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Forever’s End (Saidenmon Chronicles II)
Episode VII - “
It was raining – again. It wasn’t some kind of tempest as it had been before, but rather a more quiet drizzle that drenched everything from my skin to my very soul. It made me shiver coldly, the way the rain passed over me without incident and hit the ground, as it had done googolplexes of times before, and I found myself, wondering, what my life would be like if I were a raindrop instead of the abomination that talks to you, dear reader, who knows me so well.
What if my entire life were an endless cycle of falling from the heavens, to the ground, only to rise once again in a perpetual fashion? Who the hell decided that I was not to be a simple raindrop? What bastardized kind of God or higher being decided that I was going to be this atrocity of a creature? The more that I think about it, I think that if I had the choice, and full knowledge of what my life was to become, I would have taken the life as a raindrop instead.
Anyway, it was raining again. Several days had gone by since my meeting with the Gatomon and their family, and from the gossip I heard while I prowled the digital providences, my jinx on them was still in effect. In fact, one Biyomon in a port city was telling a Gazimon that an Angemon that had digivolved from one of the Salamon was now skeletal; his body was spraying up any available fluids once it was out of semen. I could almost picture Angemon, begging anyone who would listen to kill him now, but to no avail. There weren’t a lot of Digimon around who would or could take down an angelic Champion Digimon such as Angemon.
But, in any case, this was just what I had heard.
Other than that, I heard the outrage of the infantile Salamon who had been condemned to the same perpetual fate as their kin, perpetual self-pleasure. I had seen many a Digimon involuntarily regurgitate their lunch at the graphic descriptions of what the Salamon had “learned” since I had cursed them for my own personal release and enjoyment. So many Rookie Digimon talked about how they were going to “teach me a lesson” if they ever came across me ... I wonder if they would have repeated that if I had lowered the hood of my cloak and looked at them through the slits of my trademark mask. Probably not.
I had spent many nights since my experience with the angels and the Salamon, and I had pleasured myself many times since then at the thought of that family doing things that they normally would be disgusted by, but it wasn’t the same as being there in person or interacting with them personally. I could probably easily return to the forest and continue my exploits, but I reckoned that there would many foolish Digimon waiting there for my return – the one’s who hadn’t gotten it through their thick craniums that I was not any normal Champion Digimon. It wasn’t as if I couldn’t delete and upload each one of them in a matter of mere seconds, but I imagined it would be an inefficient use of my time ... and rather dull at that.
Still, the light mist of irrigation that had freed itself from its celestial prison reminded me of the torrential deluge from before, and this particular night I was feeling a bit frolicsome, and wished to return to the forest for a quick expedition with my previously met comrades. I folded my wings and tail to my back, and put on a baggy black cloak, before I left my perch and headed towards the forest to recapture my prey. Before I went in, however, I decided to make a stop at the local pub for a drink to warm me up, for I had not anticipated this frigid weather, when it normally was very hot around this time of year.
I walked through the double doors of the old western-like saloon and took my seat at the bar. Normally, people would be suspicious of such a shady looking Digimon, but around these parts, weirder looking passengers had passed through this watering hole on a regular basis, so I was left alone. Funny how much time I spend alone these days... but that’s another story. Anyway, I was relaxing, drinking a glass of spiked seltzer, plotting all the different things I was going to do with my playmates afterwards, when I suddenly became aware of a conversation behind me. At first, I did not know precisely what kind of Digital Monsters were speaking since my back was towards them, but my ear, under its hooded haven twitched ever so slightly, unbeknownst to the rest of the crowded bar, when they invoked my name.
“This Saidenmon fellow,” one of them was saying with a hushed voice. “They say that this is the third one of these bizarre sex attacks reported in the past few months. The guys who put it in the papers say that they’ve found evidence he could have done this to hundreds of other people.”
“Well,” another one, with a high but masculine voice, piped. “Why would he leave them around fucking and gettin’ off if it would lead to further evidence? Is he stupid or something?”
“Naw,” another one with a bit of a southern tongue broke in. “I reckon he cares so little about ‘evidence’ and the heat, that covering the shit up would be a waste of his time. That’s one of the reasons the sheriff is so damned scared of the fellow. What kind of a man does that to a whole family, and leaves the evidence around in plain sight like that? He’s either really dumb like Gotsumon thinks, or, like I believe, the guy’s really, really powerful to be able to do some shit like that ...”
Not one for flattery or fame, I sighed, and turned my attention back to my water, and was about to take another sip when ...
“They’re startin’ to nickname him now. They’re calling him ‘Akuma-San.’ Mr. Devil ...”
