Author's/Notes 1: With this chapter the RSVP Saga passes the 440,000 word mark! Plus, RSVP I & RSVP II are tied at 369 Reviews each! Yet I still can't seem to score a nomination for a "Fannie"...le sigh...
The votes for the "Final Five":
Shego – 16 votes
Bonnie – 16 votes
Tara – 14 votes
Vivian – 12 votes
Yori – 12 votes
Electronique – 11 votes
Amelia – 6 votes
Betty – 7 votes
Joss – 6 votes
Monique – 6 votes
Yoshi – 5 votes
Shaula Lesath – 3 votes
Zita – 2 vote
Hana – 1 vote
The Ghost of Warmonga – 1 vote
Required Disclaimer: Fan. Fiction. ('Nuff said.)
Chapter 37 – Friendly Fire
It was like there were four Ron Stoppables instead of just one!
No matter which way the supermodels turned, HE was there! And there was no escape: bottoms were goosed, breasts were fondled, nipples were tweaked, necks were nibbled, bellies were licked, navels were poked, ears—OMG—ears were tongue-raped!
The hunters had suddenly become the hunted!
Ron's allies were a little slow to recognize the battle's turn and suffered a few incidents of "friendly fire" before they were able to withdraw from the field.
'Honk, honk!"
"Ronald!"
"Sorry, Betty-D! Nice bazookas, by the way; always wanted to test-fire 'em!"
"Stoppable! What the hell?"
"Nice glutes, Bon Bon! Ya got badical cleavage both coming and going!"
"Holy crap!" Big Mike exclaimed. "I heard of it but I ain't actually never seen it!"
"We're seein' it now," Brick confirmed with a grin. "Stopps is wearing Zita like a hat! Or mebbe a sombrero!"
The Hispanic hottie bobbed above the fray, peppering the air with strings of unintelligible oaths and profanities. But she was grinning like a demented hyena.
"Holy—" Monique shrieked. "That's not what 'off the rack' means, Ron!"
There is a saying that the best battle plans go up in smoke the moment that the first shot is fired. In this instance, the hypnotic programming that Professor Dementor had instilled in the minds of his supermodel strike-force was crumbling. Understandably, nothing could long stand firm in the face of the awesomeness made up of the body and battle experience of Ron Stoppable…currently being driven by a very motivated Zorpox the Conquerer.
And ooooohhhh! So many jiggly bits all around him just so ripe for…the conquering!
"Ah ha, ah ha, ah boooooooooyahahahahaha!"
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"Is this important?" one of the Ron-clones asked as he held up a broken circuit board. He had instinctively gutted the cloning machine the way he always neutralized any doomsday device he might run across in a villain's lair.
DNAmy continued to press the button on her Agonizer™ remote as she poured over the readouts from the most recent clone-sequencing. "I don't understand!" she screeched in frustration. "Why isn't this working? The Agonizer™ should have brought you to your knees the first time I pressed the button!"
"Have you checked the batteries?" another Ron-clone asked, helpfully.
"I just put fresh ones in less than an hour ago!" she hissed through clenched teeth.
"Maybe you put them in backwards," a third Ron suggested. "Want me to check for you?"
"No!' the geneticist yelled. "The little red light comes on each time I press the button! All of you should have been unconscious more than ten minutes ago!"
"How come?" a couple of them asked—she wasn't sure which two.
"There is a juncture for the occipital nerve at the base of the skull—" She suddenly threw up her hands. "You probably don't even know what I'm talking about!"
"Sure," they all said. "That's where Wade had us chipped."
"WHAT!"
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Ron Stoppable—the original, that is—was still in the mysterious White Room with his beloved wife Yori and their infant daughter. He wasn't sure how long he had gazed into the eyes of his daughter Ren. At some point, however, it occurred to him to ask questions. Like…
"When was she born?"
"She has not been born, yet, Husband," Yori told him. "But it will be soon, now."
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Meanwhile, back on Señor Senior Senior's island…
"Ten centimeters! She really wants to have this baby!" the nurse exclaimed.
