Kim Possible Porn Story: Summertime Blues Chapter 8

Assorted Legal Mumbo-Jumbo:

As usual, I dont own Kim Possible or anything associated with her. All KP-related items are the property of the Disney Channel and their army of ravenous lawyers who are the reason that Im writing this. I suppose that the story idea itself could be construed as mine, but that doesnt mean that the legal eagles out there wont try to claim otherwise.

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(The preceding contains 100% Grade A disclaimer.)

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– Chapter Eight –

Since the dawn of time, mountains have inspired the imaginations of men. Rugged and majestic, they soar above the surrounding landscape, evoking striking images of both grandeur and wonder.

They are at once both beautiful and mysterious, awing us with their sheer scale, and baring us from deciphering their secrets. Wooded slopes and rocky crags shield their inner-reaches from the wave of human development that has so often consumed more horizontally-inclined regions, while their high precipices and deep ravines serve as natural barriers to those same humans seeking to traverse their expansive vastness.

These great titans of stone and earth stir something primal within us, titillating our curiosity while at the same time consuming us with their overwhelming beauty and serenity

Although all of this ceases to suffice when one inserts a pair of roaring afterburners into the mix.

Is this trip really necessary? Kim called out from Sky Rats back seat as the massive interceptor hugged the floor of an ancient river valley, booming across the treetops at trans-sonic speed, raising a cloud of dust in its wake.

Aw cmon, KP! Ron replied, glancing back over his shoulder and taking a long pull from his soda. This new automated, ground-hugging radar setup is totally badical! Were doing six hundred knots, seventy feet off the deck, and I havent even spilled my drink. He held up said beverage and rattled the ice around for effect.

A startled yelp escaped both teens lips as their craft suddenly dropped from beneath them, following a corresponding dip in the terrain and sending their stomachs surging into their throats.

Ya see, Ron enthusiastically stated, I never wouldve thought of making that move!

Yeah, and for good reason! Kim shot back. Truth be told, she was just a little bit put off by the idea of both their lives currently sitting in the hands of the autopilot. The experience with Wades robotic helicopter during their first trip to Senior Island was one of the very few things that had scared her just as much as it had scared Ron, and now to see him so at ease with the idea while she still felt jittery Well, wrongsick was an adjective that certainly came to mind.

Try to relax a little, will ya? Ron panned with a dismissive wave of his hand as the Tomcat rolled and turned its way through the course of the ancient river. Have a little faith in the technology.

I prefer my technology firmly planted on the ground, thank you very much. Kim muttered in response as she sunk back into her ejector seat and tried in vain to enjoy the remainder of what she hoped would be a very short flight.

As any doctor worth his or her salt will tell you, one of the keys to long life is the avoidance of stress.

If one accepts such an assertion, then it becomes painfully obvious why the Japanese culture is one of the oldest on the planet. Currently sitting somewhere just the other side of 3,000 years in age, this ancient way of life has endured for centuries, tenaciously clinging to its core principals of personal tranquility and oneness with all living things, just as it clings to the ancient mountainsides that form its island home.

Everything, from architectural design to personal spirituality, flows from these ideals. A sense of peace permeates the entirety of the culture, enshrouding all those who enter it. For a person born of the hectic, fast-paced western lifestyle, emersion in the Japanese way of life seems like a trip to another planet: To a realm as far removed from the familiar as Melbourne is from the moon.

For the ancient academy perched high atop the cloud-enshrouded cliffs of Mount Yamanuchi, there are no exceptions to this rule. Accented by peaceful streams and manicured lawns, the grounds are a wonderland of tranquility: A magical, fairy-tale realm where ornate pagodas turn their roof corners upward to meet the noon day sun, and cherry blossoms fall in a ceaseless blizzard of pink serenity.

Serenity was also the order of the day for the aged man now standing in the middle of the great central courtyard. As still as the mountain itself, he gave the appearance of a statue rather than a human being, except for those fleeting moments when the gentle breeze that wafted down from the higher peaks would lightly ruffle his long, flowing beard. He was a silent sentinel, his senses tuned to the rhythmic vibrations of the world around him, listening to the music of the cosmos in a way that very few people could ever dream.

