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A/N: I'm not doing my normal stories this time, sorry. If only because I'm gearing up for NaNoWriMo. Please bear with me as I grind my way through this. 100,000 words is a massive pain in the ass, but nothing I can't potentially accomplish. In 1 night I've churned out 10,000 words of a zombie story one-shot for Pokegirls. Just need to keep concentrated. So here's a new line of thought for y'all.

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/Chapter start.

Four years ago, Danny Fenton's life had changed. It started with a supposedly innocuous dare from his friend Sam to go in and check out the 'Ghost Portal' that his parents had built. It ended with him becoming part-ghost himself through an accident involving massive amounts of electricity and Ectoplasm bonding to his genetic structure, filling in where cellular decay might normally have taken place under such trauma.

Over the course of the next two years, he found himself placed in death-defying situations fighting full Ghosts with a wide array of powers. Some were based on a theme; others were simply powerful manifestations of malignant will. One was like himself, Vlad Masters, an old friend of the family who'd undergone a similar incident decades before with a prototype of the finished portal and used his own powers for his own self-interest. Building a massive financial empire through use of possession and blackmail was well within the realm of possibility for such a being.

Most of Danny's problems came from Vlad, to be honest. Vlad employed or strong-armed many of the Ghost Zone's worst to do his bidding. Such as Skulker, who had made it his personal mission to hang Danny's pelt in his home as a trophy. And Skulker's girlfriend Ember, who hated Danny on the basis that he'd stopped her from taking over the minds of millions through her music.

He still wasn't sure HOW that relationship worked, but he was certain he didn't want to know, considering Skulker's actual form was that of a small blob of ectoplasmic goo that controlled a suit of mechanized, high-tech armor. And while over the years Danny had come to the realization that Ember, while a psychotic egomaniac, was quite attractive in a physical sense she was a bit too crazy for him to want to be anywhere near for prolonged periods of time.

Really the only time he got along with more than a few Ghosts was during the Christmas Truce. It was the only time of the year in which the various ghosts didn't feel the need to beat him to a pulp out of obligation to the truce if nothing else.

One year in, and Vlad had released the eldritch horror that was the 'King of the Ghost Zone' Pariah Dark, who proceeded to attempt an invasion of the human world starting with Danny's home city of Amity Park. 2 years in and Danny had to gather all of the Ghosts he could to turn the entire planet intangible to save both it and the Ghost Zone from obliteration at the hands of the Disasteroid, an incoming meteor made up of a significant portion of Ectoranium. This incident had also spelled the end of his secret identity, and his even passing attempts at normality. Luckily it also spelled an end of the major threats he'd had to deal with over the previous years. Vlad, who'd held the world hostage during the incident, was stuck in space or fully dead, and most of the Ghosts of the Ghost Zone had agreed to lay off for the most part, if only because Danny was no longer the scrawny little bastard who barely beat them. And without Vlad to constantly update his tech, Skulker was less than capable of keeping up with the young halfa's expanding power.

When he finally graduated from High School, so much had changed that Danny almost missed desperately fighting for his life against impossible odds.

Murphy's an asshole.

His parents, under request from a small scientific think-tank, were working on a modification of the Ghost Portal. Interdimensional physics had opened up a whole new layer of an already complicated field, confirmed some theories and disproved a slew of others. Ectoplasm was still being studied for its effects on baryonic matter… Or just to explore the attributes of non-baryonic matter in general. Luckily, such ectoplasm was harvested from the non-sentient masses in the Ghost-Zone, no matter how much certain conservative parties argued that Danny didn't count as a United States citizen due to being at least partially made of Ectoplasm and should thusly be turned over to the government for experimentation, and through him license to experiment on full Ghosts to examine their various powers.

For the good of mankind, of course. Totally not to line their own pocketbooks through various commissions they happened to be a part of, or corporations that had a vested interest in the potential applications of such information.

The modification of the Ghost Portal was a thing of technological beauty. The concept of vibrating particles to open a doorway to other dimensions, to explore and see if, perhaps, some more theories could be proven or disproven, was interesting enough on its own. But utilizing ectoplasm as a power-source made the whole thing beyond fascinating for anyone with even a passing interest in scientific discovery. His parents, once considered crackpots and fringe-scientists at the best of times, were finally recognized as pioneers in ectobiology and dimensional sciences.

