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Ferra Moans	By : WotanAnubis Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Kim/Shego Views: 10040 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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TITLE: Ferra Moans
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of these characters, nor am I making any kind of profit.
RATING: R to NC-17
NOTE: This fic is not exactly a stroker, so if you're looking for lots of mindless pr0n, look elsewhere.

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It was around eight o’ clock in the evening and the entire Possible family was sitting in front of the TV to watch the news. Kim and her parents were watching because they wanted to know what was going on in the world, while the twins were watching in order to see some parent-approved blood and gore.

On the TV screen, the anchor lady smiled. “Thank you Philip. And now we go to-”

“-uck me baby.”

The Possible family stared at the TV in disbelief. This probably wasn’t a real news item. Coming to her senses first, Mrs Possible lunged for the remote and changed the channel.

“Ooooh yes. AH!”

And changed the channel again.

“You like that, don’t you slut?”

And again.

“Come on, come on my tits.”

The TV screen went blank in a hurry.

“Well…” said Mr Possible after a while.

“Dude, that was porn,” said Tim.

“On every channel,” said Jim.

“Kids, go to your room,” said Mrs Possible.

“But mom…”

“Now!”

Grumbling, Jim and Tim retreated from the living room. Mrs Possible ran a hand through her hair and took a deep breath.

“Kim, I think it’s time to… Kim? Kim?”

-----

Kim was already running down the streets of Middleton on her way to Ron’s house with the Kimmunicator in her hand.

“Wade, what’s the sitch?”

“Someone’s been flooding both television and radio with pornography,” Wade said. “And I think the internet’s been targeted too, but I can’t really tell the difference.”

“I figured as much,” said Kim. “And why are they being flooded with pornography?”

Wade shrugged. “I haven’t a clue. No demands’ve been made or anything. Nobody seems really interested in taking over the world tonight.”

“Great,” Kim muttered. “Can you at least tell me where all that porn is coming from?”

“No problem,” said Wade. “The signal’s coming from… Oh.”

“Oh? What do you mean, oh?”

“It’s coming from the basement of the Black Cat Club.”

“Ah.”

-----

The Black Cat Club lay on the outskirts of Middleton and it was the kind of club you wouldn’t get into if you were under 21 and not carrying a stack of dollar bills.

“Are you sure it was coming from over there?” Ron asked as he, Kim and Rufus surveyed the club from behind a convenient wall.

“Wade was sure,” said Kim.

“But… but… why would we need to stop it?” Ron asked. “I mean, there’s nothing really harmful about porn is there?”

“Maybe. But people may want to see something other than porn once in a while,” Kim said.

Ron wisely didn’t respond to this and just changed the subject. “So, how do we plan on getting past the bouncer?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you know… he’s big and muscular and I don’t think he has a sense of humour. Might be difficult.”

“One way to find out I guess.”

Kim left her hiding place behind the wall and confidently strode up to the club’s main doors, making her way through the throng of people desperate to get in. She was followed by Ron, who wasn’t striding quite as confidently.

“Hello Dave,” Kim said to the frowning bouncer. “Can me and my friend Ron go in?”

The big, muscular bouncer smiled. “Of course,” he said cheerfully. “Anything for the girl who saved my daughter from that runaway ice-cream truck.”

“Thanks,” said Kim. “Coming Ron?”

-----

The inside of the club was hot and smoky. Seated around the tables were men trying their best to look inconspicuous, waitresses wearing leather were walking around looking bored and on the stage two nearly naked girls were pretending to do naughty things with a pole and each other.

“You never told me you knew the bouncer of this club,” Ron said.

“Should I have?” Kim said innocently.

“Well, you know… we could have… I mean…”

“Yes?”

Ron sighed. “Never mind.”

“Good. The basement’s over there.”

“What? How do you know where the basement is in this place?”

Kim pointed. “The sign on the door saying ‘basement’ is a bit of a give-away.”

“Oh,” said Ron. “Right.”

