Kim Possible Porn Story: Thunder Snow Chapter 2

Kim Possible Porn Story: Thunder Snow Chapter 2

Thunder Snow

Chapter 2

by kt

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The blue-white lightning in the distance faded from view as the thunder boomed loudly overhead. The first thing I was aware of was that it was snowing evenHarder.

As I grasped to get a handle on my sitch, I realized that it was dark, almost pitch-black night. The only light was from a sliver of waning moonlight as it peeked through a break in the lightning illuminated, slow-moving snow clouds.

I looked around and then up at the sky again through the partly covered windshield. How long have I been out? I thought to myself. The last thing I remembered was the mid-May snow storm rollin in with a vengeance. I knew I was about 70 miles out of Middleton coming back from doing a solo fourteener on what had been a beautiful spring day, and then I remembered a flash of light luminating the Sloth, like a lightening rod, as the clouds overhead poured out their furious wrath on everything down below.

Glancing down at my mission clothes, I shook my head

The material in my shirt was stiff in sections, and parts of the fabric were melted where the health-monitoring metallic threads had been. My right wrist also smarted as my fingers reached out to grab the steering wheel in front of me; to better position myself to start my self-examination.

Beginning at my feet, I wiggled my toes. Yep: they worked; and slowly on my way up I moved ankles, legs, thighs and waist muscles. So far everything was checking out alright below and then, as I worked my way up my torso, arms and wrists, I spied a small red mark where my Kimmunicator should have been. It looked like a first degree burn on my right wrist, but I couldnt figure out where the Kimmunicator went. Taking another look around, I found it on the passenger seat.

Picking it up I saw that it was completely fried and, turning to look at the rest of the Sloths electronics, I realized that, not only was the Kimmunicator cooked, but every electrical component was grilled: well doneand made to order, too, but not how I like it.

Fortunately for me; Wade, Jim and Tim had grounded everything in the car so I didnt have any real burns from metal contact. Unfortunately for me, the Sloth was now little more than a welded-together piece of junk.

Okay: so far, so good, I said to myself and then I looked into the rearview mirror.

Good Lordmy hair!! I screamed out loud.

I immediately pulled down the visor mirror and got a better look. I sighed as I shook my head, all the while muttering to myself, It will be quite awhile before I can get rid of these frizzies, even if I use Wades extra body, life savin, hair gel.

There wasnt much else to see inside the Sloth, so I turned my attention to the outside. As I peered through the now half-covered windshield into the blackness into the night, I made out a faint silhouette of a very old car sitting on the side of the highway below my position. From the sliver of moonlight, it appeared to be about a quarter-mile away. At first glimpse, I didnt see any movement.

I manually rolled down my drivers side window, clearing it, and took out the binoculars from the plastic compartment under the seat, checking on what I had previously seen and blinking twice. The moon light just happened to settle right on the car, and it appeared to be an original hard topped Model T; probably circa 1920s make-wise. I really couldnt tell much more as the snow had pretty much covered it except for the flat front windshield. It looked empty from what I could see; so much for sharing this moment with someone else.

But the sight of that old car rusting away made me recall that old black and white movie that Barkin had shown us in Drivers Ed: The Ghost Car. I knew the model and types were wrong, but the rust brown of the old car stood out against the white of the snow and brought back the image clearly. I closed my eyes and forced the picture out of my head.

My next conscious thought, after checking myself out again and discovering that all my body parts still worked, was to find out exactly where I was. For that I needed to get my bearings. Hopefully there would be a nearby road marker that I could emergency red-flag or mark in some other way.

Rolling down the window again to clear it, I was instantly doused by a snowy wind gust which plastered my hair to my forehead, and snow falling into my eyes, momentarily blinding me. I wiped my hand across my face, trying to clear away the snow and rolled the window back up.

