Neo Digimon: Digital War Episode 26 - Safe Ground Chibi-Koushiro walks up. "Hi," he waves. "This series is NOT FOR KIDS. This chapter is rated for mature adult audiances only. Those under the age of eighteen or those who live in areas where graphic text depictions of sex are illegal do not read this story." Chibi-Koushiro coughed. "Anyway. The characters are properties of Toei Animation Inc., Akiyoshi Hongo and others. They are used without consent. Archive is only borrowing them for an indefinite amount of time. "Strict Japanese spelling for all names when possible. If an English name for a digimon or his attack is used and you know what the name is supposed to be in Japanese-- please tell Archive so it can be corrected." _________________ "After the death of Daisuke, we lost our direction as a team. While we set course for the Crest of Kibou, we didn't feel any of the hope that item might offer," Miyako said somberly. "Apparently the path we were taking would've lead us straight to a trap. At least that's what Piccolomon told us. Desperate for a guide in our travels, we agreed to follow him to his home. With luck, this is not the trap." _________________ "Welcome, Chosen, to my home!" Piccolomon announced a bit too cheerfully for them. "Where?" Piyomon questioned. "All I see is desert." "Appearances can be deceiving," Piccolomon replied. "Follow me!" The flying pink ball flew forward and disappeared. Agumon tentatively moved after the diminutive digimon and disappeared as well, but he quickly reappeared and shouted in amazement, "Everyone, there's a whole forest in there!" One by one the Chosen and their digimon entered into Piccolomon's domain. They were all astounded by the stark contrast of abundant life of a tropical forest just meters away from slow agonizing death. They all walked for some time before reaching the foot of a large mountain. "My home is at the top of these stairs," Piccolomon announced happily, to the groans and protests of the children and their digimon. "As you all need better training to become stronger, there will be no flying. I will see Koushiro to my home personally." The small pink digimon flew over to the comatose and nearly legless boy. With a twirl of his small javelin, a transparent sphere formed around them. "See you all later." Piccolomon pointed up, and the sphere launched through the air. "We could cheat and fly up anyway," Sora commented, not wanting to climb the innumerable steps. "No!" Miyako asserted. "We've been running around aimlessly and messing up horribly as we went. If climbing these stairs is what it takes for us to become stronger, to keep another one of us from dying, then we should climb it!" "But isn't going up a mountain of stairs a bit excessive?" Mimi almost whined. "We need to be strong for ourselves and others," Hikari suggested with a weak voice. "Even if this training only helps us to run faster and longer, it would allow us to retreat faster." "We'll get nowhere if we just sit here debating the point," Yamato muttered. "Let's get going." Miyako had already started up the stairs. "My sentiments exactly. Let's go." With a moan from those who wished for an easier route, they followed Miyako, Hikari and Tentomon who wished to do as Piccolomon had asked. _________________ "I'm going to die!" Mimi whined as she crashed to the ground at the top of the stairs, joining many of the other children and digimon. "That wasn't training, it was torture!" "I'm going to kill the pink fluff ball for even suggesting we climb those stairs," Yamato cursed. Hikari massaged her legs. "I didn't think it would be that hard." Sora merely shrugged, seeming not phased by the long climb beyond rubbing her sore feet. "I will never walk again!" Piyomon insisted. "Come on, it wasn't that bad," Miyako protested, yet she didn't move from where she was splayed out on the ground. "I don't know about that. I feel like running up and down those stairs." As one, the entire group turned and looked at a sight they could not believe. STANDING before them was Koushiro, with two complete and whole legs supporting him. "How?" Taichi wondered. "Koushiro-sempai?! You're okay?!" Miyako leapt up and hugged him fiercely. "Ah, yeah. Piccolomon healed my legs somehow. They're better than ever. Not even a limp," Koushiro replied, blushing badly in the girl's embrace. Being in need of good news and hope of any sort, the group was overjoyed at this turn of events. Much to Koushiro's chagrin, he found himself mobbed by those wishing him well. _________________ Koushiro frowned as he worked on his computer. After having his legs 'repaired,' he felt rejuvenated. So when everyone else shambled off to bed, he was too awake to follow them. This led him to discover a problem that concerned him greatly: his email did not work. It simply would not connect to send any sort of transmission. His work on the problem only stopped as the door to his room opened. "You still awake?" Miyako questioned. Koushiro smiled at her. "Good timing. Can you try sending an email with your D-Terminal?" Miyako blinked. "Why?" "Because my email isn't working and wanted to be sure if it's just me or everyone," Koushiro explained. Miyako pulled out the flat silver device, typed a quick message, and sent it. She scowled at the message that popped up. "No connection?" "I was afraid of that." Koushiro sighed. "We're being jammed. We'd better not get split up as our means of communication has been cut." "Lovely," Miyako groused. Koushiro began typing at his computer. "What are you working on?" Miyako