1 Jazz Fenton

A/N: The Savior of Amity Park is a completed commission that was originally written from June of 2018 to October of 2019. As such, I'll be porting it over to this website one chapter at a time until it's finished. You can read it here or find it on QQ or HF to read ahead if you want.

Themes: Mind Control, Soul Manipulation, Master/Slave

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Power corrupts; absolute power corrupts absolutely. They'd learned that in English class, from what Danny remembered. Danny Fenton, young teenage son to Maddie and Jack Fenton. He'd never had much in the way of power before, be it personal power or authority over those around him. But then of course not. He was just a boy after all, the youngest child in a family with a pretty bad reputation.

At least, his parents hadn't done anything for the Fenton name. Jazz, his older sister, was commonly known as a sharp cookie and a bright young woman, despite her crazy crackpot parents. Except, Danny knew that his parents weren't truly insane. While they had indeed ruined their reputations as both academics and neighbors with their activities… they weren't wrong.

The Ghost Zone existed. Ghosts existed. Danny knew this, because he was one now. Or at least, half of one. Whatever the fuck had happened that night had given Danny powers beyond his imagining, but it'd also changed him irrevocably. While he could shift back into human form, going between Ghost Boy and Human Boy without much hardship, he was ultimately no longer the same as before. Even as a human, Danny could feel his power buzzing in the back of his head, he could feel the people around him.

Or, more accurately, Danny could feel souls. When he was 'Danny Phantom', he could outright see them. The bright lights in multiple colors that made up the soul energy of the living. He found himself drawn to them, as all Ghosts were. Luckily, because he was only part Ghost, he could resist the urge to try and drain from those souls.

… He didn't want to kill anyone. But that didn't mean he was completely benign. Like was said before, power corrupts. Danny hadn't had power, but now he did. And as he played around with his abilities, as he beat up actual Ghosts when they snuck into the real world from the Ghost Zone, Danny learned just what he was capable of.

More than that, he learned what he could do to other humans. He learned how to manipulate souls. Draining them might have been out of the question, though every once in a while, when he needed a power up against a particular tough ghost, he'd siphon just a smidge of soul from the dozens of mortals who no doubt would be watching the spectacle gobsmacked. They were never truly damaged by the experience, souls grew back after all. The most they would feel is a bit exhausted afterwards, which could easily be explained by coming down from the adrenaline rush.

Danny still smiled evilly whenever he remembered the look on Skulker's face after he'd done just that to take out the 'Ghost Zone's greatest hunter'. There'd been no second chance for that particular Ghost. While Danny let some of the others go in a sort of catch and release method for the sake of fun, Skulker… that wasn't the kind of Ghost Danny had 'fun' fighting.

Skulker wouldn't be bothering him or anyone else ever again though, the young half-ghost had made sure of that. Still, even though he was in his Ghost Form as Danny Phantom, he had no intentions of going out to fight Ghosts tonight. No, instead Danny had other ideas, other plans for what he would be doing now that his parents were passed out exhausted from another late night of work, and his sister was fast asleep in bed.

Floating through the Fenton Home, Danny slips into Jazz's room, a wide wicked grin on his face. The light of his older sister's soul blazes within her chest, but his eyes are instead drawn first to her naked legs and panty-clad crotch. Jazz wore nothing but her panties and a tank top to bed… but she'd kicked off her covers in the night, leaving her exposed to his gaze. His sibling was as beautiful as ever… and soon enough, she would be putting that beauty to use, serving him. Or at least, serving his Ghost Form.

Reaching out with ethereal hands, Danny grabs Jazz's soul. Human souls, as he'd discovered after plenty of experimentation, were exceptionally malleable. Jazz's is no different, and it's all but defenseless against his manipulations. Through her soul, Danny can do whatever he wants to Jazz's mind, her personality, her very being. He can manipulate everything that she is through the light of her existence… but in the end, Danny only changes a couple things before pulling his hands back.

