Gwens 10 Episode 4: Permanent Retirement (Patreon)

To Ben this day had everything he could ask for. He got a new high score in his Sumo Slammers video game, he and the Gwens stopped for tons of ice cream as they drove through the desert, and he even got to see the Gwens stop some ATM robbers with some new technological alien he had never seen before. He suggested to name the form Upgrade, and the doubles seemed to be more receptive to this name than they were to many of his other ones.
Overall the day was going great, and he was ready for it to get better, but unfortunately Grandpa Max had to say just one thing. That one thing immediately seemed to dampen Ben's mood, setting off a chain reaction that would lead to what Ben would call not just the worst day ever but the worst week in all of history.

"Gather your stuff kids," he said. "We're going to stay at Aunt Vera's this weekend."

"YEEEEEESSS!" The Gwens screamed with joy, pumping their fists in the air and hugging each other with excitement.

"NOOOOOOO!" Ben was the opposite, thinking that this was the end of his fun summer.

"What's the problem Ben?" The Gwens seemed to have such wide smiles on their faces, as if they found the perfect thing to tease him over.

"A trip to Aunt Vera's is just going to be boring," Ben explained with a sigh. "Her place is just no action, no fun, it's just boring old people stuff."

"Well I think it's fun," Gwen said.

"Me too," Gwen said.

"Of course you do," Ben replied. "You act like old people."

"Ben!" Grandpa Max was quite cross. "Aunt Vera has been waiting to see us again since last summer. When we get there you need to behave yourself!"

"Fine," Ben grumbled. He was not going to enjoy this.

Aunt Vera lived in an old retirement village, one that looked like your average suburban neighborhood. Like Ben thought this place was just full of old people doing boring old people stuff. It looked like the most fun thing to do here was to watch the grass grow. There was some old guy taking in some groceries, an old lady watering her flowers, an old dude backflipping off the roof of his house... wait, what!? There was no way what he just saw actually happened, was there? Maybe the heat was getting to him, it was a hot day.

"Vera!" Their journey had come to an end, and Grandpa Max ran out of the RV to hug the old lady. "It's been so long sis."

"Aunt Vera!" The Gwens had run over to her with smiles on their faces. "It's great to see you!"

"Oh hello Max." Aunt Vera spoke with a calm and soothing voice. "And it's nice to see you too Gwen and... Gwen?"

"Oh," The Gwens said. "It's a long story, let's explain inside."

"Okay." Aunt Vera accepted that explanation for now. "And where's Ben?"

"I think one of those old dudes is staring at me," he said, simply walking into the house without acknowledging his Great Aunt.

"Oh Ben." Vera looked a bit disappointed. "That's how he always is."

"Don't worry about him," Gwen said. "We've haven't seen each other in a while, how have you been?"

"How has bingo been?" Gwen interrupted her double. "Any cool stories to tell? Anyone new there?"

"Well we can't just talk outside all day," Vera said. "Come inside. I made you all some food."

The food turned out to be some orange pork flavored gelatin thing, or at least it looked like gelatin. It smelled like chicken, felt like water when touched, and moved like there was a bit of life in it. There were small little chunks of... something inside of it as well, and Ben didn't want to know what they were. The Gwens were different, eager to eat it up and tell their Great Aunt it tasted good, even if their faces told another story.

"So Gwen," Aunt Vera said over the dinner table. "How did the two of you, well, you know..."

"Oh, you mean how I got stuck to this clone like this?" Gwen smirked. "Well-"

"It was so weird!" She was immediately interrupted by the other Gwen. "I was just walking through the forest when I saw a shooting sta-"

"Some thing suddenly came crashing right into the ground right in front of me!" And she was immediately interrupted. "I wasn't expecting it too, and I was barely able to dodge it-"

"And inside it there seemed to be some odd watch!" Gwen was interrupted again. "But before I could see it the watch seemed to make some weird flash, and when I woke up she was right there!"

"Um girls?" Aunt Vera could sense the escalating tension. "One at a time please."

The Gwens didn't seem to hear, continuing to speak and interrupt each other. They were simply speaking over each other, growing louder and louder as each tried to be the only voice heard. Their inner arms were pushing and shoving against each other, angrily trying to force each other to keep quiet as they yelled and yelled their stories out as loud as they could. Max and Vera tried to shout for their attention, but they couldn't hear, being drowned out in their own world.

