Foot desires,

I do not own Kim possible or anything else that has to do with the show, this is purely a fan service to all those out there that have a skewed outlook on cartoons.

This happens before "So the Drama"

Chapter 1: the trigger

This was not happening to her, was the prevalent thought running through the mind of the teen cheerleader as she ran as fast as she could trying not to trip on anything in the dark. Things like this did not happen to her, she was too smart, too good at what she did to fall victim to such an event; things like this happened to amateurs who did know how the game was played and were careless or simply stupid. But she was careless today, she felt something was wrong but did not look too much into it; she was stupid to not notice that her prey was not as submissive as usual. When things had gotten physical she had not kept a cool level head, instead she simply fell back on time and test methods to get her through the night. Sadly those methods had failed her miserably, she was looking for a quick victory and instead she had enraged her prey and made him the predator.

Her self-criticism came to a sudden halt as the heel on her elegant red pumps broke; her head long flight took her down face first into the dirt. She quickly got back up to her feet, thanking all those long hours in the gym and in cheer practice, and took a quick look back at her pursuer. His form, seemingly hulking in the moon light, had closed the gap her previous attack had given her. She tried to break out in a run again but the instant her right foot landed a stabbing pain shot through her ankle and buckled her kneels. She tried to hop away on her one good leg but she knew that she was not going to get far; she could hear him crashing through the underbrush as he finally caught up with her. The young cheerleader screamed for help hoping against hope that someone was close enough to hear her, but knowing that she was too far away from civilization for anyone to come to her rescue.

His large hand reached out and grabbed her medium, wavy brown hair and pulled her back almost breaking her neck; while his other hand balled into a fist and slammed into her face dazing her. "You god damn WHORE!!" screamed Brick Flagg at Bonnie Rockwaller as he shook her like a rag doll. The only thing Bonnie could think about was how ridicules Brick looked standing in the middle of a dirt road with his varsity jacket and shirt but with no pants, a semi-hard on and scratch marks down the side of his face. Before she could voice her opinion of his fashion sense he punched her in the stomach knocking out all the hair in her lunges and dropping her to her kneels. "This is where you belong bitch... On your freaking kneels. You think I'd let you play me for the rest of the year HUH!! You think I'd be satisfied with some petting and a hand job every now and then! Well think again!! Today I get what's coming to me. So you can either enjoy it or kick and scream all you want but I'm getting me some tonight or my name is not Brick Flagg!!"

He shoved her with his foot onto her back and then dropped all his weight on top of her pinning her arms to her side with his thighs as he started to tear the front of her dress. Bonnie wanted to buck him of, wanted to reach for his hanging manhood and tear it off but the punch and his weight made it impossible for her to draw in a breath and she was starting to black out; a part of her was hoping she would, she did not want to be aware of what was going to happen next. But the rest of her, the fighter, the Queen Bee, would not let her just lie down and be nothing more than another statistic. She kicked out with her legs hoping to hit him in the head or to give herself some breathing room. Even though she did manage to reach his head, the kick was too weak to do anything, but it did get him to move a bit allowing her to take a deep breath. Bonnie knew that she could not fight him off, he was intoxicated and running on hormones and rage; so she gambled her last breath that fate would not let her be raped, here in the middle of nowhere. Her scream, she felt, echoed up and down the dirt road and vibrated throughout the forested area. "Shut the fuck up Bitch…" yelled Brick as he slapped her with all his strength; stars exploded in front of her and she was sure she would black out from the impact.

