Ok if you're here a few things first. If you've read my other novel, you should have probably guessed this has Futanari in it. WARNING! This has Futa x Male, Male x Futa, Male x Female
If you are wondering about my other novel. I just haven't written anything in ages and this idea was bugging me, so here it is.
Not nearly as much plot planned as my other novel, every chapter (if I make more) will have nsfw content, that will probably escalate.
Will have some futadom world concepts if anyone wants to connect some dots. But yeah if you don't know I won't push you down that rabbit hole.
Also I think the 3rd person and 1st person is a bit wonky sometimes here. Again haven't written in months.
That is all.
Chapter 1: Immune
Bonnie gave Tara an incredulous look, already one of her hands was massaging her temple at what her blonde best friends had just said.
"You know you're talking about the doofus right?"
The frown Tara returned to Bonnie, really put it in perspective though. She could already see the protective stance her friend was taking, the word forming in her head in real time as Bonnie watched on in semi shock. Of course before she could say anything Bonnie flipped up her hand stopping her right then.
"Remember who's the Queen bee around here Tara."
There was almost a growl in her voice, her own menace showing for a second before softening. Tara was one of her only true friends. Watching as Tara backed down with a sad expression, she lightly put a hand on her shoulder, her voice softening in a sigh.
"Well it may be Stoppable, but with you taking his reigns instead of Possible, he might actually be worth something."
Bonnie could once again see Tara about to get defensive, but this time Tara controlled herself, she'd need Bonnies help to get enough time to make him, hers. Something only she could arrange, especially with how territorial Possible could sometimes be.
Not that Kim herself had claimed him. Bonnie gave a scoff in her mind, what was Possible playing at?
It wouldn't matter in the end, what was required would only take a few minutes if Tara could actually be assertive for one, but Bonnie knew that was asking for a bit much, she was a hard core submissive.
Never good for one in her position.
The main point would be separating the two, getting Ron where they wanted him and getting Tara to do it quickly. Then the inevitably pissed off Possible. Well with her family she could probably handle it.
"Are you prepared though…"
Bonnie stopped for a moment, for a second empathizing with her friend and their shared problem.
"He'll hate you for a long time if you go through with this."
This made Tara's determination falter for the first time in their whole conversation, the deep seated worries they both shared stopping her.
Bonnie gave her time; time to really think about what they were planning.
Finally Tara nodded, 2 tears of frustration coming out as she nodded.
Bonnie nodded sadly. She had it bad.
Bonnie watched as Hope and Liz went up to Possible and led her away for a small talk after practice. Of course they were doing it on her orders.
Stoppable as always was off to the side, he got to shower and change before the rest of them as his mascot training finished before theirs.
It was time to set everything into motions.
Bonnie motioned with her eyes towards Jessica and then she made her way to him.
The rest of the team followed her as they went into the locker rooms.
Another look was sent Tara's way as she mentally prepared herself, stripping down and quickly jumping in the shower. Bonnie still thought it would be quicker if she didn't but Tara was adamant that she be clean for their first time.
Relaxing down on one of the benches in the room, Marcella and her got into their routine of stripping off their cheer wear. Skirts, bras, panties; everything came off in quick succession their glistening, sweat soaked skin showing in the perfectly conditioned locker room.
Bonnie would admit she let out a sigh of content as she let the slightly warm air snuggle her skin and she finally let herself hang. As the biggest on the team, minus Kim, but Bonnie never really considered her apart of the team anyway, she was the one that had to deal with the most discomfort with their uniforms.
The school didn't want to advertise the uniqueness of their cheerleading team, a team Bonnie had painstakingly put together and would put up with the discomfort if it meant she could cheer, she did love the sport.
There was a small noise as her girth slapped onto the wooden bench; her specially designed, like the rest of her team, panties thrown to the side. Still soft Bonnie let a small satisfied smirk cross her lips at the 5 inch tanned rod before her.
Some wouldn't consider it much, but she was a grower not a shower. And when she grew, well 8 inches was nothing to scoff at.
That small smirk slowly dropped as she thought of her main rival, and her own length.