"Not yet," the doctor grunted. "If I don't get the baby turned…"
"BP dropping!" the other nurse announced.
"Mother or child?"
"Both!"
The doctor sighed. "Prep a tray. Richardson retractor and bladder blade. Clamps: needle drive, kocher and hemostats. Adson, Russian, and pick-up forceps with teeth. Scissors. Staplers. Scalpel with a number ten blade. And inventory our patient's blood supplies; whole as well as plasma."
Hirotaka read the anxiety on the faces of Señor Senior, Senior's medical staff and felt a chill run down the length of his body.
"A caesarian, Doctor?" the first nurse asked. "Do we really have the facilities here?"
"If I can't get this baby turned, we may have no choice."
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Motor Ed tightened the last bolt securing the secondary thrusters to the rearward sections of the vehicle's frame.
While deeply satisfied with the redesign of the primary and secondary engines of what he intended to be the ultimate mode of transportation, he was frustrated with the amount of time it was taking to acquire the parts he needed while concealing the project from "Red" who had taken his Aunty Z
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Shego had walked into the lion's den—make that lioness's den—with her eyes wide open.
It was a calculated risk. And, although recent events had her feeling more reckless now, she wasn't inclined to be outright stupid. She was hyperaware as her "guide" took her on a tour of Kim's temporary HQ.
She had dealt with Adrena Lynn a couple of times over the years and Kim Possible more times than she could count. She knew their body language and how each carried herself—in a fight and out.
Even aside from the intel on the gemstone of Aviarius that the former redhead carried in the deep cup of her navel, Shego quickly noticed that the still drenched-looking Adrena Lynn, fresh from her dunking in the pool outside, did not actually drip water on the carpet as she walked. Nor did she seem inclined to pick up a towel from one of the many bathrooms they passed on the tour.
So Shego wasn't particularly surprised to see Kim Possible pointing a ray gun at her when she turned around from looking at the security monitors. She had, in fact, caught the reflection in the glass surface of the monitor showing her nemesis pulling the weapon out of the closet behind her and transforming herself back into her current appearance while her Shego's back was turned.
She crossed her arms in front of her chest and, with a look of bored disdain, said: "So, Kimmie; you're a back-shooter now?"
Kim—already a little tweaked that her prisoner didn't seem particularly cowed—nearly lost it. "Why does everybody assume that I'm a back-shooter!* Getting the drop on you does not make me a back-shooter!"
Shego arched an eyebrow. "Getting the drop? Really? I already walked in here and offered myself up to you. You don't have to pretend that you've captured me." She spread her hands in a dismissive gesture. "I'm already here."
"You're up to something! I know it!" Kim fumed. "That's why I'm going to give you a taste of your very own Truth Ray!" Her left eye began to twitch as she remembered the humiliation that she had suffered when Drakken and Shego had used the ray on her back in high school.
Shego had a brief "oh shit" moment as she contemplated her adversary sussing out her real purpose in coming here. But then she looked down and felt a smile of relief cross her face.
"Sorry, Punkin', but before you go and disintegrate me you might want to check your armament. That's not Doctor D's Truth Ray."
It was a trick. An old one, even. But there had been more than one ray gun in the closet and she had been in a hurry…
Kim glanced down for a brief second before locking her gaze on Shego again.
And Shego saw the truth in Kim's eyes despite her attempt to mask it.
Kim had grabbed the wrong weapon!
Kim knew it!
And Shego knew that Kim knew it!
And Kim knew that Shego knew that Kim knew it.
(And so on...)
And then a thought occurred to Kim.
She knew that it wasn't the Truth Ray that she had Adrena steal a couple of weeks back. But she still recognized the odd grip with the maroon, heart-shaped barrel. She glanced back down to make sure that the safety was off and that her thumb was actually on the trigger.
Shego saw the small victorious expression flit across her captor's face and, as Kim's eyes dropped back down for that instant's appraisal, Shego made her move.
