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In the short amount of time since Danny had become a superhero, he had accumulated a rather large amount of enemies. He had only been doing this for about 6 months now, and he wasn’t even sure if he could remember the names of every ghost that had tried to kill him. Danny Phantom had a lot of enemies, yet Danny Fenton would rather fight all of them than deal with Dash Baxter even one more time.

The blond meathead wasn’t exactly scarier than the ghost that the halfa regularly fought, nor was he anywhere as tough, but he had one thing over them: since he was Fentons enemy and not Phantoms, he was essentially untouchable. Sure, Danny had used his powers for a little prank here and there, or to escape from a tight situation, but he still couldn’t directly fight back against the jock. Normally this made dealing with Dash annoying, but lately Dash had been even more unbearable. His bullying had been even worse than usual, and Danny was getting tired of it.

“I swear if he stuffs me into one more locker, I’m going to lose it.” Danny said to his two best friends, Tucker and Sam, as he phased out of the locker that Dash had stuffed him into “I just can’t stand it anymore! That’s the third time he’s stuffed me in a locker today.” Danny complained “It is insane how aggressive he’s been lately. Usually he only stuffs you in a locker twice a week.” Tucker said as he patted Danny on the back. Sam glared at Dash, who was talking with the other A listers across the hall “I know he hates you but I don’t get why he’s gotten so much worse all of a sudden. Though I guess he always does around this time of year .” Sam said. Danny groaned, not meeting her eyes “I don’t get it either…” he said, lying through his teeth. Danny knew exactly why Dash was worse this time of year. Why Dash was always worse this time of the year. It was because it was approaching the anniversary of when they became friends.

Sam didn’t know a thing about it, since she had only become friends with Danny and Tucker in 2nd grade, but Danny and Dash had actually been friends until the 1st grade. They had met in Pre-K and had been good friends, best friends, until they hit 1st grade and Dash’s growth spurt caused him to become suddenly popular. Danny had gotten mad at Dash for ditching him, Dash called Danny a geek, the two fought, and ever since then Dash had used his free time beating Danny up. He would always get especially nasty around the time of year they stopped being friends, mainly because Dash hated to remember he had even been friends with ‘that loser Fenturd.’

Danny took a moment to brush himself off as Tucker and Sam headed ahead to class. As he fixed himself up, he allowed himself a glance at Dash and the jocks he was constantly surrounded by. Danny hated to admit it, but there were times where he missed Dash. He was an absolute dick and an obnoxious meathead, but… when they were kids, Dash was different. He was nice, energetic, and adventurous. He and Danny had even wanted to start a future astronauts club when they were kids. As much as he hated Dash, he also missed him. And with how much the meathead had been bullying him lately, he couldn’t help but wonder what could have been. A part of him couldn’t help but think…

“… I wish Dash and I had stayed friends.” Danny muttered, not even realizing he had been speaking out loud. He barely had time to register his mistake before he felt a puff of cold air escape his lip and a familiar ghostly voice cut through the room

“So you have wished it, so it will be!”

Danny groaned. This was going to suck.

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Danny groaned as he felt himself regain consciousness, his head pounding and his entire body feeling strangely heavy. He raised his hand to his head, rubbing his temple as he stumbled out of bed. What the hell had happened? Hadn’t he just been at school. How was he back in his bedroom, and why did he feel like such crap? He tried to recall what had led to him being here, his memories fuzzy. He picked up his phone, deciding it might be best to text Sam and Tucker, and see if anything had happened, only to pause as he saw the reflection of his bedroom flash in his dark phone screen. He turned his head slowly, only to be so shocked by what he saw he nearly fell out of the bed. This was definitely not his bedroom, at least not how he remembered it. It had the same color walls, the same floor, the same placement of the door and the same dimensions as his room, but it looked like it belonged to an entirely different person. He took in the room in a panic, eyes darting around the room as he took in all the differences. A well used set of weights sat in the far left of the room, where a beanbag and the old TV he and Tucker played video games on once did. Closer to the right sat a different gaming setup, a flat screen and brand new console sitting in front of a couch, right where Danny used to keep his crummy computer. Past that was a strong looking trophy case, filled with impressive looking sports trophies and medals. The posters on the walls of spaceships and NASA had been joined by inspirational sports posters, and even a few models in risque positions. Even the bed was different, a comfortable king size bed sitting where Danny's well used twin once did. Danny scrambled out of bed, completely confused. Had he been so exhausted after fighting some ghost he slept in the wrong house? But then why did this place look so much like his own bedroom? He grasped his chest, trying to calm down the intense beating of his heart, when he realized his chest felt… strange.

Danny looked down at his chest, and gasped. His chest, once flat and scrawny, had transformed into huge pecs, slabs of muscles that could only be described as meaty. He lifted his hand and experimentally poked the hard muscles which protruded from his chest so far he could barely see over them. As he prodded his muscular chest, he felt his arm flex, and looked down to see his chest wasn't the only part of him that had grown. His eyes traveled past his hand, which he swore was bigger, down his muscular forearm, and to his left bicep. He lifted his arm up and flexed it, shocked to see his bicep was the size of a baseball. He checked his other arm, his jaw dropping as he saw his right arm had gotten the same treatment. He was… he was buff! This couldn’t be happening. It just couldn't be possible. He must have wandered into a jock's house and accidentally overshadowed them when he was exhausted or something. He ran out of his room, running into the nearest bathroom (Which was in the same place as the bathroom in his house, but he was too panicked to question it.) He frantically looked into the mirror… and froze.

Danny hadn’t been imagining the similarities between his house and wherever this was. This was his house, or at least a version of it. And this wasn’t some random jock's body, this was his body… or at least a version of it. The muscular arms and beefy pecs he had seen earlier were connected by broad shoulders, and all led to a shredded six pack that Danny could swear he could grate cheese on. Danny looked further down, past his muscular shirtless body and down to the sweat pants he was wearing. An almost obscene bulge was positioned between two beefy thighs, held up by muscular calves and large, shapely feet. Even his face was different. Where baby fat and a weak chin used to be there was now an angular, manly jawline with a handsome cleft chin and strong cheekbones. His smile was perfect, slightly plush lips that seemed to naturally land into a cocky smirk, not a tooth out of place. Even his nose was different, thicker, stronger, and ever so slightly crooked, like it had been broken and healed just a little unevenly. If it wasn't for his usual black hair and the blue eyes he wouldn't have even recognized himself, and even those looked more striking and handsome, his hair raven and dark and his eyes a piercing sapphire. A hand wandered up to his face, rubbing his jawline and feeling a manly stubble “... Fuck me…” Danny said, his voice deeper, gravely and manly.

Danny couldn’t believe this. It felt weird to say it, but he looked like he just walked out of a wet dream. He felt good too, like really good. He had more energy than he had had for years, and he felt weirdly confident. He would have enjoyed the feeling if he wasn’t so confused. How the hell had this happened? Why was he suddenly so… jockish? He almost looked like… like…

Dash! Danny remembered now! He had just phased out of a locker Dash had shoved him in, and had been dusting himself off when he had…

“Oh fuuuuck me…” Danny said, his deep, manly voice exasperated. He had made a wish. That meant there was only one person who could be behind this. He heard a familiar haughty laugh come from behind him, and turned to face his enemy. Desiree, the wish granting ghost.

“Well…” Desiree said with an amused smirk as she floated there, her eyes raking over Danny's new and improved musculature “I have to say, this might be some of my best work yet.”

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Danny glared, a snarl on his chiseled face as he eyed the smirking ghost who floated in front of him. “Desiree. I should have known you’d be the one behind all of this.” He said, still getting used to his deeper, almost gravelly voice. The emerald skinned spector laughed haughtily, an amused look in her eyes as she did “Why of course I am darling? Who else would it be? You made a wish, and we both know those are my specialty.” She said with a wide, slightly vicious grin. She floated closer to Danny as she spoke, resting a hand on his meaty chest as she brought her face up to his. Danny couldn’t help but shudder slightly as he felt her sharp nails trail down his left pec. “Let's not talk about little old me right now though. Let’s talk about you. Do you like the upgrade I gave to you Danny? It’s a far cry from the scrawny halfa you were when we met.” She said, one hand continuing to circle around Danny's left pec as the other reached down, unnoticed by Danny, and groped his bulge. Danny let out a soft gasp as he felt Desiree palm his cock, too shocked and overwhelmed by pleasure to say anything. For a moment he had to wonder how big he really was down there now, though if the bulge he had seen only a glimpse of in the mirror was anything to go by, he had to have at least 10 inches down there. After a moment he snapped out of his shock, and pushed the genie ghost away from him “Get off of me! What the hell did you do to me? How is this granting my wish?” Danny asked, glaring and flustered. Desiree just laughed, finding the flustered look on his face amusing “Isn’t it obvious? You wished that You and that bully of yours, Dash, had remained friends, so I changed things so that you did. This was only one of the possible alternate worlds where you did remain friends, but I found this one to be the most… intriguing.” She said mischievously. Danny glared at the ghost, feeling a rush of rage at her amusement. “Turn me back. Now.” he demanded, his voice deep and commanding. Desiree pretended to think about it, but simply smirked at him “You know that's not how this works. I hope you have fun. Believe me, if you think this is something.” She said, gesturing to his muscular body “You haven’t seen anything yet…” She said, before turning invisible and flying off.

Danny groaned “Dammit! I should have said a fucking wish! I could have made her reverse this whole thing!” Danny said, scowling. He had been so shocked by his transformation, and by Desiree cornering him in his own bathroom, it had completely slipped his mind to try and change things back. Although if he was being entirely honest, he wasn’t sure how much he wanted to go back. He knew whatever Desiree had up her sleeve was most likely very dangerous, but… he couldn’t lie, he loved his new body. He couldn’t help but take another glance in the mirror and watch as he subtly flexed his new muscles. He watched his biceps rise and fall, almost hypnotized by the muscle. He had to admit, his body looked fucking great. He kept staring at himself in the mirror, smirking slightly as he experimentally flexed his biceps, his pecs, his abs… fuck he just looked so… so fucking good…

“Danny! Hurry up, you’re going to be late!”

Danny jumped slightly as he heard his older sister's voice calling for him from downstairs. Fuck! How long had he been staring at himself in the mirror? He looked at his phone and gasped. Had it really been a half an hour? When had he become such a narcissist? He had to get some clothing on and get going, all while coming up with a half decent excuse for why he was now the size of a teenage bodybuilder. As Danny rushed to his bedroom and flung open his closet, he couldn’t help but wonder if he even needed an excuse, since according to Desiree she had created an alternate world, like the time she had made it so he and Sam had never met. As far as everyone else was concerned he could have been this size for a while, which meant Danny had no idea what his life was like in this new reality. Danny decided to stop thinking about that for now, knowing that panicking wouldn’t help, and just put on some clothing. With no time to be picky, he grabbed an outfit, threw it on without thinking, and headed downstairs. It was only halfway downstairs that he realized exactly what he was wearing. Red athletic shoes, skinny jeans that clung to his muscular legs and did very little to hide his large cock, a plain white tee that was just tight enough to show off his pecs and arms, and a lettermans jacket. He paused for a moment as he realized just how much he resembled Dash… and kept going. He could freak out in the car.

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Danny sat in the passenger seat of his family car, shifting awkwardly as he tried to get comfortable, not being used to how much space his now broad shoulders took up. Danny wasn’t sure what bothered him more in the moment, how cramped he felt in the car, how little he knew about what he was walking into, or how weird Jazz was acting. Usually Jazz would spend the car ride to school asking Danny about things, bugging him about his poor grades or trying to encourage him to join a club, or more recently making sure he was able to juggle both his work and his ghost fighting, but today she was just… quiet. She seemed less worried than she usually did, just humming along to the music on the radio. It was a little weird, but maybe it was better that way. Danny was worried enough about how his school life had changed post-wish without bringing his family into the strange new reality Desiree had created. Danny took a deep breath as Jazz parked the car, wanting to be prepared for anything. Without a word they both got out of the car, and Danny headed in.

Despite his nerves, Danny felt himself stand up straight, push back his shoulders and puff up his meaty chest, his gate falling into a sort of cocky strut he had seen jocks like Dash do before. His new body’s muscle memory took over in the midst of his internal panic. As he swaggered down the hall, he realized that the entire school seemed to be staring at him. The girls, particularly the more attractive and popular ones, stared at him with undisguised lust, batting their eyelashes and giggling as Danny looked their way, while boys looked at him with a mix of admiration, envy, and, alarmingly enough, even some fear. Danny felt overwhelmed by the new attention, as though he had been the focus of the school before, it was rarely for a good reason. He loved how the girl's eyes traveled over his muscles, and as much as he hated how the nerds cowered as he walked by, he had to admit it made him feel… Powerful. Before Danny could unpack all of this, he heard a familiar voice call out from behind him. “Yo, Fenton!”

Danny turned around to see Dash quickly walking towards him, a smirk on his face as he did. It would have been a familiar sight, Dash strutting through the halls like a king, heading over to pick on his favorite nerd, a nasty sneer on his face as he prepared to make Danny’s life worse. But this time, all the details were different. Dash’s smirk wasn’t menacing, but charming, almost friendly, and the fond look in his eyes made it clear he had no intention of bullying the fellow jock. As Dash closed in, Danny felt a blast of cold air escape his lips and heard a familiar ghost whisper in his ear “Allow me to give you a little taste of what the new you is like…” She said, Before Danny could react, he felt something change inside of him, like a switch being flipped. Suddenly Danny wasn’t in control anymore, wasn’t himself anymore. He felt a cocky smirk cross his face as he strut over to Dash, meeting him halfway, and took him into a manly bro hug. While a small voice in Danny’s head asked what the hell was happening, another voice, louder and brasher, told him everything was all right. Danny grinned arrogantly as he greeted Dash like an old friend, and spoke without thinking, his voice both deeper and duller “Wassup Baxter! How was your weekend bro? I couldn’t find you at Dale’s party.” Danny said confidently. While Danny himself was unsure to what he was referring to, Dash seemed to know exactly what he meant “Oh yeah, sorry dude. I disappeared with Paulina for most of the night. She was all over me.” Dash bragged. Instead of feeling jealous, Danny playfully punched Dash on the arm, “Course she was bro, girls love jocks like us. Just do me a favor and share her next time.” Danny said crudely, he and Dash chuckling together at his joke “So, see you in gym class man?” Danny asked. Dash nodded as the warning bell went off, singling they had to get to class “Course! See you there Fenstud!” Dash said, first bumping Danny before they both strut off in opposite directions.

As Danny rounded a corner, he felt himself come back to his senses. “... what the hell was that?” Danny asked, shocked at his own behavior. Suddenly he heard Desiree’s voice whisper in his mind once more “Just a little sneak peek. You didn’t think that this masculine, muscular version of yourself would have the same personality as your usual scrawny little self, did you?” She said with a chuckle. Danny looked around, confused. Where was her voice coming from? Desiree laughed again, a haughty arrogant laugh “Don’t bother looking, I’m not there. I just set up a little ghostly relay so I can keep an eye on you. This way I get to see all the fun, without having to grant any desperate wishes you make. I’m very glad I did too, watching you ‘bro out’ was quite fun~” She said, clearly amused. Danny scowled, enraged there was nothing he could do to stop the wish granting ghost “What the hell did you just do to me?” He asked, feeling strangely aggressive. He could practically hear Desiree’s smirk as she spoke “I just altered your personality slightly for a moment to allow you a sneak peek into how this version of you usually acts. I have to say, I like the sexy meathead far more than the scrawny self righteous hero.” she said, making Danny even angrier “Shut up!” he yelled, before realizing he said that outloud, drawing some confused looks from some nearby students. Caught up in the moment, he glared at them with a snarl on his handsome face “What are you looking at!” he said, scaring them into minding their own business. Danny’s eyes widened as he realized what he just did, Desiree’s laugh echoing in his mind “Maybe there's not much of a difference between you two after all. I’ll be very interested to see how things play out as your new memories come into play~” She said. Danny paled slightly “New memories?” he muttered. It took him a second to realize that Desiree, or whatever relay she had set up, had gone quiet. He sighed, annoyed with the ghost genie, and began to brainstorm about what to do next as he walked to his homeroom. It took him a moment to realize he had a different homeroom class than he used to, which was… very confusing. How… Did he know this was his homeroom? Danny sighed once more. This was getting really complicated. He headed into his classroom just as the final bell rang, and made his way to the back of the class, struggling to deal with his new size as he squeezed himself down the small isles and into a desk. “Hey Danny.” A flirtatious voice said next to him. He looked over and blushed slightly as he realized he was sitting right next to Paulina Sanchez, the most popular, sought after girl in school and Danny’s long time crush. She quickly moved closer to him, lust evident in her eyes as her manicured hands gently squeezed his huge bicep. “You’re quite the man, you know that?” Paulina said, shamelessly flirting with him. Danny smiled dopily as the girl he had been crushing on for ages felt up his muscles, unable to help himself. “Really?” he asked in shock, not used to having a girl like paulina flirt with him, “I mean, really?” he said, deepening his voice and trying to come across as more confident and suave. Paulina batted her eyelashes at him, giggling slightly at how flustered he was. “Really. I was thinking, we should meet up later. Spend a little time together…” She said, the clear lust in her voice was enough for Danny’s huge cock to start straining against his jeans, creating a noticeable bulge. Paulina looked down, a seductive smirk on her face as she giggled playfully. Dany grinned back, pulling Paulina closer to him. Maybe this whole wish thing wasn’t so bad after all…

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Danny couldn’t believe he was actually having sex with Paulina Sanchez. It was like one of his late night fantasies had come to life. Granted his fantasies usually didn’t take place in a high school bathroom stall, or involve the two of them having to choke down their moans so that a teacher or hall monitor wouldn’t come in and find them ‘skipping class’ together, but it was still the hottest thing that had ever happened to Danny. He wasn’t even entirely sure how it had happened. One moment Paulina was feeling up his muscles, batting her eyes at him seductively and giggling at everything he said, and the next the two of them were discreetly getting bathroom passes and heading towards the 2nd floor girls bathroom, a place Danny somehow new was the easiest room in the school to hook up in without getting caught. Danny knew that he wasn’t acting like himself, he knew this was all because of the wish, but he was so caught up in his lust that he couldn’t bring it in himself to care. Going off lust and pure instinct, Danny soon had Paulina pinned to the back wall of the bathroom, her legs wrapped around his manly waist as the beefy jock lifted her up and down on his huge cock.

Danny’s mind went at a million miles per minute, unsure what to focus on first. A part of him wanted to focus solely on Paulina, the latina sex goddess he had been fantasizing about forever, the one who was currently bouncing on his cock, and another part of him wanted to focus on himself, on how fucking powerful he felt in that moment. He just couldn’t decide. One second he was staring at Paulina, watching her bite down on her luscious bottom lip to repress her shaky moans, the next he was looking down at his own meaty pecs, still having a hard time believing they were his. Another moment he was staring at Paulina’s juicy tits as they bounced in time with his thrust, and the next he was watching his own, thick, 13 inch cock – Somehow he knew it was 13 inches – as it rocked in and out of Paulinas soaking wet, seductive pussy. Eventually his mind landed on one thing, his own surprise at how good he was at this. His original self had, embarrassingly enough, been a virgin, but his new body was definitely not. It couldn’t have been his first time, or even his first time with Paulina, because if it was then how did he know exactly what to do to make her squeal, exactly how to angle his cock in order to hit her sweet spot every single time?

Danny smirked slightly, chuckling ever so slightly under his breath as he thrust into Paulina again, making her lose her composure and let loose a porn star worthy moan. Danny took her into a deep, dominant kiss, before pulling out and whispering in her ear “Be a good girl and stay quiet for me. I don’t want to get caught again.” He said with a cocky chuckle. Paulina moaned once more as Danny thrust into her, even harder, amused by how little control she had. It wasn’t long before Danny felt her cum on his cock, making Danny’s ego grow even bigger as he remembered that he was the one making her feel this pleasure, he was the stud who got to fuck the hottest girl in school whenever he wanted. He had been so worried about what the wish had done to him less than an hour ago, but in this moment he couldn’t care less about what Desiree’s plan was. Knowing they had already been gone for far too long, Danny went faster, harder, letting the pressure build in his cock before he came, painting Paulina’s pussy with his seed, which leaked out of him. Danny grinned happily, as he slowly came down from the high, smirking as he pulled out of Paulina. “That was… so fucking hot.” he said confidently as he began to clean himself up, stuffing his cock back into his boxers and pants. Paulina laughed slightly as she fixed herself up as well, still breathing “Next time, how about we wait till after school?” Paulina said with a teasing lilt in her voice as she straightened herself out. Danny smirked “Think you can wait that long?” he asked, half joking. Paulina giggled happily, before giving Danny a peck on the cheek and sauntering out of the bathroom. Danny took a moment to himself before leaving, looking himself over in the mirror. It hadn’t really hit him until now but… He was a jock! His wish had turned him into a jock, one who was as popular and cool as he had always wanted to be. Sure he was acting a little different than he usually did, and he knew this couldn’t last due to it being the result of an evil ghost's abilities… but he couldn’t deny how good this all felt. A part of Danny was scared by how right this all felt. Desiree had changed him in this specific way, for a specific reason, and he had to figure out what it was and stop her. As much as he was enjoying this new life, he couldn’t just let the wish granting ghost run wild, hurting innocent people to give herself more power. Still, Danny thought with a smirk as he adjusted his cock in his jeans, he could enjoy it for just a little while, right?

Danny swaggered out of the bathroom and back to his homeroom class, happy to see his teacher had barely noticed he had left. Before he could sit next to Paulina and start flirting again, the bell rang and homeroom ended. Time for his first real class. He winked at Paulina with a cocky smirk as he walked back out, heading to his next class. It took Danny a moment to realize he actually knew exactly where his next class was. It wasn’t like with homeroom, where his body just carried him to the classroom, he could... remember that English class was next. Danny almost tripped over his own feet as the realization hit him, his cocky sturt interrupted for just a moment by pure shock. He could remember it. He was starting to remember things from this life. The memories were hazy, but they were there, and seemed to be getting clearer. He could remember his position on the football team, varsity running back, and the number of his uniform, 23. He could remember that he, Dash, Kwan, and some of the other guys usually hang out at Dash’s place after football practice, usually chatting about the chicks they had been hooking up with or playing some COD. He could even vaguely remember the party that Dale, one of his teammates, had thrown over the weekend, the one he had asked Dash about earlier, though those memories were a little harder to decipher, lost in a haze of alcohol, Dale’s hot tub and a steamy night with a cheerleader whose name he still couldn’t quite remember. Danny blushed slightly at that memory, realizing the new him was kind of a player.

Danny relaxed into his seat, beginning to sort through his new memories as his English teacher, Mr. Lancer, started droning on about their latest reading assignment. With everything that had happened in the last few hours alone, he needed a moment to figure things out. He closed his eyes, and searched as far back in his memories as he could. It was time for Danny Fenton to get to know Danny Fenton.

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Danny felt the classroom around him fade into the background, Mr. Lancers' lecture becoming a dull buzz in the background as he began to explore his new memories. Danny reached as far back in his new memories as he could, and was surprised to find that, at the beginning, both versions of him had basically had the same life. The new Danny, the jock Danny, had the same childhood memories as he had. He had the same memory of being dropped off for his first day of Pre-K, filled with so many emotions his little toddler brain almost couldn’t handle it. The same memory of waving goodbye to his parents and to Jazz, who had insisted on making sure Danny would be ok during this ‘important developmental milestone.’ He even had the same memory of his first meeting with Dash.

Danny had been uncharacteristically shy during his first day at Pre-K. He hadn’t actually had a lot of interactions with other kids his age, as his parents reputation as the town weirdos had basically gotten his family blacklisted from playdates. This was his first time really meeting other kids his age, and he couldn’t help but feel nervous, so he spent the first half of the day playing with a toy rocket ship in the corner. As he flew the rocketship through the air with his little hands, making his best engine sounds as he did, he didn’t notice the other boy coming up to him until he was already standing above Danny. Danny, noticing the shadow, looked up in surprise to see another young boy, one with short blond hair, blue eyes, and an excited, friendly grin on his face. “Hi!” The young boy said happily as he sat down next to Danny “I’m Dash!” He said. Danny scooted over slightly, half embarrassed and half shocked at how extroverted and confident the other boy was “Hi. I’m Danny.” Danny said, his voice much quieter and shyer than Dash’s. “Hi Danny!” Dash said innocently, giving Danny a kind smile “Do you like space?” He asked, pointing at the rocketship Danny was holding. Danny nodded excitedly, his nerves forgotten the second space was mentioned “Yeah! I love space! I wanna be an astronaut someday! I’m gonna be the first person on Mars!” Danny said excitedly. Dash grinned wide, “I want to be an astronaut too!” he shared, beaming at Danny as he did. Danny beamed back, and the two spent the next hour talking about space, pretending to be astronauts together, and talking about what they would do once they got to Mars. By the end of the day, the two had declared themselves best friends, and within a week they had decided they would be going into space together. Danny couldn’t help but smile looking back on all of it. They had both been so cute, so… innocent. Danny continued going through his old memories, remembering all the times they’d played together at recess, all the playdates they’d have at Dash’s house – never at Danny’s House, since the Baxters still didn’t trust Danny's Parents – all the times they hung out on weekends, and more. He remembered when they decided that Dash’s tree house was the new base to their ‘Future Astronauts Club’, how they had spent all day planning it out and had even made a poorly spelled banner for their new clubhouse. He remembered the first halloween after kindergarten, when they had decided to both go as astronauts and spent the night running from house to house, collecting candy and pretending they were on an alien planet as a frantic Jazz tried to reel them both in. He remembered how he used to look at Dash and see his best friend, not the meathead who shoved him into lockers. Looking back at these memories, remembering how things used to be, was somewhat bittersweet for Danny. He rarely allowed himself to reminisce about his old friendship with Dash, because whenever he did he’d think about how different things were now and get upset. As much as Danny hated to admit it, he missed Dash, even after all the bullying and bullshit he had put him through.

Danny felt things shift as he got further into his memories, and realized he was finally at the point they would really start to diverge, the start of first grade. In the original Danny’s memories, this had been the point where Dash, after going through an impressive growth spurt and joining some youth sports teams, distanced himself from Danny and started to pick on smaller kids. They hadn’t gone from best friends to mortal enemies overnight, but slowly Dash had fallen in with the popular crowd and Danny had been left alone. It all came to a head when Danny had seen Dash picking on a new transfer student, and stepped in. The resulting fight had been vicious, at least by first grade standards, and had ended with Dash calling Danny ‘Fenturd’ for the first time and storming off. Danny had been fairly depressed about losing his best friend at first, but the boy he had defended, Tucker, made it his mission to cheer Danny up after he protected him. Soon they were friends, and Dash was just the popular boy who made their lives hell. But that wasn’t how it went in for the new Danny, not in the slightest. It had started out the same, with Dash going through an early growth spurt and becoming popular, but one difference soon became clear: the new Dash wasn’t letting Danny go so easily. When Dash became popular, he did his best to take Danny with him, and he didn’t take no for an answer. Dash knew his growth spurt had gotten him in with cool kids, so he convinced Danny to start exercising with him, in the hopes it would jump start a growth spurt. Dash’s new popular friends wanted him to try out for some kids sport leagues, so he convinced Danny to join up too. Every step Dash made towards becoming one of the popular kids, Danny made right with him, and surprisingly enough Danny found that he loved it. He liked climbing up the ranks of the school with Dash, he liked training, he even found he liked the sports, something that the original Danny could never get into. Becoming popular wasn’t just a vague goal to the new Danny, it was something he wanted to do, needed to do to keep his best friend. By the time Tucker had moved to the school and the older kids dared Danny and Dash to beat him up, Danny was the first one to agree, eager to prove he could be just as cool as Dash.

Danny was horrified to remember that, in this timeline, Tucker and him weren’t even friends. Not only that, but Danny apparently bullied Tucker even worse than Dash had bullied the old him. A part of Danny was horrified that the jock version of him had harassed his best friend, but another part of him, the new jock side of him, was amused by the old memories. A part of Danny couldn’t help but chuckle slightly under his breath as he remembered how pathetic that techno-geek had looked the first time Danny had beat his ass. Conflicted, Danny decided to look past those memories for now. After all, he had only just started to see where the old him ended and the new him began. He had to look further. Danny remembered that as time went on, as first grade turned to second grade, and eventually third, he and Dash grew even closer, with the things that had originally torn their friendship apart, Dash’s new popularity and obsession with keeping it, ended up bringing them even closer in this timeline. By the time they reached high school, things had changed drastically.

Dash’s early growth spurt, the one that had rocketed him into popularity in the first place, no longer mattered, or at least it made no difference between the two young men. A mix of Danny and Dash’s intense workout routine, their shared passion for sports, and the way they continued to push each other to even greater heights had caused puberty to hit them both like a truck. For Danny a puberty filled with acne, awkward voice cracks, and uncomfortable feelings was switched out with one filled with growing muscles, a deep, manly timbre, and a newfound interest in chicks. He and Dash had each grown bigger and beefier than any highschool freshman had any right to be, and it was less than a month before they were the undisputed kings of the school. They had been popular all throughout elementary and middle school, but they both knew highschool was where their lives would really begin, and the two jocks were determined to enjoy every minute of it.

As Danny sorted through his new memories, he noticed that while he had changed a lot through his continued friendship with Dash, Dash had changed quite a bit too. He was bigger than he had ever been in the original timeline, he and Danny having pushed each other to go farther and get bigger than they would have been able to alone. Dash was also more confident than he had been, many of the hidden insecurities Danny had seen in Dash having disappeared. Unlike the original timeline, Dash hadn’t given up on his dream of being an astronaut, and if anything he and Danny’s dream of going to space together had only grown stronger. Because of this, Dash had a lot more hope in his future, no longer convinced he was going to peak in high school, and had put more effort into his school work. Neither he or Danny were geniuses, or geeks who made school their entire lives, but they actually got fairly good grades. Without his insecurities, Dash’s shallow cockiness was now backed up by a cool confidence that he and Danny shared.

Danny took a deep breath and tried to focus on a few specific memories, but found he was getting overwhelmed, both by how different everything was and how strangely right it all felt. Danny couldn’t help but relish in each of his old memories as they flashed rapidly through his head. He remembered how he and Dash met Kwan the summer before their freshman year, how the three of them immediately bonded over a shared love of sports and a desire to get even bigger. He remembered their duo growing to a trio, Kwan earning his own space by Danny’s side with his friendliness and his effortlessly chill attitude. He remembered the first day of highschool, how the three of them swaggered through the halls together, basking in the admiration and shock of the other students, subtly flexing, each wearing identical cocky smirks. He remembered how he and Dash had blown everyone out of the water at football tryouts, their natural athleticism matched only by their ability to read each other, making them a perfect sports trio; Quarterback, Lineback, and Running Back.. He remembered all three of them making varsity as freshmen, shocking and impressing the entire school and causing their popularity to rocket up to A lister status. He remembered every football game, every victory where they dominated the field together, every after party, every night of debauchery and celebration and just basking in their own awesomeness, and every flirty cheerleader, every girl who stared at him with undisguised lust and every girl who did much, much more. Danny remembered so much that, for a moment, he couldn’t find where his old life ended and his new life began. This both frightened Danny… and excited him. He hadn’t remembered everything, some memories still being missing or fuzzy, but Danny felt he was finally starting to understand his new self.

Danny was shocked out of his long reminiscence by the ringing of a bell. Was English class over already? Danny knew Mr. Lancer could be pretty boring, but did he really drone on the entire class and not notice Danny was practically asleep in the back? He chuckled slightly, a bit of his new self’s confidence seeping in. He got up and strutted out, finding it harder to find the line between himself and the Danny created by the wish. His smirk grew as he remembered what was next. It was time for gym class.

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As Danny entered the locker room to prepare for gym class, he couldn’t help but notice how it was an almost completely different experience for post-wish Danny than it had been for pre-wish Danny. The first thing that stood out to Danny was how confident he felt. As he strutted into the locker room, which was already filled with other guys getting changed, he couldn’t help but smirk slightly as he felt the other students admiring looks go up and down his impressive muscles. Unlike his old self, Danny didn’t feel even a little bit awkward when it came to the others also changing in the room, already stripping off his letterman jacket and tight white tee before he reached his locker. He didn’t bother entering one of the changing booths, because why would he want to hide a body like his? He glanced at himself in a nearby mirror as he opened his locker, and smirked. He looked pretty impressive without a shirt on, and he couldn’t help but stare at how his biceps flexed as he fiddled with his combination lock. He smirked, taking a moment to look at himself in the mirror. God he looked good!

“Oh yeah,” Danny whispered to himself as he subtly flexed his biceps, “Danny Fenton, Alpha Muscle.” He said playfully, before experimentally bouncing his pecs for good measure. It felt good to flex and admire his muscles, natural even. Danny had never been particularly egotistical before but with his new impressive body and new memories, he just couldn’t help himself! He was so absorbed in his own reflection he almost didn’t see Dash walk up to him. The other jock chuckled fondly as he saw Danny flexing, patting him roughly on the shoulder as he walked by to get to his locker, about 2 lockers down from Danny’s. “Don’t get lost in that mirror bro, you know Coach hates it when we’re late.” Dash said as he opened his locker. Danny smirked, playfully punching Dash on the arm as he opened his own locker “Yeah, I know. Can’t spend all day looking at ourselves if we want to get any bigger.” Danny said confidently. He looked over at Dash as he took out his gym clothes, a pair of black shorts and white tank top that Danny knew would barely fit him, he realized that he felt remarkably comfortable around the other guy. Danny still had his old set of memories, and they were still very real for him, but as he looked at Dash he couldn’t help but see him how his new self did: As his best friend and fellow jock bro. The feelings of trust and camaraderie he had for Dash far outweighed any resentment or anger his old self had. Danny pulled on his athletic shorts, smirking at how they hugged his muscular thighs and did basically nothing to hide the 13 inch monster that bulged and snaked down his leg, before putting on his tank top. He looked at himself in the mirror, a cocky grin on his face as he adjusted his bulge and playfully flexed his pecs. His tank top was clearly way too small on him, hugging his body, practically compressed against his muscles and leaving a solid inch of midriff for everyone to see. If Danny hadn’t remembered specifically picking out this tanktop in order to show off his body, he’d probably have assumed it had somehow been unchanged by the wish. “What did I just say man? At least wait till we’re all pumped up to start checking yourself out.” Dash said playfully “Like you weren’t looking too bro.” Danny said playfully, sending a playful wink at Dash. Together they swaggered out of the locker room and into the gym. Danny knew he wasn’t acting like himself, that he was falling into his new self, into his new memories and instincts, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He felt so good, so manly, like he and Dash were fucking kings! As the two entered the gym and headed over to the weight room, Danny could feel the other students staring at him, some in envy, some in admiration, and some in lust. It was intoxicating, being the center of attention, the guy everyone either wanted to be or be with. Danny felt himself stand up as straight as he could as he and Dash approached the gym teacher, Coach Teslaff.

