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River From Her Urethra	By : MasterofFiction Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 6911 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Phinas and Ferb, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-River From Her Urethra
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Isabella was entering Phineas’ yard, prepared to ask her oft-inquired question, when she was held back by a hand. Turning round, she saw Phineas’ sister in her usual garb, a pink top and a white skirt. Her golden hair scintillated in the sun.
“I need you help, Isabella.”
“Sure. What is it?”
“I need someone to bust my brothers.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’ve been trying all summer long to get them busted, and nothing works. But with your help—you being the only other female that hangs around here—not counting my friends, whom I’ve tried to get to help bust Phineas and Ferb but whom proved a disaster. “
“I don’t want any part of this,” Isabella said, pushing open the gate to enter the yard.
Candace threw herself at Isabella’s feet. “Please, please Isabella.”
“You’re being ridiculous. I’ve got to go see what PHineas is doing.”
“If you don’t help me bust my brothers, I’ll urinate on you,” Candace said.
“Bust them? As in get them in trouble so that they won’t make any more cool and interesting things?”
“Exactamundo, princess.”
“I won’t do it, Candace. They’re my friends.”
“Then you leave me no choice.” Candace pulled out a gizmo with all kinds of things sicking out of it.
“What is that?”
“I bought it from a man in a lab coat. He called it a shrinkinator or something lame like that. And when I combine it with this other gadget my brothers built, which carries me to my dream world, you won’t like the result, Isabella.”
Candace punched a button on the gizmo with things sticking out of it before Isabella could dart away. Isabella felt herself shrinking to an extremely tiny size. Soon Candace’s shoe was like a two story dwelling.
Then Candace almost crushed her by bending her knees down against the sidewalk and searching for her. Isabella tried to scramble away. Candace took a while in catching her—she even slipped in a crack and Candace had difficulty extracting her until she pulled out a pair of tweezers.
“Now you are shrunken, you little cutie. The next thing is to go to my dream world.”
Candace grabbed the gadget with things sticking out of it and punched the button. She was laughing shrilly, until she found herself shrunken to an inch tall.
“Wrong gizmo,” she said. She struggled to clamber up on top of the gadget to reverse the process. She finally managed it after a few minutes. Then she stomped on the button and found herself growing rapidly.
The gadget was crnched under her foot. She was worried that Isabella would expand to her natural size, but was thankful to find her still entrapped in the tweezers.
“Now that that one is crushed properlyk,” she said, “this one must be the right one. Dream world, here we come.”
She lifted the tweezers holding Isabella and punched the button on the other gadget. Isabella felt like she were being jerked to the left by a powerful force.
“Yes, here we are!” Candace said.
Isabella couldn’t turn her head while entrapped in the tweezers, but she could make out a dobblestone street and a shop that Candace was taking her into.
“A pouch!” Candace called. “I need a pouch!”
“Whaar’s that?” asked a woman, drowsily.
“I need a pouch.”
The woman eyed Candace suspiciously. “No one has come in this shop for eons since the start of the strike. Do you mean to tell me that the strike has ended?”
“What strike?”
“And claims ignorance of the people in town ceasing work.”
“ just want a pouch to store my sister in,” Candace said.
“Your sister?” the woman said, her eyes growing wide. “Oh, I see. You’re one of them.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Listen, lassie. No girl who has ever purchased a pouch from my shop has won a tournament.”
“Then you don’t have to sell it to me. Instead we can barter.”
“What would someone like you have to trade that I’d want?”
“Well, there’s this, for one,” Candace said, showing her gizmo her brothers had built.
“What does it do?”
“Takes one to their dream world.”
“My dream world…” the woman said, rubbing her chin. “Well, I suppose it couldn’t hurt to give you a pouch, so long as I get th keep the gadget.”
“I won’t be needing it anymore, so it’ll all yours.”
“Why you so eager to get rid of it?”
“I’m already in a great place to be,” Candace said. “But I have no pouch for peeing on my little sister with. And without a pouch, it’s not possible to enter theh tournaments.”
“Oh, I know that. But let me say that if I am unhappy with this barter after it is made, I will have you arrested and assigned to the Unleaked.”
“It won’t disappoint,” Candace promised.
“Who are the Unleaked?” Isabella asked.
“You don’t want to know,” she whispered.

