Kim Possible Porn Story: DNArk Angels Chapter 3

Kim Possible Porn Story: DNArk Angels Chapter 3

DNArk Angels

Authors: NoDrog(s) and
LoveRobin

Kim Possible, Bonnie
Rockwaller, and other characters are property of Disney and used
without permission for non-profit, entertainment reasons only. Sonya
Hopper/S1Y-a and Xena Chinette/X3N-a are original characters and may
be used freely as long as you include a ref to this story in the
credits. Other material such as Tuckers Flour Power Day Care is
used for parody/homage only, without permission, and remains the
property of the original owners. Story features lesbian relationships
and may not be suitable for young readers. Please do not read if you
find that offensive or are under-age. PLEASE DONT SUE.

AN:
You will find this posted on both NoDrog‘s
and Love Robin‘s
pages. While there check out their other stories too!

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Chapter
3: Angels Reborn

A few hours later, at the
hospital, Seor Senior Sr. was laying in a bed after having his
fractured jaw set and wired. A couple of Global Justice troopers
stood at attention just outside his room. They watched as a
dark-haired Asian-looking nurse pushing a wheelchair and a young
blonde
woman in the darker blue uniform of a GJ Officer, a medical division
badge on her breast, strode up.

The prisoner is to be
taken for further X-rays to ensure the staples are set correctly,
the officer stated.

The men glanced at each
other, We werent informed of this.

Youre being so
informed now, Trooper, steel behind olive-colored eyes speared
them where they stood. She nodded at the chart the nurse held out to
them. Due to the prisoners advanced age, he is prone to either
fibrodysplasia ossificans progressiva, fibrous
dysplasia, hypophosphatasia,
or even
osteoarthritis.
Should any of those
conditions set in, then we could be facing complications including
but not limited to osteitis deformans,
osteitis fibrosa cystica, osteochondritis dissecans,
and
osteochondroma.
Any of which could require
an emergency osteomalacia osteomyelitis
osteopenia
and maybe even an acute
osteopetrosis osteoporosis osteosarcoma and
osteoporosis symmetrica.
Im sure I need
not tell you how serious these treatments can be in a man as elderly
and frail as Seor Senior Sr., thus the additional X-rays.
Hopefully therell be no complications and his osteogenesis
imperfecta
will heal just fine.

About halfway through her
dissertation the mens eyes glazed over. When the officer finished
they waved them in. Uh, right. Look,
the old coots a pleasant enough fellow. Reminds me of my
grandfather and Id hate to see my granddad suffer with any of
that, said the senior-most of the pair.

The
officer didnt even deign to reply as the two women
walked past.

Wow, being the daughter
of a brain surgeon finally paid off, said Kim once the door was
closed behind them.

That was amazing
senpai, Yori had
taken to using the term for upperclassman or superior
since she could not risk using Kims actual name. All of that
sounds most horrendous of afflictions. What are they?

Kim shrugged, Dunno
really. All I know is that osteo means bone, so I strung
a bunch of them together. For all I know I could have said his dick
is broken in doctorese.

The ninja girl giggled as
they wheeled the chair to the bed where the elderly Spaniard watched
them. Thanks for going along with this, Seor, said Kim in
the yellow
wig. Sorry about the jaw. Ron wasnt in on the plan so his
reactions were all too real.

Seor Senior Sr. reached
for a notepad and quickly scrawled out: A
minor inconvenience for such a poetic ending to both our careers,
yes?

Kim nodded back as Yori
helped him from his bed to the wheelchair, Yes, and as agreed upon
for your part in helping to kill me, and your future silence,
were getting you out of here.

Seor Senior Sr. nodded
as they adjusted him in the conveyance. Without further conversation
they opened the door and wheeled him out under the watchful eyes of
the troopers. Down the corridor and into an elevator they headed
without anyone trying to stop them or raise an alarm. In the
elevator Kim pulled a jacket and blanket from the pocket on the back
of the wheelchair and helped him into them. Once on the ground floor
they wheeled him out the emergency room doors to where an ambulance
waited.

After helping him into the
back, Kim slapped the driver side door. Okay Junior, drive
carefully and you shouldnt be stopped.

The younger Senior leaned
out the window. Are you sure that this is what my Bonita
desires?

Kim made a mental note to
inquire if Bonita was really Bonnies name. She wishes
you a good life, Junior. She admits to being a bitch and having a
mean streak a mile wide, but cannot bring shame upon her family by
cavorting with known criminals. She said youd understand the need
of listening to ones father.

