Kim Possible Porn Story: Summertime Blues Chapter 10

Kim Possible Porn Story: Summertime Blues Chapter 10

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 main 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.

In any case, read the story, leave a review, and look both ways before crossing the street.

(The preceding contains 100% Grade A disclaimer.)

Enjoy!

~ Chapter Ten ~

Muscles tensed and adrenaline surged as the trio readied themselves for the eminent attack. With a flick of her wrists, Yori deployed her battle fans, and all three assumed the defensive postures of their preferred martial arts. They stared intently in to the eight-eyed simian faces of their adversaries, searching for any indication of the creatures intent, and indicating in turn that they themselves meant business.

The first strike came when one of the creatures lunged at Yori, using its spindly, rigid leg as a spear. With a sweep of her fans and a pirouette that would have made a world-class ballerina proud, Yori deftly dodged the attack, as well as a follow up strike of the same type.

As Yori backed slowly away from the group, descending into a one-on-one duel with her eight-legged attacker, the remaining creatures turned their attention to the young redhead and the bearded man before them. Two of the creatures moved around to the sides while the others remained in front, staying far enough back to give their genetically altered brethren room to work.

Standing back-to-back, Kim and Sensei waited anxiously for the creatures to come within range. When one made a slashing strike at Kims legs she leapt gracefully over the blow, then just as quickly dropped down to her knees, arching her back to allow another swipe to pass harmlessly over her. Sensei, in the mean time, deflected two quick blows with hand strikes of his own, then proceeded to catch a third as the creature attempted to run him through with a thrusting attack.

Startled to find its appendage suddenly restrained within the vice-like grip of a man whose appearance indicated no such strength, the creatures surprise suddenly turned to agony as Sensei deftly twisted his wrist and snapped the leg cleanly off just below its first joint.

Shrieking in unworldly agony, it staggered backward, thoroughly disoriented by the sudden turn of events and drawing the attention of al those present.

Wrongsick! Kim remarked as she glanced in Senseis direction, her expression equal parts unease and confusion.

It would appear our enemy is well-equipped for this battle. Sensei calmly remarked, holding up the section of leg to display the razor-sharp claw that protruded from its tip. I believe it would be most wise to avoid this part of their anatomy.

Good call. Kim agreed, turning her attention back to the ongoing battle.

It was at that moment that a familiar figure stumbled forward out of the shadows.

Yich! Next time we go on a mission, remind me to pack breath mints. Okay buddy?

Hink! Okay! Rufus squeaked, saluting smartly from his position on Rons shoulder.

All right then! We are all better and ready for action! he loftily stated, assuming a flashy martial arts pose and surveying the room. His expression quickly changed however, when he spied the enemy he was facing.

Hur-mpff! I was wrong! he yelped, throwing a hand over his mouth and dashing from the room once again.

He can inhale a grande-sized chimerito and pull a seven-G turn without so much without so much as a belch, but anything monkey-related makes him hurl. Kim thought idly to herself. Self-Contradiction: Thy name is Stoppable.

Yori, meanwhile, had managed to fight her adversary to a stalemate, ducking and deflecting the creatures repeated attacks, but managing an attack of her own. Neither combatant seemed likely to gain the upper hand in this contest, until the oversized arachnid made a crucial mistake.

Rearing up to attack with both its front legs, it left a momentary opening in its defenses. Is wasnt much; maybe half-a-second in duration, but for someone with the young ninjas finely honed skills it was more than enough.

In the blink of an eye, Yori leapt forward, narrowly avoiding the lethal claws as they plunged downward in a vicious stabbing maneuver. Suspended in the air for the briefest of moments, she held one of her fans aloft, revealing all of its intricate, hand-painted colors to the room. Then, in a maneuver that was as graceful as it was deadly, she brought the fan down in an overhand swipe, its sharpened tips slicing effortlessly through every one of the creatures eight eyes.

Once again the chamber was filled with a cacophony of unworldly shrieks as the creature recoiled back, stumbling and flailing about blindly within a world that had suddenly gone dark. Hissing and howling, it lurched wildly about before colliding with one of its comrades: A collision that sent both creatures tumbling to the floor in a tangled mess of fur and shattered, spindly limbs.

From her position on the altar high above, D. N. Amy frowned at the battle unfolding before her. Three of her cuddle-creations were down and the reason was clear. While her latest creations were formidable to be sure, she had nonetheless made the same mistake as nearly every villain before her: She had underestimated the skill of her opponents.

