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Disclaimer: Butch Hartman owns all rights to the show Danny Phantom. I gain nothing monetarily from this but the rapture of writing. Whether you enjoy it or not, well it don’t matter to me. I do this to get the stories off my mind and to ruin my lower back from hunching over the keyboard.

DP Ch 4

"So, what did you get Danny for his birthday?" Jazz asked as she stroked her fingers through Sam's raven locks as they snuggled in their naked embrace on Sam's bed.

"I got him two gifts.” The raven-haired girl cuddled herself in closer to her boyfriend's sister. “The first one is flying lessons. Danny has always talked about becoming an Astronaut so he needs to learn how to fly an airplane."

"Danny can already fly without an airplane," Jazz joked and didn't get anything more than a single syllable laugh along with a somewhat disappointed stare from Sam. She shrugged off the slight and asked, "And the second?"

"I made a photo album for him of all the ghosts we've gone up against over the past four years." Sam fell into a giggle fit at the thought of this special birthday gift. "At least the first half of the album is a Rogue's Gallery. The second part is pictures of me."

"I hope they're tasteful." Jazz smirked and held the naked Goth girl close in her arms as she quickly tweaked a nipple.

"Oh absolutely... not!" Sam gleefully proclaimed as she pushed out of the embrace and rolled to one side of the bed. She yanked up the dark puce colored bed skirt and opened the dresser style drawer under the bed, grinning wickedly. "The pictures are of me naked, playing with all of my special toys."

Jazz peered lustily into the drawer and marveled at the neatly laid out, huge assortment of adult toys and magazines secreted under the bed. "Wow! Aren't a few of these things illegal in this State?"

"I'm not really sure," Sam shrugged and rolled the drawer back under the bed, tossing the bed ruffle back over it to hid the drawer. "I got some of them from my Goth friends I meet up with on-line. We gossip about a lot of things when we I.M. or chat and sometimes we mail stuff to each other. I'm not really sure what a few of them are used for but the handcuffs and manacles have come in handy, after they were modified by your dad, when we’ve gone up against Skulker and other ghosts. Most of the other items are discards from my parents bedroom after they grew tired of them or they're broken and replaced."

"Your parents seem so straight-laced," Jazz marveled as she took Sam into her arms again and they laid down to cuddle and talk some more. "I would have never guess they were into the kinky stuff. But... what do you do when you get something that’s broken?"

"Oh, Tucker is fairly good with his hands," Sam laughed, "and can repair almost anything."

"You have Tucker Foley repairing your sex toys while you're dating my brother!?!" Jazz raged in anger as she pushed Sam to arms length. "How dare you lead my little brother on!!"

"It's nothing like that Jazz," Sam replied defensively and placed her hands on Jazz' tiny breasts to both hold her at bay and placate her by softly massaging the firm flesh. "Tuck has no idea what the things are used for! He thinks most of them are potential ghost hunting gadgets I found on the Internet!"

"Oh, okay," Jazz calmed down and took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. "As long as you're not fooling around with Tucker while you're betrothed to my brother. By the way, where is Tuck? I thought you three were inseparable and he'd be studying with you and Danny." The two ladies resumed their post-sex, cuddle-time activities.

"Valerie Gray finally got down off her high horse and started dating Tuck full time after she learned we had discovered her ghost hunting secret," Sam laughed lightly. "Val figured she can get some ghost hunting tips while hanging out with us but she also loved the fact that Tuck took the heat from her father when we first dealt with the ghost dog. She told me if any guy can take all that fatherly guff from her dad, he would be worthy of her."

"So are Valerie and Tucker out on a date right now?" Jazz asked in slight curiosity.

"If you want to call being out on patrol a date," Sam snorted. "Although, Val's told me they do take a break every so often to make out. No, they're handling the ghost patrols this weekend and next so Danny and I can celebrate ghost free birthdays. They say it's part of their birthday presents to us." Sam looked over to her alarm clock and rolled out of bed. "We've been going at it for a little under an hour now. Thanks for the lessons and no offense, but I want to get back to Danny."

"Do you want to make sure he has his homework done so you two can kiss and cuddle this weekend?" Jazz asked slyly.

"Yep!" Sam donned her thong and pulled it up high, wedging it deep between her very moist pussy lips. She held her hand out and gazed lovingly at the glinting green gem set in a gold ring on her left hand ring finger, "and after your little tutorial, I really feel the need for some special Dan-Shine that only he can give me." She chuckled as she shook her head in amusement and continued to get dressed. "What kinda present did you get Danny?"

"I hope you don't mind Sam, but..." Jazz smirked as she pulled on her slacks, "I want to give Danny a lesson or two also. You know, just to get him ready for the big event next week."

"Whoa."
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Tucker Foley motored along the streets of Amity Park on his white electric scooter as Valerie Gray flew above the rooftops on her sleek, armed-to-the-teeth hover board dressed in her full ghost hunting red outfit and spoke into her wrist communicator. "Hey Tuckereno, ready for a bit of a break?"

"I'm always ready for a break if it's with you Val," Tuck practically sang in a dreamy voice into his wireless Fenton headset. "I'll meet you in the park in the usual spot."

"Last one there has to submit to the other," Valerie sang back and sped off over the rooftops on her hover board.

"Maaaan!" Tucker whined playfully to himself, "if I didn't love having to be subservient to that woman..." He twisted the throttle on his electric scooter and raced at a blazing eighteen miles per hour to the park that was a block away. Tuck was still forty yards out when he spotted Val already hovering there, three feet in the air. The hover board vanished into the soles of her jumpsuit and she landed gracefully in a three point crouch.

