Chapter 18 - Bunkmates And Soulmates
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Twenty minutes after Ron's daily spar came to an end, so to did that element of Akiyama sensei's training schedule, and it was time to move on to the next required skill, Hiruken Jutsu (throwing weapons).
Resting next to the courtyard wall was an enormous sled-bottomed crate, which Reo gestured for Ron to pull to their next destination with the same twisted smile that he always offered in these situations.
Needless to say, many of the haters in the class smiled evilly at Reo's blatant harassment, which, to be honest, Ron didn't even notice in the face of far more… pressing… matters. Mainly the fact that the crate he was looking at weighed hundreds of pounds, and he didn't know how far he was going to have to haul it through the woods. The fact that this crate was yet another form of muscle training was obvious, as was the fact that this so-called 'hazing' would pacify the people in his training group that were unhappy about his involvement. What wasn't obvious to Ron was why all of his detractors didn't see just how stereotypical and easily manipulated they were becoming, and then grow ashamed of the fact that they were devolving into B-character bullies….
Well… No matter.
After picking up the thick leather belt attached to the crate and throwing it over his shoulder, Ron dug deep, flexed his core, ass and thigh muscles, and then started scraping the rungs of the sled across the flagstone floor of the courtyard. At exactly the same time, the rest of the class started jogging towards their next location, which Reo indicated was ten minutes up the North path via a series of hand-signals. It was obvious right from the get-go that the hand-signals were mostly for Ron's benefit, because he didn't have a single hope in hell of keeping up with the rest of the class…
Over the next eighteen minutes, Ron's leg muscles were completely shredded once again while pulling a crate which weighed hundreds of pounds down a stone-lined path that was flattened by constant use rather than any form of machinery. A task that was made easier by the trio of young women that were cheering him on within his mindscape, where they reminded him just how freaking cool it was that he was the underdog in a martial arts montage, reminded him that his muscles were being repaired even as he was using them, and whispered near endless innuendo directly into his brain.
It was nice, it was helpful, it was a distraction, and Ron really did appreciate the support he was receiving, and yet he found himself wondering why Kim was silent at the moment, as he felt on some near unconscious level that she was still within his mindscape. A fact that none of the women seemed worried about, including Monique, which seemed to imply Kim's absence wasn't an emergency.
Still…
By the time, a sweat soaked Ronald Stoppable noisily dragged the half ton crate into the projectile range scheduled for their use, he looked thoughtful and distracted rather than upset, as if the state of his newly jacked up body was the very least of his concerns.
Which was a convenient outcome, all things considered.
While it's idealistic nonsense to say that ignoring bullying makes it stop, what it DOES do is decrease the satisfaction that it provides for the people trying to victimize you while maintaining your dignity in the process…
And since Reo wasn't your run of the mill bully, he smiled mockingly at Ron's haters in a way specifically designed to piss them off.
Over the following two hours, Reo cracked open the crate to reveal hundreds and hundreds of shuriken (ninja stars), kunai (throwing knives used for many purposes) and throwing needles (thin sharp needles made of metal), that he had Ron's training group throw at a variety of stationary targets (skipping stealth techniques for the day while they ironed out the basics)…
And almost everybody had a pretty good time… with one obvious exception.
Ronald Stoppable couldn't hit the broad side of a barn with any of the projectile weapons because he'd never trained with any of them and they weren't designed to be used by amateurs… A lack of skill that didn't go unnoticed by anyone at all, with the end result being that once again, he was surrounded by a very amused group of extremely petty young ninja trainees. A state of affairs that left Ron determined to spend a good portion of his mindscape time that night practicing throwing techniques with Kim, who was a crack shot with basically every object ever thrown from acorns to yoyos.
And once again, Ron was left wondering just where his redhead friend was hiding out within the recesses of his spiritual center.
The rest of the day was spent practicing silent climbing and swimming, two skills that Ron was experienced enough in that he was able to keep up with the rest of his class (although he'd never tried to accomplish either of these activities without making any noise). Similarly to Hiruken Jutsu, both silent climbing and swimming involved several techniques that Reo needed to demonstrate, which is why he canceled the Dynamic vision training and Waterfall meditation for the afternoon and they moved through various drills until dinner time freed them from the man's clutches.
After a completely gigantic dinner eaten at yet another completely empty table, Ron once again pushed himself through a set of combat katas until he collapsed into a twitching heap upon the floor, at which point, he ate yet another protein heavy meal, and then weathered the unblinking stares of his barrack-mates as he weaved his way through the rows of bunks towards his bed.
Business as usual.
After Ron stripped down to his boxers and lay on his bed with the wall at his back, Tara whispered that she was about to darken his vision, he nodded a quick go ahead in return, his eyesight was cut off, and he started meditating his way to sleep with much more composure than he'd had just the day before.
As it turns out, a man can get used to almost anything, and that includes blinding yourself within a room full of openly hostile strangers…
Go figure.
Slowly but surely, Ron's thoughts stilled, grew serene, grew distant, and then he… shifted… into a much less hostile environment full of people that were quite a bit happier to see him.
Monique, Bonnie and Tara all walked across the grass towards Ron, not racing, but making a bee line in his direction as if drawn by some invisible force. Then, when they actually started closing in on his position, he saw on their faces that it was an emotion that was causing them to gather in front of him, rather than some external force or magic…
Resolve.
"It feels like I missed quite the conversation," Ron remarked as Tara slipped her arms around his waist on his right side, Bonnie curled her body around his left, and Monique lay both of her palms atop his chest.
"We weren't able to conceal the empathic connection that sex creates, causing Kim to immediately start imploding in on herself," Monique announced in a no-nonsense tone of voice.
"I pointed out that Kim is trying to keep her hands to herself because she doesn't know what she wants where you're concerned," Tara continued with her eyes locked on Ron's.
"In return, Kim asked us if we're committed to you, despite all the judgment and scorn that this arrangement will cause us out in the real world," Bonnie added, her hands sliding up Ron's stomach muscles towards his ribs.
"I am," Tara confirmed.
"Me too," Bonnie added.
"My parents are going to make us suffer," Monique concluded even as she leaned in to press a sweet little kiss upon Ron's cheek.
"Now, you're going to want to have a conversation with your friend over in that theater arrangement that you set up," Tara suggested with a complicated expression upon her face.
"Please don't forget that I've been a good girl and that you promised to reward me," Bonnie all but whimpered.
With a nod at Tara and Monique and an aggressive smile for Bonnie, Ron slowly broke away from the three gorgeous young women and started stalking away through the grass. Even with the theater about a hundred meters away, Ron could feel that someone inside of it was extraordinarily upset, which meant either that his connection to the girls was deepening, or that Kim was just that upset… or both.
A minute later, when Ron walked through the double doors leading into his mind theater, he saw Kim curled up into a ball in one of the large and comfy seats, and he drew in a preparatory breath… This wasn't good… Apparently, Kim spent the last several hours Mindscape time observing the last four months of his life… and now, she was in the midst of watching him sit in a janitor's closet…
With a wave of his hand, Ron instantly dismissed the memory of the dim, dank, and dirty little room, replacing it with a memory of him and Kim visiting Niagara Falls with the Possible parents back when they were eight years old.
