Kim Possible Porn Story: Fly Me to the Moon – Chapter 1

Kim Possible Porn Story: Fly Me to the Moon – Chapter 1

Dear readers,

Welcome to a new set of Kim Possible adventures, set after the end of Graduation. As currently envisioned, I see these stories, which begin immediately after Kim and Ron flew away in the Sloth, taking them into their college years and beyond. Along the way, well find out whether Kim will go to school on the other side of the world, Ron will be stuck at home jockeying for Smarty Mart employee of the month, Drakken and Shego go beyond their awk-weird embrace at the UN, Barkin has a third car for the Tweebs to vaporize, and much, much more. So sit back, grab a naco and a Slurpster, and enjoy!

Special thanks to campy for beta and proofreading this chapter.

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KP Y Disney

I.

Wow, Kim said softly, as she and Ron broke their kiss.

Ah-booyah, Ron said, still cupping Kims cheeks in his hands.

Ah-booyah, indeed, Kim agreed, her breath all but taken away by the confidence in her boyfriends kiss. That was wow.

Just doing my best to please my lay-dee, he said, clearly pleased with himself.

You most definitely succeeded, she said.

Once again the Ronman shoots and scores.

Dont push it, Kim deadpanned.

Gotcha, he said sheepishly.

Good, she said as she leaned in and brushed her lips against his. And dont you dare ever let me go if you know whats good for you.

Wouldnt think of it, he said. Ron Stoppable knows not to mess with someone who knows sixteen kinds of kung fu.

Smart boy, she said approvingly.

Hey, I am what I is, he offered with a shrug before asking, So, where are we going? Ron still had no idea as to where the Sloth was headed as it cruised through the beautiful spring evening. Hed been surprised when Kim had activated the cars booster rockets, launching the vehicle into the night sky as they left their graduation party.

Youll see, Kim said playfully as she returned her hands to the cars steering wheel, out of habit more than need, given the Sloth was on autopilot.

Hmmmm. The last time you said that we wound up smacking lips at the Junior Prom, he mused before he clasped his hands behind his head and reclined in his seat. I can work with that. Then he yawned, his head lolled off to one side, and, mouth agape, he fell off to sleep.

Kim shook her head in bemusement, then looked at her snoozing BFBF with affection. While shed have enjoyed some more kissing and moongazing, his impromptu nap would make it easier to keep their destination a surprise.

II.

Ron was jerked awake, immediately noticing that the Sloth was pitching and yawing wildly.

He looked to Kim and, before he could say something, the car bucked.

Something tells me its not supposed to be doing that, he observed.

Understatement much? Kim said as she activated the on-board Kimmunicator, hoping that Wade had gone home from the beach party.

What up, Kim? he said, much to her relief.

We are, but Im not sure for how long, she said as the car jinked, then dropped two hundred feet before leveling off. Somethings wrong with the Sloth.

Let me run a diagnostic, he said, his hands flying over the keyboard. Kim, the onboard piloting system has failed.

As Wade shared this news, the Sloth flipped over 180 degrees. Tell me something I dont know, she said.

Im switching you over to manual control, he said. Uh oh.

Is that a good uh oh or a bad uh oh? Ron asked.

Ron, uh oh is never good, Kim answered.

Hey, a guy can hope, he said with a shrug.

Kim rolled her eyes, then turned her attention back to the screen. Sitch me, Wade.

Fuel levels are falling off, fast.

Is there some place I can bring the Sloth down safely? she asked.

According to the GPS, youre at least a thousand miles from land.

Thats so not what I wanted to hear, she said.

Kim, I just located a carrier battle group one hundred and fifty miles from your position, Wade said excitedly.

And you know this how? she asked before she added, Dont tell me.

Wade grinned. You want me to let them know youre coming for a visit?

Please and thank you.

III.

The flight center of the U.S.S. Enterprise was abuzz with activity, bathed in red light, as was the norm during night time operations. The staff didnt question Captain Cochranes order to prepare for the emergency landing of a modified Roth SL Coupe piloted by Kim Possible, especially not after the planet had just withstood an alien invasion and a Lorwardian walker, which had since been stripped of its weapons and electronics and pushed overboard, had set itself down on the ships flight deck.

Sir, we have the Sloth coming in from approach vector Zero Seven Two, wind at four point two knots from the southwest.

Understood, Mr. Cutter, Lieutenant Commander Decatur, the flight officer on duty, acknowledged to the seaman. Clear the deck for a potential crash landing. Have emergency and fire teams ready. Get the Sea Hawks up now in case we have to do a search and rescue.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Dewey, advise the captain that we expect Ms. Possible to land within the next five minutes.

