Alright, new chapter.

Once again, thanks for the reviews and faves. There were some really awesome quotes people posted, some I knew, some I didn't. I hope everyone is enjoying the story. I've finished rewrites and additions to this, and actually written an finished a sequel. So I think I may start posting new chapters on mon, weds, and fri, rather than just Monday and Friday.

Enjoy.

Chapter 5

The next week passed without any real incident. Nights were spent curled up sleeping at Ron's feet. Mornings started with the damn alarm, yummy breakfasts, and head pats as he headed out the door, followed by working out as hard as she could, the occasional long bath where she fought off the desire to pleasure herself to the images of her Master taking her that pressed ever against her mind and heart. Afternoon naps, ended by him coming home to take her for long walks arm and arm, followed by either fast food, or on nights she really enjoyed, his freshly cooked meals.

His bruises faded away faster than was normal, for which she was happy. Despite Kim's insistence it had been because of Shego, Ron admitted he'd been distracted because of some new video game that was coming out this week and had been texting his friend Felix about when Fisk attacked.

Kim had also wonderfully refrained from coming in the house, though Shego had caught her glaring through the door at the raven haired woman when Ron left several mornings. Thankfully, her Master seemed to be holding out on any efforts to change his mind about who owned her. She would have to figure out some way to do something special for him. What, she had no idea.

One thing she'd started doing was occasionally acting more like a puppy, because she was trying to claim as much of her "pet" status as her own and because it was funny (and adorable) how embarrassed he got when she did it. Which was how she found herself kneeling by the door, wearing her tightest black gym shorts and her tight poison tank top sans bra, leash in her mouth, waiting for Ron to come home.

She was starting to get annoyed though, because she'd been waiting half an hour longer than she'd expected to be when she finally heard him coming up the walk. In spite of herself, she felt a thrill as the voice filled her with more of the emotions she'd been trying to stave off.

Before she could reconsider anything though, the door swung open and instead of Ron there was a young man with slicked back brown hair, in a motorized wheelchair. He stared at her in shock, an action she reciprocated for a long moment. A light cough drew her attention to a young Hispanic woman behind him, with long dark hair who also looked as stunned.

"Hey guys, what's the hold up?" Ron asked, trailing off as he came to the door and looked past the pair at Shego. "Oooh boy..." the blonde said.

Shego felt her entire upper body turn emerald and her plasma uncontrollably flared up. The young man and woman screamed, jumping backwards and knocking Ron over as she leaped up. Then she spun and threw herself down the hallway, up the stairs, and bodily into Ron's room, slamming the door behind her.

What had she been thinking? She'd been so stupid. So fucking stupid. It hadn't occurred to her that Ron might have friends that would come over. Okay, so it hadn't happened since she'd moved in, but she should have thought about it. Hell, it could have been Kim. Who knows what unstoppable and devastating crusade that could have started the Redhead on. She was Shego, world infamous super villain, and she'd just been caught kneeling like a dog with a leash in her teeth by two teens!

She buried herself under Ron's covers and dragged the pillow in with her to hold against her face as she screamed. And then screamed again.

And then screamed a third time as a hand landed on the small of her back, making her jump a couple feet into the air and come down in a tangle of blankets, pillow, and limbs, an even brighter shade of emerald, to find Ron trying to choke back his laughter and gently setting down a fire extinguisher.

"A-are you okay, Sheila?" he managed to choke out. Her eyes narrowed. This was HIS fault. He should have told her people were coming over! How dare he laugh at her!

She snarled and tried to tackle him, only to get her legs and one arm tangled even worse in the sheets, leaving her other arm flailing wildly as she slammed into his chest. "Asshole!" she yelled, flailing about, "You asshole!"

Ron let out a grunt as she slammed into him, but easily managed to deal with her flailing arm as they rolled around. She quickly found herself pinned under him, still tangled in the sheets, though her top had ridden up. Her once free arm was now pinned between them, her hand held out to the side where she couldn't burn him, and she was very aware of his chest pressing into her back and his mouth by his ear.

"Calm down," he said softly. When she tried to wriggle out he somehow managed to pin her more firmly and she felt his hips against her ass. "Down, Sheila." he said with more firmness.

