Kim Possible Porn Story: Kims Nightmare Chapter 2

Kim, in her mission gear consisting of a stylish pair of cargo pants and a black crop top, stealthily approached her target. Jumping from bush to bush and from wall to wall, she finally poked her head out from around a corner.

Beep Beep BeepBeep.

Go Wade.

Your target is moving fifty-two feet east of you at a steady pace.

Kim bit her bottom lip.

Thanks Wade.

Oh, and Kim? Wade’s voice chimed in at the last second, Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine.

I hope so Wade, I hope so…

As soon as Wade’s reassuring face disappeared from the screen, she slipped the Kimmunicator back into her pocket and took out her grappling hair dryer. Carefully aiming it upwards, she launched the grappling hook with a satisfying ‘kapoon!’ onto the top of the nearest roof and quickly pulled herself up.

Unaware of being silently pursued, an oblivious Ron Stoppable kept walking.

Kim, observing him from her covert vantage point, couldn’t help but notice that -as well as looking so nervous that he might barf- he’d changed his attire into something more ‘smart’; he was wearing a fashionable blue shirt instead of his red sweater, and -as much as it shocked her to admit- uncharacteristically stylish black pants. He had also tried to -and miserably failed to- style his hair mop by himself. More curious -and concerned- than ever, she primed her grappling hair dryer for the next rooftop.

After fifteen minutes of intense surveillance and intelligence gathering (consisting of stealthily leaping from tree top to tree top and roof to roof and watching him through thermal glasses), Kim finally found Ron’s ultimate destination; Cow ‘n’ Chow.

A little confused, she nevertheless expertly and acrobatically launched herself onto the Cow ‘n’ Chow sign outside of the restaurant and then sprung herself onto the roof with the grace of a ballet dancer.

Gently pulling out her Kimmunicator, Wade’s face automatically popped onto the screen.

Wade, I need to know where there’s an entrance to the ventilation system for the building I’m currently on top of.

Wade nodded, and after tapping on his keyboard with a single hand for a few seconds, he stopped to raise an eyebrow up at her.

Uh…Kim…you’re at the Cow ‘n’ Chow?

Yes Wade, she said rather impatiently, and Ron’s inside.

Still looking confused, he stared at her with a blank face for a few seconds.

Wade?

Finally conceding to her demand, he turned back to one of his computer screens and began to furiously type something upon the keyboard using both of his hands.

Got it, there should be an entrance the ventilation system five meters behind you, it should give you a birds eye view of the interior if you follow the clear path.

As if it had a jet pack attached, Kim’s heart surged up into her throat; finally, she’d get to the bottom of this!

You continue to rock Wade.

Slipping the Kimmunicator back into her pocket, she backtracked to the ventilation grill behind her, and effortlessly removed it.

Slipping in feet first, she quietly began to crawl through the vents and after a minute or two of crawling, came across a rusting T-junction. Looking from left to right, she had no choice but to take the right as the left had been blocked off by a rotating air conditioning fan. Turning the corner, she gently slid herself down a gentle slope in the vent until she finally came across what she was looking for; a single, small barred grill which went straight down into the main restaurant floor.

She was not interested in climbing down into the bustling restaurant of course, but merely to use it as a vantage point to keep a careful eye on Ron…where ever he was.

Spying around for him, she found herself scanning every face and detail at every table for a good five minutes until she found her prize; Ron.

He was sitting with his back to the wall at an empty table, and by the way he was drumming his fingers upon the table nervously and staring wistfully out of the nearby window, he was clearly waiting for someone. Occasionally though, he would turn around to look for someone.

Focusing her attention onto the main door, she waited.

After about half an hour, Ron seemed to look a little disheveled; he was still alone, and the restaurant numbers seemed to have thinned considerably as time went on. Meanwhile, a cramp had developed in Kim’s shoulder, causing her to wince a bit as she shuffled around to try and get comfortable, and although the occasional random and unrelated stranger would stare up at the vent in confusion for a few moments, her cover remained unbroken.

Finally, judging from the look on his face, Ron was about raise himself from the table and leave when the restaurant doors opened once again, and someone she never would of expected to see walked in, looking noticably shy: Tara!

Scanning the restaurant for a moment, she found Ron over at the back wall and began to torpedo herself towards him; she sat down and they started chatting excitedly.

Kim’s mouth dropped in raw shock.

Wait…did Tara ask Ron out on a…?! she breathed to herself.

All she could do was stare in disbelief at the whole situation.