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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Kim_Possible_(Cartoon), Lollipop_Chainsaw
  Relationship:
      Kim_Possible/Shego, Kim_Possible/Juliet_Starling
  Character:
      Kim_Possible, Shego_(Kim_Possible), Juliet_Starling
  Additional Tags:
      Futanari, Swordfighting, Sexual_Discovery, Bisexuality_Is_Totally_Real,
      Unplanned_Pregnancy, Teen_Pregnancy
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-15 Updated: 2018-02-27 Chapters: 20/? Words: 12333
****** Crossed Swords ******
by Grassdragon193
Summary
     Kim Possible wakes up with a penis. A voyage of self-discovery
     ensues.
***** Prelude *****
   “Why, darling! Just because I’m a lady, doesn’t mean that I don’t have a
                                    penis!”
                --- Rarity, Dicks Everywhere 2: Penile Palooza
===============================================================================
 
Kim Possible had a big problem.
Well, she actually had several problems. Like boys, and school, and balancing a
normal life with being Kim Possible. But this problem had just come up, and
wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
It was somewhere between midnight and dawn, and Kim had finally managed to fall
asleep after a night-time outing of intense spycraft and comedy-action
misadventures. It was a school day, because of cause it was. Actually getting
to sleep in and recover was clearly too much to ask, and she would have to rely
on her endless reserve of teenage energy and pent-up hormones to get her
through morning classes. And then maybe some 7-Hour Sugar-Water. Had energy
drinks been invented in 2003? Let’s go with yes.
And as she tossed and turned under the covers, that’s exactly when her new
problem came up. A bulge formed in her pyjama bottoms, throbbing to life in
fits and spurts and lifting the sheets like a wayward cucumber. A penis, which
hadn’t been there mere seconds ago, was making a grand entrance into the world.
The sleeping spy let out a whimper as her very first erection unfolded and
swelled to its full glory, fuelled by swirling erotic dreams that filled her
head with kisses and touches and rough fucking on the bonnet of a car spray-
painted with howling wolves and lusty angels.
Instinctively she rolled over, hips raised slightly as her well-hung ladycock
pressed into the well-sprung mattress. Biting her pillows she started to slowly
thrust, hips moving back and forward as she frottaged her own bed. Her meagre
chest rubbed as well, nipples hard and growing harder.
Another minute of this was all she could take, her eight inches of cut meat
erupting into her bedding like a can of beans left in a campfire. Thick white
fluid gushed everywhere -- like Morgan Freeman shooting the milk carton at the
end of Kiss The Girls -- creating quite the sticky mess. Letting out a sigh of
relief she turned back over, parking her butt right in the cooling wet spot
where it belonged.
This scene repeated itself several more times throughout the night, keeping her
sleep shallow and her bed well and truly soiled.
***** Releasing the Kraken *****
Chapter Summary
     The Rogue, our hero, begins her journey on a rather soggy note.
Kim Possible, still in a half-awake haze, reached out and slapped the alarm.
She rolled onto her side and sensed something was very wrong, and moist, with
her bedding.
Her first thought was that she had wet the bed, as her hands shifted down under
the covers to inspect the damage. Everything was damp with a thick cream layer.
There was something hard between her legs, and growing harder, and as curious
hands grasped the full shape of her first morning wood through her pyjamas she
let out a gasp.
She pulled back the covers, recoiling from herself at the sight of that bulge.
Something had clearly gone very, very wrong or she was still dreaming. And this
was a biological nightmare.
And yet…
Something made her reach out again, tentative fingers probing its shape and
size like so many curious kittens. She had finally gotten her hands on a penis,
and it was her own. And it felt good. It taunted her like a stoat popping up
out of a burnt-out log.
Her hands started to work the shaft like a natural, precum soaking through as
her eager member rewarded attention with pleasure. Kim bit her lip, trying to
force the feeling back down before it overwhelmed her, fighting back the
pleasure with eyes scrunched closed. She could feel her heartbeat in her chest,
and along the veiny girth of her new member.
It was all too much. Her back arched, shoulders pressed into the pillow, legs
spread wide, toes curling so hard they were turning white. She couldn’t stop
now even if she wanted to.
Kim whimpered as she suddenly came, eyes shooting open as her undeniable cock
erupted, spilling thick globs of semen over her chest and face and everywhere
else. It seemed to go on forever, like the rupturing of an overloaded dam, her
mind blank as she lost herself in the moment.
Five minutes later and Kim had finally regained control of herself, collapsing
into a very sweaty and stained pile of exhaustion. Her breathing slowed from
hushed panting to something resembling normality as she lay in the mess of her
first masturbatory orgasm. The damage was extensive; her pyjamas ruined,
bedding soaked, face and chest covered in more thick white fluid than the
victim of a greek yoghurt flood.
She had exploded like a cum claymore mine. And it had been glorious.
“Okay,” she murmured through the lifting post-coital haze, “that’s a problem.”
***** Fallacies and Phallus Seas *****
Chapter Summary
     Lost at sea, the Rogue battles mysteries both physical and mental.
Kim had managed to fit her entire bed into the washing machine, and now was
trying to enjoy a relaxing hot pre-school bath. The hotter the better, to wash
away all the filth and stench and shame of her own penile pancake batter.
She sat, sore legs and arms crossed and starring at the Cock Ness Monster
poking up out of the water’s soapy surface.
“And just where did you come from?” she asked it, giving the head a poke with
an index finger. She had never touched a penis before, barely ever even seen
one, and she certainly hadn’t had one yesterday. She would have noticed,
especially considering how prominent it was now, like a mighty oil platform
rising from the ocean.
She thought about  the previous night’s excursion. A perfectly normal mission
somewhere in Europe she didn’t bother to remember; it used to be part of Russia
and probably would be again soon anyway.
Swinging majestically onto a hotel rooftop via grappling hook, Kim stuck the
landing and crouched into an action pose. And then she stood bolt upright as
something small and sharp pricked her right on her left butt cheek, penetrating
her baggy cargo pants and going into her flesh.
Pulling out the offending projective, she was shocked to see it was a green-
tinted dart, tip dripping with some mysterious fluid that evaporated into pink
smoke before her eyes. At the edge of her hearing she thought she caught the
laughter of Shego, her green-skinned rival, but she was nowhere to be seen.
It had been such a small thing, and there hadn’t been any immediate side-
effects, so hadn’t bothered mentioning it to her superiors.
“So that’s it,” she muttered to herself, proud of her detective work. Not that
it was easy to think with this thing engorged and using up all the blood that
would normally be swimming and swishing around her brain-case. “Why didn’t she
give me bigger boobs instead?”
She cupped her slender A-cups, feeling a tiny shiver or arousal as her nipples
hardened despite the heat. And boy did she feel hot, her body in its aroused
state generating more heat than the bath was providing.
“And I suppose you’re not going to go away until I make you spurt again, is
that it?” She chided her unwelcome addition, fingers still sinking into her
breasts. “Well, let’s see what I can do that about that.”
This didn’t feel like her at all, like she wasn’t really doing it, so it was
perfectly okay. She wasn’t riding some giant dildo or stuffing infinite
vibrators down her pants, just a bit of cockplay to make this thing behave. It
was either that or walk to school with bulging panties.
One hand on her chest, the other starting to work the shaft, making long lazy
strokes up and down her Tugboat Willie. Now that she was more in control she
let the feelings slowly overtake her, letting the arousal in as her cheeks
flushed. Biting her lip, working her breasts, she serviced her slick dick to
completion.
“Oh swear-word,” she sighed as, true to form, it sprayed the walls and ceiling
with meaty bubbles of mayonnaise. Well and truly spent, it sank beneath the
waves like a shipwreck being dragged down to hell.
“I could get used to… No. I have to get this sorted.” She assured herself with
renewed determination.
“…Maybe after school.”
***** Undercover Boner *****
Chapter Summary
     The Rogue deals with the many struggles of puberty.
Several hours -- and ruined outfits -- later Kim was at school, And her chilli
wiener was out of control. She had no idea how the boys around her were able to
function if this was the average cock-owning experience. She would certainly
never look at Ron the same way again.
Kim had managed to last until recess, walking with her schoolbooks held at
waist height and sitting in class with the full weight of her hips and butt
pressing down on her cock in the least-painful way she could find. But it was
still too much, and so she had slunk away to the girls’ toilets for a quick and
dirty session of she-sausage self-help.
