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An Everlasting Trio	By : ShadowProc213 Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 7114 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Since the previous night, when the tiny cursed artifact had practically made a bomb go off in Danny's face, and had begun accelerating Tucker's transformation, Tucker had started to form what might be a few new theories.
Danny, for his trouble, seemed rather powerless in the face of the whole 'ancient curse'. The three of them were actually feeling a little defeated, sitting around the breakfast table. Danny had his usual meat and eggs, and so did Tucker; Sam was still the outlier, eating oatmeal instead. Sam set down her spoon as Tucker bit deep into that slab of cooked ham. "You need to change your diet soon. Especially if you're going to be a girl."
"According to Frostbite, it won't matter." Danny corrected. "He'll end up looking like the priestess regardless. That's a pretty good deal."
"I have an idea about what caused the explosion last night." Tucker announced. "Can you turn into a ghost so I can test something?"
"Sure thing." Danny smiled. "After breakfast."
Jazz practically sprinted past, grabbing some toast for breakfast and biting into it as she headed toward the door. "Bye, guys!" She yelled as she skidded to a stop, needing to open the door before she could step through.
"Thanks for the pants." Tucker announced. Jazz turned around at that, having to be certain that it was the voice she thought it was.
"You're the one wearing my clothes?" Jazz asked curiously, looking the boy up and down, seeing those bell-bottoms and that sweater. The sweater wouldn't have fit her anymore; she looked down at her boobs, those happy reminders of the fact that she'd be leaving home soon. "I admit, I didn't see you as someone who would be trans." She commented. "But I hope it makes you happy."
Tucker really had needed that kind of encouragement. He held out his hand, like he was ready to hold an apple, and a luminescent glow appeared above his palm. "Danny, how do you turn stuff like this off?"
"Calm down and eat your eggs." Danny scolded. "A little supernatural glow never hurt anyone." He announced, the huge smile on his face announcing the irony of his statement.
Tucker finished the rest of the meal with one hand, keeping this energy manifested the whole time. They all went down to the lab, and Danny transformed into his ghost-form. Danny manifested two separate orbs in his hands. In his left, a ball of ice. In his right, a ball of pure ectoplasm.
"We're going to try doing this with a standard risk-increase." Tucker announced. He was getting to take charge for once, and it felt a little weird. "Sam?" He requested, and she raised her palm up to meet his. Despite this glowing essence between them, nothing happened. "Danny with ice?" He requested now, and Danny very tentatively moved the ice ball toward Tucker's hand, watching as it instantly liquefied past a certain point.
"That looks dangerous." Sam commented, taking a few steps back. "You guys aren't actually planning on continuing this, are you? If it reacts like it did before, we don't know what might happen--"
"What do you say, Tuck?" Danny perked up. "You want to do something incredibly stupid?" Tucker immediately pushed his glowing hand toward Danny's green orb, and everyone watched as the spinning green energy vanished into the light hovering in Tucker's hand.
That light disappeared into both of their hands as those hands pressed together. Danny's body returned to its human form, and the glow weaved its way up Tucker's arm, covering him in a faint emerald glow; lifting him into the air before dropping him to the cold laboratory floor.
Tucker fell onto his hands and knees, doubled over and vomited blood as his ribs cracked and hips rearranged into something brand new. A waist that narrowed into an hourglass shape. The hair on his head may have been short before, but those locks extended to over a foot in length. His back arching, Danny and Sam both heard the wool of his sweater tearing as his chest expanded.
When Tucker was left on his knees, gasping and exhausted, Danny and Sam both approached, but Sam was the one who actually helped him up. "Last time, it really did a number on Tuck when the ring transformed him to be more feminine. But last time, it didn't make him cough blood."
Tucker looked down at his hands, and smiled. "It was more intense because Danny used his powers actively, not passively, and my hand absorbed that orb first." Tucker theorized. "If I can focus these hands, they would be the ultimate shield against ghost powers. Maybe even other types of energy..."
"Ultimate shield? Other energy?" Danny interrupted, "Don't get ahead of yourself. We still don't know how long it will take you to learn proper focus, let alone the upper limit of these powers."
