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The Dark in the Island	By : Shotahunter1851 Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom Views: 5429 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dark in the island
Chapter seven: Broken hearts

Black ravens flew over one of the many courtyards of Casper Fortress just under the black skies and the pale moon, starving despite feasting on the dead and the dying all day long, cawing among themselves as their eyes watched with eager anticipation at the ongoing battle just beneath their wings. Several beams of light passed across the courtyard that was quickly answered by an array of musket fire and green energy rays. Jack Fenton aimed his trusty rocket launcher at a hideous group composed of several musketeer zombies and bipedal worm monsters that he quickly dispatched in brutal fashion once the rocket impacted in the group center, bits and pieces scattered around.

Maddie on the other hand focused her attention on a pair of glowing white snakes that crawled out of the corner gutters running over a maggot monster, the two creatures wriggled as the woman unleashed a fray of energy slugs over their bodies. Green blood spilled out announcing their demise making the woman smirk. The stone railing that she and her husband were using as protection was suddenly impacted by a well-aimed cannonball coming from one of the towers sending both away but without any harm due to their bodysuits that also acted as body armor, the material their suits were made of was identical to Kevlar and in theory, could stop a bullet from a modern gun but neither of them wanted to put it to the test, not in actual combat at least.

“Son of a bitch!!”- Jack cursed as he got back on his feet while producing his version of the M79 grenade launcher which he christens as The Booper. “Straight back at ya!!”- the large man added as he stretched his arm out.

The explosive made a curve in the air impacting directly in the middle of the tower and creating a green color flame killing all the zombies that manned the cannon instantly, a few undead were tossed out into the castle garden due to the shockwave. Not having to worry for headshots as the movies made people believe was the only way to kill such creatures made things exceptionally easy for the ghost hunters who constantly used explosives on large groups and body shots as those were easier, Jack reloaded his Booper and attacked the second tower destroying the cannons before they could be used against him and his family while Maddie kept the rest of the creatures at bay with her assault rifle.

Jazz mounted her machine gun by the stone balcony that overviews the entire courtyard and served as protection against the energy rays and musket balls as she mowed down the oversized wolfs, Ectopuss, and their dreadful white-colored variant with her automatic fire. The show of lights the weapon made was astonishing, to say the least, the canine monsters rolled over the ground whimpering as a short burst of green fire and sparks came out from the wounds, Jazz took special cruelty with the bipedal worm monster that burst into a gooey green mass which further disgusted the redhead, her three friends did their very best to support her during the battle.

Sarah made her stand by the top of the stairs shooting down at any zombie or monster that tried to flank them, by now, the blonde-haired girl had racked up quite a kill count, nearly fifty which made her feel most proud as she looked at the pile of undead, she couldn’t fire at long range with the same precision as Jack or Maddie nor control her fire rate like Jazz who were clearly expert hunters, but even she could kill a slow-moving zombie at close range. Brittany decided to stay next to Jazz and fight from a more concealed position, she smiled long and wide upon taking down several zombies and two Ectopuss that got too close for comfort, her marksmanship left much to be desired but was now pulling her weight.

“Goddamn it!”- Wes cried out as he aims his rifle and fired at the musketeer zombie in short bursts.

The three energy slugs passed next to the undead not even close to him as he reloaded his musket, Wes growled in frustration as he repeated the attack two more times only hitting the undead once in the belly which didn’t earn the teen a reaction, Wes ducks’ moments before the zombie fired missing by mere inches. His “duel” with the undead had lasted for more than seven minutes, it was becoming most frustrating as he had the superior weapon and a better position, even so, hadn’t been able to kill the zombie, the boy frowned as Sarah cheerfully declared to have slain a werewolf forcing him to turn around and see how Brittany gunned down three zombies in a row making him clenched his teeth, Jazz went without saying given the pile of undead corpses.

It was then that he noticed Tristan the Ghost Writer who placed his camera over a tripod to better film the action just behind Jazz, the man was behaving as if he were filming a movie rather than an actual battle, his smile was disturbing, to say the least, which made Wes want to smack it off his smug face. The writer then turns his attention towards him and begins pointing his finger while yelling something but the sounds of explosions and gunfire didn’t allow him to understand what he wants, surely something stupid, just as Wes brings his attention back to the zombie saw him squatting over the stone railing, he didn’t have the time to get out of the way as the undead plunge him to the ground wanting to bite his face off.

Wes’s weak nerdy arms could hardly push the maggot-filled corpse away, he couldn’t take hold of his pistol as he needed both arms just to keep the monster away from his face. Terror filled his entire being as he wanted to cry out for help but no words came from his lips, the zombie’s head exploded. The boy then managed to shove the creature to the side, he then looked where the gunshot came expecting to see Jazz who he assumed rescued him, but no, his lips became dry upon seeing Tristan holding one of the redhead’s pistols, smoke coming from the barrel. Wes shakes as he realized the writer who never used a firearm before managed to land a perfect headshot more than thirty meters away.

More than feeling grateful, Wes felt humiliated as nothing that he did or try led to any results. Jazz surely, saw him a nuisance by now seeing his poor or rather ridiculous display, it was then that his eyes set over the entrance leading back to the fortress and noticed the Army team rushing in, firing their energy rifles at the crowd of zombies, great hunters with powerful weapons had arrived, Jack gave commander Tanya a nod before bringing his attention back to the battle. Rather than feeling relief for the reinforcement, Wes could only see them as piranhas in his fish bowl.

“Heads up guys, more zombies, and Ectopuss over the outer wall.”- Jack said through the intercom.

