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Vicky And Icky	By : wendi-bnkywuv Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 28437 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Vicky And Icky!"

WARNING! THIS IS PROBABLY UNLIKE ANY "FAIRLY ODDPARENTS" YOU GREW UP WITH SO, UNLESS YOU LIKE CRUEL BABYSITTERS, FARIES, SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS WITH A BABYSITER AND CHILD, GO AHEAD AND READ!

"Bye Timmy." Said Mr. Turner. Timmy looked around. "No pain. No yelling. No alligators chewing at my feet...No Vicky today?" Asked Timmy hopefully. "This is quite a surprise!" Timmy said, a bit shocked at the fact they were leaving him, with no Vicky. "That reminds me. Timmy there's a surprise for you in your room." Said Mrs. Turner. Timmy didn't even bother to say goodbye, and in the blink of an eye he was up in his room. Sure enough, there it was, wrapped in a colorful red paper with a black string. Timmy ravenously tore it open and no one other than Vicky popped out! Timmy gave a cry of fright. "Surprise Timmy!" Said both his parents at his door. "You can't leave me with her! She'll totally torture me all day!" "Well, that would explain the cries for help written in the peanut butter." Said Mrs. Turner. "Which is now soiled!" Cried Mr. Turner, sobbing over his peanut butter jar. "Now look what you've done! You made your father cry!" "But, she really does!" Pleaded Timmy, now on his knees. "No I don't!" Said Vicky, hiding a Chainsaw behind her back, being sure the spinning blades didn't cut her. She threw it up and it cut a hole in the ceiling. On its way, the handle caught a wind meter, spinning and cutting the metal head off of the rooster. The force flung it a long way, and it landed on a limb of a tree, the sharp spinning blades cutting through the branch. Mr. Crocker was in his car, getting ready to drive away, plotting his next method of getting Timmy to reveal the boys' almost life long secret, when the limb crashed through the front, hitting the crazed teacher on the head. He fell out, dumb enough as to not shut his door when leaving, and he could see multiple fairies were flying around his head. "FAIRIES!" He shouted, twitching like the crazy fairy obsessed teacher he was. "Timmy. We have to leave you here! We're going to an R rated movie and you're not old enough!" "Oh come on! Being here with Vicky is way worse than some horror film! Please let me come! Please, please, PLEASE!" Timmy was dragging behind Mrs. Turner, holding firmly to her dress. "I said no and that's final!" Please mom! Please! I'll buy popcorn, sodas, ANYTHING!" "We said no and no means no!" "Really?" Said Mr. Turner. "I always thought it meant yes." "Timmy, I know you're sad, and I promise, I will make us some hot chocolate!" Said Vicky, already preparing some. She reached down and pulled Timmy off. "Sure there's no poison?" Asked Timmy under his breath. "See? She's not mean. It's just all in your imagination. Now, you are going to stay home wether you like it or not and finish your hot chocolate that nice Vicky made for you" Said Mrs. Turner. "Aw. I wanted to have some too." Said Mr. Turner. Mrs. Turner shut the door and there they were, facing each other. "What are you waiting for shrimp, drink up!" Scorned Vicky. "No! You did something to mine and I'm not taking one sip!" Vicky took it away from him. "Oh yeah? How about you look at it AND TELL ME IF THERE'S ANYTHING WRONG WITH IT!" With that, she splashed the hot, extremely hot chocolate on to his face. Timmy screamed, not in pain, but in rage. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" Screamed Timmy, not afraid of her anymore. "I'm getting proof of how mean you are to me, and I will show mom and dad just how cruel you are." "And I'll tell them about you watching 'Happy Tree Friends' after your bedtime!" Timmy growled angrily. Suddenly, he noticed the pain in his flesh. Putting his hands to his face, he screamed out.