Yet she can run away
with you in the
lesbian tryst, stated Junior.

She says you ruined her
for all other men, Kim shrugged, trying not to barf.

Junior nodded
contemplatively. Yes. Yes, this
I can see. There would be much truth to this. He preened and
puffed himself up as he started the engine. Fare thee well my
alluring Blue Fox! he called as he drove away.

The pair of teenagers
headed for the black sedan that Kim had dubbed the Ninja Mobile
and drove in the opposite direction. After a while Yori broke the
silence. Plunging into the falls that is how Sherlock Holmes
faked his death, hai?
asked Yori.

Global Justice is going
to be watching Ron closely, said Kim, pulling off the wig
and checking her pinned-up hair. She was not in the mood for small
talk with the Japanese girl. As much as
she realized the necessity, she knew this deception was going to
greatly hurt Ron. You cant tell him until youre sure theyve
stopped watching him.

Yori nodded.

Thank you, Yori,
said Kim. I hope you two are happy together.

Oh, we are not,
said Yori.

If I had to pick the
perfect girl for Ron, Yori, said Kim. It would be you. Have
a good life together.

The girl ninja bowed as
formally as she could in the vehicle. Hai,
Kim-chan,
she started, using an honorific that was more intimate than any she
had ever used before with the redhead. Domo
arrigato
for this most auspicious and
gracious of gifts.

Kim replaced her dark wig.
Suddenly she needed to be away from the affable girl, You can let
me out here Yori.

The ninja pulled over to a
corner. I shall strive to, how do you say, have a happily ever
after with Ron-kun.

Kim smiled weakly and
climbed out, I trust you will Yori.

* * *

Im going to miss
you, said Tara, tearfully after the funeral for Kim Possible. She
hugged Bonnie close.

Calm down, said
Bonnie. My family and I are just going on a long ocean cruise,
its not like Im dying or anything.

First Kim, now you,
said Tara, her lower lip trembling.

Bonnie sighed and put her
arms around Tara. There there look, youre cheer captain now.
I need you to be strong for the team. Its what Kim would have
wanted, ok?

Tara nodded, muffling her
sobs on Bonnies shoulder.

* * *

A couple days later a
white with red trim Sea-Duu Sportster-300 jetboat made its way along
the Point Vincent stretch of the Santa Monica Bay coastline. At the
wheel was an olivine-skinned young woman with raven hair in a sharp
bob cut also known as a Cleopatra. It was a style she had
once entertained adopting a while back, even going so far as to have
a wig made from her own hair. After polling everyones reactions to
it she had opted against it. In fact she had not realized herself
how hard it was to sacrifice both hair length and color until she sat
in the chair and watched as it was snipped away. Shed then used a
modified version of a commercially available spray-on suntan to give
her skin a Mediterranean look. She
almost missed the sunny wholesome look she had as a blonde, but it
was important to distance her current look from one that helped a
known felon escape custody.

Kim sighed. She was
really doing it. Disappearing. Allowing the whole world with the
exception of family, a few select trusted friends, and a pair of
noblesse oblige
criminals to think her dead, and for what? To become a lesbian
parent to a pair of genetically bred super-soldier toddlers.

With Bonnie
no less!

Yet it was no less than
what their adoptive mothers had done for her and Bonnie. Now
was time to take that sacrifice and pay it forward in the same
fashion.

Nosing along with one
olive-green eye on the GPS mounted on the boats dash, she scanned
the base of the tall cliff-side under a large lighthouse. Finally
she spotted what she was looking for and eased the nose of the
Sea-Duu out wide before lining back to shore. Ratcheting up to
mid-throttle, the girl drove for a deeper shadow and eased
the craft into an almost invisible sea cave.

Once the girls eyes
adjusted from coming out of the bright California sun, she found
inside the cave a brief utilitarian dock. She let the boat sidle up
to it and cut the engine. A
secret grotto with a speedboat for escape purposes, she mused to
herself with a half a smile. Rond be stoked I remembered.
Climbing out she made it fast and took in the surroundings. At one
end an iron-wrought circular staircase wrapped around a moderately
sized lift cage. Kim was happy to see that it was large enough to
accommodate the four of them.

Stepping on, there was no
door or gate, she hit the Up button. The thing rose quietly and
smoothly, belying its rickety appearance. The light reflecting off
the ocean water into the cave cut off completely once the cage
entered the shaft cut into the ceiling, and a small light sprung to
life over her head. It finally came to rest at a normal looking
door.