Everyone momentarily turned over to the massively tall wall that easily reached sixty meters in height made with huge stones that seemed overkill. Tristan more or less knew medieval castles had tall walls but rarely ever past the twelve meters in height, not even the Chateau de Coucy with its fifty-five meters tall tower could compare with almost any structure scattered across the fortress, many would consider the wall as a waste of resources and overkill but judging by the number of giant monsters, the flying oversized mosquitos that roamed the island along with the monster snakes that could easily climb over most structures, such walls started to make more sense.

“I got them”- Danny said through the intercom making everyone smile though it was Jazz who asked for his whereabouts. “I’m at a church belltower, got a full view of the wall and the courtyard”- the boy said as he aimed his long sniper rifle.

(XXXXXX)

Zombie heads popped like balloons one after another under Danny’s superb marksmanship, his crosshairs gently dance over the Ectopuss that met with the same fate as its humanoid counterpart, one undead soldier aimed his musket at the belltower having determined where the attack was coming from and fire his old rusty musket, but the ball fell short as the sniper was located at more than six hundred meters away, easily six times the effective range of the zombie’s weapon. His head exploded no different from the rest, it was then that Danny raised an eyebrow as two familiar figures come out from the opposite side of the wall where the ghosts were coming out.

Andy and Fran alongside their white tiger came out gun blazing while yelling, their clothes tattered and their expression darkened. They too had seen hell and it had transformed them into actual fighters, their pistols fired at the zombies as their tiger despite being named “Scaredy Cat” rushed at the nearest ecto squid, ripping its tentacles, Danny made sure to slay the remaining zombies from the wall as to make things easier for the ghost hunters.

“What the hell is that?”- Maddie said through the intercom.

The boy readjusted his body and moved his scope further down towards the building from which the monsters were coming, he gulped down as four strange faceless humanoid creatures marched out, their skin had a tint of purple, morbidly fat with web feet, most notorious was that their hands had been replaced with long metallic tubes. The creatures roared as they stretch out their arms and unleashed a torrent of fire, making Danny gasped out, his parents quickly got out of the way by ducking down letting the stone wall take the full force of the blaze, it was the first time anyone had seen such a diabolical creature. Jazz quickly began attacking the flamethrower monster before they could get close enough to be an actual threat.

Jeremy, Paulina, and Star silently observed the ongoing battle from the belltower now fully understanding the mess they signed up for, the Latina had seen several zombies and some other horrific monsters but not in such large numbers or so well organized, the three of them honestly thought the initial skirmish was a fluke, nothing more than a one-time event that wasn’t bound to happen again. And yet, the monsters weren’t the braindead animals that Dash assured were, no, these creatures were smart as they constantly hunted the hunters, trying to lure them into a kill zone, setting up ambushes, the nuns that Danny killed were a prime example.

“This is madness.” Jeremy muttered as Paulina and Star took hold of his hands seeking paternal protection.

Jeremy didn’t think much of the ghosts or the ghost hunters, always being nothing more than a simple footnote on the daily news, hardly getting more than a few seconds on television before the sports news took over, how could he take it seriously when the hunters dressed like some tribal witch doctor or came up like a religious fanatic? Worst yet was the Fenton family with their queer skin tight colorful suits that left nothing to the imagination, if such weirdos could kill a ghost, then there wasn’t anything to fear, surely, the proper authorities were much better prepared to handle any ghost-related problems, but it was clear none of the high commands were taking it as seriously as they should.

If these monsters ever reached the mainland in such numbers there would be sheer and utter chaos, the dead would fill the streets and Amity Park would be a war zone in a matter of hours. Police and military would storm the city trying to get rid of the abominations, Jeremy shivered at the thought of some doom’s day maniac smuggling a Death Gate into Amity Park just to see the city burn. It was then that his attention was drawn towards one of the flamethrower monsters that had begun to inflate soon to burst like a water balloon covering its peers in bright yellow lava-like substance, the giant wolves cried as they melted away next to several zombies and Ectopuss.

The battle came to an end shortly after the three remaining flamethrower demons were slain thanks to Jack’s Booper that took down two of the beasts at the same time along with Jazz’s accurate machine-gun fire which took down the last monster, loud cheers echoed within Danny’s intercom as he saw Jazz’s friends patting his sister’s back. Danny removed his hand off the trigger as he looked through the sniper scope at Tristan who gave him a thumbs up even though was unable to see him, the boy then scanned his surroundings seeing the Groovy gang caressing their tiger’s head, Wes was sitting on the ground, his head hung low almost as if he was ashamed of something. The Army team was talking with his parents, most likely conjuring up a new attack plan.

“What the fuck?!”- Jeremy yelled out as he pointed over to the building in front of the teams.

Dozens of oversized yellow color maggots and purple slugs started to crawl out from the windows and door leaving a trail of glowing slime in its wake, Danny felt his stomach twisting at the sheer sight of the worms crawling out, Jazz didn’t wait for instructions as she squeezed the trigger and begun bursting the oversized insects. Everyone soon joined the fracas as they knew how dangerous a swarm was, even though worms-type monsters were considered the weakest but numbers can overwhelm.

It was then that Danny noticed via his sniper scope that the main double door was being shoved making him wonder if there were hundreds of maggots on the other side, the door splintered along with the concrete sides that cracked. The door finally gave way, allowing for an enormous slug to crawl out, it had to be the size of a trailer Danny thought out loud, its antennae eyes looked over the hunters as it opens its enormous mouth showing rows of sharp needle-like fangs and a tubular tongue, everyone was stunned by the monster. Danny shot the creature though barely recognized the attack; more fat maggots slunk towards the hunters who were too focused on the slug boss.

Jack was the first to break from the stupor as he took out his favorite rocket launcher, the “X4 Anti-ghost weapons system” which was based on the M202 rocket launcher, the man pressed the trigger allowing four rockets to immediately exit from the tubes striking at the slug monster with deadly precision, Danny shot directly into its mouth’s interior upon seeing it shriek from the pain creating a large hole before concentrating his fire discipline over the smaller and much weaker maggots. The king slug’s skin was too hard to penetrate with standard anti-ghost ammunition, he needed explosives, the kind his father was preparing at the moment.

