Shego walked into the lair that morning with her arms full of brown paper bags. "Hey Dr. D,. I got all that stuff you wanted from Smarty Mart-- that was some list, are we making brownies?"

Facing the opposite direction, Drakken practically jumped out of his seat. "Shego!" he cried out in annoyance, "Don't you ever knock?"

She set the bags on the floor and headed toward him, saying, "Since when have I ever had to-- wait a sec, what are you doing over there anyway?" He seemed to be fumbling with something in his lap. "Are you still watching that stupid video of Kimmy and the buffoon?"

"Not watching Shego, studying. As I told you before, I have to make a list of the proper ingredients for the serum, and the only way I can do that is by watching for certain traits in her behavior, sexual and otherwise."

"Fine, whatever," said Shego. "I'll leave you alone so you can finish jerking off. And oh, Mr. Scientist, the next time you tell me that you don't rely on your body for enjoyment or whatever I'm gonna kick you square in the balls. We'll see how much you don't enjoy that."

Shocked, Drakken watched her disappear up the stairs. Where did that come from, and how in the world did she know? he wondered. Oh well. Giggling to himself, he decided it was time to get back to business and pulled the nearby box of tissues even closer.

Unsure of why she was so angry, Shego approached the Green Room, the one place in the lair that remained off-limits to Drakken. She thought back to the handful of clips she had seen from the video, first shaking her head with disgust, then laughing. I suppose every girl has a sock drawer she thought, walking over to her dresser and reaching inside for a pale pink paper bag. She glanced back at the door before pulling out its contents.

"So-- Kim Possible has a Mr. Purple. I suppose that means I'll have to name you Mr. Green," she laughed. Slinking herself out of her form-fitting clothes, she carried Mr. Green over to to the futon and got on her back, making herself comfortable. She didn't waste any time messing around, emptying her mind and immediately sticking the large dildo up her pussy. Her first orgasm came quickly, more from the sheer force of her will than the actual penetration. She opened her eyes halfway as the sensation faded, smiling as she pulled it out to switch it on. Now with a feeling more intense than before, she got on her knees and aggressively fucked herself with it. No specific image in her mind, she just concentrated on the feelings building within her and enjoyed. And as her second, more earth-shattering orgasm approched, an image of Drakken flashed through her mind.

Shego screamed over the knock at the door. Trying to find her bearings, she scrambled for her clothes and demanded, "Who the hell is there?"

"It's just me, who else?" said Drakken through the door. "The serum is complete. Come down to the lab and I'll go over our plans for lunch."

"Lunch? Oh sure, be right there." Shego ran her fingers through her hair, wondering why his image had crossed her mind at such an awkward moment. She finished getting dressed, putting Mr. Green back where he belonged and finally made her way down the stairs.

Drakken excitedly motioned her over to the counter in the center of the room, holding up a beaker full of cloudy white fluid. "Behold, Shego! I call it-- the Sex Serum!"

"Clever name," she remarked.

"No need to get sarcastic, I'm going with the recent trend of handing out descriptive names to various products."

"Products? This isn't going to be like the mind-control shampoo, is it?"

"No, this is different, it merely releases inhibitions and triggers the production of pheremones. Besides, I'm not looking to sell it. You saw what happened last time."

"Gotcha. So it's like the truth ray then?"

"No, because of the pheremones this works more on the level of the id."

Shego nodded. "I see. So this is what's supposed to distract Kimmy into submission. Are you sure you don't want to market this stuff? You might make a pretty penny if you throw ads in the right kind of magazines."

"Unfortunately, that's going to require more research. This particular mix will only work on less than thirteen percent of the population. Besides, I have a much bigger goal in mind. This should tide us over until I have something ready for phase two, the general population."

"So how do you know that Kim Possible falls into that particular percentile?"

Winking, Drakken pointed to his temple and said, "Research, remember? It will only work on someone as physically active as her, not to mention someone as stubborn as she is. Anyway, those aren't the only factors that play into it. The effects are temporary but should give us enough time to work on that phase two."

"Why not just wait until you have the new serum before we start?"

Drakken laughed maniacally. "Because this will be much more fun," he exclaimed, picking up one of the Smarty Mart bags and trying to hand it to her. "See, what we need to do now is find a way for her to ingest it. You get to take care of that while I work on the new serum."

Shego backed away, groaning, "Oh no, don't tell me that's why you had me buy the hair net today."

Drakken glared at her, crossing his arms. "Less talk, more action!" he demanded.

Still annoyed over his interruption between her and Mr. Green, Shego grumbled, "Couldn't have said that better myself," as she snatched the bag out of his hands.