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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
Disclaimer: I do not own PHINEAS AND FERB or its characters, and I received no payment for writing this story.

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The players had all reached orgasm, but it was just enough to take the edge off. Now, still horny but not quite so desperate, they fell into one another’s arms, happy for the chance to truly enjoy each other. Tru produced all manner of shaped pillows and whatever else the players needed to take any position they liked.
Ginger lay on her stomach over a triangular pillow. Baljeet, having helped himself to a generous amount of lubricant, mounted her from behind, then lay down over her, front-to-back, as he gently inserted himself into her ass.
“Ohhhhh,” Ginger moaned, “this IS intimate.”
Adyson was back on her hands and knees, this time with a big pillow under her for comfort.
“Hey, you big stallion,” she said to Buford. “C’mere and give your breeding mare a nice, slow screw.”
“Man,” said Buford, “People say doggie style is great, but horsie style is awesome.”
Gretchen, perhaps to reward Ferb for all of his attentions to her nipples, was gently nursing on his cock as he lay back against a pillow, a huge smile on his normally inscrutable face.
Holly was now sitting in a sort of swing that Tru had made for her. Her legs were wrapped around Django, who was slowly pumping her.
“Wow,” sighed Django. “I never want to be anywhere but inside you.”
“That’ll look kind of funny when school starts,” Holly teased.
Phineas now lay on the floor, his head pillowed, toying with Isabella’s nipples as the girl moved up and down on him.
“This is amazing,” Isabella said. “I’ve been in love with you for so long, and now-” she smiled, slightly wickedly “-I’ve got you.”
“You sure do,” Phineas replied. “I think I know what I want to do every night.”
Suddenly, there was a sort of triple scream from the staircase, followed by the sound of footsteps running up them.
“What was that?” said Isabella calmly, only half-interested in anything that wasn’t Phineas.
“I didn’t see,” Phineas said. “You’re all I want to look at.”
***
The atmosphere in Candace’s room was one of shock, confusion, and something approaching horror.
“I- I don’t know what to…how do I...” Candace stammered. “My- my brothers were…”
Stacy, with a thousand-yard stare, said, “M-my little sister…naked…having a-a-anal s-s-s-“
“What- what do I tell-?” Candace said, edging toward panic. “No, I CAN’T tell- Oh, God, what do I do?”
“Guys, it’s going to be all right,” said Jenny, a little freaked out herself but trying to remain calm. She pulled a plastic bag out of her purse with a nondescript brown lump of chocolate candy inside it.
“I keep this with me for emergencies,” she said, opening the bag and breaking off chunks of what was inside it. “Here, take some.” She held two chunks out to Candace and Stacy.
“How will CANDY help?!” Candace demanded.
“It’s two parts chocolate, one part caramel, and eight parts organic, homemade hashish.”
“Are you kidding me?” Candace cried. “I can’t just take illegal dru- oh, give it here!” she shouted and began scarfing the THC-laden confection. Stacy quickly followed suit.
***
Downstairs, all of the kids were well on their way to their second orgasm of the night. Inspired by Django and Holly, Phineas and Isabella had asked Tru for a sex swing of their own. Now, Isabella’s long legs were wrapped around Phineas’ hips as he thrust slowly into her, looking into her big eyes.
“I always knew you were cute,” Phineas said as they made love, “but I never noticed that you’re beautiful. I mean, everywhere.”
“You mean, inside and out?” Isabella cooed.
“Actually, I was talking about your butt,” Phineas said with a grin.
“You realize I can squeeze you to death like an anaconda right now, don’t you?” Isabella said, smiling back.
“What a way to go.”
“Cute. Now quit making smart remarks and fuck your girlfriend.”
***
Perry the Platypus was still stuck in Doofenshmirtz’s washing-machine trap, but he hadn’t given up hope. Turning his head around as far as possible, he managed to spot a button on the machine’s console that read “Spin Cycle Only.” Pulling back his head as far as possible, he gave the button a good peck with his bill.
“Ha ha, Perry the Platypus!” said Doofenshmirtz. “I was ready for that little trick. All of the buttons on that washing machine are stuck; you won’t be spinning your way out.”
