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And again, canon be damned, this is my story. Although I worked for The Mouse twelve or thirteen years ago, this is how I would've written the series. If you want to read something that strictly adheres to the facts of the show you'll have to look elsewhere. If you'd like to make suggestions for this story, please be aware that I've written the entire thing and have already started on part three of this storyline. I'd suggest you take your ideas and write your own story. You have my blessing to take any of my ideas and extrapolate on them to your heart's content.
The Closet II
Chapter 5
New Rewards
"You were very wise coming to me with this Ronald," Dean Stoppable said as he looked over the Naco check in one hand and letter in the other. He turned to the two teenagers sitting on the couch in the Stoppable living room. "This is a lot of money and there are a few unscrupulous people out there who wouldn't think twice about doing something wicked to get it from you."
"We've already found that out," Kim said in disgust thinking about how quickly Bonnie had jumped at the chance to get her hands on Ron's newfound wealth, not to mention his body.
"So, what do you think I should do with the money?" Ron questioned his father as he greedily rubbed his fingertips together and his tongue hung out of the side of his mouth like an hungrily, salivating dog. "Oooo! Can I get us a bigger house or maybe buy a plane like Brittina's so Kim and I can travel to our missions in style?"
"It's great that you're thinking of others Ronald and while those two ideas are admirable," Dean said as he scanned over the letter again, "we don't really need a bigger house. As it is, we have so much room in this one we don't even use the attic. I've been thinking about turning it into a spare bedroom."
"And we can rely on our friends to get us to and from our missions, Ron," Kim said as she sat on the sofa next to him and firmly patted his leg, "so we really don't need our own plane."
"I think we should just sit on this for a little while and see how things go," Dean said as he folded the check in half and stuck it in his wallet. "I'll deposit it in the bank tomorrow and look into investing some of it for your future."
"Okay dad," Ron exhaled and let out a heavy sigh as he slumped back into the sofa. "You're the numbers cruncher in this family so I'll let you decide what to do with it."
"That's very sensible Ron," Kim giggled. "I see you're trying to be mature with your money and for that I'll let you partially off the hook for going to BN behind my back." She leaned in, poked him in the ribs and evilly chided, "You thought I'd forgotten all about that, didn't you!"
"Hey," Ron cried defensively and pointed to the naked mole rat who was sitting on the coffee table in front of them, "it was all Rufus' idea."
"Me?" Rufus perked up at the allegation. He swiftly shook his head in denial and pointed back at Ron. "Uh uh, Uh uh! Him!"
"Well, whoever's idea it was," Kim said as she got up, pulled Ron to his feet and led him out of the room, "you now have to exercise to get rid of all those Nacos you ate. We're going for a little run."
"So we're going for another five mile jog with an unloaded backpack?" Ron queried as the two walked up the stairs to his room to change. "I think I can handle that."
"No Ron," Kim chuckled as the two walked into his room and began to changed out of their street clothes and into their mission gear. "I said you're partially off the hook for going to Bueno Nacho behind my back. Now," Kim jovially asked as she held up Ron's empty mission pack, "where did we put those bricks you used to make the barbells yesterday?"
By Tuesday, the training schedule had been set. Ron would show up at Kim's house, or vise versa, one hour earlier than normal in the morning and they would go out for a two mile jog with loaded backpacks before getting ready for school. After classes were over Kim would head to the gym for cheerleading practice while Ron would go to the weight room for a little light lifting. Kim didn't want Ron to bulk up with muscles but told him to do a lot of reps with only a little weight on the barbells to work on the tone of his muscles and his stamina. When cheer practice was finished they would head home and start on their homework. After it was done and checked over they would go out into the backyard and practice their martial arts before and after dinner. If all went well that day they would stop at BN after school the next day to pick up a light snack to eat while studying.
Thursday rolled around and Kim decided to up her improvement program of Ron with a new hairstyle. She called in a favor from Francoise, the famous hairstylist from Paris, to do the job. Kim and Ron had rescued his poodle, FiFi, from a viscous gang of dognappers and he promised to return the favor some day.
The very next day Ron's new hairstyle was a hit at school and his ego began to swell until Kim told him, in no uncertain terms, that it had to end or there would be no rewards of any kind for an entire month. With the threat of no BN for a month hanging over his head, Ron's big-headiness ended almost immediately. Bonnie Rockwaller went gaga over the new Ron until Kim told Bonnie that her boyfriend (and Kim really emphasized the fact that Ron was now her boyfriend,) couldn't touch his Naco money until he was eighteen. (A wise condition placed on the funds by Ron's father to help the boy resist the temptation to spurge, although Ron was given a small weekly allowance to pay for fuel for his scooter, movies and, of course, their daily stops at BN.) That news doused Bonnie's ardor for the blond boy although she didn't fall back into the habit of calling Ron a loser.
