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Enter the Naked Mole Rat	By : kwh Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 18153 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As it turned out, Rufus was very happy indeed to see Ron, and they cheerfully caught up with each other's news. Well, sort of. Ron talked excitedly through his week so far, while Rufus listened attentively and grunted 'Uh huh!' at various points, and then Rufus chittered and grunted away semi-comprehensibly, as was his way, about all the fun he had been having, and all the new varieties of sushi he had inhaled, while Ron smiled paternally and scratched the little pink mole-rat's stomach affectionately. The dinner gong sounded and they went to the mess hall together, and Rufus demonstrated that despite 3 days of raw-fish related extreme gourmandising, his appetite remained undiminished; he hoovered up almost all of the contents of Ron's plate in addition to his own!
But then, after dinner, and much to Ron's surprise, Rufus announced that he had to go; he had a briefing of his own with Sensei. Apparently they had some clever little electronic gizmo they wanted to teach him how to use. As he bounded off towards Sensei's pagoda, Ron decided that he had not only earned an early night, he needed one; sleep was always at a premium at Yamanouchi, he'd been burning the candle at both ends since he had arrived, and he wanted to be well rested before the start of tomorrow's super-secret ninja mission.

oOo
Ron had been asleep for about two and a half hours when he was awoken by a polite but insistent knocking on the doorframe of his little paper-walled cubicle. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and sat up, confused. There was a shadowy figure silhouetted on the other side of the paper wall.
The polite knocking resumed.
Ron sighed quietly. So much for his early night!
Bounding silently upright, he started to pad towards the door. And then he realised that he was a tiny bit stark naked! 'Probably not a sight Sensei needs to see again', thought Ron, remembering his unfortunate indecent exposure moment in Sensei's formal garden. "Just a minute!", he whispered hoarsely.
The knocking stopped.
Quickly he slipped on a pair of the incredible expanding underpants, which promptly moulded themselves around his nether regions in a way that left little to the imagination and left him wondering whether he might as well not have bothered, though on balance he was sure Sensei would appreciate the thought...
He padded to the door, and slid it open.
"Sensei... OH!".
Rather than his rotund mentor, he found himself face to face with the instructor who he had first met when he had rather embarrassingly flashed her as she brought him his first set of the new wardrobe he had been wearing for the last three days. She had her hand over her mouth, stifling a gasp as he all but did the exact same thing again!
"Meko-chan!", exclaimed Ron, reflexively clasping his giant hands over his crotch. "What's wrong?".
"Nothing is wrong, Master Stoppable!", she said quickly. "Nothing at all!".
"Then... How can I help you, Meko-chan?", he asked, slightly confused. He realised that she had eschewed the grey shinobi shozoko that he was used to seeing her wear, in favour of just the jacket portion of a karate gi.
'Very nice legs', thought Ron, in passing.
'I came to see if you were comfortable, Master Stoppable...', Meko said, earnestly.
"Yes... yes, thank you, quite comfortable. The whole tatami mat deal... it kind of grows on you!", he grinned.
"Oh...", said Meko, seemingly a little disappointed for reasons that quite escaped Ron, "well are you sure you aren't a little... cold, Master Stoppable?".
"No... No, thank you, Meko-chan, I'm quite warm, actually. The climate here is very mild. It's all good!", he said quickly, and smiled reassuringly.
"Oh...", said Meko, with what Ron thought was a subtle tinge of inexplicable frustration colouring her voice. Then she added "You have been training hard, Stoppable-san. You look quite...", she looked him up and down with an expression that Ron couldn't quite identify, then continued breathily "...Tense. It would be my honour to offer you a massage, to ease your tired muscles and to better prepare you for your mission...".
"No, no... I think I'm good, Meko-chan. No sore muscles at all. I'm as loose as a goose in fact. I was just catching up on lost sleep, is all. But thank you for the offer, and everything, it was really very nice indeed of you to think of me...".
There was a period of silence as Meko looked a little crestfallen, and Ron idly noticed that the 'V' at the junction of the two lapels of her gi framed her impressive cleavage very nicely.
