Kim Possible Porn Story: Tiger In Law Chapter 2

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“Why
do you want her driver’s license number? How would I even know that
information?” Shego shrugged.

“Hey,
if she’s a villainess, you may want that info. Also, you can look up
her record online,” Drakken rolled his eyes. He knew Protective
Shego was going to visit at some time, but still. He was a grown man;
he could look after himself.

He
glanced over at his partner.

“What’s
the website? For curiosity’s sake,” he said sheepishly. She
straightened his navy blue tie.

“Come
on, killer,” she teased.

Shego
had worn a simple yet flattering emerald dress with slits to her
knees. Drakken had sprung for a simple black suit and white button-up
shirt. They walked into the Bermuda Triangle.

“Do
you have a reservation?” The hostess asked a young woman with a
knee length black dress. Her long blonde hair was twisted into a
complicated bun. She turned as they came in and Drakken saw her doe
brown eyes.

“What
are you doing here, Golden Arrow?” Shego said in the surprised
way when friends meet unexpectedly. They embraced.

“You’re
not going to be happy,” she grumbled. She turned back to the
hostess, “Yes. 5 for…Drewbie,” Shego raised an eyebrow.
Golden Arrow shook her head. The hostess picked up five menus.

“This
way, please.”

Drakken
trailed behind the two women, a little confused. The reservation was
for five? But it was only him, Shego, Charlotte, and Artemis.

“You
look like Tigress got to you,” Shego commented, glancing down as
the girl awkwardly wobbled on high heels.

“Oh
yeah, but my main concern is keeping you alive. We got two women out
for blood tonight; right now Tigress is pitching a royal tiger fit
and Miss Mistress is trying to calm both her and herself down enough
to make it through dinner,” Shego spun to face Drakken.

“You
said your Charlotte was not Miss Mistress!” She exclaimed.

“I
never said that!” He insisted.

“Here
you are,” the hostess spread the menus out around the round
table. Golden Arrow sat on Shego’s right and Drakken sat on her left.

“I
don’t see what the big deal is,” he murmured. Golden Arrow and
Shego looked at him disbelievingly.

“She
was my worst enemy,” Shego said. Drakken furrowed his eyebrow.

“I
thought that was the bird guy,” they both snorted.

“No,
you’re thinking of Hego’s decided arch enemy. No, my worst enemies
are Tigress and then Miss Mistress. They made my life he-“

“They’re
coming,” Golden Arrow said, standing up. Shego followed, and
then Drakken.

Drakken’s
heart swelled as he saw Charlotte. She was in a sleek blue dress with
white gloves. She was chiding someone behind her and looked rather
upset. She turned and saw him. Her frown turned into a smile.

She
moved out of the way and Drakken’s eyes widened. She had brought her
tigress; he could clearly see the orange and black striped fur, the
cattish features, and especially the tail whipping irritably back and
forth from underneath the hem of the dress. But she was human-like in
almost every other way; she stood on two legs and her shape was
primarily humanoid. Her fiery red hair was pulled up like her
sister’s, but her brown eyes showed no white, darting between Shego
and Drakken with an intense hatred. Her black dress was sleeveless
and was just long enough to not be considered absolutely
inappropriate. She stormed gracefully towards the table in impossibly
high heels, a black choker with a crescent moon around her neck. He
thought wryly about how it looked like a collar.

“I
see you’ve already met Artemis,” Miss Mistress rested her hand
on his shoulder. They kissed. A growl ripped from Tigress’s throat.
Mistress shot her a glare.

“And
I see you brought your “tigress”,” Drakken teased.
Miss Mistress smiled sheepishly.

“I’m
sorry I didn’t tell you the…full truth. But to be fair, you weren’t
telling me the full truth, either,” she gave a meaningful glance
at Shego. Shego straightened a little.

“Miss
Mistress,” she said cautiously. She turned to her.

“Cego,
you…” Miss Mistress began, but seemed to be at a loss for
words, or was choosing them wisely. She looked Shego up and down a
couple of times. The stiff silence wore on and Miss Mistress finally
surrendered to the old reliable, “You’ve grown.”