Involuntarily, she found herself settling, breathing hard. 'When did he get good enough to pin me?' she wondered. Sure, three limbs were already trapped, but she was a skilled martial artist in her own right. Maybe he was better at monkey kung fu than she knew.

"Now, are you hurt?" Ron asked, gently.

"N-no..." she managed to get out.

"You wanna tell me what happened and why I'm an asshole?" he prodded her gently.

The emerald flush refused to go down. "B-because I was..." what? what had she been trying to do? She wasn't even sure herself at the moment, "You...you could have told me people were coming over!" she snapped.

"I did," Ron said, "two days ago. Zombie Mayhem 4 came out today and I told you some of my friends were gonna come over and play it with me."

She twisted around to glare at him. "No you didn't!" she snapped. His smile infuriated her more. "I absolutely know you didn't!"

"Yes I did," he said, holding back a laugh. "It was over dessert."

Dessert. She paused. Dessert, two days ago. He had gone all out, and it was a triple chocolate German cake. It had been so decadent she'd almost had an orgasm right at the table and had nearly ruined all her efforts to keep from thinking about him mounting her like his own personal bitch. In fact, she still wasn't sure how she'd managed to eat the entire slice without ruining her underwear and the skirt she'd been wearing, or jumping him over the table and taking him then and there.

So she could have missed him mentioning something about a video game and company. Hell, just remembering that cake was making her feel even more flushed. Her hips bucked up against his and they were both suddenly aware of their position.

"Oh...um..." She said, feeling even more embarrassed and humiliated. "I...may have forgotten. Cake."

"Cake?" Ron choked out.

"The cake was...very delicious." She replied, struggling to keep her breath even. "Too delicious. Nothing else mattered."

"Uh huh," Ron grunted. After a moment he collected himself. "So, are you going to be calm now?" When she managed to nod she could almost feel his smile. "Am I still an asshole?" She nodded again, drawing a soft laugh from him as he let go of her arm and helped up sit up.

Then they noticed her top had come up, exposing her bra-less breasts, and Ron went crimson. Shego wondered if her own emerald flush could get any hotter. It certainly seemed to be trying to, as she tried to calmly drag her top back into order. She saw Ron trying not to watch as he turned his head away, and swallow the lump in his throat.

"Okay, well, they're waiting down stairs so let not keep our guest waiting." He said, standing up. She tried not to make it look like she was paying attention as he adjusted himself.

"What?!" She almost shriek.

Ron looked at her. "They're my friends, Sheila. Just like you. And I'm not gonna let you just hide up here all night. I want you to come down and hang with us. Maybe making some friends will help you too." He said, gently.

"I-I'm your friend?" She asked, almost a whisper, drawing a smile from him.

"Yes, Shego," he said, gently taking her hand and pulling her to her feet, "I might be your owner cause of that stupid law, but I am absolutely your friend as well. And I want you to be friends with my friends. You don't have to be alone."

She felt something crumble inside her. She wasn't sure what, and she wasn't sure it was a bad thing that it was crumbling. Instead, she just nodded, looking down at the floor. Gently he lead her towards the second floor hallway.

"Um, maybe I should change," She said, softly, looking down at her clothes. There wasn't anything wrong with them, but she had picked them to try and look as sexy as possible without being to obvious about it. They really didn't leave much to the imagination.

Ron paused, holding her hand, and looked her over. She flushed as he kept looking her over. While she'd basically worn it before, something felt...different this time. Both with her, and with him. She watched as Ron seemed to fight with something inside himself.

"Actually...I want you too keep wearing it." He said, softly. She felt flutters in her belly, and almost wanted to push, but bit back the words as his hand tightened on hers.

"Okay," she said, just as softly, and allowed him to lead her back down stairs.

The young woman was sitting in the young man's lap beside the sofa, talking in hushed voices when they came back down. Both of them looked at the same time and Shego felt herself flush and try to hide behind Ron for a moment, before steeling herself and moving out from behind him.

"Hey guys, sorry about that," Ron said, rubbing the back of his head and trying to laugh, "Sheila gets kinda shy sometimes." He pulled her forwards and she felt his hand on the small of her back. "Sheila, these are my friends Felix and Zita," turning to the couple he made a proffering gesture, "Felix, Zita, this is Sheila."

