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Getting Lucky in Love	By : ShadowProc213 Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > Het- Male/Female Views: 22459 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, any of the related characters, or any other referenced characters. I do not make any money from writing this story.

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Author's Note: The plot here takes a hard left into action and intrigue. Also, for those who might accuse me of stealing the concept of overheating/exploding humans from 'Iron Man 3', rest assured that I had outlined the concept well before seeing the movie. Though, I will admit that it was inspired from a psychic power in the Warhammer 40,000 universe, called 'boil the blood' or 'soulstorm', depending on the book. I wonder why so much sci-fi uses spontaneous combustion?
The time is now 12:15 PM, on Sunday.
Having just managed to wake up on Sunday afternoon, Danny would be happy... except of course for the fact that his parents had just burst into his room and started shouting incoherently about ghosts attacking all over the country. "Ghost attacks! All over the country!"
"Calm down! Both of you!" Came an extra shout from behind them. "These kinds of paranoid outbursts over a simple hoax are exactly what will scar your son for life." Jazz explained knowingly before heading off to the bathroom, towel in hand.
"But we're sure this time. It was even on the news." Jack pleaded.
"Tell you what." Danny said, "We'll listen to everything. Downstairs. We'll meet you there. In five minutes." he managed, not able to break into anything longer than brief sentence fragments.
Pulling on the clothes that they had shed the previous night, and only just now noticed they weren't wearing, Danny and Kitty both managed to stumble down the stairs into the living room. Maddie pressed a few buttons on the remote control for the TV, and CNN blinked onto the screen.
The anchorwoman standing onscreen was in a bright yellow haz-mat suit, holding up a microphone to the speaker-grill on the helmet. "Only an hour ago, this modern art museum in Northern Chicago was filled with almost a dozen people. But as you can see," She motioned to a wall with scorch-marks in the shape of people's silhouettes, "everyone here was turned to ash when a bomb, rumored to have been built by a terrorist group called the Pariahs, detonated."
Danny watched through three more minutes of very biased political rhetoric, and very dry scientific theories. It wasn't until they were interviewing Vlad Masters, one of Danny's most horrid adversaries, that his attention was captured.
"Because it is proven that the group calling themselves 'The Pariahs' are strongly associated with the most malignant of creatures, ghosts, I am placing an open $1,000 reward for anyone who provides information on these attacks. In addition, anyone who provides me with a ghost, intact, will receive $1,000,000."
"If he's pouring so many resources in, then it's not a hoax." Was the only sentence that Danny spat out, and his parents looked at him like he was crazy.
"Son, we know it's not a hoax. It's a ghost." Jack reiterated, leading Danny to just bury his head in his hands.
The time is now 2:20 PM, on Sunday.
At Sam's house, Danny knocked over and over on the door. "Come on, Sam, I know you're in there." He whispered to himself. While Danny was here, Kitty was back at Fenton Works. Partially because she was the reason for the tiff between Danny and Sam; mostly because he'd seen her get clingy when she was overshadowing Paulina, and that was a dangerous habit to nurture.
Sam finally opened the door, and leered at the boy before her. "Come to ignore my advice?" She asked. The question was rhetorical, but that had never stopped Danny from answering.
"No, just to apologize. I don't think that Kitty is a threat, but I think I've found one." Danny said. Sam raised her eyebrow, then stepped aside so Danny could walk in past her.
"What kind of threat?" Sam asked, this time serious.
The time is now 2:25 PM.
They searched for articles about the bombings on the internet, and the information had exploded since Vlad made his big statement. "This is the threat?" Sam demanded incredulously. "Some hoax related to a ghost-worshiping cult?"
"I know it's far-fetched, but I don't think these articles were made by an ad company, or an overzealous newscaster. I think that someone is trying to give humans ghost-powers by filling them with ectoplasm, and this is what happens when it fails." Danny finished. This may not have been the 'old Danny' that Sam had been hoping for, but this was definitely him: a crazy theory, no evidence to back it up, all the conviction in the world, and no idea what to do.
