Kim Possible Porn Story: Summertime Blues Chapter 2

Kim Possible Porn Story: Summertime Blues Chapter 2

Assorted Legal Mumbo-Jumbo:

As usual, I dont own Kim Possible or anything associated with her. All KP-related items are the property of the Disney Channel and their army of ravenous lawyers who are the reason that Im writing this. I suppose that the story idea itself could be construed as mine, but that doesnt mean that the legal eagles out there wont try to claim otherwise.

In any case, read the story, leave a review, and look both ways before crossing the street.

(The preceding contains 100 Grade A disclaimer.)

Enjoy!

– Chapter Two –

Okay, so run this by me one more time.

Its simple, Ron. Kim patiently explained to the tow-headed young man seated in the cockpit ahead of her. The riddle ties into the display at the museum.

Oh-kaaaaay Im listening.

The phrase by torchs light long the pilgrim trail is a ref to World War Two. Kim explained. In November of 1942, the Allies kicked off Operation Torch when they invaded North Africa. Their eastward line of advance followed roads that had been carved out of the desert by Islamic pilgrims during the seventh century.

So that explains the first stanza. Ron observed. Now what about the ref about the bloody forest creatures?

Actually, theyre nicknames, Ron. Kim clarified. One of the decisive battles of the campaign occurred when the German forces under Field Marshal Erwin Rommel faced off against troops led by General George Patton at a place called El Katar. It was all explained in the exhibit, you know.

Sorry I wasnt doing much reading at the time: I was too busy running for my life! Ron observed dryly.

Well thats what you get for burning Bonnie like that. But in any case, back to the original subject.

Which was something about nicknames, or what not.

Right! Rommel and Pattons respective nicknames were The Desert Fox and Ol Blood n Guts.

Alright That takes care of the bloody fox reference. So what about the other two lines?

Well unless I miss my guess

Which you never do

Thats a reference to some of the German vehicles used.

Kim paused for a moment, and took Rons pronounced silence as a sign that he was listening. Taking a deep breath, she plowed ahead.

The primary German battle tank at the time was something known as a Panther Tank. From what Wade dug up online, it was pretty widely used.

And the tiger?

That was a brand new design at the time, and as far as we can tell, there was only one used in the battle. Wade thinks it was deployed along Rommels left flank, and was probably knocked out early in the fighting.

Okay So it sounds like if we find wherever this fox-guys flank was, then well have our spot. Ron thought aloud, his words echoing Kims own conclusions exactly. The question now is what about the last line?

Ive been doing some thinking about that, Kim admitted, pulling up a research file on the console screen before her, and I think I may have figured that out.

Well dont keep us in suspense, then. Ron pleaded as he made a slight adjustment to their flight path.

Yeah Spill! Rufus chattered from his perch atop the headrest of Rons ejection seat.

Well, Eos was the Goddess of the Dawn in ancient Greece, Kim explained, her tone suddenly switching to one of intense speculation, and the valley where the battle was fought runs more-or-less north and south. That means when the sun rises in the morning, the first light will be cast along the ridge at the valleys western edge.

And you think thats where tall, dark and freaky posted the next clue?

This is what Im saying.

Well were about to find out, then. Ron commented as he smoothly reduced throttle and began to incrementally deploy his flaps. Were here.

For a split-second after opening the canopy, Ron actually thought he had parked too close to another plane. The sudden wave of blast furnace-like heat that struck his face had all the characteristic intensity of jet exhaust, and literally made him flinch out of pure reflex.

Then he remembered that this couldnt be the case. He and Kim were alone, after all: Two solitary figures, awash in a sea of sand. There were no other airplanes within a thousand miles, in all likelihood. The heat he felt was simply that of the Sahara Desert: Natures very own branch office of Hell.

Moments later, he had followed Kim down the pair of ladders that extended from the sides of Sky Rats fuselage, and the pair surveyed their surroundings. It didnt take long before Kim had gathered her bearings, and turned to more immediate concerns, producing a tube of sunscreen from one of her equipment pouches.

Here! Load up! she commanded, casually tossing the tube to Ron once she was done. Ron dutifully complied, generously applying the floral-scented cream to all areas of his exposed skin before turning to other matters.

Cmon, Rufus! he called out, reaching into his hip pocket. Its doctors orders, little buddy! You know how easily you burn!

The tiny rodent crossed his arms defiantly as he was pulled from his denim abode. Truth be told, he hated the greasy, scented substance, and he loudly warbled his objections as Ron proceeded to give him a full-body rub down.

