Kim Possible Porn Story: A Second Chance Chapter 5

Kim Possible Porn Story: A Second Chance Chapter 5

Nothing really to say here this time. Just enjoy.

Thanks to Samurai Crunchbird, fuzzy pickles, PoisonousAngel, phantomofthecaribbean, and Sir Sebastian for their reviews. I appreciate them. And thanks to kwebs for taking a look at this before posting.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible the show or the character, or any other character or product or whatever on that show. If I did, then Kim wouldntve had it so easy.

V. Repaying the Nonexistent Past

What are you talking about? Its a rat! Rats dont look good pink. That thing looks like it should be put in a hot dog or something, Drew hissed as the 15 foot bare-bones robot rampaged around the lab in the background, knocking over piles of machinery.

First, Rufus is a naked mole rat. Not just rat. You have to have the naked part. Dos, he isnt pink; hes more of a light fleshy color. And C, a pink naked mole rat is SO much cooler than a pink poodle. What kind of guy owns a pink poodle, anyway? Ron countered.

One whos secure in his masculinity, thats the kind of guy! And poodles are vicious little monsters. My Aunt Drew-

Wait. Youre named after your aunt? Ron asked, his voice and body shaking with suppressed mirth. Across the room, the robot pulled out a plasma gun and began blasting in random directions. Blushing slightly, the now lavender-faced boy nodded to the blonde sidekick, who immediately began to giggle uncontrollably. He managed to gasp out, Seriously, did your family hate you or something?

Please, dont say seriously. Thats my younger cousins favorite word. Gah, I hope hes outgrown it. It was his first word when he was born. Itll probably be the word he utters on his death bed. Why cant he use one of the more recent words like radical or bodacious? Drew groused, looking up at the mostly-destroyed, slightly burning ceiling like he was praying to some higher power for strength to deal with his cousins lack of hipness, not realizing he was the one that was out of the loop.

Uhdude? Your vocabularys a bit ancient. Radical and bodacious went the way of the dinosaurs, Ron said.

Fossilization? Or did they find a way to bring them back that Im not aware of? Drew queried.

No, thats not what I meant. I mean theyre old. Worn out. Boring.

What?! But…but theyre the only ones I know. Now how am I going to try to be the baddest cat in the school? the blue boy asked the air.

No offense, but Im pretty sure that you werent even a kitten back in the day, Ron responded. Not to worry. The Ron-man is here to help! Ron poked himself in the chest with his thumb, his face having been covered by a large smile.

Drew gave him a blank stare.

What? I know a few words, Ron pouted slightly.

Drew continued to stare, this time his eyebrow rising a little on one side.

Hey, Im all about- He was cut off by the box they were hiding behind being lifted up by the gray, murderous mech. huh. I forgot about that thing.

Same here, Drew said, his eyes wide and his voice having a low, disbelieving quality to it. They traded slow, panicked looks with each other before they started screaming; they both managed to jump up and run in opposite directions seconds before the spot they had been hiding in was burnt to cinders by a stream of plasma.

Kim walked through her front door a few minutes after leaving Ron to watch Drew at the lair. It was only for a few minutesit wasnt like anything THAT bad could happen in that timeright?

She had brought the Juvenator with her so that she could have it examined for potential side effects. Since it had only been intended to be used on Drew (instructions from Drakken, no less), she hadnt minded to potential for problems as muchbut now Ron had taken a turn with it as well and she needed to make sure nothing bad was going to happen. She was fairly certain that even as much of a screw-up as Drakken was, he wouldnt endanger himself with something that dramatic.

Kimmie? Is that you? Kim heard her moms voice from the kitchen.

Yeah. Hey, mom? Do you know where Dad is?

Hes in his study working on the taxes.

Huh? Dad? Working on themright now? The disbelief was coming in loud and clear; the dropped jaw could be seen in the tone from anyone that heard her.

