The Cheer Team

Even though she knows she won't see her, Bonnie nevertheless can't stop herself from checking around the locker room one more time before doing what she plans to do. It's as if she expects Kim to hop down out of a vent at any second and announce her presence.

But no, Kim is currently off on a mission, which makes it the perfect time for Bonnie Rockwaller to make her move.

"Oi! Girls! Gather around, I have something I want to say!"

As the rest of Midtown High's Cheer Team turns to face her and meanders over to her, Bonnie is nearly vibrating with poorly contained energy. This… this right here is going to make her Cheer Captain; she just KNOWS it. After everything she's done, it's honestly rather ridiculous that she's not already gotten the position. One might cry favoritism, nepotism, that Coach Drakken was only keeping Kim in the spot because she was his stepdaughter, and he was using and abusing Bonnie for his own satisfaction while stringing her along.

Bonnie knew better, of course. It was because SHE wasn't good enough. Despite everything so far, she really just hadn't managed to impress Coach Drakken yet. Oh sure, her sisters had both gone on to work for Drew Lipsky in their own different positions, and Bonnie had effectively allowed herself to become Coach Drakken's after-practice daily fuck toy… but as uncharacteristic as it was for someone as self-centered as Bonnie to blame herself… she just knew it was The Truth.

But finally, she had figured out a way to convince Coach Drakken she should be in charge, once and for all. All she had to do was show him her leadership skills. Starting now.

"Look ladies, I think we can all agree that Coach Drakken does a lot for this team, doesn't he?"

As the girls all murmur and nod their agreement at that, Bonnie smirks, looking them up and down, taking stock of what she's working with. There's Tara and Jessica, the two blondes of the squad, though Tara has wavy golden locks and Jessica's are straight. Then there's Hope and Marcella, the dusky-skinned dark-haired girls. Marcella's hair is more voluptuous, but she does have a mole on her lip that Hope doesn't.

And finally there's the lesser copies as Bonnie likes to refer to them, Liz and Crystal. As much as Kimmie is Bonnie's direct rival, there's no denying that Liz is a pale imitation of the current Cheer Captain, what with her equally red hair. Meanwhile, Crystal is a brunette with tanned skin the same shade as Bonnie, and Bonnie has always considered herself better than the other girl.

Right now though, the assembled Cheer Squad represents something greater than their individual parts. Right now, they represent Bonnie Rockwaller's chance to finally secure her place at the top of the high school social hierarchy.

Smirking easily, not for a single second doubting that they'll go along with her plans, Bonnie pulls the shopping bags out from under the bench in front of her and holds them up. Within are bottles of orange and purple body paint, and as she pours them out on the bench, Bonnie's smirk turns into a full-fledged raunchy grin.

"I'd say it's time we give back to our Coach then girls… don't you all agree?"

Bonnie isn't surprised by the way their eyes all light up, or the way lust and arousal and sheer DESIRE fills their faces. After all, she knows first hand just how charismatic, sexy, and utterly irresistible Coach Drakken is. She's been hogging him all this time… but now, if she wants a shot at that Cheer Captain spot, she's going to have to learn to share.

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He'd known it would happen eventually. He'd implanted a fairly vague set of commands in Bonnie Rockwaller, ultimately leading to things like her offering up her gorgeous older sisters for him. At the same time, he'd planted a lowkey desire to be with him in all of the Cheer Team, so that when Bonnie finally reached a certain point, it would all happen.

He hadn't directly orchestrated or planned for a certain day or time however, making how everything actually played out something of a surprise. In fact, as he stands there in the auditorium, watching as all of the girls file in, it takes him a second to realize something is even off, and an embarrassingly long time to finally figure out what it was.

Still under a minute, but all the same… it's a testament to their artistic and creative talent that Drakken takes that long to realize the ENTIRE Cheer Squad, from Bonnie to Jessica to all the way to Marcella… are all done up in body paint versions of their Midtown Cheer Uniforms, rather than actually wearing any clothing whatsoever.

