Kim Possible Porn Story: His Honor The Mayor Drew Lipsky Chapter 26

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New Year’s Eve, early morning, East Coast…

Two men recently returned to their native region after trying times in the west emerged from a donut shop adjacent to one of their favorite hang-outs, a strip club. The sun hadn’t come up as yet. Both men held large espressos, and the larger one had a enormous cruller in one hand.

Think your wife is going to give you grief about staying out all night? The man who had once used the pseudonym of ‘Mister Dyer’ asked his boss, the former ‘Mister Grimm’.

The bigger man shook his head, mouth too full to speak. Once he had managed to swallow, he licked some sugar glaze off his lips before replying. Nah! Hasn’t been all that bothered about it of late. Won’t stay that way, of course, but for the moment I’m hassle-free. Dyer opened his mouth to comment, but was interrupted by a voice from the alley between the two buildings.

I wouldn’t be too sure of that, Grimmie. The voice was female, and it’s source invisible in the shadows when the two men looked for it. Both had tensed up immediately, and didn’t devote all their attention to whoever had spoken. Instead, they looked cautiously all around them. Then Grimm peered suspiciously towards the alley. This some kind of joke? he asked angrily, Or are you here for an audition? A leer replaced the angry look, Because we have real high standards at the club, you really got to measure up!

A moment’s silence, and a hint of movement, was followed by the reply, You’re the second moron recently…here’s how I feel about your audition. And a hand became visible, with one digit prominent in an unmistakable gesture. But the gesture itself didn’t cause near as much of a reaction in the two men as the reason it was visible, due to the hand being encased in bright green light.

Whoa! Grimm took a step back, squeezing his cruller so hard a large chunk broke off and fell to the ground. Dyer also stepped back, slightly farther, and a little to his left, half-shielding himself behind Grimm’s larger bulk. I know who you are, lady, and I know you’re smarter then to mess with us, and who we represent! Grimm snapped…well, grimly.

Well, thanks for crediting me with that much intelligence! Came the sarcastic reply as Shego stepped out into the streetlight lit area at the entrance to the alley. And you’re right, I’m not dumb enough to make enemies of the mob. I’d never do something stupid like flame-broil two members of a connected family. Then again… she paused a bit for effect, grinning wickedly, I’d never try to cheat anyone higher up in the food chain, either! Like for instance, not reporting all the income I made out in Colorado honestly to the people who are due a percentage, for instance.

The brief appearance of a look of triumph on both men’s faces quickly shifted to one of wariness for Grimm, outright nervousness for Dyer. What’s this all about, lady? The former asked.

Shego shrugged expansively, Oh, just a little matter of some discrete construction work you guys arranged in Upperton, while you were out there. Especially disturbing if it happened to be a kind of construction that’s supposed to be the exclusive purview of someone else who has an ‘understanding’ with your bosses.

Grimm, though worried about where the conversation was heading, couldn’t help bristling. And what do you think you’re going to accomplish here? You want us to turn rat, or something!?

Shego affected a look of shock, and placed her hand on her chest. Moi? Heaven forbid! I’d never ask you to rat on family business, oh, no no no! A predatory smile appeared, But this wasn’t family business, was it? No, this was private, so maybe your bosses won’t care about the money you made off it, and banked in Barbados. She might as well have slapped both men, the way they recoiled at her last words. Then again, they just might! Then she smirked. And if that’s not enough, there might just be a certain video of just how a big, bad man got his kneecap dislocated! I hear the popular story is a brawl with what? Five guys with clubs? Hmm, wonder what would happen if all the guys heard that it was really a two-year..

All Right! Grimm interrupted, You made your point! He looked up and down the street, What do you want to know?

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Middleton, Colorado, a few hours later…

Well, well, what brings you here at this hour? Loretta Load greeted Bernadette Barr as she answered her front door to find the nurse standing there.

Bernie smiled warmly. Morning, Chief! Actually, I’m here to try and speak to your genius son, if he’s up?

