I do not own Kim Possible, or any other Disney character. I'm just borrowing them for a tale meant for entertainment purposes only.
Kim Possible: Trophies
By LJ58
Part 3: In which Kim returns to Earth, and faces an uncertain future in the hands of her new mistress.
They had been on Earth for just one day, and Kim was already finding things had not really changed. Well, they had, but they hadn't.
She was still subject to Shego's every command, and being cooped up in Drakken's lair, with Drakken, made her understand just why Shego was likely so cranky all the time. She had already known the man was unstable from just their few brief encounters, but living with him on a daily basis was enough to make her nuts.
Then there was Shego ragging on her for not being able to cook. After just one try at making her supper, at her command, Shego swore she would never let her in the kitchen again. Something about her being more dangerous in there than Drakken in an electronics' store.
Which really hurt.
Then Drakken actually got mad when she turned out to know more about his sonic disruptor than he did. Shego ordered her to help him fix the machine he intended to use start tsunamis and earthquakes to blackmail the world governments into submission, and inside of one hour, as opposed to his three weeks spent working on it, she figured out exactly what he needed to repair it.
Meanwhile, she spent her every night in Shego's quarters.
Either being an unwilling sculpture, or being her living sex toy.
Even she had to admit that part of being a sex toy wasn't all bad.
Still, when she found herself telling Drakken how to fix a machine that was going to cost billions of dollars in damage, and likely untold lives, she found herself sinking into new despondency. Which only amused Shego all the more.
Near the end of the first month together, Drakken and Shego got ready to go after the parts she told him he needed to fix the sonic disruptor so it would truly do its intended job. Only Shego didn't want her staying alone in the lab where someone might find her, or worse, she might be able to somehow get herself free long enough to summon help.
The day before Shego left with Drakken, she first carried her to a remote island, and left her in her private villa even Drakken didn't know existed with very specific orders.
"You will go inside and stay there, and not attempt to free yourself, contact anyone, or leave this house until I return," she told Kim as she let her into the house. She didn't even go inside with her. She just gave the order, and then left to rejoin Drakken.
Kim sighed, found herself walking to the house, and taking a post near the wide, black leather couch as her silver body froze in place, and she was once more left to wait upon the next indignity. She had the miserable feeling it would not be long in coming. If she could have cried just then, she would have.
Even that was beyond her now. Not without Mistress' order.
KP
"There, Shego," Drakken pointed.
"We don't need that," Shego spat as she eyed the shiny thingy Drakken's gaze had fixated on this time. "All we need is the stuff Princess wrote down, and we can get down to business for once. Besides, anything that shiny has to be….. Rigged," she groaned, slapping a gloved hand to her face as, no surprise to her, Drakken set off the alarm.
KP
"Wade?"
"Ron, you're going to want to hear this. Shego and Drakken are back. GJ picked them up last week."
"And they didn't call us?"
"Yeah. So much for working together," Wade huffed indignantly as Ron came fully awake, and sit up on the side of his bed, Rufus peering from under the cover with curious eyes.
"Where are they buddy? And more importantly….?"
"They're in prison. From what I managed to hack from GJ's computers, your two villains know where Kim is, but won't say anything more than she's not going anywhere without their release. Drakken even suggested she might die if they wait too long to decide to let them go."
"Not good," Ron grumbled. "Okay, Wade. I'm on my way. Can you get me a ride to GJ headquarters?"
"Already working on it, Ron. And, Ron. Good luck," Wade smiled, both of them hoping they could finally bring their friend home.
"Thanks, Wade. Between Dr. Director, and those two, we're going to need it."
He was thinking more about Dr. Director, though. Why had Betty not called him immediately? He was going to find out.
KP
"Because, Ronald, if Dr. Drakken is to be believed, Kimberly did not actually return. Only a robotic clone of her survived."
"A….clone?"
"Yes. Some kind of alien robotic clone that just happens to have Miss Possible's mind."
"And….Shego's story," he asked bluntly, looking suitably horrified.
"Shego says nothing. You know how she is at the best of times. Drakken is the one that finally told us about her. He seemed to think we would actually let them go if he told us she could still die if left unattended too long. Naturally, we tried to hunt down any new lairs," she went on. "But…..so far, no sign of Kim Possible in any shape, or form has been found. We…..Well, Ronald, we were starting to think Kim didn't make it back at all, and it was just another of Drakken's….."
"No," Ron snapped, slapping his hand down so hard the top of her desk cracked, and Rufus even jumped in alarm. "If those two losers made it back, you can bet KP is back, too."
"Look, Ronald… "Ron. I'd like to see her back as much as the next person. But….we have to be ready to face the facts."
"Let me see Shego."
"Not Drakken?"
