In the morning when Betty woke from a fitful slumber haunted with the image of dancing Pandaroo’s she found that no one occupied the room she’d passed out in.
I think I passed out anyway.
Pushing away the covers and sheets from her body she rose, stretching out in her new black pj blouse and bottom pants. Scratching lightly at her stomach beneath the fabric she gave a weary but contented look toward the alarm clock that sat on Kim Possible’s night stand, the blinking red lights reading 11:00 am. Groaning and pulling fingers through her bed head she stumbled from the room, sniffing loudly at the scent of frying bacon.
Mmmm…
Shego hummed as she worked in the kitchen, sporting a sleep wear tank-top and boxer like bottoms. Swaying from side to side as she cooked she laughed, picking up a small paper fan from the counter and blowing the scent toward the kitchen entrance.
Enie Meanie Minie Moe… Shego thought, lips twitching up into a mischievous grin as the loud ungraceful pound of feet down the stairs alerted her to the presence of a certain GJ official.
Catch a tiger by the toe.
Shego whispered innocently as she flipped the bacon once more, spying a ruffled head pop past the threshold of the kitchen with a predatory look. The Director licked her lips with a hunger only a meat lover could display, stalking further into the kitchen with twitching wiggling fingers.
“Ah, Shego?”
If she hollers let ‘er go…
“Yes, Dr. Director?” Shego cooed, flipping the bacon once more and watching Betty’s lone eye follow the delicious red meat.
“Are you…?”
“Cooking breakfast? Why? A super villain can’t be sexy and be able to cook too?”
“Oh yes well, I mean to say I knew you could cook. The report on the mind control chips with Dr. Drakken--”
“Don’t say another word, Director,” Shego growled, “If that wasn’t the most stupidest thing he’s ever done…”
Shego still remembered the horrid pink apron she’d found herself in when Kim Possible’s nerdy brothers and sidekick had deactivated those damn mind control chips.
“That was the week Dr. Drakken found out just how much he could push me.” Shego whispered, a far away look in her eyes before she suddenly found a hungry Dr. Director breathing against her shoulder as she stared over it.
I haven’t eaten anything for what feels like two days. Dr. Director groaned.
“Are you going to share?”
“Why, Betty? Can’t cook yourself?”
It was then that Betty blushed growling as she removed herself from Shego’s space and stalked around the kitchen with her arms against her chest.
“Hah! I take that as a no.”
“That is none of your business Ms. Shego. Perhaps I can cook and perhaps I cannot.”
“Why? Does Mommy cook for you?”
“No mother does not cook for– Grr…” Betty growled, narrowing her eye toward Shego’s back as the cackling woman slid the sizzling pieces of bacon onto a small saucer plate.
“Relax, Director. Here, you can have a piece.” Shego snickered, breaking off a small piece of the meat and holding it out toward the agitated older woman.
“Really Shego, who told you you could just get up and use Mrs. Possible’s appliances while she and the others are away from the house?”
“Hmph, no one.” Shego replied, brow quirked a she ate at her own piece of bacon and watched Dr. Director pick at her own before she decided to pop it in her mouth.
“Things like this earn spankings, Ms. Shego.” Dr. Director pointed out, wisely watching the woman grow tense before cleaning off the plate of it’s bacon and setting it aside.
“Oh really…?” Shego muttered, looking thoughtfully to her nails before she began to advance slowly upon a nervous Betty.
“Ah, yes…Shego…now Shego, what is it? What are you…doing…”
“Don’t you know the name of this game, Dr. Director?” Shego whispered, excitment sparkling in her eyes as she continued her predatory advance.
Dr. Director swallowed hard, unsure of this situation as she groped about her waist finding that Shego seemed to be herding her toward the living room and also aware that she was not wearing a belt.
Damn.
“The name of this game, Betaroo,” Shego purred, “Is called The Hunt. Want to guess who the prey is?”
“Um…” Betty began, lifting a finger as if to speak, but Shego cut her off.
“It ain’t me.”
