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"Kimmie…, be a dear and take Orion and Hunter for their evening walk."
"Okay, Mom."
Kim promptly paused her program's playback, ensured it was still saved, and stood up. She turned to where the family pets, a pair of huge Harlequin Great Danes—mostly white coats, each with black about one eye; a solid squarish patch about Hunter's left, but an O ring around Orion's right—lounged near the fireplace. James had designed the thing with electric heater elements for when starting an actual fire was too work- and time-consuming. They were nearly the size of ponies at about forty inches at their withers.
"Sure thing, Mom. Come on boys, ~walkies!~ !"
Per their training, the carriage dogs obediently stood to heel at both sides of the girl. Her father momentarily placed his newspaper in his lap.
"Kimmie-cub, neither Orion nor Hunter are boys. They are adults. Don't treat them like boys."
"Okay, Dad. Got it. Wow. It just struck me how handsome they are."
After their daughter led the animals to the garage entry, Ann turned to her husband.
"Really? Still running the No Boys programming on her?"
James shrugged.
"I laid an extensive foundation with all the No Boys groundwork. Shame to see it go to waste."
"But you messed up and she's nearly ready to come out Bi or Lesbian–"
"I may have overplayed my hand some."
"And you're trying to over-correct her into sex with dogs?"
"Cocks are cocks."
"You're just banking if she'll fuck dogs, you might get yours in her too."
Newspaper back up.
"One can only hope, My Dear. One can only hope."
The Possibles are pet owners.
Orion and Hunter—named for the constellation—are a pair of Combat-Assault trained Great Danes acquired by James Possible—courtesy of his security clearance levels—to accompany his daughter shortly after she added missions to her life goals.
Handsome Harlequin specimens—white base coats speckled with black markings; visually similar to Dalmatians, yet a separate, unrelated breed—standing forty-four inches at the shoulders; fifty-five at the top of the head, the base of the ears; they were slightly larger than usual. Brothers, they were virtually twins but for Orion having a black O-ring about his right eye, and Hunter, a boxy, almost square, solid black spot over his left.
Well-trained, the dogs were quieter than most, not barking without reason or at the tiniest detectable motions of nature. Alert to strangers encroaching on their property and family spaces, warning vocalizing was reserved for perceived threats.
However, Kim was quite set on Ron being at her side. With his father—Abel Benjamin Barak Stoppable—extremely allergic to virtually every fur-bearing animal, the boy needed to minimize exposure to the dogs to avoid carrying contaminants home. For the sake of Jim and Tim, who are mostly responsible for the twin brothers, Hunter and Orion remain crucial members of the Possible family.
However, with the end of summer vacation and the restoration of weekday Tweeb bedtime, Kim was squarely responsible for the dogs' evening needs. Just a moment prior, her mother tasked her with their nightly walk. With a nod, the teen paused her television program stream, rose, and sing-song voice invited the dogs for ~Walkies~.
The two followed quietly. Hardly ever barking, they were mostly silent, reserving the majority of their vocalizations as whines, wuffs, and chuffs between themselves. The only times she ever heard them growl were during tug-of-war-type games with her brothers, which the girl related to. The Tweebs often elicited growls from her.
On her way out, she paused at the stop'n'go pantry to grab several pouches of trail mixes formulated for human and canine consumption. Several kinds differed from a base formulation by various primary additions, such as apple slices, bananas, balls of peanut butter, sweet potatoes, broccoli, and the like. Some ingredients were cooked, some raw, and clustered and balled where possible.
Opening one of the zip-open pouches, eliciting eager wuffs, she tossed each a morsel. Snatched midair to disappear down eager gullets. Kim took a quick moment to pat each on the back of their necks.
So much more obedient and disciplined than your usual caregivers. You'd never prank me, would'ya fellas?
Grabbing a long-handled device, the dogs pacing at either hip, Kim led them out onto the rear deck, across the backyard, and through the forest growing wild behind their property. Bypassing a good stretch of the sidewalks in front of their and neighboring houses.
A sing-song command of ~Sniffles~ freed them to explore the trees, bushes, poles, and the like for things of canine interest, chuffing as they found scents—theirs and others—refreshing their own as they went. Kim kept up with them, ready to use the device to clean any steaming piles they left after squatting, relocating them to out-of-the-way locations and bases of trees.
With business taken care of and several lobbed 'Good boy' rewards of trail mix—Kim occasionally partaking as well—the brothers once again -Heeled- beside her as she headed for Middleton Park in the opposite direction from the high school. Selecting one of the several hiking paths, she set into a brisk jog with Hunter and Orion easily keeping pace. Then the part of walking them the girl loved the most where she broke into a full-out run, stretching leg muscles with each bounding press, her companions easily keeping with her with occasional vocalizing and barks.
She loved, luxuriated, in the sensation of fully cutting loose and pouring all her energy into the exercise. Muscles working in concert. Wind against her face and through her hair. At one point, she even vaulted a lazy stream instead of using its bridge—something she would be unable to do with Ron, not without him ending up with soaked clothes.
She felt what it could be like to have the powerful animals at her sides on missions, yet not enough to replace her Best Friend Since Pre-K.
Once the trail eased back into the park's stroll paths, Kim came to rest at one of the scattered sets of open-sided pavilions, restrooms, barbecue pits, and playground equipment, taking a seat at a picnic table a bit off to the side away from others.
Cellophane packaging crinkled as she rewarded them and herself for their exertions. Popping fruity clusters, first catching them in her mouth, then for her companions, readily primed to snatch the morsels themselves.
The last cluster—a ball of peanut butter with green peas—held their rapt attention, each hungrily licking their chops in anticipation when she tossed it into her widely open mouth instead.
The most focused on it, Orion lunged down her throat after it.
Recoiling from a lunge used for striking at vipers—both canine and girl could grab and disable snakes—Kim's retreat halted when wide-flung arms and shoulders impacted the table's edge.
Despite her motion—the tidbit Orion was laser-focused on traveling an additional foot or so to her open mouth—the animal's clear intent to follow it resulted in his tongue colliding against hers seeking to retrieve it.
"Heeeyy—eeeehhkk‼"
ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp
Quite taken aback by the animal's massive tongue swiping her own, insistent on the peanut butter cluster being his, Kim felt like she was fending back a sword with a butter knife.
" -hhheeeehhkkk- "
Even once the treat was no longer an issue, something about the girl's sound of protest excited Orion, spurring him into aggressively exploring her oral cavity with his muscle as if in search of the last dregs of food from a can. It reminded the redhead of scenes she had seen on television. And cheerleader night videos.
ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp
Like he's… kissing… me!
ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp
" -hhhwwww- "
For some reason, the oral violating sweeping of mouth and tonsils—had she still had them—and the back of her throat kept evoking the prolonged humming sound from her. As if the tongue was pulling it out of her like it had the morsel.
The dog repeatedly invaded her mouth, the size of his tongue keeping her jaws open and parted. Her hands gripped the table's edge as their muscles dueled.
" -hhaawwwmmm- "
ssllpp ssllpp
My FIRST kiss! WITH a… dog! Stolen by a DOG‼
hhhmmm
Legs shifting to maneuver his stance to better advantage, Orion increased the oral assault.