After a moment, realization played across their faces and Felix wheeled them over. "Oh, so you're the lady Ron-man has been sheltering." Felix said, a smile lighting up his face, "The one who's had Kim in an absolute fit for the last month."

Zita was hiding a smile behind her hand, trying to stifle a laugh, before extending it out to Shego. "It's a pleasure to meet you," the young woman said. "I'm sorry if we startled you earlier. Ronald here failed to warn us you might be waiting for him." She cut stuck her tongue out at the blond as Shego gingerly shook the offered hand.

Ron gave an aggrieved sigh, but didn't argue. "Yeah, my bad," he said. Then he grinned. "Anyways, who's ready for ZOMBIE MAYHEM 4!" he shouted, making Shego jump as the other to joined him in shouting "ZOMBIE MAYHEM 4! ZOMBIE MAYHEM 4!"

Shego found herself in a cloud of video game obsessed teens, controllers, Bueno Nacho, sodas, and Rufus, until she was somehow seated in between Ron and Zita on the sofa, with Felix's chair beside Zita's end, a control her in one hand, a nacco in the other as the loading screen filling up.

"Ron!" she hissed, when he looked at her, she almost glared at him. "What's this for? I don't know how to play!" she waved the controller at him.

His grin was so happy she couldn't maintain the glare. "It's okay, I'll show you," he said, setting his food aside and taking her hands in his along with her controller. "You're gonna be on the bottom left of the screen. The left stick controls how you move, the right one controls where you're looking," He said, and she was very aware of his hands wrapped around hers. "The circle on the screen is how you aim, and the two triggers shoot your weapons, and this one reloads, this one switches weapons."

She honestly tried to pay attention, but the part of her that usually tuned out Dr D's rants always wanted to ignore techno-babble, and honestly his hands were really distracting.

"Don't worry about doing bad," Zita said with a smirk beside her, obviously having noticed what they were doing. "Kim's tried to play the last one with us and she sucked, so we're used to dealing with terrible players."

Before Ron could protest Shego cut in. "You're saying Princess is bad at this?" she asked, a slight edge to her voice.

"Oh she's terrible," Felix said with a dramatic sigh. "I swear, she managed to kill me five times in the first hour...and this game doesn't even have friendly fire!" Zita's head fell back in laughter.

"Oh god, do you remember on level sixteen when she got that chainsaw?" the Hispanic girl said between fits of laughter.

"Ug, how could I forget," Ron groaned. "I was convinced she was going to some how manage to kill us outside of the game with it. I still haven't figured out how she managed to buff the zombies that much with it."

As the screen finished loading, Shego looked at the controller with a rush of competitiveness. Even if it was just a dumb video game, if she could beat the princess at it, then it was not a chance to be squandered needlessly. She thought Ron might have looked a bit scared at the predatory grin that spread across her face as she pressed the trigger.

Four hours later, she found herself in the kitchen plating cookies with Zita, laughing in a way she hadn't in months.

"Damn girl, you may not play games, but you got moves," Zita said, the respect evident in her voice. "Once you got the hang of it, you were like special forces in there. Did you learn that somewhere or are you just a natural?"

Shego felt herself color in pride, surprising herself, but felt slightly nervous. "What has Ron said about..." she asked, trailing off.

Zita's face lost its merriment and she grew serious. "That you're really Shego, that villainess he used to fight. That there were some bullshit laws were passed, and that for now you're living with him in order to stay safe." The Hispanic girl grabbed a cookie and bit into it, chewing a bit before continuing. "Not like you're a fugitive, but you're also stuck."

"Well, that's one way of putting it." Shego said with a sigh. "but yeah, I guess you could say special forces. I learned some stuff back when I first started out as a hero, and then picked up a lot more after that working as a merc."

Zita's eyes lit up with curiosity. "Merc sounds pretty cool." She said, shifting closer and finishing her cookie. "Though I'm more curious about how you'd "put it" with your sitch with Ron."

Shego blinked at the young woman. "What do you mean?" she asked.

