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Chains of Command

by NoDrog(s) and Love Robin

Kim Possible, Shego, and other characters are property of Disney and used without permission for non-profit, entertainment reasons only. Any Original Characters may be used freely as long as you include a reference to this story in the credits. Story features lesbian and BDSM relationships and may not be suitable for young readers. Please do not read if you find that offensive or are under-age. PLEASE DON’T SUE.

AN: You will find this posted on both Love Robin’s and NoDrog’s pages. While there check out their other stories too!

This starts off rather normally, but takes a turn to the Wild Side after Chapter Two.

Chapter 1: Unchained Command

A line in one of Kim Possible’s favorite books was “Nobody said saving the world was going to be easy”. Much to her dismay, Kim was finding out it did not get easier with repetition. She hastily stifled a yawn and took a sip of hot coffee, trying to focus on what Dr. Director was saying.

“We have a verified report of a Lorwardian battle walker reactivating in Mexico,” said Dr. Director. “Military forces are managing to keep it away from population centers for now, but it’s only a matter of time. The Presidente de México has formally requested that Global Justice send a strike team in to handle it.”

Will Du spoke up immediately. “Team Du-Rockwaller will be glad to take this mission,” he said.

Dr. Director looked at Kim. “I want to send in my best team,” Dr. Director said.

Kim opened her mouth, wanting to refuse. Her team had been sent out after the last three battle walkers, once to foil a WEE plot, and twice to stop Professor Dementor, who apparently was not taking the fact that Dr. Drakken had reformed well. In addition, Kim was trying to juggle franticly taking college courses online and helping her parents rebuild their home. However, all she could manage to get out was, “We’ll be glad to handle it.”

A few minutes later, a Global Justice Team VTOL was blasting it’s way to Mexico. The cabin was laid out with four seats, two in front and two in back. Kim was currently sitting in one of the front seats, leaving the other for the expanded Team Possible’s pilot. She had it swiveled to face backwards so she could see the other three (counting Rufus) members of the expanded team. It was still a surprise to Kim to see Ron in a Global Justice field suit, but more surprising was the changes that had come over Ron. His hair was actually combed down, and while his weight was still the same as it was at graduation, it was much more muscle than fat. Rufus still looked the same, however, perched on Ron’s shoulders. Most of the changes to Ron’s appearance was due to the fussiness of the woman sitting at the chair beside him. Yori had come to the US, sent by her Sensei, to help Ron deal with having accessed what she called ‘the next level’ in Monkey powers. How many more levels there might be, she refused to say.

“Another day, another piece of alien tech to send to the scrap yard,” said Ron, trying to hide the dark shadows under his eyes. While he was not trying to keep up a complete level of college course work like Kim was, training with Yori and having to use his mystical powers so frequently was affecting him.

“It is a great honor that Dr. Director is trusting us with another mission so soon,” said Yori.

“It’s a great headache if you ask me,” snapped the fourth human member of the team, and the person currently piloting the Vehicle. If the changes in Ron were surprising, the fact this woman was actually working as part of Team Possible was downright mind blowing.

Shego turned to look at Kim, “Dr. Director has us scurrying to every hot spot that shows up. I think you need to ask her to give the others a chance… we need the downtime. You especially.”

“I can handle it,” said Kim, speaking with more confidence than she felt. “As the commander of Team Possible, it’s my call what missions we accept or refuse.”

“I’ll believe that when you actually refuse one of them,” grumbled Shego, but did not argue any more. She knew from experience how stubborn the redhead could be. She tried to tell herself that her concerns were due to the workload it was putting on herself, and not the obvious stress it was putting on Kim.

Shego used the transport’s hover engines to land the craft close to the battle walker, while being out of the robot’s immediate reach.

“Ok, battle plan alpha,” said Kim. “Shego and I go in to slow it down. Yori, stay back to guard Ron while he gets his mojo working.”

“Hai,” said Yori.

Shego declined to respond verbally, only letting her fists ignite as she studied the alien machine. It looked like the others she had fought before, but one of the things she had learned as a thief was to always assess a situation before rushing in.

“Come on!” yelled Kim, pulling out her grappling hook and firing it at the walker. The hook landed and the launcher automatically began reeling the cord back in, pulling her toward the thing’s top.

Shego frowned. With Kim in the way now, Shego was unable to directly attack the walker. If she aimed for the head, she might hit Kim. If the legs, the walker might fall on top of the girl. The woman rushed foward.

