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Into the Third Dimension	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 13813 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas and Ferb or its characters. I made no money from writing this story.

Chapter List
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Chapter 6: The Tag Party
The next morning, Candace awoke with a smile on her face. Her head was full of happy memories of the photoshoot the day before; she’d had so much fun posing with Stacy as they showed off their bodies and their skills. Sucking Jeremy’s cock and then being fucked by him in front of a camera—not to mention in front of Stacy and Coltrane—had been a thrill, too. First-Dimension Candace (which was how she had begun to think of the person she used to be) would never have guessed how much she would enjoy watching and being watched like that.
The photoshoot had inspired Jeremy and Coltrane to send their girls lingerie shopping again today. Therefore, Candace went over to Coltrane’s house to meet up with Stacy so that the two of them could head to the mall from there.
When Candace arrived, Stacy was home alone. Candace had expected this, as Stacy told her over the phone that Coltrane was off at his counselor job at a week-long band camp, her sire was at work, and her nan was out grocery shopping. What Candace hadn’t expected was that Stacy would answer the door wearing a very short, fuzzy pink bathrobe.
“What’s up, Stace?” Candace asked as she entered the house. “I kind of thought you’d be ready to go when I got here.”
“I just wanted to show you something,” Stacy replied. She shut the door behind Candace. “Lookit what Coltrane got me.”
Stacy slipped off her pink robe. Underneath, she was wearing what was basically a set of interconnected brown-leather straps. Several of them crisscrossed her belly and chest, and a pair of straps encircled her slim upper thighs like garters. A single strap beneath Stacy’s small, otherwise bare breasts pushed them up and forward, presenting them to the viewer’s gaze. Stacy’s nipples had never looked more enticing; it was as if the garment were offering them to whoever was looking. Another single strap between Stacy’s legs just barely concealed her pussy, and there was a little silver snap on the front of the strap, showing that it could be undone with ease. Candace found herself licking her lips.
“It’s called a love harness,” Stacy said, shifting her body position to model the garment for Candace. “Isn’t it great?”
“It’s amazing!” Candace replied. “Your boobs look incredible, and…Gosh, I hope Jeremy gets something like this for me.”
Upon hearing these words from her own mouth, Candace realized just how much she had changed since she first arrived in this dimension. She hadn’t answered like that because it was what a Bunny was expected to do; her response had been entirely genuine. In fact, even as she gazed at her best friend in her new outfit, Candace found herself fantasizing about how it would feel to wear it. Would that single leather strap between her thighs rub her pussy as she walked? Would Jeremy’s eyes lock on Candace’s breasts as the harness offered them to him? Would he pull her close and touch her soft breasts, her sensitive little nipples? Would he rub them? Suck them? Would he become so aroused that he would push her down, spread her legs, undo that little silver snap, and fuck her, holding her breasts in his hands all the while? God, she was getting wet just thinking about it.
“Candace?” Stacy said. “Earth to Candace?”
“Sorry,” Candace said. “They, um, they don’t have this at the mall, do they?”
“No, Coltrane ordered it for me online.”
Candace let out a long breath. “Wow. You really look fantastic.”
“Oh yeah?” Stacy replied.
She sidled forward until her bare breasts were almost touching Candace’s clothed ones. Then, to Candace’s surprise, Stacy leaned forward and kissed Candace on the lips.
“Wha- What are you doing?” the surprised Candace asked.
“What do you mean?” Stacy asked. “We kiss all the time.”
“Yeah, but we do that for our men. When they’re watching us. Not, not when we’re alone.”
Stacy stepped closer, her bare breasts mere millimeters from Candace’s chest, and asked, “Don’t you like being alone with me?”
She kissed Candace again, and for a moment Candace couldn’t help but reciprocate. Then her mind flashed on what had happened at obedience school, when she had become attracted to Wendy and then was made to perform with her in front of everyone. And she remembered what Fiona had said to her afterward about the one and only reason why Bunnies were trained to have sex with other girls.
“Stacy,” Candace said, pulling away from her, “this, this is making me uncomfortable. We shouldn’t be doing it without our men watching.”
“Candace, is this some kind of role play? Like I’m the naughty Bunny seducing the good Bunny?” She again pressed her half-naked body against Candace’s as she added, “Because that sounds like fun.”
Stacy kissed Candace again. Candace felt warm all over, but not just in the good places; she felt it on the back of her neck, too, like she often did when she was scared.
“Stacy, we-”
“Shhh,” Stacy said, sliding her hands up under Candace’s red crop top and using her thumbs to tease Candace’s nipples to erectness. “We’re not doing anything wrong, Good Bunny. Just think of this as practice.”
Stacy kissed her again, then slid one hand down under the waistband of Candace’s white miniskirt as she put her lips to Candace’s ear.
“And right now,” she murmured seductively, “I really need to practice my pussy-eating. Won’t you help me?”
Her hand slid down farther and cupped Candace’s pussymound through her panties. Candace was startled and practically leaped backward, because holding her pussy that way was Jeremy’s prerogative. Allowing someone else to do it felt deeply wrong.
Stacy frowned. “What the hell did they do to you at that obedience school?”
