Kim Possible Porn Story: DNArk Angels – Chapter 5

DNArk Angels

Authors: NoDrog(s) and
LoveRobin

Kim Possible, Bonnie
Rockwaller, and other characters are property of Disney and used
without permission for non-profit, entertainment reasons only. Sonya
Hopper/S1Y-a and Xena Chinette/X3N-a are original characters and may
be used freely as long as you include a ref to this story in the
credits. Other material such as Tuckers Flour Power Day Care is
used for parody/homage only, without permission, and remains the
property of the original owners. Story features lesbian relationships
and may not be suitable for young readers. Please do not read if you
find that offensive or are under-age. PLEASE DONT SUE.

AN:
You will find this posted on both NoDrog‘s
and Love Robin‘s
pages. While there check out their other stories too!

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Chapter 5: Angels in Love

Be
careful what
you pretend to be
because youarewhat you
pretend to be,
Kim
reflected as she finished setting bowls of cereal down in front of
Xena and Sonya. That
and, We are what we imagine ourselves to be. Boy
did Kurt Vonnegut Jr ever get that
right!

Kim
went over to where Bonnie was sitting. The former redhead was
dressed in what used
to be the brunettes
red robe, while Bonnie was wearing what
used to be Kims
white one, an arrangement the brunette favored ever since the second
morning when they had inadvertently traded the garments. When Kim set
a bowl down in front of her, Bonnie reached out and pulled her
as she squawked
slightly but otherwise offered no resistance down into her lap.
She slid a hand up under the robe Kim was wearing, verifying the
former redhead was not wearing any panties. She smiled, Thats
mgirl .

Bunny,
said Kim, squirming.

Aww,
youre not still
upset about that school girl outfit, are you? asked Bonnie with a
face of innocence. You looked really cute in it.

No,
said Kim. Just not in front of the girls. Since breaking
the intimacy-ice
last Thursday and skipping school the next day, over the weekend the
two of them had drawn even closer. Suddenly they were
the loving lesbian couple their cover portrayed them to be. Nightly
and almost any other free time they could steal for themselves
it seemed they tried to make up for lost time. A virgin in the sense
no one else had ever touched her so, Kims drive approached
Bonnies own and their competitive natures translated into the
bedroom very nicely. Evenly matched, Bonnie proved insatiable while
Kim was inexhaustible.

By
the time the mindlessness of the heat of their passions
subsided and their thinking selves could once again exert firm
control, the die was truly cast. Despite where Kims face found
itself so much of the time or perhaps because of it she knew
she could never trivialize what they had as just
sex.

Also Bonnies underlying
attitude had changed. While still an incredible tease at Kims
expense, it was nonetheless of a softer, kinder variety. Certainly
she never before lavished so much loving attention on her .

They
cant see what were doing under the the table, murmured
Bonnie, nuzzling at Kims neck, her hand sliding to caress Kims
inner thigh. Kim was very aware of how close Bonnies fingers were
to her sex as well as her own response to it. The brunette seemed to
get extra thrills out of not only tweaking with her sense of
propriety, but also from the idea of getting caught as well. Kim
found herself both terrified of public exposure and wishing for it as
well. She also
found herself wondering
if, with the way the younger pair were constantly
giving each other reassuring touches
and hugs, would they
even mind. Or see it as nothing unusual? After all they knew the
cover story as well .

Xena was obviously not
paying attention, shoveling cereal into her mouth at a speed that
made her look more like she was inhaling more than eating. Sonya, the
one who tended to notice more detail, was watching Kim and Bonnie.
Mom? Mum? she asked as if catching wind of a secret that needed
outing.

Were
fine, Kim flushed, firmly pushing Bonnies hand away and
standing up, letting the robe fall down. Ill just go get my own
cereal.

Spoil
sport, murmured Bonnie, then she turned to look at Xena and Sonya.
So, are you two excited about
this week?

