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Funeral for a Chin	By : Jayrich Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 11071 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Funeral for a Chin Part IV

“By my Mother’s Mandible…I SAY NAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!”
BA-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
He moved near the speed of sound, but as his grave exploded Wanda knew Timmy’s plan had worked. His knowledge of Comic Books proved to be his most valuable skill; for as he struggled to reach his feet, he was met by the very hero he was fighting for, the hero who inspired him, the hero who he brought back from the dead against all odds…The Crimson Chin!
“You’re back…I knew you’d come back…” Timmy cheered with a hushed voice. The mighty mandible was back indeed, and sporting an all-new look. The ‘C’ that proudly adorned his chin was now streamlined for the new millennium, and his red spandex now had white lightning designs down the sides and around his waist.
But even though his appearance was different, he was still the same heroic Chin through & through. “And it seems like I’m just in time!” The Chin replied. “You look like you’ve been through a war, Cleft.”
Not wanting to appear weak in front of his hero, Timmy quickly straightened himself up best he could. But the bruises and blood trickling from his lips were hard not to notice. “He just got in some lucky punches. And I’m not Cleft anymore…it’s JawLine.”
“I can see that now.” The Chin told him. “Like the costume, definitely an upgrade from that Magician Shtick you used last time. I’m sure you fought hard, and I couldn’t be more proud—!”
“No…NO! YOU CAN’T BE BACK!!!” Remy shouted, on the verge of a mental breakdown.
“Well, if it isn’t my old sidekick.” The Chin said. “And with a shiny new suit at that…I liked you better with the Red Hood!”
The mighty mandible’s banter was enough to snap Remy from his crazed state. “Well, sorry to hear that. But you’ll hate me even more once I put you back down in the dirt!”
Lifting his arm, Remy fired a mini-rocket aimed right at Chincinnati’s protector. But the Chin easily snatched it out of the air, letting it explode harmlessly in his hands. “You should’ve gotten better toys, like that guy with the skull on his shirt.”
“I…I don’t…I don’t NEED Weapons to take you out!” And again, Shush Money was pushed back into a frantic state as he charged the two heroes. But the Chin answered promptly.
KAPOW!!!!
With a mighty uppercut which stopped him in his tracks. It was followed by Timmy…
THWACK!!!
…who delivered the spin kick intended for Remy earlier. With just those two blows, Shush Money was already left staggering; he knew he couldn’t win this fight. “Sorry, but I believe we’ll have to hold the reunion for another time!”
Using the suit’s control panel on his left arm, he activated his boost jets to make his escape. But a sudden jolt of electricity left him motionless, courtesy of the Chin.
“Hey look, I have cool Electrical powers now!” He said.
“Then let’s put those to good use…” Timmy replied.
The Crimson Chin nodded. “You’re right, JawLine! Foul Traitor, you shall now learn…JUSTICE, THY NAME IS CHIN!!!!”
And with burning heroic vigor, the two stormed forward towards the helpless Remy Buxaplenty.
“No…NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!”
“You were right, Remy…” Timmy said. “GAME! OVER!!!!!”
KA-CHIN!!!!!!!!!
The final blow was delivered, and as the dust settled, Remy Buxaplenty lay crumpled on the ground, at the feet of JawLine and the Crimson Chin. It was a moment Timmy took great pride in, but it was cut short as he remembered another urgent matter at hand.
“TRIXIE!!!”
He rushed over to her just as she reached her feet, still weary over the knockout gas Remy used on her. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, Timmy…” She told him. “I’m just…OOOPHH!!!”
She stumbled, and fell right into the hero’s arms, just as they gazed out onto the Chincinnati River. “Timmy, look…”
The sun was just peaking out over the watery horizon. It was a serene sight, one that brought joy to both of them, especially as their resurrected hero stood by their side. The three stood tall on the end of the bridge’s tower, as Cosmo & Wanda joined them in their loyal hero-hound personas. Shush Money had been defeated, and Chincinnati’s protector had returned. And new heroes had been born to help in the non-stop fight against evil. Yes, residents of this fine city could rest easy, knowing that once again its guardian with the mighty mandible will right all wrongs that happen within its walls! And with the help of JawLine and Wonder Gal, let no evildoer DARE to do wrong, for they shall—!
POOF!!!
And in a puff of fairy smoke, Timmy & Trixie were transported from the pages of the Crimson Chin, back into Trixie’s bedroom.
“I am SO getting tired of that!” Timmy lamented. “What happened now!?”
“Well that was the end of the comic.” Wanda explained. “A happy ending if you ask me.”
“Yeah!” Cosmo agreed. “And just think, next month they’ll probably be a new crisis where finally Infinite Earths can—HMMMPHHHMMM!!!”
