Kim Possible Porn Story: Confessions of a Teenage Heroine Chapter 6

Kim Possible Porn Story: Confessions of a Teenage Heroine Chapter 6

Disclaimer: I only own my villainesses and Shego’s parents.

“I don’t want to know. Don’t want to know how you persuaded GJ to let us go, don’t want to know why Dr. Director’s in the hospital…”

“She’s alive?!” Golden Arrow glanced at me, arching an eyebrow. I sunk a little in the passenger’s seat.

War Hawk had picked Golden Arrow up from jail and then me from another one of Electronique’s exploits (something about a virus and the internet and paying her an incredible sum of money and destroying Team Go, I was only half listening). This probably meant I’d have to go fly the jet back to her lair and save my brother’s butts again.

She pulled up to my house and we all got out and went to the garage. Golden Arrow glanced over the truck.

“Did you set it on fire?” She asked, staring at the scorched seats.

“Not on purpose. I told you what happened with Dr. Lipsky, didn’t I?” Golden Arrow shook her head. War Hawk giggled.

“You could say she has the “hots” for him,” she said. I rolled my eyes. Villains and bad puns went together like idiots and stupidity.

Golden Arrow let out a low whistle as she popped the hood.

“How bad is it?” I asked.

“Congratulations, Shego, you have successfully melted most of the wires, not to mention toasted your engine,” Golden Arrow shook her head, laughing, “Only you could do so much damage just by catching it on fire, and one can only guess as to how you managed to pull that off without even driving the thing.”

“What now?” War Hawk asked. Golden Arrow pursed her lips.

“Well, there’s too many parts that are unharmed to make me tell you to trash it, but this is going to be expensive. Five grand at the least.”

“Five grand?! Where the heck am I going to get five grand?!”

“And that’s not including the interior,” she grinned, “Well, there’s always the obvious.”

“I’m not asking my parents for money,” I said firmly. Golden Arrow sighed.

“I mean steal the money, or the parts. Whichever’s easier,” I shook my head.

“Nope, not gonna do it.”

“You’re just chicken,” War Hawk insisted.

“Look who’s talking, Tweety. There’s a lot of flaws in this plan. One, I work for GJ, who won’t so much as interview you if you have a criminal background. Two, if I use the stolen money to buy the parts, or mess up while I’m pulling the heist, I’ll go to juvie. Three, how am I going to explain how I suddenly got the parts for my car?” I was interrupted by the sounds of barking and yelling.

“MOM! MOM! YOU’RE HOME EARLY! COME ON! I CAN SMELL YOU IN THERE! LET ME IN, MOM!” The toes of two black paws scratched under the door, followed by a black nose with the start of a white muzzle.

I can’t believe I haven’t mentioned my baby yet. Well, I guess so far I haven’t been home enough for her to come in, or she’s been crated. Mom can’t stand it when I have my baby out and I’m not home, because she’ll sit there at the front door and whine the entire time. Or she’d go totally crazy. She’s a really hyper thing.

I opened the door and Go-go came in. She was a tall blue-eyed Siberian husky, who had a blotch of black that looked like a hoodie on her back and head, and black paws, and the tip of her tail was also black. The rest of her was white. I wrapped my arms around her as she wagged her tail hard enough to catch herself off balance and fall over.

“I’m sorry, baby. Mommy’s been busy.”

“Yeah, I figured. Theygo’s been being mean again, locking me up with the other dogs. They’re so boring and gross, I mean, they spend a ridiculous amount of time just licking their crotch. Or they’re sleeping. They sleep, like, all the time. She won’t even let me watch TV.”

Oh, and we rescued Go-go (aka: Specimen 112987345) from an illegal research facility who had been experimenting on animals when she was a puppy. Imagine my shock as I’m cuddling this adorable, three-week-old puppy and she looks up to me and states, “Mommy, I ‘ungry”.

She hasn’t shut up since.

“Hey, Go-go,” War Hawk and Golden Arrow came over and started petting her. She flipped onto her back, her eyes half closed in enjoyment.

“Hola, mi amigas. Que tal?”

“Nada,” Golden Arrow laughed. Yeah, it’s cute when your pet speaks in seven different languages the first couple times, but once she starts in one language, she’ll go an entire conversation in that language like it’s her native tongue and then you’re lost.

Luckily, she felt like speaking in English.

“Let’s go play,” she begged, scratching at my lap.

