Kim Possible Porn Story: Canadian Wedding – Chapter 6

Kim Possible Porn Story: Canadian Wedding – Chapter 6

A/N: I present, Chapter 6. Sorta actiony, not to much introspection, but it’ll work, for now. I am going somewhere with this, though, so have no fear, and keep on reading, and reviewing, can’t get enough of those. On a side note, I’ve been involved in the fic ‘Run Away to Everlot’, by Keahi Higure, since it’s begining, so it’d mean quite a bit to me if you guys read and reviewed that as well. Thanks ~VLU

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Standard Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Kim Possible, the character, or any characters from the series. All is copyrighted by Disney, I’m writing this without express permission, but am not making a profit at all.

“Look, girl. Im nothin but grateful to ya for helpin out here an all. But if yer just gonna cause trouble, maybe its best you leave, Price said, standing amidst the relief workers in the command center. They bustled about, mostly ignoring him and focusing on their tasks, though few did glance towards the large blackboard that held the map tacked to it.

I know, A voice called from behind the map, smooth and feminine, though with a distinctly dangerous tone. I didnt mean to bring this on your head, Shego said, stepping out from behind the map. Thanks for She tapered off, motioning back to the blackboard shed been hiding behind when Kim had entered.

Well, you scratch my ass, Price explained, making some sort of obscene gesture with his marker.

Ill pass, Shego said, declining with a chuckle, And none of that forest you call a back either. Ive seen that shower you guys got outside, its like a-

Couple a bears with a lawn hose? Price finished. What can we say? Real men don wax.

Perfect example of why I play for the other team, Shego retorted. I really have to go before Kim gets back, She finished, excusing herself to brush out of the tent.

A quick glance around showed the familiar mop of red hair starting off into the morning mist, heading on a path that lead down the hill, parallel the gravel road used by the heavy supply trucks. It was also opposite the direction of Shegos ride. For a brief moment, she actually considered just following her.

That brief moment didnt last long though. As she watched her walk away, she considered the countless other spies and agents whod followed Kim before, and the ones whod followed her. It was a rookie mistake to stick your head out when you could watch from a more comfortable vantage point.

Sneaking around behind her like a crook. Youre a coward, Shego, she chided herself.

Its not my fault youre afraid of commitment, She grumbled beneath her breath.

Satisfied that the girl wasnt going to be turning back, and no one had seen her talk to herself, she turned and crossed to the other side of the shoddy gravel encampment. Her thoughts were steadily growing more clouded, and she could feel a headache growing.

Why did you marry her then?

It was a drunken bet, She mumbled, passing around the tent to the lot that held her Jag.

So we can assume it meant nothing, then? Of course, keeping the ring meant nothing either

Still grumbling under her breath, she popped open the drivers seat and slid in. I know my past, I know what this means to me. You have to be human to get married. She spat mockingly.

Of course, thats all it means. Her conscience had never sounded so sarcastic in her life.

She sat in the car for several minutes, hands gripping the wheels, yet making no attempt to actually start it. A confusing rush and jumble of emotions had taken over her mind, trying desperately to sort out where her fractured past ended, and her sorrowful dreams for a new life began.

With no answers, she resigned herself to beating her head against the steering wheel for several minutes.

It was almost four hours later before Shego found Kim again. She had stopped back by her villa for a quick shower and nap, then took her bike out to rest on one of the overlooking hills with a set of powerful binoculars, courtesy Doctor Drakken, and watched over the city like a hunting hawk for the next hour.

Kim had spent much of her time down near the riverbed that ran through the bottom of the valley, resigned to helping survey teams section off dangerous buildings and loose ground with varied colors of tape. Eventually she set her borrowed gear down and climbed back up the slope, taking the safer pathways up into the main section of town, where Shego finally caught sight of her.

