Authors/ Notes: Sorry for the delay. More feedback on my other projects has shifted my investment of time management but I haven't forgotten this story. Although I have to wonder about the audience here: most of what I see posted these days is KIGO so I wonder if there's much interest in the "alternative."
A new scene for the new plot thread plus some other adjustments. Excelsior!
The votes for the "Final Five":
Shego – 15 votes
Bonnie – 13 votes
Tara – 13 votes
Vivian – 12 votes
Electronique – 11 votes
Yori – 9 votes
Betty – 7 votes
Amelia – 6 votes
Monique – 6 votes
Joss – 6 votes
Yoshi – 4 votes
Shaula Lesath – 3 votes
Zita - 1 vote
The Ghost of Warmonga – 1 vote
Required Disclaimer: Hey, if the people who really do own the rights to Kim the Possible franchise don't believe that there's any profit to be made from writing new episodes, what makes you think that I'd make any money as I DON'T have any creative or financial rights to the source material? Just a fan faction, NFP tribute, man!
Chapter 36 – Orgy of Doom
"Oh, Anne…" Ron sighed, breathing gently next to her ear. "I want you to listen to me…"
"Yes, Ron…" she murmured, pressing against him and sliding her arms up his back. "Tell me. Tell me what you want…"
He hugged her tightly, fiercely.
And, for a moment, it felt as if his resolve might fail.
Then, a blue glow began to envelop them both and he whispered: "I want you to remember…"
And she did.
RSVP
"I must say, Timothy, that this spandex material is so tight and form-fitting that I might as well go cavorting in public in my birthday suit!"
The former Fearless Ferret actor turned and regarded his newlywed and newly de-aged wife with an appreciative eye. Nancy North, the former Nancy "Nan" Possible and mother to Dr. Mr. Possible and his brother Slim, was hot! As in twenty-something and at the peak of physical perfection hot!
Of course, he didn't look so bad, himself. The Rejuvinator had regressed their aged bodies back to their prime-somewhere in their late twenties if Nancy's costumed curves were any indication.
North had worked out back then to widen his appeal as a budding actor in television and even a couple of movies. Then the role of the Fearless Ferret came along and the studio had provided personal trainers to whip him into extraordinary shape for the show. His physique had weathered the years quite well but the strange ray-gun that Nancy had used on them both had restored all of the vigor and optimal aspects of a younger man at the peak of his health. Muscles bulged beneath his Ferret costume and he felt as if he could whip an entire squad of henchmen with one gloved hand tied behind his back.
But Nan...or Nancy...?
Timothy North was an actor, a man who had been in tip top shape when he took on the role that defined his career and made him an icon for an entire generation (and another to follow thanks to TV Trash Heap). He had been a formidable boxer in college as well as the Marine Corps and then studied Jeet Kun Do under Bruce Lee before the venerable master had died at too young an age. Even if the Fearless Ferret wasn't real, the rejuvinated Timothy North was a formidable force.
But the "real deal" was Nan North née Possible. By the time she was sixteen Nancy had trained with Shaolin monks, becoming adept in the ancient arts of Páng Láng Quán, or Northern Praying Mantis kung fu and Pán Lóng Quán, Striking Dragon Fist. Her studies had not stopped there: she had expanded her knowledge of the various forms over the years that had followed-so much so that she was even able to spar into her seventies, utilizing styles similar to moves that her granddaughter and Shego displayed in their own martial arts combat moves.
Her work during the time of her military service was largely classified: all that her new husband knew was that she was the first woman to complete the U.S. Navy's Underwater Demotion Training, making her, in effect, the equivalent of a Navy Seal just a year or so before the program was officially designated. Building on her training as a Navy pilot, she had gone one to become one of the three top aviatrixes in the world.
It was only by chance that he discovered that she held the rank of LCDR-Lieutenant Commander, ret.
He smiled to think that it was her formidable cooking skills (especially her famous lemon squares) that had caught his attention at first.
