Hey everyone. This is my first installment of a new Phantom story. It is not related to my previous stories for this fandom. It also isn't serialized. Meaning whatever relation between chapters- cannon wise- is entirely up to the reader.
This has always been my favorite ship for Danny to be honest. Unlike with his other love interests, Valerie never tried to change Danny- aside from trying to kill him- at first. But hey, she got better and honestly, they had better chemistry. Better than with I'm always right' Sam.
Not gonna debate that. That is my opinion. The show was done dirty. That's something we can all agree on.
Enjoy.
Green and Gray
Chapter 1: Date Night
"Where you going ghost kid!"
The red huntress shouted, her feet strapped on her hoverboard as it soared across the night sky. The city of Amity Park shinned below her. Her twin scarlet ecto-pistols ablaze in both hands as their blood red energy bolts fired away at their target. Said target was a black blob, enveloped in a white bubble, zipping away so fast it was beyond what human eyes could see. Luckily, the red huntress came prepared. Her next-gen goggles not only tracked her target, but predicted where it was going. With every shot, the red huntress got that much closer. Her hoverboard gaining. It was only a matter of time.
Honestly, it was almost like she was missing on purpose.
Of course, predictably, that was when her target did something unexpected.
As they both soared through the city, they flew over and around many buildings. Thankfully, they were in the industrial part of town- at a time where there few people. Dashing over to a nearby paper company, the black blob grabbed a full container marked 'scrap' and flew around the place in a full circle. Trailing the paper behind him. Leaving the entire area, above and below, suffocating on crumple white sheets. The red huntress was forced to stop in her tracks. The heat signature and ecto-scanning capabilities were choked and blinded by the thin material. The red huntress grumbled, annoyed, and took off her goggles. She looked and looked, finding nothing but litter.
"What? You leave already?" The red huntress shouted, guns still at the ready. Fingers on the triggers. "Loser!"
A voice hollered behind her. As she turned around, her guns ablaze, the red huntress saw in the corner of her eye her target dip to the side and to safety. Happily floating in the sky under his own power and on her level.
It was him- her target.
Not a black blob- but a man. Ghost specifically. He was around her height. Just under 6'. Strong jaw. Sharp cheekbones. A couple of battle scars here and there on his eyebrow, nose, and lip.
He was in a skin tight black and white costume. The knee-high boots, forearm encompassing gloves, and his shoulder pads were deathly white. As was a strip going down his torso to his belt. The rest of him was pitched black- oh, and a silver ghostly 'D' on his chest.
But that's not what got the red huntress's attention- Muscles. Muscles. And more muscles. This boy- no, this man, was buff. Not in a big, swollen, gorilla kind of way. All show, no go. No, his was lithe, detailed, downright pantherine kinda meat. Honestly, this 'target' had the kind of body the huntress wouldn't mind checking out at the gym. And if how tight his pants were said anything, there was all kinds of meat she'd enjoy- And she hated it!
The huntress knew her target. She knew him personally. A fire lit inside her at the very sight of him. It wasn't going away.
She was going to be on top tonight!
"Danny." The red huntress spat. Taking this surprise break to reload her pistols.
"Valerie!" He greeted, waving at her. A huge, happy, goofy smile on his face. "Ya missed. What happened, you leave your glasses at home? I thought you were serious tonight."
"Ohhhhh, I am." Valerie growled, her pistols pointed right at his chest. At that stupid, infuriating, adorable 'D' on his chest. "I'm gonna put you where you belong."
"Come on, Val." Danny shook his head. "We both you know you can't hit me with- Ophhhhhhh!"
The phantom was slammed across the sky thanks a MEGA-TON punch to the face. The red huntress had dive bombed her fist to her target. Her anti-ecto electro padded cloves smashed right into his nose. A lighting bolt jolted throughout his entire body. The phantom shot back like a rocket. Going. Going. And going until he slammed head first into a wall. Literally pealing off the hard steel and wood, the phantom dropped to the ground- right into a dumpster. Landing softly in a pile of cozy beanbag like garbage.
