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Dark Dreams, Forbidden Fantasies	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 27132 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Dark Dreams, Forbidden Fantasies
by George Glass

Summary: An Inator-related mishap causes members of the Flynn-Fletcher family to appear in each other’s dreams—and to give in to their most deeply buried desires. (Phineas/Candace, Ferb/Linda)

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Chapter 1

Phineas was enjoying his family’s day at the beach. They had done some body surfing and swimming in the ocean, had a great picnic lunch, and thrown the ol’ Frisbee around. He and Ferb had even found some time to test out the self-propelled water skis they had invented that morning.

All of this beach activity had its usual effect of putting quite a lot of sand into Phineas’ swim trunks. Chafing a bit and deciding that he’d had his fill of swimming for the day, Phineas decided to change into the old t-shirt and sweat shorts he had brought along.

He went into the tall tent that his father had erected (with considerable help from Ferb) on the beach as a convenient place to change clothes or just get out of the sun for a while. His parents and Ferb were kicking a soccer ball around on the beach, and Candace had run into Jenny and was hanging out with her, so Phineas figured he’d have some privacy.

***

Somewhat awkwardly, Linda kicked the ball to Ferb. The boy trapped it with his foot, then deftly passed it to his father, who blocked the ball skillfully with his calf and passed it back to Ferb. Linda smiled; it was nice to see Lawrence and Ferb doing something they both were good at and enjoyed so much.

The boy passed the ball back to Linda, who was standing on the wet sand by the water, with her back to the ocean. Unlike Ferb and his dad, Linda hadn’t grown up steeped in the Beautiful Game, as Lawrence liked to call it. So when Ferb put a little too much loft on the ball, Linda wasn’t able to block it; instead, it sailed over her right shoulder and landed in the water, where a receding wave pulled it away from the waterline.

“Oh, dear,” she said. “Just a moment, boys, I’ll get it!”

Then she jogged into the low waves after the ball.

***

Candace walked back to the spot on the beach where her family had set up camp. She’d hoped to hang out with Jenny for a while longer, but the girl had only come to the beach to distribute flyers for her Save the Jellyfish campaign, and once she had put one on every windshield in the parking lot, she was off to her next stop at Danville Harbor.

Left without anyone from her peer group to socialize with, Candace decided to resort to hanging out with her family. But before she joined in whatever lame beach-activity they were doing, she’d need some more sunblock. Her pale complexion made her prone to sunburn, and that wouldn’t do; she had a date with Jeremy tomorrow night, and she didn’t want anything to interfere with the subtle, age-appropriate, and entirely ladylike strategies she had dreamed up to get her perfect-gentleman beau to be good and handsy with her.

She approached her family’s tent. Glancing beyond it, she saw her dad on the beach and her mom and Ferb in the water, so Phineas was probably out there, too. Good—she could apply her UV protection in peace.

***

Ferb was having a good time with his mom and dad. Much as he enjoyed quietly musing about the nature of the universe and creating complex inventions with his brother, there was also something to be said for simple pleasures like kicking a football around on the beach.

He did feel a bit bad about making his mom run into the water after the ball, though, and she had done so before he could offer to get it himself. So he simply ran in after her, thinking that he could beat her to it and save her some effort. Thus, as Ferb’s eyes locked onto the soccer ball where it bobbed on the waves, his brain seized on the task of getting his hands on it before his mother did.

His mom had a head start, but Ferb was quicker and had nearly caught up to her before he got too deep in the water to keep running. Instead, he leaped forward in a dive and swam toward the ball, his mother now barely in front of him. Mother and son got to the ball at almost the same time, and Ferb reached around her to grab it, spreading his fingers as widely as possible so that he could grip the ball with one hand until he could pull it to him.

But what he grabbed didn’t have the plastic-y feel of the soccer ball. Instead it had a slick-smooth, nylon-like texture on the surface, and underneath, it was very, very soft.

***

Candace was about to enter the tent when she heard a sort of yelping sound from somewhere down the beach. She turned to look and saw her mother and Ferb out in the waves. They were too far away for Candace to see exactly what was going on, but they both seemed fine, so Candace backed into the tent and pulled her swimsuit down to her knees so that she could start applying her sunblock.

***

Phineas was out of his swim trunks and was just digging through his battered old duffel bag for his sweatshorts when he heard the flap of the tent open and someone come inside. Forgetting his nudity, he reflexively turned around to see who it was.

A redheaded girl was standing there, facing away from him—and buck naked everywhere it counted. She was tall, but her bottom was small and cute and everything that Phineas secretly liked in a girl’s derriere.

Then he realized who the girl was.

“Candace?!” he blurted.

She whipped her head around and cried, “Phineas?!”

Suddenly, Phineas remembered that he, too, was naked in every place that counted.

