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Honey Pot

Chapter 16- Banana Lemon Sundae

"D-do best...goofy... meet g-girls." Ron mumbled, his mind swirling as he felt his legs moving beneath him with his feet brushing against something hard. Ron heard something under his right shoulder mumbling his name as it tugged his arm to hold him up. Shuffling forward, the sidekick tried to open his eyes but just couldn't and kept nodding off. Slipping on something squishy, Ron was about to tip over when he felt something cold splash on his face. "Wonder weaseling walnuts!"

"N-no, no, no, no!" A panicked voice grumbled under Ron's arm, pressing up under the shoulder holding him up. Looking down, Ron saw none other than Bonnie staring back at him, a medical mask covering the lower half of her face as she held the sink hose in her hand. "Move, Stoppable."

"B-Bonbon, wha-" Before Ron could finish Bonnie tugged him forward and out of the kitchen, dropping the sink hose behind them. The second Ron's feet hit the carpet of the living room Bonnie let go and dropped the sidekick to the ground. When his back hit the soft, brand new white fluffy carpet, his whole body was engulfed in pain. It felt like his limbs, torso, and head were tenderized meat run over by a truck. Cringing on the ground, Ron stuttered. "Wh-what is this, what happened?"

"Huh, no idea." Bonnie shrugged, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Just throwing this out there, but could'a been you sleeping face down on the cold tile floor of the kitchen."

"I-I did what?" Ron asked confused as he patted his face, and instantly felt like someone had smacked him with a cricket bat. "Wow, that smarts. Did Shego pop into my place last night? Feels like she slugged me in the nose."

"Nope," Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Just your face hitting the floor thing."

"What happene-Uhhhh." Ron stopped as he turned his gaze back to Bonnie and finally got a look at her outfit. The millionaire sidekick's financial security advisor still had on the medical face mask that Ron saw before, but also a pair of purple latex dish gloves, an old grease covered 'Kiss the cook' apron with one of Ron's old hokey jersies under it that cut off around her mid thigh, and a pair of matching purple flip flops. Looking past Bonnie into the kitchen she had just pulled him out of, Ron could see it was a mess. Almost like a garbage tornado crashed into it. But for whatever reason, there was a human-sized clean area in the flour-covered dusty part near the oven, a big pile of paper towels next to a container of clean wipes, and a sleeping Rufus. "Okay, I need someone to explain. Please."

"Ronnie..." Bonnie looked down at Ron, taking in a deep breath. "Completely honest here, you're a crappy business partner. Ever since we 'hooked up', it's been nothing but setbacks, disasters, and drama. I'm tired of it. I've got a new mark now. But, God knows why, I still need your crazy super ass. So you need to get it together."

"I- um... wow, that's something to wake up to first thing in the morning."

"Ugh, it's afternoon, naco head." Bonnie rolled her eyes, turning around and heading toward the front door, slipping off the impromptu hazmat suit as she went. Unlike the last time Bonnie did something like this in his house, there was no teasing tone, no extra swerve in her step. Nope, just annoyed strutting. "You can start by cleaning up the mess you made, any questions?"

"Uhhh, do I get twenty or is it a thirty seconds on the clock sort'ah thin-"

"Nope, great to hear it." Bonnie cut him off, staring back at him with an annoyed forced smile on her face as she grabbed the handle to the front door. "I'm off to seduce a prince."

"Okay, y-you gotta tell me what's going on." Ron said, hopping back to his feet and trying to ignore the sudden rush of dizziness. He couldn't and was forced to lean against the archway into the kitchen to keep standing.

"No I don't." Bonnie stuck out her tongue at the sidekick, opening the door and revealing none other than Tara herself standing on the front porch. Ron was getting more confused by the second.

"Wow, he really does have a crazy super ass." Tara said, looking past Bonnie and raising an eyebrow at Ron.

"Huh..." Ron asked, shifting his gaze to where Tara was looking and discovering he wasn't wearing anything. Feeling his face heating up like a hot coal, Ron jumped behind the kitchen wall. "Why are you two here and why am I naked?"

"Oh gawd..." Ron heard Bonnie sigh. "Okay, he is officially your problem now."

"I'm okay with that." Tara said, her voice chipper. "You go gold dig that prince... Dig gold that prince. Prince dug golded... Wow, that fell apart fast. I'll figure it out."

"Ignoring that." Ron could practically hear Bonnie shake her head and roll her eyes. "Just don't go crazy. I need Ronnie back up and running, not worse than before."