…s'not baaad…
hhhhmmmm
…s'nice…
Unaware of exactly when it happened, Kim's right hand held the back of the handsome animal's head in place as she proactively returned the 'kiss', her tongue engaging his.
sslllpp sslllpp sslllpp
hhuuummm
Kim responded to the primalness of the action, the moment. Something deep down, from her core, spurred her to respond in kind, exalting in the fullness of her mouth. Tongues swirled together, intertwined.
Gawd… am I really kissing him back? Yes, you are. Why m'I kissing a dog? You must like it.
Sensing something shifting in their dynamic, Orion focused more and more on the girl.
ssllllpp ssllllpp ssllllpp
hhhhhmmmmm
The intensity lessened. Decreased. Finally, it came to a stop as Orion pulled back.
Not wanting him to stop, feeling the massive muscle slipping from her, Kim pursed her lips, sucking hard on the escaping tongue's final inches. Stretched for the last tip-to-tip contact.
Suddenly empty, the encounter left her panting, wanting—
More!
She opened eyes she had not realized had been closed. Now in the activated lighting cast by the park's lampposts and nighttime lighting, she stared at the animal as if seeing him for the first time, with new eyes. Perhaps it was due to the experience, but it seemed Orion was proud of the accomplishment of not only getting the peas and peanut butter cluster but ravishing his mistress' mouth to the point of leaving her distracted with a heaving chest. He wuffed.
S'like he's done something! S'like he knows I liked it… Which you did. Shut up. Let's not dwell on it…
Peripheral motion drew her gaze to the brother. Whining, with an eager wiggle and paw-shuffle, hard-wagging tail whacking flanks, licking his chops while staring at her excitedly.
Wha? Wants his turn. Wha? Patiently waited. That was the last of the treats! Don't think that's the treat he wants…
Reaching a snap decision borne of the deliberation with herself, combined with the afterglow of Orion's ravishment… her first kiss…
"fukkit…"
…Kim opened her mouth. Hummed deep in her throat.
hhhhwwww
Hunter dove forward.
Presenting an open invitation and an open mouth, although she thought was braced for it, Kim found herself filled with another massive and flexible muscle exploring the boundaries of her oral cavity and rimming her throat.
Relaxing her gag reflex—
Once again, sword-swallowing saves the day!
—with the wooden edge of the table supporting her head, she allowed the Harlequin free range as the reverberation of her vocal cords whipped his activity to a frenzy.
shuup shuup shuup shuupp
My second kiss… given freely…
Despite initially holding her tongue out of the way, the intrusion coaxed it to unfold. Intertwine—
…tastes… earthy… nutty… something else…
—once loosened, the two slipped and slid together. Tasted each other.
shuup shuup shuup shuupp
Is this really what kissing's all about? Like? Close enough, Sister! Should I like it? Until something better comes along…
Hunter could barely contain waggling his body as much as his tail as he adjusted the angle of his enthusiastic attack, shuffling with all four paws. Like a dentist’s visit, Kim held her mouth open wide for probing. Where Orion had initially endeavored and successfully retrieved a wayward snack before searching the space, his brother's tongue toured the floor and roof of her mouth before investigating the boundaries of her cheeks.
shuup shuup shuup shuupp
Her tongue swam in warm dripping slobber—
Aggh! Is kissing a guy as sloppy? Maybe… at times, Mom and Dad seem to be messy.
—the pool overflowing down her throat, reminding her of the little overflow holes in tubs and sinks, as hot breath washed across her face.
Really s'not bad, all things considered… Considering you're letting dogs swap spit with you…
shuup shuup shuup shuupp
Like with his brother, Kim's hand—the left this time—held the back of his neck. Her head moved with his insistence, actively responding to the canine kiss. Her butter knife of a tongue swirled and dueled his sword.
A sharp bark by Orion, and Hunter promptly stopped. Withdrew. Backed away. Softly whined.
What gives?
The girl panted, her own tongue lolling as the brothers established something between them. The second made room as the first closed back on her.
When Kim turned her head back toward him, his massive tongue again muscled her lips open. Force its way back in.
hhummmmmm
Oh. Wanted his turn again. Popular girls attract the boys… …n-not… boys…
Kim's mind simply accepted—not even bothering to address, question, or acknowledge—her current popularity was with her dogs.
shuup shuup shuup shuupp
Soft whine to the left. Orion pulled away. Chuffed. Broad swipes of Hunter's muscular oral member across the girl's lips prompted her neck to face him. Provide him access again.
shuup shuup shuup shuupp
For the next half hour, Kim was the epitome of a cheerleader trope: between jocks taking turns with oral encouragement, until her Kimmunicator's timer -pinged- .
Time! Need t'get home!
Physically shoving whichever of the brothers—surprised she had not kept track—away, the girl kip-up'd. With feet properly back under her, Kim took a moment to steady herself, holding back a lightheaded swoon.
Woof! What an experience! Did that really happen? Oh, it happened alright, Sister!
Watching her intently, recognizing her upright posture as a signal that what they wanted was done, the Harlequin brothers sat at attention, licking their chops, once again ready and at her command.
Like with many a boy, usually jocks, that had dared try to kiss her, Kim stared evenly at the pair—sternly declared.
"That… NEVER happened! Understand?"
She was unsure exactly if quickly shuffled forelegs indicated they understood…
…Or not…
On their way back, they retraced their steps, taking several minutes to do their last needs before traversing the wild-grown backyard forest. Approaching the back of the house, Kim led the brothers to the kennel system built under the elevated rear deck.
Due to the hill's topography, the backyard had a higher elevation over the front. At nearly four feet, with five steps, the redwood decking along the entire back of the house stood level with the Master Bedroom. Encasing an Olympic-sized pool was one of many reasons Kim's place was so popular among the cheerleaders to congregate at.
Holding Hunter's collar, its RFID chip unlocked a latticework panel, an entrance to the rooms alongside the pool that served as their kennel. There were other ways for them to come and go but this was their direct access to the exterior. The house's main systems, key fobs, manual-only locking mechanisms, the collar RFIDs, and coming face-to-face against growling bare fangs greatly curtailed unauthorized security intrusions.
Not even Ron, who knew the codes, risked the fur-laden, allergen-contaminated passage.
Hunter paused at the threshold with a whine. Locked the redhead with warm, black eyes full of something.
Rolling her own, with a sigh, Kim dropped to one knee, presenting her face somewhat level with his.
"I know. You want a proper goodnight… Goodnight, Hunter…"
Happily wagging tail thumping his sides, the Harlequin shuffled fore-paws as he eagerly licked her across closed lips from cheek to cheek. After several insistent moments focused on her lips, Kim obediently—
…obediently?? O-BE-DE-ently!
—opened them. Hummed.
hhhnnn
ssllpp ssllpp
Hunter's massive warm tongue quickly explored the cavity. Entwined hers. When Kim drew her head away, she found herself sucking the muscle all the way to its tip until they parted. Firm pats to the side of his face signaled the kiss ended.
After he entered the swinging latticework gate, Orion expectantly stood waiting his turn. Already prepared for it—fairness one of the teen hero's core tenets—she repeated the kiss goodnight for him, too.
slluup slluup slluup
hhhnnn
Patting his face as well, with both palms this time, Kim bid him with a cheerful tone.
"Night-night, Orion!"
