Alright, new day, new chapter. Again, this one is a bit shorter, I am slightly sorry about that, but the events inside seemed important enough to focus on. So it be what it be.

As always, thanks for the favs and reviews. Hopefully they're all getting in, but I do apologize if some of them don't. I generally haven't responded to them because most everything people ask is going to be addressed in the story. However, someone asked why Shego didn't go to her brothers for help, and I will admit that was an oversight on my part (I think when I started writing I forgot she had them). The full details may get addressed in a short story, but basically GJ knew about her brothers and basically made sure there was no way she could reasonably get to them. There also the concern for Shego that since Hego is such a "by the book" guy and an idiot that he could have been convinced to hand her over to "protective custody" while GJ "resolved" the situation.

Anyways, please enjoy. This one has some sweetness to its shortness.

Chapter 8

Shego wasn't sure what she was hoping would happen after literally throwing herself at Ron's feet and begging him to own her. Cuddling on the couch. Heavy kissing in the hallway. Being fucked into utter submission. All attractive options, as much as she didn't want to rush their new relationship.

Kim slamming through the front door was absolutely not on the list. "Ron!" the redhead, "We're going to be late!"

Thankfully, they were still up on the second floor and completely out of sight, or who knew what shit storm was would have gone down if Kim caught them. 'Right,' Shego thought, 'Rule number one is not letting princess find out. Maybe forever.'

Given Ron's disappointed, terrified, and confused look Shego figured he was making the same decision she was. "Go," she whispered, "Keep me safe, Master."

He gave a soft laugh and kissed her gently. "Okay. You be a good girl," He said, "No messes on the carpet."

He laughed again as she slapped at him and called him an asshole, before walking down the stairs. "What's up Kim?" she heard him say. "Late for what?"

"For dad to take us to the Space Center so we can finish working on the chemistry project, remember?" Kim said with a huff, "I swear, I don't know what's going on with you Ron, but you've been so absent minded lately. You need to get your head back in the game."

Ron's groan echoed through the house. "I hate this damn project," he complained, and she heard him grabbing his backpack, "Who the heck decided high school kids needed to work on something that actually requires a rocket scientist to complete?"

"Education is important Ron," Kim said firmly.

"Sure, but there's education and then there's this," Ron complained. Shego watched as Rufus streaked past her, giving a quick thumbs up on his way. "Oh, hey buddy, ready to go?" she heard her master ask the naked mole rat, receiving an affirmative chitter.

"I'll be back later Sheila!" Ron yelled.

"Be safe," she called back, staying out of sight. Kim's annoyed huff was unmissable as the door slammed shut.

"Great," She grumbled. "Another day all alone. Maybe I should have asked to go along." Making her way down the stairs, she considered it. Getting out the house and being near Ron would be nice. Of course she would have to be on her absolute best behavior and not give a hint that things were heating up between them, which was no fun. And she'd have to be on the leash the whole time. And Kim would be there. Not worth it, she decided.

Still, getting Ron to take her out would be nice. Sure, maybe fancy restaurants or other obvious dates wouldn't work, but maybe a movie or something. If they went to a drive in movie, she might not even have to wear her leash the entire time in the car. She wondered if those still existed, might be worth looking into.

She settled for straightening up the house a little bit. Domestic servitude was not part of being a pet, but as good as she had gotten laying around doing nothing working for Dr. D, and loved being lazy, eventually one just went stir crazy and needed to do something after being trapped in a house for months, and cable wasn't cutting it.

By late afternoon she'd done everything she normally did to pass the time, and was feeling desperately bored, to the point where she was thinking of having a snack just for something to do, even if it risked ruining her appetite for whatever her Master decided to cook.

Which is how she found herself in the kitchen, staring at the pet bowls. They didn't stare back at her, of course, but she couldn't look away from them. There was fresh water in the one, she'd filled it up earlier that day without even thinking. Now she could almost feel it taunting her.

'You're a pet,' it practically shouted, 'give in, act like it!'

For a moment she almost blasted it with plasma for taunting her, but she'd have to explain why the kitchen would look like it caught fire. Thirst tickled the back of her throat, and she knew it was a trick, but it persisted.

'Just think of your Master,' Zita's voice purred in her mind. 'Think of his love, and his pride in you, and how good it feels to be the absolute best pet you can be for him.'

