Author's/Notes: The ray gun, if it wasn't quite clear, is the "Cupid Ray" from the episode "The Cupid Effect."
And, since there have been no more reader requests, etc., I am taking down the remaining request(s) from public display; ditto the votes for the Final Five, and give you less clutter at the front of the chapter(s). I will continue to consider the input up to this point (as well as any future communiques) from my fellow RSVPers but, for now, I'm streamlining the front of the chapters...
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Chapter 38 – That Kigo Chapter
It wasn't like she hadn't done a little experimentation.
First, in college…
And then there was the period after she had first gone "bad".
Threesomes.
Foursomes.
Parties with orgies.
And the occasional, same-gender seduction to gain access to safes, documents, jewelry boxes…
But she retained an enthusiastic bias for boys. Or, rather, men…as "boys" suggested an unhealthy attraction to the underaged.
Like Stoppable?
What? He's street-legal!
Now…
And just stop it! Stop it! Don't think about—I do this and I can walk away without looking back.
Head in the game, Go-girl!
Some time back Shego had finally decided that she was primarily heterosexual with a healthy streak of bi-curious on the side.
There had been a couple of relationships that might have gone somewhere, once upon a time. Betty Director…she shook her head. What a train wreck that would have probably turned into!
And then there was the "Kigo" gossip.
That's what they called it.
Slow News Days: the press was always looking for filler when there weren't enough front page stories. Celebrities, speculation, and salaciousness—guess…make it up…be creative. Pure teen heroine? Evil villainous vixen? Catfights!
Kim and Shego!
Kigo!
All that repressed sexual frustration…
(Well, that part was somewhat true: just because Mr. Dildo was intimate with her G-spot on a regular basis, it didn't address the human need for the touch of another, some skin on skin contact. And though she couldn't speak for the princess, she was such a tight-ass goody-goody that she probably was still a virgin.)
…sexual frustration being channeled through all of those hot, sweaty encounters with the grappling and holding and even the hitting…(How many times had she heard some guy drooling over her and saying: "I'd really like to hit that!")…that "everyone" knew was really an acceptable way to blow off some steam while getting in a few good gropes…
Shego snorted. Yeah, right…
Still, here she was, hours later, in a rumpled, king-sized bed.
All sweaty.
Waiting for her heart-rate to slow back down.
Which was taking more time than it should.
Probably thanks to the pair of emerald eyes that were staring at her with undisguised adoration…
…and naked lust.
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Naked lust.
That's what Big Daddy Brotherson felt each and every day as his protégé spent hours in the new makeshift gym (the indoor arboretum with the plants and potted trees moved around to make room for the exercise and training equipment). After a week of watching her work every single muscle group on the elliptical, weight bench, treadmill, and Bowflex until she was slick with sweat and and panting with exhaustion, he swore off the torture of surreptitiously watching her on the security cameras scattered throughout his mansion.
The very next day she insisted that he come down and spot her during the gymnastic part of her daily regimen.
She wasn't as smooth and practiced as Kim Possible-whose tumbling skills were honed by years of cheerleading and had been on display during his previous run-ins with the teenage do-gooder-but Amelia was fit and a quick study and worked tirelessly at improving her skills as she moved from the horizontal bar to the balance beam to the rings to the pommel horse to the parallel bars to the vault to the uneven bars, tumbling and cartwheeling about, climbing the rope and dropping back down to the trampoline to bounce back into a series of handstands, flips and a directed power tumble to where he stood, agog, rising like a tanned and toned phoenix, but from water rather than fire as she reached for a tower to dab at the cascades of perspiration the ran down her flesh in squiggly rivulets of liquid sex.
Her sports bra and boy shorts left vast expanses of skin on display and were so form-fitting as to leave little to the imagination of the even less that it actually covered.
She hadn't actually slept with him, yet.
As in euphemistic sense of the word.
There were some conjugal naps...though Brotherson found their sharing a bed to be anything but restful while Amelia seemed to enter REM sleep effortlessly and arise several hours later fully relaxed and recharged for the hours ahead.
