Warning: If you are under 18, offended by Digimon hentai, or... anything illegal, please turn yourself in to the nearest police department for reading this story. You naughty, naughty, sick little child!

This story came to me... oddly in a dream. I knew it was a sign because I hadn't dreamt in years. So, the very next day, I began writing this story (after filling in the blanks of the plot that is). I would like to start off this dream story with a quote:

Although death may take you, lust lives on forever. Even if some do not want it to.

Renamon scoured the Tokyo suburbs from a house rooftop. She watched for any abnormalities in the vicinity and listened for the slightest hint that Rika needed her assistance. She sighed, having nothing to keep her entertained. Renamon sat down on the roof and closed her eyes, beginning to go into meditation. She became totally relaxed and calm, not moving except for her fur ruffling every once in a while in the wind.

Suddenly, a voice cried out in her mind. Not the usual shrill cry of her tamer, but deeper, more troubled. She felt very light all of a sudden and opened her eyes. She was surrounded by white blankness. The shout was gone and she was alone. She glanced around.

"Is... is this inner peace?" She said aloud, surprised. She gave a deep breath and sighed.

"Well, it certainly is peaceful." She admitted, closing her eyes. Suddenly, she heard another growl. Renamon's eyes opened. She wasn't alone. There was a large figure lying a little way away. It was a Digimon. It was a huge dragon-type with black armor. He looked like he was in severe pain. He gave another cry as he threw his head back. Renamon jumped slightly, sensing his immense power.

"Get it out... GRAAAAGH! GET IT OUT!" He wailed, grasping his head. Renamon shook off her fear and thrust forward, floating towards him.

"What's wrong? What is hurting you?"

"Virus... IT HURTS! IT HURRRRTS!" The Digimon growled, clasping his head harder. He was being attacked by a virus. Renamon wasn't too familiar with this sort of predicament, so all she did was stand there looking at the pain filled Digimon.

"Help meee... GET IT OUT!" It thrust it's metallic claws towards her. Renamon gasped.

"RENAMON, where are you?" She was shaken awake by a familiar voice. She was sitting on the same rooftop, cross-legged and coming out of her meditation. She looked down at Rika, tapping her foot impatiently as she looked up at her.

"Enjoy your nap? Come on! Goggle-head says there's a Digimon bio-emerging in the park." Her tamer barked.

"Sorry, Rika." The fox Digimon stood and brushed a paw through her fur, "Let's go."

As Rika and Renamon rushed to the park where Guilmon spent his nights. The large dome of Digital Fog encasing the event point was thicker and bigger than usual. The pair spotted Takato and Guilmon waiting at the side of the huge semisphere.

"Hey, Goggle-head, what's the hold up? Why aren't you-" Rika began until they got a better look at the two. Guilmon was all but passed out, covered in cuts and bruises. Takato looked like someone has used white out on his face. He was shivering and sitting next to Guilmon, one hand on his Digimon and one hand clasped on his leg like a vulture.

"Hey... Takato... what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." Rika poked him. Takato looked up at her.

"Don't... go in..." He whispered in a raspy voice.

"What?"

"Please... it was so powerful..."

"What happened?" Renamon cautiously looked into the fog.

"It... came out of no where... Guilmon didn't have a chance. I tried... to Digivolve him but... it was too fast. I barely got him out alive." Takato shut his eyes, "It's eyes... they were..." Rika looked back at Renamon, both exchanging confused and surprised looks.

"Perhaps we should wait for..."

"No, we can handle it." Rika stood up.

"Rika, whatever's in there nearly killed Guilmon and reduced Takato to a babbling idiot."

"He's always been a babbling idiot and I know Guilmon is no where near as powerful as you, now COME ON!" Rika flipped on her sunglasses and pushed through the fog.

"Rika!" Renamon ran after her.

As Renamon parted the Digital murk in front of her, she found Rika standing at the edge, looking at her Digivice.

"Where is he? Where is he...?" Her tamer repeated, pointing the hand-held device in various directions. Renamon looked around. There was a chill in the air. It was an unnatural feel for a Digital Event Point to feel so void of all warmth and filling.

"Rika, I think we should go back... something isn't right..." Renamon said.

