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Sweet Dreams	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 20186 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sweet Dreams
by George Glass
Summary: For one night, Phineas, Isabella, Ferb, and Vanessa find that the impossible has become possible. (m/f, loli/shota, teen, Phineas/Isabella, Ferb/Vanessa)
Disclaimer: I don’t own PHINEAS AND FERB or its characters. I received no financial compensation for writing this story.
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Dr. Heinz Doofenschmirtz was more than ready to call it a night. He had worked hard on his scheme for the day, only to have it foiled as usual by Perry the Platypus, who’d given the evil scientist a good thrashing and his lab a good trashing in the process. Doofenschmirtz had only just finished cleaning up.
He walked to the door of his laboratory and looked at the couple of half-finished Inators on the nearby wall. The device nearest him was the Dream-Inator, designed to project his image into the dreams of everyone in the Tri-State Area, thereby imprinting him on their subconscious minds and causing them to instinctively respect and fear him. Unfortunately, as far as he could tell, the Dream-Inator couldn’t project anything anywhere. In fact, it wasn’t clear that it could do anything at all; it didn’t even make a noise when he turned it on. Maybe in the morning he’d take another crack at making it work, unless he had any better ideas.
As he turned out the lights, he didn’t even notice that his elbow had hit the device’s ON switch.
***
Phinidar, captain of the Free Galaxy starship Moxie, was running out of options. His ship had been boarded by a horde of Drones—a race of robots intent on destroying all intelligent life forms or, failing that, forcing them to sit quietly and read the financial news, or perhaps reviews of nonfiction books. The Drones were swarming through the ship and had already trapped Phinidar and his small group of armed crewmates in a corridor, cutting them off from the bridge, the engine room, and the cafeteria. And today was fried chicken day.
Suddenly, at the far end of the corridor, the door from the hangar deck burst open and laser fire streamed through it, mowing down half the Drones in the hallway within seconds. It was a platoon of Free Galaxy troopers! Phinidar couldn't see their leader's face under her battle helmet, but he'd know that long, raven hair anywhere--it was Isaba, captain of the Moxie's sister ship, the Chutzpah.
"All right, people," Phinidar said to his comrades, "stay low and watch your aim. Looks like we might get our fried chicken after all."
***
Isabellion, Princess of the Deepest Woods, rode hard on the back of her trusty unicorn, Chutzpah. The nearby forest of Moxie was under attack by Skeledrones--mindless undead automatons whose sole purpose was to destroy everything good, just, or the least bit fun--and Isabellion and her wood nymph sisters were coming to the forest’s defense.
Up ahead, she saw the Phinotaur, a mighty being with black horns and red hair who was the guardian of this woodland. Nine feet tall and rippling with muscle, the Phinotaur was smashing Skeledrones left and right with his huge club, supported by his loyal band of satyrs. But they were badly outnumbered and were being forced back even as they fought.
Isabellion saw a Skeledrone move around behind the group and raise its bony claws to slash the Phinotaur from behind. The forest queen circled her sling rapidly over her head and fired a stone at the attacking monster’s arm, shattering it into a dozen bony pieces. Hearing the sound, the Phinotaur turned and smashed the rest of the Skeledrone with one blow of his club.
“Ready your weapons, sisters!” she cried to her fellow nymphs. “Let us all earn our slinging patches this day!”
***
At the gates of the palace, the head guard took a look at the large-nosed, green-haired elf who had just arrived.
“You must be Ferbinaard,” the mustachioed man said. “Some say you are the greatest of archers, and the odds-layers for the Tournament of Arrows would seem to agree. Please take this pass”—he handed Ferbinaard a piece of parchment—“and proceed to the palace; Queen Vanelle wishes to meet with you before the Tournament begins.”
Ferbinaard walked through the gates and proceeded up the cobblestone street toward the palace. Many other archers—human, elven, and other—were gathered here, along with a horde of street vendors and spectators, clearly anxious to see who would prove to be the best in the land.
Passing through the great double doors of the castle, Ferbinaard was greeted by two young women in fine dresses. Each wore a brooch in the image of the Queen's crown--the hallmark of the Queen's ladies-in-waiting.
"Come, Ferbinaard," said one. "We shall take you to see Her Majesty."
He followed them through corridors bustling with servants, courtiers, minor nobles, and all manner of other folk who had business in the castle. They soon reached the throne room but, to the archer's surprise, they passed right by it.