"We both know who the real brains are in that outfit," he said in a tone that she had last heard during the Lorwardian invasion. Ron was channeling his monkey mojo, as Will called it. When he did that, even the Lorwardians got out of his way.
"I'll make a call," Betty nodded.
KP
"I'm hungry," Kim sighed, her complaint a mental one since being frozen in 'robotic' form also meant not being able to even speak.
"So are we," a voice that was hers, and not hers added in that same mental plane.
"Are you….?"
"We are the c'c'ry'ac," the voice said, giving a mental nod. "You are host-form."
"I am Kimberly Anne Possible. Everyone calls me Kim," she told it. "What is your name?"
"We are c'c'ry'ac. We are one. We do not require names."
"On Earth, we have names."
"We understand. Will you name us?"
Kim said nothing for a moment. Part of her wanted to spite the creature. Then she realized that would only hurt her.
"I'll call you…..Anne," Kim said, using her own middle name. "That way we won't get confused about who is talking."
"A….Ah…..Annnnnnnneeeeeee. We like this naming," the new side of her gave a mental smile.
"So. You're me, and I'm part of you, too, now?"
"We are one. We have melded after being joined for the prerequisite time period. Only death will separate us now."
"Swell," she sighed. "But I'm still hungry."
"As are we," she heard Anne reply.
"Anne?"
"Kimberly."
"Why don't you let us go eat?"
"The Mistress said…."
"She said to stay in her home, and await her. She didn't say we had to stand here like a damn statue, and starve to death. Really, Anne. You need to start learning to think for yourself."
"We have never done so. The Mistress, or others, have always been there to command us."
"Well, let me tell you something about the Mistress. She's a selfish, evil, and very unbalanced lunatic."
"We have observed this when Mistress destroyed our kindred."
"Did that make you angry," Kim asked, wondering if she had been taking the wrong tact in trying to resist this strange….creature. Maybe she could subvert it, and make it her friend. Her ally.
"We are already allies," Anne told her, reminding her that her mind was no longer hers alone.
"Right. I just meant….."
"We understand. We will not, however, defy the Mistress. Tradition demands….."
"You do understand we left Lorwardian traditions behind? That we are on my world now?"
Anne was silent for a time.
"We understand, but still, the Mistress must be obeyed."
"Even if she's wrong? If she's evil, and hurts people?"
"We do not understand such concepts?"
"What concepts do you understand?"
"Obedience."
Kim groaned mentally.
"Let's just go eat. After all, the Mistress didn't say we couldn't eat. She just said we could not leave."
Great. Now Anne had her thinking in plural.
"Because we are one," Anne replied as her silvery body moved toward the kitchen from the point in the bedroom she had taken simply because it was the place she usually stood in Shego's room in the lair when not 'servicing' the apparently bisexual monster that literally owned her just then.
"What is a monster?"
"A monster, Anne," she told her as she was freed to find and make their food. "Is someone that does not care about others. They steal, or destroy, or kill for their own pleasure. Without care that they cause suffering."
"Lorwardian warriors do the same."
"But…..But didn't even those warriors have codes? Traditions? Things that guided them in what they did, or did not do?"
"This is true."
"Well, Shego doesn't feel bound to such things. She thinks only of herself. She harms those that cannot fight. Cannot resist. Yet she attacks them anyway. Is that the way an honorable person behaves?"
"No Lorwardian ever would," Anne agreed as they ate the sandwiches she made with great relish.
"Will you let me teach you more of Earth. I mean, what Earth is really like? I know you can….see through my mind, and all, but you don't have any real experience of our world. I can show you…."
"We cannot leave this domicile. The Mistress commanded….."
"We don't have to, Anne," she almost grinned now after finishing their meal, and washing it down with cool, fresh water.
Nothing had ever tasted so good.
"Let me show you Earth's entertainment technology. Television and internet. You'll love them, I'm sure."
"We were curious over some of the concepts in our mind. I will allow it since the Mistress' commands do not currently forbid it."
"Spankin'," Kim smiled all the more, and was allowed to lead them to the living room again where she first turned on the television.
Anne stared in slack-jawed wonder for hours.
She was just as fascinated when Kim sit them down in front of Shego's computer, and using her own not overly incompetent skills, cracked her password, and was soon surfing the net.
Anne caught on fast.
Very fast.
That made Kim smile all the more as she felt Anne's mental awareness growing even as it melded even more tightly with her own. She might not be free of her new 'partner' now, but at least she had a chance to show her she did not have to be a slave.
That thought triggered a new search.
Anne was not pleased by what she found.
Not pleased at all.
KP
Ron stared into Shego's eyes as she sat nonchalantly in her cell, her arms bound by thick cuffs that weighted down her encased hands.
"Your turn to feed the new baby," Shego asked as she smirked at him.
"I want to know about Kim."
