Fairly Odd Parents Porn Story: Love Doesnt Make Mistakes Chapter 11

Fairly Odd Parents Porn Story: Love Doesnt Make Mistakes Chapter 11

HAPPY V-DAY!!

“I hope you’re happy now.” Cupid huffed. “You got what you wanted, so give me back whats mine.”

The figure chuckled darkly.

“Yours?” he asked with an air of amusement in his voice. “It was never yours to began with.”

Darkness seemed to be spreading out from where he stood, the entire room immersed in shadow.

“We..we had a deal.” Cupid said, with a lot less strength than he hoped for.

“Ah yes,” the figure grinned. “And you’ve been very helpful.”

Cupid swallowed, finding the air around him difficult to breath.

“You got what you wanted,” Cupid said, his back against the fountain. “It’s over.”

“No” the figure whispered and cupid could feel his grip around his throat again.

“It’s just the beginning” He told him.

“You see, I still need this little toy to finish the game,” He continued, “And I play for keeps.”

Cupid gritted his teeth, What he possessed held more power than anything else in the world, It was no ‘toy’ and he knew it.

“But I’ve come too far to let your death be my exposure,” He explained. The darkness withdrew itself, and the grip on cupids neck loosened and then vanished, leaving him gasping.

“You live for now, only because I allow it,” the figure explained. “You have no power to stop me, as your word only goes against yourself. Don’t be foolish enough to try or you will regret it.”

Cupid rubbed his neck. How could he let this happen, after protecting it for so long. He couldn’t tell anyone of his error, there was no getting it back now and he had broken more rules in the last two years than he cared to admit to. Meddling in the affairs of love was technically his job, but he had abused that right and taken it to extremes. All for what?

“You..you can’t do this,” Cupid found himself saying, knowing that his words held no threat to them. After all, how intimidating could one be while wearing a diaper.

“Perhaps love isn’t as strong as you led yourself to think,” The figure smirked and laughing he vanished, leaving the echo of his words to play across Cupids mind.

This was more than he had anticipated, the figure was already very powerful. Who could stop him now?

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“Timmy..”

Timmy looked up into Tootie’s eyes, not even her glasses could hide the gleam of concern and surprise in her dazzling violet orbs.

She was staring intently at him, both of them now sitting Indian-style on his bed, facing each other. At some point during the conversation Tootie had scooted closer to him, and now their knees were touching.

“Oh Timmy, I had no idea,” She said softly, her eyes looking down for a moment before meeting his gaze again.

“Yeah..well..um..” Timmy felt like his heart had plunged into his stomach, not certain if it was from just being this close to Tootie or from what he had just told her.

“You’re dad seemed so cheerful down stairs,” Tootie said, “I would have never guessed that he and your mom had been fighting”

Timmy frowned at his lie, though he knew he had no choice, he couldn’t tell Tootie that it was his godparents who had been fighting.

“Yeah, my dads pretty good at hiding his feelings” Timmy lied, not looking Tootie in the eye.

“Are you okay?” Tootie asked

“I’m not sure,” he replied “It just doesn’t seem real to me. I mean, what if things are never the same again?”

Timmy wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed or relieved from having confessed his concerns to Tootie, though a mixture of both seemed evident. Tootie’s hand went to rest on top of his, soft and warm, she gently squeezed it.

“I’m sure everything will be okay Timmy,” she told him “Your parents seem like really nice people. They wouldn’t..” She paused for a moment as if unsure of her next words and slowly withdrew her hand from his.

“They wouldn’t do anything without thinking of you first, right?” She asked, a sullen tone to her voice.

Timmy looked up to find that Tootie’s attention was no longer on him, instead she was gazing off to the side with a saddened expression on her face.

“That’s what parents are suppose to do,” She said, he voice sounding distant “They’re suppose to do what’s best for you, no matter what. Their love for you should be stronger than fear or doubt or…or threats from Vicky.”

Timmy frowned, knowing for certain that she was no longer speaking of his parents.

From what Timmy had seen, Tootie’s parents were too afraid of Vicky to do anything other than what Vicky told them. Tootie’s parents didn’t try to stop Vicky from being mean, they allowed Tootie to be mistreated, and for how long? Her whole life?

Timmy felt like another weight had been added to his heart. It seemed to be happening a lot lately, but he guessed it just came with growing up. He was starting to see that life wasn’t always about him, as much as he had thought so before, and it felt strange now. There was no denying it; He liked Tootie. Even more than that, he cared about her.

“Tootie,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please don’t be sad.”

Tootie looked up, remembering where she was, and what she had just said. She opened her mouth to apologize for ignoring him but something in his eyes made her stop.

“Why?” She found herself asking, curious and confused, her eyes searching his for an answer.

“Because I…” Timmy paused his stomach churning with uncertainty.

“I don’t like seeing you like that,” he replied looking to the side. “It makes me…it just bothers me, I guess.”

Tootie looked down.

“Sorry,” she whispered, and Timmy mentally berated himself for not thinking his answer through.