In the silent moments that followed, as the massive theater screen showed Ron's memory of leaning against the decorative ledge on the Canadian side of the falls with Kim at his side, he slid into the seat on Kim's right hand side, and placed a hand atop her right arm where it was tightly hugging her knees... "Self-reflection doesn't need to be anywhere near this brutal, Kim. You're hurting yourself…"
"I… was… trying to remind myself why… I can't, why I shouldn't, why I don't have the right to, and why I never have until now," Kim sniffed out with a tear stained face and a red and runny nose.
As jumbled and nonsensical as Kim's words were, both Ron's intense familiarity with the redhead and the knowing phenomenon inherent in his mindscape carried him to an understanding, at which point, he blanched in sudden surprise.
"I know right," Kim agreed, her bloodshot eyes peering up at Ron from their spot down between her knees.
"My first thought was… why now… but that's dumb. Of course now," Ron mused.
"That's a big part of the problem," Kim agreed, a miserable quality to her voice.
"Never before," Ron repeated.
"Never," Kim immediately agreed… "On purpose.
"On purpose," Ron slowly repeated, tasting those words and some of the context they contained.
"I've done a lot of soul searching lately while meeting with a psychologist friend of my mom's… and I've compiled a list of reservations," Kim haltingly explained.
"Reservations that've prevented you from seeing me as a potential lover," Ron finally said aloud, clarifying a conversation that he considered too reliant on his mindscape's passive empathy.
At first, Kim simply nodded, as the version of her shown on the theater's big-screen posed next to Ron for a photograph, a brilliant smile on her face, twin peace signs on her hands. Then Kim drew in a deep, bracing breath, and she attempted to order her thoughts… "You've always been with me, growing up as close as a sibling, the kind of caring brother that you can only find in family friendly sitcoms… I've always loved you in that role… but I've also relied on you in that role… and I'm… afraid…"
Nodding his head in understanding, Ron saw two distinctly different roadblocks in what Kim was saying. A) Humans aren't designed to see siblings as romantic interests, even when they aren't actually blood related, B) Kim was afraid of losing her brother, a relationship she relied upon, a friendship too important to mess with.
"The next reservation I've always had is that you're too… good to me," Kim hedged.
No amount of 'knowing' could help Ron parse the meaning behind Kim's newest problem, as her words conveyed how happy he made her and he failed to see a problem inherent in that feeling.
"I could never picture an outcome where we dated, fought, broke up, moved on, and then saw other people," Kim explained with her hands curled tightly around her knees. "You're too good to me, too good at managing my selfishness, too skilled at improving my mood, too accommodating, too fun, too relaxing, too… everything… If we ever did break up, it would be as a result of my selfishness, because I want to know... I want to learn, good, bad or indifferent, what I want from my husband, and I can't figure that out by marrying my childhood friend…"
Once again, Ron found himself nodding his head, as he didn't see Kim's desire to experience everything that the world had to offer as unreasonable.
"This last reservation might hurt your feelings, but I'm going to say it anyway because you deserve the full unadulterated truth," Kim announced after a prolonged moment of silence.
Ron could feel Kim's mixed anxiety and conviction, so he smiled at the woman while hitting her with his own determination to take everything that she said at face value. He was working on his self-esteem. He wasn't so fragile anymore…
"I don't know for sure if I'll go to Upperton University, Harvard, Yale, or some other Ivy League school, but I do know I want to begin my post secondary education by taking advanced psychology and criminology, with the intention of being a world leading criminal profiler, and in the meantime, I wanted to aim to go to the Olympics for gymnastics," Kim quickly rattled off with her hands fisted around her armrests. "Then, after I graduate with my first two degrees and assume an official position with Global Justice, I want to continue my education in medicine and science so that I can actually DO something about all of the super powered villains that are running around unchecked... I WANT TO DO IT ALL, Ron. I want to lead, I want to excel…"
"And you don't know where I fit into that plan," Ron concluded.
"I didn't… want to…. settle," Kim slowly admitted with a pained expression upon her face. "I have no idea what post secondary education you want, as you rarely talk about such things, but I do know you weren't studying hard with high expectations…"
"My plan was to apply to the Culinary Institute of America in New York, and then open a restaurant with my Naco royalties after graduation," Ron admitted with his eyes averted to the side. "I hoped to establish a franchise that could take care of itself so that I could chase you around on your missions…"
A wave of palpable misery and self-loathing suddenly flowed across Ron's body with so much intensity his face whipped back in Kim's direction, where he found the woman's eyes POURING tears down both of her cheeks.
"I've been underestimating you… for a lot longer than four months…" Kim breathily whimpered as if she'd just taken a front-kick to the ribs.
"You judged me based on my subpar study habits and apparent lack of direction," Ron immediately consoled while leaning in to cup his oldest friend's cheeks between his hands. "I was too anxious to explain what I was planning… I feared I'd fail, embarrass myself, end up completely mediocre..."
Looking down at her lap, Kim closed her eyes and then shook her head free from Ron's clutches. "No, Ron. You'll succeed. Your ability to create new and exciting food is… remarkable."
"Well… maybe I would have, but I don't think I'll be able to attend three years of culinary school," Ron pointed out with a sigh. "According to Master Sensei, people with my… talents… are rare, and they travel the world slaying extradimensional horrors that like to either eat or manipulate the normal human population."
"If you feel responsible to help, fine, but if you're so invaluable that the responding agent MUST be you, then Yamanouchi can pick you up and smooth over whatever attendance issues the mission causes you," Kim corrected with an emphatic shake of her head. "Global Justice arranges transport for me from Middleton highschool. I don't go to them and I don't let missions tarnish my academic record…"
"You're a badass," Ron allowed.
"I'm a coward," Kim corrected.
"You're being too hard on yourself," Ron argued.
"I just watched the last four months from your perspective," Kim retorted.
"We're not discussing that," Ron countered with a shake of his head. "We're discussing the very real, very justified reservations that have prevented you from considering me as a love interest."
"Let's discuss them then," Kim snapped before groaning and rubbing her temples. "I DEFINITELY don't see you as a brother anymore…"
"Well, yeah… After the raft," Ron began…
"Avoiding romance won't preserve our close relationship anymore because you have three soulmates that want to devote themselves to you, and I can sense that they're important to your future in ways that I can't explain," Kim continued, steamrolling over Ron's sarcastic levity.
"I…. Yes," Ron allowed, as he could also sense what Kim was alluding to.
"You're becoming MORE than a match for me, and I'll likely end up riding YOUR coattails from now on," Kim asserted, absolute certainty glowing in her eyes.
"I don't think that's…" Ron's words trailed to a stop when Kim started scowling at him, in no mood to argue his rapidly increasing capabilities... But then, there was another matter that Kim WASN'T addressing that Ron fully intended to talk about…
"What about your desire to date other men, to find out what you want," Ron asked, while squaring up in his seat to face the redhead directly.
"That's still a concern, along with your original question," Kim concluded. "Why aren't I concerned about dating and accruing experience anymore, and why now, as opposed to six months ago…"
"Jealousy and possessiveness," Ron listed.
"Lust and… dread," Kim added.
"I'm not going anywhere," Ron assured.
