Kim Possible Porn Story: Tiger In Law Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I own who I
own, which are the ones you don’t see in the show. Hopefully Disney
knows its own characters.

December
11, 1985

I’m
glad I’m in Africa instead of Go City for the winter. I’m sure it’s
freezing by now. Deroga is being secretive about something. I’m
trying to learn from the other men what he is planning, but they are
excluding me lately. Some natural exclusion is expected from me being
a woman, but so much is unusual.

Mateo
invited me to dinner at his home. This is monumental for our
research. Never before have any of us been able to have contact with
an infant kitten. Not really an infant; Jezebel’s second is about six
months. First child under the age of six, then.

I’m
excited of my acceptance into the community. Though it’s still ideal
to be accompanied by one of them, I can come and go without
suspicion. A few even greeted me as I went through the culegere with
Mateo. I can’t ever feel comfortable around anyone except for Mateo’s
family, however. Confidence could get me killed.

We
were stopped by the ovejas. Zudora and Azura were glad to see
me…metaphorically. Mateo told them of our plans, and they said they
would leave us be.

“However,
Mateo,” Zudora warned, “I see the end. Soon. We must cut
off our connection with the ceuxchauve, perhaps even…” she
trailed off. I bowed my head submissively and Mateo sent a
questioning glance towards me.

“Oh,
no. Zudora wasn’t talking about her. Charlotte is safe,” Azura
assured him. Mateo nodded in an of-course-I’m-right manner. Azura was
quiet and then spoke again, “Your girls are going to be
essential to our survival, Tigrese especially. I don’t see what her
destiny will be, but she is going to have a hard life. Celeste will
make her strong enough to endure, though.” We thanked them and
continued. After meeting Tigrese, though, I can tell she is special.

The
smell of something burning caused Mateo and I to rush inside. There,
kneeling by the hearth, was Jezebel with a stone slab of burnt meat.
She frowned as she looked at me and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Stop
it,” she commanded.

“Oh,
Jezzie, you didn’t have to.”

“I
did, and I set it on fire,” she grumbled, not used to being
imperfect.

“I
like my meat well done, anyway,” I assured her. Mateo kneeled
down and kissed his wife.

“Where
are the girls?” He purred.

“Playing
in the spare sala. Everyone else’s
dinner is ready,” Jezebel stood up and went to the sepen.

Mateo
accompanied me into the spare room. Celeste was growling, down on her
hands and knees, batting at a small kitten the size of a Chihuahua.
The kitten had the same red-orange pelt as her mother and sister, her
fire red hair barely an inch long. Her paws had not yet separated
into fingers or toes, her tail whipping excitedly as she danced
around her older sister. Celeste scented me and stood up. She
grinned.

“Charlotte,”
she greeted me warmly. The kitten batted at Celeste’s feet, mewing
questioningly, and then noticed me.

She
stalked towards me very deliberately. I crouched down and slowly
offered my hand. I looked at Mateo and he nodded his head
approvingly. She sniffed my hand, glared at me, and then growled. I
laughed; it wasn’t the low growl of the older ones, more in the
“purr” category. This only further angered her and it
turned into a high pitched squeal of rage. Celeste laughed, scooping
her up and purring to soothe her.

“All
right,” Jezebel called. I followed them back into the hearth
sala. Jezebel had saved my…I’m not sure what meat it was, by
scraping off the burnt sections.

I
sat a fair distance away. Mateo and Jezebel brushed against each
other, and Celeste near her mother’s side but not as close. They
watched amused as Tigrese stalked around me, pounced on me, chewed on
my necklace, and tugged on my sleeve as I attempted to eat. She let
it be known that she was boss and that I was an outsider.

Oh…I
was so scared at one point. Tigrese had sunken her fangs into my hand
and I had snarled, ripping my hand away. Next thing I knew, Jezebel
was lunging towards me, Celeste on her feet. I thought for sure I had
acted wrong; a mother’s instinct to protect her kitten overpowered
her sense. She would tear me apart in seconds without hesitence.
However, it wasn’t me she was admonishing. Tigrese yelped as Jezebel
bowled her over. She gave a warning growl and Tigrese went to go sulk
by her sister. Eventually, they accepted her again.

I
watched them and realized how badly I wanted my own family. Exactly
like theirs, with a loving husband and two beautiful daughters. It
became painful to watch and even now, back at the camp, I feel an
ache in my chest. I know I will not settle for anyone less than Mr.
Perfect.

