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A Birthday Wish	By : eoraptor Category: Kim Possible > General Views: 26685 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Kim sighed as she strode down the hall. It was a rare day that she was free and clear for many hours, but today was the day the masons were working on the family house, and fortunately for her, nowhere among her myriad talents was setting or grouting tile.
And since she had no Ron to talk to… ever again; and no school, and no job, she figured she could drop in on Monique. She raised her hand to the door to Mo’s apartment, and was about to knock. Her hand was an inch from the door’s surface when she heard it. A sharp squeal erupted from inside the apartment, followed by the sound of flesh striking flesh. Then she heard the unmistakable husky tone of Shego’s voice demanding surrender.
Shego! She had gone back on her word! She had betrayed Kim, and the rest of the world! She was a villain again! And she was inside Monique’s apartment, wreaking her barely restrained vengeance on one of Kim’s friends!
All this flashed through Kim’s mind in a fraction of a second. In the next half of a second, Kim’s leg shot up, and with power belying her size, she slammed it into the door just above the knob, shattering the wood frame and blasting the deadbolt and chain free of their fasteners.
Rolling in, ducking any incoming plasma, Kim scanned the living-room of the small apartment with hard green eyes. Seeing nothing, she was up and running. In three paces she’d reached the closed bedroom door.
Another explosive kick, and the much thinner wood of the bedroom door shattered in a cascade of splinters. Kim dove through the air and landed on the opposite side of the small room, springing to her feet, fists at the ready. “Shego!”
“Kimmie!” the green skinned woman gasped, yanking a bed sheet around her utterly naked body in an uncharacteristic display of modesty.
She stood to one side of the bed, her hand poised in the air to strike, but not at Kim. In front of her, wearing only a pair of white stockings and displaying a set of very red ass cheeks, lay Monique. She lay half across the bed with her knees on the floor, seemingly holding on to the opposite end of the mattress, as she stared wide-eyed at the red-headed juggernaut who had just erupted into her very locked bedroom.
Since Shego had seized the bed sheet, she had nothing immediately at hand to cover herself, and after a boggled moment she scrambled over the bed, grabbed the green bathrobe at the other side, and pulled it over herself haphazardly. A second after that, she scrabbled at the bed sheets again, hurling the sex toy sitting there into the closet with a noticeable thumb. Apparently, it was a very substantial one.
Kim, for her part, was just catching up with reality. The red fog of anger and adrenaline slowly gave way to utter confusion as she processed the scene before her, particularly the massive dildo that had just been lying prominently on Monique’s caramel colored bed sheets. Never before had Kim cursed her photographic memory, but now she had a very real image of exactly what her best female friend liked; and it was a ten inch long black rubber cock, three inches around, and liberally coated in KY jelly.
Gasping, pinching the bridge of her nose as the universe conspired to give her a sudden migraine atop of everything else, Kim growled. After a long moment she shook her head. Eyes still slammed closed, she carefully made her way around where she remembered the edge of the bed to be.
“I’m going to be in the living room. When the real Monique Benois comes home, please tell her to meet me there.” She paused at the edge of the destroyed door, still not opening her eyes, and muttered, “And please open a window? I can’t stand that… smell…”
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About ten minutes later, dressed in a pair of black sweats and an old Mad Dogs sweat shirt, Monique contritely made her way out of the bedroom. Sighing, she folded her hands before her and stood in front of Kim.
Kim looked up, eyes bloodshot and weary, and groaned. She looked passed Mo to the bedroom, which was plainly visible beyond the quarter of wooden door still impotently swinging from one hinge. After assuring herself that her nemesis would not emerge, she returned her gaze to her friend.
“Gonna sit down and explain?”
Biting her lower lip, Monique sighed and looked down, “Sitting down… kinda not an option right now, Kim.”
Noting the twitch in Monique’s hips, Kim gave a pained groan and smacked her face in to her palm. Looking out between her and mumbling into her palm, “How long?”
“Promise not to yell?” the darker girl winced at her unusually pale Irish friend.
“How. Long. Monique? Unless you really want me to believe you let anyone you meet just do… that… to you on the first date.” Kim made a put-upon face and groaned into her palm again, still eyeing Mo.
“Promise no-,”
“I PROMISE-,” Kim grit her teeth softly and made an effort to lower her voice. “I promise not to yell or scream.”
“A year… When you were chasing Ron all over the world after the levitating catsup incident. She came to a rave I was hosting and we just… clicked.” Monique fidgeted, her fingers playing with the tails of her sweat shirt as she shifted from foot to foot.
Kim eyed her for a moment longer and finally sighed heavily, sitting back and shaking her head. “A year. A fucking year… with my worst enemy-,”
“Best enemy!” came a call from the bedroom.
“Shut up before I throw you out that fucking window!” Kim yelled hotly, before dragging a hand down her face and trying to get control of herself again. She looked up at Monique tiredly, “A year with her, when she was still a hardened criminal, behind my back?”
“Kim!” Monique whimpered. She was shocked by the language, but under the circumstances, this would be given a pass. “I… We… It’s just that…”
Faltering, the dark girl sighed, and sat down next to Kim, trying to suppress her wince. “Yes… okay? Shego and I messed around together behind your back for a year. And yes, she was a hardened criminal then. At first, it was just a wild time. Let’s face it… you may be the incredible Kim Possible, but your world is pretty vanilla.”
Frowning, Kim watched Monique as she spoke, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Finally, she asked for it. “So when did it become more than just messing around?”
“I don’t know…” She huffed. “I know that, when I heard you’d kicked her off the sixth story of a building in New Mexico and she was in a hospital, that I realized it ~was~ more.”
Looking to Kim for understanding, she got only an unreadable expression. “Look. Kim. It’s not like I WANTED to hide all this from you… but you said it yourself. She was a wanted felon. I was not going to hand my girlfriend over to you just because of that.”
