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Mitch & Sapphyre Series

Chapter 1 – First Contacts / Part I

By: Kalyx

The pre-dawn glow of the morning, shone through the bedroom window, rousing Mitch from his night of slumber. An early riser, he slowly rubbed the sleep from his dark brown eyes, clearing his mind of the remnants of unconsciousness. Turning his head away from the light, he fought to focus his eyes upon the creature next to him. There she lay before him: his friend, his partner and his lover. Facing him, but still asleep, he gazed upon her. A Renamon, dark blue in color, lie next to him, breathing rhythmically. Her muscular body gently cushioned within the soft confines of their king-sized, four-post bed. Mitch stirred himself from his stupor and focused his mind on the tasks of the day. Indeed, today was a special day in both their lives. It had be one year, to the day, since they had met, Digimon and tamer. Today was an anniversary of firsts, for the both of them. The thought about what had transpired their first day, a year ago, was making Mitch’s head swim.

“Well”, Mitch thought to himself, “I’d better get up and get going.”

Mitch gently motioned himself to the edge of the bed, being careful not to stir the mattress. He lowered his left foot to the floor, carefully removing the weight of himself from the bed. Stepping slowly, towards the open bedroom closet, he quietly grabbed a pair of socks, underwear, jeans and a T-shirt and tiptoed toward the hallway, on his way to the shower.

“Where in the hell do you think you’re going?, a half-awake, feminine voice cried out, from behind; stopping him in his tracks.

“Don’t do that!!”, Mitch shouted back, in a startled response. “I’ve got a lot to do today and want to get an early start.”

“You’re not going anywhere, today! Not without me! And, certainly, not before you take care of me first!”

Mitch turned to face the bed, clothes still in hand, and there, sitting upright, staring at him intently, with her hypnotic emerald eyes, was Sapphyre – Mitch’s Renamon mate.

“So, what kind of care would you like?”, he replied, setting his pile of clothing down atop the oaken chest, which sat at the foot of the bed.

“Well, let me give you a hint.” she slyly answered, giving Mitch a seductive wink. Grasping the satin sheet and plush comforter with her white claws, which covered her blue, furry form, she flung them forward, toward the end of the bed. This exposed her dark, feminine figure against the stark expanse of the ivory-colored linen. She scooted her body into the center of the mattress; her plush, white-tipped tail, trailing behind her. Still in a sitting position, she slowly drew her knees up to her chest. While looking directly into Mitch’s eyes, the Renamon ran its saliva-covered tongue, across the front of its vulpine teeth, drew in a deep breath and held it. With a devilish smile, Sapphyre sighed enticingly and lay back upon the bed, stretching her gloveless arms towards opposite bed posts. Her knees, still together, slowly parted, exposing her hot, pink vulva into full view.

Mitch’s mouth went dry, he was transfixed at the vision before him. His breathing grew short and quick and he could feel his growing erection straining against the black, cotton boxers, around his waist. “Boy, you sure are horny, this morning, aren’t ya?”, Mitch said, as he approached the side of the bed.

“You know it!”, Sapphyre exclaimed, “So get those boxers off, so I can get busy!”

Mitch one-handed his underwear off his body, exposing his erect cock into Sapphrye’s view.

“Mmmmm, I know what to do with this.”, she whispered, and with that, she hastily assumed a kneeling position, on the bed, carefully grasped his enlarger member, with her left claw, and began licking his dick, the entire length, one stroke after another.

Mitch began to lose control of his legs, from the sensation his mate was providing. He reached out both hands to steady himself, against the mattress, as Sapphyre slathered his rod, with every tongue stroke. Her warm saliva which trickled down, coated his balls and began dripping upon the sheet, she was kneeling upon. With the taste of her tamer’s hot organ, now filling her mouth, her pace quickened. She now began sucking Mitch, deep-throating him, as her right claw found its way, between her legs to stroke her swollen clit. As she rubbed and pawed at herself, her pussy, moist with her nectar, coated her surrounding fur with every stroke of her fingers. Her breathing quickened to panting, causing her mouth to release its grip of Mitch’s cock. She moaned and whined with sexual pleasure as her masturbation intensified.

“Okay, okay! That’s enough! I think you need some help!”, and with that, Mitch leapt upon the bed. Facing Sapphyre’s rear, he grabbed her fur-covered ass, with both hands and buried his face into her honey-soaked pussy. As he spread her labia apart, with his thumbs, Mitch darted his tongue in and around the silky slickness of her cunt. Hungrily. he lapped up the flood of moisture which flowed from her quivering lips.

“Yes! Yes!! Yes!!!”, Sapphyre screamed. “My clit! Lick and suck my clit!” Her head, now buried into the large, soft, down pillows, muffled her screams of passions as her sharp claws dug into the mattress.

Mitch complied with his lover’s request. He flicked his tongue, to and fro, around and around, her fleshy pink button. The overwhelming sensation, Mitch’s mouth was providing, rocked Sapphyre to the core. Her tail thrashed wildly about, her hips bucked, side to side. Mich could barely hold her rear in place, as her continued his oral attack. “Yes! Yes!! Faster! Faster!!”, the Digimon growled and grunted, as her orgasm neared.

The tamer was having a difficult time maintaining control, as well. Between, her howls and yelps of pleasure, her athletic, furry physique and the sight, smell and taste of her inviting sex – his willpower was waning. Now pushing eight inches, Mitch’s hard-on was bursting at its seams. It hung, in anticipation; his scrotum tightening around his balls, pre-cum oozing from the golf ball-sized head.

“Mmmrrhh! Aaaaahh!! Oh, Digi-Gods!!!”, Sapphyre was cumming. She howled with delight as the first wave rolled across her taut body. This was Mitch’s cue. He quickly repositioned himself behind her, guided his swollen member up to her dripping opening and plunged himself deep into her. Sapphyre squealed with delight as his abrupt entry triggered more orgasms. As Mitch pumped away, his hands firmly planted upon his mate’s hips; her vice-like, vaginal grip on his organ, intensified sensations for the both of them.

Trying to gain more leverage, Sapphyre braced her upper body against the wooden headboard. The muffled clapping of Mitch’s bare body slapping against her furry ass, increased in tempo. His hands traced up along her ribcage and gently caressed both her breasts from beneath the soft tuft of fur, which covered them. His fingers, now gently tugging and tweaking her hardened nipples, caused an increased rush of sexual intoxicant, throughout her shuddering body. Sapphyre arched her rear, in response; meeting each and every one of Mitch’s thrusts with carnal desire and want.

Mitch knew he couldn’t hold back, much longer, as their love-making session reached a fevered pitch. Sapphyre’s blissful cries and undulating body was pushing him beyond the point of no return. As his orgasm broke loose, Mitch’s body tightened as he shot his hot load of semen into her silken tunnel.