Even painted over, their nipples and the clefts of their cunts stand out once he knows to look for them. It helps that almost all of them are incredibly aroused to start with, leaving their nips rock hard and standing on end, and their pussies glistening in the light of the gymnasium. As they all come to a stop in front of them, some of them embarrassed but nevertheless baring all, and some quite proud and happily flaunting what they've got (Bonnie chief among them) he cocks an eyebrow at the lot of them.

"Interesting choice of attire, girls…"

His tone has no judgment, but neither does he let his excitement leak into his voice. The neutral way he addresses their wardrobes, or lack thereof, leaves some girls becoming more embarrassed then they were previously, while Bonnie just steps forward, hands on her painted hips.

"We were talking about how much you do for us, Coach. And we thought… what better way to give back to the man who has given us so much, then to give ourselves? Ready girls?!"

And in an instant, Bonnie has them doing a cheer for him. Honestly, the time traveling supervillain literally cannot be bothered to listen to the actual words coming out of their mouths. He sees their lips moving, knows logically that they're speaking… but having seven nubile young cheerleaders all but naked before him makes it impossible to concentrate on their speech when it's so much more fun studying their bouncing, jiggling bodies.

The choreography of the lewd cheer is quite impressive, though it involves a LOT less bombastic moves and pyramids, and a lot more shaking of the hips and bouncing of the tits and ass as they twirl around and shake both their pom-poms… AND their 'pom-poms' if you know what Drakken means. As the cheer seemingly comes to an end, their choreography continues… with Marcella and Liz, who often acted as one another's counterpoints anyways, dropping to their knees and crawling forward towards him as Bonnie and the rest approach on foot, shaking their tatas in his direction.

What follows can only be described as a reverse gangbang. His hands end up on Bonnie and Tara as those two girls press their naked, painted bodies into his sides. He gropes their pert little posteriors even as he kisses them one after the other, alternating back and forth between them. Meanwhile, Liz and Marcella take care of his cock, the two attacking his hardened member together with a distinct lack of competitiveness and a whole lot of teamwork.

Having two teenage girls working TOGETHER to get him off with their inexperienced tongues and mouths while painted up in faux versions of their cheer uniforms… it's unbelievably hot. Hope, Jessica, and Crystal are all left floating, pressing themselves into his back from behind, or even hugging each other in the background to give him a bit of a show.

All around, the experience is undeniably pleasurable. The only way it could have been better is if Kim Possible was here as well, kneeling between Marcella and Liz and bobbing her head up and down on his cock dutifully.

But no, no… Drakken had a plan, and he hadn't gotten where he was in this new life by being as undisciplined in his past one. Besides, he always had Camille to fulfill the role of a devoted, eager KP whenever he needed to scratch that itch. Given he was currently about to spend the next however many hours fucking his stepdaughter's Cheer Squad while she was away on mission, he would almost definitely need to scratch the itch later on.

For now though, Drakken rapidly takes control of things. Letting go of Tara and Bonnie's asses for a moment, he reaches forward and grabs Marcella and Liz by their hair, tilting their heads back forcibly as he begins to cum. His seed paints their faces and their chests white, staining through the orange and purple body paint they both have on to mimic Middletown High's cheer uniforms.

Once he's finished covering them both in his first load, he turns them to face each other, all but mashing their faces together. He doesn't need to say it, the unspoken order to makeout and clean each other's faces is undeniably clear, and soon enough the two girls are doing so, almost purely for his enjoyment.

With that taken care of, Drakken grabs Tara and bends her over, fucking into the wavy-haired blonde from behind without a second's thought. She squeals as he takes her virginity but begs him for more. This trend continues as Drakken cums inside of her, and then moves onto the next. He fucks each and every one of them, dominating the seven-girl Cheer Squad despite being just one man with one cock.

But he WASN'T just one man, not anymore. He was Drew Lipsky, richest man in the world, commonly known as the most intelligent and even sexiest as well. Those last two things weren't quite true. Sexiest was all a matter of perspective though, and with his mind control nanites, Drakken decided what the perspective of those around him was.

