Stop the Fighting?

Kim unzipped the onepiece of her bunnysuit and peeled it from her sweaty body. As the air of reality hit her now exposed body, the human in her had to be reassured. Yes, this was the right thing to do. According to Wade’s research, the Dip had removed a Toon from human reality by removing its anchor to it, human pain. The more she could absorb, the more firmly she would be anchored. That was the rock she had to have! It would be her lodestone, her magnetic compass point to keep her true to her human north: Kim Possible, the I Can Do Anything Girl! Uh...without having to go toon. (Ugh! Toon Logic: To keep a fingerhold on my humanity, she has to go toon.)

The fishnet pantyhose was crotchless, leaving even anal a possibility. She thought of kicking off her 3-inch heels, but decided the little added shaping they gave her legs and back could prove an advantage. “Will Du! Jǐnggào! En gard!”

The Chinese agent of Global Justice had been challenged! And by a woman, no less. It went against the Confucian Proper Way of Things. That was even before adding in the undeniable fact that the woman was naked, that the woman was showing her engorged and slick nether lips, that the woman was letting her large breasts with her large, puffy areolas and long, erect nipples…

Will was the first to make a move. No, his cock was the first; rising up more determinedly than his arms.

To Will’s Confucianism’s Yang, Kim was Taoism’s Yin. She yielded. She flowed from his grasp, keeping her bare skin against his until the instant contact had to be lost. Longing was left in her wake.

Again the martial artist tried; again, he was left with an ache for what was proving ephemeral.

In the third time, he made more solid contact: His fist almost struck her breast! She was gone, though, and he was left staring at his hand. “It’s no longer a fist,” Kim said. “I like!” and she rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek.

Will spun! She was gone already.

She was sitting on the floor of the hoverjet, ready to tumble away from him. “We can continue playing this game. Or, we can get on with the love-making. Your call, Agent…. May I call you “Will”?”

He sat down where he was. “You may. ...Kim.”

“Better. Now, you have to ask yourself, How much of a show am I willing to put on for my employer?”

“It takes a special code to override the Not-Suitable-for-Work filters of Global Justice’s super-mainframe computers.”

“I thought so. GJ can see just about everywhere but doesn’t. Now, I assume we’re only a few minutes away from this mission’s destination.” She got up and crawled enticingly over to him. “How do you want to spend them?”