Oh,
yes! said Sonya. The stars of Ghost
Hunters, Danny
and Sam Fenton, were in town. The show was being produced by Dannys
sister, Jazz, and somehow Mr. Foley had arranged for the class to go
watch an episode being filmed. Normally, the two girls would have
stayed home, since Bonnie had no classes scheduled on Thursdays, but
the two new mothers
had decided there was no harm to let the girls attend.

* * *

After breakfast, getting
dressed, and dropping the girls off at the Flour Power Nursery, Kim
and Bonnie arrived at the BhUST campus, the two seperating to attend
their separate classes after a barely chaste kiss. Unknown to Bonny,
Kim made a slight detour just before her last class.

Hey,
Clover, said Kim, waving.

Hi,
Kitty, said Clover, standing up. Any chance youll wear that
school girl uniform again?

Well
see, Kim said noncommittally. As much a joke it had been, the
made-up school uniform seemed to have developed a wide-spread
fan-base. Both guys and gals had been pestering her to wear it again
and more often. Do you have it?

Yup,
said Clover, taking a brown paper bag and handing it to Kim. Alex
made it, shes the gadget lover of the trio. The controls on the
remote are pretty obvious, and the unit and remote are actually on
the cell phone network, so the range is pretty much anywhere theres
cell phone coverage.

Great,
and she wont be able to remove it until the unit runs out of power
or I hit the release button? asked Kim.

Yeah.
Alex is also into, said Clover, but was interrupted when Kim
held up a hand.

Too
much information right now, said Kim. But thanks. Ill let
you know how it goes, ok?

Ok,
said Clover, nodding. But next time, can I come watch? Please?!?

Well
see, repeated Kim, not planning for there to be a next time.
However, she wanted to stay on the blondes good side. By
jogging swiftly she barely made it to her first class across the
campus by the time the bell rang. The rest of the day was routine
and uneventful.

The
next morning Kim pulled out the control unit before going into her
first class. Bonnie tended to sleep in late on lazy days, but
Kim felt it was about time for her to get up. While she could not use
the cell phone in class, the vibrator had a number of programmable
options and she had spent part of last evening memorizing the list
and what each one did. Smirking she, typed a code in and hit the
activate button.

Bonnie was in the middle of a very erotic
dream. Kim was there as a cat-girl, with bright orange pointed cat
ears poking out of her black hair. Both of
them
were naked,
Bonnie
sitting in a chair, her legs spreading invitingly; Kim on all fours,
wearing
a butt-plug with
a bright orange cat tail sticking out of it. Kim ran her tongue over
Bonnies sex, purring Bonnie could hear the purring and feel the
girls tongue vibrating as it licked; first gently, then harder
and with more energy
each swipe,
until

Bonnie opened her eyes, panting. She heard a buzzing
and felt vibrations against her sex, and thought at first she was
still dreaming. Looking down, however, Kitty-Kimmie
was nowhere in sight. Instead
she saw a strange device resting
on her clit. Obviously the dream had been inspired by the real Kim
slipping it in place.
Grabbing
a mirror and looking at it,
Bonnie quickly realized it was the source of both the sounds and
vibrations. The vibrations were getting more intense and she squeezed
her legs together,
going with the flow and expecting
an orgasm. However, just as she expected to peek, the toy stopped
vibrating.

Should have used Energizer, Kitty, Bonnie
said with a disappointed sigh,
reaching down
to remove the thing
and planning
to finish with her fingers. Much to her surprise, she discovered the
device appeared to be locked on and despite her best efforts,
could not remove
it. Exploring gently she discovered the device was a clip-like thing
with half of it inside resting against her G-spot. The brunette knew
she slept soundly but never
realized she
was
capable of sleeping through the application of such a foreign thing.

