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kImproper Desires:Fetish Fueled	By : catrlgirl Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Kim/Shego Views: 10315 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kim relaxed on the sofa, the smell of her mother’s Italian sausage browning and the sound of the sink rinsing pasta keeping Kim on edge. She was majorly shaken up after her weekend with Ron. After the incident with the camera, Kim had been so awkward around her boyfriend that he had decided to go home early.

Mom, I think I might have a problem. No, she’d just ship you off to a Looney bin. Maybe it was a fluke. Kim shook her head and frowned. She shouldn’t think that way about her mother. Her mother loved her. Her mom would help her. Kim sat up and marched into the kitchen determined.

“Mom,” Kim said, the smells of food wafting around her mothers ponytail.

“Hi, Hun, come to nab tidbits?”

“No, Mom, I … I need to talk to you about something.”
Dr. Anne Possible stopped stirring the sauce and lowered the heat on the sausage before turning around to look at her daughter seated on the table.

“Tell me, Kimmie.”

Kim sighed, mentally torn between relief and fear. “Something happened on my last mission. I saw something and it uhm.”

How do I tell her this? Kim thought as her mother’s expression changed to worry. “It left me feeling kind of off. I know I’m not supposed to feel this way.”

“Kim,” her mother said eyeing Kim warily. “What happened?” Her mother focused in on Kim seeming to sense the young redhead's fear. “Were you hurt?”

“No, nothing like that. I just … uhm.. I saw something that I never expected to see. It got me kind of shaken.”

“Kimmie, you’re human, most people that have seen the things you have couldn’t handle it. Maybe whatever you saw just shook you up so bad you had to feel weird for a while. Talk to me, Bubble Butt.

“Bu.. But,” Kim muttered remembering the way she had felt in the bathroom watching that video. The way she had almost started touching her nipples. She had been planning to show off for Ron and leave him the camera. “I don’t think I can talk about it. It was…”

“Kim,” Anne said, her concern melting into seriousness. “I respect that you can’t tell me everything considering what you do, but you WILL tell me if something is really wrong. No buts and no evasions.”

Kim nodded as her mother turned back around to turn the burner off and remove the sausage.

“I’m not in danger or anything Momma. I’m just… obsessing a little I think.

“My colleague in the psychology department said that after a major shock like this the best thing to do is to get back to routine. Let everything settle. It helps break up obsessive patterns.” That made perfect sense to Kim and she let her head drop into her hand as she leaned on the table.
“I don’t ask this lightly, Kim. This is your chance Kim, IS there anything you need to tell me that you’re not supposed to tell me?”

“No, I guess not. Thanks for the advice mom. I’m just Awk-Weird-ed out by what I saw. I can’t tell you yet. But I think what you said is just what I need.”

Anne nodded, but Kim saw the questions still in her mother’s face. Her mother was scared for her and Kim was honestly a little scared for herself. Shego had killed Hench. Brutally and efficiently. But she had done her part. She had turned over the video information to GJ and they were after Shego.
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Kim took a deep breath as the last bell of the school day sounded. Her mother had been right about getting back to her routine. She was feeling better. Not quite back to normal, but better. She was still on edge. Kim felt it under her skin. But it was better the tension was easing.

“Hey, GF.”

“Hi, MoN. How did you do on the history exam?

“Not only did I beat it. I destroyed it with extreme prejudice. I aced it!”

“Good for you MoN,” Kim said, as her tall fashionista friend gave her a tight, excited hug. “You probably did just as well.”

“Here is my hoping face.” Kim opened her locker as Ron came up behind MoNique.

“Yo, KP, how’s one of the world’s most famous redheads?”

“Busy I’m afraid,” Wade said, as his round face appeared on the screen in Kim’s locker. “You’ve got a mission guys. This one comes straight from the top too.”

“Any news about the video I turned in to GJ, Wade?”

“Sorry, Kim,” Wade said shrugging and taking a sip of his perpetual giant slurp soda. “Still no word on Shego and what happened with Hench.”

“Alright, Wade. Sitch me.” Kim said, plopping her books on the shelf above the screen.

“Looks like we’ve got a problem with Dr. Dementor. GJ is overloaded with other villains. Without Hench, villains are desperate and their code is breaking down big time. Be on your guard. This is going to be nasty.”

Kim nodded and grabbed Ron’s hand pulling him towards the door of the school. MoNique waved as the pair sped down the hall they could already hear the blades of the chopper as they made it out of the door.
Kim enjoyed the deafening roar of the chopper as she pulled her mission shirt over her head. It kept her thoughts focused. It kept her sharp. She was in her element.
She was in mission mode every muscle singing as she mentally prepared for the mission.
The trip went by fast and by the time Kim snapped back to reality when the light came on and the loud buzz of the com system activated.

“We’ve reached drop elevation Miss Possible.”

“Thanks, James,” Kim said, knocking on the thick door of the flying machine separating her from the cockpit. “Ron. You ready?”

“I got your back, KP,” Ron said, that goofy grin sliding from his face. Kim saw the focus wash over him. He had changed a lot recently. He was more focused. He had started taking things a lot more seriously. Kim pushed him towards the door .