Danny, the new Danny, wasn’t particularly respectful towards most of his teachers. He didn’t antagonize them like some of the other students, but he was well aware that due to his popularity and position as a football star that most teachers couldn’t, or wouldn’t punish him in any way that mattered. Coach Teslaff however had more than earned Danny’s respect. Before the wish Danny had always found the muscular butch woman to be rather intimidating, but now that was joined by an immense respect. Coach Teslaff was in charge of most of Casper High’s sport teams, including the football Team Danny was now a dedicated member, and Danny had seen first hand her dedication, grit, and strength, both emotional and physical. Teslaff had gone from a vaguely intimidating member of the school faculty to a mentor who both protected her athletes and pushed all of them to be better than they were. “Fenton, Baxter. Glad you’re finally here. What did I say to you boys about spending all that time looking in the mirror? You’re here to workout, not preen.” She said sternly. Danny wouldn’t have noticed it before, not being familiar with the coach, but he could see a bit of fondness creep into her voice. Danny grinned charmingly at the older woman “Sorry Coach, won’t happen again.” He promised. Teslaff nodded, only a slight grin on her face giving away her fondness for her star athletes “Alright. Today is all about strength training. I’ll be spending most of my time helping out some of the smaller students who aren’t as familiar with the weight room. I trust you two can handle yourselves. I’m also going to ask you to look out for any students you see struggling, just to make sure no one hurts themselves. Understood?” Teslaff said in a way that left no room for argument. “Yes Coach!” Dash and Danny said simultaneously, though Danny could tell Dash was a little annoyed. As Coach Teslaff walked off to check on some of the other students, Dash sighed “Ugh, I know we gotta help out Coach but I fucking hate dealing with geeks while I’m working out. This is supposed to be a geek free zone!” Dash said. Danny felt conflicting feelings grow inside him, a part of him wanting to chide Dash for being rude and a part of him wanting to agree with him, that the geeks were annoying and shouldn’t be in their weight room. He landed somewhere in the middle. “I know it sucks, but it’s for Coach. Plus even if they are geeks, I don’t wanna see anyone get seriously injured or anything.” Danny said. Dash sighed “I guess you’re right bro. Anyways, where should we start?” Danny smirked at Dash, his new instincts taking over in the familiar environment “We start with our chest, as alway bro.” he said, swaggering over to a nearby weight bench. Danny quickly loaded 240 on the bar and got into position, his tank top riding up slightly as he laid down on the bench. “Only 240 dude? What are we 12?” Dash teased playfully “Fuck you man, you know it’s just the warm up.” Danny shot back with a fond grin as he started to lift the, grunting slightly as he lifted the immense weight with ease. He smirked slightly as he felt his chest flex, counting his reps in his head with every up and down. Dash stood over him, ready to spot Danny if he needed, though they both knew Danny wouldn’t need it for this.

Danny grinned proudly as he finished his 20th rep, puffing out his chest slightly as he got up. 240 was absolutely nothing to the new Danny, but the part of Danny that still remembered being a scrawny nobody was absolutely ecstatic that he was so strong. He looked around the weight room as he and Dash switched positions, wanting to keep an eye out for anyone who needed help, like Coach Teslaff had asked. He noted that while all of his fellow athletes in the class were exercising vigorously, and the few girls he shared the class with were either exercising or not-so-subtly staring at him and Dash, most of the geeks were either struggling immensely to lift even the smallest weights, or not even trying. Danny felt a flash of amusement and superiority come over him as he watched one of the smallest nerds in school, Mikey, struggle pathetically with a 20 pound weight. Still, at least he was trying, some of the other geeks weren’t doing a thing, and their lack of effort made Danny feel strangely angry. He took a deep breath to calm down, and realized that Dash had already finished his warmup and was getting to his feet. “What do you say we make this workout a little more interesting? I’m feeling pretty pumped up.” Dash said with a challenging grin and a flex of his massive biceps. Danny felt a similar grin come over him at the prospect of a challenge. Overtime, as the two had gotten more into athletics, Danny and Dash’s friendship had gained the edge of a friendly rivalry. They often challenged each other, competing to do better on the field or lift more in the gym. Sometimes they even had bets, which was where Danny could tell this was going. “Ok, I’m in. What does the winner get?” he asked with a grin. Dash looked pensive for a moment, before smirking “Winner gets bragging rights. Loser, has to do whatever the winner says for the rest of the day.” Dash challenged with a smirk. Danny grinned back, punching Dash’s arm playfully “Deal. Can’t wait to make you do whatever I want.” Danny said arrogantly.

Danny loaded up the bar, taking the weight up to 280, his regular limit, and quickly slid onto the bench and got to work. He pushed the bar, up and down, up and down, feeling a familiar burn in his massive pecs as he showed off his immense strength. Danny couldn’t believe he never worked out in his old life. Not only was it fun, but it made him feel like a fucking god. After his 10th rep Danny put down the weights and switched with Dash, Dash seemingly unfazed. Danny watched as Dash met him at 280, rep for rep, not that Danny expected any less from his best bro. “So, if you win, what are you going to make me do?” Danny asked with a smirk. Dash spoke slowly as he continued to lift, his voice slightly strained from the effort “Probably make you do something funny, like ask out some nerdy chick or dress up like that geek Tucker.” Danny almost told Dash to shut up, still protective of his now former best friend, but stopped himself before he could, covering his conflicted feelings with a slightly awkward laugh that Dash thankfully didn’t notice. Danny loaded the bar up to 300 before getting into position on the bench, his new confidence quickly reasserting itself. “So, What about you? What are you going to make me do?” Dash asked as Danny internally pumped himself up. Danny wrapped his hands around the metal bar and started lifting, grunting as he pushed as hard as he could “I’ll probably make you tell everyone you still have stuffed animals.” Danny joked. Dash laughed boisterously “Oh you wouldn’t!” he said, playfully glaring at Danny as he completed another rep. “I so would. I’ll make you tell them all about it.” Danny teased back as he pushed as hard as he could, finishing on his fifth rep. As Danny got up, he chuckled slightly as he noticed his now pumped up pecs shirt had opened up a quarter sized hole between his pecs. He popped his pecs playfully, grinning as he saw the hole get bigger “Guess I’m gonna need a new tank.” He said cockily as he and Dash switched. “You’ve needed a new tank since forever. If I know you, you'll keep wearing that thing till Coach makes you stop.” He half joked. Danny couldn’t deny it, and just grinned as Dash started to lift the 300 pounds. Danny's grin grew wider as he saw Dash start to struggle with the large weight, thinking he might win the bet, but began to scowl as he Dash pushed through, matching his 5 reps. Dash smirked at Danny “So, think you can beat that?” Danny asked. Danny considered it… and shook his head “Nah. We need to move on to some of our other exercises. Gym class doesn’t last forever after all. Lets just call it a tie and say we both get bragging rights.” Danny said with a smirk while he helped Dash up to his feet. The two jocks chest bumped, Danny doing it on instinct, before heading onto their next workout.

Forty minutes later, Danny and Dash swaggered back into the locker room, both covered in a layer of sweat that made their pumped up muscles look even better. Danny and Dash had spent the rest of gym class working out, chatting about football and girls, and showing off. As the two jocks went up to their lockers, Danny looked down at his tank top, smirking slightly as he noticed how the small hole from earlier had turned into a huge tear. Smirking cockily, Danny grabbed what was left of his tank top and literally tore it off his body, the tank torn to shreds. Danny could feel the shocked eyes off some of his other classmates on him, and simply responded with an arrogant grin. “Oops” He said playfully, causing Dash to laugh at his best bros shenanigans, before Danny turned back to his locker and grabbed his regular clothing. “Hurry up bro, we’re gonna be late.” Dash said as he slid on his jacket, Danny having been distracted by his own show of strength. “Late for what?” Danny asked, slightly confused. Dash rolled his eyes fondly “Did you seriously forget Fenstud? It’s Lunch!” Dash said, gesturing for Danny to follow him as he headed out to the cafeteria. Danny grinned, trying to hide how excited he was. This was going to be his first lunch as a jock, at the A-Lister’s table! This was going to be fucking epic. As Danny and Dash entered the cafeteria, identical smirks on their faces, Danny was struck by a sudden realization: The A-Listers weren’t the only ones with this lunch period, Sam and Tucker had it too. Maybe this wouldn’t quite be as fun as he thought.

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Danny entered the school cafeteria slowly, the swagger he had found in gym class temporarily lost in a mix of excitement and trepidation. While he had walked into the cafeteria plenty of times before, this was his first time doing it as the new him, the jock version of himself that the wish had created. It was thrilling, knowing that all eyes would be on him and that he’d get to sit at the coveted A-Listers table with other popular kids, fellow jocks, and hot girls, but he also couldn’t help but feel some anxiety. The problem wasn’t that this would technically be his first time sitting with the popular students, as his new memories and newfound confidence made him certain he could handle that, especially with his bros Dash and Kwan by his side. The problem wasn’t at the A-Listers table at all. Instead, it sat toward the back of the cafeteria, a place the old Danny knew all too well. It was the losers’ table, an almost completely empty table that, before Danny’s recent wish, was where he, Sam, and Tucker would eat together. The table used to be a comforting place for Danny, a safe haven in the madness of the school cafeteria, a place where he, Tucker and Sam could discuss anything without fear of being overheard or bothered, but now, with Danny having been retroactively transformed into a stud jock who bullied nerds, including Tucker in particular, all it brought him was dread. Danny was enjoying his new life as a manly stud of a football star, but he couldn't help but feel a stab of guilt whenever he even thought about Sam and Tucker, and the idea of running into them during lunch was enough to bring down his new, cocky attitude. Still, he knew he couldn’t let that show. Danny still had every intention of getting his old life back – though a growing part of him couldn’t stand the idea of going back to being a scrawny geek – but if he started acting differently than how his jock self normally acted, people would get confused and suspicious. Well normally Danny wouldn’t care about what people thought, but he couldn’t help but think about the cool, manly image his new self had to maintain. “Hey, Fentank! You coming over or what?” Kwan asked, waving at him from the table. Despite his nerves, and a deep desire to check on his old friends, Danny squared his shoulders and strut over to the A-Listers table, putting on a confident facade. His new self was apparently a much better actor than he ever used to be.

Danny slid into his regular spot with practiced ease, a cool smirk on his face as his confidence began to return and he fell back into his new role. Danny’s smirk widened as a familiar sexy latina pulled in to his right, Paulina wrapping his arms around his thick, muscular arm, one of her dainty manicured hands tracing over his body flirtatiously as she did. He flexed subtlety for the seductive cheerleader, and almost didn’t notice his best bro Dash sitting to his left until he playfully punched his shoulder. Looking around the table Danny could see a few other familiar faces. Right across from him was Kwan, Danny’s fun loving and surprisingly kind second best friend, who was currently chatting up his long time girlfriend, and the second most popular girl in school, Star. Danny could remember that, just like in the original timeline, Star and Kwan were one of those rare high school couples that were really perfect for eachother, but that unlike the original timeline he also had a vague memory of the two having opened up their relationship about a year ago. Danny almost blushed as he suddenly remembered a night about two months ago where he had messed around with both Star and Kwan. Danny couldn’t decide what was more shocking, the fact that he had hooked up with Star and Kwan or the fact that the new him had been just as into Kwan as he was into Star? He almost blushed as he remembered running his hands over Stars soft, luscious skin and Kwans hard, manly muscle. Was… Was Jock Danny gay? No, he had enjoyed hooking up with girls way too much to be gay, and the hard on currently snaking its way down his tight jeans as Paulina felt up his pecs was proof enough of that. It occurred to Danny he might be bi or pan, but a deep voice in his head told him that he was worrying about this way too much. Sexy is sexy, hot is hot, and a hole is a hole, a guy like him didn’t need stupid labels to know what he liked. Danny brushed his slight sexual confusion aside and continued to look around the table, seeing a number of other, lesser popular kids that Danny was less familiar with. 

Looking around the table Danny, still cool playing the part of the cocky jock, took a second to try and remember the other people at the table. At first the only people Danny could recognize besides the main 4 A-listers were his ex-girlfriend Valerie, who it seemed hadn’t lost her A Lister status in this world, and the dark skinned jock sitting on Dash’s other side, who he was about 75% sure was named Dale. After a few minutes though, his new selves memories kicked in. Sure, Danny spent more time with Dash, Kwan, Paulina and Star than anyone, since the five of them were the most popular people in school, but looking around he felt a connection to everyone at the table. He could remember having an on-again off-again relationship with Valerie for a while, and still hooking up with her occasionally, even after they decided they were better off as friends. He could remember working out with Dale, which definitely was his name, and how the two had bonded over talking about the girls they had gotten with, each bragging about their conquests. He could remember playing football and partying with each of the jocks, could remember flirting with and in most cases expertly fucking each of the hot girls. He could remember everyone at this table, and for a moment his old awkwardness was forgotten under the feeling of being with his people, right where he belonged. Danny quickly fell into it, naturally chatting with the other jocks about the upcoming football game and their plans for the weekend, all while effortlessly charming every girl at the table. Danny allowed himself to relax for a moment, allowing his new memories and instincts to draw him deeper into his new life. At least until two familiar, arguing voices managed to catch his attention. 

Danny casually looked over at the losers table, and felt himself scowl as he heard Sam and Tucker arguing about their opposing diets. Danny always hated it whenever his best friends argued about their differing opinions on meat, especially since they would always try to pull him into it, but it seemed like his growing jock side hated it even more. Something about their loud voices, arguing about something so lame, so stupid, seriously pissed Danny off. He quickly pushed these feelings aways, a pang of guilt growing in his gut. Maybe he was getting a little too into his new persona. He enjoyed being a manly ladies man, being sporty, muscular and popular, but there were still parts of his new life that made him uncomfortable, and the fact that his jock self was a bully, one who seemed to eagerly harass his former best friends, was definitely at the top of the list. Still, Danny couldn’t help but start to feel attached to the version of himself his wish had created. It wasn’t just the muscles, or the popularity, or even all the hot chicks who were constantly throwing themselves at him - though he had to admit that was great. It was also the fact that, after years of uncertainty of self loathing, he finally felt confident. A growing part of Danny didn’t want to give up his new life, even if he knew logically that it was the right choice. 

Danny was shocked out of his thoughts by Dash playfully punching his shoulder “Bro, you ok? You got this weird look on your face for a second there.” Dash said, his playful tone hiding some genuine concern that Danny knew only he would pick up on. Danny glanced back at the losers table, Sam and Tucker’s argument still going strong, before looking back at Dash. With Danny’s new memories of growing up with Dash at his side, it was hard to remember that less than a day ago Dash was the guy who would shove Danny into lockers and make school a living hell. The thought of going back to that, of giving up his friendship with Dash all over again, was awful. Danny took a deep breath, and smirked cooly “Yeah bro, it's nothing. Just thinking about the upcoming game, and what we should do to celebrate after we crush those punks.” Danny said cockily. Dash smirked back arrogantly as he replied “I’m thinking we have a party at my place. Maybe something a little more exclusive this time. Last time there were so many people around I ended up having to hook up in Kwan’s pantry.” Dash half joked. As the two jocks laughed together, Danny made up his mind. “Hey bro, I’ve gotta skip next period. Cover for me?” Danny said, slightly surprising Dash. “Sure man, but what's up? You don’t usually skip woodshop unless you’ve got a girl on the hook. Paulina up for another round with you already?” Dash said with a half teasing grin. Danny shook his head, a confident grin still on his face “Nah man, there's just something I’ve gotta do real quick.” Danny said. As the school bell rang and lunch ended, Danny got up and walked out of the cafeteria, his walk no longer a cocky strut but a determined stride. 

Danny wasn’t going to just let Desiree run around causing chaos. Jock or nerd, halfa or human, he was still a hero. But he also wasn’t going to let everything go back to normal. Every time something good came into his life it seemed like it was immediately revealed to be the work of a ghost who he’d have to defeat, and everything would go back to normal. Not this time. If Danny’s time as a jock had taught him one thing, it was that winners didn’t settle for anything less than they deserved. He was going to get the best of both worlds. He had made up his mind, and even better than that, he had a plan for how he was going to get what he wanted. All he needed to do now? Find a certain green skinned genie.

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It was a little disturbing how easy it was for Danny to sneak out of school without anyone noticing. He knew, from both of his lives, that getting out of school without getting caught was surprisingly simple. In his original life he had been forced to sneak out to fight ghosts almost constantly, and in his new, wish granted life, he remembered that he would often ditch some of his more boring classes, either to hang with the guys, workout at the school gym, or even hook up with his latest fling. Normally leaving so often would get a student in trouble, but no one wanted Casper High’s star running back to miss practice because of something stupid like detention, so the teachers turned a blind eye and the other students held their tongue, at least if they knew what was good for them. Danny felt himself smirk slightly as he remembered the last time someone had made a fuss about the preferential treatment the football team got. A part of him still knew it was wrong, but the increasingly detailed memory of him and Dash giving that dweeb a swirly was just too funny. Danny shook his head. 

His new memories were getting more… intense, and it was starting to get hard to separate his two identities. He took a deep breath and kept jogging towards his house. He just needed to find Desiree before he fell too far into his new identity. As much as he loved being a jock, he wasn’t going to let himself forget everything either, and he wasn’t going to give up on his friendships. Danny realized with a start that he had already made his way home. Damn, he really was a lot faster and more athletic now. He had jogged all the way from his school, and he hadn’t even broken a sweat! As cool as that was, Danny didn’t have time to celebrate, because now was the… kind of hard part: getting past his parents. Since he was now fully human he didn’t have to worry about setting off any ecto-alarms, but he still had to get into the lab in the basement without being seen. He could probably get them out of the lab by setting off one of the sensors in the backyard, which would not be hard at all, but he’d have to get down to the basement, do what he needed to do, and get back outside before his parents could get back inside, all while avoiding setting off his parents' crazy security system. He’d only get one shot at this, but he felt… strangely confident. He was fucking Danny Fenton! If he could lead his team to an undefeated season in his sophomore year, he could do this!

… Ok, so he was really falling into his jock persona. He needed to get this done, quick. He picked up an old can off the street, tossed it into the backyard, and ran inside through the front door as his parents ran out the back. He quickly ran into his house and locked the back door, locking his parents out. Knowing that would probably only buy him a few minutes at most, he rushed downstairs and to his destination: The Fenton Portal.

Danny ran through the lab with the speed of an elite athlete, but paused once he was in front of the portal. If he was going to fight Desiree, he’d need to have his ghost powers, which meant going through the portal accident for what would now be a third time. He was fairly certain it would work, as it had the last time he had been forced to relive it because of Desiree, and because his ghost powers hadn’t seemed to completely disappear if his ghost sense going off earlier was any indication. He knew he still had the powers in some form, he just needed the accident to activate them. But… a part of him didn’t want to. Even as he grabbed his white jumpsuit (which he noted with a slight smirk was very tight on him now) and ripped his dads sewn on face off the front, he couldn’t stop the doubts going through his head. Even if this worked, it was going to be painful, incredibly, immensely painful. Going through this twice had been enough, but now he was going to put himself through this again? He didn’t have to do this. Desiree wasn’t his responsibility! He could just head back to school and enjoy being the incredibly popular and muscular jock the wish had made him. He could make out with his crush, or the dozen of other girls and guys he seemed to be casually hooking up with. He could hang out with the cool kids, with Dash and Kwan, and rule the school like a part of him had always dreamed. He didn’t have to do this. But if he didn’t, then… he wouldn’t be Danny Fenton anymore, at least not a version of Danny Fenton he wanted to be. He steeled his nerves… and went in.

Danny had to admit, as painful as it was to go through the entire portal accident all over again, he didn’t mind getting to see his new muscles on Danny Phantom. Danny had always been a little miffed that the accident that gave him his powers didn’t give him the traditional superhero bod. Turns out comics books had lied, and super powers didn’t come with an automatic glow up. But now that he had the muscles and the ghost powers, he could finally see what it would be like if he had, and he was not disappointed. The black jumpsuit hugged his body like a second skin, each of his muscles visible through them. Hulking arms and broad shoulders led to bulging pecs, with his iconic logo plastered between. If the old him had been like spider-man, this was like being superman, and Danny loved it. A part of him wished he had gotten more time to examine himself in his hero costume (especially the even more noticeable bulge that was currently snaking its way down his leg) but the sounds of his parents finally breaking down their backdoor lit a fire under Danny. In a flash the beefy hero grabbed the Fenton thermos, along with a few other choice weapons, turned invisible, and flew off. It was time for a showdown.

Finding Desiree hadn’t been that hard. Even if he hadn’t had his ghost sense, which immediately alerted him when he got close, the trail of destruction that was left behind by her spells was enough of a clue. As he flew over the avalanche of loose change that seemed to be actively chasing a man, and past the teen girl being chased by what appeared to be a dozen versions of Chip Skylark who were professing their love for her, he knew he must be close. After quickly flying the man and the teen girl (who was very handsy) to safety, Danny continued his search. As he felt a familiar blast of cold air leave his lips, he knew he was there.

“Desiree.” Danny said, his deep, manly voice a dominating growl. The genie ghost smirked as she turned around, a hint of irritation in her eyes

“Ah, Ghost boy. I see you gave yourself power again. I wondered how long it would be before you pulled that trick again. I was hoping you’d take my generous gift and enjoy living a life of ease, but I see we’re going to have to do this the hard way.” She said, her hands glowing green as she readied an ectoblast. “Though I do have to say, that jumpsuit really works for you.” She said with a smirk before shooting at Danny. Danny barely dodged the blast, Desiree's wishes having granted her quite a bit of power and Danny still not used to flying with his new bulk. Danny continued to barely dodge the green skin genie’s attacks. He knew he could end this, if he could just get a word in. He just had to figure out how.

Danny knew that he wasn’t quite as smart as he had been before his wish. Granted he wasn’t an excellent student beforehand, but neglecting his studies in favor of football practice and weekend ragers hadn’t helped. One thing he was better at though, one thing that being on the football team had taught him, was strategy. After dodging another one of Desiree’s blasts, he took out an old favorite, the Fenton booo-merang, and threw it… in the opposite direction. After a moment of shock, Desiree couldn’t help but laugh.

“Seriously? A boomerang? You didn’t even throw it at me!” She said, laughing hysterically. “Oh, and is this the part where I get distracted and don’t notice it coming right at me? You threw it right in front of me, you dunce!” She said viciously, blasting the booo-merang off course with ease. “Seriously, what do you take me-” Desiree’s voice trailed off as she realized… she had completely lost track of Danny, who had taken the opportunity to get in close. “...for.” She finished instinctively, as Danny punched her, his new musculature adding an extra oomph to his attack. As she crashed to the floor, Danny quickly made his move.

“I wish you were tied up and couldn’t get out” Danny said, knowing that Desiree wouldn’t be able to resist granting his wish. Desiree growled, but instinctively granted the wish, snapping her fingers and granting the wish before she was quickly bound in glowing green chains. Danny grinned. It was time to get to work. “I wish that, from here on out, you can only grant my wishes, and you are unable to twist them in any unpleasant ways.” Danny said with a victorious smirk. Desiree paled, understanding she was in a much worse situation than she thought, but still granted the wish. “Now. I wish we were both back in my bedroom. And I’ve got about a hundred other wishes for you to grant.” Danny said with a smirk. As Danny and Desiree were teleported back to his home, Danny couldn’t help but feel a cool sense of arrogance overtake him. He was Danny Fenton, superhero and jock extraordinaire, and for once he wasn’t going to settle for things just going back to normal. For once, he was going to have it all.

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In A puff of green smoke, Danny and the chained up Desiree were in Danny’s bedroom. Danny looked around, grinning slightly as he did. What just that morning had been an unfamiliar and strange version of his bedroom now felt like home. He could remember every time he worked out with his weight set, recall earning every trophy in his new trophy case, and remembered casual nights spent in his room with Dash, chatting about whatever crossed their minds. He shook himself slightly. He had to focus, and start making some wishes to fix the situation Desiree had created, before it was too late. He was already starting to forget things about his old life, as his new memories became stronger and stronger.

“Ok. First things first. I wish that you wouldn’t gain any power from my wishes.” Danny said, not wanting to give the already juiced up Desiree any more power. Desiree practically snarled as she granted the wish. It was almost strange seeing Desiree not gain any strength after granting a wish, but it was enough for Danny to know it had work. Desiree glared at him, her eyes burning with pure rage as she

“So, what else are you going to wish for ‘Master?” She said bitterly “To be a king? To rule the world? Let's just get this over with.” She said, her tone suddenly going from bitter rage to defeated resignation. Danny felt a stab of guilt. Tying someone and forcing them to do what you want was a little messed up, even if that person was a cruel, sociopathic ghost. He sighed

“Whoa. Ok, cool it. First of all, I’m not going to wish for anything crazy like that. I just don’t want to have to give up on the good things from my old life in order to enjoy this life. I’m going to make some wishes, ones that only affect me and my friends, and then I’m going to release you back into the ghost zone.” he explained. Desiree looked at him with shock and confusion, as if he was speaking a different language

“You’re… just going to let me go?” She asked “... you do realize I could, potentially, grant infinite wishes, right? You’re just… going to let all that power slip away?” She asked. Danny shrugged his massive shoulders casually

“Trust me, I don’t need any more power than I already have. I’m not the kind of person to just take on the power and not the responsibility, and being a half ghost is enough responsibility for me. Can you imagine the kind of work I’d have to do if I was a king?” Danny said with a charming chuckle. Desiree still looked at him in shock, utterly baffled, but Danny kept talking “Now, first things first. I wish that I could perfectly remember both my new life and my old life, in a way that doesn’t confuse me.” Danny said, deciding to start with undoing Desiree’s damage. Desiree snapped her fingers, which were still pinned to her sides by the chains, and Danny’s mind was flooded with memories. Memories of playing video games with Tucker, of talking with Sam about one of her causes, and of regularly fighting ghosts were intertwined with memories of football, parties, and many, many hookups. Danny closed his eyes for a moment and let himself enjoy his memories for a moment. There wasn’t an ‘old him’ or a ‘new him’ anymore. Finally Danny was back to just being… Danny. He smiled, a confident, content smile, and made his next wish.

“Ok. Next I wish that Dash and Kwan weren’t bullies. They don’t have to like geeks or be completely nice now, they just can’t beat them up or make their lives hell for no good reason.” Danny said. The one part of being a jock he was still uncomfortable with was the bullying. It’d be a lie to say he hadn’t enjoyed the rush of power and superiority that came over him with his new memories of bullying geeks, but he knew he couldn’t allow this kind of stuff to continue. He didn’t want to change people or infringe on free will or something like that, but he figured a small change to make nerds' lives a little less difficult would be ok. As Desiree granted his now 6th wish overall, including his original one, he could feel his memories change slightly as memories of him and the other two jocks bullying and looking down on scrawny, less popular kids were replaced with memories of a much kinder Casper High. There was still a clique hierarchy, and plenty of jocks still bullied nerds, but no one was getting shoved into lockers by Dash and Kwan anymore. Danny could even remember Dash standing up for some of the less popular students, a combination of his friendship with Danny and the new wish having been a good influence on him. In this world Dash was far less of a ‘Jerk Jock’ and more the schools ‘Golden Boy.” Danny actually felt a swell of pride in his chest as he thought about his friend, proud of how far he had come since they were kids. Desiree rolled her eyes at the pleased look on Danny’s face.

“Teenagers…” She muttered, annoyed at how Danny was using his wishes for something so… small. “Now what’s next? I want to get out of these stupid chains.” She said, officially over her shock and now back to being irritated. Danny smirked ever so slightly.

“Alright, alright. I know it’s annoying but if we don’t go through them one by one things are going to get messy real quick” Danny said “So for my next wish, I wish that I was still close friends with Sam and Tucker in this timeline, while still being a cool, popular jock who is friends with Dash.” Danny said. Once again Desiree snapped her fingers and the timeline warped. Danny's memories of both timelines were becoming more and more similar, as he began to remember hanging out with both Sam and Tucker, and with Kwan and Dash. Sometimes, very rarely, they’d all hang out together. They didn’t have much in common, but they were all friends with Danny, and that was enough. Danny grinned wide, happy to see his wishes seemed to be going the way he was hoping. He could feel a part of him getting excited by having all this power, specifically a part of him between his beefy thighs that was currently bulging against his black jumpsuit. He took a deep breath. He couldn’t let himself be too seduced by this power… but he had a few more wishes to make.

“Ok. I don’t have too much more. Next, I wish that Danielle existed in this world, and was Jazz and I’s younger sister.” Danny said. He knew he couldn’t get back everything that was in the original timeline. He’d probably be running damage control for all the wishes he had made for a while. But he wasn’t about to let his clone/cousin get wished out of existence, and It would be nice to have her a little closer to home. As Desiree granted the wish Danny could actually feel the house shake slightly as another room was added on, and almost fell over as memories of being a big brother to little Dani Fenton filled his head. He felt almost overwhelming joy as he recalled his little sister. In fact he actually felt… a little nauseous. Maybe changing his memories and the very fabric of reality this many times this quickly was dangerous… but he still had quite a few more wishes to make. 

Over the next half hour Danny made a series of carefully worded wishes that, all together, led to one big result: A better reality for Danny and his friends. He rewrote the timeline so that he had gotten his powers at around the same time he had originally, and that Dash, Kwan, and Paulina  had all been in on his secret as well. He even gave Dani powers, though purposefully made her ‘portal accident’ much less painful. Danny made sure that most of his adventures, at least the ones with important consequences, still happened, though left a few of his more unpleasant ones out. Finally, once he was certain he had the life he had been looking for, Danny made one final wish.

“Ok… finally, I wish that Sam, Tucker, Jazz, and Dani can all remember the original timeline.” Danny said. Desiree groaned, and snapped her fingers, an exhausted look on her face 

“Fine. Are we done?” She asked as Danny picked up his phone, which was now blowing up with text from the other 4 demanding answers. Danny winced slightly as he looked at his phone, though he had been expecting this. He was going to have to answer some questions. For now though he turned to Desiree 

“... yeah. That's all I need.” he said with a sigh. He grabbed the chains on Desiree and untied the exhausted genie “... I also wish that, once you go back into the ghost zone, you can grant wishes again, and will get power from them as usual.” Danny said as he took the shocked genie into his strong arms. He grabbed the Fenton Thermos with one hand and pointed it at her while he carried her in the other, his massive arm wrapped around her tiny waist “Now, I’m going to throw you back into the ghost zone. Try anything, and I’ll put you back in the hard way.” Danny said gruffly as he turned them both invisible and flew down to the portal, his parents luckily having left to work on the ‘faulty sensor.’ As they stood in front of the portal, Desiree looked at the masculine halfa in confusion 

“But, Why? Wouldn’t it be easier just to do what you always do and use your little thermos?” Desiree said with a sneer. Danny got a strangely guilty look on his face

“Nah, I’ve done enough to you. You at least deserve a graceful exit.” He said. Danny could swear he saw Desiree’s green skin darken slightly with a blush as he opened the portal for her

“I really don’t understand you Phantom.” Desiree admitted “Most of the men I’ve met, both in my life and afterlife, would have done anything for power. Their greed knew no bounds. But you… I just don’t understand you.” She said. She floated over to the portal, ready to go through… before turning back and kissing Danny straight on the lips. Danny was shocked for a moment, but his new, increased libido quickly took over, and he quickly found himself getting into it. He pulled the genie close, his large hands wrapping around her waist as she leaned against his hard, muscular chest, her nails trailing over the contours of his meaty pec. They kissed passionately for a good while, before Danny finally pulled back, a smirk on his chiseled face

“So, what was that about not understanding me?” he asked with a teasing, cocky smirk. Desiree blushed ever so slightly as she let her wispy tail transform into a pair of long, luscious green legs.

“Oh, shut up. You may be.. Intriguing, but you’re still an annoyance.” She said “A… very impressive annoyance.” She said with a smirk her hands trailing down his pecs, across his rippling abs and down to his huge bulge. Danny almost growled with lust as Desiree groped his bulge with one hand, and the other slowly moved to the zipper, ready to unveil his beefy body. The genie and the halfa’s eyes met, and Danny quickly pulled the green skinned beauty into a deep, possessive kiss. As they kissed, their hands wandered, Desiree slowly pulling down the zipper of Danny’s suit with one hand while holding onto one of his thick biceps with the other, and Danny roughly pulling down her top with one hand while fondling her ass with the other.  Danny smirked as he saw Desiree’s tits, his new libido and newly remembered experience driving him like an animal. He groped Desiree’s breast, making her moan as she finally got Danny’s jumpsuit off of him, revealing his entire body to the lab's cold air. Not that Danny minded, he was running way too hot to care. Desiree stared at Danny for a moment in undisguised lust and awe, shivering in lust as her eyes landed on his shockingly huge cock. She took his dick in both of her petite hands, which was only just enough to get around his full mast, and began to pleasure him. She looked at Danny, need in her eyes, and spoke, her voice breathy and needy.

“Danny… please… I need you to… make a wish for me…” Desiree said as she guided his cock to her dripping wet pussy “... Wish… to be even bigger!~” She said, moaning as he began to fuck herself on his cocky. Danny, too lost in lust to truly think it through, pulled Desiree further down his cock as he spoke, his voice deep, manly and commanding

“I wish I was even bigger.” he said with a cocky smirk as he started to fuck the ghostly woman, who moaned wantonly as he thrusted inside of her. Shaking with pleasure as she did, she raised her right hand, her left too busy holding onto Danny’s arm for balance, and snapped her fingers, granting his final wish. 