“Come on, Wes! It’s as big as a barn! Just shoot!”- the boy mentally screamed as his hands tremble in utter terror.

Wes suddenly noticed a foot on the stone railing that belong to Jack Fenton who screamed “Banzai” as he fired another set of four rockets that once again impacted the creature directly making Jeremy whistle in surprise seeing Jack in a better light. Large chunks of flesh flew off the king slug as did one of his antennae eyes, the monster rose up high and slammed its large body on the ground many times not caring that several of his own was crushed underneath his weight, the giant slug then wriggled in utter pain as Jazz, the Groovy Gang and the Army team along with Wes’s team attacked the smaller maggots, not wanting to be overrun.

“We should have brought salt.”- Danny jokingly said as blew another maggot while Sarah tossed a grenade that took out nearly a dozen worms.

Thick pieces of flesh hung from the king slug’s body showing the inners, as expected there were no bones which made Maddie wonder how it could hold and move its enormous body, the monster cowered away as it wasn’t expecting this kind of reaction from its prey, the worm army was in total defeat, not a single one left alive. Jack Fenton unleashed another volley of rockets that made their way directly into its mouth causing catastrophic damage, the guns went silent as everyone watched the monster dangle on its spot, green gooey blood flowing out from the mouth. Danny watched as the monster slammed to the ground, more green blood flowing out.

(XXXXX)

“Check weapons and ammo!”- Maddie ordered as she waved at her son.

Jeremy noticed the boy was talking with someone through his fancy headbands, surely getting instructions on what to do next making him realize just how poorly prepared he came to the hunt, things would have been very different if had made similar preparations, the man quietly waited for Danny to finished his conversation yet couldn’t take his eyes off the kid’s rifle that rested on his side, Jeremy had never been interested in firearms or any other bellicose device but now wished for the largest and most powerful weapon available, for a moment, was tempted to take the rifle but knew it was pointless as he hadn’t the faintest idea on how to operate the armament.

The boy then stood up cracking his back before stretching his arms and legs, the trio exchanged worried glances as Danny nonchalantly kneeled to change the energy packs in his long sniper rifle, which he then strapped on the backpack in favor of the assault rifle. Jeremy had his doubts about the suit Danny was wearing but seeing the kid’s parents getting up and fighting after being hit by a cannon blast along with being shot by both musket balls and energy rays made him into a believer, it was as the boy said, an armor.

“So… what’s the plan?”- Jeremy asked slightly bothered to be following a teen around rather than vice versa.

“We’re gonna meet up with the rest of the guys in the main garden, we still have to clear out that area before moving to the main building. Little went according to plan for most teams but we’re still on schedule.” Danny explained before walking down the stairs.

Jeremy felt a sudden tightness around his heart as he recalled getting separated from his family in the garden, only now fearing for their wellbeing, yes, they were holes in his pockets and annoying as hell but they were still his family and wanted them back, his daughter Sam is quite resourceful and would have managed to hide somewhere if she’s as smart as she claimed to be then she would stay in her refuge until the hunt is over. His wife Pamela, on the other hand, didn’t have a survivalist mentality and would surely be screaming her lungs out while running around like a headless chicken, drawing the monsters around. The man knew that she was the one in the most danger, the one that needed rescue.

With a deep sigh Jeremy followed Danny down the stairs that lead to the high priest's bedroom from which they gain access to the bell tower after Danny noticed the battle taking place, it was on the lower floor that he saw Paulina leaning against the wall, SMG hanging by her side, her arms crossed under her large breasts with a frown on her face. It was then that Jeremy lowered his gaze upon seeing their team leader standing next to his best friend, Tucker Foley, who was laying over the priest’s bed, covered by a dusty sheet. Tucker passed away moments after being put on the bed, none of the three had the sort of medical knowledge or materials Tucker’s wounds required.

It didn’t take long for Danny to understand that Tucker suffered massive internal damage due to the brutality of the rape, being fucked by that orc-like woman was no different from having a baseball bat shoved up his ass, the boy was sure that his friend’s intestines had ripped at one point, Jeremy rubbed his hands together as he apologized to Danny for convincing him to detour to destroy the Death Gate rather than heading straight for Tucker as was planned, guilt overwhelmed his heart but the young ghost hunter assured him that it wasn’t his fault, destroying the Death Gate was necessary otherwise they would have been flank by new ghosts.

“Tucker was condemned from the moment these hermaphrodite things capture him… no… he was condemned from the moment I brought him… I should have never brought him…” Danny said fighting off tears and guilt.

The girls jumped in shock as Danny punched the wall a couple of times while growling, trying his best not to break down, his closest and dearest friend had died in a pointlessly cruel manner because he was unable to protect him, Jeremy assured him that it wasn’t his fault. It was chaos, gunfire and energy rays were exchanged at a rapid rate, violence all around, but as he utters these words told the boy that he understood his guilt as he too failed to protect his wife and daughter who were most likely dead by now. Danny remained quiet.

“We’ll be waiting for you by the altar… take your time.”- Paulina said while pulling Jeremy by the hand out the door.

The trio felt uneasy as they gaze over the nave, dozens of green-skinned nuns laid over the ground or on the benches, most riddled with burned holes over their chests, their extremities slice off or decapitated if not a combination of all. A massacre, to say the least, Paulina pointed over to the ceiling where more of the sisters were hanging from the stone beams making them wonder what kind of a fight took place, the flashlights revealed random laser burns at the pillar's highest point and near the roof, none seemed to come from the ground. How Danny got down from the roof without the use of a ladder seemed like a mystery.