Upon ensuring the gate latched behind them, the girl mounted the deck, waving at her mother standing in her bedroom's panoramic window beside the back door.
How much did she see? You didn't exactly hide the kissing… Unlikely she did. Decking would've prevented her seeing it… Think so? Hope so! Sure she'll say something if she did…
In the bedroom, Ann triggered the heavy privacy drapes closed.
"The NLP may be taking effect."
"How so?"
"Mind you, I didn't have clear line of sight, but pretty sure while putting Orion and Hunter away, she kissed them."
James entered from the en suite washroom, wiping his hands with a towel.
"Did she?"
Turning, the redhead wrapped her arms about her husband's waist.
"Can't say for sure. Think so. She doesn't usually kneel when dealing with the gate. Usually just bends over to undo the latch. She definitely dropped to their face level. She at least let them lick her face. Something she rarely does without making a yuck-face, and there was none of that."
James warmly hugged his wife. Kissed her.
"Think it was the program?"
"Well, Neuro-Linguistic Programming is powerful when unaware being subjected to it. You've been heavily employing No Boys on her for quite a while now."
"Yas… never expected her bi-curiosity could become so strong…"
"Your daughter's almost ready to come out bi or lesbian."
"Well… I'd rather she kiss the dogs than boys…"
"Careful what you program her for. Might get more than you wish."
"S'long's it's not boys…"
The next morning—first day of school for the Middleton Unified Scholastic System—when Kim descended her autostairs she encountered Jim and Tim returning from Orion and Hunter's morning walk, all entering from the entrance leading to the garage, the latter pattering around. Jim greeted her.
"Morning, Kim!"
"Oh, hey, Tweebs. Morning to you, too. Ready for school?"
The dogs sniffed and nuzzled Kim's hands until she patted each on the back of their necks, cooing with pursed lips.
"Good morning to you two, too… who're good boys? You're good boys… yes'm y'are…"
Tim slipped into the conversation after returning the long-handled pooper scooper to the stop-n-go pantry.
It was rare for the twins to intersperse two different conversations simultaneously.
"Wow, Sis~"
"ehh…, ready, Kim–"
"~wish you'd greet us~"
"–perhaps too ready…"
"~all sweet'n'sugery like that!"
Heading for the autostairs down to the Commons Level, she ignored one brother and followed up with the other.
"Too ready?"
"Not expecting much of a challenge, Kim."
"S'not like school's much of a challenge…"
"Hasn't been challenging the past few years…"
"S'been far too–"
""–easy and boring–""
"–no real challenge at all!"
Moving about the ladder portion, the group navigated down the hallway for the top of the next set of autostairs—these leading downward. Kim led the way, followed first by each of the dogs single file—per their training—then her brothers side-by-side.
"Your jobs're to find the challenges at school, even if your classmates may struggle. Keep yourselves interested by learning something new every day, even if you need to focus on something other than what is being taught… but without ignoring the teacher or causing disruptions."
Orion and Hunter paused, sniffing the air. With slight whines, they padded further along to the next set of autostairs and disappeared down to the next level, which would eventually lead them to the Kennels—their rooms—and access to the yard. A clear signal that…
Ron's here. Hunter and Orion are just avoiding him per their training, but seem to resent the limitations he represents to their freedoms.
"Aww, Sis/Kim, you–"
"–sound like Mom’n’Dad."
A firm nod, "And you should listen to us."
They entered the kitchen as one to find Kim's constant shadow already seated in front of a huge plate, courtesy of Flora, who set places for Kim and the twins. Like their mother, the Brazilian maid somehow always knew when they were inbound.
"Bom dia, queridos," Good morning, darlings.
""Bom dia, Flora! Thanks for the food!""
"Looks good as usual, Flora. Morning, Ron."
"But of course. Eat up. New year of school, new year of knowledge."
Jim and Tim attempted to catch up to their neighbor, but Ron had a hefty head start. She reflected as she started her plate, tracking the clock.
"Mom? Dad?"
The Brasileira paused, tapping 'The Board' next to the kitchen entryway. Split-Flap readouts—the same technology utilized in older clocks and mass-transit information terminals—provided at a glance who was at home and who was not. Specifically, the whereabouts of her employers…
"Senhor Yames' at Space Center, Senhora Ahn was paged to a MidMed emergency early the morning. Which leaves me here to see you and my queridos off to school."
Linked to a central server, multiple copies of the terminal were available throughout the house; the kitchen, their parents' room, near the front door, the garage, and a few locations less traveled by the children. Kim and her brothers were currently registered as Home, but would soon show them at School, then later possibly at parks, playgrounds, venues, or visiting friends, and—in Kim's case—On Mission.
Then she noticed the terminal's clock.
Spurred by the time, she made short work clearing her plate, shoveling the remaining food as efficiently as her Best Friend Since Pre-K.
"Ron! Come on! We'll be late!"
Grabbing her cheer duffel bag, she updated 'The Board' as they rushed out.
Kimmunicator in hand, Kim entered her entry code—ten digits on a five-button keypad—with practiced smoothness casual onlookers often mistook the front door to be unlocked.
"Turns out to be a false alarm, Kim. Seems the system battery was low. Hadn't been changed in nearly a year."
"Spankin', Wade! A mission and homework-free afternoon's a rarity."
The Board updated her presence as Home even as she reached for it.
"Already logged you in…"
"Oh! Thanks, Wade! You're so clutch."
She took note her brothers were out with Hunter and Orion on their afternoon walk.
"Here's hoping your night stays clear. G'night, Kim."
"'Night, Wade."
Signing off, Kim tucked the device on her hip waistband and nimbly hopped over the back of the long Media Room sectional, snatching up and wielding the remote to turn on the flatscreen television. After seeking a specific channel, she leaned back, crossing legs as the program started.
Let's see what this Agony County's all about, shall we?
The Food Chain was all a-twitter about the latest program. Normally, Kim was uninterested in the typical run of teen dramas, finding older, baby-faced actors cast in roles far younger than their true years as so off-putting as to keep knocking her out of suspended disbelief. Still, with the Chain touting it as a must-see, it behooved her as the cheer captain to at least be acquainted with it.
So… 'Agony County' is not only the setting but the name of the founder's eponymous female descendant… like how Mom's descended from Madison Middleton… okay, Show…, you've my attention… let's see what y'got…
During the first twenty minutes, Agony was frustratingly revealed as someone the redhead did not care for…
Can't really relate to her. Far too excessively emotional introvert… apparently an inferiority complex… cries about everything she wears on her sleeve… what's she so sad about all the time?
Twenty minutes into the episode, her brothers paraded through followed by the dogs, who milled about, greeting her with whuffs at either side. It was uncertain from which direction they had arrived; garage or rear deck…
Hell…, knowing the half-height midgets, they used the same under-deck access as the dogs…
…but ultimately it really did not matter.
Kim accepted the animals' attentions, absentmindedly patting heads and cheeks—bobbing her head about with squinted eyes as tongues swiped her face—all while focused as the show unfolded. Eventually, her brothers wandered out of the room uninterested. Orion and Hunter quieted down. Stretched sphinx by Kim's feet, attentively focusing on the screen along with their mistress.
