Kim Possible Porn Story: Canadian Wedding – Chapter 7

A/N: Chapter 7 is not too interesting, but certainly paves the way for the more Kigo-centric Chapter 8 that’s planned. Don’t worry, things are moving. On a side note, the last chapter was just one review away from a 1/12 chapter-review ratio, which I’m extremely proud with. So please, read, review, and let’s get the ratio back up. Opinions and suggestions are sorely needed as well ~VLU

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.

For the second time in a single week, Kim woke up sore and groggy, though thankfully missing the other signs of a hangover. Her body ached from a hundred different directions, mostly just numbed scratches, many of which seemed to be covered in bandages, she was thankful to discover. One was slightly too big for a simple band-aid.

Letting her eyes adjust to the heightened brightness of a peach-colored room, one of Kims hands trailed up her body, ending just beneath her breasts. Her ribs were sore, far worse than her head, and no doubt blotted an ugly purple. What was worse was that the entire reason her ribs were sore was because of her back, which was comfortably numb for now.

Lets see Kim murmured beneath her breath. Fingers, She waggled her digits, one after another, until every one of them had moved, Check. Toes, Next went her toes, dancing in her socks, Check. Eyes, Her eyes opened once more, but squeezed shut when the sun assaulted them again, Check. Ow

Everything seems to be in order, Kim surmised, finally feeling up to pushing herself to her elbows. Her back didnt just pop, it cracked and ripped, blotting out her senses with white-hot motes of light.

She had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming, squeezing her eyes shut as all of her muscles locked up. She arched as hard as she could against the bed, trying her hardest to keep from irritating the seared flesh of her backside.

Oh, come on, its not that bad. Shego insisted from the doorway, standing with her arms crossed above her chest.

Kim shot her an angry glare, squinting against the light, and completely ignoring the fact that Shego was wrapped in a towel and nothing else. You shot me! She growled angrily.

Yeah, I shot you with a ball of super-heated plasma. Shego admitted sarcastically. Which is why youre just a little toasted, and not powder from the neck down. You know how hard that shot was?

That earned another glare, and Kim hissed in pain before shouting; Yes!

Hard to make. Jeeze, quit whining. Shego huffed, stepping around the bed. Kim spotted Shegos destination in the corner. Rather, it was the corner, two sliding doors against the back of the room that Kim could only guess was a walk-in dresser larger than her room. At least, judging by the rest of the swanky pad that she could see, it was.

I mean, Ive got to put more force than heat in it, and thats basically like blowing a bubble out your nose thats oval instead of circular. And of course, Ive got to put just enough to launch you without snapping your spine. And even then, Ive got to play human billiards and blast you into a fridge smaller than you are.

You could have just let me die, Kim spat, struggling with her elbows until she was sitting, more or less.

Shego threw a glance over her shoulder as she slid the double-doors open. No can do, Dear. For one thing, thats still my job, no one elses. For another, well You are mine now, you know?

Bull. Kim replied flatly.

Tut, tut. Temper, Kimmie. Shego scolded, practically stating her amusement with her tone.

Its not every day that she gets to save my life by shooting me, after all, Kim admitted to herself sourly. She could remember the refrigerator just faintly before blacking out, but she could clearly remember thinking that it was her best shot. Apparently Shego thought so too, but Kim found herself more surprised that she would admit it. Im sorry, Kim murmured, just louder than a whisper.

Excuse me? Shego asked, popping her head from the dresser.

Thank you, for saving me. She responded. Her tone was a bit more mechanical than grateful, but it put a smile on Shegos face.

Youre very welcome. Shego replied in kind. Should have been taping that.

Hardee-har, Kim glanced back at Shego, almost fearing what the woman was doing as they talked, but thankfully found her sifting through a wide variety of jackets. On a stand in front of her, she already had a pair of pants and a blouse, as well as a set of, rather skimpy, undergarments.

Kim blushed, turning back to the wall she had been watching a bit too quickly. Dont call me that again. She said, before she could stop herself.

Shego hardly looked up from her clothes, responding with the same tone a married couple would discuss the newspaper with. What, Kimmie? I always call you that.

