What the Other Doesn't Know
Prompt: What if Kim had stayed with the mindset of a pup?
Training
When Shego had begged Drakken if she could keep a pet in their evil lair, she never could have anticipated how much work having a puppy would be. They needed food, grooming, love and affection and most importantly, attention. Because if one wasn't paying attention to their pet, they could destroy one's stuff. Which Kim had a nasty habit of doing.
"Kim, no." Shego indicated downwards with her finger, maintaining a stern voice. "Put down my shoe. What did I tell you about chewing on those?"
Kim cocked her head to the side innocently and let out a small bark around the shoe in her mouth, which was currently covered in drool and chewed on. Then she spat it out and took off running somewhere out the room. Shego sighed and picked up the wet shoe with her forefinger and thumb. "Great, another pair ruined." She tossed it onto a pile of discarded and ruined black shoes that was growing each day. She was going to run out of shoes at this rate if this kept up.
And if Kim wasn't ruining Shego's stuff, then she was ruining Drakken's stuff. Already there were loud melodramatic screams coming from down the hall where Drakken's lab was. Shego sighed again and made her way over, knowing there was no need to rush as she would be too late to stop the damages and Drakken was just going to yell at her anyways.
She found Drakken shaking his fist angrily at Kim who was chewing on the wires of one of his evil lasers. "Stop that, you annoying pest!" He howled at her and tried to take a step forwards to shoo her away, only to have her growl at him, in between chomps on the thick wire. He gave a yelp and backed up, eyeing frantically for something to help him and spotting Shego.
"Shego, get Kim under control! She's ruining my invention. Again!"
Shego rolled her eyes at this. They never work properly anyways, was on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed it down.
"Kimmie, Princess,~" Shego sang her pet's name, trying to get the pet's attention. Kim perked her ears but continued chewing on the cable. "If you stop chewing on the cable, I'll give you a snack." Kim's jaw paused at the words snack, but she didn't let go of the wire yet.
"It's your favorite. Bacon bits!" Shego continued in a sing song manner. This worked and Kim let go of the wire and trotted over to Shego who patted her on the head. "Good girl," she cooed.
"You need to get her under control," Drakken folded his arms across his chest. "Or else I will."
"Is that a threat?" Shego arched her brow, her voice getting lower. "She's only a puppy. She doesn't know any better."
"Puppy or not, you told me you'd take care of her. And that I wouldn't have to worry about her getting in the way of my evil plans. But she is. So do something about it."
"Like what?" Shego asked. "You want me to chain her to a wall or keep her locked up in a cage?" Shego's tone of voice was getting angrier and Kim could sense it so she gave a soft whimper of fright. Shego noticed that and she patted Kim on the head once more. "Don't worry. I'm not mad at you, but that shit for brains over there. Is he a shit for brains? Yes he is. Yes he is." Shego said this in a baby voice to Kim whose eyes lit up once more and she began smiling happily at Shego.
"I can hear you," Drakken said icily. "I'm not a shit for brains. I am an evil genius! And as such you shall respect me!"
"Eh," Shego shrugged. "One could argue against that."
Drakken stomped his foot childishly. "It doesn't matter, soon the whole world will know of my-"
"Gonna cut you off right there. Don't wanna hear another spiel about world domination and blah blah evil genius blah blah, whole world shall know. I just want to tell you, that I'm not going to cage Kimmie. It's not healthy for a pup to be locked up. They need space and energy to grow."
"Having her locked up sounds great actually. I wouldn't mind. And she doesn't need to grow-she's a-" Drakken cut himself off when he saw one of Shego's hands lit up green. "Just get her trained would you?" he quickly changed his tune, sweatdropping.
Shego's plasma powers turned off. "That sounds...fine with me." Every dog needed training. And the idea of Kimmie doing special tricks on demand for Shego sounded fun.
"Good good. That way both sides win. You get a pet and I get no chewed on inventions." Drakken nodded his head.
It looked like it was time for Shego to train Kimmie.
But training Kimmie was proving harder than it seemed. Way harder. Shego tried to stamp the inclinations out of Kim for biting her and Drakken's stuff but it was almost nigh impossible to get Kim to stop. And just when Shego thought she had fixed the issue for good, something would occur and Kim would jump right back into her old habits. For example, whenever Drakken finished his invention, the next day before it could be used for evil, someone Kim had gotten into his lab and ruined it. Or when Shego was getting ready to go steal something for Drakken, she'd find all her cat suits buried under six feet of dirt. And there was no way she was going on a missions without her signature outfit.
It was almost like Kim had these habits because of how used to fighting Shego and Drakken was. Drakken certainly thought that. "She doesn't have the mindset of a puppy! I bet it's all a trick! Yes, a trick, so that she can stay in our base and destroy all my evil plans before that sidekick of hers can get to it!"
