Author Notes: Bloody hell this is a LONG one. And I mean long! It's why I tried to seperate it into small snippets. Be warned, this one will deal with many adult themes, but I pray I nailed the character development part of it. It's been a story idea that's two years in the thought bank, and over a month of writing on and off.

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Digimon: Sexual Jogress

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It had been several years since the original digi-destined defeated the schemes of Malo-Myotismon and united the digital and human worlds. Their names had long been forgotten to legend, but the results of their deeds had not. Each time a human child was born, a new digimon was born in the digital world. However, the gift of free will for any creature, human or digimon, is it's greatest shackle. It was nearly common-place in this day. Humans using digimon for crime. Robbery and murder took on a whole new dimension when you have a massive beast at your command, and gangs soon sprang up of digi-punks, waging turf wars with others who wanted more. In response, law enforcement began using digimon themselves to combat the threats that these fantastic beings created.

Yet human's in this torn tapestry were not solely to blame. Digimon with darkened hearts egged on their humans, using them like puppets to help with their schemes of conquest and chaos. Humans were abused, treated like the pets they had kept for years, and at times even outright killed for the simple pleasure of taking the life of a lesser being by digimon who thrived on the madness they caused. Digimon, no stranger to feelings of greed, lust, envy and emotions that their original human creators allowed them to develop, found them amplified when surrounded by beings who were bound more to the laws of physics, found themselves shackle by this strange new world, the way humans are in the digital world are at the whims of the laws there. Many lashed out in frustration and anger, humans would reply with the same fury, and both sides suffered greatly for the foolishness of the few.

In response, the world goverments began to place heavy restrictions and laws to regulate how digimon even were paired with their chosen partners. Families who were composed of both digimon and humans were torn apart for not meeting current code. Heathy marriages were dissolved because digimon were now merely viewed to be property and beasts, despite showing intellect, emotions and concepts of what would be right and wrong. Several digimon, desperate to protect their loved ones from the pain that accompanied the fear that was being driven by this knee-jerk response, willingly accepted the methods of marking and programming restraint forced into their code to inhibit their powers. Not a single type was given respite. Virus, Vaccine, Data, or Fragment. All were viewed to be "dangerous" and needing of control. The world had cast off the mantle of cooperation in favor of the gauntlets opression and control.

Dishearted by the events which they viewed their fellow digital monsters enduring, the sovereigns unleashed a program they called the "Migration Protocol". Such an event caused massive upheavels in digimon all over the world. At the speed which only data can travel, each digimon found their binary shackles shattered, and was greeted in their minds eye with a choice. Return to the digital world, or stay in the human world. Those who accepted would be welcomed back with open arms. Those who didn't, could only be returned upon receiving the sovereigns blessing, a feat which would require great sacrifice. To the sovereigns surprise, digimon worldwide both declined and accept. Even more amazing were the humans who wished to join their beloved partners in the digital world, even if such an event would mean forfeiting their very humanity. The humans who accompanied their digimon through their migration were broken down into data, reformatted, and reborn in the Primary Village like the digimon they loved. But such a sacrifice meant that the digimon left behind would need to search for their partners renewed, to start from square one once more.

A new era had begun in both worlds, where both human and digimon struggled with loss' of varying forms. In this era, one finds what one could call a "foster home" for digimon. A place where digital monsters who had experienced a harsh life, could come and find love and safety. A small slice in the chaos of the world that continued to move forward unabated, but despite this desire for safety, such places are filled with their own turmoil. On this day, a new denizen of the home of a man and his digimon wife would arrive to seek sanctuary. But like any lesson, the best ones are those where all parties involved benefit.

It was nearly two in the morning when Liam finally trudged through the door. It was a long day for him, long being in the form of injuries. Bruised, battered and with two black eyes, he cast aside his satchel with a huff, slumping over to pick it up and place it on the coat rack where he also laid his jacket. The digimon he had been sent out to check on were part of a newly forming gang, one which required careful approach. A style that was not unfamiliar to him, the visit escalated into a brawl between humans and digimon when the two could not come to terms about who should be in charge. And having to fight your way past humans with weapons engaging digimon with super powers always ends poorly.

He took a glance around, noticing that the house was still and quiet. Strange for this time in the morning, normally Ranamon's snoring could be heard from downstairs. Shrugging on the assumption she lay asleep, he quietly lugged himself upstairs, then found his door locked. Satisfied, the keys turned and the door opened with that same dull creak it always did. A slow ritual of stripping off his garments revealed the bruises he sustained in the earlier scuffle, wincing each time the fabric happened to graze one. The medical personel at work said he would be sore for a few days, but the equipment he kept for himself were what helped to avoid further injury. Stepping into the bathroom, he turned the shower on, the heated water feeling like a razor on his skin, causing him to hiss in pain. Opting to turn down the temperature to something more bearable, he lingered underneath the spray, unaware that the door to the bathroom and subsequently the shower had opened. Once satisfied, he reached up to fumble for his shampoo, then blinked when something brushed his leg. Looking down saw nothing but white, wet tile, and he shrugged it off until something brushed him again, across his ass. Glancing behind him, he again saw nothing, and stared in aggravated bewilderment to what could possibly be attempting to fondle him.

Shrugging once more, he turned around to find something waving in front of him. A tentacle had slipped through the door, several more crowding, reaching torwards him. His mouth opened in a startled cry before the tip of the squid-like appendage shoved itself in, silencing him. His gaze flicked about furiously, unable to see the other tendrils grab his arms, forcing them behind his back. More quickly wound down his legs, covered in countless suckers and slimy to the touch, lifted him off the ground, leaving him hanging. Two of them could be seen near his chest, one near his genitals, and another cupping his ass intimately. He couldn't make much in the way of sounds outside of muffled protests, but was surprised at the intimacy these wiggling appendages showed him. Flicking back to how Ranamon in prior days mentioned she was trying to control her beast spirit, put him at ease since they looked like those of Calamarimon. The tentacles felt him relax, then set to work, slowly and softly rubbing his body. Each tiny sucker was like a little mouth that nibbled at his skin, working away the days tension, the two tendrils near his intimate regions moving to where they held him in a sort of sling, allowing their suckers to work on the entirey of his ass, genitals and stomach. He let a gutteral groan slip past his lips, eyes fluttering shut. However, a slimy, cold touch on his feet caused him to open his eyes and gaze down through the steam. He cocked an eyebrow in curiosity seeing the tendrils that had wrapped up his legs open their spade-shaped tips, revealing a moist, fleshy interior with a single tongue. The maws moved forward to engulf his feet, the tongue lewdly slipping between his toes. Liam's body shook from the attention, his hands and feet were places of high tension, and something sucking or nibbling them, much less massaging like these did despite playing with his toes made his cock swell faster than any times before. He could feel the same happen to his hands, like they were trapped in wriggling masses of sucking, hungry worms.

The young man writhed like a serpent on a pike in the tendrils embrace, feeling the suckers kiss his entire body. His hands and feet were enraptured by their muscled grasp while the tongue slunk between. His chest was massaged by the spades, letting each little kiss of a sucker release, only to press back down with a noticable splurch. His vocalizations of delight were silenced by the tendril that opened up and probed his mouth, causing it to wrap his tongue before letting go, keeping him in a blinded kiss while it was wrapped around his head. His ass received the same treatment, that slithering tongue slowly licking at his entrace while it practically gnawed on his cheeks, chewing without teeth, squeezing the flesh. Yet the one at his cock had it wrapped in a stranglehold. It throbbed around his member, moving enough to have the suckers barely move, the tip allowing that sinful tongue to slip out and tickle at the tip. It slid beneath his foreskin, working around on the tender flesh, then glided like a feather along his slit. Liam practically bucked in desperation, but the teasing of his cock and rump didn't stop. He was wrapped almost like a pig in a blanket, covered head to toe in the eight tendrils that held him, a slithering, adhering body bag. Blind and mute, whines managed to make their way past the fleshy hug, Liam now unable to even wriggle. The tendrils held him still, letting him focus all his attentions to the attention his cock and ass were receiving, a touch he never experienced before. With a final whine of desperation, he came, but it was merely a slow dribble due to the grip around his dick. To his frustration at the ruined orgasm, he sighed, then howled into the tentacle at his lips when his privates were loose, and sucked like someone attempting to get an ultra-thick milkshake through too small a straw. It send him over the edge again, causing him to blow a double load into the tendril who drank it eagerly. He was held in their now loving embrace before slowly being lowered on the shower floor. Panting, covered in traces of his own seed and sweat, he looked up through bleary eyes to see the tendrils undulate quickly before spraying him and the majority of the shower with ink.

By the time he managed to clean his eyes from the sudden bath, the tendrils had vanished, leaving only him and the majority of the shower area of the bathroom painted an oily black. He struggled to his knees, then reached up to the still running shower, slowly turning the handle for the hot water off. It was going to take a really cold shower to get him back up and running after the excitement he just had. Perhaps an hour later, he finally managed to clean up the mess left to him, leaving the bathroom fully clean save for a few tiny specks of ink in his hair. Moving into his bedroom, Liam spied Ranamon stripped nude on the bed, flicking through channels. She looked over and regarded him with a playful smile, squeaking when he practically tackled her to the bed. She idly ran her fingers through his hair, then noticed the ink left on her fingers. "Hun, what's this...?" She asked, curious. Liam growled playfully, nibbling at her ears, making her shiver.

"Don't give me that innocent act...you know full well the excitement you gave me while I was in the shower." He said with a smile, looking at the clock. Thirty minutes from the time he had gotten home, though it felt certainly longer. Ranamon tilted her head, blinking a few moments, then glanced back torwards the television.

"No clue what you're talking about sugah." She said. Liam watched her carefully, noticing after a few moments the small curl of her smile, and the sparkle of mischief in her ruby eyes. Rolling his own, the human grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, making her squeak again. He immediately thrust his hands between her legs, using his fingers to skillfully feather along he rlips. She moaned loudly, trying to move her hands away, but his grip was strong. "Sugah, no...not there...." Liam shook his head, grabbing one of her ears in his teeth and tugging at them. She twisted from the twitch of pain that flowed from her ears to her toes, making her moan loudly while his fingers continued to feather along. She tried to stop him by clamping her thighs, yet he only slipped those same fingers into her pussy, wriggling them about, caressing her inner petals. Sighing softly, Ranamon shut her eyes, Liam sucking tenderly on the ear he just nipped. He used his thumb to scrape and squeeze her clit, pressing it against her body and swirling hard. She cried out gently from the action, a spinning of her clit one of her favorite sensations that made her turn into putty. Liam felt her sucking at his fingers, smirking, then flicked that tender nub a few times before he forced one of his legs between her thighs. With a few tugs, he managed to spread her apart, pushing his fingers in full and beginning to pump. He moved from sucking on her ears to now hotly kissing along her chest, using his teeth to graze over her nipple before he pulled insistantly at it. He felt Ranamon growing tense beneath his lips, and he chuckled, practically nursing the other breast before licking playfully up her breast bone to her neck, nibbling along afterwards. The water nymph cried out in delight, the leg held by Liam's own struggling to press her thighs together once more, but he'd have none of that. He grazed her clit again, such a touch enough to push her to cum, soaking his hands with her fluids. Feeling her quiver around his fingers made him smile, Liam slipping his hands up, wiping his fingers along her belly and chest before touching them to her lips. Ranamon smiled shyly, then reached out to suck his fingers clean, licking between them and kissing the tips of his fingers once each had been tended. Liam nodded his approval, then ran his fingers through his own hair, taking a quick swipe of her petals with a finger, making her squeak. She watched him slowly trace that finger down from the middle of his forehead over the bridge of his nose, then passed it over his lips, licking it clean. She smiled softly, warmly, then gathered her husband into her arms, locking her thighs and arms around him in a tight hug.

He had just marked her territory for him, like he had done so many times before. The two of them spoke a moment while in their lovers embrace, and once finished, pulled the covers over them. Ranamon settled herself into the crook of his arm, while Liam gently scratched her scalp. "Ranamon, we'll have another guest joining us tommorow."

"Another digimon...?"

"Yea. This is one that's really familiar to the general public, if only because of her existance." Ranamon tilted her head, looking over at the static ridden television while the realization sunk in.

"You mean a Renamon." Liam nodded, then gently nuzzled her hair, his voice soft.

"Are you worried about what will happen if she does...?" Shaking her head, the digimon squeezed her lover to her.

"No. You've allowed dozens of other females to stay in the house, including other Renamon. You've stayed mine the entire time. Why should this time be any different...?" Liam smiled softly, then moved to capture the water sprites lips in a kiss. Little both knew that this particular Renamon, would affect them both in ways they didn't ever expect.

If one could call the townhouse that faced outwards torwards the various shopping centers that circled it's brim quiet, it would normally be an accurate description. But today, a new resident was causing quite the turmoil. The sounds of combat could be heard loudly from one of the larger units, and the shattering of a window did little to quell the fears of those around them. Couple it with a pair of female voices made it apparent what genders were fighting, but the participants involved were anything but ordinary women. A spray of black water from a rain cloud soaked the tile floor, drenching the furniture and causing wall sockets to spark a moment before tripping the breakers, causing the lights to flicker off. Several pin holes dotted the wall, and a television lay smashed in two from a heavy hand. In the center of the room were the combatants, one standing proudly over the other.

