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Lips Like Morphine	By : beeftony Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female > Ron/Shego Views: 17085 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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MATURE CONTENT WARNING: This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts between two consenting adults. If this bothers you, or if you are not of legal age to be reading such materials, or if reading adult materials is prohibited in your area, STOP READING NOW.

A/N: The idea for this story came to me from reading one too many Rongo fics where Shego is essentially reduced to a helpless little girl while Ron ascends to the heights of monkey master. I wanted to write a Rongo story where Shego is the way she should be: completely in control. I’m trying to do away with other clichés as well, as you’ll see when you read the story. I'll detail them all at the end.

The title shares a name with a song by the artist Kill Hannah, in which the singer expresses a desire to submit completely to his lover. I think it fits with what I’m trying to accomplish here.

Anyway, hope you enjoy.

Lips Like Morphine
by Jonathan Harrison
aka beeftony

Shego was bored.

Very bored.

Very, very bored.

She tried filing her nails, but that only occupied her for a few minutes. She tried reading a magazine, but since the next issue had not arrived yet it was like sitting in a doctor’s waiting room. She tried going through her katas, but without anyone to fight against it was just mind-numbingly boring.

Ordinarily she would have focused on tuning out Drakken’s ranting, but the mad scientist was away visiting his mother for the weekend. Shego would have liked to have gone on vacation as well, but she had already used up her free days for that month. She figured she could just leave, but would it really be any less boring out there than it was in here?

So Shego sat. Sat and stared at the ceiling, counting the individual cracks in the rock. She did this for about twenty minutes before she got bored again.

“Goddammit, there’s gotta be something to do!” she yelled to nobody in particular as she stood up.

But there was nothing. With Drakken gone, Kimmie wouldn’t show up. At least that meant she wouldn’t have to put up with the annoyance that the cheerleader provided, but that also meant that she was completely alone with nothing to do.

Most people her age would just go out to a bar to have a good time, but Shego didn’t drink. She didn’t see the point in doing anything that would harm one’s body. Shego liked her body. She had taken good care of it. She was not in the mood to get a beer gut.

“Fuck this, I’m goin’ to bed,” she decided.

Suddenly Shego was struck with inspiration. Just because Drakken wasn’t here didn’t mean Kimmie couldn’t show up…. A little sparring match would surely alleviate some of the boredom, even if she did end up in prison for the little stunt.

Grinning maliciously, she trotted over to the massive computer console in the corner of the lair. After a few minutes of tinkering, she managed to send out a signal that the Nerdlinger would most certainly pick up. It reported suspicious activity in the area and had been rerouted through all the police bands. Shego knew those lard balls wouldn’t be bothering her. They never did anything other than sit on their fat asses eating donuts. It was the reason Drakken had chosen this area to build his latest lair. Law enforcement in these parts was a joke.

In the minutes that followed, Shego began mentally preparing herself for the battle, planning out moves and thinking of ways to taunt the Princess. Maybe make a few remarks about that dork sidekick and his stupid pet. That would set her off. Yeah, that’s what she would do.

Now that she had decided on a course of action, Shego decided to warm up with some stretches. Even though she was quite capable of fighting at a moment’s notice, she wanted to be prepared for this one. This was Kimmie she was facing, after all. She needed to be ready.

She was thirty minutes into her warm up when she heard something. Footsteps. Suppressed breathing. Someone was here. She continued stretching, deciding to put on a show for the Princess. She bent over all the way and touched her toes, exposing her backside and causing a very obvious camel toe to impress itself in the fabric. She stood back up and yawned greatly, filling her chest with air and causing her breasts to swell out even more than usual.

There was a reason Shego was being so sensuous in her movements. Her hope was to fluster Kimmie to the point where the girl would just come out of hiding. When that didn’t work, she just looked around with an annoyed scowl on her face.

“You can come out already, I know you’re there!” she called.

“Uh… hi,” said the intruder, stepping out from the shadows and waving nervously.

Shego was, needless to say, surprised. That wasn’t Kimmie. The blond-haired boy before her was the sidekick.

“Where the hell is Princess?” she demanded to know.

“Uh… yeah…. Kim’s on vacation right now and Wade couldn’t reach her.”

“So he sent you?” Shego asked, trying very hard not to bust out laughing.

“Um, kinda,” the boy admitted sheepishly.

The pale woman shrugged. “Yeah, well, there isn’t really any threat to world safety or anything like that. I just wanted to fight Kimmie. But I guess since she isn’t available….”

