Kim Possible Porn Story: Way Too Old School – Chapter 9

Kim Possible Porn Story: Way Too Old School – Chapter 9

9. Study Buddy

Ann Possible sat back in her chair as she watched James unpack. A few years ago I wouldve been helping, the phone resting against my cheek, but cel phones arent big enough for that. So much for progress. I still dont want one of those ear clips. So you had a little bit of weather, Barbara?

Barbara Jo Stoppable sat by the Arkham Arms indoor pool, watching her husband play with Hana as the toddler splashed in the kiddie pool. She had taken the next two days off, and as for her husband, while he had a couple of things that needed doing; he was an actuary and could work anywhere. Ann, on the other hand, had a round of surgeries that could not be put off. Yes, we had a bit of a surprise there. It was sudden but it blew over pretty quickly.

Funny we didnt get anything. Ann shook her head. Cambridge isnt that far from Arkham. We should have at least have heard the thunder.

It was beautiful after that. Ron is so happy to be at Miskatonic. I just hope he remembers to not spend too much time commuting to Cambridge.

Dont worry; Kim is too proud of him to let him slack off on his studies. The two women smiled at the thought of Kim in full study mode. There was no way she would let Ron fall behind at college.

Were so proud of him. Barbara replied. Hes always had so much potential.

Kims always called him her Potential Boy. Ann could not help but chuckle. She had been a supporter of the two getting together well before the fact. And their school situation could not be better. Close but not too close. Im sure theyll have each others backs, like always.

I hope so. Barbara sighed. Ann shared her concern. No matter how many times they had saved the world, they were still the little ones who needed consoling when they scarped their knees, at least in their mothers minds. Theyre so far away. Ron says youve been reading up on his school.

Just an old book a professor told me about. Ron should definitely feel at home at Miskatonic, they arent obsessed with being normal there.

And how is Kim doing? Barbara asked.

Ann smiled. Something tells me shell have an interesting time with her new roomie.

WTOS

Good morning, sleepyhead.

Kims eyes fluttered at the chirpy voice of her roommate. What time

Its seven. Now, I know your registration isnt until nine, but I thought youd like some time to freshen up, and then we could go have breakfast. There wasnt time to get to talk last night.

Sure. Kim rolled out of her bed and turned off the alarm. Only lost fifteen minutes sleep and it would be nice to get to know Savannah before classes take over. Give me a few minutes. She yawned.

Soon they were at having a light breakfast in the cavernous Annenberg Hall, a portion of Memorial Hall. Kim had no idea what Savannah meant when she mumbled something about Memorial Hall being a First Place Trophy until she noticed the regimental flags in cases along the walls. Faulkner was right: the past isnt even past. While she went on at times, Savannah seemed genuinely interested in Kim and her family.

So much genius in one family. Savannah marveled. That could be intimidating.

Strategories nights are interesting. Kim smiled. Especially since theres no such thing as a Possible who can stand to lose.

You said you dont plan to follow your mother or father. Do you have a major lined up yet?

International Law. Its a nat for my interests and experience.

Saving the world, yes, I can see how that would suit you. We may both be here for some time. After all, once youre in Fair Harvard, where else would you want to go for graduate school?

Sounds like you have your education planned out.

Well, I came here for a MBA, not a Mrs. Savannah laughed. Im not so sure what Ill do with it, though. My Fathers business is insurance, hes Senior Vice President of New South Life and Casualty. But Im also interested in the company on my Mothers side.

Whats that?

Coca-cola, Grandmother Scarletts a Hazeltine. Her husband was head of European distribution for years and years. Hes a dashing figurethe Count von Droste Schattenburg! They met in Berlin just before the Wall went up; they sure had some exciting times!

Nobility, I might have known. Bet the family castle is something.

It was. Savannahs lips pursed. But unfortunately it was destroyed in the War.

Allied Bombers?

No, Turkish Cavalry; just seems like whenever anybody on that side of the family had a nice place somebody rode up with a torch. For a moment Savannah seemed angry, until her face broke out into a grin. In a moment they were both laughing.