I asked him to, her mom replied, walking into the main area, but her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, I think hes actually watching his Captain Constellation collection. He always puts them off to the last minute.

Good Kim thought, hes in nostalgia mode. Thatll make this a bit easier.

Kimmie, did you get into your old toys? I thought we had already donated that Kims mother pointed at the Juvenator.

This? No, this is some mad scientist youth ray thing, Kim responded. Ron and Drew zapped themselves with it and I have to make sure that there arent majorly weird side effects.

Okay. Butwhos Drew?

Drakken. Hit himself with a memory draining device. Thinks hes sixteen, Kim said in a dull, off-handed manner.

Drakkenthat wasthe guy from Mothers Day? Mrs. Dr. Possible asked.

Yup. Now I have to do something with him.

Why not send him back to his mother? She seemed friendly enough.

Wont work. He threatened to run if he went there, Kim responded.

Hes still a criminal. Maybe the police-

Mom, trust me. When you meet him, he gives off any vibe other than totally whacked out supervillain, Kim struck down her mothers idea. Besides, I doubt he so much as stole a chocolate bar at this age. Its my fault that hes like that. I should take care of it.

Okay, Kimmie, her mother relented. As Kim was headed down the hallway to the study, a noise from her mom made Kim look back at her again.

Yeah, mom?

I think I know what you plan on doing. And while I dont like emotional blackmail much-

This coming from the woman with the killer puppy dog pout? Kim protested.

And while I dont like emotionally blackmailing someone her mother repeated, I suggest you hit him with the pout last. His defenses will have started crumbling by then. The advice put a smile on Kims face.

Thanks, mom. Kim went over and gave her mom a quick hug before continuing on to her fathers study.

Back at the lab, the two boys were starting to panic. Well, even more.

How are we supposed to take care of THAT?! Drew howled as he ducked behind another pile of parts. This pile met the fate of all the previous piles and was reduced to bits of molten metal.

I dont know! Ron hollered back. He gasped and ran as the mech turned to go after him instead.

Well, what DO you know, lackwit? I thought you were the heroic sidekick or something lame like that?

Im the distraction! I dont do the kung-fu robot fighting, Ron complained.

Oh great! Drew yelled as he dove under a desk. A desk that became ash a few seconds later. A nerd and a fly trying to defeat a gigantic robot with plasma weapons. He cried out in surprise when the arm modified itself into a buzzsaw and cut off an inch of his hair.

And a saw! Wonderful! JUST what I wanted to do, Drew griped while running for the other side of the room. He eventually hid behind a large ray gun in the corner. Dodge a deadly robot while being stuck in a time warp of sorts with a complete and utter idiot. Gee, thanks Darken!

DrakkeAAHHH! Ron went flying into a shelf filled with failed laser weapons.

Drew stood up to scowl at Ron, and noticed a sign on the ray gun he had used for cover. Hey! Heres something. Shrink ray? Ha! Drew turned the large ray gun on and turned it toward the mech. Lets see if you can still pack a punch when you stand up to my ankle.

Ron stood up and shook himself off, regaining his sense just in time to see Drew aim the ray gun. A ray gun that he remembered from the year before

No! Ron was too late in his warning. The ray hit the robot, making it shudder a little. Instead of shrinking, however, the mech grew to the point of ducking being needed to avoid hitting the spires hanging from the ceiling. Not that it did.

The two of them stood in awe and disbelief at the now colossal robot. Then

I cant believe this! Even in the future nothing works!

Rockets are GO!

Three voices yelled the catchphrase, faint but clearly originating from the door in front of Kim.

Great. The tweebs. Even in her thoughts the disdain was thick. She gave the door a short, loud rap and rolled her eyes as the noises from those inside halted for a second before the voices began to make hurried, quiet-yet-audible little yells that were accompanied by things falling over, thumping on her dads desk and the floor. After a few seconds of noise, Kim heard her father give the okay to enter.