Shego had to admit, as humiliating as the whole thing was, she did want Ron to be proud of her oddly enough. She'd begged him to let her be his pet. It wasn't being forced on her. It wasn't even his idea. But he was accepting it, for her. Was it too much to ask of herself to be the best she could be for the man she begged to have her this way? Did he deserve any less than her best, after he had done so much to save her life, and was doing his best to save her sanity.

Of course not, she admitted. He deserved her best, and he deserved her pushing to be even better than that...whatever that meant.

She slowly got to her knees and crawled towards the bowl. It felt like she was being drawn inexorably to it, like a plane crashing into the earth. She could barely think, barely breath. It felt so inevitable, inescapable.

Shego jerked slightly as her tongue touched the cool water. Slowly, trying to remember the tips Zita had given her over their practice sessions, she lapped away. The thirst went away, slowly, and then she felt relieved as she kept going.

Closing her eyes, she imagine Ron watching her. Would this excite him? Would he think less of her? The image of him smiling with pride appeared in her mind. The feel of his hands petting her. Him calling a good girl.

She felt her body relax as she drank more, losing the tension that had been locking her muscles. He wouldn't think less of her, she was sure. If he didn't think less of her after all the emotional outbursts she'd had these last couple months, something like drinking wouldn't do it, even if it was out of a pet dish.

Her tongue hit plastic, and she jolted slightly, lifting up to see she'd actually drunk most of the water out of the bowl. Instinctively she glanced around to see if anyone had seen her, but she was alone still. Blushing slightly she moved away on her hands and knees, because it felt natural.

She crawled all the way to the sofa and lay down, her mind in such a jumble it was hard to focus on any one thought or emotion. Her belly felt full of water at the moment, reminding her of what she'd just done. The late afternoon sun shone through the blinds, leaving warm patches where it hit her legs.

Sleep took her.

"Sheila, dinner's ready," Ron's voice broke through, along with a gentle shaking. When she mumbled unintelligibly, he laughed and shook her a bit more. "Come on, while it's still fresh."

"ogay," she mumbled, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She wasn't sure what it was he'd cooked, but it smelled amazing. So she just climbed over the back of the sofa and followed him into the kitchen.

When she didn't come in, however, Ron looked back at her. "Everything okay?" he asked.

Still mostly asleep, looked drowsily at the plates on the table. "I'mma pet," she mumbled. "Do pets eat at the table?"

Ron bit back a soft laugh as Rufus chittered angrily. He came back to her, placing his hands on her hips and gently kissing her. "My pets can," He said gently, "as long as they want to." She blinked sleepily at him. "Do you wanna eat at the table with me, or do you want me to put it in your bowl?"

"I wanna eat with you," she said drowsily, "But Master is Master, and Sheila is a good girl who does what Master wants."

"Then tonight Master wants his Sheila to eat with him." He said with a smile, gently guiding her into a chair. She nodded and dug into her plate as he sat down.

The first bite started waking her up. "Oh my god, what is this?" Shego asked, shoveling another bite into her mouth, making Ron laugh.

"Japanese curry rice," he said, "with beef, onions, carrots, and potatoes." He dug into his own. Rufus even had a small plate, making happy noises much like Shego was.

"It's amazing," Shego moaned, half her plate already gone. "Marry me."

Everyone froze, Ron and Shego slowly coming to look at each other. She flushed. "I...I mean..." she stammered, flushing harder as he took her hand.

"I know what you mean," Ron said gently, "it's okay. You said something similar when I made that chocolate cake the other week."

She looked away, trying to remember. "I did?" she asked. She couldn't think of anything. Then again, the whole cake thing had basically been an orgasm high.

Ron blushed and laughed softly. "Yes, though it was more, 'Oh God, please fuck me." he said, making her flush sustain itself with renewed effort. "Honestly, I take it as a complement to my bon-diggity cooking skills."

She buried her face in her hands. "Did I really say that?" she groaned.

"Yep," He grinned at her, "In fact you went into some detail about how good the cake was and if I was that good at making cake, then I could only be even better at making babies."

She pushed her plate away and buried her face in her arms. "Please be joking." she whimpered.

"I wish I was," Ron continued, his voice flooded with humor. "You just kept getting more and more explicit, started crawling across the table and stripping off everything. I had to hold you off with a chair."

Shego paused. Okay, the cake had been good enough to almost make her climax, and it had been good enough for her to miss him mentioning friends coming over, but she was very, very positive she hadn't done anything like that under its influence. She tilted her head up to glare at Ron with narrow eyes."I absolutely did not do that..." she growled.

