Kim Possible Porn Story: Shades Chapter 5
It was a dark and stormy night. Thunder clouds gathered above the stronghold, which wasn’t unusual, but the severity of the storm that evening was something to be reckoned with. The lightning flashed, scarring the ground, and the booming, crackling thunder was fast on its heels. Another flash- and with it, the sound of failure.
Her scream of rage could be heard throughout the entire stronghold. Talons everywhere froze in the middle of what they were doing, in the middle of combat practice, in the middle of eating and sleeping and guard duty outside the walls. It was a raw sound, like the dying scream of a rabbit mashed between the jaws of a fox. Ravess, practicing on her violin, hit a sour note as her bow hand jerked outwards in shock, her hawk-yellow eyes (which had been closed in concentration) shooting wide open. Snipe, a bottle of mustard in his hands getting ready to apply liberally to his hot dog, clenched it so tightly the yellow stream shot out in a torrent and stained his favorite T-shirt.
And the Dark Ace cut himself on his own blade. When the piercing shout reached his ears his heart skipped five beats and the whetting stone fell from his nerveless hand. Wincing, he raised his dripping red fingers to his eyes before getting to his feet. Though his natural instinct told him to go to the throne room prepared to use deadly force in case his Master was in danger, he knew Cyclonis well enough to know she wasn’t in any sort of trouble. Something had gotten her exceedingly pissed off, but nothing was threatening her life. Sure enough, five minutes later he saw her safe and sound, striding through the doors into his private chambers.
He stood with his sword in hand, one eyebrow raised in a silent question as he rested the flat of his blade against the open palm of his other hand. He was out of uniform, for once, wearing a white wife-beater and boxers. Certainly not the kind of garb he wanted his beloved master to see him in. His armor hung neatly upon a rack on the far wall. Robin, his guitar, was proudly on display next to it. He had only time to think about how incredibly rare it was for Cyclonis to enter the rooms of her servants before he realized what exactly was wrong with the teen aged ruler of Cyclonia.
She was covered from head to foot in slimy green goo.
“I can’t believe it,” she said, quivering so minutely he might not have noticed it if the tendrils of green nasties hadn’t quivered with her. They dripped off her midnight black hair, trailed down her face, ruining her carefully applied makeup and giving her a rather raccoon-ish appearance. Storming into the room like the force of nature she was named after, she peeled off her gloves and tossed them aside. They, too, were coated in the green mess and when they made contact with the bare white walls of his room they stuck there for a moment before viscously sliding down, leaving a trail to mark their passing like the wandering snails. Quite unceremoniously shoving him aside, Cyclonis continued to strip herself of her working clothes and made her way to his bathroom.
“I can’t believe that girl was right,” she hissed, pulling her black shirt over her head and letting it lie where it had fallen on his floor. The Dark Ace found it was easier to ignore the fact that his master was half-naked in his room by considering how much disinfectant bleach was going to be needed to clean up this mess.
“How could I have been so utterly… ugh!” She opened a drawer, pulling out a fluffy white towel as she continued her rampage to the bathroom door. When did she get so familiar with the contents of my room? The Dark Ace had to wonder. Cyclonis raged on, oblivious to anything but her recent, most magnificent fuck-up. “The containment crystal should have- but then she probably used a containment crystal as well! She must have, after all, she was combining an eruption stone with a slimer crystal! She’s not that stupid! No! I’m the stupid one! I’m the moron who thought she could outsmart that blasted-grah!”
The Dark Ace had to duck as a shoe- tossed wildly and randomly- flew over his head. It, like the gloves, stuck to the wall and stayed there next to his armor like some sort of bizarre trophy. He heard the water turn on in the bathroom and Cyclonis walked in still with some of her clothes on. She had left the curtain- and the door- wide open, so the Dark Ace had to avert his eyes elsewhere to avoid looking as she got completely naked within the safety of the warm, cleansing waters.
How, he wondered, was Piper of the Storm Hawks so important that she could aggravate his master just by being? She was just a girl, as Cyclonis was so fond of pointing out whenever she could. Setting his sword aside, he stood next to the doorway to the bathroom with his back to the wall so he could give her some privacy. “Is there anything I can do Lark?” he asked the wall opposing him.
