Kim Possible Porn Story: Honeymoon Hijinks Chapter 1

“Do you take…”

I.

KP, I’m telling you, this is a bad idea.”

Kim’s image on the Kimmunicator frowned, then began morphing into the infamous Puppy Dog Pout. But, Ronnie…

No, KP, bad idea I tell you, bad.

But, Ronnie, Kim pouted, I thought you liked Monique.

I do, doesn’t mean I want to go on a mission with her. Ron answered.

Ron, it’s really not a mission, just a pick up. Kim plead.

Fine, Ron smiled in triumph, then I don’t need Monique, do I?

Kim’s head lowered, a small growl sounded over the device. Ronnie, how many times do I have to say it, Dr. Director specifically said she needed a man woman team.

Why?

I don’t know why, OK! And since I can’t go…

Ron smirked, Why doesn’t GJ send Willie boy, can’t get another agent to be around him that long?

RON!

Ron winced. He really, really needed to talk to Wade about an automatic volume control for the Kimmunicator. Ok, ok, I’ll go. But since Monique has zero experience, how about I give Yori a call?

Wondering how he could develop frost bite from a screen, Ron surrendered, Right, Monique it is. When does our ride get here?

About fifteen minutes after I convince Monique to go. Gotta go, bye.

Ron stared at the blank screen in astonishment. Oh, his flame haired GF was going to owe him for this one, big time. And unlike every time before, Ron smiled to himself, he was definitely going to collect.

II.

Monique stared at the blank screen in front of her. Her head slowly sank to the desk. A light thump was heard, gradually growing louder and louder as her head bounced. No, no, no. She whimpered, The last item of a four thousand item inventory and the ‘puter eats it. Noooo.

At the sound of Yes, we have no bananas her hand groped for the phone.

Club Banana, Mo…Monique speaking.

Monique? What’s wrong?

K…Kim?

It’s me, but you don’t sound too good. What’s the matter?

Monique sighed, I just found out my weekend is completely arranged.

What?

The computer just ate the inventory I posted. I’ll be here all weekend redoing it. The manager wants it done by Monday. Anyway, girlfriend, enough of my troubles , what did you need? New outfit for a hot date with monkey boy this weekend?

Nothing like that. I actually called to do you a favor. Kim’s voice oozed sincerity.

Uh-huh. Monique replied cautiously, And that favor would be?

How about an all expense paid visit to Monte Carlo to the premier of the new Cocoa Banana Mediterranean line, available only in Europe? Monique? Monique? Kim heard a clatter over the line. Monique, you still there?

I…I…sorry, dropped the phone. Monique finally answered. Are you serious? They won’t even let us speculate on those fashions. You know that.

Not a problem, Mo. All you have to do is be out front in fifteen minutes and you’re on your way.

Ah, girl friend, aren’t you forgetting a few things?

Like what, Monique?

Monique held the phone away from her ear, staring at it incredulously. Oh, I don’t know, what about clothes, someplace to stay, telling my folks I’m on the happy highway to Europe? And I still have to finish the inventory. She wailed.

No big, Wade?

The screen in front of Monique came to life, figures scrolling rapidly down.

But…but…

No problem, Monique, Wade’s image grinned from the corner of the screen. I did notice that you transposed two different items on page twenty though.

How…how…

Wade’s image flamboyantly tapped a key. And there you go, inventory updated and correct. Anything else?

Kim’s image appeared on the opposite corner of the screen. Nope, thanks Wade, you rock totally.

Wade’s image closed as Monique tried to close her mouth. How…how…

Kim’s image smirked, Like Ron says, Wade has the world wired. Her hand came up to stroke her chin in thought, Which sometimes really worries me. She shook her head. Anyway, ready to go?

Monique blinked, What? No! What about parents, clothes…

Kim’s image waved nonchalantly, All taken care of, just be out front, She glanced at her watch, in seven minutes.

But..but…

Six minutes, Mo, better hurry. Kim’s image closed.

III.

Ron closed the folder. This is never going to work. I know it, I just know it. He lowered his head into his hands. Monique won’t kill me, hurt me, but I can live through pain. Of course, when KP finds out we blew the mission, she’ll kill me. He began to pace the waiting room. At least GJ set me up right. Of course, Mo’ may be a little upset when she finds out her role, but…

The door slammed open, All right, enough is enough. Where are we and would you never let that idiot fly a plane again.

Ron looked at his friend, her complexion looked a little strange with a greenish tint. Monique, ah, what…

Monique slumped into a chair. I thought pilots knew enough to fly around air pockets or whatever you call them. That idiot seemed to think that dropping my stomach was the fun part of the flight. She clasped her arms around her stomach moaning, What did I ever do to him? She looked up at Ron, This is all your fault, you know?

Ron paled, No, no, KP, her idea and…

Monique’s glare grew, Her idea maybe, but if you hadn’t gone along with it…

Mo’, Ron interrupted shakily, she used the puppy dog pout. You know how…

Oh, grow a spine. Monique growled. She sat up frowning. All right, I’m here, wherever here is, so give.

Ron looked blank.

Monique sighed, Kim said you would tell me what was going on, so talk.

Oh, oh, yeah, talk. Ron swallowed nervously. Here, this will explain everything. He shoved a manila folder into her hands. Just read it and then I’ll answer any questions I can.

Monique’s brow rose but she opened the folder.

Ron began to edge away, if nothing else, getting behind the bar would slow her down when she attacked. He watched intently as she read the contents of the innocent folder. He relaxed when she began to giggle, but tensed when she growled. Finally, Monique raised her head to stare at him. Ron’s nerves began clamoring for retreat, but he managed to stand firm. Finally, he broke the silence. Well?

Monique narrowed her eyes, You have got to be kidding!