Anxious to break the silence, Ron yawned theatrically and said "Well... Time for me to hit the hay again, I think. Thanks for stopping by, Meko-chan, it was very thoughtful, but I'm definitely OK. I'm pretty sure I have another really early start in the morning, so I'd better get my head down. Goodnight, Meko-chan!".
Meko was looking down at the floor. "Goodnight, Master Stoppable, I am very sorry for disturbing you...", she all but mumbled.
"Thanks again!", smiled Ron, as he slid the door closed, then padded back to his tatami mat, shucked the indecently clingy underpants and lay down again.
Thirty seconds later he was fast asleep.
It was another five minutes before the silhouette on the other side of the paper wall finally trudged slowly away, with a dejected sigh.

oOo
Few people had ever genuinely described Ron as being spectacularly quick on the uptake, but many would admit that he did usually get there in the end.
Two hours and thirty-seven minutes after he had closed his eyes for the second time that night, Ron suddenly awoke and sat bolt upright as if catapulted off his tatami mat by a giant spring.
There was a long pause, as Ron stared at nothing in particular, mouth open, and his left eye twitched a couple of times, while his brain whirred repeatedly through his brief conversation with Meko-chan earlier.
He was a healthy (he assumed) 17 year old young male! He had watched The Graduate. Twice. He'd watched the entire American Pie box set three times. He kept a super-size Smarty-Mart monster-box of man-sized tissues and a salon-sized bottle of lotion in his bedroom night stand at home, and his luridly unrealistic masturbatory fantasies often featured outrageously implausible situations that led to 'it only ever happens in the depraved mind of a sex-starved teenage boy' hot-Ron-man lovin' with any number of Hollywood starlets and pop chantreux (a psychologist would have had a field day trying to explain why his waking erotic fantasies most often featured people he didn't actually know or ever expect to meet in real life, yet his unbidden erotic dreams only ever seemed to feature people he had met). He had in fact even whacked off enthusiastically in the past to lurid fantasies based on similar situations. Although he'd never ever again risk conflating plot-lines from American Pie & The Graduate in his mind and applying the resulting composite character to his own life to construct a fantasy, as he once had. Apparently Mrs Robinson mixed with Stifler's Mom and Ron's real world gave... well, let's just say that the phrase "Call me 'Kim's Mom'!" had a new and unforgettable resonance. And that was so completely Sick & Wrong that Ron had felt guilty about what he was fantasising about all the way through to the vinegar strokes and beyond. It had taken a hard-core 5 hour Everlot session to help him dull the memories enough that he could tune them out almost entirely... If Mrs Dr P wasn't still so smoking hot for a… more mature woman, it would have been a lot easier…
And yet, despite all that intense training and preparation... Cometh the hour, he had totally, completely, absolutely and comprehensively blown it. If he pretended for a moment that Kim didn't exist.. or would totally understand why he just had to take such an opportunity when it walked into his cubicle half naked late at night and offered him a massage... or that he wouldn't have nobly spurned her incredibly hard to ignore advances out of loyalty and respect for his new girlfriend's feelings (not to mention fear of her later kicking him fifteen feet into the air in a fit of righteous jealous rage), then he felt like a complete and utter idiot.
At least if he had declined to spend the rest of the night wrapped in a writhing, filthy, sweaty, grunting, shuddering embrace with the firm, toned, lithe, long-limbed and quivering body of the really very very attractive Meko-chan because he didn't want to cheat on the woman he loved (loved? When on earth did that happen, he wondered? He was probably just over-dramatising or something), then at least he could feel halfway noble about feeling bad. Or something like that, anyway. Instead he just felt... incredibly dumb. He could have successfully traded in his 'V' card, but instead he was faced with being stripped of his 'horny teenage boy' credentials!
"Oh man...", he said out loud, to nobody in particular, realising that thinking about the rise and fall of Meko-chan's flushed cleavage, what she was (or wasn't) wearing under that skimpy, lightweight gi jacket, and what he would have found at the top of those long, slender but well toned legs that he had innocently appreciated earlier, had transformed what had never been 'Little Ron' between Toshimiru's tree trunk legs into a rod of iron. A big rod of iron.
There was only one thing that would make him feel better now. He would just have to imagine what would have happened if he had invited the nubile, athletic, desperate instructor in to keep him warm when she had offered herself to him and then let her have her wicked, depraved way with him.
