Kim Possible Porn Story: Thunder Snow Chapter 3

Kim Possible Porn Story: Thunder Snow Chapter 3

Thunder Snow

Chapter 3

by kt

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“Kim?”

I heard a voice calling my name, but I was too tired to respond and felt majorly disoriented. A thunder snowstorm can do that to a person. It gets you so turned around that you dont know which way you are going or coming from as it obliterates all sense of direction.

Kim???

The voice called out again with more urgency.

It was a voice that I recognized from somewhere, but where?

As I tried to reconcile the two thoughts, the intensity of the voice and my curiosity built to a fever pitch as it started lifting me out of the layers of sleep that Id fallen into and it now screamed in my brain…

KIMBERLY ANNE POSSIBLE!!!

The voice yelled out strongly this time and I jolted awake quite suddenly from it.

I rubbed my fingers across my closed eyes and then opened and closed them a few times to try to clear them. Through my bleary sight, I could partially make out a female figure sitting beside me: a very familiar one.

Mom, I thought and called out at the same time, but my mind was still too drowsy as I drifted in and out of consciousness. I could just think clearly enough to know that I was in trouble, so I tried to grab onto just one single thought: to use it to pull me out all the way.

But, all I could see inside my brain were cage bats with Ron and Felix swinging away.

What could possibly be boring about cage bats, you ask? Try watching for an hour Pitch, swing, hit Pitch, swing, hit Pitch, swing, another hit Pitch, swing, another hit Over and over and over and over again Oh, thats just peachy-keen. I seem to be losin it on so many levels.

In desperation I reached for another memory, and this time the scenery changed to the Middleton Fair Grounds. I was on the super looping, ultra inverted rollercoaster: losing my mental cookies by the sheer amount of G-forces I was pulling. Below I could see Ron cheering me all the way as I set a new ride record clocking in at just over 4 Gs.

That image was immediately followed by Ron shoving me onto the whirl and twirl, while he stuffed his face with a naco. Needless to say my stomachs cookies were in severe jeopardy of hurling everywhere.

Finally we ended up together on the freefall going down the 40 stories drop face first.

But it was when we walked off and I watched my BFBF stuff his face with two loaded chili, marshmallow, and pistachio-topped ice cream hot dogs that my stomach dry-heaved. I felt my stomach pass my throat, from the sight as well. I swore I was gonna hurl for real this time, but I didnt.

With that image, I kinda forced my way back to a partial reality for a moment as my stomach rumbled from being empty, and I realized it had been a while since I had eaten. Whod thought that you could trip out from eating granola bars, but when youre hungry beyond belief anything is possible.

Then again, maybe I was running a fever. I didnt feel hot as I put the back of my hand to my forehead, but just touching it made me wince. The pain was excruciating, and all I wanted to do was make it stop. I rolled down the window, grabbed a hand full of snow, and placed it between my eyes.

Ah, that was better. The relief from the cold was just what I needed and I sorta settled back down into the car seat again.

I couldnt tell, but I felt my mind drifting like a small sailboat in the middle of a restless blue ocean. Several images swayed back and forth with the waves and soon I synced with the gentle rocking rhythm instantly finding myself at Middleton Hospital as part of the High Schools Career Day Field Trip but that was three weeks ago.

Wasnt it?!?

The scene was entirely surreal like I was stuck between here and now and then. Seeing the images overlapping each other

oh, WOW!

What a head trip!

I wiped my hand across my forehead again. The pain was gone; I felt like I was burning up, but I didnt care. The sheer euphoria of my surroundings just sorta kept me happy, especially as I watched Mom and Bonnie talking on the topic of homeostasis. Not that B could carry on an intelligent conversation on that subject. Then again, was anything I was dreamin or thinking real right now?

As Ron would say everything was just sick and wrong. No make that wrong-sick. To be paying attention to a conversation on a topic like that, especially when Mom is in her lecture mode is bad enough, but then there was an added feature to all this weirdness as the talk between B and her just kinda jumped out like phosphorus red lettering written on a 3-D whiteboard.