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"Vat are you doink?" Dementor bellowed from the roof access doorway. "Dere is chust von of him! Und de rest is chust girls!"
The supermodels faltered in their attempts to retreat. After all, a number of the other women had pulled back. And their target was just a man…
…wasn't he?
And every supermodel worth her salt was more than adept at handling men. Any number of men.
And this was just one man…
…wasn't he…?
"Ah-ha ah-ha ah-boo-yahahahahahahahaha!"
MAYBE NOT!
And then...
...there was the sound of music!
It suddenly fell upon their ears.
From above!
All eyes looked up, turned about, focused on a small simian form crouched atop a chimney.
A monkey.
With a portable DVD player.
Playing a jaunty, bouncy tune.
It was a tune that many mothers would have recognized instantly.
"Oh my God," Britina muttered dazedly. The teen pop sensation was not a mother but she had been a babysitter. "Who's playing The Flippies?"
"Fippies!" Hana shrieked, bounding out of the enclosed monkey habitat on the far side of the roof. Pouring out behind her followed a black tide of keikobi wearing monkeys. In moments, the furry army was swarming the supermodels while the toddler clapped her hands and hopped about, coincidentally mirroring the screaming, Watusi-dancing, glam-girls who were frantic to get away now.
But it was too late.
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"What's the matter, Possible? Afraid to engage in the ultimate battle of wits?" The annoying woman folded her arms and smirked.
Larry Possible frowned as he considered Charlotte's challenge. "You say Kim set this up?"
"Yes. So that's two against one. Odds not good enough for you?"
"But it's not my birthday," Kim's cousin protested. "Why would she go to all of the trouble of setting up another RPG?* I aced the last one so there's hardly going to be any challenge in a repeat scenario."
Charlotte scowled. Considering that she and Justine Flanner were nearly an even match in the Frowny Face department, this was no small accomplishment. "The first time out was merely the opportunity to take your measure. Now that she knows that you can handle a Class-C villain with a couple of henchmen, she wants to see if you can take on a global game of villainous chess and really prove your mettle."
"And what would be my incentive to wasting my time on an RPG rematch in my cousin's lame-o sphere of operations?"
"Well, let's see, Larry…" Her voice fairly dripped with sarcasm as the held up a succession of fingers as she went down the list. "Playing with a veritable storehouse of realistic props and gear. Taking on a challenge that's so complex that I don't believe that even you can bring to a victorious conclusion. Matching wits with a superior adversary…" She grinned at him in unmistakable challenge. "And…" Her smile grew even wider. "…a chance to win a date with the girl of your dreams if you actually are able to beat the odds and somehow pull a win out of impossible circumstances." She batted her eyes at him, hoping to underscore that last incentive.
Larry's smile grew in turn as his thoughts turned to the delectable Bonnie Rockwaller…a fair prize for his victory in the coming RPG simulations.
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The very second that Kim glanced down again, Shego flicked a tiny green ball of plasma off of the end of her finger, buying another second's worth of distraction on top of that, giving her the time to snap a kick at the former heroine's midsection.
Kim bent at the waist to take the force out of the kick, putting the weapon she held within reach of the former villainess. The short, heart-shaped barrel ended up pointing at the ceiling as the two women struggled for possession of the weapon.
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"Let me—"
"Us," another clone corrected.
"Right. Let us get this straight," another Ron continued, giving DNAmy another dose of "Serious Face". "You cloned us to help you dig under Mount Yamanouchi so you could retrieve your petrified boyfriend—"
"Monkeyfist," another Ron clarified.
"And you figured that a bunch of Ron's was the best way to do that?"
As the geneticist nodded, another clone jumped up and started looking at his arms and legs as if he might be covered in crawling insects. "Aw, man! Did you like alter our DNA in any way to make us better diggers?"
"Aaiiee!" another yelled. "Are my hands going to turn into gopher paws? Tell me you didn't mess with our Ron-ness!"
Four very angry faces turned to her now: "Serious Face" was so in the rear view mirror now.
