Kim Possible Porn Story: Canadian Wedding Chapter 2

Standard Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Kim Possible, the character, or any characters from the series. All is copyrighted by Disney, I’m writing this without express permission, but am not making a profit at all.

Vancouver was often thought to be the pinnacle of Canada, and a tourist hotspot because of it. Snow capped mountains lined the horizon on one side, while a beautiful beach nestled against the city from three other sides, both a wide lake, and a relaxing river.

Dotting the waterfront was a myriad of pubs, tourist-catering restaurants, and luxurious yachts or ferries. Just a bit off the waterfront was downtown, home of tall skyscrapers like any other booming city, catering to both business and the elite.

Vancouver was indeed a place to see in Canada. Kim just wasnt expecting to see it when she woke up, nor was she expecting her head to suddenly split in half, or at least feel that way, just seconds after she opened her eyes. From what she had seen in the few seconds between opening them, and squeezing them shut as hard as she could, it was just now reaching dawn, and the room she was occupying was a wide rounded one, where every wall was glass, each looking across the city in a different direction.

The bed was unfamiliar too, wide and gracious, with an assortment of luxurious and fluffy pillows and blankets, all sharing a similar dark theme. The one thing Kim did know, not being able to take much more of her surroundings in without killing herself, was that she needed to get up, and she needed to either occupy the bathroom for several minutes, or the find the nearest garbage can.

She hardly even noticed the other figure in the bed as she flung herself out of it, though she could remember the distinct feeling of her calf rubbing against skin. Practically flying to the nearest room, which was a similarly wide and extravagant bathroom, Kim quickly shut herself in and launched herself to the toilet, coming down head first. The sudden queasy sensation that had sprung up just by opening her eyes had come back tenfold when she stood, and her stomach was quick to expel a putrid mix of hard alcohol and what looked to be partially digested gum, both rank and disgusting just to taste.

She could feel her eyes squeezing shut from that as much as the sensations still pounding away at her head. She had heard, when she was younger, that hangovers werent fun. But it was the first time shed ever experienced something so painful without having been beaten in the head by a sledgehammer.

Get a hold of yourself, Possible, itll pass. She told herself, trying her best to take in more of her surroundings as she took to the sink to wash the filth from her mouth. For one thing, she had already seen the horizon from the window, so she was in a penthouse higher than any of the other buildings around, far more luxurious than anything shed ever been in too. The bathroom was well past the size of her room at home. Another thing was that she was currently dressed in panties, and a shirt that seemed to be just a size to big.

What have you gotten yourself into, Possible? She asked, feeling the sudden tightening of her lungs that came with hyperventilation. This was not what she should be doing, not waking up in some strangers penthouse, wearing some strange persons clothes.

What? Running her hands quickly down her shirt, to smooth it out as much as feel the texture, she found something mysteriously caked at the bottom of it. Her fingers felt even lower too, and found the same substance caked along the hem of her panties, and even below that.

Her eyes could only widen further at that, breath drawing out in gasps both brief and short. The kicker was when she felt a ring get caught on the hem of her shirt though, holding snuggly to her ring finger.

Kim was almost to afraid to look down, but eventually she convinced herself to, and came face to face with the most horrifying thing she could ever dream of. A wedding band, a plain, sterling-silver, wedding band. It even had her name on the top.

Yep, youre boned, Possible. Ill see you later. Her inner wisdom informed her, before promptly leaving. She felt almost faint, but at the very least her breath was coming out in long, shaky, breaths instead of the short gasps of before.

Try as she might, no amount of thinking could call anything but a dark blur up from last night. She had already pieced most of it together though, getting drunk, finding her way to a strange city with a strange person, then getting married to said person and getting more drunk.

The last memory she had was of Shego, though, almost ready to fight Shego when she found her practically harmless state. Shego had goaded her, persuading her to out drink the already wasted woman. But how had that ended up as this?

There was just one more thing Kim needed to complete the puzzle, and it was perhaps the most frightening thing. Just who she had married last night.

The teen crept slowly towards the door, still barefoot, and still sporting a killer headache from her hangover. In her haste to make it to the bathroom, shed forgotten to close the door behind her, and it lay just a hairsbreadth from the wall.

Like a frightened heroine from a horror movie, she pulled the door ever-so-slightly out, peering between it, and out at the bed that lay at the bottom of the lowered center floor. The entire thing was as posh as shed originally guessed, even going so far as to have a big-screen attached to the roof near the window. Across from the bathroom was what appeared to be a hot-tub, complete with a mini bar. Everything was decorated rather barely too, except for the rounded bed that lay in the center, which had a completely different motif.

Unlike the light colors that complimented the rest of the room, the bed in the center was a mix of darker greens and black, with a single forest green blanket, and a mixture of black and green pillows. At the center, lying in panties and a shirt just a size or two too small, was Kims worst nightmare.

