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Revelations of Destiny	By : Kellendros Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63461 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Speeding down the highway, Kim found her thoughts wandering as her powerful racing bike chewed up the miles between her and the Middleton airport.

It had been nearly six weeks to the minute since Kim had lost it with Shego in the warehouse, and the young woman had, for the most part, put the incident behind her—or more precisely, crammed it deep down inside where she wouldn’t have to deal with it. Aside from the occasional need to suppress that particular encounter, Kim had actually calmed down quite a bit in the last month and a half, and her home life and school life had improved considerably because of it, becoming far less volatile.

Now that she could talk to her friends about what was going on with her and Corscan, it was a massive release valve for her. All the frustration over—to her—the agonizingly slow pace of her training, her difficulties in coming to grips with “owning her sexuality” as the exotic woman put it, and Corscan’s continued encouragement for occasional third-party participation in the… other, aspects of their relationship could be vented now, and just as importantly, examined and discussed with people who weren’t nearly as wrapped up in the situation—people that she once again knew could be trusted with anything she might tell them; both to keep her secrets and not to judge them.

Though… at times it did seem to her that Ron was particularly… opposed, to her seeing Corscan. It wasn’t that he seemed to have any more issues with her being Gay or anything—they’d smoothed that out weeks ago—but every now and then Kim got the distinct impression that Ron had a real problem with Corscan, though she had no idea why that was. The only time he’d met her they seemed to get along fine, and it didn’t seem like the usual resentment Ron had displayed in the past when it came to the boys she’d been interested in. It was more… focused, the few times Kim had noticed it.

Then again, she might just be imagining it too, because the handful of times she’d become aware of it and tried to call Ron on it, or push him to be more forthcoming about what she thought she was hearing, it just melted away like it never was. It might even be possible she was projecting her own uncertainty over continuing to see Corscan onto Ron.

Kim still wasn’t completely sure why she kept going back to Corscan, day after day, week after week. It wasn’t love; she’d come to terms with the at-the-time hurtful assessment the older woman had made about that, and had—somewhat reluctantly—accepted it as accurate. It also didn’t hurt that that same third-party participation had quickly taught her that Corscan was right; just because someone could make you come didn’t mean there was anything more to it than that.

Of course, it didn’t exactly help either, because Kim still wasn’t sure how comfortable she was with the whole “casual sex” thing. She’d always assumed on an instinctual level that sex and love were intertwined—all those long talks with her mom over what would happen when she “found someone special,” along with the idea that there would have been no other way someone like her dad could have ended up with her mom, had done a lot to shape her expectations she guessed. It was a bit of a shock to find out that she was entirely capable of enjoying herself quite a bit with someone she’d just met that night.

So what was it then? One thing was that she was still practically obsessed with beating the woman in a fight—and not just beating her, but gaining a clear-cut, decisive victory. She didn’t know entirely why that was, since it went beyond her normal competitive drive to be the best she could be, and she really didn’t know why that need had died down somewhat after she had beaten Shego in the warehouse last month, but it was still there. Another thing was the training itself. Corscan’s technique was… scary, in its brutality, but it was also the most effective, efficient fighting style she had ever seen for getting that brutal job done, and Kim wanted to learn every last secret the powerful fighter could impart to her.

There was also the other training; the leadership and strategy tactics she was learning, even the social skills and, as much as she hated to admit it, the “psychological warfare” and mind-games that “owning her sexuality” had taught her. She’d always been confident in most situations before—anything’s possible for a Possible after all—but now… now she had to think about it less, and was less likely to have her insecurities rear their ugly heads looking for suppression. It was the difference between having confidence and being confident Kim supposed, and she knew that the more she learned the things Corscan had to teach, the less often she would have to go looking for her confidence instead of finding it already there waiting for her.

