Power of an Amazon
This next chapter is going to be about Shego, and all the delight that comes from working with Dr Drakken and fighting with Kim Possible. At least Ron is there to play with.
This Chapter was a lot of fun to write though a bit difficult for me personally, I tend to giggle at the idea of sexually agressive women for some reason.
Side note, I know i've upset a number of you all with the last chapter and I am sorry about that. Once again, that was never my intention to make light of the struggles of the LGBT community but I needed away for Ann to be avalable and Like James way too much to make him an asshole. I didn't want to give it away but I also have another reason for it later down the line in the story.
Again, if you have a woman that you want Ron shipped with, please say so in the reviews.
As always, please; Read Review and Enjoy
Chapter 3; Shego
Shego rolled out of bed in annoyance as the cheese grater voice of Dr Drakken echoed around her room. "SHEGO, you're needed in the main lair! My plans are coming to fruition and I DR DRA-"
What ever else was going to be said was cut off as Shego blasted the speaker, by her count the 8th this month. Getting dressed Shego growled lightly as her thoughts meandered to the 'plan' the no so good docter was coming up with this tme. 'I am NOT going after that damn Pan Dimentional Vortex Inducer again!' she thought to herself, having never forgiven him for trapping the two in televison.
"Shego, finally you're here!" Drakken said in delight, rubbing his hands together. What ever hair brained idea he had was obviously making him giddy.
"Yeah yeah, I'm here," Shego growled as she grabbed her coffee cup, "This better be good to get me up at six in the damn morning." Shego was not a morning person, hell she was barely a noon person. "I swear, if you're sending me after that stupind PDVI again I'm..." She stopped to look at the man, who was no longer even looking at her, "Oh for the love! Nope, try again blue boy!"
"Well, plan A is out," Drakken said, pulling at his collar, "Plan B then..."
Try as she might, Shego finally stopped listening around the time of Drakken bringing up mutating a few Pomeranians, something about showing up Dementor and his over sized weiners. She didn't even want to know... Shego's thoughts instead wandered over to an increasingly favorite day dream.
It was no secret that Shego loved a good fight, what was a secret was that Kim Possible just wasn't it. While it was true that Kim had learned at least sixteen diffrent martial arts but she really hadn't mastered them to any significant degree, and while she had made something of her own style of fighting out of them it wasn't something that Shego could really enjoy fighting. At the best of time's Kim was a hit and run fighter, coming in close for only a short skirmish before bouncing away and forcing Shego to chase her down.
The same just couldn't be said about Stoppable.
Stoppable only really knew once style of Kung Fu, but if he wasn't a master of it he was damn close. Stoppble didn't run, at least not while he was actively fighting, he stood his ground and fought almost like a wild animal. Tai Shing Pek Kwar was not a style to be taken lightly in Shego's mind, many rounds with Monky Fist had drilled that in her head, and the fact the Stoppable could and actually had put up a good fight against her brought a slight blush to her face.
The life of a green, teenaged superhero hadn't exactly been kind to Shego's personal life, even less so when at eighteen she became a villainess. Any boy she went out with was either a fanboy, a muscle head who thought he was stronger than he actually was or worst of all, someone who was actually stronger than her then looked down on her like some prize. No thank you!
Stoppable had been very diffrent. In the many times the two had fought he had out right won three times, and all three time he was amazed and proud of what was a great accomplishment for him. It would have been cute if she wasn't in hand cuffs. Shego could tell the awe and respect in his eyes everytime the two exchanged fists, see the appreciation of both her body as well as her abilities. It was probably why she had started to tease the poor boy.
Shego would never allow herself to be called a slut, but she was fine with craddle roober. It wasn't like she was all that much older than him anyway and she wasn't relly looking for a relationship right now anyway. Just some light teasing, a bit of fondling and maybe a small kiss just to really mess with him and have some stories to tell the girls when she had some free time.
"SHEGO!" The raspy sound of Drakken's voice snapped her bact to reality, "Were you even listening to me?"
"Not even a little," Shego replied as she pulled out her file, "Were you saying anything actually important or just monologing and stroking your ego?"
To his credit, Drakken never missed a beat, "Monolong and stroking but now we get to the brass tacks," before pulling out a list of items for her to grab.
Drakken had apparently taken a page from the man, who's name she was increasingly positive he was going out of his way to not remember, and was rebuilding the Tetonic Disruptures. Apparently his plan was to use them to destroy anyone who opposed him, or just annoyed him of Shego; hey, being the right hand woman did have it's benifets.
For her part Shego had also taken a page out of Stoppable's book and was using a hand scanner for the frequincy of the comminication device, she absolutely refused to call it by that stupid name.
'Seriously,' Shego thought in annoyance, 'I know she's just a teenagerbut who the hell names a common communiaction device after herself?' Shego never liked teenagers, even and especially when she was one herself. Rabid little hormone driven rabbits, searching for validation that has little use in the real world. Not that she herself was beyond such thoughts, but at least she never cristened her own room the, 'Emerald Palace of Solitute'.
Granted there was an exemption to every rule and Shego was begining to think that one was Stoppable. The boy who was quickly growing into a man in front of Shego's eyes had always had an air of respect around her, and not just the one born of fear like Drakken or any of his goons.
Before her thoughts could derail any further, the vent grate in the celling fell and with it two figures gracefully fell with it. The twiching of Shego's eyebrow was almost audioble as she growled out, "Why does this thing never work for me?!"
