It began so innocently. A plan to destroy Kim Possible once and for all. A simple kidnapping. An equally simple death trap. What should’ve happened next was another stanza in their long, repetitive dance: Kimmie drops down from the rafters, avoids the death trap, saves kidnapped person, and foils their attempt to get rid of her.
But things didn’t quite happen that way.
“You did what?!” growled Shego.
Drakken shrunk aside as his sidekick’s shadow loomed over him. “I forgot to leave the ransom note,” he whimpered.
“I tell you to do one thing, ONE THING, and you mess that up!”
“But... but... Shego,” blabbered the near hysterical villain, “I couldn’t decide where to put it.”
“You put it where they’ll find it! Doy! That’s the point of a ransom note!”
As if not hearing her previous point, Drakken reasoned, “And the color scheme on the stationary was off. Style is just as important as substance in kidnappings!”
Oh. My. God. Shego’s claws unsheathed with a characteristically intimidating “shink” while her teeth clenched and ground against each other. Before her boss could soil himself, she ordered, “Give me the note.”
“But Shego-”
“Just give me the note!”
Hesitantly, Drakken fished around in his pocket and retrieved a piece of pink construction paper. In block letters clipped from magazines, it read: “HA hA HA kIM possiblE! we hAVe Ur Mom! LoVE DoCtOR drAKKEN AnD sHEgO.”
With a furious cry of unbridled annoyance, Shego snatched the note from the little blue man and turned it into blackened ashes. She stomped out of the room leaving a flustered Drakken to bawl over his ransom note he so tirelessly composed...
... and a frowning Mrs. Dr. Possible chained up to the wall.
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The phone rang at the Possible home.
“Hang on!” cried Tim.
“We got it!” shouted Jim.
They raced about the house, zeroing in on the nearest phone. It was in sight, it was still ringing, and then their big sister stepped out from out of nowhere.
She gave them a sinister, big sister smile before picking up. “Hello, Possible residence.”
“Hey Kimmie.”
Only one person in the world called her that. “Shego,” she gasped, “What-”
“We have your mom. Come alone and before sundown or Drakken’s going to do something awful, like sing to her or feed her his terrible cooking. You know where our base is.”
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Shego hung up and shook her head. Not exactly the way a ransom note was suppose to be delivered. Heck, was this even a ransom note? Ransoms implied money, and if Shego knew one thing, it was that Kimmie wasn’t rich. So the note was more of a “letting you know we’ve kidnapped your mom and baiting you into a death trap” message.
Doy. How unrefined.
Kidnapping someone’s mom? Not-quite-ransom notes on pink construction paper? Seemed like Dr. D sunk lower and lower just to keep himself feeling useful. Despite the latitude granted in this job, despite the continued, enjoyable clashes with Kimmie, Shego felt unfulfilled. Maybe it was time to look for a new employer because being a sidekick for the world’s most inept villain took a toll on her overall intelligence and self-esteem.
Losing got tiresome.
She returned to the “holding cell”--what amounted to a recently converted storage room--to check on their prisoner and Dr. D. Even before stepping in, she sensed something was off.
For one thing, Dr. D wasn’t making any sound. When she left him not a minute ago, he sniffled and sobbed like a man without his favorite cuddle buddy. At the very least she expected him to be boasting in front of Kimmie’s mom in order to recover some of his lost respect and pride.
Caution in mind (it never hurt to be paranoid), Shego opened the door to the suddenly pitch dark room. Light from the hallway spilled in revealing a knocked out Drakken and an empty space where Mrs. Dr. Possible was. Though Kimmie always said she could anything, going from her home to this “secret” headquarters in mere seconds wasn’t included in “anything.” That meant the buffoon and his stupid mouse had to be here trying to play hero and impress his precious “KP.”
Turning around in a huff, Shego didn’t notice someone slip out from the shadows, a length of chain coiled in hand. Before the sidekick could yelp for help, the cold metal wrapped around her throat and forcibly yanked her back into the darkened room.
The door banged shut.
