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Planted Intimacy
by Guilty Pleasure
AN: First Danny Phantom fanfic. Will probably be multi-chapter.
*Disclaimer: We do not own Danny Phantom nor do we make money off of it.
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(PLANTED INTIMACY)

The day was uneventful; boring was the word most would have used, and on top of that, Danny had to deal with the worst ghost ever - the Box Ghost. After a long day full of (barely) passed tests and a stint in the locker thanks to Dash, which resulted in him missing English, Mr. Lancer had sentenced him to detention and classroom cleanup. All Danny wanted to do now was go home and take a nap. Unfortunately that nice nap looked a long way off, because his ghost sense had gone off several blocks from home. He didn’t even feel like kicking around the Box Ghost this time, but the other ghost seemed to have other ideas.
As if Danny’s day couldn't get any worse.
"Bewaaaare!" the other ghost cried. He raised his hands above his head and sent boxes flying at Danny; Danny just phased through them for an umpteenth time. The boxes passed through him and crumpled on the ground of the alley, their contents spilling out.
"I'm so sick of this!” Danny glared at the Box Ghost, who glared right back.” Can't you just, like, leave me alone? For once? I swear, you’re stalking me or something!"
The Box Ghost only waved his hands, and kept right on talking as if he hadn't heard Danny at all. "Seriously, bewaaare! For in these boxes of..." the Box Ghost trailed off, glanced at the box, and continued, "Dairy Cheese Inc, Wisconsin, there lies terrible thiiings!" And he sent the boxes hurling towards Danny once again, before seeing the thermos that Danny was spinning. "You cannot hold me in a cylindrical container for long!"
“It’ll hold you long enough!” Danny spat back. He easily dodged the box and it cracked open behind him. He didn’t look back as he activated the Fenton Thermos: there was a whoosh of air and energy.
“BEWAR – ”
The Box Ghost’s last cry was cut off as he was sucked into the Fenton Thermos. Danny rolled on the lid with a snap. Something rustled and for a second, the ghost boy blinked in confusion at the Thermos. Since when did it…rustle? He was pretty sure it wasn’t supposed to. Another rustle and suddenly a shiver ran down his back as his breath turned ghostly blue for a second.
Another ghost.
Danny turned, still clutching the Thermos and getting it ready to work on the second ghost, but before he could work his 'magic', it was knocked out of his hands by a tentacle.
A very long, very slimy tentacle.
The Fenton Thermos soared through the air and clattered to the ground as Danny faced this new opponent. His eyebrows shot up in surprise as he caught his first real glimpse of the other ghost. It was some kind of…well, some kind of plant, Danny supposed. It looked like an enormous nest of vines was sitting in the remains of a flattened cardboard box. Normal, except for the fact they were glowing, dripping with slime and moving with a definite life of their own.
The mysterious plant withdrew its tentacle, looking rather non-aggressive, and just plain... happy, if a plant could be happy. It simply sat there, merrily waving its tentacles as if in a breeze, but the air in the alleyway was still and stifling.
"Well... if it's harmless..." Danny turned to retrieve the Fenton Thermos, bending over.
He heard another rustling behind him and suddenly his arm was being pried away from the Thermos. Gasping, Danny jerked the captured arm – one of the tentacles was suddenly around it. Gross! Danny could feel the warmth of the slime the strange plant was emitting even through his outfit. He jerked again and the glowing ghost plant slid several feet away from its box before digging into the pavement stubbornly and refusing to go any further.
Frowning, he started to go intangible, only to have the ghost plant do the exact same. He started to phase through the pavement and was promptly pulled back up by the wet tentacle wrapped around his arm. It wasn’t attacking – yet – but it was keeping him pinned here and Danny was starting to get really angry now. He wanted that nap, not another stupid fight with a pushover ghost.
"Get... away!" Danny yelled, twisting to make it let go, but rather than obeying, it responded by wrapping tighter around Danny's wrist. Danny hung there for a moment before turning his palm to the now oversized plant, making his hand glow an earthly green before an ecto-beam shot out from it towards the plant.
The glowing beam hit it square in the center and the ghost plant writhed, dropping Danny as it curled in on itself like a giant, oversized spider. It let loose a strange noise that sounded like a high-pitched keen. Danny hovered several feet out at what he thought was a safe distance.
Unfortunately, the distance wasn't quite far enough.