“Oh, yeah! Give it to me! Fuck me harder!!”, Sapphyre hoarsely cried out. Her lover responded to her request. He pumped away, satisfying his libido; sweat pouring off his muscular body and onto her indigo fur. Their bodies, now bordering on exhaustion, melded as one. As his orgasmic spasms subsiding, Mitch withdrew his shrinking staff from her spent snatch. Once apart, they collapsed upon the bed, a mass of fur, skin and sweat. Mitch kissed her hard, locking his mouth with hers, hugging her body tightly against his own. As they embraced, the mix of her honey and his seed leaked slowly from her closing slit, coating her surrounding fur with a slick, glossy sheen.

“Well, Sapphyre, that was some session, huh?”, Mitch coyly asked.

She replied, “Gods! I love your cock and tongue! You’re a fucking animal!”

Mitch smiled, pulled her close to him and whispered, “Saph, you’re the animal that I love. My animal - that I love to fuck!”

Sapphyre hugged him tightly and affectionately licked his ear.

Glancing at the clock, on the dresser, Mitch squinted for the time. 6:57, he made out from the large green glowing display. “As usual, I’m behind schedule. What else is new?”, he said to himself, as they both dismounted from the bed.

“Remember, I’m coming with you today.”, the Renamon reminded him. She gathered up the tattered and spent bedding, balled it together and dropped it near the clothes chute, in the hallway.

“I know. I just wanted to get an early start. You know how I am.”, Mitch retorted. He picked up his clothing off the chest and walked toward the small bathroom.

Whenever the both of them needed to use a separate shower, sink, toilet – Mitch always let Sapphyre use the larger, main bathroom. It was equipped with a larger mirror, a longer counter and a tub with a hand-held massage showerhead. It was less confining than the shower stall in the other bathroom. Mitch, however, didn’t mind.

Closing the door behind him, Mitch laid his clothes down on the edge of the sink. He stepped into the shower stall, shut the glass door and turned the water on. Stepping into the warm stream, he edged the “H” knob a little hotter. As he hung his head beneath the shower’s spray and closed his eyes, his thoughts drifted away to what transpired a year ago.

It was the second weekend in May - Saturday, to be exact. Mitch had finally found enough time, this year, to attend the comic book convention. A hobby of his, for almost twenty years now, he had fallen behind on collecting his favorite comics and artwork. Recently, a lot of personal strife had occurred in his life and, finally, Mitch was able to set aside one weekend for himself. He actually spent the past few evenings reorganizing his vast collection of comics. Seeing which titles he wanted, he needed and hoped he could find at the convention.

Mitch wanted to get and early start, not only to buy comics, but he wanted to make a day of it and spend some quality time, alone, by himself – away from work, away from family relations, away from any troubles in his life. He loaded up his black 2006 Dodge Charger with a duffel bag, a loaded cooler and, of course, his list of comics. Backing out of the garage, his car’s clock read 8:35 a.m. – there was plenty of time to get to the venue. His destination was the Boulder Bank Arena located in nearby Novus. As his left his subdivision heading toward the freeway he cranked up the rock, on his favorite radio station, and lost himself in the music.

Approaching the Novus exit, Mitch could already see the back-up on the overpass. This was nothing new. The MotorVille Comic Show always drew a large crowd, especially since it fell on the same weekend, every year. Exiting the freeway, he followed the procession of cars, past the intersection, toward the arena. He was just glad that he had gotten an early start.

As the arena’s marquee came into view, off the right side of the road, his clock now read 9:30 a.m. The arena was now open, but Mitch wasn’t worried. This was the earliest he had ever arrived for this Con. But as the building came into view, something was strange and different. The vast parking lot, which held close to five thousand cars, was already over half full. As he approached the driveway, leading into the parking lot, he glanced up at the front of the building. There, draped across the entire length of the facade, was a colorful banner which read. NOVUS WELCOMES DIGIMON! HAPPY 6^TH ANNIVERSARY IN THE REAL WORLD! Mitch was dumbfounded. He had heard about Digimon, years ago, but knew almost nothing about them. He had seen the games, toys and videos for kids, but that was about it. Anyway, that didn’t really concern him. Today was all planned out and that’s all that mattered.

Mitch drove up the entrance driveway, of the venue, paid his $5 for parking, and drove to the far southwest corner of the lot, to find himself a parking space. He didn’t mind the quarter-mile walk through the lot. It was a nice spring morning and he enjoyed the exercise. Anyway, he just wanted to get inside and began his search. As he entered through the front doors, Mitch was overwhelmed by the screams and banter of children, throughout the halls. Walking up the corridor, toward the ticket counters, he noticed the majority of patrons were children; some with adults, others without; many in some sort of costume. “What had happened to the ComicCon?”, he wondered to himself, “Is this just the lastest fad, or what?” Mitch paid his $20 entrance fee, wrapped his neon-orange wristband on his left wrist, and headed into the convention hall.

Stepping through the turnstile and rounding the corner, Mitch was stunned, by the sight before him. The majority of the arena’s floor space was totally devoted to Digimon. Tables, displays, posters, T-shirts, cards, games, videos – any merchandise having to do with Digimon was splayed out, in every direction, as far as the eye could see. Now, Mitch had attended sci-fi, anime and other conventions, where fans went all out with costuming, weapons, props and such, but these fans took it to the max. Almost everyone was wearing some sort of Digimon-themed clothing, the majority of who were children; mostly preteens to early teens with the some older kids mixed in, as well. As Mitch scanned his vision across the far end of the arena, there, taped up on a cinder block wall, hung a hand-written sign: COMICS – THIS WAY >. Mitch shook his head in dismay.

Walking through the mass of humanity, he waded through the sea of children and Digimon fans, towards his destination against the far wall. Upon brushing by and making physical contact with some of the costumed characters, which accompanied the kids. Something didn’t feel right. Mitch made several double-takes and came to a realization – these were actual creatures, live Digimon!! He had heard rumors, a few years ago, about Digimon and the Digital phenomena, but thought it was all a marketing ploy. Anyway, at the time, when he had heard about this, he didn’t have the desire to believe in such nonsense. Mitch’s life was in chaos and nothing else concerned him. As with today, his mind was sent, his destination chosen, the comic book tables awaited.

As he approached the end of all the Digimon merchandising and displays, the crowds thinned out, making it easier for him to navigate to the comic tables. Lucky for Mitch, most his favorite dealers were in attendance. Never being one for the superhero or major press comics, Mitch headed for the independent press tables. Those were his favorites, especially the anthropomorphic or furry comics. Whether they were comics, graphic novels, artwork or adult material – they had been his favorite characters, since even before he was into comics. Content with the prospects that lay before him, Mitch whipped out his comic list, from his wallet, and set out on his mission.

Mitch looked at his watch, it was now 12:07 p.m. Having swept all of the dealer’s tables, at least twice, and having purchased most of what was on his wanted list, he was satisfied – also, a little tired and thirsty. Mitch gathered together all the plastic shopping bags of comics, in one hand, and headed off toward the concession area. This meant, of course, that he had to pass by the Digimon area, again. Cutting in and around the tables, he tried to avoid as many people as possible. But now, it was after noon and the Con was in full swing. All the aisleways were choked off with the influx of people and Digimon alike, which meant he had to take the long way around. Mitch felt trapped and thought to himself, “Screw this! I just want to get the hell out of here!” He stormed off to the nearest exit, comics in tow, silently cursing the stifling humanity around him.