She teased him constantly with the suggestion that he might...eventually...get to do something more than look...
...and yearn...
But, so far, the crux of their relationship was built around her preparation to find Duff Killigan and bring him to justice.
The justice that Brotherson deserved for all of the damage that the mad golfer had done to him.
But, for Amelia, he knew, her primary motivation was to prove herself worthy to Ron Stoppable.
Not a fat, balding man more than twice her age.
He knew he was playing the fool.
That she was using him for a base of operations and to fund her training and intended mission(s).
But he paid for the gym equipment and the personal trainer and special dietary chef and the hi-tech body armor and weaponry from HenchCo, anyway.
Because, as long as he was playing the fool, she continued to give him a front row seat to the Greatest Show on Earth!
"Thank you, Daddy," she murmured in his ear as she gave him a quick, moist hug. "I wanted someone close by in case I fell and hurt myself."
"I-I'm glad you're all right," he stammered as he realized that she had marked his shirt with her earthy scent.
She stretched, arms straining upward and her belly pulling taut. "Oh, wow! I'm kind of sore," she decided, slowly relaxing back down and looking up into his strained gaze. "Daddy? Would you mind giving me a rubdown?" She looked down shyly. "If you're not too busy with work and stuff..."
Oh dear God!
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Señor Senior, Senior was in a quandary.
He could feel that his time was growing short and yet there was so much yet to do.
So much yet unresolved.
His wife had gone, years before him.
His son was an idiot and a fool and was now in jail where he would probably spend many years if not decades.
His adopted daughter, he suspected, was not the young woman he had agreed to make his heir and partner.
Oh, she would likely be successful in her plans to take over the world…at least a goodly part of it.
And she might still prove to be an honorable and somewhat benevolent ruler and criminal mastermind.
But the business with the young pregnant girl still bothered him.
Under the gentlemen's villainous code, one might take one's enemies prisoner.
But noncombatants—hostages—were a different matter. As presumed innocents, they might be used as bargaining chips or for leverage. Perhaps even ransom.
But they were accorded a special status. One might imply threats or hazards regarding one's hostages but The Code demanded that they were to be protected and accorded every possible courtesy—save that of complete freedom.
It wasn't that Kim Possible had broken this code.
She had, in fact, required this girl's complete protection and the best medical care that could be brought to the island.
But there was something in her voice…her body language…
…her eyes…
…that suggested that this young comatose girl was not really a hostage…
…but a prisoner…
…and, therefore, an enemy.
And now she had given birth.
Did that mean he was guarding two hostages?
Or two prisoners?
Two enemies…
It troubled him greatly.
Especially since the cancer was making aggressive inroads on his failing health now.
Should he send the child away? Technically, he had agreed to keep the young woman as a protected hostage. Nothing was specified about the unborn child…
…now very much "born".
Nor was this Hirotaka's status clear. He had come to the island with Kim Possible and was ordered to remain behind to assist with guarding and "protecting" the pregnant hostage.
The fact that he was operating under a mind-control chip obscured his true place in the scheme of things but it didn't take long to figure out that this Hirotaka had a past with the young woman called Yori. And that, while he wasn't the child's father, he knew who was.
Señor Senior, Senior was a shrewd businessman and more than a little competent at the villainy game. A little research, a few phone calls to his contacts and deep-cover sources…and that air-dropped DNA test that Dr. Dementor had acquired through Dr. Amy Hall. The old man knew for certain what Kim Possible only suspected.
The child's father was Ron Stoppable.
And his young hostage was his wife, presumed dead these many months.
This much he was sure of.
What he wasn't certain of was what Kim would do once she was sure.
She was very angry these days.
She might put a good face on for her dealings with others—those she valued in some way, at least.
But the moodulator chip embedded in her forehead had ramped up her negative emotions and the burst of electrical energy from Electronique had supercharged its operational output.
As for that business with Jackie Oakes and the Amulet of Anubis? Who knew what sort of dark powers were unleashed into that Kim-crazed mix?
It was clear that she was very, very angry with Stoppable. And, while he wouldn't have thought twice about the teen heroine doing the right thing before her dark transformation, the gentleman villain was terribly uncertain about the depths of her current rage.
