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Pregnancy Scare	By : ShadowProc213 Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 8346 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Pregnancy Scare
- 1
The term 'working relationship' appears only rarely for people in these fields, and the term 'adversarial' tends to appear quite often. They were four, and all of them had succumbed to a form of manipulation. Not a malicious slander, or brain control chip. Just everyone deciding to 'have some fun' without thinking it through. And really, there's nothing wrong with having this kind of fun for its own sake, if you take the right precautions.
"Alright, then. All the paperwork is in order, except for the line for the father's name." The doctor looked at her. "Is there some issue there?"
"It was a month ago, I think..." Kim began.
Just two weeks prior, Kim had just finished a contract with a pharmaceutical company in South America, and her husband had just finished a deployment with a private security firm that rather enjoyed his bizarre 'entirely non-lethal' skill set. Nobody questioned the lithe blond man and his pet naked mole rat; not when it did so much to improve the company's image.
Around the same time, Kim's former enemy duo of Doctor Drakken and Shego had been divided by only fifty miles in their collective contract for genetically modified food that would end up feeding a good portion of the world. The mutant ability Drakken had gained for controlling plants proved itself quite the godsend in what was becoming a starving world, and he was rarely far from his bodyguard and paramour.
For once, though, everyone was happy to be home. Despite old grudges, there was no hostility here now. Here was everyone, in the reasonably sized apartment in which she spent most of her time away from work. After all, Drakken had been the most prolific of her super villains, and he was done with that life.
Kim and Ron had finished cooking just ten minutes before their guests arrived. It was enough time for them to get dressed in something that didn't involve an apron. When there was that knock at the door, Ron answered it, and Drakken smiled at him. The smile was a little odd, considering their past.
When Drakken and Shego had actually walked in, and these two pairs were facing off, the old banter was back...
"Been staying home, Princess?" Shego asked. She liked making people uncomfortable, and would probably be hanging off of Drakken's arm, but instead the plant tendrils coming off of him were slithering all over her. It made the tie-dye pattern of her current dress very utilitarian.
"I've only been here for twelve hours. I was out saving lives, a few million at a time." Kim smirked.
"Now ladies, let's not make this a contest." Drakken urged them.
"Yeah. Besides, we're not here to attack each other. We're here for dinner!" Ron motioned to the rather impressive display that was the dining table.
It took less than an hour for dinner to be finished, and everything to be put away, except for a bottle of wine, and they were all talking about the other people in their lives. Everyone was laughing wildly at Senor Senior Junior's expense; then Shego actually looked at the clock, and remembered what the last 'double date' she'd been involved in had forced her to do when they ran out of things to talk about... and she would not play Pictionary again. Ever again. Ever. Again.
"You know what could be really fun?" Shego led, earning confused looks from both Drakken and Kim.
"We could fight?" Ron presented weakly. "I mean, there's a gym across the street, they're open twenty-four hours a day. It could be fun, I guess, if you feel nostalgic."
"Maybe some other time." Shego cocked an eyebrow at the thought of fighting like the old days. "Right now, I'm thinking of something a little lower," she reached across the table to put her hand on top of Ron's. "and a lot softer."
Ron looked down at his hand, then up at the older emerald woman, then over to Kim. His eyes weren't the look that one might associate with a sexual desire. He was now wearing the same confusion that had been on Drakken and Kim just moments ago. "What do I get besides the pleasure of watching?" Kim asked.
"Excuse me?" Drakken interrupted. "There's someone else at this table. And he doesn't get off on watching someone else fuck his girlfriend."
"Cards on the table, this sounds like fun to me. We just need to make sure that we have some ground rules." Kim announced. "I can pair up with Drakken, and Ron with Shego." Kim had been looking to do something adventurous with her husband, and these two were perfect. If something went wrong, they could just cut all ties; not like asking Wade or Monique or Yori.
"Actually, after I'm done fucking your boyfriend, I wanted to demonstrate some skills I learned from a college sorority. Entirely for your benefit." Shego smiled big since she had already gotten everyone so on board.
