The Rebirth of Tryist
The Rebirth of Tryist
In his small bedroom, lit only by his plasma tv and the occasional flash of lightning from an oncoming storm, Tim pondered his current situation. He was beta-testing a new Digimon game, an MMO, and his new character, Flamedramon was all that he could ever hope for. So far, the game seemed amazing. The character selection options were wide open, the landscapes were wild yet beautiful and the combat system was fun and deep. There were plenty of enemies to grind on, lots of places to explore and many different skills to develop.
Ontop of that, Tim loved his chosen character, Flamedramon. Watching the blue armored reptile move and respond was visceral and exciting. The character sprite was extraordinarily detailed and expressive. Tim couldn't believe they were putting this much devotion to detail into each and every character in an MMO, yet it seemed to him that Flamedramon was alive. If he watched carefully, he could see the Digimon's expressions change appropriately for the situation. Tim even swore Flamedramon looked at him every now and then, though obviously, it was just a trick of the animation.
Still, it seemed to Tim that something was wrong. He was having a hard time putting his finger on it. The graphics rocked, the sound was great, the gameplay was very satisfying, so why wasn't he enjoying this game? What could it possibly be missing? An idea rushed through his mind like he'd been struck by lightning. He realized what the problem was. It was an MMO, and it was virtually empty of people at the moment. It was the last thought he'd have in the human world.
Burn marks on the floor, walls and ceiling, all the electronics in his room smoking and fried, and a pile of ash on the bed where Tim would have been led to rampant rumors of lightning-induced spontaneous combustion, but as often was the case, the truth was far stranger still.
***
The landscape looked like an inescapable wasteland, broken only by the occasional rocky escarpment. The sky was blue, but if one were to look up, instead of seeing the sun, they'd see the Earth high in the sky, occasionally sending visible rays of light all the way down to the surface. It was on this unforgiving landscape that Tim found himself, naked.
Seeing as how he was short and chubby, being naked really didn't appeal much to Tim, especially in an environment like this, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He just hoped he wouldn't get sunburned... or... Earthburned. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a throat clear behind him, though. He whirled about to see who it was.
"Welcome, Digi-destined," came a smooth, somewhat deep, confident male voice. Tim saw immediately that it belond to none other than Flamedramon, who stood before him in the rich, blue hide. Tim's jaw dropped in amazement. As amazing as Flamedramon had been in the game, he was yet more dazzling in person. Tim's eyes followed the smooth lines of the Digimon's reptilian body, his sleek muscles and beautiful tone. His face turned red as he realized he was getting an erection, but oddly, Flamedramon didn't seem to notice. "There is something here that belongs to you," Flamedramon continued, and he stepped aside to reveal a pale blue digivice sitting on a natural rocky pedastal.
"Seriously?" Tim asked, blinking, looking at the digivice. "That's really for me? I'm really a Digi-destined? And you're my digimon?" His excitement was growing with practically every word. Flamedramon nodded.
"Indeed, Tim. You are my Digi-destined partner, so long as you claim it, by claiming your digivice. Go on, take it. It is yours, and together, we can save the Digital World," Flamedramon encouraged him. Nodding, Tim stepped forward and reached out for the digivice. He could feel palpable energy about it. It made his hand tingle even as it grew closer, and finally he took hold of it, grasped it.
Energy washed over Tim, and he was paralyzed. The digivice glowed, vibrated and hummed, and somehow Tim understood that his body was being analyzed, measured, mathematized, and turned into code. He was becoming digital, but moreover, that code was being changed, re-written. As his body became wire-frame and began to distort, he realized he wasn't being made into a digital human, but something else. The shape altered, but was becoming still familiar to Tim. The smooth reptilian features were the mirror of Flamedramon's own, though as his details began to become apparent once again, he realized that he was not the same shade of blue. He was much paler, and he lacked Flamedramon's magical armor, still naked, even as a digimon.
Finally, the changes ended, and Tim looked himself over. He thought his new, taller, stronger, sleeker body was nothing short of beautiful. He was somewhat androgenous, but his fitness and tone more than made up for it in his mind. Looking down below, though, he was quickly disappointed. Where he hoped to see a male organ of some sort or other, he saw only a slit between his legs. Perhaps it was that his member was stored internally.
