Hey guys,
This is my lemon. I cant think of a name for it so i need your help. If you could just put a suggestion for the title in a reply, it would be epic! Please comment and/or criticize!
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The walls of the cave collapsed as they ran through. Though they moved as fast as they could, the humans could not keep up. Renamon, Biyomon, and Gatomon were twenty feet ahead of the others when the floor collapsed behind them. The first tamer jumped, barely catching the ledge. There she hung, glancing down to see what had become of her fallen friends and looking up at her frightened partner. The three digimon had stopped and were staring back at her. Gatomon was supporting her arm which had suffered a decent gash and Biyomon looked as though she was struggling to stay conscious. Renamon had twisted her ankle in the turnaround. The girl looked up and saw the roof of the cave begin to crack, then she looked her Renamon straight in the eyes.
“Run!” she said, as the cave collapsed. Biyomon passed out, only to be caught by Renamon. She proceeded to scoop up Gatomon and teleport fifty feet forward, out of the cave. As they sat on the other side of the wall, they listened to the deafening sound of rock hitting rock, then all was silent.
***
1 year earlier
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Adam lived alone and he liked it that way. Though he was going on fifteen, his parents had purchased him a house of his own. He did not enjoy being that rich kid whose parents bought him everything, so he got himself a job and whenever the money was transferred into his account, he only took enough to cover what he could not pay himself and saved the rest. Every year on his birthday, his parents would give him a phone call and transfer him five hundred extra dollars, with which he was to buy himself something nice. His birthday was tomorrow, he never looked forward to it. He had nobody to celebrate with, his band was away on vacation and he had no other friends instate. He cleared his long hair out of his face with a shake of his head and decided to go decide what to spend the money on this year. He sat down on his computer and fired it up. He thought about all the stuff he had piled up in his various shopping carts. When his computer finally started, he opened the internet. Suddenly his computer screen froze.
“Ah, COME ON!” He yelled as he struck the side of the monitor. His screen turned white and began to emit a strange light. He stared at it for a long while, waiting. Suddenly a beam of light shot out and struck him in the forehead. As Adam slipped into unconsciousness, a small, rust-orange device appeared next to his head.
***
Adam awoke the next day with a massive head ache.
“Happy Birthday to me.”
He sat up and studied his surroundings. What the hell had happened last night? He sat back on his hands, feeling something cool and smooth under his right fore finger. He turned and picked up the small piece of tech.
“I don’t remember buying you,” he said, as he studied the device carefully. It had no markings telling what it was. No copyright, no patent, no barcode, no label. Just a screen and a few buttons. When he pressed these buttons, nothing happened. He tossed the device down by his computer as the phone rang. He walked over and picked it up. It was his parents of course. They struck up a long conversation about birthdays and gifts. After a long hour, his parents said goodbye and hung up. Adam’s cell phone vibrated as his bank account received five hundred dollars. He strolled over to his computer to spend his prize but hesitated. He stared at the small device and though of the night before. Soon he decided he was being paranoid. He turned on his computer and waited. He studied the device more until his screen popped up. When he held it up to the screen to see it better, he noticed something weird about his screen.
“That’s not my opening screen,” he said. His screen suddenly flashed blue-white as he was pulled out of his chair.
***
Adam stood in the middle of a dense jungle. He spun around in an attempt to catalog his surroundings.
“Okay,” he said to himself, “I just got eaten by my computer. It’s alright this kind of stuff happens everyday, oh what am I saying, HELLO!?!”
He yelled for the good part of half an hour until his voice gave out.
“Well this birthday is particularly suck-ish!” he said, punching the ground.
“It’s your birthday?” said a voice. Adam looked around wildly, seeing nothing.
“Who’s there?!” he said, awaiting a response. A dark red bird walked into the small clearing. It had a belt around its head with a feather in the back.
“I’m here. It’s your birthday?” it asked. Adam stared, wondering what to do.
“Yes. Yes, it’s my birthday.”
“Happy Birthday Adam!” The bird ran up shook his hand vigorously.
“How do you know my name?” he asked the bird.
“Because you have that!” the bird responded, pointing to the device in Adam’s hand, “I’m Hawkmon,”
“Hello, Hawkmon,” Adam said, staring, “What are you a bird?”
“No, I’m a Digimon. More specifically, I’m your digimon partner!”
“P-P-Partner?”
“Yes! I’ve waited a while for you, about two months to be exact.” Hawkmon waited for Adam to absorb everything.
“So we’re partners, right?”
“Yeah,”
“Okay,” Adam couldn’t believe what was going on, more so he could not believe what he was about to say, “You want to come live with me?”
“YES!” Hawkmon shouted, causing Adam to jump.
“Alright! But first we have to find a way out of here.”
“I know of one! It’s about three hundred yards that way!” Hawkmon pointed, “But we have to be careful. Its right outside a valley that a bunch of Dinohyumon live in. They don’t take well to trespassers.”
Nodding, Adam set off in that direction with Hawkmon on his shoulders. They started bordering the valley when Hawkmon decided to strike up conversation.
“So where do you live?” he asked.
“Uh…” Adam thought, but his though was cut short as a blue and red blur crashed through the trees ahead. Adam dove out of the way of flying debris, Hawkmon barely holding on. They peeked above the log they were behind to see what had happened. There was an armored, blue creature slumped against a tree, not twenty feet from them. Adam ducked back down and decided to take a second look. He then noticed that the being was bleeding from the mouth and several deep slashes.
“Oh my God,” Adam said as he ran to the creatures side, “Is it another digimon?”
“Yes,” Hawkmon replied, “He’s a Flamedramon, badly wounded. There isn’t much we can do.”
“Yeah, but I’m not about to let someone die when I can do something,” he lifted the Digimon onto his shoulders, “Damn, your heavy. Which way to the exit?”
Hawkmon pointed and they set off at a run. They soon reached a small TV. No sooner were they standing in front of it, they were back in Adam’s living room.
“Go clear off that table!” Adam said, gesturing towards the kitchen. Hawkmon soon had the contents of the table on the ground. Adam walked in and set Flamedramon down on it. He kicked open a cabinet under the sink and pulled a duffel bag out from under it. He opened it and removed several bottles and ten rolls of bandages. He cleaned Flamedramon’s wounds and bandaged them while Hawkmon watched. When he was finished, he grabbed two cans of soda from the fridge. Tossing one to Hawkmon, he wandered into the living room. Adam shut the computer to avoid any accidental trips and sat down on the couch. He turned to see Hawkmon struggling with his can.
“Just pop it open like this,” he said, chuckling as he demonstrated. Hawkmon soon followed suit and began to drink his beverage. Adam clicked on the TV and watched. Together he and Hawkmon wasted hours talking and watching TV. When Flamedramon didn’t wake up after four hours, they embarked on watching the Star Wars saga. After thirteen hours of light sabers, Jedi, and The Force, they went in to check on Flamedramon.
“I’m concerned,” Adam said, “He hasn’t woken up for seventeen hours. You go poke him.”
“What?! Why me?!”
“Because I don’t want to do it.”
“Well you have to,” Hawkmon said, “I refuse.”
“Fine,” Adam walked up and stood at the edge of the table. After a quick prayer, he reached out and shook the Digimon’s shoulder. When nothing happened, he shrugged to Hawkmon and they walked away. Once they had settled down in the living room, the kitchen seemed to explode behind them!
“FIRE ROCKET!” Flamedramon shouted as he blasted the ceiling. He jumped up to fight only to find a chandelier in the path of his head. One second later he was on the ground cursing. Adam walked over and examined the three huge burn marks on his ceiling. He walked over to Flamedramon who was covering his face.
“Calm down,” he said, "your not in the digital world, your in my house. You shouldn’t try to move too much or the bandages won’t hold. Can you tell me what happened?”
“Who are you?”
“I’m Adam,” he said, “This is Hawkmon.”
The digi-hawk waved as Flamedramon took one hand off his face.
“I was walking. I came into a valley that seemed empty enough. I lay down and took a quick nap. Next thing I know, I get kicked in the head, slashed in the ribs, lifted and thrown through a couple dozen trees. Then I woke up here and accidentally burned your ceiling.”
“Well, you were bleeding pretty bad. You’re going to have to stay here for a while.”
“I see. Can you help me up?”
They helped Flamedramon up and he leaned against the cabinet. Adam reached into the fridge and pulled out a soda. He made a gesture to hand it to Flamedramon, but stopped.
“Can you open this?” he asked, staring at his claws.
“Yeah, hang on,” Flamedramon shook his claws down, the armor dropping to the floor, “There.”
Adam tossed the soda to him. He caught it and opened the can, drinking deeply from the fizzy liquid within. Hawkmon flew up and landed on the counter.
“Hi, I’m Hawkmon,” he said, waving his wing, “You should stay here with us!”
“I would hate to overstay my welcome,” Flamedramon said, taking another draught from the can.
“It’s okay with me,” Adam said, suddenly wanting more people in his life.
“Well, it’s not like I had any friends in the digital world,” He said, looking into his soda, “I would like to stay here.”
“We would love to have you.” Adam said, extending a hand. Flamedramon shook it while Hawkmon hovered six inches above the counter in happiness. Together, they helped Flamedramon to the couch where they spent the next few days watching TV and doing nothing.
***
Present Day
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“Dude,” Adam said, grabbing for an unseen object, “Hawkmon, wake up!”
Adam found an empty can of soda and threw it in Hawkmon’s direction. The empty can landed on the digimon’s stomach, forcing all of his breath out.
“Ow,” Hawkmon groaned, “What did you do that for?”
“You wouldn’t wake up so I chucked a can at you,”
“I know that!” he yelled, “I meant why couldn’t you just come tap me?”
“Cause I’m lazy,” he replied, “Do you remember what happened last night?”
“Yeah; we watched The Last Samurai then got into a bokken fight, Flamedramon managed to destroy the both of us.”
“Oh, yeah,” Adam scratched his head and searched for a handhold. He stood up and struggled to Flamedramon’s room. He opened the door and looked inside. Flamedramon lay asleep in his bed, unaware of the judgment that would soon befall him.
“Hawkmon, go get the whipped cream,” he said, holding out his hand. Soon Hawkmon returned with the spray can. Together they snuck into the room and moved over to the dresser. Opening the drawer, they lifted out Flamedramon’s helmet. They sprayed an ample amount inside and replaced it. He tossed the can to Hawkmon, who flew it out into the kitchen. Adam then tapped the sleeping blue digimon on the shoulder.
“Dude,” he said, “Dude, wake up and get ready. We’re going out to breakfast. Hurry!”
Flamedramon slowly got out of bed and stretched. He shuffled over to the drawer and picked out his helmet. He was about to put it on when he looked directly at it. He ran over to Adam and stuck the helmet on his head. Adam felt a sickly, oozing feeling as the cream slid down his face.
“I always wondered what you looked like with that helmet on. You’re going to have to get up a bit earlier to trick me. Now you said something about breakfast?” he said, walking over to his drawer.
Adam cleaned the cream off his head and out of the helmet, giving it to Flamedramon when he got out of his room. Adam walked into the kitchen, defeated.
“Go get your clothes,” he said, to Hawkmon, “We’re going out to breakfast.”
Adam had purchased hooded sweaters and pants for the both of them so they could go out in public and not be conspicuous. In thirty minutes, Flamedramon and Hawkmon had donned their clothing and were waiting by the door. Adam grabbed the keys and exited into the garage. After a short drive, they stood outside the restaurant. They entered through the double doors and greeted the host. Two hours later, they were driving back to the house. They arrived and the digimon abandoned their clothes. As Flamedramon left to put on his armor, Adam flipped on the TV and watched the weather channel for two minutes before starting a DVD. After watching two Lord of the Rings movies, Flamedramon challenged Adam and Hawkmon to a game of Rock Band. Accepting, they set up the controllers, adjusting the drums to Hawkmon’s height. Flamedramon and Adam strapped on guitar controllers and the game began.