But here she was, a young woman again, with the lifetime's accumulation of all of the wisdom and knowledge of a septuagenarian and the body of an Olympic athlete in her prime.
All on display in the skintight costume he had given her to wear as the crime-fighting companion of the Fearless Ferret!
"I can't wear this," she reiterated. "It's bad enough that my granddaughter runs about, baring her belly for the world to see. But this, this body-stocking puts everything on display! You can see my nipples from across the room!"
Timothy North a.k.a. the Fearless Ferret thought she looked magnificent, however, and tried, one last time, to convince her to commit to the matching costume.
She shook her head at his arguments. "Timothy! Never mind that I am uncomfortable with putting myself on display in such a manner...or even more so at the appellation 'Weasel Woman'. These costumes are simply wrong for what we wish to accomplish."
"But...but...Nanikens! The costume of the Fearless Ferret..." He gave her a meaningful look. "...and Ferret Girl, not Weasel Woman...would once more strike fear in the hearts of evildoers everywhere!" He struck a pose in his F.F. costume. Then he coughed. "And, of course, we must keep our true identities a secret in the time-honored tradition of superheroes everywhere..."
"Don't be silly, my love," the no-nonsense young woman chided sweetly. "First of all, the Fearless Ferret was a TV show so real villains will be predisposed to think of your appearance as some sort of prank..."
"At first, maybe," North interrupted.
"...but the whole secret identity thing goes out the window because everybody knows that actor Timothy North played him on TV."
"There was another Ferret," he argued, "just a couple of years ago. Everyone saw that we weren't the same."
"Yes, I know. Young Ronald Stoppable. But he's come back after disappearing last year and, if anything, his profile is higher than it's ever been. The press won't be hunting him, they'll come looking for you. And what happens when they find that Timothy North has been magically transformed into the image of a young Greek god? Secret identity blown!" She crossed her arms across her perky assets. "I have an idea for some new costumes and identities..."
RSVP
"She's at five centimeters," one of the nurses called out.
Next to the bed a monitor began to beep insistently.
"What can I do?" Hirotaka asked wildly.
The doctor and the two nurses ignored him as they hurried around the makeshift hospital room, preparing the patient and monitoring her vitals.
At the center of all of their worried busyness, Yori was still once more.
As if saving every last shred of strength and endurance to see this through to the very end.
A calming hand fell on his shoulder from behind.
"Relax, young man," the barely recognizable voice said from behind him. In just a few weeks the combined forces of the cancer and the chemotherapy had robbed that voice of its rich, deep tone and strong Mediterranean accent.
Señor Senior Senior was a ghost of his former self and so was his voice. Yet, he was on his feet—albeit in his robe and holding onto the pole of the portable IV that went with him everywhere he was able to go. He patted Hirotaka on the shoulder once more and then nudged him toward the bed. "Go and sit with her, son. Hold her hand. Tell her that everything will be all right."
"But what if it isn't?" the young ninja whispered.
The old man sighed. "I have lived many years and have gone through many things, my young friend. One of the few things that I manage to still believe in—even feel more strongly with each passing year—is that it is always better to act and speak hopefully, no matter what may come. If pain and suffering and loss are to come our way, we must no let them steal any of our hope, our joy, our…present…one moment sooner than is absolutely necessary. And should we avert the doom we fear?" He made a slight gesture and the IV going into the back of his hand jiggled like a slackened leash. "Then we wasted time over fears that were but false distractions from our happiness."
Hirotaka gazed at Yori and swallowed. "I cannot help it Senior-san. I am still afraid for her…"
RSVP
Some Philosophies believe that the words that an individual speaks go out into the universe and these expressions quite literally affect their karma in most literal and concrete ways.
Or the other hand, perhaps it was nothing more than a plan by Professor Dementor to utilize mind-control chips to infiltrate "The Bunker" and strike at Ron Stoppable in a manner that he was unlikely to anticipate.
In any event, Ron Stoppable's offhand wish of four years ago was about to come true with a vengeance.