Now on the saucer-like head of the machine, Kim was unaware of her lieutenant’s dilemma. She gripped franticly on several protrusions as the autonomous battle robot shook itself like a wet dog. After a few minutes when it realized it was unable to shake Kim loose that way, the walker stopped. Kim reached into one of the pockets of her cargo pants and pulled out her lipstick laser. Setting it to the narrowest focus, she began cutting a hole into the walker’s armor, knowing it would take several minutes. The adrenalin was pumping in her veins, making the teen hero forget she was only supposed to be slowing instead of trying to take it down all by herself. She failed to notice a robot arm extending from the top dome of the walker, shaped like a giant lobster claw, headed straight for her.

“Kim!” screamed Shego. “Get down!” Shego flung her hands up, green bolts of plasma leaping from both hands at the attacking claw. On the walker, Kim jerked at hearing Shego’s yell, losing both her grip on lipstick laser and alien device.

Shego’s blast hit the clawed arm, knocking the robot back. Shego felt a moment of elation, but it was quickly replaced with dread as she saw her former nemesis falling to the ground. Without thought she ran toward the plummeting college girl and, at the last minute managed to get her body between Kim and the ground, softening the other’s landing.

The robot took a moment to examine its plasma damaged claw, then turned to stare at where the two women sprawled on the ground. It lifted one massive metal leg, then tried to bring it down on them.

Shego saw the coming metal leg and shoved Kim off of her, pushing her to the left. Shego then rolled to the right, managing to just get out of the way before the metal leg would have squished them both. Shego scrambled to her feet and began running for cover. Now that they had the robot’s attention, it was just a matter of dodging its attacks until Ron was ready to take it out. Halfway to the raised berm of dirt Shego was planning to duck behind, she glanced over her shoulder and swore.

Instead of taking the sensible course of action and running away from the giant robot, Kim was scrambling for where her lipstick laser was laying on the ground. The robot tilted, preparing to fire its beam weapon at Kim.

“Hey! Ugly!”

The robot’s sensor dome turned at being so addressed. If it was at all possible, the red glow of the dome intensified as if in anger. It might only be an autonomous device, but it was a Lorwardian autonomous device and would brook no such disrespect. It saw Shego, standing tall, and pointing her hands straight at it. With Kim no longer in the way, the green woman released another plasma blast at the robot, this one straight at its head. The blast was not enough to destroy or incapacitate it, but it did force the robot to stumble away off balance for a moment while its visual systems reinitialized. Kim scooped up her lipstick laser and looked at the stumbling walker, obviously planning to attack it again, sort of like a mouse planning to attack a full grown mountain lion.

However for once Kim took the sensible course and raced to where Shego was firing. Shego waited till the redhead has passed her and began backing up. “Tell Ron and Yori to hurry up, I don’t think we can stall it any more,” Shego said.

Just out of sight of the walker, Ron was sitting in a cross legged pose, eyes closed. Yori was standing over him, alternating between looking around for various dangers and watching Ron. Rufus was beside her, sharing her vigil. A blue glow was beginning to form around Ron, signs that his meditations were working and he was drawing on the powers of Monkey Magic. With practice, Ron was getting faster at transforming into what he jokingly referred to as Super Saiyan form. However, it still took him several minutes to consciously call up those powers, and he was unable to properly concentrate while traveling.

Shego lept back as the robot fired at her, barely dodging the blast. She turned to run to where Yori and Ron were waiting, then froze. Kim was standing out in the open, reloading her grappling gun. Has the little twit learned nothing from her recent experience?

Kim aimed and fired. This time, instead of aiming at the head, she aimed at the legs. The grappling hook embedded itself in the tough metal, lodging inside a knee joint. The robot jerked, readjusting its stance. Kim grabbed the other end of the line and, planting her feet, pulled on the attached line as hard as she could. Seeing what Kim was doing, Shego grabbed the line and began pulling also, trying to pull the robot off balance.

With cybernetic disdain, the robot fired its beam at the grappling hook rope. The women went sprawling on the ground. This time, the robot was too close for them to scramble out of the way. The robot aimed directly at Kim and Shego. Just as it was about to fire, what appeared to be a glowing bolt of blue energy smashed into the side of the robot, knocking the robot onto the ground.

“Can I get a boo-yah?” Ron asked, floating above the robot. A nimbus of blue energy surrounded him, a streamer of energy trailing behind him in semblance of a monkey’s tail. As the robot struggled to stand, Ron reached toward it and, with glowing blue hands, ripped the battle walker in half. It died amid rending metal and electronic squawk.

“Good work, Ron!” said Kim.

