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Anythings Possible ... right?	By : mouserr Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Kim/Shego Views: 4615 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- 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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Disclaimer: I don’t own most of these characters these characters Disney does, please don’t sue. Rae Mouse Greystroke and one Taco B. are mine however.
Definition: Kigonite ore, KiGo fic in general are kigonite, raw ore which is then refined down to kigonium and toxic waste which are fics with plot involving kigo and everything else respectively, further refinement produces kigotonium and is known to cause spontaneous nosebleeds in both genders and is almost guaranteed lethal to the genus Kigotaku radicallus.
It Gets Worse … tis a bit of good advice in effd up situations. Keep that one thing in mind, never forget it, repeat it every time you think things are looking up ‘cause … It always gets worse … remember that whenever shit starts going south and you’ll likely be the last thing standing in the end … forget it and you’re street pizza.
Anything’s possible … right? : Let the games begin
Kim openmouthed gawked at her greatest foe, Shego. Sure they had serious issues, the whole synthohotty thing from two years ago still pissed her off to no end but Kim tried to think herself better than holding grudges. It hadn’t really worked till now in all honesty though. She cringed and silently admitted Shego had more than paid for her role in that fiasco. “New do Shego?”
Shego for her part remained calm even in light of her drastically altered hairstyle. The only hint at the utter rage she was repressing mightily, a green aura of plasma death building around her. The prison medical team had managed to sedate her long enough for the prison barber to destroy the few long hairs the lightning boiled rain hadn’t. She sported a high & tight now and the barber sported a permanent finger disability, on both hands. “Funny Princess har har.”
The fight took off from there; neither missed a beat or the chance to beat one another. Drakken and Ron had already settled their squabble and the mad scientist was serving something that looked decidedly evil. Perhaps his most vile despicable and completely unbeatable creation ever, Coco-Moo, the scent alone was nearly enough to crunk Ron’s defenses.
Rufus scrambled atop Ron’s shoulder and out across his trembling arm, the smell had gone straight past his defenses and hit his primary weakness, his appetite. Without a hint of fear he made a dive for the bubbling black concoction only to be stopped by a rather faster than usual Drakken. “Sorry bald one but this is for the … sidekick … whose name I can never seem to remember. Stinkable? Stoogable? Stoo…” He stopped as he noticed the nasty anger red Ron’s face was shaded.
“It’s STOPPABLE! S-T-O-P-P-A-B-L-E!” Without thinking he snatched the piping hot mug of evil and downed it in a single gulp. As he realized what he had done he slapped a hand to his mouth, eyes wide with panic. “I’m going to die aren’t I?” Drakken snickered Rufus chuckled and as he accepted the proffered beverage and they clinked their mugs together, well Drakken clinked, Rufus just enjoyed a coco-moo Jacuzzi.
Grinning evilly Drakken turned to face the dueling fems, “Just enjoy the drink like the nekid one Slashable. Barring that enjoy the wonders of a truly amazing thing.” He cast a sideways glance at Ron and the grin set even broader across his scarred face.
Ron looked at the blue villain then to the empty mug then back to the villain. “This stuff?”
“Uh-Uh” Rufus snickered as he winked up at Drakken, the blue goof might be hell bent on world bending stupid takeover plots but the tickling and the coco-moo meant he couldn’t be entirely bad, just mostly bad.
The mad scientist turned from the girls long enough to refill Ron’s mug and set the pot between them. “Stoppable … is it?” He looked over his shoulder to the sidekick briefly and seeing the blonde nod continued before turning his gaze back to the escalating combat before them. “As I was saying, Stoppable, for us there can be no finer a thing than this.” He made an expansive gesture to the small stadium sized room he called his latest lair. “We are truly blessed as no men should ever dare to dream for. We get to see regular catfights between the two hottest babes on this or any earth.” Taking a long draw off his mug of coco-devilishness Drakken smiled in euphoria as his eyes glazed over. The combination of so sinful a concoction and the chance to see clothes being ripped off babes of hotness made for a heady blend.