***
Renamon had been walking for hours. She carried Gatomon on her shoulders and Biyomon under one arm. After the cave collapsed, she found a gate out of the Digital world. They appeared in the loading area of a Best Buy where a crate of laptops had fell open and started. Once they got out of the store, she began to walk. After a long while, she had made it to the safety of a tree on a golf course. She soon felt a presence of a digimon nearby. She lifted her companions and moved out, moving at a quick sprint.
“There must be a Tamer nearby,” she said, as she ran, “Hopefully, friendly.”
***
“Ha!” Adam declared, “I win again! I am on fire!”
“You're really gonna be on fire if you don't stop rubbing it in!” Flamedramon said, as Hawkmon congratulated Adam with a high-wing. Suddenly the doorbell rang.
“That must be the pizza. If you start the next song without me, I’m changing your difficulty to expert!”
Adam ran to the door grabbing cash off the counter as he went. He pulled a small table to the door to put the pizza on while he paid. He opened the door and dropped the cash and table.
“Oh my god,” he said, as he beheld who had rang the bell. A Renamon stood in the doorway, slumped against the wall. In her arms, she carried a Gatomon and a Biyomon.
“GUYS! HERE! NOW!” Adam shouted, stepping forward.
“It was all Hawkmon’s idea!” Flamedramon yelled, as he sprinted in, “It was his idea to put those DVDs from your room in the coat closet! Oh, God.”
The last statement was made when he saw the digimon. He reached around the corner and pulled Hawkmon from his hiding place, who responded similarly to the other two. Hawkmon rushed forward to carry the Biyomon. Adam helped Renamon as she fainted, while Flamedramon caught the Gatomon. They carried the injured digimon to the guest room, which conveniently contained three beds. Once the three were safe and their injuries tended to, the guys left the room.
“Now what’s all this business about moving my DVDs?” Adam asked, as Hawkmon tapped his foot and Flamedramon whistled.
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Alright. Next post is Part 2
Hey guys,
Part 2! By now some of you might have realized that this is the same story that i posted last time (for all three of you that read it last time). But the last thread was so messed up because i picked some weird way to edit in new posts that i stopped bothering.
So enjoy the 2nd part of my lemon!
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Hawkmon woke up the next day with a comic book stuck to his face. I took him thirty seconds to figure out that Spiderman was not frozen in front of him. After peeling the paper off his face, he smoothed out his feathers and secured his head band. He strolled down into the kitchen, yawning. He arrived and looked at the clock. It was four thirty in the morning.
“Early bird gets the worm,” he said, allowing himself the joke. He poured himself a bowl of cereal and grabbed a spoon. He sat for a long while and enjoyed Adult Swim. Around six, Adam and Flamedramon wondered out.
“We have to go out and get more first aid stuff and extra food for our guests. We will be back at noon. There is a note in their room that says the downstairs bathroom is open. If they need anything, you know where it is, alright?”
Hawkmon nodded in agreement. Once they had left the house, Hawkmon walked up to the upstairs bathroom. He turned on the warm water and let it run. He walked off and got a towel, returning once he had secured the towel and a new bar of soap. He left the door cracked so he could hear the activities of the house, threw his head band onto the counter, slipped into the bath and dozed off.
***
Biyomon was the first to wake up. She rolled around until she knew that she was covered and in a bed. Once she freed herself from the covers, she sat up and looked around. To her right, she saw her two friends. She got up and shook Renamon awake.
“Renamon,” she whispered, shaking her companion’s shoulder, “Where are we?”
“We are in a house. I don’t know the name of the guy who owns it, but he has claimed responsibility for our recovery,” Renamon mumbled, seeing a small piece of paper on her bedside table. She handed the note to Biyomon.
“Here, it says the bathroom is open. Why don’t you go take a bath or something, calm down.”
Biyomon picked up the note and studied it. She turned and saw a pile of clean towels in the corner. She picked one up and walked outside. She saw the bathroom at the end of the hall and started towards it. The door was cracked and the fan was on. She wandered inside and set her towel down.
***
Hawkmon heard a quiet shuffling noise in the bathroom with him. He opened his eyes slightly and looked around. He saw the Biyomon that they had helped into the guest room wandering around in the bathroom. He didn’t move for the sake of being seen. He lay there, silently. Suddenly, Biyomon shut the door. His heart began to quicken, he was locked in a bathroom. Biyomon reached down and unclasped the metal ring around her ankle. Only then, she turned towards the tub and uttered a little shriek.
“What are you doing?!?” she asked, covering herself with a towel.
“I was having a nice nap until you screamed,” he coolly responded, “May I ask why you walked in on my bath?”
Though Hawkmon managed to keep his voice smooth and under control, his body was in utter panic. The fact that Biyomon had removed the only piece of apparel she ever wore was somewhat of a turn on. He thanked god that he was in the tub, for his male hood had begun to slide out of its feathery pouch.
“Will you stop staring at me?” she said, “I am naked.”
“Well, you’re staring at me and if you would look, you would see that I am nude as well. Now please, why did you walk in on me?”
“I thought that the bathroom was empty,”
“Oh, the downstairs bathroom is open. Adam must not have been very specific in his note. You might want to wait an hour or two to take a bath though; one bath takes pretty much all of the hot water.”
“Well, may I share that one with you then?” she asked. At that moment, Hawkmon had a small panic attack. His member sprung to its full size as he considered his options. He did not want to sound rude, but at the same time he did not want to scare her away. He took in to account that the tub was rather large and him and her relatively small. If he could stay on the opposite side of the tub from her, everything would work out.
“I suppose you may,” he said, floating away from the entry point, She dropped the towel and fluttered up to the bath. Once she slipped in, Hawkmon began his plan of avoidance. After a bit of conversation, Biyomon moved directly across the tub, cornering him. She settled up next to him and began to speak.
“I want to thank you for saving us,” she said. At this, she planted a kiss on his left cheek, “Thank you.”
“If you’ll excuse me, I think I heard the phone ring,” he stood up, forgetting about his erection. He tried to fly out of the tub, but, since he was wet, he failed and crashed onto the side of the tub, completely exposed.
“And what is that?” Biyomon asked, spying his hard-on. She floated over to him and flipped him over, “Did you get hard just for me?”
Hawkmon’s heart raced as she touched his erect manhood. She started to slowly move her wing up and down his shaft. She leaned in close and placed her mouth around his cock. He moaned as her tongue danced around his phallus. She stopped sucking him and repositioned herself. She stood directly over his cock, waiting to see his reaction. She lowered herself to where the tip of his dick was pressed against her lips. She gasped as she dropped herself onto him. She began to hump him, soon having the favor returned upon her. Hawkmon grabbed her waist and began to thrust into her. The walls of her vagina convulsed as she reached her climax. The water around them warmed as her juices flowed into the bath. She looked at him, wanting more. He understood this message, and lifted her out of the tub. She bent over in front of him as he climbed out of the water. He walked up and began to rub the head of his dick against her ass. She moaned lightly as he stopped and placed his member on her pussy. Her tail-feathers tickled his chin as he slowly pushed into her. She was more sensitive from their previous activities, so she moaned loudly into a towel. She soon reached another climax, and another. Soon, he felt his phallus begin to twitch as he started his orgasm. He grunted as he shot six streams of bird-cum into her pussy. He pulled out of her as she passed out. He reached up to the counter and grabbed ankle ring. He clipped it back on to her leg and picked her up. His member slid back into its pouch as he carried her back to her room and tucked her into the bed. He went back into the bathroom and let the water out of the tub. Once the bathroom was clean and his head band was strapped back on, he wandered out into the living room and sat on the couch. Three hours later, Adam and Flamedramon walked in the door, carrying huge bags of food and medicine.
“How can you wake up so early in the morning and not be tired right now?” Flamedramon said, flopping down on the couch with a yawn.
“Oh, you know,” Hawkmon said, “Early bird gets the pus-, I mean worm. Haha!”
Hey guys,
This bit was a bit challenging to write. It's a Gatomon/Flamedramon, which was... different. Size differential and all. Enjoy!
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Adam sat up and looked at his phone. It was two days before his birthday. Adam sat up and thought about what he was doing. He opened the fridge, seeing all of the extra food that he had bought the previous day. The three injured digimon had not woken since they arrived, (as far as he knew). He sorted through and found a soda behind the beer that his friends sent him as a joke. He firmly told them that he didn’t drink and insulted their intelligence. He had neglected to throw it away and decided that he would do it tomorrow night. It was roughly four in the morning and he had no plans for the day. He greeted Hawkmon as he wandered into the kitchen.
“Hey man, what’s up?” he asked.
“Not much,” Hawkmon said in reply, grabbing a box of Frosted Flakes, “You’re up early.”
“Yeah,” Adam took a drink, “I couldn’t sleep. You have anything in particular you want to do today?”
“No, not really. Why?”
“Come give me a hand,”
Together they wandered out into the backyard. There sat the pool, empty and covered. Adam pulled the cover away and threw it into the grass, revealing all manner of dead bugs and small mammals in the pool.
“Ew,” Adam said as Hawkmon covered his beak, “Alright, I’ll clean this up and get the water running, you go into the party closet and get out the tables.”
“Alright!” Hawkmon replied, thankful that he was not assigned to cleanse the bottom of the pool. The “party closet” was a closet in the dining area which contained a couple foldable tables and the majority of the snack foods. Hawkmon dragged one of the tables into the backyard, then the other.
“Where do you want these?” he asked, wiping a small drop of sweat from his head band.
“Just put them right there,” Adam replied, pointing to the overhang. Hawkmon dragged them over and unfolded the legs. However, he was too small to flip the tables upright, so he let it be.
“You’re going to have to flip these over, but other than that they’re in place. Anything else?” Hawkmon inquired as the water began to gush into the now clean pool.
“Yeah, go get the emergency soda and put it in the fridge. Then start pulling out the chips. Also, you should bring the phone out here so I can order some food.” Adam listed, as he worked on the pool filter.
“Why are we doing all this?”
“Because we are going to have a bit of summer fun today.”
“Why do we need all this stuff if there are three of us?”
“Six of us. There are six of us. I plan on awaking our guests today.”
“Ah. I see. And shall I inform Flamedramon of today’s plans?”
“Nah. Just wait until he wakes up and he’ll figure it out.”
Hawkmon proceeded to do what he was told. Once all of the food had been set out on the counter inside, Hawkmon sat down to watch TV. Adam spent the next six hours arranging the activity. He flipped the tables and pulled out small foot-high benches to help the smaller digimon reach the tables. He set out lawn chairs, turned off the sprinklers and ordered food. Around ten the food arrived. Two delivery men carried trays filled with various barbequed meats. In their second trip, they brought along stacks of pizza and boxes of hot wings. They followed up by bringing in several dozen gallons of ice cream, which Adam had them place in the outside freezer. After Adam gave them the money he owed, they packed up and left. Just then, Flamedramon wandered out.
“What’s all this?” he asked, with a yawn.
“This is the first Adam pool party of the summer; we have food, drink, and fun. Now, follow me. We have to go wake up our guests.” Adam said, Hawkmon following the both of them.
“How do you plan to do that,” Hawkmon asked. Adam was searching for something on the ground and he soon righted himself and spoke.
“I am going to toss rocks at the window until they wake up in true, romantic fashion. What might not be so romantic is if I break the window and have to replace it.”
***
Renamon awoke and yawned. It had been a long while since she had been awake last and she wondered what had woken her. She sat up and looked around the room; there was no alarm and no person that might have roused her. The only thing she could hear was the breathing of her friends and some quiet music. She jumped as a loud tapping noise occurred somewhere behind her. She looked around and saw the window between her and Gatomon’s bed. She stood as the tapping noise occurred again. After struggling at the latch for a minute, she opened the window and stuck her head outside. She laughed and pulled back inside.
