It was uncanny how ordinary Shego looked as she pushed the shopping cart down the aisle. The woman who could tear through steel with her bare hands and frequently led small armies of henchmen into battle with a teenager could have been mistaken for someone who liked to look their best when going out for errands. Sure, her top was a little revealing, but her hair was done up in a nice ponytail, her shoes were fashionably sensible, and her skirt was fit for any office. Also, she gave off a vibe that practically screamed housewife. If not for the store’s wares, most would never suspect that the ordinary-looking woman had a couple of tiny minors shoved in her bra.
However, the aisle she perused made that last detail highly plausible. Sex toys of every variety lined the shelves, including some that Kim didn’t recognize. She couldn’t tear her eyes away as Shego repeatedly stopped and bent forward to give her pets a better look at whatever caught her attention.
“Oh, look at this. A flesh light with a transparent compartment for minizoras,” Shego appraised as she turned the item over in her hands. “A guy can rub one off and watch one of you little sweeties drown in his cum. Though, you can hold your breath, so you’d be fine. Then again, given your appetites, you could always eat yourselves free.” She chuckled at the mental image.
“Why are you even looking at that?” Ron asked. “I think I’ve been down there enough times to know that you don’t have the equipment for something like that.”
“Hmm, maybe not, but I still think it’s funny,” Shego said as she replaced the item, only to find something else. “Goodness gracious! Aren’t you precious!” she exclaimed like she was in a sixties TV show as she held up the dildo. “See this, pumpkin. These straps are to hold you in place while I use this baby to feed you into my hungry holes. The fabric is soft enough for your sensitive skin, but washable. I’ll bet Shauna was wearing something similar when she rode Charles’ dick. Isn’t that fascinating?” she asked with a girlish titter.
Kim stared mortified at Shego. “There is so much wrong with this, I don’t even know where to—Agh!” she grunted when a giant finger bopped her head. It didn’t really hurt, but it made the point.
“Now, now, pumpkin. Don’t be rude,” Shego lightly chided. “I’m just looking for the best gear to help satisfy my pets’ insatiable lust, and I’d appreciate if you could give a second opinion. For instance, would you like to ride this big black anaconda that’s almost as thick as my wrist, or would you feel more comfortable being strapped to this itty bitty white twig as I ram you up my ass?” she asked with a sinister smirk.
Kim didn’t hesitate. “The anaconda!” Her outburst surprised the others. “We know how much I can stretch, but I’m curious how you compare, mistress.”
“Beads!” Ron blurted, hoping to prevent a one-sided catfight. “Uh, let’s talk about beads for a second. Everybody loves beads, right? Plus, they’re all on sale.”
Shego eyed the section for hollow transparent spheres large enough to hold a tiny person in cramped conditions, confirming that the most expensive was half off. “Yeah, no thanks.”
“Just look at how small those things are,” Kim added. “My back aches just imagining being inside one.”
“Plus, they’re beads,” Shego elaborated. “This is a minizora store. What’s the point of shoving a minizora up my ass if I don’t get to feel their tiny body squirming around?”
“Um, they’re cleaner?” Ron weakly argued despite agreeing with both points.
“You’ve both got private baths, and I can run you under the sink if that’s not enough,” Shego countered. “I’ll bet they’re only on sale because no one wants to feel a ball instead of a body. Next.”
Ron gave a sigh of relief as they moved on. “Well, at least you two agree on something.” Idiot! he screamed at himself.
“You hear that, pumpkin?” Shego gushed as a finger affectionately petted the tiny girl’s head. “My little lemon drop said you finally had a good idea for once. I’m so proud of you.”
Kim shot a death glare at Ron while he pretended not to notice. Shego’s finger was rough and inescapable from the bra’s pouch. However, it wasn’t what the teen hero would call bad. In fact, the bra’s soft lining mixed with the expanse of warm boob flesh on her back was kind of pleasant. That it was Shego certainly spoiled the mood. However, riding in some other woman’s bra might be a nice experience. Her mom had a nice pair of—Kim suddenly began rapidly slapping her cheeks to purge the thoughts.