“It
has been awhile,” Shego emphasized. They stood awkwardly
watching each other for a moment.

Drakken
glanced between the two women, unsure of how to take their
interaction. Was it better than it had been however many years ago
when Shego had been a teenaged superheroine, or was it worse now?
Past a surface of loathing, he had no idea how they felt towards each
other. He had been careful to avoid the tigress’s eyes, boring
through him.

“This
is what you promised to marry?” She hissed.

“Hilary…”
Miss Mistress warned. Drakken managed to lift his eyes, not all the
way to hers, but he at least made it to her face.

“You
must be Hilary,” he said. She snorted.

“Wow,
he’s a bright one. So few people state the obvious nowadays,”
she held out her hand, “FYI, it’s Tigress.”

Drakken
took her hand and shook it. Her fingers curled, her sharp nails
digging into his skin. He winced, but didn’t say anything. They dug
in harder and a whimper came out of his throat.

“Enough,”
Miss Mistress said firmly, positioning herself between Tigress and
Drakken. Tigress gave a long murdering glare, and then settled for
the seat between her mother and sister.

“I’m
sorry about Hilary,” Miss Mistress immediately apologized,
“She’s not fond of surprises.”

“Looks
like Jail Bait brought his little law whore along,” Tigress
growled. Shego smirked.

“Just
wouldn’t be a horrible evening without you, would it?” She joked
bitterly.

“I
could say the same for you.”

“I
wish you would’ve just stayed in your little cat cave.”

“I
wish you were dead.”

“I
wish Drakken had never fallen in love with Miss Mistress!”

“I
wish you had never been born!”

“I
don’t know about y’all, but I’m starving,” Golden Arrow
intervened. Tigress and Shego gave each other glares, but turned to
the menus.

What
are you going to get, Drew? Charlotte asked. Drakken gave her a
bewildered look.

Youre
just going to ignore that? She looked questioning at him.

They
arent diving for each others throats yet. I consider that a
major show of cordiality between them, Shego, Tigress, and Golden
Arrow all laughed bitterly at this and Miss Mistress smiled. Seemed
like a joke he wasnt in on.

There
was a stiff silence as they decided what they were going to order.
Drakken could clearly see the alliances, divided like two divorcees
and their children going into a marriage. Golden Arrow seemed to be
between the two sides, friends with Shego yet daughter of Miss
Mistress. She carefully watched Shego and Tigress over her menu.

The
waitress returned, looking a bit surprised at the tables new
occupants. She quickly regained her bearings.

What
would you all like to drink? She asked.

Water
for me, Golden Arrow said with a smile.

Ditto,
Shego said. She jerked her thumb towards Tigress, A milk for the
kitty, she growled.

Ignore
her, Tigress seethed, Miller Light, she looked at Drakken as
though trying to see his reaction. He was careful, hoping not to show
the wrong emotion.

Mistress
ordered a water as well, while Drakken ordered a Pepsi. Tigresss
eyes did not leave him as they waited for their beverages. Drakken
squirmed underneath them like amoeba under a microscope.

Why
are you staring at me? He asked. She smirked.

Why
not? A low rumble that sounded almost like a laugh gurgled in her
throat, Does it make you nervous?

No,
he insisted. Charlotte looked curiously at him, but didnt say
anything.

Tigress
continued her intimidating stare until the drinks were brought. Her
gaze broke long enough to pick up the glass and take a sip.

“So,
Cego, do you see your brothers often?” Charlotte asked, avoiding
eye contact. Tigress gave a degrading snort.

“Oh
yeah, they have reunion missions periodically, right?” A sick
smile crept onto her lips. Shego grit her teeth.

“Twice,
and that was after three years of being separated. It’s only because
they’re too pathetic to stand up against those who are trying to make
a comeback,” she looked pointedly at Tigress.

“Then
why do you continue to wear your old uniform?”

“Why
not? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but suits of this durability are
pretty hard to come by, and rather expensive,” Shego flexed her
fingers as though feeling uncomfortable without gloves over them.
Charlotte looked dubiously at Shego, and decided not to press the
subject.

