Season 4: Wisemon’s Alternate Ending Series
Part 7: Eat It
By Wisemon
Digimon is the property of Toei Animation. This story contains
lyrics by The Offspring and Survivor, modified quoted lyrics by
Alice In Chains and Rage Against The Machine, and a partial parody
of a parody by “Weird Al” Yankovic (his first parody, “My Bologna”
). The title of this story happens to be my favorite song. It’
s been my favorite song since the very first time I heard it; I
was only five years old at the time. The appeal of the song to
a young kid is obvious, but it has remained my favorite because
my tastes haven’t changed that much; I refuse to grow up (literally,
I had a growth hormone deficiency and I needed shots for two years).
Anyway, you can expect this story to be a good one; there’s a little
bit of everything (a pu pu platter). This story has the first battle
in this series between digimon. Remember, the legendary warriors’
themes being played will be indicated with brackets. Last time,
Junpei convinced Polkamon to give a training course on how to use
the buttons on the D-Tector. This story contains sex, violence,
and bad language. If you’re under 18, stop reading now.
Polkamon spent three hours training the legendary warriors on how
to use the special features on their D-Tectors. He probably could’
ve done it in half the time if Neemon didn’t keep interrupting him
with questions about it. Polkamon had to keep reminding Neemon
that he didn’t even have a D-Tector, so even if he had the mental
capacity to learn to use it, there wouldn’t be any point. “You
now know how to evolve, gather and render fractal code, communicate
with another D-Tector within the digital world, communicate with
another D-Tector between worlds, locate another D-Tector, communicate
with a Digivice within the digital world, communicate with a Digivice
between worlds, locate a Digivice, gather energy from a stunned
or defeated digimon, and play and transfer music.”
“That energy draining thing sounds cool,” Junpei commented.
“I’m still not sure what a Digivice is,” Tomoki said.
“Weren’t you listening?” Junpei asked him rhetorically. “It’s
like a D-Tector that kids like us use in another dimension.”
“Actually, there are also some kids back on Earth that have Digivices,
but most of the kids with Digivices are in that alternate dimension.”
Polkamon wondered if he should tell the legendary warriors about
what the kids on Earth had done. “They were only partially successful,”
Polkamon said to himself, “and I don’t want to discourage these kids.”
Suddenly, there were several loud explosions against the front
of the store. Polkamon, Junpei, Izumi, Tomoki, and Neemon looked
out the newly made windows and saw an army of Tankmon.
“Oh shit!” Polkamon exclaimed. “A bunch of Tankmon; I think there’s fifteen of them.”
“Yeah, I counted fifteen too,” Junpei agreed. “Why were you tread-heads attacking Polkamon’s store?”
The Tankmon had positioned themselves in a horizontal line, and
the one in the center spoke on behalf of the rest. “We’re here
to take the music files for Lord Kerpymon.”
“What does Kerpymon want with the music files?” Junpei asked.
“He’s gathering data into fractal code for a secret project. That’
s all that we were told about the purpose of our mission. We’re
soldiers; we just follow orders.” The Tankmon in the center decided
that there was no harm in telling the kids what little he knew,
because his squadron was about to blow them away.
“So you’re hungry for data?” Polkamon asked the Tankmon. The accordion
halves on his shoulders started to quickly move up and down (in
and out on an accordion). “Ooh my little hungry ones, hungry ones,
stop and feel the damage of my Polka Gun!” The accordion halves
on his shoulders stopped moving, and a beam of purple concentric
circles shot out from Polkamon’s mouth, along with the sound of
a loud accordion note. The blast took out three Tankmon on the
right flank. Polkamon quickly absorbed their fractal code, and
the accordion halves on his shoulders started to move up and down again.
“He’s getting ready to fire again,” the Tankmon that used to be
in the center said. “Those squeezeboxes on his shoulders must charge
up his Polka Gun attack. When I give the signal, everybody hit
him in the legs with your Sub Machine Gun attacks.
