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Kim Possible: Lust In Space	By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 31184 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. Lost In Space is the property of Irwin Allen/20th Century Fox. I make no money from this story. Real people, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner.

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Kim Possible: Lust In Space

Written by: fulwiz
Beta by: Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. Lost In Space is the property of Irwin Allen/20th Century Fox. I make no money from this story. Real people, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner.
Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, intense violence, torture, rape, death, incest, and many other mature themes.
Note: This story is not a crossover. It is set in the Kim Possible universe with elements, but not characters, from Lost In Space included.

Chapter 01: Countdown.

Images of worldwide destruction showed on the television screen. An announcer's voice over punctuated the visuals of entire cities in ruin.
“In the aftermath of the Lowardian invasion our planet suffered. Civilization teetered on the brink. The very fabric of our society trembled in fear. Fear that, even as we rebuilt our world, hostile aliens might once again attack.”
The image on the screen changed to show a long shot of the Middleton Space Center. As the announcer continued, the shot zoomed in on a large disk shaped object sitting on a metal gantry in the center of the Space Center's landing field. Figures of the ground crew were dwarfed by the thirty meter diameter silver hull of the saucer shaped craft. Through the triple flight deck windows, engineers could be seen running tests on the ship's equipment.
“When the combined nation's of Earth demanded something be done, the esteemed rocket scientist, Dr. James T. Possible stepped up with an idea. He and his family would undertake an unprecedented expedition into the unknown. And so Project Possible was born. Though there have been changes in the original plan, it has this day, born fruit. Here we see the Jupiter II spacecraft undergoing a final pre-flight check. In less than one hour from now this state of the art space ship will take it's dedicated and intrepid crew into the dark and hostile depths of space. Their goal is simple. Travel to the Lowardian home world, assess the probability of another invasion, gather all the intelligence they can on the Lowardians, and return to Earth with the information needed for our leaders to decide on the proper course of action.”
The scene changed again. It showed a closeup picture of a young red haired woman with intense green eyes.
“While we wait for the live feed of the boarding procedure to begin, let us once again review the crew of the Jupiter II. This is Commander Kimberly Ann Possible. Though young, at only nineteen years of age, she has proven time and again her capability to lead a mission as important as this one.”
A picture of a woman with short auburn hair and a black eye patch appeared on the screen.
“Second in command and the pilot of the Jupiter II is the former head of the Global Justice Network, Doctor Elizabeth Director. Her tactical expertise and unflinching dedication to duty make her a valuable asset on this extremely hazardous mission.”
Another red headed woman appeared on the screen. Her bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle with compassionate intelligence.
“This is the mission medical expert, Doctor Anne Possible. Both as the ship's physician, and mother of the mission commander, she is the heart and soul of team.”
The next person to appear on the screen had blonde hair and blue eyes. She looked like she should be appearing on the cover of a fashion magazine.
“Here we have Doctor Vivian Francis Porter, noted robotic expert, and the science specialist of the team. This beautiful genius is in charge of the Jupiter II's Mobile Artificial Intelligence Device.”
A gynoid robot appeared on the screen. It had pink synthetic skin, overly large glowing blue eyes, and incongruous blonde pigtails.
“Nicknamed Dee-Dee by the crew, the M.A.I.D. is based on the Lipsky design and is programmed by Doctor Porter to facilitate routine shipboard functions and undertake other duties, such as external hull repair and atmospheric analysis, which would be unnecessarily hazardous for the human crew members.”
The screen filled with the image of another woman. Her obviously green skin and raven black hair helped to give her a truly out of this world appearance.
“Certainly the most controversial addition to the mission, is a woman who needs no introduction, as her evilness is well known throughout the entire world. Although we have Commander Possible's assurance that this vile person is under her complete control, and will prove to be an asset when it comes to dealing with the Lowardians, I for one would not want this hell spawn at my back. We can only hope Kim is right, as this embodiment of evil incarnate fills the last crew slot aboard the Jupiter II.”
As the picture on the screen began to fade to black, the bright red pupils surrounded by yellow orbs of Warmonga's eyes were the last part of the nine foot tall alien woman's image to fade away.
The screen brightened again, showing a view of the Jupiter II's entry port opening.
“Now we take you live to the Middleton Space Center where our heroic space adventurers are about to board the Jupiter II and begin their historic mission.”
A black gloved hand reached out and touched the power switch of the television screen. It went blank, plunging the underground storage room into almost total darkness. In the dim light that remained, a woman wearing a stolen ground crew uniform smirked.
“I know this mission means a lot to you, Princess, but a girl's gotta earn a living.”