wondered. "Trying to see if there's a means to circumvent the jamming," Koushiro replied. "Was there something you wanted?" "I... I needed to talk to someone." Miyako sighed. "That last battle scared me. Scared me like you wouldn't believe. I... I thought you had died." Koushiro smiled weakly. "Thankfully, that wasn't the case." Miyako nodded. "But Daisuke did. He sacrificed himself to save you and the rest of us." Koushiro pouted. "I know. I'm worried about what will happen now that we don't have a leader." "I'm worried about us. We could die in battle tomorrow. We're not invincible," Miyako almost cried out. "It is a war we're fighting. It was stupid of us not to expect some casualties," Koushiro replied. "Koushiro, there's so much I wanted to do before I died. I don't want to risk death again until I've done some of them," Miyako almost sobbed. Koushiro blinked. "What do you mean?" "When you were hurt... I realized something. I... I love you. It did not hurt me as much to learn Daisuke had died than it did when I heard your scream of pain." Miyako gazed at the boy intently with a strange determined look. Koushiro did not get a chance to reply, as she grabbed hold of him and kissing him soundly. He quickly found himself pushed over, laying flat on the floor. He stared dumbly as the girl straddling him ripped off her school blouse. He offered no protest to these actions, instead he reached up to join in the offered fun. His hand cupped her bra-covered chest, marveling at the softness he felt. He said no words to her, unsure of his feelings yet not wanting to stop this. Whether his desire was to not reject her or that he desperately wished to get laid, he could not tell. Miyako peeled off her bra, allowing the mesmerized boy to touch her directly. In a way, she wished the boy had some experience with this considering his awkward probing of her chest left much to be desired for her. At the same time she was delighted to know that she would be his first. That no girl had ever received such attention from him before. While her love was focused on her chest, she rocked her hips to stroke his hardness against her own sex through their clothes. She felt her own arousal being heightened by the obvious need she was causing him. So enraptured was he by her bare chest, Koushiro showed no signs of progressing beyond just fondling her tits. Truth be told, this was more than he ever expected to see personally from a girl. Always hiding behind his computer and never daring to approach a girl for a simple date, he believed that a geek, especially a lame one like himself, would never get this chance. He had resorted to gathering a large collection of porn and masturbating at the images of naked, big-breasted women. Miyako's chest was a lot smaller than most of the girls in his now-lost picture archive, but these were real breasts, not pixilated images that may have been photo-shopped. Miyako pouted at the boy. "Don't you want more than just my chest?" She stressed her point by lifting her skirt. Koushiro blinked at her, and then his eyes trailed down and looked in wonder at the white garment he was being shown. As if in a trance, he lowered his hands and pushed aside the imitation silk covering to see what all straight boys dream of. His nervous fingers touched her where her black pubic hair was pointing to. He traced over the soft and hot flesh. Since she was still straddling him, his act of fingering her moist sex caused the back of his hand to press against himself, which made him realize what he wanted to do next. He stopped touching her in order to undo his pants. Miyako noted his now hurried actions. She lifted herself so he could move more freely, though he sparred little time to what he was doing. He pushed his lower clothes down only as far as needed. He then grabbed at her panties, once again only shoving the crotch covering aside in his rush. Not really wanting to wait longer, herself, she went along with his idea. Slowly she lowered herself back down, and on to him. There was almost no feeling as he first began to penetrate her, but as she took more of him into her body she felt both pleasure and discomfort. Tentatively she began to raise and lower herself. The ache in her groin from her lost virginity gave way to lust and desire. Koushiro tried to urge the girl above him to move faster. She was torturing him with her slow pace. As intoxicating as the act was, he wanted to press forward, to feel the promised pleasure she was tantalizing him with. He tried to push up with his hips, but he could do little from his vantage point. Frustration grew as his need for release increased. He grabbed her by shoulders and threw her into a roll. Miyako cringed in pain as she toppled to the ground and now found herself beneath the boy. His hips started to crash down on to her with reckless abandon, unmindful of how her panties was rubbing against their bare flesh. The pleasure was still there, but what she had done to ease her discomfort had come to waste. His inexperience in sex was now literally painfully obvious, yet she didn't care. She would teach him how to pleasure her right. This was just the first of many. She then frowned when he grunted and shoved himself hard against her. His cum was oozing inside of her and her wish for release had yet to be satisfied. Koushiro grinned stupidly as he came into the girl. That was more what he was expecting from sex. The feelings were unimaginable. And to think he got to do it without paying a prostitute. "That was great," he praised her. "You need