Disclaimer: We all know the drill. I own nothing. No views expressed are my own. This is fiction. Non-profit fan-based parody and such.

Author's Notes: Yep. Finally getting off my ass to write Mrk 2 of Hot/Crazy Scale. Why? Because I've realized it's been months since I said I would, and I think I'm finally in the right mindset to write it after a bit of getting back into the habit with Ghost of a Chance.

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The Vicky Mendoza Diagonal. An interesting theory first presented by Barney Stinson in the hit TV show: How I Met Your Mother. It described a chart which explained that a girl was allowed to be crazy, as long as she was equally hot (or hotter.) So if a girl registered a 4 on the crazy-scale? She had to be at least a 4 on the hot-scale. And you wanted the girl to be above the line, otherwise known as 'The Vicky Mendoza Diagonal.

Danny was at a loss as to when he'd fallen in with this line of thought. He blamed Tucker, honestly. After some relationship drama before graduating High School, the two young men had had a long talk late at night with Johnny13 during one of the motorcycle-obsessed Ghosts' visits to the Human world, and they'd come to an understanding.

Men, in the world they lived in, were at a disadvantage. Women had all the goddamned power in a relationship. Want a divorce after 6 months of being married? No-fault divorce made that a thing, and made ½ of the 'shared assets' theirs by right. And lord help you if you have kids with them. 18 years of responsibility in a financial sense.

It was enough, when one really thought about it, to drive a man to want to be a full ghost.

After the Disasteroid incident, when his identity had been broadcast for all the world to see on national television, Danny had been finally able to let go of the many and varied lies of his life. 'I need to go to the bathroom' had become 'A ghost is attacking' as a means of getting out of class to actually go fight the little bastards. It was a much rarer occurrence after the Disasteroid, since most Ghosts that Vlad employed were sadly out of work given that Vlad was, to Danny's knowledge, still on that floating piece of rocky death.

And where had Superman been at the time? Off-world. Saving another world as a favor to Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern. When they'd returned? It was a nice meeting he had between the three of them. Still, it got him a Heroic Charter, along with some of the anti-ecto acts being repealed. He was, effectively, the new GiW with the previous holders of the government mandate to handle ghostly phenomena being discharged back to their original organizations for gross incompetence.

Seriously. When their 'collateral damage' budget and 'dry cleaning' allocations were higher than some city's total budgets? The president had a field day with the expenses incurred by a government organization not listed in any books yet bankrolled by various funds that could have gone to an actually useful project or five.

This led to the charter Danny'd been granted by the U.S. Government. It gave him a monthly stipend for services rendered along with a nice bit of insurance coverage so long as he could prove beyond any doubt that any damages incurred were as the result of him performing his role as a Ghost-Hunter. The stipend helped cover the insurance, but this meant that the first time he'd accidentally let three buildings get destroyed he'd received a massive dip in funds from the stipend. Danny'd taken his task MUCH more serious from that point on, and made it a point to ensure a minimum of damages whenever possible.

So, when Tucker and Danny had gotten accepted at UCLA with Danny going into astrophysics and Tucker going into Computer Sciences, the duo had fist-bumped and agreed to go halvesies on an apartment. It was a nice apartment, for its size. Two bedrooms with a nice open living room, kitchen/dining area, and a patio. Tucker had taken all of 5 minutes to get acquainted with everything, once they'd fully moved into the place, before heading out to check out the local scene.

Jump City was a hotbed of activity, both social and heroic, and it also has incredibly low property values while still being conveniently located. Within driving distance from LA for the classes they'd chosen that actually required them to physically show up. Tucker's classes of the kind were mainly technology classes that required lab-work. Danny's were more numerous with lab-work and such, but he could also fly and avoid traffic because 'why not?'