But that didnt mean that the battle was lost. The remainder of her freakish force was still in fighting shape, and a change in tactics would almost certainly send things in a new and most interesting direction.

Ooh! Ooh! New plan, everyone! she called out drawing the rapt attention of every monkey-bug in the room. Divide and conquer, scenario seventeen!

Scenario seventeen? Kim remarked, keeping one wary eye on Amy and an even warier one on her mutant army. Do I even want to know?

Oh, youll find out soon enough. Amy giggled. If the situation wasnt so serious, her demeanor would have been comical.

Once again, the arachnids turned their attention to their intended prey, but where they had previously acted as individuals, now they moved more as a group. Most formed a wall of containment around the trio, while smaller groups split off and advanced along indirect paths toward their intended victims. In this way, it was clear what Amy meant by the phrase divide and conquer.

Before they could react, the freakish creatures had divided the group three ways, separating each member from their counterparts. Now isolated from their compatriots, any advantage that teamwork may have provided was gone.

Sizing up the sitch and realizing that things had just taken a turn for the worst, Kim readied herself against the coming onslaught and silently prayed that Ron would finish ick that thing he was doing and rejoin the group soon. His notorious monkey issues may get in the way somewhat, but his reputation as Middletons very own bug whisperer would certainly prove handy at that moment.

Oy! Make a note, Rufus. We can add dry heaves to the list of things I can do without. The familiar voice told Kim that her prayers had just been answered.

How nice of you to join us. She called out. And since when do you have a list of those things?

Since a long time ago. Ron flatly stated. Thats going down as number fourteen.

Number fourteen?

Right between guys who wear socks with sandals and people who use the word guestimate.

Good to know. Now would you mind getting over here and giving us a hand? Kim was forced to shout as one of the bugs moved between her and Ron, obstructing her view.

Me? Fight them? Ron fairly yelped. I dont know if thats such a good

Then forget fighting and just talk to them! Kim shouted back, rolling to her left, barely avoiding a devastating blow. Youre the entomological diplomat here!

The what-o-logical whosie-mat?

It means you negotiate with insects! she yelled, dodging another blow. The monkey bugs had by now completely surrounded her and were adopting a tactic of quick strikes from multiple angles, with each member of the group dashing out for a fast swipe before retreating to allow for another attack from a different direction. By forcing Kim to defend herself on all sides it was only a matter of time before one of them got through.

I speak roach! Not spider Ron corrected. These guys have an entirely different dialect! And I think one of them just insulted my mother!

Then get even by kicking their buggy biscuits!

Abdomens.

What?

Bugs have abdomens Not biscuits. Or is that the thorax? I can never remember.

Anatomy class later, Ron! Right now we need some serious Yah-hahhhhhhh!!!

KIM!

With a speed that would have been the envy of any martial artist, one of the spiders had taken advantage of Kims distracted state and landed a slashing blow against her midsection. The strike tore open her mission shirt and left a pronounced gash across her belly, just above her navel. Rons blood was nearly flash-frozen as the vestige of his stricken girlfriend screamed out in pain and dropped to the floor, the bright purple of her shirt quickly darkening with the stain of fresh blood.

This sudden turn for the worst was something Ron was not at all expecting, and when faced with the unexpected, he always turned to a tried and true reaction: He panicked.

Whimpering incoherently and chewing his nails like they were some bizarre form of hard candy, he glanced wildly about the room. Across the open space near the far wall, Sensei and Yori were fighting losing battles against small armies of Amys insect creations, and his own beautiful KP was down. The fact that she was still moving was of some comfort, but as she struggled to regain her feet the bugs were quickly moving in for the kill. She was defenseless, and the others werent much better off.

The bottom line was that the only one of them not facing eminent and immediate annihilation was himself, and even that was only a temporary reprieve. For it was a near certainty that once the three most skilled fighters were eliminated, these freaks of nature would turn their attentions to him, and it was doubtful that even all the dumb skills in the world would be enough to protect him from that.

Faced with disaster on all sides and staring at the prospect of agonizing death himself, Rons sense of panic quickly morphed into something else entirely: Rage.

Hey you eight-legged freaks! He screamed at the top of his lungs. You know what I think?! I think skreeeek hiss gur-rrrrowl click-click gereeeeep!

