Hello peeps! New story! Me and an artist friend over on DA, ivymae457.You may have seen her work, she's a bon-diggity KP artist. Well, she came up with a plot line, and it was good, so I offered to flesh it out for her. It's bases on some of her drawings, a series entitled 'Adult Ron'. They are too cool for school, lemme tell ya. Take a look at her stuff, just go to my homepage here; she's all over my favorite deviations box. I'll put a link to her up on my author page as soon as I figger out how.
Anywhos, read it, lemme know what you think. Go visit ivymae on DA and tell her if you like it. Peace & Love! THANKS!
Prophecy: Shadows From The Past - Chapter 1
Asian Jungle, November 1st, 2016…
A lone man hunched in a catacomb, wicked grin on his simian face. His long salt & pepper hair was matted and nappy, his dark gi caked with dirt and sweat. Before him, on a pedestal, two scepters sat, dusty, yet the brilliance of the precious stones and metal was apparent. The shafts were covered in ancient Japanese script. Not many in the world could read the old words, let alone grasp their meaning.
Montgomery Fiske could. His grin widened.
"One scepter cracks the beams of time, One scepter shows the when of any…" he mumbled, his fingers tracing the engraving like a blind man, "…apart, more power than man could want. The twain used together, power to end the world, or bring love to all…"
Fiske read on, gasps of squeaking monkey laugher escaping as the knowledge written on the scepters filled his evil mind with dark thoughts of domination.
Suddenly, his eyes went squint, his smile abated.
"What?" he murmured. "Stupid Monkey monks. 'The single powers of the scepters make themselves available to any man worthy of the Mystical Monkey Power. The power combined can only be accessed by the twin warriors, granted the Power by the blood, not by the statues…'"
He grimaced. "Surely not the buffoon and his disgusting rat? No, they got the Power as I did, not through blood…"
He read on, the legend continuing on the other rods shaft. "… the blood warriors born in the temple of Tempus Rex, out of time, on the third day of the second to last month to the Monkey King and his Queen… in the year 2005?"
Fiske was confused. "This makes no SENSE! How can the prophesied twins be already born? Only I, and Stoppable and his vermin have the Monkey Power! And the King and Queen? I have taken no mate, and surely the boy did not spawn back in 2005, he and that do-gooder wife of his, Kim Possible, are only now starting a family, from what I hear from Amy… wait…"
Thunder could be heard faintly from up above. The grin began to paint itself back on Monkey Fists demented face.
"… Oh, those monks and their meddling time play…"
Middleton, November 1st, 2005
The weather outside was frightful, rain pounded the rooftop, and thunder and lightning marked the dark fall skies. A strike of blue-white lit the top story room in an otherworldly glow.
The carrot-topped girl had a very determined look on her pretty face, eyes of emerald smoking. She had a frightened looking blond lad pinned up against a wall, her delicate hands holding his shoulders firmly in place.
His muddy brown eyes were opened wide in a mix of fear, confusion, and anticipation. His hands betrayed him, resting on the red heads hips, fingers slightly clenched.
She cast her steamy gaze directly into his muddy pools.
"Bring."
"KP, yer Mom and the Tweebs are just down the stairs…" the blond moaned, his eyes tracing the honey curve of her upper lip. "… and yer Dad's gonna be home any minute…"
"Don't care." Kim Possible smirked. "I want some Ron-shine, and I want it right now…"
Saying this, she leaned into his lank frame, planting a grande sized smoocherito on his lips.
Powerless to stop her, he simply gave up, his hands coming together at the small of her uncovered back. Her skin was warm, and his deft fingertips stroked the path of her spine. He accepted her kiss, returning his own, deep space probes and black holes be damned.
They kissed in her bedroom for ever/minutes, finally parting lips. Unable to stop himself, he kissed the side of her neck, rising, and the closer her got to her tiny ear, the harder she pushed her supple teen body against his, little mews of girl noise riding out with each breath.
"KIMMIE!"
The pair shot apart, trying to look as if Eros had not been making a house call, and failing miserably. Lucky, Kim's mother had simply called up through the trapdoor of her loft bedroom.
"Yes, Mom?" She replied, shooting her Ron a relived smile.
"Your Dad's home, with the pizzas. You and Ronald come down to dinner…" Mrs. Dr. P said, her voice charming as always. Something in that charming tone told Kim that her Mother knew exactly what had been transpiring seconds before.
"Ok, Mom, we'll be right down…" she returned.
