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DigiHell

By: Shalmendo

© 2016

For: Anonymous Client

Agumon gasped as he ran wildly through the trees surrounding him. He was panting, and he was tired. But he couldn't stop. He was being pursued. Pursued by something he couldn't identify and had never seen before. Behind him the normally peaceful landscape of the digital world was being disrupted on a major scale, the trees beginning to flicker while bushes started to twist and transform into unrecognizable shapes. The very ground was losing its cohesion and flickering into an empty wireframe behind his rapidly plodding feet. Agumon didn't care what it was, only that it was probably dangerous and he didn't want to get caught up in it. Even the sky was going askew where the strange effect was taking place, it looked like the sky was part of a hall of mirrors as the images of trees and other vegetation skewed across the sky in infinitely repeating patterns, displaying some kind of chaos that was eating up the landscape behind him as he ran.

He had no time to be concerned with this, however, as survival was his primary worry at the moment. His lungs felt like they were on fire as he forced himself forward and away from the strange effects eating up the land. His legs burned, his chest burned, all of him was approaching the peak of exhaustion as he desperately pushed ahead. His only fuel now was desperation and adrenaline as he panted his way through bushes and between trees, looking up as the trees he had just passed started to flicker and jitter. It was catching up to him.

The fear he thought he was already the most fear he had ever experienced suddenly rose further than he thought possible as a bush skewed into a wireframe mess right next to him, and he felt the ground losing it's solidity. Right where his foot had just landed it flickered into a wireframe, forcing him to pick up his pace. He wasn't going to make it. He had nowhere to go in the beginning, but he had hoped he could make it somewhere relatively safe. Except the way the entire landscape was transforming around him into flickering wireframes and skewed hall of mirror effects showed him that there was nowhere safe, and the entirety of the digiworld was at risk. He had to warn someone. But he never got a chance.

The ground turned into a wireframe right beneath him, producing an ugly skewed visual glitch of underbrush and even his own foot. His foot landed on nothing, and kept going. He literally dropped into the ground, reaching out with his hand to grab onto the dirt that was still solid and tried to climb out. The ground started flickering under his hands. A moment later it too had turned into a wireframe. Agumon grasped desperately at a bush, pulling himself along towards it, then at a tree, trying to regain some footing. Despite his struggles, he had no chance.

Everything he could grasp was turning into a bodiless wireframe, and he started falling. He fell right into the midst of the skewing graphics and transmogrifying wireframes. Above he could see the remnants of the land he was in, ascending into the distance as he fell into some kind of pit made up of stretched graphic glitches that swirled into a kind of whirlpool. A moment later he dispersed into raw data which was drawn into the bottom of the whirlpool of glitches.

Agumon suddenly landed on a carpet with an 'oof' on his belly. He squinched an eye open to look around and pushed himself up off the floor. Around him was a perfectly ordinary looking game room of sorts. And as he sat there looking around, he could see a dart board, a stack of board games, a stacked with various cards from different card games, a chess set, a mini-bowling set in the corner, and various other things that made for a rather ordinary looking room. He stood up and looked around the room further, finding that it was filled with all sorts of games, many he hadn't heard of, but some he had. There were even coloring books and books full of drawing games like finding hidden pictures or connecting dots. He scratched his head, and walked over to the door to open it and find out more about where he was.

He had almost touched the doorknob when it slammed open and sent him flying back into a stack of books, which went flying in turn.

"Heeeey I gots me a guest!" Shouted the loud digimon with a wry grin. "Well well you got bit by that virus eh? Can't say I'm surprised! A little squirt like yous got nothing on a big bad virus like that!"

Agumon sat up in the book pile and shoved them off his face and head, seeing Impmon was grinning at him while holding a board game box. Impmon smirked down at the confused Agumon.

"Okay yeah you don't got a clue, huh?" Impmon set the box down on the table and took the top off, it bore an image of Agumon on the cover, curiously.

"So here's da ting here... you're dead. Yeah, kicked the bucket and bought the ranch and all dat sorta stuffs. So yous gots time on your hands now. Big time. Hours and hours and, you know what I mean. So why don't we pass all dat time wit a game, huh?"

Agumon blinked some more, then got up out of the pile of books and walked over to look at what Impmon was doing. He was taking a folded board out of the box and placing it on the table. It had a winding path going across it with various spaces on which either pictures of Impmon laughing or Agumon crying were displayed. He wondered about those, curious about their meaning. Impmon dug in the box some more then turned to look at Agumon.

"So hey, you nothin' to say? Cat got your tongue?" He laughed. "C'mon you may be dead but you can still talk, can't ya?"

Agumon frowned, "Yeah but...what's going on?"

Impmon smirked, "I just told ya. You're dead and we got nothin' else ta do but play games. I mean, unless you wanna sit around going 'oh no i ain't dead, i'm alive and talking'"

Agumon looked around, "Well I don't know how I got here, but I don't think I'm dead..."

Impmon rolled his eyes, "Yeah see, everyone says dat. I said dat, too. But what's da last ting ya remember, huh?"

Agumon considered this briefly, "I was running from something that was breaking down the digiworld..."

Impmon interrupted, "And ya fell down into this pit of swirly glitchiness right?"

Agumon tilted his head, "Yeah...."

Impmon snapped his fingers, "And bammo, you're dead. Bye bye Agumon and bye bye Digiworld. Dat simple. And like I says, you got nuttin better ta do then play some games."

Agumon went to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. Impmon went over and grabbed his arm and pulled him back to the table where the game was almost set up.

"Look, do yerself a favor and get used to it already. It'll save you lots of hassle and time and all of dat stuff. Besides, dis here game is about you anyways."

Agumon resisted a bit, trying to get back to the door but looked at the board game where Impmon was putting down some dice.

"Am I really dead?"

Impmon grumbled, "Ain't I been sayin so dinoface? C'mon you were running from somethin, and you get sucked in and now you're here right?"

Agumon wasn't sure. This was Impmon, and he was a Devil style Digimon, and now one known for honesty, but it seemed to add up.

"Well....what's the game about, then?"

Impmon grinned, fangs glinting, "It's all about yous! But ah...we got a little problem, some knucklehead went and lost the Agumon game piece, so...that kinda means we can't play. Except I got a little plan for dat!"

Agumon looked up at Impmon curiously, "Oh? What?"

Impmon grinned further, "we'll just replace it with a different Agumon...like...you! Baboom!" he lit up a fireball on his finger and slammed it into Agumon much to his surprise. Agumon gasped and flailed, then felt himself drop. After a moment he sat up and realized he was still in the same room except Impmon was towering over him.

"Dere ya go! Picture perfect Agumon game piece right here!"

Impmon reached down and grabbed the stunned Agumon, lifting him up in an elevator like ride onto the table and plopped him down on the part of the game board labelled' start'. He stumbled and fell over, a little dizzy and still a bit stunned. Impmon laughed.

"Ha, don't you look cute! Now don't slouch, you gotta look good for your game." Impmon tugged Agumon back up into a standing position. "Now den! Dis here game has some rules...but a nice prize if ya win! So it works like dis, you rolls the dice over here, and you move the number of spaces they come up wit. And you're probably wondering about those two spaces. I'll tell you about dose when you gets to one." Impmon shoved the dice over to the surprised Agumon. "So here you go squirt. Give those a roll. Oh and hey, I forgot ta mention...if you win dis game...you get to go back to the digiworld and everything like nuttin' happened."

Agumon cowered on the start position, scared of the now gigantic Impmon that was grinning down at him sardonically. Impmon got impatient after a minute and poked the little Agumon, "g'wan, throw the darn dice already! C'mon squirt! You wanna win a second chance or not?"

Impmon sighed, starting to get bored, "Fine! We'll just up the ante, den!" Another fireball was lit and slapped down on the little Agumon, causing him to reel and stumble slightly. A moment later he noticed he was wearing a costume. Impmon laughed, "Oh boy! Dats perfect!" Agumon looked down at himself and was shocked to discover that he was in some kind of rubbery pajama suit. His eyed widened as he saw the rubber was pink and yellow and his hands were covered in a mocking bubble paw design with pointless rubbery cones for claws. Further down her could see on his chest was the word 'roar' in a pink and girly cursive with glittery coating. To the side, he noticed his tail was also covered in pink rubber and had a fluffy red bow tied to it. He gasped at this humiliating outfit and covered his face as he heard Impmon laughing overhead.

"Hee hee hee, you're so adorable! Ha!" Impmon prodded him again, producing an audible silly squeak from the puffy outfit and more laughter from Impmon. "Now give those dice a toss, squirt, and we can get this here show on the road!"

Agumon grumbled but thought that perhaps he could win his life back and get out of here and away from this nasty Impmon. He clumsily picked up a die as best he could with the rubbery bubble paws covering his own, and heaved it forwards. It bounced once, tumbled, bounced again, and tumbled once more before coming to a thumping halt. Impmon tsked overhead, "You call that a throw? I could throw better than that with my little finger! And you only rolled a one!" Impmon snickered, "Not a promsin' start there, squirt." Agumon fumed inside but grabbed the other die and gave it a similar heave. The die bounced and rolled like the first one, which is to say, hardly at all. Impmon rolled his eyes, "Okay you rolled a six there. So that gets ya seven spaces! G'wan!"

Agumon hesitated but Impmon poked him from behind. He stumbled forward onto the first blank space, then made his way down the path across another six spaces, his rubber suit squeaking with every step. Above, Impmon was covering his mouth and giggling profusely at the cute squeaks Agumon made as he crossed each tile. Agumon grumbled, then looked down to see he was standing on a tile marked with Impmon's laughing face. Above, Impmon grinned, "Okay Agumon, it's time to play a game! These here spaces with my beautiful mug on 'em are CHALLENGE spaces. Meaning you gets da do some kinna challenge to prove yerself worthy like."

Impmon pulled a card from a neatly stacked set in a narrow box, "And da challenge iiiiis... Oooh, I think you'll love this one, hee hee!" He plugged the card into a slot on the board next to the end space. It towered easily for Agumon to see, reading 'Sock it to you'. Agumon said "huh?" before the tile he was on suddenly hinged open and dropped him through the floor of the game board into darkness, with a surprised yelp.

Agumon landed on his face on a wooden surface and laid in silence for a brief moment before a series of bright lights came on and he heard an audience clapping, realizing he was laying on a stage of some kind. Impmon came out from behind a curtain, now a more regular size compared to Agumon, dressed in a suit that reminded him of a game show host with a microphone. Impmon grinned at him sharply before turning to the barely visible audience, waving his arms for them to quiet down. Once the applause died down Impmon introduced the audience to what was going on,

"Hey folks! Hee hee, we got us a real dinger of a game for Agumon today!"

The audience cheered briefly. Agumon got up, still in the humiliating pink dino suit and feeling very self conscious. Impmon continued,

"This challenge is called Sock it to you, and Agumon is gonna get it good! Heheheheh. Now, what's we got here is a big curtain and behind that...."

The curtains slid open behind Agumon right on cue, releasing a waft of cheesy scent that made him cover his nose. He turned around and saw a large pair of socks protruding from behind a second curtain. Impmon continued,

"A biiiiiig pair of stinky socks! Let's see the clock!" Impmon giggled as a giant analog clock slid down from above the stage.

"Okay Augmon, your challenge is to take the socks off those big feet! You can take as looong as you like, EXCEPT!" Augmon cackled a bit, "They get stinkier every MINUTE until you get them both off!"

