Hello everyone, I have to say I apologize for my long absence. To be honest, this happened because I had a hard time looking for a good partner. Yeah, almost a year to the day. But I am back and I found a partner who will hopefully work out. That partner's name is none other than the Brod Road. I look forward o working with him.
What you wish for
Chapter 7- The fellowship.
Sam Manson felt like she was in a constant state of orgasmic bliss. It didn't matter that she was currently pressed high up against a wall, her head so close to the ceiling of her room. If she ended up getting a headache from banging her head a few times, it was worth it. It didn't even matter that her current activity was causing her to thump against the wall repeatedly. She had the house to herself, after all. All that concerned her was the young man thrusting into her for what seemed like forever, his ghost powers keeping the duo afloat. If she were more observant, she might have been surprised that he even had enough concentration to float as it felt to her like he was using all his strength to fuck her. She might have even thought of how awkward it would be if their rough sex somehow ended up pounding a dent or even a hole in her wall.
Try explaining that one to parents…
But she was nothing but ecstatic, having happily wrapped her arms and legs around him as best she could. She finally had her man, her superhero. Granted, she could have done without the crap at the mall. She still had yet to torch the cheap MLP towel that Danny had to buy for her. But she couldn't argue with the end result of her near-disastrous wish. At this point, her tongue was quite acquainted with Danny's as her mouth met his for perhaps the 100th time that night.
Right then, she felt it coming, another climax. Judging from his hardened grip on her, she figured Danny was just about to hit his too.
Afterward, Sam was thankful that Danny had the wherewithal to slowly lower them both to the floor, rather than just let his power go right then. Positioned on top of him, she looked down at her tired lover, his eyes closed, his breathing as heavy as hers from exhaustion.
"Th-that…. was…. ah-maziiiing…" she stammered, her reeling mind failing to come up with anything else to describe what had just happened. "H...how was it… for you, handsome…?" she panted, attempting to sound seductive despite her current lack of breath. Danny didn't respond. She frowned slightly but assumed by his panting that he was still catching his breath so he could talk properly. "Hmm… How long have we… been doing this anyway?"
Still not getting a response from Danny, she glanced toward her nightstand where her alarm clock lay. Her eyes widened at the time.
"We've been at it around 5 hours!? …..Holy crap...!" A part of her had to assume that their impressively-long performance might have been some sort of effect from Desiree's wish-granting. Although, she did take a moment to imagine what it would be like if she and Danny were just naturally that long-lasting in bed every time…
As thoughts ran through her head, she gingerly lifted herself off of Danny, his dick sliding out of her with a wet 'pop'. But as she tried to stand straight up, she almost fell back over as her legs turned out to be quite unstable, the muscles being very sore from the recent activity. She realized that the 'you won't be able to walk straight for a week' line that some guys use to brag about their ability actually had some truth to it as she took one slow step at a time toward her private mini-fridge. She needed water. With a hand on the nearby wall to steady herself, she opened her fridge and clumsily fished out a bottle of fresh water. Standing back up and taking a swig, she turned back to the rest of her room and it suddenly hit her.
They had somehow successfully made love literally all over her room. Their clothing was scattered all around the room, her bra somehow hanging off of her ceiling fan, which was on at the slowest setting. Wasn't it off before? Her bedsheets looked like they were yanked, tugged, and pulled in every conceivable direction, one of which was on the floor. The items on top of her dresser and her computer desk were forcibly knocked asunder and also on the floor, even her laptop. A closer inspection revealed that they had indeed screwed on top of both surfaces, judging from the damp globs of Danny's oddly-green splooge and Sam's own love juices… Why Danny's semen was green, Sam didn't know, other than a possible effect of being half-ghost.
She became very thankful of her preference of sending the mansion's staff on vacation whenever her parents went away! She shuddered to imagine any of their reactions to this sexual disaster area. And of course, if any of them had to clean this up, surely her parents would be notified of her activity.
"Great… It's probably gonna take another 5 hours to clean all this up." Sam sighed. "… Still worth it, though." she muttered aloud as she took more wobbly, slow steps, this time toward her personal bathroom.
"You just rest, Danny. I need the bathroom for a bit." she said as she walked by the halfa that hadn't moved since she got off of him. He still kept silent.
Closing the door to her bathroom, she unavoidably came face to face with the large bathroom mirror. Letting out a small yelp of surprise, she practically jumped backward before realizing that the messed-up being in the mirror was herself. Her hair was tangled, strewn about, and disheveled to the point where it reminded her of how Danny mentioned that he couldn't get his hair to cooperate other than how it normally appeared. In fact, other than being green from half-ghost jizz, her hair currently looked like that one time he actually tried slicking his hair back with hair gel… How that happened to him, she still couldn't figure that out. Her mascara had ran and smeared all over her face.
