“You know. . .of all the things I was expecting today. This was pretty far down the list.” Shego said, an amused smile crossing her face. She sat in a large chair, her hands bound to the sides of the chair. She was afforded just enough movement so that she could cross one shapely leg over the other. She wore her usual black and green suit: body tight and leaving nothing to the imagination. Her face switched between an interested smirk and bored frown, that she couldn't decide on an expression was the only hint that she was well and truly surprised. “This was really supposed to be a pretty simple B-and-E job. Not that it matters at this point.” She adjusted herself further back in the chair as the gun pointed at her tracked her movements. Shego tensed, becoming silent.


Looking at what was pointed at her, gun was perhaps a strong word. While obviously a weapon, it was only gun-like in rough shape. It was much too vibrant, with bright lights running up and down the barrel and body. It contrasted sharply with the black latex suit that its owner was wearing. It was a leather bodice with a matching pair of leather bottoms that covered only the barest part of her pelvic region. All else was pale, milk-white skin. She sat in a chair opposite Shego, slim legs which ended in sharp stiletto heels poking into the carpet of the home. The ray-gun continued to point at Shego, held in one perfectly manicured hand. With a toss of her bright red hair, a familiar sight to Shego, she spoke. “Well, I’m definitely glad that you’re here! This is certainly much more fun than whatever I had planned.” Dr. Ann Possible said, smiling. “I thought that I was going to have to go out in order to find some fun! You saved me a lot of work.” A hum came from the brightly colored piece of machinery pointed at Shego as Ann came closer and closer to firing it.


Shego wasn’t lying when she said it was supposed to be a simple day for her. She had come to the Possible household only in order to find a piece of equipment that had gone missing from Drakken’s lab. They had run out of potential leads and were getting a bit experimental with their leads. Thus, the pale green henchwoman found herself going to her arch nemesis' house. Without much to go on, she had to search everywhere, going room to room checking whatever she could. Though she was quiet as a panther, it was now obvious that Shego had been marked since she had entered the house. Ann had calmly followed along behind, ready for trouble. It wasn’t until Shego had been focused on picking the lock to a door that she had revealed herself, putting the ray-gun between her shoulder blades. It was then a matter of cheerfully and happily asking Shego to join her in the living room.


“So, what’s up with the leather?” Shego ventured, trying to buy some time so she could think of some way to escape. “Birthday surprise for the hubby?”


“No. . .no! This is just for me.” Ann smiled, never losing her motherly demeanor. “A little something to do with the kids and husband out of the house.” She sighed. “There are just some things that you have to put to the side as you get older. Career takes off, kids need raising, and the house needs looking after. Some things just have to be hobbies.”


“And what things would those be?” Shego said, trying to quietly test her restraints. Bursting out of them wouldn’t be hard, just igniting her hands would burn away the ropes. It was really a question of if she could do it before Kimmie’s lovely mother got a shot off on her. It would be a piece of cake to disarm the mother of three. If Shego couldn’t stop a middleaged woman in dominatrix gear then she should just retire.


“Supervillainy of course!” Ann laughed at Shego’s abrupt surprise. The green shaded woman actually started in her chair, cocking her head. “Nothing major of course. It was always just something fun to do on the weekends.” Ann looked away for a second, lost in happy youthful memories. “Just enough to cause a little mischief here and there, but always small enough that I could stay off anyone’s record.” She paused quickly to put a domino mask on and stand up from the chair, lowering her gun just slightly. She indulged herself further by showing off her outfit to Shego. Despite the deep black color of the leather, its tightness, and obvious sex appeal, Ann still retained her motherly energy. She made the outfit cute and maybe a little silly, though it must have been much different when she was younger. “Kind of impressive that it still fits after all these years!” She smiled. It was then that Shego made her move.

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