"Never Been *That* Way Before..."
by DigistarDBZ
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(A/N: Ok, SPOILER WARNING to everyone who watches Season 3, and doesn't want to know what happens next until it acutally happens! I don't give off anything major, but it's enough to merit a spoiler warning, got it? Don't whine to me about me spoiling anything when I warned you thoroughly.)
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The sun-dried canyon was suddenly alive with the loud roar of a motorcycle engine, a large dust trail following the source of the noise- a huge black, red and grey motorcycle cutting a trail against the orange-brown landscape.
Impmon looked ahead of himself with an indifferent expression, as he had come to adopt in his new form. There was so much he needed to know that the Deva... Chatsuramon, was it? That "Chatsuramon" or his master didn't tell him when he made that deal.
The Infermon he confronted earlier posed little challenge, but he still had several nagging reminders that it *was* a rather intense battle on the Infermon's part. For one thing, bits of blood shed by the multi-legged Digimon had splattered against him in many places, some of which he had already wiped off afterwards.
And the reminder that he wasn't the same little purple Digimon anymore.
Indramon was the toughest battle of his life, and would've been deleted if Renamon hadn't saved him.
But he was a Rookie then. Impmon had to remind himself that the battle with that Infermon meant that he wasn't the weak little Rookie that was nearly killed by a Deva anymore.
He had to stop somewhere and think about this. But where?
Something blue glinted in the distance. Squinting his eyes -all three of them-, it looked to him like a lake- a rather large one.
'That should work,' he thought, twisting the right motorcycle handle to get more speed. 'At least there's actual water here.'
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The engines finally silenced as the motorcycle wheels screeched to a halt. Impmon lift himself off of the seat and looked around.
Aside from the various tall, chimney-like hills that stuck up from the water, the lake was smoother and cleaner than anything he had ever seen back in the Real World. There was definately more to the Digiworld than he dared to know.
And the same could be said about himself.
Standing there, all Impmon could think about was that he had changed dramatically. He could care less about emotional changes at that moment. He had always been short, stout, louder and most certainly had never had such power.
"That's what you get with a Deva.." he said to himself quietly. He said it to no one- and it wasn't like anyone was there to listen to him in the first place.
So much was new to him- he didn't even know where to begin trying to unravel the mystery that Chatsuramon and his master had cast on him.
He decided to start on the basics- see what he had become physically.
It didn't help that much- all he saw as he ran his hand down his arm was the oily, black leather folds of a bomber jacket- like the one that this one kid had on that TV show about Digimon- Davis, was it? He never paid attention to it. He occasionally came across various belts that were buckled tightly around his arm, waist and legs- he didn't know their importance, but they were there and that was that.
What else was there was his question. And at a first glance, he was just a being coated with leather and the occasional metal buckle, zipper and such.
'Zipper?' Impmon thought, running his finger from where he saw it begin at his waist belts all the way to where it seemed to end at the bottom of head. It was the most bizzare thing he had ever encountered, as the zipper, while it was indeed there, there wasn't any handle to get it to work.
"There has to be something..." he muttered to himself, cupping his hand underneath his chin, feeling around the spandex that covered his neck and lower face.
"There you are." he smirked, finally finding something covered underneath it. Using his finger to tuck the spandex upward, he managed to get a slight grip on what exactly was holding the zipper teeth together.
Taking a deep breath as if to prepare himself for something, Impmon gave a quick tug.
It went only to his collarbone, but Impmon was still very surprised at what he saw. He never had a collarbone like the humans did- or one that was so tightly stretched against pale, bluish-white skin.
What was even odder to him was that it actually felt rather good touching down his bared neck as lightly as he did. That NEVER happened when he was in his Rookie form.
He wiped a bit of sweat that was starting to bead above his lip off before giving the zipper another tug, and this time pulling it down until he couldn't pull the tiny handle down anymore, getting it caught inside the topmost belt.
Impmon leaned against a wall of rock, watching his slowly quickening breaths heave his chest up and down. Realizing he couldn't pull the zipper down anymore, he let go.
He still couldn't believe it. And he thought that a human collarbone was the biggest oddity he ever had. Now... as he lazily ran only one finger from his neck and down to his waist, all he could do was drop to his knees and be completely bewildered.
For as long as he could remember, Impmon was always stout- every time he looked down from high-rise apartment roofs or billboards, he always saw a bit of his pudgy stomach sticking out, the little crazed smiley face that never looked up at him giving everyone else a crazed look. Only when he looked in store windows did that smiley face glare that same look towards him.
But there was nothing there. No pudgey purple stomach, not even that face. He raked his clawed fingers lightly across his rock-hard abdomen, feeling each dip that the divisions left between six of them. A soft sound escaped from his throat- one that he never uttered unless he was injured.
But... this didn't feel like injury... it actually felt..... good?
It obviously was, as he continued to rake his fingers across his stomach, his tail thrashing with delight behind him. He uttered that sound again. 'Humans gotta have a word for that...' he thought, his ministrations to his upper body leaving him almost too breathless to speak.
If it was a sound of pain, then this was the best pain he ever experienced.