"We can handle it." The girl replied absentmindedly. Renamon peered around the park. This Digimon had appeared in the middle of a playground. It looked almost evil and gothic with the Digital Barrier blocking out the moonlight. Renamon jumped slightly. Why did one of those shadow's just move and flash to the side.

"Rika... I really think-"

"Renamon, calm down." Rika was beginning to get annoyed. Renamon took up a position between Rika and the empty playground, her eyes twitching from side to side. The shadow moved again, this time from the monkey bars. Renamon saw a pair of red dots before the shadow moved out of view. The fox Digimon, for one of the few moments of her life, felt fear. She hadn't felt this height of nervousness since Rika was last in danger.

"Rika, please." She turned around. Renamon gave a short cry.

"I've almost got a lock on him, hold on." Standing behind the distracted teenager was a huge, bulking shadow. It had red glowing eyes, staring down at the tamer. It's head snapped up at the fox Digimon and the eyes narrowed.

"RIKA!" Renamon ran forward. The shadow disappeared right as she tackled her tamer.

"OW! Renamon! What are you doing?" She shrieked. Renamon looked around, searching for the penumbra. She got up, turning her head form side to side as a very annoyed Rika pushed herself up.

"Renamon, what's your problem?"

"I... saw something..." Renamon replied, "Rika, I really think we should get out of here. We're dealing with something that's significantly more powerful here." Rika finally saw the look in Renamon's eyes. She had never seen this level of fear in them before.

"It's... really that powerful?" She said.

"Yes." Renamon nodded.

"Alright, let's get out here before..." A loud collision interrupted her decision. They looked back to see the shadow raise itself from a rocky crater. It came into the light and looked up at the pair. They were frozen with fear as the Digimon searched their souls with its eyes. The only thing that snapped them out of the staring contest was Rika's Digivice beeping. The tamer shook her head and looked at the gadget.

"B... Blackwargreymon." She stuttered aloud, "Mega level dragon-type." The Digimon stepped out of the crater and started towards them. Rika gasped as Renamon took a fighting position between them. Blackwargreymon shot forward and thrust his claws towards the yellow Digimon. She quickly ducked the attack and slid into an upper-cut. Her opponent, unfazed, grasped her arms and threw her aside like a piece of trash. She hit the ground hard and rolled into a swingset.

Renamon gave a small moan before getting to her feet. She gasped to see Blackwargreymon speed towards her. His claw connected with the side of her face and she was sent twirling into one of the swings. Her arm was tangled in the chain and she tugged at it desperately. Blackwargreymon was already turning around for another attack.

"Renamon! Get out of there!" Rika screamed. Renamon pulled at the swing as hard as she could. Blackwargreymon started running towards them, glowing slightly.

"Black Tornado!" He growled, leaping into the air in a twister. Renamon's eyes dilated and she jerked her arm free from the swing. She kissed the dirt immediately as Blackwargreymon flew by overhead. The intense heat was enough to melt the swingset into twisted metal. Renamon looked up then scrambled over to Rika.

"Are we going, yet?" She yelled, grabbing her tamer by the waist and pulling her from the rampaging Digimon. As they broke free form the fog, Takato and Guilmon were still sitting on the ground.

"RUN!" Was all Rika shouted as they zoomed by. Takato looked at them with confusion before Blackwargreymon flew by him, knocking him over.

Renamon and Rika finally found a secure spot from Blackwargreymon and were catching their breath.

"What... was that?" Rika panted.

"It was like no Digimon I've ever seen." Renamon replied, watching around the corner of the building they were hiding behind, "It seemed totally bent on killing something... anything."

"And now that it's on the loose..." Rika sighed, "Maybe we'll need help this time." Renamon looked back at her tamer.

"This IS serious. Rika actually asking for help?"

"Hey, don't push it." She turned away. Renamon smiled slightly and peered around the corner again.

"BOOGA-BOOGA!" Renamon fell back with a shriek. The little purple Digimon responsible for her near heart attack jumped off the wall laughing.

"Holy cripes! You shoulda seen your face!" Impmon was rolling on the ground howling with laughter.

"IMPMON!" Rika and Renamon yelled simotainiously.

"`Ey, it was just a harmless lil' joke." He shrugged, standing up.