His concentration was wholly unfazed at the approach of the lithe young girl behind him. Staying careful to maintain a respectful distance from the wizened old man, she waited several moments before speaking the question that was on her mind.

He is close, is he not? she softly asked.

Indeed. The elderly man nodded slightly, ruffling the snow-white tendrils of his beard. Stoppable-sans approach is eminent.

Yori simply nodded silently in response. She did not doubt the accuracy of Senseis statement, for his finely tuned senses allowed him to discern such things. If the ancient master of the Yamanuchi School said that Ron-san was approaching, then it was certain that he would soon be within their midst, and that meant that certain preparations would now need to be made.

Shall I go tell the others? she asked as Sensei continued his stone-like stare across the courtyard, seemingly looking at nothing.

Hai. He replied with another nod. It would indeed be wise for everyone to now prepare themselves for the Chosen Ones arrival.

Hai, master. Yori curtly replied with a bow before turning back toward the cluster of buildings that formed the core of the school complex. It would not be long before the Chosen One would honor them all with his presence once again, and the school needed to be made ready.

The rugged canyons of mount Yamanuchi suddenly came alive, reverberating with a thunderous roar as Sky Rat screamed underneath the impressive rope bridge, causing said structure to gesticulate wildly about before returning to its more characteristic gentle swaying motion. Treetops snapped and whipped about through the force of the mighty crafts jet wash, and forest creatures instinctively ran for cover. Slowly and methodically, Ron eased the control yoke back into his lap, bringing the massive interceptor into a steep climb. Then, with a few swift motions, he reduced power and winged over into a gradual descending spiral, slowly reducing speed until a more manageable velocity had been obtained.

Then, and only then, did he display Sky Rats newest ability.

The latest addition to the Tomcats bag of tricks had come courtesy of Wade and the Tweebs. With some well-timed inputs to the cockpit touch screens, butterfly doors beneath both engine exhausts snapped open, and the massive exhaust ports began to articulate downward. At the same time, a set of similar doors opened underneath the rear section of Sky Rats forward fuselage and two smaller thrust nozzles emerged as well. Within moments, the bulk of the planes thrust was being directed downward, and the ultra-modern fighter has slowed to a near dead hover.

Hows our position looking, KP? Ron asked, checking his instruments to ensure that all systems were functioning properly.

Looks like were lined up nicely. Kim replied, glancing over her own displays. You can take her straight down.

Okay, then. Ron responded, easing back ever so slightly on the throttle. Going down Third floor House wares, cookware and major appliances

Kim was still laughing when their tires touched down on the soft grass of the central courtyard.

Stepping out of the cockpit proved to be a somewhat unnerving experience this time around, as their expectations of a warm welcome were quickly dispelled. The ancient grounds seemed to be deserted with not even the sounds of songbirds present to greet their arrival. The scene was eerily reminiscent of the time they had arrived just prior to the assault of Yono the Destroyer upon the school, and the sensation sent a cold chill down both the teens spines.

Ron? Where is everybody? Kim asked, warily looking around.

I dunno, KP. Ron replied with a little more than a twinge of nervousness in his voice. You dont suppose that theyre all away on summer break, do you?

I somehow doubt that ninja schools have summer break, Ron.

Yeah, and thats what worries me.

You have no need of worry, Stoppable-san. A new and familiar voice suddenly called out from behind them. You are always among friends here.

The two teens quickly spun around to be greeted by the serenely smiling sight of Sensei, standing in a position where they both would have sworn he wasnt standing just half a moment before. It took a moment, but Ron soon recovered his wits and stepped toward the wizened ninja master with a warm smile.

Practicing the whole hiding-in-plain-sight ninja trick, are we? Ron asked after catching his breath.

Indeed. Sensei answered, calmly as ever. I occasionally enjoy, as you Americans say, showing off my wicked skills.

Ah, I gotcha. Ron smiled as he approached Sensei to exchange salutary fist bumps. Kim could only stand idly by and scratch her head at the spectacle. Somehow the image of Sensei and the phrase wicked skills were two things she had a hard time reconciling with each other.

