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I Love You Timmy Turner	By : Wendell Urth Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 10544 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Vicky waited a couple of hours. It would seem suspicious if she returned the moment Trixie had left. She could hardly stand it. Only the knowledge that she was working in his best interest made it bearable. Both their interests.
The house was dark. She slowly climbed the stairs and knocked on his door. “Timmy. It’s me.”
Muffled, “Go away.”
She entered. He was laying on his side. He had stripped the dirty sheets from the bed, left them on the floor but hadn’t replaced the sheets on his bed. She sat on the edge.
“Want to tell me about it?”
Silence.
“Let me guess. You and Miss Rich Bitch fucked the shit out of each other.” Then seeing his expression, she laughed. “OK, OK. You made mad passionate adolescent love. Swore you’d be together forever. The she got up, brushed herself off and told you to 'fuck off', loser”
He turned over to face her. Tiredly, “Shut up, Vicky. Just shut up. That would make me happy.”
“No.” Vicky hardly hesitated. “No, I won’t shut up.”
Timmy was shocked! She shouldn’t be able to say that to him. “Just go away, that would make me very happy.”
Vicky put her hand on his shoulder. “Come on 'twerp', talk to me. Who else do you have to talk to?”
Timmy didn’t understand. Had the choker programming worn off? No, it couldn’t. The effects were supposed to be permanent. Even he couldn’t change the programming. And she called him “Twerp”, but there was no malice in it.
As if reading his mind, she continued. “That choker I took from you, that was never meant for Trixie, was it? It was meant for me all along.” She could tell from his expression she was correct. “And that one I sent to Trixie worked differently than mine, right?”
He started to get angry, “I told you not to look, I said I’d…”
She shushed him and gently pulled him out of bed so she could finish making it. “I didn’t have to look. It wasn’t hard to figure out. Those chokers did something to us. Turned me into your personal sex slave pain slut as punishment.” She began pulling his clothes off. “Turned the great Trixie Tang into your lover. Made her like you? Love you? Don’t know how you did it. Doesn’t matter.” She pulled off her clothes, climbed into bed behind him. Held him from behind. Hugged him, gently rocking.
He let her. “Yeah.” Then, “Is it still working? You said ‘no’ to me… nothing’s going right!”
She kissed him between his neck and shoulder, the place she knew he was most sensitive. Then whispered in his ear.
“I was the evilest babysitter in Dimmsdale… maybe the world. I still am and always will be. (‘Evil’ I mean, not a ‘babysitter’). I hated everybody. I hated you, your parents, my parents. Everybody! I never loved anybody, except myself. Or maybe I hated myself too? Doesn’t matter, dear.” She pulled him in closer. “You tricked me, you did something to punish me for what I did to your parents and you.” He stiffened in her arms. “Oh, I deserve it.” She paused. “I’m still evil, but you made it so I couldn’t hate you anymore. You made me love you.”
“No,” Timmy said. “Couldn’t make you love me.”
She laughed again, wrapped a hand gently around his dick. Stroked it lightly, just the way he liked. “No? Just made it so I’d cum in my pants every time I touch you like this? Made me want to fuck your brains out? I love holding you, being close to you, even though I know you hate me. I love it when you fuck me, even when it ends in pain… because I know it makes you happy. I think that’s love. Or something like it.” Then. “I’m OK with that.”
Timmy turned in her arms to face her. “Vicky, are you sorry… about the other day… my parents… everything?” There may have been tears in his eyes.
She considered, “Do you know what a hypocrite is? It’s someone who pretends to be the opposite of what they really are. I’m not a hypocrite. I’m a lot of things, but not that. I’ve been fucking both your parents for years. Robbing them, taking advantage at every possible moment. And we all smiled and pretended that nothing was going on, to fool you. And I hated you for not seeing through it.”
Timmy mumbled a question.
“When I’d pretend to bow & scrape to them, ‘No, Mr. Turner! Yes, Mrs. Turner and how is our dear little Timothy today?’ I wasn’t being a hypocrite; they knew what I was doing. It was a show, a show for them and for you.”
“Why did you do it? I need to know.”
“I hate hypocrites. I found out something about your parents. Something terrible and I decided to blackmail them into doing the foulest thing a parent could do to a child. Just to see if I could do it. To show you what they really were. And maybe… what I really am.”
Anger in his eyes.
“I didn’t think they would do it. I didn’t think even they could do something like that.” Mocking voice, “Oh we love our dear little Timmy, we’d do anything for our son. Hypocrites!” Then, “I could have stopped them… probably. But I didn’t…”
She waited for him. He tried to push her away, but she held him tighter. He hit her, then remembered that she probably would enjoy that, but his anger faded as he saw her tears.
“You can probably make me do anything you want now, but I won’t be a hypocrite about it. I won’t pretend.”
“Timmy, what kind of mother seduces her own son and then holds him down so his father can rape him? What kind of father can do that?”
Crying, “What kind of person could make them!?! YOU! Your fault, you did that. You blackmailed them…”
“I can’t say I’m sorry. I won’t. And you’ll punish me for the rest of my life. But I never thought they’d go through with it. Never. I can’t lie to you.”
“But why? WHY? Why did you do that?”