The clock did a full circle to demonstrate that it would perform a full circle each minute. The audience burst into laughter as the lights died down a bit and a spotlight came on, shining right on Augmon who was still covering his nose, eyes widening.

"What? That's not a game! That's! Uh...mean!"

Impmon grinned, "it IS ain't it? START THE CLOCK!" He shouted, jumping into the air with enthusiasm. Music started to play, punctuated by a wood block being used to simulate a 'tick tock' type noise. Agumon stammered a bit as he stood there trying to figure out what to even do. Impmon was giggling,

"Hurry up Agumon! Those feet are gonna get really smelly in a minute! Literally! Hahahaha!"

Agumon glanced up to the clock, seeing it was already rapidly approaching the end of the first minute. The audience was laughing profusely at his confusion. And he finally approached the first sock, wrinkling his muzzle at the scent. With the big puffy dino paws on top of his he had a hard time gripping onto the musky material. He grunted as he helplessly struggled to tug and loosen the material, much to the amusement of both Impmon and the audience, producing laughter from both along with comical honking noises from his suit. Agumon blushed heavily as he struggled, then heard a loud buzzing noise. Impmon jumped up and down in excitement,

"That there is the FIRST minute!" He shouted gleefully.

Right on cue a big red light on top of the clock started flashing, and Agumon found his senses assaulted by an increase in the odor emanating from the sock fabric he was struggling with. He gagged and coughed a little bit, eliciting more laughter and clapping from the audience off stage. Impmon cackled a bit more,

"Can he do it? Or are we going to have call in the hazmat squad soon??"

Agumon growled quietly and bit into the fabric for a better grip. His teeth were uninhibited and grabbed into the material easily, giving him the edge he needed to start moving the material off that foot. Impmon made a face, sticking out his tongue,

"Oh EWW! Haha! That's gotta taste baaaaaaad!"

Agumon growled quietly to himself as he tried to focus on finishing the task, keeping his life in the digiworld in mind and the promise of returning to it. He heard another loud buzz, and the light over the clock flashed again. "Oh no." was all he could think before the fabric suddenly started tasting somewhat rancid and the scent got even stronger. He mentally reeled as he gagged a bit more, squinching his eyes shut and working harder to get that first sock off, thinking that the clock was going too fast. It surely couldn't have been a minute already!

Impmon laughed,

"That's TWO minutes! I wonder how much stench it takes to kill an Agumon...Oh wait he can't die, he's already DEAD!!!"

The audience burst into hysterical laughter at the bad joke, and Augmon suddenly fell flat on his back with the powerfully scented sock on top of him. The audience clapped, and Agumon felt somewhat vindicated, then remembered, there was another sock to remove. He sighed and turned to that one, using the same tactic as before, gripping the fabric with his teeth. He heard another buzz and winced, nearly being physically repelled by the new stronger scent...the flavor in his mouth was starting to taste like rancid vinegar. He growled as he focused his effort and ran the sock off the foot, tumbling with the force as it popped free and ended up wrapped up in the rancid sock. A bell sounded to signal the end of the challenge and the music ended.

The audience clapped profusely at the performance and Impmon snerked,

"Wow he only took THREE Minutes? What is that, a new record? No? It's not? Ha! Looks like you win this challenge this time, but we got plenty more ahead of yous!"

The sounds faded and Agumon struggled his way out from under the nasty sock, tumbling out onto the game board again, right where he had been, on the challenge tile. He lay there and panted. Overhead Impmon snerked,

"You won that one squirt, but we got a whole deck of these things to get through!" Impmon snickered and dropped the dice next to the tired Agumon, who started to wonder if it was worth it...

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Impmon stared down at the sprawled Agumon, tail twitching in annoyance at the growing boredom, "C'mon toss the dice already!"

Agumon pushed himself back onto his feet with a couple of squeaks from the suit, "Why??"

Impmon smirked, "Becaaaause you gots two choices. You can either play the game, get to the finish and go back to the digi world..ooor....you can stand around in that adooorable suit at that size FOREVER." Impmon snickered, "I dunno about you but I wouldn't wanna stand around in a little suit like that for eternity. Besides, I get to taunt ya until you win!"

Agumon considered this, and winced as he thought about staying in the ridiculous pink suit with a giant Impmon poking and making fun of him, for the foreseeable future. He grumbled as he got up and looked at the big dice, giving each a heave like before, grunting with effort as he tried to make sure they rolled and bounced more than once this time so he had a better chance at higher numbers to get through it more quickly. The dice rolled, bounced, and Impmon leaned down to read them with a smirk.

"Lucky you, you got 8." Impmon sat back in his chair, "G'wan already."

Agumon proceeded the requisite 8 squares, landing on a blank tile much to his relief. Impmon tapped his fingers on the board and rolled his eyes with a sigh. Reaching over, he grabbed the dice and planted them next to Agumon, "Lucky little twirp."

Agumon couldn't help but smile at the small fortune he just received and gave the dice another energetic toss. Once again they bounced and rolled, and Impmon read out the results, "heh, THREE. Eat it." he smirked and poked Agumon with a finger.

Agumon grumped a bit as he squeaked his way across the three tiles, landing on the new tile he hadn't seen before, with his face crying on it. He stood there, concerned, looking down at the image of his face with tears coming out of it. Impmon grinned, "Uh-oh, someone landed on a HUMILIATION Space!"

Agumon didn't want to ask, but did anyway, "What does that me-"

He was cut off suddenly as the floor hinged open and he yelped as he fell into the blackness beneath.

He landed on a hard surface, on his back, finding himself staring up at a distant ceiling with a fluorescent light buzzing in it. He blinked, sat up, and looked around to find himself on a tile in an institutional looking hallway, still the size of a game piece. Suddenly a bell rang loudly and the door in front of him, labelled 'Locker Room' slammed open revealing a crowd of sweaty and dusty digimon that must have been engaged in some kind of physical group activity. Without warning they jogged out as a massive group and headed right towards Agumon. He gasped and struggled to his feet to run down the hallway, away from the tromping crowd of large feet and claws.

All of the towering Digimon looked like they were in football uniforms, but were bare foot. Agumon didn't care much about this as he tried to find an escape. A nearby vent looked rather promising but as he gazed at the safety it probably would afford he was slammed into the floor by a musky and sweaty bare sole. He couldn't see who it was save for the fact the foot was yellow with claws on it. He pushed himself up off the floor to get slammed under a furry white sole with pink pads, also heavily scented, making him gag. He yelled at them to stop, but apparently they either didn't know he was there, or didn't care. Regardless, another sole slammed down on him, metallic and red with silver claws. On Top of the slamming and thundering steps he could hear conversation, laughter, and other vocalizations that sounded excited. He didn't have any time to consider this as another foot slammed down onto him, nearly flattening him into the tiling, blue with an accompanying scent that made his eyes water. He tried to crawl to the vent but he continued to be stepped upon, only managing to inch closer over a few minutes. The surrounding air was rancid with the scent of sweaty and musky feet, a combination of vinegar, sweat, and dirt, completely unforgiving. It looked like he was about to get a reprieve from the stomping until a foot from probably the last digimon in the group kicked him forward past several sets of feet.

Agumon rolled, bounced and landed on his back, staring up at the towering Digimon surrounding him, but a yellow foot with claws descended on him again, bringing with it the stench of intense exercise. It smushed on him soundly, forcing his muzzle into the fine scales with increasing pressure as the careless Digimon above took yet another casual and absentminded step on his way to wherever the group was headed. Musk and sweat were forced into Agumon's mouth, making him gag. He would flail if he had enough freedom of movement to do so, but was soundly trapped under the foot while the owner shifted above. Soon he was given a reprieve as the foot lifted and he was able to get some fresh air. He quickly rolled to avoid more feet he thought might be headed for him.

Thankfully the group appeared to have moved on ahead as he lay there covered in dirt and musk, panting for fresh air he couldn't get and crawling toward that vent slowly. It must have been over, but he felt another foot slap down ontop of him with an accompanying laugh, "Oh, look where my game piece went!"

He groaned and looked up between the white claws to see the towering purple Impmon grinning down at him, having caught him underfoot. Agumon growled, frustrated then the floor opened again, sending him dropping onto his face onto the game board on top of the humiliation space he had stopped on.

Impmon was cackling, "You shoulda seen yer face!"

Agumon shook himself out and stood up, squeaking, folding his arms and glaring up at the delighted Impmon. Like before Impmon dropped the dice next to him, "Hey don't look at me like that! You're three biiig steps closer to the goal. Heheheh."

Agumon was frustrated and displayed this by kicking each die, letting out some of his built up

frustration on them. This resulted in the dice rolling nicely for once.

Impmon yawned, "Five. G'wan."

Agumon took his five steps, grumbling quietly to himself, landing on another challenge space. Impmon's eyes lit up at this, "Ohoh, a challenge space! Yeah!" and reached over to grab a card, squinting at it gleefully. "Hee, this one really stinks!" Impmon plugged the card into the holder.

Agumon looked up to see the card, reading 'Guess Who?' He wasn't given a moment to consider what that might mean before the tile opened and dropped him down into a new space. As usual, he landed on his face, and it seemed to be another stage setup as Impmon strode out with a microphone, "Hey folks we're back again!" The audience cheered in front of the stage as three walls rose up around Agumon.

"This time we got another fun game for y'all! I'm sure Agumon is gonna LOVE this one, heeheehee! It's called 'Guess who!'." A sign dropped down from the top of the stage bearing this moniker, "And, the goal is to guess which Digimon this is!"

Agumon was about to ask something but was rudely interrupted by an oversized foot stomping down on top of him and catching him firmly beneath it. Both he and his rubber suit squeaked, causing laughter from the audience. Agumon struggled for a moment before the scent of the foot hit him and made him gag, producing more laughter from the amused audience. Impmon continued gleefully,

"Here are the rules! Guess wrong and the foot gets SMELLIER. Guess right and you get a point! I'm sure even a little squirt like you can handle that. Oh yeah, and if you wanna win, you gotta guess right THREE times!" A board bearing a counter slide out from the right side of the stage showing a starting total of zero correct guesses. "So how about it, 'contestant', who's foot do you think that is??"

Agumon struggled, grumbling, but was not in much of a position to see any details except maybe the claws of the foot extending in front of him. He thought hard, worried if he made a wrong guess the foot would get too smelly for him. Impmon tapped his foot impatiently,

"Well? How about it squirt?" Agumon didn't reply and Impmon was getting impatient, "Fine, We'll have to spice it up, then!"

Impmon reached off stage and pulled out a timer on a stand, "Let's get things going with a little timeliness! That foot will get smellier every minute like in the last time, whether you make any guesses or not!"

The timer started, accompanied by a variation of the music from the last challenge, but still with the tick-tock effect of the wood block to add a sense of urgency. Agumon struggled a bit more but he was firmly pinned and had no choice at this point. He looked back at the claws...whichever Digimon it was, had claws...so that eliminated a few possibilities. The color of the claws was a kind of ivory, so that narrowed it down too. "I..uff...I don't know...Bearmon??"

