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Danny was knocked out of the sky by one of Valerie's missiles; flying through the trees of the park, his already burned ghost suit being further ripped and torn by the branches as he falls, hitting the ground, skipping and sliding, carving a short, shallow ditch in the soft dirt.
"Take that Danny Phantom! I'll catch you if it's - AHHH" Valerie's sentence cut short and replaced instead by the sound of her fading screams as Cujo, Danny's ghost dog, had leaped up, grabbed Valerie and her flying board in his large jaws and flung them to the far side of the city, away from the park and more importantly, Danny.
Danny laid in the dirt, clothes in tatters. His head hurts so much he thought there might be cartoon birds circling a comically large bump on his head. He vaguely remembered his battle with Valerie before being launched out of the sky. He started to stand, swaying as he rose. Inching forward, small step by small step, Danny tries to make his way out of the park. His foot catches a root, knocking him off balance and causing him to land face first in the grass, exposed ass in the air. All that remained of his clothes now was his right sleeve, connecting to his collar with a strip going across his chest to his left side, covering his crotch and left thigh. His ass and stomach exposed, as well as both of his feet and his right leg.
Danny laid there for a moment, gathering the strength to stand once more. He heard twigs snapping and leaves moving from behind him and he hoped it wasn't Valerie coming to finish him off. Instead he was met with the sight of his friend and dog, Cujo, who bounds through the trees and let's out a couple soft barks as he finds Danny.
"Oh thank goodness, Cujo, can you help me? I can't stand up, will you come help me?" Danny asked his ghostly friend, however the ghost hound had other ideas.
The green hound, standing at 8 feet tall, large mastiff like body towering over Danny, moves forward and begins to sniff at Danny's exposed ass. His cold, wet nose pressing into Danny's crack towards his hole, gives three quick sniffs before moving on.
"H-hey! Cut it out!" The 16 year old Danny shouted, startled by the sudden sensation against his tight rough ass. His already small, lean body was now dwarfed by the humongous beast above him. Danny's looked back at Cujo. His glowing green eyes, the same color as Cujos fur, met the deep red eyes of his friend above him. His snow white hair now caked with dirt.
"Cujo buddy, help me up please." Danny pleaded, but his words were ignored as the hound moved back to Danny's smooth ass, lapping at it with his tongue. He covered Danny's pale white hole with his thick doggy slobber as Danny begged.
"Stop. Cujo, stop. Please!" Danny whined, limbs to heavy to move and stop him. His breathing getting heavier as pleasure starts to set in, Danny lets out soft moans inbetween pleas to stop. Cujo only furthering his assault of Danny's young ass, tongue now penetrating the boy's hole.
Dash heard the sound of lots of tree limbs breaking followed by a loud crash. He looks around for some evidence of what happened before he sees something large move through the forest at the edge of the park. Following the trail carved out by whatever he was chasing, Dash starts to hear voices through the brush
"Stop- please-" Dash hears. 'Someone's in trouble?' -he thought. 'I have to help.' He moved closer, seeing a small clearing ahead and in the clearing was a massive green dog.
"What the fuck!" Dash exclaimed under his breath. Observing the beast further he noticed it's head done, sniffing and licking at something on the forest floor. As he moved around, he saw, on the receiving end of this dogs licks, the ghost boy, partially nude, ass being molested by this canines large tongue.
Dash was stunned by the scene in front of him. Did he hit his head? Was he dreaming, or worse, dead? No. Dash was awake and in reality, this super hound was rimming the ghost boy! Dash could hear the boys quiet moans and pleas for the dog to stop. Dash's cock started to grow in his jeans as he watched the disgusting and perverted sight in front of him.
Danny, ignorant to the watcher among them, tried to crawl away using the last of his strength. That proved to be a vain effort because Cujo quickly lifted it's front right paw and put in on Danny's back, between the shoulder blades, the press his chest into the soil and keep him from moving.
Danny looked back at his friend; the heavy paw on his back making it difficult to breath; he notices a large red protrusion coming out under Cujos belly, out of his sheath.
"Cujo, what- are -you doing." Voice cutting out as Danny gasps for breath. His hound moved to align itself with Danny's now slobbery hole. He attempts to line up his ever growing cock with the tight hole beneath him, missing twice as Cujo's 18 inch dick slid across Danny's crack, further lubricating it with the dogs precum. The third attempt however is where the dog finds his mark as the tip of his thick doggy dick; comparable to a 2 liter bottle but twice as long, with a knot twice as large; finds its target, slipping in with a powerful punch.
Danny yelped with pain, trying desperately to get away from the massive intrusion pounding it's way into him. Tears formed in his eyes as Danny struggled with the weight on top of him and the new addition tearing his ass apart.
"Cujo! Stop! Please! It hurts!" Danny cried with every breath he could muster. Cujo simply continued his relentless assault on Danny's poor hole. The 18" length drag out until just the tip remains before slamming back in until Danny could feel like large knot, which seems to be the size of a basketball, press against his abused hole.
