The Better Option (Kim Possible)
A/N: The Better Option was a commissioned fic originally written in three parts from August to October of 2018. Compiling it now into a one shot for people to enjoy.
Summary: Shego is sick and tired of Drakken's shit. She's sick and tired of being second fiddle to a bumbling failure of a villain. Not that she minds being a henchwoman... she just needs the right villain. Luckily, she knows just where to get one.
Thes: Fucked Silly, Dom/Sub, Rough Sex
-x-X-x-
Here she was again, sitting in the back of a prison truck, everything past her wrists covered in heavy restraints. Across from her sits her boss… Drakken. Shego can't help but curl her lip a little at the thought. Working for Drakken has NEVER worked for her. Being his… henchwoman has proven to be a waste of her ti, again and again.
Not every failed plan ends like this of course, with them in custody and being bussed off to prison. But more than enough do, and all of his ideas end up failing in the end. And she's sick of it. She really is. Most of all because-
"Well, Shego? What are you waiting for?! Break us out already!"
Because of that. Because she was Drakken's crutch, and she'd always been his crutch. The blue bastard was a failure at everything he did, and only because of her did he remain free. But then, if she left him, where would she go? Who would she turn to? He paid on ti, if nothing else, and she had rather expensive tastes.
There was always Junior… but no. No, Shego had no desire to work with that idiot again. Especially when his dick was so damn… well, let's just say Junior was one hundred percent compensating for sothing and leave it at that. But then who?
"Shego! Are you ignoring ?"
There was only one man that Shego had ever actually enjoyed working for. At least, partially. There was the bit where he threatened to kill her… but then, what super villain wouldn't? Drakken, that was who. And of course, anyone who she could carefully regulate the Evil of. A plan begins to form in Shego's mind in that mont. Her power creeps down her arms and her restraints begin to lt off of her hands.
Always keep so of your strength in reserve. She'd learned that early on, learned to use her power in such a way that it didn't kill when it hit. It ant people always underestimated her.
"Finally, Shego! Now, be careful when you do mine, I don't want any burns!"
Rising in the still moving prison transport, Shego smiles at Drakken… and then she turns and leaves him behind, still restrained, still sat. She heads to the back of the truck with a bit of a sway in her hips as she tosses a wave back over her shoulder, as well as a casual resignation.
"Sorry, Drakken baby. But I think this is where we part ways. I'll be cutting ties from this mont on. Co looking for , and you won't like what I do to you. Ta-ta."
"What?! Shego! Shegoooo!"
But she's already burning a small hole in the back doors of the prison truck. Precise and perfect so that she can kick them open and leap out the back of the moving vehicle. No caravan this ti, and the soundproofing on the truck ans they won't realize she's escaped for a good while. Kneeling in a crouch on a dimly lit road, Shego watches the prison truck and Drakken continue on their way with a wicked grin on her face.
Then, she rises and makes her way off into the night. She had a certain helt to procure, and then a boy to visit. And if all went well… she'd finally be working with soone who could actually get the job done.
-x-X-x-
Ron was sleeping when it happened. But being the sidekick to a girl like Kim Possible for so long had long since taught the blond boy to sleep lightly. And so, he woke up right as a bright green glow appeared at the end of his bed. There Shego stood, in all of her evil, but also unfairly sexy glory, staring at him with a wicked grin on her light green face.
Swallowing thickly, Ron sat up and just looked at her.
"Uh… hey?"
"Hey."
And then her fist is in his face and the pulse of green is followed by darkness.
-x-X-x-
When Ron wakes up next, he feels very different indeed. And not just because he took a fiery fist to the face last thing he rembered. No, this was more like… glancing around, he quickly found what he was looking for. And who, as well. Shego was sat off to the side of the bed he found himself lying on, and next to her on the table was the Attitudinator.
Staring at it for a mont, Ron cocks his head to the side, frowning slightly.
"Hm. This is… interesting."
Shego grins a little.
"How you feeling, Stoppable?"
"Like I was just cold-cocked and kidnapped from my own bed, before being dragged to who knows where."
The dry response only makes Shego's smile grow wider still as she rises from her chair, leaving the helt behind and swaying her way over to the bed.
"You're in one of my safe houses. Mine, not Drakken's. No one knows about this place. No one but … and now you."
"I see. And?"
Shego's smile falters just a bit, but she forces it back up onto her face as she gets closer still.
"And? And?! And I just gave you a little attitude adjustnt! Surely you can tell, you're already acting differently, Stoppable!"
