Disclaimer: I don’t own Pokémon or Digimon, nor am I affiliated with TOEI, Bandai, 4Kids Entertainment, Nintendo, or any company that makes, markets, or copyrights Pokémon or Digimon. Speaking of “4Kids”, this is not for kids, or anyone under 18 or 21 years of age for that matter. Read this at your own risk!!
Date Started: 2-16-2003
Pokémon/Digimon Involved: M.Guilmon / F.Charizard / F.Renamon
Story: A Guilmon and his Renamon wife are visited by the Guilmon’s idol because of an unfortunate circumstance. But the mistake is soon forgotten when passion intervenes…
Relationship(s) Involved: M/F/F
A Visit From An Idol
Guilmon was sitting on a sofa in the house he and Renamon shared, flipping through the channels on the digital cable until he came across a music video with a female Charizard dancing and singing a la Aaliyah. Guilmon put the remote down slowly, awe-struck at the performing dragon.
Guilmon (singing along with the video): I want you to rock the boat, work it in the middle, change position, now stroke it for me, stroke it for me,…
Guilmon’s wife, a Renamon, looked at her husband enjoying the video.
Renamon: Hmm. So, this is Samantha?
Guilmon: Huh? Oh, yeah. Isn’t she something?
Renamon: Yeah. I can tell why you like her.
Guilmon (clearly smitten): Yeah.
Renamon chuckled as Guilmon stammered.
Renamon: Oh, don’t worry about it. I remember when I went to my first concert.
Guilmon: Oh? Whose?
Renamon: Mewtwo.
Guilmon: Mewtwo? Rapping, love songs, instrumental, what?
Renamon: All three and more. I remember when he sang “This River”. He blew me away.
Guilmon: Yeah, he’s quite the complete performer.
Renamon: (blissful sigh) You have no idea.
Guilmon shot a look at Renamon.
Renamon: Sorry.
Guilmon (shame-faced): It’s OK. It’s just that (pause) I would LOVE IT if Samantha were to make love to me, kiss me or even look at me. At least Mewtwo and you got it going on backstage. I don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of ever getting as close to Samantha as you did to Mewtwo.
Guilmon looked back at the TV. Renamon, sensing her husband’s unhappiness, sat on the sofa next to him. She lifted Guilmon’s face to look at her.
Renamon: That’s not true. You're young and so is she. I’m sure someday you’ll have the same pleasures with Samantha as I had with Mewtwo, ‘kay?
Guilmon nodded, smiling.
Guilmon: Thanks, baby.
Guilmon and Renamon embraced, kissing each other, when a loud bang came from outside. Guilmon and Renamon broke their embrace and bolted up off the couch in the same motion.
Guilmon and Renamon (startled): What was that?!
Guilmon crept to the window and moved the blinds over a bit. There, in the light of the streetlamp on the corner, was a red stretch SUV. A Gazimon jumped out from the driver’s seat and inspected the driver’s side front tire. It had exploded, shreds of rubber clinging to the wheel. A Charizard burst out of the car near the back wearing a pair of black jeans and a leather jacket. Guilmon gasped.
Guilmon: Samantha! Renamon!
Renamon: What?
Guilmon: That’s her, it’s Samantha!
Renamon: Well. Looks like my guess was right.
Guilmon: Oh, jeez, geeeeeez, (nervous stammering)
Renamon grabbed Guilmon’s shoulders.
Renamon: (shaking Guilmon a few times) (stammering), Guilmon, pull yourself together! Calm down, baby, calm down, ‘kay?
Guilmon nodded. Meanwhile, Samantha walked over to the front of the car. She slapped the Gazimon in the back of the head.
Gazimon: Hey!!
Samantha: Smooth move, Ex-Lax! Now how am I gonna catch my flight! (looks behind her) Water!
A Gabumon tossed a bottle of water to Samantha, and she caught it. Sighing, Samantha took a drink from the bottle.
Samantha: You freaking moron, don’t you bother to (slaps the Gazimon in the back of the head) check these things?! (exasperated semi-growl) Now, I can't get another flight until almost tomorrow afternoon! (sigh) Where am I gonna stay ‘til then?
