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Fairly FlawedParents	By : FairySlayer Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 28990 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Timmy is Changing
Timmy has a growing urge
That he can't understand
The only way to shake it
Is by using his left hand

VICKY: Stop that!

In bed 'til noon up in his room
He strokes incessantly
But by his bed resides
His little magic guides
Who'll cure virginity!

They are his
Flawed Parents! Fairly FlawedParents!

WANDA: One night flings!
COSMO: Pointy shaky things!

Flawed Parents! Fairly FlawedParents!
Panties pawed!
Back clawed!
Hot broad!
Shot wad!

TIMMY:

Quick goose!
Lets loose
Pussy juice!
Nipple noose!
Trouser snake!
Did she fake?
Feel her quake
'Til I ache!

Flawed Parents, Fairly FlawedParents!
It screws your head
When you are in bed

With Fairly FlawedParents!

VICKY: Oh gross!

Squirt!
“This is nice,” Timmy sighed to himself in between his deep, slow breaths on that sunny Thursday afternoon. He was lying in his bed with his shorts pulled down to his lower hips and his shirt yanked up across his tender little-boy nipples. His head was boosted up on a pillow against so he could watch himself play as the daylight started to fade. Slowly, he lowered his tight grip down over his erection, squeezing his boy meat as his well-lotioned hand took it in. After a brief pause to let the tension subside, he carefully raised his hand completely off of it again. With his other hand, he gently stroked his hairless ball sack, enjoying the warmth of his own touch in the cool air.
For a change of pace, he roughly massaged just the head with his slippery fingers, as if turning the knob on an old-fashioned radio. It was an odd sensation, almost tickling, but it heightened his pleasure and prolonged the session. “Man, I have to find a way to do it like this more often. It sure beats rushing all the time,” he thought as he pushed his fist down on his tool once again. This time, it took a lot longer for it to relax, so he opened his hand and let go while still playing with his tender marbles.
He wanted it to last, as it had been his only chance to do it since Wanda had been sent to “Level 14 Probation” a few weeks earlier. Since then, Cosmo had been so lonely and needy that he barely left Timmy alone at all. His fairy godfather even pestered him if he spent too long in bathroom, where he usually did this kind of thing.
On the bright side, his fairy godmother was due back that evening, and Cosmo had gone out for a few hours to get her an extra-special welcome home present. Timmy missed Wanda terribly, too, and he looked forward to seeing her again. However, having an afternoon completely to himself was too good an opportunity to pass up.
He turned his head to the left and looked at a picture he'd printed from the Internet. It was of a young girl, about his age, wearing nothing but a pair of unbuttoned, intricately-torn blue jeans. She had apparently objected to the snapshot, as her arms were up in front of her face, so only some forehead and a blonde ponytail could be seen. Fortunately, it left her budding chest, flat tummy, and most of her waist and tiny hips completely exposed for his enjoyment.
With a happy sigh, he brought the fist down on his cock again and ever so slowly raised it off. His member stayed tense this time, so he brought his hand down over it even tighter, squeezing and rolling it slowly while still trying to fondle his sack. He could have sworn there was a popping sound and suddenly...
“Squirt!” Wanda yelled happily from above the nightstand, staring wide-eyed at him with a huge smile.
“Agggh!” Timmy cried in a panic while pulling the covers over himself.
“Oh, dear!” Wanda gasped while turning away and covering her eyes. “I didn't know you were getting changed, Timmy. Sorry about that!”
Timmy scrambled to pull his pants back up and then hurriedly stuffed the picture down between his bed and the wall, just under the window. Only then did her words sink in, taking the edge off his embarrassment. “Oh, that's okay. I'm just happy you're finally back!” he said while wiping his hand off with the bedspread. He hopped out of bed and excitedly stepped towards her. “I'm dressed now.”
