Kim Possible Porn Story: Way Too Old School Chapter 5

5. New Blood

In their castle beyond the night

Gather the gods in darkness,

To weave the lattice of mans fate

Or to choose a lineup for the new season

I mean 4 and 8?

We gotta do better than that!

(Fragment attributed to Opyros, with additional lines from some football nut)

Im lost in the trees.

Ron looked around at the other hopefuls. He was used to being smaller than almost anyone else on the field, but this was ridiculous. At Middleton, he was up against the biggest boys in Colorado. Now, he would face the pick of fifty states, plus the District of Columbia.

A coach came over and checked his clipboard. Ron Stoppable?

Here, sir!

Sorry we didnt have a set of running back gear in your size. The kicker pads will just have to do for now. If you make the team, well put in the special order. The man checked his pad. School record holder, highest receiving yardage for a running back in Colorado for the season, and Colorado record holder for most receiving touchdowns for a running back in a season. Not bad, Stoppable

Thank you, sir

I WASNT FINISHED! The ghost of Barkin Past was in his face. The only significance those stats have here is that they will be in the program IF you make the team! This is COLLEGE FOOTBALL, bigger, faster, and meaner than anything youve ever seen. Youll all have to adapt to the new challenges. Dont forget, your old coaches had to make do with what they had, we CHOOSE who we want!

Ron swallowed. The boys around him were rattled too. The corner of the coachs mouth curled up in satisfaction. Attention! Head Coach on deck!

He was not what Ron expected. The coach was short, slim, andJapanese? Do they play football between seasons of Ninja Warrior? He smiled at the players as he looked up from a clipboard.

Welcome to Miskatonics open tryout for the 2007 season. My name is Takeshi Tadeka, the new Head Coach for Miskatonic. I am pleased to see such a turn out, and of such caliber! You are young men of exceptional ability, intelligence, and character. One cannot make a great sword without the proper steel. I believe that we have the necessary material for a most excellent season.

As Coach Grizzard has told you, this is another level of competition. You will need more than mere physical skills. No doubt you have all viewed tapes and studied the moves and careers of great players. You must add another level of education to prevail at this level.

An Athletic Assistant handed out small folders to the assembled players. They opened them with quizzical expressions.

The Book of Five Rings, by the master swordsman, Miamoto Mushashi. A classic on the art of war, which is a great deal like football.

Uh, sir, a player raised his hand, this is in Japanese.

Why yes, it is. Coach Takeshi nodded. First lesson; always be prepared for new, seemingly impossible challenges. You will find you must

Do the unexpected? Ron spoke out before thinking. For once, it seemed someone approved.

Excellent! You know Mushahi then, Stoppable?

Ron rubbed the back of his neck as the Coach smiled, and several team mates glared at him. Well, heh heh, Ive had to read it beforeat a week at exchange school.

And I am sure you learned much at your school that week, neh?

Oh, tons! I learnedWell, I learned a lot!

Takeshis smile was knowing. We shall see. He turned away and Coach Grizzard stepped up.

PREPARE FOR DRILLS!

A mountain shouldered past Ron. Better watch those light pads, Coachs Pet.

It was a long day. Running drills, dodging drills, footwork, blocking, and receiving. The fumble recovery drills were the worst. Ron found his new status as pet made him the object of repeated pile ups. But he never lost the ball.

Not bad, kiddies. Grizzard snarled at the end of the day. Some of you may make it yet. Stoppable, way to hold onto the ball. All of you, remember, if you dont have the ball at the end of the play, youve done nothing! Now hit the showers!

A lanky black man slapped Ron on the shoulder. Not bad for a small boy. Ron saw that the smile was genuine.

Thanks. Im Ron.

Im Steve. Im trying out for wide receiver.

You shouldnt have any trouble, I saw you on the forty. That was mad speed!

You dont stand still yourself. Steve grinned. They really need to get you some real pads, though. You might break something in those.

Ill just have to rely on my mad running away skills. Ron took an instant liking to his companion.

