The Fairly OddParents
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Today is a normal day for Timmy. It is monday and he has to go to school in an hour.
But now he is watching porn and he jerks off. In his mind he has a gigantic dick. Unfortunately it is only in his mind, because in real life he has an 1-inch babydick.
After releasing himself, he goes to school. He has for the first time swimmingclass and would see the others dicks. He thought they were as small as he was.
He entered the lockerroom when...
Calix woke, his mind calm. He felt – peaceful. He felt better than he had for a long time. His mind seemed quiet and organized. He felt - ready. It had taken him quite some time yesterday to open and deal with the boxes in his head. Much longer than he expected. Too much time. Maybe Octavia was right. He’d never thought about it before. He’d never considered that maybe taking the time once a day to deal with all of the crap would be enough. He’d have to start trying it – maybe before he went...
“Hermes, what are his vitals?” Octavia Capstan didn’t even realize she’d started calling the Earth-at AI by Calix’s anthropomorphized name. All she was really aware was how worried she was. She wouldn’t admit it to herself, but she had a vested interest in the young man lying in front of her. He was more than just another recruit. She couldn’t bear to concede it to herself, but this was personal. Her connection to him went beyond the Navy. It went beyond the Confederacy. It was...
The young man looked out the window at the lunar surface. He knew it wasn’t real. He knew what he was looking at was nothing more than a projection of some spot recorded on the surface perhaps a hundred klicks or so above him. He knew with just a sub-vocal command he could have an image from any other planet in the Confederacy on his monitor. If he wanted, he could even see a recorded image of his home. Sure, it wouldn’t be real time – just a recording of some days, weeks or months before –...
Calix’s eyes opened slowly. His arms were wrapped around a warm bundle. Sophia. Her breath was deep and even, a slight, near-silent snore escaping her lips. For a moment, he reveled in her closeness. It was familiar. He always seemed to feel a bit better when waking next to Sophia. He kept his breathing even as his mind made the familiar transition from sleep to wakefulness. He frowned. He didn’t know the time and it bothered him. He was used to being in control. Too often lately, such had...
Calix stood for a moment outside his door trying to figure out what had just happened. Octavia had kissed him. Octavia, the impossible Lieutenant who seemed to spend every moment of her existence delighting in his torment, kissed him. Three times. And he would’ve loved to have a fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh... Part of him felt guilty. Was he cheating on the others? Could he cheat on the others? He already had seven women – eight if you counted Alicia, which he didn’t – so what was he...
“I’m not complaining – far from it – but why’d you remove the scars?” Sophia asked as they walked along, their time at the med-tubes done. She was fingering the collar around her neck absently. She’d been surprised to be wearing it when she came out of the med-tubes but the medic had explained it was standard. It allowed her to communicate with the AI, among other things. Evidently, Calix hadn’t known about it – because he’d never mentioned it. Truthfully, she probably should have figured it...
It was late by the time Calix and his family made it back to their quarters. Amelia and Dylan were both already sleeping. They’d slept in the med-tubes, of course, but upon exiting they’d only remained awake long enough to find someone to carry them to comfortable beds. Amelia simply held out her tired arms to Calix and Dylan had practically climbed up Heather. As Calix was carrying Amelia to the personal lift, he felt someone tugging on his shirtsleeve. He turned to find one of Yolanda’s...
Leo didn’t walk so much as he seethed down the hallways towards his quarters. Not only had the little faggot sucker punched him but he’d gotten away with it. What kind of panty-assed operation was this? He was the fucking sponsor here, not her. She should have just spread ‘em like a good little bitch. So fat ass got to the redhead first. So what? It wasn’t fair the way he’d done it. Leo still believed the fucker should have had to put his women in the general pool. It would have been fair....
The Marine Sergeant stepped off the teleport pad slowly, his body tense and every sense stretched to its limit. He looked carefully left and right, almost casually noting the routes of egress as well as all of the shadows large enough to hide an enemy. The corridor was well lit, the troubling, off-gray walls stretching far down the line. There weren’t many shadows but he was leery of the few that existed. The shrinks called it hyper-awareness. He called it prudent. He was turning when his...
All was not well in Leo Gunter’s world. He’d survived two tours in the fucking sandbox from hell only to come home and have his world completely re-arranged. The fucking ‘Average Joe’ show had ensured it. He’d been mustering out of the Army at Fort Benning in Georgia when the penultimate episode of ‘Average Joe’ had aired. Of course, he’d heard of the President’s speech by then, but he figured it was a hoax or some political maneuvering to get the asshole another four years. ‘Average Joe’,...
