Alright, new day, new chapter!
Thanks for the reviews and favs as always.
Someone asked why Shego was more mutated than her brothers. I kinda borrowed the idea from another story, but the simple answer is that as far as I know, she's the only one of the Gos who can fire plasma, which I figure puts her outside human norms. Sure, Hego is strong, Mego can shrink, and the Wegos can duplicate, but for the sake of things they can do those things either while within the tolerated genetic levels, or for reasons science can't understand, where as the ability to create and fire plasma is something mostly understood and would require a very different nervous and muscular system to handle the energy creation, distribution, and insulation.
Someone else mentioned a "wireless" leash and I'll be honest, I didn't think of that issue. The problem with it would be I don't think most leash laws allow for non-physical leashes, and as mentioned in an earlier chapter, Shego got minor PTSD from the shocks her collar could already give her, so neither she or Ron would likely agree to anything that would give her more shocks.
In terms of money, I do believe Ron gets checks, but it's been forever since I watched the show and I vaguely recalled they were being invested or something so he doesn't have direct access to them, though he could get it. As for Shego's funds, most of those were seized and anything that wasn't, well, who heard of a dog with a bank account and being able to just walk up and withdraw cash?
Anyways, please enjoy.
Chapter 9
The next week passed fairly uneventfully. She insisted on sleeping at his feet still, mostly because sleeping in his arms was far too much for her crumbling resolve to deal with, and she found the simple, if odd boundaries created by reinforcing her status as his pet in certain ways helped her. It might be a fetish, and abnormal, but it was a place in the universe she could grasp in the continued existential crisis that was her legal animal status.
That didn't mean there hadn't been more sessions like The Curry Incident, as she termed it. Ron grew more sure of his place as her master, and didn't always hold back from touching, teasing, and pleasing her. She hadn't let him return the favor of going down on her yet, mostly because she was still pretty sure she wouldn't stop him after that, and she'd limited herself to pleasing him with her mouth and hands.
When Ron had asked about it, after she'd spent the better part of half an hour pleasing him and he was begging her for mercy, she'd relented and explained that until Wade was sure Ron absolutely couldn't get arrested for fucking her, she didn't want to risk it. That being said, he couldn't get arrested if she "humped his leg" and she wasn't aware of anyone getting arrested for putting "peanut butter on their dick." Ron had relented, but then later he actually did put peanut butter on his dick as a joke.
She licked it off, like a good girl, then proceeded to get herself off by grinding on his leg before walking away leaving him with a hardness and no satisfaction for it. Cruel? Maybe. But she was still Shego and certain things had to be respected. Though, if he ever put the batter for his chocolate cake there...
All and all, things were going pretty smoothly until Ron got home from school Friday afternoon absolutely frustrated. Shego peeked over the back of the couch as he came in, slamming the front door and practically hurling his back pack carelessly down the hallway.
"What's wrong, Master?" she asked, kneeling up and resting her arms and chest on the sofa back. She tracked him as he came in the living room and hurled himself over the back to flop down next to her. She yelped as he grabbed her and pulled her across his lap.
"Kim's signed up for a mission to go and watch Dr. Cyrus Bortel's lab all weekend!" Ron groaned, rubbing his face in frustration. "All weekend."
"Oh," Shego said, wilting. They had been talking of borrowing his parent's car and finding a drive in theater to watch some movies. Now it was looking like she'd be stuck home alone instead.
"Kim didn't even bother to ask," Ron grumbled, resting his hands on her. "Just a hit on the site and instantly agreed. Apparently, he's made some improvements on his 'neruo-compliance' chips and is worried someone will try and steal them while he updates his security."
Shego felt a thrill of terror. She'd been under the control of one of those chips before. Given it had robbed her completely of any control over herself, but left her awake and aware of what was happening, she didn't want to think of what any 'improvement' to that would possibly be. It had been absolutely humiliating, and she'd played the biggest game of "Draken goes ouch" for a solid month after he'd used it on her. Thankfully, he hadn't gone to more...perverted ideas while she was under his absolute control.
"I don't suppose destroying them is an option instead?" She asked hopefully, "I mean, you are famous for being a klutz."
