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stealingyourbones · 5 months

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Submitted Prompts #144

*shakes a bag of bird skulls I found in the woodsI and places it on your desk like it's a bag of gold*

I had an idea:

What if the Fenton parents are, in fact very competent Hunters, but they love their children more than their work?

Say the first shot Maddie ever fired at Phanton actually lands, and the scream he makes sounds too much like Danny's voice, to a point even with any ghostly distortion, his own still recognizes the voice.

I can see her pulling Jack to the side, making a ruckus about how the "darn ghost got away just as her blaster ran out of juice". Mostly as a way to get Danny her darling son to leave and go somewhere safe, while his parents have a whole breakdown in the GAV about their dead son.

And so begins the stealthy studies on how Phantom's "human disguise" works, the Revelation of Horrible Truth, keeping tabs on Danny's growth and revising their whole attitude on Ghosts to account for the fact that Danny himself is, at least in some part, a Ghost himself, but all he's done is live his life (and be the little hero Mom always said he'd grow up to be).

Jazz stumbles across his secret and is immediately pulled aside to join the secret "Protect the Baby Ghost" family group chat.

"And what about all the times they shot at him in canon" I hear you ask?

They're damn good shots, but while Maddie can train herself to aim just so that the shot misses just enough it looks like Phantom dodged it, Jack has the Fenton Bazooka outfitted with a tracking HUD that purposely fails to hit everyone's favorite Ghost Boy.

Danny picks up on that, but not on the fact that They Know.

And so begins the single most convoluted training arc ever.

Next time Skulker's in town, Phantom has become untouchable. Not a single shot or electrified net reaches it's target.

(The electrified weapons in particular send the Fentons into a rage when Sam and Tucker finally can't keep hiding it, and come clean about what happened, since the Fentons have proven themselves to be trustworthy)

When Red Huntress comes about, and Valerie Grey becomes barely a distant acquaintance after having only just now started becoming more than a friend, and with the GIW sniffing about, Maddie and Jack pull Danny to sit between them and finally tell him they know, and they want to prove that they'll love him just as much as before, whether Human or Ghost.

Danny breaks down in the safety of his family's love, and takes some time off as Phantom to help his parents establish a proper line of communication with the Ancients, considering they've kinda adopted themselves into the roles of Aunts and Uncles towards their little Ghostling.

Which is a good thing, because in Phantom's absence the GIW make a giant spectacle of destroying several houses while chasing some blob ghosts. They're chased out of town by brick, stone and metal bat.

Next time Red Huntress actually manages to hurt Danny, the Fentons pack up and leave. The Portal can be transported somewhere else. It can be rebuilt.

Their baby boy can't be rebuilt, no matter how much he likes to be a little shit and ignore Reality to quote Shakespeare at his own head (thank you Mr Lancer, for not giving up on him) or "give them a hand".

As Fenton takes the last tour of Amity, Phantom disappears. The Protal has been left seemingly unguarded.

The Ghosts decide to have one last hurrah in Anity Park before Danny closes the Portal, as per their deal. They won't hurt anyone, just cause chaos, but in return Phantom won't stop them. It's not like poor Red has the energy to chase them down, now that she's been "upgraded" into Amity's sole defender (the one time Lancer compares her new lack of sleep to Danny's, horrifying pieces start lining up too well in her mind)

The Fentons move out. Into a quiet farm neighbouring the land that belongs to the delightful couple that are the Kents, and their darling son, little Clark, who stares at Danny mildly horrified whenever he comes by to babysit, or help out with fixing the stubborn tractor. One day under Danny's clever hands, and Jonathan Kent's eagle-eyed gaze, and that damned tractor has never worked so well before. The boy's alright in the old man's eyes, and he makes sure they kid knows it.

After quiet rooftop admissions of one small boy's growing powers (I know Adult Clark is a brick house of a man, but what if he was a little twig while young) and the reveal of Something More Than Human from his honorary older brother, the course of Time sets into it's best version, and an Old Clock smiles, as Superman rises, only to be scolded by Spectre for recklessness.

(Dunno how well it came across, but I'm envisioning Valerie's feelings towards Danny to go from bitter resignation because she " had to" push him away, to horrified despair when the truth starts falling into place. He's her "the one that got away". And it's not like she gave him much of a reason to trust her with his secrets.

