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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 3 (of 3)

An hour or so later, Jeremy awoke, and Suzy was right there to explain that he'd fallen back asleep after breakfast. (“You musta been real tired, big brother.”) She also told him that Candace had called back to say that something had come up and that she wouldn't be able to come over. She knew Jeremy would buy that, given how flighty and unpredictable the redhead was. This lie would also help set the stage for Candace to break up with him the next day.

Suzy spent the rest of the day in a state of elation. She had won a decisive victory over Candace Flynn—as expected, of course, but it was deeply gratifying nonetheless. Candace's formal surrender, operationalized as her complete withdrawal from Jeremy's life, was now inevitable, a mere formality.

Suzy's mind had already moved on to the next phase of her scheme. But she knew that her plans would need to be flexible, because the best course of action would depend in part on how Jeremy reacted to the breakup.

In a perfect world, Jeremy would realize immediately that he was much better off without Candace. But the world wasn't perfect, and neither was Jeremy—not in every way, at least. He was a sensitive boy and would probably take it hard.

Of course, if he did, he would need comforting. And who better to do that than his devoted little sister? Suzy imagined finding her brother sitting glumly in his room, maybe on his bed. Suzy would climb onto his lap, saying, “Don't be sad, big brother. I love you.”

And Jeremy would put his arms around her, and she would kiss him sweetly on the cheek—once, then again, then again, planting each kiss a little closer to his mouth than the last. Then she would kiss him lightly on the lips, then a little harder, and a little harder, slowly and sinuously squirming in his lap as she did so. And when she felt his cock stiffen beneath her, she would put her hands on his body and ease her tongue into his mouth, coaxing forth the beast that lived inside every male.

God, she needed to see that side of him. Her brother was so mild-mannered, so controlled, that his animal side must be ravening to get out, to ravage, to seize a female body and just fuck.

How would he take her the first time? In the scenario playing in her head, he would force his tongue into her mouth as they kissed, compelled by his male need to penetrate. Then he would throw her down on her back on his bed, rip the clothes from her body, and mount her. She would suppress a shriek of pain and joy as he forced his cock into her virgin pussy and fucked her as hard and as long as a boy should, until his ears rang from her orgasmic screams.

But she had to consider the possibility that mere seduction, however skillful, would not be sufficient. Jeremy would probably need to be gradually warmed up to the idea of being with his little sister in that way. Perhaps she could use a portion of the vast quantity of incest-related pornography that existed on the Web to plant the necessary seeds in his mind. She could probably change a few lines of code in his web browser so that it would “accidentally” pull up one or two of her favorite sites regardless of what he was actually searching for. The visual material would have to be cartoons, of course, because actual pictures of big brothers and baby sisters fucking might be too much for him at first. But that was okay; Suzy often felt that her own life was a bit like a cartoon, anyway. And she could supplement the images with stories, in case Jeremy found the written word less threatening…or more appealing.

And then, if Jeremy’s usage data showed that he was looking at this material for any length of time, she could begin a campaign of subtle flirtation: add a little sexiness to her smile, compliment him on his hair or his eyes or his nicely toned body, maybe even casually expose her ass—her best feature, she thought—to him as she walked past him in the hallway after a bath, or as she changed into her nightgown just as Jeremy passed by her open bedroom door.

And, if even these measures failed, she could always resort to coercion. It wouldn't be hard to fill her brother’s computer with gigabytes of hardcore child pornography and password-protect the files against deletion. Then, once Jeremy discovered them, she would explain to him that if he failed to satisfy her every single day, some of those files might just email themselves to their parents, or even the Danville field office of the FBI. (Of course, the latter threat would be an empty one; no good could come of Jeremy spending a year in juvie, or worse, being tried as an adult and sent to prison.) She could even compel him to look at the porn itself for a few minutes a day, forcibly desensitizing him, undoing years of societal brainwashing by making him acknowledge that the sight of a young girl's body—especially one in congress with the body of an older boy—could arouse him.

She didn't like the idea of having to resort to such crude methods of ensuring Jeremy's cooperation. But it was for his own good, and eventually, he would realize that. And in the meantime, there were so many things she could make him do: eat her pussy every night after bedtime, lick and tongue-fuck her asshole, and, of course, fuck her in every position imaginable. She thrilled to think of the filthy things she would whisper to him while her brother dutifully drove his cock into her again and again.

“Fuck your baby sister, Jeremy. Shove that long, thick teenage cock right up my little bald pussy. Don't you like how tight I am? I'll bet I'm really your favorite girl now. I sure hope so, because we're going to do this every day for years and years until I'm old enough for you to get me pregnant. I want you to fertilize my first egg, Jeremy. I want you to fill me so full of cum that you can't possibly fail to knock me up at the very first opportunity. They say that getting pregnant early stunts your growth, but I don't care; I want to be your 'little sister' forever and ever.”