Ron gave her a look, and she wilted. "That chip was one of the worst experiences of my life," she said softly. "Not much different from when my humanity got stripped away. Trapped, screaming in my own mind, as my body and voice were made nothing but a puppet to whoever got control over the chip." She let Ron pull her into a tight hug.
"I didn't know that," Ron said softly. "Honestly, I never got hit with one. I figured it wasn't that big a deal since Kim used them on her brothers after she'd been under the effects of one."
Shego looked up at him in shock. "She what?" came her hissed question.
Ron nodded. "Yeah, something about making babysitting easier or something like that. Though I think the chips disappeared rather quickly afterwards if I recall," he said, looking thoughtful.
Shego looked up at him. "I won't try and stop you from going Master," she said softly, "but I also don't like you protecting that sort of thing. I don't think there's anyone in the world I would want to have the power to just control people's minds like that. It's one of the worst things you can do to a person."
Ron started petting her, and she drew comfort from that. "I suppose I'm just going to be stuck here by myself for a couple days," she sighed, "I was really looking forwards to getting out. It sucks."
"Yeah," Ron said sadly, "And it's not like I can just hire a pet sitter."
Both of them paused.
"Actually, that's not the worst idea," Ron said after a moment. Shego looked up at him, unsure about how she felt having a stranger come in and 'pet sit' her, as Ron pulled out his phone and started dialing. She relaxed when he started speaking though. "Zita, I have a huuuuuuuuge favor to ask you."
Zita's voice chirbled on the line. "Look, I have to go out of the country to help Kim with a mission for a couple days, and I was hoping you could pet-sit Sheila for me?" he said. Shego couldn't make out what the other girl said, but it didn't sound super positive. "Yeah, I know it's short notice, Kim just sprung it on me as school was ending. But given the situation...I don't want to leave Sheila alone, you know?" More chirbling. Ron looked at his watch. "Well, our ride leave at eleven, and we're supposed to be back in time for school on Monday." Chirbles. "I know, and I'm sorry. I was gonna take her to the movies tomorrow too." Chirbles. "Look, I promise you and Felix a fully catered five star meal by yours truly, just name the place." There was a long pause, followed by more chirbles, causing Ron to give a dramatic sigh. "Fine, a full seven course meal. I promise." Insistent chirbles, and Ron hesitated. "I don't know, Sheila's declared that cake far to dangerous..." he trialed off as Zita's voice clearly rang out, "You will make the damn German chocolate cake or no deal!"
"Okay, okay, I'll make it," Ron said, utterly defeated. Shego grinned. If he made the cake, she was going to at least lick the spoon. She could almost taste it already. "When can you get over here?" The chirbling was softer and Ron let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, thanks Zita, you're an angel."
Shego looked up at him. "Zita's coming over at ten and she's going to spend the weekend with you," he said, "Felix will probably be around as well, they were supposed to have a fancy date tomorrow and now I have to make it up to them."
"So I heard," Shego purred, pressing close and nuzzling under his chin. "Including cake."
"Down girl," Ron said, laughing softly, "Cake is too dangerous for you, remember?"
She nibbled his neck, pressing her breasts extra firmly against him. "Even if I'm a good girl?" she purred.
"Especially if you're a good girl," Ron said, voice growing husky.
"Even if I lick it like peanut butter?" she purred, gently worrying his skin between her teeth. His groan sent a shiver of pure pleasure and need through her body. "I'll even forgive you for the actual peanut butter."
"We'll see," he croaked.
They were interrupted by the chain on the door rattling. "Ron! Let me in? Seriously, why is the chain on the door?" Kim's voice rang out in clarion tones.
The couple groaned. They'd started putting the chain on the door after one too many close calls with Kim just busting into the house as she pleased. Ron couldn't exactly ask for his key back, and they couldn't tell Kim about their relationship yet either. If ever. Though Shego had mused over breakfast one day that if she ever got pregnant it was going to be pretty damn obvious something was going on. The white tank top she'd been wearing had been relegated to "cleaning and painting garments" given the amount of coffee Ron had spat all over it in shock.
He had licked up all the coffee off her skin though, so it wasn't a total loss.
"Coming Kim," Ron said as Shego climbed off of him and slinked upstairs. She watched from her perch at the top of the stairs as he unlatched the door and let the cheerleader in. "Why are you here so early?"
