Kim Possible Porn Story: Come Dancing – Chapter 5

Kim Possible Porn Story: Come Dancing – Chapter 5

Come Dancing

Chapter 5

Kim Possible looked outward with more than a trivial amount of
aggravation as events proceeded down a tract that she had not
predicted. To show her annoyance her lips pressed tightly together
and she glared out the tops of her eyes. At the large cafeteria
table she presently sat at her tiny mangled fingernails drummed in
quick succession, her mission gloves had been rammed into a back
pocket. It wasnt that she didnt think this was the right thing
to do; it was just taking more than its fair share of time.

As mentioned Kim was seated her one leg crossed over the other in a
cafeteria but there was several differences between this one and the
one back at school. Although both had a similar set up, a large
area reserved for seating, circular tables that could hold eight to
ten people comfortably on plastic chairs. Persons so desiring to
purchase food would line up and select from an assortment of vitals
upon the opposite side of a glass panel. A worker would place the
contents upon a plate and hand said items to the individual. At the
very end of the process a cashier would ring in the purchase and the
transaction would be completed. Even the colours of the massive
rooms were of a similar shade.

Thats where the similarities ended. This canteen was almost
spotlessly clean and showed signs of life. Hanging ferns dangled
their tendrils down, by the large bay windows that showed the
spectacular cavern features, other potted bits of greenery grew
skyward. No dead leaves decked the branches nor the floor
surrounding. Pleasant pictures done by local artists hung about
what would otherwise be bare sections of wall; but the most promising
bit was the fact that all the food looked more than just edible. In
fact it looked down right appetising, nothing remotely resembling
mystery meat. No pane of plastic was needed to protect those on the
opposite side. Its wondrous aroma wafted about the refectory making
her more than a little hungry.

In other respects there was another similarity, both places doubled
as an infirmary in case of mass injury, although her own eatery was
after people had partaken of the food. This facility had almost all
the personnel decked out with bandages, slings draped about their
necks and more than one had crutches supporting them. A never
ending supply of ice had been pressed into service for damaged joints
or pulled muscles.

She sighed there were so many other things she could be doing at
home, school work being just one of them. Preparing for tomorrows
disastrous dance class was another worry sum prospect; she was so not
going to fall into the same trap again. Kim just hoped that she
would be dancing with her lover tomorrow and not the very destructive
pretty boy, she would not be assigned to that one again.

Kim looked up as the sound of duct take being extended from the roll
tore at her ears. A slight growl formed at the base of her throat
and was barely audible over the background noise. Across from her
was Ron standing over his patient.

The man with the white mask was lying prone atop one of the many
tables. At this point he had two field hockey sticks on either side
of his one leg and Ron was wrapping the tape in circular motions
binding everything in place. The villians planed escape had not
gone as planed. He had indeed hurled himself out the window down a
waiting escape hatch. Unfortunately hed missed and broken his leg
in the process and thus had to be salvaged by herself and Ron.

Now that should hold until you can get to a real doctor. Ron
chastised the poor man his finger waggling in a disapproving way.
Then turning to his beloved KP Who would of thought Barkkens
military medicine class would have a use?

This is really kind of irregular but I suppose, on behalf of all
of us, that I should thank you for all youve done. He seemed to
have a problem looking his benefactors in the eye.

Now no evil until that heals completely! Ron stated still
playing the doctor.

Can we just

No nothing until youre completely better.

Grumbling Fine!

One more thing Ron continued The maskI mean look at it.

Whats wrong with my mask? the villain stated most indignant.

You call your.

Ron!

the Red Mask

RON!

Yes KP? her boyfriends shoulders sagged ever so slightly as he
responded to her call.

Didnt we have this discussion about helping the villains?

Yes we did. His voice was more than a little morose as he
scuffed the ground with his toe. I mean look his mask is white.
His voice rose several octaves as his annoyance grew He looks like
the Phantom of the Opera!

OOww! Hey thats not very nice!

Hey whats wrong with the Phantom of the Opera, I enjoyed it!
cried out Kim in a huff.

Ron rolled his eyes skyward Oh please talk about pompous and
overblown.

I mean all those candlesplease. The villain waved his hands
palms open in mock appreciation

Her cohort and the outlaw were ganging up on her, Kim growled again
and backed off she didnt think she could win this operatic battle.

So you think I should do something about the mask? the
conversation continued.

Most definitely. I mean you do call yourselves the Red Masks.

The original thought was the higher you get the less colour. But
if you think I look like some cheesy opera star well Kim
grimaced and let out another rumble.

Something ferocious would look really awesome.

You think so. Well maybe I could come up with something. The
scoundrel leaned back scratching his chin deep in thought. May be
something with flames? Hey we could have a design your own mask
night. Others in the vicinity nodded in agreement.

Ron casually looked about the room You know you have a very nice
place here? he said admiringly.

Perking up the felon added with much pride Why thank you we won
the international Layer and Grounds award two years in a row.

They have that? Ron enquiry, it was rather annoying the hero
community didnt have anywhere near the social get togethers the
villain population did.

Oh yes most definitely. You see we have to work here andwell
you might as well enjoy coming to work. Its much more productive.
I mean would you want to go to work in a place that served food that
was unpalatable and you couldnt figure out what it was let along
where it came from. Be stuck in the same room with people who are
snarky and down right mean or hard to get along with. Always scared
to make a wrong move; dancing about lest somebody tread all over your
toes. Its better all around to have a safe, happy work
enviroment. All those around nodded in agreement.