His face literally drumming in pain, Danny looked up. Discovering it was a billboard he crashed into. It advertised a 50 year old man with gray hair tied back into a rat tail. It contrasted terribly with his crisp black suit that probably costed more than Danny's car.
"Masters for Mayor." Danny sighed, looking down at what he landed in. Newspapers. All of them news newspapers. Danny grabbed one and held it up. Its front page was identical to the billboard. "The Masters Gazette? Jesus. Go back to Wisconsin."
"Yeah-ha! How do you like that, Ghost boy?" Valerie cheered, her hoverboard directly above him. The red huntress pulled out what appeared to be an ect-bazooka in one hand and a rocket in the other.
As the slayer of ghosts was assembling a weapon meant to kill him, and probably blow up an entire city block, Danny phantom- superhero extraordinaire - only had one thing on his mind.
"Boy, does she fill out that suit."
He meant every word.
A hundred feet away or a mile, thanks to Danny's ghostly sight she might as well have been right in front of him.
Valerie was wearing double-breasted battle fatigues- Hot rod red. Like him, Valerie had on pairs of knee-high boots, forearm length gloves, a couple shoulder pads and a belt. All pitch black. Unlike him, she did wear a helmet that matched her outfit. It covered her whole head with a face obscuring black visor.
The red huntress lived up to her name.
That angry girl covered in guns had some curves. That skin tight super-spandex she was wearing really showed off what going to the gym three times a week gave you. Muscles. Hard muscles. Unlike Danny, Valerie was going for size. Show and go! Arms. Legs. Danny had no idea how you could have a bubble butt and a tight ass at the same time. It wasn't just muscle this girl had on him, it was girth too. This gal was on the heavier side- but it was all in the right places. Danny loved every ounce of it! If the phantom could pick how he was gonna die, he wanted those thick thighs wrapped around his face.
"Like'n the view?" Valerie taunted, her ecto-bazooka now loaded and aimed right at him. "You'll love this one even more!"
The red huntress fired the rocket- blasting down right at his head. The phantom was just a hair faster than the warhead traveling at the speed of a bullet. With a flick of his finger, a beam of pure ect-energy zapped the warhead about halfway into its journey. The bomb in a rocket exploded in the night air. A shock wave of pure force erupted in all directions. The phantom was slammed back into his paper cushion. A little rattled, but fine. The red huntress on the other hand... she was pushed off her hoverboard and fell screaming to the ground. Her arms and legs flailing- drop, land, bounce. Valerie Gray plopped right next to the phantom in the dumpster- on the soft, warm, welcoming paper. She was rattled- very rattled, but fine.
"Soooo, recycle dumpster. Convenient. " Danny said, fully relaxing in the paper. The red huntress' eyes were bugging out of her head, through the visor. Valerie was clutching a trash bag of paper to her chest, she was so spooked. "Do I get a hug, or just your new friend?"
"Sh-Shut up." Valerie stuttered, tossing the trash bag at him- It hit Danny in the face. As it fell away, Valerie laughed, pointing at his head. It was sharp, labored, happy-to-be-alive laugh, but still a laugh. "Ha-Ha! Yo-Your face!"
"Alright, I'm out." Danny shook his head, levitating into the air. Full superman pose, the phantom was ready to burst away. "This was fun, but next time bring your A-game on date night- what, hey!"
"Oh, we ain't done yet-sweetie!"
Valerie howled, hopping off the railing of the dumpster and grabbing the flying ghost's ankle. Danny tried to shake her off, gliding and drifting and diving randomly in the sky. The phantom reached down to pull the huntress' hands off him- she proceeded to full body swing herself up to kick him in the gut- fallowed by another smack to the nose. Just like that, the only thing that kept the two ghost hunters in the air lost control. Instead of drifting it was a straight dive down- like a rock.
