Kim Possible Porn Story: A Long Life Chapter 10

AN: I no own. Would appreciate it if Disney no sue.

After checking in, Thomas leads Elizabeth and Shego up to the top floor, the elevator opening onto a suite that spans the entire floor. 6 rooms, a dining room with a cherry table and dark carpeting with a light blue wall, paintings and sculptures adorning the walls, a functional kitchen that would be the envy of any chef, 2 massive bedrooms done in earth tones, a sitting room and an entertainment room with the latest in amenities.

Elizabeth goes to the bar and starts pouring drinks, Shego taking a daquiri, and Thomas taking whiskey this time. As Elizabeth prepares the drinks, Thomas goes to the kitchen, coming back with a platter of sandwiches. Setting the platter down on the coffee table in the sitting room, he takes his whiskey from Elizabeth, then sits down on the recliner and eases himself back.

Staring at the ceiling, he says, “Where was I? Oh yeah. As I was saying, while I was mostly shunned, one person did not shun me.”

“Hello Zipani,” the voice says as Zipani stands at the shore of the salt lake near the village, tossing stones into the water. Since he fell out of the tree 7 years ago, the other kids shunned him. He was forced to find ways to entertain himself. He took to swimming, which filled him out and gave a hint of the man he would later become. Broad shoulders, long straight black hair down to his shoulders framing a strong brow, piercing dark eyes, and a square jaw.

Turning, Zipani smiles when he sees that it’s Muwatti, a young girl of 16 who came to the village 3 years prior. Tall and slender, with light brown expressive eyes, long dark brown hair that frames a heart shaped face, she had many suitors when she first came. However, she seemed to only have eyes for Zipani. Even when others told her his tale, she did not shun him as others did. Instead, she immediately joined him in his activities, and even dragged him around on her activities, something Zipani appreciated, although he did protest some of the things she dragged him to.

“My father wants you to come over tonight,” she says, picking up a stone and chucking it at the lake, cheering when she makes the stone skip.

“The wedding plans?” he asks, throwing a stone after she does and groaning when it sinks without even skipping once. A year ago, Zipani had proposed to Muwatti, and surprisingly, she accepted. Well, it was a surprise to him. Everyone else was surprised that it wasn’t Muwatti that had proposed to Zipani.

6 months prior

“Hi mom,” Zipani says as he rushes inside and heads to his sleeping area. Reaching his area, he opens his chest and starts digging around, muttering “Where is it? I just put it in here.”

“Looking for this?” Khepa asks, scowling at her son as she holds up a silver and gold banded necklace inset with lapis lazuli and carnelian stones, “Where did you get this?” she asks.

Zipani gulps and smiles nervously, “Mursuli made it for me” he says. Mursuli was the local jeweler, usually commisioned to work for the priest. He was one of the few that did not shun Zipani.

“And why would he do that?” she asks, looking over the necklace, impressed by the delicate work and excellent craftsmanship.

“Because I intend to ask Muwatti to marry me” Zipani says with a sheepish smile, blushing as he looks down at the floor.

“Oh Zipani,” Khepa exclaims, rushing to her son and hugging him tightly, “I am so proud of you.”

“I love her mother,” he says, hugging Khepa back, “She’s smart, beautiful, and she didn’t outright reject me like the other girls of the village.”

“I know Zipani,” his mother says, “I know.”

They stay like that, in comfortable silence, for a few more moments before his mother is forced to ask, “But Zipani, how did you pay for it?”

Present

Muwatti fingers the necklace she’s wearing as she says, “Yes. He says he wants to get to know his future son in law better.”

Zipani groans, “I don’t like the way that sounds,” he says. The last time her father had said that, they had spent several hours in a bout of friendly wrestling. Thing is, is that Zipani had to take it easy, and Muwatti’s father sensed it. Sensed it and resented it. Unfortunately, there was nothing Zupani could do. Ever since he had healed from that fall 7 years ago, he’d been noticing other things about himself. Things that, outside of his healing, no-one else noticed. But things that he noticed. Ever since that day, he had found that he was faster, stronger, more agile, and had better endurance than others. It wasn’t blatant, perhaps no more than a trained athlete could do, but he was no trained athlete. He didn’t do anything different than the other members of his village. He could even surpass the blacksmith, and the blacksmith had a better reason than him to be so strong. He pounded on metal day after day. Zipani did not have that excuse.