Dont know why.

Didnt care.

I just wanted it all to end so I let the images play out like a bad boy episode of Agony County teasing that Charity and Danny were going to get back together again. Like that was ever going to happen. It would end the series.

Mom was dressed in her purple outfit, white heels, and lab coat; she had her arm around Bs shoulder like they were best buds, and B seemed to be hangin on every word Mom spoke.

Bonnie, being interested in whatever is new and unknown has an undeniable evolutionary logic to it. In mammalian creatures like ourselves, the drive to investigate everything is powerful enough to kill us. Take Kimmie, for instance. Once you get her going, she doesnt stop till she gets her answers, and the process is so the drama.

Thats why, as parents, we have to care for our children to moderate that drive and teach them whats dangerous. This process has two main components. One drives us to explore and seek out novelty for its own sake. The other is a stereotyped pattern of responses when something new enters our sensory field.

If youre trapped on the third floor of a burning building, youre not likely to begin seeking novelty. Youll be attempting to return to a state of equilibrium where not much is happening. However, if youre just sitting in an office filling out spreadsheets, you may well be dreaming about a mountain biking trip or a hike in the woods.

Indeed, there appears to be a level of risk that each of us likes. Some people like a good book; others, like my daughter, love to jump out of airplanes and freefall. If we perceive our environment as being too safe, we take more risks. If it seems too hazardous, we take fewer risks. These sitches are known as risk homeostasis episodes and can be seen in all sorts of activities.

When something enters your environment, your behavior will take one of three routes. You can ignore it as inconsequential, you can flee if its dangerous (or fight if need be), or you can engage it if it seems beneficial (such as a mate or food). So your brains sensory system involves an inciting incident, rising action, a climax, and a resolution as your bodys chemistry returns to a baseline level once more: just like a good action/adventure type story.

Thus, you are continuously on a roller coaster of rising and falling emotional states aimed at discovering what has changed in your environment, and then taking advantage of the good and avoiding the bad. Of course, these emotions are medicated by neurotransmitters (such as dopamine for motivation) and hormones (such as endorphins for reward). The ventral striatum is rich with dopamine receptors. But saying that its the adventure center obscures a complex and beautiful process that underlies almost everything we do in this world.

Bonnie, we crave comfort and security. We crave novelty and exploration, too. We crave calm and excitement, and we even crave fear.

Can you reconcile these seeming contradictions, Mrs. Dr. P.? Bonnie asked with respect in her voice Now I know Im having a hallucination, the only time Bonnie says anything with respect to anyone is when she wants something Badreally BAD! But listening to Mom lecture on human nature was just plain weird, too.

Well, of course, Bonnie. They are not contradictory. They are intricate, interdependent forces, working together to make up this thing we call life.

Life?

Life?

Why does that sound so familiar?

Life

Whos life?

My life!

My mind was still fuzzy and reeling from the discussion. I was soooo having trouble comprehending what I was thinkingfeelingseeing.

Heck, maybe I was really hallucinating from being bored for so long or maybe it was all from my imaginary fever. I’m not even sure who I am at this point. Everything just seems to be going downhill way too fast.

Suddenly, as if I had been hit by lightning, I came awake, my thoughts flowing in a straight line for the first time, in a long time, in this stinkin sitch.

I’m Kim Possible and Im stuck in a thunder snow storm.

As my vision and mind seemed to clear completely, I noticed that someone very familiar was sitting in the passenger seat. She was dressed in what looked like a 1920s pure white dress, complete with white ribbons, high neck collar and bodice. What was even more troubling was that I knew her. But this just had to be my imagination, again, playing tricks on me. Still, I decided to go along with this new sitch. Real or imagined, it was better than being bored out of my ever-lovin gourd again.

I concentrated hard on the auburn haired, green eyed woman as she came into full view.

Mim? Miriam Possible?

Yes, Kim. Its me.

The second set of words out of my mouth were a bit perplexed. “What are you doing here? Am I dead?”