A point in favor of the city was that it was very active on a social level, despite the relatively frequent attacks by super villains and such. Danny watched as the Teen Titans formed, standing back since technically speaking this fell under the bailiwick of other heroes. Danny's bailiwick was ghosts and necromantic phenomena. Starfire crashing into the city on the run from intergalactic slavers? Not so much in his area of expertise.

That and it happened to be during a Concert put on by Ember McLain. And while she hadn't tried to take over the world, she'd certainly tried for domination after the show.

Danny was enjoying the concert. Despite liking other kinds of music, he could admit to himself that Ember's punk-rock/pop music wasn't all that bad. It was catchy, played well, and had a good beat to it. He'd come in his human form, though using a Holographic Image-inducer that Tucker had devised in one of his lab classes. A simple twist on his hand and he'd look like Michael Normal. No, seriously. Tucker had named the identity 'Michael Normal.' Tucker's own fake ID was 'Jason Blande.'

When the concert was over, Danny quickly turned invisible and phased through the many walls and people separating him from his target.

"Imagine my surprise." He said when he reached her dressing room. "You didn't use a single iota of power there, Ember. I'm impressed."

Ember jumped a little before wiping the makeup off her face that gave her a normal complexion. "Oh! Babypop. I thought you were Skulker for a moment."

"Really?" Danny asked. "Skulker? You thought I was Skulker?"

"Guy can't take 'I don't want to see you again' for an answer." The Punk Rock Ghost shrugged. "So. Aside from scaring me into having a heartbeat again, what's the visit for, Dipstick?"

Danny shrugged back at her. "No real reason. I'm just trying to make sure you're not on yet another world-domination trip. After the last three times, call me suspicious."

Ember nodded at that, "Yeah. I'd be suspicious, too. But not this time, Ghost-boy. This time I've got a record deal going and I'd be in breach of contract if I actively antagonize you or attempt to use my powers to make people addicted to my music."

"When did that matter?" Danny asked, confused at the prospect of Ember honoring contracts enough to not try to mind-control people.

"Ever made a deal only to find out that you, in no way, know everything about making deals? Let's just say that Demons and lawyers have a lot in common when it comes to 'deal with the devil' mythos." She explained. "So." She leaned back in her chair, letting her hair, like ghostly fire solidified, hang free of its usual high ponytail. "Anything else?" she asked.

Danny had thought himself dreaming when she leaned back, but he couldn't deny it anymore. The movement had deliberately exposed, through a hole in Ember's shirt, one of the Diva's nipples. She'd been wearing a jacket during the performance, so it probably hadn't even come up, but now backstage the jacket was off and Danny had front-row tickets to a lovely sight.

Ember looked down at the exposed bit of flesh that had caught the Ghostly Hero's eyes. "Oh my. Forgot to put on a bra." She shrugged and simply pulled the shirt over her head. "I've kept telling my costume designer we need to have one, but he insists that the jacket should cover it."

Danny's eyes were fixed in position, Ember's tits were proudly on display after she took her shirt off. Not a hint of sag in the slightly small forms, but more than enough for someone for any man to know that their hand was wrapped around a breast in the heat of a moment. The pallor was off, slightly, with the slight blue-shift in color. Mostly a deathly pale with a blue tinge to the darker skin of the areolae… Though any thought of how odd the color scheme was, went out the window when Ember stretched her arms over her head.

"Um…" Danny tried to think of words. Any words. Come on…. WORDS! He failed.

"Good to know someone likes my body." Ember smirked. "Care to demonstrate just how much you like it?" she offered, walking to the couch on the opposite side of the room with a pronounced sway to her hips before languidly stretching herself out on the furniture.

It came as no surprise to anyone whatsoever that Ember was a screamer. It *did* come as a bit of a surprise to Danny just how much flexibility one can attain when one doesn't have actual bones.

When Danny left in the wee hours of the morning, returning to the apartment, he was flushed, exhausted, and barely able to keep himself airborne in ghost-form. When he spotted the two pairs of shoes by the doorway, one pair of boots worn by his best friend and a pair of more feminine shoes, he happily ignored the continued sounds coming from Tucker's room on the way down the hall to his own hideaway.