As far as his brilliance… well, almost all of his inventions were stolen. But if they were stolen from people who hadn't even come up with them yet, was it really theft? And besides, Drakken wasn't stupid enough to leave many of those people unattended, so they all ended up working for him and signing very favorable contracts (for him) anyways. Their inventions, if they came up with anything new after he'd 'invented' what they came up with in his future, belonged to him anyways, the patents all going to HIS company.

At the end of the day, a bit of technology, a bit of pharmaceuticals, and Drakken was more than he'd ever been. Which explained why he was able to fuck seven gorgeous young women in the best shape of their lives into a series of pleasured flesh puddles and still keep going. By the time Drakken is finishing up with them some hours later, the gymnasium is filled with soft moans from insensate girls as they either lay there on the floor, his cum spilling out and off of their bodies, or cuddle up with one another in some cases, rubbing against one another and moaning into each other's mouths.

The last girl on Drakken's dick is of course, Bonnie Rockwaller. Sitting on the bottom rung of the bleachers with the Middleton Cheer Squad laid out at his feet, Bonnie bounces up and down on his thick, fully erect cock, moaning her little heart out and cumming her brains out again and again. But alas, all good things come to an end, and with one final slam downwards, Bonnie's tightening, nubile young cunt manages to pull Drakken over the edge, causing him to spill his seed inside of her pussy.

Having accomplished what she set out to do, Bonnie collapses forward onto Drakken's chest, her head nuzzling into his pecs as she pants heavily and mewls like the exhausted sex kitten she is. Drakken just smiles, his hands roaming over her body. Most of the body paint on her and the other girls is gone by this point. While it had been liquid resistant, the sheer amount of sweat and bodily fluids had made it impossible.

Needless to say, the gymnasium was a mess from hell, something that no man or woman, not even a janitor, should have to clean up. Especially not a janitor, Drakken knew exactly how hard those types of people tended to work. But it was fine, he'd already sent a call out to some of his bots. The drones would be over within the hour and once he and the Cheer Squad were able to limp off to the locker room for some showers and some final fun, his drones would clean up the gymnasium, making sure it was spotless before anyone human ever even found the mess.

"C-Coach…"

Blinking, Drakken looks down at Bonnie as she struggles to lift her head enough to look him in the eye. She's actually rather cute like this, completely tuckered out and struggling to even stay cognizant where all of her fellow cheerleaders have succumbed to their pleasure comas.

"Yes, Ms. Rockwaller?"

"D-Do… do you think I've e-earned that Cheer Captain s-spot by now?"

Drakken grins at that and takes a moment to look around the room. You know what…

"… Yes, yes I think you have. After all, between you and Kim, one of you led your squad in a glorious display of affection and appreciation of your Coach today… and the other wasn't even here."

As Bonnie finds out that she's gotten everything she possibly could have wanted, her celebratory response isn't quite what one might expect. She lets out a soft 'yay' that turns into a yawn, before her eyes flutter and she falls unconscious, just like the rest of her team. Drakken chuckles, already imagining the look on Kim's face when he has to demote her. The best part is, he knows that she'll know he had to do it.

Regardless of what Bonnie has done to try and make him choose her over Kim, the latter girl just simply isn't around enough to be a proper Cheer Captain. She's too busy saving the world, usually putting out fires that Drakken himself has set just to keep her all tied up and unable to look too closely into her dear old stepfather.

Oh yes, it would be quite fun to burst Kim's bubble off of the back of this and make Bonnie the Cheer Captain like she wanted. But for now…

With a snap of his fingers, Drakken fully activates the nanites in the Cheer Team's bodies. Looking like a whole bunch of zombies, the cum-covered, cum-filled, ruined girls all begin to stand up as one, eyes mostly closed or heavily lidded as Drakken stands as well and begins leading them all to the girl's locker room for a bit of a… clean-off session.

It was good, being king.

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