“Why aren’t we helping Polkamon?” Tomoki asked the older kids.
“He’s doing alright on his own so far,” Junpei noted. “If he needs our help, we’ll help him.”
Polkamon continued his battle song, unaware of the counterattack
that the Tankmon had planned. “Ooh I think you’re toast and done,
you’re toast and done, pop you with a little of my Polka Gun!”
“Now, everybody remember to aim for the legs, Sub Machine Gun!”
A barrage of digital bullets shot out of the Tankmon’s hands and
nailed Polkamon everywhere below the waist just as he was launching
his attack. Polkamon fell forward, and his attack made a giant hole in the ground.
“I can’t move,” Polkamon told the legendary warriors. “You’ll
have to beat them alone. Junpei, I still say that I took a risk
in giving you the music that I gave you. I want you to do me a
musical favor. I’m in too much pain to sing; I want you to do the
chorus of the song that I started.”
“I’m not much of a singer,” Junpei admitted. “I am pretty good
at whipping out mediocre lyrics.”
“Give it your best shot; it’s the thought that counts.” Polkamon
said as he tried to use his webbed hand to dig the bullets out of his legs.
Junpei took out his D-Tector and cleared his throat. “Never gonna
stop, beat you up; we’ll defend this shack. When you have seen
our stuff, you’ll give up, and you won’t come back, for my my my
yi yi…Execute: Spirit Evolution!” Junpei’s D-Tector flashed and
Beetlemon’s armor formed around him, “Beetlemon!”
“Chakmon isn’t big enough to take on these guys,” Tomoki said to
himself. “Execute: Beast Spirit Evolution!” Tomoki became the
axe wielding snow creature, “Blizzarmon!”
“Execute: Spirit Evolution!” Izumi lost her clothes, and gained
some even skimpier ones, along with some butterfly wings and a visor, “Kazemon!”
“Alright, so there are twelve of them, and three of us. That’s
four of them for each of us.” Blizzarmon was trying to impress
the others with his slightly advanced math skills; it wasn’t working.
“I’m twelve years old and I know algebra and trigonometry,” Beetlemon
informed Blizzarmon. “Anyway, we shouldn’t divide them up. Our
best bet is to work together. If you guys can distract them and
let me fly behind them, I can push them all into the hole in the ground that Polkamon made.”
“I get it,” Kazemon said. “Their guns are all in front, and they
can’t turn around easily. So once you get behind them, you can
beat them without worrying about getting shot.” Kazemon took out
her D-Tector. “This seems like a good time to play some fight music.
I’m playing ‘Eye Of The Tiger’.” Kazemon pressed the necessary
buttons, and her “Italian Stallion” music started. She began her
ascent to draw fire from Beetlemon. Just like with Kouichi, she
didn’t realize how attractive a target she was.
[Risin’ up, back on the street. Did my time, took my chances.]
“Listen up, troops!” The Tankmon that used to be in the center
commanded. “Aim for the butterfly, Hyper Cannon!” All twelve remaining
Tankmon launched shells from their noses in Kazemon’s direction.
She dodged as many shells as she could, but one managed to connect;
it hit her right in the forehead. She promptly fell to the ground
and reverted back to her human form, Izumi.
Beetlemon had made it halfway to the Tankmon line when he saw Kazemon
get hit. “I can’t let her sacrifice be for nothing,” Beetlemon
said to himself. “As much as I want to check to make sure that
she’s alright, I’ve got to keep going. She was playing her fight
song; I might be better charged by mine.” Beetlemon took out his
D-Tector and set “Gotta Get Away” to start playing.
Meanwhile, one of the shells that Kazemon had dodged on its way
up was coming down in Neemon’s direction. Neemon probably should’
ve stayed in the store, but he didn’t. He definitely should’ve
moved out of the way of the shell, but he didn’t. It was a fitting
end for the brainless digimon. Neemon’s fractal code was absorbed
by the nearest Tankmon, and his egg flew off, hopefully not to hatch for a long time.