That overly huge slab of entitled muscle, half a head taller and thrice as wide, Vic Tory, thinks he's god's gift to Agony and everyone… lose'm, hun, you're better'n him… don't waste the tears… don't know everyone yet, but y'can do better, I'm sure!
Apparently, every decision in Agony's life was the cause of her name. Kim was disgusted as Vic swept up the blonde to insistently start –slobbering– all over her. Almost as if he did not even know how to kiss… She'd never let any jock treat her like that… and yet… something… pulled the cheerleader upright. At the sofa's edge, music swelled as the first true make-out scene closed in. Grew lengthy. Primal feelings interacted with the core deep within the redhead despite her disgust with the situation and characters.
Sensing their mistress' physical response, the dogs perked up, their alertness matching Kim's unconscious reaction. Stood. Tensed. Looked for what primed their Alpha.
Unaware of what was triggering her response—or that she was even responding at all—the animals turned, attempting to calm their person's aura by anxiously licking her face. Space invaded, Hunter's tongue swiped across her face.
Unaware scene and canine stimulus primed unknown emotions deep within her, Kim's lips parted…
Oh, Girl, don't let Victor slobber all over you like a dog with a bone… –ick!–
And yet… what'm'I feeling…?
Despite being Ann Possible's daughter—both products of the lustful Middleton Bloodline—Kim lacked the experience to properly recognize or identify the emotions being evoked deep within. Despite disliking the male lead—he could not be any good for the blonde—there was no denying the actors' charismas, nor the chemistry between them. Chemistry tugged at the redhead's soul.
An unfamiliar feeling her brain was slow processing.
Barely had the thought of likening the onscreen character to a canine gelled in her mind than Kim found her face also under siege by an oral muscle…
…least not a boy's…
…as Hunter's protective urges sought to calm the distress he felt within his Alpha.
For several minutes, Kim's usually sharp brain lagged her body's reflexive reactions, her mind even some steps behind them. Sixteen styles' worth of martial arts 'knowing without knowing' training failed her.
Cheeks and lips inundated by Hunter's wide, wet tongue—as much within parted lips as without—Kim responded before consciously recognizing her position… kissing a dog—
A dog! Not a boy— NOT a Boy —an actual dog… again…
When all of Kim's faculties caught up with her, the Great Dane's tongue—between lips as often as across them, teeth pried open—she swallowed a mouthful of canine saliva as easily as the previous night.
Yet different.
Where before Kim surrendered to—enjoyed—the entirety of oral cavity searches by flexible muscles, this time it was a significantly lighter application of tongues across cheeks, lips, and teeth. Still lacking proper experience, her befuddled mind struggled to define the differences between fully intrusive tonguing and lighter French kisses.
Hunter's wide, forceful tongue—once having had deeper access—enthusiastically swabbed his mistress' pursed and partially parted lips.
With the image of Agony being accosted with Vic's sloppy onslaught firmly in mind, Kim's eyes slowly floated closed as she, too, submitted to tonguing just as eager.
However, unlike what seemed to be an assault from an entitled guy—boy—Kim felt built-up tension drain as mind and body eased, feeling the animal's innate desire to soothe the anxiety troubling her soul. As her mind fully integrated with the feelings evoked by the unfolding onscreen scene, she found it agreeable.
More than that.
Acceptable.
Like the night before, the redhead submitted to her dog's ministrations.
He knows what to do… unlike Vic Tory… entitled hack… he knows how to use a tongue!
slluup slluup slluup slluup
She moaned with the tonguing.
uummnn uummnn uummnn
Hunter focused his actions on the girl's alluring taste.
slluup slluup slluup slluup
By the time Kim's upper cognizant functions caught up with her, by the time she realized how she appeared to anyone who might walk in on them—
Perched on the sofa… making out with my dogs…
—Kim's mind was divided on how she would react.
Stop, ashamed? Continue, unashamed? Pull myself together? Let them watch? Letting the boys— Not Boys! —ravish me?
In the heat of the moment—the onslaught—she was unable to decide.
slluup slluup slluup slluup
ummm mmmm ummm mmmm
A prior thought asserted itself.
…dogs? Plural?
To her right, tongue also deployed, Orion was equally concerned with her state of mind. Undeserving of being ignored. Shut out.
Opening eyes, she eased back from Hunter enough to face the brother. Wagged an inviting tongue.
Dogs. Plural.
Orion eagerly moved in.
slluup slluup slluup slluup
mmnn mmnn
whine
whuff
chuff
"Okay, your turn, I guess…"
ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp
" -ewww- -tee- -hee- Sloppy! …Okay, you, too…"
Mind fully reintegrated to its normal capacity, the teenager found nothing wrong with her dogs lavishing affection on her. It had been discussed during training as a handler that it—if not this—was potentially necessary, as protection dogs often need firm bonds to elicit the deepest levels of protective impulses as second nature.
Having made a snap decision—the tendency of the multi-style martial artist within, Kim routinely made decisions on the fly and at the snap so often she no longer recognized how often later they were moderated by friends and family—she simply bobbed and weaved to track the actions on screen.
Okay, Agony and Vic introduced… situation between them established… her as the Founder's Legacy pursued to be his trophy… Medical college life and nursing courses laid out for her… Vic's nice sister, Teri, for a roommate, and of course, her Bonnie, Di Di Stress?
Agony? Distress? Victory? Territory? Oh, come on, now! Let's be all kinds of ridiculous with these names!
Ironic that the use of such imaginative names was lost on a girl named 'Possible'.
slluup slluup slluup slluup
" -mmmm- yes, boy—
Not a Boy!
—ridiculous names… yes'm… ridiculous t'the extreme… you, too, Orion… -mmmm-"
Kim's hands constantly rubbed and patted necks, heads, and shoulders, reciprocating the attention lavished upon her while Hunter and Orion—taking eager advantage of their Alpha's tacit acquiescence while weaving back and forth between them—freely swabbed Kim's cheeks and mouth, the girl occasionally closing an eye against their onslaught. After a flash image of a strangely knowing, smug, and smiling Bonnie receiving similar attention from a pair of jocks simultaneously, she gave no further thought about how she was making out with dogs as if they were guys—Boys—
—Not Boys—
—even actively sucking the tips of their tongues.
Hunter.
slluup slluup slluup slluup
mmm mmm mmm
Orion.
ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp
mmm mmm mmm
The part of Kim's mind tracking time distracted, the episode wrapped, Agony in agony over what, for Kim, would have been easy decisions—
They're gonna milk everything for as much as they can, eh?
—she slid a damper in place with her boy—
—Not Boy—
—friends.
"'K, fellas… settle down. Enough for tonight…"
Her mother's voice rang out.
"Kim! Boys! Dinner!"
"Coming, Mom! Alright, boys—"
—Not Boys—
"—outside for now. Go on with you…"
Standing, she sent the dogs toward their autostairs with patting thumps against their sides before heading for the dining room, unconsciously wiping her face of slobber and giving herself a smoothing pat down.
The question of whether anyone had seen her making out with the dogs never entered her mind.
However, minutes prior, her exploits had been noticed and observed. Kim failed to realize her mother had announced dinner from the other room instead of in person, as per usual. Failed to notice an eyebrow arched in appraisal as the girl took her place at the table, as Flora placed a plate before her.
Later, after tasking her daughter with the evening walk, the woman informed her husband in their bedroom.
