The Middleton Pact - Redux
Written by fulwiz
Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.
Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, mature themes, explicit violence, death and warped philosophy.
The story is KiAnGo. (And More)
If you find any of the above offensive, please don't read further.
CHAPTER 19: Deal with the Devil-ish Kimmie.
(August 29th 2007, 9:00 am)
Kim looked around at the motley group assembled in the command center of the lair. They were her team, her posse, her gang. She still hadn't decided what to call them. At the moment sleepyheads was the most applicable term. They were slowly waking as they broke their fast on coffee and danishes. Only two weeks ago most everyone here would have found it hard to believe that they would be in this current sitch.
Just to Kim's left was her mom, Dr. Anne Possible, formerly a respected neurosurgeon, wife and mother. Now a villain, divorced, and in a budding incestuous relationship with her own daughter. She was sipping her coffee and making notes on a laptop whose screen held complicated genetic sequences. Since joining her daughter in a life of villainy she had a growing fascination with the medical applications of super science.
Next to Anne was Steve Barkin. The newest member of the group. He was Kim's former teacher and Smarty Mart retail drone. He was a gruff, no nonsense, kind of person. His military and Covert Ops background was, in itself, enough to make him the perfect minion. It was Kim's respect for him that landed him the job though. As Kim's dad once said, he was tough, but fair.
Beside him was his cousin, Barry Long. Barry was a career henchman. His attempt to save Kim's life made her take to the genetically altered, demonic looking, man right off. His knowledge of the ways of villainy had also been plenty of incentive for Kim to make him their sidekick. Currently he was picking a piece of food from his fangs with one of his claws.
Dr. Betty Director was sitting directly across from Kim. She wasn't a member of Kim's group. The head of Global Justice was here because she was in hiding from assassins. She was under a flag of truce and was, since yesterday, Kim's liaison with the “good guys.” She was still coming to grips with the new found, drug induced, realization of her expanded sexuality. More so, she was realizing that, sometimes, the good way wasn't always the best way. She'd already taken a step along the dark path. That first step was when she put the same drug used on her in the water pitchers of the Council.
The youngest member of the group was next. Wade Load, teenage super genius and Kim's good friend. He had been helping Kim in her endeavors for many years. If it could be hacked, built or designed he could do it. As usual, when there was food around, he was putting it away as swiftly as possible. Lately though, it seemed more was going into height than girth. Of all of them he was the least phased by the turn to villainy. He'd been playing on the wrong side of the law since the day he got his first computer.
The last person at the table was Kim's wife, Shego. The former hero found the thrill of villainy years ago. Her greatest passion was for her wife, followed closely by thievery. She loved a good violent fight as much as she loved hot passionate sex. As Kim's rival they fought for years. The fighting had turned into a mating dance without either of them realizing it. Now they were as one. Noticing her wife looking at her, she sensuously licked at the cherry filling in the center of her danish and winked.
Kim suppressed a laugh at her wife's ribald behavior. She needed Shego's playfulness right now. Yesterday she had a major blow when her own grandmother had soundly denounced her and her mother for turning to evil. Sometime during the night she decided she would no longer let other people's judgments rule her life. Even though she had been forced into villainy by circumstances beyond her control, she found it to be truly liberating. She looked at the people gathered with her and vowed to live how she wanted to. If someone didn't like it, well they could go take a flying leap.
Wade consumed the last of the pastries and let out a resounding burp. The boy chuckled as he noticed he now had everyone's attention. He figured since he had it, he might as well put it to use and start his report. “Construction of Team Stoppable's headquarters is almost done. They should be moving in sometime tomorrow.”
He paused and glanced at Betty Director.
Kim saw his concerned look. “Go ahead Wade. Tell us the rest. I don't think Betty is going to misuse what she learns here against us in the future.”
