Kim Possible Porn Story: A Long Life Chapter 17

AN: Sorry for the delay. Things came up that I had to take care of, then I got hit by major writer’s block. Thanks to my loyal readers for their patience, and thanks for the kind reviews.

I own Thomas, Elizabeth, and John Walker. Disney owns the others.

On a side note, I’m gonna try something slightly different. Non-story text will still be divided by the dividing line, and flash-backs will still be in italics, but I’m gonna start using AAAAAAAAAAA for scene changes. Let me know how it looks.

One final note. Considering that had I not been hit with writer’s block, I would have finished this story months ago, I am going to give the answer to the cultural references at the end of this chapter. You’ve all waited long enough.

“How’s he doing?” Shego asks softly as she pushes the shoji door (1) aside to step into the room where Kim is kneeling on the tatami mats (2) that make up the floor of the room. The room is bare, a small bed, little more than a mat, on the floor, thin paper walls, called fusuma,, murals of fantastical beasts done in watercolors on the walls.

On the bed is Ron, naked but for a thin blanket pulled up to his chin, tucked tightly under the mat, acting as restraints. Next to the bed, kneeling on the floor, wet cloth in hand to dab at Ron’s sweaty forehead, is Kim.

“He’s still having nightmares,” Kim murmurs softly, voice hoarse from nights spent crying herself to sleep.

Kneeling on the floor next to Kim, Shego places her hand on Kim’s shoulder, an uncharacteristic gesture of sympathy, “He’ll pull through,” she says.

They sit together in silence, watching Ron sleep. Occasionally, Ron would mutter incoherently, thrashing side to side, in the throes of one nightmare or another. At those times, Kim would reach out and stroke Ron’s forehead, murmuring softly. As if sensing her presence, Ron would then calm down, slipping into dreamless sleep once more.

“Did you get a hold of Drakken?” Kim asks out of the blue, causing Shego to blink in confusion.

“Drakken?” she asks, then nods, “Yeah, I did. He’s at the lair. Says he’s well into his planning for taking over the world”

“Drinking coco moo and baking cookies?” Kim asks with a slight smirk.

Shego’s smirk is full blown as she says, “Of course.”

In the three days they had been at Yamanouchi, Kim and Shego, while not exactly friends, had made a sort of peace between themselves. At least, while on the sacred mountain. The return to civilization might change all that. But for now, they had an understanding.

“Can I have chocolate chip?” Ron asks in a hoarse voice, surprising them both.

“Ron!” Kim exclaims, laughing and crying as she wraps him in a tight hug, Shego staying back and smiling.

“What did I miss?” Ron asks, returning Kim’s hug weakly.

“You’ve been out for awhile,” Kim says as Shego leaves, ostensibly to tell Master Sesnei that Ron was awake, but also to give the teen lovers some privacy.

“Really?” Ron asks, “What happened?”

Kim opens her mouth to answer, only to turn when the sliding door opens, Thomas entering and immediately bowing to Ron, “It is good to see you awake Ron. We’ve been worried about you.”

“Thank you,” Ron says, looking between Thomas and Kim, “Umm, what happened?”

“What do you remember?” Thomas asks as Master Sensei enters the small room.

Ron bows his head to Master Sensei, then looks at Kim as he starts to speak, only to start coughing. Kim grabs a cup of crushed ice from a low table next to the bed and after Ron drinks from it, he clears his throat and begins speaking, “We-We were at the party. Some guy sprayed my face with some kind of powder” He lays down and stares at the ceiling, then curls into a ball and starts shuddering, “Knives, pain. Blood and screams,” he whispers as Kim crawls onto the bed next to him and pulls him into her arms.

“Oh Ron, I am so sorry” Kim murmurs, stroking his hair softly as the others watch.

Thomas watches for only a few moments, then steps out of the small hut, heading towards the main area to watch the newer students practice. A few minutes later, he says, “His mind won’t let him relive the experience.”

“Indeed”, Master Sensei says, hiding his surprise that Thomas had sensed his approach.

“Normally, I’d let it go. Let his mind heal naturally alongside his body,” Thomas continues, watching two of the students spar, “But we don’t have that luxury. John has the Amulet of Alalus. We need to know if Ron knows what he plans to do with the Amulet.”

“I thought the Amulet is harmless without the rest of the pieces of the weapon,” Shego says, joining them in watching the students.

