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Revelation	By : pbow320 Category: Kim Possible > Crossover > Het- Male/Female Views: 12870 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Walt Disney Co. owns all rights to the show Kim Possible. I receive no monitary gain from this fiction.

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Disclaimer: The Walt Disney Company owns the rights to the TV series Kim Possible. I receive absolutely no compensation, monetary or otherwise, for this story.

Author's notes: This is a story that will try to take your normal, average Cartoon Characters to a whole different (read strange) level, and then some. This will be a story composed of quite a few clichés and a lot of the somewhat trivial, but obvious, mistakes made in a lot of Cartoons. I’ll try to point them out as you move through it. As an added bonus, it will have some sex in it.
It's a few days after graduation for our two teen heroes so this takes place just after the show ended. On the final mission Ron Stoppable was the one who saved the entire world but now he’s reverted back to the same old goofy guy he always was. For some strange reason, Kim Possible was called to a meeting at one of the big movie studios that happens to reside in the city of Burbank, California. (It’s the studio that has its logo in the shape of mouse ears.) We pick up the story upon her return to Middleton.

Revelation: Chapter 1

Ron, sitting cross-legged on the floor of his tree house and dressed in his usual red hockey jersey over a black long sleeved shirt, cargo pants and sneakers, flipped a quarter in the air, caught it in the palm of one hand and slapped it onto the back of his other. “Call it!”

Rufus, one of Ron's two best friend who happens to be the one who is a naked mole rat and somewhat intelligent, (sometimes even more intelligent than Ron even,) sat on his back haunches on the floor in front of his Big Buddy. The diminutive, hairless pink rodent thought for only a second then barked in his small voice, “Heads!”

Ron removed the hand covering the coin and gasped, “Heads! Rufus Buddy, how do you do that? That's, like, fifteen times in a row!”

Rufus shrugged his tiny shoulders and cocked his head to one side. “Dunno!” A coy smirk played across his bewhiskered face.

“Ron, Sweetie, are you up there?” Rufus and Ron heard the voice come from the lawn below the tree house and they both instantly recognized it. It was the sweet, sweet voice of Ron’s other best friend who just happened to be his lifetime companion and current girlfriend.

“Yeah KP,” Ron hollered back, cupping a hand to his mouth. “Me and Rufus are up here, just playing a game and waiting for you!”

“What kind of game?” Kim queried as she climbed up into the small aerie. She was dressed in her old, purple with yellow and red trim cheerleader's uniform but something was amiss, and Ron noticed it right away.

“Hey KP, what's with the old uniform... And why aren't you wearing any socks or shoes?”

“I'll tell you about that later,” Kim cooed and smirked as she stood up straight with her arms folded smugly under her pert breasts. She cocked her left hip jauntily. “What were you saying about playing a game with Rufus?”

Ron held up the quarter between his thumb and forefinger for Kim to see. “I've been flipping the old coin and Rufus has been calling it. He's gotten it right fifteen times in a row and I've only guessed around five of them. According to the laws of probability that we learned about in math class, neither one of us is very normal since it‘s suppose to be a fifty-fifty proposition.”

“Neither one of you is normal? That's for sure,” Kim muttered under her breath before she quickly put on a sultry smile and sauntered sexily over to her Beau to helped him to his feet. “Let's not worry about some old game of probability, Ron. I've missed you soooo much and I need you to show me just how much you've missed me.”

“Oh no,” Rufus groaned, “mushy stuff.” He took his cue and swiftly ducked into Ron's cargo pants pocket to give them a bit of privacy and avoid watching his two human pets lock lips.

“I think I'm up for that,” Ron enthuses softly as he took Kim in his arms and kissed her on the lips. It was a brief, soft kiss but there was enough passion behind it to prove to her just how he felt.

“That's just what I needed,” Kim sighed as the buss broke. She snuggled her head into the crook of his neck and sighed contently. “And I want more. A whole lot more…” Her hips began to grind and gyrate on his pelvic region suggestively. “…If you get my drift.”

“Ah, KP,” Ron stuttered and relaxed the hug he was giving his girlfriend, pulling away slightly and looking Kim in the eyes, “I thought we decided we weren't going to do much more than kiss and hug. At least not until after we get married sometime after college.”

“Welllllll,” Kim hemmed a bit as her hands smoothly caressed up and down Ron's back and finally found purchase on his firm butt cheeks, pulling the lower portion of his anatomy back into hers. “I've learned a few interesting bits of information on my little trip to the West Coast that I hope you‘ll find intriguing.”