Candace was so surprised she took a half step back. She had never heard Third-Dimension Stacy speak in anger before. In fact, Candace had rarely heard any girl in this dimension speak that way.
“You,” Stacy went on, “used to be the one who wasn’t afraid to break the rules, at least sometimes. You were the one who kissed me in the changing room at Togs for Hotties at the mall and said it would be our little secret. I still remember the way you said ‘our,’ so sexy and so meaningful, and how excited it made me.
“But ever since you got back from obedience school, you’ve been like a different person. Not completely different, but different in the ways that matter—to me, at least. It’s like you’ve become totally devoted to Jeremy, and you’ve forgotten about everything else!”
Utterly confused, Candace stammered, “What- What else is there?”
“Me!” Stacy shouted. “Us! We wanted to have something that was just ours, remember? Something that didn’t belong to any man, that was just for you and me.”
Suddenly, Stacy’s eyes widened, her face paled, and her hand went to her mouth as fear seemed to abruptly replace anger.
“Candace,” she said, “did they- did they lie about where they sent you? Did you actually go to a reconditioning center, and not obedience school?”
Candace’s mind raced. Was that what happened at reconditioning centers? Did they erase your memory? If they did, that would be the perfect lie to tell Stacy; that way, Candace would never have to bluff her way through another conversation with her.
But Candace couldn’t do that. She was willing to lie—because there was no way Stacy would ever believe the truth—but she wouldn’t lie at the expense of making Jeremy look like a liar. Nor did Candace want Stacy to believe that Jeremy would ever do something like that to Candace. So Candace chose a different, rather more lame lie.
“I don’t know why there are certain things I can’t remember,” Candace said. “But it’s not because there’s anything wrong with me, and it’s definitely not because of anything Jeremy did.”
From the look on Stacy’s face, it was clear that she wanted to believe Candace, but that she wasn’t sure she could. Candace supposed that made sense. Did girls who got their memories erased even know it had happened? Candace even briefly considered the possibility that it had happened to her, but she quickly rejected the notion. There was no reason she could think of why someone would implant her with false memories of growing up in another world—especially a world where girls had equal rights.
“I’m sorry,” Candace said. “I- I don’t want to make you unhappy. I just…I can’t help the way I feel.”
“I don’t want to make you unhappy, either,” Stacy replied coldly. “But I guess I do. Just go to the mall without me.”
“Stacy, I-”
“Coltrane will be home soon. You’d better go. And don’t text me, or Jeremy and Coltrane will know.”
Candace dropped her head. “Okay.”
She left and walked to the bus stop, where she sat alone on the wooden bench. It felt strange to be going to the mall by herself.
What had been going on between Candac3 and Stacy? Had they had some kind of secret lesbian relationship? Now that Candace thought about it, was that why she had never heard anyone in this dimension use the word “lesbian,” “gay,” or “bisexual”—because same-sex relationships were forbidden here? And what had Stacy meant when she said, “Don’t text me, or Jeremy and Coltrane will know”? That last question was the only one she could really think of an answer for.
OMG, she thought. My “girl’s phone” doesn’t just let Jeremy control who I can call or text; he can probably read my texts himself, and maybe even listen in on my calls.
In hindsight, it made sense. Girls in this world were property, so they didn’t have any right to privacy. Come to think of it, did girls have any rights here?
As Candace considered all of these issues, she realized that ever since she had arrived in this dimension, she’d had very little time alone with her thoughts. At obedience school, every hour of her day had been programmed to the max, and even since she’d come to Jeremy’s house, her days had been full of chores and shopping and sex and making herself perfect for her man.
So only now, during this unexpected time alone, was she really able to think about all the things from the First Dimension that she missed: her room, her Ducky Momo plushie, her Paisley Sideburn Brothers posters. She missed her painfully clueless but very loving mom and dad. She even missed her brothers, whose ability to get away with anything was utterly frustrating but who, now that she thought about it, had frequently been good to her. And right now, she especially missed First-Dimension Stacy, whose friendship was pure and uncomplicated by the circumstances of this world.
Do I…want to go home? Candace thought. I mean, First-Dimension home? If there’s even a way back?
There was no good answer to that question. Because while there were many things from the First Dimension that she missed, there were plenty of things in this world that she would miss, too.
***
A couple of hours later, Candace got home from the mall. She had only one shopping bag, which made it a light day by her standards. It wasn’t as fun to buy lingerie when she didn’t have Stacy there to share innuendo and squeals of naughty delight.
Candace went upstairs and stopped outside of Jeremy’s room because she heard him having a phone conversation with Coltrane on speaker.
“A tag party?” Jeremy was saying. “I don’t know.”
Candace wasn’t sure what Jeremy was talking about. Had he said “stag party”? No, that didn’t make sense; Jeremy was too young to have friends who were getting married, and from what Candace could tell, marriage wasn’t a thing in this dimension, anyway.
“I mean,” Jeremy continued, “swapping with you is one thing, but…”
“Yeah, but that’s the point,” Coltrane replied. “You get to try something new—you know, get out of your rut. And maybe the girl does something you like, and you teach your own girl to do it, too.”
“Huh,” Jeremy said. “I…guess that’s a good point. Okay, I’m in.”