Danny let loose an animalistic roar of lust as his new growth began, continuing to fuck the moaning genie even as he did. He gained an extra 6 inches in height easily, as his large hands grew into even bigger, manlier mitts that held the green skinned girl in front of him. His shoulders broadened, becoming incredibly wide and round as his body shuddered with growth. His arms grew as he lifted Desiree off the ground, his biceps each gaining another 2 inches at least as he lifted her up and down on his incredible cock. His pecs, already large for a young man, jutted out like a shelf, as his abs gained another, defined 4th row. If Danny had been Spider-man in the beginning, and Superman after his initial wish, he was now the incredible Hulk. Even his cock, which was still being ridden by the moaning, almost drooling Desiree, gained another 2 inches in length, and even a half inch in width. Danny fucked Desiree like a toy, rough and animalistic, and the green skin ghost seemed to love it. It wasn’t soon before Desiree squirted across Danny’s cock, and Danny, a victorious smirk on his face. As the high of sex wore off and Danny slowly pulled his cock out of Desiree’s still leaking pussy, Danny took a moment to catch his breath.

“... so… should we talk about, whatever that was? Or what this means” he half joked with a charming grin. Desiree giggled, still leaning against Danny’s thick musculature

“Like I said Danny. You’re intriguing.” She said with a mischievous grin “And as for what this means, it doesn’t have to change anything. I can still escape the ghost zone and cause chaos, you can still catch me and be all heroic. We can just have some fun before you have to send me back.” She said with a flirtatious wink that made Danny smirk even wider. Desiree put on her clothing quickly, before planting a simple kiss on Danny’s cheek “See you later hero.” She said with a sultry wink, before flying into the ghost zone, the portal closing behind her. Danny stood there, a cocky smirk on his face as he swaggered over to where his discarded jumpsuit sat. Sadly his arrogant smirk was wiped from his face as he realized his mistake.

“Fuck, what am I going to do about my clothes?”

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Danny hated to admit it, but skin tight clothes were a bit hotter in theory than they were in practice. Sure, his jumpsuit now clung to his muscular body like a second skin, which allowed him to show off both his bulging muscles and his manly bulge with ease, but dear god did it feel tight around his body. Danny would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it a little though. His already enhanced ego grew even bigger as he thought about what people were going to say when they eventually saw his new form, especially the people who were already into Phantom. Paulina would probably faint! There was one part he was truly dreading though, turning back to human. Danny had never really wondered why his clothing changed when he changed forms himself, but now he was wondering what in the hell would happen when he changed back? If he was still wearing the same clothing as he was before he changed into his ghost form, would they still be on him? Would they even fit, or would they immediately be torn to shreds? He kept imagining himself turning back to human only to be immediately choked to death by the shreds of his own shirt. Not wanting to find himself completely naked in the middle of school (even he couldn’t get away with that… probably) Danny flew into the empty boys locker room, the only area in the school where he knew he could get a spare change of clothing and complete privacy. He landed in front of his locker, turning physical again, and took a deep breath. Ok. He couldn’t put this off forever. He squared his shoulders, and went back to his human form.

It turned out that Danny’s initial theory about his clothing immediately tearing to shreds was correct, or at least the closest to it out of them. Danny’s skin tight jumpsuit was quickly replaced with a pair of far to small jeans, a white shirt that looked more like a crop top, and his letterman jacket, the only thing that even remotely fit him anymore. Danny smirked slightly as he looked himself over in a nearby mirror. He had expected the clothing to be so tight it strangled him, and it definitely was a little uncomfortable in some places, but… it did look pretty good. His jeans were practically painted onto his leg, his shirt hugged his chest tightly and left a good part of his abs completely on display. Danny’s smirk grew larger as he started to flex his muscles, watching as his clothing strained under the pressure. Desiree had really done a number on him. He had to be 6 feet 8 inches tall now, with a barrel chest so thick and large it looked like it belonged either to a superhero or a gorilla. Danny was so enamored with his own reflection he didn’t even realize his clothing was literally bursting at the seams until a loud ‘RIIIIIIIP’ echoed throughout the locker room. Danny had torn a giant hole down the middle of his shirt, and his jeans were practically ripped to bits. Danny grinned widely. God he was hot now. He tore off the remains of his shirt and jeans, stripping himself down to just his lettermans jacket and tight boxers. Danny swaggered over to his locker, before remembering that he had also torn through his tank top back during gym class. He guessed he was a bit of an exhibitionist now. He supposed he could get away with just buttoning up his jacket, but he still needed some shorts, so he opened up his locker. Danny’s eyes widened slightly as he opened his locker to find a fresh set of clothing, including a pair of jeans just his size and a tank top, one with a red oval in the middle of it, just like his old favorite shirt. In the pants pocket he found a short note. It was unsigned, but somehow he could tell it came from Desiree 

‘Figured you may need this. If you ever wanna have some fun, or need another wish granted, you know where to find me. See you around ghost-stud~’ 

Danny smirked cockily as he changed into his new clothing. He hadn’t been expecting to hook up with Desiree, or any of his ghostly enemies, but he had definitely had a lot of fun. He’d probably leave that part out when he explained what happened to the others though. He was pretty sure Sam and Jazz wouldn’t appreciate him sleeping with a ghost. He finally finished putting on his new clothing, and swaggered out the door of the locker room, just as the school bell went off. Huh. Guess school was over. 

“Danny!” a trio of familiar voices yelled out, running over to the halfa. Danny smiled widely as he saw his best friends Tucker and Sam, and his sister Jazz, running over to him. It had only been a day since this whole thing started, but it felt like it had been ages since he had gotten to see them. As the three caught up with Danny they began to all speak at once, each asking questions about what had happened. Danny grinned slightly, raising his hands as if in defeat

“Ok, ok! I know there's a lot to ask but one at a time guys!” Danny said with a confident, friendly smile

“Fine then, I’ll go first. What the hell is going on!” Jazz said, slightly freaked out “We have a little sister all of a sudden! And you’re the size of a truck, and, and-” Jazz started to slightly hyperventilate, the sudden uncertainty of reality itself startling the stable girl. Danny, seeing his older sister, was distressed, placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, hey. I know it's strange but it’s going to be ok. I promise.” Danny said, his voice both comforting and confident. This slowed Jazz’s breathing back to normal, but still seemed unnerved

“Danny you’re… you’re taller than me.” She noted, looking at him with confusion. He smiled, a light blush on his face as he did.

“Yeah I am. It’s a long story, but I promise, it’s nothing bad.” Danny said

Over the next 10 minutes Danny carefully explained what had happened that day, while tactfully leaving certain, more inappropriate encounters to himself. Danny noticed that he was a lot better at public speaking than he had been before all of this began. Maybe it was all the pep talks he had to give his teammates in this version of reality, or maybe it was just his new confidence, but he seemed to command the room itself with ease. He went over his wish, his encounter with Desiree, the strange alternate world he had found himself in, and how he had decided not to fully reverse the wish, and instead made a number of other wishes to make things better. By the end of the story all three of the others were staring at Danny in shock. 

“Danny… Are you an idiot!? ” Jazz yelled, startling Danny

“What? What did I do?” He asked, despite suspecting what this was about.

“You can’t just… mess with reality like that! I’ll admit, the way things are in this new world is nice, but… what about the butterfly effect! All of this could have unimaginable consequences!” She noted. Danny got a determined look on his face, not wanting to argue but knowing he had to defend his decision.

“Yeah, but that's true about literally everything we do. There are always unintended consequences. I mean, I once almost ended the world by cheating on a test!” Danny said, “Look, I know what I did was risky, and unconventional, but It’s already done. And anything bad that comes up, we can deal with together.” Danny said “... I at least want to try this way. I like it. We can always wish it back if we really need to.” Danny noted. Jazz went to rebuttal… only to realize she didn’t really have one.

“... you’ve got a lot better at arguing in the last 24 hours.” Jazz said with a slight glare, “Just… promise you’ll be careful? Even if you’re 7 feet tall now, you’re still my little brother, and I need to protect you.” She said with a slight smile. Danny smiled back, glad to have Jazz on his side.

“Only 6’8, but pretty close.” he joked playfully, making Jazz snicker.

“Uh, hey, we’re still here!” Tucker said, he and Sam still clearly upset.

“Oh! Uh, sorry. Kind of got caught up in the moment.” Danny admitted, slightly embarrassed

“Yeah, while we’re kind of losing it over here,” Sam said with a glare, “Look, I get why you wanted to do all that, but you know as well as I do that these wishes never work out. Even if you found a loophole, it could still backfire. Plus that's not even going into the issues of free will.” Sam noted. Danny knew she was talking about the time she accidentally wished she and Danny never met.

“And if you were going to make these wishes, why not make some for us man!? I would love to be all buff and popular!” Tucker said, earning a glare from Sam.

“Tucker, that's not the point!” She scolded.

“Maybe for you it isn’t…” he muttered.

“Whoa, ok!” Danny said, trying to stop the argument, “Look, I know what I did was… kind of stupid, I get that. But what's the harm in at least seeing if things workout this way? None of the wishes I made hurt anyone, or messed with a person's free will. Well, the one I made about Dash and Kwan not bullying people did a little, but I only made it so they can’t hurt them, not that their opinion on them has changed.” Danny noted. “And we’re friends with Dash and Kwan in this world, you know they’re both happier like this. Look, I know that we shouldn’t just play with reality, but please just trust me and give this a chance.” Danny said, starting to genuinely plead to them. Sam and Tucker exchanged a look… and sighed.

“Fine. We trust you Danny. But if you get to make more wishes please make me into a jock! Or at least give me a hot girlfriend!” Tucker half joked.

“Or maybe make everyone vegan,” Sam said with a slight smirk, one that got a gasp of horror from Tucker and a joyful laugh from Danny. “... You really do look good Danny. I mean, you always looked good, but now you look more… confident. It’s nice.” Sam said, a slight, almost imperceptible blush on her face. Danny blushed too. With his new experience with girls, he almost thought for a second that Sam was… no, that was ridiculous. They were just friends. He was sure it meant nothing, even if he was feeling strangely flustered.

“Uh… thanks.” Danny said with a slight smile. Suddenly Danny heard another person yelling his name.

“Hey, Danny! Where have you been bro?” Danny turned around to see Dash confidently walking his way, a confident smirk on Dash’s face. Danny felt a similar smirk cover his face as Dash came closer, the two jocks fist bumping each other.

“Hey Dash. Looking good,” Danny said cooly, getting a proud grin from his old friend

“Thanks man! You look good too. Bigger. I’m going to assume that's a ghost thing?” Dash said

“Yeah. It's nothing to worry about though bro,” Danny assured Dash, who he could tell was slightly worried about Danny under his suave facade.

“That's good,” Dash said. He looked over at Tucker and Sam, who were staring at Dash in absolute shock. Danny kind of understood. Even with memories from both timelines, it was still a little weird to watch Dash be so… nice! “Hey Tucker, Sam, what's up? I got something on my face?” Dash asked, to which they both just shook their heads no. “Alright then. I’ve gotta go, there's a cheerleader waiting for me in my car. See you dudes later!” Dash said with a playful wink before strutting off.

“That… is going to take some getting used to.” Sam admitted. Danny just grinned.

“Yeah, it will. But I think we can handle it.” Danny said “Now, I think Jazz and I ought to get going. We’ve got a very confused clone/little sister waiting for us to pick her up from school.” He noted. Jazz’s eyes widened as she realized he was right.

“Oh gosh, you’re right! We’ve got to go!” she said, grabbing Danny by the wrist and dragging him toward the parking lot, somehow able to still move him easily despite his new size. Danny just grinned and waved goodbye to Sam and Tucker. Things were really different now, and it would take some getting used to… but Danny didn’t mind.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Deep in the ghost zone, the ghostly master of time, Clockwork, observed Danny through a ghostly portal. His hand tightened around the staff in his hand, a pensive look on his face “... Oh Daniel…” Clockwork whispered “What have you done?”

Chapter Text

In the two weeks since Danny had become a jock, he had experienced a lot of things that the old him couldn’t have even dreamed of. It wasn’t just the almost endless sex – though Danny had to admit that was truly incredible – it was also just how confident Danny felt in his own skin. Danny had never really hated his old life, at least not seriously. Sure he got frustrated with the bullying, the constant ghost attacks, the difficulties of keeping his identity secret, the government, his ex-girlfriend and his own parents hunting him, but overall he did have a good life. He had close friends, a caring sister, a loving (if somewhat clueless) family, and had gotten to experience things most people never even dreamed possible. But one thing Danny had never had before was confidence. He had never really felt comfortable in his own skin, but now he didn’t just feel comfortable with his body, he was damned proud of it! Why wouldn’t he be after all, when he was basically a walking adonis? His new sense of confidence was definitely one of the best parts of his new life. That, and the sex. That part was really great.

He wasn’t sure if his new body just had a higher libido than he had before, or if the new memories of – and actual experiences with – sex had awakened something inside of him, but either way he’d been having sex non-stop since his transformation. Including right now. He and Kwan, who he distinctly remembered hooking up with a few times before, had decided to mess around a little after wrestling practice, with Danny currently fucking and pounding Kwan ass, his dick hard and throbbing as he repeatedly thrust it in and out of Kwan’s hole with intense fervor. Danny smirked slightly as he fucked the other jock, the sweaty, manly muscles of Danny’s pecs rubbing against Kwan’s broad back. He spoke, his voice deep and breathy as he continued to quickly fuck Kwan.

“Fuck, dude… you have a tight ass, bro.” Danny said with a slight chuckle, his balls slapping against Kwans own as they did. Kwan laughed slightly, shuddering as Danny kept going in and out of him.

“You say that every time dude… you know, one of these days I’m going to best you and fuck your ass.” Kwan said, stifling a moan, not wanting them to be caught fucking in the locker room. Danny vaguely remembered having made a deal with Kwan that whoever pinned the other the most times during wrestling practice would get to fuck the other afterwards. Danny smirked cockily as he remembered that he had won every time so far.

“Oh like you don’t love this.” Danny teased as he started to move faster, eventually dumping his load inside of Kwan’s beefy ass “Now hurry up, we’ve got to an assembly to get to.” Danny said, taking Kwan’s cock in one of his huge hands and stroking him off till the asian jock finished. 

After a bit of clean up and some light groping, Kwan and Danny each strut over to their respective lockers, a satisfied smirk on Danny’s face as he did. He opened up his locker and pulled out his new clothes, an especially revealing outfit he had bought after his recent ‘growth spurt.’ it wasn't the outfit Desiree left him, no. Rather, it was a different outfit. It too was similar to what he wore in the original timeline, only… it was more undersized on his frame. His white shirt with a large red oval in the middle had been replaced with a similarly styled tank top with the colors inverted. Instead of pants he wore fairly tight and short athletic shorts that did little to hide his bulge, and his lettermans jacket tied around his waist in case it got cold. The tank top almost seemed to be meant for someone far younger than Danny as it rode up by quite a few inches and pressed against his muscular torso. Satisfied with his look, Danny swagger out of the locker room and over to the school's auditorium, where an assembly was going to be held, though he couldn’t quite remember what for. As he strutted towards the theatre, he felt a blast of cold air leave his lips. Guess he was going to be late. Sam and Tucker could always just tell him what happened at the assembly anyways. He ran into an empty hallway and transformed. One moment he was Danny Fenton, jock extraordinaire, and the next he was Danny Phantom, the surprisingly muscular ghost superhero. There was a second where he felt the overly snug hazmat suit envelope his body again. God he loved his new suit. It wasn’t entirely… appropriate, with how tight it was, but he loved how it felt on his body, like it could give at any moment. Happy with his tight supersuit, Danny flew out of the school, ready to kick some butt.

“... Girls, do you dream of being a princess?”

“No.” Sam said, her voice deadpanned and bored. She sighed. Apparently the school assembly was just to announce some stupid beauty pageant. 

“Of wearing beautiful gowns and jewelry?” The blonde woman on the stage continued, showing off her large emerald ring.

“No.” Sam repeated while a number of other students cheered. God these things were so stupid. They were popularity contests designed to be degrading to women and show off disgusting opulence and wealth. She was grateful she had never been forced to be in one.

Although, for a moment, that felt… off . Hadn’t she participated in-

“Of charming and beguiling that special prince?” The blondes continued speech shook Sam from her thoughts, making her scowl slightly

“And gag,” She said, forgetting what she had just them thinking about in her disgust

“I’m Dora Mattingly,” the strangely familiar blonde said with a perfect sweet smile “and I want to make sure that dream comes true for one of you sweet young ladies!” she said as she walked over to a yellow rope and pulled it, revealing a large sign that read ‘Miss Teenage Happy Princess Beauty Pageant.’ in disgustingly prissy font. While the other students cheered, Sam couldn’t help but wince. She felt a familiar sense of disgust in her gut… and an odd sense of deja-vu she couldn’t quite place.

“That's why I’m bringing my ‘Miss Teenage Happy Princess Beauty Pageant right here to your school!” Dora said happily, once again distracting Sam

“I hate this more than I hate the morning sun,” she groaned. God she wished Danny was here. He’d probably agree with Tucker that beauty pageants were fine, but at least he wouldn’t treat her like she was being crazy.

“Danny would love this!” Tucker said, trying to get the attention of Dora Mattingly as she tried to pick who would be the judge “Where is Danny anyways?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Above the school, Danny was facing off against the ghost he had sensed earlier, a large ghostly executioner who looked like he belonged at a renaissance fair. As he dodged the ghost attacks and split into two to avoid his large axe, Danny smirked slightly

“Hey, if you needed something, you could have just axed . Get it? Axed?” Danny said with a slight snicker, his sense of humor not having improved with his body. The unamused executioner threw a rope around Danny’s feet and began to quickly drag him towards the school. Danny scowled. His first fight post-wish and he was losing badly. Weren’t muscles supposed to help in fights? And why did this strange executioner guy seem so… familiar? 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Our princess must appeal to the masses,” Dora said, explaining her criteria for picking the judge “so she will be chosen by a common boy! Someone average and bland” She said, before she quickly went down the line of hopefuls, eliminating them one by one.

“Too popular.” She said to Dash, whose face fell.

“Too athletic.” She said to Kwan, who Dash patted on the shoulder

Suddenly Danny, turning back into a human as he was dragged through the ceiling of the auditorium by a ghost, landed on the stage. Dora looked at him in confusion for a moment before speaking.

“While I appreciate the enthusiasm, you’re sadly too popular and too athletic.” She said, before making her way to move on. She paused for a moment, looking at Danny with something akin to recognition, before shaking her head and moving on. Danny himself felt a strange sense of deja vu as he got to his feet and Dash helped him off the stage. Did he know that woman? He was still adjusting to having two sets of memories, so it was possible, but he didn’t recall meeting her in either timeline.

“Too nerdy.” Dora said, causing a red headed nerdy kid who Danny recognized as Mikey to wilt. She stopped at Tucker “Too…”

“Handsome? Smart? Intelligent?” Tucker said with a smirk

“Annoying.” Dora said with a frown “But you’re the closest thing to average this school seems to have, so I suppose you’ll have to do.”

She gestured to Tucker “Here is your new judge! Regrettably…” She said, muttering that last part. As Tucker cheered Sam could swear he heard Dora mutter ‘My brother is going to be so mad at me’ under her breath, but she couldn’t really tell over Tucker's cheers of joy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Later, Tucker, Danny, Dash and Kwan were walking through the halls of Casper High, which were now covered in decorations as the pageant quickly took over the school.

“Hi Tucker!” A number of girls said flirtatiously as the increasingly smug technogeek walked by. Paulina and Star ran up, the former carrying a plate of cookies in her hand

“Hi Tucker, I made you these cookies,” She said with an overly sweet smile

“I did your math homework!” The latter said, Is presenting some filled worksheets to him.

“Ladies, ladies, please.” Tucker said, absolutely loving the attention “You can’t influence the judge with cookies or… wait, is that all the homework sheets for the next semester? How did you even get those?” Tucker asked “Nevermind, don’t tell me, I’ll just take them.” Tucker said eagerly

Danny frowned “Tucker, maybe this isn’t such a good idea.” he said, noting the amount of angry glares Tucker was receiving from every guy in school, Dash, Kwan and him excluded. Tucker frowned.

“What do you mean Danny? This whole thing is great! I’m finally popular like you guys.” he said, grinning wide “And who cares about what those guys think? No ones going to try anything when I have the 3 biggest guys in school as my bodyguards!” Tucker said

“Bodyguards?!” Dash, Kwan and Danny said simultaneously, each confused.

“That's right! I hereby name you three, Tucker’s Knights!” Tucker said

“I’m not sure I like the name.” Kwan admitted “But it is a fun idea. And it gives us a chance to hang out.” He said with a smile 

“I’m not sure he’ll need a bodyguard anyways though. The girls would probably tear anyone who put a hand on Tucker apart.” Dash said with a slight laugh, one which Danny actually went along with.

“Oh yeah,” Danny then added, “You should be careful though Tuck. When this competition is over and you've already picked a winner, all of the girls who you didn't vote for will be enraged and will be hunting you down like a game animal, then rip you to shreds!”

This made the proud geek frown,

“Well, yeah, but until then all the girls will want to date us. Well, me. All the girls already wanted to date you three.” Tucker said, half joking. Kwan and Dash chuckled, but Danny could sense a bit of actual resentment in Tucker's tone. Tucker had been a little jealous since Danny had been transformed into a jock. Maybe Danny made the wrong choice by not wishing to change Tucker too? 

‘Either way,’ Danny thought as Tucker flirted with a black haired girl named Ashely ‘it is nice to see him enjoying himself.’

“Ok. I’ve got Ashely at seven. That means I should be free around 9 for…” Tucker looked through his PDA, only for the four teenagers to be shocked at who they saw come up.

“Sam!?” The four said simultaneously

“Yes, Sam.”

The four turned around and saw the Goth there, staring at her as though she legitimately lost her mind. Frowning, she spoke, “I signed up for the stupid pageant.. Then, the entire school seemed to gasp, except the four teenagers, who then nervously broke out into laughter.

“What is this, April Fool's day?” Danny asked as he and the others began to assume this was an actual joke. 

“You hate this contest!” Dash noted, still chuckling slightly

“Are we sure she isn’t possessed?” Kwan whispered, legitimately concerned

“I’m not doing this to win, I’m doing this to make a statement.” Sam explained with a glare

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Well here's a statement,” Dora said, gesturing to Sam in front of all the other contestants, who were gathered on the football field.

“It says ‘I’ll never win in this outfit!” She finished, getting snickers from the other girls and a glare from Sam, “Still, Ms. Manson has a point.” Dora continued, surprising Sam “You girls are unique individuals with strong opinions and independent minds!”
“You’re darn right we are!” Sam said

“It’s my job to make you forget that and mold you into happy little princesses!” Dora said, getting cheers from all the girls except Sam. Sam sighed. Why couldn’t Danny have wished to make the female side of the school a little less shallow too? If he was going to make Dash and Kwan nice it only seemed fair he did something to help the girls too. As the contestants began to go through some rudimentary eloquence training – except for Sam, who decided to read a book instead of carrying one around on her head – the boys sat in the stands nearby. 

“Dating her Saturday.” Tucker said, pointing at one girl “And her Sunday!” he said, pointing at another girl. Dash, Kwan and Danny shared a look. They were all for having fun with girls, but the three of them also knew from first hand experience that sudden popularity could be a double edged sword, especially if you didn’t know how to handle it

“Uh, Tucker-” Danny said, wanting to talk to his tech loving friend about reigning it in before a blast of cold air left his lips. “Oh no.” he said

Suddenly the executioner ghost burst through the wooden stands and jumped out onto the field. “Shit. Cover for me guys.” Danny said. Kwan, Dash and Tucker all nodded, before surrounding Danny on all sides and allowing him to transform without being seen. Danny quickly jumped into the fight, shooting the ghost with an ecto-blast.

On the other side of the field the girls, not having seen the ghost (or in the case of some of the more competitive girls flat out ignoring the dangerous ghost) were still doing their exercises, Dora doing a ‘smile check’ or sorts. When it came to Sam's turn she grinned wide, revealing a set of fake vampire teeth that Dora made her spit out with a glare. As the girls split off into duos to do each other's makeup (with Sam and Paulina being paired together, to both of their regrets), Danny flew around the field keeping the girls, and a number of gawking guys, from being caught up in the fight. As Sam wiped off the makeup and proceeded to the next part of the training, she noticed the nagging feeling that had been bothering her on and off all day return. Seriously, what was that? Why did she keep getting this strange sense of… deja vu? She was shaken from her thoughts by Dora’s yelp of pain when Sam accidently stepped on her foot, followed by an almost growl-like sound and, for just a moment, what appeared to be a snake's tongue. OK, that was it for Sam. Something strange was going on here.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So, there was something up with Dora?” Danny asked as he, Tucker and Sam sat at lunch. Usually Danny switches between sitting with his friends at the A-lister table and sitting with Sam and Tucker, but Danny had wanted to sit with Tucker today to make sure no one beat him up. It wasn’t just them at that table today though. Star was currently giving Tucker a back massage, who was moaning loudly as she did.

“Yeah, like, ghostly weird.” Sam whispered, doing her best to ignore Tucker’s obnoxious moans.

“Look Sam, as much as I want to help, I think this might have to wait until the contest is over,” Danny said, noting the large number of guys glaring daggers at Tucker “If I’m not here to protect Tucker, things might go sideways quickly.” Sam, in turn, gave Danny a deadpanned glare.

“Seriously? Why not just ask Dash and Kwan to do it?” Sse said, angry Danny seemed to be ignoring her problem. Before Danny could answer, another blast of cold breath escaped his lips, and people went running as a ghost archer appeared and began to shoot glowing green arrows across the cafeteria. Danny, taking advantage of the chaos, jumped behind a standee and transformed into a ghost. “Guess our conversation will have to wait till later,” Sam said, jumping out of the way of a number of ghostly arrows.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“See! Even without him as the judge, the ghost boy is distracted protecting his friend!” Dora said into her large green ring, a ghostly figure on the other side of the smooth surface, “The ring masks my ghostly presence from his senses, so he suspects nothing!”

“Which is more that I can say for the girl,” The mysterious ghost in the reflection of her ring said bitterly, “Perhaps next time you should walk up to her and scream ‘I’m a ghost!” He said, sneering cruelly. Dora paled considerably, her voice shaking slightly as she spoke.

“Please, please forgive me brother! I didn’t think-”

“You’re not supposed to think! You’re supposed to keep her away from the ghost boy until showtime! Why did you say the judge had to be a bland nobody anyways? This would have worked much better if he were the judge!” He scolded angrily

“I-I don’t know!” Dora said honestly. She couldn’t quite remember what she had been thinking when she said the judge had to be a plain, normal boy. For a moment she could almost remember seeing the ghost boy as a scrawny, unathletic teen, but… that didn't make sense. Waving away the strange sense of deja vu, Dora continued “I’m sorry brother, I-”

“I don’t care for your excuses! Just do it!” The ghostly figure said viciously before his reflection disappeared. Sam, who had been hiding behind a part of the set piece for the contest, frowned. She was right, there was definitely something ghostly going on here.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Wait.” Tucker said to Danny, Dash and Kwan as the four of them were backstage of the soon to be starting pageant, “let me just savor my last few moments of dateability.”

“You know, girls aren’t that hard. You could probably get one if you worked out a bit and stopped talking about tech all the time. Or hell, find a girl who's into tech,” Dash suggested.

“My last few moments…” Tucker said solemnly, making it clear he had no intention of working out or toning down his geekiness,“I’m going to miss this.”

Sam, seeing Danny and the others, ran up to him “Danny! You can’t let Tucker go out there. Dora is a-” 

Tucker interrupted her with a groan, “A what? An insult to modern women? A callback to the dark ages?” Tucker said, clearly annoyed with Sam, who glared right back at him. Before either could say more, a familiar puff of cold air left Danny’s mouth as the executioner ghost appeared once more.

“Speaking of the Dark ages…” Danny muttered, before jumping into action.

“Danny, wait!” Sam cried, before realizing a certain blonde was right behind her. She spun around and grinned nervously ,“Oh! Ms. Mattingly. I didn’t hear you.” She said, trying to get the others' attention only to find Tucker too busy flirting and Dash and Kwan too busy holding back the crowds of girls who wanted to see Tucker before the contest officially began.

“You’d be surprised at how dainty your footsteps can be, when you don’t wear combat boots!” Dora yelled, before daintily clearing her breath.

As Danny fought both the executioner and the archer above, the pageant began, Mr Lancer singing a somewhat embarrassing song as the girls paraded out onto the stage.

“Uh, Miss Mattingly? I just realized, I’m not cut out to be a princess.” Sam said, trying to escape “So, I’ll just be going-” Suddenly Dora grabbed Sam’s wrist, her large green necklace glowing as she did

“Nowhere. You’ll be going nowhere.” Dora said, her voice no longer light and kind but dark and enraged. As the necklace she wore glowed a bright green, she began to transform, her dress tearring and shoes disappearing, thin legs and gentle hands replaced by large scales and vicious claws. In moments Dora Mattingly was gone, and a ferocious blue dragon stood in her place.

As the clock struck eight and the pageant began, the ghost Danny had been fighting suddenly flew off, leaving a very confused Danny behind “... What the heck is going on!?” he asked. It took him a moment to realize the time “Oh great. Now I’m going to be late to the pageant…”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The contest continued, Tucker flirting with each girl as they showed off their talent, Danny, Kwan and Dash sitting behind him in the front row as they watched the show. The moment Sam walked onto the stage Danny could tell something was off, and not just the strange sense of deja vu he kept getting throughout the day.

“Uh, my talent is… Goth Haiku,” Sam said, not having actually prepared a talent and in a slight panic that Dora might eat her. Strangely it was Kwan who noticed something was wrong “

Haiku? Sam doesn’t like haikus. She thinks they’re basic!” He said. Dash and Danny looked at him in confusion, and Kwan blushed “She took me to her poetry night once…” Kwan said, embarrassed. On stage, Sam began her poem, whispering between each line ‘Dora’s a ghost.’ Only Tucker could hear her from that distance though, and he clearly wasn’t paying attention. She rolled her eyes and finished her poem by frustratingly saying outright “Dora is a ghost!”

“Dora is a ghost? That's a weird way to end a poem. I mean, it is 5 syllables, so it works with the haiku, but it doesn’t really fit the theme.” Kwan noted. Danny and Kwan once again stared at him, both of them giving him a look. Suddenly Kwan understood, “Oh! I get it! Dora’s a ghost!” he said, but then realized what was going, “... oh no.” Kwan said, finally realizing how much trouble they were all in. Danny ran up on the stage as Dora lead Sam to the platform.

“And the winner of our competition, as decided by our judge, is… Sammantha Manson!” Dora decreed. A gasp went throughout the field, and Tucker looked confused.

“I haven't turned in my decision yet! What's going on?” Tucker asked. 

The entire school watched in shock as Dora placed an emerald studded crown on Sam’s head… and disappeared in a flash of light. The four guys looked on at this in absolute shock..

Deep in the ghost zone, the strangely dressed ghost from earlier stood in a strange castle, looking down at the people below “My loyal subjects, at long last the wait is over! Your prince has finally selected his bride!” He announced. Sam, who appeared with Dora in another flash of light, reeled back in shock.

“Bride!?!?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Oh cheer up dear, you’re going to be a princess!” Dora, or rather Princess Dorathea said to Sam as she tightened the corset Sam had been forced to wear.

“Cheer up?! I’ve just been hauled off into the ghost zone to marry a stranger!” She yelled. Sam tried again to make a run for it, only for the crown she was wearing to project a forcefield to stop her “... and lets not forget this lovely feature of my crown: it won't come off!” she screamed. Dorathea laughed, a practiced, joyless laugh, before speaking.

“It’s no use child. Only Price Aragon can remove the tiara. You are bound to him forever! Isn’t that wonderful?” She said happily. Sam scowled.

“While Prince Aragon needs to get his head out of his a-” She paused as she saw the glare on Dorathea’s face “... the middle ages. It’s the twenty-first century!” She said

“Not here,” Dorathea said, gesturing to Sam’s now broken wrist watch “In this realm of the Ghost Zone, all time stands still.” Dorathea explained. Sam, confused, checked the wristwatch she was wearing, it seemed to tick normally, but… the hand kept hovering at the same moment, almost as if time itself was frozen in a single moment. Time… why did that seem important. There was the deja vu again. “And not that you care, but this isn’t fun for me either. I need to make you into a princess, or the prince will have my head!” Dorathea said nervously as two ghostly attendants flew in and dropped a frilly pink dress on Sam. Dorathea sighed “We’re both doomed…”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You’re doomed, Foley, you hear!” Star yelled, pounding on the door of the mens bathroom “And you’re not getting off scot free babe!” She yelled at Kwan, who was currently holding the men’s bathroom shut with all his might. He, along with Dash and Danny, had grabbed Tucker and ran into the bathroom when the contestants, enraged at losing to Sam of all people, turned on Tucker. Kwan was using himself as a barricade, Dash was guarding the stall Tucker and Danny were in with Danny there in case the other two failed…

“You can’t hide in there forever!!” Paulina added, the two girls –  along with the rest of the contestants – out for Tucker’s blood .

“Step aside ladies.” A few of the less popular jocks said, storming up to the mens bathroom. They seemed just as enraged as the girls.“Even those three can’t protect that geek from all of us! ” he said, before kicking down the door. Inside were Dash, Kwan… and no one else. The lesser jocks and angry girls looked around, confused. “... Where did they go?” they asked, getting a simple shrug and a slight smirk from the two jocks.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“This is pointless.” Danny said, once again in his phantom form and stuffed alongside Tucker into the ghost zone exploration submarine, “We don’t even know if Sam is in the ghost zone, much less where.” he said worriedly. Suddenly the dash of the futuristic sub lit up, reading ‘real world item detected’ with an outline of Sam next to it 

“... and now we do!” Tucker said “On another note, why does your parents tech register people as items?” Tucker asked curiously

“I have no idea.” Danny said with a tired sigh as he drove towards where the ship senses Sam. The two gasped as they went through a medieval looking door and into another section of the ghost zone. 

“Well, weird as it may be, at least your parents' tech is reliable.” Tucker said, patting the console right before the entire sub lost power and began to plummet out of the sky. The two boys screamed as the ship landed on, or rather crashed into, a ghostly forest, just outside of a menacing looking castle.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Ow!” Sam yelped as Dorathea tried to shove her feet into what appeared to be glass slippered “Who has actual glass slippers? I thought those were only in fairy tales!” Sam said, wincing as the shoes pinched her feet “and, why does the prince want to marry a human anyways?” She asked. Sam was now wearing a pink dress, along with a number of other renaissance-looking accessories that she clearly didn’t enjoy. Dorathea sighed slightly.