The experiment went off without a hitch. That is to say that a small probe was able to go through the revamped portal and report back information on the surroundings, a wild and lush forest area. A problem surfaced in the fact that nothing could come BACK. Matter could only travel one direction in the portal as it was. Not to mention that pinning down the frequency at which the portal had to vibrate to match the destination was difficult at best. His parents, geniuses that they are, had burned through three CPU's overclocking them just to keep the portal steady for a few minutes.

When the portal shut down, all of the scientists involved were giddy with anticipation. The concept of a livable parallel dimension was exciting enough, but the data on how the computers reacted to the process was just as informative.

It got Danny curious, though. He could form portals to the Ghost Zone through his own power, infusing the air with Ectoplasm and forcing it to vibrate at its normal frequency which produced the swirling green vortex most now associated with the sight. But what happened if he tried to make them vibrate differently? Instead of, for the sake of simplicity let's say, side-to-side? What about Up and down? Or at a 7-degree angle?

He took some readings on his own in his parent's lab, the duo of geniuses having long since given up keeping Danny and his friends out when they weren't there, given how much the trio had learned over the course of 2 years, let alone the following 2. A good 'travel' experiment starts with knowing how to get 'home' after all. With some material samples and raw data copied from his parent's database he began his own experiment.

And this is how Danny Phantom vanished form the Human world and the Ghost Zone entirely. A sharp tug on his arm, the one he needed to keep the portal open, and Danny's world lost light and feeling. Context was meaningless in an infinite void between sub-atomic particles.

When he woke up? He was in a hospital. An EKG machine was beeping slowly next to the bed he had been laid on along with an IV attached to a needle in his arm. But while he wasn't fond of the idea of being in a hospital, partially due to lingering fear that some moron would use the opportunity to collect some of his blood for 'preliminary experimentation' it still didn't compare to seeing his 'nurse' come in.

Danny was a normal guy, when it came to his preferences in the fairer sex. As long as they were reasonably attractive and at least able to carry a conversation without him? He was good. The less needy the better. But the girl who walked in was a knockout. Not in the 'redefines the hourglass' sense. She just had this sense of calm around her that put the normally raging emotions in Danny's soul at ease. She had that 'girl next door' appeal…

Well. Aside from the bright pink hair. Seriously. Pink. Not a normal color by any means. And she was either very thorough with her dye job, or it was natural.

"Excuse me, sir. It's nice to see you're awake. My name is Joyce, one of the NurseJoys that work here. Since you're awake, do you mind if I ask a few questions before Law Enforcement arrives?" she asked in a sweet voice that almost reminded Danny of cotton candy.

"Um… Sure?" He nodded as he sat up, skipping over the question of why she appended 'joy' at the end of 'nurse.' He could sense even from here the woman's own emotions. Compassion, concern… And an undercurrent of lust? He hoped he hadn't woken up in one of those 'naughty nurse' sets that Tucker liked to download from questionable websites through legally questionable means.

"Okay." She smiled kindly and relaxed a bit. Just a slight slump of her shoulders, really, but it was somewhat telling. "My first question is how you came to be injured in the first place. We found multiple lacerations and a large buildup of scar tissue. Not entirely uncommon, but we are required by law to ask."

Danny thought on that. Yeah, he'd gotten quite a few scars in the last 4 years. He'd broken nearly every bone in his body at least once and the only thing that kept him going was his ability to heal while in ghost-form.

"Well…" he started, trying to think how he might have gotten hurt most recently. "I don't rightly know? I mean, I was testing a theory in my parent's lab, and then I guess I lost consciousness? Maybe something went spectacularly wrong and some of the more delicate equipment decided it would be the perfect time to explode?" Not the first time something like that had happened, after all… The less said about the Fenton Astrological Spectrometer the better.

How in the HELL was he supposed to know that his parents had installed an ectoplasm core in the thing to power it? Or that it would take so badly to seeing him up close and personal in Ghost form?

"I see. Okay then. My next question is whether you know where you are at the moment. Failing that, where you were when you had this 'accident.'" Joyce asked, putting air-quotes around the last word, since this was beginning to ring clear of possible ForbiddenTech. *

"Hm. I can't say I recognize the décor, and I've been a bit better about getting medical checkups since the Disasteroid incident, so without more information I can't venture a guess but maybe Amity General? Failing that, I was in Amity Park, Minnesota." At her confused look, he continued on, "Just south of Burnsville?" Her confusion only increased.