She's close enough now… so Ron lashes out, his hands pressing down into the bed as his feet co up and wrap around Shego's neck. In a mont, the blond boy has used his Monkey Kung-Fu to pin the older woman down to the bed, his thighs wrapped around her neck and his crotch rubbing into her chin as he slowly chokes the life out of her.
Shego's eyes widen at this, but even as he hears the telltale swoosh of her flas, Ron has his hands on her wrists and is pushing her own hands up against the corners of her eyes. She can break free of him… but she'll burn out her own sight in the process. He knows full well that her skin is immune to her own flas… just as he knows, or at least suspects, that her eyes aren't so lucky.
Realizing this, the light-green villainess extinguishes her green flas. In response, Ron loosens the grip of his thighs just enough for her to breathe again, inches from passing out. Shego gasps for breath as Ron finally speaks.
"Yes, Shego. You gave an attitude adjustnt. You made evil… but not Evil with a Capital E. Is that it? Just enough evil to make rethink my morals and change my stance on things… just enough evil to make competent again. The sa competence you so obviously treasure from our brief ti together the last ti the Attitudinator was used on ."
"T-That's right… that's exactly right. Did it work? Or do I need to put you under the helt again, Stoppable?"
Ron lets go of Shego's wrists and instead grabs her face, caressing it with his palms. It's a power play, and they both know it as he leans in close, bending his spine so he can stare her in the eye from inches away. He's essentially leaving himself completely open to her… but they ALSO both know she won't attack, not at this point.
"Shego… if this relationship is going to work, you'll need to show more respect. I don't expect you to start calling Master at the drop of a hat, but Sir or Boss will do. Is that clear?"
The villainess, older than him by a few years but still absolutely stunning, shivers beneath him as his silken tone ghosts over her ears.
"Crystal."
Ron smiles then, the blond boy leaning back and finally releasing Shego's neck from his leg-lock entirely, his hands leaving her face. He easily spins off the bed, almost effortlessly as he lands on one hand palm down, and then cos back up out of a picture-perfect half-cartwheel. Then, his axe kick slams into the Attitudinator on the table, breaking the helt right on the spot.
Shego watches him for a mont from the bed, before she speaks up as he turns back to her.
"You know those things are a di a dozen, right? Like, I bought one off of Hench Co. for ten grand literally yesterday in order to use it on you tonight."
Ron chuckles, even as he walks back over to the bed, his eyes never leaving Shego… or more precisely, never leaving her body.
"I know. Just like I'll know if you try to buy another one, Shego. If there's one thing I won't tolerate, it's insubordination. If you try to change , alter , or shift towards one alignnt or another again, I will punish you. You've made your bed, my dear. Now you must lie in it."
Shego bites her lower lip at that. This… this boy. He wasn't at all like the Pure Evil she rembered, nor was he the bumbling buffoon she'd fought against for so long. In fact, he wasn't acting much like a boy his age at all.
"My bed, you say? Punish ? Stopp- I an, Boss… you should know that you shouldn't talk to a lady like that unless you intend to back it u-mmph!"
And just like that, Ron is kissing her. The blond boy has her pinned down to the bed again before Shego can even react, and all she has ti to think about is how FAST he really is when he wants to be, before she's thinking about nothing but the way he's kissing her, the way he's holding her down, the way he's grinding his body against hers. They make out like that for what feels like an eternity, Ron's tongue exploring her mouth as she finds herself submitting to a boy who's several years her junior.
But in this set of circumstances, it's not age that matters. Ron Stoppable, with just the right of evil in his veins, is ten thousand tis the villain Drakken could ever hope to be. And that only has Shego all hot and randy as she squirms beneath Ron, moaning into his insistent, domineering mouth. She's made the right choice, she's sure of that now. And even if he hadn't told her that she had to live with this new status quo, Shego would have been happy to do so.
When he finally pulls back, she can feel his hard-on pressing through his shorts against her crotch. And she knows he can feel the heat and sopping wetness of her pussy, even through her jumpsuit.
"Take it off. All of it."
When he lets her go and pulls away, Shego quickly scrambles out of the bed to do so. Only halfway through does she even think to make it sexy, by that point her breasts on full display as she starts to shimmy her way out of the tight, form-fitting costu where it hugs around her wide hips. She notices Ron watching her then, and smiling a little smile, moves much more slowly as she sways her hips side to side, dragging her jumpsuit down off of her body the rest of the way.
Once she's completely naked, Shego takes her ti straightening up as well. She stays turned away from him for a mont, at least partially. Allowing him to take in her perfect backside and the soft swell of one side of her breasts as she looks back over her shoulder at him, Shego grins wickedly.
"How do you want … Boss?"