"Not physically, maybe, but you're evolving, changing, becoming… MORE, and if I don't take part in the process, if I don't come along… I'll never understand. I won't be able to relate. I'll lose you to the people, the women, who can," Kim predicted, a fatalistic quality in her voice.
"Even if what you're describing is the case, and we don't know that it is, the crux of the issue hasn't changed," Ron pointed out. "Do you love me?"
"I've loved you since we were four," Kim hedged.
"Do you love me romantically," Ron clarified.
"Is fully-formed romantic love a condition of involvement," Kim asked in return. "Do you think Monique and Bonnie love you?"
"No, not really, but they're not tearing themselves apart with indecision either," Ron replied.
"And what if I put aside my concerns and say I want to start having sex with you," Kim asked.
"Sooner rather than later, I'll cave to temptation, we'll have sex, we'll bond spiritually, we'll exchange memories, and we'll grow even closer than we are now," Ron explained with absolute certainty in his voice. "If/when that happens, you'll find it even harder to move on, to date other men, to gain perspective, to lead a normal life."
"You're acting like you don't want me involved… but I can feel that you actually do," Kim pointed out.
"You're not the only one who feels conflicted, Kim, I don't want to simply let you move on either," Ron admitted. "But I also recognize your concerns… and more importantly, I'm not in a position to offer monogamy."
Abruptly, the back and forth between Ron and Kim came to an end, as the two of them finally landed on the REAL crux of the issue, and didn't know where to go from there…
Then, very suddenly, the heavy emotions and tension filling the theater was the very least of their concerns.
With an insistence that could be felt in your bones, a warning klaxon cut through the silent moment, echoing off of all the theater walls even though it appeared to be emanating from every direction.
At exactly the same time, both Ron and Kim exploded to their feet, and started sprinting in the direction of the viewing monitors.
"What is it," Ron yelled towards Monique, Bonnie and Tara, even as he felt the time dilation between his mindscape and the real world intensify to sixteen times faster, rather than four, a change he'd realized he could effect over the last few days, but had never used because Master Sensei had warned him against it.
According to Master Sensei, the natural time dilation that he experienced every night (four times faster than the outside world) was caused by excess spiritual power, and it could be maintained even as his body underwent an extremely restful night's sleep. The same could NOT be said if he forced time to slow down even further to gain more time in his mindscape, because it was immensely taxing to pull off from a spiritual standpoint and was hurtful in the long term. Nevertheless, Ron had programmed his mindscape to slow down even more in an emergency so that he could get organized and properly respond to the threat.
"Three men are skulking down the aisle towards your bed, masks on their faces, throwing knives in their hands, one of them has a net," Monique quickly rattled off as she stared at the slowly moving boys growing larger in Ron's vision.
As Ron and Kim ran towards his bridge (control area) they glanced aside at each other in a moment of mutual understanding. It was immediately understood that they'd be cheating big time during the fight that Ron was about to take part in.
"Monique, please take control of my endocrine system, because I'm going to need to act like I'm still asleep in the moments after I leave my mindscape, and having a massive boost of adrenaline right away will be a hindrance," Ron requested as he ran past the woman. "Listen for Kim to give you the go ahead, and then flood my bloodstream with adrenaline, dopamine and norepinephrine to supercharge my fight response."
Both Monique and Kim nodded their understanding.
"Time in here is moving very slowly, so please increase the volume of the intercom system and then feed me advice about where to move to achieve maximum advantage," Ron requested of Kim as they arrived in the bridge area, and Ron pulled up the various systems relevant in a fight. "Tara, Bonnie, please monitor this bank of display screens and prioritize the resolution of problems that'll help me continue moving."
Bonnie and Tara also nodded before sitting at the bank of displays and moving screens around for best visibility.
"It's time I get out there," Ron growled with his eyes locked on the three men stalking in his direction, a savage gleam in their dimly lit eyes and what appeared to be kunai in their hands…
Then Ron's body disappeared from within his mindscape.
The Real World, Yamanouchi Japan, 2245 Hours, 10:45 Pm...
After returning to full, fully alert consciousness with his eyes open and functioning properly, Ron drew in a very sloooow, very deep breath as he struggled not to stiffen up or blink.
A little over a meter away, Ron's three attackers silently stepped in Ron's direction, the leading member raising a net up against his chest.
They weren't close enough yet. Ron forced his body to calm as he waited for his chance.
One of the attackers pointed towards Ron's eyes, before looking towards the taller trainee at his side. The taller attacker dismissively shook his head, indicating that Ron just slept like that, which in turn indicated that these boys had been sizing him up since day one.
Ron very carefully didn't react in the slightest as the closest boy approached his bedside, even as he felt a powerful rage suffusing his whole entire being... He waited on pins and needles until the lead attacker was well within striking distance, because the timing wasn't quite there yet…
Finally, the lead attacker raised the net above his head in order to cast it down around Ron's body, a burning feeling of electric energy coursed throughout Ron's bloodstream, and he REACTED… With his shoulders flush to the wall at his back, Ron spontaneously kicked out with every ounce of strength that his newly revamped body contained, sending his heel into and then through his attacker's knee with a loud and sickening snap, bending the boy's dominant leg backwards at nearly a ninety degree angle.
The crackling pop of the lead attacker's femur and tibia bones fracturing and then splintering free from his patella (kneecap) along with the tearing of tendons and ligaments echoed all around the stone-silent room… But then, in the moments following that very distinct and unforgettable sound, the room wasn't so silent anymore… The lead attacker started releasing a high-pitched ululating screech/scream mixture that likely tore his vocal cords while falling back onto his ass, and then he tried to cradle his leg only to tangle himself up within the net he'd been carrying.
All around the room, sleeping teenagers bolted up or fell out of bed and then dashed away from the knife fight that was developing at the far end of the barracks.
At exactly the same time and with a body thrumming with chemical energy, Ron bounced up off of his bed with his blanket curled around his left forearm, launched himself in the direction of the two remaining attackers, and he felt like time was moving in slow motion as the two masked men slowly shook off their surprise. The tachypsychia sensation that Ron was feeling (the perception of time slowing down during a fight or flight response) allowed him to really focus on his body relative to his attackers, and the blanket that he was whipping in their direction… Even as his blanket slapped against the lead attacker's face, Ron delivered a hard front kick to the boy standing just behind his right shoulder, caught the lead attacker's kunai hand at the wrist, and then yanked the boy downwards in the direction of his bed.
And just like that, Ron's surprise retaliation came to an end as his body chemistry began to normalize, he tightly wrapped his blanket-turned-whip around his left forearm, and the fight began in earnest…
With a growl of rage fueled aggression, the attacker that Ron was pulling by the wrist widened his stance and pulled backwards in order to regain his balance, allowing Ron to cruelly jerk the boy's hand inwards at the wrist, and then catch the kunai that the boy dropped when he suddenly lost all control over his hand muscles. At exactly the same time, the third attacker stabbed a kunai towards the side of Ron's head, slicing open the skin of his forehead instead, when he limbo'd backwards and away. A movement that caused the back of Ron's calves to press back into his bed. An awkward position that caused him to lose his balance, fall back onto his bed and then throw his stolen kunai in order to buy himself some space.