Which was probably the last reason she kept coming back. Corscan radiated confidence, power, and a primal sensuality that Kim found herself longing to have for her own, but more importantly, the company head seemed to instinctively understand her—her need to compete, her need to excel, her need to be the best she could be, no matter how hard she had to try. And because of it, she didn’t hold back; she pushed Kim to be stronger, faster, better in every way that she could. She demanded excellence not as a draconian taskmistress, but rather because she knew that that excellence was within Kim. Kim liked the way Corscan pushed her, even if at times it wasn’t necessarily in a direction she would have chosen on her own.

So, it wasn’t love, and Kim wasn’t even sure it was friendship, because frankly there’d been a few times when she hadn’t particularly liked the woman, but it was definitely something. Respect. Familiarity. Intimacy. Understanding. It was kind of like she was a teacher or a second mom. And with the images that particularly disturbing thought conjured up, Kim shivered violently and gave a long, drawn out “ewww” of disgust while quickly trying to think of anything else besides how in the hell her mind had gone there.

Gunning the engine, Kim sped up a little, seeing that she was running a bit late now with her wandering thoughts. As she accelerated, Kim thought she saw something out of the corner of her left eye, and a few moments later it was confirmed as the wheel of another motorcycle slowly crept into her peripheral field of view.

As more and more of the bike pulled up with her, Kim couldn’t help but take her eyes off the road for a moment to take a look at it—Middleton wasn’t small, but it wasn’t big enough for there to be very many bikes that could match her high-end racing machine either, and she was curious. Even so, she only took a quick glance before looking ahead once more. The green bike and its black-and-green clad rider were hardly worth getting into an accident over.

Wait a minute, black-and-green? Shego! Kim had just enough time for that thought before she was ducking under an emerald-wreathed fist passing through the space her helmet had occupied a second earlier. Even as she tried to swerve away from her attacker, the other woman rose up and lashed out with her leg, not aiming at Kim, but rather kicking hard at the side of her now-inclined bike. Desperately, Kim pulled her leg up and out from under the bike an instant before it tipped over, letting go of the handlebars and hopping onto the frame while hoping for the best.

Whether it was divine intervention or just dumb luck, the toppled bike shrieked up the road in a huge shower of sparks like a surfboard from hell instead of catching the pavement and disintegrating into metallic confetti. Shego sped far out in front of the rapidly decelerating wreck while Kim crouched on the frame and tried her considerable best not to fall off. At this speed, the best that would happen was that she would be so mangled Shego could finish her off with ease. At worst, the other woman wouldn’t need to finish her off.

Kim managed her frantic ride for nearly a hundred and fifty yards before the bike finally stopped beating the odds and caught a dip in the road. Digging into the asphalt, the entire frame flipped up and catapulted her off it like a springboard before whirling down the pavement in a tumbling, fast-disintegrating ball of shattered metal and flame.

Flying through the air, Kim had just enough time to see the ground coming up and tuck-and-roll before she hit. Bouncing and tumbling through the field next to the highway, Kim thanked her lucky stars she had been able to jump off to the side instead of being shot forward by the bike. Even though she was traveling at a much slower speed now, if she had hit asphalt instead of the soft dirt and grass she was rolling in, she would have broken something for sure.

Kim came to a stop against a partial rise and, after a brief moment to determine which way was up, slowly staggered to her feet with a groan. Despite seeming like forever, only twenty seconds had passed since Shego’s attack.

Tearing off her cracked helmet, Kim watched as the landscape around her appeared to lurch violently to the right before snapping back in place over and over again. Even now Kim could hear the sound of Shego’s bike coming back, but fortunately, her years of gymnastics were allowing her to rapidly regain her equilibrium.

Taking stock, Kim discovered that although she was hurting pretty badly from the battering, there didn’t seem to be anything else wrong with her. By the time she struggled out of her jacket and moved away from the rise, Kim could see straight once more—also by that time, Shego had returned.

Pulling up in a skidding u-turn stop, Shego simply dropped her bike on its side and vaulted over it and down into the field. As she landed and Kim got her first real look at her, the young woman was no longer entirely sure it was Shego she was facing.