Ron stares for a mont more before slowly reaching for his boxers. He pulls them down and releases his hard cock, and Shego's eyebrows lift in surprise at his size. She knew he was tenting quite substantially, but this… damn, Stoppable had been packing so heat.
"I'll let you decide, Shego."
It's in that mont that Shego realizes it's the boy's first ti. It hits her like a lightning strike. He can't… he can't possibly have had any other sexual experience. But he radiates such confidence, such force of will. Surely… no, she had to rember that he hadn't been like this re hours before. This was what she had created… and it was up to her to take responsibility for it.
Crawling back onto the bed, Shego faces away from Ron, getting on her hands and knees. Reaching down between her legs as she once again regards him over her shoulder, Shego spreads her pussy lips wide, showing him just how wet and ready she is.
"Go on then. Take , sir. And don't make it slow or gentle either."
Moving into position behind her, Ron grabs a handful of one of her light green ass cheeks, prompting a pleasured gasp from the villainess, even as he uses his other hand to guide his cockhead up to her waiting, ready cunt. And then he's inside of her. He takes her advice, and Shego doesn't have cause to regret her words as Ron Stoppable, backed by a change to his moral alignnt via the Attitudinator, as well as his surprisingly powerful body, trained for Monkey Kung-Fu, pounds her into the bed with all his might.
"Fuck yessss… FUCK YESSS! Just like that, Stoppable, just like th-gah!"
"What did I say!"
"Mm, shorry bossh!"
His fingers had slide into her mouth a second after she said his na. Ron just snorts as she apologizes, but he doesn't pull his digits from where they're hooked into the side of her mouth. Instead, he adds his other hand to the mix as well, and soon he's got all of his fingers hooked into either side of her mouth as he fucks her from behind with every ounce of strength he has.
It's the best plowing Shego has ever received, bar none. As her head is forced backwards by his unconventional grip on her face, her own hands grip tightly at the bedding beneath them, and she moans loudly into the air as her eyes threaten to roll back in her head. And then he leans over her and sohow manages to SPEED UP MORE. Shego's eyes DO roll back in her head at that point, and the green-skinned villainess cums HARD as Ron continues to fuck her senseless.
He fucks her, and he fucks her, and he fucks her so more. Shego loses track of ti pretty early on, and she's just glad she went to the trouble of soundproofing this safehouse, because she's pretty sure anyone and everyone for miles around would have been able to hear her screams of pleasure if that weren't the case. As it is, it's just her and Ron and the noises she makes, that he draws out of her… in the end, they're all for him and no one else.
And when he cums inside of her, when he fills her with his seed and leaves her leaking his sticky, hot sen after he pulls out… well, that's all for Shego. Slumping forward, the villainess pants and catches her breath as she lays there prone, happy to just rest. Ron, anwhile, slips off of the bed with not much more than a pat on one of her light green butt cheeks as he moves to where she'd sat her laptop earlier.
"What… what are you doing?"
"Login Information, please."
His tone brooks in argunt, so she gives it to him imdiately. And once she has, she asks again.
"What are you doing?"
As Ron's fingers move across the keyboard, he glances over at Shego.
"We'll need funds, especially if you spent your last paycheck from Drakken on the Attitudinator. So, I'm hacking into Drakken's accounts. I assu you left him on his way to prison, so he won't be needing them anymore."
Shego couldn't help but stare with wide eyes at the blond boy as he turns back to his task. How did he know she spent her last paycheck from Drakken on the Attitudinator? How did he know ten thousand was her usual paycheck? No, more than that…
"How are you hacking into Drakken's bank accounts?!"
Ron snorts at that, not even bothering to turn to her this ti.
"I've spent more ti in Drakken's lairs, near his systems then probably even you have. Kim's the fighter, I'm the guy who fucks his shit up while she beat your ass. The old needed Wade to walk him through it, because he was too self-conscious to do it himself. But I'm not the old . Not anymore. I know Drakken better than I know half of my school teachers. Aaand we're in."
As Shego stares at the back of Ron's head in silence, she can't hold back the grin that spreads across her face. She'd made the right choice. Oh yes, she'd most certainly made the right choice.
-x-X-x-
She was at the tail end of a successful heist when it happened. Her first heist after escaping prison, as a matter of fact. Humming to herself, Camille Leon walked out of the store she'd broken into in the dead of the night, her arms laden with stolen goods. The purse of gems and jewelry alone would set her up for a little while, while the purse itself was worth another couple grand because it was designer.
And best of all, she wasn't wearing her face, so there were no worries about being discovered. The poor shop girl she'd t while casing the joint that she was pretending to be would no doubt be very confused when tomorrow ca and the security caras incriminated her, but that wasn't Camille's problem, no sir! A smile on her face, the forr cat food heiress turns the corner and sheds her disguise, returning to her natural blonde, blue-eyed, pale appearance.
