Chapter Ten – The Most Deep
and Darkest
“Well isn’t this place just cozy,” Terriermon grumbled. “It’s three in the afternoon! This is right around the time I should be getting my daily massage. Beelzemon, your information better be right, or I’m going to-”
“You’re going to what?” Beelzemon said rummaging around his jacket pocket a bit before pulling out a big long cigar. “Bite my ankles? Stop whining you spoiled brat.”
Terriermon rolled his eyes as Beelzemon popped the newly lit cigar into his mouth and began inhaling.
“Oh be quiet Beelzemon,” he said with a sigh. “You know if it were anyone else but you guys, I wouldn’t even be here. It’s just ... this place is really creeping me out.”
They had just arrived at
While Terriermon had spent most of the trip, and their arrival at the Valley complaining, Lopmon, who neither Beelzemon, Terriermon, or Guilmon, had seen or heard much about since the war, had expressed her fear in a different way: by being quiet. She had been quiet taciturn the entire trip. Guilmon, wanting to make her feel comfortable turned to her as they continued to walk through the frightening valley.
“So Lopmon,” he said with a sigh. “I want to thank you for coming along. You know, you could have refused if you wanted to ...in any event, how have you been? You certainly managed to keep out of contact since we came back and all ...”
Lopmon blushed a little bit, glanced at Beelzemon, then to Guilmon, then to Terriermon, and back to Guilmon.
“Oh ... nothing,” she said in her sweet voice, as girlish as ever. “Just been keeping busy is all ...”
“Oh?” Guilmon said genuinely interested. “What kind of things have you been doing?”
Lopmon shrugged.
“I used to go mountain climbing a lot,” she said. “I probably would still be doing it if it weren’t for the fact that I almost got killed in an Avalanche a few months back. I’ve been doing modeling ever since.”
Terriermon turned to look at Lopmon genuinely shocked.
“Modeling?” Terriermon asked. “Model for what exactly? You’re not exactly Agewomon or something with boo-”
“Quiet,” Beelzemon snapped
blowing some smoke in Terriermon’s face although
Lopmon looked quite unfazed. “You’re not Leomon
yourself.”
Terriermon scowled.
“You probably haven’t seen my work,” Lopmon pressed on. “It’s a new model agency called Novus Ordo Seculorum, or NOS.”
“Sounds Latin or something” Beelzemon said taking another puff of his cigar. “Have any clue what it means?”
Lopmon shrugged.
“All I know is that the pay is good,” she said blatantly. “And I didn’t get offered a mansion or high government status, so I make due.”
Beelzemon chuckled.
“That’s a good enough answer for me sweetheart,” he said in a raspy voice and Guilmon smiled. Terriermon on the other hand looked at Lopmon strangely for a moment before they continued walking.
“Have you ever dealt with the people here?” Beelzemon asked. “As a government official and all?”
Guilmon shook his head.
“Some people just don’t want to be part of the new world,” Guilmon sighed. “They refuse me as their leader saying that I’m some kind of traitor for being a peaceful viral Digimon ... they haven’t committed any blatant crimes though, so there’s was no reason for me to come visit. They’re just ... shady - The lot of them.”
“I’ve never had the ... pleasure ... of visiting this place either,” Beelzemon said sighing. “Viral or not, this place just isn’t welcoming.”
“Shouldn’t Beelzemon be undercover or something?” Terriermon asked sincerely. “I mean, his whole cover is that he’s against the government and all. Isn’t it a bit suspicious to have him walking around all friendly-like with the Emperor?”
“This matter is too serious to worry about that,” Guilmon murmured. “The entire purpose of Beelzemon being a spy was to get information as to what the Sleber Tsal is doing, and he’s done his job. Besides, we’re going to need all the help we can get to hurry up and get this under wraps before the public knows and starts to get ... ideas. Oh, sorry.”
Guilmon’s last two words were directed at a tall traveler dressed in a large shadowy cloak. He couldn’t see their face, and they didn’t reply or even seem to realize they’d been hit. They just kept on walking.
“Cloaks?” Terriermon said aghast. “Who wears cloaks!?”
“Apparently they do,” Beelzemon said. “My sources told me that the ones holding the information on the weapon live in a secluded area a few miles ahead. We’ll need our energy because it’s an uphill hike. We’ll take lodge in an inn until morning.”
“S-sleep!?” Terriermon gasped. “You want me to sleep in this substandard-”
“Shhhhh!” Lopmon hissed. “We don’t want to upset the locals. I don’t want to be in this place one more second than you do Terriermon, but we don’t have much of a choice. We need to just do what Beelzemon and Guilmon say.”
Terriermon grumbled. After all these years living it up in his mansion with servants waiting on him hand and foot for twenty years he wasn’t used to being bossed around.
“Fine,” he mumbled with his nose in the ear. “But just to let you know, I’m not chipping in.”
Guilmon and Beelzemon rounded on him.