“Gatomon!” she said, tapping her sleeping friend on the shoulder, “Gatomon wake up. You have to see this.”
As Gatomon struggled out of bed, Renamon woke up Biyomon in a similar fashion. They soon congregated near the window.
“Hey!” Adam yelled from below, “Care to join us?”
The moment they had woken up, they were shocked. Here was a rather handsome guy and two male digimon, inviting them to a pool.
“Hang on!” Renamon shouted, pulling inside the window.
“I call the Flamedramon.” Gatomon said, causing the other two to laugh. Renamon took this as a yes.
“We’ll be right down!” Renamon shouted out the window. She stepped back inside and spoke to her friends, “I think we’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“Hardly,” Biyomon said, flying to the door.
“I don’t know,” Renamon said as she walked over, “That guy was pretty hot.”
They laughed as they wandered down through the house. They emerged through the large, sliding glass door into the backyard. Immediately, Adam and the guys were there.
“Hey,” Adam said, setting his drink on the table.
“Who are you supposed to be?” Renamon asked, her voice cold as she remembered why they were there.
“I’m Adam,” he said, his voice still steady, despite the harshness in hers, “But right now, that’s all you need to know. May I offer you something to eat?”
Renamon accepted that she was there and this “Adam” guy refused to tell her anything else. She cut the coldness from her voice and decided to have a bit of fun.
“Not right now, thank you,” she said, pulling at her purple sleeves, “I haven’t touched water in several days and right now, your pool is looking rather nice.”
She handed him the purple pieces of cloth and took a few steps towards the pool. She leaped ten feet into the air and landed in the pool with a large splash. At that, the party began. Adam set Renamon’s sleeves on the table and grabbed a bit of food. He joined Hawkmon on one of the lawn chairs.
“Well,” he said, “Today should be fun.”
Flamedramon tossed his armor aside, excluding his helmet, and climbed up on the diving board. He took a running leap and flew across the pool. He hit the water, face down, with a huge splash. Once the wake had settled, Flamedramon floated to the top.
“Yes!” he shouted, thrusting his arms in the air. Gatomon chuckled as Flamedramon looked at Adam, “How was that?”
“I’ll give it a three; Hawkmon?”
“Two. Your splash was huge.” Hawkmon, said as he tossed his head band on the table. Suddenly, Renamon spoke up.
“You call that a dive?” she said as she climbed out of the pool. Adam turned, mid-bite, to look. His draw dropped, releasing the pizza from his mouth. His arm went slack as Renamon sauntered by, spilling his soda to the ground.
“Ten,” he said, never taking her eyes off of the digi-fox. Renamon pretended she didn’t notice. She walked up on the diving board, and leapt. She gracefully slid into the water without a single drop of water leaving the main body.
“How high can we go?” Adam asked, jaw still slightly slack.
“Ten,” Hawkmon answered, through a mouthful of prime rib.
“Two hundred,” Adam said, opening a new soda.
“Thanks… uh, what’s your name, again?” Renamon asked, embarrassed that she had forgotten.
“Adam,” he replied. He brushed the food that had fallen off of himself, and resumed eating.
“Thank you, Adam,” she said, swimming to the other side of the pool.
The day went on. After several sessions of swimming, a few pounds of food each and several splash wars later, Adam retired.
“It’s ten o clock guys, I’m hitting the hay. Have fun!” he said, yawning. He opened the door, and walked inside. Over the next hour, Hawkmon, Renamon, and Biyomon went to bed. Flamedramon soon dozed off on the floating mat.
Gatomon awoke from her nap on the lawn chair. She yawned and looked around. It was dark and most of the light came from the underwater bulbs. She could not see any of her friends, nor could she see either the Hawkmon or Adam. She jumped as she heard a loud, roaring noise. She turned, only to see Flamedramon sleeping in the pool. She waited until he floated over to an edge, and walked on to the sleeping digimon’s chest. She settled down and looked at the covered face of her living cushion. It was about ten minutes before he opened his eyes to look into hers.
“Ah!” he gave a quick outburst, surprised at the presence on his chest, “What are you doing?”
“I’m looking at you,” Gatomon said, staring at him with her large eyes, “And I like what I see.”
“Uh… Thanks?” Flamedramon muttered, extremely uncomfortable, “Is that all?”
“No, it isn’t,”
“Then how may I help you?”
“You can stay still,” Gatomon began kneading into his chest, the shade of blue changing as pressure was applied. Flamedramon reluctantly enjoyed this massage, his large member beginning to emerge.
“Uh…” he said, feeling his manhood enlarge as Gatomon began to purr. Gatomon began to flag her tail about. Flamedramon winced every time her tail moved by his cock, praying that she would not discover it. It was only minutes before that exact event inevitably happened. Her tail set down directly over his phallus, causing him to twitch in uncomfortablilty. She gasped as her tail landed on his lap. She twisted her head to see behind her. She turned back to face Flamedramon, who was glad his helmet covered his reddening face.
“You do like me, don’t you?” she said, blinking seductively. He stared quietly back at her, panicking.
“Yeah,” he said, sighing. He released his breath as she smiled back at him.
“Well, if you do like me, don’t move a muscle,” she crawled forward, and locked her lips against his. Her rough tongue slipping into his mouth and bathing the inside. His tongue slowly and unwillingly returned the favor. She pulled back, content.
“Well, you do like me,”
He winced as she turned around, looking directly at his cock. She carefully placed her gloved paws around his shaft and began to stroke. He shivered as she licked his head and hole. She soon placed his member into her mouth completely and began to suck it. To her, this was like a chlorine flavored Popsicle in the pool. To him, this was insanity. Twenty minutes ago, he was enjoying a pleasant dream of finally beating Adam and Hawkmon at Rock Band, now, he was having sex with a digimon he had met a few hours ago.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked, praying she could hear him. His prayer was denied as it took her a minute to respond.
“What?” she said, honestly having not heard him. He shook his head and asked again.
“I said: Why are you doing this?”
“Because,” she responded, turning around, “You’re hot and so far, judging by the fact that you haven’t moved, you’re enjoying this just as much as me.”
Flamedramon racked his mind for a response but came up empty handed. During there conversation, she had positioned herself over his twitching manhood. In the next split second he thought to himself.
‘This is the part where, before something shocking or terrible happens, you see you’re whole life flash before your eyes. Or, maybe I should say a prayer. Uh… Dear digi-gods, I’m sorry I used to sneak out in the middle of the night and eat. I’m sorry I stole Adam’s flash drive that one time to store my illegally downloaded movies. I’m sorry I watched all of Adam’s pornos. I’m sorr- … Oooooh… so good.’
His split second ended as Gatomon dropped herself onto Flamedramon’s cock and began to slide up and down, cutting his thoughts short. Soon Flamedramon found himself releasing his death grip on the edge of the inflatable pad and thrusting forward in unison with her. Soon he gathered the courage to reach forward and grab her small waist. He spun her around so that she was facing away from him and rolled over on his side. He lifted her leg and began to thrust. He moved as hard and fast as he could, giving the feline an ultimate pleasure. She was tight and warm, her size so small in comparison to Flamedramon who was at least five eight. She soon came, her juices dripping along his shaft. This was the end for Flamedramon; he pulled out of Gatomon just in time for his climax. He sprayed his seed across her entire body, cumming for a total of at least thirty seconds. Once he was empty, he sighed and rolled off into the pool. Gatomon lay on the mat, sticky with cum, until Flamedramon came up from beneath, tipping her into the pool. At first she panicked, until Flamedramon came up behind her and began to cleanse her of his sperm. When she was clean, he dried her off and carried her up to bed. After tucking her in, he sat in his room staring at posters of his favorite movies that were tacked to his ceiling.
“Awesome pool party!”
Part 4
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Renamon was standing in the guest room, alone, looking out the back window. The previous day, Adam had thrown a small, private pool party. Halfway through said festivity, he revealed it was mostly for her and her friends. It was four in the morning. It was Flamedramon’s idea, the previous day, to go on a walk this early in the morning. He figured that the only humans that would be awake early enough to see them would pass them off as hallucinations. She had elected to stay at the house. They had just left, and they were still in sight. However, the moment they exited the view of the house, there came a knock on the guest room door.
“Hey,” Adam said, as he poked his head in the door, “You okay?”
He appeared to be completely honest in his intentions but Renamon still did not trust him.
“Yes,” she said, curling her tail around her legs, “I’m fine.”
“You don’t look ‘fine’,” Adam responded, stepping into the room completely, “You look a bit troubled. You sure you’re feeling alright?”
“Yes,” she said, flatly.
“Are you su-”
Adam’s question was cut short as Renamon lashed around and delivered a kick straight to his face. Humans were in no way as strong as digimon and she knew that. Yet, she struck as though she was taking down an attacker twice her size. She yelled as she made contact.
“I SAID I’M FINE!”
Adam hit the wall and reflected down onto the floor. There he sat for a minute, blood pooling on his shirt from his broken nose. Adam then stood, coughing up blood as he did. He looked directly at Renamon and rushed forward, but she was faster. She planted two punches directly in his gut and pulled his leg out from under him. She then lifted him and threw him to the other side of the room. He once again struck the wall with enough force to rattle the windows in their frames. Yet again, he stood up. He staggered and moved as fast as he could towards Renamon.
‘Why does he keep coming back for more?’ Renamon thought to herself. She prepared to strike the man again but looked at him. His eyes were locked with hers. His gray-green eyes had pierced her ice blue ones directly to her soul. They contained no hate, only a deep look that Renamon could not decipher. This paralyzed her, giving Adam enough time to close in. He stopped and flung his arms around Renamon, a move she recognized as a hold. She held her breath, expecting to have the life squeezed from her, but nothing happened. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Still nothing. Until Renamon realized what had happened. She had just received her first hug from a human. She looked around, eyeing the damage that had been caused. Where Adam first hit the wall, there was a large hole in the dry wall and a pool of Adam’s blood on the floor. Where he had hit second, there was an indentation but a support beam had stopped Adam from flying into the next room. She then realized what she had done. She had attacked the one person that had cared for her since the events of several days ago. The one that caught her when she fainted. The one that dressed her sprained ankle. The one that had thrown her a party. The one that fed her and let her sleep in his house. This alone was enough to bring tears to her eyes. She then broke down and cried. Adam held her as she sank to the floor, blood pouring from his body onto her fur.
“I’m sorry,” Renamon cried, holding Adam as though if she let go he would disappear, “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he said, his voice calm and soothing, “I pressed into your business, which I shouldn’t have done. By the way, you are very good at fighting.”
The last remark made her laugh, she had just beaten the crap out of him and he still had a compliment to offer.
“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up before my blood stains your fur.”
He helped her up and together, they walked to the master bathroom. Adam opened the door and turned on the light and fan. He walked over and turned the water on in the tub. As the large tub filled, he walked over to Renamon.
“Sleeves,” he said, holding out his blood-free hand. She slowly took them off and handed them to him. He laid them neatly on a pile of fresh towels and walked to the sink. He began to wash his hands of any bodily fluids that remained on them. He then dunked his head in the water and pulled it back out. The blood had begun to dry on his chin and face so he began to wash it off.
“Please, let me,” Renamon said, taking the washcloth from his hands. She gently scrubbed the blood from his face and nose, which had stopped bleeding. Once he was clean, he stood and walked to the tub. He held his arm in a mock chauffeur gesture towards the water. Renamon walked over and slid into the warm bath. He began to wash her back and shoulders with a shampoo he had pulled from under the sink. Once her upper back was clean of blood he moved down to her lower back. She moaned quietly as Adam’s fingers and hands moved through her fur and tail. He eventually made his way to her chest causing her to gasp audibly.