There were no caras here, no caras for another block in fact. She just had to get to her car and take the carefully planned route out, and all would be fine. No one would ever suspect anyone except for the shop girl. It was a foolproof plan, as most of her plans were. And there was the car now-
Camille stops dead in her tracks as she finally notices the figure leaning against said car. She recognizes the other woman at first glance of course. Everyone in the criminal world knows who Shego is, and that distinctive green and black jumpsuit of hers stands out, as does her pale-green skin. Before Camille can decide to run or not, Shego looks up, her green eyes alighting on her and fixating.
"Camille Leon."
Oh great. Shego knew her na. That was… yay? Regardless, Camille wasn't an idiot. She might present herself as shallow and ditzy, and she did fully believe that she was superior to most other people… but in the end, she wasn't stupid, she wasn't anyone's fool. And she was also a consummate actress. Running from a woman like Shego wouldn't end well for her. If she wanted to control the narrative of whatever… THIS was, she needed to step up to the plate and play the role assigned to her.
Plastering a smile onto her face, Camille walks forward confidently.
"Shego. Always nice to see a fellow colleague. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"
The look that spreads across Shego's features tells Camille that the villainess doesn't consider them 'colleagues' by any stretch of the word. For a mont, the thief wonders if Shego has beco a heroine again. She's fully aware that the green-skinned woman was once a mber of a team called Team Go. But she was also pretty sure that Shego would never turn over a new leaf, not in a million years.
"The boss wants to speak with you, so we're going to get into your car and take a little drive. Keys, now."
Drakken? What could he want with her? Well, he was a lot less nacing then Shego at least. Camille imagined she could easily wrap the blue-skinned man around her finger, and maybe get so free cash out of the deal as well. Smiling placidly, she pulls her keys from her pocket and tosses them Shego's way. The green-skinned villainess unlocks the car and hops into the driver's side, while Camille offloads her ill-gotten gains into the back seat, before sliding into the passenger side front seat.
As Shego starts up the vehicle, Camille pulls up an app that shows the correct route to take to avoid any caras and thus any suspicion.
"This is how we need to leave the area."
Shego scoffs, but follows the route anyways, much to Camille's relief. Only once they're ho free does the blonde thief glance in Shego's direction, cocking her head to the side.
"Sooo… do you know what Drakken wants with ? I suppose he has need of my unique services?"
Shego doesn't even look her way as she smiles sowhat evilly.
"Drakken? Who said anything about Drakken? You'll be eting my new boss tonight, Leon. Be on your best behavior."
Wait, what? Camille's eyes are wide as she stares at the other woman. New… boss? The idea doesn't exactly compute. She would have put similar odds on Shego leaving Drakken as she would on Shego turning away from evil and being good again. That is, a million to one. But now… it'd happened.
"Who's the new boss?"
She tries to keep her voice calm and asured, rely expressing polite interest, but even still, a bit of Camille's uncertainty and apprehension end up leaking through, because Shego's smile grows wider still as she continues to drive them along.
"You'll see…"
-x-X-x-
They end up in a hotel, the best one in town at that. Shego drives them right into a private parking garage that in turn leads to a private elevator. Camille knows from past experience that said elevator goes all the way up to a very expensive suite near the top of the building. The whole experience is designed to give the hotel's more affluent patrons their privacy.
It makes sense, given how exceedingly noticeable Shego is, and how she's probably a wanted fugitive even now. But then, so is Camille. She can most definitely appreciate that they encounter no one on their way to et with Shego's new boss. Just like she can most definitely appreciate that whoever Shego is working for has as much if not more money to throw around than Drakken.
Heh, spending it on a five-star hotel is a better use of cash then spending it on volcano lairs that constantly explode, at least in Camille's not-so-humble opinion. In fact, the affluency of Shego's new employer sowhat sets the thief at ease as they ride the elevator high up into the building, before finally coming to a stop.
That ease lasts until the doors open with a chi and Camille finds herself staring into the smiling face of Ron Stoppable himself, the young man standing in the middle of the suite, a wine glass held in hand and his gaze seeming to penetrate her very soul. Before Camille can do much more than gasp and go wide-eyed in shock, Shego's hand is on her shoulder and she's being forcibly frog-marched forward.
"Y-You…"
She's not sure whether to be afraid or angry. After all, the last ti she saw Ron Stoppable, he and that Possible girl had basically sent her packing to jail. But it wasn't just him… Shego was here too. What did that an? Had she been wrong AGAIN? Was Shego in fact a heroine now? But then, why bring her here to this place, rather than dropping her off at a police station? And how the hell were either of these people affording a place like this?!