Her fur was an straw yellow, and her form was similar to a fox, with pointed ears and a thick ruffle of fur around the chest. Her tail lashed angrily, but each time she struggled to stand, all she could do was sink back down to the floor in defeat, her strength sapped by the torrent of water pouring down upon her. A pair of violet ying-yang marks on her thighs shone despite the matting of the fur, and her more animalistic hands and paws flexed in angry while a throaty growl pushed past her lips. A distance away, well out of slashing range, was another female. Her body was like a humans, but she had a skin-tight outfit, with gauntlets on her hands matching the ornate headdress she wore. She bore a fat lip from trying to physically restraint the more muscular female, but the rain cloud above did well to sap the foxes strength. Silence passed between them save for the din of rain on tile before the human one spoke.

"F...finally....g-going to..s-stop...trying to...b-be...a...bitch...Renamon?!" Renamon spat on the floor in disgust, looking away, her voice hissing with anger.

"I will when you stop thinking of me as just a whore...! Your master invited me to stay with him! And yet you're always trying to make me look bad Ranamon!"

"You've done nothing but cause trouble!! Look!!" Ranamon shot back, pointing at the smashed television. "You broke a six hundred dollar electronic because you couldn't get the show you wanted to play!! And all you had to do was ask me to help!!" Renamon snorted loudly, looking away, a light blush around her muzzle.

"It isn't my fault if you're constantly berating me for not being able to do the simplest of things!! I've never had to do anything for myself! Everyone else has done it for me!!" Ranamon rolled her eyes in disgust, dismissing the rain cloud with a snap of her fingers.

"Like I said, you're lazy, irritating, and just an annoying pest! Honestly, what Liam sees in offering digimon like you another chance is beyond me!" Renamon started to say something more, but both women froze like deers in a spotlight upon hearing the click of a key in a door. Their eyes slowly drifted torwards the front door that lay at the end of a small hallway, now seeming more like the only thing seperating them from the slaughter house. The knob turned, the door creaked, and the form of a human male stepped in, his form laden with grocery bags. He wasn't musculare by any means, and hardly a looker. Hair the color of a dingy copper penny. Muscles the sign of a man who works in an office for a living, yet did enough physical labor to keep himself strong. Shorter than both, and dressed in a simple polo shirt with dress pants, he shuffled in, eyes focused on getting the groceries through the small door frame. He set them down and wiped his brow, then turned and took a step, right into a massive puddle. The two digimon looked at one another, fury boiling in their eyes, another foot step that ended in another puddle drawing their gaze. The man that Ranamon called Liam made his way into the living room turned warzone, taking a long look at the damage. The two girls quietly turned away, blushing profusely in shame, before he spoke, a slight accent on his voice.

"Get into another argument over who gets the last piece of pizza?" he inquired with a chuckle. Ranamon shook her head, then ran over and threw her arms around him neck, nuzzling his cheek.

"I'm sorry pumpkin...it's my fault, I wouldn't help Renamon run the DVR..." Renamon shook her head, finally having her strength back from the sapping shower and staggered to her feet. She kept her gaze downcast, her tail and ears drooping from disappointment and fear.

"...Yea...but I didn't need to react so forcefully and break the television..." Liam sighed, hugging Ranamon tightly a moment before pushing himself free, making his way over to the slouched fox. He took a few moments to move a few soggy strands of fur from her eyes before looking the room over, expression unreadable. The two digimon shared a glance before watching Liam make his way to the soddened couch. He moved forward and pressed a hand against the fabric, laughing out loud when it left an imprint.

"You two really got into it this time. And I thought the smashed dishes from your prior spat was bad." He moved from the living room into the kitchen, the two girls hearing him shuffle around for impliments they were familiar with, and sure enough returned with mops and buckets. Handing them to each digimon, Liam crossed his arms, glancing around. "Lots of water damage this time. Renamon, you're improving at dodging Ranamon's showers. However..." he explained, looking back to them. "The two of you really need to work this out. I can't keep replacing things because you two fight like a pair of unfixed felines. It's why furniture in the living room is so sparse!" The two women winced at his words, though exchanged an angry glance, the bickering soon following.

"Ranamon keeps thinking I'm a lazy whore though!! She keeps unwilling to show me how to do things!!"

"I have tried to show you! But you won't listen, you ignore my suggestions, and then you break it when you get frustrated!!"

"Well you should explain it better! I cna't help it if you're stupid!!"

"I'm not stupid!!"

The two females continued to argue back and forth, now nearly going nose to nose. Liam watched them exchange heated, hateful words before he sighed heavily, slumping a moment before doing something neither of them had heard him do. He screamed loud enough to shake the remaining glass in the window. "WILL THE TWO OF YOU FUCKING STOP FIGHTING AND GROW THE HELL UP!!!!!" His voice resounded in their ears, making them shriek in alarm and immediately fall silent. The digimon stood at rigid attention, holding the mops and buckets. A visible gulp came from them in unisom, noticing that Liam's face was taught with anger. "I am SO tired of you two being unable to resolve your differences! Ranamon, Renamon is our guest. But more so, she is also a refuge I have willingly given sanctuary!! You should treat her with a little more empathy, a little more dignity! Yes, her prior life wasn't in the best of circumstances, but she's here now and she's welcome in our home!!!"

Ranamon looked down, biting her lower lip in frustration. Her husband was right. She had agreed to allow Renamon to stay in the capacity of guest and foster, though refuge was more appropriate. Here she was sheltered away from the daily hells that accompanied her prior life of a call-mon, a life that led her to be harshly used and abused. While she had the sexual techniques down perfect, her ability to function in life was severely atrophied. Renamon looked at Ranamon, smirking slightly, only to yelp in alarm when Liam grabbed her muzzle and yanked her down to his level, his eyes almost completely black with anger.

"And you Renamon..how..DARE you attempt to injure my WIFE. How DARE you think that my home, that I so graciously opened to you, is to be so callously ignored!! You have had a hard life, but so have we!! You know nothing..NOTHING..." Liam snarled, though tears began to pool in his eyes, trickling down his cheeks, "..of the hells that we went through to get where we are. How DARE you take all that I have risked bringing you into my home for granted!! Our very safety is at risk for being a foster to digimon who wish to escape their abusive partners!! And this is how you act?! A spoiled, destructive child!?!" Renamon found his words sticking her like a pig. She winced with each clip of his speech, each howl of his frustration that accompanied his protest. She shook her muzzle free of his hand, looking away with the shame she now shared with Ranamon. Even though she was angry with how she was treated, she knew in her heart he was right. The male looked back and forth between the two, then threw his hands up in frustration.

"Just......clean this mess up and throw out the soFA: I'm going to go take a shower." Liam stormed off, leaving muddy footprints with each footfall, the slam of the bathroom door making the two ladies jump. They shared a glance with another, expressions both pained and angry before Ranamon dropped her bucket with a clank nd set about to mopping up the excess water.

"C'mon fox. We've got work to do."

The street lights had flickered to life by the time the two duo finished, and even then, it took calling in reinforcements to help dry out the tile and walls fully. Finished, Ranamon placed the mops and buckets back into their closet, then trudged upstairs to her and Liam's living space. Renamon cast her eyes away, not wanting to watch her adversary go. The only thing on her mind this day, outside of being able to watch her TV shows in the common room, was a shower to melt away the grim, sweat and frustrations of the day. She walked with a heaviness in her step, moving into her own space. The townhouse that she currently shared with the couple above had been transformed into a sort of halfway home for digimon wanting to escape abusive owners, abusive situations, or simply start fresh. 'Plenty of facilities for humans, I guess it's appropriate for us to live in such a hovel.' Renamon thought with a scoff. She glanced around at her current living space. A small room, easily large enough to accomodate a woman of her stature. In the corner sat a queen sized bed, pressed close to a wall, with ample space beneath. At the foot, a locking chest which held it's own key; she came here with nothing. To the far wall sat a desk with a reading lamp on it, along with a small laptop. 'Weird there isn't any form of censorship software, given the nature of this facility' the fox mused, idly tapping a couple of the keys. The laptop was her own actually, one of the few possessions she brought with her, but the thought of it's intended purpose left a sickening taste in her mouth, and a sour pit in her stomach. Opting to forgo browsing the internet, she ventured into the small bathroom that was a part of her quarters. A simple shower, the toilet intergrated into the bathroom, polished a bright chrome. The knob squeaked when she turned the handle, and the sear of heated liquid splashed against her skin.

With a heavy sigh, she simply stood beneath the cascade, letting the water begin to slowly work its way through her fur. It matted the golden fuzziness to her form, outlining the physique of what many would claim to be an amazon. Lean in fat with muscles she gained from daily kata practice, her breasts showed through the mantle of white that kept them concealed from view. Reaching for a scrub brush, the body lotion squirted out with an amusing sound when she squeezed an ample amount. Slowly, she began to scrub herself, starting with her ears and scalp, moving slowly down her chest. The soft bristles worke dtheir way into her fur, scratching her skin slightly, making her sigh in delighted relief. Steam was beginning to rise from her body, but she felt absolutely wonderful beneath this clear rush. Turning, the water spilt down her back like a torrent, clattering on the tile floor like the rain upon a tin roof. Her arms were vigorously rubbed with the scrubbie, followed by her torso and thighs, a few moments across that special place that made her blush and moan gentle with each caress. It had been ages she thought, last she touched herself there, and took the time to let the scrubbie linger. It began to dig slightly into her swollen lips, her clit starting to squirm its way free. Renamon took the time to brace herself against a wall and lean forward, slowly passing the brush between the cheeks of her toned bottom. Mouth open with the slow boil of pleasure that began to build in her belly, she returned the brush across her outer lips, scrubbing slowly, sweetly. They were beginning to grow puffed and swollen from the bristles, but she showed little concern. It was like the heat of the shower only amplified the heat she now felt starting to turn and bubble in her belly, beginning to spread through her thighs. Rubbing with fevor on her clit, her mouth agap with wordless gasps, Renamon furiously worked the brush against her still swelling clit, ignoring the brushes bite. A gutteral groan pushed free when the right amount of strokes pushed her over the edge, her body quivering, claws attempting to dig into the smooth tile that made up the entirety of the bathroom. With stained cheeks, she panted a few moments, tasting the soap on her tongue that drizzled into her mouth from the still going shower.

By this time, steam was floating from her body like wisps ascending out of the nethers. Another squeak of the handles made the shower still, allowing the dripping digimon to walk across the tiled floor. It was slightly textured to prevent slipping, something she silently approved of. Before the body-length mirror, she took time to look herself over. Not a speck nor trace of the trials she faced remain, at least in the physical realm. A quick run of her fingers through her chest fur fluffed the whiteness before she turned on her individual AC unit. At full strength, it functioned quite well, and the lack of need for a window to use it was another innovation she enjoyed of human science. Taking a brush from the desk and starting to comb, she winced slightly upon encountering a snarl or tangle, hearing the hair rip with each pull. 'Price of fashion.' She thought with a chuckle. Finishing her grooming, Renamon walked back into the common room. The lower portion of the town house was catered torwards humanoid digimon, and held features that could accomodate those with and without the use of opposable thumbs. The fridge light momentarily blinded her, but she eyed the eats within like a lion stalks a herd of gazel. A clink of bottles against plexi-glass, and the slide of a drawer produced a small soda and a leftover roast chicken for the fox to devour at her leisure. Nodding with satisfaction, Renamon turned to head back to her room, stopping when she heard voices from the stairway that led to the second level. "Must've forgot to close the door." she said with a groan of annoyance. Placing down her dinner, Renamon quietly walked to the base of the stairs, looking up to see the door was indeed ajar, light spilling forth. Now, foxes are naturally curious by nature, and this fox was no exception. Quietly, she slunk up the stairwell, keeping herself low to avoid the stairs creaking. When she reached about halfway, the conversation grew much more clear for her ears, which now twitched at hearing her name.

"You think that Renamon will be able to eventually move on?"

"When she is ready hun. Her paperwork has finally come through, so she's had her partnership absolved by the hackers of the foundation."

"Sugah, I know you have a big heart, but honestly, the girls trouble. And you know how I get with another female in the house who's competing with me for what's mine." Renamon scowled at hearing Ranamon make such a statement, yet that quickly turned into a puzzled looked hearing Liam laugh at such a thing.

"I know my little tadpole, I know. But she's not. I'm yours, through and through. Just...to spend much of your life, stuck in a jar, people gawking at you all the time, while you're forced to masturbate or endure other...sexual exploits all while being filmed for money. It's not exactly a good start in life."

"She's one of those digimon....alright. I'll try to be civil to her. I just..you know how I feel about that. I mean, you've been my partner since you were born. And I don't precisely enjoy one of the human's worlds most desired foxes possibly attracting you." Liam chuckled at Ranamon's possessive nature. She always wanted the best for him, for them, from the time she was a little Bommon. Moving to the door, he allowed his eyes to flicker a moment to the crack, catching a fleeing flash of gold before the door shut and lock clicked. Turning back to his betrothed, Liam took a moment to admire the lithe woman before him. her body was the color of kelp, and she dismissed her body suit, headdress and leggings in favor of the evenings rest. Her breasts were supple and soft, the size of small melons, her body toned like what one could find on a swimmer. The gauntlets that were always a part of her arms allowed her fingers fluid motion, studded with a ruby gem and ending in a curl like the crest of a wave. Her hair, normally hidden by her headdress, was a rainbow of colors like the coral in the ocean, kept in a quite short, almost punkish style. The fins that flanked each side of her head just behind her slightly elven ears twitched with anticipation, that same feeling echoed in her ruby eyes. Liam leaned back against the door, smiling while she busied herself with a few moments more on the computer. Compared to her, if she was beauty, he was the beast. A slight paunch that was solid with both muscle and blubber extended a smidge beyond his waist, yet his arms and legs were strong from the exercise he did reguarly to keep his strength up. Despite the gut he always stressed over, his chest was proud, and his butt a large, lovely tool for holding him in his work for the foundation. Red hair kept neat and trimmed with a touch of scruff on the face granted him an amusing look of a geeky wastelander, the olive-green eyes lit with life. Though even to this day, he constantly giggled at Ranamon's playful teasing of his genitals. Three inches at full staff with an inch circumference, it was hardly designed for breeding, much less attracting females. Despite such, the fleshy pin was perfectly shaved, except for a thatch of red above dead center.