Jeremy scrutinized with utter disgust at the engrossed green penis that once belonged to the monstrous chief nun, despite it being cut off and completely flaccid, it was still around five inches thick making him shiver in horror as he imagines it twice or even triple the size when fully erect, now understanding the horrid ordeal Tucker went through for hours, the kid was a trooper for having lasted so long. The former businessman then turns his attention towards the headless body of the orc woman, easily three meters tall and build like a brick wall.

The man felt quite jealous of the well-formed six-pack abdomen the nun had, but also couldn’t see himself fighting against such a beastly woman, much less winning, it was especially hard picturing someone as frail and delicate-looking as Danny fighting and killing this monster. It was then that Paulina tapped Jeremy’s shoulder making him turn around, Danny was walking towards them with his rifle hanging up front, ready to sing the songs of war, Star rubbed her arms as she observed Danny quietly looking over to the broken statue just beyond the altar wondering if he praying for Tucker.

“Anyone who claims to have communion with the divine is either insane or a liar.”- Danny mockingly said as he ordered them to follow him.

“I just hope my girls are ok.”- Jeremy said as he kicked the nun’s severed.

(XXXXXX)

Sam Manson gently rubbed her tired legs as she quietly stared at the pale moon through the window, she tried to relax on the leather couch doing her best to ignore the playful giggling from her mother who was in the back, the girl turned her attention towards the nightstand that held a wine bottle and glass along with some seasonal fruits and fine cheese, despite being interested and having her mother’s permission to have drink wine, she chose to drink from her bottled water hoping not to offend her host who understood that she was too young, nevertheless, did enjoy the delightful fresh fruits.

“We’re so lucky that you came to rescue us, Prince Aragon. Thank you so much”- Pamela said with cheer in her voice.

It was then that Sam kneeled over the couch frowning as she looks over at her mother who had her hand over the man’s leg, quite near his crotch, clearly flirting with the so-called prince. The goth had to admit there was some semblance of royalty coming from the stranger, tall and fit with shoulder long ash color hair, refine facial features, truly a handsome man rarely found in Amity Park. Sam didn’t like how close they were sitting or touching each other but bit her tongue as Aragon had indeed saved them like a knight in shining armor and taken them to a safe place.

Both mother and daughter had been chased out from their hiding spot at the greenhouse after being overrun by horrid plant-like monsters, in their desperate attempt to escape managed to reach what Sam later discovered was a keep, unfortunately, the thick wooden door didn’t budge in the least sending terrible goosebumps as a tall tree monster loom down over the two cutting off any escape route, Pamela accidentally dropped her pistol moments after taking it out from the holster, Sam was petrified in fear unable to move or react even with impending doom coming over her.

Prince Aragon suddenly leaped out of the second-floor window with a sword in hand, slicing the monster with a single sway, Pamela and her daughter blinked incredulously at the man dressed as an eighteen-century officer, completed with knee-high boots, white pants, a long red coat with a black cape, upon turning around noticed medals and gold accessories making him into a majestic sight. Pamela fell over his arms seconds after sheeting his cavalry sword.

Once Pamela and her daughter were well accommodated in the prince's private quarters, explained to be part of England’s royal family, and the true owner of Casper Fortress which impressed Pamela who didn’t notice the peculiar way the man pronounced his country’s name, Englaland, which Sam dismissed as a royal mannerism, Aragon assured them that he too was on a noble quest to free the fortress from the ghost parasites and return it to the royal family. At the moment, there was little evidence against Aragon’s claims, Sam had seen the strangely armored men guarding the keep, who Aragon told were his personal bodyguards, his knights, they were a mixture of modernness and antiquity, military clothing under a shiny cuirass and a pointy helmet.

“There is nothing to thank me for, milady, I only did what any other man would have.”- Prince Aragon said in a kind voice.

“You were so brave and strong, my prince.”- Pamela said while touching his chest and leaning in very close to his face. Sam gasped out loud as the two kissed.

  “Forgive me!”- Aragon said standing up. “It’s been many years since I last felt the touch of a woman.”- the prince added hiding a smile.

Pamela stood up quickly wrapping her hands around his waist, their faces mere inches away from each other. Sam felt extremely uncomfortable with the scene playing out before her, the girl sincerely thought she wouldn’t care if her mother was cheating, but seeing her kiss another man so passionately felt quite wrong, a hollow formed in her stomach as she saw their tongues wrestled with one another. What started as a romantic kiss quickly turned into a vulgar make-out session, the prince broke the kiss upon recalling Sam’s presence, his face was red as he muttered, they shouldn’t do such lewd acts in front of her daughter.

“Don’t worry about her… besides I haven’t been with a real man in years”- Pamela whispered to his ear. “Sammy-kins… mommy and the prince are gonna… talk about some adult things. Why don’t you stay here and take a nap?”- the orange-haired woman said while giving a naughty look towards Aragon.

(XXXXX)

Tactical semi-military clothes and combat boots weren’t exactly what Pamela would be considered sexy or appealing, though her greatest concern after long hours of running around and hiding in the bushes was her body odor, not even her 24-hour deodorant would be able to handle it. Much to her relief, the prince wasn’t discouraged as she removed her clothes as erotically as possible trying her very best to keep the romantic ambiance alive since she was wearing sports underwear, had she known such a scenario would arise she would have chosen one of her favorite lingerie sets, there was simply no way she was going to miss out on mating with a real prince.

The two shared a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing with one another as Aragon fondled Pamela’s round breasts while she pulled his shirt away revealing a very masculine torso, a well-marked six-pack abdomen, and strong biceps that made her vagina wet, eager to eat up the prince’s manhood. It wasn’t the first time that Pamela cheated on her husband, she didn’t make it into a common activity but would every so often pick up men at a social gathering or family party, a few times even slept with tourists during her mini vacations. It was surprising that her husband hadn’t picked up on it yet.

