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So.

The thing is.

The thing is.

Well. So. The issue–

It’s not. It’s. Hmm.

So listen. It’s not that she hasn’t done things like this before.

Requests aren’t…they aren’t constant, but she’s done enough of them to have an official payment and detail system set up for them. And there’s only been a very few times she’s turned one down – a viewer asking for her to include something she hates, or personal information, or trying to get too personal with her.

This request doesn’t do any of that.

It’s just. Well.

Honestly, it isn’t even that “out there” in terms of some of the content she’s seen other people do. The request is almost too reasonable – from an objective perspective. Obviously. Obviously.

It’s not even really anything that would be new to Kim, specifically, in terms of the…uh…action part of it. Really the only holdup on her end is the…roleplaying aspect. And! Not even the act of roleplaying itself! Just…what. She would be roleplaying doing. Or….having being done to her. And by whom.

Kim shudders a little and slams the lid of her laptop closed, covering her face with her hands as she spins around in her chair.

From a completely objective, rational perspective, there is absolutely no reason that the request currently sitting in her inbox should bother her.

And yet.

And Kim hates to think it, let alone say it, but it’s not even…like, it’s not that she would – listen, she wouldn’t even have to buy anything, okay? She has all of the necessary equipment. Actually, she has had The necessary equipment for a while.

Sitting in a box at the back of her closet.

Untouched. Well…unused.

Kim shifts a little in her seat, face flushing red and hot under her hands as a similar heat flares up…lower. Ahem.

So the real issue is that Kim actually can’t come up with a single excuse for why she wouldn’t be able to fulfill the request.

And she knows that’s not exactly necessary. If she really hated the idea so much she could just ignore it. Or tell the viewer she’s not actually taking requests right now. Or she could pretend to disappear off to a solitary mountain in Tibet, or something.

But no. The real issue is that the request came in a week ago and Kim has not stopped thinking about it. She hasn’t deleted the message, but she hasn’t done anything else with it, either. She’s just….thought about it. A lot.

So here’s the sitch: Global Justice doesn’t exactly pay Kim or give her any sort of benefits as of now. She’s been told there will be opportunities for that – after she finishes college, if she becomes, like, a freelance agent for them, or fully joins up. But as it stands, any sort of compensation or payment for her missions goes directly back into funding, travel, tech, all that – which isn’t exactly something a normal college student can use to pay for things like tuition, or textbooks, or, god forbid, food and rent.

So, like any normal struggling young adult trying to make some extra cash, she started, well. Camming.

Kim tries not to be smug or conceited about her looks, but she knows all of her training for missions and gymnastics and cheerleading haven’t exactly done her any harm in that department. And thanks to Wade, who was surprisingly willing to set up a barebones site for her that would be totally secure in terms of her personal information, she has a completely anonymous place for her content – no way for it to be traced back to her, as either a student or the world-saver.

Her setup is simple: some softer lights, a clean bedspread (or floor, or wallspace, or, on one occasion, bathroom counter), and a camera, angled to capture her body, her background, and nothing higher up than her lips. So while she is technically anonymous, Kim can acknowledge that her physique and hair color might lend themselves towards…specific fantasies her viewers might have.

Anyways. What this all adds up to is Kim setting up to record, all of her equipment ready, trying desperately to not get too wet as she adjusts the camera angle and does not start thinking about what the large, ridged, green dildo is going to feel like inside of her.

Really, the whole request felt so pointed that if Kim didn’t have the utmost faith in Wade’s abilities she would have been checking to make sure there hadn’t been some sort of, like, information breach that leaked her identity. But she does have the utmost faith in Wade’s abilities, which means that Kim also definitely has not been thinking about a potential confrontation with a for sure nameless, absolutely faceless viewer who would never have a voice that drips like honey off of a tongue that-

Anyways.

Kim sets the dildo out of frame for the time being and settles down into the mattress, slightly propped up by her pillows. The camera is recording already, but she allows herself a few deep breaths before starting properly.

