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Kim Possible Porn Story: A Long Life Chapter 18

Kim Possible Porn Story: A Long Life Chapter 18

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

Thanks for the kind reviews and the warm welcome back. I’ll try not to let another 4 months pass between updates

Kim opens her eyes in darkness and disappointment. She had been having a lovely dream. In it, she had been walking down the aisle, her father escorting her. Standing by the preacher, with a big goofy grin, was her man, Ron Stoppable, looking handsome in his tuxedo. Even Rufus, sitting on the organ, was decked out in a tuxedo, smiling and wiping tears of joy from his eyes with his tiny paws. Everyone she had ever known had shown up for this. The biggest day of her life, the day she says her vows and becomes Kimberly Ann Stoppable. And then an unidentified noise had dared awakened her.

Grumbling in annoyance, she slowly sits up, ears trained for the noise, thinking that perhaps some small animal had snuck into the hut. At first, she thinks it’s Rufus, but then she remembers he had been left behind in Middleton.

After a moment, she hears the noise again. It’s coming from the bed she’s sharing with Ron. That thought causes a blush and a faint giggle as she wonders what her father would think of that. But that thought is chased away when she hears the noise once again. This time, the noise is slightly clearer, and she realizes that it’s Ron’s voice, muffled under the thick pillow that had somehow ended up over his head.

Lifting the blanket, she looks at her boyfriend, her face etched with concern.

Ron is curled into a fetal position, clutching his chest tightly. Lifting the pillow, she sees Ron’s face, clenched in terror and pain. With the pillow lifted, she can hear him clearly now, “No. No. Please no. Please stop. Stop. Kim! Kim? Where are you Kim? Sidekick in trouble. Please, where are you Kim? I need you.”

Stifling a strangled sob, Kim lays back down, pulling Ron against her, stroking his hair as she kisses his shoulder, “Shhh, Ron,” she murmurs, her voice trembling, “It’s ok. I’m here now. I’ll always be here”. She keeps stroking his hair, whispering soft words to him as he slowly calms down, comforted by her presence. With him in her arms, he sleeps peacefully the rest of the night. However, Kim doesn’t sleep at all, holding Ron close and staring into space, a haunted expression in her eyes.

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The sun hasn’t risen yet before Kim finally rises. Giving Ron a soft kiss on the lips, she slips on a pair of slippers, then a robe to ward off the mountain’s chill that her thin pajamas were not a match for. Stepping outside, she takes a deep breath, then sighs as she leans against the wall of the hut, hugging herself tightly as tears run down her face.

Wiping her eyes, she gives a sniffle, looking at the door of the hut in concern. With a final wipe of her eyes, Kim walks away from the hut, staring at the ground, walking with no destination in mind. Yet it comes to no surprise that she finds her feet have led to the small pond she had found on her first day. It’s a small pond, fed fresh water from an underground source, koi fish swimming about lazily within it. At one end, a small Shinto shrine is set up, smoke curling lazily from a small cup filled with burning incense, and with greenish glowing mushrooms around the outside of the shrine. Kim sits at the other end, on a log smoothed by innumerable students sitting on it. Hugging her knees to her chest, she rests her head on her knees, shoulders shaking as she allows herself to finally cry.

At the sound of a branch being stepped on, Kim starts and immediately starts wiping her eyes. Looking behind her, she sees Thomas, slowly making his way along the winding path that leads to the shrine. Giving Kim a small nod, he kneels before the shrine, bowing his head in prayer. Kim watches in fascination as Thomas ends his brief prayer, reaching into his suit jacket’s pocket and pulling a thin slip of paper from his pocket, and a lighter. Saying another brief prayer, Thomas lights the paper on fire, holding the burning slip of paper momentarily, only dropping it into the bowl of incense when the flame gets close to his fingers. He bows his head one final time, then smoothly rises to his feet. Turning, he smiles at Kim and says, “Forgive me Kim. I did not mean to interrupt”

“No big,” Kim says, curiosity evident in her eyes, “What was that for?” she asks, waving to indicate the shrine.

Looking at the shrine, Thomas shrugs and says, “I was offering a brief prayer to Sun Wukong on Ron’s behalf”

At mention of Ron’s name, Kim gets a crestfallen look and stares at the pond before her. Thomas sighs and sits on a log next to the shrine. Silent for a moment, he stares at the mushroons around him, their glow fading, the clouds above turning pink as the sun rises.