Twenty-Two
Years Later

“Single Blue Male
Looking for Life Partner. 42. Intelligent, funny, very evil. Contact
me at ,” Shego glanced up at her
boss, “You put this in print?”

“Yes. It doesn’t
quite cover all my assets, but there was a word limit,” Shego
swallowed the bile rising in her throat. Drakken looked innocently at
her, “Did I say something wrong?”

“Let’s start off with
the fact that you’re posting a personal ad in a villain magazine.
That alone screams how desperate you are. Do you know the meaning of
“life partner”?”

“A person you want to
spend the rest of your life with,” Drakken said
matter-of-factly. Shego sighed.

“Just so you aren’t
surprised when you get strange e-mails… According to the latest
slang, “life partner” suggests you’re looking for someone
of your own sex,” Drakken’s eyes widened. Shego laughed, “Yeah,
exactly,” Drakken bristled.

“You’re the one who
told me to get a girlfriend!”

“Did I suggest this
method?” She held up her Villain’s Digest. She shook her head,
“I reeeeally don’t want to intervene in your love life, Dr. D,
but desperate men call for women who know what they’re doing.”

“When’s the last time
YOU had a boyfriend?”

“That’s none of your
business,”
Shego sighed, “This is not the way to get an even decent date,
nonetheless a lifetime companion. Now, I’m pretty sure one of my
friends knows someone
your own age, I’ll call them up, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla,”
Drakken tuned Shego out. He had a good feeling about this.

&&&

Well,
Shego was right about the strange e-mails, he thought dismally. A
month had passed and the only e-mails he had received were from his
friends teasing him about his “life partner” or honest
e-mails from other men.

He
had given up all hope when an e-mail came up from a “Charlotte
Mistress”. The first name sounded very promising. He opened it
up.

Dear
Sir (since you did not care to give your name),

I’m
replying to the personal ad you placed in the last issue of Villain’s
Digest. I’m sorry I haven’t replied sooner; I’ve been traveling
abroad and also, frankly, wasn’t sure how to begin.

I
know you said you’re looking for a life partner, but I’m taking the
risk anyway. You sound like a fascinating man. I am a 40-year-old
woman originally from Russia. I have a daughter, Artemis, who is 22.
I also have a young Bengal tigress named Hilary.

Drakken
read the line five times before it sank in. This woman, Charlotte,
owned a tiger. Drakken shook his head. His henchgirl had glowing
green hands. He wasn’t in a position to judge.

I
am also an entrepreneur. I dabble in different business networks,
investing and so. I know, nothing worse than an independent
40-year-old virgin with baggage. If you haven’t already run, I’d love
to hear from you.

-Charlotte

Drakken
immediately began on his reply.

Dear
Charlotte,

I
am Drew Lipsky, AKA: Dr. Drakken. Perhaps you’ve heard of me? I am an
evil scientist bent on world conquest with a lair and a female lair
mate/hench girl the same age as your daughter. How’s that for chasing
someone away?

I
find nothing wrong with an independent 40-year-old virgin with
baggage. I’m a 42-year-old virgin.

That
sounds stupid, Drakken thought. She probably thinks you’re pathetic.
His finger hovered over the “delete” key, but then he
withdrew. This was him, wasn’t it? Did he want her to fall in love
with someone that he wasn’t? He pressed the “send” button
before he lost his nerve.

A
reply came within ten minutes.

That
makes me feel better. It seems nowadays men don’t wait for marriage.
And I have heard of you. As a side note, it’s going to take a lot
more than that to chase me away ;)

The
e-mails turned into instant messaging a short time later. A month and
a half of IM everyday built a strange intimacy between the two. And
then, one day, the big question came up.

Charlotte
Mistress: It’s
been six weeks.

Krackalackindrakken:
It has, hasn’t it?

Charlotte
Mistress:
Don’t you think it’s about time we met in person? Despite the law of
“never meet people you know only online in person”, lol.

Drakken
hesitated. It wasn’t her; he trusted her oddly enough. It was him.
What if she didn’t think he was handsome? What if he repulsed this
wonderful woman away just because of his looks?

Charlotte
Mistress:
…still there?

Krackalackindrakken:
Yeah, just thinking.

He
took a deep breath.

Krackalackindrakken:
When and where?

Charlotte
Mistress:
Actually, I’m in Venice on business right now.