“Sorry, Mommy can’t right now. I have to first go save my brothers, second figure out how to come up with a large sum of money-“

“I already told you what you need to do.”

“Shut up, Goldie. Third, figure out how to get out of that stupid musical.”

“How do you already know you’re in it?” War Hawk asked. I jerked my thumb back.

“Mrs. McCluskey snooped in the drama department,” I scratched Go-go behind her ear, “So, you think Electronique’s vaporized them by now?”

“Get real, Shego, that girl can monologue for days. Trust me; I got a cell with her one time and she didn’t shut up the entire time. She talks in her sleep, even,” Golden Arrow groaned. I sighed.

“I can hope,” We stood up.

“Hey, where you guys going? I want to go, too,” Go-go whined.

“Sorry, baby, but you’ll only get in the way. We’ll be right back.”

“I WANT TO GO!” She barked. I swear, sometimes she acted like she was still a puppy.

I don’t know how many other moms have this power, but mine always knows when I’m hanging out with my friends. It’s like a radar or something because without fail, no matter where she is in the Go Tower, she’ll find us and start-

“Hey, Artemis, Chloe,” Mom materialized herself in front of us.

“Hello, Mrs. Go,” They said in turn.

“What are you girls doing over?” She asked cheerily.

“Shego just asked me to look at her truck to do a damage check, you know, since it caught on fire,” Golden Arrow said lightly.

“Again, it wasn’t on purpose,” I growled. I skirted Mom, “Anyway, we need to get going. Miss Mistress will be glad to hear that her hench girl’s free as a bird,” Mom’s face fell.

“I was hoping they could stay for dinner. Speaking of food, where are the boys?”

“Yeah, uh, funny story about that, uh…”

“Shego ditched them for her friends,” I glared at Go-go. Her ears went back and she glared at me in a serves-you-right-for-not-taking-me way.

“Shego Guinevere, what have I told you about leaving your brothers on a mission? You know they’re not competent enough to fight a villain; they can barely remember to put pants on before going to school!”

“Mom, they’re not that stupid. They’re guys; it’s in their blood to know how to fight,” Mom sighed.

“You’d feel really bad if they got hurt or died and you were off goofing around.”

Actually, I doubted I would, but bringing that up now wouldn’t help my case.

“Can you girls stay for dinner?” She tried again.

“Sorry, Mrs. Go, but Shego’s right. I need to go report to my boss.”

“You were never my favorite, anyway,” Mom turned to War Hawk, “What about you, Chloe?”

“I’d love to, but I need to call my dad first to fabricate some lie about whose lair I’m at and make sure it’s okay.”

“Well, you know where the phone is. Shego, be polite and escourt Artemis home. Oh, and then tell your numb skull brothers to finish up and hurry up home; dinner will be ready in a half hour.”

War Hawk looked helplessly at me as I walked with Golden Arrow to the door, Go-go nudging her reassuringly. Because my mother has two other characteristics I’m sure aren’t unique to just her; she feels an obligation to care for each of my friends as though they were her own to the point of smothering them. She also loves to drill them on their home life, their friends, their likes and dislikes, what’s going on in school, how I was doing, etc.

So I was basically leaving War Hawk to the lioness. Don’t think that I didn’t feel bad about it, but I couldn’t do anything to help her except for rejoice that it wasn’t me.

&

“Why do you always get to fly the jet?” Mego whined.

“Because I’m the oldest and because I’m the only one certified to fly the jet.”

“Only because you have connections with GJ,” I pointed a finger back at Mego.

“Hey, be thankful we even have a jet. There are superheroes in Africa that have to walk to their missions.”

“Why does Hego always get shot gun?” Wego 1 asked.

“It’s seniority based,” Hego responded.

“It’s I’m-the-leader-so-I-sit-in-front-but-let-someone-else-do-the-flying based,” I muttered.

“Hego’s colorist; all the seats are blue,” Wego 2 put in his two cents.

“The seats are gray,” Hego objected.

“Bluish gray,” Mego argued. We landed on the roof, which sucked us down into the hanger. Hopefully we weren’t too late to save War Hawk from being interrogated to death.

She looked relieved when we walked into the dining room. Hego tensed.

“What’s War Hawk doing here?” He snarled. War Hawk frowned.

“I’m off-duty, Hego. You can call me Chloe. I came over to help Shego and Golden Arrow with the truck and Mrs. Go invited me for dinner,” Hego glared at Mom. She shrugged.

“It’s her favorite; chicken alfredo.”

“She’s Avarius’s daughter,” Hego hissed.

