Story: Demon Princess (all chapters)

Demon Princess

Written by fulwiz

Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, mature themes, explicit violence, death and warped philosophy.

The story is KiAnGo. (And More) If you find this offensive, please don't read further.

Important Note: This story is the third part of a series. “The Middleton Pact – Redux” and “Dark Mistress – Redux” are the first two parts. If you don't read those first, you will be very confused.

“A pessimist is a man who thinks all women are bad. An optimist is one who hopes they are.”

-Chauncey Depew

CHAPTER 01: After.

“Shego!”

She turned to see Joss running toward her from the HQ building.

Joss skidded to a stop. “Betty told me I had ta warn ya. That comrade guy is one of them there cyborgs!”

Shego reached out and turned the girl around. She could see the teenager's eyes widen at the sight of the headless half man, half machine. “Oh! I reckon you know then.” She turned back to Shego and Yori. “Then we has only got ta be taken care of the other one...”

A knot of fear began to form in Shego's stomach as she asked. “What other one?”

Her fear grew as the teenager told her about the information they found in the headquarters building. How the ailing dictator, faced with his impending death, had his doctors use the same technology that was in the cyborg laying dead at their feet to rebuild himself.

Shego found herself running toward El Presidente's residence through the bright early morning light. Fear gripped her stronger than ever. Another feeling was gaining on it as she reached the building. Guilt. It whispered in the back of her mind. Telling her she was already too late to save the woman she loved. Telling her Kim Possible was already dead. Telling her it was all her fault for not getting there soon enough to save her.

Fighting off the feelings of impending doom, Shego went right for the main entrance. The driving urge to reach her wife made her forego caring about a stealthy entrance. The tall, elaborately carved, wooden door burst into flaming shards as she hurled bolt after bolt of green flame at the obstruction. Once it was reduced to flaming kindling, she stepped into the grand hall. Nothing stirred as she ran for the staircase.

Upstairs, she found herself staring down a door filled hallway. Bodies of slain guards littered her path as she ran from door to door. Many opened at once, some she burned to ash, but none of them held the object of her desperate search.

Once more, guilt's chant filled her mind. Too late. Too late. Too late...

Stumbling along to the last door, she threw herself through it. The sight that met her tear blurred gaze burned itself into the depths of her mind. Guilt laughed and she knew she would have nightmares of what lay before her for the rest of her life...

Shego's eyes opened. She stared at the ceiling above her bed. Try as she might, she couldn't will away the image in her head. Every night for the last three months her nightmares reinforced it. Made it more real. More painful.

She turned her head and buried her wet cheek in her pillow. There was no hiding from it. Guilt would continue to claw at her insides, just as it had these last few months. It would never let her forget.

She was too late to stop the death of Kim Possible.

(December 19th 2007, 2:00 am)

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The leader of Team Paladin squinted into the glare of the desert sunrise as he brought the large, desert camouflage painted, vehicle to a stop. He ran a hand over the short brush of hair on his head. Only a few days after arriving in the desert he shaved it down to a stubble, like so many of the soldiers attached to his command did to try to beat the desert heat. It was just now starting to get longer. He mentally crossed his fingers, hoping they would not be hanging around long enough for him to need to do it again. “This is as far as we drive. It's on foot from here.”

The man sitting beside him, too vain to cut his hair, opted for a headband. He glanced at the GPS display in the vehicle's dash. “There is being almost three kilometers to the target area. I am guessing it could be worse.” He popped open the side hatch and began lowering himself out of the vehicle. “I will go and inform Justine.”

From one of the fold down seats in the center section of the vehicle, Major Dee Cysiv spoke into a microphone attached to the collar of her uniform. “Knight Company. This is Paladin One. Dismount and assemble to the rear of Paladin Two.” She shut off the mic and addressed the man in the driver's seat. “Everything is ready Commander. I just hope our intelligence proves to be correct this time.”

As they climbed out of what once was called the Ronmobile, Ron Stoppable wished she had not mentioned their last, disastrous, attempt to raid the headquarters of the Al Killya/WEE union. What they thought as the main base turned out to be only a sub-base. While it was true they managed to kill or capture more than forty terrorists and a half dozen of Gemini's minions, it was at a great cost. Ten members of Knight company died in the fighting, along with one member of Team Paladin. Nothing would ever make Ron forget the look on Burn Burman's face as he was cut down by a hail of bullets.

Something in Ron snapped that day. He lost any shred of compassion he held toward his enemies. His hands were bloodied many times over before the battle was done. None of those he killed made up for the loss of his friend, but he came away with the knowledge that justice had been served.

He turned his thoughts to the future as they approached Paladin Two. Behind the large semi truck, with it's armored trailer, he could see the soldiers of Knight Company getting out of their armored personnel carriers. All sixty of them formed up in ranks on the sand as Junior and Crash unloaded crates from the back of the truck at Justine's direction. A grim smile crossed Ron's face as the crates were opened and the contents distributed to the soldiers.

As the soldiers shed their uniforms and donned what looked like flimsy, form fitting bodysuits, the major averted her eyes and shook her head. “The brass are not going to be happy if they find out you are issuing unapproved equipment to the troops.”

Ron shrugged his shoulders. It was becoming an old argument. Since the day they arrived, the Pentagon tried to make Team Paladin fit into the military mold. They were extremely reluctant to embrace any form of super science. “They can bite me. Justine put in some long hours creating this body armor. If it gives these guys an advantage, we are gonna use it.”

She nodded in agreement. “You won't hear me complaining. I've seen the ballistic tests. If it were up to me, every soldier in the combat zone would be wearing them.” She cocked her head toward the smaller case Justine was opening. “I'm glad to see them getting that too.”

The small packs Justine began handing out to the soldiers contained two auto-injection syringes each. They were much like the atropine and diazepam injectors already carried by the soldiers in case of chemical or nerve agent attacks. These contained the purple compound Justine created and first used to heal Ron and Junior. To her chagrin, the soldiers had given it a nickname. “Flanner's Miracle.”

Once the new equipment was issued, Knight Company formed up in squads of twenty, ready and waiting for their orders. Ron couldn't help chuckling as Junior and Crash took up positions at the head of two of the squads. Some of the military way of doing things had rubbed off on his team.

He looked at the empty space where, if he were here, Will would be at the head of the third squad. His hand went unconsciously to the pocket where his buddy Rufus usually hung out. Due to pressing circumstances, the two of them were attending to another matter. Over the last few months Ron got to know, and respect, the former GJ agent. He didn't like not having him or Rufus along. He just hoped Team Go made it to the rendezvous like they were supposed to.

Stepping to the head of the third squad, Ron raised his voice so all the Knights could hear him. “Men. Today we once again go into battle against our enemies. I've never been one to give long speeches, so I'll just say this. Today we are gonna win!”

Sixty-two men and two women pumped their fists into the air and yelled out. “Boo-Ya!”

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Anne Possible waddled into the lair's lounge. Her bare, and very pregnant, belly leading the way. After a trying morning of dealing with Shego, her back was killing her. She desperately wanted to relax in the hot tub for a while. The pain was a vivid reminder of her first two pregnancies. It had not been this bad either time though, even when she was carrying the twins. Of course she had nine months for her body to acclimate to it then. Thanks to genetic modifications she and some of the best minds in the group implemented, she was only two months into the pregnancy and already near the end of her third trimester.

A splashing noise, followed by a giggle, drew her attention to the hot tub. She wasn't expecting anyone to be in the lounge. Only a select few were still living in the lair. Most everyone else had taken up residence at King Ricardo's palace. It was easier to live there, since it was now the main hub of activity in her late daughter's ongoing plan. The sight of the brown skinned woman in the hot tub brought a smile to her face. Apparently Monique had the same pregnancy induced idea.

As she got closer, two things came to her attention. Monique wasn't just relaxing and she wasn't alone.

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Hank Perkins walked down the hallway leading to the King's private chambers. He paused at one of the many ornate mirrors the Queen insisted be installed throughout the palace. He looked at his baby faced reflection for a moment. He was a very happy man. Gone were the scars from his time spent at the Queen's mercy. King Ricardo used the power at his command to heal him the very same day he accepted the position of the King's Majordomo. It was a position of power in the new regime, something he desired, but only tasted a few times in the past.

Continuing on his way, he chuckled. He owed Ricardo Senior his life for saving him from the, then crazed, Queen Bonita. Even so, fear of her almost made him refuse the offer. Only after a private conversation with her, over tea, had he accepted her heartfelt apology, and the position. It also helped that she vowed to make it up to him in an extremely pleasant manner. How could he possibly refuse when she promised, circumstances permitting, a blow job a day for the rest of his life? Yes, he was a happy man. He had every reason to be. On top of everything else, the Queen not only gave excellent head, she swallowed.

Reaching the door, he knocked lightly and entered. There was nobody in the formal sitting room so he continued down a hallway. Knowing the King would not be in his office at this time of the morning, he went past it, to the bed chamber. There he was greeted by a, now familiar, sight.

The King was kneeling on his bed, plunging his cock into the Royal Concubine from the rear. Lady Tara, in turn, had her face buried between the Queen’s legs. Bonnie's head hung of the edge of the bed. Her catlike eyes fastened on him and she licked her lips.

Knowing he was more than welcome to join in, he unfastened his trousers and pulled out his already hardening member. As he stuffed it into Bonnie's mouth, he addressed his sovereign. “Your Majesty? The delegation from the United States has just landed at the airport.”

Ricardo nodded as he quickened the pace he drove his cock into Tara's pussy. “Ah. It is about time. Is everything prepared?”

Hank felt Bonnie's tongue work it's way around his shaft. It felt like soft sandpaper. That was the only way he could think to describe it. Deviant genetic engineering was truly a marvel. He pushed himself deeper into her mouth. “The audience chamber is ready. They should be arriving at the palace in about thirty minutes.”

Tara lifted her mouth from Bonnie’s wet pussy. She licked the juices from her lips. “Goodie! That means we have plenty of time for another round before they get here.”

The two men chuckled as she plunged her mouth back down to the Queen's bare cunt.

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Joss sat at the breakfast table with her Ma, Pa, and big brother. She couldn't help thinking they made the perfect picture of a happy family, even if they were all naked. The lack of modesty was just one of many changes she noticed over the last couple months. All thanks to the secret additives her aunt Anne created and were being distributed in Pop Pop Porter's snack foods.

Not that they affected everyone the same way. Some people were actually becoming more conservative in the way they dressed, and thought. One of the additives was the serum that, in minute doses, made people more susceptible to following their natural inclinations. It also increased most people's libidos. Something that was a boon to the more liberal thinking, and a frustration to those with a socially conservative bent.

Some of the additives were less obvious, but just as potent in the way they they were changing people. Only in the last couple weeks were people beginning to notice drops in obesity rates due to the additive that inhibited fat storage past a certain point. She could see it working on both her Ma and brother, both of whom were looking more slender and fit everyday.

Then there was the one which nobody outside the medical community knew of yet. It would not be much longer until people figured out most diseases, including STD's, were soon to be a thing of the past. The only thing it wouldn't put an end to was the common cold. For now, the world would just have to endure it as they always had.

The last additive was one nobody would figure out for decades. It was the one that would change humanity forever. She was one of the very few that even knew it existed. Not even Porter knew what it was or what it did. By the time it became known, it would be too late to change it.

Pushing her empty breakfast plate back from the edge of the table, Joss stood. “That there was a great breakfast Ma.”

Slim patted his stomach. “Sure were.” He looked up at his daughter. “Do ya got ta be goin' already?”

Joss smiled. “Fraid so Pa. Even with cousin Kim gone, there's still lots ta be doin'.”

June stood up. “Well come here and give your momma a kiss before you go.”

With a grin, Joss brought her lips to her mother's. It started out chaste, but in moments their tongues were darting and probing in each other's mouths. They broke away when they noticed the effect it was having on the two men.

Rolling her eyes at the two upthrusting cocks, Joss spoke to her mother. “Sorry Ma. I guess I gots ta leave them fer y'all ta take care of.”

June reached down and grasped the shafts of her son and brother. She began gently stroking them. “Now don't you worry about it. I don't mind one bit.”

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Anne lowered herself into the bubbling water of the hot tub. She was careful not to step on any of the green tentacles writhing beneath the surface. Even though she still thought of them that way, she knew they were actually penises. Resting on his lower pod at the bottom of the tub, Pat was obviously enjoying himself. He wasn't wearing his armored suit, with it's dome to protect him from Earth's diseases any longer. While he was totally alien, more related to a cephalopod than a human in physiology, her anti disease serum gave him new found freedom. That physiology fascinated her. She still had not figured out how any race existed without the need to breathe.

