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Revelations of Destiny	By : Kellendros Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63461 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“Hurmuguuh?” Ron incoherently questioned from under his covers. Moments later his arm emerged from under the blankets to hammer around recklessly on his nightstand until he’d silenced the wailing cry of his alarm clock. With the shrill banshee stifled, Ron withdrew his arm and mumbled something else unintelligible while curling back into bed.

Meanwhile, Rufus emerged from his own elaborate nest on the far side of the room, stretching mightily and giving a gaping yawn that displayed his ivory incisors prominently. After that he stood smacking his lips, blinking sleepily, and scratching his side until he took note of the lack of movement from the heaped covers on top of his owner’s bed.

Rufus’ eyes widened and he vented an annoyed and just slightly worried “Ho-ho no.” before scampering around the room through his complex network of plastic tubes, coming out next to Ron’s bed.

Hopping from the nightstand to the bed, Rufus climbed up on top of Ron and began jumping up and down on his owner’s head while chattering; “Ge’up! Ge’up! C’mon ge’up!” but Ron just screwed his eyes shut tighter and grumbled something while rolling over and pulling his blankets closer, throwing Rufus off to the side of him as he did.

Springing back to his feet, Rufus growled in frustration and was about to start back in on Ron when he suddenly stopped, raising his right paw with a single claw extended and chattering “Ha-ha!” instead. Then he turned and hopped across the bed and onto the nightstand again, scampering over to a big glass of water. Standing up next to the glass, Rufus grabbed the edge with both paws and stuck his head into the water without hesitation, sucking up as much of it as he could hold in his mouth.

Rufus pulled his head out of the glass a moment later, standing with water running down his face and dripping off his whiskers while his cheeks bulged like a squirrel’s with its pouches full. Then he turned and scampered back onto the bed and over to Ron’s face, where he promptly spit the water out in a strong gout, spraying his owner as thoroughly as he could manage.

“Bwahh!” Ron shouted a second after Rufus started his fire-hose imitation, rearing back from the water and sitting up, sputtering and quickly wiping his face dry before opening his eyes and, upon spotting his dripping pet, shouting “Rufus!”

Ignoring his owner’s aggravation, Rufus jumped back to the nightstand and stood hopping up and down and making frantic noises while pointing at the alarm clock. A few seconds later Ron finally focused on the time displayed and his eyes widened as he gasped in surprise.

“Aaaah! It’s nearly ten after nine! Why didn’t you tell me Rufus?” Ron shouted as he threw the covers off and scrambled out of bed.

Rufus curled his claws tensely and his arms trembled violently as he threw his head back and screamed “Aaaaahhhhhh!” at the top of his little lungs in outraged frustration with his owner, but Ron was already through his bedroom door and halfway to the bathroom.

Skidding into the bathroom, Ron spent the next twenty minutes getting washed and cleaned up as fast as he could. He didn’t know when—or even how—Kim would be contacting him to talk about the things that had been going on with her in the last few months, but he did know that Kim usually needed less sleep than he did, so she’d probably been up for at least an hour now. That meant that if he was lucky—or maybe unlucky, seeing as how he’d just gotten up—she might be calling him any minute now, or even dropping by.

Running out of the disaster area that had been the bathroom in only a towel, Ron returned to his room and closed the door, tossing the towel as soon as he did and rushing over to his dresser to put on some boxers and socks. After that he disappeared into his closet and sent a stream of clothes flying out as he searched for something clean with growing desperation. As he got closer and closer to emptying it out completely with still no luck, he started venting a long “Aaaaah!” of anxiety.

Just as Ron was about to give up and dig into his “special occasion” pile, he moved aside a few coats and shouted “Score! A-booyeah!” as he found a few clean shirts and pants that had still been hidden from him since his mom had cleaned his room several months ago.

A few moments later Ron came hopping out of the closet, trying to pull up his pants with one arm while sticking his head and other arm through his jersey at the same time. A second later he stepped on a pile of clothes and they went flying across the room as his feet shot out from under him, sending him to the floor with a brutal thud and a loud; “Ow!”

On Ron’s desk, Rufus smacked his right palm into his face and slowly shook his head, grumbling in disgust over his owner’s antics.

Ron quickly finished pulling on his clothes while still on the floor and then shot to his feet, scooping up Rufus and depositing him on his shoulder while he headed for the door. Then he stopped and turned around, grabbing his cell phone and Kimmunicator before he left, just in case. On his way downstairs he checked his cell for missed calls and found none.

