She was here to use Kimberly Ann’s laptop, though she wasn’t supposed to touch it.
Dr. Possible had made it very clear the first time she’d been caught upon any sort of electrical equipment that pets, let alone animals, were not allowed to touch expensive things such as these, before she’d been soundly hit with a thick rolled up newspaper.
How embarrassing that had been, and Shego hadn’t shut up about it all day.
“However, If I am not seen using it, how is one to know I’m using it?”
The plan was fool proof in her mind, the execution perfect; now all she had to do was survive an hour or two. Just an hour or two that was all she’d need to check up on her email and other things that would be important.
Will would send her something that way, if no other way, she knew it.
Licking her lips nervously as she hit the final step she crept around the corner, moving to the lone computer unit settled on that round breakfast table. Sliding onto the booth with barely a sound she set her fingertips to beckoning keys, each tap giving off a noise that seemed nearly as loud as the sound of her pounding heart. If this didn’t wake them up, it felt like her accelerated heart beat would.
Why, she hadn’t felt so deviously naughty since she’d put Sheldon’s pet snake in his underwear drawer.
There was a sound, a creaking of bare feet across a carpeted floor in the living room that nearly startled her out of her skin, and she swallowed whatever chuckle she’d been about to release at childhood memories when she heard it. She knew no one else was up, she’d checked before she’d set into operation this mission.
“How could I have missed someone,” Betty whispered, her voice followed by the soft hum of the laptop in front of her and the shuffling of feet from the next room over.
Sliding out from the booth Betty crept to the threshold of the living room, poking her head past the elegant wood before sliding into the darkness. She could barely see her own hand in front of her face, let alone anyone or anything else. How could whoever was in here see anyway?
She didn’t bother to cry out or anything such as that, she didn’t want to give herself away. Betty figured, if she couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see her.
Further into the room she crept, pulling up the sagging PJ shorts thrust upon her by Mistress Kimberly with fingertips barely past the sleeve of the matching blouse that was much to large for her.
Shego would have had to have given Kim her size, deliberately over exaggerating it on purpose and somehow convincing the young woman that it was correct.
There was no way Betty would let her mind wander far enough to think about what sort of convincing would have been distracting enough to disconnect the logical thinking part of the super heroine.
A heated breath on the back of her neck disrupted her thoughts and she whirled about with a speed that was lightning quick, hand balled into a fist, the motions automatic as she twisted to give the person who’d snuck up on her a good clock to the face.
Her fist hit air.
What the hell….
The darkness was pressing in on her, that had to be it, she was becoming paranoid, and if she made to much motion or noise, whoever really was in the room would note her presence.
If she was lucky, it would just be one of the ‘tweebs’ as Kimberly liked to call them. Perhaps one of them had fallen asleep on the couch and was just getting up to seek proper bedding. That was plausible enough.
But no, the sensation that she was being watched came back again; it was eerie, and accompanied by the rather long lick of a slender tongue on the back of her neck.
This time when she wheeled around to face her assailant she was staring up into a wickedly grinning face.
“Heeeere’s Johnny!”
It was to dark to see the warm hands that suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrists, hoisting them both above her head before she was lifted off the floor, bare feet dangling over the carpet helplessly. They lifted her without effort, and she felt like a small child.
But the voice…
“Shego! Put me down!” She hissed into the darkness, she didn’t want to make to much noise, what if she woke someone up? Someone actually important.
There was no response other then a husky chuckle from her captor.
Well, it sounded like Shego anyway.
She was hauled over to the couch, thrust down on it like some disregarded object and when she sat up to protest she hadn’t been expecting to be shoved right on back down again.
Above her something growled, and she was still when she felt the sensation of some large furry appendage sweep across her body before resting between her legs as whatever it was above her decided to straddled her hips.
Was that a…a tail or something?
She could feel the soft pads of fingertips rub and caress the thundering pulse beating against her wrist from a sudden fear.
Shock clouded her awareness, and it wasn’t until she felt the press of soft lips against her own that she was returned to reality. Those lips pressed hard, and shifting both her tense wrists to one hand, the tailed Shego’s free hand was allowed to grasp her chin and tilt her head up, releasing her lips the first time before sharp canine teeth set to nibbling on her bottom lip.
Betty jerked, testing the limits of her bondage, but the grip holding down her wrists seemed stronger then usual. It was like fighting against steel or iron; it just wasn’t going to happen.
“Shego, what the hell?” Betty hissed, frightened mildly by Shego’s lack of an intelligent response. All she got in return was a sharp growl and the releasing of her chin as that arm instead curved around the small of her back, pressing body to body.
This was way to close to Shego then she wanted to be, but this woman, she didn’t smell like Shego, and though she didn’t want to admit she knew what another woman smelled like, this one smelt different. Shego had a distinctive smell, her soap; she knew it, because Betty used it to, but this one, she like incense or something close. Betty couldn’t put her finger on it really, and she didn’t have time to dwell on it either, or the focus. She became distracted.
Each little nip on the skin of her neck was a distraction, shaking her mind from her complex thoughts and causing her to squirm against the other form holding her so tightly. That pinching sensation wasn’t what was starting to slowly drive her crazy, but the odd tingle left behind by them.
While she’d been distracted the weight on her waist had lifted, instead she found the tailed Shego suddenly settled beneath her legs, one pressed against the back of the couch, the other hanging off the side.
If only the couch was a little larger…
Wait, what was she thinking about that for?
There was the sound of sharp tearing in the darkness, and she gasped, her body growing tense, when clawed fingertips were felt on her bare belly.
“Hey,” Betty yelped, knowing that she’d just lost several of the buttons on her blouse and felt the beastly Shego tighten their embrace, putting bare skin against skin as those soft lips began to leave a wet trail down the side of her neck.