“Your trip?” Ron pondered for a second and realized what she meant. “Oh yeah, how was you visit to the Walt Disney Studios?”

“That's something we really need to talk to about,” Kim said as she broke from the embrace, took Ron's hand and led him to the ratty, old, red sofa on one side of the room. They both sat down.

“You know you can tell me anything KP,” Ron stated in his most serious voice before his excitement over the trip came through. “Did they offer you a movie deal or something? Are you moving out there? I mean, what happened?”

“Welllllll,” Kim hedged a bit as her hands fidgeted in her lap, “Ron... You and I are... Welllllll...”

“Come on KP,” Ron urged, “You know you can tell me anything.” His face fell into despair as a few nasty thoughts of what might actually have come from said trip raced through his fertile imagination. “Unless it's something about you meeting a famous actor and having fallen madly in love with him and you're leaving me for him because that would just be wrong and I don't know what I do with myself if that happened and if it did I might just have ta do something drastic like...” His ramblings were cut short by two of Kim's fingers pinching his lips shut.

“It's nothing like that,” Kim assured her boyfriend and waited for his breathing to calm down a bit before she removed her fingers from his mouth. When she was sure she had his undivided attention again she continued. “Ron, The Disney Company wants to thank us for the past four years, and to give you this.” She produced a standard-sized, security lined envelop from out of nowhere and handed it to him.

Ron examined the envelop for a few seconds and saw his name neatly typed on the front of it with a return address of 500 Buena Vista Street in Burbank California. “What is it?”

“Open it and you'll see,” Kim stated with a small giggle, knowing full well what surprise awaited him.

Ron slipped a finger under the flap and ripped the envelop to shreds. He peered inside the various pieces before he finally took out the neatly tri-folded letter. Ron opened the letter and a slip of paper fluttered to the floor. He absently reached down and picked up the errant slip as he read the main letter. “To Master Ronald Dean Stoppable. Now that the series Kim Possible is over, The Walt Disney Company, in appreciation for the hard work you and your cast have given over the past four years...” Ron cocked his head curiously to the side and turned to Kim. “Our cast?”

“Keep reading,” Kim urged knowingly as her smile amped up a notch.

Ron cocked his head in the other direction, shrugged his shoulders dismissively then returned to the missive. “...Your cast has given over the past four years and would like to compensate you for your fine performance. Please find enclosed your final payment for services rendered during the last season. Final payment?” Ron lifted the other small piece of paper in front of the letter and stared agape at the pay check he held in his hand. “KP! This is a check for a million dollars!”

“That right Ron,” Kim purred as she slipped an arm around his shoulder. “It's in payment for the acting you did over the last season.”

“Acting?” Ron questioned. “I didn't know we were acting over the last four years. And what do you mean this is for the last season?”

“Ron!” The two teens heard the male voice coming from the lawn below. They got up and looked out the tiny window of the tree house and saw Ron's Father, Mr. Stoppable, standing below. “Here you go Ronald.” Mr. Stoppable under-handed a small blue checkbook up to Ron who caught it deftly. “I was told to keep this for you until the series ended.” He gave a jaunty wave and headed to the house, whistling a merry little Loony Tune.

“Dad Wait!” Ron yelled, but his Father simply waved again over his shoulder without looking back and disappeared into the house.

“Go ahead Ron,” Kim urged her Beau. “Let's see how much you've been paid over the last four years.”

Ron stood up from the window and opened the checkbook. His jaw dropped to around his knees as his eyes grew to the size of the hub caps on Kim's Roth SL Coupe. (The standard look of shock for all Cartoon Characters.)

“Ron?”

“Wow!” Ron murmured as he slowly shook his head skeptically. “I must be some actor!”

“How much is your balance?” Kim queried as she tried to take a peek at the ledger in the small blue book. She could only see three deposit entries in it, one for each of the first three seasons, but couldn't see the deposit amounts or the final balance that were covered by Ron‘s thumb.

“I got two and a half million dollars,” Ron uttered in amazement. “No,“ he quickly shook his head and put the check from the letter into the book, “I got three and a half million dollars in the bank. What...” Ron turned to look at Kim and gulped hard, “...What do you have in your bankbook?”