For two or three seconds, they just stared, each of them frozen in place, deer in each other’s headlights.

“Omigosh!” Candace finally exclaimed, slapping a hand over her eyes as Phineas did the same. Then, apparently unable to choose between apologizing to Phineas and yelling at him, she simply pulled her swimsuit back up and ran out of the tent.

***

“Oh!” Linda exclaimed as she felt a hand close around her left breast. Her head jerked around to see whose it was just as Ferb snatched it away again. The boy looked up at her, clearly mortified.

“It’s all right, honey,” Linda said. “Accidents happen. Look, here’s the ball.”

She handed it to Ferb, who took it and headed back to shore.

***

“Ah, Perry the Platypus,” said Dr. Doofenshmirtz to the fedora-wearing monotreme, who was currently zipped tightly inside a platypus-size sleeping bag. “It’s getting late in the day, and I’ve got a poker game with some of my L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. colleagues in an hour, so let me just give you the Cliff Notes version of my evil scheme. You see, back when I was a freshman at Gimmelstump Technical University and Clown College, I decided to pledge a fraternity. I won’t go into all the details, but basically, my first week involved a lot of sleep deprivation and humiliation. And in the end, I became mindlessly loyal. See?”

Doofenshmirtz pulled up his sleeve and showed Perry his fraternity tattoo: ÜÜÜ.

“Druselstinian law prohibits the use of foreign alphabets,” Doofenshmirtz explained. “But Ew-Ew-Ew is a great fraternity with a proud history. At least, that’s what they told me to think, so I do!

“So I thought, what could I do to the population of the Tri-State Area that would deprive them of sleep AND their dignity, thereby inspiring the same kind of mindless loyalty? And then it hit me: Build an Inator that would make people share each other’s dreams. So behold: the Dream-Share-Inator!”

Perry squinted at the roughly spherical Inator, which was about twice his height, then looked back at Doofenshmirtz.

“I know, it sounds farfetched, but bear with me,” the evil scientist said. “You see, if other people’s dreams are anything like mine, then they probably fall into two major categories: dreams about being eaten alive by giant bats and/or badgers, and dreams about public humiliation. So if everyone has to participate in other people’s dreams as well as their own, then they will be that much more scared and humiliated when they wake up in the morning.”

Patting the Dream-Share-Inator, Doofenshmirtz continued, “All I have to do is activate this baby once a day, sometime before bedtime, and soon, people will be afraid to go to sleep at all. And that’s when I’ll start broadcasting a series of ‘Doofenshmirtz for Overlord of the Tri-State Area’ ads on late-night television.”

Perry rolled his eyes, but Doofenshmirtz was too deep in monologue to notice.

“I figure the first one will go something like this: ‘Hello, I’m Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz. Do you feel like you need someone to tell you what to do? Someone you can obey unconditionally, without the hassle of all that thinking and free will? Well, I’m here to tell you…”

As Doof blathered on, Perry—who had recently been honing his contortionism skills because of the frequency with which he got tied up—managed to get his arm around behind his back and then up behind his head so that his hand just protruded from the sleeping bag. Subtly flicking his head backward, he caused the small but powerful magnet he had concealed under his hat to drop into his open hand, which he then pulled back inside the sleeping bag.

“‘...so make me your overlord, and all your dreams WON’T come true!’” Doofenshmirtz finished.

He turned to Perry. “What do you think? Pretty clever, eh? Because it’s- Wait, Perry the Platypus, how is your sleeping bag unzipping itself?!”

Perry dropped the magnet, which he had used to pull the zipper down from inside the sleeping bag. Then he quickly shook himself free of the bag and flew at Doofenshmirtz, landing a solid punch to the evil scientist’s jaw. As the man reeled back, Perry ran over to the Dream-Share-Inator and smacked his small green palm down on the self-destruct button.

But to Perry’s surprise, the machine did not explode or evaporate instantaneously, as Doof’s Inators usually did. Instead, a fast-moving wave of green energy burst outward in all directions from the spherical device and quickly vanished from sight.

“Ha-ha, Perry the Platypus, I have outwitted you!” Dr. Doofenshmirtz cried. “I switched the self-destruct button with the On button! Little did you know that you would be my unwitting accomplice in-”

Doofenshmirtz was interrupted by the sound of his Inator exploding as Perry withdrew his hand from the On button.

“Oh, nuts,” Doof sighed. “My therapist said I should cut down on my gloating. Maybe she has a point.”

Agent P leaped out the window and parachuted away.

