Here it is. The fifth lemon in the “Enter: Falcon” series. It took me a while longer than I would have liked, but it’s done. Yay.
Renamon gets a surprise from Rika after meeting up with Impmon’s new form, and realizes that what had happened almost a week before had come back for her a second time. Meanwhile, Falcon is taught a new meaning of pain by the devil Digimon, a meaning he will never want to learn again…
Digimon is © Toei. Falcon and MegaMechadramon are still © 4I Falcon, as is Sixesmon. Don’t say they’re your own ideas, because I will come to your house, rip your eye out with a rusty spoon, and proceed to skull-fuck you. (Not really. That just sounded intimidating enough.)
This lemon is 18+. Don’t read this if you’re not over the age of majority, as it contains two scenes of graphic… uh, stuff. So there. (Yeah. As if I care if you read it… that’s what I wrote it for, isn’t it?)
Impmon woke with a start on the cold floor, still in the circle of light surrounded by what seemed to be the endless fields of darkness. His mind seemed to be hazy, and he couldn’t remember much from the time before he passed out. He could easily remember his little sexual event with the beautiful Impemon… but he had no idea how long he had been unconscious, or what time of day it was at all. Not surprisingly, Impemon had disappeared from his side, leaving him all alone in the light.
He sat upright, and blinked a few times. There was an aching pain in the back of his head, and he winced as it lanced at his brain with white-hot pokers. He grimaced, trying to take in what little there was around him.
And he awakens.
“MegaMechadramon? Wha… what happened? Am I dead?” His voice sounded deeper to him, and with a tinge of malice attached to it, despite the tone he had intended to have when he asked the question.
Far from it. The evolution is complete. You are now in a higher form than you have ever been before. You have been bestowed with unforeseen power, more than any being, digital or not, has ever had.
He rubbed the back of his skull, to mollify the throbbing pain banging away at his head. His thin eyes twitched as each throb felt like someone was hammering a stake into his brain.
He slowly came to realize that while his right hand was massaging his head, his right hand was also resting on the ground, supporting his sitting position.
The viral Digimon gasped out loud, partly in surprise, partly in horror, but mostly in astonished glee. Looking down at his right shoulder, and then at his left, he saw that where there had used to be one arm, there were now two in each shoulder, for a total of four. He smiled.
The now-not-so-small devil Digimon stood up slowly, examining every aspect of his new body. He was slightly shorter than his Daemon form, and not as overly thickened by muscular bulk, but his white chest- and ventral fur displayed well-defined muscles, lying in wait underneath, ready to strike at any moment. His four arms seemed lanky to him, and he could easily encircle one of his forearms with another of his claws, but he knew instinctively that they held more brute strength than they appeared to be able to. His legs, on the other hand, actually looked powerful. They were almost three times the thickness of his arms, and he could feel energy surging through the heavy muscles of his legs.
He looked up into the darkness, searching for the two telltale dots of red light. “MegaMechadramon?”
The eyes appeared, a bit off to his left. Yes?
“You did this? Changed my body like this?”
I did. Do you like your new Sixesmon form?
“Hell yeah! I should have done this two freakin’... uh, a whole... um, a long time ago! This… this is what I’ve wanted for the longest time!”
I’m glad you took to it so well.
“Sixesmon, huh? Sounds pretty intimidating to me. Oh, by the way... the four arms idea is a nice touch.”
That was actually your own doing. Your genetic response to my mechanically induced evolution was to multiply your arms. Essentially, you determined it yourself, although not in any way you could control.
“I’m going to pretend I understood what you just said. So, when do I get to use my new body? I’m in great need to cause some chaos.”
Now, if you wish. I have reopened your passageway back to the city, so that you may... field-test your new form.
Sixesmon rubbed two of his hands together maliciously, as a light shone from far away in the darkness. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun...!”
With that, he headed towards the light of the city basking in the afternoon sun, fully intent on wreaking havoc on the innocents outside. He glanced backwards but once, and then disappeared.
“Rika?”
“Yes, Renamon?”
“I think you would want to see this.”
“See what?”
One glance at the television illustrated what exactly “this” was. A news report was on, and the report was not on anything short of bewildering.
A black monster, which Rika had learned to always designate as a Digimon, was raising hell in the city. He was destroying anything that happened to be in his way, and almost everything that wasn’t, with a vengeance. Cars were flipped into the air, concrete was cratered, and anything weak enough immediately disintegrated as the dark Digimon tore through it. The reporter was frantically trying to make sense of his own sentences, but he seemed unable to get more than three words out at a time.
