Disclaimer and Author's Notes: The series Kim Possible is wholly and legally owned by The Walt Disney Company and its subsidiaries. This is only a hobby of mine to keep my mind from decaying into a withered lump of mush. (It's happening anyway but writing slows down the process.) Our teens are Seniors at Middleton High and Bonnie Rockwaller is lonely since Brick is off to college. The Gods of Animation are taking care of the sitch... or are they? Ron is resisting big time but Kim stepped up nicely.

Bon Bon and the Food Chain

Chapter 8

Bonnie Rockwaller leaned back and stretched out. "Oh Ron Ron, that was simply delicious!"

"Oooooh Yeah!" Kim Possible enthusiastically echoed before she gave her guy a peck on the cheek and purred, "De-licious."

"Tweren't nothin," Ron Stoppable dismissed with a flap of his hand to the two lovely naked ladies, one on either side of him. "But it makes me wonder if I can cook better without clothes on. I certainly felt more creative while I was working."

"Remember that feeling Ron," Kim warily warned. "I doubt if your mom will allow you into her kitchen in the nude and my mom may have reservations about it too. I don't think you'll get the chance to cook in the buff again very soon."

"You can always come over here and, cook," Bonnie slyly stated as she leaned on his shoulder and doodled on his chest with a finger. "Maybe I'll even let you prepare some food in the kitchen."

"Yeah right," Ron nervously laughed and pointed to Bonnie. "Cook in the bedroom. I get it."

"Ron, Sweetie," Kim cooed and latched onto his other arm as a little Puppy Dog Pout began to show, "your great meals always leave me a bit itchy. Would you scratch me for a few minutes?"

"Bonnie and I were going to practice our presentation, but I guess it can wait for a few minutes," Ron said rubbing the back of his neck as he stood up to get away from all of the attention. "I don't think we should impose on Bonnie so maybe we should return the minivan to your mom and head to the tree house."

"We can all use the bedroom," Bonnie suggested pointing to the room. "I feel a little itchy myself and I think I've proven myself enough to you and Kim to show we can be close friends." She giggled at him. "Or do you still insist on waiting until Monday when I walk naked with you out of the school to my car?"

"You're going to walk naked through the halls and out to the parking lot on Monday?" Kim queried. "Where did that idea come from?"

"I told Ron I'd prove myself as a friend one way or another," Bonnie affirmed with a laugh. "Even if I had to walk down the hall with him on my arm and me totally naked."

"Ah-yep yep," Ron laughed along. "We're gonna see if we can give Mr. B a heart attack."

"I think you might be in slight violation of the school dress code if you weren't wearing any clothes," Kim laughed along with the two teens. "Maybe you should only wear your underwear in the hallways and wait until you're off school property before you strip naked and moon Mr. Barkin. You might draw some attention but you don't want to get detention."

"That wouldn't work K," Bonnie said shaking her head with a titter. "The Middleton PD would arrest us for indecent exposure if we were naked outside of the school grounds. You know they like to patrol around the school at the end of the day just to catch the bad boys speeding off in their souped-up cars. But I do like your idea of wearing only our underwear in the halls." A wicked grin slowly spread on Bonnie's face as an idea formed. She began to laugh raucously.

"Noooo!" Kim's eye's shot open wide as she gaped at the brunette, "you're not thinking... But it would definitely send a signal that the Food Chain has ended." Kim began to laugh out loud along with Bonnie at the idea.

"What... what?" Ron begged and began to laugh along with the two women, unsure what they were talking about.

The two female hyenas finally calmed down and Kim shook her head. "It can't be underwear. I don't own a bra and all of my panties are crotchless now, when I wear them."

"Really?" Bonnie squealed. "You are a naughty little girl. What did you do with all of your old panties?"

"The tweebs needed some material to make a parachute for one of their rockets."

Bonnie stared at Kim like the redhead had just taken a long walk off of a short pier. "Well, I suppose we'll just have to spend the day in swimsuits then. You do own a decent suit besides that one-piece from Swim Team?"

"Yes!" Kim said excitedly, "my gold bikini would be perfect!" Her face set in sheer determination as her mind went to work on a plan. "But just the three of us won't make that much of an impact. We need to get the whole Senior class in on this."