Zita chuckled. "Please, 'he's sheltering me' is one thing, but it's quite another to greet a man at the door with a leash in your mouth," the girl said merrily, "Now spill."

Shego suddenly felt nervous and her hand went up to the collar. Zita's eyes followed, looking at it for a moment before pinning Shego with her dark eyes.

"Well...those laws," Shego said, swallowing, "They declared me an animal. I ended up on the run and made it to Possible, I was that desperate. I don't remember who, but one of her crew figured that if i was an animal, then so long as I was a pet with a legal owner, they couldn't just round me up and..."

Zita's eyes had grown steadily sadder and more understanding. Shego wasn't sure when she'd started to clutch herself, one hand on her collar, but she realized it when Zita's hand came to rest comfortingly on the arm at her waist.

"Anyways, my options were being owned by Ron or the Princess, and I absolutely was not going to stay with Kim," Shego said, trying to gather herself. "That's why I'm wearing this collar, and the leash from...earlier. I have to wear it when I go out because of the leash laws."

"Well, I don't blame you for not wanting to live with Kim," Zita said, rolling her eyes and grabbing another cookie with her free hand. "And honestly, that's a lot darker than I was expecting. I just figured you an Ron were into some petplay or something."

Shego gave the girl a confused look. "Petplay?"

Zita looked at her for a moment, then burst out laughing. Shego started to feeling annoyed as the laughter continue, and when Zita looked at her, only to double over laughing even harder Shego started tapping her foot and wondering if there actually rules about her using her plasma.

"What's so funny?" Felix asked as he and Ron stuck their heads in the kitchen. Shego was practically growling, as Zita used her arm to try and pull herself up, only to burst out laughing again.

"Nothing sweetie," the Hispanic girl managed to choke out, "Just how innocent my new amiga is." As Shego's growl got louder Zita managed to get her laughter down to uncontrollable giggling. "Go, amante, we'll be back in there shortly with the cookies.

The boys shrugged, but did as they were told. Shego glared at the other girl, who finally composed herself. "You really don't know?" the girl asked, trying to fight back the giggles.

"No, I don't know." Shego growled.

The girl went over to her purse on the table and retrieved her phone, flipping through it until she held it out to the raven haired woman. Shego studded the screen, which was an image search result showing various people, mostly women, in various states of dress or undress. They all had collars, most of them had leashes, some had animal ears or tails, or both. Scrolling down there were a lot of them. Some she couldn't figure out what they were, or were just humans. others were puppies, kittens, one that was a lizard, and so on.

"What is this?" she asked, voice empty of emotion.

"It's petplay," Zita said, "It's where someone lives as a pet, usually involving their partner, though I suppose that's not the only way."

"So it's a sex thing," Shego said flatly.

The girl shrugged. "Yeah, sure, though it doesn't always have to be." she said, "Some people just like it for the comfort. No stress, easy life, lots of petting and affection. It can be very nice." The girl gave a conspiratorial smile and leaned in close at Shego's flat look. "Felix quite likes it when I'm his little lap kitty. One time I caught sight of us in a mirror as he was stroking me and he was smirking like some kind of Bond villain. It was so funny I nearly fell on the floor before he caught me."

Shego rocked back, slightly stunned. "And does Ron know about this?" she asked, carefully minding her tone.

"Oh yeah," Zita said, "We're not super open about it, but Ron has spent enough time with us that it's slipped out. Even caught me all dressed up as a sexy kitten for Felix one day when they got back from buying a game, so I can kind of relate to how you felt this afternoon." The girl gave a relieved giggle. "So I figured that's what you were doing. I actually felt pretty excited hoping there was someone I could talk about this stuff with now. Kim is waaaay to much of a prude and Monique is such a blabber mouth telling her anything means everyone three states over will know about it by the next sunrise."

Shego felt cold. Used. Betrayed. The leash between her and Ron, the one bond she'd had to keep her from falling went from being a life line back to being a noose. She hung over the pit. That yawning, hungering, ever waiting pit that wanted to devour her.

"I see," Shego said. "I'll be right back Zita."

"Huh? Okay!" The girl said happily, grabbing another box of cookies as Shego stalked out to the living room.