“I didn’t mean it like that Tootie,” Timmy tried to explain as he looked up at her. He sighed, frustrated with himself and his inability to, even for a moment, let someone know he cared.

“Guess I’m not very good at this whole ‘Not being selfish’ thing,” he admitted. “I’m kinda out of practice.”

Tootie blinked, then felt her lips turn upward into a small smile as she tilted her head up.

“That’s okay Timmy,” she told him. “I think it’s really sweet of you to be trying.”

“Trying and failing,” Timmy pointed out in an exasperated tone “Man, I’m a jerk-and don’t try and tell me I’m not.”

“Okay, I won’t” Tootie replied .

Timmy raised a questioning eyebrow at her response before he noticed the playful grin appearing on her face.

“Hey- no fair” he said and Tootie giggled.

“Sorry,” she replied with a grin. “I couldn’t help myself.”

Timmy grinned back at her.

“Ya know what Tootie,” Timmy said with a softness to his voice “You have a really pretty smile.”

“You…you really think so Timmy?” She asked timidly.

“Well, yeah” he answered with casual honesty. “I mean, it would be a shame not to show it.”

Tootie tensed slightly and looked down, a modest blush tinting her cheeks, and strands of hair hanging on both sides of her face.

Timmy hesitated a moment before reaching out his hand and tilting Tootie’s chin up to look at him, he was about to ask if she was okay when their eyes met and he felt his breathing hitch.

Tootie’s eyes widened slightly behind her glasses, and she found herself lost in Timmy’s deep blue eyes as she began to lean closer toward him. Much to her surprise though, Timmy seemed to be leaning forward too, their faces now inches apart.

Her heart was racing, her belly doing somersaults, She was actually going to kiss Timmy. She had too often dreamed of this moment and hoped that if she waited long enough it would present itself to her, and now she was so close.

Timmy wasn’t sure if he was even breathing at this point, Tootie’s eyes slowly closed, and his own eyes darted briefly towards her delicate pink lips. He looked back up, his eyes drooping as they came closer and…

POOF.

“Ah!” he pulled back, almost falling off the side of the bed.

Tootie’s eyes flew open, “What?” she asked startled and confused.

“I ..uh…” Timmy looked at Tootie and then back at Cosmo who had just poofed in behind her, and who was waving his arms frantically to get his attention.

“Is something wrong?” Tootie asked, her voice laced with uncertainty and disappointment.
“Huh..What? No no, of course not” Timmy waved his hands out in front of him. “It just tha- COSMO!”

Timmy nearly jumped out of bed as Cosmo prepared to blow into a whistled he had just poofed up.

Tootie looked back and found only a green lamp sitting in the middle of the floor, she heard Timmy sigh in relief and turned back to face him.

“Who or what’s a Cosmo?” she asked.

“Cosmo? Who said anything about a Cosmo?” Timmy nervously questioned. “I was saying it’s just uh..cosmo-Moments like this don’t come along everyday. We wouldn’t wanna waste it, would we?”

“I guess not,” Tootie slowly replied.

“Exactly!” Timmy exclaimed, “And just look at the time,” he anxiously continued, jumping off the bed and pulling Tootie towards the door.

“You’ll probably wanna go home now and get some sleep, big day tomorrow and all!”

“But isn’t tomorrow Saturday?” Tootie asked as Timmy pulled open the door. “And what about stu-“

“Studying?” Timmy finished as he nudged her out the door. “Sounds great! I’ll uh…I’ll come by your house tomorrow evening. BYE!”

He shut the door behind her and let out a long sigh, banging the back of his head on his door as he heard her retreating foot steps.

He stood up straight as Cosmo poofed back into his fairy form, tempted to start yelling for what had almost happened when he saw Cosmo’s face. He was frowning, and looked just as pale as he had before the dance.

“Cosmo?” Timmy asked in a low voice.

tears started to form in Cosmo eyes as he looked around the room. “W..where’s Wanda?”

“In the castle” Timmy replied automatically. “She’s pretty upset though.”

Cosmo looked down. “I know,” he replied.

“What happened Cosmo?” Timmy asked.

“I really messed up this time, Timmy.” Cosmo replied tears starting to run down his cheeks, “And Wanda can’t fix it and I…I don’t know how to fix it either.”

Timmy frowned.

“Cosmo, did you go to Mama Cosma’s place?” he asked.

“No.” Cosmo replied shaking his head. “You might not know this but Mama doesn’t like Wanda very much.”

Timmy rolled his eyes. “Yeah. I kinda got that the first time she said it.”

Cosmo looked up and brushed away some of his tears with his sleeve.

“I didn’t want her to say anything bad about Wanda,” Cosmo said. “It would just make everything worse.”
“Then where’d you go?” Timmy asked.

“Well, I went to fairy world, but I just floated around,” Cosmo replied. “Everyone was acting cranky anyway.”

“Everyone?” Timmy questioned.

“There was too much yelling.” Cosmo nodded solemnly. “And I’m tired of yelling. I just needed somewhere to think.”

Timmy shook his head. “This doesn’t make sense.”