Ranamon managed to catch him out of the corner of his eye watching her, licking her lips. Though he was her partner and husband, their relationship wasn't always like this. Since beginning life from a bommon through a gizamon, she was always fiesty and independant. Liam spent several days trying to find her when she would run off, and even though she was battered and bruised, he always picked her up in a tight hug of relief upon locating her, and brought her back home. Only a child when he received her digitama, the two of them had several scraps and arguments while they grew, but it was when he matured into a young man that she learned of his history. It awoke a strange instinct in her, one that took her time to realize was love, the key to her evolving into the Ranamon she is today. He knew pain, he knew horrors some should never know. Despite it all, he remained a sweetheart, stealing her heart. Smiling inwardly, her eyes drifted shut, reflecting on the eve of their marriage. A simple one, no real furnishings, merely appearing before the spirits that none could see to speak their vows, then a human judge to receive the certificate once all the damned red tape cleared. The smile started to tug at her lips more when she felt those slender, porcelin-colored arms drift around, idly fondling her breasts. "You don't have much patience, do you lover." A throaty chuckle in her ear made her shiver, squeaking when a pair of lips began to nibble at one of her fins.

"Never when it involves you...come to bed my little tadpole...tonight..." Liam cooed, leaning close to suck intently at the tip of her ear. Such an act made her loudly groan in delight before she pulled herself free. With a quick hop, she turned and grabbed the male's head, running her fingers through the fuzziness above his maleness. He laughed softly, planting a feathery kiss on her lips before engaging her further. Their arms drifted around one another, pulling the other into an embrace, their mouths opening for their tongues to begin to tango. His breath was hot on her cheek, and she tasted like saltwater taffy, sweet with a touch of brine. She broke the kiss before, a tiny ribbon of saliva between them before giggling impishly. Liam rolled his eyes, then scooped the shrieking digimon over his shoulder, taking a moment to pat her ass. "Tsk, you are a real tease."

"It's what you taught me to be!" With a laugh, Liam nodded, moving torwards their bedroom.

"Yep. I'm definetally going to be top tonight." The grin on Ranamon's face at that prospect did little to hide the excitement that was beginning to bead along her nethers. With a quick glance down, she saw her lovers cock beginning to twitch. Someone else was feeling the same.

The next several days were relatively uneventful, and a soft peace had risen over the household in the passing weeks. The two ladymons kept their small feud to a dull simmer, Liam keeping himself busy with his work. This morning though, Renamon found herself awakened by the smell of cooking wafting through the air. She rose and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, her nose twitching with eagerness, mouth starting to water upon smelling such a wonderful odor. Groggily, she wandered from her bedroom into the kitchen, the clatter of pots making her fur bristle. Finding the sour to be Liam, his back to her wearing a simple shirt and shorts, Renamon took a moment to admire what only Ranamon got a chance to see without the cloth barrier. There was something which charmed her about this human. Was it the tone of his muscles, and lack of them in certain areas. Was it the fluffiness of his posterior, or the way his hair shined like a copper penny. He took no notice of her, setting something on the counter. Eggs, flour, sugar were quickly tossed into a bowl and whisked into a thick batter before he fumbled for a knob on the store. Renamon afforded herself a small smile before stepping forward. She reached out, took his hand and guided it to the knob, Liam nodding.

"Thanks Ren, I tend to not look where I'm reaching." Renamon tilted her head curiously, watching him a moment before moving to the fridge. She fumbled with some of the bottles inside before grabbing a soda, the cap flying off with a quick hiss. Liam glanced over his shoulder, smiling. "You really need to drink something a bit healthier in the morning foxy. All that sugar won't help your digestion." Shrugging, Renamon stepped back over, looking at the thick, white batter that lay in the bowl.

"I'm a digimon. I don't need to worry too much about my health." Liam scowled at hearing that comment. He reached over and gently held Renamon's shoulder, squeezing it softly. Despite the disapproval on his face, his voice was tender.

"Renamon. You're a living being. You think, you exist, you feel, you have a soul. To that end, you need to take care of yourself better." The words stung, but the fox knew her caretaker was right. Glancing away, ears twitching, she sighed heavily, then looked back, pointing to the batter in an attempt to redirect the conversation.

"What're you making."

"Pancakes. Or flapjacks, griddle cakes, the list goes on. Basically cooked dough." Liam said, sticking his tongue out. He turned and held a hand over the burner, then nodded, setting a griddle pan atop. Checking the oven a moment, he headed over to the far counter, grasping a mug and filling it with water from an electric kettle, another scent greeting Renamon's nose. She found it strangely spicy, and with a look at her soda, quickly downed the rest before stepping over.

"I want some of that." Liam cocked an eyebrow, surprised at the sudden insistance.

"Really?"

"Yes." Renamon commanded. She moved to the cabinet, grabbing a mug herself, then turned back, holding it out. Liam looked at it a moment, then headed to the cabinet. He produced a strange device, a small ball pocked with dozens of tiny holes. It was filled with what appeared to be dried grass and leaves, then placed inside Renamon's mug. She looked at it in disgust. "This isn't want I wanted." She grumbled, her nose upturned. Liam waved a finger for patience, pouring more hot water from the kettle into her cup. Before her eyes, the clear liquid began to turn a thick tan color, and that spicy scent began to drift out. More curious than irritated, she looked at Liam, watching him lift his hand up and down before pointing to the metal ball. Like a cub follows the mothers guidance, she mimiced his actions, watching the tan color grow more dark with each descent of the ball. It was fascinating to her, to a point that the liquid became opaque, Liam having to stop her. He removed the ball, ignoring the steaming liquid that dipped onto his hand and turned to watch Renamon's reaction. She took not a sip, but a gulp of the hot liquid, and like expected, gagged on the intensity of the tea. Despite the humor, Liam only smiled at her first experience. She wiped the fluid from her mouth, looking at him in shock. "That stuff is nuclear...!"

"Yea, I was wondering if you were going to ever stop. This tea is imported, and a particular resident who stayed here before you really liked it. I spent several nights with him, in his tea ceremonies, but also merely drinking it while having conversation. He's now moved on, managed to settle down with a new partner whom he adores. Cute little kid too." Renamon nodded, taking a much smaller sip this time. The liquid warmed her tongue, and tickled her tastebuds with the intensity of spice, though it could use a touch of sweet. Moving to the table, she sat down, idly drawing a fingertip around the cup. Only the ticking of a clock, and the hiss of meat in the oven was heard between them before she found the courage to speak.

"Liam...how much do you know about what I did before coming here."

"....Too much. I've seen the file, and also the videos of you posted on the website. It's why I've disabled access for you. I don't want you to..see yourself in that state." Renamon looked up, the confusion more apparent now in her eyes.

"Why. It happened. Why should I be afraid of it." Liam chewed over her words a moment, then moved to sit across from her. He cupped his mug a moment before sighing heavily, looking at her with a strange appearance. The fox found herself petrified by what she saw. It was the same expression she wore after each recording session. It was a look that she wished to never see again, and yet here it was, staring at her on the face of a human.

"Because I've been through something similar. Not...exactly like yours. Far from it; the internet didn't exist when I went through it. And I know how much it hurts. I...can't even remember what happened to me. I remember the events of, and hours afterwards. But the actual happening is gone. Completely gone." Renamon now was in the drivers seat, listening to this young man bear his soul to her. To her, this was something normal her partner had her do every day; despite that, she felt uncomfortable, violated even once the tapings had concluded. She didn't even know the other males or females that participated in the recordings, only that what her master said was first and foremost in her life. She still could recall the day that the authorities stormed her home, took her master away in what human called handcuffs, and moved her to a place that was completely alien to her. Alone, kept in a room, she was treated more animal than digimon, until the day that Liam took her into his home. That was several months ago, and even now, the event was like it occured yesterday. Silence once more claimed the room before she squeaked quietly. The squeaks became louder, her shoulders beginning to shake, and something wet falling from her eyes, staining her cheek fur. Liam raised his head, watching begin to sob, then moved over to take the golden furred fox into his arms, holding her. She dug her claws deeply into him, cutting wounds into his flesh. Though he winced, he didn't force her away or make a sound, letting the realization finally set in about what was done to her.

When her sobs finally subsided, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead, pushing her away to gaze into her icy-blue eyes. "Now....you can start to heal." However, the next words from her mouth nearly knocked him from his feet.

"What about you...?" Liam was simply stunned to a point of silence. He merely stared at Renamon, watching her wait for his answer while he held her shoulders. Her fur was warm beneath his fingers, and the wounds on his back still hot from the small trickle of blood from them. Shaking his head, he afforded her a sad, knowing smile.

"I'll be alright. I'll come to terms with it. Right now, you need the help, not me." Before she could answer, Liam moved away to the stove, opening the stove and fanning away the smoke. He gave a soft sound of irritance, then glanced over his shoulder upon hearing footsteps. "In here Ran! I burned the damn bacon. Again!!" Laughter could be heard from the stairwell before Ranamon moved into the kitchen. Her smile quickly faded when she saw the cuts on Liam's back, the blood staining his shirt, and she rushed to his side.

"Liam, what the hell happened to you!?!"

"It's okay Ranamon. Just some scratches." The humanoid turned her building fury to the fox at the table, unable to keep her gaze with her. She started to say something before a hand clamped over her mouth. Looking at Liam, he merely shook her head with a knowing smile. Nodding, she begrudginly swallowed her anger and moved to where the first aid kit was kept while Liam stripped his shirt. It was out of the corner of Renamon's eye she finally got a good look at his body, and found her heart skip a beat. He was far from perfect; in fact, a pristine example of imperfection. His skin was shocking white, and there was a slight paunch, nothing like the examples of maleness she had to spend hours with in her past life. In fact, she sound herself curious about this human, and wanted to explore him more. She managed to feel his muscles earlier despite the less streamlined appearance, and watching Ranamon clean the blood up only served to make her want to touch more. However, she opted to chase away such thoughts. He was already another digimons, how could she have him. Taking a long drink of her tea, she looked into the oven to occupy her thoughts. Inside were now blackened strips of pork fat, having shrunk to a fourth of their original length. They were certainly scorched, but she chose to take a chance. Reaching in, she plucked a piece from the metal broiler, then took a small bite. It was crispy in her teeth, and though it did taste burnt, she found it simply exquisite. A sound of excitement escaped while she gathered all the pieces in her hands, beginning to chomp away like a plastic hippo devours tiny marbles. She dashed back to the table and dumped her bounty before her, wolfing down the bacon with gusto normally reserved for eating contest. The other two kitchen occupants watched her in bewilderment before Renamon clued in, slowly down her eating and taking time to now actually swallow before stuffing her mouth. Blush stained her cheeks, growing over her muzzle when the two burst out laughing.

"What's so funny...??!" Renamon demanded, resting her hands on her hips, a strip of blackened bacon dangling from her lips.

"N-nothing...! I've just n-never seen anyone go after bacon like that..!"

"No-ot since the monocromon morph stayed with us about f-five years ago! Oh gosh, I'm crying!!" Ranamon managed to puff out, her eyes red with tears from laughing. Liam was doubled over, clutching his sides, tears also coming from his eyes.

"Do you..do you remember Myotismon? How he was soo stuffy about his eggs. 'They gotta be poached in approximately two hundred degree water!' Remember?!"

"I do! Or humamon! He was such a sweety....yet such a klutz!!"

Renamon watched the twosome continue to converse out loud, beginning to laugh softly herself while they regailed to one another, and her, stories of past residents. Liam set about to making a large fluffy stack of pancakes while Ranamon kept the stories coming. It was this morning Renamon learned that their home was home ot dozens upon dozens of digimon, mostly morphs and smaller mons due to the lack of space to properly accomodate the larger digimon in comfort, and each one had a fantastic story to go with it. Hers was only to be added to the mental ledger that these two kept, but she found something warm growing inside. Listening to them while Liam placed the pancakes, twenty high in the tables center, she smiled broadly while they chatted, feeling for once, what it was like to have a family who cared about her, and not about what she could bring to the table.

At this point, she also felt something begin to grow for the human and the water-wielding morph, that she didn't have in the past months. And she found herself wanting more.

A few days later, Ranamon and Renamon were performing a rare feat for the two females to do. They were sharing a meal at one of the local cafes that catered to the uniqueness of both human and digimon, Renamon indulging in her newfound love for the wide variety of teas that existed. The two of them chatted between one another, Renamon mostly asking questions about in regards to Liam and Ranamon, which the morph gladly answered. However, once the inquiry was finished, Ranamon found herself having nagging sense. Taking a drink from her glass, she looked Renamon straight in the eye, her voice stern. "Renamon, what's with the third degree. What're you trying to do." The fox tilted her head, smiling strangely.

"Nothiing...nothing at all..." Ranamon rolled her eyes at the bold face fib. She leaned over the table some, smirking.

"Like the humans say, bullshit. Fess up." Knowing she was cornered, Renamon gazes down, blushing profusely.

