The Stoppable house

by Mr. Aanonymous

Guess who's back from Japan! A certain sidekick is ready for the first 'Me' time he's had in a week, preferably with a computer that's got great service. Too bad a certain Purple Princess isn't having it. Good thing his parents skipped town the second he landed so he's got the place to themselves. Lets have some fun.

4. You Cocky Sidekick

Stoppable House

Chapter 4- You. Cocky. Sidekick.

"Here, put this on."

Bonnie pulled something out of her matching purple backpack and tossed it to the sidekick. Ron caught it and looked at it with surprise. It was a downward facing camera on a strap. Ron gave it a look before he put it on. It barely stretched out enough to slide on his chest.

"Okay... testing." Bonnie's voice hollered from the background. The Possible family living room TV got a new feed coming from the camera Ron just strapped to himself. It showed what you'd think. The floor straight down and a few feet in front, but it also gave a good view of Ron's newly developed abs and... exactly how tight those compression shorts were.

"Oh boy." Monique whistled. Both Kim and Wade gave her a look for that. The former's face was as red as her hair and it looked like her lips couldn't decide if they wanted to be a smile or a scowl. The latter just winced, looking all kinds of uncomfortable- on a couple of levels. Monique shrugged.

"And it works." Bonnie cheered happily, the new feed cutting out. That got everyone's attention. The full image of the now hunk known as Ron Stoppable was back on the screen. Kim yelped as her blush got a bit redder. As for Monique, the second she saw his abs again... she felt herself licking her lips. "How about you, any problems?"

"Uh, its kinda itchy." Ron shrugged, tugging on the strap. "Do I really need this?"

"I need you to wear it, and that's what matters." Bonnie barked, swatting Ron's hand away. "Stop playing with that. You might've bought it, but I'm using it."

"I did?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow. "Of course I did. Should I get an accountant?"

"Don't worry about it. I've..." Bonnie winced. "Got it taken care of."

"That's a solid yes." Ron laughed. "Time to call, about, 30 Stoppable cousins."

"And time for me to pop another button to make you forget all about it." Without even having to be told, Wade put up another feed on the Possible living room TV. It clearly wasn't from something a regular person could own... or Bonnie's stuff. The feed was of a higher definition and at an odd angle. It must've been Wade's own hidden camera. That didn't matter- at the moment. What did matter was that it showed Bonnie's entire body, and zoomed in directly on her purple clad chest as she did indeed pop a button- leaving only one left to keep the shirt together. From the look of it, Bonnie was one deep breath away from wearing bikini bottoms... and nothing else.

"Oh boy." Monique heard Wade say. Surprisingly, it was Kim who did the fallow up whistle. Monique turned to look at that. The heroine of the city was just as slack jawed and focused on her schoolyard arch foe's chest as the boys were- if not more. The second string sidekick said nothing, but she did raise an eyebrow.

"Yo, loser." Bonnie hollered, waving a hand at Ron and gaining the attention of all three of them. "You back on earth?"

"H-Huh?" Ron asked, shaking his head. "What was I saying?"

"That's what I thought." Bonnie smirked haughtily. "Now, get over here. Its time to get s-started..."

Bonnie stuttered as Ron came back into focus. It didn't take long for team Possible to figure out why, or at least 2/3rds of it. Whatever was in those compression shorts just swelled to about three times in size. Monique shrugged as she moved back up to Ron's abs, for a moment before she heard Kim stutter herself.

"O-Oh, bo-" Monique gently slapped her hand over the heroine's mouth. Kim was so warm that if she was drinking anything, Monique was sure there'd be steam.

"We've already done it twice." Monique sighed as she removed her hand. "Lets not make a thing of it."

Kim nodded at that, clearly embarrassed. The hero looked down and actually started fidgeting with her fingers.

"Dang, I should've had you in man panties before now." Bonnie shook her head as she stared down at his crotch. "Will this be a problem?"

"Huh, what are- whoa, its like a novelty 'bang' flag is gonna pop out."

"Cue dumb comment a 12 yr would say. Check." Bonnie sighed as she picked up a plastic party cup off the floor and filled it from Ron's private sink. "Get over here."

Ron did.

"Gah!" Ron yelped, hopping away. His hands covering his now wet crotch. "Cold. Cold. Cold. A week of nothing but ice baths. You'd think I'd be used to it by now."

"That should do it. I want people's eyes on me. Today's not about you." Bonnie said smugly as she tossed to cup away. "Now shut up and get over here so we can get started. F-bleep finally."

"I'll never get used to that." Monique folded her arms at the screen. "Hearing bleeping in real time."

"Fudging potty mouth... what she is."

"Jealous, ain't ya- the bleeping." Monique joked, catching herself just in time to save herself an earful from Kim. The hero herself just turned away in a pout. Curious, Monique wanted to try something. "Say what you want about Bonnie, her tits look great in that outfit."

The hero shot back to her second string sidekick like a deer in headlights. Kim stood there, stiff as a statue- her eyes as wide as dinner plates. The only sign that Kim was even alive was that her face got so red it looked like she swapped her head for a tomato in a wig.

"Yeah, they do." The girl's heard Wade agree, his eyes laser focused on the camera feed. Kim looked away, and Monique gave him a snort.

"Hey there losers. Guess who's back for another episode?" Bonnie announced, her tone even more smug than usual. Looking at the screen, Monique could see through Bon's lap top feed a view of her laying on Ron's bed in front of the camera in away that was very much chest first, face and mask second. The sidekick himself was laying down on his back, the camera only showing around the left third of him. Bon's face was around the same level as his thighs. Hearing her words, Ron gave Bonnie a look as he tapped her shoulder. "I don't know what to tell you. These mother basement dwellers like it when I shit on them- and no. Before you creeps flood my comments section with requests- I don't do that. Gotta find someone else."

Instantly, the comments section was flooded with very specific and unapologetic requests. Most of the user names being poor sex puns. A very annoyed Bonnie rolled her eyes with a sigh.