“Wait, you sent that signal?”

“Yeah, I was bored and I wanted to fight Princess. So what?”

“Are you sure you just wanted to fight her?” Ron asked as though he couldn’t believe it.

“Yeah. What’s your point?”

Ron shrugged. “Well, I don’t know, I just always used to think you had a thing for Kim.”

Shego’s eyes flashed with anger. “Say WHAT?!”

Stoppable flinched, but continued. “I… uh… said I always figured you had a thing for Kim. You know, a romantic thing.”

“Why would you think THAT?!” the emerald villainess demanded.

“I dunno,” Ron said as he scratched the back of his neck nervously. “I mean the taunts, the pet names, the positions you two would end up in….”

“That was to throw her off!” Shego insisted.

“Well then what about the times you saved her life?”

“Professional courtesy, nothing more! I didn’t want someone else beating her on their first try when I worked for years to try and achieve that!”

“But what about the time….”

“ENOUGH, Stoppable!” Shego screeched. “I DO NOT have a thing for Possible! Do I have to spell it out for you?! I respect her for her abilities, that’s IT! I can’t stand her as a person! She’s too much of a fucking goodie-two-shoes!

“So, then, you’re not….”

“No, Stoppable, I am NOT a fucking dyke! Gah, what is it with people?! A woman shows signs of independence and suddenly she’s a lesbian?! What kind of thinking is that?!”

“Well, I just thought….”

“Shut the hell up! You want me to prove to you that I’m not a lesbian? You want me to show you how much I hate that cheerleader’s guts?” She started to walk towards him with menace in her eyes.

Ron closed his eyes and prepared for the worst. He should have known better than to make that comment. It made sense now that he thought about it. Kim and Shego hated each other. He should have known that. But no, he had to be a guy. Drakken was right. He was a buffoon. And now he was going to die because of it.

He could tell that Shego was still approaching him because of the way her footsteps echoed across the lair. When they stopped, he knew he was as good as gone. He was about to try and weasel his way out of this by muttering a pathetic apology, but something stopped him from talking. That something was Shego’s lips on top of his.

Every single alert signal in Ron’s brain went active as his eyes opened wide in panic and he tried to pull away. Shego was ready for that, though, and was holding tightly onto the back of his head with one hand while her other arm was clamped securely around his waist as she pressed her body against his. Eventually, though, she had to come up for air. Ron used the interruption to speak.

“SHEGO, WHAT THE HELL?!” he shrieked.

“There’s your proof, Stoppable. I hate Kimmie so much I’m willing to fuck you just to hurt her. And you’re gonna go along with it.”

Ron tried pulling away, but Shego had him in an iron grip. “No! No! This is rape!”

“You can’t rape a guy,” Shego snorted. “Guys are always willing. The only males you can rape are little boys, and you’re not a little boy, are you?” she said as her hands ventured further south and grabbed a part of his anatomy whose reaction to the situation was the exact opposite of his.

“Is that your pet mole rat in your pocket, or are you just happy that I chose to use you in my evil scheme to get revenge against Princess?” Shego said with a smirk.

“I… uh… kinda left Rufus at home….” Ron admitted quietly, cursing his easily aroused penis.

“Now, are you going to cooperate, or do I have to get the handcuffs and the whip?”

“Cooperate!” Ron decided wisely.

“Good boy,” Shego encouraged as she released him and bent down until she was on her knees. “Now let’s see if those pants of yours can do their famous drop.” With that, she fired a tiny bolt of plasma at the boy’s belt. Ron cringed, fearing that Shego would end up frying a very important part of his anatomy, but it only succeeded in dropping his pants to his feet. She hooked her fingers around his underpants and pulled them around his ankles as well.

Shego grinned devilishly. “At least now I know you’re really Jewish,” she said smoothly.

Ron was sweating profusely by now, but still managed to gather enough clarity of mind to respond, “Yeah, well, there are other ways you could have checked….”

“I doubt any of ‘em are this fun, though,” Shego remarked tartly, standing up. “You’re gonna wanna sit down for this,” she said before pushing him rather forcefully onto the couch.

Shego then performed an impromptu strip tease for the boy, shedding her jumpsuit like a snake’s skin. As Ron watched her sweaty body writhe as she twisted herself out of the jumpsuit, he felt his penis get even harder. He began to breathe heavily, and everything around him seemed to disappear as he focused on Shego and nothing else.

“Why are you doing this, Shego?” he asked breathlessly.