"Change of plans," Kim said brusquely, "Grab your gear, our flight leaves in an hour so we need to get moving."
"Oh come on, Kim!" Ron said, frustration overloading his voice.
"Don't complain to me," She said, "our original ride's scheduled changed up and its the only one that can get us there. Now scoot, we gotta get going."
"Kim, Zita can't get here to pet-sit Sheila until ten," Ron growled.
"I'm sure she'll be fine," Kim said, waving her hand dismissively. "Besides, what does she even need a pet sitter for?"
"You're not supposed to leave pets unattended for days at a time, Kim" Ron said flatly. "Both because it's bad for their health and legal reason."
"Oh, so now you care about her being a pet." Kim said snippily. "You'll ignore all my advice about discipline and training, but you have to be gone for a couple days and suddenly it's 'poor Sheila, she's just a defenseless animal who needs care and attention'."
Shego bristled, as did Ron. "Kim," Ron said flatly, "That's because some of your 'training' I wouldn't even use on a honey badger, and the only experience you have with pet ownership as a gold fish you got from a fair in fourth grade that died a week later."
Kim made a 'humph' sound. "Don't change the subject." She said.
"I'm not changing the subject, Kim" Ron said, is voice tired, and Shego suspected this very much not the first time this argument had happened outside of her presence. "You have no experience as a pet owner. You have no idea what it takes to raise and care for a pet properly. I do. And I'm pretty sure that my way works wonderfully judging by Rufus, so I'm going keep to my proven methods."
"Whatever," Kim said, dismissively. "I know Shego better than you. She was my arch enemy for years."
Shego barely managed to keep from laughing as she lay at the top of the stairs. After a moment, she paused though. If Kim really saw her like that, it both explained the girls harsh attitude and was even bigger cause for concern. Not just the fact that Kim had focused on her, the mercenary, rather than Draken the actual super villain, even if she couldn't blame the girl for assuming competence equaled threat. But because even though Ron owned her, he was Kim's best friend and complied with most of her wishes, which probably meant Kim saw Shego as under her power as well, even if unconsciously.
She found herself edging back further out of sight at the top of the stairs.
Ron gave a disgusted sigh. "If you say so, Kim," he said flatly. "I'll go get my gear."
Shego watching him come up the stairs and rolled out of the way so he could pass, before getting to her hands and knees and crawling after him. His hand caressed her hair as the went into the bedroom a she bumped into his legs. "Sorry about this, Shego," he said softly.
She hopped up on the bed and knelt to watch him start throwing clothes and gear into a backpack. "It happens," She said, "Though I was gonna beg for a treat before you left."
Ron growled in frustration as she used their code word for her blowing him, and she took pity on him. "I'll do it when you get back, Master," she said softly.
"Thanks," he said, giving her a gentle smile. "I'll be sure to give you some extra good belly rubs then too." She gave him her sunniest smile, before flopping on her back with her limbs up in the air and panted.
They both burst out laughing and he came over to stroke her hair. "You be a good girl for Zita, okay girl?" He said, scratching her scalp gently.
"Woof," Shego barked, giggling.
He left her in the bedroom and she remained on the bed, breathing in his scent long after the pair had left. It helped, and she was surprised by how lonely she felt already. Sure, she was used to him being gone for hours and hours with school and missions, but he was always coming home soon. Now he'd be gone for days and it was the longest she'd been parted from him.
The old Shego would have probably reveled in it, planning all the things she could do with no one around, but that was before. When she go put on a disguise and go shopping, or pull off some heist she'd been planning in her spare time. The world was full of colorful characters beyond Possible's Rogues Gallery, and she'd met a number of them over the years. From a street performing artist who spent entire weeks as a living statue wearing nothing but gold paint, to a couple of people who claimed to be holy warriors for the Norse gods. She wasn't sure if the gods were real, but the woman's hammer had certainly not been ordinary by any means.
Finally the doorbell rang and she went down stairs to find an annoyed Zita standing in a down pour. Shego looked at the drenched girl, who glared balefully back at her. "Ron!" Zita yelled, marching into the house and dripping all over the entryway. "Ron Stoppable, I'm adding conditions to my payment!"
"He's not here," Shego said, surprised by the sadness in her voice. When Zita spun around to look at her, she sighed. "Kim showed up a couple hours ago. Apparently their flight plans changed and he had to leave early."