She has a fairly standard warm-up routine that gets her going, starting with lightly trailing her fingertips over her body. Skittering over her neck, down her sternum, brushing just barely across her stomach for a minute before slipping back upwards to caress around her breasts before starting to circle inwards to her nipples.

It feels good. It makes her skin tingle pleasantly and her nerves stand at attention, anticipatory of what’s coming next. A slow waking up of her body for pleasure.

But today, it feels off.

Her expression stays neutral for the camera, but Kim frowns internally. She was planning on moving into the actual fulfilment of the request further in, and she definitely needed to warm up first before taking the dildo- oh, there it was, a low tingle of proper arousal starting low in her gut.

She’s starting to run her fingers towards her nipples when a thought hits her so hard it feels like a bomb detonating somewhere inside her chest.

She wouldn’t do it like that.

Kim freezes.

Well, okay, clearly her animal hindbrain has opinions on how Kim is trying to direct this, and who is Kim to claim that her hormonal subconscious is, um, wrong. And, come to think of it, the requester was probably expecting something a bit less, uh, soft and sensual, and she should deliver. In for a penny, in for a pounding. Or something.

Kim trails one hand back down her body, circling her stomach. The other she slides directly over to a nipple, and without thinking further, she pinches.

“Fuck.”

It takes a concerted effort for Kim to keep her entire body from arching off the bed.

Okay. Well. Good to know, she supposes. She uses the same hand to palm roughly at her breast, squeezing and dragging her nails just a bit more sharply than usual, and it feels good, so good that very quickly she is switching her hand over to her other breast to give it the same treatment, and the jolt that runs through her at the contact on her neglected skin prompts a needy keen to spill from her throat.

Which is, from an objective standpoint, interesting, because Kim generally does not vocalize much during these sessions, and now here’s two within a couple of minutes. Which could mean nothing. Probably it means nothing.

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, cupcake.”

The sensation of wetness against her fingertips is what prompts Kim to open her eyes, and in fact realize they had been closed in the first place. As it turns out, the hand that hadn’t been toying with her own breasts had decided to dip down between her legs entirely without permission. And it also appeared that she had gotten almost obscenely wet from just this.

“Flattering.”

Her hips buck upwards.

Just barely. More of a twitch, really.

Okay, fine. If her subconscious wants her body to give over to the scene so bad, she’ll let it.

”Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Kim kind of wants to scream, but she is still on camera, so she makes do with a low moan as she presses two fingers inside herself with no further preamble. She feels the stretch just barely, and nowhere near as much as she normally would, but considering the immediate and overwhelming wetness she’s met with it’s not that much of a surprise.

She starts an easy rhythm, still desperately gripping onto the mindset of getting herself ready to take the cock, trying to get back to the idea of slowly loosening herself up-

“I thought we learned this lesson already. Cute that you’re still trying to ignore it.”

-and decides that whatever insane part of her brain decided to inflict her with visions of Shego’s voice whispering in her ear while she gets herself off can be reprimanded and dealt with later.

Kim curls her fingers up, rubbing against her front wall while the palm of her hand grinds against her clit. Her other hand goes back to massaging her chest, every so often harshly catching a nipple between her thumb and the flat of her index finger.

She works herself up much more quickly than before, her internal fantasy-Shego encouraging her the whole time.

“There you go, see, isn’t that better? C’mon, baby, you know you want it. Look at you, spread out so pretty for me.”

Kim doesn’t know where she’s pulling all of these phrases from, but when she realizes she’s bent her knees to either side and is basically full-on presenting herself for the camera, she decides to move to the main event before she loses control. Mournfully pulling her fingers out, she reaches blindly to the side of the bed.