"I'm sorry, Sir. But I am unfamiliar with any of those locations. I'm afraid the rest will have to wait, since there is a Policeman outside waiting." She sighed. Indeed, the door opened to admit a man in his mid-thirties with about 5 days' worth of stubble and a police uniform. The badge was a dead giveaway on the backdrop of the blue uniform, handcuffs, holstered gun and the patch reading 'V.P.D.'

While Danny was shite at Geography, he at least knew that there were only two cities in the United States that began with the letter 'V.' Vancouver, in Washington and Vallejo in California… And the second one he only knew because he'd passed through it when Freakshow had tried to reconstruct the Reality Gauntlet.

The man walked in and Danny saw one of many things that set him a little on edge. On the Officer's belt was a string of several red and white balls with a black band around the middle separating the colors with a small button on the 'front.' He smiled at Danny and held out his hand.

"Hi there, son. My name's Officer Jenkins. My friends call me Monroe, though." He said in an easy tone, the kind that makes it easy to like the man right off the bat. "I'm sorry for the show of having Joyce here come in and ask you those questions while I eavesdropped, but Joyce is one of our best nurses when it comes to keeping people calm."

Danny nodded. "Yeah. I felt that. She's got a very calm aura about her. If there were more nurses like her in the world, I'd be a lot less skittish about coming into Hospitals." He joked.

"Well, son. Here's the thing. There are. A lot. Not all of them are as good as her, but Joyce is hardly exceptional for her breed." At seeing Danny's confusion, then affronted look, he held up his hands. "Let me explain, son. You said you were testing a theory, right?" he asked. At Danny's nod, he sighed. "Now. Did that theory deal with dimensional barriers, traversing dimensions, or anything of the like?" he asked.

Danny's brain froze for a moment. "Shit." He cursed as the pieces fell together at last.

"I thought so." Jenkins sighed. "Welcome to a new world, son. We found you in a back alley bleeding out from massive gashes in your arms and torso. When the officer at the scene called in the ambulance? You were supposedly on death's doorstep."

Danny almost laughed at the irony of that before he sighed and leaned back.

"She also happens to be my Alpha. But we'll get to that in a bit. We were afraid you'd been mugged, or attacked a Feral." He held up a hand to stop Danny's obvious attempt to begin asking a question. "We'll get to that, again. Now. When we got you here? The gashes had already closed, and we got a better look at the blood. Son? Are you human?" he asked, bluntly as possible.

Danny shrugged. Over two years he'd gotten used to not having to hide, but still… Explaining everything seemed like a bit much for his still somewhat tired brain to handle, so he just let the cold feeling of his ghostly self spread from that place around his heart where it usually resided. Two bright rings of light surrounded him and his form changed to his ghost half. White hair, a bit longer reflecting his age, along with the snow white ghost of a beard, as tucker called the stubble on his face, followed the black and white jumpsuit. Within seconds he began feeling better, as his energy began flowing through him and closing the few remaining wounds he'd sustained even as his heartbeat stopped and his breathing ceased.

Through toxic-green eyes, he saw the world anew. Lights in the air, images of past moments of significant emotional importance, and the biofeedback that surrounded every living person in changing hues of their emotional state. Joyce appeared to radiate an invasive feeling of calm, muting most other colors while Jenkins seemed to be a clear orange, which indicated stamina and vitality from what Danny had been able to tell, and an undercurrent of indigo and bright clear red. The same red that was suppressed deep beneath the calm blue aura in Joyce. That would be the 'sexual desire' he sense vaguely, earlier.

Officer Jenkins just nodded, a swirl of blue forming in his aura from Danny's perspective. "I see." He said. "This makes things a bit plainer. The doctors tried several medicines in order to stop the bleeding, or to replicate your blood for transfusion, but when nothing seemed to work, they just sutured up the wounds and let you heal on your own, as it seems you were healing unconsciously at an accelerated rate."

Danny nodded, "I do that. This body's taken more damage than an Abraham tank in a war zone and kept on going." How many tanks could be thrown through several buildings by a single punch only to right itself and fire again, after all? Okay. 'Slight' exaggeration. But still.

