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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
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(Sorry, sorry! I forgot to post this before the Trixie Turner Side Story, Ill re-post that after editing this)

Last year:
As I said before, Timmy was lazy. Not stupid, but lazy. Last year he had months to work on his 5th grade science fair project. It was going to be 50% of his final grade. And of course, he was going to to need an A to pass Science.

He had months, well... weeks? OK. Days. How did all that time go by?

OK, he didn't need to win the Science Fair. He didn't want to win, too much attention was bad for a boy with Magical Fairies. He just wanted a good enough mark on his project to get him a final grade of C-... or even a C (C+ was probably out of reach by this point). I told you he was lazy.

Besides, AJ always won and that was OK with Timmy.

So at the very last minute he called Cosmo & Wanda to whip him up something simple but impressive. Something that wouldn't betray a magical origin. The instructions were clear that the student could not get any help from parents. She said that the Fairy kind was implied when he suggested they didn't count. Timmy whined about Summer School but Wanda was firm (Cosmo was kind of gloopy, he wouldn't help if Wanda said no. "But me & Phillip are rooting for ya', champ!") and the two Fairies and nickel poofed out of the room.

Timmy cursed. He was going to be forced to do something he spent his whole live avoiding. He went to the library.

Today:
Vicky finally got home, anxious to see if she had recovered her 'Icky'. Her parents noticed her bruised condition and smiled to themselves. "Hello dear" her mother said sweetly. "Had a rough day?"

Vicky growled at her. So far, so good.

She threw open her sister's door. Tootie had tied herself naked to the giant crucifix on her wall. She was playing her favorite game, 'Death of the Naked Virgin Martyr'. A small catapult was randomly throwing ping pong balls at the girl who was crying out for her Lord Jesus to save her. Of course, Tootie's image of the savior included buck teeth and a pink baseball cap.

Disgusted, Vickie threw a billiard ball at the child's head, knocking her goofy... or goofier than she usually was. "We're not Catholic, stupid. We're not even Christians." Then, seeing her younger sister's eyes uncross, "If you are going to practice martyrdom, it's got to hurt!" The knife she tossed missed her sister. Vickie slammed the door and went to her room. "Whats with you?" Tootie called out to her. "That knife missed me by a mile!"

Slamming doors was usually a sign things in her house was normal. But things were not normal.

Twerp, shit head, mother fuckin' moron" Vickie sighed in relief. Yep, the words were all back. Then she tried to imagine applying one of her restored vocabulary words to Timmy... and she froze. Every muscle locked up. "Timm..." Nothing. She couldn't even think. No, she would break this... this... curse? Whatever it was. "Mu-mu-mu..." was the closest she could come to "Mother fucking buck tooth bastard." A ball peen hammer started tapping out Chopsticks on her toes. Bile burned her throat.

"No. I won't allow this. She clamped her teeth down and refused to submit. Her heart was pounding loud and unsteady in her ears. Then it stopped. "NO!" she gasped and began to choke. Dizzy, her fell to her hands and knees. "No-no-no" plaintively. Gasping. She was going to say it. She was going to curse his name. But what came out was "I love you, Timmy Turner." A flood of relief, she took in a huge cleansing breath. It felt so good. She tingled. She sparkled. She pissed herself in pleasure.

No, she couldn't allow this. She was the most evil babysitter in Dimmsdale. If she couldn't be angry at him, then she would never think about him again. That had to be the answer!

Timmy found his answer in the library, to his vast relief. A simple demonstration. He'd draw a quick poster, get a frying pan, slice up a few potatoes and salt. The adults would love it. The kids would love it. More importantly, his teacher would love it.

Evidently there was some genetic thing about the way people tasted salt. Something to do with the way the brain worked (almost against his will he became interested in 'that brain stuff'). Even better, he found a fact sheet so he could fake the results for the last few months. Definitely Grade A material! He'd still lose the Science Fair, he might get an 'Honorable Mention' (A 'Horrible Mention' he called it), but no summer school for this kid!

She went into the bathroom; clothes scattered on the floor and took a cold shower. The water turned pink as she rinsed the dried blood and cum from her body. She felt better... ("Not thinking about Him. Definitely not thinking about... Him).

It was hard not thinking about...

Painful

She stepped out of the cold refreshing shower and decided to run a nice hot bath. This was her "me time", what she did to pamper herself. Epson salts. Scented bath oil. Her headless rubber duck. She sat on the toilet lid as the tub filled with hot soapy water and looked down at her disgusting clothes on the bathroom floor. They would never get cleaned. (Not thinking about...) "Ugh" she tossed the slacks in the trash pail, they were still damp. "Disgusting!" Her favorite blouse was ruined too. It was covered in sweat... hers. Traces of blood and tears... hers. And cum stains... His. "Gross" she went to throw it in the pail with the slacks but found herself pressing it to her face. Inhaling deeply his scent. His scent. Him

("Not thinking about...)

It hurt so much not to think about...

Timmy's Science Fair project as to how genetics affected taste was a hit, (especially with bored parents who were impatient to leave and get something to eat) bit's of fried potato with salt went great (several fathers asked why didn't he work beer into the demonstration too). Timmy had gotten enough potatoes, but not enough salt.

"Shit" he muttered to himself. "Psst, Cosmo?" the boy whispered to a green buzzing fly hovering over the remains of an undigested spud.

"Bzzzz, yeah?"

"I need more salt."