Hounded and surrounded by Fukushima and Lord Montgomery Fiske's monkey ninjas while on an exchange visit to the Yamanouchi school in Japan, he had cried: "Aw, Fuji! Why is it always monkeys? Why can't I ever be attacked by crazed supermodels?"
Now, some four years later, Fukushima was dead and Monkey Fist was as good as. And Ron had overcome his fear of monkeys.
The same could not be said of his fear of scantily clad supermodels. Over a dozen of which were thundering up the warehouse stairs toward the roof even as Ron was force-feeding Anne Possible a barrage of MMP-fueled memories.
And, unlike the old saying about spiders and snakes...
...these international hotties were definitely NOT more afraid of him than he was of them.
RSVP
Kim Possible was in a quandary.
Her recent somewhat ally but also hardcore former foe was proposing an alliance.
Moreover, it was one that cast Shego in the subservient role.
Unfortunately, it was an offer that seemed too good to be true.
The story of her unrequited love for Kim's former partner?
The multiple rejections?
The hurt and frustration of being pushed away resulting in her leaving and seeking a place at Kim's side?
Ridiculous!
…probably…
But two things kept flitting through her head as she worked toward a response.
First, there was the old saw: 'Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.'
And then there was the likelihood that, if she sent her away, Shego would probably go back to Ron…
And that was unacceptable on so many levels.
"Well, Princess?" the would-be traitor asked, her arms crossed in front of her.
"If this is going to work, Kim said, forcing a scowl to mask the sudden plan that was blooming in her brain, "I need to know how good you are at following orders."
"Yeah, sure." Shego frowned back. "Within reason. I'm not jumping off any cliffs just because you say so."
"Of course. Please wait inside for me. I want a word with my former Number Two."
Adrena Lynn pulled back a curtain of drenched hair from her face and pouted. "Boss! You're not gonna—"
"Zip it, Lynn. You seem to keep forgetting who's in charge, here!" Kim snarled. Turning back to Shego she said more politely: "Please. This will just take a moment. Wait for me inside, over by the staircase."
"All right, Kimmie! The new 'tude suits you." Her former nemesis turned and went back into the mansion.
"Boss…I…"
Kim waved away the coming apology. "Don't worry, A. Tell me, quickly: where did we put that Truth Ray you stole last week?"
Adrena Lynn looked startled. Then she began to smile. "You mean…?"
Kim began to morph her appearance into that of a wet and bedraggled Adrena Lynn, drawing on the powers of Camille Leone that were stored in the stone of Aviarius. "Quickly! And make yourself scarce until I'm done."
"Okay, Boss," the original Lynn said with a grin. It's upstairs in the security office on the second floor. In the closet with some other stuff that hasn't been inventoried yet. It's the first weapon in the rack on the left. The first on the left." She nodded over at Kim's cheerleader friends. "What about them?"
The woman who now was a perfect double for the former extreme sports star turned and gave the other girls a brittle smile. "They're going to stay right here and work on their tans. Aren't you, girls?
Marcella, Hope, and Crystal swallowed nervously and nodded vigorously.
"Good." New Adrena Lynn looked at old Adrena Lynn. "Keep an eye on them until I return."
"You got it boss!"
RSVP
Memories slammed into the former neuro-surgeon's head like a cerebral train wreck.
Memories of her daughter…
…as her daughter!
Memories of her husband, Dr. James Timothy Possible!
Memories of herself as Dr. Anne Possible!
And that—no matter how painful the memories of this past year might be—this was her reality, no matter how different she might wish things to be.
Her husband and her sons were gone.
Her daughter was apparently a super-villain now and seemingly bent on destroying her former fiancé, Ron Stoppable.
Ron…
Was anything that she had felt (still felt?) for the incredible young man in her embrace…real?
Or was it just a part of her fading psychosis?
She leaned back and gazed into his warm, brown eyes.
Whatever she had felt—or was still feeling—she couldn't go any farther down this road.
Could she?
It would be wrong…
Maybe wrong-sick.