"I don't think so, doc," Shego said, folding her arms over her chest. There was no way that Kim could be faking this for as long and as realistically as she was. Because then it would be really awkward to understand why Princess humped Shego's leg as often as she did. Or wanted her belly rubbed. Or head petted.
"Then why is she doing this? I thought I told you to train her!"
"And I am!" Shego shot back. "But it's only been a month and it takes longer than that to completely train a puppy."
Drakken frowned and looked to be deep in thought-which was never a good sign. "I have a solution to that," he started slowly. A grin spread on his face. "If I make a brain control device for her-"
"Out of the question," Shego put her hand up to stop him. "You touch her and I'll train her to bite your butt and not your inventions next time."
Drakken pouted. "It's a good idea. It would mean less work for you!" He paused. "And you can't train her to attack me! That would hurt!"
"That's exactly the point."
"Although..." Drakken rubbed his chin before he began to chuckle softly to himself. Oh no, here comes another terrible idea, Shego thought with a shudder. "If you can train her to fight alongside us, then we would be unstoppable! Yes, I can envision it now. Drakken and Shego, with Pup Possible!"
Shego had wanted to say that was a terrible idea, but actually it might not be bad having an animal mascot. "That's not half bad Drakken." Now it was only a matter of time trying to teach Kim to follow commands such as fetch, useful for nabbing stuff, catch, useful for catching those precious things, and attack, useful for protecting them from enemies.
Drakken wanted to help out with this sort of training, and had even prepared a stuffed doll of Ron for Princess to attack. But Kim only stared blankly at it and scratched the back of her ear.
"Why is she not attacking it?" Drakken asked.
"Because that buffoon is her friend, or was. She probably still remembers him." Shego reasoned.
"Or, she's really Kim Possible this whole time!" Drakken cried out in paranoia.
Shego sighed. "No, Drakken, she's not." Then to Kim she said, "come on." Kim followed after her obediently. It looked like this type of training wasn't going to work well, so it was time to just focus on making sure Kim didn't chew on things she shouldn't. Or hump Shego's leg when she shouldn't.
And if Shego thought stopping any of that was challenging, then giving Kim a bath was even harder. One time Kim had gone outside and rolled around in the dirt, soiling her clothes with mud and specks of plant. Shego couldn't have Kim getting into the lair and getting her dirt everywhere-Drakken would have a hissy fit for sure, claiming that the dirt could get into his inventions and ruin it, (although Shego could claim that just even air ruined the machine) and so she had to bathe Kim right away.
Getting Kim into the bath wasn't the hard part. Kim loved the water and immediately took to splashing around in it. It was removing her clothes that presented some difficulty. And as soon as Shego removed Kim's dark top, she found that out. But it was a bit too late. Taking the shirt off had been easy, it was what was underneath that made it hard for Shego to concentrate. "Kimmie, where did your bra go?" Shego asked faintly, blood dripping out of her nose at an alarming rate.
Kim merely cocked her head to her side innocently. And then she leaned over to lick Shego on the cheek in concern, her warm chest pressing against the front of Shego's chest as a result.
It was only two hours later, when the over flowing water of the still running tub began to leak through the ceiling of Drakken's bedroom and onto his head as he took his evil midday nap, that he went up to investigate and found a catatonic Shego lying on the flooded bathroom floor, a puddle of diluted blood around her.
Kim sat next to her on her haunches, nosing at her in concern. Drakken was blocked from viewing her exposed top half.
"Kim Possible! I knew it! I knew you were just waiting to strike at the right moment! And now you've killed one of my sidekicks!"
Kim sat up, eyes wide in fear at Drakken's rant and the man gave a strangled scream as he saw the two weapons she had wielded in destroying Shego. Something began to leak from his nose. Then he too fell down into a puddle of his own blood.
It was a while before either of them could successfully get up because each time they did, Kim was there and still not wearing her shirt. And it was another eternity before either of them could get a shirt back on Kim. From then on Kim was only given baths by the evil henchmen who seemed to be resilient to this.
Shego needed a blood bag after all that and Drakken got anemia, which made him shake his fist at the hero turned pup. "Trying to get me sick, but it won't work, Kim Possible!" he had raged at the dog, whom he was even more convinced was out to get him.
So, training a pup, or even taking care of one wasn't as easy as Shego had thought. And there were days when she got frustrated but at the end of the day, it was all worth it when Kim crawled into bed with her and snuggled up to her warmth. Then Shego didn't feel alone; she felt loved and she'd fall asleep with a smile on her face as Kim's hair tickled her chin.
Yes, in these moments, it was worth all the frustrations of having a pet.