The time is now 11:27 AM, Monday.
It was Monday in the lunchroom when the world changed around Danny. Granted, nothing had been normal for some time now. Dash was acting like his buddy, as was Kwan, though most of the other popular kids saw this as 'going against nature'. The two jocks were even sitting at Danny's table, which only served to throw away all the good will that Danny had rebuilt with Sam and Tucker.
Taking a look around, Sam saw that the kids Dash and Kwan were usually with were acting strange. She decided that it was a good enough reason to interrupt one of the blond idiot's football anecdotes. "Say, Dash, why aren't you with Paulina and star today?"
"They decided to join everyone on this new drug called Archetype." Kwan explained.
"And you guys chose not to follow the crowd? I'm impressed." Sam prodded.
"Don't get too impressed. We're only here with you losers because Lancer has the whole team drug tested regularly." Dash shot a look across the room. None of the teachers were even telling them to quiet down as they were inhaling whatever it was in those little tubes. "Otherwise I'd still be over there with all of them."
"So much for being impressed." Tucker commented. "So, any idea what it is? Synthetic marijuana? Ectoplasmic DMT? Modified cocaine?" Considering how often ghosts had a tendency to drug the students, and teachers, at Casper High, Tucker had started doing research on both the most commonly trafficked chemicals in high schools, and it was quickly becoming an obsession.
"We dunno. They just called it Archetype." Kwan explained.
"It doesn't matter what it is." Danny corrected. "If it's responsible for the stuff on the news..." When he trailed off, glaring at the popular table, Dash addressed Sam in a hushed tone.
"Has he always been like this? I don't remember Fenton talking like this when I was stuffing him in lockers." Dash asked, and actually looked worried.
"This is definitely new." Sam answered. Turning to Danny, she presented what she knew was irrefutable logic, at least as much as she could say while Dash and Kwan were here. "If people are exploding, what's your brilliant plan? Jump on a three-thousand degree grenade?"
"Yes." Danny said, like it wasn't a big deal. "If I need to do it to save someone, I will jump on a three-thousand degree grenade. Let's just hope that people aren't exploding today."
When Danny finished that sentence, they all heard a wild hiss; it was like a branch on power lines, followed by Paulina's heavily accented voice proclaiming. "It works! It actually works!" With her trademark squeal, everyone in the lunchroom was now looking at her, and a good deal of them gasped at the sight. "Soon, I'll be Amity Park's new ghost-girl!" Paulina bragged, motioning to the bright glow emanating from the center of her body.
Her flesh was turning black as crude oil, crackling green fissures appearing not only near her eyes, but on every surface of exposed skin. Though everyone else just stood there in awe, this was exactly the type of situation that Danny and his friends were skilled with. As Danny charged in, both of the jocks and the one geek from his table were left stunned by the whole scene.
Kitty and Sam just gave each other a brief nod before flipping their lunchroom table up onto its side. The chains that were meant to prevent theft now kept it from turning over completely, creating a wall of plastic-coated metal between them and the conflict. Sam turned to Dash, and spoke with certainty. When disaster struck, it was normally her job to get people to safety. Today, she had a shortcut. "Dash, tell these people to run. I don't care how." Sam ordered.
Dash did the only thing he could think of. Literally. He voiced his only thought. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Came out of his mouth as a shrill, girlish scream before he dropped to his knees.
"Great job." Sam said. Having seen those news articles, complete with 'attempted scientific reconstructions', and now seeing the brightness of the light coming from Paulina, Sam was sure that the explosion be horrible. Still, Danny was here, and he might be able to stop this...
Marching up to Paulina, Danny asked the most obvious question. "What the hell are you doing?" he demanded, seeing her feet lift up off the ground, swirling energies beneath her.
"Don't you get it?" Paulina yelled, the power in her body beginning to distort her voice. "Once Archetype gives me powers, there's no way my beloved ghost-boy could reject me!" The pitch just got progressively lower throughout that sentence.