The outfit was still sectional black-and-green, but the blocks were in a more angular pattern, stretched out like slashes, the finger claws of each glove were done in its alternate color, drawing more attention to them, and her gloves and boots were heavier, done up the side of her calves and forearms with multiple snap-buckles in the alternate color.

The woman filling out the high-collared, one-piece costume was different too. Her arms and shoulders were half again the size of Shego’s, the lines of her abs could clearly be seen through the tight material of the front panel of her suit, and her hips and legs were sharply defined and powerful looking instead of smoothly hourglass shaped.

The overall effect was dangerous and hostile; it practically screamed “Don’t fuck with me!”

Standing upright from her crouch, the woman reached up with both hands and pulled off her helmet, releasing a waterfall of luxuriant dark hair that appeared black with a green sheen. As the woman lowered the helmet in front of her, Kim saw that it really was Shego in there. The face was a little leaner, but there was no mistaking those deep green eyes, the pale tea-green skin, and her full lips, complete with trademark black lipstick.

It was quite the radical change in just six weeks, and Kim couldn’t help but question; “Shego?” incredulously.

“You’re not the only one who can change Princess.” Shego intoned coldly before her hands blossomed with a cloud of lime-green fire. Her arms flexed, and the helmet between her hands splintered apart in a spray of plastic shards. A second later, Shego was charging full tilt across the intervening space between her and Kim, streaming arcs of energy trailing up and down in front of her as she pumped her arms hard for balance.

Falling into her grounded stance, Kim resisted her initial instinct to charge Shego back and meet her halfway. Instead, she let the other woman expend the energy to get to her. In the last instant before Shego was on her, one arm cocking back for her initial swipe, Kim crouched forward deeply on one folded leg and curled her shoulder towards Shego, bracing her arm and letting the bigger woman plow into her. As Shego’s legs impacted and she started to tumble over her, Kim reared up and used her back to flip Shego further away from her.

Twisting her hips and legs, Kim reversed her direction and stance smoothly, just in time to see Shego’s controlled landing on her feet before the woman sprang backwards, twisting in midair to face Kim. As Shego leapt toward her, the only thing that stopped Kim from snapping out a thrust kick to take the woman out of the air was the threat of contact with those blazing hands of hers. Instead, Kim stepped into the attack and threw up a cross block. The impact on her forearm shuddered through her entire body, and Kim was shocked by the power of it.

As Shego continued her attack, Kim fell into a defensive pattern, moving in close to the woman in order to reduce the threat of her glowing hands and long legs. While the blows rained down on her, Kim got her second shock, both from the ferocity of the attack and as Shego started using her knees and elbows as much as Kim was, instead of being hampered by the close fighting like she expected her to be. This was not how Shego usually fought. Then again, if she were fighting like she usually did, the outcome of this encounter would have ended just the same as in the warehouse Kim was sure, new strength or not.

And with that thought, it was like a dam breaking. Every bit of confusion and torment surrounding that night welled up inside of Kim, swirling through her mind and filling her with doubt and pain, tearing away at her focus until she was barely able to maintain a defense, let alone take the initiative. Time and time again regret forced Kim to pass up an opportunity to try and turn a block into a counter. A stab of guilt lanced in whenever she tensed for a strike of her own, and with that hesitation, the moment passed unused.

As the fight dragged on, the flow of battle pushed Kim and Shego in and out of close contact with one another, and both women adjusted their styles accordingly, falling into their old patterns or the new ones as distance allowed. Shego fought with an intense concentration that bordered on the fanatic, and Kim with a desperation that stemmed both from her inner turmoil and from the pressure Shego was putting on her. Neither of them spoke; there was no time for anything but panting breath and the grunt of impact as their brutal dance continued, but Kim kept looking for an opening to speak.