"GWENS!" The two found their chair falling back thanks to an annoyed Ben getting upset with all the shouting. He grabbed them by the collars of their shirts and dragged them away, dragging them into the bathroom so he could talk to them alone.

"Ben," the Gwens complained. "What now you dweeb?"

"You really need to stop sucking up to Aunt Vera like that," he said. "It's creepy and gets really annoying."

"Well unlike you some of us actually respect our elders," one Gwen said.

"Even if some of us don't know when to keep our mouths shut," the other muttered.

"Hey!"

As the two Gwens started to argue once again Ben was feeling he had enough. Everything around was either boring or annoying or just plain dull, he simply couldn't stand it anymore. If he could get away for just one moment he'd do anything!

And so Ben ran out the bathroom, wanting to get away from this boredom as much as possible, while the Gwens continued to yell and argue with each other. Their free arms grappled with each other while their watch-bound arms were swung left to right from their battling. The faceplate hit the wall and transformed the two of them, fusing the two into a new alien form. At first the form looked like a single pale blob, barely any human features, but soon some visible body parts started to form. Two skinny arms erupted from the sides, and a wispy tail flowed from where their legs should be. Despite sharing the same arms they separated from the waist, being back to back in this conjoined form. Their breasts were medium large, their "hair" looked as if it was made of fleshy tentacles, and their faces each had one purple eye. The watch's faceplate was in the spot right between them, where their wastes fused into each other. They were creepy, they were freaks, they were Ghostfreaks.

The two shrieked at each other, their shared arms jerking back and forth even more than before. One Ghostfreak suddenly pushed back, slamming her opponent's head right into the wall behind her, seemingly laughing at her double's demise. That laugh didn't last long before her double slammed her into the other wall though. The other Ghostfreak retaliated in kind, and the move was forced back on her, and over and over and over again they slammed their bodies into the walls, until one of them finally got the bright idea to simply phase through the wall. They were ghosts after all, going through walls and becoming invisible was second nature to them.

The battle was sent to the living room, the two slamming each other into anything and everything that was nearby. They were still invisible, so to Grandpa Max and Aunt Vera it looked like the place was haunted and being attacked by poltergeists. They didn't care much about this impression, slamming each other's faces into the walls and smashing themselves into anything they could think of.

One Ghostfreak pushed back, her eyes full of anger, wanting to smash her opponent into another wall, while the other Ghostfreak did the same at the same time. The result was the two pushing their backs against each other as hard as they could, roaring as they angrily tried to force each other down. They could feel the area where their rears would be scrunching up and pressing together, and with the watch's faceplate in the middle it was like they were fighting to force an item into each other's asses. Their bodies shook, the pressure between them causing them to shake to their bones.

And then the watch flashed before transforming them back to Gwens, the two ready to not let this stop them. Before they could leap back at each other and rip each other to shreds however Grandpa Max noticed them and got himself right between them.

"Girls," he said. "Calm down! Have you seen what you've done to the place?"

The Gwens stopped for just a bit, only now registering how destructive the fight was. Pottery was smashed to bits. Plants were uprooted. Walls were crushed. The old television in the corner was busted. Everywhere was a mess because of their fight.

"I don't know why you guys are so angry at each other today," Max said. "But as guests in this house I will not allow you two to misbehave any longer."

"I understand Grandpa," both Gwens said solemnly, although still kind of angry at each other.

"Great. Now where's Ben?"

Right on cue Ben burst through the door, slamming it behind him and sealing it shut as if there was something outside he desperately wanted to keep out. His breaths were incredibly heavy and his head was covered in sweat, so it seemed as if he had just been running.

"Ben?" Grandpa Max looked a bit confused. "Why were you outside?"

"It's a long story." Ben spoke fast like he was struggling to get the words out. "But I was just messing with this golf cart and then one of the old guys ate a fly or something and another one twisted his neck all the way back as I spied on him and tried to chase after me and he was just as fast as the golf cart and-"

"Wait a minute Ben, did you sneak out?"

Ben just gave a small embarrassed chuckle. "Yes..."

