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Kim Possible: De-Moralized.	By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 69350 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. Real people, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

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Kim Possible: De-Moralized
Written by fulwiz
Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. Real people, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.
Warning: Contains every squicky thing I can think of... And then some.
Note: This story begins not long after the events in the episode “The Twin Factor” and goes way, way, way off the beaten path from there.

Chapter 14: So The Changes.

Lips met. Candy apple red lipstick smeared. Evil blue middle-aged mad scientist and teenage cross-dressing sidekick shared a kiss so passionate, it made every other evil gay male kiss in history pale in comparison. After about three and a half minutes of lip smacking, tongue dueling, and spit swapping, Drakken picked Ron up and threw him on the bed. Ron, thoroughly used to being flung around by evil villains, managed to land on his back. His legs spread wide, with his skirt flipped up to reveal his slender, upthrusting, boy meat. Beneath his throbbing stiffy, his brazenly exposed browneye winked invitingly.
Filled to the brim with evil lust, Drakken unzipped his trousers and freed his thick blue meat from it's confines. He used both of his rather dainty hands to stroke himself to raging hardness as he prepared to get statutory on the fourteen year old girly-boy's ass.
Ron grabbed his legs behind the knees and pulled them up and back, lifting his lower cheeks off the bed, presenting an easy and open target to his blue lover. His overwhelmingly wrong-sick lust caused his mind to replay every scary, and shock inducing, repressed memory of his young life. Overcoming his inherent fears and phobias of evils' past, Ron exclaimed. “Come on, Big Boy! Show me what you got! Ride me like the mechanical pony in front of the Middleton Smarty-Mart! Do me like Bobo the Chimp did, late one night, in the cabin I shared with him at Camp Wannaweep! Yeah Baby! Get all garden gnome up in my ass!”
Encouraged by Ron's weirdly erotic outburst, Drakken climbed up on the bed and positioned himself between the boy's upraised legs. With a single thrust of his blue flesh missile, he embedded himself to the hilt in the boy's well used poop-chute.
As he felt himself roughly penetrated, without the benefit of any kind of lubrication at all, Ron yelled out his perversely pain filled satisfaction in a mishmash of cheesy pop culture references. “To Brokeback Mountain... AND BEYOND!”
Humping in and out of Ron's dry fuckhole felt to Drakken like doing a rolled up piece of sandpaper, he knew this because he'd tried it a couple times. Slowly, as he did the old in an out, the boy's asshole loosened and became lubricated with blood from the tiny tears his shaft was making to the sensitive inner lining of the boy's anus. Harder and faster he thrust, jack-hammering his cock deep into the boy's bowels, bending the lad until he was curled in half. His big blue, hairy, cum filled, balls rapped against his young lover's smooth backside with every stroke of his shaft.
Between his face and the beautifully evil man riding his butt, Ron's cock bobbed. He remembered the first act of glorious gayness that started him down this path of excitingly unwholesome right-sickness. Pulling on his upthrust legs, he managed to tuck his ankles behind his head. His pulling and Drakken's pushing drove the head of his cock up against the tip of his nose. Just as he did back in the ventilation shaft, he opened his mouth wide and began sucking himself off.
The sight of his teenage lover autofellating himself drove Drakken to a frenzied new height of evil lust. He reached down between their slapping bodies and grabbed the boy's almost hairless balls. With every push and pull of his cock, he squeezed them. Harder and harder. Over and over.
Pain shot through Ron as his boy nuggets were tortuously manhandled. He tried to scream around his own shaft. The sensation, combined with the ass pounding, brought only more pleasure. The mixture of abuse and gratification filled him with an emotion that only could come from the depths of his burgeoning evilness. He slurped his young hard meat into his mouth as far as it could go and looked up into Drew's eyes with total and complete deviant love.
Drakken saw the look in Ron's eyes. It was something he'd never seen before. It made his evil blue heart sing with joy and his cock spurt with bowel filling gouts of love jizz!
The hot internal splash of Drew's cum sent Ron over the top. He choked and gagged as he unloaded into his own mouth. He lost himself in the taste of his boy spunk, and the wonderful feeling of totally belonging to the evil, mad, and unstable, man he loved.
Later, as the two of them cuddled in evil post orgasmic bliss, Ron smiled as the insane love of his life made a tentative, and extremely perverse, suggestion. He reached up and ran his finger gently over the scar beneath the blue villain's eye. “Anything for you, my wonderful Drew.”
Drakken chuckled at the sweetly sappy, and rhyming, reply. “Good! Now, the first thing we'll need to do is steal a certain device from a top secret weapons lab...”
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Kim Possible stared at the hole in the wall of the top secret weapons lab. “I think we're too late.”
Her obvious observation was proven true when she and Shego stepped through the hole and into the high security vault. It was empty.
Shego shrugged as she looked at the gigantic vault door, which was still completely secured. “Chalk one up for Blue Boy and the Doofus. I gotta say, I'm a little surprised. Not only did they manage to break out of prison, they also managed to get in and out of here efficiently too. I guess they make a pretty good evil team.”
Kim snorted derisively. “Maybe so, but we make a better one. Next time we'll get them and...”
She stopped as Shego raised a finger to her lips and shushed her. “Listen.”
Kim listened. From the other side of the vault door, she heard voices.
“Ah, the life of villainy is most exciting, it it not, my son?”