Pamela wasn’t made for long hikes across the forest, nor to be eating gruel cooked at makeshift campsite much less fighting against endless hordes of hellspawn, no she wasn’t made for that, Pamela was made for the finer things in life, to be pampered all long at a five-star hotel by the lower class, to feast on the finest delicacies the world had to offer and why not? To sleep with the finest and most handsome of men, that’s what was bread for.

The orange-haired woman leans back while letting out a soft moan as the prince pierces her wet womanhood with his hot meat rod, taking full control of her while not the biggest she had so far, he wasn’t the smallest either. His thrusting was constant and with good rhythms making the woman’s breasts bounce around, the sounds of their wet genitals striking each resounded within the room as Pamela added her delightful moans to their passionate symphony of lust, no longer a moment of love but that of lustful carnal passion. Her legs stretched out long and wide allowing for full penetration, she could feel the prince’s penis kissing her womb.

It was then that Pamela wrapped her arms and legs around Aragon pressing their bodies together for a moment as they rolled over the bed leaving the prince with his back over the bed, kissing each other with the passion of forgotten lovers’ moments before Pamela began riding his majesty like the finest stallion ever, with her body covered in perspiration began bouncing up and down making full use of all her lovemaking skills, the kind that would put any professional sex worker to shame. She wanted, no, needed to make an impression on the prince, to demonstrate that her pussy was far better than that of the official royal cumdump.

Pamela could already envision herself living in Aragon’s castle, being granted the title of Princess by none other than the queen herself during an outstanding gala event, naturally, there would some minor inconveniences such as learning the proper royal etiquette and learning how to order her staff around. Then there was also the small problem of her being a widow, Pamela knew that her husband couldn't have survived on his own, he was a weak man, she was sure that by now Jeremy would be monster droppings.

Normally the woman would take special precautions to not get pregnant by a one-night stand, but saw that getting impregnated by a real prince was very beneficial not only for her social standing but for her wallet, she arched her back as she felt Aragon’s royal hot cum filling up her womb even squeezing her cunt to make sure she pulled out all of his seed. Aragon gently placed Pamela over the bed as she panted for air, rarely ever feeling so satisfied.

“I hope Sam doesn’t mind having a new little brother or sister.”- Pamela mentally inquired as she felt some of the semen flowing out.

The door suddenly opens allowing for the young goth to fall to the floor with a loud thud, both Aragon and Pamela were left stunned by the sight of Samantha whose face was red as a tomato, the contents of her backpack scattered across the floor. The girl couldn’t distract herself with the many books outside and was drawn to the sounds of love coming from within the room, Sam watched her mother make love after slightly opening the door, only enough to see within.

“Sammy-kins! I told you many times not to interrupt me during mommy time”- Pamela reminded her daughter.

“Um… sorry?”- the goth muttered.

Her purple eyes glued over her mom who remained laying over the bed with her legs spread apart, still enjoying the afterglow as cum kept flowing out from her vagina, a sight that no daughter should ever see their mother in. The girl’s eyes moved from her mom’s well-used cunt to Aragon’s glistering penis making her gulp down. Just as the goth found the strength to peel her eyes off the couple was that she saw something just as impressive, the ghost tracker was blipping announcing the presence of a ghost nearby, her eyes open wide in horror as she realized where the tracker was pointing at.

“Mom! Get away from him!”- Sam demanded as she pulled her energy pistol out.

“Sam! Calm down, and don’t be rude to Prince Aragon.”- Pamela retorted.

“He’s a ghost!”- The girl added while showing the ghost tracker.

Pamela found herself dumbfounded by her daughter’s claims of the prince being a ghost, it was ridiculous as all the monsters they came across were horrific, completely malformed, and unable to speak. Aragon on the contrary was handsome, well-spoken and a true gentleman with a wonderful cock, there was no way for him to be one of the monsters. Pamela was sure that Sam was only being overly protective of her, most likely the result of a misguided sense of loyalty towards her deadbeat of a father. It was then that prince Aragon roared out laughing as he stood up unintimidated by the small girl’s gun or her glaring making Pamela most confused.

“That’s an interesting little device you got there, little girl”- Aragon growled the final word.

Both mother and daughter gasped out loud as a long purple snake tongue came out from the prince’s mouth between two long and sharp fangs, his eyes turned into black slits with yellow sclera, and his skin become scaly at certain spots, mainly around the cheeks and arms. Pamela couldn’t believe her eyes, the sight before her was beyond words, it was true, her gallant prince was just a simple vulgar monster, she felt disgusted as she had been tricked by a janitor who posed as a company CEO just to get in her pants.

“You’re not a prince!?”- Pamela asked feeling her efforts had gone to waste.

“My dear, of course, I’m a prince… just not of this world.”-Aragon replied making the woman sigh in relief as she placed her hand over her chest.

“Mom!”- Sam yelled seeing that her mom was more concerned with the monster’s social status than getting away from him. It was then that she noticed something else. “Mom!! Your belly!!”- Sam yelled in horror.

Pamela looked down at her belly and noticed much to her horror that it had grown to an abnormal size as if she were nine months pregnant, it was impossible as she had been cream pie only a few minutes ago, there was no way she could be pregnant, to begin with. No, her body was simply having a bad reaction to the ghost cum as it wasn’t natural, like a rash or an allergy, all she needed to go was to expel the spoiled semen out of her womb and everything would be alright, she would probably need to wash her vagina inside out just to make sure, Pamela’s blood froze as she felt a soft kick inside her enlarged belly, there was a baby already inside of her.

“That’s what I love about human females, they are so fertile.” The prince said with a grin. “It takes mere minutes for the first batch to pop out”- Aragon added.

“Batch?”- Pamela muttered as tears formed around her eyes.