While the Red Cross camp was just beneath Shego on her left, tucked away in lot that once held farming vehicles for the vineyards out of town, Kim was several miles down on her right, climbing the precarious sheets of metal that had been left from several warehouses in the district. She wasnt alone in the district either, Shego could count at least half a dozen men sitting about on a winding road leading up the hill beside her, and another half a dozen still surveying the riverbed behind her. There were even several men wandering around just a flew blocks down from her, and more off at the start of the hill, where the raised ground met the riverbed.

Something irked Shego about the setting, while Kim remained blissfully unaware from her perch on top of the ruined structure. From what Shego could see, Kim was just unpacking a small lunch, and sitting on what had once been the roof of the building, diving into her sandwich and water bottle like she was starving. Shego, content that Kim wasnt going anywhere, started scanning the surrounding blocks for just what had sparked her paranoia.

It took several minutes for her to sift through the scenery and find it. The sun was shining high in the sky, blanketing the ground in bright rays that shone from almost every angle; bright lights reflecting off broken glass and metal to distract her, and rocks and dust now brighter than the tanned skin of the workers around Kim. Shego finally noticed it though, on one of the men walking through the empty blocks just down from where Kim was, towards Shegos side of town. Strapped around his back, and held in a loose grip with one hand, was the unmistakable form of a brown assault rifle.

A Klashnikov? Shego questioned to herself, peering as close as she could at the weapon the man fielded. He was in plain clothes too, lacking the vest of the Red Cross, but no different than any of the other workers around Kim. That changed things.

She rolled the zoom for her binoculars, quickly throwing a single glance across the terrain. Shegos eyes moved from man to man as quick as they could, counting as she went.

Six above her, at least four wandering the blocks beneath her Looks like seven back at the riverbed, and five more down the river towards the hill, She noted, before shoving the binoculars back in her jacket and turning for her bike.

Knowing Kims luck, she had just minutes to cross the several miles of ruined roads and alleys between them, before someone with a gun noticed her there and got the wrong impression. Shego never noticed the man running up towards Kim though.

Kim, however, did, and set her sandwich down on the plastic bag beside her as he got closer. She had him sized up long before he got close to her; a tall, middle-aged, man, thin, with a beak-like nose and graying hair. From his face, she could see wrinkles that told of a history of laughing and smiling, but now he just seemed excited.

Meess! Meess! The man shouted at her, coming to a stop several feet from the caved wreckage of the warehouses entrance. Italian? He asked, panting.

No, sorry. Just English. Kim responded, getting to her feet. Is something wrong?

Si! Yes! There ees people, stuck een tiny hole, He explained in fractured English, holding his hands up in a circle to emphasize his point.

Kim perked up, jumping down from the slanted roof to stand beside him. Where? She asked, looking up with determination hardening her eyes. After hours of tape, the chance to save someone was a chance she wasnt willing to pass over.

Over there! He said, pointing off towards the riverbed, at the foot of the hill that lead the ruined city up to the skyline.

She nodded, quickly pulling her Kimmunicator from her belt. She held her thumb over the CALL symbol, a shortcut to reach directly to Wade, and was talking before the screen even lit up. Wade? I need you to get in touch with a Sergeant Price in the United Kingdoms Red Cross near here. Lead him to my coordinates.

Got it. The tanned hacker said, nodding as he started typing. What should I tell him?

There are people trapped under a- Kim paused, turning to the aging man beside her.

Was basement. He said, already itching to start jogging back, though his breath was still heavy with exertion.

Collapsed house, I guess. Its near the riverbed, North-East side of town. She explained, clipping the device back onto her belt.

Got it, K.P., Ill have him there in a few minutes.

Please and thank you, Wade. Ive got to jet, sorry.

She couldnt see the hacker nod as she ended the conversation. Instead, the worker had started jogging ahead of her, and she took off at his heels, heading down the cracked street towards the hill. He pointed off in the distance as he jogged, at a flag-pole that had tilted from the hill, over the river.

Ill go on ahead, catch up when you can. Kim told him, breaking out into a dash. Instead of taking the path the man had, around the next block and along the river-walk, Kim vaulted over the sheet-metal fence that lined the yard of an old meat factory, jumping onto the crisscrossed poles that had tipped over into the driveway.