I squinted into the darkness from the now clear window, but was unable to see very far as the snow had really started up again. There were no highway lights anywhere, and the small sliver of moonlight was pretty unreliable as the storm clouds covered the sky completely again. All to the west of me were trees, but the thought of taking shelter outside sort of bothered me for some reason. That was strange too, cause Im not afraid of anything; but, this time, my weirdar was going off with all kinds of bells and whistles.

As if on cue, a bright bolt of blue lightning again illuminated my surroundings for a moment and, just as quickly, the light faded and plunged me back into obscurity. The sky rumbled seconds later with thunder. Then something wonderful happened to help me out.

I had heard of them before but had never seen them except in pictures. They are called night-shining clouds. Clouds so-named because they continue reflecting sunlight to the surface even after the sun has set below the horizon. Having light, any light right now was a God send.

Left with few options, I decided to get out and quickly survey my outside surroundings, while the event lasted, and access the damage to the Sloth to make sure I had adequate shelter for now and to check the roadway to see if there was any oncoming traffic.

Putting on my windbreaker as it was the only coat I had, since the compartment lock under the back seat appeared to have been welded shut from the earlier lightning burst; I got out and trudged through mud, muck, and snow trying, to make my way down the slippery shouldered truck runaway ramp the Sloth had settled on. How I managed to get on it was beyond me, but it had saved my life as I could have easily collided with a tree.

If I can just make it to the highway I might have a fighting chance, I thought to myself, but that thought sort of disappeared quickly as the unfamiliar territory to the road started getting the better of me.

I stumbled over a branch and just barely manage to keep my balance. It wasn’t easy, avoiding the rocks, and my flip-flops offered little traction or protection for my feet. I thought about what I had just done going out into the weather dressed like this, but it was a little late for that now since I was about 20 yards from the Sloth.

Suddenly I began to feel exhausted and realized my fourteener had taken a greater toll on me than I had realized. I started to feel despondent as my adrenalin rush had finally completely worn off and the wind-driven, damp wet snow pounded my tired, beat-up body mercilessly, adding to the fatigue I felt. My poor tired feet felt frozen and screamed in agony. I didnt want to go any further but pressed on until I actually reach the highway.

Hooray!

Unfortunately I was soaked to the bone and getting colder. Nothing on me was dry and I saw nothing in either direction on the road. No road markers, no emergency phoneszilch: cleaner than a cheese platter after a Rufus attack.

I wanted to scream out loud for an instant to let my frustrations go but decided it was a useless expenditure of energy and, so, I made my way back to the Sloth so I wouldnt freeze to death. I reached it just as the night-shining clouds faded into the inky blackness of the night once again.

Warmth and protection from the storm were now the highest priority on my mental list, but at this rate, I was making way too many mistakes. If I wanted to survive this sitch, I would have to stop being so careless.

As I climbed back into the Sloth, I automatically reached for a towel in the back seat and then slapped my head as I realized that it was packed in my backpack under the back seat. I shook my head and exclaimed, GET WITH IT, POSSIBLE: GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME! If you dont, youre going to be in real trouble!

Taking time to deliberately think for a moment, I realized that there was an emergency blanket under the passenger seat. I fumbled around a bit until I finally dug it out. Thank goodness, the Tweebs put it there.

But as I pulled it out, what I got was something I wasnt expecting. Instead of a Global Justice emergency blanket, or a heavy wool blanket, what I found was an old, large, stained, tattered in places, thick, Levi/cotton quilt that Nana had made for our family, years ago, and right now it looked like heaven. I grabbed it and wrap it around my chilled body and feet. With one shaky hand, I held it together down the middle and hunker down into the seat like a wadded-up ball of newspaper. For an instant I felt like I was in Nanas loving arms, cuddled with her in a reassuring embrace that assured me that everything would be alright.

The snow continued to pummel the car and occasional flashes of lightning and loud rumbles of thunder kept me a bit unsettled. Thunder snow can do that to a person and, for just a minute, I wished I was in my own bed at home snuggled with a certain cuddle buddy.