“I was tired, I was bored. I had been fucking them and stealing from them for years. I wanted to put an end to it. Go out with a big bang! Watch the reaction, watch them finally explode. I was getting ready to clear out of this shit hole town anyway. Then your mom said, ‘Is that all?’ Just that. But the real reason? Maybe I needed to show you what they really were. You loved them so much and had no idea what they really were inside. I wanted to punish you for not seeing through them. You really loved them. I couldn’t stand it. That’s why I let it happen.”
“I hate you. I’ll always hate you.”
“I know.”
Hot anger rising again, then he went cold. “I can’t even hurt her,” he thought. “She’d just get off on the pain.” He wanted to hurt her so badly, but didn’t know how.
“Get out! GET OUT! I never want to see you again.”
“No.”
Shocked, “You have to do what I say. Get out, forever. That will make me happy, so fucking happy.”
“NO”
“How can you refuse to do what I say?!?
“Because, Timmy, you need me. You can’t live on your own, you’re still a kid.”
“I’ll find someone, anyone.”
“No, no you won’t. Legally, I’m your guardian. You need someone to take care of you, there isn’t anyone else. Besides, don’t you want me near you? You’ll make my life hell and punish me and I’ll love you… knowing you’ll never love me. That’s my hell.”
“Why wont you do what I tell you? You’re supposed to do what I tell you.” he yelled.
“Something happened while I was gone, something changed when you were with the Tang whore. I was angry at her. I shouldn’t have been because it made you happy. I don’t care if you fuck other girls, as long as it makes you happy. But why was I angry about her? Because I knew she would turn on you. If I’m still the evilest baby sitter, she’ll always be a fucking cunt. Inside, we didn’t really change. I’m still evil Icky Vicky. And she’s still an over privileged rich bitch. Whatever it was that you did to me goes beyond doing what you say to make you happy. I have to be sure that it’s in your best interest. Maybe that’s part of being in love.”
He goggled at her!
“I know, I know. But making sure people treat you right is more important to me than what you think or say at the moment. I’m looking out for you. I have to.”
“That’s crazy. You’re crazy! It wasn’t supposed to work like that.”
“Timmy…” kissing him on the cheeks, on his lips. “Can we talk about this later? I love you. You hate me. I haven’t been home in 2 days. I need you to fuck me. Right now. Make it hurt baby. Punish me, but fuck me. NOW!”
“And listen baby, when the time comes and you get tired of that Tang bitch walking all over you, let me know, just say the word. I will end that bitch. I will send her to hell… For you. In fact, we’ll do it together. Or anyone else who hurts you.”
She smiled. It was an evil smile.
He believed her, he believed everything she had said. He looked at her naked body, her jutting tits demanded his attention. He still had one more question, but was afraid to ask. He put his hand on her right breast by the base. He squeezed… hard, he liked the way her nipple popped out and the breast turned red from the pressure. She gasped and moaned in pain and pleasure. He applied his teeth to the small scar he had caused just a few short weeks ago and was not gentle.
How could he ask her what she knew about his parents to blackmail them with? Would she tell him? Or keep the secret to protect him? Did her really want to know? He could think about that later. She wasn’t going anywhere.
He grabbed her roughly by the ears and pulled her head towards his jutting member. Vicky opened her mouth invitingly as he drilled his cock in her warm, wet hole. Vicky loved having his boy cock in her mouth, sliding along her juicy tongue. Her nose buried against his nearly hairless crotch. The warm musty sweat smell of the boy was the sweetest perfume to her. The pain of his roughness only added to her rising pleasure. She snaked out her tongue to probe and tickle his nut sack. She knew that in spite of his anger and hate, that made him excited, gave him intense pleasure which magnified her own experience.
He reached for her pussy and was not gentle. Her eyes closed as he probed. “Fuck my hole baby. Fuck it raw.” He bit her ear, drew blood, loving the sensation of her cunt juice dripping on his fingers. He tasted her on his hand then wiped his fingers through her long red hair, glad that he hadn’t shaved her head yet.
She grabbed his cock and rubbed it on her labia. It was hard, slick and hot in her hand. He rolled her over as she stabbed herself with his prick.
He had gone out of his way to be gentle and considerate with Trixie. “Why?” he thought. Angry sex was so much better. He had cared about ensuring Trixie’s orgasm, doing things that heightened her pleasure with little thought to his own. Vicky would cum no matter what he did. He hated her. She loved it anyway. It wasn’t “making love,” it was an intense “fuck”.
His head nestled between her heaving tits, hips jackhammering, slamming together as she rose to meet his thrusts. Ten? Fifteen times? He pulled out and sprayed his load on her quivering cunt and belly.
She wiped their foul juices from her bush and rubbed it across her lips, her tongue. It was good to be home.
“Pig” he moaned. “Fucking whore. Cunt.” The last thing he remembered before falling asleep in her warm, protective arms was “I love you too, Timmy Turner”. In her own sick, evil, twisted way, she did.
Next morning, Timmy at the loser’s bus stop, not paying attention to whatever stories AJ & Chester were telling him. The bus pulled up. His eyes met hers. Trace of smile on her lips? She would always be secretly happy to see him! “Yes!” Then Veronica shot out a foot and everyone laughed as Timmy spilled across the bus floor. Looking up… Trixie was laughing too.
He remembered what Vicky had said. He smiled.
It was an evil smile… same as Vicky’s
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