The two masked attackers dodged right and left, slamming into the bunk-beds at their sides as the kunai soared in between their bodies. Then they glanced at each other, the disarmed boy started running in the direction of the kunai Ron just embedded in a nearby wall, and the attacker that was still armed started advancing in Ron's direction.
And that was the moment when Ron finally noticed a redhead screaming advice within his mind, and he allowed himself to obey her directions… With a twist…
Kim Possible usually kicks and punches people into submission because she's an expert striker and she isn't in the business of straight up crippling the bad guys… Ron though… Well… He was completely LIVID… he had a reputation to build, and he didn't plan on being quite so… gentle.
The following four seconds was a blur of frenetic movement for Ron and his attacker, as the man stabbed and slashed his kunai in Ron's direction, and he slid, pivoted and ducked to dodge the cutting attacks… Ron sank a punch into his attacker's ribs before sliding backwards to avoid yet another kunai slash, and then he paid for his predictable movements with a hard kick to the upper thigh. Then he was forced to close with his attacker again because he was hemmed in by his bed, which limited his options.
Finally, after Kim predicted a sweeping kunai slash to Ron's left shoulder followed by a stab to his neck, Ron chose to end the clash by any means necessary, moved directly INTO the attack rather than away, blocked the boy's attack with his left forearm (the one wrapped up in a blanket), and felt the boy's blade cut through his makeshift armor into the skin of his arm.
A burning pain preceded the red wetness that bloomed within the tightly wrapped blanket cocooning Ron's arm, but the blade was briefly caught in place, its owner was thrown off balance in his surprise, and Ron was deep enough within the boy's guard to take advantage of the opportunity… With a grunt of max effort, he slammed his right elbow into the side of the attacker's head.
And that wasn't all.
As the newly unbalanced ninja trainee staggered to the right, stunned by the blow that he just took to the temple, Ron captured his kunai-hand in a crushing grip, body-checked him down onto his ass on a nearby bunk bed, and then braced the boy's elbow against one of its solid metal bedposts…
In the split-second that followed, Ron looked down at his attacker, where he saw dawning realization and panic growing within his inky black eyes. Then he did it… Moving at peak human speeds, Ron reeled back and kicked the boy's extended forearm as hard as he possibly could.
Crack!
For a second time in less than a minute, the eerily silent room filled with a popping splintering sound, as the second attacker's elbow joint bent backwards around the bedpost at a terrifying angle, the newly crippled boy crumpled to the floor moaning in abject misery… and Ron tore the newly harmless assailant's kunai from his limp and useless hand, as he turned his attention towards the third and final attacker…
The last attacker had been sneaking in Ron's direction down the barrack's central aisle, hoping to surprise attack him from the side, but when Ron's gaze snapped in his direction, he rose to his full height and squared up in a knife fighter's stance.
After wiping a steady rivulet of blood out of his left eye with the bloody blanket wrapped around his injured forearm, Ron moved into the center aisle of the barracks, squared up in a ready stance, watched his final attacker push-step closer, and noted that the room was ringed by dozens of ninja trainee spectators.
Once again, as Ron was beginning to expect, no one moved to intervene… No one said a word…
But then… somebody did.
Nakamura, the boy who assaulted Ron just the day before, called out towards Ron's sole remaining attacker in irreverent sounding Japanese while pointing towards the two boys that were weeping on the floor, cradling massively broken limbs…
The lone attacker growled, shook his head, and stepped even closer towards Ron.
With a sigh of apparent long suffering, Nakamura continued speaking in Japanese while gesturing at the audience standing around the room and then the door.
The lone attacker snarled like a feral animal and started advancing on Ron who moved to meet him in the middle.
With a bark of maxed out frustration, Nakamura grabbed up a bokken (wooden training sword) from under his bed, started moving to intervene, and several nearby boys moved to follow his lead.
The newly outnumbered and unsupported attacker stilled when he saw that the members of this barracks would no longer stand on the sidelines, at which point, he turned and leapt out a nearby window, just barely avoiding a hastily thrown kunai that Ron hurled in his direction (Ron's aim really was awful).
In the wake of the last attacker's retreat out the window, the barracks descended into silence once again, as everyone in the room watched a sweat-soaked and panting Ronald Stoppable wiped away yet more blood from his left eye and cheek, and then inspected a wound within the bloodstained blanket enveloping his forearm.
Of course, Ron had no idea what Nakamura had said to the unknown man that just retreated through the window, but he caught the gist and he was grateful for the assist. He was still breathing heavily and his heart rate was high but he bowed towards the four boys who supported him before doing anything else. "Thank you, Nakamura san… and friends… for intervening on my behalf…"
Nakamura shook his head in the negative, presumably because he and his peers stood by and watched the fight for several moments before moving to intervene.
Ron merely shrugged at Nakamura's rejection of his thanks, as he wasn't in the mood to argue the boy's virtues. Instead, he crouched down next to the two attackers who were moaning piteously on the floor, before leaning in and pulling the masks away from their faces.
Ironically, the boy with the horribly broken arm was Takahashi, the trainee that Ron kimura arm-locked and then spared from injury earlier in the day… The boy tangled in the net with the newly destroyed leg was an unknown, most likely a friend of Takahashi's…
In response to a clatter at the barracks door, Ron rose back up to his feet, and turned in time to see Reo and Yori dashing into the room. Then he backpedaled back towards his bedside as the two very capable ninjas marched across the room and looked down at his attackers.
"Is this all of them," Reo asked with a sinister smile that didn't reach his eyes.
Since Reo didn't ask WHY there were two injured boys writhing in agony on the floor next to Ron's bed, he assumed Master sensei sensed him supercharging his mindscape in preparation for an attack, and then sent Yori in his direction… With that thought in mind, Ron gestured towards the nearby window and the kunai that was embedded in the window sill. "One man ran away when my barracks mates moved to intervene on my behalf."
Moving to Ron's side, Yori drew a handkerchief out of a hidden pocket in her black gi, and then wiped the blood off of Ron's chest, neck, jaw, cheek and forehead with slow and gentle sweeps… "The cut on your forehead is shallower than the blood makes it appear, but how is your arm?"
"Similar… bloody, but not all that deep," Ron lied to conceal his rapid regeneration. "A pair of bandages should suffice, and I already have some waiting in my footchest.
"I suppose we shouldn't argue first aid with a man as scarred up as you," Reo allowed with a shrug. "Just don't expect to get out of morning PT if you don't spend any time within the hospital wing of the school…"
Ron simply nodded, as anything he might say on the matter would likely cause him trouble in the morning by sounding either too arrogant or too cavalier.
With a nod in return, Reo and Yori each picked up one of Ron's injured attackers, hefted them up over their shoulders as if they were bags of flour rather than injured people, and then marched towards the door as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Only when the two of them were standing within the threshold of the barracks, did Yori suddenly turn around again and address the denizens of the room in Japanese (with hand-signals)… "I'm quite pleased to see that the men in this barracks aren't so WEAK-WILLED and CRAVEN they'd watch as one of their numbers is attacked in his sleep…"
Then Yori and Reo were gone, leaving many upset young men to slowly climb back into their beds. None of them were stupid, after all, so they didn't misunderstand what Yori really meant by her words… Many of them watched from the sidelines while an injustice was perpetrated right in front of their eyes. They didn't move to help…
They weren't worthy of Yori's regard.