Suddenly the room became deathly quiet as every spider present ceased his attack and turned to face the young blond, a menacing bloodlust gleaming in their multitude of eyes.

Stoppable-san! What did you say to them? Yori inquired as the creatures began slowly advancing toward the tow-headed young man.

Im uh not sure exactly. He nervously admitted. But loosely translated, I think it means something along the lines of Your mother sucks banana slugs.

Hey! Thats not very nice! Amy yelled from her perch on the altar.

Ewww, gross. Kim exclaimed, slowly rising to her knees while tenderly holding her still bleeding midriff. The wound appeared superficial upon first inspection, but was likely to leave a scar in its wake. Not that this was anything new for her, of course. Her toned, athletic frame bore the faded marks of many such injuries, provided that one looked closely enough.

And there was only one person in the world that was allowed to look at her that close

And he was currently staring straight into the bloodshot eyes of an army of enraged arachnid monsters.

Ignoring the shooting pain in her belly, she staggered to her feet, determined to help her boyfriend in any way she could. If only she could get to his position, then shed have a chance.

Heh, hey guys. Ron nervously waved at the advancing horde. Ya know, maybe we got off on the wrong foot here. Would it help any if I apologized for that mother crack?

The giant insectoids simply growled as they continued their ominous advance.

Ill take that as a no then. Ron lamented, slowly backing himself against the wall. Taking stock, he quickly realized that he was surrounded on all sides and without a place to hide. His mad running away skills were of no use to him here.

Ho boy. Definite N.G. He whimpered

Her mind whirling like a tornado, Kim sorted through her options. The distance to Ron was too far to leap, and while an attack on the enemys rear flank would certainly distract some of the bugs, it wouldnt be nearly enough to buy Ron the time he needed. She had her grapple, but the solid stone walls of the cavern presented no place for it to anchor into. Jumping into the middle of the group would no doubt create a great deal of chaos, but that was just as likely to be dangerous to her cause as it was to be helpful. Force without direction was just random destruction, after all.

But still, there had to be something she could do. She was the girl who could do anything, after all. Looking up from her ruminations, Kim gasped as the first wave of bugs closed the final few yards to Rons position: She was out of time.

Shrinking back against the wall in a fetal position, Ron watched helplessly as the creature closest to him momentarily crouched, and then with a terrifying scream, launched itself through the air directly toward him, its gleaming simian teeth bared and poised to eviscerate him with deadly efficiency. Reflexively, Ron turned away, raised his hands defensively, and uttered the most effeminate scream he could muster.

Then quite suddenly the world went quiet.

What had happened, he wondered. Was he dead? Deaf? Had somebody forgotten to pay the sound bill? It was all very strange: Surreal, to be more precise.

Slowly cautiously warily he opened one solitary eye to peer out at the surrounding world, and what he saw nearly stopped his heart.

The spider that had only moments before been poised to tear him limb from limb was now suspended helplessly in mid-air, its fragile legs flailing wildly about for some sort of footing. Without traction or tether, it was effectively neutralized, unable to either attack or retreat.

As for Ron, through the fog of his wide-eyed amazement he could only utter a solitary and incomplete phrase.

What the?

Without thinking, he dropped his hands for a better view, sending the beast crashing to the floor in an obviously disoriented state, and surprising himself with the sudden change in circumstances. Startled, he lost his balance and fell backward against the wall, flailing his arms crazily over his head as he went. The spider responded by rocketing upward to meet a rather violent impact with the ceiling, followed by an equally violent impact with the floor once more.

Staring intently at the unmoving form before him, Ron slowly glanced down to his own hands, his mind racing the epic battle with Warhok and the way he had mysteriously thrown the nine-foot alien marauder across the battlefield without so much as even touching him. It appeared that this strange ability, whatever it was, had chosen this moment to resurface.

Ohhh-kaaaaay. Really starting to scare myself here. He whined weakly.

Plaintively, he looked to Kim for some sort of reassurance, but the shocked expression on her face told him that she had witnessed the same events as him, and was having roughly the same reaction.

Then he noticed the traces of blood across her shirt.

Quickly looking to the other members of the group, he took note that their conditions were not much better. Though not as bad as Kims wound, Yori sported several cuts and lacerations through tears in her gi, many of which had drawn blood, and while he showed no signs of physical injury, Sensei was clearly winded, leaning heavily on one of the stone columns for support. It was clear that the team had fought valiantly, but was now close to defeat. It wouldnt take much to finish them off.