"You repressed pervs really, really, need to get some professional help. But I don't. I just need your money. So, start paying up if you ever want to see these." Bonnie teased, saying the last part grabbing her left breast and giving it a squeeze. Her slim and dainty mocha shade fingers all but sinking into the purple fabric of the shirt. Miraculously, donations did start popping in. First in a trickle, then in a wave. Of course, most were the least amount that could be donated at a time according to the rules at the top of the section. Regardless, it was a considerable number. Enough to make up a good amount of Monique's daily pay at club Banana. An entire day. "That's what I thought losers."

"Huh," Monique tilted her head at the number of donations climbing up. "Maybe I should change my profession?"

"What?" Kim squeaked. Looking over, Monique saw Kim eyeing her second string sidekick in a way she had never seen before. Starting at Monique's face before going up and down her whole body. Monique didn't know how to feel about that, though she could feel her cheeks hearing up.

"Or not... maybe. Lets see how it goes."

"Now, the purple princess has a new decree in the land of cyber stalkers.." Bonnie said haughtily before her eyes went wide in realization at what she just said- well, as wide as her eyes could in the mardi gras mask. But about a minute later she relaxed in a relieved sigh. "Thank god for VPN's, am I right?"

A flood of boo's, no's, and a desperate pleas erupted in the comments section. Bonnie grumbled at the screen.

"Anyway, I've got a special gift for- me! Not you. There's a guest on the show today. See this idiot?"

Bonnie tilted the laptop so Ron's entire body was in the shot. Bonnie herself could only be seen from the shoulders up. The angle from before had nothing on this new shot. The amount of detail, lighting, and muscles. Oh god, the muscles. it was like there wasn't a guy on that bed, but an actual statue of the Greek god of underwear models. Speaking of- in order: Thighs, crotch, and abs with some pecks on top. The arms were the side dish. Sure, Ron's blushing face was there- but that's not what people were looking at. At least not Monique, and judging how all the comments just stopped- neither were the viewers.

"That girl has got to have the filters on." Monique snorted, folding her arms as she tried soaking in as many details of the first string sidekick as she could. Remembering something, Monique turned back to her team's dear leader... who was outright drooling at the screen. "Ugh, girl. You need to get laid. So. Bad."

Kim just kept on drooling.

"Yeah, right!" Bonnie snorted, pointing to his abs, dick, or both. Ron himself looked very uncomfortable. Like he didn't know how to take any of this. Peaking up to Team Possible's tech support's window, Monique could tell Wade wasn't too far off from the sidekick. "Believe it or not- this idiot was once a pasty, flabby, sexless reject who's parents didn't love him. Just like you!"

"...Wow." Ron looked like someone slapped him, there was actual hurt on his face.

"I'm in the same boat, I can say it." Bonnie barked, a little too quickly.

"Wh-What, really?"

"Shut up." Bonnie spat, pointing to Ron's face. "Props don't talk. Oh hey, prop. We'll call you that."

"That response was too... sloppy to be planned. Didn't you tell me Bonnie was a former fat kid? Kim?" Monique looked at the rest of team Possible. Thanks to Bonnie's new position, her chest had come back on screen. It looked like her shirt was about to burst open right there. Meaning both Kim and Wade were slack jawed idiots. Monique guessed they hadn't heard a thing. The viewers were paying attention though, considering the comments they were leaving. Most were about Bonnie, though a few were about Ron. Positive ones... and dirty. "All about that cross crowd appeal."

"So yeah, just like you." Bonnie flipped her viewers the bird with one hand as she put her other on Ron's abs. "And he became fuc-BLEEP-able in all of one week. Tell'em how prop."

"Uh, okay..." Ron coughed nervously. "Um, a thing of sushi and an ice bath a day. Weird tea. Lots of working out."

"That's it?" Bonnie asked incredulously as she aimed the camera to his face.

"No sugar. Nothing deep fried... I didn't jerk it for full seven days." Ron trialed off, his face looked like he was staring off into the abyss of hopeless agony. "It was h-horrible."

"Jesus, what happened in anime country?" Monique asked.

"Yeah, but now I actually wanna fuc-BLEEP you without money or if the batteries in my vibrator go out." Bonnie pointed the laptop back to her face. "Hear that, sexless weirdoes? The formula for girl coming on to you... for your bodies. No real remedies for being a creep. I advise pretending an accident where you can't talk. Just smile and nod to everything she says. And yes! Sign everything she hands you."

"Why are you doing this?" Ron asked, wincing.

"Hey, if there's a chance I can get more talent out there- for me, I'm gonna go for it." Bonnie rolled her eyes.

"She is such a bitch," Monique caught herself shrugging in agreement. " but you just can't hate that girl."

"I've tried hating her for years." Kim sighed, embarrassed. "It can't be done."

"Oh boy." Monique cursed. "Dang, I made it a thing."

"Since this is a very special episode, I'll just be focusing on the stars of the show... I get top billing." Bonnie pointed at herself before shifting over to the strap on Ron's chest. "I'll be switching to a longer view to relieve the tension."

Bonnie slapped a hand over a very surprised Ron's mouth before he could stick his foot in there again. As she did, a wave of donations and comments started flooding in. Letting go of the sidekick, Bonnie adjusted herself so she was to the side of the bed facing Ron before she snapped her fingers at him. Ron also adjusted herself so he was laying down and his legs spread out.

And yes.

Can you guess what people got an even better view of than before?

"Now, I think you all will be pleasantly surprised by the cherry on top." Bonnie said as she pulled down Ron's compression shorts. But whatever Bonnie was expecting wasn't there, if the look of surprise at his crotch and the fallowing glare at his face said anything. "What the hell?"

Looking at the screen, Monique remembered the military slang her dad taught her from his time in the Army. Ron was up for 'inspection' but wasn't 'at attention'.

