Clockwork viewed the screens showcasing the multiple futures of his young charge with a smile on his face. With the deadliest threat to young Danny’s future safely contained within the confines of the battered Fenton Thermos beside him, a greater majority of futures seemed to hold more promise of happiness and peace rather than destruction.
All of a sudden, Danny’s futures began disappearing one by one. Clockwork sat up in alarm. In all his time as Guardian of Time, he had never encountered such an anomaly. He checked his instruments, but nothing seemed out of order.
“If it continues this way, young Danny’s future will be set in stone. What is causing this?” He was interrupted from his musings by a sudden blast from a trumpet. A portal appeared from behind him, and a cloaked ghost stepped out. Dressed much like Clockwork himself, but this one carried a trumpet and had a dark red complexion. His yellow eyes met with Clockwork’s, and Clockwork saw worry reflected in them.
“Herald. What brings you to visit me, brother?”
“I have some news, Clockwork. And it concerns a certain Daniel Fenton. Do you know him in this dimension?”
“As a matter of fact, I do. He is a young Halfa in this dimension whom I have taken under my wing. What of him?”
“Do you know who he will be with in the future? Romantically speaking?”
“A majority of possible futures point towards him and his best friend, a certain Ms. Samantha Manson. Why?”
Herald gestured toward the screens. Only one future remained now. “Are you sure of that, Clockwork?”
Clockwork took one look at the remaining future, and fell over in shock.
“WHAT IN BLAZES? B-b-b-but how?”
Herald grinned. “In alternate dimensions, young Mr. Fenton falls in love with other girls aside from Ms. Manson. Some time ago, an event occurred in this dimension that was of such magnitude temporal-wise that it sent shockwaves rippling throughout the other dimensions as well. When this temporal situation was finally contained, the dimensional power backwash retained certain consciousnesses and brought them here, returning them to their rightful owners dimension-wise here.”
“When young Danny beat his evil self and sucked him into that Thermos, his evil self reached out to the other dimensions in a desperate attempt to avoid getting caught within. By doing so, he brought back the conscious emotions and feelings of five of his lovers, one of them being Ms. Manson in this dimension, from other dimensions to their respective owners here. That’s the reason why young Danny’s future became fixed.”
“So how can we fix this? What do we do?”
“Well, with luck, there should still be enough time to reverse the backwash before it becomes permanent and-” Herald was cut off as a violent shudder ran through both of them. They fell to their knees, gasping, the wind having been knocked out of the both of them.
“What… was… that?” Clockwork wheezed.
“That… was what I was hoping would not happen. That was a multidimensional aftershock, felt only by beings existing outside time and space, like us. I was too late. The backwash has become irreversible. Danny’s future is set in stone.” Clockwork grabbed his staff, but Herald quickly stopped him.
“Are you mad? That was a dimension quake, not a time quake. Should you try to reverse the sequence of events, you will rip apart reality itself!”
“So what can we do?”
“I shall return to the other dimensions and see if any negative effects have occurred. Meanwhile, you…” Herald grinned. “You get to sit back and watch your young charge become one of the luckiest men in existence.” Herald lifted the trumpet to his lips and blew out a long note. A portal appeared, and waving a last goodbye to Clockwork, he flew through it. Clockwork tsked in annoyance and then turned to the screen. Taking another look at Danny’s future, he started chuckling.
“Luckiest man in existence indeed…”
Elsewhere, in places both in and out of the Ghost Zone… Five girls started to dream. Should they perchance awaken afterwards and converse, they would all be shockingly disturbed to find their dreams having one common factor…
“Stupid guitar…” Ember MacLaine grumbled. She had been trying to tune the thing for the past half-hour, but she still couldn’t manage to get it to sound right. “Darn it! I’m a rock star; I’m supposed to know how to tune this stupid-“
Her sentence was finished abruptly as the string she was tuning suddenly snapped, flicking backwards and whipping her cheek. She nearly dropped the guitar as she shrieked, more in surprise than from pain.
“OWW! That does it! I’m gonna-“
“Hey, don’t get mad at the guitar! Although I must admit, you do look cute when you’re pissed.” A voice spoke up from behind her as two arms suddenly grabbed her into a huge hug.
“Shut it you. Would you rather I be pissed at you than at the guitar?” She tried to threaten him, but she could already feel the anger beginning to leave her.
“Not really.” He whispered into her ear, causing her to shiver in unexpected pleasure. He took notice of where the guitar string hit her face. “Maybe I should be mad at the guitar. Apparently it’s been trying to ruin something that I happen to find particularly beautiful.”
“Oh? And what would that be?” She said in a mock-angry tone, body already tingling in anticipation for what she hoped his answer would be.