Needless to say, Suzy spent much of that afternoon masturbating.

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The next morning, about fifteen minutes before Candace was to arrive for her formal surrender, Suzy grabbed her father's laptop, called Bella to her side, and went to the shed. After setting up the computer and ordering the poodle to guard it, she went to the back fence and called Buster over. Although Suzy expected nothing less than total capitulation from Candace, she couldn't discount the possibility that the teenager, in a fit of hysteria, might attack Suzy physically. And while doing so would gain Candace nothing, there was no point in Suzy risking getting hurt.

She was all set up by the time the shed door opened—slowly, almost painfully slowly, like a bandage being pulled off by a child too afraid to do it quickly.

Candace entered the dimly lit shed, shoulders slumped and head hanging.

“Okay, Suzy,” she said, her voice as heavy as tombstone granite. “You win. I'll...I'll break up with Jeremy. Just please don't send out that video.”

Suzy filled with pride at the complete success of her plan. And she couldn't resist the urge to taunt Candace just a little more.

“Oh,” she piped in her little-girl voice, “you mean this video?”

She tapped a key on the laptop and turned it around so Candace could see the screen. The lighting in the video wasn't ideal, but it was still very clearly Candace who was being brutally raped by the huge and hugely endowed St. Bernard. And her every scream, moan, and whimper had been recorded with perfect fidelity. Suzy let the recording play for a few delicious seconds, then paused it.

“Yes,” Candace nearly sobbed.

“Excellent,” Suzy said, rubbing her palms together. “Now then, you just walk right up to the back door, let yourself in, go up to Jeremy’s room, and tell him it’s all over between you.”

“I- I can’t face him,” Candace said, eyes downcast. “Can I just…call him?”

Suzy smirked. “Exactly the amount of class I expected from you, Candace. Sure, call him up. That way I can listen.”

Mournfully, Candace took out her phone and flipped it open. Then she looked back up at Suzy and the dogs.

“I can’t believe you’ve got these dogs doing your dirty work for you,” she said, a touch of anger mixing with the anguish. “I wish they knew what you were really like.”

“Oh, Candace, they’re just stupid animals. It doesn’t take more than a biscuit and a pat on the head to gain their slavish, slobbering loyalty. I can teach them to do whatever I want…and to hate whoever I want them to hate. Besides, if they didn’t have me to give them direction, they’d just be sitting in a corner licking their own genitals all day. They’re about the only creatures on Earth that are even dumber and more pathetic than you.”

Just as Suzy finished speaking, Candace's phone produced an odd sound—almost like the barking of a dog. When it ended, Candace looked at the pair of canines that flanked Suzy like praetorian guards.

“You guys get all that?”

Buster made a sort of low “Woof,” and the phone, in a growly sort of male human voice, said, “Yeah.”

Bella's head jerked up, then whipped back and forth between Candace and Suzy like she was watching a tense game of ping-pong.

“Wait!” she barked. “So YOU'RE the good one and SHE'S the bad one?”

“Yup,” Candace said gravely.

“But- But I thought- She always- I mean, she made me think- Oh, I am SO sorry!”

Bella ran over to Candace, and the teen nearly panicked. But instead of attacking her, the poodle sat down and looked up at her, its black eyes wide with penitence.

Buster lumbered up to Candace and lowered his head in shame.

“Sorry,” he rumbled mournfully.

Tentatively, Candace put a hand on each dog's head.

“It's okay, guys,” she said slowly.

Then she looked up at Suzy, and her formerly downcast eyes now burned so brightly with anger that Suzy involuntarily took a step back.

“Suzy has a lot of people fooled. Even her own brother,” Candace said harshly. Then her brow furrowed. “Although not Buford, for some reason.”

Suzy's head spun. “What's happening?” she demanded. Then she pointed angrily at the dogs. “How are you making them talk?”

“Oh,” said Candace, “maybe you didn't hear about the animal translator my brothers built a few weeks ago. Phineas thought it would be interesting to make a phone app version.”

Anger overcoming her initial shock, Suzy took a threatening step forward. The two dogs flanked Candace protectively and growled at Suzy.

Thinking fast, Suzy backed away until she was standing by the laptop.

“Turning them against me won't help you,” she spat. “I can still send that video out with one keystroke!”

“Hmm,” Candace said with mock naïveté, “what video do you mean?”

“THIS video, you stupid cow!” she hollered, pointing at the screen.

Then she noticed that the image had changed. The current frame of the paused video was still there, but little cartoon sharks were swimming around the screen, devouring the image in chunks and leaving only blackness behind.

“What- What IS that?” Suzy cried.