But that sort of thing would have to wait for another day

Not as long as he was still standing.

Turning his attention back to the unnatural creatures before him, his brown eyes narrowed, momentarily taking on the faints tint of a blue aura. Muscles tensed, fists balled up, and the corners of his mouth curled into a sneer. These arachnid abominations had done enough damage, and it was time to put the vermin down. They were pests, pure and simple and he was an exterminator with a serious grudge to bear.

Whether because of some simian connection to the power or a simple animalistic sense of danger, the spiders all took a hesitant step back, opening the distance between themselves and the growing threat before them. Their compound eyes became even wider than normal as they sensed the situation changing in a way that did not bode well for their side.

Now that I have your rapt attention, Id like to ask you all a question. Ron snarled, stalking forward, causing the spiders to retreat even further. When a bug hits a windshield, whats the last thing to go through his mind?

Rons sneer morphed into a malicious smile as he raised one of his clenched fists above his head, his entire body now radiating a familiar blue glow.

The answer: His biscuit!

Hurk, abdomen. Rufus corrected

Whatever!

And with that he brought his fist crashing down with thunderous force onto the solid stone floor.

The result was nothing less than a wave of destruction. Stone tiles buckled and cracked under the onslaught as a shockwave surged outward from the point of impact. Human observers were thrown to the floor and mutant spiders were tossed violently about, shrieking and hissing as they careened uncontrolled through the maelstrom before finally being slammed against the wall on the far side of the room. It all took only moments to transpire, but when it was over the center of the room had been swept clean of all insects: Their lifeless bodies laying still and mute amongst a tangled web of shattered limbs, rock dust and matted fur.

Anybody got a squeegee? Ron coldly remarked, his glowing aura quickly fading.

NOOOOOOOOO! Amy squealed in anguish, dropping to her knees and collapsing atop the altar. My babies! What have you done to my babies?

Hey now, dont beat yourself up over all of this. Ron consoled the renegade researcher, stepping toward Amys sobbing, quivering form. I mean, look on the bright side. In a couple of weeks youll probably be working on an all-new abomination to God and nature and unleashing it into an unsuspecting world.

Yeah, thats true. Amy sniffed, her mood somewhat brightened by the prospect of future experiments. I always do land on my feet.

Ya see! Thats the spirit! Ron encouraged as Kim and the others joined him at the base of the altar. Maybe you could even come up with something useful, like crossing an ostrich with a turkey.

I do not understand, Stoppable-san. Yori inquired, stepping forward to restrain Amy with a leather thong she pulled from a concealed pouch on her gi. Why would someone want to combine these creatures in such way?

With Ron, its all about the Thanksgiving leftovers. Kim pointed out, rolling her eyes slightly for effect.

Mmmmmm Turkey sandwiches for a whole month. Ron sighed dreamily.

Good suggestion, Amy agreed, but I already tried that and it didnt go so well. She sighed dejectedly.

Really? Ron wondered aloud. I just know Im gonna regret asking this, but what exactly did you get?

A large bird that kept burying its head in the cranberries.

Natch. Ron groaned, thinking that next time hed listen to his instincts.

Ask a silly question, get a silly answer. Kim remarked, stepping up to place a hand on his shoulder. Are you okay, by the way?

Me? he spun around, asking in shock. Youre the one whos bleeding! Do you need a doctor? Stitches? An X-ray? Last rites? He dropped down to his knees to make a closer inspection of the wound.

Ron, its fine! Really! she assured him, pushing him lightly away. Its just a scratch is all.

Well at least let me put something on it. He insisted, reaching for the med kit he carried in his utility belt. I think Ive got some Bactine around here somewhere.

Kim had to agree, that seemed a sensible precaution. She gently lifted up the hem of her shirt, allowing Ron to apply some of the antiseptic spray to the area in question.

There! All done! Ron triumphantly announced, replacing the bottles protective cap. Doctor Stoppable is in the house!

Well, Doctor Stoppable, Kim played along, while youre down there, arent you going to kiss it and make it better.

Huh? Ron sputtered in confusion. Seriously, KP. Dont you think thats a little

It was then that he looked up to see his girlfriend in what he could only describe as a mid-level puppy dog pout with just a hint of playfulness mixed in.

Really? he asked.

Kim smiled and cocked her head to one side, telling him all that he needed to know.