But…
If Kim didn't want him…
And she was a widow…
An incredibly hot, twenty-five year-old widow…
She shook her head.
She needed to think.
And she couldn't think while staring into the chocolaty depths of those sweet, soulful eyes…
That just turned blue!
"Ron, what—?"
He vanished from her embrace.
Or, rather, he was knocked from her arms by the impact of two brunettes and a redhead wearing undersized bikinis!
His head struck the side of a reinforced, steel exhaust vent. And he went very, very still as a dozen scantily-clad supermodels piled on top of him like a fumbled ball in Superbowl overtime.
RSVP
Shego was looking all about, committing measurements to memory: number of rooms, placement of windows and exits, any kind of intel that she could take back with her once she had wrung every secret plot and plan out the enemy camp.
As of now, she had no plans to return to Ron—'s warehouse on a permanent basis. But she would go back long enough to give Betty and Vivian the info that would help keep him safe. She would do that much…even if it was too painful to remain and be passed over for another.
"Casing the joint?"
Shego's head snapped up as Adrena Lynn entered the hall, still looking like a drowned poodle. "Where's Kimmie?"
"She'll be along," the other woman said. "In the meantime, she asked me to give you the tour."
"The 'tour'?" Shego asked suspiciously.
"Yeah. If you're gonna be the new Number Two, you need to know your way around. And if it's all just a ruse on your part to get information, you'll want a look around, anyway. Shall we go?"
Shego gestured mockingly. "Lead on."
RSVP
Anne stared, horrified, as eight models writhed in a heap on top of the place where Ron had fallen. Four or five more circled the stack, looking for an opportunity to pile on.
At first, she had automatically assumed that Ron was the victim of a fresh contingent of overly enthusiastic fan-girls, each competing to get their "piece" of The Ron-man.
The Ron-man? She shook her head to clear it.
But as unintentionally series as his apparent injury might have been from their group tackle, it was quickly becoming apparent that they were attempting to do him additional harm! She waded into the fray and began hauling supermodel asses off of the pile.
Monique arrived next, followed by Bonnie and Vivian, and then Zita (whose legs were a lot shorter). They stopped and stared as a topless Anne Stoppable got into a fistfight with Kate Upton.
"Help me!" she yelled at them. "Ron's on the bottom and he's hurt!"
Monique cracked her knuckles and ran forward, leaping to execute a diving crossbody full press in the style of her hero, Steel Toe, landing across three Victoria's Secret models and taking them down in a pinfall.
Bonnie tacked a redhead, vicariously imagining that it was her high school cheer squad nemesis and commenced four years of pent up payback for all of the times that Kim had one-upped her.
Vivian thrust her arms out to fire a couple of plasma pulses—and then realized that her bracers were in her workshop recharging. So she ran in swinging.
Big Mike burst onto the roof, followed by Brick who was limping and looked a bit worse for the wear. "What the hell, man!"
"Dude! I so love working here!" the former denizen of Study Hall announced.
Their smiles quickly faded as they heard the sound of an automatic being slide-cocked followed by the report of a single round being fired into the air.
Everyone froze in place.
And turned to look as the diminutive Hispanic girl stepped forward, brandishing a small Glock.
"Everybody step away from the boyfriend!" she ordered.
She held their attention for just two seconds more before everyone returned to the conflict and imploded as a writhing ball of bodies.
RSVP
Over a dozen rooms on the tour, so far, and most of them were either bedrooms, bathrooms, or walk-in closets.
The next room was different, however. Adrena Lynn ushered her into a room with computer monitors, alarm systems, and communications gear.
Shego stepped over to a table holding three screens in a row. One showed an interior of an old lair up in the Rocky Mountains. Another a pan-and-scan of the grounds outside this mansion. The third was a long range zoom of the entrance to Ron's warehouse. Distracted, she didn't immediately turn at the sound of a door opening behind her.
Changing her appearance from Adrena Lynn back to her own, Kim got careless. She did it while opening the door to the closet behind Shego. The sound forced her to hurry so she grabbed the first ray-gun on the left without paying close attention to the storage room's full inventory.