Less than a minute later he was downstairs and shouting; “Mom! Did anybody call for me while I was asleep or in the bathroom?”

“No dear.” Came his mother’s response from the living room.

Heading into the kitchen, Ron scavenged up the leftover breakfast his mom had put in the fridge for him, putting it in the microwave before getting himself a big bowl of cereal and some orange juice to go with it. The food was heated by the time he had everything set up, so he put that on the table as well. Sitting down, Ron was just about to start eating when he was struck by a sudden thought, and he quickly abandoned his preparations in order to dig out his cell and Kimmunicator instead.

Almost frantically, Ron checked both devices’ battery power and signal strength, made sure they were on, and then tried them both to make sure they were working fine. A moment later he shouted; “Ahhh! What if she tried to call me right there?” and quickly checked his missed calls, breathing a deep sigh of relief when he found nothing waiting for him.

As Ron exercised his paranoia, Rufus just ignored him and quietly but appreciatively helped himself to Ron’s plate of bacon, eggs, and hash browns.

Finally noticing what his little friend was doing, Ron shouted “Rufus!” and grabbed his cereal and juice, hunching over them protectively while the naked mole rat vented a huge, contented burp and fell over onto the now empty plate with a bulging stomach and a happy smile plastered across his face.

Meanwhile, two subdivisions away, Kim was pulling up in front of Monique’s house on her sleek gold racing bike. Turning off the bike, Kim flipped the kickstand down and got off with an easy, familiar grace. Taking off her helmet, Kim shook out her hair, which she was wearing in her usual loose style today, and then carefully secured the helmet to the back of the seat before heading up the driveway to Monique’s front door.

As she went, Kim took off her stylish leather jacket, revealing that she was wearing her airy, long-sleeved tan tunic along with her loose acid washed jeans and some study shoes. Kim had chosen this particular outfit because she was feeling anxious and just a little bit vulnerable this morning; she was worried about telling Ron everything that had been happening with her—well, nearly everything anyway—and she still wasn’t really sure what she was going to say to him or how she was going to go about doing it.

Kim rang the doorbell and barely had to wait at all before Monique opened the door wearing a rumpled, oversized purple t-shirt and faded grey sweatpants.

“Hey Kim, c’mon in.” Monique said cheerfully, opening the door wide for her.

“Hey Monique, how’d it go last night?” Kim asked as she went inside.

“Nothing exciting; she came, she saw, she went. How ‘bout you?” Monique answered, closing the door behind Kim.

“No big. They came, I saw—and kicked their asses—they didn’t go.” Kim smiled as she followed Monique into the living room.

“So, were you able to get some time in there to figure out what you want to say to Ron?” Monique asked.

Kim sighed and looked at her friend unhappily. “I had plenty of time to think Mo, but I’m still no closer to having any real idea how I’m going to do this.”

“Well, that’s all right Kim. You’ll get through this just fine. I’m here for you and you’ve already been through it once; it’ll be easier this time ‘round, you’ll see.” Monique reassured Kim.

“Thanks Mo. I guess… I guess I should give Ron a call then. I hate to wake him up, but… I don’t think I can wait any longer without losing my nerve…” Kim trailed of hesitantly.

“Wake him up? Didn’t you get back around two or so last night?” Monique asked, only to immediately think; Oh crap! Not supposed to know that!

“Ummmm, yeah. But how did you know that Monique?” Kim asked, half curious and half suspicious.

“Well ahhh… heh heh, the funniest thing happened last night Kim. Good ol’ Ron gave me a call when he got back home.”

“Why would Ron be calling you at two in the morning Monique?”

“Well, you know. Just wanted to shoot the breeze. Talk about current events.” Monique’s voice got low and fast. “Find out what happened with you yesterday.”

“What was that Mo?”

“I said he wanted to find out how it went with us yesterday, ok?” Monique said in a frustrated shout.

For an instant a spike of irritation and anger shot through Kim, but it quickly dissipated. She’d known what was going on after all, and for the most part had worked through any resentment towards her friends yesterday.

“It’s ok Monique; I know you guys were just worried about me.” Kim said understandingly. “But… what did you tell him?”

“I didn’t tell that boy anything Kim, other than that we talked about a lot of stuff and that it wasn’t something I could tell him about.” Monique answered, a slight edge in her voice.

