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A Possible Pony	By : TheEvilFaery Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 31168 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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A Possible Pony
By The Evil Fairy
Part One
Kim Possible hung a few last things in her closet, stepped back, and sighed, looking around her mostly in order room. She was home for the summer from Hong Kong, the first of what she hoped would be many semesters abroad, and she had just gotten the last of her things unpacked. Right now, she was really looking forward to a long hot bath and a good night's sleep.
But of course that was the moment the Kimmunicator chose to go off. "Ni hao, Wade," she said warmly as her friend and tech expert appeared on the small screen.
"Hey Kim," Wade replied with a grin. "Doing the Chinese thing, huh?"
"Still a little culture shocked coming home, I guess," Kim smiled. "So what's up?"
"You got a hit on the site."
Kim had been expecting that, but decided to let out a tired groan anyway. "Can it wait till tomorrow, Wade? I'm pretty wiped here."
"I kinda figured, but this one's actually from your uncle, so I thought I better patch it through."
Kim blinked in surprise and plopped back, cross-legged, onto her bed before responding, "Uncle Slim? Yeah, go ahead." Wade nodded, and a moment later the screen had an image of Kim's cowboy uncle.
"Howdy there Kimmie," his message began, and even on the tiny screen Kim couldn't miss how worried he seemed to be. "Look, I know you're just gettin' home and all, but I could really use your help." He took off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair with a sigh before continuing.
"It's Joss...now before you start, I know little girls gotta grow up, and I know no father likes to admit that, but her new little 'phase' has me more worried'n a shaved cougar in a cactus patch. I'm gettin' to be an old fella, but I thought I handled all the black clothes and the dyed hair pretty good...but now I'm startin' t'get the feeling she's really gettin' into trouble. She still looks up to you, and I think this could really use a female touch, so if you could come up to Montana for a few days and see what you can do, it'd really set my mind at ease."
The message ended, and Kim tapped her chin thoughtfully. "So what's the plan Kim?" Wade asked when he appeared once more.
Kim shrugged carelessly, "Go ahead and call in a favor. Ron's not coming home from the Yamanouchi school for a couple of weeks, and I guess I can chill at the ranch for awhile."
"You think Joss is really getting into trouble?"
"I doubt it," Kim said with a chuckle, "and it sounds like Joss might just be going goth. But I've never seen Uncle Slim that worried, so I’ll just head down there, tell him she's not really turning into a vampire, end of sitch. I mean it's Joss. How much trouble could she be getting into?"
"I guess you're right. I'll arrange a ride to Montana tomorrow."
"Please and thank you!"
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Late afternoon the next day Kim gave her thanks to the Army Rangers who had given her the chopper ride to her uncle's ranch and hopped off the helicopter. Slim and Joss were standing there, waiting for her.
Ooo-kay, Kim thought as she laid eyes on her young cousin, I guess she went goth and kept driving till she hit punk. Completely gone was the freckle-faced, auburn-haired farmgirl Kim remembered. Joss's face had been made up into a pallid white, with thick black eye shadow and matching black lipstick. Her hair had been bleached and dyed a bright blue, hanging down and framing her ghostly face between two cobalt locks. It was a familiar look, but Kim couldn't recall off the top of her head who the girl was trying to emulate.
She wore a plain black t-shirt over a long-sleeved shirt with black and white horizontal stripes, both of which left her midriff exposed. Below that she wore a scandalously short black skirt with fishnet tights than ran down into a pair of combat boots. She had spiked leather cuffs around each wrist, with a collar of the same style around her neck. When she caught sight of Kim, her old perky smile appeared for just a moment, but was quickly suppressed by a dour scowl.
"Howdy Kimmie!" Slim greeted her, stepping forward for the quick hug Kim offered. "Ain't you a sight for sore eyes?" He nudged his daughter's shoulder and cajoled, "Nice to see Kim again, huh Jocelyn?"
"I guess so," the young goth muttered, crossing her arms and taking a few sullen steps away. Slim gave Kim a helplessly apologetic look and shrugged, but Kim just smiled dismissively and shook her head. The helicopter rose quickly into the sky, leaving the three of them alone in front of the ranch house.
Kim bit her lip, unable to keep her eyes from drifting down Joss's back. Her young cousin’s hips had filled out in the year or so since they'd seen each other, and the tight little skirt left very little to the imagination. Her legs had gotten longer as well, and while the boots were kind of unfortunate, the fishnets were really hot...