Double damn.
“S-s-shego?”
The chase was on. With a yelp Betty leapt, clearing right over the couch as Shego ran after her, barking! Barking like some crazed mad…dog!
After all, Shego thought, pausing as she caught Betty in a corner, only to watch the woman dive between her legs and scramble off toward the backyard door.Dogs chase cats, a wolf is a dog and a tiger is a cat, this is so right! And it keeps me entertained.
“Aaaaaaoooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!”
When Kim came through the door that night with her pack of pet supplies from Smarty Mart she was expecting to find some peace and quiet. Monique had driven her and Ron to the store that morning while her mother and father were out at work and the tweebs had run off to a friends. But when she came home, she found none of that, when she came home she found a very muddy Shego and Betty.
Correction.
A very muddy Sheeroo and Betaroo, and two very pissed off looking parental units.
“Ms. Kimberly Ann Possible!”
“Oh geez you guys what did you do now?”
Shego and Betty, who had been found wrestling outside in the mud, or as Dr. Possible had liked to call it ‘romping’, were leashed to the coat rack. The…coat rack…And looking as sheepish as possible.
Well, at least Betaroo looks shamed, but Shego!
No, Shego was looking smug and prideful, as if she were glad they’d gotten into trouble.
“Kim!”
“Coming Mom, coming Dad!”
Dropping the bag by the muddy pair she stormed off into the kitchen and found her mom dumping a bucket of muddy water down the drain of the sink, her father was seated at his normal chair with his newspaper, though it was rolled up and pointed at his young daughter.
“Now Kimmie. You’re pets were very bad this evening.”
“Yes dear, they were…playing around in the mud and tracked it all through the kitchen. When we found them there were fighting.”
“I wouldn’t really call it fighting, sweetie. The green one seemed to be making the eye patched one squeal.”
“Whatever you wish to call it, they still got the floor dirty and I still had to clean it up!”
“Now sweetie…Well dear, what your mother and me are trying to say is--”
“You need to discipline you’re pets, Kim.” Her mother grumbled out, practically ripping off the bright yellow mopping gloves she’d used to protect her hands while she cleaned.
“And clean them, Kimmie-cub.” Her father finished. “Maybe we should put them in training school?”
“No. No! T-that’s fine. I can take care of them myself, I swear.”
“I don’t know…” Her father mused, frowning up as he began to open his newspaper, apparently to read it.
“I-I’ll talk to them, okay? Um, maybe I can ask someone if they could help pet-sit while I’m not home.”
Since they can’t behave while I’m away!
“Alright alright…now they need a bath.”
“Oh yes, I’ll run the water now and-”
“Best knock out two stones with one bird and bathe them together.”
“W-w-what?”
“That’s…knock out two birds with one stone dear and-”
“No no no, I know what it is honey, and run along now Kim. It’ll save on the water bill.” Mr. Possible muttered, distracted as he slowly turned the page of his now open newspaper.
Oh they are gonna flip…
“Say what?” They muttered, both Shego and Betty in union as they gave Kim a blank stare.
Kim had taken them upstairs, the muddy pair having been throughly chewed out were now prepared for bath time.
Sorta.
“Now it’s not my fault you two decided to take a romp in the mud!”
“Neither is in mine, therefor why should I suffer, Ms. Possible?” Betty shouted, though she coughed soon after, blushing. “Sorry for that outburst.”
“Hmph, there ain’t no damn way I’m taking a bath with Director here. She’s probably all…old and wrinkly.”
“What,” Dr. Director whispered darkly, voice dropping down a few notches as even Shego and Kim felt the chill that ran down their spines.
“I mean…”
“Shego! This is all your fault, you have no room to complain.” Kim muttered, moving into the bathroom to turn off the water she’d run.
“Look, I put in some bubbles for you guys, just…hop in.” Even Kim was blushing.
A scowling Betty only glared daggers at a suddenly very uncomfortable feeling Shego as she slipped into the bathroom first, shortly followed by the older woman.