A long, low whistle came from behind them. They looked to see the others had stopped in their tracks to watch some approaching figures.

We arent the only ones having try-outs right now. Steve breathed.

Three girls passed down the line of goggle-eyed players. A blond and brunette were slightly behind a willowy girl with long hair the color of sand. Her skin was perfectly tan. When she came up to Ron she stopped.

Hello. Her voice was exotic, lilting.

H-h-hi. Ron was flummoxed. Do I know you?

No, Ronald, but I know you. The way she accented the second syllable of his name made his heart stumble. Your girl friend, Kim, showed me your picture in Gainesville. We were at the National Championships. My squad won.

Youre from the Delacroix squad? I saw some of the tapesyou guys were awesome!

Why thank you. She smiled, the eyes did not sparkle so much as glitter like steel. I was Captain that year. I am Marie. Marie LaTreau. Were trying out for the squad.

Trying? The blond behind her laughed. Marie will be the first freshman starter on the squad in twenty years. Shes just supernatural!

Melanie, you flatter me. Maries flashed a smile, her teeth bright and sharp. Like you, Ronald, I have hopes and dreams for the coming year. I expect to see you on the field.

Same here. Ron licked his lips nervously.

Ah, where are my manners? You boys are so hot and dry from a long day, and we really must be going. She brushed close to Ron. We also need to showerlong and slow She laughed at the expression on the boys faces. Come Melanie, Teresa, lets leave them alone. Very nice to meet you, Ronald.

The pleasure was all ours. Ron shook his head as the three sashayed by.

Uh-huh, New Orleans Ladies! Steve exulted. And they KNEW you! Youre the man, Ron!

Yeah, hes popular with everyone. A player behind him muttered.

Popular? Since when did anyone use that word with me? I am what I is. Players around him smiled. Ron had broken the jock barrier once with performance and humor. He was willing to resort to the old tactics. Does anyone have a computer here?

Several players raised their hands. They were trying out for the Miskatonic team, after all.

Ill need to borrow one. Theres a file in mine that could help us with our reading tonight.

Miski

Hi, KP, hows it going at try-outs?

Great! Kim grimaced as she applied an ice pack to her ankle. She had had a bad fall coming off a pyramid. Ill be on the freshman squad. Well just be at the home games, but its a start. And hows my Miski man doing?

Super! First day down and still alive. Speaking of still alive, I saw one of your old competitors today.

Who? Bonnie isnt there, is she?

Noooo. I think shes at ESU. Im talking about the captain of the Delacroix squad, Marie LaTreau. She said to say hi to you.

Kim was glad she did not have to try to hide the frown. Something about that girl had rubbed her the wrong way. Now she was close to her Ron Man. For a mad moment she considered warning him about nail clippings and hair brushes.

Kim, uh, Kim are you there?

Oh, ah, yes, Ron! Sorry, just remembering Gainesville. That was so not the best of times.

Well, congrats on making the squad, KP.

Thanks. You take care, Ron. Good luck.

The Ron Man wont need luck. Ive got the skills and the knowledgeI know Musashi.

What does that mean?

No time to explain, KP. Its lights out time! Good night!

Good night, Ron.

Kim turned off her phone and sat back in her chair. She would go home tomorrow. And then three weeks before coming back for the next four years. There would be time to finish up at Club Banana, cruise around Middleton drinking in the sights, and help Rufus keep up with Hana until Ron returned next week. And itll be next week, hell make the team.

Nothing can stop him.

Someone shared Kims thoughts. A figure crouched in a tree looking through the dorm window at Ron as he slept. Her smile was predatory.

Ah, Ronald, you may not even need my help. You will make the team, it is destiny!

She leapt down from the tree. Not even Kim could have landed as gracefully, it was as if she barely touched the ground, coming down in slow motion. A wind blew Maries hair back as she walked to her dorm room.

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The line from Gods in Darkness comes from Darkness Weaves by the late great Karl Edward Wagner, book property of Warner Books