Breaking free, through the main exit and into fresh air and sunlight, Mitch breathed in deeply. He peered over the parking lot and noticed that there was still a steady flow of fans trying to make their way in. Just as on the inside of the arena, the fans were mostly children with some adults and other costumed characters. Whether they were people or Digimon, Mitch didn’t want to know and turned away. Nearing his car, he looked directly across Big Creek Rd., which ran parallel to the lot, and spied a V.C. Tanner’s gym. Now, a few years ago, Mitch purchased a lifetime membership there, in order to get into shape. Over time, though, he gradually bought his own personal equipment: treadmill, stationary bike, free weights, punching bag, etc. and preferred working out home in privacy. But, since the opportunity presented itself and he was in the mood to blow off some steam, Mitch jumped at the chance.

Unlocking his car, with his key fob, Mitch threw his comics in the back seat. Popping open the trunk, he pulled out his duffel bag, which had a change of workout clothes inside. Opening his cooler, he pulled out a liter of ice cold, bottled water and took a long, slow drink. Recapping the bottle, closing his trunk and locking his car, Mitch slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and trekked across the street, to the gym.

As he approached the large glass façade of the workout facility, Mitch, again was confronted by a large banner, attached to the inside of the window. And, again he dismayed and sickened by its message. DIGIMON NOW WELCOME! “What is with all this Digimon shit!” He whispered under his breath. It was too late to turn around now, as he neared the gym’s entrance. He bit his lip, closed his eyes and stepped through the automatic doors.

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Mitch & Sapphyre Series

Chapter 1 – First Contacts / Part II

By: Kalyx

Upon entering the gym, his eyes had to readjust to the dim lighting. When Mitch’s eyes refocused, he managed to make out the MEN”S LOCKER ROOM sign, on the left wall, and made a beeline to the locker room. Choosing an empty locker, he quickly changed into his workout clothes, jogged passed the showers and out into the main gym. Even though he had only been to this particular gym, a few times over the years, Mitch immediately noticed that the main gym area had been greatly expanded. The amount of workout equipment had more than doubled and some equipment looked too large for a normal human being. He puzzled for a moment, lost in thought, until he spotted “them”. Among the men and women, working out on the various machines, were Digimon – large, small, furry, scaly, feathered, some even human-like. All of them, working out, among the other people, like it was nothing. Of course, some of them even had children with them. Many were hard to ignore, because of their bright colorations. And except for the humanoid-type, they wore little or no clothing. Mitch thought to himself, “Well, who am I to question what’s the norm now – to each his own.” He headed off to the free weights to begin his routine.

For several years now, Mitch had followed a personal workout regimen, which he religiously followed. Turning thirty years old, a couple months ago, was additional motivation, for him. He felt that he was getting old and that time was passing him by. In reality, Mitch was in the best physical shape of his life. He stood 6’ 1” and weighed just over 200 lbs. He had thick, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes and dark complexion with a muscular build. He had the appearance, actions and mindset of someone much younger than his age, but he, himself, could not see this. He tried to workout at least three times a week and run twice a week. If he fell behind or missed a session, he got down on himself, for not being strong or devoted enough.

As Mitch moved between workout equipment, he, again, avoided any eye contact with anyone, especially the Digimon. “How could these creatures be treated as equals? Were they intelligent? What was all fuss about?”, these and other questions about them, permeated his thoughts as he continued to exercise.

Dismounting a stair-climbing machine, Mitch glanced at his watch – 1:46pm. He had had enough of working out, but still wanted to run. Grabbing a clean towel, he walked over toward the treadmills. As with the other equipment, smaller and industrial-sized units had been installed to accommodate the Digimon. In fact, he noticed that several of the monsters were using this equipment, as he searched for his own treadmill - away from everyone else. Concentration was important for Mitch; that’s why he preferred to workout at home – no distractions.

Stepping upon the machine, Mitch set down his towel, set the radio to his favorite rock station – each treadmill was equipped with one - and pressed the START button. As the machine geared up, he set the timer for one hour at 7 mph. Usually, at home, Mitch sort of zoned-out as he ran – thinking about what he’d done that day or what he’d like to be doing; anything to keep his mind busy. For at home, in his basement, he didn’t have a television, just an old radio/CD player. But here, at the gym, plasma screens were scattered throughout the facility – usually tuned to sporting events. This kept him occupied for awhile, but as his treadmill timer clicked past 30 minutes, Mitch’s eyes began to wander.

Looking across the sea of equipment, Mitch first locked eyes on some of the women who were working out. They were a pleasure to look at, eye candy more or less, but he soon lost interest as his thoughts turned to his recent divorce. Inevitably, he focused upon the Digimon. For the first time, he watched the interaction between people and the monsters. They didn’t appear to act like pets, as he first thought. It seemed that they were actually having conversations with the other people in the gym, whether they were with children or adults. As the timer now clicked past 50 minutes, Mitch turned the radio off and focused on running again. His attention was now drawn to the Digimon who were working out. Some were running upon specially designed treadmills capable of 50 mph or more. Others were using enhanced machines with five to ten times the capability of normal equipment. His mindset quickly changed. “What was the world coming to?”, he thought, “How could we let creatures this powerful among the public?” This spurred Mitch on and he cranked the speed up to 10 mph, for the last five minutes.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The treadmill signaled as it turned off. Mitch, his heartbeat now racing and body dripping with sweat, grabbed his towel, dried off the machine and wiped off his face and head. Stepping off the machine, he sat down on the bench, which was directly behind him. Catching his breath, he bent down, began unlacing his shoes and thinking about what to do next. As his mind momentarily drifted off, Mitch heard footsteps approaching, from off to his left. He quickly refocused, removed both his shoes, grabbed his towel and got to his feet. As he turned toward the direction of the men’s locker room, there stood a Digimon, blocking his path. It stood about 5’ 8”, was covered in dark blue fur and looked like a tall fox, standing on its large, muscular hind legs. Its arms were covered in by full-length, fingerless gloves or gauntlets, yellow in color. A thick tuft of soft, white fur covered its chest. Its piercing, deep green eyes, amid the surrounding black sclera, peered at Mitch. A long, bushy, white-tipped tail swung from behind its body, swishing to and fro. Trying to avoid eye contact, Mitch lowered his head, stepped to one side and whispered, “Excuse me.”

The creature stood its ground and refused to budge. Mitch, now looking for a way around the Digimon, restated, “Excuse me!”, with a little more emphasis and started to step over the bench, to his left.

As his left foot left the ground, the creature reached out, with its white, three-fingered claw and grabbed Mitch’s right arm, stopping him in his tracks. Recoiling in reflex, he shouted, “What the hell do you want?”, as he glared in its direction.