Finally
Bonnie
gave up, deciding to wait till Kim got home to discuss it. She
was rather impressed. Normally the old Kim was much more subtle in
getting back at her for all her teasing and jibes. Sure some strong
verbal banter, a few harmless hip-bumps during practice when safe to
do so; and while capable of mild pranks such as during Spirit Week at
Camp Gottagrin, this was something completely new. This spoke of
their new relationship and how close they now were. It said Kim was
much more comfortable with her and cutting loose some of her
self-restraints.

Bonnie
grinned. This Kim she could respect. This Kim she liked.

She
rose and
got dressed, choosing a skirt rather then her normal jeans. She was
walking down to the kitchen when the device suddenly began
to buzz
again starting so lightly Bonnie hardly
took conscious notice at first,
thinking it just the strangeness of how it rode against
her
intimate parts. However it quickly built to a level which
caused Bonnie to sit on the
steps, not even able to make it to one of the window alcove seats.
Still feeling the frustration of the previously interrupted
sensations, Bonnie was ready to give herself into it. Her hands
reached under her blouse, rubbing erect
nipples as the toy buzzed and danced.

Once
again it seemed the brunette was just about to enjoy an explosive
orgasm when the device once again fell silent. She growled, trying
to decide which was worse; her hunger for an orgasm or for breakfast.
Finally, reluctantly deciding breakfast was more important, Bonnie
finished her descent and sat down to enjoy some yogurt and
grapefruit.

She was just getting ready to take the last
spoonful
of yogurt
when the vibrating started again. Growling, Bonnie set the spoon down
and tried
resolutely to ignore the sensations. She was NOT getting aroused,
she was not going to let Kim win by letting this little toy get her
on edge again only to leave her hanging. She was Bonnie gave at a
little whimper of disappointment, despite her resolve, as the toy
stopped.

This set the tone for
the entire morning Bonnie would work on cleaning up, beginning
with the dishes, only to have to stop occasionally and grip
something for support, waiting
as the toy buzzed away. She firmly told herself she was not going
to let the toy win by masturbating herself to orgasm; she had her day
planned out and she was going to follow that plans. By the time
eleven
oclock
rolled around,
Bonnie had managed to get the kitchen spotless and had only chipped
one plate. On the other hand, her face was flushed and she was out of
breath, as if running a marathon.

At school, Kim found an
empty class room and sat down inside. She sent a new command to the
toy, then used her cellphone to call the lighthouses phone number.

Bonnie hastily sat down as the vibrator turned on. This time
it was not starting slow; it came on at what Bonnie assumed was its
full power. She hoped this time she would be able to climax. When the
phone rang she just glanced at the caller ID, planning not to answer.
Seeing it
was Kim, she picked up the phone.

Hi, Bunny. Enjoying the
carrot I left you? Kim asked, her voice teasing.

Ki
Kitty! Youve got some splaining to do! Bonnie said,
gripping the phone tight.

Are you saying youre not
having a good time, Bunny?

Yes No, Bonnie
panted, trying to think despite the sensations coming from her groin.
Her free hand reached up she had decided to go bra-less earlier,
and slipped easily under her blouse, fingering and stroking a nipple.

Does my Bunny want to cum? asked Kim.

YES!
the brunette groaned.

Put the phone on speaker mode, Kim
commanded. Now put the phone down. Where are you?

In
the kitchen, Bonnie replied after doing as instructed.

Take
off your clothes, Kim ordered. I want you to imagine I’m
there.

The state of aroused
lust Bonnie was feeling made her unusually compliant. She stripped
naked, then sat back down in her chair. Done.

Take
your hands and begin rubbing them over your nipples. I want you to
picture me being there, watching you, Kim cooed. She was aroused
as well, a fact evident in her voice. Kim pressed a button on the
remote. Now pinch them. Hard.

Bonnie did as told,
gasping as the vibrator suddenly went up a notch. Apparently, like in
the earlier teases, it had still been holding back. The vibrator was
doing something Bonnie had not felt in a toy before; somehow the
sensations of the vibrations was moving back and forth, as if someone
was stroking the toy inside of her.