The cock is green. Not normal plastic toy green, but a softer and slightly paler tone, almost shining like silk next to her skin as she wraps her fingers around it. For half a second, Kim debates grabbing the bottle of lube she had also put out – it is a decent size, in girth as well as length, and she hasn’t used many toys with ridges like this before-

“Aww, princess, I think you’re plenty wet on your own, don’t you?”

Kim shudders, barely stopping herself from responding out loud. She can almost imagine Shego curled in behind her, chin tucked onto Kim’s shoulder, infuriating smirk right at her ear.

“Don’t play coy now, don’t you want my cock in you? I know I do.”

Fantasy-Shego makes a compelling point. Kim does want her cock in her.

She has just enough self-restraint to not really try to put it all in at once, but she doesn’t make a show of the lead-up like she usually would. Kim grips it near the base and angles the tip to just kiss over her clit, which has started a low, throbbing pulse that matches the one deeper in her core. She circles it, just once, and is not prepared for the electric shock of pleasure that runs through her.

Kim pants slightly, letting the tip rest right at her clit, which is usually safe enough, except with the throbbing, and the pulsing, it almost feels like-

“I bet you could come just from this.”

Kim whines.

“Oh, baby, don’t worry, I won’t make you. I wanna fuck you too bad anyways.”

Distantly, Kim is aware that it’s ridiculous to feel relieved by that. Shego’s not actually here, and if she was Kim would have a whole separate list of concerns from whether or not Shego would fuck her properly, or even if she’d want to, and hey, this is actually Kim’s- requester, Kim’s requester’s fantasy, but Kim’s control-

“Kim, put my cock in your pussy.”

Kim does.

She only gets a few inches in before the stretch starts overpowering her arousal, but God-

“Just me.”

-it’s good. Her hand is trembling just slightly at the base of the cock from the sensation of being filled so suddenly, sending slight vibrations down its length and into her.

“Come on, Kimmy, so close, just a bit more, gentle now, just while you get used to me-”

Kim has been pressing the cock deeper and deeper into herself, a little at a time, and has completely given up on controlling the rest of her body as pleasure arcs down what feels like every one of her nerve endings. Each ridge that slips in catches inside her, and it’s taking all of her concentration not to slip into the wave of overwhelming stimulation each time. Her mouth is open, and from the vibration in her chest she’s pretty sure she’s moaning, or humming, maybe, but she can’t hear it because the last inch of the cock slides in and all she hears is-

“Good girl, such a good girl for me, taking my cock so well, wanted this so bad, I can tell, can feel you clenching around me-”

-and as she starts up a rhythm, not fast, but deep, slow, almost punishing, Kim can practically feel Shego above her, and her unoccupied hand is moving back to her chest, replaced in her mind’s eye with Shego’s long fingers, tweaking and pulling at one nipple, and the image of her head dipping down to bite the other is so vivid that Kim almost feels a phantom sensation of her mouth on her.

Her cock starts moving faster, grinding down a bit with every stroke, and the pleasure increases so sharply that Kim almost slams her thighs closed, wants to trap Shego between them, only-

“Keep those open or I’ll hold you down – unless that’s what you want, hm, pretty girl?”

-so Kim’s thighs stay spread open, letting Shego’s cock pound into her with abandon, and she’s so close, she needs- she just needs-

“C’mon, Kimmy, rub your clit, come for me, come all over my cock-”

So Kim’s hand snakes down her front and rubs tight, frantic circles over her clit, feeling the base of Shego’s cock nudge against her fingers, and it only takes another few seconds before she’s coming.

Her vision goes nearly black, stomach clenching and pulling inwards, a high, drawn-out moan spilling from her lips. The cock keeps moving, riding out her orgasm, before Kim finally slows her arm to a stop and pulls it out.

Fuck.

Her limbs feel like jelly. Her thighs are still shaking. After a few minutes, when she finally feels recovered enough to be aware of the sweat drying on her skin and want something to drink, just to get rid of the dryness from her open-mouthed panting, she shifts to sit up, bracing her arms behind herself-

And collapses back down. Because one, her shoulders are shaking and don’t want to support her weight just yet, and two. Two.