"Girl couldn't've been more of a cheerleader had she been between a pair of boys."
"Least it wasn't boys."
"Could still easily end up with girls, if y'not careful."
"But not boys, right?"
"No. No boys in sight."
"Girls'd be less than optimal, but I could cope…"
"I'm sure you could."
The man embraced his wife from behind. Nuzzled her tilted neck.
"She's head cheerleader, isn't she?"
"She's the captain, yes. From what I saw, she'll be head soon enough."
"That I'd like to see…"
"Then best ensure all security feeds're in place with ample coverage. Kennels included. No telling when or where she'll let anything happen."
"Right."
The Doctors Possible immediately set about checking and adjusting the security cameras throughout the house. Although not dwelt upon, it was well known that the residence had very little privacy. Certainly, no one expected to be watched or recorded in baths or bedrooms, and the adults carefully cultivated that belief.
Ann kept a critical eye on minimizing and preventing the sort of access Wade Lode, a ten-year-old genius—one of Kim's first babysitting charges, who at the age of eight helped with some of her homework, then set up and maintained her website and presence—could easily abuse.
He's a marginally healthy boy on the cusp of puberty with an even healthier active online presence. He's bound to have already been exposed to adult things.
Both she and her daughter were among the healthiest specimens of femininity to whom he had more than enough access to abuse.
Too tech-savvy. Don't mind him recording normal levels of wanking material… the thought of a preadolescent wanking to anything he'd might see of me's very complimentary and empowering. Still, best address such temptations in the lad… nip thoughts of deeper curiosity and access in the bud…
In-person discussion is the way to go. Preadolescents, even genius ones, lack the fortitude to withstand adult confidence and presence. Best reflect carefully on wordings so as to not put ideas in his head beyond what's already there before dropping in on him tomorrow to directly instill additional Fears of God in him… scooping out his brains with a melon-baller, direct.
Across town—resting at the remote corner of Middleton Park after another bracing sortie—Kim once again rested at a picnic table bench, body at an angle with legs stretched out and shoulders braced against the tabletop, allowing Orion and Hunter to eagerly crowd about her.
ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp
Without thought, mind in an exhilarated fog, the Alpha offered her pack free access to her opened mouth as if expected. For long minutes, she endured, embraced—enjoyed—as each brother took advantage of the reward of an available oral cavity, swabbing it with powerfully flexible muscles. Orion was first tonight.
mmnn nnmm
Splayed-fingered open palms caressing their necks, she lightly guided their appreciation of the outing.
whine
chuff
whuff
Used to her own twin brothers bickering, the redhead easily recognized complaining about taking turns. Twisting her neck, she opened up for Hunter, the other hand rubbing about his ears. Let her eyes drift shut.
"'kay, Hunter… -nnmm- -mmnn-"
slluup slluup slluup slluup
Good boys— —Not Boys— deserve a good reward…
Any thoughts about the propriety—morality—of what they were doing disregarded—brushed aside, turned off—the moment—before—they arose. The girl let sensations awash her like waves against the shore. From mouth to the back of her head, down her spine they flowed, pooling among her toes before climbing back up.
Each time the circuit completed, parts of her slowly awoke. Like sands of the shore absorbing the incoming tide, the girl was being prepared for more to come.
After switching back and forth between the pair, her mind chimed—
Time
—Kim disengaged, standing and smoothing herself down.
"Okay, guys—"
Good Not-Boys
"—let's head home,"
Where each received goodnight kisses. Tongues liberally intermixed as she scritched ears.
This time, via a mounted convex mirror—that had always been present to prevent surprise yard visitors—thanks to an adjusted angle her parents watched the distorted scene from their panoramic bedroom window. Ann's hand traveled the length of her husband's erection as he stood behind her.
"There. This evening was not an isolated event. Programming's taken hold."
"Finally, after a year."
"Keep it slow. The goal's fine-tuning her sexuality. Any benefits you receive need be secondary to hers."
James licked her ears and neck. Murmured.
"Come to me, bitch…"
" -wuf- -wuf- Master…"
As all the lights were still on Friday night, Kim and Ron walked in the front door.
"We're home!"
A previous mission had gained the two intrepid teenagers a pair of tickets to Britina's Chicago showing, bundled with a ride, so they had skipped out early from school to attend. Fortunately, Kim only missed cheer practice, which had been scheduled for the entirety of the afternoon, and Ron missed remedial math, which he did not miss at all.
"Welcome back, Sweetie!"
Ann's voice calling from within directed their steps to the family room.
Sharp green eyes caught sight of a tail departing the back of the room—
Sensed Ron's approach. Good Boys— —Not Boys—
—even before the redhead registered the presence of her mother, father, and Ron's mother. Sitting at 'the adult's end' of the long sectional sofa opposite James' comfortable chair, the man between the two women.
The blonde woman—
Doesn't she need to avoid the dogs too? Why's she so close to Dad?
—adjusted her glasses, speaking with concern.
"You two okay?"
James added, "There was was some sort of emergency backstage?"
Kim walked around the end of the sofa with the adults, navigating for the other end while Ron clambered over the back.
"You already heard?"
"It was all over the news, Sweetie."
"We saw you in the thick of it—"
"Focused on you more than my Baby…"
"Not that important, Verilee…"
"Aww, Mom… hardly a baby anymore!"
"You'll always be my baby, Baby!"
"Fill in the details, Sweetie."
Ron verbally exploded.
"A fire broke out backstage!"
"""Fire!""" breathed the trio of adults.
The redhead wave a dismissive hand.
"Fire department suspects an errantly discarded cigarette landing among a pile of costumes the culprit."
"KP was amazing! She grabbed a half glass of water and used her hairdryer to disperse it over the raging flames! Put them right out!" the boy mimed the action.
"No big, really."
"KP, you saved the show!"
The girl shrugged.
"Did earn a future round trip ride out of gratitude."
"Twofer! Booyah!"
They all discussed the night's events for a bit more, the teens attempting to alleviate parental concerns. As the level of the room's excitement dissipated, Kim's mind shunted aside deeper consideration of the briefly noticed closeness of Ron's mother to her father, refusing to acknowledge any possible validity to ill-formed thoughts.
Kim finally yawned, stood, and stretched, vibrating as overexcited muscles released built-up tensions.
"Welp! Bed for me! Can't afford to miss practice tomorrow after missing today’s!"
"Night, Pumpkin."
"Sleep well, Sweetie."
"You too, Ronald."
"Not coming, Mom?"
An arm around both women's shoulders, James hugged them closer.
"We have some things to… discuss further… with Verilee…"
Smiling, a hand resting on James' thigh, the blonde adjusted her glasses.
"I'll be along later to tuck y'in, Baby."
"Moooom, could y'not?!"
Kim walked the boy to the front door, bid him goodnight, and dashed up the main steps, then the autostairs outside her parents' bedroom.
Where she encountered Hunter and Orion resting sphinx at the top of the floor-pit, panting with tongues lolling, apparently waiting for their Alpha. Due to the hours, and the next day not being a school night, the Tweebs had given them their evening walk.
"Huh. What've we here? Missed me tonight, huh, did you?"
Orion's tail wagged while Hunter's thumped the carpeted floor.