"Well, you threw the cold wate-"

"Nothing but excuses with you." Bonnie groaned as she cupped him. The purple princess just scooped up the first string sidekick in her hand. It didn't take long. Bonnie didn't even have to do anything but touch him and... Monique couldn't help but whistle again. Those compression shorts did not do Ron justice. The backup sidekick had held more than a few in her hands already, but Ron might actually be the biggest- which Monique did not see coming, and if the purse dog yelp and back-flip behind the couch said anything, neither did Kim. "There we go. See, what'd I tell ya? Hello again, Mr. Happy."

"His name is the fearless fer-"

"I swear to god." Bonnie glared daggers at the sidekick. "If you tell me you named your junk after a rodent super hero from the 60's, I will rip it off. Right here. In front of an audience who's only friend in their lives is their dick... and their mom."

Ron shut up. But the pings from the comment section did not. Surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, the viewers loved Bonnie's threat and praised Ron for his choice of name for his little friend

"What'd I tell ya, they love being shit on- Don't start..." Bonnie sighed. "Now, what should I do with him?"

Ping after Ping went off in the comment section at that. Each one a suggestion or demand more disgusting than the last. Some weren't even physically possible. One even had a space shuttle involved for some reason. And yes. Some even demanded that Bonnie get up on the bed, take off her bikini bottoms, squat over Ron's lap and... do the one thing Bonnie declared she wouldn't do. The leader of Team Possible and globe trotting super hero actually popped her head out from behind the couch just in time to catch that last one. Kim actually gagged before hiding behind the smart sofa again. Monique herself couldn't blame her. As for Wade... Monique couldn't quite tell, but she was sure he was doing everything he could to ignore the stuff that would make a German pornographer blush and just focus on Bonnie's chest.

"Hmmm, no... Don't think so... That doesn't sound too bad We-WeGo2-2." Bonnie smiled to the camera as she pointed at the far right of her screen. "Just as soon as I get some more donations."

Money flowed in.

"Its your lucky day." Bonnie said as she grabbed Ron's dick and started pumping. Just looking at it, Monique could see that Bonnie couldn't even fit half of Ron in her hand. Even though the purple princess had small dainty digits, it was still impressive. Hell, her hand's size really showed how thick the sidekick was. Though it was kinda underscored by how sloppy she was. At least to Monique. Though the backup sidekick could tell from her own fun time with guys that it wasn't from lack of experience, Bonnie was just half-assing it, as always. Not that Ron or any of the viewers minded.

"Oh god." Ron groaned, slamming his head back on the pillow. "Th-That feels amazing."

"I know it does." Bonnie smirked haughtily at Ron before turning to look at her laptop. "How about you horny idiots? You like how I stroke this big, beefy, piece of meat?"

More pings from the comment section. All of them very happy. Monique herself just shrugged. The backup sidekick never cared for these kinda scenes in porn. Didn't really do anything for her. It was more of a guy thing-and if the feed in the corner to Wade said anything, he would agree. Monique was 99% sure the very 14yr boy was jerking it under his desk. He was not being subtle about it. Remembering something, Monique turned and saw that Kim had not only peaked her head back up from behind the couch but was standing... and Monique was 99% sure she was doing the same thing Wade was, if the desperate look on her face and her hands that were clearly doing something below the belt said anything. Turns out it was a Kim Possible thing too.

"Y-Yes." Kim mumbled, her hands rubbing something behind the couch. It wasn't the smart sofa. "Yes I do."

"I-I need to get you a boyfriend." Monique sighed. "Or girlfriend, whatever."

"Soooo, whats next losers?" Bonnie asked, her hand still pumping for another few seconds but stopped in place just as Ron's rod started twitching. Ron himself shot his head up from the pillows and shot daggers at Bonnie who pretended not to notice.

Once again more pings in the comment section started popping off. To the relief of all that cared to pay attention to them, not one asked Bonnie to do that one very disgusting act. It was completely forgotten. Monique guessed those requests from before were just jokes or something like it. Instead the requests, while still kinda weird, were mostly normal and what you'd expect. Though Monique had no idea what these guys wanted with whipped cream, cheeze wiz, and super glue.

"K-Kiss... it." Kim stuttered. "Kiss h-him. Right on the t-tip."

Monique tried not to smirk at her friend and leader, it was too much. She failed.

"Y-Yeah." Wade breathed, he was really going to town under his desk. "Sh-shove that down your throat."

"Damn, boy." Monique snorted.

"I was wondering when you'd get to that. As it happens, I have another treat for you...Shi-BLEEP- heads." Bonnie smirked as she swapped the feed from the laptop, to the camera on Ron's chest.

The new view was centered right on Bonnie's hand grabbing Ron's dick. With the light from the laptop behind it, the image looked like a giant monolith with a god's hand giving it a reach around. A second later, Bonnie let go of him as she kicked the desk away. With the light gone, it was shown that Ron was laying near the end of the bed with his knees hanging off it. Bonnier herself slid off the bed, strutted around him, and kneeled right in between Ron's legs. The very smug purple princess leaned down in a way so her breasts were pressing against the mattress- her cleavage all but spilling out. Honestly, Monique had no idea what was keeping the last button- or Ron for that matter- from just popping off.

"Alright, MeMyselfAndIGo#1." Bonnie winked at the camera. "I think you know what I'm about to do... after a few more donations."

There were more donations.

As terrible a person as she was, Monique couldn't help but admire Bon's business model. The backup sidekick had no idea how to start such a thing, but Monique was sure she knew someone who did and would be very willing to help her. Monique eyed Wade's window on the screen. The guy outright had a thing of lotion on his desk now that wasn't there before. Monique didn't even need to look at Kim. She could hear what the hero was doing. Monique doubted she'd have any resistance there.

Curious at what she'd find there, Monique looked at Ron- not his face. A certain part of him was twitching, hard. Dude was on the edge, and to Monique he didn't look like the type who was into that. Ron's actual face was hypnotized by Bonnie's chest. Her breasts not six inches from his dick and just leaving him there as she smirked to the camera on Ron's chest.