As if that wasn't enough, a good amount of her body was as green due to the sheer amount of semen that Danny ended up smearing over her. It made her look like a messy Gothic version of She-Hulk. She then understood what it was like to look and feel like a cheap hooker after a gangbang. Not caring anymore about avoiding messes to clean, she sat her now-slimy ass down on the toilet, needing to relieve herself. As she thought more about how time with Danny, she smelled something foul. A combination of sweat and semen wasn't exactly pleasant to smell, now that her euphoria over finally getting her man had fully passed. What she needed was a shower.
Moments later, with warm water running and the remains of her encounter sliding off her body and down the drain, Sam's mind turned toward the immediate future. Sleep seemed like a pleasant thought, but her bed was as trashed as the rest of her room. It probably would be best for her to at least get a start on fixing her room. Maybe Danny would like to do something with her, now that she had his attention. But that could be later. There was still the matter of finding Desiree. She could have gotten even stronger within the five hours the two spent consummating their new relationship.
While she thought on things, the temperature began to drop despite the warmth of the water. Knowing the familiar sensation, Sam realized she was no longer alone in the bathroom.
"Hey, Danny. I gotta tell you… That was the best time of my life. You sure know how to make a girl feel great. But if you're looking for some shower sex, I'm afraid I'm too worn out for another round. Could you wait in my room please?" she said, sounding happier than what her Goth lifestyle normally allowed her to be. As before, the boy didn't respond at all. Nor did he leave, as the temperature refused to warm back up.
"Danny? Are you ok?" she tentatively asked, beginning to feel concerned about the boy's unusual silence. Once again, she was greeted with nothing. From what she could tell, Danny didn't even move.
"Alright, Danny, I know we both thought we were great, but I didn't literally screw your brains out, did I?" she jokingly suggested, a nervous chuckle escaping before she could contain it. Absolute silence, except for the sound of running water. Feeling put off but annoyed, she opened her shower curtain slightly and stuck her head out to say something, but was stopped by the creepy look on Danny's face. It was completely expressionless, devoid of any sense of humanity. Worst of all, as Sam stared at her bizarre new boyfriend, she noticed that his eyes were completely white.
The 'eye-less' look reminded her of the idea of lost souls, wraiths, or undead that were under the control of some necromancer. But that just couldn't be. This was Danny. She figured he was probably stringing her along on some prank.
"Uh… Danny? Ok, joke's over now. You got me. Heh… Everything alright? You, uh… need a shower too…?"
Danny just stared…and stared….and stared…
"Ooookaayy…." Sam muttered, mostly to herself as she drew the curtain shut again and resumed her shower, hoping that Danny's prank would end soon. If his goal was to creep her out, he was certainly doing a fine job of it. A couple of minutes passed and she was finished, drying herself with a towel inside the shower, not really inclined to open the curtain again in case Danny was still keeping his spooky façade going. But the time inevitably came. Sighing, she drew back the curtain, expecting the blank stare from her 'brain-dead' boyfriend.
There was nobody there.
'Hm… Good. He's probably snickering back in the bedroom or something. Ugh… How immature.' she thought, stepping out of the shower. Turning around to close the shower curtain, she ended up looking deep into the white nothingness of Danny's dead eyes. Stumbling backward with fright, she almost lost her grip on the towel wrapped around her. Her annoyance grew.
"Danny, cut it out! You win, okay? You scared me! Can you just drop the act already?" Sam huffed, glaring at her halfa. A small part of her began to wonder why she wanted him for a boyfriend. As with so many times before, Danny didn't respond at all. He didn't even flinch when Sam reacted upon seeing him there. Sam became concerned. "Danny…?"
More staring…
"You're beginning to scare me. Just stop it, Danny…" Sam said, finally pondering the possibility that the hybrid before her wasn't really her Danny. He still remained, motionless and staring…. "Danny, stop it!" Sam ordered loudly. She knew he had seen her wrath before and he knew better than to risk getting her combat boots taken to his ass. But her fears grew when he didn't even respond to that.
"You're… not Danny right now, are you…?" Sam asked nervously, slowly making her way to the door back to the bedroom. It then hit her. Desiree. This mindless stalker state must be a side-effect that she caused!
