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"Another, mate?" Danny looked up at the question and saw Nick, his hand hovering a coin next to the slot on the machine. Danny felt a twinge of embarrassment at having finished his soda before Nick had even managed to get his out of the machine, but was pretty thirsty, after all. "Yeah, sure. Thanks." Danny knew from anyone else there'd be some remark about watching his weight, but Nick was a nice guy. In fact, pretty much the premier nice guy of the whole school. This, and his easy, friendly way with people kept him pretty popular throughout most of the student body, though his lean, well toned physique also probably had something to do with his popularity amongst the fairer sex. Despite this, though, he hadn't managed to nab himself a girlfriend. It was bizarre to Danny that despite all he had going for him, Nick hadn't managed to seal the deal with anyone he'd asked out, not even Rachel, and those two were more affectionate than most actual couples. He wished he knew how he could help Nick, but Danny wasn't exactly the resident expert on all things romantic, or even social. He maintained a decent popularity, or at the very least people were nice to his face, but he hadn't really got any good friends besides Nick, and he was extremely awkward around girls. So much as he wished he could help, he didn't really have any answers for Nick. Later that afternoon, in the attic of his large house, he was starting to wish the opposite. He now knew one definite way of helping Nick - break off their friendship. He'd overheard girls, including Rachel, gossiping in the toilets from the corridor outside, where they'd basically spelled out what both Nick was missing - or at least, what wasn't missing. They'd remarked that Danny would make a terrible third wheel, and seeing as how he followed Nick everywhere, the prospect scared off anyone interested in Nick - and Rachel had confirmed she was interested. He'd been crushed and subdued initially, but he quickly remembered the box of magical trinkets his great uncle had left in his attic last summer, and he'd rushed home to look for some kind of magical help. Having rooted through it for the better part of an hour, he wondered now if it was just his desperation that was even letting him believe that such a solution could even exist. All he'd found were the kinds of charms and doodads a small farming village might find useful - their effects explained in exacting detail in a box of documents that had been left alongside them. It was when he just began losing interest in sifting through the contents, now doing so without much interest, that he found one that actually looked promising. It caught his eye immediately, as it was shaped like an idealized female form, holding up a sun. A read through of the relevant instructions confirmed what he'd suspected - this was far more than just a spell to guarantee a large harvest. The idol had the remarkable power of helping correct a village's gender balance, of transforming a man, even unwilling, into a perfect mate. The formerly male victim would, after having sex with someone, become attached to them and become exactly what they want and need in a mate, adoring and possessed of unshakeable loyalty to that person. Apparently the culture that had made this trinket was strictly monogamous, Danny thought, bemused. The charm had a built-in failsafe for making sure this newly-made female couldn't escape this fate, either - until she did finally have sex, she'd start wanting it more and more, until all reasonable faculties were subdued and her whole being was shaped around the desire for sex. The prospect would begin to thrill her, her body would become too weak to fight it, and her ability to resist in general would fall away to nothingness if she left it too long. Not only that, but as a final guarantee, there wasn't any known, let alone described, reversal method. The new woman would eventually come to want anything but, and he doubted her partner would desire such a thing, either. Danny was so surprised at the idol's promised effects - brought about, the documents said, by having the intended victim destroy it - that he momentarily forgot his predicament. As it came back to him, so too came a solution to all his problems, and Nick's as well. For the rest of the day, as he pieced together his plan, he couldn't keep the grin from his face. Things were finally looking up. Nick met Danny as usual outside their adjoining lockers, and didn't fail to notice the shit-eating grin, either. At first he didn't say anything, as Danny could rarely contain good news of any variety, but when he didn't say anything and just kept up the usual small talk with Nick, his curiosity got the better of him. He could use some good news at this point, anyhow. "You get laid or something?" he asked, trying to keep the skepticism out of his voice and failing miserably. Danny merely grinned infuriatingly and replied "Not yet, but I'll keep you posted!" A flash of uncertainty reached Danny's eyes, but didn't affect that beaming grin. Nick wanted to ask more, but noticed something unusual in Danny's bag first. He reached for it, but Danny pulled his bag back, and closed it in a hurry. Nick looked up at him, confused, but at that moment