“Sorry Monique. It’s just… y’know…” At the apology, Monique gave Kim a sympathetic nod and a little smile, and Kim smiled back at her friend thankfully. After hesitating several moments, Kim continued; “Ok, well, guess I should call Ron then.”

Monique nodded and watched as Kim dug her phone out of her jeans and looked at it for a long moment before flipping it open, calling up Ron’s number, and hitting send.

Back at the Stoppable household, despite his earlier burst of anxiety and panic fueled energy, Ron was starting to nod off in his chair. He’d tried to keep awake with the radio and, as a Seventh Sign of the Apocalypse, his homework—though in the latter case, it was only because his parents had instituted a “no TV or video games until your homework is done” policy on Sundays and school nights—but it wasn’t working. However, when his phone rang he shot up out of his chair with a startled yell, scrambling for the phone a split-second later as it flew out of his lap and into the air.

As the phone bounced out of his grasp repeatedly, Ron ended up diving for it in the end, leaping to snag it out of the air and land on the floor with a brutal thump. Bringing the phone to his ear as he hit receive, Ron forced himself to speak normally as he answered it.

“Y’ello?”

“Hey Ron, what’s up?” Kim’s voice came clearly through the phone.

Ok Ron, just play it cool. Ron thought before answering; “Oh, hey Kim. Not much, not much. Just got up a while ago and figured I’d get an early start in on my homework, so I could actually get to do something today besides, y’know, staring at homework. Heh heh…”

“Oh, well, if you’re doing your homework I should really call back later. Maybe around lunch?”

“What? No, no, that’s ok Kim, really!” Ron answered quickly. “I needed a break anyway.”

“Ummm… didn’t you say you just got up a while ago? How could you need a break already?”

“Hey, I always take breaks every fifteen minutes or so when doing my homework Kim. Gotta keep the mind fresh, right?”

“Ooooh-kay. Well, in that case Ron, I was wondering what you were doing today.”

“Well, aside from getting this homework done, I don’t have much planned Kim. Maybe go to Bueno Nacho and get a movie or a game on the way back, but other than that, I’m just chillin’.”

“So you’ve got no real plans then?” Kim asked.

“Not a one.” Ron answered with false cheer.

“Well then, if you’re not doing anything, how would you like to come over to Monique’s for lunch Ron? I’m over here now, and a couple of hours should give you plenty of time to finish up that homework before you come over.”

“Yeah, sure Kim. Want me to pick up anything when I come?”

“Just a sec’ Ron.” The phone went quiet, and Ron assumed Kim was talking to Monique. A minute or two later that assumption was confirmed as Kim came back on and said; “Ok Ron, if you can swing by Bueno Nacho and pick up an order for us that’d be great.”

“No problem Kim, what do you ladies want?” Ron asked, crawling across the floor to grab a pen and a piece of paper from his nearby backpack before spending the next minute or so writing down everything Kim and Monique wanted.

“All right Kim, I got it. Is that everything?”

The phone went quiet again, but only for a few moments this time, and then Kim answered; “No, that’s everything Ron.”

“Ok Kim, I’ll take off at noon, so I should get there around twelve thirty with the trip to Bueno Nacho.”

“Ok Ron, see you in a while then. Bye!” Kim answered before hanging up.

“All right!” Ron cheered to no one in particular as he ended the call and closed his phone. Rolling over on the floor and looking up at Rufus, who’d been listening to Ron’s end of the conversation attentively from the corner of the desktop since it had begun, Ron continued; “It’s only a couple of hours now little buddy, and then we’ll finally find out what’s been going on all these months. Booyeah!”

Rufus chattered “Hey-hey!” and gave Ron a big grin and two thumbs up from his position on the corner of the desk.

Ron got to his feet with renewed energy, and then stopped cold as he saw his neglected homework lying spread out on the desk next to Rufus.

“Ahhhh! My homework!” Ron shouted in a panic. “There’s no way dad’ll loan me the cash I need to get all this stuff for them if I still haven’t done it!”

Jumping into his chair, Ron went into a flurry of reorganization that had Rufus leaping for high ground and then staring at his owner in amazement, watching wide-eyed as Ron set to work on his homework with a vengeance. It wasn’t the first time Rufus had seen Ron actually doing his homework like a normal person would, but the occasions had been so few and far between that it was still something that made him take note of it in wonder.