Beetlemon was almost over the Tankmon, but the progress that he’
d made wasn’t easy. He wasn’t as good at dodging as Kazemon, so
he had to try to hit the shells before they hit him. Blizzarmon
took out as many as he could by throwing his Avalanche Axes and
whipping his Frozen Arrowheads.
[Getting edgy all the time. There’s someone around me just a step
behind. It’s kinda scary, the shape I’m in. The walls are shakin’ and they’re closing in.]
Beetlemon began his dive, looking to land directly behind the Tankmon
line. He found himself flying directly into a pocket full of shells.
“Rally round tha family, Lightning Blitz!” Beetlemon’s lightning
detonated four of the five shells that were coming at him, but the
fifth shell hit him in the wing; Beetlemon’s dive went astray and
he landed right in front of a Tankmon.
[Too fast or a bit too slow. I’m paranoid of people and it’s starting
to show. One guy that I can’t shake. Over my shoulder is a big mistake.]
The Tankmon saw the fallen legendary warrior in front of him, and
he couldn’t resist the opportunity. He leaned down and pointed
his long nose at Beetlemon, preparing to launch a close range Hyper
Cannon attack that would surely finish off the blue and yellow bug.
Suddenly, Beetlemon got to his feet, grabbed the Tankmon by the
cannon (he made sure to grab it from the side so that it wouldn’
t be pointed at him), lifted him up, and walked through the Tankmon
line using the hole that he just created.
[Sitting on the bed or lying wide awake. There’s demons in my
head and it’s more than I can take.]
“6-ball, corner pocket!” Beetlemon called out as he used the Tankmon
that he was holding like a battering ram to knock another Tankmon
into the hole that Polkamon made. He repeated the process for the
other ten Tankmon, hitting them and driving them in the back with their friend’s treads.
[I think I’m on a roll, but I think it’s kinda weak. Saying all
I know is I gotta get away from me.]
Beetlemon walked up to the hole carrying the last Tankmon, the
one he’d used to push the others, and he tossed him on top of the
pile of his comrades. Beetlemon took out his D-Tector and shut
off the music. “Now I’m going to show you what a real tank can
do. Beetlemon: Slide Evolution, MetalKabuterimon!” MetalKabuterimon
rolled to the edge of the hole and bent down as much as he could.
He planted his hands in the ground and aimed the cannon on his
head downward at the heap of prone Tankmon. His targeting mechanism
popped out, and he prepared to launch his strongest attack. “This
one is for Izumi and for that protester in Tiananmen Square, Electron
Cannon!” MetalKabuterimon shot a blinding blast of electricity
that summarily exposed the fractal code of the Tankmon. “You guys
weren’t a match for me. You were just a militia of fifteen, but
I’m an entire army of one, literally. MetalKabuterimon: Slide Evolution,
Beetlemon!” Beetlemon took out his D-Tector and hit the “D” button
on the side, “Fractal Code: Digitize!” Beetlemon’s D-Tector took
the streams of data, and the Tankmon turned into eggs and headed off to join Neemon.
Ten minutes later, Tomoki found himself doing the gruesome task
of removing bullets from Polkamon’s legs using a pair of tweezers
that Polkamon had in the first aid kit in his store. “Why do you
have a first aid kit in your store?” Tomoki asked.
Polkamon couldn’t believe how stupid that question was; for a second
he thought that Neemon was still around. “All stores have first
aid kits, in this world and in your own world.”
The first aid kit couldn’t help Izumi, who was still lying on the
ground right where she landed after being shot down. She told Junpei
that her head hurt, and that she felt really dizzy. Junpei had
his suspicions, but he wasn’t sure until Izumi failed to follow
his finger with her eyes. “Yeah, you definitely have a concussion.
You shouldn’t battle for a week. Actually, you should probably
wait longer than that, but legendary warriors have to walk off injuries
like professional athletes, and play through the pain.”