“Something wrong, pumpkin?” Shego questioned. “If you need a spanking, you just have to say so.”
“I… no, I’m fine,” Kim lied. Thinking about her mom still left her feeling nauseous, so she tried focusing her attention on anything else. “Uh, why are their shirts in the sex toy aisle?”
Shego looked up from her booby passengers, confirming that some ordinary-looking shirts hung from racks dead ahead. “Good question,” she agreed as she moved to read the tag. “Oh, that’s neat. This is an undershirt with tiny cloth ladders sewn on the inside so you guys can climb around the body like a jungle gym.”
“That sounds fun,” Ron spoke up. “I used to love riding in Kim’s pocket as she went through the jungle gym as a kid. Can we get one, mistress Shego? I want to relive my childhood.”
“Aww, sorry, lemon drop,” Shego said with pouty lips as she set the shirt back in place. “It says right here that these are high-risk and only for well-trained minizoras. You could fall out and get captured by a sadistic psychopath who thinks you’d look better as jewelry. And we can’t have that, can we?”
Ron lowered his head in defeat. “I-I guess.”
“Don’t feel too bad about it, lemon drop,” Shego cooed as she gently stroked his head. “I know you just wanted to have fun on my body, and that you don’t think I’m stupid enough to give such an obvious escape.” Her tone was sweet, but the threat was unmistakable. “After all, that kind of naughtiness would warrant… punishment.” Her eyes then drifted threateningly to Kim while maintaining the chipper façade.
“Yeah, yeah, we get it,” Kim sighed dismissively as she disinterestedly stared ahead. “What other torture devices do you have in store for us? Shoe padding, a micro strap-on that just looks ridiculous, more beads, and I don’t even know what that one is, but it looks like an Escher nightmare.”
“You don’t like the strap-on?” Shego asked as she pulled the item from the box and held the front against her pelvis. As implied, while the main apparatus was large enough for a regular-sized person, the dildo on the crotch was small enough to fit in any minizora. “I kind of liked the idea of fucking you with one of these, at least once. Think about it. Even if I’m as gentle as possible, my strength is insurmountable compared to yours. It’d be the roughest, toughest sex of your life. Don’t tell me you’re not curious.”
… dammit! “Even if I was, at that size, there’s no way you’d feel anything, so why even bother?”
“Because you’re the sex maniac here, pumpkin,” Shego gently reminded. “I have to keep fucking you to keep your hormones in check. For me, this is a hobby, but for you, it’s basically medicine. I’m fucking your brains out for your benefit, not mine. What do you think, lemon drop?” she asked the tiny boy, only to find he wasn’t looking at either of them. So she followed his line of sight. “String? They’re selling string?”
“It’s not string,” Ron corrected. “It’s a fine material that won’t irritate usually sensitive areas… like the throat.”
Shego blinked in understanding. “Oh, I see! This is so I can swallow you and pull you back out without giving a full tour. How lovely. Is that what you want, lemon drop? Did you want to pay my tummy a visit without going out the backdoor?”
“Uh…”
“Honestly, with how much you’ve been staring, I took you for an ass-man.”
“I don’t hate going out that way,” Ron corrected. “It just gets a little… messy along the way, so I was wondering how the other way might work.”
“Hey, there’s no need to be bashful with me, sweetheart,” assured Shego. “I’m your mistress, and you’re my pets. Whatever dirty desires lurk in that naughty head of yours, I want to hear them. I want to make you the happiest minizora you can be so you’ll finally appreciate your lot in life. And the same goes for you, pumpkin. What’s something that looks like it’d really rock your world?”
1 Kim says nothing as the shopping continues
2 Kim answers, admitting to some of her fantasies
3 Ron answers, admitting to fantasies he’d kept secret from Kim
4 Shego departs for the next destination after concluding this stop
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