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AN: Yeeeeeees. People seem to be following this story quite a bit. I hope this trend keeps up, personally. I hope my normal readers also come over and see how it's doing. Though some reviews might be nice as well. Gotten one, so far. In other news: I actually have a coherent plot concept! This is a rare thing for me, but I always get excited when my Muse (I call her Caffienae) gets into her boss' supply of stimulant drugs.

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Checking himself out 'at any cost' turned out to be easy as hell. He just asked to be signed out. Since he was physically recovered and after a brief checkup and some questions about medical procedures to avoid given his unique physiology, apparently a common enough thing in this world as to warrant its' own set of forms he was let loose upon a new and unsuspecting world.

First stop? The police station to pick up his stuff. He appeared to be in a residential section of the city, with a large park nearby and the vibrancy of the greenery, for such a sterile environment in the city was rather astounding to behold. Danny had seen national parks that looked more blighted and less cared for than the park nearby, but the streets were so clean he had a feeling he could probably extend the 5-second rule all the way to 10 seconds. Or even 15 seconds!

The fact that the Hospital was right next to the police center did not escape him, either. Nice subtle message, there. Getting his equipment from the Police was… Interesting. Were it not for Officer Jenkins' words, he was certain more of his equipment would have been confiscated. His gauntlets had been confiscated, as they represented a form of capture-technology that bypassed the normal means by which Pokeballs contained their targets.

Danny done away with carrying about the bulky and cumbersome thermos, though he still kept one or two around just for nostalgia, as it made it incredibly dangerous to capture a ghost when he had to reach to his belt, uncap the thermos, and then aim it before activating it. Instead he and his parents had developed the 'Fenton Ghost Gauntlets' which basically performed the same function, but utilized the Fenton Crammer's space-storage technology to utilize a smaller volume of realspace.

The League had confiscated them, until he found a way home, as while the projections and spec of the devices said they'd only work on Ghost types it bypassed the mandated security measures in most anti-capture chips, difficult as they might be to put into a Ghost-type. It was a risk. The Indigo league hates risk.

So while he was able to reclaim his normal clothing and a majority of his equipment, a good number of things were confiscated due to their nature as 'forbiddentech.' That was a term new to Danny, but he could easily infer what it meant from the designation itself. Still, he was given a promissory note that the devices would be returned to him upon him finding a method by which to return to his home dimension.

What really spiked Danny of the whole situation? He could conclusively prove the Multiverse theory, but he couldn't tell anyone back home about it until he found a way to bypass the seemingly insurmountable barrier keeping him from leaving. The agreements he had to sign were also rather grating. If he ever returned home, he had to promise not to return with yet more forbiddentech, he had to promise not to 'rock the boat' as it were while he stayed, or risk forfeiture of his confiscated equipment and his stipend. He had to sign all kinds of agreements, and the paperwork of effectively bringing him to life within the League had begun to give his hand cramps.

Along with his equipment, he was given a small device used to prove his identity, and would connect him to his League-issued account for his Stipend. It wasn't a Pokedex, as those cost more money than the League was willing to spend on someone who may or may not take up a Pokegirl-related career choice, but it had enough storage space to fit plenty of books, at least, and the various applications needed for everyday life in the Indigo League. Like banking.

The startup was long, but afterwards it worked just fine. Danny flipped through a few of the pre-loaded books, the kind of things one would be able to find in pamphlets across the League, for suitable places to set up shop. At least for the time being. His balance with the Stipend wasn't much, but it was at least something. Based on the information he saw in the various pamphlets your average home didn't cost all that much. Apartments or city-living in general was where the big money-drain was. Where your average house on the edges of a city cost somewhere near 1,000,000 slc (Standard League Credits) a condo in Viridick or Celeboner cost nearly quadrupal that. Apartments were cheaper in the short term, with the highest he saw being 450,000 per month and the median being closer to 50,000 per month in most cities.

Seriously, the sexualized names wore incredibly thin with great rapidity. Celeboner, Cerulesbian, Lavenderriere… It was like someone let a teen just going through puberty name the towns and cities in the League. But…

Danny shrugged. "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." He said to himself as his feet carried him to a small suburban park. The greenery was lush and flourishing, and a pond sat in the center of the park with walkways paved all around. It even had a running track around the pond. Being about midday by the time he found himself there, the place had a few people walking around.

One couple, a man in his late teens and a young woman wearing a lot of green with pointed ears stood out to the Halfa. The fact that the girl had her pants around her knees and was bent over a bench while the guy took her from behind in what can only be called a manly fashion in the full viewing eyes of the public rose some curiosity in him. When he saw another young man walk by and give his physically occupied contemporary a fist-bump… Well, Officer Monroe's words about the whole world revolving around sex made a bit more sense.

