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Red-Light District

Summary:

High school junior, Phineas Flynn, finds himself doing something unthinkable after an odd night two years ago and some harsh truths about his past come to light. Isabella wants to protect Phineas from the path he's wondering down, but does Phineas desire her help?

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Hey, my best friend and I watched a bunch of videos about overused anime and hentai tropes, we put them in a hat and picked out twelve. We decided to write three separate stories with four random tropes all taking place in different universes. This is one of mine using the tropes; Super Edge boi with a lot of baggage, Awful Dirty Talk, Yandere, and Red-Light District. Heads up none of this is canon to my own personal PnF universe, and is purely a crack fic for fun!

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Red-Light District

 

Everyone in Danville knew about a certain fireside girl's crush on a certain red-head inventor; What everyone didn't know was why exactly that red-head didn't see it. Many assumed it was due to a terrible case of obliviousness on the part of the red-head, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Phineas was more than aware of his black-haired neighbors' obsession with him. He simply wasn't obsessed with her. No, no matter how many times the fellow junior snuck into his home and stole his underwear, it didn't change the simple fact, Phineas was not a one woman man. After a scandalous event that took place during their freshman year of high school-courtesy of an experimenting bisexual only known as Buford-; Phineas came to the conclusion that he was not to be tied down. And, that very Saturday night, Phineas was going to make good on that conclusion no matter how it affected a crazed blackette.

That night, while his parents were out of town for an antique convention, and his brother was going on a date with his college girlfriend. Phineas was going out to that little piece of paradise he'd been introduced to two years ago; the red-light district of Danville. You may be asking yourself why Phineas of all people would enjoy such a dirty, lustful, dangerous part of town, but the answer was fairly obvious. Phineas had come from there. Yes, that's right. The red-light district was in his blood as from within one of those tens of brothels that littered the streets; Phineas' mother had conceived him with a customer she'd long forgotten. It was this tragic reality of his life that lured him back to the crowded streets late that Saturday night.

Much like his mysterious father, Phineas had found his place among the sea of men throwing hundred dollar pills at the mostly nude woman on stage. It was such a familiar feeling he could not find the will or want to ignore. So, when Isabella begged Phineas not to go back; He'd quickly dismissed her with the harsh truth.

"Face the facts, Isabella. You're just a disgusting stalker. So, stop trying to 'save me', and let me live my life!" Phineas yelled, swatting his used-to-be best friends hand away from his arm. He watched tears prick in her eyes at his cruel words, but Phineas didn't care about what that creep felt. He got into his car without looking back, and drove to where he felt at home.

He parked the car by some littered alley and walked the fifteen minute distance to his destination. He entered a brothel by the name of 'Highway to Hell' with his fake ID at the ready. The inside of the brothel was dark, dingy, but decorated in sexy red lights. The women on stage were societally attractive with a slight tan and fake tits-just the way Phineas liked them. He downed his interaction with Isabella in several shots of tequila-if he spent his life here as an alcoholic, Phineas wouldn't complain. About an hour passed before Phineas found a girl worth throwing thousands of dollars at. Some blonde bimbo in her twenties dressed up in a red, white, and blue bikini. She twerked in his face without a care, and earned herself a couple of fat stacks. She shot Phineas a wink as her stage turn came to an end, and he met her at the side of the stage.

"Hey, handsome~." She whispered in his ear as she pressed her plastic c-cups all up on his right arm.

Phineas didn't say anything just yet, instead pulling her into a make-out session that was quite messy. He couldn't kiss for shit, but that didn't matter here, what mattered was he had money. As long as he could shove a few bucks in her bikini top the blonde wouldn't say shit. She didn't bother asking if he wanted to take her to her room which he was happy for. Simply dragging him by the lips in the direction of some room with a single bed. He pushed her on to it rather roughly; Grinding his knee against her bikini bottoms. She let out a moan when his mouth left her, and he ignored how fake it was.

"Ready for a good time, babe?" He asked in as seductive a tone he could while drunk off his ass.

"I'm always ready for you, daddy." She replied, as she massaged him through his jeans. He bite his lip to hold back a groan at the touch of her pink painted nails.

The blonde took charge, and pushed him onto the bed. She crawled on top of him, and he watched her remove her top with a lustful stare.