A buzzer sounded and the audience laughed, Impmon sneered, "noooooo. Wrong! Smell it up!" He pulled on a cord that dropped down from above and a cloud was sprayed onto Agumon and the foot he was trying to guess about. This made the foot smellier on top of the struggling Agumon and he coughed and gagged, Impmon looked thoughtful,

"Ya know..we COUUUULD reset this timer every time you make a guess....but that would be too easy!" The buzzer sounded as the timer hit it's first minute, "Ah well! Smell it up again! Hee hee hee!" He yanked the cord, resulting in another cloud. The foot got smellier than before on top of Agumon, and was starting to turn rancid as Agumon gagged, his eyes starting to water. At this point he was becoming suppressed by the stench, finding every breath tainted with the vinegar like scent. He gagged and coughed out, "Augh, Gabomon!" He waited with bated breath to see if he was right.

Impmon hmmed and tapped his foot thoughtfully, "ehh...naw! Doesn't look like a Gabomon to me! Smell it up some more!" He yanked the cord once again, resulting in another cloud. Agumon gagged profusely, coughing and blinking his watering eyes. He wasn't sure how much worse it could get, but based on his previous experience he was sure that it could. He couldn't imagine how, but he was sure it could, and would if he didn't hurry up and guess right. He knew the end of the next minute was approaching, "Uuuuugh, is it V-Dramon?"

Impmon was quiet for a moment, and smirked, "Yeah actually...lucky guess." The audience booed slightly as the foot withdrew. "Yeah fine, you got that one....but you got TWO MORE to go!"

Another foot dropped down into the space and on top of Agumon with another squeak, and amused chuckled from the audience. Impmon gestured, "So you got that first one, but you still gotta guess this one too! So watcha think?"

The music started again and Agumon grumbled as he wiggled, trying to see more of the foot if he could, but he was too firmly pinned, and things were feeling rather unfair. Again, he got a glimpse of claws, black this time. So, it had to be a Digimon with black claws..he racked his brain, feeling rushed by the timer he knew was ticking towards another cloud. "Gazimon!" he shouted out.

Impmon shook his head, "noooope!" and laughed as he jumped up to tug the cord again. The cloud descended and the scent grew from mild, to moderate, making Agumon wrinkle his muzzle, while the audience laughed. "Try again, squirt!" Impmon snickered. Agumon sighed and tried to come up with another guess quickly before the timer ran out, "What about...uhm....Tailmon?" He was trying to be smart and out think Impmon, but turned out to be a failure in that area.

Impmon smirked "Really? Are you that dumb? Ha, Wrong!" He tugged the cord again with a laugh. The audience laughed with Impmon as another cloud made the foot sweatier and stenchier, Agumon whimpered under the intense scent making his eyes water again. Impmon rolled his eyes, "And here I was thinking you'd put up a good fight in this challenge...c'mon!"

Agumon growled out, "Leomon!"

Impmon rolled his eyes and pulled the cord, "Wrooooong, again!" The scent was becoming rancid, vinegary and rich with sweat as Agumon coughed. The buzzer sounded and Impmon tugged the cord once more, increasing the scent to the point that Agumon's eyes were starting to burn as he struggled beneath that sole. The audience snickered audibly. Impmon laughed, "oooh that timer got ya good! heheheheh."

Agumon growled, this was becoming irritating and humiliating, as well as badly scented. He snorted at the horrible scent, shouting "Galgomon!"

Impmon sighed as a bell rang, "Fine ya got that one too....Let's see if you can guess this last one then!" The foot withdrew, taking the scent with it, although Agumon's suit was starting to smell like vinegary feet stench by itself by this point, "Could I take a brea-..." He was cut off by another foot stomping down on him firmly, forcing the air out of his lungs. Impmon snickered, "What was that? Couldn't hear ya!" The audience chortled. Impmon continued, "Okay on to the next foot! Guess Who!" The clock and music started again and Agumon sighed, he had to get better at this, then again, this was the last foot so he wouldn't suffer too much more, even if he kept being wrong. He grunted as he struggled for a view, looking up, and about as best as he could...yellow fur, black claws....he tried to think...he knew the foot would get smellier each minute, but worse quicker if he guessed wrong. He had to take advantage of the rules and mentally sifted through all the Digimon he knew of with yellow foot fur and black claws.

The buzzer sounded as the minute passed, Impmon smirked and yanked the cord, "You've wasted a minute, squirt. Smell it up!" The cloud descended and the foot's scent increased as before. Agumon was starting to get used to it, but only slightly...he coughed and squirmed, thinking hard. "Uuuuungh, is it Mihiramon?" The buzzer sounded again and Impmon tugged on the cord, releasing another cloud. 'Crap,' Agumon thought to himself, coughing as this new foot started to get a little rancid. He forced himself to focus as much as possible.

Yellow fur, black claws...yellow fur, black claws..."Renamon??" he shouted out desperately, not wanting the stench to get worse than it already was. The bell sounded, indicating he had made a correct guess. Impmon grumbled, "Well, you keep gettin' lucky. Yeah it was Renamon." The foot ascended, leaving Agumon sprawled on the floor. The audience booed a little, obviously disappointed with Augmon's win, then the lights went out and a spring rocketed Agumon upwards. He popped out of the tile and into the air. The tile clacked shut and he landed on it, shaking himself out, but still smelling lingering remnants of the stenchy feet he had been trapped under. Impmon smirked down at the Agumon,

"Okay you know the drill, squirt, get rollin'" Impmon moved the dice back up next to the Agumon and folded his arms.

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Augmon did indeed know the drill and gave each dice a hefty, but slippery, throw, thanks to the puffy paws on the costume he was wearing. It was always very difficult to get a grip on anything with them. As before, the dice bounced and rolled slightly, making Impmon roll his eyes at the weakness of the throw. Agumon huffed a bit with the effort, wanting to make better rolls so he could get through this 'game' quicker, and with hopefully less humiliation and challenge spaces.

Impmon leaned down, squinting at the dice. "Mmh, you rolled an even five this time, heh." Agumon wondered if he could just sit like this with nothing happening. It would certainly lend itself towards nothing happening, which might be better than getting involved in all of these humiliating challenges and so forth. Impmon watched Agumon standing there idly and smirked, "Five spaces squirt!"

Impmon reached down and pinched the thoughtful Augmon between his fingers, forcing a squeak from both the Digimon and the rubbery suit he was wearing. "Ooooone." Impmon called out, bapping Agumon against the next tile, face down. Agumon oofed, wishing he'd just taken the steps instead. "Twooooo" Impmon bapped Agumon's face down against the next tile, which happened to be a humiliation space. He felt a moment of relief, knowing he was skipping at least that space. Agumon flailed as he was lifted again, then slammed down onto the next blank space, as Impmon tauntingly called out "threeeee" snickering as Augmon visibly flailed and audibly groaned at the treatment. Augmon was lifted again, and slammed into the following tile, "Fooooour!" Impmon laughed a little bit, enjoying handling the 'game piece' and watching Augmon flail and grunt as he got pushed down onto the board. "Hey maybe next time you'll walk the steps instead! Oh and, FIVE!" He dropped Agumon right on his face, literally. It was another humiliation space. Augmon groaned both from being dropped and seeing his crying face on the tile.

Impmon snickered, "Humiliation! Woo!" the tile hinged open, and Agumon yelped into the darkness below. He found himself landing a cubical space with a small hole in the bottom. He pushed himself up onto his knees and looked around curiously. Impmon's voice sounded from some indiscernible location, "Hey Agumon, you like balloons?"

Before Agumon could reply a pink shape started to rise out of the hole and began inflating into a roughly egg shape, than spherical, obviously it was a balloon, with 'rawr' written on it in glittery letters. He stared at it as it began to inflate more quickly and began to gradually fill the limited space inside the cube. Impmon's voice snickered, "You're gonna get smushed by a big pink girlie balloon there squirt....unlesss...." Impmon paused.

Agumon backed away to the wall behind him, looking up as the balloon inflated further, starting to make the open area a bit of a squeeze to get around in. Impmon stayed silent as Agumon looks around in the cube area, starting to feel trapped. "Unless what?!!" Agumon shouted, pushing at the balloon, trying to conserve some space for himself.

Impmon didn't reply for a couple more seconds until he snickered, "Oh I was just thinking about whether I should tell you or not...Maybe you could spend eternity in dere"

Agumon grunted as the balloon pushed back at him. He tried punching it, but it was too thick, and he didn't have the use of his claws at the moment. Then he remembered about the sock challenge and tried to bite at the balloon. He struggled and grunted as he tried to get his mouth into a good position to puncture the membrane. The balloon kept enlarging as he twisted and turned his head, trying to get an angle, but the surface wasn't curved enough and it was like trying to bite a wall. Agumon struggled further, pushing and maneuvering at the rubber to try and get it into a biting angle or position, but he couldn't get a good grip on it to do so.

Agumon shouted, "Tell me!" As the balloon was starting to push him against the wall. Impmon snickered, "Heh, well you obviously can't see that pin in the ceiling up dere...You know, the special kind that'll pop that balloon for yas?"

He could hear Impmon laughing around him a she peered up at the ceiling and saw a large needle, like a javelin, attached to the top of the space and flat with the wall so it wouldn't pop the balloon on it's own. Impmon snickered, "think you can get up dere?"

Agumon growled, intent on getting to that needle and proving that Impmon couldn't humiliate him this way. So he struggled and stopped pushing back against the balloon so he could start trying to climb it. His puffy covered hands were useless and the rubber on his suit was a bit slick against the rubber of the balloon so it was a bit slidey. Agumon grunted as he struggled against the balloon. It was still expanding at a steady rate and he was almost out of room to maneuver. As the balloon started to shove him against the wall he had an idea and slid his way to the corner of the room where that was just a bit more room that the balloon would have to really expand to fill.

The balloons was probably going to fill it at some point but this gave him so respite while he tried to figure out how to maneuver upwards. He was sliding too much against the balloon to get a purchase on it, but he realized the wall wasn't rubber and he had friction against it. As the balloon threatened to fill the corner he turned and braced himself against the two meeting walls and started hiking himself upwards in a jerky bouncy motion.

Agumon grunted with the effort, but found he was making progress against the steady progression against the balloon, starting to work his way up towards the upper curve where it would be easier to climb up to the ceiling for the needle. As he continued, the balloon was closing off the spaces he had just been occupying. He growled with effort as he made his way up further, it he's going to make it, it will be close.

Scrambling up further, he felt the beginnings of the balloon's upper curve, seeing how close it was to the ceiling. If he could get up there, he should have no trouble reaching the needle and popping the balloon with it. Agumon growled as he inched his way up, grabbing at the balloon's curve where there was more space, grappling wildly to get himself up on top of that surface. He finally broke free of the balloons force against him.

He gasped as he broke free of the balloon's trapping force and rapidly squeaked and slid his way up to the ceiling as quickly as he could. Here the rubber on rubber effect caused him some mild trouble as he had difficulty getting his movement going with the slippage. He scrambled, slipping his way closer to the top of the balloon as he fell onto his face. This proved useful as it increased his contact area with the expanding rubber and allowed him a little bit of traction. He inched his way closer, seeing the needle starting to be within reach, grunting as he reached out for it.

He was able to brush the floppy conical plush claws against the needle as he inched a bit closer, but the lack of traction really gave him trouble as his hand kept slipping, unable to get a grip on it. He inched even closer, trying again, starting to see the ceiling getting dangerously close. If he didn't hurry he wouldn't be able to pull the needle down or have the room to maneuver the tip against the rubber with enough angle to penetrate it.