With an internal laugh at her own perversity, Kim blinked and shook her head, forcing herself out of her reverie. Let's not ogle the junior high cousin, she chided herself. It's been awhile since you and Ron...but you're not nearly hard up enough to perv out that hard!
"Alrighty then, ladies," Slim exclaimed, clapping his hands together, "Let's get Kim set up a guest room and get some grub in her. Then I gotta get packed up too."
"Wait, what?" Kim asked, turning to her uncle. "What are you packing for?"
"Didn't I mention?" Slim scratched his head, looking a little too surprised. "I gotta head to a cybernetic convention...I'll be gone all week." Kim opened her mouth, but before she could protest, Slim held his hands up placatingly. "Now, don't you worry none. Everything's all taken care of. All you gotta do is relax, Kimmie. That alright?"
Kim sighed a little, but shrugged and nodded. Being left alone with the Princess of Darkness hadn't really been the plan, but as long as farm chores weren't on the menu, she supposed she could deal.
Slim picked up Kim's small suitcases and headed towards the house. "I'll just put these in your room and get dinner started," he said. "Why don't you girls catch up?"
Once he was out of sight, Kim smiled and walked around to Joss's front. Joss kept her arms crossed and turned her head to the side. "Hey there!" Kim said brightly. "So...I like the new look."
"I know why you're here," Joss said in a tone that was almost a sneer. "Daddy just wants you to make me start actin' 'normal.'"
"Well, yeah." The frank admission surprised Joss, and she finally turned her made-up face to her former idol. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to." She laid a hand on Joss's shoulder before continuing, "Look Joss, your dad's just worried about you because he doesn't understand." Joss's snort made it clear what a massive understatement she thought that was, and Kim chuckled, "I know it. Trust me Joss, I think you should be able to express yourself however you want, as long as you're happy." The young heroine tilted her head quizzically. "So, are you happy?"
Joss licked her black lips and sighed. "I dunno..." she shrugged, "I guess."
Kim just smiled. "When I was your age, I didn't know either. Don't worry about it." Almost unconsciously, Joss's own hand came up to cover Kim's where it rested on the younger girl's shoulder. She gave a small, hesitant smile and nodded. Together, the two of them walked into the house.
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Dinner passed uneventfully, and Kim hadn’t remembered feeling quite so stuffed in a long time. As soon as she was finished eating, Joss dashed up to her bedroom, and a few moments later the muffled sound of loud rock could be heard thrumming through the house. Slim, loading up the dishwasher, looked up for a moment and sighed, shaking his head.
Kim was sitting nearby, sipping a glass of milk, and smiled. “You worry too much, Uncle Slim,” she said reassuringly. “Joss is obviously still a little confused about her identity, like a lot of girls her age. A phase like this is totally normal."
“I suppose you might be right,” Slim agreed wearily. “I knew things would start gettin’ rough, but I didn’t see all this mess comin’.”
“You two just need a little help communicating,” Kim advised. “And if I were Joss, I’d be feeling pretty lonely all the way out here all summer.” A thoughtful expression appeared on her face at that, and she smiled again as an idea hit her. “But don’t worry…I think I can help with that!”
“Well, thanks again for comin’ out, Kimmie,” Slim said gratefully. But as he turned, he saw that his niece had already slipped away.
In fact, Kim had gone up to her bedroom to get a comforter and a couple of pillows. Nothing says ‘girl bonding’ like a slumber party, she thought to herself with a giggle as she headed to Joss’s room. As she approached the door, she could see that it was actually vibrating slightly from the impact of the metal blaring through it.
“Joss?” she called out, knocking forcefully. There was no response, and she tried again, louder. Again, nothing. A few more fruitless attempts later, and she was pounding on the door with both hands as hard as she could.
Finally, the music cut out. “What is it?” Joss exclaimed, her voice sounding breathless and irritated.
“It’s Kim. Can I come in?”
There was a loud thump, and a short, pained cry that told Kim her young cousin had fallen. “Yeah,” Joss squeaked, “just gimme a sec to straighten things up!” The sounds of frantic movement emanated through the door now, and after about two minutes, Kim knocked again.
“Joss, is everything okay in there?”
“Fine!” Joss gasped. “Everything’s great Kim…just need another minute!” It was actually more like three, but finally Joss yanked open the door. She was still clearly out of breath, her clothes looked a bit rumpled and her ghostly face was sweaty, despite the fact that she’d obviously done a rushed touch-up job on her makeup. “What’s up?” she asked, trying to lean against the door casually.
“Um, you’re sure everything’s okay?”