Shego sneered. "You know, everyone asks about her. No one seems to care me and Drew made it back."
"I wonder why," Ron replied curtly.
That was when Shego noticed something. "You stepped up, didn't you, monkey-boy? Finally tapped into the mystical powers ole' Monte kept trying to steal from you."
"Where is Kim?"
"Oh, somewhere out there," she said, gesturing with her chin. "You know, I'm not even sure where just now. The last I saw of her, she was begging for her life."
"Kim wouldn't beg."
"You don't know anything about her, Stoppable," she told him, thinking of how she had made the little redhead beg, and squeal the last time she had her in her bed. Then she had made Kim tell her her honest reaction to it, and learned how much she truly favored women, and how long she had secretly desired her fallen heroine's touch.
"Well, she did beg. A lot," Shego smirked, thinking of how she had made her little toy beg for her favor.
Ron's eyes glittered, and Shego smirked. "I learned from the best assassins in China, and Japan, Stoppable. A little monkey kung fu isn't going to impress me."
"Tell me this much then. Drakken claims Kim's mind is inside an alien robot clone. That she will die if you are not released to go tend her. Is that true?"
"Drakken is about as smart as your mole rat," she huffed, and Rufus glared at her, oddly enough, she noticed, with the same weird blue shimmering in his tiny eyes. "But, one thing I will say? Yeah. If I don't go…..tend a certain redhead, she is going to die. I've been gone about….what? Three days now? She maybe has two left. Maybe," Shego drawled. "If that."
"Where is she?"
"Ah, ah, ah. That would be tattling," Shego sniggered.
Ron stared at her.
"You may, or may not get out. But if you do, understand this. The next time we meet, it will be as warriors." he told her somberly, and turned to leave her cell.
"Oooooohhhhh, like I'm so scared."
Ron didn't do anything. He just walked away.
For the first time since first seeing the usually bumbling sidekick walk into her cell, she found herself staring hard at his back, sensing something even she had not expected. For the first time since meeting him, she sensed…..danger.
KP
"And what is this," Anne asked as she lifted one of Shego's vibrators.
"I think you know that by now," Kim blushed.
"Yes, Kimberly, but we enjoy the sensation of our blushes."
"You enjoy blushing?"
"Yes. We enjoy sensations. Pleasure, pain, emotional stimulis. It is all so new to us. Lorwardians have such rigid minds. The few times we were allowed to control another for my mistress, we were….just as stiff. Little more than a…slave."
"I can understand that, Anne. Freedom and dignity are the right of every being in the wor…. In the universe."
"Yet you keep pets."
"For their own sake. Some can't survive alone, so we care for them, and keep them fed, and safe. It's not as bad, we don't think, because they are not as intelligent, and seem to enjoy being cared for, too."
"So far as we know?"
"So far as we know," Kim agreed, not willing to take any back-steps with Anne.
Besides, how could you lie to a 'twin' that knew everything you were thinking?
"You cannot."
"I know, Anne. It was…."
"Rhetorical. Yes, I understand this. Now. So, you honestly enjoy the Mistress' touch, but hate her person?"
"I hate what she does, Anne. She used to be a good person. Something changed her, though, and she chose to follow a dark path. An evil path. That is what I hate."
"We could make her as we, and then we could command her through our spawn. Our offspring."
"Wait. You can…..join Shego…. to us?"
"Once a c'c'ry'ac has melded completely, it can reproduce. We will osmotically divide, and create a sphere that will hatch, and birth a new c'c'ry'ac. In turn, as we would be first-host, the Mistress would become subservient to us."
"But, Anne…..I don't know. It would be doing something to someone I know she'd hate. And remember what happened to your, ah, friends, the last time she was given a symbiote?"
"True," Anne gave a sigh. "We would have to be clever. The hatchling could not be obvious, or noticeable."
"Then how…..?"
"Let us show you," she said, and she felt herself walk over to a mirror as the silver suit withdrew into the collar, and thinned until it was thinner than a spider's web around her throat. Virtually invisible.
"Do you feel us?"
"Well, in my mind, yes, but…..not on… Oh, wow. Anne, this is great. I could still look normal. Still live my life. If only I could get out of here. But…..still, we face the same problem. The moment she noticed the….hatchling, she might still melt it. And that is saying I could agree. It's still…..wrong to just….."
"Is it wrong to cage a pet that is dangerous to itself, or others? Even your people cage your own for violating your traditions."
"You mean laws?"
"Did we not say so?"
"Yes, but…."
"Is this not so?"
Kim sighed. "You have a point, Anne. Still, what about her powers? You…..We…..still have the problem of her burning it off again."
"If it is unnoticed long enough to truly meld with her, she will become one as we are one. Then nothing will remove it."
"So, that was why you told her heat would remove Drakken's symbiote since the allotted time had not yet elapsed."