“My brother wants to possess that which no one else has, a human bride,” She said with a sigh,

 “That's why I was originally supposed to make your friend the judge. My brother thought surely a half ghost could select a perfect human bride. But I had never seen him before, and for some reason I thought he was much scrawnier…” Dorathea then let out another sigh as she continued, “So I picked your other friend as a judge in hopes of distracting him, and picked you as the bride because I figured you must be the perfect human bride if the half ghost wants you.” Dorathea said.

Sam looked at Dorothea with shock, a slight blush on her face ,“Even if Danny was into me, which he’s not, picking me based on that, heck doing any of this based around Danny makes about as much sense as… as…” Suddenly the glass slippers Sam was wearing shattered, causing her to fall back down in pain.

“About as much sense as glass slippers…” Dorathea said, sweeping away the glass and, in a rare show of compassion, bandaging Sam’s feet. “... But the prince always gets what he wants.” Dorathea said, before leaving.

“Oh really?” Sam said with a smirk, eying an ink well with an old, feather-based fountain pen in it, “Then I’ll just have to be what he doesn’t want!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Back in the forest with Danny and Tucker, the jock and technogeek were crawled out of the wreckage, Tucker checking his PDA “What happened?” Tucker asked

“I don’t know.” Danny admitted, rolling one of his massive shoulders as he stood up “It’s like the ship just stopped working.”

“My PDA too.” Tucker noted, looking over his PDA and finding it wasn’t working, despite being unbroken, “Is this a tech free zone or something?”

“Oh Man…” Danny said, seeing a poster pinned to a nearby tree announcing a royal wedding between Prince Aragon and Sam the human. “We have bigger problems,” he said, tearing the poster off the tree with a scowl. The two rushed towards the castle, determined to save Sam.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the castle, Prince Aragon sat on his throne at the head of a long royal table. The room was, in a word, dead, with rotting food all across the table and bored ghostly nobles sitting silently. The prince scowled. “Enough with this merry-making, bring me my bride! Now!” he demanded. A ghostly horn trumpeted, and the doors at the end of the mess hall opened to reveal Sam, currently hidden by the shadows.

“Are you ready to Par-tay!” Sam said, a mocking glee in her voice “Here comes, the bride!” She said, jumping out of the dark to reveal her outfit, now torn and dyed black, decorated with parts of a knight's outfit in a way that made Sam look like a gothic-punk goddess. She looked like something out of a goth metal rave! Aragon’s jaw dropped as Dorathea ran up to Sam, grabbing her by the arm frantically.

“Please, I’m begging you! Don’t-” Sam shook her off, a wild and defiant look in her eyes

“Food! Cool! I’m starving!” Sam yelled with the gusto of a professional wrestler, before jumping onto the table and begging to throw the rotten food around at the nobles, messily eating the food that was still good before spitting it out at the offended nobles.

“Dorthea!” Aragon yelled angrily, glaring daggers at his terrified sister “What is the meaning of this!?”

“Uh, um, p-pre-wedding jitters?” Dorathea said weakly. Suddenly Sam jumped forward, and burped loudly in the prince's face.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Back outside the castle, Danny and Tucker approached the entrance, only to be met with two familiar ghosts. “These guys again!?” Danny yelled in exasperation as he started to fight the ghostly executioner and archer. Despite the recent upgrade, Danny still found himself being bested by the duo, barely dodging their attacks “Uh, Tucker? A little help!” He yelled, blasting away a ghostly arrow as it almost hit him

“Ok! Uh, I’ll use my PDA to… to… uh… Oh useless technology!” Tucker yelled before angrily throwing his PDA, straight into the face of the archer, who was quickly knocked out. Tucker looked at the defeated ghost in shock for a moment before grinning, “Yes! Tech wins again! Is there anything you can’t do,” He said, however, he then paused, “... wait, why does that feel..” he shook his head. He could deal with the weird deja vu he was currently feeling later. Danny still needed help.

Meanwhile Danny, using his increased speed and strength, managed to dodge the executioner’s attack. The executioner threw his rope again, only for Danny to catch it in one fist, pull him close, and punch the large axe carrying spector out. “... Sorry dude, you’ve been axed! Knew I had another axe pun in me.” Danny said with a smirk as he flew down to Tucker. “Now come on, we’ve got to get to Sam!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sam, as it happened, was actually having the time of her life. She was currently hanging off a large tapestry and chugging a chalice of what she was hoping was mead, while the impressed  nobles cheered. Turns out a little chaos was a welcome change in pace, at least for most. Aragon still wasn’t happy. He looked at his sister, rage literally burning deep in his bright red eyes, “Can you not do anything right sister! Control her!”

Sam glared at Aragon. She wasn’t a huge fan of Dorathea, but still, what a prick. She noticed the chandelier hanging over them and smirked. “I’ve always wanted to do this…” She said, before jumping onto the chandelier and swinging away, screeching madly like an out of control diva.

“I’ve always wanted to do that too…” Dorathea quietly admitted. Her brother, no longer listening, scratched like an unruly child  

“Guards! Get her!” He commanded, four guards rushing in. 

Sam simply smirked and, upon landing on a giant roast pig, literally surffed the pig across the table and landed on the guards, screaming “Most pit!” like a battle cry. The crowd of nobles cheered, much to Aragon’s disdain. Aragon pushed through the crowd, eye twitching as he glared at Sam

“To the dungeons with her!” He yelled, only to be met with a mocking smile

“But sweetie, what about our wedding? This tiara bonds us forever, remember?” She said with a sickeningly sweet smirk.

“YOU ARE NOT FIT TO WEAR IT!” Aragon said, forgetting himself in his rage and reaching for the crown. Before he could however, a masked figure pulled Sam out of the way and into his arms.

“Hey! Let me go!” She said, beating her hands into his large and… strangely familiar chest. 

Danny stripped off his mask, a coy smirk on his face, “Sam, it’s me. I’m here to rescue you!” Danny exclaimed. Sam blushed for a moment, before scowling 

“I don’t need your rescuing Danny, I was doing fine on my own- Ah.” Sam yelped as, with the crown still on, she was out of Danny's arms and back into the palace when he tried to carry her across the threshold. Danny turned in shock to see Sam was still trapped, and now was being grabbed by Prince Aragon.

“You insolent child! No one steals Prince Aragon’s bride!” He yelled as Sam struggled in his grasp.

“B-but I thought you didn’t even want her!” Dorathea said, confused and panicked. Prince Aragon turned to Dorathea, pure hatred in his eyes.

“I thought I told you never to think! Ever!” he screamed as he began to transform, his neck snaking out, now covered in black scales. “You are to do…” he continued as his body grew bigger, thicker, and purple wings sprouted from his back. “...As… you’re…’ he struggled to get the last words out as his mouth morphed into a muzzle, his entire body now covered in obsidian black scales and literal flames burning in his mouth “Told!” He said, a long black tail emerging from his backside as his words devolved into a mad roar. Before them was no longer a prince, but a raging black dragon. 

One who was immediately pushed back by a powerful ecto-blast, one so strong the dragon toppled into the nearby wall. Danny floated above Sam and Dorathea, a look of anger and disgust on his face “Weddings canceled you pathetic scaly creep!”

Tucker, having decided to lean into the absurdity of the situation, grabbed a bow off the wall and began to launch pieces of technology from his backpack at the dragon, distracting it while Danny dealt another blow. Enraged, the dragon flew through the ceiling of the castle, taking the fight outside.

Danny, rushing to meet the dragon head on, was blasted back by a wave of blue fire that he was barely able to shield himself from. The dragon began to burn the forest before perching on top of the castle, and releasing an enraged roar.

Inside the castle, Sam turned on a panicked looking Dorathea, telling her, “Are you seriously just going to let your brother push you around like that? Push your people around like that? Look what he’s doing to your kingdom!”

Dorathea looked ashamed, but sighed. “What choice do I have? A princess isn’t supposed to think!” She said, gaining a shocked look from Sam that morphed into sympathy. “We just have to smile, look pretty and live happily ever after .” Dorathea’s tone betraying her own bitterness with her lot in life.

That’s when Sam asked, “Dorathea… look around. How happy ARE you?” Dorathea said nothing, but the way she bowed her head miserably said it all. Sam got a determined look on her face as the castle began to shake around them, crumbling in the battle “Listen to me Dorathea. Just because you’re a princess, just because you’re a girl, doesn’t mean you don’t get to make your own choices! You’re just as smart as your brother, not to mention just as powerful!” She said, trying to get Dorathea to understand.

Dorathea was quiet for a moment… before something occurred to her.“T-that's true. We do share the same power,” She said, looking at her dragon amulet as if realizing it belonged to her for the first time. “Which means… I should have the power…” She then grabbed the tiara on Sam’s head and pulled. “To do this!”

As Dorathea pulled, the emerald gem in the center of the tiara shattered, and the tiara finally fell off Sam’s head. The two girls looked at each other for a moment, and smiled… Before the shaking of the castle reminded them exactly where they were, “We need to get out of here and find your friends.” Dorathea said, grabbing Sam and pulling her near the exit, “I have an idea!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Ah! Danny yelled, turning intangible before another fireball could strike him. The fight wasn’t going so well. Even with his new stamina, Aragon was on an entire other level. Danny avoided another attack as Sam and Dorathea ran out of the castle and yelled up to him. “Half ghost boy! Catch!” Dorathea yelled, taking off her emerald necklace and tossing it up to him. 

Danny, confused, caught the necklace and looked down at the ghost princess “What am I supposed to do with this?” He asked.

“Just put it on! It’ll imbue you with a bit of my power!” Dorathea said, before beginning to float herself, her hand glowing green as she prepared her own ecto-blastm “Between my brother and I only one of us can turn into a dragon at a time. That doesn’t mean that I can’t give you an edge in this fight though. Put it on, and get ready. I’ll hold him off!” She then sent a blast at her beastly brother. “Archer Tucker, Sammantha, get to safe range!”

“Uh, it’s Sam.” Sam said before a piece of falling debris nearly crushed her and Tucker, “And we’re running!”

Danny looked at the necklace for a moment. Upon closer inspection the round emerald necklace was a black slit down the middle of it, making it look almost like a dragon's eye. He then remembered having to pry this necklace off of a Dragon version of Sam and grimaced. Still, he steeled his nerves. “... Here goes nothing.” Danny said, before putting on the necklace. The second it fell around his neck he felt as if every cell in his body was on fire. He shot up another foot in height and his chest puffed out as his skin began to be covered in silvery white scales. With a darker, dull green underbelly. His shoulders widened even more as the scales traveled across his body, and his large hands grew ectoplasm green talons. He felt a smirk cross his face as the change spread upwards, pushing out in an unnatural way till he resembled the dragon above, and a long flowing tail grew out of his backside. Danny looked down at himself, and gasped in shock. The muscular half ghost had been transformed into some sort of dragon-esque human, one with brilliant white scales, black wings, and a long, spiked tail. Danny felt himself blush slightly. The dragon transformation, along with the even bigger increase in muscle mass, made him look like had walked right out of a very kinky porn site. That or one of those intense fantasy novels. 

He got a determined look on his face as he heard Aragon roar once more. It was time to fight fire with fire. Dragon-Danny flew up to the enraged dragon, who was currently attempting to light his own sister on fire as she blasted him

“Dora you imbecile! What do you think you’re doing?!” He screamed, his voice rougher in dragon form but still annoyingly haughty.

“What I should have done ages ago! Protect my kingdom and myself from you!” Dora yelled, sending a large ectoblast at her reptilian brother's face.

“How dare you! I’ll have your head for this you- you-” Suddenly he spotted Danny, who was now flying next to Dora, both smirking as they did.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Danny said, before releasing a blast of fire at Aragon, sending him careening into the forest, which happened to be right next to where Tucker and Sam were taking cover. Aragon opened his eye only to find himself staring at Sam, and quickly snarled as he got to his feet.

“You! You’re the one who did this! Who filled her head with your… modern ideas !” He said, spitting out the last two words as if they were venomous.

“You might want to give some of those ideas a short asshole!” Danny said, flying straight at the dragon forcing him to the ground, despite their difference in size, “I think we all could do that a little bit more often.” He sent a smile at Sam as he pulled off Aragon’s necklace and tossed it to Dorathea.

“Apology accepted.” Sam said, smiling at Dragon-Danny.

“No!” Aragon said, his claw clutching where his necklace had been mere moments ago “Give that back!” he yelled, shooting fire from his mouth as he began to shrink. “I am your prince !” he yelled once more, shrinking smaller with each pathetic word. “You’re supposed to do as I command!” he whined, the fire from his mouth now nothing but smoke as he turned back into a humanoid ghost. Soon the four heroes were standing over the Prince, a terrified look in his eyes.

“Now brother, I think it’s high time you were punished for your abusive little tantrums. But first…” Dorathea then put the power of her NEW necklace to use as she turned back to her own unique dragon form, “It’s also time to bring this realm out of the Dark Ages!” She said, before releasing a fiery blast on the cloudy sky, sending the clouds away.

“Guys! Time is moving forwards, and my tech is working!” Tucker noted, showing them his now working PDA as the realm became sunny for the first time in sixteen hundred years.Sam even checked her watch. The hand was moving normally again!

Dorathea turned back into her more humanoid form, a content smile on her face. For a moment she paused, as if processing something, before turning to Danny, Tucker and Sam with a smile “Thank you three for saving this kingdom, and myself, again.” Dorathea said with a kind smile.

“Again? What do you mean-” Suddenly Danny remembered. They… they had already done this! They had gone on this adventure before. It was right before his second run in with Desiree, where Tucker had been turned into a halfa, and way before they had originally met Dani. It was as if the strange sense of deja vu that had been bugging them all day came back to hit them again all at once “Holy crap, we’ve already done this! What the heck is happening?” Danny asked

“While, my best guest is that someone has been messing with our timeline,” Dorathea explained, “Because of how long this realm stayed frozen in time, it’s especially sensitive to changes in the timeline. It would be the first place to experience any anomalies. You wouldn’t happen to know what might be causing this, would you, Danny?“ Dorathea said with a slightly accusing glare. 

Danny gave an apologetic smile, “I’m guessing you already know?”

“Of course. Ghosts aren’t as affected by Desiree’s wish granting power as humans or halfas are. That's part of why Desiree doesn’t just try to grant as many wishes as she can in here.” Dorathea explained, “I can recognize you, and the differences in your… physique, just fine.” She blushed a bit before continuing“Still, whatever happened I’m sure it was an accident. You three saved my realm twice now after all, I know you wouldn’t do anything to endanger it.” Dorathea said with surprising understanding, “I will say though, you must speak to Clockwork at once. If anyone knows how to prevent these kinds of mishaps from happening again, it would be him.” She said, her eyes suddenly draconic as her tone became slightly harsher, for just a moment.

“Will do ma’am.” Danny said with a slight, awkward chuckle. He then remembered that he was still in his strange dragon form “Oh, I should probably give this back to you.” Danny said, taking off the necklace and quickly reverting to his regular ghost form

“Hm… keep it.” Dorathea said, surprising Danny, “Last time I just locked my brother’s amulet in a tower anyways. Without him or I using it it’s much less powerful. Keep in, as a thank you. And… try not to be a stranger. That goes for all of you. It shouldn’t have taken a time anomaly for us to meet again.” She said with a sly smile. 

Danny nodded, grabbing onto Tucker and Sam before flying off. “We’ll keep that in mind. Thanks Princess Dorathea.” He said

“Oh please, Call me Dora.” She said with a smile and a wave, as they left “Oh, and Sam?” Dora said, catching the goths attention “... thank you.” She said, getting a rare smile from the goth before the three were gone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Soon the three were back in the human realm, and Casper High. Danny managed to get them back onto the stage hidden behind a standee… before the prop fell over and revealed all three of them. The girl's eyes immediately landed on Tucker, who smiled nervously.

“THERE HE IS!” Star yelled.

“Let’s scratch his eyes out with our perfectly manicured nails!” Paulina yelled, her nails somehow sharp even through her pink gloves.

“Wait, wait! I uh, oh god how did Danny get out of this the first time?” Tucker asked, backing up as the girl approached from all sides, “Oh! I, uh, never actually picked a winner!” Tucker said with a grin

Paulinsa paused, “You didn’t?” She asked, before smiling happily “I knew you’d come to your senses”

“Yeah, I have…” Tucker said with a grin, realizing he could still get some popularity out of this… until he felt his friends' disappointed glares and sighed, “And the winner is Sam again. Please don’t hurt me.”

The first person to give him applause was none other than his friend Danny. Tucker timidly placed the prize tiara on Sam’s head. Sam had an actual earnest smile on her head, “Alright… This is… I just have one thing to say right now.” However, she then yanked the tiara off her head and tossed it in the direction of a nearby garbage bin, traumatizing the other contestants! “This is stupid!” she said in her more normal, casual tone. Sam walked over to Danny and Tucker “You guys up for some food at Nasty Burger?” She asked. Danny just grinned.

“Sure, but you’re buying. It is the 21st century after all.” Danny said, He, Sam and Tucker walking off together

“Thanks for not letting them try and pluck out my eyes this time around.” Tucker said with a sigh of relief

“Eh, I have the feeling they’re not going to try anything this time around, considering they’re all trying to get into your best friend's pants.” Sam half joked, playfully elbowing a smirking Danny,

“Yeah, probably.” he admitted with a laugh, “So, things are repeating themselves. Probably because of all my wishes. What exactly are we going to do?” Danny asked. A part of him was dreading the answer he knew was coming ‘unwish your wishes.’ He knew they had a point, and that his wishes were hurting the timeline that they should probably turn things back, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t going to miss this.

“Eh, probably nothing.” Sam said, shocking Danny and Tucker “... what? Look, it’s not like he can wish everything back now anyways, since we don’t know where Desiree is. And I’m sure if things are really bad, Clockwork will show up soon with his whole mysterious lord of time thing. Either way, we can just enjoy this for now. We just got to keep our wits about us, recognize when things are looping, and listen to Clockwork if and when he shows up.” Sam said.

Danny grinned wide “Sam I could kiss you.” he said with a joyful grin. Sam blushed heavily, but before she could say anything, Dash and Kwan ran up

“Sam! Thank god you’re alright!” Kwan said, honestly worried in a way that shocked and touched Sam.

“What happened bro? Is everything ok?” Dash asked, looking at Danny worriedly. Danny smiled, trying to hide a slight pang of guilt under everything. He couldn’t tell Dash and Kwan everything, for obvious reasons… but he might as well fill them in on the basics.

“It’s a long story…” Danny admitted as the 5 friends headed to Nasty Burger, “And a little… repetitive.”

Chapter Text

The last two weeks had been more than a little annoying. It wasn’t that Danny hadn’t been enjoying himself, or that the thrill of being a massively muscular jock had worn off. Danny was fairly certain he’d never get tired of his new size. Even if he somehow suddenly went back to being seen as a loser, which would admittedly suck, he’d probably still be happy having huge muscles. It had been a little over a month since he made his wish, and he still would catch himself staring at his newfound bulk in the mirror, or subtly flexing as he sat in class. 

No, the problem wasn’t his new life, but his old one. Mainly that things had kept repeating, just like they had with the beauty pageant and Princess Dora. So far over the last two weeks he had repeated the killer garage sale incident where he had first battled Technus, had to deal with the GIW while proving that Sam’s new boyfriend Gregor was actually some guy named Elliot, and realized things were repeating just in time to stop Cujo from destroying Valerie’s life again, something he had specifically made sure hadn’t happened at all in the new timeline. While it was fun to see Cujo again, especially since he was now big enough to easily play with Cujo’s larger form without getting hurt, the repetition was getting on his nerves. What bothered him most was how hard it was to recognize when things were repeating. It was like there was some sort of mental block that kept people from realizing that things were repeating, one that they had only partially learned to get around. Tucker had managed to remember Technus during the garage sale incident, and the shock of learning Gregor was actually Elliot was enough for Sam to remember she already knew that, but both times it had taken till after the ghosts were defeated for Danny to remember it was an adventure he had already had. He was just grateful that he had remembered how to deal with Cujo.

The strangest part was that, despite all the strange time stuff going on, Clockwork was nowhere to be seen. Danny had gone looking for Clockwork, only to find his haunt all but empty. He had asked Dora about it, along with some of the other more friendly or harmless ghosts like the Dairy King, but no one seemed to know where the master of time had gone off to. It was pretty concerning for Danny, since Clockwork was not only the expert on time but one of Danny’s most powerful allies in general. If something had gotten to him, or something was distracting him from whatever was wrong with time, it had to be big. Still, there wasn’t much Danny could do without a place to even start, so for now he had resolved to let it go and do his best to deal with the loops.

Unfortunately for Danny, it seemed that old problems repeating themselves didn’t stop new ones from popping up either. Unless he and Dani had fought a very distressed-looking Johnny 13 before, which he was fairly certain they hadn’t.

“Look, Kid-” Johnny scowled as he dodged one of Dani’s attacks, “I’m not here to cause trouble! Tell the little squirt to back off!” He dodged yet another attack from Dani.

On the ground, a slightly vindictive Jazz cheered, clearly still angry about what Johnny had tried to do to her the first time they had met. “Kick his butt!” Jazz yelled, her eyes burning with rage. Danny however couldn’t help but notice something was off. Johnny was a troublemaker, and had been the entire time Danny had known him, but he usually didn’t cause trouble without a reason, even if that reason was only that he and his ghostly girlfriend Kitty had been fighting. Not only that, Johnny seemed legitimately distressed over something. He hadn’t even brought his bike, and he hadn’t used Shadow in the fight yet at all. Danny paused for a moment, before placing a hand on Dani’s shoulder.

“Danny! What are you doing?” she asked, taken aback by her brother holding her back.

“Danny! You’re supposed to beat him up!!” Jazz said angrily, now more upset and glaring daggers at both her brother and her (sort of) ex. 

“I know, I know but… I think he’s telling the truth. Something is wrong. I mean, it has to be serious. He didn’t even bring his bike,” Danny noted. Johnny sighed in relief.

“Yes! Exactly! Look, kid, I know we don’t exactly get along, but I… need your help,” he said, saying those last few words like they physically hurt him, “Someone kidnapped her! They kidnapped my baby!” 

Danny’s eyes widened slightly. Someone had kidnapped Kitty? Danny flew over to Johnny, putting one of his large hands on Johnny’s shoulder, who immediately grabbed Danny and started crying into his shoulder. “Please!” he said, “You gotta help me. I-I-I don’t know what I’ll be able to do without her!” He cried. Danny awkwardly patted Johnny on the back as he sobbed into his jumpsuit. For a moment Johnny pulled back, still sniffling, “Wait, where did you get so… not scrawny?” he asked, distracted for a second from this seemingly new piece of info.

“You didn’t even notice till now!?” Dani noted, “Man you really are broken up.”

“Of course I am! They took her from me!” Johnny said, switching between upset to suddenly enraged. Johnny then pulled back for a moment, calming down, “Uh, sorry about that. Anyways, your new size will actually help, since it’ll make you blend in better,” he noted

“Blend in?” Danny asked “Whoa, Johnny. Slow down. I want to help you but you still haven’t really explained what's going on. What do you need me to do?”Johnny sighed, still clearly anxious but doing his best to stay calm. “Look. I accidentally pissed off this group of ghostly bikers back in the ghost zone. They took her, and they’re holding her in their haunt. It’s basically a run down biker bar. It’s actually a pretty cool place, or would be if I was goddamn allowed inside,” he explained, “You key one jerks Harley and you’re marked for the rest of your afterlife.” He scowled a bit before continuing, “I need someone who can sneak into the bar, get past the bikers, and can fight if things get messy. Or in other words, I need a ghost they haven’t met, who can turn into a human in order to get past the bikers security, and has experience fighting ghosts if things go south.” Johnny said, grinning and shooting Danny two finger guns, “That's you.”

“Oh no! No no no no noooooo!” An angry Jazz said, finally making her way up from the street and to a nearby roof in order to interrupt the three flying ghosts' conversation. “I am NOT letting my little brother run off to a sketchy bar so that he can help my creepy ex! I wouldn't even do that if you weren’t a ghost!” Jazz gave a scowl of her own as she glared at Johnny, who looked legitimately afraid. Danny looked at Johnny and sighed. He couldn’t just ignore Johnny’s plea for help, or let Kitty just stay kidnapped. He turned to Jazz with a pleading look.

“Look, Jazz, I know you hate him, but it does seem like he could really use our help.” Danny said, “You can’t expect me to just ignore him when he needs help.”

Jazz glared at him for a moment… before sighing “Fine. I understand. But if this is happening, I’m coming with. I’m not leaving you alone with that guy, or letting him out of my sight!” Johnny gave an awkward smile at this, clearly more than a little afraid of Jazz.

Dani, on the other hand, couldn’t have looked happier. “Woo! Fenton siblings adventure!” She said eagerly, causing Danny to smile at her fondly. Dani had some trouble adjusting to her new role as a little sister at first, still feeling some insecurity about originally being a clone of Danny, but recently she seemed to have embraced that she now had a real, admittedly very strange, family. Even Jazz seemed to soften at Dani’s excitement, though only for a moment.

“Ok. Then it's decided. Danny and Johnny will infiltrate the bar and rescue the hostage, while Dani and I will wait outside the bar as backup in case you get caught.” She said, getting an annoyed look from Dani.

“What happened to not letting Johnny out of your sight?” Dani said with a pout.

Jazz gave Dani a slightly deadpan look before answering.“I don’t even want Danny going into that bar, do you really think I’m going to let my 13 year old sister go in?” she pointed out as Dani gave a resigned pout, “Besides, they’re not going to buy that you’re a biker, or that I’m a ghost. Staying outside is our only option.”

“Um, small problem with that. I don’t think anyone is going to buy that I’m a biker either,” Danny said, gesturing to himself. Sure he was a lot bigger now, which meant he could probably pass for being older, but he didn’t exactly look like a biker. As embarrassing as it was to admit it. he just didn’t have that rugged biker vibe that Johnny seemed to have. Johnny just smirked and said a simple sentence.

“Yeah. Not yet you don’t.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I look ridiculous…” Danny said, blushing as he looked down at himself. Johnny had essentially helped the heroic halfa go through a complete biker makeover.

Danny had ditched his usually tight black jumpsuit, instead wearing an open black leather biker jacket, one with no shirt underneath so that his bulging pecs and ripped abs could easily be seen, a pair of dark blue low rise jeans that helped show off his muscular legs while still providing cover, some,until now, unused combat boots that Sam had gifted him, and a pair of black, fingerless biker gloves. Even Danny’s hair had been changed. Well still a stark, glowing white, a large amount of product had turned his usually messy style into a slick pompadour. Danny knew he looked good, mostly because he knew that at his size he would have to actively try if he wanted to look unattractive, but he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

“I look like I walked out of a seventies movie!” he groaned, Johnny rolling his eyes at Danny as he complained.

“You look like a biker, and a pretty hot one at that.” Johnny said before explaining further, “I know this stuff isn’t exactly in style in your time, but this is a ghost bar. Half of the people there are from the seventies. With this greaser look you’ll be able to fit right in.”

“I’ll admit, it does look a little.. Costumeish,” Jazz noted, looking Danny up and down, “But you do pull it off. And this is a nice leather jacket.” She said, feeling the material “Seriously, how did you get this in the ghost zone?”

“I didn’t get that in the ghost zone, I stole it.” Johnny said, earning a glare from all three of the Fentons, “What? I’m desperate! Plus it’s not like I could have paid for it. I’m a GHOST! You feel that strongly about it, you can return it once we’re done.”

Danny sighed “I get that it looks good, but it still just feels so… unnatural!”

“... Danny, you’re a half-ghost. I’m not sure you get to call things ‘unnatural.’” Jazz pointed out

“... Ok, fair. Ouch, but fair.” He conceded “But, I don’t know, it still doesn’t feel right.”

“That's because you’re not acting like a biker,” Johnny explained, “Your stance is confident, but it’s still too relaxed. You’re not playing a popular jock, you’re trying to be a biker. You need to be confident, yeah, but also aggressive and intimidating.” he continued as he walked around Danny, looking him up and down. “You need to square your shoulders and puff out your chest, enough so it's clear that you’re NOT someone to mess with. Spread your legs a little, not so much that it's a swagger, but just enough for it to be casual. And quit smiling so much.”

“What’s wrong with smiling?” Danny said with a frown.

“Nothing,” Johnny said, “But your ‘normal’ look should be a more neutral, serious expression. Y’know, something that can EASILY become a frown instinctively. You need to be cool, casual, and distant, like you don’t care what anyone thinks about you,” he explained.

“I can’t just learn to act like an entirely different person in an hour.” Danny said, frustrated. Johnny scowled, but nodded, seeing his reasoning. Then he had a lightbulb moment, thinking aloud, “There IS a way for me to help out… but you have to trust me on that.” 

Danny considered this for a moment, he didn’t particularly trust Johnny 13, but if he had to learn to act like a biker the natural way, Kitty would be trapped there until Dani graduated college. “... Alright 13. I trust you, at least on this.” Danny ultimately said. Johnny smirked slightly, and went intangible. Danny’s eyes widened ever so slightly as he realized what was about to happen, “Wait-!”

Before he could object further, Johnny flew into Danny’s beefy chest, and Danny felt himself black out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“...Danny? Danny!”

Danny felt his eyes open slowly, finding himself still in his bedroom, Dani and Jazz standing over him. “Danny, are you alright?” Jazz said, concern written on her face. Before Danny could say anything, he felt his mouth move on its own.

“I’m alright, but I ain’t exactly Danny.” He said, a slight smirk he couldn’t control on his own face.

Dani’s eyes widened in shock, his hers glowing green as she readied an ectoblast. Danny, or at least his body, lifted his hands in surrender.

“Whoa kid. Cool it. Your brother is still in here,” Danny said, or more accurately, Johnny said with Danny’s voice. “I’ve just possessed him. Sort of.” He gave a grin before he continued, “It’s a lesser form of possession. If I had just fully Overshadowed Danny, then we’d end up switching bodies because of his entire half-ghost thing. But this form of possession means we’re both in control. Danny just hasn’t figured out he can still do shit.”

“Wait, there are different types of possession?” Danny asked, only to realize he had spoken aloud, in his own voice.

“Danny! You are still in there!” Jazz said, clearly relieved.

“Yes there are different types of possession. The kind you’ve had the most experience with, where a ghost fully takes over, is Overshadowing, but there are plenty of other types.” Johnny said “You remember when Plasmius, or Vlad I guess you call him, possessed a bunch of people in order to become mayor? That was also another form of possession, called Hysteria. It allows you to influence a bunch of people to do the same thing, but doesn’t give you full control of them. That one is pretty hard to pull off though.” They looked at him with mixed expressions as he continued, a slight smirk on Danny-Johnny’s face, “This is called Influence. It basically allows me to change how you act, while still keeping you conscious and somewhat in control. It’s a lot easier with someone who agrees to it beforehand, which is part of why I asked. It’s also harder to maintain, because if one of us takes too much control, the whole thing falls apart. That's part of why the ghosts you’ve met don’t usually do it.”

“This is both disturbing and highly fascinating. I might ask you to tell me a bit more about this later.” Jazz admitted “But for now I have to ask, are you ok Danny?”

Danny blinked, before looking down at his hands. Was he ok? He felt off, like something else, someone else was in his head, but besides that he actually felt pretty good, confident even. He looked in the mirror nearby and smirked slightly. Before he had found the biker look awkward but now he couldn’t help but think that he looked just so fucking awesome.

‘That's me, influencing your thoughts.’ Johnny’s voice said inside his head, causing Danny to jump slightly, ‘Since you’re a halfa influencing you works a little differently. We’ll both influence how the other thinks a bit until we split back up. It can be a bit alarming but it should be harmless.’ Johnny explained.

Danny turned to his two sisters and grinned, a confident, slightly aggressive smirk on his face, “I feel great! I mean, I know this whole thing is weird, but I think we can actually pull this off.” Danny said. He turned to leave, his walk now a casual strut, “Now come on. We’ve got to go save Johnny’s baby!”

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“Why are we showing up to a biker bar without, you know, a bike?” Jazz said as she set down the Fenton exploration sub behind some withered trees, close enough to the ghostly bar to reach but with enough cover not to be caught or noticed.

“Because I don’t have any extra bikes. And even if I did, they'd recognize my style. Well, OUR style,” Danny-Johnny said as he got out of the sub. Danny still couldn’t get how weird it was to share a body with someone. It was what he imagined being fused would be like, except somehow a thousand times weirder. Danny took a little more control before turning to his siblings. “You two stay out here, and be ready to start the sub and get us out of here. If it looks like anything is wrong, come in blazing, but give me at least 2 hours before you do,” Danny said determinedly. Dani and Jazz both nodded, determined grins on their faces as Danny walked over to the bar.

The bar was an almost comically run down building, one that clearly was not supposed to have any people in it. Broken or half boarded up windows and a rusty metal door made Danny fairly certain that this was just an abandoned building that the bikers of the ghost zone had decided to convert into a dive bar. ‘Don’t look so grossed out man, you’ll give it away. We need to act like we’ve been here a hundred times. Which means it’s time for me to shine.’ Johnny's voice echoed in Danny’s head, he felt them influence his actions as Johnny’s opinions began to merge with his own and Danny suddenly felt less repulsed by this idea for a bar. The place was actually kind of cool, in a grungy kind of way. Danny-Johnny walked into the bar, his walk both cool and casual, a disinterested look on his face. Looking around he could see a variety of different types of bikers, including greasers who looked like they had come straight from the 60’s, and modern punk looks that seemed like they would fit in at a regular dive bar. It took a moment for the bikers to notice the newcomer, which Danny-Johnny accredited to Johnny’s influence helping him seem like a real biker. Danny walked past the bikers, pretending not to notice them, or at least that he didn’t care about their presence, his uber chest thrust out, seemingly out of instinct. He walked up to the bar, and causally ordered a drink, much to Danny’s shock.

‘I can’t order a drink, I’m underage! Plus I’m half human, I don’t know what a ghost drink would do to me?’ Danny said mentally, literally panicking internally. Johnny sighed, clearly annoyed and trying to keep Danny’s body calm.

