Kim Possible Porn Story: A Long Life Chapter 3

AN: Does anyone hear me singing “Money Money Money” ? No? Well then, I guess I still don’t own Kim Possible or any of the characters from the show.

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“WoW Kp” Ron says as he enters the Middleton Community Center, Kim Possible, the most badical woman in Ron’s not so humble opinion, on his arm, “I think there’s more people here than there were at the last one” The main arena is packed, dignitaries and world leaders, along with other world class VIP’s, mingling with each other, waiters and busboys moving between them, passing around food and drinks.

Kim Possible looks around, and says in agreement, “Does look like it. Of course, it stands to reason that there’d be more serving people. Most if not all of them are probably Secret Service and Global Justice agents acting as security” She nods at one waiter, keen eyes picking up an unmistakable bulge at the waiter’s hip. While she did not like guns, and therefore did not use them herself, she had trained against and with them in her martial arts training, so she knew what to look for.

Ron nods distractedly, his eyes on what he considers the second most important item in the room, next to his girlfriend of course, “Hey KP they have a huge buffet” he practically yells, all eyes in the vicinity immediately turning to them. Kim blushes at the sudden attention, but Ron is oblivious, letting Kim go as he heads for the buffet table set at one end, “Aww too bad Rufus isn’t here” Ron says, grabbing a plate and piling on the food. The buffet seems to be set up by regional cuisine, each country’s cuisine getting their own table or two.

“You could always save him some food” a cultured female voice says, with a slight Japanese accent. “Ahh!” Ron says, throwing his arms up, his food going everywhere, including onto the young woman who’d spoken, and her companion, a middle aged, balding man. The man picks the noodles off of himself as his companion also cleans herself up, neither showing any sign of irritation at the young man. Ron, meanwhile, smiles sheepishly and says, “Oh hey. Hi there Nakasumi and Miss Kyoko. Sorry about that.”

Nakasumi whispers in Miss Kyoko’s ear, and she smiles softly, “Nakasumi says that it is quite alright.”

“Ah that’s good then” Ron says, turning back to the buffet as Nakasumi and Miss Kyoko head off to mingle.

“I thought Nakasumi could speak English?’ Kim asks, grabbing a plate as well. Ron shrugs, “As he said the last time we met, he likes whispering to Miss Kyoko”
Kim nods as she uses some tongs to make a salad. As she puts the lettuce on her plate, a commotion at the entrance has her looking in that direction.

“Let me in” Drakken demands of the security detail that was running detectors over both him and Shego, “Shego and I were invited” Shego isn’t saying anything, but the tic of her left eye is unmistakable. She’s getting frustrated as well. Kim heads over to the two former supervillians to prevent any blow up. Shego immediately spots Kim, and instantly shifts into a relaxed combat stance, a smirk on her face, “Come to save the day Princess?” she asks as Kim also assumes a relaxed stance, ready for anything.

“KIM POSSIBLE!” Drakken shouts, then gets a sheepish look on his face when everyone looks at him, Shego pinching the bridge of her nose “Ahem. S-sorry. Old habit”

Shego shakes her head, groaning as she grabs Drakken’s arm and drags him off. Crisis averted, Kim starts heading back to her boyfriend when someone bumps into her. Only years of training has her catching herself before she stumbles more than a couple steps. “Oh, I am so sorry Miss Possible” the man, Turkish by the looks of him, says, as he apologizes profusely, “I wasn’t watching where I was going” Kim smiles at the man reassuringly, saying as she straightens her outfit, “It’s ok. Really. Accidents happen”

After the man walks away, Kim rejoins her boyfriend, who just stuffed an entire burrito into his mouth. Kim shakes her head at him, smiling as she says, “I’ll never know how you can do that”. Ron shrugs and says around the food in his mouth, “Practice” to which Kim giggles as she takes his arm. They mingle with the dignitaries for the next half an hour until the President of the United States takes the stage.

