Kim Possible Porn Story: Canadian Wedding – Chapter 3

A/N: I’d like to thank all the people who’ve reviewed thus far. That includes the compliments, the suggestions, and the constructive criticism, all of it. Without it, I doubt I would have tried to write this one so fast. For that though, I am partially sorry, since I feel that my quality might suffer when I write things like this, but I do enjoy being consistent. Now, like last time, I would very much appreciate all your suggestions, so give me whatever you’ve got. This time though, I’d also like anyone reading to try to spot whatever typos I may have left in this from not reading it over, or anything that I greatly need to fix. It’d be very appreciated. ~VLU

As opposed the beautiful vistas of her Vancouver penthouse, Doctor Drakkens geothermal lair built into the side of Mount Kilauea was a humbling sight for its malicious visage alone. It had been built low on the volcanos side, between the cone and the ocean, where the only landmarks were rocks that had overlapped each other, forming odd patterns like that of melting rubber. The lair had a similar motif on the outside as well, looking much like the lava had poured over the ground, then raised up like a ramp, before dripping down the edge of a otherwise metallic black building. The outside had only a single door on it, which lead all of three feet before terminating into a sulfur vent.

To truly understand the might of the Lava Hut, as Drakken had called it, one who had to go underwater, and through the series of inactive magma tubes that had once emptied into the ocean, before closing over. Beneath the ground, the lair spiraled and twisted, ending in rooms only at the most solid points of the earth, while other corridors lead only to dangerous pitfalls, or the escape pods that lay docked just off the coast.

The entire setup made it one of the most complex, if not the most complex, buildings on earth. Simply to build it had taken pinpoint planning, and to make sure the lava never flowed over the top of the building, or up from the vents below, to a mastery of geological weapons that Drakken had invented over the years. The base was said to be indestructible, from outside sources at least, and Drakken had prided himself on it for years.

Shego thought it smelled like rotten eggs. Even with the dome of Drakkens hovercraft covering the normally open vehicle, and the air set to inside long before she approached Hawaii. It smelled exactly like rotten eggs. Living with Drakken and a venerable gaggle of henchmen had taught her that.

The lair, complex and costly or not, did nothing but sour her mood, especially after hours of nonstop flight just to reach it. Drakken probably wouldnt even be there, since from what she remembered of the night before, Kim had her sidekick occupied elsewhere. Not that Shego needed anything to do with the man. What she desperately needed at the moment was a stay in Tuscany or Rome. Italy scored big points in her book for their quiet vistas, where she could relax and focus on anything but her annoying rival, who seemed to never be a step away from her mind.

Every time she thought of the strange smells emanating from her shirt, Kims shirt actually, or her pants, she couldnt help but picture the terrified redhead trying her best to escape. That, or Kim throwing up right in her face. She could still feel bile caked to her neck, and it pissed her off to no end. For the entire Canada to Hawaii journey she felt putrid, and her mood had suffered for it the entire way.

It didnt help that not only did Kim seem rightfully appalled by their marriage, she seemed appalled just to be around Shego. The very thought of being friends with Shego might as well have been against Gods will. To her, it was like they had never been friends after she had been hit by the attitudinator, or maybe she just wanted to forget the entire thing ever happened.

By the time the hovercraft was lowering towards the water, and the entrance to the Kilauea lair, Shegos blood was boiling as much as the lava in the volcano above her. Her teeth were gritted, eyes low and focused beyond what she could see. Kim was pissing her off without even being there.

With a muffled curse, she brought her hands down, slamming them into the hovercrafts dashboard. Damn goody-goody! She shouted, just to bring a voice to her anger. She wasnt sure who she was more angry at, herself for slipping up in front of Possible, or Kim for freaking out and blowing the entire thing out of proportion.

