Kim Possible Porn Story: Way Too Old School – Chapter 4

Kim Possible Porn Story: Way Too Old School – Chapter 4

4. The End of (School) Days

Mrs. Dr. Possible sat back from her computer. This was just too much. Her Snooper search engine was giving her a new icon. The puppy lay with its tongue hanging out and its eye crossed.

Search yieldingway too much to compute! Do you want to limit your search?

She clicked on no. While she was curious, there were other things that had to be done. The twins would groan, but it was her turn to get the new computer next time. For now, it was time to call in the experts.

Oh, hi, Mrs. Possible. Wade looked shocked to see Kims mother on his computer phone.

Hello, Wade. How is everybody?

Were fine! Whens the interview?

Ron should be there now.

You know, I dont mean to sound snobbish, but what does Miskatonic want with Ron? Its one of the top universities in the world! I always took Ron for more of a community college transfer to a city college type.

Im not sure myself. Thats why I called. Id like for you to do a little background check on Miskatonic. Dont tell Kim or Ron, though.

The boys hands flew across his keyboard. I take it you tried already?

My computer was ready to freeze. Im going to need another soon.

Itll take a while to sort fact from fancy. Can you give me some time?

As long as you need. And dont worry, I can keep a secret. No need for them to know you arent always instantaneous.

Thanks. Ill let you know when I have something.

Ann went back to her table. There were several articles she had to read and give a peer review. Three different certification boards were waiting for the exam questions she was drafting. None of that could be put off any longer. As for Miskatonic, she already knew what she wanted to consult while Wade searched the web.

Miski

Morning, Mr. Barkin. Kim beamed at the eternally harried Assistant Principal of Middleton High School. While over a month away, the end of the school year was already a source of irritation for the old soldier.

Morning, Possible, did you have a productive weekend? Wheres Ron?

Oh, hes coming. She looked over her shoulder; the hallway was abuzz behind her.

Ron came down the hall. Instead of the usual red shirt and cargo pants, he wore slacks, an oxford shirt with a tie and a tweed jacket. A red and brown scarf was draped over the jacket. Rufus peeked out of a jacket pocket, wearing what for all the world looked like a raccoon skin coat.

Ave, Mr. Barkin. Ron stood tall and proud before Barkin; for once not at all intimidated by the giant. Thats Latin, you know. It means hello.

I am well aware of its meaning. The Barkins have never abandoned the Mother Tongue of Western Civilization. Whats with the academic get up? I havent heard of any fancy dress ball, thats English for a costume party.

Just getting into the spirit for the fallwhen I go to Miskatonic University! He reached into his jacket and pulled out his acceptance letter. Youre looking at the Recipient of the 2007 Solomon Kane Fellowship.

Miskatonic? Barkin was incredulous.

In Arkham, Massachusetts, in the IVY LEAGUE!

I know its in the Ivy League, Stoppable. When did this miracle happen?

The interview was Saturday. Kim piped in, unable to contain her pride any longer. It went spankin! He was voted in unanimously, and in record time.

Barkins face twisted. Then I suppose congratulations are in order, Stoppable. Miskatonic must have some unusual criteria.

Thank you, sir. Ron crowed. Never be normalthats the key to greatness! Rufus stuck his head out again, this time holding the appropriate prop: a skeleton key.

Miski

Ann Possible stepped into her favorite bookstore. While Boundaries was cheaper, she remained devoted to Bartlebys. The crammed shelves, the big overstuffed chairs, and the book worm staff had an appeal that price gouging could never match. The Widow Bartleby, who looked like a character from her favorite genre, nineteenth century romance; smiled at her from the desk.

Good morning, Dr. Possible. We have your book. Quite a change for you. Has Kimmie decided on a college yet?

Officially, no. But I think Harvard will get the nod. Ann handed over her debit card while she thumbed though the long out-of-print tome. You know, it would be close to Arkham, where Ron got a Fellowship.

Oh, Ive heard. Every driven senior is buzzing about it, mostly good. I gather you wanted the book in regards to Miskatonic?

Ann nodded as she signed her receipt and returned her card to its place. A professor once mentioned it. It seemed a good place to start. Grace, I have a question. I know Boundaries offered to buy you out. You could have retired in style. Why did you decline?

Retire? I would prefer not to.

I just cant resist giving her the chance to say that. Walking out, Ann opened the book. The corner of her mouth twitched when she saw the date of printing. Out of print for twenty-six years! Am I getting old? She turned to the title page. The Shadowed Halls of Academe: Strange Stories and Stranger People from the World of Higher Education. The table of contents revealed the Ivy League claimed its fair share of pages. And one school had as many pages as any other two combined.

Miskatonic University.

Miski

The rest of the school year went by without incident. Aside for an insane amount of media coverage, graduation was almost dull. Bonnie Rockwallers discovery that she would have to go to summer school made for a few colorful minutes. After that, it was parties and working while waiting for college to begin.

