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Anythings Possible ... right? : Toxic waste	By : mouserr Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 4280 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Disclaimer: I don’t own most of these characters these characters Disney does, please don’t sue. Rae, Mouse, Greystroke, Kahn Du, Inkalli Pek Whar, the Lost Ones and one Taco B. are mine however.

Definition: Kigonite ore, KiGo fic in general are kigonite, raw ore which is then refined down to kigonium and toxic waste which are fics with plot involving kigo and everything else respectively, further refinement produces kigotonium and is known to cause spontaneous nosebleeds in both genders and is almost guaranteed lethal to the genus Kigotaku radicallus.

Toxic waste refined from the original kigonite ore falls into multiple categories: kigobon and kigobonki, secondaries include but are not limited to robondra and kirobondrago with mild doses of modu and xsquad
It Gets Worse … tis a bit of good advice in effd up situations. Keep that one thing in mind, never forget it, repeat it every time you think things are looking up ‘cause … It always gets worse … remember that whenever shit starts going south and you’ll likely be the last thing standing in the end … forget it and you’re street pizza.
The events of the toxic waste side of the story start right at the time of Bonnie’s recruitment and follow along from there filling in the gaps left behind as the Kigonite was refined into Kigonium. Mind yer heads it gets messy from here on out.
Safety advisory: large amounts of the following are twice refined doses of toxic waste, outsourcing makes it easier to get the more dangerous ‘pure’ stuff.
Safety advisory 2: the refining process is ongoing and then there will be a fair to massive amount of hammering flat, keep your arms and hands inside the vehicle. Failure to comply will not meet with medical aide.
Anything’s possible … right? : Toxic waste collection
BonBomb
“HEDIDWHAT?” She was livid, and she was quite literally on the verge of exploding, again. Bonnie Rockwaller walking bomb, how the fuck did Drakken screw up this fucking bad? That ran through her head a few times. It figured that she would have to deal with the very real potential that one day she might really go out with a bang. And she had no one but herself to blame for it, the deed was done and she could pass or take blame all she wanted or all anyone cared to dish and it didn’t matter. As it stood right now she was likely to blast a hole in the planet, she would have laughed at a notion like that just a few hours ago before believing a single small woman could hold that much energy, it was true though. She knew it, the evidence was just over the shoulder of the furred rodent thing. Another short timeskip and poof here they were and over there was this new crater which would likely smolder for a few more hours, Moni had been lucky in the first blast in that it was more force than anything else or it would have taken them much longer to get into the pit.
Mouse held out a small flat display and let her watch the data scroll by, it was a simple test, the best test. Humans who have been properly modified at the nano level had a stunning capacity but in many cases the people who underwent the modification did so only after a number of psych screenings to be sure there would be no interface problems. In the few years his project had been going there were now only a few thousand beings such as himself and now they had a real problem child on their hands. “He stole some of my fur to make the machines that made you. The bastard is lucky I still want to know how he managed to deal with no air for so long or I’d have already taken my property back with interest.” She looked both confused and pissed, not good combinations for her condition. “You must calm down or you will go off again. He really fucked this up and there is nothing to be done for it. You need to listen. Pay attention and you will likely be one of the strongest beings in existence.”
“Beings?” She wasn’t sure she liked the way he phrased things, it was almost casual but he was making it clear she would need to listen if she wanted to control whatever it was Drakken did. “So what am I now?” She wanted to feel violated but she didn’t, she had asked for this. For a brief time she got her wish she was doing the impossible, she thought that hell she went through to get this far, that was the price. It was not. “Ok fine dammit but can’t we at least get away from here? I want to see Moni and make sure…”
“Nope not until you learn this and unfortunately I am not exactly the best qualified, so as I am the only one here with the understanding you need, you need to listen. The armor he used would have been sufficient, that other circuit design would have done the trick its the two combined with his littlest monster that’s … mad.” It was utter madness, that’s the only thing he could think of to describe what Drakkens little crystal explosive was capable of. The crystalline lattice was designed to tap the Casimir effect, a very weak but constant source of electric current but the important part was the scale and the key ‘other’ aspects of the crystal. Once a vacuum was drawn the crystal started building up a highly concentrated charge until it reached the point the crystalline matrix could hold no more and it just went nova. Bonnie was now fluctuating between thirty and thirty-five percent total mass these damned explosives the rest was her, the only thing that saved Bonnie was the other two elements the Centurion and Hephaestus projects. How Drakken created the junk he didn’t know nor did it matter, on the nanoscale she was imprinted with those three components. “The nanites he stole he modified to completely rebuild you and it did but then it reverted back to mostly original material. That’s the centurion part, I think.”
She wanted to scream she wanted to deck the furry monster but she didn’t it wasn’t his fault and each thing his listed in his speech was coming to mind, she was matching data, Matching data? As she thought about that her mind slipped into the noise again, it was happening more often now. She was getting used to it and liking it. ~open your eyes Bonnie~ She did and then she got both scared and angry. “HOW THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?” She felt it again and Mouse went blurry. This time she was prepared for the blast this time she knew she could deal with it. ~that’s right you can do it~ She panicked at hearing his voice in her mind and the blast ripped up through her hands, the instant she knew she lost control her hands went skyward and the river of energy lanced out, this time it was going to hit the moon. When she was freed of the agony so much power dealt her she saw a red blot on the surface of the moon, she hadn’t meant to hit it but it happened and now it looked like some of the moon was headed their way. A big piece … or two. “Oops. I don’t think the big lizards are gonna like that.”
