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Little Blonde Monster	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 32495 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas and Ferb or its characters. I made no money by writing this story. I am not wearing pants as I write this disclaimer. (Oooh, sorry, TMI.)

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Chapter 2 (of 3)

It was a Thursday morning, just over a week after Suzy resolved to find a permanent solution to the Candace problem, and the Johnson family was just finishing up breakfast.

"Jeremy," their mother said, "you remember that you're watching Suzy this morning while I'm at my Friends of Wildlife meeting, right?"

"Of course, Mom," Jeremy said. He turned to Suzy. "What does my favorite girl want to do this morning?"

Suzy smiled—partly because she loved it when Jeremy called her his favorite girl (If only he knew, she thought, that I get a little wet every time he says it), but also because he had just created the opportunity she needed to carry out her plan.

She looked up at her brother and did her best to smile sweetly instead of fiendishly as she said, "Can we have Candace come over? I like Candace."

Jeremy's face lit up; he was clearly both surprised and delighted that Suzy finally seemed to be warming up to Candace. This, of course, was just the reaction Suzy had hoped for.

"Sure we can, kiddo, if she's free. I'll call her right after breakfast."

Oh, she'll be free, Suzy thought. It was too early in the day for Candace to have become fully engaged in the Sisyphean task of busting her brothers, and apart from that, there was nothing that could make her say no to some time with Jeremy. The fact that Jeremy hadn't used the girl's slavish devotion to him to make her do every last thing that any boy would want—fucking bareback, daily blowjobs, anal—was proof enough to Suzy of his underlying lack of interest in Candace.

Suzy almost felt sorry for her. How sad that the two things she desired most—to bust her brothers and to be with Jeremy—were the two things she would most assuredly never, ever have. And Suzy knew that Jeremy, being a sensitive boy, must feel sorry for her, too, because that was the only explanation for the amount of time he spent with her.

But today she would put an end to all that nonsense. Today she would drive Candace out of Jeremy's life for good. Then she could focus on breaking down the cruel, stupid barriers that society had erected in her beautiful brother's mind, freeing him to acknowledge and embrace his true, underlying feelings for his sister and destined lover: devotion, need, and savage, bestial, glorious lust.

"Suzy, are you okay?" her brother asked, snapping her out of her reverie. "Your eyes are kinda glazed over. Do you need to go back to bed for a little bit?"

At least he'd only noticed the glazed look and did not share Suzy's sudden realization that she had been subconsciously fingering her small nipples through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

"Nuh-uh!" Suzy exclaimed in her cheeriest voice. "I was just thinkin' about you, big brother."

As adorably as possible, she climbed into his lap and gave him her biggest smile. Then, when he looked away for a moment to say something to their mother, she deftly pulled a snack-sized zipper bag out from under her nightgown and quickly emptied its powdery white contents into his orange juice. The acidic beverage would easily mask the taste of the animal tranquilizer she had stolen from her mother's poorly hidden (and legally iffy) supply of veterinary pharmaceuticals. If she had calculated the dosage correctly, Jeremy would start to feel sleepy in about fifteen minutes—sufficient time in which to finish breakfast and call Candace—and he would be dead asleep in twenty. Perfect.

As her mind leaped like a joyful killer whale in a sea of tasty harp seals, she couldn't help but maneuver her back right up against Jeremy's front so that her little ass was squarely on top of his crotch. His cock was soft at the moment, but she could still feel the heat of his genitals radiating against her hairless pussy. She found herself imagining him shoving his long member into her right there and fucking her on his lap as their parents watched, frozen with shock.

Then she hopped back down to the floor. She wasn't wearing undies, and it wouldn't do to leave a wet spot on Jeremy's crotch.

***

Suzy had everything ready when the doorbell rang. Her parents were gone for the morning, and Jeremy was unconscious in his room, slumped awkwardly on his bed where he had collapsed when the tranquilizer felled him like a hunter's bullet bringing down a stag.