No one cared about public displays of sexuality, it seemed. If anything? It just got others involved. Not five minutes after passing the man with the elfin-eared girl bent over the bench, he found Fist-Bump-Boy with his pants down getting a blowjob from a purple-skinned Succubus kind of thing wearing a distinctive collar…

Danny could only conclude two things from this evidence. One: This world was fucked up. Two: It wasn't fucked up in an overly bad way.

It didn't take long for him to find a place he could stay for a while, the Pokegirl Center was run sort of like an emergency clinic and hostel rolled into one. The NurseJoy that worked there was nice enough, with a notice from the police that he was from a different dimension, to let him rent out one of the rooms usually reserved for travelling Tamers until he could get a more permanent place to live and some stable employment.

He took that week to study up on the single most lucrative career option.

He'd looked at skilled labor. He'd looked through the tech-support industry. All the fields he knew of in his world where one could at least sink their teeth into a job field.

But being a recognized Tamer meant a license to wander about in the wilderness without people asking too many nosey questions. It meant freedom to move about. On the other hand, it also meant being tied down to a profession, with the expectations that would come with it. Like sending whatever constituted his pool of easy-access poon into an arena to fight for the pleasure of a crowd or a Pay-Per-View audience. Not the best of prospects.

Ultimately, it was also the single most lucrative option that fit with his current abilities. He didn't know enough of the world to legitimately set up any kind of technology base he could sell, despite his aptitude for building and repairing. He didn't think he'd ever want to be involved in keeping 30+ Pokegirls 'tamed' at once, given that he was pretty sure that would chafe in a literal sense after a VERY short time. And then came the fact that being a Tamer was practically THE entry-level job in this world for any profession that didn't involve retail or asking 'would you like fries with that?'

So it was that with his research concluded, he sat down on one of the benches in the park next to a small clear pond. He sighed as he looked at the water before letting a small bundle of cold ectoplasm gather in his right hand. It formed a ball which he proceeded to roll over his hand, front and back. Contact-juggling was just one of those things he'd picked up to help him with his energy control and coordination. After a few minutes of only using one ball, he formed another and began to do it in earnest, trying to take his mind off of the relatively hopeless situation he found himself in.

He was alone in a strange new world surrounded by people who gave off lust like it was going out of style. His only real option for a viable career while he searched for a means of return to his home dimension involved what could generously be called sexual slavery and gladiatorial fights.

He'd also lost his virginity at long fucking last. That was a plus-side. If he could feed off the lust in the air he'd never have to worry about recharging ever again. It wasn't his favored source of emotional 'charge' but he'd survived off worse. He'd fed on rage, he'd sipped at pride, he'd even dined upon the admiration of a crowd. This is how Desiree, Ember, Spectra and Skulker had gained power, after all. Each of them preferred a specific emotion. Desire, Admiration, depression or fear respectively. But Ghosts in general fed off the emotions of the living. Ember used the admiration of chanting her name to empower her while Spectra used the depression of teenagers (her preferred targets since their emotions were often much more malleable) to keep herself looking young and beautiful.

Danny preferred to feed off hope. Every Ghost tended to adopt mannerisms to inspire their favored emotional 'meal.' So Danny tried to inspire hope by being a Hero. He'd wanted to be a hero, someone special others could look up to, even before the accident. But now? He did it so he could feel that warmth for a bit longer. It was like finding a fire in a frozen wilderness and every person feeling the emotion nearby was like another comforting fire you could warm your hands by.

Hope tasted good. Like a nice juicy steak covered in mushrooms, onions and seasoning. At least to Danny. Spectra, in one of her less homicidal and more lucid moments, once told him that depression tasted like a good strong stew to her. Admiration tasted more like a nice juicy burger. That is why he got angry when people feared him, as well, because it tasted like Asparagus and broccoli. Skulker was truly the greatest monster of them all, if that's what he actually liked. To be fair, everyone tasted things differently, so he could have been wrong.

Lust, for Danny Phantom, tasted like sweat mixed into grape soda. The various 'flavors' of emotion could be ignored, but he always KNEW what it tasted like… This is why it took so long for him to finally 'turn in his v-card.' Lust was disgusting in the abstract.

As he juggled the balls of ice, and his thoughts occupied by his memories and theories of trying to feed on the lust (and powering through the 'taste') he hadn't noticed a young girl, human-looking, walking up to him and watching. When his eyes finally turned to her, she nearly jumped before righting herself. She smiled and formed two balls of ice on her own and began trying to mimic his movements. After the first ball dropped, Danny let one of his own balls evaporate before showing her how he moved with just one hand moving his ice-ball.

He showed her, slowly, how his hands moved to control where the ball moved, before adding in the ball itself. He let her try it herself with just the one ball she had left and showed her a few tricks, like passing the ball between hands, and even let her record a small clip of his movements for memory. No words were spoken between the two as they went through this exchange. Just someone with a visual skill showing someone how to replicate it.

