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Posted on 2020-07-29 09:45:53
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The FurAffinity user grifterwolf wrote a long story to go with this.
Story summary: A human researcher has been working on a way to control and cure virus type Digimon. This method gets an unexpected test when a few Gazimon come into the research area. Using special flickering screens, the researcher successfully hypnotizes the Gazimon into leaving. The researcher needs to test this method on a stronger Digimon or his research program will be cancelled, so he summons a Megidramon. The Digimon initially resists the hypnotic screens and hypnotic speakers but eventually succumbs enough that the researcher can approach him and help masturbate him to orgasm, which cements control of the now cured Digimon.
Full story: The morning was just breaking dawn as the small sedan made its way down the familiar winding highway. There were few cars on the road at this hour, the commute was fast but the hours at Biotech were long. Simon rubbed his fingers into the corners of his eyes, shifting his glasses up a moment as he wiped some of the sleep from them. He'd already been up until almost three in the morning doing his research. This project was very important to him, and he's spent an inordinate amount of time and dedication into seeing its fruition come through. He sighed and yawned, brushing his hand down his face, tugging at the goatee that hung from his chin. He had to wake up, and this large injection of caffeine in his cup holder wasn't helping much. He'd just have to shake it off when he got to the office.

Today was a big day for their lab; the V.P. and several of his staff would be making an appearance to witness if their technology to summon and capture evil or “virus type” Digimon would actually work. The results of the preliminary tests were promising, and they'd already succeeded in summoning several in-training Digimon showing signs of viral activity. Though so far the research to change their code to that of data type Digimon have been unsuccessful. But Simon was confident that it could be done. As he pulled up to his parking spot, he checked himself in the rearview mirror, his bright green eyes looking back at him as he pulled his long hair out of his face and took a moment to tie the shoulder-length mess of hair into a neat-looking ponytail. He sighed deeply and slipped out of the car to make his way into the building. As he entered and swiped his card at the counter, Simon noticed his boss Darryl looking at him with a disconcerting glare in his eyes, the expression faded as Simon approached.

“Darryl? What's going on?” He asked.

Darryl shook his head lightly and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose slightly. “Things are going pretty badly I'm afraid.” He said. “It seems our vice president doesn't really see a lot of the sense in what we're doing here.”

“What?” Simon exclaimed. “I thought we made it clear that this is a strong defense measure against future Digimon attacks! We can't keep letting kids go out and risk their lives to destroy these viruses!”

Darryl interrupted Simon with a hand raised. “I know your arguments, Simon, but if they reject your proposal--”

“What? They'll shut it down?” Simon scoffed. “This project has been underway for two years and--”

“And we've had minimal results!” Darryl interrupted him again. “Hypnotic suggestion through the use of digital imagery was a stroke of genius in theory, but the physical results just aren't matching up! I'm afraid we're going to be at risk for a full shut down anytime now.”

“Not on my watch.” Simon scowled.

“Simon, don't talk like that. Let's just head into the research pod and see how the latest test is running.”

“You mean, you started a test without me?” Simon was outraged by the concept that his project was being manned without him.

Darryl sighed as the pair of them stepped into an elevator to be shunted off to another corner of the facility. “It wasn't exactly my idea. A couple of Gazimon came through the portal last night, we're not exactly sure how it came on, but there we were with a couple of test subjects and results have been—chaotic.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” A loud thunking noise followed by a gentle shake of the elevator greeted the pair as the door opened into the control room above the testing floor.

Immediately, the pair could see the chaos on the floor as three Gazimon were wildly running about, throwing equipment, damaging everything in sight. One of them had somehow managed to scale the wall and was now scooting across the narrow ledge just outside of the thick glass. His body and face were scrunched up against the glass and his tongue was leaving a long defined streak that dripped down the window. He turned toward the humans within and smiled, revealing all of his teeth as he suddenly slammed his fist against the window, filling the room with a loud cracking noise. The window didn't budge, so instead the Gazimon began to instead bump his hips against the glass, licking lewdly at it before cackling madly.