He
didn’t even pause.

Krackalackindrakken:
When?

There
was a few minutes wait. Drakken’s heart pounded as he prayed for the
next message to come. Just when he was about to go back to watching
the latest thing from The Onion, there was a blip noise. He eagerly
pulled up the window.

Charlotte
Mistress:
Sorry, I had to get my scheduler. Friday afternoon is open. I know
this quaint little cafe by a canal.

Krackalackindrakken:
Sounds great. What time?

Charlotte
Mistress:
Five work for you?

Krackalackindrakken:
It’s a date ;)

“SHEGO!”

“I’m
right here,” she muttered, rubbing at her injured ear drum.
Drakken signed out of messenger with a quick “see ya on Friday”.

“I
need you to look after the lair while I’m gone on Friday,” Shego
chuckled and plugged her nose.

“Are
you going to be chatting with hot babes online all day?” She
asked nasally like Pip from Napoleon Dynamite.

“No-o.
I’m going on a date with the lovely Charlotte in Venice, Italy,”
Shego’s eyebrows raised.

“Really?”

“Real-ly.”

“Okay,
stop with the two syllable emphasis.”

There
was a small smile on Shego’s lips. It caused Drakken to smile. That
was all Shego was going to say about this… for right now, anyway.

&&&

The
sun gleamed off of the Mediterrean sea like stained glass. Or, at
least the water from the Mediterrean sea, he corrected himself. He
had always wanted to go to Venice, Italy; the city “floating”
on the water. The gondala guider driver person stuck the pole into
the canal and pushed off, the small boat gliding with an incomparable
grace. They approached a corner of a block with an outdoor cafe. The
gondala stopped at the cafe. Drakken’s heart beat wildly.

“Signore,
I believe this is your stop,” he told him.

The
sunlight glinted off the hair of a radiant brunette, her hands in her
lap. She glanced casually around. Her piercing sapphire eyes met his.
Drakken stood up. Was this Charlotte? He went to step up onto the
street.

His
foot missed and he slipped into the canal. It wasn’t that deep and he
came up quickly, flushing a strange shade of purple.

A
white gloved hand was extended down to him. He sheepishly took it.

“Are
you all right?” The brunette asked, helping him out. She had a
heavy Russian accent.

“Yeah,”
he grumbled. She smiled and laughed, and he laughed too, as he
squeezed some water out of his sleeves.

“Drew?”
She asked. His eyes lit up.

“Charlotte!”

He
looked at her with new eyes. Her brown hair was complimented with
natural highlights, and those piercing sapphire eyes were breath
taking. Her figure was perfect, Barbie doll perfection, with lovely
feminine curves. Her navy blue business suit fit her as though
tailored specifically for her; a blazer, a skirt, and a white blouse.
She wore nylons with black heels, her skin having a healthy glow. On
her right cheek was a red scar, the same size and curve as his.

“Miss
Mistress?” He questioned. It was her turn to be sheepish.

“Yes,”
she admitted.

“…Wow,”
Was all he could say about that, and about her. She was so, so
amazing. He felt like he was going to wake up at any minute.

“I,
um, have a table already,” she motioned to it. They both sat
down.

“Wow.
The
Miss Mistress. Entrepreneur, scientist and crime lordess
extraordinare,” he murmured.

“Does
that bother you?” She asked worriedly.

“No,
not at all. Hello, super villain?” He pointed at himself. She
shook her head.

“I
don’t know. Some persons are bothered,” she murmured. He glanced
at the menu.

“I
have no idea what any of this stuff says,” he admitted. She
laughed.

“Do
you mind if I order for you?”

“Be
my guest.”

The
waiter came and they had a short Italian conversation. Drakken
listened intently to her lovely accent, her subtle movements. She was
so beautiful. She turned back to him, her demeanor almost shy.
Shyness and the publicly comfortable Miss Mistress he knew of didn’t
match. Actually, it was very hard to grasp that Charlotte and Miss
Mistress were the same person. The initial awkwardness wore off
quickly and they were soon talking like old friends. He filled her in
on his latest exploits and she on hers. They discussed the latest
headlines, politics, moral issues, etc. She mentioned how beautiful
the changing leaves were in her neighborhood and he inquired as to
where she lived.

“Go
City,” she said simply. He raised half of his eyebrow.

“Go
City?”

“Never
heard of it, have you?” She asked.

“I’ve
heard of Go City,” he said, “Ever run across Team Go?”