The red huntress grabbed her prey in a full body hug. Arms and legs wrapped around him- screaming her lungs out in open terror for her life. The phantom was dazed. In throbbing pain. He didn't know which way was up. If it wasn't for Valerie's screaming, he might've passed out right then and there as he fell out of the sky. Though, as Danny had learned recently- if there was one thing Valerie knew how to do, it was deny him of sleep.
Peaking his eyes open, Danny could see the ground was rapidly about to give them both its own full-body-hug, the phantom blasted a ghost beam to their side. Pushing the both of them into a nearby building. Danny phased them both through its walls. The two landed- rolled, really- into a room on the other side of the wall. Its freshly cleaned tile floor did little to cushion their re-acquaintance with solid ground. The two rolled and skidded to the other side of the room, bouncing off its far wall and smacking down on the floor in a plop.
Breathing heavy, his eyes closed, his throbbing pain replaced with dopamine and adrenaline. Peaking his eyes open, the phantom discovered that they were indeed, not dead.
"We-We're alive. Valerie, we're alive! Well, you are. Anyway...Val?" Danny asked.
Looking down, he found the red huntress- the same woman who nearly knocked him out with just her fists- was still clinging to his body. Her musclebound arms and legs- pure vice grip. If she wasn't wearing her mask right now, Danny was sure she'd be biting into his shoulder. Her entire body shivering in pure fear. He could smell it on her. Thankfully, it wasn't liquid fear.
"Valerie, its okay." Danny said, wrapping his arms around her. Patting the poor girl's back as she tucked her head hard against his chest. After a second, it got through. She peeked her head up, eyeing him through the visor. "We didn't die- well, you didn't."
"Da-Danny?" Valerie stuttered, pulling her head away- doing a quick scan of the room. Wasn't much to see. It was pretty dark and she didn't have her super hunter goggle gadget on. Even with his ghost vision, Danny's own eyes were still adjusting to the room. "We-We're okay."
"That we are. Close one." Danny whistled, relieved- both at the still alive situation and how she let go of him. Meaning he got to enjoy just the weight and warmth of the THICC pretty girl laying on top of him. "Sooo, wanna call it a nigh- Oh come on!
"Back on!" The red huntress howled, her hands wrapped around his throat- she squeezed.
"You've got to be kidding me." The phantom gurgled, his words barely making it through his encumbered esophagus.
"Date night's not over!" The THICC beauty on top of the ghost boy cackled. "Show me what you got, ghost boy- hey, not fair."
The phantom grabbed the red huntress' wrists, forcing her hands off his throat, overpowering her to the side and to the floor. Danny got on top of her. Pinning her wrists to the floor. The red huntress knew she was blushing- feeling the heat and weight of a guy with all the muscle of an Olympic swim team on top of her would do that. Valerie growled as the MAN on top of her leered down with a shit eating grin on his face. Ohhhh, she was not gonna let him have that.
"I'm gonna be on top tonight." Valerie declared, her voice hungry and heavy. Danny's eyes went wide, his smile vanished. The red huntress used this distraction and flipped them over so she was back on top- his wrists pinned to the ground. Just as she was about to cackle again- the phantom reversed them. On and on it went. One trying to gain dominance. Neither really having an advantage over the other. The red huntress' stubborn determination and raw aggression. The phantom's sheer strength and clever tricks.
Suddenly, the lights came on. The two heroes stopped in their tracks. Their eyes could only see a white blur. Even Valerie, who had a darkened visor.
"Knock it off!" A familiar voice yelled.
Looking up and to the side, both ghostly heroes found none other than Johnny 13 and Kitty. The only long term ghost couple both heroes had run into. One was angrily giving them the stink eye. The other, a hand over his mouth- laughing.
The ghostly heroes on the floor looked at the ghostly villains at the table. The two couples were exact opposites. While the heroes were muscle-bound youth's in spandex and battle gear, not even in their physical prime yet. These ghosts had clearly raced by their best days even before they died. Wrapped in withered clothing that belonged in decades past. Even their frames were foils. Both kitty and Johnny were lanky, skinny, and thin. Honestly, if they weren't already dead people would think these two weren't far away from it.