Without the suit he looked something like an hourglass. His head looked vaguely humanoid, but his neck went to a body which was slightly smaller in size and just as round when not compressed into the environmental suit. From that lower body extended his retractable, and very flexible, sex organs. They served his race in multiple functions, acting also as legs and hands.

Monique still had not noticed her presence, but that was understandable since her eyes were rolled back in her head as she enjoyed the three extraterrestrial cocks thrusting into her mouth, ass and pussy.

Settling herself in the water next to the dark skinned woman, Anne reached down, past her large belly and began stroking her clit. It was incredibly arousing to watch her pregnant friend getting fucked so vigorously by the alien being. It was so hot watching the green shafts pumping and probing into all her holes.

With her other hand, she reached out and rubbed Monique's distended belly. It was poking out quite a bit, but nowhere near as much as hers. Having decided not to take the genetic modifications Anne had, Monique was still just over one third the way through her pregnancy. She grinned as she thought about the baby growing inside the orgasming woman. Would Monique ever tell her child about this? The thought made her snicker.

Though Monique was oblivious to her presence, Kysmerisikapativolrebat wasn't. Anne felt the head of one of his cocks nudge the hand she was using to fondle herself. She wrapped her fingers around the thick bulb and massaged it gently before guiding it toward her rear entrance.

Pat winked up through the water at her as he felt her sphincter relax enough for him to insert himself. He thrilled at the perverse pleasure these alien creatures gave him. On his homeworld he would never have been allowed to indulge in his sick desire to fornicate with with a female, or more than one, using less than all six of his spore injectors at once. Even here on Earth, he had to force most of the human women to pleasure him until he met this group of females. Most all of them were willing and eager to accommodate him.

Anne moaned as the tip of the alien cock slithered into her out door. She pinched her clit as it began thrusting deep inside her bowels. Her other hand moved up to Monique's breasts. She toyed with the dark nipple of one of them as she let the green alien sodomize her.

Monique felt the touch of a human hand on her tit. It coincided with another feeling. The rhythmic pulsing of Pat's cocks that signaled he was about to shoot his alien cum into her. She looked over at Anne and smiled around the green tentacle. Greetings would have to wait though. She felt a harder pulse and began sucking harder as a long jet of thick, syrupy sweet, alien jizz flooded her mouth. She swallowed rapidly as she felt him cumming in her pussy and asshole too. It was like being attached to multiple fire hoses. She loved it. It sent her over the edge and she experienced yet another of the uncounted orgasms the alien gave her.

Anne shifted her butt to let the alien insert more of himself in her ass. She watched as Monique drank the alien's seed. She slapped her cunt, trying to drive herself to orgasm too. She almost reached her peak when an odd feeling came over her. She cried out. “Oh! OH! OHHH!”

Monique let the spent organ drop from her mouth. “Anne? What the hell kind of an orgasm was that?”

Anne shuddered. “That wasn't an orgasm... That was a contraction.”

Chapter 2

Demon Princess

Written by fulwiz

Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, mature themes, explicit violence, death and warped philosophy.

The story is KiAnGo. (And More) If you find this offensive, please don't read further.

Important Note: This story is the third part of a series. “The Middleton Pact – Redux” and “Dark Mistress – Redux” are the first two parts. If you don't read those first, you will be very confused.

CHAPTER 2: Afterlife.

“Die happily and look forward to taking up a new and better form. Like the sun, only when you set in the west can you rise in the east.”

-Jelaluddin Rumi

Mego sat with his arms crossed over his chest in the sweltering heat of the old stone building. “I said it looked like a trap. Didn't I? Yeah I did. But would you listen? No...”

Completely ignoring his purple clad younger brother, Hego strained with all his might against the unyielding energy of the glowing yellow force field surrounding him and his super powered brothers.

With a forlorn look on his face, one of the Wegos turned to his twin. “Looks like we aren't going to make it to the rendezvous in time.”

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The junior senator from New York rolled down the window of the sleek black limousine carrying her and her entourage through the streets of Havana. Hillie Rodrider-Cliton, former First Lady of the United States, mentally corrected herself as she looked out on the city full of bustling, happy, people. It was called New Middleton now. Just as the country's name was changed by it's monarch to Isla Bonita.

She had not expected it to live up to the name. Especially after the rumors floating around Washington about the violent revolution and bloody purge that followed, but from what she could see, it was certainly a beautiful island. Of course the happy looking people and clean, neat buildings along the route could all be a sham. A show put on just for her. It wasn't implausible, more than one despot tried it in the past.

For all she knew, the invitation by King Ricardo for a delegation to come and talk about setting up diplomatic and economic relations could be a trap. She knew that very possibility was why she was asked by Vice President Hal Burton to spearhead the negotiations. Neither he, nor President George Mirkin, had any love lost for her or her husband. Turning down the request wasn't an option, not with her hopes of eventually attaining Mirkin's office in her sights. If she could negotiate a favorable outcome, it would put her just that much closer to the high position she desired.

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Rufus was hot, hungry and he itched. He reached back over his shoulder and scratched at the fur covering the back of his neck. The costume Justine made for him was uncomfortable, but did it's job. He blended right in with the common rats infesting the Baghdad slum area's open air marketplace. He would have felt silly too, except his partner on this mission was wearing an even more ridiculous getup.

A few stalls away, he could see Will pretending to study the wares offered by a vendor. He wore a red and white checked towel on his head. His body was covered in what looked like a long white dress. Thanks to the costume, he too blended in with the denizens of the marketplace.

Between the two members of Team Paladin, at a table of a tea shop, sat the man they were following. If their intelligence was right he would lead them to their destination. Watching the man order tea, Rufus sighed. Unfortunately, he was taking his sweet time getting there. Settling in to wait, Rufus began contemplating his life.

From his first waking memory, Rufus knew he was different. Everyone called him a Naked Mole Rat, and he had no desire for anyone to think differently. He remembered the place where he had been 'born', and he remembered his creator, a large woman with a whiny voice. He didn't learn her name until years later, but he knew his name had been Reject, because that was on the label of his cage.

He had not stayed there long, his cage was loaded on a truck, with many other cages, filled with creatures just as different as he was. Since his cage was loaded last, he could tell that they were going somewhere, because he could see the ground move through the space where the truck's door had not closed all the way. Wherever the truck was going, Rufus did not make it there. Only a short distance into the trip, the truck hit a bump. His cage tumbled out.

When the cage hit the ground, it broke open. He felt freedom for the first time in his short life. Feeling hungry, he looked around and spotted a really big white building. Hoping there was food there, he snuck inside. He walked all around inside the building, which was full of all sorts of things he had never seen before, until he found an area where there were cages. He knew that if there were cages, there would be food.

Checking out the cages, he found one with creatures in it that looked a little bit like him. They were also pink and had no fur. Best of all, they had food! He opened the lock on the cage and went inside, hoping they would not mind sharing their larder with him. In the week he lived with these Naked Mole Rats, he discovered he was much smarter than them, they couldn't even talk! He watched and learned about people as they came and went, sometimes taking the other residents of the cages away with them.

Then came the day he met the Boy, who he later found out had a name, Ron. Ron took him away and gave him a new name, Rufus. Ron became Rufus' first, and best, friend.

Thinking of Ron shook him out of his reverie. He missed his best buddy and wished he were here with him. A slight waving motion from Will's hand caught his attention. Their unwitting guide was on the move.

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Anne dug her fingernails into Monique's hand as the pain of another contraction passed. She wished it was Shego's hand as she lay panting on the birthing table in the lair's medical bay. That was not to be. As usual, Shego was holed up in their bedroom with the intercom off. She didn't even know of the impending birth since she refused contact with anyone except Anne. Right now, Anne was in no condition to go and tell her.

As Monique's free hand, holding a soft cloth, wiped sweat from her brow, she looked around at the family and friends surrounding her. She could barely see the top of DNAmy's head over her rounded stomach, as the robotic geneticist checked her dilation. Beside Amy, Joss was staring intently at her spread pussy. She knew her niece was fascinated by the whole process, but even so, she could see the deviant lust in the teenager's eyes.

A short distance away, three scientists were busy doing last minute checks on various devices setup just for this momentous occasion. Vivian Porter smiled at her as she did a calibration check on the Genetic Healer. Beside her, Wade Load was inserting a silver band, just like the one on her wrist, into what looked like half of Dr. Drakken's brain switching machine. Dr. Drakken, or as she usually called him, Drew, was fumbling with a multicolored device. Like her, they were all anticipating the miracle that was about to take place.

Amy's face appeared above her distended navel. “You are fully dilated. As soon as you feel the next contraction, you need to pushie-wooshie!”

There was no time to be irritated by Amy's saccharin bedside manner as the next contraction hit her. She bore down through the pain. All the while hoping this birth would be easier than her previous ones.

Joss squealed delightedly. “I can see tha head!”

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Three men lay side by side on the hot sand near the crest of a dune. Ron and Crash peered through binoculars at a seemingly deserted village while Junior listened intently to his communicator. After a few moments, he shut down the device.

“They are not responding. It is looking like they will be late.”

Ron lowered his binoculars. “Figures. What about Will and Rufus?”

Junior jerked his thumb back in the direction they arrived from. “According to Justine, they are nearing the kidnapper's hideout. They will go in and rescue the GNN reporter as soon as they have cased the place.”

Raising his binoculars again, Ron asked. “So, do we wait on Team Go, or go in?”

Crash shrugged his wide shoulders. “I say we go for it.”

Junior nodded. “I am agreeing. Let us be putting the beat down on these bad guys.”

Ron sighed. “Yeah. Let's do this.”

With a wave of his hand, the Knights rose from their hidden positions and began their advance.

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The nimble Elven thief consulted his map by the light of the three moons filtering through the treetops of the forest. Beside him, clad in a shimmering sliver chain mail bikini, his human warrior companion surveyed the area for signs of bandits and ogres. They were a common menace in this area.

He refolded the map and stuck it in his belt pouch. “We have to follow the northern path to Crimson lake. That is where we'll find the wizard's tower.”

The woman fingered the hilt of her short sword as she read the signpost pointing the way to the northern path. Scratched into a corner of the sign was a warning. She read it aloud. “Beware the Hounds of Lech.” She gave him a quizzical look. “What in the name of the three moons of Ever are those?”

He shrugged. “No idea. Everything past this point is part of the Everlot III game mod we were sent.”

As they started cautiously up the virtual reality path, she asked. “Do you really think this wizard will have the answers we've been seeking?”

“Yeah I do. It's been months, and this is the first tangible contact we've had.”

“I hope so.” She glanced behind her. “And I hope it's worth it, because something is stalking us...”

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Will and Rufus crouched on the roof of the decrepit warehouse, peering through the sand etched glass of a skylight. Beneath them, the man they followed here was greeting his fellow Al Killya kidnappers. There were more than a dozen of them. They could barely see a figure, bound and blindfolded, sitting in the shadows. He was in a chair facing a tripod mounted video camera. On the wall behind him was a banner, written in Arabic, neither of them could read.

Will whispered to his hairless partner as he dug a pistol out from under his throbe. “Do you think we can take them?”

Rufus nodded. “Uh-huh. One sec.”

Squeezing his eyes closed, Rufus concentrated. A glowing blue aura surrounded him. He raised his right paw into the air, as if reaching for something...

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Anne stepped out of the Genetic Healer, completely restored after the ordeal of childbirth. Her eyes fixed immediately on her niece who was holding the newborn infant in her arms. “Joss!”

Joss giggled as the baby suckled her tautly erect nipple. “This feels so good. Is ya sure we can't just...?”

She rolled her eyes as she took the infant from the girl. “No we can't. Maybe Monique will let you play pacifier when her baby is born.”

With a halfhearted pout, Joss relinquished the baby to her aunt. She turned her mischievous gaze on Monique. Her face brightened as the dark skinned girl gave her a wink.

Anne carried the baby to where Drakken waited with the colorful device in his hands. She laid the infant girl on a exam table and stepped back.

Drakken aimed the device at the redheaded newborn and press his blue finger down on the activation button. A beam of light flashed out of the modified Juvinator and bathed her in a golden glow. Before their eyes, the child began to grow and mature. When the beam winked out, a teenage girl lay on the table. She made cooing noises and drooled as she waved her arms and legs in the air.

With the help of DNAmy, Anne and Vivian carried the girl to the machine Wade waited beside. They settled her down in a chair. He lowered a dome shaped, wire festooned, cap down onto the girl's head.