Samantha went towards the back of the car and leaned up against it. She took another drink of water as a nervous Guilmon stepped outside. Samantha looked up at Guilmon.
Guilmon (voice shaking): Uh, hi.
Samantha: Hello.
Guilmon: Are-are you Samantha?
Samantha: Yes.
Guilmon breathed deeply a few times.
Guilmon (quickly): I’m Guilmon. I’m a big fan of yours.
Samantha: That’s nice.
Guilmon: Listen, are-are-are-are you having car problems?
Samantha: (looks at the front of the car) (sighs) Technically. Stupid Gazimon can't drive. He also didn’t check the tires and he overinflated the one up where he’s standing.
Gazimon: Shouldn’t be too tough to fix, Samantha.
Samantha: It wouldn’t HAVE to be fixed at all if you'd've been paying more attention, you dumbass!
Samantha looked at Guilmon.
Samantha: Sorry.
Guilmon: S’OK. Gazimon don’t make the most reliable servants. Kenmon was constantly ticked off at them for each and every thing when he was the Digimon Emperor.
Samantha: And now, I’ve got the headache. (sigh)
Guilmon: Uh, is this gonna interfere with your schedule?
Samantha: Oooooh, good question.
Samantha sticks her head back inside the SUV through a window.
Samantha: Gabumon, my itinerary.
Gabumon passed Samantha a clipboard and Samantha took it and pulled herself back outside and stood upright. She then walked to Guilmon’s front porch and read her concert schedule on the front patio. Guilmon was a nervous wreck; he’d never been this close to his idol before. Guilmon leaned in and looked at Samantha’s tour stops.
Samantha: Let’s see. The next flight to Charleston leaves at 11:45 tomorrow morning. Takes about three hours and twenty minutes, so that’s 12:45, 1:45, 2:45, 2:55, 3:05 PM arrival in Charleston – providing nothing ELSE hits the fan – and the concert starts at 6:45.
Guilmon: Uh, Samantha?
Samantha: Hmm?
Guilmon: You're looking at the wrong date.
Samantha double-checked the schedule.
Samantha: Good eye. Concert in Charleston starts at… (eyes widen) (enraged) WHAT?!!? 1:30?!!? I won’t even be on the ground by then!!
Samantha looked at the Gazimon, emitting a feral growl. Samantha stomped over to the now-petrified Digimon and smacked him with the clipboard uppercut-style. Guilmon grimaced with pain.
Samantha: YOU BIG DUMBASS!! I gotta cancel a concert because of your stupidity!! That’s it!! You're fired!!
Gazimon backed away from a huffing-and-puffing Samantha. Gabumon stuck his head out the window of the car.
Gabumon: Kinda makes you wish you'd auditioned that Beelzemon.
Samantha nodded as she took another drink from the water bottle.
Samantha: (gulps water down) And the Devimon that e-mailed me last week.
Samantha put the cap back on the bottle and tossed it back to Gabumon. She leaned up against the car, thinking of her next move, when her head floated up and looked at Guilmon.
Guilmon: Uh, um, Samantha-mon?
Samantha: Yeeeees?
A little later, Samantha and her entourage entered the house along with Guilmon. Renamon looked at Samantha and her inner circle enter the kitchen and gasped.
Renamon: You didn’t!
Guilmon: Had to.
Samantha: Well, you’ve got a nice girl here, Guilmon.
Renamon: Why, thank you, Samantha.
Samantha: I’m serious. That moronic Gazimon Guilmon saw me fire hired three female Rhydons to act as my back-up singers. I sing as Little Mrs. Sexy, Uninhibited-By-Conventionality Mistress of Pleasure. I can't do that with a triple Earthquake behind me. I’m thanking God I’m a Flying-type here.
Guilmon: Whoa. That Gazimon really screwed you up, huh, Samantha-mon?
Samantha nodded.
Samantha: Yeah. He'd always been a buffoon, but lately he's just been pooh-poohing minor details that turn into major problems,…
Guilmon: …like the flat tire that landed you in such, uh, crud in the first place, right?
