Kim Possible Porn Story: A Long Life Chapter 19

I own Thomas, Elizabeth, Henry, and John Walker. Disney owns everyone else. Including me. Seriously. It’s in the contract I signed back when I worked for the Mouse.

By definition, my story passed short story awhile ago, and is now a novella with over 190 pages at 200 words per page.

Thanks for the kind reviews. Does my heart good to know I’m telling a tale that’s enjoyed.

As Kim and Ron leave their hut, they come across Thomas, a satellite phone held to his ear, and a dour expression on his face, “Thanks for telling me,” he says to whoever’s on the other end. Pausing, he listens, then gives a quick nod, “Yes. I believe they need to be told,” nodding at whatever is said, he responds, “I’ll tell them now. Thank you for calling Betty. I’ll call you later.”

Hanging up, he looks at Kim and Ron, “Master Sensei’s gonna be ticked. Oh well. Come with me you two”

“What’s going on?” Kim asks, holding Ron’s hand as they follow Thomas to Master Sensei’s hut.

“I’ll tell you when all of us are together,” Thomas says, before grabbing a student by the arm and sending her to bring Shego and Elizabeth.

As the student runs off to her assigned task, Thomas reaches Master Sensei’s cabin and opens the door, letting Kim and Ron in before following them and closing the door.

As they wait, Kim gets a chance to look around, although there isn’t much. A low rectangular table in the middle of the main room, empty save for two placemats at each end, small yet thick pillows on the floor below the placemats. There’s two doors, one closed, the other opened revealing a small office with little more than a desk, and oddly enough, a computer. Master Sensei is exiting the office as they enter. Bowing to them, he waits until they have bowed in return before saying, “I presume that Doctor Director has contacted you?”

“Yes Master Sensei,” Thomas says, “But I would like to wait for Shego and Elizabeth before I speak on what was discussed.”

“Well, I’m here,” Shego says, walking into the cabin, scowling at the female ninja who escorted her, “Little miss ninja here interrupted me during my bath, so it had better be good”

“Amy Hall, the woman you know as DNAmy, was murdered last night,” Thomas says after Elizabeth enters the cabin a few moments after Shego, “There was no sign of Monkey Fist.”

Everyone is silent for a moment as that news sinks in. Yes, DNAMy was a chimmurito short of a value menu, but she wasn’t really evil. She definitely didn’t deserve to die.

“It was brutal,” Thomas says, “At first, GJ thought one of her animals had perhaps done it, but then they found a message for Ron on the wall. Initial testing indicates it was written in Miss Hall’s blood.”

“What did the message sy?” Shego asks, scowling.

Thomas hesitates, looking at Ron worriedly, “It, ah… It said ‘Thanks for the help Ron’ “

“Noo,” Ron moans, sinking to his knees, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry”

Kim kneels next to him, pulling him close, “Shh Ron, you have nothing to be sorry for” she murmurs, stroking his back as they hug, Ron burying his face in her shoulder, body clenched tightly.

“No-one blames you Ron,” Thomas says softly, kneeling next to the two teens, “Kim’s right. You did nothing wrong.”

“I-I did such horrible things,” Ron says, voice muffled by Kim’s flesh, “Killed so many people”

“No Stoppable-san,” Master Sensei says, “The sword cannot be held to blame for the actions of the weilder.”

“B-but I let it happen,” Ron cries into Kim’s shoulder

“Bull,” Shego says, getting into the conversation, “Did you fight back?”

“I couldn’t,” Ron says, “I tried, but the chains were so strong. And they blocked the MMP.”

“But you tried,” Shego says, “You didn’t do it willingly.”

Kneeling next to them, she grabs Ron by the shoulder and turns him to face her, “I have done many things in my life. Some very bad things. So trust me when I say this. You did nothing wrong. You are a good kid.” Squeezing his shoulder gently, she says, “Now, quit blaming yourself. We need your help in getting John Walker. You think you’re up to it?”

“Y-yeah,” Ron says, nodding as he wipes his eyes, “I don’t know how though. Most of it’s a blur, and what isn’t blurred is jumbled together.”

“Did he ever mention his plans?” Thomas asks, “Why he was doing what he was doing?”

Ron closes his eyes and thinks, then nods, “Yes. yes. At the beginning, I asked him why”

“And what did he say?” Shego asks

“He said that he does it because, Erishig…Erishkig… Erishkigal told him to, “Ron says, struggling over the pronunciation.

“Erishkigal?” Thomas mutters, eyes narrowed in thought.

“What is it papa?” Elizabeth asks, looking at her father

“Hmm?” Thomas asks, “Oh. Nothing. It’s just that, outside of academia, I haven’t heard that name in a very long time.”

“Erishkigal?” Kim asks, “Who is that?”

“Eirshkigal is the Mesopotamian Goddess of the Underworld,” Thomas says, “Worship of her stopped around two millenia ago. At least, I thought it did.”

“So, why does a man from the 21st century claim that she’s giving him commands?” Kim asks

“I don’t know,” Thomas says, “John never struck me as the type to hang out in museums.”

“Do you remember anything else?” he asks Ron, “Anything about what he’s planning?”

Ron shakes his head, brow furrowed in thought, “I’m sorry. No I can’t.”

“It’s ok Ron,” Thopmas says, patting him on the shoulder, “You’ve done the best you can. Get some rest. Perhaps you’ll remember more later.”

After Ron nods, Thomas heads outside, Elizabeth close behind.

Catching up to her father, she grabs his arm and says, scowling, “I think that was the first time you ever directly lied to me papa. What’s going on? For a moment, I thought I saw something in your eyes. To be honest, it scared me Papa.”