The now half-nude woman shrugged. “I’m bored,” she replied before shedding the rest of her catsuit, standing before the blond in all her glory.

Ron didn’t want to admit it, but he had on occasion fantasized about the pale green villainess that now stood nude before him. He never imagined, however, that any of his hormone-fueled daydreams would actually happen. Hell, he wasn’t completely sure this wasn’t a dream.

Those thoughts were soon pushed to the back of his mind, however, when Shego knelt before him, leaning down without hesitation and taking him greedily into her mouth. Ron’s eyes bugged open and he let out a gasp as she swallowed him so far that her lips touched his abdomen. It wasn’t a very difficult task, as Ron wasn’t what anyone would necessarily call a “big boy,” but it was still impressive that Shego didn’t choke on his manhood.

Shego came back up, running her tongue along the underside of his shaft as she did so and eliciting a moan from the boy. She bobbed up and down, varying the length she went down each time, steadying herself by grabbing onto his manhood quite firmly with her now bare hand and occasionally squeezing his balls. Ron moaned uncontrollably.

“Gawd, Shego, if you keep that up I’m gonna….” Ron complained, but before he could finish his sentence, Shego withdrew.

“Not yet, Stoppable. Maybe later, if you’re a good boy….”

Ron looked down at her pleadingly. “You’re evil,” he panted.

“You like it that way,” Shego said with a mischievous grin before moving closer to him and placing his now spit-slick cock in between her breasts.

Ron had always liked Shego’s boobs. It was the one thing he would change about Kim if he could; to give her breasts like Shego’s (he would never admit this to either of them, of course). Now his most valued organ was sheathed between those soft globes that he had always admired, and it was all he could do not to faint then and there.

Shego didn’t waste any time sliding her boobs up and down the length of his shaft, occasionally tweaking her own nipples to get herself in the mood. Every so often she would extend her strawberry tongue and lick the head, sending a number of signals to the boy’s brain and overwhelming him with pleasure.

Ron began to respond to the attention being lavished on his cock, bucking his hips and sliding between Shego’s tits. She reacted by pressing her bosoms tighter against his shaft now that she was relieved of part of the burden.

Again Ron could feel himself about to come. Maybe if he didn’t announce it this time, Shego would let him. Just as he was about to experience sweet release, however, Shego pulled away from him again.

“Why do you keep doing that?” he whined.

“I wanna see how long you can last.”

“Devil woman.”

“You know you like it,” Shego sneered as she grabbed him in her hand and began polishing his candlestick.

A thin sheen of sweat had built up on both of their bodies, and the air was filled with the smell of pre-cum as Ron was preparing to explode. Squishy sounds were heard as Shego’s hand continued to travel up and down his length. Then Shego did something that Ron never expected.

She lit up.

At first Ron panicked and closed his eyes, bracing himself for the horrible pain that would follow. But when the agony did not come, he peeked his eyes open again, only to roll them into the back of his head when a wave of unimaginable pleasure hit him.

All conscious thought seemed to abandon him as the orgasm wracked his body, causing him to stiffen and then shudder uncontrollably before exploding all over Shego. Semen spewed forth from his cock like a fire hose, hitting Shego’s face, breasts, and various other parts of her body. While Ron came down from the peaks of ecstasy, Shego occupied herself by dipping her fingers in the substance and bringing it to her mouth where it was greedily swallowed.

As soon as Ron could think coherently, he looked down at Shego. “What the hell was that?” he breathed.

The pale woman shrugged and got up from her kneeling position to sit next to him on the couch. “My powers are electromagnetic,” she explained. “I can control the frequency of ‘em to cause either pain or pleasure. I mostly choose pain.”

“Oh. Wow.”

“Surprised?”

“Well, it’s just I never thought you did anything with your powers other than blow stuff up,” Ron answered.

“I seem to recall doing a little blowing,” Shego replied as she grinned impishly. “And who’s to say I’m not gonna cause pain next time?”

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t,” Ron said meekly, shrinking into the couch. “And what do you mean, ‘next time?’”

Shego’s grin turned devilish as she grabbed Ron by the hands and pulled him up. “You had your fun,” she explained, using a plasma-coated finger to slowly cut his shirt down the middle. “Now it’s my turn.”

As the last of his clothes fell to the floor, Ron gulped nervously. “Couldn’t you just let me go instead? I mean, what if I end up disappointing you?”

“You won’t,” she assured him, looking down and noticing his quickly recovering erection. “Someone’s eager for some beaver,” she said with a salacious grin.