'Shit… Well, this isn't the first time our leading superhero's been taken out of the equation… I'll just find her myself… Somehow… Yeah, that's it…' her mind rambled as she exited the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and hoping that this creepy Danny would just stay put and sulk there for the time being. Boyfriend or not, a vapid shell of a person she knew was just a tad more than Sam's Gothic tendencies would tolerate. At least with the Circus Gothica incident, Danny was being directly controlled by that cheap Joker knockoff with that orb he had. You take away the controlling item, problem solved. Here, Danny just seemed to be a mindless drone, no free will, no motivation, no humanity at all….for now. Who knows what Desiree had set in motion from here on out?
Before she did anything, Sam realized that she needed to get dressed. Opening her closet, she took a quick look before coming to the conclusion that her clothes would no longer fit her. Grumbling about her current luck, she turned to go over to her dresser to see if she had anything bulky or baggy there. Before she could take one step, she noticed that Danny had followed her out of the bathroom, standing in the doorway. Sam was both horrified and a little amused to discover that he was getting an erection. Horrified because of his mindless state, amused because it was good to know that she could have that effect on Danny, even in his current predicament.
'Dammit, now what? I can't go to FentonWorks… Danny might just follow me and it'll get totally awkward if I have to explain why he's brain-dead and naked… Can't get to Tucker either. He's probably still in prison… Crap.' she thought, keeping a wary eye on Danny as she slowly started making her way to the dresser. She then noticed her phone vibrating on her nightstand. 'Huh? Who's messaging me?'
Keeping her guard up, just in case Danny did anything sudden, she got to her phone and noticed that all the missed calls and text messages were from Tucker.
'Wait… They wouldn't let him have any tech in prison. Maybe he's on house arrest! Well, it's a start, I suppose….' Knowing where she could go, she dug through her dresser drawers until she finally found something in the lower drawers. Having to bend over to reach the lower drawers, of course, caused her towel to ride up just enough to give the spellbound hybrid quite a view of most of her sexy pale ass. She obtained two articles of clothing that could possibly do the job: A large Greenpeace hoody she had gotten off a t-shirt cannon from one of the protests she had attended and the baggy sweatpants with a green ghost emblem etched on one of the legs she had gotten from Mr. Fenton when he thought she was joining the poorly-named 'Ghost-Getteers'.
Putting both items on, the clothes fit her admirably enough, the bagginess of them nicely covering her enhanced figure.
'Good thing I kept these around! At least I won't be busted for indecent exposure. Although with Desiree's wish, I probably could flirt my way past male cops….' Sam shuddered involuntarily for having thought of something so shallow and… Paulina-like.
"Now, Danny, you stay here while I—" Whatever she was going to say next was cut off by the fact that Sam had unwittingly come face to face with said halfa as she turned toward the door. She stumbled back in surprise, but before she could even regain her bearings enough to scold him, he gently pulled her face to his and began kissing her. Like instinct, she returned the kiss. Drone or not, the body was definitely all Danny.
'Mmm… I could stay like this forever… Mmmm, foreverrr…' her mind clouded over in a mix of love and lust as she felt his hands dip south, worming their way beneath her sweatpants while he manages to push her back against a wall.
'That's it… Grab my ass, stud… Mmm… Wow, he's practically trying to suck my tongue out of my mouth. Two can play that game… ' As she was beginning to try and out-tongue Danny, her phone began to vibrate again from her hoody pocket. 'Ah, my phone…. Shit! Tucker! You've got poor timing.'
Her mind back on track, she tries to gently shove him off, but that just makes him squeeze her ass and kiss her harder. The harder she tried, the more stubborn the sex drone became until she finally had no choice but to use all her strength to push him down to the floor.
"Enough, Danny! I have to go and find a cure for you, dammit! Then you can knock me up! Ugh, no, wait! I mean, then we have to catch Desiree! Then, after everything's back to normal, you and I are gonna have a long talk. Ok? Just… just stay here!" Sam exclaimed, flustered from the fierce make-out session. Naturally, Danny ignored her, getting up and reaching out for her again, lips puckered.
Backing up, Sam steeled herself to barrel past her crush if necessary. She then notices that she's right next to her dresser. Keeping her eyes on Danny, she quickly yanks open a random drawer and hurls a small handful of clothing at Danny. The halfa sees what flies past him and, almost like a dog, goes after them. Her eyebrows raised, she looks over at the open drawer and immediately resists the urge to roll her eyes. Her panty drawer. Of course….. Turning her head forward again, she is surprised to see a happy, if still brainless, halfa in front of her, one of her panties hanging off of his mouth, again like a dog having fetched a stick. This wish was really starting to get bizarre…
Even so, she could use this to an advantage. Quickly yanking one of her fancier pairs of panties out of the drawer, she waved them in front of Danny, who dropped the pair he had in his mouth.