“Old and wrinkly huh? My Ms. Shego, I think you might just be sagging though.”
“What did you say?” Shego snarled, a hand igniting in green colored flame.
“Stop, stop it you two! The quicker this is done the faster it’ll be over right? I’m sure your not sagging Sheeroo, and Betaroo I’m sure Sheeroo was only kidding around.”
The pair only grumbled at eachother as they entered the room and stared at the tub, the very…Kim sized tub.
“There is no damn way!”
“In all hell, excuse my french.”
“That we are going to be able to fit in there together.”
“Well,” Kim growled, finally having had enough of the arguing pair and giving the muddy bodys a hearty shove forward further into the bathroom. “You don’t have a choice, dad said bathe together to save water and that’s exactly what you to are going to do!”
“You can’t just stuff us in there like a pair of animals!” Shego pleaded, looking nervously to the small space as Betty grew pale.
“Oh, but Shego, or excuse me, Sheeroo, when you act like an animal you get treated like one! Now I have a lot of homework to do and when I come back in here you better both be in this tub and getting clean or you will answer to the newspaper!” With that last shout the agitated Possible slammed the door to the room shut, the loud cla-clink of the lock turning on the knob seemed to echo to the pair within their new prison.
“Wait a damn minute!” Shego yelled, shaking at the knob as she tried to tug it free, hands bursting into flame. “I’ll just blow this door open--”
“YOU BETTER NOT! GET IN THE DAMN TUB!”
Shego whined, backing up and right into a half naked Betty, who taken off her shirt. Hell, the faster she was finished the quicker she could get out, though the loud angry voice on the other side of the door had startled her as she reached up to catch an falling Shego.
“Watch it. Ms. Possible is not pleased with us.” Betty whispered, watching the door with caution.
“Y-yeah…” Shego muttered, “I don’t think Ms. Prim and Proper Princess has ever…cursed before…”
Shego stayed that way for awhile, sinking into Betty’s embrace as the older woman held her without seemingly knowing, that was until Shego pointed it out.
“You know, Director, you’re chest and stomach feel pretty trim.”
With an intense blush and a grumble the Director shoved the younger woman from her and turned around to finish undressing.
Damn criminal, why am I getting so flustered? I’m just not used to such unappropriated behavior is all…
“You’re backside ain’t such a bad view either. I guess I take back what I said about the wrinkled part, there isn’t a one on you.”
“Ms. Shego please! Keep you’re eyes to yourself!”
“I still have no idea how the both of us are going to fit in there,” Shego said, completely ignoring the discomfort she was bringing her bath buddy, shedding her own muddy clothing and tossing them carelessly to the side. With a stretch as trim muscles moved beneath perfect green flesh and a yawn she would turn to the tub, nude in all her glory and grin wickedly at Betty.
Betty made an odd face at the young woman who beckoned her forward. In a last act the older woman snatched a towel and wrapped it about herself.
I feel abit safer this way…
“Here’s the plan,” Shego began, motioning toward the tub with a slender hand. “You get in first, then I’ll hop in. You’re taller than me, but probably weaker than me…”
“Hey!”
“So I’ll sit a little on top of you, can’t have you crushing my long beautiful legs now can I?”
“Now hold on.”
“In yah go!”
Before Betty had anymore time to protest she squealed, finding herself suddenly nude in the open as Shego ripped her towel from her body with a war cry. Without thought Betty leapt into the water, seeking the thickness of the bubbles to hide her sudden nudity from the evil villainess who was still shaking with laughter.
“There we go!” Shego laughed, watching Betty’s head emerge from the water and her one eye peer at her with upmost dislike.
“Monster.” Betty said with disdain, though it didn’t stop Shego from climbing in after her.
Betty grunted, finding a warm body trying to squeeze into the very small tub with her.
“Ms. Shego, you should loose some weight, it wasn’t compact in here till you got in.”
“Shut your mouth, Director.” Shego grumbled. More less, they’d fit, she’d make them fit…damnit.