The only thing that matched was the color of their outfits. Kitty had on a similar double-breasted jacket, the same shade of red as Valerie's. While it was open, the ghost girl had rapped it closed as she glared at her uninvited guests. Oh, and she also had a matching blood-red skirt with fishnets under it. As for johnny? Overcoat, shirt, pants. Black. White. Black. All oversized. Honestly, it looked like a couple of kids had gotten into their parents closet and slipped on clothes that even they had forgotten about.
Scanning the room, the two heroes discovered that they had crash-landed into what appears to be the cafeteria of a company office building. Danny could see a Vlad Master's cardboard cutout in the back, pointing at the tray line. Telling everyone to have a 'Masterful' day. Danny sighed. Valerie looked back at the ghosts. The two were sitting at a round cafeteria table. A large half-eaten chocolate cake between them. A lit heart candle sitting on top of it.
"Of course he'd have a frick'n standee. What do they even serve here, 'Master-burgers'?" Danny shook his head. His arch enemy's narcissism was getting out of hand. Hearing some mumbling in the background, Danny found a janitor tied up at the side. Clearly scared out of his mind. "Dang, ain't you unlucky."
"What?" Valerie asked, Danny pointed at the hostage. The red huntress rolled her eyes.
"You two, get your own room!" Kitty ordered, pointing at the exit just behind them.
"Nah, keep going." Johnny chuckled. Kitty gave him a confused scowl. Johnny shrugged. "Hey, a dinner and a show. Right, Danny-boy? Its fun, doing it in public."
"Wh-What?" Danny stuttered, confused.
Valerie was right there with him. Johnny pointed at them. The two ghostly heroes looked at each other. They were right back where they started- literally. They were laying exactly where they landed. Valerie on top of him- like, RIGHT, on top of him. Her legs straddling his waist, practically sitting on his belt buckle. More, she was laying on him. Her tum-tum and torso layered over his. Their chests pressed up against each other. Both their faces less than an inch apart. The two breathing hard. Both heroes could feel their breath on each other- even through Valery's mask.
Realizing this, they broke apart- Well, Valerie sat up, anyway. Outright sitting on Danny in the worst and best place- they both knew it. Actually, all of them knew it. Even the janitor.
"Uhhhhh, its not what it looks like." Danny burbled. It sounded like a lie, even to him.
"Oh, stop. Everyone knows you two are Fucking." Kitty rolled her eyes. Johnny laughed, giving Danny a thumbs up.
"NO, I- we aren't." Valerie shot back, sheepishly. The pretty, out of breath girl, still sitting on Danny's lap. Their hands still interlocked.
"Role play is fun too." Johnny admitted, looking over at Kitty. Giving his girlfriend that same Shit-eating-grin Danny had shown Valerie not a minute ago. "I get it. Nothing like a good fight to get you in the mood for fucking. And nothing like a fuck mad action girl to clear your head for the next fight. It's how the two work together."
"Johnny..." Kitty scowled, her eyes shooting daggers at the ghost man across the table from her. Johnny, for his part, simply smiled at her.
"Ain't that right, sweetheart?" Johnny teased, waving at his girlfriend.
Kitty, the green haired- deathly pale ghost girl, sighed. Stood up. Walked around the circular table. Took a deep breath. Leaned down- she kissed him. It was long. It was deep. It was full of emotion. Neither Danny nor Valerie could tell what emotion it was, but it was there. Johnny, for whatever reason, was ready for it and reciprocated. Kissing her back just as hungrily. Both ghostly heroes looked at each other, shrugged. Kitty broke the kiss. A happy, teary-eyed smile on her face.
"Johnny, I love you." Kitty confessed- SMACK! A right hook sucker punch to the face. The ghost biker was sent flying. A good five feet just straight in the air. Landing into another table - busting it in half. The biker ghost simply laughed at this. A bright shiner appearing on his right eye before them. "Now shut up and take your pants off!"
