Medium story from the artist: It was easy to skulk through the shadows of this place. The few Guardromon that lurched back and forth on their patrol had all the awareness of tinkertoys. The radiant green glow of their visors could be seen from an entire field away, making any kind of security a token effort. The Renamon began to question whether her ability to turn invisible was even needed in this place of perpetual twilight.
In the back of her mind, she also wondered whether Guardromon had cocks, and what it would be like to get pounded by a machine...
She curses herself and hides up against a wall. She'd almost bumped into a marching Hagurumon in her distraction! The Renamon holds her breath as the mindless rookie whirrs on by. Anytime her thoughts wandered, they almost inevitably turned towards the carnal. Had it always been like that? She remembered a bright light, a big, thick, meaty cock... and then not much else! Day by day, it was getting more difficult to remember her old name. It felt strange and unwieldy... a male name on a lady Digimon. Had she already misremembered it?
She catches her paw gravitating down her belly towards that needy expanse. 'No, now is not the time. Focus, Renaslu...uhh, Renamon.' She takes a long, meditative breath before moving on. This place was ideal for her ninja-like sense of infiltration: a decrepit server bathed in perpetual dusk, lightly guarded, and crumbling away byte by byte. The rings of the gate still revolved lazily through the sky, meaning that this portal still lead.... somewhere. It was here that the shadowy contact had arranged the meeting. She claimed to be a part of the resistance group - someone close to the master who had crucial information.
Renamon hadn't realized there was a resistance. That anyone could mount a resistance against the kind of corruption spreading through the Digital World. Everyone thought she was nothing more than another of his hypnotized harem, and she did little to discourage that illusion. It gave her time to plot. Time to explore and research.
There she was! Curled up under an awning of crumbling data was a two-tailed humanoid, so perfectly motionless and hidden that even Renaslut had to be impressed! She approached the hidden figure, ready to compliment her on the ability to blend in when the Renamon realized her contact wasn't hiding - she was sleeping!
". . ." Renamon nudges her with a toe. Feline ears perk up as large paws unfurl from their curled up ball. She yawns and stretches out, revealing herself to be a Bastemon! An Ultimate-level Digimon! That kind of power could surely go a long way for a resistance cobbled together of mostly Rookies and Champions.
"Ohhh, it's you. A... Renamon?" the cat-type Digimon purred. It almost sounded like there was disappointment in her mewling. "Does that surprise you?" "Kind of." Bastemon drew herself to her full height in a graceful, dance-like motion. "I mean, it's not gonna be much fun taking in such a low-level Digimon."
Renamon gasped and drew back. "Taking me in? What do you mean?" "Oh, you know! For the the master! Reprogrammed, or transformed, or... whatever they do. I dunno, I'm just a kitty, mew!"
The horrible sinking feeling Renamon had in her breast momentarily eclipsed her ever-present lust. It was a trap! Of course - nobody would leave a such a strategic location this vulnerable! Ultimate versus Rookie... that wouldn't go well. As she assumed a low, combative crouch, the Renaslut assessed her options. Outclassed. Overpowered. Under-endowed. She struggled to keep her eyes off the Bastemon's ample bust.
"Oh, are we really gonna fight? I kinda don't want to, I mean... I usually win. It's kind of bor-" "Diamond Storm!" A rain of charged particles flew from the Renamon's arms. Bastemon barely flinched, but then, she also hadn't realized that the bulk of the attack had been aimed at her feet. Bytes and debris settled, and the Renaslut had disappeared!
Even in a rush, the flurry of a Renamon's footfalls were near-silent. Like a flickering shadow, her silhouette zigzagged from one crumbling city block to another.She had to get away! Had to disappear. That treacherous ditz would probably shout her secrets from the rooftops! She would be a wanted 'mon.
At just that moment, something snagged her by the scruff. The motion carried her feet out from under her, leaving her hovering mid-air with the realization. "Wha...-??"
A long arm had materialized from the wall, gold bangles chiming as they jostled against one another. A cheshire-cat grin materialized from the brick. "Ooh, you quick ones are always SO much fun! I take it back! Bringing you in is gonna be GREAT!"
Renamon's body was hauled closer, gathered into something like an embrace. Quicker than she could react, an ice-cold piece of technology clapped around her throat. "NO!!!" She screamed and clawed at the smooth collar. The... familiar... collar. The moment it had clamped shut, the seam all but disappeared. The gem-like bauble lit up an unwholesome green color. "You... you FOOL! Traitor! H-how... you didn't... you didn't have one. This can't..."
The beast gave a sinister giggle. "Oh, I'm not mind-controlled. Not to the extent someone like NVeemon is. Or the way you will, be soon. See, master actually trusts me. 'Cause doing his bidding is just sooo much fun!"
Renamon's breaths were getting shallow. Thoughts... getting hard. Hot. So hot! The heat! Couldn't even think straight! Even in the throes of danger, all she could think about was pleasure. White-hot need! And the new whispers growing clearer in her mind that only urged her onwards. "Ungh! Gawd... you sonova... you... nngh!! Haveta paw! So horny... so-!!" "Thaaat's right, little Renaslut. No more thoughts of resistance. No more thoughts at all! Teheheh! Just giiiive in. You know how much you want it."
The Renamo- Renaslut's paws had barely begun to finger herself, to toy with her tits, and already she was sopping wet! She struggled to form any coherent rebuttal, but her eyes had taken on the same iridescent green color that lingered in the first memory since the capture. Green irises... thick cock... and a spiraling crest that she would now wear proudly!