When she was behind Ron she leaned over the back of the sofa, both hands coming to rest on his shoulders. "Oh Ron," she said, her voice a dangerous sing song.

"Hey Sheila, what's up?" Ron asked, looking up at her with a smile.

"Who came up with the idea of me being your pet," She asked, fingers tightening.

Ron looked confused for a moment, then turned his head to look at the standby screen, his foot idly tapping on the table as he thought. "Uh...I think it was Wade, actually." He said after a long moment.

Her grip tightened. "You sure about that? Positive it wasn't you?" She asked coldly. Zita had come out of the kitchen and was looking horrified. Felix was looking confused, and Ron's face matched it as he tilted his head back to look at her.

"Yeah, positive," the blond said, one hand coming up to rest on hers. "Why? Are you okay? Is something wrong?"

"You tell me, petplay boy." Shego said icily.

"Pet...play?" Ron repeated, then the confusion faded and embarrassment flooded his face. Felix made a choking sound and Zita cursed. Ron tried to look at the Hispanic girl. "Zita, what the hell did you say?"

"She spilled your little secret is what!" Shego snapped sinking her nails into Ron's shoulder.

"Secret?" Ron yelped. "What secret? Petplay isn't even my thing!"

"Sure it isn't!" Shego snarled, "Like you wouldn't be into having a hot woman on a leash, begging you..." she trailed off, her temper flaring as he blushed harder.

"It wasn't my idea!" Ron yelped, "I swear! Hell, I'd forgotten all about petplay stuff until you just mentioned it!" He squawked as her hands wrapped around his neck in her anger. "Guys! HAlp!"

Shego found herself being lifted up into the air by a pair of mechanical arms coming from Felix's wheelchair, as Zita rushed over to try and pry her hands from Ron's neck. After several minutes of struggle she found herself up in the air, kicking and swing her plasma charged fist, trying to get at Ron.

"Shego! Shego calm down!" Ron said, dodging her fists. "It wasn't my idea."

"Like hell!" she spat, feeling used and betrayed as all hell, "You saw a chance to have a sex pet and went with it knowing I was helpless! Asshole!"

She wasn't sure when he moved, but suddenly he was on the same side of the couch as her, his hands gripping her arms below the plasma and suddenly she couldn't move them. His eyes glared at her and she felt herself wilting under their temper.

"Shego," he said evenly, refusing to let her look away. "I would never do that to you." When she refused to answer, he moved closer to her, his voice just as firm, but somehow adding a bit of a soothing tone to it. "I would never do that to you. I would never intentionally try to exploit you or take advantage of you, especially not for some fetish."

She stilled and the plasma dimmed, but she kept glowering at him under its emerald light. She didn't believe him. She didn't want to. But...but his eyes held no lies. He was so close. She could smell him, the different scents that made up the man who'd sheltered her. Whose pillow she'd cuddled in lonely moments. Who had held her as she'd have extremely un-Shego-like crying fits. Who had repeatedly held off the princess from taking her.

"Yes, I know about pet play. To be honest some of the stuff you've been doing made me figure you knew about it too, but honestly discussing sex or anything to do with it feels super awkward so I didn't feel like asking. Felix and Zita introduced me to it several months ago, but I never got invested in it and I mostly forgot about it except something they do, mostly when she starts purring."

Zita colored at that, and she assumed Felix was doing the same behind her. She returned her glare to Ron, but it lost some of its heat.

"I'm your friend, Shego," Ron said softly, "And I know we hadn't spent much time around each other before this all started, so it's okay if you don't believe me, but I would never exploit a stranger like that, much less a friend."

She glared at him, but despite everything she could see nothing but absolute honesty in his eyes. The kid really was too damn innocent to pull anything like this, she realized. She deflated, plasma vanishing with a pop, so she hung by the robo-arms and Ron's grip on her arms.

"Okay, I believe you," she said, defeated. The leash loosened from being a noose. She felt him let go of her arms and place a gentle kiss on her hair. After hanging for a moment she squirmed. "Can you let me down, I promise to be a good girl."

Her face flushed as she realized what she'd just said. Zita hid a smile behind her hand. "She's not gonna go psycho on us if I let her down, right?" Felix said behind her and she twisted around to glare at him. The young man swallowed.