The aftermath was so excessive that she ended up using the entire roll of
government-issue atom-thin toilet paper to clean up the messy floor of the
stall. And the walls. And the ceiling.
As she scrubbed uselessly at a stain that wasn’t going to come out, the door to
the bathroom slammed open and she heard a pair of feet enter at speed. In rapid
succession the stall next to hers was kicked open, the seat lip raised,
somebody hit the ground like a sack of bricks, and what followed was the sound
of painful and prolonged vomiting. Violent, the kind that feels like your souls
is exiting your body.
‘Glad I’m not her,’ Kim thought, ‘And really glad she didn’t enter until I’d
finished. Would have been impossible to get off with this going on’.
She left quickly, not looking back and leaving the other girl to her misery.
The toilet had clogged with cum-soaked rags, but that was somebody else’s
problem.
Her own problem, however, continued, and after another set of classes she found
herself in need of release again. Clearly the toilets were a no-go this time,
so she would have to improvise.
Thinking with her cock instead of with her head, she stuffed herself into her
locker and attempted relief there. Limbs bent at odd angles, the pocket
flashlight wedged in her mouth illuminated her many posters of shirtless boy
bands. But her eyes were drawn, through the maze of harmonising hunks, to a
poster of Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake.
Her One True Pairing, she had been heartbroken when they had broken each
others’ hearts, messily separating in ways only celebrity lovers could. She had
torn the poster straight down the middle that day, but had since put it back
together with sticky tape. Both of them smiled down on her, together. That felt
right.
What didn’t feel right was the rock-hard erection in her hands.
“You want her, don’t you?” she asked it, finding herself focusing on the curves
of Britney’s body, and thinking back to her sultry music videos. Especially her
as a naughty schoolgirl, right back at the start of her career.
“Just great,” she sighed, “My dick is a lesbian.”
“OMG did you hear that bitch could be preggers?” said the muffled voice of a
girl Kim didn’t recognise, knocking her out of her homosexual introspection.
“Language,” another girl chided, “this is a Disney Channel show.”
“Sorry, did you hear that stupid girl could be preggers?”
“Who? Don’t just drop a baby bomb on me like it’s zero dealo.”
“You know, Little Miss Lollipop.”
“Really?” the second girl gasped, the conversation fading as the two walked
away from Kim’s locker, leaving the hidden superspy to her tight space. Too
tight. She was starting to get a cramp in her leg, both of them.
Viewed from the outside her locker rattled, and then something suspiciously
white and sticky oozed out from all the cracks. Suddenly the door gave way,
structural weakness breaking under intense lubrication as Kim was birthed into
the hallway like a sluice. Uniform beyond ruined.
And she hadn’t even finished her lessons for the day.
***** Smells Like Teen Spirit *****
Chapter Summary
     A chance encounter with a Knight only troubles the Rogue more.
Life was continuing to punch her metaphorically in the metaphorical face,
because today she had cheerleader practice. Which meant a cheerleader outfit,
with its too-short skirt. And being around lots of other girls in the same
attire.
She wasn't anywhere near as developed as the other girls. At least not up top,
where it mattered, in the chestical department. Down below she had enough
horsepower to impregnate the entire cheersquad, herself included. It was bad
enough being around so many barely contained buxom busts without that beast
between her legs begging to be let out, adding to her feelings of inferiority.
The mention of impregnation give her a fleeting thought that maybe she should
start using protection, least she accidentally make herself a teen mother via
her own splooge. But it was quickly forgotten in place of far more pressing
problems.
Thankfully the Middleton Highschool Cheersquad had regulation purple lycra
shorts as part of the uniform instead of panties, providing a very snug fit
that was helping to contain her growing chub-submarine. And growing it was, she
swore it was longer and thicker than it had been this morning.
This clearly wasn’t going to work, she thought as she snuck behind another row
of lockers and took a seat on an ancient wooden bench. Knees and thighs
squeezed together as hard as they could, keeping her unwelcome addition tucked
firmly beneath. Resting her elbows on her legs, she buried her face in her
hands, thinking of unsexy things like kittens and rainbows and Ron Stoppable’s
big stupid face. It was enough to make her cry.
“How am I gonna’ do this if I can’t stop cumming?” she muttered to herself.
“Kimberly, you coming?”
She looked up. It was the cheerful face of fellow cheerleader Juliet, smiling
down at her with a look of kind concern. And with ample cleavage. Ample for a
girl her age, at least. She had only arrived at Middleton recently, and already
she was making waves and turning heads.
“...Yeah, I just...” she struggled to think of anything that didn’t involve
sandblasting that smiling face with her natural white pepper spray. Juliet was
cute, too cute, blonde hair and big blue eyes, a smile that would melt butter.
All the boys were after her, and now Kim knew exactly how they felt.
“Sorry, think I’m getting a stomach bug, haven’t been good all day.” She only
half-lied.
“Awww, sick Kimberly makes me sad,” Juliet said, giving Kim a comforting kiss
on the forehead that really was not helping things down below. “Go home and veg
out, maybe don’t come to classes tomorrow? I’m feeling a big queasy myself.”
“Yeah, I think I will. Thanks Jules.” she replied with a forced smile, wiping a
quip of stray red hair out of her eyes.
That was enough to make the other girls leave her alone, although part of her
wished she could have done more with Juliet. A lot more, in fact. Watching the
fellow cheerleader leave she paid special attention to the swing of her hips
and just how short the skirt was, each step threatening to reveal a cheeky
lycra-clad cheek.
“The sooner I get rid of this the better,” Kim sighed, giving herself a playful
punch in the dick to make it stay down, “Really messing up my feelings.
Everybody knows I don’t like girls, right?” She asked half-heartedly to the
empty room, convincing only herself.
“You should have kissed her back.” Came an all-too-familiar voice, shocking
enough to knock Kim out of her foul mood and make her look up.
***** The Plot Stiffens *****
Chapter Summary
     An old Witch seeks to trap the Rogue under her spell.
Before her was Shego, her arch-nemesis, her rival, dressed in her own
cheerleader uniform that reeked of pure evil. It was green and black, same
colours as her normal evil attire, and left nothing to the imagination from her
shapely busts to her big round rump. Her sensuous piano-black hair was tied up
in twin ponytails by green ribbons. She stood with one hand rested on her hip.
“I said you should have kissed her back. That’s what you want, right? Kiss the
girls and make them cry.”
Kim was transfixed by the sight, the words, the hypnotic sway of her hips as
she sauntered slowly closer, closing the space between them.
“B-but I-” she stammered, only to be cut off.
“But you’re totally not into girls, right? The Shama-Lama-Ding-Dong in your
pants is telling me a different story. It really is a wicked piece of meat,
revealing all those secret thoughts you keep hiding deep down.”
“Damn it Shego not now, you did this to me!” Kim barked, unable to turn away
but wanting to run, fight, do anything but get erect again.
“I can be your Juliet if you want, Princess Peeny-Pants. I’m the whole package,
the real deal, while she’s just a girl,” The older woman said sensually, before
miming a long tender kiss.
Kim’s undershorts were stretched by her throbbing mongrel, lifting her skirt,
straining to escape like a chain-chomp champing at the bit to chew on an
Italian plumber. She wanted nothing more than to pounce on Shego like a sexual
tiger, taking all her willpower to stay seated and un-sated.
“Ooooh, what’s this?” Shego playfully asked in mock-surprise, leaning forward
to get a better look at Kim’s clam-slammer and showing off her cleavage in the
process. “That’s quite the juicy jawbreaker, I could just gobble you all up.
Tell me, does your hotdog come with garlic butter?”
Kim gripped the edge of the wooden bench with both hands, knuckles turning
white from the effort. The all-too familiar tingling sensation in her legs told
her she was ready to blow, soiling her shorts if the material didn’t rip first.
She didn’t understand it, any of it, she had never been interested in girls
before, but the wetness between her thighs couldn’t be denied. Her pussy was
soaked and ready for action, slick enough to mount an entire tree. It was
maddening, and she was being driven this way by Shego, her nemesis. Shego, with
her heaving bosom, and her luscious green lips, and her ripe round a-
With a cry of alarm she came again, her rock candy covering Shego’s face and
chest with spurt after spurt of burning hot semen, thick as sour cream with a
drizzle of sweet chilli.