“Your face…” He turned her head, gently kissing the spot where the string had hit her face first before kissing her fully on the lips. She hummed in pleasure before kissing him back. She opened her mouth and hmmm-ed again as she felt him deepen the kiss. After what seemed like hours, she felt him slowly pull away, making her involuntarily whimper for more. He chuckled and placed a kiss on her still slightly-stinging cheek.
“A bit. What about my guitar?”
He chuckled again. “Don’t worry,” he whispered in her ear again, this time in a huskier voice. “I’ll fix it later.”
“Damn you…” She whispered back in mock annoyance. “You know what you do to me when you whisper in MY ear using THAT tone…”
“Really? Why? What happens to you?” His tone was husky and teasing, and again he whispered it into her ear. “Don’t you like it?” He asked before nibbling on her earlobe. Ember felt her knees start to give way as another sensuous shudder ran through her body. He chuckled, and she growled. Turning around in his arms, she faced him.
“Damn you for making me fall in love with you, Danny Fenton.” She muttered before crushing her lips into his.
Ember woke up with a start. The details of the dream were still very much fresh in her head. She was breathing quickly and her pulse was racing. She raised a trembling hand to her lips. She started to smile. And then she remembered exactly WHO she had been kissing.
Her eyes widened.
“WHAT THE HELL KIND OF A DREAM WAS THAT?”
So You Wish It, So It Shall Be…
“This girl’s up next. The bidding starts at 200 rupees.” Desiree hung her head as the coarse man took bids for her. She didn’t even bother anymore with trying to look good or trying to impress the bidders. Such was the life of a harem girl. Dimly she realized that the bidding was finished, and that she had been sold already. Her shoulders drooped and she let out a tired sigh.
“Start moving girlie! Your new master’s waiting!” One of the slave traders roughly pushed her shoulders. All of a sudden, a whip cracked, and the slave trader yelled out in pain. She looked up. Her new master was beside the stand, riding a white horse and brandishing a whip. He was wearing a cloak, with the hood pulled up so she could not see his face.
“You will not touch her.” His voice was firm and commanding. He turned to the man who had been taking the bids earlier. “Remove her shackles.” The stout man hurried to do as he was told, and moments later Desiree was rubbing her wrists in surprise. The man now turned to her.
“Come.” The man hoisted her by the waist and seated her in front of him. He tugged on the reigns and they were off.
When they were at a distance from the town, the man slowed down his horse and turned to Desiree. She was sitting up straight and looking to the front. He chuckled.
“I know you must be burning with curiosity to find out what your new master looks like, so I will not prolong your suffering any longer.” He lowered his hood, and Desiree looked up into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. The man was a bit younger than her, with black hair and an aura of kindness and warmth radiating from his face. The man laughed again, and gently closed her open mouth.
“So. Now that you have seen what I look like, perhaps you can tell your new master who you are?”
Desiree snapped back to reality and bowed her head in embarrassment. “My apologies, my master. My name is Desiree.”
“Desiree… Such a lovely name. But I suppose it is only fitting. The name must match the owner, and you, my dear, are quite beautiful.” Desiree felt herself blush. She bowed her head again.
“I am not worthy of such compliments, my Master.”
“Nonsense. You are beautiful, and that is the truth of it.” He brought up a hand to stroke her cheek, before bringing her face closer to his. “Very beautiful…” He murmured, before capturing her lips in a soft and gentle kiss.
Desiree’s body stiffened and she let out a gasp. When the man drew back from the kiss, he found her eyes brimming with tears. He wiped them away with his thumb.
“Desiree? What’s wrong?” Desiree covered her face with her hands as she started to cry.
“I… I h-have n-never b-b-been kissed with such… gentleness before…” She sobbed. “I… Master, a harem girl does not deserve such tenderness.”
“Shush.” The man clasped her by the wrists and slowly pulled her hands away from her face. “You are a harem girl, yes. But above all things, you are a human. And all humans deserve to be treated with love…” A kiss on her forehead. “Tenderness…” Another kiss on the tip of her nose. “And compassion.” And lastly, a kiss on the lips that turned Desiree into putty. She moaned. The man pulled away slowly again and then drew her closely to his chest.
“Desiree? Why is it that you have yet to ask me my name?”
“It is not my place to ask, my master. If you wish me to know your name, you will tell me so in time, when I have fully gained your trust and confidence.”
“Very well then.” He brought up one hand and tilted her chin to look him in the eye. “My name is Daniel.” He whispered before kissing her again.
Desiree’s eyes shot open. She ran over the details of the dream in her head. Blue eyes. Black hair. And that voice… Desiree felt her body give an involuntary shiver at the memory of that voice whispering in her ear. Blue eyes. Black hair. She would have to really try hard and remember who she used to know who fit that description. A smile lingered on her face as she closed her eyes.