At this point Kim had had enough. Grasping Ron by the scruff of his
neck she began to haul him away from this little social get together.
Sorry to break this up but we really must be going. Things to do
and all that. You know how it is. Her voice dripped of sarcasm.

As they passed out the main doors to the cafeteria Ron waved goodbye
to all those left behind and they intern gestured an equally pleasant
leave-taking. Bye look forward to seeing you again soon.

Xxxxx

NNNNOOOO!!!! squealed Kim Possible her tone full of fear and
apprehension. You cant make me do this!

Sure we can! shot back one of the other girls in her class.

Things didnt look especially pleasant for the youthful hero. The
remainder of the female population sharing their time in this period
of dance were more than forcibly pushing her towards the collectives
worst nightmare. Spending the hour that this class ran locked in the
arms of that abysmal foot destroying dancer was far more than they
wished to accomplish. Hence there were numerous arms and at least
one foot roughly encouraging her towards pretty boy.

Kim with her feet unmoving slide forcibly towards her doom, no matter
how much force she used her demise seemed to relentlessly close in.
It was like those old time movies in which the heroine is tied to a
log and is headed towards the buzz saw, not knowing when or if the
hero would arrive to save her. In Kims case she had foolishly
told her hero to get more math homework and he wouldnt arrive
until after the bell rung and then it would be too late, her
misfortune already arrived.

I promised Ron Id dance with him. Her voice was almost
pleading; eager for the other girls to let her be and not force her
into doing a most unthinkable act.

Are you insane?

Not a chance. You think were going to let you hog the only guy
in the class with the remotest talent for being able to dance.

But hes my boyfriend. Im supposed to dance with my
boyfriend!

The other girls voices were coarse and full of anger; they no more
wished to dance with the destroyer than she did. Youre the
teen hero so suck it up.

Ya heroes are meant to be sacrificed

Are were willing to sacrifice you.

The needs of the many out way the needs of the few and all that
crap.

And we need you to dance with him.

Hi Kim you want to dance?

NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Yes she would.

Shed definitely love to dance.

Like nothing better.

With one final shove Kim was bodily thrown into the arms of the man
who would ultimately destroy her. Never had the teen hero been more
afraid. Yesterday she had hobbled home with her feet swollen and in
pain; today Ron would have to carry her. Her cheer carrier over, no
more heroing on the side, it the end of a dynasty all gone in just
over an hour, but then they would probably force her into it again
tomorrow.

She could feel his one cold, clammy hand crumpling hers, the other
forcibly attached to her waist. Body arched Kim tried to place as
much space between herself and demolisher as possible. Her back
hooked painfully and her legs spread as wide as they could, trying to
prolong the time until she would feel the first painful crunch of
his booted feet against her tiny running shoes.

Oh come on Kim Im not that bad. He joked in a light hearted
manner.

Yes you are. She sobbed Youre gonna step all over my feet
again and Rons gonna have to carry me home.

A light chuckle came from her tormentor as he shook his head not
truly believing her was that bad.

Alright class lets begin. The poor girl could hear the crackle
of static as the stereo began looking for the right track. Heart
pounded, ruthlessly trying to break its way out her chest Kim
squeezed her eyes tight shut. Chin locked forcibly down on her
collarbone, teeth grinding together so hard she could hear the tough
enamel begin to shatter. All that was left was to feel the first
impact against her poor toes. Under her breath she pleaded that
Shego would show up and cause trouble allowing her to escape this
torment, shed even take Frugal Lucker if it would get her out of
this mess.

A pleasant melodious call reverberated through the halls as the
orchestra began a beautiful waltz but for Kim it felt more like a
death march. Normally she would have enjoyed the music but today she
was closer to tears than she could ever remember. They skipped
slightly and she felt just for an instant his hands remove themselves
from hers but before it could register they were back. One strong
warm hand gracefully enclosed itself around hers, the other. The
other was just a little too low.

Kims blood began to burn as his hand cupped her body. An inhuman
snarl formed deep within and her face contorted with rage. Nobody
touched her like that. Fist balled tightly, she would get in trouble
for pounding him into the dirt but she would not suffer any more from
this indignity.

Red beginning to form as Kims eyes sprung open; her fists ready to
dole out justice. Head still down she noted a tiny pink thing with
his head bobbing around looking mostly at the pretty girls, taking in
all the sights and sounds. Closing her eyes firm she shook her head
to clear the illusion, upon reopening them the little pink rodent was
still there and this time he wave at her. Why would this guy have a
naked mole rat?

He wouldnt, only one person had a creature such as that in his
pocket. Lifting her head ever so slightly, there he was… her hero.
An almost mystical blue glow surrounded her knight as he stood
before her smiling. Launching herself at him she wrapped her arms
about him, squeezing his chest so tight his ribs might break.

Are you alright KP? he asked trying to get a breath.

Im so happy. She squeaked. Her eyes were ready to burst
with tears she was in such a blissful state. Her mother was right,
her mother was always right. It was the little things your lover did
for you that brought the most joy. Ok maybe enabling her to walk
home wasnt so little but that didnt matter Kim was ecstatic all
the same.

Ron the waltz is not a poaching dance, but that was well done,
Kimberly Ann could you please get back into proper position. The
teacher called out trying to restore order.

Kim wiped her eyes and put her hand back into proper position for the
waltz; her hero placed his hands back where they had been a moment
ago. The one hand was still a little low, but right now while she
was flying in the clouds, he could put his hands were ever he wanted.

As the pair glided about the hall swinging gracefully to the
harmonious beat the teachers voice called out Monique youre
late youre dancing with.

NNNNNNNOOOOOO!!!!!

end

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