Sooooo Ron continued, scratching the back of his neck and glancing anxiously about. Wheres everybody at? Off on some sort of secret ninja sabbatical or some

It was then that the entire courtyard was suddenly filled with hooded figures, clad in black: Figures who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

Show-offs! Ron grumbled under his breath.

As always, the Yamanuchi School is honored by your presence, Stoppable-san. A different yet still familiar voice called out from behind Sensei, eliciting a smile from Ron and a grimace from Kim.

Yori! Ron cried out, craning his neck to see the young ninjas approach. Didnt catch ya back there! Its so totally awesome to see you again!

Ah, Stoppable-san. You and your American-style colloquiums. The young Japanese girl lightly giggled.

Coll co colloqi-what? Ron stammered in return. Whos talking about cloaks? Im just sayin hi is all.

At this, Yoris laughter became a little more pronounced.

And Kims grimace became a little more intense.

Ever the vigilant observer, Sensei frowned beneath his flowing beard. The were certain issues here that would need to be addressed, he silently determined

Before a Japanese-American conflict erupted that would make World War Two look like a playground scuffle.

And so thats where were at right now. Kim said, turning to her Japanese hosts. Wades got us zeroed in on the target, so now were pretty much just talking logistics.

So far, Sensei and the rest of the school elders had been in total agreement with Team Possibles assessment. The cryptic clue was almost certainly referring to the historic battle of Dannoura and its location in the Shimonoseki Strait along the southern shore Honshu, on the Great Inland Sea. It was there, after all, that the political dominance of the Heike clan was brought to a crashing end by the rival Genji on April 25th of the year 1185. The battle had been a complete disaster for the Heike, with their entire force being wiped out, and their leader, the child emperor Antoku, drowning him self in the sea. It was one of the most significant political developments in the entire history of Japan, and its location was marked by one of the more elaborate Shinto shrines in the region.

And it seemed the perfect place to start searching for their next clue.

Very well then. Sensei spoke, stepping forward to address the group. It is settled. Team Possible, assisted by myself and one of our senior students, shall travel to the Akama-jingu shrine and perform their investigation. We shall use our extensive resources to make all necessary travel arrangements and facilitate their mission in any way necessary.

Please and thank you. Kim said with a bow. The elders of Yamanuchi were certainly rolling out the red carpet for her and Ron, she realized, agreeing to provide them with whatever they might need. Such strong generosity deserved equally strong gratitude, but something Sensei had said stuck in her mind, and her back hitched slightly in mid-bow.

Uh, not to look a gift horse in the mouth or anything, she warily asked, suspecting that she may already know the answer, but which senior student did you have in mind?

I believe Yori is the most logical choice. Sensei replied, coolly as ever. Her skills are well-proven, and she is already familiar with the personalities and fighting styles of both Stoppable-san and yourself.

It will be my honor to assist Team Possible in the completion of this task, master. Yori responded, stepping forward from the shadows that lined the perimeter of the room. I will not disappoint you.

Of that I have no doubt, my child. Sensei replied, his expression as serene and unreadable as ever.

Kim did her best to smile appreciatively, but fount the task difficult at best. To spite Yoris previous insistence that she had accepted Ron as Kims destiny, (whatever that meant), there was something that she still didnt trust about Yamanuchis star pupil. Perhaps it was because ninjas were so skilled in the use of deception and subterfuge, carefully concealing their thoughts and feelings It didnt matter how well you thought you knew one, you were never quite sure what they were really up to. Or maybe it was the fact that even she had to admit that the Asian beauty was ferociously smoking hot.

In any case, Kim thought, she would be spending the next few days on high alert. If the young shadow warrior even so much as thought about making a move on her man, then there was going to be a smack-down in Japan-town. That much was for certain.

And as Kim formed a plan for protecting her territory, Sensei was forming his own: A plan to settle the Ron-San issue between these two young women once and for all.