When he awoke, it was to Tucker banging on his door.

"DUDE!" Tucker called through the wooden barrier between Danny and 'the real world.' "Dude! Wake up! You've got to see this!"

'This' turned out to be Tucker shoving his PDA in Danny's face with Twitter pulled up and showing a post with nearly 30,000 retweets and more than a few reactions.

'Just had a 'private afterparty.' Best night of my afterlife.'' It read above a selfie of Ember McLain blowing a kiss to the camera accompanied by a hashtag '#ForgetTheEx'

Tucker looked at Danny, then to the post. He pointed at the post, then to Danny. "You?" he asked. Tucker had known what Danny was doing, at least in part, when he went to the concert. But it didn't really take much intuition to put 2 and 2 together and come up with 4. Danny'd come home late last night, after the concert by a long shot, and while Tucker had left right after the concert with a lovely-looking blonde companion, Danny had gone backstage to confront Ember.

Danny blinked a couple of times. "I wonder why she chose that hashtag." He pondered while holding out a fist to Tucker. The fistbump was followed by laughter as the two went about getting ready to face the day once again.

This was far from the last time Danny had a run-in with an old enemy of his from Amity Park. That Wednesday, in fact, Danny had just gotten back from his physics lab class when tucker dragged him out to one of the nightclubs that had Wednesday night events. With image-inducers on and a martini in hand, Danny set about playing the crowd.

It always amazed him how much more comfortable he was around people after his secret was blown open and he didn't have to pretend he wasn't the half-ghost hero. Even with the Image-inducer and thusly having to maintain some semblance of a secret, he was more comfortable around people than he'd been four and a half years ago by a long shot. So when his Ghost-sense forced a puff of chilled air from him, he did not immediately tense up. He calmly looked around for whatever might have caused it, and found himself looking at a familiar face not 5 feet away from him.

"Kitty!" he called out, having to raise his voice to be heard over the music.

Kitty, the Ghost who'd once Overshadowed Paulina during Danny's High-school days, looked in his direction and cocked her head to the side, confused. She didn't recognize the guy with a goatee, brown hair, and black suit. "Do I know you!?" she asked, raising her voice as well to be heard over the music.

"Yeah!" Danny shouted back. They were barely 5 feet from each other, but the music was loud as hell inside the nightclub. "Amity Park! About eight Months ago! Sorry about smacking you on the ass, that time!"

Kitty's eyes widened and she looked around, then back to Danny. She looked like she was getting ready to fight but Danny held up his free hand and then pointed to his martini. "No worries! Come on! Let's head outside!" he offered.

Kitty cautiously followed as the suited man, whom she knew was Danny in disguise now, walked towards the exit. Outside the loud noise of the nightclub could only be heard through the base thumping through the walls. The crowd of people had thinned to just the smoker crowd, people who couldn't light a cigarette inside so they went outside to punish their lungs for being evil. One guy Kitty walked beside on the way out even called it his 'cancer treatment' and another calling the break an 'I need a smoky treat' break.

They walked a bit, about halfway down the sidewalk in front of the building, before Danny stopped. "So! Long time." He said with a smile. "Again, sorry about the ass-smacking." He grinned nervously. "I was trying for a punch, but you moved and twisted and… yeah."

"Danny?" Kitty asked, wanting to be absolutely sure. That fight had been in a secluded area of Amity, but there *could* have been witnesses.

"Shhh! Don't spread it around, would ya? I'm trying to keep a low profile, here." He whispered. After the loud music, and with the base still thumping from the building, it was difficult to hear him… but that was kind of the point. For emphasis, he twisted the ring on his right hand slightly and let his eyes flash neon-green for a moment.

"Wow. Ember was right. You've grown." Kitty nodded. "Overshadowing people like a pro, eh?" she grinned, remembering her 'lessons' on overshadowing when he was younger. The boy was a complete amateur at overshadowing.