Pressing a button on the adjoining wall, lights illuminated around the glass and the Gazimon reacted in pain before being thrown back from it and crash landing on the floor below. Quickly, Simon pulled up his seat and began to type into the computer that folded open in front of him.

“What-what is he doing? What is this!?” An old man exclaimed as he tugged his suit back to its un-creased form.

“This is Simon Funder, the man responsible for this project from the beginning.” Darryl said. “Let him work, he'll get this under control.”

“This is an outrage! An outrage! How could you even hope to fix our Digimon problems if you can't even control this lot!”

“This was an—unexpected happening.” Darryl explained.

“Well, I certainly hope you can expect the plug to be pulled on this little project of yours! This is much too dangerous!”

“But--” Darryl was interrupted by the man who angrily stormed toward the elevator.

Simon knew he had to work fast, his fingers flew across the keyboard as he input the commands that he'd done a thousand times before, commands he wrote, commands he knew in his sleep. As he typed, an audible noise could be heard within the testing area; an odd type of barking that echoed through the broad metal chamber. This got the Gazimons' attention, he clicked a few keystrokes more and a monitor overhead activated, flickering a steady red screen that made the trio stop moving. The screen was a constant red color, but there was an intermittent flicker in the light that was almost appealing to even the humans in the booth. Simon took the microphone and placed it in front of him.

“Gazimon. Listen to the sound of my voice.” He said softly, then looked back. He paused as he watched the trio staring endlessly into the pool of red above them. “Nod for me if you can understand me, Gazimon.” He spoke again and instantly all three Digimon nodded their heads once. He turned his head to Darryl and placed his hand over the microphone. “Please tell me the computer is working down there.”

“Yes. It was one of the few things they didn't tear apart.” Darryl explained. “Since they came out of it, I guess they didn't want to risk being sucked back in.”

“Now's your chance! Now's your chance to kill these monsters before they do any more harm!”

“We're not in the business to kill.” Simon said angrily. “These three got in here by accident, I'll just send them back.” He turned back to the microphone. “Gazimon...” He typed in the commands and watched the laboratory computer activate. “I want you to touch the computer monitor over there.” He watched as the three of them looked at the computer in the center of the room. “Can you do that?” He watched as the three of them nodded again and walked toward the table. One by one, the Gazimon touched the screen and vanished in a wave of particles and light that vanished into the computer monitor. The third one went to touch it and paused. “What are you doing, Gazimon? Touch the monitor!”

“But... but I want to have fun.” He objected, his eyes blinking to try and clear the red from them. “What's... happening to me?”

“Listen to me Gazimon!” Simon urged firmly, adjusting the flickering monitor into the Digimon's line of sight again. The flickers on the screen increased and he couldn't help but stare at it. “You want to return to the digital world, you need to.”

“I... need to?” He questioned. “Yeah, I guess those two could get in lots of trouble without me.” He said with a bit of a sleepy look in his eyes. He placed his hand on the monitor like his friends had. “I should head--” His voice cut off as he vanished into the screen as well.

Simon tapped in the command to sever the connection and the screens all went dark in the lab. He leaned back and let out a sigh of relief as Darryl patted him on the shoulder. “Excellent work on that.” He took the moment to look at the man at the door. “You see? This project has a marvelous potential..
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The man maintained a sour expression. He let out a short puff of air from his nose. “I'm sorry, but I don't see where this project is anywhere near where you hope it to be. You barely managed to contain three low level virus Digimon down there. Are you saying you're ready to take on the force of a—what's it called?” He listened as an aide whispered into his ear. “An ultimate leveled? Or even a mega leveled Digimon? You're nowhere close!”