Shego licked her lips, enjoying the taste of the redhead’s defeat. "Looks like
Little Miss Possible has made a mess in her panties, again." The green woman
playfully chided as she hitched up the flustered Kim's skirts and started
slowly pulling down her underwear. "But is she a freak in the sheets as well as
the streets? I’ve got just The Cunt For (Your) Red Cocktober."
With a yank she pulled down Kim’s semen-soaked shorts, dongle flapping out as
it oozed cum with a few last weak spurts. Kim reached for something, anything,
to use as a weapon, an improvised attack to stop Shego before her mind fully
slipped into the rising lust floodwaters. Her hand gripped something hard, and
cold, and she hefted it with all her might.
***** Maybe I'm A Lion *****
Chapter Summary
     A duel to the death betwixt Rogue and Witch.
Shego jumped backwards as Kim swung what turned out to be a claymore, gripped
the shaft with both hands to prevent herself flying sideways from the
overswing. “So that’s the game we’re playing, is it? Swords or dicks, I’m still
the best at handling my weapon,” Shego taunted, unsheathing her apple-green
katana and taking up a defensive stance.
Kim used this reprieve to fully pull off her shorts so she wouldn’t trip over
them. All the blood still between her legs made it hard to think, but she
thought of sticking a hard steel blade between Shego’s ribs sounded pretty darn
good right about now.
They crossed swords.
Dancing between rows of benches and lockers, the air filled with the sounds of
heavy footfalls and the clash of metal on metal. Kim caught the tip of Shego’s
katana between her feet, backflipping and sending the blade through a set of
fluro lights on the ceiling. The two halves of the perfectly-dissected
lighttube crashed to the ground on either side of Shego as she advanced,
showering both girls with countless razor-sharp shards of broken glass and neon
gas.
Kim felt the blood rushing through her veins, her heart hammering in her head
like a galloping stallion. She wanted to bury her chunky salsa bottle into the
other girl’s beef burrito and squirt a hearty dollop of chilli-lime guacamole.
She wanted to scissor Shego like sapphic sisters and grind hips and clits into
sandpapery bliss. She wanted to get fucked so hard she’d forget how to walk.
This was combat. This was sex.
Their swords locked again, hilt on hilt, Shego twisting her shorter blade and
dragging the claymore in a circular arc that showered both girls in sparks and
scraping sounds. Keeping her grip loose, Kim seized the chance and balled up
her off-hand, planting a haymaker right between Shego’s mature breasts.
The force of the blow slammed Shego back-first into a row of lockers, knocking
the wind out of her and providing the opening Kim needed. The green nemesis
brought up her katana on instinct, but she was far too slow, blade knocked out
of her hands by a vengeful Kim tornado. Kim held the blade of her claymore up
against Shego’s throat, metal pressing into bare pale-green flesh but not
penetrating the skin.
“So you yield?” Kim asked through gritted teeth, pressing up against her
nemesis chest on chest, bare belly to belly, and erection vanishing beneath
Shego’s skirts.
Instead Shego pressed forward herself with a wicked grin, planting a great big
fat kiss on the lips as her firm hands dug into Kim’s lower back and caressed
her adequate rump.
The younger girl dropped her claymore, metal blade clanging to the slick stone
floor as she surrendered to the intimate moment being forced upon her, giving
in, consenting. They were kissing, deeply, passionately, desperately,
suffocating on each other. Shego worked her way down Kim’s body, showering her
torso with a trail of kisses on the way until she was on her knees and level
with her hot glue gun.
“You’ve got me exactly where you want me, what ever shall I do?” Shego
pretended to plead.
***** Fanfare *****
Chapter Summary
     The Rogue claims victory, and her prize.
“Oh you poor thing, all pent up and nowhere to blow” she clasped the shaft with
both hands as she sank to her knees, looking up at Kim with her big apple eyes,
“I’m not sure I can fit all of you in my mouth,” She giggled flirtatiously,
“Please be gentle with me Princess.”
Kim was very okay with this, for once having the upper hand and seeing Shego so
submissive beneath her. All she had to do was wait for the perfect opening,
maybe cross her legs in a sleeper hold and choke the older woman out. Her
thighs were strong enough to crack walnuts from years of superspy training.
Plus its not like she was having sex with Shego or anything, it was just this
dumb ugly flesh knife. Didn’t count, honest!
While these thoughts were going through her head Shego had already started
licking and kissing her cockhead, working it like a lollipop. Kim could feel it
on her lipstick-slick lips, and then between them and pushing into her mouth.
Her shaft was welcomed in by Shego’s expert tongue, lathered in saliva and
secondhand semen as the uvula and tonsils offered little resistance.
Slam dunk in the touchdown zone.
As she felt the base of her love truncheon press against Shego’s teeth she
realised the flaw in her plan: Teeth. She had inserted her second head into the
lion’s mouth, and was now completely at the other girl’s mercy.
Trapped, she let her body take over for the time being, leaning back and
thrusting her hips to fit as much wo-manmeat as possible into her rival’s
gullet. Hands dug into Shego’s hair, clasping the back of her head and forcing
her down harder onto this unwanted and welcome phallus.
She had never thought her first time would be like this, having her cock sucked
and blown by another girl in the school lockerroom. Every detail was wrong. She
had pictured maybe an older man, handsome and strong, taking her away on
horseback for some love between the forest trees. She pretended it was Juliet
doing the nasty to her hot meat pasty, shocked at how easy the fantasy came.
As Shego continued to go slob-slob-slob all over that knob, rolling with the
bucking as her throat did the fucking, she groped her own breasts. Hands worked
and kneaded her two meaty sweater-mounds, her pleasure puppies, her heaving
creampacks. Her great big wobbly funbags.
Kim’s load exploded like a shogun shoved into an anthill, making Shego struggle
to swallow as each pump unleashed another deluge. Cum seeped from the corners
of her mouth, from her nose, from her tear ducts, dribbling down over her
cheerleader top and lovely lady lumps. Her belly distended, stomach filling up
with gallons of girlcream and making her look like she had just swallowed a
watermelon. It churned and gurgled loudly, complaining, guts grinding.
When at last Kim’s climaxes ended, cockspear losing its strength if not its
size, she pulled back. Kim’s dick slid out of Shego’s mouth with a slurpy pop,
leaving a long trailing arc of semen from its head to her black lips. The light
caught it, casting a filthy rainbow on the far wall.
She looked up again at Kim, face red from effort and arousal, cheeks flush and
still bulging from that last blast. Wiping it clean with her arm, she tried to
swallow, throat visibly refusing to cooperate.
Kim could only look on in horror as she gagged, fighting a losing battle
against a rising tide of bile. Then the dam burst and she spewed a steaming
frothy white milkshake, chundering all over the floor between Kim’s feet. It
stank of cum and regret, and looked like leftover poutine spoiling on a hot
sidewalk. Like curdled bubble tea with surprisingly hard marbles. Like tapioca.
***** Braxton Hicks *****
Chapter Summary
     The Witch, defeated, reveals her final curse.
“Wow, that…” she almost gagged again, her guts groaning, “Normally I swallow
like a good girl, but that,” she swallowed hard, shaking her head. “That was
wicked. And you didn’t even hold my hair, so rude Princess.”
She rubbed her swollen middle, trying to settle her stomach contents, letting
out a soft moan as they gurgled again. “Oooh, this is going to give me such a
bad gut-ache, and you’ve made me look pregnant too. Wonder if that’ll fool any
of the boys?”
Kim Possible had a refractory period measured in microseconds, and she felt
herself start to get hard against her will. Shego noticed, her eyes lighting up
as she licked her lips.
“Is that your big secret? Does the idea of my belly big and preggy excite you?”
She continued, hands cradling the swell of her abdomen, fingers tracing circles
around her bellybutton. “Does Kimmy wanna’ knock me up and make a big green
ginger baby?”
Kim shook her head, starting to back away, but Shego continued on as her middle
continued to swell. “A teenage girl is gonna’ make me into a mommy, isn’t it
usually the other way around?”
Her belly button popped, reversing from an innie to an outie as the contents of
her distended middle shifting and squired. “And of course I’m the one left
holding the baby when you refuse to take responsibility.”