"Dios mio," Zita cursed with a groan. "That girl has no concern for anyone else, does she?"
"Not as much as most of us would like," Shego commiserated. "Look, you should probably get out of those. I'm sure I can find some spare things for you to wear if you want to grab a shower and warm up." She said, noticing Zita was starting to shiver.
"Sheila," Zita gave her a pitying glare, "I appreciate the offer, but I'm pretty sure nothing you have would fit me."
"You calling me fat?" Shego said, suddenly wondering if all her efforts not to get fat off Ron's cooking were failing. Her boobs had seemed to be getting bigger and she thought her abs might be getting a little soft."
Zita gave her a flat look. "Girl, I know you're not fishing for complements," the dark skinned girl said, "No woman with a body like yours needs them." She started stripping out of her wet clothes, pausing to point at her modest chest, then looking pointedly at Shego's much larger bust-line. "You do a great job of wearing stuff that shows off your assets for your Master, but that stuff is going to hang off of me like a sack and you know it."
Shego sighed. "I guess you have a point." she said softly.
"Besides, I brought spare clothes in my back pack which should be fine so long as the rain didn't soak them too." Zita said cheerfully. "But I think I will take that hot shower."
"I'll make us some chocolate," Shego said with a smile, "and I'll throw those in the drier."
"Thanks, amiga," Zita said, handing off the soaked clothes and picking up her backpack before walking off.
Thirty minutes later Shego was curled up on the sofa, flipping through the channels absently when Zita came back wearing a pair of pajamas with kittens all over the pants and 'bad kitty' emblazoned across the chest. Shego heard jingling, and for a moment froze, terror at the memory of electric shocks flicking at her before she paused. Her collar didn't jingle anymore, Ron had managed to find rubber mufflers to use on her tags. Curiously she turned to look at Zita and realize the girl was wearing a pretty pink leather collar with a cat bell hanging off the ring.
Seeing Shego's started expression, Zita laughed. "I figured even though I'm technically here as your pet sitter, there was absolutely no reason I couldn't spend time as Canela."
"Canela?" Shego asked, confused, which made Zita laugh.
"It means cinnamon in Spanish," Zita explained, "It's Felix's name for me as his kitten. Like Ron calling you Sheila."
"Oh," Shego said, "Not exactly. Sheila is my real name, it was all I could come up when it came time to name me for the registration, and I refused to use what Kim came up with."
"What did Kim come up with?" Zita asked, not bothering to hide her smile.
"Shegaroo," Shego groaned in disgust, "I think it had something to do with those dreadful cuddlebuddies she's obsessed with."
"Oh god, that's terrible," Zita laughed, "I can see why you went with your real name instead."
"Yeah," Shego sipped her coco, then in her best Kim Possible impression said, "Here' Shegaroo, come here girl! Come Shegaroo!"
"Stop, stop!" Zita said laughing. "You're gonna give me nightmares."
"I know right?" Shego said, laughing softly herself. She calmed down and looked into her mug. "I'm so lucky Ron was willing to take me instead."
Zita's hand on her knee was comforting. "I know," the Hispanic girl said softly. "And I think he's lucky to have you too." They sat there for a moment in companionable silence before Zita got a naughty grin. "So, has your master mated you yet?"
"What!" Shego gasped at the girl.
"Don't act all innocent with me, Sheila," Zita's grin was positively evil. "Has the Ron-man bent his little bitch over and bred a litter into her needy little body?"
"Zita, that is no way for a young lady to talk," Shego said, trying to sound as offended and scandalized as possible. "And it is certainly not anything a proper lady like myself would discuss."
At the dangerous glint in Zita's eyes she set her coco safely on the table. Not a moment too soon, as the young woman practically flew through the air at her and tackled her. Questing fingers instantly sought weak point to tickle and they were both laughing and giggling as the thrashed about on the sofa.
"Zita, stop, please!" Shego begged laughing, trying to find the other girl off.
"Nope, the interrogation will continue until we have answers!" Zita said, doing her best to dodge Shego's attempts to throw her off and keep up the tickling.
Finally, after several long minutes, Shego relented and the two girls lay panting on the floor.
"I think I banged my head," Zita complained, sitting up and rubbing her temple."