Monique stepped to the machine's control console and typed in a password. She looked up at Anne, and getting an affirmative nod, she pulled the activation lever.

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A menacing growl brought the two role-players to a halt. Zita Muchslayer drew her sword, while Felix Fleet-of-foot grasped and pulled a pair of matched daggers. A dark, shaggy furred, creature emerged from the bushes surrounding the small clearing their path passed through. The hound was the size of a Mastiff, easily outweighing the two of them put together. It's glowing orange eyes locked onto them as it slowly moved closer.

Intimate knowledge, from years of game playing, told them they were horribly out matched. Their puny low level weapons would never be able to do enough harm to kill, or even disable, the approaching monster in time to save their virtual lives. Nor would running away avail them, as it was obviously a creature designed for the hunt.

It seemed to Felix their quest was about to come to a swift and painful end. “I don't know what to do. There is no way to...”

Not ready to give up just yet, Zita was studying the creature for any sign of weakness. In doing so, she noticed a hint of color beneath it's dark body. She held up a hand to forestall her husband's comment. The spot grew as a gigantic, pink and blue-veined, cock emerged from it's sheath. She suddenly knew how to defeat the creature. “Hounds of Lech, as in lecherous.”

Eyes widening as he too saw the creature's weapon of choice, Felix gasped. “Oh!” He looked at his wife. “You don't mean to..?” The answer to his unfinished question became clear when he saw she had dropped her equipment pack and was removing the top of her, already skimpy, armor.

She shrugged off the top, exposing her breasts to the cool night air. “Is there a choice?” She noticed the animal coming to a hesitant stop only a few feet in front of them. “Unless you want to do it instead?”

Felix gulped loudly as she began lowering the bottom of her costume down her shapely legs. “Umm... No, not really...” He took a step back as his naked wife stepped toward the horny beast.

Zita found herself face to muzzle with the hound. It's nostrils flared as it sniffed at her. The head dropped until it was level with her exposed sex. Again it sniffed. Then it gave out what she could only describe as a pleased chuffing sound. Knowing it was their only recourse, and secretly anticipating what was about to happen, she slid her feet apart.

The creature's long pink tongue swiped out, drawing itself across her already moistening pussy. Tremors of pleasure filled her as it lapped at her lower lips and aroused clit, over and over. Her knees began to feel weak as she neared a doggie tongue induced orgasm. They gave out and she dropped to the ground as a scream of delight exited her mouth.

Felix felt himself hardening at the sight of his wife being figuratively eaten by the wild beast. Even as he was telling himself it was just plain wrong, he reached into his breeches to fondle his manhood.

Laying on her back, Zita felt the furry head of the beast butting against her side. It didn't take a genius to understand it wanted her to roll over. She had no intention of disappointing her canine lover. She turned over and rose to her hands and knees. Like a bitch in heat, she thrust her rear out and arched her back, ready and willing to accept the anticipated mounting.

The fantasy born creature had other ideas. Instead of climbing onto her from the rear, it stepped around and did so backwards. Her eyes widened as she was suddenly confronted by the massive, precum dripping, animal cock hanging right in front of her face. A low growl emanated from the creature as it thrust itself against her closed lips. Knowing it would not be satisfied until it got what it wanted, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

As he watched the head of the monster penis push it's way into Zita's mouth, Felix untied his breeches and let the hard cock he was stroking have it's freedom. He was too entranced by the nasty hotness of seeing her suck the throbbing animal, he no longer cared how intrinsically wrong he, only moments before, thought it was.

Zita tasted the oddly sweet precum as she sucked and licked at the tube of animal meat in her mouth. She couldn't believe she was getting even more aroused just from fellating this wild beast. She stretched her jaws wider, trying to take more of it into her already filled mouth. As if sensing her desire, the hound pushed itself harder into her mouth. She suppressed the urge to gag as the cock pushed it's way past her tonsils and into her throat. It held there for a moment, then began to move in and out.

Felix couldn't believe what he was seeing as he watched his wife being throat fucked by the furry beast. He stroked himself harder as he watched her neck distend with each thrust.

The hound stiffened and let out a long howl as it sent jets of cum into Zita's gulping mouth. She could feel most of it pouring into her stomach, she drank eagerly, but there was so much it bubbled back up, squirting from her nose and the sides of her tightly plugged lips. A moment later she was gulping in air as the the gigantic cock withdrew from her mouth with a plopping sound.

She was still gasping, and tasting the salty discharge on her tongue, when she felt the creature move above her. Even though she knew what was going to happen, she screamed out as she felt the hound unerringly thrust it's still turgid cock into her dripping wet pussy. It began to hump her like an out of control jackhammer. It's massive balls slapping her clit as it thrust into her again and again.

Felix couldn't take it anymore. He stepped in front of his wife and aimed his cock at her face. For a few seconds she was too cross-eyed from the beast's fucking to notice, but then she spread her cum coated lips and took the man she loved into her mouth.

Zita was in perverse heaven as the massive animal cock stretched and rammed her pussy while she sucked her husband's man cock. She didn't care that her knees were being scraped by the ground as they both gave her their unbridled lust. She wanted it to last forever but, all too soon, she felt them spewing into both ends of her body. The feeling of their hot sticky cum filling her, sent her over the edge. The two males howled out their delight as the three moons of Ever seemed to smile down on the trio's unfettered display of carnal bliss.

As she licked the last drops off delicious semen from Felix's cock, Zita felt the hound withdraw from her pussy. She could feel it gaping open to the chill night air. The hounds head poked between theirs with it's tongue lolling out in a puppy-like display of happiness. Moments later, it was bounding playfully off into the forest.

Felix helped Zita stand on wobbly legs as she brushed dirt and leaves from her skinned knees. Animal cum dripped down her legs as she hugged her husband. In a lusty voice, she asked. “I wonder how many experience points we got for that encounter?”

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Kim Possible's life passed before her eyes. Everything from her earliest memories to very recent events burned themselves into her mind. As the very last memory solidified, she screamed.

She could feel her arm being torn away. The agony was tremendous. She could barely stand it. Then, like a switch being thrown, the pain ended. She realized she was staring at the insides of her eyelids. With a trembling hand, she reached up and felt for the place she hoped her arm was. A sigh of relief passed her lips as she touched unmutilated flesh. Cautiously, she opened her eyes.

She was immediately engulfed in the arms of her mother.

Anne cried out as she held her daughter. “Welcome back Kimmie!”

Chapter 3

Demon Princess

Written by fulwiz

Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don\'t own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, mature themes, explicit violence, death and warped philosophy.

The story is KiAnGo. (And More) If you find this offensive, please don\'t read further.

Important Note: This story is the third part of a series. “The Middleton Pact – Redux” and “Dark Mistress – Redux” are the first two parts. If you don\'t read those first, you will be very confused.

“Nothing is easier than to denounce the evildoer; nothing is more difficult than to understand him.”

-Fyodor Dostoevsky

CHAPTER 3: Big Brother.

Shego knew she\'d finally snapped. Gone off the deep end. Her mind was out to lunch. It had taken a powder. How else could she explain having hallucinations? She buried her head under the covers with a whimper. It was bad enough guilt laden nightmares haunted her sleep, but now she had to endure them while awake.

Her voice trembled as she spoke to the apparition standing in her bedroom. “You\'re not real. Go away.”

Kim stared at the hidden form of her wife. She could feel her heart breaking at the sight she\'d glimpsed of Shego\'s gaunt cheeks and hollow eyes. The words stung. All were proof her mother had been right about Shego\'s mental state. She bit her lip in thought. Her mind was still trying to accept her own resurrection. She had no idea how to deal with this too.

She crossed room to the alien sized bed, taking note of the burn marks on the walls as she did. They were telling signs of Shego\'s grief stricken desire to be left alone. According to her mom, Shego hadn\'t actually hurt anyone, but she made it very uncomfortable for anyone who tried to visit her these last few months. She had barely tolerated Anne, on the rare occasions she accepted the food and comfort her other wife brought.

Kim boosted herself up on the edge of the giant bed. “I can\'t go away Shego. I\'m very real, and I\'m never going to leave you again.”

Shego pulled herself into a fetal position under the covers. “NO! I saw you die.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I saw that... Thing... kill you.”

Kim\'s faced paled. She didn\'t remember her own death. She couldn\'t imagine what it must have been like to see it happen. Her own memory of the event was truncated at the moment her arm, with the nano band attached, was ripped from her body. At that point the recording of her brain patterns stopped. She remembered telling Joss the DNA sampling and brain pattern scan upgrades were for extra security. That was a partial truth.

The real intention, as Wade explained to her when he came up with the idea, was a last resort in case of impending death. Shego, of course, knew all about it. She also knew there was a glitch. At the time, Wade still hadn\'t figured out how to bring someone back. The brain pattern had to be placed in a new body. With the help of her mom, Drakken and DNAmy, they\'d figured out a way a couple weeks after her death. By then though, Shego had given up hope and retreated into her self imposed hell. She refused to believe it when she was told it would work.

Now Kim just had to convince the woman she loved it really worked. She reached out and yanked the blanket away. Exposing her wife\'s emaciated and shuddering form. “Look at me. Touch me. I\'m here. I\'m real.”

Shego kept her eyes squeezed shut. She didn\'t want to see... To touch... To feel. She didn\'t want the lie her strained imagination was feeding her. It had to be a lie. Just like the lie Anne told her about her pregnancy. Splitting the gathered DNA. Using the Genetic Zipper to convert one cell into an egg and another into a sperm cell. Using those to conceive a new body, which was completely Kim, that was then implanted in Anne to carry.

Total Bullshit!

She knew better. She knew Anne simply went and got herself knocked up by James, or Barry, or one of the other guys. It was all just a ruse to get her to get over the loss of her precious love.

Wasn\'t it?

Slowly opening her eyes, Shego looked at the girl beside her. Her eyes told her everything she needed to know. What she was imagining couldn\'t be her real Kimmie. Not only was she too young, looking about the same age as Kim was when they first met, she didn\'t have any of her wife\'s demonic features. Slitted eyes, horns, tail, all were missing from this figment of her tortured mind.

It couldn\'t be.

She closed her eyes again.

Kim saw the appraisal and rejection in her wife\'s glance. She knew exactly what it meant. “Yeah. I look different. It was a shock to me too, at first. Turns out when Drakken modified the Juvinator to age me, it had some kind of malfunction. It left me at fourteen again.” She tried to put a little levity in her voice. “I guess, this time around, I can use being jailbait to my advantage.”

It became apparent Shego wasn\'t in the mood for humor. She hoped if she could just keep her listening, instead of throwing fire bolts, she might break through to her. “You can blame the rest on Monique. She was adamant that I be restored completely. She even went as far as taking my brain scan and putting a pass code on it that only she knew. After what I told her about DNAmy, I guess I can\'t blame her. So mom and Amy stripped out all of Barry\'s DNA before my conception.”

Kim saw Shego\'s eyes open again. They bored malicious holes through her. She knew flames were about to fly. Time was running out and she was no closer to getting Shego to accept the reality of her...

It came to her in an instant. She knew exactly what to do. Leaning in close to her love\'s face, she uttered a single word. “Shegoness.”

The warm breath on her face came as almost a big surprise as the word she heard. Shego blinked. Blinked again. Her mind spun as she tried to make sense of it. Her self-imposed mental block crumbled. With slow hesitation, she reached out and touched Kim\'s cheek. The smooth softness of her wife\'s pale pink skin sent shivers of delight through her. The guilt that held her mind prisoner for months fled.

Shego gathered Kim into her arms. She wanted to hold her forever and ever. She only let go, with an amused chuckle, when Kim spoke again.

“Umm... Shego? You really need a shower...”

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The leader of the kidnappers smiled as he was informed by the messenger of the unwillingness to make payment for their captive by the U.S. President. He turned and approached the bound man, as one of his people moved to the video camera and turned it on. He would show the western dogs what it meant to refuse the might of Al Killya. He reached down behind the man\'s chair and picked up a gleaming scimitar.

Holding the curved sword up, he looked directly into the camera. As his lips spewed out his venomous hatred, he thought about the power and glory he was about to reap.

The sound of breaking glass interrupted him as he placed the sword to the helpless man\'s neck. He looked up to see a glowing pink and blue apparition descending on him. Thoughts of killing his captive fled as he raised the sword to fend off the nightmare creature.

Blades clashed. The scimitar was cleaved in two as the Lotus blade in Rufus\' paws sliced through the common steel like butter.