The green skinned former hero, turned super powered villainess, opened the door and exited the storage room. She quickly and quietly made her way to the stairs that would lead her up to the soon to be deserted launch area. Visions of great piles of money danced before her eyes. Money promised to her, by her mysterious employer, for sabotaging the Jupiter II's mission.
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There was a look of weariness in Kim Possible's eyes as she stood between the pilot and command seats on the Jupiter II's flight deck. She placed a silver gloved hand on the back of the command chair as she heard her father's voice over the ship's radio, and faintly echoing itself through the open airlock hatch, as it blared out on the loudspeakers surrounding the ship.
“T-minus thirty minutes to launch. All ground crew clear the launch area. Repeat, all ground crew are to clear the launch area now.”
Kim looked out the three large windows in the bow of the ship. She could see Space Center workers scrambling to follow her father's orders. In only a few moments, there was no movement to be seen on the ground below. A tremble went though her body. She wasn't sure if it was caused by excitement, fear, or just plain fatigue. Her gaze went up to the launch control tower. She could see movement inside the ring of circular windows, but couldn't pick out which person there was her father. She knew he was there. She could imagine him, sitting in his wheel chair at the flight director's console.
Her hand clenched on the seat back as she remembered the accident that caused him to lose the use of his legs. Remembered pulling him from the crashed wreckage of the Jupiter I. The failed test flight had changed the entire mission makeup. Her brothers had survived the crash unscathed, but the United Nations and Global Justice, who had final say, had determined it was simply too dangerous to put an entire family at risk.
No longer were there the television campaigns heralding the intrepid “Space Family Possible.” Now only she and her mother, neither of which had been on that ill fated test flight, were going on the mission. All it had taken was the death of the fourth person on the test flight to change everything.
She started to turn away from the windows, when a flicker of motion caught her eye. She leaned forward over the control consoles, peering down at the ground below, but saw nothing more. Maybe she really was fatigued. She leaned back and turned to look at a small plaque on the partition wall between the control area and the communications area of the flight deck. It was a memorial to the man who helped her father design the Jupiter space ship. The same man who had, against all odds and moral inclination, helped her save the world from the Lowardian invaders.
In memory of
Drew Theodore Paul Lipsky
“He gave his life to protect our future.”
The sound of multiple footsteps from the airlock on the other side of the communications area broke her reverie. Her crew was boarding.
First through the door was her mother. Like her daughter and the rest of the crew, she wore a skintight sliver flight suit that covered her body from neck to toe. Anne gave her daughter a smile and a nod as she walked past her to the row of suspended animation tubes on the port side of the flight deck. She activated the console that controlled the tubes, preparing them for the crew.
Next came Vivian Porter, who had replaced her uncle Slim as the ship's robotic expert. The blonde scientist also gave her a nod, before heading toward the lift at the stern of the flight deck. She was headed down to the next to the lowest of the four decks, to do a final check on Dee-Dee.
Following her was the ship's pilot, Dr. Director. The one-eyed woman went directly to the dome shaped navigation array, which rested on a pedestal in the center of the flight deck, to do her pre-flight coordinate check. She was one of the two people on board who had been one of the non-family members to be part of the original crew roster. She'd given up her position as head of GJ to her right hand man, Will Du, in order to take the offered post.
Kim felt the deck beneath her feet tremble slightly as the last member of the crew came aboard. The nine foot tall alien had to duck just to get through the human sized hatch of the ship. When she spotted Kim, a grin formed on the Lowardian woman's face. With two deck eating strides, she was in front of Kim, then on one knee, kneeling submissively, with her head bowed.
Blushing at the display of servitude, that she'd been trying to break the alien of for over a year now, Kim told her to stand up. She could clearly remember how such an odd sitch had begun.
For three whole weeks after the end of the invasion, everyone thought the two aliens who tried to conquer the Earth were dead...
Kim stood on the edge of the crater, caused by the crash landing of the Lowardian space ship, in what had once been the downtown area of Bay City. Around her, city workers and National Guard troops were gathering in the early morning light. They were preparing, as she was, for another day in the seemingly endless chore of cleaning up the damage. She could clearly remember the climatic battle with the Lowardians that occurred here. Except the part when she'd been unconscious, that is.
Guilt tugged at her conscience as she scrambled down the steep slope of the crater in her battle suit. Guilt born of the knowledge that she had fallen before the invaders. That she, of all of them, hadn't been able to stand her ground. It had only been Ron's stepping up, as Shego called it, Monkey Style, that had saved her from becoming a trophy on the Lowardian invader's wall.
That was why she was here, at the heart of the destruction, to try to make up for her failure.
Hours passed as she labored side by side with the recovery workers who were dismantling the remains of the ship. The sun was high in the sky, when she heard one of the nearby men call out frantically.
“There's somebody alive down here!”