Sudden and most excruciating pain overwhelmed Pamela forcing her to twist around the bed holding tightly to her belly, Sam immediately rushed to her side feeling terror greater than when she was chased by the tree monsters, more intense than when the zombie musketeers ambushed them. Fury soon replaced these despairing emotions upon hearing Aragon laughing, without any sense of trepidation or doubt she aimed her gun and pulled the trigger hitting the prince directly in the eye and making Aragon scream in agony as green blood flowed out from the wound, two more gunshots followed hitting the ghost in the back which made him phased through the wall.

Sam turned her attention towards her mother whose belly wriggled as if filled with hundreds of worms, terror-filled her crying face as both were unable to think of a solution, the goth considered for a moment plunging her hand inside Pamela’s vagina to pull out whatever evil being was growing inside of her, but stopped as blood began gushing out from the woman’s nose and soon enough from her vagina as well. A dreadful cry came out from Pamela’s mouth as her belly was ripped open by several tiny green scaly hands, a second pair torn out from between her legs making a mess of her privates, Sam covered her mouth in utter horror.

Three horribly malformed creatures that resembled greenish humanoid crocodiles stood out from the wounds, covered in blood with intestines hanging from their snouts and shoulders. The girl trembled in fury as she saw her mother split in half from the crotch to her chest, her blood completely drenching the bed and the carpeted floor. Sam slowly walked back allowing for the tiny dragonettes to follow into the other room, one of the creatures pulled its head back as green flames gathered at his snout ready to burn the goth who her pistol at his glowing belly.

(XXXXXX)

“I like being an only child and I intend to keep it that way!!”- Sam threatened as she saw her new brothers following her.

The goth yelled as she fired her pistol at the nearest dragonette who squealed like a pig upon being impacted, strange glowing yellow blood gushed out from the wound melting the stone floor making the girl most worried. It was then that she noticed her second “brother” inflating his chest, she didn’t have time to attack and jumped out the door as green flames engulfed the interior, the sound of wood burning reached her ears filling her dread and terror as the entire room was converted into a literal oven.

It was then that Sam’s eyes widen in horror as the trio of newborn dragonettes walked across the flames without a single care, the flames a mere breeze on their skin, their evil red eyes glowed as they ready another breath of flames, Sam didn’t waste any time as she quickly ran away, green flames followed close behind her. She could feel the heat on her back but was determined to survive the night and avenge her mother, the girl turn around the corner and fired her pistol hitting one of her “brothers” in the head before he could unleash his hellfire upon, yet her smile faded rather quickly upon seeing the creature was still standing. Sam knew she needs more firepower as her puny pistol could do little in her current predicament.

“I need something bigger, stronger… like a rifle…”- it was then that Sam had a revelation. “Grenades!”- the girl yelled out as she recalled still having a pair in her backpack.

Sam rushed down the hallway hopeful to find her backpack intact and begging not to come across any of Aragon’s men who would surely be looking for her. There was no way to confront both her “brothers” and the so-called knights at the same time, just fighting the dragonettes was a monumental endeavor. The girl skated as a wall of green fire was suddenly formed in front of her, the little monsters were trying to burn her out but her survival instinct was running at maximum capacity, she aimed at the silhouette within the flames and chuckled as the same pig-like squeal emanated from the flames.

Green flames were overtaking the entire upper floor as the goth ran around desperately trying to find her backpack, furniture turned into ash and the heat was becoming unbearable, for a moment the girl stopped at the stairs contemplating the idea of escaping but a strange and most unwelcome sense of pride and loyalty overcame Sam, she couldn’t let those monster live after taking her mother’s life, as much as common sense told her to run away, she opted continued her search for the guest room where she was to wait for her mother while she pleased the prince. A stream of green fire forced Sam to roll across the floor into a nearby room.

Much to Sam’s relief, she found herself at the desired location, the waiting room was still intact, the flames had yet to reach the room, the girl hastily searched for the backpack that was resting over the couch, her hands quickly searched for the “tab-can” grenades, and rolled one towards the door just in time to greet her three brothers who were in hot pursuit. The three looked down at the can and shrieked like pigs as the bomb exploded ripping skin and limps, Sam raised a triumphal fist to the air as she saw the monsters suffer.

“Die you fucking animals!!”- the girl taunted, yet her expression changed as she saw the creatures inflate like balloons. “Fucking sore losers.”- Sam added as she rushed towards the nearest window.

The blast shook the entire tower as Sam fell onto the nearest trees breaking several branches on her way down until she managed to take hold of one preventing her demise it was then that she looked up and saw the top floor collapsing, the flames were now expanding to the lower floors. Sam quickly began to descend fearing the tower could fall upon her, she didn’t care for her bleeding hands or aching legs, the burn marks on her back meant nothing. All she wanted was to find her dad and get out of the island.

(XXXXX)

The mighty ocean waves impacted against the stone wall as Wes looked out from the window of a rundown blockhouse where the Fenton and Army team decided to take refuge, the boy was more than tired, he wanted nothing more than to go home, it was blandly obvious that he wasn’t cut out to be a ghost hunter, with a deep sigh headed up towards the dormitory where Sarah and Brittany were cuddled up in a bed in the middle of the room making Wes raised an eyebrow as he was unable to understand how the girls were able to sleep so peacefully in their current predicament, the monsters could break-in at any moment.

There were a few members of the Army team sleeping on the bunk beds holding their rifles and ghost trackers, even Fran and Andy were napping peacefully while their tiger remained at their side, it was then that he saw several red roses placed on the windows and nightstands, a few more by the door. Maddie Fenton assured him that the townsfolk used the Blood Blooms as a natural defense against the ghosts with varying results. Unsurprisingly, Jazz was nowhere to be seen as she claimed the roses gave her a strong headache and headed out for some fresh air.