For some reason Monique felt the need to put something in her mouth.

"That's one cold, greedy, cruel girl with big tits." Monique said taking out a mint from her back pocket and started sucking on it as she eyed the screen. "No wonder people just throw money at her."

"Okay, round 2." Bonnie said with a wink. "Can you guess what I'm gonna do now?"

"I-I'm guessing something with the mouth vibes here." Ron stammered in the background. "You have been leading me on with that all day."

"Ohhhhh, no. That's one thing I don't do."

"What?!" All four members of Team possible and half a million commentators asked at once.

"Yup! Here that you fleshlight loving losers? No dicks going in this mouth." Bonnie pointed at her lips before blowing a kiss at the camera. "Here's another sting for ya."

Bonnie swatted Ron's boner.

Everything stopped. Kim and wade halted...whatever they were doing. There were no more comments or donations coming in. Even Monique was surprised. As for Ron, he was...Honestly, he seemed more surprised than hurt. Sure he was cringing from some kind of pain but the sidekick didn't so much as mumble as he shot the girl at his crotch a confused look.

"Wh-Why?" Ron managed to force out.

"A trick I learned form my sisters. To keep a guy from popping off too fast, you do this." Bonnie swatted Ron's boner again. It was an open handed patting really. Slow and deliberate. If it was any other part of the body, Monique could've called it a soft clap meant to get someone's attention than anything else. Didn't matter though, everyone flinched at the sight. Even Monique winced. It looked like a meaty metronome thing. Bouncing back and forth off the sidekick's thighs. Ron himself cracked his head to the side in a flinch but nothing else. "And just like that he's back at square one."

"Does that actually work?" Monique asked. "Should I..."

Monique stopped herself as she saw the looks from the two members of Team Possible that could hear her. Wade looked like he was in more physical pain than Ron was. As for Kim... the hero looked like someone who just brought in a cake and she hadn't eaten in days. Monique guessed horny Kim was kinky Kim. The backup sidekick made a mental note of that.

"Who wants me to hit him again?" Bonnie asked, pulling her hand back for another swing.

One guess for what happened next.

"There you go, you horny repressed sadists." Bonnie said, giving her audience the finger again as a certain part of Ron started swinging back and forth. Bouncing on his thighs. "Thanks for the money."

"Screw it." Ron sat up, the angle on the camera changed but it still focused on his lap and the masked girl between his legs. If anything it gave an even better view of her chest than before. "I didn't agree to this."

"Don't start thinking now." Bonnie leaned forward, her breasts touching and then sliding on his thighs until Bon's chest was all but touching Ron's erection. "Sooo..."

"Y-You...You really know how to torture a guy, don't you?"

"My mood depends on profit." Bonnie looked from Ron's face to the camera on his chest. "You desperate rejects decide, what should I do next? Highest bidder wins."

Bonnie said the last part reaching over and doing something to her laptop. Suddenly a timer appeared on the screen. Not a lot of time, but apparently Bonnie didn't need it. Ron sure as hell didn't. Needless to say another wave of suggestions and demands came in. Each with a donation to go with it. None were more than the spare change Monique had in her back pocket, but all together was a good amount of cash. Monique would give this to Bonnie's viewers, they had imagination. Though Monique had no idea what motor oil and a kitten had anything to do with this.

Soon enough the timer hit zero.

"Ding. Ding. Ding. Now, lets see what the winner wants." Bonnie looked at her laptop. Her teasing look instantly soured. "Ugh, of course. What is it with you weirdoes?"

"What?" Ron asked, still sitting up on the bed.

"You see this," Bonnie gestured to her face, ignoring Ron. "No touchie. And there is nothing that can change my min- wow."

A donation just dropped in. It was half. Exactly half of what Bonnie gained since her show started. Monique actually gulped at the number, and almost choked on the mint. She had to spit it out. Bonnie herself just stared at her laptop for a moment, her face blank and then she blinked. Turning back to Ron, Bonnie sighed in defeat.

"Oh, that can't be good." Ron gulped.

"For the first time I can think of, it is for you- and not for me."

Bonnie rolled her eyes, pumping her chest out as she inhaled. Instantly, the last button of her shirt popped off. Oddly, or fittingly enough, it hit Ron right in the nose before flinging out of sight. Though Ron didn't seem to notice as Bonnie's shirt finally opened up and slided off to the side. But just before anyone could get any nipple action, Bonnie stopped it right on the edge of what looked like dark brown dollar coins. The purple princess gave a wink to Ron, the audience, or both as she leaned forward and enveloped the sidekick's thick meaty shaft. It reminded Monique of a hot-dog being placed in a bun and disappearing in the bread.

Instantly Ron tilted his head back in a moan. "Oh god..."

"Close." Bonnie said as she slided herself up and down, her breasts seemed to jiggle like mocha colored pudding.

What wasn't covered by the purple silk shirt or grabbed by Bonnie's hand undulated back and forth in waves. Even though Ron was the largest Monique had seen outside of professional porn, he still wasn't comically large like R-rated Japanese hentai or absurd cartoons. Bonnie didn't need to move all that much, her hands and chest did most of it. Not that Ron or the audience cared.

The sidekick himself grumbling sweet nothings as he griped his bed sheets. Monique herself didn't have to guess hard how the rest of team Possible were doing, and she was right. They were right back at it. The lotion bottle on Wade's desk was tipped over and clearly just used, the guy was clearly pumping something as he stared at Bonnie's feed. As for Kim, Monique had to lean over to see that Kim was on her knees now, trying to hide behind the couch as she was rubbing herself, and pretty hard too.

Monique just shrugged as Bonnie kept going up and down on Ron's dick. Though the backup sidekick had to admit, she was curious about doing that. Monique had no experience giving tit jobs, she herself didn't have quite the right... equipment for that. But Monique did see that Bonnie was actually trying here. More than the hand job from before. Pushing her breasts in as she went down, tightening around Ron and then loosening as she went up. Bonnie did this a few times before she change it up and started pumping her breasts together at the tip. That's when Ron's hips started thrusting into Bonnie.

