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Stoppable Takes Control pt. 3 (Kim Possible)
🕑 Added 2018-03-09 20:00:01 +0000 UTC Weekly Prompt Winner!Themes: Consensual, Master/Slave, Dom/Sub
Word Count: 2,441
Summary: After being rescued by Ron Stoppable, Tara ends up with a rather twisted view of the blond young man, her hero worship and her attraction for the boy turning into an unhealthy obsession. Thus, she notices the change in how Bonnie acts around Ron, and begins to investigate. What she finds... well, in the end Ron doesn't even have to do anything to have Tara kneeling at his feet, begging him to take her neck.
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It didn’t matter what he’d done. Ron Stoppable was a hero, HER hero, and he deserved the world. He’d saved her life… the least she could do was give it back to him in return. Tara licks her lips as she lays atop her bed, naked as the day she was born. The blonde’s hands move over her body as she imagines Ron taking it, taking her, OWNING her.
With a near-orgasmic shudder, one of Tara’s hands slides down her front, coming to a stop betwixt her thighs. The cheerleader’s fingers ghost across her wet nethers, and she moans wantonly as she shuts her eyes and imagines their Ron’s fingers instead. They could never compare to his cock of course, Tara knows that. After all, she’d been watching.
People assumed that she was ditzy and dumb, simply because she was blonde. They assumed she was unobservant, slow, and weak. But Tara was a smart girl. She had eccentric tastes, sure, but she wasn’t unaware of her surroundings. Bonnie had begun acting rather oddly around Tara’s crush, and for a number of reasons, Tara had had to investigate.
Mostly, she’d been afraid that Bonnie was trying to steal Ron away from her, possibly to set him up for an eventual fall after building him sky high. Or even worse, the brunette could have simply finally seen the value in Tara’s crush, and she very well might have wanted him all to herself, for reals. That would be the worst-case scenario, in Tara’s opinion. If Bonnie broke Ron’s heart, that might leave the blonde room to wiggle in as the rebound girl that mended it.
But if she took Ron’s heart forever, what would Tara do? The blonde wanted Ron, sure… but she knew she couldn’t stand up to Bonnie Rockwaller of all people. But then, as she’d found out, she didn’t have to. The truth had been so much sweeter than Tara ever could have imagined. Ron had Bonnie dancing to HIS tune, and the Cheer Captain was his loyal, loving servant.
As it turned out… Tara had a few fantasies that probably made her a huge pervert. The blonde deviant was smart enough to keep her desires and her thoughts to herself on that front though. In the end, she was a huge sub… and there was nothing more she wanted than to find a domineering, overbearing man to take control. Someone to submit to, that she could trust, that she could know would protect her… that was all Tara wanted in life.
Ron Stoppable was such a man. She’d seen it, at Camp Wannaweep. Ron had saved her life. It had been soooo heroic. Another moan leaves Tara’s lips as she pushes her slender, feminine fingers into her cunt. She can’t imagine these are Ron’s fingers anymore though. They’re too thin, too small. His fingers are no doubt big, and masculine, just like his fat cock. She’d watched him fuck Bonnie behind the bleachers more than once this past week, pistoning her digits in and out of her cunt just as she was doing now.
It was so unbelievably hot, watching him dominate the other girl. Tara… Tara desperately wanted in on that. She wanted her hero to take her and add her to his collection. She wanted to give him the world, but since she couldn’t do that, she wanted to give him HERSELF instead. The thought of kneeling before him, of submitting to his every whim. It… it…
“Oooh fuuuuck…”
Tara hisses as her eyelids flutter shut and her orgasm hits HARD. Biting down on her lower lip, the blonde muffles her climactic cry, even as her pussy juices coat her fingers right then and there. The blonde cheerleader moans quietly as she pulls her digits free, and then she brings them slowly up to her lips. Ron would… he would want her to clean up after herself. He would order her to lick her fingers clean. She could practically hear him now.
With that in mind, Tara slides the slender digits into her mouth and suckles at them until every bit of her sexual fluids is off, and her fingers are left covered in saliva. And then, the moment is over, the fantasy done. Tara’s eyes open and she stares up at the ceiling of her room, letting out a low, shuddering breath followed by a needy whimper.
She wanted the real thing. She wanted to do it, to submit to Ron. Maybe… maybe she would. Maybe it was time. But first, before she did so, she’d have to make a trip to the pet store.