was shoulder barged alongside Danny. He caught himself against the locker, Danny bouncing comically off it, and saw to an utter lack of surprise that it had been Jack, the school's resident asshole. The guy clearly had it in for Danny, and had a real chip on his shoulder about Nick's popularity, but didn't generally go any further than this. In the end, he knew that Nick's popularity kept them both safe from his attacks. He saw Danny looking hard at Jack's back, but for once without malice. "Keep walking, asshole!" Nick's eyes widened. He wasn't sure his popularity allowed for Danny to go out of his way to piss Jack off. Besides, where had Danny summoned up the balls to do this in the first place? Jack turned slowly around, his expression disbelieving, and stared at Danny. Other people in the hall started to slow down to watch as well, but before the confrontation could go any further, the bell rang and they dashed off to class. Whatever reason Danny had for suddenly airing his long-standing grievances against Jack's tyranny would have to wait until lunch. The class before lunch was gym, and as usual Danny, the worst player in every match they'd played, had to clean up. He'd just finished piling the mats in the storage shed when he turned to the doorway and saw Jack standing there. His immediate, conditioned reaction was stopping dead in his tracks, an icy trail of fear running down his spine. Then he noticed that Jack wasn't just carrying his own bag, but Danny's too. Perhaps this could not only work out fine, he thought to himself, but be the exact opportunity he'd been looking for. Jack saw the look of abject terror on Danny's face and knew he'd made the right decision. Nick had been too absorbed in his own issues to remember that Danny might need to be looked out for today, after his little outburst. The dude was butt-hurt over getting rejected by girls or something, or even still hung up on that Rachel bitch he'd boned. Right after she'd rejected Nick's offer, Jack had noticed she was having second thoughts about it and had swooped in on her after she'd had a few drinks at a party and was feeling self-destructive. He'd messed around with her for a while and then he was done. She, like the rest of them, just couldn't keep up with his 24-hour sex-drive, the useless bitch. Plus she was starting to talk behind his back, and that was a real turnoff. He didn't want anything but rumors and legends spread about his sexual performance, after all. None of this 'too hard' whining. But Nick's woes had left Danny unprotected, he thought to himself, smug and satisfied at his excellent plan. He quickly noticed, however, that the look of horror on Danny's face was short lived. Now it was calmer, more calculating. He hated that look in his victims, the kind of look that showed they thought they had a chance of getting out of it. "Don't you want your bag back?" he asked with a smirk. Danny still just eyed him levelly. "Yes, Jack. Listen, just give it back to me." He spoke in a calm monotone, too, and Jack raised one confused eyebrow. What was going on here? After a pause, Danny continued. "I know you want to beat me up, and that's ok, but I've got a family heirloom in that bag, and it's really fragile, so if you could just leave that out of thi-" With that, Jack swung Danny's bag hard against the wall. He heard a shattering sound and snorted. "Should've been more careful with that, Danny boy." Danny just stood still, and waited. His acting hadn't been the best, but it had been enough to reverse-psychology Jack into breaking it, so it had been enough. He didn't even pretend to be distraught at the statue's breaking, but he couldn't let himself get too happy, either. Not until he knew it had worked. In fact, he'd been surprised at just how easily the statue had broken. He hadn't even thought about what he'd have done if it had proved tough to easily break. His suspicions and worries began to lift as, just as Jack had opened his mouth to say something, he'd immediately closed it again, his face a picture of confusion. He started getting fidgety, itchy, looking this way and that while clearly his tiny brain struggled to explain what was going on. Danny circled around him and reached the door. "Hey!" Jack spun around, trying to sound commanding but still just sounding bewildered as Danny began to see evidence of stretching and physical change play across Jack's skin. Jack hadn't noticed. "If you try and open that door, you'll be on the floor before you can lift the latch- " Jack stopped again and almost doubled over. The changes were becoming more pronounced, now. Bunched over like that, it was hard to get a great view, but Danny watched nonetheless in fascination, feeling with his hand to make sure the latch on the door still held it firmly shut. He didn't want an interruption during anything that came next. Bones dramatically cracked into new places as they shrunk and twisted, while the flesh and skin on display morphed like some kind of sticky paste over Jack's once sturdy frame. His whole body was reducing fairly dramatically, becoming fairly slim and a good deal shorter. His fairly average-length brown hair grew out to a loose, shimmering bob cut, as his lips gained volume and softness. His cheekbones snapped and the texture of his face