With an orgasmic moan she pulled aside her black lacey panties to reveal the
moist lips of her subterranean wonder cavern. Thick amniotic fluid started to
seep out as she bore down, muscles straining to force her belly intruder into
her birth canal. Kim continued backing away in a mixture of horror and disgust.
Her nether lips bulged and split as, panting and straining, Shego crowned her
baby and delivered the head between shaking thighs. “Must be 12 pounds,” she
gasped between strong contractions, “You could never make it easy for me, not
even this once.”
With a roar and a final push Shego birthed Kim’s overdue baby onto the cold
concrete floor in a mudslide of blood and fluids that stank worse than death.
“Out child, isn’t it beautiful?” Shego asked Kim with subdued euphoria in
between exhausted breaths, scooping up the wailing infant and cradling it in
her arms. In responce the older woman’s already-impressive rack swelled,
doubling in size in under a second and two spreading dark patches revealing the
rich bounty of milk already escaping her stonking great tits. The child started
to suckle hungrily through the material of Shego’s cheerleader top, taking on a
healthy colour.
Kim’s morbid attention was split evenly between that and the fact that Shego
had started to push again, her belly looking even bigger as another baby
started to emerge from her chowder clam.
“We’re going to have such a big family, Princess.”
Kim’s legs backed up against the wooden bench she had initially been sitting
on, the teen girl lurching backwards and falling onto her butt with a cry of
shock. She looked up to see… nothing.
Shego wasn’t there!
Sheepishly getting to her feet, Kim realised her shorts were still on, her
chest and belly still clean and dry, and her claymore nowhere to be seen. Even
the stain on the floor was gone, thankfully. None of it had happened.
“Oh, oh no. What did you do to me?”
***** lovefool *****
Chapter Summary
     The Rogue shuffles the Tarot, but every card turns up The Lovers.
Kim sat on the edge of her bed, bathed in the red evening glare breaking
through her window, and felt sorry for herself. Today had been an absolute
disaster, even before the imaginary swordfight and everything that followed.
She sighed, dressed only in an oversized Evanescence tour shirt — it was still
2003 after all — resting her face on her fist and her elbow on her leg. She had
wrapped her cock against that leg with tape, and it seemed to be behaving
itself for now. Not that that was comfort to the whirlwind of thoughts swirling
around in Kim’s skull.
She hated this. She hated it. It. This unwelcome monster between her legs, this
hanging hungry beast that stood to attention whenever she so much as got a
whiff of another girl.
“It’s all your fault,” she said softly, directing her blame at her meaty man-
hammer. “Everyone knows I’m not into girls. Everyone, except you. Making me
think about Juliet like that.” She didn’t dare mention the swordfight she had
had with Shego. Or didn’t have. Whatever was in that drug was messing with her
head, clearly, making her hallucinate.
“I’m not into girls,” she lied to herself, unable to stop thinking about that
kiss from Juliet. It had felt like electricity from the blonde’s lips and down
Kim’s body, tingling every nerve on the way. She wouldn’t be surprised if there
was a kiss-shaped mark on her skin, a brand caused by the arc-flash of that
moment.
Juliet had been a shining moment of respite in her hellish day. Not just the
kiss, either, but the thought that somebody cared and reached out to her. It
made her felt special, even if she couldn’t reveal the truth between her legs.
Juliet was sunshine wrapped up in rainbow ribbons, and that was just her smile.
She wished the blonde bombshell was here to kiss it all better, to hold her and
tell her it would be alright.
With a frustrated sigh she threw herself backwards into her bed, clutching her
Sailor Moon pillow tightly to her chest. Usagi offered some small comfort, but
it wasn’t as good as the real thing. Wasn’t like Juliet at all. Her cock
behaved itself, staying limp as she let her emotions pour out and into the soft
yielding material of the pillow’s motherly thickness.
Why was she feeling so fragile? This wasn’t like Kim Possible, after-school
action bitch, kicker of evil butts. She should be out there foiling plots and
punching Drakken in his big dumb smug pale face, not feeling sorry for herself
like some kind of lovesick puppy.
Sometimes she had had thoughts about girls, it was true. Like her fellow
cheerleaders or whatever actress of pop starlet was the flavour of the month.
Daydream flings, passing fancies and fantasies and quick blushes from both the
joy and shame. But always she had been into boys, ever since puberty first sent
its first chemical rushes into her burgeoning body. She couldn’t be a lesbian
now, couldn’t have both sets of feelings mix and mingle in her mind.
Lovesick. That word caught in her mind. Lovesick for a fellow cheerleader,
arching from a single kiss. Juliet’s poison had worked its way into her heart,
and there was no saving her now.
“Oh, no…” she whispered to herself. “I’m beyond gay, like turbogay.”
She was brought out of her lesbiatory haze by a loud thunk against her window.
She looked up in time to see it happen again, a chunk of brick thrown with
purpose. Disengaging herself from her pillowy snuggling, she made her way over
and lifted the shutter.
Down below, in front of the Possible household with a bag of bricks, was Juliet
Starling. She was dressed for the night, in slacks and a pink sweather that
wasn’t loose enough to hide her figure.
“I need somebody to talk to,” she looked up, eyes like a puppy. The lovesick
variety.
***** Kingdom Hearts *****
Chapter Summary
     The Knight bears her heart to the Rogue, but will she get it back
     again?
“We’ve already had to move once, because of me. We lived out west and,” Juliet
signed from the painful memories, “There was a scare. I failed a pregnancy test
and we just fled rather than face the shame.”
“Oh Juliet,” was all Kim could say, taking Juliet’s hands in hers and giving
them a supporting squeeze. The two of them were sat on the edge of Kim’s bed,
Juliet with her legs up and arms wrapped around a pillow.
“And I think I’ve made the same mistake.” Juliet guided Kim’s hand and placed
it against the blonde’s athletically flat belly, “There’s a baby, or maybe
there is. I don’t know. I don’t know.”
Kim was taken by surprise as Juliet buried herself into the younger girl’s
embrace, slumping lax against Kim’s body as the tears came. The redhead gave
the blond comforting backrubs, feeling a genuine connection between the two of
them from this outpouring of emotion.
“I don’t know why I keep doing this to myself.” Juliet mumbled into Kim’s
shoulder, “Nothing about it felt right. Nothing about this feels right. I’m
lying to myself again.” The tears, flowing like a waterfall, started to dry up,
becoming a mountain stream and finally a shallow creek.
Kim gave her time, letting it come out unforced. And came it did.
“I’m beyond gay, like turbo-gay.” She forced out, voice breaking as she wiped
at her eyes, “And I had to tell you, Kimberly. I just couldn’t trust anyone
else.” Her hand clasped Kim’s, fingers interlocking like the teeth of a zipper,
like legs of entwined lovers, like lips and tongues wallowing in passions, like
the red strings of fate.
‘…because you’re a lesbian too.’ Kim’s mind completed the sentence, to her
horror. Outside she didn’t change, but inside it was like a molotov cocktail
had been hurled through the window to her soul. Maybe it was alright if she
was? She didn’t know, but Juliet thought she did. And that was good enough,
wasn’t it? Her house of cards came tumbling down, all of them turning up queen
of hearts.
“And… that’s not the only reason.” Juliet leaned in, motion unsure. She was
awfully close to Kim now, uncomfortably close. There was a desperation to her,
a pleading, a gaping that needed to be filled. Her eyes closed, lips just the
tiniest bit open, breath hot. Kim hadn’t been this close with a boy before, and
certainly never with a girl, and it made her extremely uncomfortable.
’She’s going for a kiss,’ Kim felt the truth, and it hurt. She knew Juliet
couldn’t complete the motion on her own, needed her to lean in and lock lips,
return the gesture of affection. That was how it always was in the trashy teen
dramas she watched, the awkward half-confession sealed with a kiss, and then
they were lovers.
Part of her knew this could be her only chance, her one shot at hooking up with
Juliet. Just say the magic words, and kiss the girl, and earn your damn happily
ever after.
But her silence was deafening. She couldn’t dare say anything, couldn’t dare
complete the motion and seal the deal on homosexuality. Instinctively she
shifted away, backing down, pulling back from the kiss, scrunching her face up
awkwardly from some toxic mixture of shame, embarrassment, and disgust.