Ron's head twitched to the side as he managed to stammer. "B-Bon...I-"

"Purple Princess." Bonnie glared at Ron, her chest going up and down his length as the sidekick almost revealed her name to the world.

"P-Purple P-Pr-Princ-Gah!" Ron jabbered, his teeth clenching as Bonnie bounced her breasts harder and faster.

She knew what was coming, and exactly when too. After finishing up another rep, Bonnie let go of the sidekick, leaned back and grabbed Ron's boner with her hands and started pumping with those instead of her tits. The purple princess was going on him hard too. It honestly reminded Monique of that school field trip to the old timey colonial village thing where all the students spent an hour churning butter. It ended in a ghost pirate attack. Long story, don't ask. Believe it or not, when Monique met up with her boytoy at the time after they got back, the guy actually told the backup sidekick that her hand jobs were better than before.

"Huh, so that trip was worth something after all." Monique snorted as the Stoppable volcano blew.

It went how you'd think. One camera feed showing squirt after squirt for all the world to see. Another camera feed for only three showed a world class sidekick spasming on his bed like he shoved his crotch into an electrical socket instead of between a girl's chest. After a solid minute, both stopped. The sidekick finally settled down and sat there hunched over on his bed. He wasn't still though, or even quiet. Ron Stoppable's head drifted back and forth, side to side, with the dead moan of a ghost groaning all the way. Eventually though, Bonnie just got tired of it and tapped her living prop on the chest.

"Timber."

The sidekick fell back on the bed.

"Th-Thank you..." Ron stuttered, gasping for air as he lay there.

"Don't ever, thank me for that." Bonnie spat, glaring daggers at the downed sidekick as he struggled to keep his eyes open. "Gah, gross. Thank, NotHegoHeroOfGoCity."

"Wh-What? Wait a minute. We, Me, and He... Does the whole team watch-Holy cra-BLEEP." Ron cursed as he looked at the face of the girl who just gave him the best welcome home present ever.

In a word, covered. Globs of white goo. It was all around the pretty mocha mug of the purple princess. Mostly dotted around the right eye, just above the eyebrow, a fair bit on the nose and what couldn't stay on the top dribbled over onto her chin. It wasn't just on her face either, some dribbles landed on her neck while a second spray even bigger than the first splattered on Bonnie's chest. It wasn't in one area on that one, but spread out over both breasts. Though there was a double layer in the middle through overlapping fire. Honestly, it looked like someone tried dumping an entire soap dispenser on the purple princess. Half on her face and half on her chest.

"Huh, so its not just porn stars that can do that." Monique huffed, shaking her head.

Honestly, while Monique herself was a little impressed- and more than a little grossed out- that Ron had it in him to do that, the backup sidekick didn't care for it. Like many things that guys love, facials do absolutely nothing for girls. Unless it was her specific fetish it mostly just grossed a girl out. At best it counted as the guy's birthday present. With that in mind, Monique actually sympathized with Bonnie as she shivered in pure disgust.

Just to complete the set, Monique checked on her teammates. Apparently guys can sink up. Because Wade was sitting there, his hands still wrapped around something on his lap under the desk, his face a slack jawed stare at Bonnie. And yes, the backup sidekick noticed a few crumpled up tissues covering his desk that weren't there before. As for Kim... Monique took a deep breath as she looked and damn near blurted out a curse as she saw Kim still on her knees, but now she had something in her mouth and biting down on it hard as she was spasming so much Monique wondered if she was having a stroke. Yes, the heroes eyes were laser focused on her school yard arch foe's cum covered face.

"Oh, oh boy." Monique coughed nervously. "I-I better warn you not to ask for that on the first date."

"Ugh, Its- Its in my hair." Bonnie said, pulling out a few strands. Some goo on her fingers before she wiped them on Ron's knee. Luckily her mode improved a bit as she saw that even more donations had flooded in. Shaking her head, a few droplets dripping off as she did. "That's right losers, enjoy every second of this. Because its the last time its gonna happen. Go on. Finish up the round of the only love you'll ever feel in your life."

Bonnie gestured up and down with one hand, sticking out her chest while doing a cranking motion with her other as she did. Monique had no idea what was keeping her shirt on by this point. But then the backup sidekick noticed something.

"B-Bon-Bon..."

"Jesus Christ, what did I tell you-Oh." Bonnie said, turning back to Ron from her laptop. She had a look on her face that said she was a step away from strangling someone until she got a look at his crotch. Remembering her dad's military slang, after the facial Ron was at 'half-mast'. But right now in front of Monique, Bonnie, and the viewing audience the sidekick shot back up at 'attention' before anyone could blink. Ron's eyes were laser focused on his signature he left on the half dressed girl in front of him.

"Yeah, you would be the kind of freak that would love this." Bonnie stuck her tongue out at the sidekick and instantly regretted it, getting some of him on her tongue. "Gah... how can it taste worse than it smells?"

The purple princess literally spat as she got back up to her feet and strutted over to her laptop on Ron's desk she kicked over. All eyes but Monique's own on Bonnie's behind as she did. Once there Bonnie pulled out some napkins but before she could do anything with them she heard more pings going off. Bonnie actually raised an eyebrow at the latest donation. The facialed, goo covered one.

"Huh, got another big one. Apparently GreenNMeanGo wants you to rip off my shirt and ram me into that wall over there like a beast in heat." Bonnie snorted, half amused half disappointment. Monique knew the sound, usually when someone said something fun during a date but the guy turned it down. "You see this sub bitch over here? Forget their actual size, he doesn't have the balls for that."

Hearing that, Monique smiled at what she saw happen next.

"Now, unless something changes that, this show is ove... Why did I just say that?" Bonnie sighed.