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Big Daddy Brotherson glanced out of the window of his home office and staggered back a couple of steps.
She was doing it on purpose, he thought with a groan.
Oh sure! First it had been the sunbathing out by the pool.
Except, her lounge chair was always positioned right outside of his bedroom window.
In the mornings, that is!
He was a late sleeper while she always seemed to be up at the crack of dawn.
She was industrious.
Driven…
By the time he was out of bed, she was out by the pool, but even closer to his bedroom window than she was to the water's edge.
And turned lengthways so that he had a panoramic view of her long, lean body stretched out in all of its bronzed glory!
It was torture!
And he suspected—no—he knew that she knew it!
And that wasn't all! By the time he had repaired to his home office by midmorning, she had relocated, too!
Again to right outside his window.
Where she proceeded to do Yolates! Or whatever it was called when you combined Yoga and Pilates…
So!
Much!
Stretching!
And…arching…ooohhhhhh.
He was constantly turning up the air conditioning to cool down his hot flashes!
And then she had taken it one step further.
First it was her swimsuit top.
It came off.
Well, he'd thought, it wasn't like he hadn't been to the occasional topless beach…
But her bikini bottoms followed a day after!
And when he tried to say something to her, she had said something about tan-lines and then asked if it made him uncomfortable and did he want her to…cover up?
Oh God!
No.
But it was driving him crazy!
And now it wasn't just nude sunbathing. It was…nude…Yolates!
He felt another round of heart palpitations coming on.
That was it! She was trying to kill him!
She would just keep upping the torment until he had a heart attack or a stroke!
Of course, now that she had no more clothing to remove, how could she possibly top naked Yolates?
As if in answer to this last question, she was suddenly standing right there on the other side of his desk, drinking an iced tea to cool down from the heat outside.
The glass in her long, tapered fingers was wet with condensation and the moisture that beaded and ran down the outside of its transparent surface matched the rivulets of sweat that decorated her burnished body like a fine lacework of liquid jewels. Moisture trickled down fleshy slopes and drooled from her pouting navel, causing him to start perspiring, himself.
And then she proved that a gorgeous, wet, naked woman could take it to the next level without speaking or coming any closer.
She lowered the glass from her full, perfect lips. Brought the ice-filled tumbler across her front and then rubbed its cold, outer surface against her nipples.
First the left one.
Then the right.
Then she took another drink, tipping the glass back for a long swallow.
Condensation from the glass pattered across the tops of her breasts and her nipples were large and engorged now.
Big Daddy Brotherson was devastated.
He sank down on rubbery legs and collapsed into his chair with a groan.
Her eyes did not seem to notice but she finally spoke.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Amelia?" he said hoarsely.
"I want to go shopping."
"Shopping? For clothes?"
She shook her head slowly. Took another drink. Moved the glass down and rubbed it against her tummy, cooling herself down…down…dow—
"Take me shopping at HenchCo," she cooed.
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"So, what is this place?" Ron asked his beloved.
"I do not know, husband." She snuggled against him. "I wandered in the mists and the fog and the darkness for so long. At times I could sense you…almost see you. At other times I caught glimpses of those around you, those where were close to you. And…" She turned her face away.
"And?" he asked, turning her face back to his.
"I—I found that there were some—two mostly—that I could 'touch'…and…through them…I could feel…and touch…you…"
"What do you mean?"
And slowly, hesitantly, she began to tell him of the times that she was with him, through the dreams and then the flesh of others.
When she was done, he pulled her closer and held her wordlessly for a time.
"After the last time I was with you, you banished me to a white room…" she added eventually. "I know that I shouldn't have stayed so long, but I was lonely for you, Beloved. I hoped that you would eventually see the truth of my presence in her eyes but you did not. And all that I accomplished for my stubbornness was to bring more suffering to all three of us. I have left that white room so you must go back and free Kyoko Yoshiko as soon as you can!"
"I will. But I must ask, can you come to me through her…again? Or through others?" He slapped his forehead. "Why would you need to? Just tell me where you are and I will come find you!"