"Uhhhh..."
"You two, get out!" Kitty hissed, like an angry cat! The ghost biker girl slipped off her loose red jacket. Revealing only a neon green tube top to cover her thin ghostly gray body. Johnny howled a cheer at this. Danny himself couldn't help but nod. Valerie snorted at the man she was sitting on. Patting her hand over his face. "Well? Fuck off!"
"Ummm, should we..." Valerie asked, looking down at the man she was straddling.
The ghost boy gave unsure shrug. That was when the janitor decided he should make himself heard- muffled. The poor man was still hogtied in the corner. His mouth gagged with what looked like one of the newspapers Danny landed in. The janitor was sweating bullets, pleading. Clearly terrified.
Valerie grumbled at this. With obvious reluctance the red huntress pulled out her blood-red pistol and aimed it at the now making out ghost couple. Danny was right there with her. The phantom's right fist glowing with green energy and aimed it at the now undressing biker couple.
"Imagine if we landed in here while they were doing this." Danny snorted, blasting an energy beam at Johnny's head.
"Shut up!" Valerie snorted back, shooting ecto bullet after ecto bullet at Kitty's chest.
Both missed.
"The Fuck are you doing!" Kitty demanded, bullet and blast hitting everything BUT the two ghostly villains. Honestly, it was almost like these two battle hardened heroes were missing on purpose... or they were Storm troopers.
"No. No. I'm into it." Johnny cheered, hoping to his feet. The dead biker grabbed his confused girlfriend's hand. "The chase makes it more fun!"
The half naked couple grabbed their clothes and phased through the now charred black wall. Valerie howled a challenge, jumping to her feet and to the exit. The red huntress held the door open for the phantom... only to find him untying the janitor. The poor man ran out the hole she made for him. Leaving the two heroes behind in his dust.
"Why didn't I take that job in Dimsdale?"
"Probably because of the garbage loving aliens, rampaging super bikes, and swarming pixies that burn the place down every week." Danny quipped, burning the rope in his hand.
"Yeah, think our town is crazy. Wow." Valerie sighed, walking back to Danny. "They're gone by now. Probably making some other place shine like the night sky with a black light."
"Meh. Those two can't stay out of trouble for a day." Danny shrugged at the homicidal girl strutting up to him. The ghost boy just could not stop staring at her hips. Watching them swing side to side- almost hypnotically. "We'll find'em soon enough."
"Good." Valerie said, putting her pistols away. Taking a deep breath, the red huntress cracked her knuckles. "Back on!"
"Of course it is." Danny chuckled, catching Valerie's wrist as it shot toward his face. Ready for it. The ghost boy countered with his own fist. Which was caught. Valerie was ready for it too. The two were like that for a bit. Just like before when they crashed into the building, the two wrestled for control. Dominance. Danny, the willy little bugger, just would not sit still. But Valerie was so aggressive that he couldn't get anywhere. She made sure he stayed close.
Valerie snarled. Danny laughed.
The two twirled around so much, it almost looked like they were dancing. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. The round tables in the empty cafeteria surrounding them? It almost looked like their own personal ballroom. If you asked anyone, they'd think this was a date. A very romantic date. The happy couple in their Sunday best. Minus the blood, bruising, and blasting.
"Ya know." Danny said, swirling them around so he was on the left side now. Her back facing the nearest wall. He smirked. "I think those two were right."
"About what?" Valerie growled, her voice husky and deep. In answer, Danny forced his hand close enough to pull off Valerie's helmet. Revealing her pretty round face. Her wide happy nose. Thin, creaked dark eyebrows. Large, luscious pink lips. And of course, her dark jade green eyes. God, they were beautiful- even if they were scowling death at Danny.