“Hey!” Cosmo huffed. “I can think sometimes too.”

“Not that Cosmo,” Timmy replied. “If everyone in fairy world is acting strange maybe that means something else is going on. This might not be any of your fault…I mean, it just can’t be.”

Timmy was willing to find any excuse for the situation, he just refused to believe that Wanda and Cosmo could ever stop loving each other.

“But I can’t apologize to Wanda again, even if it’s not my fault,” Cosmo replied. “She won’t believe me, and I don’t wanna see her cry anymore.”

Timmy sighed. “We have to get to the bottom of this.”

he turned toward his fish bowl and called for Wanda.

“Wanda? Please come out…I need to talk to you.”

Instantly she poofed in front of him.

“What is it sport?” She asked with a forced smile.

The smile on her face instantly disappeared when she spotted Cosmo, who was nervously tugging at the end of his tie. He met her gaze with a very weak, apologetic smile. Wanda frowned in disapproval, and Cosmo looked down, also frowning.

Timmy let out an exasperated sigh at their display.

“Guys, listen.”

They both looked at him.

“Something wierd is going on here and we need to figure out what.”

Wanda gave him a confused, questioning look.

“Haven’t you noticed all the strange stuff that’s been happening?” Timmy asked. “Like with me and Tootie, and you two, and now everyone in fairy world. It’s like everyone-“

Knock knock knock.

“Ooooh, son! I’m respecting your privacy by knocking, but asserting my authority as your parent by coming in anyway!”

Timmy’s eyes widened, Cosmo and Wanda poofed into the fish bowl, though Wanda wasn’t pleased by the close proximity.

The door opened, revealing the far-from-happy face of his father.

“Dad!” Timmy grinned nervously. “Uh..what’s up?”

“Gas prices.”

Timmy blinked. “O-kay.”

“Your mother and I won’t be going out tonight.” He continued, looking the other way.

Though part of Timmy was relieved to know that vicky wouldn’t be coming over, the other part of him-which had suddenly become more perceptive- picked up on his dad’s moody tone.

“Why not?”

“Because your mother wants to eat chineese and I want italian, that’s why.'” his dad huffed. “As if you can even compare the two.”

Suddenly Timmy’s mom came stomping into the room.

“You’re absolutely right.” She replied, frowning. “Nothing compares to the taste of chicken chow mein.”

“Only spagethetti and meatballs.” His dad shot back.

“Oh that’s so like you.” his mom replied, rolling her eyes. “You have no appreciation for the finer things in life.”

“And you have no appreciation for the simple things.”

“And what exactly is that suppose to mean?”

“It means that chicken chow mien is the most fowl tasting garbage in the world.” His dad answered, throwing his hands in the air. “And that’s even compared to your cooking.”

Timmy’s mom gasped and then glared.

“Well, if my cooking is so terrible then you can go out and eat itallian by yourself, and for the rest of your life.”

“Maybe I will then.”
“Good.”

“Good.”

“Mom! Dad! Please stop it!”

The two adults looked down at their son, frowning slightly in regret.

“Are you telling me this whole fight is over where you’re going to eat?” Timmy asked.

“Well…I…”

“You see Timmy..well..”

They looked at one another.

“I guess so.” mom finally replied.

“Kinda silly really.” his dad replied, thoughtfully. “I’m not sure what came over me.”

“Me niether.” His mom replied. “It’s almost as if some magical force reversed my feelings.”

“Exactly.” His dad agreed.

His mom smiled some.

“Maybe we should just stay home tonight.” She suggested. “And order some pizza.”

“We’ll come get you when the pizza arrives, son.” His dad replied.

Timmy blinked. “Uh..okay then.”
His mom bent down and kissed his head.

Both his parents left soon after.

Cosmo and Wanda poofed back in.

“SEE!” he replied turning toward him. “You heard them. That was so not normal.”

“Timmy, I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this,” Wanda replied. “But that doesn’t mean it has anything to do with magic.”

“That’s it!” Timmy exclaimed, excited.

“Who’s it?” Cosmo asked.

“I can’t believe I forgot.” Timmy continued, looking at them seriously. “Earlier when you guys were fighting, I wished that you would stop, but nothing happened. it didn’t work.”

Wanda and Cosmo blinked, briefly recalling the wish.

“Don’t you guys see!” he exclaimed. “Magic doesn’t effect other magic!”

Wanda looked thoughtfully.

Cosmo looked confused.

“But magic can’t effect love either.” Wanda replied, sighing. “If there’s even any here to effect.”
Cosmo frowned over at her, sadly.

Timmy frowned in determination.

“I don’t believe that.” he told them. “I know you two love each other, and someone is trying to come between you two.”

“But no one has enough magic to do that.” Cosmo replied, surprising the other two.

It was a strange combination of the truth and a compliment.

“Okay, sport; what’s the plan?” Wanda asked, trying to ignore Cosmo while humoring Timmy. Well go to the source.” he replied, smiling.

Cosmo lifted an eyebrow. “The source of…?”

“Love.” Timmy replied.

“Guys. We’re going to Cupid’s.”

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