shifted, until it was almost unrecognisable, as he pulled his head back with a gasp, showing off his bubbling breasts. His breasts didn't stop growing out as his butt expanded to considerable size, its soft cheeks pillowing out from his now slender frame. His skin where visible looked notably softer all round, in fact, and as his breasts finally settled to impressive dimensions, he stood there panting, still bent over with his beautiful face pointing up. Danny, noticing the changes were complete, walked forwards and stroked a hand down Jack's face. His new, feminine lashes whipped up as he opened his eyes to stare at Danny in horror. "Well, hey there, beautiful." Jack stood up, stepped back, and looked down over himself, at what he had become. He was having a hard time believing it. Even from this angle, he could tell this was a girl he'd have chased to the ends of the earth to get into bed. He ran his hands down his body, unintentionally quite sensually, and shuddered. His body was incredible, but he didn't want to be in it - at least, not in this sense. Yet he couldn't deny that it was his, that it wasn't like borrowing someone else's body, that it felt so right. "You're stuck like that, you know. Oh, and you're going to be spreading those legs for me." Danny, empowered by the fact that it had worked after all, and now believing fully the descriptions of what came next, had none of his usual awkwardness around women, or even around Jack. He walked over to the beauty, the stunningly attractive face frozen in horror. That wasn't an expression he'd ever seen on Jack's old face. Jack shook the expression from his face, shutting his mouth with a snap that left his luscious lips pressed firmly together, almost pouting. "Fuck off, dweeb. You'd better undo this or I'll kick your ass, girly body or not!" Jack tried to yell it with a conviction he didn't feel, but it wasn't convincing. Danny was a heavy guy, even if that was fat rather than muscle and he, well, he was now one of the most petite girls in the school. His new breasts might weigh more than his total muscle mass. Danny only grinned. "Oh, I get it, you're trying to sort this all out, find a way out of it. But truth is, you screwed up. You broke the statue and now you're going to have sex. Specifically, with me. I'd say I was sorry if I didn't know how much you were going to thank me for this." Jack considered making a break for it, but Danny was closer than he'd thought and he felt a large hand on his now considerably smaller shoulder. He shuddered at the touch and then wondered why. The feeling of his shoulder being held so firmly, and by such a large, manly hand, was comforting to Jack. Exciting, even. He tried to shake the thought out of his head, spilling his lustrous hair over his eyes, but the feeling wouldn't leave him. Danny used his spare hand to part the hair that had fallen in front of Jack's face, and all of a sudden it was as if Jack was seeing Danny again for the first time. He was large, but he carried with him a manly presence, the kind of body he could collapse into for comfort, and be held safe and secure in those large arms of his. He had a firm brow and an easy smile, and even just the size of him was stirring up a heat between Jack's slender legs. He wanted something in between them, and was starting to realize that Danny was right - he wouldn't be able to hold out against these feelings forever. Especially not with Danny standing so close, close enough to smell, close enough to almost feel the warmth emanating from that manly form. He shuddered involuntarily at that thought, and hated himself instantly for doing so. Danny leaned in close, and the feeling of Danny's warm breath on his face made Jack blush despite himself. He snapped out of his petrification and tried to push away, but his body was almost limp, and couldn't even budge Danny's weighty body. "No need to fight, Jacky" At this, Danny finally went in for the kiss. Jack pulled back but couldn't do so fast or far enough to avoid Danny's searching lips. The thrill of it shot through Jack's body, and while he managed to just barely avoid kissing back, he was no longer fighting it, either. Despite himself, his eyes fluttered closed and his thoughts began to turn to syrup in his mind. Just as he started nervously letting his tongue begin to caress Danny's, Danny broke it off. That left Jack, mouth open, tongue stuck out, momentarily dazed, his eyes in a lustful unfocused state, before he could snap his mouth shut and realize what he'd done. Before he could reflect any further, though, Danny was pulling his top off, with him not able to prevent Danny from doing so. His bountiful breasts spilled out, and Danny's eyes widened in admiration. "Now that's a rack to be proud of" He remarked, and tentatively placed his mouth on a hardened nipple, as Jack merely watched in horror, bucking slightly and letting out a moan that only excited Danny further. Danny's hand slipped grasped one of Jack's, and led it, to little resistance, down towards where his new, moistened pussy lay. After his finger first entered into himself, again eliciting a little moan, Jack's hand stopped resisting entirely and began to embrace being shoved clumsily into his slit. After a short time, Danny released Jack's hand and brought