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I Love You Timmy Turner	By : Wendell Urth Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 10443 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Fairly Odd Parents or any of the characters in this story. I have no financial interest, expect no money, etc. for this story. Not appropriate for underage readers. “see full disclaimer below".

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Timmy sat on the comfy Turner couch, Vicky snuggling beside him, though for the life of her she couldn’t say why. He had patted the seat next to him and said how nice it would be for her to sit with him. Vicky turned away, snubbing him, then found herself sitting on the other end of the couch, puzzled? How had she gotten here? And why was her skin tingling?

He patted the seat next to him again, “Wouldn’t it be nice to sit closer together?” he practically purred. She was going to say “No. Not on your life, buster.” But nothing came out of her mouth as she sidled over. So close. No separation. Her skin began to fizzle at his touch. Every hair on her arm was standing up. It was so strange. It was nice. Unknown to her, chemicals were beginning to flood her neurons.

“Put your arm around me and let’s cuddle.” She was shocked. “Never!” was on her lips when he said “I’d really like you to do that.” She would never do that with him or any other child that she ha… ha… She couldn’t say the word. “Hate” was a common one in her vocabulary. Her first word as a baby was “Hate” even before “Mama” & “Dada”. She just couldn’t remember the word when thinking about Timmy. Her arm was already around him as she pulled him in to a cuddle, then a hug. He rested his head against her arm. Nice.

Something was happening to her. Something. “Ooooh,” she moaned, not recognizing the feeling. She was barely touching him and he was sitting still, enjoying the warmth, but she was on fire. It was as if invisible fingers were teasing her nipples, kissing her belly. She was oozing juices and she didn’t care. As if reading her mind Timmy said, “Why don’t you remove your t shirt and bra? You’re getting all sweaty. Let me see those tits again.” She didn’t want to, did she? But without knowing why or how she exposed her breasts to him. He laughed now, “I like your titties,” and he slapped on one gently to watch it bounce. That pleased her. It excited her as she offered it to his mouth, to kiss. To suck.

OOOHH, GGGGOOOOD," she screamed in ecstasy, desperate to please him.

He bit down on her nipple, his buck teeth leaving marks, drawing a little blood. He bit down harder.

"You little bast... bas... bu-bu-bu..." Was she having a stroke? He grandmother had had a stroke and couldn't say certain words. Vicky used to visit her (well, to steal money out of her purse). She froze, unable to speak or move as he reached out a hand and slapped her face as hard as he could. Then a backhand blow that knocked her off the couch and made her ears ring. Maybe a tooth or three were loosened?

Timmy showed his full rage to her now for the events of the previous days, for destroying his family. He had brought her to tears at last. And she was still incapable of expressing anger and didn't understand why?

"Stupid bitch!" Then, "I liked that. I like doing that. And I'm going to do it to you again... and a lot! What do you think of that, stupid?"

Vicky only heard part of what he said. He "liked it." He liked "doing that" to her. And (thank God) he was going to do it again! Something inside agreed that he should do it again and again because he liked doing it to her. Because she liked him doing it to her. She LOVED it! She wanted it. "Do it again," she whispered.

She understood part of what was happening, what it was she was feeling. It was the orgasm that had always been denied to her before. Rolling waves of ecstasy, climbing over her, drowning her in joy. Each time building to a higher and higher climax, to break over her and begin again. She sensed that there was no limit to the joy she could reach by making him happy.

Her cheek burned, his hand print was visible on her face and it was good. She had bitten her lip on the second blow. Blood oozing from her torn lip. She tasted blood and it was sweet. Soooo fucking sweet.

Timmy watched her writhe at his feet. He undid his zipper and pulled out his dick. It wasn't bad for his age. About 5 inches, maybe a little bigger. Definitely bigger when he was excited... and he was excited now. Vicky had said his father has a big dick but didn't know how to use it. Timmy intended to learn how to use it. He was planning on getting a lot of practice.

Vicky looked up with blurred vision as he stepped over her prone trembling body. He leaned over, grabbing the bitten nipple, twisting it cruelly, digging his thumb into the wound drawing more blood as his once evil babysitter (now his legal guardian!) shrieked in pain & pleasure. She began to bang her head against the floor - once, twice, then a third time. She saw stars.