No, I meant Dear. Its just Awk-weird.

Right You know you can look, right? Its not like Id strip right in front of you. Shego insisted.

Kim turned just enough to see that Shego had dropped her towel already, though facing away from the redhead. Flaring bright red, Kim quickly snapped her head back into position, too embarrassed to react to the lilting laughter coming from her rival.

Made you look! Kim ignored the playful prodding, trying to get a better feel of the room around her. The peach color shed seen before was really just a light cream under a midday sun. It was large, lavish, and generously decorated with multiple armoires, desks, and dressers fit for queens. Nothing in it made her think of Shego, as much as she couldnt get the sight of her backside out of her mind. No blacks, no greens, no obvious collections of stolen merchandise or paintings.

I wish I had a Butt Like that, Kim thought sourly, her mind drifting from the setting in a complete three-sixty. Shed only seen the gentle, pale green, curve that lead to her sculpted ass before shed turned away, but it was enough to instill envy in the redhead. Shed always thought that the cat-suit wasnt leaving anything to the imagination, but she would admit to being wrong there.

Okay, Im dressed, Shego announced behind her. Kims head remained stiffly away from the woman. Oh, come on, you think Id pull the same trick on you twice? She asked, walking out of the dresser and towards the bed.

Yes. What did we do that night? Kim thought, as her thoughts on the womans figure went progressively more sexual.

Well the least you could do is stand up to leave the room, then. Shego huffed, moving around the bed and into Kims vision.

She was actually dressed this time, thankfully. Simple blue jeans, a tight green shirt, and a leather jacket slung loosely over her shoulder. Kim still blushed, keeping from meeting her eyes by throwing her gaze across the room again.

I dont think I can, actually She muttered, hardly loud enough for Shego to hear it. I might pass out.

Come on, youre still going on about that little burn on your back? It was said honestly enough that Kim wheeled on her, scowling up at the woman.

It goes from one side to the other! And its settled in this position, so if I move itll-

Shego rolled her eyes, cutting Kim off. Yeah, I get the picture. You bled enough on my bed, thanks a lot. The older woman turned and left the room with a sigh. Let me go get the ointment.

Ointment?

Several minutes later, Shego gently turned Kim over, pressing her flat against the bed on her stomach. Despite gentle actions, she never stopped ribbing the girl, going as far as pretending to cry like a baby as she settled Kim down.

The worst comment came as she was getting ready to straddle Kims hips. Crawling over her legs one-by-one, Shego had the nerve to remark, Nice ass, Princess, before dropping down unceremoniously on said body-part. With the way her hips grinded down, the only way she could have been more gratuitous was if she pulled off her pants first.

Shego, I swear

Shego just rolled her eyes again, picking up the bottle of ointment beside her. Fine, spoil my fun.

I was drunk, I have a boyfriend, it was a one time deal. What more do you need? Kim asked flatly.

Need your shirt off, for starters. Shego answered.

Kims face contorted in shock, almost painfully. What?!

Shirt, off. Doctor D.s Magic Burn Rub may turn into a airborne toxin when reacting with cotton. Symptoms of toxin may include swelling of the eyes, bleeding through your ears and nostrils, upset stomach, and death, She read diligently, word for word from the back of the package. Just to rub it in, she held the bottle out in front of Kims sideways head, letting her read the package.

Youre trying to kill me for all the stuff I said, arent you? Kim asked.

Shego laughed musically against her ear. Oh no, the changing thing, that pretty much got you back for that. Getting you to strip, and admit I saved your life, thats just a perk.

Youre sure this stuff works?

Trust me, if I wasnt, I wouldnt have it, and I sure as hell wouldnt use it.

Kim rolled her eyes, sarcastically replying, Like you actually use that stuff?

Well, you ever stopped to consider that maybe, what with the ability to melt metal, I might burn myself sometimes? Shego replied, matching her tone, as she tugged at the hem of Kims shirt. You know what molten metal feels like against skin?

Unfortunately, yes, Kim grumbled beneath her, lifting her arms to the beds oaken headboard nonetheless.

