Does anyone remember Ricky Marsh?! Yeah, neither do I. But, ever since I stumbled across him, I've been wanting to add him to this collection.

Ricky was briefly mentioned in Splitting Images, so he is a real character. And he has history with Sam. Wonderful, wonderful history.

I don't own Danny Phantom~


Ricky stood still, not believing the Goddess that stood before him.

She was truly a divine being, dressed in a way that no mortal could ever hope to understand. He was disgusted whenever others sneered at her attire. She was ethereal, something that was made to be worshipped.

Ricky had thought, after his family pulled him out of the Amity Park education system for home schooling, that he would never get to see her again.

But, now she stood before him, gracing him with her marvelous presence.

"My Lady," Ricky gasped out. "No, no, my Queen!"

"Ricky Marsh," the way her painted lips formed his name made him weak in the knees.

"Yes, my Goddess?"

"Have you been…a bad boy?" her amethyst eyes sparkled. Her black hair contrasted with her pale white skin. She practically glowed in the bright light of his bedroom.

"Yes, yes, I have, my Mistress!" Ricky cried out.

Sam Manson grinned, content.

"Then…you need to be punished."

Ricky's scream was full of joy as she advanced on him.


Why are all of these so perverted?! Why do I do this to myself? I don't even know anymore.

Imma just go to my corner. I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter.