10 Kitty

"Yes! I did it babe! Told you I could! We're back in the world of the living! Johnny 13 rides once more!"

Kitty manages to keep her face from morphing into an annoyed grimace, but just barely. Once again, Johnny just had to make it all about himself. Still, given her current position, rising behind him on his bike and clinging to him, she knew she had to play nice for the time being. And to be fair, looking down at the unsuspecting humans down below, the ghostly biker chick couldn't help but be excited.

"Really? You make it out of the Ghost Zone for the first time in months, and then shout it from the rooftops like I'm not going to hear you?"

Johnny and Kitty both whip their heads around at that, their expressions warping into mixtures of disgust, hatred, and fear as they regard the halfa that's thwarted them both multiple times at this point. Phantom… he's a dangerous one. Kitty has never liked the way he looked at her. Or maybe she's never liked how much she likes it. Even now, the biker chick shivers under his gaze, while Johnny bristles.

"Phantom! Sick 'em boy!"

The biker's shadow detaches and lashes out, but the half-ghost almost contemptuously smacks it down. Johnny's eyes widen, and so do Kitty's. That was…

"Let's not fight, Johnny. Not today. I've got a better idea."

She can feel her on-again-off-again boyfriend tensing up in front of her, even as the Phantom floats a little closer. But his arms are crossed over his chest and he doesn't SEEM overly aggressive. But then, she hadn't even seen it coming before his hand had moved lightning fast to backhand Johnny's shadow.

"Right. F-Fine. What do you want, Phantom?"

The answering grin (because the halfa definitely heard Johnny's momentary stutter if Kitty did) is wicked.

"I want a race. You and your bike, against me and my natural speed. Winner takes all."

Just like she could feel Johnny stiffening and tensing up, she can also feel him jolting in excitement. But Kitty can't help but feel a yawning hole growing in her stomach, a distinctly uncomfortable feeling that screams trap to her.

"You've got a deal!"

"Wait! What the fuck does ALL mean?!"

For the first time, Kitty interrupts. Johnny looks at her scandalized, but then she already knows his feelings about a chick like her and their 'place'. Namely, sitting quietly on the back of his bike, being eye candy. Kitty only has eyes for the Phantom though, and when he looks back at her, she doesn't see the same sort of dismissal that Johnny has given her time and time again. There's actually respect in the halfa's eyes, like he acknowledges her. Honestly, that's scarier than just being dismissed and overlooked.

"Ah, I suppose she's right, we should clarify the terms of this little wager. Hm… well, let's make things really interesting, shall we? You win, and I'll leave you two alone to do whatever you want in the living world for an entire week. I win… and I get your bike and girl for a day."

Kitty stiffens at that. Even though he's obviously speaking to Johnny, he's never taken his eyes off of hers. She can see the hunger in him, and the shiver that runs down her back isn't one that's entirely comprised of fear, if she's being honest. Johnny though…

"Deal!"

Bristling, Kitty smacks her boyfriend on the shoulder.

"What?! Johnny, what the hell?"

Turning around, Johnny looks a LITTLE sheepish at least, but he also looks a lot more excited. Leaning in, the ghostly biker is grinning as he whispers to her.

"Kitty, baby… he's never been able to catch my ride before, right? He's only ever gotten us when we were dismounted. This is our chance. The halfa won't know what hit him!"

She doesn't think that Johnny's right about that, but she can't exactly find the words to voice her concerns. Still, as Johnny takes her silence as agreement and they line up at some imaginary starting line beside Phantom, Kitty finds herself gripping Johnny's waist tightly, a clear sign she expects him to go as fucking fast as possible.

"Hah! Shadow, count us off!"

Johnny's shadow flies out in front of them all and lifts shadowy arms up into the air. It brings them down once… twice… three times… as this is happening, Johnny revs his baby up and sneers over at Phantom.

"See you never, ghost-boy!"