A pillow shoved directly into his mouth was enough to silence the green-haired fairy, as Timmy picked himself up off the floor, and grabbed the comic. “Well then, my job is done. Remy got a butt-whooping, and my hero is back!” He took one step towards the door when…
“Timmy…”
Turning to his left, he was reminded that it was Trixie’s room he inhabited, and she was standing just a few feet away from him. “I…don’t know how to thank you.” She told him. “I mean, all this time I felt ashamed I couldn’t tell anyone about my love for comics…except that one girl years ago, but I forgot her name.”
Timmy grinned to himself, but decided to keep his mouth shut as she continued. “But you and your fairies…not only did you help me reveal it to someone, but we actually brought back the Crimson Chin from a cheesy, disgraceful, fanboy rage-inducing death. I…just don’t know how to thank you!”
“It’s all in a day’s work.” Timmy calmly said, not needing any thanks. As he turned towards the door though, Trixie grabbed his arm, and Timmy saw a seductive look in her eyes.
“You didn’t let me finish…” She said. “I can’t think of a perfect way…but I’d like to try.”
Timmy knew that tone, it was a tone he’d hope, wished and pleaded for ever since his hormones kicked in. And foolish as it may have seemed at the time, he was more than prepared to deal with this situation, even knowing how to get rid of Cosmo & Wanda.
“I WISH YOU TWO WERE IN FAIRYWORLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!!!” He shouted, wearing an excitable grin which covered half his face.
“I know where this is heading…” Wanda sighed. “Come on Cosmo, maybe we can see what’s at the Magical Boutique.”
“NO, WAIT!!!” Cosmo pleaded as Wanda grabbed his arm. “I wanna blog about this on FairyBook!”
POOF!!!
And with that, Timmy was granted the privacy he so desperately wanted for this moment. He let Trixie guide him as he sat down on the bed, and she climbed on and straddled his lap. There lips met, and Timmy felt even more bliss as there would be no magical interruption to spoil this moment. His hands ventured under her white skirt, and caressed her backside. He could feel the fabric of her panties, and marveled in how her tongue fearlessly explored his mouth. She pulled back, playfully biting his bottom lip before releasing it and going back in for more. He could feel her breasts pushed against his chest and her arms wrapped around him. His bulge was ready to bust free of his pants, and she could feel it as well. Anticipation was building rapidly in the bucktoothed teen, and as Trixie pulled away from him, he had a feeling it was about to skyrocket.
She climbed off and stood right in front of him, wearing a sexy grin as she slowly pulled off her pink cashmere turtleneck to reveal a white lace bra underneath. The site nearly had Timmy’s tongue wagging, and it wasn’t to end as she turned around. Bending over slowly, she hiked up her skirt and inserted both thumbs into her panties, before sliding them down inch-by-inch. It was too much for Timmy, and as the pair reached her knees, his mouth went into action.
“AAAAHHHHH!!!!”
The instant touch of Timmy’s tongue between her pussy lips made her tremble with delight. She stayed bent over, looking back at the pink-hatted young man providing her oral pleasure. Another lick caused her body to convulse, and brought out a few pants. Before she knew it, she was pushing herself onto Timmy’s face, which gave him unbridled joy. She was now dripping onto her panties, and Timmy wasn’t even finished eating out her lovely snatch. Remembering a technique he saw while watching a bootleg copy of porn at Chester’s house, his thumb gently brushed against the popular girl’s clit, bringing about a gasp. Her body shuddered, and she felt herself about to lose it right there.
“Wait, Timmy…” She gasped, bringing his actions to a stop.
“What, was I doing it right?” He asked. “Because I watched a lot of porn to…I mean, I—!”
“You were amazing…” She assured him as she guided him further onto his bed. “It’s just that, I should be thanking you, remember?”
Timmy shifted himself so his back was against her bed board. “Well yeah, but how are you…you…oh, man…”
The rest of his sentence came out in muddled words as he felt her warm fingers wrap themselves around the shaft of his manhood. She licked her lips in anticipation and grinned before leaning down and enveloped the head with her lips. She held it there, letting her tongue swirl around as she gently jerked his pipe, before taking more and more of his cock into her mouth. Timmy’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as her’s slowly bobbed up and down. She let out a pleasurable moan as her hands worked his shaft and balls respectively. He placed his hand on her raven hair as he fought the temptation to buck his hips, forcing his thick meat down her throat.
He wouldn’t have to though, as she slowly took in more and more with each descent. Her eyes closed, her mouth continued to gobble Timmy’s cock; her tongue thrashing along his member. Timmy was nearly mindless; being deep-throated by his long time crush, the most popular girl in school, he was ready to blow his load right there. But Trixie prevented that as she pulled his dick from her mouth, and turned back to him.