“It’s not important acushla,” Thomas murmurs, kissing her cheek, “I didn’t see any point to burdening them or you with something that isn’t relevant. Besides, it was a long time ago”
Gently easing his arm out of her grip, Thomas heads off down the path that leads to the school’s garden. Elizabeth watches him go, concern etched on her face.

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Several basement levels below their building, on a level that’s on no blueprint, John and Henry slowly walk around the stone form of Monkey Fist, which has been set up in the middle of an empty cavernous room.

“I’ve seen the reports sir,” Henry says, “This was done by powerful magic. The Yono was not created by human hands. How will we bring him back?”

“Easy,” John says, removing his shirt, revealing a broad chest, a pendant shaped like a silver serpent with a ruby in it’s mouth resting against the dark skin, “I was given magics even more powerful than the Yono. Watch and learn.”

With that, ge takes his necklace off, holding the amulet in his palm, “The Amulet of Erishkigal. Not as powerful as the medallion of Alulus, but much more versatile” he says before closing his eyes, lips moving as he murmurs a brief prayer.

As he prays, a greenish glow, dim at first, then steadily brightening, flows from the amulet in his palm, moving to slowly envelop him and lift him up until he’s hovering about 6 inches above the ground. With the glow surrounding him, he lays his hand on the top of the statue’s head, a thrumming sound filling the air as the glow slowly moves to cover Monkey Fist.

Henry steps back then, eyes wide as cracks start appearing in the statue, zigzagging and crisscrosing each other until Monkey Fist looks more like a puzzle put together than a statue before pieces start falling off, disappearing before they hit the ground. Each piece that falls off exposes a bit of flesh here, brown fur there, black clothing at other places until Monkey Fist is freed from the stone, dark eyes staring, yet unseeing, into the distance.

“Is… Is he alive?” Henry asks, walking around Monkey Fist.

“As science currently defines it?” John asks, then answers his own question, “No. But it’s not true death either. He’s in a kind of stasis.”

Kissing the Amulet of Erishkigal, he says another prayer, then presses the amulet against Monkey Fist’s forehead before draping the thin chain around his neck, tucking the medallion under Monkey Fist’s shirt. Stepping back, he snaps his fingers and says an incantation, the amulet flashing with a red light, Monkey Fist’s eyes glowing red as well momentarily. When the light fades, Monkey Fist blinks and stumbles forward a couple steps before catching his balance.

“Where? Where am I?” Monkey Fist asks, voice gravelly from disuse. Eyes settle first on Henry, but immediately dismisses him as inconsequential, instead looking at John, “Who are you?”

John smiles and says, as Henry leaves the room “I, Lord Fisk, am John Walker, acolyte of Erishkigal. More importantly to you, I am your master now.”

Monkey Fist barks a quick laugh, assuming a Wooden Monkey(1) stance only to scream in agony and dropping to the floor, clutching his chest. John Walker appears calm, the only sign that he is responsible for Monkey Fist’s current state are his eyes, which glow with the same red light as the medallion around Monkey Fist’s chest is currently glowing.

“I think it might actualy be fun to fight against you, “John says calmly, as Henry returns, pushing a cart with a large telivision and a DVR on it into the room, “Test your Monkey Kung Fu against the gifts given to me. Unfortunately, we don’t have time for that today.” Eyes narrowing, he crouches next to Monkey Fist, then hisses through his teeth, “I own you Fisk. Body and Soul. The medallion around your neck not only grants you life, it links you directly to me. With but a thought, I can give you pain unlike anything you can imagine. I can also give you intense pleasure. Or I could take back that which I have given you.”

SOmehow focusing past the pain, Monkey Fist growls out, “I will not submit. I am Monkey Fist!” Reaching to his throat, he scratches at the necklace, attempting to take it off, only to find it will not budge, as if it was fused with his flesh.

“I wouldn’t do that,” John says, rising to his feet and moving to the television, “Only someone with great power would have the strength to remove it. And even if you found such a person, and they did remove it without knowing the key…” his voice trails off as he shudders, “It wouldn’t be pleasant for either of you.”

“I still won’t submit,” Monkey Fist growls, glaring through tear clouded eyes at his tormentor.

“I thought as such, “John says, shrugging, as he turns on the television. Suddenly the room is filled with monkeys shrieking in sheer agony as the television shows a room full of caged monkeys, each writhing on the floors of their cages, tiny paws clutching at replicas of the medallion around Monkey Fist’s neck, “Which is why I arranged this”

Monkey Fist goes still, eyes wide in shock as he watches the monkeys being tortured, only his eyes flickering as he recognises each monkey in the room, “Stop it!” he cries out, “Stop it! Fine. You win. I won’t resist. Just stop hurting them.” (2)

“Good,” John says, blinking once. Immediately, Monkey Fist’s pain stops, and the monkeys stop shrieking and howling, replaced with mewling and sobbing.

Standing next to Monkey Fist, he looks down at the once proud villian as he struggles to rise, making it as far as a kneeling posision.

“I have such wonderful plans for you my simian friend,” John says, smiling once more, “Such wonderful plans”

1. Wooden Monkey is one of the styles of Tai Shing Pek Kwar. While Disney wasn’t very faithful to the actual martial arts, Monkey Fist’s style was highly reminiscent of Wooden Monkey, a form that mimics a serious, angry monkey, attacking and defending with ferocity.

2. During certain episodes featuring Monkey Fist, he can be occasionally shown bowing to his monkeys, or showing them other signs of respect, if not affection. Not to mention, Monkey Fist’s bio says he actually loves animals. It’s Humans he doesn’t like all that much.

What could John be planning? Your guess is as good as mine to be honest. Not like he tells me anything. Anyways, please read and review.