Kim Possible Porn Story: Loving You Behind Closed Doors – Chapter 5

Loving You Behind Closed Doors chap 5

Disclaimer: I have a way for Ron and Shego to be together! First we need to round up some torches, some pitchforks and some angry villagers/Rongo fans. Then we march to the Disney studios and take them over! We shall rule, and can make shows with whatever parings we want! It’s perfect! So spread the word! Oh, and before I forget, until this wonderful and bright future comes to pass I don’t own Kim Possible. But that soon will change. Oh, yes! That will change!

Im really sorry for the long silence, and the worst is I really dont have a good excuse except that the writers block sat on this story and would not get off. I therefore gave it a bit of a break and tried to brainstorm and Ive only just gotten that block moved. Anyway, this authors note is going to be long enough as it is, so Ill just go right to this thing.

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REVIEWERS, PLEASE READ: Thanks so much to my reviewers! All the help and advice you give is wonderful. I really feel that you are helping me improve my writing style and spelling, though I know I’m still not great at the latter. The positive feedback is also awesome. It’s a fantastic feeling to open a review and find that the person loved your story and wants to kill you if you don’t update soon, lol. But seriously, without you guys to encourage me I would probably still update, but I wouldn’t know whether people liked my story or not, and for what reasons. You, the reviewers, really aren’t appreciated enough for what you do. It only takes a few minutes of your time and may seem like little to you, but just know that every review I get, whether it gives me helpful advice, update entreaties, or just tells me I’m doing a good job raises my spirits and lets me know there are people out there who like my story, even if I make mistakes. Remember, it’s the little things in life that count. Every time you take a moment to do something for someone shows them you care. So thank you, and know that you are appreciated, for where would the authors be without the reviewers? (Very lonely.)

And now enjoy the long awaited chapter five!

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Shego backed up, relaxing, and Ron felt the footfalls of several henchmen approaching. His arms were seized and he was dragged to his feet. The beaten teen tried to stand erect, but was obliged to lean on his captors slightly. What was the point of trying to be strong anyway?

He had failed.

He had once again proved everyone at the top of the foodchain right; he was a loser.

And he had failed Kim.

But strangely, with this admission of his own worthlessness came strength. There was no one but him. He didnt know if Kim would even want to associate with him after she had rescued him, there was no doubt in his mind that she would be able to, and why should she want to spend time with him?

He was a loser. He was lucky she had risked her station being his friend for as long as she had, or maybe unlucky. If he had never known her he wouldnt miss her. He was a loser and she deserved better than him. But this loser would not give up.

With an effort Ron straitened his bruised spine, stiffening in the henchmens grasp just enough so that he was no longer slumping in their arms. He steeled himself for the derogatory comments he was sure would come his way from Shego, but he was surprised to receive no insults at all.

Lock the sidekick up, Shego ordered, but without her usual fire. She sounded tired more than anything and as Ron was marched from the room he saw her sink down onto a cinder block as though she had lost instead of won.

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Kim was in a foul mood.

There were several reasons for this. First of all, her arms were getting very tired and her wrists sore from the shackles. Nothing had gone right so far today, and to top it all if she didnt get back from this mission soon she would be late for the date she had with Josh who happened to be the coolest and most unattainable boy in school.

And now Ron was trying to play the hero.

Not to mention the fact that this cell was simply filthy.

The sound of a key turning in the lock brought the teen hero out of her black fuming and she tensed, ready for action.

I dont get it, a slow, stupid sounding voice whined through the door. It sounded like a henchman. All I did was laugh a bit about the look on that little worms face when he got beat, and she goes and does this to me. Look at this, Fred! A gasp. The key rattling stopped.

Jease, Rich. Another voice, softer, but sounding no more intelligent than the first one. That looks really bad, mate, the new voice said. Have you

Hey! Kim interrupted, rapidly losing what little patience she still had. Are you going to come in or am I expected to go out and get you?

The voices were instantly silent. Then the key rattling resumed, the rusty lock gave with a moan of annoyance, and the door opened. Surprisingly, it didnt creak as it was pushed wide, although it did scrape the ground slightly. Two figures in red peered through the opening, and then the henchmen pushed the door fully open and walked into the cell.

One was fat and one was thin, Kim saw. She noticed something dark on the fat ones arm and, when she looked more closely, she saw that half his suits sleeve had been burned away, and the flesh underneath was an angry red and blistered. The she they were talking about must have been Shego, Kim decided. But who was he? Ron?

Were supposed to tell you, Kim Possible, said Rich, the fat henchman importantly. That your sidekick was defeated, so were here to take you off the premiseses.

Premises, Fred corrected his rotund companion.

Kim smirked inwardly. These two dimwits would be easy to handle, and then she could save Ron and get back on track with the mission. She decided to be charitable and not beat Ron up mentally about the idiocy of challenging Shego, since the beating he had gotten had no doubt been very unpleasant and they really were no worse off.

The henchmen approached and she prepared to lash out the second one of her hands was freed, but instead the skinny man brought a hand from behind his back. He was holding a squirt bottle of some kind, and before Kim realized what he was about he sprayed some kind of mist directly into her face.

