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Disclaimer: Butch Hartman owns all rights to the show Danny Phantom. I gain nothing from this but the joys of writing. Whether you enjoy it or not... it matters not to me. I do this to get the stories off my mind and to get a rise out of my readers.

DP Ch 12

In the second floor bedroom of Maddie and Jack Fenton, the large man sat up groggily and muttered, "Bathroom." His legs swung out of bed and he automatically stood up, wavered for a few seconds before he got his balance and he walked out of the room to the bathroom down the hall. His eyes were closed the entire time.

Maddie tossed and turned for a few seconds before she shot up in bed. "Oh damn!" she muttered to no one in the room. "Danny, you sneaky little...!" Just as quickly her emotions settled down and a smile graced her face. "It was eventually going to happen and I suppose Sam wanted it sooner than I thought." Maddie laid back down, snuggled into the soft all-cotton sheets and shoved a spare pillow between her legs.

On his way back from the bathroom, Jack momentarily stopped at his son's bedroom door and put his ear to it. There were mechanical sounds of snoring and the occasional blast of gas being past. (Almost like it had been pre-recorded!) Jack smiled serenely and shuffled back to his bed. "Night Maddie," he yawned and fell fast asleep before his head hit the pillow.

"Good night grandpa Jack," Maddie cooed and pushed the corner of the spare pillow a little deeper under her nightgown.

Across the hall and down a few yards behind another bedroom door Jazz tossed and turned in a fit-full, near sleep state. She didn't settle down until she reached under her pillow and took hold of a long, thin rounded piece of fleshy feeling plastic. She brought the six inch dildo down to her wet womanly folds and rammed it home, bringing forth a content smile. Her body relaxed as her thumb found the corner of her lips and she slipped off into a pleasant, sexy/dream-filled sleep.

Three blocks away, the man and wife owners of the mansion slept peacefully with no dreams or thought to bother them; Jeremy and Pamela Manson’s sleep-inducing prescription medication having done its job.

Down the hall in another bedroom an older, white-haired woman, the mother of the sleeping man, smiled in her sleep and dreamed of days gone by. Ida “Nana” Manson and her husband, who had dies five and a half years ago of a heart attack after a long life, were young again in this dream. Mere teenagers like when they had first met. They were alone on a beach and naked as the day they were born. This wasn't disturbing to the old woman, having had this particular dream many times before as she slept in her bed. No, her dreams nowadays were always of her and her husband when they were young and they were usually naked, although not usually on a beach. Suddenly the couple's peaceful stroll was broken when they came upon another naked couple. The older woman wasn't too surprised by this turn of events either. Her granddaughter, Samantha, often joined her in her dreams. The only thing different this time was that her granddaughter's boyfriend was by Sam’s side in this dream. She looked over the young lad and marveled at how handsome he was with his snow white hair, glowing green eyes and lean, well toned body.

"Nana, Papya," Sam smiled as she led the young man by the hand to the woman and her husband, "this is my boyfriend Danny. We're going to be married for as long as you two were... maybe even longer."

"Hi Nana, Papya," Danny chimed happily, extending his hand to shake theirs.

"You look fairly familiar," Papya smile to the young man. "Aren't you Maddie and Jack's kid? You used to come over to the house all the time before I died."

"Yep," the white-haired lad chirped happily. "Sam and I have been friends forever and we're getting married soon. We just wanted to invite you two to the wedding in person. Mailed invitations are so impersonal now-a-days and it's not going to be a big affair anyway."

"I'll be able to attend," Nana Manson said happily, then her countenance fell slightly as her eyes shifted to her husband beside her, "but Papya won't be able to come."

"We know Nana," Sam cooed as she hugged her grandmother tight, "but we wanted to extend the invitation to Papya anyway."

"When will the wedding be," Papya questioned, taking the two women into his arms.

"Well, it won't be a wedding per se just yet," Danny chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. "Sam's mom and dad don’t know about it but we're going our own route." He perked up a bit and smiled at Nana, "But we want you to be our witness for our little ceremony so that why we're inviting you now."