"You need to calm way down. These powers are obviously unstable. If you don't stop using them, they'll destroy you and everyone around you!" When Danny explained that, hands held out in front of him, wrists burning and blistering as he offered them to her, Paulina didn't take it well.
"Why should I listen to anything you say!?" Paulina screeched, grabbing both of Danny's wrists. "You're just afraid of me. Jealous of me, just like everyone else!"
The green light breaking through her consumed the darkness that was once flesh, and Danny saw over a dozen people that had been at that table with Paulina, standing behind her, all in shock. They'd been taking Archetype, they were just fine... and Danny had the most horrifying thought since Vlad being in love with Maddie: whatever was making this happen to Paulina, he had no idea how to stop it.
Taking the wrists that Paulina was gripping, and swinging his whole body, Danny hurled the teenage girl into the wall. Her grip didn't loosen, and he was carried right along with her. When he saw that shade of pale green flesh fade to a bright white glow, Danny felt her fingers burn their imprint deep into his wrists. He used exactly the worst kind of plan.
"Everybody," Danny shouted, "hit the deck!" Though the phrasing may have been antiquated, mostly because Danny was borrowing it from an old movie, but everyone did duck down on the floor. Danny himself just slammed the full weight of his body into Paulina, covering as much of her body with his own. He tried to place the energy of a ghost-barrier around her, but fizzled away before he could even try to shape it.
For Danny, everything was over quickly. Not permanently, but quickly. But for Sam, Kitty, and the others, they saw a blast hit the walls of the lunchroom, and Danny hit those walls along with it. Peeking out from behind the upturned table, Sam saw most of the popular kids, still just fine. "Tucker, make a note. We need to get our hands on some Archetype, and analyze it. Carefully."
Tucker perked up immediately at that sentence. "Does that mean I can--"
"Tucker, if you ingest Archetype, I will murder you." Sam snarled at him.
Dash couldn't help but be distracted by the aggressive girl next to him. "You are so hot right now." He flirted. Dash wasn't very good at flirting, but Sam was just glad he wasn't directly making crass sexual comments. Vague comments were easier to ignore.
While the normal teenagers were dealing with each other, Kitty sprinted out to check on Danny. Leaning down over him, she managed a fake smile. "You're going to tell me that this is a copy, right? That the real you is laying in bed, because you're awesome and you saw this coming, right?"
"Nope." Danny answered, managing to return the smile with a pained one of his own. "I just jumped on a three-thousand degree grenade. That was stupid. How many people are hurt?"
"A lot of minor burns, and plenty of bruises, probably. Other than that, nobody got hurt but you. And Paulina..." when Kitty trailed off, Danny knew exactly what had happened.
Danny tried to sit up and say something, but couldn't even lift his arms. It took over four hours, most of which Danny spent unconscious, but he finally woke up in a hospital bed.
The time is now 4:00 PM, still Monday.
Waking up was usually pleasant, though recent mornings had been a reminder to expect the unexpected. This time, when he woke up, he didn't see Kitty's soft face, or hear his parents' panicking. He saw Vlad's sunken and disapproving eyes. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Daniel."
"Vlad. Always a nightmare seeing you." Danny mocked.
"Now, sweetie, that's no way to speak to the man paying for your medical treatment." Maddie scolded gently, stepping out of the hallway. "I know Vlad can be a creep sometimes, but we needed his help. Your blood was practically toxic with a crystalline substance similar to ectoplasm."
"And I had all the necessary filtration equipment to save you." Vlad smirked. "I even opened up a Danny-sized loophole, just for you, in that bounty I released to the public."
"Why would it need a loophole?" Danny demanded.
"Well," Maddie started answering, "We think there may be some side effects from the crystals..."
"She means that you are a half-ghost." Vlad interrupted, sneering at Danny. "Kind of like the ghost-boy. And we don't want you hunted after having saved so many people."
