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Chapter 2

'I wonder if pets are allowed at any of the local gyms,' Shego mused in a state of absolute boredom. She exercised each day after Ron went to school, but he had barely any weights in his house and the only other thing she'd found was a treadmill burred under a pile of clothes, so there wasn't a lot she could do, certainly not up to what she was used to. And she desperately wanted to stay in shape just in case everything went south.

She was dressed in a fresh tank top and fairly tight sweat pants. Part of her wanted to wear her old costume because that's what she felt most comfortable in. Another part of her wanted to put on something showy for Ron, but Kim had an annoying habit of coming over after school now that Shego lived here. She wasn't sure what she thought was worse at this point, waiting through the hours of boredom while Ron was at school, or the couple hours while Kim was around after.

If Ron, surprisingly, didn't see her as just a pet, the Kim was absolutely starting to see her as nothing but, Shego was starting to suspect. Which on the one hand she hoped kept her safe from the Princess's ire, but on the other hand...she didn't like to think about it.

She clutched Ron's pillow a bit tighter, nuzzling in and breathing in his scent, refusing to think about what she was doing. Or how it was making her feel in her half asleep state, remembering how it felt to be pressed against him this morning. Part of her felt a grown woman, much less an internationally renowned thief, probably shouldn't have enjoyed being petted as much as she didn't admit she did. Barely a full month and this pet thing was starting to get to her, she suspected.

She heard the front door open, along with Ron calling out a farewell to the Princess, which perked her up. No Kim, and suddenly her afternoon looked brighter. Leaping up from the bed, she quickly swapped out the sweat pants for a pair of skin tight, black yoga pants, before heading downstairs.

"Hey Sheila, you hungry?" Ron asked, giving her a smile as she slinked into the kitchen. A large brown bag from Bueno Nacho was laying sideways on the table, with Rufus eagerly pulling out various items and setting them aside.

"You're gonna make me fat," she pouted, giving him a puppy dog stare as she slid into one of the chairs. Ron had the decency to look embarrassed while she rested her chin on her palm and watched him. "Besides, I want to eat Master's cooking, not this stuff."

She kept watching him as he sat down and tore into one bundle after another along with Rufus, wondering where he put it all. After the third one he met her gaze, "You know you don't have to call me that," he said.

"What?" she asked, playing innocent.

"Master."

Part of her felt relieved hearing him say that, but she didn't show it. Instead she gave him a slightly hurt look, rising from her chair while still managing to emphasize her bust. "Do you not like me calling you Master?" she said with a pout.

"Well, that is," Ron stammered, "I..." Shego slide out of her chair, keeping his eyes locked with hers as she came around the table and leaned close to him. "You...you can just call me Ron, you know," he stammered out, eyes getting wider as she leaned in closer, "or Stoppable, if you wanted..."

Shego felt like a cat who trapped a mouse as she leaned even closer. "You didn't answer my question," she purred, refusing to let him look away.

"I, well, I don't dislike it?" Ron barely managed to get out, leaning back as her eyes narrowed, "It's just...well..."

"Well what?" She pressed, enjoying the slightly terrified look he had.

"You...," Ron said, and then in a rush, "You're not my slave!"

Shego blinked at that, and jerked upright in surprise. But Ron continued before she could say anything. "You're not my slave, so there's no need for you to call me Master, or sir, or anything like that! Just like there's no need for you to say you're a bad girl or that you deserved me spanking you! You're a person, no matter what some dumb law says!"

She found herself sitting on the table in front of him in a bit of shock. He was breathing hard, his face flushed, and he wasn't looking at her. Even Rufus had got quiet somewhere behind her back. Part of her worried she'd already screwed the plan by pushing too hard, but she couldn't deny the warmth that secretly grew in her chest at his words. It almost blocked out the void below her feet.

He pushed his chair out from the table and looked like he was gonna get up and walk away, so she slid down and knelt in front of his chair and and grabbed his hands in hers. He froze and she watched him as he refused to look at her. Some how, she didn't think it was disgust that kept his eyes averted.

"Look at me," She said softly. When he refused she said more firmly, "Look at me, Ron." He finally looked at her, and she saw something that looked like torment in eyes.

"I didn't want this," He said, softly. "Owning someone is wrong, what happened to you is wrong. This is all wrong!"

Shego paused. She'd been so caught up in her mess, and this new pet mess, she hadn't thought that it might be affecting her new owner. After all, it was his friends that had come up with the plan. Admittedly they'd apparently planned for Kim to own her, before she screwed that up.