Ron’s eyes went wide as he made the connection. “Y-you mean, you want me to… to….”

“Fuck me? Oh yeah.” Her grin turned predatory.

“Oh… well… I… don’t know what to say…. I mean I…. Don't get me wrong, you’re a very beautiful woman, Shego, it’s just….”

“You wanted your first time to be with Kimmie?” Shego guessed.

“Well… yeah.”

“Where’s she goin’ on vacation, anyway?”

“Oh, well Richard was taking her to….”

“Richard? Who’s Richard?” Shego inquired.

“Kim’s new boyfriend,” Ron groused.

“Wait, Possible finally dumped you?”

Ron looked down, then snapped his eyes shut quickly when he realized Shego was still pressed up against him. “No, actually it was me who broke up with her.”

Shego’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You?! When did you get a backbone?”

“Apparently the same place I got a damaged brain,” Ron grumbled, separating from the pale woman and sitting back down on the couch. She sat next to him and began stroking his surprisingly broad chest while she wrapped her arm around his shoulders in support, pressing her breasts against his arm.

“You think you’re an idiot for breaking up with her?”

“What else would I be?”

“Oh, I don’t know, thinking for yourself for once instead of playing Kimmie’s lapdog?”

“I forgot you have a rather low opinion of her,” Ron remarked as a scowl overtook his features.

Shego did not seem fazed by his sudden change in demeanor. “So how’d it happen? What made you break up with her? She bangin’ someone else?”

“What? No! Kim would never do that!” Ron insisted. It was true. Kim’s entire reputation was centered around her moral code. He sighed. “No, I guess I just finally realized how much I’m not meant for her. She got accepted into a college halfway around the world while I didn’t get accepted into any of the ones I applied to.”

“Long distance relationship too much for ya?”

Ron nodded. “I finally told her that she was free to see whoever because I just couldn’t make this work. It had to be me to break us up because you know how KP is. She really takes that ‘till death do us part’ stuff seriously, even though we were never technically married. I just never thought she’d find someone else so soon.”

“How soon?”

“A week.”

“God damn! I always knew she had the potential to be a bitch but still…. Damn! That must’ve hurt, huh?”

“I guess you could say that,” Stoppable replied, noticing that Shego had begun to stroke one of his thighs.

“What do you say we make that pain go away?” Shego said seductively as she climbed up and rested herself on his lap, allowing his now-recovered penis to rest comfortably against her belly button.

Ron let out a shuddering sigh and fell back against the couch. “Sh-Shego, I….”

“Shhhh,” she said, pressing a pale, slender finger to his lips. “No talking. Just relax.”

With that, she stood up slightly and took him into herself, letting out a pleasured gasp as she relished the feeling of him inside her.

The average vagina is eight inches deep. The average penis is several inches shorter. Of course, only someone who is extremely ill-informed about sex would think that this has anything to do with the pleasure a woman is capable of feeling. Besides the clitoris at the front, the vagina is basically one giant nerve center, where the slightest sensation can bring her pleasure. Most women report that they cannot experience an orgasm through vaginal penetration alone. Shego’s opinion of that statistic was that those women just didn’t have men who knew how to work it.

This being Ron’s first time, he naturally didn’t know either. Shego took comfort in the fact that she had enhanced sensitivity in her lower area due to the comet, which should enable her to get off. She began to flex her legs, grinding her hips against Ron as she bounced up and down his shaft.

Ron, meanwhile, had taken Shego’s suggestion to relax, and was trying to do just that as he leaned back into the couch. As Shego continued to impact against him, his hands went up to her hips seemingly of their own volition, guiding her where he wanted her to go. He began to buck his hips, driving himself into her. Shego moaned as she felt him move inside of her, stimulating the nerve centers along her inner walls and causing waves of pleasure to surge through her.

Grabbing Ron’s left hand, Shego guided it up to one of her bouncing breasts, where he responded by giving it a tight squeeze. She moaned in response. He cupped her breast in his hand, kneading it with his thumb and occasionally coming into contact with her fully erect nipple and causing her to jump as electricity shot through her.

They soon established a rhythm, timing their movements so that when Ron moved up, Shego moved down, and vice versa. Sweat covered their bodies as they worked up to a fever pitch. Ron drove himself into Shego faster and harder, while the pale woman was simply amazed at how quickly the boy was getting the hang of this.

