Kim Possible Porn Story: Time Out Chapter 1

Kim Possible Porn Story: Time Out Chapter 1

Time Out

A Kim Possible Fanfic

By Ken-Zero

Disclaimer: Kim Possible, and everything related thereof, is trademarked to Disney. As such, they own everything. Im taking another playtime in the sandbox.

Pre-note: Ideally, this will begin as a sort of series of short stories, almost vignettes, and will quite probably develop into something longer as time goes on. It is also a slight alternate universe right now, with a similarly good chance of growing into a greater one. Enjoy.

Chapter 1: Triple Ticker

Kermit, eat your heart out, thought Shego.

The reason for her smug mental tone lay in the fact that she was tucked safely away in a temporary safe-house, her one guilty pleasurea high-powered sun lampbeaming down from a scant few feet over her reclining self, while she lightly dozed and replayed the events of two nights ago in her mind.

The remark also stemmed from the fact that she somewhat shared the muppet frogs coloration; the harsh yellowed light of the lamp, though, rendered the greenish hue of her skin all but undetectable. Her long, black-as-night hair hung over the back of her chair, helping stretch herself out and remove the kinks and soreness brought on by heavy physical exertion from those same two nights ago. In contrariness to the oft-quoted lament of the muppet frog in question, Shego found it quite easy being green right then.

She adjusted the sunglasses shading her eyes from the lamp, letting them rest more comfortably on her nose, and allowed her eyes to slide closed again. She almost hated to continue her line of thoughtafter all, who liked to admit to having lost a fight?but there was justsomething about her subject matter that demanded her undivided attention.

Two nights ago, Shego had barely escaped with her life as a large, castle-like building had practically exploded all around her, dragging her new employer out by the collar of his single-piece lab coat. Shed then spent the next day tracking down an errant piece of technology made missing by the same force that had taken out that first building. Getting it back had involved traveling to a seemingly mild-mannered suburb in Colorado and following the same person whod stolen that techno-tick in the first place, first as she escaped from a local high school, and then as she drove on her friends scooter through the citys streets until arriving at a nearby fast-food joint.

The fight that had followedShego felt a smile work its way onto her face. The fight that had followed had been nothing short of awesome. Sure, that red-haired girl had seemed a bit young to be their target, but given how she had deftly managed to avoid serious injury from Shegos own assaults meant that the black-haired woman had had to put in more effort into one of the few things she truly enjoyed doingand not even being sat on by some eight-foot-tall high school basketball wannabe was enough to diminish that sense of excitement.

Hell, she thought. Even getting arrested and breaking free didnt bother me.

She went over the first part of their fight, too, from when she and her boss, Doctor Drakken, had first captured the girl and her blond-haired partner, and had gone on to implement the next step of Drakkens hare-brained schemeonly to havewhat was her name? Oh, rightKim Possiblereappear, miraculously unharmed, in spite of having been dunked in a tank containing a pair of hungry sharks. Shego had to grin at how the girl had managed to annoy Drakken even while tied up and hanging over said tank, staring certain doom in the face. That took guts, and a cool head under pressureboth of which were traits for which Shego couldnt help but feel glimmers of respect.

Shego shook her head. The kid had managed to get a compact mirror, of all things, in the path of Drakkens automated laser blaster defenses, turning each shot back on itself or redirecting them into the various consoles and equipment banks. Small wonder, then, that the lair had exploded.

Shortly after escaping the custody of the police, Shego and Drakken had gone to a sort of main base, a place in which Drakken usually hatched his plans; it would usually take him about a week to set up one of his industrial-grade field lairs and fill it with the equipment he needed to carry out the idea of the week. That same main lair was where she currently was, sunning and indulging in some idle reflection while she had the chance.

A thought struck her just then, and she hauled herself up and out of the chair, flipping the switch to power off the sun lamp. She smirked a little when the lights in the rest of the lair flickered as the power usage rebalanced itself, but let it be for the moment. Instead she sauntered over to one of the myriad of computers that basically lined the bases walls, calling up one of the mapping programs her boss had taught her how to use when she first started working for him. Narrowing the search range to Colorado, she put in the last name and got exactly one result.