Picking a mushroom, he says suddenly, breaking the silence, “Honey mushrooms. Tenacious little bugger” Kim looks up to see what he’s talking about, confused.

“Looks tiny, doesn’t it?” Thomas asks, showing her the small mushroom, “Tiny and seemingly insignificant” Tossing the mushroom aaside, he picks another, “But there’s more to them than meets the eye. I know it looks like I just killed two mushrooms, but I didn’t.” Tossing that mushroom aside, he scoops out dirt from around the dead wood, showing her the stems of the mushrooms, going into the ground, branching out and meeting other mushroom stems, forming a large mushroom underground, “It doesn’t matter how many mushrooms you pick above ground. You can’t kill it as it’s what lies beneath that gives the mushroom life.”

Rising to his feet, Thomas brushes his hands off, then heads down the trail heading back to the school, “Ron’s alot like that mushroom. His strength runs deep. Deeper than any would suspect just by looking at him.” With that, he leaves, Kim staring at the hole Thomas had made, the white body of the mushroom a start contrast to the dark soil it had been buried under. But, for the first time in days, Kim looks peaceful, a small smile on her lips as Thomas’ last words run through her mind.

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Ron wakes from a dreamless sleep by a gentle tap on his shoulder. Slowly opening his eyes, he blinks groggily, the room coming into view, Kim leaning over him, a loving smile on her face, “Morning sleepyhead. You missed breakfast”

Sitting up, he groans and says, “What time is it?”

Kim gives him a kiss as she slides a bento (1) tray onto his lap, “It’s almost noon. You’ve been alseep since yesterday evening. How are you feeling?”

“I’m doing better,” Ron says , “Although I would much rather have a naco,” he finishes as he digs into the fish and rice, his normal exuberance for food subdued, a blatant sign of how troubled his mind truly was.

Kim chuckles and strokes Ron’s hair, “When we get back, I’ll order you some. Grande sized”

Ron smiles and says, “Thank you,” around the food in his mouth.

“Thomas and Master Sensei are both wanting to talk to you,” kim says, her smile fading, “They want to know what you remember.”

Ron’s face falls and he sets his chopsticks down, “I-I don’t remember much. Most of it’s a blur. All I really remember…” he goes silent as his mind’s eye sees the bloody knife descending to cut more symbols into his abdomen. Ron scratches his chest, his fingers passing over the stitches from where the symbols had been sewn up. The doctor who had sewn his wounds had assured Kim that the stitches were small, so there’d be few if any scars.

But Kim wasn’t worried about the physical scars. Leaning forward, she kisses Ron again, then says, “It’s ok if you can’t remember.”

“I know what they want me to remember,” Ron says softly, “They want to know if I heard about what he’s planning”

“Shh Ron,” Kim says, pulling him against her, “You don’t have to think on it now.” She chuckles, “Thomas was wanting to wake you and question you immediately. Master Sensei wouldn’t hear of it. He said you need to take a few days to gather yourself. It was actually kind of scary seeing those two staring each other down. I don’t think anyone has successfully stood against Thomas in a long time. He wasn’t happy about backing down.”

“Just who is Thomas anyways?” Ron asks, looking at her.

“Oh yeah,” Kim says, chuckling, “You haven’t been around him during his stories….”

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The door to John’s office opens and Henry steps in, giving John a deep bow.

Without turning from the large window, the skyline of Go City reflected in his eyes, John asks, “I presume you had no trouble?”

“None sir,” Henry says, “Her creatures were easily dispatched. And she herself,” he gives a chuckle, “Once her creatures were killed, it was like she had given up.”

“Did you leave a message for Team Possible and Thomas?” John asks

“Yes sir,” Henry says, a cruel smile flitting across his face, “They’ll know it was you.”

“And what of what I sent you for?” John asks, finally turning to regard his second in command.

“It’s on it’s way up the elevator as we speak sir,” Henry says.

“Good,” John says, walking to the mentioned elevator. When the doors slide open, he lets a brief smile escape.

“Excellent,” he murmurs, stepping into the elevator, “Excellent,” he murmurs again, hand reaching out to brush the stone cheek of Monkey Fist.

AN. Uh oh. This can’t be good. As always, please read and review.

1. Bento is a single portion take out or home packed meal common in Japan. Traditional Bento usually consists of rice, fish or meat, and either cooked or pickled vegetables. There are also breakfast versions.

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