Kim Possible Porn Story: A Long Life Chapter 2
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Thanks go to Ogehsim and Screaming Pheonix for their kind reviews.
“Come on Ron, we’re going to be late” Kim shouts out from the living room of their shared apartment in Upperton. A year ago, the Lorwardians had invaded the Earth. It had seemed hopeless at first. The Lorwardians had kidnapped Kim Possible and Drakken, and were holding them prisoner in high earth orbit as the rest of the planet was subjugated. But, and here Kim smiles, Kim’s boyfriend, one Ronald Dean Stoppable had stepped up, “monkey style” as one green and black wearing villianess had put it, and just when things had seemed their bleakest, he’d saved the day.
Since that day, the world had slowly but surely recovered. The hardest hit cities, New York, Washington DC, Paris, London, Beijing and Tokyo, were all still rebuilding, but the rest of the world was going on as usual, with a few minor differences. In agreement with 16 other nations, the United States was heading up a satellite defense system, this one aimed not at the Earth to destroy incoming missiles, but outwards, deep space radar and infrared trained on distant stars to keep watch for any more alien invasions. NASA’s funding had been increased as well, as well as other space agencies in other countries, and major plans were underway to explore the solar system and surrounding space. Humanity would not be caught unprepared again.
Despite the hopes of many though, the invasion did not bring everyone together. Terrorists in the Mid-East and other places used the alien invasion as proof that their enemies were evil. For if they were not, would God have sent the Lorwardians to punish the infidels? They tended to overlook that the Lorwardians had attacked them as well, and also the fact that the Lorwardians had been defeated.
Back in Colorado, life had continued as well. The Possible residence had been rebuilt, most of the assistance coming from the Army Corps of Engineers, who had been sent by the President of the United States out of gratitude to the teen hero who called the place home all her life.
Said teen hero was now in the living room of the apartment she shared with her BFBF, impatiently tapping her foot as she waited for Ron to finish whatever it was he was doing. They had gotten the apartment together when they had both been accepted at Upperton University. Kim had gone into International Relations, and Ron had been accepted into the Culinary Arts course. Kim had been accepted at numerous universities worldwide, but she had chosen Upperton to be closer to her boyfriend. She wasn’t bitter about it though. Upperton U. had an excellent reputation in Diplomacy fields, and it was rumoured that the head of GJ had been an Alumni there as well.
Checking her watch, she sighs in exasperation, calling out again, “Hurry up Ron. I want to be there before it closes”
“I’m coming, I’m coming” her boyfriend calls out. Stepping from the hallway leading to their bedrooms, he stops when he gets a good look at her, “Wow KP, you’re beautiful.
Kim blushes and does a slow spin to show off her new dress, a dark blue silk number with a low back, the dress hugging her in all the right places, the dress accentuated by half inch black heels, and a bright ruby choker laying against her throat.
“You’re not half bad yourself” she says with a small smile, looking over her boyfriend’s tuxedo, matching the dark blue of her dress, set over a light blue shirt with a black tie with dark blue diagonal stripes. Seeing the shape of the tie, she smiles and shakes her head as she walks to him. “You should have had Rufus do this” she admonishes the love of her life as she straightens his tie.
“He got into some bad cheese earlier” Ron says, squirming in embarrassment, “He’s in his bed” a shoebox on the dresser in Ron’s room, “Sleeping it off”
“I hope the little guy will be alright” Kim says, concern etched in her face. When Ron had gotten Rufus almost 7 years ago, she had to admit, the little naked rodent had disgusted her. But in time, Rufus, far more intelligent and capable than any naked mole rat had a right to expect, had become an integral part of their missions. Nowadays, she isn’t afraid to admit that there were times that she would have failed were it not for Rufus. But Rufus, no matter how intelligent and capable, could never hold a candle to her boyfriend. Giving her boyfriend a small kiss, she says, “Come on. The President is expecting us”
“Think Drakken and Shego will show up?” Ron asks as they head out the door
“I don’t know” Kim says, “Shego seemed really uncomfortable at the last one. I think she’s getting tired of all the publicity”
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At a time-share lair in Southern Colorado
“SHEGO!” the blue skinned man bellows in glee, “I have it! The perfect plan to take over the world!”