"You're right," she said, as softly and gently as she could. Part of her wanted to snap, and be sarcastic. What teenage boy wouldn't want to own a hot woman. But she could see that wouldn't help her. Or him. "This is all wrong. And I wish it had never, ever happened. You think I want to be an animal? Hunted down to be killed or experimented on?" Ron opened his mouth, but closed it when she squeezed his hands. "But it did, and I'm stuck like this. And I know it wasn't fair of me to insist you be the one to own me."

"Kim would have been better," he said, softly. He jerked slightly as she surged up onto her knees and leaned in towards his face, her eyes hard.

"No, she absolutely would not have," Shego said firmly. "Not with our history or our personalities. It would be a constant fight, with her holding the button to my shock collar and the threat of kicking me to the pound."

"Kim wouldn't do that," Ron said softly, looking hurt on behalf of his friend.

"Doesn't matter what she would or wouldn't do," Shego said firmly, forcing him to meet her gaze, "That's what my life would be like. Someone who thinks she's better than me, holding a taser to my neck and needle to my arm. I couldn't life with that over my head." She softened her tone as she continued, "I knew you wouldn't make that my life. You held me after accidentally shocking me. You pet me when I get scared. You took me shopping for new clothes when you could have just taken me to a thrift store or given me more hand me downs. You cook me delicious food and you don't make me eat out of a dish on the floor."

She watched as his emotions played across his face. Worry, concern, no fear, thankfully. She kept going, in-spite herself.

"I won't say you're a perfect owner, but given my situation even I will admit I am very lucky to be owned by you. And you do own me, at least as far as everyone else is concerned, regardless of how wrong we feel it is. And too keep me as safe as we can, we have to make it clear that you do own me. If the people who made those stupid laws or enforce them decided we were making a sham of it, who knows what they would decide to do." She couldn't help looking away from him at the last part, and the fear in her voice wasn't faked.

She felt him free one of his hands and shuddered as it came down gently on top of her head in soft, gentle strokes. "I...I hate it," she admitted softly, shocking herself. "I hate being collared, and leashed, and an animal. I would give anything to not be, but we both know that isn't possible right now." She looked up at him, seeing the hurt in his eyes. Hurt for her. It was a weird feeling. It tore at the barriers she'd been building around herself since this started. "The only way we're going to get through this until maybe those laws get repealed is if you are my owner," She said softly. "As much as we both hate it."

"Is that why you've been forcing yourself to act why you're attracted to me?" Ron asked softly.

Shego jerked in surprise and looked at him. "I don't know..." she started, but he cut her off by gently putting his finger to her lips.

"Please, Shego, I may be dumb but even I know you can't be as attracted to me as you've been pretending to be," He said, sounding defeated. "I know I'm a loser who girls don't want. You don't need to force yourself to fake it."

She paused. That certainly screwed the plan, if he felt or felt he knew that she was faking everything. He'd never believe her efforts if that was the case. She could lie, convince him that she wasn't faking it. She looked him over. He certainly wasn't what she'd call supremely attractive, but in the month she'd been here she'd seen enough to know that his looks were at least averagely attractive, though his goofy nature certainly could keep people from taking him seriously as a dating prospect. But he wasn't bad looking, and he held his own against dozens of henchmen. And Monkey Fist, from what she'd heard, which wasn't a small thing. Part of her niggled her with an idea. He was being completely honest her, or close enough for where she came from. Maybe...maybe she could be honest as well.

At least partially?

It also surprised her that she felt bad for him. Did he really see himself as completely unattractive and unwanted as a person? Okay, she didn't know much about him or his personal life. She'd never cared too. But he'd been so kind to her in the last month, and sympathetic to her, something tugged at her heart to find such a kind young man was so bereft of people being kind to him in turn.

"I wasn't forcing it," She said softly, nuzzling into the hand that had hushed her, before looking up into his eyes. At his confused look she sighed. "Look, I don't have anything, okay? I don't even have my own life. Technically, you could say I don't even have my body right now. And okay, maybe you're not the kind of guy I would usually go for," her voice was soft, "but I can see what I do to you. I can tease you, and torment you, and I know that's me. Me. Collar or no, laws or no, I can do something that's purely my doing, under my control."

Ron was silent, absently cupping her face in one hand, letting her hold his hand with the other. "I see," he said softly, "So it was fake, but you wanted...needed to do it so you could feel like you at least had something under your own control?" She flinched at the notes of hurt in his voice. 'Crap,' she thought, 'how badly have I fucked this up?'

"N-not all of it was fake," she said in a rush, feeling heat coming into her cheeks, "you actually get kinda cute when you're all embarrassed...andthepettingisreallynice."