As the Digimon flew by the reporter and cameraman, vaporizing a bus stop on his way past, a certain building flashed by the eye of the camera, one that Rika recognized. “Hey! That Digimon isn’t far from here!”
“How do you know?”
“One of the buildings... it’s just a few blocks away from here. If we left now, we could get to where he is in less than ten minutes.”
“And we are still here because...?”
“Because we haven’t left yet. Come on, let’s go!”
Within seconds, they had left the house, and were on the search for the devil Digimon.
It didn’t take too long to find Sixesmon, considering that he was coming straight towards the fox Digimon and her Tamer as they turned the corner on the block. But he was coming faster than they had expected. He was actually springing off of buildings, leaping from one side of the road to the other, and putting large craters in the brick walls of the buildings he launched himself from. Bricks fell from above as he pounced from one building to the next, and shattered on the cement sidewalk below. People ran in all directions away from the one-mon wrecking crew.
With one glance downward, Sixesmon saw Rika and Renamon on the sidewalk below, watching as he made his rapid approach. They weren’t doing anything interesting, but he could tell that Renamon was preparing to attack. He dropped to the asphalt road, purposely leaving a large, cracked dent in the ground, and charged, on foot, straight towards the pair.
Renamon made her move as soon as Sixesmon hit the ground. He was closing fast, but Renamon was convinced that she was faster. Raising her hands in front of her, she summoned a good portion of her energy into her attack.
“Diamond St– glrrk!”
Sixesmon had covered the short distance to Renamon before she could finish her words, grabbed her by the neck, and jumped high into the air, in one swift movement. The devil Digimon’s momentum continued to carry the both of them forward down the street, and Sixesmon lifted Renamon up and over his head, completely flipping her over, as they soared through the air. Rika watched in horrified awe as the pair reached the peak of the jump, and began the twenty-foot descent back to the ground. After a plunge that seemed to last an eternity, Renamon landed, with Sixesmon still holding her by the neck, on the asphalt road with a sickening crunch.
“Aaarraaaaaggghh!” Renamon screamed out in anguish. The pain ripped through her body like a chainsaw, and her whole being felt like it was being wrenched apart by the indomitable agony. The fox Digimon had not only smashed into the hard asphalt, but also had actually gone six inches under the surface of the road, which seemed to amplify the grinding pain.
Sixesmon had not yet let go of Renamon’s neck, and he held the fox Digimon down by the throat, glaring down at her quaking form. “Don’t stand in my way, little vixen; I have more important matters to tend to than you.”
Then, his attention shifted from her face to her white mane. His lower set of arms, at first supporting his hovering position above Renamon, slowly descended on the long, white fur that disguised the pair of ample breasts underneath. Mockingly caressing Renamon’s tits through her mane, he added, with a wink, “But don’t you worry, toots; I’ll be coming back for you, later.”
With one final push on Renamon’s neck, the devil Digimon let go of her, and bolted from the scene, faster than he had been going before.
Rika ran over to Renamon, with anxiety stamped on her face. “Renamon! Are you alright?”
Renamon was still lying, half-paralyzed, in the hole she had made in the asphalt. Through gritted teeth, she gasped out, “If I were human I’d be dead. As it is, I definitely don’t think I’ll be fit for battling anytime soon.” She groaned in anguish. “Rrrrgg… I’ve never seen Impmon like this… this powerful before.”
Rika was taken aback. “That was Impmon?!”
Renamon nodded weakly. “It was, indeed… something, or somemon, changed him into that four-armed son of a bitch. I barely managed to scan him while I was taking freefall lessons by the neck. That Digimon that attacked me is one of Impmon’s new forms, known as Sixesmon. It’s one of the many species of Digimon that shouldn’t even exist.”
Rika was stunned. “Shouldn’t…?”
“However, just because they shouldn’t exist doesn’t necessarily mean they don’t. Rrrghn…”
Rika gasped again, in apparent realization of just how much pain her Digimon was in, and extended a hand to try to pull Renamon out of her six-inch grave. Renamon came up without any great problem, but had trouble staying on her feet, and she swayed back and forth slightly as she stood. She finally collapsed on Rika, using her as a crutch, and the two slowly made their way back home.