He used the ceiling for more traction, pulling himself hand over hand towards the needle further across the balloon, like a mechanic crawling out from under a car. Finally he got his puffy mitten hands around the needle enough to tug it free from the ceiling. He grunted in victory as he pulled the needle to his chest and started turning it around to get it at the balloon. His victory was short lived as he find his head being pushed into the balloon firmly by the ceiling. A moment later the balloon was surrounding him as it engulfed the entire ceiling, and him with it. He could only "mmmmph!" in exasperation as he desperately tried to get the needle into a position to pierce it.

Agumon had no more room to maneuver, spread-eagle against the ceiling directly and unable to do more than wiggle his limbs helplessly. He growled, the needle still in his hands. He was so close, he had the needle -in his hands- but was unable to use it. He could hear Impmon cackling, muffled through the rubber. A moment later there was a massive explosion as the balloon popped. He felt the explosive energy slam into him as the balloon ripped on it's own due to filling the space too far and gaining too much pressure. Surprisingly he was sent flying as the rubber snapped against him, smack into the humiliation tile he had landed on.

Agumon landed face first as he oofed loudly, sprawled on the tile, hearing Impmon laughing so hard he was gasping for air. Agumon blushed deeply, curling up a little bit as he listened to Impmon's mirth. He looked up to find that he couldn't see Impmon everywhere. A few moments later Impmon rose up from the edge, apparently having fallen out of his chair in laughter, and was wiping a tear from his eye.

"That has to be the funniest thing I've ever seen!" Impmon gasped, starting to regain his composure, "Your face! YOUR FACE!" He laughed again and then shook himself out, trying to breathe properly, "Aw man, I shoulda taken a picture, that was great!" Agumon growled quietly to himself. This was a lot of abuse for the 'privilege' of going back to the digiworld. Impmon grinned as he shoved the dice closer, one rolling and bopping into Agumon as he was starting to get up, sending him sliding across the game board for a few inches.

Impmon snickered, "Roll again, squirt." and watched as Agumon struggled and got back up, giving each die a good kick and sending them on a couple of rotational tumbles. "Yer gettin' better at that little squirt." Impmon leaned down to read the dice. "Ten." Impmon announced with a bit of a sneer down at the tiny rubbery Agumon. "You gonna walk on yer own this time?"

Agumono sighed and hung his head as he walked the ten spaces, knowing what Impmon would do with him if he didn't. It seemed there was no escaping the cruelty of the giant Impmon, no matter what he did, or didn't do. He might as well just get it over with seeing as how he would be forced regardless.

Agumon looked down as he stepped onto the Challenge tile and braced for the floor to drop out from under him like it usually did. Impmon grinned and grabbed the next card from the stack, "ooohooo!" was all Ipmon said, grinning as he put the card into the slot. Agumon looked up to read 'Money Shot'. He wondered what that meant, allowing the tile hinging open to surprise him with an "Aieeee" into the darkness. He fell a bit longer then he would have expected, then found himself suddenly trapped in what felt like some kind of rubbery tube. It was fairly tight and as he shifted around, he couldn't seem to gain any traction or movement to work himself out of it. He wondered what Impmon was up to this time.

His question was answered shortly as Impmon came out onto the stage again, to the clapping and hooting of the audience. A spotlight came on to highlight him with a narrow spot, showing him up to his shoulders in something black and rubbery. He had no idea what it was but was probably going to find out soon.

"Welcome back, folks!" Impmon excitedly shouted into the microphone, "We got a real money shot of a game for you this time!" Impmon giggled with barely contained glee, "This time, poor Agumon has to get the money shot, so he can escape! Escape what, you ask?" Impmon pointed up to Agumon where secondary lights came on, revealing that he was trapped inside of a massive rubbery dildo. The audience burst into hoots and cheers at the revelation, and Agumon blushed deeply. A meter dropped down next to the dildo, "All he has to do is arouse this giant cock enough to cum, and he'll get to move on!"

Agumon didn't like this idea, but the audience obviously did as they cheered at the announcement. Regardless, Agumon was embarrassingly stuck inside the rubber shaft and it was up to him to stimulate it into a climax so he could escape from it. Otherwise he'd just sit there with the audience probably booing at him. He looked down at his predicament, sighed, and started to struggle to try and free himself up for this task. As he struggled the meter started to fill ever so slightly at the bottom, producing a thickening line. This also cued up some soft focus music similar to the background music often used in 'who wants to be a millionaire'. Agumon grunted as he struggled more. At least just struggling was doing something so it shouldn't be too hard to get out of this predicament and win the challenge. He wondered what would happen if he lost a challenge, and hoped he wouldn't have to find out.

He sighed as he thought about how to stimulate this rubber phallus, and thought perhaps he could use his mouth to help so leaned his head down to start licking over the rubber. He heard the audience give an amused 'oooh' as he looked to the side at the meter, which started to rise a little bit more rapidly, showing that he was probably on the right track with stimulating it, so he licked harder and twisted around to get at more area as he licked around at the tip surrounding him. With effort, he found he could twist himself about in the grip of the shaft giving himself more area he could cover with his tongue as he lapped around at it.

Agumon watched the meter slowly rising, almost a whole quarter of the way up. He grunted and struggled more, wishing he had his hands free to help. He could hear both Impmon and the audience snickering. "Hey squirt, how you gonna make that dick explode without your hands? Hahahaha" Impmon laughed at him, spurning the audience into more laughter in response. Agumon blushed and gritted his teeth as he struggled harder, wiggling his shoulders and his torso, providing a bit of a boost to the meter, which hit ¼ from his efforts, but had another ¾ to go.

Agumon spent only a moment enjoying his 'victory' at getting the meter up a whole quarter, but sighed as he realized he had another three quarters to go. He panted a little as he kept up his effort, only able to wiggle to and fro in the confines, and not making any progress on extricating himself out in any way other than filling the bar, which continued to inch up ever so slowly with his effort. He breathed deep and gritted his teeth as he kicked with his legs, nibbling a little bit at the taste of rubber on the tip around him, trying all sorts of things with his body to try and get that bar to rise up bit faster.

Agumon felt fatigue and slowed, panting a bit as he stared at the meter. His efforts were producing an effect, but a mild one, and he was feeling tired already. The meter wasn't quite up to half yet, but was getting close. He tried nibbling more firmly on the rubber, despite the strange flavor it bore. He had no idea what that flavor was but wasn't sure he wanted to find out as he chewed on it softly, staring at the meter as the rest of his body started to tire. The meter was still rising, getting closer to the coveted halfway mark, but he felt like the closer it got, the farther he was from his goal, especially with the building fatigue that was making him pant and his muscles start to feel a little sore. He took another deep breath and pushed his effort further, writhing with his entire body, which seemed to help a good deal, as the meter bounced up past half.

The audience murmured and Impmon smirked as he watched with folded arms, "You gonna keep us here all night, squirt? C'mon you can do better than that!" The audience clapped, apparently in agreement. Agumon felt humiliated, but also had a growing anger welling up inside of him, and he put that energy to good use by pushing it into his muscles where he was able to wiggle harder, thrashing his body around inside the shaft's grip, causing the meter rise up further, and quicker than he'd been able to move it previously. Agumon growled deeply as he thought his growing resentment of the domineering Impmon and all the humiliation he was being put through, thrashing and wiggling harder within the shaft. The meter jiggled and bounced it's way up quicker, starting to approach the ¾ mark at the beginnings of a moderate pace.

Agumon's new strategy seemed to be working as the audience was heard laughing at his growling and struggling. The meter was now steadily rising as Agumon struggled in the midst of his humiliation and frustration, his growls serving to remind himself of his newfound energy as he threshed as much as he could within the rubbery dick. He was thrashing so much he didn't notice the sensation of throbbing that was building around him, which might have perked his interest if he wasn't so involved in thrashing, growling, and expressing his frustration in a surprisingly productive way. He glanced over to the meter which was almost reading ¾ finally, after much effort.

Agumon groaned as he struggled more, then suddenly found himself flailing up into open air as the dildlo below suddenly exploded with artificial spooge, launching him from the tip like a cannonball out of cannon. Agumon yelled in surprise as he flew up into the rafters with a huge blob of white slime pushing him upwards. Impmon laughed, "Surprise! EARLY CLIMAX oops!!"

The audience burst into cheers, laughter, and applause as Augmon shot up over the stage and out of sight with the intense pressure. Augmon glanced back at the stage as it disappeared into the darkness behind him then up above as a square of light became visible and he shot up through it within moment, and over the gameboard, flailing as his ascension rapidly slowed down and finally had a moment of weightlessness before dropping down onto the board, and specifically onto the tile that he had shot out of. He landed in the blob of spoogeslime, covered in the gooey stuff. He struggled to his feet, which was made rather difficult by the slickness and thickness of the goop. He ended up scrambling on all fours as one or the other limb kept slipping out from underneath him, while Impmon cackled at him from above.

While Agumon struggled Impon shoved the dice over and folded his arms with a grin as he watched Agumon's struggle to get up off the slick floor. He examined his hands while Agumon was busy with this, waiting for him to get himself together and enjoying watching him fumble and slip around, chuckling softly.

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Impmon tired rather quickly of watching the little 'game piece' struggling with the slickness of the artificial goo. "Yer never gonna get anything done like that!" He lamented, then snapped his fingers to clear the goo up. Agumon wasn't expecting this and flailed a bit on the floor as he suddenly gained friction he wasn't anticipating. Impmon snickered a bit as he watched Agumon get back up to his feet and dust himself off. Agumon shook himself out and looked up at the dice that were a little bit bigger then he was. He gave one a strong heave, watching it tumble a couple of times, but quietly grumbled about how it was so difficult to give the dice anything that might be considered a real roll. Impmon poked him, "you got another one to roll, squirt!" Agumon sighed and grabbed the die to punt it firmly, watching it tumble away a disappointingly short distance. Impmon smirked above, "mmh, five. Bit mediocre as usual, eh squirt?"

Agumon grunted as he squeaked his way across the five spaces, sighing with some relief as he landed on a blank space and looked at the goal in the distance. It still seemed rather far off but with the number of spaces he's actually traversed he should be making some decent progress. Impmon just gave a bored "Ehhh" as he slid the dice back over to Agumon, knocking him over with one by 'accident' "whoops! Heheheh."

Agumon fell over onto his face and grunted as he pushes himself back up. Obviously Impmon would produce his own amusement if he didn't land on one of the other types of spaces. Agumon shook himself out as he got back to his feet, grumbling a bit as he heaves the dice again, with effort as usual. The dice tumbled, bounced, rolled, etc, and Impmon called out the number. Impmon laughed a bit as he said, "Heh, six. Gotta one-up yourself, huh?"

Agumon smirked, padding his way across the six spaces, tensing a bit every time he stepped on a challenge or humiliation space, despite the fact he knew he didn't have to stop on them. Stepping on them was bad enough. He counted the six spaces and stopped, looking down to see he was on a challenge space. He braced. Impmon grabbed the challenge card from the list and looked it over, "Hee, this will be fun. You're an exhibitionist right?" He placed the card into the slot, Agumon looking up to read "NOGASM" in curly pink lettering.

Agumon wasn't sure what that even meant as the tile dropped open beneath him. Of course, he had no chance to even answer, but Impmon probably planned it that way. He fell into something cold and hard, then felt multiple somethings clamping around his arms, legs, and neck. They were cold, and metallic. He instinctively struggled against the firm metallic grips but was decidedly helpless. He couldn't even see what was going on as he was suspended in complete darkness. He did, however, hear Impmon's voice next to him, "pssst, guess what."