Suzy opened the door, revealing her quarry: five feet, eight inches of red top, white skirt, skinny limbs, and more neck than any three people should have, all topped by a weirdly pointy head of red hair.

"Oh, hello, Candace," Suzy said neutrally. She didn't bother with her cutesy act, knowing it wouldn't fool her, but Suzy still had to avoid making the skinny teen too suspicious.

"Suzy," Candace acknowledged, eyes narrowing with hostility.

"Jeremy's in the back yard," Suzy said. "But you'd be smart to turn around and go home while you still have your dignity."

"Forget it, you little psycho," Candace said. She pushed past Suzy, then walked straight through the living room and out the back door.

Suzy followed her, smiling evilly. She had known that it would only take a little reverse psychology to get Candace right where Suzy wanted her.

"Jeremeeeey," Candace called in that lovey-dovey voice that invariably made Suzy want to vomit until she turned inside out. "Where aaaare you?"

Suzy moved up to the doorway behind Candace and snapped her fingers. Her poodle, Bella (named for the poisonous herb belladonna, not for a simpering vampire-lover like everyone assumed), hustled out from under the sofa and ran into the doorway, standing between Candace and Suzy. The dog crouched and growled.

"Oh, no," Candace gasped. "Suzy, you get that little monster away from me!"

Suzy's only response was to smile sadistically and whistle one loud note. Bella leaped at Candace, and the teen turned and ran toward the back fence.

The dog pursued but stayed behind Candace and to her right. When Candace neared the fence and was forced to change direction, she glanced behind her and, seeing Bella's position, turned left, speeding toward a potting shed in the back corner of the yard.

Suzy rubbed her hands together. Everything was going to plan. At a leisurely pace, she began strolling toward the shed.

By the time she got there, Candace had already run inside and slammed the door behind her to keep the snarling Bella at bay. Suzy gave Bella a pat on the head and waited. It wouldn't be more than a few seconds.

Suddenly, a high-pitched scream came from inside the shed, and the door flew open. There stood a terrified Candace, her already big eyes huge. And directly behind her was the source of her terror—an enormous St. Bernard.

"That's Buster," Suzy said as she and Bella advanced, forcing Candace back into the shed. "He lives next door, but the neighbors let me play with him."

Suzy shut the door behind her, then pulled the sliding bolt closed. Unexpected interruptions were unlikely, but there was no reason to take chances.

Seeing the shaking Candace neatly trapped between Bella and Buster, Suzy said, "Table!"

In the middle of the shed was something like a low picnic table, meant as a work surface for potting plants. At Suzy's command, the two dogs moved side by side and forced Candace backward until the edge of the table caught the backs of her legs and she fell onto it.

"Stop!" Candace cried, instinctively raising her hands to protect her face as the dogs looked down at her, growling and drooling. "What are you doing!?"

"Candace," Suzy said in a conversational tone, "your little flirtation with Jeremy has gone on long enough. It's time you butted out."

"You're crazy!" Candace yelled, not taking her eyes off the menacing dogs.

"You're a distraction, Candace," Suzy said. "Jeremy keeps you around because he feels sorry for you, but all you're doing is delaying the day when he realizes that I'm the one he wants."

The fear on Candace's face gave way to shock as the teen turned her head to look at Suzy.

"You're completely insane," Candace gasped. "You're Jeremy's little sister! He would never even think of-"

"SHUT UP!" Suzy yelled, far more loudly than she meant to. Then, her face hot with rage, she turned to the dogs and shouted, "Strip!"

The dogs tore at Candace's clothing, Bella shredding the girl's shirt ("Not my red top! I only have eight more of those!") as Buster ripped her white skirt from her thighs, then tore off her modest floral panties with his sharp teeth. As she’d been trained, Bella then roughly pulled off Candace’s shoes and socks—Suzy had wanted the girl completely naked to ensure her total humiliation. Suzy looked at Candace’s naked body, unsurprised at the girl’s physical inadequacy.