“Er ... then again, I’m the richest person here ... I’ll just ... pick up the bill ... heh ...”
The sun had set at last a few hours later, leaving the valley in a nearly complete absence of light. Guilmon gazed out of his candlelit room at a small wooden desk shuffling through papers and muttering to himself.
Knock! Knock!
“It’s unlocked,” Guilmon said nonchalantly and he heard the door creak open. He turned around and was greeted by the sight of Beelzemon looking rather sleepy. “What’s going on?”
Beelzemon shook his head slowly.
“Couldn’t sleep,” he muttered. “I can’t stop wondering what this alleged ‘weapon’ is. My sources told me that it could have the ability to completely destroy everything – human and digital alike. It’s just ... unsettling.”
Guilmon grunted in acknowledgement.
“Have a seat,” he said gesturing to a chair, and Beelzemon indeed sat down at the opposite side of the table as Guilmon continued looking through documents. He seemed to anticipate his query. “I’ve been looking through this files on weapons, or relics ... anything that could have the destructive power that you described. The government keeps track of any and all anomalous items it comes in contact with. Considering Ciphermon’s love for the black arts ... what we’re looking for is definitely some kind of relic ... but I don’t see anything here that fits the description.”
“Hmmm,” Beelzemon uttered. “Well why don’t you get some sleep, you look horrible. I’ll take over skimming through these documents for you.”
Guilmon smiled wearily.
“Thanks Beelzemon,” he said sighing. “You really are a lifesaver.”
Beelzemon simply smiled as Guilmon got up, and patted him on the soldier before heading over to the shabby bed in the corner.
“Good night old friend,” Guilmon yawned.
“Goodnight ... Emperor Guilmon.”
Meanwhile, in another room, Lopmonon had just left to go to the bathroom, giving Terriermon even more time to think up new complaints for when she returned. The inn was nearly full, and they were only able to get three bedrooms, despite numerous attempts to bribe the clerk by Terriermon. Guilmon, of course, was given a room; but somehow, Beelzemon was the one who ended up with his own room. He said he couldn’t deal with Terriermon’s ranting because they had a big day ahead of them tomorrow, and Lopmon had vouched for him.
“This is absurd,” he said aloud for nearly the hundredth time. “I was the one who paid for the damned lodging in the first place. Why does Beelzemon think he deserves his own room so bad? Honestly, what the hell is wrong with the digiwor-”
The door opened and Terriermon quieted himself. Nobody entered.
“Um ... hello?” he said out loud. “Hey, don’t joke around ... Henry told me this is how scary movies start ...”
“Calm down Terriermon,” came a voice from the hall as a rather tired looking Lopmon walked in. “I was just checking to make sure I didn’t have any toilet paper on my feet.”
“Oh ...” Terriermon said. “Well we’d better get to sleep. Beelzemon says that we have quite a long trip ahead of us.”
Lopmon smiled, bounded across the room and hopped up on the bed causing Terriermon to gasp in surprise.
“Um you know Lopmon,” Terriermon said giggling. “There’s another bed over there in the cor-mmphh!”
At that moment Lopmon suddenly embraced Terriermon in a passionate kiss, and pushes past his lips with surprising strength to explore his mouth. Terriermon, at first, tried to push her off, taken by surprise by this recourse, but soon all of his muscles relaxed and he just moaned into her mouth as he just let it happen. It was quite some time before Lopmon broke the kiss.
“That ...” Terriermon said breathing heavily. “Was ... unexpected, don’t you think?”
Lopmon smiled slyly.
“But you liked it, didn’t you?” she chuckled. “Just relax and stand still ...”
Terriermon could do nothing but nod as Lopmon positioned herself between his legs. This sequence of events definitely had taken him by surprise, but when things like this happened to Terriermon, he liked to just not worry about how or why, but just enjoy things.
“Now let’s see what we can find down here,” she murmured and began kissing Terriermon’s stomach as she began to rub his crotch in circular motions getting groans from the canine Digimon. “Come out, come out, wherever you are ...”
Sure enough, moments later, Terriermon’s organ was poking out from its hidden pounch.
“Oh ... Oh ...” Terriermon gasped over and over again and Lopmon began to lick his penis all over making it fill with blood and eventually stand erect.
“Oh my,” Lopmon said in her innocent girlish voice turning Terriermon on even more. “How could you have hidden such a wonderful thing from me? It’s so ... slender and hard ... so long ... so thick ...”
Terriermon giggled foolishly unable to think straight. As a rich Mon he got to have sex with just about any Digimon whom had an interest in his funds, but some girls just refused to be bought. Besides, Terriermon had always liked Lopmon during their adventures twenty years ago, but at the time, there had been more pressing matters at hand. Afterwards, they had all drifted apart, but Terriermon still thought about Lopmon from time to time, at some instances wishing that he could just do it to her once. Well, it seems that dreams do come true.
