Kim Possible Porn Story: Canadian Wedding – Chapter 4

A/N: Not specifically happy with this chapter, might work on it more later. It does set the stage though. While I’m not happy with the chapter, I’m still okay on where this is heading. Now, the reader challenge for today deals with the other characters. I haven’t mentioned what Ron, the Possible parents, or anyone else will think of Kim’s wife, or even Drakken for that matter. How does everyone else think they’ll react? Comment, please. ~VLU

Standard Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Kim Possible, the character, or any characters from the series. All is copyrighted by Disney, I’m writing this without express permission, but am not making a profit at all.

Most of Saturday had passed by the time Kim Possible was finally woken up, and by the musical chime of her kimmunicator at that. She grumbled, thrashing under her blankets to block out the dreadful noise.

Obviously Wade hadnt received the memo about how she was going to spend the rest of her life under the blankets, pretending nothing had ever gone wrong with her life. After just a few minutes of indescribable agony the tone ended though, and she let out a great sight of relief.

That lasted all of two minutes, until the kimmunicator began to sing again. This time Kim flung the covers off herself, grabbing hold of the miniature device with a death grip, and stalked out of bed, and out of her room. She ended up in the bathroom just down the hall, holding the kimmunicator that refused to stop ringing.

Wade says youre invincible, She informed the inanimate object, looking it over in her hands. Well just see about that, Mister Bond. And with that said, she dropped the device into the sink, and quickly pulled both the faucets all the way around. The slightly maniacal teen let out a devilish giggle, before skipping back to her room and diving back into her bed.

It was still too early to be moving around on a Saturday, and she intended on spending every second she could right where she was. She also intended to spend it not thinking about what had happened just yesterday. But as her head hit the pillow, her right hand did too, and she found herself staring at the slim silver band, with the Shego side pointed in her direction.

Slowly, almost tenderly, she pulled the band from her finger, finding the moist whiter flesh beneath it intriguing for several moments. She held the ring in her fingers, turning it over, before finally looking on the inside and finding another inscription.

For better or worse. She read, still turning it over in her fingers. For better or worse…

She put the ring silently on the edge of her dresser, and stared at it as she drifted off once more.

Kimmie, Rons here! Anne Possible called up the stairs, just an hour or two later.

Her response was a quick, One minute!

Kim had woken up just moments before, and found her finger and the top of her dresser both suspiciously bare. Her finger still had the imprint left from just wearing the ring a day, but the mahogany night table was empty, and the memory of placing the ring down exactly there to sleep away her headache was still fresh in her mind.

In the short course of several minutes, Kim had thrown every blanket and sheet off her bed, opened every drawer in the dresser, and managed to push both her bed and dresser out of alignment. The entire room looked like a small storm had passed through, and Kim could feel a knot of anxiety building in her stomach.

She was about to get really worried when she found it, glinting mischievously between the dresser and wall behind it. Kim couldnt help but heave a sigh of relief as she plucked the tiny silver wedding band from the floor, holding it up to the light.

Now what am I going to do with you? She asked it, before turning her thoughts to her recent hobby of talking to objects. She made me crazy, didnt she? She left few guesses as to just who she was talking about.

An idea had formed in her mind though, and she reached into one of the lower drawers to implement it. Tucked away behind her cheerleader uniforms was a small box, a wooden keepsake from her younger years. Opening it revealed the foolish spending of a young girl, various necklaces, snap-on earrings, and glitter designed to be pinned to clothing.

At the bottom was a simple chain, thin steel that had once been polished towards silver. She could remember wearing it with all manners of heart lockets as a child, and could remember how only it had held up through all manner of physical punishment she put it through. The chain had lasted longer than any of the lockets shed attached to it, and looked almost made for the wedding band as she slipped it on.

Perfect, She muttered as she tucked it away beneath the collar of her blouse. A little smile adorned her face, but nearly having lost the ring brought the entire ordeal to the forefront of her memory. Just what did the ring mean to her?

Kim! Her mother called out once more, and she pursed her lips at being rushed. Though anything to keep all the recent memories from returning to her seemed like a good deal.

Im coming! And the teen rushed from her room.

