Kim Possible Porn Story: Confessions of a Teenage Heroine – Chapter 7

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only own my villainesses and Shego’s parents.

“What have I done, Shego? I don’t
like playing these quiet treatment games!” Hego yelled. I turned
off the jet and jumped out.

He jogged up beside me.

“You’ve been ignoring me all day,
using Mego as a messenger. Just tell me what I did wrong?”

“Something pretty bad, if Shego’s
not talking to you.”

“Shut up, Mego. No one asked for
you opinion.”

There was no need for being sneaky.
War Hawk knew we were coming, and would tell Avarius, just like how
she had told me what they were planning. It’s a nice deal that works
out as long as Avarius doesn’t figure it out, and it’s always a good
mission when you can just walk in the front door, avoid the usual
traps, let him think he’s got us, let him say his prepared monologue,
and then beat him. As routine as being a superhero can be.

“You know, you really hurt War
Hawk’s feelings yesterday and today. Yesterday was forgivable, just
your normal stupidity and boyishness, but today…today was
unforgivable,” I hissed, twisting around the laser sensers.

“War Hawk? What does War Hawk have
to do with you ignoring me?”

“It’s the girl code. If someone
hurts one of the members of the group, the whole group hates that
person until the person asks for forgiveness from the said member of
the group or the feud is forgotten and filed away, just in case it
should be brought up again.”

“Girls are weird,” Wego 1
decided.

“They have too many rules,”
Wego 2 agreed.

“So, what did I do today? Snub her
in the hall? Look at her funny?” I stopped and glared at him.

“You cannot be that stupid,”
he threw his hands in the air, passing through the sensers and
causing an annoying alarm to go off.

“IF YOU’D JUST TELL ME WHAT I DID
WRONG, MAYBE I COULD FIX IT!” He yelled over the noise.

“YOU TOLD WAR HAWK YOU’D RATHER
DIE THAN BE IN THE SAME ROOM AS HER!” I screamed.

Sparrow-rangs flew out from the walls.
I took most of them out for them, since blasting stuff and slashing
stuff were my specialties. Busy with that, I failed to realize that
War Hawk had joined us…with a croquet mallet and rage she had kept
bottled up all day.

Hego screamed like a girl. I whirled
around to see why, but only looked in time to see her swing the
mallet as hard as she could at his head as he kneeled in the praying
position. He fell to the ground, knocked out cold.

War Hawk looked at the handle of the
mallet in her hand.

“FEEL BETTER?!” I asked. She
nodded.

“YOUR BROTHER HAS A THICK SKULL!”
She yelled. We laughed, and then stopped when Mego ran up behind her
and a second round of Sparrow-rangs shot out.

To sum up a boring, unbloody fight
scene, she knocked the remainder of my brothers out with the choquet
mallet handle and then I helped her chain Hego and Mego to a conveyor
belt before letting her chain me and the twins to the wall (there was
usually segregation like that with my friends). Most sane people
would not allow this to be happening. Most sane people didn’t run
around in costumes with their family and “fight crime”,
either.

“Shouldn’t your dad be down by
now?” I asked.

“He got a case of the stomach flu.
I felt bad about cancelling, so I decided to go on and start the
scheme anyway,” I laughed.

“You just want revenge on Hego,”
she grinned sheepishly, “So why a croquet mallet?”

“Actually that wasn’t planned. I
was cleaning out the closet when the intruder alert went off and just
grabbed it…” There were moans as they started coming to.

“My chimichangas…” Hego
whimpered, his voice sounding a few octaves higher than usual. War
Hawk’s eyes went cold.

“Oh, grow up. I didn’t hit them as
hard as I could have,” she shook her head, “Boys are so
dramatic with that area. Hate to see what would happen if they got
cramps,” I laughed, nodding my agreement.

She went up to the control booth and
pressed a few buttons. The conveyor belt started to move towards a
grinding-type machine with really sharp blades.

“Um, Hego, now would be a good
time to apologize to War Hawk,” Mego said nervously.

“For what? I still don’t get what
I said wrong. All I said was that I’d rather die than be in the same
room with her. We’re kind of enemies, so that’s kind of a typical
thing to say.”

“You know what? It doesn’t matter
if we’re enemies or not, you still should have enough respect for me
as a human being not to say those kind of things out loud,” War
Hawk shook her head, “I was right behind you when you said
that,” Hego’s eyes widened.

“You were?”

“Yeah, and it makes me wonder what
else you say about me behind my back,” she cranked a knob and
the conveyor belt moved faster.

“Why don’t you just shut up before
you get us killed?!” Mego yelled.

“You don’t get the concept that
this is just a job to me, a way to earn allowance. You carry your
hero thing into all areas of your life, and you think all of us do
the same. It doesn’t matter who I am, I still have feelings.”

Well, Hego wasn’t getting the hint,
and I think War Hawk wasn’t going to let up on her revenge anytime
soon. I broke the cuffs, fell over, broke my ankle cuffs and then ran
up to the control booth.

“Give him a break. We all know he
isn’t the smart one of the Go Team,” I twisted the knob…in the
wrong direction. Aw, crap. I twisted the knob in the other direction
and it slowed down.

“Oh, come on, Shego. Just let me
decapitate him.”

“No, War Hawk. I’d be grounded for
life if I let you kill him. Just be glad you got to take a croquet
mallet to his gonads. Now, how do you shut this thing off?”

“Explosively or non-explosively?”

