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.”
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