As day wore on into evening, events seemed to calm themselves somewhat, and Kim actually found herself enjoying the surroundings. Yori stayed out of sight for the most part, making personal preparations for the coming mission, Kim speculated. Ron used the time to take her on a tour of the grounds, pointing out the various buildings and explaining their functions. She quickly found herself overwhelmed by the beauty of the campus, which she had previously been unable to appreciate. There was something about fighting ancient mystical super-villains and getting turned to stone that didnt leave much time for sightseeing, after all. But now, with a few hours to spare and Ron by her side, she felt that she had found some small measure of paradise, and she began to understand why her boyfriend often spoke so fondly of this place.

Following the tour was dinner, where much to Rons chagrin, he still found himself unable to match Master Lunch Ladys sushi-slinging skills. Fortunately, however, Kims reflexes were fast enough to snag two catches of the day, and Ron was spared a very hungry evening.

Later, as the sun turned a swollen red and dipped below the western horizon, the two teen heroes found themselves sitting peacefully in the shade of a small shrine, drinking in the beauty that was the celestial fireworks display this evening.

Beautiful simply beautiful. Kim sighed, leaning back into Rons tender embrace.

Yeah. Ron wistfully agreed. And the sunset isnt bad either.

Wha Kim began to ask, turning around to glance back at her boyfriend. It was then that it dawned on her Ron wasnt looking at the distant sky He was looking at her.

Awwwwww, Ron. Thats so sweet. She cooed, reaching up to tenderly cup his cheek and draw him in for an equally tender kiss.

Silence reigned for the next several minutes as the young lovers returned their attentions to the cosmic pageantry that was by now quickly reaching its climax. It was at this moment that Kim felt something stir within her. A memory: one that had been buried deep within her mind was now resurgent, rising to the forefront of her consciousness like a great wave crashing upon a rocky beach. She blinked repeatedly, and a solitary tear rolled down her cheek.

Hey, heeeeeeyyyy Ron whispered, immediately picking up on the change in his girlfriends mood. Whats wrong, sweetie?

Oh, nothing. Kim replied, a little too defensively for Rons liking. Its just something silly is all.

Well the Ron-man is all about the silliness, so lay it on me.

Well, its just that, I remember this time

Yeah.

It was a little over two months after you enlisted.

Uh huh.

She took a deep breath before continuing.

And Id been searching for you everywhere I could think of, but Id used up all my favors by this point, and Wade couldnt get me any more rides, and I just knew he was ready to give up on you, and and She was really starting to tear up by that point.

Keep going. Ive got you.

And I was just missing you so much by that point. I was getting ready for bed one night, and I looked out my window to see this ferociously spectacular sunset, and it was just so beautiful and all that, but somehow it only wound up reminding me of you.

I see.

I was just so freakin lonely at that point, Ron. I wound up standing at the window with one hand on the glass and the other cradling our prom picture as tightly as I could, and and and I just stood there and cried, Ronnie. I just couldnt stop myself. It was like I was letting go of emotions that I didnt even know Id been carrying. It was weird, I tell you. Terrible and weird.

Sure sounds like it was. Ron admitted, gently stroking Kims luscious red hair. I can imagine how it must have felt.

Doubtful.

No, seriously I can.

Kim twisted in Rons arms to regard him with a look that was equal parts suspicion and interest.

There was this one morning, pretty much about the same time frame that you mentioned, come to think of it, he explained, where I wound up on the hangar deck right at sunrise. It was almost surreal, the way the colors of the dawn reflected off the waves and mixed with the glow of the wake.

The glow of the wake? Kim asked with a raised eyebrow.

Yeah! Its totally crazy, but theres actually this type of algae that floats in the ocean, and when the props of a big ship stir up the stuff, it gives off this freaky, greenish glow! Its totally cool when you see it!

Yeah, Ill remember that for my biology midterms. Kim panned. Now you were saying something about sunrise.

Oh yeah! Well, you see, I was standing there, just leaning on the railing, watching this eye-popping light show going on in front of me

Yeah.

But somehow, even with all that showmanship right there in front of my nose, the only thing I could think about was you, and that somewhere beyond that horizon you were waiting for me.