"Nah. Holographic image-inducer." He explained, holding up his right hand to show off the ring. "It helps maintain some semblance of privacy."

Kitty nodded. "I can see that. Better than makeup, I guess."

"You bet!" Danny laughed. "But anyways, what brings you all the way out to California?" he asked. "And without Johnny~" he was cut off by the flare of ghostly power around the punk-girl.

"Don't mention him." She growled. Her eyes were a bright red and her makeup, the foundation she'd used to cover the deathly pallor and green tint of her skin cracking slightly.

"Ok, ok!" he said, holding his hands up, though he took a quick sip of his martini… "Sorry." He said once he'd swallowed the alcohol. "Just asking. Rare to see you without him, is all."

"Johnny…" Kitty growled before letting her power recede. "He's off with some… Hussy in pink or something. Thought I wouldn't find out? HAH!"

"Wow." Danny blinked, a shocked expression spreading across his face. "Sorry, Kitty. I didn't know."

She sighed and slumped a bit. "It's not your fault, Danny… I just… I came here to get away from him and all his bullshit, you know?"

Danny was feeling the booze, now, and Kitty was… Ostensibly one of the nicer ghosts he knew. Not to mention one of the prettiest given that she'd grown a bit and upgraded her style. Now instead of the heavy 'teen punk' style she'd been into when they'd first met? She was wearing more refined versions of her old outfit. Leather jacket, but much higher quality and fitted for a woman's body, her hair was still done in a punk style, but it was cut much shorter and her skirt actually reached her knees. Beneath that was a set of fishnet stockings that showed off her legs rather well.

"Well, I can't say as I don't blame you." He nodded. "Johnny's definitely not a 'one-woman guy,' that's for sure."

Kitty glowered, her eyes flashing red for a moment before she slumped again. "You're right. I just keep hoping he'll change, you know/ but if it's not that damned motorcycle, it's another girl." She looked at Danny, and he could see the swirl of emotions in her eyes. "I'm just… So angry. I'm tired of being angry at him all the time. I'm tired of feeling jealous of the other girls he flirts with, and I'm tired of being the bad guy in the equation."

Danny sighed and put a hand on the ghost-girl's shoulder. "You're not the 'bad guy.' You have desires, and one of them is to be the only girl for him, right?" he asked. At her nod, he continued. "So, that leaves dealing with the jealousy and anger issues. You're jealous and angry because he flirts with other girls. I don't blame you. You're supposedly in a committed relationship, not an open relationship. You want a monogamous relationship, while he seems to want you as the steady companionship while continuing to 'play the field.' And when you get upset because that's not what you want out of the relationship, you guys end up fighting only for him to later realize that without you as the steady 'backup' his constant flings mean absolutely nothing in the long run." He sighed. "Not gonna lie? He's kind of a douche. I mean, after… Some 'character building' I can honestly say that commitment isn't for me anymore, but at least I'm open about it. Johnny seems like the kind of dick that gets married just so that when his affairs leave him he's got a steady companion waiting for him to come back."

Kitty nodded. She'd thought the same thing for a long time, now, but she just kept hoping shed be able to get Johnny to grow up!

"And sadly?" Danny continued. "It doesn't look like he's changing anytime soon. So, this leaves you with a few options. You could try to make him jealous again, but we both know how that goes." He said, remembering his first meeting with her and her possession of Paulina. "Option 2 is that you leave him. Try to find someone who can A: put him in his place and B: Give you the commitment you crave." Which squarely left Danny, himself, out of that running. "Or option 3: You grow and accept that Johnny's a would-be 'player.' In return? You have your own fun 'on the side.' Basically making your relationship an open one and allowing you to actually work out your frustrations while keeping Johnny as your primary partner. It takes a bit of work, but if he's gonna be doing it? Then why the hell shouldn't you get to do so?" he shrugs.