"Alright… I know, I know… y'want your g'night kisses."
Kneeling on the top step, bringing her face level to theirs, the girl hugged them. Puckering up to—for each, in turn—truly kissed them just under their noses. Held still as each swiped their tongues fully across her lips, drenching them with saliva. She licked back unconsciously, licking her own lips clear as well.
"'Kay, now… that should hold you for the night. Head for bed. Sleep tight."
After a rigorous Saturday morning cheer practice, Kim sauntering up to the house heard boisterous noises from two sets of brothers—hers and the dogs. She walked around directly to the backyard to find Hunter and Orion enthusiastically giving chase to flying discs thrown by Jim and Tim.
As soon as they caught whiff of her, the animals dropped the toys and bounded toward the redhead. Her Handler training immediately kicked in. Posture suddenly stiff and alert, cheer duffel dropped, arm outstretched with warding palm, she uttered a series of commands in a sharp, crisp tone.
" -Stop- -Sit- -Settle- ."
Brakes applied, the pair skidded in the grass to an abrupt halt. Sat. Worked to calm themselves as instructed. Military Working Dogs, James had used his security clearances to obtain them from some Air Force Base in Love-something—Lacklove? Loveland?—Texas. She also had to undergo a month-long training as their handler. Specialized, as normally it was one person, one dog, and she was handling two. Rare, but two or three were not unheard of.
They were a bonded unit. Making them a pack. With Kim, their Alpha. So, by extension, was the entirety of the family, including the Stoppables as the two families were so entwined. Even though they needed to avoid Ron and his father, they would be as protective of them as the rest of the pack should threats arise.
It took a moment, but once it was clear their training had asserted itself, and they settled down with calm, she strode to stand between them to vigorously rub their heads.
"I'm ashamed of you two. I know I don't take you on missions with me, but y'shouldn't forget your training… currently, you're -Attend- the Twe—Twins. You shouldn't be leaving them alone. Not even for your Alpha!"
The pair nuzzled her hands. She briefly registered tongues.
"I'll see you two later. Now, -Attend- -Escort- -Go- ."
They bounded away.
""Thanks, Kim/Sis!""
"Y'all stay out of my hair, now, and no bothering Ron just for fun, h'ear?"
""Kay!""
That last was because they were close to the Stoppables' property line. Technically, her family owned it all. Still, their tenancy and privacy were to be respected.
Barely twenty minutes later, leaning back on the sectional, Kim kicked off shoes and stretched her legs wide. With eyes closed, joints sore, and muscles fatigued from excessively fussy routines—Bonnie's complaint—she had sprung on the squads, struggled to unwind. She listened to the cheesy twenty-something dialog from the first of three back-to-back encore airings of the earlier week's Agony County washed away exhaustion when two- and four-legged twins sauntered through.
Jim and Tim attempted to pick up the television remote.
"I'm watching that. Leave it."
""But–
"–you're resting y'eyes…"
"–your eyes're closed…"
"Ears're open, so I'm watching… Scat."
""Aww, man… anyone ever tell you you're—""
"—lame?"
"—sexy?"
"You two, all the time… -ick- really?"
""Yep, really!""
"Scarce y'selves until dinnertime."
""Later!""
She heard the one pair of brothers vacate the area toward their room.
"Lame and sexy… sheesh, the things they say…"
Panting informed her the other pair remained, even as bodies plopped down, heaving sides pressed against her calves.
"You boys—"
—Not Boys—
"—still here?"
Sensing their aching Alpha, tongues lavished her legs with long, repetitive, slobbering swabs. Too tired to see which was which, one worked her knee to ankle while the other concentrated on washing her foot, top, sole, and between her toes.
The girl relaxed, and the television faded into the background as powerful oral muscles rough enough to not be ticklish soothed away her kinks.
mmmm
"thasss, nice…"
For long minutes, sounds from the television reached the redhead muffled, as if she were submerged. Which she was. Immersed in the sensations of tongue massages. Delivered courtesy of her concerned and dedicated dogs,
Lounging against her legs—the one at her ankle had a leg over her calf—they worked at easing out her kinks with long, moist, limber muscles like it was their job.
eek! Tickles…
Not really ticklish herself, intellectually, Kim understood how, in many with sensitivity to semi-to-medium-light physical touches, bothersome reactions were induced. She knew enough about how, and usually to what degree, others would respond that the lathering of her one foot—and toes—should be evoking it from her.
Sticky… somewhat icky… but nice… soothing… all the same…
Absently, her toes flexed, stood apart, and wiggled as she enjoyed feeling the powerful, moist muscle swabbing between them.
She accepted similar ministrations on her other leg from the back of her knee to her upper thigh, ignoring it inching higher under her skirt until it reached her hip.
Perhaps due to the Agony County dialogue in the background between Agony and mean girl, Deidre "Di Di" Stress, a recent heated argument with Bonnie Rockwaller replayed at the top of her awareness.
"Bonnie! We're cheerleaders! NOT sluts!"
With crossed arms, teal eyes glinting, the brunette lieutenant smugly shook her head.
"Oh, K, K, K… you Sweet Summer Child, you. Some of us may be better at hiding our true natures during the light of day, but cheerleaders ARE sluts… the pinnacle of slutdom… sluts we are, sluts we shall be…"
"Thass no excuse to freely swap spit with boys all the time!"
"Excuse? No. No excuse. But reason it is… and not exactly 'free'…"
"Ewww, TMI, B, TMI"
"'Perhaps I'm detecting some jealousy? Girls more ya speed?"
"J-j-just… NOT with Boys!"
"Touched a nerve, eh, K? Don't knock it 'til ya try it."
Kim shoved the memory back to the recesses of her mind. Briefly considering Hunter and Orion switching sides they were paying attention to helped to quiet her thoughts. She flexed and spread the toes of her other foot, drawing a tongue to it.
Should I be putting a halt to this? Relax. These're Not Boys. Right…
Awareness floated between full wakefulness and a level of euphoria. Wondering how long the spit bath was long enough, hours evaded the redhead, leaving her surprised when her mother announced dinner from the dining room roused her.
She adjusted how her skirt lay as she made her way to the dining room.
Forty-some-odd minutes of family chat catching up on the week's events, and twins dispatched on dog-walking duty, later, found the redhead in her room changing into her bedclothes for the night. The back of her mind—counting the minutes, the clock in her peripheral vision—kept the girl from turning in.
Eventually, hearing their claws navigating the autostairs, she faced the floor pit.
"About time, Boys—"
Not Boys
"—knew you'd need come say good night…"
Perched on the end of the bed, wearing loose sweets and a yellow tee with a green heart, she welcomed the eager animals—tails almost wagging them—with open arms, face presented, prepared for copious tongue lashing.
The redhead's mouth opened midway through Hunter's turn, her teeth brushed by his powerful tongue. Then it was Orion's turn.
slluup slluup slluup slluup
mmmm
mmmm
ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp
The girl no longer noticed or objected to the tastes. Bonnie's cheerfully smug voice popped into mind.
Slut! You ARE a cheerleader after all… Shut up and go away, B! These're Not Boys… Sluts all know… Tongue is Tongue. Innat right, K?