It took Shego thirty minutes, a broom handle, and a wire hanger before she finally managed to pry her wedding band out from inside her lear jets dashboard. Shed taken it off halfway through the flight, and hadnt noticed it was rumbling down the dash bit-by-bit until it clattered into the small crevice that surrounded the glove compartments hatch. Opening it revealed that it hadnt so much gone inside as it had fallen down between it and the firm polymer of the dash, finally ending up somewhere far beneath the instruments shed been flying by.

After slipping it on, sure that her finger was the safest place for the unlucky silver ring, Shego lowered the hatch to the private jet, and walked down the cushioned stairs to her own private landing strip. It was tiny, just wide enough for the jet to fit in comfortably, with only a dingy little hangar at the end, but the mountains that lined either side of it promised privacy from unwanted guests. To get down without crashing, or even see it in the first place, required an existing knowledge of just where to look.

Sighing, Shego heaved her duffel bag over her shoulder and headed towards the hangar, confident that her jet was safe where it was. Her mind was on other matters anyway. The thought of returning to work, of putting up with Drakkens whining and squaring off with Kim Possible again, had almost made her sick to her stomach. The empty pit in her gut didnt want to leave either.

Over the last half a day shed spent flying, her nerves had become shot, jolting twitches running down her limbs. Shed tried her best to justify why her body was reacting like this, but had only managed to convince herself that it was all in her head. And that got her to thinking about why it was she was feeling this way, why even she thought she was blowing everything way out of proportion.

She was a full-blown lesbian. That had never mattered before, but when she started feeling something for her younger rival, something far from love, shed started chiding herself at every slipup. She hadnt meant for it all to get so personal either. Thinking back to the entire Miss Go episode, and the extreme character reversal that damned machine had inspired, had made her realize just how badly infatuated with the teen heroine she had become.

That had got her to a quick beer, then shots at the lair bar, and eventually a full-blown drunken confession to an equally smashed Kim. Cursing herself all the way, she had screwed up any possible chance she had of even getting on the girls good side.

We dont even love each other. We dont even like each other, Kim called scornfully through her memory. It was true anyway, she tried to convince herself. It was all business, just two rivals on opposite sides of the law, nothing to like about her anyway. Not that Shego could ever really convince herself of that.

And then there had been the entire fact that they were stuck in a marriage neither of them wanted, that had no weight outside a little piece of paper and the ring on her finger. Shed dreamed of getting married every day of her life as a child. Nothing had been more appealing than her own Prince Charming, or her Knight in Shining Armor. And yet; You have to be human to get married.

The thoughts of her childhood made her even more sick to her stomach. She hadnt even paid any attention as shed traveled from her valley airfield, through the winding roads of the hills beneath the Gran Sasso mountain range in her Jaguar. The mountains above her were eternally peaked in snow, a beautiful mountain range that reminded her more of the Swiss Alps, and their bounty of snowboarding lodges, than it did southern Italy.

She only started paying attention when she was already driving along the twisting path that ran parallel to the mountain town of Montorio al Vomano. Ahead of her, built high on the valley that overlooked the Vomano river, was one of her two Italian villas.

The Tierra del Sol villa was one of her most favorite, practically perfect in every way. It was just three stories, but built wide enough to make use of every corner. The bottom was a wide twin garage, more than big enough to fit the comfortable Jaguar, the Jeep she left here for the rugged outdoors, and an Agusta super-bike for her own pleasure. Above it was the rounded first floor, a wide patio with two stories of glass surrounded by it, the first floor and second above it, both set up with only glass covering the visible side.

Behind the front of the house were even more patios, one set up for dining, while the one beneath it held a hot tub and pool. Everything was capped by a pointed red-tiled roof, surrounded with wiry trees that reached up well above the house, covering the driveway as well.

It was exactly the way she liked it, exquisite, yet extremely private. She didnt even realize she had made it there until she was already disabling the electronic locks, finally letting her focus slip back to reality.