Kitty pondered for a moment. "Are you sure, Ghost-boy, that you aren't just trying to get me to sleep with you?"

Danny shrugged and sipped his drink again. "I claim nothing. Would I mind? Hell no. You're hot and I'd like nothing better than to bang you like a Taiko Drum from sundown to sunrise. But I'm not a 'commitment' guy. Not in the slightest. Not even enough to pretend."

Kitty pondered. "Well..." she thought more and more on the subject. She wanted Johnny to herself, damn it! She was a jealous person by nature, and change like that didn't come easy for Ghosts. If it came, it was a complete change, not gradual like living people.

But.

On the other hand? She DID like Danny. He was nice, honest about his intentions, and at least he was open to the idea.

When Danny woke the next day, he found Kitty sprawled across his chest naked as a jaybird, the remnants of last night's adventures making an uncomfortable place to lie in the bed. When he extricated himself from her embrace, stumbling over her stockings and other articles of clothing strewn about his room, he made his way first to the bathroom and then to the kitchen. Sitting at the table was his best friend, sipping a cup of coffee like it was the ambrosia of the gods.

"Dude." Tucker said, looking up from his dark infusion of energy. "I didn't sleep."

"Why the hell not?" Danny asked. "I slept like the dead."

"Yeah. After you were done." Tucker sniped. "Two hours ago. I had a girl over, ya know? But she left after, like, an hour. We couldn't compete. Seriously. Who'd you bring home, anyway? And why did she have to keep banging on the damned wall? You know we're not getting the security deposit back, right?"

Danny shrugged. "Eh. I met up with Kitty at the club last night." He was going to continue, but tucker nearly spat out his coffee and began coughing.

"Dude!" he cried when his airways had cleared enough. "Kitty!? Miss Possession herself? Kiss-that-can-banish-people Kitty!?"

Danny shrugged. "Yep."

"What the hell, dude… It's like you're going through the list of your old enemies…" Tucker sighed as he got back to drinking his coffee.

It wasn't entirely inaccurate, to be honest. Still, even Ember was far from Danny's 'first time.' No, that honor went to Paulina. Yep. You heard right. Paulina was Danny's first full-blown sexual experience. And ironically it wasn't just because of his identity as Danny Phantom. It actually happened in part thanks to a former friend… But that's a story for another time.

Danny and Tucker's lives went on, with either one or both of them hunting for the eternal glory all young men seek. Much more effectively that Skulker, to be sure.

Kitty turned out to be a semi-regular. Mainly when she had frustrations to work out about her relationship with Johnny, but Ember stopped by from time to time when she heard Danny was taking a music course in the violin. Honestly? It was mainly just to hang out and feel 'normal' for a few hours at a time when they weren't at cross-purposes.

Even with this, Tucker still had his finger on the pulse of the techno concert crowd, and when another rave was planned? He dragged Danny out of the apartment and away from his astronomy homework to go. Danny had broken up a burgeoning Necromancer Circle who'd been trying to get their hands on some mystic artifact that would allow them to raise an army of the dead. You'd think they'd have realized that a ward against Ghosts would only hinder him for a while… not to mention that Constantine asshole who'd joined in the fight was able to take the ward down entirely.

The nightclub was called 'The Circuit Board' and played pretty much only techno remixes of various pop songs, along with Dubstep. It was certainly not the worst place he'd been to, even if it amounted to a glorified warehouse. The crowd was lively, and even the local heroes turned up to dance and socialize amongst the youth of Jump City.

Danny's attention was almost immediately stolen by a dark-haired beauty with two strange tattoos above her eyebrows dancing away on the floor.

"Phantom." Danny heard from behind him. He turned to see the leader of the Teen Titans, Robin, standing there in civilian clothing save the almost omnipresent Domino-mask he wore.

"Boy Wonder." He nodded back. "How they hangin'?" he asked.

"Could be better. Could be worse." Robin said, noncommittally. "What brings you out of your lair?"