She wasnt likely to admit it, but she was thankful this was Shego instead of Ron. Shegos experience around burns and wounds showed, even sliding Kims shirt up her torso. She was careful around the charred flesh, yet moved quickly enough to show that she was well aware that Kim was still spending every moment in pain.

Shego was trying her hardest not to let her own trepidation show, chewing on her lip as she tossed the tee off to the side. Shed had her fair amount of flings before, but Kim was the forbidden fruit, a match to the villainess in almost every way, and perfect in many.

Even marred by the wide wound, her back was a delicate milky-white, showing few imperfections Shego hadnt put on her herself. Acting of their own accord, her hands traveled up, tracing Kims sides gently, dipping into the curve of her stomach, over her ribcage, and along to the sides of her breasts.

Shego, please Dont. She whispered beneath her, taking an unsteady gulp of air.

Come on, Princess, we shared something. Shego purred back. You cant deny all of it.

Kim squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, and Shego pulled her hands back. We didnt share anything, and you said you wouldnt speak of it again. Im trusting you, Shego. Just being here, Im trusting you, more than you might deserve. Just like youre trusting me not to elbow you and go for my Kimmunicator.

So you found it then?

Kim nodded. Everybody hides it in the top drawer. I havent touched it, but theyre going to come looking for me.

Shego, careful now not to touch the unmarked flesh, spread some of the clear gauze on her fingers, and started tentatively rubbing it over the wound. Kim sucked in a sudden breath of air, but was otherwise silent as she worked. Well, its not like I can stay here anymore. Nice place though, I could probably get top dollar for it.

Kim mumbled into the pillow in response.

I know, Princess. I dont expect little-miss-goody-goody to rat me out, but things are getting a bit too hot here for me. I cant count on Nerdlinger not to be tracing you here, for one thing, and those guys with the guns arent going to be too happy, either.

Guys with the guns? Kim repeated, shifting her head to peer at Shego with the side of her vision.

Out of habit, her fingers ducked under the palms of her hands, and Shego nodded. Yeah, guys with the guns. You really do have bad luck, Kimmie. Anyway, I see you, running off to help some poor fools, and no more than a block away is this guy waving a Kalashnikov around.

A forty-seven?

None other. So I

Shego slowed her bike to a stop behind an old church, one of the few remaining landmarks in the city. Thanks to some incredible speed, which came at the cost of an unneeded racket, she could just see Kim tight-roping over a downed pole in a far-off lot. More importantly, she could clearly see the man, now completely sure that hed noticed the teen hero, standing in a narrow alley with an assault rifle.

She wasnt the least bit worried, or the least bit focused, and just regarded him for several moments as her thoughts ran in circles in a loop. Shed asked the same question to herself, starting just as she entered the city on her bike, and it hadnt got out of her mind yet.

What would I do if I had Kim Possible? She thought once more. This time, unlike so many different scenarios that included sweat, frustration, and a lack of clothes, she thought about the romance. Shed never romanced a woman before, much less someone as undoubtedly hard to please as Kim.

Dinner in Florence or Rome? The skyline of Tokyo at sunrise? A week or two in Bangkok? What would Kim like?

The man, still trying to tell what Kim was doing, didnt notice as Shego hopped from her bike and walked calmly from the churchs shadows. He didnt notice the entire time it took Shego to walk silently up to him, only when Shego had struck him suddenly in the back of the neck.

It took practice to get that blow just right, but with Shegos experience, the man crumpled to the ground. His A-K clattered beneath him, and Shego stepped over to inspect his weapon and valuables. She pocketed his I-D and a business card, both of which she found in his wallet, and tossed the ammo clip, ejecting the round still in the gun.

They were real bullets, and there wasnt a natural-disaster force in the civilized world that would carry them. Another thing she noticed was the letter in his hands, as nondescript as a electric bill. She left that, careful not to disturb it.

Knock a man out, and hes likely to get up, brush himself off, and pretend it never happened. Start taking important things, and you wind up in shit-loads of unnecessary trouble.