"Good. Then we have a project to work on." Tucker plucked one of the bands from Sam's pocket that she usually used for her tiny upper-pigtail, and held it up. "I have no idea how to make a ponytail. Sam?" He asked, and she started tying the hair back. "So, for now, Sam and I can try to get me... acclimated to being in this body. Danny and I can practice how to use powers. These ones seem to function on a similar principle, even if their end result is wildly different." Tucker looked to both of them, expecting an argument, or just a scolding for the fact that he'd basically planned out their lives for several weeks with those two sentences.
"Sounds good." Danny agreed. "I need to go see a pole dancer about what a woman is hiding under a corset. You go get acclimated. I've got hunting to do." He announced, taking off and vanishing through the roof.
"We could pole dance for you--" Tucker stopped when Danny had disappeared from sight, then he just hung his head.
"Don't worry. Whatever it is, I'm sure he's got a great reason." Sam kissed Tucker on the forehead. "Besides, it's only been a day and you're already bursting out of Jazz's sweater. Let's go get you some clothes that fit." Sam and Tucker both got dressed in Danny's room, squeezing him into a new set of Jazz's old clothes. Sam walked up behind him, swiftly sliding her hand down past the waistband of Tucker's bell-bottoms, getting a handful of soft, feminine rump. She slipped two fingers into Tucker's asshole, and squeezed the flesh in her palm.
Sam was ready to continue walking forward, basically leading Tucker with this little anal-fingering, but Tucker stopped dead in his tracks. Turning slowly to face Sam, he looked horribly ashamed, that self-loathing scowl on his face. "I think I may have just wet myself..." He announced, and Sam pulled the bell-bottoms down, sliding her hand further down to be between his thick thighs. She felt the moisture down there, and those thighs squishing together; but she also felt those lips just a little bit above his thighs... and recoiled.
"Tucker, that is definitely not pee." Sam corrected, holding up her very moist hand. "On one hand, smell this. It's vaginal lubrication. I know because, well..." She shrugged at him. "On the other, I didn't actually feel a vagina down there. We need to call Mrs. Fenton, maybe she can tell us what's going on." Sam immediately tried to call Danny... and heard his phone ringing on his nightstand down the hall.
Sixteen blocks away, Danny walked into a very seedy strip club. The cover charge wasn't much, but they had a pathetic line-up for this particular morning. Danny felt it was obvious that their line-up be terrible in the morning, but he needed to talk to someone very specific. He sat down at a table, called over the only waitress in the place, and ordered some bottled water. "Oh, and while you're getting the water, send out the girl with the blue skin. I like the girl with the blue skin." Danny made sure to sound awkward, creepy, and obsessed. Just like most of the guys who came in here. In the morning. On a weekday.
The woman who walked out was in a thong bikini, with a delightful wavy pattern, and plenty of glitter and tribal tattooing all over her eerily blue body, and black hair. "Never thought I'd see you here. Aren't you with that goth girl or something?"
"I'm here for her. Ember." Danny punctuated that last word, and everyone in the club, all three men and both other strippers, flocked to this formerly near-empty table where Danny was sitting. "You were in Walker's prison. Ember. You had Lydia for a cellmate. Ember." He explained. As he punctuated each sentence with Ember's name, everyone else at the able tossed plenty of money up there at Ember's feet. Her black, fake hair fell off as her fiery blue locks came ablaze once more.
"Keep saying my name and I'll tell you whatever you want about Lydia." Ember agreed.
"Well, Ember... I need you to help me recreate the specific tattoos that are, Ember, underneath the top layer. Someone had to see them unobstructed at some point, Ember. You were the logical choice, Ember." Danny continued. His speech was starting to grate on his own nerves, but it was making Ember compliant, and these poor saps just kept on tossing up money, ignorant of the ghosts before them.
"Thanks for the help, little ghost-boy." Ember motioned to the audience, taking her bow, despite most of the audience now being unconscious. "How is Sam, anyway?"
"We're doing pretty well." Danny answered, getting up and dusting off the glitter that just seemed to permeate this whole place, "We're dating Tucker as well. You remember, the tech-expert who you held hostage?"
"Those were good times." Ember said as she picked up her table of crumpled bills, "I'll see you at Fenton Works, after my shift. I've still got a bunch of dances, but I'm pretty sure you've still got school."
Much as Danny hated it when his enemies hinted at his identity, public though it may have been, Ember was right. He paid his tab, walked outside, and flew off toward the school. From there, it was just a few extra hours of obnoxious teachers. By the time he flew home, it was already the late afternoon.