And, as much as he feared angering his new partner, there was the other side of the coin to consider.
Despite the idea that Kim was the one who had taken and was holding the hostages…Ron Stoppable, a man who could levitate and stop an alien invasion, might look at things a little differently. He might see his wife and daughter being kept from him on Señor Senior, Senior's island and prisoners in his own home!
Were he younger and not already at Death's…well, not door, necessarily, but with one foot on the step to Death's front porch…he might be more than a little consternated. And, even so, the idea of a vengeful Ron Stoppable descending on his home in a blue blaze of cosmic fury was still a little unsettling…
But, time and again, he was drawn back to his concerns over doing right by his "guests."
And not letting a helpless young woman and her baby come to harm while he could still do something about it.
The old man rose on shaky legs and pulled his I.V. on the rolling stand to assist him in walking. Slowly, he made his way down to a secret chamber, deep beneath his multi-level mansion, to plan his next steps.
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"Is it Ron?" Kim asked softly.
She was lying on Shego's arm and the former villainess felt like a she-wolf caught in a leg trap: held fast and afraid to pull too hard on the limb that was pinned in the vise.
"R-r-ron?" she stuttered.
Kim drew her fingers up Shego's flank eliciting a shiver from the mint-skinned woman. "Yeah…you sort of suggested that you were interested when I was…was…playing hardball over your offer earlier."
"I—uh—I—never said—"
"It was there, in your eyes," Kim murmured. "Plus, the other girls gave you up." Her fingers traced the inside of her elbow and Shego felt goose bumps erupt across her side.
"It's okay," she continued. "I completely understand…"
"You—you do?"
Kim nodded, breathing against Shego's shoulder. "I had…a 'thing'…for him, too."
"You do?"
"I…did…"
Shego swallowed. "You…did?"
"Uh huh. And then I realized what…and who…I really wanted…" She smiled suggestively. "So, I totally get it if you kind of liked him, too."
"So…" Shego was confused. "You're okay with me…liking…him. With me…like-liking…him?"
Kim frowned. "I said I understand if you liked him. Not 'like' him." She read the confusion in Shego's eyes. "Liked. As in past tense. Not like…as in the here and now." She smiled again. "Although we could try a three-some down the road. We could share a little Ron-shine. Only a little, mind you…"
"A three-way?" Shego swallowed. "Do you really think that Ron would go for that?"
Kim shrugged and the sheet fell away to reveal a pink-tipped breast. "It won't matter what he wants…once I have him brought before me in chains."
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Britina was trying to round up Hana like the dutiful babysitter she had promised Ron she could be. Heather was trying to help.
It would have been challenge trying to corral the extremely energetic ninja toddler under most circumstances. Add in a dozen ninja monkeys playing keep-away and you had an impossible situation!
"Remind me again why I'm helping you?" Heather puffed as she tried to cut Ron's little sister off before she could run into the monkey enclosure.
"Because you're my friend and, more importantly, you're Ron's friend. And it all falls under the heading of research for your movie, right?"
Hana jumped as she saw the red-headed movie star blocking her path to the monkey house. A small simian in a black gi leapt into her path and locked its leathery little fingers together beneath her tiny feet to give Hana an added boost. The tot somersaulted over Heather's head and was neatly caught by a pair of furry accomplices behind her back. Hana disappeared into the rooftop enclosure leaving a trail of giggles behind her.
"No movie is worth this!"
"Need some help?" a new voice asked.
Both girls looked back at Bonnie Rockwaller who had thrown on a t-shirt and some shorts without touching up her makeup or running a brush through her hair. It almost took them another look to be sure of her identity.
"Ron's not here," Britina said flatly.
"I know that," she answered, with a hint of the old snark. "If he was, you wouldn't be putting on this Laurel and Hardy routine, chasing Ring-Around-The-Monkey. That's why I'm offering to help."
"What's in it for you?" Heather wanted to know. "Still trying to score points to get back with Ronnie?"
