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Lust, Like it or Not
🕑 Added 2024-10-04 13:00:17 +0000 UTCDeep within the bowels of Dr. Drakken’s not-so-secret lair Shego roams its labyrinth of corridors, if anything, out of sheer boredom. It’s been weeks since the duo have absconded with any secret plans, stolen a priceless piece of antiquity, or even robbed a bank. Hell, she’d be happy to rob a liquor store if it meant she wouldn’t be cooped up in Drakken’s fortress of ineptitude for another day.
Drakken, sequestered in his laboratory, has been working on something. Something secret, diabolical, and born of pure evil genius, that requires his full and undivided attention…in Drew’s mind's eye. Not unlike 99% of his countless devices, death rays, and other hare-brained schemes..something utterly boring and frivolous in Shego’s mind's eye.
Drakken: Shego!
The villainess rolls her eyes at the shrill voice echoing down the hallway, halfway in the middle of making herself a peanut butter and banana sandwich in the lair’s kitchen. When she’s bored, she eats…and it goes straight to her hips.
Drakken: Shego! Come here this instant!
Shego glances at the ceiling, growling in irritation, as she slams the jar of peanut butter down on the counter. Turning, she can’t help but pull at her g-string, digging into the soft flesh above her hip bone. Goddamned boredom eating.
Trudging down the corridor, Shego meanders into Drakken’s lab…munching on her sandwich.
Shego: (talking with her mouth full) What?! What’s so damned…
Before she can finish her sentence, Shego is met with a blinding flash of light. She should be mad, furious in fact, but all the villainess can think about is…
Shego: …important?
Drakken watches as his raven-haired companion blinks at him, her half-eaten sandwich falling from her hand. Did it work? Drakken looks down at his newest invention with a look of confusion…and apprehension, dreading the impending blast of green plasma from Shego if it didn’t work.
Well, it wasn’t really -his- invention, a ray gun that makes its intended recipient temporarily fall madly in love with its user. That pudgy, little nerd…and conveyor of Kim Possible techno-gadgetry…was happy to part with it after a promise of some high-grade plutonium by way of a certain East Asian hermit kingdom. A little tinkering, some soldering, and a lot of late-night brainstorming later…and -love- should not be what the device produces.
Shego can’t help herself. Her irritation with the blue villain instantly melts away, suddenly replaced with the desire to…
Drakken watches as a look of pure lust appears on the green woman’s face. Within seconds, gone is her uniform…and gone are her underthings, baby fat be damned. Drew can only stare at her, bug-eyed, as the nude woman claws at his greatcoat’s belt, eager to get at what’s inside.
Hours later, Shego slowly opens her eyes, a blue face coming into focus beneath her. The giant, albeit deflated member inside her is a familiar feeling, but how it got there isn’t. The green woman attempts to raise herself atop the blue mass, her arms and legs shivering like they are made of jello. From breasts to nethers, gluelike tendrils of dying come stretch between them. Everything…from her knees to her jawbone, and everything in between…is sore, like she’d just finished running a marathon and duked it out with a certain redheaded do-gooder.
Finally, to her hands and knees, Drakken’s goo-covered member lands against his abdomen with a weighty ‘splat’, Shego letting out a halting exhale of a sigh as it exits her.
Shego: Th-thh-the fuck?
Still slightly dazed, Shego peers around the laboratory…clothes and underthings scattered about. Amongst them, however, is something familiar looking…Shego reaches out a picks up the heart-shaped ray gun. Sitting back on her haunches, she eyes the device…and the almost childlike scrawl of Drew’s handwriting around its control knob. It has ten positions, the first being “hand-ie” and the last labeled “fuck'd into puddle”…and it’s set on the tenth position.
Shego: DREW THEODORE LIPSKY!!
A snoozing Drakken’s eyes pop wide open, confused and startled, staring at a sweat-faced and furious-looking Shego looming above him. In one hand she holds the ray gun, her other hand ablaze in green plasma.
Drakken: (meekly) Oh shit.
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Original Art by Gagala
Edits by Phillipthe2