Number two, as Kim went to push forward, she became aware of the rather large wet spot on the bedspread, just under the juncture of her thighs. And that is not something that tends to happen with any sort of regularity, even when Kim is doing a longer session or real, personal self-care.

Kim brushes sweaty hair off of her forehead and blows out a breath.

So much for an easy request.

(Later, when editing, Kim will discover that she moaned Shego's name several times over the course of the session. She leaves them in.)

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Shego is entirely aware of her reasons for following a specific content creator.

If asked by literally anyone, she would deny it and set them on fire, but privately she can admit to herself that it is entirely about the girl’s gorgeous red hair and lithe body bearing a striking resemblance to a certain someone that Shego’s been pressed up against particularly often, though obviously in more combative circumstances than her fantasies tend to run wild with.

As such, Shego views her, shall she say, dalliance as a method of self control. Watching and, ah, engaging with this creator provides Shego with an energetic and hormonal outlet, which keeps her from doing things she shouldn’t do on the job, like pinning Kim Possible to a wall and pulling the girl’s cargo pants down with her teeth while her hands burn her shirt to ash.

And to be fair to her, this creator is good at what she does. She’s clearly found her niche in the camming world, and, like…it’s weird to say, but Shego can tell she’s pretty authentic in her videos. She’s performing, obviously, but it doesn’t feel like she’s putting on a show, which makes the rare few noises she lets out even hotter, in Shego’s opinion.

She’s subscribed, obviously, and kicks some extra money over every so often, but she’s never requested any content – that feels a bit too close to feeding the beast for comfort – so she is entirely taken by surprise when she starts the new video.

It’s been a long day in a long week and Shego’s feeling a bit frustrated and pent-up, and she’s hoping to convert some of her potential energy into kinetic, so to speak, and this is easier than finding a place with fire safety measures coded enough to turn herself into a flaming torch for a while. She starts the video on her computer and moves around her room, grabbing a couple of toys and preparing to treat herself to a longer session. Hopefully the video, which is simply titled “Request from a Patron,” will get her going a bit, and then maybe she can flip back to some of her older favorites.

She’s got everything set up on the bed and is just going to grab her computer when she hears her own name coming out of the speakers. She freezes for a second and looks at the screen.

Oh, she absolutely needs to rewind.

The girl has two fingers in her pussy, curling hard, and one nipple trapped in a tight pinch, if the flush on it where it peeks out between her fingers is anything to go by.

While she’s certainly done a few videos like this before, this roughness is unusual. And her saying Shego’s name has certainly never happened before. She would remember.

Shego brings the computer over to her bed and sits down cross-legged, rewinding the video to the start. She watches as the girl starts out how she usually does, running her fingers over her body in a way that Shego absolutely imagines doing herself in her mind. She watches as something visibly changes in her energy at the first rough squeeze of her breast, the breathless “fuck” she lets out, like she can’t control it, so different from her usual sighs and moans, as her hips buck up at a seemingly thoughtless touch from the hand not occupied at her chest.

By the time the girl is fucking into herself with her fingers, far rougher than she usually does, Shego can feel her own wetness from her heel is pressed up against her core.

It looks like it takes effort for her to pull her fingers out, but she does, reaching just out of view of the camera for–

Fuck.

Shego feels like her brain is melting. What the hell.

This is definitely a new toy, or at least new to being on camera. It’s big, and curved, and ridged, and green. Pale emerald green. Pale emerald green pretty close to the way Shego’s skin gets when she’s worked up.

What the hell.

She feels, fucking, transfixed, or something, staring with her jaw hanging as the girl twitches and reacts to the barest press of the dildo’s tip to her clit. Shego gasps as she pushes the cock inside herself, getting several inches in before she has to stop, slick practically gushing out around it. Her hand stops, but the rest of her body doesn’t seem to get the message, hips rolling upwards to try to take more of the cock as it’s held in place. Tremors twitch up her stomach as each ridge disappears into her, and there’s a low, almost crooning noise spilling from her mouth, from somewhere deep in her chest.

