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Bitch Taming	By : MistressCat Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 18978 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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In the two years after the “Graduation Event” things had changed in the tri-state area, some for the better, but many for the worst. Technology had taken a drastic leap forward as they had been able to study the wildly advanced alien machined. However, hundreds of thousands of people had been left homeless or critically injured. So of course relief efforts were still at an all-time high. Criminals of extreme skill had been offered pardons and service awards for aiding in the relief efforts. Many a super villain had been given a lifetime probation period with near constant supervision. Shego was one such villain. Kim Possible was one such agent and relief worker. So it should come as no surprise when she slammed the door to the apartment she shared with Shego on her way in after a long day in the field the green woman merely raised an eyebrow.
“DAMN HER!!”
“What’s eating you, Princess?” Shego knew the expletive was a sure symptom of extreme stress in the redhead she had been living with for now close to two years. She had learned many things about the girl. A side effect of close proximity.
“Bonnie,” Kim hissed. Shego cocked her head quizzically and searched her memory.
"Wait? The brunette you used to cheer lead with?"
“Yeah, her.” Kim seethed as she plopped onto the couch. “She's so smug. She's so high and mighty little twat.”
“ Okay. Pardon my confusion but you graduated years ago. What does she have to do with anything? I can’t imagine you, y’know running in the same circles anymore.” Shego sensed the fumes radiating off of her roommate and parole officer.
“Her family is apparently head of one of the destruction relief segments and she made my day a living hell.”
“What? She's still got her panties in a bunch over you? Talk about a grudge,” Shego said snickering.
“This. Is. Not. Funny. Shego.” Kim's words were punctuated by the violent twitch in her right eye and the way she was gripping one of the pillows from the couch with murderous intent.
"Okay, calm down. Give me the pillow and take yourself a nap, Kimmie. I like that pillow and I see it exploding from the force of your hatred. I'm going to go out and give you some space while you cool off. I can see the smoke coming out of your ears.”
“Fine. Be back by curfew,” Kim said handing over the pillow before it combusted.
“I know I know. In before midnight.” It had taken the better part of their first year together for Shego to earn the privilege of unsupervised outings. It was one she was not in any hurry to jeopardize. It was right up there with the privilege of having unscheduled guests. The tall green reformed mercenary considered what she could do with the time. It was early. Well for her early. She checked her watch and shrugged. It was 9:30 plenty of time to disappear and let Kim take a nice hot bath or gorge herself on pasta. A nice walk and a drink or two that was how she intended to end her evening.
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“Oh, yeah little sister. You're so bright," Lonnie sneered from the doorway. "You're so talented. You're so talented no one notices your stupid fat ass.”
"Eat me, Lonnie," Bonnie hissed hopping off of her bed and flipping her middle finger at her older sister.
"Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you? Me and Connie know your nasty secret, dyke. You're nothing but a failure."
"Fuck off, Bitch. Do you have to make my life hell every day?" Bonnie poked her sister in the chest with a finger as she spat the words in her face. “I can't deal with you and your crap. Get out of my room and my hair.” Bonnie slammed her door in Lonnie's face.
"I'm sure Daddy will be so proud of you failing again. You're going to miss your quota with the relief efforts. Won't that be wonderful? Just keep on giving Daddy reasons to be ashamed of you. Just like you’ve been doing your whole life, Bon Bon. Think of all that money he wasted on you. Flunking out of private school. Going to summer school in that shit-hole Middleton high."
"Shut up! Shut UP!! SHUT UP!!!"
Bonnie couldn't take it. She wouldn't take it. She slid down her door crying and fuming. Oh she wished she could shove her smarmy blond sister's face into the ground and just let her choke. What was wrong with them? She tried so hard. She worked hard. She put more effort into everything she did than they ever had. Just like Kim. They were just better. They made better grades sleeping in class than she did with four hours of studying a night. They danced better than she did even when she had worked her feet to bleeding stubs in the practice hall for hours and hours. Kim had been a hero and still made perfect scores. Why did the world hate her?
“I need to go out. I need to get over this."
Bonnie got up and swaggered over to her computer. No one knew about it. It was her sanctuary. It was her blog.
Bon Bon's break down on.... Bitches.
