Kim Possible Porn Story: Its a Cats Life Chapter 1

Heres another Kim
Possible fic. And its kinda Kigo. There are hints at it. But all
you Kigo fans, dont leave! Its still really cute! I swear. Its
just hard for cats to be involved with each other that way, ya know.
Just give it a try.

Also, I guess there
could be something considered character death. I guess. It doesnt
really last butI had to put that there. I didnt want to get
flamed for killing someone, even if they dont really stay dead.

Thanks to Laura, my
wonderful beta. You rock!

Disclaimer: I dont
own Kim Possible and all other related characters. I also dont
mind if someone wants to draw anything from this. Just ask me, kay?

Now, on with the story

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Its a Cats
Life

They died in a very
spectacular way. Everyone said so. And they died trying to save each
other, which made the sidekick and mad scientist confused but happy
deep down. Which confused them even more, but thats beside the
point. So, how did they die? Well, Ill tell you.

It was a regular
mission for the young woman and her sidekick/best
friend/ex-boyfriend. They fought their arch-nemesis, who had built
yet another Death Ray, and were about to leave the lair as the
mad scientist and evil sidekick made their escape when the Death Ray
randomly exploded. Really. Police say that the wiring was faulty
butwho knows?

Anyway, as the Death
Ray exploded, the hero pushed the evil sidekick out of the way, who
in turn grabbed the hero after her. They were trying to save each
other and in doing so were engulfed in flames in a matter of seconds.
There wasnt much left of their bodies.

Now, their souls on the
other hand

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(One year later)

Dusk was falling on a
cold December night. The air was heavy with the scent of rain and
people were hurrying home to a warm house with a warm meal and a warm
family. One creature was just hurrying.

A streak of dark orange
(so dark it was almost red) flew into an alley way and hid behind a
trashcan, shivering uncontrollably from the cold and from fright.
Seconds later, the pounding of large footsteps could be heard running
past the alley, a harsh voice cursing as the footsteps grew softer.

Damn cat, the
voice said. Got away. And me with my good net today.

As the footsteps and
cursing faded away, the dark orange form peeked out from behind the
trashcan. It was, in fact, a cat; a small cat, just barely past the
kitten stage, with large green eyes and pretty (well if it wasnt
so dirty) dark orange fur.

She blinked after the
large male human that had chased her for miles (or so it seemed to
the cat). He was gone. Finally.

She slowly emerged from
her hiding place and started to walk off when a certain smell reached
her nose. A fairly delicious smell.

Her little pink nose
lifted into the air and she turned back to the trash can beside the
one that shielded her from the human. Some wonderful smell was
wafting from the metal can and the small cats belly rumbled,
reminding her that she hadnt eaten in a while. She studied the
can, which seemed to have some sort of covering on it. Her green eyes
looked at the can beside it and an idea popped in her head.

With a slight wiggle of
her behind, the orange cat leaped up on the not so good smelling can
beside her goal. It too had a covering. And, with her tongue slightly
poking out from between her kitty lips, she reached across the small
gap between the two cans with her paw, intent on removing the
covering and delving into the feast she was sure was in the can.

A low warning growl
made her pause in her efforts. With a small sigh, she lifted her eyes
upward, wondering what cat god had it out for her today.

What are you doing
around my trash cans? a menacing voice asked from right behind
her.

She slowly straightened
up and turned around toward the voice. And her eyes widened at the
sight.

In front of her sat a
cat maybe a few months older than her with dark black fur and glowing
green eyes. But what seemed a little weird to the orange cat was the
hint of green in the black fur. Almost like it wasnt even there
when you stared at it for too long.

Well? the cat
asked, snapping the orange cat out of her trance.

Im hungry, the
smaller cat mewed. I havent eaten in-

Oh, boo-hoo, the
black cat snarled. Dont cry to me about it. Leave my trash cans
alone!

But-

LEAVE!

The orange cat almost
left. Almost. But right before she turned around to jump off the can,
she got angry.

You have no right to
claim these cans! They dont have your scent on them!

The black cat looked
surprised for maybe a second before her eyes narrowed dangerously and
a low growl bubbled from her throat. Alright, Kitten. I gave you
fair warning. Now, tremble at the wrath of Shego!

As the now proclaimed
Shego leapt at the orange cat, a thought entered the smaller
animals mind. Tremble at the wrath of Shego? What kind of
proclamation is that? And then they were both flying off the
trash can, the orange cat beneath her bigger and very angry opponent.

Once they landed, Shego
still on top of a winded orange cat, the smaller struggled out from
under Shego and darted a couple of inches away, her eyes big.