Juliet opened her eyes again, confusion turning to horror in her eyes as the
unspoken denial sunk an icy dagger into her heart. Juliet started to cry again,
getting up to leave, to rush out and presumably throw herself in front of a
passing Dodge caravan. And in that moment Kim knew she had to act.
As Kim moved to get up, to pursue Juliet, to tell her it was okay, she was cut
short by the noose of cold steel suddenly wrapped around her throat.
***** We Are Finally Cowboys *****
Chapter Summary
     The Rogue in chains must perform a daring escape, or drown in a river
     of poison.
Kim pulled at the chain wrapped around her neck with body hands, but it was no
use. Coils had knotted themselves tight and her desperate fingers could barely
find purchase.
“Don’t fight, Princess,” came Shego’s mocking tone. Kim turned and followed the
arc of the chain to find the evil cheerleader lounging atop her bed. With a
yank of the chain she pulled Kim painfully back and onto her knees.
“Really, keep still. I’m doing this for your own good Princess.”
Kim reached out and grabbed Shego’s green-bladed katana, which had been leaning
up against the bed. In one fluid motion she swung it up, aimed at her own
throat, severing the chains around her neck and sending them thunking to the
carpet like so many spent bullet casings.
Her other hand gripped the now-end of the chain and pulled, her turn to send
Shego lurching forward. She ended up sliding off the edge of the bed face-
first, silenced by the presence of her own dark blade at her throat.
“We have got to stop meeting like this,” Shego quipped as she carefully pushed
the sword away from her throat. “Does Princess want another sloppy blowjob and
birthshow-a-go-go? I can hear a storm coming and I could keep you warm all
night long. I doubt your dirty dick cares which cooch it smooches, and a cock
in the hand is worth two in the bush.”
“I need you to shut up, and go away, right now.” Kim said coldly, still
gripping the chain tightly. It hadn’t occurred to her that this wasn’t possible
until she let Shego go, but fantasies based on reality rarely made sense
anyway.
“Are you sure? Juliet’s the only one who suspects you’re a lesbian. Break her
heart now and she’ll cry it all away, your secret safe.”
“You know I can’t hurt her like that,” Kim replied, coldly, “Get out of my
head.”
“That’s your problem, Princess, always such a bleeding heart. I’ll make your
heart bleed!” Shego headbutted Kim, drawing blood. Dazed and confused, she
wasn’t able to keep ahold of the katana, while Shego wrested from her control
and kicked back to open room between the two.
Kim went in the opposite direction, leaning back onto her back to acrobatically
avoid a swinging swordblade aimed at her throat before leveraging the momentum
to bring her knees in and perform a kip up. She held her hand out to the side,
summoning her claymore from its pocket dimension. It felt firm in the palm of
her hand, comforting, like it belonged there. And more importantly, it told her
that this also wasn’t real.
“I’ve been kicking ass since your ass was in diapers,” Steel rang against steel
as Shego continued, “And it needs a good spanking until its red raw and covered
in welts.”
Kim had gotten lucky last time, but now out in the open her lack of experience
was showing. She started giving ground with each desperate parry and block,
never getting a chance to rally or attack.
A high kick knocked the blades out of both women’s hands, Kim reeling and off-
balance by the blow, teetering on the end. Shego crash-tackled into her,
driving both of them spiraling onto the floor in a tangle of limbs.
Kim found herself on her back with Shego on top of her. The older woman’s
green-tinted hands snaked slowly up the redhead’s arms, gripping her wrists
softly but firmly. As they recovered their strength their swords landed on
either side of them, blade tips thrust into the soft yielding woodwork.
As the storm rumbled outside, Kim realised she was trapped.
***** Show Me Love (Fucking Åmål) *****
Chapter Summary
     The Rogue, with a grin, reveals the key she had hidden between her
     lips. But is it too late?
“Let me go, I don’t care if people thin-”
Shego put her index finger on Kim’s lips to shush her, before tracing it down
her body, between her breasts, across her taught stomach, and to the cock that
was pressing up against Shego’s abdomen. Her slovenly-summoned swelling
stretched her stained slacks, slick she-sausage seeking snatch.
“Why would I possibly think that you’re gay? It’s not like your toy soldier is
standing to attention for me.” She rubbed against it firmly, daring it to go
off and ruin her panties, “You’re just like all the boys, thirsty pigs that
think with their dicks. You even want me, here, now, don’t you?”
“What do you want fr-”
“I know all the dirty little things you’ve thought about me. You’ve daydreamed
about my smile, the softness of my boobs, sinking your fingers into my firm
bubble butt.” She tousled her hair for full effect, tracing both hands down her
curvy figure and up Kim’s arms again. “And now I’m here, my breath on your
neck, my hands in yours, and it just feels so good.”
Between Shego’s thighs Kim’s 6-inch sub started swelling into a mighty footlong
(with double meat and ranch dressing), skin rubbed red from the many times that
day she had forced herself to climax to gain a brief respite.
“I swear you like it this way,” Shego said, intertwining her fingers with Kim’s
and straddling the gingeress’ hips, “An older girl holding you down, taking
control. You’re such a little princess.”
Kim turned her head away as a blush spread across her cheeks, ashamed at how
right Shego’s words were. It felt good, like she was being protected. “Shut
up,” she mumbled, “She’s only a grade above me.”
“And a full head taller,” Shego ground her hips against Kim’s crotch, “With
those big strong arms, and legs that go all the way, and oh my that chest of
hers.”
“Her boobs aren’t a big deal,” was all Kim could reply to that, still unable to
make eye contact.
“They’re certainly big enough,” Shego retorted with glee. “And they’re only
going to get bigger as she grows. Unlike a certain A-cup adversary currently
lusting after my large Cs. Admit it, you’ve thought of me in that way.”
“Yes,” Kim sighed, feeling herself start to melt under the attention.
“Then why her and not me? Forget Juliet. You need someone much older to make
you feel okay, to wipe away all your little anxieties and meltdowns. I could be
a better boyfriend than any boy or man, and you’ve got just the dick to make me
feel good in my special tummy palace. All I need is your consent, and the
promise you’ll never think about boys again.”
“…but you’re not even real.” Kim spoke up, finally an edge to her words. She
had noticed, and remembered, all the posters of boys she had up here in her
room. Enrique Eglasius, Ronan Keating, Ricky Martin, Orlando Bloom as the
prettiest elf bowman, and especially Justin Timberlake. She forced herself to
think about them as Shego tried to worm her way into the gingeress’
subconscious desires, closing her eyes and filling her mind with heterosexual
passions.
Shego noticed.
“Look at you Princess, you’ve almost got it. You’re so close, yet so far
still.”
Kim caught Shego across the face with a powerful backhand, knocking the
villainess off her perch and onto her side against the wooden bedframe.
Shego chuckled, rubbing the red mark that was showing on her face, “Ha, so the
bitch has bite, show me your wild side.”
***** The End Complete IV: The Road and the Damned  *****
Chapter Summary
     A Trial Of Passion tests if the Rogue really has the strength to see
     this road to its conclusion.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Kim scrambled across the carpet and pounced on the hapless and distracted
Shego, hands grabbing under her pleated skirts. Shego’s panties came down off
her hips, exposing ample cheeks and a pussy more than moist.
“Princess finally wants to play?” Shego asked in a playful tone, accentuating
it with a shake of her ample ass, “Prove to me right now you’ve got what it
takes to sleep with another girl. Show me how you would do her. _Fuck_ me like
a cheerleader.”
Kim didn’t need to be told twice, grasping her nemesis by the hips and pushing
pulsing peenee-piston cockhead against the entrance doors to Shego’s treasure
vault. Her Space Shuttle Cocklumbia was cleared for takeoff.
She thrust.
Shego let out a squeal of pleasure and pain as her hairy clam was pried wide
open by Kim’s deep-sea diver, rubbing rough against her prized pearl. She was
filled, impaled on a whaler’s harpoon that threatened to split her guts with
blood and thunder.
“Promise you’ll take responsibility if you get me preg-” her gasped-out joke
between thrusts was cut off by Kim spanking her big fat butt harder than any
paddle punishing a weaboo. And her punishment didn’t stop there, the monster
between her legs hungry for blood and revenge.
Giving up on the hips, she grabbed Shego’s twin ponytails and pulled hard,
forcing the older woman’s back to arch painfully high like a bucking bronco.