“Sir.” Simon interrupted. “This has been a very intensive project, we are working very hard to keep this world safe from the monsters of the digital world, and I'm nearly to a point where I can crack the code, I might even be able to alter a virus to a vaccine-type Digimon. Give me a week and--”

“I'm afraid not.” The man cut him off. “We have far better things to look at with our resources, medical funding and research, other more potential issues than an impending Digimon invasion. I'm afraid that if there are no significant improvements to this thesis by tomorrow, I'll have to pull your funding.”

“But--”

“This is my final word on this!” He shouted, cutting Simon off abruptly. “I'm sorry.” He added quickly before turning around and being escorted into the lift. The doors closed and a zipping sound zoomed down the metal shaft on the other side.

Simon sighed and put his head on the desk. He felt a hand lay softly on his shoulder. “I'm sorry, Simon.” Darryl sounded genuine, but Simon didn't want to hear it. He remained silent and Darryl's hand fell away. “I guess I'll have to tell our department to start cleaning out, we'll probably be reassigned to another division.” There was still no response, and Darryl began to feel uneasy. He stepped back and forced a smile. “Well, see you around, Simon. I'll let you be alone.”

Simon heard the lift doors open and close, and he looked up to see that the remaining technicians and Darryl had left, leaving him alone in the control booth. He sat back in his chair and stared blankly into his computer monitor. “Three years...” He said aloud. “Three years and it's all led to nothing.” He tapped in a few key commands on the keyboard and watched the data pass in front of his eyes. “We've never been able to control any Digimon higher than a champion level, but why? What was in the data that prevented hypnosis to them? And why can't we re-arrange the raw data of these monsters like any other computer program?” The realization came to him with the sound of a strained inhale as he nearly toppled out of his chair. “OF COURSE!” He roared loudly as he jumped to his feet and bolted to the elevator. It opened and he feverishly struck the key to take him down to the floor. Stepping out, he walked across the room at a quickened pace, ignoring the mess the Gazimon had made, the cleaning service would take care of that later. Right now, he had a new theory to work on and not a moment to lose.

Hours passed as Simon typed into the computer, stranding bits of code together, working to the point that a bead of sweat appeared on his forehead, strands of hair lingered out of his ponytail and swept across his eyes, which he ignored in light of the glowing screen. His wrists were aching by the time he finally decided to give it a break; the code was done, the sequence was ready, but how to summon the right type of Digimon to test this out on? He layered in the commands for the hypno-monitors he dubbed and began the command to summon a Digimon. The numbers flying across the screen meant an entirely different language to him as he returned to his console. He needed to really test this theory; out of all the analysis he and his team had performed, months of long hours, millions of strands of computer code calculated in to the most precise digit, they left out one crucial factor: The biological part of the Digimon. Sure they were bits of data flying about the world at a super fast pace and when destroyed they returned to raw data. But while their data was cohesive, they were no less than sentient animals, and that was the factor he hadn't counted on.

He finished his sequence and sent out a broadcast that would summon a mega evolved Digimon, then a second to force a virus Digimon to respond. It wasn't long before he got his answer:

The computer monitor blinked and gave off a high pitched noise that indicated a Digimon had been found. Simon watched as the screen switched into a green grid pattern that suddenly expanded outward, making him back up. The grid grew in size and the screen seemed to whip out at him as a massive 'dramon emerged from the screen. A sudden burst of air caused Simon to fall back onto the floor as he immediately recognized the Digimon that had slipped from the digital world:

Megidramon was just as massive and exquisite in the flesh as he was as digital data. His crimson red body was accented with white patches of armor along his stomach and shoulders, his wingspan would have been cramped in any other room but this one as he swooped up into the air, then whipped around like a chain. His massive serpentine tail swiping across the table just above Simon and sending his equipment flying across the room.

“WHERE AM I!?! WHAT IS THIS?!” He roared angrily as he tried to make a sharp turn away from a corner, but careened into the wall with his large shoulder. A large metal ring filled the room as the Digimon rolled and swooped back down toward Simon who rolled away quickly. “What have you done human? How have you brought me to this place!?”

