Ron and Kim were let out over a tropical type island. They both soared through the air, loving the exhilarating feeling of zooming towards the Earth. As soon as they were close enough to the ground, they both yanked the rip cords that were at their sides. Two black parachutes that seemed as though they couldn't hold a dog up came out, but the packs on their backs shuddered a bit and whirred to life as two miniature jets fired out of the bottom. These, coupled with the parachute gave them an extraordinarily smooth ride down into the canopy. They spotted a small grey area in the forest and head towards it, just in case it was what they were looking for.
As the canopy rushed to meet them, Kim spied none of the usual signs of Drakken's lair, which included his cronies on patrol, large grey or blue buildings looming everywhere, and many other diabolical little things lying around wherever Drakken decided to place them. But now, all they could see is a short building, a landing pad, and forest. She touched down in a small clearing and pulled the squirrel suit off. Odd, I actually think that Drakken made a lair that was invisible to the naked eye. She shrugged and pushed herself through the forest towards the building. Ron made a startled noise and asked what she was doing. "Going in for a closer look." "Well, hmm, who do we know that's evil, would love to somehow kill you, has enough money to attempt it, and loves to set traps everywhere?" She almost laughed at this. Almost. "For once Ron I'm going to listen to your advice. Let's sneak around beside it and then take a closer look."
As Kim proceeded to do this, Ron shook his head, surprised that now he was the one telling Kim advice. Man, this whole business is getting to her head. They picked their way through the forest towards the side of the building. As soon as they had determined the lack of danger, Kim pulled out the Kimmunicator and called Wade. "Are you sure this is the place Wade? There's only this little building here." A little cable extended out of the Kimmunicator and scanned the building. "I'm only getting one big heat signature, and several small ones. It looks like an old lady! But I'm sure this is the place! You might as well go on in."
Kim stood there, perplexed, as the screen went blank. She again shrugged and walked toward the door to the small complex. Ron followed this time. They cautiously approached the door, feeling butterflies in their stomach, and pushed it open. Ron entered first, followed by Kim. They stared at the smiling figure sitting at the front desk, once again confused. She waved, just as two darts came sailing out of nowhere into the necks of Ron and Kim. They could barely manage a gasp before they collapsed on the floor.
Ron sat straight up, and then laid straight back down as the dull throb in his head almost knocked him out again. He laid there for about five minutes staring at the ceiling. Again he gingerly sat up, noticing the throbbing reduced enough for him to stay conscious. He stood up slowly, only to stagger back into the rough wooden chair in his cell. He sat there, trying to remember why he was in such a cold, dark place. KIM! He jumped up, sprinting across the small camber to the metal door. He peered through the tiny flap, assuming that it was an eye hole. He backed up and launched a flying kick in a futile effort to budge the door. The only thing he got was a very painful landing that almost made him vomit. He picked himself off of the floor and trudged back to the seat.
Where's Kim? This question was repeated inside of his head over, and over again. He heard movement behind the door, and looked up in surprise as a black, gloved fist was shoved into his face. The chair tipped over backwards, but Ron was hoisted into the air by his neck and thrown to the ground. He stood up shakily, spitting blood from his mouth. Ron heard an all too familiar sneer, followed by a whining voice that said, "Always wanted to do that." He looked up into the eyes of none other than Drakken himself. "We finally get to talk, buffoon." Ron made an effort to spring forward, but stopped himself as Drakken shoved the barrel of a gun into his forehead. "Not your style, Drakken. Why don't you shove it up your ass and pull the trigger. Do us all some good." Drakken sneered at him once again. "Man, you gotta' get some better insults. At least Kim put up a fight." Ron's blood began to boil. "What the fuck did you do to her, you blue piece of shit!" he seethed. "Oh, nothing," he replied, "She's down the hall a few doors, having the crap beat out of her by a group of my men. She's tied to the chair, backwards. Once their done hitting her, you can only guess what they are going to do." Something inside Ron snapped.
