Wrong Possible - Part 7 (Patreon)

Shego finds herself in Dr Drakken’s lounge watching TV, alone for the first time in what seems like forever. Reflecting on their first, real tryst in his bedroom some weeks ago, Drakken’s malaise having most definitely lifted. Now all he wants (and often demands) is to have sex with her at every opportunity, appropriate or otherwise, at all hours of the day and night.

In the bedrooms, the kitchen, in the holding cells, while flying in his hovercraft, and even in a bank vault they’d just blown open…its just sex, sex, and more sex. Shego, no slouch in the bedroom by any stretch of the imagination, however, has her limits. At this point, she’s just about reached the figurative demarcation line of her stamina.

Dressed in nothing but her favorite Joan Jett and the Blackhearts tee-shirt and a pair of tattered cotton panties, Shego leans back onto the couch, her eyes growing heavy as Dr Thadius Venture attempts to sweet talk an unimpressed Molotov Cocktease on the television. She honestly can’t remember the last time she’d slept for more than a few hours before waking up to Doc standing somewhere nearby…clothes or otherwise. Just as she's about to drift off, Doc’s all-too-familiar ‘I wanna have sex’ / sweet-talking voice whispers from behind the couch.

Doc: Sheeego, guess what time it is?

Shego: Ohhhh, c’mon, Doc? Really? Three hours... As weirdly erotic as it may have been, I just spent the past three hours bent over your cold-ass desk while you were on a conference call with Monty and Dementor. Aaaand let's not forget the hummer over waffles this morning.

Doc: What? No. That's not what I'm... It’s almost time for John Oliver to come on. But, you know... (smirking) If you’re up to it.

Shego: (sighs) Doc, I reeaally just wanna sleep for a little...

Doc reaches over the back of the couch, rubbing the back of her neck with his thumbs, watching as Shego closes her eyes and slumps her head forward. Shego lifts a finger into the air in a feeble attempt at protest but quickly drops her hand. Having discovered Shego's 'kryptonite' long ago, Doc runs his fingers through her hair, gently scratching her scalp as he does so. Shego shivers all over in contented enjoyment. Turning to him, one eye slightly open, she looks at him with an unblushing, sensual smile.

Shego: Okay, maybe just a little.

Returning her smile, Doc moves around to the front of the couch and motions for her to lay down on her stomach. Pulling her tee-shirt up and over her head, she drapes it over the back of the couch, and then leans back, wriggling her panties over her hips and underneath her butt. Stretching out, face down across the couch, Shego rests her head on her crossed arms, watching as Doc unties his sleep-pants. Dropping them to the carpeted floor, Doc climbs across her, straddling her upper thighs, his huge, already engorged member resting between Shego‘s perfectly rounded cheeks.

Doc begins kneading the top of her butt cheeks, slowly working his hands to her lower back, his thumbs making slow, methodical circles in the small of her back. Reaching back with one hand, he grabs his manhood while raising himself onto his knees slightly. Looking over her shoulder, giving him a relaxed smile, Shego nods her head in approval as she opens her thighs just enough to let him slide it in. Pushing his member into her thigh gap, Shego bites the corner of her lower lip as Doc’s head pressed against her labia.

Softly moaning as the monstrous rod inches its way inside her, Shego’s toes curl, her fingernails digging into the couches’ supple leather. As the base of his shaft reaches her butt cheeks, Doc holds himself deep inside her, watching as Shego trembles beneath him.

The inner walls of her vagina involuntarily twitching around his column, Shego tries to relax as Doc massages her back. His hands making their way up her spine, they take a quick detour to reach underneath her and cup her firm, curvaceous breast, giving them a gentle squeeze. Finally reaching her shoulders, Doc reaches up and once again runs his finger through Shego's hair, causing her to shiver all over.

Reaching over, grasping her biceps, Doc gently pulls her arms from beneath Shego's head until her elbows are at her sides. Running his hands up her forearms, he interlocks his finger into hers. Half expecting him to start thrusting his manhood into her, Shego's purses her lips, pleasantly surprised as Doc instead begins to make slow, methodical circles with his hips.

