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Moving Onwards	By : PatPat Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female > Kim/Ron Views: 6723 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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MOVING ONWARDS
Airplane Food
By Pat Squared

Two hours later the airport van pulled into the driveway and the men started loading up the boxes. It took longer to say farewell that it did to load Kim’s and Ron’s gear.
The ride to the airport was uneventful. There was only one more pickup, two pilots, and four flight attendants working for some no name airline. The aircrew was dropped off at the Western States Airways drop off.

The cabbie asked, “Which airline, kids?”

Kim started to reply, but Ron cut her off with four words:

“Air National Guard Armory.”

Kim looked at Ron in surprise and started to ask him what’s happen to their Southwestern States Airways flight.

Nevertheless, Ron only smiled and whispered two words into Kim’s ears that perked her imagination: “Mile High.”

The Colorado Air National Guard had their armory at the cargo side of the airport.

It was an old brick building that looked more like a high school gym rather than a military installation.

Waiting by the entrance was Mr. Barkin standing in Air Force dress blues wearing silver oak leaves on his collars. Next to Mr. Barkin stood a slightly built, middle age man wearing an old US Air commando hat, sage green NOMEX jumpsuit with the nametag Stoppable, shoulder holster, and a US Marshal’s badge was at the bottom of the steps of a small business jet.

Lieutenant Colonel Barkin, Colorado Air National Guard, looked at his two former students and then extended his hand towards Ron Stoppable.

“Ron, Kim. It’s nice to see the two of you again. Do you want a coffee while my guys fuel up the plane,” Mr. Barkin asked.

Kim was shocked that Mr. Barkin was so nice. Ron reluctantly extended his arm and shook hands with Mr. Barkin, who suppressed a laugh.

“Don’t worry, the school board only pays me to bite the heads off students.”

Ron was even more dazed. Mr. Barkin did not spring a trap on the pair. He half expected another trip to detention.

“Mr. Barkin the Ogre only works on school days when the students are watching.”

Barkin laughed.

“Just keep it under your hat. I spent years cultivating the ogre and I don’t want the work to go to waste. The school board is making me vice principle of discipline of Middleton High next year. You two are heading off to Cornell, right.”

“Yep, Mr. B. Culinary Arts for me and Pre-law/Psychology for Kim.”

“When you open another restaurant, I’ll be by. I would like to chat, but I have paperwork to do. Drop by next time your in town.”

Mister Barkin then turned towards the deputy US marshal.

“You too, Colonel. It’s been too long since our pleasure vacation in Mogadishu. RPG's and AK's - Who says that we can not leave home without our American Express Cards?”

Barkin walked away.

“Ron, don’t worry about moving your stuff. Colonel Barkin got a detail fueling up the plane. He will send some airmen to move your stuff. Is this the little lady your father has been telling me about?”

The marshal then hugged Kim and said, “You’re now one of the family. Just call me Uncle Saul and I’ll try not to call you kid. When’s the wedding?”

“When we decide, I call you. Kim, this is my uncle...the one who got sent to prison. They flew him so much from prison to next prison, the staff forgot he was an inmate. He's now one of the pilots on Con Air.”

Kim knew that Ron had two uncles, but did not know that one of them was going to fly them to their new pad.

“Isn’t he gonna get into trouble taking us on a government plane and there is no mission?” Kim asked.

“Hold yer horses, y’all. Ron’s pulling your leg."

Uncle Saul was laughing.

"I only did one small undercover jail assignment way back when. I’m now the guy who flies around keeping my eyes on the other marshals of JPATS, Justice Prisoner and Alien Transport System. We are not Con Air. That is the name given to us by some damn movie producer who couldn’t be bothered to check out our website.”

Uncle Saul lowered his sunglasses and winked at the pair.

“Besides I made a bunch of flights yesterday and due to an unspecified minor electrical problem, I had to make a cautionary landing in Middleton.”

“Which I have just diagnosed as a loose circuit breaker for one of my backup radios. We pilots can not be fired for being too careful with a forty million dollar aircraft, ma’am...even if it one we confiscated from some dope runners.”

“By that time, there was no way I could get out to New York City to make a pickup and stick to the FAA’s eight hour rule. I believe that I will make a technical stop to gas up before I land seeing how jet fuel is cheaper on the coasts. Besides I am saving the tax payers some money.”

It was obvious that Ron and his uncle totally preplanned today’s flight. There were far too many coincidences for it to be merely fate.

Uncle Saul continued on, “That’s were you two love birds are getting off. Besides, I need to pick up half a dozen marshals and a medic to move my next guest.”