Shego, complete with milky green skin, and the shirt that Kim wore beneath her mission wear. She seemed to be waking up, slowly but surely, and was scratching beneath the border of her own panties, around the frilled elastic, rather like what Kim had seen from men when they werent around women.

Kim was standing in the doorway, still hidden, but her headache and stealth had been forgotten for a much greater task. She stood there, staring at her rival with her mouth open in shock, eyes wide and unblinking. The thoughts seemed to have completely left her head.

I couldnt have. I didnt. That cant be her- on the bottom of my shirt, can it? No way. That cant be her shirt, can it? Why is that my shirt?

The questions were building up in her head, but she couldnt seem to find it in her to answer any of them. They simply looped and distorted, asking any variation of how could this have happened that she could find. In the end though, she was still staring at the half-naked figure lying on the bed she had gotten out of no more than ten minutes before. There were no other noises, no other figures, nothing else to even suggest that the two hadnt been alone all this time. Even the clothes littered about on the raised part of the floor, surrounding the dip that lead to the bed, were just hers and Shegos.

With the headache still splitting her thoughts from ear to ear, she couldnt even bring up the will to deny it either. There was just one more thing she needed to see. One more thing before she could tell herself this was all just a sham, or she really did mess up that bad.

Before she could so much as move the door to sneak through to the bed, though, Shego flipped over, throwing both hands to her head with a guttural groan. She sounded, and looked, far less than awake, but seeing Kim wasnt something the redhead wanted to risk when she had less than perfect control. The villain slowly began to shuffle out of bed, practically crawling on her hands and knees towards the bathroom, and towards Kim inside the bathroom.

Kim quickly backed up, further into the room, trying her best to ignore the aching in her head and the frightened puffs of her breath, just long enough to think of a plan. Unfortunately, the bathtub and shower, though they seemed to take up half the room, were covered by a frosted glass window instead of a more convenient, for hiding at least, shower curtain. It would be all to possible to see her, especially with a bright mop of red hair against beige walls.

Still, if Shego was feeling half as bad as Kim, that was a chance that she was willing to take. There was always the possibility that Shego wasnt a morning person, that she wouldnt even open her eyes as she did whatever she was coming this way to do.

Shego opened the door just seconds later, shuffling inside like the living dead. Though her eyes, half closed and fighting off her own hangover as they were, scanned the room, the open door barely managed to hid Kims figure behind the frosted window. Much to her dismay, the shower wasnt as much of a tub as she thought it had been, and there was no where to lie low and weight. She was reduced to standing there, watching the distorted form of her rival as she went to the sink and began to brush her teeth, trying her best to stay out of range for the mirror that stood over the marble counters.

Kim, for all the times shed fought off life and death situations unharmed, had never felt so scared in her life. Not of being found out, but of what she might find out. There was still the one greatest variable in her entire drunken night, which she could only twiddle unconsciously on her ring finger. Even as Shego finished brushing her teeth and moved to use the toilet, she feared catching the glint of metal across her finger too.

Finally, Shego finished, and washed her hands. She seemed about ready to leave the bathroom, when she suddenly froze in the process of drying her hands. Something seemed to click in her sleep and hangover addled mind. Something big, bright, and red, and located in her shower. She must have passed her eyes over that three times already, at least. And not once had she thought it was out of the ordinary.

There were just some things Shego couldnt accomplish without her three cups of coffee. But spotting a spy in her shower wasnt one of them.

She turned on her heel and walked, all to calmly, towards the shower doors, her emerald eyes staying firmly transfixed on the bright head of hair distorted through the shower glass. Kim froze in place, only managing to stare at the door as she got closer and closer.

Shego finally reached the door and pulled it to the side, looking inside to catch gazes with Kim. Kim ran her eyes up the villainess body once, pausing only momentarily to memorize the distinct silver band around her finger, before finally coming up to rest on her face. The fear had turned to an odd void in emotions and thoughts, for several seconds, and the two just gazed at each other.

Finally, Kim realized that yes, she had indeed married her arch-foe. And yes, she was as boned as her wisened side had said she was. And finally, that light behind Shego was very bright, and piercing directly into her already feverish skull.

Shego hardly managed to blink before Kim threw up the last of her stomach contents, directly in her face.

Seconds after Kim had lost it in Shegos face, the fight had erupted. It had lasted just long enough for Shego to tear a hole across the glass shower wall, and Kim to dash about her and out of the restroom. After that, her head and stomach had caught up to her, and shed doubled over onto the floor, banging her head against the stone on the way down. Shego had twisted to fast on the bathroom floor, and had ended up sitting down, and not entirely by her own power.

That had been the point where Shego had noticed the wedding band around her own ring finger, that had managed to luckily survive by being the hand farthest away from Kim when shed attacked. She stared at it, gazing at the metal, and the tiny inscription on the top, and the one hidden on the bottom. For what seemed like forever, she just looked at the ring.

Outside, she could see Kim righting herself on the floor, still very much hung over. She also seemed to be bleeding from a small dent on her head. But Shego, curiously, felt the soreness of a healing black eye going through her own faster healing process. Something from last night, no doubt.