“Eh there were only a few million of the lot left, climate shift killed off as many as this will.” He really hated time travel. “I say we’ve probly got a few more hours … want to try shooting it down instead?”
Bonnie shrugged. Wasn’t like she could go anywhere until he called for relocation. “Sure why not. Might as well see if I can make a bigger bang.” She wondered what she was going to do just then because she had no idea where the energy was stored or how to wield it, but again it didn’t matter much. If the rodent was telling the truth she could stand right under the rock that was coming and walk away after it hit. Her scan indicated the rock was some three miles across. A deeper scan showed it was worse than that, there were at least a hundred more chunks that big or bigger cast off in their direction. “I think your guess is a little off.”
Shrugging he turned and sat on the glossy ground. “Does it matter?”
“Nope not really.” She bent to pick up a stone the, the ground where they were scorched by repeated detonations which were also creating new stones, it had an odd opalescence to it then she remembered they were in what would be central america, opals and other precious stones were all over the region. With an almost casual flick she sent the baseball size piece of stone on a blistering course. Both were stunned when they noted it not only left the atmosphere but when it hit the chunk of lunar debris the flash was bright enough to see even against the rising sun. This caught their attention and they took a closer look at the stone in the general area. Deep scans indicated she had created this new deposit with her detonations, it was the size of a small mountain by this time. “Call Rufus for a lift now.”
“Done.” He would not argue, whatever the side affects were going to be from repeated exposure of her energy to that part of the planet, if the impending impact fell even close it would be spectacular and they didn’t want to be anywhere near when it did. “How does brunch in w:st="on">Cairo sound?” He really liked some of the breads he could get there.
“Naaa lets go to w:st="on">Coney Island, I heard they made a mean hotdog in the twenties.” She could get used to this time travel stuff.
Monique remembered jumping from the car hitting the ground running and then pain, lots of it. The ground wasn’t terribly hot but that wasn’t the problem, every step she took closer to Bonnie sent thousands of volts of energy through her. It was bad enough that she was in the pit at all but she was running towards the thing that was killing her. Her eyes flashed open and she wished she’d kept them closed. Staring back at her through a transparent fluid was a hugely distorted eye, it sent her into a major panic and she felt something cold the base of her neck, then she felt the world flow away. She felt warm the next time she remembered to think about opening her eyes, she was still floating in the fluid but the eye was gone. Carefully she tried to move and look around but she found she could only just barely move he head. She could look to her left or right but not up or down and it hurt like hell to do that much.
“Do not be afraid, Ms Monique, you are among friends.” The voice was female, she could tell that much “Blink twice if you can understand me please.” She blinked accordingly and waited, aside from the wrenching pain something didn’t feel right, or more to the point it was that all she could feel was a dull constant pain in her neck she couldn’t feel anything else. “You were grievously injured when you came into contact with Bonnie and the ground at the same time. It created a short that … damaged you. Do you understand.” The voice went silent and she blinked twice screaming but unable to vocalize. “We are telling you this because the damage is sufficient that the best medical procedures on earth will not help you … there is a solution but it is not easy. It will work … If you are willing.” She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and a wildly distorted face came to the front of the tank, as it moved closer she could see it was … feline.
“The damage is quite extensive and requires a radical touch, we will help you if you wish.” When she finished Monique could see another face moving into view, huge golden eyes stared into hers and blinked, one at a time. “It will be an experience like no other, we can not explain to you what you will experience because for each it is an individual uplifting. We cannot say if it will hurt or how long it will take for the repairs to begin because we must map you first to determine the best course of action. It is because we do not know what will happen we have not begun, it is your body your decision. Do you wish?” She blinked then she blinked once more. “Very well, please relax, from now on we are always with you.” The faces faded as she felt that coldness against her neck once again and slipped into another warm softness.
Betty Director truly hated this part of her job. Most people who knew of its existence assumed G.J. to be just a counter terrorism/civil defense force specializing in the … unique. It was the branch of the global under-government that kept its thumb on the good side of the line. Encouraging those like Kim Possible who showed true talent and restraining its black sheep. W.E.E. had a similar function and the organization of each side kept the world from splintering. It was functional if a touch on the ludicrous side but with some of the things she had seen in her years she learned to never ever complain, it could always get worse. Complacency meant that should things take a turn for the worse there would be massive damage, potentially massive loss of life and it could come from either side of the line. That’s what made the job such a bitch, it was also that part of the job that demanded such extremes in security. Case in point, ‘Retiree Anne Marie Possible’ former field agent/top level ‘strange shit’ investigator. She knew reading such language on the cover of a sanctioned document would throw some people but after no more than five minutes spent reading the notes in that dossier they would not complain or bring up the issue ever again.
