~Disclaimer~
I don’t own Digimon. If I were some rich anime creator making money off a
perfectly-fine-the-way-it-is cartoon, I wouldn’t be writing lemons like I am
now. Which brings me to another point. Lemons. Chances are, you didn’t find
this story by searching for lemonade recipes, but if by some bizarre twist
of fate this is an accident, then let me elaborate: Lemons, in this case,
are stories about sex. There’s actually more to it than that, but anyone who
was scared off by the sex comment wouldn’t stick around to listen to me
babble about the artistic liberties of a well-made sex story anyway.

If you truly love these stories I’m writing, and I slow down, feel free to
e-mail me and kick me into shape. I don’t exactly do this for a living, so
there’s not too much motivation. I just do it when I feel like it. The
e-mail’s at the bottom of the lemon.

I’m a pessimist, so I think this story royally sucks. Please feel free to
tell me otherwise, and constructive criticisms are always welcome, but keep
the flaming to a minimum. I just got a nice, clean, new e-mail address, and
I don’t want it filled with complaints on a story I wrote one Sunday morning
because I was bored.

With that out of the way, sit back, relax, and always let your penis be your
guide.

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Chapter 1

It was late. Probably something like 1 AM, but I didn’t care. I stayed up
most of the night, unlike the fellow digimon I knew. Guilmon was probably
sleeping. Or stuffing his face with that moldy bread Takato brought him. Who
knows what Terriermon was doing. Sleeping would be the best guess, but you
never knew with that card…
        I patrol the city each night looking for digimon that might have broke
through. They usually choose the night. Guilmon and the others didn’t know
what they were missing. A real challenge, that’s what. They got nothing of
the real stuff during the day. I liked the true challenge of the
night-digimon.
        Tonight was no different; digimon of all sorts appearing, about twelve so
far. All of them were too easy, though. I needed a real challenge.
        That’s when I saw it; the cloud of inter-dimensional gas that held a
digimon. This was different, however. It was bigger, and almost green in
hue. I didn’t care, though. Maybe the green meant more of a risk.
        I stepped through. I couldn’t see the digimon right away, but he could have
been hiding.

“Show yourself.” I said.
“Oh, but that would be no fun…” Said a high-pitched, squeaky voice.
“I can fight you anyway.”
“I highly doubt that.”

The word ‘that’ pierced the air like a spear in my ears. It echoed through
what seemed like my very soul. The echo got louder in my ears, and with each
reverberation it sent a wave of heat through my ears. Then the heat spread.
First, my whole head was swimming with heat, then my neck, and then it
spread to my chest. Once it got there, it almost felt good. I knew my
relatively small breasts, covered by my chest fur, were a source of
pleasure, but I could usually suppress any urges I had during a battle. This
was somehow different. I let out a small moan as my chest heated up even
more. My nipples perked through my chest fur, and became hard as rock.
Finally, the heat started to spread again. I wondered in the back of my head
why I wasn’t being attacked by the mystery digimon while I was just standing
there, but I almost didn’t care. This sensation was so strange, and I
couldn’t attack if I tried.
        The heat spread lower and lower, and I was afraid of what would happen if
it reached my crotch. I grabbed between my legs, as if I could stop it, but
it was no use. The pleasuring heat spread to my pussy. First the tips of my
lips were tingled, and then I let out a scream as it shot deep inside my
vagina. In a second, I was dripping with wetness. At this point, I was so
horny; I would have fucked the digimon that was no doubt getting a kick out
of watching me.
“W-what’s h-happening?!” I managed to scream.
“I’m just having a little fun with you.” Said the voice.
“Y-you’re doing this?” I growled.
“Tell her what she’s won, Johnny. You should be much more cleaver than that
with all the digimon you fight…”
“Stop it r-right now…”
“Oh, I’m afraid I can’t do that. The only way you can stop it is to leave
this cloud, or fuck me. You see, every time you get into a fight, an
argument, or any type an emotion of any kind from now on, you’ll get so
horny that you may very well die if you don’t fuck something.”
“You’re sick.”
“Ho-ho! That I may be, but I executed this bit of perverted-ness quite well,
I’d say. Now… what will it be? Screw me, or leave a battle?”
“I’m NOT having sex with you.”
“On the flip side, I’d bet money you’re not willing to leave, either. Do
what you please, but that heat you’re experiencing won’t go away until
either you spontaneously combust, or fuck something. I’d also like to note
that if you do fuck me, I’d be happy to go back to the digital world, and
maybe even upgrade you.”

        I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t care if this freak was a regular prince
charming. I wasn’t going to fuck him. Then again, if he WERE hot, at least
it wouldn’t be so bad…

“At least show yourself.” I moaned.
“Now we’re getting somewhere…” He chuckled.

Since I was on the ground, moaning my head off, the first thing I saw was
his feet. They were brown, elf-like shoes, curled at the tip, only missing
the stereotypical jingling bells. As I started up his body with my eyes, I
saw that he was wearing what appeared to be a brown robe, but it wasn’t
buttoned to I could easily see his brown, hairy legs and the tan loincloth
he was wearing underneath. He was thin, and hairy all over. His robe had a
tall collar that went up to where his ears would be, if he had any. He had a
hairy face and two yellow, glowing, orb-like eyes with no visible mouth or
nose. To top it off, he had two moth-like antennas on his head.

“I’m not having sex with that.” I managed to mumble.
“Ho-ho! Well, make up your mind, because I can see your body is reaching its
limit.”

        I looked down and saw that my body was not only sopping wet (I didn’t even
knew that I sweat!) but was turning a slightly reddish glow. I had to leave,
since I wasn’t fucking that. And I couldn’t fight, so my plan was clear: I
had to run and fight another day.
        I slowly got up. My legs felt like jell-o, and my pussy was almost flowing
with juices. Luckily, I was just inside the cloud, so a few steps and I’d be
out. I fell to my knees.

“I can’t do it.” I sobbed.
“I’d have to agree with you.” Said the digimon in a serious tone, if he was
capable of that.

        But I wasn’t going to give up. I started to crawl on my hands and knees. I
was a few feet away. I fell again, this time crashing onto my stomach,
flattening my rock-hard nipples painfully. I used the last of my strength to
drag myself out of the cloud.
        The second I was out, the heat started to let up. I looked back, and the
green cloud was starting to disappear.

“I probably should have told you…” Said the digimon’s voice, “I would have
lifted this curse if you screwed me.” He cackled, “But now, I’m afraid
you’re stuck with this.”

        And the cloud was gone.

“Shit.” I managed to utter, then dropped my head in exhaustion…

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