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!”
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