Betty grunted again, squeaking when Shego’s foot hit a rather…sensitive spot on her body.
“WATCH IT!”
“Damn! It was a mistake, calm down!”
Kim Possible tried to ignore the grunting and growling and loud noises coming from the bathroom but it was getting a little hard. She could only dip her head and blush as her imagination ran very wild.
Two grown women, in a tub…what’s wrong with me?
Shaking the ludicrous thoughts from her mind she sat up, moving slowly toward the bathroom door and ignoring the sudden butterflies in her stomach.
“Damnit, Ms. Shego! I can wash myself!”
“I was just trying to get some of the mud that you can’t reach between here.”
“Ms. Shego I am most certain mud did not get there!”
That was it, Kim could take it no longer, and with a click of the lock and a shove she merely entered. “Okay guys, you should be…done…by…now?” Kim yelped.
What she saw was something that she had not expected, not even envisioned. This was one of those ‘use your imagination’ moments Kim had heard so much about.
“This is another one of those moments where afterwards Ms. Possible is going to look at us funny isn’t it?”
“Yeah…or she’ll get out the newspaper. I’d expect either or.”
Kim grumbled as she worked on her homework, glancing up shyly ever few moments to the lounging and clean Shego dozing lightly at her feet near the desk and the silent curled up Betty reading on the bed.
When the Kimmunicator went off at her side she nearly had an heart attack, picking it up and composing herself before the questioning look Wade gave her.
“What’s the sitch, Wade?”
“We got a break in at a local fashion exhibit in the downtown musuem. Looks like their introducing a new line.”
“A new line?”
“Yeah,” Wade said, typing a few things down on his computer before flashing the picture of a very expensive and beautiful looking design pattern on a thin strip of silk. “Looks like a new line for pets. This is the first ever and currently only made silk leash manufactured by a Dace Haruko Tenoto. A famous kimono maker apparently.”
Kim was shocked for amoment. “They do make silk leashes…”
“Told ya so.” Shego muttered at her feet, uncurling like a controlled ball of sexual energy to stalk off toward a clueless Betty.
Kim swallowed hard, watching Shego move so…so…sensually before Wade coughed and her attention went back to what was at hand.
“Okay Wade, I’m on my way.”
“Ron’ll be there with you’re ride in five minutes. Good luck, Kim!”
“Thanks, Wade.”
With a narrowed eyed look Kim turned to the stalking Shego and the unaware Betty.
“Don’t leave this room you two, Mom and Dad are probably still peeved and hopefully this way you won’t get into trouble.”
“Sure thing, Princess…” Shego smirked, and after getting a mumbled but intelligent reply from the occupied Betty, Kim grabbed the Kimmunicator and left the room.
At least, if they do get in trouble, don’t let them let my parents know!
“What is the meaning of this!”
“Well, Sir…”
The male who stood before the dark imposing figure quickly corrected himself from the glare the man in the darkness gave him.
“I mean, High Ruler Scar.”
“Yes?”
“Well High Ruler Scar, from the looks of it no one can find Dr. Betty Director or super villainess Shego.”
“And why is this!”
“Well sir, they may have gotten help.”
“Help? How so? They are dangerous animals! Anyone who saw them was ordered to shoot them on site, locale police stations included!”
“Sir, it is possible that…”
“What is it? Spit it out?” Mamoru yelled, agitated and nervous. Why hadn’t this job been completed yet? How could he continue on with his ultimate plans if those two still roamed able and ready to ruin him? If they ever caught him alone in an alley…why…Mamoru shuddered. No, no that would never happen!
“They could have been adopted.”
“Adopted? Explain.”
“Enslaved, captured and tamed, turned into pets, adopted.”
“WHAT! Who would do a ridiculous thing?”
“Well, sir, you did make them animals and animals can be adopted and or…such as I explained.”
“Damnit! Who created this loop-hole? Bring me the man responsible for those decrees!”
“Uh, it was you sir.”
“I want this man punished, I– Oh…yes I did this on purpose!”