“Cool. I’ll see you there tonight.”
She heard him get up. Pretending she had heard nothing, she came into the room, her little shopping bag in hand.
“Oh, Jeremy,” she said suggestively. “I just found the cutest little bra-and-panty set at the mall. Can I try it on for you?”
The pensiveness on Jeremy’s face gave way to a smile. “Sure you can.”
***
A few hours later, they walked to the party. The house was several blocks away, but as soon as they got close, Candace saw why Jeremy hadn’t wanted to drive: Both sides of the street were lined with parked cars. This was, apparently, a pretty big shindig.
But the much bigger surprise came when they turned stopped at what, in the First Dimension, had been Candace’s house. Memories flooded into Candace’s head: helping her mom plant flowers along the front walk, following her up the driveway as she tried to convince her to go to the backyard to see what the boys were doing, Jeremy picking her up at the front door for a dance.
They went inside, and Candace looked around, wide-eyed. There were many similarities between this house and its First-Dimension counterpart, but there were also some striking differences. For one thing, there was no litterbox or any other sign of her brothers’ pet platypus, Perry. Candace supposed that because the boys each owned a girl—one of whom was a Pet model—they didn’t have time for actual pets.
The decor was a little different, too. Some of the color choices were not ones Candace’s mom would have made. And the white curtains in the living room were edged with a red floral pattern that reminded Candace of a Mexican wedding dress she had seen in a shop window once.
There were quite a few people in attendance, as the Fletchers apparently had invited all of their neighbors, of every age. Candace spotted Buford and Baljeet, who had their girls with them. Candace was a bit surprised by the girls’ outfits: Ginger had on a version of her black maid’s dress that barely came down past her waist, thus exposing her ass, which was clad only in a black thong that left almost nothing to the imagination. Even the top, Candace noticed, was unusually immodest, being gauzy enough to be translucent and making Ginger’s nipples semi-visible. Milly, Baljeet’s Girl Friday, was topless and wore a burgundy micro-mini skirt that exposed the bottom half of her ass; her matching burgundy boyshorts were so tight as to give her a prominent cameltoe.
Wow, Candace thought. I guess this party is an Optional Nudity Zone.
Candace recognized many of the other guests and their girls, too, from one dimension or the other. But before she could get a good look around, Phineas and Ferb came downstairs with their girls in tow. Vanessa was wearing a black minidress that clung so tightly to her body that it was obvious that the girl had nothing on underneath. Tonight, her body looked much like First-Dimension Vanessa’s body save that her breasts were a bit larger and her hips a tad wider—a slight exaggeration of Vanessa’s natural hourglass figure.
Isabella, on the other hand, looked much as she had when Candace had watched her through the back fence the previous day. The raven-haired girl was completely naked save for her collar, a leash whose looped end was in Phineas’ hand, and an upthrust, fuzzy dog-tail that was attached to a butt plug buried in the girl’s asshole. As Isabella descended the carpeted stairs on all fours behind Phineas, the tail waggled in the air, calling attention to Isabella’s pert little ass. Candace saw several men and boys look lustily at the young girl’s backside as Isabella reached the bottom of the stairs and, still on her hands and knees, followed her red-haired master into the living room.
“I could use a soda,” Phineas said. “Isabella, fetch!”
“Right away, Master!” the girl replied brightly, then stood up and scampered away, her tail wiggling vigorously behind her.
When Isabella returned moments later with a cold can of soda, she handed it to Phineas, then dropped back down onto all fours and wiggled her ass at him, making her butt-plug tail wag. Phineas patted her on the head; then he cracked open the soda, took a swig, and walked over to his father.
This was the first time that Candace had laid eyes on her father’s Third-Dimensional counterpart. Physically, he looked pretty much the same as First-Dimension Lawrence Fletcher, but the suit he wore looked snazzier than pretty much anything Candace had ever seen her dad wear. Maybe Third-Dimension Lawrence was wealthier for some reason.
Then there was his girl: not Candace’s mom, but Vivian Garcia-Shapiro, although of course this version of her wouldn’t have a last name. Her face was the same, but her body definitely wasn’t, being slimmer at the waist and bigger in the chest. Her legs were much more toned and shapely, as revealed by her black dress—which was so short that the slightest bend forward revealed that she wore no panties—which had the signature lacy white apron of a Maid model. This, Candace thought, would explain why the house’s interior design was a bit different: It didn’t have her mom’s signature touches.
While Vivian stood behind him, Lawrence was speaking with a couple of men whom Candace didn’t recognize. Phineas and Ferb joined in the conversation.
“We know this has been a problem for ages,” one of the men was saying. “But that doesn’t mean that the ReGirl Corporation isn’t doing its damnedest to solve it.”
“That’s right,” the other man said. “Why should a man be limited to just one girl? Like we say in our ads, every man deserves a harem.”
“I completely agree!” Phineas replied. “Which is why yesterday, Ferb and I sent you a prototype of our latest invention. It’s-”
“Hey, now,” one of the men interrupted. “Let’s not talk about proprietary technology with all these people around. We can discuss it at my office tomorrow.” Ferb nodded in agreement.