And then his shadow brings his arms down one last time before flying back to Johnny, and the race is on. Johnny's bike shoots forward as fast as it's ever been, and Kitty has to close her eyes as the wind whips her hair into her face. Johnny, meanwhile, is just laughing giddily.

"We're fucking doing it babe! We're leaving that idiot in the dust! A whole fucking week to ourselves, can you imagine it? God it's gonna be great!"

Kitty can't deny that it does sound nice. Though she's also already making plans to break away from Johnny if they do win, just so she can have some of her own fun without being tied to the ghostly biker the entire time. Of course, those plans are abruptly derailed by a surprise, familiar voice.

"Keep on dreaming, Johnny."

Kitty forces her eyes open, and for the second time that night both of the ghost bikers look over to find Phantom where he shouldn't be. Namely, beside them, easily keeping pace with the bike as it goes it's fastest it's ever gone. But more importantly… he's holding that damn thermos. Before Johnny, Kitty, or Johnny's shadow can react, the thermos opens, and Johnny and his shadow are unceremoniously sucked in.

Finding herself suddenly alone on a very fast-moving bike, Kitty slides forward and instinctively grabs on, her hands and feet going right where they needed to take control of the ghostly vehicle. She keeps driving forward, knowing better than to try to make a stop now. Perhaps part of her thinks she might even be able to escape the halfa while he's busy with the thermos.

No such luck, within five seconds of taking over the operation of Johnny's bike, Kitty nearly leaps out of the seat as she feels someone slide into the position, she'd just been in behind her. A very masculine someone, as his body presses against hers, his arms wrapped around her waist, his nose in her air and sniffing at her.

"Hello Kitty…"

Shaking slightly, Kitty bites her lower lip, trying in vain to hold back her subconscious reactions to his close proximity.

"Ph-Phantom…"

"That's right. You know, it was really quite boorish of your boyfriend to bet his own girl in a race like that. Very short-sighted too. I can only imagine how angry you are with him."

She IS angry with Johnny, and even if they'd won, the fact that he tried to bet her at all would have been her excuse for breaking up this time. Now though… now she's a LOT more concerned with the man pressing up against her from behind, rather than the man trapped impotently inside of a fucking thermos. Still, he expects a response, she thinks.

"Y-Yeah…"

She doesn't know what else to say. She doesn't trust herself to say anything else, to be honest. The Phantom just chuckles, and then suddenly Kitty feels it. She feels his cock, pressing against her backside as he slowly leans her forward, which in turn causes her ass to jut up. Where the fuck did their pants go? They were there a moment ago, but now she's riding Johnny's bike bareback, and the Phantom… the Phantom's cock is hot-dogging her ass cheeks.

"But… a deal is a deal, isn't it Kitty? Johnny should have known better, but he didn't. He underestimated me. I imagine you won't, will you?"

Kitty shakes her head, shuddering as he continues to slide his cock between her ass cheeks.

"I-I… what do you want from me?"

For a moment, Phantom pauses. Then he chuckles.

"I want you to drive, Kitty. Just keep driving. Take us around town though, don't go too far away from Amity Park. But for now… just drive."

Well, she can do that. Or at least, she COULD if he wasn't distracting her so much. Still, Kitty focuses as best she can on keeping Johnny's bike going forward, even as she slowly starts to turn it, so their route is more of a circle than a straight line. It's not easy though, especially not with the Phantom playing with her. It's not just his cock. His hands are beneath her biker jacket, which suddenly seems to be the only garment she's wearing. The tube top she'd had on underneath her jacket is as gone as her pants now, and other than the cropped jacket, she's got not a stitch of clothing to protect her from the Phantom's advances.

He gropes her breasts as she drives, squeezing and kneading them. It's almost as if he's experimenting, and as things go on, Kitty realizes that's exactly what he's doing. He's playing with her, toying with her even. He's testing different things, to see what she likes. He's trying to provoke reaction after reaction, so that he knows exactly what makes her tick.