"Bzzzz, salt? Salt!!! You know, sodium chloride?" Seeing his science teacher approaching, "I need some now, hurry!"

Cosmo had snuck into the gym alone and was having passionate fly sex with a half dozen house flies (gym flies?) on the potato sack and was only half paying attention. Still, a wish was a wish. "What did Timmy want? Something with an 'ium'?" 3000 of his fly eye spots focused blearily on the Periodic Table of the Elements on the wall by AJ's experiment transmuting Lead into Winning Lottery Tickets. "Sodium?" "Magnesium?" "Lithium?" Cosmo poofed them all onto the table next to the bowl of water where Timmy was washing potato slices.

Sodium metal reacts rapidly with water. During the reaction, the Sodium metal may well become so hot that it catches fire and burns with a characteristic orange color and intense heat.

When Magnesium interacts with water, it will form a hydrogen gas that ignites violently due to excessive heat and oxygen supply.

Lithium reacts intensely with water, forming lithium hydroxide and highly flammable hydrogen.

Timmy's Science Fair Project was impressive, to say the least. Explosive, to say the most.

Vicky lowered her body gently into the bubbling tub. The bruises and bite marks, aches and pains, faded away. She liked looking down at her naked, nearly submerged body. This was how she looked best she knew. Floating just below the surface. The hot soapy water did wonderful things to her breasts, gently rocking side to side, bobbling up and down. Her nipples poked the surface, pink little nubbins of eager flesh. Hot water brought additional color to her fair pale skin and brightened her aureoles which were like little pebbly red mounds now. She stroked her breasts, loving how the bath oil felt on the smooth surface of her skin. She shivered, luxuriating in the sensation.

(Thinking about...Him)

Her long red hair floated loosely around her shoulders. No one had ever seen this Vicky. This was her own private Vicky, that no one else knew.

"I am sooo not going to think about him" she told herself.

Her hips broke the surface of the bath. Staring down past her bobbling breasts, not an extra pound of flesh around her slightly rounded, toned stomach. She was proud of her thin, fit figure, the graceful curves and muscles, that's why she wore belly shirts when she could. She liked how boys (and girls) looked at her... before fear drove them away. "Did he look...?" She cut the thought off.

Her hands continued to explore her warm oily skin. Down her waist and hips. She could see the whorl of her belly button rise then sink below the surface of the water as she breathed, movement creating tiny whirlpools. She raised her knee, spreading he legs slightly. The cool air across the warmth of her exposed skin sent pleasant sensations rippling across her body now.

A thatch of dark red curs danced gently in the waves. "He said he likes the way my pussy looked" she remembered dreamily. And beyond that...

She had never had an orgasm before. Before... Him. She had cum close several times in the bath, thinking about boys in school, thinking about the ways she could punish... she broke off the thought of 'Him'.

Him.

Wanda showed up almost immediately. There was a Fairy Fire Alarm built into every school in the world. Children with Fairies blew up, knocked over, set fire to, caused earthquakes in, unleashed dragons on their school several times a week. The Fairy High Council considered it good therapy. It was a routine spell to undo the damage and make everyone forget what happened. At one point Timmy had destroyed his school so many times Jorgen had the school made out of Lego's to make reconstruction easier. That didn't last, Lego toilets are too uncomfortable. Besides, Timmy hadn't destroyed his school for several months. Until now.

Wanda shot Cosmo a dirty look as he fumbled with his fly dick. She raised her wand. School restored. Human memories erased. Timmy without a project now, fails science. Summer school looms. Etc. etc.

Except for one difference. Timmy could still see scorch marks on the gym floor and ceiling. Why didn't they also disappear if the fire had never happened? Cosmo was nervously trying to duck 125,000 fly paternity suits and was happy to let Timmy to interrupt. Wanda paused her call to her divorce lawyer (his number on the wand's speed dial). She explained, "My soon-to-be Ex," grinding her teeth "conjured up magical chemicals. They have the same properties as the real thing, sweetie. Magic cant permanently undo something created by real world science. The chemicals reacted in the real world. We can clean up the mess and make everyone forget, but some things remain." Then, "That's why Crocker's Fairy Detector still worked after he lost his Fairies. It was scientifically created in the real world so it still worked after the magic was withdrawn."

Timmy wondered, "But what about all the guns and explosives you've given me over the years?"

"All those were purely magical creations, not created using real world science so when the spell was lifted the effects disappeared. You never really killed anyone, never really hurt anyone (permanently) because the magical weapons weren't real, weren't based on actual scientific reactions. "'Cosmo" (more teeth grinding) magically created real chemicals and the two of you blew the shit out of this place."

Timmy thought about that, he had a feeling that this would be important some day. Using magic to create permanent changes in the real world. He had Wanda poof up some putty & paint for his Fairies to cover up the remaining damage, at least superficially. Then they returned home, Cosmo was missing some teeth and had a black eye, but was smiling. His Fairies were back together. "Magic can make permanent changes to the real world."

His first little experiment he performed successfully on himself. He created a small jewel to preserve his memories of Cosmo & Wanda. What good were Fairies if they could make him forget all the wonderful things they did for him? When they left it would be like his life had never gotten any better. That's what happened to poor, sad Crocker. He had had a heroic, charmed life until Cosmo & Wanda went away. Not only had his life turned into crap, but he lost all the memories of joy. "That sucks" and "It won't happen to me!" Timmy swore.
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