The
waitress came back and they all placed their orders. Drakken felt
like he had made a huge mistake as he caught Tigress’s eye again.

“Prime
rib,” she stated, holding Drakken’s gaze. That sickening smile
came onto her face, “Don’t bother cooking it. I like my meat
raw,” Drakken’s stomach dropped as a scream rose in his
throat. He stifled it, but couldn’t stop his shaking hands.

Charlotte
rested her hand on top of his.

“Are
you all right?” She asked. He gave a small nod as Tigress’s
burning eyes refused to even so much as blink.

“Yes,”
he breathed, “Just a littlecold is all.”

“Didn’t
your mother ever teach you it’s not polite to stare?” Shego said
icily, noticing the real reason behind Drakken’s turmoil. Charlotte
fixed her eyes on Shego with a stony glare. Shego shrank back as she
realized her blunder, “Oops, sorry. Knee-jerk statement.”

The
evening was filled with a smorgasbord of awkward, tense, and
terrifying moments. Drakken had never seen Charlotte act so resentful
towards anyone. Shego may not have been a role model citizen, but he
was sure that she had never done anything to deserve the acidic
glances and occasional passive-aggressive remarks. She had never
acted anywhere near this mean to anyone in front of him, and even he
could tell Shego was about one sentence away from being shot by Miss
Mistress. Tigress was much more outgoing of her loathing; she fed
more off of his fear and Shego’s hatred of her than her
straight-off-the-cow dinner. Shego grit her teeth, clenched her
fists, and endured the rude comments from Tigress like a student who
couldn’t afford to get into trouble one more time and the school
bully knew it. Golden Arrow tried to alleviate the tension, making
jokes if the conversation (as it undoubtedly did) turned towards the
not-too-distant past. She attempted to divert attention from the
rivalry, calm everyone down, defend Shego and kept on Tigress about
“not scaring the blue fianc away”.

She
had quickly become one of his favorite people.

Finally,
after the check was fought over and paid for by Charlotte (pure
manliness mocking fodder for Tigress), they headed outside. At least
the night was beautiful, Drakken thought, seeing no other silver
lining. Charlotte gave him an exhausted smile.

“Well,
it appears that mountain has been climbed. The awkward first
meeting,” she rubbed his shoulder, “I’m sure Tigress will
warm up to you once you get to know her,” he seriously
doubted that.

“Like
how you will warm up to Shego?” He asked. She bit her lip.

“Yes,
I suppose I must,” her tone was borderline bitter. She kissed
him on the cheek, “Shall we discuss Phase 2?”

“Phase
2?” Drakken asked. She glanced away.

“Moving
in together.”

“Oh.
Well I’m a bit old-fashioned”

“As
am I, but I believe we should test this,” he smirked.

“You
mean all coexist without trying to kill each other?”

“Precisely.”

“There’s
one,” Golden Arrow murmured as Tigress walked out the door,
looking completely at ease. She glanced innocently at Golden Arrow’s
probing eyes.

“What?”

“You
know exactly “what”. Where’s Shego?”

“What
am I, her keeper?” Tigress shrugged, “I went into the
bathroom after her, but I didn’t see her come out.”

There
was a pause and then Drakken let out a low whimper.

“You
killed her, didn’t you?” He said mournfully. Golden Arrow shook
her head.

“Not
even Tigress could kill and stash a body that fast,” she said,
trying to be reassuring. Tigress frowned, as though put off at the
lack of faith in her execution skills.

The
door flew open a second time and Shego stormed out, noticeably
soaked. Her hair was especially wet, looking like a mop as she
flipped it out of her face.

“How
juvenile was that?! Seriously, like middle school, elementary
maybe?!” She screeched. Tigress snickered.

“Aw,
come on, Shego. You’re just mad I snuck up on you like that,”
she purred.

“You
knocked open my stall door and shoved my head in the toilet!”
Tigress’s playful expression suddenly turned very seriously.

“I’m
just getting warmed up,” she growled.

Drakken
exchanged glances with Miss Mistress. They wanted to put these two in
the same lair? With weapons and opportunities galore? Then
again, if they were getting married, it was only a matter of time.

“When
shall we move in?” He inquired.

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