Privately, Ron thought Yori's impact upon his reputation was a mixed bag, as he'd have preferred his barracks mates realize their own failings and pull up under their own initiative… but he did understand that she was trying to support him, and he appreciated her efforts.
Either way, many of the most hostile looks that Ron had been receiving up until now were gone, mostly because Ron destroyed two of the three people that attacked him, presumably because he sleeps with his eyes open and is prepared to retaliate with extreme prejudice… In fact, several people in the room were looking at Ron as if he was the boogieman now, as if he was a wild animal just barely in control of himself…
Good.
With a sigh, Ron completed a quick bit of first aid with the bandages sitting within his foot-chest, and then eased back into his bed so that Tara could cut off his vision again. Not long after, he fell asleep the normal way, because he was far too tired to care about how vulnerable being blind made him feel.
In no time at all, Ron slipped aside into his mindscape again, leaving behind the hot, tingling itchiness on his forehead and forearm that indicated his wounds were healing at a rapid rate…
Blue skies, green grass, a calm but refreshing breeze, a foursome of women running in his direction from a couch set-up in front of some tv monitors… After decreasing the speed that his mindscape was moving at relative to the outside world back to four times normal, Ron started walking towards the girls with a complicated expression upon his face.
"Why the long face, you were a total badass just now," Bonnie asked as she bounced up in front of Ron and caught sight of his expression.
"I just sacrificed my left arm to win because I couldn't slip into the zen-state that I fight best in," Ron replied as Bonnie skipped behind his back and then draped her arms atop his shoulders. "I was slow and clumsy just now because I was angry, which doesn't make sense. I highly doubt Reo and Yori need to maintain a state of perfect calm to utilize their skills."
"You're improving so quickly though," Tara pointed out while easing up on Ron's left side.
"Tara's right, Monique asserted, while pulling Ron in the direction of the couch area. "Just last night, you struggled against a single unarmed boy, now you're fighting off three knife wielding ambushers."
"I was brutal just now rather than skilled," Ron admitted even as he nodded his appreciation at all three of the women that were fussing at his body.
"Ron, I'm going to need you to cooperate with me," Kim suddenly request/demanded from where she was standing in front of him with a super serious expression upon her face.
"What do you have in mind," Ron hedged, when he felt something… electrically charged about Kim and her intentions, and he felt Bonnie cling to his back as if he was going to be ripped away from her…
"You fought well, you used your head… but you almost died just now… You're not improving fast enough to fend off the kind of opposition you're encountering," Kim began.
"So… you want to spar then," Ron asked, although another idea was already beginning to form in his mind.
While drawing in a very deep breath, Kim allowed her gaze to slide from Monique to Tara and then to Bonnie, before centering on Ron with a fire in her eyes. "No Ron… I don't want to spar…. I want to FUCK… until you master my kung fu…"
"Then you want to become polyamorous along with the rest of us," Tara interjected, with a deadly seriousness that showed the woman would NOT be kept at bay.
After locking eyes with Tara for several seconds, Kim glanced aside at Ron, saw Bonnie hanging off the man's back like a puppy dog desperate for a walk, and then she visibly slipped into full-blown Kim Possible mission mode. "Bonnie and I… I think it's time we take our turn with Ron…"
"Hollly fuuuuuck," Bonnie whispered with an enthusiastically stunned expression upon her face and her hands clutching at Ron's chest as if she needed something solid to hold on to.
"I… won't say no, for more than one reason," Ron slowly replied. "But taking in your martial arts without training them feels…"
"I hope you don't say something naive like cheating," Monique suddenly interrupted. "Last night, you taught me a half dozen skills that I won't hesitate to use in the future…"
"It FEELS like cheating… but I know it isn't," Ron amended.
While pushing Ron towards the couch from behind, Bonnie pressed her cheek against Ron's and purred into his ear in an overtly sexual tone of voice. "If you spar with Kim every day for a month, you'll end up learning her martial arts because that's how this place works… I'm pretty sure Kimmie just wants your long, hard, cum-dripping DICK balls-deep inside of her… and I - don't - blame her…."
By the time Bonnie finished pouring pure sex into Ron's ear, he was being pushed down onto the couch, the brunette was standing over him, and a red-faced Kim was stepping up to her side.
"Will you change what I'm wearing for me, Master," Bonnie suddenly asked in a mischievous voice while gesturing down at the pajamas that she was wearing.
"I suspect you can conjure clothing for yourself, just like you did those textbooks," Ron replied while gesturing at the collected knowledge resting upon the nearby table.
"But can we make objects cease to exist at the same time to swap out our clothes," Kim asked, with a predatory expression upon her face.
With a mental flex of his spiritual muscles, Ron nodded his head in an affirmative. "You probably could've figured it out before, but you can definitely do it now…"
All at once, All of the women standing in front of Ron changed up their wardrobe in fantastically sexy ways.
Monique and Tara were wearing tiny, insubstantial little bra and panties sets in white and ruby-red that showcased their sex-appeal without stealing center stage.
Bonnie and Kim on the other hand, decided to go full-blown fetish-fuel mode and they were grinning wolfishly at each other with a competitive fire burning in their eyes.
And Ron's mouth hung open as he gaped up at the next level spectacle that Bonnie and Kim were putting on specifically to get his cock hard…
In a bid to adopt a servile and submissive role, Bonnie was currently wearing a maid costume that featured a teeny, tiny, little black dress artfully hemmed with white frills, underneath a white-apron-black-corset arrangement that framed her hourglass figure to perfection and sported twin white cups that struggled to contain her gigantic fucking tits. The outfit was low-cut in the extreme, the flared out skirt just barely covered the globes of her ass, a pair of translucent black stockings cocooned her legs up to mid-thigh, a bow-tie choker was wrapped tightly around her neck, and a frilly white headband completed the ensemble…
Bonnie Rockwaller was the French maid fantasy that every straight male everywhere longs to experience just once in their lives… She was prim, she was proper, she was slutty in the extreme, and she was staring down at Ron's mostly naked body as if he was the answer to her every prayer.
Standing on Bonnie's right, Kim Possible wore an outfit that proved she also wasn't pulling any punches… Over the ten-plus years that Kim had hung out with her best male friend, she'd encountered the boy's more… 'mature' forms of media several different times. For that reason, Kim was well-aware that Ron had a… predilection… that he never spoke of to anyone at all.
Playboy/Casino Bunnies.
With that knowledge in mind, Kim was currently wearing a skin-tight and shiny black-leather corset modified to have the cut of a one-piece bathing suit, except without any straps and with a discrete zipper running the length of her pussy-lips, The costume was insubstantial in the extreme, showed off the top half of her surprisingly large and perfect breasts, and did absolutely nothing to conceal her sexy, flared-out hips and ass. Instead, a type of ultra-low-thread-count ninja-weave stockings covered both of her legs up to her corset, where they swaddled her asscheeks and thighs in mesmerizing ways. A fluffy white bunny tail graced Kim's tailbone where it met with her fantastically attractive, fitness-model ass, a bow-tie choker was wrapped around her neck, and a bunny-ear headband was affixed atop her head…
Kimberly Ann Possible was the Playboy Bunny fantasy that every straight male dreams about having just once in their lives… She was playful, she was erotic, she was spilling from her costume, and she was beaming down into Ron's eyes with the knowledge that she was the answer to his every prayer…
Suffice it to say, by the time Ron finished taking in the two social-media breaking cosplayers standing above him, his dick was jutting from the bottom of his boxers and was expanding down the length of his thigh…
"That looks rather uncomfortable… Master," Bonnie pointed out in a cool and professional French accented voice. "Shall we dismiss the… entertainer, so that I can take care of your needs?"