Leo Gunter woke slowly. His eyes opened to nothing. The room was pitch dark. For a few moments he tried to determine what had woken him. He listened – but he heard no sound. He waited, waited to hear something, sense something but there was – nothing. The bed seemed too soft. Unfamiliar. Strange. The sheets were rough. They weren’t the silk sheets he kept on his bed. Was he in someone else’s bed? Had he scored last night? He almost chuckled even as his arms reached out to feel the body he...
The first few minutes of Calix’s Parkour run were nothing short of a disaster. He couldn’t hit a single mark and constantly leapt too far or not far enough. His timing was off, his strength was off – everything was off. He found himself fighting himself as much as the course. Things went downhill from there. The ability to trust one’s self and one’s abilities is paramount in Parkour. A traceur who was constantly second-guessing his abilities just didn’t survive. Calix couldn’t depend on...
Tamara stretched as she woke. She hurt – her tummy was tight and moving caused some discomfort. Below, her coochie seemed raw and she reminisced for a moment about how it had managed to get to such a state. ‘My pussy,’ she thought to herself, giggling. ‘It had been a coochie but Calix and I made sure it became a pussy last night.’ It hadn’t lasted all night, like she’d hoped, but had lasted until well into the morning. She really had no idea what time she’d finally passed out, but she was...
Location: 1 Div HQ, Briefing Room 2, Artemis Station Occasion: Conference and PLRB (look it up, MoFos) about several Gebel concubines Present: Lt Anderson CMC, Ens Gebel CN, Lt Capstan CN, Decurion Suarez CS ... while Anderson droned on about how far behind Private Leopold Gunter’s injuries were pushing his squad’s training schedule, Calix asked the base AI about the Lt’s history. “Any family members lost recently?” Calix sub-vocalized. “Both of the Lieutenant’s parents killed in an...
"This is so unfair." Yelled Timmy as he trashed his room. His anger blinding him to the fact that he was destroying all his things. "Sorry sport, but you know the rules." Said his pink haired Fairy, she waved her wand as he broke each item. Repairing it with a flash of magic. It had officially been the worst day of Timmy's life. He got up only to discover that his parents had left to go on vacation for the week, leaving Vickie to look after him for seven whole days. Literally permitting her to...
Brianna was standing off to the side of the teleport pads, waiting for Calix’s and Heather’s return. The pads were in the center of a large hex-shaped area, separated from the rest of the base with three-meter-tall walls or dividers painted an unnerving shade of gray. She sighed as she looked up into the fading darkness of oblivion. She could see the walls of the cavern above her, but it faded into darkness before her eyes could make out the roof. She was a little disappointed at being made...
“Like I said before, you’ll have the quarters right next to mine,” Octavia said as she led Calix and his concubines down the long, even hallway. It was all she could do to keep her pace steady. The effect Calix had on her was unexpected and untimely but not unwanted. She’d never been this infatuated with someone before. Knowing she would be leaving soon, knowing she’d likely never see him again, she’d been trying to move away, to keep her distance. She couldn’t seem to help herself. It...
Calix woke, sitting bolt upright in bed. His heart was racing, his body covered in sweat and no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t get his breath. His hands were clenched, ready to fight, ready to strike out at – who? Who was attacking him? His mind was already calculating his lines of sight, the routes of escape – door in front and to the right was better but he could make a stand at either of the far doors on the right wall, one corner was better than the other – a bathroom with water...
“Lieutenant Capstan, Ensign Gebel has met with Decurion Omachuck. He is one of the psychologists stationed on Artemis.” Octavia stopped for a moment and took in a deep breath. She was almost afraid of what condition Calix was in. She knew he wasn’t physically hurt but psychological trauma could be even more damaging. “What’s his condition?” “Oddly, his vital signs are steady at their normal levels,” the AI replied. “Pulse is fifty-two, blood pressure is one twenty over seventy, blood oxygen...
The Marine stretched in his chair. He knew what he had to do but he wasn’t sure how to do it. He had to be careful. After the partial success of his second attempt, he had no doubt people – and fucking things – would be looking for him. He considered, briefly, about not sharing the new intelligence – the new extraction point and protocols - but put the thought aside. There were too few pickups which came directly to the moon base. He’d usually hear nothing about those going directly to ship...
“I’ve reviewed the case and consulted with our current rules and regulations,” Almatters said quietly. Octavia and Calix were both sitting in chairs across her desk and Almatters was alternating looking at each of them. “This has never come up before – at least, not officially – so we really have nothing to address it. The CAP tests should have weeded this out but ... the scores are mostly holistic in nature and aberrations can crop up. From what I gather, the four paternal children are well...