There was only the sound of water running and only steam escaping through the open doorway, so for a moment he thought she hadn’t heard him. He was about to speak again when he finally heard her voice, considerably calmer.
“…No,” she said, the sound of her splashing around in his shower accompanying her voice. “No, I’m fine. A moment of solemn contemplation. Thank you.”
“I take it you had an accident in the lab,” he asked the air, sliding down against the wall so that he was crouching, elbows on his knees and chin cushioned by both palms.
Sarcasm dripped from her voice. “Gee, y’think?”
“It is a distinct possibility.”
More silence. There was a slurp- she had found his shampoo and a swift swishing sound could be heard as she scrubbed her hair manically. “Piper,” she said, “Once told me never to combine a slimer crystal with an eruption stone. I took it for granted at first, but then I began to consider why she would ever attempt such a thing in the first place. Then it came to me that some sort of non-lethal bomb or an intricate trap could be used with this goop. Since it is my intention to one day capture that wench alive I thought this might come in useful. Not to mention it would be poetic to catch her with a tool she herself gave me the idea for. I thought, foolishly, that a containment crystal would be enough to shield me from any harm, but no! Somehow the energy force from the containment crystal…” she struggled for the right words, her voice burbled by the water running down her face. “The slime bomb crystal- yes, I named it that- somehow fed off of the energy shield and what was supposed to protect me only exacerbated the damage.”
For the first time, he grew slightly worried. He hadn’t gotten a good look at his master and so peeked over the edge of the doorway to look inside, carefully examining her body for any blood or open wounds. “You are unharmed, right, Lark?”
“Yes…” She looked at him over her shoulder, her face neutral but her eyes looking almost sorrowful. She quickly turned her back again. “Except for my pride.”
“Ah.” He put his back against the wall again, resuming his vigil of the boring white wall. He needed to decorate it one of these days. Maybe buy another guitar. Another color, though. Maybe toxic green. He looked at the gobs of slime on the wall, considering them for more than the mess and headaches they represented. Yes, green would do nicely. “Well, we all know how delicate that is.”
“Only when it has to do with her.” Sharply, the water was cut off. He heard the slap of bare feet hitting the tile. “Damn her!” Cyclonis muttered, stepping out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around herself. She couldn’t hide how her cheeks were wet from more than just bathwater, even though she wiped her face clean every few seconds. In frustration, she plopped facedown on his bed, one arm splayed out and the other over her eyes.
The Dark Ace got up again to sit down next to her, one hand resting on top of her drenched head. He caressed it fondly. “Feeling any better?” he asked, seeing that her rant was done and she wasn’t likely to move from this spot for a good long while.
“No,” was her muffled, childish reply. “I hate Piper.”
“We’ve already established that. Anything else on your mind?”
“I really, really hate Piper.”
Now he knew something was wrong, and it had nothing to do with a failed experiment or some girl not worth the Master’s time. Lying down at her side, he pulled her into a hug and she offered no resistance, limp as a rag doll with her arms at her side and her face pressed against his neck, two burning places where he knew her crying eyes were hiding against his flesh.
“M’getting the bed all wet,” she mumbled thickly, moving her hands to rub at her eyes before settling them around her bodyguard, holding him tighter than normal.
His voice was dry. “Since when do you care about other people’s property?”
She sighed. “I don’t know. I’ve just been a wreck recently, haven’t I?”
“Well…” he trailed off to kiss the top of her head, wanting to assuage the damage somewhat.
“Don’t pretend you haven’t noticed.”
“I don’t know, I just assumed you were going through your period or something of that nature.”
That surprised a laugh out of her. She sobered up almost at once, though, squeezing him tighter. He felt her heart rate increase. “Well, you’re half-right.” Letting him go, she put her hands against his chest to push him away, looking up at him. What he saw was something terrible- Cyclonis was wide-eyed and afraid. Afraid. He felt cold inside, wracking his brain for something to say. But there was nothing to say. Something terrible had happened right under his nose, and he had no idea what it was.
“Half…?” he propped himself up on one elbow.
She exhaled softly, closed her eyes, and whispered:
“I’m pregnant.”