Samantha nodded.
Samantha: That Gazimon. Roscoe is his name. He started out better than I expected, considering his species’ reputation and all. But then, his quality went downhill. I have a massively busy schedule, I have fans who’re waiting for me, (exasperated sigh) and now I gotta cancel a concert in Charleston tomorrow.
Guilmon: How long is this tour, Samantha?
Samantha: I think I’m halfway through it, oh, ‘bout a year long, why?
Guilmon: Well, why not just schedule a make-up date?
Samantha cocked her head to one side.
Gabumon: Let’s see.
Gabumon checks the schedule. After a while,…
Gabumon: Hey! You can just bump the concert over to the day after tomorrow.
Samantha: Really?!
Gabumon: You don’t need to be in Orlando until Thursday at 7:00 PM. You can just re-schedule the Charleston concert for the day after tomorrow, same time, maybe chop the ticket prices in half or something and honor the tickets for tomorrow’s concert,…
Samantha: But, Gabumon!
Gabumon stopped.
Samantha: That would entail me trying to do what I was trying to do tonight the day after tomorrow.
Guilmon: Wait. I may not be too book-smart, but I know Charleston is in South Carolina and Orlando’s in Florida.
Samantha: Those two states are not too far apart. Five hours by bus, maybe less than one if we fly.
Gabumon looked at Guilmon.
Gabumon: You're doing a great job for a species of Digimon that’s supposed to be a bit slow upstairs.
Samantha: Gabumon!!
Gabumon cringed. Guilmon chuckled.
Guilmon: I get it all the time. No big whup.
Samantha chuckled. Samantha then faced Renamon.
Samantha: Got enough to eat, Renamon?
Renamon: Well, maybe. Let me check.
After a while, Samantha, a Dragonite (her agent), a Wigglytuff (her vocal trainer), Gabumon (her assistant), a Nidoqueen (her beautician), a Rhydon and a Machamp (her bodyguards), a Hitmonchan and a Hitmonlee (her exercise therapists), and an Alakazam (her relaxation assistant) were seated at the table, eating dinner. Guilmon was on the phone in another room, a TV tray in front of him.
Guilmon (into phone): Takato-mon, you won’t believe this! remember when I told you about Samantha? She's here! In my house!
Takato (over phone): Congratulations, Guilmon!
Guilmon chuckled and continued talking with Takato as Samantha chuckled.
Dragonite: Well, Sammie baby, we have to iron out some details concerning the content of your next album.
Samantha: You're right. Hmmm. First album, songs for the fellas in the place to get a girl. Second album, songs for the honeys to get a fella. Third album, tribute to Aaliyah. Gee. Hmm.
While Samantha cogitated, the Dragonite got a call on a cell phone.
Dragonite: Hello. Who’s this? Oh, hey, Juan. What’s the trend? (shocked) What? OK, I’ll tell her.
The Dragonite turned the phone off and put it in his pocket.
Dragonite: I’d’ve told you to sit down for this if you weren't already. The trend in music is… (pause) snagging someone of the same gender.
Samantha: Huh?!
Dragonite: Remember Menocia’s album “Rainbow of Love”? (Samantha nodded) It’s sold 7.8 million copies. He's started a revolution, Samantha. We either surrender and call it quits, or we adapt.
Guilmon (from kitchen doorway; he'd gone back to the kitchen for seconds): Why not sign this Menocia onto your label?
Dragonite: I beg your pardon.
Samantha: Hush. Menocia has an independent label.
Guilmon: So? On your roster, he’d be massive.
Samantha: He’s massive already.
Dragonite: Wait. (answers page) Talk. Really? Really? Really?! Well. (hangs up cell phone) Looks like the cards are folding your way, Guilmon. Menocia got dropped from his label and is eying our label.
Guilmon: Bingo!
Samantha squealed with laughter. Then,
Samantha sat Guilmon down next to her.
Renamon sat next to Samantha on the other side and the group finished
their meal. That night, Guilmon and
Renamon were fast asleep in their bedroom when Samantha knocked on the
door. Guilmon woke up.
Guilmon: It’s not locked, come in.