“Don’t stop!” she pleaded through the pain, begging for the punishment to
continue.
She couldn’t maintain this speed, nor this pressure, already feeling the need
to erupt again. But she hadn’t hurt Shego enough, hadn’t yet proven how far she
would go.
She grabbed Shego’s ripe round rump, pulling the cheeks as far apart as she
could and exposing a pristine puckering potato-hole. Cock pulled out and re-
aligned, like a knight’s lance in a sexual joust, taking all her strength not
to blow her load here and now.
“Do it! Do it in my special princess place.” Shego half-commanded, half-begged.
Despite her tightness, Kim forced her way in, inch by painful inch. Tears
welled up in Shego’s eyes as she was sodomised with all the force of the jaws
of life. She couldn’t take it anymore, body involuntarily clamping down like a
pneumatic press.
Reality shifted gears again with a sickening thud, and with a cry of alarm Kim
climaxed into something soft and yielding. She came barely a handful this time,
internal ladyballs sore and running on empty after a long day of rutting.
Breathing slow, she prised her eyes open to discover the recipient and victim
of her affections: Her Sailor Moon body pillow. Her thrusts had punctured Usagi
right between the legs and added her own gooey ranch dressing to the stuffing.
Pulling out, she lay there in her post-coital afterglow, listening to the low
roar of the rain like white noise. The dullness caused by the wall separating
her from the outside afforded the rain an extra thick and warm feeling, perfect
for slipping under and sleeping the night away.
A pearl of thunder shook her back to reality, and she remembered how she had
gotten into this sticky situation in the first place. And why.
Four powerful strides and she hefted the window up and open, exposing herself
to the brunt of the storm.
“Juliet!” she called, voice no match for the howling storm. She looked, hoping
to see a flash of pink in the rain-lashed and darkened street. No suck luck.
“Jules?” she tried again, much weaker this time as the rain soaked into her
shirt, running down her bare legs and starting to pool at her feet. It was hot,
the kind of summer rain that brought the cool change, lightning cleansing the
air and leaving nothing behind but an abundance of ozone.
“I… I think I’m…” Kim started, the rest lost to a crack of thunder as the rain
hid her tears.
Chapter End Notes
     This took far longer than I expected. Wasn't sure of including it
     originally, just cutting right past the sex and leaving it up to the
     imagination. People convinced me otherwise, so here it is.
     This marks the end of the second act, so to speak. Look forward to
     some actual answers coming soon.
     ALSO look forward to a mostly new chapter 9. After some feedback I'm
     toning it way down.
***** Epilogue 1: Birth By Sleep *****
Chapter Summary
     Happily never after, our hero laments for a lifetime not spent.
Kim Stoppable (Née Possible) was woken by the incessant wailing of a baby
blaring through the beside baby monitor. Her baby.
With a sigh and a groan she reached behind her and gave the still-sleeping form
of her husband Ron a good shove. “Come on Ron, it’s your turn. You promised.”
He responded with a snore, so she tried a backwards elbow to the face.
Still nothing.
“I swear he could sleep through a war,” she muttered to herself. “Okay, nothing
for it. Just need to sit up and you’re halfway there.”
After the third attempt she managed to swing her legs out over the side of the
double bed far enough to rotate herself upright. From there it should have been
easy to stand up, but even pushing against the bed with both arms it was a
struggle.
Finally vertical, and now out of breath, she leaned against the wall for a few
seconds before reaching out and switching off the baby monitor. She could still
hear it crying through the walls anyway.
Kim ran a hand down the swell of her pregnant belly, relishing a time when her
unborn children weren’t active and kicking her in the bladder. “I thought the
second pregnancy was supposed to be easier?” she sleepily complained to no one.
A few uneasy steps and she was in the hallway of their modest home, carpet
giving way to rough floorboards. A small lamp on a side-table provided enough
illumination for her to get around without banging her swollen feet into
anything. “I think in the morning we’re going to have a long talk about giving
all our kids my maiden name,” she grumbled.
She caught herself in mirror they kept in the sink alcove that connected the
corridor to the bathroom and shower, not liking what she saw. Her black
maternity dress, which had originally hung down to her knees, now barely
reached past her bellybutton and was stretched drum-tight. It had ridden up
again, and she struggled to pull it down before giving up.
“Another day bigger, another dress too small to cover my panties,” Kim
lamented, resigned to the fact her overdue-with-triplets baby bump was
determined to keep her underwear exposed. This pair was stretched and grey,
with ‘PIRATE’ across the butt in hot pink letters. Because she had a lot of
booty. It was funny at the time.
With a click the light in the nursery switched on, casting a bright glow out in
the corridor ahead, and the crying settled down. This sent Kim into maternal
panic mode, there was an intruder in her house and who knows what it was doing
to her child!
She entered the nursery brandishing a lamp like it was the mace of Zeus, moving
as best she could with her sub-equatorial gait, only to be stopped dead in her
tracks by something she hadn’t seen in what felt like forever.
***** 'til The End Of Time *****
Chapter Summary
     The Thief realises this games has multiple endings, and reloads her
     save file to start New Game Plus.
Juliet Starling, still in their old cheerleader outfit and still looking every
bit as young as the day they parted ways. She was gently rocking Kim’s baby in
her arms, singing to it softly.
“And if those zombies attack in a horde,
Mommy’s gonna’ buy you a pink chainsaw”
“…What?” was all Kim could say, not lowering the lamp.
“Hush now,” Juliet responded, putting out a raised finger, “I’ve just calmed
her down. Bit of a nightmare, she doesn’t need to see Mommy shouting.”
“But… where? How?” She still couldn’t form coherent sentences, but she got her
point across regardless.
“So this is the reality you chose for yourself?” Juliet asked, giving the room
a once-over as she stepped closer, “House, husband, 2.5 kids and maybe a dog?”
“It’s a living. You up and vanished on me, Jules, and no other girls did it for
me.” Kim shrugged, not comfortable with how close Juliet was getting again.
“Not for lack of trying. You were a passing phase, a pleasant summer daydream.
And then I woke up.”
“How does your husband feel about your monster dick?”
Before Kim could ask how Juliet even knew about that, the cheerleader booped
the housewife’s popped outie bellybutton.
Kim let out a low moan of pain, like a cow fallen down a ditch, both hands
clutching her massive belly as ripples of pain raced down it. With a
contraction something broke inside her, the ripping pop of a thin membrane
rupturing. Deep pelvic muscles spasmed to life as a sticky liquid started to
gush from between her thighs and down her legs. The dam had burst, a draining
deluge that clung to her panties and streamed down her legs like pouring rain.
Heavy rain.
Kim Possible, twenty-something workaholic, briskly stepped the last dozen
drenched steps along the pavement to her door. The storm had hit on the way
home from the bank, catching her without an umbrella. Her cotton blouse was
soaked through, revealing her black bra for all the world to see. She had
already gotten several hungry looks on the bus, and was this close to breaking
some dumb pervert’s face.
Good thing she was wearing dark below the waist, last thing she needed was
somebody else over-reacting to her stuffed underwear.
In the relative safety and dryness of her doorway she did her bust to drip-dry
herself, squeezing rainwater out of her long black pencil skirt and wringing
out her ginger hair. Hopefully her shoes and stockings could be salvaged,
especially the shoes. Really hard to find black work shoes in her size that
didn’t pinch the heels.
The door opened and Kim was greeted with the heartwarming sight of her wife,
Juliet Starling, framed by the warm white-yellow glow of indoor light. She was
dressed in pink pyjamas with a cute little zombie pattern, equally warm and
casual. She embraced Kim.
“Perfect timing Kimberly. Quick, come inside before you catch something, get
those panties off and hang them on the radiator.”
“How romantic,” Kim laughed after a kiss, as always surprised by the random
antics and boundless energy of her blonde bombshell wife. And what a wonder she
was, her body maturing as she left her teenage years behind, face more womanly
and less girlish, but she was still every part the brattish younger sister to
Kim’s maturity. This evening she had her hair up in the twin ponytails that had
once been her signature, and her smile was pure mischief.
“Guess we’ll have to skip dinner and head straight to the shared shower.” She
pulled Kim through the doorway but didn’t bother to close it, “I’m ready, but
we’ll catch a cold if we do it now.”