Ember was arriving right in front of Fenton Works, as was Danny. She was dressed far more conservatively than her usual, let alone her stripper attire. Here was a former punk rock goddess, dressed in a modest black denim dress. That wasn't surprising. When she ran up and hugged Danny-- that was surprising. "Thanks so much! I really needed that kind of confidence boost from someone remembering my name, and it always helps when I can activate my powers a little."
Danny pushed her away gently. "Okay, you're welcome, but no hugging. You're still covered in glitter." He scolded as politely as he could. "Come on in." He said, opening the front door. Ember followed him in, and they both soon realized how empty and quiet the place was, considering everyone should be home by now. They started searching the house, unable to find anyone else. "Last on our tour, let's try the lab." When they both walked downstairs, "Granted, you probably remember the ghost portal--" Danny stopped dead in his tracks when he saw what was in the lab.
Tucker was in stirrups, with Jazz and Maddie both looking into his crotch, Jack unconscious on the floor, and Sam glaring up at Danny and Ember. "What the hell is she doing here?" Sam demanded. "Is this the stripper you mentioned?"
Ember did her best to grit her teeth and grin. "He was interrogating me. He didn't even have the common courtesy to look at my boobs while I was dancing. I'm here because he said I might be useful somehow?" Ember quickly deflected the blame, turning to face Danny, arms folded, standing alongside Sam.
"Okay, I may have had a different plan when I left this morning, but now I need to know what's going on." Danny demanded, pointing at Tucker. "And why is he getting a pelvic exam? Last time I checked, he still doesn't have a vagina."
"Well, you're still right about that. I don't see any internal reproductive organs, but there's definitely a vulva. Labia majora, labia minora... a bump that I think is a clitoris, but I'm not sure what's holding that ring on anymore. The penis has basically completely receded into the body, though the tip is still kind of showing-- kind of. I have no idea where the testes went, and I can't find them without either a scalpel or an MRI." Maddie thought all of that aloud, speaking very quickly, then slowed down for the least important part. "By the way, your father lost consciousness when Tucker here let slip that you two are dating. Don't feel too bad. Jack was trying to help my perform the exam, and it is a little uncomfortable for everyone."
"This feels like it would be more tolerable if it didn't happen in weird surges of transformation. Every time Danny does his ghost thing, we both explode." Tucker observed, frowning.
"Every time?" Ember asked. "Have you tried someone besides mister big-shot?" She suggested, pointing at Danny with her thumb. "There's plenty of different kinds of ghosts, each with their own kind of powers. Mind if I hold your hand?" Ember offered her hand, and when Tucker nervously took it, hand cupped like a schoolchild paired with his cousin; "Cool. Now, if the redheaded chick can just whisper my name to me. Don't say it too loud, but say it a lot." Jazz complied, and both Ember and Tucker began to glow gently as Jazz whispered. She went out of her way not to touch Ember, unsure of how her powers worked, but thinking of the times in the past that they'd gotten people brainwashed. "See? Danny's too powerful, but a low-level phantasm like me, who needs constant worship to keep any of her powers going? I can stay attached to you until you finish changing."
Danny walked over past the curtain that hung over Tucker's nethers. "You're getting that white glow going downstairs. How does it feel?" Danny asked with a furrowed brow.
"This one time, when I was getting mouth surgery, they put me on some amazing painkillers. It feels like that." Tucker explained, a dreamy look in his eyes as they rolled back in his head. "Everything down below is getting all tingly. It's weird to be lucid enough to describe it while it happens."
Maddie and Sam both looked at Tucker's half-formed female parts. "Mind if I reach in for a better look? Your labia is doing this wink-and-drip thing that I normally never see in anything smaller than a horse."
"Go for it, Mrs. F; you're the doctor here, heh..." He trailed off, the slow drip of Ember's powers making him just a little loopy.
Maddie did her best to insert a speculum, holding the lips of this freshly formed pussy open. Seeing a new bit of flesh, then seeing the inner pinkness separating; she shined her pen-light inside, and saw further inside up to the cervix... "This is just great." She complained, heaping on sarcasm. "It's like everything is there, but out of those little bits, I have no way of telling if it's properly formed. Between the old penis, the new bumps, and the new flaps, I can't even tell which of those two is a urethra, or if the vulva is finished, let alone the vagina and uterus--"
"Uterus!?" Tucker screamed, only calming down when Sam put her hand on his head, brushing some of that new, luminous hair. He looked at her violet eyes, and relaxed.