Turing around, the purple princess was met face to perfect pecks of the sidekick. Ron stood about a head taller than Bonnie. Funny enough, because the camera was still attached to Ron and how it was angled, everyone got a front row close up view of Bonnie's cum covered chest. From Bonnie's end, the girl eyes widened as she face first to his underwear deity muscles. Now covered in sweat and glistening. The purple princess actually bit down on her lip at that. Bonnie stayed there for a moment before, by pure reflex, reached out her hand to touch Ron only to pull it back.

"S-So...Ah-ha. Y-You up for it?" Bonnie stammered, her eyes bouncing on his muscles before she managed to force them up to Ron's mask covered face. That's when Bonnie's head tilted to the side. Through the laptop's camera, the viewers could only see the back of Bonnie. Ron's body was covered by hers. The only reason team Possible could see all of that before was because of Wade's hidden cameras. Needing no orders, the brains of the team used another hidden camera and saw what Bonnie saw- Ron's face. "A-Are your eyes glowing blue?"

Indeed, they were, at least they did to Monique. Not solid blue either, like you'd see in old movies that showed how someone just turned into a monster. No, Ron still had his pupils-which were also blue. It's just that the whites of the eyes, the sclera, now had a blue tinge to it and probably glowing. Monique couldn't quite tell about the last part. The sidekick's normally baby browns were now cold cobalt. Those, Monique could tell were glowing. Oh, and a final kick—they showed exactly where Ron was looking. Yup, the first string sidekick had his own built-in laser pointers.

One guess as to what.

Monique tilted her head at that, it was the first time she'd heard about anything like this. Sure, Monique had been told about the moodulator debacle. An emotional gizmo that made whoever wore them eye's flash a color, but that was it. Turning to Wade and Kim, they both reacted the same: sat there still and confused before going back to slack jawed and rubbing themselves - hard.

That made Monique a little worried. Normally, team Possible had a good sense about what was worth ignoring or addressing. But now, everyone - all but Monique, were too distracted to think straight. The second string sidekick went through the evidence: Ron left for Japan as his usual lazy, pasty, pale self with a polite -very-distracting hunk taking his place. One week later he returns from the other side of the planet jacked as all hell with a tan, erupts like a volcano, and his eyes glow like he just licked the core of a nuclear reactor.

"Something's up." Monique grumbled under her breath. The question was what to do now. The only people Monique knew that could do something were too into the show to remember their own names. As for Ron himself...

"Yo, Ro- prop." Bonnie asked, her own head tilted at the sidekick as she waved at him. A second later, she noticed the two beams of blue light drifting around her chest, specifically around the globs of white-hot climax on the purple silk. Bonnie rolled her eyes as she stuck out her chest at the sidekick. "You finally get superpowers, and all it does is let everyone know you're staring at my boobs. Congratulations, that's a total 'you' power."

Ron said nothing at that, but his face said volumes. Monique's been around enough horny guys that'd been teased for too long. Hell, for a few of the boys, that was their kink. This right here? Monique knew what was about to happen, and honestly-weird superhero thing or not, the second string sidekick felt kinda jealous of Bonnie.

"Ro-"

Before anyone could blink, Ron's hands jumped forward and grabbed hold of the silk of the dress shirt before pulling it away - outright tearing the princess purple material apart and finally showing the mocha brown boobs to the viewing world. They were big, they were round - dang near pear shaped, actually. Bounced everywhere and Monique had no idea how or why, but she could've sworn that Bonnie's tits actually defied gravity. What surprised Monique was the cheerleader's nipples, they were big. Around half the size of Monique's palm and about the same shade of dark brown as Bonnie's hair. Oh, and they were tipped and pointy. Showing that Bonnie was more turned on than she would care to admit in front of her audience.

"Huh." Monique nodded at the screen. While the backup sidekick wasn't attracted to the cheerleader- at all - she had to admit. "Mean girl, nice tits."

"Sh-shoooow NISHHHH!" Kim groaned, now laying on the floor tilted on her side. The hero's eyes watery as she had both hands rubbing her crotch again as she stared at the screen. Kim was biting down hard on whatever she shoved into her mouth as she held in another moan.

"Waiting a long time for that, huh?" Monique sighed, she didn't want to look at Wade... but she did. She turned over to his feed just long enough to see the very teenage computer king's eyes go wide, his pupils shrink, and the boy himself tip over for a great fall like the almighty Humpty Dumpty himself. Apparently, Team Possible weren't the only ones. There were so many pings going off that Monique wanted to hit the mute button.

"The hell, I liked that shir-"

Once again, the cheerleader was stopped by Stoppable, who let go of the tattered remains of the purple silk and grabbed hold of the brown melons. Bonnie herself actually shuttered at that. The close POV shot the camera on Ron's chest gave one hell of a view. No, really. While most shots like this in porn did nothing for Monique or most girls that cared to talk about this, it showed that Ron knew at least a little about foreplay. The sidekick going in firm, but slow. Ron had a tight grip, but not hard enough to actually hurt - which did happen more often than Monique would like when she was with inexperienced guys- or at least it wasn't too tight for Bonnie, who bit down on her lip to hold in a groan. The sidekick swerved his thumbs around the large brown nipples for a bit before Ron playfully started pinching them. Monique actually smirked when that happened, because it looked like Bonnie was about to say something, but then shut her mouth hard and moaned through her lips.

"Wow, Ron can make her shut up." Monique laughed. "Good on ya, string bean."

Bonnie opened her mouth to talk again, but Ron dipped his head down enough to put the tip of her left tit in his mouth. So instead, Bonnie plopped her head back, shutting her eyes as she shivered while Ron started moaning himself as he sucked away. Well, that's how it looked from Wade's hidden camera feeds. The feed from Ron's chest camera just gave a shot of Bonnie's belly, or did until she slid down her left hand to between her legs and under her bikini bottoms.

"Ya gotta love the double angle." Monique nodded before she got an idea in her head. "Hey Wade."