The Digimon held out its left claw and revealed a small PDA-like device, into view.

Mitch looked at it a moment and replied, “Sorry, it’s not mine.”, and started to step away.

The creature grabbing his arm, once again, held its grip, this time. It looked straight into Mitch’s eyes and in a feminine voice declared, “This is for you! I want you to be my tamer!”

Mitch pulled away from her grasp, “You’re a female?!”, he shockingly questioned.

“Brilliant observation.”, she retorted. “Any more questions?”

“I - I - I thought you creatures only hung out with children! Look at me! I’m not a child!”, he nervously replied.

“First of all, stop calling me creature, I’m a Digimon, a Renamon to be exact. Secondly…yes, I know you’re not a child. I don’t want a child to be my tamer. I want you!”, she exclaimed.

“Tamer! What the hell’s a tamer!”, Mitch yelled.

By now, a small crowd of spectators had gathered, humans and Digimon alike, to watch and listen to their verbal exchange.

The Renamon growled, under her breath, “Why don’t you keep your voice down. Just relax, and take me with you and I’ll explain everything.”

“Take you with me? Where?”, he responded.

“Why, your home, of course.”, she answered, winking at him simultaneously.

Mitch felt trapped. He had to escape this circus. “Okay, okay!, he surrendered, “Come with me.” Grasping her by the claw, he hurriedly led her away from the crowd, out of gym area and to the rear entrance of the men’s locker room.

“All right, listen.”, Mitch explained, “As you can see I’m all grimy and sweaty from working out and I’d like to clean up, if that’s all right with you? What about you? Do you want to clean up, too?”

“If we can wash together.”, she flirted suggestively.

“Are you insane?!”, Mitch blared, “You’re a Digi...a female, you’ve got you own locker room to use. If you don’t want to wash, wait here and I’ll be out in about ten minutes. Okay?”

“I’ll be waiting for you.”, she promised. Crossing her arms, she leaned back against the wall, just outside the locker room exit.

Mitch ducked into the locker room, his mind was racing. “I’ve got no time for this shit”, he reasoned. “I’ve finally got my life back on track, again and I don’t need something, like this, to derail it.” He was planning to ditch her.

Racing past the showers to the lockers, Mitch found his locker, grabbed his street clothes, stuffed them in his duffel bag, and dashed to the front exit. Pausing, for a moment, he cautiously waited. Peering around the corner, he looked for any evidence of the blue nemesis; he even checked for her in the reflections of the wall mirrors and the large front window. Nothing, no sign of her. “Well, it’s now or never.”, Mitch thought and made break for the front door.

“Going somewhere?”, a familiar voice inquired.

Pivoting around, Mitch fixed his gaze upon the blue Renamon, now leaning against wall at the locker room entrance.

“How, how…Where did you come from?”, Mitch quizzed.

“That’s not important.”, she directed, “What is, is that you’re taking me with you and I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

Mitch looked defeated. Turning his head back toward the front door, duffel bag in hand, he ordered, “C’mon! Let’s go! I’m not holding your hand… er claw, either!”

“Fine by me!”, the Digimon shouted backl

Mitch body-slammed the front door open and marched outside. Heading for his car he glanced at his watch. It was now 3:45pm.

Cutting across the gym’s front lawn, Mitch hastily crossed the street, back to the arena’s parking lot. Never once, did he look back to acknowledge her presence, until he approached the car. Unlocking the car, he tossed his duffel bag in the trunk, slammed it shut and opened both passenger doors. “Front or back!”, he barked at the Renamon.

“The back’s fine!”, she growled and climbed in.

“Buckle your seatbelt and watch the claws. These are leather seats and I don’t want them punctured.”, he snidely stated before shutting the doors. Walking around the front of the car to the driver’s side, he jumped in, started the car and stared blankly through the windshield, in frustration. Mitch sat for a moment, regained his composure, shifted his Charger into drive, and idled off to the exit.

As they turned onto Big Creek Rd., The Digimon asked, “So what’s your name?”

“Can you read English?”, he questioned sarcastically.

“Of course!”, she snapped.

Reaching into the center console, he pulled out his wallet and tossed it in the back seat.

“Thanks, so much.”, she groaned as she pawed through his billfold, finding his driver’s license. “Mit-chell Gry-phon.”

“The last name’s pronounced Griffin and my first name’s Mitch!”, he countered. “Don’t ever call me Mitchell!”

“Oooooo! Sensitive, aren’t we?”, she quipped. “As for my name, that’s up to you to decide.”

Mitch was lost. “What are you talking about? I thought your name was Ren…,Rena…”

“It’s pronounced Renamon and that’s what I am.”, she answered. “My family, my breed, my species – whatever you want to call it. As my tamer, it’s up to you to give me a name.”

“Whatever! I guess I’ll think of something to call you.”, he said.

“Well, it better be something to my liking. I don’t want you calling me creature or some such nonsense.”, she demanded.

“Another typical female.”, he thought to himself. “All they do is nag, no matter what the species.” As he stopped at the intersection, at the approach to the freeway, he spied a strip mall, off to his left. Looking for some inspiration for her name, he scanned the stores: a party store, a laundromat, a sub shop, a jewelry store… He thought for a moment…the traffic light turned green…he stomped on the accelerator, racing down the entrance ramp.

“Sapphire!”, he blurted out. “What about Sapphire? It’s blue, like your fur… and to make it unique, how ‘bout we spell it with a Y, instead of an I.”

“Sapphyre.”, she pondered for a moment. “I like it. Thank you, Mitch.”

“I’m so happy you approve.”, Mitch dryly replied. “Now, can we have a little quiet, until we get home.

“Of course, my tamer.”, she cooed seductively. Loosening her seatbelt and leaning forward, Sapphyre lovingly licked Mitch’s right ear.”

“Hey! Knock it off, will ya?”, he retorted, “I’m trying to drive here!” Though he put on his tough act, Mitch felt his libido stir, which sent a rush of apprehension surge through his body.

This did not go unnoticed by the Digimon. She sat contented, in the back seat, knowing that she finally made some sort of emotional connection. As Mitch rocketed his vehicle home, neither one spoke. The mounting tension would have to wait for a release.

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Mitch & Sapphyre Series

Chapter 1 – First Contacts / Part III

By: Kalyx

Mitch exited the freeway and rode the service drive, about a half a mile, to the entrance of his subdivision. The drive from Novus had been unusually quiet. His car stereo, which was always cranked up with rock music, was silent the entire trip. Entering the sub, it was now 4:27p.m., Mitch could feel his stomach tighten and hands begin to sweat. He thought, “What am I going to say to her, once I get home? How can I afford another mouth to feed? How is this going to affect my jobs? What are the neighbors going to think? Why is all this happening to me?” A flood of questions and doubts clouded his mind. Turning down his street, upon final approach to his home, he wished he was dead.