That line broke Kim out of her reverie. “You’re ready?”
“Yepper-pepper, I’m ready to have a long hot shower with you, and then,” She
kissed Kim on the lips again, “I’m ready to have your baby.”
“Oh Jules,” was all Kim could say as she swept Juliet off her feet. They
twirled across the living room, Kim’s spirits and mighty girlhammer raised and
flared. Rain wasn’t the only thing seeping into her underwear.
And then they passed the dining room, and Kim caught sight of the spread.
Juliet had clearly spent all day putting on a rich smorgasboard of, well, round
and long foods. Melons and hot dogs, quivering mounds of jelly alongside
chicken subs and rather phallic carrots. And in the centre was Ron Stoppable,
bound and gagged like a Thanksgiving turkey.
“Oops!” Juliet let out as she bounced over to the table, grabbing and lifting a
pink-rimmed chainsaw, “We just gotta’ deal with this first, can’t have no boys
in your life if I’m riding your red rocket lez express straight to maternity.”
Kim’s heart said no but her cock said yes, and for an instant she was frozen to
the spot. As Juliet brought the roaring blade around and down Kim crash-tackled
her, both of them collapsing into a struggling and screaming pile of limbs.
***** Night Terrors *****
Chapter Summary
     A night hag reaches out across the wells of sleep to reveal painful
     truths.
Screaming.
Kim Possible awoke with a gasp, still in her own bed. The storm raged outside
but her skin raged like an inferno. A lash of thunder shook the house to its
foundations, her pulse rating, heart thundering in her chest and threatening to
explode. Beads of sweat trickled down her face and body, pooling beneath her in
a different kind fo wet patch. Everything stank of salt and semen, the heady
alchemy of testosterone and fucking.
She tried to move, but her arm and shoulder refused to budge. She tried again,
desperation welling up in her as her muscles and bones did not obey. She was
trapped within her own skin.
A flash of lightning lit the room for a fleeting moment, revealing a figure
sitting at the foot of her bed. She felt it move, weight shifting as her room
invader scooted and scurried up the bed, until it was straddling her lap with
only the covers between them. This figure leaned forward.
Even in the dark she could tell their faces were very close, the stranger’s
breath brushing against her face. Kim was in full-on panic-mode now, trapped in
place by some kind of paralysis even without being pinned down. She wanted to
scream for help, but her mouth could only suck in and exhale air. Her eyes
could only stare blankly into the black void.
The situation was giving her the biggest fear boner, cock pressing up against
her assailant like a pneumatic press fuelled by raw adrenaline. Harder than
diamond and twice as unbreakable, this terror-pleasure teen-peen totem pole was
totally squashed flat against her abdomen. It was stealing essential blood,
blood that needed to be carrying oxygen to her brain.
“It’s okay,” the nightmare stranger said in a whisper, and Kim was shocked to
recognise the voice.
Shego.
Not just any Shego either, a softer and kinder voice. A voice that made her
mind drift back to a different time, when Shego had had had her personality
reversed by an act of mad science gone wrong. For a few blissful days the
chartreuse-green antagonist had become substitute teacher protagonist. Adopting
the name Miss Go, she had been a mentor and friend to Kim, and possibly
something more if the change had lasted. It had felt good to have somebody
older to confide in, who understood everything she was going through both as a
woman and as an international action-spy.
“It’s okay,” the voice reiterated softly, comfortingly. “Those are not the
shadows of the things that will be, only shadows of things that may be.”
Click.
Miss Go had reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, casting enough pale
diffuse light into the room to confirm what Kim already knew: Miss Go was on
top of her, complete with her teacher outfit. And a pair of vials in her other
hand.
“Now at this point you must have questions. ‘Why are you here?’, ‘why can’t I
move?’, ‘why do I have a penis?’, I’ll get to them. First off, we both know I’m
an international super-criminal, and you forgot to close your window. A little
dose of sleep paralysis drugs is keeping you still long enough for us to have
this little talk. I’m very sorry about that, but once I’m through talking
you’ll want to punch me and never stop. I like my face un-punched, thank you
very much.”
Kim had to settle for pretending to punch her. It felt good.
***** Miss Go Explains It All *****
Chapter Summary
     The title explains what literally happens.
“It was a week ago,” Miss Go recounted, once Kim had stoped trying to mentally
behead her, “I was neck-deep in a double-cross over a deal gone wrong, kicking
ass and taking names and doing what I do best. And then this happened,” she
indicated the second vial, half-full of a pale blue liquid.
“Whetstone, an experimental mind-control drug that never made it out of the
testing phase. And it was on the black market, so of course Drakken needed a
sample. But then the guns came out and I was dodging bullets while trying not
to damage the merchandise.”
“It wasn’t until I got back to base that I discovered I had been hit, got some
of the drug in my system.”
In the flashback of these events Shego swore, which was bleeped out by the
censors.
“Now, I say mind control, but it was originally meant to help with therapy. I
know, right? You go in for some daddy issues and come out with a daddy dick in
your panties, not exactly what the doctor ordered. And yes, this means I’ve now
got one too, that’s how you can tell its the real me.”
Kim was still trying to get her arm to move. If she could just reach that
bedside lamp, maybe she could use it as a weapon.
“But apart form this cock torpedo I’m currently crushing between my legs, I bet
you’ve seen and felt some real shit over the past 24 hours, maybe even had a
swordfight or two. That’s okay, it’s fine, everything is fine, you’re fine.
It’s just your subconscious trying to tell you something very important.”
Kim thought she felt one of her fingers move, just the tiniest bit. Good, keep
focusing on that she thought, not on the mad woman with the chemicals.
“Drakken was pretty disappointed when he found out, but I was too busy fighting
my own inner demons. At the end I realised, you know, being Miss Go felt good.
Flashback Shego dug through her wardrobe, cock heavy and hungry, before pulling
out her old Miss Go outfit. She had kept it in immaculate condition all this
time. She paused, looking off in the distance and remembering better times.
“Imagine everything I’ve done, every regret I now have burning in the back of
my skull. And I came through it all, while cumming through it all. Seriously,
the evil lair bathroom is full of more used condoms than I ever thought
possible. But once I came to terms with being good again, I regained control.”
Flashback Drakken opened the door to the evil lair’s communal bathroom, only to
get buried under an avalanche of water-balloon-sized used condoms.
“At the end I thought of you, princess. I know denial when I see it, and I just
had to help you out. I’m doing you a favour, see? You’re so close and you can’t
even see it, it’s right there on the tip of your tongue.” Miss Go finished.
Her pager beeped, and she checked it with a smirk. “Okay, Princess, we’re
pretty much done here, but I want you to think about all this.” She leaned in
and gave the superspy a warm and comforting kiss on the cheek, “I think we both
know the answer. See you in class.”
She backflipped off the bed, continuing to flip and cartwheel like Xena and
vanish out the open window.
Kim finally regained control of her body as she erupted out of bed, ending up
before the open window for the second time that night. Miss Go’s words swum
through her head, making her feel woozy. She felt like she was so close to a
breakthrough, like how her penis broke through panties and hymens. Miss Go had
left her with many hard questions, hard like her penis was right now.
She looked down at her erection, defiantly. “Not like you were any help. Next
time distract her or something, I can’t do all the work myself.”
Grumbling, she returned to bed, making sure to padlock her window. Outside the
storm still raged, and inside her head was a mess of sexual confusion.
***** Take Care Of Yourself / The Beast That Screamed “Bi” At The Heart Of The
World *****
Lost, somewhere in the corner of a waking dream, Kim Possible awoke tied to a
standard-issue school chair. Eyes widening to better see through the enveloping
darkness, she thought she could make out the features of other chairs and desks
around her.
She pulled against the ropes binding her legs to the chair legs and her arms
behind her back, giving each a few good yanks to test their strength. Tight,
but loose enough to not affect her circulation. A series of knots that
supported and reinforced each other, making each one harder to undo. Real
professional job.
Fwoosh.
Suddenly light, blinding brilliant light, a pillar of white illuminated her
like Christmas Eve. It was only a few feet wide, not revealing much of her
surroundings and now so bright she couldn’t make out anything beyond it.
Nightblind.