Staring down at Jazz's soul for a moment to make sure his changes are in place and operating properly, Danny finally lifts a gloved hand and snaps his fingers, even as he comes down to rest at the foot of Jazz's bed. Slowly, his sister begins to wake up, her eyes fluttering open and catching sight of his glowing form standing before her.

Danny just grins are her eyes go wide. This? This was going to be fun.

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Jazz's first instinct is to scream, but she catches herself in time when she realizes just who's intruding in her room. A flush spreads across the young woman's face at the sight of him staring at her half-clothed body, a grin spread unabashedly across his face. A shudder runs through her form, and Jazz has to bite back a whimper as well, even as she speaks with a slight tremor in her voice.

"P-Phantom…"

The white-haired hero bobs his head in acknowledgement.

"Come here, Jazz Fenton."

Slowly, Jazz moves off the bed. After all, she knows why the Phantom is here. She's not surprised that he knows her name. He's the hero of Amity Park after all. And as the hero, as their savior… none of them have a right to tell him no, to deny him what he wants. She'd heard rumors, but this was the first time it had ever happened to her. Still, Jazz would not shirk from her duty.

Standing before him in nothing but her tank top and her panties, she blushes deeply, crossing her arms under her chest rather self-consciously.

"U-Um…"

"Kneel."

Jazz does as she's told, sinking down to her knees. By the time she's all the way down, the Phantom's cock is staring her in the eye, flopping out of his jumpsuit with ease and very nearly smacking her in the face. Her lips part slightly, and her nostrils flare as she takes in his scent. It's odd that he even has one. But then, Jazz supposes that that's the difference between a Phantom and a Ghost. O-Or something, she wasn't a ghost freak like her parents.

All she knew was that the Phantom protected the living from Ghosts, and in turn, the living served his every whim. He didn't ever want much, but this… this was something she had to do. She had no choice. Phantom's gloved fingers curl in her hair, and he forces her forward without another word. Jazz opens her mouth all the same, and his cockhead slips in between her lips before inch after inch of his shaft follows it.

The young woman's eyes go wide when he keeps going. He's rather big, though Jazz is virginal and has no idea what a normal dick even looks like. Phantom's has to be on the large size though, as he forces his way down her throat and she instinctively tries to relax her gag reflex, so she doesn't choke. At the pace he's going, Jazz can't prevent that from happening, but even as she begins to gag, she doesn't try to fight back.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Her… her everything is in the Phantom's hands. Her life belongs to him, as much as Jazz dislikes it. All of their lives do, all of Amity Park belongs to the Phantom. These are the thoughts that run through the young woman's brain as she's face-fucked right then and there on the floor of her own bedroom. As she's choked on Phantom's cock, tears fall from Jazz's eyes at the injustice of it all. She's more than just a set of holes, but to Phantom, she's nothing but a piece of meat to pleasure himself on.

Even there though, Jazz's thoughts reorganize themselves. The brilliant girl finds herself trying to figure out ways she can help the Phantom in the future that don't involve him throat-fucking her. It's a little hard to think though, with a meaty cock lodged in one's throat. In the end, Jazz doesn't come up with anything concrete by the time Phantom pulls out of her mouth suddenly, only to spray his seed all across her face and her tank top.

Jazz flinches, but there's nothing she can do as he holds her steady with his grip on her hair. And then, before she can even fully recover, he's dragging her by her hair over to the bed, tossing her face down atop it. A grunt leaves Jazz's lips, followed by a squeal when Phantom's gloved hand comes down on her ass, causing it to jump up in the air.

"Assume the position, slut."

He sounds eager… excited. Part of Jazz feels a thrill of pleasure at the fact that she could turn the Phantom on so easily. She's aroused him so much that he's come for her in the night, possibly only after catching a simple glimpse of her during the day. But the larger part of Jazz just wants to get this over with. Her face still covered in his cum, tears continue to stream down her cheeks as she lifts her hips high into the air and reaches back to pull down her panties.