Oh, my! I better let you go, Kim. Youll need to get to registration. My time is at three. Maybe well be able to meet for dinner. We could always see whats off campus.

Sounds great. Kim stood up and took her tray. Maybe I should call Ron and make sure hes up. She was not surprised when he did not pick up until the fifth ring.

H-Hello?

Hey, Miski Man, wake up. Kim teased. From the noise, he was pulling sheets up to cover himself, even though she was well over an hour away.

Rufus, its eight thirty! Why did you turn off the alarm? What do you mean I smashed it? Guess theres enough time for a shower and a Zap-em for breakfast. The sound of Ron rushing about caused Kim to smile as she walked to registration.

Thanks for calling, KP.

Hey, Im going to make sure my Miski Man keeps up. I dont want you needing a tutor.

No worry there, the Ronmans here to show the world what he can do.

Just make sure you buy another alarm today.

Got it covered, KP. Ill just get the back-up out of the box.

You have a back-up? Im impressed.

Really? I bet hes blushing. Well, Im on my own up here.

Not quite. She corrected him. Ive got your back.

Same back at you. Thanks.

After a few more words Kim arrived at registration. No way Ill hear anything in there. Ill talk to you later, Ron. Love you.

Love you too, KP.

WTOS

Ron indeed had just enough time to get to registration. Never one for details outside the kitchen, he was pleasantly surprised with the ease of the process. His Fellowship paid for his tuition, fees, room, board and books. That leaves some major fundage for the Spoil Kim Foundation. In no time he was walking out, sorting through his papers. An envelope caught his eye.

See Dr. Thorndike at 207 Shirley Miller House concerning your Fellowship.

Tables lined the way outside of the registration sight. Various clubs and organizations solicited new members. Ron had never been much of a joiner. I wonder how many Kim will sign up for at Harvard? Then one table caught his eye.

A pair of bokken lay with their tips touching in front of the sign up sheets. A banner said Miskatonic Kendo Society in delicate calligraphy. Like many other tables, this one was occupied by an attractive young woman. No, shes nothing like the others. She was Japanese, with long, jet-black hair. Coupled with the shape of her face and complexion, Ron knew she was the Japanese idea of classic beauty.

Hello. Her smile was dazzling.

Ron looked to either side. Shes smiling at me. Uh, hello. Im

You are Ro her eyes darted to the side. I mean, what is your name; person whom I neither know nor have heard of?

Im Ron Stoppable. A figure popped out of the pocket of his cargo pants. This is Rufus. The naked mole rat bowed.

It is an honor to meet you. I am Nagema Amika.

Ron smiled. Amika that means pretty doesnt it? Your folks were right on there!

You are correct, and I am impressed you knew which name is my given name. Have you studied our culture for a long time?

Well, I did go to Rufus punch to his leg brought him up short. He rubbed the back of his neck. Ive visited a few timesjust educational, not like Im, uhHey, nice bokken! He grabbed one up and assumed a stance, almost whacking a passerby on the head. Sorry, dude, my bad.

Excellent stance. Amika was looking down at his feet. We would be honored if you joined our humble organization.

Gee, Id like to; but Im on the Football team. I dont think Ill have time.

Who said you would not? Coach Takeshi was suddenly behind him. We practice four days a week, and the Society meets on Wednesdays, our day off. It is my honor to be its faculty sponsor.

It would be my honor to join. Ron took the pen and signed up. Rufus jumped out and put his name down in Japanese. Show off. His owner teased.

Excellent! Takeshi smiled. Then I shall see you on two fields of honor.

Something about Takeshis smile made Ron soar, like when he pleased Sensei. I have to go see Dr. Thorndike about my Fellowship. Thank you, Coach, nice meeting you, Amika.

As soon as he left the table was folded up and put away. Those with an interest in Kendo continued to visit the Kendo Club stand as they had been doing all morning.