"You do know that we change the freqency every other week right?" Ron asked innocently, which earned him a scanner to the head.
"It's over Drakken," Was Kim's opening jab, already ready for anything that the blue goofball was going to throw at them.
Shego was just as quick to react as she jump kicked at the two, looking to drive them apart and go after the closest one, luck being on her side that happened to be Stoppable. "I'll hold her off Kim, go after Drakken!" In spite of her reservations Kim did as she was asked, knowing full well that Ron could hold his own.
"Just you and I again Stoppable?" Shego asked with a smirk as she bent slightly with her hands on her hips, letting her girls bounce slighly, "I'm starting to think you might have a thing for me. Not that I can blame you."
"Should I get you a mirror and leave you two alone?" Ron asked with his cheeky smile, only to blush at her response.
"You don't have to leave, I don't mind having a bit of an audiance."
With all the quips and flirts out of the way, the two began their usual dance. And Shego was in heaven.
As he always did Ron started in a defensive stance, coiled and ready, never giving and able to give as good as he got. The first few swings were either a dodged claw strike or a deflecked knife kick, sometimes even taking the hit just to get close enough to strike at her chest or stomach.
At one point Shego started to just blast at the man, keeping him at a distance just long enough to catch her breath before rejoining the oldest dance there was. Very few a side from those who have truly devoted themselves to the art of fighting knew what it was like to really experiance the dance of blood and bone, to give all they had and leave nothing behind.
One dive kick in particular Stoppable was able to grab her ankle and throw Shego into a near by wall, he was unfortunately not fast enough to avoid her claws tearing away his shirt in the process. "Well now, what do we have here?" Shego purred in delight, taking in the trim but muscular, if slightly scarred, form of Ron Stoppable. "I see all that running has been doing you some good."
Ron blushed again as he scratched the back of his head in embarrasment. "Well at least I'm wearing my good belt today. Now really isn't the best time to be loosing my pants," He laughed as he avoided another claw strike.
"What's the matter Stoppable? You act like i've never seen you without your pants. Afraid the Princess will go all green eyed monster?" Shego asked with a smirk and a slight bit of jealousy on her end.
"Not really," Ron said as he jumped back, "I'm just a bit behind on my laundry and... ahem, had to go comando..." That actually stopped Shego in her tracks for just a second, before a VERY evil smile crossed her lip. "Uh oh..." was Ron's las words before the flurry of plasma rained down on him.
If Shego was in her right mind she probably would have made a cheeky comment about comming to her on a silver plater, calling him a perv coming over just to strip for her or, even just asking if she needed to go get a stack of ones. Instead all that was going threw her mind was, 'What's a peek going to hurt?' Later that night she would kick herself for not making the jokes but in the now she was quite thirsty.
Not seeing a easy way out of the situation Ron desided to just go, to quote Felix during their frequint game nights, 'Balls Deep' and run right at Shego. It was one of those rare moments of unbrideled brillaince that made him ask Wade for gloves that could, at least briefly hold and redirect plasma. Using said gloves Ron was able to push away the plasma balls being thrown at him until he was close enough to aim it right at her, and it was a direct hit.
The universe had an odd sense of humor it seemed, and adored using said humor in the oddest times. While Shego's gloves could easily handle the burning hot plasma she could produce, the rest of her cat suit couldn't. These factors combine with Ron having to be so close to make his little maneuver work left him with but a single thought, 'I had no idea that Shego wore binders...'
Both Shego and Ron froze as she suddenly felt the breeze across her chest. Naturally Shego was pissed, surprising the both of them it wasn't actually directed at Ron. "Damn it Drakken! You said that the whole freaking suit could withstand my powers!" Turning back to Ron she was confused my him going out of his way not to look at her. While she was about to take advantage of the opening a thought crossed her mind, her skin was so resistant to the heat she could make that she could sometimes not even feel it. With a snap and a sudden weight back onto her back Shego was suddenly far more aware of the lengths Stoppable would go to respect a woman."Ah!"
Thankfully the universe, inspite being mean spirited, was sometimes fair because before anything could be said stray chunk of metal that was heated from a flame she kinda started caught his belt and flash burned threw his belt. "AH!"
With the two blushing up a storm and Shego making no movements to return said respect to Stoppable, he finally had to say, "You know, my eyes are up here."
Shego, being Shego, had to laugh and said, "That's nice, I ain't looking at them." Seeing him blush as he quickly tried to pull his pants back up she followed with a , "Turn around, do a little spin!"
A boom deeper in the lair drew Ron's attention enough to know it was time to go, this had the unfortunate outcome of him turning before his pants were all the way up. "Sorry but we'll have to finish this up later!" he said as held his pants and ran off.
At first Shego didn't move, mostly because she was too stunned. "No wonder he's always slouching..." Another boom brought her back to reality. She wrapped her chest with what was left of her suit top and got ready to save Drakken's ass, at least until she got them to saftey.
"And what have we learned?" Shego asked in as sweet a voice as she could, inspite of the sleeves of her current shirt smoking lightly.
"When I make a promise, don't cut corners or except good enough..." Drakken said in a low voice, an admiral feet considering with all the burns and bruses he was covered in in the wake of a very angry Shego just opening and closing his mouth was near sheer agony.
"Good boy," Shego said, "After you're done healing you will finish my suits and you WILL do it right, or?..."
"Pop goes the Drakken?..."
"Pop goes the Drakken." With that Shego was off. She had a long night of attacking the sandbag, filling the girls in on some juicy new gossip, and a very very cold shower.