"No," Ron said, "I promise she'll be a good girl too, man." The other young man nodded and Shego felt the floor under her feet. "That being said you might need see about your own girl, Felix."

Zita's smile vanished as the trio turned to look at her. "Oh, I think someone has been a very bad kitten," Felix said with a smirk as his chair edged slowly towards the dusky skinned girl. "I think she needs to be punished..." he trailed off.

Zita gave an 'eep' and dashed into the kitchen, the electric motors of the wheelchair spinning up as he chased after her. Shego found herself alone with Ron.

"I'm sorry," she said contritely, her emotions a confusing jumble that she couldn't make sense of, "I jumped to conclusions you didn't deserve." She stiffened as he pulled her into a hug, but relaxed after a moment.

"It's fine," Ron said, rubbing her arm as he held her. "I was being honest, I figured you knew about such things given some of the teasing you'd done, but honestly I hadn't been thinking about it."

Shego felt him harden against her body and gave him an accusing glare. "You're thinking about it now," she growled.

Ron blushed, but laughed. "Well, sure." He said, "but it's like thinking about pink elephants."

"Pink elephants," she said flatly.

"Yeah," Ron grinned, "try not to think about pink elephants." Shego glared at him, but thoughts of pink elephants dancing started to appear in her mind. "See. Now how am I not supposed to think about you and petgirls, when you've been my pet for a month and you so violently brought up the subject?"

She slumped and admitted defeat with a sigh. He had a point, she supposed. And he was so close. And strong, he'd held her arms like it was almost nothing, which was something given her superior strength. He was so strong. The scents of him that she'd unconsciously come to associate with safety and comfort surrounded her. Even the hardness of him pressing against her was so masculine at the moment, it was distracting. She was having trouble thinking. The heat she'd felt around him more and more coiled strongly inside her as fear and rage was replaced with comfort and...something else. Like attraction, only far deeper and heavier.

The sound of Zita shrieking rang out from somewhere deeper in the house.

"Should we be worried?" she asked, looking in the direction of the shrieks.

"Nah," Ron said, "Felix loves her waaay to much to ever hurt her. Besides, it's like you've said, bad girls need to be spanked."

Shego was about to say something when suddenly his hand landed solidly on her ass. She stared at him in open mouth shock, which only grew as he did it again. And then again rapidly. The coiling feeling clenched hard. "You've been a bad girl, Sheila," Ron said, his voice suddenly husky. "Very bad. Good girls don't attack their Masters." His hand landed another solid smack. "Only bad girls do that," he continued landing another. Her mouth snapped shut, feeling too shocked by his actions to do anything. "And bad girls get spanked." He said in a husky whisper, his hand landing solidly once more.

Shego's body shuddered hard, heat exploding from her core and burning like a flash fire through her entire body. 'D-did I just...' she couldn't finish the though as yet another slap landed on her ass, making her shudder again and leaving her with the answer that if she hadn't before, she certainly just did then, even if it was a small one. 'How?' she wonder as her breathing went erratic, 'he hasn't even touched me there!'

Her thoughts went blank as another slap landed, driving another rush through her. This one was strong enough to take the strength from her legs. She collapsed against him gasping. "Sorry Master!" she panted, "I'll be good! I'll be good!"

If he had been about to spank her again, it never came and she couldn't decide if she was disappointed or not. The little voice in her head was screaming its fury at being denied continued attention, howling that it would be bad forever it this was the reward. She found herself having a hard time disagreeing at the moment, being held up by Ron's surprisingly strong arms.

"Shego, you okay?" he asked nervously.

"I'm peachy," she said, her voice sounding dreamy or drugged, she wasn't sure, "Master." She gratefully took his assistance to stand up. Catching his blush she looked down and saw the large wet spot on her shorts and the glistening on her inner thighs. She went emerald.

"C-can I be excused?" She wasn't sure why she was asking. She'd have never asked before. "Master?" the word left her mouth unbidden. She wasn't sure what was worse, if he was innocent and thought she'd lost control of her bladder, or if he wasn't innocent and knew what that was really was. She wasn't sure which was more embarrassing, but given he knew about sex games she didn't, innocent was looking like a pretty thin option.