WTOS

Please, Ronald, sit down.

Ron sat in the overstuffed chair in the office. As an Emeritus, Thorndike retained his old office, with its grand collection of book cases and stacks of papers. The old professor placed a small box atop his desk and opened it. It held a small key on a necklace.

This is to stay with you as much as is humanly possible. During game days it is understood you cannot wear it. Otherwise, it is your responsibility to keep it on your person.

Ron turned the key over and over in his hand. It looked incredibly old. Whats it to?

It goes to the Solomon Kane room in the John Hay. The holder of the Fellowship always has a key. Understand, this Fellowship is older than the school itself. There are some portions of it we no longer continue. Among the things earlier recipients received were a rapier, a brace of flint lock pistols, and the services of a comely lass of pleasing disposition and unblemished Godly character. Our Mister Kane felt all of those were necessary for the work intended. That work has changed now, Miskatonic protects his collection; you are here to learn.

Thank you, sir.

You are welcome. The old man smiled. Now, unless things have changed, I assume like most undergraduates, you need to rush over to your advisors office.

Ron looked at his schedule and jumped out of his seat. I gotta run, thanks, Dr. Thorndike!

Thorndike watched as the boy rushed away. I hope your other skills and training make a rapier and pistols redundant.

WTOS

Youre my advisor? Ron asked incredulously.

I hope you arent disappointed. Dr. Spengler smiled. The Solomon Kane Fellow is always advised by a member of the Philosophy or the Religious Studies Department. Im glad to get to advise you: some would not understand your needs or abilities. Now, lets go over your options for your first semester.

Ron had selected courses before, but high school was nothing compared to college. There were so many, covering almost every imaginable topic. One caught his attention immediately, and gave him his first taste of the dreadful term prerequisite.

Yes, youll have to take the Literary Traditions before you can take Social Commentary in the Fearless Ferret. Dr. Marris teaches it, youll like her. The Fearless Ferret course is offered only in the Fall Semester, but you need a literary course anyway.

Youre the doctor. Ron nodded. Thanks. Guess we better go now.

Ill be seeing you, Ronald.

WTOS

Wow, it sounds like you have some interesting courses, Ron. Im really looking forward to Societies of the World. Its one of eight set courses Ill have to take while an undergrad. Kim liked the enthusiasm in Rons voice as he described his coming first semester.

Undergrad? Whoa, KP, already thinking about grad school?

Well, you know me, always thinking ahead.

Did you sign up for any clubs? I know how you like to keep busy.

Just one: theres a self-defense class that might let me help with instructions. They seemed real happy to have me join. Other than that, between classes and cheer practice I wont have much free time. How about yourself? What did you find?

The Miskatonic Kendo Society. My Coach is the sponsor and he said it would be an honor to have me join. It meets on our weekday off from practice. Amika said I have an excellent stance.

Amika? I thought your coach was Takeshi?

Yeah, Amikas a Junior. She seems really nice.

She? Kim could not keep all of the frost out of her voice. A Junior?!

Ron reacted immediately. Oh, Im sure a girl like her has a boyfriend. Besides, Im taken.

Just remember that. Kim grinned. Savannah and I are going to Mr. Bartleys for a burger. She says that generations of her family have gone there.

Sounds great. I need to see if I can get Mak out some time. He seems to be a real wall flower. Well see if the Solomon Kane Fellow can bring him out. You know they used to give you a pair of pistols, a rapier and hire you a serving girl?

Im glad theyve moved on with the times. Savannahs back, so I have to go. The Georgia girl obligingly stepped back out so the two could exchange affections. Before she stepped back in Kim made another quick call.

Wade, get me everything on Nagema Amika.

WTOS

The next morning Rufus just barely saved the alarm clock. Ron staggered to the shower, went to breakfast and made it to his room just in time. Dr. Spengler was right; he took an instant liking to Dr. Marris. Her lecture style was informed and informal.