“Well, then,” Phineas replied, “let’s get back to partying! Hey, Dad, how about we have Isabella and Vivian put on a little Pet-and-Maid show for our guests?”
“That’s a splendid idea!” Lawrence replied.
Phineas took out a remote control and pushed a button. The center of the living room floor opened up, the nearby easy chairs and coffee table moved back against the wall, and a circular bed rose up from below, rising slightly above floor level. Clearly, Candace thought, this bed was made for just the kind of sex show Phineas had suggested.
Isabella hopped up onto the bed and landed on all fours. Then she looked back over her shoulder and wiggled her bare ass at Vivian, her butt-plug tail waving merrily, while giving her a flirtatious look.
“Go on, Vivian,” Lawrence said jovially as he smacked Vivian’s broad ass and pushed her toward the bed. “Give that little Pet a good eating-out.”
Vivian got onto the bed behind Isabella and began eating her daughter’s pussy in the same theatrical manner that Candace had been taught in obedience school. Candace might have admired the woman’s skills in that regard if she weren’t so stunned.
Do Dad and Phineas know that Vivian and Isabella are mother and daughter? she thought. Or are they doing this because they know? Even if they don’t use the words “mother” and “daughter”?
Candace had been aware that incest was considered acceptable in this world, at least as far as sex between a girl and her sire was concerned. But she’d never realized that incest was so mainstream that people would want to watch it as party entertainment.
The older woman ate her daughter’s pussy with great energy and seeming enthusiasm, pressing her face between Isabella’s buns such that Candace thought the woman would have shoved her nose up the little girl’s ass if that butt-plug tail hadn’t been in the way.
“Oh yes!” Isabella moaned in that high-pitched voice of hers. “Yes, eat my pussy!”
Vivian started tongue-fucking Isabella’s little cunthole, and the preteen Pet stopped speaking and started moaning and whimpering continuously.
“Wow, Dad,” Phineas said. “Your girl sure can eat pussy. Maybe even better than she sucks cock. Although she sucks cock pretty darned well.” Ferb gave a thumbs-up in agreement.
This was another revelation for Candace. It hadn’t occurred to her that males in the same household would share their girls with one another. Especially a father and his sons.
Unable to merely watch anymore, Lawrence got up, went over to the bed, and turned Vivian over onto all fours. Then he got on the bed himself, dropped his trousers, and mounted Vivian from behind, his fingers squeezing her plush ass as he pushed his cock into her wet, dark-haired pussy.
“Now there’s an idea,” Phineas said.
He got up on the bed behind Isabella and slowly pulled the butt-plug tail out of her ass, making the girl moan. Phineas unzipped his shorts, took out his cock, and pushed it into Isabella’s already lubricated asshole; then he started to fuck her, right next to his father and Vivian. Isabella moaned louder.
Candace wasn’t sure what she wanted at this moment, but it definitely wasn’t to watch her father and brother (even in this world, she couldn’t think of them as anything else) have sex in front of their party guests. So she turned to the girl next to her, whom she didn’t know and whose tag bore a symbol she didn’t recognize: a mouse whose body and tail were curled up into a ball.
“So, um,” Candace began, “some party, huh?”
“Hey, Cunt!” a boy shouted, storming up to stand between Candace and the girl she’d just spoken to. He was half a head taller than Candace, burly, and maybe a year older than Jeremy. His hair was black with hints of red, and anger seemed to burn in his brown eyes. Candace thought she recognized him, maybe from the First Dimension, but she couldn’t come up with anything more specific.
“What the fuck are you doing talking to my Mouse?” the boy demanded.
Candace looked at him wide-eyed, having no idea how to reply.
“Sorry,” Jeremy said, pulling Candace out from in front of the boy. “Candace hasn’t met a lot of Mice. She doesn’t know the rules.”
The boy leaned sideways to look at Candace past Jeremy’s shoulder. “The rule is, Cunt, you never talk to a Mouse unless her owner says otherwise. Think you can remember that?”
“Yes, she can,” Jeremy replied.
Right about that time, Coltrane and Stacy appeared.
“Hey, Lyle,” Coltrane said to the boy with seeming casualness. “What’s going on here?”
“This cunt,” Lyle replied, pointing at Candace, “was talking to my Mouse.”
“It was just a little misunderstanding,” Jeremy replied.
Lyle smiled thinly as he turned to Jeremy and Coltrane. “You know,” he said, “I’d feel a lot better about this ‘misunderstanding’ if your girls showed me their tits.”
Coltrane shrugged, which seemed to be adequate permission for Stacy. She grasped the hem of her crop top, then glanced at Candace, apparently wanting them both to do it at the same time. Candace was glad to know that Stacy’s default was still to stick with Candace, even if their relationship wasn’t in the best place right now.
“C’mon now,” Lyle said to Candace and Stacy. “Tops up, bras down.”
Candace looked to Jeremy, who gave her a little nod. So she pulled her top up—as usual, she wasn’t wearing a bra—and so did Stacy, who pulled her bra down with her other hand. Lyle looked a bit hungrily at the two girls’ exposed breasts.
“Hey, your girl’s got cute little tits,” Lyle said to Jeremy. “You ever think about making ‘em bigger? I know a guy who can make ‘em ten times that size if you want.”