Betty was surprised at the confidence Kim was showing in her. When she first arrived Kim treated her as an adversary. Since they were, that only made sense. The restrictions placed on her lessened though. She was allowed anywhere in the lair now, where at first she'd been confined to the living level. Now Kim was letting her in on secrets that could be used against her in the future. Betty began re-evaluating things in her mind.
Wade continued. “I have complete control of all their computer systems and security.” He hit a few keys on his console keyboard. The large screens surrounding them began showing images from the interior of the mostly completed building. “We have full access to everything that happens there.”
Kim grinned. “Spankin!”
Steve chimed in. “A plus work Mr. Load.” He embarrassingly looked around. “Umm... Force of habit.”
Kim laughed. “K, let's take a look at the info from GJ.”
Betty nodded towards Wade. He brought up a satellite image on one of the screens. She said. “This was taken by a GJ surveillance satellite a week ago. It shows nothing at the location given on the map.” The image on the screen changed. “This was taken yesterday. You can see that there is a large stone structure at that location now. Everyone at GJ is mystified as to how it could have gotten there.”
Kim stood and walked over to the screen. “Wade zoom in as much as you can.” The image got bigger and slightly more blurry. “Look here, at the base. See the loose earth and tumbled stones? I'd hazard a guess that like other monkey temples I have come across in the past it was underground. Someone used a incantation to raise it up. That means we may be too late.”
Anne frowned. “Then they already have the last artifact?”
Kim shook her head. “Maybe, but judging by the ones I've been in before there's a chance they haven't got it yet. Those temples are filled with all sorts of nasty booby traps. The one in Cambodia I got an artifact out of years ago was ingeniously deadly. I'd be willing to bet they are going to use Ron to get the idol. His MMP would give him a good chance of getting it, and himself, back out.”
Barry scratched the base of one of his horns. “I don't get it. If they knew where it was, why didn't they just tell him in the first place? Why go though the pretense of having Global Justice decode the map?”
Kim sat back down. “Because they are playing him. They can't just hand everything to him on a silver platter. There's too much risk that he'll start to wonder about it. I figure they will try to keep him clueless right up to the point of stealing his power. The unfortunate part is, we can't let him figure it out either. If he does, there's a chance he'll do something that makes them change tactics. If they do, we may have no way of finding out what they are up to in time.”
Betty looked at Kim. “If that's true, how long should I tell my people to wait before giving the information to Stoppable?”
Kim pondered for a few moments. “We can't stall for long. I'd say day after tomorrow. Any later than that and they will get suspicious.”
Shego sighed and looked at her wife. “So we're really gonna go through with this crazy plan of yours?”
There was a gleam in Kim's eyes as she replied. “Oh yeah, by the time we are done with those ninjas, they'll wish they had gone into rice farming.”
Shego rolled her eyes. “Well I guess that means I get to go pay a visit to the blue menace.” Her eyes filled with a pleading look. “Are you really sure we need his help?”
Kim grinned. “It's the best way. We still have the backup if he says no. I think he'll say yes though. He got such a big kick out of saving the world from the Lowardians. I don't think he could resist this.”
Shego was tempted to pull out the PDP on her wife, but she relented. She had a better way of getting back at her wife for making her do this. “Alrighty then. I'm off to see the old boss.” She stood and pulled Kim to her feet. She gave her wife a long passionate kiss. “Keep that warm for me til I get back.”
She wore an evil grin as she turned and strode out of the room.
Kim felt herself melting. She turned back to the group and saw the expected mix of amused smiles and lustful stares. She clear her throat. “Alright people, put a hold on the naughty daydreams. Everyone has stuff to do. Let's get to it.”
The group broke apart. Wade went off to his lab. Barry and Steve left to go on a supply run. Betty sat down at the communications console to contact GJ. While Anne and Kim headed towards the genetics lab.
As they walked down the corridor, Anne got a bemused smile on her face. “I can't believe she did that.”
Kim chuckled. Shego's kiss had done what it always did. She was practically burning with desire. “I can. She just loves torturing me like that.”