Is it really worth it? She asked, stepping around the next few buildings to where Kim had been. Her sandwich was still there, sitting on the roof.

Well, were married, arent we? She Kind of Knows, I guess. And its not exactly risking the perfect friendship. We dont even like each other, after all.

And then shell ridicule you for trying Unless Well, we both know what we did, so she cant say a word against me if shes already done it.

The aftershock spread evenly under her feet, and experience with destroyed lairs helped her quickly regain her balance. She could hear the shrill cry of children in the background, covered by heavy Italian accents, and a quick order from Kim.

Great What sort of shit did you get yourself into this time, Pumpkin?

And then I saved you. Shego finished.

Okay Kim replied, pondering what Shego had said for a moment. So, you see me running off to help someone?

Yep.

And you see this guy with the AK.

Mmhm.

So you knock this guy out, and then you save me?

Exactly. Shego finished, obviously quite happy with her story.

So howd you get me out? Kim asked.

Shego raised an eyebrow. Burned you out. She stated simply. She was still sitting on Kim, still kneading the ointment into her back, earning an appreciative moan every once in a while.

Not out, out here, Kim specified.

Ah The guys who helped me save your ass found a blanket, so we wrapped you up and threw you on my bike. She answered, finally finishing her massage, though careful not to touch the bottle again.

A bike!? Kim nearly screeched.

Shego rolled her eyes, rolling off Kim, her hands held in the air for safety. Of course not. The blanket part was real though, but Ill need to head back to get my bike.

With this hole in my back, Im surprised they didnt airlift me out. If you even thought of putting me on a bike Kim muttered as Shego headed for the adjoined bathroom shed originally showed up from.

Her reply was a poorly hidden smirk. What hole?

Shifting to watch the woman leave, Kim had her mouth open before she realized that she was sitting on an elbow, and her back, though numb, was strangely comfortable. She stretched a hand back, feeling a slick ooze covering the entirety of the wound. It seemed to stretch over the charred flesh, holding it together.

She shouldnt have been surprised, with Doctor Drakkens occasional reputation for brilliance, but she couldnt help it. It was better than the gauzes Global Justice had hooked her up with, far better, and most definitely illegal, despite its uses.

It might take a few days for the scar to die down. Kim could hear Shego start the sink behind the corner. But youre going to want to take a cold shower pretty soon. I mean cold. Her head poked out from the doorway. Dont let it touch anything either. She suggested, eyes lingering, before lowering slightly. You want to roll over a bit, Princess?

Kim silently complied, giving her rival a questioning glare. Why? As soon as the word left her mouth, she noticed where Shegos eyes were pointing, and clapped her free hand over her breast, her face beet red and eyes wide. Shego!

Shego chuckled liltingly, further confusing the teen. Shed never acted this way before, not with all the innuendos that Kim had long since picked up on, or the often overly-friendly manner that had confused Kim before their Canadian night. Shed gone far past flirtatious since theyd met last.

Cant blame a girl for trying, Shego purred. The showers free. Bandages are at the top of the medicine cabinet, and Ill grab you some clothes that should fit, then I need to go grab my bike. Should take an hour, maybe.

Thank you, Kim replied, sounding grateful, but still irritated. Several moments of sitting and staring at each other, before Kim started feeling awkward, passed until she realized that Shego had no intention of moving or turning away. So let me guess, now you want some sort of reward? Her tone switched to downright vicious.

Shego didnt move, she just raised an eyebrow.

Fine, get your fill. It wont happen again.

The injured teen picked herself off the bed, dropping the arm that had been covering her breasts. She walked determinedly towards Shego, intent on getting her point across. The point being that they were over, and nothing would happen between them.

She expected Shego to glance down, but the villainess never took her eyes from the scowl that Kim had plastered to her face. Her expression, calm and patient, never dropped either. Kim found the low smirk annoying, and stomped past into the bathroom.

Kims mind was drawn from her annoyance with Shego when she stepped into the shower several minutes later, and, turning the water on, found out why Shego had emphasized the word cold so much. To her credit, she only blacked out for several minutes.