"Like the ghost-boy?" Danny questioned, managing to sit up before almost collapsing. Maddie rushed over to help him up, bringing a plastic wastebasket up to Danny's mouth just in time for him to vomit up what clearly looked like blood, sparkling with green bits. Gripping his gut, just trying to keep from hurling again as he decided to ignore their statements about the ghost-boy. Turning toward Vlad, he managed another question, "Were there any casualties from the blast?" before vomiting again.
"Danny," Maddie put her hand on his back, trying to soothe him. "You can't blame yourself for something like this. You did everything you could... probably even more than you should have."
"She's right, my boy." Vlad agreed. "While everyone else still experienced a significant blast wave, and many had injuries of varying degrees, the only confirmed fatality was somebody named Paulina."
"Next question." Danny continued, trying his best to maintain some composure. "If you were able to filter my blood, why am I still so sick?"
"The short answer is that I'm not finished." Vlad shot, teeth gritted, glaring at Danny. "We had to get the toxin out, and your blood fried every piece of medical equipment that we attached to you. The only answer was a few million nanites, injected into your bloodstream, ready to attach themselves to the toxin. And behold, your body proves completely capable of spitting it all out... now that we've put a big red flag on them for your immune system."
"The stuff in my body... the stuff that fried Paulina..." Danny managed. "It was called Archetype. I'm not sure who, but someone is selling it as a drug." When he glared back at Vlad, Maddie didn't think much of it, but the two were having a duel of wills. After all, Danny wasn't sure how, but he was sure that Vlad was responsible for this stuff being distributed. It took more effort than usual just to stand up, but he managed it. "Of course, there aren't very many who would have the resources for a scheme like that."
"What are you implying?" Vlad demanded of him, only to be answered by a swift impact from Danny's glowing hands. "What is the meaning of--" He stopped speaking when he saw Danny began to change into his ghost form. Right in front of Maddie.
"I'm implying that you're involved with Archetype." Danny reiterated, "And that it's a weak enough substance that I can burn it all away." At those words, his transformation completed, with a few extra sparks from the Archetype in his body. "Come clean, about everything, and I promise to go easy on you." He announced, winking at the word 'everything'.
"Danny, you're the ghost-boy!?" Maddie practically screamed, still in shock.
"Yes he is." Vlad said to her. "Clearly, you should be catching him." he instructed, pointing at the teenager, almost yelling at Maddie.
Danny blasted Vlad, who reflexively changed into his own ghost-form. "Hi there, kettle, my name's pot!" Danny mocked, "Hey, look, we're both black!"
"Danny, listen to me!" Vlad demanded, splitting into three of himself, speaking in unison. "I am NOT responsible for Archetype! Think about it. I'd have nothing to gain from blowing up teenagers, except perhaps for laughing while I watch you in your bouts of guilt-driven 'teen angst'..." He growled, the frontmost of the three picking up Danny by the collar of that black haz-mat suit. "And now that you're fighting me, one-on-one, what is your brilliant plan?"
"Even the odds." Danny announced, mockingly, as he created three duplicates of himself, each jumping in a different direction. One to the left, one to the right, one kicking Vlad hard enough to make him let go of the original, who dropped right next to Maddie, who was obviously not handling this well.
The original Danny landed next to Maddie, and started trying to snap her out of her stupor. "Come on, Mom. This is you and me, fighting the Wisconsin Ghost, together. Bonding. You love bonding--" His sentence came to an abrupt stop when one of Vlad pinned him to the wall, a cluster of purple energy wrapping itself around him.
Vlad's glowing red eyes were focused entirely on Danny, "You made me reveal my ghost form to the woman I love... and now she knows that we're both freaks." Vlad proclaimed, all of the duplicates in the room driving their glowing fists through the Danny-copies. "Tell me, Daniel, how does it feel to know that your own mother is terrified of you? That she hates you as much as she hates me?"
"Like if my life doesn't matter," Danny boasted, barely holding Vlad's fist in place. "Then I've learned a new trick!" Ejecting his original being toward Maddie, covering them both in a shell of ectoplasm, trying to hold it in a dome large enough to cover Maddie. With nobody else in the room, he felt comfortable pumping a massive amount of energy into the duplicate left under Vlad, and it burst the same way that Paulina had, though much faster. The entire hospital room was covered in the blackened and burned surfaces of the explosion, Vlad was forced to use a barrier just like Danny's, but the area directly around Danny and Maddie stood pristine.
