Author's Notes and Disclaimer: Brick Flagg is off at college so Bonnie is left boyfriend-less for her Senior year at Middleton High. Fate and the Gods of Animation, (yours truly being one of them) conspire to make that problem go away... Maybe. I don't own the rights to the series Kim Possible. The Walt Disney Company owns all those legal things so I receive nothing for my toils here. This is just a hobby of mine.

Warning: It's time to bring this story up to its M rating. If you are underage, don't read on.

Bon Bon and the Food Chain

Chapter 3

"You touching me... Sitting there mostly naked... Looking at my..." Ron let out a quick breath. "I may be a bit slow on the uptake but, you want to see my thing don't you?" Ron stood up and shoved his boxer shorts down to his knees. "There!" he said defiantly, "are you happy now?"

Bonnie Rockwaller openly stared wide-eyed at Ron's magnificence. He was indeed at least ten inches long flaccid. "Ron I... WOW!" She moved to touch the python sticking out of the curly, matted blond grass but Ron backed away out of reach.

"I suppose you want to see it erect too," Ron harshed to the brunette. His cock swiftly became engorged with blood and stood up, fourteen... fifteen... then sixteen inches long and five inches in diameter as Ron let out a long guttural growl.

"Ron, I could never take that in my... How does Kim fit..." Bonnie muttered in total shock and awe.

"Kim can do anything," Ron chuckled as a blue glow enshrouded the phallus and it shrunk to a more manageable nine inches in length, three inches in diameter and appeared as hard as granite. The aura faded and Ron rumbled low, "This is the size she likes most of the time."

"How did..." Bonnie stammered and peered at the wonderful whopper.

"It has something to do with my Mystical Monkey Powers," Ron answered in his normal goofy voice while scratching the back of his head. "I'm not sure how but I can control how big it gets and how long I can, well, hold out... among other things."

"Are you saying you can go all night and never..." A continuous trickle of drool seeped out of the corners of Bonnie's mouth and dribbled to her chin. Her eye's left the skyward pointing point of interest and shot up to look Ron in the eyes as a wicked, barracuda smile arose. "Prove it!"

"No." Ron's cock swiftly returned to its original flaccid state and he yanked up his underwear.

"Why not Ronnie?" Bonnie groaned in disappointment as he sat down and scooted his chair up to the patio table. "Kim doesn't have to know. I won't tell her."

"She'd find out," Ron said disheartedly. His hands went to the keyboard of his laptop and hovered for a few seconds before they fell to his lap. "KP will ask and I learned a long time ago I don't lie too good so I don't lie to her no more. Now let's start on our report."

"Well, fair's fair," Bonnie purred and wiggled out of her bikini bottoms. She tossed them onto the table where they landed on his computer with two strings draped across the screen. "I saw yours so you should get a good look at mine." Bonnie slouched in the chair and spread her knees wide apart. Moisture glistened in and around the soft lips as she reached down and spread her pink, velvety folds wide open. "See what you've done to me just by letting me look at your dick? I'm so wet you could swim in my pussy lips."

"Yeah, nice," Ron said sedately, not really paying attention as he picked up her bikini bottoms with two fingers and tossed them over to her pile of homework. "Can we get to our report now?"

"No Ronnie," Bonnie purred, "I want you." She grabbed his hand and pulled it toward her sopping love tunnel. "I haven't had anyone and Brick's gone off to college. Do me Ronnie... Please!"

"No." Ron yanked his hand away and got both hands back on the keyboard.

"Please Ron." Bonnie squirmed in her seat as her hands began to work on her lower womanhood. The beginnings of a Puppy Dog Pout tried to arise but contorted on her face as Bonnie strummed her love nub. "Ron? Ron! Oh Ron Please! This is part of our report!"

"Maybe but I got six or seven more good websites for you to look at," the blond boy said as he pecked at the keyboard in total focus on the assignment, "whenever you finish with what you're doin'."

"Fine!" Bonnie grunted and frigged herself all the harder. She stared intently at Ron's hidden crotch trying to see if he was becoming aroused as he sat scrunched up against the table. Ron's face remained placid. His indifference only infuriated Bonnie all the more until suddenly she felt as if her whole body was on fire. The intense heat that centered in her love nest radiated outward and engulfed her entire body unlike anything she had experienced before. Her eyes slammed shut as one then two fingers disappeared entirely into the void that needed, no, demanded to be filled. "Ron... please," she mewed in desperation. "Ron... Ron... Ron...," became her mantra as she writhed in the chair so much she lost her balance, slid off the chair to the pool deck and rolled under the table at Ron's bare feet. Fireworks exploded in her brain shutting it down and her body spasmed in orgasmic bliss. "Ron... Roooon," Bonnie purred contently. "Ron Ron," issued from her ruby red lips before Bonnie Rockwaller fell into unconsciousness on the Sun warmed cement pool deck at Ron's feet.

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Bonnie's eyes fluttered open and she saw the sky was awash in a brilliantly colored sunset. She tried to stretch out and sit up but found the going difficult. Bonnie looked down and noticed she was firmly wrapped up in her lavender robe, lying on a chaise lounge chair a few yards from the table where the books and other homework material was still sitting. Ron was at her feet, sitting fully dressed again and smiling at her. "Are you ready to work on our report now?" he queried, that infuriating goofy grin spreading across his face.