"See, now that is something I'm much more okay with sitting back and just watching." Drakken interjected.
"Okay. So, are we going to take turns in the bedroom?" Ron asked. There's a part of every boy's brain that never really grows up, and this was his fourteen-year-old self's sexual fantasy coming true. "Or does someone else have a different plan?" And, whether or not Kim would admit just how much of a cliche it was, she was looking forward to sleeping with an older man... specifically, her Dad's old friend from college.
"Well, the bedroom's cramped, and the living room has a lot more space if Doctor D is going to use those vines of his on me." Kim suggested.
"I guess that's your answer." Shego said, standing up from her chair. "Drakken, Kimmy, you two get started in the living room. When I'm done with Ron in here, we'll be right in so I can make my demonstration." She announced it all, sounding very authoritative, and everyone did as they were told. Drakken and Kim went into the living room, from which this table was only semi-divided, since most apartments don't have that many closed-off areas.
Ron scooted his chair out as his wife left with the older, blue, half-plant man; unlike Shego, he didn't stand up. The little pink rat that usually hid in his clothing popped out, and that's not an innuendo. "Rufus," He ordered, "Go to the bedroom. This is something private." And the little pet just ran off with a squeak. Shego sat on Ron's lap, and immediately felt the excitement growing beneath her. "Is this some kind of dominance thing? Because I really don't get it." Ron asked.
"No, stupid!" Shego caught herself before actually going off and ruining the home of her only friends. She looked over her shoulder, "Unless you and Kimmy have the necessary costumes, we're not doing anything too kinky. Just unzip me, please." She asked, and Ron obliged. The top part of her tight tie-dye dress fell away from her chest, and Ron had his shirt un-buttoned in record time, already hanging off his shoulders as his hands squeezed and tickled Shego's tiny jade nipples. She was contorting herself to actually kiss the boy beneath her, though not on the mouth... at first. She was twisting around to get her tongue touching his ear, then his neck. She began sucking and teething on him until there was a wonderfully purple bruise, showing off her teeth-marks.
"Heh. You know what's funny about that?" Ron began, pausing his ministrations to toss his dinner-clothes aside to a different chair. He pointed to a tattoo on his arm. It was a black circle, surrounded by a serial number.
"That's my prisoner number." Shego remembered aloud.
"Last time you bit me. It was the first closest thing to a girl kissing me." Ron explained.
"That's sweet," Shego thought aloud, discarding her dress completely, "but what about Princess?" She asked, pushing off purposefully from the table. The chair fell back, Ron still in it, and her knees landed squarely on either side of his head. The chair had slammed into the floor, raising a huge ruckus, but nobody ran to investigate. Instead, the only thing worth noting was the muffled screaming in the next room.
Kim had arguably worked much faster than Shego, and for a very similar end. She slipped herself out of her dress, then turned to Drakken. "Tell me, Drakken, do you actually need to take your clothes off to use those?" She asked, motioning to the vines.
"No, but tentacle hentai doesn't really seem like your 'thing'." Drakken commented.
"It's new, it's here, and I feel like doing it." Kim sat back on the couch, spreading her legs very wide. She was already moist from talking about the ground rules, and Drakken actually sent four of his vines inside that beautifully displayed orifice, which made Kim arch back in what looked like it was going to be an ear-piercing scream. It's not that a scream would have been worrisome, but this girl could hit some very high notes, and Drakken didn't want to hear that. He sent more vines down her gullet, and even wrapped more of them around her limbs. She did nothing to fight, but he withdrew every tendril that penetrated her.
"Shego is the one who likes the tentacle thing. You know why it doesn't do anything for me?" Drakken asked, keeping Kim in a position where her ankles were beside her ears, but she was actually facing him. "I can't feel the plants. Everything they're doing right now, it's just a suggestion I'm giving them."
"Fair enough, but it's still fun to let the plants hold me down." Kim argued, then nodded toward her crotch. "And nobody says you have to wait for me to be done with the plants. Come over here." Kim suggested, and the plants held her legs open in a perfect split, her arms bound in verdant shackles above her head. Drakken had the plants undress him, since that was a simple enough task to do while keeping Kim pinned. He stalked up to this fiery redhead, less than half his age, and pressed the head of his blue cock right into her red pussy.