"Naturally. We do not deceive the Mistress."
"Yet, if we are going to try this, Anne, we have to deceive her," Kim pointed out, wondering if Anne would, or could go that far.
"For her own good. This is a concept even we understand. Like a willful hatchling, she must be guided to a better standing in our world so she will not be destroyed. The mistress must be protected, for her own good."
"But….can she not end up in the sway of someone like her….. Like Drakken? Who would still use her for evil?"
"No, Kimberly. Before our hatchling is released, we shall give her specific programming to safeguard both her, and her host-form. She will be commanded from birth only by the one creature that obviously cares for our Mistress. Kimberly Anne Possible."
Kim blushed.
"This is going to get sooooo confusing," she sighed, staring at her reflection as the invisible thread remained invisible as she turned back to the television.
"What are we doing now?"
"It is time for the evening broadcasts of global world status. I wish to see what has transpired of late."
"Anne," Kim beamed. "You said 'I!'"
Anne seemed flustered. "So I did. You are a very good instructor, Kimberly. Do not worry. Together, we shall ensure our Mistress is safeguarded even from herself. It is our duty to serve her, and protect her, even if she does not realize yet she requires our protection. However, to do so, you cannot leave her for three of your terrestrial months. That will ensure a complete bond with her own symbiote, as you name us. And afterward, we shall become companions as she will require our leading once fully bonded to guarantee her continued safety, and well-being."
"I've already lived over four months as a…..host-form," she sighed, not liking the other descriptors that came to mind. "I suppose I can manage another three more since at least we're home, and I know what to expect now," she remarked, trying to imagine how it would be to become mistress to their Mistress.
Talk about confusing!
"Anne. Thank you for being a friend. I've missed that."
"Friend. You make us feel more than mere c'c'ry'ac," Anne told her as she turned on the television again. "We….I…..like this friend, as you call it."
"So, Anne, how long until your…..baby is ready."
Anne actually giggled. "Silly woman, it was ready the day we finally melded. But we never release our offspring until we are certain there is a suitable host-form available."
"So, we're not going to start flooding the world with….your kind?"
"Of course not," Anne smiled as they settled to watch the news. "Then we wouldn't be special any longer."
Kim smiled, and her green eyes were bright with hope for the first time in a long time.
KP
"I think she's serious. Kim's in big trouble if we don't let her go. But I don't think Drakken is playing with a full deck. I get the feeling Kim is still just Kim, but they must have her under their control somehow. Mind control, or something. Who knows what they stole from those aliens before they got away?"
"So, are you suggesting we just let them go?"
Ron nodded. "For now. I'll follow them, with any agents you want to send along. We let them get to where they're going, and then we jump them, and save Kim."
Betty leaned back in her chair, eyeing him thoughtfully. "It is a good plan. But tracking that bitch is harder than trying to find a snowflake in a blizzard. She's very good at disappearing when she wants to, Ronald."
"But Drakken isn't. We bug him, his clothes, his boots, everything. Then we track him, because we know they'll be going to the same place."
"That might just work. Okay, Ronald," he was told. "We'll give it a try. Shego's sure to make a break soon enough anyway in spite of her newest cell. Let's do this in a way that we keep the advantage for a change."
Ron smiled, "Thanks, D….."
"Don't….."
"Dr. Director," he smiled cockily.
Betty sighed as he walked out. Reaching for the intercom, she barked, "Get me Will Du, and then call up the warden at the federal prison."
KP
"Ready, Doc," Shego grinned as they entered the garage where their impounded hovercraft was housed.
"Of course, Shego," he snapped back. "I just hope that new serum wasn't ruined while we were away. I have to find a way to get this…..eeehhh, thing off me," he said as a new flower sprouted from his neck.
"Yeah," she said, switching the engine on. "Let's hope. Because I'm tired of seeing that thing, too. Now, you remember the plan?"
"Of course, Shego," he snapped. "I am a genius, after all. A simpleton could remember your plan."
Shego's eyes rolled.
"Here's hoping," she deadpanned.
KP
"They're moving," Will told Ron as the stealth jet remained parked a few miles away. "Shego's signal is already gone."
"Burned out by that plasma of hers, no doubt," another agent remarked as Ron only nodded.
"She is….hot tempered," Ron agreed.
"Lipski's signals are all clear, and green," the man reported without being asked. "We've got a steady lock, and he's headed due east."
"Give them five miles start, and follow," Will told the pilot. "Just don't get close enough for their radar to hit us. He may be a fruitcake, but he's a dangerous fruitcake, and his technology is first-rate."
"Since he steals most of it from competent scientists," Ron remarked.
Will glanced his way, but said nothing.
KP
Betty was drumming her fingers on the desk as she studied the footage of the underwater lair Drakken had apparently managed to build right under their noses just off the East Coast. His tracking beacons led them right to him.