For his part Ron took a minute to catch on but when he did he could only choke and grin. Not the healthiest of combinations but he wasn’t about to complain. With a conspiratorial wink he raised his mug to the Dr. and they shared a toast of true male happiness. Then their joy came to a sudden crashing end. Shego snatched the mug of conquest from his hands and knocked it back much the same way he had done only moments ago. The primary difference, aside from the whole gender thing, was Shego didn’t seem to be so easily swayed. Drakken wouldn’t get off any easier. Kim simply growled lowered her eyebrows to their ‘mauling time begins now’ mode and held out a hand. Showing surprising intellect or perhaps an understanding of the force of nature an irate redhead usually is when outraged; Drakken whimpered and handed over his mug. Kim promptly followed Shego’s lead and knocked the entire thing back.
Shego brought a plasma engulfed hand to Ron’s cheek clenched in her trademarked ‘time to die’ routine. “Umm yeah did I just hear something about catfight?” If it hadn’t been for the very hot plasma singing his skin Ron would have swore the ambient temperature of the room dropped ten degrees.
“And what’s this about ‘two hottest babes’ and why didn’t you offer me some of that coco stuff?” Kim’s glare definitely dropped the ambient temperature, Drakken felt the ice forming on his ears.
Shego angrily gestured to the door leading to the rear or the lair, where the remnants of Drakken’s hard work were currently smoldering. “You two, in there, YESTERDAY!”
Ron raised a finger of protest only to have Kim look over, frown even more fiercely then hang the empty mug on the aforementioned finger. When Drakken tried raising a finger of his own Shego followed Kim’s lead scowling she deposited the mug, handle around the finger, then she add-libbed and bent the finger back so it nearly touched the wrong side of the arm it was attached to. Mugs make for good leverage it seemed.
As the two whooped males hung their heads and made for the room that was little more than a small broom closet, Kim cleared her throat. “I expect two more pots of this ten minutes ago Drakken. Ron, learn the recipe or you will regret it.”
Shego held her scowl the entire time helping enforce the impression of impending doom upon the pair. When Rufus peaked his nose above the edge of his mug Shego nearly vaporized him only to forcefully will her plasma blast into safe mode as to avoid Kimmie bbq. “Whoah there Pumkin, that was pretty stupid even for you.” The lopsided grin belied the angry tone in her voice. “Besides if I recall correctly the rodent was party to the crime.”
Kim grinned in return, “You would know all about that eh Shego?” The grin slid off her face as she saw Shego wince at her words. Then she remembered her hasty action and put a hand to her stomach the other across her mouth, eyes wide with fear. “Was that stuff safe Shego?”
Casting a sidelong glance at her rival Shego snickered then lost her smile, “Actually I don’t know Kim, never tried the sludge before.”
Kim looked aghast, “Never tried it? But we both drank full mugs?” Shego nodded. “Well I guess we get what we deserve for letting our anger over ride our better judgment, but I have to ask, you haven’t ever tried it before?”
“Nope Princess, not a drop. Frankly I was too scared to.” Shego cringed at the admission but of all Drakken’s creations the one he produced when he had gone ‘good’ and pink was the only thing he ever came up with that actually caused her concern.
Kim gaped, pupils constricted to pinpoints. “Wait did I just hear the words ‘too scared’ come from the lips of the great and mighty Shego?” When she was met with an embarrassed nod and a slight blush colouring Shego’s normally pale cheeks she stammered for a moment. “Bu-bu-but … why now?”
“Hello! The sidekick and the blueberry wanna-be enjoying eyefuls of potential hla and commenting on it within earshot! Doy!” Shego grinned inwardly as she watched Kim process this newsflash. “Besides I didn’t see you making any good judgment calls at the time either.”
“Blueberry wanna-be? …. Wait hold up HLA?” Kim’s eyes reached their maximum, dinner plates were smaller.
