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Truth or Dare 2.0	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 25985 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Once the group quieted down, Tru announced, "Round 2 is complete. Round 3 now begins with a new, randomly selected player: Buford."
"Yeah!" Buford exclaimed.
Baljeet started to sweat. Buford had picked Adyson on his last turn, which meant he could pick Baljeet again on this turn. And Baljeet had chosen truth twice in a row, which meant he would be forced to pick dare this time.
Thus, Baljeet was both surprised and incredibly relieved when Buford said, "Ginger."
"Truth," Ginger answered.
"What's the biggest thing you ever had in your mouth?"
There was general giggling and snickering.
Ginger thought about it for a few seconds, then said, "The six-inch meatball sub at Johnson's Sandwich Shop. I once ate two inches in one bite."
"Man, I am not good at this game," Buford sighed.
Adyson's turn was next.
"Hmm...Gretchen," said Adyson.
"Truth," the girl replied.
"When you get your boobs, how big do you want them to be?"
"Eww," said Gretchen. "I don't want any. Boobs are gross." The tower buzzed.
"Um, maybe a small B-cup." Buzz.
"Okay, you know that girl who always wears black and hangs around Ferb sometimes? MUCH bigger than hers."
Ferb's eyebrows rose.
***
At DEI, Agent P had given up on fighting his way out of Dr. Doofenshmirtz's washing-machine trap and was now listening patiently to Doof's latest scheme.
"You see, Perry the Platypus, everyone in the Tri-State Area spends every day and night surrounded by intelligent machines--washing machines, dryers, microwave ovens..."
"Not to mention me," added Norm.
"I intentionally left you out," grumbled Doofenshmirtz. "My point is, there is a veritable army of intelligent machines out there just waiting to be exploited. So...Behold! The Ambulation-Inator!" Doof pointed to a large ray-gun-like device on casters.
"Any computerized machine that the Ambulation-Inator targets will instantly become able to move on its own and will come to me in search of input. Then, I will program each of them to become part of my unstoppable army of appliances, with which I will take over"--he took a breath, raised his arms, and lifted his gaze to the sky--"the TRI! STATE! AREAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Doof turned back to Perry. "I practiced that in drama class. What do you think?"
Perry rolled his eyes.
***
Baljeet's turn was next. He had a strange look in his eye and a slightly wicked smile on his face.
"Adyson," he said.
"Dare," the girl replied.
"I dare you," the boy said impishly, "to flash us your bare bottom."
"Oh, wow," said Phineas. Ferb reached over and high-fived Baljeet for his audacity.
Adyson looked scandalized. "I'm not doing that!"
"Generating disinhibition field," Tru said with pleasant neutrality.
"Um, generating what now?" said Phineas.
Suddenly, everyone in the room felt every hair on their body stand up slightly.
Buford glanced around, mouth open. "Does the air in here taste a little...electric-y?"
"What I meant to say was," said Adyson, suddenly looking quite a bit less distressed, "I'm not doing that if anybody is going to take pictures."
"To ensure compliance with the rules, all recording devices in the room were disabled at the beginning of the game," Tru stated helpfully.
With a naughty smile, Adyson said, "Well in that case..." and turned around, simultaneously yanking her skirt up and her white undies down to flash everyone in the room. The boys hooted with excitement and the girls grinned at Adyson's daring as she shook her cute booty at the group for several seconds before putting her moon away.
Ginger found herself upset. She couldn't believe Baljeet would be that crude. But she quickly realized that this wasn’t the problem; what really bugged her was that Baljeet wanted to see Adyson's butt instead of hers.
***
Upstairs, Candace, Stacy, and Jenny were watching videos on Candace's laptop when they heard the racket emanating from the first floor.
"Hold on a minute," Candace said, standing up. "I think something bustable is happening downstairs."
Stacy and Jenny sighed as Candace left her bedroom and marched down the stairs.
"What exactly is going on down here?" she demanded as she hit the first floor. Then she noticed the eight-foot computer tower behind her brother. "And what is that?"
"It's a supercomputer that's running the game."
"What game?"
"Truth or Dare, like you told us about."