No. I dont believe so. At least not yet.

Then what in Shegos name are you doing here!?!

Mim looked wounded at the tone of my voice, but I could have cared less. Needing to grasp a piece of reality, I reached into my pants pocket, and my fingers wrapped around the pocket watch. Drawing it out, I held it in my hand, wishing Ron was here just to help pull me out of this mental wonderland. Instead, there was nothing, and I decided to open it and look at the time. According to the watch it was late afternoon a little after 3:10 pm, if it was accurate in its own inaccurate way. The sky hadn’t changed much, but for the first time the snow had started slowing to a mere dusting. I closed the cover, put the watch back in my pocket and then crossed my arms across my chest: waiting for Mim to answer me.

“Kim, I thought you’d never awaken. I’ve been calling your name for 20 minutes now.”

She ignored my question to her and continued on like I had never spoken to her. This angered me, and I’ve had plenty of time to stew in this sitch. She adjusted her position in the seat to look directly at me and continued to babble on about trying to wake me up. I lashed out at her, wanting her to see how badly Id suffered here in this version of Heck on Earth. “Shut up, Lady. If you aren’t going to answer my question, just shut up.”

She stopped in mid-sentence, and stared at me.

At least she was quiet, I think. I didn’t mean to be so hard on her, but she had to understand just how hard this sitch is on me.

I ran my hands through my hair and then placed them on my lap, trying to get some control over my torrid emotions. I knew I couldnt really hurt her since she was long since dead, at least not physically, but verbally I could really do some damage. That is the one area where Shego and I constantly excel, and I knew if I assailed her that way I could probably win on any point she tried to bring up.

It took a few moments before I had enough control to face her ready with my verbal assault. When I did, I found that she was just sitting there patiently waiting for me to say something else. That totally threw me off guard and I paused before launching my attack. That was when she spoke.

“Can I talk now, Kim?” She questioned me carefully.

I shrugged as means of an answer. For some strange reason, after readying myself for the attack, I wasnt ready to speak yet.

“I know how this must look to you, Kim.” She smiled and pointed her finger at me while speaking.

At this point, I could have cared less about my sitch. I needed to get out of the cramped confines of the Sloth, even if just to stretch my legs for a bit. I grabbed the door handle, pushed with all my strength to move the snow out of the way and to my surprise it opened easily. Getting out in ankle deep snow I hoped Mim would take my signal and not start just yet.

The snow felt cool on my sweaty face, and as it melted the rivulets of water felt like a shower. I took off my windbreaker and tossed it back inside. I then peeled off my mission shirt and folded it up, placing it on my seat. I then cupped my hands and filled them with snow, and washed my face with it. I hadn’t realized just how hot it had gotten being trapped inside that tomb. I turn to look at the Sloth as I put my shirt back on and saw that Mim had materialized outside. She walked over to me. “Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not okay. I’m trapped out here in the middle of nowhere, with no one to talk to, nothing to do but sit and watch the snow fall.” I walked around the Sloth to stretch my legs, put on my windbreaker and then got back in wrapping myself up again in Nanas blanket.

Mim appeared back in the passenger seat. “I’m sorry. If I had known it was that bad, I would have checked in earlier. Jonathan was constantly telling me you were fine, and not to worry.”

Well, if he thought I was fineId like to give him a piece of my mind. Please and thank you. I snarked, doing my best Shego without even tying, and Mim winced.

I would like to help you there Kim, but hes very busy watching over someone else right now.

Now my curiosity was aroused. Just what were you doing? And whats Jonathan doing now thats was so important? I asked.

She looked away for a moment, not sure if she should tell me. I could see on her face that she wanted to, but at the same time I could tell that she thought that it wasnt such a good idea that I know.

I stopped fidgeting with the blanket, realizing that she still hadn’t answered me. “Mim? Whats happened? “

She shook her head no, and then opened her mouth to say more. She closed it, and then opened it again. Finally she just blurted out. “It’s Nana, Kim. She’s had a heart-attack.” She then squeezed her eyes shut, and bit on the end of her finger to keep from saying more.