Candace’s eyes flicked to the Mouse, whose leather corset showed that she was very busty indeed. Candace tried to imagine how it would feel to suddenly have much larger breasts, and she wasn’t at all sure that she liked the idea.
“I like her the way she is,” Jeremy replied. “At least for now.”
Changing the subject, Lyle said, “Hey, did you know they rented a free-use girl for this party? They’ve got her out back. You should go take a turn—you know, just for something a little different.”
“Eh, that’s not really my thing,” Jeremy said.
Candace found herself nervously curious about what was going on in the back yard. And since Jeremy and Lyle were still conversing and Stacy and Coltrane had moved on, Candace decided to meander over to the glass back door of the living room.
But she took only a few strides before she almost literally ran into someone she knew: Cindy, Candace’s brown-haired, fair-skinned fellow trainee from the Obedience Academy. Cindy had been a quiet sort during general training, but Bunny training had helped her come out of her shell. She was talking animatedly with a group of girls—whose owners were having a conversation of their own nearby—when Candace approached.
“Hey, Candace!” Cindy said. “Great to see you! I hope you’ve been loving the Bunny-life as much as I have.”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s been great,” Candace replied. “Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?”
“No prob,” Cindy replied. Then she said to the others, “Be right back, girls.”
They moved into a corner of the room. Then, in a low voice, Candace said, “Cindy, can I ask you something?”
“Um, okay,” the girl replied.
“Back in obedience school, how come they did the green-light thing with you during our first deepthroat lesson? Why were you so nervous?”
The girl took a breath, then said, “When I was little, my siresson put his cock in my mouth and tried to make me swallow it. But I didn’t know how, and I choked on it. I guess that made me scared of deepthroating.”
“Wait—your siresson tried to make you swallow his cock before you even got your leather collar? I thought that wasn’t allowed.”
“It’s not,” Cindy replied. “Not technically. But my sire blew it off as his son being curious, and it wasn’t like there was anyone else I could tell. But my sire must have talked to his son about it, because he never tried to do it again until I came back from obedience school.” She looked down at the carpet as she added, “Now he does it all the time.”
“Wait a sec,” Candace said, her red eyebrows rising. “Your siresson is your owner?”
“Yeah,” Cindy replied. “After I got trained, my sire said his son could keep me for a while.”
“But he’s your bro- He’s related to you.”
Cindy’s brow furrowed. “I’m not sure how you don’t know this, but girls aren’t related to anyone. It doesn’t matter if the same sperm made you and your siresson, and it definitely doesn’t matter whose womb you came out of.” Then she glanced across the room at one of the boys she’d been standing near, who was giving her an odd look, and said, “I need to get back to my man. See you around.”
Candace now finished the walk to the living room’s glass doors and went outside. There in the back yard was something like a pair of sawhorses. A naked girl was bent over the first sawhorse and was cuffed by her wrists to the second one. Candace saw that the tag on the girl’s collar bore no name, only a capital letter I: the mark of an Intractable.
More salient than any of that was what was happening to the girl. A teenage boy was behind her, his pants around his knees and fucking the girl hard. But it wasn’t fucking in the way that Candace thought of fucking. For one thing, the boy didn’t look like he was enjoying himself. The look on his face more closely resembled anger than lust—like he wanted to hurt the girl rather than simply use her. If he did, then he was succeeding, because the girl gave a whimper of pain with each of the boy’s brutal thrusts.
Even worse was the fact that five more boys were lined up behind the one who was fucking the girl. Were they all going to fuck her in this painful, punishing way? The hard looks in their eyes suggested that they were.
Candace felt a crazy mix of emotions. The idea of being used over and over by several guys was intriguing, and maybe even a little bit exciting. But the way they were fucking her seemed awful. No, “fucking” was the wrong word for this. This was what people in Candace’s old dimension called…What was it?…Rape.
Candace had no idea what to think. A girl’s body belonged to her owner, and he had every right to use her however he wanted—including letting a bunch of teenage boys fuck her, if he chose. And the girl was an Intractable, so even if this was a punishment, she surely deserved it. Wasn’t that how the world worked?
But at the same time, Candace felt bad for the girl. Did any girl deserve this, this twisted version of sex? How would an Intractable girl ever learn to obey her owner if she didn’t think of sex as the great reward and privilege that it was?
One of the boys waiting his turn looked in Candace’s direction and said to the boy behind him, “Hey, whose girl is that?”
“I don’t know,” the other boy replied. Then, eying Candace, he added, “I wouldn’t mind putting her on the rack.”
“Candace.”
Candace nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of her name. She turned around to find Jeremy standing there.
“Why did you wander off like that?”
“I- I’m sorry, I-”
“You shouldn’t be watching this,” Jeremy interrupted. “Let’s go back inside.”
“Okay,” Candace replied meekly.
She let Jeremy lead her inside. But even though she was glad he was taking her away from that terrible sight, she couldn’t stop looking at the girl on the rack. Which was why Candace only momentarily glimpsed something else in the back yard: a masked face, peering over the back fence. But by the time Candace looked again, the face was gone.