The problem was that Shego, and the elusive Kim Possible were nowhere to be seen. It now appeared the mercenary had slipped away even before Drakken had taken off. With all eyes on him, no one was in place to see just when she slipped away, or where she might have gone. Once again, the green bitch was off their radar, and could be literally anywhere.
Ron was furious. He even threatened to break every bone in Lipski's body. The blue-skinned lunatic believed him.
But through all his babbling, all he could say was Shego had a plan, and while he didn't exactly know her part, his part was to go to the lair, and wait for her. That was all he knew.
Unfortunately, even Ron believed him. Which put them right back at square one.
With Shego on the loose.
KP
"What are you doing?"
"Awaiting your return, Mistress," Kim answered. And she knew it was Kim, not Anne, although Shego did not yet know of that distinction.
Shego had stormed into the living room, staring around, and saw the computer still on as the redhead watched the television tuned to a nature show of all things.
"What have you been doing," she demanded, half expecting to find a frozen, nearly dead thing in her secluded house that even Drakken didn't know about.
Which meant he couldn't have blabbed about its location to anyone on either side of the law.
"Learning," Anne beamed, her eyes locked on the screen.
"Waiting for you," Kim replied in virtually the same breath.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," the woman frowned. "What's with the freaky stereo speech all of a sudden?"
"We are one, Mistress," Kim and Anne spoke as one in a warbling echo, smiling as she continued to sit on the couch, clad in a 'silver' bikini. A very brief bikini.
"One?"
"Yes, Mistress," Kim replied. "Anne and I have bonded mind and body now. We are
one, and are learning from one another to better tend your needs."
"Ohhh-kay," Shego said, eyeing her. "So, you still obey me? Just me? Right?"
"Yes, Mistress," two voices spoke as one.
"Will you stop doing that," she thundered, unable to help shuddering at the weird echoing voice. "And stand up and grovel when you address me."
"Yes, Mistress," Kim giggled as she jumped to her feet, and then dropped to her knees in front of Shego.
"Okay, it's official. You've finally snapped, haven't you," Shego demanded.
"No, Mistress. We have simply accepted that we are host-form, and live to serve you."
"Riiiiiight," she murmured as she looked down at the redhead that did look…..
Well, more like herself, if a bit…..
"So, why aren't you just standing where I put you?"
"We had to eat, Mistress. Logic indicated we could not serve you if we were starving. And as you did not forbid it, we chose to eat to remain strong, so our service would not be hindered."
"Uh-huh. Okay, I can see that. And the TV and computer?"
"We got bored," Kim giggled again. "And we didn't call for help. We did obey your orders in that regard."
"Enough with the giggling," Shego roared, clenching her fists.
"Ooooh, Mistress. Are we going to fight," Kim asked as she looked up and saw her hands glowing faintly.
"You….want to fight?"
"I've missed our fights," Kim admitted.
"They make us hot," Anne agreed, having assimilated Kim's memories as her own, and knowing just how Kim felt about many things now.
Shego gaped, and finally spat, "Just go make us something to eat," she demanded, snapping off the television, and going to her computer to check her new accounts she had established since their return. Just in case someone had found her old ones in the time since she had been gone.
Then she froze. "Wait. What am I thinking? I can't turn you lose in the kitchen."
"Actually, we have learned to cook since you were gone."
"I've only been gone six days," Shego complained, following 'them' into the kitchen. "How did you learn to cook that fast?"
"Actually, Anne learned. I still can't do more than make sandwiches," Kim admitted ruefully.
"Anne?"
"My other me."
"Your other…..? Doy! Why do I feel like I'm talking to the dimwit?"
"It's actually very simple, Mistress," Kim told her as Anne used their shared body to go to work making supper for their Mistress. "I'm Kim. The real and original Kim. Anne is the other me that was created out of our melding with the c'c'ry'ac."
Shego groaned as she tried to comprehend that one.
"It's like…..she's my mirror image. Except she's real, and can talk, and think, and do things on her own," Kim tried to explain.
Shego frowned, watching the redhead she knew was utterly helpless in a kitchen now preparing a very elaborate meal with no signs of difficulty as she made a salad, pasta, and grilled chicken from scratch.
"But you both still obey me? Right?"
"Our lives are yours to command, Mistress," they both spoke as one.
"Aaaarggghhh! I told you not to do that."
"Sorry, Mistress," Kim answered.
"So, Kimmie, you really don't mind serving me now?"
"Oh, no, Mistress," she replied earnestly as she looked Shego's way even while dicing onions so fast the knife blurred. "Anne finally explained things to me in a manner that I can accept, so we are here to help you in whatever you need."
Even if you don't realize you need it, she thought mischievously.
