Disclaimer: Yeah I don't own these character. You were warned in the description.

Bonnie sat on the edge of a cliff with a fifth of tequila, staring into the moon. It was the first night of spring break of her senior year and and she was at a senior only party in the woods. Sure, some guys brought some girls from younger grades but those guys just wanted to get wanted to get a girl drunk and fuck them. Bonnie shivered. 'Animals.' Bonnie hadn't been especially excited about going to the party, but there was free booze there, so she had to go. She didn't want tot hang out with anyone, so she just drunk on the edge, thinking about the things she hated.

Bonnie Rockwaller hated lots of things. She hated her family. The way her mother continuously babied her to the point were she felt like a porcelain doll. She hated her sisters. The two girls only source of fun seem to be trying to ruin her life. From the way that they constantly talked down to her; to the way they hogged the bathroom when she needed to go to school, even when they were doing nothing, but hanging out at home for the day. She hated her father. The man couldn't be bothered to leave his job mostly due to his want to move to the more sophisticated life of Upperton. When he was home, all he would do was ignore his daughters or complain at them for how much of his money they were spending. Bonnie tended to get the worst of it, since she was the youngest, even though it was rare for her to ever go past her spending limit, unlock Connie or Lonnie. Bonnie hated her house because it seemed to be the biggest concentration of shit she had to live through. She hated it, because no one would understand who she was.

Not that school was any better. She hated that place just as much as she hated home. She hated the fact that she had to pretend to like things she thought were stupid, just to remain on the top of the food chain. She hated Mr. Barkin for his loud, grating voice and short fuse. She hated that she was forced to endure the presence of Ron Stoppable and his gaggle o unfunny jokes. And seriously, what was the deal with the naked mole rat? It was just gross. Most of all, she hated the guys she was forced to spend time with.

Bonnie had been sure she was a lesbian since she the end of freshman year of high school. Her parents hadn't cared that she went on dates at a young age; her mother's only words were to be careful and her father's were, "If you get pregnant, you're out of the house!" From her first kiss with a boy, she knew something felt wrong. There was no spark, no fireworks, not even a twinge when she kissed him. So, she dumped him and tried with another guy. And then with another. She was labeled a slut due to the fact that she jumped from guy to guy, but she didn't care. Sluts were popular in high school. She stopped dating during freshman year, intent on waiting for a guy to sweep her off her feet, then it happened.

One night she had a sleep over with her best friend, Tara. Tara had yet to have her first kiss with a guy and was curious about how it felt, so she asked Bonnie how it was. Bonnie had continuously stated that it was no big deal, but Tara persisted. Finally Bonnie offered to kiss Tara, just to get it over with, and Tara agreed. Tara puckered her lips and leaned forward, while Bonnie rolled her eyes at her blonde friend. She leaned forward as well, expecting this kiss would be just as disappointing as all of her previous ones. Except when her lips touched Tara's, she felt something. Bonnie immediately pulled away from Tara, and Tara nearly fell over, due to the lack of resistance she was expecting.

"Hey! How am I supposed to learn how to kiss, if all you're gong to do is move away when our lips barely touch?"

Bonnie just nodded and said, "Okay, let's try again." Tara nodded and began to lean forward once again. This time she was met by Bonnie's lips even sooner than before. And Bonnie felt the twinge yet again, this time with greater ferocity. 'Oh my god. Is this what a kiss is supposed to feel like? I've got to have more.'

Tara was enjoying the soft feel of her best friend's lips when she suddenly felt herself be forced backwards by the force of the mouth on hers. Tara opened her eyes in confusion. Bonnie had begun to dominate their kiss, bringing her arms to clasp Tara's triceps to pull her deeper into it. Tara tried to push Bonnie off of her, but Bonnie upper body had gained leverage and she was slowly bending the girl back until Tara was folded over her lower legs. Bonnie began to lick and a nip at the friends lower lip until her mouth relented and allowed Bonnie's tongue access. Bonnie moaned as her tongue began to explore Tara's mouth, her hands trying to bring Tara's arms together so one could enjoy other things. Finally the need for oxygen forced Bonnie to release the kiss. Bonnie looked down Tara's body, noting how little separated her from being completely naked, due to her only wearing a pink halter top and black and pink short shorts. She looked back up into the face of her would be lover and the site shocked her out of her lust filled haze. There was only one description that could describe the way that Tara was looking at her: Fear. Bonnie jumped off of the scared girl and to the other side of the room.

The two girls stared at the other for a couple minutes. Suddenly Bonnie was in motion. She began to pack her things, looking fo her phone and shoes, eager to get out of the situation she had just caused. 'I can't believe I did that . I can't believe I kissed a girl like that. I didn't even know kissing could make me feel like that. Oh my god. Does this mean I'm... gay?' Bonnie began to cry as she gathered the rest of her things. She was about to exit the door when she felt a pair of arms rap around her. "Where are you going?" Tara asked in a small voice.