When Danny reverted to human form after that display, Vlad just grabbed him again. Though the shockwave had done nothing to get Maddie's attention, the image of her son in danger and without his powers was the perfect wake-up call. "Hands off my baby!" Was the battle-cry as Maddie intervened with her ectoplasmically-enhanced staff, spinning it in the air between strikes to Vlad's form, which she swiftly kept pinned with the staff itself. Tossing the Fenton Thermos over to Danny, she just pointed at Vlad.
"If you insist." Danny agreed, blowing gently at the last Vlad in the room, turning him into vapor.
"Danny, did you just..." Maddie trailed off.
"I'm sure Vlad is fine, wherever he is." Danny shrugged. "Jerk didn't even show up to fake saving me, just sent a duplicate. What a tool."
"And you can both make duplicates?" Maddie asked, confused.
"Yup. I'm up to, six for my max, I think." Danny answered.
"And you're the Amity Park ghost boy?" Maddie asked further, clearly uncomfortable. "This isn't just some ghost's trick?"
"I didn't want to tell you like this, but yes, I'm a half-ghost." Danny answered, offering his hand to her. "Think you can forgive your teenage son for keeping a secret?" He asked of her, and was answered with a tackle that he initially thought would lead to another fight, but instead she just hugged him tightly.
"Danny, of course I forgive you." She assured him, retracting the staff and sheathing it back in her boot. "But I have no idea how we're going to tell your father." As she looked around at the damage done to the hospital room, she looked back at her son. "Are all your powers this destructive?"
"Not usually." Danny tried to explain. "The blast was only supposed to be big enough to knock Vlad back a few feet, not trash the room. It's kinda hard to gauge this stuff the first few times I use it."
"Well, the hospital knew you were full of Archetype." Maddie reminded him. "They can't hold a few explosions against you. And if they do, Vlad's name is on the forms!" She joked, sharing a genuine laugh with her son at Vlad's expense. "This is probably gonna sound weird, but, can you carry a passenger when you fly?"
Taking Maddie's hand, he mused aloud, "I love having mad scientists for parents." as he went ghost, turned them both intangible, and flew up through the roof of the hospital, his mother's face lit up.
"Danny, you are very good at this." She commented, just before Danny landed them in front of Fenton Works, surprising Maddie. "How did you get us here so fast?"
"My top flight-speed is just over 140 miles per hour." Danny boasted, changing back to human form before they walked in the front door.
"Danny!" Shrieked Sam happily, slamming into him, blindly wrapping her arms around him. "We all thought you were still injured. From the blast at school--"
Pushing Sam away to about arm's length, Danny started explaining. "We shouldn't be hugging quite that close. You'll make Kitty jealous." He smiled softly, honestly rather proud of what he'd managed today.
Kitty approached beside them, "I don't mind that much." She said aloud, leaning in to whisper, "After all, sharing is caring." in Danny's ear.
"I don't think the Archetype crystal can actually hurt me. Thank you, ghost powers." He said, only for Sam to motion silently that he should be quiet because Maddie was standing right behind him. "Yes. I know she's there."
"And I'm about to tell Jack. By the way, Danny, is there anything else you'd like to come clean about before I tell him?" Maddie asked.
"Okay. I've been going on expeditions of the ghost zone, we have a roster of which Fenton equipment does and doesn't work right, Kitty is a ghost, who I have been sleeping with, but is just one of the many ghosts besides Vlad that I've encountered so far." When Danny finished speaking, his mother was left once again with a look of dull surprise. "I think that's everything."
"Okay, that all sounded good, except the fourth thing, but I think your father and I should be more involved with the ghost hunting that you're doing." Maddie analyzed quickly. "Oh, and I can't wait to see the rest of your powers in action, dear." She said before pecking him on the cheek and sprinting up the stairs.