Or the possibility that anyone might have rifled through the inventory since Adrena Lynn last checked.
It certainly never would have occurred to her that her Nana might have sneaked in with her new husband just to borrow the Rejuvinator ray for a moment and, by doing so, left things a little out-of-order when they slipped back out, a good forty-five years younger!
So she only thought she had the Truth Ray powered up and pointed at her nemesis before Shego had even begun to turn around.
RSVP
"Eight centimeters," one of the nurses called. "I think we have a breech!"
The doctor began to swear, a response that Hirotaka did not find at all reassuring.
RSVP
Elizabeth Director arrived on the scene to see Zita Flores riding the shoulders of Adriana Lima and attempting to pistol whip Amber Valletta.
Brick Flagg had Miranda Kerr in a headlock while Big Mike had Brooklyn Decker and Bar Refaeli in similar holds, one arm each. Both were grinning like idiots despite being scratched, bitten, and repeated punched in the kidneys.
Sasha Pivovarova and Natalia Vodianova were sitting on Monique Jenkins and holding on for dear life as she repeatedly tried to buck them off.
Bonnie was turning beet red and applying a double "titty twister" to Candice Swanepoel and Alessandra Ambrosio—one boob each—as Cintia Dicker increased the pressure on the choke-hold she had around the former Queen B's neck.
Vivian was holding off a quartet of lovelies with a series ofte chiang or roundhouse kicks.
Heather and Britina were out cold.
The former head of Global Justice was charging her stun watch when the pile of writhing models began to tremble in counterpoint to the thrashing of shapely limbs. A moment later it exploded, bodies flying everywhere like soft, curvy shrapnel from a "girl grenade".
A lone figure stood at the center of the "blast zone."
Ron Stoppable.
He trembled.
He began to shake.
He flung his head back and his arms wide.
"Ahhhhhh…booya-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" he chortled. "Are the ladies wanting some fun? Well, the Mad Dog has come to play!" And with another gooney bird laugh, he ran to meet a trio of Eastern Bloc beauties, ducking their fists and goosing their rears as he dodged between them.
RSVP
The room was white.
Very, very white!
As was the bed.
And the chair beside the bed.
And the small table on the other side of the bed.
The woman in the bed was white, as well. As was her hair.
She was sitting up and holding a baby in her arms.
The cloth swaddling the child was white as was the infant itself.
Except for a faint tinge of pink that barely showed in the baby's face.
The only other color in the room was the blue of her eyes.
Bright blue.
They seemed to glow with an inner light that grew in brightness and intensity as she looked up and saw him.
She smiled. Beatific. The smile of the Madonna.
"Ron-sama. Come and hold your daughter…"
RSVP
Dr. Amy Hall was fuming as she punched the number into the satellite phone and waited for Professor Dementor to answer. "All of that work!" she ranted. "All of that time lost!"
She ground her teeth as the phone began to ring at the other end. Finally he picked up and she began yelling before he could even finish saying: "This is Otto Demenz…"
"You idiot!" she shrieked. "I give you one simple task! One, solitary errand!" She ignored the one little detail that the errand involved a delivery to her location halfway around the world. "And what did you do?"
Dementor's voice continued speaking as if her rant was nothing more than a rhetorical question: "…I um zorry zat I um not at der home, right now; but if you vill be leafing me a mezzage at der beeping zound…"
"Oh, I'll be leaving you a message, all right, Demento!" DNAmy growled, restarting her rant. "I just opened the cloning tanks and do you know what I found in my first batch?"
RSVP
She was cool to his touch.
Not cold, exactly, but cool enough to concern him.
And then there was the deathly pallor of her skin. And the whiteness of her hair.
But she felt very solid in his embrace and he crawled into bed and lay with her, pressing his body to hers, hoping to share his warmth with her.
And missing her touch very much.
"Are—are you dead, Yori-chan?" he asked quietly.