“Well, I know the red button’s
explosively, it always is, but I’m debating on whether I want to blow
it up. I mean, I know reconstruction is expensive, and that meat
chopper thingy looks really expensive…”

“SHEGO!!” Hego screamed as
the blades nipped at his head. War Hawk sighed, and pressed a button.
The machine whirred to a stop.

He now had a buzz cut, but besides
that and looking scared out of his mind, Hego was fine. I sighed.

“We should be having some kind of
climatic fight right about now, shouldn’t we?”

“I think so, but I don’t really
feel like it now that you told me I can’t kill Hego.”

“‘Kay, so I’ll see you at school
tomorrow.”

“Yeah…CURSE YOU TEAM GO!! Think
that was loud enough?”

“Burst my ear drums, so yeah, I
think your dad heard that.”

Kim’s stupid like that. I mean, if she
pulled me aside and asked me to be friends, I’d say sure, tell her
everytime Drakken was planning something. But no, she’s like Hego.
Round the clock hero. We waste a lot of time and energy that way.

&

Artica was trying her hardest to not
let Hego in the building.

“They think they’ve found some
asbestos or something, in the ceiling,” she said. Hego looked at
her skeptically.

“Wouldn’t school be closed if that
happened?” Artica shrugged.

“Well, they said that it was only
a small amount. We’re probably going to have classes outside today;
how fun would that be?” She gave a fake grin. Hego exchanged
glances with me, and I could tell we were both thinking the same
thing; what was really going on?

Golden Arrow was stalling War Hawk
over at the other entrance, too.

“I need to go to my locker,”
Hego muttered, walking away.

“No!” Artica shouted, a blast
of fast freezing ice shooting out of her mouth, freezing Hego to the
spot. He glared at her.

“Was that necessary?”

“Hego, I’ll be honest, Tigress has
totally wrecked havoc in her own horrible way. If you go in there,
you’ll blow up like yesterday-“

“How many of you guys were
standing there?” He asked.

“All of us,” I muttered.

“I need to get to class, Shego.
Would you mind?” I glanced at Artica. She shook her head, giving
me a warning glare.

“Sorry, but I have to do it,”
I blasted the ice off of Hego’s feet. He yelped and then walked on.
Artica grabbed my arm.

“Come on, maybe we could convince
War Hawk to skip.”

But it was too late. War Hawk had
slipped past Golden Arrow somehow and was now inside the building. We
hurried in.

Posted everywhere were flyers. In big
bold letters for the title was, “BREAKING NEWS!! CHLOE BARROCK
IN LOVE WITH SUPERHERO HEGO!!” A picture below showed a drawing
of them kissing. Everyone was talking about it, but few were taking
it very seriously.

War Hawk was pale. Ghostly pale.

“I, I tried to stop her, once I
realized she had stolen that picture from my notebook…” Golden
Arrow said helplessly.

I clenched my fists when I saw Tigress
head towards us. She laughed.

“Like my decorating job? I thought
the pink elephant being revealed gave a nice touch to the bland
hallways,” War Hawk glared at her.

“I trusted you with that secret. I
trusted you in the bathroom yesterday when I was crying my eyes out
not to tell a soul about my crush,” Tigress shrugged.

“I got bored and restless last
night. Miss Mistress wouldn’t let me go steal stuff because of this
whole “low-profile thing”.”

“So you posted all these flyers
because you were bored?!” I snarled. She glared at me.

“Well, maybe she should consider
whose side she’s on.”

Sometimes, I really need to think
before I do or say. In this case, do.

&

Mom sighed, running her fingers
through her hair.

“What am I going to do with you?
You can’t just lunge at supervillains at school.”

“Have you seen all the flyers
around school?! She told War Hawk’s biggest secret!” Mom looked
at me.

“Tigress got those flyers approved
by me before she put them up, and she only fought back in
self-defense. As a mother, I want to kill her just as badly as you do
but as a principal, I have to see that she’s done nothing wrong.”

“How could you approve those
flyers, Mom?! War Hawk was nearly in tears!”

“There was nothing inappropriate
about it, and it wasn’t just gossip. I couldn’t just refuse it
because I want to protect Chloe,” she leaned forward, “You
and I both know how dense Hego is. Maybe now he’ll see her in a
different light,” Mom folded her hands, “Now, as far as
your punishment goes. I won’t ground you, because as a mother I fully
support you knocking the snot out of that brat. But as your
principal, I’m afraid I’m going to have to suspend you.”

“What?! But you’re my mother!”

“Shego, try to understand. I can’t
play favorites here. I’ve ignored your little slap fights, but you
gave her a bloody nose,” Mom sighed, “I’ll get your work
from your teachers. You’ll be out of school for the rest of the week.
This isn’t a vacation; it’s a stain on your record,” Mom came
around and hugged me, “I’m sorry, baby.”

I stood up, grabbed my backpack, and
went back to class. So Tigress could get away with this and I get
suspended? This wasn’t tough love; this was just unfair.

I was going towards the bike rack when
Golden Arrow, Artica, War Hawk, and Metaphor started coming towards
me. Golden Arrow and Metaphor grabbed me, one for each arm.

“Hey-” My cry was cut off
with a gag. They blindfolded me and tied my ankles and wrists
together. I fought against them.

They tossed me into the back of a van
and then ungagged me as Mischief peeled out, laughing like a maniac.

“Guys, I’m really not in the mood
for a take-over-the-world plot,” I groaned.

“It isn’t a take-over-the-world
plot; we’re just kidnapping you,” Metaphor clarified.

“You thought we forgot your
birthday? Nah, we were just waiting for Artica and Golden Arrow to
get out of jail,” War Hawk laughed.

&

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