“I brought you here, and only I can send you back!” Simon yelled, trying to sound intimidating, but only fooling himself by trembling slightly. “Now, cooperate with me Megidramon or I'll have no choice but to destroy you!”

“Destroy me?? AH HA HA HA!” The dragon rolled in laughter as he dove at Simon who in turn dove out of his way. “You have no idea what you deal with! You did not even prepare yourself for me! Dragon HOWLING!” Simon clapped his hands over his ears, he didn't know what Digimon would come through the portal, but he knew Megidramon quite well from his stats. The room filled with a powerful, ear piecing howl that threw Simon backwards and managed to blast out the windows of the observation booth, but the overall results of Megi's attack didn't break the bunker's shell. “Huh!” Megidramon exclaimed, admiring the overall destruction but uselessness of his howl. “Perhaps you were better prepared than I thought. How about MEGID FL--”

“NO STOOOOP!” Simon cried loudly, causing the dragon to pause his attack.
“What do you mean, stop?” He asked, cocking his head. “Do you think you can contain the mighty Megidramon?”

“No! But you do that and you'll end up destroying both of us! This bunker is made out of heavy layers of metal and concrete. If you burn it down you'll crush me and burn to death in the molten metal!” He spotted his computer control lying on the floor near him and scooted over to it as Megidramon's eyes narrowed.

“Then what do you propose, human?”

“This.” Simon said as he hit a button on his keyboard, causing several monitors to drop down in front of the dragon. Their ember orange/reddish glow filled the room and made Megidramon cringe from the light.

“What is this?” He belted out angrily. “Some human trick?”

“Not a trick.” Simon said, returning to a computer console and typing in a series of his saved commands. “Just think of this as sort of a rehab program for you, Megs.”

The pulses of orange light flickering with the pulses of red light irritated the dragon, who swiped at them, but the screens moved away for a moment, then came back. “I will not be your pet, human! Stop this!” He watched as the monitors danced around him, a persistent, slow circle that made him feel somewhat queasy as the lights and a strange inclusion of sounds began to beat at his mind. “Leave me!” He roared and tried to charge at the screens, but Simon was just barely too fast for him as Megidramon crashed to the floor. He growled and inhaled, Simon could see a flicker of fire and watched Megidramon spit a ball of flame at the screens in front of him. He managed to move one, but the other took the full force of the explosion and dropped from the ceiling, crashing into the floor just at the base of Megi's tail. “You will not have me!”

“Come on, come on...” Simon typed furiously into his computer, their research study proved that Digimon were affected by different combinations of color, light and sound. Depending on the frequency, they could be slowed down, or controlled by certain sequences of each. Most dramons preferred the colors of red and orange, much like the Gazimon earlier, who were affected by red and white. He was feeding in a static sound of blues music, which was lulling the defenses in Megidramon's mind, and judging by is lack of mental intelligence, it shouldn't be long before he was completely in Simon's power.

Megidramon growled and whipped his tail at the wall, in an effort to stop the noises in his mind. He honed in on the speakers hidden and began to whip at them within their concrete confines. His strikes shook the room and Simon dropped to his knees to properly continue his investigation. “Blink, blink, pause, blink, blink, long pause... Orange, red, orange, orange, red... come on what's the combination?” He watched the monitors flash intermittently as they swivelled around Megidramon's head, the sounds of blues, then rock, then classical music blaring through the crashing of the dragon's tail. Suddenly, Megidramon stopped his assault, his tail inches away from an exposed speaker as a loud pop song screamed through the room. Megidramon's eyes shifted and focused on the monitors again, his eyes following them now more obediently than he had seconds ago.

