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Used to Be a Tomboy
A Kim Possible fanfiction
by Jonathan Harrison
aka beeftony

Chapter 1
Squash

My Daddy always told me that everything happens for a reason. Nothin', no matter how small, is ever left up to chance. God works in mysterious ways, an' we mortals shouldn't question our circumstances, because in the end, it'll all work out for the better.

Ever since I was a little kid growin' up on a ranch in Montana, I always pictured Fate as those three sisters you read about in Greek Mythology. Those ugly, glaring faces that decide our destinies just days after we're born. But lately, I've been seein' Fate differently. Whenever I close my eyes and try to picture the force that's brought me to where I am now, all I see is a guy in tights with bells on each end of his hat.

Yeah, I wasn't expectin' to see a court jester either. What's weird is that he's got a face that reminds me of someone I used to idolize. I guess it's fittin'. He always was a buffoon.

Buffoon…. The woman in my arms knew him too. That's what she used to call him, in fact. I don't think she knew me. We only really met once. I was on the sidelines back then. She probably doesn't even remember that. She doesn't remember who I am.

That's what makes this so easy, an' yet so hard at the same time. It's easy to get close to her because she doesn't know who I'm related to, but inside I feel guilty for holdin' back something so big.

If I had my way, I'd never tell her. But I was raised to tell the truth.

Then again, why should I care how I was raised? Here I am, naked, lyin' next to a woman who used to try an' kill my cousin on a regular basis. It ain't just innocent survival snugglin' either; we were inside each other just a few hours ago, before she fell asleep. I wish I could join her.

Growin' up, I never thought 'a myself as a girl. I was always out getting down an' dirty with the boys. Wrestlin', herdin' cattle, liftin' hay, I did it all. I was the ultimate tomboy. After a while I just started thinkin' I was one of 'em. I was a boy.

An' no, I don't mean that I'm a guy trapped in a girl's body. I'm perfectly happy bein' female. But I sure as hell ain't feminine.

I'm attracted to it, though. Not the girly-girls, but the tough chicks who still manage to stay sexy. I blame that on my cousin. If it weren't for her I doubt I'd be here, wrapped in the arms of a woman I've known about for years, but never really met until tonight.

Yeah, I know that "I like boys, sometimes" isn't a surefire indicator that someone plays for the other team, but I still have her to thank for givin' me the guts to come out an' admit that I like pussy. Some people can inspire you just by existing, an' damn if she ain't one of 'em.

I have to tell her. I'll die if I don't. But there's a chance she'll kill me if I do.

I've never been one to keep a secret. All my life I've been called a blabbermouth. But somethin' about this woman has my lips sealed shut. I haven't even told her my name.

"Shego." The sweet syllables stick to my tongue like honey, lingering just enough to keep me wantin' more. Just sayin' her name is enough to bring me close to the edge. I need more.

"Hmmn?"

"You up?"

She groans, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with a mint-colored hand. "I am now," she snaps at me.

We separate, cool air filling the vacuum left in the space our bodies occupied just moments ago. I shiver.

"So what's up, Squash? You ready for another round?"

"Squash?"

"Well you haven't told me your name yet, and your hair kinda reminds me of a Thanksgiving centerpiece, so for now, your name is Squash."

I think I just realized why she used to call my cousin "Pumpkin" all the time. How can she not have realized it yet?

"Uh…" is my brilliant reply.

"Take as long as you need, Squash."

I lid my eyes and move my head from side to side. "Not yet, Shego. There's somethin' I need you to know first."

"Can it wait?" she asks so smoothly that I don't even realize what's happening until I feel her lips capture mine.

Oh God, this feels so right! I can feel sparks playin' symphonies across my bare skin as she traps me in her arms, drawing us together.

I need her. My whole body screams an' itches an' burns an' longs for the touch of her skin on mine. I push my tongue past her welcoming lips, trilling it hard against her the roof of her mouth like those Mexicans that owned the ranch next to ours taught me to do. I know, right now, she's feelin' like she just swallowed a rattlesnake. That's what I thought too.

We sit up as our passion grows to new heights and I moan into her mouth as the last of my control slips away like air through a butterfly net. Her clawed fingers arrest my naked back, paralyzing me with sharp, deliberate strokes up and down my sensitive spine.

I feel like I know everything about her even though we haven't exchanged more than a few sentences and half a dinner conversation. Like I dove way down into the depths her heart and lived to tell about it. I'm closer to her than anyone else has ever been, or will be. I've opened the window to her very soul.

An' she doesn't even know my name.

No! I can't do this to her! She has to know the truth!

I try to push away, but she wraps herself around me so that I'm trapped between her legs. She begins to grind against me.

Oh, SHIT! That feels good!

I whimper feebly into her mouth, beggin' her to let me go so that I can tell her what a big mistake she's makin'. Instead she tightens to the seal between our lips and continues to crash against my shore, pleading desperately to be allowed inside.

My resistance crumbles. I can feel the wetness growin' down there as easily as I can feel my own mouth water. I want her. Bad.

We touch; an' for a moment I feel nothin' but bliss. I soar into the heavens before plummeting back to earth, eagerly anticipating her return.

My entire body screams for air and I shove her away, gaspin' like a trout.

"Shego…" I breathe as she removes herself from my nude, sweaty form. Her hands go to my knees, an' she spreads me all the way wide while stickin' her big green butt high in the air. I doubt she's goin' for finesse. She certainly wasn't last night.

If I'm a rattlesnake, this woman is a puma. She lunges at me like the prey I've become, entering me with little effort. She can feast on me anytime.

"Oh g-g-gawd…" I stutter as her long, sharp tongue fills me in ways a straight girl couldn't even begin to understand. I writhe and moan under her touch, yelping whenever she hits that—OH!—spot.

I'm. In. Heaven.

It could still be better, though. Grab her hair! Pull her deeper inside you! Take me, Shego! Take it all!

"Ah… ah… AAAAAAAHHHH!"

Oh sweet mother of GOD, I've gone blind! She's touchin' me, teasin' me, tantalizin' me an' makin' me scream her name. I want her. I need her. I MUST have her!

"Ah… SHEGO!"

I explode, unable to stand it anymore. Her tongue dances over my nerves even as the last of my innocence washes away in a sea of fluid. I feel myself drain away as well. I need someone to hold me. I need her to hold me.

"Sh-Shego…."

It's funny how many meanings a name can have. It can be a shout of joy or a simple hello. A gentle purr or a sharp hiss. A victory cry or a desperate plea. Right now, it's the only thing in the world I can manage to say.

"Shego…."

She embraces me, an' I bury myself in her shoulder, tryin' to make her my world. All I smell is the sweat that's pooled on her skin. All I hear is the sound of her voice, tellin' me I'll be alright. All I taste is my own tears. An' all I feel is her warmth, drawin' me closer to her, makin' us one.

A few deep breaths manage to fill me again, though I think the woman in my arms is really to thank for bringin' me back from the edge of the abyss. In her, I find comfort. Warmth. Somethin' stronger than anything I've ever felt for a person. Somethin' I can't describe. Certainly not somethin' I ever thought I'd be associatin' with the most dangerous woman in the world.

Maybe I shouldn't tell her. That would mean givin' this up, an' I'm not ready to do that just yet. Why did I want to in the first place?

"Now what did you wanna tell me earlier?" she whispers, sendin' soft wisps of hot air into the darkest chambers of my ear.

I quiver, allowin' desire to overtake me. I can wait to tell her. At least until after I've had a chance to pay her back for this miracle she's visited upon me.

"Nothin'…" I breathe. "Nothin' at all."