"What… what the hell is going on here?"
Ron just smiles a small, secretive smile that Camille hates to admit catches her interest. He sips from his wine glass for a mont, and it makes her wonder if she's dealing with a clone of the boy, or perhaps soone with a power of disguise like hers, because… because the man she's facing now is so very different from the boy who saw her put in jail.
"If she hasn't told you yet, I'm Shego's new employer. And I'd like to beco yours as well."
A job offer? From Ron Stoppable?! Seriously?! Her absolute shock must show on her face, because Ron just smirks as he nods his head towards the green-skinned woman holding her in place.
"Shego here used an Attitudinator on . Just the right amount to strip away the bumbling, good-natured buffoon you saw before. Just the right amount to leave as selfish as your average human being, and more intelligent than the entire lot. So, no, Camille Leon. You're not dealing with the Ron Stoppable you think you knew. You're dealing with now."
There's sothing about the way he talks that makes it impossible to doubt him. Not that she would doubt him, given the circumstances facing her. That said, Camille can't help but swallow thickly as she glances around the expensive hotel suite for a mont and then back to Ron. He probably wasn't wrong. If a little touch of evil was enough to make the boy so intelligent that he could manage this sort of lifestyle in just a little while, then yeah, he probably was smarter than most humans.
But then, she wasn't stupid either. And she was ever the actress. Smiling, Camille steps forward, pulling out of Shego's grip as she puts a little sway into her hips.
"Well now, that does interest . Why don't you tell your offer, Mr. Stoppable? Then we'll see if I decide to call you boss."
If her switch to seductive puts the blond man off at all, he doesn't show it. Instead, he offers her his free hand, which she gingerly takes, allowing him to lead her over to one of the lounge areas and the couch there. As they sit down side by side, Ron turns to her and Camille finds herself listening to every word he has to say. Sothing about the new version of Stoppable is… magnetic to the extre. She can't help but fixate on him, his personality, his attitude, his entire deanor drawing her in.
As he outlines his designs for her and what he has to offer, Camille listens, and she listens well. And by the ti he's done… she really has only one response to give.
-x-X-x-
Ron can't help but smile as he slides his fingers through a certain shapeshifting thief's blonde locks, watching as Camille Leon bobs up and down on his mber. As he thought, he knew exactly the buttons to press to get the forr heiress on his side. More than that, he knew exactly what to do to get her in his bed. Though they weren't anywhere near a bed right now of course.
Shego had left within a couple minutes of him and Camille beginning their little chat. Ron didn't mind though, she had her tasks and he knew she would complete them with efficiency and speed. It also left him alone with Camille, making it all the easier to seduce the shapeshifter. Having another woman there, watching and staring, might have kept the blonde from making the first move.
But with Shego's absence noticeable and felt, as soon as Ron had finished his offer and Camille had agreed to it, the blonde woman had hopped off the couch and slid down to her knees, slyly suggesting that she make an effort to… seal the deal, so to speak. Well, Ron wasn't about to say no to free head, now was he?
And the heiress wasn't bad at sucking dick, much to his surprise. One would think that a girl like Camille Leon wouldn't have any experience with such a thing. But whether she was a slut or just enjoyed oral, Ron found himself groaning and gripping her hair all the tighter as she bobbed up and down his cock, her tongue swirling this way and that around his length.
Her blue eyes remain fixated on his face as she plays with him, essentially teasing him. Of course, teasing would an she was in control… she most certainly wasn't, and as Ron got closer and closer to his inevitable climax, he made that perfectly clear by stopping her dead, his cock lodged in her mouth as he holds her in place with his hand in her hair.
"I'm going to cum soon Camille. Face or mouth. You'll be swallowing if it's the latter, of course."
There's a pause as his words hit her ears. So form of surprise flickers through her eyes, followed by lust and arousal at his domineering tone. Then, she's sucking down on his cock all the harder, and Ron groans as he begins to ejaculate right on the spot. His seed fills Camille's mouth and he enjoys the sensation of her swallow down his load and sucking her cheeks in around his cock. She drinks every last bit of his cum, just like he's ordered her to. Then, she pulls back ever so slowly, tongue swirling around his mber to clean him up as best as possible.
When she finally pops off his dick, she looks up with a wide, wicked smile on her face. Her hand is still around the base of his mber and stroking up and down as she speaks.
"Like that, big boy? I bet you did. There will be more where… that… um."