Its easily forgotten that most literature is above all, entertaining is some way, and was meant to be so by its creator. Your assignment for next weeks class is to read a work from ancient times, preferably something known to be preliterate in origin. The Illiad is an example: people would sit and listen for hours to the tales of Homer. If you pay attention, you should see why these works were copied and read enough to survive.

Since youre all new to Miskatonic, I want to help you go get to know your fellow students, so each of you will have a partner here. Amil, your partner is Ron.

After class dismissed Amil came over to Ron. He was a handsome young man who came up almost nose to nose to Ron and shook his hand with great enthusiasm.

Ronald Stoppable! It is such an honor to meet you! You know my Father.

WTOS

Kim fell back on her bed and laughed. Oh, I remember his Dad, Ras al-Ghul, we met him our sophomore year. Head of a vast criminal organization, overseeing up a conspiracy generations in the making; laser battle in the sewers of a forgotten city in the Arabian Desert, so not the drama.

And you two are going to the library tonight to check out some ancient poetry? Glad to see you arent procrastinating this time.

Amils pretty persistent. He thinks he knows some really cool readge that nobody else has heard of. Says his Dads something of an expert on old books. Wish we were with you guys, going to burger places. Rufus sighed his agreement.

That was last night. Its time to study now. You keep on track; I dont intend to tutor you when we get together next.

Maybe we can read from the Book of Love. Rufus shook his head at Ron. Kim giggled.

Youre positively hopeless, Ron.

No, the Ronsters all about great expectations. Hey, thats a book too! I gotta run. Love ya, KP.

Love you, too, Ron.

WTOS

Ron followed Amil across the road and toward the John Hay. You sure this is all right, dude? I mean, the John Hay is a graduate and faculty library.

I have a card for the door. Besides, is it not right for the Solomon Kane Fellow to have access to the library which holds whatever it is he guards?

No wonder youre here, Amil. That makes a lot of sense. Ron could not deny it, he had felt drawn by the John Hay the first time he saw it. And now the attraction was even stronger. Rufus stood on his shoulder, as affected as he was. The key seemed to rub his chest with every step. Is it trying to stop me, or encourage me?

Amil swiped his card. The door opened. Ah, good, a few minutes to midnight. We should hit the room just in time.

You aimed for midnight?

Well, after eleven, you need a card to enter the Library. It should be fairly empty. Well be able to read in the room without interruption. They walked quietly across the marble floor of the library. A few diligent students moved about. Some were going to the desk to check out books. Rons experience with undercover work helped him remain calm as he walked across the floor.

While he had never been there himself, Amil moved like he knew exactly where he was going. He led Ron to a set of stairs which took them to the bottom floor. No one was around. The key weighed heavily on Ron. He led them though the stacks to come to a large wooden door in the center of the room. A small silver plaque was bolted into the oak.

The Solomon Kane Collection: by appointment only

Midnight! Amil whispered. Now, Ron, open the door!

If the door was old, the lock was positively ancient. Ron fumbled with the key. The click of the lock opening almost caused him to jump. A puff of air greeted him as he opened the door. Like the room exhaled.

The threshold caught Rons eye. An arc was on the floor at the door, delicate silver laid into the floor itself. Strange symbols were etched into the metal.

Must have been Masons. Ron looked at Rufus. The naked mole rat nodded. They walked in. Looking over his shoulder, Ron noticed Amil stood at the threshold, an expression of awe on his face.

Come on, dude. You wont get into any trouble.

Thank you. It somehow seemed right to get your permission. His study buddy stepped in after him. They gasped at the room.

The outside walls were square, but the room itself was circular. Great shelves stood out from the walls in a circle, old books carefully stacked in them. Another circle was in the center of the room, enclosing a large desk, and a set of glass topped stands. Books of indescribable age rested in glass cases designed to protect them from the elements.

Across from the desk on the wall was a mantle. A portrait hung above it with a pistol on either side of the portrait and a sword set on the front of the mantle. The mans features were set in a dour expression. He was dressed in black. His right hand rested on what had to be a Bible, while the left gripped the hilt of a sword. Amil walked over and looked up.