-----

The basement was disappointingly empty. Not a trace of transmission equipment could be found. There wasn’t even anything that indicated that this basement belonged to a club like the Black Cat. The only thing that could be seen was a small portable tape recorder lying forlornly on the concrete floor which Kim picked up.

“Careful with that,” Ron said.

“Why? You think it’s a bomb in disguise?”

“Well it could be.”

“Sure it could Ron,” said Kim as she pressed the play button.

Hello Kim Possible and, I assume, Ron Stoppable, said a female voice. I am Ferra Moans and it was me who sabotaged the eight o’ clock news. Unfortunately, as you can see, I’ve relocated in preparations for my next nefarious scheme. However, as a little parting gift, I have prepared a little appetiser for you of tomorrow’s events. Enjoy. Ahahaha!

Kim frowned as she pressed the stop button. “That was weird,” she said. “And why do villains always feel the need to laugh maniacally? Is it in the villain’s handbook or something?”

“What I’m more worried about is that appetiser she mentioned,” Ron said. “Think it’s something bad?”

Kim pointedly looked around the empty basement. “What could possibly be bad around here?”

“I don’t know,” said Ron. “It is pretty draughty here. Maybe we’ll get pneumonia.”

Kim stared at him blankly.

“OK, maybe not.”

“I’ll ask Wade if he can scrounge up some info on this Ferra Moans,” Kim said, pocketing the tape recorder. “And as for the rest… I guess we’ll have to wait until eight o’ clock tomorrow.”

“That’s not much of a plan Kim,” Ron said.

“You got a better one?”

“No.”

“OK. See you tomorrow at school then. Later Ron.”

-----

Kim was lounging on the living room couch, quietly reading the info Wade had sent her. It wasn’t much. Ferra Moans was the daughter of some rich guys in Texas and studied psychology in college with a minor in social studies. While in college, she made some extra cash “escorting” various gentlemen. Last year, she dropped out of college and started working at the Black Cat Club. And that was it. Not even a hint of possible archvillainy.

“Kim honey, it’s almost eight o’ clock,” Mrs Possible said. Her voice sounded anxious.

“Right,” said Kim, throwing the paper on the coffee table. “Where’re the twins?”

“I sent them off to bed early,” Mrs Possible said. “Because… you know.”

The television got turned on, but carefully, as if it could explode at any second. The news appeared and the anchor woman’s smile was as fake as yesterday. Kim watched the news with some interest for minutes, but nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

When Kim heard some smacking sounds, she looked up and was instantly horrified. Her parents were enthusiastically making out on the couch, her mother’s blouse was unbuttoned and her father’s hands were wandering into places no parent is supposed to have.

-----

Two minutes later, Kim was in her room, desperately clutching her Kimmunicator.

“Wade, help me!”

“Kim? You look upset,” said Wade.

“I am upset!” Kim yelled. “You know how every kid secretly wishes she was brought into this world through immaculate conception?”

“Err… yeah.”

“Well now I know I wasn’t!” Kim screamed. “Last thing I saw before I fled the room was my mom unzipping my dad’s pants with her teeth!”

“Ouch,” said Wade sympathetically.

“We have to stop this Wade. Right now!”

“OK, OK, hold up.” Wade’s fingers rattled over his keyboard. He whistled between his teeth.

“What? What?” Kim asked.

“This Ferra Moans character is pretty clever,” Wade said. “She managed to infuse every television show and radio program with a bunch of subliminal messaging. Not a lot of villains can pull that off.”

“I don’t care,” Kim said. “I just want to know where she is so I can put a stop to this!”

“She carefully encrypted her signal this time. It’s gonna take me longer to track the source down.”

“How much longer?”

Wade shrugged. “Couple of seconds. Give or take.”

-----

The old warehouse district was deserted, which was good. Kim sneaked through the poorly lit alleys on her own. She hadn’t gone to pick up Ron. After hearing her mother scream something about rockets crashing into lunar craters, Kim had felt very determined not to come close to any parents at all whatsoever even if they weren’t her own.