***
A few minutes later, Jeremy and Candace were talking with some of the other teenage guests and their girls when the front door opened, and a man came in whom Candace immediately recognized as Mayor Roger Doofenshmirtz. But the girl who came in after him was even more familiar.
Mom?
She certainly had Linda Flynn-Fletcher’s face, and her broad hips, too, which were accentuated by the tight skirt of her blue dress. But one thing about her was very different: the size of her breasts. Each one was bigger than a basketball, and together, they seem to strain against the lacing of the corseted top of Linda’s dress, which gave her a depth of cleavage unlike anything Candace had ever seen in either dimension. Perhaps this was why the red-haired woman’s collar tag bore the picture of a wooden yoke with a milk pail hanging off each end. Candace had learned that this was the tag for a Milkmaid, which was an advanced model, but she’d never gotten a good look at a Milkmaid in person until now.
Candace looked to Jeremy and pointed subtly at Linda as she asked, “Can I go talk to her?”
Jeremy frowned slightly, but he nonetheless said, “For a few minutes.”
Candace headed toward Linda. She didn’t want to risk making a scene and embarrassing Jeremy, so she reminded herself not to call the woman “Mom,” which wasn’t even a word here.
“Um, hi…Linda,” Candace ventured.
The woman looked at her with surprise, on top of what looked like a mix of other emotions.
“Candace,” Linda replied. “It’s…been a long time.”
Linda’s eyes slid sideways, seemingly noticing that Roger was watching. The woman’s expression abruptly became seductive, and she moved close enough that her huge breasts were almost touching Candace’s.
“I don’t think you’ve seen me since I got my new tits,” Linda said sultrily, running a hand over one of her huge breasts like it was a favorite pet. “Do you like them?”
“Um, yeah, they’re, they’re great,” Candace managed. She could have handled almost any girl flirting with her like this, but not her own mother.
Linda moved even closer, her big tits now pressing against Candace’s.
“You can touch them if you want to,” Linda purred. “I love having them touched.”
“I- I-” Candace stammered. “I, um…”
Candace noticed Roger looking between her and Linda, and Candace could almost see the wheels turning in the man’s mind as she saw the resemblance between them. The man frowned.
“Linda,” he said, “come along. There are some friends of mine here I want to show you off to.”
He walked away, and Linda followed. For just a moment, Linda looked back at Candace, and Candace could see sadness on her face before Linda turned away and left the room with her owner.
How long ago did I—I mean, Candac3—get taken away from her? Candace wondered.
Candace was about to return to Jeremy’s side when Stacy, sans Coltrane, buttonholed her and took her into the very same corner where Candace had spoken with Cindy.
“Candace, I’m sorry about this morning,” Stacy said. “I shouldn’t have gotten so mad. You’re obviously going through something right now, even though I’m not sure what it is.”
“I’m not sure, either,” Candace said. “Everything is just so…different, now.” Candace wasn’t even certain in what way she meant that, but it was how she felt.
“It’s just…” Stacy began, “I don’t know how much more time you and I have. We only get to hang out because our owners are friends. Sooner or later, Coltrane will sell me to someone else, or Jeremy will sell you, and after that, we might never see each other again.”
Candace wasn’t sure she’d heard right. “Jeremy will…sell me?”
“Well, yeah. No guy keeps the same girl forever. Sooner or later, he’ll want something different. That’s just how guys are.”
Candace wanted to deny it, to say that Jeremy would never do that, but she realized she wasn’t sure of that at all. Maybe First-Dimension Jeremy would want to be with Candace for life, but would Third-Dimension Jeremy? She was his property, not his girlfriend, and marriage wasn’t a thing here. And while he’d told her how much he loved her body, he’d never said that he loved her.
Before Candace could consider that any further, or reply to Stacy, Lawrence Fletcher came to the center of the room and called for everyone’s attention.
“All right, my friends,” Lawrence announced. “It’s time for the drawing. Ferb will come around with a box. You’ll put your girl’s tag in it, and once Ferb has all the tags, you’ll each get a chance to draw one.”
Ferb picked up an ornate wooden box with a brass-hinged lid, which he opened. Then he went around to each male in the room, who removed his girl’s tag and dropped it in the box.
Only when Jeremy came over to Candace and removed her tag did Candace realize how much that tag had come to mean to her. That tag was what told the world, indisputably, that she was a Bunny and, much more importantly, that she belonged to Jeremy. Candace had grown comfortable being naked in front of people, but not having her tag on felt like a different, much less fun kind of nakedness.
Candace watched as Ferb collected the tags from the rest of the girls in the room, including Linda’s and Vivian’s. Then Ferb closed the box and shook it, making loud jingling sounds as the tags were mixed around inside the box.
“All right, gentlemen,” Lawrence called. “Time for you all to take a tag, and we’ll see who gets what!”
Ferb now turned to Roger Doofenshmirtz, who was standing nearby with Linda at his side, and opened the lid just far enough for Roger to reach inside the box. The man pulled out a tag and looked at it; then he smiled as he reached over and patted Isabella on the head.
“Phineas’ Isabella!” Roger called. “Looks like I’ll have a cute little Pet to play with tonight.” Isabella gave him that adorable smile of hers.
