Drakken Schemes

“I don’t know anything that’s happened to Kim Possible after we left her in the Acme factory! Hrrm!” Drakken grunted in frustration before his giant monitor. “Why don’t I have spy cameras inside her house!? Why don’t I have drones looking through her windows!? Why don’t I have a monitor like they have in comic books that can show things even without cameras!??” But he still pushed buttons and toggled switches, trying to get to see what he wanted to see.

“Don’t ask me,” Shego sneered. “I never did understand this whole ‘Honor Between Rivals’ thing you and the other villains and villainesses have with the heroes and heroines.”

“You’ve never seen "Megamind"? What is a bad guy without a good opponent? (And vice versa in vice.)”

“I don’t like animation.” She shoved him aside and punched the channel selector to something else. “”And I especially hate this animation!!”

Pubic-hairless, Jessica Rabbit’s 40N boobs (muscles flexing and flesh swaying) were controlling the tassels of her pasties so well they were reaching out and softly caressing the face of one of Drakken’s Henchco-men. When one tickled him under his chin, he practically rose out of his seat with it as his dick rose in his uniform’s pants. His butt landed hard back down as the tassels left him as the toon bombshell turned her luscious ass to him. But a tassel came around a high-gloved arm and beckoned.

Unable to remain just tantalized anymore, he rushed at her. A sidestep and a hip-dodge, and she easily evaded his grasp. As he passed her, though, in one languid move, she had unzipped him, releasing his hard-on! It skidded up the wall beneath the screen showing a montage of Jessica Rabbit porn. (“P-p-p-please!” “Oh, yes! Beg, Roger! I love when you say all those P’s against my pussy!” “P-p-pretty p-p-please, P-p-p-ussycat! P-p-permit mmme to p-p-please!”)

The man swung himself and his erection around and charged again. Again the vivid redhead turned to continue her game of mouse-and-cat. But she stumbled in her 5” heels, and before the time the 6 ft woman had steadied herself, her ass was being penetrated by her former victim’s cock.

“Get it out, Melvin! Get it out!! I ain’t gay!!”

“I’ll make you happy, Bob! I know I can! Gimme the chance!”

The two twisted, pushed and pulled against one another until they fell. And still, they struggled on, with Melvin’s cock hardly ever leaving Bob’s a-hole while his hips were whap-slapping against suppleness too toon to be real. Despite Bob’s cries of protest, her back hole would stretch out and suck the people pole back inside her.

Shego’s hands flared up with green plasma flame. “I’m going to have a ‘talk’ with Melvin!”

“You do that, but let me have a talk with Bob. How am I going to have a Reality-Altering Army of Bimbos, if they can’t forget they were once men?! Once they become their idea of the perfect bimbo, they are supposed to be compelled to be their own sexist idea of the perfect bimbo!”

“Serve them right!” Shego said before turning her outrage back to her employer. “You couldn’t make an ‘Army of Bimbos’ out of most women. There’s always a part of a real woman that resists becoming a complete and total bimbo. For a few hours, even a few weeks, but sooner or later, most women would vomit the debasing out!”

“I think you’re wrong. Call it the male chauvinist in me. But, even so, the women wouldn't have already been brainwashed by Henchco to be the perfect, well (Grumble), semi-perfect, stooges.”

“Oh, they’re Stooges, alright,” Shego sneered while she glared. “Only Curly Joe is missing.”

“Melvin, you shot your jizz up my ass! I’ll get you for that!!”

Drakken took controls and zoomed in for a closeup. “The next phase of our experiment begins, Shego! What do you think we’ll see?”

“Skat!? You’re one sick puppy, Drakken.”

“Puppies love it, and everybody loves puppies, Shego,” Drakken toyed with her. “But I don’t want to see brown! I want to see ink! What will happen to Melvin when he gets Jessica’s indelible ink on him? Will secondhand ink be enough to create more toon tramps? Or will I have to waste more of the precious supply from my thermos?”

“Yeah,” Shego saw this point of his. “Now that Global Justice knows about it, they won’t be letting anybody near that Acme factory again. If they haven’t destroyed it by now.”