Danny barely had time to yelp a startled “Hey!” before the tentacle that had shot around his waist dragged him forward. He brought up his glowing hand to retaliate but cried out as another tentacle burst loose from the cluster of thick writhing vines and bent his arm back and preventing him from getting a clear shot at the other ghost. Try as he might, he couldn’t seem to break loose of the vise-like grip and his attempts to phase away or go invisible didn’t fool the plant at all. Strangely enough, it didn’t seem to be attacking either…
Although, now that he thought about it, he was starting to get short of breath.
Gasping for air now, Danny looked down. The vines that weren’t holding his arms and legs were steadily coiling around his chest, another around his neck. Panic was starting to set in as he realized just what kind of danger he was in and the ghost boy struggled fitfully. The ghost plant continued to squeeze gently until Danny saw stars, his vision zoning in and out.
The strange plant had lowered him to the ground by now, and he wasn’t aware of suddenly limp legs going out from under him, or the fact he had quietly slipped from ghost to human, the rings of light fading as he sunk slowly to the ground.
Briefly unconscious, the ghost plant began stripping him methodically of his clothes. First his shirt, then his jeans fell to the pavement, joined by his underwear. Danny fought to regain his senses - he found that the tentacles were becoming more gentle, and he moved slightly to turn his spinning head, trying to fight through the fog that seemed to be clouding his thoughts. Before he realized what was going on, his head snapped up as one vine came up under his chin, yanking it up.
Something was rubbing against his rear end, and he felt slightly sick to find himself aroused. Danny's fingers curled around the clothes pooled underneath him, and he shook slightly when sticky goo fell delicately onto his naked back.
This ghost wasn’t interested in attacking him.
Danny felt himself go cold at the realization. It was interested in something else, and while Danny might be only fourteen, he had enough of a general idea to get a very bad, very unpleasant picture of what it was.
He tensed, concentrating so he could go ghost again and fight this thing off. The plant somehow read his mind and tightened its grip around him, keeping him pinned onto his hands and knees but giving him plenty of space to breath. A particularly fat tentacle caressed his trembling face, pausing as Danny pulled back in revulsion. The center of the plant mass came sliding toward him and he couldn’t help gasping as he saw into the center. It was a black hole, with a gleaming red spark in the middle that flickered like fire. Fixing eyes with it, Danny froze.
The ghost boy wasn’t sure just how he understood it. It didn’t speak in words. It didn’t exactly speak in thoughts. Danny somehow got the impression that maybe it couldn’t do any of those, yet he somehow understood its feelings.
It wasn’t going to hurt him. It wasn’t angry at him for hurting it and instead was willing to bond with him for freeing it.
Bond? Danny thought, quite sure he hadn’t freed it.
Bond, the plant responded simply and somehow sent a rather graphic image in his head along with the feelings it associated with the act of bonding: pleasure, happiness, fulfillment.
Danny could feel his cheeks flushing as the image refused to just fade away, feeling like he was looking at something incredibly dirty. He was further embarrassed to find that while his brain seemed quite fine to just be confused, his body was reacting to the little daydream the plant had given him. Yet something about this ghost plant told him that it was speaking the truth, that maybe it was too simple, too basic to lie.
It…liked him.
Understanding his unspoken answer, the ghost plant rustled, shifting against itself as it ran its wet tentacles over his bare body. Danny closed his eyes, suppressing a shiver as he felt one slide down his back, another grazing his chest and teasing the spot between his legs. His knees were beginning to hurt from being on them so long, but the plant was responding to his thoughts already, lifting him easily so that it supported most of his weight.
Something was pressing at his lips and they parted involuntarily as Danny, startled, opened his mouth to protest. Something warm was sliding between lips and into his mouth, thick and pulsating with life. Danny almost felt like gagging as it explored his mouth, but was distracted by pressing sensations from his rear. The tentacle in his mouth began to pump slowly, sliding in and out in a rhythmic sensation that was strangely hypnotizing.
Danny made a small noise of pain as the first of the tentacles pressed against his rim and slowly forced its way inside. It felt undeniably strange, like something was filling him up inside, and the boy couldn’t help squirming against whatever it was. His thin body arched as it began the same pumping motion as the thick vine between his lips. Pale, nearly translucent liquid continued to drip from the pinched ends of the ghost plant’s vines. One of them was sliding like a snake along the ground between his legs. It paused just below his hanging member and began to reshape itself.
It was getting very hard to think for Danny at this point. All that seemed to exist was the tentacles supporting him, pumping in him from both front and back, and a vague idea that this was probably very wrong, especially for someone his age. However, all those worries flew away like a flock of startled birds as the tentacle finished reshaping itself and began to touch his sheath, gently, almost teasingly. Danny twitched, feeling uncomfortable as he unconsciously pressed his hips closer to the tentacle.