This time, both ears twitched. A fourth voice had spoken. A new voice. A female voice. A sultry female voice at that. I put down my seltzer, my attention heightened and devoted to this cute sounding girl behind me. I wanted to turn around and take a look, but I reminded myself that I was trying not to attract attention. A rapist, suddenly butting into a conversation about him, might attract a tiny bit of unwanted awareness. Again, the population of the pub, of course, was no match, but fighting a bunch of rookies and pathetic champion Digimon was’t really worth my time. I hate the hustle and bustle of things, you know? I wanted things to be as quiet as possible... still ... she sounded quite attractive from her voice alone.
“Now Felimon,” the Gotsumon interrupted. “Don’t forget what this guy is popular for. He doesn’t exactly deserve a nickname and a fan club.”
Felimon. So that was her name.
“I never said anything about a fan club,” Felimon grumbled. “I just thought it’d be a little exciting to be involved in one of those kinds of things. It just... sounded interesting is all.”
A few moments of silence.
“It does sound... a little exciting,” the Gotsumon said. “Not like he killed anyone or anything, right Armadillomon?”
Wrong. That’s what I hadn’t left evidence for.
“I don’t remember hearing nothing about no killins,’” Armadillomon said. Apparently they were all getting intrigued by the idea. “I reckon that it’d be interestin’ to be in the spotlight like those Gatomon. I always wanted to be famous... I just wouldn’t wanna be left in the same state though. Fucking and jackin’ off for all eternity might get a lil’ boring after a while. I hear Angemon came so much that he’s literally ‘dried up.’ Isn’t that right Gazimon?”
Mr. High-Pitched Voice’s name was finally revealed. Now I knew who they all were, though I had never seen or heard of a “Felimon” before. I listened some more to what they were saying.
“Yep. Dry as a raisin,” Gazimon said with a shortness followed by a swift gulp, possibly from his glass. He continued. “Half the Gazimon Villiage is scared out of their wits. Not just because of what happened to those poor Gatomon – as bad as that is. Their scared mostly because nobody knows why that Saiden-guy is so damned powerful. Not even the elders or the mystics. They can’t track him ... its almost like he doesn’t belong on this dimensional plane or something. At least that’s what a Wizardmon told me when I asked him.”
“Heh,” Gotsumon chuckled gulping down some ale. “You know all that mystic stuff is crap, don’t you? Their just beggar-gypsies. I don’t know why you waste your money on all that celestial crap.”
“Well,” Gazimon said coolly. “You’ll be really sore when you die, and everything turns out to be true Gotsumon. Heaven, hell, angels, God – everything. You’ll fall down straight to he-”
“I’ll save you a seat,” Gotsumon grumbled. “Especially after I found that stack of porn magazines under your bed, at the last town we passed through!”
“Boys, boys,” Armidillomon. “Continue this on your own time. I’m payin’ for the drinks, so I say: quit yer yappin!’”
A grumble. A halting silence.
“Besides,” Felimon continued. “We have to get back to the hotel. We’re going to need to get up early tomorrow if we’re going to get to the next town to search for the Iisca of Server.”
“Iisca of Server?” That was an ancient ruby that was supposed to be somewhere in the caves of this town. A holy jewel, that is thought just to be a legend. If someone were to find it than they’d be rich.
So were they were relic hunters? Archeologists? Anthropologists? Maybe even bounty hunters?
No matter. It wouldn’t matter after tonight. They’d never
get to the
I heard the chairs move back with a screech and the party of four got up talking more about “Akuma-San,” with no clue that he was sitting right behind them, drinking DigiAle. I got up, my head low, the hood of my robes still covering my already masked face. I followed them after the door thirty seconds after they hurried through the double saloon doors. I was going to have fun tonight, only I’d invite these new Digimon, young and full of hope and dreams, to the party.
Be careful what you ask for Mrs. Felimon.
Outside, the Gotsumon, Armadillomon, Gazimon, and the mysterious Felimon, who I could not see through the thick blanket of the night, were cutting through the woods on their way to the hotel. The safer, more sensible route around the woods would have taken them about a half hour more.
I know the way of the roads well.
In any event, they sacrificed the safety of the crowded roads, for the darkness of the wooded area.
Good. Nobody would be able to hear them scream.
Because of my natural stealth abilities, and the fact that I was wearing a cloak as pitch black as the night around us, they never even heard me following them as they laughed joyously, and playfully joked around with each other. From the way they interacted with one another, I could tell that they must have been friends for a very long time.
Friends.