At a heightened dash, she reached the end of the poles in mere seconds, ending with a acrobatic flip, and a quick roll, that took her onto the street on the other side of the fence. She could see what the man had been pointing at from here, a group of men standing at the northern end of the hill, where its entire face had given way, taking a good number of villas and terraces with it.

There were four men in all, each digging through the dirt around a cement structure with shovels and hands. Two of them were coordinating, lifting large slabs of cement and tossing them carelessly into the dry river, the other two dug around, trying to clear as much space as possible. She could hear the high-pitched voices of children even as she approached.

By the time she got there, she realized that the entire front of the house the hill had once held had fallen down. Parts of the basement had reached the bottom of the riverbed, and parts of the roof, and much of the floor, now slanted down over it.

She quickly rushed along the edge of the river-walk, jumping the railing at the end to scramble up the hill and to the four men. One of them noticed her before the rest, motioning her up quickly.

He pointed down at a corner of the cracked floor, poking out over the edge above the riverbed, where a heavy toolbox was supporting a massive slab of concrete, its entire left side crumpled like a piece of paper. The other men were all working around it, trying to remove as much debris as they could so they could slide it away.

Despite a lengthy explanation from the man, entirely in Italian, Kim already had the gist of it. Under the concrete supported by the box was a small hole, the corner of the wall and floor, with just enough space for Kim to squeeze through. She could hear voices from it, children from their pitches.

Yeah, I got it. She said, quieting down the man beside her as she rolled up her sleeves.

The man nodded and joined his friends, clearing the chunks of concrete from above her entrance. Kim was still trying to make herself as small as possible, already having dropped her belt and pack, and now tying her hair into a thin ponytail, which she tucked into her shirt.

None of them were expecting the ground to shudder beneath them. It was barely a trickle at first, but the undeveloped hill slid visibly, gravel sliding out of place and rest feet below.

Kim realized what it was just seconds before the rest of them did, and silently mouthed the word; Aftershock, With a look of fear on her face.

The second wave of the aftershock took her off her feet, leaving her scrambling up the hill on her knees to keep from the wave of dirt suddenly shaking out from beneath the floor of the basement. It wasnt the first aftershock of the day, but the others were just shudders, and here, the ground was caving out beneath her, resettling somewhere far below.

Kim jumped as the rest of the dirt slid loose, catching hold of the cracked edge of the floor with the tips of her fingers. Beneath her dust was already billowing up, and in front of her, half the basement now lay exposed, teetering precariously over the riverbed.

She could hear the concrete struggling under the weight of the rubble placed atop it. Above even that were the shrill screams of children.

The toolbox above the hole buckled just a fraction of an inch, and all four men jumped to grab the concrete it was supporting. Several of them shouted back at her, though she still had no understanding of Italian.

Okay, just hold it up! She shouted above the screaming children, scrambling up the hanging lip of concrete, and towards the open hole.

It was still just big enough to fit her, and she shoved herself unceremoniously in, hoping that the four of them had been smart enough to at least shine a light through and see how far it went. She was lucky enough for it to last a good half a dozen feet, going from sharp little gravel to another, diagonal, slab of concrete above, before it ended.

The end was a tighter fit, but with a bit of worming she made it through, and into an open space, where the identifiable remains of the first floor supported a pocket of air, covered in darkness. Nothing her high-powered Kimmunicator couldnt fix, she knew, pulling the device from her cargo pants.

The deafening sound of screaming children was coming from the opposite direction as the groaning concrete, and she realized the problem as soon as she saw it. A support beam from the first floor had fallen through, wedging into a door as it landed, a door rumbling with the pounding fists of children behind it.

Im going to get you out of there! She shouted over their screaming, moving to the support beam. Just calm down!

One voice, over the others, shouted something she actually understood above their pleading. Americana!

She gripped the piece of timber, yanking on it as hard as she could with no result, before backing off to go from a different angle. Her Kimmunicator, now clipped to her pants, only lit half the room, blanketing the room in an odd white glow as she worked, pulling as hard as she could, until, finally, the bottom of the beam budged.