Honestly, it's probably the nicest thing anyone's ever done for her. And the moment Kitty thinks that, she realizes how sad that is. A choked sob leaves the ghostly biker chick, even as a moan promptly follows it. Phantom still pauses though, seeming surprised by her reaction this time.

"Are you alright, Kitty?"

He doesn't sound like he cares all that much, and yet… and yet he probably cares more than Johnny ever fucking has.

"I'm… you're trying to make me cum…"

Another pause, and then a simple grunt.

"Yes, that's the general idea of teasing you while you're driving the bike, silly."

Kitty just lets out a sharp bark of laughter, before bowing her head. She keeps driving of course, but then, the airspace around Amity Park is thankfully free of most obstacles.

"It's just… Johnny would never do this. He wouldn't let me ride his bike, let alone worry about my pleasure. He- ah!"

And just like that, Phantom sticks it in. Mid-sentence, Kitty's eyes go wide, and her jaw drops open as a cock bigger than any she's ever had before slots itself inside of her. They settle into their seats again finally, now that tab A has been put in slot B and they're locked together in a very intimate way. Kitty squirms for a moment, before relaxing, even as she feels this massive, meaty member inside of her, this thick scepter of man meat, spreading her wide open and taking advantage of her.

Phantom leans in behind her, and his hot breath ghosts across her ear as he speaks.

"I like my girls wet and ready, Kitty. Don't read into this. Right now, you belong to me. That means I take care of you, even if your shitty, deadbeat boyfriend never did. Understand me?"

Kitty shudders, reluctantly turned on by his words.

"Y-Yes sir…"

With a chuckle, Phantom begins to move.

"That's a good girl."

He starts out rather slowly, almost languidly fucking her from behind as they continue to drive and fly through the night air on Johnny's bike. Kitty moans, her insides already quite wet from his earlier ministrations, her nipples unbelievably hard as his palms rub against them and his fingers dig into her naked tits. She's completely exposed right now, and there's absolutely nothing that she can do to stop what's happening to her.

And yet… and yet, that's exactly how Kitty wants it. She didn't know it, she didn't know this was what she needed, but fuck if she isn't enjoying herself now. Phantom has claimed her, taken her, and is fucking her. She's HIS girl… and Kitty can already tell that that means so much more than being Johnny's girl. She'd chafed under Johnny, she'd hated their relationship. Mostly because Johnny was never truly honest about what they were to each other.

At least with Phantom, she knew where she stood. At least with him, she knew that she wasn't going to be ignored or forgotten. She also wasn't going to get away with jack shit, but Kitty finds herself minding that less and less as Phantom proceeds to rock her world all night long, fucking her until the crack of dawn and making her orgasm time and time again.

When the sun finally begins to rise over the horizon, the halfa finally has her put them down on the ground though. He slides out of her freshly fucked, creampied cunt and a moment later, their clothes are back in place, between one blink and the next. Kitty bites her lower lip at the casual display of power on the halfa's part. She now recognizes that she and Johnny never stood a chance in the first place.

"Keep the bike, Kitty. Have a day to yourself. Don't get into any trouble, and I won't have to smack you down. Meet me back here tonight, got it?"

Kitty shivers, but ultimately nods. Still, as she bites her lip, she can't help but ask.

"What… what happens tonight?"

As if waiting for it, the Phantom just grins and lifts up a familiar thermos.

"Later tonight, you make a decision. You either join your pathetic boyfriend in here and the both of you are deposited back into the Ghost Zone… or you keep the bike and say fuck him. Of course, if you keep the bike… you're going to have to pay it off, you understand."

Another shiver, but this one far more anticipatory. Kitty continues to gnaw at her lower lip, even as she nods again.

"I… I understand."

"Have fun, Kitty. Stay out of trouble. We'll talk again soon."

And then he's gone, and it's just her, the bike… and a world full of possibilities. Truth be told, for that alone, Kitty will probably take Phantom up on his offer. But as her sore cunt twinges with anticipation of what's to come, she can't help but look forward to their next ride together as well.

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