Samantha opened the door and stepped inside.
Guilmon (sitting up): Samantha!
Renamon woke up and sat up.
Renamon: What’s up?
Samantha: Everyone drew cards for the beds downstairs and I lost.
Guilmon chuckled.
Samantha: Can I sleep up here?
Renamon: Sure.
Guilmon: Fine with me.
Samantha: I’m sure.
Samantha climbed in bed between Renamon and Guilmon. Samantha snuggled the two Digimon close to her and fell asleep. Guilmon watched her as she slept.
Guilmon: Such an angel.
Renamon: HEY!
Guilmon: Well, what if Mewtwo-mon were here, huh? You'd be all over him by now.
Renamon: OK, OK, Guilmon, no need to wake her.
Samantha stirred and pushed Guilmon and Renamon closer to her.
Guilmon: Now what?
Renamon: I don’t know.
Samantha (aloud): Oh, yeah. Mewtwo. Yeah, baby. OH! Charla. Yeeeees.
Guilmon: She’s dreaming.
Renamon: I hope you don’t take this as an insult, but I think your idol’s bi.
Guilmon: Not only that, she's dreaming about your idol, Mewtwo.
Renamon: Yeah.
Guilmon: I wonder what we could do for her.
Renamon: Uh, Guilmon, I don’t think it’s a good idea.
Guilmon checked under the covers.
Guilmon: Renamon, Samantha’s naked.
Renamon: Huh?
Renamon peeked under the covers. Sure enough, Samantha was naked.
Renamon: Hmm, you're right. Naked, talking in her sleep about being taken by Mewtwo and a Charla. I think she's dropping hints.
Guilmon: OK, on three, we kiss her.
Renamon: On the cheek.
Guilmon: Right. 1, 2, 3.
Samantha, on three, woke up and the trio shared a passionate three-way kiss.
Guilmon: Whoa! Samantha!
Samantha chuckled.
Samantha: You two didn’t need much coaxing.
Renamon: So, was I right?
Samantha: (chuckle) Nailed it! Mewtwo and Charla join me on tours in the summer and the three of us have wild three-ways in some cities. L.A., Buffalo, Toronto, St. Louis, just to name a few. But Mewtwo and Charla don’t join me very often, and especially not this time of year. (looks at Renamon) I didn’t know you idolized Mewtwo.
Renamon chuckled.
Renamon: He's so sexy.
Samantha: Uh-huh.
Renamon: Perfect voice.
Samantha: Uh-huh.
Renamon: Beautiful eyes.
Samantha: Uh-huh.
Renamon: And absolutely the tenderest lover – outside of my husband – I’ve ever had.
Renamon blissfully sighed.
Samantha: (chuckle) Sounds like you’ve had experience. So,…
Guilmon and Renamon exchanged glances. Then, the two Digimon gulped as Samantha pulled them to her face and kissed them both at once again. Guilmon and Renamon melted into the kiss as Samantha licked their faces alternatingly, Guilmon then Renamon.
Samantha: I need (kisses Renamon) two helpers (licks Guilmon) for my “special” matters. Care to take the job?
Renamon: I thought Gabumon was your personal assistant.
Samantha: Well, I need another “personal” assistant. Or two.
Guilmon: Oh! Like a (clears throat) tide-over for Mewtwo and Charla.
Samantha: You could say that. Renamon, you said you loved Mewtwo, right? I’m sure he’ll love to see you again.
Guilmon: You mean-? Me and Renamon? On tour? With you?
Samantha nodded.
Guilmon and Renamon (hugging Samantha tightly): Of course!
Samantha: Great!
Renamon and Guilmon started licking and kissing Samantha’s face.
Samantha: I would like for Guilmon to start kissing me here. Renamon, could you go a bit lower?
Renamon: Sure.
Renamon’s tongue traveled down Samantha’s body as Samantha and Guilmon kissed each other tenderly.
Guilmon: So, what does Charla sing?
Samantha: She tries to be Tina Turner.
Guilmon: Hmm. Too hard in my opinion.
Samantha: I agree.