"Or maybe you can tell 'the help' to go dust something, while I demonstrate my pole dancing skills," Kim countered, a bright red flush growing clear across her face.
"An A for effort," Bonnie remarked, sarcasm in her voice.
"Acting like a prostitute comes easier to some people than others," Kim shot back.
"Bonnie, Kim," Ron sighed out in a frustrated tone of voice, only to pause when Bonnie suddenly dropped down to her knees between his legs, grabbed the hem of his boxers, and started pulling them down his thighs.
"My apologies, Master," Bonnie breathed out directly into the flesh of Ron's newly free and bobbing dick. "I know you want me to play nice with Kim, but I've been waiting, and now it seems she'll get to have you before I do…"
"Of course she will," Ron agreed while curling his hand around Bonnie's chin to pull her attention away from his cock and up towards his face. "You… Bonnie… are a masochistic pig slut that I just barely tolerate because your cocksucking game is superb… so you'll act as an extra pair of hands while Kim and I fuck like rabbits… and you'll like it."
While Bonnie didn't respond in words, her face burned a bright red, she started rubbing her inner thighs together, and she nodded her head in a way that slid her slightly parted lips down around the very tip of Ron's dick.
With the advantage of the 'knowing' phenomenon in Ron's mind, Kim learned that Ron was pressing hard on Bonnie's kink in order to make her cooperate with his end goals… which at the moment, included having her straddling his lap… With a nod of silent understanding, Kim slid onto the couch, eased atop Ron's thighs, draped her arms around his shoulders, and buried his chin within the cleavage that was all but spilling out of her bunny-suit.
Undeterred by Kim's cotton-tailed ass blocking her view of Ron's face, Bonnie took the opportunity to stretch her velvety soft lips around the head of the man's cock, and then wiggle her throat down a third of his shaft with a choked-out moan turned gurgle of runaway happiness… Bonnie Rockwaller was a masochistic freak that was being ignored by the man she was giving fantastically sloppy head…
And she wouldn't change a thing.
Up in Ron's lap, Kim started hearing wet and squishy glucking and slorping noises emanating from down between Ron's thighs, she saw the man's breath hitch in the intensity of his pleasure, and she sealed his lips with her own to prevent the groan that was about to slip from his lips. A single instant later, she completely forgot the initial reason why she kissed the man in the first place, as their mouths melded and their tongues twined together in increasingly intimate ways. Needless to say, this wasn't the first time that Kim kissed Ron, but it was the first time she kissed him without his cockhead pressing against her womb, which was why this kiss was so meaningful and impactful in her mind… Then Ron's hands curled up under her webbing covered ass, where his fingers sank into the spherical globes of her well-trained bubble-butt, he pulled her body flush against his own… and she moaned into his mouth in her rapidly growing excitement.
An excitement that Ron shared. A twitching in his cock that Bonnie felt and responded to when she started milking his cock in a cum hungry heat…
With a pair of silky soft lips relentlessly pumping up and down the length of Ron's dick, and his cockhead being squeezed deep within a rhythmically swallowing throat, Ronald Stoppable would've been overstimulated even if he was laying within a pitch-black room. Here, now, with Playboy Bunny Kim's corset-lifted breasts bouncing atop his chest, as she affectionately combed her fingers through his hair, gently bit his lower lip, and stared into his eyes… Ron's balls were lurching like an off balance laundry machine atop Bonnie's softly squeezing hands.
But then, Kim rose up in Ron's lap (allowing him to see Bonnie's cocksucking frenzy in the process), reached down between her thighs, and drew open the zipper lining her pussy-lips, and Ron's breathing grew haggard at what he found inside her suit…
Kim's picture-perfect and virginal little pussy was wet, it was pink, it was visibly clenching on nothing but empty air, and it was dripping pussy-juices down both of her inner thighs.
And Ron groaned his eminent climax, partly because Kim's sex was so impossibly unaffected by the hard fucking he gave it just a few days earlier, partly because her pussy was dripping her extreme arousal down onto his stomach, and partly because Bonnie was desperately deepthroating his dick in a desire to have a load of cum pumped into her stomach…
Leaning in above Ron's shoulder, Kim whispered the words, "do it, Ron… Give your pet slut what she needs…".
At exactly the same time, Bonnie pulled Ron's cockhead downwards until his shaft ran parallel with the ground, dropped down onto all fours herself, and then IMPALED her throat all the way down the length of his dick until her perfectly O'd out lips smooched at his pelvis, her swanlike neck bulged around a thick cylinder of cockmeat, her chin was buried in his ballsack flesh, and her eyes were locked on Ron's with a pleading puppy dog expression that wouldn't be denied… The woman whimpered, she whined, she swallowed on Ron's dick to squeeze and pull at his meat with her esophageal muscles. She milked Ron's cock with her mouth, tongue and throat…
And with a grunt and groan of both pleasure and surrender, Ron started hosing down Bonnie's throat with his seed, only to shiver and twitch over the woman's reaction to his nut. Bonnie in maid mode did NOT want to make a mess of her uniform or the couch area of his mindscape. Bonnie in maid mode started draining all of Ron's seed directly into her stomach by hilting his cockhead balls-deep within her rhythmically contracting esophagus. Bonnie in maid mode sucked upon Ron's cock with so much tenacity, he felt his cockhead being pulled deeper within her gullet via a vacuum of velvety soft throat muscle.
Ron's lungs emptied out in a haggard halting groan, but he forced his eyes not to trail up into his head because Bonnie was putting on a show down between his legs, and he didn't want to miss even a second of it… And in response, the French maid wiggled around his cock with a deliriously happy and contented gleam to her eyes and a deeply red-flushed face… but that wasn't all… By this point, Bonnie's hands were massaging his balls, and the only thing stopping her upper body from crashing to the ground was the rock hard cock that was lodged down her windpipe…
Bonnie Rockwaller was a spectacle of ultra-efficient sluttiness that had Ron's balls tensing up diamond hard atop her skillfully kneading hands. She was a cum-guzzling genius that was desperate to please. She was a born that way cum-dump, and she drained the most violent of Ron's climax directly into her stomach, before sloooowly withdrawing from his dick to catch what remained atop her newly flattened tongue.
Pop!
With a wet and suctiony popping noise, Bonnie's mouth released the very tip of Ron's fastidiously clean and polished dick, before kissing his continuously hard shaft all the way down to its base where she buried her face in his balls. A movement that lifted Ron's dick until his cockhead was nestled within Kim's wet and shiny pussylips.