The knock on her front door was unexpected, Anne Possible only got guests on her schedule. Guests out of turn meant things would get complicated. The instant she looked through the peep hole in her door she knew she would be needing the spare bottle of ibu for the headache she was about to have. “Why hello there Dr. what prey tell brings you to these humble premises?” If it were not for the fact that there were no les than thirty ‘fire if she farts wrong’ snipers locked on her she would have very much enjoyed punching through the door and ripping the bitches heart out. She opened it and smiled instead, allowing the woman pass.
Betty refused to smile or change the icewoman face she forced herself to wear. Anne Possible was not the person with whom to fuck, her skillset meant that she could use the very air cupped in her hand to kill a person, were she of a need to. “Just a simple visit, thought to drop in on an old friend. You know see how one of my former agents was enjoying the easy life.” For a Possible of either gender, enforced isolation and confinement was the single worste thing you could do to them … and the planet at large. She knew this danger when she forced the old crone into retirement, which meant she had to take special precautions.
After ushering the one eyed agent to her parlor Anne brewed a small kettle of chamomile, if Betty was intent on playing out the charade she would fall in line and play her bit part as well. “It’s boring as hell Betty and you know it. I’ve been wanting to hit the surf in Maui for weeks now, Florida is nice but … tame.” She had the family affliction that came with the Possible name, born to it or not. Possibles did not deal with boredom well. “The only real excitement has been Morty in thirteen. He blew up again. Some people need safer hobbies.” She enjoyed the smirk that popped up on Betty’s face, it meant she knew exactly what happened and why. The dirty old pervert deserved what he got.
“Yes I understand he is to be transferred to Brooks. I am curious though, why am I looking at a multi spectral scanner?” This grade of tech was on the ‘no-no’ list for this woman and they both knew it. ‘Because I was bored dammit!’ She heard the old woman rustling things in the kitchen as she replied, that was an understandable excuse, so long as it kept the woman from going volcanic a few ‘bent’ rules were tolerable. “Do you intend to make the yearly trip?” The answer was obvious and she could only hope Kims mother could contain ‘Agent A-go’ Of course she would go, she was bored here.
“Why yes actually, Kimmie asked me to show her a few more techniques so I’m staying the extra day.” She nudged the plate of devil yellow, Dr. Betty had but a single weakness. She could not resist a sinful sweet. It was no wonder to her why the half blind bitch didn’t see the looming threat. For not the first time in their mutual relationship Betty surprised her however, she declined the snack. Betty knew more than she was letting on and it gave her the edge. That would have to be changed.
“Excellent, I hear the party is supposed to be fun this year but I will have to miss it.” With the old bat caged in castle Possible for a few days she could spend the time and money wasted here on other tasks she needed put into motion. “You won’t be staying for the new year?” She would like to be able to believe what she was to hear next.
“No no my hearing’s shot bad enough as is and I know the show they get. Pass.” It was true enough, her hearing aide was top end cochlear implant, courtesy a flashbang in the prison riot suppression she was assigned. She didn’t much care for loud bangs after that. “I would like to hear more about my granddaughter Betty, I know you have the current data.” She was tired of the dancing she wanted live ammo.
“I don’t know why you think you have any right to know agent A-go, but I suppose as ‘her’ grandmother you should hear. She has stepped into the line.” She enjoyed that, when she knew the old woman was likely to end up needing clean underwear delivering bombshells was sweetest. “She has been in near daily communication with rogue jade. And they seem to be having fun.” She smiled a bit nervously, theyd been lucky up till now. She was willing to admit as much, this woman was also a Possible after all. “She broke her wrist, nothing terribly serious but enough that had she tried to go back into action, it could have ended badly.”
“How exactly does lil Shigo factor in Betty?” She had her ammo now.
“Shego made a challenge, one that’s off the chart and Kim accepted. Things have gone tense.” Some how she knew this woman had some hand in everything up to this point, something beyond what she knew or was telling. “I want you to understand that if anything, and I do mean anything at all happens to Kim or her family.” She leaned over and lifted her eyepatch to look the women in both eyes. “I will find you and you will beg for death. Surely you remember, I am not that merciful.”
If it were not for the decades of self control conditioning she endured, the combat the literal hells on earth she had been ordered to deal with, she just might have pissed her depends right then. She could see that while the eye she thought gone was in fact still there and fully functional it was a gruesome thing to behold. She fully understood why Betty kept it covered and never made mentioned of it or the patch. Of course she was a Possible, since Possibles can do anything … she lied her ass off. “You have nothing to fear Betty, With Mrs. Possible there and the twins I will have my hands quite full.” Whether Betty bought it or not she couldn’t tell but the younger woman did at least cover that wicked eye. “If I may ask, is that why things have been so … quiet.” She received a nod.
“Yes and its set a detonation in motion that will not be held back.” The pressure was building, bad guys didn’t take lightly to being threatened into submission. The only reason they were waiting was because … they were scared. The people who said ‘back off’ were the top. As this was also a point of contention and things would only get … well you know how it goes. Betty adjusted the patch to get it comfortable once more and leaned back with a short exasperated sigh. “Between the pair things got set in motion that should never have. We have you to thank for this fiasco if I recall correctly.” The unassuming grey haired old lady Anne Marie Possible created monsters for the side of good and one of her monsters went rogue once, she silently prayed the womans second monster would come out better.