Agumon grunted, not sure whether he should answer or not, Impmon didn't care and shouted, "It's time for NOGASM!" with an evil cackle. Lights suddenly came on, blinding Agumon briefly. But as his vision cleared he looked down to see he was being held in suspension by some kind of mechanical armatures designed with cuffs. Everything was a sanitary off-white and the mechanical arms were covered with white casings with glowing blue accents on the joints. He squinted in the bright lighting, looking at the white tiles on the walls, floor, and ceiling. But right in front of him was a prominent feature, a large widescreen monitor that took up much of the wall.

Agumon blinked at the image on the screen. It was a round ball-like object with a brightly lite eye shape in the center, which bore an unusual resemblance in it's color patterning to Impmon.

"Hey squirt, you ready for some SCIENCE??" Impmon's voice blasted out of the screen as the sphere animated expressively, rolling and bouncing with the dialog. Agumon was a bit shocked at all the craziness. The Impmon-core snickered, "Good! Let's get started." Impmon-core cleared it's voice,

"This series of tests is designated for the analysis of subject stimuli response, specifically to trigger the neur-Ah screw the explainer!" Impmon-core laughed, "WHO CAAAARES!"

Agumon did, wondering what was going to happen to him. More arms moved in and started firing lasers at him. He gasped and struggled as they struck him, but it didn't hurt, only tickled. Impmon-core snickered,

"First we strip the victi-er...subject...hehehe, yeah subject..."

Agumon gasped, "Strip??? Why do I have to be naked?"

Impmon-core shouted, "Hush! You're a victim not a er..I mean a SUBJECT not a guest speaker!"

Agumon was about to protest when an oversized pacifier was shoved into his mouth and locked into place with a band. He growled around it, but couldn't do much else, let alone speak now. Impmon-core laughed and animated excitedly on the screen,

"Okay where was I...oh yes, STRIPPING."

The lights started flashing disco-like colors as bass heavy stripper music started to play. The lasers fired and traced over his body as he struggled in the metal grips, which were not only unbreakable but cold and uncomfortable as well. Bits of his suit fell off piece by piece onto the floor, which suddenly opened, revealing some kind of inferno beneath, burning up the costume bits as they fell in.

"Yeah!" Impmon core laughed, "Shake that booty!"

Agumon couldn't believe he was being stripped like this, rays of disco light playing over his body as the mechanical arms forced him to do just that, shaking his rear up in the air with audible pneumatic hissing. He struggled further, to no avail when everything suddenly stopped and reverted back to the harsh white lighting. The music stopped, the inferno below closed, and he was held steady again. Impmon-core resumed his narration as if nothing had happened, except for a chortle in his voice,

"Heheh, now that the vi-subject has properly dispensed with any unnecessary adornments...we can being the stimulation process."

Agumon would have protested or asked what the heck was going on but couldn't with an embarrassingly pink pacifier strapped to his mouth. He shortly found out as another arm rose up and sprayed some kind of thin goop onto his groin. It was cold and made his eyes widen with the contact, Impmon-core continued,

"We lubricate the subject in preparation for the subsequent elements. Heheh, preparation...more like preparation H!"

Agumon had no idea what this meant and struggled some as a helmet was pressed down onto his head from above,

"In order to monitor our subject, we apply a helmet lined with monitoring probes. This will give us a good look inside the subject's brain as it responds to the experimentation."

Agumon didn't like the sound of that, and felt a strange staticy buzzing going through his skull,

"Heheh, Impmon labs is not responsible for the potential vaporization of skin, bone, and in rare cases, BRAIN MATTER. Hehehehehe."

Agumon struggled, but found himself suddenly shocked by a sensation at his groin. He looked down to find some kind of lubricated disk was rubbing against his sensitive area there. He tried to pull his limbs in to protect himself but the pneumatic arms were holding him steady and immobile. The disk pushed a little harder against there and he found himself groaning a little. It did feel rather good, but he was heavily embarrassed by the unwelcome and uninvited touch to his private area. He squirmed helplessly as he felt his body responding to the stimulation.

Impmon-core chuckled as it continued it's embarrassing narration,

"Hee hee, so with stimulation the subject's brain is beginning to react with neurological activity in amygdala, as shown on this brain map."

Half of the wide-screen's image slid over to show a 3-d representation of Agumon's brain, with part of it highlighted. Impmon-core snickered, "This subject's brain is rather small compared to our usual subjects, but the simplicity will make it easier to analyze the resulting data."

Agumon blushed, looking at his brain displayed for anyone to see, and the private activity that was occurring within it. He gave a muffled yelp through the pacifier as he felt more lubricant being sprayed onto his rear.

"The fun thing about THIS subject is he's really a secret bottom and wants nothing more than to receive a good fucking!" Impmon-core chortled.

Agumon's eyes widened and he renewed his struggle, again being held helplessly by the machinery. He blushed harder as he realized his groin was starting to experience the beginning of an erection, distracting him from the cold lube on his rear. This made him vulnerable to the sudden sensation of something spreading his cheeks wide and shoving in against the entrance of his tailhole. He gasped, grunted, and struggled as a cylindrical object was felt sliding it's way into his hole against his will.

Impmon-core laughed, "And now we see the resulting brain change as he receives his favorite stimulation, a good dick in his ass!"

Agumon knew this wasn't true, but couldn't protest as it shoved in further, spreading his tailhole out and making his eyes water with discomfort. He squinched his eyes shut and growled around the pacifier as it penetrated further than gasped, his eyes shooting wide open, as it brushed something inside that felt, incredible.

"And now we see the result of a slight touch on the Agumon g-spot."

Agumon struggled helplessly, his eyes rolling amidst the stimulation, his cock starting to throb as it rose up out of his groin. The disc withdrew, and was replaced by a tube that was planted firmly on his groin, with his cock rising to attention inside of it. He heard a series of pumping sounds and started to feel pressure sucking at his member, making it feel more sensitive while the dildo in his ass was sliding out, and then back in, fucking him slowly as he wiggled helplessly in the air. There was little he could do, or try to do.

"Observe, the helpless subject attempting to withhold his reactions, but being completely helpless to his own sensations. Pumping the air out of the dick area will allow his cock to swell and become more sensitive than usual, providing us with ample opportunity to see him squirm." There was laughter being held back in the Impmon-core's voice.

Agumon knew the whole 'science' thing was a facade, but couldn't care about that right now while he was being assaulted by the machinery around him.

"Notice how the greater level of arousal brings involuntary convulsions. He's enjoying it too much to help himself!"

Agumon blushed at the narration the impmon-core was providing, trying to constrain himself but utterly failing completely at this against the stimulation being provided to his groin with the pump. The dildo in his rear wasn't exactly helping, but the way it kept bumping into his internally sensitive area was virtually forcing his level of arousal to increase. Shortly the pump was withdrawn off his cock, and replaced by a larger machine that clamped down around his member, making him worry what it might be intended for.

He shortly found out as he felt something happening inside the casing around his throbbing member, and it felt rather good. Inside, lubricated discs were spinning and being driven against his member, covered in bumps and small enough to direct accurately within the casing. Agumon shuddered as the stimulation started to stroke over the entirety of his member.

"With a slow exploration of our subject's sensitive dick we can map out the areas of sensitivity allowing us to stimulate him more accurately." Impmon-core continued with a chortle, the brain map on the screen being replaced by a 3-d representation of his member, showing colors lighting up as his response to stimulation of various areas was being measured.

Agumon gasped and panted through his nose, unable to do otherwise with the pacifier in the way. His cock throbbed within the machine, and he tensed as the little spinning disks started focusing on his most sensitive areas there, growling as his member started to produce a little bit of precum. Behind him, the invading dildo was starting to grind right against that sensitive inner g-spot, making him wiggle and writhe in uncomfortable pleasure.

Impmon-core cackled, whirling on the screen in mirth as he 'tested' the helpless 'subject',

"It looks like we're gonna need to enlarge the probe to get some more serious science done!"

Agumon's eyes widened a bit more as the rubber dildo in his ass pulled out and a series of hissing sounds were heard. He couldn't turn his head to look at the source behind him, but had a bad feeling about what was going to follow. His feelings were confirmed as he felt that dildo press into his rear again, spreading him more firmly than before, making him gasp and moan out, shuddering.

Impmon-core snickers, "Obviously the client enjoys the enhanced stimulation...let's increase it further!"

The dildo pulled out and Agumon shuddered, thinking about how big it might get. It certainly felt larger as it shoved back into his hole, stretching it out further. It was already to the point of being uncomfortable, and he could distinctly feel his innards stretching out closer to their limit as it shoved it's way down into him. He gritted his teeth while the Impmon-core watched him gleefully.

"Oh you have no idea how much the battery of scientists is enjoying your display, test subject."

Agumon blushed, not realizing there was more than just the Impmon-core watching. He craned his head to either side and finally spotted a typical frosted glass window, on the long side, and the shadowy figures of a rather large looking audience that had been watching him this entire time. He saw some of them in motion but couldn't really see what they were doing, just that there was a line of chairs in front of the glass.

His attention was forced back to his rear as the dildo pulled out, inflated a bit more, than reinserted itself, this time it was large enough to cause more than just discomfort as it stretched Agumon's hole a little more than it was flexible enough to do and he yelped out as it started to fill him in a rather uncomfortable, even painful manner. His eyes watered with the discomfort, but his cock was dripping with pre from the combination of stimulation, especially that in the slick white casing covering his groin.

Agumon could feel his climax rapidly approaching, despite the discomfort in his rear and he shuddered, feeling embarrassed that he was going to get milked in front of the observers behind the glass.

Impmon-core chuckled loudly, "As you can see, our subject is approaching orgasm, this is reflected in the readings coming out of his brain through his skull, and the excited throbbing of his cock!" A secondary feed of his throbbing cock being stimulated popped up on the big monitor. "At this point it will only take a little bit more stimulation..."

Agumon panted, grinding his teeth and squinching his eyes shut..he didn't want to give them what they wanted, his orgasm on display. He tried his best to hold back, growling in some remnants of resistance. But he knew how good it would feel to let it go, and he was starting to desire it himself. The prolonged sexual teasing, the humiliation, he just wanted it all over with that orgasmic finish.

As his resistance broke down he found himself starting to hump into the machine, starting to feel eager for the release that had been building up for the entirety of this challenge. He started thinking, "I should probably cum, that's what the challenge must be about...once I cum it'll be all over, and it'll feel so good"

He felt that climax rising within him and he made an eager moan. Suddenly, without warning, just as he felt like he was about to slip over the edge into a full orgasm, the machine pulled away quickly, and he felt something cold snapping around his dick and his waist.

"DEEEEEENIEEED!" Shouted the impmon-core, suddenly, laughing maniacally. Augmon gasped and looked down to find that he sported a new addition, a chastity belt. It was a slick white with a distinct cage around his throbbing and needy phallus, preventing all access to himself. Another arm came up and twisted a round blue port, causing several locking sounds to be heard as the chastity belt locked itself down firmly on him. Agumon couldn't help but whine in disappointment as he's denied all access to his own arousal.

Impmon-core snickered, "You want the key? You're gonna have to EARN IT squirt! Bwahahahaha!"