Once satisfied that everyone was adequately protected from the scorching desert sun, the team headed for the precipice of a nearby ridge, hoping to gain a better vantage point to their surroundings. It took several minutes, but to spite the double-barreled assault of heat and slope, the duo reached the top without undue delay.

Once in position, Kim activated the Kimmunicator and pulled up a digital map of the area.

According to the data Wade sent us, she observed, looking out over the valley below them, the fifteenth panzer division of Rommels Afrika Korps would have attacked from over there. She pointed to a low spot in the mountains at the valleys far end. Pattons forces would have been dug in along the ridge just below us.

Cmon! Lets check it out! she insisted, pausing only a moment before proceeding down the slope, leaving Ron to play a desperate game of catch-up.

Soon the pair was walking through the remains of earthen fortifications, the three-sided forms of artillery revetments still clearly visible in the arid landscape, even more than sixty years after the fact. In the valley below, the rusted hulks of burned-out tanks still littered the landscape, oxidized reminders of a bygone era, slowly becoming one with the desert that surrounded them.

Ron had to admit that he was really quite surprised. Although the giant sand dunes that most people so closely associated with the Sahara were clearly visible in the distance, the ground where they now stood was rocky and pebble-strewn, and this simple fact created the means for an amazing act of natural preservation. Free from the reshaping effects of the deserts ever-shifting sands, and shielded from the forces of precipitation and erosion, the land itself was virtually unchanged since the great battle that had been fought here. Vehicles and equipment were still strewn about, and brass shell casings still glinted in the blistering sun. In some areas, the tracks of vehicles could still be seen pressed into the gravel-covered ground, scrawled out across the earth in a series graceful, looping arcs and tight, erratic squiggles. Indeed, if one didnt know any better, he would swear that men had fought and died here as recently as a few weeks ago.

Making their way across the deserted battlefield, the intrepid duo eventually stopped to take a breather in the small amount shade offered by one of the many knocked-out tanks. Ron wiped the sweat from his brow before asking what he assumed to be the next logical question.

So how do you figure were gonna find this tiger tank thingy, KP? he inquired curiously.

Hmmmm Kim thoughtfully hummed, carefully studying the Kimmunicator. If Im reading this right, the German left flank was over there, beyond that outcropping. Our mark should be over there.

Okay sounds good. Ron concurred. But how do we tell a tiger in this case? Were looking at a whole lot of scrap iron here, after all. How do we know when weve found the one tank were looking for?

Simple. Kim stated confidently, bringing up a photograph on the Kimmunicator and showing it to Ron. The tiger tank had vertical armor in front see. We just look for something with a front end that looks like a set of steps.

Ah, gotcha! Looks like its time for the Ronster to step up, then. Ron commented, milking as much humor from the attempted pun as he possibly could.

Yeah, something like that. Kim replied, rising to her feet and rolling her eyes slightly. You and your unique sense of humor. She added under her breath.

Yeah Too bad they havent found a cure for it yet, though. Ron lamented, eliciting a hearty laugh from Kim as the pair set off once again across the sun-scorched earth.

By the time they reached the ridge, both teens were sweating like a pair of dogs in a Chinese restaurant. To say the heat was intense that day was like saying Camille Leon had a slight cash-flow problem. The adjective was simply insufficient for conveying the sheer magnitude of the circumstances.

Fortunately, they had been able to locate all of their objectives so far. The Tiger, as they had found it, had been down in the valley, surrounded by several of the older Panther Tanks. From the looks of things, it had taken a direct hit in the right side of its turret, and its ammunition stores had been ignited. The resulting explosion had been truly catastrophic, blowing the turret clean off the hull and flipping it upside-down onto the desert floor beside the wreckage.

Neither one of them had dared investigate the machines interior, fearing that the remains of the four-man crew were likely still inside. Instead, they had pressed on, leaving the rusting relic behind them. Kim took notice as Ron winced slightly when they walked around the vehicles far side. Through the dust and rust that now coated the machines thick, steel hide, the faded black-and-white silhouette of an Iron Cross was still faintly visible. To her credit, she said nothing, choosing instead to leave her boyfriend alone with his thoughts at that moment. If he wanted to talk about it later, then he would, she figured, but there was no sense in pressing the issue just then. There were just some things that a person of his background simply couldnt help but have a reaction to.

Eventually, after nearly another hour of walking, they arrived at the spot where they now stood, about ten yards below the top of the ridge and resting in the shadow of a large boulder. Breathing heavily, they both took long pulls from their respective canteens and contemplated their next move.