"I ever told you, you're beautiful when you're trying to kill me." Danny confessed, drowning in those green pools. He meant every word
"Sh-Shut up!" Valerie laughed, and for the first time that night her mask of anger, rage, and frustration slipped. Revealing the joy, relief, and comfort she felt around him. Danny Fenton. That didn't mean she was letting up though. With all her strength, Valerie actually picked the fully grown ghost man off his feet, switched places with him, and power shoved Danny to the wall that was now behind him. His feet sliding on the freshly cleaned tile floor. The ghost boy's back slamming against the solid concrete, Valerie cackled. "You gonna phase though it and run away. Like some pussy?"
"Nah." Danny reversed the grip on her. Slamming Valerie against the hard concrete. The bright red of her costume smudged with the soot and ash of the charred wall behind her. Valerie's eyes shot open in full surprise for a moment- then melting into a determined, heated, smile.
"I ever tell you..." Valerie growled. Her eye twitching. Her smile showing teeth. "You're Fucking hot when you've got me pinned against a wall?!"
"Oh, well we don't usually talk when we- Oofff!" Danny cried as Valerie kneed him in the gut. The ghost boy keeled over, or was going to. Valerie grabbed Danny by the collar and yanked him up to face her.
"Danny, I love you." Valerie confessed- she kissed him.
An inverse to what the ghostly couple did.
Smack then kiss.
It was long. It was deep. It was full of emotion. Just like before. Neither Danny nor Valerie could tell what that emotion was- but it was there. To no surprise, Danny was ready for it. Kissing back just as hungrily. As an added bonus. Both tasted the same. The mint flavored stick of gum they split and shared from the start was still there... and a hint of blood from hitting each other in the face so much. The warrior couple loved it! Smiling, Danny pulled his arms around her for a hug- Valerie broke the kiss. Pushing Danny back a step as she pulled out her combat knife.
It was long. Pointy. Razor sharp with spikes on the back. This thing could actually kill him- extra kill him. Valerie sliced down Danny's torso in one swift motion. So fast, Danny couldn't even see the blade. To Danny's surprise, he felt no pain. He did see his skin tight costume split open in the front. This warrior woman missed gutting her boyfriend by less than a millimeter.
"Uhhhhh, what?"
"I'm taking your clothes off!" Valerie howled, tossing her combat knife away. The phantom stood there, stunned, as his girlfriend grabbed his costume and literally ripped it in half. The top half, anyway. The tare stopped at his belt buckle. With the upper half of his costume gone, Valerie got a good look at what was underneath.
The phantom was a superhero. Fighting monsters and men of legend for years. He was raised from birth by accomplished scientists and warriors in equal measure. Danny Fenton had the physique to match. His costume was skin tight. Giving an outline of what he had. But... wow. Muscle. Everyone knew that. Not big and buff. Everyone knew that. But still, muscle. Hard. Chiseled. Dense- Muscle. Shining detail on his arms, chest, and stomach. Not an ounce of blubber on him. The boy had a damn eight pack! Pale as milk, sure. But littered with battle scars. Victory and defeat.
"My MAN!" Valerie growled- she actually growled. Her eyes scanning up and down his body. A little bit of drool escaping her lip. "I have waited all week for this."
"Still that good, huh?" Danny snorted. The phantom was always flattered whenever Valerie did this. Openly admire his body. She was the only girl he knew that did that.
"Yes!" Valerie answered, bluntly- putting her hand on his chest. Feeling his sculpture like muscle. "It's like that vacation to the Parthenon I took with my dad when I was ten. Hey, you sure you're not one of those ghosts from ancient times? A statue come to life, or some bullshit?"
"No. Don't think so." Danny shook his head. "19. Same as you."
"Thank god!" Valerie sighed, pure relief in her voice. The happy girl put the other hand on his gut. Hard as fucking marble- and she was going to fuck something as hard as stone in a second. "Hey, what are yo-"
"My turn." Danny laughed, grabbing Valerie by the collar- POP!