“This?” Simon asked, listening to the song playing. “This is your trigger? I can't say I'm surprised, brainless music for a brainless beast, huh?” He received a low, soft growl as a response as Megidramon continued to watch the monitors. “You know, you're kind of cute when it comes down to sheer body.” He smirked. “I'll be sure to have fun with this one.” He tapped a few keystrokes into his keyboard and activated a code labeled 'cum.exe'

Megidramon gasped audibly, his expression changed from amusement to confusion as he felt a band of code slip into his eyes from the monitors, and his jaw dropped open instantly. He inhaled and exhaled deeply all of a sudden, placing his hands onto his plated chest, then slipping them down his large, muscular torso, which made Simon grin a bit. As Megi's hands approached where his hips were joined, an ebony slip of flesh slipped from beneath his armor and swung practically to the floor, immediately producing a long line of translucent fluid that dribbled onto the floor.

“That's it, isn't it? The code can't be altered on a digital state; your biological triggers have to be flexed too, you have to make yourself want to cum, don't you, Megs?”

“I—NO!” Megidramon roared and his wings shot outward, smashing two more monitors directly through their screens. The monitors hung for a moment on single cables, then fell to the ground as well. “You cannot make me do this! I will not let you!”

Simon compensated by increasing the flashes on the screen and turning up the volume on the music so the decibels could be heard throughout the room. “But look, your digi-cock is dripping, Megidramon.” He said. “Surely you'd like it to release, surely you'd like to cum. Then you can return to the digital world.”

“You would not want to—feel my wrath, human...” Megidramon's voice faded slightly as the screen made itself quite known in his eyes, pulling in close enough to make his head pull back. Another monitor slipped from the ceiling and made itself known in front of Megidramon, the glow becoming more intense.

“He better not destroy any more of those...” Simon said to himself. “I've got the minimum I'm going to need for him now...” He said.

Again, Megidramon's large shaft sprung to life. It twitched somewhat upward, only missing the human's examining face by a few inches as he watched a strange, reddish liquid drip down from it and onto the floor. Megidramon's cum didn't feel hot, in fact, Simon placed a hand on the waiting shaft, and it felt quite cool to his touch. Megidramon reacted immediately at the touch of the human's palm and another pulse of precum coated Simon's hand and part of his lab coat in it. He chuckled a bit. “Pretty sensitive, huh? I like that...” He grinned and pressed his hand into the flesh harder, making Megidramon growl and hiss through the sides of his teeth. Simon looked up at Megi who was busy staring into the brilliantly flashing red and orange lights in front of him, so bright now that they were casting shadows into the wall behind him. He watched Megidramon's eye twitch, his body vibrate slightly, but otherwise he seemed to be quite enthralled with the touches the human provided him.

Placing his pad on the floor, Simon placed both hands on the ebony flesh, getting another pleased growl from Megidramon, a slight hint of drool slipped from his jaw and dripped down his serpentine body. Megs was really getting into this. Simon's hands dropped down somewhat under the armor, he found it almost a shame that serpent cocks weren't completely exposed, but as the shaft began to slicken with his reddening precum, he couldn't help but chuckle. His eyes shifted to each of the dragon's massive claws, which trembled in anticipation he grinned a bit, an idea coming to mind to save him all the hard work.

"Come now. Megidramon." He said. "Don't be shy, you know you're aching for release, you feel it, don't you?"

"N-no..." Megidramon said, his entire form trembling. "I f-feel... nothing..." The tip of his shaft betraying his words as another string of red poured down his flesh and dripped off the base onto the floor. "N-nothing... let me--go..."

"I think a lonely virus like you could just fire off like a volcano, couldn't you?" Simon teased. "You want--no, you need to cum for me."

"Hnnngh..." Megidramon managed to strain his voice as his claws lowered themselves toward his shaft, his claws wrapped around the black member, but couldn't quite grip down, instead the Digimon made use of his palms by pressing them into the flesh as Simon had been doing. "St-stop... this..." He whispered, his flesh occasionally flickering with an odd fiery light as he stroked himself long and slow. The precum became more prominent and the flesh became wetter as the red pulsed with each full pull down of it.

Under his coat, Simon was hard as a rock, enjoying the view as the massive Digimon's chest expanded and contracted, his breathing getting faster and faster as he quickly approached the inevitable ending to this little session. Simon wiped his hands on his coat and picked up the control pad. He watched the digital data flicker across the screen and he input the commands to initiate the cum.exe file. "Pl-lease... ma-aster..."