“I never said that,” Thomas says, “Each piece of the weapon has a specific role. The anklets, bracelets and crown draw the mystic’s energy, sending it to the amulet, which focuses and directs the energy to the staff. But the staff is not needed. Nor are the other pieces. If he found a way to draw energy into the amulet, it could be used by itself. It would not be as powerful without the other pieces, but it’s still dangerous. Plus, it’s still a key to a massive treasure.”

“So the treasure actually exists?” Shego asks.

Thomas nods, “Yes. The treasure exists. A tomb, buried deep beneath the desert. The amulet will open the doors leading to it.”

“Do you know where the treasure is?” Shego asks.

“I used to,” Thomas says, “But maps have changed since I designed the lock, as has the desert.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

As Thomas, Shego and Master Sensei talk, Kim curls up with Ron, continuing to hold him close, stroking his hair as Ron buries his face in her midsection, inhaling her scent. He barely remembered what had happened, but when he was holding Kim, it didn’t matter. Although he was wondering one thing.

“Why are we at Yamanouchi?” he asks, turning slightly to look up at Kim.

Kim smiles and kisses her lover’s forehead, “Thomas brought us here.”

“But why?” Ronald asks

“Because the people here are amongst the best at what is required,” Thomas says, sliding the shoji door open and stepping into the hut Kneeling next to the two, he looks at Ron in concern, “You went through a tought time. Your spirit was damaged. The people here will help you heal.”

Ron nods and goes back to holding Kim tightly.

“I have some questions that need to be answered, “Thomas says, “But they can wait till after dinner tonight. Get some rest Ronald. You too Kim.” The, rising to his feet, he gives a bow to them both and leaves, sliding the shoji door shut behind him. He stops when he sees Master Sensie looking at him, consern etched in the elder’s face.

Giving a sigh, Thomas shakes his head, “I couldn’t ask. They both looked like they were ready to pass out. I’ll talk to them after dinner tonight. Make sure they aren’t disturbed until then.”

Master Sensei nods, and with a wave of his hand, several ninjas appear, only to disappear once they assume posts around Kim and Ron’s hut. Inside, the two lovers rearrange themselves on the small bed, Ron curling up into a ball, Kim spooning him and wrapping her arms around him. Moments later, both are deep asleep.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

A flash of blue light, and John Walker appears on the top floor of the largest office building in Go City. Whistling a merry little tune, he takes the Amulet of Alulu from his pocket and tosses it on the chocolate and cherry double pedestal executive desk, a black leather chair behind the desk turned towards the bay window that overlooks downtown Go City, one of the walls dominated by a large bookshelf, a fireplace on the wall across from it, two dark blue fabric recliners sitting before the fireplace.

Sitting in the leather chair, he leans back, putting his hands behind his head and smiling up at the ceiling as the door opens and a medium set man with dark hair and light eyes enters. Closing the door behind himself, he gives John a bow and says, “I’m sorry for letting you down sir. It won’t happen again.”

“Don’t worry about it,” John says, waving his hand dismissively, “We accomplished our goal.”

“Which was what, sir?” the man asks.

Picking the amulet up, John twirls it between his fingers as he says, “We got their attention”

“If I may ask sir,” the henchman says, “How is having their attention a good thing?”

“Simple Henry,” John says, “I destroyed 3 cities and tortured one of them. Very blunt actions. Which is what they’ll be looking for. Play our cards right, and the success of our true objective will slip right under their noses. Like how a broken bone makes you forget you have a headache.”

1. In traditional Japanese architecture, shoji is a door, window or room divider consisting of translucent paper over a frame of wood or bamboo. Shoji doors are designed to slide open, and thus conserve space that would be required by a swinging door. Conserving space is a major consideration in building in Japan, where there are 872 people per square mile, and in Tokyo, an estimated 5796 people per square kilometer.

2. Tatami mats are a traditional type of Japanese flooring made of woven soft rush straw, and traditionally packed with rice straw, although nowadays styrofoam is also used. There are various rules concerning the number and layout of tatami mats; an inauspicious layout is said to bring bad fortune. In homes, the mats must not be laid in a grid pattern, and in any layout there is never a point where the corners of three or four mats touch.

The answer to the cultural references is. Drum roll please. ……………. Highlander the Series.