Mitch pulled up his driveway, turned off the car and opened the garage door. Exiting the car, he grabbed his duffel bag, from the trunk and opened the right rear door. “We’re here. Are you coming?”, he sighed.

“Not yet…but I’ll get out of the car.”, Sapphyre teased, without skipping a beat. As she scooted by Mitch, her long, thick tail brushed hard against his thighs.

Shutting the car door, Mitch ordered, “Hey! Watch the tail, will ya?”

Looking over her shoulder, she gave him a wink and replied, “I can’t from my angle, but I bet you can.” And with that she wiggled her feminine, vulpine ass and waved her tail.

Mitch was stunned. For the first time, since meeting her, he actually envisioned Sapphyre as a sexy, female being. The way she moved, the tone of her voice, her flirtations – he wondered, “Were the other Digimon as human as her?” He led her through the garage, to the entrance of his home and held open the door. “Here we are. C’mon in.”, indifferent in his tone, “Make yourself at home.”

“Wow! What a great place!”, she exclaimed as she passed him by.

Closing the garage and back doors, Mitch tossed his duffel bag downstairs and followed her into the living room. “Have a seat, Sapphyre. Do you want something to drink?”, he offered.

“Just some water, thanks.”, she replied, as she sat down on the couch and crossed her legs.

Walking into the kitchen, his mind raced, again. “I have to get another bed ready, I have to make dinner, what does she like to eat?, should I ask her?” Pouring two glasses of water, he returned to the living room and handed Sapphyre one and sat down on the chair, across from her.

“Thanks. I’m really thirsty. I had quite a workout at the gym. And I know you did, too.”, she said suggestively, taking a long swig from the glass.

“W-w-what are you talking about?”, Mitch asked, confused by her statement.

“Oh… I had been watching you, ever since you entered the ComicCon. I was there, among the crowd. Then…when you left…I followed you to the gym.”, she slyly admitted.

“Whoa! Whoa! Hang on a second! You mean you were stalking me?”, he blurted out, leaning forward from his chair.

“I wouldn’t call it stalking, more like surveillance. How could I be sure that you were the tamer material, if I didn’t check you out first.”, the Renamon revealed.

Mitch stood up abruptly and declared, “Okay, I don’t want to know any more! All I know is that I have to deal with this new situation in my life, whether I like it or not! You can tell me all about this Digimon stuff, tomorrow! All I want to do now is wash up, make dinner, and get your room ready. Is that all right with you?”

“Sure, fine by me.”, she quickly answered.

Mitch explained, “Now, if you’d like to wash up, the larger bathroom, around the corner, has a tub and shower with a hand-held showerhead. There’s soap, shampoo, towels and a hair-dryer, too. I’m going to use the smaller bathroom behind you. If there’s anything else you need…”

“Don’t worry about me!”, Sapphyre snapped. “I’ll survive. I’m not a pup, you know. I know all about The Real World.” Standing up, she clanged her glass on the kitchen counter and disappeared around the corner.

Hearing the bathroom door click shut, Mitch sighed. He felt that the control of his life was slipping away, once again. “Why did she have to choose me?”, he pondered. “She had all those kids at the ComicCon to pick from.”

He set both glasses in the sink and walked down the hallway. Stripping off his workout clothes, he pushed them down the chute, walked through his bedroom to the adjacent small bathroom. This bathroom only had a shower stall, a toilet and a pedestal sink with mirror. It was small, but would suffice. As he entered the stall, Mitch heard the water start in the other bathroom. “Thank goodness she knows how to use a shower.”, he whispered to himself. Turning on the water, he adjusted the showerhead to a fine spray, grabbed the soap and began to lather up.

After a while, as he was shampooing his hair, he heard a THUMP! THUMP! BUMP! coming from the other bathroom. “Maybe she dropped the soap…maybe she slipped or… maybe she’s just clumsy.”, he smirked at the thought. He continued washing and heard several more bumping sounds, which was difficult to ignore. “What the hell’s going on?”, he mouthed, under his breath. Picking up his pace, he quickly washed, rinsed off and turned off the shower. Now he could hear more pounding going on. “Goddamn it! What the fuck is she doing!”, her cursed. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he ran around to the door of the large bathroom. Listening close, he heard the shower running and what he thought was crying. Mitch knocked and asked, “Sapphyre, are you all right?”

No answer, just sobbing.

Mitch knocked again, harder this time and shouted. “Sapphyre! Can you hear me?! Are you okay?!

No answer, just sobbing again.

“Alright! I’m coming in!”, he announced, and with that Mitch charged through the door and pulled open the shower curtain. Shocked, surprised, and spellbound, he stared in disbelief, at the vision before him.

The Renamon was leaning toward the opposite shower wall, back arched, bracing herself with her left arm. The warm, streaming spray of the water beat upon her back and cascaded into the tub. Her wet fur clung to her muscular, female frame, revealing her breasts, which hung firm and taut, nipples erect, from beneath her undulating body. Her right claw, which reached between her thighs, was vigorously rubbing and probing her parted genital lips. Sapphyre was masturbating! The sobs, Mitch had heard, were actually her cries and moans of passion.

Sapphyre, who was fully aware of Mitch’s presence, looked non-chalantly over her right shoulder, opened her eyes and panted, “Well……what are you…….waiting for?

Either fuck me……or get the fuck out!”

Turned on by her autoerotic session and challenged by her taunt, a rush of sexual excitement flooded throughout Mitch’s body. He had not had sex with a woman, in over a year and this hot and horny digital monster, before him, was more than he could withstand. His cock sprang to life, straining against the towel around him.

“C’mon! C’mon! What’s wrong with y…”, the Digimon stopped short.

Mitch dropped his towel, his hard-on popping into view.

Sapphyre turned around, in the shower, and faced Mitch. Eying his naked muscular body and erect penis, she gulped down the drool welling up within her mouth. She lustfully begged, “I’m ready, tamer! Take me, now!”

Stepping into the tub, Mitch closed the shower curtain, behind him. Looking down into her wanting eyes, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. Their bodies dripping wet, his erection pressed firm against her stomach, he stroked her head and whispered in her ear, “You may have been fucking with me all day…and you may have now have fucked up my life, but now… I’m going to fuck you, crazy!” Abruptly, Mitch grasped her right claw, with his left hand, slowly pulled it up to his mouth and sucked her finger, savoring the taste of her lingering sex. With his right hand, he traced a path down her stomach to her open pussy and plunged in his first two fingers, to the hilt.

Sapphyre gasped, “Ohhhhh!” as her body shuddered and buckled under the overwhelming sensations, which overcame her. As with Mitch, her sex life had been deprived for far too long and she surrendered herself to him, completely.

Repositioning his left arm around Sapphyre, Mitch cradled her back, for support, and gradually increased the tempo of his finger-fucking. He could feel her hot slick vaginal walls grip his digits as his hand pistoned in and out…in and out…in and out. With every thrust, he focused his attention on her G-spot, driving the Renamon wild, with animal lust.