“You rang, oh mighty leader?” Octavia laughed as she marched through the door. Major McTavish pushed back in his chair in surprise. Octavia had always been pleasant – but she was downright happy right now. Her face beamed, her eyes were bright. It was – off-putting. “Did you get laid or something?” Dervish asked, shaking his head. “Nope,” she replied, almost dancing up to his desk and then plunking down in one of the chairs. “Better.” “Better than sex?” Dervish asked in disbelief. “No...
Sophia entered next, but Calix still wasn’t over what Julia had said. He looked at Sophia with his eyes wide and his face startled – like a deer in the headlights. Sophia couldn’t help but almost double over in laughter. “Oh, my god. Oh ... my ... god. She did it, didn’t she? She said she was going to melt your brain and she did. God ... the look on her face when she came out ... and the way she was wiggling her hips as she walked! And now the look on your face. God, I wish I had a camera so...
“Who are we?” Lance Corporal Brody screamed as Leo finished his snatch and jerk. “Reapers!” Leo shouted back with a growl before easing the bar back down to the ground. The bar had two hundred fifty kilograms of weight on it and he had just finished the eleventh rep of his twentieth set. They’d been weight lifting all morning, pushing Leo’s newly enhanced musculature to its limit. “What do we do?!?” Brody screamed as Leo finished his final snatch and jerk. “Kill the bugs!” Leo screamed...
Lance Corporal Mark Brody had been in the Confederate Marines for three years. Three long, hard years of meeting the Sa’arm – the Dickheads – on planets whose names he couldn’t remember if he had known them at all. He’d been in the sandbox for eight years before that. He’d believed he’d seen every manner of way a person could get killed and just about every way a person could get hurt. What he saw on the screen before him was something else entirely. It was made all the worse because it had...
Octavia was waiting for Calix when he came out of the med-tube for the second time that day. “What the hell were you doing, fighting with Gunter?” “Uh, getting my ass kicked,” Calix said primly. He waggled his jaw, feeling for any latent pain. “Smart girl like yourself, I figured you’d have figured that out by now.” Octavia’s eyes narrowed. “Something you should know about women by now – we don’t like having our words thrown back at us.” Calix laughed. “I did what you asked. I called you...
No one waited for Leo as he crawled his way back to consciousness. He came to in the med-tube, the technician offering a hand to help him up. He batted it away. He was a Reaper, goddammit, he didn’t need any help. He snarled as he remembered the fight. He’d got him good – but he’d still ended up on the losing end. He had made the mistake of thinking the asshole was down and out. He hadn’t expected him to get up. He hadn’t expected him to be so strong, either. He’d thought his love tap to the...
He needed to be careful now. He knew they were on to him. The base had been flooded with too much information from too many directions in the past day or so. They thought they were being clever – but machines could never be clever enough to overcome human beings. He hadn’t gone dark. He’d kept in contact with Lance as usual but it was all innocuous now. The last encoded message had given a simple warning: ‘Being watched’. Lance would understand. He did his job, as normal. He was in charge...
“This is nice,” Heather moaned. She was lying on a lounge chair with the back slightly elevated. “Yeah,” Tamara smiled in return. She was lying on a small blanket on the left side of the older woman, her body low enough on the blanket so the bottom of her legs and her feet were just over the edge. She was having a good time leisurely moving her feet through the white sand. “Whoever thought of this should get a raise. Or a promotion. Or something.” “Are you sure we won’t burn, Artemis?”...
Calix opened his eyes, the soft hum of the sleep-trainer fading. He twisted up to a sitting position slightly annoyed. He’d been excited when he’d seen the ‘Faster Than Light’ topic but it wasn’t what he’d hoped. There were interesting parts, but it didn’t touch on the FTL theory or any details on how the Confederacy vessels effected FTL. The training had given hints and snippets but no hard data. He felt like he had been promised a steak dinner and someone had ground it into hamburger. It...
“Papi!” Sophia called, running to the door as Calix entered. She leapt into his arms, her own arms circling his neck as she buried her face into his shoulder. Most of his women had decided to wear one of the thin, see-through shifts the Confederacy recommended. Sophia and Tamara, however, had decided to remain naked. So there was nothing between Calix and Sophia except for his own clothing. Calix’s hand naturally slipped down to cup Sophia’s ass. He didn’t actually intend to molest her, but...
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