Monique felt comfortable for a change, the last few times she came to consciousness she felt tingly and cold but she remembered she could feel. The process was nearly complete and she would soon be restored but she could sense the beginnings of something different. She was still in the fluid flooded tank, it still had the curved face that distorted things dramatically beyond certain points but the distortion was gone. Her new eyes adjusted and subtracted the distortion and enhanced for clearer view, she was glad she would finally be rid of her thrice dammed contact lenses. She heard a small chuckle at the thought, she was made aware that for her own safety they would be monitoring her thoughts, it had been an interesting experience. The eagle was a smart ass. ~How much longer till I can get the hell out of this, I know it cant be good for my hair.~ She got another chuckle, they could throw her into much worse than the suspension she was in now and it wouldn’t phase her in the least.
The solution began to drain a moment after she had asked a moment after that the curved hatch hissed before swinging open. The feline female handed her a robe and slippers so she could get more comfortable and turned to lead her to the gym. “You know the essentials Ms. Monique but now that the restoration is complete and we know you have suffered no ill affects you must be taught. You are fortunate, we can teach you from the safety of this station, your companion Bonnie … she has a much harder road.”
Monique understood plenty good, Bonnie left her a recorded message explaining exactly what happened to bring her to that point. With Aeriels help Wade filled her in on the rest, the eagle seemed to enjoy helping her be devious. The cat just seemed to enjoy being … sensuous. That dammed purr was hard to ignore. “So how many people on the station.” She was watching the ass of her feline companion as it stalked towards the mechanical door of the hospital bay.
“Currently … three hundred. There was a minor accident and we let some haulers borrow one of the bays, in a few weeks it will drop to just three.” She really enjoyed the colony they got to call home, its internal volume was hard to put into terms that a terrestrial could understand. Her playhouse was twenty miles across and sixty long, they got lost for weeks in the wilds slowly taking over the landscape.
“Accident?” “Yeah ... space isn’t easy going and when you're knocking around rocks that are essentially free drifting mountains ... sometimes shit happens … when it does it is … big ... real big.”
“So I’ve noticed.”
They rode in silence and she watched as the dark woman smiled in the thrill of microgravity. She would likely enjoy some of the sports this home had to offer. Of course if one wanted to see really big, one had to go to The Rock. The Rock was the collection point for the miners that were spreading through and across the belts. The term artificial moon was slung around a lot in describing it but as it orbited no planet the term really did not fit. She was voting for ‘ShipSate’ since it started as a collection of retired tug hulls and frames bound together.
Monique could only gape as the transit pod finally stopped and opened one the hatches. Perhaps it was the lower gravity near the centre of rotation or perhaps it was the emmense spectacle but she felt a bit faint as a cloud drifted lazily before her. As she took in the length of the vessel she made note of the brilliant reddish sphere nearing the far end. She thought the sunset affect it produced was gorgeous and then she saw the flock of exotic birds lifting from a distant lake, it looked like lightning was bouncing between them. “I think I could learn to enjoy this.”
Kahn Du smiled as she stepped out from the small coms cabinet just off the pod hatches. “I am glad to hear that Ms. Monique. Can we talk, privately?” she asked as she lead the woman away from the catgrl. Under the current circumstances she knew, just knew, her brother Will, arrogant prick that he was, he would fuck it up big time bad. It was what he did best. By deed or declaration, he had single handedly earned the worste record of sexual harassment in the agency and there were hundreds of ‘just plain fucking annoying’ complaints on the snide bastard. That was what she was here to put and end to. No way in hell was she going to spend the next thirty years dealing with him, it’d drive her every bit as knutty as Dr. Director and Gemini were. She led the younger woman into a near by seating area and slid a folder across the low table she chose. “I am not giving you that Ms. Monique it is not vital secrets about a weakness only you will be in position to exploit, I hope you understand I will not be able to talk to you … often … if you steal this while I am not looking.” With that she smiled, stood gave a brief bow and left. Monique had to stop and scratch her head over that one.
She called for a coffee and decided to take a look at the folder, once she spent five minutes browsing the assorted files she was glad the coffee was slow in coming … she would have choked and ruined the pages in her hands with coffee spray. ‘Wonder what brother dearest did to piss her off?’ No she didn’t … she was happy to find out she would be getting a new pet however, and a small empire. The empire she could do without … the pet on the other hand looked like fun. Five minutes later the eagle escorted her to another transit pod and she was swept through the looking glass, as she often referred to that day. She would spend the next week training and learning what her new body could and would do then go back in time to the day it started for her, that was the time Bonnie asked her to meet so they could decide what to do from there. She was starting to hate time travel.
Bonnie scowled as she watched the sun drop low on the horizon. The mesa they chose stood well above the vibrant desert below. “So let me see if I got this straight. This centurion armour is programmed to respond to and is driven by emotion, and the Hephaestus?” She got a nod, “Hephaestus project was a radically aggressive self-replication machine that initiates or goes dormant and I Bonnie Rockwaller, actually understand this shit, I can’t believe I actually understand this shit, all because I just … read it?”