"Have you tried turning him off and back on again?" Tara joked. "Always works for me."

"The pet rat did a hard reset." Bonnie said, her tone flat and nonchalant. "Smacked him in the back of the head with a frying pan."

"Holy crap, that's awesome." Tara cheered. "Who knew a naked mole rat was a Flintstones fan?"

"Or that a six inch tall rodent could cause life-threatening bodily harm to a six foot tall human." Bonnie grumbled, her tone sarcastic. "Okay, you definitely watch too much TV."

As the two girls continued their banter, Ron was intrigued by what they had said and felt the back of his head, finding a large bump and tender pain when he touched it. More confused than ever and answered with only more questions, Ron stuck his head out from the wall and finally got a good look at the girls. Bonnie looked like a walking wet dream with a Catholic school flavor. The girl was wearing a low cut white T-shirt, a red and black plaid mini-skirt, red high heels, and a cross necklace that didn't just point to her bouncing cleavage but advertised it. More than that, BonBon was in the middle of sliding on white thigh high socks that matched her shirt. Tara herself had on a much more plain everyday outfit of a green and white raglan shirt, an orange seashell necklace, cyan jean shorts, and green and white socks pulled up to her knees, along with regular sneakers.

"Uh, excuse me." Ron announced, interrupting the girls' banter, forcing the two to look at him. Tara smirked at him with a fun smile, while Bonnie only rolled her eyes. "The captive peanut gallery's got some questions."

"That's my cue to go." Bonnie said, stepping toward the door before turning back to Tara and gesturing to her outfit. "You sure this'll work?"

"Like that. He won't stand a chance." Tara nodded, snapping her fingers. There was a moment of silence between the two girls, with Bonnie staring at the other blonde in her life. "Waiting for something?"

"Just one last zinger about my gold digging swap from royalty check prince to an actual prince." Bonnie shrugged.

"I already struck out once." Tara shrugged back, a little embarrassment showing on her face. "Had one, but I can't really remember the name for it. Tip of my tongue, but it's got honey in there. Best I got are knock-knock jokes."

"Like how I can knock him. He can knock me," Bonnie joked, adjusting her top to show off even more of her chest. "But I better not get knocked up."

"Damn it! That's way better." Tara folded her arms, holding in a laugh. Bonnie gave a victorious nod as she walked out the door and out of sight. "Good luck."

"Wow, you two should do standup." Ron said, still standing behind the kitchen wall with his head sticking out, honestly impressed with their back and forth. "A two girl team. Maybe improv."

"Is it weird that I think more gals would show up to watch than guys? Remember, Bonnie is part of the duo." As she said 'Bonnie', Tara grabbed her chest and mushed her breasts together through her shirt. Ron couldn't help but stare and blush as he slipped his head back behind the kitchen wall.

"Those are hard to miss."

"They're just two of the many things Bonnie likes to show off." Tara shrugged, letting go of her chest. Ron couldn't help it, his gaze followed Tara's more modest boobs bouncing. "My favorite is what Bon can do with her mouth."

"Wait, wh-what? You and Bonn-" Ron was about to ask, the image of the grouchy brunette Bonnie's head between the legs of the cheerful Blonde Tara already forming in his head when he was interrupted.

"She's got better one-liners than James Bond. I've personally seen her snark the pants off people." Tara winked at Ron. "Though, I'm sure you know more than me about the other stuff Bon uses her mouth for."

"...Wow."

"Right, Naco man." Tara laughed. "It's Bon's favorite."

"Okayyy... Super villain in the making here. Mind games extraordinaire." Ron let out a nervous chuckle. "Seriously, you're better at Brain Blasting than most of the baddies I deal with."

"Meh." Tara shrugged, chuckling back. "I'm flattered you're getting so flustered by me. Surprising, with you being Bon's 'partner' for so long I thought'd it'd take a bit more."

"Are we even bothering to keep it a secret anymore?"

"Ehhh..." Tara gave a so-so gesture. "I'm still figuring it out myself. You saw how angry she was, right?"

"Hard to miss." Ron nodded. "Like the rest of her today. What, did you find her outfit at 'Fetishes-R-US'?"

"Bonnie only gets like that when she's scared." Tara said, ignoring Ron's question. "If she really was just mad she would've dropped the whole thing. Bon wants me here to make you 'not this'. Sooo, you wanna talk about it, Mr. Comatose?"

"Uhhh..."