"Y-Yes." Wade said, his head peaking back into the feed from under his desk - clearly still dizzy from post-nut clarity.

"Show everyone who's watching what you're showing us." Monique pointed at the hidden camera feed. "This is too good to pass up."

Wade grew a naughty smile and started typing. "Alright."

"J-Jesus, y-you finally don't s-suck at suck-Ah, Fuc-BLEEP." Bonnie whimpered, her free hand grabbing Ron's wrist as her other started rubbing faster.

"That will never not be weird." Monique shook her head at the real time bleep. That disapproval turned into a nod when Monique saw Ron switch from one tit to another. The now free and thoroughly lubed tit's nipple had Ron's middle finger rubbing it in a circle. Not so surprisingly, this got another moan out from the purple princess. Also, not so surprisingly- now that Monique looked, Ron couldn't get all of Bonnie's boobs in his hands. What wasn't in the sidekick's grip, undulated and bounced out like a mocha filled water balloon.

"F-Fuc-BLEEP, Stoppable." Bonnie mumbled, her free hand sliding up from Ron's wrist to the back of his head. "S-since when d-do you know h-how to ni-nibble?"

Remembering that Ron had a new superpower, the two blue dots shifted from Bonnie's chest to her eyes. Surprisingly, they didn't burn a hole into her retinas. Hell, if anything, Bonnie's teal eyes turned the same shade of cold cobalt as Ron's had as her pupils expanded. Suddenly the cheerleader grew a hazy goofy grin as she started breathing faster, her hand gripped his hair tight. From the bottom angle shot, Monique could see that Ron had slid his own hand - the one not directing her tit into his mouth - down from her boobs to inside her bikini bottoms. Monique grew a sly smile and raised an eyebrow as she noticed that Ron didn't move Bonnie's hand out of the way, but instead he had his own hand over hers, and they rubbed that purple princess's pussy together.

"Nice move, I'll have to remember that."

"Th-There's not much of a difference." Kim stuttered, the hero was still on the floor, but her eyes were wiped dry now.

"There is, if it's someone else's hand." Monique shook her head. "I really need to hook you up with someone."

"Ah-haaaah." Bonnie squealed, her head tilted back and her mouth wide open. The cheerleader and the sidekick did not break eye contact. "Oh Fuc-BLEEP, oh fuc-BLEEP, oh fuc-BLEEP. I-I'm about to- What?"

Suddenly, Stoppable... stopped. Not just his hand, which he held in place, but he also pulled his head back. Bonnie's tit bouncing out of his mouth in a plop. The very confused Bonnie became very angry very fast and was about to snarl before the sidekick picked the cheerleader up. One hand grabbing her behind, the other looped his hand under her right knee and carried the confused again Bonnie over to the wall before setting her down - Ron still kept his arm looped around her knee to hold up her leg through. When it was all over, Bonnie looked around and noticed that Ron had his free hand on the side string of her bikini bottoms and his throbbing enthusiasm - standing at attention and ready to go.

Bonnie stood like that for what felt like an eternity, even for Monique, before she lifted her head up to stare back at the sidekick. Who thanks to Wade's hidden camera's showed that the sidekick had the biggest, happiest, goofiest smile. It was like a golden retriever was saying 'fuck you' for taking away a treat he'd earned.

"You. Cocky. Sidekick." Bonnie glared, her lip twitching. Monique couldn't tell if she was holding back a sneer or a grin. Ron himself said nothing, but the sidekick pressed said cock against Bonnie. From what Monique could tell, exactly where it'd tease Bonnie the most and started rubbing up and down. Whatever composure Bonnie had left, cracked right there. The cheerleader grabbed the back of Ron's head with one hand and all but jabbed her fingers into his shoulder with the other. "Fuc-BLEEP, fine. Fuc-BLEEP me alread- oh god!"

The sidekick didn't need to be told twice. He ripped off the bikini bottoms off right there before going in. Surprisingly, he didn't shoot in like a rocket like most guys would have- or at least from Monique's experience. He went in stiff but slow, and when Ron hit the end, he actually smacked them both against his attic wall. The banging sound actually echoing in the video feed, or would have if Bonnie's banshee like wail didn't do it already.

"Girl was holding in that one." Monique snorted before she heard some labored huffing sounds to her right. Monique knew she shouldn't but she did. It was Kim, still on her side, but now she had her leggings pulled down to her knees and pumping what appeared to be the buttonless smart remote in and out of her. The hero's eyes glued to her TV showing them all of this. "You-you have spares of those, right?"

"Fudge, fudge, fudge." Was all that Kim could say as she started pumping faster.

"Rah-haaaae! Finally." Ron roared as he pounded into her, the cheerleader bouncing up and down with each thrust. The videocam footage from the chest camera actually showing Bonnie's breasts jiggling and bopping and undulating each and every time he went into her. That's what the viewers were watching, Monique knew. The fashionista herself was staring right at Ron's now shapely tanned and toned ass.

"You GOTTA love the double angle. Hpmmm!" Monique grunted as she finally started enjoying the show.

As Ron kept going at it, Bonnie herself wrapped her legs around the sidekick. Well, one leg. The other Ron still held up. Monique knew the reason, it gave better leverage and deeper penetration. Monique cursed herself as she saw this. The backup sidekick didn't know how long Ron had been doing stuff like this with Bonnie, but the first string sidekick knew his stuff. Well, more than the inexperienced idiots or selfish morons that Monique had been with.

Like knowing how not to be as silent as the grave as you rammed into somebody, like damn near all guys Monique had been with. Monique cursed aloud this time as Ron let out another roar as he bounced Bonnie into the wall again. The cheerleader herself actually biting into the sidekick's shoulder. As she heard her best friend and fearless leader to her side let out another climaxing seizure induced moan, Monique was tempted to do some public touching herself - her eyes hard on Ron's bouncing butt- but bit down on her lip to stop herself.