She felt his hands grab her bra and violently pulled it up leaving her breasts hanging out; he reached for them and started to grope a squeeze them like there were stress balls. Brick was in heaven, he has already reached second bass with Bonnie but always on her terms; this was the first time he could truly enjoy her breasts, one of a few good qualities she had in his opinion. He backhanded her one more time to make sure he had knocked the fight out of her and shimmed down a bit to be able to truly enjoy her tits, something that Bonnie had never let him do for long periods of time before. He was going to take his time with her; she had lost the will to fight it would seem, weakly struggling but mostly it seem to be blacking out. A part of him felt disgusted with himself but he had no choice, he had dated Bonnie for close to 5 month and all he had gotten out of it was a few minutes of fondling her, hand jobs and a few rare blow jobs when he had blown a month's worth of allowance on a date. The other guys in the team had already nailed their girlfriends and were starting to snicker behind his back for not being able to seal the deal with what they all agreed was the sluttiest one in the cheer squad. He had even thought to bring condoms for protection, after all he had not planned for the night to end this way; and even if she did blab to someone it would be his word against hers. He was the star of the football team, leading his team to a near perfect season, his father was a pillar of the community and his bro's on the team would back him up saying that she liked it rough to explain the bruises that he was sure would result from his punch and slaps. Besides he knew Bonnie, she would not say a thing; after all if it came out she was used like this she would lose her spot on the top of the food chain, and forget about what she would go through in school, her two sisters would make her life hell at home. No, Brick was sure that this night was going to end the way he wanted it and tomorrow he would buy her something pretty as an apology gift; and since the door had already been opened and she finally knew who wore the pants in the relationship he felt that their relationship would actually be less rocky from now on.

Bonnie felt herself slipping away bit by bit, she had thought she would be stronger than this, but at the end she just wanted to black out and let this nightmare be over with. As she stared up at the sky and felt Brick start to lick and suck on her breasts, a sound from up ahead pulled her from the edge of despair and ignited a small spark of hope that her final act of defiance had actually bore fruit. She wanted to yell again but her stinging cheeks chocked the scream into a whimper, until she saw someone come out of the forest and start to walk towards her and Brick. The sight of salvation awakened her fighting spirit and she steeled herself for one last fight against her aggressor. She quickly lifted her kneel feeling a satisfactory impact with something fleshy and hanging out; as Brick jerked up in pain from the kneel to the groin, she head butted him with all her remaining strength and shoved him to the side. Bonnie quickly twisted around and tried to get back on her feet but her ankle again proved treacherous and she fell back to her kneels, but this time she started to crawl towards the shadowy figure screaming and pleading for help. Her feeble crawl was cut short as a savage kick caught her in the stomach again and threw her back a couple of feet. Still it was enough; the figure that was approaching slowly broke into a run towards them. "Hey!! What the hell is going on here…? BONNIE!! BRICK!!... DUDE your junk is hanging out!!! Would you put it away, there are innocent mole rats here!" The figured yelled as he came into the moonlight and all of Bonnie's hopes for a rescue came crashing down around her.

"Stoppable?!?! What the hell you doing here?" asked Brick as the sudden appearance of the high school loser threw him for a loop. "ME? What are you doing freeing your Willie for all to see like that… Dude what the hell? Do you do weights with your pecker? That thing could intimidate an anaconda." Ron Stoppable said as he eyed the other boy's nether regions with something akin to awe. Having another man compliment his manhood in that fashion was too much for Brick Flagg and he hid his assets with his hands as he tried to get a handle on the situation. Bonnie on the other hand was not planning on letting this chance get past her, "Ron run for help, call the cops he's trying to rape me. Please in god's name help… PLEASE!" she pleaded with the stunned boy in front of her. "God damn it didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up whore!" yelled Brick as he stomped down on Bonnie's twisted ankle, inducing a scream of pain from Bonnie that sounded like her very soul was being ripped from her body. But before he could appreciate his handy work, Brick was pushed back with more force than he had ever felt even in the most trying of football game. He looked up with a dazed expression only to see Ron standing over Bonnie's huddled from, while she held her ankle and sobbed. What Brick could not understand is how Stoppable managed to close the three or four yards distance between them in such a short amount of time.

