The New Ron - Chapter 36 (NSFW) (Patreon)

“-and you're sure, Ms. Possible, that what you caught was a mannequin? It was in no way the real Adrena Lynn?” The reporter asked from off-screen, the camera-man shoving the lens as close as he could to Kim's face without inviting a lawsuit.

“Look, I think the pictures speak for themselves. A half-dozen cameras caught me holding the dummy while she was showing off after her 'fall.'” Kim smiled, holding her hands up to put some distance between them, but not backing away.

“And this isn't in any way a response to your brothers injuring themselves imitating Adrena Lynn? Your reveal of her duplicity isn't in any way a form of revenge?”

“My missions don't have anything to do with my family! And I don't do revenge! I help people, like when Pop-Pop Porter asked us to find his balloon. That's the only reason we were even in New York!”

“And you expect us to believe you had just the tools on hand to intercept an individual plummeting from a great height on you without knowing what kind of situation you were walking into?”

“Pfft! So not the drama. My team and I get in crazy situations all the time! You can totally check out everything on our website and see I'm telling the truth!”

“Good job, there,” I commented, my feet kicked up as Kim, Tara, and I watched the footage on the small TV in Kim's room. “If you actually gave ground to them, they would have smelled blood.”

“I think I would have been a stuttering mess,” Tara sighed, smiling in admiration as she carefully lifted a burrito into her mouth.

“Can we please watch anything else? I'm getting my face rubbed in it enough at school,” Kim groaned, her voice half-muffled from where she was buried under a pillow. “At least Bonnie's not joining in on it.”

“Oh, she's having fun giving interviews about being your best friend since forever,” Tara rolled her eyes, drawling out the last word.

Even as I chuckled, Kim's head popped up. “Excuse me? Bonnie Rockwaller is laying claim to the position of my BFF? Ron, why aren't you mad about this?!”

I huffed a final laugh, then shook my head. “KP, KP, KP... Bonnie is, and pardon me here, Tara... but she's an attention whore.”

“You're pardoned. Just don't let her hear you say the 'W-word,'” Tara cautioned, sticking another nacho in her mouth. “God, I can feel this stuff congealing in my arteries, but it's so good.”

“I wouldn't put up with it if it weren't pretty tasty, even if I'm not in love with Bueno Nacho like Ron is,” Kim stated, smirking at my mock-offended gasp. “But don't worry about the calories, you'll burn them off on missions like you wouldn't believe. In fact, I'd be dangerously underweight if I didn't eat so much of it. But, anyway! I know that Bonnie likes to preen for the cameras, why's that more important than her claiming your spot, Ron?”

“Because she's doing us a favor,” I elaborated, smiling as I took another bite of my own food. “She's basking in the attention, sure, but she's taking the spotlight off you in the process. She gets what she wants, we get what we want.”

Hmm... I wonder if I can pitch the idea for nacho fries? All this mock-mexican fast food has given me a craving and it would be nice to have a place that serves them all fucking year round. Goddamn Taco Bell.

“But what if she tells some stupid story about how I used to – I don't know, wet the bed or something? On national television?!” Kim asked, panicked and tugging at her hair.

“B wouldn't-” Tara caught herself and grimaced. “Okay, so Bonnie totally would have, maybe a few months back, but ever since you two stopped sniping at each other and I started dating Ron she's found better targets.”

“Because she knows that she can use you to exert pressure on me if she needs to, and through me, Kim,” I stated knowingly, shoving more food into my mouth.

Tara giggled and swatted me. “Bonnie still won't believe you figured that out on your own, you know?”

Kim opened her mouth, looking outraged on both hers and my own behalf. “She can't-”

“Calm, KP. Calm.” I soothed, pushing my food aside and pulling her to me across the bed we were casually using as a stand-in for a couch. Settling her in my lap, I felt the tension release from her as I wrapped her in a hug. “It's just how Bonnie is. Always looking for the angles, trying to get a lever. I think that's why you two butt heads so much, given how straightforward and honest you are.”

Tara's eyes widened as she considered that, moving over to put her head in Kim's lap as she set her own food aside as well. Looking up at the redhead with a smile, she grinned. “I never thought about it like that, but it makes so much sense. You and Bonnie are like, exact opposites.”

“Hmm... this totes isn't fair,” Kim whined lightly, her fingers already going for Tara's blonde locks as she nestled against me. “I can't stay mad at Bonnie like this. It's cheating.”

“We don't want to be mad at Bonnie, remember?” I asked, my lips making contact with the nape of her neck as I felt a shiver go through her. “She's doing us a favor and she's enjoying herself besides. If she actually badmouths you, she knows Tara will blow up on her and we'll be out for blood, too. She might tell a story or two, but nothing major.”

 Kim groaned as Tara kissed her exposed midriff and giggled. “I really hope my parents don't come up. My dad would freak.”

“Are you telling us to stop?” Tara asked, planting another kiss on Kim's subtly-defined abs.

“Noooo~” Kim whined torturously, drawing the word out as if it was being pulled from her lips against her will.

“But, yeah... I think I finally figured out the right way to deal with Bonnie,” I stated, resting my chin on her shoulder and breathing into her ear.