"Home. School. Mexico. Antarctica. Anywhere but here." Bonnie tried to shake lose of the girl, but Tara held firm.

"Why?"

"Why? What do you mean, why? You know that I've never felt anything whenever I kissed a guy. Nothing. Ever. But the second my lips touch yours, I'm seconds away from taking advantage of you. Don't you get it. I'm a lesbian. I'm gay!" Bonnie said as loud as she could without waking Tara's parents.

Tara kept holding on to the crying girl. "So?"

Bonnie stopped struggling against the girls arms for a moment. "...Don't you hate me. Don't you think I'm disgusting. Don't you think I'm a freak."

Tara pretended to think. "Hmm. Nope, no, and nien, are the answers to those three questions. Bonnie your my best friend. Your like a sister to me. I wouldn't care if you were purple and wanted to date watermelons. I care too much about you to let this be the reason I lose my sister."

Bonnie dropped her bags. She turned around in Tara's arms and leaned her head against the shoulder of the shorter girl. And she cried. 'I love this girl.'

Since then, Bonnie had been on lots of dates with guys. There couldn't be a lesbian cheerleader. But none of them got past second base. She gave the a rule; they could say that she had done anything they wanted to her to their friends as long as it wasn't too filthy. On top of that they could have sex with any girl they wanted. All the guys agreed. They got the status of dating the top girl in school and got fucked as much as they wanted by the "Bonnie Haters" who fucked them thinking that it would do her harm.

Bonnie looked at the bottle she was holding ruefully. 'You cost me the best thing my life, you know that. Well, I did it to my self. I should have known better, but your the first thing that dulled the pain.' Bonnie knew she was an alcoholic. She knew that she needed help, but she couldn't take it. Bonnie had started to get drunk after cheer season junior year. By the time senior year had come around, she was a full blown drunk. She knew she had to quit the cheer team, and she tried to care about it, but she couldn't. The alcohol had finally done something she hadn't been able to ever do. It let her forget her pain. Tara had tried to get her to stop, tried to get her to stop drinking herself to oblivion. When that didn't work, Tara gave her an ultimatum. Either the alcohol goes or she did.'I tried to stop. I really did. And now the one person that was truly my family won't even talk to me.' Bonnie remembered. The tears in the eyes of her sister as she walked away from her. Bonnie let some tears fall freely from her face. "Hey, Bonnie, are you okay?"

Bonnie looked over to see who was interrupting her pity party, but was surprised to see who it was. There were only three thing in the world that Bonnie truly loved. There was the relief that alcohol gave her from the pain. There was Tara, the sister she was never going to get back. And there was the girl that was sitting next to her: Kim Possible.

Bonnie had figured that she had been in love with Kim since the day she had given her the impossible cheer routine to do. She knew that the first time she saw Kim, an unfamiliar emotion cropped up in her She had thought it was jealousy and let hate flow through as she interacted with the girl. Though, as she grew older, she began know that it wasn't just jealousy she felt for the girl it was something else. Then, the night with Tara happened. And after that, every time she saw Kim, that twinge in her heart started to flare up again. She spent a while trying to play it off, but she knew the truth that she had wanted to be with girl since she the day she had met her.

"Bonnie, do you need someone to drive you home?" Bonnie was brought out of her thoughts by the question of the girl who could do anything.

"No, I'm fine." Bonnie tried to break off from Kim, but then thought better of it. I mean she already knew she was drunk, so she might as well have a little fun with it. "Hey, Kim, hic, do you want to know secret."

Kim looked at her skeptically, figuring that this was some type of prank Bonnie wanted to pull on her, but decided to humor the drunk teen. "Sure Bonnie, what's the secret?"

"Hic, you've got to come closer. I don't want anyone else to hear it."

Kim scooted closer to the girl. "Fine, is this better?

"Perfect." Bonnie grabbed Kim by the waist and put her mouth by Kim's ear, instantly forgetting about the bottle as soon as th object of her affection was in her hands. "So Kim, I had a dream about us the other night."

Kim was a little uncomfortable with their position, but figure they were far enough away from the party that it didn't matter. "Really Bonnie? What about?"