Middletononly a couple miles from that high school from yesterday. On another hunch, she opened a search engine and put Kims name in, if only to see what other people might have said about her.

Interestingly, the first link went to the girls own website. Shego followed it through as much as she could stomach. Holy crapthe girls a freakin saint. There was a longand growing, if her guess was rightlist of accomplishments, but they were for the kinds of deeds Shego hadnt heard about for years: pulling cats out of trees, doing grocery runs for the elderly, babysitting It was towards the bottom of the list that things got interestingat least, in Shegos opinion.

Only about a dozen items from the bottom, she spotted a citation from the owner of an extensive collection of Cuddle Buddies, of all things. The line item read Saved Mr. McHenry from accidental laser security grid activation. It was after this one that things really started to pick up for her, it seemed, culminating in Saved the world from weirdo mad scientist Dr. Drakkens exploding ticks at second-from-the-bottom.

Shego glanced at the last item and snorted. It read, Rescued Mrs. Cooleys cat from the tree (time number 212). That settles itshe needs a reality check.

She shut off the terminal and marched off to her room. Once inside she shucked off the rather skimpy swimsuit shed been wearing under the lamp and reached for her signature catsuitand stopped halfway. Wearing the suit would mean she meant businessand while she was definitely going to give that Kimmie girl a good talking-to, Shego wasnt sure she wanted another fight.

She tossed the catsuit away, reaching instead into her closet for something morecasual.

Kimberly Ann Possible, high school freshman and newly-dubbed world savior by a grateful Middleton Police Department, sighed loudly as she flopped onto her bed. Why does there have to be school tomorrow? she whined in her head.

Shed only gotten a couple of hours of rest two nights ago; the adrenaline rush from penetrating a mad scientists lair, duking it out with said mad scientists sidekick, being captured, escaping, and getting out of the lair after somehow managing to get it to blow up hadnt left her system for hours, and even after getting home at just before midnightno need to upset her parents, after allshe hadnt been able to close her eyes for another four hours.

Then, just last night shed fought them off again, this time while avoiding having a small bomb explode while it was still attached to her nose. That had been anotherexcitingevent.

Two days of little rest, though, had caught up with her, which was why the digital clock next to her bed read merely a quarter after nine and yet she was in her pajamas and almost ready to pass out.

She climbed under the covers and flicked off the light. As she closed her eyes, though, she couldnt help but run back over the fights with Shego, the black-haired martial artist with whom Kim had battled twice now.

She remembered the feeling of awe when first watching that security tape from Professor Acaris lab camera; Kims second thought at the time had been, I wonder if I move like that. She’d spoken her first thought out loud.

When Wade had gotten more information on her, Kim had been somewhat impressed at the implied rap sheet the villainess had; eleven countries with warrants for her arrest was no mean feat, she figured. And then, when first theyd fought in the Bueno Nacho yesterday, Shego had scared the crap out of her when shed donesomething with her hands, making them light up with a corona of green energy, the shade of which wasnt all that far off from her skin tone.

Kim knew shed had more than a few close calls with those dangerous hands; she had an uneven section of hair where Shegos swipe had barely missed contact with Kims head. Still, the fight itself had been

Amazing.

It was the only word that could apply in this sitch, and Kim knew it; finally shed found someone she could fight with and not lose every time, like when she used to practice with her teachers.

She had been a little disappointed when Big Mike simply sat on Shego, but with the tick-bomb on her nose beeping away like a merry little chime of impending destruction, she wouldnt have had the time to fully enjoy it anyway.

So instead, Kim spent the next few minutes thinking over the fight again and again, and wondering if shed end up encountering the dangerous duo any time soon.

It was to that set of thoughts that Kim fell asleep, and thus she did not hear the window to her room being forced open. The heavy wooden frame ground against its track, but the windows progress was so slow that the noise remained quiet, and Kims sleep remained undisturbed.