She smiled but it was a sad smile. "I do not know where I am…except I am here. When I fled her mind and body, I woke up here." She looked down. "I was holding my daughter. I do not know what or where this place is, except it is not the fog or the mists or the darkness. Perhaps it is Heaven's Waiting Room. Perhaps, now that I have found you and you have found me, this is where the spirits have made a waiting place for us until you can find us in the flesh…"
"And I will move heaven and earth to find you, Yori!" he said. "I promise you that!"
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The doctor stepped back and stripped off his gloves.
"BP rising to normal levels," a nurse reported. "Mother and child."
"Thank God," he exclaimed, stripping off his mask and cap as he stepped to the sink. "The baby is turned and out of distress."
"Should I put the caesarian tray away?" the other nurse asked.
"No. No…" He began washing his hands. "I think we're out of the woods, now, but I like to be prepared for any changes in circumstances." He ran a small towel under the faucet and dabbed at his face and neck. "It shouldn't be too long now." He looked around. "Maybe you should find Mr. Hirotaka and tell him that his friend appears to be out of danger."
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"Well…that was interesting…" Betty Director said as she stood the edge of the roof and watched the herd of supermodels fleeing down the streets below. She turned and took in the sight of her fellow compatriots and found that the sight was nearly as interesting as the sight of their retreating assailants.
The other women from the warehouse had acquitted themselves admirably in battle and she was already reassessing her picks for the Possibilities Project—primarily adding a number of names that she hadn't considered before. However, the girls would need a lot of additional training: not every foe or criminal would pose the same "threat" as a group of randy beauty queens.
In the meantime, everyone needed a shower and a change of clothes. Especially the clothes. Everyone seemed to be wearing rags: shredded shirts, torn pants, and Anne Possible seemed to only have a pair of bikini bottoms left to her.
And Ron…
He had ripped away the remains of his shirt and now stood like a Greek god in tattered cargos. He had disappeared nearly a year ago with a body that was starting to show the effects of his globetrotting adventures as well as those as a Middleton Varsity Football Legend. He had returned as a young man with additional inches to his height, chest, and biceps. These past few weeks she had noticed that he was spending time down in the area designated as the future gymnasium, working out before there were even enclosed walls and more modern workout equipment. Working off the stress, working out the frustrations, trying to take his mind off his losses, his griefs…
And preparing for the time that he would hunt Duff Killigan to bring him to justice.
That extra work was on display right now with his skin gleaming under a sheen of perspiration—not all of which was his! Scratches and bite marks were scattered across his chest, abs, and arms but he seemed unconcerned as he used the rags of his shirt to wipe his face and forearms, and then began dabbing at the smudges of dirt and dust he had picked up from rolling around on the roof.
Everyone else was staring now.
He paused as he noticed the attention. "What? Haven't you ever seen nipples before?" He grinned roguishly. "I'm seein' more than a few right now!"
There was a collective chorus of Eeps! Arms crossed over bosoms. And a general exodus from the roof.
Anne Possible, who probably had the least coverage and the most incentive to leave quickly, hung back until the others had mostly cleared the exits.
One arm was draped across her spectacular breasts but, other than that, she seemed pretty laissez-faire about the whole near-nudity thing. "Ronald," she said, approaching him, "we should probably talk…"
He smiled at her. There was something in his eyes that seemed a little off and his gaze seemed to rest on the swell of her bosom a few seconds longer than she would have expected from the Ron that she knew.
But his smile seemed to turn kinder and he nodded toward the exit.
"As much as you like, Annie. But, if it can wait, I'd like to get cleaned up. How about you?"
"Yes." She started to turn.
"I know it's supposed to be 'ladies first' but maybe I should lead the way." He flashed her a grin as he moved ahead of her. "Less distracting for me, you know."
She followed him to the exit feeling a little flush of pleasure at his complement. And a slightly unsettled feeling in the pit of her stomach…
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One moment Ron Stoppable was staring at his daughter.