"I'll be there with bells on," Nana smiled at the couple. "Now Daniel Fenton, why don't you and my Boobalah go off somewhere else and have some fun."

"I knew you knew Danny's little secret," Sam happily cheered to her grandma. "I could never get anything by you. You've always been so perceptive."

"It wasn't hard to figure it out," Ida Manson cooed to her granddaughter. "I mean Danny Fenton, Danny Phantom? And let's not forget the ages, body shapes and hairstyles of the two are exactly the same."

"Not to mention the Fentons are the only ghost hunting family in town," Papya chimed in. "Any half breed, boy/ghost would have to be a result of some accident using the Fenton's equipment and Jack isn't exactly cautious in his work."

"Well, it's always great to see you Papya," Sam sighed and jumped into the man's arms. "I miss you so much grandpa."

"And I miss you too Sammy," the naked man soothed to his granddaughter. "I'm watching over you from Heaven, and I'll be watching over your guy from now on too."

"Thanks Papya," Sam sighed and hugged her grandfather again before she hopped from his arms and linked hands with Danny. "Well, we should be going. Curfew, don't you know."

"It was nice meeting you Sir," Danny said as he shook the man's hand. "I hope to see you again."

"You'll see us again," Nana Manson said to the young couple. "We'll all see each other again in our dreams."

Ida Manson curled up in her bed and enjoyed the dream of her and her husband when they were young and frolicking on the beach. She let out a long sigh and said good bye to her husband before she drifted off into dreamless sleep.

Sam stirred on the blanket on the beach, she opened her violet hued eyes and looked into loving blue ones. "We need to get going soon Sam," Danny said to the girl in his arms. "I think it's close to ten o'clock and we need to get home for our curfew."

Sam stretched out on the sand-warmed blanket and looked around for her thong. "I just had the most wonderful dream."

"I knew you had fallen asleep for a minute or two," Danny chuckled as he pulled up his blue jeans and put on his socks. "I did too. Do you want to tell me about your dream?"

Sam slipped her black, sleeveless muscle shirt over her head and thought for a second. "No, not really. It was about my grandparents. I'm not ready to share those kinds of dreams with you just yet."

Danny leaned over, gave Sam a peck on the cheek and nonchalantly said, "That's okay, I understand." He pulled his white tee-shirt with red logo and trim over his head and stood up. "Well, we’d better get going."

"Don't forget your shoes," Sam giggled and playfully shoved them into his stomach.

"Whoooof," the air was temporarily knocked from his lungs and Danny grunted as he sat back down with a wicked grin to put on his shoes. "Thanks." He gathered the few granola snacks that were left on the corner of the blanket and stuffed them in his pocket before he picked up the blanket, shook it out and swiftly folded it into a somewhat neat bundle. He raised his free fist in the air. "Going Ghost!" The iridescent white ring appeared above his outstretched hand and descended across his entire body.

"Here," Sam said holding out a ten dollar bill that she'd had secreted in her boot. "Leave this for the snacks and the use of the blanket."

"Of course," Danny Phantom chuckled and took the bill. "We don't want to be accused of stealing." He flew into the shack and quickly emerged empty-handed. "I love you Sam and I had a wonder time doing 'it'... All three times."

"Yeah," Sam giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you too and...well," her cheeks flushed a tad as she paused for a second, "do you think you can fly and make out at the same time?"

"I don't know," Danny said as the gist of her question hit him. "I suppose I could if the making out part of it isn't too intense." He picked Sam up in his arms and took off into the night sky. "I'd hate to change back to normal while we're flying fifty feet in the air."

"You know I've always been a bit of a risk taker," Sam growled low as her hand unzipped his jumpsuit, snaked into the front of his black pants and went to work on his growing asset again.

"Whoa!" Danny exclaimed as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm hand fondling his dick. He rolled onto his back letting Sam ride atop his legs while his hands slid up under her shirt.
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