“Oh yeah, just doin’ a little house cleaning,” Joss replied hastily, tucking a blue lock of her disheveled hair away from her forehead.
“Alright…” Kim decided to let it go for now. “Anyway, I was just wondering if I could crash in here tonight, maybe have a little slumber party?”
Joss’s eyes widened in surprise for a moment, and her mouth dropped open. “Um…yeah!” she recovered quickly, although her smile still seemed kind of nervous. “That sounds great!” She opened the door a little wider, allowing Kim to step inside. As Kim began laying her things on the floor, Joss went into her dresser and pulled a few things out.
“I’m just gonna take a quick shower!” she half-shouted as she bolted out of the room.
Kim scratched her head as she looked after the young goth, a puzzled frown on her face. “Huh. That was…different."
Sometime later Joss almost looked normal, the black and white mask washed from her face. Her hair was still incandescent blue, of course, but it was much closer to the Joss Kim remembered. Her sleepwear wasn’t particularly gothic either, just a simple long, blue t-shirt.
Her room was a clear reminder of her recent change in tastes, though. The posters of Kim and Ron were long gone, replaced by a rather more grim collection of images. One singer dominated the posters, and finally Kim could remember who Joss’s new hairstyle reminded her of.
“I guess you’re into Ember McLain, huh?”
“Huh?” Joss looked up from where she sat on her bed, reading. “Oh, yeah. She’s awesome. Did you hear she adopted some girl my age a couple of months ago?”
“Yeah, I think I remember hearing something about that.” Kim sat down on the pallet she’d made herself on the floor. Joss had been nice enough to lend her a sleeping bag, so it was a lot more comfortable than she’d planned.
Joss sighed longingly and lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling. “That girl’s so lucky…I wish I was her.”
“Well I’m glad you’re you.” Kim replied, folding her arms on Joss’s mattress and looking over at her.
Joss actually flinched a little at that before turning to look at her older cousin. “You wouldn’t, if you knew the real me,” she said solemnly before rolling onto her side, facing the wall away from Kim.
“Joss?” Kim called after her in a half-whisper.
“I’m no good, Kim.” Joss said, and Kim’s eyes widened as she saw her slim shoulders begin to shake. “I’m no good at all.” With no further warning, Joss burst into tears and Kim hurriedly got up and slipped into bed beside her. Joss rolled back over and clung to her tightly, burying her face in Kim’s shoulder as her body heaved with sobs.
“I’m so bad!” Joss cried out against her. “I hate it, but I can help it!”
“What are you talking about?” Kim asked in a low, soothing voice, running her hand over Joss’s hair. “You’re not bad at all!”
“Yes I am! I’m awful!” Joss wept in obvious anguish. Kim was shocked by the violent self-hatred in her voice, and for the first time she began to get really worried herself. “If you knew…oh God Kimmie, you’d hate me so much!”
“Joss, I’d never, ever hate you, I promise,” Kim cooed, hugging Joss’ small form tightly. “Whatever it is, it’s okay, I swear.” Joss just shook her head and kept on weeping, her sobs gradually becoming weaker and weaker until she finally cried herself to sleep. Kim looked down at Joss’s young face, red and tear-streaked, still bearing a painful expression. The red-haired hero sighed deeply, a worried frown sinking onto her features.
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Slim left mid-morning the next day. Kim got up in time to see him off, but Joss was extremely uncommunicative when Kim tried to roust her out of bed. Slim gave Kim a quick rundown of security, safety and how to reach him in case of emergency, and then he had to be on his way. Kim watched him vanish down the dusty trail before turning back into the house.
Taking a seat at the kitchen table, Kim rested her head in her folded arms and tried to think. This went beyond the usual pubescent angst...something was happening that was making Joss just loathe herself. Now Kim had to find out what it was and somehow convince the girl it wasn't that bad.
Heaving a tired sigh, Kim headed upstairs to see if the subject of her musing was up yet. To her surprise, she found the bedroom door closed, when she was certain she'd left it open. Kim lifted her hand to knock, but stopped herself just in time. Something weird had happened last night, and it had started with Joss behind a closed door. Oppressively loud music aside, there was a chance that whatever it was, it was happening again.
Not at all sure she was doing the right thing, Kim crept downstairs and outside. Getting to the roof below Joss' bedroom window was laughably easy for the talented young hero, and as she flipped up into position, she noticed that the window was open a bit. That was good, as it allowed Kim to hide completely out of sight and listen for clues first.
She didn't have to wait long. "Please don't!" Joss's voice sounded tearful and frightened as it drifted out of the heavy black curtains. "Please Kim, don't make me do that!"