“You still can’t get over that? Come on; Shego and her have been best friends since they were in diapers. She’s practically family,” Mom stood up, “Twins, it’s your turn to help set the table.”

Looking back, it’s kind of hilarious, Hego’s interaction with War Hawk. He didn’t really care one way or the other back when we were little; she was just “my sister’s best friend”. Then, once her father went into villainy and dragged her along into it, he hated her guts. Just treated her like she was dirt. On the other hand, War Hawk had treated Hego just as passively when we were younger. Then, once we started hitting eighth and ninth grade, she decided he wasn’t that bad looking and he was kind of sweet in his own way.

“Where do I sit?” War Hawk asked.

“Oh, between a rock and a hard place, if you don’t mind. Hego, Shego, make room for Chloe between you two.”

“What?!” Hego snapped.

“Stop being such a boy. I’m sure she’s had her cooties shots,” Mom insisted.

Hego made a show of sitting as far away from Chloe as he could, ticking Mego off.

“Why don’t you just sit in my lap?” He grumbled. War Hawk sighed exasperantly.

“You’re acting like I’ve never been over before. See?” She pulled down her sleeves, “No weapons.”

“I don’t trust you,” he stated.

“You want to do a body search?” I burst out laughing after her question. She glared at me, “You’re such a pervert,” she muttered.

Go-go rested her head in War Hawk’s lap.

“Feed me,” she demanded. War Hawk pushed her away.

“Go lay down, Go-go. You have your doggy food.”

“That stuff’s about as edible as my own poop, and I only eat that if I’m desperate. Or in a bet.”

“She knows where to go for food,” Mom commented, dishing herself after making sure everything was perfect.

“I don’t feed Go-go people food,” War Hawk objected. Go-go started laughing.

“Then what was last week at Cow ‘N Chow?” I asked.

“We went through a drive-thru and she ordered! What was I supposed to do, throw her food away?” War Hawk glanced down. Go-go was still staring up at her with those sad doggy eyes, her head in her lap.

“Make it look like an accident. Mego does it with his broccli all the time,” Hego glared at Mego.

“And everyone blames the gas on me,” he said disgustedly.

&

That Friday, the lists for the roles were posted. Girls were clawing at the masses, so quick to feel disappointment.

Metaphor squealed happily.

“I’m playing Gretal!” She announced. Which caused several odd looks because Gretal was the cute four-year-old and well, pretty much only our friends group knew about her morphing abilities.

“And I am Frauline Maria!” Mischief declared. She squinted at the list, “I didn’t see you at the auditions, Chloe.”

“That’s because I didn’t try out.”

“But it says right here you’re Liesel VonTrapp,” War Hawk pushed her way to the front.

“What? How is that possible?!” We all looked at Metaphor.

“You have a lovely singing voice, but you don’t have the confidence to think you’d get in. So I thought if I tried out for you…”

“I have stage fright! Terrible stage fright! Like, I was a flying monkey for “The Wizard of Oz”…threw up on the Wicked Witch.”

“That was a long time ago,” Metaphor insisted.

“Yeah, because last spring is so far in the past,” War Hawk hissed. She gasped, “And I have to kiss someone!” All of us grinned, “ooohhh”-ing and teasing her as we scooted away from the mass.

But Artica’s words caught me off guard.

“I wonder who the lucky Rolfe is,” she elbowed War Hawk in the ribs. I felt my heart beat quicken. My dream couple was finally getting hooked up.

I heard a loud, familiar moan.

“Noooo. No, no, no!”

“What’s wrong, Hego?” One of Hego’s guy friends asked.

“I have to kiss Chloe Barrock!” He spat out the name like it was acid.

“A junior? That’s not so bad.”

“She’s pretty cute,” Another guy friend added.

“I’d rather kiss any other girl than Chloe Barrock! No, I’d rather die than so much as be in the same room as her,” Shut up, Hego, shut up!

But it was too late. War Hawk’s face twisted into confusion, then hurt, then sadness, and finally anger.

She ran off towards the girl’s bathroom, wiping at her eyes. Hego hadn’t even noticed she was there or was now running off. He just kept saying all the things he’d rather do than be with Chloe Barrock.

&

Wooh! Spring break! That means a lot of time, especially because I forgot to bring the other project I was working on for school with me. So I’m dedicating myself to my fanfics and cleaning out my computer’s files and making Youtube videos. Because otherwise I’d be bored out of my ever-loving mind.

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