Ron blinked at her, "Uh, what was that last part?" asked, sounding truly confused.

She glared at him, her cheeks emerald for a long moment, before relenting and slowly repeated what she said. "The petting is really nice. No...no one has shown me that kind of tenderness in a very, very long time." She looked away from him.

And nearly jumped into the air as his hand started stroking her hair again. She gave him a fiery glare, but he just gave her a sad smile and kept petting her till she relented. Her head came to rest on one of his thighs and their joined hands while he kept petting her in long, slow strokes.

"It's really embarrassing when you tease me like that," Ron said after a while. "And I don't like being played." Shego slumped, feeling surprisingly dejected. She wasn't a kind person, but she also didn't like being cruel to people were were helping her. It was just a bad practice in general. "But I understand that you're in a bad place and maybe you needed to. Or still need to, I don't know."

That made her shift so she could look up at him. He looked tired, really tired. The food rappers rustled as Rufus kept digging through them. The hand kept stroking her hair, lulling her into a sense of comfort that was alien and slightly scary to her.

Ron sighed and she could tell he was coming to a decision and felt a flush of fear. Maybe it was too much. Maybe he couldn't handle it. Maybe he was gonna insist she go to Kim. Or just go. It was only fair. She'd tried to play him, and she'd failed. "Please," she half whispered without thinking, "I'm sorry. Please don't..."

Ron's hand stopped petting her. "I'm not going to kick you out, Shego," he said gently. "But it's clear I've been pretty bad at this owner thing and I haven't taken care of you like I should." She kept looking up at him, not even bothering to hide her worry anymore. "I've been caught up in how wrong this is, and how much I don't like it, and still thinking you're the same old Shego and that nothing's really changed, I didn't see you were scared and hurting too. So I'm going to try and be a better owner from now on."

She swallowed. That could mean anything, including something like The Plan, but with her agency stripped out of it. Functionally whoring herself out wasn't something she wanted to do, but the idea of basically being whored in-spite of herself was something she especially didn't want. "W-what's that mean?" She asked, tentatively, starting to pull away.

Ron let her slide away from his petting hand, but the one she'd been holding tightened gently but firmly, keeping them with him. "It means I'm going to start trying to take care of you more, try and find some ways of letting you at least have some control over yourself." He sighed, coloring, "even if it means I have to deal with you teasing me..." His eyes got a bit firmer, "at least some. I'm not going to be your chew toy."

For some reason she felt relieved, and wriggled closer with a mischievous grin, "I don't know, you might like being my chew toy," she purred. Only to yelp as he smacked her forehead with a bunch of folded up napkins.

"Bad Shego," Ron said, smiling as he looked at her shocked expression, "Bad girl."

The shock rolled through her, and while part of her wanted to snap back, she didn't. First he spanked her, now he basically hit her with a rolled up paper. When did he get so...forceful? She sat there, stunned, and then to her surprise, she started to giggle. Her giggles were joined by his soft laughter, which made her laugh, harder, and harder.

And then she was sobbing and bawling her eyes out, with him on the floor holding her close. She buried her face in his chest, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes as she clutched his shirt. Two months of stress, terror, pain, humiliation, everything flooded through her and out of her and onto his chest. But for the first time, she started to feel safe. Okay, maybe the plan had gotten shot to hell, but part of her felt a thin, silvery connection between them.

It was dark when she finally trailed off. He left, briefly, and then came back with a wet cloth and started gently wiping her face. She was terrified of the way she looked, and she absently noted that his shirt had what looked like singe marks from where she'd been clutching him.

"I'm sorry," she said, her cheeks emerald, "I..."

"Shhhhh," Ron said gently, "It's okay, you needed it." She let out a small noise of shock as he bodily picked her up and carried her into the living room. Who knew the sideki-Ron was so strong?

He sat her down on the sofa. "I'll be right back, okay?" He said softly. She nodded absently, giving a slight hiccup, and collapsed against the back. Then he was gently shaking her, pressing a steam cup of hot chocolate into her hands.

"Drink," He ordered, and she obeyed, watching him over the rim of the mug. Ron sat beside her, basically collapsing himself, feet up on the coffee table. She was aware of Rufus scrambling somewhere on the back on the other side of him.

She drank about half the chocolate before setting it down. Then, slowly, she shifted so she was curled up in Ron's side, under his arm, with her head on lap. She felt him stiffen, in more ways than one, but wrapped her body around what she could of the arm she was under. "Hush," she said softly, "Shego needs."