One week later Ron found he was out of the hairstyling gel called Le Goop and that it couldn't be found anywhere in the Tri-City area, or the entire United States for that matter. The product could only be purchased at Francoise's saloon in Paris and the nearly bald hairstylist couldn't ship it to anyone due to certain French and international postal regulations. (Products containing Sea Urchin being one of few things not allowed to pass through international postal customs besides explosives.) Since Ron had been doing well in his training and schoolwork Kim granted him a reward, a trip to Paris, to buy a supply of the hair care product. Ron's father finally agreed with the purchase after Ron vowed to bring back some real French baguettes and escargot (whatever that was) for a special meal.
As Kim and Ron left the Parisian hair saloon all of the lights went out in the city. Wade tracked the power drain to a secluded island off the coast of Spain and got the two teen heroes a ride there via a remote control helicopter he had been working on in conjunction with a French aeronautics firm. On the way, Wade informed the duo that the island was owned by a reclusive multi-billionaire and his son.
Kim pleaded with her boyfriend to be on his best behavior and Ron swore he would, if only because he would be meeting someone who might be able to teach him a little bit about being rich. (Even though Ron couldn't touch the Naco money for another three plus years.)
When Kim and Ron met up with the billionaire and his son out by the pool there was some misunderstanding at first. Senor Senior Sr. thought the teens were there to clean the pool but Kim explained the situation while Ron diligently serviced the swimming pool. When Ron finished he joined Kim as she completed her explanation of energy conservation and low-flow showerheads. Ron wanted to compliment Senior Sr. on his estate but held his random thoughts since Kim was on a roll and seemed to have things well in hand.
After the presentation Senior Sr. stated that he was merely a humble, retired billionaire and was looking for a hobby. Ron piped up and said the island would make a swell destination location and that maybe he could offer exclusive accommodation to the extremely rich, even making it a sort of a Fantasy Island. That gave Senior Sr. ideas and he gladly accepted Ron's suggestion. He even offering the two teens honeymoon accommodations for when they got married, being that they looked to be such a fine young couple. The two teens blushed at the notion and graciously thanked their host before they left.
Kim was well pleased with the mission as they got back in to the helicopter and were safely zipped back to Middleton. Ron spoke up during the flight and told Kim of his other notion of what the Seniors could do with their not-even-on-the-map island. Kim was happy that Ron didn't mention the fact that the Seniors could easily create a nigh impregnable, island lair that was well suited for villainy. She was so pleased that Ron had kept the idea to himself that, as a reward, she unplugged the audio and video feed that Wade was talking to them on and masturbated along side her newly designated boyfriend.
When they arrived at the Stoppable house they discovered, much to their mutual utter disgust, exactly what escargot was. Ron prepared the meal of snails for his folks but the teens left for Kim's house to eat dinner.
Ron hadn't had a nightmare for two week and everyone was beginning to relax from that fact but the unsettling aroma that lingered in the Stoppable house from the escargot set off Ron's subconscious mind. (Who knew steamed snails smelled a lot like a naked mole rat who hadn't bathed for a few weeks?) The nightmare returned that night and Kim had to come over at midnight to calm down her boyfriend.
After the teen couple settled in to the snug little closet and his parents had returned to their own bedroom Ron sadly shook his head as he laid down on the sleeping bag and said, "I'm sorry KP. I thought I was over my nightmares."
"Don't be sorry Ron," Kim cooed to her boyfriend as she laid her head on his chest. "Both your mother and I knew your nightmare would occasionally pop up and my Mom told me you wouldn't get over the trauma of being locked in that school closet immediately."
"Still, I don't want to be any trouble for you KP," Ron said as he stroked and ran his fingers through Kim's shiny red hair splayed across his chest.
"Oh Ron," Kim sighed as she sat up and began to take off the crop top tee she was wearing. "This isn't any trouble. Don't you realize that I love you? That I want us to be together forever, just like in your dream?"
"Yeah but Kim," Ron said wide-eyed as he sat up and watched the redhead her bare her breasts, "we're only fourteen years old. Don't you think you'll find someone else out there that's better than me? I mean if not in high school then in college or afterwards?"