His cock was hard now. So hard! He could smell her blood, sweat and the musk of her excitement. He looked at her face. "Not so evil looking now," he smirked. His balls were burning. He held up his dick. His first shot went wild, hitting her on the chin and bloody lip. That was OK. "Plenty more," he knew. He directed the next line of spew across her eyes as she screamed in pain. Shaking her head to clear her vision, his next shot had to be aimed carefully. Panting, he directed an almost straight line down from her dripping brow past nose to her lips. A capital "T", almost. He branded her in cum "T for Timmy". Admittedly, it was a very crooked T, but that was OK. She had been shaking too much ("Gotta' remember next time to shoot her in the eyes last"). He had terrible penmanship anyway and a dick full of cum wasn't the best writing implement. He wished he could tattoo the cum stain on her face. Maybe later?

Satisfied with his results he collapsed down on her stomach, driving the breath from her. He finished cumming on her belly and rubbed the last of his load on her injured tit, paying special attention to her swollen blood-stained nipple. "Who knows?" he thought, "Maybe my cum has healing powers."

Sometime in the last few minutes Vicky had passed out. He hadn't noticed. He didn't care.

Later:

He waited for her to regain consciousness. He was impatient so he prodded her with his foot.

Vicky never knew how long she was out. She awoke to pain and the taste of blood and cum in her mouth. She noticed her slacks and panties were down around her ankles. She didn't remember that happening. "Did the Twer... twa...t-t-t... Fuck!" The word was gone. She sat up slowly. Pain in a dozen places. "I'm naked! What happened?" Looking at the smiling boy sitting on the couch again. Feeling the drying cum on her face and tits and belly, "Did he rape me?" she wondered. She wasn't sure, but she doubted he had.

What was she feeling? Maybe... regret?

Timmy's little Magical Experiment had worked.

Vicky started to cry. If any pity remained in his heart, it wasn't obvious. The wounds she had inflicted over the last 2 days were too fresh. Too deep.

She lurched to her feet, she had to get out of here, to figure this out. A plan, she was good at plans. Something, she'd do something. She clumsily gathered up her clothes and held them to her chest and bolted towards the door.

"Vicky? I'd like you stay for a moment" She skidded to a halt nearly falling again. He laughed.

"Why don't you come over here and put your clothes back on. You can't go out there naked, dummy!"

She turned without thinking and began to dress. Her panties were a mess, soaked, her favorite pair stained beyond any cleaning. They were cold and clammy and she put them back on anyway.

"Why don't you come closer? I'd like that." She was already close to him, now inches away from the sitting, smiling boy.

Her slacks were wet as well, so nasty. She could have asked to borrow something Mrs. Turner had left, but she was afraid to. She couldn't put her bra back on, it rubbed her wounded nipple. She slid the t shirt on again.

She turned in a circle as Timmy said, "Wait. Why don't you give me your panties. I'd like that." Torturing her, making her get undressed again. She was crying as she slipped out of her slacks... again. She wanted to throw the panties in his face. She intended to, but somehow placed them in his hands.

"Look at these! You are such a disgusting pig." He took the panties, sniffed them deeply and made a face. She put her disgusting slacks back on and almost got to the door this time. Almost.

"Vicky, come back here please."

"Oh God," she thought.

"I just realized, Ive never really seen a pussy before."

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God" she thought.

"I didn't get much of a look just now, you were shaking too much and your fingers were in the way."

Had she masturbated in front of him? (Somewhere a thought "Did he like watching?)

"Let me get a look again. A good look this time"

She found herself pulling off her slacks yet again ("Again?" she moaned).

"Closer stupid, closer"

He was eye fucking her. She could feel his hot breath on her most sensitive spots.

"I like the way you pussy looks." he began to describe it to her as if they were sharing an art appreciation class. I like the thick red curls at the top, do you trim it? Wow, its slightly darker than the hair on your head or the stubble under your armpits. But i see some that are copper colored." He reached out and yanked a hair from from her puss. He held it up for her to see. She bit her swollen lip. "See? Its brighter. I like that." And there is stubble around the sides of your cunt" he leaned in and rubbed his face against her. "Oh, I like the way that feels against my skin".

She lost her mind, she totally lost herself, she pulled him in and climaxed. Just from that, she coated his face uncontrollably and the boy pulled back in horror. "Did you piss on me you stupid cunt!" He raged. The pain was suddenly everywhere. She was blind, on fire, dying, dying. "No, no, no! That's cum, I came, God I came, I squirted. You made me cum. You made me cum. I never squirted before. Never before. Never. I couldn't help it."

Timmy looked her for a moment, disgust turning to puzzlement. "I guess we're going to have some things to go over. Get dressed. But first clean me up, bitch. No use your shirt. Maybe you should wash me off first. No stupid. Use your tongue."

Finally exiting, she swore that she would never return.

Never.

Never ever.

And wondered how long she could hold out...

Timmy's little Magical Science experiment had worked.
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