Samantha licked Guilmon’s chest and Guilmon gasped. Then it was Samantha’s turn to gasp as Renamon’s tongue worked its way across Samantha’s snatch. Samantha kicked the covers off the bed as Renamon started licking around the inside of Samantha’s cunt.
Samantha: Mmmm, Renamon, yeah, baby.
Renamon slowly turned her body around, engaging Samantha in a 69, Renamon over Guilmon over Samantha. (Author’s Note: Guilmon’s the filling of a girl sandwich. [lucky]) Renamon and Samantha started licking around, and sticking their tongues into, each other’s cunts probing for each other’s clit. Samantha found Renamon’s clit first and flicked her tongue at it. Renamon gasped as she found Samantha’s clit and started flicking her tongue at it in similar fashion. Meanwhile, downstairs, Rhydon and Gabumon woke up and heard the goings-on.
Rhydon: So?
Gabumon: I don’t think Samantha will be lonesome on this tour, or any tour after this one for that matter.
Rhydon chuckled and he and Gabumon went back to sleep. Back upstairs, Guilmon’s member had made an appearance as he was rubbed by Renamon’s fur on his back and Samantha’s body on his front. Samantha looked at it and was stunned.
Samantha: Well now! Guilmon! I’d have to say you're more, uh, “gifted” than Mewtwo.
Guilmon chuckled as Samantha took him out from between her and Renamon, then gasped as Samantha started stroking Guilmon’s shaft. Guilmon started to autonomically buck his hips as Samantha’s hand went down on his rod. Then, Renamon gasped as Samantha’s licking sparked the most powerful orgasm in her life. Renamon’s juices flowed into Samantha’s muzzle, the Charizard gulping them down. Guilmon almost had an orgasm of his own, seeing Renamon and Samantha in their 69. But Samantha, thinking fast, took her hand off Guilmon’s stick and took it into her mouth. Samantha climbed over Guilmon and engaged him in a 69, Samantha over Guilmon. Renamon moved her attention to Samantha’s tail, licking, sucking and playing with it. Samantha gasped as Renamon pleasured her tail. Meanwhile, Guilmon was in heaven as his idol deep-throated his member. The thought of him making love with his favorite performer made him almost orgasm, but Samantha stopped him from firing his load by letting Guilmon’s rod fall out of her mouth. Then, she semi-roared with pleasure as she had her own orgasm, her hot juices flowing into Guilmon’s mouth. Guilmon drank Samantha’s love juice down as if he was a thirsty man in the desert gulping down a canteen full of water. Samantha fell onto the bed on her back, huffing and gasping.
Samantha: DAMN!! Oh, man!! Not even Mewtwo on his best night was able to do that!!
Renamon: Hey!! Don’t dis Mewtwo, Samantha. He's a great lover.
Samantha: Even so, your husband can teach him a few tricks. You, too, Renamon. Like when you flicked your tongue on my clit. Mewtwo’s never done that before.
Guilmon: Oh. Well, how can we “teach” him?
Samantha: (chuckle) He’s a herm, Guilmon, laboratory thing.
Guilmon: Whoa!
Renamon: Well, we’ve come to the part in the show (Samantha laughs) where Guilmon nails you, and I’d be a third wheel here, so…
Samantha grabbed Renamon’s leg with her tail as Guilmon got on top of her. Samantha shook her head and Renamon nodded.
Samantha: Renamon, I need a drink.
Renamon: Oh, you do. Would you like some milk?
Samantha nodded. Renamon seductively walked over to Samantha and Samantha started parting Renamon’s chest fur. Then, Samantha started licking and sucking Renamon’s breast, causing the vixen to gasp. Samantha licked Guilmon’s erection back to full when Guilmon looked at her. Then, as Samantha drank down Renamon’s milk, Guilmon put his lubed shaft at the entrance to Samantha’s cunt. Samantha nodded.
Samantha: Slowly.