Aye, sir.

Before the junior officer could follow through on the order, Cochrane appeared.

Situation? he asked Decatur.

As best as can be hoped for, the commander said. Winds are steady and the skys clear.

Good, the captain said. Now lets just hope shes as good as shes supposed to be.

IV.

That would be the coolest thing Ive ever seen if we werent trying to land on it, Ron said as they approached the stern of the giant aircraft carrier, which was now flanked by two helicopters, both in position should the Sloth land in the sea.

Thanks for the vote of confidence, Kim snapped as she struggled to maintain control of the Sloth. Piloting a remodeled coupe into a headwind was not something she had learned in Drivers Ed, after all.

Hey, its not you Im not confident in, Ron said defensively. Its them.

Kim looked at her boyfriend from the corner of her eye and could see he meant what hed just said. Thanks, she said. And sorry for harshing on you. This is so the drama.

Sha, he said, waving his hand. Bon diggity girlfriends landing a car on an aircraft carrier always get a pass on the snippy front, he explained. Especially when they werent actually being snippy, he hastily added, sensing he might have just put his flip flops in his mouth.

Nice save, she said with a wry grin before her expression turned serious. Okay, brace yourself, she said as she lined up the Sloth with the middle of the deck. Im taking us in …

V.

Sir, the winds picking up, one of the seamen announced.

Understood, Decatur said. Get me Ms. Possible, he ordered the radioman.

Aye, sir, the man said. Enterprise to Sloth, come in Sloth.

This is Kim, an impressively steady female voice announced.

Ms. Possible, be prepared for increased wind from the southwest as you make your final approach.

Man, what are the odds? a male voice groused.

Ron! the woman hissed, sounding annoyed.

What? the male replied.

The radioman was sure he heard a sigh before the woman answered. Thanks for the update. Kim out.

Decatur and Cochrane exchanged a glance. I didnt know she was married, mused the captain, whod had many similarly tenored exchanges with his own wife.

VI.

The night sky spread over the deck of the carrier, the stars obscured by the light of the full moon, a rippling wake trailing behind the warships aft quarter.

The flight crew deployed, armed with light wands and paddles, ready to guide the car to a safe landing. Off to the side rescue crews gathered, equipment at the ready to tend to injuries or fire and a flexible barrier had been drawn across the deck to catch the Sloth should it not be able to decelerate after landing.

Men and women on the bridge and in flight control monitored the cars approach on radar, and kept the crew on deck informed of the situation. Still, even though they knew the Sloth was on its way long before it was seen, there was a surge of excitement and anticipation when one of the crew made visual contact.

There! a woman called as she pointed up into the night sky. Between twelve and one oclock!

All eyes turned to the indicated patch of sky, focusing on two small dots of light and an orange afterglow.

I think its on fire! one of the rescue crew cried out to his peers, unaware that the Sloth had booster rockets. Lets be ready, people!

VII.

Since ending her communication with the Enterprise, Kim had said nothing, focusing on the task at hand while Ron sat quietly, regretting his earlier flip comment. He wanted to apologize but saw from the set of his girlfriends jaw that she was in a zone and, given that their lives depended on what she did over the next few minutes, it would be best for him to be quiet.

He watched as she checked the instruments, and continuously adjusted the wheel to keep the Sloth on course as the winds buffeted the small coupe.

Put the top up, she ordered.

You got it, he said as he pressed a button, which activated the roof.

The deck now loomed ominously large and was rapidly growing larger.

Ron.

Yeah, KP?

I love you, she said, her eyes fixed forward as they sped towards the deck.

Back atcha, Kim, he said softly.

Then the car slammed onto the carrier, jarring the two teens, both of whom were grateful that the car had safety restraints. Kim flipped a toggle and deactivated the boosters, then hit the brakes, but momentum propelled the car forward, and because of a backing wind as she was landing, towards her right and the flight tower and numerous aircraft.

Not wanting to collide with the multi-storied superstructure or one of the parked jets, Kim turned the wheel hard, and put the car into a controlled spin.

All would have been well had the Lorwardian walker not caused minor damage to the flight deck. The car ran over a small, unpturned jagged piece of plating, the front left tire blew out, and, much to the horror of all those watching, the Sloth flipped end-over-end before it slammed into the fuel tank of an F-18, which burst into flames, engulfing the purple coupe in a brilliant, awful fireball.

To Be Continued

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