"Did you not?" Ron did his best to look innocent. "I could have sworn it happened."

"It didn't!" She growled, leaning over the table towards him."I am positive!"

"No, no," Ron shook his head, grinning at her. "I'm sure it did." She growled and kept moving forwards, her knees on the table now as she gripped the edge in front of him to support herself, her face in his.

"I. Did. Not." She growled.

He merely smirked at her, glancing along the length of her as she perched on the table, her arms framing her breasts in the tight sports bra she was wearing and his trapped curry, the emerald flush that ran from her lovely face to her full breasts. The toned belly, bare and showing off the light muscles she'd build from years of training. The long, firm legs, wrapped tightly in a pair yoga pants a shade of green that almost matched her skin. She followed his gaze, looking down and realizing that she was basically like he had claimed she was, passionately getting in his face on the table.

Before she could react or say anything, his lips were on hers, gently but firmly drawing her into a kiss. Her breath caught and her eyes fluttered shut as she first fought, then surrendered to the kiss with a soft sigh. She lowered herself down to make it easier keep kissing him, and he obliged by deepening it slowly.

After a long moment, but honestly not long enough in her view, they parted and she sat up. "See," Ron said with a smile, "I told you it happened." His gaze went down and he laughed softly.

"Hmmph," She grunted, and narrowed his eyes when he laughed. "What's so funny!" she hissed, flushed.

"Seems you liked the curry so much you decided to steal mine," Ron said, indicating her. She looked down, and smeared across her toned abs was curry sauce and rice, though it looked to have missed her clothes.

"Ugg, sorry," she said, kneeling back, twisting and reaching behind herself to grab a napkin. She froze when she felt Ron's mouth on her belly. Slowly, Shego turned her head back around and watched as he delicately started to lick up the mess. Her breath hitched as his tongue dipped slowly into her belly button. It turned into a shudder as it curled inside, before sliding up and out again.

"R-Ron," she whimpered as he slowly licked along one side of the semi-entrance. His breath felt so hot on her skin. His touch was so firm, but gentle, as he divested her of rice and sauce. A shudder ran through her as he started another slow trail, moving slowly out to her waist, refusing to miss a spot, or leave a single drop behind.

When he reached the end, he came back and started the other side, tongue teasing the edge of her belly button. She was shuddering, her breath constantly catching in her throat as she whimpered. Narrow, firm strokes. Broad licks. He kept changing it up. Never rushing, never hesitating, completely thorough. And then, when there was no more curry on her belly, he came back to her belly button and placed a gentle kiss on it.

Shego was positive the slightest touch would set her off and that her pants were completely and utterly ruined until she could wash them. Repeatedly. At some point he'd placed his hands on her thighs, gripping them gently yet firmly, his fingers brushing her mound without fully touching, driving her even more mad with how close he was. Her hips tried to rock, but the weight on his hands was enough to hold her still.

"R-ron..." she whimpered. "M-master...please..." He finally looked up at her, half hidden behind her massive bust, but she could see his eyes. His loving, hot eyes.

"Please what, my pet?" He said, his voice husky. She jerked her hips, biting her lip and whimpering, not even sure what she was asking for. Mercy? More? To be completed? For him to take her, now?

"Pleaseeee," she pleaded. He didn't stop watching her, and for a long moment she wondered if he was going make her keep begging, to beg for what she wanted, even if she didn't know that was. Then she felt his right hand shift on her thigh, and his thumb ran firmly over her little button.

Her world shattered with a scream. Her body, already arched, nearly doubled over. The arms which had been behind her for support collapsed. She spasmed, hard, body clenching over and over again. Her voice gave out, and everything was stars. It was like she floated in a nebula, or a galaxy. There wasn't any gravity. There wasn't anything, except the pleasure and the stars.

Then there were his hands, again. He wasn't touching her core or her button anymore, they were just resting on her thighs like before, keeping her steady. The stars parted and she saw the ceiling. She lifted her head slowly, and there were his eyes. His face. He would never go down in history as an amazingly handsome man, but he looked amazing to her in that moment. Her Master. Her. Master.

She realized he was saying something. As his face grew more and more concerned, she finally could make out the words.

"Shego! Are you okay?" He asked, again apparently. She gave him a sultry, pleased, drugged smile.

"Hmmm, yes, Master," she moaned. "I'm perfect." Her head fell back with a light thunk, but she heard his sigh of relief.