"That true," Bonnie snickered and got up from the kitchen table. "Oh this is just too good to be true." She ducked into her bedroom and swiftly returned with her cell phone. "I hope the weather is nice on Monday."

Ron quickly got up, turned on the television in the living room and switched to the weather network. "Clear skies and 80 degrees... but it might rain in the late afternoon," he read the information on the screen.

Kim went to retrieve the Kimmunicator from the bedroom where she had taken it off during her tussle with Bonnie. "That's acceptable. If it rains we'll be dressed to get wet."

Bonnie speed dialed a number. "Marcella, it's Bonnie. I want you to spread the word to all the girls. Dress code for Monday is swimsuits only, but be modest. Tell them not to push the dress code too hard. We're doing this to emphasize the collapse of the Food Chain."

"Wade," Kim said into the Kimmunicator watch as she came out of the bedroom, "I need you to email or text message the entire Senior student population of Middleton High."

Wade looked oddly at Kim for a split second then shrugged. "Sure Kim. What do you want me to write in the message?"

"Tell them the dress code for Monday is swim attire. We're going to shake the pillars of education to the ground."

"Is there a reason for this sudden desire to cause chaos in school?" Wade asked as his fingers flew over the keyboard composing the message.

"Tell them it's in celebration of the demise of the Food Chain."

"I gotcha," Wade's smile brightened. "Dressing correctly is a basic fundamental of the Food Chain and this little exercise will be a solid signal of it's demise."

"Well worded Wade," Kim complimented. "Just make sure they understand the school's dress code should be considered in their choice of suits. Tell them nothing too risqué."

Bonnie absentmindedly nodded to the person she was talking to on the phone as she checked her fingernails, "That's right Marcella. Pass the word and if you have any questions, call me back. Ta." She hung up and immediately speed dialed another number. "Hi T it's B. How's your grandma?" Bonnie nodded at her blond friends answer. "That's good. Tara, I hope you're sitting down right now. What? Well, you know my deepest wish in the whole world, right? It's come true! No I'm not lying! Someone gave me an apartment! No I mean it! It's a great little place not far from school. Anyway, in celebration I'm demolishing the Food Chain and we're going to shake up the school in the process. On Monday we're all going to class in our swimsuits. You heard me alright, swimsuits! To heck with dressing for the Food Chain! You're in? That's super! Call me when you get back into town and you can come over and see for yourself. Yep, see you tomorrow evening." Bonnie smiled like the Cheshire Cat as she hung up the phone. The cell immediately rang with a Gregorian Chant telling her she had an incoming text message. Bonnie pulled up the message and beamed. "Your friend Wade is fast," the brunette said to Kim, "but don't you mind if he can see you without a top on?"

"Wade has seen me and Ron in the buff and making out so much it doesn't even faze him anymore." The redhead had Ron's red hockey jersey on and was rolling up her Capri pants and panties in a ball. "Sorry to eat and run B but Ron has a job to do and he doesn't want to include you until Monday's events run their course."

"I understand," Bonnie sighed. "I don't like his reasons, but I understand."

"I'm glad you see my point Bon Bon," Ron said as he came out of the kitchen in just his cargo pants. Bonnie spotted Kim's shirt sticking part way out of one side pocket and his boxers poking out of the other. He was carrying his sneakers in one hand with his socks tucked in the tops of the shoes. Kim's sneakers were peeking out of his front cargo pants pockets. "The dishes are mostly done and the rest are in the dishwasher. I have the kitchen set up the way I like it but you can move things around to suit your needs."

"I'm sure the way you have it set up is the most ergonomic way of doing things," Bonnie said to her newest boy friend as she poked her head in the kitchen and saw it was spotless. "I can adjust."

Kim grabbed Ron's arm and towed him toward the front door as she said to Bonnie, " I'm sorry you and Ron didn't get to practice your presentation but if you want to do it tomorrow give us a call and we'll come over." Kim opened the door and tossed Ron bodily through it. "We should be done taking care of the itch by say, eight AM." She followed her boyfriend out the door and waved to the apartment's new resident. Kim suddenly stopped in her tracks and lustily leered at Ron as he casually walked over to the vehicle. "Better make that early afternoon." Kim was a redheaded blur as she raced to the minivan and had it started before Ron opened the passenger side door.