Once back at Rika’s house, Renamon flopped weakly onto the couch with a moan of pain. She wasn’t there for long, as she leapt up again with a startled yelp. It felt like something had stabbed her when she had laid herself down.
Rika was as startled as Renamon, and she had almost splashed boiling water on herself, considering she was holding the kettle of water in one hand. She looked at her Digimon, heart racing from the sudden shock. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Something... I think something cut me when I lay down on the couch. Ow...”
Renamon had her back to Rika when she had jumped back from the couch. As a result, Rika could easily see the long, red gash creasing her Digimon’s right buttock. “Oh my god!”
The fox Digimon turned to look at her Tamer. “What?”
Rika pointed at the mean-looking gash. “Your right... your leg!”
Renamon looked down to her right. There, extending from her right hip, in a diagonal down to her inner thigh, was a line of reddened fur, about half an inch wide. She was obviously surprised at it, and had not noticed it there before. Now, however, it stung, and when she moved her right leg it felt like the wound was pulling back.
Rika was already at the sink, soaking a washcloth in warm water. “Lucky thing I learn from what I see on T.V.… here, lie down on the couch. On your stomach this time, though.”
The Digimon was puzzled, but followed her Tamer’s commands. She tentatively lay down, with her back exposed, on the couch. Rika gently laid the warm, moist cloth on Renamon’s wound, and the fox Digimon winced as some pressure was applied to cleanse the lesion in her leg. Rika sat down on the couch, next to Renamon, and slightly adjusted the cloth so it would cover more of the deep red line. “I think this is what you’re supposed to do, anyway.”
After a minute of soaking the wound on Renamon’s buttock, Rika posed a question. “Do Digimon heal like us humans do?”
“Most of us do. Not surprisingly, the robot types don’t, nor the rock types. Only the organic types, like myself, Guilmon, and Terriermon, possess the ability to heal ourselves. Other than that, yes, we heal like you do. Our digital blood clots if there is damage to a vessel, it takes a few days to heal a scar, and we move on.”
“Ah.” Rika said nothing more, but instead stared into space, as if trying to decide on a matter she would rather keep to herself.
“Renamon…”
“Yes?”
“That night… when you…” Rika paused, hesitating momentarily. “When you… y’know… touched me…”
Renamon blinked. So she did know, after all. The fox Digimon was also hesitant to answer. “Yes? What about it?”
“Well… why did you do it?”
Renamon stared awkwardly down at the cushions that made up the couch. “I… I don’t know. Well, yes I do. You must have been having some dream, because you started… touching me before I even moved. I just felt like I had to repay the favour, that’s all.”
“And you did...”
“Yes.”
Then, Renamon noticed that sweet, musky smell again. It wasn’t a strong, wafting odour, but there was a tinge of it here and there. As Renamon sniffed at it, more and more of the scent seemed to permeate the air.
She almost fell off the couch with shock when she felt a soft, tender caress along her perineum, the area between her two entrances. The spot tingled with anticipation as the gentle touch moved back up, then down again. “Would you... do it again? For me?”
Renamon tried desperately to say something, but the words stranded on the tip of her tongue refused to come out. The stinging twangs of pain from the wound on her buttock were completely surpassed by the sensations of pleasure rippling up her body.
“Please?” Rika almost seemed to be begging her Digimon for what she wanted. Renamon hesitated again before giving her answer.
“Y... Yes, I will,” Renamon replied quietly.
The fox Digimon could barely make out a nearly silent “Thank you.”, and then the soft, stroking feeling of Rika’s finger moved from her perineum to the entrance of her slit. It lingered there momentarily, and then moved all the way across her lips to the top of her beautiful love hole, where it found the hard bud of her clit. Rika had barely begun to lay her finger upon Renamon’s clit when the Digimon felt the tender touch there. Unconsciously, Renamon began to massage her modest tits, touching and rubbing her hard nipples stimulatingly. Rika caressed Renamon’s whole pussy, up and down, just the way she would have liked it herself. It proved to work for Renamon too, as the fox Digimon shuddered in ecstasy. Rika slid her fingers in and out of Renamon’s hole once, then twice, then again and again. Renamon began to moan in pleasure, and her moans became progressively louder and more passionate as Rika continued to masturbate her Digimon.