"We can't keep doing all of this blind! If we do, then Tucker's gonna get hurt." Sam thought about it. "I mean, more hurt than usual."
"You make an excellent point. I have an idea." Danny stepped around to a position that didn't show all of the genital disarray, and snapped a picture with his phone. "Texting... 'Desiree, is this what the priestess' pelvis looked like? Love, Danny'." Danny pressed the button to send it, then looked around confused at his friends' faces. "What? Desiree is an okay ghost. Sometimes, you have to catch more flies with honey."
"Case in point." Ember motioned to herself just before Tucker stopped glowing. When everyone glared at her, her defense: "I didn't do that." And Jazz got up to look at what might be going on.
"Let go of his hand. You're acting like a morphine drip, and that might not be a good thing." Jazz ordered. When Ember did so, Tucker's eyes fluttered open.
"Hey, everyone. Why do you all look so freaked out? And what's Ember doing here?" Tucker asked, still in a half-asleep state.
"Don't worry about that." Danny advised, closing that speculum and pulling it out, setting the cold metal device on one of the colder metal trays. "Get some rest for now. We'll see you when you're feeling better." Danny punctuated that last part with a loving kiss on Tucker's forehead. With a little help from Maddie, Jazz had their patient out of stirrups and lying down on the examination table. "Let's not worry about Dad. He falls asleep in here all the time, anyway."
"So, about Ember being here?" Sam asked.
"I'm here to help with translating some of the marks found on Lydia. You know, Freakshow's mute little piece-of-ass?" Ember tried to explain, hopping up from the chair beside Tucker.
"Why? What great knowledge could Lydia possibly have?" Sam demanded.
"Remember how you were asking about how the elemental ghosts get their powers?" Danny reminded. It was a conversation that Sam had barely even recorded herself, so she was doubly impressed. "Well, Lydia's tattoos should, with a little extra encouragement, be able to awaken something." He smirked, pointing a finger at Sam's stomach.
"They'll awaken something inside of me? How?" Sam asked, very confused. "You just said we were talking about Lydia's tattoos."
"Because she's not the first person to get them, and she won't be the last. As long as we can properly re-create those delightful marks on you, goth girl, we can give you access to elemental control." Ember let the drama hang heavy as she said that, until Sam burst her bubble.
"Elemental control over what?" She asked. "All I've ever seen Lydia use is creepy vermin-like animals."
"Those were just the surface markings." Ember corrected. "The bottom layer is harder to spot, but it contains several elements all around her. Fire, metal, wood, water, and air; each one taking up a different section of flesh."
"What does any of this have to do with me?" Sam asked.
"Well, our anniversary is coming up in a few weeks, and I know you've been talking about wanting powers like mine... and that you like being unique... and that you've been looking for a tattoo pattern." Danny explained, "I figured, this would be a great way to give you all three of those things. And if you don't feel like being marked, then I've still got time to go shopping."
"And Ember is going to do all this with a prison tattoo?" Sam demanded, face screwed up in shock.
"Not at all. Her boyfriend is." Danny promised, walking over to the ghost portal, which was presently able to select specific ghosts, and scrolled the selection to a pale man in a trench coat, pack of cigarettes hanging from his scarf. "Everybody, say hello again to my old friend, the Ghost Writer, who is finally being paroled from Walker's Prison."
The man stepped through the portal and took a bow. "It's so good to be back." He flew straight over to Ember, "How have you been, my dear?"
"Carving out a niche, thanks to the ghost-boy." Ember responded, letting her beau embrace her as they both collided, hovering off the floor. "Willy, don't grab my butt in front of the humans." She scolded... before grabbing his ass in kind.
Sam put her arm around Danny. "You've been awfully busy fixing the lives of all these ghosts, haven't you?" She teased. "It's almost like you care."
"Caring about them has proven easier than just throwing them into the Ghost Zone and hoping for the best. Even with Skulker. Guy makes a kick-ass soldier... wherever he is." Danny commented, frowning at the author and singer who were making googly-eyes in his basement. "Ember, Will, we need to focus."
"Of course. You said you needed me to write something?" Ghost Writer asked. "Where? It's not like I have my old keyboard."