“Hmm?” Kim murmured inquisitively, twisting her rear against my lap, to intended effect.

“You let her have just enough leverage that she feels safe,” Tara explained, smiling at both of us. “I figured it out years ago, back in jr high. Bonnie's always kind of bitchy unless you let her have something she can use to force the issue, even if it's just minor.”

I decided, tactfully, not to bring up the WMD in Bonnie's arsenal, especially since it was a mutually-assured-destruction variant. Having had a steamy 'lesbian' encounter with Kim Possible would definitely turn both their social lives into a smoking crater for a while. Which was deeply unfair, but entirely on-point for early the two-thousands American midwest. That would only be for the most extreme of situations, though.

For the minor day-to-day stuff with Kim, leverage with Tara on me meant leverage on Kim through that same point of contact. The combination of the small and large methods to control the situation meant Bonnie wouldn't need to worry about Kim attacking her out of the blue and socially ostracizing her.

Which was a fear that said more about Bonnie than Kim, considering my partner's personality.

Add to that the fact that I believe Bonnie at least suspected something about Kim, Tara, and myself and it meant that, for the first time since jr high and Kim getting on the cheer squad, Tara could relax. Knowing that she could retaliate against Kim, if needed, meant that Kim wasn't an active threat to her position, even if Kim was objectively better than her by most metrics.

Well, no. Especially if Kim was objectively better than her.

That kind of thing would drive any Type A Queen Bee personality into overdrive.

“That's why she's let off, huh.” Kim sighed, letting her head fall back to nuzzle my neck as her fingers worked their magic on Tara's scalp. “I don't like it, but if it means less drama, I guess I can live with it.”

“And?” I poked, lightly.

“Aaaand, she is doing us a favor,” Kim sighed again, relaxing more fully against me with the admission. “Ugh, if I'd known this would happen I totally would have taken a pass on that mission. So not worth the hassle.”

“It'll pass. You're low-key in the news cycle pretty often, this is just a major scandal.” I chuckled, enjoying the feel of her body against mine even as I dropped a hand down to take one of Tara's in my own. She gave a reassuring squeeze and looked at me, warm and content. “It's juicier than, uh... I think they call them 'human interest pieces.' Stuff that gives everyone the warm fuzzies, like rescuing some old lady whose car breaks down in a blizzard.”

“Remind me to never mark off News Correspondent off my potential career options,” Kim drawled, a slight edge to her voice.

The reporters at the school must have really gotten to her.

“We were going to go out and do stuff, too...” Kim sighed. “Now we're trapped inside because of the press vans around my house and trapped upstairs because of my idiot brothers are confined to the couch downstairs.”

“Sucks to be in a cuddle pile with your boyfriend and girlfriend, doesn't it?” Tara asked teasingly.

“That's not the word I would use,” I interjected, grinning. “I mean, it could suck, but I'm not sure Kim would want to do that while her parents are still home.”

Both girls snorted and rolled their eyes. Kim twisted in my lap, twisting her neck to smile up at me, a blush on her face as she leaned in and kissed me directly. “D-does that mean you want it to happen?”

“I'm certainly not going to refuse,” I replied honestly.

 Kim bit her lip and turned to look down at the drop-down staircase that served as the entrance to her room. I leaned back over the bed and tapped a snoozing pink rodent. “Hey, buddy. Do me a favor and watch the stairs, will you?”

Rufus stirred and yawned widely, giving me a gimlet eye. “Watcha'got?”

“A lifetime of love and affection in a warm and safe home?” I asked, my voice and expression deadpan.

Kim and Tara giggled.

Rufus cocked his head and scrunched his face, scratching at his chin. “Cheese?”

I dropped my eyebrows. “You've had too much cheese lately buddy, and you just had a cup from Bueno Nacho. Not happening. How about I get you that new habitat we were looking at a month ago? But you owe me more than just this, right?”

Rufus perked up, then visibly hesitated before nodding. “Deal!”

Watching him run off to take a perch on the second or third step down the ramp, I nodded to the girls. “Might not have a watchdog, but Rufus is close enough.”

Kim bit her lip for a moment, then nodded firmly. “Alright. We can do... some stuff. Clothes stay on, though, just... unzipped and stuff.”

“Sounds fun,” Tara stated, reaching under her skirt and pulling off her panties with one smooth motion. “These don't count since no one can see them, right?”

Kim rolled her eyes and sighed. “Just don't trip in front of the 'rents, okay? My dad might pass out and my mom would have questions.”

I chuckled as Kim rolled off me and slid her fingers in to grasp the button of my jeans. “Just a quick one, okay?”

“Fine by me,” I reaffirmed, deciding to give in to my curiosity. “I wasn't expecting you to be okay with it, though. I was mostly teasing.”

Kim blushed as she pulled my cock out. “I-I'm allowed to let my hair down and relax, aren't I? You keep telling me that I don't have to take things so seriously, right?”

“I'm not complaining, just surprised.” I stated, sighing in pleasure as her warm mouth envoled my length.