“Unnhh! Unnhh! Unnhh! Ooooooo!, she cried, howling out her climatic release. Sapphyre hugged Mitch tightly, her muzzle nestled against his neck as they stood beneath the shower’s warm mist. Licking his ear, she tenderly pleaded, “Mitch, I want you, please fuck me, now.”

Mitch peered deep into her eyes, “We’re going to do this right. Let’s go to the bedroom and I’ll screw you senseless.” He turned off the shower, drew back the curtain and stepped out of the tub. Motioning to Sapphyre, he beckoned, “Come here, girl.” And with that, she squealed with delight and leapt out of tub, into Mitch’s waiting arms. Both dripping wet, he carried her gingerly, down the hallway into the bedroom, leaving wet footprints in his path. Side-stepping up to the edge of the bed, he gently laid her down upon her back.

Looking over at Mitch, she implored, “Oh please, I want your cock, so bad! Please fuck me!”

“You need to have a little patience.”, Mitch said. “If you want me to be your tamer, then… let me tame you.”. Crawling upon the bed, Mitch straddled her body with his knees, grasped both claws and carefully restrained them, over her head. He locked his mouth with hers and passionately kissed her, as his rock-hard dick rubbed against her writhing crotch.

After a brief session of French-kissing, Mitch broke free of their lip-lock, lowered his head to her right breast and gently sucked on her erect nipple. Sapphyre moaned with pleasure and struggled to wriggle free of his grasp, but Mitch held her fast, keeping her in check. He traced a circular path, with his tongue, around her areola, as he increased his suction upon her. With a final teasing brush of his teeth, Mitch released his mouth and switched over to her left breast.

The over-whelming sensations, wracking her body, were driving the Renamon to the edge of orgasm. She pleaded, “Mitch! Please! I can’t take anymore! I want to fuck!”, as she bucked to and fro, against his grip.

Mitch softly spoke, “Easy now, honey. It won’t be long, now.” Letting go of her claws, he backed up his body, tracing his mouth down her taut stomach to her pussy. Lying down upon his stomach, he held back her tail and opened her powerful legs with his forearms. With both thumbs, he traced a path from her honey-soaked hole up to her stiffened clit, separating her petal-soft inner lips, along the way. Mitch repeated this motion, over and over, causing a flood of lubrication from her inner walls.

“Ooooo! Oh! Oh!…Gods!...Yes!!”, Sapphyre yelped in response - her breathing, now coming in short pants. She consciously struggled to maintain control of her body and not thrash about so, but it was losing battle. The Digimon had never experienced such intense sexual desires or sensations, in her life.

Turned on by the visage and aroma of her open sex, Mitch grabbed both her ass-cheeks and buried his face in her cunt. Slurping up her oozing honey, he snaked his tongue into her love tunnel and up and around her engorged clit, tasting every contour. This sent Sapphyre into a sexual frenzy. In the throes of passion, she howled and yelped while clawing at the bedding.

Raising his head from her crotch, Mitch licked and smacked his lips and asked, “Are you ready for me, now?”

“Oh, yeah!! Fuck me, Mitch!! Please fuck me!!”, Sapphyre begged.

Getting into position, he guided his firm organ to her inviting opening. “OK, You asked for it!”, he announced and plunged himself deep inside her. Starting slowly, Mitch pumped non-stop, thrusting his hips back and forth, slapping his balls against her fur-lined inner thighs.

As the first waves of orgasm rocked the Renamon she wrapped her legs around Mitch’s body, pulling him deeper into herself. “Yes! Yes!! Faster! Faster!!”, she screamed.

Lowering his body above Sapphyre’s, Mitch shifted his weight upon his arms and increased his rhythmic tempo. Slap!... Slap!... Slap!... Slap! – the sound was an aphrodisiac for the both of them.

As another orgasm wracked her system Sapphyre screamed in ecstasy. Aaaaah!! Don’t stop!!”, Gnashing her teeth, she pulled Mitch onto her. She tore at his back and sunk her claws into him, drawing blood.

“Ow!!! Goddamn it!!”, Mitch yelled in pain.

“You……OK?!”, she replied, in between her orgasmic cries.

“Nothing I can’t handle, you animal!”, he grunted, “Now let me show you how wild I can get.” Lifting her ass off the bed, with both hands, Mitch pounded her at maximum velocity, pushing ever deeper, with every thrust. Her pussy juice coated his balls and her surrounding fur with every pump. The Renamon thrashed and bucked under Mitch’s furious fucking. It took almost all his strength to keep her spastic body under control.

“Unh! Unnh!! Unnnhh!!!”, Sapphyre grunted in ecstasy.

Mitch reared his head, pulled her tight and exclaimed, “I’m gonna come!”

“Yeah!! Yeah!! Give it to me!! Come inside me!!”, she urged.

“You asked for it!”, he roared and drove his engorged and spurting member deep into her; filling her with his sticky seed.

Sapphyre could feel his hot cum coat her inner walls and slicken the contact between them. “Ooooo yeah!! Ooooh baby!! What a load!!” She hugged him tightly as she wriggled herself beneath him, swishing her tail across his nuts.

As Mitch’s tempo and orgasm subsided, his arms locked and straining, he gently rolled off her; his limp, wet dick sliding out from within her. Lying on his back, next to the Renamon and catching his breath he asked, “Well…so…how was that?”

Without hesitation, Sapphyre shifted positions and pounced on him, pinning his legs with hers and embracing him. “Oh, Mitch!”, she exclaimed, “You’re the best lover I’ve ever had! I’ve never been fucked like that in my whole life!!”

“Well, that was nothing. Just you wait until next time.”, he teased

(This is my first lemon submission. Let me know what you think; positive or negative. You can PM me at DaD with your comments or e-mail me at kalyx2549@yahoo.com or kalyx2549@hotmail.com.)

Mitch & Sapphyre Series

Chapter 1 – First Contacts / Part IV

By: Kalyx

Increasing her clasp upon him, she nuzzled to his neck and kissed him. Her fur-covered C-sized breasts pressed firmed against his bare chest. “I knew it! I knew you were the one! The tamer I’ve been looking for for so long!” She began to sob.

“What’s wrong?”, Mitch asked.

“I’m just so happy! My life is finally turning around and I’ve got you to thank!” She wiped her eyes with a claw.

“Oh, I don’t know about that.”, Mitch shrugged off, “but I do know one thing – I do believe you’re leaking on me.”

Sapphyre sat up on her haunches. Towering above him, she reached her right claw between her legs and fingered out a gob of their cum from her dripping crotch. “You mean this?”, she displayed. And with that, she licked and sucked her digits clean, smacking her lips. “Mmmmm, that was soooo gooood!

Mitch was blown away. He laid there with his mouth agape.

“What’s wrong?”, she inquired “I didn’t gross you out, did I?”

“Hell, no!”, he replied, “That’s about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!” His cock stirred to life, once again.