The pouch was brown and had a tiny buckle across it, just large enough for inserting Isabella in. It had a strap which presumably went around someone’s waist. And there were two lines leading away from the pouch across the straps, which Isabella did not know the purpose of.
“Finally got you where I want you, my sweet,” Candace said, entering Isabella in the little buckle that ran across the pouch. Then she inserted the pouch past the flap that formed the top of her skirt, past the rim of the panties, and right over her vagina.
Isabella shivered at the sight. She hadn’t hit ppuberty yet, so she didn’t have parts so pronounced.   Nor did she know why she was expected to look at them.
?A jet of urine erupted from Candace’s urethra and shot toward Isabella from the right. Then another jet came shooting out, hitting her on the left this time. She felt like she were being inundated in Candace’s urine. She wanted to scream, but when she tried to open her mouth, a stream of urine fell into it.
“This is not the way to treat someone you claim to be your little sister,” Isabella said.
“It is how little sisters are treated all the time in this world, by their older sisters.”
“Why’d you choose me? You could’ve borrowed another girl my age and pretended she was your sister.”
“But no other little girl has shiny black hair like you. Or those sweet Jewish cheeks. Or those pleasant feet. And your outfit that you wear everyday…it’s just got to be you that I do this on.”
“It’s rather disturbing, if you ask me.”
“Well, no one asked you. Thios is my dream world, not yours.”

“You need to entirely reek of my urine in order for us to win.”
“What happens if we win?”
“Then we go on to the next contest, which I’ll have to make you smell even worse for.”
“Ick.”
“You’ll grow to love it eventually.”

Candace got in the queue and waited.
“I’ve been urinating on my little sister for three months straight,” a girl not too far up the line said.
Candace got worried. Did everyone have this much experience?
“Greata, it’s not how long you’ve been urinating on her that matters,” said another girl. “It’s how badly she smells. If your urine smells like pink lemonade and the judges enjoy inhaling when they breathe near your pouch, you still won’t be firpst place, as opposed to a girl who has urinated on hher sister for seven days and her urine smells like bonfire snmoke and ashtrays.”
Candace hoped her urine didn’t smell like that. Of course, no one can be the true judge of how their own urine smells.
“Want to inhale my pouch’s contests to see if my urine smells badly enough?”
“Darling, I’d love to, but really, you don’t want my nostrils contents interefering with how you’re judged,d o you?”
“No,m” Greta said. “I want to get as high a score as possible.”
“Then believe you can win, and you shall.”
Candace wanted to win. She could tell Greta was eager. But heck, she didn’t even know Greta, or anyone else for that matter. The only person she knew here was Isabella.

The contestants had to remove their pouches and set them on a table. Then the judges would sniff them. A girl who was fourteen sniffed at Candace’s pouch and recoiled, which made Cadance feel confident that she’d get theird place at least.
Finally there was deliberation over two pouches, which one spelled worse.   Neighter of them was Candace’s, which was disappointing.
They decided the green pouch smelled worse after having three girls sniff it,t and the red one. Two of the girls fainted. At the green one, but none fainted at the smell produced by the red one.
Then the judges stood in a row, and said, “The third place of the competition goes to the owner of the red pouch, Victoria Nelstone!”
A girl ran forward with glee, taking the tropy awarded her and stepped up on the box allotted for the third place victor.
“The second place goes to the owner of the green pouch, Florence Purrton.”
“Oh yeah!” a girl with brown hair said, high fiving the girl next to her and running forward.
“Amnd the overall winner of the competion is Cthe owner of this pouch,” the fourteen-year-old judge said, holding it up, “Candace Flynn!”
“YES!” Candace shouted, pumping her fist in the air. She advanced forward in a haze and accepted the trophy.
“Please step forward when we call the name of the rest of you to award your placement.”
They gave our fourth place, fifth place, sixth place, seventh place, and so on. All the girls put their pouches back on as they were givien their ribbon announcing their placement.

Greata was in sixth place. She was aghast. “But I’ve been urinating on my sister longer than any of you alessaslingers!”
“Yeah, but when your urine smells like flowers….”
“It does not!”
“Does too! In fact, I heard a judge say that you should have been in ninth place, but so many judges felt sorry for you that they bumped your number up a bit.”
“I want to be first!” Greta wailed.
“Then let the number one girl urinate on you. She knows what she’s doing.”
Greta approachched Candace with a pleading look.   She said something in a very low ovice.
“What?”
“Would it be all right if you went on me?”
“I’m a pouch-girl,” Candace said, firmly. “I only go on my little sister.”
“See? Even she won’t grant me the wonder of her urine!” Greta wailed, flinging her pouch on the ground and dashing for someone to lock herself in.
The girl with the soft voice who had been speaking to Greata in line, and who came in seventh place, ran after her, scooping up Greta’s pouch as she went.

“Now we go on to the next competition,” Candace said.
“I’ve had it. I will endure no more of your urine, Candace!”
“Too bad. You have no choice.”
With that, Candace sent a stream of urine from either side at Isabella, causing her to be rammed in by a wall of hot, stickiy liquid.
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