“Who’s your next guest?”

“Twenty two year old female named Sheena Groningen from Go City. She is a little young to be one mean lady with a nasty temper and a hundred page rap sheet – however, she’s the only one to ever attempt a midair escape on a JPATS flight. I’m taking this one a little personal since it was one of my flights and I had a slight depressurization problem. She is very claustrophobic according to the shrinks so she will be kept in a chemical coma all the way. Somehow she could stand dens of evil, but she can’t stand riding in aircraft if she in not at the controls.”

Kim was shocked to find out that Shego was only four years older than she was. Somehow Shego seemed far older.

“She’s still in jail?” Ron asked. No law enforcement agency ever held Shego for more than a day.

“Didn’t you hear? Shego tried to kidnap some diplomats at the UN. Well them UN police types don’t have to abide by the same rules of engagement we ordinary law enforcement folks follow. They filled her with so much lead that she will sink if she ever tried to swim for it."

Saul Stoppable shook his head.

“Surprised, she is even alive myself. After surgery, the docs kept her doped up so she could recover. We found that if we doped her, she can't use her powers. It's legal enough until she recovers from her injuries. By then she is Global Justice's problem. We are transfering her over to their custody.”

He shrugged as he jotted down some more notes unto a small clipboard.

“Don’t worry, Drew Lipsky ain’t getting out of the pokey, anytime soon. Not with Shego in a coma.”

Deputy US Marshal Stoppable lead Kim and Ron into the jet, pointed out the six-pack of cola and sandwiches in the small fridge in the marshal section of the aircraft next to the arms locker and went into the cockpit.

“If y’all have any questions or comments, ask me now. All the doors inside the aircraft automatically lock so I won’t be able to see you two until we’re kiss the soil again in New York. If not, thank you for flying with Justice Prisoner and Alien Transport System and don’t even think about playing with the prisoner restraints systems, they got a nasty habit of delivering shocks if tampered with. The flight is about two hours and I sorry there are no in-flight movies. You two gots to entertain yourself.”

With those final words, Saul closed the cockpit door.

“Interesting uncle, Ron,” Kim commented.

“His southern accent's a fake. He grew up in Colorado with the rest of the family. He’s kinda the rebel of the family – Grandma wanted him to be a rabbi like gramps, but uncle Saul went off to the Air Force academy, did some time with some spooky outfits, and then he became a Deputy Marshal. He is my favorite uncle.”

Kim had a nasty thought and decided to go with the moment.

“Ron, ‘Nuf talk about your uncle and let’s start thinking about our in-flight entertainment.”

Ron caught the cue, cracked a smile, put his arms around his girl, and hugged her tightly.

Kim could feel Ron’s growing erection sliding along her crotch through his baggy cargo pants. The old Kim would be mortified.

The Kim holding unto her boyfriend knew that she wanted more.

After the mind switching incident, she knew why Ron never wore tight jeans after his twelfth birthday, and wondered if it would be too big for her. Shouldn’t be, women pushed babies out that hole.

Ron’s kisses were gentle, belying his state of arousal.

Like spider bites paralyzed its prey, Ron’s kisses poisoned her, paralyzing any lingering thoughts of being the virtuous maiden saving herself until marriage.

Somehow her tongue found her way into his mouth as he gently nibbled on her lip, tasting the juices, letting a chemical electricity take over her being. Slowly Ron slid down kissing the freckles on her neck.

Rufus took that as his cue to leave his familiar place in Ron’s pocket and check out the fridge for cheese.

Kim pouted and thrust her hips towards her boyfriend.

“Mr. Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang. I’m just some innocent, sweet little girl and I don’t know why I feeling a little hot in here. Maybe I should help you take off your shirt.”

Kim was putting on a better southern accent than Scarlet O’Hara. If she did not stop, Ron would have to peel off sticky boxers.

Kim wanted to collapse, have Ron rip off her clothes, and play Me Kim, You Ron, you don’t get up ‘til I'm knocked up.

However, Ron easily held her up with one arm as he slowly removed her blouse and bra. Somehow that strength awed her, even though she knew that Ron had to develop strength to do the tosses that won Middleton High School the cheerleading nationals.

Kissing every freckle on her body, Ron’s lips moved towards her left breast, his mouth attracted to her nipples as iron fillings to a powerful magnet.

One by one, articles of clothing landed on the cabin floor, as the two lovers tried not so hard to “cool off.”

“Jesus, Mister. Your thingy is too stiff, so stiff it must hurt. Momma taught me that there is only one sure cure.”