"Jeez Bonnie, are you alright?" asked Ron as he started to catalog the injuries on the cheerleader's body and feeling his blood start to boil. Bonnie was about to yell at him that of course she was not alright but saw Brick rushing Ron from behind his fist cocked back ready to unleash a punch that would take the younger boy's head clean off; but before she could shout a warning to Ron he, without even looking backwards, moved a few inches to the side, letting Brick's Fist sail right by him, grabbed the football player's hand and, using Brick's own momentum, threw him over his shoulder, send him flying right over Bonnie; stepped over her and again put himself between her and Brick, this time facing her aggressor. "Bonnie, don't move, your ankle may be broken" said Ron in a very calm voice. Bonnie looked up at Ron and was dismayed to see him trembling but when she looked at his face she noted that it was not due to fear; Ron Stoppable was very very angry. Brick on the other hand had managed to roll with the throw and was back on his feet in a flash, but all the feeling of triumph he had felt a moment ago where gone replaced with a red hot rage he had not felt before. He was going to beat the loser to within an inch of his life and then he was going to do the same to that tramp and damn the consequences.

This time Brick came at Ron in a boxer standing looking for a clean punch to the head to daze the other teen and making it easier for him to finish him off at his leisure. The first few combo's he threw were meant to be a distraction as he readied his haymaker, but not only did Ron avoid all the punches without ever lifting his hands the haymaker missed by a mile leaving Brick open for Ron's counter attack, a quick palm thrust into the larger teen's abdomen. The impacted pushed all the air, not to mention all the beer he had drunk, right out of the linebacker's body; as Brick folded into two while he puked, Ron delivered a kick that connected with Brick's chin that send him flying backward. Still Brick was a football player and he was used to getting hit, he was back up and was about to charge again, when suddenly a punch hit him square on the bridge of the nose, sending him reeling back. "Leave Brick, if you don't I'm not going to only break your nose" Ron said in a voice that snapped Brick right out of his enraged stupor.

No one could compare Brick to any sort of genius; in fact it is tough to compare him to homo-sapiens in some ways, but what he lacks in mental agility he made up for in raw instincts, and his instincts were telling him that this fight was not going to end well for him if he continued. Still the idea of backing down to the school loser was humiliating. Brick started to slowly circle around Ron trying to find an opening through which to attack, but even though Ron did not take any kind of stand, nor really move his body, Brick could not find any opening that he was comfortable exploiting. Also the rage had worked itself out of his system and the pain from his nose was more evident.

Ron kept eyeing the other boy waiting to see what he would do and felt relief as the rage started to ebb in the eyes of the football player, still he was not ready to let down his guard just yet. He had to stop himself from sighing in relief when Brick dropped the boxer stand, turned around and started back up the dirt road to where, Ron hoped, he had left his pants. Ron waiting another minute till Brick was out of sight before turning to Bonnie. He leaned down and quickly examined her ankle trying hard not to look up at her naked breasts; now that the rush of combat was not focusing him, his hormones were taking over and the sight of heaving bosoms was almost too much for his teenage mind to handle. The sight of the bruises and cuts on the young cheerleader refocused him, and in the place of the hormones a deep feeling of guilt and shame took place. The fact that he would take advantage of this situation to look at tits made him feel that he was no better than Brick. He pushed all those emotions into the back of his mind and went back to examining her ankle; although it was a full moon, it was still too dark to make a proper diagnosis but he did not think that it was broken.

Bonnie was going into shock, she knew that because she could feel her body start to shake uncontrollable and tears start to form in her eyes. She berated herself, she could not effort to break down just yet; she needed to make sure that the situation did not go out of control or she could forget about keeping all this quite. Bonnie knew that if she played it right then no one except for Brick, Ron and herself would ever know what happened today and that was how she wanted to keep it. A Jab of pain from her ankle made her look down to what Ron was doing and caught him taking a peek at her naked top half, he quickly averted his eyes but she caught the shame in them for what he had done. Bonnie had never been a shy person, in fact she was an exhibitionist, and the quick glimpse did not bother her. Still when Ron removed his ever present jersey and offered it to her she took it without complain in part because it was cold but also to save Ron anymore feelings of guilt.