"We were in my room, at night. I was tied to my bed." Bonnie giggled for second. "Naked. And you were in there with me. The only thing you had on was a red and black lacy set of lingerie. So you came over to me and asked me 'Have you been a good girl?' The only thing I could do was nod. Then you said 'Let's see if we can change that.' Then you pushed your index finger into me. And sloowly pumped in and out. The only thing I could do is moan and whine for more. And you gave it to me. You added you middle finger to your pumping. Sometime you would speed up, but then you'd slow it back down. I kept on trying to get your finger deeper, stretching my bonds to the limit, just to have a little bit more of you inside of me. Finally you brought me close to the tipping point. And the you pulled your finger out. I started to tear up at the lost of your fingers. You put those same finger at the entrance of my mouth and I dutifully sucked my cum off of them."

"Uh, Bonnie I think I need to go." Kim said as she carefully tried to struggle away from the tanned girl.

Bonnie was wet from the story she was telling Kim and wanted nothing more than to pull the red head's hand into her skirt and make the girl finger. But, Bonnie knew that if she let go of Kim for even a second, then Kim would escape. She whispered into Kim's ear. "Shhhh. The dreams almost over. So I was sucking you fingers. You looked at my pussy and smirked at how wet I was. You said, 'This doesn't look like the pussy of a good girl. This looks like one of a naughty girl. That means you lied to me. And naughty, lying girls need to be punished.' And then you went on to teased me. You'd suck my nipples til they were hard enough to cut glass. You'd tease my clit with your fingers. You'd nip and bite my neck. All the time, I felt I was one step away from releasing, but you never did let me finish. Every time I cried when you'd stop playing with me you'd lean over and whisper 'Not yet.' Finally, after what seemed like hours, you were ready to let me cum. But you had to tease me one last time. 'So you want to cum?' you asked. I nodded my head. 'Then beg for it,' you whispered in my ear. For the first time in the dream, I spoke. I cried out,' Please, Mistress, let your poor slave cum!' And then you smiled and began to kiss all the way down my body. You stopped at my navel for a bit, kissing it, licking inside my belly button, but then you reached my pussy. You smile and asked me 'Are you ready?' I nodded once again. Then you simultaneously shoved three fingers into me while sucking on my clit. Hard."

Bonnie shuddered at her memory of the dream. Kim started to struggle a little harder against Bonnie. "Great, you told me our story. Now let me go."

Bonnie's lips grazed Kim's ear. "It's not done yet. At that moment I woke up and my whole body was convulsing. I just kept on riding wave after wave of pleasure. By the tie I finished cumming, my fluids had soaked through my panties, my flannel pajamas, and into my bed. Want to know what I did next?"

"No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me anyway."

Bonnie giggled. "Yup. Next, I did the only thing I could do. I slid down my pants and panties and I started to fuck myself. I fucked myself for what seemed like hours. But every time I came, it was never as good as the cum I thought you gave me. You want to know why?"

"Uh, the theory that friendship is magic?"

"No silly. It's because I'm in love with you."

That tore it for Kim. She instantly broke free from Bonnie grip. Bonnie, surprised by Kim's show of strength, nearly fell off the cliff before she was caught by Kim. Bonnie tried to thank her savior, but was pushed to safety. "Bonnie. My car. Now."

"Where are you taking me?"

"Home."

Bonnie nearly broke out in tears. "Please don't send me there. I hate it there."

Kim almost yelled at her, but Kim knew she couldn't take the drunk girl to that den of snakes. "Fine. You can stay at my house for tonight. But o funny buisess."

"Yay!" Bonnie yelled as she skipped to Kim's car, both equally aware that Bonnie would try to break that rule tonight.

Kim was about to got to her car when she nearly tripped over something. It was the bottle that Bonnie had been drinking from. Kim picked it up and started to inspect it. 'Well, that's quite a proof for a girl Bonnie's size to be drinking straight. Maybe she's got a high tolerance or maybe...' Things began to click in Kim's mind. Bonnie suddenly leaving the team senior year. Tara's abandoning of her and outspoken hatred of alcohol and its affects on teenagers. Kim looked at the path the girl had taken. She felt conflicted for a couple seconds on what she should do. Then her confliction ended. She pulled out the Kimmunicator and called Wade.

"Hey, Kim. What's up?"

"Hey Wade. I need a couple favors asap."

"Okay, whatcha need?"

"I need a bunch of bottled water, aspirin, some heating blankets, some fans, a loufa, and a lot of duck tape."

"That's a weird list of things."

"Can you get it?"

"It should be delivered to your house within the hour." Wade said smugly.

"Thanks Wade. I owe you one."

"No prob Kim. Night."

"Night." The Kimmunictor disconnected. Kim looked at it and hated the next call she had to make Then she looked at the bottle in her hand ant steeled her resolve. She began to make another call."

"Hello? Kim?"

"Yeah, Mom. I need a favor."

A/N: Believe it or not, but when I sat down to write this, I had no idea there was going to be sections that steamy. Or steamy sections at all. This fic just took on a mind of it's own. Please like and review.