"No, my love. I have just been…away…for a very long time…" she answered thoughtfully.
He started to cry. "I was sure that you were dead…I didn't…if I had known…I would have moved heaven and earth…"
She laid a cool finger across his lips. "Hush, Saiai. I knew that I was alive and it took me this long to move heaven and earth to come back to you. We are together, now; nothing else matters." She pulled back the wrap to reveal a sleeping infant. "This is your daughter, koishii..."
"Our daughter," he corrected. "She's beautiful!"
"Hai."
"Just like her mother."
Yori giggled. "She has her father's eyes."
At that moment, the sleeping child opened her eyes. Bright blue, glowing orbs gazed up at her father and she broke into a toothless grin.
Ron felt as if his heart would burst with happiness. "My…my…little…" He turned to his wife. "What are we going to name her?'
"What would you like to name her my love? Perhaps something American?"
He shook his head. "She is far too beautiful for a barbarian name. But…love…what are the Japanese words for love?" He clutched his head. "Ah! This is all so sudden!" He grinned ferociously. "I'm a dad!"
"Hai," she agreed, grinning back at him. She reached up and pulled his face down to hers and kissed him gently. "I have had more time to think on this," she whispered. "Perhaps…Ren?"
"Ren?" he echoed. "Ren Stoppable?" He grinned. "Really?"
She smiled and nodded. "If you like. Ren can mean 'romance' or 'love'. It also means 'water lilly'."
"Water lilly?"
"Hai. More specifically: 'lotus'."
"Ohhhhh! Man! I must be dreaming!"
RSVP
"It's a nightmare," the mad (and now very angry) geneticist rasped, her voice hoarse after her screaming tirade at Dementor's answering machine. "And I don't know what to do about it!"
Her satellite phone beeped as the battery died and the connection was lost.
"Well then, let me make a suggestion," one of the clones said. "I'm hungry. How about some food?"
"Dude," another clone addressed the first, "we're all hungry. Because we're...like, you…"
And you're like us," added the third.
"Because we're, like, clones," the fourth summed up.
All four turned and looked at her with…with…that expression! She hated it four years ago and seeing it now—at this time of overwhelming frustration and exasperation—didn't make it any better. In fact, it was literally four times worse, now.
"You have got to be kidding me!" she growled.
All four shook their heads in unison.
"Note serious faces," the quartet of Ron Stopables answered in unison.
ABOUT THE TITLE: Really? Does "Orgy of Doom" require any explanation?
REVIEWS FOR CHAPTER 36
KinZer0 9/2/13 . chapter 36
Its weird seeing such an entertaining story with more reviews, but I guess there's too many people like me who don't rev every chapter.. Cabt wait for the nect chapter brosauce
I'm assuming you meant to say "without more reviews" and, yes, I really wish I was getting more reader feedback. When I'm in rewrite mode, it's easy to crank out a re-edited chapter every couple of days (mostly). Now that I'm back to creating complete chapters with all new material, it's harder and slower. I confess that I am more motivated to stay up late, skip lunches, or sacrifice time on my holidays and weekends when I'm getting more reviews & feedback. When it's less? I have other writing projects that promise more (financially) rewarding returns. This I do for fun. And it's more fun when the readers are more engaged. I have several regulars here who post comments or reviews for most if not all chapters and I dearly appreciate them. Others post here and there and that's cool. But, c'mon you lurkers out there who never comment: surely an occasional review is worth the Ronalicious goodness that now is the equivalent of 4 novels in word-count. More reviews actually do equal less time between updates. Word. R~13
CajunBear73 9/3/13 . chapter 36
This is not going to go well, on so many fronts.
CB73
Oh, you are soooo right, CB! It's the equivalent of weaponizing the famous Stoppable pants-dropping factor and multiplying it by a factor of five. And that's just the clone issue! R~13
Uberscribbler 9/3/13 . chapter 36
We've been waiting how many months for this update...months and months of speculation as to what-will-happen-next...and *THIS* is what the author gives us?
Easily. Worth. Every. Second. Of. Waiting!