Father said to send you his greetings. He turned to Ron and shrugged. I have no idea why I was to say that, but the way Father talks about Kane; youd think they had met before. But then again, Father talks that way about a lot of people.

He turned back to the center of the room, his eyes wide as he went from stand to stand. What treasures! The Book of Eibon and the Scrolls of Skelos! Here is The King in Yellow! Father can quote it in its entirety. Ah, a copy of Alorri Zrokros Book of the Elders! I always thought the last copy had been burned by Noah on Mount Ararat. The next one looked familiar to Ron. This is the Mystic Text of the Malaysian Monkey Cult!

Yeah, seen that one before.

Youve seen another copy? Amils eyes lighted. Do you know where it is?

Rons mind drifted back to his attic room at home and a desk which rested one leg on a rather old book, as much to keep the pages closed as the desk level. A screech echoed in Rons mind. Not off hand.

And here it is. An awe-struck Amil whispered, running his fingertips along the final display case. The Al Azif of Abdul Alhazred! This is the book!

Ron was dubious. Uh, dude, I cant read Arabic.

It is not in Arabic. Amil went on excitedly. The language is older than Arabic, or the tongue of Sheba. Its older than any language of Man! The legends it holdsthe poems! If what Father says is correct well get As for sure!

Coolio! Rons grin faded. But how do we read it?

According to Father the Al Azif is written in the language of Wisdom. Those of deep learning, or pure heart, can understand it. Abdul Alhazred translated it into Arabic for a wider audience. The holder of the Kane Fellowship should by definition be able to read it.

And Im that Fellow. Ron took up the challenge. Once again there was a lock. This one also opened with his key. When he pulled up the lock, a number of buttons greeted him. One lit up. He pushed it and there was a stirring under the glass. A small display panel under the buttons flashed a message.

Argon gas removed. Container ready for opening.

Another button prompted Ron. Claps released and Ron set his hands on the glass and lifted it back on its hinges. An almost inaudible hiss greeted him as air rushed around the book. Amilss smile encouraged him to reach down and open the ancient tome. Although he placed his fingers so as to open it at the beginning, it came open at almost two-third of the way through.

Guess we start here. Ron shrugged and took a deep breath. His voice cracked.

Inz clth gelb flngn.

Time seemed to freeze in the room. Amil straightened up, fear in his eyes. The fear faded, replaced by pain, followed by an expression of dark anticipation. His chest seemed to swell.

Rufus eyes widened as he saw Amil. Ron continued to read. A torrent of syllables poured from his lips. To his amazement, Rufus realized he could somehow understand their meaning.

All in innocence, new friends seek wisdom and find instead darkness. Guided by his Father, a man of long years and sinister ambitions, the one betrays the other, he who carries the sword of one long dead.

Darkness enveloped Rons study buddy. Now and then a hand or arm would become briefly visible, less human each time. At last a twisted, hulking form emerged. The size dwarfed Amil, the scaly arms and legs were masses of knotted muscle. His once pleasant face had become a nightmare of bristles, spikes, and fangs with gleaming yellow eyes. It was horrible beyond description.

The naked mole rat squealed in terror. He sprang onto Rons shoulder, pulling on his owners face. His master gave no response as he continued to read words he did not know, could not know. Eldritch phrases rose into the night. Frost covered all glass and metal surfaces. Everyones breath left vapors.

The sacrifice of one dear to the guardian is now consumed, giving permanence to the transformation. His flesh and blood will make the Unhallowed One invincible!

Monster and prey locked eyes. One smiled with his fangs, the other shrieked in fear.

An enormous hand reached out. Rufus sprang from Rons shoulder and ran to the top of the book cases. Talons gouged the wood as the demon grasped at the naked mole rat again and again.

A massive foot dragged across the silver circle. The rear claw cut through the metal. The silver dimmed a bit. At the Old Arkham Congregational Church, a bell tolled though no one pulled its rope.