There were the sounds of plates being moved, and then she was being dragged. Her legs fell of the table and hung limply as she lay on her back and ass. Ron was back over her, looking worried.

"You sure you're okay?" Ron asked again.

"Purrrrrfect," Shego moaned, giving him another drugged smile.

"What was that?" He asked, still worried and confused. She boggled at him for a moment. No. No way the man who had just done that to her was that innocent.

"Have you ever watched porn?" she asked, her voice slightly more solid as she continued to come back down.

Ron blushed, but nodded, watching her. Then his eyes widened and he blushed harder. "Oh," He said, "Ohhhh."

Shego lightly hooked her legs around his. "Big Ohhh," she purred as he pressed against her. "My sweet Master." She wriggled and felt his hardness. "Poor Master," she purred, "Would my Master like some help? He's so stiff and hard."

He blushed and looked away. "I don't want to push you," he said softly, "And you said you didn't want to rush things."

She smiled. Wonderful, perfect Master. She pushed herself further off the table, making him retreat as she lowered herself to the floor in a long, sensual arch, making his breath catch.

"You're right," she purred, "I don't want to rush. I want to take things slowly." She undid his pants and eased them down. "And we will...but my Master was so nice to me, and now he's suffering." She tugged his boxers away, revealing him. Average, but there was nothing wrong with that. Who it was attached to mattered more to her, especially now. "And I would be a terrible pet if I didn't take care of Master."

She heard him choke out her name as her tongue played the same dance on his flesh that he'd done to her. Long, slow, wet licks. Base to tip. Over, and over. Then she took him in her, tongue playing, tasting every fraction of him. Savoring it, making it last, bringing him to the edge a couple times, only to back off again. Then she drew him deep so he bumped the back of her throat and she sucked hard.

He exploded in her. Another woman might have judged, but she didn't. He was a virgin, and she'd been tormenting him for weeks. This was the culmination of almost two months of teasing and torment for both of them. Her mouth filled, rapidly and she knew her cheeks had to be bulging as she drew back.

Ron was panting, one hand on her head as she slid off him and smiled. Then she opened her mouth, playing with the results of her effort, rolling it around on her tongue for a long moment. Then, keeping her eyes locked with his, she swallowed it all, though it took two goes. "Thank you for the treat, Master," she purred, watching him shudder in pleasure.

"T-thank you," he said, making her smile as she nuzzled his softening flesh.

"You're welcome, Master," she purred, licking him clean, her hands on his thighs. When she was done she gently redressed him, and slowly stood up.

She saw him hesitate, and then he kissed her gently on the lips. He didn't try to go deeper, but she appreciated the gesture and caressed his face when he pulled back. After a moment, she looked down at her ruined pants. "Do you mind if I go freshen up, Master?" She asked.

He hesitated, looking into her eyes. "Um...do you want me to return the favor?" He asked, glancing down at her hips. 'Such a wonderful Master,' She mused. The image of him buried between her legs, doing to her core what he'd done to her belly made her feel flush with a fresh wave. But she knew if she gave into that, then she'd give into everything tonight before they were done and rushing things was a terrible idea.

"Master has already pleased his pet more than she could ask for tonight," She said huskily, "And if I let Master do...that...then I won't be able to stop Master for anything else and..."

He gave her a loving smile, "And you're not ready," He said softly.

"Not yet," she said softly, kissing his cheek, "Yet," she emphasized. The love and desire in his eyes was really testing her. "Now...unless Master would like me to walk around in my own cum...I should freshen up."

His arm locked around her. "It's tempting," he said huskily and the heat in her coiled tighter.

"I...I'll do it for Master if he wishes," She said softly, "but..."

"But what, Shego?" Ron asked softly.

She looked up at him, her eyes pleading, "It...would make it really hard to not give in..." she said softly. There, she was putting it in his hands. If he kept her like this, she would give in, and he could have all of her tonight. She felt terrified, she wasn't ready to go all way. It was too much, too fast. But at the same time she wanted it, damn the consequences to her mind and soul.

Ron looked torn, as if he understood what was at stake and what she wanted in both directions. The moment stretched on, and Shego wondered if it was going to last long enough for her to give in. She could feel her resolve crumbling faster and faster.

Then his arm loosened and he kissed her hair. "Okay, Shego," he said, looking like a man about to walk to the gallows as he gave her a gentle push towards the hallway. "Go get cleaned up."

She twisted and gave him a deep, loving kiss, before sprinting away, trying to outrun the crumbling dam.