The word 'master' got Simon's attention, a smile worked its way across his face as he watched the mega leveled virus work himself up, his muscles flexing, his armor expanding and contracting with every writhing twitch he made. His back arched its way inward, the dragon's chest and stomach expanding themselves out toward Simon who didn't move, he just stood there and based in the heavy scent the male Digimon was giving off. His claw tips glided along his member as they slid down toward the base, then he pressed up with his palms. "Nnnggg... RAAAAWWWWWWR!" He tossed his head back, a visible twitch shook his cock and he let out a mighty roar "HUAAAAAARRRRRGHHHHHHHHH!" The powerful blast of sound shook the entire room, the remaining monitors swiveled on their wires, and dropped from the ceiling as rope after rope of luminescent cum ejected from the dragon's tip. Simon grinned as he heard it slap wetly to the metal ground. It really was like a volcano now, erupting several feet again, and again as Megidramon's palms stopped and allowed the pulsations to flow through his fingertips. The seed began dripping from them, stringing across them like a yarn formation.

Suddenly, there was a brilliant flash of white light that emanated from Megidramon. It temporarily blinded Simon, who turned his eyes away from the shockwave that illuminated the entire room. When he could see again, Simon's jaw fell open in shock. Megidramon's cock had fallen limp, though seed still dribbled from it. He was crumpled partly over, still sitting upright and breathing heavily. His cum had covered the floor immediately in front of him, some of it had fallen onto the scientist's jacket who rather ignored and enjoyed the warmth radiating through his sleeve. Looking into Megidramon's eyes, he'd noticed they'd shifted to a bright green color with whites surrounding them. He breathed deeply as he and Simon shared a look.

"Master... what--"

"What in the HELL is going on?" Simon turned to see the V.P. storming into the room, his aides and Darryl following closely behind him. "What is this... this sick perversion?"

Simon looked at Megidramon and smiled. The dragon cocked his head in return and felt an unconscious desire to smile back, which he did. Simon turned around and placed his hands into his pockets. "Gentlemen, we've found our solution; simply feeding them raw data to change wasn't enough. We needed to feed on their biological desires too!"

The V.P. paused, his foot slipping partly in the stream of cum that covered the floor and he stammered coldly. "You you-you mean this is his-his-his...?"

"Yes sir." Simon's response made the other man cringe and pull his foot back in disgust.

He turned a cold eye to Darryl. "You allow this sort of behavior in your facilities, Professor Willis?"

"Mmm...er--he's our top scientific mind and is directly responsible for spearheading this project." Darryl explained. "I'm sure his methods might seem a bit unorthodox but--"

"I want him out of here." He said angrily. "Him and that... creature as well."

"But my method worked sir!" Simon intervened. "He's no longer a virus type Digimon and this method in particular made him vaccine, not just a data type!"

"Hmmph." The man sneered as he turned around and started to walk away, but not before stopping beside Darryl. "He goes. Or everyone does." He said as he continued to walk on.

The sun was going down as Simon walked along the highway, the breeze of cars whipping his hair in the air. The one he drove was a company car after all. This was for the best, his pace had quickened over the last half mile as he came out of sight of the facility; it was for the best after all, using his theories, his colleagues and Darryl would have some solid ground to work with for future research of Digimon defense. But something felt different about this evening, something different other than the fact he had no job anymore.

"Master... please... I need you..."

The voice echoed from all around Simon as he turned around, hearing Megidramon's pleading voice. "Megidramon?" He whispered as a the brilliant light from the sunset overtook him.

No one saw Simon after that, moments later the cars passing no longer saw a man walking along the edge of the highway, for months to come, a man named Simon seemed to fade completely from existence. No one knew who he was, or what he did. Darryl noticed this, he was perhaps the only... or the last man to ever forget who he was. He only knew that wherever Simon was, he was needed there for greater things.
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