Kims reaction to this admission was one of stunned silence, and staring blankly into Rons cherubic face. She knew all too well the trials and hardships she herself had endured during their unexpected separation, but to see those experiences mirrored so directly in Rons eyes as well

With a surprising combination of speed and fluidity Kim snaked her arms around Rons neck and pulled him down to her, capturing his lips with her own. To know that the bond they shared was as mutual as it was wonderful caused her heart to soar, and she conveyed this sensation through the kiss she was now delivering. For several, silent seconds they savored the moment, allowing their passions to mix like oil and wine. It wasnt until the mutual need for air forced the issue that they reluctantly parted.

Like, wow! Ron gasped, a bemused smile plastered squarely across his face.

You said it. Kim replied, nestling down once again into the crook of Rons shoulder. Although Im wondering, just where were you when all of this happened?

On the hangar deck, near the fantail, looking aft.

Actually, I was thinking in more geographic terms.

Well, it was only a few days before our scuffle with Drakkens air farce,

Air force, Ron.

Says you.

Kim chuckled lightly at the jab.

Anyway, Ron continued, absently rubbing his chin. Best guess, we were probably a couple hundred miles west of the Marianas Islands at the time. Why?

Do you think maybe we were looking at the same thing?

Dont see how we could be, KP. You were watching the sun go down, while I was watching it come up.

But you were almost half a world away to the west of me, Ron! Kim explained. Dawn for you would have been almost the same time as dusk back in Middleton. Factor in that time difference, and theres a chance that

Any further speculation on the subject was unceremoniously cut off by the familiar four-tone beep of the Kimmunicator.

Never fails. Ron grumbled as Kim reached to acknowledge the small device on her wrist.

Whats the sitch, Wade? she asked as cheerfully as possible, trying to hide her tweak at being interrupted during such a tender moment.

Hey Kim. Just wanted to let you know that Ive been doing some digging, and Ive turned up some four-one-one on Doctor DaLive. Wade informed.

Well lay it on us, then Kim chimed.

Okay. Admittedly, its not much, but I managed to track down some of his group affiliations. Wade explained. First off, hes a charter member of the National Skeptics Society.

I find that hard to believe. Ron scoffed.

Hes also a card-carrying member of Narcissists Anonymous.

What-ever!

And he belongs to the American Procrastination Association.

Can we talk about this later?

Uh, yeah I suppose. Wade sheepishly replied. Look, if I called at a bad time

Pfft Dont worry about it Wade. Kim reassured her young webmaster. Just keep up the good work.

Thanks, Kim. Will do!

Spankin! Kim out.

And with that, the tiny screen went dark, which was something that could also be said of the sky by that point in time. Kim stretched lazily in Rons embrace, placing her arms around his neck once again.

I think its time for bed, baby. She cooed. Mornings come pretty early around here.

Dont I know it? Ron grimaced, recalling all of the pre-dawn wake up calls he had endured during his previous stays. Slowly and reluctantly, he lifted himself and his girlfriend to their feet, and the pair set off for the dormitory building that would serve as their home away from home.

It wasnt long before they had reached their destination, with the accommodations being just as Spartan as Ron remembered them. Their rooms for the evening were at the far end of the hall, side by side. All in all, it was so convenient that they might have considered bunking together for the night, but the presence of paper walls and highly trained ninja sentries in the vicinity quickly banished any such plans. Sighing forlornly, the young couple was forced to settle for a good night kiss and the knowledge that each ones partner was sleeping only a few feet away.

Sliding the door to his room closed, Rons shoulders drooped. Up until this point it had failed to register with his pre-occupied mind. But now, free from distraction and diversion, he realized just how tired he was. The strains of a day filled with flying and planning had left him physically and mentally drained. Slowly and laboriously, with sloth-like movements, he stripped out of his one-piece flight suit, crawled under the solitary blanket and blew out the candle that served as the rooms sole source of illumination.

Then, his very breath was taken away.

Glancing across the room, he saw a sight that nearly sent him into a heart seizure. In the room next door, Kim was stepping out of her own flight suit, the light of a single candle casting a perfect silhouette across the sheet of rice paper that separated their quarters. Every curve, every line, every supple detail of her toned, athletic body was projected perfectly by the light of the gently dancing flame. She was a work of art A sculpture come to life She was a goddess His goddess, and he worshiped her accordingly.