An outcome that Kim immediately moved to take advantage of…
Even though Ron knew exactly what was coming, he still felt his thighs and asscheeks shake, shiver and tense up as Kim undulated her hips down into his lap and his overstimulated cock was squeezed within the depths of her hot, wet, and unnaturally skillful pussy. A situation that grew even more intense for Ron, when Kim gasped, panted, groaned, and then started moaning nearly incoherent words into the skin of his neck…
"I want you… badly…. I know the sitch… I know the risks… I know I'll have to share… but… I want it… a lot of it… sex… with you…"
While Ron was hot for Kimberly Ann Possible (and had been since he first reached puberty), in the wake of her words, his excitement caught fire and exploded, leaving him no recourse but to curl a hand around the back of the woman's head, pull her into a fierce and possessive kiss, and hold her body down against his own as his precum-spitting cockhead stained her cervix white…
Ron and Kim shivered, they shuddered, they looked into each other's eyes.
Then Kim started riding Ron's cock with enough skill to justify the playboy bunny outfit that she was wearing (if not more), his cock was milked from base to crown by the woman's unnaturally tight and dexterous pussymeat, and Bonnie Rockwallers mouth started sucking on Ron's right testicle while she kneaded the left on her palm.
For the second time in less than five minutes, Ron was being subjected to an overwhelming amount of ultra-decadent cum-milking pleasure and excitement, and it was only the fact that he just finished cumming that allowed him to take part without holding back… With his hands still curled around Kim's fantastically sexy asscheeks, he hauled the woman up and down the length of his dick, assisting the redhead in her out of control desire to slam her pussy down into his lap, battering her sensitive cervix with his bulbous, flared-out crown over, and over, and over again...
For an unknowable amount of time, Kim's asscheeks slapped and clapped down against Ron's thighs in the intensity of her riding motions, her breasts spilled free of the cups of her suit to bounce against Ron's jaw and neck, and she kissed Ron's forehead because it was close and easy to aim for, during which time her eyes glazed over, her face flushed red, her skin developed goosebumps, her breath hitched in her throat, she keened like a boiling over tea kettle, and then her world went white as her pussy drove her wild.
Ron groaned like a slain animal as Kim climaxed upon his cock, because the woman's twitching and trembling pussy massaged his cock in ways he couldn't describe. At the same time, he moved to change up the formula, lifting and turning the redhead upon his dick until she was straddling his lap with her back to his chest, and her head was laying back atop his right shoulder.
By the time Kim Possible's eyes reemerged from the back of her head, she was facing outwards towards a still kneeling Bonnie, Ron's arms were curled up under her knees to hold them up wide at her sides, and his hands were pulling down the cups of her bunny suit so that he could sink his fingers into her titmeat… For a split second, Kim wondered if she was prepared to look all the girls in the eyes as her body was fucked like a fleshlight… Then Ron flexed his arms up under her knees, her desperately squeezing cuntmeat resisted every single inch that it was withdrawn from his massive, veiny dick, her mouth hung open, her eyes fluttered closed, and she realized she didn't give a damn what they saw…
Kim Possible was going to fuck Ron Stoppable long, hard, and often, from this point forward… so it was best that the girls get used to this sight.
"Oh… fuck… Ron… Your dick, your cock is… Good… It's so gooood," Kim moaned into Ron's cheek as her nipples were kneaded and squeezed, the man hauled her pussy back down to the base of his cock to batter her cervix, and then he repeated the process again and again.
"This… pussy… is… MINE," Ron growled in a fit of animalistic excitement and ultra-possessive need that left him nibbling a hickey into the juncture of Kim's neck and shoulder, and squeezing her squirming and wiggling body tightly against his own.
At first, Kim merely moaned her acknowledgement, as her left hand gently curled around Ron's unoccupied cheek, and her right hand pawed at her trim little tummy, where she felt a wrist-thick, cylinder of hyper-pleasurable cockmeat filling up her deepest hottest depths. Then she responded, slowly and haltingly, in a slutty sounding slur… "Yesss… Yourssss…"
After pausing in place for just a split second in mutual understanding, Kim started undulating her hips and ass down around Ron's cock like a million dollar escort, Ron increased the speed and intensity of his lifting and dropping movements, and they both gave up on holding back anything at all…
Ron was going to cum. Kim was going to join him… They felt it, they knew it, they were desperate to have it happen…
Of course it was in that exact moment that Bonnie Rockwaller started licking Ron's cock where it met with Kim's pussy, stimulating Kim's clit when she wasn't sucking on his balls.
And Kim's eyes expanded wide before glazing over, Ron's balls bucked and bounced and curled tight against his shaft, and the man's cock expanded wide as it released its newest payload.
In his desire to cum as deep as possible within Kim's possessive little cunt, Ron curled his hands up and around her shoulders and then pulled her body down into his lap. As a result, Kim's knees ended up lifted high at her sides, her breasts were squeezed together between his forearms, her body was held captive for his seeding, and the woman's body reacted accordingly… She shook, she shivered, her ass and thigh muscles trembled down against Ron's lap, her pussy tightened like a vice, her juices flowed down over his balls, her head lolled back bonelessly atop his shoulder, and she released a loose, animalistic moan towards the sky…
Kim came, hard, hot, raw and needy. Ron came, powerfully and deep, his semen geysering up against Kim's cervix before flushing deeper as it rapidly expanded.
And a bright blue radiance filled the entire clearing, as Kim and Ron's eyes opened wide, their mouths hung open, and Ron continued fucking his glue-thick cumload into the woman's cock-plugged cunt essentially on auto-pilot…
For the next half minute, Ron and Kim panted like racehorses, clutching at each other's bodies with their foreheads pressed together, as Ron's cock rapidly expanded and contracted, launching rope after rope of cum into the redhead's womb. Then, when Kim's pussy was stuffed to the brim and Ron's cum started leaking down over his balls, Bonnie Rockwaller did what she does best with no hesitation whatsoever. She truffled her face within Ron's newly cum-stained testicles, cleaning the boy's well-trimmed balls with lips and licking tongue…
But Bonnie wasn't so selfless that she intended to wait much longer, so as Kim collapsed back atop Ron's body with a steaming body and an overwhelmed quality to her expression, the brunette made her move.
As he was learning to expect, Ron and Kim just spent their mutual orgasms in a meeting of the minds that brought them closer at a spiritual level, allowed them to understand each other to a frankly ridiculous degree, and exchanged a specific skill within a tidal-wave of memories.
Ron just learned to throw… everything… with a finesse bordering on the supernatural, as Kim Possible had a lifetime of experience being unnaturally talented at the craft…
Kim just learned to adult, which included a wide array of miscellaneous skills that she'd never needed to perform before, such as changing a circuit breaker, painting a wall, unclogging a toilet, grocery shopping on a budget, cooking meals in bulk, getting rid of hornets nests, de-weeding lawns, power washing driveways and porches, etcetera, complete with a lifetime of memories spent just figuring it out on the fly…
By the time Ron and Kim re-emerged from their orgasmic trip through each other's minds, they were laying limply back on the couch, with the only energetic part of Ron's body being his cock throbbing eagerly balls-deep in Kim's cunt.
Then Ron felt a pair of hands gently but implacably pulling at the base of his cock, he felt his dick shlick free from Kim's massively creampied depths, he saw Bonnie's beautiful buttcheeks swaying to and fro…
And then he gasped in surprise pleasure and post-orgasmic oversensitivity.