Bullets rained down from the broken skylight as Will picked off the other kidnappers one by one.

Rufus reversed his swing, cutting through the terrorist. What was left of the lead kidnapper collapsed to the ground in multiple pieces.

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Gemini watched the battle rage from his raised control platform. The floor of the vast circular lair beneath him was stained blood red. His own minions and a large group of Al Killya fighters were being mowed down by the invaders. He scratched his little dog, Pepe, beneath his chin and grinned.

Beside the purple clad villain stood a tall, skinny, man with a long gray beard. He was firing an ancient AK-47 into the the fighting below. The bullets were glancing harmlessly off the body armor of Team Paladin and their Knights. He screamed out at his new partner in broken English. “Why are you not doing anything to stop these infidels!?”

Gemini\'s grin widened. He briefly considered firing some of his finger rockets into the gory melee. It would certainly put an end to the fighting by killing off all the combatants, friend and foe alike. It would be great fun, but that wasn\'t in the cards right now.

He glanced at the Al Killya leader. Months he\'d spent, since the ending of the Pact, setting up this operation. He made friends with Osama Bin Killin. Worked his way into their terrorist operations. Gave them assistance and super scientific weapons. Made them think he was one of them.

It was all a lie.

Gemini thought back to the call he received from his little sister the day the Middleton Pact was dissolved. She taunted him with her new evil status. Shamed him by telling how she and Kim Possible took down the large and powerful group of Yamanuchi ninjas. She derided him for not having the balls to do anything as spectacular. Dared him to even try to top her success.

He took her dare.

Lashing out with his mechanical hand, Gemini grabbed the terrorist’s gun. It\'s metal bent and twisted in his grasp. “I am doing something. I am showing my dear little sister I am much better at lies and evil deception than she ever thought.”

With an evil laugh, he pushed Bin Killin off the edge of the platform. He laughed even harder when he saw the camel fucker land at the feet of Ron Stoppable. He nodded to the shocked hero as he stabbed a couple buttons on his control console. One set off the brand new activation switches he\'d given to the terrorists all over the Middle East for their roadside bombs. All the bombs exploded prematurely. The other button opened the hatch on his escape pod.

As he climbed into the pod with his little dog, he felt satisfied this would show Betty that her big brother had what it took to outdo her.

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With a groan of frustration, Hego sat down on the floor in the middle of the force field surrounded room. The bare concrete cracked under the impact of his muscular buttocks. Three pairs of eyes locked on the spot as his brothers gasped in surprise.

With a puzzled look on his face, Hego asked. “What?”

Three pairs of eyes rolled as Mego started to explain to his dense older brother how the force field didn\'t cover the floor...

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Senator Cliton felt her eyebrows raise as she entered the meeting hall of Castle Senior, followed by an aid and a member of the U.S. diplomatic corps. The vast room appeared to be a shrine to hedonistic pursuits. Inlaid in the marble floor was a tile mosaic of the King and Queen coupling in wild abandon. Tapestries hung over the walls. Each one depicting scenes of orgies or violent battles. Statues in marble or bronze lined the room, all of naked people in seductive poses.

At the far end of the room was a raised dais. At first she thought it contained more statuary, until she saw the figure seated in the middle chair was talking on a cell phone. She certainly hadn\'t expected to conduct this meeting with King Ricardo, with him nude. It didn’t help when she noticed the woman, also nude, sitting on his right was the Queen. Just as was the blonde woman sitting on his left.

Hillie was not a prude by any stretch of the imagination. She had, after all, married a man who\'s nickname was Thick Willie for a good reason. Even while in the White House, they\'d engaged in their own kinky sexual pastimes. Inviting friends and celebrities to stay the night in the Lincoln bedroom, was a euphemism for sharing theirs. Not to mention all their jaunts to Martha\'s Vineyard, which really were to secret locations where they indulged themselves with, sometimes large groups, of same minded couples.

Never would they have considered meeting with foreign dignitaries in their altogether though. The closest they came to scandal was the whole blue dress ordeal. Someday she would pay back that bitch for the stain on her husband\'s name. As she approached the throne, she wished they could do things in America as seemed permissible here.

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As he watched the escape pod jet through a circular opening in the lair\'s roof, Ron tried to wrap his mind around what just happened. He looked down at his feet, where the most notorious terrorist in the world lay groaning in pain. The battle around him was dying down as his Knights finished off the last of their enemies. He couldn\'t believe Gemini had turned on his ally like he had. It forcefully reminded him of the woman who was also so evil she would turn on her best friend.

Putting that thought aside, he raised his pistol and shot Osama Bin Killin in the head. Once this was all over, he would turn his attention to Kim Possible once again.

Chapter 4

Demon Princess

Written by fulwiz

Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don\'t own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, mature themes, explicit violence, death and warped philosophy.

The story is KiAnGo. (And More) If you find this offensive, please don\'t read further.

Important Note: This story is the third part of a series. “The Middleton Pact – Redux” and “Dark Mistress – Redux” are the first two parts. If you don\'t read those first, you will be very confused.

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.”

-Miss Piggy

CHAPTER 4: Rebirth of the Demon Princess.

Zita reached out and grabbed the large brass ring. She pulled open the door of the wizard\'s tower. Felix followed her through the dark entrance of the ancient stone building. Before them stretched a corridor leading to a larger chamber. A dim light glowed from the torches mounted on the walls.

As they advanced, she asked. “So you think this is some kind of test?”

Felix nodded as they got closer to the chamber. “It\'s the only explanation for the things we\'ve encountered, and what we\'ve had to do to defeat them, on our way here.”

“Do you think we passed?”

As they emerged from the corridor, Felix shook his head. “No. I think it\'s not over yet.”

A pillar of light sprang to life in the center of the large room. Standing in the middle of the light was a tall bearded wizard. He was dressed so stereotypically in long flowing robes and pointed hat, there was no mistaking him for what he was.

The mage spoke. “Greetings seekers of knowledge. You are correct. There is one final trial before I will impart the information you desire.”

Two more pillars of light appeared, one on either side of the wizard. To his left, shackled by a chain around it\'s ankle, stood a monstrous ape-like creature. He was covered in matted and dirty blond fur. He gibbered and snarled at them. On the other side, equally chained, was a tall, red skinned, demon. Curved black horns extended from her head, and her steel barbed tail swished back and forth. She fondled her enormous breasts and winked at them.

“These creatures represent a choice. Kill one of them. If you choose correctly, you will succeed.”

Felix and Zita exchanged a glance. For months they tried to contact their friend. Ready to offer what help they could give. It was a difficult choice, but one they already made. Drawing their weapons, they attacked.

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Thick billows of steam eddied in the enclosed space of the Lowardian sized shower stall. Anne could barely see what she was doing as she stood behind Shego, washing the woman\'s long black hair. She heard Shego let out a low, sensual, moan. Looking around her, she could see Kim on her knees before the woman they both loved, her face buried between Shego\'s pale thighs.

Kim lapped at her wife\'s pussy. It tasted faintly of soap, but she didn\'t care. She wanted to give her pleasure. Show her in deeds, as she did earlier in words, how much she loved her. To her way of thinking, her own death was nothing in comparison to the months of suffering Shego endured. She nibbled Shego\'s clit as she probed her inner sheath with a finger.

Shego felt like she was going to drown in pleasure under the ministrations of the women she loved. It was something she never expected to feel again. Even as she gave into the sensations cascading through her body, she chided herself for letting guilt overwhelm her. It was only the second time it happened in her life. Now that her mental crisis had passed, she could put it behind her forever. Dealing with the first, well, that was something she hoped to put off for as long as she could.

She didn\'t go off the deep end that time, but instead covered her guilt with an enormous lie. A lie that affected her whole family. The truth would remain her secret. It had to. Her brothers would never understand. She let the thought fade as she felt Anne\'s hands move down to her ass.

Anne kneaded the flesh of Shego\'s butt. It was heaven to her to have her girls back. Kim from death and Shego from her self imposed grief. This was where they belonged, with her, sharing their never ending love and unfettered lusts. As she probed a finger between Shego\'s cheeks, she noted how much weight the younger woman lost due to malnourishment. Between her and Kim, they would get her back into shape in no time.

Her knuckles brushed against Kim\'s as she inserted her finger in Shego\'s sphincter. She smiled with amusement as she probed the tight hole. Both girls were always more than happy to indulge her love of anal pleasure. Adding a second finger, she began thrusting in time with Kim\'s finger in Shego\'s pussy. Leaning her head in, she began licking the firm globes of Shego\'s butt. With her other hand, she reached around and fondled one of Kim\'s delightfully small breasts.

Anne loved the feel and taste of her lover\'s youthful flesh. Shego\'s generous curves and Kim\'s, now more than before, slender teenage figure reminded her of her own youth. She enjoyed the maturity that came with age, but sometimes wished she could return to her own younger days. It was a thought that crept up on her more often lately. Giving birth to her daughter a second time pressed the thought even more forward into her mind. She knew it was possible to achieve, the effects of the Juvinator on both Ricardo and Sneaky Backlash were ample proof it could be done. Pumping another finger into Shego\'s rear, she decided to discuss it with her lovers.

Kim pressed another finger into her wife. She sucked hard on her clit, feeling her tremble as her actions, and those of her mother, brought Shego toward her peak. She could feel Shego\'s pussy spasm around her slender fingers. She loved exploring the depths of her lover\'s body. If only she still had her tail, she could do even more to bring them both pleasure. It was something she vowed to fix very soon.

Shego cried out as wave after wave of orgasms tore through her. She could feel both Kim and Anne pressing against her, to keep her buckling knees from letting her down. She rode the sensations they gave her in their love.

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Father Phred sat across the desk from his old friend. A man who he used both his money and influence to put into this oval shaped office. “Don\'t take it so hard Mr. President. I know you depended on having Bin Killin as a bogey man to keep the American people scared and compliant, but this is actually a good thing.”

President Mirkin pushed his cowboy hat back on his head. “I guess so, but how am I going to distract folks from all the domestic problems without something to focus on?” He reached out his other hand and tapped a stack of papers on his desk. “Have you seen the latest polls? People are gravitating away from center in record numbers. The country is splitting more than ever before.”

Swaggerson chuckled as he fondled his tie pin. “That\'s easy. You give them a hero to adulate.” His eyes glowed with righteous fervor as he stared into the other man\'s eyes. “Give them a symbol. A person to emulate. Give them Ron Stoppable.”

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Felix and Zita lifted the virtual reality headsets from their heads. They found themselves back in Felix\'s mother\'s living room. Things had changed in the hours they were in the game. Stacks of boxes and suitcases were piled along one wall. Each one had a small black device attached to them.

Felix looked over as his mom carried in another box. “Why didn\'t you tell us? You\'ve known all this time.”

Felice Renton sat the box down as a man entered the room with yet another box. The man was Dr. James Possible.

He looked at the young couple. “She didn\'t tell you because I asked her not to.”

Looking at her son and daughter in law, Felice said. “We had to be sure you really understood the gravity of the decision you made.”

Zita reached out and took Felix\'s hand in hers. She vividly remembered standing over the corpse of the creature they killed as the wizard told them the whole story. Some of it was very shocking to them both. “We made the right choice.”

James smiled as he put an arm around Felice\'s waist. “You did indeed.”

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In the wizard\'s tower, the wizard and the lady demon smiled at the ape-like corpse. All three forms began to blur and change. The wizard shrunk in size and grew younger until Jim Possible resembled his normal self. The ape changed into his twin brother Tim and the demon reformed into their girlfriend Olivia Porter.

Tim got up from the floor and laughed. “That was fun!”

Jim joined in the laughter. “Sure was.”

Olivia nodded. “Let\'s not waste this. There\'s still more fun to be had.”

Twin grins showed on the boys faces as they got her meaning. They began to blur and change again.

She looked at them with undisguised lust as they reformed into a matching pair of lecherous hounds.

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Ron Stoppable closed his cell phone as he emerged from the, now empty, lair. The call from the President, commending him for taking down the whole Al Killya network, should have made him happy. Unfortunately it wasn\'t enough to overcome the sense of failure he felt from letting Gemini escape. The promise of a ticker tape parade on their return didn\'t eclipse the horror of finding a number of young women who had been held captive in the lair\'s dungeons.

The youngest, hardly more than a child, was even now being cared for by Justine and some of the Knight\'s medics over by Paladin Two. He started over to see how she was, but was distracted by a noise.