What the hell? Kim thought, now thoroughly confused. Very, very carefully she lifted her head to peek inside. And very nearly fell off the roof in utter shock. The gap in the curtains provided a good view of the small bedroom, so Kim could see that Joss was indeed alone...but the game of pretend she seemed to be playing was advanced, to say the least.
The young girl was kneeling beside her bed, turned so that she was in profile to her unseen observer. She had made herself up once again, though the black around her scrunched-shut eyes was smudged and running from the tears leaking down her cheeks. The white of her face was even more striking thanks to the contrast of her exposed skin, as other than the spiked leather at her neck and wrists, she was completely naked.
Those little accessories were actually performing a function now as well. There was a short length of thin chain running between her wrists, which were crossed behind her back. And most shocking to Kim, there was actually a leash attached to the spiked collar, running back to one of Joss's bedposts. And from the way she was leaning forward, it was clear she was trying to feel its restraint.
"No, no, no!" Joss begged again, shaking her head from side to side. "I'll be a good girl...I'll do anything you say, just please don't make me!" There was a short pause, and Kim had to wonder what Joss's fantasy version of her was saying. Joss lowered her head and her tears fell freely to the ground, sparkling faintly in the dim light. "I'm sorry Kim," she whimpered. "I'll be good...please don't hurt me again."
She started to shift position, lifting herself onto her feet, and as she moved, Kim noticed something on the floor behind her. It was a slender, rounded rod that bulged slightly in the middle, maybe six or seven inches long. Black and shiny, it seemed to be made out of plastic, or maybe very smoothly polished wood. It could have been a long handle to a hairbrush, but whatever it was, it was jutting out from the floor obscenely, held upright in some way Kim couldn't see from her vantage point.
But it was obviously secured in its position from the way Joss was now squatting over it, letting the rounded tip press into the entrance to her young pussy. "Do I have to?" she asked, her voice faint and sad. Another pause, and then Joss sniffed and nodded, beginning to cry in earnest. "I'm a bad girl..." she whispered through her tears, shuddering deeply as she sank down onto her makeshift dildo. When it was halfway inside her she paused, twitching slightly.
"I'm such a bad little girl!" she gasped at last, slowly beginning to work her little quim up and down the toy. Kim could see her nectar trickling down the thing to the floor below. "Watch me Kim!" Joss was begging, still crying. "Watch what your nasty little cousin can do!"
"I'm watching you Joss," Kim whispered, barely breathing. She pressed her thighs together tightly and brought up a hand beneath her shirt and bra to rub one of her fully erect nipples between her thumb and forefinger.
"I'm sick, so sick and gross!" Joss wept in pure humiliation, jabbing her toy in and out of her sex faster and deeper. "Wantin' my cousin to watch me...everyone would hate you if they knew Joss! Everyone should hate you!" Her small, almost perfectly flat chest was heaving with sobs, her engorged nipples standing out like dark pink pencil erasers. She pulled forward on her leash until Kim could hear her breath coming in harsh, labored gasps.
"You sick...little...pervert!" With each word, Joss slammed her ass to the floor, shoving the slick black rod's full length into her greedy cunt. The last exclamation would have been a screech, but the collar was digging into her neck so deeply that it came out as just a strangled croak. A spasm ripped through her body as she had a violent, desperate orgasm. The young girl's eyes rolled back into her head, and she would have collapsed forward if the leash hadn't stopped her. Instead, she sort of rolled to the side and fell over facing the window, the improvised sex toy sliding easily out of her love canal. Fortunately for Kim, her eyes were still squeezed shut.
Joss curled into a tight, fetal ball and began crying again, not as violently as before, but there was so much sadness and regret in that sound that Kim thought her heart would break. Certain that she couldn't listen to it any longer without doing something that would reveal her presence, Kim silently slipped off of the roof back to the ground. Her mind was an absolute blank as she crept back inside and up to her room. It was only after she'd flipped open her laptop and had her credit card out that she began to consider what she seemed to be doing.
Instantly, two little Kim Possibles appeared on her shoulders. The angelic one had the requisite halo and wings with a long, flowing white gown, while Evil Kim had tiny black horns, a pitchfork and a shiny red bra and mini, with matching stilettos. "I cannot believe you're even considering this!" Good Kim exclaimed, disappointment etched on her tiny features.