practice," Miyako retorted. "Huh?" Koushiro questioned dumbly. Miyako giggled at him. "You could've been a LOT better. But this was only the first time, right?" Koushiro laughed nervously. "Ah, right. Just the first." Miyako nodded. "And we have lots of time for you to learn how to do it right. We can have a lifetime together." Koushiro gulped. "Ah, right...." "Now why don't you finish what you've started with me?" Miyako requested fingering herself. Koushiro frowned at his spent tool. However, despite the threat of relationship, he wasn't about to end this now. He lowered his head and looked at her dripping sex. He touched and explored it with his fingers before applying his tongue to her need. He did not mind tasting his own juices mixed with hers as he swirled his tongue around inside of her hole. Soon, his task was completed and Miyako finally gave a squeal of delight that she had longed for. Satisfied for now, Miyako wordlessly motioned him toward the bedroll that had been set aside for Koushiro to use. She climbed into it and had him join her. They looked into each other's eyes and allowed their hands to wander each other's body. As the night progressed, the two slowly drifted to sleep in each other's arms. _________________ Cowering in the corner of the dark, wet stone room that served as her prison, she waited in dread for what was going to happen. She knew all too well what the one who locked her in here was going to do to her. Tonight would not be the first night, and sadly it would not be the last either. She wished that he would just kill her. Her attempts to escape had all met with painful failure. And he made quite sure that she would live through it all. And she wasn't even the true target of his vile deeds. He did all these horrible things to her as it would hurt the one she was supposed to protect. When the door started to creek open, she leapt forward to attack despite her fear. As she suspected, the attack fell far short. A gloved hand whipped out and grabbed her by the neck, stopping her painfully cold. "You still try to defy me, Tailmon?" Vamdemon chuckled coldly. "Have you learned nothing yet?" "I would die before submitting to you," Tailmon hissed. "Well, we can't allow that, can we?" Vamdemon purred, pressing the small cat against the wall. With his free hand he reached between her legs, quickly finding her sexual opening. "Please don't," Tailmon pleaded. The vampire digimon merely laughed, shoving his finger deeper into her. Struggle as she might, she had no means to stop him. He worked on her body, making her feel pleasure she did not want. And he did so with wrongfully gained experience. Tailmon tried to fight him. She flailed at him with her claws, but he had made her too weak to injure him. And stripped of her powers, there was nothing she could do to defend herself. She cried out in protest and pleaded for him to stop, yet knew her words either fell on deaf ears or merely encouraged him. When her body was past the point that she should've orgasmed, yet did not for a spell he placed upon her, he removed his probing fingers from her and set himself to complete his nightly task. Vamdemon grinned at the noise she made as he shoved his penis up into her wanting sex. "You are feeling this, aren't you Hikari?" he questioned thrusting himself against the cat. "It would be a shame if you're not. Then there would be no point in me doing this. Well, besides giving me a chance to have some fun." His laughter drowned out his victim's cries of anguished and unwanted pleasure. With a shrilled cry, Hikari sat up quickly before curling up into a ball. Sora quickly crossed the room. She may have wanted more sleep, but she had intentionally spent the night in the same room as the younger girl. Now, perhaps, she could get some answers. Pulling the shivering girl into her arms, she whispered, "What was the dream?" "He's raping her. Raping me," Hikari sobbed. "Who is?" Sora pressed. "Vamdemon," Hikari choked out. "He touches her, knowing that I feel it. He violates her to rape me." Sora hugged the girl tighter. "Oh, Hikari. Are you sure it's not just a dream?" Hikari shook her head. "He's really doing it to her. And it's all my fault. If I didn't start remembering my dreams, he wouldn't be doing this every night. And he's not letting her feel relief. He's still raping her because he doesn't know I'm awake now. I can still feel him torturing her. He just keeps violating her, making sure that I respond to him in such a disgusting way. That I orgasm for him, not her." Sora didn't know how to respond. "We'll make sure he pays for doing this to you. Your purity shouldn't be taken like this." Hikari turned away and began sobbing harder, making the older girl wonder if there was more to this. Neither moved for some time as the younger girl cried until she had no more tears to shed. With a shaking and timid voice, Hikari pleaded, "Don't tell Taichi-niichan about this." Sora frown at the request. "He should know." "No, he can't!" Hikari insisted. "He wouldn't be able to think straight. He'd want to attack Vamdemon now. He'd try to fight him recklessly." Sora closed her eyes. The girl certainly made her point. Taichi may be much more reserved since the incident that had originally crippled Koushiro, but this would upset him beyond reason. He would try to fight Vamdemon directly, and likely die doing so. "I won't tell him. But once we've defeated Vamdemon, YOU should tell your brother." "I'll don't know if I could even then, but I'll try," Hikari half-promised. _________________ When Piccolomon set to wake everyone up early the next morning, the group was ready to kill him despite what the digimon had done for Koushiro. Still they shambled to meet him, and the flying pink ball seemed unconcerned with the death threats in the eyes of his guests. "There's someone who would like to talk to all of you," Piccolomon announced. A strange device embedded into the floor of the room they were in sprang to life and produced an image of an elderly old man. "Gennai-san!" Koushiro chirped in surprise. "Greetings. I hope I have not called at a bad time." The image sweated nervously at the glares he received. "I'm afraid this may be the best time for me to contact you. With King Etemon wounded, his region is in disorder, though he is sadly not the true master of the lands you are in." "Who does control this land?" Koushiro wondered. "Nanomon," Gennai answered simply. "While not as physically powerful as King Etemon, it is his intellect that must be feared. Even now, King Etemon believes he rules these lands yet he is but a puppet." Taichi yawned. "Gee, that's nice to know. But what happens now that one of us has died?" Gennai sighed. "Piccolomon has informed me of the tragedy. It is most unfortunate indeed, but hope is not lost. From my calculations, at least eight of you must be present to face the one behind everything that has happened. While his might is beyond reckoning, you will not face him until after the Dark Masters have been destroyed." "Only eight of us?" Mimi questioned aloud. "Then I quit! I don't want to fight anymore!" "If only things were so simple, my dear." Gennai shook his head. "You each have a special role to play in the coming battles. You were not picked randomly, but by destiny. If you choose to run from all of this, more of you may die." Mimi and a few others flinched at his comment. "My time grows short. Leave Gomamon and the Crest of Seijitsu with Piccolomon. He has agreed to help bring Gomamon's partner to this world," Gennai informed before his image disappeared. Everyone sat in silence, digesting the old man's words. "All right, everyone. I have a small breakfast prepared in another room. After that, I have special tasks for Taichi-san, Agumon, Koushiro-san, Tentomon, Yamato-san and Gabumon. For the rest of you, I expect you to follow my training regime," Piccolomon told them in a commanding voice. The group held a mixed response to this. They certainly wanted food, but they didn't want any more 'training.' _________________ Author's Notes: Coming Soon (I hope): Episode 27 - Knowledgeable Friendship Taichi, Koushiro and Yamato set out on their tasks to bring back hope and strengthen the team. Omake! Omake! Omake! Omake! Omake! Omake! Omake! Omake! Omake! A lone figure sat upon a throne. Massive armor completely covered every inch of him save the black void that would be his face. "Hello, I'm Lord Archive. This special installment finishes a series of Neo Digimon Omake that has the Digimon casts looking at the fanfiction stories their show has generated. "And finally we address those who started it all, the cast of Digimon Adventures." Taichi folded his arms. "What isn't there to say about the fanfiction we're in? Just about everything has been done." Hikari flushed. "Though I still have to wonder why I seem to get paired off with everybody and everything. There's lemon ficts of me from the first season, when I was EIGHT! Why is it harder to find a simple friendship fict than it is to find me screwing digimon, the Tamer's cast, or even Harry Potter?" "Let's not forget stories that go from canon to reality-on-crack. To us trying to continue to live our double lives in high school, to high school ficts without our digimon that are little more than teenage angst or plagiarized movies. From us acting near who we are, to crack-smoking and murderous gang bangers. And just about everything in between," Koushiro recounted. "And why do we get ignored?" Tailmon questioned. "We are just as important as the human cast, yet in most ficts we either don't exist or are generally ignored that we can think for ourselves." "Well, in the original series..." Lord Archive eeped at the glare the digital cat sent at him. "All of this doesn't mean that there's nothing new to be done. There are new twists and different stories that can be explored," Yamato mentioned. "Though, please, please, read through them. Spell check them. Make them legible. And don't toss in random Japanese or foreign words in a fict meant for English readers. You merely frighten away potential readers if the story is difficult to read," Mimi suggested. "And for the love of Qinglongmon, don't bastardize us to the point you could change the names and no one can tell the difference," Gomamon pleaded. "The dub did enough damage to us. We don't need to see Angewomon the dominatrix torturing her sexual partners to death." "Speak for yourself," V-mon shot back. "Fiction is about the freedom to explore thoughts." Tailmon scowled at the lizard digimon. "You just want to be a 'victim.'" "Is that so wrong?" V-mon asked. "In some cases it can be." Miyako shuddered. "Just remember, writers are free to write what they want, and readers are free to decide whether or not to read it." "Now if only there was a way to screen these things though. All Hikari having sex ficts with someone besides me should be banned!" Daisuke voted. "That's more than enough of this," Hikari stated. Taichi popped his knuckles. "I'll say. Daisuke, let's 'talk.'" "Maybe later. BYE!" Daisuke ran off, with Taichi giving chase.