After about half an hour, in which Danny had gone to a less movement-oriented form, circling four balls in his hand with minimal movement of his fingers, the girl seemed to get the basic idea of how to juggle one ball on her dominant hand without dropping it multiple times. He'd had to make a few balls of his own icy ectoplasm for her to use, since it didn't appear she'd weighted them properly, and he figured she could keep them if she wished. It's not like they'd melt unless he wanted them to, after all. Ghost-ice is… Weird.

The young girl smiled wide before running off. Danny just watched for a few seconds before shrugging. He'd given lessons for less strange circumstances than some girl walking up to him and trying to mimic his movements.

He sat in that park all day, letting himself feed on the emotions of the city around him. Fear was a common flavor, disgusting as it was. The irony of it being associated with 'healthy foods' was not lost on him. Lust was more common than anything. But actual love was found mainly in the older crowds who frequented the park in the late afternoon. He tasted Hope for a few minutes, flowing off a young man who looked like he'd just come out of the woods from the south of the city. Along with Idealism, determination and some love mixed in. Weird. It wasn't the mature, aged love of someone like the old man who'd been sitting with his younger-looking wife on the park bench next to Danny's claimed spot or the man and woman (An actual human female!) playing chess in another part of the park, but the young love one would find in a newlywed.

Danny had glided along behind the young man, invisible, intangible and flying, to feed off those emotions as long as possible as he went through the Pokegirl Center's healing cycle and then to the Gym. When the young man entered, Danny departed. He didn't want to take the chance given that Gyms were effectively government buildings.

He returned to the park shortly thereafter, but this time he sat closer to the old man and his wife and began trying to make conversation.

"Lots of people come through here, eh?" he offered, trying to break the ice.

The old man didn't even look away from the pond. "Yes." He said.

"Young people, older people… This park is nice." Danny nodded.

The older man nodded back, "Indeed. Not like the Blue League. Smaller landmass, there. But closer communities."

The man's wife smiled, "Oh, Dear." She began, Danny could hear the affection she had for the man, and the importance of the word 'dear.' "That's part of why we moved here, remember?"

Danny chuckled. "Couldn't take it anymore?" he asked.

The old man finally turned to look at Danny. "Yes. I'm a bit of a loner, and I didn't fancy seeing myself sitting in a pub when I'm in my 60's trying to figure out how to talk to people 30 years my junior."

Danny balked a bit. He could hear the recrimination in the older man's voice. "Sorry. I'm new here. Trying to get the lay of the land, and you two have probably one of the most mature bonds I could feel." He explained. "I was hoping I could talk to you guys and try tog et my bearings."

The woman smiled and her face showed the curiosity that her aura showed in abundance. "Oh my. A psychic? No… Not quite. It has a more… Ephemeral quality." She said, mainly to herself, as she looked Danny over. "Like it's only half there. Mimicking a psychic awareness, but more connected to emotions."

"Angela. Enough." The older man said before his own face broke into a grin. His weathered face showing humor where his aura stayed the same to Danny's eyes. "So, young man. What can this old-timer do for you, then?"

Danny shrugged. "I've got a lot of… Issues. The main one is that I'm new to the dimension…" he was going to continue, but the man and his wife both looked at each other and laughed.

When they finally calmed down to some light chuckling, the man nodded. "Sorry about that, young man. We've had experience with your kind before. Back home in the Blue League, we had someone from another dimension show up out of nowhere as well. Not nearly as round-about, but still confused and lost."

Danny scratched his cheek nervously. "Yeah… Trying to get my legs under me, here."

The woman smiled, "I hope you have better luck than the other one did. He died because he thought his otherworldly abilities would be enough to stop a Team attack without Pokegirls to help him out."

Talk about a downer.

The older man smiled, "Don't worry, young man. As long as you're smart? You'll find this world isn't so bad. As a wise man once said? 'There's really nothing to winning. So long as you are blessed with a keen eye, an agile mind, and no scruples whatsoever.' Personally? I think a few scruples are needed to win and flourish, but winning in the short term doesn't require any." He said. His hands were clasped around a walking stick, the handle of which was only just now visible for Danny to see. It was the head of a wolf snarling with a hammer-design carved into the wood.

"Oh, dear lord, where are my manners?" the older man continued. "My name is Edmund. Edmund Rowe. And this lovely creature is my wife and long-time Alpha, Angela." He gestured to the woman, who waved. "I'm convinced she's determined to outlive me out of spite for the time when she was just a Witch and I called her 'flat-chested.'"

The woman huffed and hefted her sizeable bust. "It'd serve you right, my love."

Both of them laughed. They'd obviously been through this, many times.

Danny just watched and fed off the love between them. Seasoned with age and hardships, it was strong, robust and practically rolling off them in waves.