Ron just gave a sigh, and she felt him shift slightly, then his other hand came over and started petting her hair. For the first time in months, Shego fell asleep not scared of anything.

Her pillow was uncomfortable, and it was moving, and Shego did not appreciate it. She sank her nails into the disobedient headrest with a growl. Her pillow jumped with a loud yelp and she landed with a thump on the sofa.

Sleepily, and incredibly cranky, she shifted onto her belly and looked around for the offender, only to find Ron rubbing his thigh and looking as drowsy as she was. She felt her cheeks flush as last night came flooding back to her.

She bit back the first thing that came to mind. Then the second. Finally, at the third she had something she felt wouldn't get her into trouble as she looked up at Ron. "Sorry, Master," she purred, wriggling forwards to kiss his hand as it rubbed his leg. Any sensuality was ruined, however, when the giggle burst from her lips as she watched him turn pink.

"Uh, right," Ron mumbled, "Uh, bad Shego, no clawing master." She was grateful he didn't seem to be paying attention as she felt her own cheeks flush for some reason. She instead composed herself as she sat up, legs curled under her so she could stretch out the kinks in her back.

Opening her eyes she found Ron was staring at her. It hadn't been the sensual display of the previous mornings, but it still caught his attention it seemed. She felt pleased with herself.

She was less pleased when the front door flew open and Kim Possible stormed into the living room. "Ron! Come on, we're going to be late!" the red head said, before glowering at Shego and her obvious bed head.

Before anything could be said, however, Ron was practically throwing himself over the back of the couch. Well, falling over himself and the back of the couch was probably more accurate, Shego thought to herself as he nearly face planted.

"Sorry, KP!" He said, "I fell asleep watching a movie and didn't hear my alarm!" Shego said a silent thank you that he didn't instantly spill about what she'd done last night. "Give me a minute, brb!"

The two women watched as he raced upstairs, before turning almost glare at each other. "And what exactly were you doing?" The red head asked coolly.

Shego barely tried to fight the smirk that formed as she leaned against the back of the sofa. "Now princess, you know Pets like to curl up and watch things with their owners," she purred, "I was merely being a good pet."

Kim snorted, tapping her foot and turning away slightly. The sounds of an avalanche accompanied Ron practically falling down the stairs, freshly dressed. In a blur he was by her, ruffling her hair, before blasting past to grab his backpack.

"Okay, gotta go, be a good girl Sheila!" he yelled, practically flying out the door. Kim gave a disgusted sigh and walked out after him, shutting the door behind her. Shego stared after them for a long moment, listening to them bicker as the car drove off.

With a sigh she got up and locked the door, then ran her fingers to try and take the mess that was her hair thanks to Ron's goodbye pet. As off putting as that had been, part of her was slightly touched that he'd put in the effort to pet her, even if it was poorly.

Maybe there was hope for the boy yet.

She cleaned up the wrappers from last night. Sure, pets weren't supposed to do housework, but it was something to do. Then did her limited exercises, spending twice as long on her stretches because she absolutely didn't want to get stiff. That was followed by a nice long soak in the bathtub, reading a romance novel she found in his parent's bedroom. It was absolute trash, but it was better than nothing. She bemoaned the lack of wine or beer in the house, or bubble bath for that matter.

Still, it could be worse. She could have to take baths like a pet. Shego paused as the image of her, on all fours in the tub, being washed by Ron fluttered through her mind. Part of her shuddered at the image, but then the gentleness he'd wiped her face with last night fluttered in as well. The though of feeling that gentle touch everywhere sent a slight, almost unconscious thrill through her. She wriggled in the tub. It had been a long, long time since she'd gotten laid. Or even a moment to herself.

Unbidden the memory of his touch and his strong arms flushed through her again. The book hung limply from one hand over the side of the tub, while the other slid down, down, down her body. She gasped as pleasure, which drew her back to herself. She pulled her hand away, looking at it in slight surprise.

'Get a grip, Shego,' She thought to herself. She wasn't sure what she was feeling, but she tossed the book away and pulled the drain with her toes. 'That's enough bath.' she told herself sternly, 'and enough cheesy romance book.'

Still, the fluttering thoughts wouldn't leave her alone as she briskly dried herself. Determined not to think about it, she ended up cleaning up Ron's room, then the living room, and then anywhere in the house she could justify straightening things up. Eventually, she found herself sprawled out in the living room, mindlessly flipping through channels, trying distract herself, and only partially working.

She practically jumped in the air when the front door opened to let Ron in. Once again, Kim wasn't with him, and Shego felt herself relax even as she threw herself over the back of the sofa and rolled to her feet in front of her erstwhile owner.