Vicky was in the living room. "Twerp. He's always complaining about me. I'd better do something before he tells his parents about me and they get rid of me." She said, stomping so hard the floor cracked. "I'll put lobsters in his bathtub. No. I'll put thumb tacks in his shoes...I'll..." Suddenly, she knew what she could do! She began to giggle that transcended into a crazed laugh, she herself was even shocked by the thought of her next plan. Timmy was doing the same in his room however, his were subtle. "Man. Vicky can get away with anything!" "Including turning your face into a roasted chocolate covered marshmallow!" Said Cosmo, looking at his burnt face. He came out of the fish bowl, in his fairy form and licked the chocolate off of his face. "I have to come with some sort of a plan..." He too let out an insane laugh, but that was quickly cancelled when there was loud knocking at his door. It sounded as if someone were using a hammer to break in. It was Vicky. "Time for lunch twerp!" She screamed. Cosmo had already disguised himself as a fish again. She picked him up by his hair and dragged him out. Timmy could see she was preparing soup, but noticed she was adding in something else. Timmy was indeed very hungry, but his hunger quickly vanished at wondering what kind of hideous things she would give him. "I'm hungry." He said, already coming up with a plan. "Lunch is almost ready, twerp!" Shouted Vicky pouring in bleach to his soup. He was going to take some of the soup and save it to prove to his parents she had done something vile. She set a bowl of the concoction in front of him, and Timmy noticed it smelled queer. "What is this?" He asked. "Oh, just some soup, I added in some special ingredients." She sneered. Timmy only had to barely touch his tongue to the liquid before he gagged. "It tastes like bleach!" "I know. Bleach is the secret ingredient!" She took hold of his spoon. "Now, EAT IT!" She screamed, in a voice so loud his hair flew back and his hat flew off. "No! Vicky, don't you realize what you're doing? If I eat this, I could die! Would you really want to kill me when you could just torture me instead?" He stopped, and spoke to himself. "Whoa! This is awkward!" He then began to speak to her again. "If you keep torturing me, you'll surly kill me!" Vicky took the spoon away and looked into the bowl, the bleach making a nice pool on the center. She peered down at herself, Timmy's reflection just above hers, and, something clicked in her head. She smacked the bowl away from him. "You're right." "I am? I mean, of course I am!" Said Timmy, correcting himself for sounding so forgiving to Vicky. "What am I doing? I enjoy causing you pain, but, but, I would never kill you!" Suddenly, her eyes began to well in tears. "What kind of babysitter am I? I've lost it! No you means no money, and to think I was about to kill you!" She then broke down in tears, her face falling right in front of Timmy. She sobbed and pulled on her hair. "I'm sorry Timmy! So sorry! Can you ever forgive me?" Vicky's voice sounded saddned, and Timmy was so shocked, he fainted. Vicky looked up and saw Timmy on the ground. She gasped. "Oh no! If Timmy's parents find out, I surely won't get paid!" She picked up Timmy and carried him to his room. Carrying him, an unconscious Timmy made her feel oddly attached to him. She placed him on his bed and watched him. Several minutes went by before he woke. "Hey Timmy." Said Vicky in a calm voice. "Are you okay?" "You you...called me Timmy." He said in a weak voice. "Well, I guess, realizing I was going to kill you...made me think differently." "Apparently." Said Timmy. "I'm sorry for everything I've ever done to you, and it took me until just now, and that time we were stuck in that cave during the avalanche to realize I really do care about you deep down in my soulless heart, I was just so afraid to let know that." She stroked his hair. "Is this another trick?" He asked, still not feeling too sure of this. "Oh no, Timmy. I've changed, and to prove it, I'm going to let you watch the Dinomighty Dinosaurs." "O...okay." Said Timmy, now fully awake. They left the room. Wanda spoke. "Jee, Vicky sure seems nice all of the sudden." "Yeah. It's almost like something terrible happened and now she's gone crazy!" Wanda thought. "If Vicky's nice now, I wonder what would happen if..." She peeked over at Cosmo who was talking to his own reflection on the side of the bowl. "Oh, Cosmo!" She said, swimming over.

Timmy sat out on the couch, relaxed in the show. He felt like he was being watched. "I love this show. Don't you?" "I sure do." He said, thinking it was Wanda. Glancing over, he met the face of Vicky! He stared back. "Uh, Vicky? You like this show?" He asked. "If you like it, I'll be happy to watch it with you!" She said, in a sickeningly sweet voice. She leaned closer to him. "I'm not sure what's wrong with you...but...it's kinda hard to explain really." Vicky spoke to him. "Would it help if you pictured me in...this?" After saying this, she unwrapped her towel, revealing one slimming bathing suit. Timmy grabbed a pillow and held it tight. "Why are you so afraid?" She asked, sounding absolutely 'I'm going to throw up' sweet. "You're planning to do something to me! I can feel it!" Timmy said, trying to sound more suspicious than he felt. "Yes, I am. But it's nothing to be afraid of." She now leaned very close, her legs stretched out upon the couch. She stared at him with a dreamy gaze and Timmy's right eye twitched. He was utterly disturbed by this. She gazed harder at him, and suddenly, wrapped her arm around him. Timmy began to look for an escape. "Uh, Vicky. Do you mind? I'm sort of in the middle of this program." "It's okay. As long as you're with me." No pain from her sharp nails. Maybe she was changing. "Don't worry. I'm not here to hurt you." She then fell to his level, outstretched and gleeful.

