New day, new chapter.

As always, thanks for the reviews and favs. Glad to see people are enjoying it. So some big stuff happened last chapter and that's pretty true for this one as well. I do apologize for the lack of details towards the end, but, well I believe I mentioned before the ratings system here is a lot less clear than it used to be. I'm not against fleshing it out, someday, but not sure where to post it.

Enjoy.

Chapter 12

Over the next few days, the start of the fallout landed. While it was impossible to say that 'battle lines were draw,' or 'consequences would never be the same,' what happened got out, or at least rumors of it did. No charges were pressed after lawyers were consulted between the two families. Jim and Tim also made it very clear that any action taken against Ron for his heroic destruction of the mind control chips was going to be met with serious consequences. Anne ended up backing up her sons, now that she was starting to see how much they had suffered under the chips.

Kim, according to the twins, had gotten a very long, very loud lecture about human rights, autonomy of self, consent, and the moral problems with using mind control on anyone, much less one's own family. They'd even provided an audio recording, which had been absolutely entertaining to listen to while Ron was at school. They had also begun a low key terror campaign on their sister, though they refused to share the details.

The official story for her injuries as far as the school and everyone's classmates was concerned was there had been a mission that afternoon and Kim had gotten injured then. No one was happy with that story, Shego was sure, but it kept things private. At least, that was the plan, which lasted all of two days till Thursday when Kim had apparently disregarded all advice and tried to talk to Ron. When Ron insisted on ignoring her, she'd persisted and said something that set Zita right off.

Shego wasn't sure how much of the story got out, but enough had happened to let everyone know that Ron was the one who had broken Kim's arm and that as far as Zita was concerned, one arm wasn't enough. That had started the rumor mill going. And once the mill was grinding, Monique got involved seeking only the best flour for her delicious and juicy pastries. Ron and Felix stayed out of it, but the young black woman had apparently found herself inundated at different times by both Kim and Zita's version of events.

Monique apparently decided to stay "neutral" which Shego was pretty sure was turning traitor as far as Kim was concerned. Some girl named Bonnie, who viewed herself as Kim's arch rival at school, used every opportunity to try and humiliate the redhead and this was no exception. Everyone stopped messing with Ron, which she hadn't known was a problem, so she chalked that up as a positive. Anne hadn't been happy about the story getting out, but there wasn't much she could do about it.

Shego was still worried about what Kim might try to do. The girl might have hope for salvaging things, but as that hope faded the redhead was going to blame her one hundred percent and there would be some form of hell to pay. Kim would never admit her own actions had cost her the friendships she'd taken for granted, it could only be the work of master villainess Shego!

Who was engaged in the monstrous act of decorating the back patio. Ron had stopped by a party supply store Friday after school and come home with a couple bags of decorations. White paper streamers, which she was looping around the area. Little tea lights, a couple larger candles, a vase which held some artificial, but attractive flowers. A white table cloth, things like that.

Ron had apparently splurged and bought her a special outfit to wear as she acted as the waitress for the evening. It had arrived that morning, but he refused to let her see it yet. Part of her was concerned, after all why keep it secret, but she trusted him almost as much as she loved him.

She still hadn't told him, except from rambling apology when he saved her. If he'd heard it, he hadn't pressed or teased her about it. She still had trouble admitting it to herself, the weight of it, the cost of anything happening and what it would do to her.

To make up for her weakness, and his saving her, she'd been very, very, very thorough in her "licking the peanut butter." He'd given her some concerned looks over it, but every time he pressed if everything was okay, she just smiled and promised it was.

It wasn't totally a lie, and the intimacy no matter how limited it was, helped. But she'd had a couple nightmares of Kim putting the chip on her, and one had involved Kim not leaving her there for Ron to rescue, but taking her off somewhere else. There were a lot of dark fates out there, and Shego knew too many of them to ever sleep easy. Kim could have really, really screwed her if the cheerleader had thought about it. Not just by handing her off to GJ. There were fates worse than death, and Kim had the connections even if she didn't know it.

She shook off the dark thoughts. It hadn't happened. Hopefully it never would. But she'd have to be careful. Kim was still around, and while she was sure that anything that happened would be avenged...it could still happen it might not end happily for her.

So she focused on cleaning and decorating the patio, trying to make it look as beautiful for her friends as possible. Before she realized it, the afternoon had faded to evening, and the air was filled with delicious smells from Ron's own efforts.

Ron popped his head out and grinned at her. "Hey Sheila, you ready to get dressed for the evening?" he said, "Date starts in an hour."

She slinked over, nuzzling into his neck. "An hour?" she purred, "but that's not nearly enough time for me to tend to my Master and get dressed." She smirked into his neck as she felt him go ridged at that. His endurance was improving under her careful, if somewhat torturous, training.

"Damn it, Shego," he hissed, his arms caressing her sides. She giggled and kissed him, before relenting and stepping back.