Skinny, pale, no boobs at all, the girl thought. She might be older than me, but she’s no more of a woman than I am. In fact, she’s less. And now I’ll prove it.

The teen tried to curl up into a ball to conceal her nakedness, but the huge Buster dropped right down on her, his front against hers, forcing her to lie flat on the table.

"What- What are you going to do!?" the redhead shrieked.

Suzy, reverting to her little-girl voice, said, "Buster is a boy dog. Boy dogs are extra fun!"

Buster pushed his big trunk up with his front paws. Candace looked down through the space between their bodies and saw the dog's red, bevel-pointed, inhumanly large cock. Not only was it at least ten inches long and as thick as Candace's upper arm, but there was a knot at its base nearly the size of a grapefruit.

"No," Candace said, fear constricting her voice to a whisper.

"Yes," Suzy said with a horrific grin. Then, rubbing her palms together gleefully, she shouted, "Buster! Rape!"

A few months earlier, Mitzi Pettigrew, Suzy's classmate and a great animal lover, had opened her lunch box to find the corpse of Hiram, the class hamster, lying on top of the girl’s peanut butter sandwich. (Mitzi really shouldn’t have hogged the good crayons during drawing time.) The scream Mitzi had loosed at the sight of the dead rodent was the most delightfully horrifying one Suzy had ever heard.

Until now.

Buster lunged forward and plunged his huge member into Candace's hairless, helpless pussy, and the girl's scream was absolutely bloodcurdling. Suzy doubted she could have elicited a louder, more hair-raising shriek from the girl with a barrel of razor blades and bathtub full of lemon juice.

The gigantic St. Bernard worked his hips, forcing inch after inch of his enormous red member into Candace’s body as she hollered and writhed and tried futilely to escape. But she was pinned, and her legs were open wide around the dog’s body. She could do nothing but be raped.

Buster wasted no time and spared no energy fucking Candace as hard as he could. Bella looked on, perhaps a bit jealously, as Buster forced his huge dog-cock into the defenseless, screaming teenager again and again. Candace’s face was red with pain, and her face became streaked with tears as her rape went on, minute after agonizing minute.

"This is really delicious, Candace," Suzy said not even caring whether the girl could hear her over her own screams. "Buster is a much more appropriate boyfriend for you than Jeremy. If you're nice to him, maybe he'll take you to Prom someday. And then you can settle down and have puppies."

Despite her agony, Candace managed a reply.

"This...won't...stop...me," she grunted as the dog's cock pounded her insides. "I...love...Jeremy...you...fucking...little...bitch..."

"Oooh, Candace, such language," Suzy mock-scolded. "And an ironic choice of words, too, since you're the bitch getting fucked.

"In any case, your childish infatuation with my brother is a wispy little cloud compared to the thunderstorm of what I feel for him. I think you'll see that soon enough."

"Fuck...you..." Candace gasped.

"You first," Suzy replied, her face a mask of horrific glee. "Buster! Knot!"

With a mighty shove, Buster drove the full length of his cock into Candace's raw, aching cunt, firmly planting his grapefruit-size knot in the entrance and then unleashing a torrent of cum inside her.

Candace could not have screamed louder if she had been thrown in boiling oil. Suzy mentally patted herself on the back for her clever idea to “decorate” the walls and ceiling of the shed with panels of corrugated cardboard (hastily festooned with age-appropriate crayon drawings), providing a considerable degree of soundproofing.

"Can you feel all that doggie cum filling you up, Candace?" Suzy asked tauntingly. "Or are you too distracted by what I'm sure is the agony of being knotted?"

Indeed, Candace could muster no response apart from gasps and moans of pain.

"Might as well get comfortable," Suzy added. Then she giggled. "I’m kidding; I know that’s impossible. Anyway, he'll be stuck inside you for a good five or ten minutes. You must be feeling very...stretched out."