"Fuck, those are nice." He commented as the woman's c-cup tits were freed. He squeezed and pinched them without warning; More high-pitched cries of 'pleasure' left the prostitute's strawberry lips. They covered the sounds coming from the hall, and invaded Phineas' already delirious mind. Phineas felt his eyes drop for a few seconds as he played with the woman's breast. He was too tired to keep them open for long, and when her face displayed confusion, he didn't have the mind to question it. That was until she began to shout;

"Hey, who the fuck are you?!" Phineas glanced in the direction her eyes were gazing in, but not quick enough to notice anything before his hazy gaze was at the woman's breast once more. Blood pooled at the center of her breast, and she let out an ear splitting scream.

"AHHHH!" A knife had been plunged through the blonde's chest by a blank faced blackette. Phineas felt his body tense before he too let out a scream, and he kicked the bimbo off his lap. He watched in delirious horror as the familiar blackette got atop the blonde, and began to stab her repeatedly until the prostitute laid limp upon the floor. Phineas attempted to stand, but his eyes met the crazed blackette, and he froze in place. She approached him with a nude form, and now a wide smile that sent a shiver through his spine.

"Oh, Phineas~! Whatcha doin'?." She called, in that sweet voice the ginger recognized all too well.

"I-Is-Isabella?" Phineas stuttered out as she crawled on top of him with her knife inches from his neck.

Just as with the blonde, Phineas felt his pants tighten at the sight of her bare breast swaying in front of his face. He didn't know if the tequila was aiding such an out of place reaction, but he didn't have the brain to think about it much. Isabella's eyes shot to the bulge in her crushes pants, and she grinned as she rubbed herself against it. Phineas released a groan in fear and desire at the sensation, and backed up a little only for Isabella to dig the knife through his left hand. "AH! FUCK!" Phineas screamed, but like the blonde, the music and sounds of sex drowned it out. "Isabella, stop! Please!" He sobbed out as tears cascaded down his face. He flinched as her free hand came up to wipe them away.

"Oh, don't cry, my prince. I'm here to save you." She cooed, leaving kisses where she ridded his cheeks of tears. "From these filthy people, these filthy sheets-" She began to ramble as she moved to unzip his pants. "These filthy desires." She mumbled as she took his now limp length in her hand. She rubbed the shaft of his cock with gentle touch, careful not to tug too harshly.

"Is-Isa-"

"-Let me cleanse you, my love." Isabella interrupted the ginger's pain though breathless stuttering.

She soon released his dick to settle herself atop the tip; Doing her best not to move the knife in his hand.

"Isabella, wait!" Phineas begged, reaching his free hand out to clench her waist. He was actually still a virgin, and he knew he would orgasm quickly. What if he got her pregnant? What if they made a child? She'd never let him run. Isabella ignored his plea, and aligned the tip with her vaginal opening.

"Ready?" She asked, but didn't wait for a response as she fell on to his pelvis. The two let out a moan of pleasure and pain as Isabella's hymen broke, and Phineas jolted back causing his stabbed hand to flinch. Isabella pressed her mouth to Phineas' own to silence her cries as she instantly began to move. Blood stained at the base of Phineas cock as she moved up and down. After the pain had subsided, she let her lips leave his as she whimpered out;

"Oh, yes, Phineas! Fuck me! Love me! Give it to me!" Her eyes shut as she rested her head back in ecstasy. Phineas, himself, let out several groans as he thrusted his hips upwards without thought.

He orgasmed quickly just as Isabella verbalized her own release;

"Cu-cuming!" She shouted as her hip movements became sporadic. Phineas' sperm filled her enough to leak out in tear drop amounts at the base of his dick, and when he realized this, he began to cry once more. He had loved the red-light setting of dirty, and lustful, and careless, but he'd never wanted to be his father. Isabella went to wipe his tears once more, but he slapped her away with his good hand just like earlier.

"Phineas." She warned, a tense frown on her face. "Don't-" Phineas lunged at her before she could speak further. Anger drove his hands, that he yanked free of her knife, and that tightened around her neck as their bodies met the floor. Isabella gasped for air below the man she loved. In her own instinctive motions, she swung her knife towards his face, and slashed at his cheek.

The two attacked each other on that dirty floor next to the body of a random prostitute till Isabella's knife caught Phineas' throat, and he bled out seconds after Isabella's arms had long gone slack. No Phineas. No Isabella. And, no baby.

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*Phineas and Ferb belongs to Dan Povenmire & Jeff 'Swampy' Marsh