The sound of the revving engine and the headlights aimed right at the two teens froze them; the thought that Brick would actually have gone so far of the deep end as to run them down struck both of them like a lightning bolt. As the car closed in on them, Ron threw himself over Bonnie covering her body with his own in an attempt to shield her as much as he could. Thankfully the car swerved away at the least second showering both of them with dirt and pebbles as it drove passed them stopping a few meters away long enough for Brick to throw something out the driver window and then took off again. They stayed huddled together for another few minutes till the sound of the car disappeared into the distance.

The silence was deafening for Bonnie, as she sat there wearing Ron's jersey over her torn dress. Ron for his part was had finished examining her ankle and had moved up to her midsection and rips; she was surprised how professional he was, asking her if she had a hard time breathing or gently probing to see if she had any broken rips or any internal injuries. She wondered if he and Kim did that offend after their missions, from the way he was moving with a sense of purpose she had to assume that they did. After five minutes Bonnie could no longer take the silence, she needed to say something or else she would go back into shock. "What were you doing out here Ron?" she asked just to fill the void. "Hum… I was on a mission" Ron answered back without looking up from examining her scrapped kneels. When he mentioned "mission" Bonnie felt her heart leap into her throat and started frantically looking around; after all if this was a mission Kim could not be far. "Hey don't move around like that, I'm pretty sure you don't have anything broken but let's not tempt fate here" he said trying to figure out what had gotten into the brown haired cheerleader. "Is Kim here?" Bonnie asked trying to stay still but Kim Possible's holier than thou attitude was the last thing Bonnie wanted to deal with; specially because she was pretty sure that if Kim was involved there would be no way to keep this on the down low. "Kim isn't here, this isn't a save the world kind of stitch. Just your garden verity lost pet thing. Kim has family night today and so I decided to do the mission solo" Ron answered her question and noticed how relived Bonnie was at the answer.

"Okay well this is as much as I can do here in the middle of nowhere, my scooter is twenty minutes from here stay still I'll be back as soon as I can" Ron said as he was getting up. "You can't leave me here alone, suppose he comes back or someone else comes and finds me like this" Bonnie said in a semi hysterical voice. "You can't walk on that ankle Bonnie. It may not be broken but you can have a hair line fracture and walking on it would only injury it more. Besides I would be going down the only road if someone is coming I would see them first" Ron tried to reason with her. "I'll hop then, you are not leaving me here Stoppable" Bonnie said as she tried to get up, but without the fear and adrenalin she felt every bruise and could only barely hold herself up. With a sigh, Ron turned around and motioned for her to get on his back. "I am not pigging backing like a preschooler! Besides you said it was twenty minutes away, you can't carry me that far" Bonnie said. "You can't walk and you are not staying here so we don't have that many options, besides I've tracked through the Amazon jungle with a survival pack, that probably weights more then you, for 6 hours once on a mission so don't worry" Ron replied as he again motioned for her to get on his back. Seeing no other solution Bonnie climbed on his back and braced herself as he lifted her and began the track back to his scooter.