“Check your gear, we jump in two Ron.” The blonde boy nodded tightening straps on the back of Kim’s pack and then checking his own. Kim pushed the release button and they were out. Falling. The willing slaves of the law of gravity.

“AGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

Kim grinned as the sound of Ron’s screaming rushed thought the wind whipping at her ears. She decided he hadn’t changed too much at all. He was still Ron. Kim realized here in her element. Doing the right thing. Being a hero. She was Kim and she hadn’t changed either. What she had seen should drive her to be more on her game. To be focused and cautious. She was looking at a whole new level of threat now. Kim pulled her cord and she was ripped up her descent slowing in seconds. Her head reeled and she coasted on the wind towards the island Dementor was using.

She veered into a clearing and came down hard. She detached her chute and heard Ron touch down behind her. He cursed quietly when the lines tangled and he ended up having to pull down his pants to get out of his chute.

“Wade you got us a way in?” Kim asked into her speaker.

“No can do Kim. This isn’t a HenchCo lair. Can’t find a blueprint for it. You’re on your own.”

Kim heard the disappointment in Wade's voice over their connection.
It turned out getting in wasn’t all that difficult at all.

“Ron.” Kim pointed to a skylight over one of the larger sections of the lair.

“Got it KP. We do this the old fashioned way. Crash the party.”
Kim rolled from out of the bush and already her grappler was aimed and she was firing. She hit the ceiling with an angry thud. Ron came flying up after her rolling smoothly as the glowing staff shrank again.

“I’m still not used to that,” Kim muttered. She pulled back her focus and held up three fingers and the mini-blast chargers she pulled out from her belt. Ron nodded covering his ears and taking a step back. Kim did a slick rolling tumble after she set the chargers.

The blast served it's purpose. It gave them shock value and sent the skylight shattering down on top of the room.

“MEIN WORK!!” The heavy accented voice of the mad scientist pulled both teen heroes into the moment. “ATTACK!!! ATTACK!!”

Both the blonde and the redhead processed the situation instantly and moved. Ron took off after the fleeing scientist as the room was swarmed with goons. He was closer and the goons weren’t coming from the exit the helmeted megalomaniac had just run towards. Kim nodded and dropped into her stance. She needed to keep them off of Ron long enough for him to get Dr. Dementor.

Kim rolled her shoulders and mentally said. ‘No Big.’

The first goon that hit her would quickly wish he hadn’t been quite so fast. He came at her spinning a thick staff. Kim ducked and defelcted the blow sending the staff snapping back around harmlessly. Then she sent her fist slamming into his gut and followed that momentum with a powerful spinning kick combo. She felt them connect one after another. Felt their skin and bone and muscle bend under the force of her strikes. And she liked it.

Kim didn't see the grin spreading on her face as she sent he foot slamming into that goons jaw. She pretended she didn't feel the rush as she felt his bones crack. Just adrenaline. Just a fight high. Just her finally being back on her game after a few days of weirdness. That’s all it was. But Kim had never fought like that before. She had always been one to incapacitate. Quick sleek and fast just enough to get to the big problem. But no now she stayed and fought and Ron was off to handle the big problem. She was fighting and defending his exit.

The next goon flinched when he saw the other one crumple into a heap. He saw Kim’s lip twitch into a glowing smile. Kim lanced her foot into the goon and sent him rolling out of the way. He might have groaned if his broken rib wasn’t compressing a lung. She leapt taking the moment of hesitation to press her advantage. Vicious. That was the word to describe the way Kim sent her foot into that jaw. He shook his head and retaliated with the staff. Kim took the hit and winced. Then she slid under his next arcing attack. And bent his elbow up with a harsh slam until she hear it snap and he dropped the staff clutching his shattered arm. Then she twirled knocking him back with a heavy elbow fist combo. She picked up the staff. The way she gripped it escaped her notice. The way she wielded it to shatter bone and crush heads and throats never made it through Kim’s hyper zone of bliss as she fought. Then another goon fell still and silent after both of her stolen staffs had come crashing into his spine followed by Kim’s knee to his chest. The second staff had come from the big goon who was currently bleeding from his mouth with his leg bet at an awkward backwards angle.

Her face had turned red and her breathing was hitched from more than the fighting. She grinned when the last screamed. The staff had shattered his forearm and he stumbled backwards trying ot avoid those lashing metal staffs. He clutched it and moved past the pain avoiding Kim’s fast swipes. Kim span one of the staffs and sent it arching over his head. The last goon ran his arm hanging limp at his side. Kim sighed and rolled her shoulders. None of them were getting back up. She let her back press against a beam as she heard the alarms sounding from the other side of the lair. It felt so good to let loose. It felt amazing to be Kim again. Soooo good to actually fight. She normally only felt like this when she fought Shego. She was normally careful with the goons. Kim stretched and felt her nipples graze nicely against her tight shirt. Kim felt her muscles burning and oh so nearly satisfied from the action. She still could hear the sounds of those bones snapping in her ears as those heavy staffs had shattered them. She purred quietly rolling her neck. Ah it was good to be on the top of her game. Ron had set off the alarms and initiated shutdown. He had put Dr. Dementor out of his misery. Kim saw it in her partner's eyes when he came back dragging the unconscious scientist behind him. Fear. Fear and astonishment.

