Wrong Possible - Part 8

Dr Drakken, still laying atop Shego, driving is enormous manhood into her, laughs manically.  Shego in turn, face down on the coach, giggles like a little school girl between moans of pleasure.  It had been a long, long time since either of them had a good laugh at the expense of one of the 'good guys'.  Trolling Kim via video phone was exactly what they needed.

Shego: N-now, you know that lil’ br-brat is gonna cuh-come over and…

Dr D: Let me worry about that.  (grinning) You just concentrate on keeping me hard until she gets here.

Shego: (laughing) Oh, I s-see how it is.  I do all the ’hard’ w-work and yuh…yuh…you have all the f-fun?

Back at the Possible residence the Tweebs are just about ready to shoot Kim’s scene, having gotten her to put her old, ill-fitting, purple and black mission gear.  Kim, however, stomps around the living room muttering to herself, completely uninterested in filming.

Ann: (sarcasticall) Really, Pumpkin?  Did those two really get you THAT hot and bothered?

Kim: S’not funny, mom!  They did that shit on purpose!

Ann: Of course they did, dear.  They’re the ‘bad guys’.  You know, real supervillains?

Kim: (angrily) And what am I, chopped liver?  Fuck this!  I’m going over there and…

Kim stomps out of the room mid-sentence.  Ann however, finishes her sentence, trailing off as Kim disappears down the hallway.

Ann: …and do what?  Get even?  Sweetie, you‘re an actor, not a…

Thirty minutes later and little has changed at Drakken’s not-so-secret lair.  Shego and Doc continue to laugh and giggle, unconcerned with the whereabouts of their once on-screen nemesis.  Shego, having rolled onto her back, holds her breasts together as Doc plunges his monster between them.  Smiling up at him, Shego kisses the head of his manhood with every thrust.

Doc stops briefly, looking above and behind himself as his uber-expensive skylight explodes inward, a rope dropping to the floor behind him.  Un-phased, Doc goes back to what he was doing.  Shego, still kissing Doc’s head, rolls her eyes in disbelief as Kim repels from the ceiling.

Kim: Alright Drakken, it’s payback time!  (notices what they’re doing) Jesus!  Really!?

Dr D: Did…  Did you hear something, Shego?

Shego: Well now, (kiss) somebody hasn‘t (kiss) forgotten how to (kiss) do stunt work.

Kim: Oh, c’mon!  Could you at least stop doing…  (gesture at them with an upturned hand)  …THAT!?

Shego: What’s (kiss) the matter (kiss), Princess? Something (kiss) got you all (kiss, dramatically pauses and grins) hot and bothered?

Kim: Wait…  Oh for fucks sake!  Are you two still trolling me!?

Doc pauses his thrust, lifting himself onto his knees as his enormous unit slips from between Shego’s breasts. Giving her a subtle wink, Shego follows his lead, propping herself up on one elbow as she wraps her hand around Doc’s enormous girth.

Shego: You know what I think?

Shego purposely runs her fingertip up and down the underside of Doc's length, grinning up at him as she does so.

Shego: I think our little princess here is jealous.

Kim: WHAT?!?

Shego:  So, how is your love life these days, Kimmie.  Haven't seen that blond headed kid in ages and...  What's their names...Tim and Jim?  Jeez, no wonder she's all hot under the collar after that little video call.  I think she just needs something big and manly for a change.

Kim: Euuuw!  Uh-uhhh! No way!  I’m not getting anywhere near that…

Shego, clearing her throat to get Kim’s full and undivided attention, raises her arm parallel with Drakken‘s unit.  Blinking, mouth agape, Kim can’t help but notice that it is in fact the same length as Shego’s forearm…and larger in diameter.

Kim: (dumbstruck) …blue dick.

Shego: (grinning, almost whispering) Look at her.  (snickers) She’s mesmerized.

Kim, staring at his enormity, scarcely notices as Doc drops a leg off the side of the couch and stands up.  Likewise, Shego swings her legs off the couch, crossing them as she sits upright.  Leaning forward, she gestures towards Kim with a twirl of her finger.

Kim: So, what exactly were you planning on doing, Princess?  Bust in here all KP circa 2007, throw a couple of angsty teenage one-liners at us, and fight it out?  You do realize we're reeeeal bad guys, right.

Kim: I…  I…

Kim blinks, her attention suddenly drawn to the tip of Shego’s index finger as green plasma begins to dance around it.  It suddenly becomes abundantly clear to her that she is in fact not on a sound stage, these are not actors, and she is way out of her element.

Shego: So, what should we do with our little, strawberry haired trespasser, Doc?

Dr D: Heh.  She thought she was all that.  Now look at her.  Trespassing, breaking and entering, destroying private property, and assault...and that was just the first five minutes.

Shego: Jesus, Kimberly, you're just as bad as us.  Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

Dr D: Hmmm.  Maybe we should just call the police.

Shego and Doc exchange a glance and then simultaneously burst into laughter.  Kim, unable to tell if they are still trolling her or making legitimate threats, simply stares at them with a deer in the headlights expression on her face.

Shego: How much did you say that skylight cost, Doc?

Dr D: Ten grand, not including labor.

Shego: Hmmm.  You know what?  I think she should start by losing that gawd-awful, too-tight for a thirty-year-old, mission gear that Uncle Walt didn’t take back...

Shego stands up, wrapping one hand around Doc's waist as she leans her hip against his thigh.  Raising her other hand in front of her, now completely engulfed in green plasma, she points at Kim with a malevolent grin.

Shego: ...and then we take it out in trade.

Original Art by HD-2

Commissioned by Phillipthe2