The woman noticed Danny's slight preoccupation and her eyes glowed, symbols hidden beneath her blouse glowed in synch with her eyes and she smiled wide. "Oh… not quite an emotional vampire, are you? No, you're just… Feeding off the excess? I see."

Danny snapped out of his love-feeding-induced haze and shook his head. "Sorry!" he apologized quickly. "I can't really turn it off, you know? And it's not like I'm removing the emotion itself… I just…" he traailed off as the pair laughed.

"Don't worry, young man. I had a Wraith, once. She did the same thing. Fed off the emotions of those around her." The older man explained. "I don't mind. And if we can provide a bit of soul-nourishing positive emotion for someone? All the better, Angela is the light of my life, and if that can help others then all my years out of the game can be called well worth it." He smiled kindly.

Danny nodded and smiled back. The positive emotions were affecting him. The strength of them was enough that he began to feel the echoes of the emotions himself. He could see why the older man loved Angela. Her aura was a kind and loving one, and the brightness of it denoted a lot of power stored in her.

"Thanks." He said. "It's been an… Adventure in and of itself just finding my preferred emotional flavors in this world. Hope seems to be at a premium here, and love is even less common. Lust…" his face scrunched up in disgust. "Lust is the most common I've found. It's underneath nearly everything here. I'm afraid I might actually grow to like it if I stay too long."

The pair laughed again. This time much harder as the sun began to touch upon the horizon. "No doubts about that, Young man. Lust is one of the driving forces of this world, it seems. Lust for power, lust for money, and lust for beautiful girls who will do whatever you command them to do."

Danny nodded. "This is gonna suck."

Edmund nodded. "In both good and bad ways."

Angela nodded as well. "I think the good will make up for the bad."

Danny and Edmund both looked at her curiously.

"What?" she asked, in a mock-defensive tone," I happen to like sucking."

Edmund nodded while Danny blushed bright red.

The conversation went as well as could be expected, for Danny. He got a lot of good information out of it, and made a couple of new friends. Edmund offered to introduce Danny to his other remaining Pokegirls, the ones he hadn't sold to various ranches or given to newer Tamers. But Danny was all about NOT being that awkward.

When he finally returned to the Pokegirl center, he slipped into his bunk with a broader view of the world he was stuck within. Tamers ran the gamut of morality, even by hiw world's standard. The legality of Pokegirl Taming, and even the necessity of it, was explained. Without Tamers, Pokegirls would be little more than feral animals. The fights were used as a means of social control and an outlet for violence among the populace, much like football or MMA fights or professional Wrestling. Humanity liked to think it had evolved beyond the gladiatorial fights of the Roman Empire, but really? They just got more sophisticated about it with more rules, regulations and safety measures to ensure the combatant's survival.

Danny's bed in the room he rented was nice and comfortable, the air controlled to a degree of temperature allowed him to keep it low and he could wrap himself in comforters as his mind slipped into dreams.

Danny woke with the light of the sun rising over the horizon. With a yawning stretch he clambered out of bed and went to the showers down the hall in nothing but his underwear. A mischievous grin appeared on his face as he left a light coating of frost behind him in the hall. This hall wasn't necessary for the medical procedures of the Pokecenter, but he heard more than a few early morning Taming sessions going on.

He stepped into a nice hot shower and washed himself clean of the previous day. His thoughts, as always when he took a shower, were miles away. How were Sam and Tucker taking his disappearance? How was his Family dealing with it? Not like he could worry about it too much, given that he couldn't even get a fucking message to them, let alone get back to them for now… Frostbite once said that Ice Core ghosts tended to be more laid back than others. He'd found that as he grew, that was becoming more and more true. When he was 14? He'd have probably flown all over the world several times by now trying to find a way back.

Now? He was fine with looking at a more sedate pace. Sam, Tucker and Jazz could deal with any problems that arose in Amityville, as could his parents. And he'd left them a note telling them what he was doing, right? Shit, had he? Hmmm. The downsides of being excited for a new experiment. Memory tended to suffer.

He shook off the thoughts as he shook his hair of loose water before drying himself off. For the most part, he just phased himself and let the water drop to the tiled floor of the shower room. For his hair, he used the towel provided before dumping it into the laundry bin. He walked back to his room, taking a chance, completely naked. He did NOT want to put on the pair of underwear he'd worn yesterday. He didn't want to shower just to get dirty again immediately after.

Nothing happened. He passed a young man accompanied by a Pokegirl in the hall, and neither one had even blinked at him as he strolled naked down the hall. They might have been busy trying to get over the frost on the floor, but the girl's hair was made of flame, so that didn't seem like much of a problem. The girl looked at him a bit, but only in an appreciative way before her eyes turned back to her Tamer.

So apparently semi-public nudity wasn't an issue.