So what do you think this clue will look like? Ron asked, leaning back against the large rock with an exhausted sigh.

Who knows? Kim admitted, looking around to survey the immediate area. Carved into a rock? Spray painted graffiti? Spelled out on a Lite-Brite set? Your guess is as good as anybodys.

So Were back to the whole well know it when we see it thing again?

Pretty much. Kim sighed.

Well, then I guess theres nothing to it but to do it. Ron replied in a somewhat less than enthusiastic tone. Slipping his canteen back into its pouch and shouldering his pack, he began to move forward with Kim. He had taken a grand total of four steps when his stomach lurched, the ground beneath him suddenly giving way. Before he was even fully aware of what was happening, he was laying face down in a sand pile, staring out at the interior of what appeared to be a hidden, subterranean cave.

On the bright side, it is somewhat cooler down here. He moaned as he slowly shook his head to clear his vision. Downside: I think I ripped some really important things in my neck.

Hurk Uh-huh. Rufus agreed, poking his head out of Rons pocket and gingerly rubbing the back of his own neck. Having a 140-pound human fall on you can be a rather uncomfortable experience, after all. Especially when you yourself weigh all of eight ounces, soaking wet.

Ron! Are you okay? Kims frantic voice suddenly caller out from above.

Yeah! I think so! he called back, not entirely sure of the truth in his words.

Hold on! Im coming down! Kim shouted back. Seconds later, the tell tale whine of a grapple cable un-spooling accompanied the descending form of a lithe redhead, concern written across her entire face.

You sure youre all right, sweetie? she asked again, dashing over and wrapping him up in a hug. She had come close to losing him on missions several times in the past, and it had always affected her. But ever since they had become lovers, however, the stakes had been raised, and she now found herself far more concerned with his welfare.

Yeah, Im all right. He reassured her, returning the embrace. Im gonna be feeling it come morning, to be sure, but Ill be fine.

Okay If youre sure Kim relented, reluctantly releasing him from her grasp. So lets get back on track, then.

KP, Ron suddenly commented. I really think the writings on the wall, here.

Kims surprise at this admission was complete to say the least. In fact, ferociously mind-numbing was probably a much better adjective in this sitch. She had never known Ron to just up and quit on a mission like this. Especially not so soon after they had started.

So not the drama, Ron. Kim scolded. Its still early in the game: Way too early for anyone here to be conclusion-jumping.

No, I mean the writings really on the wall. Ron replied, extending his arm and pointing to a spot directly behind Kim.

The light in the cavern was dim, the interior of the massive space offering no ambient illumination. The only light came in the form of sunlight filtering down through cracks and fissures in the ceiling above them. It wasnt much, but it was just enough for Kim to make out a series of indistinct characters, hand-written on a sheer rock face along the far side of the cavern.

What the she gasped, taking two steps toward the curious feature and stopping to take in the scene. This was something that was most definitely out of place, and both teens realized that its presence here simply screamed, Clue.

Carefully inching closer to the inscription, Kim slowly closed to a range where she could make out individual characters, and her heart sank at what she saw. Whatever language the message was written in, it certainly wasnt English. The elegant script was beautiful, but to the uneducated eye it appeared as nothing more than a series of squiggly lines set at various right angles to one another. Overall, it looked like the incomprehensible scribblings of the two-year olds she once baby-sat.

And yet, it all looked strangely familiar to her.

Kim had just begun the arduous process of wracking her brain, trying to recall exactly where she had seen this near-alien language before, when she noticed Ron standing right beside her, giggling under his breath.

Something funny? she asked in an irritated tone.

Oh dont worry, Kimbo Its nothing to do with you. Ron reassured her. Its just that this guy really knows how to deliver a punch-line.

Wait Rewind! Kim suddenly exclaimed. You can read this gibberish?

Well duh-huh! Its ancient Hebrew, after all!

Kim suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to set her palm against her forehead at high velocity. That was where she had seen this language before: In the copy of the Torah that sat in the Rons fathers study. She had seen it left open from time to time over the years, and had occasionally taken the opportunity to glance over its pages, admiring the beautiful writing style of this most ancient culture.

It took several moments to recover from the one-two punch of shock and embarrassment, but when she finally managed to regain her composure, her question very nearly presented itself as another duh moment.

Can you read it, then?

Sure thing. Ron replied without a hint of irony or sarcasm in his voice. Carefully, he stepped forward and studied the oversized inscriptions.

Muhoch lumach hochim he began.

Uh In English, please and thank you.

What? Oh no I was just clearing my throat.