‘Relax twerp. I ordered a non-alcoholic drink. Just don’t draw too much attention to your drink, being sober will look suspicious in a bar.’ Johnny said, ‘Now, if I know these guys they’re going to question what you’re doing here. We’re gonna stay cool, confident, and not back down. We’ve got to charm them into thinking we’re just another biker looking for a drink.’

“Hey, punk.” A gruff voice said from behind Danny-Johnny. Danny felt himself look over, a disinterested look on his face. The ghost behind him was incredibly tall and muscular, looking to be about the size of Skulker, or at least how Skulker looked in his suit. He had no hair on his head, but a thick silver mustache, and wore a beat up but expensive looking leather jacket and torn pants. He was flanked by two goons, slightly smaller but equally intimidating. Danny couldn’t tell if it was Johnny’s influence and experience with the bikers, or Danny’s own intuition, but he could tell this guy was the leader of the gang, the one who really owned the bar. “I don’t recognize you. What’s your name brat?” The rough man asked with a slight sneer. Danny-Johnny took a long drink from his ‘beer’ before answering, purposefully moving without urgency. 

“Dane,” he said in a simple, gruff tone, doing his best to be no-nonsense and tough. Internally however, half of ‘Dane’ was panicking.

‘Dane?! Seriously That's the name we’re using!?’ Danny asked, his internal panic the complete opposite of the cool confidence that Johnny was making sure Dane exudes. 

‘What? Dane is a real name. And It’s not like we could give either of our names. These guys hate me, and you’re not exactly unknown. Dane was the best name I could come up with’ Johnny thought defensively

‘You just shortened my name and added an e!’

‘Are you really gonna argue? What's done is done!’

“Alright, Dane. My name's Butch. I’m sort of the head honcho around here.” The large biker said with a sleazy smirk “I pride myself on knowing all the bikers in this part of the ghost zone. So, kid, why don’t I know you?” he asked with a scowl

Dane took another drink and scowled ever so slightly, knowing he couldn’t expect any respect if he backed down “I ain’t from this part of the ghost zone. I’m just passing through,” Dane said, “And don’t call me kid.” He finally met Butch’s eyes. He had to be tough, but he also couldn’t be confrontational enough to cause a fight. Dane made sure to keep his eyes a little softer, in order to project strength without challenging the huge biker. 

Butch looked Dane up and down, before smirking ever so slightly. “... You play any pool, Dane?” he asked. Dane smirked before replying, internally celebrating.

Dane spent the last half hour playing pool with the bikers, doing his best to charm them and playing the part of the cool young biker. He played a good game, which surprised Danny because, at least before his recent wish related upgrade, he had always sucked at pool. More importantly though, he was suave as he played, showing off just enough to get on Butch’s good side. From the way Butch was roughly patting him on the back and grinning at Dane, he could tell it was working. After about two hours, after the pool game had cooled down, it finally got to the point where Dane no longer seemed out of place, but wouldn’t be missed if he disappeared for a moment. All he had to do now was casually make his way to the back. He took another sip of his drink and started to get up, when someone sat down next to him.

The ghostly girl had pale, almost gothic skin that reminded Danny of Ember, and long red hair that especially stood out against both her skin and her jet black biker jacket. Danny felt his body smirk slightly as he looked the biker chick up and down, his eyes taking in her slightly curvaceous frame. Was Johnny making them check this girl out? The red headed ghost smiled seductively before she spoke. “Hey there. You’re the newbie, Dane right? You’re a tall drink of water aren’t you?” She leaned in a little closer, the heat between the two growing quickly.

“That's right? What's your name, Red?” Dane said with a slightly sleazy smirk, placing a hand on the girl's thigh. Danny couldn’t believe what was happening. Sure this girl was hot. Like, really hot. Fuck he could already imagine her moaning as he fucked her against the hood of a car. But they were on a mission! And he could tell at least some of that attraction, and all of the flirtatious behavior, was Johnny both controlling Dane’s behavior and influencing Danny’s thoughts.

‘Seriously dude? You’re going to flirt with a girl now!?’ Danny thought at Johnny, shocked by his behavior. He knew Johnny was a bit of a flirt, but they were on a mission to rescue his girlfriend for fucks sake! Now wasn’t the time to hook up with some chick!

‘Relax man, I’m just having a bit of fun. It’s not like I’m actually going to sleep with her. I wouldn’t do that to Kitty. I was just flirting a bit. There's no need to be such a buzzkill.’ Johnny thought, his tone so bitter and defensive Danny could basically hear the scowl on his currently non-existent face. ‘But fine. If you insist, I’ll cut this short.’

Dane squeezed the redhead's thigh before letting go, and finishing his drink “Sorry sweetheart. Hot as you are, I’ve already got a date with a very special lady.” he said with a smirk before walking off, not bothering to look back at the disappointed ghost girl. He casually headed to the back, checking to make sure no one saw as he did. The possessed half-ghost (god what a phrase) quickly made his way through the back as Johnny directed Danny’s body towards where he knew his baby was being kept. Eventually they came across a wooden door that was wrapped in metal chains, one Danny knew immediately held what they were looking for.

‘Ok. Now, you’re going to have to change into your human form and head through. I should be able to pass through with you.’ Johnny explained. Danny momentarily changed into a human, his shiny white pompadour becoming a stark black. Danny wondered momentarily what he looked like as a human biker, but knew he didn’t have time. They phased through the door and into the room, before Danny’s eyes landed on…

“... Your BIKE ?!” Danny yelled, the shock of what he was seeing was enough to throw him and Johnny out of synch and essentially eject Johnny from his body. “The person who got kidnapped, your ‘baby, ’ is just your goddamned motorcycle?!” Danny said incredulously.

“Uh yeah! She’s my baby! What else did you think I was talking about?” Johnny said, slightly confused.

“I thought you meant Kitty!” Danny said, causing Johnny to look at Danny in shock

“Kitty? What? No, Kitty is fine, she’s just having a girls night with Ember!”

Danny looked at Johnny with a mix of confusion and annoyance, “Then why did you say that-” Suddenly it occurred to him that Johnny had never actually said Kitty’s name. He had just started crying about his baby and a ‘kidnapping’ and they had just… assumed. Danny scowled, yelling “You’re telling me we did all this, to get back your impounded bike!?” He was essentially forgetting himself in his rage “You’re an idiot! I thought someone was in actual danger! Why the hell wouldn’t you mention it was just a fucking bike!”

Johnny scowled back, clearly offended, “First of all, I’m not an idiot, ya big twerp! I thought it was goddamned understood. And what do you mean ‘just’ a bike! This thing is my fucking baby! She’s one of a kind! How dare you-”

Suddenly the door to the room they were in burst open, and Butch, the red headed biker chick, and Butch’s two stooges stood there, glaring at the two teen ghosts menacingly. He then took a step forward, rage in his eyes. “Knew there was something off about you kid.” Butch said with a sneer

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“This is so embarrassing…” Danny groaned as he and Johnny were tied to chairs. As powerful as both Danny and Johnny were, Butch was no slouch when it came to combat, and the sheer amount of tough bikers backing him up were enough to easily overwhelm both of them. Danny and Johnny had both ended up getting beat up, and were now being tied to chairs in the same room as Johnny’s bike, Butch smugly grinning at each of them.

“You’re telling me…” Johnny said, staring at his bike, which still sat in the room, two bikers with old wooden baseball bats standing next to it. Butch looked down at the two tied up ghost, almost growling in rage.

“So, you thought you could pull one over on me. First you key my bike, then you break into my bar to steal yours back,” Butch said with a scowl.

“It was his bike?” Danny whispered to Johnny, who rolled his eyes.

“Is that really important right now?” he responded

“Shut it!” Butch screamed, going from smug to enraged in seconds, before settling back down “Now, since taking your bike apparently wasn’t enough of a lesson, I think it’s time we teach you another,” Butch said, both of his thugs lifting their bats and turning to Johnny’s bike. Johnny’s eyes widened in horror. 

“No!” he screamed in horror. Suddenly Danny saw a dark, shadowy shape flow out of the bike and zoom directly towards Johnny, who smirked slightly. Johnny, with help from his otherworldly living Shadow, broke through the ropes holding them to the chair. Using the surprise to his advantage, Johnny punched Butch as hard as he could, sending him to the floor before using Shadow to trip the thugs long enough for Johnny to release Danny, who defeated both of the ghostly ghouls with some ectoblasts. Danny ran forward and closed the door of the room, holding it closed so that none of the other ghosts could rush inside.

“I was wondering where Shadow was,” Danny admitted as he pushed his muscular body against the door, a number of biker ghosts banging on it roughly. Johnny smirked ever so slightly, clearly proud of himself.

“Yeah, I asked him to stay with the bike when it got taken. Figured it’d be safer with him watching after it.” Johnny said as he mounted his bike

“Yeah, yeah, great. So, how are we going to get out of here? I don’t think you’re going to be able to drive that through a wall,” Danny noted, realizing they were in a room with no windows and one, blocked door. Suddenly Danny had an idea “Wait, If you possess me again, I can turn human and get us through a wall. Then we should be able to get out of here.” Danny noted. 

Johnny immediately scowled at this, as if personally exhausted “No way! We wouldn’t be able to take my bike with us!”

Danny almost growled in anger as he kept the door closed “Damnit who cares?! We need to ditch it to get out of here! Why is that stupid bike so important to you!” Danny yelled

“Because it’s the only thing left from my life, ok!?” Johnny yelled.

Suddenly it was like the entire room went silent. Even as the bikers continued to pound on the door at Danny’s back, Danny felt like everything just… stopped. He looked at Johnny and saw that he looked… genuinely vulnerable, in a way he had never seen the teenage ghost like before. Danny considered this for a moment… and nodded.

“Alright. We take the bike,” Danny said, getting a surprised and then grateful look from Johnny. Danny smiled back… before the pounding on the door got even harder

“Open up!” A deep, angry biker said. On the other side of the room Danny could already hear Butch stirring.

“Ok. We need a way out of here,” Danny said, “And I don’t see another way out… We’ll have to fight…”

“Wait,” Johnny said, “There’s a way I can boost your strength and power after I to an Influence on you again.”

“Really?” Danny asked, “You think it might be enough to get out of this?”

As the door began to crack and Butch finally started getting to his feet, Johnny looked at Danny in slight panic. “We’ll just have to find out!” he said, quickly jumping into Danny. As Johnny possessed Danny, forming their ‘Dane’ persona again, he couldn’t help but notice he felt more… in sync than before. Dane quickly grabbed his bike and turned to Shadow.

“Buddy, I’m gonna need an upgrade!” Dane said. A dark smile formed on Shadows face before he suddenly flew into Danny’s chest, just as Johnny had moments ago.

The transformation took only moments, but the strangeness of the experience seemed to slow time for Danny. He noticed out of the corner of his eye as his white pompadour, which was messed up in the fight and now looked more like his regular hair, grew long and turned wild as the color turned from a bright white to a darker gray. His muscles grew, his shoulders broadening as he gained height, practically hulking out as he did. His skin changed, going from his usual tan to a more graying, almost corrupted color. He felt two hard, obsidian black horns grow from his head and claws grow from his fingers, as darkness swirled in his eyes. He felt so… powerful. It was an amazing, almost intoxicating feeling that made Dane grin. He spoke, his voice almost demonic. He opened his eyes, now glowing more brightly and cackling a bit with some green energy. “... Showtime.”

Dane smashed through the wooden door, throwing himself into the crowd of bikers who were attempting to break down the door, and practically tearing through them as he began to fight. Dane was like a wild animal, fighting without abandon. He ran back into the room, hopped onto his bike, and drove through the bar sending ghostly bikers fleeing as they tried to avoid him. He spun around, driving back through the bar and towards Butch, who had finally recovered and ran out of the room, pure rage on his face. Dane quickly parked his bike and got up. He knew he could run now, but wasn’t about to back down from a fight, especially when it was just getting fun! He swung at Butch, striking the huge biker across the face with shocking power. Butch righted himself, wiping away some ectoplasm that dripped from his nose like blood, before hitting Dane just as hard. Dane actually felt himself grin as he took the rough punch, and then another. Danny didn’t usually enjoy fights, and he knew it was probably either Johnny or Shadows influence, but he felt fucking excited. Danny took a moment to carefully remove his leather jacket, revealing his muscular body as he placed the jacket on the bar, and put his fist back up, “Come on…!”

The fight that followed was absolutely brutal. For every punch Dane got in, Butch got in a matching one. If Dane hit Butch with a pool cue, Dane would throw a chair at him. It was a no holds bar, rough fight, that ended with both Dane and Butch breathing hard, the only two people in the absolutely wrecked bar who were still standing. Butch spoke, breathing hard, looking somehow impressed, annoyed and exhausted all at once. “... You really do have the makings of a real biker kid. I’d almost offer you a spot in the gang. But, no one messes with my bike and gets away with it.” He said with a sneer. “It’s time to end this.”

Dane smirked back, equally as exhausted but still incredibly pleased. “... agreed.” Dane said. Butch launched himself at Dane, who jumped out of the way. Dane punched Butch across the face again, before Butch punched him in the gut. Finally Dane punched Butch as hard as he could, and the older biker collapsed to the floor. The corrupted halfa smirked in victory, feeling like a god.

“... Danny?” A voice said behind him. Dane turned to see Danny’s, no, his, sisters, looking at him in shock. Danny felt a spike of shame come over him as he looked around the ruined bar. No one was dead, of course they weren’t, but looking at the carnage, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had gone too far. Danny felt both Johnny and Shadow leave him, appearing next to him as Danny shrunk slightly and returned to his normal ghost form. Danny smiled awkwardly at his sisters, Jazz looking concerned and Dani looking at him with shock.

“Uh, hey. Sorry we took so long. Things got… kind of crazy.” he admitted, going over to the bar and picking up his jacket. Dani grinned at him, floating over to him.

“More like kind of awesome! Did you really fight all these guys? Where did you get horns?!” Dani said in awe. Danny felt a bit of his pride return as he realized his little sister was more impressed with him than worried about him. He grinned at her, before looking at Johnny and Shadow, who were not back on Johnny’s bike.

“While… I had some help.” Danny admitted, smiling at Johnny, who gave a slight smile back. Jazz was still looking shocked, but seemed to decide against saying anything, instead gesturing at the others to follow her.

“Come one, we’ve been gone too long. Soon even Mom and Dad are going to realize something's off.” She half joked, “Let's grab Kitty and get out of here.”

Johnny paled as he realized he was going to get chewed out again, but Danny quickly spoke up, “Uh, actually, we had her sneak out the back. She’ll meet up with Johnny back at their haunt.” Danny said, getting a surprised but grateful look from Johnny. Jazz sighed, once again deciding it wasn’t that important, and knowing Danny would lie about someone in danger.

“Alright. Let's go then. Back to the sub,” She said, the four teens walking back together. As they walked Danny noticed that Dani’s hair was now in braids, which brought a small smile to his face. He guessed that Jazz and Dani decided to get in some bonding time while they waited. 

As they reached the sub, Johnny looked over to Danny. “... Hey. That thing looks a little cramped for a guy as big as you. Wanna hitch a ride home?” Johnny offered, much to Danny’s shock. Danny’s jaw dropped, unsure of what to say, before Johnny rolled his eyes “One time offer man, take it or leave it.” 

Danny smiled slightly, and without another word, got on. As they drove back through the ghost zone, the fenton sub slightly behind them, Danny took in the experience. It wasn’t as cool as flying, but there was something about having the powerful machine under him that just felt… special. “So… you had this bike when you were alive?” Danny asked after a bit of awkward silence

“Sort of. I at least had one just like it,” Johnny said, his voice slightly sad, “... As you probably know, having ghost hunters as parents, not all ghosts have been alive. Most of us are creatures, created by thoughts and feelings from your world that imprint on the ghost zone. Kitty, for example, was never alive. Me though…” Johnny trailed off for a second. Then he continued, “... I don’t remember much of it. Most ghosts who used to be alive don’t. I remember I was a teenager. I remember people called me Johnny 13. I remember nobody liked me because they thought I was a jinx. And I remember that I died in a motorcycle accident. Because of that, when I appeared here, I had my bike with me. In a weird way it’s… a part of me. Or at least, my only connection to my past.”

Danny was silent for a moment, before speaking, “I would say I’m sorry, but… knowing you, you wouldn’t want that.” he said with a slight smile. Johnny chuckled slightly before answering.

“Damn straight I don’t. Look, I know death is usually a bad thing, but… I like my afterlife. I’ve got Shadow, Kitty, and endless miles of roads to drive and explore. I miss the human world at times, since you’ve got some good shit there, but… overall I’m pretty happy,” Johnny said “Anyways, if you ever want a bike of your own, let me know. I’d be cool to ride with you again. Especially if I can get you to dress up like this again.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Not even if you paid me!” he said, joking back.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Danny let out a slight yawn as the four, five including Shadow, walked through the ghost portal and back into his parents lab. Danny and Danielle quickly turned back into their human forms, Dani yawning deeply as she did. Jazz smiled slightly at Dani, patting her on the back and directing her to the stairs. “Ok, I think it's past your bedtime.” She said, getting a tired groan from Dani, who was too tired to argue. 

Danny looked at Johnny before he left, grinning slightly as the other teenage ghost met his eyes “... See you around Phantom?” Johnny asked, before getting back on his bike and riding into the portal.

“See you around, Johnny 13,” Danny said with a slight grin, before closing the portal. He turned to Jazz, who was still there, and smiling at him slightly. “What?” Danny asked, letting loose a small chuckle in confusion. 

Jazz gave him an almost deadpanned look, as if asking if he was being serious, before smiling once more. “It’s nice to see you making more friends,” She teased. 

Danny sputtered in shock, “What!? Him, Me, friends!? That, what, no, I mean-” Danny took a deep breath, “... While, ok, maybe. It won’t keep me from beating him up next time he starts causing chaos but… yeah, he’s cooler than I thought.”

Jazz sighed. “I can’t believe you befriended my ex. How dare you?” She said jokingly, punching him on the arm playfully as they headed up the stairs to their rooms, “So, I still need to return that jacket, right?” 

Danny considered this for a moment, before shaking his head, “Nah, I think I’m going to buy it. It’s cooler than I thought too.” Indeed. It seemed like the perfect memento for quite the adventure he just had.

Chapter Text

Danny couldn’t believe it was finally time. He had been looking forward to this since the moment he decided to stay as a jock, and it was finally happening. The time of year every jock in Amity Park waited for with anticipation, marking the days down to it like a kid excited for Christmas. Finally it was Casper High’s annual Sports Week!!

Sports Week was a week-long event where athletics essentially took over the entire school. Most classes were canceled, and instead the entire week was dedicated to different sporting events and contests. It was essentially a giant pep rally and sports tournament that every student was ‘encouraged’ to either watch or participate in. Though some people didn’t have to be nudged to do so, as the jocks of Casper High loved Sports Week! It was an entire week dedicated to the things they were best at, an entire week of showing off their strength, flirting with cheerleaders, and avoiding classes. Pre-wish Danny, like most of the average students, hadn’t really enjoyed the sports part of Sports Week, but had always found the week itself to be enjoyable for the pure reason that classes were canceled, with the exception of some of the extracurricular classes like music or cooking. Now however, Danny was absolutely stoked for the whole thing. This time instead of being on the sidelines and watching as jocks like Dash and Kwan soaked up all the attention, Danny would be front and center, getting all the glory.

Other students however weren’t as excited. Sam in particular absolutely hated Sports Week, calling it a ‘week long shrine to meaningless pep, endless narcissism and brutish strength that glorified the schools obsession with athletes.’ Even now that he was a jock, Danny had to admit Sam had a point. None of the other groups in the school had an entire week dedicated to them, and Danny knew firsthand how jocks were often favored over other students. Sam had actually tried to convince Danny to join her in protesting Sports Week, which has caused some… conflict between the two.

“Seriously Danny? You signed up for every competition!?” Sam said, glaring at the geek turned jock, who grinned sheepishly at his best friend. While much of Sports Week was taken up by a day long pep rally and exhibits by each of the sports teams, another large part were the 10 contests held throughout the week. Each based around a popular sport, the schools best athletes would sign up for them, and the winner of each one was always guaranteed an amazing prize. Rumor had it that if someone won all 10, they could essentially ask the school for anything, though that had never happened before, not to mention it seemed less like a challenge and more like an impossibility since the contests were almost random and based on the average 16 different sports being played. Danny, who Sam had been trying to convince to boycott sports week in support of her protest, had signed up for all 16 sports and all 10 competitions, something only the biggest jocks in school did. Not only would he not be boycotting the events, he was participating in almost every aspect of them. This would make him a shoe-in for the 10 contests.

“While, yeah! Of course I did.” Danny said, attempting to defend his choice, “I know that you wanted me to protest with you, but technically I’m a big time jock now! It’d look weird if I didn’t participate.” The withering glare Sam sent him made Danny sigh, knowing that Sam wasn’t buying his excuse.

“Danny, you know as well as I do that the fact you are popular is what would make you joining the protest effective. If you, one of the biggest athletes in school, spoke out against Sports Week, it’d essentially kill the whole thing!” Sam argued. Danny scowled slightly, knowing she was right as the self proclaimed ‘ultra-recyclo-vegan’ goth continued, “Face it Danny, you and I both know you’re not doing this because people expect you to.”

Danny sighed before answering, clearly feeling guilty, “Ok, ok. You’re right. I’m sorry Sam, it’s just… this is my first Sports Week as a full-on jock! The first one I’m actually experiencing anyways! I know it’s elitist and unfair, but I’ve been dreaming of doing this for ages now.” He had a look of childlike excitement on his face before continuing, “I know it isn’t right but, this is something I’ve dreamed of doing, even before I became a jock. I’m not asking you to enjoy it, but please try to understand.” Sam sighed, half in annoyance and half in resignation. When had Danny gotten so good at convincing her to let him get away with stuff?

“I get that Danny, I just… I was really hoping you’d have my back on this. I know that you know this whole week is messed up.” Sam noted “... Fine. Enjoy being a jock. But I’m not letting you off the hook for this, or for ignoring your conscience. I want to make that very clear.” 

Danny grinned charmingly, happy that Sam was being… somewhat understanding.“Thanks Sam! I promise I’ll do something to make this up to you.” He said before running off. He couldn’t be late for the opening ceremonies after all!

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“Welcome, students, to Casper High Sports Week!” Ms. Tetslaff, the gym teacher and Danny’s football coach announced, getting a cheer from the excited students who sat eagerly in the stands of the football field. “To kick off this week of absolute athletic excellence, I’d like to welcome out the Casper High Cheerleaders, and our very own Casper High Ravens!” she said, eliciting a loud cheer from the excited students as the cheerleaders and football team, including Danny, ran out onto the field. Danny smirked as he ran onto the field, soaking up the adoration from the crowd as he did. Danny, alongside the rest of the football team and the cheerleaders, launched into a complicated routine. The cheerleaders did their usual thing, with backflips and human pyramids, while the football team helped liven things up. Danny, along with a number of the other players, knelt down, allowing the cheerleaders to flip over them. Next the team ran across the field, each catching a cheerleader with expert precision as the rest of the team threw them up into the air. Danny smirked as Paulina landed in his arms, her hand instinctively going up to his beefy chest. Things were going incredibly well, but that wasn’t surprising considering they had been practicing this with the cheerleaders all week. Eventually he put Paulina down, who let go reluctantly, but not before squeezing his arm and giving him a swift peck on the cheek. Already pumped up, Danny grinned wide as they went into their final trick. This was Danny’s favorite part, as it was the one where he really got to show off. Danny ran over to the middle of the field and took a strong, manly stance, flexing his massive biceps for everyone to see. As the audience cheered, a group of 5 cheerleaders, including Paulina and star, literally began to climb onto Danny, seeming to form a reverse pyramid on top of his beefy shoulders. Danny smirked as the crowd gasped in awe, watching as Danny supported 5 cheerleaders without breaking a sweat. He had a cocky grin on his face as the audience roared in applause! Wanting to show off even more, Danny began to walk off the field, the girls still balanced on top of him. The audience cheered as he left the field, the girls finally getting off of him. Paulina was the last to get off, cozying up to Danny as she did.

“That was really great Danny. You’re so strong,” She said flirtatiously, pushing herself up against him, feeling up his muscles. Danny, high off the thrill of his performance, smirked and placed an arm around Paulina’s waist, squeezing her ass with one of his thick hands. Paulina gasped slightly, giggling at Danny’s flirtatious attitude. She gave Danny a sultry wink before walking off, Danny almost unable to take his eyes off of the ass as she left. Fuck he loved being a jock. Danny took a deep breath, trying to gather up his thoughts. Now wasn’t the time to get distracted by hot chicks. The first competition was starting soon after all…

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“Welcome, students, to the first event!” Ms. Tetslaff announced, the megaphone she was using, allowing her already booming voice to reach everyone who was currently standing near the outdoor track where Danny and several other athletes were waiting to begin. “As with every year we have picked 10 events. 9 of these events are based on one of the 16 sports teams in Casper High, while the final event is, as always, the ever popular Sports Week Obstacle Course!” the muscular football coach said, getting an elated cheer from the more sports loving students in the crowd, “For our first event we have the cross country team's chosen event, The Mile of Mayhem ! For this event our contestants will run around the track 4 times, on many different types of simulated terrain. The first person to finish the final lap will be declared the winner of this event.”

Looking down the track, Danny could see that a number of areas had been transformed into different types of terrain. He could see a section full of rocks, an iced over area, a muddy area, and even what looked to be a part of the track covered in ectoplasm? Though that could be natural, considering this was Casper High. Either way Danny could tell this was going to be a challenge, even for a seasoned athlete like him. He turned to his competition. Cross Country was one of the less popular sports in general, but the event itself was more accessible for wanna-be athletes who didn’t have the strength or training for other events, and even just messy fun for those who didn’t consider themselves athletes, so there were a large number of people on the track for this competition. Danny had heard that there were 2 groups of 25 people running the track, but he knew only a select few that Danny knew would be a challenge for him. His main competition for this event would definitely be Kwan. Danny knew from experience that the massive asian jock wasn’t just strong, but had remarkably good balance. Kwan had actually confided in Danny that he had done ballet as a child, something Danny had only somewhat teased him about before he promised he would never tell another soul. He also knew Kwan was in the swim team too, so… this would not be the only challenge he would face Kwan in. Coach Tetslaff whistled, singling for everyone in the event to get prepared. Danny got into position, and at the sound of the starter pistol, was quickly off. 

Danny was a lot better coordinated than he had been before his wish, and the combination of his increased reflexes, great muscular strength and experience running for his life in strange conditions made this event a cinch for him. Still, even with that, he was having trouble staying in front of Kwan. By the second lap the two jocks were neck and neck, leading the pack together. Danny groaned slightly as he ran through the ectoplasmic area a second time. The mud was bad enough, but ectoplasm stains were so hard to get out of clothing. At least he had some experience with them though, he couldn’t imagine what some of the other runners were going to have to do. 

Danny continued to run as hard as he could, looking over at Kwan with a smirk as he did. Kwan smirked back, a competitive spark in his eyes. “Are you running out of breath already, Fenton?” Kwan teased, getting a breathy chuckle from Danny, who looked back with an equally competitive smirk.

“You wish dude,” Danny said, pushing himself even harder. As they reached their final lap, Danny squared his shoulders and dug deep, pushing himself as hard as he could. As he launched himself over the finish line, he could hear the crowd cheer as Ms Tetslaff announced the winner.

“And it's a tie! In a shocking twist, both Kwan Park and Danny Fenton have finished in first! Meaning, as for the rules of this competition, both will be counted as the winner!”

Danny’s jaw dropped for a moment, before turning into a wide grin. He looked at Kwan happily. “Ha, if I had to share a win with anyone I’m glad it’s you bro,” Danny said, getting a grin and a fist bump from kwan.

“Same bro. Don’t expect that to happen next time we square off this week,” Kwan had a cheeky look on his face that got a happy but competitive chuckle from Danny. The two jocks swaggered off the track, the second place runner only finishing almost 20 seconds later. Danny smirked as a cheerleader handed him a towel, which he used to wipe mud and ectoplasm off his muscular legs. Fuck being an elite athlete fucking ruled. Dash ran up to him, having not participated in the racing event this year, a proud grin on his face.

“Dude, you fucking ruled. You know I hate to pick between you and Kwan, but you looked like a fucking god out there.” Dash said, playfully punching Danny on the arm. 

“I always look great bro.” Danny half joked back, getting a chuckle from Dash “But thanks man. You always know how to make me feel awesome.” Danny continued with a sly wink at his best bro, his naturally flirty personality coming out. Dash blushed ever so slightly, which gave Danny pause, but Danny ignored it. He was probably just imagining it. Sure he and Dash were close, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t had a crush on Dash after everything, but… no. No, that was stupid. If Dash was into him he would have said something already. They were two of the most sexual guys in school, if they had any interest in each other they’d have already hooked up, right?

Danny was shaken from his suddenly flustered thoughts by a blast of cold air escaping his lips. He immediately felt the dread, ‘No, no, no!’ he thought, ‘This can’t be happening now! It was Sports Week damnit!.’ Like it or not, Danny knew that ghost fighting had to come before athletics. He quickly ran behind the bleachers that had been set up at the end of the track and transformed into his ghost form. He quickly turned invisible and began to look around for a ghost. It was a little strange if Danny was being honest. There had been some ghosts who were a little sneakier, but most of the ghosts Danny had fought left a trail of destruction in their wake, one that seemed completely absent at the moment. Danny kept looking around for a ghost, his senses going off repeatedly, but he couldn’t find any… at least until a nasally voice spoke out beside him, “Golly! You really have leveled up since we last met Phantom!”

Danny spun around, and was shocked to see Sidney Poindexter floating there! Danny hadn’t seen him outside the ghost zone since he broke his mirror, and the little they had interacted had convinced Danny that Sidney hadn’t been interested in causing any more chaos, his school life and popularity having improved after he was seen fighting Danny. “Sidney? What are you doing here? I didn’t expect to see you back at Casper High anytime soon, much less during sports week!” Danny admitted, more confused than threatened. He and Poindexter floated over to an empty classroom as they spoke. 

Poindexter shuddered as Danny mentioned sports week, a look of disgust on his face “Ugh! No way. You couldn’t have paid me to participate in sports week when I was alive, much less now.” Sidney continued, “No, I’m actually here because the ghost zone requires your assistance my halfa pal! I’ll explain more once we get there.” This earned another shocked look from Danny.

“Whoa, hold up. I’m not just going to run off to help you! It’s the first day of sports week man, I can’t miss this, especially if you won’t tell me why!” Danny said, glaring slightly at Sidney. He knew that whatever was happening was probably important, but he desperately didn’t want to miss sports week. He further pleaded, “Can’t this at least wait till after the second competition? It’s a boxing tournament, man!”

Poindexter shrugged his shoulders, a slightly guilty look on his face, “Sorry square, but this is real important. We’ve got to go now, or else both our worlds are going to be in a heap of trouble. But hey, it’s only the opening ceremonies today, so you might be able to get back in time!” Poindexter said, trying to reassure the clearly displeased Danny. The white haired halfa sighed. What had he gotten himself into?

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“... Ok. This is pretty cool.” Danny admitted as he and Poindexter floated down towards their destination. Before the two teens stood a huge, brilliant, ghostly colosseum, one lit with the light of burning green flames. 

Poindexter smiled slightly as they entered the arena before them. “Danny, welcome to the ghost zone’s one and only Spectral Colosseum! I mean, there might be another one, but if there is, I haven't heard about it,” Poindexter said with a nerdy, nasally chuckle, “Anyways, this is where we’re needed. Now, uh, do me a favor and try not to flip your lid?” He had an awkward, slightly guilty grin as they entered the glowing green building.

“Flip my lid? You mean freak out? Why would I-” Danny paused as his eyes landed on the people in the arena. Not only were the stands filled with numerous ghosts, a large number of his ghostly enemies stood in the middle of the battlefield, each glaring at Danny intensely, including Skulker, Technus, Ember, Lunch Lady and Box Ghost. Danny immediately got into a fighting position, his hands glowing green and the other ghost looking just as ready to fight. Before anyone could throw a punch though, Poindexter threw himself in front of Danny.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! They’re not here to fight you!” Poindexter said, confusing Danny. 

“They’re not?” Danny asked skeptically

“While… they sort of are, but not in the way you think!” Poindexter explained, confusing Danny even more “They’re here for a tournament. That’s what I brought you here for.”

Danny gave Poindexter an annoyed look, “... you brought me here… to fight in a tournament?”

“While, yes, but not just to fight! We need your help because-”

Suddenly their conversation was interrupted by the sound of trumpets. Every ghost looked up to the emperor's box, watching as a very tall, thin man walked out. The man had pale skin, a long pointed nose, and golden yellow eyes. His outfit, which was composed of an old 3 piece suit and a bowler hat, was covered in a mix of stamps, coins and what appeared to be perfectly preserved bugs pinned all around his suit. As he stood there, a wide, almost manic grin on his face, one of the ghosts who had been blowing a trumpet spoke, announcing the strange ghost's arrival.

“Welcome, one and all… To The Collector’s Tournament of the Dead!”

The ghost in the stands of the colosseum broke into wild cheers as the large gate into the colosseum shut. Danny looked at Poindexter with a mix of shock and rage, “Poindexter. What the heck is going on?!”

The nerdy ghost sighed, “This is why I needed your help. Today is the day of the biggest sports event in the ghost zone: The Collector’s Tournament.”

“The Collector?” Danny asked, looking at the oddly dressed ghost who was currently waving at the crowd, “I haven’t heard of him before. I’m guessing he’s not a good guy?”

“He’s… complicated.” Poindexter admitted. 

“Complicated?” Danny asked with a frown. Pointdexter then sighed before he continued.

“He’s not a villain per say. I’d put him more in chaotic neutral territory than anything. Essentially he’s a very old ghost, one who's obsessed with collecting. He isn’t the type to cause chaos in the human realm, unless there’s a rare collectible on the line,” The nerdy ghost explained, “See, over the last few centuries he’d acquired quite a large and powerful collection. Because of that, he’s considered one of the most powerful ghosts in the ghost zone. He’d be quite a threat, if he cared about anything outside of expanding his collection. I guess you should be glad he isn’t interested in collecting conscious rarities like Skulker.” Poindexter then gave another nasally laugh at that joke before continuing, “Anyways, he’s not really the problem here. The problem is what he’s giving away.”