Why? Let me count the ways.
First, the author continues to twist and turn the standard tropes and clichés of behavior on their ear. Zita's failing to get the supermodels to back off and the image of a construction worker struggling to get a crazed supermodel in a headlock are but two more prominent examples.
Second, Kim fooling Shego during the tour like she did underscores this ain't our normal KP, a point that needs reminding every now and then.
Finally, the ending of the chapter. The horror, oh the horror!
Awaiting the next dose of madness.
Glad you liked it U. Because I need to make another rewriting pass through all of the chapters so it will be a while before Chapter 37. Kidding! Kidding! I think... R~13
the Desert Fox 9/3/13 . chapter 36
"For I am a healer and that is what I do."- Dr. Crane
"And WE are PANTSERS..."- Cliff
"THAT is what WE do."- Norm [Frasier runs]
Good chapter. So let's see if I got this straight, not the whole chapter mind you. Ron's up on his "house". He's also with Yori (alt. universe?) and there are 4 clones of Ron. The song "Slim Shady" comes to mind. Fuji? The POW from McHale's Navy? Valleta is spelled with two "l's", Adrenna Lynn has no "e" Ren a nod to Renee Stevens, aka Christy Carlson Ramano?
Okay, this is the review from several chapters back. Unfortunately I don't recall what. (Ch. 33): Should it read, "It wasn't unusual for Ron Stoppable…." So Ron didn't faint. Nuts. I liked that part where Shego's at the grave yard. At least Vivian wasn't trying to pants Ron. Really, Yori is more interested in sex, than what just happened? And she calls herself Ron's wife. While I like Ron as being goofy, and slightly dim-witted, I like this Ron as well. Kind of reminds me of how Ron was during that Christmas episode where he went to defeat Drakken by himself, but a little smarter and less goofy.
You know as I'm reading this, I'm seeing that not only is Ron changing and evolving, but the girls are too. Shego is becoming nicer and more caring as is Bonnie. Yeah there personalities might not completely change, and I hope they don't, it's interesting to see how Shego and Bonnie have developed caring emotions after being around Ron. In high school, Bonnie wouldn't have cared that Ron almost had his bell rung, and now she does. I don't think its high school I think it's more being around Ron.
Goggled? I think sweat dropped works better. Could we get a translator as to what Doctor Dementer is saying? Most of the time I can't make heads or tails what he's saying. They have? Hmm, well to a certain degree they have, as they are looking forward to seeing Kim again. After all it appears that they were much closer to Kim than Amelia was, so it would look that way. Frankly I was just concerned about their well-being. Thanks for the explanation. I do look forward to yelling "Mash potato" when it does happen. Well, you did mention MEGAS, so I figured you did.
Well, by following the real version of harem, you would be rebelling against the common held beliefs here, but this is your fic. As for canon characters, you could have Smash Mouth pop up some where. Have them standing around in the background observing what's going on or better yet, have Christy Carlson Romano, Will Friedle, Tahj Mowry, John DiMaggio and Nicole Sullivan hanging around in the background.
1. Not so much an alternate universe as the unconscious mind link that he shares with Yori. While Ron is unconscious (head bang during tackle) he's with his comatose wife (remember his waking dreams?) and meanwhile ole Zorpox is gonna pick up some slack in the waking world.
2. Alas, no; more like Mount Fuji, although you'd have to ask the writers of that particular episode as the quote is lifted directly from the series. (Pretty sure it's not a reference to the camera film-pre-digital-either.)
3. Amber and Adrena are now fixed. Thanks! Wanna be my Beta?
4. Nope. Ren is just a Japanese name that can mean love or water lilly (lotus); both of which seem appropriate here. Plus Ren & Ron Stoppable have a nice matched sound.