Dash stroked himself to the scene that was unfolding, Danny's every whine and plea sending a pulse of blood to his fastly growing cock. The 16 year old jock, muscles rolling with every motion of his strong hands, started to remove his red letterman jacket, never losing touch on his penis. Tossing the jacket to the side, he undones his pants, pulling the zipper down and pushing the waistband down around his thick and powerful thighs.
Dash continued rubbing his dick through his dirty jockstrap. Partially stained with piss, cum and sweat, there is a overwhelming musky stench that emits from the jockstrap. Dash lets his jocks get so filthy for multiple reasons: He likes the smell, it turns him on; He loves making that little twink Fenton smell and eat his nasty jocks; and he also doesn't know how to do his own laundry.
He starts to rub his firm, muscular ass, now exposed to the air. As he continues to palm his dick, watching the show in front of him, he leaks precum into his already stained jock.
'Fresh seasoning for Fentoni.' - he thinks to himself, and can't help but picture that little twerp in ghost boys position. He deserved it much more than this ghost kid, Dash's dick now pulsing strongly, as he imagines emptying his load into Fenturds tight little boy pussy as Fenton choked on Dash's filthy jocks, sucking the weeks of piss and cum and sweat out of the stained fabric.
Danny started to lose his senses, growing lightheaded due to his impaired breathing and the pain of the huge canine dick force itself into his battered hole. The ghost hound, Cujo, keeping a quick but even pace as he fucks the young ghost boy beneath him. Danny's stomach bulged and sunk with every thrust and retreat of the ghostly member inside of him, rearranging and destroying his organs.
Pleasure replaced the pain and euphoria washed over him as he became accustomed to the overwhelming mass filling his small body.Tears still in his eyes, Danny quit begging for Cujo to stop and now was begging for him to keep going, to go harder, how he needed it. Danny felt ashamed hearing himself beg for his own dogs monster cock with fill him up but he couldn't stop himself.
Finally Cujo listened to Danny's pleas, because upon hearing his cries, the ghostly canine picked up it's pace, thrusting harder, trying to force his bulbous knot inside of Danny's heavily abused hole. Each thrust pushed Danny further in the dirt. Danny's own 6" cock swinging wildly with every slam, leaking so much precum he's starting to form a small puddle beneath him.
"Yes Cujo- Good boy- knot me- filling me with your pups-" Danny muttered and moaned, drooling and delirious from the experience. Cujo obliged, as he slowed pace to slam 3 powerful thrusts into Danny's ass, stretching his tiny hole more than should be possible, as Danny's now greedy hole sucked Cujos basketball sized knot inside it.
"Guh- ugh- fughk." Danny choked, now feeling the tip of Cujos red rocket pressing against his throat. Cujo, now tied with the teen ghost boy, begins to unload his hot, potent, doggy cum into Danny. The flood of semen starts to fill Danny's stomach, slowly causing it to inflate further until he's sporting a beach ball sized bulge in his stomach. Danny, feeling the cum expand his stomach, begins to cum hands free. His young cock letting out spurt after spurt of fertile teen seed onto the dirt below him. As his orgasm finished, tired, battered and beaten, Danny falls out of his ghost form and back into regular Danny Fenton.
Unfortunately, to Danny's dismay, the flood didn't stop there, as his orgasm causes him to clench his ass around the massive knot inside him, milking the hulking beast even more. With no more room in the stomach and nowhere else to go, the hot load starts to push it's way out his ass with small spurts, as well as up his throating. The dogs ectoplasmic semen burned Danny's throat as it poured out of his mouth. Danny, scared of what was happening, attempted to close and cover is mouth to stop the flow of cum, but instead it simply worked it's way through his sinuses, out his nose and out of his eyes, some still forcing it's way through his fingers clasped over his mouth.
Dash couldn't believe what he was seeing. Not only did he watch the massive mutt force it's huge knot inside of the ghost boys hole, but then he saw that same ghost boy turn into that little twink, Femmeton. Dash's mind went wild at the possibilities this opened for him. He watched as the dogs powerful cum started to expand the teen boy's belly and then as it overflowed from his ass and flooded from his mouth. Dash was on edge, the sight before him turning him on more than he's ever been and it only got better as he saw Danny rush to cover his mouth, in vain, as it started to then pour out of his nose and eyes, as if he was crying milk.
He was so close to cumming, he rubbed himself furiously through the fabric of his nasty jock, precum soaking them and and adding to the foul musk. Dash closes his eyes, chasing the ecstasy of climax. He bends his knees and starts to spread his legs more but in that moment he stepped on a fallen twig, causing it to snap and drawing the attention of Danny and the demon dog.
"Ha, sup Fen-toni!" Dash exclaimed as he moved into the clearing, admiring and memorizing the horror on Fenton's face.