"I...think I may be falling in love...." The grin on Ranamon's face was ear to ear. She knew the little fox was acting a bit differently lately, even long before the incident in the kitchen that morning. Scooting her chair around to Renamon's side, she wrapped an arm around the digimon, whispering into her ear.

"Who." Noticing Renamon awkward look, the grin fled from Ranamon's face. "You don't mean...my Liam, do you...?!" She could feel the anger rising. How dare Renamon try to move in on her pet, her playmate, her lover and betrothed! The fox turned torwards her, and the next word out of Renamon's mouth made Ranamon literally turn to stone.

"...And...you Ranamon..." A feather could have knocked Ranamon unconcious. She had just heard, with all conviction, Renamon say she was in love with her and Liam. The humanoid found herself silenced, her mouth opened and small sounds escaping. To even further compound what she was experience, Renamon moved forward and hugged the woman, nuzzling her neck softly. Her fur was like silk against her skin, and the coolness of her nose was quickly dried by the rising heat inside her. She quickly pushed Renamon away and stood, flustered visibly.

"S-sorry...! I have p-prior engagements...!" Ranamon managed to stammer out before breaking into a near sprint. She dashed away from the bewildered Renamon and the cafe like she was afire, rounding a corner with her back slammed against a brick wall. She panted heavily for breath, the blush still giving her cheeks a purple taint, and her heart threatened to beat from her chest. She and Renamon's relationship had definetally been improving, but she never expected this. Was the fox insane? Confused? 'Or maybe...' Ranamon thought, touching her neck where the foxes snout was moments prior '....I'm the one who's confused...'

Later that night, Ranamon came home with the street lights on and the stars already bright in the sky. She found Liam pacing, waiting for her, and he rushed to her side, nearly flooring her in a hug. A thousand questions poured from his mouth only for her finger to stem the tide, instead kissing his lips with a feathered brush. She took his hand and led him upstairs to their sanctuary, tearing his clothing off before getting there. He allowed her the control she seemed to desperately want, though questioned the odd look she had. Shaking her head, Ranamon moved to grip the blindfold and gag on the nightstand they kept nearby, making sure her lover couldn't see nor speak. This night, she needed to think, and the best way for her to do so was to become one with her Liam. Maybe then the answers she was looking for would come to her after she did a few times.

++++++++++++ Time flows like a river in the household, and before the three of them knew it, it was rounding the time to Liam's birthday. A day, Renamon learned, that humans celebrate when they first come into the world, much like when a digimon hatches from their digitama. Not even knowing when her date was, she was determined to give Liam something special for that day, and in thanks for the kindness he showed to her. Yet, when she came home from shopping, frustrated by not finding anything, a shower was the first thing on her mind. But emerging with her fur slightly damp, she found Ranamon in her room, a slip away from being fully naked. She sat on Renamon's bed, dressed in a sheer nighty and stockings, though she still wore her headdress. Renamon found herself turning the brightest shade of pink at seeing the aqua-based woman sitting on her bed, though before she could ask what happened, she felt something grasp her wrists. Looking down, her mouth dropped at seeing floating hands like Ranamon's own holding them in an unearthly grasp. She felt them gently begin to tug her arms upwards, then pull her torwards the bed where Ranamon sat, smirking.

"I was waiting for you to get home foxy..." Ranamon said with a hunger in her eyes. Renamon blushed profusely, glancing away. She and Ranamon had been spending so much time together in these past months, learning more and more about one another, and not merely through sharing a pot of tea. What was even more surprising was that Liam gave him both their blessing, even if he seemed to be slightly upset. Renamon looked forward to see Ranamon standing, slowly moving around her, touching her with those soft, smooth hands. She leaned in close, fanning her breath across Renamon's cheek. "I think it's time we stop simply playing..." she ordered, using her hand to softly caress Renamon's chest. Ranamon grinned ferally when Renamon groan softly, feeling her nipples harden beneath her chest fur. The woman nodded, her hands moving upwards to keep Renamon bound, then began to allow her hands to fully explore the foxes body.

Ranamon discovered one thing. She loved the way the foxes fur splayed through her fingers, the scent of her excitement that mingled with the shampoo she used. She raced the digimons muscles beneath the fur, Renamon beginning to slowly pant from Ranamon's touch. Fingers moved slowly, like the exploring touch of an octopus. Across her chest, along her belly, down her arms. She wanted Ranamon to touch her, to suck on those tender places with her mouth, but she declined to speak, knowing the other female liked her quarry to remain quiet while she touched, tasted with her fingers. A loud moan came from the fox when Ranamon grabbed her breasts from behind, roughly massaging and groping them, digging her nails in slightly, her voice hot in her ear. "Such a wicked little fox....naughty naughty naughty...." The woman teased. Renamon panted softly while her nipples were tweaked and twisted in Ranamon's practiced fingers, her thighs pressing together, trying to stimulate her now starting to ache nethers. Noticing the action, Ranamon immediately stopped all motions, moving to where the fox was unable to see her face, only her backside. She rested her hands on her hips, huffing while the fox hung in the shackles of her disembodied hands. "Sugah, I think you need to learn a little self control! I've only touched you for maybe five minutes, and you're already begging me to touch you there!"

Renamon looked away with a cute pout of mischief, her voice having a sing-song tease to it. "I sowwy mistwess." The playful spin on her apology sent a chilll down Ranamon's spine. Her teasing was similar to Liam's, a playful type of defiance and mockery that drove her wild. It made her want to dominant them harder, to make them beg for her touch, to let them orgasm. Despite how different, the two whom she dominated never did ask to orgasm. They remained defiant, a facet she would never change. Turning back to the digimon, she pointed to the bed, her expression almost giddy. Renamon walked over, her hands still bound, then blinked when they were released. Curious, she did like she was told, only to watch Ranamon shiver a moment. She clutched her sides like she was in pain, Renamon quickly rising to her feet to give aid, stopping when a raised hand motioned her to sit back doing. Trusting her mistress, the fox did so, the bristle of her fur quieting when Ranamon stood tall. It was then she felt something cold and slimy trickle onto her head, looking up to find something she never expected to see. Tentacles. They were like a squids, tipped with a spade and coated with a sheen of slime, covered in dozens of suction cups. The tendrils, four in total, seemed to arrive from dark portals that to be born out of an inky substance. Looking to Ranamon, the woman giggled madly, walking forward to stroke her chin.

"I've been practicing with the beast spirit that I could slide-evolve with. Becoming Calamarimon was too much..." Ranamon explained with a wink, moving closer to the fox. "Yet I learned over time and practicing on Liam in the shower, that I could simply summon the tentacles..and a little bit of code hacking let me display some rather...sexy additions." Returning the excited grin, Renamon allowed the tentacles to wrap her arms and legs up, leaving her prone on the bed. Each slimy sucker felt like a delicate pair of lips on her skin, and the slime matted down fur, only adding to the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling. Ranamon smiled, making the tentacles bring her lovers hindpaws up, but doing so also exposed her rump to her. With a mental note of tending to that later, Ranamon began to massage the other digimons feet, causing her to almost literally faint from pleasure. In their exploring of one another, they learned that Renamon's oversized paws were sensative to a point she could feel a pea beneath a dozen mattresses, and really helped to loosen her up. This night though, Ranamon opted to try something different. She reached forward and planted a hot kiss to one of the paw pads, laughing softly at the scream Renamon gave. Peeking past the oversized paws, she winked playfully at the fox. "Wow, you're super-sensative tonight, hm?"

"Y-y-y-you know I g-get that way after a f-freakin'...sh-shower!" Renamon stammered. Shrugging, Ranamon resumed her work, kissing each pad hotly, then sucking on the smaller ones that lined Renamon's toes. The fox nearly popped her cork like a bottle of shaken champaign from the woman's touch. She tried to flex and writhe, but the tentacles that were sucked to her limbs had inhuman strength, and Ranamon teasing her feet with warm breath and wet kisses did nothing to help the growing need between her thighs. She felt fingers spread her toes, a warm tongue lapping between them, only to be replaced by nails grazing her soles. Her teeth gently pulled at the fur, Renamon howling in delight. Her strength was becoming intense, the tendrils having to tighten their grip to keep her still, though a moan of disappoint echoed through the room when Ranamon stopped. Lifting her head, panting, the fox wished the other woman would return her attentions to her feet, but it was when she felt something new at her rump that made her squeak, blushing profusely. "N-not there...please..." Ranamon smirked, content to simply massage and rub her ass cheeks, lightly tickling her anus with a finger.

"Awww, alright. But if you won't accept pleasure..." she teased, then raised a hand and brought it down on the foxes hiney, causing her to yip. "Then maybe you need to be punished!" Renamon yipped out in delight, feeling Ranamon take a step back. With a soft blow from her lips, more disembodied hands appeared, each carrying an impliment for spanking. She saw a paddle with a large heart, and a riding crop of blackened leather. She pouted at Ranamon, a deep scowl on her lips. KNowing that look from their prior play dates, Ranamon returned with a soft smile, dismissing the impliments. She instead turned Ranamon turn over, the tentacles positioning her to where her ass stood proudly in the air. Lifting the foxes tail, the aquarian human took the time to admire the golden fur that surrounded the patch of white. Once she was done with the visual inspection, she raised a hand and brought it slapping down on Renamon's ass. Hard. The fox yipped again in delight, then shook her tail at her mistress. A light laugh came from Ranamon's lips, who then began to beat on Ranamon's ass like she was beating a drum. Smack. Smack. Smack. She slapped those firm fleshy cheeks in tandem at first, then alternating back and forth, starting to put forth a rhythmn. Renamon's squeaks, moans and cries only added to the beat, pushing Ranamon into a concious trance. She saw the flesh beneath the fur starting to grow pink while she slapped and spanked, whipping her hand back and forth for her fingers to sting alone. It lasted only moments, but for Renamon, she could endure this forever. It felt so good, and judging by the puffiness of her petals, succeeded in making her soaked. Tears stung her eyes while Ranamon disciplined her, yet the paddles abruptly stopped, leaving her panting heavily. The fox shut her eyes a moment, allowing the sting to fade, only to feel Ranamon gently rub away the burn. When she felt her cheeks parted, curiosity began to override her lust.

"Ranamon honey, what're doiaaAAAH!" Her question was quickly interrupted by a wet tongue poking at the tight tail pucker. She never felt a tongue there, even in her prior life, and it felt weirder than anything before. Ranamon's tongue swirled and poked before scrubbing the flesh blow. She nibbled at the perenium, using her teeth to softly scrape along while her fingers dug their nails into the foxes still sore posterior. A gutteral groan was her reward when she planted a hot kiss to the taint, then resumed lapping slightly at her pucker. Ranamon felt Renamon shift beneath her, her thighs looking painfully pressed together while she continued her work. Taking a moment to cup the foxes cunny, she found it soaked and to a point where if it was possible for it to produce steam, it would melt her hand. Satisfied, she slipped her fingers into the femanine folds and allowed them to simply wiggle, Renamon crying out with lustful abandon. She begged for Ranamon to make her cum, the first time ever, Ranamon smirking inwardly while she kept rimming the fox. The kisses from the slimy tendrils did little to give her purchase, each little suck and pop on her arms making her twitch. She clutched her thighs tightly at Ranamon's arm, yet the humanoid still continued to tease her with that sinful tongue. Her tongue lulled from her mouth while her eyes began to glaze over, she had been at this slow tease for at least ten minutes, and her mind was drifting away.

"R-rana...Rr-r-r-r-r-r-...." was all she could manage at the moment, Ranamon giving her tail hole a hot kiss before managing to free a finger from the vice of her cunt. She felt around for that sensative little nub, feeling it pulsate between her finger and thumb. A sharp pinch was all it took to drive Renamon over the edge, making her scream loud enough to shake the single window in her bedroom. Her inner walls threatened to tear Ranamon's fingers off, and her body spasmed in the grip of the tentacles from the earth shaking event that surged from the ground zero of her loins. Panting heavily, her eyes shut, she listened to Ranamon lick her fingers clean, and felt the tendrils release her, laying her down on the bed. The soft skin of the other female pressed against her body, the scent of her arousal evident in the air, mingling with hers. They lay together a moment before Ranamon felt Renamon suddenly shift, then pin her on the bed. She attempted to yelp, but was quickly silenced by something wet and hot pressed to her mouth, muffling her. She inhaled deeply, knowing fully what it was. The succulent spiced wine of a lover. Renamon's style was extreme in contrast to her own. While she enjoyed playing, teasing and slowly drawing out a blistering orgasm, Renamon enjoyed hard, fast and brief jolts of continual pleasure, even after they were exhausted. She looked over her shoulder, panting, using her tail to tease along the woman's arms.