He liked the idea of keeping her bound, and so did Kim, so he just held her hips for leverage while the plants held her up, thrusting wildly until both their eyes rolled back into their heads, and Drakken let himself spray his semen deep inside of Kim. The plants were all loosening, retracting into their dear, blue host. He fell onto the couch beside Kim, his tiny fingers beside her now-unbound hands. "That was great." Drakken admitted, his half-closed eyes staring at Kim's. "Do you think Shego will be upset at what we just filled your pussy with? She was going to show Ron how to eat a girl out."
"It should be fine, we've just got to remember to warn her." Kim smiled evilly.
In the dining room, Shego had kept Ron pinned to the floor. Maybe he could have escaped in a real fight, but here, he was granted a limitless supply of extra-sweet pussy, with his nose tickling her clit. Ron even had his hands right on Shego's butt, squeezing a few different ways when he needed to further explore her insides. Shego looked down at him. "Remember what I said before? Screw it. You're already great at eating girls out." She arched her back. "I'm still gonna scissor with Princess," she assured him. "But that's more for m-m-meaugh!--" Shego let out that last noise, knelt upright, and squirted her vaginal juices on Ron's hungry maw. "Scissoring Princess is more just for me." Shego reiterated, swinging a leg over and getting off of Ron's face. She was sitting on the floor now, leaning against the wall.
Ron rolled over, then sat up, facing Shego. "Yeah. Watching you grind pussies with my wife ought to be a real treat for everyone involved." He commented, smiling at her. It might not have struck him as the initial plan, but Shego immediately jumped on him, thrusting her tongue out of her half-open mouth, tasting everything that this boy had pulled so readily out of her. Ron was keeping his head, with some difficulty, and managed to separate from her momentarily. "It feels like you shouldn't be doing that." He argued.
She ignited the plasma on her hands. "I disagree." She announced, grabbing his shoulders, digging in and savoring the scent of ozone. It usually came as a precursor to burnt flesh, but instead she let go to see that he was unscathed. "That makes the glowing hands a lot less useful..." She trailed off.
"I think you burned off my hair." Ron thought aloud. "And it does still feel warm..." He assured her.
Shego reached down to grab a fistful of Ron's cock, delighting as she ignited her glow and felt this shaft harden in her grip. She climbed on top of him, but not pinning him. He sat, legs outstretched, and Shego wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands on his shoulders. She lowered her body, and went in for another kiss. Ron just stopped her for a moment. "I can't kiss you. I don't kiss anyone but Kim."
"Fair enough." Shego nodded. "Princess! Mind if I ram my tongue down Ron's throat?" She yelled to the next room.
"Be right there!" Kim yelled back, walking in wearing some very moist panties, and hanging off of Drakken's arm. "Shego, your man is great at fucking a girl so hard she can barely walk." Kim elaborated, taking the panties off. Shego noticed the murky white sheen that was hovering along Kim's labial lips. "Ron's not just devoted, he's stupidly devoted. He'll have sex with you, but won't kiss you. For our solution, he can kiss me while he fucks you." Kim stood, legs apart, pussy angled over Shego's mouth.
"Wait. Princess, I'm not trying to offend, but your royal cunt smells like lawn clippings." Shego criticized, and Drakken's hand shot up. "I'll lick a lot of things, but I don't lick lawn clippings."
"My fault on that one." Drakken admitted. "Wasn't sure if you'd notice."
"That's it." Ron grabbed Kim by the hips and spun her around. "Good. Now we've got a green girl on my cock, my personal hot redhead to make out with her; and, since nobody else will do it, I'm going to eat you out."
"Always looking for an excuse to debase yourself, aren't you?" Drakken taunted.
"I'm the one fucking both of them. The fact that you gave Kim some extra flavoring doesn't matter to me. She always tastes great." Ron shot before pulling his wife's lithe thighs down onto his face. It tasted completely different than what she usually tasted like. There wasn't sweetness that he'd come to expect. Instead, he was lapping up wheat-grass as it oozed from her womb.