“I’m sorry,” Adam said, pulling his hand away, slightly up towards his face, “I did not mean to-”
Renamon reached up and grabbed his hand pulling it back towards her.
“Please,” she said, “Continue,”
Adam continued to massage her clean for another half hour. Once she was clean, he helped her out of the water and into a towel. He pulled the plug on the tub full of sanguine water and reached off to a corner. He pulled out a first aid kit. He cut a long piece of soft bandage and wrapped it around the middle of his head. Once his broken nose was firmly in place, he flipped off the lights and picked up Renamon’s sleeves.
“I’m gonna wash these, you’ll have them back tomorrow. Until then, did you ever see that movie ‘Watchmen’?”
Together they watched the movie and the day carried out.
***
Later that night, a storm arose. As Renamon lie in bed, she waited for the lightning and thunder to stop, but it didn’t. She turned to Gatomon and Biyomon, but they were already asleep. She stood up, cringing as a massive amount of electricity emerged from the ground and shot into the sky. She picked up her pillow and, holding it tightly to her chest, made her way to Adam’s room. She walked in, and shook Adam’s shoulder as he slept. Soon he woke up.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern in his voice. Before Renamon could answer lightning flashed outside, causing her to jump. Adam chuckled.
“Are you afraid of lightning?” he said, smiling
“It’s not funny!” Renamon demanded from behind her pillow, “Can I sleep in here with you tonight?”
“Of course,” Adam said, shifting over. He held up the covers as she climbed onto his mattress. Lightning struck again and she began to shiver. Adam remedied this by placing his arm over her.
“Better?” he asked. Renamon nodded and soon, she was asleep.
Four hours later, she awoke. She turned to see Adam was still awake, his arm still around her.
“Were you watching me all night?” she asked, surprised by his determination.
“Yes,” he answered, yawning slightly, “You need the sleep more than I do.”
Renamon looked directly into his eyes, and kissed him. She felt his face muscles flex as his eyes opened wide, yet he did not pull away.
“Nice kiss,” she said, still looking at Adam. He thanked her and sat back on his pillow. Within three minutes he was asleep. Renamon sat, awake, looking at him. She wanted more. She felt as though she owed him for something, but she felt like that was not the only reason. She pulled back the covers and looked at him. He wore black pajama pants with brown stripes. She looked down at her own arms and whispered to herself.
“If I’m going to be naked, you are,” she said, pulling the drawstring of his pants. She slid them down to his ankles and stared at his nude form. Adam reached up to scratch at his bandage in his sleep. Once he had stopped moving, Renamon went to work. She leaned in close to his genitals gave his head a lick. She leaned back to check for a reaction, but when there was none she continued. She cupped his balls in one furry hand as she stroked his cock to life. Within seconds it was at its full length and ready. She placed the member in her mouth and began to suck. After a minute or two she moved her left hand down to her own crotch and began to finger herself. After five minutes of being blown, Adam came in his sleep. Renamon’s mouth was filled with sperm as it flew from Adam’s phallus. Ten seconds later the event had ended. Renamon swallowed the liquid and laid there for a long time. After a while she replaced Adam’s pants and pulled the covers back over them. Then she slept.
***
Digital World
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Nikolas woke up with his face pressed into a hard rock. He was soaking wet and freezing.
“Gatomon,” he said, rubbing the sand from his dark skin, “Gatomon?”
He sat up and pushed his dreadlocks out of his face. He was in an under ground cave. Above him, he saw the hole they had fallen through, blocked by a huge rock. To his left he saw his friends, Yuriko and Rea, lying out on the side of a lake. He got up and walked over to Yuriko.
“Dude, getup!” he said, tapping the Asian boy’s shoulder with his foot.
“I can’t, I’m dead,” he responded, laughing to himself, “Where are we?”
“We fell. We’re still in the digital world. We missed the rocks and landed in a lake. Wake up Rea; it’s time to go,”
“Wait, where’s Biyomon and the others?” he said, brushing his black hair out of his eyes.
“I don’t know, but Rea might. She caught the ledge when we fell.”
Yuriko stood and stretched. He pulled out his phone instinctively to check the time. There was no service in the Digital World and he knew that, it just made him feel better to know he still had a phone. He walked over to Rea. Her red-brown hair was still tied behind her head in a pony tail and she too was soaked to the bone.
“Get up,” Yuriko said, shaking her awake, “We’ve got problems.”
“Like what?” she responded, standing up.
“The digimon are gone and we’re still in the digital world. Do you know if they got out?”
She looked around. Nikolas was searching for an exit while they talked.
“They got out; I saw them.”
“Then let’s get out and go find them!” Yuriko said, going off to help Nikolas. She looked up to where she had fallen from.
“Renamon, I hope you’re still trying to find him.”
Part 5
Adam awoke the next morning, adjusting his pants slightly.
“These were more comfortable when I put them on,” he said, re-tying the drawstring. Renamon was still sleeping beneath his arm, her tail flicking as she dreamed. Adam carefully stood up and crept out of the room. Every living thing in the house was unconscious. Adam slipped down the stairs and began to prepare breakfast. He cracked his back several times in quick succession while bending to retrieve eggs from the bottom of the fridge.
“Damn, she hits hard!” he said, straightening himself. He turned on the stove and began to cook.
***
Elsewhere
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“Yo, Yuri!” Nikolas said, tapping his friend, “Do I still have mud in my hair?”
“Nah, you’re good,” Yuriko responded, clicking through the pages of his digivice, “You getting any readings, Rea?”
“I’m getting five digital traces about a mile from here,” she said, placing her own device on her belt, “Let’s move!”
***
Adam’s house
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Adam finished setting the table. He cursed himself for not putting on a shirt before cooking bacon as he set the plate of sizzling meat on the table.
“Alright, breakfast for six,” he said, “Oh damn, almost forgot toast!”
He put bread in the toaster and leaned against the counter as he waited.
***
Outside Adam’s house
***
“They’re inside,” Rea said, making sure her hair was tied tightly behind her head, “There are two digimon inside, and knowing the kidnapping type, they are probably huge. You guys ready?”
The two nodded as they prepared to move in.
***
Adam’s house
***
“Toast, toasted,” Adam said, placing the towering stack on the table, “Wake up call time.”
Adam began to walk to the stair case pausing as he thought he saw something outside the window. He walked over to look, standing in front of the large glass pane. Suddenly, a person flew through the glass and placed both feet firmly into Adam’s chest!
He sailed backwards and landed on the stove burning his hand. He got up and sprinted to his training room.
Two others had flown through the windows upstairs. Flamedramon stumbled out of his room, half of his armor on. He turned around in time to see a dark figure jump towards him. The man placed his foot on the wall and jumped off. He kicked Flamedramon in the face, causing him to fall through the banister and onto the lower floor. Hawkmon was more prepared as he flew around the attempted blows of his assailant. Suddenly the boy grabbed the bird’s leg and through him at the unbroken window, causing it to crack. He then tossed him out of his room and into the hands of the other attacker. Hawkmon was thrown down on top of Flamedramon. The two teen invaders looked at each other and jumped down to the floor below.
Adam was in combat with his female foe. He had secured his katana and his opponent had claimed one of his spears as her weapon. They clashed for several minutes, causing massive collateral damage to the room. Adam then stumbled on his own feet and was pressed into the ground by his attacker. She placed a knife at Adam’s throat and led him into the living room. There, he saw Hawkmon pinned against a wall by his neck and Flamedramon on the ground, being threatened by his own gauntlet.
Just then, Renamon came walking down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“Mmmm, something smells great, Adam. Shall I wake the othe-” her words were stopped by the sight of the living room. Bits of wood and glass littered the floor, Adam stood, covered in blood from his re-broken nose and several minor scratches.
“Renamon?” the girl holding Adam asked, her expression going from furious to furious and confused, “What are you doing?”
“What are you doing? Besides holding another tamer hostage for offering us a nice place to stay, of course.” She responded, leaning against the wall. She called for Gatomon and Biyomon and they soon joined the others. The male attackers soon became just as confused as Adam.
“What’s going on?” asked one of them, pushing dreads out of his face.
“We were coming down for breakfast. And why are you pinning Flamedramon?” Gatomon responded, she said flicking her tail.
“There appears to be a misunderstanding, so if you could just let us go, we can-” Hawkmon started, but his captor soon tightened his grip on Hawkmon’s windpipe, “Or I could shut up!”
The girl waved her hand and released Adam. Hawkmon and Flamedramon were soon set free as well. Adam crumpled to the floor, pale from blood loss. Renamon jumped down and helped him into a chair. She touched his nose gently, causing him to reel back in pain.
“You re-broke his nose. And they don’t look to good either.” Renamon said, turning on the girl, “And I can guarantee that Adam is going to be pissed about his windows and banister.”
“Yeah, Rea!” Gatomon responded, nudging Flamedramon, “You owe him quite a bit of money.”
“Wait,” Flamedramon said, pulling a piece of banister out of his back, “You know them?”
“Yeah, they’re our tamers,” Biyomon said, landing on one of their heads, “This is Yuriko, that’s Nikolas and that’s Rea.”
The three of them shifted awkwardly, as they observed the damage. Hawkmon got up and flitted over to the shattered window.
“Hey, asian kid, Yuriko or whatever! Come help me put plastic over this window so we don’t get rained in!”
Yuriko walked over assisted Hawkmon. Flamedramon got up and reclaimed his gauntlet from Nikolas. Rea turned to Renamon and pulled her off to the other room.
“He’s the other tamer?!”
“Yeah, he is. And you destroyed his house, took him hostage and almost made him die of blood loss; it should be real easy to convince him to join us. Luckily, he seems to enjoy our company.”
“I don’t have to take this from anybody! Least of all you! I just saved your ass and you come off to me like this?”
“Yeah! You saved me from a soft bed, hot baths and good company! And if you look in there, you’ll see the breakfast he was making for us!”
“Shut it!” Rea responded, “I decide what happens in your life! Period!”
Renamon ran upstairs and left the rest of them behind. Adam came to and jumped up. The color had returned to his face, and he started to chew a bit of bacon. Rea walked in and addressed him.
“Hi there,” she said, putting on her best nice-girl façade, “Sorry we attacked you, we thought you had our partners hostage-”
“Stop right there!” Adam said, “Some people can hear when they are unconscious,”
Adam stood up and left the room. Flamedramon pushed Nikolas towards the stairs.
“You’re going to help me fix the banister,” he said, putting his gauntlet back on. Adam was halfway up the stairs when Flamedramon got there, “Where are you going?”
“To clean up. We have company and a hag in our house,” he said, dodging falling debris from the ceiling. Adam stumbled the rest of the way up the stairs, and into the upstairs hallway. He heard a small sigh from the hall bathroom. He knocked on the door twice.
“Come in.” came Renamon’s voice from inside. Adam stepped in to find her sitting in the sill of the shattered window. Adam kicked the remaining glass out and joined her.
“So what’s up?” he asked, leaning against the side of the window.
“Nothing,” she said, crossing her arms.
“I heard you talking to what’s-her-face.” Adam said, turning to face her, “and there weren’t exactly kind words there.”
“Yeah,” she said, “I need a walk. Care to join me?”
“Sure,”
Together they jumped down and walked the path behind Adam’s house. It was several hours before their return. When they arrived back at the house, the shattered windows had been covered and there was a dumpster of banister remains outside. They walked inside to see everybody except Rea talking in the living room.
“You guys can stay here,” Adam announced, “The couches are fold outs so space shouldn’t be an issue. Now who wants pizza?”
The four digimon leapt into the air with excitement, the two boys awkwardly raising their hands. Adam proceeded to order ten large pizzas and change out of his bloody clothes.
This is my lemon. I cant think of a name for it so i need your help. If you could just put a suggestion for the title in a reply, it would be epic! Please comment and/or criticize!