Bonnie sniffed with disdain but her eyes were suddenly luminous as if they held an excess of moisture. "Please. If I were chasing after Ron Stoppable I would be downstairs, haunting his doorway while everyone is off taking showers, instead of up here on the roof, trying not to step in monkey shit."
The girls looked down and suddenly executed a little dance.
As highly evolved as ninja monkeys were, they were still monkeys at the end of the day. As the supermodels had finally beat a hasty retreat, Hana's army had sped them on their way with liberal amounts of thrown monkey poop, just like their cousins at the zoo.
"Ewwww! That's just not right!" Heather and Britina chorused.
"So, do you want my help or not?" Bonnie asked, folding her arms and tapping her foot…on a portion of the roof that was excrement free.
Both girls nodded.
Bonnie carefully picked her way into the rooftop enclosure that served as the ninja monkey dormitory. "Hana!" she called sweetly, "it's your Auntie Bon Bon! Where are you? I need your help."
There was a high pitched giggle and a tiny voice said: "Pay hidey-seek!"
"Okay," Bonnie said, "but lets play hide and seek with your big brother…"
"Brudder not here," Hana answered tentatively. "Brudder gone."
"Well, let's look for him," Bonnie cooed. "Come on." She knelt down and opened her arms. "We'll go look for him together."
Hana came bounding out of the darkness and flew into the Business major/cheerleader's arms. "Ook for brudder!" she squealed, hugging the brunette's neck.
Bonnie stood and began carrying Hana toward the roof exit. As she stepped around the minefield of monkey feces, she noticed the diminutive shinobi were following along behind her.
She stopped and turned, placing her free hand on her hip. "Ohhhhh, no. You guys are gonna stay here and clean up your mess. I don't want to see your furry faces until this rooftop is spotless. And I don't just mean—"
SPLAT!
An overripe monkey turd hit the teal-eyed brunette in the shoulder.
Britina ducked in and took Hana out of the line of fire as Bonnie began to tremble.
"Oh, no you didn't!" she growled, as she wiped the offending (and offensive) missile off of her shirt.
Several of the simian shinobi began to hop up and down and hoot.
"Sorry, Hana," Bonnie told the tot as Britina and Heather carried her toward the exit with increasing speed. "I can't play hide-and-seek right now. Auntie Bon Bon has to stay here and spank some very naughty monkeys!"
As the girls carried the toddler past the heavy fire door, they could hear a chorus of screams begin as a literal shit-storm erupted.
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Even though they were four copies of the very same being, the Ron clones were already unable to agree on something: the most effective way of tying up DNAmy. As a result, the mad geneticist more closely resembled a fat, hempen mummy than a woman secured by a few turns of rope.
She hadn't struggled for long. The combined disappointments of her clones turning out to be Ron Stoppable instead of Shego, further complicated by the failure of her agonizer remote control...who could have anticipated that the presence of the Load kid's chip being in the original would have altered his physiology just enough to make his copies immune to her neural stimulator?
It was clear that the universe was arrayed against her and she might as well surrender to the inevitable.
"Now what?" one of the Rons asked, looking around the camp.
"Well, I don't know about you," another Ron said, "but I'm having a bit of a problem talking to me where there's more than one of me. We can't all be Ron Stoppable—"
"But we are all Ron Stoppable," the third interrupted.
"Dude, I know that," the second answered. "What I mean is we need a way to tell each other apart. Starting with our names."
The other three stared at him.
"Right, Ron?" he prompted.
"Well…" the other three started. And then said: "Ohhhhh," as they got his point.
"What do you suggest?" number four asked.
"No, dude; it's what do we suggest."
"Yeah, well, I don't want to have to learn a brand new name. Plus, won't it be confusing when we run into people we know?"
"Isn't it confusing already?"
"How about we go with something like Ron Stoppable, Ronald Stoppable, Ronnie Stoppable, and…and…"
"Dibbs on the Ron-man!"
"Dude! Be fair: we all need to get turns being the Ron-man!"
"What about the Ronster?"
"I suppose we can try it out on a trial basis."
"So, dibbs on Ronald!"