Danny almost chuckled. He and Robin didn't exactly see eye-to-eye, and with Robins refusal to believe in Ghosts, insisting they were just 'extradimensional entities' or some such nonsense, he and Danny didn't have much to talk about save when the Teen Titans had a problem with Necromancers or Ghostly interference.

"I could ask you the same thing." He said. "But, since you asked? I'm here for the party. Just broke up a Necromancer circle near Sacramento, and Tucker thought this would be a good way to unwind."

Robin grunted in acknowledgement. If it didn't happen in Jump? He didn't really have authority… Robin was just peeved that he had to cede authority within Jump City to Danny if it turned out to be within Phantom's charter contract.

Danny's attention HAD been on the boy wonder. As much as they might butt heads? He was still a Hero and Danny respected that. Even if he didn't agree with the idea of the Justice League. So when the same black-haired knockout Danny'd been ogling previously came up and put a hand on Robin's shoulder, Danny was taken by surprise.

"Robin! Who is your friend, here?" she asked, giving Danny a good look-over. His image-inducer was off, since he figured if the Teen Titans were here then people would be too concerned with them to bother him overmuch. It had worked out, he got a couple of second looks, but most people were interested in the Titans these days. Much higher public profile among the younger crowd.

Danny sipped his drink, a non-alcoholic beverage fitting to the scene for the night even if he might have added some 'flavor' from a flask. Never doubt the power of whiskey.

"Blackfire, this is Phantom. Phantom? This is Blackfire. Hopefully a new member of the Titans." Robin said, emphasizing her potential membership in the Teen Titans. Danny couldn't help but wonder if he was trying to warn Danny off or not…

"Phantom? Like, Danny Phantom?" Blackfire asked, her eyes taking on a curious and, if Danny wasn't mistaken, maniacal gleam. But, Danny was not one to turn down the attentions of someone who was easily a 9.5 on the hot-scale!

Deciding to put on a small show, he turned himself invisible before walking intangibly through Blackfire. He allowed himself to become visible once again behind her while she was still shivering from the unexpected cold-spot that had moved through her.

"In spirit, anyway." He said, making her nearly jump to look behind her. Robin sighed at the display, but nodded to Danny politely as he moved off to schmooze amongst the crowd.

"Oh, my. A spirit? Your exploits are famous, you know. Even off this little dirtball. After the… 'Disasteroid' I think you call it? Your name got spread around the quadrant." Blackfire was practically right up against him, leaning on his shoulder, taking his free arm in hers and pressing her admittedly modest chest against him.

"Really? And here I thought I was only famous in the Ghost Zone." He chuckled. "I kind of figured my name would get out, but for an alien princess to have heard?" he took a wild guess. Blackfire and Starfire were rather close in names, and the looks were somewhat similar, especially in her current outfit. "Let me guess. Starfire's sister? I saw her land on earth."

"And you didn't get involved?" Blackfire asked, hiding the anger at her sister's name being mentioned. Especially the idea of being known as 'Starfire's sister.'

"Nah. Not my business. Not to mention it's not within my Charter." Danny explained, leading his current companion to a place to sit. A small booth in the back of the club with a privacy curtain and comfortable seating.

"Oh? I thought all you earthling heroes got involved in things, no matter what?" she asked.

"Not me. My business is Ghosts, and the Ghost Zone. My Charter doesn't cover anything else, which means it falls under the Justice League's jurisdiction if local authorities can't handle it. And despite what Robin might want to believe? Ghosts aren't just aliens with varied powers."

Blackfire nodded. "Interesting… So, I hear you… offer services?" she asked. Danny felt a foot against his thigh moving with dangerous speed towards his Joy Department.

"I don't know how that got out…" he sighed. He blamed Tucker, for the most part. After the joke about 'going through the list of his old enemies' Tucker had somehow gotten a message out to the villain community through various Dark Web message boards that Danny was not averse to a bit of nightly fun-time with villainesses.