She exposes herself to him, her cunt and her pert posterior visible to his gaze. Phantom doesn't wait long either, and Jazz yelps when he's suddenly behind her, his gloved hands on her ass and his cockhead rubbing against her pussy lips. Her body responds to his touch immediately, and she starts to moisten up for him right then and there.

Jazz is ashamed in her body's reactions, even if they will make things easier in the long run. She doesn't… she doesn't want to be reduced to this. Just a toy to be fucked. She's going to be more than that, she's going to BE somebody. But in that moment, all Jazz can think about is how she can be somebody that the Phantom will appreciate as more than a fuck pet, as more than a collection of holes to thrust into.

At that same instant, the Phantom does thrust forward into her hole. Jazz cries out, the sound muffled by the mattress she's burying her messy face in, as he forces his cock past her virginity, tearing it to shreds with a deep, brutal thrust. For a second, Phantom pauses as if surprised, or perplexed… o-or maybe out of mercy? But no, he only waits a few moments as Jazz whimpers before beginning to fuck her again, pounding her from behind with greater and greater enthusiasm.

It's all Jazz can do to muffle her noises, crying out, squealing, whimpering into the bed beneath her as she's soundly fucked from behind by the Savior of Amity Park. Her hero, the one who kept the Ghosts from draining her and everyone else dry. This was… this was her duty, but that didn't make it any easier. He was so rough, like he'd never even been with a girl before, like he had no idea how to control himself.

Jazz knew that wasn't true of course, the Phantom had probably fucked half of the women in town by this point, given the stories she'd overheard. He was owed his due, and if a female citizen in Amity Park refused… well, no one ever had, at least to Jazz's knowledge. The idea of refusing him, of not doing her duty, of spurning his desires… it hadn't even entered Jazz's mind.

Without the Phantom, they'd all be dead. What was this, compared to that? A cry suddenly spills from Jazz's lips that's different from the others, as she finds herself brought to a reluctant climax from the Phantom's pistoning cock. Whatever discomfort there was from losing her hymen, it was gone now as she got wetter and wetter from the pure, unadulterated sensation of being fucked raw by a big, fat dick.

In the end, the Phantom plows into her for what feels like an eternity. Then, he cums inside of her, filling her with seed that feels so thick, so viscous… Jazz can't help but wonder if it's not normal, if because of his unique qualities, he's left something akin to ectoplasm inside of her. When he pulls out of her and pats her upturned bottom, Jazz shivers and buries her face in the blankets beneath her to hide her utter shame over what's happened.

"Well done, Jazz Fenton."

And then he's gone. Just like that. Slowly, Jazz straightens out, laying prone as she shakes, caught between sobbing and moaning. Even as she cries, helpless, her hands move down between her legs, touching at her freshly fucked cunt, playing with the glowing white ooze slowly seeping from her pussy lips.

She knew already that that wasn't the last time she'd see the Phantom.

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Back in his own room, Danny pops out of Ghost Form and falls back onto his own bed, staring at the ceiling in wonder. That had been… that had been amazing. Jazz's body had always been rocking in his opinion, as incestuous as that might be. It wasn't his fault though, when you had family members like his mom and sister, you see if they aren't your first sexual fantasies when puberty finally hits!

But seriously… that'd been everything he wanted it to be. Danny was satiated in a way he'd never experienced before. A sexual way. And while he was happy to fall asleep now, the young man knew he would be doing it again soon. He wouldn't stop at Jazz, hell, he might just make sure that every woman in Amity Park knew they rightful place as his cum dumps.

A wicked, evil grin spreads across Danny Fenton's face as he stares up at his ceiling. His power had undoubtedly corrupted him… and he was self-aware enough to realize that. He didn't care. Fuck it, fuck morality, fuck laws and fuck the humans and their version of 'decency'. The only reason their system worked was because no one had personal power like he did.

Danny Fenton might have been beholden to humanity's expectations of him, but Danny Phantom didn't give a shit. With a foot in both worlds, the young half-ghost considered them both to be HIS oysters. And if there was one thing Danny was sure of… he was going to get his. One way or another.

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