Mouse grinned happily, test passed. “Yes Ms BonBomb welcome to your new life. Effectively Your brain has a super computer network wired through it and into it and it is … you. That said it is, for the moment, best thought of as a machine attached to you. Part of its programming is data collection, remember the display I showed you that day?” She nodded, the day they met she looked at his display pad the first and only time. “You read the collective knowledge of the species human. Well at least, as best a copy of the pan-galactica archives as I could get.”
“But you only showed me that for five minutes.”
“Exactly, it is a test for integration, only a properly interfaced mind could read and begin accessing the shear volume this soon after, you will be … stunning.” He was genuinely impressed, Drakkens lil BonBomb was a real piece of work. He hated to bring it up, he hated to use it for this purpose but it was possibly the most important test, test of her self-restraint, and he needed to know if she could pass it. “Your friend Ms. Monique will be undergoing similar adjustments, admittedly not to the same extreme as in your case.” She already got past the point of rejection now it was time to teach her the upside of being technorganic. Since he was still breathing, test passed. “I believe your training in the gross control issue is done, shall we move on to something requiring a … finer touch?”
“Stunning eh?”
“Hypernova is not far from truth.”
She snickered at that only to shake her head and wonder why anyone would want to know what the term meant. “At least I can still get drunk.”
“Indeed.” He rather enjoyed having the chance to cut loose from time to time and since Bonnie appeared to be a partier, he decided “Shall we test how far that goes? … I know this little cantina …”
“Promise me there’s no Karaoke and it’s a date.”
“I’m crazy BonBomb, not stupid.”
“And what your lady friends with the sharp claws?” She smiled in a manner he was very familiar with already. “And the beak.” All predators had that smile. It was the one they wore when they smelled fresh kill.
“Do you honestly think I’d be here hitting on you if they didn’t know I would?” He grinned happily. “Crazy not stupid. They’d gut me like a fish otherwise.”
She had to nod at that, the women were not ones to piss off, the cat was dangerous but the eagle, she was sharp.
Mrs. Possible usually enjoyed her days off, whe she was home and had the time to either catch up on her case work or had caught up on her case work and was able to just relax, life was good. Of course that usually only lasted a few minutes because Possibles don’t do bored. She might not be Possible born but she, as was the case with every female inducted into the Family Possible, had serious issues with boredom which almost invariably lead directly to problems, big problems. Possibles never did things in small ways, not even when the jobs were microscopic. The biggest problem this time was she was bored and she was bored because she was avoiding the two things that would make things exciting, Kim and Shego. Without the normally handy distraction of her husband things were likely to get rough. Currently the husband was understandably occupied, Kims birthday was celebrated belatedly after she had to rocket off and fight Shego. Now that caught her attention and she wasn’t bored anymore, she was curious. A bored Possible is a threat but a curious Possible, that was a force more dangerous than anything the mad scientists of the world could create. It was a pure grade A one hundred precent Natural Disaster. There was an entire room dedicated to the events Possible, each Possible had their own room within that room and this Mrs. Possible, she had three of those rooms to herself.
Kim sat idly running her fingers through her hair to work out the knots before she began the tedious brushing, from time to time she actually considered going with a shorter hair cut but then she thought of Bonnie and changed her mind. Bonnie could pull off the short hair look, she could not. She snickered as she remembered something, Shego didn’t go well in short hair either.
‘Something amusing Princess?’
‘Just thinking you looked good … butch.’
Shego would have dropped the binocs in her hands at that, if they hadn’t been her favorite pair, favorite because she had to spend one of her accounts to pay for pair.
‘You did. Not. … So. Not. Just say that Possible.’
‘Betcha I did.’
‘Taken to gambling with your life now Princess?’
‘It's never a gamble against you Shego, I got your number.’
‘Damned caller I.D. … you’re taking the gambling analogy to heart eh Pumkin?’
‘Everything we do is a gamble Shego, from the minute we leave the safety of our homes, which in our cases doesn’t say much, on, we are taking chances. Things work out, might not always be good but generally not always bad either but they do work out.’
‘True Point. Oh shi …’
Kim blinked and for the first time got a clean look at the face of Shegos predator, and yes, it was a predator. Some type of leopard had just broadsided Shego, this was good, it gave her fresh ammo. Closing her curtain she figured it was for the best, if she left them open Shego would get suspicious of the smile spread across her face.
Monique figured that yeah, just then she had to move her estimation of Mouse up, lots. She was enjoying the affects of a brutal afternoon of sparring with a human/feline hybrid that knew more than a thousand ways to pummel you and tease you into a frustrated mass of tension, sexual of course. As big a tease as this catgrl eaglechic combo were with a ‘just met’ she could only imagine what Mouse had to endure. She knew Kim would enjoy this, Kim refused to cut her any slack over her furry status, she didn’t care though. She had Kims number in the fetish department. Her nano-enhanced form handled the general aches and pains the session doled out but she was still a bit disturbed when she looked to her leg. She did not feel the nasty gashes running diagonal across her thigh and they weren’t bleeding anymore but when Stacy, the cat, carved them she nearly passed out, shortly there after Stacy showed her how to deal with wounds and she was already seeing it work, her leg healed completely in the span of a minute. She had no idea how long it would take her to get used to her new condition but it was proving to be every bit as unbelievable as she had been told it would be. She hated family legends.