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The walls of the cave collapsed as they ran through. Though they moved as fast as they could, the humans could not keep up. Renamon, Biyomon, and Gatomon were twenty feet ahead of the others when the floor collapsed behind them. The first tamer jumped, barely catching the ledge. There she hung, glancing down to see what had become of her fallen friends and looking up at her frightened partner. The three digimon had stopped and were staring back at her. Gatomon was supporting her arm which had suffered a decent gash and Biyomon looked as though she was struggling to stay conscious. Renamon had twisted her ankle in the turnaround. The girl looked up and saw the roof of the cave begin to crack, then she looked her Renamon straight in the eyes.
“Run!” she said, as the cave collapsed. Biyomon passed out, only to be caught by Renamon. She proceeded to scoop up Gatomon and teleport fifty feet forward, out of the cave. As they sat on the other side of the wall, they listened to the deafening sound of rock hitting rock, then all was silent.
***
1 year earlier
***
Adam lived alone and he liked it that way. Though he was going on fifteen, his parents had purchased him a house of his own. He did not enjoy being that rich kid whose parents bought him everything, so he got himself a job and whenever the money was transferred into his account, he only took enough to cover what he could not pay himself and saved the rest. Every year on his birthday, his parents would give him a phone call and transfer him five hundred extra dollars, with which he was to buy himself something nice. His birthday was tomorrow, he never looked forward to it. He had nobody to celebrate with, his band was away on vacation and he had no other friends instate. He cleared his long hair out of his face with a shake of his head and decided to go decide what to spend the money on this year. He sat down on his computer and fired it up. He thought about all the stuff he had piled up in his various shopping carts. When his computer finally started, he opened the internet. Suddenly his computer screen froze.
“Ah, COME ON!” He yelled as he struck the side of the monitor. His screen turned white and began to emit a strange light. He stared at it for a long while, waiting. Suddenly a beam of light shot out and struck him in the forehead. As Adam slipped into unconsciousness, a small, rust-orange device appeared next to his head.
***
Adam awoke the next day with a massive head ache.
“Happy Birthday to me.”
He sat up and studied his surroundings. What the hell had happened last night? He sat back on his hands, feeling something cool and smooth under his right fore finger. He turned and picked up the small piece of tech.
“I don’t remember buying you,” he said, as he studied the device carefully. It had no markings telling what it was. No copyright, no patent, no barcode, no label. Just a screen and a few buttons. When he pressed these buttons, nothing happened. He tossed the device down by his computer as the phone rang. He walked over and picked it up. It was his parents of course. They struck up a long conversation about birthdays and gifts. After a long hour, his parents said goodbye and hung up. Adam’s cell phone vibrated as his bank account received five hundred dollars. He strolled over to his computer to spend his prize but hesitated. He stared at the small device and though of the night before. Soon he decided he was being paranoid. He turned on his computer and waited. He studied the device more until his screen popped up. When he held it up to the screen to see it better, he noticed something weird about his screen.
“That’s not my opening screen,” he said. His screen suddenly flashed blue-white as he was pulled out of his chair.
***
Adam stood in the middle of a dense jungle. He spun around in an attempt to catalog his surroundings.
“Okay,” he said to himself, “I just got eaten by my computer. It’s alright this kind of stuff happens everyday, oh what am I saying, HELLO!?!”
He yelled for the good part of half an hour until his voice gave out.
“Well this birthday is particularly suck-ish!” he said, punching the ground.
“It’s your birthday?” said a voice. Adam looked around wildly, seeing nothing.
“Who’s there?!” he said, awaiting a response. A dark red bird walked into the small clearing. It had a belt around its head with a feather in the back.
“I’m here. It’s your birthday?” it asked. Adam stared, wondering what to do.
“Yes. Yes, it’s my birthday.”
“Happy Birthday Adam!” The bird ran up shook his hand vigorously.
“How do you know my name?” he asked the bird.
“Because you have that!” the bird responded, pointing to the device in Adam’s hand, “I’m Hawkmon,”
“Hello, Hawkmon,” Adam said, staring, “What are you a bird?”
“No, I’m a Digimon. More specifically, I’m your digimon partner!”
“P-P-Partner?”
“Yes! I’ve waited a while for you, about two months to be exact.” Hawkmon waited for Adam to absorb everything.
“So we’re partners, right?”
“Yeah,”
“Okay,” Adam couldn’t believe what was going on, more so he could not believe what he was about to say, “You want to come live with me?”
“YES!” Hawkmon shouted, causing Adam to jump.
“Alright! But first we have to find a way out of here.”
“I know of one! It’s about three hundred yards that way!” Hawkmon pointed, “But we have to be careful. Its right outside a valley that a bunch of Dinohyumon live in. They don’t take well to trespassers.”
Nodding, Adam set off in that direction with Hawkmon on his shoulders. They started bordering the valley when Hawkmon decided to strike up conversation.
“So where do you live?” he asked.
“Uh…” Adam thought, but his though was cut short as a blue and red blur crashed through the trees ahead. Adam dove out of the way of flying debris, Hawkmon barely holding on. They peeked above the log they were behind to see what had happened. There was an armored, blue creature slumped against a tree, not twenty feet from them. Adam ducked back down and decided to take a second look. He then noticed that the being was bleeding from the mouth and several deep slashes.
“Oh my God,” Adam said as he ran to the creatures side, “Is it another digimon?”
“Yes,” Hawkmon replied, “He’s a Flamedramon, badly wounded. There isn’t much we can do.”
“Yeah, but I’m not about to let someone die when I can do something,” he lifted the Digimon onto his shoulders, “Damn, your heavy. Which way to the exit?”
Hawkmon pointed and they set off at a run. They soon reached a small TV. No sooner were they standing in front of it, they were back in Adam’s living room.
“Go clear off that table!” Adam said, gesturing towards the kitchen. Hawkmon soon had the contents of the table on the ground. Adam walked in and set Flamedramon down on it. He kicked open a cabinet under the sink and pulled a duffel bag out from under it. He opened it and removed several bottles and ten rolls of bandages. He cleaned Flamedramon’s wounds and bandaged them while Hawkmon watched. When he was finished, he grabbed two cans of soda from the fridge. Tossing one to Hawkmon, he wandered into the living room. Adam shut the computer to avoid any accidental trips and sat down on the couch. He turned to see Hawkmon struggling with his can.
“Just pop it open like this,” he said, chuckling as he demonstrated. Hawkmon soon followed suit and began to drink his beverage. Adam clicked on the TV and watched. Together he and Hawkmon wasted hours talking and watching TV. When Flamedramon didn’t wake up after four hours, they embarked on watching the Star Wars saga. After thirteen hours of light sabers, Jedi, and The Force, they went in to check on Flamedramon.
“I’m concerned,” Adam said, “He hasn’t woken up for seventeen hours. You go poke him.”
“What?! Why me?!”
“Because I don’t want to do it.”
“Well you have to,” Hawkmon said, “I refuse.”
“Fine,” Adam walked up and stood at the edge of the table. After a quick prayer, he reached out and shook the Digimon’s shoulder. When nothing happened, he shrugged to Hawkmon and they walked away. Once they had settled down in the living room, the kitchen seemed to explode behind them!
“FIRE ROCKET!” Flamedramon shouted as he blasted the ceiling. He jumped up to fight only to find a chandelier in the path of his head. One second later he was on the ground cursing. Adam walked over and examined the three huge burn marks on his ceiling. He walked over to Flamedramon who was covering his face.
“Calm down,” he said, "your not in the digital world, your in my house. You shouldn’t try to move too much or the bandages won’t hold. Can you tell me what happened?”
“Who are you?”
“I’m Adam,” he said, “This is Hawkmon.”
The digi-hawk waved as Flamedramon took one hand off his face.
“I was walking. I came into a valley that seemed empty enough. I lay down and took a quick nap. Next thing I know, I get kicked in the head, slashed in the ribs, lifted and thrown through a couple dozen trees. Then I woke up here and accidentally burned your ceiling.”
“Well, you were bleeding pretty bad. You’re going to have to stay here for a while.”
“I see. Can you help me up?”
They helped Flamedramon up and he leaned against the cabinet. Adam reached into the fridge and pulled out a soda. He made a gesture to hand it to Flamedramon, but stopped.
“Can you open this?” he asked, staring at his claws.
“Yeah, hang on,” Flamedramon shook his claws down, the armor dropping to the floor, “There.”
Adam tossed the soda to him. He caught it and opened the can, drinking deeply from the fizzy liquid within. Hawkmon flew up and landed on the counter.
“Hi, I’m Hawkmon,” he said, waving his wing, “You should stay here with us!”
“I would hate to overstay my welcome,” Flamedramon said, taking another draught from the can.
“It’s okay with me,” Adam said, suddenly wanting more people in his life.
“Well, it’s not like I had any friends in the digital world,” He said, looking into his soda, “I would like to stay here.”
“We would love to have you.” Adam said, extending a hand. Flamedramon shook it while Hawkmon hovered six inches above the counter in happiness. Together, they helped Flamedramon to the couch where they spent the next few days watching TV and doing nothing.
***
Present Day
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“Dude,” Adam said, grabbing for an unseen object, “Hawkmon, wake up!”
Adam found an empty can of soda and threw it in Hawkmon’s direction. The empty can landed on the digimon’s stomach, forcing all of his breath out.
“Ow,” Hawkmon groaned, “What did you do that for?”
“You wouldn’t wake up so I chucked a can at you,”
“I know that!” he yelled, “I meant why couldn’t you just come tap me?”
“Cause I’m lazy,” he replied, “Do you remember what happened last night?”
“Yeah; we watched The Last Samurai then got into a bokken fight, Flamedramon managed to destroy the both of us.”
“Oh, yeah,” Adam scratched his head and searched for a handhold. He stood up and struggled to Flamedramon’s room. He opened the door and looked inside. Flamedramon lay asleep in his bed, unaware of the judgment that would soon befall him.
“Hawkmon, go get the whipped cream,” he said, holding out his hand. Soon Hawkmon returned with the spray can. Together they snuck into the room and moved over to the dresser. Opening the drawer, they lifted out Flamedramon’s helmet. They sprayed an ample amount inside and replaced it. He tossed the can to Hawkmon, who flew it out into the kitchen. Adam then tapped the sleeping blue digimon on the shoulder.
“Dude,” he said, “Dude, wake up and get ready. We’re going out to breakfast. Hurry!”
Flamedramon slowly got out of bed and stretched. He shuffled over to the drawer and picked out his helmet. He was about to put it on when he looked directly at it. He ran over to Adam and stuck the helmet on his head. Adam felt a sickly, oozing feeling as the cream slid down his face.
“I always wondered what you looked like with that helmet on. You’re going to have to get up a bit earlier to trick me. Now you said something about breakfast?” he said, walking over to his drawer.
Adam cleaned the cream off his head and out of the helmet, giving it to Flamedramon when he got out of his room. Adam walked into the kitchen, defeated.
“Go get your clothes,” he said, to Hawkmon, “We’re going out to breakfast.”
Adam had purchased hooded sweaters and pants for the both of them so they could go out in public and not be conspicuous. In thirty minutes, Flamedramon and Hawkmon had donned their clothing and were waiting by the door. Adam grabbed the keys and exited into the garage. After a short drive, they stood outside the restaurant. They entered through the double doors and greeted the host. Two hours later, they were driving back to the house. They arrived and the digimon abandoned their clothes. As Flamedramon left to put on his armor, Adam flipped on the TV and watched the weather channel for two minutes before starting a DVD. After watching two Lord of the Rings movies, Flamedramon challenged Adam and Hawkmon to a game of Rock Band. Accepting, they set up the controllers, adjusting the drums to Hawkmon’s height. Flamedramon and Adam strapped on guitar controllers and the game began.