Camille trails off in the middle of her little spiel, her eyes sliding back down to his mber as she stares at it dumbly. Ron is still hard, after all. And he's not getting any softer.
"Well, if you're offering…"
His tone is teasing and his voice smooth and smug as Camille flushes a little. But then, she DID offer, now didn't she? Rising, the forr heiress slides her panties out from under her skirt, and a mont later they're hanging from an ankle as she climbs on board Ron's lap, sinking down onto his cock.
"F-Fuck… so big, Stoppable… so damn big…"
Ron just smirks, even as he reaches around and squeezes Camille's shapely bubble butt quite harshly as a reprimand.
"The correct address is boss now, Ms. Leon."
Camille moans, even as she begins to bounce up and down on his cock, riding him and panting breathlessly all the while.
"S-Sure, boss. Mm, like that, do you? Like my tight little cunt wrapped around your dick? Bet… bet Shego doesn't do this for you, now does she? She seems like a frigid sort of bitch…"
Ron laughs at that, and then slides his hands to Camille's hips. He stops her for a mont… and then he takes complete control, dominating her from the bottom as he thrusts up into her with strength and speed she's not expecting, slamming her down on his dick with his grip on her hips all the while. As Camille's eyes go wide and her jaw drops open from the sudden rush of pleasure, Ron speaks.
"Actually, Shego and I are very intimate, Ms. Leon. She submits to and this cock because she knows the pleasure it brings. As you soon will as well."
Moans are all that answer Ron, but soon his words are proven true as Camille cums HARD around his dick. She orgasms and she spasms and she seizes up atop his cock, moaning throatily all the while. Ron doesn't stop though. He doesn't stop fucking her from the bottom until he's cumming, his seed painting her insides white as her eyes finally roll up in her head, her tongue hanging out of her mouth.
She collapses on top of him once he's done with her, but Ron just rolls the insensate cat thief off of his body as he stands and collects his wine glass. The thought of having her turn into soone else for this first ti HAD crossed his mind… but that could wait. He wanted this first ti to be special, he wanted there to be no way for her to separate her actions from herself by simply falling into another role.
Camille Leon was as assuredly his now as Shego was. But Ron was just getting started.
-x-X-x-
"Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Camille's ecstatic exclamations are in turn matched by Ron's grunts as he thrusts deep into her tightening, gripping cunt. She's getting closer, and so is he. But then, this will mark her fourth orgasm so far tonight, while it'll only be his first. Might not seem fair, yet if there was one thing the new Ron Stoppable loved more than anything else in the world, it was reveling in the way he could make won sing for him and dance to his tune.
So, as Camille reaches her fourth climax, her voice almost lodic in its euphoric bliss, Ron arches his back and groans, filling her with his seed as he too lets out his release. And then they're done, at least for the ti being. The blond young man pumps a nice this load into the thief, and then pulls out of her, flopping off to the side and laying on his back as he catches his breath.
Camille joins him a mont later, draping an arm over his midsection and resting her head on his chest as she sighs contently.
"That never gets old. You really know how to use that thing, boss."
Ron chuckles, glancing down at his 'thing'. He's half-soft by this point, but just being close to a beautiful woman like the forr heiress is enough that he'll be hard again in no ti. For now, though, he's recovering.
"That so? Glad to hear it."
For a mont, Camille is silent. Then, she speaks.
"In the interest of full disclosure, I got a job offer today."
Ron blinks at that and gives the thief an unimpressed look. Camille is quick to back track, licking her lips as she explains herself.
"Not like that of course, boss. Not like what we have or anything like that. A-And its not as if I've accepted the job yet or anything. Are you familiar with the Fashionistas?"
Ron blinks at that, but ultimately nods.
"Yes, I am. Hm, they are out of prison now, aren't they?"
The break-out had been recent, which explained why the Fashionistas were only approaching Camille now. They'd probably had to take so ti to get set up again. Ron imagined they were still in charge of The Fashion Underground… and that alone brought interesting ideas to mind as he ran his hand over Camille's smooth, creamy back.
"… Interesting. Very interesting. Do you know what they want?"
Camille shakes her head, even as her own hand slides down his front, moving between his legs where she once again grips his cock, stroking it back to full hardness all the faster.
"Not yet, boss. They only offered for us to et… didn't give anymore details. I was going to turn them down, of course."
"Don't. Accept the eting, their terms."
"… Boss?"
Ron smirks as he looks to Camille.
"Don't worry. You won't be going in alone. In fact, you won't even be outnumbered…"
Unlike Camille, the Fashionistas were actually fighters, with combat skills that rivaled Kim's… though given how he was now, and given his mastery over the Monkey Fist, Ron wasn't entirely sure they could take him in a three on one. He wouldn't have to find out though. For this mission, he was going for a show of force. His organization was still small, with only three mbers… but Shego was exactly the force multiplier Ron needed to show he ant business.