"But it IS true, yes?" she pressed. This was proof positive that Danny wasn't really dealing with a nice girl… but so far? She was above the line!

"What's your pleasure?" he asked, giving her a wink.

Blackfire didn't respond verbally, she simply removed her foot from where it had been rubbing against Danny's 'Master of Ceremonies' and seemed to wiggle in her seat before pulling her hands up and showing Danny what she'd been retrieving. A pair of black lacy panties was pushed into his hands. "Show me what you've got, Ghost-Hero." She whispered into his ear as she leaned over and straddled his lap.

Blackfire's breasts weren't large, but like most athletic women, she had it where it counted. Firm, yet soft in all the right places, and sensitive. Small nipples hidden beneath a sports bra which was quickly and efficiently disposed of with a bit of phasing.

Blackfire was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted, and how to get it. Ask anyone on Tameran. Blackfire was ruthless when she wanted something. And she knew that eventually, if she wanted to take over Tameran, she'd need help. And who could ask for better help than a famous Ghostly warrior? If that Warrior was loyal to her? All the better.

So when she found herself bared for a relative stranger to view? She knew it was for a bigger purpose. Danny Phantom was a known name to those who listened. A Hero, but manipulable. She would have him wrapped around her little finger!

She sat on his lap and, with a minimum of awkwardness, unzipped his pants, pulling out his prick for her tactile inspection. It stood proud with the attention being paid to it as she rubbed herself against it. Getting wet wasn't too difficult for her, not when she could practically feel the power just under the surface from the Hero. Her lower lips moved up and down the slab of flesh as the head pushed against her flesh, ringing the doorbell to her entrance as she moved.

Danny was far from idle, as his hands made themselves useful on her breasts, exploring the soft but firm flesh in circles, as if trying to memorize their feel before moving to the sensitive nipples. His fingertips made small circles around the areolae, running along the slightly bumpy surface before his thumbs pushed against the hardened peaks. Danny leaned forward and licked around her left nipple, wetting the darkened skin with his tongue before moving to the other and repeating the process. He let out a cold breath when he was satisfied that her nipples were wet, and watched as the pale Tameranian girl shivered. Her breasts jiggled slightly with the motion, and her nipples tightened, hardening just a bit more before he took one between his lips and began lavishing attention on the cherry-hard nub.

Blackfire, while enjoying herself, knew she had a plan to get to, and not a lot of time to do it in. So she looked down at the earthling and smiled. "So, here." She said, rubbing herself a bit more forcefully against his erection, "You have a choice, here. I'm royalty, and the front door only opens for one partner. The back-door's open for business, though." She said, a coquettish smile on her face.

Danny knew what this meant. He didn't have to read a lot of fantasy novels to know where the 'front door' would lead to… But no one ever said that a young man with a beautiful girl on his lap made the best of decisions. So his hands abandoned their posts on her breasts and one journeyed to her left hip while his right held his prick straight up, taking aim at the warm, wet and welcoming hole between the lips that had been kissing the underside of his dick for the last minute.

"Why not both, then?" he offered before shoving her down onto him. He felt something… not quite break? But as he entered her exquisitely tight tunnel, he did feel like something got pushed away, the last remnants of purity, perhaps? His mind couldn't be asked to focus on that. Not when a silken vice grip was making it hard to focus on anything but the sensory input coming from the whole of his dick. Blackfire was a strong girl, and her muscle density was much higher than that of a human, so the whole thing was clamping down on him as he pushed into her, at once resisting and welcoming the intruding shaft of flesh.

Blackfire bit back a grimace as she felt what was left of her virginity go by the wayside. Her plan was working PERFECTLY! No aphrodisiac like a plan working and an attentive lover. While Danny's mind was solely occupied on the feeling of his dick being swallowed by Blackfire's body, the hand he'd been using to aim went to her right asscheek and gripped it like a dying man. His hand on her hip kept pushing her down as inch after inch vanished into her and then reappeared. He was guiding the tempo, though she quickly caught on and pushed his head against her chest.