I didnt like this storm, and it seems to show no signs of letting up. At least I’m sheltered for the moment, I reminded myself. Briefly I wondered if anyone was missing me right now, then I dismissed the thought as I begin to shiver. I knew everyone would be looking for me. The question was: when would they find me? The wind outside continued blowing fiercely through the trees and the sound of it made me colder as the snow began to bury the Sloth.

Unable to do much else and too tired to try, I wrapped the blanket tighter around myself and tried to position my body in a way that the steering wheel didn’t poke me. I looked longingly at the backseat, but I knew if I lay down that Id probably fall asleep and never wake up. I had to keep myself awake and conscious of my surroundings if I was to survive this sitch, but then again a few minutes rest might be in order to shake off my chill and make me more alert. I reassured myself that in this position my poor tired body would scream at me to move and reposition myself in just a short time so I decided to go for it and nap.

From my position, the Sloth seemed quite eerie, and the shadows from the lightning did little to comfort me. The car rocked a bit from the strength of the storm and the thunder continued to rumble outside. As I closed my eyes I let the rhythm of the wind gusts rock me into a restless doze. Just a quick nap, I thought to myself. Just a quick nap.

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A loud rumble woke me from my sleep and as I roused, I tried to straighten out my cramped body. My head was propped against the car door with one arm shoved under it. My legs were bent and I was sitting on my feet, trying to keep them warm. I can’t imagine how I got myself in such a position, it was uncomfortable and yet so natural.

As I sat up, I noticed that morning, or what passes for morning, had come. The ferocity of the storm from last night had let up some, but the snow hadnt stopped: It just continued to fall steadily. I unwrapped myself from Nanas blanket and folded it around my lap and feet. My back throbbed and my neck hurt, so I tried to massage some of the pain away and work out the kinks as best I could. My clothes were still damp from my nighttime stroll, and the smell would have curled Rufus nose.

I began to really wonder where I was and if anyone would find me soon. The dreary sky outside offered no clues, neither did my surroundings to the left and right side of the road were the Sloth had stopped. There were no road signs to be seen anywhere. The thought I’m just in the middle of a nowhere of solid white, crossed my mind more times than I wanted it to.

For the first time that I can remember, I was stumped as to what to do. The continuing storm outside and the way I was dressed prevented me from going anywhere, so I decided Id try to open the backseat compartment again to get to my pack. Problem was, I needed leverage and didnt have any. I pulled, yanked, and kicked for at least 10 minutes before I gave up. What I needed was so close and yet so far away.

Never have I been so darned frustrated. I don’t mind a sitch that has some challenge to it, but I don’t like to be barricaded in a car with nothing to do and no way to get out. I leaned my head against the steering wheel for lack of any better place to put it.

Suddenly I had a realization: both last night and this morning no other cars or snowplows had passed me at all. I’ve never seen a road this deserted. Even small backroads have some traffic: that is why roads are built. But the highway was totally empty, and it seemed like I was the only person on the planet. I’ve never felt so alone in my life, never craved the attention of another person as badly as I did now. Thoughts of gloom and doom fill my head as my mood changed to match the weather outside.

Fortunately my stomach began to rumble, waking me from my thoughts, and I realized that I couldnt stay here forever without food. I found the snacks I had thrown on the passenger seat earlier which had moved to the floorboard. They didn’t exactly appeal to me, but there was nothing else to eat.

Picking up a couple of granola bars I ate them in silence, having to almost choke them down before I realized that I needed something to wash them down with. Ah, good thing the camelback still had water in it. Greedily I gulped down half of the remaining water to wash the dry bars down and sat back satisfied. Of course I’d much rather be having a dish of steamin hot oatmeal or toast and eggs with a cup of hot chocolate, but this was better than nothing.