"Yeah, I know." Danny admitted, first addressing Will, the Ghost Writer; "You're here for your skills, not your equipment." then turning to Sam. "This is actually part of why we needed to bring you in on this right now. I have no idea which tattoo shop you'd like. If I did, then I'd know how much it's all going to cost."
"Don't worry about it." Sam assured him as she pecked Danny on the cheek. "Let's head to Ink Mystics. They're a little expensive, but they're probably the only place that both has clean needles and won't deeply question us borrowing them."
"They're going to gouge me on the price, aren't they?" Danny asked, clearly worried.
"They would... but I'm going to pay. After all, you brought Ember and Will here just to give me this chance. The least I can do is foot the bill." Sam said with a smirk. After all, her parents were stinking rich, and she was fairly certain that the full-body tattoo wouldn't be more than a month's allowance.
The team of four went inside the Ink Mystics building. The rocker in denim, the writer in his scarf trench-coat... in the summer, and Sam in her extra-tight catsuit. Danny was the most normal-looking, and that made him feel a little weird. Everyone here was covered in ink, and piercings, just like Ember.
"Hey, welcome to the premiere tattoo and body modification shop in Amity Park. We're Ink Mystics, but we're thinking of changing the name." The man behind the counter announced to them, leaning back in his chair, keeping his eyes closed. "Please take a seat, and we might assist you... eventually."
Ember gave a glance to the other three, then leaned forward, flicking the receptionist and watching him fall over. "Hi. I'm Ember. This is Danny, Will, and Sam. Sam wants to get some very extensive tattooing done. Bring out your artist, now, or we're going to the next shop."
The frightened human picked himself up, righted the chair, and walked into the back room. Sam turned to face Ember. "You don't need to be mean. These people aren't being rude. They're artists." She snarled.
"No. I'm an artist, Will's an artist. I'd even argue that your boyfriend is a pretty artistic ice-sculptor when the mood strikes him. These people are just on the punk bandwagon." Ember argued back.
The artist came out from behind the black curtain. "I'm Antoine. Who needs their new ink?" He asked, a cocky smirk hidden behind some ostentatious design of an open dragon-mouth across his entire face. Ember just pointed at Sam. "Come on in back." When everyone was sitting down, including their new artist, "Okay, so you guys want me to tat up the living chick. What, specifically? Head, neck, tits, belly, tramp-stamp, or something kinky?"
"All of the above." Ember said aloud, before anyone could explain. "We've also got some very specific designs here, and we want them drawn exactly as we describe."
"I'm guessing you guys are close?" The artist asked. "Girlfriends, or maybe lovers?"
"Of course not. I'm just here to describe the symbols." Ember corrected. "I wouldn't even be here if not for the ghost-boy."
"Danny Phantom?" Antoine held out a hand to shake Danny's. "Nice to meet you. If you'd be willing to do some endorsements for this shop, then I'll do Sam's whole tat for free."
"Done. Let's get started." Danny agreed.
Sam slipped out of her catsuit, revealing nothing underneath but her soft, pale flesh, ready to be marked. Laying down, she took a deep breath while Ember, Will and the artist all chatted about what this would look like. "Danny, how long do you think this will take?"
"Based on previous history with his cell-mates, about half an hour." Danny explained.
"Cell-mates?" Sam asked.
"Of course. We just need Antoine to replicate the designs. Needles would be way to primitive, so we'll have Will use his powers to inscribe the marks into your flesh. Welcome to the wonderful world of the supernatural." Danny explained.
"Okay. This project can either go from the bottom, up; or from the head, down." Antoine explained.
"Head? Lydia was bald. What's more, her scalp was blank!" Sam yelled.
"And, if we wanted to replicate Lydia's powers, then that would matter." Will said. "If you want the full suite of powers I've got planned, we need to shave your head."
Sam rocked her head a little tentatively. "Who's got the razor?" She taunted.
Ember tossed a little extra ectoplasm at Sam's head, and the hair vanished. "Love humans. Little energy, and they just fall apart."
"Okay. Now, if everyone is done arguing, then everyone can get to their jobs. Ember describes, Antoine paints, and Will uses those creepy powers of his to permanently engrave these symbols in Sam's flesh. Incidentally, Sam, lay there, look pretty, follow Antoine's instructions. Squeeze my hand when it starts to hurt, and Will's power always hurts." Danny ordered of everyone in the room, and it was off to work. From describing the symbols, to painting on the geometric forms and tracing the curved bands of runes, to the glowing burn as all of those artistic elements came together. Overall, it took just under forty-nine minutes.