Oh right of course. Check. Kim sheepishly responded. Carry on, then.

Ron carefully eyed the message and began to translate.

Two Philistines and a rabbi walk into a bar

About the riddle, Ron!

Oh yeah, sorry! Now it was Rons turn to act sheepish. He turned his attention back to the mural-sized message and scanned the text for anything that might resemble a clue.

In the Valley of the Shields, where peace has reigned…

And the mark of Crows is clear and plain…

And the earth’s great bounty is cause for pain…

Yet the “Brotherhood of Man” shines through again.

Well you cant argue with that Its too stupid! Ron stated aloud with all the sarcasm he could muster.

Stupid, but with a point. Kim corrected, keying the Kimmunicator as she spoke. It didnt take long for her to call up Wades smiling image once again.

Weve got the next clue, Wade. She informed, not waiting for the young tech gurus normal greeting. Can you run a scan for analysis?

Is Martin Smarty rich? wade asked rhetorically as he initiated his systems scanning subroutine. Just hold the Kimmunicator at arms length and sweep the beam across the target.

Kim quickly did as instructed, and watched as an iridescent green light played itself across the massive inscription. Moments later, the Kimmunicator resounded with a satisfying beep, indicating that its task had been successfully completed.

Got it! Wade informed the team. Ill start the analysis right away.

Spankin, Wade. Let us know the moment youve got something. Kim replied, ending the transmission and turning her attention once again to her golden-haired partner.

Nice work, crypto-boy. She cooed, walking sultrily toward him.

Dont you know it? He agreed, rubbing his knuckles proudly across his chest. Then his expression quickly turned from one of self-satisfaction to one of confusion.

Uh, what did I do? he inquired, his eyes darting about in an almost guilty manner.

You found the next clue doi. She replied, putting a hand on his chest and tracing small circles in the fabric of his shirt.

Yeah Well, I guess I just sort of fell into it. He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He may not have been the sharpest knife in the drawer, but even a blind man could read the signals Kim was sending his way, and the implied message was not lost on him. There was something about him stepping up on missions that would occasionally cause Kim to become somewhat amorous, and this was clearly one of those occasions.

Ummmm Maybe we should be getting back to the plane? he asked as Kim snaked her arms around his shoulders and leaned in close.

Why? she purred in response. Its not going anywhere and this dark ol cave has left me needing a dose of Ronshine.

Authors Notes:

First of all, mad props and a great big shout-out to LTAOZFAN, who was the first and only person to correctly guess the meaning of the riddle at the end of Chapter One. Great work, dude! When it comes to WWII, you really know your stuff.

Operation Torch: The first major joint-offensive to be conducted by the allies following Americas entry into the war, Operation Torch can trace its roots back to September of 1940 when the Italy launched the first Axis offensive on the continent against British colonial forces in the regions of Somalia and Ethiopia. The ultimate goal of these operations was to capture all of North Africa and the Suez Canal. When coupled with the European campaign, this would allow the Axis to effectively surround and control the entire Mediterranean Sea.

Starting in January of 1941, the vaunted German Afrika Korps arrived in Libya and proceeded to drive east toward Egypt, (then a British territory), and the Suez beyond. After several early successes, the German advance was stopped cold in July of 1942 at the battle of El Alimein, when British Eighth Army forces under the command of Field Marshal Bernard Law Montgomery inflicted a punishing defeat on the armored forces of German Fieldmarshal Erwin Johannes Rommel.

Later that year, on November 8th to be precise, American forces launched an amphibious invasion of French Algeria. The general idea was for the Americans to push eastward while the British pushed westward. The resulting pincher maneuver would leave Rommel as the meat in a Nazi sandwich, and the Germans would be forced to withdraw to Sicily, unable to defend their positions on two simultaneous fronts.

Things didnt go as planned for the Allies at first. Inexperienced in the ways of combat, and facing off against battle-hardened German veterans, the Americans were handed early defeats at the battles of Faid Pass on January 14th, Kasserine Pass five days later, and Sidi Bou Zid on Valentines Day. Meanwhile, British forces were forced to halt their own advance at Tripoli to await the arrival of reinforcements.

Momentum finally began to swing toward the Allies favor on March 6th, when the Americans replaced Major-General Lloyd Fredendall with Major-General George Smith Patton Jr. Patton quickly proved unpopular with his men, developing a reputation for strict rules and harsh discipline. However, no one could deny that his policies whipped the American troops into shape and bolstered their sagging morale. When the German 15th Panzer Division attacked the American Positions at El Katar later that month, their armored columns and infantry units were decimated. Meanwhile, the British resumed their own advance, and after being squeezed into a progressively smaller region of Tunisia, the remaining German forces on the continent finally withdrew across the Mediterranean Sea to Sicily in mid-May. The war in North Africa was over.