Loretta nodded. Oh, he’s up, all right! And knock that ‘Chief’ crap off, young lady! She ushered Bernie in, after the younger woman did a thorough job of kicking the slush off her boots first. Bernie noticed that when Mrs Load closed the door, it made a louder noise then might have been expected. She also noticed that it had three locks, and a small data screen mounted on it. Nice and secure? she asked Loretta, gesturing at the door.

Have to be, my boy is worth some money, in more ways then one. This way to his lair. Loretta led Bernie upstairs. Whole second floor is basically his, She explained, His father and I sleep in the downstairs bedroom, when that man makes it home! She added in exasperation. Bernie was impressed, the second floor was rather large. Bedroom to the right, bathroom straight ahead, workshop and all his computers to the left. And that’s where he is about 18 to 20 hours a day, near as I can tell. I’d say 24, if I thought that was possible!

She went to the door on the left, and walked straight in. Wade was hunched over his keyboards, fingers dancing across them, eyes intent on the data scrolling across the screen. Loretta stood with her arms folded for about a minute before clearing her throat. You are planning to greet your guest sometime soon, I hope?

Hi Mom, Hi Miss Barr, just a second! Was the reply, Wade’s eyes never leaving the screen as he spoke. Loretta exchanged looks with Bernie, and rolled her eyes. He knew we were coming up, knew the moment you arrived on the stoop. Pretty near impossible to surprise my boy! Then a sly look came into her eyes. But I can still manage it, when I really want to.

Wade finished whatever he was working on at turned to face them. You here to ask what I found out about Myron? He asked Bernie.

She nodded. First, have you got a picture of him? I think I do, but it’s got problems.

Wade nodded and turned back to the computer. He quickly brought up a picture of Myron, and Bernie nodded. Was it out of focus?

Actually, a bit too focused. Bernie replied, and both Loads gave her a quizzical look. Never mind, did you manage to find out more about his travels?

Yep! He’s been taking quite a few trips lately, and using a lot of aliases. Myron D. Tudsay and Myron Derbart are the ones he uses most. He has credit cards in both names drawing on the D.I.C.K. Accounts.

He’s using corporate money to run around on his wife? Bernie asked incredulously. Myron D. Tudsay? Pig Latin? He’s got…Derbart? He corrected the waiter’s pronunciation, me and Shego were at the next table, but don’ think he knew it. Hold on… She frowned in concentration, Der bart, in German, is ‘the beard’, or ‘the bearded’.

They all looked at the picture of Myron on the screen. ‘Myron De Stud’? No comment! ‘Myron the bearded’? Loretta shook her head, He can not be that proud of that chin-warmer!

Maybe not… Bernie said thoughtfully, But there are other definitions of ‘beard’, that have nothing to do with hair on a man’s face.

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Kim sat tensely observing Ron as he turned the Dream Link control over in his hands. Her stomach was in a knot, and she had both cheeks sucked in and gripped in her teeth as she waited for his reaction to what she’d just told him. Just how angry was he going to be? They were sitting in the Sloth, which still sat in the Possible garage.

So… Ron finally said, This thing allows you to hook us up so we share dreams whenever we want to? He looked at Kim, who nodded tightly, even as her brain registered the ‘we’ as unexpected. Ron looked at the device again. Then he grinned. Badical!

Kim blinked rapidly for a moment, as her jaw slowly dropped. It took her a moment to recover the power of speech, and even then it was tenuous. Bbabadical? RRon, aren’t you angry? She asked incredulously.

Huh? She saw that his puzzlement was genuine, which made the whole thing more surreal. Why? I mean, there have been a couple of times that sharing dreams may have been awkward, but really, it’s so cool! He suddenly looked concerned. Um, Kim, you weren’t in that dream I had the night before last?

UhNo, I…

Because that was totally not the kind of thing I dream about regularly!

Ron, I wasn’t..

It’s just, I had to check some on-line stuff out about you, that was too adult for Wade to read!