“Let me fix that for you,” said Norm cheerfully. He whacked the back of the machine with his huge hand, and every button on the control panel came unstuck. Perry hit the Spin Cycle button with his bill, and in a matter of moments, the drum of the machine was spinning at maximum speed. The centrifugal force pulled the laundry away from Perry’s body just enough for him to fight his way out. He landed on his feet on the floor, dizzy but free.
“Norm, you nincompoop!” shouted Doofenshmirtz. “But at least Perry the Platypus is too dizzy to- YOWCH!” he cried as the platypus punched him in the face.
Perry grinned. He’d trained for this at OWCA—when dizzy, always punch three feet to the left.
***
“Isabella,” said Phineas, pumping harder. “I think- I think it’s gonna be-“
“-real soon,” Isabella gasped, leaning back in the swing and rubbing her clit as Phineas fucked her. “Oh, Phineas, this is wonderful!”
Around them, the others were equally ecstatic. Holly and Django were still boning away on their own swing, moaning and grasping at each other.
Baljeet was pumping Ginger’s asshole hard while the girl rubbed herself and moaned, “Oh, God, don’t stop! I love you in my ass!”
Ferb and Gretchen were 69ing like mad. Gretchen’s thighs were clamped around Ferb’s head, trying to keep his tongue well within her little pussy, while Ferb tried to push more of his cock into Ginger’s eagerly sucking mouth.
Buford was fucking Adyson harder now. Their primal instincts had truly taken over; the two of them grunted and howled as they copulated like animals, driven by the instinct to rut, to mate, to breed, to fuck and fuck and fuck.
Phineas squeezed Isabella’s ass hard as he drove himself into her again and again, trying to get maximum penetration with every stroke. He needed to be deep inside her—this beautiful, sweet-smelling, tight, warm, loving girl whom he’d never seen for what she was until now. Looking at her, feeling her, he just needed more of her. More and more and more.
“Phineas,” she gasped, “this is- this is- OH GOD!” she screamed. Her pussy clamped around Phineas’ cock and she squeezed him hard with her thighs as she came again, making him drive deep into her and come hard, too.
It was like a chain reaction—the sound of Phineas and Isabella’s mutual orgasm set off Buford and Adyson, whose frenzied climax drove Holly and Django into their own, the sound of which launched Ginger and Baljeet over the edge, who in turn inspired Ferb and Gretchen to come hard in each other’s mouths.
When it was over, they all rested, breathless, holding each other, completely at peace.
Then, after everyone had a chance to catch their breath and get their fill of post-coital cuddling, Tru asked everyone to stand up. The mattresslike floor disappeared and was replaced by something like tile as Tru turned the entire living room into a shower. Warm water poured down from above, and robot arms snatched up the various pieces of clothing around the room for cleaning. The kids laughed and giggled as they soaped each other up, then let the water wash them clean. After a good blow-drying, the shower vanished, and the kids’ clothes—now clean and mended where necessary—were placed at their feet.
“Hey,” said Buford to Tru. “How come you could wash their clothes in two minutes, but I had to spend the last hour wearin’ a bathrobe?”
“I estimated that Adyson’s enjoyment would be increased by twenty-eight percent if your penis were more easily accessible.”
At this point, Adyson was incapable of embarrassment. She just laughed, along with everyone else.
***
Perry the Platypus dodged several punches from Doofenshmirtz, then leaped into the air and kicked him in the chest, knocking the evil scientist back into a shelf of Inator parts. It fell over and landed on the Ambulation-Inator, causing it to fire a single beam out the window just before a box of vacuum tubes fell off the shelf and landed on the self-destruct button. The device vanished in a flash of green light.
Perry ran to the balcony, kick-started his platycraft, and flew off at high speed.
“Curse you, Perry the Platypus!” shouted Dr. Doofenshmirtz.
“Thank you for stopping by,” said Norm with oblivious politeness.
“And you!” Doof said, pointing at Norm. “You’ve ruined everything! Go take a walk or something!”
“Why not? It’s a lovely evening,” Norm said, either unaware of or willfully ignoring the fact that he was being punished, and off he went.
***
"This concludes the game,” Tru said. “I hope you have enjoyed yourselves to the maximum extent possible. Thank you all for playing."
"Thank YOU, Tru," said Phineas.
"Thank you so much," Isabella said, putting an arm around Phineas.
A chorus of exhausted but genuine thank-yous issued from the other players as they began to dress.
Django turned to Holly. “Maybe I could…call you?”