She just had to be 1 inch bigger.
Life really wasn't fair.
Not to mention that she was world renowned, everyone knew she was packing, but in the end they still loved her. It made the struggles she and the other on the team seem cheap.
That frown was fleeting though as she thought of the blonde boy being corralled by Jessica towards them now. The look on Kim's face when Tara is done binding him will be priceless.
'Well you snooze you lose'.
Bonnie wasn't sure why Kim hadn't done it herself, everyone knew just how protective she was of the blond doofus, which usually, for those like them, meant already bound. But the blonde showed none of the usual signs and Kim had her eyes set on Josh.
She was hoping to break down his walls before Kim could get to him, show her who was the true queen bee. But that would have to wait.
The slow creaking of the door to the change rooms sounded, as she was faced away from the entrance she couldn't see the look on Stoppable's face, but she was sure the musk would be kicking in soon.
She herself could smell it in the air already.
A virgin like Possible would instantly be hazed with the amount of them in the room, just perfect for Tara to finish him off. Or should she say finish in him?
A cruel satisfied smirk crossed her lips, but she schooled her features into her usual scowl as she turned around and locked eyes with the blond, a deer in heads like look on his face as his eyes of course traced her body.
She was beautiful.
"So you've finally arrived. What took you so long Stoppable?"
Ron was beyond nervous as he opened the door to the girls locker room. There were two voices in the back of his head, maybe 3.
One was shouting that Kim had explicitly told him not to ever, under any circumstance, enter the ladies locker room.
The second was telling him that Bonnie wanted to talk with him about the Cheer squad and their recent practice, something weird to do in the ladies locker room, but he already knew the fuss she would kick up if he didn't follow Jessica there now.
He would have consulted with Kim first, had she not been talking to Hope and Liz; and in the end. What was the worst that could happen? Ron knew that Bonnie could be pretty sadistic at time and mean and petty, and to be frank bitchy.
But Ron knew she had a good heart. Or maybe that was just how he saw everyone in the world. The only person that he could possibly say was completely Evil was monkey fist. Anyone that was part Monkey, part martial artists was surely evil.
Ron hated Monkeys!
The third voice, probably the quietest one…..wanted to get a small peek!
What all the cheerleaders were hot!
That being said as he walked into the locker room, he stopped in shock before being nudged in by Jessica. As Ron's mind stopped working, he didn't notice Jessica pushing him a bit further in before peeling off to take her own clothes off.
No Ron's mind was completely else were as his eyes shot from point to point, his brain stuck between horny and rational as he looked at the naked bodies of half the cheer squad.
Ron wasn't sure if he was dreaming, but even if he was he wanted to quickly burn the image in his head.
The silk like skin, round supple mounds and soft thigs instantly entered his view as he went from Marcella, to Bonnie, to Jessica who was just now taking off her skirt and letting it drop to the ground.
The fragrant smell of sweat entered his nose, he couldn't help but take a whiff, unlike the boy's locker room which had that usual boy smell, the girls locker room was more floral in nature and a bit enrapturing.
Ron's face turned red as Bonnie finally turned around, his eyes snapping to her slightly pink nipples and her ebony skin that was taunt in all the right spots. As his eyes roamed from her pretty eyes down to her neck, going past her breasts down to below, he couldn't help but stop as he caught sight of the flaccid tool between her legs.
His eyes raised in surprise as the usual Bonnie scowl entered his eyes and she spoke up.
"So you've finally arrived. What took you so long Stoppable?"
Ron wasn't really sure what to say at the second as he stuttered to reply, his eyes drifting to Marcella as she put one long leg up on her bench, her own cock flopping to the side for a second letting him catch a view of her sacred cave below that was glistening with sweat.
"I – I – i…. Jessica said you wanted to talk to me Bonnie?"
Bonnie raised an unimpressed eye brow his way, before rolling her eyes and stepping forward. Her body almost sashayed over to Ron as his body stayed in place, he really had no clue what to do in this situation.
'Actually shouldn't she be yelling and screaming with me seeing her Naked?'