It enclosed him and he suddenly thought he had an inkling what the ghost plant must have felt as it entered him. He found himself twisting his naked hips back and forth, pushing into the reshaped tentacle – it expanded to give him as much room as he needed – even as the coils around him began to surge with more fervor then before. Danny wasn’t even aware of doing the same, focused on the fat tentacle between his lips, the one pumping into him from behind and the others still caressing his body.
Tearing his face away, Danny let out a soft moan as he started to reach his climax, his fingers curling even more for some sort of grip as he readied himself for the end. It was almost like euphoria, and he was beginning to feel very heated, and lightheaded at that.
The ghost plant seemed to sense this and began to speed up, pumping in and out of the prostrate boy bent before it with more force and enthusiasm than before. Danny felt like he was floating, unable to see as he felt surges of pleasure rising up from his crotch.
A louder moan was pulled from his throat, and his back arched as he let everything go, breathing hard. His body shuddered before dropping to the ground, his face lying on the cold floor as he tried to catch his breath, absolutely spent. The Ghost Plant gently released him, hovering over him and projecting feelings that were decidedly protective
"Danny? I heard something down there, are you alright?" The voice was familiar; Danny's mind was fuzzy, and it was a moment before he realized that it was Jazz.
The plant, hearing the voice, took Danny's clothes in its smaller, more nimble tentacles and practically threw them on Danny as it held him upright, making him temporarily intangible for a moment - just enough so his clothes were on, and rather rumpled looking. It then practically threw him against the wall as gently as it could, so he looked like he was leaning against the wall. He teetered for a moment, but remained standing.
"Danny? Oh, there you are! What..." Jazz looked around the room, now spotting the small plant that was 'waving' in the breeze. She walked over to it, and peered at it for a moment, frowning, and then faced Danny.
His shirt was on backwards.
"Danny? Are you really okay?"
Danny mumbled something incoherent. His dazed eyes traveled slowly from the little plant across the alley from him and to his sister, standing at his side. He looked utterly exhausted.
"Have you been fighting ghosts again?" Jazz whispered after making sure they were alone. She looked genuinely concerned, and pressed her hand to her brother’s pale forehead, looking even more worried than before. "Danny, you're cooking up! Absolutely hot! I think you're sick; I'm taking you home. Come on." Grabbing his wrist, she started pulling.
Danny made an attempt to resist, but he couldn't seem to summon up the will power to jerk his hand away from his sister's concerned grip. Still recovering from the ghost plant's "bonding", he cast a glance over his shoulder at it. It was moving in agitation, and he could feel the possessive hostility toward Jazz starting to radiate from it.
Yanking his arm out of Jazz's hand, he went over to the plant and picked it up, looking at her tiredly. "If Mom or Dad found this..." he left the rest hanging, too tired to continue. He couldn’t help walking a bit stiffly.
Jazz smiled faintly, giving a nod and then leading him up the stairs, to his bedroom. She practically tucked him into bed – despite his weak, indignant protests – and started to reach for the plant that he had left sitting on top of a pile of books. It wriggled, glowing threateningly.
“Danny, I’m not sure if it’s safe to just leave this…” Jazz started. She glanced over at Danny – he was fast asleep, breathing softly under the mass of blankets. The sixteen year-old sighed.
"Well, might as well water it." Shrugging and seeing a glass of water on Danny's headstand, she picked it up and dumped it on the plant.
The plant gave a cheerful rustle, soaking up the water - it sprayed some on Danny's books spread out over his desk as it leaned toward the warm, inviting light of the lit lamp. The previous hostility was quickly fading away and it seemed like nothing more than just an ordinary houseplant now.
"Well, that looks better. I’ll talk to Danny about you tomorrow," Jazz said sternly, setting the glass down beside it and smiling at Danny a last time, before exiting out the door.
"Sweet dreams, Danny," she whispered, before closing the door behind her.
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(Elsewhere...)
"Where is that dratted plant?!" muttered a rather familiar 'genius', who had his house practically torn apart by his ravaging search. "I know I put it over here...this is getting rather tiresome."
Sitting down in a high-backed chair with plush cushions, the white-haired mastermind tapped his fingers on the end of the polished armrests, letting out an annoyed sigh. He was quite sure he had left it someplace secure – he hadn’t been quite finished with his experiments – yet the blasted thing was nowhere to be found. He considered the possibility of his other ghostly creations having removed it; he would have to look into it.
"Damn it."
Vlad Masters was not happy.

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