Anne laughed as they passed through the door to the lab. “Well I do hope you get her back for that.”
A very naughty grin crossed Kim's face. “I always do.”
Anne turned toward her daughter. “How do you plan to pay her back for getting you all hot and bothered, then leaving you like that?”
Kim stared deeply into the beautiful blue eyes before her. “I plan to do this.”
She reached out and pulled Anne close.
Even as she let herself be pulled up against her daughters body, Anne whispered. “Not here.”
Kim leaned in and licked the lobe of her mother's ear. “Right here.”
Gasping at the gentle flick of her daughter's tongue, Anne reached around and ran her hands up Kim's back. “What if someone comes in?”
Kim ran her tongue along Anne's jaw, to her lips. “Let them.”
Her lips brushed her mother's.
The kiss began gently then grew to almost a frenzy. Both of them knew that the very wrongness of their mutual desire was just making them want it all the more. It was totally wrongsick, and that was just fine with them.
Even as she became more aroused, Anne managed to pull back from the kiss. “She really got you going didn't she?”
Kim could only nod and moan as her need built into a raging bonfire.
Anne reached down and felt the heat radiating from between her daughter's legs. She placed her lips next to her daughter's ear. Her voice was a low, sensual, purr. “Let mommy kiss it and make it all better.”
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Dr. Vivian F. Porter, robotics expert and former Miss Teen Middleton, was painting her toenails bright red. She was staying home from work today. As the head of the Robotics Research Division at the Middleton Space Center she could set her own hours. Home, she was still getting used to calling this enormous house her home. James asked her to move in with him three days ago. She had been delighted to move in with her lover. If only Anne were here too, it would be perfect. She understood why Anne couldn't be though. She knew all about the circumstances surrounding Anne's absence.
The three of them had been lovers for a long time now. They had grown very close to each other. They shared everything, including secrets. Vivian loved the whole clandestine aspect of the lifestyle that was forming since Anne decided to turn villain. She was used to being sneaky about things. For years she hidden her true self. She had even created a robotic stalking horse to hide the fact that inside the blonde bombshell was a robotics genus.
She leaned forward on the couch and blew on her wiggling toes. Her foot was propped up on the coffee table. She propped her other long bare leg up beside it to admire her work. Had she been back in her old apartment she would have been nude. She was raised a nudist and enjoyed it as much and as often as she could. It was something else she was getting used to. With two teenage boys in the house they decided going nude might be a problem. In deference to that she was wearing a thin white t-shirt and very short shorts. She figured, in a few months, she could start introducing them all to the joys of nudism.
Suddenly, an odd feeling crept over her. The house was quiet... Too quiet. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen or heard Jim and Tim since breakfast. Deciding it was better to be safe than sorry, she went to look for them. She combed the entire house, but found no sign of them anywhere. It wasn't until she decided to check the back yard that she found them. They were out past the large swimming pool. She smiled at how much like their father they were, as she watched them assembling a rocket.
She called out to them. “What are you two up to?”
They paused in their work and looked at her standing in the shadowy back porch doorway. Large smiles appeared on their faces. One of them yelled. “We're building a rocket to launch some satellites Wade sent us into orbit.”
Vivian wasn't in the least bit surprised by this. It had been one of their homemade spy satellites that helped gather information during the Invasion. She stepped out into the bright sunlight. Giving them a good look at what she was wearing. “Mind if I help?”
The twins almost forgot entirely what they were doing as she approached. Hormones waged a brief war with scientific endeavor. Science won... Barely. The brothers grinned. They whispered as she got closer. “Hick-a-bik-a-boobs!” “Hottie-Sha!”
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“Are you more comfy now my dearest?” Junior asked, as he fluffed the already fluffy pillows surrounding his wife.
