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Centurion's Revenge	By : Horatius314 Category: Kim Possible > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality > Het- Male/Female Views: 13214 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Standard disclaimers apply. etc etc etc.
Author's note: THis one is supposed to be funny. Still more story building, and maybe a smile or two as this ch moves on.

Across town, a young woman stood in her parent’s kitchen. She wasn’t really sure why; she just didn’t feel comfortable anywhere else. Even now, as she stood there, something didn’t feel right. She had tried going back to here room. But that didn’t feel right. Watching TV in the living room only made her feel nauseous. Only in the kitchen did she feel right. And if standing in her parent’s kitchen wasn’t odd enough, she was standing there in her sleep shirt. And nothing else. Her panties and fuzzy slippers had been discarded somewhere in her wanderings.

Nervously, she paced back and forth, trying to get over whatever was happening. She had begun to feel like she had to go somewhere or do something. But had no idea what. WHe could feel a tingling in her fingertips; her scalp felt like it was on too tight; there was almost a giddiness in her belly; her heart began racing, and the sweat suddenly started to pour from every pore on her body. And then there was the pounding in her chest. The young woman grabbed the counter as she gasped for air. Her own body was running amok and was doing its best to take her with it.

When everything seemed to stop for a moment, the woman staggered her way over to the refrigerator, desperately looking for something to calm her nerves and her stomach. There were the ubiquitous bottles of soda, the cartons of milk, the pitcher of juice standing before her. But the only thing that caught her eye was the vegetable drawer and the fresh cucumber her mother had purchased yesterday.

She reached out and took it into her hand. It, like all cucumbers, was long and firm. It had a healthy length and girth. In a moment of dazed confusion, she put the cucumber to her lips, and she licked it. As her tongue caressed the large green vegetable, she felt the cool green skin of the veggie only for a moment. Then, somehow in her mind, the cold, smooth skin of her focus was transformed into the warm fleshy feel of a penis. She could feel the warm skin in all its glory. She could feel the ridges and veins. She could feel the ridge around the head. She could even smell the deep musky aroma it was giving off.

She pulled back in shock and clamped her eyes closed. She tried valiantly to hold onto something as she sank to her knees, but the floor came up to greet her with an unfriendly ‘Thud’. Suddenly, there was a shudder that ran through her body. A shudder that was on the edge of her mind; almost an orgasm, but not quite. More like the echo of one; like an aftershock of one.

Breathing heavily, the woman tried to regain her composure. The closest she got was to roll slightly so that she was sitting on her butt and not in a disheveled mass in the middle of the kitchen. She had begun to sweat again. Everywhere. And now she could feel a maddening sensation beginning between her legs. Somehow she had found herself with a raging fire inside her with no rhyme or reason as to how it had begun. And she didn’t care.

She quickly looked and listened for any other members of her family that might be coming toward this end of the house. Silence. Blissful silence. Almost. She could hear people shuffling around upstairs, but for the moment she was safe. But they were there, and she was here. That was good enough. At least it better be.

Gently biting her lower lip, she took one hand and pulled her shirt up to her waist, exposing herself to the cool morning air. The sudden blast of air was shocking enough for her to bite hard enough to almost draw blood. Glancing around one last time, she lowered the cucumber down between her legs. Its moistened surface reflected the light perfectly, and in her lust-addled mind’s eye she was having a difficult time remembering whether this was a vegetable or something else. But in the end it didn’t matter. When it entered her, its presence was all that mattered. It was taking up the emptiness, filling the void that was clawing at her very soul. When it was inside her barely half way, she paused; allowing her pussy to accommodate its girth.

“yesssssssssss” she hissed to herself, her voice barely a whisper. She quickly slapped her hand over her mouth afraid that someone would hear. Getting caught here and now with a vegetable as a surrogate lover would be bad enough, but in her mother's kitchen? She glanced around again, paranoia battling with lust in her mind.

After a moment or two, lust won out. One of her hand snaked back between her legs and took hold of the exposed end of her new best friend. Carefully, she slid it a little deeper inside. Its odd triangular shape was finding places no one else ever had. Between her hand and her muscles, the cucumber began to slide in and out with a firm rhythm. But the muscles in her arm were winning. Her beloved cucumber was delving deeper and deeper inside.

She could feel the fires between her legs building up and climbing up her spine. No longer could she support herself with her opposite arm. Decorum (such as it was) gave way to necessity and practicality. She simply lay down on the kitchen floor and took hold of her nipples with her now freed hand. She began to squeeze and caress them as that delightful cucumber pillaged her pussy.

The next few minutes were lost in a flurry of activity. The beautiful young woman shifted positions over and over; finally ending up naked on her knees with her night-shirt flung to the side. Her glorious green dildo was slamming deeper and harder into her than any man ever had. She had resorted to biting her upper arm to avoid screaming. The pain she expected to feel from it only added to the latest in her series of orgasms. Tears had begun to stream from her face from behind closed eyes. In the pleasure wracked maelstrom of her mind there was a haze that would not let her go. And when the massive cascade of her orgasm hit, she felt the need to call out; to stop biting her arm; to give a name to the face that was emerging from her subconscious. And that name, she discovered as she called it out in her hoarse, wracked voice was…

“RON!!”

In her moment of stunned silence as she tried to figure out why she had called Ron Stoppables’s name in a moment of utter passion. Then, the worst thing that could have happened, did. The cucumber broke.

Sheer panic erupted in an instant. A cold sweat hit. The afterglow of her orgasms was still in charge, but how do you explain a broken cucumber and a kitchen that smelled of sex to your parents and siblings?

The half cucumber she had in her hand went immediately into the trash. The other half would have to wait until an opportune moment. Hopefully not an emergency room visit. She grabbed her night shirt and threw it on as quickly as possible.

Someone was coming. This was not good. Thinking fast, the woman threw open the kitchen window and turned on the exhaust fan above the stove. ‘Not great, but it’ll have to do’ she thought to herself.

Panting partly from her earlier exertions, partly from her new exertions and partly from fear she leaned against the counter and tried to look innocent; as innocent as one can look with a smell of sex emanating from every pore, a sheen of sweat covering ones body and half of a cucumber nestled inside her body.

An older woman came around the corner into the kitchen. Mom.

“Morning, dear.”
“Morning, Mom” (Ohgodohgodohgod. She knows. She can smell it. She heard me. I’m dead. Were the thoughts that raced through the young woman’s mind.)
“What are you doing up so early, honey? You sleep ok?” the mother asked.
“Nothing. Just woke up early. That’s all.” The young woman lied.
“Well, why don’t you go get cleaned up. We’re having brunch with your father this morning.” The older woman smiled as she shooed the younger one out of the kitchen.
“Ok, mom.” The younger woman smiled as she padded out of the kitchen. “Oh, and don’t forget. I need a ride to practice this afternoon.”
“How could I forget, Bonnie. You’ve got practice so often I could set my watch by it.” The mother smiled dotingly at her youngest daughter.
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