The thought popped into Ron's mind for only a second, a shiver going down his spine as Bonnie reached his side. Seeing the shiver down his spine and the fact his eyes were still locked on to her body, she couldn't help but smile.
It was in Ron's opinion her usual evil smile, if not a bit saucier than usual.
Grabbing his arm, Bonnie was quick to pull him further into the room something Ron was questioning in his head as she sat him down on the bench she was just sitting on.
Sitting down Ron's brain finally started to kick back into gear as he looked up at Bonnie, She hadn't sat down yet and was instead starring down at him. From his position her penis was now closer to eye level and couldn't help but draw him in for a second, his eye flickering to it for a second, her perfectly smooth crotch right before him; before he quickly snapped his eyes back to hers.
Her smirk only grew a little wider as her scent assaulted his senses, but he paid it no mind looking around once again at the others that had also shed their clothes and were looking at what was going on.
Bonnie raised an eye brow as his attention wondered a little furrow of the brows before she sat down next to him and stretched in a languid manner.
"It's not me that wants to talk to you. It's Tara. Tara he's here!"
Ron's eyes traced Bonnie's boobs as the jiggled slightly at her manuver before he frowned in thought.
'Tara wanted to talk with me?'
"Tara wanted to talk with me?"
His thoughts were blurted out as a sound came off to the side.
With a slight whoosh of air, the door to the showers was opened, the steam in the room obscuring the figure that was about to walk out, Ron's eyes snapping in the direction before being transfixed on Tara as she stepped out.
Cascading blonde hair, captivating blue eyes all leading to beautiful freckles, that was what Ron noticed first. Next was the glistening white skin that showed the freckles didn't just stop at her face but travelled down her whole body.
"Well, probably not a lot of talking, but you will be using your mouth."
A body that was flexible and fit from all the cheering practice. Curves that any woman would die for, framed her silhouette as her breasts jiggled as she nervously made her way out, nothing covering her body.
Water droplets still travelled down her body, one in particular drew Ron's eyes as it slid between the valley of her chest before roaming down her navel and finally heading to her crotch.
Swinging between her legs was a 7 inch tool that was as smooth as the rest of her, resting below a sack that pulsed in anticipation. The tool was already semi ready pointing towards the roof as she made her way over.
Ron stopped there for but a moment before looking further down to her long legs that lead to perfectly petite feet.
Bonnie took in the form of the Doofus as he starred dumbly at Tara as she made her way over. A small quirk of the brow was all Bonnie sent her way as she noted that she had cleaned herself up and went smooth for today's action.
She usually kept a well-trimmed landing strip but seemed to decide for baby smooth today, she wasn't sure if Ron would appreciate that or if it was even necessary. With the amount of musk now floating around he should already be a mess.
Though Bonnie noted that he still seemed to keep his wits about him, which was a little surprising.
He hadn't responded to what she had said though. Either way, the other girls had moved a slight bit closer, making it worse for him, while she herself had placed a hand on his shoulder. It wouldn't be good if he tried to escape now.
He did run around with Kim all the time, so he should know how to fight back. But the longer he stayed here the less resistance he should have.
Stoppable really was a doofus, if he didn't even know such simple thing about Futa's.
Tara finally spoke up as she got within arm's reach and sat next to him, placing a comforting hand on his. Bonnie wanted to roll her eyes at her actions. She was here to forcefully bind him; she didn't have to be sentimental or nice about it.
He would after a few weeks get used to her. Well that did depend how eager she was, and if they could get around Possible. But once he got 1 shot, he would come back for more from Tara, it was just simple biology.
Though if he was kept away for long enough they might be able to break her hold.
"H-hey Ron. I'm not really good at this but i…. I wanted to start dating s-s-so I thought it would be better to be direct about this. Do you want to be my Boyfriend?"
Bonnie rolled her eyes once again while looking at the clock near the entrance. Why couldn't she just get a roll on with this, they didn't have too much time.
….Though Maybe Tara was a quick shot, that could speed things up.
It wasn't unheard of, but Bonnie still thought the best for her friend.