“You have improved considerably Monique,” Stacy purred as she reclined in a long curling stretch. “Once you get used to the interface and have restored your motor coordination fully we can … take it up a notch, if you wish.” She loved watching the dark woman when she teased, some people were easier to read than others but this one was shrewd and it made things all the more fun. She almost pitied her partner, he was having to really fight with the dangerous girl.
“Actually I want to take this as far as I can, if … if some of the things I know are correct, I’ll need every edge I can get.” She scowled for a moment as she thought it over. She actually knew more of the story than she ever imagined but she thought it just family fairy tale. Fantasy and legend, stuff to keep kids entertained as they were tucked into bed, that was until she saw the mark in that file, on the one eyed mans uniform. Those were the people her father was mixed up with, and they were the ones who killed him. She wanted to know why. She was also curious why the catgrl was looking so pouty all of a sudden. “Something wrong Stacy?” She realized she should never have asked, this cat loved to play and she was currently Stacy’s favorite ‘plaything’ as Aeriel noted early that morning.
“You got lost in the past again Moni, lets play … here … now.” She blinked and when her eyes opened next she was looking at the beautiful chestnut dark skin through her full sense of sight, she could not help but wonder what this womans final form would be, there was a dominant strength stepping forward and she was getting to watch it grow. She rolled from the casually stretched position on her back to a predatory all fours stance which made Monique grin then blush and swallow. Monique hadn’t been so covert in her casual stroking as she thought and it was time she showed her the truth of that. “You have been … petting me for some days now, can I not return the favour?”
She wasn’t sure how to answer that, Monique was for a long time interested in ‘furry’ but she kept the fascination a secret, only two people she knew ever discovered her secret. One she told, freely, the other was just being a nosey friend and agreed it was both none of her business and kind of cool. That one surprised her. She did know she wasn’t sure how she felt just then, she was under the impression the cat and the eagle and the mouse were in some strange marriage. “Not to sound dense but … err wont Mr. err Mouse be upset … well … being a guy I’m guessing that was a blatantly stupid question …. Wasn’t it?”
With a playful glint in her large green eyes Stacy began circling the prone woman, she would stalk a bit longer before pouncing. Monique could only squeal when the catgrl jumped did a compact half twist and landed on all fours around her effectively caging the woman. “The only stupid questions are the unasked ones … He is probably getting Bonnie worked up … or pissed off, either way I am sure they’re having fun.” She leaned forward, that predatory look in her eyes again, when she took a deep breath she could feel the woman mere inches below shudder. “Enough about him and her, I have scented a delight I do not wish to let go of just yet.”
She was more surprised than she expected to be, she knew Stacys tongue was rough but she didn’t know it would feel that good, on her neck. She was really going to like her time here, no doubts. It turned out to be surprisingly fun once one got past the … uniqueness of the original trio she encountered upon waking, she didn’t get to spend time getting to know the rodent but the bird and feline were more than making up for that, even with the occasional painful wound. She couldn’t and wouldn’t complain about the leg, earlier in practice she accidentally broke a few of Stacys fingers only to be reminded once again, these guys were different, Stacy set her fingers and in minutes was declaring them repaired with a solid smack to Moniques head. She also realized she was now one of them, just like Bonnie … just not including the explosive part.
There was only one thing that united the Possible women when a conflict had gone on for so long unresolved, twelve hours was bad, twenty, agony. Preparing for sleep before the morning of the second day of conflict James decided it was time to take on for the family, this … this would hurt. “Honey,” He called to his wife sitting in the half-bath of their room. “I was thinking perhaps you and Kim could do a bit of roaming tomorrow, I could use the house free when I get back from my shift.” He knew this would get her attention. When they wanted to deal with the family Possible on their own terms it usually resolved down to barter, sometime it was life or death serious. Usually those were reserved for the twins who tended to be more openly explosive. In this instance, the only solution was to bribe the women of his life out of their rage and he was ok with that. Let them spend the credit card dry, it beat the alternative of another full night of warfare.
Mrs. Possible smiled at her husband and promised silently to only spend half what she could on that card. “That’s such a good idea we’ll need to wait till I can catch hurricane Kim in a lull.” James would likely be spending the morning in but returning by lunch so she would be prepared. “I’m sure Kim would enjoy a day out since she has been stuck indoors. The snow is piling up though, should we turn on the heaters?” One of the perks of marrying into a brilliant family was the toys they came with, self thawing patios and sidewalks were a wonderful thing.
Kim laid across her bed letting her head dangle over the edge so she could still see out the window but also take in the look of the lush new carpet. Her parents managed the best when it came to having the damage ‘disappeared’ and she was glad it was not coming from her wallet. As it was she had doubts about what she was going to do when she left. She had a sizable fund from her grandfather that was turned directly over to her when she turned eighteen but she didn’t want to tap that without just cause. It was something that nagged on her as she watched the snow begin to fall again. With the level of destruction she was accidentally capable of she needed acreage to avoid mass casualties. She suspected that was why Shego took the house she did, the Stoppables not withstanding most the people who lived out at this part of the valley did so because no one else wanted them around, generally this was extended coast to coast. The tweebs earned them the first familial gathering ban at public monuments and parks. It was ok if the adults or Kim went alone but the tweebs were on the ‘never again’ list and as a family they would be reminded. It took them weeks to clean the paint off w:st="on">Lincolns face. She supposed she would allow mom to make her peace offering and if it was good enough she would postone her revenge. They were all knuts if they thought literally bugging her room was going to go unpunished. Especially not when it ruined her favorite ‘around the house’ bra.