Ron, I–Huh, what? Adult stuff?

Yeah, I’m not the only guy who writes stories about you! I mean, it happens with celebrities a lot! And you’re one! A celebrity, I mean! Most of it is just fantasy stuff, I never think of that sort of thing!

Oh, Really?

Of course not! I mean, that dream…okay, I read that one ‘Kigo’ story, but just one, honest!

Kigo?

Yeah, you know… then he paused, wincing, Orrrr, you don’t know…er, what were we talking about before?

Kim blinked again, then smacked her forehead. Why aren’t you mad about me doing this to you! She now smacked her hand over her mouth. She could almost hear echoes in the Sloth’s interior from her shout. Sorry, indoor voice.

Ron shook his head, then smoothed his hair down again. Hello, not mad because you did the right thing? You were right on about how little I’d have helped you deal with this thing! I told Wade and Felix I’d have given you bad advice if you’d told me about this before, and I meant it! You’re right, I would have been happy to help you hide from your problem, rather then make you face it. He paused then shrugged, If I even let myself believe in you having a ‘problem’ seriously! That idea scares me so much, and I’m not sure why, but I think I would have taken a trip down ‘De Nial’ rather then believe it! I love you, KP, but sometimes I don’t know how to help you, I was actually kinda glad when you decided to go to a shrink.

Kim just looked at him for a moment, and her eyes grew wet. Looks like you have a better idea of your own limits then I do mine, Ron Stoppable! And I love you, too! She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly. Sometimes you are the best thing in the world for me. She whispered.

But not always? Ron asked in a tone that showed he wasn’t offended, That’s okay, I is who I is, and I know that I don’t deal with some kinda things too well when they’re my problems, I’d be terrible helping someone else who has the same problems. I know, you need someone to be hard on you at times, and I can’t do that! But to tell the truth, I always thought you were hard enough on yourself for both of us!

Kim snorted softly. So not hard enough! Or maybe not hard enough in the right ways! She sighed, and snuggled tighter against his chest.

Ron held her for a moment in silence, then cleared his throat. I suppose I should tell you that I saw a dream of yours, too. I thought it should have been a nightmare, but it just didn’t seem to be one to you.

Kim pulled back and wiped her eyes as she nodded. The link sometimes could work in reverse, and it has a range limit of a few miles, so we shared a couple of my dreams, too, but I don’t remember any that were nightmares…except maybe the karaoke bar one… She winced, For which I heartily apologize!

Ron shook his head, grinning briefly before becoming serious. No, I wasn’t actually ‘in’ this one! You were…it was like you’d changed places with Melinda Hunter, taking care of this beautiful little baby girl, a ‘mini-Kim’. And I thought it should be a nightmare, because you only had one arm, but…it felt different, somehow.

Oh. Kim responded in a quiet voice. I had a few like that. I was a paraplegic in a couple, and even a quadriplegic in one. Deaf, lame…even lost an eye. But in all of them, I was…adjusted, even happy, dealing with life. Doctor Cardien helped me figure it out, though in a way it was obvious. They all had me in a situation where I couldn’t go on missions anymore. Where I couldn’t get hurt anymore, run into whatever was scaring me, that’s all. I remember that one, and the baby. She smiled, blushing, She was beautiful, wasn’t she?

Just like her mother, Ron replied, and kissed Kim on the nose, Just like a little girl I hope we have some day. And Kim’s blush deepened, before she kissed him right back, a slow, toe-curling kiss if ever there was one. The she pulled back awkwardly. Think we had better get out before the windows steam up, and someone notices! She turned to open her own door, then looked back at him, But don’t think I’m not going to ask you about that ‘Kigo’ thing later, Ron.

Ron swallowed nervously, while Kim got out, calling back to him, Now let’s get going! We need to get ready for the party, Potential Boy!

On it, KP!

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So, you understand exactly what I’m asking you to look for, and where? Drakken asked as he hurried through his lair towards his quarters to change for the party.