Kim firmly shunted aside the faux memory conversation. Promptly banishing from mental sight and mind the internal 'devil' born from the lieutenant cheerleader's voice. She had to deal with the acerbic brunette nearly daily; she did not need her living rent-free in her head.
Firmly silenced, she allowed what had become an unchallenged ritual to play out. A full minute swapping spit with each of her pack, twice, before hugging and neck-nuzzling before sending them to their rooms for the night. Intellectually aware that their sleep time was interspersed with patrols of the property—including the adjacent Stoppable's grounds—the erroneous thought they slept the entire night remained prevalent.
The next day, Sunday, Wade presented a mission for Kim.
"You may not want to involve Ron with this one."
"Huh? Why no—"
The rest of Kim's mild chastisement died at the back of her tongue.
"Oh… Monkey Seize?"
For a quick moment, Kim flashed back to the trip back from Japan after the first time dealing with Duff Killigan. Global Justice Network's number one agent, Will Du, was at the controls of the sleek hovercraft, known as a redbelly for the color of its undercarriage. Firmly of the mind that a successfully completed adventure was tantamount to friendship, gabby Ron pestered him about personal details, hoping—like a bizarre dentist—to pull some out of him, refusing to let the taciturn youth pilot in peace.
More to shut the blond up than to acknowledge the redhead brought any professionalism to the mission, the Turkish agent finally let loose tidbits about his life. Apparently, chief among his thoughts involved a pair of Tai Shing—Monkey Kung Fu—practitioners.
"Where there's Monkey Seize, Monkey Du is usually hot on his trail…"
Known by their journalistic applied appellations, Monkey Seize was an international criminal thief, while Monkey Du—a relative of Will, Kim gathered—was dedicated to bringing them to justice.
"He may not be Lord Fiske, but one Monkey kung fu user is already three too many for Ron…Yeah, I best leave him behind for this one…"
"I'll get you a ride for one, then—"
"Three. I'm taking Orion and Hunter."
"You sure?"
"My father got them for me for a reason… might as well put them to use. And let's not say anything to Ron about it, hey?"
"You got it, Kim. One ride for three to France, coming right up."
"You rock, Wade.""
Calling up an app on the Kimmunicator, Kim activated buzzers in the dogs' collars, calling them to her side. A few whistles when she heard them in the house brought them to her room. She had already dug out their combat gear from the closet and had it all laid out on her bed.
As they had practiced, the animals patiently cooperated as she dressed them, standing, sitting, and offering limbs as she equipped them, refitting them for the months of growth since last worn. Straps cinched and buckles secured into stealth-black body vests and harnesses, from which hung rough-terrain boots, helmets, and goggles, the pair was ready for final deployment upon on-scene assessment.
Wade gave her a five-minute heads-up of the arrival of a military truck, where Team Constellation—as Ron had dubbed them, worried about being benched and replaced—climbed up to sit with some troops in the back.
"Uhm, Wade"
"First leg, Kim. Taking you to the next leg, a military cargo transport plane outbound overseas over Paris. Sorry, but y'all'll hafta jump for the final leg."
"Ah. So not the drama. Orion and Hunter are practiced Para jumpers, we'll be fine. So, fill me in more…"
Taking seats across from a SEAL K9 unit. Under the watchful eyes of their handlers, Hunter and Orion touched noses with the other's Belgian Malinois in a controlled doggy greeting. The soldier conversationally commented,
"It's rare to see Danes trained as military working dogs. The program usually stresses smaller breeds."
"I believe that's the major factor my father was able to procure them for me… they're for mainly civilian application."
The man nodded.
Kim spent the first portion of the flight being brought up to speed on the latest occurrences at the Louvre suspected and attributed to the international thief known as Monkey Seize.
"Kim Possible. Drop Zone approaching. Twenty minutes. Rear ramp."
Hearing the announcement, the actiony redhead reexamined the fittings of her boys' protective gear. Tactical vests and harnesses cinched and secured, the dogs were fitted with customized reflective single-lens goggles—dubbed doggles by Handlers—helmets and boots tucked away as unneeded for the simple drop to the Louvre plaza's urban environment.
The other K9 handler offered to double-check them all, patting her jump-suited shoulder and thumbs-upping at each animal's readiness.
"Drop Zone, five minutes."
The rear hatch opened, wind whipping past with a subdued roar. Eddies curling in tugged at her fabric of red jumpsuit.
Smiling, nodding, and thumbs-upping each of the soldiers, she led her boys—
Not Boys!
—to where the transport's drop master performed a final check, directing Kim to engage a static line for the upcoming exit.
Normally, skydiving K9 units performed tandem drops with the dogs attached to their partners in some form of cross-body arrangement, usually a belly bag like a giant fanny pack. But that was one-on-one teams, where Kim was two-on-one. She was between Orion and Hunter, their harnesses attached to hers at her hips.
"Drop Zone. Two minutes."
The master watched an amber light by his head.
"Sixty."
The master made sure her attention was on him. Held up a hand. Kim grabbed the strap handles on each Dane's back.
"Thirty."
At ten seconds, the master finger-counted down and then gestured out of the hatch with a straightened arm.
" -Sky- !" the redhead commanded. The bundle that was Team Constellation leaned forward and out.
No freedom like freefall!
"Yeeaahh!"
During Handler training, Kim and her partners performed over a dozen skydives getting used to her charges and they to her. Firming the bond of trust between Alpha and Betas. Where house-pets would hesitate, her partners did not. Where one-on-ones usually tandomed spread-eagle and cross-body, Kim's posture was crucifix—arms outstretched, legs together—Orion and Hunter pinned to her hips, leaping with her. The static line deployed their pilot chute, which in turn caused the main one to unfurl, catching air and slow their descent.
Experienced, the animals only vocalized when Kim did, howling along with her. Parisian landmarks—Eiffel Tower, Louvre, and more—sprawled below them rapidly gained details with their descent.
Thanks to Wade's coordination keeping them apprised of the when and how of their arrival, museum officials were waiting in the Louvre plaza as Kim and her team para-winged to a gentle, walking, ten-point landing on feet and paws. She quick-released the brothers.
" -Attend- "
As it was not a combat situation, Kim’s order kept the loosened Danes from scouting the area while she controlled and gathered the silken parawing, keeping it from billowing into a spontaneously gathered crowd of spectators witnessing the event. Orion and Hunter attentively centered on their Alpha, keeping track of the people milling about.
A man stepped up to her. Spoke with a French accent, a hand extended in greeting.
"Miss Possible… welcome to the Louvre and Paris." He pronounced it as Pa'ree.
"Sorry for the dramatic arrival. So what's missing?"
The woman with him presented a tablet cued up with a series of photographs of an ornate necklace dominated by a large pink gemstone.
"The Pink Panther, largest pink diamond in the world, on loan from the country of Lugash."
"Pink Panther?"
"So named for a flaw deep in the stone's center in the shape of a leaping panther… visible under specific angles and lighting conditions."
"I see. Expensive?"
"Very. Not only in monetary values, but political as well. It may not be the Mona Lisa or the Nike, but if not recovered, could easily bankrupt the Louvre, endanger political alliances, and frankly… my job as well… heads will need be held accountable."
"So not the Drama. We'll recover it."
This is going to hurt.