Val stood and hit a button on her wristwatch which caused the red ghost hunting suit to disengage from her body and zip into the watch. "Ha!" she crowed with her arms folded smugly across her chest, " I beat ’cha again!"

"You know darn well it's no contest since you can fly and I can't," Tucker playfully whined with a grin and a wink as he pulled up to the bushes surrounding the secluded copse of trees and shrubbery where she was standing.

"You still ain't got that jet engine you took off of Skulker working?" Valerie questioned her boyfriend as she took his hand and led him to the secreted park bench they had moved into the bushes a few months back.

"Oh, I got it working," Tuck said in slight anguish. "It's just that I can't control it when I'm on my scooter. The small wheels can't handle the additional weight and stresses with all the added speed." He took off his Fenton Phone ear piece, plopped down on the bench and stretched out. "Okay Mistress, I'm all yours."

"Just the way I like my Love Stud!" Valerie gushed and straddled his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a big sloppy French kiss on his lips. When she came up for air she smiled evilly at him. "You may play with my boobies, Slave."

"Thank you Mistress," Tucker enthused and slid his hands under the back of Val's yellow tank top to unclasp her bra. His hands remained hidden under her shirt as they circled her body and found purchase under Val's loosened bra cups.

"Oh Yeah Baby!" Valerie yelled as she leaned back, her arms still draped around his neck. "I just might have to reward my Slave today!"

"As you see fit Mistress." Tuck grinned broadly because he knew what his reward would be when Valerie Gray was in such a good mood. He let out a slight whimper when she stood up and stepped back out of reach.

"Drop Em, Slave!" Val ordered brashly.

Tuck lit up like a fully lit Christmas tree being hit by two tons of Napalm. “Right away Mistress!“ He quickly undid his belt and green cargo pants, pushing them down to his knees. The bulge beneath his jockey shorts spoke of what still lay hidden as it strained, fully erect, at the white cotton material of the underwear.

Valerie unceremoniously shoved him back to a sitting position and straddled Tuck's lap again. She hiked up her burnt-orange colored skirt before sitting down on his stiff cotton-covered log. Val's hips began moving forward and back with only his jockey shorts and her flimsy panties preventing them from going all the way in their relationship. "You forgot something Slave," Val ordered harshly.

"I'm Sorry Mistress," Tuck yelped as he hands dove beneath her shirt again to fondle her jugs. "Please don't punish me Mistress, you feel so good sitting on me I forgot for only a second."

"We'll see," Val huffed as her hips slowed down into long, intense strokes. "I'll let you know after I cum."

After a few minutes of the intense almost carnal dance, Tuck couldn't take the building pressure anymore. "May I cum Mistress?"

"NO!"

Tucker's hands left their work on Val's tits as his eyes clamped closed tightly and he firmly grasped the park bench he was sitting on. "Please Val!" he pleaded as he broke character. "The pressure's just too much today!"

"I said no Slave," Val puffed as she changed gears and made quick little jerky strokes on his stiff rod. "I'm not ready... not quite yet. Now, get back to work on my titties."

"Viva La Revolution!" Tucker yelped as his eyes shot open wide and he grabbed her butt cheeks. His fingers deftly pulled aside her panties and one digit swiftly dove deep into her small brown hole.

Valerie Gray quickly got religion as she squealed His name multiple time before she gushed a gallon of girl juice and collapsed against Tucker's chest. He let loose his man seed into his jockey's and fell back onto the bench as his arms wrapped around her back.

"I did NOT tell you to do that!" Val harshed and nestled into his chest with her eyes closed then cooed into his ear, "but I approve of the uprising." After resting a few minutes to regain some composure and strength she reached into Tuck's front cargo pants pocket and pulled out a small flat box of pre-moistened towelettes. Val swung around to sit on the bench before she started to clean up. "Did you pick out our present for Sam's birthday next week?" she casually queried.

"I did my Love," Tucker answered as he got a few wet towelettes and cleaned up his discharge. "We got Sam a gift certificate to resole her combat boots at the Cobbler's Shop downtown. They have some soles made outta recycled car tires. That should placate Sam's concerns for the environment but I haven't picked out a card yet. I wanted to get your input on it."

"Those two are so hard to shop for," Valerie chuckled and nuzzled into Tucker's side. "One's a environmentally concerned rich Goth girl and the other's half ghost. Those are two kinds of people you don't go to any regular department store to buy gifts for." She slapped her hands on her knees as she stood up. "Well, I guess we should get back on patrol... Or would you like to call it a night and head to your house to start on our homework?"

"It seems fairly quiet this evening so maybe we should get our homework out of the way while we can," Tucker sighed and stood.

"Will you be my friend?" the two teens heard from above. Valerie and Tucker looked up to see an extremely large, child-like ghost dressed in footsie pajamas, with bad teeth beaming from his goofy smile. The iris of one of his eyes was larger and a different color than the other, greatly adding to his goofy, ghostly appearance.

"No Klemper!" Val harshed to the specter. "We keep telling you we do NOT want to be your friend!" She hit the button on her wristwatch which deployed her red ghost hunting suit. Val swiftly extended her left fist out at Klemper and pushed a button on her out stretched arm, sucking the ghost into a Fenton Thermos on her hip. She raised her fist to her mouth and blew across it like she was blowing the smoke out of the barrel of an old-fashioned pistol. Her actions took less than two seconds. "NOW we can go do our homework!"

"Whoa!" Tucker Foley was surprised at the quick draw of his woman.
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