The other three had nodded off in their chairs, a much deserved rest. Danny rubbed his girlfriend's cheek. "Come on. Antoine has a room for viewing completed projects." Danny led Sam into a big room, filled with mirrors on every wall. In here, even the floor and ceiling were mirrors, and the corners between the walls and floor, or the walls and ceiling, were set at an angle to give a better view if it might be oddly placed.
Sam, still nude, wearing only the fresh markings. She looked at one of the angled mirrors, saw the reflection of the ceiling, and saw the black lotus up there. Its petals didn't extend out far enough to follow the curve of her head, but it looked very impressive, with outlines and swirls of violet following the black petals. Looking straight down, seeing the sharp red outer angles of a hexagon wrapped around her upper thighs. Standing with her legs a little further apart, she saw that only her vulva had remained unmarked; and that was a good thing, considering how much the engraving had hurt.
Danny patted his hand on Sam's butt. "Top and bottom are the elements of dark and light. This tramp stamp is wood, complete with roots connecting around..." He traced his fingers around to her navel. "To the Sun surrounding your belly button showing fire..." tickling his way up, he cupped a breast, "To this nice cloud-and-lightning thing on your sternum that shows air. These ringlets in the pattern of a choker on your neck are metal. Best of all..." he kissed her forehead. "This thing on your forehead is a third-eye. It's what gives you access to every other element."
"I can control all of these elements?" Sam asked, looking at herself in the mirror.
"Absolutely." Danny explained. "The gates are open, now it'll just take years of back-breaking practice and training."
"Do you think I look pretty without hair?" Sam asked.
"Tucker and I will both love you no matter what. Granted, you've probably maxed out the amount of body modification that a reasonable person should perform."
"Let's go home." Sam suggested, grabbing her catsuit off the floor, and the two of them left, Danny flying off with her, both invisible as they landed in Danny's room at Fenton Works.
Tucker was lying on the bed, swiping away on his tablet. Setting down the tablet, he looked Sam up and down. "Wow, Sam. You look amazing!" He announced, hopping out of bed. Sam hadn't put on her outfit, so Tucker was getting a real eyeful of his favorite girl. First getting on tip-toes to see her head, then kneeling down, looking up at the stunning woman who towered over him. "Where did you get it all done so fast? You've only been gone an hour."
"The Ghost Writer helped out. And the design is no accident. With some practice, they'll make Sam just as powerful as us--" Danny backpedaled when he realized how that sounded. "By which I mean they'll give her superpowers that no human has had in centuries."
"Okay, I have to know what this one does." Tucker said, poking the orange sun on Sam's tummy.
"Right now, it tickles my belly button." Sam teased, pulling Tucker's head closer to herself, pushing down as she went. "Be a good little girl, and I'll show you all of them. Tongue." Sam ordered, and the dark-skinned submissive, kneeling before her, obediently stuck out his tongue.
Danny was careful enough this time to only go ghost long enough to discard his clothes, then returning to a human form, and kneeling down, right behind Tucker. While Tucker's tongue, rapidly acquiring skills in pleasing his new Mistress as it touched the fleshy nub at the front-most edge of her pussy first, drawing her to press those delectable folds toward him. Sam spread her legs gently apart, both allowing Tucker better access and basically lowering her body onto Tucker's face, her sopping lower lips begging for more kisses from their worshiper's tongue.
Danny, from directly behind Tucker, brought his hands up to caress those pert, newly formed breasts. They were almost the same height, so Danny's erect shaft was hanging down, slapping against the freshly opened slit betwixt Tucker's thighs. Tucker was using both arms to support his weight, but Danny felt the growing moistness there, and reached down, guiding his cock into this luscious black hermaphrodite's pussy. That moment was the first one where Tucker really failed to continue his stream of licking; only because the full thrust of Danny's hard cock left little room to do anything but gasp.
While all three of them were writhing together, it was Sam who heard a silver bell tinkle at the floor. "Did anyone else hear that?" She asked aloud.