Not what he uncomfortably suspected would probably have really happened of course ("Ngghh! Urrrgh! Oh no! Err... Meko... Err... sorry... Err... Did you happen to bring a wash cloth with you?"), but what would have happened in 'Ron-man sexual fantasy world'. As if gorgeous lust-fuelled and hopefully highly experienced Asian lady Monkey-Kung-Fu instructors visiting you in your bed in the dark of the night didn't come straight out of the Ron-Man fantasy wank-bank hall of fame...
He lay back and savoured the day dream for a moment, as in his mind's eye he saw Meko sachay into his cubicle, shucking off the karate gi jacket that was definitely all she was wearing in this edition of Rontastic Erotic Theatre, to reveal imaginarily perfect breasts and a taut washboard stomach, before leaping athletically onto him, impaling herself full length on Toshimiru's... his... enormous shaft with a banshee yell, wrapping her long powerful legs around his back and digging her heels into the base of his spine...
Ron realised that he had grasped the aforementioned rod of iron and begun to work it with unexpected dexterity and expertise. I mean, sure, time, trial and error and lots and lots of intensive practice had eventually made him pretty good at teasing the right kind of response out of little Ron when he wanted to 'knock one out' as the vernacular had it. But he'd never before made the shapes with his hand that he was instinctively making now, and... Wow! Also, he now had the answer to a query he had never expected to ever be able to answer; he had never gone so far as to explicitly form the question 'so, what if anything am I missing by having been circumcised?' but it had always been hovering somewhere there, threatening to be asked. Now he thought he had half an idea, courtesy of Toshimiru's magnificently uncut manhood. If he hadn't been circumcised at birth then... he'd have saved a fortune on lotion. Otherwise... Meh!
He closed his eyes, as the sensations building in his loins and fanning out down his thighs and up towards his midriff crowded out both the fantasy ninja sex-queen and existential thoughts about the utility of the human foreskin. And then, quite suddenly, for the first time since he had battled his fellow students during Sensei's surprise pop-quiz in his formal garden several days earlier, a vivid flashback hit him like an Amtrak express...
It seemed like only yesterday. He was in a rustic hot-tub in a dimly lit hut. He could feel intense lust and arousal. He was deep into a passionate kiss. A muscular arm encircled him, a hand caressed his engorged penis, and then he felt hot breath on his cheek and the scratch of stubble as it dragged across his cheek...
There was a muffled thud as the cuff of Sosumiha hit the tatami mat next to him, and then his once-again teenage body, completely overwhelmed by the powerful sensations he had been experiencing milli-seconds before, tensed involuntarily, his nut-sack tightening as his gonads reached the 'firing now' part of the hitherto unstoppable sequence that would imminently spurt hot sticky Ronmeister-gravy inconveniently all over himself and his cubicle; he quickly had to resort to a Sumatran restraint tantra to ensure that the shuddering orgasm that wracked his body didn't make a very embarrassing mess...
Ron lay in the dark, breathing heavily, in a state of semi-shock, eyes like organ stops as two huge questions hung heavily over him.
Firstly, 'What the FUCK was that flashback all about?'.
Secondly, 'What the hell is a Sumatran restraint tantra and how the buggering fuck do I know how to do one'?
After a little while his breathing slowed as he willed himself to think calm, happy thoughts. And then he started to ask himself questions. Had the cuff of Sosumiha turned him gay? Was that a little side-effect of using it that nobody had bothered to mention? Was he going to be having unwanted erotic dreams about making the gorilla with two backs with Monkey-Fist from now on instead of shagging Shego? Because if so, Sensei could shove his secret Ninja mission where the sun didn't shine. He imagined that the conversation with Kim wouldn't go too well after he got home. "Sorry Kim, I know we just got together and all, but I'm afraid that Sensei has turned me gay, so... you know. Hey, we can still hang together though! Oh, I've just realised, this couch is so wrong for this room...".
'OK.. Calm, happy thoughts...'.
He thought back to his flashback again, probing it. He was mildly relieved to realise that the thought of getting jiggy with a man in a hot-tub mildly revolted him. A feeling of which he was equally slightly ashamed.