Ron dropped the two halves and turned to Kim, still floating in mid-air. “Awww…,” he drawled. “T’weren’t nothing to a superhero like…,” Ron’s speech was interrupted as the blue nimbus around him flickered and disappeared. The blond shrieked in surprise as he plummeted to the ground, landing on his back.

“Ron-san! Are you ok?” asked Yori, hurrying over.

“Yeah, only hurt my pride,” said Ron, managing to get to his feet.

“You are still only able to consciously maintain the powers for a short span,” Yori admonished like a mother – or concerned wife. “You must be careful.”

“He’s not the only one who needs to be more careful,” said Shego, glaring at Kim.

Kim ignored the comment. “Good work, team… let’s head home.”

“I thought we could go out for victory nacos,” said Ron as they walked back to the craft slowly.

“Sorry, I’ve got some more homework I need to get done for school,” said Kim. “But you guys can go out without me.”

“Guess I’ll be staying in also,” said Shego with a sideways glance at the redhead. “Seeing how Dr. Director gets nervous when I go out without you. I swear should would be happiest if we were joined at the hip.”

The flight back to Global Justice was mostly quiet, except for Yori fussing to make sure Ron truly was unharmed. Once back at the base, Shego waited until Ron, Rufus, and Yori had gone to get dinner at the closest Bueno Nachos before marching to Kim’s room.

Kim Possible was staying at the Global Justice base, at least until her parents finished rebuilding. Her room was similar to all the other rooms; a desk, a computer terminal, a TV, and a bed. Kim was currently sitting at the desk, flipping through a thick text book while the TV was turned to a twenty-four hour news channel. A tray from the GJ cafeteria, with a half-eaten dinner, was propped on the corner of the desk. A large world map had been taped to one wall, with red X’s marking spots where various Lorwardian robots had reactivated before being stopped, either by Team Possible or the local militia of that region.

“Princess, we need to talk,” Shego said as soon as the girl opened the door, shouldering her way inside.

“Shego, I don’t have time for this,” Kim had moved aside, knowing the other would not rest until she voiced whatever she needed to. “I’ve got to get this chapter read and my answers in by midnight.”

“Kim, you charged in before assessing the situation. You forgot about the plan. You risked your life for a stupid lipstick laser,” said Shego.

“Shego, I’m in charge of the team,” said Kim. “What I says, goes. In case you didn’t notice, we took down that walker.”

“If by we, you mean Ron and me, yes,” said Shego. “Kim, you need to prioritize. Tell Dr. Director to cut back on the missions for us. Get us – and you – some R&R in.”

“Oh, so that’s it,” said Kim. “We’re making you work too hard? Not letting you slack off the way you did with Dr. Drakken?”

“This isn’t about me!” said Shego.

“It’s always about you, Shego!” Kim spun about angrily. “You’re just a merc. The only reason you’re even working for Global Justice is because they’re paying you now that Dr. Drakken reformed. Don’t try to pretend you… care… about me.”

“Fine,” spat Shego. “But when you self-destruct, don’t come crying to me.” Shego turned, slamming Kim’s door behind her as she walked out.

Kim rubbed her temples, trying to quell the massive migraine building in her head. Part of her felt a little guilty for what she just said to the pale-skinned woman, but there were just too many things already she had to worry about to add Shego’s feelings to the list. Kim turned back to her textbook.

The former (as far as anyone knew) thief stalked down the corridor. Shego turned to go to her room, then stopped. Muttering, she turned toward Dr. Director’s office. Ok, maybe Kim wasn’t seeing how she was hurting herself or the team, but maybe Shego could convince Dr. Director to order the girl relax.

Dr. Director was laying in bed reading a novel when she heard a knocking at her door. She put the book face-down on the bed so to keep her place and opened the door to her apartment, to find Shego standing there. “Is this something that can wait till morning?” demanded Dr. Director, upset at being disturbed but aware that Shego had what could literally be a fiery temper.

“Not in my opinion,” said Shego, reaching out and giving the door a push, causing Dr. Director to step back and give Shego a change to enter.

“You’re pushing Team Possible, especially Kim, too hard,” said Shego. “You need to lighten up on her.”

“This isn’t the Pixie Scouts, this is espionage!” said Dr Director reflexively. “In case you’ve forgotten, we’re trying to save the world, both from aliens and super villains like you used to be.”

“Well, you’re close to losing Kim if you keep this up,” said Shego. “She’s still a teenager for Pete’s sake!”

“Shego, I am quite sure that both Miss Possible and myself have a better idea than you do what Miss Possible can take,” said Dr. Director firmly. “However, if you feel that strongly about it, I will speak with her in the morning.”

