Gift Wrapped

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Deep within the bowels of his not-so-secret lair, Dr. Drakken finds himself sprawled out on the floor of his lounge, wrapping Christmas presents. His face scrunched up in an irritated scowl, it's not that he hates wrapping presents...no, he absolutely loathes, abhors, and despises the task. If tradition didn't dictate otherwise, he would quite happily throw all of his gifts into old, paper grocery bags and be done with it.

The clicking of high heels echoing down the corridor is a welcome distraction, Drakken looks up with a grin, calling out to the unseen individual.

Drew: Shego, is that you? Can you stop by the kitchen and fix me a mug of coco-mo? Pleeease?

The clicking stops.

Drew: Oooo! With those little marshmallows this time?

After a familiar-sounding groan, the clicking resumes, the sound fading in the opposite direction.

Drew: Thank you, Shego.

Moments later, having chucked his last gift beneath the lair's not-so-meager, twelve-foot-tall Christmas tree, Drakken looks up to see Shego standing in the doorway. She can't help it... The raven-haired woman bursts out laughing, nearly spilling the mug of scalding liquid onto herself in the process. Drakken wrinkles his nose, glaring at the guffawing woman, knowing full well what she's cackling at. From head to toe, he's covered in bits of wrapping paper, tape, and ribbon...a single stick-on bow stuck to the side of his head.

Drew: That's right, yuck it up, woman. You know how much I hate gift wrapping.

Drakken rolls his eyes and sighs, shaking his head at the sight before him.

Drew: ...and would you pleeeease go put some clothes on?

The villainess strides across the room, her chuckles tapering off as she nears the blue villain. Aside from a pair of patent leather stilettos and a red Santa's cap, she's completely naked.

Shego: Ohhh, puh-leeease. Stop being such a prude. All of the henchmen are on vacation, so it's just you and me here for the holidays.
Drew: Oh, like that would stop you from gallivanting around here all but buck-naked any other time of the year?

Shego stares up at the ceiling, tapping an index finger against her lips in faux contemplation, then dismissively goes back to what she was doing.

Shego: Nope. Probably not.

Grinning at the blue villain, she hands him a mug of hot chocolate and then sits down on the floor beside him. Shego looks around the room, pooching out her lower lip out while nodding her head, thoroughly impressed by what she sees. A fully decked out tree, garland, wreathes, and every little holiday-themed knickknack you could imagine... For someone who absolutely hates wrapping presents, Drakken does have a passion (of sorts) for holiday decorating.

Shego: (pointing up at the tree) The hand grenades for Christmas ornaments are a nice touch.
Drew: Yeeeah, I couldn't find any of those little, black bombs this year.
Shego: Awww! The round ones with the fuse? I love those!

With the crackling of the fireplace in the background, Drew sips at this hot chocolate, Shego smirking as she picks bits of festive-colored paper out of his hair. Drakken can't help but notice the green woman scanning the multitude of gifts...and knows exactly what's coming next. Shego turns to him theatrically...with a slight tilt of her head, doe-eyed and pooching out her lower lip, Shego gives him her best 'puppy-dog pout'. Drew simply rolls his eyes and sighs.

Drew: Alright, if you must... I will allow you to open one present on Christmas Eve.

Shego smiles at him, rising to a kneeling position to get a better view of the small mountain of gifts beneath the enormous tree. Purposely looking much like an Earl Moran pinup illustration, Drakken watches as she arches her back, a hand slipping down her thigh, again tapping a finger against her lips in faux contemplation. Standing, she model walks until she reaches the tree, purposely arching her back as she bends at the waist. Drew bites his lower lip, leering as a pair of curvaceous cheeks jut skyward atop long, unending thighs...a pair of faintly tan lined mounds oscillating beneath her.

The villainess picks up one package after another, bringing them to her ear and shaking them, presumably trying to discover what's inside. Out of the corner of her eye, she can clearly see the impression that she's made... It doesn't take much effort on her part, Shego knows exactly what buttons to push... Appeal to his vanity, appear to be a little subservient...and wear next to nothing. Drew's pajama pants barely disguise the ever-growing bulge against his inner thigh.

Scanning the presents, Shego abruptly pauses her little show, cocking her head upon hearing a faint rustling... Pointing at a particular gift, she turns to the blue villain with a quizzical smirk. Whatever it is, it's distinctly human-shaped...human female-shaped at that...and (aside from a couple of breathing holes) covered from head to toe in green and black wrapping paper. A single tuft of red hair sticking through the paper being the only indication as to -whom- it might be.

Drakken looks on as the very uncharacteristically giddy-looking villainess tears at the gift wrapping. Petite curves and fun-sized breasts begin to emerge, bound from shoulder to ankle by brass buckled leather straps...the sleigh bell adorned dog collar is a nice touch. Shego glances over her shoulder, beaming at the onlooking villain...Kim angrily glaring up at the titillated-looking villainess, spitting muffled insults around a bright red ball gag.

Shego: Ohhh, Drew! You shouldn't have!
Drew: Merry Christmas, Shego.

Original Art by Gagala
Edits by Phillipthe2