Izumi knew that Junpei was just trying to encourage her, but she
didn’t want to think about having to fight again in a week. All
she wanted was a way to diminish the throbbing pain in her head.
“Was there any aspirin in that kit?”
“There was an empty bottle,” Junpei answered. Junpei turned to
the large shopkeeper digimon. “Polkamon, why was the bottle of aspirin empty?”
“I was taking them daily because I was afraid that I might have
a heart condition. When I finished that bottle, I was going to
get more. Then I remembered that I’m a digimon, and that digimon
don’t get heart attacks, unless you fight a Monzaemon.” Polkamon
was embarrassed by this biological mistake in his past, and he was
saddened by knowing that the aspirin could’ve gone to good use at this moment.
Izumi was stuck with her massive headache; Junpei had to try to
cheer her up. “I know you’ve got a lot of pain in your head, but
if it’s any consolation, I’ve got some stomach pain from not eating
all day.” Junpei realized that what he said could be taken the
wrong way. “Not that I’m blaming you for that, I know that I have
to diet. I’ll get in shape for you…and for me.” As though on cue,
Junpei’s stomach made a growling noise. “I am pretty hungry, though.
I think we should eat dinner as soon as Tomoki’s done yanking the bullets out of Polkamon.”
Even in her poor cranial state, Izumi managed to have a brainstorm.
“My head needs to feel better, and Junpei needs to eat. I think
I know a solution that will be mutually beneficial.” Izumi thought
to herself. “Junpei, can you carry me to the side of the store?”
Junpei welcomed any opportunity to hold Izumi, but he wanted to
know the purpose of this request. “If I can carry Kouichi, of course
I’m capable of carrying you. In fact, I could probably carry two
of you, but why do you want to go to the side of the store?”
Izumi motioned for Junpei to come closer so she could whisper something
into his ear. When she was done saying what she had to say, she
was lifted straight from the ground into a fireman carry. Junpei
took off for the side of the store with Izumi on his back and a
huge blushing grin on his face.
Tomoki was almost done fishing for bullets in Polkamon’s legs when
he noticed that Junpei and Izumi were gone. “Where did they go?”
“I think they went to find an alternate way to relieve a headache,” Polkamon responded.
Junpei slowly laid Izumi onto the grass, making sure to be extra
careful with her head. “I’ll be honest, I don’t know if I’m going
to be able to do this. I read a biology textbook for school, and
like any boy my age, I studied a detailed diagram of the female
sex organ extra hard. Still, I’m really nervous.”
“Don’t you think that I was nervous last night?” Izumi asked him
rhetorically. She then remembered that she was nervous with both
Junpei and Kouichi, and she decided to quickly change the subject.
“I’ve practiced on myself a lot, and I know what feels good; I’
ll talk you through it.” Izumi didn’t mention the reason why she’
d gotten so much practice lately. Before she realized that Junpei
was the one, she’d had numerous fantasies about Takuya, even more
about Kouji, a few about Takuya and Kouji in a threesome, and the
last one was about Kouichi. In the digital world, she had nothing
better to do with her free time.
Junpei crawled to Izumi’s right side. He placed his right hand
on her bare midriff and petted it gently. He put his left hand
on her aching forehead and began to lightly massage the flesh over
the skull. “I want you to enjoy what I’m going to attempt; these
motions should help you relax.”
At first, Izumi thought what Junpei was doing was stupid, and she
just wanted him to eat her out already. “He must’ve misunderstood,”
she thought to herself. “I just wanted a quick fix, but he’s going
to turn this into a big production. Actually, that is kind of relaxing.
Some of the pain in my forehead is starting to go away, and the
slight tickling and rubbing on my belly is starting to turn me on.”
Izumi subconsciously gave in to Junpei’s hands. She closed her
eyes and spread her legs; she was relaxed.
“You’re not asleep, are you?” Junpei asked.
Izumi remembered the night before, when she thought that Junpei
was asleep; she hadn’t considered simply asking him. “No, I’m just in the mood, so keep going.”