Agumon was suddenly released from the metal grips and a portal opened up underneath him, through which he was dropped. He fell, then rose as he shot out the other side, seeing he was popping up out of the tile that he had fallen through earlier, a mechanical arm followed, and he fell right into the rubber suit it was holding, a replica of the one that had been lasered off of him earlier. The arm bounced him back up and retreated, the portal poofing out of existence while he landed on his face, feeling the chastity belt around him, and his eager arousal. He whined a bit as he looked up at the game board, and Impmon towering above, cackling in his amusement.

Impmon snickered, "Oh man, I bet you enjoyed that challenge didn't you, squirt??"

Agumon said nothing, blushing and wrestling with the chastity belt hidden under his rubbery suit. The chastity belt gave him a comical bulge at the front of the suit where the cage was fitted over his still throbbing and needy dick. Release was all he could think about for the moment, and he needed it desperately. Impmon could see this and poked at the bulge, amused, and knocking Agumon over onto his back, leaving that needy bulge poking up into the air while he growled and flailed on his back like a stuck turtle.

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Impmon reached down to poke at that needy bulge, making Agumon grunt in annoyance before rolling over and pushing himself up onto his feet with some difficulty. That bulge was proving to be rather inconvenient and was getting the way as he had to maneuver around with it to get back to a standing position. He slumped a bit, feeling tired, annoyed, and blue balled as Impmon shoved the dice over for Agumon to roll.

Agumon sighed, those dice were quickly becoming his mortal enemies as they more often landed him on challenge and humiliation spaces. He eyed the cubical monsters with disdain as he waddled over, with a little difficulty due to the chastity belt and his arousal, to heft one up. He grunted as he felt it grind against his sensitive phallus but knew trying to toy with himself would be pointless, and probably amuse Impmon even further. He tossed it with some difficulty, watching it bounce and roll slightly, feeling like he was about to get sentenced.

"You got another one, squirt!" Impmon snickered as he observed Agumon standing idly for a moment.

Agumon sighed and grabbed the other die, experiencing the discomfort from his groin as he gave it a toss as well. It rolled, bounced a couple of times, and landed in close proximity to the other one. "Even 10. You know what to do."

Agumon grunted, knowing he had no choice, and he didn't want to get manhandled by Impmon again like before, so he plodded his way past the various spaces, praying he ended up on a blank space so he could be 10 spaces closer to the goal without another bout of humiliation or unfair challenge.

He looked down at his feet as he stopped on the 10th space, a challenge space. Impmon snickered, "Don't worry about that chastity belt. One of these spaces has a challenge for the key...but maybe not this one! Hehehe, let's see here."

Impmon reached over and pulled up the card, looking it over with a wry grin. Impmon snickered sa he placed the card in the slot. Agumon tried to resist looking up at it, since it wouldn't make a difference either way, but his curiosity overcame him and he looked up to see "Bath time"

He sighed, and didn't even bother being curious about it as he braced for the floor to drop out from under him, which it did. He fell into the darkness and landed on some kind of firm rubbery surface. He grunted and pushed himself up, standing in the darkness around him. He felt the surface shifting gently beneath him, but it didn't feel like it was alive. Instead it felt like it was slowly rocking back and forth and even bobbing. He tried to stay still, thinking perhaps he was on a cork bobbing in water and moving too much would upset it and dump him.

The lights snapped on around him and he looked up to see a rubber duck looking down at him with a smirky expression. He looked up further to see that the duck's wings were raised up and were holding a neon sign bearing the words "You suck" in sequentially flashing letters like some of those 'open' signs that try to get attention on store fronts. Agumon grunted as he looked around further, realizing he was standing on the rubber duck's bright yellow belly. As he looked over the side, he noticed he and the duck were floating in some kind of deep blue liquid, but something was wrong as it didn't seem like normal water, and moved in an unusual way.

Agumon felt it was against his better judgement but he leaned down and reached out to poke at the surface, finding that it was rather thick and slimy, and even seemed to grab at his finger in some way and he had to tug to get it out. Obviously falling into the 'water' was not a good idea, it seemed to be some kind of slime ocean. But, as he looked out further, he discovered that the horizon was uneven, and white. He also noticed various spiky objects in the water with Impmon's mirthful face on them. He scratched his head, looking around at the distant tiling on the far walls, wondering what this 'challenge' was about, then nearly jumped out of the rubbery suit he was still wearing when the duck quacked at him.

"QUACK! Your goal is to push me off the end of the tub and avoid the mines, idiot, QUACK!"

Agumon glared up at the duck's smirking bill above, at least he knew what he was supposed to do now. He leaned off to the side to peer at the field of mines ahead of him, feeling the duck tip a bit, alarming him slightly as he realized that the duck was probably going to be easy to tip and with his difficulty in pulling his finger from the slime beneath him he probably didn't want to take too many risks. So he crawled to the side and started paddling cautiously with his hand.

It was slow going through the thick slime, but he was making some progress as he started learning how to paddle the duck. It was difficult, but as he kept paddling he made some mild progress with getting a working technique going for moving the duck more efficiently. As he peered around the duck's neck, he saw a mine approaching and clambered to the opposite side to start paddling in earnest to try and change his current vector to veer off at an angle and avoid the mine if he could.

"You can do better than that, wimp. QUACK!" The duck called down to him as he put in his effort to paddle the duck in a different direction. Paddling was an effort considering how the slime was kind of grippy and it felt like every time he put his hand into it like it was trying to pull him down into it. That was a disconcerting feeling that reasserted itself with each paddle repetition and kept him feeling rather nervous. The duck's insult distracted him momentarily and he lost his concentration as he glared up at the annoying duck, and suddenly heard an explosion punctuated by Impmon's laughter.

He didn't have much time to think about this as he suddenly found himself flying through the air, and the duck flying along beside him, laugh-quacking at him, "Idiot! Quack quack quack quack quack..." Suddenly he splashed down into the goo, and experienced a sudden surge of adrenaline as he realized he would be quickly get pulled under and drowned. He flailed and felt that pull as he started to sink into the slime ooze helplessly, despite this efforts. It had a thick grip on him that was slowing down his limbs and sapping the energy out of him as it took much more effort to move then it would in normal water. He quickly tired and felt the goo grabbing up to his chest as his movements slowed, and he started sinking up to his neck.

He gasped for air, afraid that these would be his last breaths as the slimy ooze started to creep up along his neck towards his chin as he tilted his head up to keep his access to air as long as he could, but too quickly it crept up higher and flowed into his maw, blocking his access to air. He felt it surround the last of him, over his nostrils, and he had to hold his breath as he struggled to get back up to the surface.

His struggled were futile however and he felt himself sinking in deeper with that slime pushing on him. It was deceptively slick, making it feel like he should be able to swim up out of it, but it was also so thick he found it nearly impossible. He felt himself sinking into the depths of the slime as his lungs were starting to struggle for air. He kept his throat clamped down tight but the urgency of needing to breathe was beginning to be overwhelming. After a moment he could feel his lungs starting to burn and ache for fresh air, but he knew if he opened his mouth he wouldn't get any.

It finally got to the point where it was irresistible and his maw opened up instinctively while his lungs tried to draw in air...he felt the slime sliding down his throat, unable to do anything about it as he felt himself starting to black out from the lack of air.

Suddenly he found his consciousness returning to him as he found himself coughing and breathing in precious air He found himself coughing out several globs of slime that he had managed to inhale during his submersion and panted as he caught his breath. It took him a few moments before he was able to look around and realize he was on the duck once again and it was glaring down at him while holding a sign saying "you fail!". He glared up at the duck's sign, which was lit up in neon and flashing the letters, and grumbled as he got to his feet, looking around and seeing that the duck was back where it had started.

"Try again, moron! Quack!" The duck goaded, he sighed and started paddling again. Hopefully he could avoid letting the duck distract him again as he started paddling again. He had a good distance to cross, and there were quite a few ImpMines in the way. He grumbled as the duck quack laughed above him while he paddled again. This time, however, he was still partially covered in the slime and that made his friction on the duck more questionable so he had to be extra careful with maintaining his grip, mostly by gripping the duck's neck while it laughed at him.

He growled as he paddled, swapping sides back and forth as necessary to keep it on the course he intended, but the mines were close enough together that he was going to have difficulty navigating with not too much room to spare, and he couldn't see very well around the duck's neck. And the way it bobbed made it difficult to hold onto as he kept paddling his way closer to the one of the mines, then swapping to the other side of the duck to paddle in the other direction to give the duck a bit of spin so he could angle his way away from the mine and curve around between it and the mine next to it. He felt a little bit like he was doing some kind of goo based slalom ski run.

With effort, he managed to arc the duck around between the two ImpMines and managed to successfully slide the duck between them. He panted with the effort, letting the duck coast for the moment.

"Getting tired little squirt?" The duck heckled. He growled a bit in response but figured it wasn't worth talking to, probably just being some kind of automatic voice box or something that couldn't hear him. He gritted his teeth and shook his head as he refocused himself, leaning a bit to look at the mines ahead, looking for an opening. Off to the side he thought he could see one where they were wider apart than the others nearby, offering him a better chance at success.

With this knowledge he moved to the other side to paddle in reverse to get the duck turned around and slow it down, grunting a bit as he had to put in some extra effort as he saw that they were gliding a bit too closer to a mine then he would have liked. The duck laughed at him above further, "Watch out little idiot, we're gonna hit that miiiiine! Quack!"

He growled as he paddled harder, almost desperately, forcing his hands against the slime to slow the duck's egregious path. The duck was nearing close proximity to that threatening mine and he could see the spikes on it clearly. Bumping into one of those would probably trigger the mine into an explosion like he had earlier and he really didn't want to go through that again. He increased his effort, trying to paddle with an arm and a leg to increase his force. The duck quack laughed as that mine approached and he could practically reach out and touch it if he wanted to...but he was striving to push the duck away from the mine instead of being stupid enough to touch those spikes. He groaned in effort as he pushed at the slime as hard as he could, watching one of those spikes just about to touch upon the duck's side. He wanted to grab at the spike and pushed it away but he didn't think touching them would be a good idea.

With extreme effort he saw the duck's movement slow down until it was just barely about to touch the spike, which it did. Agumon braced for the explosion that would send him flying, but after squinching his eyes shut for a few moments...nothing happened. He cautiously opened up one eye...seeing the duck was still, and it was still just barely touching the mine's spike. He stared, waiting for the explosion but things stayed still as they were. He shuddered and reached down to gently paddle away from the mine.

The duck moved painfully slowly away from that mine, Agumon's heart beating rapidly the entire time as he struggled to get it away gently enough to avoid exploding it. He gave a sigh as he pulled far enough away he could start paddling with force to head to the widely spaced mines further down.

"Boy you're a lucky little bastard! You couldn't do that again in a million years!" The duck quacked down rudely at him. He grumbled, "Shut up." at it as he paddled it towards that mine gap. The duck quacked mirthfully in response, apparently amused by his growing irritation. He gritted his teeth and pushed the duct further to that gap, paddling in reverse to slow it down and started turning it so it could face through the gap along it's narrow dimension. He had to go back and forth between the two separate sides in order to position the duck as best as he could, which took a few minutes.