He'd decided after his talk with Edmund, given the projections the older man had given him of profits and liberties Tamers could achieve, to try for it. But today would be spent reading through Taming for Dummies. With Amelia's phone number, he was ready for the heavily slanted text on how to be a Tamer.

He was lucky. It was Amelia's day off. She was more than happy to come to his room and 'help' him through the book. She was quite the smart girl, to be fair. She was able to explain things to him when terms were used he didn't know, or when he had some moral compunction about a passage. When they got to Chapter 9, dedicated to 'best methods of Taming various Pokegirl breeds,' she was MORE than happy to help him test things out. The thing was like an abbreviated Kama Sutra.

At the end of the day, Danny was left with sore legs, a tired body, and more knowledge of Amelia's anatomy than he'd ever thought he'd gain, even after she killed his chances of ever being sacrificed to a volcano god. He flipped through pages upon pages of information on how to be a tamer. The book itself was more than just Chapter 9, despite what most Tamers might think. It had a lot of useful tips and tricks for how to track, capture and train Pokegirls, nutritional regimens for specific breeds that needed them along with a general idea for most, based on type. It had a huge chapter dedicated to camping and wilderness survival, along with a checklist of tools and items needed to survive in the wild and a chart of how much food to bring depending on how long one expected to be out, along with recommended amounts of various foodstuffs.

"Who thought out how much pasta to bring with you on a 2-week camping trip?" Danny asked himself quietly as Amelia drooled on his shoulder. She'd snuggled up close to him under the covers and seemed more than happy to stay right there until morning. Danny may have been physically exhausted after getting through Chapter 9, but he wasn't really all that tired. He'd continued while she had commandeered his left shoulder as her supplementary pillow.

Chapter 12 was particularly useful, since it gave a basic rundown of the laws in various popular locations around the world, along with the rules of specific holidays such as Sadie Poken's Day, when all Tame Pokegirls were allowed to run around a city and choose their own Tamer. It also gave the one exception to this holiday, the Dark Lady breed. Danny decided that the less he ever saw of THAT breed? The better. Crazy can be hot, but that would be like sticking his dick into a meat grinder. Only suitable if he'd just gotten out of prison on a 20-year stint. Still, he could admit that the depiction accompanying the passage was nice to look at.

Chapter 15 was dedicated to explaining the full extent of Pokegirl battles, including Gym matches, double matches, Battle Royale, and Grand Melees style matches. Danny liked the idea of the Grand Melee, since it expected the Tamer to fight as well and he'd hate to think he was just a glorified penis keeping the real fighters sane and acting as a personal trainer for them. Still, that did give him a wonderful mental image he would use forevermore whenever he ran into some asshole Tamer. A giant pulsating cock screaming orders at Pokegirls who legally couldn't disobey him.

Still, the slavery aspect stuck in Danny's craw. It was a thorn in the whole image of what a Tamer does, in his mind. It was like a constant grinding pebble in his shoe. He hated the very concept of slavery. But most of the explanations made it… Slightly more palatable. Pokegirls NEEDED humanity to maintain their sanity. Humanity also needed Pokegirls to combat other Pokegirls who weren't Tamed or had gone Feral. And there were laws protecting Pokegirls from outright abuse in most places. The difference came in what constituted 'abuse.' Still. For a man who came from a world wherein women held 90% of the power in a relationship and could, without much effort, ruin a man's life with a few words? Part of Danny, a Dark part he didn't like acknowledging, liked the concept of being the one in control.

When he'd dated Sam? It was her way or the highway. Pure and simple. And he'd had enough of that shit, thank you. He'd settled into the thought of not getting laid and avoiding female (or male) company in bed like it was the plague before this whole incident. If Sam were here with him? He had NO doubt she'd be railing against everything and anything she could see. Tucker would probably be going bug-nuts in this kind of world. A world where he stood a chance of landing a hot babe who'd be willing to let him do whatever he wanted? Yeah. They'd had a lot of talks, without Sam around, about this kind of thing. It's not that they didn't like having Sam around. But sometimes dudes need to talk with other dudes, ya know? There's just some shit a woman won't understand, and a guy needs to talk about it.

Like how much of a pain in the ass it is to find 'the perfect woman.' Short form? They don't exist. But sharing your ideal woman with a male friend is a great way to work out the kinks in your desires. Danny, personally, loved Goth girls. That was part of why he'd had such a huge hang-up about Sam. It was also why he admitted to jerking off to a picture of Ember she'd sent to his phone one Christmas when she was drunk. He liked the dark hair, pale skin and propensity for skin art. Tucker just suggested he liked makeup and tattoos on pale skin. He wasn't completely wrong.

Danny's thoughts turned back to the digital book he was reading. Chapter 16 was dedicated to surviving in areas where dangerous Pokegirls were sighted. Including an Omega Alert situation wherein all Tamers nearby were required by law to show up and help deal with a Menace breed going on a rampage. Or how to survive if one happens to find oneself on a beach during the full moon in an area where Sharptits were seen. Or under a full moon in an area where a Vampire had been sighted. Most of the advice included 'hide' or 'run like hell.'