"Ya see it, Danny? You like these?" Sam asked in a playful voice. She then pressed them up against Danny's nose. "Get a good whiff, boy. You smell me on these?" She teased. If she had any desire to do any sort of kinky pet role-play with Danny in the future, that desire immediately died right then. Along with some of her dignity, of course. "Want 'em, boy? You want 'em? Huh? Well…" She turns and quickly pulls her window open. "Go get 'em, boy!" She exclaimed, tossing the panties out as far as she could.
With the halfa momentarily diverted, it was time to move. The sooner Desiree was captured, the better off things would be at this rate.
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Sam's fist rapidly and repeatedly pounded on Tucker's front door as she demanded to be let in. It hadn't taken long for Sam to make the run over to the troubled techie's house, just a quick cab ride, that was no problem. The issue was the aforementioned techie himself. She didn't know how long it would take Danny to pick up her trail again. Still, better to get indoors before she could be spotted…
"C'mon, Tucker! I know you're in there! You have to be!" Sam said loudly as she kept barraging the door with her fist.
"Who is it?" came Tucker's voice after about a minute of her knocking. Was it her or did he sound snide? Either way, she had little time.
"Dammit, Tuck, you know it's me. Listen, we're alone against Desiree now. Danny's been… brainwashed. If we don't stop her crap now, who knows what she'll do to this world! Lemme in and let's figure out a plan." Sam said quickly, appealing to whatever loyalty to the trio's protective cause Tucker should have. Unfortunately….
"Oh, now you come to me about getting the job done. Now! After Danny's somehow been disposed of, I'm your second choice, huh? You couldn't even bail me out of jail or this ridiculous house arrest with your family's millions! It wouldn't have taken long, ya know! But no, you two thought it best to just leave me there! While cracking jokes, I might add!" Tucker ranted, clearly angry. Sam gulped. He did have a point. Of all the times to forget about how useful her fortune could be.
"Uh… Alright… Yeah, alright, we should have paid bail. Fine, my bad. Sorry, Tuck… Can you just let me in now?" Sam said, looking around for any sign of her spellbound best friend/lover. Thankfully, there was no sign of ghostly activity or even a head of messy black or white hair in sight. However, her gratitude toward fate was soon cut short.
"How about you wait out there as long as I waited in that cell while you allegedly went after Desiree? Then we'll be even." Tucker said, a dry chuckle following as if to seal Sam's fate of being left out in the open for any wayward horny halfas. The techie wasn't stupid, or at least, he didn't believe himself to be. He had a suspicion that there had to be a reason why Sam wanted to come indoors so bad, other than planning ways to find Desiree. If they wanted to plan, he could clearly hear her through the door.
Sam would have given anything to be able to punch through that door and smack some sense into her friend. She had to think of a way in before things took a turn for the worse. Brainstorming, she could only come up with one plan. The very thought of it rocked the remains of her dignity and sent a cold shiver through her spine, it was so degrading. But it was either that or some new tech and clearly, she had no wondrous technological marvels on her…
After taking a quick look around to ensure that there wasn't any pedestrians or too many cars going by, she turned her attention to the door again.
"Tuck…? Look, if you let me in, I'll…. I'll let you see with THESE!" Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she lifted it up until her enhanced breasts were loose but quickly hidden behind her arm as she teased tucker through the look hole of the door. For what it was worth, the loud gasp and rapid unlocking of the door meant that her plan worked. Not even waiting for the door to fully open, she shoved her way inside. With the slam of the door, she immediately tore into her friend verbally.
"Tucker, in case you forgot, we have more important things to….. uh… Tuck?" she trailed off, noticing the techie's vapid expression. A moment's inspection revealed that his eyes were definitely not on her face… Looking down, she noticed that she forgot an important step of her ploy: Putting the hoody back on. Quietly muttering curses, she jammed the shirt back on as fast as possible.
"Anyways, you have no right to be mad at me, Tucker! If you hadn't gone on your little rampage with that wish of yours, you wouldn't have been thrown in jail! No means NO, computer brain! Our job is finding villains, not getting laid!" Sam shouted. She could not believe the urge to wring his neck over that.
"Really? And how's your luck with that again? Ah, right. No captured genie and Danny's apparently taken out, so you say! So who the hell are you to bust me about slowing progress here? Especially since it looks like you either got some quick-ass surgery done or you used a wish yourself, because….well…." he trailed off, his hands gesturing over Sam's new form. "…God damn, you're sexy…"
Sam felt weird that her friend that she always saw as a weird perv was complimenting her looks.
"Whatever. We'll talk about that later. Danny's apparently fixated on constantly having sex with me and…" Sam stopped herself when she saw the incredulous look on tuck's face. "OH, DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT! Yeah, I used a wish but why would I literally wish for sex? Ugh!"