"Yeah, sure." Ron said. She nodded and turned around to head to the bathroom.

Slap.

She heard it before she felt it, and then she felt it flood through her. Her body shook as she steadied herself on the sofa and twisted to stare at him in shock. He looked embarrassed. "Sorry," He said, "I...uh...couldn't help it."

She didn't say anything as she all but dragged herself into the bedroom. Her thoughts though, wouldn't shut up. Nor would her emotions towards the young man who had just so completely mastered her body in ways she didn't think were even possible.

When she got back downstairs, Zita gave her fresh black yoga pants an inquiring look. Shego returned it with an inquiring look at Zita's ass, which was gingerly perched on the sofa. It looked like bad girls did indeed get spanks, though it looked like Zita's hadn't been as pleasant as her own.

"Okay, we ready to keep going?" Ron asked making a toasting motion with Felix using their mutual sodas.

"Absolutely," the other young man said. "We need to buckle down if we wanna get through it tonight, we're barely half way from what people were saying. Right Zita?"

"Yes, sir," the girl said blushing as she settled down in the sofa with a hiss.

"You ready Sheila?" Ron asked, looking at her with a gentle expression that made her heart twitch. She settled for nodding, not trusting what she might say. Instead she grit her teeth and focused on the game as screams and explosions started blasting through the speakers yet again.

Several hours later.

"Come on Shego!" Ron cheer, "You can do it!"

"Go Shego! Go Shego! Go Shego!" Zita and Felix were chanting, pumping their fists in the air.

Shego jerked about on the sofa, practically throwing herself as she threw the controller back and forth in an effort to make her character dodge that much harder, shoot that much faster. Her fingers hurt, her eyes were so dry they felt like sandpaper, she had to pee like a racehorse, and wanted to fall asleep in Ron's arms and never wake up.

But this was the last wave, of the last mission, and they'd been at it at least ten time, and she was going to be damned if she didn't give this last bit everything she had. No zombie, no game, was going to beat her!"

The machine gun BRRRRRRRRRR'd as she held down the trigger, trying to track as many shots into the horde as she could while dodging another "Boomer." The explosion rocked the camera and her health lost a hard chunk out of it's already depleted supply, but she dragged herself to her feet, launching a grenade and then blasting away at a propane container. Fire filled the screen, corpses rag dolled, one of which hit her and tore more health away.

"Comeoncomeoncomeon!" Zita was chanting like a maniac.

"Chopper inbound," a voice came over the radio. "Sixty seconds to pick up."

She smashed a zombie with the butt of her rifle, but when she went to fire it clicked empty. Reload came up empty. She swapped to the pistol. Three clips in fifteen seconds. Empty.

Thirty seconds.

She grabbed a stop sign, swing it wildly like an ax as she scrambled up on top of a bus. Zombies fell left and right, but she lost another chunk. 5% left. One more hit and she was dead.

Twenty seconds.

She wasn't going to make it.

She swung anyways, wishing she had plasma in the game too. Zombie after zombie tried to climb up, using the corpses of their fallen to rise up. She swung till the sign broke, then used the broken pole instead.

Ten seconds.

They were on her, but she swung wildly, slamming into Zita and Ron, giving a primal scream of rage is if it would go through the screen.

"Extraction complete, Mission Successful." Played across the screen as the game zoomed out, showing the zombies being blasted away from her and her character being air lifted out by a helicopter to the euphoric cheers of her friends. She was barely aware of Ron and Zita chest slamming each other as she collapsed, the controller sliding numbly from her finger.

She was vaguely aware of Felix and Rita spinning around in his chair as they kissed. That awareness faded as she felt herself floating and wondered if she was finally passing out from the exhaustion.

Then she was very aware that someone was kissing her, hard, as she was spun around in the air. This is nice, she thought hazily, barely registering that that Ron was kissing her, or that she was wrapping her arms around him.

"Booooyah!" Ron's shout in her face shocked her back awake.

Oh.

Oh no.

She'd kissed Ron. Well, he'd kissed her. She was in his arms and he'd just kissed her. And as much as she'd teased, or tried not to think about it, this was it. They'd crossed a line they couldn't go back.