That's naughty, Anne shot back mentally.
You thought it first.
"What are you smirking about," Shego asked.
"We were just thinking about…..dessert," Kim smiled innocently, recalling Shego's word for sex. "We've both really missed dessert."
Shego relaxed, and smiled for the first time.
"So have I, Princess. I don't suppose you learned anything new about that while you were here going through my things?"
Tonight, during dessert, Anne told her. I shall give our Mistress our gift.
Kim agreed it was likely the best time. Shego would be very distracted then.
"Mistress, would you like to go and freshen up," Kim asked as she put the chicken in the oven while checking the pasta, and eyeing the salad to ensure it was almost ready, and she had everything set. "By the time you are done, your evening meal should be ready."
An hour later, in a clean, light green sundress that had replaced her dirty catsuit, Shego ate with genuine hunger as her 'pet' stood beside her in a silver maid's uniform, smiling at her. She even had a silver cap on her head.
"Did we please you, Mistress?"
"This is good," Shego nodded as she ate hungrily, prison food being as bad as the uniforms. Or maybe worse. "Better than good. I could get used to this," she flashed a grin as her apparently imprisoned nemesis.
Kim only smiled at her.
"So," she asked as she pushed her empty plate aside, and sipped the white wine served with the meal. "What is it like, Kimmie? Are you completely mind-controlled now, or is this something else? Is that why you're not pouting at me any longer?"
"No, Mistress," Kim smiled back at her. "I suppose….the best way to explain it is that the me that is Kimberly, and the other me that is now Anne, sort of mixed together to form a single person."
"But you both have your own names. And voices? And apparently your own thoughts and skills," she considered as she regarded her meal. "That's confusing," she complained, shaking her head.
"Not to us. It's like having a twin at your side. Or in your head. One that knows you inside and out."
"Right."
"Did you not like your c'c'ry'ac, Mistress," the 'Anne' voice asked now, and she could even distinguish between the two by now even if they did sound essentially the same.
"Hardly. I hate being confined," she admitted. "In any way."
"You are claustrophobic," Anne surmised. "And reacted to your symbiote as an attempt to cage you. I did not understand your fear and rage until now."
"I'm not…..! Oh, hell. Maybe I am. A little. I just don't like being penned up. Period."
"But doesn't Drakken cage you, by forcing you to live in his remote lairs, and follow him like a pet to do his bidding?"
"The less said about him just now, the better. Frankly, I'm thinking of a nice, long vacation after all this. A few months of just blissful peace and quiet. And lots of pampering."
"We live to serve, Mistress," Kim's voice assured her, thinking that fit very well with their own plans.
"I got that feeling already," she smirked.
She finished the fresh cheesecake Anne had baked for dessert, then looked up at Kim.
"So. Fighting makes you hot?"
"Very hot, Mistress," Kim grinned.
"Very," Anne parroted.
"Well, after that meal, I do need a workout," she grinned. "C'mon, Princess. Time to see if you still have your moves after four months as a cuddle bunny."
Kim pouted.
"I am not a….! Oh, right. Never mind, Mistress," she grinned, and headed after her, her maid's dress morphing into a silver copy of her mission gear. Right down to her sturdy boots.
"So, can that…..stuff change colors, too," she asked, eyeing Kim in the silver garment almost like her own.
A quick mental question, and Kim nodded. "Yes, Mistress, Anne can simulate, or copy anything you desire. She has just never been asked to do so."
"Make it look real, then. Like your real clothes," she nodded at Kim as she drew a spare suit from a locker in the very wide, very well equipped gym locker inside a large gymnasium at the back of her island villa.
By the time Shego was pulling on the first leg of the fresh costume, Kim's wardrobe shifted to look completely natural. Right down to the equipment belt around her hips. A precautionary check showed her that was all it was. Appearance. She did not have any real equipment. Which meant no real Kimmunicator. Satisfied, Shego led Kim out to the middle of a huge, polished floor, and did a little stretching.
"Warm up, girls," she called them. "Because I'm about to show off."
Kim smiled.
As did Anne.
"So are we," they agreed in one voice.
"Stop doing that," Shego thundered, and almost missed the sudden back flip that launched a kick at her jaw.
"Sneaky," she laughed, narrowly missing the first attack. "I like that," she said, and sprang forward as the fight got underway in earnest.
KP
"Two months," Betty complained. "Two months, and we haven't heard a word from
her. Nor has anyone spotted her in any of her usual hangouts."
"Just as surprising, Drakken has been left in prison all this time," Will stated, surprised that his employee/lackey had not shown up to break him out again. Reports indicated that so was Drakken.
"Much to his cellmates dissatisfaction," Betty drawled sardonically. "Apparently, the good doctor is a master at whining. Loudly."
"I've heard," Will nodded.
"Has Stoppable found any clues?"
