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The Mission Changes	By : misato29 Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 25408 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In the far, far future… Fairy God parents had a bad rep. It was deserved. Giving kids, especially the sad and mistreated ones, access to nearly unlimited magical wishes did not create happy, well-adjusted individuals. God kids often became spoiled monsters. Nearly unlimited powers warped them. Oh, Da’ Rules were created to keep a lid on the excesses, but kids spent more time trying to get around Da’ Rules then following them.
And what was the point of it all? What kid can keep a secret, especially when free magical wishes were involved? Sooner or later most kids said the wrong thing, did the wrong thing and their God parents were yanked back to Fairyland. They lost their magical toys, they forgot the wishes and the fun and were back where they were before the God parents appeared.
And even those few kids who managed not to reveal their secret still lost their God parents when they went through puberty. And they forgot… forgot… forgot… Whatever good things their Fairies brought them were forgotten… lost… as if it had never happened.
In fact, it had never happened.
And for those God parents & God kids that came to love each other… Well, maybe for the kid it was a blessing not to remember losing that love that had come to mean so much. Maybe. As for the God parent, were they just supposed to go on and love the next kid for a while? God parents became hardened to it. They resisted loving their kids too much and so avoided some of the pain of their eventual loss. And many stopped caring at all.
What was point of it all?
What good did they really do?
I don’t know.
But the current Fairy system had put the world in danger too many times. So in the far future, one where the human race refused to breed and was glad that no unhappy children would ever be born ever again, the Fairy Council made some decisions. They went back in time and made changes.
Earlier that day… Vicky lay face down on her beach blanket across the small strip of grass near the Turner pool. She didn’t exactly remember the Turner’s having a pool in their backyard, but she also didn’t remember them not having a pool, so she ignored the contradiction. She also ignored the tennis court, trampoline and putting green that seemed to somehow naturally fit into the twenty by twenty foot backyard.
Vicky didn’t often try to sun tan, her red hair and light skin usually burned before it tanned… and freckles! “Jeez! My damn parents and their lousy genes” she thought. Every Spring she blamed them for their poor choice of genetics. “And they take it!?! They actually try to apologize to me. Then they give me money. Weaklings… Morons… PARENTS!” It was little wonder that Vicky didn’t have much respect for them or any other adult in Dimmsdale. “They act like I have the power of life and death over them… pathetic.” Then, “I wish I really did.” She really did wish they were dead… and everyone else.
Vicky undid the strap holding the bright electric-green bikini top in place. The twerp wouldn’t be able to see anything, but she knew that the even the sight of her naked back would make him uncomfortable. Making the twerp uncomfortable was second nature to her. Keeping him upset (if not in actual pain) was more than just a distraction from the boredom of her life. It made her tingle.
But she also knew that it gave Timmy someone else to be mad at instead of his parents. “God, what a pair of jerks” she thought. Vicky had lost count of the number of times they had ditched their kid, though she knew to the exact penny how much babysitting money she had been made watching the Turner brat. “And the more he complains to them, the more they pay me!” That thought also made her tingle.
There wasn’t a lot of happiness in Vicky’s life. Oh, money made her… tingle… but there was never enough money for what she wanted more than anything else. Well, the truth is she didn’t know what she really wanted, but she thought that money could buy it. Couldn’t it? “Escape! Got to get out of this damn town and then…. then… then? Something to make me happy.” She would figure that out later. She needed to get away from here first.
“Hey twerp, get over here with that suntan lotion” she yelled.
Timmy hated his babysitter. He was also scared of her. He had no one to protect him. He loved his parents even though they lied to him and broke their promises without a second thought. Well, maybe they skipped the second thoughts and went on to the thirds, especially when he complained about the way Vicky treated him. “The more she tortures me, the more they pay her! What’s up with that?”
Sometimes Vicky hit him, but she never left a bruise. Well, it was usually more of a slap then a punch. And it made more noise than cause pain. He always closed his eyes when he saw it coming, assuming he couldn’t escape first.He was very good at escaping. It never really hurt much, though he didn’t admit it to himself. Oh he yelled and screamed, but he didn’t cry. Her slaps made him… tingle. “But she shouldn’t do that, it’s wrong!” he knew. His parents didn’t hit him. Never… cause they never touched him. Never.
Never.
And sometimes her hand just seemed to linger on his cheek... or did he imagine that? Anyway...
Then he smiled, “Can’t wait ‘till tomorrow!” His parents had told him that the family was going to the beach tomorrow. An entire Spring day with no Vicky. An entire Spring day at the beach with no Vicky. An entire Spring day at the beach with his parents and no Vicky. No Vicky! No Vicky!! No Vicky!!! Life would be good… tomorrow… all he had to do was get through today.
“Slather it on good, twerp. If I get a single burn or freckle, your ass is grass.”
Timmy glopped a gloop of the thick, slick oily oil on his hands. He hesitated a moment and against his will admired his babysitters naked back. Her skin was so smooth.
She was kind of skinny. Long arms and legs, big hands and feet. Her face was too mean to be attractive, with those thin lips like twin slashes, a forked snake’s tongue and fangs (well, that’s how Timmy saw her). But being so close to her bare skin made him feel… well, he wasn’t sure what he felt… and then his greasy hands were on her skin. His hands slithered across her back, then over her shoulder blades.
Someplace, in the deep dark rooms in his mind, voices reminded him that she was really the closest person in his life.
“And she doesn’t like you,”
“She hates you,”
“She’s all you have.”
“And you’ll never escape her.”