She could see him pointing at an opening between a slab of concrete and a half melted piece of hull metal. Unheedful of the dangers, she dove into the hole. Darkness enclosed her as she scrambled and climbed down the debris strewn shaft. Even over her labored breathing, she could hear the pained moans of the person she was trying to save. The closer she got, the more the gap narrowed. She used all the enhanced strength her battle suit provided to shove aside broken and twisted pieces of the ship to move forward.
Then, even though she could barely make out anything in the dim light from above, she saw movement. Her hand connected with flesh. Green flesh. She gasped in surprise as she recognized that the injured woman before her was Warmonga.
The alien's legs were pinned under a heavy metal strut. She was burned and bloody and barely conscious. For the briefest of moments, she felt hatred for the invader. The desire to just leave her to her fate. The unbecoming thought was swept away by her natural need to help the helpless. A need that was enforced by another heavy surge of guilt.
Lowering herself into the gap where the alien was pinned, she pushed and strained to lift the strut up and off the woman's legs. All the while she was remembering how she and Ron had just left after the battle. Gone on with their lives. Finishing their graduation ceremony and even partying at the beach afterward, while all that time Warmonga lay under the destroyed space ship in agony. Three weeks of pain and suffering. It was almost more than Kim could stand. Not knowing if the alien was coherent enough to understand her or not, she spoke. “I'll get you out. I promise!”
The blue energy nodes of her battle suit glowed bright as she exerted every bit of energy both she and the suit could give. The strut moved slightly. Finding another chunk of metal, she wedged it into the gap. As the last reserve of energy powering her suit faded away, she began pulling the alien woman free.
Kim lay beside the injured alien, panting from her exertion. Her eyes lifted up and she felt herself fall into despair as she realized there was no way she could drag Warmonga up through the wreckage to the surface.
That was when she saw the rescue harness being lowered down from above.
One week later...
Deep inside the Global Justice medical complex, Kim stood beside the hospital bed containing the recovering alien. Next to her was Dr. Director, who'd called her only a short time before, asking her to come.
Betty Director shook her head as she spoke to Kim. “She insisted on speaking with you.”
The alien woman's eyes opened. She stared up at Kim. “You saved Warmonga's life! Why would you do such a thing!?”
Kim did her best to smile under that hateful glare. “Because it was the right thing to do.”
The alien's eyes turned away. “Then Warmonga is truly conquered.”
Before Kim, Betty, or any of the armed guards could react, the alien woman broke her restraining straps and surged out of the bed. It wasn't an attack though. Kim gasped in surprise as the bandaged woman knelt on the floor in front of her.
“Lowardian tradition dictates that Warmonga now belongs to her new master, in body and spirit, until death!” She lifted her red and yellow eyes to Kim. “All hail my new master! All hail Kim Possible! All hail the Great Red!”
Kim rolled her eyes as Warmonga stood to tower above her. Thanks to the simplistic, and unbreakable, tradition of the Lowardians, she had spent the past year with a nine foot tall shadow. A shadow that only the death of one of them could remove. Rather than attempt, once again, to explain to the alien woman how embarrassing the kneeling was to her, she told Warmonga to assume her station in preparation for liftoff.
As Warmonga stomped happily over to the artificial gravity generator on the starboard side of the flight deck, Kim heard an amused chuckle behind her. She turned and saw the one person she really, really, wished was coming along for the ride. Forgetting all propriety, she jumped into her boyfriend's arms.
Ron gave her a smile as he held her tight. “Hey KP! Still a no-go on the whole bowing and scraping thing, huh?”
Kim snuggled her head between his neck and shoulder. “It's no big. I'll wear her down eventually.” She pulled her head up and looked into his eyes. “Please tell me they changed their minds and you're coming with us?”
“Afraid not, Kim. Much as I hate to say it, they do have good reason for wanting me to stay.”
She did know. She just didn't like it. They, being the U.N. and Global Justice, were afraid the Lowardians might attack again before the mission was complete. Since Ron had defeated them once before, it was hoped he could do so again. Then too, she thought, there was another reason, one already too close for comfort. Even after excavating and hauling off everything that remained of the Lowardian space vessel a year ago, no sign had been found of Warmonga's battle mate, Warhok. If the alien man was alive, and somewhere on Earth, he was very much a threat.
Kim sighed. “I know. It's just that I'm going to miss you so very much.”
He planted a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. “It's only for two years. If your 'rents can stand it, I guess we can too.”
From the communication console came the voice of her father. “T-minus fifteen minutes to launch. Prepare to switch to onboard systems at minus ten minutes and final hatch sealing at minus five.”
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In a dark crawlspace within the bowels of the lowest deck of the ship, Shego started at the disembodied voice. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. There was still ten minutes left for her to complete her task and vacate the ship. Plenty of time. Reaching into a pocket of her stolen uniform, she pulled out a small breathing mask and a slender glass vial. After placing the mask over her face, she opened the vial and let it's gaseous contents waft out and fill the air around her.

WHAT IS SHEGO'S DIABOLICAL SCHEME? IS KIM'S MISSION DOOMED TO FAILURE BEFORE IT EVEN BEGINS? WILL KIM EVER GET WARMONGA TO STOP KNEELING SUBMISSIVLY? FIND OUT IN THE NEXT EXCITING CHAPTER OF... KIM POSSIBLE: LUST IN SPACE!
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