Renamon, forgetting about her wound, rolled onto her back as another shiver of ecstasy overtook her. She beckoned for her Tamer to lay down flat upon her, and Rika sent her fingers diving into Renamon’s wet cunt once more before laying herself on the Digimon. Renamon moved one of her feet off of the couch, and extended her other leg down the length of the couch, leaving her beautiful love hole spread wide open. Rika admired the view for a few moments, then lowered her head to her Digimon’s delicious pussy as she felt Renamon’s claws fumbling to undo her pants button. Before Renamon had successfully unbuttoned her Tamer’s jeans, Rika had extended her tongue to her open hole, and was busying herself by lovingly licking the glistening, pink insides of Renamon’s perfect pussy. Rika felt shudder after shudder course its way up Renamon’s body as her pants loosened around her waist, and dug her tongue as far into Renamon’s dripping pussy as it would go as the Digimon slowly inched her pants down her long, gorgeous legs. After her pants had been dropped, Renamon reached again, this time for her panties. The musky smell that had dotted the air earlier was now coming on full force, and it pervaded the air around them completely as Renamon carefully slid Rika’s panties off of her waist, exposing her Tamer’s beautiful cunt. Pulling Rika’s femininity closer to her, Renamon buried her nose deep in Rika’s crotch, making the girl gasp in surprised delight. The fox Digimon’s nose continued to burrow into Rika’s love hole, and the smell that had at first driven her crazy with lust now seemed to be trying to suffocate her, but she didn’t care. Ever so slowly, Renamon’s nose exchanged places with her tongue, and she did the same as Rika had been doing to her, licking gently up and down the lips of Rika’s tender pussy, causing her to twitch every time Renamon’s rough tongue passed over her clit. Renamon’s hands found their way under Rika’s shirt, and they caressed her small tits lovingly and carefully. Her nipples were already hard as small pebbles, and she fondled them as gently as she would had they been her own.
Rika was the first to come. The girl exploded into orgasm, spraying her juices almost directly into Renamon’s mouth, and coating everything from her nose to her neck in the sticky, sweet-smelling liquid. The smell and taste of the stuff was overpowering, and a few seconds later Renamon came as well, creating a small, short-lived fountain of cum, which Rika eagerly drank from.
A few seconds passed, in which Renamon busied herself by cleaning Rika’s juices from her fur with her tongue. The taste of Rika’s cum brought back hazy memories and forgotten dreams, and all of the abject feelings of nostalgia almost brought her to orgasm a second time. It’s the small things, she thought to herself, that really matter...
Rika slowly rolled off of Renamon’s warm body, pulling her pants up in a swift movement. She began to move away from Renamon, who was still lying on the couch; then she stopped, turned around, and fell to one knee. Lifting her Digimon’s chin with her hand, Rika enveloped Renamon’s mouth with her own, and her tongue immediately began to seek purchase in Renamon’s mouth, as did Renamon’s in hers. The passionate kiss lasted for more than a few seconds, until Rika gradually removed herself from Renamon. She stood up again, and quietly whispered, “I love you, Renamon.”
Then she disappeared from the room.
Sixesmon, after defeating Renamon with one quick, easy air-drop, pounded his way down one of the city’s many streets, his feet leaving huge craters in the asphalt road. A fire burned in his eyes, despite that the high sun had been obscured by a dark cloud, and he felt like he knew everything around him. He had, as Impmon, been through this area countless times, but he had never given it a second thought.
Until now.
Sixesmon was running on autopilot, and his autopilot was guiding him from street to silent street. News of the two Digimon’s brief but vicious encounter had spread around the city, and the innocent citizens had hidden themselves inside their homes to avoid becoming targets for the raging black monster. Several blockades had been set up by the police and the various authorities, but they proved to be no match for Sixesmon’s attack, the Crack of Doom. Police forces had to scramble out of the way as their cruisers exploded around them, struck by speeding balls of dark electricity cast from Sixesmon’s four hands. The dark Digimon could not, and would not, be stopped.
It was ironic that the same force that had drawn Renamon to Falcon less than three days ago was now guiding Sixesmon, and that force seemed to eminate from a particular building, on which Sixesmon was closing fast. The dilapidated structure that Falcon hid himself in, co-ordinated all of his operations from, and had made his home, Sixesmon had made his target. The building in question entered his field of vision as he veritably flew down the empty road, and, like a black streak of lightning, he charged at the door.
