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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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Jeans Therapy
Realizing that swimming back and forth wasn't going to help, Cosmo figured he should just find Wanda and ask her what to do, like he usually did. But then it occurred to him that the last part would probably be a bad idea, but for now he should at least find out where she was. He swam into the castle to begin his search.
Dressed from head to toe in black, the mysterious figure silently crawled into the window frame and paused. Intense blue eyes started into the room, waiting until they adjusted to the darkness again. Then, with the expertise of a hungry spider, the hooded prowler quickly placed each hand and foot into the bed, stretching the bedspread tightly around the sleeping girl and trapping her in place. The intruder's head cocked sideways while carefully approaching the raven-haired beauty's unwary face.
Suddenly, Trixie's eyes gently opened and she smiled slyly. “Hi, Veronica,” she said with a shallow pleasantness. “It's so nice to see you.”
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE WITH TIMMY!” ninja-wannabe Veronica hoarsely screeched, getting a little spittle on her lip before suddenly trying to act composed. “Uh, I mean, what brings you here, Trixie?” She ended with a strained nervous giggle.
Trixie playfully yawned as she rolled onto her back, freeing some slack in the bedcovers and making Veronica lose her balance. Veronica fell diagonally across her legs while Trixie casually stretched her arms in the air. The dark-haired girl easily pulled off Veronica's black ski mask and examined it as the tow-head scrambled to regain her composure. Then, Trixie thoughtlessly dropped it before speaking in a saccharine- sweet tone, “You know, I love dressing in black, too, but – and I only say this because I'm your best friend and I really care – it doesn't quite work for you.”
The angry blonde quickly got on all fours over her supposed victim, propping herself up with her fists next to Trixie's head and her knees around her captive's hips. Her left eye twitched as she quickly looked around the room. Her prisoner just smiled at her and waited until Veronica looked down at her face. Then Trixie deftly reached a finger up and wiped the spittle off of Veronica's mouth. “Oh, you got a little nutty juice on you there,” she teased while holding it up between their eyes. Without looking away, she drew her finger down and wiped it on Veronica's chest, right between her breasts. “All gone!” she baby-talked.
The fuming girl let out a low grumble before suddenly speaking in a perky tone, “So, I see you're here.” She suddenly cocked her head a little and continued, “In Timmy Turner's bedroom. In the middle of the night. Uh, so, where did Timmy go?” she asked while scanning the room yet again.
Trixie seemed to be genuinely perplexed. “Timmy, you say? Whatever made you think that Timmy would be here?”
Veronica just stared vacantly, completely at a loss for words. The waning moon was just coming up over the horizon, dimly shining through the open window onto their pretty faces. Its faint light made Trixie's eyes twinkle with pleasure each time the blonde's eye twitched. “But... but... I just saw him here a minute ago,” Veronica sputtered.
Trixie didn't skip a beat. She pointed her right thumb at the bedroom door and explained, “Well, the door is blocked from the inside.” Then she switched to her right finger, already pointing at the closet. “And you can see he's not in there. Heck, you can even look in the fishbowl if you want.”
Veronica got up on her knees and pulled out a small flashlight, shining it at the door, then in the closet, and finally at the fishbowl. She clicked it off while still staring towards the middle of the small bedroom. “He was right there, floating naked in the middle of the room. And he was glowing while turning around in mid-air...”
“Oh, sweetie, I think you're just confusing Timmy with Sailor Moon again. Like the time you thought he had two talking cats,” Trixie pleasantly reminded her. Then she told herself, “I guess I'm not the only one having strange dreams about Timmy tonight.” Trixie couldn't help but smirk, just for an instant.
Veronica snapped her head back, looking curiously at Trixie. “What's that?” she asked while leaning down, noticing something dark that wasn't actually a shadow.
“What?” Trixie's smile disappeared as she feigned surprise.
Veronica reached a finger down and stroked her rival's left cheek. “On your face, it's...” Veronica paused while curiously rubbing her thumb and forefinger together, examining the substance.
While her friend was preoccupied, Trixie darted her tongue out over the corner of her mouth and caught a taste of chocolate. She assumed that Mr. Turner actually had left a treat on one of the pillows after all, but it must have fallen in between them; then her face probably rubbed against it and gotten into her mouth while she was sleeping, becoming part of her very sweet dream.