"I'd believe it, if the preliminary reports of how much scar tissue the staff here found on you is anything to go by. Your chest alone looks like someone took a lightning attack to it several times. And your arms seem to have caught the brunt of their own fair share of damage." Jenkins nodded in agreement. He dug about in his pocket for a pamphlet. Yep. This happened often enough for there to be a pamphlet. 'How to survive in this world' was considered a 'never going to need this' addition to most Police officer's uniform. But he held it out nonetheless. "Here ya go, kid. This should explain at least the basics."

Danny took the pamphlet and sighed. "Did any of my equipment make it through with me? I took readings of my home dimension just in case. A good scientist takes precautions against catastrophic failure…"

Jenkins nods, "We got a good deal of it back at the station. Welcome to Viridick, son. Hopefully you'll only be seeing me for social calls."

Danny had to snerk at the name. "Viridick? Seriously?" Jenkins shrugged as Danny opened the pamphlet to view the map of the Indigo league and his laughter died. "You have GOT to be kidding me. Is there a single name on this map that *isn't* some sexual innuendo or pun?"

Jenkins sighed, "Son? You look like an adult, even if you don't have enough of a beard to be called a man just yet, but one thing you'll learn right quick is that a lot of things in our world revolve around sex. Public events, tournaments, social status… Hell, most kids lose their virginities pretty early, just from basic experimentation. Meeting a virgin past the age of 15 is kind of like meeting a unicorn with a leprechaun riding it, followed closely by his pet jackalope. And we get Dimension-travelers more often than we care to admit. None have found a way back to their homes yet."

It was the lack of dishonesty in Jenkin's aura that told Danny exactly how far down the rabbit hole he'd fallen.

"Fuck."

(Scene Break)

'Welcome to the Indigo League!' the pamphlet read, 'You're probably disoriented. Don't worry, that's normal. Quick recap of history, you ask? Well, okay then!

'357 years ago or so, a madman who went by the name 'Sukebe' created a plague upon our world in the form of his hyper-sexualized army of women later called 'pokegirls' for their ability to be captured in devices that could be placed in one's pocket. Hence, 'Pocket-girls.' Now. The war that was fought nearly wiped out humanity. A plague devised by Sukebe made most human females barren, and this plague continues to affect people to this day, meaning that to continue the human race, people turned to the fertile Pokegirls, which was quite fortunate at the time, since without sexual stimulation, the Pokegirls would devolve mentally into a state known as the 'feral mind.'

'This feral mind would drive them insane, following only the basest instincts found in the various breeds. Pokegirls were capable of keeping each other Tame, the opposite mindset of a Feral, but it has been found through extensive research that sexual interaction with a human male is almost twice as effective save in specific circumstances.

'With this dilution of human blood came a slew of problems, however, and benefits. These problems became known as 'blood gifts' and 'blood curses.' They manifest mostly in males, since females who exhibit such traits tend to threshold into Pokegirls at the onset of puberty, another legacy of Sukebe's madness and the introduction of Pokegirl genetics into the humane gene-pool.

'Now, before you go about the League spouting some 'pokegirl rights' stuff as befits your home dimension? (If this does not apply, please skip to chapter 2: Tamers and the ease of life.) Please take into account the 300+ years of culture that has developed in the world you now find yourself within. The League is your best shot at finding a way home. It has the best Researchers and scientists at its disposal, and as such please keep in mind how bad an idea it is to bite the hand that feeds you.

'As a dimensional traveler, you are entitled to a small stipend until you can arrange a livelihood while staying in our world, and a prorated payment for go-getters who find one quickly to get them started! Without this stipend and recognition from the League, finding a livelihood will be a difficult goal at best to attain.'

Danny read on and on about the world he'd landed himself in. And while part of him felt disgusted at the thought, the testosterone-fueled side of him grinned wide. A world filled with danger, excitement, and the probability of turning in his V-card. If the images displayed and annotated as various 'breeds' of Pokegirl including the 'Rapha' (Colloquially called 'NurseJoy'), Catgirls and their various 'evolutions' in the section explaining that facet of the world, though he had to scoff at the notion of metamorphosis being labeled 'evolution' at least there were no evolution-deniers to deal with… Angels, Youma, and a plethora of others featured heavily in revealing outfits (Or no outfits at all) throughout the pamphlet.