Maybe older and wiser Red Huntress gets invited to the Justice League, and has to deal with not just Fenton, but also Phantom flirting with her, after a good long conversation on how dumb they both were as kids, and a mutual vow of "I think I can do better now, and I want to prove it to you")

#dpxdc #bones submissions #I started thinking 'what if the fentons were good parents'#and then the 'what if their skirmishes in canon were just playfighting and training' met 'Fenton-Bad-Aim'#and then when I thought where one might put a Ghost Portal where it won't be a bother #the thought 'put it in a fam shed' struck me #and so i had to bring Baby Clark and Ma and Pa Kent into it #Clark jumps off one roof and Danny thinks he knows a little better what he put Jazz through when it was his turn #later whenever Superman mentions his older brother and eveyone expects a Kryptonian #early-days Batman absolutely expects another spandex and cape hero #maybe some superman ripoff #until the Zeta activates for a Guest and in walks a man in black armor #and starlight cape #with a fur collar #and everyone thinks 'ooooh Supes is this one's ripoff'#and then the regal image is shattered because Danny coos at the heroes #many of them are babies when compared to his own experiences as as Hero and how long he's been at it #the Green Lanterns feel him pass by in the way a diver feels a whale swim by singing at them

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fredwkong · 7 months

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Virgo Season: Adam

Pastor Adam Blanco stormed through the Astra Hotel to the front desk. It had been a long, disappointing month, but it was nearly over. Every single person attending his exclusive conference had vanished days ago. His conference hall had been taken over by degenerate freaks, so he couldn’t even hold his events. The whole hotel seemed to be full of the kind of man Adam preached against every day of his life.

All of this had started with his son’s disappearance. Shane had been such a good, sweet, obedient Christian boy. Adam should have known the instant Shane had vanished that some evil work was being done in Florida.

Adam was here to complain to the staff before he packed his bags and checked out. The concierge had heard from him almost every day since Shane’s disappearance, first about liaising with law enforcement and then, increasingly, about the encroaching freaks squatting in the halls and rooms of the hotel.

But today, instead of the meek, cowed front desk staff, Adam found more of the freaks. Behind a seemingly empty desk, there was a mass of scantily clad men on the carpet. Some were in spandex, others in rubber, and one seemed to be wearing a rubber pup mask. A thickset Black man in a half-zipped spandex bodysuit looked up from the ass he was eating to see Adam. “Mmm, be with you in a moment, Mr. Blanco,” he gasped, and then dove back into the tangle of limbs and muscles.

Vibrating with fury at the disgusting display, Adam turned and stormed away, back to the elevator. As he marched through the halls, he dodged knots of undressed degenerates engaged in displays of wanton lust. The conference hall doors were closed, but he could hear a chorus of moans within. Adam marched into the first empty elevator and slammed the button for his floor.

He would pack and he would go home. There was work to be done with his own flock, left to the assistant pastor for a whole month. Refocussing on the future helped Adam to calm down, and he was almost breathing normally as he used the keycard to open his room.

“Hey Daddy,” said a deep, slightly smokey voice as Adam opened the door to his room. The smell of cigarette smoke washed over Adam as he stepped in and saw a young Hispanic-looking man lounging against the opposite wall. He was muscular, shirtless, with short, curly hair and light, arresting eyes as he met Adam’s apoplectic gaze. There was something familiar about those eyes, even though the handsome, manly face around them was like nobody Adam had ever seen.

“Awww, Daddy, you don’t recognise me?” the man asked, stubbing out his cigarette on the sole of his sneaker. “Guess you really weren’t paying attention when I broke my arm in second grade.”

“Shane?” Adam grunted. He let the door swing shut behind him. This strange Latino looked almost nothing like his son, but after a month in the Astra Hotel Adam was willing to believe in the supernatural.

“You got it, Daddy!” Shane said, pushing himself to his feet. From having been a head shorter than Adam, they were suddenly standing eye to eye across the room. “You never told me how much fun these conferences were.”

“What did they do to you?” Adam gritted out. “Where is my son?”

Shane laughed. “I’m right here.” He smiled. “You know, I spent years certain that you already knew I was gay, but you had no idea, did you? You thought I was the perfect young Republican. I was scared for nothing.”