A pair of figures emerged from the darkness, one on either side of Kim. To the
left was imaginary Shego, now dressed in a dark green and black bunny waitress
outfit that accentuated all of her womanly curves and wielding her twin-bladed
katana. Mirroring her, on Kim’s right, came Juliet Starling in a hot pink latex
bodysuit with absolute cleavage that almost stretched all the way down to her
pussy. She hefted a grey and pink chainsaw with a heart motif, which Kim
recognised from an earlier dream.
In unison they thrust their blades into the ground before approaching.
“Listen, Princess,” Shego started with mock concern, “You’ve found yourself in
a rough situation.”
“And I know everything about rough situations,” Juliet said, rubbing her flat
middle with both hands.
“In fact, rough is how I like it. But this,” Shego raised one green-stiletto-
heeled foot and lightly but firmly pressed it against Kimmy’s bulging crotch,
“This is tearing you apart. Your head wants boys and your cock says ‘Only Girls
Allowed’, how can your poor widdle heart decide? Gay, or nay?”
Kim found herself unable to answer, her mouth open but unable to summon the
words up her throat. She felt light-headed, disorientated, like she was going
to puke at any moment.
“Aren’t boys the best thing?” Shego led, “With their strong arms and soft
faces. And there are so many of them, always another one when you get bored.”
“Don’t listen to her Kimmy,” Juliet countered, “Girls are so soft and curvy,
and you know what we like because you are one. Plus, we’ve got boobs.”
“Her family could move again, even if this is another false alarm, then you’ll
be all gayed up and with no-one to take home.”
“Shut up!” Kim finally bellowed, silencing the both of them. The ropes fell
away from her wrists, but neither of her interrogators had noticed. “Both of
you, you’re tearing me apart! Nothing makes sense anymore and everything in my
life is covered in so much gooey spooge! And I hate it, I hate this part of
myself.” She pulled her knees ups to her chest, wrapping her arms around them
as she curled up into herself.
“Only people who hate themselves can’t love,” Juliet said, transforming into
Shego in her Evil Cheerleader Uniform, much to Kim’s chagrin, “Can’t place
their trust in another. You’re the only person who hates you.”
“I guess I’m just a coward because I can’t decide.” Kim was close to tears,
voice wavering and shaking, head buried in her knees and eyes closed, “I’m
cowardly, sneaky, and weak...”
“No, only if you think you are,” Juliet, now returned to her classic
cheerleader persona, placed a comforting hand on Kim’s shoulder. “But if you
know yourself, you can take care of yourself.”
She faded, and Kim Possible was alone again in the darkness.
“…I hate myself for being this way. I hate that I can’t decide, I’m at war with
myself,” she muttered. The image frame tore in two straight down the middle,
right through Kim’s heart. How could she possibly make this choice? Straight or
gay, boys or girls; both sides felt like something was missing, like two
different holes in her soul.
But maybe it didn’t have to be this way.
“But, but maybe...” she opened her eyes again, “Maybe I could choose to love
myself instead. Maybe my love could have a greater value.” She wiped away the
tears, starting to unfold like a blossoming yuri flower with firm heterosexual
stem.
“That’s right. I am no more or less than myself. I’m Kim Possible, and if that
means being both straight and gay then that’s still me.” Feet met the ground as
she stood up dramatically, knocking the chair to the far corner of the room. “I
want to be myself, warts and urges and all. I want to continue existing here in
this world,”
Around her the walls started to crack, like a panoramic mirror breaking in slow
motion.
“My life is worth living and my love is worth having!”
Everything exploded around her, world giving way to an ankle-deep coral reef on
a beautiful sunny day. Defiant, but no longer alone, everybody from Kim’s life
appeared around her applauding.
“Congratulations!” Said Ron, sad but also happy for his now-out friend.
“Congratulations!” shouted the entire cheer squad, jumping and ruffling their
pom-poms.
“Congratulations!” Said Drakken, who didn’t know quite why he was here when he
could be off taking over the world.
“Congratulations!” said a bunch of other villains the author hadn’t researched
for this fanfic.
“Noot noot!” Said Pingu the penguin.
“And congratulations!” Finished Kim’s family, completely accepting their oldest
daughter’s sexuality and supporting her.
“Thank you, all of you.” Was all Kim could say, trying to pull her skirts down
over her raging erection.
 
To my father, farewell.
To my mother, thank you.
And to all the children, congratulations.
***** Epilogue 2: They Totally Fuck *****
Chapter Summary
“Hey”
Juliet closed her locker door to see the apprehensive face of Kim Possible. The
redhead cast furtive glances around to make sure they were alone in the
corridor.
“So… about last night,” She started awkwardly, unsure how to finish the
sentence, letting it and its many implications hang in the air.
“It’s okay,” Juliet filled the awkward silence, cradling her schoolbooks in her
arm, “I’m happy to forgot it Kimberly,”
“Nooo-no-no,” Kim countered, clasping her hands behind her back, “It’s fine.
I’ve just been working through some confusing stuff lately.”
“You had me worried there for a moment Kimberly, like I was a bad kisser or
something.”
Kim put her hand on Juliet’s shoulder, herself feeling extremely embarrassed by
the whole ordeal. “Zero problemo, Jule’. You’re a good kisser.”
“Really?” she asked, not sounding sure.
“Really. Of all the girls I’ve ever kissed, you’re the best.” Kim replied with
technical honesty. Juliet didn’t need to know she was also the first and only
girl she had ever kissed. Or failed to kiss. “And you were half-right. About me
liking girls, that is.”
“So, like, your left side is gay?” Juliet asked in confusion.
Kim stifled an awkward laugh, “I mean I like both. I’m bi.”
Juliet took a moment to take that all in, the gears moving in her head.
“Kimberly,” was all she could say.
“Yep,” Kim took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She could do this, she was
almost there already. “And I think I really like you Juliet, a lot.”
“‘Like’ like, or like ‘like’?”
Kim leaned in and planted a quick peck on Juliet’s lips, “Like that,”
“I think I like that,” Juliet snuck a quick kiss back, flush with relief,
“You’ve no idea how hard it was to talk to you. You’re really pretty Kimberly,
I’m just a blonde with big boobs.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself Juliet. You’re cute, and I’m jealous of your
boobs. Seriously, you rock that cheerleader outfit.”
Juliet blushed, clearly not happy with how topheavy she was.
Their terrible attempts at flirting were interrupted by the sounds of countless
dead throats groaning in a discordant choir of the damned. Zombies, hundreds of
them, were staggering in slowly from every direction and had trapped the two
spellbound love-hounds in the hallway.
As the zombie hordes shambled closer Kim pulled a folded clever-like blade out
of her gym bag, a dramatic flick of her arm unfolding the four-foot sword and
snapping its segments into place.
Juliet kicked open her locker and yanked out a 6-foot long pink chainsaw, which
roared to life in her hands.
“By the way I’ve got a dick.” Kim shouted over the chainsaw.
“Cool. Wanna’ go make out after this?”
“It’s a date.”
***
Kim and Juliet sat on Kim’s bed, enjoying the sounds of the city as the evening
rolled it. The scent of jasmine filled the air, and a cool breeze played across
their skin. It felt like a second chance to do the previous day right, no
misunderstandings or tears, and no secret swordfights.
Kim snuggled up against Juliet’s back, wrapping her arms around the older girl
and planting a tender kiss on the back of her neck. “I almost let you slip
away, Jules. It would have been so easy yesterday to let you go, but I’m not
that kind of girl.”
“I trust I was worth it, Kimberly.” Juliet entwined her fingers with Kim’s,
“Now the whole school will think you’re a filthy carpet muncher.”
“Let them,” Kim chuckled, “I”ll be the one laughing when I steal all their
boyfriends.”
Juliet faked a shocked gasp, “Oh Kimberly, you’re such a wicked devil.”
Kim grinned mischievously, as she gave Juliet’s breasts a playful squeeze
through the fabric of her blouse and heavy-duty bra. “Boys are wonderful, but
they don't have these dirty pillows.”
Juliet half-turned to face Kim, flustered and blushing. “My boobs aren't a big
deal.”
“They're certainly big, Jules.” She continued kissing, stifling a laugh.
“Speaking of big, is that the fabled Kimberly cock I feel drilling into my
spine?”
“Mmm, maybe?” Kim answered coyly, letting her kisses do the talking, “And what
if it was?”
“Just promise you’ll go gentle up in my special princess place.”
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