***
Renamon had been walking for hours. She carried Gatomon on her shoulders and Biyomon under one arm. After the cave collapsed, she found a gate out of the Digital world. They appeared in the loading area of a Best Buy where a crate of laptops had fell open and started. Once they got out of the store, she began to walk. After a long while, she had made it to the safety of a tree on a golf course. She soon felt a presence of a digimon nearby. She lifted her companions and moved out, moving at a quick sprint.
“There must be a Tamer nearby,” she said, as she ran, “Hopefully, friendly.”
***
“Ha!” Adam declared, “I win again! I am on fire!”
“You're really gonna be on fire if you don't stop rubbing it in!” Flamedramon said, as Hawkmon congratulated Adam with a high-wing. Suddenly the doorbell rang.
“That must be the pizza. If you start the next song without me, I’m changing your difficulty to expert!”
Adam ran to the door grabbing cash off the counter as he went. He pulled a small table to the door to put the pizza on while he paid. He opened the door and dropped the cash and table.
“Oh my god,” he said, as he beheld who had rang the bell. A Renamon stood in the doorway, slumped against the wall. In her arms, she carried a Gatomon and a Biyomon.
“GUYS! HERE! NOW!” Adam shouted, stepping forward.
“It was all Hawkmon’s idea!” Flamedramon yelled, as he sprinted in, “It was his idea to put those DVDs from your room in the coat closet! Oh, God.”
The last statement was made when he saw the digimon. He reached around the corner and pulled Hawkmon from his hiding place, who responded similarly to the other two. Hawkmon rushed forward to carry the Biyomon. Adam helped Renamon as she fainted, while Flamedramon caught the Gatomon. They carried the injured digimon to the guest room, which conveniently contained three beds. Once the three were safe and their injuries tended to, the guys left the room.
“Now what’s all this business about moving my DVDs?” Adam asked, as Hawkmon tapped his foot and Flamedramon whistled.
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Alright. Next post is Part 2
Hey guys,
Part 2! By now some of you might have realized that this is the same story that i posted last time (for all three of you that read it last time). But the last thread was so messed up because i picked some weird way to edit in new posts that i stopped bothering.
So enjoy the 2nd part of my lemon!
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Hawkmon woke up the next day with a comic book stuck to his face. I took him thirty seconds to figure out that Spiderman was not frozen in front of him. After peeling the paper off his face, he smoothed out his feathers and secured his head band. He strolled down into the kitchen, yawning. He arrived and looked at the clock. It was four thirty in the morning.
“Early bird gets the worm,” he said, allowing himself the joke. He poured himself a bowl of cereal and grabbed a spoon. He sat for a long while and enjoyed Adult Swim. Around six, Adam and Flamedramon wondered out.
“We have to go out and get more first aid stuff and extra food for our guests. We will be back at noon. There is a note in their room that says the downstairs bathroom is open. If they need anything, you know where it is, alright?”
Hawkmon nodded in agreement. Once they had left the house, Hawkmon walked up to the upstairs bathroom. He turned on the warm water and let it run. He walked off and got a towel, returning once he had secured the towel and a new bar of soap. He left the door cracked so he could hear the activities of the house, threw his head band onto the counter, slipped into the bath and dozed off.
***
Biyomon was the first to wake up. She rolled around until she knew that she was covered and in a bed. Once she freed herself from the covers, she sat up and looked around. To her right, she saw her two friends. She got up and shook Renamon awake.
“Renamon,” she whispered, shaking her companion’s shoulder, “Where are we?”
“We are in a house. I don’t know the name of the guy who owns it, but he has claimed responsibility for our recovery,” Renamon mumbled, seeing a small piece of paper on her bedside table. She handed the note to Biyomon.
“Here, it says the bathroom is open. Why don’t you go take a bath or something, calm down.”
Biyomon picked up the note and studied it. She turned and saw a pile of clean towels in the corner. She picked one up and walked outside. She saw the bathroom at the end of the hall and started towards it. The door was cracked and the fan was on. She wandered inside and set her towel down.
***
Hawkmon heard a quiet shuffling noise in the bathroom with him. He opened his eyes slightly and looked around. He saw the Biyomon that they had helped into the guest room wandering around in the bathroom. He didn’t move for the sake of being seen. He lay there, silently. Suddenly, Biyomon shut the door. His heart began to quicken, he was locked in a bathroom. Biyomon reached down and unclasped the metal ring around her ankle. Only then, she turned towards the tub and uttered a little shriek.
“What are you doing?!?” she asked, covering herself with a towel.
“I was having a nice nap until you screamed,” he coolly responded, “May I ask why you walked in on my bath?”
Though Hawkmon managed to keep his voice smooth and under control, his body was in utter panic. The fact that Biyomon had removed the only piece of apparel she ever wore was somewhat of a turn on. He thanked god that he was in the tub, for his male hood had begun to slide out of its feathery pouch.
“Will you stop staring at me?” she said, “I am naked.”
“Well, you’re staring at me and if you would look, you would see that I am nude as well. Now please, why did you walk in on me?”
“I thought that the bathroom was empty,”
“Oh, the downstairs bathroom is open. Adam must not have been very specific in his note. You might want to wait an hour or two to take a bath though; one bath takes pretty much all of the hot water.”
“Well, may I share that one with you then?” she asked. At that moment, Hawkmon had a small panic attack. His member sprung to its full size as he considered his options. He did not want to sound rude, but at the same time he did not want to scare her away. He took in to account that the tub was rather large and him and her relatively small. If he could stay on the opposite side of the tub from her, everything would work out.
“I suppose you may,” he said, floating away from the entry point, She dropped the towel and fluttered up to the bath. Once she slipped in, Hawkmon began his plan of avoidance. After a bit of conversation, Biyomon moved directly across the tub, cornering him. She settled up next to him and began to speak.
“I want to thank you for saving us,” she said. At this, she planted a kiss on his left cheek, “Thank you.”
“If you’ll excuse me, I think I heard the phone ring,” he stood up, forgetting about his erection. He tried to fly out of the tub, but, since he was wet, he failed and crashed onto the side of the tub, completely exposed.
“And what is that?” Biyomon asked, spying his hard-on. She floated over to him and flipped him over, “Did you get hard just for me?”
Hawkmon’s heart raced as she touched his erect manhood. She started to slowly move her wing up and down his shaft. She leaned in close and placed her mouth around his cock. He moaned as her tongue danced around his phallus. She stopped sucking him and repositioned herself. She stood directly over his cock, waiting to see his reaction. She lowered herself to where the tip of his dick was pressed against her lips. She gasped as she dropped herself onto him. She began to hump him, soon having the favor returned upon her. Hawkmon grabbed her waist and began to thrust into her. The walls of her vagina convulsed as she reached her climax. The water around them warmed as her juices flowed into the bath. She looked at him, wanting more. He understood this message, and lifted her out of the tub. She bent over in front of him as he climbed out of the water. He walked up and began to rub the head of his dick against her ass. She moaned lightly as he stopped and placed his member on her pussy. Her tail-feathers tickled his chin as he slowly pushed into her. She was more sensitive from their previous activities, so she moaned loudly into a towel. She soon reached another climax, and another. Soon, he felt his phallus begin to twitch as he started his orgasm. He grunted as he shot six streams of bird-cum into her pussy. He pulled out of her as she passed out. He reached up to the counter and grabbed ankle ring. He clipped it back on to her leg and picked her up. His member slid back into its pouch as he carried her back to her room and tucked her into the bed. He went back into the bathroom and let the water out of the tub. Once the bathroom was clean and his head band was strapped back on, he wandered out into the living room and sat on the couch. Three hours later, Adam and Flamedramon walked in the door, carrying huge bags of food and medicine.
“How can you wake up so early in the morning and not be tired right now?” Flamedramon said, flopping down on the couch with a yawn.
“Oh, you know,” Hawkmon said, “Early bird gets the pus-, I mean worm. Haha!”
Hey guys,
This bit was a bit challenging to write. It's a Gatomon/Flamedramon, which was... different. Size differential and all. Enjoy!
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Adam sat up and looked at his phone. It was two days before his birthday. Adam sat up and thought about what he was doing. He opened the fridge, seeing all of the extra food that he had bought the previous day. The three injured digimon had not woken since they arrived, (as far as he knew). He sorted through and found a soda behind the beer that his friends sent him as a joke. He firmly told them that he didn’t drink and insulted their intelligence. He had neglected to throw it away and decided that he would do it tomorrow night. It was roughly four in the morning and he had no plans for the day. He greeted Hawkmon as he wandered into the kitchen.
“Hey man, what’s up?” he asked.
“Not much,” Hawkmon said in reply, grabbing a box of Frosted Flakes, “You’re up early.”
“Yeah,” Adam took a drink, “I couldn’t sleep. You have anything in particular you want to do today?”
“No, not really. Why?”
“Come give me a hand,”
Together they wandered out into the backyard. There sat the pool, empty and covered. Adam pulled the cover away and threw it into the grass, revealing all manner of dead bugs and small mammals in the pool.
“Ew,” Adam said as Hawkmon covered his beak, “Alright, I’ll clean this up and get the water running, you go into the party closet and get out the tables.”
“Alright!” Hawkmon replied, thankful that he was not assigned to cleanse the bottom of the pool. The “party closet” was a closet in the dining area which contained a couple foldable tables and the majority of the snack foods. Hawkmon dragged one of the tables into the backyard, then the other.
“Where do you want these?” he asked, wiping a small drop of sweat from his head band.
“Just put them right there,” Adam replied, pointing to the overhang. Hawkmon dragged them over and unfolded the legs. However, he was too small to flip the tables upright, so he let it be.
“You’re going to have to flip these over, but other than that they’re in place. Anything else?” Hawkmon inquired as the water began to gush into the now clean pool.
“Yeah, go get the emergency soda and put it in the fridge. Then start pulling out the chips. Also, you should bring the phone out here so I can order some food.” Adam listed, as he worked on the pool filter.
“Why are we doing all this?”
“Because we are going to have a bit of summer fun today.”
“Why do we need all this stuff if there are three of us?”
“Six of us. There are six of us. I plan on awaking our guests today.”
“Ah. I see. And shall I inform Flamedramon of today’s plans?”
“Nah. Just wait until he wakes up and he’ll figure it out.”
Hawkmon proceeded to do what he was told. Once all of the food had been set out on the counter inside, Hawkmon sat down to watch TV. Adam spent the next six hours arranging the activity. He flipped the tables and pulled out small foot-high benches to help the smaller digimon reach the tables. He set out lawn chairs, turned off the sprinklers and ordered food. Around ten the food arrived. Two delivery men carried trays filled with various barbequed meats. In their second trip, they brought along stacks of pizza and boxes of hot wings. They followed up by bringing in several dozen gallons of ice cream, which Adam had them place in the outside freezer. After Adam gave them the money he owed, they packed up and left. Just then, Flamedramon wandered out.
“What’s all this?” he asked, with a yawn.
“This is the first Adam pool party of the summer; we have food, drink, and fun. Now, follow me. We have to go wake up our guests.” Adam said, Hawkmon following the both of them.
“How do you plan to do that,” Hawkmon asked. Adam was searching for something on the ground and he soon righted himself and spoke.
“I am going to toss rocks at the window until they wake up in true, romantic fashion. What might not be so romantic is if I break the window and have to replace it.”
***
Renamon awoke and yawned. It had been a long while since she had been awake last and she wondered what had woken her. She sat up and looked around the room; there was no alarm and no person that might have roused her. The only thing she could hear was the breathing of her friends and some quiet music. She jumped as a loud tapping noise occurred somewhere behind her. She looked around and saw the window between her and Gatomon’s bed. She stood as the tapping noise occurred again. After struggling at the latch for a minute, she opened the window and stuck her head outside. She laughed and pulled back inside.