There was a silence in the room as Tara seemed to want a response from Ron at this point, but Bonnie wasn't sure what she was expecting. The other in the room also looking on in semi interest. They would of course have to go through something like this later in their lives as well.
Being shunned for who they were, finding someone that was ok with what they were packing was hard, not to mentioned once you put in the biological reactions the other genders had when they got a taste.
Just the idea that it could be a bit addicting turned nearly everyone off, gave them a bad rep, and made them shunned by all.
But then, it also made sure that when they got someone, they could keep them, if they started to adapt. You couldn't just bind someone and be done. You had to coax them into something akin to a 'Florence nightingale or Stockholm syndrome'. Which made their rep even worse. If you didn't well…. You wouldn't want someone that hated you sucking you off, the addiction just making anything that might happen worse.
That never turned out good.
As expected Ron was dumbfounded for a second, the musk probably rattling his brain after so long.
But what was unexpected was the sudden laugh that he gave as he sent a friendly smile towards Tara.
"Booyah!"
'And he was excited?'
If there was one thing Bonnie wasn't expecting, was that response. It seems like no one else in the room was expecting it either.
"Ron?"
Tara was the first to raise a question that everyone else was thinking.
Ron shook his head as he laughed once more. He reached for his pants for a second for that disgusting pet of his, but after a few seconds seemed to remember something and took his hands out.
There was still a smile on his face though.
"Sorry Tara, I was just surprised and Happy. This is the first time a girl has asked me out. I really wanted to tell Rufus for a second. But I had to leave him at home today, he's been a little sick recently."
Tara nodded mutely still seemingly in shock, the atmosphere in the room one that Bonnie hadn't been expecting. Especially after Ron found out Tara, the obvious Futanari before him, one that was packing 7 inches, wanted to be his girlfriend.
Bonnie would have expected more shock, anger, disgust. Well should would have expected that if he wasn't currently in a room heavily doused in Futa musk, something clinically proven to dull the mind depending on the strength plus the amount of said musk in a room.
With her and the rest, Ron's actual reaction should have been a muted 'ok' or grunt, or something that would have shown he was a bit out of it. But he seemed completely fine, which was just down right weird!
Why was Stoppable always the Weird one?!
'Why do I care so much?'
Bonnie asked herself this as she focused even more on the conversation a frown on her face,
"So is that a yes?"
Tara's timid but hopeful voice snapped Bonnie back into place and before Ron could answer she had her own questions that had to be answered.
"Don't you feel disgust?"
For the first time since seeing Tara walk in, Bonnie once again had Ron's attention. The frown on Tara's face after the interruption was one she ignored, as she focused on the blond boy.
Ron seemed to be confused for a few seconds before his eyes darted down to her own cock, before looking around the room. The rest of the current cheer squad was focusing in on him, something he actually clicked in on.
'He isn't completely clueless.'
Ron shook his head in aspiration as he locked eyes with Bonnie, a smile on his lips. Not one of pity, or anything like that, but one of understanding.
"Nope. I think all of you girls are gorgeous."
Bonnie was shocked into a stupor for a moment, the truth of his stupid words registering with her.
Marcella spoke up from the side.
"But we're not women, we're futanari?"
Ron tilted his head to the side.
"And? You still all look act and are Women? You have a-a Vagina as well. Why would I as a guy feel disgust?"
There were multiple reasons, or rather 1 big reason hanging between their legs that would lead one to disgust. But Bonnie thought to herself.
'Ron's motto is, Never be Normal, this is just something that puts him apart from others'.
And the frank way that he was complementing them was definitely causing a reaction. Bonnie caught out of the corner of her eye the hardening of both Jessica and Marcella. Not to mention that she herself felt a warmth that began to build in her core before tingling up, her own rod starting to get excited.
But that didn't explain the other question that was in Bonnies mind, one that seemingly needed to be answered right now, though she wasn't sure why her mind kept saying that.
"But don't you feel a bit different being in the locker room? Don't you feel a little dizzy or slow?"
It was a biological reaction for Christ's sake!
Ron's face turned red as he stuttered out some words.
There it was!