"The Queen is not yet ready to take the throne this morn," one of the ladies explained. "We shall be your chaperones when you meet with Her Royal Highness in her bedchamber."
Ferbinaard swallowed.
***
Vee was freshening up her black eyeliner when her manager knocked on the door of her dressing room. Her band, VD and the Crabs, was about to break in a new member, and she wanted to look her punk-rock best, even during rehearsal.
“Hey, Vee?” the man said. “The new guitarist is here. Come out and meet him.”
Vee opened her dressing room door. Just beyond the threshold stood her mustachioed manager, a couple of curious backup singers, and a tall, odd-looking dude with a green mohawk and an electric guitar. He had a big nose, and his eyes were different sizes, but somehow, on his face, that just seemed to work. Maybe it was partly due to the air of unassuming confidence that he projected.
“This is Gunther Ferbinski,” her manager explained. “Gunther, this is Vee.”
“Hey,” Vee said, trying to sound casual despite her piquing interest in the young man, who merely nodded in response. “You any good?”
Gunther hefted his guitar, and suddenly his fingers were a blur of motion as he switched from chord to chord to chord. Vee’s ears almost couldn’t keep up.
Awesome, she thought.
***
On the starship Moxie, broken and burning Drones now lay scattered all over the deck. Captain Phinidar, his uniform sporting a few fresh laser burns, was still breathing hard from the excitement of battle. Nonetheless, he strode forward to meet his colleague.
“Captain Isaba,” he said. “I’m pretty sure you just saved our bacon.”
“Happy to help, Captain Phinidar,” Isaba replied in a surprisingly soprano voice.
“Speaking of meat,” Phinidar said, “would you and your crew like to join us for some fried chicken?”
“We’d be honored,” she said, taking off her helmet.
“But first,” said Phinidar, “put ‘er there.” He held out his hand.
***
The forest of Moxie was now littered with the shattered bones of Skeledrones. The Phinotaur and his satyrs stood with Princess Isabellion and her nymphs, surveying the scene as they recovered their breath. Then the Phinotaur turned to Isabellion.
“I cannot thank you enough for coming to our aid, Princess,” he said. “Without your assistance, we would surely have perished, or at least have been forced to flee our beloved forest.”
“We who guard the woodlands must always support one another, mighty Phinotaur,” she replied.
At his height, he was eye-level with the unicorn-riding princess, and when he looked at her, she was acutely aware of how strangely handsome he was.
“May I kiss the hand of my people’s savior this day?” he asked.
Isabellion blushed and giggled. “Most certainly, my fine friend,” she said, extending her hand.
***
The ladies-in-waiting led Ferbinaard through a wide oak door into a lavishly furnished bedchamber. Beyond the draped four-poster bed, by the eastern wall, was an ivory-colored paper screen. Bright sunlight shone through the window behind the screen, showing the shadows of moving figures behind it.
One of the shadows waved the others away and stood up tall, now perfectly silhouetted on the screen. She must have been naked, or nearly so, because Ferbinaard could see every detail of her form: a high, regal brow from which long hair cascaded downward past her elegant shoulders; small, perfectly rounded breasts; a slender waist; hips that were the epitome of young womanhood; and long, shapely legs.
In his long elven life, Ferbinaard had never seen anything so lovely.
“Good morrow, Ferbinaard,” Queen Vanelle said unselfconsciously. “I welcome you to my realm.”
“You do me great honor, your Highness,” Ferbinaard said, bowing deeply to the Queen’s shadow.
The Queen’s maidservants began dressing her as she spoke. “Your skill with the bow is spoken of throughout the land. Even some of my courtiers have confessed to placing large wagers upon your performance in the Tournament of Arrows.”
After a pause, she said, “If you would approach the screen, I am fain to touch the hand that possesses such skill.”
Ferbinaard approached, and the Queen reached out from behind the screen.
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“Nice riff!” Vee said after Gunther finished with a flourish.
“He’s a real find, this guy,” said her manager.
“Welcome to the band,” she said, putting out her hand.
***
Captain Isaba gripped Phinidar’s hand, and…
The Phinotaur gently took Isabellion’s hand, and…
Ferbinaard touched Queen Vanelle’s soft hand with his callused one, and…
Gunther put his hand in Vee’s, and…
END CHAPTER 1
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