Suzy walked over to Candace's side and grabbed the girl's face, forcibly turning her head to look Suzy in the eye. Candace's face was thoroughly stained with tears, and her eyes were shot through with red.

"Do you think," Suzy said, speaking slowly and clearly to ensure that Candace would hear every cruel word, "that Jeremy is still going to want you when your cunt is as loose as a fifty-year-old whore's? Do you think he'll want to put his cock where a filthy dog's has been? Do you think he would ever even look at you again if he saw you right now?"

Suzy walked over to a far corner of the shed. Her expression of sinister delight, which would have been disquieting in normal daylight, became freakish as her face was bathed the blue-white light of a computer screen. Looking down, Suzy saw that the laptop and attached high-res digital camera—both "borrowed" from her father—were recording Candace's torment with crystal clarity.

"Well, Jeremy WILL see it. And so will everyone else in the Tri-State Area."

"N-No..." Candace gasped.

"Y-Yes," mocked Suzy. "It’ll take a few hours, but there’s not a single email address in a ten-mile radius that this video won’t reach. And after that, imagine how you'll feel when you walk down the street—ANY street—and know that everyone you meet has seen you on your back, naked and screaming, taking that huge dog cock again and again and again.

"Some of them will feel sorry for you. Some will be disgusted by you. Some—especially teenage boys—will whisper cruel jokes about you, and when you pass a group of them, sometimes you'll wonder whether what they just said was 'doughnut' or 'dog slut,' or whether one of them was just coughing or making a barking noise to make fun of you."

She paused for a moment, letting all that sink in. The mix of emotions on Candace's face—agony, shame, and most importantly, total defeat—made for an image that surpassed even Suzy's most beautiful fantasies. She was so glad she was recording this moment, which she knew she would enjoy reliving for years to come.

Suzy brought her mind back to the present, because now came the important part.

"But you can stop all that from happening, Candace. No one ever has to know what happened to you today."

Now, in Candace's big, bloodshot eyes, Suzy saw a faint glint of hope—fragile, deliciously desperate hope.

"All you have to do," Suzy said in a reasonable tone, "is tell Jeremy that you can't see him anymore.”

Candace’s eyes widened with disbelief.

"B-Break up...with Jeremy?" the teen said, her voice quavering and broken.

“Mmhmm. In fact, you can't even talk to him anymore. You could say that you've just realized you're a lesbian—I'm sure he'd believe it—and that speaking to him reminds you too much of the years you spent hiding from your true self. Or maybe your new boyfriend, who you've been seeing behind Jeremy's back, is the jealous type and might beat Jeremy to a pulp if he saw you talking. I'm sure you'll think of something good."

Candace's eyes flooded with fresh tears. Suzy fought off a sudden, strange urge to masturbate at the sight.

"It's that, or wait 'til he sees the video and breaks up with you," Suzy said. "So it's up to you: Give up Jeremy now, or lose him later—along with what little reputation and dignity you have."

Candace did not reply. She simply sobbed quietly as she lay beneath the huge dog, his cock still planted firmly and deeply inside her. Her hairless cuntlips were stretched so tightly around Buster's knot that Suzy was a little surprised that they hadn't torn. Suzy imagined that in an hour or two, Candace's pussy would be so sore and swollen that she wouldn't be able to walk without great pain. Then Suzy grinned at the thought of Candace lying on her bed and whining with discomfort and humiliation as she gingerly pressed a bag of ice against her deep-red, bulging cunt.

"I know this is a lot to take in," said Suzy, giggling at her own double entendre. "So I'll give you a day to think it over. Of course, there's only one non-stupid option, so I imagine you'll settle on that one pretty quickly so you can spend the rest of that time deciding how you're going to break up with Jeremy."

Suzy closed the laptop and picked it up, along with the camera.

"Well, I've got things to do, and you have plenty to think about. You can let yourself out—after Buster lets himself out of you, that is."

Suzy walked out slowly. It was hard to pull herself away from the sound of Candace's weeping.

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