"I got Ron!"
"Aw man, I don't wanna be Ronnie! I haven't been Ronnie since I was seven!"
"How about our middle name: Dean?"
"Huh. Yeah. I can work with that. For now."
"So what's next on the agenda?"
"Getting Global Justice to pick up DNAmy and getting us a ride home."
"And how do we do that?"
"Well, she has a satellite phone."
"Does anyone remember GJ's number?"
"We could call Wade."
"Sounds like a plan. But we've got to get a move on! Junior Prom is just a couple of weeks away and now we have to find four dates for the dance instead of just one!
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Adrena Lynn lit a cigarette and palmed a set of keys as she headed out the front door of the mansion.
It had been a real roller-coaster ride these past few weeks and now she was done.
For a short time she had felt a part of something that she could give her loyalty to.
For most of her life she had been a loner. Aside from the requisite cameraman during her extreme stunts phase, or the occasional helicopter pilot or temporary stunt wrangler, she had always gone her own way. The idea that she could be a part of something larger than herself had never even crossed her mind until Mastermind had recruited her for the grand plan to destroy Team Possible.
When all of that was undone by the transformation of Dark Kim and her new and improved plan for global domination, it had seemed to be just a speed bump: she was still part of something larger and now she had an opportunity for promotion inside something even bigger and better!
For a while she had felt valued…trusted, even.
Then Shego had showed up earlier today.
Knocked her on her ass and kicked her into the pool.
Then Kim had pretended to replace her as Number Two with the emerald mercenary.
And then replaced her for real after they had gone upstairs. Something had changed after Kim had implemented her plan to shoot Shego with the Truth ray. She didn't know what but, all of sudden, the former redhead was treating her former nemesis like a long, lost buddy…
…or something even better.
And now Adrena was truly out as Kim's right-hand gal and Shego was in like Flynn.
Well, the extreme stunts vixen was extremely pissed. No one treated her like an afterthought! After all the work she had done for Possible—rounding up the heads of the Triad, the Tongs, the Russian mafia, and the various crime syndicates—subduing the gangs, eradicating human trafficking, breaking the pedophilia rings, and bringing all of the major criminal organizations to heel under the rule of Dark Kim—she wasn't going to stand for being cast aside like a used and now unnecessary tool!
She wasn't crazy enough to challenge Mastermind's successor for dominance of her vast empire. Even if she could physically defeat the former teen heroine—and she knew that she couldn't—there was no way that she had the intelligence nor the charisma to keep order among the various groups and interests. She was just "The Muscle."
But she wouldn't be disrespected.
So she would leave.
And find her own place.
Where? She didn't know.
Maybe she would go back to operating solo.
Maybe she would find a small operation where she could be appreciated for her place and contributions to the team…
But she couldn't stay here.
Especially now with Kim and Shego, upstairs for hours, doing who knows what…
Adrena Lynn hefted her suitcase into the back of a small hovercraft and secured the hatch. Opening the driver's side door she was surprised to see the wavy-haired brunette with the caramel-colored skin sitting in the passenger seat.
"Take us with you," she said, nodding at the back seat where the other two former cheerleaders sat.
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Shego finished tying Kim's other wrist to the headboard of the bed with the sash from the second bathrobe.
"You know I can get free any time I want," the former redhead teased, tugging at her bonds before squirming down the mattress to take the slack out of her restraints. "I can use Mego's powers to shrink out of these knots or your plasma powers to burn them up."
Shego nodded, running her hands down Kim's arms from her captured wrists to her freckled shoulders. "That is so cool," she observed. "With that piece of the gem of Aviarius in your bellybutton, you should go around collecting powers from all of the super-villains and heroes!"
Kim giggled as Shegos fingers circled her breasts and brushed over her tightening nipples. "Yeah, especially since Camille Leon's powers enable me to look like anybody else…" Her skin began to turn blue and a small scar began to grow under her left eye.
"Don't!" Shego yelled. "Do you want me to lose my lunch? All over you?"
The scar disappeared and her skin returned to its pale pink hue. "Sorry."