his own up to play with Jack's other exposed breast, but Jack didn't stop playing with his newly discovered pussy. He wasn't sure, in his lustful haze, if he even wanted to. His fingers were now slick with his own juices, and as Danny released his breasts, he brought them up from his crotch to stare at them in heady disbelief. "Let's get started, shall we? No point waiting any longer, we'd best get this all over with, and get you co-operating with me." Jack looked up, and saw that Danny's pants were off and his cock, stiff and standing to attention, was out. It wasn't overly large, but it wasn't exactly small, either. He just stared at it, feeling equal parts disgust, desire, worry and excitement. Danny didn't wait for Jack to resolve any of these conflicting feelings, however. He laid Jack down on the bench and slid into her, slowly but all in one motion. Jacky gasped at the sensation, as her hymen tore and Danny's length filled her up. Neither sensation was accompanied by the pain that, after inflicting it on so many others, Jacky had naturally been expecting. In its place, pleasure of an unknown sort and unforeseeable magnitude rocked her. Her body breathlessly accepted it, and she rocked her body to match Danny's clumsy rhythm without a word. Danny looked down at Jacky, his prize, in absolute triumph. He was losing his virginity to just about the hottest girl he'd ever laid eyes on, a shining achievement of the female form. Not only that, but he was making up for years of bullying and torment at the hands of this asshole. He'd made that useless muscle-head into this gorgeous beauty, and as a reward, she was all his. "Jacky, you're all mine." Danny's grin split his face ear-to-ear. "You were an asshole, a dick, an absolute bastard. But now you're this. This wonderful, beautiful, perfect girl - and my girlfriend." At this, Jacky broke out of her trance somewhat to stare up at Danny again as her expression changed from one of pleasure to one that betrayed only horror and confusion. "Your - your girlfriend?" Danny nodded in smug satisfaction. "That's right, just as the magic turned you into this goddess, it'll also turn you into my loving girlfriend once we're done here. You're minutes away from falling madly in love with me. So make peace with your old life, because we're going to be starting a whole new one for the both of us soon. A new life, together." This lovey-dovey crap had made Jack sick when it was other people - the thought that now, she was going to be one of those people, and totally adore a man, sexually and romantically? and that the man was going to be this total dork, Danny, was too much. Jacky's voice quivered as she whispered "No?" She paused for a second then tried to struggle a little more, still hopelessly ineffectually. "No! Please, I-I'll do anything! I'll blow you, I'll go out with you, I'll - just don't make me love you! Don't change me!" Danny smiled wistfully. "A bit too late to wish for that, don't you think?" At that he grunted and sped up, approaching his climax. The sudden increase in speed and power kicked the words from Jacky's lips, and she struggled to get any more out as their lovemaking increased in intensity, and her pleasure did the same. She felt it coming - a rising crescendo, a tingling throughout her whole body warning of the approaching storm, and feared for her sanity. Not only did this orgasm promise to be unlike anything she'd ever felt, she also feared that she'd like it - and deep down, she knew she would. She was going to love it, and even worse, love Danny. She knew it, and it terrified her. But even her terror proved hard to keep ahold of as her orgasm grew ever closer. Her body was bucking, and it wasn't entirely involuntarily. Despite her misgivings about changing, about being filled with these feelings for Danny, and her remaining distaste for the idea of being used as Danny's sex puppet, she wasn't regretting the pleasure. She was actively embracing it, and hugged Danny tighter out of desire for more. These conflicting feelings, desire against fear, were clashing across her mind and body, but the former was winning out as her orgasm came ever closer. She knew it was her time, and tried to hold on to her sanity as best she could for those last, fleeting seconds before Danny exploded inside her and her own pleasure centers detonated in turn. The pleasure wasn't so much a wave as an inferno. It burst out from her pussy and engulfed her entire body as Danny tightly gripped her waist, holding her frame against his as her free limbs writhed and contorted. Her consciousness had been obliterated and her mind was filled with only a burning, raging pleasure that consumed all else. She was deaf to her own wordless scream, filling the storage room with her vocalized bliss, and letting Danny know that the ritual was complete. The last of Jack and his resistance was leaving her body with that continued, enticing scream of pleasure. Her body slowed in its twisting, her hips still bucking sporadically, and Danny pulled out of her. He wiped his limp dick against her leg, smearing his seed down it, and began to pull his pants back on. He looked down at her empty, lightly smiling face. Her eyes didn't show any sign that she'd returned yet. After a few moments they appeared to find