"See, KP, I told you we shouldn't be doin' that stuff in the house…" Ron said, his face looking like it just got caught in the cookie jar.
Kim raised eyebrow. "So you want to stop kissing me? Fine…"
"Ah, NO. I just don't want to be sending postcards from the black hole yer Dad will send me to if we get caught… dang you, you and your feminine wiles." cursed Ron.
Kim mock pouted. "I thought you liked my wiles, Ronny. Your 'Lil Diablo' sure does…"
Ron just grinned, grabbing his bossy, manipulative, diggity-dang sexy girlfriend and pushing her towards the trap door. "Come on, Princess, pizza awaits!"
Downstairs, in the Possible kitchen, the Drs. Possible, Jim, Tim, and Rufus hadn't bothered to wait for Team Possible to arrive, evidenced by the seven large pizza boxes resting on the table. Ron and Kim grabbed paper plates off of the counter, then sat down opposite her little brothers.
The Tweebs stared at Ron, murky smiles growing on their boyish mugs.
Ron stared back, wondering what they were smirking at.
Kim couldn't take it. "What? What are you tweebs looking at?"
"We're not staring at anything…" Jim giggled.
"…unless it's the fact that Ron has lipstick on." laughed Tim.
"Hnk-ah, Oh yeah!" Rufus squeaked.
Kim's lips pursed in a tight 'O', as Ron hastily wiped his lips with his sleeve. Mrs. Dr. P. wore a small smile, looking at her daughter's boyfriend, and Mr. Dr. P. had a disgruntled look, his head turning from Ronald to the Tweebs and back again.
"Boys, please, I just got home, no shenanigans until after dinner…" he said, his fatherly face on, "… and Ronald, go… er, wash that off."
"I think I got it all, Mr. Dr. P., ah, sorry." blushed Ron.
"Sorry Daddy…" Kim said sweetly.
Nonplussed by either apology, Mr. Dr. P. simply tore into a piece of his double bacon extra cheese pizza. Thunder crashed as he chewed, dragging a gulp from Ron.
"What are you and Ronald up to after dinner, Kim? Certainly not going out in this weather…" Mrs. Dr. P. asked, changing the subject.
Ron quickly answered, wanting the subject changed.
"Kim wants to go to the malllll…" he grumbled.
"Ron. You know Club Banana just released a new line of cargos." Kim stated, as if her need to shop was understood by all. "Besides, tonight, Club Card Members get an extra 35 percent off. I have to go!"
"Great. That means I have to go, and be package boy." Ron rolled his eyes.
"Oh Ron. You'll have fun, I promised…" Kim puppy dog pouted. Under the table, she rubbed her bare foot up under the cuff of his pants. The combination was unbeatable.
"…ok…" Ron gave in.
:KABOOM:
A huge crash of thunder, and the lights at Possible household went black.
"Powers out!" Mr. Dr. P. cried. "Jim, Tim, go get your flashlights."
The Tweebs scuttled off, and Mr. Possible turned to his wife.
"That's odd, this house is on the same power grid as the Space Center. It takes one heck of a power surge to knock it offline."
"I'm sure it will come back on soon… and hey, the pizza's still hot." Anne Possible replied. The Tweebs came back in the kitchen, ultra bright homemade flashlights shining before them like twin Jedi's.
Jim put his light into lantern mode, setting it on the table. Tim shut his off, handing it to his father.
"Cool, this is like camping, but with pizza! Awww…" Ron whined, looking down at his plate, finding only a very fat naked mole rat lying there, smiling.
"Hee-oops, sorry!" Rufus smiled.
A knock came from the foyer, slightly startling the group.
"Now, who could that be? I didn't hear anybody pull up…" Mr. Possible wondered, turning on the flashlight and heading to the door.
"Come on, Ron…" KP said, getting up to follow her Dad. "… lets go see."
Ron got up. They walked to the front door, trailing Mr. Dr. P.
Mr. Possible swung the door open, shining the beam on the visitor. "…hello?"
Standing on the front steps, hair and clothes drenched, was a man about two inches taller than Ron was. As the light hit his face, it split into a big goofball grin, brown eyes shining.
"Hiya Dad, er, Mr. Dr. P. Is Kim home?"
His face, his voice, the blond hair. No mistake about it, it was Ronald Dean Stoppable, seemingly in his late twenties.
"Man, I get ripped…" whispered teen Ron from behind Kim's Dad. Then he passed out, falling to the floor like a sack of burritos.
end - Ron's crib, Chello! Who dis? ...Oh, it's me... THANKS!