A few minutes later, when the window was fully open, a person-shaped silhouette pulled itself up and through; when it stood on the floor it reached back and drew the drapes closed. A chance beam of moonlight illuminated Shegos features, but she was still facing away from Kim, so she didnt even slow down in her task.

Once she was satisfied that seeing into the room would be difficult at best, she stepped lightly over to the bed, flinching when one of the floorboards creaked; still, the noise didnt awaken her sleeping target, so she proceeded with her plan. She pulled the girls rolling chair over, turned it backwards, and sat on it, crossing her arms over the seat back and settling her chin where her arms met.

Twelve minutes, she muttered to herself. Thats it. It took you twelve minutes to blow up that stinkin lair. Shaking her head, she settled in to just stare at Kim for a second.

There was no denying it; Shego, herself not even old enough to drink (not that that had stopped her the few times she had wanted to), had been handled by a little slip of a girland boy, was she girly, Shego noticed, when she took the time to scan around Kims room. Everything about it seemed fairly typical for a high school freshmen.

Gah, thats rightshes only fourteen! And if she fights like she does nowShego felt a shiver of anticipation, as well as the faintest stirring of dread. God help me if shes still doing this when shes my age.

Shego couldnt help but grin ruefully as she watched Kim sleep; she herself had been in this exact situation before. Once just as young, nave, and assured of her righteousness as Kim seemed to be, Shego had learned her lessons after only a couple of years of being a costumed heroine along with her brothers.

She shook her head again. While the prospect of tangling with a Kim Possible who was a little older, a little wiser, a little wilier, and a lot more experienced was actually exciting to her, she really wanted to nip this novice heroism stuff in the budit would save both Kim and herself a lot of grief down the road, she was sure, but probably more for her than Kim.

Having so decided, she sought out paper and pen, scribbling a brief note before placing the pen back where shed found it. A mischievous grin appeared on her face and she laid the paper so it bridged the tip of Kims nose and her forehead, before blowing the girl a noisy kiss and hurrying back out the window.

That may not have been as face-to-face as I wantedbut damn, it was fun!

A noise disturbed Kims slumber, and she shifted a little, but when it failed to repeat itself she settled back down.

That is, she settled down until the incessant feeling of something tickling her nose brought her back to wakefulness. Groaning, she swiped a hand at her face to get rid of the offending sensation. She was about to roll over when the sound the object made registered to her sleepy mind, and she sat up, blinking confusedly in the dark. She found the piece of paper next to her pillow, where it had landed. She picked it up, a bit creeped out both at the fact that someone had deposited it on her face and that they had done so at after two in the morning.

She turned it over and discovered writing on one side. Hey, it read, today might have been fun, and you might have ended it with a W, but you better quit while youre aheadAfter all, one day you might lose, and then

The note terminated with a crudely drawn skull-and-crossbones, and in place of a signature was a heart hastily filled in with a black ball-point pen. The incongruousness of the images was unsettlingbut what was even more so was that someone had managed to slip in and deposit it on her face without waking her.

She shuddered at the creepiness of the sitchbut in an effort to ward off any more night-time visitors, she slipped out of bed and shut and locked the window. Crawling back under her covers, she tried to put the note out of her mind. After all, there was still school tomorrow, and if she was less than her best Bonnie would jump on it as soon as she could.

Thoughts of the tanned girl sparked Kim usual feelings of competition, and she spent the next half-hour dreaming up ways of one-upping Bonnieuntil she fell completely asleep again.

A/N: Welcome, one and all, to another story. Yeah, another one I wont update but once in a blue moon. Hopefully thats not going to be the case; ysee, all these are going to be shorter chapters, almost vignettes, as I said above. Each, at least for now, will focus on the aftermath/behind-the-scenes events of an episode, and you should be able to make the connection with which episode Im talking about based on the chapter title.

Also, this is a challenge response to an older challenge on the KP Slash Haven boards. Come one, come all; its a fun place.

Also as I said above (and I really should stop starting paragraphs with also), this will most probably diverge from the series into a slight AU as time goes on, so I do hope youll bear with me on that.

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