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Card Games

by
kitokosune

TITLE: Card Games

AUTHOR: kitokosune

DISCLAIMER: I dun own Kim Possible…I only wish I did…sorta.

SUMMARY: This is why we don't let Shego serve drinks at card games.

TYPE: Undefinable

RATING: US: NC-17 / DE: only adults (18 or older)

Words: 1970


“Hit me,” Commander Shego grunted, biting down hard on a pink bubble gum cigar that was tilted and held expertly between her teeth in the left corner of her mouth.

A hand suddenly came forward, moving with a precision and accuracy that should have been illegal and impossible considering the stability of the person who’d done the action.

“Ow! Damnit! Okay, so I admit that was funny the first FIVE times you did it, but now not so much.”

Doctor Director snorted, a smirk shown clearly on her flushed face as she picked up a card and slid it toward the frowning green toned female next to her. “I’m sorry; it’s just…when you tempt me so…”

“Okay…” Kim mumbled, shifting green colored eyes uneasily between her two ‘pets’ both of whom were staring at each other with gazes that didn’t seem very appropriate, even for Betty. Though, that might have been due to the spiked tea sitting at in front of her cutesy of a very bad Sheeroo.

She would have told the Global Justice leader but, as Shego put it, to catch Director in a moment without any sort of self control was rare.

Somehow, she still felt naughty to just let Shego get the other woman so…unwillingly drunk.

Watching as Betty took another gulp of her tea, Kim also wondered if she could taste it…

“Yes, children, let’s leave that sort of talk for more…private situations.” Monique mumbled as a broad grin spread across her face. She gave her best friend a sly wink. Bonnie shifted uncomfortably beside her, grumbling something or another beneath her breath about wasting time and soap operas that needed to be watched.

Ron snickered, adjusting the baseball cap that held back his wild uncombed locks of hair. “Enough time wasting, slap down your cards, none of you have anything on me buddy and me, right Rufus?”

The naked mole rat at his side eagerly shook his head, bouncing with anticipation.

“Silence,” Mumbled a grinning Betaroo, who spread out her cards before leaning back, looking entirely too smug, “Royal Flush.”

Shego groaned in disgust while Monique and Kim only looked mildly surprised.

Ron however, appeared agitated.

“This has been the seventh time. Lose already, LOSE!”

Kim sighed, shaking her head as Betty hummed some sort of classical song while cupping her hand to scoop up the ‘pot’ in the center of her breakfast table.

“Okay, it’s not fun when Director wins all the damn time,” Shego sneered, shifting her cigar to another part of her mouth, “I’ve got a better idea though…”

“Better?” Betty mumbled quirking a brow.

“Oh yeah, something even you would be too afraid to do…Maybe it’ll give the rest of us a chance to win.”

Betty only snorted in disbelief as she finished off the rest of her tea, frowning faintly when she set the empty cup back on the table as if wondering how and why it was empty in the first place.

“Try me.”

Monique leaned back, curious as Bonnie shifted in her seat to lean forward.

“Well, spit it out, I don’t want to be here all damn night.”

Kim only shot Bonnie a glare, “I still wonder at your taste in…companionship, Monique.”

“Don’t worry about it, girlfriend. She’ll get her spanking later.”

“What?”

“Who’s being inappropriate now?” Shego said, “And the idea is strip poker. The one who has the weakest hand has to lose a piece of clothing.”

For a moment, the entire table was silent.

Then Ron grew pale.

“No way!” Kim growled, foot scuffling against the ground in mild embarrassment, “I don’t even know why you suggested that. Have you no shame? No dignity?”

“Pervert,” Director mumbled over the edge of her empty cup, tongue moving around the rim in search of invisible nonexistence tea.

“Actually,” Monique began, tossing a rather devious look to the pale frozen faced Ron before shifting it over to Shego, “That totally sounds like a plan.”

Shego smirked, glad to have the brown skinned female on her side before turning her eyes on Kim.

“Ugh, Monique,” Kim started, but was interrupted when Ronald gulped and fainted dead away, landing backwards chair and all on the spotless kitchen floor.

“Uh oh,” Rufus said, smacking the top of his tiny forehead.

“Guess the idea was too much for him,” Kim whispered, looking worriedly to the tilted back chair her crime stopping partner occupied.

“Well, sucks to be him. You in or not? Director? Princess?”

“Hey wait now, what if your parents come in, Miss Perfect?” Bonnie frowned, her eyes moving everywhere but at the current company occupying the table.

“They won’t,” Shego smirked, noticing Bonnie’s sudden interest in the boring walls, “I made sure of that.”

Unable to back down from a challenge Kim nodded with a sigh, Betty reluctantly settling her cup back down before nodding as well.

“I’ll play your game, Devil Woman.”

With a chuckle Shego gathered the cards, sliding them over to Monique before getting up.

“Monique, deal the cards and Director? Just let me just fix you some more tea, eh?”

“Huh? Oh oh…yes go ahead.”


Kim knew it; she knew this was a bad idea right from the start.

Somehow, she was losing, and without a shirt while Shego gnawed nervously on her thumb, staring daggers in her cards. If anything, she held the least bit of clothing, only sporting a bra and her undergarments. Monqiue was missing her shoes and nothing else, amazingly enough, and Director was missing her pants.

Director was also drunk and somehow still winning half the games.

“Hah haaaah!” Betty coo’d, cards spread on the table and sporting a wide grin.

“Take it off, take it all off!”