Guilmon nodded and pushed the head of his member into Samantha’s snatch. Samantha gasped as Guilmon slowly entered her nether region, throwing her head back in ecstasy. Renamon’s breastmilk flowed into Samantha’s mouth and she lapped it up as best as she could, given that Guilmon had half his shaft inside her most sensitive region. After drinking Renamon’s milk, she nodded at Guilmon, prompting him to go faster. Guilmon slowly sped up his thrusting in-and-out of Samantha, causing them both to gasp and moan. Renamon, feeling slightly left out, started fingering herself. Guilmon looked at Renamon questioningly until Renamon orgasmed into a cup. Renamon then took a mouthful of her juices and applied them to Guilmon’s pole using her tongue like a paintbrush.
Samantha: Whoa!
Guilmon: Yeowza! This is an all-time kinky record for Renamon; she's NEVER done this before.
Samantha: I see. Rather weird-looking, but…
Renamon’s unusual lube-job on Guilmon’s shaft triggered Guilmon to speed up more than he was, causing Samantha to squeal out in extreme pleasure.
Samantha: SO WHAT?! THIS IS GREAT!! OH, GUILMON, DON’T STOP! FASTER, FASTER, FASTER!
Guilmon did as he was told, his and Samantha’s breathing becoming ragged as Guilmon pounded Samantha’s cunt faster and faster. Renamon, finished lubing Guilmon’s shaft up, laid down on top of Samantha and kissed her. Samantha licked Renamon’s face until her fur was matted to her skin as Guilmon thrusted his pole the final few times into Samantha’s cunt. Guilmon felt his orgasm building up in his loins as the pleasure from everything around him sent his hormones on a wild ride. Within seconds, Guilmon shoved his shaft into Samantha to the hilt and fired shot after shot of his seed into her, causing Samantha to roar with the pleasure she was feeling. Guilmon roared as well, a Pyrosphere flying out of his mouth and bouncing around several times before flying out the window. Samantha laughed – when she wasn’t gasping for air, that is – as the fiery pinball bounced around the room.
Samantha: Does that (gasp) happen (huff) all the time?
Renamon nodded.
Renamon: We heat-treated everything and keep the window open for a reason.
Samantha: So, I see.
Samantha pulled Guilmon and Renamon close to her, huffing and gasping from Guilmon’s treatment.
Samantha: That was unbelievable!
Guilmon: Thank you, Samantha.
Samantha: No one’s ever given it to me like that before. I’m thoroughly impressed with both of you.
Guilmon: Gee, thanks, Samantha-mon.
Samantha laughed.
Samantha: Samantha-mon? Cutie!
Samantha cuddled Guilmon close to her. Renamon got in bed and cuddled Guilmon and Samantha.
Renamon: This is one instance where I don’t mind sharing. (sigh) Well, the covers are history.
Guilmon looked behind him. The ricocheting Pyrosphere burned the covers.
Samantha: Tut-tut, watch this.
Samantha wrapped her wings around the two Digimon.
Guilmon: Ooooh. Warm. Aaaaah.
Samantha chuckled as Guilmon and Renamon snuggled close to her. The three then went to sleep. The next day, Samantha and her entourage were in the family room.
Gabumon: There! Man, fixing a tire. Never thought that would be so tough.
Guilmon walked downstairs.
Guilmon: Should’ve got me to help you, Gabumon.
Gabumon: Well, the three of you looked so cute together, I didn’t want to disturb you. Thing is, I heard a lot of roaring up there, what the heck was that?
Guilmon, Samantha and Renamon looked at each other and laughed. Gabumon cocked his head to one side.
Gabumon: OoooooooK.
Samantha: So, shall we get going?
Renamon: Uh-huh.
Guilmon: Let’s rock-and-roll.
Samantha and her entourage laughed as Samantha wrapped her arm around Guilmon and Renamon and led them to her car.
Guilmon: Can we swing by Takato-mon’s house? I wanna have him, Rika, Henry, and Terriermon join us, too.
Samantha: I can't see why not.
Renamon: Great!
A chuckling Guilmon and Renamon got in the back with Samantha and the car drove away.
The End – until they get to the next city, that is. (heh, heh)
This is to be part one of a series. The other parts will come at a later date.
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Date/Time Started: 2-16-2003 01:14:35 AM
Date/Time Completed: 2-16-2003 16:19:08 PM