“No.” Adam was shaking, he wasn’t sure whether with rage or fear. “I have a good, normal son who obeys his father, not a fucking degenerate freak.” He turned to leave. However this stranger had gotten into his room, he didn’t need anything from his luggage. He would drive to the airport early.

“Stop,” said Shane. He didn’t speak loudly, simply with complete authority.

Adam froze.

“I was going to let the magic take you and set you free,” said Shane. With his eyes locked on the door, Adam couldn’t see him, but felt Shane walk up behind him. “All those sad, angry little men you gathered are so happy now that they get to be their freaky, unrestrained selves, Daddy. They’re so much more fun now that they don’t care what anyone else says they should be.

“You could have had that.” Shane stepped around into Adam’s field of vision. “I wanted to watch you become a happy, horny faggot who didn’t remember being Pastor Adam Blanco.” Shane reached out and grabbed Adam’s shoulder. Adam felt a jolt, and then he was walking backwards under Shane’s direction, still unable to speak or react.

Shane left Adam standing erect in the middle of the room, while he lay down on the bed. “The magic’s almost gone, you know,” Shane said, kicking off his sneakers and flexing his feet as he lounged. “Late tonight, the sun will exit Virgo and my wish will be spent. I think I deserve to have some extra fun with my dear old Dad, since we haven’t seen each other all month. Don’t you agree?”

Adam stood frozen. Inside, he was screaming, raging. He would probably be frothing at the mouth if he could move. He felt a vein in his temple throb to life as Shane smiled up at him.

“I think the magic agrees with me. You’re going to do exactly as I say tonight, aren’t you, Daddy? Completely obedient to your horny gay son?”

Against his will, Adam felt his neck muscles shift, and he nodded mechanically.

“Oh, that’s not gonna do at all,” Shane crooned. “Some guys are into the robot shit, but I like a willing partner. Daddy, be excited to be my obedient toy.”

Adam felt a moment of utter panic, but then it was all washed away in an excited thrill. Based on everything he knew and believed, Adam knew that he should be horrified by the thought of his body and mind being under Shane’s control. However, instead of any fear, all that he felt was excitement at what the evening had in store. In response to Shane’s slow, wicked smile, Adam found himself grinning back at his son.

“Feeling good, Daddy?” Shane asked.

“Yeah,” Adam replied, his voice a little giddy with his excitement. “I just wish you would stop calling me Daddy, son. It sounds dirty when you say it like that.”

“You’d rather not be my Daddy?” Shane raised his eyebrows. “I could make you love it when I called you that, Daddy.”

Adam shuddered with excitement at the idea.

“But no, I like the idea of you not being a Daddy, too. Let’s take away all that gross, stressful authority. Be a hot young gear slut.”

In an instant, Adam’s suit vanished, and he was left gasping in the cold air of the hotel room as his body shrank. Grey body hair contracted into his skin, which tightened up around hard, slender muscles. Adam’s hair turned into a puff of tight blond curls as his face slimmed down. Looking down at himself with a habitual smirk, Adam watched a tight pair of leggings wrap around his shredded young legs. Leather straps wrapped around his pecs and arms.

Inside the pouch of his leggings, Adam felt his cock start to leak precum. Shane had said to be a slut, so Adam’s body went into sexual overdrive. He felt a hunger deep in his throat and his asshole, and started uncontrollably kneading his groin.

“Yeah, you’re not a Daddy anymore,” Shane said, as Adam started to moan, his knees buckling. “Dan would probably love you right now. Want to be addicted to cum, Adam?”

The sound of his son calling him by his first name in that smokey, rough voice made Adam moan even louder, collapsing onto the floor. “Anything you want,” Adam gasped, rolling around on the floor as his whole body lit up with pleasure from the feeling of the carpet.

“Tell me how you really feel, under what I’ve commanded you to feel.”

“Sick, you perverted freak,” Adam rasped, still rolling on the floor and rubbing his bulge. “I hate that I can’t wring your fucking neck or knock some sense into you. I’m disgusted by what you’re forcing my body to do.”

Shane leaned over the edge of the bed, watching Adam start to buck, desperate to feel some sensation in his hungry hole. He smiled coldly. “You’re disgusted? By such a cute body, too!” his voice was all false concern. “You know what, you’re right, you need to get to know how much you can love being grossed out. Be a musk-obsessed pup.”