“Um, I don’t understand sir.”
Mamoru Scar laughed then, though it was fake and forced. He’d have to speak with Gemini about this quickly.
“You see, this is all apart of my plan. If someone has adopted them as you say it then that said adopter will be forced to treat them just as pets, as common house hold animals! It will bring them so much humiliation!”
“I…see sir.”
“And knowing that Dr. Director and this Shego, they’d rather die then let anyone treat them like simple pets. Your people just aren’t working hard enough! Hah, adoption. How ridiculous!” Mamoru smirked, relaxing. No need to panic or fret, who would adopt two grown woman?
“Your men just aren’t looking hard enough. Damnit, I want results!”
“Yes sir. I’ll get right back to it.”
Kim slipped into the house exhausted, pausing at the door where she’d left the bag of pet supplies earlier that day. “Oh…” Gathering them up she’d take to the stairs, feeling somewhat hopeful at the prospect of the silent house.
Mom and Dad must be in their room, and the tweebs still aren’t home yet. Probably spending the night at their friends.
But best of all, she couldn’t hear any arguing, or death battles.
Of course, she also spoke to soon.
“What happened!”
Currently, as Kim dropped the bag of supplies she’d bought in shock, Shego was standing behind a seated Betty Director, who looked as if she’d been in tears but so red in the face it was obvious she was very angry. Her hair was a burnt mess as well as some of her body. Then there was Shego, who was sporting several welts as if she’d been spanked or something similar to that.
“I was trying something out.” Shego muttered, taking a pair of Kim’s shears from off her dresser before she set to cutting off chunks of Betty’s hair. The older womans eyes shut so tight it looked as if she’d explode.
“Shego! You can’t go around burning off a persons hair!”
“Well she was ignoring me!” Shego whined, lips turned up in a pout, “And I need attention, Kimmie!”
“I was reading a book!” Betty hissed through clenched teeth as Kim collapsed on the bed with an ugh.
“It was just a small fire, and then she went crazy.”
“You caught my hair on fire!”
“Well if you hadn’t been moving around-”
“Silence, the both of you!”
What was Kim going to do with these two?
Sitting up she sighed, watching Shego cut Betty’s hair with an almost motherly care to the motion and Betty watched mournfully as what little hair she had became less. Reaching under the pillows of her bed Kim soon revealed her Pandaroo, which caused a sulking Betty to turn into a scared one.
“What are you doing with that weapon of mass destruction!” She yelled, though Kim ignored her, moving to grasp one of Betty’s burned hands and turn it over, dropping the stuffed toy against her palm. The poor Director visibly shivered, as if just touching the thing sent waves of evil magic into her body.
“Here, it makes me feel better after Shego does something like this.”
“Hey! What have I ever done to you?” Shego asked, curious.
“When we fought, and you’d burn me with those dangerous hands of yours.” Kim said, matter of factly.
“Oh. I’m sorry about that Princess…” Shego whispered, watching Kim root around underneath the bed and pull out a First Aid Kit. “I never meant to when I did…”
Kim looked up, shocked, but only gave Shego a small smile, who awkwardly returned it, leaving a still shivering and confused Betty looking between them.
“Here,” Kim whispered, distracting the older woman from Shego’s snipping by taking the stuffed Pandaroo and plopping it directly into Betty’s lap, taking her now free hands to doctor them up with the items within the kit. “You two got to stop fighting, what the heck happened to you Shego?”
“Hmph,” The green skinned woman scoffed. “She fought me Kimmie, with the closest thing she could find.”
“What was that, a belt?” Kim teased.
“Exactly.” Shego sniffed, taking off another burnt and useless chunk of hair.
“Oh.” Kim said, but only sighed with a shake of her head and went back to work on a now calm Betty, whose eyes were leveled on the Cuddle Buddy.
At least she isn’t shrieking like last time. Kim thought.
“Heheh. You’re going to love you’re lesbian cut, Betaroo!”.
Ugh, spoke to soon.
To be continued…