"My fantasy, my rules," Shego growled. "Be you. Nobody else. And at least pretend that you have no special powers and you can't get free—until I'm done, anyway."
Kim stopped smiling. "Shego! You'll never get away with this!" she said, struggling against the tied sashes. She stopped and smiled. "Anything else?"
"How about the red hair? For old times' sake?"
Kim tried to shrug but her arms were pulled too tight. "Whatever you want, darling. Then it's my turn…" The red highlights in her ebon hair expanded until she looked like the Kim Possible of old. "Do you want to gag me?"
Shego climbed on top and shook her head, whipping her long hair across Kim's perky breasts. "I want to hear you scream my name before we're done."
ABOUT THE TITLE: Unless you're a total Newbie on this site, you know what "Kigo" is: in fact, it's getting hard to sort the non-Kigo from the rest of the more recent offerings. Nothin' against the KIGO crowd: plenty of room here for everyone and, except for beastiality and kiddie porn, I got no beef with the broad spectrum of the human experience and interests. In fact, you may have noticed a certain closeness developing between a couple of former Middleton High cheerleaders in this story (though they still seem to be motivated toward a particular "threesome"). But I must confess that, beyond the Kim/Ron baseline, I like a good RonGo or RonBon or...well, I won't limit myself: a good story is a good story, whatever the pairings. But, for this chapter (and who knows how much beyond) a little something for those who like the KIGO pairing...
...and, who knows, if it's popular enough, I can still change the ending as well as the last third of this gigantic saga...
REVIEWS FOR CHAPTER 38
Sentinel103 10/14/13 . chapter 38
So you decided to ditch the muscle and a couple of cheerleaders huh? Something tells me that they'll run across Ron and spill about Yori and the baby. This is going to get more whacked than it already is.
Whacked? I don't understand. I thought that this story was unfolding in a totally logical and well-organized manner...(hee hee). R~13
Uberscribbler10/14/13 . chapter 38
That ridiculous tea party that poor English girl wandered into was more in control than this stitch. I feel like I'm being pulled into eight directions at once here, and it *hurts*!
The laughter, that is. You've got me snickering to the point of bellowing, and its giving me a pain the side I'm having trouble breathing around.
So please, don't stop! In fact, if you could please up the rate of updates it would be much appreciated. I hate getting panicky over the prospect of stories ending up abandoned. it just feels...wrong, y'know?
Plus which I bet you can't keep this level of lunacy going much longer!
Ah, Uber...betting I can't keep this level of lunacy going...do I detect a whiff of reverse psychology? As long as there is sufficient reader interest, I shall endeavor to move the story along to its chaotic conclusion. In the meantime, where's your KP fanfiction? Perhaps a story with Kara Possible in a Viper doing battle against the Synthodrone empire with Eric as "Number 6." The mind boggles. ;-) R~13
the Desert Fox 10/14/13 . chapter 38
Okay Shego, Kim will now scream Ron's name. Rrrrooooooonnnnnnnnnn!
Dude, that's funny!
RSVP IV? What about a prequel? Like the Ron Man?
Nah, I'm already detecting reader ennui and I'm not sure if there will be enough of them left by the time I get finished with Part II, never mind Part III.
Harley and Ivy are going to be making an appearance. Frankly I think that's maybe a little over done. I've seen it twice here in the Kim Possible section. Once was by Weirdbard and the other is a very similar story to Weirdbard's "Partners in Crime"
Precisely why I'm planning my little plot twist. But I think you'll like it when it happens...
I think that's fanon. My opinion he's from Mrs. Possible's side as we don't see any of her family. Mr. Possible has his mother, Nana, brother Slim and niece Joss.
Well, it's all about the last name. Anne only became a "Possible" by taking her husband's last name when she married him. Therefore Cousin Larry has to be from Dr. Mr. Possible's side of the family. Hmmmmm, Anne's lack of family in the show could make for an interesting back story...
Ron's lonely, yeah right.