Looking up in the air, he saw the rainbow colored jet on a landing approach. It was another sign something was going on he didn\'t quite understand. Someone managed to capture and delay Team Go. From what they told him when they called in, the technology used was surely the work of a super villain. But was it Gemini, or someone else? He knew who he wanted to blame. Kim Possible.

He continued on. Now that their task was done here, he planned to focus all his attention on bring her down for good.

Justine saw Ron approaching. She patted the hand of the young girl, stood, and went to meet him halfway. “We need to speak for a moment. All of the women we found will recover, but this girl is severely traumatized. All we can get out of her is that she was the daughter of the village elder and her name is Jasmine.”

Ron looked over at the girl. He could see her flinch away as one of the male medics tried to touch her. “We\'ll get her help. You stay with her until it\'s time to go.”

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Hillie Cliton found herself seated beside Ricardo in a brand new sedan as he drove them around New Middleton. Their first, very informal, meeting was over. Not much was discussed in it except him requesting they dispense with titles for the duration of her visit. He simply suggested taking her on a personally guided tour of the city as a way of opening a dialogue. At least he was now clothed, and she felt like she could talk business without that major distraction.

His suggestion it just be the two of them worried her at first, but she agreed to leave her people behind. It wasn\'t proper protocol, but she felt she would learn more about his intentions that way. Her main concern was the lack of security. She knew of no revolutionary leader anywhere who would go out among the masses alone. It was already becoming apparent he wasn\'t the ruthless dictator she envisioned.

Their first stop was Serious Automotive, the manufacturing center where the car they were now in was made. She watched as happy and, from her unrestricted questioning of them, well paid workers loaded precisely measured raw materials into a large boxlike black machine. Then, by the time she and Ricardo walked around to the other side, she saw a complete vehicle roll out the other end. His explanation of the super science behind it went right over her head. She understood the more specific details of how the vehicles were powered and what such a revolutionary process could do to the world economy.

The next stop was at the, much more traditional, new headquarters of Pop Pop Porter\'s snack foods. Porter himself gave them a tour of the plant and all the free samples they could eat. Over mini corndogs, they explained to her the enlightened economic policies that made Porter decide to relocate his snack food empire to Isla Bonita. A move that was still unknown to the world at large.

After that came a visit to HenchCo. and another tour guided by it\'s founder, Jack Hench. Then the new New Middleton Space and Research center and a tour by the eminent Dr. James Possible. Both places reeked of super science. Everything she saw was so far beyond the cutting edge of the rest of the world it made her head spin.

Now, as they drove to their next destination, she asked. “How did you manage all this in only a few months?”

Before replying, Ricardo pulled the car into a parking lot, that of the world\'s most ubiquitous store, Smarty Mart. He parked and shut off the power. “I am sure by now you know something of my past? I built myself up from nothing to one of the five richest people in the world. After my retirement, I took up the misguided hobby of villainy. That is all behind me now. Neither brought me the satisfaction I desired. Retaking my birthplace has. I want to make it a place of enlightenment and prosperity. To do this, I have used all my connections to bring the best and newest things to my people.”

Hillie knew all this already. She had seen the video he put out just after the revolution where he stated his renunciation of villainy and his intentions for his new country. In it he and the Queen showed the world how their misguided foray into villainy changed and altered them. Made them into something different. She knew, from file photos she saw at her briefing, how extreme those changes were. Most obvious were the genetic alterations of Queen Bonita. Less so the changes to the King. She knew him to be decades older than herself. She listened as he continued.

“Some of what you have seen, comes from my days as a simple businessman. The rest, such as the super science, from my time as a villain. With the ending of the Middleton Pact, such things are no longer just in the hands of an elite few.”

The mention of the Pact rose the hairs on the back of her neck. She knew of it, having been privy to such things when her husband was President. It\'s dissolution caused tremors throughout the world. Most people who were in the know were divided into two different schools of thought as to how it would affect the world. Some considered it a good thing, while others felt it spelled disaster. She herself as on the fence, since she wasn\'t sure if the noticeable drop in super villain activity since the ending of the Pact was due to it\'s ending or not.

He went on. “You have seen some of the good I am doing already. There is much more. But now, let us continue with our next stop. Later, we can discuss it all at length.”

With that, he popped open the door of the car.

Confused, she asked. “Here? This is a Smarty Mart, they are everywhere.”

He chuckled as he stepped around to open the passenger door for her. “Yes they are indeed. However, this is the flagship store of the new Smarty Mart. Come. I will let my good friend, Mr. Smarty himself, explain.”

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Shego let out a long wolf whistle as Drakken shut off the device in his hands. “Damn woman. I thought you were a hottie before, but this is... Wow!”

Anne Possible looked down at her body. Her hands went immediately to her, now perky, breasts. Gone was the sag the came with age. She could feel the soft firmness they hadn\'t had in ages. She slid them lower over her torso. No longer was she covered with any stretch marks or impending flab. Her hips felt slender and firm under her touch. “I\'d forgotten what it was like...”

Shego stepped up and hugged her lover\'s, now sixteen year old, body to hers. “World\'s sexiest jailbait milf... Kimmie\'s gonna shit bricks when she gets a load of you.”

Both of them looked over to the other side of the lab. They saw DNAmy manipulating the controls of her invention, the Genetic Zipper. The machine gave one last burst of activity before whirring to a silent stop. With a hiss and whoosh, the door of the large center pod opened. From it stepped the lithe, and once again, genetically altered form of their other true love.

Small black horns once again adorned Kim Possible\'s head. Her deep green slitted eyes twinkled in merriment. With the flexing of her hands, small claws extended and retracted. She looked nearly the same as she had before her death. The only difference, besides her new found youth, became apparent when her tail swung into view. As before, it shaded from the pink of the rest of her body to a bright red at the tip. It was now slightly longer and thicker than before, and the spade-like tip was gone.

She approached her wives with a sensuous gait. Taking them into her arms, she hugged them tightly. “You look good enough to eat Mom.”

Shego chuckled. “We\'ll get to that... Soon. It\'s so good to have our little Demon Princess back.”

Chapter 5

Demon Princess

Written by fulwiz

Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don\'t own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, mature themes, explicit violence, death and warped philosophy.

The story is KiAnGo. (And More) If you find this offensive, please don\'t read further.

Important Note: This story is the third part of a series. “The Middleton Pact – Redux” and “Dark Mistress – Redux” are the first two parts. If you don\'t read those first, you will be very confused.

“Hear no evil, speak no evil - and you\'ll never be invited to a party”

-Oscar Wilde

CHAPTER 5: Catching Up.

Shego ate slowly. Her stomach wasn\'t used to such a large influx of food. While she did, she listened to the conversation across the dining hall table from her. Anne and Monique were filling Kim in on everything that happened during her absence. A good bit of it was new to her too, since she purposely ignored Anne\'s attempts to keep her in the loop for the last few months. She took another bite as she listened to what Monique was saying.

“And your dad has the new space center almost up and running. Everything else is already in place. Ricardo\'s put a lot of emphasis on recruiting too. Yori and Barry are still running the ex-villain halfway house, at the new location, of course. In fact they should have a new batch for you to meet soon. Joss and Sneaky have been doing the same with more common criminals who have useful talents. Betty, with the help of Steve and Candy, has bolstered the ranks of Global Security too.”

Shego grinned at that. It was all part of the plan to play both sides against the middle. The criminals and so-called ex-villains would be sent out to commit crimes against selected targets. Then GS would step in and offer their services to those very same targets. It wouldn\'t take long to have people in useful positions worldwide. She returned most of her attention to her meal as Monique delved into more social concerns.

Kim was pleased to hear the plan was still on track. From what she was hearing, Ricardo was doing a great job setting Isla Bonita up as a showpiece for the rest of the world to see and, hopefully, envy. She had to roll her eyes at the name of his new kingdom though. As if Bonnie wasn\'t insufferable enough already, having a whole country named after her was probably enough to inflate her ego to massive proportions. Especially now that she was a queen in fact, not just in her own mind. Kim was just sorry she missed the wedding.

Apparently it wasn\'t the only one she missed. The ring Monique proudly displayed on her finger attested to that. Nothing surprising about that, she and Wade were perfect for each other. As were Steve and Candy, but then everybody could see that one coming too.

What was slightly more difficult to get her head around was the triad marriage of Dr. Drakken and his two ladies. Under the enlightened laws of Isla Bonita, any form of marriage was permitted. Hence his getting hitched to the robotic DNAmy was certainly more than acceptable. It was the other woman that raised her eyebrows.

She looked over at another table. There the three of them sat and had their meal. The large, very muscular, blonde woman with extremely generous breasts feeding the blue scientist tidbits from her plate looked both familiar, yet so very different. Of course the last time Kim saw her, she was a man named Albert. Now her name was Alberta. Apparently she, then he, had been in love with Drakken for years.

Kim remembered back to when Drakken was rescued from Area 51. The kindness and compassion his lead Henchman showed when he brought him his stuffed bear. She was surprised she hadn\'t seen it then. According to her mom, it was her own death that showed Albert life was too short to let things go on as they were. He confessed his love after conspiring with Amy to alter his gender. Apparently Drakken eagerly accepted their dual proposal. She had not seen him this happy since his plan to defeat the Lowardians succeeded.

Most surprising to her on the hookup front was Yori and Barry. They hadn\'t gotten hitched. It seems they really liked, and loved fucking, each other. However, neither wanted to marry. Yori, because she was totally devoted to Kim, and Barry because he preferred the life of a freewheeling bachelor. It worked for them.

Monique grinned as she saw Kim\'s eyes beginning to glaze from gossip overload. “Then there is the stuff going on in your family. I swear girlfriend, doing anybody is possible for a Possible!”

Anne chuckled and placed a hand on Monique\'s arm. “We\'ll get into all that later dear. I think my little bubble-butt needs some time to digest all the dish.”

The use of her nickname snapped Kim\'s eyes back into focus. She immediately rolled them. “Mom!”

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Felix Renton was glad he was sitting down in his high tech wheelchair. The surprises and revelations he was experiencing would have floored him if he\'d been able to stand. He wasn\'t sure which topped the list. Finding out his mother had been sleeping with her boss? Being teleported to their new home in a new country? Or just maybe learning depths of Kim Possible\'s plan to change the world?

As she finished giving her son and his wife a tour of their new home, Felice Renton said. “Now before we get settled in, it\'s time to do a little shopping.”

Zita looked at her questioningly. “Shopping?”

Felice nodded. “Yes, at our local Smarty Mart. There is something very special I want to get for you two.”

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The two planes flew side by side across the ocean. Ron could see the Wegos smiling and waving to him from their jet as he looked out the window of the military transport. He returned the wave, but not the smile. Ever since boarding the plane for the trip home, he felt out of sorts. It wasn\'t just from his susceptibility to airsickness though. It was from realizing how out of touch he\'d been for the last few months.

All his focus was on the mission at hand for so long, he hadn\'t kept up with what was happening in the rest of the world. He looked across the aisle to where Justine was busy with her laptop. “So Señor Senior Sr. really took over Cuba and nobody did a thing to stop him?”

The blonde woman glanced up. She looked toward the far end of the cabin at Junior. He was so engrossed in playing poker with their other team members, he hadn\'t heard the question. She looked back at Ron. “Apparently, it happened so fast nobody had time to do anything. By the time the world found out, it was done and over.” She scrolled down a web page before continuing. “I doubt much would have been done anyway. Most world leaders seem to be in favor of the regime change.”

Ron shook his head. “That\'s not the point! The point is, Kim has to be behind it. We know they are working together!”

She nodded. “We do. There is, however, no proof. In point of fact, there has been no suspicious activity of any kind by those we know to be in league with her for months. With the exception of the Seniors. It is as if Kim Possible has dropped off the face of the Earth.”

Ron let out a heavy sigh. “She\'s up to something, you can bet on that. And we are gonna find out what.”

In the rear of the cabin, groans of dismay arose from Junior, Will, and Crash as Rufus won yet another hand.

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Hank Perkins walked down the corridor beside the leader of the American delegation. He stopped at a door and opened it. “Here are your rooms Senator. I hope you will find everything to your liking.” He paused and gave her a apologetic smile. “Let me again apologize for the King and Queen\'s abrupt departure after dinner. Pressing matters of state, you understand?”

She returned his infectious smile. “I certainly do.” She turned and started through the door. “Will we be meeting as planned for talks tomorrow as scheduled?”

“Yes Ma\'am. Oh, by the way, The King left you a small token of his esteem. It\'s in the sitting room.” He began to pull the door closed. “Have a good evening.”