“Well, if you liked that…”, she toyed, “…then you’ll love this!” Sapphyre turned around and assumed a 69-position with her tamer. Bending down she began sucking and stroking his expanding member. Mitch, reading her body language, leaned forward, grabbed her thighs and began eating her out. As their lust intensified, both relished the taste of their leftover love. They moved together as one being, rocking and reeling upon the shifting mattress. It was a sight to behold - the intense oral onslaught upon one another; tonguing…licking…sucking…gulping for breaths of air amid the slurping of errant drool off each other’s genitals.

As her climax neared Sapphyre moaned and gasped, “Are you close?!”

“I’m right there, just don’t stop!”, he mumbled, his lips pressed tight against her hot, pink vulva.

They came together simultaneously, each savoring each other’s flowing cum while crying out in sexual anguish.

Now they were totally spent. Sapphyre climbed off of Mitch and lay next to him, her muzzle atop his chest, his head upon the bed pillows. As he gently embraced her, he stroked her fur slowly, rubbing down her back to the end of her tail.

“Mmmmm, that’s nice. You could go into business for yourself.”, she chided.

“Yeah, Mitch’s full-service station. Get licked, lubed, loved and rubbed…all while you wait.”, he said.

She giggled. “As long as I get to be your favorite customer”.

Mitch peered into those emerald eyes of hers, leaned in close and whispered into her ear, “Foxy, you’d be my only customer.”

Looking over the wreckage which was once his bed Sapphyre said, “I believe your bed is toast.”

Mitch disagreed, “It’s not that bad. Once I air it out and straighten it up, it’ll be okay. I’m mean, it’s only us. It’s not like toxic waste or something. I was getting tired of that fabric softener smell, anyway.”

“You are an animal, you know that?”, she laughed, stepping to the floor. “You also have a strange sense of humor, but I like it. Maybe it was fate that we got together.”

“I don’t believe in fate.”, he answered, pulling back the bedding. “You chose me and now… I’m choosing you. Let’s not jinx it. Besides, I’ll never get tired of that sexy tail…and especially what’s beneath it!”

“Well, I know one thing. We both could use a shower.”, Sapphyre suggested as she turned for the doorway. “Why don’t we wash up and then get something for dinner. I’m starving.”

“Yeah, great sex usually makes me forget about food, too.”, Mitch replied. “If you hold on a second, I’ll come with you and we can wash together.”

Mitch joined her in the large bathroom and they began showering together. Neither had felt such a bond for another being before. Naturally, in each of their past relationships, they each had had casual sex to satisfy basic, instinctual needs; with little or no connection between their respective partners. But this was different. As they soaped and shampooed, feeling every muscle, curve and crevice of each others bodies, their sexual excitement overwhelmed them.

Mitch embraced Sapphyre from behind, clutching both her breasts and kissing her hard on the mouth. She responded by thrusting her ass backward, against his groin, and stretching her arms overhead to encircle him. Eyes closed, their tongues entwined passionately while the shower’s warm massaging spray rained over them. Releasing their lip lock, the two lovers assumed the doggy position and mock fucked, without penetrating.

After several minutes of genital grinding, Mitch spun the Renamon around, gazed into her eyes and confessed, “Babe, if you want to screw again, you’re gonna have to wait. My heart’s all for it, but my cock needs to rest awhile.”

Smiling at him she affirmed, “Me too, my pussy lips are sealed tight. I just wanted to feel your body against mine.”

“I’m glad you understand.”, he said. “Let’s finish up and get some dinner.”

Rinsing off, they stepped out of the tub and toweled each other dry. Mitch left the bathroom to grab a pair of boxers while Sapphyre continued to brush and blowdry her fur. Looking at the clock in the bedroom it was now 7:35p.m. “My God, where did the day go?”, Mitch thought. “Oh, I remember…the best lay I’ve ever had!” He couldn’t believe that this wasn’t some sort of dream. If it was, he didn’t want to wake up. Not now…or ever.

Sapphire was still brushing her fur, in the mirror, when Mitch returned to the bathroom. He hugged and kissed her on the cheek and said, “I’ll get you a bigger brush tomorrow. That thing was never meant for a body like yours.”

“I know.”, she sighed. “I just can never reach my back.”

“Well, that’s what you have me for, isn’t it? Besides making you cum.”, he quipped and started stroking her back.

“Boy you are an animal, aren’t you? At least I’ve finally met someone whose sex drive can compete with mine.”, she challenged.

“Compete?”, he snapped. “Just wait until our next rematch. I’ll fuck you until you’re unconscious.”

“Is that a promise?”, she chirped.

“Of course, I always keep my promises.”, he replied, patting her tail. “Now, hurry up so we can order something for dinner.”

Mitch left her to her grooming and walked to the kitchen. Opening a cabinet drawer he sifted through a mass of take-out menus and coupons. “Hmmmm”, he pondered, “I wonder what she would like?” He chose what he though were the three most appetizing menus and waited for Sapphyre in the family room. Sitting back upon the large, beige, L-shaped sectional sofa, Mitch instinctively reached for the remotes on the end table and turned on the 55” projection television. Surfing through the myriad of mindless media, he scanned between the Anime Network,

the Sci-Fi Channel and Spike TV. His stomach growled, reminding him of his hunger; he hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast, earlier that day. “Are you almost done?!”, he impatiently yelled.

“I’ll be right there!”, Sapphyre answered, almost singing her reply. She flipped off the bathroom light and headed down the hallway.

As she entered the room, Mitch sat up straight from his slouched position on the couch. The blue Renamon was vision to behold as she trotted toward Mitch, almost prancing in her gait. She laid her yellow gauntlets and the Digi-vice on the glass coffee table in front of him, sat down and scooted close to her tamer. He could smell her clean fur and feminine scent as she leaned in. “So lover, what’s for dinner?”, she coyly asked, breathing in his ear.

“Well, I don’t exactly know what you like to eat.”, Mitch asked. “I narrowed it down to pizza, Chinese food, or seafood. I don’t know if you like any of those or not. Like I said before, I’m new to this Digimon stuff.”

“Pizza! I haven’t had pizza in ages! Let’s order that!”, the Renamon implored,. grabbing his right arm.

“Cheese and pepperoni, OK?”, he inquired.

“Mmmmm, that’s my favorite!”,

“What about to drink? Do you drink soda?”

“Of course, silly. Order Coke, that’s my favorite, too.”

“Sure thing!”, Mitch reaches for his cell phone on glass table. “I guess I sound pretty ignorant, huh? Not knowing anything about Digimon?”

“Listen Mitch”, Sapphyre gently pulls his chin to face her, “I’m here because I want to be. I chose you to be my tamer because I believe you’re my last and only hope in helping me train. And besides”, she leans in closer, “for someone not knowing anything about Digimon, you sure knew your way around this Digimon body of mine.” She plants a peck on his cheek.

Mitch turns embraces her and hugs her tightly, “Darling, you have no idea how much you mean to me, either.”, he whispers in her ear.

“Oh, Mitch.” the Renamon softly moans and hugs him in return.