Just then, he felt a strong, metallic grip on his shoulder. He felt the same on his other shoulder and he was pulled back, the metal claws releasing him to let him rest against a warm, armor-plated chest. He could smell a strong, musky, masculine scent that he had never smelled before, and it aroused him greatly. He felt hot between his legs and a trickle of fluid leaked from that slit. He looked down at it and moaned in anguish, knowing what it had to mean.
"My apologies for the deception, but you are not truly Digi-Destined, and I will not be your partner Digimon. I will be your master, and you will service me." came Flamedramon's voice. Tim looked down to see something long, hard and hard pressing against the base of his tail. It was Flamedramon's shaft, and the sight of its impressive length made Tim shudder with feelings he'd never really acknowledged that he had.
"Taste it." Flamedramon told him in an authoritative voice. He didn't have the will or desire to resist. He leaned down and with a very long, tapered tongue, licked and caressed the length. The shaft was covered in a musky sweat that made Tim shiver with arousal. His slit, his pussy, he had to admit, was aching needfully for this length, and drooling embarrassingly down his inner thighs.
"Why am I a girl?" he managed to ask between licks. To his delight, a small drop of pre rose to the member's tip, and he licked it off. It tasted incredible to him.
"You're not, per se. You're a male with a pussy instead of a cock... a cuntboy, if you will. While we're on the subject, 'Tim' isn't a fitting name for a Digimon. I think I shall call you Tryist." Flamedramon answered. Tim rolled the new name around in his head a few times, nodding slightly, and accepting it. Now Tryist, he returned to licking his new master's cock.
"Enough of that, Tryist. Go over to the pedastal and lean on it, and raise your tail." Flamedramon ordered. Tryist did as he was told, internally amazed that he was doing this. Not an hour before, he never would have imagined this, never would have seen himself in this position, and yet now, nothing could turn him on more, nothing could feel more right. As he watched Flamedramon approach him with that majestic shaft throbbing in the air, dripping with pre, he wanted nothing more than to feel it inside him, to bring pleasure to this magnificent being that was Flamedramon. If the rest of his life was devoted to being this creature's submissive lover, he'd be in bliss for all eternity.
Even these thoughts of love and devotion were shattered when that cock was shoved into him. To his shock, the first thing he felt was pain, ripping, burning pain, like his flesh had been torn asunder by that burning cock filling his anomalous sex. His finger-talons dug into the rock as his body trembled from the pain. Mercifully, Flamedramon did not pump yet.
"Take deep breaths and relax. Remember, you're a virgin. I just popped your cherry. The pain will subside in a few moments, then you can enjoy this." Flamedramon told him. Even as he spoke, the pain was ebbing away, slowly getting replaced by welling pleasure. Tryist's cunt recovered from the trauma of first penetration even faster than a human pussy would, and soon his gasps of pain were replaced by moans of pleasure as the feeling of that cock buried so deep into him became the best thing he'd ever felt in his life.
Pleasure began to build to ecstasy as Flamedramon began to pump. His strong hips flexed, his toned muscles rolled fluidly under the blue hide of his hips as he pumped Tryist deep and hard, rocking the cuntboy's body. Tryist could hardly get enough. He'd never managed to make love to a human woman, but he couldn't imagine he could have felt this much pleasure as a human male. It felt so good, he wanted to cry. His finger-talons were digging into the rock. He wasn't sure how much longer he could take it.
Suddenly, his mind was blown again. Flamedramon let out a monsterous roar, and heavy jets of hot, sticky digimon seed rushed into Tryist's body. It was more than the new digimon, new cuntboy could take, and his body shuddered and convulsed in an all-too-female orgasm. It was so overwhelming, he passed out.
***
He woke up later to find Flamedramon slowly, lovingly stroking his head as he lay on the ground with a slightly rounder tummy. Tryist groaned as he realized that everything that had happened was still real.
"Am I going to have to lay your digi-eggs?" he asked.
"I guess we'll just have to wait and see." Flamedramon answered.