Moments later, she found herself staring at a painting hanging above the fireplace mantle in her suite. It was custom for dignitaries to exchange small gifts, but this was completely unexpected. The painting was a full body nude portrait of herself. Almost. The body displayed wasn\'t quite her own. Her hips hadn\'t been that slender in many years, nor were her breasts anywhere near that gravity defying.

Then it hit her. She thought back to her visit to Smarty Mart. In most respects it was the same as any other one she visited in the past. The exception was the kiosks in the front area near the check out lanes. Most Smarty Mart\'s had little stores within stores there. They contained everything from bank branches and fast food chains, to optometrist outlets depending on the store.

This one had fast food in the form of a Pop Pop Porter\'s Mini Corndog and Snack shack. A new enterprise created by Porter and Smarty together. According to Martin Smarty, it would be featured in all his stores in the near future. It seemed to her to be a good business arrangement, especially since Porter\'s popularity was skyrocketing lately. There was nothing really surprising about it though.

The surprise came with the two businesses located right next to it. When she read the first store\'s sign, Any Possible You, she first thought it was some type of styling salon. She was partially right. They performed styling, but not hair styles or makeup. It was complete whole body styling. She watched as people entered a machine which altered their body in seconds. Hair or eye colors changed. Body parts slimmed or enlarged. She even saw a couple instances of complete gender reassignment.

The second place was just miraculous. It was called NRI Medical Systems. From what she could tell, they used a very similar looking technology. Only there, instead of altering the body, they repaired it. Cuts and bruises were fixed in seconds. She even saw whole limbs regrown on amputees. Most striking was when she saw a young man enter in a custom wheelchair, only to emerge and stand for what was obviously the first time in his life. The joy she saw on his face as he hugged his wife, and a woman she assumed was either his older sister or mother, was infectious.

Though Ricardo and Smarty tried to explain the technology behind it all, she couldn\'t quite grasp it. What she did understand was, they wanted to spread the technology worldwide. Not only would it turn the world on it\'s ear, but it would fix the ear afterward.

Now, as she looked at her portrait, she knew it wasn\'t just a stylized representation. It was what she could be if she wanted. It was a symbol of what anyone could be.

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The two elegantly dressed women scowled as one of them tried to adjust their husband\'s blue bow tie. She gave an exasperated huff as her large hands fiddled with it. “How can you manage to get it tied wrong when it\'s part of your nanosuit?”

The other woman grinned. “Oh. Our Drewbie just has a way with these things. Now let\'s get moving. We don\'t want to be late for the big event!”

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Joss poked her head in the door of the training room. She saw Sneaky Backlash, in his cape and tophat, standing before a group of thugs, murderers and rapists. She gave a short nod to the class and addressed him. “Do ya got everythin\' covered here?”

He grinned from under his black handlebar mustache. “I do little one. Now skedaddle. You should have been there already.”

As she closed the door, he stepped to a sheet covered framework. “Now. I suppose some of you think you know something about torture?” As most of the class laughed evilly, he pulled the sheet off, revealing a young blonde woman hanging naked and spread eagle inside the frame. Her eyes darted around the room as she tried to scream through her gag. “This evening we are going to practice some advanced techniques with the help of the lovely Miss Lynn here.”

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Duff Killigan pushed and shoved Barry and Yori toward the door of the new halfway house. “Don\'t ye be a worrying, I can handle things here! You two just go and have yer fun. The biggest problem the could be arising is if Jones\' mutts were to be eating that scrawny woman\'s, even more scrawny, hairless cat.”

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Anne looked at Shego askance as they entered the lair\'s kitchen. “I thought you told me once this was something said you\'d never do?”

“I did, but for Kimmie I\'ll make an exception.”

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Ricardo rolled his eyes as he watched Bonnie and Tara primp and preen in their evening gowns. “Ladies. You both look exquisite. Do hurry though. We do not want to be more than fashionably late.”

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Rufus slapped his paw to his forehead as his best buddy hurled into an airsick bag. Again.

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James Possible sat at his lab bench putting the finishing touches on the design of his latest project, the Kepler IV rocket ship. With helping Felice and her kids move, then rushing off to give a tour of the new Space Center, he had not been sure he\'d get to it today.

He glanced up at the wall clock as he heard Vivian enter the room. “That time already?” He stood and shrugged on his suit jacket. “Where are the boys?”

Vivian cocked her head back toward the door. “They left with Olivia a few minutes ago.”

He took her in his arms and gave her a quick kiss. “Then I guess we\'d better get going too.”

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In her office at the new headquarters of Global Security, Betty Director shut off her view screen and turned to look across her desk at Steve and Candy. “Well that settles it. I won\'t be going. Tell Kim I\'m sorry, but this takes precedence. I\'m sure she\'ll understand. It is for the plan after all.”

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Kim and Anne approached the door of the lounge arm in arm. Both wore nearly identical LBD\'s that were styled to look like cheerleader outfits.

Kim paused. “Where\'s Shego?”

“She\'ll be along soon. She had something she wanted to prepare.”

“What?”

“It\'s a surprise.”

Kim rolled her eyes. “OK. So how do I look?”

Anne eyed her sexy daughter for a second. “Wonderful. But...”

“But what?”

Anne gestured at her own dress. “It\'s a little long.”

Kim grinned as she gave the mental command to the nanosuit. It\'s hem began to contract until it was barely covering her pussy, just like her mother\'s dress did. “Better?”

“Much.”

With a giggle, Kim escorted her sexy teenage mother into the lounge. Seeing most all of her friends and relatives gathered there, she called out. “Welcome to my re-birthday party!”

Chapter 6

Demon Princess

Written by fulwiz

Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don\'t own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, mature themes, explicit violence, death and warped philosophy.

The story is KiAnGo. (And More) If you find this offensive, please don\'t read further.

Important Note: This story is the third part of a series. “The Middleton Pact – Redux” and “Dark Mistress – Redux” are the first two parts. If you don\'t read those first, you will be very confused.

“Nature abhors a hero. For one thing, he violates the law of conservation of energy. For another, how can it be the survival of the fittest when the fittest keeps putting himself in situations where he is most likely to be creamed?\"

-Solomon Short

CHAPTER 06: Saviors, Sinners and Siblings.

The no nonsense military tones of the pilot\'s voice came over the intercom. “We are on final approach. Fasten your seatbelts. Stay seated until landing is complete.”

Rufus scrambled off Ron\'s shoulder. He positioned himself in the seat next to him, grabbed the buckle of the seat belt and clicked it into place. It covered most of his small body. He gave his best friend a thumbs up gesture.

Ron spent a moment fumbling with his own belt, gave up, and quickly tied the ends around his waist. “Almost home little buddy.”

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In another part of the sky, another plane dipped it\'s nose as it also came into position to land. The sleek black and silver Global Security jet wasn\'t heading for a major airport. No band awaited to play a fanfare upon it\'s arrival. There would be no cheering crowds or handshaking of dignitaries.

Betty Director felt the wheels bump as the jet touched down on a small private landing strip next to a row of seemingly identical metal and concrete buildings. She taxied the jet around until it was parked next to the building that bore a simple sign next to its door which read NUMBER 3. Betty shook hear head as she climbed out of the cockpit. Not so very long ago, she would have given her eye teeth to know the location of this little side business operated by Jack Hench. Stepping up to the building, she pressed the doorbell of the time-share lair.

The door opened to reveal a man who\'s face was as familiar to her as her own. The non-identical twin siblings greeted each other in cool tones.

“Sheldon.”

“Betty.”

Gemini glanced into the night behind her. “You came alone. I\'m surprised little sister.”

Betty bit back a scathing reply to his comment. “Mom said you only wanted to talk. I didn\'t see the need to subject any of my friends to your gloating.”

He gave her a smile as he stepped back and motioned with his cybernetic arm for her to enter. “You must admit I have good reason to, as you say, gloat.”

The two of them entered the main area of the lair. It was obvious to Betty, her brother hadn\'t been there long. Boxes and crates were stacked near the walls. Either his own possessions, or things left by a previous occupant. There were few furnishings. Just a folding table, two chairs and a simple cot. She took one of the chairs.

“I\'ll admit you did a good job of cutting off the head of Al Killya and breaking it\'s backbone. Using their own weapons to take most of them out all at once was inspired.”

A frown crossed the man\'s face as he took the other chair. He stared out of his good eye at her for a moment. Praise was the very last thing he expected. “So you will also admit I out did you?”

Betty shrugged. “I think we are about even actually.”

“How can you say that? I, at least, did the job on my own. Without help.”

“You used Stoppable.”

“Yes, used. I didn\'t submit myself to someone else though. You followed Kim Possible\'s lead with the ninjas.”

Betty leaned forward across the table that separated them. “I\'ll concede that point.”

Sheldon\'s eye widened. He too, leaned forward, trying to see in his sister\'s face any sign she was insincere. He didn\'t, and that puzzled him. “You\'re saying I\'m better than you?”

She leaned closer, until their noses were almost touching. “Yes I am. In this one instance, you are the clear winner.”

As shocked as he was to hear her speak those words, words he\'d longed to hear for so long, he also heard the implied challenge. “I see. You believe there is something else you are better at than me?”

Betty\'s grin widened. “I do. Would you like me to show you?”

His unnatural competitiveness rose inside him. “Please do.”

Betty leaned in even closer, until her lips were almost brushing his. “You asked for it. Big brother.”

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Kim was standing near the bar talking with Steve and Candy when Anne found her. “Enough chatting Kimmie. It\'s time for your surprise.”

As her mother took her arm and started guiding her toward the center of the lounge, Kim gave the couple a reassuring look. “Don\'t worry about Betty. She\'s a big girl. She can handle herself.”

Anne positioned her in the middle of the room and stepped back, as did everyone else.

Kim started to give her a puzzled look. It changed to delight as her family and friends began to sing that old birthday standard to her. Just as the first verse ended, the door of the lounge opened. Her eyes widened as she saw her little brothers straining to push a large object into the room. To say it was just a birthday cake would have been an understatement.

It stood close to four feet high, and at least that around. It rose up in three tiers from it\'s base and was covered in bright pink icing. The edges were decorated in a filigree of lacy green and candy roses. Words in blue along the sides spelled out “Happy Re-birthday Princess.” On the top were the ubiquitous candles. Eighteen of them were white, and in the center was a larger black one. Their flames flickered and danced as the boys pushed it toward her.

She immediately knew what the arrangement of candles signified. The white were for her age, and the black was for her new life.

As the song came to an end, Kim saw her mom and dad join her in the center of the room.

James took her by the hand and led her closer to the gigantic cake. “Blow out the candles and make a wish Kimmie-Cub.”

Kim looked around the room. She saw most all the wonderful people who she cared for, with one notable exception. A silent wish whispered through her mind as she took a deep breath and blew. The candles went out, and so did all the lights in the room.

There was darkness and silence for only a few moments. A brilliant spot of light descended from the ceiling, and enveloped the cake. Music began to play. She didn\'t recognize the tune, but could almost feel the beat of it. Kim stood dumbfounded as everyone began clapping in time with the music.

With a loud pop, the top of the cake exploded upwards. From it, a lithe and graceful figure emerged. Kim felt her heart flutter as she saw her wish granted.

Shego\'s almost nude body swayed with the music as she emerged from the icing covered container. To Kim\'s delight, she saw that the cake wasn\'t the only thing with icing on it. Shego\'s beautiful breasts were decorated in a whorl of icing topped with a dollop of whipped cream on her nipples. Which, in turn, was tipped with bright red cherries. The decoration extended on down her body and formed a heart just above her bare pussy. Within the heart was a message in a delicately painted calligraphy of spun sugar.

KP + SP + AP
FOREVER

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Ron Stoppable\'s senses were assaulted as he stepped out of the plane. Music from the military band bombarded his ears, while lights from the myriad of camera crews pierced his eyes. The cheering of the crowd was like a distant thunder filling the very air. He stood for a few moments at the top of the steps, barely noticing the banners along it\'s rails and the red carpet spread at the base.

As Team Paladin joined him at the top of the stairs, he began to take it all in. A grin spread across his face. He lifted his arms above his head and waved his hands at the adoring multitudes as they began to descend the steps.

When they reached the ground, handshaking ensued. First the Mayors of the Tri-Cities, then the Governor of Colorado, his friend and benefactor Father Phred, and finally the President of the United States himself.

The President took him by the arm and led him to a podium emblazoned with the presidential seal. Ron stood beside him, soaking in the adoration, as the man began to speak.