Adam’s eyes rolled back in his head as his body bulked up a bit with muscle, tanning a few shades darker. A pup mask covered his handsome face, and a cute thong with a fluffy tail replaced his leggings, baring his thick ass and bulky legs. Adam suddenly felt overwhelmingly warm, and sticky sweat stood out on his bare skin, filling the room with a rich, masculine scent. Adam found that he couldn’t stop breathing it in, and shoved the face of his pup mask into his armpit to sniff himself better.

“It’s so hot to watch you be such an obedient slut, Adam,” Shane said. Adam glanced up to see that Shane had pulled his thick Latino cock out of his sweatpants and was gently masturbating. Adam wondered what Shane’s cock and balls smelled like. “You always were a showoff in front of a crowd. Did you always want to be exposed like this? Let loose all that repressed desire?”

Adam felt an answer bloom in his mind, but refused to say it. He was too busy trying to get a sniff of his own ass, anyway.

“Answer me,” Shane commanded.

The words tumbled out of Adam’s mouth. “Yes, I always wanted to let myself go. I love the attention of a crowd. I want eyes to be on me, no matter what I’m doing to draw them.”

“Good boy,” Shane said. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Fingerfuck yourself.”

Adam immediately jammed a finger into his tight hole. It spasmed, and Adam groaned at the intense sensation as he penetrated himself. He started to shove his finger in and out of his hole, his eyes rolling as he prodded his prostate.

“I’m getting an idea of what to do with you, but first I want to see you as a real exhibitionist. Be a showoff bear.”

Adam continued to fingerfuck himself as his ass swelled up with thick muscle and fat. Thick, sweaty black hair burst out all over his thickening body. His thong vanished, and the pup mask was replaced with a sequined cowboy hat.

Just like every moment of his life, Adam felt an intense desire to show off, but now he found himself moaning theatrically as he continued to pleasure his own ass. He angled himself to make sure Shane could see as he inserted a second finger into his hole, and started to jiggle his ass to put on a better show.

“Sniff those hairy armpits.”

Adam drove his nose into his pit again, taking in the musky stench of his sweat-soaked bear body. He huffed it loudly, to make sure that Shane knew what he was doing. It was important to make sure that he kept Shane’s attention on him.

“Plug your hole.”

Adam pulled his fingers out of his hole, and found that he was holding a butt plug in his palm. Without hesitation, he aimed it at his hole and started to carefully insert it, angled so that Shane could watch the plug vanish between his pert asscheeks.

“Tell me how you really feel about this.”

“Ashamed,” Adam gasped, as the plug bottomed out inside him. “I want this to stop, but my body feels good in a way it never has before. I hate how curious I am about what you’re going to do to me next.”

“That’s certainly an improvement.” Shane rose from the bed and let his pants drop, leaving him naked. “Let’s finish you off, then. Stand up.”

Adam stood, clenching to keep the plug inside him. He didn’t know whether to feel ashamed or proud of the way his cock jutted out under his ample bear belly.

“Match my description,” Shane commanded, standing in front of Adam.

“Darker skin.” Adam’s skin darkened in unison across his body, going from tan to rich brown in seconds.

“Muscle boy build.” Adam’s belly contracted, and the mass redistributed to his chest, shoulders, and arms. For an instant, he was top-heavy, and then his quads grew to match, giving him a tapered X-shaped build with a slim waist.

“Neat manscaping.” All the hair across Adam’s body contracted to a buzzed pelt. He had a respectable bush of pubes and underarm hair, but it was all well trimmed. His dark beard squared off neatly against his cheekbones as his hair became a neat, curly style.

“Handsomer.” Adam felt the bones and cartilage in his face snap and reshape, creating a handsome, manly profile. He had perfect kissable lips and an intense gaze, the perfect compliment to his beautiful body.

“Wearing nothing but spandex.” A spandex bodysuit suddenly zipped up over Adam’s body. It was slightly sheer, showing off his cut muscles and his hard, leaking cock. Adam was sure that the base of his butt plug would be visible right through the pink fabric.

With a wave of his hand, Shane held a pair of shades that he slipped on Adam’s face. “Now you’re ready for the runway,” Shane told him, pinching his ass through the spandex. “Enjoy the spandex on your skin. Show me how much you love wearing stretch fabric on those big Black muscles, Adam.”

