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Blasting Off: A Menage a Trois	By : teacupsnmints Category: +G through L > Jimmy Neutron Views: 2035 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own Jimmy Neutron, its characters, the fandom, any part of the franchise, or Nickelodeon. I don't own anything. I'm not making any money off this shit either.
Jimmy was pissed. That Cindy bitch blew him off again, and this time it was to go run off with that bimbo skank Libby to some frat party. If Jimmy was being honest with himself, Cindy hadn’t been putting out much lately and when he’d suggested they spice things up by maybe asking Libby to join them, Cindy had scoffed at the idea and called him a disgusting pig.

   It was as if that bitch was depriving Jimmy intentionally. She had become less and less appealing to Jimmy over the years and now that they were at Retroville University, she was taking every opportunity to attend some fraternity party with Libby.

   Probably off blowing some frat guy, Jimmy thought bitterly.

   See, Jimmy and his group of childhood friends had enrolled at the local university three years ago and he was almost ready to graduate. Jimmy, because of his genius intellect, was immediately accepted with open arms into an accelerated program. Cindy didn’t like it, not one bit. She became a bitterly jealous hag. Libby had somehow convinced her to join some kind of sorority- Kappa Kappa Chai? Something like that. It was as though Cindy purposely dumbed herself down to spite Jimmy out of jealousy of his academic accomplishments. She and Libby became a couple of man-hating SJWs and god help us all, because then Jimmy had to act all PC and shit around her and Libby or there would be hell to pay, like he wouldn’t be able to get any for months.

   Not that he was getting any anyway to begin with.

   Jimmy paced around the living room of his apartment impatiently, his deprived, rigid rocket pressing against the zipper of his jeans. Jimmy let out a soft hiss, desperately hoping that his frigid bitch of a girlfriend would be home soon. It was hard being a genius with a turd-shaped haircut sometimes, because then only the girl you grew up with would want to bang you.

   His roommate eyed him nervously from the sofa. Poor Carl- never to get laid, never had a girlfriend, always carrying some weird kind of oedipus complex. Never had a “glow-up,” Carl was still clad in his trademark glasses, poorly fitted green pants, and that hideous orange button-up with darker orange suspenders. Jimmy snorted. Suspenders? No wonder Carl never brought home any pussy. Jimmy suspected Carl was closeted and too much of a wuss to do anything about it- not that he could say anything about it to Cindy. She’d jump down his throat about making marginalized minorities look bad or whatever, because “Carl Wheezer does not have enough fashion sense, or any sense for that matter, to be gay.” He and Sheen, their other roommate, were really the only ones ever to acknowledge Carl’s existence.

   Jimmy paused in the middle of his brooding. Brain blast!

   Jimmy sneered and stalked over to where his unsuspecting roommate was lounging on the couch. Carl peered up at him fearfully, big doe-like brown eyes widening as though he was afraid of what Jimmy would do next. Jesus, Carl acted like the world was out to get him.

   “J-Jimmy?” Carl wheezed nervously, twiddling his fingers.

   Jimmy jumped on the couch and straddled Carl. Jimmy always thought the fat ginger had some sort of crush on him anyway, what with Carl following him around like a lost puppy who could never find its way.

   “Cindy’s gone, Carl. It’s just us,” Jimmy groaned as he rubbed his thick, rigid rod against Carl’s stomach- which, by the way, was not fat- it was festively rotund. “Tell me you want this, Carl. I know you want this.”

   Carl looked up at Jimmy shyly through his eyelashes. “I… I want this Jimmy,” Carl admitted and submitted himself to the brunette with a turd-shaped haircut. “Let me please you, Jimmy.”

   Jimmy let out a growl as the chubby ginger prostrated on the couch before him, unbuttoning Jimmy’s dungarees that were as blue as his eyes. Carl always watched from afar, hating that blonde skank Cindy and her slimy hands whenever they touched the object of his affection. Unbeknownst to Jimmy, Carl had a hit list and was planning on offing the bitch anyway.

   Jimmy hissed as Carl’s tongue darted out and ran up and down Jimmy’s incredible, intromittent organ. Jimmy’s naked weapon hung out and waited to be worshipped by Carl’s tongue. Only Jimmy didn’t want to wait anymore. Jimmy flipped Carl (struggling to lift him as he was heavy, though- and Jimmy could appreciate the man tits at least) onto his stomach facing the other way when suddenly-

   Whoosh. The door opened. Fearing it was Cindy, Jimmy braced himself, only to be met with silence. Jimmy looked up hesitantly and saw that it was Sheen, who had been gone for who knows how long, probably tripping on some Ultralord Ecstasy. Sheen’s father was violently intolerant toward the gays, so Jimmy wasn’t sure how Sheen was going to react. Jimmy was shocked when he saw Sheen’s lips curve into a grin on his tanned, hispanic face. Jimmy also noticed Sheen’s mocha-colored eyes darkening with desire at the sight in front of him.

   Holy shit. Sheen also enjoyed putting from the rough.

   “Is there room for one more?” Sheen inquired slyly.

   To Jimmy’s utter shock, Carl invited him over eagerly. That’s it- Carl was their ginger bitch. This had always been an easy living arrangement for Jimmy, and he could see it was only going to get easier. Fuck Cindy. To be completely honest, Jimmy always saw Sheen as eye candy- what with his tanned skin, dark, spiky locks and lanky figure.

   Jimmy brought his rigid rocket to the opening of Carl’s puckering posterior. As Carl gasped, Jimmy dove right in and found his new home. Jimmy eased his way in and began moving in and out of Carl’s awakened anus. Meanwhile, Sheen had whipped out his own Ultra Lord and entered Carl’s eagerly waiting mouth.

   Jimmy noticed something in Sheen’s pocket and began to snicker to himself, noticing it was still Ultra Lord.

   “Oh this?” Sheen raised his eyebrow. “This, Jimmy- this is my favorite toy.”

   And he took it out. Only, it wasn’t the figurine Sheen used to lug around during their childhood years. It was an Ultra Lord-shaped dildo. And Sheen was about to put it in Jimmy’s ass.

   Jimmy gasped and began to see visions of Goddard and nebulas surrounding him as he started to feel what must have been a euphoric sensation. The slapping of skin, fat against slim, continued for what seemed like it couldn’t have been long enough.

   And suddenly- blast off!

   Jimmy didn’t need Cindy. He knew where his home was now.

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