“Well yeah Kimmie, itsa guy thing y’know. Two hot girls fighting, though usually the combatants have less on, and they’re not exactly trying to do bodily harm to each other.” Shego grinned her evil best as she let her eyes wander down the petite redhead’s athletic form. Collecting her jaw off the floor and recovering only slightly better than the younger woman she continued on. “Besides I don’t know if you and the boyfriend there are cool with that but there’s not a snowballs chance in a blast furnace I’d give Drakken the satisfaction.” Shego regretted her choice of labels instantly as she saw Kim scowl for a moment before taking on the saddest look the older woman could ever recall her wearing.
“He isn’t my boyfriend anymore, and I’ll thank you very much to not mention that term ever again considering your role in the worste night of my life.” She wiped at her eyes as she turned from the villainess. Shego had been a major player in that game and while Kim had forgiven her, the damaged hair punishment enough for a woman of Shego’s beauty, Kim wouldn’t be able to easily forget the betrayal she felt. They were dedicated enemies and yet there was an unspoken line they had not crossed until that night, and Shego went well beyond crossing it.
Shego winced at the ice in Kim’s voice, she hadn’t known Drakken’s plan and had let herself get too carried away in the delusions of victory. With a nod to herself she decided it was time to get this sorted out but before she could make her move Drakken coughed quietly behind them. “WHAT!?” She demanded at the same time Kim snapped a similar question.
Drakken surprised himself and the two irate women by not showing the slightest hint of fear, even Ron managed to avoid becoming invertebrate as they bowed their respective heads and offered Shego and Kim the demanded beakers of coco-moo. “Shego is right, it’s a guy thing and Ron and I have decided if you kill us for this or not we are going to make a stand.” He promptly spun around and ducked behind Ron who seemed considerably less determined as he took in the withering glares the two women were throwing at him and Dr. Drakken. “Kim, Shego, Drakken is right. How else do you expect the two of us to react seeing the two of you rolling around on he floor like that. Shego, that outfit should probably be padded in a few places to protect your privacy if you're that concerned about it. Kim the bare belly, definitely hotness, good for snerfling as well but I digress. We are guys. Lonely horny geeks and to deny us this guilty pleasure for all the broken body parts the pair of us have endured both for and from you is beyond evil its wrongsick and somewhat sadistic I might add.” If he had had his eyes open Ron might have lost his nerve and passed out but he knew this and was prepared. If Shego nuked him at that moment at least he would go out with a most interesting mental image, Drakken had quite the extensive library of KiGo fights and the pair had made full use of that library while working like driven men to get the coco-moo ready.
Accepting his monkeyness for a change, he let his gift guide him as he focused on that glorious moment when Kim and Shego had been alternately straddling each other while they were trapped in tv-land. To the women’s utter amazement he didn’t spill so much as a partial drop of the dark nectar while he filled the mugs the pair had stolen from Drakken and himself earlier. Handing a fresh mug to each he bowed, eyes still closed tight, turned and marched back to the closet. “Come my err … good sir. We have how many tapes left to watch?”
Drakken goggled at Ron and eeped before he ran as fast as his tiny feet would carry him. He no longer hated the blonde dork but he didn’t want to die for him. “Um four years worth … I think … Hey wait up!” The plasma blast/cheerleader dropkick to the back never came and mercifully the door closed providing them temporary refuge.
Kim was the first to recover though her blush might as well have been etched on. “Ron has a point Shego. Ever thought underwear might be a good idea before you paint that suit on?” She slapped a hand over her mouth as the blush reached nova level. She would have used both to completely hide her face but she didn’t want to risk spilling any of the rich tar-like liquid in her mug.
Shego had gone several tints of green darker; blushing in her case looked more like a bad case of motion sickness. “Snerfling?” was all she said as she sipped the steaming beverage. Kim promptly lit up in a full body blush red as a stoplight and hid behind a long sip of her own drink. This was going to be a long day.
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