focus, and Danny walked over to her, her eyes finding him in an instant. There passed a moment of silence, and then a warm, mischievous smile spread across her wet lips. "Danny?" The warmth and affection in the way she said her name caught Danny by surprise and he could only smile back. "Danny, that was? amazing. You're amazing. It's just as you said, I'm? I'm in love with you." She giggled softly, then sat up as best she could, and pulled him down to land a passionate, loving kiss on his lips. Unlike their hesitant, resisting kiss earlier, this one was impassioned and eye- opening for Danny. So this was what a real kiss was like. She pulled back from him again, sated for now, and grinned again. "You win." She said, mischievously. If anything, this was as big a shock as the last thing she'd said. Jack never lost, even when he did. He was a winner, and he made sure that was always the case, rules be damned. Even and especially when it came to sex. "And I'd offer you your prize, but?" Her grin was infectious, now. "I think you already took it." Danny grinned back, and said "I think it's one I could do with sampling again. Not really sure I explored all its possibilities just yet." She giggled, and Danny's brain reeled to keep this person still placed as the Jack in his memories. "Well? 'it' is very glad to hear that. I think a second expedition is in order. And a third. And a three-hundredth." Danny was starting to get hard again, but instead of taking her up on her offer right away, he reached out, caught her hand in his, and led her to her feet. She wobbled as she followed Danny out of the room, hastily throwing her now over-sized clothes back on, and they made their way to the school gates. Danny excused himself of cutting school for special circumstances, and glowed with pride at the incredulous stares the two of them were getting as the lunchtime crowds watched them cross the school grounds. Nick had heard the rumors from the day before, but he didn't believe them. Some unknown disheveled pin-up model running alongside Danny, right out of school grounds at lunchtime? It was true that Danny hadn't showed up for his afternoon lessons, at least. Was that really what Danny had been so happy about? He'd found some breathtakingly stunning girl who loved him despite his social skills ranking somewhere between a rock and a loaf of bread? Nick was happy for him, but he was just as surprised and disbelieving as the rest of them. How in the world had that come about? Danny had been in different classes all day, and he hadn't managed to confront him about it during lunch when he'd mysteriously disappeared, either. They shared their last class, but Danny had been partnered up with someone else by the stuffy old teacher, and Nick was too far away to talk with him. In fact, weirder still, though Danny was partnered with a girl, he seemed to be quite happily chatting way. He was being confident, funny, even charming, it looked like. Other pairs were joining in their conversation, and Danny was squarely at the hub of it all. Nick shook his head in disbelief and turned back to his work, barely started. What in the world was going on? As the class ended, Nick got up and walked over to Danny, but was moments too late. A living paragon of femininity burst into the room and practically dragged him to his feet. "Come on babe, let's get going." Even her voice was melodious, Nick realized, as he started at the brunette beauty. Her clothes fit her perfectly proportioned body snugly, showing off her long legs, rounded rump and ample cleavage, leaving little to the imagination without actually showing much skin above thigh- height. He wasn't alone in staring, either. Even girls in the class had taken note of this goddess amongst them. Danny had just about packed his books back into his bag when she tugged playfully on his arm again. "Finally! Let's go. We've both got a lot of? studying to do, so let's head to yours and swap notes." She stuck her tongue out at him slightly, and no one in the room was under any illusions as to what she was actually talking about. Danny shrugged to Nick as if reluctant, and they dashed out of class, hand in hand. Nick was still rather shell-shocked as he deposited his books into his locker. He'd need to catch up with Danny as soon as possible, but Danny wasn't really making himself readily available. He guessed his friend had been more of a dark horse than he'd ever suspected - or maybe he just hadn't been giving the guy enough credit. He closed his locker, and behind it, where Danny usually stood, was Rachel. She smiled in a way that still made his heart race, and asked if he'd like to grab a bite to eat on the way back from school. Danny's sudden about-face entirely forgotten for the time being, Nick broke out of his moment of dumbfounded-ness to agree, trying not to overflow with enthusiasm. The two of them walked out the gate together, and Rachel reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly for a moment as they clasped fingers. Looks like things were working out for both the best mates, Nick thought to himself with a grin on his face. Jacky meanwhile had wasted no time upon arriving at Danny's deserted house, stripping off on her rapid ascent to Danny's bedroom. Danny, loving every bit of her mischievous