The old abandoned warehouse Wade had indicated as Ferra Moans’s headquarters was still in surprisingly good shape. For one thing, it had only one broken window and the front door didn’t creak at all.

As Kim made her way through the dark hallways of the old warehouse, she could hear faint voices in the distance. Kim decided to follow them. Going towards the voices was usually the best way to find the bad guys. Kim paused in front of a door where the voices seemed louder, then opened it and sprinted into the room.

The room was bare and had a sterile white quality to it. A monitor hung from the ceiling, but that was it.

“I was sure I heard something here,” Kim muttered to herself.

“Ah, Kim Possible.”

Kim looked up. The ceiling monitor displayed a young red-haired woman who was smiling smugly.

“Ferra Moans I presume?” Kim said.

“The same. And I see your… friend… Ron isn’t with you? Something happened?”

“You tell me.”

Ferra smiled broadly. “It was good wasn’t it? Now meet some of my friends.”

Two young men stepped in the room. They were handsome in an excitingly dangerous kind of way. One of them was carrying a small tape recorder.

“Enjoy,” Ferra said and laughed.

Kim took a fighting stance. “Two against one, eh? That’s a bit unfair.”

“You think?” said one of the men.

“Should be at least four of you.”

“That can be arranged if your tastes run that way.” The man held up the tape recorder and made a grand display of pressing the play button.

Nothing happened.

“So… are we gonna fight or what?” said Kim. “It’s not easy keeping still like this, you know.”

The men looked confused. “You don’t… feel anything?”

“Should I?”

“Uhm… well…”

Kim rolled her eyes. As a hero she wasn’t really supposed to strike first, but in this case she was willing to make an exception. It didn’t take very long for the two henchmen to be on the floor and unconscious.

“That the best you could do?” Kim said, looking up at the monitor. Ferra didn’t respond, since the monitor only displayed static.

-----

After a bit of searching, Kim found the archvillain’s control room. And it was a proper control room too, with lots of machinery and lights blinking excitedly. The only things out of place were the unconscious henchmen and the archvillain occupying the archvillain’s chair.

“Shego?” said Kim.

Shego looked up from the papers she was reading. “Kim, you’re late.”

“You’re not telling me you are Ferra are you?”

Shego laughed. “Oh no. She’s unconscious over there.”

“So then… what are you doing here?”

“Doing your job ironically enough,” said Shego. “Turns out one of Drakken’s henchmen is actually a henchwoman. And when that tramp did… whatever she did…” Shego shuddered. “Well let’s just say I’ve seen more than enough of Drakken and all his henchmen to last me two lifetimes.”

“So you came here to put a stop to it, huh?”

“Pretty much,” Shego said. “Burst in through the front window, took out those pansies with their tape recorders and waited here for you.”

“Why?”

“So I was sure you turned all that machinery off,” Shego said simply. “I’m not going home before I’m sure everyone has their clothes back on.”

“Why didn’t you just destroy everything? You’re good at that.”

“In my experience, destroying the Ultimate Weapon of Doom doesn’t always shut it down properly.”

“Point,” said Kim. She walked over to one of the consoles. “Doesn’t look too difficult. I think I can handle it. So what were you reading?”

“Pardon?” said Shego.

“You were reading when I came in. What was it?”

“Are you trying to make small talk with me?”

“Keeps my mind off other stuff,” said Kim. “So?”

“If you must know, it’s Ferra’s speech to you,” said Shego. “Bunch of crap about the good of the planet, make love not war, the eradication of unwanted violence and if you join her you’ll get your own harem.”

“Lovely,” said Kim. “There that should do it.”

“Everything turned off?” Shego said.

“The program she was running is. I’d say everything’ll be back to normal soon enough.”

“Good,” said Shego, with barely concealed relief.

“You know, what was up with those tape recorders anyway?” Kim said.