Unable to fall asleep was that Wes walked out of the blockhouse through the third floor and followed a stone path that went along the high stone wall, his eyes once more set over the ocean. His self-esteem was at an all-time low after hearing that Brittany had sex in his room and Jazz was willing to sleep with a boy who spent an entire song holding her butt as they dance, all while he was asleep on the couch, it made him feel like a loser. It was then that he noticed a stone tower further ahead, too small to be a lighthouse hence assuming it was a guard tower, a light on the upper floor caught his attention.

The tower…no… the entire fortress was completely silent, there was no more ghoulish wailing, no more gunfire that Wes could hear, and yet, felt a certain apprehension in his chest as he walked up the stone steps leading to the upper floor. As he approached the entrance finally heard strange moaning which made him crouch as to not make too much noise, perhaps there was a ghost nearby that he could finally kill and brag about it to Jazz.

His eyes open in utter horror as he saw none other than his beloved Jazz on her knees completely naked sucking on Tristan’s dick, Wes couldn’t believe his eyes forcing him to look away directly to the window where he saw a Blood Blossom, pretty soon noticed there were several more scattered all around allowing him to assumed that this wasn’t something spontaneous but a well-planned met up. The teen forced himself to look over at the redhead who bob her head up and down while making the most satisfying moaning that he had ever heard.

“Ah! That was a huge load!”- Jazz said after swallowing all of Ghost Writer’s cum. “I can tell it’s been a while”- the girl bemusedly said.

Wes’s entire body became as heavy as if he weights over a whole ton, his throat became dry and a hollow formed in the pit of his stomach, his unblinking eye set on the redhead who casually walked naked towards a dusty bed that she slapped a couple of time and sat over inviting the writer over. Peculiar tremors took over his hand as a tingly sensation overwhelmed his fingertips as he saw the couple sitting on the bed.

“You’ve done this before…?”- Tristan asked with a quivering voice.

“I sucked a couple of dicks before but never went the full nine yards”- Jazz commented as she cleans her lips. It was then that she looked straight at Tristan. “I hope you’re not one of those troglodytes that think women should only have sex after getting married or have one guy in their lives while men sleep with dozens of girls. I know men have their wicked fantasies of harems which I don’t get at all.”- the redhead continued with a smile.

The bed creaked slightly as Jazz’s weight fell upon the mattress, the two stared at each other for a brief moment followed by a strange tingling sensation going over their entire bodies and what could only be described as butterflies flying around their bellies. Jazz blushed even harder as she had never been naked with another boy in all her sixteen years of life, it was no bluff that she had given head to a few of her classmates, mostly out of curiosity and due to her great interest in sex.

It was the first that he stood naked in front of anyone, he was thankful his soft belly didn’t convert into a gut followed by thin arms making feel something like a loser as he was sure someone as beautiful as Jazz could have any man she wanted at a snap of fingers, it made him wonder why she chose him out all the hunters. There were muscular and somewhat handsome within the Army team she could have easily seduced seeing how they were already devouring her with their eyes.

“Not at all. I think that if guys can sleep with a hundred girls, so should girls have the same right and have as many partners as they want.”- Tristan said trying to be casual about his virginity. Not many men reach such age without feeling the touch of a woman.

The girl gulp down as she looked at the throbbing piece of meat that stood firmed before her eyes, both herself and the ghostwriter began to shake, though not in fear but in sheer excitement as there was no going back now. The redhead had been wanting to try having sex for quite some time already, but for one or another reason never got passed beyond the blowjob, it was a real kick to her self-esteem, she had large double D breasts, an ample bubble butt, it made no sense as to why men weren’t flocking over her, though had to admit that her interest in the opposite sex died at the sight muscular men who little to no brains to speak off.

“Stop!”- the redhead said as Tristan kneeled between her legs.

“I’m sorry, I was going too fast!”- the man apologized. “It’s my first time and I…”- Ghost Writer became quiet.

The man turned paled after uttering the dreadful words, “first time,” it was a death sentence in bed as he might as well have screamed far and wide that he’s a thirty-year-old virgin, from his accounts knew that women found that off-putting, even disgusting. Tristan was begging that at least Jazz would have the common courtesy to leave without laughing at him as that would clearly destroy his pride and make the creation of his second book almost impossible.

“Put this on… I don’t wanna get pregnant.”- the redhead said while pulling out a small condom pack from her pouch. “And drink this… dad tried to make an energy drink and end up making an aphrodisiac… he says it's going to kick Viagra out of the market.” Jazz added with a smirk.

Tristan couldn’t believe his luck as didn’t hesitate to drink the strange potion in a single gulp. Jazz was truly a godsend as he figured that a woman like her would have never agreed to spend even a moment with him having known his little secret, at least, not without having to spend hundreds of dollars beforehand, it was then that heat suddenly formed within his belly making him feel renewed. Jazz licks her lips upon seeing his manhood growing larger and thicker, the perfect size for her. Wes remained hidden at the stairs unable to process the scene before his very eyes, he wanted to scream and dragged Jazz away, to beat up Tristan but all he did was watch.

The Ghost Writer opened the redhead’s legs, the love juice flowing out of her announced that it was ready for penetration as it was drenching the sheets, never before had she felt so excited in her life and wondered if this is what being an adult felt like, sex was something that only adults did in the bedroom, she knew the taste of cum but now she was going to become an adult. A sharp yet momentary pain overtook her entire body as she felt the man sliding inside of her, a loud gasp escapes the redhead’s lips followed by a spasm that run up her back forcing her to wrap her legs and arms around her lover who unknowingly placed his arms behind her knees pushing both legs up higher allowing for deeper penetration.

“My Nocturne! It's so hot and slippery in here.”- Ghost Writer said as he felt his manhood engulfed by Jazz’s wet cunt.

“It feels so fucking good!”- the girl retorted.