Now it was my turn to be speechless. My anger at Mim and Jonathan vanished and was replaced with shame. I felt like a selfish idiot, worrying about being trapped in a car when Mim was obviously needed elsewhere with Nana. I wanted to kick myself for acting up. “Mim?” I asked the feared question. “Is she…” I hesitate, afraid to say it, but yet knowing one of us has to. “Is she…” I choked on the word but finally got it out. “okay?”

She looked straight though the snow plastered windshield and then back at me and I thought I knew what her answer was. She didn’t even have to say it.

Suddenly my heart sank lower than I have ever felt it before.

NOOOOOO!!” I scream up at the storm clouds. “Not Nana!

I felt terrible now, and I failed to see Mim indicating otherwise.

Oh how I wished that I didn’t hear that news. Why cant I ever seem to help those I know and care for? I was very upset now and my breathing was coming in hitches as I struggled to contain my emotions.

Mim turned to me and grinned. And I wanted to slap her silly.

“Kim! Kim! Settle down.

I could see that she wished she could grab me and hold me. Tears began to run down my face. I was choking back sobs.

“Kim. Nanas is holding on,” she said, carefully gauging my reaction. “Your whole family is there with her right now. Even Ron and Wade.”

My emotions instantly changed like getting whiplash in a car accident. I was so grateful that Nana was still alive and yet now I felt totally useless. If I was there, maybe I could help, maybe cheer Nana on somehow. After all I’m a save the world teen, damn it! But what good are my skills and talents if I cant save or help someone I love? I turned to look at Mim and for the first time really noticed her. Her eyes were moist, and her demeanor sullen. It was obvious that she had already done some of her own ‘personal feeling assessment’ on me in this sitch and was looking for a way to comfort me.

“Kim, she isnt suffering and shes happy.” Mim was obviously trying to cheer me up, but I couldn’t tell who she was trying to convince more: me or herself. She cleared her throat. “Put some clean clothes on, Kim.” She pointed at my backpack which now sat on the top of the backseat. “And we’ll talk.” She silently waited with her back to me.

I selected some clean socks, jeans, a new t-shirt, and my mission sneakers from the backpack and left the polar coat inside then closed it. I didnt feel cold anymore at this point and rewrapped myself in Nanas blanket. If I couldnt be there with her, a part of her could be with me. Mim looked up at the sky. “The storm is starting up again.

I tried to find the words to say what I was thinking, or feeling, but they failed me.

Mim took the initiative and spoke first. “I know how you must feel.”

“Do you? I yelled. Can you understand how helpless and frustrated I am right now? What if I could help her, Mim? If only I was there instead of here!” I ran my hands through my damp hair feeling the greasy strands sticking to my fingers.

She paused for a moment. “Kim, I really don’t think there would be much you could do. The doctors said she is stable, but in a coma. As you know, her heart has always been bigger than her body when it comes to her age. After all, she loves doing the impossible. Eventually, all of that added stress catches up to you, even when ones at the peak of near perfect health. There wasn’t anything you could’ve done. It just happened.”

Mim was definitely trying to be gentle with me, and take the responsibility herself. She was about to say more, but something drew her attention away from me as she looked heavenward.

“Kim, I’ve got to go for a bit, I’ll be back in a few minutes. I promise I won’t leave you alone for long, just about an hour while I tie up some loose ends with Nana.” She looked straight into my eyes. “You stay put. I’ll brief you when I return.” I nodded to her, too numb to answer her right now. She smiled and suddenly vanished.

I looked up at the darkening sky. I know it will snow again, pour down on top of me, but now I don’t care. “Why? Why? Why Nana?” I ask vainly.

No answer came, but the rumble of thunder and another approaching storm.

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Kim Possible Characters Y the Walt Disney Company, USA.

Betas thanks for letting Mr. Comma come out, and adding a few words here and there. Loved the comment that I seemed to be channeling Shecky Greene in parts here. Yes, I did ask dad who he was and I understand now. giggle.

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