Danny finished reading Chapter 20, dedicated solely to the concept of building a shelter in the woods and what materials work best for what environment along with how to disguise a Tamer's scent, when he finally drifted off into a short nap. When he awoke, Amelia had shifted slightly from using his shoulder as a pillow to fully using his chest while hugging the rest of his body like a body-pillow. Her legs were tangled with his own and he could feel that she was excited from the small grinding motions and wetness on his thigh.

After another hour in bed, with a newly awakened Amelia making her desires well known, and a shower with Amelia joining in and apparently deciding to let the whole floor know she was in fact a screamer when not in a bedroom, he finally made his way out of the Pokecenter. Amelia gave him a kiss before limping to the Hospital for her shift.

Danny made his way to the park once again, but today he was just killing time until 10 AM. He sat there with his phone out, reading through an app about various technologies developed. He read through about Pokeballs, and how they actually worked, which scared the living HELL out of him given the nature of matter-to-energy conversion and just how much raw energy would be needed to initiate that change, not to mention how much could be released if a POkeball were damaged in just the wrong way. Apparently in the early days that had happened quite often when people were trying to recreate them without the specs from Sukebe's labs. Whatever else the man might have been, he was a goddamned genius. Danny was absolutely certain he could work with the technology, it wasn't *too* far off from the Fenton Crammer, since that used extra-dimensional storage space in a much more stable environment than the early Pokeballs. And with the specs for Pokeballs widely available, even if the parts for such were highly regulated for private citizens, Danny was certain he could potentially build his own. Powering them with Ectoplasm was right out, though. Ectoplasm interacted differently with the technology, and usually was more focused on extra-dimensional properties than Newtonian physics. That's one of the problems of working with Ectoplasm. It's not normal matter, and as such interacts with the world in strange ways. 'Strange matter' is another good way to describe it, if not scientific given the definition of 'strange matter.'

Still. He sat there, reading through technical specifications available to the public, no doubt modified to make sure people couldn't just make their own Pokeballs and such, when his alarm went off. He made his way back to the Pokecenter 15 minutes before his deadline and registered to take the Tamer's exam. The test itself was beyond easy. It was common-sense problems, some logic problems and a few questions on Pokegirls themselves. Like, 'Which Pokegirl is especially vulnerable to psychic attacks? Naga, Slimette, Smoggy, Domina, Karima or All of the above?'

Danny moved through the test questions quickly, in some cases hoping for the best since he really didn't know some of the things involved. When he finally hit 'submit' on the computer he'd been sat down at to take the test, he leaned back and stretched. It took a further 15 minutes for a psychic evaluator to call him into her office. How the woman moved with breasts as large as hers was a physics problem Danny didn't want to solve.

"Telekinesis." She said when he sat down. "You were thinking of how I was able to walk with my tits this big. Telekinesis. I keep them supported with mental powers." She explained.

"Huh." Danny nodded. "Sorry. Forgot about the whole 'mind reading' thing." It was a little creepy, if he were being honest with himself.

"Don't worry too much about it. A lot of people think it's creepy, but it's how my breed operates. Now then. Let's get this done, shall we?" she offered as she held two fingers to her temple and began rummaging around in Danny's mind. He could feel her in there, and could even trace the intrusion back to her own mind, but he stopped short of actually doing so.

"Huh. Latent psychic ability induced by heavy interaction with Ectoplasm. Interesting. Not the most spectacular of your abilities, if your memories are anything to go by… Though if I ever hear the words 'You will remember my name' again it'll be too soon." She sighs. "Human minds. Very annoying to sort through. Interesting layout, but ultimately nothing to be overly concerned over. Too nice for your own good, but it seems you're growing out of that. Good. Another goodie-two-shoes and I'd have an aneurism. Age brings perspective on 'good' and 'evil' better than years of playing hero." She continued routing around in his mind for a few minutes. "I see Amelia's found someone she likes. Good luck with that." She said.

Danny just relaxed in his chair, letting the psychic woman go through his head. He had no secrets in this world that he cared to keep. Not like they'd stay secret, after all.

"I see you've interacted with an evil future version of yourself brought about by… Cheating on a personality test? The Career placement tests? Ugh. Cheating? Really? I will never understand how your world advanced with people harping about a simple personality test. The SATs are more important. Good moral compass, at least, came from that incident. Along with a drive to never 'fall' and become 'Him.'" She nodded as she saw the memories and personality growth he'd undergone. "Fear of becoming evil. Good in the short-term, but not really a motivation to be 'good.'"

