Short story by the artist: A sentinel of the increasingly corrupted Digital World, NVeemon will sometimes patrol the border between the worlds. Humans, anthros, it doesn't matter - everyone needs a 'guide'. Some of them have even heard of the Digital World before, traveling here to become Tamers or explorers.
It was a simple thing for his master to manufacture fake 'crests' and synthetic Digivices. Most of his higher-level minions carried a few, 'hiding' them in easy-to-find spots or dropping them in places where they were likely to be found. Once any would-be adventurer discovers them, the fakes send out a beacon to draw in their 'partner' Digimon.
"That's right... we're bonded, now!" the hulking blue dragon intones. He has a faraway gaze and speaks almost like he's being controlled. Surely, it's just that their data hasn't synched yet to his new trainer. "All you have to do is look into your Digivice and it'll start glowing. So pretty... easy to stare. Good."
He gently takes the luminous beacon from his 'Tamer', petting the fox's head and subtly guiding him down onto his knees. "Yes, that's it. Look into the light. No more thoughts. No more worries. That's a good Tamer. A good... Digimon." His words have an edge to them. His eyes had taken on uncharacteristically sharp gaze for such a dimwitted Dragon - a certain malicious glow that matched the luminance of his heavy collar. "A Renamon, hrm?" He grinned as the fox's rust pelt began to bleach a sunny gold color. His ears lengthened while his muzzle began to twist into a familiar visage. Better still was that growing bust! His master could watch all day through his thoughtless thralls' eyes as a formerly male anthro took on much softer features - a slight pinch here, a wider set of hips there. Perhaps a burgeoning pair of C... no, D-cups as their maleness weathered away.
His master didn't realized his excitement had grown this strong - powerful enough that even on the border between worlds, his favorite drone was sporting a full hard-on. He just chuckles and resumes direct control. "Well... better you get acquainted with this now." He rumbles, moving that proud length between the Renamon's gaze and the stream of light that were now her thoughts. "Take it all in. After all, you're gonna be such a good Rena slut..."
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A sentinel of the increasingly corrupted Digital World, NVeemon will sometimes patrol the border between the worlds. Humans, anthros, it doesn't matter - everyone needs a 'guide'. Some of them have even heard of the Digital World before, traveling here to become Tamers or explorers.
It was a simple thing for his master to manufacture fake 'crests' and synthetic Digivices. Most of his higher-level minions carried a few, 'hiding' them in easy-to-find spots or dropping them in places where they were likely to be found. Once any would-be adventurer discovers them, the fakes send out a beacon to draw in their 'partner' Digimon.
"That's right... we're bonded, now!" the hulking blue dragon intones. He has a faraway gaze and speaks almost like he's being controlled. Surely, it's just that their data hasn't synched yet to his new trainer. "All you have to do is look into your Digivice and it'll start glowing. So pretty... easy to stare. Good."
He gently takes the luminous beacon from his 'Tamer', petting the fox's head and subtly guiding him down onto his knees.
"Yes, that's it. Look into the light. No more thoughts. No more worries. That's a good Tamer. A good... Digimon."
His words have an edge to them. His eyes had taken on uncharacteristically sharp gaze for such a dimwitted Dragon - a certain malicious glow that matched the luminance of his heavy collar.
"A Renamon, hrm?"
He grinned as the fox's rust pelt began to bleach a sunny gold color. His ears lengthened while his muzzle began to twist into a familiar visage. Better still was that growing bust! His master could watch all day through his thoughtless thralls' eyes as a formerly male anthro took on much softer features - a slight pinch here, a wider set of hips there. Perhaps a burgeoning pair of C... no, D-cups as their maleness weathered away.
His master didn't realized his excitement had grown this strong - powerful enough that even on the border between worlds, his favorite drone was sporting a full hard-on. He just chuckles and resumes direct control.
"Well... better you get acquainted with this now." He rumbles, moving that proud length between the Renamon's gaze and the stream of light that were now her thoughts. "Take it all in. After all, you're gonna be such a good Rena slut..."