Disclaimer/Author's Note: After fifty stories, I still don't own the copyrights to the TV series Kim Possible and receive no compensation for writing my stuff.

This is a continuation of my story, Goth and takes place during the summer after Bonnie, Kim and Ron's junior year of high school. Bonnie Rockwaller has turned over a new leaf and become friends with our two teen heroes, and a whole lot more. The three teens have been going on missions together, enjoying their off-time in the bedroom with each other and Ron and Kim have just gotten married. You'll need to read the other story first so you know the whole sitch.

Are you ready boys and girls? Because here's part 2 of Goth from the warped mind of pbow.

We pick up the story just after the wedding.

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Goth II

Chapter 1

Honeymoon

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Newlywed Kim Stoppable returned from the cockpit where she'd just checked on the robotic pilot and found the main cabin of her brand new jet nearly void of all life. (Rufus was at the entertainment center of the plush, personal private plane, merrily making his way through the fields of Everlot on the computer hooked up to the huge plasma screen, but other than that no one else was there.) She warmly smiled to herself. The plane had taken off only fifteen minutes ago on her honeymoon flight and she knew exactly where her husband of less than one hour, and her second best girl friend of just over six months, had disappeared to. They were more than likely in the bedroom, naked and making love.

It didn't bother Kim that her husband, Ron Stoppable, was in the arms of Bonnie Rockwaller. After all, she'd been sharing Ron with Bonnie, Monique and the rest of the cheer squad for the past four months or so, ever since they had stopped Motor Ed and his crew from stealing a few muscles cars from an auto show. No, Kim wasn't worried. She knew that she would get her share of the blond boy that night because Bonnie would be sexually satisfied and fast asleep long before Ron would be ready to call it quits. Kim knew that even she wouldn't be able to sate his MMP enhanced libido as she unzipped her wedding gown and made her way to the rear of the plane following the trail of clothing (shoes, tuxedo jacket, then a tie, shirt and finally pants) leading to the boudoir.

Kim picked up the clothes along the way with a heavy sigh. Ron could sometimes be a total slob when it came to leaving his things scattered haphazardly around a room. It was a habit she had been trying to break him of for the past ten or twelve years, ever since she was allowed to walk to his house alone, and would probably still be trying to correct the sitch when they were old and gray. But she also realized that it was probably Bonnie's fault for the mess this time. Kim could just picture the brunette leading the blond boy off to carnal heaven as she lustily stripped Ron of his clothing along the way.

Kim opened the door to the bedroom and smiled to herself at the sight she saw. Ron was prone on the bed, dressed only in a pair of jet black silk boxers; a wedding present from the formerly Goth-flavored girl standing over him. Bonnie was slowly, sexily writhing back and forth, clad only in a black thong, dancing to the music playing on the in-room stereo, putting on a show for the blond boy.

Kim tossed the clothes she had gathered onto a nearby chair and said, "Bonnie, I've been trying to teach Ron to pick up his clothes. Am I going to have trouble with you too?"

"I would've picked them up later," the brunette sassed back as she sexily shrugged out of her panties and flicked the garment aside with a toe, not caring where it landed. "Ron Ron wanted to wait for you in the main cabin but I was feeling extremely horny."

"You're always extremely horny, Bon Bon," Ron playfully chided the brunette as he grabbed the girl behind her knees and made her land astride his waist. He looked over his shoulder at the redhead and asked, "Are you gonna join us, KP?"

"Just give me a second," Kim chuckled as she took off her white wedding dress and carefully hung it in the closet. She kicked off her low heels and swiftly stripped out of her bra and panties before somersaulting onto the bed, planting a quick kiss on his lips. "Besides, it's a five hour flight to Tahiti. We can take our sweet time."

And take their sweet time, they did.

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Tahiti was absolutely beautiful; a tropical paradise just like advertised. While their hotel suite had all of the amenities like any of the finest hotels in Upperton or Denver, they were actually staying in a small secluded bungalow on the beach with its own private jacuzzi on the sundeck and a computer and satellite TV hook up in the spacious common room.