"More..." he murmured. He knew no one was there, but he had to say it. He didn't even know why he wanted more. He could only get so much of that incredible surge of energy by just feeling his chest and stomach so lightly that one could swear he didn't even touch himself at all.
His legs. His tail was coiling itself around his legs tightly, which were now feeling like rubber.
And.. something was happening between them. It hurt- very painfully to touch it, but once he did, he wanted to feel that hurt again and again. And painfully hot.. hotter than anything he ever felt on himself before. Without even thinking, he began to stroke and squeeze the large, tender lump that was swelling in between his legs, as if it was trying to escape the confines of his tight leather pants.
That sound was now being cried out into the desert as if someone was twisting his heart like half-hardened dough.
And it was loud. Very loud.
His pained cry was loud enough that Impmon could hear it echo for several seconds after he actually cried out.
It was now very hard to breathe- every breath he took had to be a short one, as now he was feeling like he was running an incredibly long marathon. And he was sweating like it, too- beads dripped from everywhere he could think of, despite the fact that he wasn't going anywhere, now being sprawled on his back as he fondled the currently-throbbing bulge in his pants.
This was a sensation that he never would've DREAMED of in his Rookie form! A beautiful pain that he wanted to feel again and again and again...
Perhaps...
All of those humans kissing in the park wanted to feel that same sensation, too.. he wondered if all of the kissing he saw could bring forth such feelings like this.
'HEY, STUPID!' His mind cried out angrily. 'Why are you even THINKING about all of this 'smoochie' stuff?! That's just SICK!!'
"Just...shut up..." he breathed angrily to himself, trying to figure out a way to see what exactly was causing that wonderful ache between his legs. "Just...let... let me do this....."
He remembered at how the twin belts on his waist caught the zipper that led to where he was now. He had to see if he could push it down even further. He fumbled with the first, trying to figure out how it worked. 'Why.. why don't I know how to work this thing...?!?!' he growled in his head, frantically trying to get it off of his waist to see what was causing his sensations.
He would've been able to unbuckle the leather belts sooner, but his hands were shaking and sweaty, almost unable to function for nothing except to stroke himself. But victory was had with a smirk as leather and metal were finally untwined, and both halves fell to the ground beside him. The second belt share the same fate, although this time, Impmon finally figured out what to do to unbuckle it.
The two belts lay still attatched to his pants, yet both halves fell to his sides as he now found the zipper, that was only three-quarters of the way unzipped, was now in plain sight once more.
He braced himself one last time as he at last reached the true end of the zipper, and was suddenly met with a bizzare part of his body that he had never even seen before.
He sat up only slightly to get a better look at it, his tail now uncoiling itself from his leg and working his way up his arm. At his first thought, he thought that it was only a small, yet tender lump between his legs that swelled up when he was stroking himself in various places.
But no... this was MUCH different- almost like a small tower had been erected between his legs, made of his own flesh and blood. He could definately tell it was also from blood because when he could touch it, it throbbed profusely.
And it hurt. It hurt so incredibly good.
All he could do was feel this strange erection, brushing and stroking against it- but all the touching did was make it throb harder. His hips began to buck slightly with every stroke he administered to it. He cried out several times without even realizing it every so often, tracing his clawed thumb around the very tip, while his other hand squeezed and fondled the equally painful sacs underneath it.
His head slammed against the rock wall, his breathing loud and labored with every movement his hands made on the erection between his legs. His bomber jacket slipped a little down his shoulder, but it didn't matter. Not now.
He wanted more.
His heart jumped in shock when he felt something snake across his stomach in a very similar way that his fingers did earlier. It writhed and squirmed around him, wrapping itself around until the dirty gray tip brushed against his bared shoulder.
"Tail... nngh....."
The surging increased as his long, reptile-esque tail rubbed against his chest, taking streaks of sweat with it as it trailed around, slipping into his jacket on occasion.
If this didn't stop, he felt like he would explode...
'How?' He thought, despite his clouded thoughts. 'How... how does this end? I feel like something has to be released... but what?'
Impmon soon found out in a haze of gooey white splatters and what felt like a supernova behind his eyes as he bellowed out in the loudest scream he had ever uttered.
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When he came to his senses, Impmon sat up in a daze, feeling like the world was spinning like some sort of sick roller coaster ride.
Something made a 'squish' sound as his stomach pressed down upon itself, and soon found himself fingering a strange-smelling white goo that splattered all over his lower torso. He brought it to his lips and licked it, only to cringe and pucker his lips bitterly.
Obviously, he couldn't eat that.
He only managed to get to his knees as he knelt by the shore, scooping up water in his hands and drenching himself wherever he saw he needed it.
Especially to wash off that bitter, salty goo that got drenched on him.
Yet... he still had more questions than answers, now that he had seen what he had physically become, noticing that the once-throbbing spire between his legs was now just a soft, lumpy sac of what felt like nothing. He zipped his pants back up, then realizing that it was more like a leather jumpsuit, he finished zipping it all the way back up to his neck, re-tucking the handle underneath the spandex.
It hurt to think of all of the questions he had. Especially if no one was there to answer him.
"After all....." Impmon mused to himself, looking out on the ocean.
".....Who would want to ask me, if I am Beelzemon?"