“Really?” Evil Kim chuckled. “I can, and I say go for it. I mean, she wants it, you want it…”
“I do not want it!” the real Kim Possible protested. “But her outlook on her own sexuality is obviously really screwed up, and this isn’t something that’s going to be fixed by sitting down and talking about it.”
Good Kim folded her hands into her sleeves, looking skeptical. “Oh yeah? Well, if it’s really that big a problem, maybe she really needs professional help.”
“Yeah, right,” Evil Kim scoffed, “sure, send her to a shrink.”
“And what’s wrong with that?” Good Kim huffed.
“Just that said doctor will treat her like she’s some kind of deviant sicko, just like she thinks she is. Let’s be honest here…any psychiatrist Joss ends up seeing with be telling her that only ‘normal’ sexuality is ‘healthy’ for her right now.”
The angel coughed and blushed. “Well, isn’t it?”
“I dunno,” the devil grinned, pointing her pitchfork up at the real Kim’s face. “Why don’t we ask her?”
“What’s the supposed to mean?” Kim asked, blinking.
“Oh come on, Kimmie!” Evil Kim drawled. “You were more turned on watching Joss just now than…than…”
“The last time she was with Ron?” Good Kim suggested. At that, Evil Kim burst into a gale of cynical laughter so intense that she fell on her back, holding her stomach. In her prone position, it was clear to see that Kim’s personal version of the devil did not wear panties.
“Yeah, Ron!” she gasped, desperately trying to get herself under control. “Good one, Wings!”
“Kimberly and Ronald have a very loving relationship that is quite healthy, both physically and emotionally,” the angelic Kim chided, holding her hands on her hips.
Evil Kim sucked in several deep breaths and pulled herself up into a cross-legged postion, her pitchfork balanced in her lap. “Uh-huh.” She looked up at Kim with an evil grin, and when she spoke it was in a cloying tone of insincerity. “And I know she’s just been trying her cute little ass off. But I think everyone here knows that nothing the two of them have done together so far has gotten her half as wet as three minutes of fighting with Shego.”
“Be that as it may,” Good Kim replied severely, “there is a world of difference between that and what she’s planning to do with young Jocelyn.”
“Oh yeah?” Evil Kim answered skeptically. She hopped up and began speaking persuasively right into Kim’s ear. “Look Kimmie, we both know that what Joss really needs is to understand that her tastes, different as they might be, don’t make her a bad person. And who better to teach her that than you?”
“I…wouldn’t know how,” Kim whispered uncertainly.
“Why are you trying to lie to me, Kimmie?” Evil Kim giggled. “One, I’m just a personification of the abstract concept of a ‘dark side.’ And two, who do you think is sitting on your shoulder every time you decide to spend an evening tickling the bean in front of the computer? I know just what you like to see, and a lot of it was just on display up in that bedroom.”
“This could be a very bad road to go down,” Good Kim said warningly, and Evil Kim rolled her eyes and vaulted nimbly over Kim’s head to the ‘good side’s’ shoulder.
“Check this out, Kimmie,” Evil Kim said, and with a flourish tore the gown off of Good Kim, revealing that beneath the white drape the tiny angel had on a white lace teddy, garters and a thong.
Good Kim gasped and tried to cover herself. “This is most inappropriate!”
“You bet it is!” Evil Kim leered, scooping her double into her arms and giving her a long, lingeringly wet kiss. Good Kim tried to pull away for half a second before returning the kiss with a low moan, reaching up to stroke her finger along the evil one’s tiny horns.
“See that?” Evil Kim gasped as she ended the kiss. Good Kim immediately began nuzzling her neck, making tiny mewing sounds. “Even the ‘good’ one’s kinky. But hey, it’s your call. Do whatever you want. Right now, I have a halo to tarnish.” Good Kim giggled naughtily, kicking her ankles back and forth. And with that, they both vanished in a puff of smoke.
Kim leaned back, trying to concentrate on the problem at hand and not the fact that she was so hard up that her inner moral conflicts were turning into narcissistic porn. She thought hard for quite awhile, but finally she closed her eyes and let out a small sigh of surrender.
She returned her hands to the keyboard and went to HenchCo.com. Logging in as ‘Sheela’ she went to a section of the site she had bookmarked.
“Tired of the same old interrogations?” the site proclaimed. “Is that hated hero also a special someone? Or maybe there’s just a particular henchman-or-woman who needs a new kind of ‘discipline.’ HenchCo’s Erotic Villainy Center can show you what naughty and nice is really all about!"
With another sigh Kim opened her wishlist, adjusted a few things and clicked on ‘two hour black helicopter shipping.’ And then, she waited.
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