Happy Birthday KP: Chapter 7

I.

Someone was in the room with him. The newcomer was being very careful to stay out of Ron's vision, but he could feel a presence. He shuddered as one soft finger trailed lightly down his spine. A hot breath gently wafted his ear as a warm, moist tongue flicked his ear. His eyes closed in response. When he opened them the presence was again behind him.

Two slender arms snaked around his chest as a definitely female form pressed against his back. 'What kind of gloves is she wearing? I've never felt ….', Ron moaned as the fingers lightly stroked his chest, 'Ohhh, man, that's some kind of fur, how…' the caressing fingers again destroyed his thoughts.

"Naughty, naughty, mustn't peek." A low sultry voice whispered near his ear, "I'll have to fix that." Some kind of blindfold removed what little light the candles allowed Ron.

"Mmmm, nice, I see I've caught quite the stud muffin." The voice teased as the fickle fingers of fur skimmed slowly over Ron's torso. "Such nice tight muscles, so strong and hard."

Ron didn't know who his tormentor was, but he knew for certain she was not Frugal Lucre. The caressing fur was driving him crazy. Never staying in one place, constantly stroking, almost to the point of tickling.

"Who…who are you?" He croaked. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Does it matter?" That soft moist voice stroked deeper in his ear.

"YES…ohhh man….yes…ahh…yes it does." The hands lightly smoothed his stomach.

Wet, lightly sucking lips moved down his shoulder. "You've been a bad boy."

A full head of gentle hair moved against his hip as that damp appendage licked lightly at the back of his thigh. The maddening hands clasped loosely around his ankle, wafting upward.

"I have not," Ron was indignant, "I…ahhh…don't…don't do that." A finger of fluff had trailed across the inside of each of his thighs. A warm breath puffed against his reaching ferret.

"And you say you haven't been bad?"

II.

Ron hung limply in his bonds. His sweat soaked body occasionally quivering in remembrance. The tender tormentor had driven him to the point of ecstatic pain, before halting, only to return to discover even more sensitive portions of his anatomy. He didn't know how long his trial had endured, it felt like an eternity. A final kiss to the back of his back of his neck and he had felt her presence leave.

"KP…", he moaned, "If KP ever finds out about this I am sooo dead. And what's with the strawberries?"

III.

"Girlfriend, you look a little flushed," Monique grinned into the monitor, "are you sure you aren't enjoying this a little too much?"

Kim lost herself to a giggle fit. "Moni', why didn't you tell me how much fun this was going to be?"

"What?" Monique said in mock offense, "How would I know? You think I've ever done anything like this?"

"Between the two of us, you're the creative one. What happened to the old imagination?" Kim tried to pout through her grin.

"The 'old imagination' didn't stretch this far. Anyway, seeing as you are having so much fun, can I come over?"

"NO! Mine!"

"Ok, ok, if you're gonna be stingy about it."

"I'll let you see the recording when we're old and gray, and need a laugh. Now it's time for act two."

"You're going to keep it up?"

"Yep, 'feathers of fury' coming right up."

Both dissolved in laughter.

IV.

Sniff. Sniff. 'Oh no, strawberries, she's back!' Ron panicked. 'What is she going to…ah…ah…NO…she wouldn't?' as a soft, light feather was stroked under his nose.

"Hello, again, bad boy, ready for round two?' Those soft lips whispered into his ear. "We'll have even more fun."

"No… you can't," the feather grazed the points of his chest, "ahhhhh…KP HELLLP!"

V.

The face that appeared in Monique's screen was a semi familiar stranger. Flushed cheeks, languorous eyes, and a seductive smile.

"I'll call you tomorrow, Monique, time for scene three and four." The voice was not her friend's usual peppy spark, it was low and husky.

"Three and four, what three and four? I thought there were only two…" her screen went blank.

VI.

Ron Stoppable was exhausted, energized, and aroused. A physical state mirroring his mental state. The fur gloves had been bad enough, but then the feathers, oh the feathers! She had found tickle touches he never knew he had! After an agony of nearly tearful hysterics she had left him. But, when she returned, his mind had imploded.

A dream of tight little pebbles, surrounded by softness, pressing and rubbing him. His back, his legs, his thighs, his chest. The little patch of curls caressing his legs, sliding moistly up his leg to rotate into his groin. The panting kisses on his cheeks, ears and lips. The nibbling of little teeth. An eon of arousal driving him almost to the point of surrender, and then stopping. Starting again, and again, in a roller coaster ride that left him quivering and exhausted in frustration. And then the ever present scent of strawberries had faded with her departure.

The ripe scent was returning, now. Ron's overworked mind could not imagine what torments she had in store for him now. His fluctuating mind unable to decide if he was welcoming or worrying

"Keep the blindfold, baby." Came the soft whisper at his ear as his shackles lowered him into a padded armless chair. His strained muscles relaxed, arms to his side as the furred cuffs were gently removed.

A soft body draped itself across his lap. "Take the blindfold off."

Ron's eyes blinked in the soft light. His eyes slowly focusing on the tossed up black skirt, the red hose, the red panties. A soft, smoky, dream remembered voice, timidly telling him.

"Ronnie, I've been a bad girl."

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AN: To all who have enjoyed this story, thank you. I'll update my others and some new in a few weeks. If there is further interest in our hero's sitch, let me know and I'll see what comes up.