Bonnie waved to the couple as they drove out of the parking lot and onto the street. She suddenly realized she was standing naked in the open, four feet from her front door. Bonnie cautiously peered to one side then the other before she let out with a loud, "BOOYAH," swiftly ducked back into her apartment and closed the door.

"Well, I guess it's time to get organized," Bonnie said to herself as she gazed around the apartment, nodded her head and went to the bedroom. She looked at the pile of blouses, underwear and socks sitting on the floor next to the dresser. "That pile first," she affirmed and set to work. She folded and arranged the undergarments in the top two drawers before she opened the bottom one. "What's this?" Bonnie questioned as she pulled a beautiful, dark mahogany stained jewelry case out of the drawer. She ran her fingers over the intricately carved top, marveling at the artistry. Bonnie finally noticed the small brass key sticking out of its lock in the front of the case. She gently turned the key and the lid popped open all by itself. A brass figure of a bear, dressed in a silly hat and sitting on a unicycle, folded up as the lid moved out of the way. The bear started to spin in place as if it were dancing on the one-wheeled bike to the Looney Toons theme song. "The Music Goes Round and Round," she chuckled, "how appropriate. My life was a Looney Toon but now it's turning around." Something inside the case caught her eye. Bonnie pulled out a necklace on a 20 inch, fine silver chain with a single, large red ruby dangling at the bottom. She quickly put the necklace back in the box and picked up a pair of matching earrings with large rubies. "Wow," she enthused, "they look like match my belt buckle." Bonnie spied a small folded piece of paper that had been under the earrings. She pulled it out and read it.

Bonnie,

I saw these at Jimmy Ding, the Bling Bling King's store and thought they'd match your ruby belt buckle. Just a little positive reinforcement to persuade you to move on with your life.

Your Friend

Bonnie's body began to violently tremble as her teal-hued eyes welled and then flooded with tears of joy. "I will move on with my life!" she wailed and collapsed onto the floor in the heap of shirts.

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"As always, thank you for scratching my itch Sweetie," Kim cooed as she watched Ron got up and walk to her bedroom trapdoor. "I'll come over to your house tomorrow and we'll watch TV or maybe spar for a bit in the backyard."

"Yep, see ya tomorrow KP," Ron said as he reached the stairs. "I love you."

"Ron...wait," Kim said and got up from the bed. She padded barefoot over to him and put her arms around his neck. "Do you think I made a mistake when I got my fallopian tubes tied?"

"Kim," Ron sighed as he returned the naked girl's hug, brought her in close and kissed her forehead, "whatever you want is okay by me."

"No it isn't Ron," Kim moaned and broke away to don her robe. "I think you seriously want to have children in the future and you don't want to tell me because you think I'll get upset."

"KP, it's your body," Ron ceded, trying to hide his frown and disappointment by turning his back to her. "You can do whatever you think is right."

Kim gingerly took his hand and led Ron back to sit down on the bed to talk. "But you should have be in on that decision Sweetie. We're partners and I just realized you might want to pass along your family name. I didn't take that into consideration when I unilaterally made the decision to have the operation."

"But it's too late now." Ron's chin hit his chest in resignation as he got up and sat back down at her desk to face her. "The damage is done and you can't have kids."

"It isn't completely over Ron," Kim confessed as she went to him and sat in his lap. "I had what is called a tubal ligation. Dr. Infanté tied off my fallopian tubes so no ovaries could be fertilized, that's all. It is reversible and the success rate is up around 98 percent."

"98 percent," Ron chuckled, "that's an A if I ever heard of one. I ain't never got an A but I know what one is."

Kim giggled at Ron's obtuse observation. "That's right. So... should I get the reversal so we can have kids in the future?"

Ron thought about it for a whole two minutes as Kim sat quietly in his lap and occupied her time by playing with his cowlick and nibbling on his earlobe. "KP... it's still up to you. As much as I want kids of my own someday I know you don't wanna get pregnant and miss out on your missions."

"Our missions Sweetie," Kim cooed and stroked his cheek with a crooked finger. "We're partner now, remember?"

"Well, as I said," Ron let out a heavy sigh, "it's up to you. It's your body and your decision. The sacrifice of a few for the many, or something like that."

"You know what it would mean if I got the reversal," Kim slyly murmured as she tickled her finger around his ear.