Junpei moved to the spot on the ground that just opened up, the
one between Izumi’s legs. He lifted up her skirt and got his first
up close look at her panties. “Frills on the waistband? I’ll ask
her why some other time,” Junpei thought to himself. He bent his
head down and kissed the middle of Izumi’s left thigh. “That’s
one hell of a first kiss,” Junpei said to himself. He planted more
kisses on her thigh as he worked his way upward. Just when he got
to the edge of her panties, he switched sides. He kissed her right
thigh in the middle and kissed continuously upward again. This
time, when he got to the edge of her panties, he planted a kiss
right over the center of the cloth and made lip to lip contact through the cotton.
“Ohhhh…mmmm,” Izumi moaned in response to the kiss on her special
area. She realized that Junpei’s slow strategy was going to lead
to somewhere good; she could feel her juices starting to come out.
Still, she wasn’t sure if Junpei knew that she was ready. She
decided to help him out. “Okay, you’re doing great so far, but
I want you to stop teasing me. Take off my panties.”
Junpei was nervous before, but now he was really nervous; actually,
he was terrified. “I’m not afraid of failure,” he said to himself.
“I can smell her; I know I’m going to get her off. If I’m not
afraid of failure, I must be afraid of success. I’ve been down
so long, now that I’m finally getting what I’ve always wanted…”
Junpei did his best to shut down the cowardly side of his brain;
he needed to complete his wonderful task. He grabbed the frilly
waistband of Izumi’s panties and pulled them down to her thighs,
then to her knees, then to her ankles, and finally, all the way off.
Junpei held up the panties and looked at them. He figured that
if he could fight the urge to smell them, he could fight this new
fear that he didn’t understand. He put the panties into one of
his pockets for safe keeping, and he moved back to the spot on the
ground between Izumi’s legs. He looked down, and there it was.
It was the scariest and loveliest thing he’d ever seen. The area
seemed simple; there was a light patch of blonde hair over a pink
slit. Of course, Junpei knew that the inside of the slit was actually
quite complicated. “Tomoki might have heaven beside him, but I’
m going to be the man in the box. Now, can the man in the box find
the man in the boat?” Junpei’s joke to himself ended his apprehension.
He lay down on his stomach and brought his face up to Izumi’s crotch.
Junpei’s nose was tickled by Izumi’s pubic hair as he began licking
around her vaginal lips. Eventually, he put his mouth right over
them as he had when she was still wearing her panties. “I’m going
in,” Junpei said to himself. He stuck his tongue into her slit and started to move it around.
“Ooooh…yeah…yeah…that feels soooo good,” Izumi managed to tell
him, certain that it would be the last coherent phrase that she
would be able to put together until this was over. “Masturbating
is alright,” she thought to herself, “but having Junpei’s tongue
inside of me feels about three times better than using my own fingers.”
Junpei licked up all of the juice that was there. He knew that
what he was doing was its own reward, but he was still hungry.
“That stuff is great; it tastes just like a tuna melt. I have to
have more,” Junpei told himself, and he knew the best way to get
more. “I think what I’m looking for is somewhere at the top of
the slit.” Junpei moved his tongue upward and eventually found a little ball of flesh.
“Yes…right there…ohhhh,” Izumi moaned louder than ever as Junpei’
s tongue touched her sensitive button. As a reflex, she wrapped her legs around his head.
Junpei didn’t mind the legs that were suddenly closing in on him;
they made him feel cozy. He began licking Izumi’s clit, causing
it to grow and causing her to moan continuously. Then he put his
mouth around it, and began sucking it.
“Yes…oh…God…yes!” Izumi screamed. She could feel it coming, but
she was hoping that Junpei would give her hole some more pleasure first.
As though he could read her mind, Junpei carefully inserted his
index and middle fingers from his right hand into Izumi’s slit,
being careful not to go too far down. He moved his fingers in a
circular motion, stroking the shallow end walls of her pussy while
he continued to suck on her clit.