Shego was a creature of habit. After work, a tough fight, or a mentally exhausting day, it was straight back to one of her many safe houses, where shed spend the entire day lounging with a bottle of wine or light alcohol. It was her time to unwind, let her problems ease away, and forget whatever was plaguing her for a equally sarcastic yet amiable disposition tomorrow.

As soon as her head hit the pillows on her couch, her signal to shut down and chill out, she recalled Kims face. With her lips slightly parted, face still flush with a hangover, and hair in such a mess she could have purposefully shocked herself to get it that way. She was beautiful. Even her eyes seemed to glimmer as they watched Shego. The entire picture was so life-like that Shego reached her hand out to touch it. Seconds later, she drew it back, as if burned.

You need to get out of my head. Shego told her imagination. Instead of chilling out, her mind had chosen to wander. And the more she thought, the more frustrated she became Or, I need something to get rid of you.

With little else to do, Shego looked around and took stock of her options. It didnt take her long to figure out they were few and far between. Going out and mingling was out, since everything Drakken ever did got her face posted on every major news network from Italy to America. The weather was beautiful outside, which took out snowboard, since the hills that didnt contain slush by now were laughably difficult to get to without a hovercraft.

Her eyes flashed over the chilled wine-rack in the corner. That was definitely a bad idea, considering what had happened last time. Even thinking about it made Shego shudder at the thought of drunkenly calling her wife up. Shed been lucky enough that Kim seemed to have blacked out most of her memories, if she went back to boozing and ended up on Kims sober side, shed probably be burned at the stake.

Even her beautiful assortment of cars left several ways to turn up ugly, and Shego managed to convince herself that she might as well be the unluckiest person on Earth. Just a deer frolicking across the road would end a joyride in seconds, or a cop hoping to get money from a wealthy speeder.

Her thoughts left only one perfectly safe option, which included the remote built into her couch. Lying back, she flicked on the widescreen that was suspended from the roof. Another button brought the automatic blinds out, slowly folding out one by one until the covered the entirety of the crescent wall of windows.

Despite her extremely limited understanding of Italian, she had never installed a better cable into her Italian villas. Much of her time relaxing was spent in the hot tub on the back patio, or one of the spas some eighty miles away in Rome. Still, by piecing together what she could see, it was still better than American television.

The first thing that caught her eye was on the news, which wasnt about her as shed originally feared. Instead, it showed devastation and carnage that looked more like a full-blown war than a natural disaster. It took her several moments to actually realize that it was showing the results of an earthquake, and the following aftershocks. It took her just slightly longer to realize that the villages shown werent even that far away, and she must have been blind coming in not to notice something wrong. Not even fifty miles away, entire towns had been cracked down the center, rolled onto themselves, then spit out in a terrifying display of untamed nature. It made her problems seem almost miniscule in comparison, and made her wonder why no one had passed her on the way to her villa, trying to get there to help out.

She pursed her lips, thinking of the poor sods who had actually managed to be less lucky than her. They must have done something pretty bad for Karma to go after them that badly.

Karma, that got her thinking. Shed done some pretty messed up things in her life, but shed always tried to stay on one side of the line, never killing, never doing anything her conscience would hound her about later, besides the occasional wheel-chair theft. She still hated that one. But now Karma was either punishing her for her wrongs, or she was going to get a boat-load after it realized how badly shed screwed up her own teenage rival. Sex with a drunken Kim was more rape than it could ever be consensual, at least in her opinion.

And she was stuck like this too, calling her contacts to erase any sign of the marriage would give an entire criminal underworld blackmail material against her for years. She hadnt mentioned that part to Kim, for fear that the girl would either have a heart attack or find some way to blow everything even more out of proportion. At the very least no one was looking into it though, no government agency or paparazzi would even think to look through Canadian records for something like that.

Im in the clear. And yet, I feel like shit about it, she returned to thinking about something to take her mind off this mess. Anything would do.

Maybe I dont need something to take my mind off it. Maybe I just need a bit of Yin for this Yang. It snapped in her mind, coming to her all at once. The idea was brilliant, at least to her. Just do something good, anything good, and shed balance out whatever shed done to Kim. Then it was as simple as going back to work and forgetting anything ever happened.