Without words to occupy his tongue, his mouth hung silently open, his eyes glazing over in awestruck wonderment. He wondered what miracle of heaven must have transpired to ever send him an angel such as this, and what monumental thing he had ever done to deserve such an honor.

Enjoying the show over there?

The words nearly knocked him over, so unexpected they were in their coming. In his befuddled state, he had failed to notice Kims taking notice of him. Racing to think of a response, his brain refused to cooperate and his mental gears stripped. The only response he was capable of producing, it turned out, was one of incoherent babbling.

Wha um I wasnt I mean I didnt notice that you were uh What are we talking about again?

I thought so. Kim panned. You could almost hear her grinning.

Oh man! Im really, really sorry bout that, KP. Ron groaned, burying his face in his hands. I didnt mean to be staring like that. I should just

Shhhh. Dont worry about it, baby. Kim reassured him. Its not like I didnt get something out of it too. She added somewhat sultrily.

Beg pardon? Ron confusedly inquired.

Im not the only one who can throw a shadow.

Huh? What are you talking

Word of advice: Next time, blow out your candle before you get undressed, stud-muffin.

Oh, so you mean Wait! You mean You were watching me while I was

And enjoying every minute of it, too.

Aw man!

Why? Whats wrong?

Well, I just feel so so used.

Kim snorted at her boyfriends levity as she crawled under her own blanket and extinguished the candle by her bedside.

Yeah, well it was appreciated just the same. She quipped

As long as somebody appreciates my work, I guess. Ron shot back, settling his head down onto what passed for a pillow in this part of the world.

One more piece of advice, though.

Yeah.

Next time: More hip action.

Ill be sure and add that to my repertoire. Ron groggily conceded.

Yeah, you do that. Kim yawned in response, exhaustion from the day quickly catching up with her as well. Goodnight, Ron. She mumbled into her pillow.

The only response she received was a series of satisfying snores emanating from the next room.

Authors Notes:

Like, DANG, this one took a long time to get out! My apologies to everyone for the extreme delay that this chapter suffered. I just hate to leave folks hanging like that.

I wish I could blame it on some sort of family emergency, natural disaster, or being busier than a one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest, but sadly I can not. The fact of the matter is that I just havent been feeling all that inspired as of late, and without the spark of inspiration, the desire to keep writing quickly wanes. Maybe things will begin to pick up soon Maybe they wont But I promised myself a long time ago that I would never force myself to write anything if I wasnt feeling it properly. That sort of forced creativity is how sub-standard stories get written, and as dedicated followers of fan fiction, you all deserve better than that. The bottom line is that Id rather produce nothing than produce garbage. If that makes me a nit-picky bozo, then so be it.

Kudos to the several reviewers from the previous chapter who correctly guessed the current clue. Team Possible is loose in the land of sushi, anime and whacked-out game shows! LTAOZFAN, Comet Moon and Masonkarisis get the golden cupie dolls here.

The VTOL (Vertical Take-Off and Landing) capability that Sky Rat shows in this chapter is something that Ive been wanting to add for some time. It dawned on me at some point that most of the exotic locales visited by Team Possible arent exactly within easy reach of an airport. (Monkey temples deep within the Cambodian jungle dont have their own landing strips, as a general rule.) The ability to make ones own airfield by simply dropping into any clearing or open piece of ground is of obvious benefit here.

As for the operation side of things, mechanically speaking, a VTOL system in a Tomcat would be complex in its design, but not technically impossible. And when it comes to taking complex techno-concepts and making them work, whose better at it that Wade and the Tweebs. If they couldnt make a go of it, well

I already have some material written for chapter nine, so maybe it will flow quicker than this one did. If not, then I can only ask your patience as I work through whatever blocking issues that Im dealing with. Rest assured, however, that when and if I do post again, it will only be because Im satisfied with the quality of the work Im posting. Half-a$$ed is wholly unacceptable in my book ersite uh whatever.

As always read, review and enjoy! Happy literary journeys, one and all!

Nutzkie