Another concept that I could not grasp. I had utter and unchallenged omnipotence at the tip of my long gloved fingers, but even with all of this power, the power to end one’s life abruptly as though they never even had been borne unto this Earth in a completely tangible way, and yet the knowledge of the meaning of friendship, of companionship, were completely unknown to me. What was love? What was hate?
I was apathetic. I was indifferent. I was alone in this world, forevermore.
In an instant, I shook off my foolish thoughts, and focuses on the task at hand. They were nearing the center of the forest where I had raped the family of Gatomon, although I was unsure if it was intentional or not.
“What’s that smell?” Felimon said, and I could hear her sniffing the air. Damn it! If I could just get a look at her face!
They stopped, and, without a sound, I jumped effortlessly into a tall DigiOak tree off to the side where they could not see me as they looked around in search of the source of the aroma. I saw them desperately trying to place that obscene smell, but only I knew what it was.
It would have probably done well to allow them to wander around some more searching for the cause for the pungent disturbance, but I had already waited too long. Already, the hunger was gripping me, strangling me, and my will was no longer my own. It was time.
I stood up on the branch I was situated upon, spread my wings noiselessly, and let myself fall.
Ruffle, Ruffle, went the leaves, and in the darkness, I saw pointed ears twitch sensitively.
“What the hell was that sound?” came the voice of Felimon.
“I dunno,” Armidillomon said without a clue looking around the heavily wooded area. It was then that he realized how thick the trees had become and how little of the sky he could see beyond their sixty foot summits. “Felimon, where the hell are we? I’m pretty sure the shortcut ain’t ‘posed to take us this deep into the woods...”
I saw the shadowy figure of Felimon sniffing around on all fours, sniffing the ground without abandon. Her ears twitched some more, and I flapped my wings, though quiet, not completely without aural disturbance.
“Armidillomon,” she whispered standing up, shivering as a cold wind rushed through her suddenly. I still could see only her silhouette, though I could see her shivering in the darkness. “Armidillomon ... I don’t like this... I-I don’t like this at all ...”
“Whatchu’ talkin’ about Feli-” but then Armidillomon stopped. “Do ya hear that? What in tarnation...”
“Hear what?” Gotsumon and Gazimon asked simultaneously. “I can’t hear anything ...”
“Shhhh!” Felimon went in a raspy voice. “Quiet! I can hear it too ... listen ...”
o/~ “Ring Around the Rosie...” o/~
o/~ “A pocket full of posies ...” o/~
o/~ “Ashes, Ashes we all fall down ...” o/~
“Is that singing?” Gazimon asked, his eyes widening. “Come on guys, lets digivolve ...”
On each on of their wrists was a golden bracelet I had not seen before, some kind of relic they must have found on their many journeys. I suppose it allowed them to digivolve at will, because in a mere instant, Gazimon, Gotsumon, and Armidillomon were gone, and Etemon, Monochromon, Anklyomon were in their place. Just as the glow of mystical light subsided, however-
”DESTRUCTION RAIN!”
Etemon’s head snapped up as the sky suddenly flashed as if lightning had struck.
“What in the-”
But he never got the rest of the words out of his mouth. Suddenly, a torrential rain of fire bolts began to shoot suddenly out of the sky. It was not just one or two fire bolts, but millions of them striking the grassy ground of the woods with sickening force. In a moment, the entire forest was ablaze. I no longer sensed Etemon’s presence.
“ETEMON!” Felimon cried out, still miraculously out of my sight. “ETEMOOONNN!”
“FELIMON!” Anklyomon screamed. “Move out of the way!”
The fire bolts were still torrentially falling from the clouds, and the quiet Digital Woods had suddenly become a mess of fire, heat, and screams.
“Where’d that attack come from!?” Monochromon screamed to Anklyomon. “I heard someone screaming it out, but I can’t see them!”
“No shit!” Anklyomon snarled in outrage. “What with the forest being filled with FIRE and all...”
“SAIDEN-STARR!”
“Duck!”
Anklyomon and Monochromon threw their heavy bodies out of the way just in time to see a translucent bubble of light strike the ground, and the six foot deep and crater that it left behind, ten feet in diameter.
I heard a meowing scream to my immediate left, and turned around hoping to see Felimon at last, but only got a cheap blow from Monochromon’s tusks in return. I shook it off, turned in midair and landed gracefully on my feet. Monochromon opened his mout to say something, but it was too late.
“BIG BANG THEORY!” I cried, and instantaneously compressed his atomic structure so that his body was no larger that a trillionth the size of a grain of sand. Another scream from Felimon followed, as the rain of fire continued to destroy the forest without mercy.