"Alright, let's see this super secret outfit you're making me wear," She said, giving a dramatic sigh. "I hope it's not too terrible, given this is supposed to be a romantic evening for them."

"Nah, I don't think it's that bad," Ron said, taking her hand and leading her up to the bedroom.

"Master, you're a teenage boy," Shego teased, "Your definitions are questionable by default."

"You're not that much older than me," Ron said, letting go of her hand and opening the box he'd put on his bed earlier.

"No, but I'm a woman, and thus not at the mercy of my hormones." She said, only to yelp as he slapped her ass.

"Bad girl," Ron said, turning back to the box, "no lying to master."

She let the rush of pleasure slowly die down. "Yes, Master."

Soon the outfit was laid out. It looked like a maid's uniform, if shorter and tighter than was traditional outside of the bedroom, with black dress, and emerald green apron and lace. It even had a traditional maid's lace cap, though this one also had a pair of cat ears on a hairband. Emerald green stockings, with little black bows, and a pair of black high heeled shoes. There was even a separate cat tail that ended in a small piece of shaped plastic.

Shego looked at it, then looked at Ron. "Are you sure you got the right thing?" She asked slowly. "I mean, it's lovely, but it looks more like something I should be wearing for you only, not to serve dinner."

"Pretty sure," Ron said, giving her a smile. "I read something about maid cafes over in japan, and I figured Zita likes anime and she's a cat, so she'd love having a catgirl maid serving dinner."

Shego sighed. Her lovable master was way, way to innocent sometimes. Part of her hoped he never lost that. It would make her world a little less bright.

"So you went and bought a maid outfit and kitten play gear." She said, to which he nodded. "Did you even look up what the maids in japanese cafe's wear?"

"Of course," Ron said, "Though this was as close as I could find." Shego decided there were probably lots of different style cafes, and sweet, innocent Ron probably hadn't noticed the difference shopping. And his reasoning had been sound, Zita absolutely would love being served by a cat maid.

She looked at the tail and sighed. "Ron," she asked softly. "Do you know how that tail attaches?"

"I figured there was a spot in the back it fit in," He said.

'He's not wrong,' Shego thought with a sigh. If she told him, chances were he wouldn't make her wear it. If she did wear it, she probably wouldn't be able to wear any underwear either, and given how short and formfitting the skirt was that was a recipe for disaster. Zita probably would tolerate the occasional panty flash, but full on nudity was right out.

"Ron," she said softly, "that tail doesn't attach to the dress."

"It doesn't?" he said, looking confused. "Crap, did I get gypped?"

"Not exactly." She said.

"Well, if it doesn't attach to the dress, how are you supposed to wear it?" He asked.

"You see the plastic part," she said, waving her hand at it.

"Yeah."

"It goes in my butt." Shego said, watching him. "it's called a buttplug for a reason. Didn't you notice when you bought it?"

Ron's look of confusion slowly turned to one of shock, then embarrassment. "No.." he said slowly. "it was listed as a tail plug. It didn't say anything about butts." He looked nervously at a second, smaller box that had been come with the main one.

Shego noticed. "Ron..." She said softly, "What's in the other box."

He wilted. "Well, I got the cat stuff because Zita is all into kittens," he said sadly. "But, well, as things have progressed you're more like a puppy. So, I figured you could probably wear the costume for me, but with puppy stuff rather than cat stuff. I thought the tails just hooked onto the costume somehow, so..."

She grabbed the box before he could do anything and tore it open. Inside was a headband with a pair of doggy ears, jet black like her hair, the kind that bent over themselves like a jack russel's. Also inside was another tailplug, though where the cat tail had basically been fake fur in a long tail, this one was all just solid, flexible black rubber, with the tail part being maybe a foot long and curling gently upwards.

"I'm sorry, Shego," Ron said, utterly defeated.

In the past, she probably would have plasma'd any man who asked her to wear that sort of thing. That was the past. Now she was Ron's puppy girl, and he was sweet and innocent and hadn't meant anything by it. She set them back on the bed and turned to him. Gently she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"It's alright, Master." She said gently. "in this case, ignorance is absolutely an excuse and I'm not mad."

"You sure?" Ron said, looking at her hopefully.

She kissed him sweetly, lovingly. "Yes, I'm sure." she promised, "Now, you need to get back to your cooking and make sure nothing burns, and I'll do what I can with this and try and salvage something."

"Alright." He said, looking a little more sure.

She ushered him out of the room gently and turned back to the bed. Stripping off, she slipped into set of plain black underwear, followed by the dress. Several moments posing in front of the mirror gave her a basic idea of how much and in what ways she could move without going overboard showing the goods. Which was useful for when she might serve Ron in it and could show off all the goods, which the dress was very good at showing. She was going to have to be very careful.