The hovercraft slid silently into the water, which automatically bubbled over the raised dome as the air beneath it escaped. Beneath the water, the entire coast was shrouded in typical greenish-blue water, but soot and ash from the undersea vents coated the ground beneath. Random puffs would blow up as the hovercraft navigated, shooting over the dome and settling above. This entire piece of the island had been created over the past thousand years though, and new lava rock covered much of the ocean floor.

Shego didnt pay much attention to that, instead opting to focus on where she was piloting the circular vessel. She carefully navigated it between several rivers of recent rock, which formed arches surrounding a narrow vent far beneath the water. The only evidence of being manmade was the tiny red beacon deeper in the vent, glowing much like she had seen real lava vents do on television.

Rather than navigate the often-fatal series of tubes with just the hovercrafts headlamps, Shego opted for the easy way out, flicking a switch that illuminated the entire tunnel in light blue wires. The telemetry from the beacon, which she passed without trouble, and the beacons after it, each one located up a different winding path, fed directly into the hovercrafts computer. The autopilot would even have no trouble going through the winding tunnels, not that Shego trusted it for a second.

As Drakkens inventions often went, much of the collisions from the tunnels came not from pilot error, but from a beacon telling them that there was no wall in front of them. Just like how the last time shed trusted a microwave to cook her food right, it had spat the plate back at her, coming within an inch of beheading her. Trusting Drakken was for fools, and Shego knew she was no fool.

Almost mockingly though, the wedding band on her hand caught the lights of the dock she was approaching. Im a damned idiot, arent I, Princess? She asked the band while the hovercraft raised.

Her memories turned back to Kims face as she found her in the shower with a sigh. Doy.

Unlike Kim though, she could remember past their initial confrontation. She could remember up to the point where theyd finished off the rest of the alcohol at Boreal, and shed propositioned the teen hero as they made their way to Vancouver. She had been the one to hit on Kim, at first at least, and her gut twisted just thinking about it. As far as stupid moves went, she rated that as high as most of Drakkens.

Shego parked the hovercraft just above the waterline. The entire thing reeked in her opinion, and she wasnt planning on coming back this way any time soon. She had a lear jet parked in this lair anyway, courtesy of Drakken owning the company that made them, and it had a much needed shower compartment and a change of clothes.

Of course, having been to this lair before told her that the hangar was the opposite way she was heading, towards the center of the compound where Drakken, or at least some hired maid, would most likely be located. She stopped in the middle of a corridor, looking down towards the entrance to the main hub in the lair.

The question on her mind was if she really wanted to see her boss at the moment. Her entire job with him consisted of getting into fights with Kim, exhilarating, mind-blowing, nearly orgasmic fights normally, where she could feel her heart pumping so hard she couldnt even hear anything else. But still, it was always Kim, and Kim was the one person she didnt want to face. To take a vacation shed have to tell her boss, some way or another, that she was leaving. But that raised another question, did she want to come back at all?

Kim had mounted the Global Justice transport hours before, planning on catching a few hours of sleep and never thinking of Vancouver again. Apparently, Wade had informed the entire crew that shed spent the last day chasing Shego through Canada, and they gave her some much needed space as she tucked away in a corner to nap.

Her kimmunicator had other plans though, judging by the musical tone it played just an hour into her nap. She pulled it out with one hand, groaning uncomfortably at the light it let loose when Wades face appeared on the screen. Her hangover, toned down as it was now, had never fully left her. The headache had been souring her mood for hours already.

Good morning, Kim. Youre about halfway to Drakkens compound, I just wanted to give you a rundown of the defenses before you got there. The rounded boy said, sounding all to bright and cheerful, in contrast of Kims dreadful mood.

Um. Was all she could come up with. Obviously shed slept through the part where he told her what was going on. Okay?

Alright. His lair is built into Mount Kilauea, the most active volcano on earth. It uses a complex shield generator to hold the lava back from the vents its built into, and drilled holes around it to let them vent just out of their way. As he talked, the kimmunicators picture changed, showing a basic video rundown of the spiraling complex beneath the volcano, as well as the vents that all linked together near its base. Its amazing that he managed something of that scale at all.