In slightly under two hours, Ron’s anxiety-fueled determination saw him through all of his assignments in a fraction of the time it would have taken him to do them normally—and in a near approximation of how quickly anyone else would have been able to do them as well. After that he shot up from his desk and grabbed his backpack, tossing in his cell phone and Kimmunicator before closing it, put on some sneakers, and then picked up a coat before leaving his room.

Halfway down the hall Ron shouted; “Ahhh! Rufus!” and ran back to his room to find Rufus standing on his desk, arms crossed and tapping his right foot while glaring at him in annoyance.

“Sorry little buddy!” Ron apologized as he walked over to the desk and held his pants pocket open for Rufus. Rufus grumbled something nasty under his breath and then jumped into Ron’s pocket without further delay.

Once he’d gotten Rufus, Ron left his room for good and headed downstairs, quickly finding his dad and, after he got over his shock at finding out Ron had already done all of his homework, borrowing a twenty from him. From there Ron went out to the garage, putting on his coat and backpack as he did, and grabbed the helmet off his scooter before slipping it on over his head as well. Then he opened the door and wheeled the old, run-down machine out into the driveway.

Getting on his scooter, Ron kicked it over several times in order to get it started in the cool mid-spring air, and after the thick black cloud of exhaust had cleared, he floored it and took off slightly faster than an average person could run.

Ron made good time going to Bueno Nacho and got lucky; the lunch lineup in the drive through still hadn’t really started yet. With only two cars in front of him, Ron made it through in only a few minutes and then headed for Monique’s house.

Unfortunately, Ron failed to notice his gas gauge until his scooter started making noises like a congested moose, and he ended up pushing it six blocks to the nearest gas station and spending all of his change on a half a tank of gas, all the while freaking out over how late he was going to be now.

Ten minutes later Ron pulled up in front of Monique’s house and parked his scooter behind Kim’s sleek gold racing bike. Looking at his watch, Ron freaked again as he saw it was now twelve forty-five, and he frantically pulled the keys out of the ignition while plopping his helmet onto the right handlebar. Then he ran across the lawn and up to the front door, hauling up his hand to knock loudly.

Unfortunately for Ron, just as he swung his hand the doorway was yanked open by Monique, and he went stumbling forward when he failed to connect with the heavy wooden portal, shouting “Yaaahhh!” as he went down in a front-first sprawl onto the living room floor.

“Oh, jeez, Ron, are you ok?” Monique asked, quickly moving to help Ron up.

“Mehenh? Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Ron said, smiling at Monique while he stood up. As Kim came into the room to see what all the commotion was, Ron continued; “Sorry I’m late guys, I ran out of gas on the way here.”

“That’s ok Ron, you’re not that late.” Kim said.

“You get the food ok?” Monique asked as she shut the front door.

“Yeah, I got everything but your chicken quesadilla Mo, sorry. They were having some sorta problem with those and I’d’a had to wait like, ten minutes if I wanted one. They gave you a two-for-one replacement with Mexi Mushroom Wraps and a free Grande Size though.”

“That’s ok Ron, MMWs ‘ll do just fine.” Monique answered. “C’mon, let’s get you into the kitchen and unload you; I’m hungry, an’ I don’t want anything getting cold. Not that it’ll have much chance too.” Monique ended with a smirk.

The three friends went into the kitchen and, after Ron took the food out of his backpack and got Kim and Monique’s share of the bill, spent the next half-hour or so eating and making small talk. Soon enough though, they had finished, cleaned up the mess, and moved into the living room.

Sitting down on the couch, Ron looked at Kim and then Monique and asked; “So, what are we going to do now ladies?”

“Well Ron, as you well know, yesterday Monique and I had a nice long talk about the things that have been going on with me lately.” Kim’s voice had a slight edge to it, despite her coming to accept that her friends had only been concerned for her—she just couldn’t help it. As she was trying to get a hold of herself, Ron cut in before she could continue.

“Heh heh… I don’t know what you’re…” Ron trailed off at the dry look Kim gave him, one eyebrow raised. A few moments later he changed track; “Ok, ok, so maybe I do know, but you gotta understand Kim, we were worried about you and—” Ron cut off as Kim raised her hand to stop him.

“I know Ron, and it’s ok. Really.” Kim said, and after a moment Ron relaxed slightly, looking hesitantly relieved.

“So… you’re not mad then?” Ron asked.