"Eat." the fox ordered, gripping Ranamon's thighs and pulling them apart, using her claws to graze the tender flesh there. Ranamon gave a loud moan, opening her mouth to partake of her meal, Renamon's petals still hot and wet with their nectar. She wrapped her arms around the furry females waist, pulling her down and pressing her belly into her breasts, Renamon answering back with the same. She immediately set to work, clamping her mouth onto Ranamon's moist mound, sucking like she was attempting to turn her inside out. She grazed her outer lips with her teeth, drawing them quickly up and down, threatening to cut the tender flesh with her insistance. Ranamon found it difficult to keep pace, instead content to lick and nuzzle, soaking her face with honey. Her body began to tense while Renamon kept eating her out, her grip around her waist like a vice, growling like a beast with lust. Her tongue dipped and drove into her soaking cunt, lapping up her juice like a cactus absorbs water, Ranamon struggling to keep her eyes from being blinded by the haze that slowly crept over her. She found her strength slowly fading, not having the sexual stamina that Renamon did, but the fox didn't allow her to remain idle. She wrapped the womans head in her thighs, using her legs to push her face into that heated mound, grinding down onto her, soaking her with her fluid. Ranamon found the scent intoxiacting, and licked when she wasn't jumping from the foxes tongue lapping her. Her vision started to swim, making her content to enjoy the ride. A sharp love bite on her thigh made her scream in exstacy before Renamon nibbled sweetyl at her womanhood, causing her to buck her hips in orgasm, her thighs clamping onto the foxes head. Despite the rush, it didn't stop. Renamon kept going, nibbling and chewing tenderly at her puffed lips, her throbbing clit, even tracing her tongue down her taint before she raked her teeth back up. Once more she vaccumed up her honey with a deep suck, enough to press Ranamon's flesh into her teeth, causing the woman to orgasm again. She lifted her head and let her tongue hang out, glancing back while saliva and nectar dripped from her teeth and tongue, matting her fur to her muzzle.

"Mmmm, you love this, don't you little girl...always like to be a dominant, but really a little bitch..." Renamon teased, grinding herself into Ranamon's face. She shuddered when an orgasm caused her to sway a bit, though smiled when Ranamon latched onto her clit, sucking sweetly, only to let go with a light pop to replace with butterfly kisses along her swollen, red lips. Renamon whined profusely, going back to work, growling while she grazed and dined on her friend with renewed fevor. 'Please sovereigns...just one more orgasm...let me give her just one more...' Renamon internally whispered, hearing Ranamon cry out before being silence by the fox once more smothering her with her body. The two of them continued to suck and nibble at one another, a haze blinding them to the fact that while their orgasms were quickly approaching, something else was. Their bodies took on a strange hue, a tone of gold and blue that began to merge into a ocean green. With a final nip each, the two woman orgasmed in tandem, screaming out with delight. While they did, the glow became blinding, causing them to lose themselves not only in ecstacy, but also in view.

An event that hadn't occured in years was happening. The results, were yet to be determined. ++++++++++++

Mere days after the girls had performed their greatest "experiment", Liam began to notice a peculiarity. His supply of undergarments had been dwindling in great supply, making it neccesary to go out and purchase another package of briefs. Walking with Ranamon from the department store, he checked his purchase, then looked up at the water sprite with a smile. "So...how're you enjoying exploring the other side of the gender fence?" Ranamon blushed profusely, glancing away with a soft smile.

"It's...strange. It's even stranger that you being my husband would give me your blessing. I thought humans were only supposed to be true to a single person...?"

"A single human, yes. But you aren't a human Ran. You're a digimon. And you're my partner, in more ways than most consider. I'll always remain true to you, but I'm also..." Liam paused a moment, mulling over his words. "Well, to be blunt, I'm sensible enough to know that at times, people need to experiment. I myself went through such a time in a metaphysical way. And I simple prefer the female form to the male form, since I can't find the body type that would make me excited and hungry." Ranamon nodded softly, reaching over to lace her fingers with his. She knew he was telling it plainly, like always. Her Liam wasn't one for mincing words if it wasn't neccesary, and at this moment, it was what she needed, wanted to hear. They chatted while walking for home, Ranamon checking her bags, then pulling out a frilly slip and stockings with matching panties. Liam looked at the outfit, then at his digimon with an expression that clearly read 'That's not for you, is it.' True to form, Ranamon grinned sweetly, nodding, then quickly stuffed it back inside. Upon arriving at their home, Liam mentioned he would check on Renamon. While Ranamon went upstairs, the human proceeded to the other digimons bedroom, stopping a moment when he heard some not too strange noises coming from beyond the very open door. Allowing his curiosity to override his judgement, he quietly slunk through the hall, taking care to avoid the creaking boards that he left to clue him in if others were moving below. Just shy of passing the threshhold, he peeked inside to see what Renamon was up to. The sight he found quickly gave him an answer to why his undergarments were vanishing from the wash. And it wasn't the dryer that was eating them.

Renamon sat upon her bed, deeply inhaling the latest pilfered pair of briefs, her eyes shut. She was completely oblivious to any observers, only focused on the musk that she drank in like an exquisite cologne. She learned that Liam's scent was nothing like those whom she had suffered with in the grip of her prior owner. His was clean, undefiled, the scent of a virgin despite having regular sex with Ranamon. It was subtle, sweet on her nostrils, reminding him of a man whom she had grown to love the same she had his female partner. She shivered, lowering the briefs from her muzzle, smiling sadly at them. "Liam...please forgive me..." she said, then placed the briefs over her head, her ears poking out of the holes for the legs, her muzzle deforming the fabric. She drank deeply of the musk, blinded by the fabric, beginning to fondle her breasts once moving aside the fur covering them. Moaning softly, her claws slid over the tender mounds, leaving barely visible lines of red before a finger and thumb tweaked her nipples a moment, ending with a firm tug. Moaning while she hugged herself, she slowly stroked her hand down her belly, squeezing one of her breasts hard when she dipped her fingers into her nethers. The fox yipped again when she practically clawed herself, beginning to thrust her fingers furiously, laying back and spreading her legs. Her mind began to play a vision, of Liam holding her down, slamming his cock into her. Small though it was, it was warm and chubby in the right places, enough to hit that one spot which made her nearly scream in pleasure. She left a single finger inside, using her thumb to scratch and hammer on her clit, whinig profusely, each gasp sucking in more of that sweet musk. Her body shook slightly, making her quiver and gasp, and a slap of her hand to her breast with a quick twist of a nipple only served to heighten her lust.

She ground her clit against her, struggling to keep the single finger within. Learning it was futile, her hand moved solely to her clitoris, holding it like a person would use chopsticks on sushi. A pinch here, a tug there, a vigorous swirling of her fingers made her moan loud enough to summon the dead were it possible. She flicked out her tongue, tasting a touch of the fabric, finding it held nothing for her to flavor, but it was enough. She pictured herself atop Liam, raking her claws along his chest, watching him smile while he laid helpless beneath her, grinding herself hard into his pelvis, his rock-hard rod twitching inside her. She tugged at her clit a few times to help intensity the fantasy, then stroked it like a rabid fox, mewling out for more, but not for her own touch. She envisioned Liam's hands caressing her body, his mouth and tongue teasing mercilessly while he groomed her fur, licked at her lip and kissed down her belly with hot, wet lips. Renamon couldn't contain her excitement, her own eyes locked with those tender, strong eyes of a man she may never have, and with a final slam of his hips, hilted her. The fox screamed with orgasm, soaking her hand with her nectar, panting heavily. She sighed, wiping her hand on the bed, then slowly pulled the briefs off her head. Looking at them, then at the dampness between her thighs, made her giggle softly. She hopped off the bed, back to the door, then slide on the briefs. Save for the lack of a hole for her tail, they fit like a glove, and she felt delightfully naughty wearing them. Admiring herself, she turned around and literally turned to stone when she saw Liam leaning against the door jam, smirking. He had a smile that quickly turned into a grin, making her turn the brightest red she ever. She wanted to run, to hide, to fall through the floor or even jump through a digi-gate that didn't exist on the laptop she could use, but her muscles wouldn't listen. The two of them simply watched one another, Liam still grinning before opting to speak, his voice good-natured.

"Well, this certainly explains where my underwear has gone." Renamon watched, petrified, when the male walked into her room. She squeezed her eyes shut, anticipating a sock to the jaw, but instead to her wonder, he grasped the hand which was still sticky. Looking up confused, Liam pulled her to her feet, then motioned for them to head into the common room. Confused and ashamed, Renamon kept her gaze down while Liam led her to the couch, then bid her take a seat. She did so without question, unable to make eye contact, though she felt him sit alongside. "Renamon, look at me." She shook her head, keeping her gaze averted. She felt his hand touch her muzzle, and was prepared for a sharp grab and jerk, yet again, the aggressive action never came. She felt his fingers softly press against her, slowly encouraging her to turn to look at his face. His smile was warm, gentle, and strangely understanding. The fear slowly faded from the foxes face before she broke down into sobs, throwing herself into his arms and burying her head into his chest. He held her tightly and let her cry, knowing it was what she certainly needed. When she finished, he reached up, wiping her tears with his thumbs, his touch having the same warmth of his face. "Feel better, even a bit...?"

Renamon nodded, though she scowled at him slightly. "You're a damned idiot Liam..." The male laughed at the comment, nodding.

"Yea, Ranamon tells me that all the time. How long has this been going on Ren."

"...Bout a week at the most..." She said, looking at her hands. Through the entire bout of tears, she didn't let go of his underwear. Now mortified, she slung the garment with a fling the envy of olympic athletes. It soared through the air and landed on a lamp, dangling by the waistband. Liam stifled a laugh, shaking his head.

"Nice throw. Now it looks like we had sex."

"Sure! I mean, wait, no! I mean..." Renamon stammered, struggling to try and find her voice, organize her thoughts, anything. The fact that the man who's underpants she just wore over head like a blindfold moments earlier showed no signs of anger only befuddled her further! Was he pissed and hiding it? Actually amused? ...Feeling something for her? She couldn't tell with that smile, and that twinkle in his eye. She slumped before him before moving to kneel on the floor. With head pressed to the floor in a bow, her voice was shaking with anxiety. "Liam...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...please forgive me..." The male watched her quietly, his smile turning sad before he moved to pick her up. He stood Renamon on her feet, pushed her shoulders straight and though she was certainly the taller of the two unlike Ranamon, his presence was commanding. She felt herself looking down at this red haired human, his face slightly scratchy with a light stubble she never paid heed to, his jaw firmly set. She trembled when he took her hand, placing it between his own.

"Renamon. That was the past. You are your own woman now or if you prefer, your own digimon. You're free to decide what is best for you. I've given Ranamon my blessing if she wishes to continue to experiment and play with you. And..." he paused, looking at the garments hanging on the lamp before turning back. "By that, a lot you have to work through. I know your history Renamon. I know what you were forced to do, what your prior partner made you do. You hide it really well, but it's in your eyes." With a pause, Liam sighed heavily, glancing down. "I don't...know exactly what you went through, but I know what it's like to be violated...several times." It took Renamon a few moments to realize what he meant, and her mouth dropped open in shock.

"Human's...do...that...to...one another...?" Liam nodded solemnly.

"And it doesn't matter if they're male to male, male to female, or female to female. It happens worldwide, constantly. ...I can't remember what happened to me, for the first one. The others I recall perfectly. It makes it hard to become...intimate with another woman." Tilting her head, Renamon quickly let go of Liam's hand, dashing back to her room. The confused male stood alone in the living room for a moment before slumping forward, sighing. "Maybe I shouldn't have said anything..." Hearing footsteps, he turned to find Ranamon walking into the room. She saw him fully clothed despite the underpants on the bed before crossing her arms, scowling. It was now Liam's turn in the hot seat, but before he said anything, Renamon came rushing back out. She threw her arms around him, hugging his face into her still exposed breasts, holding a large, pink collar made of supple leather. She pushed his shoulders back, then held the collar up, oblivious to Ranamon watching the entire scene.

"Liam...please be my master...!"

"Umm...Renamon..." Liam said, subtly pointing off to the side. The fox pouted, her ears drooping and tail falling quiet.

"You don't want to....why.....Liam....master...."

"Renamon." Liam said, authority in the voice, making the fox take notice. He pointed now with extended arm, Renamon following it to where the finger stopped short of poking the center of Ranamon's chest. She gasped audibly, then quickly dove for cover behind the couch after dropping the collar to the floor. Liam looked back and forth between the two, then turned fully to Ranamon, holding his hands up. "Ranamon, please understand..."

"Oh, I understand Liam..." She retorted, strolling right up to her lover. The two kept their gaze locked, before Ranamon grabbed his face and gave him a passionate kiss. Liam blinked rapidly, more confused than concern now before the kiss was broken, Ranamon smiling. "I know who the underwear thief was. I was the one who gave them to her in the first place!"

"You...what? Wait, what?" Ranamon giggled a little too sweetly, heading over and pulling Renamon's tail.

"C'mon fox. We need to let him in on everything."

"But he doesn't want to be my master..." Liam shook his head, then moved to where he could peek over the back of the couch at the sulking fox.

"Renamon, that isn't it. I...I'm not a pure dom. I'm a switch. I like to play both sides of the coin. It's just...I'm not master of anyone...I can't be."

Looking up, Renamon tilted her head, ears twitching with curiosity. "But why not. I'm willing to give my everything to you Liam...I love you, surely Ranamon has told you..."

Rubbing his head, Liam glanced away. "Yea, she has, but....I'm betrothed to Ranamon...I want to remain faithful." Ranamon smiled softly, moving over to kiss her lovers cheek, then rested against the couch.

"And you have been Liam. Extremely so. But like you said, I'm a digimon. So is Renamon. We don't abide by the laws that you humans have set forth. Your philosophy, your religion, both Ren and I understand it. We just don't care about it. It doesn't make sense to us. But this love we feel for you, and one another? Does." Liam allowed her words to sink in. She was right. Love was an emotion, a feeling that all creatures were capable of feeling. But beliefs were limited only to the opinion of those practicing them. He remained silent a moment, then scoffed and slide from the couch. Picking up the collar, he raised his head, voice stern.

