Promises, Promises (Patreon)

Lounging beneath her sunlamp, naked save for her usual pair of tanning goggles, Shego gyrates to the music playing in her earbuds.  Dr. Dre's "Nuthin' But A G Thang" is usually enough to get here there, her fingers slipping between her folds as a young Snoop Dogg extols the gangsta life.  A passing red-suited henchman tries not to stare as he passes her chambers, catching a fleeting glimpse as Shego bites her lower lip, two fingers plunging inside her again and again.

She'd gotten so use to having sex with Drakken, often multiple times per day, that doing it herself seemed a little odd.  It had been a solid week since Shego had acquired a test subject for his newest mind control device...and a solid week of him locked in his lab with said test subject.  Not that him locking himself in his lab for days on end was anything new, testing and perfecting some new device, but...  Not having all twelve inches of his blue manhood buried deep inside her at least once per day has left her a little wanting.

For as much as she couldn't stand the redheaded bane of her and Doc's existence when they were still acting, nothing has really changed since she and Doc have gone back to being actual villains.  She can't help but to feel a little satisfaction, knowing that Doc is in there having his way with her, day and night...and there's nothing she can do about it.  Then again, Shego does feel a twinge of jealousy.  Sure, she has a whole garrison of willing and eager henchmen to choose from, but....

It's just not the same.

Caught up in her own thoughts, Shego drives her fingers into her fold again and again, trying to imagine Doc jamming himself into her, driving her to the edge.  But that damned redhead...  No sooner has she felt a tinge of climax building inside her the thought of Kim's bubble-butt jiggling as Doc thrusts into her from behind enters her head.

Shego: Shit!  Shit!  Shit!  Oh, c'mon!  Really!?!

Snatching her fingers from between her legs, Shego balls her fists, repeated banging them on the couch beside her in frustration.  Grabbing her goggles, she flings them aside as she swings her legs off the side of the chaise.  Not even bothering to put on her robe draped over the back of the couch, Shego stomps out of the room.  Down the corridor and through the Drakken's office, the naked, raven-haired woman pays little attention to a group of suddenly wide-eyed henchmen mopping the floors.

Through the office and on to the huge metal door leading into Drakken's lab, Shego stops at the retinal scanner / keypad.  The henchmen stare on, ogling, then trade a look as an obviously irritated Shego stabs at the keypad buttons.  Not daring to say a word while she's within earshot, they watch as the massive door retracts into the wall and the bare-assed woman disappears inside.  No sooner has the heavy, steel door locked shut when the two balaclava-clad, goggle-wearing henchman turn to one another...

Henchman 1: Man, what I wouldn't give to bend that over and...

Henchman 2:  Uhh, dude.  We both did...  Like, last night.

Henchman 1:  Bro'?  That was you?!

Peering in from the gloom of the entryway, Shego...her anger growing as her imagination gets the best of her....fully expected to see an animated and lively Kim staring back at her, grinning as she bounced on Drakken's massive unit, mocking her.  What she sees, however, is an expressionless redhead...red-glowing eyes staring out into space, her mouth agape.  Naked, save for a couple of electrode patches on either temple and various other places on her body, she lay face down across Doc's workbench.  Her hips at the edge of the bench, legs dangling, the tips of her toes not quite touching the cold concrete floor, Kim's breasts heave and wobble beneath her.

Much like her previous vision of the two, Kim's bubble-butt jiggles and undulates as a lab coat-clad Drakken pounds her from behind.  Completely oblivious to Shego's presence, he doesn't even pause, reaching over to fiddle with some electronic monitoring device attached to his test subject.  Shego's imagined perception of Doc  locking himself away and having his way with their long-time arch-rival for his own personal enjoyment suddenly disappears.

Shego: Uhh, Doc?  Earth to Doc?

Drakken: (without looking at her) N-n-not n-now, Sh-sh-Shego.  I...  I...  I'm in th-the m-middle of an im-imp-important t-test.

As Drakken plows the usually bubbly, vivacious, and opinionated redhead, Shego is a little taken aback.  Watching a dull-eyed, emotionless, and silent Kim bounce and wobble as the villain thrusts a full foot of blue manhood into her again and again is unnerving to say the least.

Shego: I...  Uhhh, I see that.  Maybe you could, like...  

Shego, gives Drakken a lustful smirk, raising one eyebrow as she cocks her hip to the side.

Shego: Take five and...  Oh, I dunno, service your villainess?

Drakken: Sh-Shego, p-please.  Nuh-not n-now.

Seeing that Doc is fully engrossed in his work and nothing short of a blow from a ball-peen hammer will stop him, Shego has to resort to drastic measures.  Simply being naked (and willing) in front of him when he's 'in the zone' isn't enough.  In an 'ah-ha' moment, she tries to hide a clever smirk as she strides across the giant room.  There's only one thing that Doc really and truly covets.  One thing that will distract him long enough to stop an experiment.

Shego: Alright, well, if you can't be bothered to fulfill my needs for even a couple of minutes, then...

Shego opens the door to an anteroom and begins to rummage inside.  Standing before her is Drakken's prized, last remaining BeBe robot.  Pressing the power button just behind the androids ear, it begins to whir to life.  Unlike it predecessors, this one is unique.  Not unlike Drakken's newest mind control device, after a reboot, this too will only obey the person who activates it....and without all of the annoying 'revolt and take over the world' tendencies of it's forebears.

Shego: Heh.  Happy Birthday.

BeBe: Status?

Shego: Sex Slave.

BeBe: Commander?

Shego: Shego.

BeBe: Mission?

Shego smirks, looking over her shoulder at Doc.  

Shego: Jealousy.

Drakken, still fully engrossed in his experiment, has rolled his test subject onto her back, now holding onto Kim's thighs as he continues to poke and prod her.

Shego: Hey, Doc.  I'm gonna borrow this for a little while.  Since, you know, you can't be bothered.

Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2