Shego’s losing her fucking mind.

She’s almost too worked up to really feel it at this point, just shy of numb as the girl starts working up a rhythm, as her hand starts playing with her chest again. Her name starts spilling from her lips and Shego jerks, heel pressing harder against herself in a way that sends a white-hot bolt of pleasure through her entire system, but Shego can’t give in to her own urges at this point, desperate to watch the girl’s orgasm.

Which is absolutely worth it. Her other hand snakes down to rub furiously at her clit, and her entire body bows up, arms locking with intense tremors as she rides out the wave. Slick wetness coats the dildo now, shiny in the dimmer lighting, and some has soaked into the bedspread.

Shego needs–

Shego needs.

Her whole body is burning hotter than her plasma. She can barely think. It feels like every cell in her body has turned horny.

She makes what is probably a disastrous decision.

Standing on shaky legs, she grabs her phone from her nightstand and fires off a text.

she-go-fast: i need a favor.

booooze: ya wassup

she-go-fast: i want a custom.

booooze: oh lmao?

booooze: yeah ok send me your model and i can get it to you in like two weeks prob

she-go-fast: how much to get it within the week

booooze: UM

booooze: regular price but you get me the materials in the next 48 hours and tell me who it is

she-go-fast: regular price i give materials and i donate some plasma for show effects.

booooze: …fine.

she-go-fast: you’ll have the model in the next hour.

This is, possibly, the craziest thing Shego has done. Which is saying quite a fucking lot.

To recap: Shego got so worked up that she made a 3D model of the dildo in the video to send to her insane engineer-mechanic friend to make a replica of it, with the addition of some proprietary technology that will allow it to…interface with Shego’s anatomy.

So now she’s staring down at a new camera, the dildo, and her favorite strap-on harness, hands on her hips.

Let it never be said that Shego does anything by half measures.

The camera gets set up. The harness settles on her hips, and the dildo fits easily into its ring, Shego taking care to slide the receptor plate right against her clit, nudging the extra protrusion at the base of the dildo just inside of herself.

The camera starts recording. Shego pulls the video up on her phone and drops it next to her on the bed, where she’s settled into a reclining position, both legs out in front of her, one bent at the knee. She knows she looks lazily powerful, carefully in control.

Already, the soft sighs from her phone are making her fingers twitch with desire, so she doesn’t draw it out any longer.

She pulls out a bottle of lube from behind a pillow, pouring some into her palm. She spreads it over her fingers, rubbing her thumb over the meat of them and between her knuckles, coating them all in the glistening substance.

Then, she closes her hand around the base of the dildo and gives it a firm stroke.

Her chest jumps a little with her sigh. She strokes again and hums quietly, eyes falling closed and head tipping back to the wall behind her. God, it’s been so long since she’s done this, and Boze has definitely made improvements on the interface matrix – or maybe she’s just terribly pent-up. After a furious release in the immediate wake of watching the video for the first time, she hasn’t come for the past week, even with snippets of the video playing in her mind's eye on a loop.

She tips her head back down and focuses in, slipping into a persona like a well-worn costume. On screen, the girl has just started getting rougher with herself, and in Shego’s mind, the girl is replaced with Kim.

Shego thumbs over the tip of her cock and her hips buck up. She catches her lower lip between her teeth and lets out a low, throaty moan as she repeats the motion.

“Fuck,” she lets out, as the girl on screen pushes her fingers into herself. “So wet, God.”

As she said, nothing by half measures. She’s going to play this out exactly as it has a million times in her head over the past week.

She starts stroking a bit more firmly, pumping up and down to the same rhythm that the Kim in her mind’s eye fucks herself with.