Candace smacked herself in the forehead. What had she been thinking, telling the boys about Truth or Dare? It was a foregone conclusion that they'd go ahead and create some high-tech, giant-sized version of the game.
This created an ethical dilemma. Can I, she thought, bust my brothers for something that I sort of made them do?
Oh, what am I thinking? Of course I can!
But there was another problem. She was in charge, however conditionally, and while busting them for building a supercomputer would have no backlash for her, busting them for playing Truth or Dare--on her watch--would mean just as much trouble for her as it would for them. Maybe more.
The solution was simple, however. She would bust them ONLY for the supercomputer. She wouldn't have to tell Mom what they were doing with it.
"You guys are so busted! I'm calling Mom!"
She marched back upstairs.
***
Now it was Ginger's turn. Having decided to ignore Baljeet for a while, she chose Buford, relishing a chance to pick on the bully.
"Truth," Buford said.
"What," Ginger said, eyes flashing, "did you think about the last time you jerked off?"
"Jeez," said Django.
"Oh, my," said Isabella.
Buford was clearly rattled. "What makes you think I jerk off?" he demanded. The tower buzzed.
"That wasn't even an answer!" Buford protested. Then, resigned to having to admit the truth, he said. "Candace. And a jar of Nutella."
There was general howling. Phineas just cried "Aw, dude!" and covered his ears. Ferb seemed to be trying to think of a way to un-hear Buford's answer. At least he had the distraction of it being his turn next.
Ferb pointed to Isabella.
"Truth," she said.
With rare verbosity, Ferb asked, "What was the wildest thing that happened the last time you played Truth or Dare?"
The other boys nodded. They never would have thought of it, but it was a good question.
"How do you know I've played before?" Isabella asked. Ferb responded with a diagonal gesture over his torso, indicating the sash of a Fireside Girl.
"Okay, yes, we've played it on campouts," Isabella said. Then, in a slightly hushed tone, she said, "Katie and Milly made out. Like, seriously made out. Katie even put her hand up Milly's skirt."
"Whoa," said Phineas, wide-eyed.
"My goodness," murmured Baljeet.
Gretchen's turn was next. She asked Phineas, who chose truth, to describe his sexiest dream. Somewhat red-faced, he described a recurring dream about being a centaur chasing a raven-haired woodland nymph through a forest, intending to mate with her, but his huge, erect horse-cock was always getting in the way, and he would always wake up before he could even see the nymph's face.
Phineas, whose turn was up, chose Holly, whom no one had picked in a while. She chose truth.
"Are you still, um, intact?"
"Well," said Holly. "I’ve never put anything up there, but I did earn my Gymnastics, Equestrianism, Mountain Biking, and Yoga patches, so…maybe, maybe not."
Isabella was up. "Baljeet," she said.
Baljeet was relieved. Being compelled by the rules to pick dare was much less frightening with Isabella doing the daring; he was certain she wouldn't make him do anything too embarrassing.
"Dare," the boy said. Then he saw a glint in Isabella's eye that unnerved him.
"Well, then," Isabella said with a smile, "since you've been such a bad boy, I dare you to let Ginger spank you ten times. Bare-bottom, of course."
Baljeet's jaw dropped. He turned to Ginger, hoping that perhaps she would refuse to participate. Instead, she just smiled at him wickedly.
"Come on," she said, patting her thighs. "Over my lap you go. After you unsnap those overalls, that is."
Baljeet sucked it up and undid his overalls, pulling them down behind him so that just his butt was exposed, then lay across Ginger's lap.
"Hey, his butt IS nice," Isabella commented.
"Ready?" Ginger said, more to the onlookers than to Baljeet.
She smacked Baljeet on the bottom and shouted "One!" The others counted along with her "Two! Three! Four! Five! Six!"
"Excuse me!" Baljeet shouted over the crowd, causing Ginger to stop for a moment.
"Could you," Baljeet asked, "perhaps spank me harder please?"
"If that's what you're into!" Ginger said gleefully. "Seven!" she shouted, leaving a red handprint on Baljeet's dusky skin. "Eight! Nine! Ten!"