Oh, yes, Sir! Hank Perkins replied as he tried to keep up with the scientist, You can count on me, Sir!

Hmm. Well, in any event here is a check that should be enough to cover any expenses you may incur. Drakken took the item in question from his pocket and handed it to Perkins. I trust it’s enough?

Perkins’ smile remained cheerful as he read the amount. Oh, yes Sir! I’m used to traveling tourist class, this should be plenty!

Drakken stopped and gave him a suspicious look. That’s not a ploy to get more expense money, is it?

Perkins shook his head vehemently. Oh, No Sir! As I stated, this is more then sufficient for my needs!

Drakken continued to gaze into Perkins’ eyes for a moment longer, then nodded grudgingly. Very well. You can find your own way out, I trust?

Oh, certainly, Sir! I’ll get going right now! Hank backed away a few steps before spinning and hurrying towards the lair’s exit. Drakken watched him go, certain that he’d missed something, but then checked his watch, shrugged, and continued to his quarters.

As Hank Perkins exited the lair, he stopped and exhaled loudly. He looked at the check again, then reached in his pocket and produced yet another check. Imagine, getting hired by two different people on the same day to do the same thing! He wondered aloud. Then he frowned. I wonder if this is in any way unethical? Then he shrugged. Well, I didn’t intern as a henchman for nothing!

He began to whistle as he walked towards his car.

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By the way, I’m going to be on GAP tonight. Shego looked up as Bernie’s voice came from her bathroom, breaking her train of thought concerning her little jaunt to the East coast. Shego sat on the edge of Bernie’s bed, wearing a black dress in the style of the 1920s young and active set. Her long hair didn’t go with the period, but there were only so many sacrifices she’d make for a costume party. Now she frowned briefly, before saying All, right, I give up, GAP?

Ginger Ale Patrol. You know..

Shego interrupted, nodding. Yeah, yeah! I get it, you’re in charge of making sure none of the younger set have the hard stuff in their glasses at midnight.

Unless their parents are present and verbally give permission, directly to me. Bernie clarified as she walked into the room. She was wearing period underwear, somewhat on the flimsy side in appearance. Shego caught her eyes involuntarily drifting downwards toward the other woman’s foot before she could stop herself. Damn! Why can’t I get the morbid fascination under control? she chided herself. She studied Bernie, who seemed more preoccupied then Shego had ever seen her. Are you having any regrets about our little trip? I mean, it was kinda rude to haul you off my plane and have you on that beach barely an hour later, but I did have reasons.

Bernie paused in the act of picking her dress up off the bed, then sighed. To tell you the truth… She paused, Oh, never mind.

Shego frowned. No, what? Come on, tell me! Something else I did? Keeping it a secret that I was there to spy on Myron?

No! Bernie snapped, then winced. Sorry! But truthfully, the only thing that bothers me about that was the fact that you’re the first person to talk me out of my clothes in over three years! She snorted, And not for the usual reason, even!

Shego’s jaw dropped. Then she snapped it shut and stood silently as Bernie donned her dress, then helped her fasten it up. So, it isn’t the foot that’s been holding you back?

Bernie shook her head. No, I just…my mother was always trying to find out if I was seeing anyone, and I stonewalled her in just the right way that she assumed there was someone, but I was being secretive. I just couldn’t explain why I couldn’t…hook up! But it was easier to fend Mom off after losing the foot, I’ll admit. Now she’s hesitant to push me into something, for fear I’ll get hurt.

Not to get personal, but was it a guy? Shego asked. Bernie was momentarily startled as she adjusted a cloche hat over her hair, then she smiled. Was wondering when I gave you any indication I went the other way! Yep, it was a guy…and it was fun, while we were actually making love, but afterwards…it felt so awkward! Felt that way beforehand, too. First time, heh.