“Gatomon!” she said, tapping her sleeping friend on the shoulder, “Gatomon wake up. You have to see this.”
As Gatomon struggled out of bed, Renamon woke up Biyomon in a similar fashion. They soon congregated near the window.
“Hey!” Adam yelled from below, “Care to join us?”
The moment they had woken up, they were shocked. Here was a rather handsome guy and two male digimon, inviting them to a pool.
“Hang on!” Renamon shouted, pulling inside the window.
“I call the Flamedramon.” Gatomon said, causing the other two to laugh. Renamon took this as a yes.
“We’ll be right down!” Renamon shouted out the window. She stepped back inside and spoke to her friends, “I think we’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“Hardly,” Biyomon said, flying to the door.
“I don’t know,” Renamon said as she walked over, “That guy was pretty hot.”
They laughed as they wandered down through the house. They emerged through the large, sliding glass door into the backyard. Immediately, Adam and the guys were there.
“Hey,” Adam said, setting his drink on the table.
“Who are you supposed to be?” Renamon asked, her voice cold as she remembered why they were there.
“I’m Adam,” he said, his voice still steady, despite the harshness in hers, “But right now, that’s all you need to know. May I offer you something to eat?”
Renamon accepted that she was there and this “Adam” guy refused to tell her anything else. She cut the coldness from her voice and decided to have a bit of fun.
“Not right now, thank you,” she said, pulling at her purple sleeves, “I haven’t touched water in several days and right now, your pool is looking rather nice.”
She handed him the purple pieces of cloth and took a few steps towards the pool. She leaped ten feet into the air and landed in the pool with a large splash. At that, the party began. Adam set Renamon’s sleeves on the table and grabbed a bit of food. He joined Hawkmon on one of the lawn chairs.
“Well,” he said, “Today should be fun.”
Flamedramon tossed his armor aside, excluding his helmet, and climbed up on the diving board. He took a running leap and flew across the pool. He hit the water, face down, with a huge splash. Once the wake had settled, Flamedramon floated to the top.
“Yes!” he shouted, thrusting his arms in the air. Gatomon chuckled as Flamedramon looked at Adam, “How was that?”
“I’ll give it a three; Hawkmon?”
“Two. Your splash was huge.” Hawkmon, said as he tossed his head band on the table. Suddenly, Renamon spoke up.
“You call that a dive?” she said as she climbed out of the pool. Adam turned, mid-bite, to look. His draw dropped, releasing the pizza from his mouth. His arm went slack as Renamon sauntered by, spilling his soda to the ground.
“Ten,” he said, never taking her eyes off of the digi-fox. Renamon pretended she didn’t notice. She walked up on the diving board, and leapt. She gracefully slid into the water without a single drop of water leaving the main body.
“How high can we go?” Adam asked, jaw still slightly slack.
“Ten,” Hawkmon answered, through a mouthful of prime rib.
“Two hundred,” Adam said, opening a new soda.
“Thanks… uh, what’s your name, again?” Renamon asked, embarrassed that she had forgotten.
“Adam,” he replied. He brushed the food that had fallen off of himself, and resumed eating.
“Thank you, Adam,” she said, swimming to the other side of the pool.
The day went on. After several sessions of swimming, a few pounds of food each and several splash wars later, Adam retired.
“It’s ten o clock guys, I’m hitting the hay. Have fun!” he said, yawning. He opened the door, and walked inside. Over the next hour, Hawkmon, Renamon, and Biyomon went to bed. Flamedramon soon dozed off on the floating mat.
Gatomon awoke from her nap on the lawn chair. She yawned and looked around. It was dark and most of the light came from the underwater bulbs. She could not see any of her friends, nor could she see either the Hawkmon or Adam. She jumped as she heard a loud, roaring noise. She turned, only to see Flamedramon sleeping in the pool. She waited until he floated over to an edge, and walked on to the sleeping digimon’s chest. She settled down and looked at the covered face of her living cushion. It was about ten minutes before he opened his eyes to look into hers.
“Ah!” he gave a quick outburst, surprised at the presence on his chest, “What are you doing?”
“I’m looking at you,” Gatomon said, staring at him with her large eyes, “And I like what I see.”
“Uh… Thanks?” Flamedramon muttered, extremely uncomfortable, “Is that all?”
“No, it isn’t,”
“Then how may I help you?”
“You can stay still,” Gatomon began kneading into his chest, the shade of blue changing as pressure was applied. Flamedramon reluctantly enjoyed this massage, his large member beginning to emerge.
“Uh…” he said, feeling his manhood enlarge as Gatomon began to purr. Gatomon began to flag her tail about. Flamedramon winced every time her tail moved by his cock, praying that she would not discover it. It was only minutes before that exact event inevitably happened. Her tail set down directly over his phallus, causing him to twitch in uncomfortablilty. She gasped as her tail landed on his lap. She twisted her head to see behind her. She turned back to face Flamedramon, who was glad his helmet covered his reddening face.
“You do like me, don’t you?” she said, blinking seductively. He stared quietly back at her, panicking.
“Yeah,” he said, sighing. He released his breath as she smiled back at him.
“Well, if you do like me, don’t move a muscle,” she crawled forward, and locked her lips against his. Her rough tongue slipping into his mouth and bathing the inside. His tongue slowly and unwillingly returned the favor. She pulled back, content.
“Well, you do like me,”
He winced as she turned around, looking directly at his cock. She carefully placed her gloved paws around his shaft and began to stroke. He shivered as she licked his head and hole. She soon placed his member into her mouth completely and began to suck it. To her, this was like a chlorine flavored Popsicle in the pool. To him, this was insanity. Twenty minutes ago, he was enjoying a pleasant dream of finally beating Adam and Hawkmon at Rock Band, now, he was having sex with a digimon he had met a few hours ago.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked, praying she could hear him. His prayer was denied as it took her a minute to respond.
“What?” she said, honestly having not heard him. He shook his head and asked again.
“I said: Why are you doing this?”
“Because,” she responded, turning around, “You’re hot and so far, judging by the fact that you haven’t moved, you’re enjoying this just as much as me.”
Flamedramon racked his mind for a response but came up empty handed. During there conversation, she had positioned herself over his twitching manhood. In the next split second he thought to himself.
‘This is the part where, before something shocking or terrible happens, you see you’re whole life flash before your eyes. Or, maybe I should say a prayer. Uh… Dear digi-gods, I’m sorry I used to sneak out in the middle of the night and eat. I’m sorry I stole Adam’s flash drive that one time to store my illegally downloaded movies. I’m sorry I watched all of Adam’s pornos. I’m sorr- … Oooooh… so good.’
His split second ended as Gatomon dropped herself onto Flamedramon’s cock and began to slide up and down, cutting his thoughts short. Soon Flamedramon found himself releasing his death grip on the edge of the inflatable pad and thrusting forward in unison with her. Soon he gathered the courage to reach forward and grab her small waist. He spun her around so that she was facing away from him and rolled over on his side. He lifted her leg and began to thrust. He moved as hard and fast as he could, giving the feline an ultimate pleasure. She was tight and warm, her size so small in comparison to Flamedramon who was at least five eight. She soon came, her juices dripping along his shaft. This was the end for Flamedramon; he pulled out of Gatomon just in time for his climax. He sprayed his seed across her entire body, cumming for a total of at least thirty seconds. Once he was empty, he sighed and rolled off into the pool. Gatomon lay on the mat, sticky with cum, until Flamedramon came up from beneath, tipping her into the pool. At first she panicked, until Flamedramon came up behind her and began to cleanse her of his sperm. When she was clean, he dried her off and carried her up to bed. After tucking her in, he sat in his room staring at posters of his favorite movies that were tacked to his ceiling.
“Awesome pool party!”
Part 4
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Renamon was standing in the guest room, alone, looking out the back window. The previous day, Adam had thrown a small, private pool party. Halfway through said festivity, he revealed it was mostly for her and her friends. It was four in the morning. It was Flamedramon’s idea, the previous day, to go on a walk this early in the morning. He figured that the only humans that would be awake early enough to see them would pass them off as hallucinations. She had elected to stay at the house. They had just left, and they were still in sight. However, the moment they exited the view of the house, there came a knock on the guest room door.
“Hey,” Adam said, as he poked his head in the door, “You okay?”
He appeared to be completely honest in his intentions but Renamon still did not trust him.
“Yes,” she said, curling her tail around her legs, “I’m fine.”
“You don’t look ‘fine’,” Adam responded, stepping into the room completely, “You look a bit troubled. You sure you’re feeling alright?”
“Yes,” she said, flatly.
“Are you su-”
Adam’s question was cut short as Renamon lashed around and delivered a kick straight to his face. Humans were in no way as strong as digimon and she knew that. Yet, she struck as though she was taking down an attacker twice her size. She yelled as she made contact.
“I SAID I’M FINE!”
Adam hit the wall and reflected down onto the floor. There he sat for a minute, blood pooling on his shirt from his broken nose. Adam then stood, coughing up blood as he did. He looked directly at Renamon and rushed forward, but she was faster. She planted two punches directly in his gut and pulled his leg out from under him. She then lifted him and threw him to the other side of the room. He once again struck the wall with enough force to rattle the windows in their frames. Yet again, he stood up. He staggered and moved as fast as he could towards Renamon.
‘Why does he keep coming back for more?’ Renamon thought to herself. She prepared to strike the man again but looked at him. His eyes were locked with hers. His gray-green eyes had pierced her ice blue ones directly to her soul. They contained no hate, only a deep look that Renamon could not decipher. This paralyzed her, giving Adam enough time to close in. He stopped and flung his arms around Renamon, a move she recognized as a hold. She held her breath, expecting to have the life squeezed from her, but nothing happened. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Still nothing. Until Renamon realized what had happened. She had just received her first hug from a human. She looked around, eyeing the damage that had been caused. Where Adam first hit the wall, there was a large hole in the dry wall and a pool of Adam’s blood on the floor. Where he had hit second, there was an indentation but a support beam had stopped Adam from flying into the next room. She then realized what she had done. She had attacked the one person that had cared for her since the events of several days ago. The one that caught her when she fainted. The one that dressed her sprained ankle. The one that had thrown her a party. The one that fed her and let her sleep in his house. This alone was enough to bring tears to her eyes. She then broke down and cried. Adam held her as she sank to the floor, blood pouring from his body onto her fur.
“I’m sorry,” Renamon cried, holding Adam as though if she let go he would disappear, “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he said, his voice calm and soothing, “I pressed into your business, which I shouldn’t have done. By the way, you are very good at fighting.”
The last remark made her laugh, she had just beaten the crap out of him and he still had a compliment to offer.
“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up before my blood stains your fur.”
He helped her up and together, they walked to the master bathroom. Adam opened the door and turned on the light and fan. He walked over and turned the water on in the tub. As the large tub filled, he walked over to Renamon.
“Sleeves,” he said, holding out his blood-free hand. She slowly took them off and handed them to him. He laid them neatly on a pile of fresh towels and walked to the sink. He began to wash his hands of any bodily fluids that remained on them. He then dunked his head in the water and pulled it back out. The blood had begun to dry on his chin and face so he began to wash it off.
“Please, let me,” Renamon said, taking the washcloth from his hands. She gently scrubbed the blood from his face and nose, which had stopped bleeding. Once he was clean, he stood and walked to the tub. He held his arm in a mock chauffeur gesture towards the water. Renamon walked over and slid into the warm bath. He began to wash her back and shoulders with a shampoo he had pulled from under the sink. Once her upper back was clean of blood he moved down to her lower back. She moaned quietly as Adam’s fingers and hands moved through her fur and tail. He eventually made his way to her chest causing her to gasp audibly.
“I’m sorry,” Adam said, pulling his hand away, slightly up towards his face, “I did not mean to-”
Renamon reached up and grabbed his hand pulling it back towards her.