Now imagine me licking
your neck, nuzzling that sweet spot you like so much, said Kim.
My arms are wrapped around you Picture its me there pinching
your nipples, tugging on them gently Now Im sliding my hand
down your gorgeous firm belly, my fingertip gliding over your little
outtie belly button now my hand is between your legs and Ive
got a vibrator Im pressing in and out of you Im watching you
squirm, giving all those little sexy moans and sighs you do the
way you bite your lower lip when youre just on edge .

Bonnie moaned. She was in fact biting her lower lip, body
arched and trembling.

Kim jabbed a button on the remote.
Cum, now!
she ordered sharply.

The vibrator suddenly started vibrating
along its entire length instead of the in and out motion Bonnie
had felt before. With a shriek, Bonnie had the orgasm she had craved
all morning.

Good girl. said Kim. Ill see you
when I get home have fun!

Kim hung up and typed in the
commands to reactivate the random teasing program.

Bonnie
panted on the chair. As soon as she could speak, she glared at the
now silent phone on the table. Bitch!
she snapped, then frantically dialed Kims cell phone number.

Hello, youve reached the voice mailbox of 555-4321. You
can leave a message at the tone or press 1 to send a numeric page.

Bonnie growled and hit disconnect. Kim had apparently shut
her phone off, and or set it to automatically forward her calls to
the mailbox. Oh, you are so
going to pay for this, Bonnie announced, then bent to pick up her
discarded clothing with a smile. I didnt think you had it in
you .

Later that afternoon while riding
home with the girls, Kim kept glancing at Bonnie, fretting
when her partner was going to make good on her promise of
retaliation.

So,
tomorrow is the big day? Bonnie asked, startling Kim out of her
thoughts.

Yup!
said Xena. We
get to see a real live TV show being made.

Wit
lots of people and stuff! chimed in Sonya. Until their liberation,
neither girl had ever seen TV shows or movies, or rather, anything
fictional and not used as training aids, so they were doubly excited
about it.

When
they got home, the two girls rushed upstairs to the entertainment
room, trying to see if there was anything about the Ghost Hunters
show coming on. While Bonnie followed the girls, Kim went to the
kitchen to fix sandwiches. Bonnie was still
firm that Kim was not allowed to cook, but cold cuts on bread was
considered safe. So far.

Kitty?
Bonnies voice floated over the intercom. Their old names were
rarely even thought about anymore, much less spoken. You might
want to come up here and
watch this.

Ill
be up in a few minutes! Kim called, cutting the crusts off of one
of the sandwiches, just the way Bonnie liked it. It was a testament
to the new level of their relationship that she did so happily,
without even a hint of grumbling about the others
fussy nature. What is it?

She
could do anything, Bonnies voice continued, reading the
title from the TV screen. The Kim Possible Story.

What?
gasped Kim, dashing from the kitchen and up to the third floor.

The
title and opening credits were still visible on the screen, just
fading to a picture from Kims funeral. Soft, somber music
was playing. A narrator began to speak. Kim
Possible some called her hero. Some called her friend. She called
herself an ordinary girl, here to save the world. But really,
who was Kim Possible?

The
voice-over continued as newsclips of Kims various adventures and
other public sources faded from one to the next until it paused and
closed in on a page from a Middleton Middle School yearbook. Ever
since establishing a website at the age of twelve with the claim that
she can do anything, over the years Kim has indeed lived up to
that catchphrase. This intrepid teenager said no job was too large
or too small. She turned down nothing and turned away no one who
asked for her help.

Paradoxically,
initially set up to earn extra money, with her first true mission,
Kim turned down a handsome reward after saving Eccentric Billionaire
Renfrew Scott Paisley from an undisclosed malfunctioning security
feature he had just installed. Here is where fate stepped in to
ensure that this young cheerleader have greatness thrust
upon her by means of a simple typo. A frantic call for help to the
professional team of troubleshooters at Impossible-dot-com instead
found its way to KIMpossible-dot-com.