"Renamon. Come out here. Now." Almost immediately, the fox did so. "Sit alongside Ranamon." The two women exchanged a glance, sharing a smile between them, then did like they were told. Liam turned, moving torwards them, then took each a hand, placing them at the wrist. He placed his own hand upon it, pointing at the two digimon while his own faced them. "Buckle it." Again, the two shared a glance before doing so, fastening the collar tightly to where it was now buckled, binding the three wrists' together. "We are each our own masters, and our own slaves. We will enjoy one another like lovers. It's...going to be a little alien to me, I imagine. In fact, really weird. But I'm committed to it." The two girls grinned broadly, then yanked Liam forward with their bound wrists into their arms, hugging him between them. It felt fantastic, Ranamon's silken smooth skin against his chest while Renamon's fur tingled his back. He sighed heavily, thinking he could get used to this before the two females pushed him away. They undid the collar keeping their wrists bound before nodding. Looking at the confused male, Ranamon and Renamon gripped one anothers hand, both smiling tenderly.

"Liam...we have something to show you sugah..."

"Yes..please, trust us. We'll look different, but it'll still be us..."

Liam tried to move torwards them, but both held up their free hand. He watched when the two women began to almost ravenously kiss one another, their lips and hands roaming their bodies. He saw an unearthly glow start to emit from them both, slowly filling the room. Shielding his eyes, he was unable to see what was happening, yet he called to the two digimon, trying to move forward. An unknown force kept him at bay, his anxiety starting to spike while he tried to force his way forced. Only when the glow faded did he realize what was happened, finding something new laying on the couch before him.

Two had become one.

It was a rare occurance for Liam to be speechless in person. He would admit to not knowing what to say, but a complete loss for words was something of a rarity for the copper-haired male. Still, the beautiful digimon that stretched out on the couch before him now did just that. She was of feline grace and build, with ruby eyes and fox-like ears. Shells girded her shoulders and encompassed her forearms. They followed the contours of her hips, and encircled her calves. Fines traced around her ankles, and each shell was studded with gemstones. With an modest bust and clear muscle tone, what was most unique was her tail. Liam moved forward, the female remaining still to allow his gaze to explore. He noticed that her tails were actually eight total, pressed together to resemble a large foxes, but each was an individual tentacle, tipped with a spade like a squids, resembling what Calamarimon had. Moving back to her front, he watched her toy with the conch necklace that she wore, along with a skin tight outfit like Ranamon normally did. Shaking his head, he raised his hands in a sense of bewilderment, the digimon giggling softly before speaking.

"It's still me sugah. Or well...us would be more appropriate." Liam shook his head, then rubbed at his ears. He could have sworn he heard both Ranamon and Renamon speak from the same mouth, in total unison, yet it clearly wasn't those two before him. He staggered a moment trying to make sense of it all, the digimon reaching over and gathering the confused human to her, her voice soft. "Take it easy Sugah...we're okay. I'm okay."

"Ren..Ran...what..the...fuck?" was all he could muster, making the female giggle again. She lightly ruffled his hair, something Ranamon did on a regular basis, then helped him into a sitting position, holding his hands between her own. She was at least head and shoulders taller than him, a much larger female and able to easily dominate him physically, but her touch was gentle and loving. Liam shook his head again, then gazed into her ruby eyes, waiting.

"Let me explain sugah. Years ago, when the digi-destined were needed, they had access to a special kind of digivolution. It was simply called a jogress in our language, a unifying of hearts. For the chosen, their digivices synced up, and allowed their digimon to merge into a singular being, united in both spirit and body. That's what happened to me. To us."

"But...how?! I'm not a digi-destined. And I know enough they aren't fairy tales, but...what?! You're two digimon who mused! How! What's...uni...ted...you?" Liam babbled, before the realization hit like a truck. Ranamon and Renamon shared one thing between them. The love and desire for one another, but also the desire for him. It must have been, no, it was more than strong enough to unit them so they could become what he saw now. Shaking his head once more with all it was to take in, he sank into the couch, rubbing his temples. "This is a hell of a turn of events.." he puffed out, sighing, then looking to the digimon. "So, what do I call you."

The woman stood, walking over to pick up the collar, then turned back torwards Liam. She removed the shell necklace from around her neck, then replaced it with the collar, making the male blush slightly. Moving forward, she placed the same necklace around his own neck, then knelt before him, her eyes begging. "My name is Nutabiomon...the nine tongued succubus." The name and description immediately made Liam sit upright, and judging by the licking of her lips, Nutabiomon knew it too. He chewed over his thoughts a moment, then nodded and stood, pointing to the couch.

"Lay down." Her ears perked up, Nutabiomon did eagerly so, choosing to dismiss her rather sparse garment, leaving her in the nude. Liam approached the couch, allowing himself to take in the visual feast of flesh before him, then quickly stripped out his own garments. Though before he could cast away his briefs, the digimon snatched them out of his hand, taking in a deep breath. Liam chuckled, then snatched them back, tossing them aside. "Plenty of time for that when I'm not here..." He said with a smirk. Taking a moment to give her a once over, he started at her head, slowly stroking his fingers through her hair. It was like running his fingers through slightly wet silk, Nutabiomon purring softly from his touch, though she whined a bit in insistance, looking down torwards her nethers. Liam scoffed, then kissed her nose playfully. "Now now, patience comes with it's own rewards. You will not move until I tell you to. You will not touch yourself, you are mine while that collar is upon you. No discussion." The digimon whined again, then laid still while Liam continued to scratch her scalp. It felt fantastic to feel his fingers through her hair, scratching at her scalp, an area she never thought could feel good. To feel him near her was all she could ever ask, and yet he was touching her. Her eyes closed when he slowly traced his fingertips down the sides of her face, playing with her ears prior, making her giggle ever so gently. "Sensative there, hm?" Liam mused, holding an ear in each hand, squeezing and stroking the tender flesh within. Nutabiomon rewarded him with one of the deepest purrs he ever heard, her body shifting a bit while he stroked. He slowly returned his fingers to her face, exploring their contours, passing them past her lips, stroking them like feathers along her neck. She opened her mouth in a soft gasp while he traced where the collar met her skin, then found herself silenced with a pair of lips against hers.

The urge to grab her lover, to make him kiss her deeply was like a untamed fire burning in her heart, yet she forced herself to quell the burning. He held her cheeks softly, kissing her deeper with each passing second, until his tongue slipped into her mouth, making her eyes flash open in surprise. She breathed hotly against his cheek, trying to dance her tongue with his, yet he yanked away suddenly, leaving her lapping at air. The mischief in his eyes made her pout, since that was the intent. Watching him, he planted a feathery kiss to the inset gemstones of her forehead, then began to damply touch his lips down the side of her face, moving to her neck. He matted the fur there with his tongue, kissing, licking, usings his teeth to gently preen her downy fur. moving his hands, gliding them over the fur that laced her chest, he found the contours of her breasts hidden beneath. Cupping ear, he began to slowly, ever so carefully squeeze and press with his fingers, causing her to gasp. She allowed her eyes to flutter shut, arching herself a bit into her lovers touch. But a sudden, sharp pain made her almost shriek in surprise, her hand slapping over her mouth before she woke the neighborhood. Looking down, a bite mark could be seen on her belly, Liam having a wicked grin.

"Y...you bit me..!" the digimon exclaimed, absolutely shocked he had such a thing in him.

"I told you not to move Nutabiomon. Not listening to your master has punishments..." Liam warned, moving to gently suck at the red marks before he nuzzled the area, the coolness of his tongue working away the pain. "All better now.." He said, returning to her breasts. Moving the fur aside, he found a pair of rather pert nipples just begging to be toyed with. Using his nails to graze over one, he took the other into his mouth and sucked hard at it, squeezing her breasts like he was a kitten trying to nurse. No, he was her kitten, and she wanted him to enjoy her breasts. But she couldn't move! He told her to keep still, to not even twitch a finger. He was merciless in how slow he moved. One hand fully cupped over her breasts, the palm moving in lazy circles, causing her nipple to twist and turn beneath it while his fingers duck into her flesh. And his mouth, that practiced tongue flicked playfully at the ripe nub before gripping with his teeth. A few playful tugs with accompanying growls made her squeak and turn the brightest shade of red, Liam now switching breasts. Where the red marks of his fingers digging in lay, he followed the path left with his tongue, licking and nibbling along before lewdly sucking on the nipple, only to let go and leave a tiny trail of saliva that circled her areola, slowly tracing down her breast. His fingers merely feathered over her damp breast before they flicked her nipple several times, causing it to bounce back and forth like a ping pong ball in play. She moaned loudly, pressing her thighs together, Liam noticing his actions were having the desired effect. He grabbed each breast in a hand and gave a final, hard grip before feathering his fingers down her abdomen, tracing her body. Her sides were soft and smooth, his tongue zig-zagging in an agonizingly slow manner down her belly, arriving at her navel. It licked inside, leaving a little pool of saliva there, his hands splaying over her belly to trace the wetness around, motting her fur to her skin. She watched him, her cheeks blazing hot from how he teased her, then sighed in relief when he opened her thighs. Liam took a moment to look at her treasure, swollen and puffed with arousal, the clitoris proudly starting to peek. 'Splendid', he thought to himself, 'the teasing is working.' Using his fingers to trace her inner thigh, he took one off the couch and sat down, contently to merely play his fingers along the inner flesh of her hips and waist, not touching her womanhood.

"I wonder little lady...how badly would you like met to touch you there. How badly would you like my hands to be soaked by your nectar, to feel my tongue tasting your petals." Nutabiomon glanced away, suddenly finding herself shy. Yes, she wanted to feel him practically turning her inside out with pleasure, yet the verbal teasing, the sultry tone in his voice, only served to make her anxious. She felt herself torn between wanting to practically pounce him and ravish him, and wanting to stay true to her "masters" commands. The latter won out, and she only whined and pleaded for him to touch her there. Yet he didn't, Liam merely kissing down her thighs, then moving to the foot that he pushed off. He placed it in his lap, idly tracing the digitrade paw with his fingers, admiring how nimble her toes appeared to be. Taking it with both hands, he began to rather intimately massage, working each digit with an expert touch. Nutabiomoan moaned loudly, beginning to pant, draping an arm over her eyes.

"D-damn it Liam...s-stop it...that...oh..." Liam chuckled, continuing to massage. He knew from Ranamon how sensative Renamon's paws were, and apparentally this form inherited the inane amount of nerves in their paws. He lifted it up and kissed the tips of each toe with a butterflys touch, listening to the fused female groan in delight. Squeezing up and down her sole, he continued the sweet torment, then used his tongue to playfully trace between her digits. She had to clamp a hand over her mouth to avoid shrieking, blush staining her cheeks. The males chuckle grew deeper realizing he found a tender place, and used his hands to playfully wiggle her toes.

"Awww, the little piggies like to squeaaal!" He teased, eyes full of impish fun. Bringnig both feet into his lap now, he was content for a time to merely play with her soles and toes, dancing his fingers along, kissing at random, scratching with his nails and sucking at random. Nutabiomon did indeed squeal. Her body spasmed from his touch, her loins now desperately hot from how he teased her. Liam indulged himself a few moments more before grasping her legs to turn her to the side, then parted her thighs wide. He took in the sight before him, her swollen lips, her pulsing clit and the dampness that trickled out of her honey pot. Liam allowed himself to gaze upwards into Nutabiomon eyes, a soft smile on his lips. "Such a wonderous sight...I wonder how long you'll last." This time, the digimon took command. She snatched Liam's head with her hands, and practically buried him into her crotch. Her tails came to life, splitting, wrapping him up in a suction-cupped cacoon, forcing him to stay there. He smiled inwardly, feeling her tangle her fingers into his hair for a tighter grip, then blew a hot breath across her clit. Though his voice was muffled full of womanly mound, she could still hear him teasing her. "My my, eager tonight, aren't we."

"Sh-shut the hell up and get to work...!" Liam contemplated making his touch agonizing, and figured a slow crawl might work for the finishing number. He opened wide and placed his lips on hers, using his tongue to simply trace along, allowing his mouth to press down, like he was milking a bee for honey. Nutabiomon groaned loudly, sliding two of her tentacles from him to begin massaging her breasts, her tongue lulling out. Her lover allowed himself to relax into the tight embrace of her tail tentacles, who kept him almost rigid, the scent of her excitement intoxicating, like the gardens of the ocean depths. He began to gently use his teeth to graze the swollen lips that were presented to him, the digimon biting her lip to avoid screaming in pleasure while he raked along, using his tongue to touch where his teeth passed, licking playfully. She felt him bite onto her clit and tug, squeezing, rolling with his tongue, chewing, making her almost draw blood. His motions had signaled an abandonment of his prior train of though, now eating her out like he was starving. Not a drop of honey was wasted, he sucked it away with gusto, using his lips to coax more out, raking with his teeth, plunging his tongue inside to lick at her walls. She practically ground his face into her, the act soaking him, making it hard to focus his mouth where it was needed, but she didn't care. He was now in her control, and she was determined to get that orgasm she desperately desired. He sucked when able, licked where he could, but she cried out in lust, forcing his cheek, his forehead to practically scrub her clitoris. With panting breath and flushed face, Nutabiomon made her lover sloppily dine on her before she screamed. Her thunder thighs slammed around his head, pressing him into the deluge. He would have flailed his arms if they weren't bound by tentacles that held him in a grip that rivaled a giants. Liam's vision was growing dim from the pressure and lack of oxygen, and he attempted to pull away a moment, only for her to keep him there, using him like a living sex toy. A few more seconds of grinding gave Nutabiomon another rocking orgasm before she collapsed, sliding forward, her tongue hanging from her mouth and eyes glazed from ecstacy.