“My fellow countrymen. Today is a great day for the United States of America, and the world. Today we are saved from the scourge of terrorism that has plagued us for so long. We no longer need to fear those who hate our way of life. Those who fired the first volley with 9/11. Thanks to our dear friend Ron Stoppable, they are no more!”

The President paused as the crowd roared even louder than before. “From this day forward, we can go to sleep in our beds at night without fear. We can live our lives in peace and harmony. We can give thanks to God that we have a true hero to protect and defend us. Ladies and Gentlemen. I give you Ron Stoppable!”

The President stepped to the side and motioned for Ron to step up to the microphones.

Ron felt a lump in his throat as he took the man\'s place. He swallowed loudly. His natural fear of public speaking fled as he looked out at his admirers. “I want you all to know one thing. Wherever there is badness in the world, Team Paladin will be there to put a stop to it. No evil doer will darken our doors again. No villain will go unpunished...”

An unseen reporter yelled out from the crowd. “Does that include your best friend, Kim Possible?”

Ron felt his face go blank. He stood stark still, with his eyes lowered, while he fought down the anger that bubbled up inside him. “My friend? No. Not any longer. She embraced evil. Evil is not my friend.” He lifted his eyes and stared into the closest camera. “I have a message for Kim Possible. I know you\'re out there watching this. So hear this. I\'m coming for you. I\'ll put an end to your vile wickedness. You have my word as a hero.”

A short time later, while their gear was being unloaded from the plane, Team Paladin was ushered into limousines waiting outside the airport. As Ron climbed into the backseat of his, his eyebrows rose.

Waiting inside were three people he knew. One of them wasn\'t a surprise, but the other two were totally unexpected. He looked at Father Phred\'s face, and asked. “What\'s going on? Why are they here?”

Swaggerson gestured to the two people sitting beside him. The man with an enormously large head and the woman who\'s whole body was a brilliant electric blue. “I assume you know Professor Cray Ne Yum and Miss Electra Nique? I recently met them at one of my services. I found their devotion to good and righteousness a refreshing and wonderful thing. I brought them here in the hopes you would consider making them a part of your team.”

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The party in the lounge was still going full tilt when Kim, Anne and Shego entered their bedroom. It was Kim\'s idea for them to duck out early to have a slightly more intimate party of their own. Any other night she would have been more than happy to join in the orgy that was only getting started when they left. Tonight, however, she wanted to just be with her wives.

With a thought, Kim and Anne\'s dresses disappeared. The three lovers embraced each other naked bodies as they stood next to the enormous bed. Kim grinned as she felt the slight stickiness on Shego\'s body. She and Anne had done their very best to lick all of the icing off her, but they\'d missed a few spots.

She kissed Shego on the nose. “That was a wonderful surprise Sweetie. But I thought you told me it was something you said you\'d never do?”

Shego chuckled. “Yeah, well... I still won\'t bake a cake.”

All three laughed as they climbed into the bed. Kim snuggled herself between their sexy bodies. She began to stroke her tail\'s tip across Shego\'s breasts. “I have a little surprise for the two of you too.”

Chapter 7

Demon Princess

Written by fulwiz

Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don\'t own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, mature themes, explicit violence, death and warped philosophy.

The story is KiAnGo. (And More) If you find this offensive, please don\'t read further.

Important Note: This story is the third part of a series. “The Middleton Pact – Redux” and “Dark Mistress – Redux” are the first two parts. If you don\'t read those first, you will be very confused.

“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.”

-Arthur C. Clarke

CHAPTER 07: Darkness Lost.

(December 20th 2007, 8:00 am)

Gemini awoke on his cot with a naked woman draped over his body. For a moment he was confused. It all came back to him in bits and pieces. He was in his temporary lair, and the woman was his little sister. He looked down at her nude body and smiled. He could no longer see her as a rival. Not after what happened last night.

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Shego yawned as she walked down the hallway of Castle Senior. She hadn\'t gotten much sleep last night. A chuckle escaped her lips as she thought about her wife\'s surprise. Even by her own loose standards, what her Kimmie did was way out there. Not that she was complaining. She couldn\'t wait to get this meeting over with so she could get back and do it again.

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Ron Stoppable paced back and forth before the assembled members of Team Paladin in the command center of their headquarters. Everyone, including the team\'s two newest members, sat quietly waiting for him to speak.

He\'d been reluctant to accept the ex-villains at first, but a long discussion with Father Phred changed his mind. It was clear to him now, they were just what the team needed.

He cleared his throat. “We did good in the Middle East. We proved we are capable of taking down our enemies. Now it\'s time to go after bigger fish.” He stopped and looked from face to face. “It\'s time to go after Kim Possible.” His eyes met Justine’s. “Justine has a plan.”

The blonde genius stood. A view screen lit behind her as she addressed them all. “Here is the course of action I\'ve calculated...”

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Kim looked at the Scottish golfer incredulously. “She did what?”

The man\'s eyes darted around the meeting room of the so-called rehabilitation center. He pulled nervously at the hem of his kilt as he spoke. “The lassie went an tried to mimic Aviarius. I didn\'a figure it out until after she killed Falsetto Jones.” He straightened to his full short height and pulled a golf club out of his bag. “I got her though.” He brandished the club in the air. “With me trusty putter.”

Kim\'s shoulders slumped as she eyed the club. She felt her plans to use Camille Leon\'s shape shifting abilities fading. Apparently having a body that could take any form messed with the woman\'s head enough to make her insane.

She looked across the room where Yori and Barry were talking with Aviarius, Nanny Nane and Chester Yapsby. They were not the best of the best when it came to villains, but they were all that was left of this batch. She would find uses for them once she found out where they stood. Her attention went back to the stout golfer. She spoke to him in a voice full of sympathy and compassion. “You did what you had to.”

Yori approached them. “Master? They are prepared.”

Kim gave the Scot a pat on the shoulder and turned to the villains who were taking seats. She gazed at them, thinking of the last time she met with a prospective group. One had not survived the encounter. This time it would be more.

She walked over to them with Duff and Yori in tow. Once she stood facing them directly, she gave them a smile. “You all know why you\'re here. So let\'s get down to it.”

In a repeat of the last time, she asked for and received their loyalty. As each made their pledge, she dug deep within herself and called forth her dark power.

Nothing happened.

Her face froze into a smiling mask as she felt nothing. Her power was gone. Shock ran through her mind as she figured out why. She had died. The power left her as it had the leader of the ninjas at his death. She fought the shock as she hid it from the villains. Without the power she had no way to be sure of their loyalty. There was one person in the room she knew already to be lying, but she had no clue about the others.

Her only choice was to accept them at their word. The best she could do was set an example. Show them what would happen if they betrayed her in even the smallest way.

Kim let her face become mobile again. The smile she wore turned to a frown. “You all know what happened to Falsetto Jones. It is a tragedy. He, like you, came here at my invitation. He didn\'t deserve his fate. That sick bitch Camille Leon is to blame.” She motioned for Killigan to stand beside her. “He wasn\'t the only victim of her twisted mind.”

She held out her hand in front of the golfer. “Let me see your club again please?”

He drew the shaft from it\'s bag and placed it in her hand.

She held it for a moment. Studying it\'s length and heft. “It\'s a fine instrument. Equally useful for sport or dispatching someone who is in need of being dispatched.” She raised it in the air, as if ready to swing at an imaginary ball. “A good golfer knows his weapon like the back of his hand, and Duff is one of the best.”

With a twist of her body she put the club into motion. It whistled through the air and struck her intended target. The side of Duff Killigan\'s head.

Surprised gasps were emitted as the man fell to the ground.

His agonized yell echoed off the walls as Kim raised the club again. She looked down at him, watching blood seep out of his cracked skull. “Duff Killigan would never mistake his nine iron for a putter.”

She brought the club down again and again. More blood splattered as she unmercifully bashed in the head of the prone figure. There was nothing left of the head when she finished, but the body was still whole. That body began to reform. Before the startled eyes of everyone in the room it changed. Lengthened. Became slender. Became obviously female.

Kim dropped the bloody club and turned to Barry and Yori. “Search the place. Find out what happened to the real Duff.”

Her attention returned to the new recruits as they left the room. She stared at them with slitted eyes full of menace. “Remember this. I will know if any one of you attempts to cross me. Be assured that if you do, you\'ll find out just how easy Camille got off.”

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Shego smiled across the breakfast table at the older woman. The two of them were alone in the elaborate dining room of the castle. “So that\'s how things stand Senator. You cut through the red tape, get us free trading rights in the U.S., and we give you the Presidency.”

She could see the former First Lady struggling with the offer. The fight between temptation and hesitancy flowed across her features. Shego took a bite of a cinnamon roll as she waited for the woman\'s reply.

Hillie Cliton sipped her coffee as she tried to put her thoughts in order. The offer was sneaky, underhanded, and went against every tenant of freedom and democracy she held. Nothing had been held back by the woman before her when she explained the entirety of Kim Possible\'s plan. With what she saw yesterday, she knew they planned to change the world in ways so drastic, nothing would ever be the same again.

She sat down the cup and asked. “How can you guarantee I\'ll win the election?”

Shego\'s grin widened. She had no doubt the woman would accept the offer now. “Because we\'ll discredit, bribe, and if needed, kill off any competition.”

Hillie shook her head. “All of them? Surely that\'s not possible...”

Shego let out a laugh. It was the perfect opportunity for her to steal her wife\'s favorite line. “Anything\'s possible for a Possible.”

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As Justine finished her presentation, Will Du spoke up. “It could work. The only problem I see is the actual confrontation. Things are pretty evenly matched when it comes to technological resources, but not super powers.” He looked over at Ron. “Are you sure we can\'t get Team Go to help out again?”

Ron shook his head. “Yeah. They absolutely refuse to fight their sister. Hego said it was because they are family, but think they are just plain scared. They have never come out on top any time they fought her in the past.”

Will sighed. “That just leaves us with Rufus.” He looked at the Naked Mole Rat on Ron\'s shoulder. “No offense little guy, but I don\'t think you are going to be able to stand against them by yourself.”

Rufus pouted. “Can too!”

Justine watched the interplay with clinical dispassion. “I may be able to render a solution to that conundrum if I can study your pet and it\'s purported magical abilities at some length.”

Ron looked puzzled. He usually did whenever Justine talked like she was now. He was pretty sure he caught the gist of it though. Letting the big words pass over his head, he looked at his buddy. “What do you think? Can you help Justine figure out how the monkey power works?”

Rufus twitched his whiskers in thought. He would do anything he could for his friend. “Uh-huh.”

Ron gave him a smile, then looked back at the rest of the team. “That\'s settled then. Now all we have to do is put the plan into action. Let\'s get to it!”

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It was late afternoon when Kim called the meeting of her closest cohorts to order. She pointed at Barry who sat beside Yori across the lair\'s command center meeting table. “You first.”

Barry nodded his horned head. “Duff Killigan is dead. We found what was left of his body stuffed in a closet. It looks like Camille Leon gave him an enema with his own exploding golf balls.”

Kim muttered. “At least he went out with a bang.” She suppressed her amusement at her own joke. “So we lost three assets. Duff, Jones, and Camille. There\'s nothing we can do about it now.”

She looked over at Betty. “Your turn.”

Betty stood up. “Sheldon is completely on board. Steve and Candy are, as we speak, showing him the ropes at Global Security. He will be ready to take over there as the new CEO as early as tomorrow.”

Kim grinned. “I\'m proud of you Betty. Who knew all it would take was you fucking him into submission?”

Betty returned her grin. “Thank you Mistress. I enjoyed it as much as I ever did fighting him.”

Next, Kim looked at her wife. “Shego?”

Shego propped her feet on the table edge. “Hook, line, and sinker Pumpkin. The senator is on her way back to Washington. You shoulda seen the look on her face when she agreed to our offer.”

Kim nodded. So far that part of the plan was working out well. She looked around the table at her mom and Joss. She already knew how things were going in their areas. Rather than re-capping, she decided to press forward on a matter of greater concern to her.

She looked at the last two people in the room. Wade and Monique. “Bring them in please?”

She watched as Monique stood and went to the door. Her voice held a knife edge of anger as she continued. “My power is gone. I don\'t know if it passed to someone else or just floated away when I died. I do know I want it back!”

She paused as the door opened and Drakken entered, followed by the alien Pat. “Dr. D. mentioned a while ago, he knew something about my power and what it is. Apparently Pat has some knowledge on the subject too. I\'ll let them explain it.”

The green alien skittered up on the table on his tentacles, while Drakken strode over to the main view screen.