And the next moment she was fading from his sight.
From his grasp.
"What just happened?" he asked his beloved wife.
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"Would you like to hold her?" the nurse asked Hirotaka.
As he took the freshly bundled newborn into his arms he looked over at the peacefully sleeping mother. "Is Yori all right?"
The doctor nodded as he removed a fresh pair of gloves. "Aside from the persistent comatose state, she seems to be doing fine. It was a surprisingly easy birth. Amazing, even. Blood pressure is normal. Mother and child are doing just fine. Who knows, perhaps now that her pregnancy has come to full term and is finished, she might even wake up, soon."
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When the weapon discharged, Shego wasn't exactly sure where the barrel was pointing. The light in front of her eyes turned to a bright, warm rosy maroon with brief pulses of orange and yellow.
But that was it.
No heat or cold.
No tingling.
Nothing felt particularly different…
…until the ray gun smacked her painfully in the chest.
That was because Kim had let go of it.
The next thing she knew, her opponent was all over her!
"Oh my gawd! Shego! Are you all right? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Kim was touching her solicitously. Putting her hands in more intimate zones. Rubbing…
"What are you doing?" Shego growled, pushing the redhead away.
Kim made no attempt to grab the ray gun—though she did step back in. Close.
"I—I was just checking to see if you were all right," she answered. "It looked like it hurt." She looked up and batted her eyes at her new "best friend." A hand reached out and stroked her midriff. "I'd like to make it feel…better…"
Shego took another look down at the ray gun's heart-shaped barrel. A slow smile spread across her face.
"Kimmie, this could be the start of a beautiful friendship."
"Just…friendship?"
A/N 2: * RPG (Roll Playing Game) Larry referring to the events in Larry's Birthday
A/N 3: * Back in chapter 14 of RSVP II.
A/N 4: Next up: "That Kigo Chapter" (Hey, I warned you what would happen if the lurkers didn't start doing their part.)
REVIEWS FOR CHAPTER 37
Guest 9/20/13 . chapter 37
Well, this lurker has been scared into posting out sheer terror. Good going.
Too late! But maybe your response can help lessen the fallout... R~13
Uberscribbler 9/21/13 . chapter 37
What the what?
This whole chapter is even *more* demented than the whole of book one. *Plus* the 36 chapters that preceded it!
And did I not say that making Han the jonin of simian shinobi was recipe for epic unpredictability and horror!?
Speaking of horror...four genetic duplicates of Ron? Even for Dementor, that's demented. Repairing a nuclear reactor with a hammer and chisel during meltdown is a safer move.
Demented, psychosis-inducing, and so ridiculous its impossible to look away. This storyline has it all.
So, how soon before the next update?
Oh, Uber...you should be far more jaded by now. And, again, I shall conveniently blame you for putting the whole Hana as monkey jonin into my toolbox of madness (just as you don't hand a chainsaw to demented redneck leather-face wearing cannibal-bad things will be a result).
Horror? I thought a couple of readers suggested cloning Ron would be a great solution to the too many girls problem. How could this not be a good thing? (grins evilly)
Has it all? Oh no. Not yet...
It will be awhile before I can write the next chapter: I've misplaced my lesbian sex manual. ;-) R~13
The Desert Fox 9/21/13 . chapter 37
Danggit Bobby. That boy ain't right. – Hank Hill
No, he ain't! ;-)
Good chapter. Zorpox has the lamest laugh of all the villains. Ah, now it makes a little bit more sense. With Ron, Yori and little Renee, er I mean Ren. The Sound of Music: starring Julie Andrews and Christopher Plummer. Wait, do we even know which side of the family, Cousin Larry (smirks) belongs to? I would hazard a guess that he's on Mrs. Stoppable's side. But that's just me. Well, that was disappointing. I would've thought that he'd want Charlotte. Note: Serious Face. Something that Sirius would never do. So the models ain't staying. Drat.