The rest of the day was spent with both the Gwens and the Bens being lectured, the Gwens more so about how they needed to get along and notice their surroundings and Ben about how he hurt Aunt Vera and needed to care for other's feelings more. By the time the lecture was over it was already night, and they all went to bed to prepare for the next day.

When the Gwens got up they slowly but surely made their way to the kitchen, glaring at each other the entire way. As they made it to the stove they looked each other in the eye, filled with a cross determination.

"Listen," Gwen said. "I've known Aunt Vera for a long time, and I'm not going to let a newcomer like you get between us."

"You say that like you aren't the newcomer," Gwen said. "I've been close to her my whole life and you aren't stopping that."

The two glared at each other before each grabbing a frying pan. They then tried their best to make some fried eggs.

That best wasn't very good.

When Ben got to the kitchen he found the two covered in raw egg while attempting to swing frying pans at each other.

"Can't you guys take a break?" Ben yawned as he went to get a glass of water from the tap. Aunt Vera walked by, seemingly having also just woken up.

"Good morning." Ben went to greet Aunt Vera, at least partially trying to make up for the mistake he made the previous day. Unfortunately he stumbled past the fighting Gwens, tripping over his feet and splashing water over in Aunt Vera's direction.
From the speed and force it would look as if it'd hit her right in the face, but the old lady leaped away from it before it could hit her. She moved so fast she could barely be seen, clutching the ceiling as if she had seen something horrifying.

"CLEAN IT UP! CLEAN IT UP!" Aunt Vera was shouting as if her life depended on it. "DON'T LET THAT THING NEAR ME!"

"Um, okay?" Ben didn't exactly know what to make of this, but did as he was told. Aunt Vera still stayed clutched to the ceiling until she was sure that every last drop had been wiped away, only then slowly getting down.

"Thank you children." Aunt Vera's voice had become slow and robotic, completely contrasting her immense fear from before. "I must now leave to get groceries. Stay here and take care of yourselves."

After Aunt Vera left the house Ben and the Gwens sighed.

"Wasn't that weird?"

"Yeah, Aunt Vera never acted like that before."

"I mean, what would you know? You barely know her!"

"I've known her longer than you!"

What started as just a conversation between the two Gwens was starting to become an argument, the two yelling at each other more and more. Ben just ignored them, thinking back to his Great Aunt's odd behavior.

"She must have become one of them or something," he said.

"One of what?" The Gwens stopped their argument to listen.

"I don't know, whatever all of these old people are. They definitely aren't normal around here."

"I don't know," one of the Gwens said. "They seem normal to me."

"Maybe you're overthinking it," the other Gwen said.

"I know what I saw and that was definitely not normal." Ben put on his shoes and opened the front door ride, ready to step out. "You need to see what I mean, I'll prove it."

Ben grabbed the Gwens and dragged them outside, running out into the street. The area was lined with old people, all of them glaring at the group of three. It was a bit unsettling, but Ben only seemed to focus on taking the Gwens towards the dump.

"Kids!" The group stopped, hearing the voice of Grandpa Max behind them. It seemed to be him, although his movements and voice seemed a bit more robotic. "What are you doing? You need to get back inside."

"Grandpa," Ben said. "Something crazy is going on with all of the old people here. We have to figure out what's going on and stop it!"

"No. We have to stop you."
Whatever it was it clearly wasn't Grandpa Max, and it grabbed onto Ben's arm and pulled back. Its grip had the strength of a gorilla, practically crushing his arm as it dragged him away.

"Ben!" The Gwens hit the watch's faceplate and started to transform, gaining orange beastial forms. With powerful claws, joined by the arms, and the watch's faceplate on their fused shoulder, the two had transformed into powerful Wildmutts. They slashed at the thing disguised as Grandpa Max, intending to force it to let go but somehow slashing its hand off. The hand was still gripped onto Ben's arm, but very quickly melted into some sort of green slime.

The Wildmutts picked Ben up and ran, with the senior citizens in the area now gathering together and running after the group. They were much faster than one would expect actual seniors to be, moving like cheetahs as they quickly and easily caught up to the Wildmutts. The mutts were dogpiled like football players, having to forcefully drag themselves through the massive assault of senior citizens.

"Ew! Get off! Get off!" Ben swatted off as many as he could, but more and more senior citizens started to pile on. They were barely at the gates to the dump when the seniors completely buried them, piling themselves on top like they were constructing a small hill.