"K...KP," what did you do to them?" The goons lay broken and battered around Kim as she leaned against a wall glowing in the carnage. She had never done anything like it before. Maimed and beaten to broken shells the goons littered the floor and Kim twirled one of their staffs in her hands humming.

"Nothing, Ron. Geez you look seriously squicked. I just beat them down. They won't be bothering us again.” Kim shrugged and smiled as she rolled her shoulders again. She felt great. Better than she had in a while. Her mother was right. Getting back to the routine had put her back on top. "You did great, Ron let's get out of here. You hit the shutdown, right?"

"Yup. Wade has the pickup ready and GJ is already en route for the pick-up. He's out cold, he’ll be in GJ Max security lockdown when he wakes up.”

“Better than he deserves. Let's go. We can still make it home in time for a late dinner."
Ron winced as he followed the bouncing redhead picking her way over the dropped enemies. Some of the moaned and twitched others didn't. Kim was a step below humming with her excitement. Her heart was pounding and her ears rang in the plane on their way home. Ron dozed fitfully in the seat next to her and Kim pouted. All alone in the back of the private plane with the pilot deaf to them by his headphones and the thick cockpit door. No one else was here. Her body hummed. Every muscle sang with need. Should she wake Ron and suggest some fun? She looked over to the bathroom door. She could just go to the bathroom. Yeah. That is what she should do. No need ot bother him. She had been demanding lately. And Ron was working so hard to keep himself on game with his new monkey magic. And she knew what she wanted right now. Might as well take matters into her own hands.
Kim stood up and headed back towards the bathroom. It wasn’t the type of need she was used too. It wasn’t that throbbing almost ache of arousal she was expecting. It was the high of being so nearly satisfied. It was about her body knowing there was more and her wanting it. It was deep and dark and delicious the way she felt.
Kim locked the quiet jet bathroom door and flipped down the lid. She pulled off her shirt, taking the comfortable sports bra with it. She relaxed plopping tweaking one of her nipples roughly giving it a nice hard pinch. She felt the pressure from the just shy of painful pinches. She bit her lip at the intensity. She flicked her hands over her nipples again and pinched one violently and shuddered. It swelled in her hand from the abuse. She used her one free hand to pull down her tight mission paints. No worries about being bothered. Nothing but the sensation as Kim’s pants and her panties hit the floor. It started slowly. Kim relaxing and teasing herself with slow rolls of her fingers over her nipple and her pink petals. That was always what she had called them. But it didn’t last. It didn’t feel right. The gentle teasing ended with Kim twisting one of her nipples again and purring at the feeling. She wanted more. She flicked her finger over her rapidly swelling clit and arched slightly. She kept tapping that button furiously and her nipple was bruised and swollen from the rough treatment and she licked her lips and let her mind wander. Images flashed behind her green eyes. The staff smashing across the back of that goon she had battered. The way the first one had crumpled. Folding like a lawn chair. And the way it had felt for her boot to connect with his body on the floor.
Kim twitched and scissored her throbbing clit between two fingers and let her other hand slide down to roll along her thighs. AHhh.

She moaned quietly in the empty bathroom. Far too far into the moment to consider what the images were Kim just sped up. Feeling her pleasure build as the images got more graphic in her mind.
Kim saw Jack Hench bleeding on the floor and Shego’s boot crushing his throat and she bent her back calling on years of flexibility Rolling up she let her pinky slide over her ass. Should she do it? The pleasure called. The feeling of being stretched added to the sharp electric pleasure of abusing her clit. Images of violence filled Kim’s head as she worked her pussy violently. The pinky inching into her ass, slowly making her chew her tongue to stifle a hiss.
Faster and faster as her eyes closed and sounds of crunching and snapping replaced the sounds of moans and the slap of flesh on flesh.

It’s a cutthroat business, Jack.

Was the last thing Kim heard in her fantasy as she came ferociously. Arching her back unnaturally with nearly her whole hand buried in her pussy and a finger up her ass she nearly screamed at the intensity of her orgasm. Her tongue dragged out off her mouth as she came down panting. She kept pumping her clit for more. Why did she still want more? She needed something. Her body, her mind was calling for something and she was afraid. Kim was oh so satisfied More and more pleasure riding the waves of her orgasm she didn’t stop she kept seeing it. And she kept hearing that husky voice repeating that line as she saw a boot crush that throat only this time it wasn’t Shego’s black boot. It was her own heavier one. The same one she had sent crashing into the goons she couldn’t stop. Faster and faster she stroked herself building up another explosive orgasm. She slid another finger in her ass as she saw Shego’ gloves replaced by her own fist. And finally she collapsed twitching in rapture. The fear would set in once the bliss passed her fingers absently twitched in her as her mind seemed to drop back into her body from somewhere very far away.

What had she just done?
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