It didn't take much more for Danny to get the clue as he latched onto one of the bouncing nipples in front of him while thrusting into the willing body above him.

With a tempo established, Blackfire took control and began riding Danny like he was a prize-winning stallion. She watched him as he thrust into her, enjoying the moment of being in control of a mighty personage she'd heard tell about. Most of what she'd heard came from the planet earth, not offworld, so it was rather obviously slanted. Still, a being capable of leading an army of the Dead to turn an entire planet insubstantial to avoid being erased from existence by an astronomical phenomenon was nothing to sneeze at. He had strength, he had power, and she had him at her whim. She knew she didn't have much time, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy what time she had!

He wasn't overly skilled, but enthusiasm made up for a lot. She was still sore from the removal of what remained of her virginity, but it was bearable. She felt full whenever he pushed into her, and empty whenever she withdrew. Juices ran down his shaft as her tunnel provided more than enough lubrication. Each wet 'thwap' of flesh meeting flesh was better music than this club could put on for Blackfire's ears.

It wasn't until the tension that had been building up in her gut finally released that Blackfire realized just how much she was enjoying this. It was rapidly accompanied by a warm feeling splashing around inside her, and she knew exactly what that was. Even without feeling it before, she could feel Danny twitching inside her with each pulse of warmth. When he leaned back into the seat, breathing heavily as he hugged her close, she knew.

She had him! HAH! Take THAT Koriand'r!

Danny was resting. Not done. With a clearer head, he knew exactly what kind of hell he'd just put himself in for… but with a twist and some clenching, Blackfire swept those thoughts out of his head. She was sitting on his lap, still, but facing the other way, giving Danny a prime view of the second goal-post of this encounter. And with all the juice Blackfire had been spilling over him? He only needed a few minutes to get back up to full mast.

When both were completely wasted and tired, and more than a little sore on Blackfire's part having been claimed thoroughly in both holes, Blackfire grinned at the ghostly Hero. "Come back with me." She said.

"Like, back to Titan Tower?" Danny asked, "I don't think that's such a good idea. Robin and I don't get along outside of a professional setting."

"No." she grinned like a cat with a canary in paw and a bowl of milk nearby. "I mean back to Tameran. You can visit, check out the scenery, and impress upon my people just how very capable you earthlings are."

Now, Danny was interested in seeing space. But he wasn't an idiot. He remembered what she'd said. He knew for a fact that if he went with her to Tameran? He'd likely not be coming back. So, time for emergency plan #29.

"I've got classes for the next few years." He shrugs. "Can I delay this until then? I'd like to know what I'm looking at, not to mention not making an utter fool of myself when we get there?" he offers.

Blackfire, for her part, knew that this was a stalling tactic. But she knew she had him now! "Hmmm." She pouted as she pondered before smiling brightly. "Alright then, Phantom. You take your classes here on Earth, but once those are done? I'll show you just how much you earthlings don't know."

After another few minutes, Blackfire had to leave in order to get offworld before her sister and her friends could cotton on to her crimes and attempted frame-job. Danny, meanwhile, was having a minor panic attack.

"Seriously, Tucker. Easily a 9.5 on the hot-scale, right?" he showed a picture he'd taken of Blackfire, where she was posing as she was getting dressed… Sans panties.

Tucker nodded. "But an 8.0 on the crazy-meter." He countered.

"That's above the line!" Danny defended. "It's still acceptable! She hasn't tried to kill me yet, at least!"

"No, she's only basically scheduled the wedding. Dude. What were you thinking!?" Tucker asked, holding in his laughter.

"Um…" Danny tried to come up with a logical and reasonable explanation for his actions… "The booty was good?" he offered weakly.

Tucker nodded. "Argument accepted, and agreed. Just know that this WILL come back and bite you in the ass."

/end of line.