It slipped out all at once, sending her onto her back with sheer force alone, with the beam clattering beside her. The door shuddered once before falling, giving her just seconds to slide out of the way as it went.

It must have been the combined power of the top of the door, and the wedge, she realized, since the hinges had already popped off some time ago. The walls split, halfway between the floor and ceiling, spitting dust as a crack surrounded the room all at once, even as the children piled over her.

Kim motioned over to the hole, her eyes focused on the roof above the children, instead of looking at them at all. Her mind had already kicked into overdrive, now well aware that the entire floor would topple and fall forward without the beam holing it.

She rocked backwards, then jumped to her feet in one fluid motion, picking up the beam beside her, and wedging it against the roof above her with a grunt. Before she could even jump back to follow the children, it was already sliding out of place.

Grabbing it again, Kim pushed as hard as she could, holding the wall up, even though it pushed against her at every moment. The entire room was much more crooked than it had been when she entered, and holding the beam gave her quite a bit of time to look around and think.

I wonder what theyre going to say at my funeral, she thought morbidly, Kim Possible, teen hero, dead two days after lesbian tryst and quickie-wedding to infamous villain, Shego? Its going to be the first thing they see when looking into my death.

She laughed when thinking of everyone being more weirded out by her wedding than her death, and Shego being the only one to cry at the news. My wife, huh? Like shell even care. Not after what I said

During her thoughts, she briefly noticed a open refrigerator at the far end of the next room, almost a dozen feet away from her. Definitely her best shot at surviving if she let go of the beam, since the sounds of children behind her had long since faded to nothing.

The floor behind her caved in, and everything short of the first floors floor went crashing down into the riverbed. Her eyes widened, even as light suddenly filtered through the haze of dust that had permeated the air since the aftershock.

I hope they made it out She thought, as the beam in her hands finally splintered, and the roof came crashing down.

Id hate to have not died alone. Her brain insisted, even as the green bolt of plasma caught her square between the shoulder blades, sending her flying through the air.

Kim Possible passed out hitting the back of an empty fridge.

Standing on an open terrace several hours later, a man, almost nondescript in every way, whimpered into a cell phone. Around him, drinking under the shade of a still-decent house, half a dozen of his cohorts threw looks about, chuckling under their breath.

I- I dont know! He shouted into the cell. I was patrollin wid it, just like you says, and dis chick comes and beans me in de back of de head.

The enraged shouting from the other side of the phone could be heard from everyone around. Several of them laughed, the others knew better. They knew that if one of them went down, and he would go down, the others would follow. Insolence, their boss called it.

Send a patrol wid it, thats what we did! He shouted desperately back at the man. The voice came back, more seething with anger than boiling over with it. Oh Send it with patrols?

What did you think it was, dip-shit!? Was heard loudly enough to be clear to everyone on the terrace.

We thought you was gon go pick it up. He insisted. He ran a hand through his tangled brown hair, stepping out from the shadows of the house to look over the city, spread out beneath the hills the terrace was situated on, still listening intently to his boss on the other end of the line.

Of course I know who hit me, He replied, It was de chick wid de black and green. She was chasin some redhead chick. He paused another moment, letting his boss reply. Yeah, her skin was kinda funky green.

Well, no- No, she didnt exactly steal it, ya see. Da cops was comin, and dose military Brit guys, so I had to stash it, see? I come back, and its gone! Dey took it, I know dey did.

Sitting in a plush chair, overlooking the skyline of a city, just entering morning, a man nodded, his sharp blue eyes narrowed in a glare. His thin, pale, lips were drawn into a purse, and for a second he didnt say anything, letting a deadly silence descend into his phone.

If they took it, Ill have to deal with them His idiot lackey mentioned something on the other line, and he let out a frustrated groan. Yes, I know who youre talking about! Look, you imbecile, just get your little idiot friends and you back on a plane to Pacific. We have work to do.

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