“If I want flashing lights, I go to the discotheque.”
Kim whispered to Shego. “That sounds like the Seniors.”
Shego whispered back. “The who?”
“Bored rich assholes who turned to villainy after Ron made a bunch of stupid suggestions to them.”
Both women moved to the center of the vault as the voices continued on the other side.
“In moments the experimental prototype inside will be ours.”
There was a metallic clicking sound as the vault door's locking mechanism disengaged.
“Can you not simply buy this fancy prototype online?”
“You and your internet! Some things are best done the old fashioned way, Junior!”
There was another click as the door latch released.
Shego smirked. “Not very good at it are they? Trying to rob a place that's already been hit?”
Kim chucked. “Planning isn't their strong suit.” She pulled Shego up to stand beside her right in front of the opening door. “Put on your hero face, Babe.”
The door swung completely open, revealing an elderly man with a look of eager anticipation on his wrinkled face. His face turned to an expression of shock when he saw them.
Kim stepped into the entrance and gave the man a serious look. “Señor Senior Senior!”
The man recovered his composure and smiled. He made grandiose gestures with his cane as he spoke. “Ah! Kim Possible. My feisty teen nemesis... You complete me!”
Miffed that the old fart hadn't even so much as looked at her, Shego ignited her fists in green, glowing, flames, stepped forward, and sent a blast of superheated fire into the ceiling above the villain's heads. “Don't forget me.”
Completely nonplussed by the show of force, the old man continued to smile. “Well yes, of course. Shego. Word has reached me through the evil grapevine that you had changed allegiances once again.”
Junior Senior crossed his steroid enhanced arms across his broad chest. “Eh, I'm not so good with the faces, but that is one hell of a body.”
Not liking how Junior was ogling her woman, Kim stepped into the corridor. “Surrender Señor Senior... Senior!”
Senior reached into his coat pocket and withdrew a small device with a big red button on it. “I must respectfully decline.” He pushed the button. Jet-packs (that nobody had noticed until that moment) opened on the two villain's backs. “Well played Kim Possible. Well played.” The jets ignited, shooting the father and son villains up toward the hole in the roof. “But the next time... You will not be so lucky.”
Shego shot another blast of flame toward them, but barely missed as they went through the hole.
Senior's voice faded away in the distance. “Until then... Be well!”
Shego let her flames die out. “Dammit! They got away. Good manners though.”
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Ron was still on a villainy high as he watched Drakken dig and pry through the guts of the prototype machine they'd just stolen. He grinned as his blue lover pulled a small cog out of the machine.
Drakken held the tiny piece up in the air. “Now we have everything we need!”
Glancing over at another workbench, Ron eyed the mostly assembled machine this tiny piece would complete. “Are we gonna do it tonight?”
The evil blue villain shook his head. “It will take time to install this, plus more time to calibrate.” He looked up at the clock on the lair's wall. “I'll have it ready by morning. You, my sweet piece of ass, need to be getting to bed. Tomorrow is, after all, a school day!”
He saw Ron start to pout. “Now, now. Don't be that way. I promise I'll use it on you first thing in the morning. Then give you a proper shagging before you head off to get a proper education, essential to a life of well rounded villainy.”
Ron's pout turned into a grin at the promise. Then it turned back into a frown. “This is gonna be great, but what will my 'rents think?”
Drakken started installing the small piece of metal in his almost complete device. He paused at the mention of parents. Even his own mother didn't know of his evil lifestyle. She thought he was a radio talk show doctor. “I'll worry about that too. Now scoot! Off to slumber land with you!”
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Kim giggled at her brothers' discomfort as they ate their breakfast standing up. They wouldn't be going to school today, or sitting for a long time to come. Not with as many stitches as they had in their Rufus ripped assholes. She pushed her empty plate back from the edge of the table. She couldn't wait to try out the enlarged Naked Mole Rat's giant sized fuckstick herself. But that would have to wait. It was time for school. Time to pretend she was just a normal, average, girl.
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Steve Barkin, Vice Principal of Middleton High School, and thanks to an ongoing series of odd occurrences, all around substitute teacher, looked at the clock on the classroom wall. In a few minutes the bell would ring, signaling the start of a new day of learning. He smiled as he felt his cock harden in his pants. Today would see some interesting changes in both the curriculum and staff.
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Standing in front of her open locker, Kim listened as Wade, who was on the screen of the computer on the upper shelf, gave her some bad news.
“There wasn't anything on the security tapes at the research center. No way to tell who actually stole the prototype.”
Kim peeled the wanted poster of Shego off the inside of the locker door. She shoved it under the computer screen, then opened her backpack. “So we have no idea? Do we even know what the thing does?”
“No clue, super top hush-hush secret.” He paused as Kim extracted a large picture from her bag and taped it to the locker door. “Hubba-hubba! Nice photo!”
The teenager grinned as she finished hanging the nude pic of her green lover. It was risky, but as long as she didn't let anyone peek into her locker, she figured she could get away with it. “Well, keep looking Wade.” A bell sounded throughout the crowded hallway. “Time for class. Talk to you later!”
She slammed her locker door shut and turned to head to her homeroom class. As she did, she came face to face with a very familiar face. Her eyes widened as she realized the face sat atop a very unfamiliar body. “Ron!?”
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