Before they could be completely crushed however the Wildmutts tore through them all, leaping over the fence with Ben grabbing right on. They landed right by the trash bins, scattering them with the force of their fall.

"That one guy I followed seemed to be messing with some trap door somewhere around here." Ben kicked the trash around, searching the place until he found what he was looking for under some old water bottles. "Here, we might find something down here!"

Ben and the Wildmutts crawled into the trap door, entering some odd dirt tunnel. There seemed to be a series of underground passageways under the town, each stretching out far and long. In front of them right now were three paths, one right in front of them and two to each side.

"We should probably split up," Ben said, going down the center path. "We'll cover more ground that way."

The Wildmutts agreed, just about to go their way as well, only to find themselves unable to move.

They quickly realized what was wrong, they had simply forgotten to coordinate. One went one way and the other went the other, it wasn't a big deal. After they cleared that up they just got up and got going again, only to find themselves unable to move.

Looked like it was just a bit of a mix up, they were still going in opposite directions just opposite where they went before. Something like this could be fixed, they just needed to coordinate next time.

They didn't.

Over and over again, no matter how much they tried, they always seemed to be going in separate directions. It was getting far too annoying, and they were getting more impatient by the second. Eventually they were done compromising, each simply choosing a different path and pulling in that direction. They pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled, tugging on the one arm connecting them, roaring and growling as they tried to pull each other in separate directions.

The trap door bust open and the senior citizens flooded the passage inside. A large wave was very swiftly approaching, threatening to completely sweep them off the ground, but the two just pulled and tugged as hard as they could.

Like a tidal wave the "senior citizens" washed through the passage, sweeping the Wildmutts off their feet and carrying them down the middle path. The mutts slashed at each other, roaring angrily as they attacked each other's entire bodies. Their faces, their breasts, their backs, all clawed up and scratched as they took out all of their anger on each other.

Before they could completely crush each other something stopped them. They smelled something, something that smelled just like the seniors around them, just far away and more focused. They burst out of the pile of grandmas and grandpas, rushing through the tunnel and following the scent the best they could.

They transformed back when they found the source of the scent: a large cavern with what appeared to be a large spaceship of sorts in the center. Under it were translucent green egg shaped things, that appeared to have human figures inside. Upon closer inspection it seemed like inside of these pods were many of the senior citizens that inhabited this place. They could even see a pod with Aunt Vera trapped in it, and Grandpa Max was in one too!

"Grandpa!" Behind them was Ben, who ripped open the cocoon and pulled Max right out of it. Grandpa Max slowly opened his eyes and got up, stumbling as if he was out of energy. "Are you alright?"

"I think," he said, his speech slightly slurred. "I was just walking down the street when someone that looked a bit like me completely knocked me out. What happened?"

"Something is trying to replace you guys! Some weird alien impostor things!"

"The Limax!" The impostor senior citizens had arrived, looking angrier than before. "We are the Limax, and we want you to step away from our food or else!"

"Or else what!?" The Gwens got ready, their hands over the watch that had just recharged. "What are you going to do?"

The impostor seniors smiled before their bodies began to melt. Slowly and surely their bodies began to drip down and liquify, until the entire crowd was simply a large green puddle on the ground.
Before the Tennysons could question it however the puddle began to move. The green liquid piled on top of itself, fixing itself into a new solid form. While one could call this form humanoid that would probably feel like an exaggeration. The "arms" were like thick sloths of fluid without any hands, the "legs" were short and stubby with little knobs for feet. It didn't have a neck and its face was horrid, and internal organs could be seen through its green skin. It was large too, absolutely massive, barely able to stand fully tall within this cave clearing.

"Our turn!" The Gwens hit on the faceplate of the watch, fusing them together into a new form. A familiar two-headed fiery form, they had transformed into Heatblast. "Time to get burned!"

The two immediately went on the attack, blasting the Limax with a large stream of fire. The Limax just smiled with its odd little face, laughing in their faces as the flames seemed to do nothing to it.

"Ah yes, we love this!" The Limax squealed with joy. "This heat is so great, it's amazing!"

"Oh no," one of the Heatblasts said. "It looks like their immune to fire! Heatblast is useless against them!"