Danny had come to that same conclusion a few years ago, really. Fear of being evil was not motivation to be 'good' so much as it was a hindrance to ambition. 'Evil' was a murky concept, and if he lived his entire existence in fear of becoming 'evil' then he'd always be questioning himself with a moral fine-toothed comb. Not worth it.

"All anyone can do is try to do right by them, and hope for the best." The psychic woman said in time with his thoughts and nodded. "Alright. We're done. You're as psychically healthy as one can expect, but the main issue is that you're not likely to go off and join a Team and use your Pokegirls for criminal activities."

Danny nodded and looked around. "So…" he began before the woman cut him off.

"Back to the front desk. File number 3129-G. Successful completion of exam and evaluation. Denise the Rapha up front will have your Pokedex and trainer license uploaded within the next 4 hours, along with the pro-rated stipend from the League. Good luck. Amelia's probably hoping you passed…. Yep. She is. While masturbating in the supply closet on floor 6. Again." She sighs.

"Problem of being a powerful psychic?" Danny offered.

The woman nodded. "If I concentrate, I can see the thoughts of anyone in the city. It's why I'm employed by the League. I know when everyone in a 5-mile radius is playing with themselves, or with others." She sighs.

"I hope I never have to deal with that." Danny remarked.

"You won't. Your talent is impressive, even if you're only half human, but ALL of my power goes into this, whereas yours is diversified." She explained. "You'll have to work on that aspect. It all seems to stem from your Ghost-half, so I have no idea how to work with it."

Danny nodded and stood, "Thank you very much, Miss. Hopefully if we meet again you will not have to go through my head."

The woman shrugged and gestured towards the door to her office.

By the end of the day? Danny was fully registered as a Tamer and all he had to do was wait for a Starter to be made available. Apparently a recent batch of new Tamers had come and gone through the exam rooms and claimed the available Starters. Even the titmouse got claimed. Danny's new POkedex was updated with his current information, his license and the data transferred from his previous hand-held computer. A small beep altered him that a new message had arrived for him.

"Your Starter is ready. Please pick her up at Pokecenter 5-blue-9-Theta."

Danny blinked. "Huh." He shrugged, closed his pokedex, and began walking back to the Pokecenter. When he got there, he was greeted by Denise, the Rapha who seemingly never sleeps and works the front desk.

"Hi there." He began, "I just got a message saying my Starter's ready for pickup?" he looked at her in confusion. When he'd asked previously, she'd said it might take a day or two for any Starters of any real potential to be donated by the ranches around the League. The general feeling is that while one's Starter usually turns out to be their strongest, early in their career most Tamers are saddled with the worst of the worst. The bottom of the barrel, because anything better can be sold for a much higher profit than the pittance the League gives in terms of tax breaks for donated Pokegirls.

"Oh! Yes." The cheery woman smiled at him, "She just got donated here about half an hour ago. She was evaluated and put on reserve for you, specifically, though not by name. A mister Rowe made sure to give me your description, and when I showed him a picture of you, he confirmed it. Sadly due to the nature of the donation, he's not eligible for any tax benefit from the donation, nor as a private citizen is he eligible, but it's still not uncommon." She explained as she reached into a cabinet and pulled out a Pokeball. "Here she is!" she said happily. "Your very first Pokegirl. I've put her through a level 2 Taming Cycle so she should be docile when released."

Danny looked at the ball and, with a moment of hesitation, took it. Edmund had donated a pokegirl and put it in reserve for him? Jeez. And here he'd thought 'decency' was a mixed bad in this world. Let alone 'charity.'

After the 'girl was registered to him as a member of his Harem, a term he still had difficulty wrapping his head around when connected to the concept of 'Danny Fenton,' he walked outside and back to the park he'd been frequenting. Taking the ball out of the holster, he pressed the release and then tossed it into the air. The ball opened and a red beam of light emerged. Matter was formed out of the energy and a young woman took shape. A modest chest, barely an A-cup if Danny's eyes were right, was covered by a black one-piece dress with long flared sleeves and a runic pattern sewed into the fabric. The dress extended down to her ankles, below which she was barefooted.

Her face was soft, though it looked like she'd had a few touch-ups with makeup. On closer inspection, that was a natural pigmentation of her skin. Dark shadows around her bright violet eyes. Eyes which seemed to dance with lightning in her irises. Her hands were small and delicate, fitting for her stature of maybe 5'7 tall if she were wearing high-heels. On top of her head, covering blue-black hair, was a pointed hat with a wide brim and a couple of star patterns sewn in with light thread.

As she finished forming, she did a little twirl, letting her dress lift from the wind and show off some more of her legs. "Hello, Master!" she said with a wink and a grin. "My name is Trixie! And I'm here to answer all of your Witch-y needs!"

Danny sttod dumbfounded, looking at the girl. She looked like she was in her late teens, at least physically. Short though she might be and sleight of build, her face had all the appearance of a young woman… Her attitude, however, seems a bit… Young. He took out his Pokedex and scanned the girl.