Falcon had been asleep before Sixesmon had attacked. He had awakened a long while after passing out on the floor, navigated to a small cot in the corner of the room, and fallen unconscious again. He could hardly think at all, let alone think coherently. He didn’t bother to try to continue tinkering or coding or doing anything at all; he simply dragged himself to his bed, and got himself in only seconds before losing all traces of consciousness.
Now, he was jolted back to awareness as the door to his concealed base exploded inwards, and pieces of the destroyed door flew forwards, destroying nigh on everything in their various paths. By the time Falcon had realized what was going on, Sixesmon was already in, and looking back and forth like a mad bloodhound. All that would be needed to complete the picture of a rabid animal searching for its frightened prey would be foam flecking Sixesmon’s ravenous mouth.
Falcon immediately went to activate his wristwatch blade. However, since his wristwatch, along with the blade’s hilt still attached to the top of it, was still lying on his workstation table, he grabbed thin air in his hand, and he looked down at his wrist, as if it had betrayed him. He looked up towards his worktable, and realized that directly between him and his weapon stood the enraged Sixesmon.
As Sixesmon turned to find Falcon again, the young human put up his fists, as if preparing for a fight. Sixesmon laughed uproariously as Falcon did this, as the Digimon was almost one-and-a-half times the size of the human, and could very easily kill, let alone defeat, Falcon if he wanted. The demonic Digimon strode towards Falcon, with a cocky smile on his face. He spoke disarmingly, but in an intimidating way at that. “So, we meet again, Falcon. It’s been a while.”
“Not long enough,” Falcon responded through gritted teeth, cutting off his words through a cross of anger and fear. “I was hoping you’d have learned your lesson, by now, Impmon; go back to the Digital World, where you belong, and I won’t hurt you anymore.”
“Hurt me? Ptah!” Sixesmon spat at Falcon, narrowly missing his feet. “You hardly even size up to me, you pathetic little pipsqueak! And in case you haven’t noticed, you don’t ever call me Impmon again; I’m Sixesmon now, and I’ll always be Sixesmon from now on!”
All the while that Sixesmon had been bellowing out his taunts, he had been moving towards Falcon, and was less than a foot away when Falcon put himself into action. Quicker than lightning, he swung a strong right fist at Sixesmon’s middle, hoping to catch him by surprise, and maybe even break something. However, Sixesmon was faster than Falcon, and the dark Digimon caught his hand in mid-swing. Desperate, Falcon tried his other hand, but it had about as much effect as his first attempt. Now, with both hands ensnared, Falcon was helpless to attack; through his sudden wave of panic at having both arms disabled with seemingly no effort at all, he didn’t even consider using a kick to try to disable Sixesmon’s legs. Falcon only barely caught the smirk on Sixesmon’s face before he was shot backwards, with a sudden blast of pain jostling his ribcage; Sixesmon had used his lower pair of arms to deliver a doubled blow to Falcon’s chest, and had he put even one iota of extra force into the punch, it would have split at least one of the human’s ribs in half.
Falcon began to stand again, but much more slowly. A thin trickle of blood was issuing from the side of his mouth, and he wiped it off coolly. But, before Falcon was even fully upright again, Sixesmon was overtop of him, and he threw a backhand punch at Falcon’s face with such force that it sent him spinning like a top, pivoting on one foot as he careened across the room. He finally fell again, and he hit the cold floor with an unnatural thud.
Falcon tried to get upright again, but only managed to lift himself to his hands and knees, panting and coughing. He had his back turned to Sixesmon, who was still laughing, and even though he wiped the blood off of his chin, more flowed from his mouth to replace it.
Suddenly, Sixesmon had an idea. An idea that would permanently avenge all of his pain and suffering, his losses, and his humiliations. Best of all, Falcon would never have seen it coming, and that’s what made it so perfect.
Sixesmon strode unperturbedly to Falcon’s coughing form, with his impudent smirk still hovering about his face. Falcon looked backwards at him and spat, but the projectile fell miserably short of the devil Digimon. “Do what you will with me, you mouth-whoring monstrosity of a Digimon… it’s not like it matters anymore.”
“Oh really?!” Sixesmon’s temperament had reverted from that of a casual assassin back to the ravenous bloodhound. The fire in his eyes had returned, and if he had been thinking straight, it would have scared him as much as it scared Falcon.
“So it doesn’t matter anymore that you stole Renamon away from me? Twice?! Both times, when I had her right in my grasp! It doesn’t matter that you’ve foiled me at every turn! It doesn’t matter that you’re Captain High-and-Mighty, defending the world from the forces of evil! Well, I’ll show you just what the forces of evil can – and will – do for revenge!”