"That your dad would start measuring me for a space suit for the next probe headed to the Sun?" he laughed.

"Maybe," Kim conceded, "but it'd also mean we'll have to curtail our playtime a bit and maybe look into other types of contraception."

Ron smiled his goofy grin as he pulled Kim in close and hugged her tight. "I guess that means I'd better have dad start buying stock in the rubber industry."

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"Mom, can we talk for a minute?" Kim queried as she walked into the kitchen and cinched the sash of her snow white robe.

"What is it Kimmie?" Mrs. Dr. Possible asked as she closed the dishwasher door and started the cycle. "Has Ronald left?"

"Yes, he just headed off for home. I... I think I may have made a mistake when I had the surgery to prevent me from becoming pregnant," Kim sighed and sat at the kitchen table. She laid her arms out straight on the surface and placed her chin on the tabletop. "Did I make a mistake?"

"What brought about this thinking?" the good doctor asked as she sat down next to her daughter and placed a gentle hand on Kim's arm.

"Well," Kim paused a second to gather her thoughts, "I didn't realize how important it is to Ron to have an heir, someone to carry on his family name. I guess I was more concerned with our missions and wasn't looking at all of the angles. I now think he really wants to have kids."

Ann Possible smiled smugly at her daughter. "That's why I told you to go with the tubal ligation. I knew you'd eventually change your mind."

"Really?" Kim nervously laughed and sat up. "You always seem to be a step ahead of me in most things medical."

"I am a doctor and have had some experiences that I can draw on," Dr. Possible confessed and patted her daughter's hands folded on the table. "You almost weren't born because of the same decision I had to make with your father twenty years ago."

"You had your fallopian tubes tied?" Kim begged in astonishment.

"Almost," Ann Possible stated. "You're father and I had just graduated from college and were getting married during the summer. I was facing my grueling internship and your father was looking forward to spending long hours on his rocket designs. We came to the mutual decision not to have children because we wouldn't have time for them. Luckily, I had a great professor I could confide in and she convinced me that we'd eventually change our minds. She was the one to suggest tubal ligation for me so we could continue to be sexually active but your father and I went through all the options and decided to simply use other means of protection for our very active sex drives."

"Ewwwww Mom! Too much information!"

Ann let out a deep throaty laugh and smile. "Where do you you think you and your bothers came from?"

Kim's face soured. "It's just picturing you and daddy doing...EWWW!" She let go with a violent shudder.

"I suppose that means you don't want to know your father and I still get it on regularly," Ann laughed.

"MOM!!!"

"Anyway, what does Ronald have to say about the situation? You have talked to him about it."

"Yeah," Kim let out a heavy sigh and laid her chin on the table again. "He's being totally supportive about the whole sitch but not very helpful. Ron says it's my body so it's my decision... although I can see it in his eyes that he really does want kids later in life. I'm surprised I didn't seen it before."

"I'm not surprised you missed it," Kim's mother smugly chuckled. "You get so focused sometimes you don't see the whole picture. Your Martial Arts training has taught you to think fast and act faster so you sometimes miss a lot of the details."

Kim pondered that for a minute and perked up. "I do, don't I." She got up and hugged her mother. "Thanks mom for the talk."

"So should I contact Dr. Infanté and tell her you want the reversal?"

"Not just yet," Kim warily said, "I want to think things through this time. Something new has popped up today that might cloud the whole sitch."

"There's one more thing you should take into consideration," Dr. Possible warned. "You travel all over the globe on your missions and you might run into some nasty men who wouldn't think twice about raping you."

"I have thought about that mom," Kim acknowledged. "That was a major factor in getting the operation in the first place." Kim walked to the kitchen door as she started to head back to her bedroom.

"So it wasn't all about being able to take advantage of Ron's personal, MMP enhanced assets?" Mrs. Dr. Possible smirked to her daughter. "I look in on you two once in a while and have seen some of the things he can do with his... thing. I think the Mystic Powers may have increased his libido too."

"I know you watch us every once in a while mom." Kim turned in the doorway and practically beamed with a light pink to her cheeks. "And Ron's sex drive is a little bigger than normal from what I've heard around school. His MMP enhancement was the deciding factor in the first case and may be again in this decision!" She left the kitchen and headed off to bed.