Kim pursed her lips and nodded, though if Wade had been paying attention, hed see that she still didnt know what was going on. Good for him.

Yeah. GJ loaned us a special forces heat suit for this one, you can go in through this manmade lava tube, With that said, a bright red dot appeared over the wireframe model of the vent, To get to this one that leads straight to the lair. Ill hack the generator and shut it off right before you pass through it. The lava pressure is low enough right now that it shouldnt even be near those vents.

Nodding again, Kim said, Okay. Why?

Wade went into boy genius mode almost immediately. Well, the last eruption shot enough lava out that it hasnt had a chance to build up underground, and force the stuff at the top-

Wade, She cut him off, giving him a stern look. Didnt Ron take him in yesterday? Why am I doing this?

The short hacker seemed rather shocked, his mouth forming a O for what seemed like minutes. Nobody told you?

Told me what?

He laughed sheepishly, almost like he was afraid of what shed do next. Well, Drakken hijacked the transport. Ron, the entire GJ team, theyve all been kidnapped. Youre going in there to get them out.

Towards the front of the military transport, the blue-clothed personnel jumped at the sudden sound of something slamming into an inanimate object. They shot glances back at the passenger cabin, thought better of it, then turned back to their conversation.

In the back, Kim raised her head up from the back of the next seat, and slammed it forward again. It wasnt half as painful as it sounded though. She couldnt even really feel it beyond the headache that she was sure would plague her for the rest of the week.

She was entirely convinced that this was somehow either Shegos fault, for just being her own annoying self, or Gods fault, for her having married Shego. She hit her head against the backrest once more, before finally leaving it there.

Wade, still looking up with the swivel-eye on her kimmunicator, gave her a worried look. Uh, Kim? You okay?

Kim could only nod against the backrest. Dandy. Had the best day of my life yesterday, and its only getting better. She finally rose, letting her head fall back to her own backrest.

The kimmunicator laughed at her. Maybe you should leave the sarcasm to Shego. Wade offered. He seemed surprised when she hit her head against the seat once more.

That had been an hour and a half ago. Kim had spent the entire ride sitting in the cabin alone, asking God what she did wrong, and continued to come up with the same answer. She had let Shego challenge her, she had let her insult her, and finally, she had accepted the challenge. Shego had probably done the same thing to get them married, goaded her on by calling her a lightweight goody-goody, or something along those lines.

She had even promised herself not to think of Shego for the next week at least, but the villain was at the forefront of her mind even now. After that, Kim had suited up, parachuted out above the ocean, and sailed down to the worlds most active volcano.

The supposed stealth heat suit was only stealthy because it was black, instead of the standard metal-suit silver. It still looked like she was wearing a box of tin-foil, even if it was sleeker to allow for more combat maneuvers. And it didnt make her the least bit happy when she identified the smell inside the suit as what still coated Shegos shirt. She would have begged for sulfur rather than that.

Landing in a lava tube was all too easy for her, and Wade did his regular bang-up job with the shield generator. All in all, it took her only twenty minutes from plane to lair entrance, twenty minutes with the only smell being Shego, like the older woman was standing over her shoulder the entire time. She hadnt even taken off the ring, and could feel it catching onto the suit with ever shift of her fingers.

She promised herself as she stripped out of the suit to go straight home after this. DNAmy could be releasing rabid kitten-vipers on the whole of New York for all she cared, she was going to go back to Middleton, take a shower, a bath, and another shower, and curl up in bed in her own pajamas. Shed shove the ring, the clothes, and the Canadian marriage license in some dark corner, perhaps down in the basement or under one of her floorboards, and never think of it again.

Having that sort of plan made going into mission mode just a bit more bearable. Finally back to her cargo pants and Shegos Hendrix t-shirt, Kim snuck out of the old lava vent, and into the main lair. She was automatically struck by dj vu, after ending up in a corridor designed exactly like those in Boreal. In fact, despite the occasional twist where the plans had dodged a sulfur vent or a lava tube, the layout was exactly the same. She had no problem making her way to the command center.