"No I don't Ron," Kim coyly said as she began to unbutton his blue pajama tops. "If there's one thing I've learned from dating Josh it's that you and I are meant to be together for the rest of our lives. There might be hotter guys out there that are more handsome than you and they may be smarter too, but you're the one I want." Kim started to yank down on his PJ bottoms and Ron automatically raised his hips to allow her to continue undressing him as she giggled, "We've been together for ten years now as best friends. I truly believe we'll be together for another seventy or eighty years more so you'd better get used to me being around."
"Do you really believe that?" Ron asked as he laid back on the sleeping bag and started to stroke his manhood that was already coming to life. "Cause that would be a fantasy come true for me. I think I've loved you since the day we met back in Pre-K and I know I love you more than ever now."
"Oh Ron," Kim giggled as she removed her sweat pants and laid down next to him, one hand dipping between her legs as she started her self ministrations, "don't you realize you complete me? You're the only boy who will follow me to the ends of the Earth on our missions. You're the only one who knows me as well as I know myself. You're my port in a storm, just like two weeks ago after that disastrous second date with Monkey Boy. I totally freaked when Josh wouldn't pay any attention to me in the park but I knew in the back of my mind that you'd settle me down and cheer me up, just like you did when I entered your room."
"I'd do anything for you KP," Ron said as his eyes closed to concentrate on the wonderful feelings he was giving himself.
"I know you would," Kim softly moaned as she orgasmed and shuddered from her manual manipulation. She pulled out the hand towel she had hidden in the large pocket of her robe and swiftly cleaned herself off before she whispered in Ron's ear, "And I want you to do something for me right now."
"In a minute KP," Ron groaned as his hand quickened in its work. "I'm almost there."
"That's not where I want you to be," Kim cryptically said as her hand stopped Ron in mid stroke.
"Wha! Kim?" Ron yelped when he felt her hand on his and he bounced back a bit against the wall of the closet. "I thought we weren't gonna touch each other!"
"Shush Ron," the redhead hissed at him and quickly peered between the slats of the closet door to make sure Jan and Dean Stoppable weren't awakened by Ron's overly loud protest. "We don't want your parents to hear us and come in here to investigate."
"Sorry KP," Ron hushed back, "but you startled me there for a second. I thought you were gonna start touching me."
"Oh yeah, I am," Kim said with a lascivious grin on her face. She took Ron's magnificence in her two hands and peered at it curiously. "Since we're boyfriend and girlfriend now, I think it's time I get to know you a little better so I'm going to help you along with your masturbation."
"Does that mean you're stepping up on my reward program?" Ron queried as his fingers brushed across one of her petite, pointy nipples.
"Yes and no," Kim answered as her hands started to gently stroke the length of Ron cock. "I've been thinking about it and you got to touch my breast the first time we masturbated so I think it's only fair that I get to touch you just once."
"Oh, sorry KP," Ron softly yelped as he quickly jerked his hand away from Kim's breast like it was on fire and he didn't want to get burned.
"No, no no," Kim protested almost a bit to loud before she settled down and, removing one of her hands from Ron's member, pulled his hand back to her breast. "No, what you're doing feels wonderful and I don't mind that you're doing it. We both turn fifteen next week so we should step up our exploration a little bit right now. And besides, you're progressing a lot faster with your martial arts training and school work than I thought you would." This was true. Ron was starting to push Kim a bit whenever they sparred and his grades had improved over the gentlemanly C's he'd managed to receive throughout Junior High.
"Well, being your boyfriend makes all the difference KP," Ron sighed as he relished the feeling Kim was giving him and swiftly let loose his load onto Kim's hand towel that she had laid across his stomach. After she cleaned him up Ron took Kim in his arms again as she laid on his bare chest.
"You set a high standard for yourself and I want to try and live up to that standard now that we're a couple," Ron sighed as Kim practically draped herself halfway on top of him to find a comfortable spot to fall asleep. "The only way I can do that is if I stop my procrastination and vegetation lifestyle."
"Just as long as you don't lose your essential Ronness," Kim giggled and gave the blond a quick peck on his bare chest. "I don't think I could live with myself if that happened."
"Okay KP," Ron sighed again as he closed his eyes and relished the feel of Kim half laying on top of him. "I'll only be Serious Ron when it comes to school, martial arts and missions."
"That's my Potential Boy," Kim barely breathed as they both swiftly fell asleep.