"She just took all of that way too well." Kitty commented.
"We fought Vlad together. It was a bonding experience." Danny told them. "So, how's the rest of the school reacting to the explosion?"
"Suffice to say, you're a hero, dude." Tucker said from his seat on the couch, pressing a button on the remote so the TV continued at a normal volume.
As the TV began speaking, the four teenagers in the room stood and watched while Tucker's statement was confirmed. "Earlier today, an event similar to the attacks perpetrated by the Pariahs occurred right here in Amity Park." The perfectly-coifed reporter-on-the-scene explained. "However, unlike at every previous attack..." the reporter motioned to a life-size shimmering green statue of Paulina. Its features were somewhat vague below the neck, but the arms were still out at her sides, frozen in the same position where Danny had been restraining them.
"Something was left behind. Both this statue, in the image of a girl who was at the center of the explosion, and enough living witnesses to identify the explosive method. While the origin of the statue is still unknown, the reason for the number of survivors is entirely the actions of one boy. Though he is currently alive and in intensive care, he is not expected to survive the night." When she finished speaking, Tucker hit the mute button, and subtitles showed up for each of the different interviews that followed.
Tucker finished with, "They've been playing all kinds of stuff like that, just repeating the same so-called investigation since noon. Over and over. Complete with plenty of interviews from all of the kids that ran off and didn't see anything."
"Any thoughts from Team Phantom?" Danny asked the room.
"I've got one." Sam offered, "What kind of psycho sculpts a shrine to Paulina?"
"It wasn't sculpted. Nobody could have carved a picture out of stone fast enough for when they started showing it on TV." Tucker thought aloud, keeping a monotone about the whole thing, clicking the button to turn the TV off. "Maybe it's just an after-image. The earliest interviews were with Star, and she said that Paulina had taken twice as much Archetype as anyone else. Maybe that's why she..." Tucker couldn't even finish the sentence.
"Tucker, the information is useful, but you aren't doing yourself any favors by obsessing over it." Danny advised, "Go home and relax. We can all talk about this stuff tomorrow."
"What if the kids at your school are all off Archetype for good after seeing this?" Kitty asked.
Sam decided to answer, "If that happens, I guess our problem solves itself for once." She brought Tucker to his feet before actually addressing him. "Come on, Tuck, we should leave the two lovebirds alone. Danny's earned really earned this." Sam smiled softly while both she and Tucker walked out the door, only for it to turn slightly malevolent as the door closed.
Turning to Kitty, Danny decided to just ask about what he knew Sam would be sneering for. "My parents are behind me, aren't they?"
"Nope. Just your father." Said Jack, putting his hands on the boy's shoulders and spinning him so they were face-to-face. "Your mother seems to think this ghost-boy situation might be our fault. And I promise, son, we'll do everything we can to help--"
Kitty interrupted, already upset. "To help what? Help fix him? Help save him from being a ghost? It's not that bad, barring people like you." She ranted at Jack, glaring.
Jack was more than a little surprised. "I was going to say help him understand the powers. Help hunt the monster ghosts. He told Maddie that he'd let us help with the ghost hunting." By the last few words, Jack sounded like little more than a big kid listing off an overzealous list of birthday wishes.
"Okay, now you both need to calm down. Dad, go spend some time in your lab, do some needlepoint, everyone needs to chill today." Danny ordered them both, holding a hand to his head. While they both looked dejected, he kept going. "I promise we can do some really fun ghost hunting stuff after school tomorrow." With that promise on his ears, Jack took off toward the lab.
Around 8:00 PM, still Monday.
Kitty tossed her disguise aside onto a pile of dirty clothes. Her hair reverted to its natural style, and fishnets seemed to just materialize while she stripped. "You aren't seriously going to help them hunt ghosts tomorrow, are you?"
"Remember, Kitty, not every ghost just wants a place to belong and be left alone. Some of them are really dangerous. Spectra, Skulker, Vlad, even Johnny, remember?" Danny reminded her, putting a hand on her shoulder before letting himself turn intangible, and thus making the clothes fall through him. "Those are the kind I hunt. That doesn't change just because you're here."