Ron dodged his head to the right as his hand came up to grab the gun. The gun went off next to his head as he broke three of Drakken's fingers with his newfound strength, wrenching the gun from his grasp in the process. Ron turned into Drakken while pulling on his arm. Drakken flipped over Ron, landing with a thud on his feet. He stumbled and fell backwards onto Ron. He let out a startled gasp as his neck was broken by Ron.
As Drakken slumped to the floor, Ron stood there, stunned at what he had just done. I'm a killer, just like Drakken… He stumbled backwards and blacked out. After what seemed like hours, he was awoken as he was dropped onto a padded operation table. He was awoken to see a mass of hair hovering over his face.
Shego stood over Ron as his eyes opened. She stared into those brown eyes with strangely mixed feelings. They were something like pity, but with a strange touch of an emotion that she hadn't felt since she was a girl in her teens. "You did a real number on Drakken back there. He'll be in his new rejuvenator for about a month." She heard him mumble something. "What?" she asked. "He's not…dead then?" Shego shook her head. "No, but if I hadn't have walked in when I did, he would have died. You broke him neck, but it was low enough to only paralyze him. After a month or so, he'll be good as new." Ron actually smiled at this.
Relief filled Ron up to his ears. He almost passed out again, but was shaken out of it by Shego. He stared up at her and managed one word, "What?"
"I still have to deal with you, buffoon." A look of terror came across his face, "What are you going to do?" She smiled inwardly, shunning aside the perverted comment that she could have used as a reply. "Oh, I'm sure I'll think of something." She grinned wickedly, running a finger down the middle of his chest with one hand, while igniting the other with green plasma. In one quick, fluid motion, she swept her hand down his shirt, close enough to burn away the fabric, but not actually burn his skin. "W-What are you doing! Shego! What the hell are you doing!" She laughed and said, "I'm using your predicament to satisfy my personal needs…" She climbed on top of him and leaned down until they were face to face. "I'm sure Kimmie wouldn't mind…" She leaned closer to kiss him, but he turned his head away.
"Just pretend that I'm a normal person looking to feel better, and you are here to help me feel better." Ron turned to look into her eyes. "Look, lady, for as long as I've known you, I've thought you were pretty hot, but at the same time you are my arch nemesis. This just wont work." Shego sat up straight and almost fell off of Ron. She stared at him with a look of longing. Shego turned her head away and closed her eyes in shame, her face downcast. He must have sensed something, because his expressions softened visibly, and he reached up to hold her hand. "Shego, you know I have feelings for Kim." He sighed and said, "I can't just toss them aside."
She turned back to him, her eyes full of tears. "Please, you just don't understand the feelings that are swirling around inside my head right now. I need this more than anything I've ever needed in my entire life." In one quick motion, she leaned over and brushed Ron's lips with a kiss, which he reluctantly accepted. While her head was lowered, she turned her eyes to his and said, "Will you at least hold me?" Ron reached up and slowly ran his hands down her back, caressing her powerful, yet beautiful muscles. His touch caused her entire body to relax, and she pressed her body up against his.
The sudden weight on his chest caused feelings that he never knew he had to well up inside him. It was as if he could actually feel her desire to be loved. He gently stroked her hair, then her cheek. She turned to look at him, question in her eyes. His only answer was to move his hands down her back, leaving them to rest on her hips. He grabbed hold of the zipper on the back of her jumpsuit, slowly bringing it down. As it reached the bottom, she stood up and let it fall to her feet. She kicked it aside and struck a pose for him. When he saw a hint of a smile playing at her lips, he leaned up and whispered, "If you breathe one word of this to Kim, I swear that I'll never speak a nice word to you ever again." She laughed and, placed her hand in the salute position. "I swear to uphold the law, promise to do my duty as-." With a grunt, Ron clamped his hands on her beautiful ass and while pulling her down, flipped them both over, him landing on top.
He saw a surprised look on her face, and it was his turn to laugh. She put a hand on his chest. "Wait, follow me." As Ron got off of the table, Shego got up and pranced to the door, with Ron's eyes trailing her every move. She turned and beckoned to him with her finger, before disappearing through the door. He followed her curiously, feeling apprehension in the pit of his stomach. He walked into a strange scene; it was a nice, homey little cabin, with a nice looking fireplace, an over-stuffed couch, and assorted little things lying here and there on various surfaces. "Over here…" he heard Shego's seductive voice call from a door leading off of what looked to be the living room.