“Please,” she said, “Continue,”
Adam continued to massage her clean for another half hour. Once she was clean, he helped her out of the water and into a towel. He pulled the plug on the tub full of sanguine water and reached off to a corner. He pulled out a first aid kit. He cut a long piece of soft bandage and wrapped it around the middle of his head. Once his broken nose was firmly in place, he flipped off the lights and picked up Renamon’s sleeves.
“I’m gonna wash these, you’ll have them back tomorrow. Until then, did you ever see that movie ‘Watchmen’?”
Together they watched the movie and the day carried out.
***
Later that night, a storm arose. As Renamon lie in bed, she waited for the lightning and thunder to stop, but it didn’t. She turned to Gatomon and Biyomon, but they were already asleep. She stood up, cringing as a massive amount of electricity emerged from the ground and shot into the sky. She picked up her pillow and, holding it tightly to her chest, made her way to Adam’s room. She walked in, and shook Adam’s shoulder as he slept. Soon he woke up.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern in his voice. Before Renamon could answer lightning flashed outside, causing her to jump. Adam chuckled.
“Are you afraid of lightning?” he said, smiling
“It’s not funny!” Renamon demanded from behind her pillow, “Can I sleep in here with you tonight?”
“Of course,” Adam said, shifting over. He held up the covers as she climbed onto his mattress. Lightning struck again and she began to shiver. Adam remedied this by placing his arm over her.
“Better?” he asked. Renamon nodded and soon, she was asleep.
Four hours later, she awoke. She turned to see Adam was still awake, his arm still around her.
“Were you watching me all night?” she asked, surprised by his determination.
“Yes,” he answered, yawning slightly, “You need the sleep more than I do.”
Renamon looked directly into his eyes, and kissed him. She felt his face muscles flex as his eyes opened wide, yet he did not pull away.
“Nice kiss,” she said, still looking at Adam. He thanked her and sat back on his pillow. Within three minutes he was asleep. Renamon sat, awake, looking at him. She wanted more. She felt as though she owed him for something, but she felt like that was not the only reason. She pulled back the covers and looked at him. He wore black pajama pants with brown stripes. She looked down at her own arms and whispered to herself.
“If I’m going to be naked, you are,” she said, pulling the drawstring of his pants. She slid them down to his ankles and stared at his nude form. Adam reached up to scratch at his bandage in his sleep. Once he had stopped moving, Renamon went to work. She leaned in close to his genitals gave his head a lick. She leaned back to check for a reaction, but when there was none she continued. She cupped his balls in one furry hand as she stroked his cock to life. Within seconds it was at its full length and ready. She placed the member in her mouth and began to suck. After a minute or two she moved her left hand down to her own crotch and began to finger herself. After five minutes of being blown, Adam came in his sleep. Renamon’s mouth was filled with sperm as it flew from Adam’s phallus. Ten seconds later the event had ended. Renamon swallowed the liquid and laid there for a long time. After a while she replaced Adam’s pants and pulled the covers back over them. Then she slept.
***
Digital World
***
Nikolas woke up with his face pressed into a hard rock. He was soaking wet and freezing.
“Gatomon,” he said, rubbing the sand from his dark skin, “Gatomon?”
He sat up and pushed his dreadlocks out of his face. He was in an under ground cave. Above him, he saw the hole they had fallen through, blocked by a huge rock. To his left he saw his friends, Yuriko and Rea, lying out on the side of a lake. He got up and walked over to Yuriko.
“Dude, getup!” he said, tapping the Asian boy’s shoulder with his foot.
“I can’t, I’m dead,” he responded, laughing to himself, “Where are we?”
“We fell. We’re still in the digital world. We missed the rocks and landed in a lake. Wake up Rea; it’s time to go,”
“Wait, where’s Biyomon and the others?” he said, brushing his black hair out of his eyes.
“I don’t know, but Rea might. She caught the ledge when we fell.”
Yuriko stood and stretched. He pulled out his phone instinctively to check the time. There was no service in the Digital World and he knew that, it just made him feel better to know he still had a phone. He walked over to Rea. Her red-brown hair was still tied behind her head in a pony tail and she too was soaked to the bone.
“Get up,” Yuriko said, shaking her awake, “We’ve got problems.”
“Like what?” she responded, standing up.
“The digimon are gone and we’re still in the digital world. Do you know if they got out?”
She looked around. Nikolas was searching for an exit while they talked.
“They got out; I saw them.”
“Then let’s get out and go find them!” Yuriko said, going off to help Nikolas. She looked up to where she had fallen from.
“Renamon, I hope you’re still trying to find him.”
Part 5
Adam awoke the next morning, adjusting his pants slightly.
“These were more comfortable when I put them on,” he said, re-tying the drawstring. Renamon was still sleeping beneath his arm, her tail flicking as she dreamed. Adam carefully stood up and crept out of the room. Every living thing in the house was unconscious. Adam slipped down the stairs and began to prepare breakfast. He cracked his back several times in quick succession while bending to retrieve eggs from the bottom of the fridge.
“Damn, she hits hard!” he said, straightening himself. He turned on the stove and began to cook.
***
Elsewhere
***
“Yo, Yuri!” Nikolas said, tapping his friend, “Do I still have mud in my hair?”
“Nah, you’re good,” Yuriko responded, clicking through the pages of his digivice, “You getting any readings, Rea?”
“I’m getting five digital traces about a mile from here,” she said, placing her own device on her belt, “Let’s move!”
***
Adam’s house
***
Adam finished setting the table. He cursed himself for not putting on a shirt before cooking bacon as he set the plate of sizzling meat on the table.
“Alright, breakfast for six,” he said, “Oh damn, almost forgot toast!”
He put bread in the toaster and leaned against the counter as he waited.
***
Outside Adam’s house
***
“They’re inside,” Rea said, making sure her hair was tied tightly behind her head, “There are two digimon inside, and knowing the kidnapping type, they are probably huge. You guys ready?”
The two nodded as they prepared to move in.
***
Adam’s house
***
“Toast, toasted,” Adam said, placing the towering stack on the table, “Wake up call time.”
Adam began to walk to the stair case pausing as he thought he saw something outside the window. He walked over to look, standing in front of the large glass pane. Suddenly, a person flew through the glass and placed both feet firmly into Adam’s chest!
He sailed backwards and landed on the stove burning his hand. He got up and sprinted to his training room.
Two others had flown through the windows upstairs. Flamedramon stumbled out of his room, half of his armor on. He turned around in time to see a dark figure jump towards him. The man placed his foot on the wall and jumped off. He kicked Flamedramon in the face, causing him to fall through the banister and onto the lower floor. Hawkmon was more prepared as he flew around the attempted blows of his assailant. Suddenly the boy grabbed the bird’s leg and through him at the unbroken window, causing it to crack. He then tossed him out of his room and into the hands of the other attacker. Hawkmon was thrown down on top of Flamedramon. The two teen invaders looked at each other and jumped down to the floor below.
Adam was in combat with his female foe. He had secured his katana and his opponent had claimed one of his spears as her weapon. They clashed for several minutes, causing massive collateral damage to the room. Adam then stumbled on his own feet and was pressed into the ground by his attacker. She placed a knife at Adam’s throat and led him into the living room. There, he saw Hawkmon pinned against a wall by his neck and Flamedramon on the ground, being threatened by his own gauntlet.
Just then, Renamon came walking down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“Mmmm, something smells great, Adam. Shall I wake the othe-” her words were stopped by the sight of the living room. Bits of wood and glass littered the floor, Adam stood, covered in blood from his re-broken nose and several minor scratches.
“Renamon?” the girl holding Adam asked, her expression going from furious to furious and confused, “What are you doing?”
“What are you doing? Besides holding another tamer hostage for offering us a nice place to stay, of course.” She responded, leaning against the wall. She called for Gatomon and Biyomon and they soon joined the others. The male attackers soon became just as confused as Adam.
“What’s going on?” asked one of them, pushing dreads out of his face.
“We were coming down for breakfast. And why are you pinning Flamedramon?” Gatomon responded, she said flicking her tail.
“There appears to be a misunderstanding, so if you could just let us go, we can-” Hawkmon started, but his captor soon tightened his grip on Hawkmon’s windpipe, “Or I could shut up!”
The girl waved her hand and released Adam. Hawkmon and Flamedramon were soon set free as well. Adam crumpled to the floor, pale from blood loss. Renamon jumped down and helped him into a chair. She touched his nose gently, causing him to reel back in pain.
“You re-broke his nose. And they don’t look to good either.” Renamon said, turning on the girl, “And I can guarantee that Adam is going to be pissed about his windows and banister.”
“Yeah, Rea!” Gatomon responded, nudging Flamedramon, “You owe him quite a bit of money.”
“Wait,” Flamedramon said, pulling a piece of banister out of his back, “You know them?”
“Yeah, they’re our tamers,” Biyomon said, landing on one of their heads, “This is Yuriko, that’s Nikolas and that’s Rea.”
The three of them shifted awkwardly, as they observed the damage. Hawkmon got up and flitted over to the shattered window.
“Hey, asian kid, Yuriko or whatever! Come help me put plastic over this window so we don’t get rained in!”
Yuriko walked over assisted Hawkmon. Flamedramon got up and reclaimed his gauntlet from Nikolas. Rea turned to Renamon and pulled her off to the other room.
“He’s the other tamer?!”
“Yeah, he is. And you destroyed his house, took him hostage and almost made him die of blood loss; it should be real easy to convince him to join us. Luckily, he seems to enjoy our company.”
“I don’t have to take this from anybody! Least of all you! I just saved your ass and you come off to me like this?”
“Yeah! You saved me from a soft bed, hot baths and good company! And if you look in there, you’ll see the breakfast he was making for us!”
“Shut it!” Rea responded, “I decide what happens in your life! Period!”
Renamon ran upstairs and left the rest of them behind. Adam came to and jumped up. The color had returned to his face, and he started to chew a bit of bacon. Rea walked in and addressed him.
“Hi there,” she said, putting on her best nice-girl façade, “Sorry we attacked you, we thought you had our partners hostage-”
“Stop right there!” Adam said, “Some people can hear when they are unconscious,”
Adam stood up and left the room. Flamedramon pushed Nikolas towards the stairs.
“You’re going to help me fix the banister,” he said, putting his gauntlet back on. Adam was halfway up the stairs when Flamedramon got there, “Where are you going?”
“To clean up. We have company and a hag in our house,” he said, dodging falling debris from the ceiling. Adam stumbled the rest of the way up the stairs, and into the upstairs hallway. He heard a small sigh from the hall bathroom. He knocked on the door twice.
“Come in.” came Renamon’s voice from inside. Adam stepped in to find her sitting in the sill of the shattered window. Adam kicked the remaining glass out and joined her.
“So what’s up?” he asked, leaning against the side of the window.
“Nothing,” she said, crossing her arms.
“I heard you talking to what’s-her-face.” Adam said, turning to face her, “and there weren’t exactly kind words there.”
“Yeah,” she said, “I need a walk. Care to join me?”
“Sure,”
Together they jumped down and walked the path behind Adam’s house. It was several hours before their return. When they arrived back at the house, the shattered windows had been covered and there was a dumpster of banister remains outside. They walked inside to see everybody except Rea talking in the living room.
“You guys can stay here,” Adam announced, “The couches are fold outs so space shouldn’t be an issue. Now who wants pizza?”
The four digimon leapt into the air with excitement, the two boys awkwardly raising their hands. Adam proceeded to order ten large pizzas and change out of his bloody clothes.
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See that guy, he's a drifter! But drifting leads to Bickering, Bickering leads to Karate, and Karate leads to flying around between windows and shit! Then a big guy starts shooting lightning everywhere and Kurt Russell Shows up and Kicks his Ass!