As she twisted the doorknob and tried to pull it open, she was surprised by twin blurs of green and red that came bursting out, pushing the door with enough force to knock Kim off of her feet. She jumped back up to see them stop at the end of the hallway, turning back to her and giving each other high-fives.

TWEEBS!

They both grinned at each other, the devilish, conniving grins that they had whenever they were about to make her life miserable, before turning their attention back to their sister.

We heard something interesting- Jim started.

-while we were getting a snack for our- Tim continued.

-marathon with Dad.

So youre bringing a boy to stay with us? they both chortled.

SO not the way youre thinking! Kim said a bit louder than she meant to. A dangerous glare that would have sent Gemini running for cover suddenly jumped on her face, her body tensed in anger. Not that it deterred her younger siblings.

Suuure, they both said at the same time.

Hes a former villain that I have to watch to make sure he doesnt get into trouble before we can fix whats wrong with him. Not that its any of your business. Her teeth were already grinding against each other.

But-

-he cant remember-

-anything and-

-he used a-

-youth ray-

-on himself-

-didnt he? they asked together.

Does that mean that he hasnt even committed the crimes yet? Tim wondered.

So how can he be a former villain-

-if he hasnt done anything?

ARGH! I have to make sure he doesnt hurt himself or someone else. And if hes anything like Drakken, hes a master of disaster, Kim muttered with a frustrated look as she thought of all of the disasters that Drakken had caused.

Is that why-

-youre blushing? they taunted.

I am NOT blushing! Her exasperation and anger was causing blood to rush to her face, she knew, though her brothers seemed determined to pick at her for all it was worth. In an impossibly impossible way.

Looks like we have to tent the house-

-and spray-

-for cooties! they gibed, their glee multiplying at Kims outraged look, her eyes practically bursting flames. Having learned long ago where the line was with their sister (and that they were dancing dangerously close to it), they gave her a raspberry in stereo as their last word and hurried up the stairs.

She gave a frustrated cry, her hands bunched into fists and trembling at her sides. Grumbling, she gave herself a minute to calm down before walking into her dads study. Looking around, she was sure that the fight she had with her brothers was mostly a smokescreen for their dad to clean up his study.

The study, which was usually a mess of books and papers, was clean, the books in order, and her dad was diligently working on papers on his desk. The desk had been a gift Kim had brought back with her from a mission to protect Big Ben from being used by Dementor to reverse time all across London. The study was designed to be a stereotype of the studies found in old English mystery novels, right down to the fireplace behind the chair (luckily, it was fake; otherwise, the tweebs would have used it long ago for their rockets).

When Kim got closer to her dad, her earlier suspicions were confirmed; his eyes were unfocused on the paper he was holding and the paper was being held upside-down. He had probably just finished putting everything in order when she had walked in. Looking up, he acted startled to see her, though the reaction was so exaggerated that he was either faking not knowing she was there or he was so amazed by the numbers on the sheet that all of his other senses were overwhelmed.

Oh! Kimmie-cub. You startled me. Just trying to get these tax forms done. Like your mother asked. You know, just have to get it all together and looked at, her father chuckled a little. Its pretty easy once you get started. Looking back at the paper, he realized that he was holding it wrong and quickly set it down.

Kim cocked an eyebrow in disbelief. Riiight. Like last year?

Hey now, how was I supposed to know that we were going on a family vacation that week? he protested.

Maybe because you planned it?

James laughed, a small belly laugh that caused some of the papers to shift on the desk.

Oh, Kimmie-cub, cant get anything past my perfect little girl, can I? He straightened the papers again and set them aside in the In box on his desk; it was already overflowing with other papers, some of which had dates on them several months past. So, what can your old man do for you?

Kim decided to approach the topic slowly, bringing the nostalgia back to his mind before ambushing him.

Hey, Dad, do you remember the time in college that you told me about with the Bebe robots?

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