After drawing Ron's miraculously hard dick free from Kim's messy little pussy, Bonnie turned around to wave her model caliber ass right and left for his viewing pleasure, and then she gyrated her mini-skirt covered ass down into his lap, impaling her hot and steamy sex upon his cumslathered meat... With a whorish moan and a series of squelching, squishing and slurping noises, the French maid swayed her hips down the length of Ron's dick, until finally, she was fully impaled upon his length, his cockhead was pressing flush against her womb, a manic smile was forming on her face, and her hands were fondling Ron's balls down between her thighs.
"So hard, hot and eager to seed me," Bonnie cooed as if she was speaking to Ron's balls rather than to the man they were attached to.
In the moments after a fucked senseless Kim kissed his cheek and then slid off his body to the right, Ron surged up to his feet, bent Bonnie forward over the couch, slapped her ass both to the right and to the left, and then leaned in over her back to whisper in her ear… "You're a very bad girl, Bonbon… Disobedient… Willful…"
"Yes… Yessss," Bonnie agreed, as Ron started pumping his cock in and out of her ecstatically happy cunt, massaging her every nerve cluster with his gigantic phatty dick and pounding her cervix in a way that made her weak. "Punish me! Punish your slutty little pet," she begged as she humped and clapped her big, bouncy buttcheeks back against his thighs, twerking her ass and thighs in a way designed to drive him wild.
"You want to be a pet? Fine, be a pet," Ron agreed, as with a wave of a hand Bonnie's maid outfit ceased to exist leaving her naked except a pair of cat ears on her head, her bow tie choker turned into a leash that Ron was holding in his left hand, and in his right hand was a cat-tailed buttplug vibrator that he pressed against her newly lubricated asshole.
"Oh, fuck, Myaaaster, please do it," Bonnie mewled before Ron pressed the buttplug into her ass, turned it on with the press of a button, and then hilted his cock in her newly vibrating pussy. The vibrator in the woman's ass was strong, and it was strongly pulsing all throughout the woman's completely overwhelmed sex, massaging his dick, forcing the brunette to tighten up like a vice.
And Ron started fucking the woman even harder than before as she buried her face in the couch and screamed like a banshee.
Over the next ten-plus minutes, Ron fucked the leg strength right out from under Bonnie Rockwaller, with the end result being that he pushed her onto her belly on the couch and then prone boned her hard from above. He pounded his cock down into her increasingly tight and slippery pussy, he yanked on the woman's cat-tail to pop the buttplug in and out of her ass, he leaned forward over her body to squeeze and pinch her nipples, mauling her gigantic fucking tits with no restraint whatsoever…
And Bonnie came like a madwoman over and over again.
Finally, when Bonnie sounded like she was dying an ultra-pleasurable death and was humping her ass up at his dick like a woman possessed, Ron dropped more of his weight down atop her back, hilted his cock within her vibrating pussy, and whisper/growled directly into her ear… "Don't forget, Bonbon… Your ultra-lewd, ultra-sexy, fuck-doll body is mine. I'm going to drain my balls into your hungry little holes for the rest of your fucking life…"
"Yes, please, Master, do it, use me, own my body," Bonnie slurred, her words nearly incoherent as she was biting the living hell out of a pillow on the couch beneath her face.
With a grunt of release, Ron dropped all his weight onto Bonnie's exceptionally round and sexy ass, pancaking her buttcheeks against his thighs as he hilted his cock balls-deep inside of her sex… And then he came, and Bonnie moaned, and Bonnie joined him, and a bright blue light careened outwards in every direction, and their minds swirled together as he hosed down her ovaries…
From Kim's perspective, watching from just to their right, Ron pressed his forehead down between Bonnie's shoulder-blades as he ground his rapidly expanding dick within the brunette's visibly clenching cunt, and a glug, glugging noise announced the ropes of hot cum that were swelling the woman's womb.
Bonnie's eyes were wide open and filled with the kind of manic intensity that comic artists draw as hearts, trails of mascara were running down her face, and the pillow that she'd been biting was torn open and leaking stuffing on the couch. Bonnie Rockwaller was fucked to a peak that she clearly couldn't handle, but didn't want to end. She was stuffed. She was orgasmic. She was delirious with mad excitement… Then she was collapsing forward atop her newly destroyed pillow, and she was gasping for air as if she just ran a marathon…
Ron shivered as Bonnie's pussy squeezed and milked his shaft trying and failing to contain the cum that was leaking onto the couch, at which point, Kim leaned in over his back, pressed her cheek against his, and purred into his ear… "You haven't learned my martial arts yet, Ron… Besides… You know what bunnies do best, right?"
By the time Kim finished saying the word, "breeding," Ron was tackling the woman onto her back on the couch, her legs were opening wide, and a feminine laugh was cascading across the clearing.
Four Hours Later (Mindscape time)…
Ron lay back in a throne comprised of Monique and Tara's laps as the two women rubbed his chest and stomach, kissed his cheek, and fussed at him in their happiness and excitement. Down on his lap, Kim Possible slid bonelessly off of his cock, a messy trail of cum and pussy-juices leaking from her impossibly creamy cunt as she collapsed onto the floor next to Bonnie, and heaved for air in a way that made her breasts bounce atop her ribcage…
Sexy… Ron shook his head at his supernaturally resilient, rock-hard cock… but yeah… Sexy.
During a marathon of sex the likes of which he'd never experienced before in his whole entire life (a set of circumstances that were happening to Ron a lot these days), Ron did, in fact, learn the ins and outs of Kim's dodge-plus-deflect style of defense in a fight, which, while just the tip of the iceberg where her martial arts was concerned, would definitely help him avoid getting stabbed by random attackers…
But then, as it turns out, Bonnie was right, skill-sharing was never the real point of the sex that they were having, and after they completed their initial objective, they just kept going and going and going and going…
Case in point, as Bonnie threw her leg over Ron's lap from the side, she grabbed up his dick with both of her hands, pointed it straight up in between her thighs, wiggled her cum-dripping pussy down his stupendously messy shaft with a moan of total abandon, collapsed forward to rub her stupendously slutty breasts up and down his muscular stomach, and undulated her hips up and down atop his thighs in a slow paced cock-milking motion meant to make the most of her turn.
Apparently, trying to fuck both Bonnie Rockwaller and Kim Possible out of commission wasn't something so easily pulled off, as they always bounced back by the time he finished fucking the other.
And by the looks of things, Monique and Tara were growing tired of watching from the sidelines…
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The Following Morning…
Waking up with the rising of the sun every morning was no burden for one Ronald Stoppable, as his spiritual powers always allowed him to wake up energized and ready for his day. Today was no exception, despite the late night knife fight and the injuries he accrued (which, under the bandages, were already healed).
With a spring in his step and a stretch to the ceiling, Ron collected the blood stained blankets off his bed, bundled them up in his hands and then threw them across the barracks towards the laundry bin in the far corner.
Eyebrows raised all over the room as Ron's blankets turned and twisted in the air because of drag before plopping perfectly within the rectangular bin…
Ron, on the other hand, smiled like a kid waking up on Christmas morning.