Timmy went back to watching his program but kept a very close eye on his babysitter. He didn't feel the need to worry as much of Vicky. Normally, she would have used him as a pillow by now but her new behavior made him skittish. She leaned over to him and placed a hand on his. The boy jerked a bit. Her hand then trailed up his arm and she fingered with his sleeve. She used her other hand to pull him close, face to face, the opposite hand then began to glide across his right cheek. Timmy's right eye twitched. That feeling from someone so malicious was creepy, but at the same time, somewhat stimulating. "Timmy." She said. "I never knew you had such beautiful blue eyes." Timmy responded. "You, you called me Timmy, again." He said. She had never called him by his real name, in that tone of voice two times in one day. "And you actually commented nice about me. Usually you insult me or call me names!" She brushed his hair with her left hand, still using her right massage his cheek. "That's before you saved me, Timmy Turner." She used both his first and last name. "Saved you...from what?" "From being so cruel. If you hadn't warned me about that, I might have done something horrible, and lost my job. You've opened my eyes, I know I'll be paid double the amount if I'm a kind loving babysitter." As she spoke, she continued to caress his cheek and head. "But, I thought you liked being cruel." Timmy remarked, remembering all she had done to him. "Well, it was when you saved me, saved me from going over the deep end." She had already gone over the deep end, and it was getting worse. Feeling her touching him and seeing how much she cared, he began to forget all that she had ever done. "You've made me a better person, I've never felt this way before, and, it's, nice! I feel so free now..."

Her voice trailed off. Something was happening to him. He found himself lost in thoughts, thoughts of glee, desire and even a bit of horror. Her touch, so soft and gentle, arose many different feelings, emotions he had never thought he had. He loved this touch, this soothing gentle caressing motion, he had never been touched so softly by anyone before. He liked this, he really liked it, the hairs on his skin ever so slightly brushed, his flesh tampered with so flawlessly, he had dreams of these sensations before, but this was nothing like his dreams. It was so tender, he melted inside. The babysitter whom had tortured him, threatened him, laughed at him and mocked him was soothing him, caressing him, caring for him and exciting him. He spoke to her. "Vicky." She stopped talking. "Let it go. Forget everything." He whispered, in a calm voice. She now ran a finger across his neck and Timmy felt sick to his stomach, yet pleasantly, it stimulated something new in him. Something brand new. He felt sick, ready to throw up, but not quite so sick. He was enjoying this touch, it was uncontrollable. He didn't want it to be controlled. He unleashed it and stroked her hair out of her face, all without a smile, he didn't feel the need to smile. She could sense it burning within, Timmy knew this and grinned pleasantly at him. Inside, the butterflies were fluttering in happiness. He gazed in her eyes, something, so soulless, now filled with a burning passion. What was it? He had never seen Vicky's eyes look so, so gentle. Her eyes seemed radiant, like the sun as it first rises over a horizon, her long eye lashes shimmering like the rays of the peek of the bright shining star. Timmy drew a faint smile, and in return, she wrapped her hand around his head and removed his hat and with the other, began to explore his backside. It was beginning. Their fresh deep affection was finally starting to undrape.

The feeling of fingers tickling his spine so he trembled all about and sighed a bit, going limp. At last, Vicky spoke. "Did I hurt you?" She asked. Timmy stared at her, now slightly recovering from his dazed queer extacy. "No. No. It feels good." She then let him fall to her chest, and she then drew up his shirt, the boy below moving his arms slightly to make it easier for removal. She cast it aside, along with his hat and they continued. Timmy listened to her heart. Why? Timmy thought of what he was doing. Why? Why was he letting himself go? Why was he becoming so submissive? Why was he so in love? Was it because Vicky was now possessing love and affections instead of hatred? Was it because of the fact he had no reason to fear her? Was it because he now had one less stress? Was it the soothing caress of her fingers? Those thoughts were suddenly cast away, like his hat and top as he felt Vickys tender hands working his pants. Looking down he realized his shoes and socks had been removed. Her fingers tickled his fancy, and the boy moved and positioned making it a quick release. Vicky then brushed her hands up and down his chest, Timmy now sweating and breathing hard. He tremmored as she stroked down his stomach and toward his legs. He let out a small gasp, in a feeling of extreme delight. Vicky stopped for a brief moment. Suddenly, it occurred to him. He had fallen in love, in love, with his babysitter. His eyelids raised a tad and he fell slightly out of his trance. He spoke. "Vicky." He said. Vicky stopped with her search. "Yes." Timmy couldn't bring himself to finish. He wanted to tell her he was too young for this. He loved the feeling of her caring sensitive touch however and if he survived running naked through the city, the comic book store and the museum, he could live through this. Instead, he spoke of something different. "Don't stop. Don't stop until I say so. If I make a noise, please, I beg of you, don't stop."