“Just because she was a dangerous felon bent on world domination… no…” Kim snorted bitterly.
“Paid for world domination,” came another yell from the bedroom, “I only ever wanted eastern Australia!”
Kim grit her teeth, and fought the urge to march in there and make good on her threat. She was afraid of what she might see though, so she remained on the couch.
Monique sighed contritely and patted Kim’s hand, “Look, for what it’s worth, she’s become a better person. You know that, right? She saved you from that alien bitch twice, and there was the whole Miss Go thing?”
“You really want me to believe she came to Middleton for…” Kim growled and pinched the bridge of her nose, sniffing back some headache-induced snot. “No… Let’s start simpler. Do you really think she was changing, then?”
“I do.” The black girl nodded resolutely. “She put up with her brothers for you, you know. And she didn’t kill Ron when she had the chance, more than once.”
“I wish she had,” Kim growled low, before sighing at herself. She fought back the fog of irrational betrayal and tried to be reasonable. Looking up at Monique, she rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands. “The beating she was giving your ass?”
Monique’s cheeks turned a dusky color and she laughed softly, “Like I said, Kim, you’re pretty vanilla. I like my… lovers… to be a bit more colorful. Hell, you should have seen Brick’s face when I introdu-,”
“Ah-bu-bu-bu-bu…” Shego cautioned as she stepped down the hall with a dustpan full of splinters, “Let’s ~not~ disturb pumpkin with the more debauched side of our escapades, huh Mocha? I think she’s having a hard enough time processing this.”
Kim couldn’t believe she was actually thanking Shego for being discreet. Looking between the two of them, she finally sighed with resignation. “I guess this explains the green bathrobe that doesn’t match any of your pajamas, and that green Legg’s Egg in your locker.”
Monique laughed softly and leaned over, hugging Kim. “See, if you’d been paying attention, you’d have noticed that stuff a LOT sooner girlfriend. Now, are we cool? Shego’s all legal, and if you haven’t noticed, she’s been behaving very well this month.”
Kim looked to Shego, and her lips quirked with a smirk, “So that’s why you were spanking her, and not the other way around? No punishment for Sheegy-weegy today?”
Shego sputtered, and made a show of emptying the dust pan before retreating to the bedroom, unable to respond.
Turning back to Monique, Kim shook her head. “Does she live here?”
“In this roach motel? Fuck no!” came yet another cry from the bedroom. Monique picked up a hard rubber ball from the table and winged it at the bedroom wall. The loud thunk apparently got Shego to behave or something, because no further protests were forthcoming.
“That’s the problem with dating an ex villain… some of those felony habits, LIKE EVESDROPPING,” her voice rose a moment before returning to normal, “are hard to break. But no, she has a cabin out in the foothills. Um… She did ask me to move in a week ago, but then this crap with you and baby boy went down, and that’s kina on the back burner now.”
“Monique!” Kim yelped, and hugged her friend for her loyalty. Sitting back finally, and trying to digest all this new info, Kim chewed her lower lip. “So… Um… how long have you been… bisexual?”
“I’m PANsexual, baby girl.” Monique smiled easily. And I always have been. I just didn’t know it till I hooked up with Mean and Green in there. She really opened up my eyes to some stuff about me.”
“Always?” Kim squeaked weakly. She’d never been hugely comfortable around differently sexual people, and she tried to suppress that impulse now.
“Yes, Always. Don’t worry Kimmie cat. I knew about five minutes after I met you that you wouldn’t go that way. Even if I would love to invite you to.” She let go Kim’s hand as she felt the redhead getting uncomfortable.
Kim didn’t know whether to blush or to run away screaming, so she opted to just ask a question and deflect attention from her status with Mo. “So, um, when you and Brick Flagg left Prom together?”
Monique laughed softly and shook her head, “Are you asking if it went anywhere?”
“Um, actually, I’m asking because you said that you realized what you wanted to be with Shego shortly after… but… um… yeah?” She eyed her apparently wilder friend cautiously.
She smiled and nodded, “I love that memory of yours… Yes, Brick and I played around. He was a little confused at first, but a lot of fun to train and very eager to please. Shego and I even shared him a few times…”
“I… um… bet he liked that.” Kim blinked and supplied weakly.
Laughing softly, Monique shook her head. “Let’s just say, the boy didn’t understand why he liked dating Bonnie so well until I was through with him. And yes, he got to live out several variations of every boy’s wildest dreams before he left for college.”
“Can we change the topic now?” Kim whimpered slightly.
“Yeah… How about, when are you going to talk to Ron?”
“When hell freezes over.” She growled, the trepidation in her voce giving way to cold bitterness.
“Man, we really need to get you put back together boo. You’re so wound up you’re even cursing.” She rubbed Kim’s shoulder softly, frowning at the redhead.
“Fine… I’ll talk to him when he admits he’s a complete manwhore who doesn’t deserve to be in the same room with decent folk, and that he’s lucky I didn’t call Global and have him brought up on class one sex offended charges.”
Sighing heavily, Monique tugged Kim over to her, and eventually forced her to rest against back of the couch. “Yeah… Bitter much? I think if I tug your nipples, I’m gonna get lemonade out of you.”
Kim scowled and sighed. “Sorry, I shouldn’t take his nastiness out on you. It’s just…”
“That you love him, but you can’t figure out how to forgive him for what he did.” Monique sighed and nodded.
Kim looked up at her, a bit wide eyed. “Okay, you’re like, two months younger than me, when did you turn into a syndicated voice for Sex talk with Sue?”
Laughing softly, Monique shrugged. “Let’s just say, hitting some of the clubs my girlfriend goes to can be a real education. So… now, about Ron…”
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