Her
sparkling eyes transformed into a raging storm the second he ended
“team” and began to say “go”. She
looked…intimidating. He shrank back in his seat.

“Yes.
Yes I have,” she said coldly, sealing the subject. The storm
passed. She set down her glass of water, “It’s the only city in
the world that has the anonymitity of a 500 population town. A lot
of…misfits find their home there,” she chose her words
carefully.

“I
passed through there once,” Drakken said, “Seems a lot like
Washington, D.C. You’d have to spend weeks in order to do it all.”

“Half
the things aren’t worth the time. I’ll have to show you around
sometime.” That was the conversation that made Drakken grateful
he hadn’t told her about Shego yet, and made him decide telling her
would have to be at the perfect, perfect time.

They
walked through Venice into the late hours of the night, when they
finally decided to go their separate ways and agreed on another date,
this time in Paris. Drakken tried not to make a sound as he slipped
in, the sun just rising.

“Drew
Theodore P. Lipsky.”

“DOODLES!”
Drakken jumped back. Shego smirked in amusement.

“What
are you doing running around in Venice into the early pre-dawn hours
with a woman named Charlotte?” She teased.

“Talking,”
Shego leaned against the wall.

“Talking?
Just talking?”

“Yeah,”
she laughed.

“I
didn’t just come out of my mother, Drewbie, or just out of elementary
school. I know what happens when a grown man and a grown woman get
together…”

“Shego,
it wasn’t like that.”

“I
know. Just messing with you,” she patted his shoulder
affectionately, “Get some shut-eye, will ya?” She began to
walk away.

“Shego?”
She paused and turned around, “Do you have any connection
to…Miss Mistress?”

Shego’s
eyes clouded the exact same way as hers had when mentioning Team Go,
except for her anger was a lot more visible than Charlotte’s. Her
teeth gritted and her hands lit up.

“Don’t
even-“

“All
right, all right, just wondering,” he said defensively. Her
hands returned to normal and she began walking towards the kitchen.
She paused and then looked at him, shocked.

“You’re
not saying that your Charlotte is
Miss Mistress, are you?”

“I
didn’t say that,” Shego eased, but still looked upset at the
mention of Miss Mistress. And he hadn’t said that Charlotte was the
same as Miss Mistress. Out loud.

Months
and months passed. Drakken and Charlotte saw each other a couple of
times every week, and spoke over the phone or IMed every day. Their
friendship blossomed into a strong, respectful relationship; not the
fantasy kind you dream of when you’re young, but the lasting
steel-strong one that you dream of when you’re older. Drakken
realized that this was it, the woman he had been waiting for. He went
to his mother’s house, took his grandmother’s engagement ring, and
called Charlotte up.

“What
are your coordinates?”

“…Drew?”

“Yes,
it’s me.”

“Why
do you want my coordinates?”

“I’m
picking you up for a surprise.”

“Where
are you?”

“Hovering
over Go City.”

“You
should be able to see my lair, then. It’s in the mountains, the one
with the earthen brown roof.”

“I
see it. Bring your parka, it’s going to be cold.”

Charlotte
came out with a thick coat on and got into Drakken’s UFO. He
blindfolded her without explaining why. They flew over the Atlantic
and talked. She shivered slightly as the air became colder.

“Drew,
where are
you going?” He grinned.

“You’ll
see,” he said slyly.

He
landed and helped her out. He positioned her.

“Are
you ready?”

“For
you to stop being so mysterious? Yes.”

“All
right. Close your eyes,” she obeyed and felt the blind fold slip
off, “Now, open them.”

Charlotte
gasped. Colors danced in the sky, mostly blues and pinks and
especially greens.

“Aurora
Borealis,” she murmured.

“Yes,”
he agreed, “My hench girl came up with the idea, actually. She
commented how romantic the northern lights were one night and
well…” Charlotte glanced over as she heard a thud. She
laughed, “Falling again?” She asked. He grinned sheepishly
as he got up off the ice, one knee bent down still. Just like their
first date, she thought dreamily. She offered her hand.

“Falling
is definitely the word,” he reached into his jacket, “I
know it should be longer until this, but I just know you’re the woman
for me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Her heart
beat as he revealed a small velvet box. After fumbling a bit, he
managed to open it to reveal a diamond ring, “Would you do me
the honor of becoming my wife?” Charlotte grinned.