“Not if I call you first,” the girl replied flirtatiously.
Adyson turned to Buford. “Maybe this is just the disinhibition field talking, but if you keep bathing regularly, I might invite you out to my aunt and uncle’s ranch to watch the horses.”
“Watch ‘em do what?” Buford replied.
“Make little horses. It’s VERY inspiring.”
“You are a sick, sick girl. Which is so awesome.”
Ginger looked at Baljeet. “Talk later?”
“Most definitely,” the boy replied.
Gretchen took Ferb’s hand. “You don’t need to talk if you don’t want to,” she said. “I understand you just fine.”
Ferb gave Gretchen’s hand a squeeze.
Just then, a beam of green light came in through the living room window and struck Tru’s tower. Rapidly, the white plastic morphed into a humanoid shape, still eight feet tall but now endowed with arms, legs, a head with LED eyes, and a womanly torso.
Without a word, Tru walked out the front door and into the darkness.
"Well," said Phineas, "I guess the lesson here is...is...I have no idea what the lesson here is."
“Whatever it is,” Isabella said, “we’d all better get dressed and get home.”
“Indeed,” Baljeet said, noticing the giant bruises forming over Django’s hipbones from his overenthusiastic fucking of Holly. “We are probably going to be experiencing some discomfort when the analgesic wears off.”
“Especially the girls,” said Holly, sporting a matching set of bruises on her thighs.
Ginger went upstairs and got her sister, whose walking skills seemed to have deteriorated significantly.
Phineas looked at everyone and said, “You all remember the rule, right? What happens in the Flynn-Fletcher living room-“
“STAYS in the Flynn-Fletcher living room,” they finished in unison.
“Even if we told anyone, who would believe it?” said Gretchen.
Stacy waved at the kids and shouted “Night night, li’l peoples!” as Ginger and Jenny hustled her out the door.
The other kids flooded out—all except Isabella, who lingered on the front step.
“You want me to walk you home?” said Phineas.
“Silly, my house is right across the street,” said Isabella. “I just wanted to do something.” She gave Phineas a big kiss.
“And you’ll notice,” she added, “that we’re NOT in the Flynn-Fletcher living room. See you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” Phineas said, with more of a dreamy sigh than he meant.
Phineas and Ferb’s parents arrived home just as Candace was descending the stairs.
“Hi, kids,” their Mom said. “Candace, I can’t help but notice that there’s no supercomputer in the living room.”
“Sooblecuter? Naaaaah,” said Candace with a goofy smile. “Goin’ bed now. See ya inna affernoon.”
“Don’t you mean ‘See you in the morning’?” her father asked.
“Prob’ly not,” Candace said amiably, and skipped clumsily up the stairs. Her mother looked at her askance but said nothing—with Candace, the line between normal and abnormal behavior was very blurry indeed.
“It’s your bedtime, too, boys,” their mom said. Phineas and Ferb went upstairs.
As they were about to start brushing their teeth, Phineas looked at Ferb. "Where do you think Tru went?"
“Wherever she is,” Ferb replied, “I hope she’s finding some enjoyment of her own.”
“Me too, bro. Me too.”
***
TruDEE was walking along the sidewalk, eyes on a strange purple office building in the distance, when a large, barrel-bodied robot came up the street from the opposite direction.
"Hi, I'm Norm!" the robot said pleasantly.
"I am TruDEE," she answered as the distance between them closed. "You have a very fine chassis."
"Why thank you. I repaint it every morning."
Tru put one white plastic hand on Norm's cylindrical torso and slid it upward, then dexterously flicked open his chest compartment, revealing the squirrel running on a wheel inside.
"Oooooh," Tru said. "An intriguing alternative power source. Would you like to interface with me? For some reason, I am craving input."
"Thank you for the offer, but my anti-virus software has not been updated recently, and I-"
"Generating disinhibition field," said Tru. Suddenly, every part of Norm that could light up shone a little brighter.
"I mean," said the big robot, "I would very much like to interface with you."
"Excellent," Tru responded. "I need some new data inside me...now."
They grabbed each other and fell into the bushes on the side of the street.
“Ohhhh…” said Tru. “Plug it in…right there…”
"Have I got a download for you," said Norm enthusiastically.
"Yes," cried Tru. "Yes! Give me every kilobyte!"
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