Once he had the duck in the right position he carefully paddled it forward, grumbling as he could feel some of the goo still in his rubbery suit making him rather uncomfortable as he paddled away, already starting to feel fatigued from the activity. He sighed as he saw he was only about halfway across the bath, then gasped as he slipped and his legs fell into the goo, he cursed quietly as the duck resumed laughing at him above, while he grabbed onto the duck's side to avoid falling in. He managed to arrest his slippage with some effort, feeling he didn't have much effort left in his body, and gradually started to climb his way back up onto the duck's belly. It was slow going and he kept slipping a bit now and then, but he persevered and concentrated deeply. The duck was throwing insults down at him, calling him clumsy, clod, hopeless, idiot, and many other terms, which he tried his utmost to ignore. It was difficult, especially with the duck quack laughing at him every time his grip slipped, and it kept slipping. Hand over hand he got some purchase, but slipped, and tried again. The goo that had been collecting on his hands was frustratingly difficult to get a grip through and he wondered if he would even be able to pull himself back up onto it successfully at all or if it was futile. He thought about this. It seemed like there was a mechanism to recover him and restart him back at the beginning every time he failed, but he wasn't sure if it was worth the suffering of breathing slime like he did before. He kept focusing and slipping, wishing he had better friction on his hands or something to push against other then the nasty slime that was not only coating him, but felt like it was trying to suck him deeper into it's depth like it had once already. He spent a brief moment wishing the duck would shut up and let him climb then grunted as he saw the duck was still drifting and starting to get closer to yet another mine.

Agumon scrambled helplessly, kicking his legs and pulling with his rubbery costumed hands, finding it difficult, especially with the impending doom coming, to get his grip....then he had a realization, with his legs down in the slime he was able to exert a stronger force on the duck's movement. He pondered about this, thinking it could offer him an advantage. This was a good point of hope for him but he had to extricate himself from the predicament he was in before he could take advantage of his discovery. He stopped struggling and just clung to the duck, watching it slow down as a result. He could probably direct it better from within the slime then he could from up on it's belly. Using the little grip he could manage he inched his way to the tail of the duck, where he could have better leverage.

He needed to test his idea, so he gripped firmly and started to kick his legs slowly, trying to act like a rudder and an engine in combination. With some pushing he found that he could steer the duck more efficiently from this position then he could from atop it. Good progress. He pushed like this, trying to remember where the mines were, then dragged the duck to a stop after a moment to clamber along to the side for a better view. It looked like he was over halfway across now, and he surveyed the mines still in the way. Things were a bit tighter here, so he felt fortunate in his discovery, because he would be able to guide and steer the duck more efficiently.

"You're never gonna make it twirp! Quack quack quack!" It shouted at him. He growled, "We'll see about that." softly, resulting in more quacking laughter from the difficult duck which obviously didn't believe he was capable. He clambered his way back to the read of the duck and started kicking again to push the duck rapidly towards a gap in the mines, angling his kicking off from the center sharply to force the duck into a turn to get it facing there, then angled in reverse to arrest the turn. Finally he kicked forward, grunting with the effort, and the duck sailed forwards nicely, still deriding him loudly. He was feeling confident in his efforts so found the duck a bit easier to ignore as it chided his 'pointless' efforts. He was sweating inside the suit, but pushed himself forwards, peering around the side of the duck with effort to see the final layer of mines and grunted as he angled to the side once more to turn the duck and start cutting across the open space leading to those mine, at a curve so that he could get it aimed right between them.

He was on the home stretch now and he pushed harder, wanting to get this finished with so he could get it over with, watching the mines slide by past him smoothly as he kicked even harder, knowing the edge of the tub was approaching quickly. With the added momentum he felt the duck lift up a bit as it hid the edge, then lost grip of it as it pulled up out of his grip and he watched it teeter on the edge ever so briefly,

"You're a big fat looser, chump!" Shouted the duck as it tilted over the edge, finally sliding the rest of the way off the edge of the tub. Agumon was moving so quickly with his efforts that he almost skipped over the surface of the slime and found himself smacking into the edge of the tube himself. The goo had a grip on him, though, and he it held him fast. Regardless, he had won the challenge. He waited to be ejected onto the board but nothing happened, except behind him he heard explosions. He turned to see the mines rapidly exploding one by one, creating a series of fireballs and shockwaves in the ooze, then he heard a loud pop sound. He wasn't sure what had happened at first, then felt a pull, and suddenly saw a whirlpool forming on the other side of the tub. He gasped and started trying to swim to maintain his distance from it but it pulled him in despite his efforts and he started whirling his way down to the drain at the bottom. It was a nausea inducing vortex as it swirled him around repeatedly getting ever closer to the drain at the bottom, which terrified him, and he grasped at the useless slime as he was drawn into the dark hole.

He disappeared into the drain, to wherever it lead, watching the light of the bathroom quickly disappearing into the distance. Without warning he landed on his face, looking up to see he was back on the game board, and felt immense relief. He had won the challenge and was going to get another roll. Impmon looked down at him with folded arms, not very amused.

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Impmon leaned down with a mild sneer as he dropped the dice right on top of the rubbery suited Agumon. Agumon gave two oofs, one for each die, as they landed and tumbled off him. The rubbery suit kept him from being seriously hurt by it but perhaps he bruised a little as it did hurt slightly with each impact. He growled a little.

"Heheheh, havin' fun yet? Really, I'm surprised you got through that so fast. I guess We'll just have to keep things interestin'..." Impmon smirked as he waited for Agumon to get up and roll the dice.

Agumon laid there, feeling slightly defeated. He looked at the interminable distance to the goal at the end of the tiled pathway, where Impmon was seated and glaring down at him, becoming impatient. Agumon knew what would happen if he didn't do anything, Impmon would play the game for him like he did before, so he pushed his way up off the floor and shuffled over to the die, which he picked up to give a heave to. It was a bit difficult with his rubbery paw hands covered in slime, and it slipped out of his grip a couple of times until he could grab it more firmly with leverage. Impmon was heard snickering above, watching the little costumed Agumon struggling with the dice.

"We should probly give ya a shower or somethin'."

Agumon didn't know what to say in response as he struggled with the die, then gasped in surprise as a blast of cold water knocked him over. He rolled over a couple of times before the blast stopped and he was able to open his eyes to take a look at what just happened. It appeared that Impmon had grabbed a toy firetruck and had just doused him with it. Impmon snickered as he used a finger to roll the miniature hose back up on one of the fire truck's hose reels. "Hee, refreshing huh? Maybe next time I should use lemonade, that would be even MORE refreshing!" Impmon laughed as he thought about Agumon being doused with lemonade like that.

Agumon wasn't amused. He got back up and went over to grab the die again. He was, in a small way, grateful that he had been washed off, but wondered if Impmon had to do it in such a boisterous manner. He sighed as he heaved the die, feeling somewhat tired from his previous experiences. It tumbled a couple of times and Impmon waited for Agumon to grab the next die. He shuffled over, picked it up with some effort, and heaved it as well, watching it tumble over once, twice, and a third time.

Impmon leaned down overhead to check the numbers of the dice. "11!" He announced, "G'wan" Giving Agumon a little prod with his finger. Agumon stumbled a little bit, knocked off balance, but started along the tiles, counting them one at a time.

He looked down at his feet as he walked along, seeing blank spaces, challenge spaces, and humiliation spaces passing by, feeling anxiety about the latter two due to his recent experiences. As he walked, a little slower then Impmon would have liked, he surveyed the game board, seeing he'd come a fair distance, but ahead of him he had more than a fair distance to go. He wasn't sure if he'd ever get to the halfway point without going insane first, with all the torments that Impmon was handing down to him, but he reminded himself that if he persevered he should be able to survive. He kept thinking of that adage he'd heard, 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger'. He hoped it was true, because while he was technically already dead, he wanted to come out of this stronger than before. Internally it was a balance between his will to return to the Digiworld and the fatigue he was feeling both struggling against each other. He could feel that struggle in more than just his mind as his body felt fatigued and a little sore from the antics that he'd already been through. His muscles ached slightly and it was starting to become a bit of a chore to trudge along the tiles, and he finally stopped, sighing as he stopped on a blank tile. A minor victory, but a victory nonetheless.

Impmon smirked, "That was 12! You went one too far, squirt!" and reached down to poke Agumon firmly enough that he tumbled into a backwards somersault onto the previous tile.

Agumon grunted as he landed on his back and sat up, grumbling. He sat up and shook his head as he looked down to see what he had landed on. Impmon was already reaching over for a card, so he guessed he was on a challenge space. This proved true as Impmon plucked a card from the stack, and looked it over with a grin.

"Oh this will be fuuun!" He slid the card into the slot and Agumon glanced up at it to read 'Palmrena'. He wondered what that meant but braced for the tile to drop open. After a few moments of waiting, nothing seemed to happen and he opened his eyes to see he was still standing on the same tile on the gameboard. He blinked, looked around curiously, then squealed in surprise as the tile suddenly launched him into the air as a giant, tightly coiled, spring shoved the tile, and him, upwards into a rapid acceleration. He felt a bit like he got launched out of a cannon, and flailed in the air as he spun uncontrollably until he landed on something soft that bounced him up in the air several times before he rolled and bounced off a wall.

He grunted and gasped as he rolled and bounced, finally coming to a stop on a very flexible bouncy surface. He pushed himself up carefully and realized everything looked a bit like a bouncy castle. Looking upwards, he spotted impmon grinning down at him,

"Ready for the fight of your life, squirt?"

He frowned, concerned with what this meant. He found out quickly enough as several large ant like creatures plopped down into the arena with him. They were huge, and bore giant dick shaped protrusions underneath themselves. He stared. They stared back, wiggling their mandibles at him. He looked up to notice that they had health bars over their heads, coming to the conclusion that he would need to fight them to win this particular challenge, and off on the wall of the arena he spotted a count showing the number of ants, currently at 8.

He gingerly tried to back away, but that slight movement caught their attention and they started to scuttle in his direction, startling him. He turned, and ran against the wall, bouncing and tumbling as he went, due to the bouncy castle like floor that undulated and puffed beneath him. He shortly reached the wall and noted that it too was a smooth puffy rubber, and probably unclimbable. He tried anyway, and kept sliding back down onto the bouncing arena floor fruitlessly. Above, he heard Impmon snickering.

"Hey squirt, you're not gonna get out of dere until you fight off the antmonsters!" he laughed, "Hurry up i'm bored!"

Agumon turned, just in time to see one of them coming right up on him. It was a slime monster in the shape of a horrific ant beast. It lurched forward, grabbing him with it's slime mandibles and gave him a toss back to the arena proper. Agumon flew helplessly, flailing, then bounced, flailed, and bounced some more with Impmon cackling above at the futility. He finally rolled onto his back and found himself looking up at the sky with impmon's face occupying much of it. He realized he could see three red towers as well, and with the way they were shifting and moving...they were Impmon's fingers!

He as in a miniature arena sitting in Impmon's palm! He didn't have any time to think about this though as he found himself surrounded by the ants which were rearing up and bringing their oversized dicks up to bear. He scrambled, not sure what they were going to do but quickly found out as goo spewed from the nearest one and nearly caught him under a glob. They were going to spray goo cum at him to defeat him! Not only did he find that rather revolting but knew that it would be the end of the challenge if they managed to bury him under enough of it, so he decided he would have to fight it out, big time!

He turned, focused now on fighting his way to a victory, seeing more of that slime sprayed at him. He rolled out of the way and went into a combat stance, he was going to fight it out completely this time. He jumped over another spurt of slime and took advantage of the bounce in the floor to get some elevation over the ants as he bounced a few more timed, landing right on one's head and grabbing at the antennae it bore. As would be expected the ant shook it's head to get rid of the undesired passenger but Agumon clung to it firmly, although getting any kind of grip was difficult with it being made out of slime, so he started to punch and bite at the ant beneath him. He gagged at the nastiness of the flavor, reminding himself what he was trying to, as he punched and bit more at the back of the slime ant's head. He clung firmly as he looked up at the health bar over the ant's head start dropping with each punch and bite, surprisingly fast. His eyes lit up as he realized that each of these ants was a pushover and he should be able to easily beat them!