And that voice…
“BY THE GODS, NO!”
“Did you really think you could hide from me forever?” Vlad’s grip on Dani’s neck slowly tightened. “Foolish girl. You were one of my biggest mistakes, an annoying loose end that should have been tied up long ago. No matter, though. I intend to rectify that soon enough.” The charged ball of ectoplasma in his other hand grew bigger.
“Say goodbye to the world, daughter.”
“GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!” A high intensity ghost beam blasted Vlad from the side of the head and knocked him into the other room, causing him to let go of Dani’s neck. Instantly Danny had caught her and was giving her the once-over, his eyes filled with concern.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt? What did he do to you?”
She massaged her throat. “My neck’s a bit bruised, but I’ll be fine. Thanks for the save, Danny.”
“Anything for you, Dani.” She looked up and their eyes locked. Dani was a bit taken aback at the intensity she saw in his eyes. Slowly he raised a hand to cup her cheek and brought her face closer to his.
“Dani…” He whispered her name with such emotion that she felt herself shiver.
“Danny… I-” But Danny placed a finger to her lips, shushing her, before lifting his finger and replacing it with his lips.
Dani’s mind short-circuited as she melted into the kiss. In a haze, she barely realized that she had lifted her arms and was now running her hands through Danny’s snow-white hair. Dimly she heard a soft moaning sound and wondered where it was coming from. It took her a few seconds to realize she was the one making it. Danny slowly ran his tongue across her sealed lips, begging for access. She parted them, Danny’s tongue touched hers, and she forgot her name.
“What in the name of all that is ghostly is going on? ARE YOU FRENCH-KISSING YOUR CLONE?”
Danny broke away with an annoyed sigh and turned to Vlad. “She’s not a clone. She’s her own person. And yes, I was kissing her. Enjoying it, too. Now, please, you crazed-up fruit loop, leave me and my girl ALONE!” Danny’s last word turned into a full-blown Wail, so powerful it blasted Vlad straight out through the roof and to God-knows-where. He smirked, and then turned to Dani, who had her eyebrow raised.
He turned red and started stuttering. “Ah… Well… I meant… Err… That is…”
She started giggling and slapped him on the arm, before suddenly jumping on him, forcing him to bring up his arms and carry her bridal-style. She kissed him on the lips.
“Take me home.”
“Can’t we just fly together?”
“Punishment for the “my girl” thing. You haven’t even asked me out yet.”
“Ehehe… Right…” He kissed her back before flying out through the hole in the roof.
“Whoa… Weird dream…” Dani muttered, shaking her head. “I must be getting separation anxiety or something from being away from Danny for so long… I’m starting to dream about him in ways I shouldn’t… Geez… I’ve got to get back to Danny… Two years has been much too long a time.” Still shaking her head, the Halfa girl went ghost and started on her long trek back to Amity Park, trying to ignore the rising anticipation in her chest at the prospect of seeing Danny again.
All I Have To Do Is Dream…
“Danny! Where are you taking me?” Sam asked for the third time. And for the third time, Danny answered.
“It’s a surprise, Sam. Surprises are meant to be… surprising.”
“I know Danny, but being blindfolded and then carried off by my half-ghost best friend in the middle of the night is making me nervous! What are you planning on doing, kidnapping me and then ravishing me at some secluded spot?” Sam felt Danny shift a bit, and then when he spoke it was right next to her ear.
“Maybe.” He answered in a low and husky voice.
“Danny…” She was about to retort, but he cut her off.
“We’re here.” She felt him stop and then felt herself being laid down on something soft. The blindfold suddenly disappeared and Sam opened her eyes to stare into Danny’s blue orbs.
“So where’d you kidnap me to?”
“Look around.” She sat up, and immediately gaped at the sight that lay before her. She was sitting on top of a hill, with the entirety of Amity Park’s park in front of her. In the soft moonlight, the trees below took on an otherworldly tone.
“Like the view? I come up here sometimes to think…”
“I love it Danny. So surreal. But why bring me up here?” Danny’s arms came around her and wrapped her in a crushing embrace. He pulled her close to him, and murmured into her hair.
“Because of earlier.”
That was it. Sam thought. Earlier that day they had been fighting a giant millipede ghost, and Sam had gotten wrapped by it and nearly crushed before Danny saved her. He must be just glad I’m okay.
“Sam… I… I can’t stand this anymore… I can’t do it. I’m giving up.”
“WHAT? You can’t stop being Danny Phantom! People need you! Amity Park needs you!”
“I wasn’t referring to that, Sammy.”