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It was really by accident that Shego found it. She had been trying to find more information on the girl who had left Kimmie so pissed after work. Her curiosity had led to her walking right past the hole in the wall bar three streets. Instead she had headed to the coffee house across the park. The one with computers along the wall. She did not know why it didn’t just call itself an internet café. Her parole required her not to break the law.... but doing a little harmless… research wasn’t illegal. And if Bonnie just so happened to end up with some minor burns, then that was just so much the better.
She had ended up reading the entire blog. Fortunately for Shego the blog was mostly made up of re-blogged photos and vulgar paragraphs she called breakdowns. It was fast but fascinating reading. There was no way this wasn’t the girl. There was no way. It was too big of a coincidence. The girl had issues. And she knew just how to get even with her for Kimmie. Shego knew what she was seeing and she knew exactly how to take advantage of it.
“Her sisters are some kind of ...” Shego stopped as she read the name of a club in Upperton. I think I'm going to pay this place a visit and see if Miss Bon Bon is going out tonight. Shego knew it was too much to hope for the girl to show up at the Upperton lesbian club but she was there. It was a nice place she had to admit. Great music, good drinks, and hott bodies abounded. Shego scoped the dance-floor and watched the very toned bottoms and long legs gyrate. This would be fun. Shego missed being able to tease Kimmie but this bonnie girl would be a close second maybe if she was near as rough as Kim made her sound. However luck was with the green parolee. She saw Bonnie dry humping a skinny blonde girl with pigtails. The blonde girl was sucking at Bonnie's throat and Shego watched.
Let's see what makes you tick? How do you get under Kimmie's skin so easily? That's my job.
The blonde girls studded leather outfit looked painted on. She had handcuffs hanging from her belt as she made Bonnie shudder on the dance floor. Those pale hands slid under Bonnie's ridiculously short dress and Bonnie had her tongue battling with Ms. Handcuffs.
Ohh, kinky. Shego thought as she observed the girl absently. At least it was entertainment while she let Kim sleep off her rage. Why are you with Ms. Handcuffs? Where are all your friends? The fact that the girl was here at the club alone was obvious to Shego. No one was watching her but the pale green woman at the bar bobbing in time to the heavy bass. When the blonde whispered into her ear and tried to lead her away Bonnie didn't leave her to go find friends. She headed for the bar after turning down Ms. Handcuffs. She was highly pissed and instantly was heading for another curvy little black woman with her friends when Bonnie left.
Bonnie cocked her hip under the bright lights, wiping the sweat from her face. Her head bobbed in time to the heavy bass and she swayed in time to the music. Her walk was slightly off kilter as she grinned. This place was amazing. No one knew about it. None of her friends. Her sisters. No Risk at all. No trouble. It smelled like sex and the lights made her feel high. The club seemed to spin. Oh she wished she could have found the courage to take that blonde's offer... but she didn't. She knew somehow it wouldn't work out. Bonnie made her way off the dance floor as a bead of sweat slid down her cleavage revealed by the deep V-neck of her micro mini dress. Bonnie was panting when she hit the barstool.
“Rum and coke.”
“One on the house for you, sexy” the bartender said as she winked at Bonnie.
"Hi."
Bonnie turned around at the sultry voice beckoning her above the thrumming of the music. Deep unnaturally green eyes met with her light aqua.
“Hey,” Bonnie said turning away without the slightest flinch. That was refreshing Shego mused silently.
“You know, Kimmie, right?"
“Yeah,” Bonnie sneered. She finally looked at Shego and blinked awkwardly. "Yeah, I know that uppity show-off superior skank bitch."
"Oh, you do, do you," Shego said trailing a finger along Bonnie's face. "You called her superior. You're right she is. She saved the world from the lowardians. I was there.”
"Yeah, I know. You can go hump her if you want. She's nothing special. I went to high school with her. She just wants attention because no one cares about her. Know what. She ended up working for me today with the repairs of some of the alien tech we're retrofitting."
Shego shrugged and stood up preparing to leave Bonnie with her drink.
Make her follow you. You know she will. She's too needy to ignore someone walking away from her. That was the one thing made clear in Bonnie's blog. She craved attention. She wanted to feel important more than anything else.
“Where are you going? Can’t handle me telling you the truth about Ms. Hero?” Shego took another step and then she had her. Bonnie got off the barstool holding her drink and followed her.