Shego yawned mightily as the big cat fanned its massive paws arcoss her stomach and chest rhythmically never quite digging its claws in but always making her twitch. After playing pet toy for a few minutes she shoved the furry beast over and got more comfortable. The great cat seemed blissfully ignorant of her state and promptly stood and began walking on her, she considered that perhaps it was time for the lump to go on a diet as she sent a low power pulse into the sheet at the exact moment it dipped its head to drag its jaw playfully for her attention. It got just enough of a zap to cause it to hastily depart. The cat did this every so often and was used to this type of force eviction, preferring it over the firehose Shego kept handy. Once she got the lights turned off and slipped beneath the black silk sheets covering her futon she expected to spend at lest an hour trying to figure out just when her curiosity turned to captivation and when that turned into admiration, and all the rest of the when dids. She wanted to know because it had happened and caught her so off guard she reacted badly initially. She wanted to think more about a lot of things but on one of the few chance evenings she was actually comfortably relaxed she just fell asleep. It had been a long time since she was able to sleep comfortably and she wasn’t sure she understood why she was now but she did.
Mishi Li Shigori swung her legs impatiently her friend Dr. Anne was here to conduct a test on someone new and she was surprised. The new person was a cute red headed girl, her pigtails looked a bit painfully tight but otherwise she looked adorable. She listened with keen interest as she heard Dr Anne and Mrs, Possible talk about the results of the test, she didn’t know what eye cue was but the number one thousand seemed impressive. She heard it a lot in reference to the power she produced. Only it was several times that as she recalled. From four to maybe as much as six thousand. She saw the red head looking at her and dropped her eyes in embarrassment, she hadn’t meant to stare, she liked the black choker with the white stone the redhead was wearing and only wanted a better look. It was rude to stare she hated it when people stared at her because of her new colour. That was when she heard the strangest greeting she ever got.
“Nice bodywork and paint job, green suits you.” Kim smiled as she got the older girls attention. She was awed at the girl she saw before her, long hair so dark a green it looked black and eyes of hard jade. “My names Kim … Kim Possible who are you?” She thought the green girl had a nice smile.
“Mishi but my idiot brothers call me Shigo, they say it fits with the family name better, not that there’s much family left.” The comet might as well have wiped them out, after everything else when it hit, no one would take them. She held out a hand and smiled brightly forgetting just for a moment that she needed to keep a certain degree of control or she would burn someone. She was genuinely terrified when she heard Kim ‘eep’ but when she opened her eyes again she saw Kims hand in hers still, both were flaming and little Kim was just standing there.
“That is spankin!” She smiled at the confused expression on the green girls face. “Don’t sweat it Shigo Princess I’ve been on fire a few times myself, burned the car to a crisp not two weeks ago.”
Before they could continue they heard Kims mom yelling at Dr. Anne before she collected her things and storming over to collect Kim. Shigo swore she never wanted to see that adult redhead mad again.
Bonnie eyed the ebony woman who stepped out of the portal nearly the same moment she did. It was good to see the woman again but there was something different, Monique was thinking pretty much the same thing. “Where to from here Moni.” Forward obviously but how. That question was the one they really wanted an answer for. She looked out over the crater she was responsible for gouging from the land, some thousands of years ago. If someone were to declare her insane just then she would not dispute it, there were perhaps a dozen people who would believe her story and most of them were directly involved in the real insanity that was coming.
Monique smiled as she saw the look in Bonnies turquoise eyes, in the entire time she had known the temperamental woman she had never once known a time when that look meant anything less than war. “We swap and compare notes, boy Kim really has stepped deep into it this time.” She didn’t blame her flame haired friend, Shego was a catch but the girl should have thought of the long term consequences first. “It’s not their fault but we can’t just let it happen.” A few of them she was going to have to really piss off, that … yeah that was gonna hurt.
It was Bonnies turn to smile, “I think that’s exactly what we need to do my dear Moni.” A sweeping swing of her arm and she turned dramatically towards the hovercar, and the cold soda that should be in its mini-fridge. It might be a stupid car but it had some cool options. “You dropped off the radar for two years, Me, I’m ‘in bed with the enemy’ as it were. No we play this right and we find out how it gets started. That’s the important part.” What she learned in her training might actually pay off but it would require pissing off the very worste people to piss off. One Kimberly Ann Possible and one Shego, she didn’t know shit about Shego aside from what she bothered to listen to while Drakken was ranting but Kim, Kim would forgive her the deception, once she had the damning proof she was promised.
