“Honestly, I’m partial to the hamster wheel,” Ron admitted as his head poked out from behind the bra, just far enough to see without being seen.
“Ron!” Kim snapped. “How could you choose a—?”
“Smarty Mart shopper, remember,” Ron cut in. “There’s no need to waste money on anything fancy and costly when a cheap piece of plastic works just as well.” At Kim’s indignation, he further elaborated, “Plus, it’s good karma. If we do something nice for Shego, maybe she’ll do something nice for us. And we should try to have some say in how we’re treated.” Hoping that the mercenary didn’t have a clear view of his face, Ron strained his eyebrows until Kim seemed to get the picture. Shego was out to humiliate them as part of her sick scheme to condition them into obedience. That much was obvious. However, Ron hoped to pick as many less humiliating items as possible so their owner wouldn’t feel the need to pick up the slack.
Kim had no idea what Ron was up to. However, he clearly had some kind of plan, so she decided to trust him and follow his lead. “Can we get the clear wheel without any color? Call me crazy, but I’d rather avoid any chance of one of the colored ones catching some weird light and tanning my skin blue or something. Let’s face it, given my luck lately, that’s a possibility.”
Shego threw a hand over her mouth as she snorted a laugh. “I’m s-I’m sorry. It-it just looks like my tits are having a very intense conversation.” She paused to wipe a tear from her eye. “The clear one, right? I’ll just go get a basket.”
“‘Ello, mum,” greeted a middle-aged, balding man. He wore a plain gray vest, blue jeans, a wedding ring on his finger, and his accent was vaguely British. “‘Aven’t seen you round these parts before. New?”
Feeling her pets squirm and try sinking deeper into her bra, Shego folded her arms under her chest and put on her most neighborly smile. “Yes, just moved in the other day. My name’s Samantha. It’s nice to meet you.”
It turned Kim’s stomach how convincing Shego’s act was.
“Pleasure,” he replied with a nod. “Name’s Charles, and I take you’ve got a couple ‘f little dears nestled away in your bodice.”
Shego quickly scanned the man for any signs of hostility, but found nothing. “Yes, I adopted the little dears just before we moved in, so they’re a little shy around strangers.”
Charles’ grin grew. “Yeah, I figured as much. I’ve also got a sweet little dearie with me. I’ll introduce ya.” Then, without a hint of hesitation, the man reached into the front of his pants, fished around, and eventually pulled out a tiny black woman in her early twenties. “Say ‘ello, Shauna.”
“‘Ello, Shauna,” she greeted in imitation of the man’s accent as she giggled. Shauna was naked, save for the large band wrapped around her middle with a strap in front and glistening liquid running down her thighs. It wasn’t hard to guess where she’d been tied, yet she looked remarkably chipper. “Samantha, was it? It’s a pleasure. I’m guessing you already met my dad.”
“Dad, huh?” Shego warily noted. “Your dad keeps you in his pants?”
“Not my idea, I assure ya,” Charles asserted, shaking his head with a smile. “She’s quite the little minx, she is. Though, I like to think I’m more like her boyfriend by this point.”
“That sounds like a story,” Shego replied, sincerely intrigued by the prospect of a fellow minizora owner who wasn’t horrible. She’d have liked to vet the guy first before letting him talk to her pets, but she was confident she could spin things in her favor, whatever the case.
“Not much, really,” Charles dismissed. “I was at university when I saw some kids messing with a box on the road. I thought it was an abandoned kitten or somethin’, so I scared ‘em off. You can guess my shock when I found this little beauty in there.”
“I was young and don’t remember how I got in that box,” Shauna continued, hands wrapped under her ample tits. “But, it’s not hard to guess. When minizoras are born, most parents are either perverts who use them, or lazy good-for-nothings who abandon us at the first chance. I was in the latter group, but was lucky enough to meet this charmer.” She smiled up at the man old enough to be her father as she stood bare-assed in his hand without a shred of modesty. “He took me in, looked out for me, and once I got old enough, I started returning the favor.”
“With his penis,” Shego inferred.
Shauna shrugged. “Whatever’s available. I get horny like mad, and he helps me do what I need to keep steady.”
“That’s an oddly clinical way of looking at it,” Kim spoke up, prompting Shego to help the tiny girl poke her head out of the cleavage. The redhead stayed behind the bra so the strangers couldn’t see her bare tits, but she quietly hoped they’d recognize her face. Honestly, she’d rarely interacted with minizoras apart from Ron, so this was a rare treat. “I mean, I get that it’s hard being horny all the time. That’s just part of thei-our condition,” she corrected. “But is that really alright? You just… use him for sex?”
“I’ve got no complaints,” Charles replied in good humor.
“I don’t use him,” Shauna replied with an indignant huff. “If anything, he uses me to rant about his day when his wife’s not around because that’s what he needs. It’s just that my needs are more… ongoing.” She chuckled and began rubbing her slit while the new people stared in wide-eyed shock. Well, the women were shocked, anyway. However, before she got too far, Charles wrapped his fingers around her lithe form and deposited her back in his pants, fixing the straps, so she was once more affixed to his dick.
Charles apologized and dismissed himself. Apparently, Shauna had gotten in a mood, and he needed to find somewhere private to attend her needs, leaving everyone with their thoughts.
Kim looked at Ron as she recalled his rationalization of using the other girls at school to satisfy his lust. If that had been coping, it was a popular mindset, apparently. Or worse, maybe she didn’t know as much about general minizora life as she liked to think. If things had happened differently, Kim would probably be walking around with Ron under her clothes while she awaited his signal to find somewhere private so he could satisfy himself with her body. It sounded awful in a general sense, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t see the appeal. Now they were both in the same position as that girl, only with Shego as their carrier. It was mortifyingly erotic.
Also, the man had a wife who, presumably, was fine with him walking around town with another woman strapped to his penis. Kim had seen plenty of such things online, but she’d assumed most of those were just stunts for views. Just how wrong was she about minizoras, anyway?
Shego recalled her dislike for the woman at Dalia’s. Not only was she an immoral monster, she was downright stupid to let a minizora of any age get away. By some lucky fluke of evolution, the entire breed was hot. Were their circumstances different, Shego wouldn’t have been opposed to renting someone like Shauna. Although, there was no question that owning a pet was preferable, especially when they shared such a history. On that note, at least in general behavior, Shauna seemed like an ideal worth striving for. A minizora who happily jumped down her owner’s pants sounded exactly like Shego’s ultimate goal. Granted, her vision was far more one-sided in terms of power dynamics, but Charles and Shauna weren’t without their charms.
Ron was stone-faced as he watched the old man disappear behind the aisles. His story sounded like something from a bad Lifetime movie. However, if true, the blond boy couldn’t help but feel envious. Those two had everything he wished he could get from Kim. Unfortunately, countless circumstances had interfered with that dream, the latest being the massive knockers attached to his and Kim’s kidnapper. And while it was reassuring to have confirmation that not all minizora owners were scum bags, such a thought had a more dastardly implication. Since their capture, he’d repeatedly reassured Kim that Shego wasn’t their worst possible option. However, if they were in this for the long haul, then there was the dreadful possibility that Shego’s caring would grow more profound, and they might… like each other. Ron’s eyes then fell to the straining fabric around his crotch and thought, Traitor!
Ultimately, Shego fetched a suitable basket and resumed shopping.
1 They explore the clothing aisle
2 Shego shops for herself in the accessories and sex toy aisles
3 Shego lets her pets pick out some recreational items
4 Shego takes a tour of minizoras for adoption in the back
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