With a gasp, Adam ran his new, callused hands over the sheer, silky fabric all over his body. The touch felt electric. He rubbed his cock, enjoying how obvious it was right through the spandex, how each drop of precum fell onto the carpet as he rubbed himself. He touched the zipper, imagining the feeling of it unzipping, letting his muscles free.

“There, no one will ever be able to take their eyes off of you again, Adam,” Shane said, raking his eyes over Adam’s body in a way that got Adam moaning. He wanted more people to stare at him. He couldn’t wait to show off this body in public and have people stare in disgust and awe.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Shane snapped his fingers. “Be a proud gay man, but don’t forget who you were before.”

Adam blinked. He looked over Shane again, and felt desire for Shane’s sexy Latino body for the first time. Adam needed to fuck and get fucked. He thought back over the last month, all the kinky men he’d seen having sex, and felt a need to reenact every single act he’d witnessed, preferably with a different man each time.

The voice of Adam Blanco, whose opinion Shane had asked a couple of times, slipped into the back of Adam’s mind. He remembered being an older, homophobic pastor, but the ideology slipped away from him. It didn’t make sense to be so uptight and self-absorbed when he could be having as much gay sex as possible.

Shane smiled at Adam’s hungry gaze. “Go on,” he said, “go find the others.”

Adam hurried out of the room.

Shane followed at a slower pace, still naked, and went down by the stairs instead of the elevator. He’d learned the Astra well over the last month, navigating the warren of hallways and stairwells to monitor the results of his wish.

At the door to the basement storage room, Shane paused, listening to the orgy going on in the conference hall. It was already past midnight, but the party would keep going for a few hours yet. Everyone was leaving tomorrow. They would live their new lives until they came back here for Virgo Season next year.

Shane slipped through the door.

The magical cornerstone was flickering with orange light as the magic began to slip away. Shane watched it for a while, smoking a cigarette while he waited. At 2:45 AM, he started to stroke his cock, imagining what was happening upstairs.

Hundreds of men were in the conference hall tonight, all in their best gear and all fucking as hard as they could. Rod the sneakerhead drone was probably taking as many cocks as he could as hard as they could pound him. Dan, the Black leatherman with addictive cum, would be letting all his cum-addicted sluts worship him while he inducted someone new to his harem. Ezzy the pup would be dressed down in a slutty pup outfit, sniffing some anonymous pits or sucking a fat cock.

Ben and Kyle had danced earlier tonight, but now they were fucking, probably still on stage. Both of them loved to show off how acrobatic they could be mid-fuck. Jason the bondage slut was bound and blindfolded, just like he always was in the Astra. He loved being a set of holes and a thick trucker body for other people to use. Harold and his rubber kinkster friends were all in a pile of slick, sweaty rubber.

Blaine and Spence, the leather husbands, were tag-teaming some boys, maybe the bellhops who had been converted into twinky bois the other night. Vinny might be on the receiving end of a similar group, though he probably preferred bigger, muskier guys to hold him down and fuck his pretty holes.

And Adam… Adam was definitely in the centre of it all. He was right up on the stage, shoving his big Black cock in a hole or taking cock in his holes, and loving every second. All the attention, all the eyes on a lewd slut, would get Adam harder than any fuck ever could.

Shane could see it all so clearly in his mind’s eye. He leaned in close to the cornerstone. “Bring it back next year,” he whispered to the stone. “Take all this energy, all the power we’ve spilled for you this month. It’s all an offering. Make this happen again next year. Make it even bigger, more extreme, hotter, hornier…”

At exactly 2:49 AM, as the Sun exited Virgo and the last of the magic was expended, Shane came. Up in the conference hall, every man felt himself suddenly spill over the edge, cumming as if they all hadn’t cum in weeks. Cum jetted up toned abs and fat bellies, spurted out of assholes and mouths, and ran in trickles down legs, arms, necks, to pool on the floor, where it slowly vanished, absorbed by the Virgo artifact.

Shane watched the cornerstone pulse with power, then fade as if going to sleep. He would come back next year, to see what would happen when it awoke once more.

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Thank you all for enjoying Virgo Season! Every message and comment I've received about it has been awesome. This was a very rewarding series to write, and I hope that everyone got at least a few chapters they loved.

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