One mystery solved, she turned her attention back to the unstable blonde hovering over her. “No, something tasty,” she purred playfully while taking Veronica's hand, guiding her friend's thumb and finger into her waiting mouth. She suckled gently, getting all of the chocolate off with several warm strokes of her tongue.
The psycho girl jerked her hand away, cupping it in her other hand as if she had been hurt. Her eyes scrunched up and she leaned her head back, quietly squealing, “STOP TRYING TO CONFUSE ME!” Veronica looked down angrily at her smiling friend. “Where is he!? I know he's here somewhere!” With that, she reared up and yanked the covers and sheets down the bed. She looked down in absolute shock. Perplexed by this, Trixie looked down and was somewhat surprised herself.
Trixie's pink nightgown was still bunched up around her upper body, so her tummy and everything below was completely exposed. The nutty blonde then looked at the sheets she was still clutching, noticing some moisture. “Ooh, I guess I was busy in my sleep,” Trixie observed, punctuated with a wink at her mortified friend.
With a look more of curiosity than shock, Veronica responded by sticking her hand against Trixie's vulva and thigh, briefly running a finger up and down her slit. “You know, you should at least buy me dinner first!” Trixie casually informed her without even trying to stop this spontaneous examination. Her nearly-hairless lips were still flushed from earlier, and Veronica marveled at the heat coming from them. Also, her finger became slick from her suspected rival's sticky, half-dried juices. “Here, let me show you a better way to do that,” she offered while deftly sliding a hand up the blonde's thigh, making her shudder. That caused Veronica to pleasantly jolt Trixie's love zone with her hand, eliciting a tiny squeal and a smile from the otherwise calm girl.
Veronica growled. “He was here! WHERE'S TIMMY!?” Veronica shouted as she hopped off the bed. She flicked on her small flashlight and ran to the closet, feeling around inside. Trixie watched in amusement as the agitated blonde double checked the barricade, looked under Timmy's desk, re-checked the fish bowl, and finally started looking under the bed. “AHA!” she cried out while jumping back on the bed. She crawled over Trixie before reaching down between the bed and the wall. A moment later, she yanked up the sheet of computer paper and shined her light on it, “So, what's...!?” The blond froze, dumbfounded by what she saw.
Now curious, Trixie leaned up right next to her and looked, seeing the sexy picture that Timmy had hidden there hours earlier. “Fuck!” she thought. “That must have fallen out of my overnight bag when I unpacked. I didn't even mean to bring it.” Veronica glanced at Trixie, who smiled innocently and let out a nervous giggle. Trixie could have repressed it, but it seemed to work for the situation.
Veronica looked back at the picture in astonishment. “That's... That's me!” she breathlessly whispered in shock. Trixie moved her head closer and studied the picture in the flashlight beam, noticing a resemblance for the first time. Veronica's jaw dropped as she watched her friend looking at it intently. “How did you get this? The roaming psychiatrist said he needed copies for his private files, but no one else should have them.”
“Roaming psychiatrist?” Trixie just had to ask.
“Yeah, I met him at the arcade and he said he'd take pictures of me undressing to help with my poor body image,” Veronica casually explained. “But you got a copy, so...”
Veronica leaned forward and wrapped her arms around the dark-haired girl, gripping Trixie's back with her hands. The flashlight fell on the bed, lighting the girls eerily as she sobbed into Trixie's half- exposed chest, trembling. “You might not have noticed, but I always thought you were super-cool: so much that sometimes I even wished I could be just like you. But then sometimes I got the feeling that you secretly had it in for me. And then I thought you figured out I like Timmy and came here to steal him from me. Pretty crazy, huh?” Veronica laughed maniacally for several seconds as Trixie rolled her eyes. “But now I know the real reason...”
“You like Timmy?” Trixie thought while stroking the rambling blonde's hair awkwardly. “Well, he can be cute when he dresses right, and he's always impressed me by being faithful to his friends... Geez, what am I thinking!?” She tried to put those thoughts out of her mind by paying attention to Veronica. “Uh, yeah, and that real reason would be?”
Her slightly-insane friend turned her head sideways against Trixie's chest and answered bashfully, “You know... You sneak into the bed of a boy I like and make sure I find out. But instead of finding you with him, you're here all alone, covered in chocolate...”
“Uh huh,” Trixie mumbled, still preoccupied with disturbing thoughts of Timmy Turner.
“...looking at naked pictures of me while playing with yourself, just waiting for me to show up. I guess you really do love me too!”
Trixie squeaked as Veronica embraced her tightly again.
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