Bonnie smiled, that was about the only thing she could do without it hurting. She hoped the pain pills would kick in soon. Her usually fit and lovely body was a mass of bruises. Many of those were covered by casts and bandages. She also had a headache that didn't seem to want to go away. That wasn't surprising though, after all she was recovering from brain surgery, along with everything else.
The greatest pain she felt wasn't in her body though. It was in her ego. She had been used. More than anything, she wanted to be able to exact her revenge on the people who had made her into nothing more than a sick murderous beast. Between the spate of apologizing, both her husband and father in law were constantly agreeing, payback must be sought. Right now Senior Sr. was looking into ways to make that happen.
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With his machete a blur, Dash DaMont cut his way through the dense undergrowth. Only one day into his new life and he was on his first mission. Villagers from one of the remotest areas of the country needed his help. He wasn't exactly sure what the problem was however. He spoke the local language, but they used a pretty obscure dialect. The best he could understand was that a giant stone monkey had appeared and was eating people.
He almost fell as the undergrowth gave way to a rock strewn clearing. The villagers who had followed his path began pointing and exclaiming. Rising up higher than the canopy of trees was a stone building. It seemed to be carved in the shape of a giant crouching monkey. The entrance was the monkey's enormous, tooth filled, maw. As he examined it, the villager's words became much clearer.
He saw a series of footprints that led into the mouth. There were none leading away. A few of the prints were of bare feet, but others were boot prints. People had gone in and not come back out. He motioned for the villagers to stay back. Squaring his shoulders, he strode toward the entrance. If people were trapped inside this odd monkey structure, he would rescue them. Darkness enclosed him as he passed the sharp stone teeth.
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Joss Possible was packing her possessions into her backpack once again. Tomorrow she would be moving into Team Stoppable's headquarters. Ron was enthusiastic about her joining the team and moving in. Although she appeared just as happy about it as Ron, his girlfriend Yori wasn't. It wasn't anything she could put her finger on, but Joss could tell the Japanese woman didn't like her much.
She hoped she hadn't given away her true feelings about Ron dating the Ninja. In Joss's mind, there was only one girl for Ron, herself. She made up her mind when she set out, she would become his girlfriend, no matter what. Only weeks ago, she rejoiced when she found out Ron and Kim were no longer a couple. Her hopes were rapidly dashed when she found out about Yori.
Now with Kim and aunt Anne turning to villainy, Joss saw her chance. She could help Ron with saving the world, and work on putting herself in Yori's place in Ron's affections. It wasn't that she hated Yori. The woman just stood in the way.
Joss lifted the bag and carried it into the living room of her aunt June's house. There was nobody here but her. Her aunt was at work, and cousin Larry was at school. She sat the bag down by the door, as she wondered what to do with herself for the rest of the day. She sat on the couch and turned on the TV. Even as she watched some silly soap opera her mind wandered. She caught herself almost chanting over and over... “Mrs. Jocelyn Stoppable.”
She lay back and daydreamed what their wedding would be like. Something roused her from her wishful fantasy. It was a very familiar voice whispering in her ear. It said. “I can help you get what you want.”
Joss sprang up and looked around in a panic. There was nobody. She began to wonder if her mind was playing tricks on her. How could she have possibly have heard Kim's voice? Her eyes began to blur... No, something blurry was in front of her! In seconds, the blur resolved itself into her redheaded cousin.
All Joss could do was stare. It was Kim, but there were obvious differences. Horns, eyes, tail, and a very skimpy red outfit. Her cousin looked like something out of one of those Frank Frazetta fantasy art posters her Pa was a fan of.
Kim smiled and sat on the couch. She patted a spot next to her. “Have a seat Joss. I won't bite. I just want to talk.”
Remembering what the, then invisible, Kim had whispered in her ear, she sat. “Did ya mean it? What y'all said?”
Kim nodded. “Yes. I'll help you. You just have to do a little something for me first...”
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Frank Frazetta (February 9, 1928 – May 10, 2010). May his visions continue to inspire forever.
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