There were a few drawbacks, though. The kitchen was fairly primitive by Ron's standards and they really didn't need the second bedroom, but the rest of the hotel complex and other bungalows were far enough away from theirs that they didn't have to worry about being spied upon by anyone. (Not that that would be a problem. Clothing was optional on most of the beaches on the island so nudity wasn't frowned upon.)

After they'd checked in, Kim, Ron and Bonnie spent a few minutes putting the clothes that they'd brought from the plane away before they laid down for a nap.

The trio didn't spend nearly as much time in the bedroom as they had originally thought they would during the two week honeymoon vacation on the island. There were quite a few dance clubs to visit at night, and during the day the sun, sand and ocean were just too inviting. They also spent one day out on a chartered fishing boat where the girls were very lucky, catching all of the fish while Ron was skunked. (The only thing he caught was a little too much sun due to his blond complexion and not enough sunblock.) They also spent quite a few of their afternoons aimlessly wandering around the quaint little gift shops and other stores on the island.

But it wasn't all fun and games on the tropical paradise. There were the two days that the trio spent flying back to the States to take care of Frugal Lucre's latest scheme.

Francis Luhrman turned out to be a one trick pony, again threatening the internet if every person on the planet didn't sent him one whole American dollar. (Or the equivalent in whatever currency of whatever country the person lived in.) The only differences there were from the last plot and this one were that he used a head of lettuce as the trigger mechanism instead of a can of Vienna Sausage, and he'd moved his "lair" from the basement of his mother's house to the attic.

Mrs. Luhrman had banned her son from the basement because of his first foiled plot. The snapping turtles had made a huge mess down there during his short stint in prison when one of the turtles had bitten the side of the kiddie pool, deflating it, and they'd escaped. She wasn't sure if all of the snapping turtles had been caught and returned to their natural habitat or if some had died down there. The awful stench emanating from the basement led one to believe that a few of the reptiles had survived the roundup by Animal Control, only to later die from starvation.

The head of lettuce with the altered UPC bar was ultimately Frugal Lucre's downfall. It'd taken him one whole week to painstakingly alter the UPC bar code, the cellophane wrapper didn't want to cooperate much, and by the time he put the lettuce back in the bin with the rest of the heads, it had started to wilt and turn a sickly, mushy gray/brown.

Absolutely nobody wanted to buy it and the plot never got off the ground.

In the end, Francis was arrested by the three teens before they flew back to Tahiti to finish the honeymoon. The charges ended up being extortion and selling produce past its expiration date. (There was a much much heavier penalty for the expired lettuce than the extortion charges.)

The trio had also flown back to the U.S. on an overnight trip for the grand opening of one of their boutiques in Phoenix, Arizona. They'd met Monique at the store and found out that the other shops were still selling their merchandise like Bueno Nacho sold Nacos on a two-for-one night, and that the manufacturing plant would need to expand again in the near future.

With that news, Ron called to order more sewing machines and cloth cutters and Monique vowed to expand the workforce after the new equipment had arrived.

Monique spent the night on the Team Possible airplane, helping to satisfy her three friends, before she winged her way back to Middleton early the next morning.

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Ron was telling Kim and Bonnie about the layout of Yamanouchi as the big jet winged it's way into Japanese airspace, on it's flight path to the airport at Nagano. He knew the city was close to Mount Yamanouchi, a little over one hour away from the base of the mountain, and was planning to hanger the plane there while they stayed at the secret ninja school.

Suddenly, the mechanical pilot summoned Ron to the cockpit via the intercom saying he had a call on the radio. When Ron took the call, he found out it was Yori informing him that the VTOL capable plane would be allowed to land and sit for the duration of their stay by the waterfall near the secret bridge to the school.

Bonnie didn't take that bit of information very well.

Since the plane would essentially be just outside of the school's walls, that meant she could've brought along both of her suitcases with all of her stuff. It didn't matter that she wouldn't have needed any of the clothing and other items she'd left behind; gis being the only thing worn at the school.

To Bonnie, it was the principle of the matter.