“Oh,” Kim stood up straight and blushed, “me? Well, since I was the star of the show I guess they paid me a little more. Daddy gave me my checkbook on our way back from Burbank and I have just over five million dollars from the show.”

Ron stared blankly at his girlfriend for a few seconds, which worried Kim a bit, before his emotions came through. “Way to go KP!” Ron loudly enthused with a fist pump in the air. He wrapped his arms around Kim, picked her up and twirled her around a few times before letting her come back down to Earth. (Or the tree house floor if you want to be technical about it.)

“Ron, there's more,” Kim said hesitantly as her bare feet touched the floor. She led him back over to the couch, sat down and patted the spot next to her. Ron took the offered seat. Kim took a breath and let it out quickly, setting herself for the news she had to deliver. She took Ron's hands in hers and gazed into his milk chocolate brown eyes. “Ron, why do you suppose it didn't affect you more when you found out we're only actors for Disney? You seem to be taking this news rather well.”

“KP,” Ron laughed as his goofy grin broke out in full force, “not much surprises me anymore with all that we've been through over the last four years. I mean the villains, the death rays, moodulator chips, traveling into space a coupla three times and if you remember, I was a millionaire once already. I don't think anything can shock me now.”

“Well Sweetie,” Kim stated as she sat up straight and squared her shoulders, “then I guess you wouldn't be too surprises if I told you that we're both... Cartoon Characters.”

Ron's face froze in a blank stare again at his Sweetheart, but it froze for only a moment before a wide grin broke out. “Yeah. Yeah I can see that! It all makes sense now! So, your house being completely rebuilt the next day after the invasion completely demolished it, us wearing the same clothes every day and all the adventures and stuff was written for us... To keep us in character. But, where were the scripts?”

“Ron,” Kim giggled at his naiveté, “we never needed to see the scripts. As Cartoon Characters we simply did whatever the Disney writers wrote for us to do without having to see the scripts.”

“Okay, I can see that,” Ron said jauntily before he frowned and pondered a few seconds. “So, now that the series is finished, what'll happen to us?”

“That's what the meeting with the Disney people was all about,” Kim said with assurance as the sultry side of her reappeared. “We get to live here in Middleton or we can move to Disney’s Toon Town if we want to. It's our decision. We get to live out our lives exactly as we are in case they decide to bring the cast back for a movie or if the series is renewed again; Not to mention all the merchandising that they can still sell because of our popularity over the last four years. We may be called to do a commercial or two.” She held up her hand to stop Ron from asking the obvious follow-up questions. “Now that we’re millionaires we don’t have to work at Smarty Mart or Club Banana if we don’t want to and Middleton will remain just as it is in case we’re renewed or whatever.”

“You mean I don’t have ta work at Smarty Mart with Mr. Barkin if I don’t want to? We can just live out our regular lives?” Ron hushed in amazement. “And we never grow old?”

“That‘s right,” Kim purred and wrapped her arms around his neck again. “And that's not all we get to do. Since you and I are eighteen years old now and are dating, we get to stay a eighteen year old, teenage couple forever and do what everyday, normal, dating teenagers do… In a very adult manner.” She leaned in and, as her hand landed directly on his crotch, gently brushed her lips against his suggestively.

Ron's eye grew wide in realization again as Kim’s brief buss continued for a few seconds. When her lips finally pulled away Ron’s goofy grin practically severed his head in two. (cliché) “That means you and I can... In a bed... Together? BooYah!”

“Exactly,” the auburn-haired woman purred and proceeded to fiercely lock lips again with her eternal boyfriend. This time Ron joined in on the kiss.

The game of tonsil hockey continued for a few minutes as their hands began to roam about the other's body to places that they had never been before.

“Kim,” Ron breathlessly uttered as their lips parted, “you're not wearing a… a…”

“A bra,” Kim finished his sentence as she leaned back, stripped her cheer sweater off and proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that she wasn't wearing anything under said sweater. “I know you may have had a few naughty thoughts about me and this old cheer uniform. That's why I'm wearing it now.”

“Is that why you’re not wearing any socks or shoes and you're probably not wearing any, unmentionables?” Ron queried with a wicked grin as his hands traced down her sides toward the front of Kim's skirt.