She took his request and continued to lower her hand movements. They slid between his legs, touching ever so slightly against his vital organ. He shook all over, trembling, and gasped in surprise, extacy and delight. Vicky as ordered didn't stop, and feeling his emotion, slid further in. Her index finger lightly stroked and Timmy let out a winded sigh. "Okay. Stop." Vicky, as quickly as she could stopped. "What?" Timmy moved his legs. Vicky immediately as though instinctively knew what he wanted. She removed his last bit of clothing. There. Timmy went limp, allowing her to explore him freely. She did. Vicky ran her index finger down to the tip and the whole way Timmy trembled, his voice now tremoring as well. Vicky smiled at him. She then took two fingers and stroked, Timmy now moaning in pleasure. His whole body tickled at this feeling. Self touch was one thing. This was another thing entirely. Vicky now looked his right in his eyes, still stroking. Timmy commented her actions. "You're good...very good!" Timmy's mouth salivated at her new found pleasure center, he was sweating perfusly, caught up in the joy in every little sensation. A slight elevation took place. They both knew what that meant. She caressed him faster, Timmy now moaning in extreme delight. He had found his point in gleeful desire, and urged her to continue. She listened to his silent request and the boy wrapped his hand around hers, clutching hard. Timmy then felt a tingle between his legs, he felt like he needed to urinate. He could sense it was a natural response to this kind of stimuli and let it out, for once, once in his ten year old life he had found pleasure he thought he would never achieve. The tingling became stronger, he knew exactly what it was telling him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head for a few moments as he let out a long shrill shriek of pained pleasure.

He then completely let himself free. Vicky too wetting herself a bit, the two of them shrieking and moaning. They wrapped up in each other, Timmy fingering with her backside the same she had to him. Vicky giggled. "You're not so bad yourself Timmy, and you're only ten!" Said Vicky, weakening in his fingering. He finally leaked and Vicky could feel his moisture. Before they departed, Vicky then held his head, Timmy the same and slowly, they began to kiss. Timmy thought of many things. This is what true love felt like, inside. The two lips barely touched, bringing the biggest sensation for the two of them. Immediately at their contact, a strong tremor shook Timmy, his body heat rose and he felt like the hairs on his body would take aflame any second. His pupils dialated, his eyes twitched, his palms became sweaty, his mouth tremored and seemed to boil over in saliva. He inhaled, the air trembling with his shaking in a horrified chorus. Timmy moved away. He was only ten. He could be sexually stimulated by her, but any further actions were a strict violation of his age difference. Vicky heard this with her natural female and mothering nurturing instincts and released her will. Timmy told her something, something he never thought he would ever tell her. "I'm so glad we got to spend this time together. I loved this Vicky and I want you come over every day." He said, voice trailing off into a blissful hiss. "I definitely will." Whispered Vicky, in a voice so sweet, Timmy felt a slight bit of his breakfast well up in his throat. They then moved away, Timmy going to his room, cleaning himself and putting his clothes on. Cosmo spoke. "Wow Timmy! No cuts, no screaming. What happened?" "I'd rather not talk about it." Said Timmy, hiding this from them, his fairy godparents. "Well, you sure seem happy for the fact Vicky is here!" Said Wanda. "Yeah." Timmy trailed off in his memorials of what they had just done. "I wish she could come over every day." He said, half way to his godparents. "Okay. It seems you and Vicky are getting along, so..." They waved their wands, and his wish was granted. "Thanks guys." He said to them. He went downstairs. Vicky was dressed and cleaning the spot on the floor. "Timmy." Called Mr. Turner. "It's us." "It's my parents!" Said Timmy, hoping they wouldn't smell the aroma of love in the air. "I won't tell them anything!" Said Vicky.

The two parents came in. "Your father and I had a talk, and, since you're persistent on us getting rid of Vicky..." Timmy didn't let her finish. "It's okay mom. We had a great time. In fact, I think you should pay her triple to come over every day." "Yeah. Timmy and I had an outstanding time together." Said Vicky, still in her sweet voice. "Hey Vicky, your voice seems different." Said Mrs. Turner. "Oh that. Well, that because...she likes me, no, loves me now." He winked at her, and she winked back. "Well, if you want her to continue coming over, than we'll surely let her come over every day!" Shouted Mrs. Turner. "I'm glad to see you're finally getting along, and there's no more finger marks in my peanut butter!" Said Mr. Turner, opening a jar of peanut butter. "Nope. No finger marks!" "We'll have her over, first thing tomorrow and we'll be out extra late!" Timmy and Vicky looked at each other and spoke at the same time. "The more time we spend together the better." Just then, Cosmo and Wanda came flying in, in fly form and they all laughed together, no one except Vicky and Timmy knew.
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