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Fairly Odd Parents Porn Story: The Last Eliminator – Chapter 10

Fairly Odd Parents Porn Story: The Last Eliminator – Chapter 10

Hallo, again, everyone! This segment is dedicated to Radar 180.

Thank you very much!

NOTE: This chapter will seem a little confusing-but the events that led up to this will be explained next chapter.

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It had happened so fast.

When the explosion occurred, however, it hadn’t been a thing like the movies.

Normally, the hero grimly raced away, dodging as he ground his teeth against each other in his hurry.

But all Timmy knew, in the firestorm of energy, was blinding, positively blistering lightlightlight…..

And the deafening silence that followed, after he had shoved a gelatinous form away from the exploding engine.

As Timmy staggered in the molten wreck, eyes flickering, he finally collapsed to his knees with a small groan.

Kanone had lost. At least Mark had gotten away safely.

But, as Timmy tumbled down to meet the metal, every fiber of his body screaming in pain, he had to admit a somewhat grim truth.

Kanone, in a way, had won.

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(Eliminator POV)

The idiot.

The blasted, blasted, IDIOT!

If I had a heart would’ve stopped by now. Or it would’ve been pounding, at the very least.

The Chosen One took time to spare an idiot Prince of Yugopotamia? I slapped myself upside the forehead as I wrenched apart the smoking, melted wreck with my limbs, angrily

crushing leftover scrap into neat little cubes.

Ooh, save one person-or, uh….invertebrate that resembled a squid with a glass orb above his head holding his brain.

And doom the rest of humanity.

Did he not REALIZE what the fairies would do if there was ONE SCRATCH on that boy?

That was unpleasant to think about.

But would be EVEN more unpleasant to think about would be the MASTER’S reaction….

I shuddered.

Oy, vey.

If everyone on Earth was LUCKY, it would perish in flames.

If not….well….

As that funny green haired fairy once put, it would be very, very, very, very, very, very, very not good.

That fairy was always funny to listen to in prison….especially when he would start singing, using his wisdom of a throw pillow to compose songs to soothe the troubled soul.

I ate a little mud pie…

And then I ate some ants.

I drank out of the fishbowl…

And then I wet my pants……..

In spite of myself, I had to giggle.

There was that other one, too…

Oh, Cannibals,

Oh, Cannibals,

What will you eat for Christmas?

Oh, Cannibals,

Oh, Cannibals,

What will you eat for Christmas?

Dear Father-in-law would be divine,

But then on what would Daddy dine?

Oh, Cannibals,

Oh, Cannibals,

What will you eat for Christmas?

Oh, Cannibals,

Oh, Cannibals,

You start to make me nervous.

Oh, Cannibals,

Oh, Cannibals,

You start to make me nervous.

Your friendly looks

Have turned to smiles,

Reminding me of crocodiles.

Oh, Cannibals,

Oh, Cannibals,

You start to make me nervous.

Oh, Cannibals,

Oh, Cannibals,

I wish I never met you.

Oh, Cannibals,

Oh, Cannibals,

I wish I never met you.

I hope that when you’ve eaten me,

I make you barf your recipe.

Oh, Cannibals,

Oh, Cannibals,

I wish I never met yo-

I shook.

NO!

I didn’t have time for this idiocy!

And, as I ripped the final slab apart, I froze.

Before a scream tore from my mouth.

End POV

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His response was as quick as a lightening bolt striking the earth as he snatched Timmy’s limp body into his arms.

Awkwardly, he put a hand on Turner’s dusty, somewhat grimy forehead.

“C-Chosen One?”

A pause. Then, to the Eliminator’s immense relief, Timmy’s eyes flickered open.

But, as a faint moan broke from his lips, the Eliminator’s metallic eyebrow raised itself slightly.

“T-Turner…can you hear me?”

If the Chosen One was frightened by the Eliminator’s reappearance, he didn’t show it.

That, or could not show it. Timmy just continued to glazedly stare about himself, faint, baby blue eyes meeting emerald.

A faint smile came to his lips.

“Cosmo….you do-“

The boy’s eyes flickered again. The ELiminator paused.

And shot off into the dark skyline.

It would’ve been a wise idea to LOOK where you were going in space travel.

But, instead, he directed his attention to the boy still secured in his arms.

Now that they were out of danger, the Eliminator focused solely on him, and instantly realized just how weak the boy looked like. It was enough to say the bot was astounded the

boy was still conscious.

Now, if only He would STAY like this for awhile longer….at least until he could get Turner help.

Timmy’s eyes flickered again.

Something hit the robotic stomach’s bottom with full force.

Timmy, no! I need you to stay awake!

Splendid. He felt like slapping himself.

He had called the Darkness’ playtoy by his FIRST name….

Timmy’s orbs remained frozen.

Hearing the urgency in the bots voice, Timmy clung to consciousness.

Unfortunately, the action had greatly cost the boy. And the bot noticed it when the young hybrids dulled green eyes began to close.

Turner, look at me, the cyborg pleaded, taking a hold of the childs face, feeling ill.

Did humans ALWAYS feel this cold? Or as limp as spaghetti?

Timmy did his best to keep his eyes focused on his arch-enemy, but his vision was darkening just as quickly as he was losing the battle to remain conscious.

“TURNER, NO!”

But Timmy slipped into darkness with a moan, head still spinning as all conciousness left his body.

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