He was looking at her, his face a literal sun of joy. He was breathing hard. So was she, she realized. The two of them slowly became aware Felix and Zita grinning at them.

"Nice," Felix said, drawing out the word. Zita elbowed him, making him grunt, but she was grinning just as hard if not harder.

Shego wondered if it was possible for her to stuck constantly with an emerald blush. The way things had been going, she was starting to wonder. Ron was all muscle against her, and he wasn't being stingy with his grip, even as his he realized what he'd just done.

"Shego..." he said softly, "...I..."

She was about to try and come up with something to say. Something that would safely put them back in teasing territory, or play it off as a moment of passion, or a joke, anything not to be a big deal, when she was suddenly made very aware that her extremely full bladder had suddenly been denied a lot of space. She squeaked and tried wriggle away, but his arm tightened.

That made it worse.

"Ron, please, I need to go!" she hissed.

"D-don't run," he whispered, looking almost crest fallen, "Please? I'm so-"

She cut him off with another wriggle, planting her hands on his chest and pushing. "Ron, please, unless you're about to tell me you're also into a fetish where women wet themselves I need to goooooo." Watching him go red she hissed. "Okay, tabling that, unless you want me to do it in front of your friends, now would be really nice!"

For a moment she thought his arm squeezed her tighter, but then suddenly she was free and so she practically threw herself down the hall.

She practically threw the door into the hallways she tried so hard to close it with one hand, desperately trying to peel off the tight, sweat soaked yoga pants with the other. 'At least there's no buttons or zipper,' managing it and landing on the seat before loosing all control.

Shego came back into the living room, feeling even more drained, but at least not like she was about to explode. Felix had managed to fall asleep, head thrown back and snoring loudly. Zita was in his lap, and didn't look to be doing much better, but managed to throw her a grin and an okay sign.

Ron was looking embarrassed and refused to look at her as she came back over and sat next to him. "S-sorry about that, Shego," he said softly.

'Okay, if that's how he wants to play it,' She thought. 'Just let everything go back to normal.' She ignored the part of her that was disappointed.

"It's alright," she said nonchalantly, "We've all had a long night and it was an exciting moment. Thing happen. Could have happened with anyone."

"Uh, right," Ron said, still refusing to look at her.

Seized by some fey mood she wrote off as extreme exhaustion, she leaned forwards, pressing her breasts up. "I mean, if Zita had been sitting here, could have been her." she said teasing, "Or even Felix, if he would give up his iron throne long enough to deign to sit among mere mortals." As Ron turned even more red, she teased, her voice a merry sing song, "Ron and Felix, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G~"

"Fuck it," Ron said in a guttural voice that surprised her. But nearly half as much as when he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into another kiss.

They slammed into each other, and their teeth clicked painful, but she quickly forgot that as the kiss went from 'kinda awkward' to 'absolutely soul searing." She had no idea he had it in him, much less that he had the talent for it, and then she had no idea at all as it roared through her like a wildfire.

If she felt drunk before the kiss, she felt positively wasted when Ron finally released her enough to let her get anything close to air. She vaguely heard him growl, "This time, I'm not sorry."

"Uh huh," she slurred, "Okay. Apology accepted." Zita giggled somewhere in the background. Felix woke up with a snort.

"Huh? What did I miss?" He asked sleepily.

"Oh, just Ron laying it down like an absolute Master," Zita said with a giggle.

"Hmmm, Master," Shego half purred, half slurred as she felt herself collapse with her head in Ron's lap, his hand laced in her hair.

"See, she agrees with me," Zita giggled.

"Nice," Felix said, giving a soft oof as he was elbowed again, which ended in shrieking giggles as he retaliated.

"Stop! Stop, Master! I yield, I yield!" Zita giggled.

"Don't stop," Shego slurred, "Masters must enforce discipline and bad girls should be punished!" She felt Ron's silent laughter rumble through his lap into her.

"What! No! Shego, I thought we were friends!" Zita shrieked as Felix kept tickling her, "How could you betray me like this?"

Shego nuzzled into Ron's lap, blackness wrapping her up inescapably. "Level Forty-Seven she slurred."

The last thing she heard was Zita's cries for mercy.