Kim stepped
through the back of a closet out into what
looked like a three-car garage. She was in one corner, the light
coming in through dirty windows making everything murky and gloomy.
One wall had a slight curve to it where the original lighthouse ended
and the add-on structure began. Despite the well maintained workings
so far, the space itself was in complete disarray. Cobwebs and dust
lay thick everywhere. In one corner stood a bunch of brooms, mops,
buckets and various cleaning supplies, obviously left for the new
tenants.

Kim sighed again. Having
opted for purchase sight-unseen, they had not met the Realtors,
who it seemed were happy enough with the
instructions to not do any prep work to have thrown in some extras,
gratis. After a quick
tour she could see how most of the time waiting for the others to
arrive would be spent.

* * *

A week later, a bright red
BMW M3 convertible followed the narrow driveway up to the
old-fashioned light house with add-on garage. The new Kim met the
women another teenager and two four-year olds as they climbed
out of the car.

Bunny Hopper? Hopper?
said Bonnie by way of greeting. She had restyled her hair into two
high-mounted pony-, or puppy-, tails which in fact served to give her
appearance a hint of rabbit but otherwise left it her original hair
color. A few minor changes to her makeup made her look a couple years
older then she really was.

Kim grinned lopsidedly.
Hey, at least youre not Kitty Kit Chinette. Kitty? I
sound like a stripper.

Yeah, well maybe later,
dear, said Bonnie.

Youre loving this,
arent you? demanded Kim.

Hey, youre
the one who went to a fourteen
year old for new identities, said Bonnie.

Changing
the subject, Kim asked, So how was the drive cross-country?
She already had an idea of the answer, having spent many long drives
cooped up with the Tweebs.

Bonnie
just glared at her. Believe me you got the better end of the
deal. All you had to do was die I had to spend the past week with
the little darlings. Stop off at all the tourist spots .

We
got to see the Worlds Largest Ball of Rubber-bands and the Worlds
Largest Lightbulb! said Sonya excitedly.

But
we minded the signs, added Xena.

Glad
to hear it, Kim said to the girls. Then to Bonnie, So
grueling, huh?

You
have no idea! I had to constantly tell them the things in Glad Meals
were not
weapons! Bonnie groused. Or at least werent supposed
to be weapons they are rather inventive.

Kim
covered her smile with a hand. Suddenly she felt like her father:
having to remain level-headed and calm in the face of whirlwind
madness. She wondered if her mother self-sedated. Maybe Bonnie
should. Well, youre here now.

Come
on, Xena and Sonya. Bonnie led the two little girls into
the light house, leaving Kim to drag in all the suitcases.

* * *

Kim struggled into the
lighthouse, arms loaded with suitcases and large duffel bags slung
over both shoulders. She managed to get over to a table before
collapsing, dropping the items. What is all this?

Your mom and my mum
went power shopping for the kids, said Bonnie. I bought us both
wardrobes. And I brought this, Bonnie reached out for a
briefcase that had been on top of the suitcases.

What, lead bars? Kim
massaged protesting muscles.

Not lead, said
Bonnie. She popped the briefcase open, revealing row after row of
credit cards, nestled in protective sleeves like a bizarre microscope
slide box. Plastic.

What are those?
demanded Kim.

Pre-loaded credit
cards. The girl-on-the-runs best friend. Each with a cool five
thousand, said Bonnie. Easy to use, easy to get rid of.

There must be a
hundred, said Kim.

Two hundred to be
exact, said Bonnie. One million dollars. Bonnie didnt
bother mentioning the other set of credit cards. These plus the
initial set-up funds for the house and vehicles is the best Daddy
could do for us. From here out were basically on our own so we
have to spend wisely from here on.

Kim nodded, This should
be more than enough.

Easy for you to say,
youre used to living like this, Bonnie lamented. This is my
entire inheritance early. I never thought Id be sharing it with
you. And as your lover
no less.

Kim pouted coquettishly,
pouring on the act, But Bun-Bun! Me and the girls are
worth it!

Yeah, right Kit-Kat,
peddle it to someone else.

Kim laughed and grabbed
her hand, Come on! Time for the Tour de Grande.

Moving
first to the center of the open, mostly circular, space that
comprised the main floor, Here we have the main dinning room with
a kitchen fully appointed with the most modern of conveniences
through here,
and the three-car garage through there.
As we only have the one car, I think we should convert the rest of
the space into an exercise room slash mini-dojo.