"Manson, your wish was the same as mine. I just skipped a step. Admit it!"
"SHUT UP!"
"Hmm… Knowing you, you probably wished that Danny would notice you? The classic 'I want out of the Friend Zone' bit? Seriously? You went with that? And now you're surprised Des, the screw you over genie, made Danny, what? A mindless fuck zombie with you as the target? That's a basic twist to a standard wish. How'd you not see that coming?"
"I said shut up!"
"I don't think so Sam. For once, you're knocked off you're high horse and ah… how you handling it?"
"Tucker, seriously. Danny is a brainless monster right now. We both know how powerful he is. If he just sneezed too hard, he could blow up a house, and he's after me. Guess where we are?" Sam asked gesturing around Tucker's living room.
"Fair, enough. But this is not over."
"Oh, that's a fact. But for now, you have any idea- Wait, where are your parents? I half expected them to answer the door and tell me that you're grounded or something."
"Ah, they're off trying to find a lawyer cheap enough to take our case without bankrupting us. Now that I also have a charge of illegal weapon possession, these vultures pretty much want everything we have. I mean, who wants to defend an armed teenager when you see a public shooting almost every time you turn on the news? The cops raided my place and found my stash of Fenton weapons. So, if I don't want my family to be homeless bums, I'm gonna be serving a sentence of… what, 20 years? Something like that? It's cheaper for my parents to just defend themselves with a lawyer on whatever lesser charges the cops gave them and throw me to the wolves, I figure." He noticed Sam opening her mouth to say something. "Don't start Sam, you still got no right to talk."
"Sorry, Tucker. You know how I am on this. Women's rights and everything…" she apologized, a noticeable hint of passive aggression to it. He at least had a point. There was no sense beating a dead horse.
"Yeah, yeah… Hmm, I wonder why the Fentons didn't get investigated when they found out the source of the anti-ghost weapons. I mean, one would think the pigs would get nervous about the idea of homemade weapons." Tucker mused, the thought having just occurred to him.
"I dunno. Probably a perk of being fully licensed scientists. Ya follow the rules, ya get to do stuff. Fairly simple. What's your excuse?" She answered, radiating sarcasm. Almost too eager to climb on that high horse of hers.
"I was horny. She was a bitch." Tucker shrugged.
"TUCKER! For fuck's sake, man!"
"What was your excuse again? Oh yeah, you're a stalker. You finally had a chance to screw the guy you've been praying to since kindergarten. Say what you want about me Sam, but I was just a one time thing. After it was done…." Tucker snapped his fingers. "That was it. Star, the school slut, had her free will back. And honestly, I'm fine with that. But you, you wanted Danny, the hero of Earth and the GZ, as your permanent love puppy."
"I am not hearing this right now! We can talk about who's in the right later. We need to focus."
"Speaking of, I guess we should figure out how to get Desiree… One thing's for sure. We need to get her in the Fenton Thermos. Somehow, when we caught her the last time, doing so managed to reverse the effects of her wishes." Tucker said, deciding to settle the argument later. They didn't exactly have all day.
"Agreed. And doesn't everyone forget the kind of crap that happens too?"
"Really?" Tucker raised an eyebrow at this.
"Well, unless you're a half ghost who sealed her in the first place. In freshmen year, Des turned you into ghost hulk."
"I don't remember that"
"Danny did, I was sick at the time and he told me everything. Including how you and no one else remembered."
"Wait! I remember the time we fought Des in sophomore year. It was during Paulina's quinceanera. Danny didn't have his powers. But what you said about halfas being immune can't be true. He didn't remember anything. Neither did I. But you did, because you were wearing the specter deflector."
"What are you onto, Tucker?" Sam asked crossing her arms over her chest.
"What I'm saying is, Des screwed us. We can use her to un-screw us. All we need is her, the thermos, and a few specter deflectors. Everything will be back to normal."
Right as Tucker said that, the sound of a screeching car outside got their attention. Curious, they walked over to the nearby window and looked out just in time to see another car barely avoid a hovering mind-addled halfa, aimlessly floating about over the street. But strangely he was inexplicably back in his usual Hazmat costume but with a fading whisp tail instead of legs. More than likely, thankfully, hiding his spectral erection had to have had in his state.
"Oh ho… You must be quite the beast in bed, Sam." he quipped. Before Sam could dispute that, they heard a zombie-like moan of Sam's name from the brainwashed superhero as he continued to hover down the street, lazily looking left and right. That, combined with the winning grin on Tucker's face, shut the Goth up.