Kitty hugged him tightly, pressing every squishy bit of herself against his body. "It's not about that. I'm worried about you. You've gone from being like you were before last week... then today you were ready to do something completely suicidal... and just to top it off you revealed your secret to your parents today. Where does this reckless streak stop?" She asked, finally easing up into a position with her head resting on his chest.
"I know I haven't quite been myself, but that's because I haven't been as afraid as I used to be." He admitted, running his hand through those green locks of hair on Kitty's head. "And I don't know why that is, but I know that it'll end when it needs to. Besides--" He stopped to kiss Kitty deeply, sliding his tongue along the inside of her lips. "-- isn't the reckless, fearless Danny the one you fell in love with?"
When he reminded her of that, Kitty reached down to fondle Danny's already-hardened shaft. "Not really. I always liked you, it just took the reckless Danny to punch my ex in the face." She answered, still stroking gently as she leaned in to lick along the outer curve of his ear. "What's wrong, hands paralyzed?"
"Yup." Danny taunted, clearly kidding, "Better improvise." he managed to slide himself down on the bed, still not out of reach for Kitty to continue her ministrations, but positioned perfectly for him to start tonguing at her clitoris. While he did that, eventually slipping his tongue in a few times between the swirling motions around Kitty's minuscule bump of pleasure, she placed a hand on his head, pulling that wonderfully moist mouth deeper.
"You know, you could've just made a duplicate to do this..." Kitty suggested. "Then we could have kept kissing."
Danny popped his head up for just a moment to respond. "Know I know why you want us to have a threesome with someone." Before digging in again.
"That's not really why. It's obvious that Sam has a thing for you. It's why she hates me so much." Kitty explained. "Not just that, but I think you like her back."
When he heard that, he actually stopped eating her out, "Kitty, that's nuts. I'm with you, Sam and I are just friends, there's nothing going on there." Danny tried to explain, and Kitty tightened her grip on his cock to keep him from trying to make any further excuse.
"I trust you, and I'm sure you believe that, Danny." Kitty said soothingly. "Now close your eyes." She instructed, in a voice that was imitating Sam perfectly. Though Danny wasn't doing as he was told, and his heavy breathing was arguably now less from excitement and more from mild terror, Kitty leaned her head down to lick from the base of Danny's shaft up to the tip, announcing in that voice, "Oh, Danny, this is the only meat you'll catch me eating." and smiled up at him, changing those blood red irises to violet.
"How are you even--?" Danny tried to question, only for Kitty, whose hair was rebuilding itself to mimic Sam's shorter hair and tiny ponytail, to leap on top of him, landing perfectly with her mouth on his and a few grinding pelvic motions helping Danny's cock just barely find its way inside of her. Her tongue pried its way into his mouth, and dragged it past her own teeth; as she bounced atop him, holding his arms by the wrist against the headboard.
"Come on Danny, say my name." Kitty ordered, an entirely illusory duplicate whispering in Danny's ear so she wouldn't have to stop kissing her ghost-boy. "Say the name of the girl you love. Right now." She ordered as the real Kitty slammed herself down hard, actually getting Danny to burst inside her.
When she felt that squirting inside of her, and loosened her grip on his wrists, he breathed the name, "Sam..." right into Kitty's ear. Gaining his composure quickly, he put his arms around Kitty, pulled her close, and said exactly what he was thinking. "I hate you right now, Kitty. But you win. I do probably have a crush on Sam." Danny admitted.
"See, now?" Kitty said in a soothing tone, "Doesn't that feel better?"
"You don't feel bad about your boyfriend liking someone else?" Danny demanded.
"Of course not." Kitty answered, letting out a chuckle as she climbed off of him, not letting her face get any further away, though she was now laying beside him instead of atop him. "I spent a big chunk of my afterlife with a jerk who constantly tried to cheat on me. I think I can live with this." She smiled, kissing Danny again gently before laying her head down.
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