There was laughter and applause from everyone--except Baljeet, who looked puzzled as he re-fastened his overalls.
"That was very peculiar," he said.
"Boy, I'll say!" said Phineas.
"No, I mean, that did not hurt at all. It should have been at least somewhat painful."
"Hey, those were quality spanks!" Ginger protested.
Tru interrupted. "The snacks and beverages you consumed earlier contained a potent analgesic. This will enhance your enjoyment of the later stages of the game."
"Um," said Baljeet, "I do not think we should continue to play this game if the computer is going to give us drugs without our knowledge or a doctor's prescrip-"
"Intensifying disinhibition field," Tru said neutrally.
"On second thought," Baljeet said, relaxing on the floor as everyone's hair stood up a tad straighter, "it is all cool. I shall chillax now."
***
In the upstairs hallway, Candace dialed her mom's cell phone.
"Mom!" she shouted as soon as her mother picked up. "The boys have built a supercomputer!"
"I'm fairly sure you've used this one already," her mother replied.
"No, that other supercomputer was in the back yard and looked like a smiley face. This one is in the living room and looks like the illegitimate child of Ferb's laptop and the 'fridge."
"Sweetheart, the movie's starting; I have to turn my phone off now."
"Mom!"
***
Downstairs, the atmosphere was definitely thickening. Phineas kept shifting around like he couldn't find a way to sit comfortably, Holly and Gretchen were squirming, Isabella was blushing nonstop, Adyson kept fanning herself, Ferb and Baljeet were leaning forward as if to hide something in their laps, Django kept breaking a sweat for no reason, and Buford was continually readjusting his Turkish bathrobe.
Now it was Django's turn. The boy looked at the ceiling for a few moments, then said, "Gretchen--truth or dare?"
"Dare," the small girl replied boldly.
Django smiled and wiped his brow. "I dare you to let Ferb feel under your shirt for one minute."
"Whoa," said Phineas. This was definitely pushing the game a notch higher.
Gretchen's eyes went wide under her glasses. "O-okay," she stammered as she stood up.
Ferb, his oddly sized eyes perhaps slightly bigger than usual, got up and faced Gretchen. Gulping, the girl untucked her t-shirt from the waistband of her skirt.
A countdown timer, set for one minute, appeared on Tru's LED screen. Ferb gently placed his fingertips at the base of Gretchen's flat stomach, and the timer began counting down.
The others watched in suspenseful silence as Ferb's hands disappeared under Gretchen's shirt. His thumbs grazed the girl's navel as his fingers crossed the border of her sternum and traveled upward, slowly tracing the minute peaks and troughs of her rib cage. Her pounding heart was easily palpable in her small chest as Ferb's fingertips traveled over it, touching her as lightly as if a butterfly had brushed past her bare skin.
Then, millimeters from her nipples, his hands changed course, moving sideways along the undersides of her pectoral muscles to where they faded into her sides. Then his fingers traced down along her waist.
The onlookers gaped breathlessly. Was he shy, afraid to touch her in such a forbidden place? Or was he teasing her?
Whatever the boy's reasons, Ferb's touch was making Gretchen hyperventilate. Now, with thirty seconds left on the clock, his hands had circled back to the girl's stomach and were rising again.
Ever so slowly, he moved up her ribcage once more, the contact a little firmer this time. Gretchen bit her lip as his fingertips entered the territory of her chest, creeping ever upward...
...and then alighted on her small, stiff nipples. The girl stifled a sound somewhere between a moan and a yelp as Ferb's fingers gently circled her painfully sensitive pink buds, touching, tickling, teasing, creating sensations that shot like lightning down into her groin. Then, very gently, he pinched her nipples and rolled them between his fingertips, intensifying the already powerful sensations.
Just when Gretchen thought she was going to cry or scream or faint or explode, a bell sounded.
"Time is up," said Tru.
Ferb withdrew his hands from Gretchen's shirt and sat down, looking a little faint. Gretchen, red-faced and breathing like she had just run the quarter mile, lowered herself to the floor next to him.
Then she looked at him and said, “More.”
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