“Well that makes what I have to say a bit easier BonBomb.” She sat in the car and dropped the folder into Bonnies lap then reached over the bench back to retrieve a drink for herself. “Pinch the butt and lose a finger Bon.” She knew Bonnie would be trying and the sound of a hastily withdrawn hand confirmed. Returning to a comfortable position soda in tow she ignored the twitches Bonnie suffered as she scanned the contents of the folder. “I say we take this by the horns … if you’ll pardon the expression.” She had to grab the folder before Bonnie sprayed pepsi over it. “I have things I can put into play but you don’t want to be part of it.” Uncle Vic owed her. Big time. “I plan on hitting Kim about Christmas, probably crash the party.” She needed to see the girl, it was well past time to settle that issue.
“I say we make it a date, Meet me at the mall at three and we’ll … pick up a few party favours.” She so enjoyed being devious, it was almost as good as sex. Devious sex had its own special universe in her opinion. She would play her part when the time came but until then she was free to hunt, Kimmiecub was always tops in her list of trophies.
“Girl you never let up do you?” Moni barely held the snicker in check, considering some of what she had on her plate. “Don’t forget the whipped cream.”
Bonnie couldn’t hold the grin back as she keyed up the hovercycle and they took to the air. “I have a bead on a place we can coordinate from, I’ll stash the party supplies there, should I get chocolate as well or do I get another … cherry?”
“I think a little of both sounds nice.”
Ron strolled happily down the powder fine w:st="on">beach of w:st="on">Drakkens original lair. After the last time Kim passed through the mountain had been knocked on its side which extended the land area considerably. He left Drakken and the tweebs Possible to marvel at the Henchco Insta-Lair they were being allowed to beta. He offered R&D inc. as the test lab for any of the toys Hench wanted to put to market and Hench agreed outright. If it survived the abuses of the combined devastation that is Ron Stoppable and Drew Lipsky it was ready for shipping. Bonnie proved worth the hassle for the sponsorship deals, so far only Kim and Shego rated their own combat sim mock-up but he was under the impression the Henchco techs were rushing a b-bom into production for the system. He decided to sit back and enjoy the last few hours he might have for some time, things were picking up and he needed Bonnie to return. The Bunny might go sour.
The noises faded and lights dimmed, Drakken let him know the assembly was complete and they could only wait. Bonnie would call, she was in it up to her neck. He was enjoying the warm breeze when he saw the first streak of the unusual meteor shower. For several minutes after that first faint spark the sky was crisscrossed with thousands of brilliant arcs, rainbow arcs. He dug out the new cell Dr. D. got to replace his roadkill, he actually put damned old phone under the tire of the taxi when the car finally showed. “Oh hey hello KP … is your dad there by any chance?” For once all his time spent as a rocket booster tagalong might actually pay off. “Oh hey there Mrs. Dr. P err is Mr. Dr. P. handy?”
Mrs. Possible was prepared to put an end to the minor family feud and needed to get the word out. “Hello Ronald James is on his way to the other phone, by the way, if you see the ambassador again please let him know your refugees are to be granted clemency but are expected to return for further negotiations. Please and thank you.” With a cheery smile she set the phone in its cradle as she heard her husband activate the other end.
Ron blinked, “Err yeah Hello Mr. Dr P. … err … can you answer a spacey question for me please?” He waited for the affirmative and smiled. “Comets leave behind the stuff that makes meteor showers … right?”
“Yes Ronald, we pass through the residual tails of several long and short period comets every year some are …” His wife arched an eyebrow at hearing this, Ron wasn’t normally the space enthusiast, a fact James Possible was quite content with all things considered.
“Does any of that residual stuff make it to the ground?” He felt the tingle of happiness as each question got the answer he was expecting. He couldn’t remember how he remembered these things but it didn’t matter at this point.
“Yup we call those meteorites, some can be quite large actually.” This time he arched an eyebrow, this was definitely not atypical Ron. He ran back through the list of cometary and ‘other source’ meteor showers his profession required close observation on. Billions in space research could be lost to a chunk of dust no bigger than a pea so it paid to keep these projectile swarms in mind.
“How large a chunk might break off a good size comet?”
“Some real interest in space tonight Ron, is something up?” Something was definitely up, Ron knew that it wasn’t safe to actually hunt down some of these things. A toxic fuel device or radioactive cell could easily be mistaken for a space rock if you didn’t know what you were looking at.
“ Naaa Dr. P I’m hoping something’s coming … down actually.”
“O-o-okay. Well it depends on the material composition of the source object. If it’s fragile it can splinter into thousands perhaps millions of smaller shards. If it was a true comet then you could have house sized chunks of it still zinging around out there waiting to slam into the planet whenever we get close.”
“House sized?” Could it get any better, I just need a handful but wow … if I could get a small mountain … there’s no telling … what could be done.
“Yeah some would surely be about that big … if it is an average size comet and the comet broke up though, I’d say there’s every likelihood there could be a mountain or two headed our way.”
“Thanks for the four one one Dr. P I gotta go.” He needed a car, no he needed their hovercar … Or he needed Drakken to build him a … better one. He was really going to be putting his new toys to use now. “Dr. D … yeah look I don’t give a damn if you’re … oh … ok take thirty … and fumigate … twice then I want you get started on that super floaty car you were bragging to BonBon about.”
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