“Yeah, yeah, curse you, Perry the Platypus,” Doofenshmirtz muttered, even though his nemesis was well out of earshot. Then, glancing around at the mess he was going to have to clean up, he griped, “Great. One bad night’s sleep won’t be enough to crush the will of the people of the Tri-State area. And on top of that, I never even thought about making myself immune to the Dream-Share-Inator, so my night’s going to be just as miserable as everybody else’s. Guess I’d better get ready for bats, badgers, and…well, some word that means ‘humiliation’ but starts with B.”

***

Candace tossed and turned as she tried to fall asleep. She usually slept well after a day at the beach, what with all the sun exposure and exercise, but she just couldn’t get the image of her naked brother—and the look on his face as he saw her own nakedness—out of her head.

Which was completely stupid, of course. It had been an accident, and they had only seen each other for a few seconds. This happened in families all the time; you couldn’t live in the same house with someone without accidentally seeing them naked once in a while. Heck, Jeremy said Suzy walked in on him naked pretty regularly (although Candace suspected that this had nothing to do with Suzy being too young to grasp the concept of privacy). So what was the big deal? It was totally normal.

But was it normal to keep thinking about it like this? To keep reviewing the image in her head, like a frozen frame of security video on a cop show? And, worse still, to wish she’d seen more?

***

Phineas lay there in his pajamas, trying not to think. Thinking was kind of his thing, though, so he wasn’t having much luck not doing it.

Specifically, he was having trouble not thinking about the moment when he turned and saw Candace’s unclothed backside in the tent. He kept asking himself: Why had he just stood there staring for so long, looking at his naked sister, and letting her look at his own bare body? Why hadn’t he turned around, or closed his eyes, or grabbed a towel, or his shorts, or his swim trunks to cover himself? Why hadn’t he so much as put his hands in front of his junk while Candace was looking at it, and why couldn’t he look away from her bare bottom?

Maybe he’d just been too shocked to move. Maybe he had assumed that Candace would instantly avert her eyes and cover herself instead of staring for such a long moment. Maybe she had expected him to do the same.

These speculations were meant to be comforting, but instead they seemed hollow. Because they could not provide an answer to the other question that plagued the redheaded boy: Why, immediately after Candace left, had he gotten the hardest boner of his life?

***

Ferb’s differently sized eyes were closed, but despite his best efforts, he was not asleep. He couldn’t help thinking about what had happened at the beach. His embarrassment had passed—his grabbing his mother’s breast had been an honest mistake, and he knew that his mother knew that—but now he was having what he thought of as a moment of weakness: a moment in which he grudgingly acknowledged the nascent urges that he had begun to experience this summer, no doubt harbingers of the approaching onset of puberty. Urges that put their messy fingerprints all over the otherwise orderly digital chalkboards of his mind.

The subject of these unwanted thoughts was usually Vanessa, who to him represented youthful beauty and, at the same time, the age-old mysteries of femininity. But Ferb couldn’t deny that once in a while, he would find his thoughts straying to his mother, not as a parent, but as a woman. In fact, it was sometimes hard for Ferb to tease the two apart, because the traits that made Linda Flynn-Fletcher a great mother—kindness, caring, enthusiasm—were also among the traits that made her, in Ferb’s mind, very womanly.

These traits included her physical attributes, too. Her breast, the first Ferb had touched since infancy, wasn’t particularly large, but it was so very soft, softer than he had imagined it could be. And that just made him think all the more about his mother’s other exceptionally womanly feature: her broad, beautiful hips. Cerebral as Ferb was, the thought of those hips stirred something primal in him, because they were clearly made for childbearing...and child-making. Now, as he lay in his bed, he couldn’t help but imagine taking hold of those wide hips and thrusting into his mother, hearing her moans of pleasure as he pushed in again and again, giving in completely to his primitive urge to plunge into and fuck and breed this beautiful, fertile female being.

He opened his eyes. None of this was helping him get to sleep. He would go downstairs, drink a glass of warm milk, and try to put all of these thoughts out of his mind.

As soon as his erection went down, anyway.

***

Linda closed her eyes, and the memory of Ferb’s hand on her chest spontaneously came back to her. She had been surprised by the touch, of course, and she knew it had been an accident, but at the same time, there was something titillating—as it were—about the feel of the boy’s hand squeezing her breast. Or the possibility that it might not have been entirely accidental on Ferb’s part, whether consciously or unconsciously.

She knew that such thoughts were normal, and although she generally didn’t dwell on them and would certainly never act on them, she didn’t punish herself for having them, either. So it wasn’t long before she began drifting off to sleep.

But even as she did, a part of her mind remained focused on that memory and began to expand on it. She imagined Ferb’s hand not just grasping and squeezing her breast, but massaging it lovingly, making her nipple harden for his gentle fingers to rub and tease to greater hardness. She pictured that hand pulling down the stretchy fabric of her swimsuit to expose her erect tit to the air...and then to her son’s open, eager mouth...

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