Tucker looked down. "My ring! My ring actually fell off!" Tucker yelled, ecstatically. Sam dropped to her knees, groping to pick up the tiny trinket while Danny continued pounding Tucker's eager pussy. She saw her boys playing, Tucker's eyes rolling back in joy as Danny leaned forward, doing his best to wrap his head into a deep and loving kiss with dear, submissive Tucker. Neither of them could quite keep their mouths closed, so they let their mouths hang open at the side, displaying the slithering tongues inside.
Sam grabbed the cock ring off the floor and set it down on the nightstand, not actually moving more than a step from where the other two were. Of course, while it was already interesting enough to look down at Danny fucking Tucker, there was always the fun of a better perspective. "Danny, think you can lift him up? I think those new boobs will look prettier bouncing in a reverse cowgirl position." Sam instructed.
Danny rolled backwards, carrying Tucker with him. "How do I look, Sam?" Tucker asked with a smile, sliding down hilt-deep on Danny's cock. "Boobs big enough?"
"It's not your boobs that are really impressing me right now." Sam admitted. Dropping to her knees, she was eye-level with three inches of thick black shaft. Running her tongue along the lips of Tucker's pussy, which was also being stretched by Danny's cock. As it turned on Tucker more, his pussy juices kept on leaking, and Danny's thrusting became more violent. Sam climbed on top of Tucker, and pinned his shoulders since Danny had his thighs held wide open. "Here we go. No more chastity ring. Now fuck me like a man. Or a woman, if you prefer." Sam demanded, pressing her all-natural bosom to Tucker's magically-fueled pair, and Tucker did his best to bounce Danny's thrusts upward through his own hips; all the forceful, brutal fucking put a real horsepower behind Tucker's newly-freed cock. And each thrust into Sam's moist pussy signaled her to press herself down onto her interracial, supernatural, sissy-sandwich; and every press made Tucker's cock get bigger, until...
It happened rarely, but this was one of those times. Sam actually had a full, squirting orgasm before either of her boys came. "Are you okay?" Tucker asked, slowing down when Sam had grabbed a pillow and screamed into it for what felt like a minute.
"I'm fine, just a little slurp-upton." Sam almost managed to say.
Danny had pulled out of Tucker, and they both set their dear, nude Sam down on the bed, admiring the delighted orgasmic smile that she'd be keeping for at least a few minutes. Tucker turned to Danny. "How do you keep your stamina up for so long? Most guys can't outlast their girlfriends."
"Practice. And Kegel exercises. Those things are great." Danny answered, picking up his phone from next to the chastity ring. It had a message back from Desiree. "Here's something really cool. 'The emperor gives you permission to orgasm.'" Danny announced-- and Tucker let loose as both a spray from down below, and a squirt from his cock.Of course, since Danny had just ordered the orgasm, he also caught it all on his left hand.
"Are you gonna make me eat that?" Tucker asked, a little nervous.
"Nope." Danny answered, walking over to the bed and taking a seat next to Sam in her stupor. "Ever hear of a cream-pie?" He asked, licking a few strands of Tucker's sticky essence off his palm.
"When you eat a guy's cum out of a girl?" Tucker asked.
"Yup." Danny answered. "That sounds like a lot of fun." He beamed, taking a few extra licks of Tucker's cum. "Don't you think?"
"I think it sounds like fun that the ring set a pass-phrase for his orgasms." Sam announced, her first declaration in some time. As she said it, she sat up, her hand already finding it's way to Danny's cock.
"According to the text, we can change it to whatever we want." Danny explained. "I thought it would be fun to use a simple word, but make it so that only Sam and I can actually activate it." Danny suggested, and saw that his words were already re-arousing his beloved hermaphrodite.
"That sounds good, but we still need to agree on what pronouns to use." Sam suggested. "And you're now both too curvy and too well-endowed in the chest for anyone to call you a 'he'."
"I don't care." Tucker admitted. "As long as I'm with you guys." He brought them both into a group hug.
"You're only saying that because any one of us is capable of physically destroying anyone who tries to mess with you." Danny pointed out.
"Security is a big part of it." Tucker grinned. "The other big part is dating two people who are comfortable with me being a hermaphrodite." She continued, completely disregarding that it was all their fault that she'd gone from being a perfectly comfortable eighteen-year-old boy, to being a mocha-colored boy-girl with an hourglass figure. She may not be rivaling either of the Fenton girls for measurements, but her curves were already more dramatic than Sam's, and she still didn't know what touching another ghost might do.
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