I don't own KP...fortunately, in all probability.
Favor.
The full moon stood over Middleton, as a terrible, hybrid form of man and wolf, drooling and slavering, prepared to devour it's terrified prey.
Nothing could save it. Not from its claws, not from its endless appetite, not from its-
"RONALD STOPPABLE!" The figure turned as the lights came on and fell on the small form of its furious girlfriend. Kim possible looked at the man-wolf and glared at the ruins of the Bueno Nacho, the upturned tins of cheese, the destroyed naco containers, the demolished drink dispensers.
"Grrrrr…." The creature said, defending its last Naco. Kim snarled at that and leaping up, reached behind her and pulled out the bane of the Were's existence.
A Rolled up New York Times (Sunday edition, advertising inset included). Ron's roars turned to screams as Kim plied her weapon.
Whack,
"Did"
Whack!
"You."
Whack!
"Think…"
Whack!
"About…"
Whack!
"What…."
Whack!
"This…"
Whack!
"Is…."
Whack!
"Doing…"
Whack!
"To…"
Whack!
"Me?"
Ron assumed his fully wolf form and whined. Kim Whacked him on the nose again for good measure. She quickly put the chain on his neck and dragged the whining Ron beast out of the destroyed kitchen.
"You're paying for that, Ron Stoppable." Kim said, "And don't try to look at me. I told you not to pet that slavering monster DNAmy had. You'll just have to deal until she can figure out how to turn you back." She continued grumping. "And since you got away and I missed the appointment this afternoon, I'll have to miss class tomorrow!"
Whine.
Fortunately, her father saved the day.
"Miss class! Never! " James Possible said. "I'll take Ron to the vets appointment."
"You rock dad." Kim said thankfully. "Remember, he can't go back to human mode until tonight, but if you're still out, remember to have some clothes."
The vet's office was full of dogs, cats, an iguana and something that looked like a Cyborged Yak. It was, after all, Middleton (Town Slogan: Providing Mad Scientists to the World since 1901!).
James had Ron next to him…although of course he wasn't about to tell the doctor that it was Ron. He'd just listed "rover" as the name of the animal.
But temptation was rising in him…for he could help his daughter, he could protect his daughter. The little old lady next to him who had had to leave with her Pekinese "Deathbull," was the cause for it.
And he fell.
The vet called into the room. "Deathbull and owner?" James got up. Ron looked at him and whined.
"Don't worry, it'll be over soon." He said. Ron followed him, not wanting to anger Kim even more by missing this appointment.
Then.
"So this is the dog here for the Neutering."
"Right!" James said, and then heard Ron.
Growl……
Kim was waiting for her next class, chatting with Monique and Tara when her celphone went off. She quickly grabbed it and looked at it, raising her eyebrows in surprise.
"Hi mom!" Kim said, "What's going-WHAT!" She screeched, bringing traffic in the corridor to a standstill. "Ron did What?"
"Dad's going to have to have how many vaccination shots?"
"Ron's in Quarantine for the next week!?!"
"WHY!" Then she turned pale, red, and purple finally settling on an interesting mottled color.
"Daddy tried to get my BF Neutered?" She opened her mouth, closed it, then looked around at the corridor. There was dead silence. Everyone was looking at her. She glared back. "Oh don't pretend that this hasn't ever happened to any of you!" She said, before turning and storming out.
"Nope." Monique said in the silence that followed, "I can't say it ever has…Thank God."
The end.