Shego's eyes, barely open, go in and out of focus as Doc continues to rotate his hips, pushing into her a little further each and every time. Her trembling beginning to subside, Shego looks over her shoulder once more with an almost inebriated smile. With a mischievous grin, Doc playfully withdraws his shaft a bit and quickly drives himself into her, causing Shego's eyes to snap wide open with surprise. Smirking at him in mock irritation, her eyes flutter as he returns to leisurely rotating his haunches.

Shego: Mmmmm. S-such a tease.

Doc: You know you like it.

Pretending to be serious, Shego rolls her eyes and smiles as she wiggles her butt cheeks from side to side.

Shego: Oh no, please. Please stop, you brute.

Doc: (snickering) Silly girl. None have ever escaped the clutches of Doctor Drakken and live to tell the tale.

Shego: (giggles) Ohhhh noooo!  Will no one come to rescue me from this villainous evildoer?

Doc: Shouldn't I be wearing a top hat and one of those fake handlebar mustaches?  Maybe tie you to some railroad tracks?

A robotic female voice abruptly interrupts them and television's broadcast as a giant, pixelated message on the TV screen reads 'incoming call'.  Shego and Doc's laughter and gleeful expressions instantly change to ones of annoyed irritation upon hearing the voice.

Robot Voice: You have a video call from... (in Kim Possible's voice) Where's my mom, you asshole!

Robot Voice: Do you wish to accept? Please say 'yes' to connect this call.

Shego: Seriously?!? Theodore P. Lipsky, don't you dare answer that! And please tell me you didn't kidnap...

Doc: What? No! (looks down at Shego's naked body, smirking) Why would I? (sighs, irritated) And if I don't answer it... You know she's just gonna come over here and break -yet another- ten thousand dollar skylight when she repels down here from the roof with... what's his name? The blonde one.

Flustered, Shego groans in exasperation, waving her thumb upwards, gesturing for Doc to get off of her. Just as he begins to pull out of her, Shego's expression instantly changes. Looking over her shoulder with a devilish grin, she reaches back and grabs Doc's buttocks, pulling him downward.

Shego: Answer it.

Looking at her quizzically, not quite sure what her game is, Doc raises a questioning eyebrow. Shego looks back at their naked bodies, smirking in much the same manner as Doc previously had. Returning her grin with an 'ah, I get it' expression, Doc instantly begins to pump his enormous manhood into her. Her eyes squinting shut in honest enjoyment, Shego begins to -somewhat theatrically- moan loudly while calling out Doc's name. Doc in turn, voices for the television to accept the call.

Kim: Goddammit, Drakken, what've you done with my muth... ?! (wide-eyed, embarrassed) Holy Shit! Wow! Hey, I uhhh... I seem to have caught ya'll at a really bad time.

Shego: (stammering as Doc pumps her) Ohhh, h-hey, pr-princess! Wh-what's up? Oooo! (looking at Doc) Mmm-hmmmm! Th-that's it.  Juh-just like th-that. 

Ann, having driven to her office earlier in the day to get some paperwork done before this evenings video shoot...and not told anyone that she'd left...walks into the room and looks over Kim's shoulder.  Completely flabbergasted by what she's seeing, Kim doesn't even notice her mother standing directly behind her.  Looking down at the scene unfolding on Kim's phone, Ann leans forward to get a better view, her breasts brushing against Kim's back as she does so.  Kim jolts her head around in shock, staring at her mother with a horrified look on her face.  

Ann smiles and waves at Shego, then silently gives her a 'call me' gesture.  Shego in turn, smiles and halfheartedly waves back.

Shego: Now, wh-what were you s-s-saying? Sum... Something ab-about, Ann?

Kim: I... I...uhhhh... I'm gonna go now.

Tapping the 'end' button on her phone, Kim blinks repeatedly, the image of Drakken's blue monster pounding Shego's green backside burned into her memory. Her shocked stupefaction quickly disappears, replaced by annoyed disbelief as she wrinkles her nose. Looking over at her mother as she walks over to help the Tweebs set up for another 'running joke' video...Kim, already dressed in her old (and now overly tight) black and purple 'mission gear'...shakes her head as she comes to a realization.

Kim: (aloud, to herself) Did they...? Yep. Those two just fucking trolled me, didn't they?

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