"Fun time's over. Better split before 'Don Juan' out there thinks to look in here." Tucker said, quickly moving over to a cupboard and opened up a drawer, digging around until he found a ball-peen hammer. Sam, still annoyed, took the hammer from him and struck the ankle bracelet as hard as she could, intentionally nicking his ankle along with breaking the bracelet off. "OW! Damn, Sam...! That's gonna sting for a while… Well, we're all freaks or fugitives at this point. What's one more crime?" With that, they rushed toward the back and burst through the door. However, halfway through the Foley backyard, they both heard an excited cry of "SAAAM!" from above as the nymphomaniac in question dropped down to the ground, landing in front of his obsession.
"Shit! He's here…. What was that you said about blowing down a house? he said, chuckling as the Phantom lurched toward Sam.
"If you don't cut that out, I'll make sure the cops find you!" Sam threatened as the two teens backed away from Danny, back toward the Foley house.
"You can't and we both know it, Sam. Now either we find a way to ditch Lover Boy or else you're going to have to be a nice 'rich hottie' and let the 'sexy gardener' tend to your 'bush'." the techie countered, keeping an eye on the mindless halfa in case of any sudden moves.
"I swear, when this whole thing is over…" she started, feeling Danny's blank eyes staring at her. How she wished it was the normal Danny gazing at her body with such awe…. Upon retrospection, that was a bad choice of words to think! She silently swore to herself that she would stop wishing and start doing from then on out.
"Just do something!" Tucker said as Danny started growling at Tucker for some reason. The halfa pointed a finger at him and continued groaning Sam's name. Despite his nerves at the unpredictability of the drone before them, Tucker couldn't help rolling his eyes at this. At least the real Danny wouldn't be the insanely-jealous type. "I don't think the 'pool boy' wants his 'banging a lonely housewife' scene to be a threesome!"
That did it. With a loud shriek of rage, Sam reached into her pocket, withdrew something, and charged at her spellbound crush. As the drone was surprised by his target's sudden action, it was easy for Sam to run past him and stop behind him. Before he could start turning around, his vision was blocked and his nose became flooded with a scent most pleasing. Due to the effects of the wish, the scent made him reluctant to even try to take off whatever was crammed on his head.
"That's it, Danny! Breathe it in! Breathe it all in! Just TAKE IT!" Sam yelled in complete frustration as she held the pairs of black panties onto his head, arranged to block his vision and his nose, almost like an assassin using a plastic bag. After a few moments to determine if he'll be distracted enough to keep the panties on, Sam let the blinded halfa go and started running off. "Move it, you asshole!" she barked at the completely surprised Tucker, not even looking back.
Tucker took a moment to stare in absolute amazement at the horny Danny's new 'helmet', not wanting to believe what had just happened. As the halfa slowly stumbled forward, moaning in satisfaction at the smell of Sam's crotch or ass or both, the techie shook his head.
"I so wouldn't be surprised if Danny turns out to have a used panty fetish after this…" he grumbled as he followed after the raging Goth, leaving their addled friend to his devices. He had a feeling where Sam was planning on going.
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After another short taxi ride, the duo reached the familiar home of the Fentons, made ever so unique with their Ops Center lodged on its roof. Sam, as before at Tucker's, pounded on the front door with a fist as Tucker just stood idly behind her, nonchalantly eyeing Sam's new form and admiring Desiree's 'handiwork'. Despite barely caring for the moody Goth, Tucker couldn't help feeling a little turned on, now that she wasn't yelling at him.
The door opened after a few moments. Thankfully for them, it was Jazz that had answered. She barely got out a friendly 'Hello' before the two burst into the house, shut the door, and fumbled for the nearest Fenton security panel which operated the house's patented ghost shield.
"Uhh… Care to explain, guys? And Sam, what's with the… err… What is that? No way you got plastic surgery!" Jazz asked as she eyed the Goth's thicker, bustier form.
"Long story short, a powerful ghost's on the loose, she turned me into this, she framed Tucker for sex crimes, and…. well… uhh… she sorta… turned Danny into a mindless yuts…" Sam spat out as fast as she could.
"How?" Jazz asked, barely managing to process the information Sam gave her, but alert when Sam mentioned what happened to Danny. Yup, anything involving her brother and she's all business… Just then, there seemed to be a thumping noise from just outside. Going to a window, the three teens noticed the subject of their conversation, mindlessly pressed against the shield, as if determined to go forward no matter what.
"Of the 'mindless drone' variety, exhibit A…" Sam dully explained, once again feeling a brief burst of pity for her would-be boyfriend's dilemma.
"Yeah, she really turned him into a SAM missile and I don't mean 'Surface-to-Air Missile'." Tucker joked. The two teens just looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"You sure this ghost didn't warp Tucker's sense of humor too, Sam?" Jazz asked as she walked away from the window, heading toward the stairs.