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"What the hell is this?"
The mont that Ron walks into the warehouse with Camille and Shego on his heels, the Fashionistas are on full alert. The trio had been relaxed before they saw him and Shego, with Chino seated at a table, Espadrille doing her nails, and Hoodie lounging atop a stack of crates. However, the mont they lay eyes on him, they're ready for a fight, or at least trying to be. Ron just smiles as they all bristle with hostile intent. He also ignores it in favor of walking up to the other side of the table Chino was now standing behind, taking out the seat clearly ant for Camille and settling into it without a word.
Suprely nonchalant, Ron sits back casually, even as Shego places a hand on his right shoulder, while Camille bites her lower lip and hangs back a bit more, clearly nervous. Shego's OTHER hand ignites with green flas… the only aggressive action made by Ron's side. It didn't co from him, which was perfect… it was exactly the vibe he was going for.
Slowly, the Fashionistas seem to get an idea of what's going on. Or at least, they begin to realize they have no real idea what's happening here. Gritting his teeth, glancing between Ron's placid smile and Shego's ignited fist, Chino slowly sits back down, while Hoodie and Espadrille form up behind him. Then, the male of the trio repeats his question.
"What the hell is this?"
Ron lifts an eyebrow.
"You arranged for a eting with my employee here, did you not? I assud it was because you didn't know that she was now in my care, and any requests to work with her would have to go through . So, in the interest of doing business, I've co along to explain things to you."
Chino's jaw sets, but before he can say anything, Hoodie speaks up.
"Ron Stoppable. What happened to you?"
Grinning as the more perceptive and more serious of the three gets to the heart of the matter right away, Ron spreads his arms wide.
"What does it look like? I finally found myself. With a little help from Shego and an Attitudinator of course."
The Fashionistas all exchange looks at that tidbit of information.
"… We don't live under rocks, you know. We heard what happened the last ti. You're not exactly blue."
Shego steps in there, scoffing a bit.
"That's because I didn't swap his evil and good with Drakken or anything stupid like that. And the technology has improved since that first edition. This is Ron Stoppable with just enough pragmatism to realize that being good never pays and being bad is a lot more fun. This is a man I'm proud to call my boss, unlike that big blue fool I left behind to rot in prison."
Camille, seeing her own chance to jump in, clears her throat and pipes up.
"Uh, too! I an… he's a good boss. You guys should hear him out."
More considering looks. More gritted teeth. Chino growls slightly.
"What do you want?"
Smiling, Ron leans forward, as if sharing so big secret.
"I want you. Or more specifically, I want your skills. You see, I've recently co into a great deal of capital. And I'm probably not going to run dry anyti soon, if you get my aning. With that in mind… I'm looking to invest in organizations such as your own. Tell , how IS the Fashion Underground doing after your long period of incarceration? Don't answer that… we all know already, or I wouldn't be here."
Leaning back again, Ron shrugs his shoulders.
"I want to create a partnership with your organization, plain and simple. I'll help fund your reconstruction efforts, and in exchange you do so things for . First and foremost, as a show of good faith, I'd like you to create a wide array of outfits for and my team. I'll have design input of course, but I'll leave most of the details to you lot, since we all know where our talents lie."
For the first ti, Espadrille speaks up, but she's not all that stand-offish about it. In fact, she's more intrigued than the other two have seed so far.
"And where do your talents lie?"
Grinning slightly, Ron waves a hand almost airily.
"When you build a team… our kind of team, you have to have the right mix. You need skilled thieves and hackers, you need grifters and muscle in equal asure. But most importantly of all, you need soone to fill the role that I fill. A role that the likes of Drakken or Junior have never truly succeeded at, no matter how hard they might try. You need a Mastermind."
He can already tell he has them, especially when not even Chino or Hoodie speak up or scoff at that. Smirking easily, Ron reels in his line.
"You're all very good. The three of you, Camille and Shego behind . You lot, and hell, a lot more criminals beside… you're good at what you do. And you know it too. I respect that… I NEED that. Just like you all need , lest you end up in jail again at the hands of soone like Kim Possible. Separate, we're all quite good at what we do, aren't we? But together… together we can be great."
Chino, Espadrille, and Hoodie share another glance, but Ron is completely at ease. Hook, line…
"… We're in."
And sinker…
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"Oh… oh my."