When an exchange of blows at last forced the two apart, Kim was finally able to put a little distance between her and Shego; was finally able to get time to talk to the woman. “Shego, wait! I need to—” Kim was able to get out before the other woman closed in again. One more time, Kim initiated an exchange designed to get distance and pleaded; “Shego! Please—” This time, the older woman cut her off with words before rushing back in. “Just shut up and fight Possible.” Shego said, cold and fierce, before closing once more, ending any further conversation.

A scythe of ice tore through Kim’s heart as Shego threw her words back at her from so many nights ago, the torment more than she would have believed possible. For a brief moment, she actually considered dropping her guard and just letting Shego do whatever she wanted to her. This was wrong. This wasn’t the way it should be between the two of them. And it was all her fault, for what she’d tried to do. For breaking the unspoken understanding they had held between them for a long time now. They fought on opposite sides. They fought to win. At times they had even fought in anger and fury. But they had never truly fought as enemies. Not really. Not until… now. For the first time ever, Kim felt Shego as an enemy… and it hurt.

As Kim faltered, Shego broke through her guard, landing a hard strike to her side and forcing Kim back with a sharp cry as she felt a rib crack under the impact, her arm dropping tight to her side. The sudden lance of pain brought tears to her eyes and cut through the dull haze of despair she was feeling, so that she saw clearly as Shego turned and launched a reverse roundhouse kick at her head.

In slow motion, Kim saw the older woman’s powerful frame flex as she twisted into the move, hair fanning out behind her, a strong leg rising to reap Kim’s unprotected skull. As she watched it come, Kim thought; this is it, just stand here and it’ll all be over.

Time snapped back to full speed as Kim brought her arm back up, teeth clenching in pain from her rib, and caught Shego’s calf and foot on her forearm and shoulder, her whole body skidding back on the grass nearly a foot from the heavy impact.

No goddamnit! I won’t let it end like this! Kim roared out in her head, rushing Shego before the other woman could fully recover from the powerful strike she had made.

Coming in hard and strong, Kim went on the offensive, launching a continuous barrage of attacks to keep Shego off balance. The previous hesitation was gone, replaced by a fierce determination that she was not going to let the other woman win. Not because she had to win. Not because she feared pain or injury. Instead Kim fought because if Shego won, she would never be able to explain to her. Desperation gripped her like nothing she had ever felt before—whatever it took, Kim was going to make Shego understand before this ended.

It took a while for Shego to recover, but the older woman had been uninjured up until this point, and even the repeated strikes she suffered at the hands of the revitalized Kim were nothing compared to the injuries the girl had taken so far. Soon Shego regained her balance with Kim, and both women began striking and defending equally, Shego’s strength and health being matched by sheer willpower and emotional intensity on the part of her younger foe.

The two women fought for an eternity, endless minutes dragging by as they hammered each other with countless blows from nearly every part of their bodies capable of launching them. Sweat plastered Kim’s clothes to her and soaked her hair, while Shego could feel the cool night breeze over every inch of her tight costume as her moisture saturated it completely. Their breath ripped into their lungs like knives as they gulped for air with harsh, ragged panting, and their movements slowed, exertion now required for every blow launched, every block made.

Despite her efforts, Kim could tell that Shego was still better off than her. The other woman had slowed, hurt and tiring, but she was faster than Kim now, and her blows still held considerable strength to them. Kim on the other hand was nearing the point of collapse. Every move she made required an act of will, and every hit she took, blocked or not, felt like a mountain falling on her.

Suddenly, both women were down on the ground grappling with one another. Neither of them knew exactly how it happened; whether it had been a failed attack with one dragging the other down, or simple exhaustion tangling them up and tripping them in a heap, but however it happened it was where they were now.

Shego’s hands blazed as she rolled over and tried to use her superior size and strength to overpower Kim and make contact, but Kim managed to catch her just in time. With Shego’s heavy forearms gripped tightly in her hands, Kim was barely able to keep the lime-green fingers from touching her.

