Say Uncle

Warmonga, having been flung in space and presumed dead after colliding with her own ship, is in fact quite alive and well.  Floating in her escape ship, still in orbit, the giant alien woman prepares to return to planet Lorwardia and plan her next invasion of Earth.  Shego however, learns of her impending escape....and she's got a little score to settle.

Having been beaten not once, but twice by the giant woman, Shego absconds with James Possible's uber-secret prototype Kepler III and flies up to rendezvous with the Lorwardian before she gets away. 

Warmonga: Well, if isn't the blue imposters battle mate.  Have you returned to receive yet another beating from us?  And where is the indigo object of your denied affections?  Too cowardly to face Warmonga again?

Shego: Don't flatter yourself, She-Hulk.  I think we already established that Doc and I ain't a thing.

Warmonga: Hmmm...  Yes...  (rolls her eyes) Of course you aren't.

Shego: This time it's just you and me, sweat heart.  No super spies, sidekicks, or mad scientists.  Just two green chicks gettin' it on.

Warmonga: Ahh.  Coming to seek retribution for your wounded pride, is it?    Then let us do this in the old way.  No weapons.  No flaming hands.  Just you and I, woman-to-woman as it were.

Shego:  Well, if that's the way you swing, E.T.

Warmonga: Foolish little, green earthling.  Prepare to meet the deity of your choosing.

Warmonga flings her spear aside, then unbuckles her pistol belt, letting both float away.  Shego unzips the front of her spacesuit, wriggles her arms out of the sleeves, and then pushes it downward, letting herself float free.  Warmonga's eyes widen, mouth agape, as Shego floats naked in front of her.

Shego:  What?  You said 'woman-to-woman'.  You scared, little girl?

Warmonga: (smirking)  Warmonga...scared?  (rolls here eyes) Of you...?  Hah!  Not in the slightest.

Slipping the strap of her uniform off her shoulder, Warmonga slides the garment over her massive breasts.  Shego smiles, biting her lower lip, watching as the lack of gravity makes the two giant orbs undulate against one another.  The green giant continues to slide her uniform down, over her hips until...

Shego: (wide eyed, blinking) Holy shhhh...

Warmonga, nearly nine feet tall herself, grins devilishly as she lets her similarly proportioned shaft flop out.  Shego stares on in shocked amazement as it sways back and forth, zero-g accentuating its massive size as it grows larger and larger.

Warmonga: What's the matter, tiny Terran?  (mockingly) You scared, little girl?

Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2