When the haze finally cleared, she gave a dreamy sigh, looking up at the ceiling. "Liam...you...are...insane..." When hearing no answer, she blinked and lifted her head, her face growing white when she noticed the male was still caught in her tendrils and thighs, his face still pressed into her soaked honey. Yipping and quickly relaxing the tendrils, she found Liam unconcious, quickly using her tendrils to life him to her. "Liam! Liam, I'm sorry! Please don't b ehurt...!" The males eyes twitched a moment, then he gasped loudly upon drawing in a gulp of fresh oxygen that wasn't tainted with the smell of sex. He shook his head, then slumped in the grip of the tentacles, Nutabiomon stroking his cheek. "I'm so sorry sweety...it just...well...blew my mind..I couldn't stop, feeling your tongue and mouth down there teasing me, I couldn't control myself. Please forgive your servant..." Liam coughed a moment, geting his vision back, then nodded to one of the tendrils. Moving it, Nutabiomon watched him free his arm, then reach down and swipe his middle finger along the length of her slit, making her squeak, then blush profusely. He lifted that finger and drew it down his forehead over his nose, then sucked it clean, the sign that only two of the participants knew of. Nutabiomon gave a gentle sound, hugging him to her, then shifted her tails. She positioned Liam so he was with hands bound behind his back, legs spread before her, his manhood proudly standing at attack. She leaned back on the couch, idly fondling the collar she wore. "Well now...guess it's player twos turn to play. And I plan to use every cheat code available." She teased with a soft smirk. Liam's face grew pale, and he attempted to say something, but a tentacle opened like a maw, revealing that fleshy tongue. It clamped over lower half of his face, probing and dancing with his tongue, leaving Nutabiomon to shake a finger in a no no manner. "Tut tut little boy. You teased the hell outta me, and you know that at times, teasing drives me up the wall." She hrmed a moment, then snapped her fingers. Motioning, her tendrils shifted in such a way that, without freeing his mouth, they turned him so his ass was facing her. Reaching a hand out, Nutabiomon extended several long strips of kelp. They slithered through the air and quickly wrapped around the base of Liam's cock and balls, weaven them into a little harness that kept him rock hard. The male gave a muffled yelp of surprise, Nutabiomon giggling with glee.

"Good! That'll keep you niiice and hard for me. I intend to milk that handsome cock for all it's worth before I buck you till you're sore. But you've been so naughty...what to do with a naughty pet..." she mused, tapping her chin while Liam hung before her. She tapped her lips with a finger in thought, then snapped her fingers with an idea. Nodding, the tendrils holding him shifted him around, leaving his chest parallel to the floor while his ass was high and legs spread wide. A spade from the ones wrapped around his legs hovered over his ass, while another lay on his taint, the suckers nibbling at his flesh. It extended that long, slimy tongue and simply sawed between his cheeks, passing over his asshole with each glide, causing him to moan. His entire torso was wrapped with a pair of tendrils, their suckers leaving red welts on his skin while the tentacles shifted, causing them to release and reapply, sound like lewd, horny mouths. His legs were pressed against his thighs, feet left dangling, his cock ripping hard from the kelp cock ring tight around it. Satisfied, Nutabiomon nodded, the tentacles slapping down on his ass, causing him to jerk and howl into the tendril that occupied his mouth. The tongue slowly began to drill, ever so tenderly at the pucker of his anus, making him want to relax, impossible due to the tendrils that were like thick riding crops on his buttocks. Each slap made his cock jump a bit and strain against the kelp, Nutabiomon relaxing back on the couch, idly playing with a nipple, watching him be molested by her tendrils. The tentacles that weren't occupied remained quiet, though after spying Liam's cock a swollen, red color, she lifted a foot and grazed it down the underside of his cock, using her toes to play with the head.

"My my Liam, you're in quite the predicament now. Your ass is the color of a red delicious apple, and your cock is cherry bright! Tsk, if this keeps up, you might actually turn your balls into blueberries!" The digimon teased, seduction clear in her voice. The human merely answered back with a soft 'Mmmmmm', allowing the tentacles to keep him suspended. His body had grown accustomed to the slaps, his ass twitching from the heavy handed paddling it endured, while the tongue of the one that sucked his perenium slowly touched inside him. It found the equivalency of a male g-spot, that sensative prostate, then began to prode and massage it, causing him to groan loud as he could. Nutabiomon laughed softly, squeezing the head of his cock between her toes, using the sole to soft stroke and push before slapping his scrotump a few times with it. "I know how you are Liam....I know how you're not a groaner, you're not a vocalizer...the more you enjoy it, the quieter become. Your body is so honest..." she said, squeezing his head again, watching a tiny bead of pre-cum drizzle out while she milked him with her foot. Satisfied he was starting to produce, she scooted to the edge of the couch, dismissing her tentacle from his ass, then pulled him to where her lower was lowered down between her breasts. She reached up with her hands, pressing her melons around him, hearing nothing except a sigh of pleasure. Laughing gently, the digimon began to slowly stroke him with her breasts, nuzzling his ass while the tendrils slowly massaged the angry flesh, the dampness of their suckers helping to soothe the sting. Her trio of tendrils reached up to his cock and began to worship it, their maws opening to allow their slimy tongues to tickle and swipe at the swollen glands head, slipping between her breasts to add lubrication. They coiled around his cock, keeping time with her motions, sliding up and down. He felt the pressure of her breasts around his cock tighten, causing the sole tongue that was coiled about him to relax, Nutabiomon guiding their touch. Two tongues teased and licked playfully at cock head, sawing along the penile slit, slipping along the underside, tracing the contours. She listened quietly, hearing her lovers breath coming in quick, labored pants, his swollen cock seeming to almost beg for release. 'No Liam...push past it...like you have all troubles you face.." she whispered. Allowing her tendrils to part his ass, she pressed her tongue gently at his anus, licking and poking, feeling him arch himself in surprise and need. He tried to hump at her breasts, but she held him tightly with her tendrils, satisfied with her pace. She milked him with each stroke of her breasts, kissing his anus and then nibbling against his taint, her tendril tongues slowly licking each bead of pre that managed to press free. The room was silent save for Liam's labored breathing that echoed Nutabiomon's quiet sounds of appreciation. Held in her fleshy embrace, Liam felt like he was floating above his body, watching her stroke him for the past ten minutes, unable to come from the tight kelp wrap around his cock. He felt his body shudder with a mini-orgasm, then another after a few moments more. The endorphins were making his vision hazy, and he lay limp in the tendrils grasp, panting into the tendril that explored his mouth. Nutabiomon lifted her head, then nodded. She withdrew her tendrils, her mouth, her breasts, causing him to moan softly in relief, before he found himself being turned and repositioned.

She gave him his limbs back, though her tendrils were still woven about them, acting like an exoskeleton to help the weakened male stand. He was made to walk to her, bend over, her hand stroking his cheek softly, their eyes locked. "Liam...my sweet Liam...fuck me. Make me yours." Though the tendrils helped him to stand, the male nodded, unable to speak from the tendril over his mouth. He moved forward to embrace Nutabiomon, who returned same, using her legs and arms to guide him. He stopped a moment finding her virgin, yet she buried her face into his neck. "Do it." Giving a soft sound of understanding, Liam with swollen, throbbing cock suddenly slammed himself to the hilt. Despite how much his loins ached, he was grateful for the kelp cock ring after hearing Nutabiomon cry out soft. He began to rock his hips, pulling out to where only the bare tip of his dick lay within, before moving forward, finding a rythmn to adopt. Nutabiomon caressed his hair and his face, her soft coo's and gasps egging him onward, her tendrils kissing with their suction cups on his entire body. Liam continued to thrust into her, his pace even, slow, letting her feel every inch of his manhood. True, he was small, and he didn't work like a sewing machine. But it was enough to tingle each sensative nerve, the angle he took hammering her clitoris with each pump. She gave a soft cry with each hilt, her face hidden in his neck, her breath making his neck hot. Liam held her in his embrace, the coolness of her tentacles refreshing while they rippled across his body, helping guide his actions like he was their puppet. Feeling Nutabiomon shift, she moved to where he lay on the touch, his hands on the breasts while she slammed down onto him before rocking back and forth furiously, calling his name. Liam arched himself best he could udner her weight, his cock straining so much from the kept, Nutabiomon yipping and howling with lust. "Oh...S-so close..c-can't...d-delay...it...fill me...p-please...!" She managed to gasp out. Liam felt the kelp slowly begin to dissolve from his cock, and he attempted a half hearted thrust, only to be denyed by another slam from Nutabiomon. She smirked playfully while her body shook with orgasm, leaning close while she milked his cock, soaking his pelvis with her nectar. By the time she neared him despite not losing momentum from her grinding, she was touching nose to nose, her voice gently, the tentacle pulling away when the kelp finally vanished.

"Your turn, sugah." The orgasm that rocked Liam was like someone trigged a massive earthquake and subsequent tsunami to hit his shores. He practically roared enough to startle Nutabiomon from the shaking of the windows and glassware, his cock spilling his seed into her. It slickened her walls, coated her womb,stringing out of her in sticky ropes. She squirmed against him while he orgasmed, determined to get every last drop. Even when he was finished, she slid off and turned to him, rubbing herself on his chest, soaking him with both her nectar and his spunk, while she played with his limp cock. The male panted heavily for breath, his face flushed and eyes a bit dark from the rush of blood and biological chemicals he just experienced, but Nutabiomon simply giggled. She scooped up a few strands of seed and suckled them off her fingers, then slide down to his belly, leaving a trail of ooze before hopping up, smearing what remained on her fingers into his hair and down his face. She blushed profusely when he sat up, covered in his and her spunk, hair sticky and body shining with sweat, a sigh to be told. Still panting, Liam leaned forward into Nutabiomon's arms. She caressed his back and kissed his hair before speaking, her voice tender. "Are you alright Liam..."

"...N-no...I'm ...n...n...noot..." he managed to squeak out. Alarmed, Nutabiomon wondered if something had happened, lifting her lover to where she could look at his face. When she saw the stupid grin, she knew he was okay, but if anything, he was certainly exhausted and physically drained from their love-making. Rolling her eyes, she laid him against the couch, then gasped loudly when her body took on a glow. Looking at her hands, she looked at Liam to see a warm smile on his lips. "I'll...see you soon...sweethearts..." Realizing what he meant, Nutabiomon returned the smile before kissing him passionately on the lips, the glow filling the room.

It was a visit that neither of the digital woman wanted to encounter. A knock on the door came, and beyond it stood Antylamon, deva of Azulongmon. To her suprise, Liam welcomed her into his home without a second guess, inviting her into the common room. The two conversed for a while, Ranamon and Renamon listening of above, anxious to hear when the conversation would turn to what likely announced one of the deva's appearance.

"So your sovereigns wish to speak with my Ranamon and Renamon." Antylamon nodded softly, idly playing with the small plastic figure that Liam had given her. She found herself confused by this humans offering, how he seemed to know instinctually that she had a penchant for small things. Shaking her head to collect her thoughts, she lifted her head, nodding gently.

"Yes. We all sensed the power that was output from their jogress. For a pair of digimon to do so without human assistance is an oddity, and the sovereigns wish to understand how it happened." Liam nodded a moment, placing his fingers together in a tent. He knew that such an event would draw the sovereigns eye, if not the ire of a particular one who was known to detest humans. The room was silence save for Antylamon playing with the little figure before a chair scraping across the floor was heard. Looking up to see Liam standing, Antylamon did so, towering over the human male. She looked into his eyes, seeing a determination most grim, then at the small figurine in her paws. Reaching forward to return it, Liam held a hand up, then used it to close her paw around it.

"Please, keep it. We have a journey to make." Nodding, Antylamon moved aside while Liam looked past. He went to the base of the stairs, looking up to see the two women watching, their faces pale. A reassuring smile pushed past his lips before he bade them downstairs. They cautiously made their way, facing Antylamon, the deva regarding them a moment with curiosity more than distain. Liam nodded, moving upstairs to begin packing a few essential, leaving the three alone. No words were past between them before Antylamon broke the silence, her voice gentle.

"How...how were you both able to perform a feat which hasn't occured in years." Exchanging a glance, the two shared an impish grin between them before Renamon stepped forward, motioning Antylamon to lean down. She did so, lift her ear to allow Renamon to whisper it, the normally coffe color fur of her cheeks turning brighter and brighter crimson. Finishing up her explanation, Renamon hopped back over to Ranamon and placed an arm around her shoulder, poking the female in the ribs. The three of them engaged in idle conversation, though it quickly turned to a dead silence hearing a scream come from the section above. Antylamon brandished her axes, scowling, the two girls nodding in understand before stepping back. A mighty leap shattered the floor, allowing the deva to easily gain access to the upper levels, the two rushing up the stairs to hear another cry, more bestial than the last. With the deva leading the charge, the two females followed her into the living room above, coming to a stop at the sight that greeted them. Liam lay on the floor, looking a ghastly color, his body slightly shriveled. He labored for breath, but a distance away lay the source of his torment, impaled through the eye by the knife Liam kept hidden on him at all times. A Tsumemon thrashed about on the floor, trying to dislodge the object that blinded it, its claws steeped in blood. Liam's blood. Antylamon moved quickly, smashing the small digimon with a swipe of her hand, Renamon and Ranamon rushing to their beloveds side. They realized that he wasn't bleeding, but that he was infected by a virus that was slowly eating away his life force, devouring him from within. Ranamon clutched one of Liam's hands, Renamon with the other, tears showing in their eyes.