Oh. My. God, Candace thought. That’s why it’s called a ‘tag party’: Every guy draws a tag and takes a random girl home for the night!
Candace’s anxiety rose ever higher as she looked around the room at all the men and boys waiting to draw a tag. Each time one of them chose a tag, he would hold it up and call out the girl’s name on it, along with her owner’s name. Eleven-year-old Django Brown, who had been so interested in Balthazar’s mature girl on that day at the beach, seemed especially excited as he held his drawn tag aloft and shouted “Lawrence’s Vivian!” before going over to her, reattaching the tag to her collar, and accepting her control fob from Lawrence.
Any one of these guys might get my tag, Candace thought as Ferb held out the box to another boy. Oh, God, what if it’s Phineas, or Ferb? What if it’s my dad? Would they actually have sex with me?
But Candace knew they would. Her talk with Cindy had made it seem almost certain that her brothers didn’t think of her as their sister—a word that didn’t even exist here—and that Lawrence Fletcher, the man who had presumably sold Candace to Jeremy’s father, didn’t think of her as his daughter. Which meant that in all likelihood, none of them would have any qualms about using Candace in all sorts of ways, all night long.
But as it turned out, Candace had been worrying about the wrong thing. Because the guy who pulled her Bunny tag out of the box and then looked at her with a slightly sickening leer was Lyle. She tried not to look scared or disgusted when he came over to her, and especially when he took her control fob from Jeremy and said to Candace, “We’re gonna have some fun.”
Shortly after that, the last tag was drawn (by Ferb, who got Cindy’s tag), and then the guests began to depart to take their girl-for-the-night home. Lyle hurried Candace out the door, saying that he didn’t want to get stuck in traffic with all the other people who were leaving. Candace only managed one glimpse back at Jeremy, who was taking Milly home.
As soon as Candace and Lyle got into Lyle’s car, the boy said, “Listen to me, Cunt. Tonight, you’re not gonna dance, or flirt, or do any of that Bunny shit. All you’re gonna do is what I tell you. You do not talk unless I tell you. You do not look at me unless I tell you. Nod if you understand.”
Looking forward through the windshield, Candace nodded.
“Good. Now get your tits out, and keep them out until we get to my place.”
Candace did as she was told, even though she knew from obedience school that nudity in a car was a legal gray area at best. Then she remained silent as Lyle drove.
During the drive, Candace stole furtive sideways glances at Lyle, trying to remember who he was in the First Dimension. But she just couldn’t place him.
They arrived at Lyle’s condo. It seemed that even though he wasn’t much older than Jeremy, Lyle had his own place.
The moment the door closed behind them, Lyle said, “Strip. Girls don’t wear clothes in my house.”
Candace turned around and, per her training, gave Lyle a naughty smile as she began to slowly peel her crop top upward.
“No!” Lyle barked, startling Candace. “None of that Bunny striptease bullshit. Just get your fucking clothes off, now. And do not fucking look at me!”
Candace hastily stripped off her crop top, skirt, and panties. When Lyle glowered at her, she remembered that she still had her sandals on and took those off, too. Then Lyle walked up to her, put his hands on her shoulders, and pushed her down onto her knees, which was less than comfortable on the bare wooden floor. She watched in silence as he undid his pants and took out his mostly flaccid cock.
“Suck me hard,” he ordered.
Candace took hold of his cock by the base and was starting to ‘work the outside’ by running her tongue around his cockhead when he grabbed her by the hair and stopped her.
“Don’t you know what ‘suck’ means?” he demanded. “Put it in your mouth!”
Candace opened her mouth and took Lyle’s cock inside. Then she suckled it, looking up at his face per her training.
“Do not eyeball me!” Lyle growled, seizing her by the hair again and giving it a painful tug. “How many times do I have to tell you that you only look at me when I say so? Do it again and you’ll be screaming on the floor. Now suck.”
Ironically, it was at this moment when Candace finally realized why she recognized Lyle, but only barely. Lyle had been in two years ahead of her in school the previous year but had suddenly stopped coming to class after the first week. No one knew exactly why, but rumor had it that he’d been sent to reform school for assaulting a girl—physically, sexually, or both.
Candace had released Lyle’s cock from her mouth when the boy grabbed her hair; now, she took it back into her mouth and sucked it. It felt strange to suck cock while looking straight ahead and seeing little more than Lyle’s bare stomach. But at least that made it easier for Candace to imagine that the cock she was sucking was Jeremy’s and not that of this perpetually angry boy.
He hadn’t told her what to do besides suck, and Candace didn’t want to upset him further by doing anything other than that, so she just kept sucking. Lyle remained silent; the only feedback Candace received were the slight changes in the tightness of his grip on her hair and the increasing hardness of the boy’s member.
“Hmm,” Lyle finally said—the closest thing to praise that Candace had gotten from him so far. “Stop sucking now. Maybe later I’ll fuck your face, but right now I wanna see your little pink holes. So turn around; I want you face down, ass up, like a good little cunt.”
Candace did as instructed. She was glad to be able to put weight on her hands and shoulders and take some of it off her knees. The smooth wood floor was cool against her cheek as Lyle got behind her.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Lyle said. “Show me that cunt, Cunt.”