That’s when Anklymon came after me.
Growling and charging at full speed he came at me, but by now I was weary of these obtuse pieces of flotsams that dared to think they could delete me. I extended my knuckle claws, filled them with poison and began to stab away at a sickening pace. In less than ten seconds I had stabbed, all over his body, approximately one hundred seventy-two times. Blood gushed out of his mouth as he began to die, not even knowing what had happened because of how fast I had landed the blows. With a sickening slurp, I pulled my claws out of him and retracted them – not before licking off the scarlet blood of course.
With an exhausted, regretful, and disdainful gaze in his glazed eyes, Armadillomon finally got the satisfaction he gained.
He looked into my eyes.
I looked into his.
His life flashed before his eyes too quickly, and a single giant tear fell from his eyes. The last thing I heard was him whisper remorsefully, “Felimon ...”
And then he was no more.
“Ceasefire,” I muttered under my breath and the rain stopped and was replaced by the torrent of normal water. I heard quiet weeping, and when I looked to see where it was coming from, I saw her.
Felimon was all that I expected and more. She was fairly tall, at least six foor, and was covered in orange leopard skin, ruffled and damp from the rain. She was thin, petite, and innocent looking, and was wearing a red and black plaid pleated skirt to her knees, white stockings, black Irish shoes, and a white golf shirt. Her face was incredibly feline, with a pointed wet nose and all, but she retained a certain human quality about her, though this was not a human world. Her bosom was prominent making cones of her white shirt.
She looked like a school-cat-girl. It was just too damned perfect.
Her face was buried in her hands as she quietly sobbed while leaning against a DigiOak that hadn’t been burned. Smoke rose from where great vegetation and trees had once stood; where three of this feline Digimon’s greatest friends had once stood strong and sturdy, was a mere scattering of data that had not been dragged into limbo.
“First angels,” I muttered to myself. “Now catgirls ... maybe there is a God out there somewhere after all...”
I took off my gloves and threw them aside. Her sensitive cat-hearing picked it up as it hit the soft ground, and they twitched. The prey knew that she was being stalked by her predator, and my superior sense of sight could see her muscles tense as she prepared to run.
Quick as lightning I was on her and grabbed her around the waist as she struggled to escape, her back grinding into my crotch as she tried to lurch forward but to no avail.
“No!” she screamed feeling my digihood beginning to stir and expand. “Leave me alone?”
Rather than shoot back some witty reply, I simply growled and tossed her to the ground – hard. She stopped moving and I feared that I had knocked her unconscious. What fun would this be if she weren’t awake for it?
I reached into my pocket and produced a small wooden flute which I twirled in between my fingers before touching to my lips.
o/~ Do Re Do o/~
o/~ Do Re Mi Re Do o/~
o/~ Do Re Mi Fa Mi Re Do o/~
o/~ Do Re Mi Fa So Fa Mi Re Do o/~
Her eyes snapped open suddenly, but I could see the glazed-over look that possessed her. She was conscious, but just barely. Enough to be aware of what was happening, but the part of her brain which would have allowed her to prevent it was blocked from her access. Nevertheless, she gave a disapproving groan as I scooped her up from the ground and pushed her against a partially burned DigiOak. I stepped back.
“Bend over,” I commanded lazily. “And hug the tree.”
With another remorseful groan, she followed my orders, my powers invoked by the flute overriding her free will. Almost robotic-like she bent over and put her arms around the tree holding on tightly, her plaid-covered buttocks up in the air waiting for my inspection. With a satisfied grunt I let my trench coat fall to the floor.
I could here Felimon still murmering “no” in as audible of a voice as I allowed her to. Even as I continued to remove my shirt, pants, and armor, she still spoke of how her friends were going to come and avenge her. The poor thing was probably so traumatized from all that had transpired that evening, that she had forgotten that I had just killed her friends moments ago.
Oh well.
Her erotically innocent schoolgirl uniform seized my interests too insatiably and I decided not to strip her. Instead I grabbed the bottom of her plaid skirt, and in one quick motion flipped it over her hips so that she was still wearing it, but her pink cotton panties were in clear view and fully accessible was the treasure which lay therein.
Her conscious mind was fighting for control over the power of my flute, but to no true avail. Her cries and pleas were slurred and dull and she sounded like a woman suddenly drunk.
“No...” she sighed barely audibly. “Please ... don’t ...”
It only served to greater fuel my quickly rising erection which already was stretching my penis’s skin to its limits. It stood gray as a slug, long as a metric ruler, and thick as a wrist ready for its reward.