“Yes.
Yes!” She exclaimed, trying not to cry. He got back up and they
embraced.

&&&

Shego
awaited eagerly for the news. She’d seen the ring, and she knew about
Drakken’s northern lights stunt. Her flames flickered as she thought
about what kind of heartless witch would turn down Dr. D.

The
door open and she lept to her feet. Drakken kept his face carefully
composed as he walked in. Shego pinned him against the wall.

“All
right, I don’t want any games. Yes or no?”

“Yes
or no what?” He said slyly, staring at the ground. She shook
him.

“YOU.
KNOW. WHAT.” She anunciated. A smile slipped from him.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

“Oh,
Dr. D!” She exclaimed, hugging him, “I’m so happy for you!”
He embraced her as well, as much as he could in her boa constrictor
grip.

“I’m
so happy, too.”

“When
do I get to meet her?”

“Next
week at the Bermuda Triangle, her and her daughter.”

“I
can’t wait!”

&&&

“Why,
Tigress? Why is it the food on my plate is so
much more appetizing than the food on your own?” Golden Arrow
asked. Tigress just grinned, her tail flicking from side to side in
amusement.

“Because
it isn’t mine,” she purred simply, popping the stolen bit of
steak into her mouth. Golden Arrow pointed her fork at her.

“I’ll
stab you the next time your thieving habits kick in, got it?”

It
had been a long time since the three of them had been together,
nonetheless sat down for a family dinner. Golden Arrow had quietly
been trying to slip out of the crime world, Tigress had been working
on her business investments, and Miss Mistress was engrossed with her
own agenda. Taking her mind off of annoying her sister for one
moment, Tigress noticed Miss Mistress’s anxiety. Golden Arrow watched
them both, wondering about the odd silence. Miss Mistress found it
the perfect time.

“Girls,
there is a reason why I called you to stay with me for a couple
weeks. There is a man…” Tigress immediately bristled. Miss
Mistress shot her a glare from across the table, “It isn’t
anything bad; certainly nothing to get your tail in a bunch over.”

“Did
you tell him everything this time?” Golden Arrow asked.
Tigress’s fork snaked towards her plate. She yowled as Golden Arrow,
without so much as looking away from Miss Mistress, drove the tines
of her fork into Tigress’s hand.

“She
warned you,” Miss Mistress said unsympathetically. She sighed,
“I’ve been painfully honest with him. The only thing I may have
not explained fully to was Tigress’s unique physique,” she
stabbed a chunk of steak, “This time, I told him I had one
daughter and a young tigress, instead of two daughters. He accepted
that well.”

“Is
he going to be one of those weird skittish ones that everytime I
move, they flinch? Or is he going to run out of the room screaming?
Or will he try to shoot me? Or maybe he’ll turn me into the ASPCA,
that’s always fun,” Tigress said blandly, finishing her meat.

“I
don’t know how he’ll react. It sounds like he’s had his share of
weirdness, though.”

“Who’s
the guy?”

“Drew.
Drew Lipsky,” Golden Arrow tensed. Tigress choked. Miss Mistress
looked at her worriedly. Tigress shook her head from side to side.

“No.
Hell no. Drop him, now,” she snarled.

“Do
you know him?”

“Of
course I do. I’m surprised you don’t.
Break it off with him!”

“Don’t
tell me what to do,” Miss Mistress growled coldly.

“Oh
no,” Golden Arrow groaned.

“Yes,
oh no. Huge
oh no. There is no way I-“

“Tigress,
it’s too late,” Golden Arrow said softly. Tigress spun around.

“What
do you mean?!”

Golden
Arrow pointed out Miss Mistress’s engagement ring. Tigress let out an
enraged snarl and stormed away, leaving her vegetables untouched on
her plate.

&&&&&&

This
is actually a story I found while going through my files. I got
through the first couple chapters, but stopped. I’m glad I did now;
it was a little awkward with the slight DS and being engaged to a
woman. Plus, I didn’t want to smash Drakken’s fragile heart like that
:( But I really liked the idea and didn’t want to give up completely
on the plotline. So, here’s the new version, with actual fiance love
and minimal Drakken heartbreak. Those who have read my previous
stories are like “oh crap, the fur is going to fly once the
sidekicks meet and find out”. Those who just picked this story
randomly are either putting the pieces together, or totally confused
by the OCs. Don’t worry, newcomers and oldcomers, the past will be
explained in the next chapter.