Kim's gymnastic frame was light enough that she practically sat on her husband's face, his tongue doing its filthy work as Kim let her hands explore the jade woman before her. Shego knew that she could do almost anything with impunity, so long as she didn't immolate this redhead. The women both leaned forward, their mouths meeting above Ron's stomach, and their tongues wiggling together like the luscious little bits they were. Shego ran her fingers through Kim's long, straight hair; but Kim went a different route, her hands squeezing Shego's breasts, caressing these cantaloupe sized things and pinching the nipples hard enough to make the older woman squeal.
Ron listened to the girls kissing on top of him, as they both moaned, groaned, and let their all-too-willing lips slap together and make slurping noises. He kept it up, feeling Kim's wheat-grass flavored nether regions moisten up rapidly while Shego got more aggressive, grinding her hips into Ron, arching her back and pressing her melons against Kim's perky little bumps. This got Kim to arch as well, the two women pressing their chests and tummies together.
Even Drakken seemed to be getting excited, his dick in hand, stroking it as he watched both of these women. Shego glared at him, "Don't even think about it! Your cum is all green!"
"You're green, too." Kim argued.
"That's different. All of me is green. He's mostly blue." Shego shot back.
"At least try it. Trust me." Ron said, from beneath Kim's lap. "It tastes almost like juiced up vegetables. With a little too much salt..." He added that last bit as he licked both his lips and the lips of Kim's pussy.
Back in the present, the nurse was writing down a lot less information than all of that. "So, do you want a paternity test when the baby is born?" The nurse asked.
Kim sighed deeply. "That would be for the best." She walked around a corner to see Shego.
"Princess!?" Shego said with a shock. It may have formerly been an insult, but now it was just how she always greeted Kim. "Erm, what brings you here?" She managed to cough out, embarrassed at her own presence.
"Pregnancy test." Kim admitted.
"Right... I was just filling some stuff out. I think I need to talk to Ron." Shego said nervously.
While the walk back to the Possible-Stoppable apartment was a little tense, that tension was immediately cut when they walked in and saw Ron playing video games. "Ron, we both have something to tell you."
"You're both pregnant." Ron said, "-- Headshot." And he set the controller down.
"Okay, I'm thinking of a number..." Shego began.
"I'm not psychic, and it's not a super-power, at least not really. It's an animal thing. Your hormones are going nuts. And, as for you, you're radiating Monkey power." He said, pointing at Shego.
"I'm not radiating monkey power? It's not your baby? You mean I'm definitely pregnant with Drakken's baby!?" She looked down at her exposed midriff, clutching the toned abdominal muscles in a twisted reflection of shock. "I need to lie down."
As Kim stumbled past him, toward the bedroom, she almost actully fell; Ron caught her, and wrapped his arms around her. "You didn't do anything wrong." He tried to assure her.
"We had an orgy with Drakken and Shego! That epitomizes 'doing something wrong'! Literally!" Kim sobbed.
"Maybe, but there's a ton of ways to fix this. We can talk about them after we tell Drakken. For now, everyone can rest. Shego, feel free to stick around. Rufus can show you where everything is." Ron advised, walking Kim to the bedroom. When he came back out, Shego was eating a microwave Noodle Cup. "So, what's your plan for what's inside you?"
"Our child?" Shego asked, her glare a little gentler than usual.
"It's not that I don't want to think of it that way, but I had to be sure you wanted to do more than abort it. Your previous history is a little... anti-motherhood." Ron explained.
"My previous partners were barely a step removed from crap-flinging monkeys." Shego visibly gulped when she realized what she'd said.
"Wow. I must take first in that category." Ron joked, tearing through the awkwardness in the air.
"Right... I figure that, between you, and Princess, and me..." Shego couldn't stop stumbling, thinking of her own absentee parents. "We might be able to raise one child reasonably well. I've been telling myself that since I saw that little plus sign show up on the stick."
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