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Danville, We Have a Problem	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 17199 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I received no payment for writing this story. Also, I do not own Phineas and Ferb or its characters. Perhaps that's best, for the kids' sake.

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Chapter 2: Liftoff
The next morning, the five couples gathered in the Flynn-Fletchers' back yard. Phineas and Ferb handed out zippered maroon-and-black jumpsuits to everyone as Phineas explained the plan for the day.
"Ferb and I were trying to think of something romantic that we all hadn't done yet, and we realized that we've never gone anywhere with a really romantic view. So today, we're taking you all to see the most romantic view we could think of. Ferb, would you do the honors?"
Ferb pulled a remote control out of his pocket and pushed its single red button. A very large, square hole opened up in the ground, and up from it rose a tall, silver-metallic rocket.
"Throw on your jumpsuits and climb aboard, everyone!" Phineas shouted.
Having seen one another naked on multiple occasions, the kids changed into their jumpsuits right there in the back yard. Then, one by one, they climbed a ladder up to a hatch on the side of the rocket and went inside to strap themselves into their seats.
Phineas and Ferb were doing their final pre-flight check when they saw Irving arrive in the back yard with a folding table under one arm and his makeshift Earth-to-space radio under the other. Spotting them through the cockpit window, Irving gave them a thumbs-up and ducked behind the garage.
Phineas turned to his brother. “Did we plan to have a mission controller for this flight?”
Ferb just shrugged.
“You’re right,” Phineas said. “It can’t hurt. Now, ready for liftoff?”
***
Candace opened her eyes, yawned, and stretched. She looked at the clock and was shocked to see that it was already 9:30. She'd been up way too late watching Tiny Cowboy videos online and looking at various shirtless pictures of Jeremy that she’d taken—some with his knowledge, others not so much—and grinding herself against her pillow, fantasizing about the day when she’d get up the nerve to grind herself against Jeremy. Imagining a look of sexual pleasure on his face had made her come the moment the thought came into her head.
Suddenly, she heard the tell-tale sound of a metallic hatch closing in the back yard. The boys were up to something. She leaped out of bed and ran to the window to see the tall, slender rocket, the tip of its nose cone higher than Candace's bedroom window.
She threw open the sash and shouted, "Phineas and Ferb, you guys are so bu-!"
The rest of Candace's sentence was drowned out as the rocket blasted off, hurling itself into the sky like a silvery javelin as fire and smoke obscured everything below it. Soon, the rocket became a tiny silver glint in the sky, then winked out of sight.
The smoke cleared, and the big square hole in the ground closed. The house and back yard were pristine, but somehow, Candace's face was blackened, and her red hair was straight back on her head.
"Fine," she growled. "They've gotta come back to Earth sometime, and when they do, they're going down! I mean, metaphorically, not just literally."
***
After several minutes of being squashed into their seats by the G-forces of takeoff, the ten kids aboard the rocket felt the engines cut off. Suddenly, they all went from weighty to weightless.
"Okay, gang," said Phineas, "we've reached our orbit."
"What's so great about dis?" Buford demanded. "We're packed in here like canned anchovies, and there's no windows to see out of!" He pointed at the blank metal panels that tightly enclosed the passenger area. “Between that and the engine noise, I might as well have stayed in the closet this morning and kept screamin’.” He gave Adyson a look. “Gotta keep my voice sexy for my girl.” Adyson responded with a grin that was somewhere between appreciative and predatory.
"Ferb, if you don't mind..." said Phineas.
Ferb, sitting in the pilot's seat, pulled back on the control stick, causing the rocket to rotate around until its nose faced the Earth. Then he pulled a big lever on his console.
Suddenly, the metallic paneled walls began to unfold and expand outward, exposing more panels, including some that were made of clear thermoplastic. Five arms extended outward from the ship's nose and another five from its tail section, opening like the stretchers of an umbrella as the panels unfolded into bulkheads.
In less than a minute, the rocket had expanded into a cylindrical space station, thirty feet high and more than a hundred feet in diameter, with the actual rocket portion forming a thick central column. The entire nose-facing wall of the station was one giant window that afforded a magnificent view of the variously blue, green, tan, and white surface of the Earth, slowly rotating below them.
"Wow," said Ginger, wide-eyed.
"Holy cow," breathed Django.
"Welcome," said Phineas, "to the LoveSat 4000, a romantic getaway in low Earth orbit."
"Oh, Phineas," Isabella cooed as the eastern coast of Africa passed beneath them, giving way to the vast blue expanse of the Atlantic. "It's beautiful."
"I figured," Phineas said as he unbuckled his four-point safety harness, "that even though some of us have spent time in outer space, we've never really stopped to enjoy the view."
Isabella unbuckled herself and took Phineas' hand. The other couples, too, were holding hands or putting arms around each other, floating together in the microgravity as they gazed at the glorious planet beneath them.
Phineas opened a panel on the central column, revealing several small Mylar packets with straws attached.
"Sparkling cider, anyone?"
Everyone took a packet. Then Phineas raised his in a toast.
"To summer, outer space, romance, and especially, good friends."