"Not here, girl. Not here." Monique grumbled under her breath as she spotted Bonnie pulling herself as close as she could to the sidekick as he went to town on her. Which meant that her big brown boobs smothering the feed from Ron's chest camera, leaving just a black screen.

Not that many of the viewers minded. Luckily, before anyone could change their mind, Another feed from a different angle replaced it. This one from the side, showing Ron's free hand actually grabbing and squeezing Bonnie's tit. Ron himself quickly dropped his head down, so he could put the bouncing brown boob in his mouth again. Bonnie herself, still biting down on his shoulder - the one opposite of her tit in his mouth and the same one as the leg Ron was holding up. It was awkward as all hell and the hottest thing Monique had ever seen. Monique knew it was the hottest thing Kim had ever seen as she groaned out the word 'fudge' again.

"Si-Si...Sidekick. Don't stop. I...fuc-BLEEP!" Bonnie grumbled, still nibbling on Ron's shoulder, the cheerleader's lips moving just enough to get the words out. The sidekick growled at this, actually growled. For another surprise to all this, Ron didn't speed up or slow down, but actually kept the pace. Most guys when they hear those words think they mean go full steam ahead, when really girls mean exactly what they say and for guys keep going exactly as they have. Many an orgasm of solid date nights have been denied by guys not getting the hint, as Monique knew from experience.

Soon enough, Bonnie started spasming, just like Kim had when this whole thing started. The only real difference was that Bonnie bit down hard into the sidekick's shoulder as she scraped five full fingernail marks down Ron's back as she did. The girl got deep too. There was actually a bit of blood coming out. Ron himself didn't seem to care, or if he did, he seemed to like it as he finally did go full steam ahead and grunted out a breathy roar with each go.

It didn't take long. The sidekick roaring out his approval, sounding an awful lot like the scream he uses the many times he's fallen out of a helicopter or jet. It was manly as all hell as the sidekick thrusts looked more like twitches as he spasmed as much as the girl he was inside of- who was still going by the way. Strangely enough, Bonnie's eyes started glowing like cobalt blue laser points, just like Ron's had. Of which, Monique didn't fail not note, only happened after Mt. Stoppable blew again.

After what felt like forever, but probably less than a minute, the two came down - literally. The two fell to the floor in a plop. The sidekick on his back, the cheerleader on top of him. Both were dazed and out of breath. The two stayed like that for a bit, just laying there. Her on top of him. Him *still* inside her. The mardi gra masks were barely on their faces now, though just enough to hide their identities. How the two saw out of them, however, Monique had no idea. All the while, the viewers were going nuts. Pings going off like never before. Though, Monique did notice that the account that made the big offer that started the last round had left, but her last comment being a big green smiley face emoji with hearts for eyes. Monique didn't know about that, but she could see it happening now.

"Thank you, GREENnMEANGo#1." Monique nodded. "Wherever you are."

"Oh god." Bonnie breathed, pulling her hair back as she looked at the sidekick. "That was almost worth a week of teasing."

"Yeah it was, wait." Ron shook his head before eyeing Bonnie. "Almost?"

"One round is not enough." Bonnie smirked at Ron as she pushed herself up, so the cheerleader was sitting on the sidekick. Ron himself still very much still inside her. "Is it?"

"Hell no, sister." Ron said, answering her smirk with that same golden retriever smile.

"Don't call me that, guh." Bonnie grimaced. "I still wanna fuck you. Don't ruin it."

"Oh, sorry." Ron apologized. The two smiled at each other. It was nice, sweet even. But then the two noticed a wave of pings going off. All of them requesting more and more weird stuff.

"Nope, that's it." Bonnie said, getting off of Ron. The two were visibly disappointed when she did, before Bonnie strutted over to her laptop. The cheerleader giving its camera the bird. "Hey, don't give me shi-BLEEP. You knew what this was. Its over. But think of it like this as you go for another handful of lube, just because you sexless losers are done for the night doesn't mean we are."

"Yes!" Ron cheered.

"Shut up." Bonnie shook her head. "Well, stop talking. Keep doing... whatever that was."

"Okay."

Just like that, Bonnie cut the feed, looking at the other window showing Wade's hidden camera angles it showed the cheerleader closing her laptop before all but hopping on top of the sidekick. The two kissing like they were in the middle of an old horror flick before the serial killer hopped out to skewer them. Monique herself sighed. She'd had enough of this. Surprisingly enough, the backup sidekick heard nothing coming inside the room or from the team's tech guru. Almost afraid at what she'd find, Monique took a deep breath as she turned to her side.

Kim was still there, but she was out. The hero was still on her side of all things, still facing the TV. Though her eyes were closed, her hair was a mess, and - well, crying wasn't the best way to describe it, but Kim's eyes were watering. Oh, speaking of watering. The remote was out of the hero, thank god, but it was anything but dry. Monique cringed as she grabbed a nearby napkin on the coffee table and used it to toss the remote in the waste bin. Monique didn't care how advanced or expansive the remote was, that thing was done.

"Ewww, so gross." Monique grimaced, biting her lip, this time the sidekick didn't want to do it, but she had to. Ripping the band-aid off, Monique turned to the TV to find the brains of Team Possible... also out. Though instead of on the floor like last time, he was just sitting in his desk chair. Head back, mouth open to the world. More than a bit of drool dripping out the side of his mouth. His desk was a mess. Filled to the dang brim with clumped up used tissues and... Monique chose to believe it was a turned over empty soda next to the tissue box instead of lotion. Looking around the room, Monique saw the feed to the cam show stars going back at it- and hard. The other feed to something that would send anyone who saw it over age 18 to prison. Last but not least, a world-class hero half naked and asleep in her living room - covered in all kinds of her own juices, with her family to return at any time.

Oh, and let's not forget a very - very horny back up sidekick who told all her boy toys to fuck off that Friday night, so she could spend it with her friends and teammates.

"This is gonna suck."