Finally Rufus jumped from a book case to the mantle. He knew the pistols would be empty but the rapier might still be sharp. Before he could reach down to it the demons hand grabbed at him. He jumped back, striking something under the portrait frame.

A gnarled staff covered in strange carvings rolled out. Rufus scrambled on top of the wood, his feet back peddling. Suddenly he could see the creatures face. The staff shot out from under Rufus feet, striking the beast in the forehead. It connected with a crack and a blinding flash of silver white light.

The creature staggered back. Oww it whimpered, raising a hand to the welt in the middle of its forehead. Scaled fingers acted like sandpaper as they rubbed. Skin flaked, then cracked, and finally sloughed off. Scales, horns, fangs and wings crumbled and fell away. Amil looked up to Rufus, still rubbing his head.

Did this hit me? He bent over and picked up the staff. Rufus nodded, looking into Amils eyes. What he saw made him smile. With Rufus guiding it, the staff was returned to its place on the mantel. The naked mole rat hopped onto the offered palm and the two turned to face Ron as he looked up from the Al Azif.

I dont know, Amil. This seems pretty stiff.

I think youre right. The study buddy agreed. Lets put it back and check out the stacks.

WTOS

Another freshman crossed the grounds to a building normally off limits. She had no problem seeing in the darkness. The door to the Ann Mary Brown Memorial Library opened to her touch. Marie LaTreau passed through the entry and reception area to a set of heavy bronze doors. They swung open, allowing her to enter the room without breaking her stride.

Dr. Lichfield bowed his head ever so slightly. Thank you for coming so quickly. I thought youd be more comfortable meeting here. He ran his hand along the crypt.

It is a touch of home. The young woman agreed. So they hold receptions in this building? I did not expect such style here.

We are full of surprises. And speaking of surprises, things have moved along much faster than anticipated. I presume you heard the bell?

Yes, what did that mean?

That our boy has already blundered. Who else could it be? The outer seal remains unbroken, neither the Great Old Ones nor any of their minions may cross into the room. The inner seal however is severed. At long last the Al Azif is within our grasp!

And this is great how? Weve had a copy of the Necronomicon in my family for generations.

Yes, a copy: an inferior Latin translation of an inferior Arabic translation. Surely you know of the repeated disasters that have befallen those who peruse those unhallowed pages? Failure after failure, but what else could happen, when one attempts to create a masterpiece with broken tools?

But now, thanks to this buffoon, the work of Solomon Kane will at last be undone! The wizened face grinned in triumph. Soon we have the secret to returning the Great Old Ones, who will rule the world through us!

And by the way, Marie, I know you have plans of your own, but I advise you to forget them. You will be a most important part of our plan; it would be a shame if your ambitions prevented you from assuming your place in history. Please have a bit more patience.

Maries face remained unreadable. Lichfield chose to interpret that positively. Now if you will excuse me, I must retire. Tomorrow I will enter the central collection of the John Hay for the first time. Stay and enjoy the ambiance if you wish, the doors will lock themselves on the way out.

Coo-yon. Marie muttered after he left. She walked around the crypt, running a cool hand along the cold marble. Ill tell you since I doubt youll tell anyone. Things are already in motion. Long before he can put whatever plan he has into motion, mine will be completed! The poor fools think they are expressing their dissent, while they open the door! Poor Lichfield will be most put out with the way things go, but then, he has concerns which no longer bother you or me.

She smiled as she turned to leave. Sleep while you can.

Kim Possible and related characters are the property of Walt Disney

Savannah’s maternal grandparents come courtesy of MGM Studios

Ras Al-Ghul is from DC Comics

The Book of Eibon was penned by Clark Ashton Smith

The King in Yellow was created by Robert W Chambers

The Scolls of Skelos come from Robert E Howard, as does Solomon Kane

The Book of the Elders was by Karl Edward Wagner, the contents were very Lovecraftian

I think we know who came up with the Al Azif

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