Wanda turned around and floated down so they could hug each other tightly. “Was level fourteen probation really bad?” Timmy asked as they finally let go.
“Oh, it was horrible!” the little fairy groaned while rolling her eyes. “Spending all that time with Mama Cosma was like being stuck with a cruel version of Cosmo but without the great se.. uh, good things. I was miserable.” She looked around the room briefly and wondered aloud, “Speaking of which, where is he, anyway?” She floated around curiously and saw that Timmy's bedroom was slightly more messy than usual, but at least had no major damage. Then she spotted the bottle of FairySoft hand lotion on the nightstand and tried to use some, but the pump just wheezed; she lifted it and felt that it was empty.
“Oh, he wanted to get a really special surprise for you and he said it'd take a while. He really missed you,” her still- embarrassed godson informed her.
Wanda tried another bottle on the dresser, with the same result. “It appears so,” she muttered before approaching yet another one on the windowsill, which too was empty. “He certainly didn't forget to 'moisturize' while I was away, did he?” she remarked.
“Uh, yeah, he used a lot of that stuff, but he said it was so he'd have nice soft hands to hold yours with when you got back. Yeah, that's it,” he said unconvincingly before changing the subject. “We really missed you, Wanda. Cosmo barely gave me a minute to myself 'cause he missed me so much. Are you still in trouble or is everything all right now?”
“Oh, yeah, there's nothing to worry about. Jorgen even let me go a little early after I, uh, passed his oral exam.”
“I hope it wasn't too hard.”
“No, and it was surprisingly short, too,” she laughed.
“Anyway, what should we do tonight!? When Cosmo gets back, I'll wish for something we can all do together. Yesiree, just the three of us, having lots of fun all night long. Man, I'm so happy that you're back!” Timmy hugged Wanda again, but she began to look anxious.
“Uh, I'd love to, Timmy, but...”
Timmy let go and looked at her with a bit of concern.
Wanda explained with some hesitation, “You see, Timmy, I haven't seen Cosmo for a few weeks now and we, uh, need to catch up on a few things.”
“Oh, about your Fairy Godparent duties? That's okay, I can help fill you in on everything that's happened while you were away,” he offered enthusiastically, though he knew there were a few things he shouldn't mention.
“Well, Timmy,” Wanda stumbled to explain, “When two people love each other a whole lot, sometimes they want to be together, uh, just by themselves.”
Timmy cautiously offered, “You mean like when my parents want to, eww, kiss 'n stuff?”
“I'm afraid so, Squirt,” she said with a sigh.
He looked at the ground and sighed. “I guess I can do something else tonight,” he said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
“Aww, don't feel bad! After school tomorrow we'll have all weekend to be together, just the three of us...”
“That's okay,” Timmy reassured her. “I think I know how you feel. All the time you were gone, Cosmo talked about you so much that I realize that he likes you in the same way I like Trixie. So, I kind of understand a little.”
“Oh, Timmy!” Wanda hugged him happily. “Tell you what: just wish for something extra-fun before Cosmo and I go into the castle for the night.”
“Really!?” Timmy asked excitedly. Then he put his hand on his chin while thinking. “Well, that would be nice, but...”
“What?” Wanda wondered what was stopping him.
“Usually when I wish for something, it gets all messed up and then I have to ask you and Cosmo to help me fix it, so I'd have to come and bother you anyway. And what I really wish... I mean, what I would want to wish for is to hang out with both of you, but that's not fair.”
A tear formed in Wanda's eye, moved by his unselfishness. “Not even something little, like a movie rental or new videogame?”
“I dunno,” he thought aloud. “Maybe I should just do something normal for a change, like watch TV, do homework...” Then he added under his breath, “Finish what I was doing...”
“Nonsense! You shouldn't have to be all by yourself just because your fairy godparents aren't around. I know! Why don't you have a friend stay over tonight? That'd be fun!”
“On a school night?” he doubtfully asked.