German Battle Tanks: If theres one thing you can say about German tanks during World War Two, its that they had some pretty cool names. Throughout most of the North African campaign the primary German tank was the Panzer V: Better known as the Panther Tank. By early 1943, however, a new model was beginning to appear within the ranks of German armor.

The Panzer VI, or Tiger Tank, represented a vast improvement over the Panther. With thicker armor and a larger gun, it quickly proved far superior to Allied tanks such as the British Matilda and Crusader Tanks, and the American M-3 Grant and M-4 Sherman Tanks. Fortunately for the Allies, the Tiger could not be produced in sufficient numbers to have any appreciable impact on the overall outcome of the war.

A full, albeit brief, breakdown of German armor is as follows:

Panzer I: Designed only as a training vehicle, this tank did not even carry a gun.

Panzer II: Small and light with armor only 14.5 millimeters thick, this vehicle mounted only a 7.92-millimeter machine gun and a 20-millimeter main armament.

LT-35: An upgraded version of the Panzer II, this tank enjoyed 30-millimeter armor plating and a 37-millimeter main gun.

Panzer III: Another armor and armament upgrade, this time to 50-millimeter frontal armor and a 75-millimeter gun.

Panzer IV: Same gun as the Panzer III, but now with frontal armor measuring 80-millimeters thick. Come n get some!

Panzer V: The Panther Tank, as it came to be known, was designed as a direct response to the Soviet T-34 battle tank. It possessed an excellent combination of mobility, firepower, and crew protection, and ultimately served as a benchmark for the development of post-war armored vehicles. While still mounting a 75-millimeter main armament, the Panthers gun was of a longer-barreled variety than its counterparts, and it enjoyed a marked increase in both effective range and penetrating power.

Panzer VI: Better known as the Tiger Tank, this is perhaps the most famous German tank of the entire war. Protected by frontal armor six-inches thick, and packing an 88-millimeter gun, the Tiger easily outclassed any vehicle the Allies could throw at it. Its only drawback was its drive train, which suffered from an underpowered 750-horsepower Daimler-Benz gasoline engine and a transmission linkage that was prone to failure.

Panzer VII: Often referred to as the King Tiger Tank, this machine marks the point where the Germans seeming obsession with size began to cause problems. Weighing in at 75 tons, the King Tiger carried the same power plant as the Panzer VI, and the previous mobility problems became even more pronounced as a result. While extremely formidable in a defensive position, its effectiveness in an offensive role was limited, only 560 of these machines were ever produced.

Panzer VIII: The ironically named Mouse Tank proved to be one of the most colossal engineering flops of the entire war. Tipping the scales at a bone crushing 207-tons, the Mouse was protected by a sloping frontal armor plate over eight-inches thick. For its main armament, it was fitted with a 150-millimeter naval gun, and for added spunk, it carried a 75-millimeter anti-tank cannon, mounted coaxialy. Plagued by the same problems of mobility that afflicted the Tiger and King Tiger before it, (not to mention the fact that it would have collapsed the first bridge it attempted to cross), only two Mice were ever built.

Well it seems that things are starting to get interesting for our intrepid heroes. The search is officially on, and the good Lord only knows what other adventures are in store for them along the way. As a friendly heads-up, Id like to point out that the story is going to start jumping around a little at this point. With the outline I have so far, there will be a lot going on, so things may get slightly confusing at times. Ill try to keep things as clear and concise as possible, but even I may get turned around bass ackwards at times, so for your own benefit, you may want to take notes.

Also Try not to be surprised if I dont update for a while following this chapter. For about the past week Ive been in the process of assembling the components for a new computer, and Im hoping to bring it online by weeks end. However, Murphys Law being what it is, there will no doubt be start-up glitches and technical difficulties galore when I finally do flip the switch. Knowing this, it will most likely be several days before Im able to rejoin the online community once more. Try to stay strong in my absence. (salutes)

Whatever the course of my electronic travels, however, the usual rules apply Read and review at your leisure. Should you become concerned that the story is too long, too complex or utterly pointless, please refer to the first rule of fan-fiction:

Its my story I can do whatever I damn well want with it! Nyahhh!

In the immortal words of Leslie Nielsen: Good luck Were all counting on you!

Nutzkie

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