It seemed that the best way to make money was to become a Tamer, at least in this League. There was mention of 'those Slot Heathens' and the creation of something called a Coordinator, or a Tradesman… but the Coordinator wasn't a recognized career in the Indigo league, and the tradesman, apparently, was supposed to keep a 'harem' of upwards of 30 pokegirls Tame.

He had to blush whenever 'taming' was used as a euphemism for 'sex.' Especially when there was a fully illustrated page dedicated to both depicting the act and explaining its importance to both society as a whole and to the continued sanity of the Pokegirls involved.

Even without an aura, Danny could smell bullshit, though. He knew without doubt that the pamphlet was FILLED with propaganda. He'd been the subject of enough of it over the years to recognize it about another subject.

But becoming a Tamer had another advantage. Working within the League, and WITH the League, meant that he'd be allowed to explore freely and possibly find a way home. So, he asked Joyce for a copy of 'Taming for Dummies.' The book was heavily referenced throughout the pamphlet, and he figured that while he was still laid up in the hospital he might as well read it, since his one foray into television entertainment had ended with him needing to see 'Palmina and her five friends' in the bathroom or else have some very awkward explanations about carrying a fishing pole in his pants. Or as Joyce had put it, 'pitching a tent with the Hospital sheets.'

The book was… Informative, actually. It contained mostly survival tips for living in the wilderness. He'd expected a lot worse. Yeah, there was a chapter that seemed like a condensed version of the Kama Sutra, but even that was filled with helpful hints and tips, given the inhuman forms some Pokegirls seemed to have. Like the Naga. Who knew that the 'wrap-around' position was even possible?

And so began Danny's quest to be released from the hospital… Damn it, he wanted OUT. He hated being stuck in bed. 4 years of fighting had given him more than enough energy to spare, and even a small enjoyment of just training for training's sake. He was quite proud of no longer being a scrawny weakling weighing in at 140lbs soaking wet, thank you very much.

It was awkward as hell when a younger nurse, similar in looks to Joyce but wearing a name tag with 'Amelia' emblazoned on it, walked in on him doing push-ups in his hospital gown. Which had no back. Danny didn't need to see auras to sense the lust rolling off the nurse in waves. And it didn't take more than a locked door and fifteen minutes for Danny to turn in his V-card.

"Talk about a good bedside manner. Florence Nightingale, eat your heart out." Danny joked as he leaned back in the adjustable hospital bed with the pink-haired woman naked and curled up on his chest. The bed wasn't quite big enough for two people, but damned if they didn't manage it!

Things were actually looking up for Danny, despite the relatively hopeless situation he'd found himself in. Stuck in a dimension not his own, unable to return at the moment… he'd tried once. The Ghost Portal hadn't even opened before the matrix of energy collapsed. Like it was trying to dial a specific phone number but that number was 18 digits long and no network recognized it as valid.

Hey. He's 18. He can at least enjoy some of the perks of being in a horrible situation, right? At least that's what he told himself as he leaned the bed back and fell asleep with Amelia mewling at the movement.

When he woke up, he planned to check himself out at any cost, so he could get out into the world and feel at least some of the adrenaline rush he'd been missing over the last few years.

And so it began.

/end chapter

/begin Author's end notes:

11 hours it took me to write this out. 4,210 words of actual story. Not bad, if I say so myself. For reference, this is a Pokegirls Cross over. Feel free to look it up if you've got the time or inclination. I don't expect many of my normal readers to be too interested in this one, but I'm more than happy to continue it while I try to figure out where to go with Virtuous Pursuit of Excellence, When Did This Happen? and Hot/Crazy Scale. Otherwise I'll just make this a challenge for people, to see how others might take it. I also don't own Pokegirls. Like, at all. Used to be a part of the community, but I dropped off and out after a few years. If y'all want, I'd happily republish my other work, Zombabe Apocalypse, here, but it's not an x-over. It's an SI, actually. Fueled by an all-night marathon of zombie movies. Anywho. Lemme know what ya'll think, those of you who have me favorited/followed. Sorry if I got your hopes up for an update on the other stories. I'm currently working on an actual outline.

For anyone who knows me? You should know that's something new for me. I mostly just write by the seat of my pants.

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