“No, I’m plenty mad actually, but…” Kim paused for a moment, smiling softly. “I’m trying not to be because I understand it Ron. Odds are I’d have probably done the same thing if one of you was acting as weird as I’ve been for the last few months.” Kim took a deep breath and gave a quick sigh. “So like I said, it’s ok.”

Ron smiled and nodded, thankful Kim wasn’t mad at them—or rather, that she understood at least, and wanted to let that anger go.

“So, now that you know I know what you’ve been doing, it’s time…” Kim hesitated, and then continued; “it’s time you knew what’s going on Ron.”

As much as Ron desperately wanted to hear what Kim had to say, seeing her obvious hesitation he couldn’t help but say; “Look, Kim, if you don’t want to tell me just yet, I can wait until you’re ready. As much as I want to know, I don’t want you to feel like you have to tell me.”

“No Ron, I want to tell you, it’s just…” Kim glanced at Monique for a moment, and the girl gave her a look of reassurance and a confident nod. Turning back to Ron, Kim continued; “This is going to be… hard for you to understand, ok? I still don’t completely understand it myself, and I’ve been living it.”

“Hey, whenever you’re ready Kim. You know you can tell me anything, no matter what it is.”

“Well, we’ll see about that…” Kim muttered to herself softly, with just a touch of desperate apprehension, before beginning to tell Ron a generalized, basic version of what was going on between her and Corscan.

To his credit, Ron only fainted once, near the start of the tale, and except for a few questions to clarify a point or other, he really didn’t say much at all. In fact, if it wasn’t for his shocked expression of disbelief and continuous sitting and standing to pace around the room, it would have been hard to tell if Ron was even paying attention to the story, such was his lack of reaction to it.

Rufus, on the other hand, acted far less surprised than Ron did, mostly nodding and giving an occasional “un-hunh” throughout the entire story. Other that the fact that Corscan was the one Kim was having sex with, Rufus had already known that Kim had become sexually active, both from the changes in her scent and the fact that every few days she’d come to school with the faint smell of sex on her. He didn’t quite understand the point of two females having sex, but with all the other weird things he already knew humans did, this was just another log on the pile.

After Kim finished her tale, she sat waiting patiently for Ron to say something, but as the uneasy moments dragged on longer and longer with him only standing looking out the window with a stunned expression on his face, she glanced at Monique for a second and, finding only a puzzled look of veiled concern there, was unable to keep silent any longer.

“Ron? Are you… I mean… how do you feel about this? What… what do you think?” Kim prodded anxiously.

After another moment, Ron shook his head and ran his right hand through his hair before turning and responding; “I just don’t know what to say… for months now I’ve been worried over the reason you’ve been acting so weird… and now you finally tell me and… and it’s that you’ve been sleeping with the woman you’re supposedly working for? That you’re Gay?”

Kim flinched at the accusatory look she saw in Ron’s eyes, and the twisting, confused, distressed tone of his voice, but before she could say anything, Ron continued; “How the heck am I supposed to deal with that Kim? I don’t know if… I don’t know what I think. I can’t…” Ron ran both his hands through his hair, “I can’t even begin to wrap my head around this. It’s just so… so…”

“Ron?” Kim asked plaintively, rising to her feet as Ron started heading for the front door. Monique was only a few seconds behind in getting to her feet herself.

“I can’t deal with this Kim.” Ron shook his head. “Not yet. Not now. Not here. I’ve gotta figure it out first…”

“Ron, please, don’t go.” Kim begged, moving towards Ron as he grabbed his jacket and opened the front door.

“I’m sorry Kim, but I need time to think about this. I can’t do this right now…”

“Ron!” Kim cried, lifting her hand towards him helplessly, but he kept walking out across the lawn, heading for his scooter in a confused daze, ignoring everything but what was going on in his head.

As he scurried to catch up with his owner, Rufus paused in the doorway, looking up at Kim’s broken expression before bowing his head sadly, whiskers drooping. Patting Kim on the foot sympathetically, the little rodent vented a gloomy “Ha-hawww” before scampering out across the lawn to jump up on the back of Ron’s scooter.

As Ron started up his junker in a cloud of exhaust and then drove away, his head filled with confusion and still in a state of shock over what Kim had told him, Rufus was the only one to look back and see Kim turn to Monique and bury her head in the girl’s shoulder, shuddering as she started crying while Monique put her arms around her and held her tight.
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