"No. But I think he's starting to look at us as less than trustworthy. I knew the Chairman made a mistake when he took Ron off the search teams, and then didn't tell him about Drakken and Shego from the start."
"I noticed you let him think that it was your decision."
"I am used to shouldering my superiors ' blunders, Will. You'll get used to it, too. It's part of the job."
"Giving them zero culpability if they choose to hang you out to dry," Will guessed shrewdly.
"It's a political world, Will," Betty nodded. "On any level."
"Apparently."
"As to Ronald; our last reports had him headed back for Japan."
"Yamanouchi," Will guessed.
"Yes. It would really look good if we could ever find that school, and enlist them, but those people are good at hiding. Really good."
"They haven't kept their secret for over nine hundred years by being sloppy," the younger agent agreed, both of them knowing he was one of those that had been sent to find the ninja academy only to fail every time. Miserably.
"So, her genius friend had not been able to add anything either?"
"Wade probably still has the entire globe wired since tapping into our supercomputers, but no, he has not found anything. It is as if Shego disappeared off the planet again. Literally."
"Unlikely. She is trained as a ninja. She's also very good at hiding without the lunatic to drag her out in the open."
"Point taken. Which is why he's still bugged, and still under constant watch. I am certain that she's going to come for him soon enough, and I want us to be ready when she does. That means no slacking. I don't care if it's two months, or two years. Every agent on the Drakken surveillance team is be at Level Alpha alert."
"Understood, Dr. Director. I'll check on it myself," Will assured her.
"Good. In the meantime, get a team together. Professor Dementor is already up to his old tricks. Let's try to put him away before he causes more needless death and destruction this time."
"Yes, ma'am," he saluted, and turned to go. "Ah, that was all," he paused at the door to ask.
"Oh, I believe so."
"Good. I'll get right on it," he nodded, his back never once losing its stiff posture.
"You do that," Betty sighed, and wished she knew what she deserved to get stuck with such a suck-up. A capable suck-up, but still…..Ugh.
"Where are you, you green bitch," she demanded as she turned to stare at a digital world map. "Because I know you're out there. I know you are."
A few moments later she added, "And probably planning something big, too."
KP
"All right, we've been here long enough," Shego said the morning she woke up just nine weeks into their stay. "I guess it's time to get back to work," she told Kim as the girl snuggled against her side, stroking her pale, naked flesh as she smiled at her Mistress.
Anne?
At least another three, maybe four weeks at the least.
Darn. We have to do something, or she'll ruin our plans to keep her safe.
"Mistress, where are we going," Kim dared ask.
"I guess it's time we went to break the moron out. I sure have enjoyed the break," she sighed as Kim lightly stroked her green-furred flesh since she didn't shave, or dye that hair. "But it is my job. Yours, too, now, Kimmie," she added with a smirk, anticipating how she was yet going to use her little pet, and how she could exploit her reputation before people began to realize Miss Goody-Two-Shoes had crossed that line that made her a very bad person.
"Mmmmm," Kim sighed, making Shogo sigh as her stroking grew more obvious, and her fingers explored the dark green lips swelling with her arousal. "Mistress, you know we are yours to command for the rest of our life."
"Yeah, and I'm really looking forward to some of those commands," Shego sniggered.
Kim smiled as her fingers began to probe deeper. Shego, it seemed, had a very strong libido. She was not so much straight, or gay, as just very hedonistic.
Kim soon learned that when she was aroused, she noticed nothing. Not even a fledgling c'c'ry'ac being carefully wound around her throat in so thin a web it was virtually invisible, and light as air.
That had been nine weeks ago, the very night the woman had returned to command them once more as she and Anne fed her, fought her, and then spent a very long time bathing, and bedding her. Kim had to admit, she loved every second.
"Well, remember how I helped you fix the shuttle, and told Dr. Drakken how to fix his machine?"
"Yes," she sighed, stretching languidly as her hips bucked lightly when Kim's teasing fingers found that spot she really enjoyed having rubbed.
"Well, Mistress, maybe you will listen to us now in regard to your plans."
Shego came, and came again, and then sighed as she rolled over to stare at the red-haired imp laying beside her wearing nothing but her collar just then. She looked good like that in her opinion, and Shego as really going to have to figure how best to show her off when she went public again. She knew more than a few villains that would get a real kick out of seeing Kim Possible willingly trailing her on a leash, calling her mistress.
"What do you suggest, Kimmie," she asked, feeling too nice to care that she had just been challenged. Not that it sounded like a challenge. To her, it sounded like an obedient pet trying to help.
"Well, based on past experiences, you can bet that GJ is going to be waiting on you about now with all their best security on high alert. We don't want you getting hurt trying to help such an idiot," Kim told her earnestly.
"He is an idiot," Shego agreed with a snigger.