“M-maybe... you shouldn't be,” Kim stated, coming up for air before dipping back down and swirling her tongue around the head of my cock.

“Oooh, that looks fun, lemme help?” Tara asked, nuzzling up next to Kim between my legs. “I always saw double-blowjobs in porn and thought I'd never get a chance to try it out.”

Kim pulled back, letting Tara dip her head down on my rod. Her technique was different than Kim's, involving more sucking than tongue-work, but there was certainly nothing to complain about. Groaning quietly in the back of my mouth, I leaned back against the bed fully and threw my arms wide and gripped the sheets.

“How much porn do you watch, anyway?” Kim asked Tara, bowing low to slide her tongue along the exposed part Tara couldn't choke past.

Tara pulled herself off my dick long enough to answer, one hand supporting herself and the other out of sight beneath her skirt. “About an hour or two? Every night? Around that.”

I blinked. Kim paused.

We both stared at the blonde, who stared back vacantly. “What?”

“That's a fuckton of porn,” I noted idly, impressed. “Pun intended.”

“It's not that much. I used to watch way more with Bonnie when we were in junior high. Like, we'd grab tapes from my parents' collections or the stuff her dad left in the basement and go at it all night.” Tara shook her head, then opened her mouth and dropped down to service my dick again.

Kim worked her mouth again. “This day keeps getting weirder. First Bonnie covering for me with the press and now I learn that she had marathon porn binges during sleepovers. Did you, two... uh... ?”

Kim made some vague motions with her hands.

I sighed in contentment as Tara gave me one last suck before pulling her head off. Despite the fact that Tara couldn't have possibly seen those vague motions, Tara rolled her eyes. “If I told you Bonnie and I did, you'd probably let something slip and she'd be angry. If I told you we didn't, you'd let something slip and B would be angry that I hadn't talked her skills up to land a few one-night stands.”

Kim blinked, cocking her head. “I didn't really think Bonnie was that into girls.”

Then she cocked her mouth.

Tara rolled her eyes. “It's a big secret for her and any girl she picks up she has to have a lot of leverage on to make sure they won't rat her out to her sisters or her mom. B's mom would be really disappointed, but her sibs would make her life a living hell, even more than they do now. So Bonnie would go totally nuclear if you let it get out.”

Kim and Tara swapped again.

“As long as Bonnie doesn't start anything, I'll keep it civil. Promise.” Kim paused. “But, uhh... what kind of p-porn is your favorite, if it doesn't bother you?”

Tara forced herself to a new depth on my cock before she pulled back, breathing deeply. “Hmm... still getting used to that. Ah... I guess I like orgies the most? Or anything with lots of people in it,even if they're all doing their own thing.”

My eyebrows rose as the girls kept switching off sucking my dick while talking about porn. Kim's face was substantially more red, though, while Tara seemed to be fairly at home talking about the perverted subject.

“I... yeah, that kind of makes sense,” Kim muttered on one of her breaks.

“What about you?” Tara asked as Kim ducked her own head, receiving only a curious grunt in return that felt wonderful. “What type of porn do you watch?”

Kim flushed even more deeply, rising from where she'd knelt and letting her hand take over. “Ah... I don't? Much? Or, um... at all, really?”

Tara's eyes widened. “No way! I'll totally have some stuff that I can recommend for you next time. A bunch of different things so you can find out what you like.”

“I-um, thanks?” Kim squeaked at the offer, then stilled as Tara leaned in to press their lips together.

“No problem, girlfriend.” Tara giggled.

I groaned as Tara's hand joined Kim's, both girls looking to me with grins on their faces. Kim bit her lip, suddenly, looking nervous, but pushed ahead with her characteristic stubbornness. “What kind of porn do you like to watch, Ron?”

“Mostly the kind with girls in it,” I replied throatily, to which I got giggles. “But... ah, anal? And, well... anything with casual nudity.”

“Casual nudity?” Kim asked, her brows furrowed.

Tara grinned. “Basically being naked anywhere you wouldn't normally be. Like, lounging on the living room couch nude. Or out in a public park or something. It's like exhibitionism, but you don't have to have anyone see you.”

Kim's blush ran down her neck and into her blouse in a heartbeat. “N-naked!? O-outside?! I, um-” She looked between the grinning Tara and my own casually-exposed dick she still had her hand on. “I-I don't think I'm up for that, just yet.”

I leaned forward and kissed her reassuringly. “That's fine. This is more than enough for me right now.”

“It's more than enough for me, too,” Tara giggled, bending down to resume giving me head.

I came pretty quickly after that, leaving the girls to share my load between them. Which, admittedly, left them occupied when the kimmunicator started going off a few moments later. Sighing and reaching over, I grabbed the offending device and tapped it on. “You're go for the Ron-Man. What's up Wade?”

“Adrena Lynn just kidnapped Bonnie Rockwaller!”

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Here we go! Another chapter of The New Ron, dealing with the fallout of Kim saving Adrena Lynn's mannequin and revealing her deceit! It. And the fallout's not over yet, but there's enough quiet time for a quick exchange of intimacy.

Next up will be a chapter of Winning Peace and... something else. Not sure what. Mystery Box!