BLACKENED Box An Erotic Danny Phantom Phan Phiction
"Have fun skulking around the Ghost Zone, you big fucking nerd!" Danny Phantom exclaims as the ghost called Skulker; who was in fact a big fucking nerd, is sucked off into the Ghost Zone via Danny's Fenton Thermos. Skulker was not happy that he was trapped inside the very thermos that Danny Phantom aka Danny Fenton named after himself or his grandfather or whatever. He was struggling and resisting in a futile attempt to escape the phallic device. Sam; Danny's girlfriend or some shit saw this throbbing thermos and wanted to put it in her butt. Knowing that it was probably unsanitary; (who knows where that thing has been?) she hornily calls to Danny:
"Danny, I am horny for your big throbbing thermos, but like not the real thermos, I'm talking about your penis!"
"Oh sugar honey ice tea, after a long day of sucking off ghosts to the Ghost Zone, I am also horny for you Sam, my big tiddy goth girlfriend!" Danny, now back in his regular ass teenager form, exclaimed equally if not slightly hornier than Sam addressed him. They begin holding hands and walk away from the middle of the local HS football game whom's audience they just rescued and could hear their horny exchange. As they bowl-leggedly walk away (Danny from his roaring boner, and Sam from her absolutely drenched panties), Danny and Sam look back at their token black friend, Tucker:
"Hey Tuck, you coming?" Danny asks Tucker in that double meaning buddy buddy joking way to which Tucker sharply and bitchily responds; again with a full audience: "I wish! ". But sadly Tucker knew he wasn't coming, in this spelling or the other. Danny; reading Tucker's sarcasm, tosses him the thermos that Sam wanted in her butt two paragraphs ago and tells him to go drop the load into the Ghost Zone and to have a good night. Tucker knew that he would be dropping a load, but what he didn't know was that in fact he would be having a good night…
Once Tucker gets to the gaping hole that when turned on would open a gooey portal to the Ghost Zone, he noticed that it was eerily quiet. Normally Danny's ghost hunter family; who's basement the hole sits in, is there monitoring that gaping hole but alas no one else was there. Tucker reaches for the big red button that turns on the gaping hole to the Ghost Zone, but what is this?! The silence has been broken!
"OOOOOH I AM THE BOX GHOST! FEAR ME!" the Box Ghost; a long time frenemy of these cartoon characters, lazily declared in his usual fashion. Tucker has seen this routine almost as many times as he lusciously strokes his 50 caliber cock to Facebook pictures of his crush; SNL era Tina Fey, which is to say, a lot. Tucker couldn't help but notice the Box Ghosts perfect man ass. The time was now! Tucker wastes no time and begins his ultimate gamble. Immediately the tear-away cargo pants and torn away by Tuck's own hand revealing his fully erect Washington monument! By the way Tucker was wearing tear-away pants that day. Anyways, He makes direct eye contact with the now dumbfounded Box Ghost and just tells it as straight as a wet spaghetti noodle:
"I want to shove my long dong into your box until one of us, preferably me, orgasms! Oh and I don't mean those ghost boxes that you conjure up, I mean your. Box". The Box Ghost didn't know how to respond… other than by reciprocating, taking off his gray Carhartt overalls (now starting at only $54.99 USD). Tucker was both relieved and astounded, not only because his sex gamble payed off but because he hit the absolute jackpot with this ghost! Not only did the specter has the perfect box, but also the perfect rod! He could give as well as he could take! Perfectly balanced as all things should be.
The two of them wasted no time (not they needed to, the engines were already revved up and it's not like the Box Ghost needs any kind of lube, he's made out of ectoplasm for Christ's sake). Tucker penetrated the Box Ghost's box with his one-eyed snake beginning the next 1min 26sec of pure ecstasy. It was sweaty, it was raw, and most of all it was right. The Box Ghost was no longer a ghost, he's been made into a screaming banshee. The timing was perfect, on the final thrust of Tucker's chocolate bazooka firing his rocket, he got right in there and hit the cum button with 100% accuracy. It was over as quickly as it started which; to reiterate, was 1min 26sec.
The two of them lay down exhausted. Catching their breath. Taking in all that just happened. Etching it into their minds forever. Tucker remarked at how that was the best 1min 26sec that he had ever experienced in his life up until that point. The Box ghost sheepishly agreed with him. Tucker then went upstairs to freshen up and to make himself and ONLY HIMSELF a post sex sandwich (a sexwich©). While alone, the Box Ghost did the second thing that he came to do that day! He grabbed the unattended Fenton Thermos to unleash all his captured friends who had heard everything that he just did and hoped they would be grateful. He paused a moment while unscrewing the top to think about the top that just screwed him. He pushed through the thoughts; like Tucker's rock hard Johnson pushed through him, and unscrewed that top releasing all of his ghoulish friends! Tucker returned with a turkey sandwich with lettuce, tomato, a slice of Colby jack cheese, honey mustard, and light mayo only for it to be dropped on the ground!
"How could you do this to me?! After all we've been through? All 1min 26sec of it?!"
"I did what I had to do to save my ghosty homies! Oh and by the way, I was faking it the entire time!" the proceeded to make that obnoxious ghost howling noise that he does. Now all the ghosts had been let loose onto the town, and it was all Tuckers fault god damn it. He didn't care. He had gotten all he wanted that night, and it would mostly be Danny cleaning up all of his mess anyways. Tucker picked up that sandwich, ate it, got dressed and went home. But before he left, he turned around to the Box Ghost gave him a sad look and said:
"I'll never forget your beautiful blackened box…"