5. Fixed the "It wasn't unusual..." sentence in Chap. 33. Like I said: wanna be my Beta?
6. I chalk it up more to exhaustion than an unmanly swoon.
7. Shego is going through an arc of change in these stories just as Ron (believe it or not) went through an arc of change in the series. I mean, Kim is pretty much the same girl from episode 1 to the last episode of the series except she gets over the hotties and wakes up to Ron. (Although Ron was almost as oblivious to Kim up until the moodulator incident). But Ron learned to overcome his phobias (especially the monkey one), learned to communicate with giant insects, got his very own villainous nemesis, learned monkey kung fu and became the chosen one...etc., etc., etc. Kim was the baseline, Ron was the guy always running the obstacle course. Now we get to see that Shego isn't just a one-dimensional bad "guy". Drakken, either. And yeah, Ron and all of the Middleton High alumni are growing up and maturing a little. Of course, I'm still trying to keep a fair share of the original "Ron-ness" for our maturing Mr. Stoppable. He can still appear to miss some of the social cues and be a bit of a goof but, away from the long shadow cast by his former partner, he is stepping up.
8. Yeah Vivian's a little miffed at Ron in Chap 33-as are most of the girls. And Yori has been lost in the "fog" for months, only her single-minded obsession for finding her way back to her husband has made it possible for her to transcend the barriers of time and space to reconnect to him...so her intense focus on intimacy and a physical connection might border on the obsessive right now.
9. I'm sorry: you've lost me on the "sweat dropped" comment. Read Dementor's lines out loud (or whisper them) and I think his meaning comes right through.
10. The discovery that the "real" Kim may be a "supervillain" hasn't reached the girls in Big Daddy's stronghold so, of course, they're going to be happy to be turned over to her. Amelia-besides not being a former, fellow cheerleader-sees Big Daddy as her means to Ron's heart as she believes that catching Duff Killigan will set her apart from the rest of the herd. She's ambitious and already demonstrated that she'll put in the extra work for getting his attention. I feel sorry for B.D. because Amelia views him as a "tool" for her ambitions.
11. Harem, schmarem: we'll see what we call this confused jumble of alliances, relationships, and fulfilled and unrequited feelings when the dust finally settles. (And count the bodies...)
12. I know who "Smashmouth" is...but I don't recognize any of those other names... (LOL Just kidding!) R~13
King of Anachronisms 9/4/13 . chapter 36
Ron clones? Look out world, the Ron-man has multiplied and ready to wreak havoc. Also my final five are Bonnie, Yori, Yoshi, Zita, and Hana. Yes, Hana. Super-tot FTW
Hail to the King, Baby! Show of hands, folks: who has ever seen a movie, show, or read a story/book about cloning where it's ever turned out to be a good idea? Uh huh, uh huh! Now add in the "Ron" factor and multiply. Wreak havoc? Cry havok! And loose the Rons of...MORE! R~13
masterbow 9/10/13 . chapter 36
Ah my idea has come and it was awesome thank you. Oh god here comes the clones here comes the clones
You're welcome. And, hey: there are only four clones...so far... R~13
Sentinel103 9/10/13 . chapter 36
Now we have a baby, four extra Ron's, a whole bunch of wiggling super models (not wearing much BTW) a conniving anti-Kim. Damnnnnnnn Rippey you're really getting into this.
ST-103
Not yet...but I will eventually. ;-) R~13
DROdd 9/10/13 . chapter 36
Great,I love Ron,s harem stories,I hope Riplakish will do more,My Other favorite character other then Ron,is Zuko from Avatar:the last airbender,I hope Riplakish do a Zuko,s harem story.
My top 5 Girls for Ron are Kim,Shego,Yori,Tara and Bonnie.
I hope each girl have a full lemon with Ron.
Thanks for the vote of support DROdd! Alas, I only have a passing acquaintance with the Avatar series so I'm not really equipped to do any kind of serious fan fiction there. And I think I've already mentioned that the RSVP saga will probably be my last...assuming I can see it through to the end. But I hope to go out with a hell of a bang. (No double-entendre necessarily intended). R~13
cybercorpsesnake chapter 36 . 11/1/14
Nice chapter. Keep up the good work.
Thanks! R~13