“Oh yeah, you’re definitely ready to go…” She said, to which Timmy nodded in agreement rapidly.
Rising back up, she brought her leg over him and straddled his lap as she did before, but this time she was ready to go for a ride. Her hands gripped his slick pipe as she lifted herself up just enough to put the head of his cock to her pussy lips. Slowly she lowered herself as it slid inside her, eventually disappearing completely.
“Oh Timmy…you’re so big!”
The euphoria displayed on Timmy’s face was indescribable; he felt he could blow right at that moment. But having the knowledge that premature ejaculation is a big turn-off, he resisted the urge and pulled off his pink shirt, tossing it to the side. Trixie did the same to her bra, exposing her pert, round breasts for him to see. His hands latched onto them like they were magnetized as she began pumping her hips, slowly drawing them up before slamming back down. Timmy shifted his left hand down to her waist, guiding her movements as she rode his cock; her free breast jiggling as he fondled the other. He could feel her tight snatch pulling at him each time she went up, then driving into her deepest regions on the way down.
“So tight…so good…” Timmy groaned.
“Oh yes Timmy. Yes!” Trixie moaned. “Say my name, Timmy!”
“Oh, Trixie!” Timmy responded.
“Now…now tell me I’m pretty!”
“You’re pretty…Oh God, you’re pretty!”
Both of Timmy’s hands were now at her waist as Trixie’s were on his chest, bracing herself as she worked up a steady pace. Her snatch was soaked as she bounced rhythmically on top of him, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing throughout the room. Her body was glistening in sweat as was his and her breath shortened to passionate pants and gasps. Eventually, Timmy caught her rhythm and began thrusting into her pussy, matching her pace. Balls deep he ventured every time she came down onto his cock and it only served to make her moans louder.
“OH GOD, TIMMY!!!”
Her breasts were bouncing wildly now, and her face was flustered. She never had it so well, none of her times with her toys felt like this. Timmy’s face changed as well, as the fight to hold back his orgasm was gradually becoming a losing battle. He switched between gritting his teeth and biting his bottom lip, desperate to make this moment last as long as humanly possible; or at least until Trixie came first. It wouldn’t be a long wait though; he could hear it in her pants that she was close. And to push her to that limit, he clenched her ass cheeks tightly, and pumped into her snatch with all he had.
“OH, TIMMY! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!”
“AAAAGGHHH, I’M GONNA BLOW!!!!!!”
And an explosion of jizz erupted from his cock, filling up Trixie enough to coat her inner walls. In turn, Trixie through her head back, reveling in her own orgasm as her body trembled in delight. Spurt after spurt was ejected from Timmy’s rod, and even after she slid off of it, several more streams of jizz shot out, coating in between her ass cheeks and the small of her back. It was the hardest Timmy had ever came in his life, and his worn out expression showed it.
But as he wearily looked up, his face drew a smile as he saw a grateful Trixie, perfect hair frazzled, basking in the afterglow.
“Oh Timmy…that was wonderful!”
She leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. And at that moment only two words crossed Timmy’s mind; two words he’d use to describe the venerable rollercoaster he had experienced these past few days, and the ultimate ‘climax’ that he would come to enjoy with his longtime crush…Fuck Yeah.

The Dimmsdale High Gym was packed to capacity with students as the flashing strobe lights flickered high above. The dance was in full gear, and everyone who was anyone was on the dance floor showing off their moves courageously…which explained why Chester & A.J. stood by the punch bowl. However, Chester didn’t have a desire to stay there for long.
“I’m gonna do it, man…I’m gonna do it!” He willfully repeated to himself.
“Statistically speaking, you know you only have about a 0.86% chance of Veronica even noticing you, much less talking to you.” A.J. told him.
“Yeah, but this is the best time.” Chester countered. “Trixie’s too busy hogging the attention of everyone at the Dance.”
And he was right. In the middle of the dance floor Trixie posed for all camera phones pointed at her. Wearing a lavish violet jacket with matching headband, tight pink jeans and white boots with a fur trim, she smiled and waved to the crowd, adoring the attention she was getting.
“Huh, that reminds me…” A.J. noted. “…where’s…”
And as if on cue, the music quickly changed to a dance track. A moment later, the main doors to the Gym swung open, and in strutted who A.J. was about to mention…Timmy Turner. He sported shutter shades, a ruby red jacket with white sleeves, blue jeans and fresh new sneakers. He also wore a large pink Hip-Hop medallion around his neck, along with a blinged-out green watch on his wrist.
As he passed his friends, he turned to them and gave a respectful nod.