Lyle was putting his cockhead to her entrance without applying any lube, but thankfully, Candace sensed that she was at least a little wet. She supposed that her body had come to associate the sensations of cocksucking with being fucked and thus had prepared itself.
Another small mercy was that Lyle’s cock was not quite as big as Jeremy’s, because he shoved into her hard enough to hurt, and it would have hurt more if he were bigger. Then Lyle fucked her slowly, in the sense that his thrusts into her pussy came two or three seconds apart. But each thrust was forceful; his cockhead would hit her cervix hard every time, like he was trying to bruise her inside. Maybe he was.
Soon, he increased his pace until his hips were spanking her slender ass on every stroke. He growled and grunted like an animal as he fucked her. It felt a little bit good to Candace, because being fucked was being fucked. But at the same time, it felt as though Lyle wasn’t merely using her but punishing her, like the boys in the back yard had seemed to be punishing their captive Intractable. Maybe Lyle was treating Candace this way for talking to his Mouse at the party, or maybe just for being a girl.
As soon as he came inside her—Candace hadn’t even been close to orgasm—he grabbed her by the shoulder, pulled her back up onto her knees, and turned her around roughly, thrusting his cum-coated cock at her face.
“Not bad, bitch. Now get me hard again,” he commanded.
Candace began to reach for the base of his cock when he slapped the back of her hand.
“Mouth only,” he ordered.
Candace opened her mouth, leaned forward, and took Lyle’s cockhead inside. She suckled it for several seconds, then took another inch of him between her lips.
She was planning to gradually take more of his cock into her mouth, but Lyle got his erection back quickly. Then he grabbed her head and shoved his cock straight to the back of her mouth and down her throat. He fucked her face hard, his balls slapping against her chin and his pubic bone punching her nose again and again.
“Yeah…that’s it,” Lyle grunted. “Your face…was made…to get fucked…Take…my…fucking…cock…you…cuUUUUUNT!”
He came in her mouth, shooting his seed to the back of her throat. Candace had to struggle not to choke, because she was used to having Jeremy’s cock all the way down her throat when he came and not to having a cumload suddenly hit her uvula. But she managed it, and dutifully swallowed Lyle’s load.
“Yeah…there we go…” Lyle panted. Then he tightened his grip on her hair a bit as he added, “I didn’t…tell you…to stop…sucking…”
Candace went back to sucking Lyle’s cock exactly the way she had before. The ache in her knees from kneeling on the bare floor was getting worse, and Candace now began to appreciate just how thoughtful Jeremy always was in having her kneel on a rug or carpet whenever he made her suck his cock.
Soon, Candace’s oral efforts restored Lyle’s erection. He pushed her head away from his crotch, and his hard member fell out of her mouth.
“Now,” he said, “time to get fucked some more. Turn around and get on all fours.”
Candace again obeyed and got into doggy position, facing away from Lyle. Then she heard him moving around behind her, but she didn’t dare look back to see what he was doing. She only figured it out when he knelt behind her and put the tip of his cock, now coated in cold lube, to her asshole. Candace flinched.
“Stay right where you are, Cunt,” Lyle growled. “You’re getting it in every hole tonight.”
Candace gasped. She would have happily taken Jeremy’s big cock up her ass all night long, but she didn’t want her first real ass-fuck to be with this cruel stranger. Not that she had a choice.
Come on, Candace, she told herself. If Stacy’s little sister can take a cock up her ass, so can you. Do it for Jeremy.
Lyle pushed in, forcing the first couple inches of his cock into Candace’s little rear hole. Candace stifled a yelp.
“Goddamn,” the boy said appreciatively, “you’re tight as a virgin back here.” He forced a couple more inches in and grunted, “It’s like you’ve never been assfucked in your life.”
Oh, God, Candace thought, a tear slipping from her eye.
“Jeremy is one lucky fucker,” Lyle continued. “And right now-” he thrust his cock in deeper, making Candace wince “-so am I.”
He got in balls-deep, then started pumping. Candace realized that Lyle must have used only a minimal amount of lube, because every in-stroke was painful. She whimpered each time he thrust in, which made him laugh.
“Cunt, if you think this is bad, wait ‘til I really get going.”
He grabbed her hair and pulled it back hard. Candace screamed in agony, and her vision went red and black as pain overwhelmed her.
And then, the next thing she knew, Candace had turned around and raked the surprised Lyle’s face with her painted fingernails, leaving four long, bleeding scratches on his cheek.
Lyle backhanded Candace hard across the face, knocking her to the floor. Before she could even try to get up, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face to his.
“If you were my girl,” he snarled, “I’d beat you so bad you wouldn’t recognize your own face in the mirror tomorrow. But since I’m just borrowing you from Jeremy, I’m gonna have to punish you a different way.”
He grabbed her remote, flipped open the cover over the red shock button, and shocked Candace for five long seconds while she clutched her collar and screamed, thrashing on the floor. Then he did it again, and again, and again.
Only when Candace was on the verge of passing out from the pain did Lyle finally stop shocking her. He grabbed the woozy Candace by her upper arm, dragged her to his apartment’s entranceway, and shoved her into the coat closet there. Then he locked the door, leaving Candace alone in the dark.
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