“What is he giving away?” Danny asked, still confused but doing his best to follow along.

“See, every 20 years or so, The Collector holds a giant tournament and invites all the most powerful ghosts to fight in it. With some exceptions I mean. Desiree’s not allowed to enter after what happened last time, Walker says this whole thing is illegal so he can’t come, and the ankle biters aren’t allowed to enter at all.” Poindexter said, gesturing to the stands where Youngblood was pouting angrily, “Anyways, the tournament is the only other thing he cares about outside of his collection, so to make sure people show up, he gives the winner something powerful from his collection. This year, it’s something really dangerous.”

“Dangerous how?” Danny asked, getting more concerned.

“The prize this year is the traditional weapon of my father,” A deep, dooming voice said from behind Danny. Danny turned to see an INCREDIBLY muscular ghost standing before him. Broad shoulders, a beefy, hairy chest that was half covered by a toga, and medium length, perfectly quaffed brown hair that framed an incredibly masculine and handsome face, all covered by a cloak that looked to be made of a lion's skin made Danny certain of who this was. He didn’t know a lot about mythology, but even he could recognize this guy. “Or in other words, the lightning bolt of Zeus.” Heracles said, a slight smirk on his face as he took in Danny’s shock.

Even with Danny’s increased size the manly ghost towered before him, standing a good foot above the beefy halfa. More than that, Heracles seemed to radiate power in a way that left Danny almost speechless. Danny immediately felt an urge to prove himself to the man, like an ambitious soldier standing before a famed general. “You… You’re… how…” Danny found himself stumbling over his words as he tried to figure out where to start. The demigod turned ghost laughed heartily.

“Take a deep breath my boy. I know it can be strange to meet a ghost from history, but try to collect yourself,” He said with a slightly teased, charming grin “Yes, I am Heracles, Son of Zeus, member of the Argonauts, hero of the twelve laborers. No, I am not fictional. Yes, I am a demigod, and yes, I have seen the Disney movie. Not a huge fan, but the songs were catchy.” He said with a confident grin.

Danny, finally getting out of his shock, grinned at the mythical ghost “Uh, hey. Danny Phantom. Son of Jack Fenton. Nice to meet you.” he got a friendly grin from Heracles as they shook hands “So… you’re real? I know you already said that but… How is that possible? Does that mean Greek Gods exist?”

“While, I can’t speak to why it’s possible, but being a half ghost I think you’re well aware there is much to this world that regular humans do not know of,” Heracles said, shaking Danny’s hand with a firm grip, “And as for god, I’m afraid my father and much of his kin left for another dimension some time ago. Only the strongest spirits of the ancient eras remain.” He said, his strong voice betraying nostalgia “But now is not the time for a history lesson young man. Now is the time for a fight.”

“I get to fight with Heracles… so cool…” Danny whispered, before shaking off his hero-worship, “Uh, wait. So, what is so dangerous about this lightning bolt thing? I mean, I don’t want any of my enemies suddenly getting lightning powers, but isn’t that what Technus does already?” 

“Danny, this is Zeus’ Lightning Bolt. As in the king of the gods? That thing is immensely powerful, especially in the wrong hands!” Poindexter said, “Specifically his wrong hands.” He then pointed at another ghost that was across the arena, one that even Danny’s enemies were giving a wide berth. The ghost was quite strange looking, almost like a living tornado. 

“His name is Vortex. He’s an ancient weather ghost, one that is thousands years older than even I. He has wreaked havoc on earth many times before. If he, an already powerful weather ghost, was able to get ahold of the bolt, he could cause untold chaos, both in the mortal realm and the afterlife,” Heracles explained, glaring at storm ghosts as he spoke, “That is why I have been recruiting a number of ghosts in the tournament to help me battle the fiend, and to make sure that the bolt does not fall into the hands of Vortex, or anyone who would use it for evil.” 

“But… I’m not in the tournament,” Danny pointed out.

“Not yet. But while the Collector doesn’t collect rare people, he does have a soft spot for them. We already cleared it with him and everything. Once he learned that he could have not one, but two halfas in his tournament, he was happy to let you in, for sure.” Poindexter said.

“Wait. What do you mean by two?” Danny asked, before having a VERY negative thought and groaning, “Please tell me that he isn’t-”

“Why Hello Daniel. It’s been some time,” a familiar voice said, causing Danny to turn around once again, this time coming face to face with his nemesis, Vlad Masters. Or rather, his ghost form, Vlad Plasmius. And just when Danny thought things couldn’t be worse too. “I have to say Daniel, messing with reality? And for something as petty as physical strength? I thought better of you. Though I will say, your new size seems to have done wonders for your rather abysmal social life.”

This earned a near silent growl from Danny. “So you’re in the tournament too, huh Fruit Loop?” Danny said, earning a scowl from Vlad.

“Yes, I am, little badger. Though, not as part of your little alliance. I’m confident enough in my own abilities to defeat that overblown storm cloud. So I’m happy to say neither of us will be forced to work together,” Vlad said “I hope to see you on the battlefield Daniel… If you get past the first round.”

Danny felt his face grow red in anger as Vlad flew off, almost shaking with rage. He felt Heracles put a large hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort the young halfa, “Pay him no mind young warrior. He will get his fight, and it is one he will lose. For now we must focus on the tournament.”

Danny took a deep breath and nodded, knowing he shouldn’t let Vlad get to him, “... Ok. So, whose in this alliance I keep hearing about?”

Poindexter smiled and pointed over to one part of the colosseum, where a number of familiar ghosts were waiting. Danny felt himself grin slightly as he saw several of his allies and less annoying enemies, including Frostbite, Princess Dora Johnny 13, and Kitty. “As of now, you’re the seventh member of the squad!” Poindexter said proudly. Danny’s smile fell as he realized there were only seven of them. 

“There's only seven of us? This better be a really small tournament…” Danny noted, looking around the arena

“It’s not a very big tournament. This year it's been limited to about 16 people, so we’re actually almost half of the roster! We were hoping for more, but as I explained earlier certain ghosts can’t enter. The only other people who would be able to help us are either too young, like in your sister's case, banned, like in Desiree’s case, or just weren’t able to be contacted, like with Clockwork,” Poindexter explained

Danny frowned at this, “There’s still no sign of him? I know he doesn’t usually get involved unless time is being messed with, but It’s still concerning that no ones been able to find him…” Danny muttered. He sighed and turned back to other ghost. Now wasn’t the time to worry about Clockwork. They had to focus on the tournament. And sports week, though he had to admit that seemed less important in comparison to a ghost fighting tournament with Heracles.

“So, how are we going to do this? We each take one of them?” Danny asked. 

Princess Dora sighed “Oh if only it were that simple. I’m afraid that we aren’t allowed to pick who we fight in the first round. It’s assigned randomly, so there’s a high chance we’ll end up fighting each other at times. We just need to make sure that one of us wins this tournament, instead of one of them.” Dora explained

“Luckily enough for us there’s no fight today. It’s just the opening ceremonies to announce who's fighting who in the first round. We get a day to prepare.” Johnny continued for Dora, “This whole thing is no holds barred though. Except interference from someone outside the fight, anything goes.”

Danny felt himself pale slightly. He wanted to ask more about what else might be allowed, but before he could some familiar trumpets went off again. 

“Now announcing our 16 fighters, and the pairing for the first round of our tournament!” One of the trumpeters declared, before pulling a golden velvet rope and revealing the first round's bracket from behind an onyx black curtain.

Looking over the bracket ,Danny noted that most of the ghost fighting in the tournament were ones he had already met, though there were a couple he notably hadn’t fought before. He heard Poindexter let out an undignified yelp of fear, which Danny quickly came to understand when he saw that the nerdy ghost was fighting Spectra, the misery loving ghost who had once pretended to be his guidance counselor. Danny patted the geeky ghost’s shoulder in sympathy. After all, Spectra wasn’t just a powerhouse, she was particularly skilled at picking apart insecure teenagers. Looking further down the bracket, Danny felt a slight smirk cross his face as he noted that Vlad was going up against Vortex in the first round, which meant that he wouldn’t have to deal with at least one of them. Kitty and Johnny were paired together, something neither half of the couple seemed excited about. Heracles would be fighting Skulker, a fight that Danny couldn’t wait to watch. Frostbite was up against Technus, Dora would be fighting Lunch Lady, and Box Ghost seemed to be fighting someone called Undergrowth. He hadn’t met Undergrowth before, but Danny was fairly certain he’d be seeing him in the second round, considering he was fighting Box Ghost. Danny's eyes finally landed on his own name, and saw his opponent. Ember McLain, the ghost rockstar.

Danny groaned. He could take Ember in a straight fight, but since they were allowed to use their own tech he would also have to worry about her hypnotic guitar. Worse yet, he’d be fighting Ember, a ghost who literally fed off cheers and adoration, in the middle of a stadium full of bloodthirsty ghosts. He was going to have to get some earbuds. And find a way to keep the audience quiet.

“This officially blows.” Johnny said, clearly upset at the fact he was going to have to face off against his own girlfriend.

“No kidding…” Sidney said, almost shaking as Spectra stared at him across the arena like she was a hungry predator.

“Now is not the time to lose heart my friends. We must use this time to prepare for the challenge before us!” Heracles said, his booming voice radiating almost infectious confidence. Danny grinned. This was going to be tough, but they could do this. They had to do this. If they didn’t, both the ghost zone and human world would pay the price. He just hoped he could juggle this and sports week.

Wait… what time was it?

Danny looked at his watch only to pale. The second event at school was going to start in fifthteen minutes! 

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Danny had never flown so fast in his entire life, which was saying something considering he had been forced to flee from a crazed ghost almost every day since he had become a halfa. He knew he should try and preserve his energy for the event, but if he didn’t get there in time then there wouldn’t really be a point. Danny checked his watch once more as he landed in the boys bathroom closest to the school gym, turning back into his human form. Three minutes left, thank god. Danny would have to tell the others about the whole ‘ghost tournament’ thing after he finished the second competition. He had been especially looking forward to this one too. It was the weightlifting club's event…

“Welcome to The Bench Press Weight Limit Challenge!” Coach Tetslaff said, the slight grin on her face giving away her excitement. Danny felt himself smile too. The BPWL was most athletes favorite event, especially those on the football team. It was a chance for the biggest, strongest jocks in school to show off just how strong they were, and even a chance for some of the less athletic kids to surprise people. The contest was simple: whoever lifts the most weight without hurting themselves wins, with a tie being decided by whoever did the most reps. Everyone got to go as many turns at the bench as they’d like, but if Coach Tetslaff thought you were going to hurt yourself she’d step in. Just like with the first event, Danny knew exactly who was going to give him trouble. Danny had definitely been the largest jock at Casper High after his last wish with Desiree, but his growth spurt had only made the other athletes more competitive. Dash in particular had been pushing himself to catch up with his best bro and rival, and had put on quite a bit more mass. He wasn’t quite as big as Danny, but he was still bigger than any high schooler had any right to be. Danny knew that this competition would be the latest chapter in their friendly – and if he was being honest, increasingly more than friendly – rivalry. Danny watched as each of the students who signed up lifted their max, the weights increasingly getting higher and higher. While no one had yet to reach Danny’s usual max, which was about 320, some students had done surprisingly well. Tucker, who had only signed up hoping to impress girls, had actually been able to lift 70 pounds, a massive improvement from last year where he had gotten stuck on just lifting the bar, and Mikey, one of the biggest geeks in school, shocked everyone by lifting 150 pounds, revealing that he had been exercising at home in secret in the hopes of impressing people. Soon enough though, it was Danny’s turn.

Danny smirked as he swaggered over to the weight bench, glancing over at Dash as he did. Dash smirked back confidently, his face giving nothing away as he watched Danny load on the weights. Danny quickly put 320 on the barbell, and paused for a moment before adding another 5 pounds, going up to 325. 320 was his usual limit, but if he wanted to win this, Danny knew he’d have to give it everything he had. He slid onto the weight bench, which was almost dwarfed by his wide shoulders and muscular back, and got into position. The half-ghost jock grinned confidently, feeling everyone's eyes on him as he began to lift, his massive chest flexing as he did. Adrenaline and excitement pumping through him, Danny slowly lifted the heavy weight all the way up, before bringing it back down. Feeling the impressed, somewhat lustful eyes raking over his muscular body, Danny was tempted to even do another rep, but quickly decided against it. If Dash could match or go over his weight, then Danny would have to go again. The two jocks eyes met as Danny switched out with Dash, a competitive spark flying between them. The blond jock, grinning wide, added even more weight. He stared directly at Danny, a cocky smirk on his face as he added another 5 pounds. Dash got into position on the weight bench, and started lifting the now 330 pound bar. Groaning with effort, his arms shaking ever so slightly, Dash was able to lift the bar and place it back down. Danny looked at the other jock in awe, not sure whether to be upset that his lift had been beaten, or proud that Dash had been able to lift 330 fucking pounds! Danny squared his shoulders, and as Dash got up, he walked over to the bar, and began to put on even more weight, moving up to 340 pounds. Dash, who moments ago had been sure of his victory, looking at the halfa in shock, who gave a charming smirk and a wink before getting onto the weight bench. Before he could start lifting, Coach Tetslaff placed a hand on the barbell, looking at Danny sternly.

“... are you sure about this Fenton?” She asked, wanting to make sure her star athlete didn’t injure himself. Danny nodded, a look of determination on his face. Tetslaff smiled slightly before taking her hand off the bar “... Alright. But just in case, Baxter, spot him.”

Dash grinned before strutting over and getting into position over Danny. “Don’t worry bro. As much as I hate losing to you I’m not about to let my best bro get crushed to death. Worst comes to worst we’ll lift this together.”

Danny grinned, and without another word, started lifting. It was the hardest lift he had ever done, his muscles burning as he pushed with all his might. His arms shook as his skin began to glisten with sweat, and for a moment it looked as though Dash might need to step in, until the blond joke spoke up. “Come on bro. You’ve got this. My best friends the strongest fucking man I know, not a fucking weakling! You can do this shit!” Dash said, his words of encouragement filling Danny with a fiery determination. With one last push, Danny was able to lift the bar all the way up and put it back down, his chest heaving as he got up. “Fuck dude. That was awesome.” Dash said, throwing an arm around the exhausted Danny’s shoulders as the crowd watching applauded. 

“And the winner of The Bench Press Weight Limit Challenge is, the one and only Danny Fenton!” Tetslaff announced, sending the gym into a cheer. Danny grinned, shoulder to shoulder with his best bro Dash as he soaked in the glory. 

God he fucking loved Sports Week. This was going to be the best one yet… if he survived it.

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Even before the incident with Desiree that had turned Danny into a popular, athletic ladies man, Danny had always been a pretty busy guy. Between keeping his grades up, hiding his secret identity, trying to have a social life and fighting ghosts, Danny had been spread pretty thin. Despite his old reputation as a slacker, Danny had rarely been able to find time to just relax, a problem that had only gotten worse after his transformation. Danny loved his new life, but one of the only things it hadn’t improved were his issues with time management. Suddenly he didn’t just have grades and ghost fighting to worry about, but also football practice, a much more demanding social life, and a lot more attention that constantly threatened to expose his secret identity. He wouldn’t give up being a jock for anything, but if he hadn’t had Dani to pick up his ghost responsibilities and Dash to help him deal with his new social responsibilities, he’d have been screwed. Which was why the combination of Sports Week and the Collectors tournament were already stressing Danny out by the start of day 2. Not only did he have a boxing tournament and a wrestling competition to do today, but he was fighting in the first round of the ghost tournament against Ember. He’d have to fight Ember, a ghost who literally thrived off being in the spotlight, in the middle of an arena filled with other ghosts hungry to see his ectoplasm contaminated blood spilled on the floor. He and Tucker had spent the whole night upgrading the Fenton Phones so he’d at least be able to avoid getting brainwashed, but now he was going to have to do all three events on almost no sleep. It was times like these that Danny almost missed his old life as a nerd. Almost. Jocks may have to work hard, but Danny could tell you from personal experience they got to play hard too, and nothing was a better stress relief for Danny than sticking his fat cock between Paulina Sanchez’s tits.

Danny felt a sleazy smirk cross his face as he fucked Paulina’s cleavage, his thick hands pushing the latinas boob together around his dick as Paulina moaned. Danny had never been as open about his preferences before, but even when he was a geek Danny was a chest man, which had transferred into him regularly getting tit jobs from a number of hot girls in his new life. None of them were as good as it as Paulina, whose boobs were currently jiggling around his cock as he fucked her chest. Not only did she have the biggest, most sensitive chest Danny had ever seen, but she genuinely enjoyed it when he played with her tits and came on her face. And that wasn’t even going into the sounds she made! Just thinking about it made Danny go faster, desperate to hear her moan once more. It wasn’t long before Danny, with a deep manly moan, came, splattering cum over both her face and boobs. As Danny watched Paulina wipe and lick the cum off her face and felt himself come down from the high of sex, he felt his cock jump again. God he was such a horndog these days. Before the wish he had never had this big a libido, nor was he so… raunchy.

“You done so soon Danny? I know you’ve got another round in you.” Paulina said flirtatiously as she finished cleaning up and she gently grabbed his still half hard cock, a seductive look in her eyes. Danny smirked, but slowly moved her hand off of his 13 inch monster

“Sorry babe. You know I could play with your tits all day, but I’ve got to keep some of my energy for the boxing match. Still, that was fucking amazing.” Danny said with a suave grin, before taking Paulina into a deep kiss “Thanks for helping me relax though. You always know what I need.” he whispered as he groped Paulina’s butt, making her giggle

“No problem. Just promise to pay me back next time.” she said as she grabbed her clothing, Danny helping her put her bra back on and giving her a playful swat on the ass before she sauntered out. God Danny loved his new life. Even if he hadn’t decided to go the full jock route and retained his old memories and personality, he loved moments like this where he just got to embrace being a jock and all the fun that came with it. Danny checked his phone as he pulled up his pants. He needed to get to the gymnasium right away, he was going to miss the boxing tournament!

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“Fenton, where the heck have you been?” Coach Testlaff said angrily as Danny jogged into the gymnasium. She immediately raised her hand to stop Danny from replying “Nevermind, I can guess where you’ve been. You and Sanchez need to learn to keep your hands to yourselves.” Coach Testlaff said, making Danny blush slightly.

“Sorry Coach. Just some pre-game jitters. Won’t happen again.” Danny said with a charming grin. Testlaff just sighed, clearly not buying it, and turned back to the boxing ring.

The gym was where most of the basketball games were held, but right now the court had been cleared and a makeshift boxing ring had been constructed in the middle, where all the students attending could see from the bleachers.

“Alright Fenton, here's the deal. As you know, boxing is one of the less popular sports at Casper High. Because of that you’re one of only 4 people to sign up this year. That's why we’re just doing a simple tournament this year. Three fights, the winners of the first two go against each other for first place in the third fight. First round starts soon, and you’re fighting Dale Thomas. Understood?” Testlaff asked, her voice as gruff as always. Danny simply nodded, a serious look on his face despite some serious internal panic.

Dale Thomas was the fourth most athletic guy in school, right after Danny, Dash and Kwan. A handsome guy with black skin, a strong manly jawline and a simple, short black haircut, Dale was known around school for three things: Being a ladies man, being a party animal, and being the best boxer in the town, if not the state. While Danny, Dash and Kwan had all focused more on football and wrestling, Dale was the undisputed king of the ring, which made the fact that Danny was going up against him first a real stroke of bad luck. Danny was just glad that Box Ghost was busy preparing for the collectors tournament. He had tried to attack last year's boxing event, which wasn’t very effective of course, but had led to Danny having to take 2 hours to explain that the sport of boxing had little to nothing to do with boxes, something that infuriated Box Ghost to the point he was almost a threat. Danny squared up his shoulders. There was no point in complaining now. It was time to show Casper High why he was top dog.

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The lights dimmed in the gymnasium, and a clearly unenthusiastic Mr. Lancer walked into the middle of the boxing ring as a hush fell over the crowd.

“Hello Students. I have been asked to be the announcer for this event as a way of increasing ‘school spirit.’ So let's just get this over with.” Lancer said, his voice dead as he read off from the cue cards.

“In this corner, we have the boxing champion himself. Winner of last year's boxing event, head of the school's boxing club, and the most powerful left hook in the state, we have Dale 'Devastation’ Thomas.” Lancer said, his tone flat despite the exciting words. Despite the poorly delivered intro, Dale milked it for all it was work, flexing for the audience as they cheered for him, a confident smirk on his face as he swaggered into the ring.

“And in this corner, we have the big man himself. One of the strongest people in school, our star running back and school football hero, we have Danny Fenton, AKA D-Man.” Lancer continued, voice still as void of emotion as Danny strut into the ring. Danny had forgotten that he and Dale had been asked to come up with their own ‘boxing nicknames’ for the event, but he didn’t hate the one he had come up with, even if it felt a little basic.

Still, beggars can’t be choosers, especially since names were the least of Danny’s worries at the moment. Dale looked at him with a small smile, and almost neutral face that basically spoke both cockiness and determination. It showed just how much Dale WANTED to pound Danny into next week. Regardless, Danny isn’t going to take this lightly, he’s going to DEFEND his jock title.

“Danny. Or should I call you D-Man? Not your most creative name bro.” Dale said, quietly enough for only he and Danny to hear, with a slight smirk on his face. Danny smirked back, not backing down from the other jocks challenge

“Well, we can’t all be ‘Devastation’ Bro.” Danny teased lightly, punching Dale on the shoulder a little harder than necessary, pumped up with the spirit of competition. “Plus any name was gonna sound kind of lame with Mr. Lancer announcing it like that.”

“Alright you two. Save it for the match.” Coach Testlaff said, walking over to the two in her referee outfit “Now, I want a clean fight. No low blows, nothing that can cause a serious injury. We’re doing a simple 4 round match, each 3 minutes long, but if either of you needs to bow out early, don’t hesitate. This isn’t a professional match, and I don’t want your egos costing me two of the best athletes in school. Got it?” Testlaff continued with a stern glare on her face.

“Yes coach!” Danny and Dale said simultaneously, both macho jocks slightly intimidated by the large woman.

“Alright then. Touch gloves, head to your corners, and wait for the bell. You’re smart enough to know what's next.”

Danny and Dale’s eyes met, almost identical smirks on their faces as an unspoken challenge burned in their eyes. They touched gloves, and each headed to their respective corners. Danny was laser focused on the fight in front of him, or at least he was trying to be. Being shirtless in the middle of the school gymnasium, with almost every girl in school drooling over him, was naturally a little distracting. He took a deep breath… and heard the bell ring.

Danny, both as Fenton and Phantom, was no stranger to fighting. He had faced off with numerous ghosts, and in his old life was constantly trying to avoid getting pummeled by the guy who was now his best friend. But boxing was a whole other beast. There were rules to boxing, different techniques and forms. Even if it resembled a bare knuckle fight to people who watched casually, it was a real sport, and one Danny knew Dale excelled at. Which was why Danny knew the first thing he had to do was throw Dale off balance. He couldn’t be too hastey, but he had to strike quick enough to prevent Dale from gaining momentum. The good thing about Dale having so much experience is that Danny had been able to study his technique inside and out, and knew how to counter it, at least in theory.

Danny sprung forward and hit Dale with a jab, only to find it expertly blocked by the beefy black teen. Danny scowled and jumped back as Dale tried to uppercut him. Dale had an incredible defense, and offense, but wasn’t the quickest boxer, so Danny had to keep moving if he wanted to avoid getting knocked out. Dale rushed forward with a rear hook, shocking Danny out of his thoughts as he pivoted to the side. He should have known Dale was going to be smart enough to mix things up and make sure Danny didn’t get the drop on him. Despite things turning for the worst, Danny grinned. This was the thing he loved about sports: when things really started to get interesting. Danny went in for another jab, but was blocked again by Dale. Dale followed with a cross, finally getting a hit on Danny, still grinning as he took a hit straight to the face. Danny headed in with an uppercut, getting his own first hit as his glove connected with Dale’s jaw. The two continued to trade blows, equally matched, until…

BRIIIING

“Alright, that's round one. Take a breather.” Testlaff ordered. Danny almost couldn’t believe it as he walked over to his corner of the ring, his chest glistening with sweat as he sat down on a stool. Had that really only been 3 minutes? As he sat down, he saw Dash climb up onto the outer section of the ring, water bottle in hand. Dash and Kwan had been conflicted on who to cheer for, as they were friends of both Dale and Danny, so it had been agreed upon beforehand that Dash would act as Danny’s cornerman, and Kwan would be Dale’s. Danny took out his mouthguard for a moment, allowing Dash to spray some water in his mouth with a bottle

“You’re doing good out there Fen-bro, but if you don’t get an edge soon Dale is going to get a better read on you and get the advantage. You’ve got to shake things up a bit yourself, but keep moving and stay out of his reach. Trust me dude, I know Dale, you’re already shaking his confidence.” Dash said, giving Danny a rough pat on the back. Danny shot Dash a grateful grin before putting his mouthguard back in and getting up. Time for round 2.

Soon the bell rang again, and Danny and Dale were back in the ring. This time Danny played it more defensively, keeping his guard up and dodging as much as he could. He figured if he could frustrate Dale enough, he might get him to slip up. Dale was a good guy, but like most jocks he had a big ego, especially when his favorite sport was involved. Danny knew if he could up the pressure, he would find an opening. After Danny dodged what felt like two dozen hits from Dale, and took about half a dozen more, he finally saw what he was looking for. With a strong lead hook, Danny struck his opponent right across the face, sending Dale reeling. Danny took the opportunity to get in a number of strikes while Dale attempted to recover. By the time the second round was over Danny had managed to get in a fair number of hits, leaving him and Dale on a more even playing field.

By the time the bell rang, Danny was feeling PRETTY winded so far… he graciously accepted the water bottle Dash took, then spat out his mouthguard for a sec before taking a swig.

“You got this D-Man. God was that really the best name you could come up with?” Dash teased lightly as Danny drank deeply

“Dash. I am way too tired for jokes right now. Dale’s right hook is killing me.” Danny groaned as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

“Just keep going. If you can get a knockout this round, you can still win this.” Dash encouraged, right before the bell went off, singling the beginning of round 3. As Danny’s eyes met Dale, Danny felt a shiver go down his spine in a way that closely resembled his ghost sense. The look on Dale’s face was… ferocious, like an animal trapped in a corner. Danny steeled his nerves, and got into position. Dale wasn’t going down without a fight, but neither was he.

Then round 3 began. Dale was able to land a blow to the side of Danny's face almost immediately. Danny uppercut Dale in retaliation, only for Dale to hit him with a devastating body blow. Both seemed eager to get a knockout, being aggressively offensive with little defense to show for it. As the crowd watched in shock and awe, it became clear this was going to come down to who went down first. The two continued to viciously trade blows, until a final right hook sent Dale falling to the floor.

“One, two, three-” Testlaff counted as Dale struggled to get up. Danny kept his guard up, knowing Dale never quit unless he had to, but hoping that Dale would stay down at least until Danny fell over himself.

“Four, five, six-” The crowd counted along, watching in anticipation to see who would come out on top.

“Seven, eight, nine-” Danny whispered under his breath, closing his eyes for a moment, nervous he’d see Dale getting to his feet at the last moment.

“Ten! Danny ‘D-Man’ Fenton wins!” Testlaff announced, her echoing voice followed by a large roar of applause by the audience! Danny is just barely able to stay upright as he lifted a single fist in the air in victory! Heck, Dash and Kwan were both running over to him, hugging him and helping him up.
Danny walked over to Dale, still panting on the floor, and helped him up as well. “You did good out there man. My face is going to hurt for the next week.”

Dale laughed roughly and took Danny’s hand, getting to his feet. “We wouldn’t want to hurt that pretty face of yours. All the girls in school would kill me.” Dale joked, getting a loud laugh out of Danny. Danny knew Dale had been really hoping to win the fight, but part of being a jock was losing sometimes, and the two weren’t going to let their friendship fall apart over a single match. Dale was still the captain of the boxing team anyways, and, while Danny hated to admit it, Dale would probably beat Danny into the ground if they had a rematch. The two jocks, helped by Dash and Kwan, made their way out of the rings and to the locker rooms, fighting off eager fans and smitten girls the entire way. As Danny rubbed his aching jaw, he remembered something that made him want to groan.

This was only the first time he’d have to fight today.

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After recovering a bit, he flew directly over to the ghost zone as his match in THAT tournament was going to begin soon…
In fact, once he arrived in the arena, as Phantom of course, Sidney Pointdexter had approached him, “Hey! You’re up next after the next match!”
Danny’s mouth dropped in shock. “The tournament started already!? I knew I took too long to recover!” Danny said, despite the fact that his arms and face were still aching horribly.
“Uh, yeah, about that, why do you look like you’ve already been slugged in the face?” Pointdexter asked, noting the receding bruise on Danny’s face.
“It’s sports week bro.” Danny said with a playfully smirk on his face, causing Sidney to roll his eyes.
“I know we’re friends and all, but I will never understand you jocks. Anyways, you’re up next. You’ve already missed most of round 1 by the way. I’ll walk you through what's happened already.” The nerdy ghost offered as they both flew into the arena.

Danny was a little shocked to learn that he had missed most of the fights that were happening that day, and had basically gotten lucky he hadn’t missed his own fight by accident. So far Frostbite had fought Technus, winning easily by literally, and somewhat ironically, freezing the computer loving ghost. The plant ghost that Danny had seen earlier, Undergrowth, had gone up against Box Ghost, and to no one's surprise won easily. Johnny and Kitty had been forced to fight each other, which was boring at the start because they refused to hurt each other, until Johnny winked at a girl in the stands and Kitty immediately knocked him out. Danny personally thought that would have been the case, all things considered.

“And of course there was my fight with Spectra,” Poindexter said, somehow paling in fear despite the fact he was in black and white, “I swear she’s the nastiest bully I’ve ever met. She tore me to shreds, and not just physically. I can’t believe she was once a counselor!” The disgust was clear in his squeaky voice.
“Wait,” Danny said, “If she was that hard of an opponent, then how are you still in one piece?”
Poindexter shuddered, “I’ve chosen to let the memory be repressed…”
“So, whose left?” Danny asked, giving the much smaller ghost a sympathetic nod as they took their seats. “While, currently it’s-”

Suddenly the crowd went wild as a figure was violently thrown into the ghost shield separating the audience from the fight. It took a moment for Danny to realize that the person who was currently smearing the ectoplasm green force field was Vlad! The older halfa looked like he had been beaten black and blue, a pained sneer on his face as he pried himself off the ghost shield.
“Currently it’s Vlad versus Vortex,” The nerdy ghost continued, chuckling slightly as Vlad threw himself back into the fight, “It’s been a gosh darn interesting fight, but Vlad’s been getting his hiney handed to him!”
Danny smirked at this. Even though he knew that Vortex was just as much, if not more of a threat at the moment, he couldn’t deny the vindictive joy he got watching the weather ghost basically destroy Vlad, the menace getting comically slammed over and over and OVER, like something out of a cartoon. He was almost sorry when the battle was over, and Vortex stood victorious over Vlad.
“That was amazing.” Danny said with a wide grin, unable to help himself. Johnny, who had floated over to sit next to Danny and currently had what looked like an ice pack held to his face, sent a teasing grin Danny’s way. “Don’t get too excited Danny. You’re up next,” The biker reminded Danny, causing the halfa’s smile to disappear as his face paled. Oh right. He still had to fight Ember.
“You guys got any tips for me? I know I can hold my own against Ember usually, but fighting a ghost whose whole thing is getting power from her fans, in an arena full of people cheering for her, seems like it’s going to be a challenge.” Danny said, putting his Fenton Phones in as he prepared for the fight. “Well, if you’re going to get anywhere, you’ve got to destroy her guitar, or at least keep it away from her. She might not be able to brainwash you at the moment, but as long as she has that guitar she’ll be a threat,” Johnny said. He then thought for a moment, “I mean, it’s not like you can hijack her whole cheer-equals-power bit.”
This made Danny pause for a bit… and think.
“Maybe I can…” Danny said cryptically, getting confused looks from the other two teenage ghosts as he floated down into the arena, getting prepared for the fight. It wasn’t long before the Collector, the eccentric ghost who Danny remembered had put together this whole tournament, floated out of his private box, an antique microphone in their hands.

“Ghost and poltergeist, spectors and ghouls, welcome to part six of the first round of the Collector’s Tournament!” The Collector said, a manic grin on his face as the crowd went wild. Danny still couldn’t help but feel slightly unnerved by the eccentric ghost that currently floated above the arena. There was something about him, his gangly pale limbs, his crazed yellow eyes, his suit that seemed to be a mishmash of different things people collected, that just put Danny on edge. Still, he had to focus on the fight in front of him right now. He looked across the arena to see Ember, already prepared to battle, with a guitar in one hand and a microphone headset carefully placed on her head so that her fiery blue hair wouldn’t burn it. “Now,” the collector continued, “You all know the rules. Each fight will go on until one of the fighters taps out or is unable to continue. This is an anything goes fight, so use every power at your disposal. No outside help is allowed in the arena, and anyone who attempts to help will be removed from the tournament.” The Collector said, counting off the three main rules of the tournament on his hands, “And, as you all know, every contestant is allowed to use three of their signature tools, with the understanding that if they lose a battle, the winner has the right to claim those tools for themselves!”
Danny’s jaw dropped as he heard the final rule, turning back to look at Poindexter and Johnny in disbelief “It’s true kid. Kitty’s been holding my bike over my head since she beat me at that last fight. Says she’ll only give it back if I apologize for flirting with another girl. I just winked at her, It's not like I actually did anything.” Johnny said with a scowl
“Yeah, and Spectra got to steal a part of my old mirror!” Poindexter said, getting a confused look from Danny “I kept some of the shards from the mirror after you smashed it. They still have a bit of its old power, so I thought it might help, but then I lost it.” The nerdy ghost said, practically deflating as he spoke,
“Why didn’t you guys tell me this beforehand?” Danny asked, wondering how he was going to explain to his parents he basically gave away the Fenton Phones. Thank god he hadn’t brought the thermos with him! “We thought you knew squirt. Pencil neck must have forgotten to mention it.” Johnny said, glaring at Poindexter, who looked sheepish.
Danny sighed, and turned to look at Ember, who was already staring at him with a malicious grin. Danny couldn’t afford to lose here, not with Zeus’s thunderbolt on the line. He was going to have to give this everything he had, even if he was still recovering from his match with Dale.