Ron had probably sneaked a glance at her clothes for an idea of her size, but to the annoyance of everyone that didn't mean much when it came to women's clothes, and whoever made this maid outfit was one of those who favored smaller, tighter fits. Still, it was well enough made that she wasn't worried about tearing out the seams if she took a deep breath or bent over, though it probably showed more of her cleavage than Ron had intended for the evening, or probably what the model had shown on whichever website he'd purchased it from. Such was the curse of large breasts.

Next were the stockings and heels. A light touch of makeup. She did her hair up in a proper bun, then affixed the little lace cap and kitten ears. Lastly was the little apron.

She posed again, smirking slightly. Before her stood the perfect image of sexy maid, in emerald and black, She'd have to fight her Master off her before, during, and after the dinner.

The computer pinged. Checking it, there was a simple message from Wade titled "legal." Figuring it might have to do with the legal situation Kim had thrown them in she opened in. Instead there was a simple message.

"Lawyers got back to me. US law Shego can be someone if she wants. International probably can't do shit on US soil."

Her heart leap into her throat and she closed the message. It could happen. It was safe, or at least they figured it was. Standing up, she backed away to sit on the bed, her mind a jumble. Part of her wanted to run down and tell Ron right away. But she knew what would happen, and she wasn't going to ruin Zita's night.

Was she even ready herself? It was a huge, giant step. Worst case scenario, if they parted now then everything could be written off as play. But if she...if they took that step, she'd be taking his first time and there would be a deep bond that would tie them together. And if anything happened to either of them..."

Absently her hand landed on the doggy tail plug. She picked it up and stared at it. Ron hadn't known what it was. Hadn't intended anything with it. Probably was going to try and return. But he'd gotten it, wanting to see her with a tail and ears. His beautiful pet Sheila, his good girl, the woman he repeatedly wanted to tell he loved, but who stopped him all the time. And she longed to tell him she loved him too. To finally give in.

And now...she could.

She picked up the doggy ears and carried both objects to her draw, securing them inside.

"Oh my god you look adorable!" Zita cried when Shego opened the door to the young couple.

Shego gave her friend a smile, then took on a more formal tone and curtsied, delicately gripping the skirt to keep if from flashing her panties. "Monsieur, Senorita, welcome to Cafe de Glaber. If you will follow me, your table is already prepared."

Zita giggled and the couple followed her as she led them out to the patio. The patio light was off, which left the area lit only by dozens of tea lights around the table, and the twin candles on the table itself. She seated Zita as Felix wheeled himself in across from the girl. A smile stole across her face at how adorable the were. Both of them were dressed semi-formally, and Zita's navy dress only complemented the girl's beauty.

She pulled out a bottle of chilled sparkling grape juice and delicately filled each of their wine glasses, before retrieving a pair of plates from covered tray and bringing them to the table. "For our first course we have an offering of goat cheese crostini with fig-olive tapenade," she said formally, placing them before the couple. "If you need anything, please ring this bell." she gesturing to a small bell by the candles.

Retreating into the house, she turned off the lights to leave the couple lit only candles and stars. Ron was in the kitchen, putting up the last touches on the next dish and gave her a loving smile, which she returned.

The next course was the pumpkin sage bisque, along with a refill on the juice. Shego was pretty sure both of them would have enjoyed wine, but false champagne would have to do. And to be honest, the pair didn't seem to mind as they gazed at each other lovingly to the sound of strings playing over a player Ron had set up outside on repeat.

Following soup were the appetizers, which were candied carrots with honey, cumin, and paprika. Ron had set some aside and hand fed her a few of them after she'd served them to Zita and Felix. It had been so enjoyable that Zita had had to ring the bell for the next course and Shego was glad the darkness hid her blush.

Following that was a Greek salad. In the tradition of great chefs, Ron was making everything in small portions so as not to over stuff his guests. Shego had to admit, watching him bustle about the kitchen, putting final touches, directing her and Rufus, that he looked just about the most happy and content she'd see him outside of their heavier petting session. 'He was meant for this,' She thought to herself, 'not adventures or heroics, he was meant to make art with his cooking and bring joy to people's lives through their stomachs.'

The main course was roasted lamb with orange ginger glaze, not that Zita or Felix really noticed, far too lost in each others eyes and conversation by then. Which was a shame, because when she got to try some of it she found Ron had absolutely outdone himself and had to physically prevent herself from asking him to marry her again.

Then, perhaps not proper but needed, was a course of lime sorbet to cleanse the palate. Again, the couple didn't really notice as she cleared their plates and replaced them. When she retreated back into the hallways she found herself snuggled in Ron's strong arms and they watched the couple, basking in their love as well as the love on display before them.

Yes, Shego decided, despite the risks, despite the damage it could cause if anything went wrong, she was ready. She wanted Ron fully, and wanted to give herself to him fully. Nothing held back. They could worry about the future later.