"I know you banged my elbow against the table leg, you meanie," Shego replied, gasping for breath. "And my knee."
"Nah, the knee was all your own fault when you tried to throw me." Zita said, grabbing her coco and drinking deeply. Shego grunted noncommittally. Setting the mug down, the Hispanic girl smirked down at her friend. "I won so spill, you and Ron do the dirty yet?"
Shego sighed, but admitted defeat. "No, we've not done it yet." She said, "I'm still waiting for Wade to get back to us about if he can do it without getting arrested."
"Arrested?" Zita asked, looking curious.
"I'm legally an animal," Shego reminded her, "At least internationally. Nationally is still up for debate. And fucking animals is legally bestiality and generally illegal."
Zita looked nonplussed. "Huh, I hadn't thought about that," she said after a moment. "That's gotta be weird and awkward."
"Ron calls it awkweird," Shego said, "And it's a fitting term."
"Yeah, I guess it is," the Hispanic girl toyed idly with the handle of her mug.
"We've still kinda messed around a bit," Shego admitted after a moment. "Mostly really heavy petting."
Zita rolled her eyes, "Girl, please tell me you're at least giving him some relief with how much you've been tormenting him." she said, "No one who's been as nice as Ron deserves that kind of torture."
"I admit to nothing," Shego said, "But no one gets arrested for peanut butter."
The Hispanic girl gave her a confused look, making Shego giggle before the raven haired woman make a licking motion. Zita's confusion remained for a moment before realization dawned at her and she burst out laughing. "Damn girl," the dark skinned girl said, "You got a nasty streak."
"I guess," Shego said, sitting up against the sofa and grabbing her coco. Several refreshing sips later she set it back and sighed, her head landing on the cushions. "He only used actual peanut butter once." Zita made a choking noise next to her.
"Damn," Zita said, "Felix hasn't done that one."
"Yes, well, you are a kitten, where as I am apparently more of a dog," Shego said, sighing contentedly. "I sleep at the foot of his bed, I guard the house, and I lick peanut butter."
They sat in companionable silence for a while, Zita seizing the remote and finally landing on some movie Shego thought might have been a chick flick, but was so utterly forgettable she wasn't sure.
"So how did you get the name Canela?" Shego asked after the movie ended. When Zita blushed, Shego gave the younger girl a predatory grin and made tickling motions with her finger. "Come on, spill."
Zita sighed, but relented instantly. "Felix and I had been dating for about two months when one day we were at his house and things started getting really heavy. One thing led to another and he was going down on me. At one point he looks up at me with the hottest look in his eyes and said I tasted just like cinnamon before diving back in." the girl had a far off, dreamy look as she continued. "Anyways, he started calling me his cinnamon bun because of it, I guess. Which was super sweet and super embarrassing. Then, later when we discovered petplay and realized we were absolutely addicted to it, he came up with Canela as my pet name."
"That's...honestly kind of adorable." Shego said with a slight smile.
"So, anything like that happen with you yet?" Zita asked. "Ron's still calling you Sheila, which I thought was your pet name."
"Are pet names normally part of this sort of thing?" Shego asked.
Zita shrugged, "No idea," she said. "Felix and I aren't exactly open about it, and while I have been on some forums you can't trust putting anything out there on the internet so I tend to not get involved and try to draw as little attention as possible. From what I've seen some people do, some people don't, it's about what works for those involved."
"I see," Shego said, feeling a bit relieved. "No, nothing like that's happened yet."
Zita yawned and stretched. "Well, no need to rush anything," she said. "Anyways, are there any care or feeding the Sheila things I need to know about and take care of before I turn in?"
Shego laughed, "No, nothing like that at the moment." She said, getting up and stretching. "Ron usually makes me breakfast though."
"Hmm, well, I'm no chef so no promises," Zita said, "It okay if I use the guest room since you sleep at Master's feet?"
"Absolutely," Shego said, "The sheets should be fresh. Have a good night, Zita."
"You too, Sheila." Zita said with a smile, giving the other woman a hug before vanishing upstairs.
Half an hour later Shego stripped down in Ron's room and curled up on the foot of his bed like always. The room felt so empty and lonely and she missed her Master. So she grabbed his pillows and brought them down to her end of the bed, curling up and breathing his scent as deeply as she could till she fell asleep.