The sleeping gas was fast acting. Kims head slumped as blackness clamed her mind.

Once they were certain she was out the henchmen went about the task of unlocking the red heads manacles.

Say, Rich, Fred addressed his friend as they lowered the teen hero onto a dolly. You should really put some ointment on that burn of yours. Do you want to borrow some of mine?

Nah. Rich pushed the loaded dolly out of the cell as the smaller man held the door for him. Ive got an Aloe Vera plant in my room; Ill just slather it all over my arm. Works wonders.

Oh, yeah, Fred agreed wholeheartedly. That stuff is awesome!

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Shego didnt remember exactly when she started loreally caring for Ron.

She did remember when she realized he wasnt an idiot. The first few times she had seen him, when he and Kimmie foiled some of Drakkens plots, he really had seemed like the buffoon. She had wondered why he was even there. All he seemed to do was scream, run and make bad jokes.

But somehow, despite his apparent uselessness, the tasks Kim set for him always got accomplished; the death ray would explode, the device was retrieved, Drakken wound up knocked out. And after watching him for a while Shego realized it wasnt that he was stupid, he was just really good at acting like it. Why? She still wasnt sure, although it might have something to do with Possible.

After she figured out what was going on she had started watching him, and the more she saw the more impressed she became. There was great strength and intelligence hidden behind those freckles and under that unruly thatch of hair, and yet there was such a wealth of gentle kindness to him.

And then of course there was his appearance. Though Shego doubted she would ever admit it she loved his crazy freckles, wild hair and outsize ears.

She sighed.

Her plan hadnt worked out, or rather; it had worked out, but hadnt been the answer. She had succeeded in getting rid of the princess, (whoop-de-do for her), but how had it helped? Ron probably hated her, and even if he didnt all she had done was bring his already lacking self esteem to an all-time low.

She had been selfish, thinking only of her own needs in doing this to Ron. How could she lord it over Possible when she acted like this? When you loved someone you were supposed to think about them, not yourself.

Which was why she was currently standing nervously outside Rons cell.

Taking a deep breath, the green skinned villainess fingered the skeleton key in her hand for a moment, then slipped it into the door lock and turned it.

She had to make things right, and this was the only way.

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Ron stiffened slightly, the sound of the key in the lock breaking him out of an endless stream of faulty escape plans, and he drew back slightly into a corner as the door was pushed wide, revealing Shegos granite-like features.

What do you want? the boy asked uneasily. Just because he wasnt going to give up didnt mean he had lost any of the fear he harbored for his beautiful but deadly captor.

Come with me, sidekick, Shego said in a voice that brooked no argument, and Ron offered no protest as he was ushered out of the door; she would probably have blasted him right there if he questioned her.

They walked through many corridors, most shining with chromium walls and cold, bright lights overhead, but a few that looked like the passages of a dungeon in Fortress. No henchmen were in site anywhere for, unbeknownst to Ron they were staying as far away from Shego as possible; there was no way of telling what would set her off lately. Ron had no clue what awaited him at the end of their little hike, and once put his hand in the pocket of his cargo pants, searching for the comforting warmth of Rufus and feeling a pang when he remembered he was alone.

Finally they stopped before a plain, steel door. Shego inserted a large, intricate key into the lock, and turned the handle after hearing the clicking of the tumblers, which seemed loud in the silence all around them. The door opened, and Ron looked out onto a world of pastel splendor. The sun was setting behind the mountains and the sky was painted in a glorious swirl of orange, purple, pink and pale dove gray.

Ron turned uncertainly to look at his companion, than stared, transfixed as he saw a single tear, kissed pink by the glowing sky, wander slowly down Shegos cold cheek as she watched the sunset.

She started then, suddenly becoming aware of his eyes, and swiftly brushed a black gloved hand over her cheek, effectively removing the evidence. She turned to him in one stiff move.

Youre free, Shego said.

W-What? Of all the things hed imagined her saying this wasnt one of them.

I said youre free, Stoppable, Im letting you go.

Why would you do that?

Thats none of your business. Her face was hard, revealing nothing, but he looked into her large, green eyes and saw a sorrow so deep it sent a shiver running down his spine. Im letting you go, she snapped again. Thats all you need to know. Now get out here before Drakken comes or I change my mind! Ron almost said no, that it could be a trap, but somehow, he knew it wasnt.

Thanks, he said softly. Shego closed her eyes.

Just leave, Ron, she said. And he spared her only one last look before going through the door and running swiftly down the winding road from the lair under the darkening heavens.

Shego watched him go, getting smaller and more indistinct as the light failed. When she finally lost sight of him the young woman turned heavily and headed back into the depths of the lair.

She did not see the dark figure lurking in one of the branching corridors off the main rout she had taken. The figure had watched the exchange between her and Ron with great interest and watched her now with grin of pure evil.

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And there you have chapter five! Who is the dark figure and will he be a threat? Youll find out next time, which I hope will have a shorter waiting period than you suffered through for this chapter.

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