“Alright then. Let the 6th match… BEGIN!” The Collector said, raising his hand to single the start of the match as the crowd began to go wild. Danny rushed forward towards the rockstar ghost, only to be sent flying back by a soundwave that was shot out of Ember's guitar. “Alright Collector’s tournament!” Ember said with a menacing grin as she raised her arm above her head “Are you ready to ROCK!” She yelled, pulling her arm down and loudly strumming her guitar, letting out a massive soundwave that caused the audience to cheer wildly. Danny watched as Ember literally soaked up the audience's excitement, her hair flaring as she grew more powerful. Danny scowled. This was going to be a tough one.

Ember immediately began to play her guitar, sending a soundwave that Danny only barely dodged before it hit the arena wall hard enough to crack the stone. Already she was pretty strong!
Danny continued to dodge, each time barely getting out of the way as Ember sent wave after wave of attack at him! She was relentless, a wild look on her face as she continued her onslaught of attacks. As he continued to frantically dodge, he tried to think of a way to counter attack. Sure, he could, and was, sending ecto blasts at her, but with how powerful the crowd was making her, he wasn’t dealing much damage. He needed a way to draw the attention away from Ember, but what could he do to-
Danny suddenly had an idea, one that made him blush profusely. He knew it was a bit of a weird tactic, and even he couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed by the idea, but… drastic times DIDS call for drastic measures. And he was PRETTY SURE it would work. A second later and Ember stopped her assault only long enough to gloat, “What’s wrong, dipstick? Things are getting too hot to handle!?”
Danny, still nervous inside but doing his best to cover, sent Ember a cocky smirk, saying, “I’ll show you hot.” Then, he grabbed at his super suit, his hands gripping it by the insignia, and tore off the top of his hazmat suit, revealing his rippling upper body to the entire arena. For a moment the entire arena, including Ember, was completely silent in shock, before the audience let out a massive cheer, the female ghost in the arena particularly excited as they leered at the hunky halfa. Danny smirked, and started to do some bodybuilding poses, switching between them as he showed off every part of his body. Danny, the new Danny at least, had actually been thinking about getting into bodybuilding for sometime, and some of his idols were bodybuilders, so he knew a lot of the more popular posing techniques. As the ladies in the crowd – and some of the guys, including poindexter surprisingly – swooned, Ember simply watched in absolute shock, before shaking her head, her fire burning hotter, this time out of anger rather than a power boost

“Seriously babypop? Stealing the spotlight by taking off your shirt?! That’s a low blow!” She said, clearly pissed off, “I’m a real artist, not some egomaniac meathead!”

“I’m not sure you’re one to be talking about ego, Ember. Your breakout hit was literally you just begging for attention.” Danny said with a cocky smirk as he raised his arms into a double bicep flex, making the crowd go wild and enraging Ember. As Danny flexed for the crowd, he felt a strange surge of power flow through him, and heard what sounded like a crackling sound come from somewhere over his head. Danny looked up, and realized with a start that his hair had become a blazing white fire, just like Embers! Danny paled for a moment as he was reminded of Dan, but was torn from his thoughts by a screech of anger from the other side of the arena. The blue haired rockstar stared at Danny with pure malice in her eyes. “That's my power, and my applause dipstick! You’re gonna pay!”

Before Danny could even react, Ember rushed forward and slammed her guitar into his stomach, sending him reeling back. Danny got to his feet, recovering quickly, and split himself into three doubles before all three of them shot an ectoblast at the musical ghost. This actually surprised him as he always STRUGGLED with self-duplication. Regardless, Ember dodged, and started to sing, just simple notes, too busy dodging and attacking to sing properly, but just enough to send powerful waves of music at Danny and his duplicates, already destroying one. As the crowd cheered, Danny could feel both him and Ember get another boost in power, the flames on their heads each burning brighter. It did make sense in a way. Just like with a boxing or wrestling match, this fight was entertainment, and as long as they were cheering for the fighters, they’d get a boost just like Ember did at her concerts.

Ember sent her own ectoblast at one of the Danny’s who quickly dodged. That Danny sent another blast at her, more powerful than his usual attacks. Ember dodged, just barely, a black mark right where she was standing a moment ago and an angry scowl on her face. She sent another attack, and then another and another! Danny dodged one, split into two pieces to avoid the second, but took the third blast straight to the face, before disappearing. “What the-!?” she was a bit insulted, “Alright you coward, where are you!?”
Ember realized what was coming a moment before it did, but still didn’t have time to react. Danny, the real Danny, flew out of the ground beneath her, having taken his duplicate distraction to phase into the floor of the arena. As he flew up he punched her with a powerful uppercut, sending the rockstar flying back as he knocked her off her feet. The ghost girl scowled and wiped ectoplasm from her chin, still up, but before she could do anything Danny sent another ectoblast at her, and then another, each one barely blocked a shield as Ember scrambled to recover. As the crowd cheered at Danny’s incredible blow, Danny smirked and flexed one of his arms for them, showing off his massive bicep for the crowd, causing more applause. Unfortunately, the distraction of his own ego allowed Ember a chance to recover. In a fit of rage, Ember launched herself at Danny, and soon the two ghosts were grappling in the air.

“Get off of my stage Phantom!” Ember yelled, the two ghost faces inches away as they struggled against each other, Ember's guitar caught between them as they struggled “This isn’t a stage Ember. And I’m giving up this fight to cater to your ego!” Danny said, getting a disbelieving scoff from Ember “My ego!? I’m not the one who got half naked for the whole audience babypop!” She said, gritting her teeth in anger.
“Well they seem to like it…” Danny said with a simple smile.
Indeed, a large chunk of the audience was now cheering, “Danny! Danny! Danny!” Some others were cheering, “Phantom! Phantom! Phantom!” And to top it off, Danny was still grabbing at the guitar due to the struggle. The effect was VERY PROMINENT as Danny’s head ignited further, flowing freely and even getting slightly longer, something reminiscent of a comic book or manga. Heck Danny had a faint aura as well that had the same flaming effect! Ember’s eyes widened as she realized that the audience had turned against her, and that Danny was about to win. Danny’s hand was still gripping the guitar, but his other hand began to glow a strong, bright green, and in a massive blast Ember was sent flying into the ground. Danny floated down to his clearly defeated opponent as the Collector floated out of his private box once more/

“And, the winner of the sixth fight of my lovely tournament is… Danny Phantom!” The collector declared, causing the arena to once again break out into a loud cheer. Danny felt the flames on his head glow brighter than ever, before slowly fading away as his hair returned to normal. He supposed, since the performance was over, so was the boost in power. Danny walked over to where Ember laid, defeated, his guitar in her hand. The blue haired ghost didn’t meet his eye, just glaring at the floor “... I lost. You beat me. And now…” Ember’s voice trailed off, pain so evident in her tone that it shocked Danny. He had never seen the spoiled rockstar so… unconfident. Vulnerable, even. “You want my guitar?” She asked bitterly, grabbing it from him for a moment, before shoving it back into his bare chest, “Go ahead! Take it!”
Danny was taken aback by this, feeling a bit awkward about what was happening. Ember’s guitar?? He held it in his hand, and looked down at Ember. He was probably imagining it, and he knew that Ember would blast him if he mentioned it, but he swore he saw her mascara running with tears. Danny was reminded of Johnny, and how distressed he was when he lost his bike. Danny sighed, and handed the guitar back to the shocked ghost.
“Look, I’m just trying to win the tournament. I’m not here to steal from you, especially not something you're obviously attached to. You can keep your guitar,” he said firmly. Ember hesitated for a moment, as if expecting a trick, but then slowly took the guitar being offered to her. She looked at Danny, oddly pensive, before scowling roughly. “Thanks I guess.” She said, clearly not happy to be indebted to the halfa “... Ugh. Come with me.” She said, gesturing to Danny to follow. Danny stood there for a moment in shock, before she turned back to him “C’mon babypop! Our fight is over, and you don’t want to be here when the next one starts.” Still confused, Danny floated after her, heading to the outside of the arena.

“So, uh… why am I here?” he asked a bit awkwardly. Ember rolled her eyes in annoyance, although Danny also thought for a moment he saw a slight blush on her face.
“You’re here so I can pay you back. I don’t want to be indebted to some do-gooder buzzkill, so… here.” Ember said, going over to a ghostly van that seemed to be filled with musical equipment and pulling out a guitar.
“Your guitar? Ember, I just said that I don’t-”
“It’s not my guitar, dipstick,” Ember interrupted, “It’s a spare. I have it in case of emergencies. I probably should have been using it tonight, since I don’t wanna lose my real guitar, but I wasn’t expecting to get knocked out in the first round.” She said with a scowl, before handing Danny the guitar. “Here. You can have it. It has the same powers as my regular guitar, so be careful with it. And don’t lose it! I gave that guitar to you and specifically you, I don’t want Vlad or Vortex or whoever to end up with it.” She said angrily, before her face softened slightly “... thank you. For not taking away my guitar. That was… decent of you Phantom.”
Danny said nothing, but smiled at Ember for a moment, before he looked over the guitar, it looked like her main one, only without the flair that her own came with. “Feel free to decorate it however you want. Everyone has their own style.” Ember noted as he looked over the guitar. She grabbed a band shirt, one Danny recognized from her merch when she first played in Amity Park, and threw it at him “And put on a shirt Babypop. Just because you’re hot now doesn’t mean you can walk around half naked.”
“So you think I’m hot now?” Danny said with a teasing smirk.
This prompted Ember to blush upon realizing what she just said. “I… oh shut up.” she said with a scowl, one far less angry than she had before. Danny simply smirked and pulled on the shirt, which he was happy to find was fairly tight on him, clinging to his arms and chest particularly. It would have looked very sexy… if it wasn’t for the fact that his pecs completely warmed Ember's Face on the shirt, making her look ridiculous. Danny and Ember stared at Danny’s shirt for a moment… before both broke out laughing. Ember, still chuckling, grabbed Danny’s new shirt, and tied up the bottom of it making the face on their shirt look less ridiculous, revealing Danny’s midriff to the air, and making his pecs pop even more. “Now that is much better.” Ember said. Danny grinned, before realizing how close Ember’s face was to him. This made him blush… He felt himself leaning in…

“And, announcing our 7th fight of the day, we have the ghostly hunter Skulker, facing off against the mighty Heracles himself!” A loud, familiar voice rang out from the nearby arena as the Collector began to introduce the 7th fight. Ember and Danny, realizing what was happening, both backed up slightly, blushing “Uh… I guess I should go watch the fight with my alliance.” Danny said, sending a charming albeit embarrassed grin at Ember. “Yeah, I guess you should. See you around, big guy.” Ember said with a grin as she got into her ghostly van and drove off. Danny smirked slightly as he walked back into the arena. So far he won a huge race, lifted 340 pounds, beat the best boxer in school at his own sport, watched Vlad get his butt handed to him, won a fight against (and kind of flirted with) Ember, and he was about to watch Heracles himself in battle. And it wasn’t even the end of day 2.

Danny loved his life.

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Danny sat between Poindexter and Johnny 13, a mixture of exhaustion, relief and excitement on his face. Danny was well aware that once he got back to the human realm he’d have to finish up the second part of the boxing event, and even then would have to perform in the wrestling event, but at the moment he couldn’t seem to bring himself to care. After working so hard on such little sleep, Danny was thrilled to have a moment to just sit down and relax. The only reason he wasn’t immediately running home to take a power nap was because he was too excited at the idea of watching Heracles in action. It wasn’t everyday he got the chance to see a literally legendary demigod beat up one of his most aggravating enemies after all. So, despite his exhaustion and the sheer ache in his legs telling him to go lie down for two to three business days, Danny stayed and watched the rest of round 1.

There were only two fights on the docket left, one between the ghostly princess Dora and the easily angered Lunch Lady, and another between Heracles and Skulker. While Danny had been specifically looking forward to watching Heracles and Skulker fight, the fight between Dora and Lunch Lady was actually pretty great to watch. Lunch Lady wasn’t considered the strongest of Danny’s enemies, especially considering her main weapon was lunch meat, but she was no slouch either. After Dora used her fire breath to cook Lunch Lady’s first meat based attack to a crisp, something that Danny had to admit smelled incredible, the older ghost had started to literally fight fire with fire. Danny had to wonder if the way the fights were ordered was entirely random or not, especially since so far Kitty and Johnny had been forced to face off, Poindexter faced a ghost who was specifically trained in taking down insecure teens, and this fight was between the only two people in the tournament who could regularly breath fire. It almost seemed like they were being paired together thematically, and Danny wouldn’t be surprised if the Collector had manipulated the bracket to make things more interesting…
If that was it, Danny had to hand it to him. As annoying as it was that the strange ghost had messed with a supposedly ‘random’ bracket, the fights he put together were definitely interesting. Danny watched and cheered for Dora as the two ghosts fought, the flames across the arena growing bigger and bigger as the battle raged on. As cool as the fight was to watch though, Danny was somewhat relieved when Dora eventually came out on top, Lunch Lady’s tendency to rely on lunch food hindering her in a battle with just fire. From the victorious smile on Dora’s face as she helped Lunch Lady up after the battle, he could tell she was happy too, especially since he was fairly sure he heard the two women exchanging fighting tips as they left.

Danny’s attention was torn away from the two as he watched The Collector rise from his private box again, commanding the attention of the entire arena. “What a wonderful fight my dear ghost and ghouls! Those two certainly know how to bring the heat!” The Collector said, getting a polite chuckle, and more than a few eye rolls, from the audience “Now, onto our final fight of the night. We are lucky my friends, because for our final fight of round 1, we get to watch hunter face hunter! On one side, the most legendary hunter in the ghost zone, the metallic menace, Skulker!” The Collector announced, to a surprisingly loud cheer from the audience. Danny hadn’t realized it, but it appeared Skulker was actually quite popular among the residents of the ghost zone, at least those he hadn’t hunted. “And, on the other side, the most famed hunter of all time, the slayer of the Nemean lion, Heracles!” The collector announced to another, somewhat larger cheer that Danny couldn’t help himself from joining in on. “This is going to be good.” Danny said as he watched the two fighters float down into the arena

“Eh, I think this one is going to be a bit predictable actually.” Johnny said, getting a confused look from Danny. “What do you mean? I know he’s fighting Heracles, but I’ve fought Skulker before and he’s no slouch.”
“Well, that's not really the problem old pal.” Poindexter chimed in, “While they’re both great fighters, it's kind of an open secret that Skulker is going to be off his game.”
“Off his game? Why? He never gets distracted during a fight.” Danny protested
“He never gets distracted during a HUNT my friend. Very different,” Dora, having just finished recovering from her fight, replied as she floated down between Poindexter and Danny, “This is different. Because of the rules of the tournament, Skulker has a lot more on the line, possibly more than anyone… I’d feel bad for him if he didn’t keep trying to hunt me wherever I’m in dragon form. Keeps saying he ‘can’t resist the call of the hunt.’ whenever I call him out on it.” Dora grumbled. Danny considered this for a moment, before he realized what Dora was talking about.
“Because of the rule about tools, right? Even if he’s only using his battle suit, that's a tool, and if he loses, Hercules get’s to take it for himself.” Danny said, recalling the rare times he had seen Skulker outside his suit, a small, almost indistinct angry green blob.
“Yep. He’s got extras, of course, but he’s fairly possessive of his suits. If he loses one to someone else, it’ll really cheese him off,” Poindexter said, “But his pride wouldn’t let him turn down the invitation to the tournament. That, and the fact that Ember dumped him again recently, have the guy on edge.”
Danny looked down at the scowling hunter, who didn’t seem to notice Danny at all, too focused on the enemy before him. Danny had admittedly forgotten that Ember and Skulker were, or now used to be, kind of an item, so it was a little awkward when he remembered he had just been flirting with the ghostly rockstar, but it wasn’t like they had actually done anything so he let himself off the hook. A part of him felt a little bad that Skulker was going to lose something important to him, since after what happened with Johnny, and now Ember, he was beginning to understand that the few material possessions ghost usually had were fairly important to them, but he couldn’t find it in himself to completely sympathise with the guy who was constantly talking about taking his ‘pelt’ as a trophy. So Danny just let himself relax and watch the fight. The collector raised his arm, just as he did for the fights before… and with a dramatic swing, the fight began
Heracles moved so quickly that Danny almost couldn’t see him. Danny had heard of Heracles legendary strength, but it seemed the barrel chested demigod was no slouch in the speed department either. In moments he was face to face with Skulker, his club rearing down on the other hunter, who Danny was even more shocked to see deflect his blow. Skulkler jumped back, and tried to shoot a net at Heracles, only for the man to whip out a knife and cut through the thing midair. Heracles pounced at Skulker, Skulker stepped to the side, Skulker threw a bolas at his feet, Heracles simply reached down and tore them off. Neither seemed to be able to land a hit on the other, both fighting so fast and so fiercely that the crowd could barely keep up. Danny, and possibly only Danny, could tell that his old enemy Skulker was getting nervous. Skulker wasn’t a fighter, he was a hunter, and as a hunter he normally had a comfortable advantage over his prey. He was no slouch physically, but the way he fought was always somewhat… detached, like he was going after a trophy rather than fighting a fellow being, but right now the way he was fighting seemed… desperate, like a man fighting for survival itself, not pride or glory. He hid it very well, but Danny could tell that he was on the ropes, something he knew Hercules would be picking up on too. The fight continued for a while, but Skulker kept getting more and more flustered, until in a moment of sloppiness-

BLANG

The sound of Hercules club smacking directly into Skulker's face rang throughout the arena. It was the first hit to land on either party of the fight so far, and as Skulker fell over, it was clear it was also the last. The crowd roared as the final fight of round 1 came to a close, with Heracles standing over the hunting-obsessed ghost victoriously. Danny felt himself stand and clap before he even realized what he was doing, a wide grin on his face. He knew that a literal demigod was going to be impressive, but watching him fight was absolutely incredible. Maybe he could ask him for some tips before the next fight, if he had the time. At that thought, Danny took out his phone and scowled slightly at what he saw. He definitely did not have the time. After saying a quick goodbye to his ghost friends (huh. When had he started to think of Johnny, Sidney and Dora as his friend?) he floated off toward the portal. He still had another boxing match, and the entire wrestling event to finish!

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Danny had known going in the final round of the boxing tournament was basically just a formality. Dale had been the best boxer in school, and even though he was going up against Dash, who had managed to beat out Kwan in his own first boxing match, they both knew that if Danny could beat Dale that Dash wasn’t going to be much more of a challenge. Of course the two jocks didn’t want to let the fact that the outcome was going to be obvious keep the fight from being interesting for everyone else, so they had both agreed to ham up the drama a bit before. Well a far less professional fight than the first round, the second was far more exciting, with powerful uppercuts and sharp blows that thankfully didn’t hurt as much as Danny and Dash made it look. In the end Danny had won, even though Dash, who was never one to just admit defeat, did put up a pretty good fight. The two of them had walked out of the ring together, their arms around each other's shoulders, wide grins on their bruised faces as they both made their way to the locker room, knowing they’d have to face off again in the wrestling competition soon. Since the wrestling competition, like wrestling itself, was cut into weight categories, Danny and Dash were the only two large enough to wrestle each other. The other wrestling competitions for other weight classes had happened throughout the day, in between the different boxing rounds, and Danny and Dash’s wrestling match was going to be the final one of the day. That was another reason why they had each taken the final boxing match a little less seriously than they probably should, because they knew the real battle for them was right around the corner. Still, even knowing they had to take all the time they could to rest, Danny and Dash couldn’t resist joking around a bit. Which was why a half naked halfa currently had his best friend’s wrestling singlet held high over his head as the blond jock tried to grab it from him.

“Danny, you fucking jackass, give me back my signlet!” Dash said between chuckles, clearly amused despite his attempt to seem angry. The fact that Danny was essentially laughing WITH him, didn't seem to help out much either. “Nope, no way Dash, first you’ve got to admit it. Admit my arms are bigger than yours.” Danny said, a teasing smirk on his best friend as he purposely stoked his competitive nature “C’mon bro, you don’t want me to lie to you, do you?” Dash said with a shit eating grin, getting a playful push from Danny that he quickly returned. It was times like these that Danny was really, truly happy he had made that wish. Sure it was great in other ways, the muscles and the sex they brought with them being a particularly awesome perk, but what made Danny the happiest was the thing he had wished for in the first point: he was friends with Dash again. Playing football together, hanging out together, even these moments where they just played dumb jokes on eachother, it was like having his old best friend back. Just being around Dash made him feel different, made him feel better. Around Dash he didn’t feel like the awkward nerd he was, or the confident jock he had become, he just felt like… Danny.

Absorbed in his thoughts, Danny didn’t even realize what he was doing until his lips were already against Dash’s. Even when he did, he couldn’t bring himself to stop, the pleasure of kissing the other man too much to resist. Dash froze for a moment as well, before melting into the kiss himself, his tongue pushing against Danny’s as their kiss became more passionate. Danny felt himself grow flush as their kiss became rougher and more dominant, quickly going from the two subtly testing the waters to them ravaging each other, their kiss both an expression of undisguised lust and a struggle for dominance. Danny was no stranger to heated makeout sessions, having had plenty with the many girls who vied for his attention around school, and even some of the hotter guys he had had the pleasure of messing around with, but this one felt different than all of those, less like he was appreciating how hot it was and more like he was letting a damn burst, releasing something he hadn’t even realized he had been holding back.

Danny pushed Dash roughly up against a locker, his hands in the other jocks short blond hair, his bulge pressed against his meaty thigh. “Fuck Danny, I always wanted to do this with you.” Dash said breathily, a slight smirk on his face as his hands traveled up and down Danny’s abs, still sweaty from their boxing match. “Fuck, me too bro. God I can’t wait to fuck you…” Danny said, his hand already reaching down for Dash’s gym shorts as they continued to grind against each other. He was surprised when Dash playfully smacked his hand away “You think I’m gonna let you fuck me right before our wrestling match? I’ve seen enough girls walk funny after spending a night with you to know better than that. I’m not giving you any advantage just because you’re hot.” Dash challenged, a joking, aggressive, flirtatious smirk on his face. Danny chuckled, grinning right back as he continued to grind against him “Fine. We’ll save the fucking till after the match. Winner tops, loser has to start the whole awkward ‘what does this mean’ conversation” Danny said with another breathy chuckle. “Deal. Now start going faster bro. You know I hate to go into a match with blue balls.” The blond half joked before kissing Danny again. The two continued to grind their muscular, beefy bodies together, muscles against muscles, pecs against pecs, cock against cock. Danny knew that the awkward ‘what does this mean’ conversation that he had jokingly brought up was going to happen, as it usually did when he fucked someone he was already friends with, but right now he didn’t care. He just wanted to fucking cum already, even if he had to do it against his best bros thigh. It wasn’t long before both jocks had cum, spunk running down their legs as they started to come down from the orgasmic high.
“... We need to get cleaned up and head out. Coach already thinks I can’t keep my hands to myself.” Danny said with a deep chuckle as he started to clean himself up and change into his singlet
“She’s not wrong bro. I bet I’m not even the first person you’ve hooked up with in a locker room today.” Dash said with a cheeky grin, not a hint of jealousy in his voice as he also changed. Danny knew the slight blush on his face had already given away his answer, and Dash playfully punched him on the arm as they made their way to leave “I knew it. Let me guess, you got a titjob from Paulina?” Dash asked, hitting the nail on the head, “Man you’re a sucker for anyone with a big chest aren’t you.”
“You would know brah,” Danny said, playfully groping Dash’s left pec, getting another chuckle out of the other man, “Now let's get going. I’m going to destroy you out there.”

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Danny smirked as he swaggered out onto the wrestling mat, adjusting his huge bulge as he did, knowing his red wrestling singlet showed off each and every beefy muscle in his body. That was one of the things Danny loved about wrestling, the fact that he got to show off his pure muscular strength. Of course there were other things to enjoy, Danny thought, as he looked across the mat to see an equally cocky Dash wearing his own, tight blue singlet. Something told him this wrestling match was going to be QUITE enjoyable…
Both got onto opposing corners of the mat waiting to be introduced, knowing how this would work.

In the Bleachers, Kwan was torn on just who he should be rooting for. Both of the jocks who were about to wrestle each other were his best friends, so Kwan, in his indecision, decided to cheer for both of them, almost comically switching between the two. Back on the mat Danny grinned slightly. Sometimes Kwans attempts to be nice to everyone were more than a little funny. Danny looked back at Dash, not wanting to let anything distract him from the match. They two gave each other a slight nod, a silent understanding between them. They got into position, and at the familiar sound of Coach Testlaffs whistle, they were off.

In seconds the two were grappling, their muscles flexing as they pushed against each other, both trying to push the other to the floor. Danny was the first to break through the stalemate, dipping into a double leg takedown and pinning the blond to the mat. Dash quickly escaped the hold, taking Danny into a half-nelson and forcing them to switch positions. The two continued to wrestle, clearly evenly matched as they continually traded positions as the audience cheered all around them. Eventually though, Danny had Dash pinned, struggling to get up. Danny smirked slightly as Dash scowled… only to lose his focus when Dash suddenly, and quite playfully, popped his pecs. Danny felt a slight blush cover his face as he stared at his best bros meaty pecs as they pushed the fabric of his tight singlet, only to be shocked out of his lust as Dash flipped him over, escaping the hold and getting back onto his feet. Danny felt his face fall slightly as he internally chided himself for getting distracted in the middle of a match. Of course, that was definitely what Dash had been trying to do. It wasn’t an official match, just one for sports week, so he probably felt he could be a little more… unorthodox. Danny smirked slightly as he got up, making sure to visibly adjust his crotch as he did. If Dash was going to use his body to distract him, well then, two could play at that game. The wrestling match continued, but now with a homoerotic edge that Danny could tell the crowd wasn’t entirely lost on. One moment Danny had Dash in a headlock only to lose focus when Dash discreetly slapped his ass. The next Dash had Danny pinned, only to be flipped by the raven haired jock after feeling his hard on pressing against his meaty thigh. Dash could actually feel his face redden profusely. Danny smirked at this, taking the opportunity to break free. They continued to switch positions, just like before, only this time subtle gropes, flexes, and even slight grinding played into the mix. Looking into the crowd he could see that some of the crowd didn’t notice the changes, but some looked mildly confused, and a few choice people, mainly ones who had seen either Danny or Dash give a ‘private performance,’ as well as those like Kwan who knew the both well, were either blushing or watching with clear lust in their eyes. Danny was grateful that at least Coach Testloff, who was refereeing the match, hadn’t noticed. If she thought two of her athletes were flirting with each other during a match, she’d grab them both by the ears and pull them into her office for a very long, stern ‘talk’. And that was something neither of them wanted… Danny decided he had to finish this now before she caught on. Making sure it looked natural, Danny pinned Dash to the floor, and pushed his meaty pecs into Dash’s face. He could hear a slight, almost inaudible moan come from Dash. By the time Dash had recovered, Danny already had him well pinned down, and before he knew it…
“And the winner of the wrestling event, Danny Fenton!” Coach Testloff announced. Danny jumped to his feet and raised his muscular arms to the sky in celebration as the crowd cheered. He noticed that Kwan still seemed to be conflicted, switching between looking thrilled and disappointed, much to Danny’s amusement. Danny then struted over to Dash and helped him up, a grin on his face as he did. “That was playing dirty bro!” Dash said.
“Nope,” Danny said rather smugly, “That was just utilizing a tactical advantage.”
“You’re lucky you’re hot.” Dash said with a grin that made it clear there were no hard feelings
“You’re lucky that you got to motorboat my pecs.” Danny said with a smirk, getting a laugh out of the other jock. The two jocks walked off the mat together, back to the locker room.
“So, guess I won. That means I get to top right?” Danny teased
“I’m a bro of my word. Just remember, next time your ass is mine.” Dash said, chuckling at his own double entendre.
Danny merey replied by popping his own pecs…
The second day of the sports festival had been a long day, even for someone as active as Danny, but as he saw Dash’s grin, a mix of lust and affection sparkling in his eyes, he knew this was a day he wasn’t going to forget anytime soon.

Especially once they finished up in the locker room.

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Danny felt a deep yawn escape him as he woke up, feeling pumped and ready for the third day of the sports festival. Well… sort of ready. With everything that had happened in just the first two days, Danny was absolutely exhausted, both physically and mentally, and it didn’t help that Danny had spent the whole night with Dash, though probably not in the way you’d assume. Well they had had some fun together in the locker room right after the wrestling match (god Danny would never forget the image of Dash with his face between his pecs and his ass… ok maybe he should stop thinking about that before he gets hard again) but afterwards the two had gone back to Danny’s place to have a serious talk. Dash wasn’t like all the hookups Danny had done before. Danny had been with a lot of people, including some close friends like Kwan, Star, Paulina, and if his new memories served even Tucker once, but this was different. Dash wasn’t just his friend, he was his BEST FRIEND. He couldn’t risk messing this up. So, like he usually did before, or in this case shortly after, hooking up with a close friend, they had a talk about what it meant. Normally it was something more casual, so that there was less of a risk of a messy breakup. Paulina and him had decided to be friends with benefits, Kwan and Star had both slept with him together as a fun three way, and Tucker had just been experimenting to see how he felt about guys. So perhaps they too could be BFF with benefits to each other… Danny liked the idea and wanted to see where it went. And they shook on it. And then kissed on it. And then… while actually Danny had been way too tired for anything else, so they just went to sleep. Even a stallion like Danny needed a break after a 2 day long sprint, though if he was being honest he still could have slept better. He had gotten up in the middle of the night to use the restroom, and accidentally spent almost an hour flexing in the bathroom mirror. That had been happening more and more recently, with Danny getting lost in his own reflection. He had been especially obsessed with his pecs lately, so much so that he couldn’t help but cop a feel as he got out of bed to start the day.
“Heh…” Danny said, “These things are pretty big… They could take all the attention in the room…” He then had a thought, “What if… What if I made them bigger? Harder to ignore…?”
Danny smirked at the idea of his pecs being even bigger. Not only were they one of his favorite muscle groups, but Dash was just as into his chest as Danny was, if not more. Oh yeah, he definitely needed to push a little harder on chest day.

Soon both Danny and Dash were dressed and out the door, something that was easy to do with their similar styles. Danny was a bit bigger than Dash, but luckily he had kept some of his slightly smaller clothing. They were actually a bit tight on Dash, not that Danny minded. He needed something to excite him a little bit today, as he was a lot more nervous about today's contests than he wanted to be. It wasn’t the second event of the day, shotput, that had Danny down. Even if track and field events weren’t his usual thing, he was still a skilled runner, and strength based events like shotput were his specialty. No, it was the first contest that had him worried. The first contest of day 3 was going to be the hardest, and worst contest of the entire week: the swimming competition.

Don’t get Danny wrong, he didn’t really have a problem with swimming, at least casually. He loved going to the beach, and spent most of last summer learning how to surf, even before he altered reality. But swimming was different than almost every other sport being featured this week, because unlike the other events Danny’s massive size was actually a massive disadvantage. Swimmers had to be muscular, yes, but the best swimmers specifically had lean builds. The muscles that made an athlete perfect for football or wrestling made a swimmer heavier in the water, and made it harder to push yourselves forward due to the drag. It was the one event where he didn’t just have a chance of losing, but where he wasn’t really considered a front runner. He had even considered not signing up for that particular event at all, but decided he couldn’t pass up the chance to win every event, or to show off to the entire school how good he looked in a speedo. So here he was, wearing a purposely too-tight red speedo, being gawked at by half the school, and worried he was about to lose his chance at sweeping sports week. The good news, besides the fact he looked really good in his speedo, was that almost no one at Casper High was known for their swimming skills. The haunted highschool had plenty of athletes, and plenty of less athletic guys, but everyone either seemed to be a nerd or bulky football player. There weren’t a lot of people with lean swimmer builds, so while Danny wasn’t a skilled swimmer, neither was anyone else. Well, almost…

“Ah! It seems the golden boy has decided to grace us with his presence,” A mocking voice said from behind Danny, causing the halfa to scowl. He turned around to see the most skilled swimmer in school, Fred Thunder, standing there, a haughty smirk on his face. Fred Thunder wasn’t someone Danny had really known in his pre-wish life, mainly because Fred seemed to go out of his way to completely ignore anyone he considered below him. The blond swimmer was the nephew of local weatherman Lance Thunder, and seemed to think that that made him some sort of celebrity. Fred was one of the most egotistical, self centered people Danny had ever met, and that was saying something considering both Danny’s own ego and the egomaniacal villains he fought almost daily. He was basically the leader of the ‘prep’ clique at Casper High, and seemed to think that because of his lean muscles, handsome face, nice clothing, and obsessively cared for hair, that he was entitled to basically everything. Anyone less popular than him wasn’t worth acknowledging, and everyone more popular than him was either a rival or somehow ‘didn’t deserve’ their success. He particularly liked to belittle anything Danny did, finding some way to mock him or try to undercut his achievements. With Dash, Kwan, and most of the other jocks now no longer shoving nerdier kids into lockers, Danny was tempted to say that Fred was one of the biggest bullies left in school, even if he preferred to verbally harass his targets rather than beat them. Not to mention, he was a complete snob, his favorite people to belittle being those who were of lower class or those like Sam who openly defied their upper class lineage. Danny got along with most people in Casper High these days, but Fred? Fred annoyed the crap out of him. He sighed before turning to the preppy snob, knowing that ignoring him would only make him even more insufferable. “Hey Fred,” Danny said, too tired and annoyed to muster up any more conversation. Not that that would stop Fred.