Ron was confused. He had no idea what Tara was talking about. Trying to remember, Ron only found nothing. The last few days were a blur. Just vague hints of red hair and a black dress- Suddenly, just like that, it all came flooding back. The sight of Kim's naked form, her teasing tone and desperate face, the taste of vanilla from her kiss, and the scent of lavender burned into his mind.

His head still racing, Ron heard a thunk before a small jolt of pain exploded against his forehead. Snapping back to reality, Ron discovered his head was tapping against the wall. The sidekick groaned as he felt his member screaming at him, feeling more pent up than ever before.

"R-Ron, you alright?" Tara asked, Ron didn't answer. He just couldn't find the words. "You wanna talk about it?"

Ron opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out. The sidekick thought about what to say, but almost instantly the memory of the night before took over. Specifically when Kim had slipped off the black dress, standing before him in her naked glory. How in that one instant, years of fantasy and endless guessing disappeared and were replaced with something better than anything he ever dreamed of.

"Puke. Vomit. Belly blast!"

Instantly the image of a naked Kim rubbing her chest against his, kissing him as she grabbed his ass was replaced with a stream of yellow greasy gunk spraying over him. Blinking uncontrollably, Ron smacked his head against the wall as he groaned again, on purpose this time.

"Oh, wow." Tar audibly gulped. "I went too far. Sorry."

"N-nope..." Ron shook his head, grinding it against the wall. "I don't know."

"Sorry, Ron."

"...About anything."

"Huh, Bon wasn't lying about the drama."

Backing up, Ron rubbed the crust out of his eyes as he walked over to the fridge, only to find it bare and empty. Staring at the spotless fridge for a moment, his mind a hazy blank, Ron turned to the pile of fresh garbage. The rancid smell of the pile, like everything else, was getting to him.

Closing his eyes as he took a deep breath, everything became a blur. Ron didn't know what happened next, only the tiny mumbles of a girl's voice in the background. The next thing Ron knew he was sitting in his hot tub. The tub itself was off, the water was freezing cold, and the millionaire sidekick didn't know how he got there. The worst part was he honestly didn't even care about any of it.

After turning it on, Ron leaned back and closed his eyes as he waited for it to heat up. He thought of Kim again, of her holding the Bueno Nacho bag on his porch before the whole mess started. Even through his hazy memory and crippling headache, Ron remembered how beautiful she looked in the dress. How strong. Like she could take on the world.

Then he remembered what came after that. How he barricading himself in his old room in fear as the same strong beautiful hero pounded on his door screaming bloody murder. A pebble in her shoe, a stain on her dress, too much hot sauce on her taco? Ron didn't know as he cowered behind his old bed as he tried desperately to get into the panic room he had installed.

Failing to type in the code again and again, Ron cried in fear as Kim finally broke in. Her face burned with rage and her eyes glowed blood red. Stammering in panic, Ron stepped back as he prepared to be beaten to death. Then he heard Kim giggle his name. She couldn't have been more different. Kim's rage was gone, replaced by a teasing smirk. The ready kung fu position Ron had seen Kim use before fights was swapped with a pose he'd seen from Bonnie before she took her clothes off. The hero's eyes still glowed. That part stayed the same. Only now they were hot pink instead of blood red.

Kim giggled his name again. Ron, still terrified and confused, could only stutter. Then, out of all the things that could've happened next, this scary superhuman bubbly reminded Ron how she needed a date. Ron could say nothing as he backed up until his knees hit the bed. Through all the fear, through all the confusion, Kim had never been more beautiful or terrifying than when she winked at him, kissed her middle and index finger before tapping him back onto the bed.

"Please." Ron said, but it was Kim's voice.

"Ron?"

"Huh?" Ron's eyes shot open and found Tara standing there looking down at him with a concerned look morphing into a blank stare. Shaking his head and himself awake, Ron felt more than a little uncomfortable and a certain part of himself that was stiff as steel cry out to him. "I-I forgot you were here."

"I figured." Tara nodded, forcing an awkward smile. "You walked right up here. No fudge given."

"I... I'm more of a Hershey's guy." Ron said, reaching into the mini-fridge next to the hot tub and actually taking out a bottle of chocolate syrup before taking a swig right there.

"Wow, props too." Tara smiled as Ron gulped it down. "Respect."

"You have no idea. BR-T0, a number 5." Ron snapped his fingers, and instantly a small round shaped robot the size of a basketball rolled up next to the hot tub. A small half circle shaped head slid over its body with its camera looking at Ron like a puppy. The adorable drone shook for a bit, letting out a familiar series of beeps before its body opened up with a hiss. Ron reached through the steam, grabbed the tube inside and took a bite. "Thanks BR-T0."