Kim tracked the inbound combination of hand and foot strikes and knew she had no way to counter them…
After an hour and a half of following clues, joining Will's sister, Interpol Agent Candance "Candy" Du…—
"Typo alert!" Kim had interrupted during Wade's initial briefing.
"What?"
"Can-Dance… extra 'N'?"
A sip from his ever-present Huge Gulp cup.
"No mistake, Kim. The personnel file clearly makes the point that, on top of all her skills, she indeed Can Dance."
"Sorry. Continue, Please and Thank You."
—…they were fighting the young man. Kim, as sidelined as monkey-phobic Ron often was. Despite sixteen forms of martial arts under her belt, the action teenager, in deference to her sidekick's near-paralyzing phobias, was never able to learn Monkey Style.
Monty Fiske's Tai Shing Pek Kwar was actually two schools of discipline—Tai Shing, Monkey, and Pek Kwar, Axe Hand—originally brought together and taught by one grandmaster. The British lord was strongly interested in the mystical aspects. However, this thief and Candy were strictly mundane-only Tai Shing Monkey practitioners. But for their style being named 'monkey', Ron might have been okay with them.
The intensity of the two practitioners meshed like gears as they battled toe-to-toe, leaving little for opportunity for Kim to be useful for or against.
A furious exchange of a dozen strikes and counters saw the woman struggling for leverage under a toppled massive bookcase and the redhead staring at the edge of an incoming stiffened palm strike to the base of her neck.
…when, after dispatching the buyer and his lackeys, Monkey Seize was abruptly taken down—tackled—by growling wardogs. Orion hurtled in high, Hunter low, grappling wrist and ankle. Violently jerked about, the man screamed in pain as the pair of two-hundred-forty-pound jaw strengths tug-of-warred with his extremities.
"Ahhh! Let go! Lemme go‼ Ahhh!"
" -Release- -Watch Him- -Quiet- ," instructed them to stare at the man, growling without unnecessary barking, after letting go. "Good Boys!"
Not Boys
On the flight home, Kim enthusiastically lavished appreciation in the form of scritches, rubs, and copious tongue-sucking open-mouth kisses upon Hunter and Orion. Uncaring and in full view of the planeload of soldiers.
"Who're Good—
—Definitely NOT—
"—Boys? -kiss- -lick- -lick- -kiss- You are! You are! Saved my life… y'did… yesm y'did… love you, my heroes… yesm I's do… here's the kisses y'earned… -mmmm- yesm…!"
slluup slluup slluup slluup
mmmm
"Yes, you too, Orion… you too…"
mmmm
ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp
More than a few rumors sprang to life—fortunately, without Kim's knowledge—laid to rest by Wade.
Due to the lateness of the hour once landed, Kim asked the driver to drop them off at Middleton Park. After good-byes and a few poses to be photographed with Team Constellation—Wade deleted with prejudice errant online postings—Kim informed her parents she was in the area before taking her—
—Not—
—Boys for their evening run.
After bracing exercise, at their usual picnic table, she fed, watered, and resumed praising and rewarding her—Not—boys, hugging and patting their sides as they swarmed for the attention.
Since they had gotten an early start, the redhead rewarded her pack with a full hour. The internal, slut-shaming, nagging in Bonnie's voice no longer bothered her. Gone was any commentary from it about kissing her dogs. If anything, she felt only approval.
ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp
mmmm
"Yes, Hunter… you get some, too…"
mmmm
slluup slluup slluup slluup
Had their tongues been bristled like toothbrushes, the girl's tongue and teeth were going to be sparkling clean.
It was just after midnight when a grateful and smiling Kim Possible collapsed on her bed.
The next night, Monday, a school night, Kim had obligations to discharge.
Obligated with Orion and Hunter's evening walk. Once again, the park's hiking trails ending at their out-of-the-way picnic corner. After snacking and slaking thirsts at water fountains equipped with doggy accessibility, Kim rested on their usual picnic table bench.
Obligated to reciprocate her boys'—
—Not Boys—
—energetic attentions. Patting and rubbing sides, running fingertips over rib-cages, patting and scratching around and between…
"Whose'm Good—
—NOT—
—Boys?? Ya're! Yes, y'are! Saved me from World-a-Hurt™, yes, y'diiid! Yes. You. Diiiiid.
…and of course, as she was looking each in turn deeply into warm, expressive eyes, seeing something extremely compelling in their emotions—
Can dogs have complex emotions? Boys're dogs. If THEY can, DOGS can… and it's not complex…
—the main obligation she had felt all night and day… rewarding them for their service.
Her way.
Mouth open, she leaned forward. Captured Orion's panting, lolling, tongue. Sucked in as deep as she could until noses met.
mmm
More than a casual, sloppy, tongue-swiping contact. The girl was making out—French Kissing—her pet.
YES! Slut! YES‼
Bonnie's nagging voice, thought dispelled for good, flared in her head as the redhead pulled back, sucking hard on the long flexible muscle. Tips tried to retain contact as long as possible.
mmmmm
Once freed, his brother shouldered in, eager for his turn. Having twin siblings of her own who always want to share, the girl ignored the behavior.
"You too, Huntie… not neglecting you…"
Sucked his tongue hard as well.
mmm
Orion moved back in. This time, Kim leaned back against the table edge. Opened wide, allowing him free range as he leaned in. She felt his eagerness—and tongue—explore, taste, the entirety of the reaches her mouth. Rimmed the boundaries of her throat.
ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp
mmmmm nnnnn
Ohmigawd… can't believe how used to this I've become…
Bonnie's nagging voice cut through her thoughts like a knife.
NOW you're a cheerleader! Took your time! Took you long enough! GO AWAY Bonnie! Boys'll be next. NO BOYS‼
At least thirty minutes, the Danes crowded each other, jostling for their turns at their Alpha's alluring oral cavity. Kim turned her head back and forth, hand cupping their ears and head, as if she needed to hold them in place, fully submitting to their vivacious acceptance of the reward she gave them.
It was not until she felt a wet nose that she realized that instead of crowding his brother as Orion swabbed her mouth, Hunter had stepped away.
Sniffing, smelling something, his nose had caught whiff of an enticing aroma. Followed. Hunted. Discovered it between her knees. No, her thighs.
Kim's legs were already spread, thighs offering no resistance to his head as he nosed higher. Encountered red-furred dampness.
Took a firm lick.
Kim's eyes—she unaware they had been closed—snapped wide open.
Wha… NO! Eeeek‼
She attempted to bolt upright to stop him but was Orion kept her pinned, swabbing away their combined saliva.
Hunter… hunny… hunnn'eeeek!
slluup slluup slluup slluup
Her objections got swallowed. Either down her own throat or were scooped out and down Orion's. Her tongue's sudden activity spurred equal reaction from Orion, tasting her flexible muscle as much as she tasting his.
Pinned. Incapable of movement, knees and thighs chocked apart by Hunter's massive head as he enthusiastically lapped at the source of the aroma. The Alpha's moans increased in frequency, quality, and volume.
slluup slluup slluup slluup
Kim relaxed as the pleasure from both ends washed over her thoughts and mind.
ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp
slluup slluup slluup slluup
MMmmMM MMnnMM
Oh God… Hunter, hunny… ohmigawd…
ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp ssllpp
slluup slluup slluup slluup
MMMMmmmMMMM NNNNN MMMMnnnMMMM