Despite air dwindling and neck hurting, Shego felt distinct mounds of incredibly full breasts push against her back. Hmph, so the buffoon wasn’t here, rather Kimmie’s mom had some interesting tricks up her white coat sleeves. Come to think about it, that made sense too since Kimmie was so athletic. The girl got her spunk from somewhere, and after seeing her desk jockey scientist of a dad, Shego decided the ability to kick ass came from the maternal side.
Feigning defeat, Shego slumped to her knees and was rewarded with loosening pressure. And like that, she struck, an elbow knocking the wind out of the elder Possible. The sidekick didn’t relent either, lighting her hands to cast the room in a green glow and then diving at her opponent for the knock out blow.
Only that nasty punch meant to drop the woman didn’t land. Kimmie’s mom flinched away at the last second and countered with an expertly delivered palm strike to Shego’s chin. And what a hit it was, spinning her around, backpedaling, and almost--emphasis on almost--collapsing her. She blinked away the dark spots threatening to claim her consciousness, but before she could gather herself, a stinging kick to the chest hurled her into the wall and ruined her concentration on the green flames in her hand.
Hands groped at Shego’s shoulders, arms, and sides, apparently trying to find her wrists and restrain her. Weakened and stunned, Shego struggled while she cursed herself for underestimating Kimmie’s mom. Damn, that hot woman could fight.
Wait a second. Hot? Kimmie was cute, no doubt about that, but never in all their fights had a thought like this entered Shego’s mind. First and foremost, Kimmie wasn’t in her age bracket (actually, was the cheerleader even legal?). Everything the fiery redhead did amounted to inspired and determined acts of courage.
Shego respected Kimmie as a person and an adversary, but hot? Nope.
Yet here was Kimmie’s mom, just as fiery (when properly prompted) and, somehow, hot even in the dark. Was it the bluish eyes Shego so momentarily spied? Was it the toned body pressed against her right now ? Was it the breasts, fully developed and filled out unlike Kimmie’s? Was it the forbiddeness of this being Kimmie’s mom?
Yikes, talk about MILF.
However, Shego hated losing, even to hot women. Tearing a page out of the dirtiest annals of villainy, she wretched her hand from Mrs. Dr. Possible’s grasp and slithered down to her crotch. The woman gasped and reflexively moved away, giving the advantage to Shego. The villain used said advantage to the fullest by flipping the older woman to the ground and pouncing atop of her.
Green plasma relit the room. The two combatants looked into each other’s eyes, Shego smirking and the redhead fuming and flushing.
“Wow,” Shego said appreciatively with a waggle of her eyebrows, “Kimmie’s mom has really got it going on.”
Fuming and flushing turned into a pure blush, followed by the elder Possible breaking off the eye contact. She didn’t say a word, and because she didn’t, Shego made her own assumptions.
“You liked it, didn’t you?” The woman tried to move but Shego’s knees held her arms in place. “Come on, you thought that little touch was exciting. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be blushing.”
“What do you want with me?”
The poor attempt to change the subject widened Shego’s smirk. “I don’t know what Dr. D wants, and frankly, I don’t care. Never have, never did. Working for him has always been about me, and right now, I want to know if Kimmie’s mom is as hot as I think she is.”
Struggling harder, Mrs. Dr. Possible’s fury returned. “I hate people like you,” she hissed, venom dripping from her voice.
“Oh? And what kind of person am I?”
“A slut.”
Shego’s smirk faltered. “A slut? That’s the first time I’ve been called that. No, Kimmie’s mom, I’m not a slut. I’m a thief and I like to steal things people don’t guard closely enough, things like your heart and affections.”
“Get off of me!”
With her unlit hand, Shego tenderly stroked that alabaster cheek under her. “When’s the last time your husband touched you like this?”
Her hips bucked and she repeated her demand. “GET OFF OF ME!”
“You’ve got three kids, an absentee husband, and a job that keeps you up at all kinds of odd hours. You can’t be getting any satisfaction.”
“That is none of your business!”
Ah, a chink in the armor. “But what if I make it my business? Dr. D’s taking a nice nap, your daughter won’t be here for another hour, and I’m offering you a way to pass the time.” Shego leaned down, close enough to smell the hint of perfume and sweat. “A very fun way to pass the time,” she repeated.
“I’m faithful to my husband.”