Eventually Ron got tired of having to move up to penetrate the woman above him, and so he stood up, grabbed her by the shoulders and practically threw her down onto the couch in a primal display of desire. Shego gazed up at him with amazement, wondering just what had gotten into Stoppable that gave him the courage to take control like that.

She didn’t have time to think about it, however, as within moments he was inside of her again, driving her even faster and harder than before. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him close while he thrust into her, rubbing against her clit at the same time with his well-toned abdomen. She could feel herself about to come.

When the first wave of pleasure hit her, Shego reacted by biting the closest thing to her, which just happened to be Ron’s shoulder. The adrenaline surging through him was so strong that he didn’t even register the pain, thrusting into her even more vigorously. Another orgasm came with each thrust, and eventually Shego just abandoned rational thought altogether. The sensation of Shego tightening around him drove Ron over the edge as well, and he burst within her.

After several moments, Ron collapsed on Shego, spent. The pale woman reacted by pulling him closer to her, relishing in the sweet pleasure that was still surging through her. As she came down from her orgasm and Ron exited her, an inexplicable feeling of emptiness came over her and she clung to him, as though letting him go would cause all of reality to come undone. Eventually the feeling passed and she was able to sit up as she pushed him off of her.

“So,” Ron began, “that was….”

“Amazing,” Shego finished. “Disappointment my ass. You’re one of the few guys to drive me over the edge the first time.”

“You mean you weren’t just faking it?” Ron asked in shock.

Shego raised an eyebrow. “Why would I be faking it?”

“I don’t know, I just….”

“Because this would be faking it,” Shego said before he could continue. She began to thrash and moan, and then said with exaggerated enthusiasm, “Yes! Yes! Oh, Ronnie, give it to me! Oh, yes!”

“Okay, I'll admit I didn’t hear any of that….”

“I never fake it with a guy,” Shego insisted. “If he’s bad I'll let him know and then I'll show him how it’s done. You did great for a first-timer, Stoppable.”

“I don’t know….”

“Look at me, Stoppable. Am I the kind of person who would lie to you to make you feel better?”

“No….”

“Then take my word for it. Possible missed out. Big time. If you can be that passionate with someone you consider your enemy, imagine how great it would be with someone you’ve loved your entire life.”

“That’s just it, though,” Ron said with a sigh. “I wouldn’t be able to have sex with Kim. I mean it’s not like we didn’t try before. But… I’ve spent so much time putting her on this pedestal that… I just can’t think of her that way, y’know?”

“You love her like a sister but you’re not a redneck?” Shego summarized.

“Pretty much.”

“I figured as much.”

“Yeah, but with you, it’s different,” Ron said. “I have no trouble thinking of you like that. In fact I used to fantasize about you a lot before I was with Kim.”

“Oh really?” Shego asked with a flattered grin. “And just what did these fantasies involve?”

“I’m not sure I’m ready to discuss that….”

“Well how else am I supposed to make them come true?”

Ron did a double take. “Wha?”

“You heard me, stud. You’re my new fuck toy. You fulfill my fantasies, I fulfill yours. Until I get bored with you, that is.”

“So I’m just a thing for you to use?”

“Yeah. You got a problem with it?”

“Kinda….”

“Too bad. You’re mine now.” She stood up and grabbed him by the hands, then slung him over her shoulder.

“Where are you taking me?”

“To bed.”

“Okay…” he said weakly.

When they entered Shego’s room, she threw him on the bed. “Get under the covers,” she commanded. He obeyed. She turned out the lights and followed suit, snuggling up to him and wrapping her strong arms around his waist, pulling him tight against her.

“Shego?” he whispered after a few moments.

“What?”

“Are you gonna let me go home at some point?”

“If you’re a good boy and you promise to come back when I need you, yeah.”

“You need me?”

“Not really, I just want someone for when I’m bored, like I was today. You think you can do that for me?”

“Uh, I think so.”

“Good. Now go to sleep. Dr. D doesn’t get back until Monday and I intend to spend all of tomorrow going through a list of our fantasies.”

“It’s gonna take a lot longer than that….”

“Good to hear, dreamer. I always knew you had a really active imagination.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

“Guess we’ll see tomorrow. Good night.”

“Good night, Shego.”

The End

(for now)
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So I went against a whole bunch of clichés with this one. I think I'll let you guys be smart and pick ‘em all out yourselves. This is the end of this story, but not necessarily this series. Depending on how well this is received, I may do more along these lines, though they won’t all be lemons. I look forward to your reviews.

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