“Then what? And don’t call me SammMMPH!” She was cut off by his lips suddenly crashing into hers, kissing her with such passion and emotion that she had never felt during one of their fake-out make-outs. This was no fake-out make-out. This was an honest-to-goodness, I’m-madly-in-love-with-you kiss. When that thought hit her, she started kissing him back for all she was worth. After what seemed like an eternity, they both drew apart from lack of air. Danny laid his forehead on hers, and looked into her eyes.
“That little incident earlier made me realize just how dangerous our little job is… And although I’ve already accepted my responsibility, as well as the fact that you’d beat me to Kingdom Come if I ever tried to forbid you from going with me… I just won’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t let you know just how much I care for you… How much you mean to me… Sam…”
He’s going to say it. After all this time, he’s finally gonna say those three words I’ve always wanted to hear…
“I love you, Samantha… I love you so much it hurts…”
Sam’s eyes slowly opened as a huge smile covered her face. Another Danny dream…
Disturbing Psychological Discoveries
She tip-toed silently into the room. He would be awake, she knew that, but it was better to be quiet. For the sake of others who might hear, who would not approve of what they were doing, regardless of the fact that they loved each other. She slowly opened the door and crept into the room, making her way over to the bed. Although the lights were out and she could barely make out the person lying on the bed, she could feel his eyes on her, watching her every movement.
She lay down on one side and let out a sigh of pleasure as an arm came up and wrapped around her, drawing her closer to him. A voice whispered into her ear, sending shudders down her spine and causing her to purr in contentment.
“I love you. You know that, don’t you?”
Hearing those words from him always melted her inside. He said it with such feeling, such passion, and every time he said it, she always got goosebumps. Each and every single time.
“I love you too.” She whispered back. “Even if society won’t allow us to be together.”
“Shh…” His hug tightened. “Let’s not think about that now…” He turned her around so she was facing him and captured her lips in a searing kiss. He broke away briefly and muttered “I need you… I want you…” before kissing her again with even more passion. She responded with as much fervor, grabbing the back of his head and deepening the kiss. Her tongue snaked out and dueled with his for dominance. She moaned into his mouth as her hands started roaming around his body. He chuckled.
“Eager, aren’t we?” She responded with a growl, causing him to chuckle further. He suddenly slipped his hand into her pajama bottoms. His chuckling increased. “No panties, princess?” She was about to retort when he suddenly slid a finger into her. She lost all vestiges of coherent thought as the waves of pleasure washed over her.
“D-Danny…” She moaned out as he started moving the finger in and out of her. “Oh God… Danny…”
“Shush, princess. Let me take care of you tonight.” He added another finger in her, as his other hand and mouth latched onto her breasts. She writhed in pleasure as her hips started thrusting upwards to drive his fingers deeper into her.
“OH GOD! DANNY!”
Jazz’s eyes snapped awake. She looked down. One of her hands had already made its way inside her pants while she was asleep, and she could feel exactly how wet that dream had made her. Her nipples were stiff, and she could feel her entire body temperature was up by a few degrees. She quickly drew her hand out of her pants. Her first fully-erotic dream, and she was dreaming of her brother! Her younger brother! God, how sick and wrong was THAT!
“I need more sleep. All this late-night studying is driving my mind to think distracting and disturbing things.” She glanced at the psychology book on the desk near her bed. Not Child’s Play: An Anthology on Brother-Sister Incest by Risa Shaw. “And my assignment topic is not helping matters.” That was it. She was getting too much into her studies, and they were leaking out into the part of her brain responsible for dreaming. She looked back at the desk. The Interpretation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud.
Or maybe my dreams are expressions of my unconscious incestuous desires for my brother. After all, when he goes ghost, that spandex suit doesn’t really hide anything, and his body’s becoming more and more defined from all that ghost fighting he’s been doing… WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING? Jazz snapped out of her thoughts. She noticed that her hand had been inching back into her panties while she had been thinking about her brother in that tight black jumpsuit. She shook her head.
Yep. Definitely not enough sleep.
Damn you for making me fall in love with you, Danny Fenton…
My apologies, my Master. My name is Desiree…
Danny! Where are you taking me?
OH GOD! DANNY!
“HOLY SHIT!” Danny sat up straight in bed, sweat pouring off his body as he woke up from one of the weirdest dreams he had ever had. The entire dream was a bunch of scenes, moments, and in each one he had been kissing or professing his love for a girl. That would have been normal, as Danny was sixteen and could pass it off as raging hormones. But five different scenes with five different girls? What the hell? And that last one… Danny wasn’t sure, as the memory of the dream was getting fuzzier, but he thought he had been hearing Jazz’s voice scream out his name… in pleasure. He shook his head.
“This half-ghost thing is starting to get to me.” He muttered before falling back onto his pillow.