"I can smell it on you, you know, you want Kimmie.”
"The hell?" The music changed getting faster and more frantic as Bonnie followed Shego down the line of barstools to the wall near the bathroom. Shego whirled around pulling Bonnie to trap her against the wall.
"I've been watching you tonight. I watched you troll the queer bar for a rush. Looking at the leather and waiting for someone to make the mistake of hitting on you. You don't know what you're getting into. I think you're the one that deserves to be called a bitch."
"WHAT!?" Bonnie hissed pushing away Shego's hand. "No. I don't care how sexy you think you are, whore," Bonnie said. "No one calls me a Bitch."
"What about your sisters? What about your brainy sister Lonnie? Or how about the one you were never quite as pretty as, Connie?” The look of stupefication on her face was rather amusing to Shego. “Oh please. Here’s a tip, Bon Bon. If you want to have secrets, don’t spread your business on your damn blog.” Shego had bonnie trapped between her body and the wall. “You want to know why your daddy never hugs you, Bitch? You want to know what I think?"
“Why the hell do I care what you think!?” Bonnie's yell was drowned out by the bass and the screaming of the speakers. Shego's grin was hidden by the strobe lights as she leaned in close to Bonnie's ear.
“Because,” Shego said against Bonnie's ear. “Just like your sisters I'm better than you and that gets you wet. You care what I say because you want me to control you, don't you? I think you like it. I think you want to be someone's bitch? It's all you know, isn't it? That’s why you care what I think.”
Shego grinned. How was she this good? It all made perfect sense. It all fell into place instantly.
"You don't know shit!"
"Oh I don't?" the plan ran through Shego's mind in crystal clear clarity. She knew she was on the right track the way the little brunette was acting led her to that. It would take a lot more surveillance but she was an expert at that.
"No! You don't!"
"Prove it. I got this nice little place set up by Upperton Parkway. It's a loft by the lake. I'll be there every night after seven o' clock. Come by and see if you break. I promise.," Shego said her dark lips curving in just the right way. "I only bite when I'm asked too."
Shego pushed Bonnie away and held out a cell phone. It was a sleek smartphone.
"I don't need this anyway. Call speed dial three if you decide to stand up and stop being in denial."
She knew she couldn't push more. She knew she needed to leave before she scared snarky little former cheerleader away.
"I'll be waiting for your call.
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Bonnie came stumbling into the house. She swayed drunkenly, giggling. She burped and stifled ridiculous bubbling laughter as she tried to kick of her shoes. The curvy latina fell against a wall and slid down it as a wave of nausea hit.
"Bonnie, I should have known." The giddy stupid high of the alcohol and the night of dancing instantly crashed as her father's voice cut though her buzz. "Must you endlessly dissatisfy me with your failures?"
"Yes!" Bonnie snarled as she swiped at her father futilely as he tried to drag her from the floor. “Guess where I was daddy?" Bonnie spat her liquor soiled breath at her father. "I was at a club. I got drunk and I was gonna' go fuck but I came home. Ain't you proud of me? I’m not a whore like my sisters. I have standards.”
"How dare you speak to your father that way," Mr. Rockwaller said. He slapped Bonnie. It was just a stinging bracing hit meant to shock. "Did that sober you up, Bonnie? I never had this trouble with your sisters. GO! Go to your room! You will never amount to anything. Your mother coddled you so and ruined your potential. You will come out when you are sober and more respectful.”
The cell phone rested between her breasts where she had shoved it before she had downed five shots and wasted several hours dancing. Bonnie fell into her bed. Seeing how pissed her father was made her feel good. The old bastard needed to be pissed for the way he ignored her. For the way he always made her feel inferior. How dare that slut insinuate she liked it. "Stupid.... c.. cun..." Bonnie passed out easily snoring on her bed.
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Shego saw that Kim looked better as she sat at the breakfast table. "The long sleep help, Kimmie?"
“Yeah, I'll be fine if I don't have to work with the sector Bonnie is a part of. Sorry I was so pissed. She really made my life horrible for about six years. We met in middle school. It wasn't a good relationship.”
“Yeah, doy. I figured that. Now tell me everything you know about her. It'll make you feel better.”
And it will make what I am going to do that much easier.
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