Ferb, floating next to Phineas, tilted his head slightly and blinked.
Gretchen, gazing at Ferb’s face, seemed to melt just a bit. “Like comets, they may be nearer or farther away at times, but they never truly leave us,” she translated with a soft sigh.
Holly looked at Gretchen. “How the heck do you DO that?”
Everyone stuck their straws into their bags of cider and sipped. The various pairs of lovers smiled at each other, although Buford and Adyson's smiles were a bit more like vulgar leers.
Ferb opened a locker and took out five thick, elastic belts, which he passed around to the couples.
“What are these?” asked Ginger.
“Well,” Phineas said, “when you decide to get intimate, this will keep the two of you from flying apart every time you come together.”
“How clever!” said Baljeet. “This way, we will not need to resort to artificial gravity in order to, um…”
“Yeah,” said Ginger, squeezing Baljeet’s hand.
Django brushed his floating brown hair out of his eyes and smiled at Holly. The pigtailed black girl returned his smile with her own slightly gap-toothed one, and the two began kissing, taking it slow. They were no longer possessed by the unbridled, unstoppable lust that had driven their initial coupling on the night of the Truth or Dare game; their passion was subtle now, flowing beneath the surface as they kissed, awaiting its opportunity to erupt.
Ferb and Gretchen came together and began making out in their usual wordless way. Soon, Gretchen's jumpsuit was unzipped to the waist, and Ferb was indulging her in one of her favorite forms of pleasure—kissing and fingering her small, sensitive nipples. Gretchen, head back and eyes closed, made little "oh" and "ah" sounds as Ferb expertly stimulated her pale-pink buds, holding her torso against his face to keep her from floating away.
Baljeet and Ginger were kissing as they always did: slowly, firmly, and silently, hands moving deliberately over each other's bodies, eyes tightly closed as if they were each concentrating intensely, fully experiencing every sensation. Without even opening their eyes, they undressed each other, fluidly slipped their elastic belt around their entwined bodies, and made slow, deep, utterly focused love, heedless of their own casual movement through the air of the station and of everything happening around them.
Buford and Adyson, in contrast, were hooting and whooping as they alternately made out like hormone-crazed teenagers and yanked more of each other's jumpsuits off their bodies. Soon, they were buck naked and clumsily wrestling their elastic sex belt around themselves, Adyson's back to Buford's front, preparing for their usual doggystyle shenanigans.
"When you fuck me," Adyson growled, "call me 'Laika.'"
"Oooh, then I'll be Ham the Space Chimp!" Buford replied enthusiastically.
Adyson, suddenly breathing harder, said, "Oh, yeah! Double bestiality!" Then she bent over and shouted, "Now shove it in, you fucking space-ape!"
"You got it, bitch!" Buford replied, and they began to go at it. Their grunts, snarls, and howls echoed off the metal bulkheads.
Likewise, Django and Holly made out passionately, then hurriedly unzipped their jumpsuits and put the belt around themselves.
"Is this missionary or cowgirl?" Holly asked breathily. "In zero gravity, there's no way to know who's on top."
"I think this is a new category,” Django said as he put himself inside her.
Phineas and Isabella had come together, kissing slowly and romantically, then unzipping their jumpsuits for a long, naked embrace as they looked up—or down—at the beautiful surface of the planet below them. Then Phineas put the belt around both of their bodies as Isabella turned her back to him.
“Let’s do it like this,” she said, pushing her bottom into Phineas’ crotch, “so we can both look at the Earth.”
“Good idea,” Phineas said, and entered her from behind.
Moving slowly inside Isabella, Phineas looked around at his copulating friends. There was something amazing about how different the couples were: Django and Holly's passion, Buford and Adyson's animalistic fervor, Ginger and Baljeet's fluid compatibility, and the way Ferb and Gretchen seemed to make love as much with their eyes as with their bodies.
"Hey," Isabella whispered, "what are you looking at?"
Phineas saw that she had turned her head toward him.
"Everybody," Phineas answered. "There's something kind of beautiful about it."
"I'm not beautiful enough for you? You have to look at other girls even while we're...doing this?"
"No, it's not like that, I'm just-"
"Why can't you focus on us? On ME?"
"Isabella, I-"
"You know what? I think we're done for right now." Isabella unwrapped her legs from Phineas' waist and slid off the elastic belt that held them together.
"But...neither one of us finished," Phineas protested as Isabella reached for her jumpsuit.
"Oh my gosh! Are you seriously saying that to me?" Isabella shouted. "Can you BE that stupid?!"
Phineas looked at her like she had just stabbed him in the leg.
"N-no one's ever called me that before."
Isabella paled and put her hands to her face. "Oh, Phineas, I didn't mean-"
Suddenly, there was a sound that was like a cross between hailstones pounding a truck and a severely malfunctioning paper shredder. The station shook as red lights flashed from the central control console.
"Warning," said the console's computer. "Hull integrity compromised."
Everyone gasped and looked in the direction from which the terrible sound had come. The hull and windows in that area were filled with tiny, pinprick-sized holes. There was a loud hissing sound as air rushed out through them.
"Uh-oh," Phineas said unnecessarily.
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