Her captured hands balled into fists, and a shaky breath was taken when those lips found the hollow of her neck and bit her there.
Her body jerked against her will, and soon that biting had turned into sucking. She could feel herself melting, and when she opened her mouth to protest, nothing escaped her but a sharp gasp and an odd kittenish whimper.
The arm that had been around her body was no longer there, it had left from being coiled around the small of her back when her clothing had been torn, though Betty knew they were still pressed close together, and it was getting hot suddenly. She lost track of where it could have gone after it had scratched ever so lightly at her stomach, but she wasn’t worried about it either.
This Shego-Beastie’s lips and teeth were keeping her occupied enough.
Soon she heard that growl again, right in her ear, and the threat of it caused her to shiver. She was done trying to speak with this thing; it didn’t seem to understand English anyway. Though she didn’t have the strength to fight it either.
Betty knew she wasn’t experienced in this sort of combat or actions, every sensation elicited by those experienced bites and nips were a new assault to her shaken nerves, and heat flared from her flushed neck, coating her cheeks and pooling lower, in places in she didn’t even touch unless it was necessary. She was hot, and there was to much clothing on between them, but that was something her consciousness refused to admit.
These actions were a travesty of justice!
Suddenly she was startled, feeling both hands roaming the expanse of her open shirt and dipping between the waist band of those shorts to tug them down slightly, clawing at the skin of her hips in a manner that felt phantomlike and caused her to squirm and subconsciously wish for a firmer touch. Her hands were free, but she only got them as far as the Shego-Beastie’s shoulders before her goal was ripped away from her and her sense of priorities twisted.
Like her fingertips suddenly did through the tailed Shego’s hair.
Leaving her neck alone in order to assault her lips once more, a kiss was pressed hard, possessively to her mouth, parting her own lips by force to slip in the slender tongue that had been licking along her collar bone moments ago.
Betty broke out in a sweat and gave out a moan that was muffled when the tailed Shego began exploring the caverns of her mouth.
This was to much, it felt like to much, like everything on her body had suddenly gone sensitive to Shego’s touch. Even the sensation of being pressed to the back of the couch was beginning to feel erotic in its own way.
Those hands were suddenly back at the small of her back, pressing her hard against the other body, and Betty felt as if she’d fall into this Shego if she didn’t try to remain aware.
When she parted lips with her this time, Betty was definitely out of breath, panting, and when those lips moved to give attention to the opposite side of her neck, she released a small mewl of pleasure.
She’d forgotten why she hadn’t wanted this in the first place.
A hand was lifted beneath her knee, lifting the leg that had fallen off the couch to drape it over her assailant’s thigh before she felt the attention being done to her neck leave her as the weight of the other shifted.
With a low sound in her throat, the Shego-Beastie briefly rocked her hips against Betty’s own, causing the woman beneath her to let out a sharp cry of surprise.
The woman on top only snickered in mild pleasure.
Betty knew she was making helpless sounds and other noises she couldn’t stop, though she swallowed and tried to hold back her moans. She wouldn’t let this Shego thing take pleasure in her debauchery, even as she panted and whined she had her pride damnit.
Though she couldn’t hold back when Shego brought her hands down the length of her back, those claws biting into her flesh in just the right way and causing her to arch with a loud unchecked moan.
“Oh gods…” She panted, felt those hands move back in for another rake up her back. Why, out of all the places on her body, did she have to be sensitive here?
The Shego-Beastie did it again, and Betty cried out louder, cursing her traitorous body and hoping none of the sleeping inhabitants had heard her. Yeah, that’s the spot right there.
With a hard sudden grind against her the woman above her gave a hard bite to the skin between her neck and shoulder that startled her, released her and flipped her over.
Betty grunted when she felt herself flop onto her stomach, the action completed with anything but grace, and she flushed from arousal and embarrassment. She would have attempted to crawl away, had not she been grabbed just as quickly as she’d been turned over, the large fluffy appendage of the Shego-Beastie’s tail curling tightly around her waist and pressing her back against the chest of the woman.
So now she was sitting up facing the very damn contraption she’d wanted to get on so bad.
Her attention was suddenly split, that one brown eye watching those clawed fingertips as they traveled up the toned muscles of her thighs toward that one place that ached so badly. Then those two hands split off, one stroking over the heated flesh of her belly while the other continued its journey.
She couldn’t bring herself to tell her to stop, she could only try to arch away.
It didn’t work.
She felt a nose nuzzle into the back of her neck, that tongue and lips at work again, before the hand on her tummy reached up tilted her head back over the Shego’s shoulder and her lips were claimed again.
Her hands found themselves clutching the furry appendage of the Shego-Beastie, and though she couldn’t see what she was grabbing, she knew it finally really was a tail.
While busy being overloaded with need, feeling all that heat beginning to gather in one obvious place, she hadn’t noticed the hand on her thigh until it began to grope it rather roughly, leaving Betty to jerk way from that kiss, turning her head, but feeling much to weak to remove her head from the Shego’s shoulder. Soon enough that hand would venture up the opening of her shorts, moving toward her very center, slowly pressing fingertips to her womanhood. . .
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip
“Hey!”
Betty jerked awake, breathing hard, sweating, and aching for something she didn’t understand, some sort of fulfillment…down there.
And her teeth hurt too.
Her blurry gaze was lifted, her mouth full of something, fluff…maybe? There was Shego, snarling her way.
“What’s the big idea?”
“Mmpfh?” Betty responded, glancing down to the…ripped piece of Shego’s doggy bed in her mouth.
Oh…dear.
“Betaroo! That’s the forth one this month!”
Oh please Selene, when were these damn dreams going end?!