“Want you to get yourself ready for me,” she grits out. “Spread yourself open, show me how much you want it.”

She runs her unoccupied hand through her hair, sweeping it to the side. “I know you’ve been thinking about taking my cock, don’t deny it. I know exactly what you want.”

In the video, the girl is reaching for the dildo. “And I’ll give it to you…if you ask.”

In Shego’s mind, Kim whines.

Shego slides herself down a bit and starts bucking into her own hand, as opposed to stroking it down her cock. “Come on, pretty girl, I want you to use your words. I’ll make you feel so good, I promise. I just want you to beg for it.

“Please,” Kim moans in Shego’s head, “I want it, I want it so bad, please fuck me-”

Shego’s hips stutter up, and she moans louder. “Good girl, so good for me, you’re taking me so well. You’re gonna look ravaged when I’m done with you, marked up so pretty with my teeth and lips.”

Her eyes slip closed again, imagining Kim above her, riding her, bouncing on her cock. Shego would lean up and bite her, over her breasts, of course, and on her neck and shoulders as well, marking her up with her teeth, feeling Kim’s groan vibrate in her throat as Shego licks over her jugular. Kim’s skin is so smooth and pale, it would take color so well, blooming in gorgeous reds and purples.

The scene changes like liquid, and now Kim’s underneath her, knees folded back almost to her chest as Shego pounds into her. She tries to close her legs around Shego but she grips onto her thighs and pushes them back, forcing her to take every ounce of pleasure and not letting her close herself off or squirm away.

“Mine,” she growls into Kim’s neck, pulling back to look down at her, sliding her thumb over Kim’s bottom lip, pressing just slightly onto her tongue. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes, Kim moans, laving her tongue against Shego’s fingers. “Please.”

“Please what, pretty girl?”

Shego continues out loud. “Want me to keep fucking you? To fuck you harder? To make you come?”

She starts stroking her hand over her cock again, matching her own rhythms to each other so her hips rock up perfectly into her downstroke. “I want to, baby, so bad. Want you to come on my cock, feel you fluttering around me, want to watch your face as you fall apart.”

“And then I want to keep going,” she pants, hips starting to stutter as her pleasure climbs rapidly. “I want to make you come again, watch you veer between too-much and not-enough, until you have no choice but to give in again, and again, until you’re a shaking mess, spilling all over yourself and me, and because you’ve done so well for me I’ll come wherever you want me to–”

In Shego’s head, Kim begs her to come inside, and Shego breaks with a roar of a moan, pumping herself through it, hips pressing upwards like they’re looking for something.

When she comes down, the room is quiet, the video on Shego’s phone having ended. She sighs and stretches in place, twisting her spine with a few satisfying pops. The artificial cum is drying uncomfortably on her legs, and she wipes it off with a towel she had prepared for this purpose.

On the one hand, Shego’s not sure how she’s going to keep herself from pouncing the next time she crosses paths with Kim at work. Now that there’s a video practically tailor-made to her fantasies, and now that she’s made this video actively fantasizing about fucking her, it’s going to be even harder to resist pinning her to the nearest flat surface. Or chair. Or creep up on her caught in a trap. Shego’s not picky, really.

On the other hand, she will definitely be doing this again. She really missed Boze’s tech.

Speaking of which, her phone buzzes, lighting up with a notification, and Shego lazily swipes to open it up.

booooze: hope the new toy worked out well

booooze: and btw

she-go-fast: it did

booooze: oh awesome

she-go-fast: what were you saying?

booooze: just that for no particular reason i’ve got you an untraceable hosting site if you need it for anything

she-go-fast: you know what. you’re a freak

booooze: girl??

she-go-fast: no i respect it

she-go-fast: untraceable? how untraceable

booooze: same systems i run my personal servers on. no one’s cracked it yet. no one’s even found them yet. losers.

she-go-fast: you know what? i’ll take you up on that.