When he walked into the room, he asked, "Where are we? I thought we were in Drakken's lair…" his voice trailed off when he caught sight of Shego's beautiful body laid out in front of him. She was laying on what seemed to be a mat laid out on the floor. The only thing that showed that this wasn't all to the mat were a set of springs that stuck out of the sides. Shego answered his confused look, "It's suspended over a three foot hole. I made it out of a trampoline bed. I find it very comfortable for whatever activities I choose to perform on it…" She tossed her hair back and patted the mat beside her. Ron shrugged off the remnants of his shirt and dropped his pants, leaving himself in boxers only.
He made towards the bed, but Shego snapped her foot up to his chest, stopping the swing just short of kicking him. He almost jumped back in surprise, but stopped when he saw her smile. "No clothes on this pad honey. My one rule." Ron reluctantly let his boxers fall to his feet, making sure that Shego didn't see the red that was beginning to surface in his face. "Well, well Stoppable, it seems you do have something to hide." With a chuckle she turned over on her stomach. "Give me a massage. Go on, I don't bite, unless you want me to." Ron laughed and emitted a sigh of relief, and leaned over her.
He began by massaging her shoulders and arms, and slowly worked his way down her back, paying extra attention to her hips and sides. He moved across her butt and began to work her thighs. When he started on her inner thighs, she flipped over and pulled him down. Shego straddled him and locked his lips in a kiss, slipping her tongue in his mouth to play with his. She pressed herself against him, feeling a certain part of his anatomy respond to the extra attention. When she sat back up and looked into his eyes, she was startled to see her feelings of need reflected in them. This, believe it or not, turned her on even more than she was.
She positioned herself on top of him, shuddering slightly as he filled her. She sat down fast, feeling a certain part of her rip. He snapped his head up and looked at her. "You're a virgin?" She looked into his eyes, now filled with fear, and bent down to kiss him. When she broke it off, she whispered in his ear, "Well, I was." At the sudden presence inside her, she felt her juices begin to flow. She began to move, treasuring the feel. Ron began to respond to the movement with movement of his own. As the feeling grew, Shego began to pick up the pace, grinding her mound into him. She felt herself beginning to climax, crying out as the tremendous feeling coursed through her entire body. As her entire body began to spasm, she felt Ron convulse underneath her.
When she stopped, she fell over to the side, sliding off of him. She pulled herself closer to him, still panting from her first orgasm. "That…was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it. Ever. Wanna go again?" He smiled at her and said, "I have a better idea." He rolled over on top of her, kissing her gently. He began to kiss down her neck, then down her chest. He slowly licked her left nipple, while caressing the other. When they had tightened sufficiently, he began to move down her body, kissing every inch. He leaned his head up and looked into her eyes (which were watching intently) whispering something. "What?" He smiled and said, "Green just became my favorite color. I've never got the chance to tell you, but you are truly beautiful."
With that, she laid her head back onto the pillow to let him go about his business. He continued to travel downwards, stopping to hover over her newly softened vagina. He began to stroke her thigh, drawing small circles and tickling lightly. He abruptly plunged his face into her, tongue first, causing her to tighten in pleasure. He began to explore every inch he could find, noticing that the smell was not strong at all. When he felt a spot that stuck out from the rest, he began to tongue it gently, earning a moan of pleasure. When he put all of his attention on that spot, Shego clamped her legs around his head and began moaning very loudly. He felt her begin to shudder and call his name. He snuck his hand in to massage her g-spot as he felt her climax in his face.
She fell limp, and pulled him up beside her, kissing him violently. "Again…" The rest of the night until about one o'clock in the morning consisted of various ways of venting Shego's and Ron's sexual desires, until they fell asleep in each others arms. Surprisingly, not one thought of Kim crossed his mind, until morning that is.