Straightening his tie, he clears his throat, then speaks into the microphone, “Ladies and Gentlemen. Thank you for attending tonight’s gala, celebrating the one year anniversary of the defeat of the Lorwardians. We are honored that the 4 who did the most to save us are here. Please join me in showing our appreciation to Kim Possible, Ron Droppable” an “oh man” from Ron, “It’s Stoppable” “Ahem,” the president says, ” Sorry. Ron Stoppable I mean, as well as Sheila Go, and Doctor Drakken”

“Sheila Go?” Ron asks amidst the applause, “I don’t remember anyone named Sheila Go helping us.”

Kim rolls her eyes, “Sheila Go is Shego’s real name” she says with a patient smile, pointing at Shego, who’s rubbing her temples in irritation.

“Really?” Ron asks, “I thought Shego was her real name?”

Kim kisses her boyfriend before he could continue.

Clearing his throat, the president continues, “I’d also like to take the time to thank Thomas Goodwin, who has graciously allowed us to meet here, and to tour his artifacts before they are loaned to the Middleton Museum of Natural History” he pauses to let the audience members politely applaud, the spotlight shining on the man that had bumped into Kim earlier, who’s waving his hand to acknowledge the applause.

“I thought this was the Community Center?” Ron asks Kim softly, “As in, the community owns the place? How could he allow us to meet here?”

Kim explains, “The basement of the community center is a large walk in vault. The museum uses it to store pieces that aren’t on display yet and can’t fit into their own vault.”

“In an hour” the President says, “The vault will be opened, and people will be allowed to tour the artifacts in small groups. In the meantime, thank you for attending, and please, enjoy yourselves” As the audience applauds, the President gets off stage, Thomas Goodwin joining him, the two men talking quietly.

As Kim and Ron mingle, Shego hangs back, watching Drakken brag about his exploits to the delegate from Rodighan. Hearing him bragging about the Hesphaestus Project he used to control the Diablos, she shakes her head. Sure, just remind everyone of the time we almost succeeded, she mentally curses him out as the Rodighan delegate smiles politely, hiding the glimmer of nervousness in his eyes.

She’s interrupted in her annoyance by a gentle tap on her shoulder. Turning, she stares down at the small blond haired and plain looking middle aged woman before her. “Mr. Goodwin has requested that you and your associate” nodding at Dr. Drakken, “join the first group to tour his artifacts.” Shego stares at the woman for a moment, then shrugs, “Might be interesting” she says, then calls out to Drakken, “Yo Dr. D, We’ve been asked to join the first tour group. Come on.”

They follow the woman as she leads them to Thomas Goodwin. After whispering in the man’s ear, she heads off, only to return with Kim and Ron, earning a groan from Shego. “Now now Miss Goodwin” Thomas says, a small smile playing his lips, “Surely you and Miss Possible can get along for half an hour? I know you two have done it before. And no Mr. Stoppable,” he says, forestalling Ron’s comment, “I wasn’t referring to when Miss Go was affected by the Attudinator, nor when Doctor Drakken had chipped them both”

“Wait,” Shego says, “You know about those?”

“I do my homework” Thomas says as the president joins them, along with the British Prime Minister and the Emperor of Japan, who bows to Thomas, and makes an even deeper bow to Ron, both of whom bow in return. “Is everyone ready?” Thomas asks after the introductions and greetings are out of the way. At everyone’s nod, he turns to the woman who had talked to Shego, “Elizabeth, be a dear and make sure Britina and the Oh Boyz are being taken care of as they requested” “Of course Thomas” Elizabeth says with a slight bow before leaving to do as Thomas asked.

Thomas watches her go off, smiling, “I wouldn’t be where I am today if it weren’t for that young woman,” he says.

“Young?” Drakken asks, watching, “She looks to be older than you” “Plenty of moisturizers” Thomas says, “They do wonders for the skin”

“Maybe you should look into that Pumpkin” Shego says, elbowing Kim, which earns her a glare as they follow Thomas to a recessed elevator. The elevator ride down is done in silence, Kim glaring at the back of Shego’s head, Shego smirking the whole time down.