By now Lopmon had engulfed Terriermon’s entire sex into her mouth and was pumping her head up and down at incredible speeds, fondling his testicles as she did so. Terriermon locked his legs around the back of Lopmon’s neck and pulled her in with all of his might, wanting more and more, even though Lopmon was doing the best that she could to please him. She was no going so fast that she was making strange noises every time she took her mouth off of the top almost like a mixture of a pop, a gulp, a gasp, and a moan in one sound. Then, without warning, Terriermon suddenly felt a flood of liquid traveling through him on its way to its faithful exit aperture still being sucked on by Lopmon and there was no stopping it.
“Its coming,” was all that Terriermon was able to get up, and Lopmon took her head off of his organ to look at him. “What did you say?”
But it was too late. With a grunt and a shiver, Terriermon shot out a thick syrupy stream of boiling hot ashen semen that initially hit Lopmon square in the eye. She, not used to having guys shoot it on her face, but rather in her mouth, foolishly turned her head to the side, as the seemingly endless stream of juice now covered one side of her head, as well as the front matting her fur down. Since she was a smaller Digimon, it didn’t take too much cum to literally drench her.
“T-Terriermon,” she gasped. “Stop it or I’m going to drown.”
Terriermon gulped as he continued to cum
“Because Terriermon’s cum is not very fertile at all,” he explained. “We tend to cum for long periods of time.”
“Like how long,” Lopmon said cringing. She didn’t like this feeling of being completely layered in semen. The amount of liquid that had been sprayed on her so far was so copious that she felt a lot heavier.
“Well,” Terriermon said pondering. “The longest I went was
half an hour ... at the same amount of pressure.”
“Well do something!” Lopmon said in horror, and Terriermon grunted as he held in the tremendous amount of ooze, the pressure immense. He then pushed Lopmon on her back, and without hesitation, drove his manhood right into her slick vagina. He then let himself begin spraying again.
“Oh!” Lopmon whined as she felt the blast within her. “Oh ... Terriermon ... it’s ... it’s so hot ... I think I’m ... I’m going to ...”
That night, Terriermon broke his own record by continuing to orgasm for a good forty-five minutes, setting off orgasm after orgasm for Lopmon as he continued his own continuous one. They fell asleep just as the sun began to rise and although Terriermon woke up a bit later to find that she had gone, he assumed she had either gone across the room to her own bed, or was in the bathroom again. Either way, his bliss was too great for him to care about anyone else but himself at the moment.
It wasn’t until the wee hours of the morning when this philosophy proved incredibly faulty.
“WHAT THE FUCK!?”
Terriermon snapped awake hearing a shrill yell in his ear.
“Argh,” he grumbled hopping down off of the bed. “Now what?”
Upon entering the large room at the end of the hall where Guilmon was standing with Impmon, he noticed numerous paper shards on the ground.
“Where’s the fire?” he said yawning, and Impon glared at him incredulously. “Hey, why aren’t you Beelzemon? I thought that Upgrade thingamajig was permanent.”
“You buffoon!” Impon screamed, and Terriermon recognized his voice as the one he had heard from down the hall. “My Upgrade Stabilizer has been stolen!”
Guilmon looked angry as well, but it was a much more quiet dignified irritation. “I was doing research on famous relics and legends in the Digital World for some clue as to what the Sleber Tsal is after. I went to sleep before I could finish however, and when I awoke, all the documents I took with me on the trip, including my research, was destroyed beyond recognition. I let in what I thought to be Beelzemon ... however, it appears it was an imposter.”
Terriermon blinked twice.
“Have you seen Lopmon?” Terriermon asked, and Guilmon shook his head. Impmon was too busy walking around kicking things or lighting them on fire swearing perfusely.
“Poor guy,” Guilmon said looking at Impmon. “He loved being Beelzemon more than anything in the world ... remember back when he tried to upload our dat-”
“As entertaining as this reminiscence may be,” Terriermon hastily. “I have to ... check something ... I’ll be right back.”
Guilmon nodded and went to try and comfort Impmon.
“Probably some local punks,” Impmon grunted before lighting a lamp on fire. “This shoddy no good town ... and they wonder why Virals get such a bad rap. Whomever it was, must’ve been a shapeshifter or something ... maybe a Bakamon or something ... I bet they’re all having a big laugh about this right now! I’ll kill ‘em!”
But something Impmon had said suddenly woke some dormant memories in his mind, and he went into a bit of a trance oblivious to Impmon’s antics.
“Shapeshifter ...” Guilmon
whispered to himself. “In
“What are you suggesting?” Impmon asked suddenly taking a break from his arsonist behavior. He wanted answers and he wanted them now.
“Maybe ...” Guilmon said squinting as he gazed outside of the window. “This wasn’t such a random accident ...”
Impmon snorted.
“If someone was after us, why didn’t they hit Terriermon up for something while the were at it?”
Suddenly there was a scream from down the hall.
“MY MONEY! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”