“Because you hate her… love… hate her.”
Timmy’s own voice answered back.
“I hate her too. I do. I really, really do! Hate her, I mean. I really, really, really do… love… hate her”
She moaned. Usually no one touched Vicky either – never – never - ever. To touch Vicky was to die, everybody knew that. Her parents never touched her. Her sister never touched her. Boys in her school found it preferable to drop out, become hobos and ride the rails than get within touching distance of her. This is probably the source of a teenaged, punked-out Tootie sporting a tattoo that read “Cooties-Can-Kill.” Now Timmy Turner was touching her.
Two invisible bubbles, a green one and a pink one poofed into existence. No, I don’t know how an invisible bubble could be green or pink. Don’t ask me that. Yes, they were bubbles. How do I know what they looked like if I couldn’t see them? I don’t know. Don’t ask me again… There are some more awesome sex scenes coming up and that is what I am thinking about. If you keep asking me dumb questions I’ll never get to them.
Wanda & Cosmo once had human forms… kind of human. Or they could be fish or birds or squirrels or dogs, but the Fairy Council had changed that. They no longer had bodies, they were no longer visible. They also had no genitals.
The pink bubble consulted her clipboard, flipped over a dozen pages until she came to the right page. What? No, she didn’t have a laptop or a tablet. And before you ask, I don’t know how a bubble holds a clipboard.
“Is this the Tommy Tuner kid?” the green bubble asked.
“Turner, Timmy Turner. You know that Cosmo, stop pretending you don’t know. Let’s see… pretty ordinary case. Inattentive parents, bullies… all pretty standard stuff.”
Cosmo looked at the Olympic size pool that somehow didn’t fill up the otherwise tiny back yard, “I see Binky was here. Middle Lower Middle Class Suburban Package 3?”
“Right, plus a few magic toys, a dozen extra-large play rooms hidden inside a two bedroom frame house… extra anti-perception filters…”
Timmy, unaware of the presence of the Fairy bubbles continued to knead, squeeze and slither-slather his hands down the evil babysitter’s back. She moaned gently and berated the boy for not doing a good enough job. “Press harder twerp, what’s the matter, are you that much of a fucking weakling?” Timmy was sweating, but whether from the sun, his exertions or embarrassment was not immediately obvious.
“Well” Cosmo remarked, “At least, she seems to be enjoying herself. A sexual bully, probably a cock-tease, too.” He floated over to the two humans. And watched…
Wanda continued to read from her files. “Let’s see… this must be the babysitter, Vicky - bully, cheat, thief. I don’t seem to have a file on her… strange… Anyway, there are a lot of other bullying problems at his school. Plus the parents.” She began to mumble to herself. “We don’t even have their names. How can that be?”
Cosmo suggested, “Maybe Fairy Witness Protection?”
Wanda snorted, “Jorgen usually isn’t careless about paperwork. Anyway…”
The babysitter was beginning to doze off, her complaints & threats to cut off the boy’s balls were mixed with gentle snores. Cosmo coaxed a fly to hover by her mouth and was rewarded by watching her inhale it in, chew on it, choke, and then swallow it. Timmy had seen the fly and was giggling. That was Cosmo’s plan. It would make it easier for the Fairy to enter his God child’s head. Besides, it was funny. Cosmo gently pulled the up the redhead’s bikini bottom, just enough to expose the crack of her ass to the boy. Still dozing, Vicky didn’t notice. Timmy did. Then she sleepily stuck her hand inside the bottom and scratched her ass. She continiued to doze off, her hand remaining on her ass in mid-scratch.
Cosmo chuckled at the expression on Timmy’s face, then sighed as the boy tried hard not look at her ass, embarrassed. “Another wimpy kid case.”
He whispered in Timmy’s ear, “It’ll be easier to oil her if you climb on her back.”
He took the clipboard and began making quick notes. “OK, three days to take care of the bullies, yaddah-yaddah-yaddah. He learns to stand up to them, he beats one up and becomes the school hero. He scares another one away, another one becomes his friend & protector. Then we teach the parents to appreciate him, yaddah-yaddah-yaddah, and we’re out of here, three days max!” Then, “Oh, have Binky schedule a six month follow up, just in case.”
Wanda knew her Fairy bubble husband was right, he was usually right about these things. He kept them on schedule, there were so many children in the world that needed their help and so little time. Cosmo was the efficient one.
Cosmo looked at his wife, he knew that she would want to spend more time getting to know the boy, she was the more nurturing one. She didn’t just want to solve their problem. She wanted them to be happy. Happy forever after… but that wasn’t in the cards. But it was why they made such a good team.
Consulting her files again, Wanda said “Oh, bad case of unrequited love also. Hmm, not clear… must be this Trixie Tang girl in his class.
"Trixie Tang?" asked Cosmo. "Good porn name!"
Ignoring him, Wanda continued, "Whoa, she’s out of his class! I mean, she is in his class at school, but definitely out of his class, otherwise.”
Cosmo sighed. “Typical. OK, after he beats up the school bully she is so impressed she dates him a couple of times. They break up, he is heartbroken until he falls in love with the next girl. Four days, we’re done.”
Wanda snorted again, she tended to do that a lot, “And then he breaks up with the next one, and the next one and the next one.”
“That’s not our job hon, you know that.” He sighed, he did that a lot.
Amused, Cosmo watched the boy, who was now covered in the slick greasy oil slither across the older girl’s back, pounding and rubbing and kneading her. “He stays away from her ass and hasn’t gone near her tits. That’s where we need to get started.”
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