Hmmmmm...The Sound of Music with characters from Kim Possible playing all of the parts...interesting. Maybe it will turn up in RSVP IV: The Kimarillion. Right now I'm planning on Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy making an appearance. (Sort of) Naw: Larry's gotta be from Kim's dad's side. But I think he's previously expressed an interest in Bonnie. Or maybe that's Fanon instead of Canon. Sorry about the models. Maybe they'll wander back in at some point: after all, Ron's soooo lonely... ;-)
1) I'll take your word for it; 2) I think I knew that, just like to have a little fun with the author; 3) No; 4) Nuts; 5) No; 6) To quote Billy Joel, "You may be right"; 7) I don't think Ron was oblivious to Tara, the writers never really bothered. Actually they never really had any girl show any real interest in Ron except for Zita (which didn't work out) and Yori (was she trying to get Kim to realize her feelings for Ron?). Actually I already knew they weren't one dimensional, two dimensional yes, but not one, ha-ha. Actually most of villains in the series aren't that bad. They have standards, morals etc. Heck I was even surprised when Drakken and Duff were upset with Kim for lying to her parents. 8) That maybe, but other ghosts, spirits etc. that I've read about or seen in on TV or in movies aren't obsessed with sex, except Tom Cruise in Ghost, but he's a putz. 9) Sweat-dropped. It's what cartoon characters, notably the Teen Titans, and Anime characters do when one character says or does something embarrassing. 10) Herd? Really? That's just not right. 11) One writer in his writing uses the term coven instead of harem. 12) They are the voice actors for: Kimberly Ann Stoppable (Even Stevens), Ronald Stoppable (Boy Meets World), Wade (Smart Guy), Dr. Drakken (Futurama, Ben Ten and Madagascar) and Shego (Secret Saturdays, Penguins of Madagascar, King of Queens and Rita Rocks).
8) But if Yori ('s body) is still alive, is she technically a ghost? 10) Sorry. Now I'm sufficiently "cowed". 11) Ooooooo: coven... 12) I knew that; I just like to have a little fun with the reviewer.
Yes, I know a really long review.
Eh, not that long... R~13
CajunBear73 9/21/13 . chapter 37
Oh boy, from Zorpox running free (even though his 'presence' probably turned the tide of battle...) to a Kigo Ray?
Not a "Kigo" Ray per se, but the "Love" Ray that Wade made to use on Monique. And which quickly got out of hand. The last we saw of it was Olivia using it on Wade during the episode's end credits.
So many tugs to the center of this tale, so many alleys open to check out in this maze of a sprawl.
So, no longer a sprawl but a "maze of a sprawl". Don't forget your ball of twine. And watch out for that guy with the bull's head...
Now to see how feelings are fulfilled or hurt, or worse.
CB73
Fullfilled or hurt or worse? Better isn't an option? (Checks his notes) Oh. Yep. Not really an option I guess. Never mind... R~13
Sentinel103 9/21/13 . chapter 37
Hey CB you got that fire going yet, I got the feathers and the tar...dang where is that rail road track...we need something for a rail or he's gonna get away...oh hey there Rippy uh you know I didn't think this would turn out Kigo but seeing how you're done everything else why should I be surprised. I mean Dementor using models to attack Ron and his buddies errrr friends who are girls.
I see Amelia is playing...hey how does she know about HenchCO?
ST
Oh, Amelia has hidden depths... R~13
Zepher327 9/28/13 . chapter 37
Very nice story, read through the whole series, first i jumped into this story and was confused and didnt get very far but I gave it a 2nd chance and it rocks keep up the good work.
I assume you mean that you went back and read RSVP I: The Fellowship of the Ron before continuing on with this one. At least I hope so! R~13
masterbow 9/29/13 . chapter 37
wow i didnt thing you would go for that kind of kigo true its popular i thought they just try and kill ron together.
What makes you think that they won't still? R~13
cybercorpsesnake chapter 37 . 11/7/14
Nice chapter. Keep up the good work on.
Thanks! Sorry these reposts are taking so long! R~13