"Har har." Renamon growled.

"Cool it, toots, I didn't mean nothin' by it." He waved his hand and shrugged, "So, what're you two up to? You look pale as a coupla corpses." A gigantic figure flew overhead, knocking Impmon down.

"That would be why." Rika swallowed.

"`EY! I just had this cleaned!" Impmon looked at his dirty scarf. He jumped up and turned, ignorantly to Blackwargreymon.

"Yo, goliath, wassamaddawidchu? You coulda hurt someone." Blackwargreymon simply stood like a statue, ignoring Impmon, "You gotta hearin' problem, buddy? I want reconciliation for this! I demand justice! Where's the good in this world?" He paraded around, brandishing his dirty scarf.

"I have your justice right here." Blackwargreymon put up his claws. Impmon stopped and looked back at him.

"GURRRRRAH!" He leapt forward. Impmon was frozen with fear as he stared at oncoming oblivion.

"Impmon, get down!" Renamon tackled and prevented him from become an imp-kabob.

"Holy Scaramush! What's up that guys ass?!"

"I don't know and if don't either you'll start RUNNING!" Renamon leapt up and lead her tamer and Impmon away from the raging Digimon. This time, they weren't so lucky. Blackwargreymon caught up easily and tackled Renamon from behind. She was dragged to the ground quite painfully as she wrestled with her attacker. She managed to kick him off before flipping to her feet. Rika and Impmon slid to a halt and turned to help her.

"No! Keep going, I'll hold him off." Renamon demanded, "I'll be fine, just go!" Rika was reluctant then nodded slowly.

"You better be alive...or so help me..." She growled slightly before continuing running.

"Be careful, toots." Impmon said softly as he too ran off. Renamon turned back to Blackwargreymon.

"You're messing with something you can't handle." He said in a low growl, "Why are you throwing your life away to death for your... friends? I am far stronger than you."

"Even the lion envies the lark." Renamon squinted her eyes, "And death is not a debt I am yet willing to pay." They sprung towards each other.

Renamon's eyes opened sluggishly and painfully. She felt a little cold as well as stiff as she tried to pierce the darkness with sight. It was no use as her eyes had not grown accustomed to the light. A potent stench filled the air like a liquid. It was the smell of rotting meat. Her wrists felt heavy and she lifted them. Black shackles were encircled around them. She tugged at them and found that they were connected to whatever she was lying on. Her legs were trapped in the same fashion.

"You just stood there..." Renamon jolted up slightly to the voice, "Stood there as I writhed in pain. You never tried to help me when that virus attacked me." Renamon felt a slight burst of hot breath on the back of her head, "You just stood there." She looked back right into the fire-red eyes of Blackwargreymon.

"That... was you..."

"You finally get it." He growled back, "I really have to repay your... kindness to me."

"I didn't know what to do. I wanted to help you."

"LIES!" Blackwargreymon pounded the metal surface and frightened Renamon, "I'll teach you not to cross the likes of me." Renamon closed her eyes. The virus was corrupting his mind. He might have been a whole different Digimon had this not happened. Suddenly, she heard a loud clank beside her.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Taking off my armor." He replied simply. Now Renamon was beginning to panic.

"Why? You're not thinking of..."

"Oh, I'm going to do just that."

"You can't! I won't let you."

"I'm sorry," There a few more loud thuds, "But I'd like to see you stop me." She felt his presence next to her as he leaned down over her. As his face came close to hers, she saw that he really had taken all of his armor off. Without warning, Blackwargreymon pulled the back of Renamon's head up and kissed her. Renamon clenched her eyes tight, not wanting to believe that this was happening. He released her back to the metal surface and she faced away from him. What could she do? She was too weak to fight back.

The next thing Renamon knew, she was being mounted by her larger captor.

"Don't do this... I really wanted to help you." She begged.

"Shut up." Was all Blackwargreymon replied. His hands sifted through her chest fur and began rubbing her ample breasts. Renamon gasped as forgotten pleasure surfaced within her. Blackwargreymon's tongue was pressed to her cheek and it dragged down her face. She moaned softly and tried to pull back from the large Digimon. He simply pushed himself closer to her as his hand rubbed her breasts harder.