Shego sat a moment longer, trying her best to think of something good to do while she watched the news about the quake. Surely there was something

Her eyes focused for a second as she read about the rescue efforts, and after flicking on a light bulb above her head, she face palmed herself out of sheer stupidity. Of course.

Uh, Kim, you alright?

Kim didnt look up, pushing her salad from one side of the bowl to another. Hmm? Yeah, Im fine. Her heart wasnt in it though, but it didnt take Ron Stoppable to figure that one out.

Yeah, I dont think so. Weve already been here two hours you know, and you havent said a word, or taken a bite. That was said motioning towards Kims salad, which now lay with every piece of lettuce on one side, while the rest of her vegetables each held their own separate piles.

She opened her mouth to speak, looked up at him, then closed it. A little sheepish smile was all she could manage at first. Im sorry, Ron, Im just a bit preoccupied.

Eh, its no big, KP. You know Im here to lend you my ear, or whatever. He raised his hands, signifying peace, even as he snickered at his own rhyme.

Thanks, Ron. But She shot a suspicious look across the rest of the Bueno Nacho. Ever since shed put the ring across her neck, it felt like everyone was glancing towards the tiny lump under her shirt. Or like everyone was leaning in when she spoke, just waiting for some slipup.

But..? Ron offered.

Kim sighed and shook her head. Im going paranoid. Come on, lets take a walk. She scooped up her salad bowl, and seconds later the two were walking outside the Bueno Nacho and into the dimming sunlight. It was still a nice day out, considering shed spent most of it inside thinking herself in circles. Still too bright to be cold, and too dark to be hot.

So, whats eatin you KP? Ron asked comfortably.

Her mouth was open, but the words just werent coming out. Once more shed managed to think herself in circles. Since Ron had dropped by, shed been considering the implications of telling him. If it got out over town, her entire life would be ruined, from school to home. Shed get into even more trouble because she hadnt mentioned it to her parents, and that was added to the fact that shed had a drunken lesbian tryst with her villainous rival, that ended up with her getting married.

If it ever got out, she knew she was doomed. But Ron had never really let her down before. Ron, this is between you and me, okay?

Uh- The look on his face was blank, but he nodded anyway. Of course.

I mean it, Ron, She made it perfectly positive just how serious she was by her tone. No one can know. Not your parents, not your little sister, no one.

He pursed his lips and nodded. If it was really that important to her, then he knew she had to make sure. It was if she told him or not that he knew she really trusted him.

You know last night, when I chased Shego down? She asked, and he nodded with an affirmative grunt. I didnt spend all night chasing her. She admitted, looking away to the finely manicured lawns as they walked down the sidewalk.

Thats what this is about, you didnt chase Shego down? He asked, and from his wording he was almost right to be disbelieving.

No. Ron, I spent all night with her. Now he was silent, and they walked quietly for a minute. She challenged me. She just riled me up and played me right into her hands, and next thing I knew we were drinking down in Vancouver.

Drinking? He asked, sounding rightly incredulous. Like, beer?

She nodded sadly. Something like that. I guess we must have just been playing some kind of truth or dare, or something. Next thing I knew I had this. She turned towards him, but once more eyed her surroundings suspiciously. As he was about to ask her what she was talking about, she slipped the necklace from beneath her shirt, holding it up for him to see.

A friendship ring? He asked dubiously.

She sighed and shook her head. Ron, just read the inscriptions. Kim huffed.

Alright, just hold it up a bit closer. He squinted against the dying light. Lets see, it says; Kim and Shego, for better or worse?

Its a wedding band, Ron. She told him, flat out, before stuffing it back under her shirt.

Wait You? And her?

If Ron was anything, it was dependable. Right now, she could depend on him to either throw a fit, or pass out in the middle of the road. Judging on his expression, neither was unlikely. Look, it doesnt mean anything, okay? No big, just a dare, thats all.

It still looked like he was hyperventilating. His breaths came out in short, uneven, gasps. She could practically see his head swimming. You and her?

Nothings going on between us, Ron. She insisted once more, feeling more and more like crawling into a little corner with every second. Ron didnt reply. Ron?

She almost managed to catch him before he passed out in the street.