“Just talk with her?” said Shego. “Betty… .”

“Shego, I am used to being called Dr. Director by my agents,” said Dr. Director. “You’ve wasted enough of my time, please leave.”

“What if I refuse?” demanded Shego.

“I’ll ask you to leave again,” said Dr. Director. “But this time with GJ security instead of the please.”

Shego growled but it did not look like she would be able to get any further concession from the one-eyed woman. She turned and walked out, heading back to her own apartment.

* * *

Ron sat in the his room, dressed in a white cotton gi with his legs tucked into the lotus position. He had the lights in his room dimmed with a single lit candle in front of him to aid meditation. He heard a knock on his apartment door. “Coming!” he said, getting to his feet. He opened the door to find Yori standing there, dressed in a black gi and holding a bottle. “Oh, hi, Yori!”

“Konban wa, Ron-san,” Good evening, said Yori, giving a little half bow. “I wanted to see how your back was doing.”

“A little sore,” admitted Ron, stepping back so the girl could enter. “I was doing one of those meditation exercises you taught me to try blocking the pain.”

“Such techniques can be dangerous if overused,” said Yori, seriously. “Pain is how your body warns you when you are going too far. It is a warning that should not be ignored for too long. Fortunately, I have another remedy for your backache.”

“Oh, what?” asked the blond as he perched on his bed in order to leave the room’s sole chair for her, unconscious of the invitation it also implied. He pointed at the bottle. “Saki? I dunno about that Yori, I don’t remember much from the last time you gave me saki.”

Yori’s smile hiccuped, “That is just what a woman wishes to hear… .”

“Huh?”

“Nothing, Ron-san,” said Yori, shaking her head. She held up the bottle, watching Ron closely. “This is massage oil. I was hoping you would lay me.”

“Excuse me?” Ron blinked.

“Oh, so sorry. I am still working on my English,” said Yori, hardly missing a beat. “I was hoping you would lay down for me. On your bed is fine.”

“Oh, ok,” said Ron, taking off his gi and laying face down on the bed. This was the first time Ron had heard Yori make a mistake using English; she was actually helping him in the English class he was taking online.

Yori poured a dollop of oil on one hand. She briskly rubbed her hands together to heat up the oil and her hands, as she hoped this massage would also heat up her relationship with Ron. She usually found Ron’s naively innocent outlook charming, but not when he missed the hints she had been dropping. She had started subtle, but was now dropping hints equivalent of the Hiroshima bomb, and still he seemed oblivious. She hoped that he would notice her soon as a woman instead of a teammate, before she was forced to act as brazenly as American girls were portrayed as behaving on television. It was bad enough already that the city girls of her country were behaving so. Just in case, however, she had placed an order for a ‘Tokyo Girls Gone Wild’ DVD.

She started working on the boy’s shoulders, and was momentarily taken aback at the tension she felt there. Silently she chided herself for her surprise. While Yori had grown up knowing she was expected to serve as a ninja, neither Ron – nor Kim – had really received any training on handling the pressures saving the world could inflict. Briefly she wondered about how Kim was handling the stress, but was soon distracted by the sight of Ron’s bare back as her hands stroked over the muscles. With the constant action of the past few months, the traces of lingering baby fat were gone, revealing the promise of a whip-cord muscled physique that Yori found exciting, even though she knew many American girls preferred muscles that bulged out. How foolish of them, but Yori planned to take full advantage of their foolishness. At least, as soon as Ron realized what Yori wanted.

“Mmm, you’re so good to me,” Ron murmured appreciatively.

Wait till you see me when I’m bad, thought Yori. However, what she said was, “As good to you as Kim Possible?”

“Mmm-hmm,” said Ron. He had his eyes closed to better savor the feelings of Yori’s hands, so he did not notice the flash of disappointment that appeared on the ninja’s face or see her struggle not to form her hands into claws. Quickly she composed herself, promising herself a session with her pair of vibrating nun-chucks later if Ron did not invite her to his bed. She finished the massage, hands lingering at the waistband to Ron’s shorts, fingernails lightly hooked in the waistband. “Is there anything else I can do for you, Ron-san?” she asked.

“Yes…,” said Ron, causing Yori’s heart to skip a beat. Could it be…? “Could you turn off the lights when you leave? I feel too good to get up.”

Yori again had to fight the urge to show Ron her Panther-Rends-Prey attack. “Of course,” she said, gritting her teeth. She marched over to the light switch, flicked it off, and closed Ron’s door with a slam.