“You don’t want to be. If you really were, you would be fighting me harder. You’re all wound up and the man you married can’t put down his calculator long enough to notice. I guarantee I’m better than that vibrator you’ve got hidden under your bed. If you don’t think so, well, no means no and I’ll stop. I do have a reputation to live up to.”
“This is wrong,” her captive whispered, “This can’t be happening...”
“What if I turn off the lights?” With a mere thought, the flames disappeared again. “That make you feel better? You can let your imagination run wild.”
Without waiting for an answer, Shego dove down and kissed the older woman. A squeal came from her throat but she refused to open her mouth. Shego lanced her tongue out to meet the resistance: nothing. She brought her hands in and brushed over those clothed breasts now rising against their confinement.
Shego pulled away. “What do you say, Kimmie’s mom? Did you like the sample?”
A quiet, “It’s Anne,” echoed into the air.
“Dr. Anne Possible,” grinned Shego, “Nice to meet you. Let’s fuck.”
Another kiss, and this time, no resistance met her probing tongue. Actually, Shego found herself in for a shock when it was her mouth being consumed and her tongue being brushed aside. An unanticipated shiver made her moan as her body melted on its own. The way those lips felt, how deliciously wet that mouth was, how strong and deliberate every move--God damn, Kimmie’s mom could kiss.
No, Anne could kiss.
Shego’s knees buckled and freed those skillful, surgeon’s hands. Long fingers danced with gloved fingers, each dancing for supremacy and intimacy. Anne sucked in a breath when Shego pinched a nipple; Shego purred when Anne played with an extra sensitive spot on her stomach.
“Clothes, off, now,” panted the redhead.
Eager to oblige, Shego unsheathed her claws. With a practiced ease, she split the doctor’s white coat down the middle cutting through shirt, pants, and underwear but never touching skin. Anne fumbled around and unearthed that hidden zipper on the front of Shego’s distinctive green and black outfit. One forceful tug later and a coolness enveloped the top of her body making her nipples stand at rigid attention.
Teeth bit into those sensitive pieces of flesh causing Shego to yelp. Whereas anyone else would’ve begged for the pain to stop, Shego held Anne’s head closer, tighter, and murmured, “More... Harder...”
Anne took most of the considerable breast into her mouth and sucked, lewd slurping sounds making both women wetter and wetter. Somewhere amidst the relentless assault, Shego felt her still clothed back hit the ground and a naked Anne climb on top of her. Despite the immense pleasure coursing through her, Shego still needed to feel in control, still needed to hold up her end of the bargain.
She reached down, parted Anne’s lower lips, and slid three fingers in.
Not loose, not tight, just right--Anne arched her back at the intrusion. She spread her thighs out to welcome the penetration, to grant access to that hand moving in unison with her surging heart. A primal scream escaped her when that fourth finger invited itself to play.
Before her marriage to James Possible, before she made it into medical school, Anne preferred a woman’s touch. Those were her experimental years, and the stigma--along with the medical field’s starchy professionalism--shied her away from this. This... this heavenly experience, this subtle play of gratification and forbiddeness. She missed this, and till now, she never realized how much she did.
Shego arched two fingers up and pushed up against Anne’s insides, into the most sensitive spot of her most sensitive region.
“I... I’m coming!” cried Anne as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her body lost its rhythm with Shego’s. This darkened reality detached itself and sparked into a cacophony of colors, sensations, and pleasure.
Even when Anne slumped down into a boneless mass, Shego didn’t stop. Quickly moving downward, the sidekick dove face first into Anne’s sex, her tongue relishing every drop of dew spilling forth. Shego searched upward, finally pinpointing the fleshy, erect clit. She latched onto the tiny nub and kept thrusting her fingers in and out, in and out.
Delighted screams degenerated into happy mews. Happy mews strengthened into lusty encouragement like “Use me,” “Fuck me,” “Let me cum in your mouth,” and “Kiss me so I can taste myself.” Shego accomplished each task with a reckless abandon, inducing climax after climax until Anne couldn’t talk or think coherently.
They spooned on the cold floor, Shego nuzzling that silky, fiery red hair and Anne recovering, her breaths slowly evening. They lay in silence, neither knowing how to feel or wanting this carefree moment to end, only knowing that their sweat lathered bodies fit so comfortably together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
“Shego...”