“Just a little computer virus Ferb cooked up,” Candace replied. “He made it so it could jump to your computer the moment my phone detected the Bluetooth connection.”

Suzy sneered. Candace's plan had been clever, but she had slipped up.

“Do you really think I wouldn't back up the video to a secret cloud account? Wiping this computer won't change a thing!”

“Oh no! I didn't think of that!” Candace cried, putting her hands to her face.

Suzy's sneering smile broadened. Then Candace dropped her hands, revealing a wicked smile of her own.

“But Ferb did. The virus is transmitting itself to every storage account you've accessed in the past twenty-four hours. Oh, and Ferb had no trouble guessing your password, 'SuzyRules728.'“

“How- How could he possibly-”

“I told him how big your ego is, and about your sick obsession with Jeremy. And Ferb already knew Jeremy's birthday.”

“No,” Suzy gasped, purely out of denial. “You were defeated! You were broken! You can't be that good an actress! You can't!”

“Perhaps,” Candace said haughtily, “you aren't aware of my starring role in the major motion picture, The Princess Monster. Or my voiceover work in the animated feature, Team Improbable.”

Suzy's mind scrabbled for reasons why this couldn't really be happening, why this was simply a vivid nightmare from which she would awaken any moment now. It found only one.

“You don't have any control over your brothers at all!” Suzy cried. “How could you possibly get them to do all this for you?”

“I did something you'd never think of,” Candace replied, grimly triumphant. “I asked nicely.”

Suzy bolted, trying to run around Candace on Bella's side. With a snap of its jaws, the poodle caught her ankle, and Suzy landed hard on the dirt floor. She looked up and found herself face to face with Buster, whose teeth were bared.

“I still stole your virginity!” Suzy screamed, desperate to deny Candace her victory. “You'll never be able to give it to Jeremy! And he'll never give you his!”

“Virginity?” Candace snorted. “Jeremy and I haven't been virgins for like, two weeks now.” Then, with a mocking smile, she added, “I guess that's not something a teenage boy tells his little sister.”

Suzy's jaw dropped.

In her short life, Suzy had experienced fear, and she had most certainly experienced disgust, but this was the first time she had ever felt true horror. She recognized that Jeremy was a boy, and therefore inclined to fuck anything that moved, but...the very idea that he would actually...with her...

Then Suzy thought back to the night when she had sucked her sleeping brother off. It had been less than two weeks ago when she took his cock all the way down her throat, practically into her stomach, never imagining that it had been inside...oh God...

She found herself fighting the urge to throw up. She sat up, trying to ease her nausea, and Buster and Bella growled at her menacingly.

“Don't worry about this one,” Buster barked to Candace. “We'll keep an eye on her.”

“All the time,” Bella added, glaring viciously at Suzy. “She won't mess with you anymore.”

“Thanks, guys,” Candace said. Then, giving Suzy a hard look, she said, “Later, Suzy,” and turned toward the shed door.

Fear overwhelmed Suzy. She had no idea what the dogs would do to her if Candace left her alone with them.

“Wait!” she cried. “You- You win! Jeremy is yours! Just...Just don't leave me here.”

Opening her blue eyes as wide as she could, she looked plaintively up at Candace with the most pitiable, heart-melting expression she was capable of, and added, “Pwease?”

At the very least, she expected Candace to call off the dogs. And she wouldn't have been shocked if the teenager had burst into tears of pity for Suzy and of remorse for treating her—a small child who surely didn't know any better—like some sort of criminal. No one could resist Suzy's best baby-face.

Instead, Candace looked down at the dogs where they had crouched, watching Suzy like hawks.

“What do you guys think?” she asked neutrally.

“I feel used,” Bella growled.

“Uh-huh,” Buster rumbled.

Bella turned to Buster. “How about making her feel used?”

Dogs couldn't smile, but somehow, Suzy could hear a smile in the St. Bernard's voice as he growled, “Yeah...very used.”

“Hey!” Suzy shouted as Buster picked her up by her collar and dropped her on her back on the potting table.

“Well,” Candace said as she reached back for the door handle, “it looks like you three have a lot to work through. I'll give you some privacy.”

Candace opened the shed door and stepped outside.

“Don't leave me!” Suzy screamed as Candace turned to shut the door. “Don't you leave me you fucking BITCH!”

“If you don’t know which of us is the fucking bitch by now,” Candace said, speaking over the dogs' snarling as they began to rip the clothes from the little girl's body, “you’re going to find out very, very soon.” Then, as she closed the door, she added, “Be seeing you, Suzy. But you might want to make sure I don’t see you much.”

“NOOOOOOOOOO!” Suzy shrieked as the door closed tightly, leaving her in near-darkness.

It was the first of many, many screams.

END

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