“Not yet.” Kim swiftly stood and backed away from her Beau a few steps. “You'll find out soon enough. But first, you've got to show me a little skin.” Ron quickly shed his hockey jersey and shirt and tossed them aside. “Pants, socks and shoes too. I want to see you in just your boxers first,” Kim giggled. Ron lifted up on his elbows and quickly doffed the articles mentioned before kicking them away leaving him in only his Fearless Ferret boxers. Kim bare-footed her way back to the sofa. “Now,” she purred as her hands found the waistband of her skirt, “we take off the last piece of clothing together.”

Ron stood from the couch and grasped the elastic of his underwear. Slowly, both teens pushed the final article of clothing from their waists. Kim flicked a foot backwards and the cheer skirt landed neatly folded on top her sweater, (Cartoon cliché) which was folded and lying on top of an old orange crate that posed as an end table. Ron simply kicked his shorts to the side where they fluttered through the entry in the floor and down to the ground.

“Wow KP,” Ron gasped as he stared at the beautiful, nude girl in front of him, “you look simply amazing.”

“Thank you Ron,” Kim laughed lightly, then gave out a low, slow wolf-whistle as she gazed at the form of her Boyfriend. “You look pretty good yourself. All the exercise you’ve gotten over the past four years from playing football and our missions have really shaped up your body.”

“You really think so?” Ron jovially queried as he playfully struck a few body builder poses.

“Yes I do,” Kim laughed. She suddenly became serious as she took a few steps back to fully appreciate her boyfriend’s body. Kim’s gaze drifted down his torso and fixed on the appendage between his legs. It was pleasantly large and quite meaty to her eye, even while still flaccid. (cartoon cliché. all leading male Cartoon Characters are well endowed) “But I really love what the writers did with your cock. Woof!”

“Kim,” Ron yelped in surprise, subconsciously covering the mentioned anatomical appendage with his largish hands. “What you said!”

“Ron,” Kim purred as she stepped back up to him with more sway in her hips than the pendulum of a Grandfather clock, (cliché) “it's alright for us to use those words now. We're not on television anymore so we can say words like cock, tits, pussy and whatever other fucking things we want to say.” Kim gently took his wrists and moved his hands to the side. “And right now I want to play with your cock while you fondle my tits and pussy. Then we‘re gonna Fuck.” Her hands moved from Ron's wrists to take hold of his newly uncovered dick as her lips made a bee-line for his.

“KP,” Ron softly said as his hands grabbed her shoulders and pushed her to arm’s length, effectively stopping Kim’s advance dead in its tracks.

“What?” Kim begged, taken aback in astonishment. “Don't you want to make love? Don't you want me Ron?”

“Of course I do,” Ron assured the auburn haired girl. A quirky smile played across his face. “But, don't you want to do this some place more fitting?” Ron raised his left hand and snapped his fingers. Instantly they were in a fancy hotel suite at the foot of a massive, king-sized bed. “Don't you want our first time to be in a place like this?”

“Ron? How?”

“I don't know?” Ron shrugged with his goofy smile beaming bright. “It just occurred to me that if we can travel around the world to take out the bad guys and be back in school the same day, it must mean we can change scenes at will too.”

“That makes perfect sense,” Kim brightened with the thought. “And if we can change scenes at will...” She snapped her fingers and an ice bucket with a chilled, open bottle of champagne and two glasses appeared next to them.

“Ooooo, bubbly!” Ron enthused and proceeded to fill the glasses, handing one to his red haired honey. “To our first time,” Ron cooed and clinked his glass to hers.

“To the first of what I hope will be many, please and thank you,” Kim rejoined smugly. The two teens gulped downed their champagne.

As if of one mind, the glasses fell from their fingers as they suddenly smashed bodies and lips together in unbridled passion. (cliché) Their entwined bodies danced and twisted and fell onto the bed whose blanket and sheets had magically ended up at the foot of the bed, out of passion's way. (cartoon mistake)

Kim, lying atop her Ron, finally broke from the kiss and panted slightly. “Now for the main event.”

“KP,” Ron looked a bit surprised and puzzled, “don't we need to do something before the main event? I mean isn't there suppose to be some kinda fore playing around or something?”

“Foreplay? We don’t need no stinking foreplay,” Kim growled in a faux Mexican Bandit accent as she positioned his dick at her moist, pink gate with one hand. “My pussy, she is red hot and…” Kim shook her head and came out of the South-of-the-Border stupor she had been in. Her sultry side re-emerged. “I meant to say, my pussy is red hot and I need you to douse the flames with your spunk hose right now.” She deftly engulfed his man-meat until it beached on her virginity.
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