Jazz was under the impression that having her hymen ripped was going to be extremely painful and it would only become pleasureful after a few more sessions, and yet, the pleasure that her lower half felt like nothing she ever experienced before. Sure, Tristan’s movements were clumsy and show a clear lack of experience but her movements were just as awkward and inexperienced. The way that her man was trying to hold her breasts and ass at the same time was in a way cute. Jazz they had unknowingly switched from the missionary position to the mating press which allowed for very deep penetration.

Wes wanted to vomit as he saw the redhead’s feet dangling just above Tristan’s shoulders as she was being humped over and over, the boy had a perfect line of sight towards his crush’s vagina, he could see a sliver of blood could be seen coming down. The girl’s moaning and the bed creaking were becoming louder with each passing second, Wes became invisible thanks to the darkness as the couple shifted to the doggystyle position allowing him to see Jazz’s lustful face. Wes felt as if he was being punched each time Tristan slammed his hips onto the redhead’s large ass, her moans were like daggers in his heart, and yet he couldn’t move an inch despite seeing how another man deflowered the girl he loved for so long.

It was then that both lovers let out a deep and long gasp as they reached a climax at the same time, spasms rushed across their bodies, Jazz kept her face pressed onto the mattress while closing her eyes as her cunt felt incredible. Ghost Writer groaned loudly as he felt his cum filling up the condom, not a single one of the many hundred times that he masturbated could even begin to compare to this singular moment, there was no comparison between masturbation and actually having sex, the warmth and sensations were beyond words. Both felt extremely tired but at the same time felt oddly satisfied.

“Would you like a cigar?”- Tristan asked as his hand tremble towards his coat.

“I shouldn’t…”- the redhead said but then recalled all the many movies where the couple shared a smoke soon after making love. “On second thought, yes, please.”- she corrected herself.

(XXXXX)
The sudden creaking of the floorboards caught the couple by surprise, without a moment to waste was that Jazz rolled off the bed spilling Tristan’s face with cunt juice as she took hold of her submachine gun aiming it directly at the darkness, her eyes darted for a second towards the ghost tracker that didn’t have any reaction. The girl gasped out loud in shock as she saw Wes Wesson walking into the light, his head hanging low making her feel horrible as she was aware of his feelings but didn’t regret her actions. Just because he’s in love with her doesn’t mean that she has to reciprocate his feelings.

“Turn around and walk away, she’s not worth it… she just a…”- Wes thought as he looked at his naked crush. “A fucking whore!”- the boy spoke loud and firm.

“Excuse me! The hell’s wrong with you!?”- Jazz asked furiously. “Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean you’re entitled to my pussy! You never asked me out and I never led you on.” The redhead said she was never romantically interested in Wes, now she wasn’t interested in his friendship either.

“Listen kids, calm down.”- Tristan intervene knowing too well both teens were armed with deadly weapons.

“I’ll be with you in a moment, you pedophile fuck! This is between me and this bitch!”- Wes retorted making Jazz gasp in rage.

Silence overtook the guard tower as both Tristan and Jazz looked straight at Wes who clutched his rifle in quiet vengeful fury, the pale moon shining through the windows, though as angry as the redhead was, she didn’t want to hurt her once best friend. Emotions were at an all-time high, she understood that the boy was hurt and confused, therefore, moves her hand away from the trigger as a sign of peace. A laser beam came deadly close to her face, Wes had fired his rifle.

Jazz looked stunned at Wes who was shaking in his spot unable to believe he attacked her, with a loud yell was that Wes opens fire at the couple forcing Jazz to leap over Tristan getting both out of the line of fire, the redhead then quickly crawls behind a crate. More energy beams struck the crates breaking them into splinters, the reporter knew how powerful and deadly the ecto-rifles are but being on the receiving end was beyond terrifying. The man couldn’t help but scream as Jazz got ready for combat.

“Stay here, stay low.”- The redhead commanded.

It was then that Jazz sprinted from cover firing at Wes though not trying to take him down, merely scare him into submission. The boy shivered as the energy slugs passed near his arms and legs, yet continued his onslaught, he was blinded by fury and pain, years of loving Jasmine only to find out that she gave her first time to a complete stranger just because he wrote her favorite book, was repulsive. The teenager aimed his rifle and fired yet couldn’t control the burst as the energy beams hit the walls.

Jazz used a table to leap into the air and fired her SMG, the energy beam grazed his shoulder burning flesh, Wes knew that Jazz could kill him at any moment she wanted, but he couldn’t stop and so continued firing his rifle until running out of ammo which prompted Jazz to come out of her hiding spot while aiming her rifle, demanding her friend to surrender yet answered by rolling an ecto-grenade despite not being able to hurt humans created a deafening noise and momentarily blinded the redhead.

Even with her blurry vision managed to see the incoming combat knife that Wes had in his hand, there was a bit of pride in knowing that Wes could fight despite his many shortcomings however misguided. Wes was sure to be stronger than Jazz but even so, couldn’t bring the blade down on her, furthermore, her grip was bone-crushing, and was quickly gaining the upper hand which forced him to headbutted her directly in the nose. A loud blast echoed throughout the room.

The blade fell to the ground as Jazz leaps back putting distance between herself and Wes as she aimed her SMG once more, yet lowered her weapon upon seeing a red stain forming on his chest. As the boy walked towards the stairs saw Tristan had a smoking energy pistol in his hand, the man had shot him in the back. The two watched as Wes walked out into the outer wall and fell towards the garden. Jazz and Tristan quickly got dressed upon seeing several hunters rushing toward them.

“What’s going?!”- a terrified Brittany asked followed by Sarah who came after hearing the gunfire. Both assumed Jazz was under a ghost attack.

“Wes… he went crazy…”- Jazz said. An explosion further into the castle garden pulled everyone’s attention as a tower in the distance collapsed.

To be continued.
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