The telltale clang of boots did startle her though, but seeing the dimwitted thugs that Drakken hired, complete with spiffy red suits, traipsing about the corridors actually eased her mind. They snorted as they passed her hiding spots, some just jabbering endlessly to their teammates. Others, with slightly more imagination, seemed to wait until just when they passed into her view before they reached back to scratch their asses under their uniforms. It was definitely a good sign though. Drakken never seemed to trust his guards being around his equipment, or vice versa, especially after one particularly bright group of individuals blew up Drakkens Montana lair long before Team Possible made it to the state.

Kim easily slipped around the wandering teams of goons, popping in and out of the shadows that were afforded by problems drilling through lava rock, or building into them. Just minutes later, and counting only twenty goons total, she ended up in the control center, complete with a moat of glowing green water, red walls, couch, and television. Even the control panel seemed to have been ripped straight out of Boreal.

Before she entered the room, she ducked behind, and beneath the railing of the lava tube, ending up under the grates that leveled out the more circular tubes. She could hear the indicative prattle of the blue scientist from well outside the room, his voice reaching up into a crescendo, pausing for brief periods of maniacal laughter, and finally returning to the same roaring upsurge. He sounded quite pleased with his newest plan.

To bad its going to fail, she told herself with a smirk, finally getting back into the mood for a fight. Maybe Shego will be here too. And with that single thought, her mood plummeted back into the sewer it had crawled from.

And now, all I need to do is trade your life for Kim Possibles, and no one will be able to stop my latest death ray! Drakken was shouting, just ending his speech as Kim snuck into the room, beneath the floor. It only allowed her a foot of clearance at the good areas, but she could see the leaning edge of a loose grate directly beneath Ron.

Um, yeah. Didnt you just do this yesterday? Isnt there like a villain rule; Can only try to take over the world once per week? Ron was asking, doing a brilliant job of stalling Doctor Drakken, who twirled to him with a dramatically raised eyebrow, without even knowing it. Him, and what looked to be an entire squad of Global Justice soldiers, all decked in blue, were hanging from separate chains in the roof, each one with a stone pillar sticking from the ground behind them. Though, perhaps curiously, the pillars didnt appear to have any real purpose.

Drakken turned back to his death ray, grumbling. The thing looked like a prop from a old forties movie about aliens, with a tip ending in a bulb, several disks sticking out of the cannon, and several more rounded parts along barrel. Maybe under Henchs rules, but Im an independent. Itll be a cold day down here before you see me paying that much just to take over the world. He whined.

Dude, is that why youre using a prop from Flash Gordon? Come on, death ray, seriously? Ron asked with a snorting laugh.

Kim waited until Drakken was entirely transfixed on his invention, presumably to show that it worked, before she quietly slid the grate from above her. She came up right behind Ron, with two GJ officers on either side, and brought her lipstick out from her cargo pants.

A prop? This device can render all other weaponry on the planet obsolete! And Im the only one who could possibly get it to work. The scientist pulled his goggles over his eyes, laughing maniacally once more.

Yeah, sure.

Kim popped the lid on her newest lipstick, twisting it so the pointed red stick appeared from the tube. After having found out that Drakkens newest materials could withstand lasers, Wade had designed a special chemical that melted metals without harming organic matter. Standing on her tiptoes, she slathered a good deal on the chains while both Ron and Drakken were busy bantering with each other.

And Im sure Doctor Zarkov will be proud. Ron said, dripping with sarcasm.

Drakken scoffed, but didnt turn to see Ron drop to the ground. Oh please, everyone knows Ming the Merciless was ten times better.

Kim handed off her lipstick to Ron, who moved to work on the chained GJ agents, while she took a step towards the mad scientist. Shed studied her surroundings over and over again, but caught no green or black yet. She was thankful that she didnt have to run into her again, not this soon.