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It was the end of the school day, and Ron was contemplating whether he should even let Bonnie go to practice or not. Might be more fun to make her unbelievably late again, and get her in trouble with the other girls, all while fucking her just a little ways away from them. Mm, pounding the brunette from behind while she moans wantonly and begged for more was certainly a pleasurable exercise.
Ah, and there she is, up ahead! Bonnie is heading towards the girl’s locker room, but before Ron can call out to her and stop her, a voice cuts in from the side, attached to a pretty, smiling face.
“Ron!”
Blinking, Ron finds himself looking into the bright blue eyes of Tara, another one of the cheer team’s members.
“Tara? Sup?”
She was certainly pretty. Should he take her instead? Might be fun...
Almost as if she can read his thoughts, Tara blushes and smiles softly. Shifting this way and that, the cheerleader seems a little unsure of herself for a moment, even as she squirms under his gaze.
“U-Um… do you mind if we t-talk, really quick? Like… in private?”
Blinking at that, Ron glances around. Bonnie is already gone, off in the girl’s locker room now. Tara on the other hand, is already dressed in her cheerleader outfit now that Ron actually takes a moment to look at her. And damn if she isn’t fine. Hm, whatever she had to say would probably only take a second, but Ron suddenly had every intention of making it take a lot longer than that. Giving the blonde girl an easy grin, he nods and gestures.
“Sure. Lead the way.”
Tara does exactly that, and with the school day over, it isn’t hard for them to find an empty classroom. Middleton’s faculty, with only a couple of exceptions, weren’t the hardest working teachers in the world, to be sure. Tara lets Ron into the classroom with one hand behind her back, and then she closes and locks the door behind them.
Quite suddenly, Ron is suspicious. Wait a second, what is this? The boy frowns and stuffs his hands into his pockets as he eyes Tara’s smiling, nervous face up and down. It might have looked petulant or lazy on the outside, but in truth, Ron had plenty of little gadgets in the depths of his pant pockets, just waiting to be used.
“So, Tara… sup?”
Not really having anything else to say, Ron repeats himself. The blonde cheerleader blushes deeply, and then finally reveals what she’s been hiding behind her back. For a moment, Ron is ready to do battle… and then he registers the bright pink leather dog-collar in the girl’s hand. And then Tara sinks to the floor, to her knees, just like that, offering it up to him with her head bowed and not a word otherwise.
… Had Bonnie grabbed another one so quickly? He really had to limit that girl’s access to his tech.
“Let me guess, Bonnie put you up to this.”
Tara’s head snaps up and her bright blue eyes are wide as she shakes her head back and forth, her blonde curls bouncing along with her.
“N-No! Ron, Bonnie doesn’t know a thing… b-but I do.”
Ron freezes, even as Tara blushes deeper and bites her lower lip.
“I know what you did to Bonnie, Ron. And… and I don’t care. She deserves it.”
Eyes narrowed, Ron looks between the blonde’s earnest gaze and the outstretched collar. She doesn’t seem deceitful, at least to his senses…
“Tara… what is this?”
Her blush gets even deeper, her face so very red with embarrassment, but even then, she carries on.
“I want… I want to be yours, Ron Stoppable. I want you to own me. I want you to take this collar, put it around my neck, and make me do whatever you want.”
Was it a trap? How could it be a trap? Ron’s mind works a mile a minute as he considers and discards all possibilities, all enemies that could be behind this. No one fits. Tara wasn’t even on his radar, so he wouldn’t be on anyone else’s radar either. He just… he can’t believe this is really happening. Of her own free will, the blonde cheerleader wants to submit to him? Well… well, he’s not going to say NO!
Stepping forward, Ron pulls the collar from Tara’s hands with more confidence than he’s truly feeling. He doesn’t let his nerves show on his face though. Instead, he fingers the pink dog collar for a moment, expressionless as he gazes down at the kneeling blonde. Tara in turn stares up at him, blue eyes filled with hope… and lust.
“Do you understand what this means? There’s no going back, Tara.”
Despite being entirely docile, the blonde girl is remarkably resolved as she stares up at him.
“I don’t want to go back, Ron.”
A chuckle leaves his throat as he stares at her.
“You’re just a hot little slut, aren’t you?”
Her blush magnifies, and she averts her gaze as she swallows thickly.
“… O-Only for you… Master.”
Ron snorts derisively at that.