"W-well, it's a bit intimidating I'll admit with you all being naked and it's definitely different to the guy's locker room, just the smell alone is a lot better. Definitely a lot cleaner. But other than that I feel completely fine, not dizzy at all. Should I be?
Bonnie for the first time ever thought the clueless face of Ron Stoppable was something that was just unfair.
She wasn't sure if the others had clocked on yet, but to Bonnie it sounded like Ron Stoppable was somehow immune to Futanari Pheromones, aka Futa Musk. Something that shouldn't be possible, but for some reason just got her engine running a bit hotter.
This couldn't be happening!
Why couldn't it be someone that was hotter, someone like Josh or Brick!
But then, would they accept her or others like her?
Those thoughts ran through Bonnies mind as Tara seemed to snap and lung into Ron their lips pressing together as she moulded her body to his.
Bonnie just caught the light of obsession behind her eyes before she did such an action and Bonnie didn't want to admit it, but she knew why she was so excited.
Tara's tool had already stared to leak a little as she started to hump Stoppable's leg.
Bonnie quickly got to work stopping such an action a small part of her braining noting that they didn't have much time.
Plus if Ron was really immune, it wouldn't matter if Tara somehow convinced him to suck her off, there would be no effect when she blew her load.
This was getting more complicated, but also more arousing.
"Wait, stop for a moment Tara."
With Ron almost non –responsive after the French kiss Tara just bestowed upon him, all Bonnie had to contend with was Tara when she pulled them apart. Though it was harder than she imagined and Tara was giving her the dirtiest look she had ever seen and she tussled with Kim all the time.
The red haired perfect Bitch.
Keeping them apart for just a moment, she sent a look Tara's way that stopped her from tearing Bonnie apart, before looking at Ron, who had a giddy smile on his lips.
'Damnit it didn't look like he was lying.'
A new thought entered Bonnies mind as she quickly spoke.
"I don't believe you Stoppable. You'll have to prove it."
Ron finally snapped out of it as Bonnie spoke up, he's eyes snapped to hers in confusion before she reached down like a predator and took a hold of his hand. Guiding it with a bit more force and eager than she thought herself capable.
Bonnie quickly maneuver his hand to Tara's rod.
The look that she had been giving Bonnie melting to one of a scared mouse as Bonnie wrapped Stoppable's bigger hand around her girth.
There was a small look of surprise on both their faces before Bonnie started to pump his hand up and down, her eyes staring into his as she went.
Tara's face soon melted to one of pure pleasure, Ron's forceful grip something she knew the submissive would love.
Tara's first moan was what pulled his attention away from her. Bonnie could finally begin her new plan.
Ron wasn't sure what was going on anymore as his hand wrapped around the warm smooth cock of the girl next to him.
His soon to be girlfriend his mind supplied.
As that was going on he noticed the presence of Jessica and Marcella getting closer but didn't pay it any mind as he looked at Tara's face.
She looked to be in pure pleasure and Ron couldn't be happier. He had always been a people pleaser and it had never crossed his mind that he wouldn't pleasure whoever wound up as his girlfriend.
Though he was starting to like Kim especially recently after his failed attempt with Zita, Tara's out of the blue confession had really given him a confidence boost as well as shift his thoughts. Tara was a drop dead gorgeous woman that wanted to be his girlfriend!
Why wouldn't he be happy?
So with a new bit of gusto Ron started to get to work giving Tara slow but long pumps up and down. He knew how good that could feel and from the way Tara was reacting, she liked it. Starting to get engrossed in what he was doing, Ron moved his other hand over and slowly started to fondle her smooth balls.
As his hand began to work, he felt the small protrusion hiding under her sack and accidentally brushed up against it. That sent a noticeable jolt through Tara's body and Ron remembered from some biology course that he was having troubling remembering, mainly because he wasn't paying attention, that Futanari had a vagina underneath their shaft, one that had a fully functioning clit.
Which is what he must have just brushed past.
With that in mind he continued his pumps, something slick starting to spill over Tara's tip and mix with his hand that made his gliding movement easier. As he did that his other hand travelled down further and felt the other wetness down below.