One of his hands left her breast and she felt it reach down. She tried to close her legs but the shackles forestalled her. She begged all things holy that he would be gentle as she felt his hand brush her hidden snatch. She was surprise and relieved when she felt his hand leave her body until she felt him move away from her slightly. He wrestled with something for a moment before hugging himself back on top of Renamon. She gasped.

Blackwargreymon had removed his pants and anything between his erecting penis and her furred skin. He grasped his limp member and began rubbing it against Renamon's stomach making her groan in disgust. With every movement, Blackwargreymon steadily became more and more erect. Renamon was beginning to wonder if he'd ever stop getting bigger. Suddenly, she felt him sit up on her chest.

"If you don't want this to be a painful experience, you'd best do as I say." He growled, pulling her head up, painfully, by her ears, "Now suck me." Renamon shook her head furiously. This caused a scowled from Blackwargreymon. He struck her face and hissed, "That wasn't a question. Do it or I'll destroy you." Renamon was reeling slightly from the blow, allowing Blackwargreymon to force his member into her mouth.

Renamon gave a yelp and tried desperately to expel the throbbing appendage from her mouth. His tight grip forced her to pleasure the huge Digimon. Blackwargreymon gave a small growl of bliss as he began moving his hips into a slow rhythm. Renamon was softly moaning as she felt him hump her mouth. Blackwargreymon was gradually moving faster and driving his cock deeper down her throat. Renamon jerked against her restraints, only making Blackwargreymon laugh.

"It's useless to resist. You might as well just give in." Renamon shook her head, making Blackwargreymon growl in anger, "I'm sorry you had to choose this." He withdrew his cock from her mouth harshly. He easily pulled the shackles apart and violently flipped Renamon to her stomach. Blackwargreymon yanked her head back, painfully, by her ears.

"I'm going to make you wish you had never entered that Digital Barrier." He hissed, licking her cheek. Renamon closed her eyes, not dignifying him with an answer, before she felt him press his erect member against her hole. She clenched her eyes and bit her lip as she prepared for what was to come next.

Blackwargreymon gripped Renamon's arms and shot a burst of hot breath down her neck. She cried out long and loud as she felt his huge member pierce and stretch her tight sex. She moaned loudly as he pulled back and rammed his meat into her again, this time deeper. Tears streamed down Renamon's cheeks as the larger Digimon took her. Blackwargreymon growled loudly as he pushed more and more of his cock into Renamon's tight snatch.

Renamon cried out again followed by a sob while Blackwargreymon pulled back on her ears again. He drenched the fur on her neck with his tongue as his other hand grabbed her leg. Without even pulling out, Blackwargreymon spun Renamon to her back biting her neck passionately and licking her face. He grabbed her legs and lifted them into the air as he resumed pounding his thick cock into her hole.

The long, piercing pumps Blackwargreymon used made Renamon shiver with pain every time he thrust into her. He released one of her legs, keeping the other in a firm grip, and grasped one of her furry breasts again, squeezing it tightly in his massive palm. Renamon begged for this tortureful event to stop, but Blackwargreymon seemed to enjoy watching her pain more than he enjoyed her tightness.

With a sudden jolt, Blackwargreymon withdrew his throbbing member from her stretched hole. She whimpered and sobbed some more at the feel before he dug two fingers into her cunt. After rubbing them around her swollen lips, he pulled them out and held them in front of Renamon. She groaned with disgust as he plunged them into her mouth. The taste of his precum and her own juices were followed by the metallic aftertaste of blood. He had actually torn her labial, causing blood to trickle down her thigh.

"Does it hurt?" Blackwargreymon chuckled darkly, "Does the pain make you cry for me to stop?" He suddenly grasped Renamon's throat tightly, making the fox Digimon gasp with surprise, "That's the pain and want I demanded from you. I want you to drink it in as I had." As he released her, Blackwargreymon lifted Renamon's legs again. Renamon gasped then screamed with extreme pain as he entered her anal cavity.

Suffering had a whole new meaning to Renamon now. Before, she had gotten at least a small amount of pleasure to mask some of the pain. But now, she was feeling the full blown force of misery and anguish. Blackwargreymon pushed himself deeper and deeper into Renamon's now bleeding hole as he grinned down at her darkly. Every thrust sent a shockwave of pain throughout her body. Finally, her strength all but used up, she blacked out.