"What... what happened?" Bonnie struggled to fully awaken and extricate herself from the cocoon of a robe. "What did you do Stoppable, tie me in here?" Bonnie rolled back and forth and finally got free.

"You conked out after you had a major organism," Ron chuckled as he adjusted the robe to only cover her still naked form. "You were so wet and sticky I didn't want you to catch cold so I tucked you in like my mom does when I go to bed." He frowned a bit and softly said, "And my name is still Ron."

"You mean a major orgasm," Bonnie giggled in remembrance of the situation, "and it was major. It was the best I've ever had, thanks to you."

"How do you figure that Bonnie?" The brunette heard the familiar voice coming from behind her chaise. She turned and saw Kim Possible standing five feet away, arms folded across her chest and a scowl on her face. "Ron never touched you once."

"Kim!" Bonnie yelped, sat up and clutched the robe to her breasts. "I-I... How long have you been standing there?"

"I saw and heard everything," Kim angrily growled and pointed to the cabana. "I was in there the whole time. I'm surprised you didn't see me when you went in to get your Sun enhancer and Ron's soda. I was only hanging from the ceiling, right over your head." When Bonnie didn't respond with anything more than a shocked stare Kim took a step forward and said harshly, "What's wrong B!? No glib comments or put downs in your repertoire to cover the sitch?! Have you put me and Ron down for so long you've run out of them!?!"

"Kim I..." Bonnie started but couldn't say anything else as her eyes watered up and tears trickled down her cheeks before the floodgates opened. "I (sob, sniffle) DON'T (sniffle sniffle) HAVE!!!!" Bonnie collapsed onto the chair, curled in on herself and bawled into a sleeve of her lavender robe.

A few minutes passed before the crying jag subsided and Kim sat on the end of the chaise next to Ron. "So Bonnie," the redhead sighed, "what's the sitch? Are you suddenly hot for Ron's bod?"

"Suddenly?" Bonnie sniffled and wiped her eyes and blew her nose on the sleeve of the robe, "it's not so sudden. I've been chasing after Ronnie since Pre-K."

"Since Pre-K?" Ron wondered, totally in shock. "But you pushed me down during recess in Pre-K and been dissing me ever since."

"Ah, Yeah!" Bonnie hollered in total frustration. "I was trying to get your attention and get you to chase after me!"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute," Ron uttered, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs that were suddenly clogging his mind. "You wanted me to chase after you? I thought you were just being mean to me. Did you know about this KP?" Ron begged his girlfriend.

"Of course Ron," Kim stated as if it were common knowledge. "I was going to tell you at the time but then I wouldn't have had anyone to play ball with. I thought she gave up after a couple of months and was just mad at you after that but she kept it up so I let her be."

"Jeez," Ron whined, "I wish you girls came with instructions!" He turned to Bonnie with many questions in his eyes but only one on his lips. "Then why harsh on both KP and me all these years?"

Bonnie smugly laid back in the cushions of the chaise and practically beamed. "Do you wanna handle this one K or should I?"

"Ron Sweetie," Kim cooed and lovingly stroked his cheek, "Bonnie was trying to split us up. She was harsh on you to make you chase after her and she verbally put me down to build herself up and make herself seem more desirable to you. Can you comprehend that?"

"But you argue with Bonnie all the time and occasionally looked around for a boyfriend. What about Josh Monkey?"

"Bonnie occasionally gets under my skin and we'd go at it," Kim ceded, "and Josh was just the hottie de jour. I'd get a twinge of conscious about keeping you off the market for myself until we were old enough so I'd half-heartedly chase after some hot guy leaving the impression that you were available and also free to pursue Bonnie if you ever got a clue. I was also waiting for you to mature and express your feeling for me. I didn't like to do it though. If I lost you I would have lost myself. I can't save the World without you Ron," Kim cooed. "In football terms you'd understand, you are my front four... my offensive line. You clear the way for me to take down the Villains. As it is, you usually do your job so well you or Rufus get to the laser cannon or death ray before I can and destroy it yourselves."

"So now that you know Ron," Bonnie said hopefully with a tinge of lust thrown in, "what do you think? Would you like to be friends with me... and maybe a whole lot more?"

"It's up to you," Kim shrugged.

"I..." Ron stood up. He looked at Bonnie, then at Kim. Ron paced the pool deck in deep contemplation for a minute before he stopped with his back to the two girls. "Bonnie, if we're done working on our report for the day KP and I need to get home and do our other homework." He walked over to the table, loaded up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder never once looking at the teal-eyed brunette. "My research is here on the table for you. Call me tomorrow and I'll come over to work on it." Without another word, Ron calmly walked to the back door and entered the house.

"Ron!" Bonnie called after him and, getting no response, turned to Kim. "Was that his answer?"

"No Bonnie," the redhead smugly smiled, "he's thinking about it. Ron would tell you outright one way or the other if he's made up his mind. He likes to take his time and think through all the angles with major decisions like this one. Call him tomorrow around noon. Let him sleep in for a change." Kim raced over to the door to catch up with her boyfriend.

"I'll talk to Ron Ron before then K," Bonnie smugly smiled to herself with a barracuda smile. "Don't forget, tomorrow is Saturday."