"You should've chosen Four Arms or something," the other Heatblast said.

"I thought you were the one picking this time?"

"No, I left it for you to pick!"

Before the two continued to argue the Limax slapped them with their tentacle/arm/thing, using the limb to smash them into the spaceship. They ran up to smash the Heatblasts again, but this time the Heatblasts anticipated it and dodged it quickly. They tried blasting fireballs at the slimy monster but each one vaporized on contact. All they could do was avoid the Limax's attacks in an odd game of cat and mouse.

"This is so annoying," one Heatblast growled. "Of all aliens to choose why did you pick Heatblast!?"

"You were the one who picked Heatblast," the other said. "Don't start blaming me for your mistakes now!"

"What!? This is your fault!"

No, this is your fault!"

The two blasted themselves high into the air with flames, fifty feet off the ground before punching each other in the face. They rubbed their fists into each other, digging their thumbs into each other's eyes until fiery tears were forced to come out of their eyes.

"Let me take control!" One Heatblast immediately took control of both arms, pointing them down and ready to boost them up before they hit the ground. "Clearly things aren't going to go well if I leave them to you!"

"You say that when YOU'RE the reason we're in this mess!" The other Heatblast took control of both arms, pointing them forward so the two could be boosted towards the Limax. "Let me take control! NOW!"

The arms moved back and forth for a bit before locking in place, unable to move from the two trying their hardest to move it in the direction they wanted. Each tried to exert as much force as they could, trying to yank their limbs in opposite directions, so much so their arms felt like they were getting pulled apart.

"YOU BITCH!" Their fires raged like a burning star, the two having grown more determined to take control straight from each other, fighting for control of any body part they could. On the outside it looked like their entire body froze except for the two heads yelling at each other. But inside every single muscle was at war with each other, roaring as they tried to pull the body in separate directions.

The Limax wasn't just going to watch though. The Heatblasts were smacked out of the air, smashed into a nearby pipe that burst with water. The water may have hurt them and put their fire out, but it only fueled their anger. Each focused control on the arms closest to them, grabbing the breast closest to her opponent in attempt to squeeze them right off. They screamed, spewing out steam from the pain they were feeling as a jet of water sprayed into their pussy, but keeping it in and fighting all the same.

Ben was distraught. This giant creature was going to eat his Grandpa, Aunt Vera, and every old person in this town, and what should have been his only hope was completely ineffective and fighting itself. Was there nothing that could be done? As he fell to his knees he noticed the Limax backing away from the Heatblasts for some reason.

Wait, why? The Limax was destroying them for a while, why back away now? It looked just as scared as Aunt Vera did when he spilled that water. Thinking about it, there was a lot of water next to the Heatblasts.

Ben was able to find a bucket on the spaceship and filled it with a ton of water. Splashing it on the Limax seemed to confirm what he thought, as their skin started to burn as if it was covered in acid.

"Gwens," he yelled. "It's weak to water!"

The Heatblasts seemed to have been released from their trance, firing a blast of fire at a pipe above the Limax. This blast destroyed the pipe and flooded the Limax with a waterfall, making them scream in pain. They shrunk and shrunk and shrunk and shrunk, until eventually they melted. With one final cry the Limax was gone.

Thanks to XLR8's speed all of the kidnapped seniors were quickly freed, allowing everyday life to continue as it was. The rest of the week felt like it was only seconds long compared to those first two days, and before they realized it Ben and the Gwens were forced to say goodbye.

"Bye Aunt Vera." Gwen smiled as wide as she could. "I'm really going to miss you when we're out."

Bye Aunt Vera." Gwen smiled as wide as she could, trying to smile wider than her double. "I'm probably going to miss you more."

"Nah, I'll miss you more."

"No, I will."

"I'll miss you both." Aunt Vera embraced the two of them in a hug, sending them on their way. Her attention then turned to Ben, who was entering the RV alone. "And Ben," she said. "I hope I didn't bore you to tears this week."

Ben smiled before running up to Aunt Vera himself, surprising her with a big hug.
"It was actually a lot more fun than I thought it'd be," he said. "I certainly miss you."

After the warm embrace he went back to the RV, ignoring the jealous stares of the Gwens. What he thought was going to be one of the worst weeks of his life wasn't really half bad.