"Do you have any idea what Brick threw from his car as he drove off?" Ron asked. "Probably my handbag" was the unconcerned answer from Bonnie who was too busy thinking of what to do next. "Well it's too dark now to go looking for it but if you want we can come back tomorrow and look for it, anything important in it? Your wallet or cell phone" Ron asked again. "I never bring my wallet to a date, that way I'm sure that the guy isn't going to go Dutch on me. As for my Cell phone it's okay, been meaning to buy a new one anyway and now I have an excuse. Only other thing in there was my makeup and other junk, it can be replaced" she responded. After about five minutes of walking the uncomfortable silence was back in full force and Bonnie wished Ron would ask her another question just to fill the time. "So… did you find it?" She asked hoping to spark another conversation; sadly Ron's confused hum did not help. "The pet you were looking for, you said you were out here looking for a pet for one of your missions" she asked in a frustrated tone. "Oh that. No I didn't find it. And honestly I am kinda glade I didn't… who the hell keeps a pet skunk is beyond me honestly" Ron answered trying to suppress a shudder at what would have happened if he had found the pet. "A SKUNK?! You've got to be kidding me. And little miss perfect had a "Family thing" to take care of so she could not help you look" Bonnie asked with a semi amazed voice while she emphasized the family thing. "Yeah I know, I thought it was fishy too, since I am usually invited to these family things before hand. But she insisted it was a spur of the moment thing and that if it was not important she would have been out here with me looking for Mr. Le pew. No I KNOW that Kim would have been here if it was not important" Ron said with the fanatical conviction of a man that did not want to believe he was sold out by his best friend but knowing deep down that if he had been faster on his feet it would have been Kim out here and not him. Bonnie was surprised to find herself chuckling at the antics of the two heroes; it was a small thing but the feeling of being safe was enough to push back the shock. They continued walking in a semi comfortable silence.

"Listen Bonnie, I know the chief of police. Once we get you to the hospital I'll give him a call and you can fill a report on Brick; I'll ask him to keep it quiet" Ron said as they neared the scooter. Bonnie had been dreading this conversation and had hoped to post pond it a while longer; that was one of the reasons she did not push to go find her handbag, even though it was a Channel and had cost her two A+ to convince her mom to buy it. She knew she had to do this just right, for once thing her first reaction, to tell him to drop it and call him a loser was not viable since she needed him and even though she knew he was not the kind of person to leave her in the middle of nowhere if she insulted him, she was still shaken enough not to want to chance it. "I'm not going to the hospital, and I am not filling out any reports" Bonnie replied, keeping her voice as even and calm as she could. Ron came to a stop; he wanted to believe he had heard her wrong but he felt how tense she was and knew that she meant what she had said. His thought were going a mile a minute, Brick had broken at least three laws that he could count of the top of his head and the idea of him going scot free went against everything he and Kim believed in. "Bonnie… he assaulted you… he tried to RAPE you… you can't just not do anything about it. If you are worried about it being your word against his, I'll be a witness. And don't sell the cops short, they have ways to prove it was assault without even needing me as a witness" Ron tried to reason with her, but Bonnie remained silent. "Bonnie if you don't say anything he will do it again, and that time whoever he does it to will not be as lucky as you" Ron again tried to make her see reason but she remained silent, and it was starting to frustrate him. "Damn it Bonnie. He beat you until you were almost unconscious and you're telling me that you don't want the fucker to pa…""RON STOP" Ron's rant came to a stop as Bonnie yelled at him. He could feel her shaking and the moisture on his shoulder was from the tears she was trying to hold back. "Ron please just drop it, I am not going to the hospital and I am not filling a police report. Brick will pay for what he did; you should know me well enough by now to know that I am a vindictive person" she said as she got herself under control. Ron said nothing just continued walking to his scooter, his frustration still there but tampered with the need to not upset Bonnie anymore then he needed to.

It struck Bonnie as a bit ironic that before today she would not have been caught dead riding on Ron Stoppable's scooter, but at this moment she would not want to be anyplace else. Its slow putting movement and the gently wind helped to calm her and focus her again. It was funny, the ride up to the wooded area that Brick had token her to had taken less than a quarter hour in his mustang but the ride back on Ron's scooter looked to take an hour just to get to the edge of the city.