The final course was, of course, Ron's German Chocolate Cake. She was forbidden to have any until after the couple had left, no matter how hard she pouted, begged, pleaded, bargained, or threatened. She figured Felix was in for a very good night, and she was pretty sure that Zita had reached completion at least once eating the cake.

Zita and Felix left a little after that, her completely wrapped around him, practically molesting him such that he had trouble thanking them for the lovely meal and bidding them good night.

The pair of them looked at the disaster that was the kitchen and Shego was of the opinion that it should be left, but Ron insisted some of it needed to soak, so he set about doing that while she 'got ready for bed.'

Bed, however was the last thing she was getting ready for. She collected the toys from her drawer along with a bathrobe she'd found after a bit of looking. It probably belonged to his mom, but it wasn't going to matter in the long run. In the bathroom, she stripped down and made sure she was as clean and fresh as possible, and realized she was completely soaked with anticipation.

She heard Ron go into the bedroom and steeled herself. She'd never, ever done anything like this, but understood the general idea. Using her own excitement, she lubed up the flexible rubber toy. 'Here goes everything,' She thought and leaned over to push it inside.

It felt absolutely massive, and she almost gave up halfway through. But then she thought of Ron, his love, his pride in her. It was like eating and drinking from the bowls, if a lot more uncomfortable. Finally, with a lot of whimpering and effort, it was in. She felt so full, but as she turned around to look there it was. Her own little black tail, curling up somewhat stiffly, but also wagging around with her movements. It looked so happy, and while she wasn't sure she'd call it adorable, she was pretty sure Ron would call her that while wearing it. She brushed out her hair, shaking it to loosen up and return its usual full body, then tried on the ears. They looked remarkably cute. She pulled them off, then slipped on the robe and hid them behind her back.

"Moment of truth," she said softly, and walked into the bedroom.

Ron was already in bed, the lights off, but he sat up when she came in. "Hey," he said, "I was starting to get worried. Everything okay?"

She stepped over to where the light from the window would show her off. "Ron, can you turn on the light?" She asked softly. When he did, she took a deep breath and, making sure he watching, she undid the robe and let it fall to the ground.

Ron swallowed hard, and she watched as his eyes roamed every inch of her nude body. Her toned abs, strong legs, full breasts. The trimmed hair of her bush over shaved lips. The light dusting of eye shadow and black lipstick. His eyes locked on her hands as she lifted up the puppy ears and put them in place. Her heart was thundering in her chest, and her breath refused to work properly. He didn't look like he was doing much better.

Slowly, she walked to the bed, then crawled on it till her head was about even with his waist, his excitement evident even with this pajamas and the sheets. "Ron," she said softly, "Not that long ago, I asked a huge favor of you, and begged you to give this lost little stray a home and to be my Master." Praying she was doing the right thing as he sat frozen, she continued. "Now, I have to ask you an even bigger favor."

"Okay..." He croaked. Clearing his throat he said, "What do you need, Shego?"

She took a deep breath. "I...I need you to accept my love for you, Master." She said softly, "I need you to accept me fully. To take me as yours. To mate me, fuck me, pound me full of your puppies if you want. To have me utterly and completely. To finally say what I've kept you from saying these last months."

"What...what about the legal...stuff." He asked.

"Wade emailed while I was getting dressed," Shego said softly, "He said that as far as it could be told, I could be with whomever I wanted." She looked deep into his eyes. "And the only one I want is you, Ron, My Master."

She lowered herself down nuzzling his hardness as she looked up at him and wiggled her ass. His eyes barely left hers, but he glanced up when he saw the extra motion. The grew as wide as saucers at the sight of the tail and he he throbbed against her cheek.

"Please, Master," she whimpered, "Please, I love you, and I'm sorry I never said it before. Will you please have me? Will you take me as yours Master? Utterly and completely yours?"

He gently took her face in his hands and drew her up to him. Tears leaked from his eyes, and they were answered by her own. She thought for a moment he was going to deny her, for some reason. But then his lips crashed into hers and they were a tangle of limbs and sheets and clothes and bodies as they finally, finally gave in.

First he took her face to face, kissing and loving her and repeating that he loved her over and over and ago as she cried and did the same, clinging to him as he took her. Then he took her like a bitch in heat, ass in the air, howling in need and pleasure and love as he dominated her fully. Then again, slower initially with her on top before she collapsed and he finished them both off while she lay on side, one leg raised up and pressed against his chest.

Finally, hours later, covered in the fruits of their labor, and she was so full she was sure that she was gonna have get him to give her some morning after pills or else she was gonna give him puppies. Laying there, safe in his arms, head on his chest, utterly contented for the first time in years, she decided she was perfectly alright with that outcome. And, with weak visions of little dark haired boys and girls running around her feet, she fell asleep in the arms of the Master she loved.