"Ah! Sheila!" Ron yelped as she pressed against him. She pulled back, leash in her hand.

"Walk me, Master," she said. She'd meant it to come out like a purr, but it came out more like a growl. "Please."

Ron slowly recovered from his shock, his eyes growing concerned. "You sure?" he asked gently, "I know you hate going out with the leash..."

Shego felt her body tense with all the things she'd been trying to ignore since her bath. He was close. Those gentle hands were close. She pressed into him, practically pinning him to the wall. "I've been stuck in the house for days," she found herself growling, "I want out."

"Oh, yeah, makes sense," Ron said, "Walk, right. We can do that. But I need to hit the head and I can't take you for a walk pinned to the wall like this."

Shego felt herself practically glaring at him, then sighed and pulled away from him. He slipped away to the bathroom, coming back as she was pacing up and down the entryway waiting for him, Rufus watching her. As soon as she spotted him, she came over and handed him the leash, before tilting her head back and shaking her hair out of the way. She heard him sigh softly as he clipped the leash on, and she bit back the shudders as she felt his fingers brush her throat.

"Alright, good to go," he said, wrapping the leash's handle around his wrist. She would have bolted for the door, but the leash had a function on it that basically turned her collar into a choke chain if she jerked too hard on it. Thankfully Wade had warned them about it rather than them finding out about it, but there wasn't a way to disable it.

At least not one that wouldn't get her into trouble.

She stretched as they came outside, well aware that the yoga pants and croptop she was wearing would leave very little to Ron's imagination. Despite the fact The Plan was all but dead, she still found herself reveling in the idea of capturing his attention. She cast him a smirk over her shoulder as she caught him staring.

"Like what you see, Master," she purred, fighting back the giggle his red cheeks threatened to draw out. He muttered something back noncommittal and she led them off down the hill.

The leash could extend up to ten feet, though it normally was about three. She thought about keeping at its full length, just to have as much space as she could, but after a while it started to wear on her that she was leashed like a dog. Still, she didn't want to go back to the house yet. A glance back at Ron showed he was looking pretty embarrassed, barely greeting the few people the passed.

'I suppose I should take some pity on him,' She thought, so she waited till he was beside her and promptly squeezed herself under his arm, much to his surprise.

"Shego, uh, what are you doing?" He asked. She looked at him, using one hand to keep his arm wrapped around her.

"Look, you can either be seen walking me around on a leash, your can make it look like you're taking a hot girl on a walk during a date, which would you rather?" She said, daring him to question her.

"Oh," Ron said, "I guess that would look more normal, wouldn't it."

Shego was going to reply, but merely nodded as she became aware that his hand was resting in hers against her waist. That gentle hand. She fought off the heat, wondering if she'd made a mistake.

Probably.

"So...should I take you for walks regularly?" Ron asked after a couple blocks. "I guess it would be tough locked up in the house all the time, even if you can go into the backyard."

"It...would be very nice," She replied softly. "I can barely exercise in the house, much less keep up with my training." She flushed slightly as she felt him give her a reassuring squeeze.

"Okay, what else would help?" He asked.

Shego paused to think. She wanted to practice fighting, and be able to unleash her plasma, and run, and any number of things. Things she probably shouldn't do lest it be used as an excuse take her away.

"I need a way to fire off my plasma, sometimes at least. If I don't..." She said, pausing a moment, "If I don't my control over it can get unstable."

"Alright," Ron simply replied. She looked at him, and notice he was starting to look tired.

"We can head back," she said softly, looking away.

"It's fine, I can keep going," Ron said, just as his pocket beeped. He pulled out the communicator and Wade's face appeared on the screen. "Sup Wade?"

"Hit on the site, Kim's on her way to pick you up," the black boy said, his eyes flickering on the screen. "Hi Sheila."

"Hello, Wade," she replied. She glanced at Ron, "I guess walk's over."

"I guess," Ron said. "Talk to you later Wade," he hung up, then started drawing her back to the house. The trip back was faster, and harder going up hill, but they managed to get to the front door as Kim drove up. Shego caught the red head giving her a harsh look at the sight of Ron's arm around her, but the blonde boy didn't notice as he unhooked the leash and handed it to her.

On impulse, pressed her face into Ron's shoulder. "Please...be safe Master." She said gently. She felt him stiffen for a moment, but then he was petting her gently.

"I will, you be a good girl while I'm gone, okay?" He said gently, giving her a smile. She returned it, weakly and nodded. She watched out the window as he drove off.