Following
the break and for the next sixty minutes we shall examine the life of
this remarkable young woman.

As
the commercials began, Kim slowly sank to the couch with wide eyes.
Bonnie got up and went to fetch the tray of sandwiches Kim had
forgotten from the kitchen. The show had not resumed by the time she
had returned. Sitting
on the floor in front of the couch, Xena and Sonya had turned to look
with eyes bright with pride at Kim.

What?
she asked.

You
must be the best of the First Ones, Mommy! Sonya beamed while Xena
nodded.

Putting the tray of food
down on the coffee table Bonnie crossed her arms and huffed, Shes
not the only First One left you know.

Of
course not mummy! But moms a me me-lee, Sonya struggled
with the word.

Do
you mean mle?
Kim supplied, her French class lessons coming to the fore.

Yeah!
the blonde nodded vigorously, Mommys a may-lay model!

So
whatm I? Yesterdays shoes?

Xena piped up, Of
course not mummy! You and I are new-els .

Were
what?

Newels,
you know, the black-haired girl struggled with the concept,
spec-sea-shell very-bell values.

Kim grinned while Bonnies
brow furrowed. Do you mean special variable values?
Nulls? the brunette asked.

Yeah!
both girls nodded. We have parts of all kinds of skills.

Kim
started to say, How do you kn, when the commercials ended
and the retrospect resumed, well pick this up later .

Due
to word of mouth from the very grateful Renfrew Scott Paisley, Kim
Possibles services came to the attention of a very affluent circle
of well-to-do, and with the rescue of the Abu Dhabi Ambassador,
international clientle . A
lot of pictures, some from her family, some from other sources
including still-frames of amateur or security footage liberally mixed
with publicity shots of a growing number of famous people accompanied
the narration. As it continued the former hero sat transfixed.
Although she had lived it all, suddenly she was seeing it as if for
the first time.

As if she were truly a
stranger looking in on another persons life. A strange sensation
ran down her spine.

Always mindful of her
former rival, Bonnie immediately noticed Kims discomfort. Only
where before she would have moved in like a shark smelling blood,
this time she slid closer and eased her arm about the other in
support. Kitty? Kit? she muttered in concern as Kim hugged
herself tightly. Bonnie eased the girl into her lap. Kit-Kat!
Youre shivering!

IIIm
dead!
Tears welled in the green eyes. Her entire body shivered.

Bonnie
pulled her closer, hugging just as tightly, Shes
in shock!
No! No no, KitKim.
Kim. Kimmie, of course youre not dead girls, turn it off.

Xena remoted the
television off and joined Sonya to kneel at the edge of the sofa with
concern on their faces.

my
life is gone over I cant ever go back, tears were flowing
now, and the brunette could feel the shivers begin to give way to
deeper wracking sobs. She held her lover consolingly, tapping and
rubbing her back amid soft shushing sounds. wwhwhat have
I done??
I gave up being a hero!

That
caused Bonnie to sputter, W what the hell are you talking
about? She eased Kims chin about slightly, Look at them,
she indicated the four year olds, looking on with wide-eyed concern.
They had been raised to display no emotion, and while having taken to
the loving atmosphere the older pair established here, this was the
first time they were seeing sadness in person and not on a screen.
Just look at them, Kim! To them you are
a hero.

Sniffling, Kim looked at
the two girls through bleary and still tear streaming eyes. Blinking
to clear her vision she focused on the anxious faces of her
daughters. With open arms she indicated for them to come
closer and she drew them into a fierce hug, tears flowing afresh.

Bonnie held them all,
gently rocking her partner as best she could. We will get them
Kim, as soon as Wade finds us a lead. And Ill help you, she
kissed the top of the raven-haired head, that much you can count
on.

I promise.