"It's a living." The tiny drone announced with a little nod before rolling off out of sight.

"That's good." Ron mumbled, enjoying the breakfast burrito. But then Ron remembered he wasn't alone, he had company. A girl no less. Ron sat there for a moment trying to piece together and explain the 'nerd' stuff. Though he didn't know why he should bother. Kim rarely humored him and Bon shut him down first time he tried. Surprisingly, when he looked over at Tara, instead of a dismissive or confused frown, she had an excited smile. "Oh, the burrito bot's modeled afte-"

"Star Wars and Flinstones mashup? Holy crap!" Tara cheered. "Personally I would'ah gone with a Jetsons and Croods thing, but with a talking appliance angle? Genius, pure genius."

"Huh," Ron smiled, pleasantly surprised. "You're the first person to actually get it. Not even Ki-want one?"

"Uhhh... whats in it?" Tara asked with a lopsided smile.

"Well," Ron coated the burrito in chocolate syrup. "It goes great with this."

"Hmmm, okay." Tara snugged. Ron happily made the order and Tara was obviously delighted to see the little drone as it popped out her burrito. Taking a bite out of it, Tara looked around the attic. "Not bad, it's very Malibu Ken."

"What?"

"Oh, come on, Ron." Tara took another bite. "All that's missing is the sports car."

"...it's in the garage." Ron shrugged back. "My dad ordered it."

"Well," Tara wolfed down the rest of her burrito. "At least I know you're not smooth down there."

"Huh?" Ron tilted his head.

"Uh, Ron..." Tara said, eyeing the water. Ron looked down and discovered, or rediscovered, that he was naked. More than that, he was standing at attention and pointing right at her, and there was no way that Tara couldn't have seen it in the tub... or when he walked up there. "Yeah, I always make things weird. Never be normal."

"S-so that's what it's like from the outside." Ron blushed, covering himself under the water before deciding there was no point. "I'd offer you a dip but you'd get your clothes wet."

"Meh, I might have a solution for that."

Ron sat there frozen as Tara started taking off her clothes. Unlike the last time this happened, there was no slow strip tease or innocent smirks. Instead it was nonchalant undressing and an eager smile. Also unlike before, instead of a super model brunette, it was a blond girl-next-door type.

Slipping off the last of her socks, Tara slipped into the tub feet first. As she did, Ron could see she had shorter legs than either Kim or Bonnie but still curvy and graceful, with thick thighs and wide hips. A clear benefit of cheer leading. Tara also had a bit of a bump around her gut. It was actually rather refreshing that Tara had some chubbiness there instead of the intimidating smooth stomach or the cut abs he was used to seeing on other girls in his life. Adding on to that was the tan. Sure, Tara had one but it looked natural and healthy, unlike the obsessive artificial complexion or world traveling sun kissed hide.

"Sooo..." Ron coughed, his eyes locked on Tara's apple sized breasts as she sat down in the tub across from him. The water was just under her collarbone and did little to obscure the sidekick's view. "N-no fudge given?"

"Oh, I'm just trying to return the favor." Tara smiled, looking down. "Fearless hero. Bravo."

"Yeah... Hard to miss that." Ron gulped. He knew exactly what she was looking at and he wasn't lying, as it was screaming at him with a vengeance. "I've had a rough couple of days, or more. I'm not even sure what day it is."

"R-Ron," Tara stuttered, frowning for the first time. "Its kinda why I'm here."

"I'll add that to the 'crazy stuff I woke up to' bingo card." Ron mimicked stamping something, his eyes never leaving Tara's chest. "Waking up naked in my filthy kitchen, BonBon dressed like a walking wet dream and off to seduce a prince of all things. You showing up out of nowhere popping out references before pulling off an Austin Powers on me. One more and I'll win the game and lose my mind. I wonder what'll happen then."

"Well, a girl is naked in your hot tub with you. Who is also naked. Pretty easy math right there."

"Tara," Ron sighed, rubbing the back of his head where Rufus smacked him. "My head's been thoroughly fudged. So I'm not up to doing any kinda 'math'. Especially when there's a pretty naked girl involved. So you're gonna have to explain it, really simple. Like guy with brain damage simple... because that's a real possibility."

"Sooo, less Hanna Barbara and more Simpsons, huh?" Tara tilted her head, an awkward smile on her face. "Kinda neat actually."