With her two balls cupped in his palm, his fingers reached lower as he started to tickle the smooth but closed entrance down below. With the way it was starting to gush, in no time Ron's index finger slipped in, a gasp of pleasure exploding from Tara as her body locked for a moment.
Tara's hands began to fondle her own breasts, flicking past her nipples, more and more pleasure starting to build within. The heat of her body was pressed into Ron's side as the seed spilling from her tip increased in volume. Ron decided to keep to the edges and slowly curl his index finger pumping slowly into her.
So engrossed in what he was doing, Ron didn't notice the smell in the room increase, the small groans and grunts of two women off to the side watching and pumping their own shafts. What he also didn't notice were the ebony hands that slowly pulled down his baggy pants.
Ron did notice though when those ebony hand, smaller than his own started to cup then pump his own shaft.
*Gasp*
Ron sucked in a deep breath and stopped for a moment at this new feeling.
"You really are excited for ones like us?"
Those small whispered words were only just heard as another pair of hands grabbed the ones pumping Tara's shafted and started up again. Said hands belonged to the blonde that smashed her lips against his.
Tara started a French kiss like her life depended on it, her hips bucking into Ron's hand searching for release as the heat in his hands began to build.
There was a pulsing that signified something, something Ron's mind couldn't think of as his own excitement that had been trapped before was brought closer and closer to its end.
A small part of his brain wanted to last longer, but the amount of excitement that was going on was too much for his confused brain. All Ron could look at was the ecstasy on Tara's face as she broke away from him, her breath raged and hot as she dropped her head into the crook of his neck.
"Ohh Ron~ Faster~ Faster!"
Ron obeyed the hand pumping his own shaft growing with his own pace but so delicate and smooth that it almost distracted him.
*mmmmm*
"Yes~….Yes~…..YES~!"
Tara's voice only got louder and louder as Ron pumped up and down, his hand completely slick, the other pulled out to vigorously rub the small nub down below.
"I'M COMMING RON! YES! YES! YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS~!"
The room snapped back into place at the end of her words. Her pelvis jerking as tremers rocked her body. Shot after shot of white exploded from Tara's shaft onto her own body and all over Ron's hand as down below even more juices flowed.
The hand pumping his own shaft stopped at the same time, his release seemingly denied as the Ebony hand retreated, while off to the side two other moans sounded out, more white splattering on the ground.
Ron let out a groan of frustration as he didn't get to finish, but he could do nothing as the hand around his waist disappeared and Tara's body almost pulled him down as her ragged body slumped back onto the bench.
She seemed to have no energy in her body as he gasped for air, her penis softening after the action, though it was still half chub, something Ron knew meant she could keep going.
The idea did cross Ron's mind for a moment before he remember exactly where he was and then the thought of which ebony hand had just been jerking him off made him shiver and turn to Bonnie who was showing a gently smile Tara's way.
Noticing Ron's gaze though her eyes snapped back to his and the usual scowl was shown.
Bonnie gave a soft smile Tara's way as she looked so… satisfied.
'I want that….'
That thought came unbidden to her mind as she noticed the blonde she was sitting next to look her way.
A scowl came back to her lips as she locked eyes with Ron. Memories of what she had just done to determine if he had been lying came back to mind.
He was excited with what he was doing, there was no hesitation and Bonnie was also sure that he hadn't been affected by their Pheromones. Actually she was sure that if she hadn't stopped jerking him off, he would have quickly blown his load.
Her eyes drifted down to the towering piece of meat between his legs. She would never admit it, or speak of it. But that fact that Stoppable was packing a solid 8.5 inches, just bigger than her own turned her own.
Actually the whole situation had turned her on. She wasn't sure when but she knew that her own erection was painful in the way it pulsed and wanted to be let loose. Her eyes shifted to the side quickly, noting Jessica and Marcella both with expressions of desire as they starred at Tara's state.
Was that what she looked like a second ago?
She wasn't sure, but what she was sure of, they had both nutted. The splatter on the floor and their softening members gave it away. There was a bit of jealousy behind her eyes as she herself wanted such a finish.
'Stoppable was still here, and he seemed eager.'