The air was still filled with the smell of ashes and burnt Digiskin as I took the time to feel Felimon all over; first up her furry and warm legs, covered with creamy stockings, and then her buttocks, still covered by the cotton underwear which featured pictures of cats and hearts all over it, and then I felt the cloth of the plaid skirt, which, for some reason, aroused me even more. Satisfied, I let my hands fall back over her body to the elastic band of her last line of defense.
Carefully, slowly, and savoring every moment, I slipped them down her body until the rested around her ankles. Now her backside was bare to me, and her whimpering became incessant as she finally began to get the idea that there was nothing she could do to stop me. Her buttocks were perfectly curved and had the same furry quality of the rest of her body. Her vaginal cavity peaked out shyly from in between her legs since she was still bent over lewdly, hugging the tree. Because of the fact that it was so tiny, I knew immediately that she was a virgin.
“It just keeps getting better,” I muttered as I positioned myself behind her, grabbing her hips, my penis pressing against her slit.
“No...” she breathed in a whisper. I knew that she really wanted to scream...
I kissed her on the back of the neck, grabbed her shoulders and dived.
“Uhhhh!” she screamed as her cherry was almost instantaneously popped. Then in her quiet voice struggling to yell she sleepily continued to beg. “No ... please ... I ... uhhh!”
I began to slide in and out more quickly using her blood as makeshift lubricant. She continued to scream, half in horror and half in pleasure as I continued to piledrive myself into her sex, mercilessly grunting with every stroke, every push, and ever pull.
“Mmmmm,” I hummed in satisfaction of her tightness. “I haven’t had one this tight in years.... now SCREAM!”
Since I still was in control of her mind she complied and gave a mewing screech that filled the smoldered forest and echoed upon invisible walls. It was as if there were really ten Felimon screaming simultaneously, which only fueled my passion. By now the blood had stopped flowing and her natural vaginal oils had begun to take its place making the task that much more easy.
“Scream LOUDER!” I commanded, and she did. Making sure that she was still hugging the tree I reached under her and used my claws to rip her shirt and bra off in one quick swipe. I went a bit too deep and a trickle of blood fell from in between her breasts. I chuckled. “Whoops ... guess you’re just going to have to scream LOUDER!”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she cried. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” I laughed as I continued to pump into her and fondle her fairly prominent breasts with my ungloved hands.
“So ... c-cold...” she murmured while shivering. “C-c-cold ... your hands...”
I gave a dark inward chuckle as a gripped her chest with even more vigor and continued to thrust robustly enjoying every scream and every moan. Finally, I felt my orgasm nearing, but I did not want to let it go into her. I wanted to do something much more humiliating. I stopped pushing into her and all of a sudden she stopped, still as a zombie.
“Let go of the tree,” I commanded. “Turn towards me and get on your knees my pet...”
Felimon instantly did as I commanded and was kneeling in front of my still-erect digihood, slick with blood and her own lubricant.
“Stand still,” I said, and she did just that. Her lips still quivered for a few minutes, but I could tell by now she had given up trying to fight against me. Smirking I gripped my erection, and began to masturbate right in front of her aiming at her face. Drops of lube and blood came flying off my penis splashing onto her face as I continued to pump myself at impossible speeds. “Open your mouth.”
Her jaw simply dropped and she kept staring at me with her dead feline eyes. She grabbed my legs at my further command, and stuck out her tongue. Seconds later, I unleashed a torrent of digital semen with a groan which continued for at least thirty seconds. The first blast hit her in the eye which she instinctively closed thereafter; the second blast soaked her long straight hair, and the final well-placed blast filled her mouth. Since she had been commanded to keep her mouth open, the flood in her mouth quickly seeped over her lips and down her chin. The end result was her uniform being completely covered in my juices.
“Swallow,” I said lazily upon seeing a large puddle of white liquid still resting in her mouth. She did so with a loud gulp and I nodded. “Good kitty ...”
Then I kicked her in the side of the head so that she lay there in a puddle of milky semen, her eyes glazed over, her clothes ripped and soaked with various juices. I was pretty sure that she wasn’t dead, but then again, I didn’t really care. I had had my fill for the night ... perhaps another night I would be able to go after my intended target, Angewomon. Still, Felimon had been a pretty good concubine.
Without another word or thought, I slipped my clothes on and flew away.
Notorious: Er... right then. No Digimon were hurt in the making of this episode...
Producer: Yes they were you moron! That poor Felimon lost all of her friends, and then got a stiff kick in the head after being raped!
Notorious: sigh ... why do I get the feeling your about to-
*SMACK!*
Notorious: O.o;; ... right then ... that’s a wrap!
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