Kim Possible Porn Story: Less Than 1000 Chapter 7
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Memories
Kim stood in the center of what used to be her house Her families house. The place she had been born, and grew up in. Now, it was nothing but a pile of rubble.
Not much had survived. The only real substantial thing that stood as a testament to the ingenuity of the Family Heritage, was the Sloth 2.0. It had a few dents here and there, and a headlight was busted out but that was it. It seemed only fitting that the one vehicle that basically started her family was the only thing to really survive such destruction.
Kim remembered the story her mother told her of when she was consummated.
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It really was a magical night, Kimmie. Anne said while her mother was telling Kim about that night in the back seat of the Sloth. Your father had just asked me to marry him, and I accepted without hesitation.
Then I accepted him in a wholly different way. She finished with a dreamy look on her face, and Kim was completely appalled that she and Ron had done things, on that very same back seat.
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Kim was able to pick her way through more rubble, and was able to find the area that used to be the kitchen. Pipes from the kitchen sink were jutting out of the concrete slab, and water was still flowing. By now it had made a small river that flowed through the center of the house, and out towards the street. The flow was still carrying bits and pieces of her home, carrying them down the street and into a storm drain. It was as if all her dreams of the future were leaving the now destroyed home, and going down said drain.
While watching this stream of water, her eyes caught something floating, and she caught her breath. No
With agility only she could muster Kim ran, jumped, and flipped her way towards the object that was just about to go down the drain. Her hand snatched the object just as it started to go over the edge of the drain, and rescued it from oblivion.
While holding it with shaking hands, Kim stared at the picture of her and Ron that she rescued. Ron was being goofy, and had put two fingers behind her head to mimic bunny ears. She hugged the picture to herself, and walked back up towards the house, this time watching for anything else that may be floating away that she could save.
With her bedroom on the second floor, there wasnt much to identify where it had been, but somehow, a few things had survived intact. Her chair that sat at her desk somehow survived, and then she saw her cheerleading trophy. It was bent a little out of shape, but nothing that couldnt be fixed. Once again her mind wandered as she recalled how she had received that trophy.
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The announcers voice boomed over the intercom, echoing in the small gymnasium. Next up in the Middleton Cheerleading competition, the last entry for individual cheering… Kim Possible!”
Kim walked out onto the floor, sporting a huge smile, showing off her now brace-less, straight as an arrow, teeth. She walked to the center of the floor, and crouched down into her starting position. With knees tucked underneath, and her arms stretched out ahead of her, her hands began to move to the beat of the music as it started while clenching onto the pom poms.
She had been so nervous, as she had picked a song that was just starting to get air-time called Lets Get it Started, by the Black Eyed Peas. She wasnt even a quarter of the way through her routine, and just about everyone in attendance was on their feet screaming out the words Lets get it started!
The energy of the crowd spurred her on, and she kept up the high-energy routine. It was the most tumbling she had ever done in a routine, and ever would. She didnt realize at the time though, just how prophetic those four words were for her high-school career as both a cheerleader, and world hero.
She finished with the splits and her chest was heaving, as she wanted to collapse from exhaustion. But she didnt, and she raised her beaming face to a crowd that was on their feet cheering for her!
The first place trophy that she received had always been her most treasured of all her awards, and kept on her desk ever since she had received it.
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By now, the memories of things that the house had brought back to her were overwhelming her, and she righted the chair, sitting down hard. In her hands she clutched the picture and trophy she was able to salvage, and looked around herself at the rest of the destruction with tears in her eyes.
At least were all still alive, and relatively unhurt. She whispered to herself.
She heard a noise behind her, and Kim immediately jumped up in a defensive position, the picture and trophy falling from her grasp. Whos there She demanded, while standing in a crouch, the wind gently blowing her hair and ruffling the tattered graduation gown that she still wore.
Its me, Kim. A very familiar voice said, and then she saw Ron walk through the veil of smoke that was rising from the destruction of the garage, where her father had stored numerous small cans of experimental rocket fuel.
She immediately ran to him and enveloped her boyfriend in a crushing hug. Tears stung her eyes as she muttered the words Its gone all gone Its nothing but memories now.
Hush Kim Ron said, stroking her hair. Everything will be all right. It can all be rebuilt, and then we can make new memories. Together.
The end
I may try to expand on this later, but Im not sure, as I have other projects going on right now.
Also… Not sure if y’all noticed, but I finally gave a title to #3… “The Alternative Choice”. Thanks to all who made suggestions… I decided on this as Ron never chose from the original three, but there is always the choice to not choose at all. Does that make sense, or is it clear as mud?
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