“Not yet. You haven’t earned it yet. Prove you can obey, and perhaps I’ll consider it… mm, but I’m far too horny for just foreplay right now. So, let’s do the crash course, shall we? I want you to stand up, walk your tight little ass over to the teacher’s desk, bend over it, and flip up your skirt. If your wearing panties, you’ll pull them down. If you’re not… well, that’ll be a point in your favor, won’t it? Mm, and once you’ve exposed your hot, no doubt sopping wet slit to me, you’ll beg me to fuck you. Convince me, slut.”
As soon as he stops talking, Tara rises to her feet. She sashays and sways her way over to the teacher’s desk a few feet away rather sensually, and Ron watches her every step of the way. When she arrives at the desk, she bends forward and reaches back at the same time, flipping the short skirt of her cheerleader uniform up off of her ass, revealing both it, her inner thighs… and her dripping pussy lips.
Ron’s brow rises as he stares at the panty-less girl. She really was serious about this. She couldn’t have possibly gone to practice like this, so clearly the girl had deduced how much he enjoyed a woman in ‘uniform’ and decided to wear her cheer outfit to this little seduction. Well, it was fucking working. Ron had never been more erect in his life. At least, not until Tara finally looks back over her shoulder at him, desire and lust blazing in her big blue eyes.
“Please Ron… pleeeease fuck me. Come over here and show me who’s boss! Pound my naughty little cunt into tomorrow! Claim me, make me your pet, become my master, fuck m-EEEEEEEE!!!”
Somewhere around ‘claim me’, Ron couldn’t take it anymore. His cock comes out of its tight confines as he strides across the room, and Tara’s final word gets cut off, turning into a loud shriek as he slams it home right then and there. Tara’s a virgin, to his mild surprise, and she cries out in both pain and pleasure as he fills her to the breaking point with most of his meat rod.
Even still, Ron isn’t one to pause and let her adjust. If she’s going to be his toy, his willing little plaything, then she’s got to be ready whenever he wants her. Grunting, Ron grasps at Tara’s hip with one hand, and takes ahold of her blonde curls with the other. The cheerleader’s back arches and a loud, wanton moan leaves her throat as he starts to REALLY rail into her. In and out he goes, his cock pounding, thrusting, pistoning away inside of her.
Tara can do nothing but take it… well, no, she probably could fight back, she could resist. But she won’t. Because the blonde WANTS this. It’s a strange, heady feeling, knowing that she came to him of her own free will. Knowing that Tara desired him, that she wanted to be dominated by him. Ron enjoys every last moment of it, just as he enjoys the blonde’s body in full, grunting and groaning as his cock rams away into her cunt.
It’s not long before she begins to cum around his length. And once she starts, she can’t seem to stop. Ron marvels at the sensations this girl brings to the table, the pussy juices slickening his passage, her inner walls clenching and squeezing and tightening around his cock. It seems Tara is quite the squirter… but he doesn’t mind one bit, even as he continues to thrust away into her cunt, right up until she milks his release right out of his prick.
His seed pours into the blonde, and Tara shrieks as her eyes roll back in her head. She shakes and spasms her way through one more orgasm, and then collapses forward onto the desk before her, even as Ron pumps his thick, sticky cum load into her womb. Panting a bit himself, the boy can’t help but stare down at the exhausted cheerleader. Had she proved herself? Was he going to ‘keep her’?
… Fuck yes. Grinning, Ron grabs up the pink collar from where he’d set it down on the teacher’s desk. He unclasps the thing, and a moment later he’s fitting it around Tara’s pretty, skinny neck as the blonde moans at the sudden sensation around her throat. Closing it up, he cinches it tight and then pulls Tara up off the desk and against his back. His hand moves over her neck, covering the collar as he breathes into her ear.
“You’re mine now, slut.”
Tara nods as best she can in agreement, panting with need, wiggling her ass against his softening prick as it slips out of her cunt.
“A-All yours… Master~”
Comments
unclefester84
Lovely piece as always, too bad for patreon to ban more kinky contents, maybe i'll take that up and commission some more chapters. How much a similar piece would be?
Cambrian
Unfortunately, this is probably the final piece for this story anyways, at least on my Patreon. I could post this up cuz it was Consensual, but the overarching theme of the other parts of the story is still noncon/dubcon. So unless a commissioner has me write more of it, it'll end here.
TheSinful
Awesome as always. Sadly, I don't know much about this series so I got no idea who'd be next.
