The Better Option (Kim Possible)

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.

Themes: 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 time, 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 time, 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 something and leave it at that. But then who?

"Shego! Are you ignoring me?"

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 moment. Her power creeps down her arms and her restraints begin to melt off of her hands.

Always keep some 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 meant 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 moment on. Come looking for me, 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 time, and the soundproofing on the truck means 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 helmet to procure, and then a boy to visit. And if all went well... she'd finally be working with someone 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 remembered. 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 moment, 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 helmet 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 me... 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 adjustment! 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 come up and wrap around Shego's neck. In a moment, 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 flames, 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 flames... just as he knows, or at least suspects, that her eyes aren't so lucky.

Realizing this, the light-green villainess extinguishes her green flames. 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 me an attitude adjustment. You made me evil... but not Evil with a Capital E. Is that it? Just enough evil to make me rethink my morals and change my stance on things... just enough evil to make me competent again. The same competence you so obviously treasure from our brief time together the last time the Attitudinator was used on me."

"T-That's right... that's exactly right. Did it work? Or do I need to put you under the helmet 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 me more respect. I don't expect you to start calling me 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 comes back up out of a picture-perfect half-cartwheel. Then, his axe kick slams into the Attitudinator on the table, breaking the helmet right on the spot.

Shego watches him for a moment from the bed, before she speaks up as he turns back to her.

"You know those things are a dime 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 me, alter me, or shift me towards one alignment 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 remembered, 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 me? Stopp- I mean, 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 time 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 times 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 costume 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 time straightening up as well. She stays turned away from him for a moment, 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 me... Boss?"

Ron stares for a moment 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 some heat.

"I'll let you decide, Shego."

It's in that moment that Shego realizes it's the boy's first time. 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 remember that he hadn't been like this mere 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 me, 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 alignment 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 name. 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 somehow 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 some more. Shego loses track of time 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 semen 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, meanwhile, 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 argument, so she gives it to him immediately. And once she has, she asks again.

"What are you doing?"

For a moment, 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 some time 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 meet... didn't give me anymore details. I was going to turn them down, of course."

"Don't. Accept the meeting, 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 members... but Shego was exactly the force multiplier Ron needed to show he meant business.

-x-X-x-

"What the hell is this?"

The moment 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 moment 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 meant for Camille and settling into it without a word.

Supremely 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 flames... the only aggressive action made by Ron's side. It didn't come 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 meeting with my employee here, did you not? I assumed 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 me. So, in the interest of doing business, I've come 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 time. 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, me too! I mean... 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 some big secret.

"I want you. Or more specifically, I want your skills. You see, I've recently come into a great deal of capital. And I'm probably not going to run dry anytime soon, if you get my meaning. With that in mind... I'm looking to invest in organizations such as your own. Tell me, 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 some things for me. First and foremost, as a show of good faith, I'd like you to create a wide array of outfits for me 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 time, Espadrille speaks up, but she's not all that stand-offish about it. In fact, she's more intrigued than the other two have seemed 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 measure. But most importantly of all, you need someone 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 me. 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 me, lest you end up in jail again at the hands of someone 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...

-x-X-x-

"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 measurements. 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, meanwhile, 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 volumes, 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 member for a few moments before pulling back and taking the time to stroke him up and down, rubbing her saliva all over his member as she glances up at Hoodie with a wicked smile.

"Why not have some fun, right? After all, we've just landed a WHALE of an investor... let's celebrate, darling~"

Ron wonders for a moment of Hoodie is truly as no-nonsense as they come. 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 moment, the other female member of the Fashionistas has placed her measuring tape aside and is rubbing herself against him in a distinctly UN-professional way as she growls again, this time with lust and this time following up with words meant 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 meet 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 become more and more sexual, more and more sensual as she moans into his mouth.

At the same time, 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 moment 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 time 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 time 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 immediately and willingly puts his cock back in her mouth despite the mess, and as she cleans up, Ron groans, immensely satisfied with this latest gambit. He could already tell...

This is the start of a beautiful partnership.

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