Fairly Odd Parents Porn Story: timmy’s best day – Chapter 9

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Chapter 9 – The Failed Party

.    The thought of what had just transpired at his babysitter’s house was beginning to lose its potency, and his mind turned to more pleasant thoughts. The first thing that Timmy noticed was that now that he had lost his perpetual hard-on, his penis was quite sore and he had a pressing need to go to the bathroom. ‘ Well, I guess it hasn’t been used much until today,’ he thought. “ Cosmo, Wanda, I wish that my thingy wasn’t sore anymore.”

.    At the mention of their names, the two wrist bands transform instantly into godparent form once again. They exchanged a knowing glance and Wanda said, “ I’m sorry sweetie, but that’s against Da Rules,”

.    “ What, Why?” Timmy complained, looking annoyed.

.    “ Well Timmy, that falls under a special category of  Da Rules called ‘Sexual Wishes’. We can’t grant any wishes involving sex, sexuality, or things like that,” Wanda said matter-of-factly.

.    “ Which is why you can’t wish your dick big,” Cosmo blurted out, causing Wanda to throw a painful elbow into his side.

.    “ Oh,” Timmy said, looking downcast. He had already begun to organize a series of wishes that would probably be outlawed under these new rules. At this point, they passed a fancy looking house with all sorts of pretty lights and colors that quickly drew the attention of Timmy. “ What’s going on in there?” he asked.

.    “ Oh, I forgot, that’s Jimmy’s house, he’s having his one year anniversary with his fairy god parents,” Cosmo said, forgetting that he’s not suppose to tell anybody about other children’s godparents. Wanda got the nagging look primed up when there came a resounding crash from the house and a sparkling pink muffin came flying through one of the windows.

.    “ You have WHAT?!” an adult female voice screamed from the broken window. This was promptly followed by a resounding boom followed by a vacuum whooshing sound then a sudden silence.

.    “ Eh, well, not anymore…” Cosmo sighed, rolling his eyes.

.    “ Hey, he dropped his magic muffin,” Timmy said, picking up the pastry.

.    “ Timmy, I don’t think that belongs to you,” Wanda said nervously.

.    “ Come on Wanda,” Cosmo chimed in, “ Its not like he’s going to be able to use it,” he added pointing a thumb toward the house.

.    Wanda looked unsure for a moment, then smiled, “ Well, I guess since Timmy didn’t get a chance to use his before, he can keep the muffin,”

[ Authors note : The muffin is from the Fairly Odd Parents movie, it grants the eater 1 rule free wish ]

.    “ Well I’m going to make sure it doesn’t get wasted this time,” Timmy said, and stuffed the muffin into his back pocket for later use. His short attention span kicked in, and he walked back to his house trying to remember what he was going to do. He opened the door without announcing himself, and when he was about to enter the living room, his eyes flew wide open. Not noticing him, were his two parents passionately engaged in the act of lovemaking.

.    Timmy’s Mom was draped facing upward on the armrest of the couch. Her legs were wrapped around her husband who was thrusting deeply into her with a crazed look in his. They were both grunting and moaning like animals as they fucked.

.    Timmy quickly slid behind a wall so that only his head was peeking out, from his vantage point  he could see his Dad’s penis ( which was of an admirable length ) thrusting smoothly in and out of his mother’s vagina. At this, the final piece of the puzzle clicked home. This was proper sex between a man and a women. It only made sense now that he thought of it, the rod goes in the hole.

.    After a few minutes, Timmy’s Mom let out a shrill series of giggles and his Dad shouted something about a having his pencil sharpened, and they collapsed forward onto the couch in a hopeless pile. “ That was great honey!,” Timmy’s Dad said in a loud voice.

.    “ And now its time for our after-sex muffin bonanza,” Timmy’s Mom responded.

.    “ Ohoh,” Timmy’s Dad said, and reach toward the coffee table where a stack of muffin’s sat ( unnoticed by Timmy until now, “ Blueberry my favorite,” he said biting into a muffin, “ After sex, its like a magic muffin!”

.    At this last sentence, it finally struck the none-too-bright Timmy what he could use his muffin for.