Didn’t lose it in High School, huh? Shego asked. The thief was studying her own long hair in Bernie’s full length mirror, then Bernie’s shorter hair. Now done up in a ’20s bob cut. Another thing Shego had had to do since her color ‘normalized’ was replace most of her make-up, and she had considered doing something with her hair, but held off. Not that it would take her long to grow it back again, but she didn’t want to appear insecure about her appearance. She suddenly snorted. So what’s all this, then? Had the same look for so long, when I wasn’t disguised, now I’m thinking about appearances again! She noticed Bernie studying her curiously, and grinned. Ignore me, had a blond moment there, I think!

Bernie shook her head. The answer to your question is ‘no’, by the way. In High School, I was the ‘rich guy’s daughter’, the ‘weird jock’, and the girl who beat up a potential kidnapper with my baton when I was nine. Not great date material! The incident when babysitting Bonnie didn’t help much, either!

And I was the weird girl who wanted to run back to the orphanage to check on the boys, rather then get a soda or some fast food, even when someone else was buying. Shego remarked, Most of the others who went to the school from the orphanage used all the time their curfews allowed having fun. Or just hanging out anywhere else! She shook her head sadly. And then the powers, and Doctor D thinks this stuff in my head came with them.

And did he figure out exactly what that ‘stuff’ does?

Nope! But I think me and Elizabeth Cardien did. That caused a raised eyebrow. We talked about how I felt about things before and after I got my powers. The differences between before and after, that is. This was during our regular sessions, before I knew something might be affecting my behavior. WaitI think It’s better if I start with some info I bought concerning the Attitudinator.

Bernie sat down on the bed, while Shego took a seat in the easy chair beside it. To start with, Jack Hench didn’t develop the machine, he bought it, from someone who ‘found’ it. It was damaged goods, and Jack didn’t pay much for it, but it fascinated his scientists. He spent a lot of money trying to duplicate it, but for some reason he couldn’t get it right. He tested it on human subjects, and noticed a personality change in almost all of them. They all started breaking rules, and laws, where previously they wouldn’t have. I mean, they broke Hench’s employee conduct rules, and that was asking for trouble!

Anyway, the bottom line is they started showing ‘criminal’ tendencies. Hench had to decide whether to pour money into the machine or not, so he decided to see if there was a market for it. He put it on display at the trade show, and advertised it rather vaguely as causing people to become criminals. Sort of truth in advertising, you could say. Anyway, Doctor D scanned a lot of things at the show, to see if he could build duplicates in his own lab. And one he built successfully was the Attitudinator. But, he couldn’t duplicate everything, if my theory is right.

But the bottom line is it didn’t make people do ‘evil’ things, it made them do criminal things, or at least break rules? Bernie asked for clarification.

Shego shook her head. ‘Make’ is too strong. No, it just made them feel good about breaking rules and laws. I can testify to that, after my talks with Doc Cardien. See, what drove me away from Team Go was a lot of things, but I now realize I suddenly did get a sense of anticipation when I thought of breaking rules, and if I did, I got a sense of satisfaction. It felt good to do those things! But now, I feel the opposite, and I felt the same way after the Attitudinator zapping. She shifted her psoition a bit as if uncomfortable before continuing, See, we had Stoppable as a prisoner at the time. Kimmie was off on a week-long trip he couldn’t go on, and he apparently got so bored he decided to break into the lair!

Ron bored? Bernie blurted incredulously, Ron can occupy himself with…just about anything! How could he have gotten…oh, wait. He missed Kim, and he usually broke into lairs with Kim…okay, that makes sense in a Ronish way.

Shego smirked. Yeah, well, we had him, let’s leave it at that! Anyway, Draken was playing with his new machine. He actually fired it at Ron, but nothing happened. Then he accidentally hit me with it, also with no result! But after fiddling with the controls, he did it again! She shook her head, I got mad the first time, and the second one didn’t change that, but my feelings changed. I mean, I wasn’t serious when I thought about killing him after the first time, I was just mad, you know? But when I thought it again after the second zapping, I had a strong negative reaction. Which puzzled me so much I didn’t even singe him!