"I would'ah gone with Looney Tunes and Archer." Ron shrugged. "More realistic slapstick."

"Still pretty cool." Tara shrugged back. As she did, Ron learned that boobs bounce way better under water without a bra or bikini covering them, even ones on the smaller side like Tara's. It was almost like they were in slow motion. And the jiggling- Ron's train of thought was broken when Tara clapped in his face and covered her chest. "Lost you there."

"Yeah, sorry."

Ron felt his cheeks heating up again, and the pain from his crotch was actually worse than before. Trying to ignore that, Ron looked up to Tara's face. Ron wasn't kidding when he said she was pretty. Tara was different than the scary hot and curvy Bonnie or the skinny Amazon thing Kim had going on. It was just the best way to describe her. Good looking, yet approachable.

Tara had wavy shoulder length blond hair, warm brown eyes, a pointed perky nose, and killer dimples, but what really stuck out was her genuinely cheerful smile that looked like it could light up a room. At least that's how she always looked at cheer practice and in class, where Ron normally knew her. But now, sitting in his hot tub... Tara was blushing. Her face was actually pink. She looked nervous, forcing herself to keep eye contact as she pulled her hair back behind her ear. Ron was actually confused as to why, then it finally hit him. The girl was that way because of him.

"Tara, why are you here?"

"About that... Get ready for some backstory." Tara said, her blush disappearing. "Before I moved to town in freshman year, I heard stories about Team Possible, or 'spandex patrol'. I never really gave it much thought. There are super teams everywhere. But a few months into the year, Wannaweep happened."

There was an awkward silence. The two blonds stared at each other, neither moving a muscle.

"...We almost died." Tara finally said, clear fear in her voice. "If not, then we would've turned into a Lovecraftian wet dream."

"Th-that sounds way less cool when you say it out loud."

"Ha." Tara smiled. "Then you saved us- in the most bad-ass way possible. Even when our resident hero couldn't. Very cinematic. But after that, everyone pretended like it didn't happen. It was crazy, and you? A couple pats on the back and that was it."

"I seem to remember getting a nice little reward from a certain blonde I rescued."

"Yeah," Tara's smile grew. "It was all I could think of back then. I've had some time to think."

Tara winked at him. Followed by another wink and, after a moment, a few blinks.

"Uhhh, I think I know what you're doing but I can't really tell."

"I-I..." Tara sighed. "I was going for a sexy wink after a double entendre thing."

"I didn't wanna say it." Ron nodded, feeling the awkwardness in the air. It felt a little strange that he wasn't the cause of it.

"Hey, hand me the bottle would ya?" Tara gestured to the mini-fridge with one hand, the other still covering her chest. Ron handed it over and Tara took a swig as she sank lower into the tub. "As you can probably tell, I'm not the seducing type."

"You say that," Ron said, peeking over the side of the tub at Tara's discarded clothes, then over to her very naked body and back to her face. "I'm a little confused here. Bon called you over but now you're trying to seduce me. Bad friend."

"Bad friend, great tits." Tara joked, her hand sliding down from her chest, her pale perky nipples staring back him. "Damn, I finally come up with a good on-the-spot one-liner and Bon's not around to hear it."

"Okay, I'm officially more confused than ever." Ron rubbed the side of his head, his eyes re-glued to Tara's chest. "And those... 'distractions' aren't helping."

"It's kinda how I work." The cheerleader said, actually sticking out her chest at the sidekick instead of covering up. "Distracting people from their problems."

"I know that gig." Ron said, not the least bit surprised, even if his eyes were sticking out of his head like an old timey cartoon character. "Being the distraction. Though usually my bits have more explosions."

"I'm a little too good at it." Tara shrugged, and like before, Ron's eyes bounced along with her breasts. Luckily Tara was ready and clapped again before Ron lost his mind. "Yup, Bon did ask me over to fix ya. Mr. Comatose. But I'm really here for the Wannaweep thing. Aaand, cue awkward nervous seduction try, thing."

Ron instantly felt a jolt shoot up his leg as he felt Tara's slender foot rub against it. The sidekick stiffened up like a board, and not just one specific part of him. As Tara's foot inched its away to his knee, Ron's eyes darted back toward the blonde cheerleader's chest and then flashes of all the time's he'd been with Bonnie, the misadventure he had with Kim. All of it. All of it came flooding like a wave before he heard cheery little voice he he'd heard very recently speak in the background.

"Ron, are you okay?" Tara asked, her voice confused. "W-Why are your eye's blue?"