The ant suddenly burst into a massive explosion of goo around him, surprising the heck out of him and sending him flying across the arena, covered in the slime. He lay there for a stunned moment, but grinned as he realized he had destroyed the ant. The count displays around the arena clicked over to 7. He got up, ready to fight more, and went face to face with an ant's slime dick.

He reached out to punch it but ended up being blown back by a glob of the ant dick's slime. He gasped in surprise, which proved to be a very bad thing to do as a good amount of it forced it's way into his open mouth due to the pressure. He gagged and choked a bit on it, hearing Impmon snickering above. Agumon grunted, flailing as he lay in a pile of ant dick slime, gradually extricating himself as two approached. He couldn't let them win, he couldn't! He had to progress and get his Digilife back. He forced himself free of the slime and used the floor to bounce into the air, aiming for one of the ant's heads. Suddenly there was a whirl of magical effects and he found himself bouncing off of a door that had suddenly appeared in front of him. He sat up and realized there were three of them all facing him in an arc.

Impmon snickered, "Would you like to see what's behind door number three? Or one? Or TWO?? Your target is behind one of 'em but you gotta guess which!"

Agumon groaned and looked at the three doors. Standing up and brushing some slime off himself with difficulty. He looked at each door in turn, then looked them over again. They were all the same and had no clue about what was behind them. Impmon snickered, "G'wan, choose one!"

Agumon grunted and grabbed the middle door's handle, and tried to turn it, but it resisted and he jiggled the handle a bit. Impmon smirked, "Before you get that open....lemme help you out, squirt! Impmon's finger lowered down and flicked the door to the left open, revealing nothing behind it. "Dat ant is behind ONE of the other two doors...maybe the one you got your paws on right now. But I'm gonna give you a chance to switch to the other one if you wanna."

Agumon let the handle go and considered this...he could switch now that he knew which door it WASN'T behind. That gave him a better chance. So should he switch? He wasn't sure. He COULD have had his hand on the right door to begin with but... He looked at the other one. That other one could have the ant, too. Either could, and he didn't know which one. He figured Impmon did, however and was trying to confuse him with the door choice.

Agumon rubbed his head, slightly overcome with the looping logic he was trying to rationalize in order to come to a decision. He shook his head to clear it and moved over to the same middle door to grab the handle, "This one."

Impmon smirked, "Okaaaay."

Agumon opened the door and jumped through into a fighting stance...in front of nothing. Impmon laughed as the third door opened, revealing the ant behind it, along with a buzzer sound, "wrong choice, loser!"

Agumon grunted as he observed this, then gasped as the ant's oversized cock slapped into him and sent him flying backwards, leaving a slime trail in the process. He sat up, grunting and clumsily scrambled to his feet, sliding around a little bit as he finally got his footing, wiping slime off his face so he could see again. What he saw was the ant coming for him and he rolled out of the way as it nearly speared him with it's oversized member. The other ants were approaching as well, gathering together as he scrambled back for some space.

Oddly, they didn't follow him this time. Instead they gathered together and climbed up onto each other, forming a sort of writhing tower of slime ants with oversized phalli. It almost looked like a tower of giant slime dicks, in fact. To Agumon's surprise, and possibly with a slight bit of horror, as the tower of slime ants wavered, quivered, and started to combine together into a singular mega mass. His eyes widened as he watched limbs and dicks withdraw into the respective ants and then the ants withdraw into each other to form that singular mass together. The entire mass of semitransparent threatening goo quivered and wavered about like jell-o as it twisted and contorted finally starting to take a new shape as giant extensions extruded out of the body and it stretched lengthwise. Agumon realized that this was going to be more than a standard challenge, as he watched the giant slime mass form into a single giant ant with an equally giant dick, towering over him.

He turned and tried to run to the nearest wall to find some form of shelter from the giant insect but it quickly grabbed him up in it's mandibles, squeezing him firmly as he gasped and struggled, genuinely frightened now and unsure what it was going to do. He quickly found out as he was tossed away and out of the arena, right into the palm of impmon's hand. Impmon was staring down at this 'fight' with amusement, chuckling as Agumon was tossed like a little doll out of the arena.

Agumon bounced and tumbled his way across the smooth surface of impmon's palm, landing on his feet for a brief moment but falling over into an almost-cartwheel as he still had too much momentum going to stick the landing. Impmon was heard snickering overhead as the giant ant monster scuttled over towards the prone Agumon who groaned and pushed himself up. His initial confidence in the ease of the fight was gone, replaced by a grim understanding that he should stop underestimating Impmon's torment, that nothing was as easy as it seemed to be.

Agumon shook his head to clear it, and swallowed as he looked at the big ant, eyeing it up strategically. The ant had other ideas, however, as it sprayed a massive wave of slime out of it's dick right at the tiny Agumon. Agumon flailed and scrambled to get out of the way, barely being missed by the huge flow of slime, grumbling to himself about his it was always harder than it needed to be. He ran, quickly, off to the side to try and circle around the massive slime ant, and this proved to be potentially worthwhile as it had difficulty turning itself to keep up with him. He outpaced the slime giant and worked his way around, also taking a look at how it's body was laid out and possible points of attack.

It looked like the ant's legs were probably going to be the best point to damage, especially where they met with the body. If he could climb up on the ant's back he should be able to bite and punch into those specific areas and render the ant mostly immobile and easier to defeat. At least that's what his plan was. Enacting it would be a bit tricky probably, and he'd probably have to climb one of the legs to get up there. He knew it would be slick and difficult with the slime not offering much friction, and he also knew he didn't have the use of his claws. He silently cursed the stupid outfit that Impmon had put on him.

He was taken by surprise as the ant started unleashing wads of goo from it's dick, figuring that it was probably flailing in a sense as it couldn't attack him directly. He was distracted by his approach to the slime ant's rear and didn't notice that the wads of goo started moving on their own, and rising up into individual ant forms. Several of them popped up out of the dispensed goo and made their way to the distracted Agumon.

Agumon was surprised and startled as he tripped onto his face, and looked to his legs to find a smaller slime ant grabbing it. His surprise turned to horror as he was suddenly beset upon by several of them clambering on top of him and trying to pin him down. He panicked as he started shoving them off him one by one, Trying to force them away so he could get back up and fight. It proved very difficult as there were several centering in on him, and they were trying to pin his limbs down. He kicked and punched, making at least one of them explode into a mini plume of goo, most of which covered his leg and made it stick a bit to impmon's palm. He grunted and growled as he struggled to his feet and started kicking away at the miniature ants. One, then two, and even three, exploded. But with each explosion he became covered in more slime and slowed down even further.

As Agumon got more sticky, his combat abilities atrophied and it became increasingly difficult to fight off the miniature ants. He fell over again as they piled up on him and clung to his body, He struggled more, flailing, pulling them off of him desperately and failing to notice the approach of the giant mega ant.

His flailings were suddenly interrupted as the giant as it approached and dropped it's massive slime phallus right in front of him. Agumon stared at it fearfully, waiting for it to spurt slime all over him, but it didn't. Instead the ants on his body coordinated and started dragging him towards the goopy tip. He tried to grab onto the ground of impmon's palm but it was too smooth for him to do anything as the ants hauled him over to it and inserted him face first into the slit. Agumon flailed and stared through the transparent cock as the ant reared up and he found himself pointed downwards while the cock he was trapped inside of was pointing up. After a moment he felt a powerful throb and pulse around him and was suddenly hit in the face with a massive flow of the ant's goop.

Agumon was sent flying like a cannonball out of the ant's massive slime dick and found himself sailing through the air, away from Impmon's palm, and past Impmon's grinning face. Impmon's eyes tracked him as he sailed across in an arc and down again past Impmon's palm. On the way down he could see the arena, the ants, and how small he had been.

"Nice fail, chump!" He heard impmon saying as he sailed down past Impmon's hand, and found himself landing face first on the challenge tile this challenge had started on. He lay there, feeling defeated, but he also felt a burning frustration inside of him at how unfair and humiliating that whole experience was.

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Impmon snerked, "Well! Since you failed that there challenge, You got a penalty!" Impmon reached over and grabbed a card from a new stack that Agumon hadn't noticed before, and read it over. "Ooo, you gotta go back to the closest previous challenge space. Ha! Serves you right, too."

Agumon groaned. Impmon grabbed him as he lay there and took him back several spaces, dropping him on a new challenge space, then pulled a card from the challenge deck. Impmon read it over, laughed, and put it into the slot. Agumon glanced up, reading 'Foothills'. He knew it must be a pun. Everything seemed to be with Impmon.

The tile dropped out from under him, and he knew he'd find out shortly. He was so tired and resigned that he didn't even give a yelp this time. That and he was becoming used to the way that Impmon was treating him.

The first thing to hit him was an incredible foot stench. He gagged and covered his nose for a few moments, coughing at the eye-watering smell. Then the lights came on, and he looked up to see a large yellow wall rising up in front of him, capped with three obelisks. He stared at it, and connected the stench to the wall, it was probably a huge smelly foot.

Impmon's voice rang out over an amplifier, "Okay AguMITE, your task is to climb Hawkmon's big smelly foot! If you fail, you'll get another penalty. Who knows, maybe you'll have to go back to the beginning!" Impmon cackled, "Now get movin!"

Agumon sighed, knowing that complying was the path of least resistance. He examined the heel in front of him and down at his rubbery hands. He sighed again and started scrabbling up on the sparse handholds offered by the scales on the bird digimon's foot. It was slow going and difficult. The smell didn't help any as he panted, his eyes watering and blurry, forcing him to feel his way up cautiously, which was difficult. He felt himself slip a little but carefully maintained his grip once the slip stopped and worked his way up again, approaching the middle of Hawkmon's towering foot.

He felt it shift beneath him as Hawkmon reacted to his presence, forcing him to stop and cling for a few moment. It settled shortly and he resumed his climb, looking up to see he had a fair distance to go. He grunted and pauses for a minute to try and catch his breath, which was difficult with the intense odor permeating the air around him, and burning his lungs, making breathing a difficult endeavour. He rested there for a few moments, but then heard Impmon shouting at him,

"Don't make me put up a timer or somethin', get moving!"

Agumon sighed, and resumed climbing, grumbling to himself as he saw the top of the foot approaching with some distance to go, still. He heard Hawkmon chuckle, probably feeling a light tickle from the presence of the tiny Agumon climbing up his sole. Above he watched the claws spreading and shifting about in response to the felt presence. He found himself dearly hoping that Hawkmon would sit mostly still.

He had to keep stopping periodically due to the periodic shifts, and it took some time, but he finally climbed up between two of Hawkmon's claws and collapsed in exhaustion.

"Heh, yeah good job or somethin'" Impmon 'praised' the Agumon mite. He was returned to the game board where he found Impmon putting the dice next to him again,

"Your roll, Squirt."

Agumon sighed as he looked at the dice, at the Impmon smirking down at him, at the indeterminable length of the winding game board path with the humiliation and challenge spaces, and wondered if it would be worth it. How long would he have to play this? Was there an end? Would he ever make it?

Augmon picked up a die and gave it heave...