Killing would be breaking a law, for sure. Bernie observed, So after the first ‘zap’, you knew in your own mind you weren’t serious, but after the second, you took yourself seriously, or something? You’re going to tell me you now feel urges to uphold the law, aren’t you?

Shego shrugged. More or less, yeah. But I know they’re not my own feelings now, so I can ignore them easily when I want to. Of course, that means I could have ignored the urges to be bad the first time, if I wanted to. But I didn’t, I went with them. I could say that it was just because I was a teenage girl who wasn’t as mature as I thought I was, and I just did what felt good to me, but that’s letting myself off too easily.

Well, finish the Attitudinator story. Bernie asked, as she looked at the clock, We don’t have much time. So, you suddenly felt like upholding the law, or sticking to the laws was right? Did you feel guilty about what you’d done before, all your crimes?

Shego nodded. Yeah, but the feelings were wrong, in some way. I mean, I knew nothing should have made my feelings change so radically. So, I bought into the idea that the machine had done it. But I avoided things by storming off, because I was still mad, trust me! She grew thoughtful as she continued, When I was alone, I started thinking. I started thinking that it was wrong to keep Stoppable locked up. I thought I had messed up my life, where the day before I had been perfectly happy with the way things were going. And now I know something was making me ignore my feelings about my family. Or believe it, anyway. I actually found m self confessing my confusion to Stoppable, and I think he thought I was nuts, or tricking him. Of course, he eventually decided it was the machine’s fault, too. She paused. And he…I let him out, didn’t even realize I’d done it, believe it or not! And he reset the machine to the original settings, which he’d seen and memorized, and zapped me again. And I was back to normal. I was messed up for several hours, by the way, before this happened. And I let him go, out of gratitude, grudging as it may have been.

Why did Ron switch you back to ‘normal’, though, rather then let you stay ‘good’, as he saw it? Shego got the impression Bernie knew the answer already, but said it aloud nonetheless.

He didn’t think it was right for someone to be ‘mind-controlled’, no matter how it made them act. That’s what he thought was going on. But I wasn’t controlled at all! ‘Influenced’ is as far as I’ll go, and I may be giving this stuff in my head more credit then it deserves even going that far. Shego stood up and collected her own hat from the bed. Whatever this stuff is, it didn’t make me a criminal. Or maybe it did, influencing a young girl, but I’m an adult now, and I can’t blame ‘mind-control’ for my actions.

Bernie stood up as well. So, those graphs besides the scans Doctor Drakken took showed which way you were being influenced, in a way? But, is it one batch of ‘stuff’, that goes back and forth? There’s a lot of questions you still haven’t answered, if you have the answers. Why is Hego’s ‘stuff’ still going strong? And what about your other brothers?

Mego only had traces of it in his brain, a few sparks, nothing more. And there was no sign it had ever been in either of the Wegos. As to Hego? Maybe because the stuff isn’t in conflict with his basic personality. He’s always been a guy who obeys all the rules, and the laws. How does the stuff know what’s lawful, and what isn’t? Shego shrugged, No clue! Got a bunch of information and supposition, that’s all.

Bernie thought for a moment, then responded, Well, you would ‘feel’ whether something was good or evil, you would ‘know’ if it was against the law or not, maybe it’s not based on feelings, but does manipulate emotions to try and make you do things you know are wrong, or…okay, maybe this works better: It uses your knowledge of the law, and makes you feel good or bad about whichever way it wants you to go…now my head’s beginning to hurt!

Shego smiled sourly. Welcome to the club! Let’s forget this, and get to the party. Maybe the New Year will bring enlightenment.

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Looking like this and the next chapter will be short ones. We’ll have the party next time. As to the Villains’ party Shego intended to go to? Someone tipped Global Justice on it’s location, too late to change it. Probably the Author, when he realize dhe wanted Shego at the Barr party, but I’m just guessing.

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