Bonnie mouth had just opened when there was a crash from the door, breaking off whatever atmosphere was in the room.
Bonnie and Ron both look over quickly, Ron quickly pulling his pants back up as a raging red head kicked down the door.
Bonnie in any other circumstance would have been smug at the look of fury that was on Kim's face. But even she could see that the level of fury she was showing right now was a bit off the rails.
Fire was almost spitting from her eyes as she instantly zeroed in on Ron who Bonnie was thankful now had his pants on. She was also thankful that his pants were baggy, as they didn't show the remnant boner she had just pumped up. Kim's eyes eased up once she caught sight of Ron, her face softening as she took him in, before snapping in her direction the rage coming back once again.
Hope and Liz peeked out from behind Kim as she stormed into the room like a mad bull. It didn't even take a second before she was beside Ron. Her eyes flashing red as she took in Bonnie naked body, as well as the others.
It was when she locked eyes onto Tara who was still blissed out that she snapped.
Kim grabbed Ron quickly and pulled him to his feet, placing him behind her back, checking him for a second before rounding on Bonnie.
"What the Fuck were you doing Bonnie?"
Bonnie in all her years messing with Possible, had never heard her curse.
Just that fact alone brought a satisfied smirk to her lips.
For a moment the idea of spilling exactly what happened passed through her mind, before she thought of something else and shut up.
Not getting a response and looking again at the situation, especially Tara. Kim sniffed the air. Her face getting even worse and she started to put the piece together.
She wasn't the best for nothing. A look of horror covered her face before she turned to face Ron who at this moment was absentminded.
Bonnie wasn't sure what about, but it seemed to sell Kim on what they were trying to do.
'Which isn't wrong'
Bonnie had that thought as Kim rounded on her. Bonnie was sure Kim was going to slap her or even worse at that moment.
But Kim seemed to think better of the situation, turning back to Ron, looking around his mouth for the obvious white, before thinking better and pulling him out of the locker room.
Kim shoved aside Hope and Liz as she made it to the door. She wasn't pulling her force either as the two almost collided with the walls. Ron was still out of it as Kim turned one last time facing Bonnie, a terrifying expression on her face.
"If you did what I think you did Bonnie. I will make you pay."
With that terrifying threat Kim pulled Ron away, leaving the school no doubt.
Bonnie sat there for a moment, frozen at the vitriol in Kim's voice before scowling and shaking it off. It wasn't her fault that Kim hadn't made a move.
Why could she stop others from getting closer?
What right did she have?
Hope and Liz had recovered and moved into the room, their eyes searching for information on what happened. But Bonnie waved them to the side. Jessica and Marcella would fill them in.
No Bonnie looked down at Tara that was just coming back to the world of the living, her eyes seemingly searching for a moment for the Blonde boy that had left her like that before turning her eyes to Bonnie.
They both shared a look before Bonnie helped her up.
The excitement of the last few minutes was starting to fade, her own erection starting to fall, disappointment flashing in Bonnies eyes as she stared at Tara.
"I'm Sorry Tara but it looks like we'll have to change your plans for Ron."
Tara shifted in confusion, a frown on her face.
Bonnie stood up and prepared to take a shower, one she knew Tara would join as she explained.
"I won't be let Possible hog Stoppable anymore."
'Why should she get such a good thing and not us?'
She gave one last glance at Tara who was getting up with wobbly legs.
"I won't let anyone hog Stoppable anymore..."
As she walked into the showers Tara on her heels, likely to argue about her last words. What was left unsaid was the end of the sentence in her mind.
'…except myself of course.'
She would never admit to that though.
I'll be honest not my best work. A lot more plot than plot, something I wasn't expecting. But for some reason decided to expand on thoughts and actually explain some lore. Yeah if I ever do another chapter. You'll have more nsfw content. Why, because I don't want to think this out. It's supposed to be smut. But like feel good Smut. Something rather hard to find when it comes to Futa. All about non-con ect.
PS if I did another chapter, who would you want to be the focus?
Any girl in Kim Possible goes. Except Shego and any villain for now.