"So what's the address?" Ron asked as they neared their neighborhood. The question pulled Bonnie out of her daydream; she had been thinking that instead of a car she should ask her parents for a scooter, a better more expensive one then Ron's. "Hum? What address?" she asked. "YOUR address, I was never invited to the cool parties so I have no idea where you live" replied trying to inject a bit of humor into the situation. "NO! We can't go to my place" Bonnie responded in a hurry. Ron took a deep breath and let it out slowly; he had half expected that response from her and had already mentally prepared himself for it. "Okay, can you at least tell me WHY I can't take you home? At least give me that much would you" he asked keeping his voice pleasant and none judge mental. Bonnie knew that she had to at least answer the question, besides she hoped that it would get Ron on her side. "Listen Ron, my parents think I went with Crystal and Liz to Crystal's parents' cabin up north this weekend. If I come home they will know I lied to them and then both Crystal and Liz will get into trouble since they both vouched for me. Also if they see me like this they will call the cops" she answered hoping that bringing in the other two cheerleaders would convince Ron not to push the issue. As for Ron he had to crush the urge to point out that if her parents thought that calling the cops was a good idea that should tell her something, instead he just asked her what she wanted to do then. "I've been thinking… maybe I can get a hotel room till Sunday, borrow some clothing from Tara and just go home like nothing had happened" answered Bonnie rather proud of herself.

"Yeah… that's not happening" said Ron in what he hoped was an assertive tone and quickly continued before she could say anything, "First you don't have any money, and I am not carrying any either. Second hotels and motels don't rent out rooms to minors, especially ones looking like you do. Third you still need to have your wounds checked and last but not least there is no way in hell I am leaving you alone after what you went through." "Well what do you think I should do Mr. Know-it-all, and going to the cops or a hospital are out" retorted Bonnie in a snappish voice; annoyed that the plan she had cooked up in the past hour was blow out of the water. "My parents are out of town for the next week so I have the house all to myself. Also I have a med kit at home and a few gadgets that can scan your ankle to make sure that you don't have a hairline fracture. So what I propose is for you to crash at my house tonight and tomorrow we can figure out what to do" said Ron rather proud of his solution.

Bonnie had to admit it was a good plan but she wouldn't let Ron get the last word, besides she was feeling more like her old self and sassing Ron was always fun. "I don't know… you sure this isn't your loser attempted at getting a girl, a half naked girl at that, to go home with you?" she said with what she hoped was just the right intonation of humor and bitchiness to get under Ron's skin but not enough to actually insult him. "Please like anyone would believe I managed to do it. But if it makes you feel any better I'll give you an alias when I splash the big news on my MySpace page. How do you feel about Candy, or maybe Buffy" Ron joked back happy to see some of Bonnie's spark was back, but also resigned to the fact that since he was the only one around he was going to be getting the blunt end of it.

"By the way, where is that freaky rodent you carry around with you all the time?" Bonnie asked just to keep the good mood going, but when Ron slummed over she was worried she may have accidently stepped on a landmine. "he'swithkimplayingboardgamesforfamilynight" Ron mumbled trying not to make eye contact through the side view mirrors with his passenger who was now curious. "Come on Ronnie, tell where hum… Ralf is. I wanted to say hi" Bonnie pleaded as she held on tighter to Ron making sure he felt her breasts rubbing on his back. It always amazed Bonnie how a guy that was surrounded by cheerleaders every afternoon and had one as a best friend could be so easy to fluster with just a touch; but there it was. She could feel him go so ridged she was worried he may pull a back muscle. "Please Ronnie… pretty please" continued to plead as she rested her head on his shoulders and let her hair tease his neck and ear. "HE'S WITH KIM PLAYING BOARDGAMES FOR FAMILY NIGHT" Ron screamed finally breaking from the unfair assault. "Apparently they need an even amount of people for whatever game they are playing and he managed to talk his way into it. The damn rat managed to weasel his way out of the skunk hunt" he continued his explication waiting for the ripping he was sure would come his way for being out smarted by a mole rat.

Bonnie had to blink a few times as she tried to digest what Ron had told her, it seemed so farfetched but also well within the norm for this strange man that had saved her this night. And all she could do was break out in hysterical laughter.

To Be Continued,