And for Kim it would be Harvard. Mr. Howell himself came by with the acceptance offer, along with a gourmet dinner for the family on a yacht he had air lifted to Lake Middleton for the occasion.

There were missions, of course. Drakken was busy June and July. His last scheme was so hastily drawn up he failed to give it a name. A week after Team Possible wrecked Plan 457 they received a post card from Shego. See you after Drakken gets parole, Kimmie.

I guess shes taking the rest of the summer off. Kim smiled. One less person to go hand to hand with.

That leaves more time for us. Ron slid up to her with a new-found confidence.

Kim put her arm behind his neck as he drew closer. Booyah. You better remember this, Monkey-Boy, when you go to Yamanouchi next week.

Hey, no calling me Monkey-Boy. He was about to say something else when her kiss utterly wiped his mind. Aehhuhh

You just remember that when Yoris around.

Cantthinkofanythingelse.

Thats my boy.

Miski

Even the trials of ninjitsu passed quickly for Ron. They were a blur that left him for the most part feeling trampled. Rufus on the other hand mastered several new skills, and began to attract students eager to learn the way of the Naked Mole Rat.

Im sorry I cant stay longer, but Miskatonics football team holds its open try-outs next week. Ive been invited.

One must discover ones ability. The strongest sword is nothing if it is never tested. Sensei smiled under his moustache. As a wise woman once said, seems we just get started then before you know it, comes the time we have to say, so long.

Tell Yori I said hi. Im sorry that Ninja University starts so early. I would have liked to have seen her.

And she is sorry she missed you. Now, as always

I know. It is my honor to walk. Ron hefted his pack and began the long trek down the mountain.

Sensei watched the Champion of the Yamanouchi School making his way when he sensed the Master Lunch Lady behind him.

You know where he is going? The others are too young, but we were both here the last time Yamanouchi students went to Miskatonic. They vanished without a trace.

It was a time of war. Sensei bowed his head in respect to those lost so many decades ago. We have no idea if they even made it to Massachusetts, much less the Vault of Solomon Kane.

The three best students of their class: seeking a power greater than any mortal weapon. Perhaps it was for the best they failed. Master Lunch Lady sighed. And now another of the school will tread those halls. What will be his fate?

Perhaps four years of learning and fun; as university should be. Besides, the Three Lost Ones were alone. Stoppable-san will have assistance if needed.

YECAA? The old woman raised her eyebrows.

Sensei nodded. YECAA.

Miski

Wade? Ann Possible stared in amazement at Kims tech guru standing at the door. What are you doing here?

I thought I would give you a print out of what Ive come up with. I thought about sending it via e-mail, but I doubt youd want your system tied up for that long. He pulled out what looked like a book. This is what I came up with that should be more or less reliable. Theres a lot of weird stuff out there about Miskatonic. One guy, Howard Preston Likework, made a living off of it.

Thanks, Wade. I owe you one.

Nah, just think of it as a late graduation gift for Ron.

I know you read this, Wade. Should we be worried?

Monsters? Dark Gods? I think the biggest risk Ron might have is if he runs into anyone crazy enough to believe this stuff.

Miski

Mount Yamanouchi lay shrouded in fog. But even so the mountain for once was not hidden. Great fires burned on the surrounding peaks and at sites all around the school. The boys beat on massive drums, and the girls danced in elaborate costumes with garish masks, brandishing weapons of war.

In the Building of the Lotus Blade, Sensei knelt before a small fire. Had Stoppable-san had another two weeks, he could have seen this. It was unlikely that he would ever see it now, unless certain rumors concerning the Master of Monkey Kung Fu were correct.

For all its power and unknown age, the Lotus Blade was still a weapon requiring upkeep. The bindings on the hilt were fraying. While almost imperceptible to the layman, a master of the katana could see that it the weapon needed repair to retain its efficiency.

But with the Lotus Blade this was not a simple issue. Things happened when the sword was tended to. The last time, Perrys Black Fleet arrived. Before that, Toranaga captured the Shogunate. And earlier, the fleets of the Great Khan had landed. Hence the fires, the dances, and prayers.

The bindings were fed into the fire. They blazed and disappeared at once. Next he removed the hilt. It would also be replaced. Sensei had longed to see the characters on the tang. No one had seen them in generations. He had heard rumors since he had first come to the school a lifetime ago.

The characters were in no language he knew. One in particular caught his eye. He had seen something like it just recently, in a picture Stoppable-san had kept by his bed. Kim wore it on a necklace purchased by the boy during their trip to Miskatonic.

He dared not touch the branching symbol.

I do not own Kim Possible, Mr. Howell, or Solomon Kane belong to me.

Apologies to all purists out there, but I used Western terms in reference to the sword.

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