Witch: The Magice-Using Pokegirl

Type: Very Near Human

Element: Magic

Frequency: Uncommon to Very Rare

Diet: Human-style

Danny read through some of the entry, trying to figure out if her attitude was a genetic feature, or just something she developed. After reading a bit into the entry, he felt the girl leaning over his shoulder, her small breasts pressing into his arm. He turned his head to find her face right next to his as she looked at what he was reading.

"What'chya reading that for?" she asked. "I could tell you all of this crap. I told you. I'm here for all of your Witch-y needs, Master!" she smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "The mighty Trixie is here for all your Magical endeavors!" she leapt back to pose, her legs shoulder-width apart and one hand on her waist while the other gave him a thumbs-up. Her smile was infection as he laughed and put the Pokedex away.

"Well, Trixie. My name's Danny. Some times I go by Phantom, though." He said, holding a hand out to her.

Trixie looked at him curiously. "Phantom? What, are you a Ghost-fanatic?" she asked, leaning away from him and shivering slightly.

Danny grinned. "Not really a Fanatic." He laughed. "But it's kind of important to me. I like horror movies, and Ghosts feature heavily in a lot of 'em. But more importantly…" he trailed off as he let himself become invisible and intangible before floating next to her, updside down.

"Master!?" Trixie looked around frantically, trying to see if she could locate him.

"Boo." He said as he became visible behind her, still floating upside down.

Trixie immediately turns to look and yelped! "AIEEEE!" She leapt back away from him. "Are you a… G-g-gho-" she tried to say the word, but kept stuttering.

Danny laughed hard as he floated back to the ground and solidified himself once more. "Sorry. I love doing that."

He was immediately met with a smack to his shoulder. "Master is so mean!" Trixie whined. Danny just laughed a bit more before calming down.

"To answer? Not really. I'm half-ghost. And no, I don't mean 'heavy Ghost Type Blood-Gift' kind of half. I mean actually half ghost. Half alive, half dead." He explained. "It was a lab accident when I was fourteen. I'm from another dimension, entirely."

Trixie's eyes lost ALL of her fear at that. "A different Dimension!?" she asked, suddenly all excitement and disregarding of 'personal space.' "Tell me, tell me, tell me! What was it like? Did you have Pokegirls there? What about magic? Do you know any cool extra-dimensional spells?" she spoke all of it on one breath, trying to rush out as much information as possible in the hopes of getting as much as she could as quickly as she could.

Danny held up his hands, one of which was in the middle of Trixies chest. "Hold up. Please." He said, stifling the laughter threatening to bubble up from her childish attitude. "It wasn't like this world at all. No, we didn't have magic as far as I know. I worked with technology. My parents studied Ghosts with a desire to explain them scientifically, and an accident made me half ghost. I know extra-dimensional science, not magic. Sorry."

Trixie deflated slightly, before a fire seemed to spark behind her eyes. "I'll show you! Magic can beat your technology any day of the week! Anytime, Anywhere! And I'll learn all kinds of insanely powerful spells that can outdo your technology and you'll have to admit that the Mighty Trixie is the best and you should have studied magic instead!"

Danny laughed. "Hey, I'm not saying I wouldn't LOVE to learn magic… Hm. That actually fits rather well into my goal, honestly. I want to see if there's a way I can get home. And if Magic is REAL here? Then who's to say it wont lend a hand to the solution of my problem?" he ponders for a second before being tackled by the hyperactive Witch.

"Yay! Not even 5 minutes and my new Master already admits that Magic is AWESOME!" she cried happily. "Trixie is the best Witch EVER!"

Danny had a feeling his job as her Tamer would be… interesting.

/end chapter.

/begin finishing notes

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So there you have it. Jeebus, that's a lot of writing I've done in the last few days. This one is the longest because I couldn't figure out a good end-point. Anyway, there it is. The beginnings of Danny's Harem is…. A witch named Trixie. I'm thinking Amelia might accidentally slip her pokeball into his pack, because I like Raphas (Nursejoys) and I think having a dedicated Healer with him might be a necessity, given the trouble Danny gets into and what I've got planned for him. I always imagined Danny Fenton to be interested in Magic, but Science was all he had… Please tell me if you think otherwise.

We got to see Danny being a bit more mischievous this chapter, so hopefully I can keep the 'Danny Phantom' feel of it with him being older and a bit more cynical, and not just have an MC who happens to have Ghost powers and the name 'Danny Fenton.'

Anyway, lemme know what y'all think. Suggestions for characters are open. If you know the Pokegirls world? Feel free to suggest Rivals, harem additions, places to go, etc. Doors are open. Also, please lemme know what y'all think of Trixie. She's kind of modeled after some old friends of mine. Anywho…

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