Looking back down to the soft skin before him, he paused momentarily before slowly leaning in an gently, delicately, planting the lightest of kisses just below the reddened but no longer bleeding laceration, his lips lightly caressing the still sensitive flesh.

Kim closed her eyes and sighed as she felt an involuntary shudder pass over her. To spite his often clumsy and awkward nature, Ron was somehow possessed the softest and most sensual of touches. It was like having heaven in a bottle, she sometimes thought, and she never got tired of inviting that side of him to come out and play.

Better? Ron softly asked.

Oh yeah. Most def. Kim softly moaned.

A subdued grunting suddenly drew the teens attention, as they both looked up to the vestige of a stoic Sensei observing the scene with his eternally unreadable expression. Beside him, Yori attempted concealing her own reaction as well, but for once in her life was actually faltering slightly, allowing the slightest of uncomfortable expressions to creep across her face.

Heh-heh-ahem yeah. That looks like itll do ya. Ron stammered embarrassedly, rising to his feet. Just take two aspirin and call um somebody.

Will do. Kim agreed, pulling down the hem of her torn shirt and silently praying that the blush she was now experiencing wasnt nearly as visible as it felt like it was.

All righty then. What now? Ron asked, hoping to move the conversation along to other topics.

A little light reading. Kim informed him, starting up the steps to the top of the altar. Sure enough, concealed within the shadows to the back of the raised platform, words had been crudely carved into the solid rock. Ron quickly produced a small LED flashlight and illuminated the roughly-hewn words as Kim read them aloud.

Where fields of green meet ocean blue

And surf runs red, and colors true

And pickets of white mark all thats lost

Reminding us all of freedoms cost.

Ah jeez. Just for once, why can these things be easy? Ron bemoaned.

What? You were expecting a big arrow and a neon sign saying this way? Kim asked.

Well I was hoping.

A most ambiguous statement. Yori observed, carefully looking over the engraved text. There appears to be an extensive use of metaphor in the writers diction.

Welcome to the story of our recent lives. Kim lamented, noting that Doctor DaLive seemed to have some sort of thing for word games and double meanings. Sometimes its like were chasing after a Batman villain.

Either that or the dude got a thesaurus for Christmas. Ron added.

Thesaurus? Kim inquired, raising an eyebrow. Where did you learn a word like that?

Internet.

Natch.

At the risk of seeming presumptuous, Sensei suddenly broke in, I would like to suggest a course of action. Since we have retrieved the information for which we came, and have nothing more to gain by staying here, I suggest we return to the surface and place Miss Hall in the custody of the local authorities. Then we can return to Yamanuchi unhindered and pursue matters further.

Sounds like a plan to me. Kim agreed, pausing only to take a digital photograph of the enigmatic carvings for future reference. Cmon everyone! Lets blow this pop stand!

Right behind you, KP. Ron confirmed, quickening his pace to stay close behind the retreating redhead and the rest of the group. Cause this place gives me a total case of the creeps.

And up the stairs they went, leaving behind some slowly dying torches, a darkened room, and a pile of mangled mutant spiders whose ultimate destiny was unknown.

Authors Notes:

Well its been not quite two weeks now since my last update, and Im pleased to announce that so far my new tactic of writing shorter chapters seems to be paying off. I managed to crank this installment out in a grand total of about ten days, which is a pace that I havent seen out of myself since well never, actually. Its amazing how much of a difference simply stirring things up a bit can make.

And so our heroes have another piece of the linguistic puzzle to well puzzle over. As per previous agreements, a hearty hand clasp and a copy of last years calendar to the lucky contestant who correctly guesses the identity of the clue. As always you need not be present to win, employees are ineligible, void where prohibited, see store for details, one per customer, patent pending, prosecutors will be violated, etcetera, etcetera

Now dont anyone go drifting away, folks! Our favorite couple isnt done turning Japanese just yet. Theres still more than a few lingering lose ends to be tied up before they can safely leave the land of sushi, fast trains and bad-a** cartoons. Sparks are sure to fly when un-aired tensions and hidden anxieties see the light of day, so grab a beer and stick around for the light show.

As for the rest, you all know the drill: Review equals reply, so send me your questions, comments, criticisms and snide remarks, and Ill do my best to respond with the level of thoughtfulness and articulation that is deserved. (For some of you that may simply be an automated chain e-mail marked resident, but hey I call em the way I see em! Sue me if you dont like it!)

Catch yall on the rebound, clowns!

Nutzkie

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