The two sat there for a while, and several times Shego caught Kim glancing curiously at the redheads own ring. Neither felt like chasing the other, especially with the remnants of last night still working through their systems.

It was Shego who finally chose to end the silence; What happened last night?

Kim was silent for a while, eyes closed in pain. I dont know. I remember getting to the lair, and finding you there. She swallowed, and Shego found herself looking into olive green eyes that reflected her own fear back at her tenfold. Did we get married?

Shego let out a single, soft, chuckle. Come on, Princess. Your ring does say Kim and Shego, doesnt it?

She could see Kims eyes widen in surprise at that, and the redhead glance down at her finger. She hastily pulled the loop around, twisting it about on her hand until she saw the other side of the band. Sure enough, on the top side it had her name, on the bottom, it had Shegos.

Not just Shegos name, she realized. Her wifes name. That was something she had never even dreamed would happen in her worst nightmares.

And Shego had the gall to laugh at that, a slow and sleep deprived chuckle, at the sight of the blood draining from Kims face. There was no blush, no look of embarrassment, just a look of pure horror.

Where am I? She asked, though her mouth seemed unnaturally dry.

Shego smiled back at her, though deep in the pit of her stomach, she could distinguish the exact feelings Kim was having. She was a villain, after all, and having somehow tricked Kim into marrying her could be played towards her reputation, unlike Kims. Youre in Canada, eh? Shego responded, laughing a bit more openly now.

Kim shot her back a look of shock and horror. How can you laugh at this? We got married, my life will be over when this gets out. She cried, seconds from screaming at the older woman. What will my friends think? What will my parents think?

Across from her, Shego only pulled herself up to sit more comfortably, making no attempt to leave or show just how much this hit her. Well, I dont have friends. She started, catching the gaze of the redhead once more, who seemed to be shaking off the initial wave of her hangover. And my parents are long gone. So I guess you could say I dont have a problem.

You dont have a problem? Kim seemed almost appalled at that. But were both women, its all a sham, and we dont even love each other. We dont even like each other.

Shego did her best not to let Kim see how much that did mean to her, not that shed ever asked for Kim to like her. But marriage did mean something to her, holy matrimony did have a special place in her heart. That empty pit in the middle of her that said she did something wrong and there was no clear way to fix it was growing steadily.

Fine, then lets never talk about it again. It should be void in America anyway, so youve got nothing to worry about, just dont show your face around Canada, eh Princess?

And there was that annoying eh, again. Is this all a joke to you? Kim asked in all seriousness.

For a second, Shego let the faade fall, and let her face show just how serious she could be. Not at all, Princess. Im being serious. We just go our separate ways, I work my magic and no one ever finds out. We never talk about it again. She said, her expression never slipping.

Kim swallowed the lump in her throat again. She still felt wrong, still felt dirty, still had a headache, and still felt a pit of guilt in her stomach that wouldnt leave. Deal. No one finds out.

Her only response was her rival nodding. Neither seemed willing to do anything past that, but Kim finally pulled herself to a sitting position. She still had one hand over her head, blocking out the headache.

I need a shower, I need a shower bad. She said, rubbing her arms. She was convinced that she could actually feel filth on her, feel dirty as it was. And then I need to get out of here.

Shego just nodded again. She pulled herself up, standing above Kim. Well, Ill get you some pants. And theres helicopter pad on the roof. She said, stepping awkwardly around Kim as Kim stood up.

Kim didnt offer any words, just closing the door behind her and stepping into the shower. It took her the better part of fifteen minutes, in which time Shego managed to find her cargo pants, complete with mission gear, but no sweater. She also found two copies of the marriage license, signed by both women, on the counter near the door, and tucked one safely away into the pants shed pulled on.

The villainess needed a shower too, desperately. She wasnt quite as innocent as the redhead was, she knew the smell and feel of sex well. And right now there was just too much of it, hidden in the blankets, across the floor, with every piece of clothing dropped as evidence of last night.

Shego needed to get away, far away before Global Justice showed up to pick the teen hero up, and found out just what Shego had done with her. That, unlike some sham marriage, would ruin her. Few villains in the world would hire someone with a statutory rape charge above her head, especially not the higher class Hench Co. and friends type.

By the time Kim Possible exited the shower, Shego had already disappeared, leaving only the second copy of the marriage license tacked to the door.

A/N: Now we get to why I ended here; I only planned out several scenes for this particular story, which is actually inspired with liberties from PoetHeather1’s Tangled Up in Green. What I need is something to keep writing on, which is what I’d like to ask from anyone who’s read this far. A review or two, with a suggestion for where to go from here, would be much appreciated. Consider it a old adventure book, i.e. a goblin shows up, 1. hit him with a shoe 2. slap him silly. Only this one will use different plot points instead of different directions or attacks. ~VLU

Edit: Finally fixed the ‘ran her hands up the villaness’ body’ part…