"Ouch… Alright, I deserve that one too. Jeez… Is this 'Bash Tucker Day'?!" Tucker fumed as he and Sam followed the redhead. Sam rudely elbowed him in the side as she passed by him, a silent way of telling him he was still on thin ice with her. Only for him to kick his foot in front of hers and trip her, his way of making it clear how much her opinion matters to him.
A couple of minutes later, the trio found themselves in the Ops Center. Tucker went to work on one of the various computer consoles, intending to look up what they could use to possibly find and defeat the elusive genie ghost. Sam looked down from one of the windows, solemnly watching her crush continue to press himself against the shield in a stupid zombie-like manner, like metal drawn to a magnet. A 'magnet' named Sam…
"So… Where's the family, Jazz?" Sam asked, not bothering to take her eyes off her unfortunate hero.
"Gone. It was kinda strange, really. Mom came home last night, really mad and with a large sack of money. The sack even had a large dollar sign embroidered onto it, like out of a cartoon. She grabbed Dad, demanded that they go on a second honeymoon for a month, and stormed out. It was so weird, seeing Mom literally drag someone as big as Dad out of the house like that… She returned to pack up some things and place me in charge of the house. I've been here alone ever since." Jazz explained, shrugging. The logical member of the Fenton Siblings began to wonder if she needed to examine her own head.
"Well, that explains why they haven't been informed yet…" Tucker mutters to himself, which gets Jazz's attention.
"Informed about what?" asked the redhead. Sam shot Tucker a quick glare before interrupting the techie's sputtering attempt at a response.
"Uh, he means that… uh… well…" Before she could go any further, the gears seemed to turn in her head as things seemed to click into place. "Wait a minute… Why else would your mom want to have a honeymoon when she's angry…?"
Jazz had to admit that, as much as she hated when people changed the subject like that, Sam did bring up a good question. Who ever heard of wanting to get romantic when angry? That wouldn't usually happen unless… Right then, it clicked for Jazz. Something had happened. But what? "I dunno."
But ironically, it was Jazz's guess that helped the other two realize what could have happened, what MUST have happened. Sam and Tucker looked at each other, their grudge momentarily forgotten for now. Their expressions told each other that they both had realized the same thing.
"Vlad!" They both said.
Tucker immediately abandoned his computer search in favor of a new project. Thanks to the Ops Center's tech, Tucker had more than enough of what he'd need to hack into Vlad's database, specifically his security cam footage. Thanks to a back door Danny had him find a long time ago, to keep an eye on his worst enemy. It would just take a little while.
"What? Are you sure he's up to something?" Jazz asked as she looked over Tucker's shoulder. Sam joined them after a moment.
"We're talking about the guy that just won't get over your mom. He had to have at least said something. I'm just gonna try to hack into his network and see what that jerk's been up to." Tucker answered, the conversation not breaking his stride with typing in the slightest.
Tucker's attempts to break into the Masters database ended up taking a couple of hours. As they grew bored and took another look out the window, Jazz and Sam noticed that Danny was no longer in sight but they could still see regular shimmers against the shield. Indicating that Danny was still there and besieging the wall but now invisible.
"We got to do something about him… This is just getting sad." Sam remarked, getting a little upset that they could do nothing for his condition for the time being.
Eventually, just after the second hour of waiting, conversing, and watching Danny, Tucker let out a proud exclamation of victory as he finally succeeded in getting past Vlad's impressive security measures.
"I almost didn't think I could do it, but I finally got in. Should've expected that much protection for somebody like Vlad. Let's see if our theory's true… Hmm… Security tapes… Let's try yesterday…" he commented as he clicked around, making numerous screens appear depicting different areas of Vlad's home….as well as key areas of Amity Park and even some specific areas, one of which Sam noticed immediately.
"Wait, he bugged MY ROOM?!" Sam said in a panic. What was worse was the timeline of the security feed when Tucker started to play the previous afternoon's footage as the trio got an eyeful of Danny and Sam's time in bed. The nerd respectfully closed out that particular screen, but Jazz already seen enough.
"Oh, what the hell, Sam?! Seriously?" Jazz asked outraged.
"Yeah..." Sam groaned, not looking forward to being psycho-analyzed and given one hell of a lecture.