Well, I was being whimsically sarcastic. But, in a sense, Ron is still lonely at his core. He lost his wife and family and Rufus (and unknowingly for now, his best friend), and all of those ladies vying for his attention are not really satisfying his need for true intimacy yet-I'm not sure that he can have that until he's done more healing and his head and heart are in the right place...
8) Hmm, I would say that she is a ghost, at least if one were to go by the movie "Ghost Dad". I think really it's open to interpretation on the part of the writer.
Really? You're going to cite "Ghost Dad" as a reference? Guess it's better than "Leonard Part 6."
10) That's just bad. 11) Coven or even collective if we go by Gene Roddenberry in which uses to describe the Borg. "Resistance is Futile. Surrender and prepare to be assimilated."
Are you suggesting that Ron surrender and be assimilated? Oh, Foxy, you have a dirty mind! I just don't tolerate that kind of-uh-oh-never mind...
12) That maybe, but some of the other stuff I've posted previously, I get the impression you don't always know what I'm writing about.
True, dat.
Betty and Shego now that would make for an interesting pairing probably like Kim and Bonnie.
You never know how this thing is going to shake out in the end. (I do and I'm not sayin'! Although reader feedback has altered the plan a bit...)
I think before Señor Senior Senior goes, he should write a book like a villain's code of honor. It might rank up there with Sun Tzu's "Art of War" and Gen. Clauswitz's "On War".
And Ron Stoppable's name would figure prominently on the "Dedication page."
I think you mean s- hit the fan.
I know that Bonnie could be interpreted as being a fan of Ron's but I don't think that qualifies...
In like Flynn? You mean Flint.
Ah, we're both showing our respective ages here: "In like Flint" was a movie in the '60s. "In like Flynn" (which Coburn's movie tweaks its title from) is a slang catchphrase from the '40s.
Let's see there's La Costa Nostra and the South American drug rings. If I remember what Adam Schiff said in "Law and Order": "The Russians make the Colombians look like the Von Trapp Family."
And the Tongs would make both their bitches. Dark Kim and her minions are scary!
So the girls have escaped in the hover flyer.
Keep up the good work.
Thanks, DF! We try to please...but I expect some pissed off readers very soon. R~13
CajunBear73 10/16/13 . chapter 38
Gee, I wonder what Shego's really up to now...Oy. And does she ever reverse the Ray on Kimmie?
What would be the fun in that? Of course, in the episode, "The Cupid Effect," we see that the effects of the ray do eventually wear off.
But with this going on upstairs it seems the party's breaking up downstairs as Lynn and Company are leaving. Wonder if they're going to head over to Ron's place...?
Depends on whether Kim catches them first...
And meanwhile the high school-Rons (oh boy is this ever going to go over well there) seem to be going 'home'?
Good! You picked up on the fact that the Ron clones are products of his DNA harvested during his Junior year in high school. They won't be as mature physically, nor have the memories and experiences that happened anytime after the samples were taken. And, yes, anyone interested in studying chaos theory might want to head on over to Ron's and get a good seat!
Loved Bonnie's answer to the challenge, but I think the little buggers wanted to play with her? LOL!
"Play with her?" I think Bonnie would say: "That's a load of crap!" (I couldn't resist.)
Oh boy, now the sprawl has so many alleys to travel through.
CB73
Run for your lives! It's The Blob! Let's just hope that nobody else gets cloned! (LOL) R~13
Guest chapter 38 . 1/14/14
Ohhhhhhhhhhh shitttt are you gonna move zorpox to one of the clones
Now, see? You people can't keep blaming me for evil plot bunnies when you keep giving me ideas like this! Ah boo-ya-ha-ha-ha-haaaaaaaa! R~13
crash2663 chapter 38 . 11/14/14
Why does Kim always have to butt her pointy tits into everything?
Because she wants to rule the world! (And maybe a certain former sidekick?) We'll blame the Cupid Ray for this chapter. (And the next...) R~13
P.S. Dark Kim reminds me that it was established back in RSVP I that those "points" have shown evidence of "late blooming" post high school... (sorry, Mistress...ow!)
cybercorpsesnake chapter 38 . 11/14/14
Nice chapter. Keep up the good work.
Will du...er...do! R~13