I finished my meal polishing off another bar, and my hunger abated with the addition of the food. I crumpled up the wrappers and tossed them into the back seat and noticed that now the storm was picking up again, and I sure hoped it wouldnt turn into the fierce madness that it was last night. With nothing else better to do, I sighed, laid back against the headrest and closed my eyes.

After all, until someone showed up, I might as well rest. Who knows: I just might need all my strength and wits later. I was just about asleep when a noise caught my attention. I jolted myself awake only to see that the sound which had awakened me had just passed by. It was an 18-wheeler, the first thing other than me to be on this road. Unfortunately, it was gone by the time I realized what it was. The driver probably thought the Sloth was abandoned, and in this storm it was easy to see how that could be. No one would be caught in a storm like this, and you couldn’t exactly see me inside the car. I sighed again and resign myself to my prison.

Time crept by as I sat and did nothing. The only options that I could see were to either stay put or venture out in the storm. I decide to continue to stay put, even though it was boring me out of my mind.

For some reason I decided to look into the glove box and lo and behold I found an old sliver wind up pocket watch still in working order. I quickly remembered Ron placing it in there yesterday, saying that he wanted it looked at and would I remind him to take it to the jewelry story so he could have a watch-smith give it a good going over. I remembered him telling me Hana had somehow found it when she had gotten into the old attic trunk one day and that he had managed to get it away from her. He had said it would loose a minute or two a day when he used it. I opened it up and looked at the fading gold inscription on the inside and smiled:

To my loving friend, Jonathan Stoppable. Ill always love you. Mim.

I turned it back over, wound it up a little, and watched the minute hand circle around the dial for a whole minute. I was kinda in a trance and then shook my head.

Funny thing about time. It sure speeds up and you never seem to have enough of it, until at one point you do, and then it goes so slowly you feel you live a lifetime in each minute that passes. After watching for another 10 minutes, I gave up that thought and put the watch in my pocket. There has got to be something else better to do.

I passed a few more minutes thinking of ways to yell at Ron, Rufus, Wade, Mom and Dad and the Tweebs when they finally showed up. Id probably curse them out in at least several different languages that I know, Latin being the primary one, when they got here. I still owe Ron big time for that one. Not that Id really do that to them, but right now I needed something to think of to pass the time and this was all I had.

However, for some strange reason, I also continued to feel angry and abandoned. When would they show up? Were they doing other things that were much more important than finding me? Why was I here in this sitch? Was I here to see if I could survive this storm?

From the looks of my life right now I might be better off if I didn’t survive. I could never imagine living my life like this. My clothes, hair and face were so the drama, and I wanted nothing more than to take a shower, fix my hair and put on clean, dry clothes and be with my BFBF, family, and friends cuddled up to a nice friendly fire and enjoying their company.

I shook my head trying to get rid of the thoughts and concentrated on my sitch. I said over and over again out loud to myself: Survival, KP. Survival. I knew I was at my limit of boredom, since frustration and anger were consuming meI had to get past it. After all Im Kim Possible and I can do anythinganythingbut escape this sitch. I placed my arms across the steering wheel and laid my head on top of them and then I hit my emotional wall face first and began to cry.

I wanted to get out of this prison, out of this boredomout of this sitch.

Out of all the sitches Ive ever been in, this had to rank up there in the top 5 of the worst. I wanted to pull my hair out or run screaming into the storm, for lack of anything else to do. I cried harder now, as my frustrations emptied out of my soul. Then, the lightning picked up again, and the ferocity of the storm was back as it thundered overhead.

Bolt after bolt of lightning flash through the sky, followed by the loudest, almost immediate thunder I had ever heard. I must be at the heart of the storm now. Why, oh why, God has seen fit to put me here was past me.

The wind picked up again, and my thoughts turned toward tornadoes. If one were to start, I’d have no way to survive it.

Scared, alone, feeling abandoned, and worried: for the first time in a long time

I cried myself to sleep.

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Kim Possible Characters Y the Walt Disney Company, USA.

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