Unlike Danny, her costume had buttons. So the front just snapped open, not ruining the expensive fabric. Danny knew this. So instead of stopping at the waist, he yanked her whole costume down to her knees in one swift motion. Leaving the 'red huntress' in her combat boots, and nothing else.
Valerie Gray had been born in wealth and power. Her single father was a self-made man that spoiled his one child rotten. Only to lose it all and forced to earn it all back from the bottom. Anger, ambition, and revenge drove this girl-no, woman- to the utter limit. And it showed. Like Danny, her costume was skin tight. Unlike him, Valerie did have some blubber. A healthy amount meant for weight lifters. Her muscles weren't detailed, but curved and smooth. Her whole body announced aggression, allure, and power.
Large brown breasts. A toned smooth feminine stomach. Thighs that could crush a cantaloupe. Legs that seemed to go on for miles. Valerie looked like some war goddess come to life. Her dark earthy skin and shoulder-length deadlock black hair added to it.
Valerie Gray was a warrior- and she was fucking beautiful!
"Like what you see?" Valerie teased. She knew his answer.
"Still don't know why you go commando." Danny said, his eyes on her big brown boobs. Her dainty hard nipples staring back at him. "But, I'm not gonna question it."
"Shut up and kiss me green."
He did.
Yes, he did.
The two warriors wrapped the other in their arms. Their lips interlocking. Eyes closed. Humming in tune together. That same emotion from before was there. Unlike before, they knew what it was. The eyes-shut blind couple shifted around a bit before they tripped over their own feet- falling to the ground. Landing on their side, Danny laughed. Trying to swing his leg over his girlfriend- only for her to yank him back to the hard tiled floor. For a second, Danny thought the 'foreplay' was back on. Thankfully, he saw Valerie swing her own leg over him. Her body all but jumping on his. Straddling him.
"I told you." Valerie announced, unfastening his belt. Yanking his pants down. "I'm on top tonight"
Danny could only nod. His eyes hard on her glistening breasts heaving over him. Valerie snorted, positioning herself. Literally dripping on him. Danny dug his fingers into the hard, cold concrete as Valerie grabbed his ecto wang. The ghostly digits literally forcing their way into the tiled stone below him.
She dropped.
Danny's eyes almost popped out of his head as his erection was forced deep into her velvety smooth insides in a single movement. God, it was hot. Every inch of his hero length was tightly squeezed by her warrior flesh, viscous fluid filling every inch of space in between.
"Fuck, I needed that." Valerie groaned gutturally, arching her back as she ran a hand down her side. "Your fat phantom ghock inside me. That's where you belong."
Danny could feel everything. Every contraction. Every tremor as her insides gripped him like a vice. Valerie's south side lips rippling and milking him tirelessly- hungrily. The Gray girl went down fast- and stayed here. Savoring the feeling. The ghost boy was right there with her.
"Fe-Feel kinda bad for Johnny." Valerie stuttered, a hungry, victorious smile on her face as she rose over him. Inch by inch. "St-Stuck with that sk-skinny ghost bitch."
Even if he didn't know Valerie was kidding, Danny couldn't say anything as she slammed back down on him. Impaling herself on 'the phantom'. The 'red huntress' kept up a slow and heavy pace as she continued to writhe atop him. Her big brown breasts bounced with every thrust. Danny stayed there. He knew she wanted this. Valerie said so herself. Being on top was Gray's favorite position. Didn't mean Danny was quiet though, or let her do all the work. The phantom roared, reaching up and grabbing her coffee colored tits.
"Missed the girls?" Valerie laughed, bouncing on top of him.
"Every day!" Danny yelled, her teardrop orbs in his hands. Their rubbery warm flesh bulging out between his fingers. Her hard nipples poking his palms. "W-We really ne-need to do this more."
"Cha-Chasing you. Beat'n you up. Riding y-you like a bull!" Valerie cheered, swirling her hair around for extra effect. Bouncing down on top of him harder. Droplets of her sweaty body flying everywhere. "S-So fun!"