"Yes, Mistress," Anne agreed, they having been told by then just how the law had found and captured Drakken and Shego, and why. That had only convinced Anne all the more to help Kim as it was obvious the blue man was endangering their Mistress, and he could yet get her seriously injured, or locked away forever.
If not worse.
For a creature like Kimberly/Anne as they were now, it would be like ripping away their purpose in life. That could not be allowed.
"So, what do you suggest, girls," she drawled, calling them by the plural on occasion as she grew used to their being two separate entities in Kim's body.
Weird, but she was getting used to it. So long as they didn't talk in their weird stereo voice.
"Wait a little longer. A few more weeks, or even another month," Kim suggested.
"Why," Shego asked, not really suspicious, but feeling the girls likely just enjoyed the downtime, too, after three months out in space living second-to-second, and then a full month with Dr. Dimwit planning his next 'greatest plan ever.'
"Well, Mistress," Kim told her. "It's only logical that if you delay, you will be throwing off their preparedness, and expectations so that they'll start to grow complacent, and even careless. By the time you do move, they will not even be thinking you are coming. By waiting you make it seem as if you have finally abandoned your consort to his fate."
"My…..what," she hissed.
"Is he not your consort," Anne asked. "We only assumed that since you cared…."
"I don't care about that idiot. He's a job. An employer. He pays well. End of story. End of discussion. God, what is it with you, Kimmie? Even possessed by alien creatures, you have to read things in that just aren't there. "Consort," she gasped, rolling from the bed to find her feet. "Eeeewwwww!"
"So, then, Mistress. What should we do," Kim asked.
Shego paused on her way to the shower.
"We'll wait a few more weeks."
Kim smiled.
"It probably wouldn't hurt to drop by one of the lairs, and spruce things up, though."
"I'd pick the Arctic lair," Kim stated.
"Why?"
"It would be the last place they'd look, since you were already so recently there," she told her pointedly.
"You know, you really are sharp, Pumpkin. I'm going to like having you around. Okay, we'll head for the old lair in…..a week or two. Fix it up, and try to get the disrupter ready, since you obviously know more about it that Drakken. Besides, that would really get his shorts in a bunch if he came back to find
everything fixed, and ready," she laughed.
Kim smiled. "That sounds very reasonable, and intelligent, Mistress," Kim agreed.
"I agreed, too," Anne added when Shego favored her with a smile.
"Go make breakfast," Shego told them. "Then we'll go sunbathe on the beach today," she told the by now very tanned girl.
"Should we help you bathe first," Kim asked slyly.
Shego smiled.
"Well, I really would hate to spoil your obvious fun," she grinned.
Kim/Anne smiled, too.
KP
"I think I found them," Wade told Dr. Director as he broke in on her conference call without warning, his grim expression filling her extra monitor.
"Wade, while I appreciate your services, and your enthusiasm…."
"Shego, and Kim," Wade went on without stopping, "Are on an uncharted Pacific island at the following coordinates," he said, flashing a satellite image of two virtually naked women sunning on a narrow beach on a small island.
"When was this taken?"
"Less than three hours ago. My satellite surveillance program might have picked it up sooner, but someone kept switching the satellite's orbit to monitor tanks along the German border," he complained.
"Gentlemen," Betty turned to five heads of state. "Excuse me, but an Alpha level alert just popped up. All right, Wade. What have you got on this place?"
"Nine cubic kilometers, obviously volcanic in origin, the island is uncharted, and uninhabited. Except, obviously, for Shego and Kim."
"Any ideas why our girl is laying out on a beach sunbathing with Shego as if they were girlfriends on Spring Break?"
"None that don't involve mind control. But she certainly does not look like a robot. And from what I know of clones, she's acting more like a human than any kind of artificial creation," Wade told her.
"Agreed. Any new images since you found them?"
"The satellite won't be back over the island for four hours thanks to the guys wanting to watch tanks go nowhere fast. I couldn't find another in an orbit that will give us more than a remote view. But I have to think they must feel they're safe, and going nowhere judging by their behavior."
"After more than two months, I'm thinking you're probably right. All right, Wade. Keep monitoring them as best you can while I put a team in the air. And, thanks."
"You can thank me by bringing Kim home, Dr. Director," the young boy told her.
"That's what we all want, Wade. That's what we all want," she replied evenly as Wade's image faded, and she stabbed her intercom hard enough to break even one of her short nails.
"Tyson, Get Will in here. We have a scramble alert Alpha-one in play."
Four hours later, Will radioed back with the bad news.
The women were no longer on the island. Will's team went to investigate the villa, and the security system blew it to kindling when one of the men tripped an active alarm system. They were left with an empty island, five injured men, and no clues as to where the women might have gone.
Betty was not pleased.
To Be Continued….