'Way to be open minded, Ron!'.
Perhaps he was only gay when he wore the cuff? Oh how the legion of ladies of all ages who swooned over Toshimiru's stunning physical presence would weep were that the case!
He summoned up his courage and refastened the cuff around his arm. Once again, he was Toshimiru made flesh, and he immediately probed his memory, very nervously.
After a while, his insecurities receded as he realised that it was the monkey master who had been wearing the cuff who had been in total ecstasy when he ('or maybe it was a she' wondered Ron) had been being masturbated by another man. Ron found the incredibly hot woman who had also been sitting in the hot-tub at the time and was obviously playing with herself far, far more interesting.
'Phew... Panic over!', thought Ron, with a huge inner sigh of relief. 'I wonder what other surprises this freaky thing has in store for me?'.
He decided to try to replay the entire encounter in the hot-tub in his mind's eye. It took a little effort, but he was able to remember the highlights of the last few hours of the final Guardian of Sosumiha, or at least those last few hours when he had been wearing the cuff. He noticed a strange thing, though. Even though he knew that the idea of having sex with a man did sort of repulse him, despite him wishing that it wouldn't, the inner mystical monkey of the cuff of Sosumiha seemed to present the memories to him with complete equanimity. Presumably it had no prejudices, no sexual orientation of it's own, and no subjectivity; the same magical effect that allowed him to remember viciously dismembering a hundred fellow human beings, all be it none of them exactly fine upstanding citizens, without losing his lunch or having nightmares about being a mass killer, was clearly also at work as he followed the last Guardian's quest for sexual fulfilment in his mind's eye. Unlike the Lotus blade, which seemed to make considered choices about which Monkey Master it preferred to be wielded by, the cuff had no conscience, and made no judgements, moral, ethical, emotional or orientational. Once Ron had embraced that and forced himself not to worry about his own psychological state, moral compass, attitudes, orientation or prejudices being warped by the memories he was able to experience through the cuff, it made the experience of peering back into the murky and brutal history of pre-feudal Japan far more interesting than it was potentially terrifying.
But there was one thing he wanted to see now. Just to be absolutely doubly sure, and to set his mind at rest.
He wanted to find a reassuring memory of one of the Guardian's of Sosumiha having sex with a woman...

oOo
He had no luck in his quest. None at all. As he probed the memories of the cuff, there was an unbelievable amount of carnage, and absolutely no sweet loving to be found anywhere. Back then, 'Monkey Master' would seem to have been a synonym for 'single-minded hyper-efficient killing machine'. Many of the memories seemed to feature the wearer of the cuff screaming blue-murder as he or she charged apparently suicidally into close-quarter melee combat with large groups of heavily armed opponents, laying waste to them all in a hideous blizzard of clashing steel, screams of mortal agony, spraying blood and flying body-parts, and then charging on full-tilt into the next one-sided combat; Ron was ever more grateful for the ancient magicks that were seemingly protecting his sanity in the face of what would surely normally be several lifetimes worth of horrific and inescapably traumatic memories.
But no getting jiggy-jiggy. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Not even a crafty hand-shandy! 'Boy, no wonder those ancient Monkey Masters were so cranky!', thought Ron, as he realised that he could remember back all the way to the first time anybody had ever tried on the freshly enchanted Cuff of Sosumiha, and was still drawing a blank.
He was about to give up when he remembered the story of Master Kwon, his last session with the scribe, and his garbled story of memories from a time before the forging of the cuff.
'Oh well...', thought Ron, 'Here goes nothing...', as he tried to push back past 'the beginning'.
At first he had no joy at all. It was an opaque wall, seemingly as amenable to traversal as the wall that separated his own memories from the time before he was born. But he persevered, he probed, he pressed and he pushed against the apparently impenetrable barrier, because... well, he was a sucker for a good conspiracy theory. And, ignobly, because he still wanted to clear up the whole 'Are you really absolutely certain that I'm still going to be into the babes?' thing...
Twenty minutes later, he tensed, his eyes opened wide, and his face took on an expression of utter shock mixed with wide-eyed wonder. He spoke out loud, in a vacant daze, to nobody in particular.
"Holy.... Shit!!!!!"
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