After what you said, you should be thankful, her inner voice said. She bit her lip.

Sorry to cut your sci-fi convention short here, Doc. She said, slipping easily into her cocky tone that was reserved only for points like this. But I think its time for you to put up your toys.

She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the sight of him freezing, and ringing his hands in the air. She could almost swear to hearing an unintelligible string of curses coming from his direction. Kim Possible! Drakken shouted, twisting about dramatically. I was hoping Shego had finished you off once and for all.

Sorry, Drakken, but we actually had a lovely time last night. Her tone may have been spitting out sarcasm, but her brain was trying its best to kill her tongue right then. Give it up, Drakken.

A smile was her most obvious response from the scientist. I think- not! With a shout, he dove behind the death ray. Shego! Get in here and kill them!

Time, for Kim at least, seemed to slow as her head darted about. Across from her, Drakkens head turned too, both surveying every possible entrance into the control room, both trying to catch sight of the familiar green and black.

Shego? But by then, it had become obvious that she wasnt coming, and four beefy GJ agents were all advancing menacingly towards the blue man, knuckles cracking ominously.

I guess youre out of luck this time, Doc. Her voice had become more laid back though, perhaps even a bit regretful. She shook it off as wanting a clear fight with the woman though.

The four men pounced, and Ron turned to Kim, a wide grin splitting his face. Booyah, KP. What took you so long?

Kim pursed her lips uncomfortably. Sorry, Ron, I got caught up in Vancouver. It wasnt an exact lie, just a half truth. Still, there was a knot developing in her gut just from thinking about lying to her best friend, and she knew it would only get worse by the time she talked to her parents. The sooner she could put the entire episode behind her, the better.

Nothing seemed to be wrong too Ron though, he simply clapped her on the shoulder, then started rubbing his wrists. Well you could have called at least, you know how bad it is having to sleep with cuffs on your hands? His comment was emphasized by him shaking his wrists and wiggling his fingers. Im going to have bruises for weeks.

Ill make it up to you later, Kim promised. Her hands were both down near her hips, with her left covering the rights ring finger. Say, Bueno Nacho, tomorrow?

Ah booyah! Ron shouted, jumping up and down happily. He seemed to just notice the four officers carrying Drakken towards the service elevator out of the corner of his eye. Ah, sorry KP, but I have to jet. Im not letting him out of my sight again.

Go on ahead. Ron nodded, jogging off towards the men and their prisoner. Kim couldnt find it in her to race after them though. Her sour mood had shifted into the familiar heart-pounding adrenaline high, but that too had left her in just the few minutes. She felt strangely hollow now, empty, like there was something missing without facing Shego. Perhaps even something to do with the marriage license in her pocket, and the ring she hadnt found the will to remove.

Thinking back though, the only parts that rung well enough in her mind was the downtrodden look on her rivals face with her final comments. In all her years bantering and fighting the woman, she didnt think Shego had ever looked so hurt, and that caused her an uneasy amount of grief. She really shouldnt have cared what Shego thought, even if the two had been friends once. Trying to kill her a hundred times made up for going on a double date once. She wasnt quite sure if it made up for through better or worse though.

Kim walked unsteadily towards a long corridor, staring down the dark tunnel that seemed to go on forever. It seemed painfully empty, like her own pain was resonating into it. And she couldnt quite figure out just what was wrong, or how to fix it.

Without a word, and still deep in thought, Kim turned and headed back towards the service elevator, where Ron was busy patting down her arch-foe. She never saw the figure at the end of the tunnel, staring through the same emptiness, feeling a very similar pain. She never saw the figure turn away, heading back through the docks, and towards the hangar on the other side of the facility.

Shego had come to the conclusion that she had to do some soul searching. She left everything but her keys, taking her lear jet that was located several miles from Kilauea, and leaving without a word, to Kim or Drakken.

So, what happens next? Does Shego do her soul searching? Does she end up back working for Drakken, or at a familiar locale? And what happens to Kim from here?