“Beats me,” Shego said as she got of the chair. “Everybody seemed to expect something from me when they played it.”

“Yeah, same here,” Kim said. “They were very surprised when it didn’t though.”

“Tell me about it,” said Shego, taking one of the tape recorders and pressing play. “But what did they expect? It doesn’t even make any sound. I mean… I…”

Shego trailed off and looked at Kim. Kim looked back.

“Shego… do you feel…”

Kim didn’t get the time to finish her sentence as Shego tackled her to the ground, forcing her tongue into Kim’s mouth. Kim’s own tongue darted out and played with Shego’s for moments. Shego’s lips broke free and her face hovered over Kim’s for a while. Kim wasn’t sure if the lust she saw in Shego’s eyes belonged to her or if they merely mirrored her own. Right now, she didn’t really care either way. Shego leaned down, trailing kisses all over Kim’s cheeks and jawbone, setting her skin aflame.

Purring with delight, Kim pulled up her top, exposing her breasts. Shego grinned; she was good at getting subtle hints and this one wasn’t even subtle. She softly blew her cold breath over Kim’s nipples, making them harder than a rock and more sensitive than a poet. Kim moaned as Shego’s tongue darted out of her mouth and flicked both her nipples in turn. As a result of this little taste test, Shego enthusiastically started licking Kim’s right breast, earning a series of guttural moans from the world-saving redhead.

Happy to feel so appreciated, Shego let her right hand drift into Kim’s pants and panties, finding them warm and sticky. Not letting up her oral work on Kim’s breasts, Shego moved her fingers up and down Kim’s slit and tried to locate the girl’s clit. When she did, Kim let out a scream that sounded particularly sweet to Shego’s ears.

Kim, meanwhile, was in Heaven or as close as makes no difference. With her every nerve ending screaming with pleasure, she had no conscious idea of what Shego was doing to her, but that was fine as long she kept on doing it. Feelings a hundred times more powerful than Kim could conjure up on her own started building up inside her body, waiting to explode into a whole new universe.

There was a small click as the tape recorder stopped.

Shego and Kim froze as their common sense returned to them. Then, after one or two false starts, they rushed away from each other. Kim stood in one corner of the room, trying to cover up her breasts and the wet spot in her pants, while Shego stood in the opposite corner of the room trying to pretend one of her gloves wasn’t all sticky with fluid.

“So…” said Kim after a while.

“So…” said Shego.

“Guess now we know why we weren’t affected,” Kim said.

“Guess so,” Shego said. “Never thought you might be… you know…”

“Same here,” said Kim. “Guess now we also know why those henchmen were so surprised it didn’t do anything.”

“You mean, why they were surprised that we didn’t do them,” said Shego.

“That too.”

There was an embarrassed silence.

“Well…” said Kim.

“Well…” said Shego.

“I should be going home now,” said Kim.

“Me too,” said Shego.

“Right.”

“OK.”

“So… goodbye.”

“Yeah… bye.”

-----

It was two months later and Kim was chained up in the cell of a supervillain. This didn’t really concern her very much. She got chained up by supervillains all the time. She had experience with being chained up. Still, she figured she should probably try and escape right about now.

The door to the cell opened and Shego stepped inside, looking cocky as usual. Escaping had to wait then.

“Come to gloat?” said Kim.

“Not really,” said Shego. “Drakken is trying to decide whether he should kill you by slowly cutting you in half with a ridiculously large laser cannon or by slowly lowering you into the shark tank. That means we get some time to talk.”

“About what?” Kim asked, knowing full well what Shego meant.

“About what happened back then,” said Shego. “Of course, if you don’t want to talk that’s fine. I’ve got more ideas about what we could do.” Grinning, Shego took a tape recorder from her jump-suit. “Your choice, Kim. Talk or… not talk.”

Less than a minute later, the tape recorder was playing and moans filled the cell. And when the tape recorder stopped with a click, the moans continued.
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