"Liam sugah, don't quit...don't give in...we need you..."

"Yes...after so long I've found someone to love...please...don't go..." When he gave no response, Renamon began to weep softly, Ranamon deathly silent. However, Antylamon motioned for them to stop, then pointed a finger outside.

"There is a human out there, accompanied by a Infermon, several more Tsunemon and Chrysalismon with him. It appears he is the source of your lovers torment." Now driven by the need for revenge, the two girls nodded, then merged once more into Nutabiomon. Gone though, was the sea colors of pink and blue. Her shells were spiked, and made of a black, metallic substance that shifted and swirled like the depths of the ocean. Her skin was a deep navy, and her eyes burned with rage. Antylamon literally had to duck to the side to avoid being blown through the wall when Nutabiomon slammed through it like it was paper. She landed hard on the ground with enough force to smash concrete, making the thug jump into the air, the digimon moving to surround their charge. He stared blankly at Nutabiomon, then shrugged, looking back at the hole, Antylamon now standing there, Liam held in her grasp.

"Hmph. Least I got that fucker who tried to get me and my crew to work together. More fun to be a solo act with than share the wealth." He scoffed, looking at the emotionless Nutabiomon. "And the shit're you supposed to be." Nutabiomon tilted her head in a manner most casual, then began to draw a circle in the air with the blackest ink. It flowed from her hands like water, leaving her to begin filling in the circle. The thug shrugged and motioned, his tsunemon and chrysalismon swarming around Nutabiomon like locust. She didn't fling, didn't falter, filing out the circle, holding the ink disc overhead. It suddenly exploded upwards in a torrent, then rained down around her, shredding the digimon that surrounded her in a torrent of razor-sharp ink. The thug's face turned the color of a sheet, his hands curling into fists. "Oh hell no...hell no! That's it, you're dead bitch! You hear me, dead!" Nutabiomon merely waved a finger in a no-no manner, then pointed behind the thug. He whirled about, staring wide-eyed to find his infermon caught up in tentacles that had risen from a black portal. He looked back to see that they were Nutabiomon's own eight tendril tails that had descended into that same blackness. The infermon let out an inhuman scream when the tentacles pulled it torwards the blackness, a thick beak like one may find on a squid rising up to meet it. The thug drew a weapon, firing at Nutabiomon, gawking when it dissolved into ink long before reaching her. He glanced over at his infermon just in time to see it bit in two by the snapping beak, the tendril ripping off it's limbs, all disappearing into the darkness. Now alone and against one pissed off digimon, the thug did what any punk would do. He ran for his life. Nutabiomon was about to give chase when Antylamon called to her.

"Stop! Your friend...no, your lover lives!" Hearing the news snapped the sea fox back to reality, her colors returning to normal. Rushing to Liam's side, she listened to his chest, hearing his heart beat and breath, though shallow, make his chest rise and fall. She clutched his hand, but Antylamon shook her head. "No. We must move quickly, and get him to the perilous gate." Not wishing to argue, Nutabiomon sprinted after Antylamon, the former clutching Liam to her like one would carry a kitten. They ran like the wind, bouncing over buildings, Nutabiomon managing to keep pace with the deva before they arrived at a strange location. It seemed to be a place where the land touched the sky, forming an odd pathway, and before them, a massive gate. On either side sat a pair of pillars, and sitting on each stood the soveriegns. Or at least, spiritial embodiments. Their faces were a mixture of grim, distain, concern and dismissive, Antylamon stopping short of colliding with the gate. She turned torwards Azulongmon, Nutabiomon stopping short herself, but with the way she clung to Liam, you'd think she'd tear the gates off their hinges herself. Antylamon spoke loudly, the urgency in her voice. "Sovereign! This man, the one responsible for helping these two digimon perform a jogress, is dying from a digi-virus! His human body cannot handle the conversation. I implore you, please! Allow him entry into our world so we may treat him!" Silence passed while the sovereigns turned to one another, wordlessly conversing, before Zhuquiamon, the bird of fire, spoke, his voice crackling like flame.

"You know the laws we have put in place because of the humans! They themselves are a virus, and that this one is infected is all the more proof of their inferiority to us!" Nutabiomon growled loudly, then spat back, saliva flying from her lips given how enraged she was.

"Fuck you you overstuffed peacock!! Liam has been nothing but kind to us! He's tried to help so many other digimon! You gotta help him! And if you won't..." she warned, pointing to the gate. "I'll tear this open with my damn bare hands!"

"It is true that humans have helped our kind." the white tiger known by Baihumon stated. "But the laws are there for our safety. We cannot make an exception for a single man, even if it is by the pleas of a fellow digimon." Azulongmon regarded Nutabiomon carefully, his voice measured in wisdom, but also choosing his words very carefully.

"What is your name, child."

"...Nutabiomon. I am the jogress of Renamon and Ranamon, unique for we are united both by our love and lust for one another...but also..." Nutabiomon claimed, reaching over and taking Liam's hand, relaxing a bit when she felt him gently squeeze it. "...but also for this man, whom we adore with our very souls. Please...save him...!" The sovereigns once again conversed amongst themselves, Azulongmon speaking once more.

"It is possible...but the gates will not open without a sacrifice. What will you give up to appease the law?"

"I'll give up myself! Take my jogress from me! I...we can still live on without it! Yes, it's wonderful to have, but without our Liam, it's worthless!"

"Very well.." Azulongmon said solemnly, the gate beginning to reach out with ghastly hands for Nutabiomon. However, it suddenly stopped when Liam managed to tear his hand away, holding a hand up, his voice weak.

"Antylamon...let...me..stand.." The rabbit digimon hesitated a moment, then gingerly set him down on the ground. He turned torwards the gate, stumbling until he could walk no more, then crawled torwards the hands. Ebonwumon watched quietly, speaking with a grandfatherly tone when he realized what Liam was doing.

"Child of man...why do you wish to sacrifice yourself for your loved onces...is it not better to live with them..?"

"Yea, it is..." Liam coughed out, spitting on the ground, looking at the ghastly hands. "But frankly, i'm a fucking moron...and I love Nutabiomon the same as Ran and Ren. So I'll give myself so they can go into the digital world..." Nutabiomon shrieked loudly while the hands reached for Liam, having to be held back by Antylamon. Even splitting back into themselves, the two woman fought ferociously to be free of her grip while the hands closed in.

"Dammit Liam, don't you dare! We don't care about Nutabiomon! We all need to be together!!"

"She's right! Please, listen to Ranamon! Don't do it! Don't go...!" Liam laughed softly, glancing back, only his voice heard when the hands fully hide him from view.

"IT'll be okay...I'm not alone...and neither...will you two be..." The two digimon screamed till their voices were hoarse, their screams drowning out the gate opening, revealing a road into the digital world. Antylamon, filled with sadness, let them go, Ranamon rushing to where Liam laid seconds prior, now empty. She shrieked at the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her face, her voice gurgle from the strain, while blood began to trickle from her lips. Desperate, Renamon rushed forward, holding the hysterical Ranamon in a tight embrace, sobbing with her. The sovereigns held vigil for the two digimon, save Zhuiquamon before Antylmon stepped forward, her voice tender.

"...I'm sorry..." Renamon shook her head, burying her face into the hair of her lover. It took several minutes for Ranamon to finally become mute from her sobs, the sovereigns watching on quietly, their expressions somber. However, a little squeak could be heard coming from the gate, before a tiny creature like a marshmallow with wings and an antenea coming from it's head darted out. It flit about the two girls eagerly, squeaking and chirping, trying to draw their attention.

"A digignome...." Ebonwumon murmured, then exchanged a glance with his fellow sovereigns. He nodded in agreement, disappearing with Baihumon, leaving only Azulongmon. The divine dragon watched for a moment more before speaking, his voice carrying a lyrical tone.

"Where sky and water meet, where the waves grow sweet, doubt not Reepicheep. There is the utter east." Immediately, Ranamon took notice, lifting her head and looking up to Azulongmon.

"H-how...w-would...k-know...that.." she managed to croak out. Azulongmon simply gave her the smallest smile before he too, vanished. The gate lay open, Ranamon managing to stand with Renamon's help. The fox turned to the deva still with them, who was there much for comfort like she was for guarding the gate, curious.

"What did he mean..." Shaking her head, Antylamon gave her a sad gaze.

"I do not know. The sovereigns speak in riddles as much as they do plainly."

Ranamon slapped her cheeks a few times, then began pointing almost frantically to the right. Renamon watched her a few moments, yipping when the water nymph grabbed her by the ears and literally began yanking her torwards the opened gate. She yelped loudly in pain, managing to free herself. "What, what! Okay, I know you want to go through, but what the hell!" Antylamon mused over his words a moment, then snapped her paws. She rushed forward, scooping up the two digimon, then dashed into the digital world. Holding each of them on her shoulder, her speed was like the wind, the two women having to hold onto her ears to keep from falling off. "Where are you taking us Antylamon!"

"To the place where all digimon are born. The primary village." Exchanging a glance, Ranamon and Renamon nodded solemnly, hoping that what Azulongmon quotted was a clue to what happened to Liam. With Antylamon's speed, they reached the primary village in a couple of hours. It was beautiful, like a childs toybox given life, the ground fluffly like a cloud, and plush building blocks reaching to the sky. Hopping down, the two digimon bid Antylamon farewell, then made their way through the village. Neither of them knew what they wer elooking for, but another coo drew their attention. A digignome flitted about, flying forward a bit and looking back. With a nod, Renamon helped Ranamon over the slightly rough terrain, reaching a place of Primary village that seemed to experience a strange sense of corruption. Not scattered nor destroyed, but disorganized and distorted, like the building blocks of a childs tower were scattered across the floor. The digignome moved to a massive tree, then fly up into the branches. Staring in wonder despite the aching in their hearts, the two girls felt the wind in their hair, watching, waiting. Their patience was soon rewarded, the tree seeming to shift in the uppermost branches, passing something, the digi-gnome who guided them keeping vigil. When reaching the ground, the tiny sprite motioned the two girls forward, pointing at the pod. It was like a cocoon made out of binary code. Ranamon made the first move, reaching out to touch it, quickly backing up when the cocoon began to dissolve.

The two women watched with bewilderment while the data seemed to merge and mix with itself, but also drawing in other bits and fragments of data. It began to adopt a shape, a humanoid shape, the two girls witnessing the birth of a Fragment digimon-a digimon that was a mingle of various bits of data that lingered, lost in the recycling process. It was here, at this tree, that data is given life should a strong enough will demand it. The form adopted that of a humanoid male, slowly forming flesh and blood, sinews and muscle, but with noticable differences. His right arm was completely mechanical, made of huolong ore, the hardest substance in the digital world. His legs resembled a dragons, yet his chest was a proud males, along with his left arm that ended in a strong hand. From his back extended various cables that appeared to plug into his arms and legs, fanning out like featherless wings, and his hair was long and unkempt, a blazing copper. Tattoos, like circuits, were visible on his porcelein skin and his ears had a feral, tattered appearance. The male finished being born, then yawned profusely, sitting upright, rubbing his head. His eyes opened to reveal them to be filled with static a moment, yet after a few seconds they clicked into something very familiar. Despite being naked, he rose to his feet like he was completely comfortable, a small package occupying where a normal males genitals should be, and a squat little tail like a computer cable flicked about behind him, barely long enough to cover the crack of his rump. The ladies took a step back, unsure what would happen while the male turned to face them. He blinked a few times before his eyes transformed from that familiar iris to hearts, throwing his arms wide.

"Ranamon! Renamon! You made it! YOu're here!! ...Wait..." the figure said, pausing to look himself over with bewilderment now showing his eyes, the hearts replaced by two question marks. "What the hell am I...and why do I look like I just walked out of a junkyard robot shop..!" Renamon stared in disbelief, but Ranamon showed no hesitation. She rushed forward, practically slamming the digimon against the tree, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. He tasted the bitterness of dried blood. He pushed her away out of the kiss, then reached for his cable tail. He held her against him in an embrace, then literally plugged it into Ranamon's arm. She gasped, feeling her throat starting to rapidly heal, like someone was repairing her code immediately. The process only took a minute, and it felt fantastic. She sighed, relaxing into the digimons embrace, who lifted her into his arms.

"Mmm...Liam...that was fantastic...wonder what other tricks you have...." Renamon stared aghast, her jaw nearly to the ground. Moving forward, she cupped the males cheek, his eyes switching back to their original state, watching her quietly.

"...Liam...it can't be...how.." Liam laughed gently, setting Ranamon back on her feet, then hugged Renamon tightly to him. His flesh was soft where it wasn't metallic, and warm. She realized that caring touch could never be lost.

"When I was within the darkness, I wished to be able to see you both again. Apparentally, the digital world rewards those who take care of it's children. And a little help..." He explained with a chuckle, looking up to the digi-gnome that had been watching them this entire time. It giggled itself before disappearing into a pinprick of light. He looked back to see Ranamon crying, then down to Renamon beginning to do the same. Using his cheeks, he wiped her tears, then made a motion down his forehead and over the bridge of his nose, sucking the finger afterwards. The two women pounced their husband, tackling him to the ground. THeir bodies pressed tightly to his, and he accepted their embrace gladly. Yet after a few moments, he spoke up with a soft ahem.

"What is it Liam..."

"Yea sugah, anything, ask and we'll do it!"

"...Can I please get some clothes...?" The two girls exchange a glance, then look back down at him with impish grins and gleaming eyes, answering his question in unisom.

"No!"