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In the back of her mind, she also wondered whether Guardromon had cocks, and what it would be like to get pounded by a machine...
She curses herself and hides up against a wall. She'd almost bumped into a marching Hagurumon in her distraction! The Renamon holds her breath as the mindless rookie whirrs on by. Anytime her thoughts wandered, they almost inevitably turned towards the carnal. Had it always been like that? She remembered a bright light, a big, thick, meaty cock... and then not much else! Day by day, it was getting more difficult to remember her old name. It felt strange and unwieldy... a male name on a lady Digimon. Had she already misremembered it?
She catches her paw gravitating down her belly towards that needy expanse.
'No, now is not the time. Focus, Renaslu...uhh, Renamon.'
She takes a long, meditative breath before moving on. This place was ideal for her ninja-like sense of infiltration: a decrepit server bathed in perpetual dusk, lightly guarded, and crumbling away byte by byte. The rings of the gate still revolved lazily through the sky, meaning that this portal still lead.... somewhere. It was here that the shadowy contact had arranged the meeting. She claimed to be a part of the resistance group - someone close to the master who had crucial information.
Renamon hadn't realized there was a resistance. That anyone could mount a resistance against the kind of corruption spreading through the Digital World. Everyone thought she was nothing more than another of his hypnotized harem, and she did little to discourage that illusion. It gave her time to plot. Time to explore and research.
There she was! Curled up under an awning of crumbling data was a two-tailed humanoid, so perfectly motionless and hidden that even Renaslut had to be impressed! She approached the hidden figure, ready to compliment her on the ability to blend in when the Renamon realized her contact wasn't hiding - she was sleeping!
". . ."
Renamon nudges her with a toe. Feline ears perk up as large paws unfurl from their curled up ball. She yawns and stretches out, revealing herself to be a Bastemon! An Ultimate-level Digimon! That kind of power could surely go a long way for a resistance cobbled together of mostly Rookies and Champions.
"Ohhh, it's you. A... Renamon?" the cat-type Digimon purred. It almost sounded like there was disappointment in her mewling.
"Does that surprise you?"
"Kind of." Bastemon drew herself to her full height in a graceful, dance-like motion. "I mean, it's not gonna be much fun taking in such a low-level Digimon."
Renamon gasped and drew back. "Taking me in? What do you mean?"
"Oh, you know! For the the master! Reprogrammed, or transformed, or... whatever they do. I dunno, I'm just a kitty, mew!"
The horrible sinking feeling Renamon had in her breast momentarily eclipsed her ever-present lust. It was a trap! Of course - nobody would leave a such a strategic location this vulnerable! Ultimate versus Rookie... that wouldn't go well. As she assumed a low, combative crouch, the Renaslut assessed her options. Outclassed. Overpowered. Under-endowed. She struggled to keep her eyes off the Bastemon's ample bust.
"Oh, are we really gonna fight? I kinda don't want to, I mean... I usually win. It's kind of bor-"
"Diamond Storm!"
A rain of charged particles flew from the Renamon's arms. Bastemon barely flinched, but then, she also hadn't realized that the bulk of the attack had been aimed at her feet. Bytes and debris settled, and the Renaslut had disappeared!
Even in a rush, the flurry of a Renamon's footfalls were near-silent. Like a flickering shadow, her silhouette zigzagged from one crumbling city block to another.She had to get away! Had to disappear. That treacherous ditz would probably shout her secrets from the rooftops! She would be a wanted 'mon.
At just that moment, something snagged her by the scruff. The motion carried her feet out from under her, leaving her hovering mid-air with the realization. "Wha...-??"
A long arm had materialized from the wall, gold bangles chiming as they jostled against one another. A cheshire-cat grin materialized from the brick.
"Ooh, you quick ones are always SO much fun! I take it back! Bringing you in is gonna be GREAT!"
Renamon's body was hauled closer, gathered into something like an embrace. Quicker than she could react, an ice-cold piece of technology clapped around her throat.
"NO!!!" She screamed and clawed at the smooth collar. The... familiar... collar. The moment it had clamped shut, the seam all but disappeared. The gem-like bauble lit up an unwholesome green color. "You... you FOOL! Traitor! H-how... you didn't... you didn't have one. This can't..."
The beast gave a sinister giggle. "Oh, I'm not mind-controlled. Not to the extent someone like NVeemon is. Or the way you will, be soon. See, master actually trusts me. 'Cause doing his bidding is just sooo much fun!"
Renamon's breaths were getting shallow. Thoughts... getting hard. Hot. So hot! The heat! Couldn't even think straight! Even in the throes of danger, all she could think about was pleasure. White-hot need! And the new whispers growing clearer in her mind that only urged her onwards.
"Ungh! Gawd... you sonova... you... nngh!! Haveta paw! So horny... so-!!"
"Thaaat's right, little Renaslut. No more thoughts of resistance. No more thoughts at all! Teheheh! Just giiiive in. You know how much you want it."
The Renamo- Renaslut's paws had barely begun to finger herself, to toy with her tits, and already she was sopping wet! She struggled to form any coherent rebuttal, but her eyes had taken on the same iridescent green color that lingered in the first memory since the capture. Green irises... thick cock... and a spiraling crest that she would now wear proudly!
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