So, he had to hold himself back the night he wrestled his fiance’s daughter.

“He’s not wanting to wrestle again is he?” Zipani asks, a pleading look on his face as he looks to his future wife.

Muwatti laughs at Zupani’s expression, stepping to him and kissing him lightly on the lips. Both wanted more, but they would not tempt the gods by doing more than that before their wedding night. “No beloved” she whispers against his lips, “You do not have to wrestle him,” she alone, besides Zipani’s mother, knew Zipani’s secret. Unlike his mother though, she took her father’s side. She saw no reason for Zipani to hide his abilities. Didn’t the priest say all those years ago that Zipani had been touched by the Gods? If that was so, then he had no reason to hold back. Of course, she’s glad her father wasn’t hurt, but her father used to wrestle back in his home village. And trained wrestlers knew how to keep themselves from being injured during matches.

“He just wants to know what you have planned for after the wedding,” she says with a small smile, “You know, how are you planning on taking care of me and our future family.”

“I think I’d prefer the wrestling” Zipani mutters, earning a slap on the shoulder from Muwatti. He laughs and kisses her again, then pulls away and looks over the lake, “I was thinking of apprenticing with the priest. He said he’d be proud to teach me.”

“That’s great” Muwatti says, smiling, “I’m sure father will be proud.”

Holding hands, they walk back to the village. As they walk, Muwatti asks, “So how did you pay for the necklace?”

Zipani shrugs and says, “I did some odd jobs around the village. Did you know Ammuna has an entire wall of lake smoothed rocks he’s gathered since he was a child?”

We were married 3 months later. I wish I could say that it was a grand affair. I wish I could. But it would be a lie. While Muwatti was loved by the village, I was not. And not many wanted to see their beloved Muwatti marrying the village outcast. The only ones who showed up was Muwatti’s family, my mother, and the very few who did not think ill of me, like the priest. Of course, he had to show up. He was officiating the ceremony.
But I cannot complain. Despite it’s small size, the wedding was perfect. Although I must admit, I did get a little drunk during the small party held after the wedding. Thankfully, Muwati forgave me.

“And 9 months later, our son was born. My little prince. Pithana,” Thomas pauses, wiping a tear from his eyes. Elizabeth comes to him, wrapping her arms around him.

“I’m sorry” Thomas says, composing himself by taking deep breaths “What comes next… it’s painful for me to remember”

Shego nods in understanding. She has her share of sorrow and heartbreak.

“Anyways, 9 months after the wedding, my son Pithana was born” Thomas says, smiling, “A beautiful boy, full of life, curious about everything. Fiercely independent and a mischievous streak a mile wide” He chuckles, “There was this one time, when he was 7” Thomas shakes his head, smiling at the memory, “An artist was working on a painting for the temple. Pithana got into the man’s paints, and proceeded to paint the temple the way he thought it should look. And of course, as he was a child, I was the one who had to clean his mess up.”

“So for a time, we had a happy life, Pithana, Muwatti, and I,” Thomas says, getting a haunted look in his eyes, “But the gods had other plans for me. Plans that didn’t include my wife and son”

Rising, Thomas walks to the door leading to the balcony, “Please, give me a minute. I need to..” He shakes his head and steps onto the balcony. Shego rises to join him, but Elizabeth shakes her head, “No. He has moments when he needs to be alone. Give him a few minutes and he’ll come back.”

Shego nods and sits down, picking up a sandwich and taking a bite of it. She was content to wait. But not for long. While what he was saying was important to her, she had yet to see what relation it had with what was happening with Ron and the two destroyed cities. And for the moment, that is what she was more concerned about.

AN: what do you all think so far? Compelling story? while there are at least a dozen more chapters of his back story left, I think I’ll only post one or two more this time before getting back to the main story. As always, please read and review.