Sixesmon hooked one finger into the back of Falcon’s pants, and pulled with a mighty power that even he didn’t know he had. Both Falcon’s jeans and his underwear came away with Sixesmon’s claw, and Falcon was left half-naked on the floor, his virgin ass exposed to the evil Digimon, who already had his raging cock halfway out. It had only grown to six of its full nine inches, and it was still expanding as Falcon watched it, the expression on his face changing from dejected confidence to sheer terror.
“No… You wouldn’t! You can’t!”
“Can’t I?!” Sixesmon roared. With that, he plunged his dick deep into Falcon’s asshole, causing the young human to scream out in pain, just like the way Renamon did when he put a hole into the road with her body. His dick dug nine full inches into Falcon’s insides, and it felt like the long rod was ripping away at him, tearing away at his ass. Falcon couldn’t get away, though: Sixesmon’s four clawed hands were gripping him tightly by the shoulders and waist, immobilizing him completely. Falcon cried out in pain every time Sixesmon thrusted further into him, and nearly threw up as the already intolerable pain grew to impossible heights.
“This is what it feels like to be defeated! To be destroyed ripped apart by your enemy! And no one – no one! – is going to stop me this time, Falcon! No one!” Sixesmon bellowed, pushing himself deeper and deeper into the unwilling Falcon’s tail end. Falcon could only gasp, and sob in agony, as Sixesmon pierced him, digging at his inside.
Finally, just as Falcon thought he was going to die from the pain emanating from his inside, Sixesmon came, his pole throbbing inside Falcon. The warm liquid seemed to flow up through Falcon’s body, and the feeling of it inside him made him sick. Sixesmon withdrew himself from Falcon’s ass, and there was some blood streaking long, red lines down his slowly shrinking dick. Falcon could only be extremely grateful for not being forced to suck Sixesmon off after the devil Digimon released into his rear entrance. Falcon fell flat on the ground, after his arms and legs finally gave out. Sixesmon chuckled at the young man’s anguish.
“I can see you’ve learned your lesson, you pathetic little worm,” Sixesmon snickered. He looked around the room, taking in all of the technological splendour Falcon had immersed himself in. An evil grin appeared on his face. “Ah, but I don’t think I’ve finished teaching it. I believe extra credit is owed where extra credit is due…!”
He set his footing, preparing himself for a massive energy discharge. Namely, his special attack. “Crack of Doom!”
A black shockwave of dark energy surged out from Sixesmon’s body. It didn’t strike Falcon as it reached him, but, unfortunately, Falcon was one of the few things that the blast didn’t hit. Computers were instantly vapourized, desks were flipped end over end, and everything flew into the air in a great jumble of things, crashing down again, and breaking open upon contact with the hard granite floor.
Falcon had not realized nor seen any of this happening; he was lying on his side, in a fetal position, twitching uncontrollably. His eyes were wide open and glazed over, and the pupils of his eyes had shrunk to pinpoints as he stared off into space. Sixesmon glanced at him, obviously slightly disturbed by Falcon’s temporary bizarre behaviour. Looking around once more to give the havoc he had caused the once over, Sixesmon scoffed, then strode out the broken doors, leaving Falcon paralyzed with the anguish within himself, shuddering spastically on the cold, hard floor.
Three hours later, Falcon had retrieved himself from his state of half-consciousness. Looking over the damage Sixesmon had brought upon everything he had, his eyes darkened dangerously, and his mouth was downturned in a fearful grimace. He paced over to one of the upturned tables near the far end of the room, and vaulted over it. From where he had landed, he retrieved his wristwatch blade, and strapped it onto his wrist.
“You should have killed me while you had the chance, Sixesmon,” he growled to the empty room. “But now your time has run out. The Falcon will have you soon enough, and I do not take very kindly to those who have brought harm upon me or any of the other Digidestined.”
He glared fiercely towards the open door. His eyes had changed from their normal brown to a glowing blood red.
“This ends now, Sixesmon. When I find you, you will die.”
Then he was gone.
Whee.
What a contrast. Yuri to yaoi without even stopping to take a breath. I’ve never done that before, and by the looks of it I’m probably never going to do it again.
Greetz go out to Raab the Undertaker and the people who read this. Hope you enjoyed it.
L8rz!
- 4IF