Luckily for Kim, she had the rest of school with Ron, so that was one less thing to worry about. During class, he would sit at his tiny desk on top of hers, and she’d steal occasional peeks at his back. It wasn’t anything weird. She just liked watching him. Although she’d known him since kindergarten, when seeing him get picked on had prompted her to stand up to their mutual bullies and lead to a lasting friendship, she’d never gotten over her fascination with him.
Kim had read plenty of scientific journals on minizoras and was about as close to an expert as a non-scientist could be. However, minizoras in general, and Ron in particular, never stopped being interesting. It seemed so improbable that a person could really be so small, yet the proof was right there. He just sat there hunched over his tiny desk and wrote his tiny notes on his tiny sheets of paper with tiny pencils. It was adorable, and Kim was fully prepared to fight anyone who dared to disagree.
Ron needed specially made materials like clothes and school supplies to interact with the world as everyone else was expected to. Fortunately, his condition was classified as a disability, which entitled him to have such things paid for almost entirely by the government. Kim had mixed feelings about minizoras being considered disabled. On the one hand, it made sense on paper. They weren’t able to do a lot of things that regular people were expected to without help, so it was only right that they are afforded special accommodations.
On the other hand, the whole idea came off as just a tad condescending to the teen hero. Relative to his size, Ron was one of the most physically capable people she knew. All minizoras had natural athleticism, which was such a shame since a lot of the time, they were relegated to jobs behind a computer screen. So few people gave them a chance to do anything else. Many minizoras had found flourishing careers as actors. However, more often than not, they were restricted to a particularly demeaning category of film. In fact, over the years, Ron had received several offers to star in such films. As much as Kim disapproved, she conceded that it made sense. Ron got a lot of exposure when their missions were caught on camera, and he was naturally cute, so it was only natural that some sleazy porn director would want to recruit her friend. However, Ron always refused because such things were beneath him. At least, that was what Kim assumed his reasons were.
Regardless, Kim deeply treasured Ron. Even before she started saving people as a profession, she learned the joys of helping others by helping him. In fact, if it wasn’t for her honing her skills by fending off a seemingly never-ending wave of bullies, Kim Possible might never have become a household name. More simply than that, she just liked him. She liked protecting him, liked how he relied on her for things like transportation, and liked how he was always there to listen. She even liked some of the grosser stuff, like how the way he’d eat a bowl of nachos resembled a two-legged piranha tearing into a carcass and splattering cheesy gore everywhere. Such an appetite was downright superhuman, and just one more reason Kim liked watching Ron.
When class ended, Kim set Ron on her shoulder while Rufus preferred to ride around in her pants pocket. “You looked like you were having trouble back there,” she said to her tiny friend.
Ron groaned as he sat on the strap of Kim’s green tank top. “Ugh, why do there have to be so many dates in history? All the numbers just blend together after a point.”
Kim nodded. “I know. That’s a pretty common complaint about history.”
“It might not be so bad if Mr. Barkin didn’t sound just as bored as I am.”
Kim giggled. “I’m learning to mostly tune him out and just listen for stuff that sounds important. I noticed that he usually gets a little louder when he mentions something that’s going to be on the test.”
Ron smirked. “Why, KP, it almost sounds like you’ve found a way to cheat the system.”
“It’s called pattern recognition, Ron. It’s not cheating,” Kim asserted. “Maybe your grades would improve if you gave it a shot.”
“Nah, wouldn’t work. My head’s already full of patterns related to bad guy stuff. Like, did you ever notice that even though Shego is right-handed, she’ll sometimes lead with the left if she’s feeling especially grouchy that day?”
Kim blinked as she recalled previous fights with the green-tinted mercenary. “You know, I think you’re right.” She smiled at her shoulder sitter. “Not bad, Ron. You know how to focus just fine, though your priorities could use a little work to balance. Save some of that brain work for school.”
“Missions are life-or-death, KP; usually yours. That’s my priority. Besides, it’s not like I’ll ever-”
“Don’t!” Kim snapped.
“What? I was just-”
“I said don’t! The only one allowed to put down my best friend is me. Anyone else gets introduced to Rufus’ teeth of permanent severance.” Kim gestured to her pocket, where Rufus clicked his giant buck teeth in agreement. “You’re not allowed to say you can’t do something, or even listen to anyone who says you can’t. Being tiny doesn’t make you any less capable where it counts the most.” Her tone brokered no argument.
Smiling, Ron shuffled his way up Kim’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around her cheek in a hug. In every sense of the term, Kim was always there to pick him up when he was down. He treasured these moments where she voiced her belief in him, which was at least once a day. Alas, she only needed to say it so often because he had such a hard time believing it. He loved that he was useful to Kim during missions, but outside of that, there was only one other thing he was good at; one other skill that others valued him for.
Not that Ron necessarily minded being used as a sex toy. He might have been a shrimp, but he was a horny little shrimp. Being surrounded by pretty girls all the time, he was grateful when one of them asked for some Ron love, as he liked to call it, since he got at least as much relief out of the experience as the big people. Regardless of his size, he was still a teen boy, so it’s not like he was going to refuse the chance to cum in a girl’s mouth, pussy, ass, or even on her boobs. He didn’t even mind when guys used him, though he preferred the ladies. It made him feel useful to be used, as weird as that may sound. Kim was the best friend Ron could hope for, and she did her best to understand. However, as a minizora, Ron had long ago accepted that he just had to take what he could get.
1 They continue their school day
2 Skip to after school where Kim and Ron do homework at her place
3 Kim starts feeling the sort of urges that she usually represses
4 Wade calls with a mission
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