For a moment Kim panicked as she felt Shego’s powerful body pressing against her, struggling to force her arms down further. She was too tired to keep this up, and Shego was much stronger and heavier than she used to be. Then, months of experience training, sparring, and doing… other things, with a woman bigger than both Shego and her put together rose up in her mind, and Kim recovered both her cool and the initiative of the fight.

Kim used every trick she had learned to counter Shego’s size and strength with skill and technique, and soon she had reversed their positions, with her now on top of Shego, bearing down with all her weight and remaining strength in order to try and force the woman’s arms to the ground.

Despite having the superior mounted position, Kim was still being pushed to her limits. She’d tied up Shego’s powerful legs with a grapevine, but she could feel the other woman’s abs flexing rock-hard beneath her as she still managed to buck up her hips a bit, and Kim’s upper body was angled nearly two feet off the ground as she was forced to hold herself clear of Shego’s glowing hands while pushing down and out on her arms.

Kim didn’t know how it started. Maybe it was the familiarity of the position. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was the excitement of danger. Maybe it was subconscious desire. However it came to be, as she panted and grunted with the effort of struggling with the woman beneath her, Kim became aware of the warmth flooding up from the contact with her, counterpoint to the cool night air.

Pressing and squirming against Shego, Kim felt her firm young breasts begin to tighten; nipples rising against the wet fabric of her shirt, while lower, her clit grew harder with each impact of Shego’s bucking. Familiar, tingling warmth kindled deep between her legs and over her breasts, spreading outward through her body like a flush.

Almost against her will, Kim rolled her hips forward with Shego’s next struggle, and the next, and the next, pressing down against her with more than just an effort to counter the motion. As it continued, Kim began thrusting her hips back down against Shego’s even when the woman wasn’t pushing up against her, squeezing her aching clit tightly between them. In a short while, Shego’s movements slowly grew still beneath her as the other woman gradually became aware of the change, and looking into her eyes, Kim saw shock and confusion replace cold intensity in their dark green depths.

Those emotions quickly degenerated into something entirely unreadable as Kim felt Shego’s hips rise once more, tentatively, in response to her motion, and then again, and again, until soon Kim could feel another hardness pressing back up against her own as Shego matched her slow rhythm. Shego’s eyes were almost glazed; her expression was as if she were in a daze, but still Kim didn’t stop—it was like she was outside herself looking down at what she was doing, a surreal fever gripping her.

As her excitement grew, so did the speed of her rocking hips, her curving ass contracting rhythmically as she rubbed up against Shego’s groin, tightly pressing herself against the other woman’s hardness. As Kim’s pleasure mounted, so too did Shego’s strong arms slowly but surely descend, the struggle against Kim melting away in the face of the fervor that now gripped the two women. As she was slowly lowered down, Kim brushed her erect nipples back and forth over Shego’s costumed mounds, eliciting sharp, icy streaks of pleasure until, at last, she was low enough that her weight crushed their firm breasts tightly between one another.

When Shego’s arms finally touched the ground to either side of her head, Kim felt more than heard a soft groan issue forth from beneath her. Slowly, she leaned in further, bending her own arms, until she was nose to nose with Shego. Her deep green eyes filled Kim’s vision while the breath from their soft pants and moans rolled over their faces, hot and damp. As she drank in the gaze of the other woman moving against her, Kim could smell her soft, clean scent mixing with the sweetness of crushed grass, musty dirt, and musky sweat.

A moment later Kim broke her stare with Shego as she leaned in even closer, tilting her head to the side and softly pressing her lips against the other woman’s. Shego responded in kind, her black lips warm and open against Kim’s unpainted ones as the girl gently lipped and tugged at them. After a short time, Kim opened her mouth wider, her soft pink tongue emerging to seek access to Shego’s own velvet serpent.

In that instant, the surreal moment between the two women shattered like glass for Shego…
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