Thirty seconds later, Izumi achieved her orgasm. “Ohhhh…ohhhh…ohhhh…yes…yes…yes…God…yes…oh…yes!”
Junpei kept stroking and sucking until all of Izumi’s moans stopped.
While his right hand was busy inside of her, he had put out his
left hand at the delta of her flow to collect as much of her juice
as possible. When he was sure that she was done, he sucked the
pool of juice from his left hand, and licked off the index and middle
fingers on his right hand. He looked back at her pussy, and saw
that it was still glistening with some juice. He went back down
to lick up what was left at the source, but Izumi grabbed him by the hair and pried him off.
“If you’re going to lose weight, you need to know when to stop
eating.” Izumi told him. “Now give me back my panties.”
By the time Junpei and Izumi walked back around to the front of
the store, Tomoki had finished treating Polkamon. “I was just about
to go look for you guys,” Tomoki told them. “I heard Izumi screaming,
and I thought that you might need my help, but I had to wrap the
bandages on Polkamon first. I’m glad to see that you’re alright.”
“I guess I’m alright,” Izumi responded. “My head is feeling a
lot better. Thanks for the treatment, Junpei.”
Junpei’s blushing grin returned. “Thanks for the meal, Izumi.”
I changed my mind; this is the best story in the series, so far.
Perhaps I’m a little biased because of the title. It’s an appropriate
title for two reasons. The first one is obvious, but Junpei isn’
t the only one who eats it. The reader also eats it, because like
I said it would, this story had a little bit of everything. You
may have noticed that I mixed American and Japanese names for digimon.
I simply chose the ones that I liked better. I think that Fairymon
sounds kind of gay (get it?), but on the other side, Korikakumon
sounds like the digivolved form of Kokatorimon. Blitzmon is a cool
and appropriate name, but one of his attacks is Lightning Blitz
(I know it’s redundant), and I need his name to be Beetlemon because
his higher evolution is named…you’ll see. In this story, Junpei
mentions a Chinese protester in a positive way, but in the last
story, he thinks of American-like protesters in a negative way.
That’s really my personal opinion. Some American protesters, like
my mom and my sister, are well informed and they go to rallies because
they believe in the cause. Unfortunately, a lot of protesters have
no idea what they’re protesting and they just go to rallies to get
stoned in public. As I’ve said before, in these stories, Junpei’
s body is proportional to my own. The same is true of his progress
in school. Junpei learns algebra and trigonometry in 7th grade
in a Japanese school system (the trigonometry comes from a tutor
that his parents pay for; I’m betting his family is fairly wealthy,
because he’s well fed and those jumpsuits have to be custom made).
I learned algebra in 8th grade and trigonometry in 9th grade in
an advanced program in an American public school system. If you’
d like to comment on my stories, ask me some questions, or give
me some criticisms, you can email me at my American public school
system email address, benjamin.wiseman@uconn.edu. The next few
stories will describe what happened to Takuya, Kouji, Bokomon, and
Patamon. When Junpei, Izumi, and Tomoki come back into the series,
here’s some stuff from this story that might be good to remember:
Junpei uses one opponent to hit another, just like he did with those
kids in school. Will he employ this strategy again?
Forget the propaganda commercials; MetalKabuterimon is a real army
of one. He’s the equivalent of a weak army, but an army nonetheless.
If he could reach a higher evolution, his army equivalency would be higher.
Izumi can’t fight for at least a week.
If you’re one of those people that assume the dirtiest possible
meaning when reading a sentence, you’ve seen a clue as to how Junpei
and Izumi’s first time (non-oral) will go.
Junpei seems to know a lot about the human body; how to help it and how to hurt it.
Junpei fights the cowardly side of his brain. Another word for cowardly is yellow.
Junpei enjoys getting his head squeezed by Izumi’s legs; he thinks
it’s cozy, and he likes being cozy. He said it himself, in the
same sentence where he called himself tall; he’s cuddly. Therefore,
he likes to cuddle. That’s another thing I have in common with
him.