Dojo? Bonnie asked.

Kim nodded, Not only do
the girls need to keep up with their training, but we do as well.

Hey, newsflash Miss
Saves the World, objected Bonnie, Ive got mad skills
thank you very much. Cheerleading, ballet, plus I managed to keep up
with you on more than one occasion.

Yes you can and have
Bonnie, but weve just found out were also genetically
engineered super-soldiers, so what we need to do now is recapture our
ability to work as a non-competitive
duo in addition to becoming a quartet with the girls.

Bonnie hummed a begrudging
acknowledgement.

Now, on to the next
floor, Kim led Bonnie
to where a rail-less set of stairs started to wind itself along and
up the wall, where it disappeared into the ceiling. The rooms are
stacked in the center of the lighthouse, the stairs spiral about
between them and the outer structures
wall, she explained as they passed windows set into alcoves that
could double as places to sit and rest. And here we have the
living room, excellent for entertaining guests should we ever have
any. Incidentally there are bathrooms on the odd floors.

Its a lighthouse,
Bonnie said. All the floors are odd.

You know what I mean.
Third floor will make an excellent family slash rec and game room.
Kim did not allow Bonnie much time to gawk, but as the furnishings in
most of the rooms were still only partially set
up there was not much to gawk at. I
figure the fourth floor will make an excellent guest bedroom
fifth, the master bedroom maybe we can turn the sixth into our
study den slash office slash library which will leave the seventh
Ive setup as the girls room.

The top floor? Isnt
that like where the spotlight is and nothing but glass walls?
Bonnie asked.

Nope, thats one more
level up. The light itself is physically present but disconnected.
But it will make an excellent place to put up cameras with telephoto
lenses to monitor any and all approaches. Add that we have a
half-height basement for the
plumbing and basic utilities, a concealed elevator and stairs
accessible through the garage closet which
leads to the hidden boat grotto, our own private stretch of beach,
and tactically speaking were as snug as bugs in a rug, Kim
finally wound down.

If we ever had bugs in
a rug, wed call exterminators, Bonnie groused, a little winded.

Lets hope we wont
have to face any exterminators, said Kim.

I cant believe I
thought it a cool idea to buy a lighthouse. At least its not so
bad going down .

* * *

Well, I finished
getting Xena and Sonya settled into their bedroom, Kim reported as
she walked into the lighthouses master bedroom. I still dont
see why you insisted we had to swap and take the bedroom on the top
floor of the .

She stopped suddenly at
seeing Bonnie sitting on the edge of the rooms king-sized bed,
dressed in a dark red nglige with her legs crossed alluringly.
If youd remember from cheer camp and all our arguments about
placements on the pyramids, I deserve the top.

Ill just go get
my pajamas and sleep in the guest room.

Kim! said Bonnie
chidingly and with a small hint of a pout. If were going to
pretend to be a lesbian couple, we have to act that way, she
patted the bed invitingly. Come to bed, honey.

Kim blushed and pulled
open a dresser drawer. Youre enjoying this! she accused.

What? Seeing that
priceless expression on your face? Bonnie grinned, You know
it.

Wheres my pajamas?
she asked.

Oh, I didnt get you
pajamas, said Bonnie. She stood up, walked to the dresser, and
pulled out a white nglige that, except for color, matched her
own. I want to see you in this.

Even through the
Mediterranean skin dye job, Bonnie could clearly see that Kim was
blushing. Ill just sleep in my shirt and underwear.

Oh ho no, said
Bonnie. You dragged me into this paper-slut lesbian sham. You owe
me. Now put this on and come to bed. Sugar.

Kim took the
semi-transparent garment and went to the bathroom. When she came out,
wearing the filmy white nglige, she saw Bonnie laying in bed,
head propped on one arm to watch Kim intently.

This is silly, said
Kim, suddenly feeling like a mouse under the scrutiny of a hawk.

If were going to act
believably, Kitten, said Bonnie. Were going to have to
get comfortable with touching each other, and being touched. Now come
to bed.

Kim moved as quickly as
she could without obviously running, sliding under the covers to
minimize the time she was exposed to Bonnies stares. Kim had to
bite her lip to keep from protesting as Bonnie moved closer to Kim,
spooning up against her firmly. Gnight, said Bonnie,
reaching up and turning off the bedroom lights.

As she felt the warmth of
Bonnies body meld against her in the darkness, Kims last
thought before sleep claimed her was to try to hastily squash the
thought that she had moved so swiftly out of eagerness.

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