After that, time stopped- or at least stopped mattering. It was just the too of them in that empty dark room. Like two zoo animals in heat. Everything outside of that- outside of each other, didn't exist. Which only became more intense when Valerie leaned down to kiss her man. Her tits ballooned against his chest. Danny's hands sliding off her tits to grab her ass. Giving that a squeeze. That toned gelatinous bliss, soft on the outside, hard on the inside. Valerie herself wrapped her legs under Danny's. Giving her more leverage. She only pushed herself up off her boyfriend a bit before putting all her muscle and energy into him. It almost felt like Valerie was thrusting into Danny. Her tongue battling against his for dominance.
Hot, burning electricity jolting through them both!
Both loved it- and felt its end steaming toward them- fast.
A tidal wave come to them both.
"Va-Val, I'm cu-"
"M-Me too." Valerie mumbled, wrapping her arms behind his hand and pulling him against her- hard. "Ju-Just- oh FUCK!"
Just like that, the hero and warrior blasted off. Both their bodies jolted and spasm. The ghost eyes glowed. His pupil and sclera disappearing into solid green. For Valerie? The bloodthirsty warrior's eyes exploded into giant pink love hearts. Neon pink and punk emerald shined the dark cafeteria. Danny's meat rod shooting blast after blast into vice grip south side Valerie.
The two were locked in place, both through pleasure and electricity from their brains firing through their nervous system.
But what comes up, must come down. And so did these two. Valerie falling off her boyfriend and onto the cold hard floor. Danny groaned as he slipped out of her. The two panting their lungs out. Their hot bodies enjoying the cool night in a giant air-conditioned room.
"F-Fucking love date night sex!" Valerie cheered lazily. Shooting her arm into the air. Her left eye closed against the ground. "Better than regular night sex."
"I told you." Danny laughed, turning over to his side- facing his girlfriend. Her sweaty THICC body glistening in the low light room. The phantom eyed her curvy, hefty body. His still glowing gaze landing on her legs. "No brass knuckles and ecto rocket launchers at my apartment. Already got one strike from my landlord."
"You should move into my building." Valerie laughed. Danny eyed lower. The phantom saw his glowing green goop trickling out between her legs. Little phantom twitched at that. "My landlord's cool with it. After I showed'm. Showed'em all of'em."
They both laughed.
"Sooo, ready to go again?"
"Fuck yes!"
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"Soooo, Daniel. The rumors were true. You and my pawn." Vlad Plasmius stated, his tone rich and amused. The only other ghost-human hybrid chuckled in a dark room. This one powerful and wealthy. The only source of light was from a giant screen bolted to the far wall. Its entire surface covered in streaming camera feeds of different areas of Amity Park. "Good on you son. For powerful men such as us, it is only natural we choose powerful women as our concubines."
"Oh dear beloved Master Vlad." A creepily cheery voice of a holographic woman appeared out of thin air. The hologram was in an outfit straight from the late 1980's. Her curves exaggerated. The AI generated woman looked no older than either of two teenagers reproducing like rabbits on the giant monitor. "I have stopped the silent alarm. As you have ordered me. Does this mean you will handle the interlopers yourself?"
"No, Maddie-program." Vlad shook his head. A smile on his face as he enlarged the feed marked 'cafeteria'. It was the one next to the one marked 'girl's bathroom'. "Let young love enjoy itself. For whatever time they have left. It has given me a wonderful Idea."
"Very ominous, beloved honey Master Vlad!" The Maddie program cheered- her outfit changing to a classic cheerleader's uniform. Making the woman in her legal 50's appear to be even younger than the couple of teenagers on the screen.
"Record their romp and have a cleanup crew take care of their mess by dawn." Vlad said, pointing at the hologram to come before him. "Excellent choice of outfit, Maddie-program. You can guess what I want now."
A holographic pole appeared in front of the AI generated woman. Music from decades ago started blaring in the background as the Maddie-program- cheerleader mode- started twirling itself around the holographic metal tube.