Ron lifts an eyebrow as he looks down at the kneeling fashion designer before him. He's back in his hotel suite, as it happens, with Hoodie and Espadrille having followed him at his invitation. Ostensibly, they were there to take his asurents. But there was a reason Ron had plied them both with glasses of white wine before finally getting down to business.
A slight smirk spreads across the blond's face, even as Espadrille runs her palm up and down his crotch, breathing through her mouth slightly as she pants at just what she finds between his legs.
"What? What is it… Espadrille, the hell are you doing?"
Hoodie, anwhile, is behind him when Espadrille speaks up. Glancing over his shoulder, she looks down to see what Ron is already watching… her fellow designer is already working open his belt and unbuttoning his pants.
"I just… just have to see it."
Growling into his ear, Hoodie looks down at her comrade.
"Be professional!"
But Espadrille has already withdrawn his cock from his boxers and is now holding it in both hands as she stares at it. Ron just lets his smirk turn into a full-blown grin as he glances back at Hoodie and shrugs.
"I don't mind."
The look she shoots him speaks volus, but before she can say anything else, the sound of sucking fills the room, followed by muffled moans and they both look down to watch Espadrille take Ron's cock between her lips, bobbing up and down on his mber for a few monts before pulling back and taking the ti to stroke him up and down, rubbing her saliva all over his mber as she glances up at Hoodie with a wicked smile.
"Why not have so fun, right? After all, we've just landed a WHALE of an investor… let's celebrate, darling~"
Ron wonders for a mont of Hoodie is truly as no-nonsense as they co. He won't let her force Espadrille to stop, but he is ready for her to leave the room in a huff if that's the kind of woman she turns out to be. But after a mont, the other female mber of the Fashionistas has placed her asuring tape aside and is rubbing herself against him in a distinctly UN-professional way as she growls again, this ti with lust and this ti following up with words ant for HIM.
"I just bet you don't mind, you filthy animal. Ron Stoppable… you're just a boy. A boy who's about to blow his load all over my friend's face. Is this where the mask cracks, Stoppable? Is this all you really wanted? To get your rocks-mmph!"
Having had enough of her disparaging remarks, Ron reaches out, slides his hand around her head, and pulls Hoodie into a kiss as he twists back to et her lips with his own. He kisses her… but he does more than that as he shows her JUST what he's capable of doing with his tongue. Their lips smack together and Hoodie's gyrations against his back beco more and more sexual, more and more sensual as she moans into his mouth.
At the sa ti, Espadrille is still sucking on his cock, but she also has a hand buried down between her legs, fingering her tight little cunt like there's no tomorrow as she moans along his length. It's all well and good… but Hoodie had to cast doubt on his manhood, and in doing so, she'd cast doubt on his right to lead, his right to be an equal if not more in their partnership.
With that in mind, Ron pushes Espadrille off his cock, much to the Fashionista's whining dislike. Then, he turns to Hoodie completely, and disengages from her mouth a mont before spinning her around and bending her over the back of the couch behind her. The tanned woman gasps, even as Ron tears her bottoms down off of her hips, revealing her ass and her thong to the world. Grabbing hold of that thong, Ron pulls it up and then lets it snap down, drawing a squeal from the normally unflappable Fashionista that sees his cock twitching with delight.
With a grunt, he thrusts said cock right into Hoodie from behind, filling her dripping wet cunt with his length in one go. Reaching around the front of her, he takes hold of her neck with one hand while unzipping her signature hoodie and groping her breasts with the other. The Fashionista is left completely speechless as he fucks her, but Espadrille is still feeling left out. Needless to say, Ron is pleasantly surprised when he feels her tongue and mouth begins to work at his balls as she takes up residence between his legs.
She continues to finger herself towards completion, all while slurping at his churning nut sack, moaning around his balls the entire ti that he's drawing orgasm after orgasm, shriek after shriek, cry after cry from Hoodie. Plowing the Fashionista silly might not have been his original plan, but it was working quite well now. Perhaps even better than taking it slowly with both of them, seducing them rather than roughing them up.
As it turned out, Hoodie was very reciprocal to a man who knew what he wanted and chose to simply take it from her. Her hips pushed back into his cock, and she definitely wasn't calling him BOY now, now was she? Grinning almost like a loon, Ron pounds away into Hoodie's cunt, ultimately finishing inside of her as she cried out one last ti and arched her back, orgasming in response to his white, hot seed painting her inner walls.
Only once he's done does Ron pull out and turn back to Espadrille. The kneeling Fashionista imdiately and willingly puts his cock back in her mouth despite the ss, and as she cleans up, Ron groans, imnsely satisfied with this latest gambit. He could already tell…
This is the start of a beautiful partnership.
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