Tucker fast-forwarded through the multiple screens of security cam footage until he finally spotted Maddie come into frame on the monitor displaying the front entrance. Playing it at normal speed, they watched as Danny's mom talked with the manipulative arch-villain. The teens began to grow concerned when they saw Maddie smile and cling onto Vlad's arm before leaving the mansion. Tucker fast-forwarded the now-eventless cam footage until the villain and matriarch came back from who-knows-where. Maddie took off for what turned out to be Vlad's bedroom while Vlad disappeared. His vanishing act only took 5 minutes before the group caught him on camera again, this time in a hallway leading to said bedroom. The evil halfa seemed to be nervous about something, which made the trio apprehensive about where this footage might go.
Jazz's worry grew immensely when Vlad sprayed what would most likely be some sort of breath freshener into his mouth.
Tucker suddenly clicked off the security cam footage, not wanting to see the supercriminal star in his own sex tape with his best friend's mom. In fact, the mere thought of that old bag of bones that was Vlad actually getting some made Tucker green in the face. A brief glance revealed that Sam and Jazz were also looking a bit sickly.
Seeing the footage might have been the better idea, as the three teenage minds kept churning out mental images as they stewed about what they had just seen. In turn, this caused the heroes to frantically search for a trash can or toilet to puke in. Sadly, there was only one trash can nearby. It was quite awkward to see the three jamming their heads together around the poor bucket as they unleashed the contents of their stomachs into it, the stench alone being a potent biohazard.
"Thanks for the nightmares tonight, Vlad…" Tucker groaned, spitting out some leftover bile and vomit remnants.
"Like you didn't deserve it!" Sam said with a sneer. At least she found a bright side to this. Still, Vlad would pay dearly for the mind trauma.
"Oh, shut it, Sam… In any case, at least this confirms one thing. Vlad must have captured Desiree and forced her to use her wish-granting powers. Why else would Mrs. F ever even think about banging Vlad? Mind control!" Tucker theorized as he searched the Ops Center for something. For what, the girls weren't sure until Tucker opened a hatch on a wall and discovered his paydirt. Weapons. Lots of Fenton weapons and anti-ghost gear.
"So, we're going to Vlad's mansion?" Sam asked, catching a plasma rifle that Tucker tossed her way.
"Ya think ol' Vlad would just let Desiree go? Not happening. After Himself and Danny, Des is probably the most powerful ghost we know of out there. He ain't letting that go."
"And we're gonna toss her right into the Ghost Zone. Yeah, I'm sure she'll be ever so grateful…" Sam responded, eyes rolling in sarcasm as she knew that this 'rescue mission' would most likely have quite a few complications.
"Uhh… What about my brother?" Jazz asked, having gone back to the window. Of course, Danny was still trying to force his way through the ghost shield by sheer will alone, judging from the vibrations of the shield where his invisible body was struggling.
"I got something for him. I did manage to create one thing here instead of at my house, another attempt at trying to help Danny catch ghosts easier. Thankfully, I left it here. It's just ironic that I have to use the only one I made on Danny himself… Sigh…" With that, he went to another compartment and withdrew a small metal orb.
"Heh… You hoping Danny will want to play catch, Tuck?" Sam chided. She knew there was more to the object. The joke was literally 'just because'.
"Ye of little faith… It's a spectral EMP bomb. Instead of wiping out electronics in a certain radius, this baby makes ghosts within a certain radius unable to fight. One-hit knockout, right here. I will warn you that this also affects Fenton weapons, due to having ectoplasm involved in their design. Keep your weapons off while I toss this at him. Otherwise, we might as well be bringing prop weapons to a stage play." Tucker explained, holding the orb toward the other two. If the situation wasn't so serious, he'd bask in the feeling that he was like Q from the James Bond franchise.
Jazz looked worried. Sam noticed this and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Jazz, he'll be fine when this is over. Tuck's device shouldn't kill him. Besides, if we don't, he'll probably just follow me and end up getting in our way."
"Oh, don't try telling me there isn't a small part of you that actually would like it if Danny resumed 'getting in your way'."
"Burn!" Tucker declared, a shit-eating grin on his face as he saw the Goth's face turning crimson from embarrassment.
"Let's just go!" Sam grunted, choosing a few weapons and storming out of the Ops Center, the sound of Tucker's snickering taunting her as she left.
As the ghost shield came down and the metal orb hit the ground in front of the hovering Danny, unleashing an oddly-beautiful display of vibrant neon green energy that affected nothing except for the brain-addled halfa. Unfortunately, because he was invisible at the time, no one on the team knew where he was. He could have been just in front of them, or blasted off to parts unknown.
If Vlad truly had Desiree, what would be next? The Green Bay Packers winning Super Bowls for the rest of eternity? Knowing him, that was a distinct possibility… As if things couldn't get any more absurd.
"One halfa, neutralized." Tucker muttered as Jazz closed the door to the Op Center with them all walking down the stairs, ready for a fight.