Kim cooed as Ron slowly massaged the young girl’s strawberry nipples with his tongue and gently manipulate Kim’s pleasure button with his fingers.

Slowly, Kim pushed Ron unto the cabin floor, holding him as she moved into position. Slowly she rubbed tip of Ron’s manhood along the sensative lips of her crotch. She could smell the excitement and felt the warmth and wetness grow between her legs.

Even though Kim was a virgin, her hymen was stretched and weakened by years of gymnastics and the physical exertions that went with the profession of being a teen superhero. However Ron was more than large enough to eliminate the remnants of the final barrier.

There was no sharp tearing pain like Monique describe, just a slight pull and the fullness that Kim instinctively knew belonged within her. The flower of Kim’s virginity was truly gone. First she just stayed there trying to experience the new sensation. However millions of years of evolution kicked in and both partners start moving their loins. With a few thrusts of his pelvis, Ron let the crazed lover inside the fiery hair beauty out.

Kim didn’t care anymore about being Ms. Perfect or the dutiful daughter, but instead grind her crotch into Ron’s pelvic bone as hard as she possibly could. She did not care about being sore or even if she was going to be knock up tonight. Kim just wanted to shed eighteen years of virginity into her memories and experience everything that Monique tried to describe to her.

Up, down, grind, up down, grind.

Kim rode herself into Ron with all her might trying to drive more of Ron’s giant manhood deeper into her womb.

There were no thoughts of gentility, but sate the hunger.

A couple times, she slipped off to only have her lover plow back in.

“Ahhhhhh! Make me your bitch you stud. Shit, fuck, make me cry for more.”

Part of Kim Possible's mind could not believe that she was spouting off, begging to be bred like a brood mare in heat placed before a stallion.

"Fuck me. Don't pull the fuck out."

Kim grabbed Ron and pulled him into her. She could feel the tip of his manhood poke her cervex.

Kim had always imagined that losing her virginity would be a gentle thing with candles alight and scented oils and soft delicacy, but the wild side of her just wanted to lose herself in the ecstasy of the moment.

Suddenly Kim felt Ron’s mouth over hers sucking her breath away.

A feeling that she would never be able to describe took over her and only the fact that Ron’s mouth was there, muffled the young girl’s screams of pleasure and lust as she started to shake. She popped like a tire going over nails at over two hundred miles per hour.

Ron Stoppable stopped all rational thoughts inside his lover’s head as he kept on pleasuring the redhead to popping sensations.

Intellectually, Kim knew this popping sensation that she was experiencing for the first time in her lifewere called orgasms, but in her mind, she would call them pops.

Kim could feel Ron spurting millions of sperm into her cunt. Each one seeking to make her a mother. If it was not for the pill, they would have swam their way up to an egg and started a new life.

However due to modern pharmacology, Kim would not have to risk motherhood for a long time.

Ron eagerly explored Kim as Kim explored Ron. Each one devoured the other as the pair popped repeatedly.

Afterwards, Kim Possible just wanted to lay there with Ron still inside her. She groaned with longing as her lover pulled out and started cleaning her up her crotch with her panties.

“Ron, stop. I command you to keep that hard thing in me in until we have to go to the hospital to deliver our love child.” Kim begged.

A primative, greedy part of her wanted to be knock up. Kim briefly closed her eyes and imagined her tummy swelling with Ron's child. The thought triggered another contraction of her womb as it tryed to massage more seed out of Ron's babymaker.

These words reawoke Ron’s sexual appetite, but Ron know that he had to get Kim dressed before they landed in New York.

“KP, we are going to land and I don’t think you want our parents to find out that we just traded in our virginity for memberships the mile high club.”

Ron kissed his freshly deflowered lover on the forehead, the nose, the lips, ears, and chin as he clean up the blood and sperm oozing out of his true love’s crotch.

This simulation served to only stimulate Kim to another orgasm. She went into a fit, her sharp nails scored Ron’s back. When she recovered, Kim Possible gave her demand to her love.

“When we get home, let’s skip dinner, and go straight to dessert - Sausage and honey, perhaps.”

Kim’s eyes opened wide as she got the message that dessert involved sausage dipped in a certain honey pot. Ron knew her too well for her to fake indifference now. She grab him and kissed him fervently.

“Thanks to you, I’m so not the virgin, anymore. You named your punishment, Ronald Dean Stoppable – It’s sausages and honey in every room of our new home, including closets tonight. And you better finish what you start.”

The couple barely got dressed in time for the landing.

Stuffing her sperm and blood soaked panties into her pants pocket; Kim knew that she would be Ron’s nymphet forever.
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