“Took long enough,” Shego mutters from her room, going through her closet to find the perfect outfit for tonight’s gala. Ever since they had helped save the world a year ago, Drakken had kept his world domination schemes to himself. Shego didn’t blame him for that though. Ever since he’d helped save the world, they’d been almost constantly under someone’s watch. The public might think of them as heroes, but Global Justice has a long memory. And while others were willing to forgive and forget, the Diablo Incident was still fresh in Dr. Director’s mind.
After sliding on a slim black and green dress, she goes to Drakken’s lab. She starts to smirk, seeing Drakken gloating to himself, then scowls when she sees he’s not wearing a tuxedo. Flaring up her hands, she stalks over to him. Grabbing him by the scruff of his lab coat, she lifts him up and snarls, “Mind telling me why you aren’t dressed for the gala? The gala you convinced me to go with you to? The gala I didn’t want to go to in the first place?”
“Shego!” Drakken says, gulping, “Is the gala tonight?” his old scar throbbing in nervousness, “It completely slipped my mind” As if to underscore his nervousnes, that moment is chosen for yellow flower petals to sprout from his neck. Shego scows and swipes at the petals, her plasma burning the petals off.
Drakken yelps and after Shego drops him, he rubs his neck, “Be careful Shego” he says, almost whining, “That came close”
“I’ll show you close” Shego says, her hands flaring brighter, “Now go get changed”
Drakken scurries off to get changed, leaving Shego alone in the lab. As Drakken gets changed, Shego walks around the lab, looking over the various devices that Dr. Drakken had invented over the years. On a long medical looking table lay the disassembled parts of a Bebe, on another table lay a miniature version of the weather machine she and Drakken had stolen a few years back. Sitting on the same table was a couple models of doomsday devices Drakken had started on, but never quite finished for whatever reason. As she wanders the lab, looking over the various devices that they had used to try to take over the world, Shego let a small smile escape. They had never succeeded in taking over the world, but she had to admit, she had had a good time trying. Even fighting Princess had been fun. Well, except for that time Kim had kicked Shego into the signal tower that was controlling the Diablos. Shego scowls at that memory, just in time for Drakken to return.
Shego turns at the sound of hell scuffing on stone, and her jaw drops at Drakken’s outfit. Wearing a solid white jacket over a baby blue shirt, pants a garish light blue with red stripes down the legs, and an even ugliuer tie, Drakken shifts uncomfortably under Shego’s stare, “Umm Shego?” he asks hesitantly
Pinching the bridge of her nose, Shego merely points out of the lab and says, “Go. Change into something a litle less ghastly.”
“I’ll have you know my mother bought me this outfit” Drakken huffs.
“I can tell” Shego smirks, “Are you sure she loves you?” she asks
“What have I said about words that hurt?’ Drakken asks, pouting, then ducks when a green fireball passes close enough to his head that he can feel the heat. Figuring that discretion is the better part of valor, Drakken beats a hasty retreat, going to his room to change. A short time later, he comes back, wearing an all white tuxedo. Shedo winces upon seing it, then sighs, “Well, I suppose it’s better than the last one. Come on Dr. D. Let’s go before we’re late”
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At an unknown location
“Yes sir” the figure sitting in shadow says, cellphone held to his ear. Nodding every so often, he listens to whoever’s onm the other end as people around him work, loading boxes and carts onto moving trucks, “Yes sir”
“Sir, Kim Possible has been confirmed to be attending tonight’s gala” he says after a moment, “As has Shego. Not to mention, security is going to be extremely tight, with both Secret Service and Global Justice providing security. Are you sure…” He pauses and listens, then says in a softer voice, “Of course not sir. My men are highly trained. While Shego and Kim Possible will present a challenge, I think we can neutralize them both rather quickly. As for Global Justice? Don’t make me laugh. There are dozens upon dozens of these so called supervillians out there and those idiots at GJ depend on a teenager to stop them. As for the Secret Service, they’ll be more concerned with protecting the President and the other world leaders instead of our true objective.”
He gives a small laugh at whatever the person on the other end says, “They won’t know what hit them sir”
AN: Oh Oh Oh. What’s this? What dastardly plot is beginning to unfold? Will our heros save the day? I hope so, otherwise this is going to be one short story.