When the doors slide open, Thomas leads them out, saying, “I inherited most of this, the rest, I acquired about ten years ago. I kept them in a private vault on my estate until the Smithsonian contacted me, expressing interest in displaying the work. This is the first leg of a world tour before the artifacts make their final home at the Smithsonian in about 10 years.”

“What exactly, are the artifacts?” Kim asks as they stop before a solid steel bank vault door. Stepping to the side of the door, Thomas uses a key to open a panel, then enters a code as he says, “Mainly artifacts dating from the Hittite Hittites were a large group of people who resided in Anatolia, which is most of modern day Turkey. They entered the region at around the 18th Century BC, with the height of their empire around the 14th century BC, then broke apart around the beginning of the 12th century.” He steps back as the vault door slowly swings open.

The door open, he leads the group in, smirking at their awed expressions. The size of a large living room, the vault has bulletproof cases lined up and down each wall, and set in three rows down the center, allowing just enough space for two people to walk side by side between the displays. Under each display are bowls, necklaces, rings, and bronze statuettes, which he says, “Are called Huwasi stones. The Hittites believed the figurines to be sacred to whatever god they represented. They were a central part to any ritual. They were given food and water, anointed and washed.” The main display though, the one dominating the entire back wall, is a massive pedestal with a woman’s bust on it. Around the bronze bust’s neck is a necklace made of an intricate twining of silver and gold wires, the necklace set with stones of every color of the rainbow, the main stone, a ruby set in a fancy ring made of crisscrossing spokes made of solid gold. “The medallion of Alalus. Alalus was a primordial god, preceding even Anu, the king of the Hittite and Assyrian gods. The ring was supposedly the key to a massive treasure hidden by Alalus.”

“A treasure huh?” Shego asks, “Ever find that treasure?”

“No” Thomas says, “Only one reference to the treasure was found. A tablet found with the necklace. The tablet was broken though, so if there was a location mentioned, it’s been lost.”

“So how much is all this worth?” Shego asks, Kim spinning to glare at her. Thomas chuckles and says, “It has no street value if that’s what you’re wondering. Each piece is too distinctive to be fenced” To which Kim asks, “And how would you know if they can be fenced or not?”

Thomas shrugs, “I do my homework” to which Shego says, “Your teachers must have loved you”

Thomas says, “I was home-schooled. So yes, my teachers loved me. Nature told them to.”

“There’s something odd about Mr. Goodwin,” Ron says as they head back upstairs.

“What do you mean?” Kim asks, looking at Ron in confusion.

“I don’t know” Ron says, scratching his head, “It’s hard to explain. It’s like” he looks around. Picking up a wine glass half full and a fork, he shows them both to her, saying, “Ever since I fully gained control of my monkey powers, I’ve learned I have a few extra abilities” Taking the wine glass, he says, “To me, the world around me is like a giant lake. Each person’s presence creates ripples in that lake. Ripples I feel” he dips the fork in the wine, creating ripples, “You, Shego, Dr. D, everyone. I can tell you without looking, there are 149 people in this room. But my monkey senses tell me there are only 148 people in this room. They cannot detect Mr. Goodwin in this room. And when we were in the elevator, the ‘ripples’ coming from him were muted somehow. I could barely sense him at all,” He gives a groan of exasperation, “I wish I could explain it better KP”.

“It’s ok Ron” Kim says, hugging Ron, “You’re still new to these new abilities. Give it time. I’m sure you’ll figure it out” Ron smiles and says, “Thanks KP”

“No problem” Kim says, “Now, let’s go mi-” A gun shot into the ceiling silences her, and everyone else in the room.

“Nobody move!” a waiter says, holding a Bushmaster ACR into the air, “Everybody stay calm and you won’t be harmed”

AN: Hell of a cliffhanger huh? As always, read and review.