“Timmy!?” Chester & A.J. said in unison.
The pink-hatted lad continued on towards his destination, the dance floor. Through his path he fearlessly shifted past several of the popular kids, including Chad & Tad, who scoffed at the audacity. Veronica however, as he passed her, wouldn’t stand for it.
“Wait a minute; just who do you think you—!” Timmy responded by holding up his green watch, which promptly smiled brightly, incapacitating the blonde. “AAAGGHHH! I’M BLIND!!!”
She stumbled backwards, falling conveniently right into the arms of Chester. “Timmy…is that you?”
“Uh…yeah!” Chester replied. “Let’s go with that.”
Finally, Timmy’s new appearance garnered the attention of Trixie, as well as all other eyes on the dance floor. Making his entrance, Timmy slid from the edge of the floor all the way to Trixie, stopping as he wrapped his arm around her waist. From there he started moving to the beat of the rhythm, trying to coax Trixie into doing the same. She was surprised by the bravery Timmy showed in his actions, but the confident grin on his face revealed that he was a changed young man, one that was more appealing to her.
Eventually his coaxing would work, as Trixie began to move in sync with Timmy, the two dancing along to the music. The rest of the student crowd would stare in awe as their dance moves grew more complex and impressive with each step. Timmy spun, lifted and tossed Trixie all around the floor, only to have her arrive back in his arms each time. Their moves were so elaborate they would put reality TV dance shows to shame. They finally ended with Timmy dipping Trixie and them pausing in a dramatic pose, bringing about shocking gasps from the crowd.
“How’s that for an entrance?” Timmy asked suavely.
Trixie was indeed impressed, and out of breath as her chest was heaving. But her look of admiration would suddenly change, as she noticed everyone around her. “Uh…uh…SECURITY!!!”
“I knew you…wait, WHAT!?!?!?”
And again, Timmy felt a pair of large hands grip his shoulders, and he went flying.
“YYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Fortunately for the pink-hatted teen, Wanda was on the job this time as he fell into a bin of pink basketballs. “Oh you gotta be KIDDING ME!!!” Timmy lamented as he climbed out. “After everything we went through, even last night, I’m STILL not her boyfriend? What give—OWW!!!”
Another sharp pain jolted Timmy from his rant as he picked out a paper airplane from the side of his head, just like before. Opening it, he read the note that was inside. “Timmy, I’m sorry, but being a popular girl means I have to ease new boyfriends into the fold. But don’t worry, meet me at the broom closet in 5.”
He quickly slid the note in his pocket and grin. “She does still like me! I’m still her boyfriend!”
“Apparently only in secret, though.” Wanda noted as she pointed towards the dance floor and the young man now walking onto it…Remy Buxaplenty.
“Hilarious performance, Turner!” Remy mocked. “One worthy of a class clown such as yourself! Now, watch closely as Trianna and I show you how—!”
Remy’s mocking was cut short as he found himself face-to-face with Trixie’s hand. “No way, Remy!” She told him. “As the most popular girl in this school…I officially deem Remy Buxaplenty…UNCOOL!”
Even more gasps rolled over the crowd as Remy stood there in shock. “What!? You…you can do that! I’m rich!”
Trixie simply smirked at his threat of Wealth. “SECURITY!”
And, just like Timmy earlier, Remy felt the large hands on his shoulders, before leaving his feet. “WHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Luckily for him, Juandissimo had poofed himself outside, where he was waiting as a trampoline. “Do not worry Remy, for I am here to help you land safely!”
Unluckily for him, Remy landed to the right of his godparent. “Ah, perhaps I should’ve compensated for wind resistance.”
Back inside the Gym, Timmy stood with a huge grin on his face after watching the events unfold. “HA! Now HE knows how it feels to be on the outside!”
“Yeah, and he doesn’t crash nearly as good as you, Timmy!” Cosmo added.
With renewed confidence, he marched over towards the broom closet where Trixie requested he meet him. “Well, at least Remy got what was coming to him. I still—AACCKKK!!!”
A sudden yank pulled Timmy from the party and into the aforementioned Broom Closet, where he was greeted by Trixie. “Like what I did to Remy?”
“Very much.” Timmy answered. “But what’s with calling security on me!?”
“I’m sorry, but I have to ease Tad & Chad into this.” Trixie revealed. “Plus, you know how Veronica can be.” Timmy nodded his head in agreement, especially about Veronica. “But in the meantime, we can just keep this secret. We can even use this as our special VIP Room.”
“OK…” Timmy said. “But what’ll we do in here?”
Trixie just smiled seductively and demonstrated, by leaning in a nibbling on Timmy’s ear as her hands frantically went to unzip his pants. “I love the VIP Room.”
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