So, Shego
growled. Whats your name, Pumpkin? I want to know who you are
before I beat you.

Kim.

Shego snorted. Kim?
What kind of name is that? And without waiting for an answer, the
black cat pounced on the other cat once more.

But Kim was expecting
that this time and she met Shegos pounce with a swipe of her paw,
catching the black cat on her nose.

A soft snort of pain
followed the swipe and Shego landed, a hint of respect glittering in
her eyes.

Wow, Pumpkin. That
took guts.

Kim smiled, quite proud
of herself. However, her pride allowed Shego to lunge for her front
leg and bite into it.

Kim yowled in pain and
snatched her foot away, only to be swiped in the head. She fell to
the ground, her ears ringing and her leg pounding.

Now, leave! Shego
demanded again.

Kim knew she had been
beaten, and quite thoroughly. She pulled herself up and started to
limp away, trying to ignore the pain her foot, head, and growling
stomach made.

Shego, tough alley cat,
watched all this through narrowed eyes. But it wasnt in anger. A
small ball of concern had settled in her stomach and wouldnt
leave. She noticed how thin the cat was, how dingy her coat was, and
most of all, how dull her green eyes were.

Hey, Princess,
she yelled out to the limping figure. Go straight home to your
humans. Im sure theyre worried about you. She made
sure her voice was filled with sarcasm. She didnt want the prissy
cat to think she was soft.

Kim stopped walking and
her whole figure seemed to slump even lower. Why do you think I
have humans? she asked softly, not turning around.

Shego gave a deep
laugh. With a name like Kim you have to have humans!

The orange cat slowly
turned around, her eyes on the ground and her body sagging. I used
to, she said just as softly as before. But-but they didnt
want me.

Shego felt a knot form
in her stomach. She could see where this was going. And she didnt
like it.

I had a good home,
Kim continued. But one day they put me in a box, got in the car,
drove for a long time, and then dumped me in an alley and left.
She sat on her haunches and tried to suppress a shiver as a gust of
wind blew into the alley they were in. They didnt want me so
they got rid of me.

How long ago was
that?

Kim looked up at the
small slice of sky showing between the two buildings. Im not
sure, she muttered. A few settings of the sun.

Have you eaten?

Kims eyes snapped
back to look at Shego, curiosity clearly in those green depths but
that was quickly followed by anger. Why do you care? she
hissed, her anger getting the better of her. What to know more
about your little toy before you beat me up again? Does it make you
feel better that Im a little spoiled house-kitten?

Why do I care?
Shego thought.

Im leaving,
Kim said, her anger overriding the urge to eat. I dont want to
be in your way. And with that, the kitten started limping away
again, her growling stomach audible to Shegos ears.

Shes got guts,
Ill give her that, Shego thought. And after a few quick
seconds of thought, she nodded to herself.

Kim didnt hear the
soft padding of running footsteps until they were right up on her.
She turned around, her green eyes large and her back arched. And that
back didnt go down when she saw Shego in front of her.

What? she asked,
viciously.

Shego studied the
kitten before stepping closer. Ill help you get some food,
was all she said, her own green eyes staring into Kims.

What? Her voice
softer than before and her back a little less arched.

Ill help you.

Kim narrowed her eyes
at the black cat before her. Why?

Shego looked away.
Just because, okay? Besides, didnt your mother ever tell you to
not look a gift mouse in the mouth?

I didnt know my
mother, Kim said. She died pretty soon after I was born.

Shego just stared at
the orange cat. What kind of life did this supposedly pampered cat
live? How?

I dunno, Kim
said, her voice showing her frustration at the conversation. Why?
Did you know your mother?

Yeah, Shego
muttered. And she was a hellcat. I hated her guts. In fact, if a
dog hadnt killed her, I probably would have eventually.

Kim just stared at the
other cat. And blinked.

Anyway, lets go.
The humans are probably finished with their meals now. I know just
the place we can go.

She softly head butted
Kim and sauntered off. Kim blinked once more and scampered after her,
her foot stinging with every step. Hey, wait up! My foot hurts!

Damn, Princess,
Shego said as she slowed her pace only slightly. Do you always
whine this much?

Kim glared at the black
cats back. No. Im just tired, hungry, and hurt. I think I
have enough reason to whine. And on top of all of that, Im filthy.
I havent had any time to bathe in days.

Well, hopefully once
we get some food in your stomach, youll stop whining.

An irritated growl was
the only thing heard as the two cats ran out of the alley and into
the city, hunting for food.

To be continued