Kim Possible Porn Story: Failure Is The Only Option Chapter 5

Kim
Possible is owned by Disney, not me. And she’s not my girlfriend!

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Ron
kicked the rudder pedal and jammed the stick of his P-51 Mustang into
a hard right turn in an attempt to follow the German jet, but Shegos
speed was much greater, and she easily pulled away from him. Rons
radio crackled into life. It was Shego.

Youre
toast, Stoppable! Theres no way you can get away from me. Bail out
now while you still have a chance!

So you
can gun me down in my parachute? No way, Shego! Youre the one
whos going down! Ron hoped his bravado made up for the fear
that was coursing through his veins. He was in serious trouble, and
Shego knew it.

Have
it your way, buffoon. Im armed with cannon vs. your pop-guns, Ive
got a big speed advantage, and Im a better pilot. Ya still wanna
play? As she was speaking, Shego had circled around and was ready
to make a firing pass.

Ron
realized that everything she said was true. His six 50-caliber
machine guns were powerful, but were no match for her 30mm cannon.
Even one hit would shred his plane into so many splinters. And she
was the better pilot, having flown many missions in Team Gos jet
before turning to evil. Ron fought down a sense of panic and tried to
think of something, anything, that would keep him alive.

OK
Ron, what tactics did they use in this sitch? Think!

As if in
an answer to prayer, the announcer began to speak. Although
slower, the P-51 was much more maneuverable than the Me-262, which
was at a disadvantage in a dogfight.

Ron
immediately flipped the plane over onto its back and forced the plane
into a steep dive, just as Shego opened fire. Deadly cannon shells
whizzed harmlessly by as he executed a split-S maneuver. Shego tried
to follow, but her larger aircraft couldnt turn as tightly as the
Mustang, and she broke away in the opposite direction. Pulling his
nose up and forcing the plane into another tight turn, he tried to
get onto her tail. But Shego had executed a half-loop, and with her
speed advantage, was now above and behind him. Diving again, Shego
pressed the firing button, but Ron forced his rudder hard left as he
went into a shallow dive, and Shegos shots once again went wide of
her target.

Nice
flying, sport. But how long do you think you can keep that up? Ron
could tell that Shego was smiling as she spoke. Not good. She was
flying easily, but he was panting heavily under the strain of these
high-G maneuvers.

Man,
this isnt as easy as flying on my computer . . . Ron dove once
again, executing another split-S turn. But this time he jammed the
throttle to maximum as he quickly picked up speed. Pulling the stick
back as hard as he could, he began a zoom climb. With luck, he hoped
he could reach Shegos altitude and get her into a turning battle.
If she kept her speed up, he could continue evasive maneuvers, and
she would have little time to aim and fire accurately. If she slowed
down, he might be able to turn tight enough to get on her tail long
enough for a short machine gun burst.

Ron
climbed rapidly, gravitational forces crushing him into his seat.
Blood drained from his head and he was close to passing out. The
seconds ticked by as he passed 26,000 feet, 26,500 feet, 27,000 feet.
He leveled off just as he was about to black out. A burst of cannon
fire from off to his left showed him that Shego was still with him.
But this time she overshot. Quickly pulling behind her he squeezed
the trigger. Six 50-caliber machine guns spat out a hail of lead, but
his aim was off, and he failed to obtain any hits. Shego quickly sped
out of range.

Nice
try, Stoppable, but youll have to do better than that! Shego
taunted.

You
can count on it, Shego! Ron tersely replied.

Shego was
executing another wide turn in an attempt to get onto Rons tail
and maintain speed. But Ron still had his throttle at maximum, and
with his better turning ability, he was easily able to keep inside
the Me-262s turning radius.

Ron
thought to himself, Youre
not getting on my tail again, Shego!

With the
slight height advantage he now held, Ron kept Shego in sight as the
range between them rapidly closed. Shego then realized she had begun
her turn too quickly, and they were soon approaching each other
head-on.

Ron
flipped on the radio switch. How about a game of chicken,
Shego? he grunted through clenched teeth.

You
think Ill blink first? No way, Stoppable! Shego angrily
replied.

Im
counting on it, Ron
thought to himself. Hoping that Shego would hold her fire until the
last possible moment, Ron was counting on the superior accuracy of
the P-51s K-14 gyroscopic gunsight over the older Revi 16
reflector gunsight of the Me-262. If
he opened fire first, and if
he could maneuver away quickly enough. A
lot of ifs . . .
Ron thought.

Their
closing speed was incredible. They opened fire almost simultaneously,
but Ron had the quicker reflexes and squeezed off several rounds
before pulling into his tightest turn yet. Shegos shots again
arced by dangerously close, but this time Rons aim was true, and
he observed several strikes on the Me-262s right wing and engine.

At that
moment, the announcer came back on. Although an extremely advanced
warplane, the Me-262s Achilles heel was its Jumo 004 jet engines.
Rushed into production and forced to use low quality alloys due to
the deteriorating war situation, they were failure-prone even if
damaged only slightly in combat. Even worse, if the throttle was
advanced too rapidly, the engines could flame out, especially at high
altitudes.

Almost on
cue, Shegos right engine burst into flame. She quickly shut it
down, but the asymmetrical drag of the now dead wing-mounted engine
threw her plane into a spin. Shego muttered an expletive as she tried
to regain control by jamming the throttle forward on the remaining
engine, which promptly flamed out. Could this day get any worse?
she yelled.

As
Shegos plane spun out of control, Ron exclaimed, Ah-BOO-yah!
Scratch one Me-262!

Where
in the hells the ejection handle in this kite? Shego screamed
as she desperately tried to bail out. Helpfully, the announcer spoke
once again. The Me-262 wasnt fitted with an ejection seat until
the closing days of the war, requiring a standard, though dangerous,
bailout process.

Crap.
Shego used a plasma bolt to blast the canopy off and promptly bailed
out. Pulling the ripcord, her chute deployed and she drifted lazily
towards the ground in the cool afternoon sky. As Rons P-51 sped
off into the distance, she shook her hand and yelled her farewell:
Curse you, Ron Stopabble!

The
announcer spoke again. And now a word from our sponsor, Bueno
Nacho.

Ron
suddenly found himself in a Bueno Nacho restaurant, pleasant
background music wafting through the air. Without missing a beat, he
spoke.

After
a life-or-death dogfight, I love to relax at my favorite restaurant,
Bueno Nacho! Not only can I get a snack of my very own invention, the
Naco, but sodas are free for World War II flying aces, today only!
And as he slurped his drink, the screen
faded to black.

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Close
calls for both Ron and Shego! But how are Kim and Dr. P doing, and
will Wade find a way to help? Tune in tomorrow!

I
wasn’t sure if this sitch would fly (pun intended), but many of you
not only looked forward to the air battle but correctly guessed its
outcome. Thanks again to all for the many reviews and suggestions!