Wanda conspicuously lifted her wand and shook it a little for him. “A tiny little wish could take care of that, I'm sure. It wouldn't have to be fancy or dangerous at all. Nothing could go wrong.” She raised her wand higher and asked, “So, who'll you invite over?”
Timmy chuckled and answered, “Well, I'd wish that Trixie would spend the night here, but...”
Wanda was already somewhat pumped up and thought he had simply said I wish. She waved her wand before he could finish speaking. The word EXCUSE briefly flashed above her wand and then the doorbell rang. They could hear Timmy's mother excitedly calling out from downstairs, “Look, dear, it's Dimmsdale's perfect sweetheart, Trixie Tang!”
“Ooops!” Wanda gasped, now realizing what her godson had actually said. She put a hand to her stunned face, realizing she had just committed premature invocation.
His father's voice boomed from below, “Triiixie! Lookin' good!”
“Agh! What'd you do!?” Timmy panicked. “You shot your wand way too fast!”
His fairy godmother gushed apologetically, “I'm so sorry Timmy! I swear, nothing like that's ever happened to me before! It's just been a while since the last time I did it, and I got so excited...” She stopped for a moment and realized something. “Now I know how Cosmo must feel...”
“Never mind that. What are we gonna do!?”
Wanda popped back into her fish form, swimming in the fishbowl, as Timmy's bedroom door flew open. Dad walked in carrying a pink overnight bag. He was followed by Trixie and then his mom, who was holding some folded sheets. “Look who's here, son!” his father boomed.
Timmy's eyes shifted nervously as he greeted her. “Uh, hi, Trixie. What brings you here?”
“Oh, my house was suddenly infested by brain-eating parasitic worms, and they had to fumigate it with extremely deadly chemicals. So, my parents got a hotel suite and decided that I should stay here in your room tonight.”
“Oh, well, sure. That could be fun,” Timmy said while trying to contain his mix of excitement and terror.
Trixie let out a “Pfft!”
“But, can't you just stay in the guest room?” Timmy wondered out loud.
“Of course she could, Timmy,” Mom answered cheerfully while replacing his bedding.
“But no,” his dad added.
“I don't get it. I mean, I can't believe everyone's okay with you to spending the night with me,” he clarified.
“As if!” Trixie huffed, sticking her nose in the air.
“Oh, no, son!” his father cut in. “You can't stay in here with Trixie.”
“Of course not!” his mother chimed in with a laugh. “We've decided that you'll stay in her room tonight.”
“What!” Timmy cried out. “Can't I just stay in the guest room?”
His father answered, “Of course you could, son.”
“But no,” his mother added with a smile.
Trixie chimed in, “Someone's gotta watch my house, you know.” She smiled, enjoying the tormented expressions on his face.
“What about the brain-eating worms!? And the chemicals!?” Timmy yelled.
“Good point,” his mother said with a thoughtful expression. “We really can't send you into such a horrible and dangerous situation all by yourself.”
His father chimed in, “I know! Let's call Vicky and have her babysit him there!”
“AAAGH!” Timmy cried.
“Great idea!” Mom agreed. She put Trixie's overnight bag on the bed and began packing one for Timmy, pleasantly chatting with their houseguest at the same time. “So, anyway, Trixie, make yourself at home, take and use whatever you want. We want you to be comfortable.”
Dad continued, “And feel free to throw away whatever you don't like. If you want or need anything, anything at all, just call and I'll come in a jiffy.” Then he mumbled, “Unless those pills actually work.”
Mom finished packing and then shooed Timmy out of his room, taking his father by the arm and leading him out as well.
“Wow, this is great!” Timmy's father gushed while looking back at Trixie, who had just unpacked her silky pink nightie. “I've always wanted to have a little girl.”
“I know,” Mom growled while digging her fingernails into his arm. “I've seen the web pages you've been visiting.”
“Yeeow,” he said in his normal booming tone as they walked out.
“Oh, that's all right. I'm gonna keep you too busy tonight to think about Trixie,” Mrs. Turner warned him. “Then again, if it helps, think about her all you want.”
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