minx act, collected her teasingly discarded clothes as he followed behind her. His parents had been more than accommodating when they'd discovered the two of them (in a more than compromising position) the previous day, as they'd always been liberal on the matter despite this attitude not previously benefitting Danny in any way, but even then he knew he shouldn't rub it in their faces. They were overjoyed he'd finally not only found friends outside Nick, but an actual girlfriend. All thoughts of his parents fled his mind in an instant, however, when he opened his door and found a butt naked Jacky lying seductively across his bed, spinning her panties, the last item he'd seen her wearing, on one outstretched finger. "That's quite a lot of clothes you're carrying there. Why don't you come over here and complete the collection?" Her every word dripped sex, and once again Danny shook his head in bafflement that his tormentor, that asshole Jack, had changed quite so much. If anything, the transformation appeared to have massively boosted the muscle-head's IQ to a level where she could intellectually fence with Danny on perhaps more than equal terms. Her quick wit and sassy intelligence excited him almost as much as her unbelievable body. "Aren't you coming? A limited time only?" she said, and that was all Danny could take. He tore out of his own clothes in moments, tripping over his pants and landing on the bed, and she took her opportunity. Holding him down playfully by his wrists, she positioned herself above his rock hard cock and, with a last saucy grin, lowered herself down onto him. Her seductive expression melted in an instant into one betraying the utmost pleasure, as she groaned her way down his shaft. As she reached the hilt, him fitting perfectly inside her, her very insides molded to the shape of his member, she shuddered and then began to move. Their lovemaking began both gentle and luxurious but quickly began to pick up the pace, her moans, groans and squeals rising in volume, frequency and duration as her passion flared up inside her. Pretty soon, she was pistoning her hips into him with a force Danny didn't know she could muster, and he was throwing his entire weight up, rising to meet her. All of a sudden Jacky's eyes snapped open, piercing the ceiling of his room, and Danny knew that both of them were close. As it had been yesterday, they always matched each other's sexual journeys perfectly, as if she were made for him. He pulled her down and rolled on top of her, his chest pressing hard down upon her lavish bosom, and planted an intense, almost primal kiss on her. She gave as good as she got, and the two of them continued to press their faces into each other with a fierceness when their orgasms finally hit. They cried their mutual crescendos into each other's mouths as every part of their bodies clasped each other tightly together, the both of them convulsing and shuddering with release and pleasure. Her climax carried on through his afterglow, but eventually she was spent. He rolled off to her side, and she nestled her head into his chest, his dick still inside her. They stayed like that for some time, as he stared up at his familiar ceiling in wonder and amazement at how two days had turned everything around for him. He'd been thinking primarily of Nick when he'd hatched this plan, perhaps not wanting to over-think his part in the plot, having to actually have sex. Let alone having sex with someone he'd hated. But now, Nick's happiness was more of a bonus to the situation. He'd heard from the girls in class that Rachel was taking the news of Danny's finding a girlfriend as all the encouragement she needed to ask Nick out. Danny knew how much Nick had been hung up on her, so he expected the chances of him turning her down were close to zero. He was happy for Nick, but really, he was happier for himself. He'd found - no, created, exactly the girl he needed. A fun, bubbly, playful minx who brought him out of his shell, opened his eyes, and not only tolerated but kept up with every facet of his nerdiness. Even after they'd had to stop their lovemaking the day before as his parents had discovered them, she stayed over to play videogames with him. He wondered if her skills at that had been a part of her transformation - he couldn't see Jack having played anything but shooters and sports games, after all. For her part, she didn't seem to regret leaving her life as Jack behind at all. She'd been made that way, but Danny liked to think she was better off, too. She wasn't the bottom feeding, ignorant, hateful bastard on a collision course with life after high school, any more. Besides, she'd found love, something that Jack had scoffed at the very idea of, let alone had any real idea what it would feel like. That, and the sex was clearly great. Danny mused to himself that in the end, even had Rachel gone out with Nick despite Danny's presence, he probably wouldn't have been that happy. He would've been awkward when she was there, and alone when she wanted to hang out with just Nick. Nick had been his only real friend, and so when he was set up with Rachel, he doubtless would've spent less time with Danny. But now, that part of Nick finding love didn't bother Danny in the slightest. After all, he'd found another mate.