“Calm down would yah?” Shego yelled, nearly ripping the cards in her hands in two. This was not how this scenario was supposed to go. She should have been gazing at three nude women by now, how did this happen?

“You gotta be cheatin’ or something…”

“Maybe she just plays good while under the influence?” Monqiue asked, calmly removing her socks…

Much to occupied with catching the last few drops of her tea from her cup Betty didn’t catch whatever Monique had implied, instead setting the cup suddenly upon the table with a loud bang that startled those at the table.

Silence…

Then there was sudden movement. Bonnie squealed from her spot at Monique’s leg, watching as Betty lunged for Kim’s…lap.

Shego was up on her feet, hands balled into fists as her body shook with unreleased energy that she had to hold back because…Director wasn’t attacking Kim just…what was she doing?

Kim herself was confused and she had to force her body to relax after Betty had landed so ungracefully across her lap, and there she lay, like some sort of cat expecting affection. Kim swore that if Betty would have had a tail it would have been wagging. It was odd enough that the odd vibration coming from Betty’s chest was some sort of purr that sounded a bit too real.

“O…kay…”

“What the hell, that’s playing dirty!” Shego growled, not liking this. How come Director got to lie across Kim’s lap? And how come she got to get petted too?

“Well, this is your fault; she’s going to wake up in the morning with a killer headache I bet.” Monique pointed out.

Shego only ground her teeth while watching Director make herself comfortable, lying over Kim’s lap on her belly, her legs somewhat on the ground while her arms semi-curled around the teenage fighters waist.

Without hesitation, as if this was some sort of normal occurrence, Kim began to pull her fingers through Betty’s short and spiked hair, curtsey of Shego expert haircut.

“Well, maybe you have a chance to win now that Bettaroo seems… incapable of human thought.”

With a huff Shego collapsed back into her seat, glaring daggers at her fellow intoxicated companion who had moved from simply lying there to snuggling against Kim’s stomach. She then shifted that gaze to Monique and giving even the downed Ron a faint glance she said. “Alright, I’ll kick your butt.”


“So whatever happened to that butt kicking…?”

“Shutup,” Shego growled, one hand grasping the cards, the other covering her rather…exposed chest while she crossed her legs over one another. “This is ridiculas, I used to be so good at this!”

Monique grinned slyly, missing her shirt and her bra, but still in possession of her pants. She, unlike Shego, sat rather comfortably with her…assets uncovered, instead holding her cards with both hands. After all, as far as she was concerned they were all girls, nothing wrong with this. The only person who had a problem with it was Bonnie.

Who only gulped nervously and had to fight to keep her gaze lowered and still on the table.

Kim sighed softly, having lost her pants. It was rather amusing for Shego to watch her maneuver the dozing Director in order to remove them, but Kim was fine with it.

After all, no matter how hard Shego looked, Director’s lounging body covered her own, which was what Kim had planned when she made such a move.

“Okay….I’m out, I’m out!” Shego reluctantly stuttered, tossing her cards across the table with a pout.

“Oh don’t be such a sore loser!” Monique laughed, her fingertips scratching lightly at Bonnie’s hunched over and tense back.

Kim smiled softly, “Shego, come get Betty for me, would you?”

“Nude as I am?”

“It’s not like you haven’t done this before.”

“True…”

Adverting her own gaze like the good polite daughter she’d been raised to be Kim waited patiently for Shego to lift the limp woman from her lap, and she watched with a smirk as her little wolf cradled the other woman to her uncovered chest.

“Now just what is it I get for doing this anyway?”

“Maybe I’ll get you a bone or something…” Kim said, sliding on her pants before tossing Monique her own thrown clothes.

Bonnie, shook when she rose to her feet, clearing her throat rather loudly as she turned her back when Monique stretched her arms over her head to put on her shirt…without putting on her bra first.

“What about that idiot you keep as a best friend?”

The snap of Monique’s bra as it slapped Bonnie’s rear end echoed in the small kitchen.

As well as her sudden yelp.

“Bad girl! You be good, Nie-Nie!”

Kim only smiled nervously, “I’ll sure he’ll be fine…he’ll wake up in the morning…Rufus is here to watch him.”

The almost unnoticed naked mole rat only bobbed his head, stunned into silence. He’d seen way too many human female body parts in the past few hours.

“Then, we’ll see you tomorrow, girlfriend!”

“Okay then, see you then, Monique…AND STOP SHAKING YOUR ASS LIKE THAT SHEGO!”

“What?!”


“Oooh…” Ron mumbled, rubbing the back of his head as he sat up in the sunlight that peeked past the curtains of the Possible kitchen.

“Good morning, Ronald,” Called the distracted voice of Mr. Dr. Possible, his head buried as usual within the folds of a newspaper.

“What? Morning?”

Mrs. Possible set a plate of bacon on the table for her husband, nodding.

“Kimmie-cub said you would be staying the night,” Kim’s father began, however he soon lowered his newspaper glaring with one almost evilly glowing eye, “You didn’t….do anything to my Kimmie-cub did you?”

“No-no sir!” Ron squeaked as Rufus stirred from the smell of food.

“Well then, run along…” Mr. Possible drawled, his face disappearing back behind his newspaper.

Gathering himself Ron sighed, waving goodbye to his best friend’s parents before he exited the house, sighing once the door was closed.

“Man buddy, how come we always miss the good stuff? What happened last night?”

Rufus only shrugged, naked mole rats don’t ‘peeping tom’ and tell.