Renamon awoke with a shriek. She sat up, but did not get far as she was again shackled to the metallic surface. Her fur felt mussed and her head hurt. It didn't hurt half as bad as her lower body. It ached and throbbed with a sort of numbness to it, not to mention the caked blood and semen on her fur felt uncomfortable. She looked around, her eyes accustomed to the lack of light, and saw that Blackwargreymon was no where to be found.

Immediately she began pulling at her chains, trying to free herself before he got back to rape her again. It was no use as she was hungry, cold, sore, and altogether too weak to break them. She laid back on the steel and closed her eyes, trying to find some shred of hope that hadn't been torn from her from the past few hours. In the end, she found none. Nothing to even comfort her in her isolate chamber lying on a steel table.

"Psst... hey!" Renamon's ears perked up to hear a voice coming from her left. She almost didn't look up, frightened that it might be Blackwargreymon, but managed to lift her head and open her eyes. She gasp with fear for a moment as she saw a tall, dark figure next to her. Then she realized it was too skinny to be Blackwargreymon.

"`Ey, are you alright?" The figure asked. Renamon recognized the voice and put a face to the unknown shadow.

"Beelze... mon?" She said in a raspy voice.

"Noneother." She heard him chuckle as he reached down and snapped off her chains.

"How did... you... find me?" Renamon closed her eyes, still a little light-headed from the pain.

"I follow you and blackie to this place. I waited outside until my tamers could come and Digivolve me and for that towering freak to leave."

"Where... am I?"

"Abandoned slaughter house outsida." Beelzemon replied quickly, tearing off the last shackle and looking at Renamon, "Think you can walk?" Renamon tried to move her legs, but they ere stiff and achy from some unknown abuse earlier. She shook her head.

"Salright, I'll jus-" Beelzemon snapped around suddenly.

"What is it?" Renamon looked up as well.

"Shit... I think he came back." Beelzemon quickly turned to Renamon and lifted her up in his arms. He quickly moved through the twisting and turning hallways dimly lit in moonlight. As he rounded a corner, he leapt back quickly. Renamon looked up at him and saw his face.

"Is he-?"

"Shh!" Beelzemon hissed quietly. Renamon heard the loud clanking of armor metal on floor metal as a large shadow passed the floor in front of the doorway. It stopped suddenly and came back to where Beelzemon and Renamon were standing. The two held their breaths as they heard the low hum of thought come from right outside the door. The clanking slowly faded away and Beelzemon and Renamon relaxed. Beelzemon wasted no time in getting them both out of the slaughter house.

Renamon was looking out across Tokyo from the rooftop of a house again. That was all three days ago. She had just finished healing and refused to tell anyone what had happened to her in the six hours she was with Blackwargreymon. Renamon heard a rustle from the bushes behind her and she gasped, spinning around. Her heart started up again when she saw it was only Impmon.

"`Ey, toots, just wanted ta check up on ya. See if you was alright." He smiled up at her.

"I don't need you to... `check up' on me." Renamon growled, crossing her arms and looking away from him.

"Aww, c'mon, are you still made that I saved yer butt back there?" He smiled.

"I'm grateful for it, but I don't need your protection..." Renamon scowled. Impmon smiled and leapt up onto the roof with her.

"You're grateful? Jeeze, I never even got a thank you kiss." He chuckled, "C'mon, don't tell me you don't feel a little something for yer ol' Impmon." Renamon turned to him and growled. "That was years ago! We agreed it was OVER!"

"Yeah, right." Impmon shook his head, "C'mon, one lil' kiss. For old time's sake?" Renamon looked around then got to her knees, looking at Impmon.

"One. And if you try to slip me any tongue I'll have to break your neck."

"Alright, yeesh." Impmon shrugged. Renamon nodded and leaned forward, kissing him softly. As she pulled back, Impmon grinned up at her.

"How about a thank you BJ to go with that kiss, babe?" He grinned.

"Don't push your luck." Renamon stood up and leapt into the trees.

The End...?

OHHHH! The question mark leaves an opening for a sequel!

Written By: Trillermon

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