“Hm?”
What to say? What to do? Anne closed her eyes and sighed. She had a family to think about, a marriage to respect, and a job to keep. At the same time, she was a woman, a sexual being, and while she loved (or was that respected?) James, he didn’t satisfy her. Shego did, but Shego was a criminal. For Christ’s sake, she was Kim’s archrival!
“I-”
Suddenly, the sound of a grate somewhere outside being kicked in jolted the two out of their post-coital haze. “Shego! Drakken! Where are you? What have you done with my mom?!”
“Oh shit,” Shego muttered.
“Kim,” Anne gasped.
The room lit up in green as the pair scrambled to destroy the evidence of their recent encounter. Zip went Shego’s undamaged suit and poof went Anne’s sliced up clothes as they burned to cinders. Goosebumps spread all over Anne’s body as she entertained the outcomes of this scene. None of them turned out well.
Shego had other ideas.
By the time Kim stumbled onto this “holding cell,” all that remained was a still unconscious Drakken and a wet spot on the floor.
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Three weeks later...
Mrs. Dr. Possible slumped into the chair in her office and closed her eyes. Her second day back on the job and she still hadn’t quite adjusted yet. Though her work hadn’t suffered, every surgery drained her like back in her earlier years, like when she’d just completed her residency. People asked her if she had enough sleep, if the kidnapping fiasco had influenced her safety concerns, if something traumatic happened under Dr. Drakken’s hands, and to those questions, she answered “Yes, yes, and yes.”
Those replies (and a multitude of other crimes) were what held Drew Lipsky in one of Global Justice’s most secure prisons. In a surprising twist of events, Shego didn’t make an attempt to break him out of prison. Actually, Shego didn’t so much as get cited for littering since the villain’s arrest.
Strange.
In the end, Kim was glad to have her mom back and made sure to show it. She spent extra time around the house helping with chores and being even more of the model daughter she was. Jim, Tim, and James all carried on like usual, their toys far and away their greatest pleasures.
“Boys will be boys,” she sighed.
“And us girls will be girls.”
Anne suppressed her startled reaction and opened her eyes. There stood Shego, arms folded, sensual smirk in place, and back against the office door. She wore a nurse’s outfit accompanied with all the necessary identification and keycards, though where she got them Anne hadn’t the foggiest idea.
“Shego,” the doctor smiled.
“I checked your schedule, Dr. Possible. You don’t have another surgery until four in the afternoon. In the meantime...”
Click went the door as Shego locked it.
Kimmie’s Mom
Modified by Yimmy
Sung by Shego
Kimmie's mom has got it goin' on
Kimmie's mom has got it goin' on
Kimmie's mom has got it goin' on
Kimmie's mom has got it goin' on
Kimmie, can I kidnap her after school? (after school)
We can hang around by the shark infested pool (hang by the shark infested pool)
Did your mom get back from that conference yet? (conference yet)
Is she there or is she trying to give me the slip? (give me the slip)
You know, I'm not the little girl that I used to be
I'm all grown up now, baby can't you see
Kimmie's mom has got it goin' on
She's all I want and I've waited for so long
Kimmie, can't you see you're just not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong but I'm in love with Kimmie's mom
Kimmie's mom has got it goin' on
Kimmie's mom has got it goin' on
Kimmie, do you remember when I tied you up? (tied you up)
Your mom was there with this mini-skirt on (mini-skirt on)
I could tell she liked me from the way she stared (the way she stared)
And the way she said, "It’s not tight enough over there" (tight enough over there)
And I know that you think it's just a fantasy
But since your dad can’t get it up, your mom could use a girl like me
Kimmie's mom has got it goin' on
She's all I want, and I've waited so long
Kimmie, can't you see you're just not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong,
but I'm in love with Kimmie's mom
Kimmie's mom has got it goin' on
She's all I want and I've waited for so long,
Kimmie can't you see your just not the girl for me,
I know it might be wrong but oh oh
(I know it might be wrong)
I'm in love with (Kimmie's mom oh oh)
(Kimmie’s mom oh oh)
I'm in love with Kimmie's mom