After a moment Mitch stirs a bit, “Well”, slowly releasing his clinch, “I don’t know about you, but if I don’t place this order I’m going die of hunger.” Grabbing the menu and his cell phone Mitch stands up and walks into the kitchen.

“OK, I’ll check out what’s on TV.”, Sapphyre picks up the remote and starts channel surfing.

Mitch called Hungry Henry’s Pizza and placed their order: one large pizza, double pepperoni and double cheese, well done and a two-liter bottle of Coke. Closing his cell phone he noticed the time – 8:17pm. The guy on the phone said the driver would arrive in about 45 minutes, which wasn’t too bad for a Saturday night. Peering around the corner from the kitchen Mitch called out, “The pizza should be here by about 9:00pm. Is there anything you want to drink in the meantime?”

Sapphyre responded, “Yeah, I’m in the mood for something stronger than soda. Do you have any beer or wine?”

Surprised by her request, but not wanting to sound ignorant again he answered, “I think so, let me check.” Mitch rifled through the refrigerator, dug deep in the back, on the bottom shelf and pulled out an unopened bottle of white zinfandel. This was left over from before his divorce; his ex was the wine drinker, not Mitch. Mitch preferred hard liquor over beer and wine, though he didn’t drink very often. Grabbing a partial bottle of rum from up in the cupboard, some Diet Pepsi, the wine and a couple of glasses, he headed back to the family room.

Sitting down next to the Renamon, Mitch set the items on the glass table. Sapphyre had turned on Spike TV and was intently watching MXC, and laughing aloud. Mitch poured her a glass of wine and a glass of rum and cola, for himself. Handing her the wine he proposed, “Here’s to us and our new relationship.”, he clinked her glass. “May we both learn from this new experience, I know I will.”

They both took a long drink and leaned back on the sofa. Looking into each other’s eyes Sapphyre spoke up first. “Mitch, I want to be totally honest with you. There’s something I have to tell you.”

He set his glass down and sat up straight, “Okay, shoot.”

“I- I sort or found out about your secret…your fetish, if you will.”, she smiled.

“What on Earth are you talking about?”, Mitch questioned.

“Well, on our way home from the ComicCon I kind of snuck a peek at the comics and artwork you bought…”

“My comics!”, Mitch blurted out, smacking his head with his palm, “I knew I forgot something!”

“It seems you have a thing for furry characters and animals, don’t you.”, winking at her tamer.

“A thing? It’s just hobby of mine. I’ve been collecting this stuff for about twenty years now.”, he assured.

“About the same time you entered puberty, right.”, she hinted.

“I never thought about…well...I wouldn’t say never…. Hey!”, Mitch came to a realization, “Does that mean that you set me up with that whole shower scene? Did you play me?”

“Not really”, she acknowledged, “I just had…some inside info on you. Besides, I like to masturbate in the shower, don’t you?”

“Well, not particularly in the shower, but…”

“Oh, really.”, she countered, “So you do masturbate.”

“Of course.”, Mitch admitted, “Doesn’t everybody?”

“The next time you do…”, she grabbed his leg and begged, “Can I watch?”

“Honey, the next time I’m ready to jerk off…”, he pulled her right claw up over his bulge, “you can help.”

“Ooooh, I’ll be there.”, she cooed and gave his balls a gentle squeeze.

“Does that me I get to watch you, too?”, Mitch suggested as he slipped his left arm around her and cupped her breast.

“You know it!”, Sapphyre murred and lovingly kissed his neck..

Spontaneously, the two of them fell into the couch, clutching and pawing at each other in an impromptu make-out session.

Ding-dong! Ding-dong!, the doorbell rang.

Mitch broke his kiss from Sapphyre, “Oh, shit!”, he exclaimed and lifted his body from hers. He poked a finger through the vertical blinds and looked out the window. “It’s the pizza! It’s here, already!” Jumping up from the couch, he straightened his boxers, and turned to the Renamon, “Now just stay here, I don’t if this guy’d understand…”

“…A creature such as myself?”, she interrupted, “That’s okay, I comprehend. I won’t blow your cover…yet.”, Sapphyre winked at Mitch and slinked back into the sofa.

Mitch paid the delivery boy and brought the pizza into the house. “So, who’s hungry?”, he asked, closing the front door.

“I’m starving! Let’s eat!”, she growled, leaping from the couch.

Mitch pulled out a couple paper plates, poured out some Coke and joined Sapphyre at the kitchen table for their dinner. Being as hungry as they were, not much was discussed during the meal. It was more like: scarf your face now, until thoroughly full, and then talk later. When they had their fill, Mitch cleared off the kitchen table and accompanied the Digimon back in the living room.

“So, how was your dinner?”, Mitch questioned, sitting next her on the couch.

“Awesome! I haven’t had pizza for some time now. Ever since…ever since…”, she drifted off momentarily, suddenly looking sad and forlorn.

“What’s the matter?”, sensing a change in Sapphyre’s demeanor.

“Nothing, nothing, I’m okay.” She disarmed him, quickly changing the subject, “It appears that there’s plenty of wine and rum left for us to drink.”, directing her sights at the coffee table. “Why don’t we polish off the rest and listen to some music. It looks like you’ve got quite a stereo system there and a shitload of CDs. Let’s crank it up and get drunk.”

Surprised, but not shocked, by her request, Mitch asked, “So…what do you like to listen to?”

“Rock! Anything rock! Old...new...or whatever, at long as it’s rock!”, she announced, pouring herself a glass of wine.

Mitch couldn’t believe his ears; a female who shared his taste in music. “This must be a dream.”, he thought as he sifted through his CD collection. Making his selection, he placed them in his CD changer and sat down to the right of Sapphyre, at the end of the couch. Reaching over and dimming the lamp, on the end table, completely off, Mitch whispered to the vixen, “Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever heard these songs before, but they’re both a couple of my favorite albums…and they’re best heard…beginning to end…and in the dark.”

“The darker the better.”, Sapphyre whispered, sipping from her glass.

Looking over at the Renamon, Mitch reached his left arm around her and snuggled close. “I don’t know if I can put into words what has happened to me, today. I woke up, incomplete and alone, as always…and now…I’ve got you by my side. I don’t know why…I don’t know how…but I’m thankful.” He kisses Sapphyre’s cheek. “As I keep telling myself… it’s like a dream come true. In time, I hope to learn everything about you…and all the Digimon. But for now, I’m content in knowing that you chose me as your Tamer…for whatever your reason. And I promise…”, Mitch squeezes her gently, “I will not let you down.”

Sapphyre set her glass down on the table and hugged him tightly, gently sobbing on against his shoulder. Mitch reached for the stereo remote at his side and presses PLAY. The two albums he chose were Pink Floyd’s – Dark Side of the Moon and Wish You Were Here. He set down the remote and comforted his new mate, within the surrounding darkness. As the music began, 10:12pm flashed on the cable box; Mitch thought to himself, “This has been a day like no other in my life…definitely a day of firsts.”