“Oh? Is that all you have to say? I figured the biggest meathead in school would have something else to say to the man who was about to beat him. Though I suppose jocks like you aren’t exactly known for their vocabulary,” Fred said with a smirk, causing Danny to seethe slightly inside. For all the insults Fred threw his way, they always seemed to fall into one of three different categories. One, Danny was a jock so naturally he's an idiot. Two, Danny was a fraud who everyone would eventually see through and abandon. Three, a personal attack on one of Danny’s friends, particularly Sam. Knowing that Fred was most likely trying to get in his head before the competition, Danny could guess which type he’d be using next. “I suppose if you were smart you wouldn’t have to hang out with that pathetic goth girl. I’ll never understand poor Samantha. Throwing away her family's reputation just to slum it with you neanderthals. She must be a complete idiot. Or maybe she’s just a slut for jock co-” Danny put his hand on the skinner preps shoulder, squeezing it just hard enough to hurt as he cut him off with an enraged glare
“...If you ever so much as say Sam’s name again, you’ll be picking up what's left of your ‘perfect hair’ off the floor, along with your scalp. Got it?” Danny said, his eyes almost literally glowing with rage. Danny felt a sting of joy at the flash of fear that came over the swimmer's face before he covered it with a scowl. “Fine. Let's let our performances do the talking.” he said, shrugging off Danny’s hold before going over to his lane. Danny turned back to the swimming pool with newfound determination. He had heard Fred say some pretty nasty stuff before, but calling Sam a slut? Insinuating her principals were only an excuse to get with dudes? He didn’t just want to win this event, he wanted to humiliate that jackass. His exhaustion forgotten, Danny got into position, waiting with Fred and the few others who had signed up for the competition. The raven haired jock was too focused on the task before him to even think about the competition, or who was watching, or anything else. At the signal, the race began, and Danny launched himself into the water, his powerful legs propelling him forward as his muscular arms began to push him through the water. Danny was vaguely aware that he was already falling behind, his own size and Fred’s skill in the water allowing the blond prep to catch up easily, but Danny was far from defeated. He focused the rage that was bubbling inside of him and pushed forward with shocking strength. He reached the other end of the pool, still neck and neck with Fred, and dug deep, trying to summon as much strength and focus as he could. He could have stood losing a competition to Dash, or Kwan, or even one of the other swimmers, but he wasn’t about to let this absolute douche get the pleasure of beating him. He pushed himself as hard as he could, and soon felt his hand touch the other side of the pool. He looked around as he pulled himself out of the water, and felt a grin cross his face as he saw the score. Danny Fenton had beaten Fred Thunder, the best swimmer in school, by a whole half second. He took a glance at the blond as he pulled himself out of the pool, and felt a bit of petty joy as he saw the normally boastful preps face contorted by an embarrassed scowl. Not wanting to give that creep any more of his energy, Danny turned to the crowd and, still dripping wet and dressed in only his red speedo, flexed his massive biceps victoriously, the crowd cheering as he showed off. Danny smirked slightly, feeding off the energy of the crowd, though he knew part of the reason they were cheering had more to do with Fred losing than with him winning. Fred was the leader of the school's preps, and fairly popular, but it was no secret that at least half the school had beef with him, and loved to see him get taken down a peg. Danny swaggered towards the locker rooms, only to be thrown off as he saw the last person he expected standing between him and the locker room doors. “Sam? What are you doing here?” he asked, surprised to see the goth at one of the events she was protesting. Even more surprisingly, Sam seemed somewhat… flustered?
“Well, I was kind of planning to do a protest.” She said, raising up a sign she had in one hand that said ‘Stop Unequal Funding’ “But, well I was setting up, I accidentally overheard what Fred was saying about me.”
Danny’s face fell, a feeling of concern rushing through him, “Oh god, Sam, are you-”
The goth raised up one of her hands to cut him off. “I’m fine Danny. You know I don’t give a damn what jerks like Fred think about me. If I did I wouldn’t have survived living with my parents.” She said with a half joking, rueful smile, “So, yeah, I don’t really care what that guy thinks… but it was really nice that you stood up for me, especially when I’ve been protesting something you care about.” She was looking uncharacteristically embarrassed at this point.
Danny just smiled. “Of course I’m going to defend you Sam. I know things have been a little weird, me suddenly becoming a jock and all, but… you’re still my best friend. There’s no way in the world I was going to let that ripoff ken doll say something like that about you,” Danny continued, shooting Fred a glare from across the room. Sam grinned, snickering slightly at the ‘ripoff ken doll’ part.
“Still. It does mean a lot to me. I guess I have been a little distant since the wish. I know we’re still friends, but it’s a bit of an adjustment, getting used to jock you, and a nice Dash, and having two different sets of memories. Still, I could have handled it better,” she admitted, “... I’m going to lay off sport week protest. Not because I don’t think the school pays inordinate attention to athletics, but because I can tell how much it means to you.” This surprised Danny as she continued, “I’ll just petition them to have other weeks for other groups when this week is over. So… thanks, Danny.”
Before Danny could react, Sam then leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, causing the normally confident jock to blush slightly. Sam grinned and walked off, her unused sign still in hand. Danny felt himself smile as he finally entered the locker room. He really was getting the best of both worlds with this whole ‘nice jock’ thing.
And that was just nice…
Danny knew that he should get going so he wouldn’t miss the second round of the ghostly tournament. He knew that, if he wasn’t going to go right away, he should try to get some rest, his intense performance during the swimming competition having exhausted him even more. He knew that spending his time and energy on anything else but the competitions he was already being forced to muscle through could seriously affect his performance.
Damn his libido…
“Danny!” He turned around and saw Kwan approaching him. Danny grinned when he saw the other jock, almost automatically fist bumping the asian stud. “Hey Kwan! What's up?” He asked casually.
“What's up? Dude you just won the swimming contest! That's, like, the one that always messes people up when they start to get into a groove, and you just won like it was nothing! That was incredible bro!” Kwan said eagerly, getting a grin out of Danny. His friendship with Kwan had been a bit of an unexpected perk of the wish originally, but after getting to know the jovial jock Danny wouldn’t give up their friendship for anything.
“Thanks bro. That means a lot coming from you,” Danny said with a charming wink and a punch on the arm. Kwan’s normally innocent face turned into a seductive smirk as Danny felt the other jock's eyes slowly go over his still wet muscles. He couldn’t help himself but ask, “So… I'm guessing you like what you see?” Danny said with a playful smirk.
Kwan rolled his eyes fondly, smirking back at the other jock. “You know I do. You wanna do this now or what?” Kwan asked with a grin. Danny felt himself grin back. Ever since his first threeway with Kwan and Star he had been hooking up with both of them repeatedly, both together and separately, so Danny wasn’t super surprised that Kwan was coming onto him. Normally he’d jump on right away, but knowing how little energy he already had and how much he had ahead of him, he hesitated. For about five seconds.

Before Danny knew it, he and Kwan were in the shower area, both completely naked, with Kwan kneeling in front of Danny, lust glazing over his eyes as Danny looked down on him. For a beefy, confident jock, Kwan was shockingly submissive whenever he and Danny hooked up. Where sex with Dash was like a fight for dominance, sex with Kwan was like absolute domination in which Kwan was always begging for more. Danny couldn’t help the cocky, dominant grin that crossed his face as he began to rub his cock between Kwan’s meaty pecs. Danny had done pec jobs before, both giving and receiving, but after his last hookup with Dash he couldn’t seem to get pecs off his mind. Danny had always been a chest man, both when it came to guys and girls, but right now all he could think about were meaty, manly pecs, particularly his own… but for now he opted to rub his own cock in the space between Kwan’s impressive chest. Danny began to slowly fuck the other jocks chest, poking at Kwan’s face with his cock as the submissive jock tried to lick and suck the tip as it went into and out of range. Danny felt a shiver of pleasure go through him, the same one that always came out when he saw Kwan act like a ditzy cock slut. Normally he wouldn’t even think something like that about a friend… but he made an exception because of how much Kwan liked it. He grabbed the asian man's hair roughly, and began to fuck his chest more wildly, pulling back his head so he could get a better angle, and feeling a feeling of pure power come over him as he heard Kwan whimper submissively “Fucking hell. Who knew the big beefy jock was a total cock slut?” Danny said with a smirk, getting another moan from Kwan, who seemed to grow harder and more eager with each demeaning word. “For all your muscles and bravado, you turn into a complete whore the moment a superior man grabs you by the hair and tells you to take it~” Danny said, smirking arrogantly. One of the things he loved about fucking Kwan, besides how sexy the loveable hunk was, was that he let Danny really revel in his own ego, encouraged it even. He made Danny feel so powerful, in a way he was usually too nervous or controlled to let himself feel. He made Danny feel wild! “Fuck… please fuck my pecs Master Danny! Please use me!” Kwan moaned, making Danny go even faster and rougher, reaching down to jerk Kwan off as he continued to fuck the other mans pecs.
“God, what a hot slut, begging me to fuck your tits and give you a purpose in life. You’re lucky a real man like me is willing to show you your place. You’re-” Danny growled as he felt the pressure in his balls grow, and realized what was coming. He started to thrust harder, grinning as he came, shooting ropes of cum across Kwan’s face. “You’re-So-Lucky-To-Be-Used-By-Meeeeee!” Danny yelled, his eyes almost wild as he thrusted forward and shot another load with each word.

Danny sat on the floor of the showers with Kwan, who had also come from the handjob Danny gave him and was coming down from the high of cumming alongside him. “You ok Kwan? Five stars?” Danny asked. Due to Kwan’s slightly more kinky taste, Danny would use the term ‘five stars’ as a sort of aftercare codeword. If Kwan was feeling good, he’d reply with five stars. If he wasn’t a hundred percent ok and needed a moment, he’d say 4 stars, and so on all the way down to one star, which meant he was in a really bad place. The system, which had originally started as a pun off of Kwan’s girlfriend’s name, was also a sort of safeword system they used when they explored some of Kwan’s other kinks. For a kind, and admittedly somewhat plain guy, Kwan was surprisingly kinky and adventurous when it came to sex. Kwan looked at Danny with a slight grin, using a towel to clean himself up as he did “Five stars bro. Thanks for that.” Kwan said with a happy grin. Danny patted the other jock on the back, gave him a playful kiss on the cheek, and got up, strutting back to his locker as he cleaned himself up, thankful that they had been able to wait long enough for the other swimmers to leave before they had their fun.
Then Danny saw the time and felt his stomach drop. He was going to be late for the match up! He quickly grabbed what he could out of his locker and flew away, turning invisible as he did so. It was time to go back to the ghost zone for … the second round of the tournament.

Danny transformed into his ghost form as he flew through the portal, quickly making his way to the part of the ghost zone that he knew held the arena. Still panicking, he went visible as he flew down to Poindexter, who was waiting there for him like he had the day before. Danny was in such a rush that he barely noticed the strange look on Poindexter's face, and didn’t bother to ask about it. “I’m so sorry I’m late! Did I miss my round? Am I still in the competition?” Danny asked frantically.
Poindexter still looked like he was in a daze, before shaking himself out of it to answer Danny “While, uh, you’re still in the competition. You haven’t missed your round. But-”
Danny sighed in relief and grabbed the nerdy ghost by the arm. “Thank god! C’mon, we’ve got to get in there before it does start!” Danny said, walking toward the area as Poindexter seemed to pull against him.
“Danny, wait, I, uh, I don’t think-” Poindexter tripped over his words as he tried to say something, but Danny was too busy heading into the area to notice.
“You can tell me about the other matches once we’re both inside! Now c’mon!” Danny said, pulling Poindexter again only to be shocked when the geeky ghost pulled back with surprising strength. “Danny! You can’t go in there!” Poindexter said, his resistance quickly turning into a tug of war with the confused Danny “What are you talking about? I can’t miss my match!” Danny said, tugging back, still confused at how much strength the scrawny ghost was showing. Still, he ran off to the entry zone, leaving him behind.

Danny flew into the arena, only to be confused as the entire ghostly colosseum seemed to go silent as Danny entered. Danny looked around for a second, confused… Before the silence broke, the entire arena buzzing with noise. Some of the ghosts seemed to be laughing hysterically, while others were wolf whistling the hunky halfa, and even more were staring at him with a look that could only be undisguised lust. Danny felt himself blush deeply, having not felt such embarrassment or confusion since his wish had improved his social life. What were they all laughing at? Did he have something on his face? Danny looked himself over…

Only to realize he was still wearing his speedo from the swimming event. And nothing else.

Danny felt his face flush green as an ectoplasmic blush creeped into his cheeks. “I was trying to warn you…” Poindexter said from the entrance, “Too late to change now…”
Not only was he practically naked in front of the entire ghost zone, but he had no time to change before his fight, meaning he was going to have to wear his speedo and nothing else for the entire fight. Danny loved sports week, and had been so excited for it before it began, but he swore, if things didn’t let up soon, this week would be the thing to finally kill him fully…

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Since his magically induced growth spurt, Danny had actually been far more comfortable showing off his body. It wasn’t exactly a mystery as to why either; his new body was incredibly impressive, with bulging, manly muscles that practically radiated sexiness. Danny had, like most teenagers, been embarrassed of his body beforehand, but now he absolutely loved it, and enjoyed showing it off at any opportunity.

But walking into an arena wearing nothing more than a speedo, without having realized you were essentially naked? That was a little embarrassing, even for him. Well Danny had gotten better at keeping up appearances since he became an ultra-popular jock, he still wasn’t able to stop the ectoplasm green blush that took over his face as he flew into the stands. His blush grew slightly as he noticed Johnny 13 and Kitty sitting nearby, the biker laughing hysterically before his girlfriend sharply elbowed him. Danny rolled his eyes playfully as he floated over to him, taking a seat with them and the rest of his allies. Up until recently he probably would have been enraged at the unlucky biker's laughter, but since their fused adventure Danny had come to understand Johnny a bit better, and knew he didn’t really mean any harm. Plus, the subtle glances that Kitty kept giving him were enough to boost his ego and make up for any embarrassment the half ghost had felt. Johnny calmed down after a moment, still chuckling slightly. 

“Sorry big guy, it's just… only you would walk into an arena full of ghosts without realizing you had basically no clothes on,” Johnny said with a slight chuckle.

“I guess it’s just lucky you’re so confident in your body! Getting publicly embarrassed right before you fight Spectra would be a recipe for disaster!” Poindexter said as he took a seat on Danny’s other side. Danny smirked playfully and popped his pecs, getting another snicker from Johnny and a blush from Poindexter.
“Nothing much to be embarrassed out here man. If she wants to get in my head, she’ll have to try harder than that.”

“Ha! That is the spirit young man! A warrior must have confidence in himself!” A familiar, booming voice said from behind Danny. Danny spun around quickly, unable to keep his cool as he realized that Hercules was sitting right behind him. Danny had been incredibly excited to get to meet, and even better fight alongside, the manly, mythical demi-god, but Danny had been so busy between sports week and the tournament he hadn’t actually gotten to talk to him much yet. Danny hoped he could at least get to train with the beefy greek before the tournament was over. He had no idea if he’d meet Hercules again anytime soon, and he needed to spend at least some time with the famous hero. And yet, here he was, eyeing Danny up with a look of approval, a glint of something between intrigue and amazement in his eye.

“I have to say Phantom, I’m impressed! Not many men would have the confidence to do something like that! Of course, not many men have the impressive body you have!” Hercules said, clearly impressed, “A muscular body and boundless confidence. You remind me of a young me.” 

Danny couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This hero actually liked this bit of supposed shamelessness, “R-Really?” 

“Of course! You don’t become a great hero without having a bit of an ego!” Hercules said with a playful smirk as he flexed one of his biceps casually. Danny felt his face slowly gain a similar smirk as he started to flex one of his biceps too, his ego growing at his idols words. Sure he hadn’t actually meant to walk into the arena in a speedo, but he did like that Hercules, a famously muscular legend, was impressed by his muscles.

“Thanks. Though it’s hard not to be confident when you’ve got so much to show off,” Danny said cockily, feeling less intimidated by Hercules as they continued to talk. Hercules grinned as Danny started to show off, the half ghost cycling between different poses he knew.
“You’ve got guts my boy! We ought to train together sometime. You’ve got a lot of potential Danny,” Hercules said, making Danny almost stop flexing from the shock. Hercules was actually inviting him to train with him? He must have made a better impression than he realized!

“I… It would be an honor!” Danny said, excited like a little kid. 

Hercules too seemed to be anticipating the experience. 

“I look forward to it too! Been a long while since I’ve met someone who might be able to keep up with me, especially another hero!” 

Danny puffed out his chest with pride, grinning wide. He could have kept talking to Hercules forever, but they were interrupted by a pointed cough from Poindexter.
“I know you’re having fun, but you do have a fight coming up soon, and we haven’t even gone over who won the other fights,” Poindexter said, getting a playful grin from Danny.
“Sorry bro, just got a bit distracted,” Danny said with another flex. Poindexter rolled his eyes, slightly exasperated.
“Ugh. How did I become friends with a jock?” The nerdy ghost muttered, “Anyways, your round is coming up next. You’re actually the last round of the day. So far Kitty faced off against Vortex-”
“Who absolutely kicked my ass. He’s a lot more powerful than I thought,” Kitty said with a scowl, which lightened up when Johnny threw a comforting arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek.
“After her was Hercules and Frostbite. It was real neat!” Poindexter said with a grin “I don’t know much about wrestling, but even I could tell it was a once in a lifetime fight! Hercules won in the end, but it was actually pretty close!”
Danny felt himself deflate slightly at this. He was glad that Hercules had won, but he hated that he had missed the opportunity to watch a demigod wrestle with a yeti. God, he loved sports week, but he really hoped that next year he didn’t have to do that and a ghost fighting tournament at the same damn time. 

“And right now it’s the princess against the vine freak,” Johnny said casually, “... Dora versus Undergrowth.” The biker said, seeing the confused look on Danny’s face. Suddenly there was a large roar from the arena. “Sounds like the match is getting intense,” Poindexter stated. Danny looked out at the fight, realizing there had been a battle going on the entire time they had been talking. Hercules must have really distracted him. Danny watched as Dora blasted the ghost with her fiery breath, Undergrowth’s vines burning to a crisp in her fire, only to grow back rapidly. For a plant based ghost who was fighting against one with fire breath, Undergrowth was actually doing very well, but as Danny watched Dora continue to fight it soon became apparent that Undergrowth's power wasn’t enough to make up for the mismatched battle. Dora stood victoriously over the other ghost, a wide grin on her face. As the audience, and Danny, cheered, Danny couldn’t help but feel impressed that she had come so far. He knew Dora had a lot of power as a dragon, but she hadn’t had a lot of experience fighting.

“Alright Danny, you and Spectra are up next. Remember, she gains power from making others feel depressed. Don’t let her get too close, avoid her ghost stingers, and keep your confidence up,” Poindexter said, unusually determined.

Danny guessed that his hatred of bullies, and his last encounter with Spectra in the tournament itself, had left the nerdy ghost determined to see her taken down. Danny nodded, a determined look on his face as he tried to put on a confident facade. He didn’t want to admit it, but he wasn’t entirely confident he was going to be able to beat Spectra. Sure, he was able to beat her last time and he’s gotten a lot stronger this time, but A, he had help last time, and B, there are ALOT of ghosts here for Spectra to feed off of, so he better keep on his toes… And that was what he had to deal with if she wasn’t able to make him depressed and feed off of it. If she was able to do that, he’d be in a heap of trouble. Still, going into any fight with anything but confidence was a recipe for disaster, and that was more true than ever against her. Danny squared his muscular shoulder, and floated away from the stands and down into the arena. As the now familiar but eccentric ghost known as The Collector rose out of his private box and began to do his introductions, Danny looked across the arena at Spectra. She seemed to eye him with a more neutral expression than most ghosts in that area were. Heck, it was cold and calculating, but with a subtle glint in her eyes, like a hunter anticipating their next kill. Danny had actually gotten kind of used to his female villains looking at him with a hint of lust, but Spectra held none of that in her gaze, only cold, calculating cruelty. She smirked slightly as she saw Danny staring at her. “I have to say Danny, I’m a little surprised with you. Risking the entire timeline, reality itself, for some muscles? And people say I’m obsessed with my looks.” Spectra said, making Danny scowl. Great, the fight hadn’t even started and she was already trying to pick him apart. Before he could say anything, he heard the collector's voice ring out through the colosseum.
“Alright. Let the 12th match of the tournament… Begin!”

Danny quickly sent an ecto-blast at Spectra, only to dodge as she sent her own, distinctly purple energy blast at him. Danny scowled, knowing that this wasn’t going to be an easy fight, physically or mentally. “So, Spectra, I noticed you lost all that weight you put on pretty quickly. What's your secret?” Danny asked with a mocking grin, reminding the devilish ghost of her last fight, which ended with her accidentally using Jack Fenton’ NOSTRIL DNA on herself and gaining his large physique… before other slimy aspects make themselves known. Spectra scowled as she used her telekinesis to throw parts of the ground at the buff halfa. “What can I say, a steady diet of human misery keeps me looking as good as ever.” Spectra shot back as Danny dodged two of the boulders that Spectra had thrown at him, only to literally punch through the other, gaining a large cheer from the crowd that made Danny smirk. Spectra almost growled in anger, before a wicked grin came across her face.
“I see you’re enjoying your new popularity Daniel. What a shame the whole thing is based on a lie,” She said casually, throwing Danny balance before sending another bolt of purple electricity at him. Danny felt his heart clench slightly as he scowled. It seemed that Spectra was just as good at reading him as she had been when she played the role of Guidance Counselor at school…

“Then again…” she said with a mischievous grin, “Would your ‘new friends’ still like you if they knew the truth?”
“My friends already know I’m a half ghost.” Danny said, barely dodging another blast before sending his own, hitting Spectra in the shoulder. Despite having just taken a direct hit, Spectra simply grinned like a cat that had finally caught a pesky mouse.
“That wasn’t the secret I was talking about. I was talking about the fact you used a ghost's powers to rewrite their lives and play with their minds like the creepy little ghost boy you are.” She said, her eyes almost shining with glee as Danny’s face paled. Danny had deeply enjoyed being a jock, and he didn’t want to give up his new lift for anything… but if he was being honest, there were times when he felt guilty for what he had done. He hadn’t originally meant for the wish to stay around, but when he decided to stick with it, and added a few of his own wishes, he basically rewrote the lives of everyone around him. Lately he found himself entertaining these thoughts more and more when he had free time. Maybe that was why he had been so busy lately, because he didn’t want to sit with his thoughts. Danny scowled. Crap, she was getting in his head already. This wasn’t the time to get philosophical.

However, the doubts and negativity was able to help spectra, even if by a little bit as her purple blasts were just a bit stronger!

“What's the matter halfa? Can’t handle hearing the truth? Facing the fact that you essentially brainwashed that blond meathead into liking you?” Spectra mocked, making Danny’s eyes widen slightly. How did she even know about Dash? How did she know how… guilty he felt? Danny was overjoyed that Dash and him were close again, especially now that they were tentatively together, but a part of him also knew that he was founding that relationship on a lie, on a REWROTE… He had wanted to tell Dash for a while now, but… how was he supposed to explain something like that? Danny was torn. Conflicted even, and right now Spectra was taking full advantage of it. Danny was thrown back as Spectra hit him dead on, flying back into the wall of the arena so hard the impact left a notable crater in it. Danny growled as he lifted himself back up, seeing the victorious smile on Spectra's lips. Was he really about to lose here? To her?

“Get up, Danny!” Danny slowly stood up and heard a familiar. Danny looked up, and saw Poindexter glaring at him from the stand, showing a shocking amount of anger and determination. He said, “So you did some questionable stuff! That doesn’t make you a bully! If you want to do better, do better! Don’t just sit around in your own guilt! Keep going, and punch that old hag right in the face!”

“Yeah!” Johnny yelled, “You’re a great guy! You helped me get my bike back for one!”
“You saved my kingdom, twice!” Dora added.

“You won our fight babypop, you better not make me look like a chump by losing to her!” Ember said with a smirk.

Danny found himself grinning. He knew it was cheesy, but hearing the other ghosts cheer him on made him feel stronger. It took him a moment to realize, it actually was making him stronger. He smirked as he looked over at a fuming Spectra. So, the less depressed he felt, the less power she had over him. Good to know. He launched himself forward, sending a LOUD ghostly wail at Spectra as she tried to hit him with another blast, the cheers from the crowd, and a few specific ghosts in general, ringing in his ears.

“Keep fighting Danny!”
“Don’t get distracted now!”
“Even if she’s getting to you, don’t stop!”
Danny grinned even wider as he heard a specific, booming voice cut through the others.
“Heroes make mistakes Danny. I made plenty in my time. But I’ve learned in my afterlife that backing away from our failures is the greatest mistake one can make. Face them with confidence!” Hercules said, his commanding voice surprisingly serious. Danny felt his own grin turn into a smirk as he sent another ecto blast at Spectra, and then another, and another, throwing her off balance as she tried to dodge.
“Stop being so… cheesy you lame brat! The ‘power of friendship’ isn’t going to help you win a fight!” Spectra yelled, enraged.
“No, it won’t,” Danny admitted with a smug grin “But it will annoy you into not noticing my copy coming up behind you.”
Spectra blinked, then turned around in realization… only to see no one. 

She turned back to Danny a bit too late as she was flung back GREATLY thanks to an ecto charged fist to the face! “Made you look!” Danny said with a slight chuckle “I can’t believe you actually fell for that.” he said, looking down to see Spectra had been defeated by the last powerful blast. “Now that. That was cheesy.” he said, smirking as the crowd cheered.

“And with that, we have our winner! Danny Phantom moves on to the semi-finals!” The collector announced, getting a wild cheer from the stands. Danny smirked and flexed his biceps, having almost forgotten he was still in a black speedo as he was fighting. Not that it bothered him anymore. He casually adjusted his package as he floated out of the arena, his confidence growing even more at the lustful stares he got from many of the ghosts. Danny floated over to his allies, his ego back to normal, or maybe even a bit bigger than usually. “Thanks for the support guys. It really helped. Although Spectra was kind of right, it was a bit cheesy,” Danny said with a playful, cocky grin. 

“Blame that on pencil neck over here. I think he’s read too many comics,” Johnny teased, ruffling Poindexters hair, who scowled and blushed slightly.

“Still, thanks again,” Danny said with a more earnest smile.
“It’s no problem. Least we can do.” Kitty said simply “Although, I should say, Spectra was almost right about one thing. You should tell that Dash guy the truth. People don’t like it when their boyfriends lie to them. Take it as someone whose boyfriend lies to her all the time.” She shot a glare at Johnny, who grinned nervously.

Danny wanted to explain that he and Dash weren’t technically boyfriends, at least not officially, but he figured it didn’t really matter that much, since he was still lying to someone he cared about, and just sighed. “You’re right. I will tell him, I just… need some time,” Danny admitted. The others didn’t look entirely convinced that Danny would be telling Dash, but stayed silent, probably because his human life wasn’t entirely their business. As the group, along with most of the ghosts in the arena, headed their separate ways, Danny checked his phone and realized he actually had a bit of time before he had to go back to the human world for his next event… AND he was still in just the speedos… He suddenly had some dirty ideas…

Danny turned around, dirty thoughts still running through his head as he turned to see Johnny 13, kitty, and shadow standing there. “Hey guys. Good to see you shadow.” Danny said, having not seen shadow since he had given ‘Dane’ a powerup.
“Yeah, collector is a real stickler for rules in his tournament. I wasn’t allowed to use him in the fight, so he was with my bike yesterday, and he’s just been hiding in my shadow today. He gets kinda clingy when we get separated.” Johnny said, the silent Shadow reaching a hand out of Johnny’s shadow to wave at Danny before retreating. 

“Yeah…” Danny said, “You know, I’ve kind of missed the whole Dane thing to be honest.”

“Wait, really?” Johnny asked, curious.

“Yeah! I mean, I know it was weird, but it was pretty fun. Being Dane felt amazing. Maybe we could try that again sometime?” Danny suggested. He almost didn’t notice the look that Johnny and Kitty exchanged at this.
“Actually… Johnny mentioned he was thinking about that too. Said he had a surprising amount of fun with yo,.” Kitty said with a slight smirk. “So, we talked about it, and we were wondering…” Kitty trailed off, seeming unsure how to finish the sentence. 

“Do you wanna fuck my girlfriend?” Johnny asked with a cocky grin, getting an embarrassed glare from Kitty and a look of shock from Danny.
“I… What??” Danny asked. He’d have been lying if he said he didn’t find the green haired ghost attractive, but he hadn’t thought he’d ever have a chance with her, mainly because her and Johnny both got jealous way too easily for either of them to be open to a three way. Or at least he thought so.

“It’s not like that. I mean, it sort of is, but, ugh…” Kitty sighed, both embarrassed and annoyed “Johnny and I talked about it, and if you’re into it… we want to have a sort of three way. Not you, Me and Johnny exactly though, more… Me and Dane.” Kitty explained. Danny’s jaw almost dropped at the idea. Not only did Johnny want to ‘fuse’ with him again, but he wanted them, him, to hook up with Kitty. Danny smirked cockily. He knew he didn’t have a ton of time… but he was never one to turn down a bit of fun, and the fact he’d get to do so as Dane was too much to resist.
“Alright. I’m in.” Danny said, getting a surprised blush from Kitty and a cocky grin from Johnny. Having all the permission he needed, Johnny went intangible, and flew into Danny’s exposed chest.

Danny immediately felt the influence affecting him… with a sly grin, he, or rather, DANE, said, “Shadow, you know what to do…”

The dark ghost flew out of Dane’s shadow and into his body, giving the fusion the same monstrous upgrade that he experienced during the bar fight. Dane ginned smugly as he felt his body change, truly able to slow down and enjoy it this time. He felt his skin turn a slightly gray, almost inhuman color as his muscles grew even bigger than usual, his already tight speedo truly getting fit to burst as every part of him grew stronger. His smirk grew almost wicked as he felt two horns grow from his head, a darkness growing inside him. Without a fight in front of him, Dane looked over his impressive form with a grin, flexing his muscles “... feels good to be back.” Dane said, his voice deep and gravely, almost demonic but also naturally seductive. “So, whaddaya think Kitty?” he asked, bouncing his pecs, “Was it worth it so far?”

Kitty, who had been staring at the demonic hunk with a blush, almost moaned as he spoke to her “... ancients, you’re so… Dane, you’re so hot…” Kitty said, reaching out to touch one of the fusion’s pecs. Dane almost growled as a rush of lust raged through him, reaching out and grabbing Kitty ass and pulling her into QUITE the dominant hold…!
“... There’s my girl,” Dane said, the part of him that was Johnny remembering how Kitty liked to be manhandled. The part that was Danny was recalling the kind of experience he had with similar hookups in the past. Dane leaned in and kissed kitty, his kiss dominant, forceful and controlling. Dane flew the two of them over to a more private area as he continued to ravage the feminine ghost, one of his massive hands groping her ass as the other reached up and began to play with her tits. Dane felt more solid than he had the first time around, more like a single person. He was still Danny, Johnny, and even Shadow, but right now he was also something more. And whoever he was, he felt like a god as Kitty needily moaned into his kiss. 

And BOY did it escalate from there as the kiss was so much. Kitty truly let Dane lead as things almost IMMEDIATELY escalated from there. Without even fully realizing it, Dane had walked them over to Johnny's, to his motorcycle, and quickly removed Danny’s only remaining clothing as he mounted the bike. “Always wanted to have sex on a motorcycle. Or, Danny does. Johnny definitely has, hasn’t he, sweetheart?” Dane said a cocky smirk, getting a blush from Kitty as he stripped off fishnet stockings and panties, practically picking her up before lowering her down onto his massive cock. Dane knew that Danny had plenty of size, and that Johnny 13’s nickname was more accurate than most people thought, especially when it came to down there, but Dane was bigger than both of them. He had QUITE the tool he had and he wasn't even at full mast yet!

Though that was changing before his eyes as his member began to stick out more and more…!

Kitty moaned as she was speared on the demonic ghosts massive cock, wanton, sinful sounds coming from her mouth as her body shivered in pleasure. “What a good girl. Taking her man's cock like a good whore,” Dane said, his deep baritone almost hypnotically seductive. “I bet you’d love it if I stayed like this wouldn’t you? A huge, demonic stud who can fuck you like you deserve. I bet you’d do anything to be Dane’s girl~” Dane said, Danny and Johnny’s shared egos raging inside him. He really felt like a god, like a demonic lord of the underworld or something. And Kitty was his fucking submissive, slutty queen. Dane took her into another possessive kiss, his grip on her waist hard enough to leave bruises, before he pulled back, only long enough to give her a simple, strong demand that sent shivers down the ghost girl's body “Tell me. Tell me how much you want it.” 

She basically moaned, “Oh I WANT it! Please… give it to me! GIVE IT TO ME…!!”

“Tell me more! TELL ME YOU’RE MINE!” Dane roared as he fucked Kitty roughly, his huge cock rocketing in and out of her.
“I’M YOURS! I’M YOUR SLUT DANE!~” Kitty moaned, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she squirted across the stud’s thick, enormous cock. Dane grabbed Kitty by the throat, pulling her into one last, dominant kiss, and released his huge load inside of her. He pulled out after a moment, her pussy still dripping with his cock. “So, how was that for you babe?” Dane said with a cocky smirk and a wink.
“That was… fucking incredible.” Kitty said, still catching her breath “... I have to say, I’m surprised you are still fused. Knowing Johnny, I kind of figured you’d be getting jealous of yourself.” kitty teased with a playful wink, getting a laugh from Dane. “Nah. What's there to be jealous about? We look amazing like this. Big, buff, a much bigger cock, and the skills to make you moan like it's nothing. Even if he was jealous, no way he or Danny are going to let that get in the way of something this hot!”
Kitty just laughed at this, a melodic laugh that made the Johnny side of Dane, all of Dane really, fill with affection. Fuck Kitty was so hot. He was tempted to go for a round two, but took a moment to check Danny’s phone, and sighed. He did have a bit more time before he had to go, but not enough for a whole other round of sex. Still, that didn’t mean he needed to go right away. 

“Sorry Kitty, I gotta get going.” He said, surprising the female ghost as he got off the bike and pulled on Danny’s speedo. 

“You have to get going? As in, all of you?” She asked.

“Yeah. As much as I’d love to go another round with you, Danny doesn’t have long before his next event, and… I don’t know, I kind of want to try spending some time as Dane before I split again.” He admitted with a confident grin. Kitty looked surprised, but smiled fondly. 

“Alright. Go have fun, But I expect Johnny back in time for our date tonight.” She said as she put her clothing back on, giving Dane a playful smile.

“You know he wouldn’t miss it.” Dane said with a grin, before getting back on Johnny’s bike and riding away. Dane felt a rush of joy course through him as he began to ride through the ghost zone. He didn’t have a lot of time, but until the shot put event started, Dannny and Johnny knew what they were doing: getting to know Dane