As the screen came on, he clasped his hands behind his back. “Let me say I am glad to finally be able to fully explain my discovery. It is something I learned after my failed attempt to take over Area 51. In my hasty, and fully strategic, retreat I commandeered the flying saucer that brought the white floaty aliens to earth. You remember them don\'t you?”

Kim nodded. She had seen them during her tour of the facility, enclosed in glass tubes. At the time she assumed they were deceased. Now, as she thought back, she remembered seeing one of them move. Maybe it was only the motion of the liquid it was floating in, or maybe it really had been picking it\'s almost non-existent nose.

Drakken brought up a picture on the screen of one of the aliens. “Imagine my surprise when I got airborne to find the aliens somehow managed to also return to their vessel. Things were touch and go for a bit, but after the repeated anal probing, I found out some interesting things...”

Pat raised himself up. “One moment. I have encountered that species in my travels. That activity is not something they indulge in. It is the Grays who visit planets and enjoy the process of inserting their probes in improper orifices of the natives.”

Drakken chuckled. “My friend. Please let me elaborate. It was I who did the probing, not them. In order to put a stop to it, they gave me access to whatever knowledge I wanted.”

Shego stared at her former boss. “You butt fucked them?”

He nodded. “Any port in a storm as the saying goes. But anyway. What I found out was this. There is no such thing as magic! The power you had Kimberly, that you got from that ninja guy, and the one you have Shego, that came from what you thought was a magic crystal, are purely technological. They are just so advanced they seem like magic to the uninformed.”

Kim shook her head. She looked over at Shego, who had a pensive look on her face. “Wait a minute. I thought you and your brothers got your powers from a glowing comet?”

Shego hung her head. The truth had come back to bite her on the ass. How Drakken knew was a mystery, but she could only be glad her brothers were not around to hear it. She lifted her head and saw everyone staring at her. “As far as my brothers and the rest of the world know, that\'s what happened. You see, it was really like this...”

Chapter 8

Demon Princess

Written by fulwiz

Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don\'t own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, mature themes, explicit violence, death and warped philosophy.

The story is KiAnGo. (And More) If you find this offensive, please don\'t read further.

Important Note: This story is the third part of a series. “The Middleton Pact – Redux” and “Dark Mistress – Redux” are the first two parts. If you don\'t read those first, you will be very confused.

“Ch-ch-ch-changes... Turn and face the strange.”

-David Bowie

CHAPTER 8: The Real Origin of Team Go.

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The young girl pressed her nose close to the glass of the display case. Her green eyes focused on the glittering jewel inside. Even in the darkness of the museum\'s nighttime lighting, it gave off a dancing multicolored glow. Her breath fogged the glass as she attached a set of wires to the alarm leads of the case. A crooked smile formed on her twelve year old lips as the alarm to the case was bypassed.

Her name was Sherry Moonflower Thorne, but for tonight her codename was She. Using a codename was her older brother\'s idea. Something he picked up from some heist movie he saw a few years ago. She couldn\'t remember what it was called. Lake Puppies? River Wolves? Whatever. His codename was He, her other brother was known as Me and their youngest siblings, the twins, were known as We since they did everything the same. As a family of thieves, or so He figured, it was a good idea to use fake names.

She began to cut her way through the glass. The tool made a satisfying sound as it etched a circle in the enclosure. Tonight she was going to prove to her brothers, once and for all, she was the best thief of any of them. The thrill they all got from taking what wasn\'t theirs was only exceeded by their rivalry. That was why they did it.

Once She finished the cut, she removed the tool and tapped on the circle of glass. It fell inward, giving her access to inside of the case. Reaching in with a gloved hand, she grasped the large rock and pulled it free. It was almost as big as her head and weighed more than she expected. With care, she placed it in the small backpack at her feet. It\'s glow disappeared as she closed the top flap.

She slung the pack onto her back and made her way toward the rear of the museum. She made her escape the same way she came in, through the loading dock door. Her smile widened as she hopped on her bicycle and rode into the night, imagining the look on her brother\'s faces when she showed them her prize.

Early morning sunlight filtered in through the leaves of the tall tree. The dappled light came in through a window of the treehouse that was the family hideout. She chuckled to herself as she climbed through the trapdoor in the floor. She set her backpack down and looked at all the stolen property that cluttered the small wooden structure. To one side were the TV\'s and DVD players He was fond of stealing. Under the only window were the comic books and candy We shoplifted. A bunch of cell phones and wallets were scattered around the little open floorspace left, Me was pretty good at picking pockets. Her own stuff, mostly jewelry and clothes, were in a neat box in the corner. It was a good thing their mother was afraid of heights, and never visited the treehouse. It would be difficult to explain it all if their mom found out what her kids did for kicks.

A sound from below made her stick her head back down through the door. She saw her brothers, each laden with sacks and packs, heading for the base of the tree. She moved back from the door so they could get inside. In the tight confines of the treehouse, her movement caused her to nudge her backpack. It fell over with a thud and her precious loot tumbled out and rolled toward the trapdoor.

Scrambling, she tried to catch the jewel, but the sunlight hit it and the light it gave off dazzled her for just long enough for it to slip through her fingers. She blinked and watched as it fell through the opening and plummeted toward the ground far below. Fear that the crystal would shatter made her cry out a warning to her brothers. They were standing right at the base of the tree. She jerked her head back and missed seeing the actual impact.

Polychromatic light spread over the whole backyard as the jewel hit the ground. Her brothers were caught in it like deer in headlights. She felt the warmth of it on her hands, the only part of her left exposed to the light directly. When the light disappeared, She peeked down through the trapdoor. A sense of foreboding flooded through her as she saw her siblings laying on the ground, unconscious, but apparently unharmed. It was only then that she noticed there was no sign of the jewel anywhere.

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“I blamed myself for what happened to us, but most especially them, that day.” Shego hung her head so nobody could see the look in her eyes. “The crystal gave us all super powers, but it also affected them more. I guess because they were so directly exposed.”

She tilted her head up and looked around at the group listening raptly to her story. “I was twelve years old. My hands were glowing. My brothers changed colors. I had no idea what to do.” Shego shook her head wistfully. “I woke them up. That\'s when I found out how bad things really were. It completely erased their memories.”

Kim brought a hand to her mouth. She saw the pain in Shego\'s eyes. “Why the whole comet story Hego told me? He seemed convinced that is what happened. He even had this neat animation of it.”

Shego let out a small shorting laugh. “Like I said, I was twelve. I was scared I was going to be in trouble. I got them all into our house and tried to figure out what to do. Thankfully mom was at work when it happened. I tried to figure out how to explain it all. That\'s when I remembered one of the comic books We stole. It gave me an idea. One that would explain everything. The super powers. The stolen goods. Their memory loss. Everything.”

She lit her hand afire and stared at it a moment before extinguishing it again. “I went back out to the treehouse. I used my new power to blast it down. The stolen stuff was burned to unrecognizable slag. All that was left was a smoldering crater. I went back in and called mom, the fire department, the police, anyone I could thing of. I told them all a giant comet hit our treehouse. Funny. It was such a stupid story, but it worked. I guess that\'s because there wasn\'t a actual reasonable explanation.

It took about a year to reeducate the boys. It was during that time one of them, I can\'t remember if it was Hego or Mego, got the idea we should all be superheroes. I still felt guilty about it all, so I went along. I even came up with the idea to alter our codenames, adding the go, for Go City to them. It was actually fun for a while, but, you know...”

Kim could see Shego wasn\'t enjoying dredging up the past, so she simply gave her a hug and changed the subject. “So that brings us back to the original question. If it was the crystal, not a comet, what was it that really happened?” She looked over at Drakken. “You said it wasn\'t magic...”

Drakken nodded. “Quite right. The powers are actually multidimensional energy based nanotechnology. The actual physical, mechanical if you will, aspect of it doesn’t even reside in our universe, just the energy part.”

Betty asked the question on everyone\'s mind. “So how did it get here?”

Kysmerisikapativolrebat lifted a tentacle to gain everyone’s attention. “If I may answer?”

The alien scuttled over to where Drakken stood. He reached up and changed the settings on the view screen. It now showed a picture of the galaxy. “The Whites brought the technology here. Unlike My own race, the Lowardians, or even the Gray’s, they are actually inter-dimensional travelers. Their physical forms really exist in their own dimension, only their energy projections exist in ours. They are scientists at heart and meddlers in actuality. They go from planet to planet, leaving devices, artifacts, and the like there for the inhabitants to find.”

He changed the screen to show a succession of objects. A glowing sword, a medallion with a picture of a monkey on it, a glowing crystal. Many more things followed as he continued. Not all, but many, seemed to have a monkey-like theme. “As you can see most are centered on your evolutionary past, others on significant historical or mythological things. This is how they make such things appealing. Their reason for doing this is to test and alter other civilizations so they can study the effects of those changes.”

Kim interrupted as a picture of another amulet appeared. “I recognize that one! It\'s the Anubis amulet, the one Jackie Oaks had.”

Pat gave what passed for a nod for his race. “Yes. I found all these things in news stories and databases with Wade\'s help. They are focus items for the powers. Many are tied to such items, or bestowed by them as in the case with Shego and her brothers. Others are free form in nature, like the one you had. They must be passed somehow between people. Yours required the death of the holder.”

Kim raised her eyebrows questioningly. “So my power went to somebody else?”

Pat answered with a tentacle shrug. “I do not know. The one who killed you died immediately after. If it passed to him, it also passed to his killer.” He turned to look at Shego. So did everyone else.

Shego shook her head. “I don\'t have it. Things were a bit hazy, but I think I would have noticed it like I did the first time, when it went to Kimmie.”

Kim nodded. She well remembered how it felt to have the dark power melding with her. “You would have. So where is it then?”

Pat did the shrug thing again. “It may be lost or have found another, I am not sure of the whole mechanics of it all.”

Kim found the answer unsatisfactory. “Not good enough. I want it back!”

Drakken grinned widely, crinkling the scar under his eye in the process. “And you shall have it back! Thanks to my work with the Pan-Dimensional Vortex Inducer, that you acquired for me, we can go to the White\'s dimension and take all their technology! With it at our disposal, we shall become invincible!”

Shego rolled her eyes at her former boss’s gleeful statement.

At the same time, Kim was even less enthusiastic about it. She thought the same of the Lowardian nanotechnology when they acquired it. It was good, but not good enough. She wasn\'t going to get her hopes up again. She would do it, but her days of relying on technology alone were over. If it could be taken away, like her wrist band had, she wasn\'t going to fully trust it. It was better to trust in the talents and abilities of herself and her people.

She also had the plan to consider. Right now things were in good hands, Ricardo\'s. It would take time for him to get the ball rolling on spreading the super technology worldwide. It would also take time for her plan to destabilize and infiltrate key positions using criminals and Global Security. That meant more waiting. The real changes couldn\'t come until the world was ready.

Only one other thing concerned her. One fly in the ointment she had to consider before traipsing off to some other dimension. Ron Stoppable.

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Rufus lay on the cold metal of the examination table. He shivered as Justine ran a beeping probe over his pink skin. He could see Professor Cranium behind her, inputting the data it gathered into a computer console. He lost track of how many tests they ran on him in the last few hours.

Justine set the probe down and stepped over to the computer. Rufus could hear them discussing the results in whispers. When Justine turned around she had an uncustomary smile on her face.

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Ron Stoppable looked puzzled as he asked. “Energy based nanowhatsis?”

Justine nodded as she looked across the dinner table at him. “Nanotechnology. From the energy signature, I surmise it comes from an extra-dimensional source.”

As usual, her explanation went mostly over his head. “So it\'s not really magic?”

Cranium interjected. “Precisely. The good lord only knows how or why, but it exists.”

Justine frowned slightly at the large headed genius. He was extremely brilliant, but his illogical dependency on a mythological higher power was beginning to grate on her nerves. She continued to address Ron. “What it means is this. There may be a way to restore to you what you call Mystical Monkey Power.”

That Ron understood completely. “How?”

Justine reached down below the table and lifted a device up and sat it before him.

Electronique raised her wire-like eyebrows when she saw it. “Is that not a Kinomatic Continuum Disruptor?”

Justine stroked the device lovingly. “Yes it is. I built it as my science project my sophomore year in high school. With some minor adjustments, I am sure I can use it to access the dimension the energy based nanotechnology originated from.”

Ron gulped loudly as he remembered the day of the science fair. “That\'s great, I guess, but I just have one question...”

All eyes turned to him.

His were locked on the device warily. “That gigantic mutant dinosaur isn\'t still in there, is it?”

Chapter 9

Chapter 1