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Digimon Defenders

Chapter 7: The Cult

Time passed, and the Defenders kept the peace over the next several months. Things were quiet, with no sign of Devidramon or his minions or any of the usual troublemakers. This was troubling for Gatomon, as she continued to have strange, vague dreams about her clone, BlackGatomon. She rarely remembered the details of the dreams, but they always left her roiling with a wide range of confused and muddled emotions.

This day was no exception as Gatomon slowly rose back to consciousness. Little remained of her dreams but a few hazy, fleeting images. She vaguely remembered sitting with BlackGatomon on the beach of a lake, or maybe the ocean... and she just talked while the other feline listened, occasionally asking questions. She even remembered managing to make the black-furred feline laugh. She tried to remember the topic, but the dream slipped away as her mind awakened from slumber.

The first thing she became aware of was that her vagina was stuffed wide with something warm, hard, and pulsing. Her cock was stiff, and surrounded by tightness and heat. Another pair of stiff rods throbbed against her face, drooling pre into her fur. Gatomon wasn't surprised; after a night of pleasure with Gazi, Pata, and Vee, the three boys and girl had passed out with each other. Vee's morning erections pulsed and dripped as he snored loudly. Gazi and Pata moaned softly in their slumber, their hips twitching. Gatomon grinned as she opened her eyes to the sight of the two pink dragon-cocks in her face.

Her length throbbed as she glanced down to see it buried between Pata's tight, golden buttocks. Gazi's balls jiggled below as his hips thrust in his sleep, his fuzzy penis tickling her walls.

Gato was not going to pass up an opportunity like this. Purring happily as golden sunlight warmed her fur as it poured in through the window, she gently gripped Pata's hips. Pushing him, she drew her hips back until only the head of her cock remained inside. Slowly, carefully, she pulled him back, hissing softly through her teeth as her penis sank into his soft rump. Pata groaned in his sleep, his stiff cock pulsing eagerly.

The movement caused Gazi's cock to slide within her, his fuzz tickling her sensitive walls and clitoris. Her muscles spasmed involuntarily, clenching tightly around his erection, which made his fuzz tickle more. It was a vicious circle of pleasure. Gazi began to pump his hips in his sleep, grunting softly.

Satisfied that Gazi's mating instincts would do most of her work for her, Gatomon turned her attention to Vee's penises. She growled quietly as she leaned low and slid her rough, sandpapery tongue over his swollen scrotum. She worked with immense care, trying not to wake the slumbering dragon. She slurped over each of his four testicles, then up his sheath and towards the tip of his lower cock. At the tip of his long, stiff length, she swirled her tongue inside his foreskin. She was rewarded for her efforts as both penises jumped and flexed, splattering her face and ears with precum.

Reaching around Pata with her free hand, she began to caress his length as she pounded into him. Her nipples rubbed into the incredibly soft fur of his back, sending shocks of delight into her. The child whimpered as his cock drooled over her gloved paw, soaking the fabric. As Gatomon stroked his foreskin up and down over his fat head, she grinned as she felt his peculiar anatomical quirk begin.

The muscles of Patamon's groin began to twitch and spasm rapidly and randomly. His penis jerked about at first, but as the spasms increased in speed, his cock seemed to settle. The hyper-rapid muscle twitches caused his penis to seem to vibrate like one of Pal's sex toys. Gatomon giggled to herself, feeling Pata's penis thrum in her paw with enough force for her to feel it up to her shoulder. Inside her, it would drive Gatomon to intense and repeated orgasms even without him thrusting at all.

Unfortunately right now, in her palm, it only had the effect of making her arm go very slightly numb. Still, Gatomon continued to pump his flesh, even as her barbs trailed inside the boy, tickling him with every time she drew her hips back. Gazi's claws gripped her hips as he pounded against her, his body on autopilot as he continued to snore loudly. Vee's cocks pulsed at almost a foot in length each, spilling gouts of syrupy fluid into Gato's fur, drenching her face.

Still asleep, the three boys had no self-control, no ability to hold back. Pata let out a soft coo of ecstasy as his penis jumped in Gatomon's grip. Thick spouts of hot metallic gold semen burst into the air, arcing across the room. He cried out as he came, his tight rear clenching around Gato's penis. His spunk hit the far wall, his large testicles churning as they pumped golden cum out into the air.

Gato groaned and arched her back, pressing herself deep inside him as her own erection convulsed. She erupted with incredible force, her semen backwashing back out of him and over her thighs. The stark white fluid glowed with a shimmering blue light. She moaned into Pata's neck, shuddering from head to toe as she spurted deep inside the boy, flooding him with cum. Her nectar flooded down her thighs as her inner walls clamped down on Gazi tighter than ever.

Gazi's eyelids fluttered open slowly just as he growled instinctively and buried himself to the hilt inside Gato. His grunts of pleasure took on a confused quality as he looked around in complete disorientation, even as his balls drew tight against his swollen flesh. Smoky grey semen flooded Gato's depths in incredible amounts as Gazi threw his head back, his long ears flopping back. He huffed and groaned, feeling his spunk boil up his length and burst out into her repeatedly. He mumbled incoherently as he gripped Gato's hips, pulling himself to her as he felt the repeated rush of ecstasy with each powerful ejaculation.

Vee echoed his moans as he achieved his climax. His four testicles jiggled visibly as they began to unleash their burden. Vee's lower penis was buried deep in Gato's muzzle as it rippled, and thick blue cream flooded her mouth. His other cock jumped, splashing her right between the eyes with a powerful rope of bright blue goo. She gasped in joy, swallowing as fast as she could to keep up with his orgasm, but most of his spunk spilled down her chin. The twin-cocked dragon boy's eyes slowly opened as he groaned groggily, the sheer amount of pleasure awakening him from sleep.

Gato purred softly as she thrust into Pata, giggling as his stomach swelled outward. He groaned, rubbing his stomach as he felt the feline's semen flood him, sloshing around. Gatomon herself was in a similar state, looking as if she had eaten a very large meal. Gazi's penis pulsated inside her, and she could feel the surges of hot goo rushing inside her. She gulped loudly, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of milky blue dragoncum. Vee always sprayed incredible amounts by nature, but since Succubimon had given him a second penis, his output had doubled. His other length glazed her face and hair, splashing her white fur and dripping down her chest.

"Nngh... G'morning, Gato..." Gazi sighed, pulling his hips back. His penis slipped free of her, accompanied by a rush of hot thick cum. He gripped his wet cock, squeezing his foreskin up and down over his tip as he slung ropes of grey cum over her back.

"Aah! G-Gato! Pull out already! I'm... I'm gonna be dripping for hours!!!" whimpered Pata. Gato obliged him, laying back on the bed as she gripped her own length, spurting high into the air. Pata moaned and turned around to begin masturbating beside Gazi, helping to coat her front. Grey, gold, and blue-glowing white semen pooled in her fuzzy tummy, splattering her muff.

"Guh... Gato, do y-you HAVE to do this every morning? I'm not complaining about... the orgasm... but... nnahhh! But just how hard it is to scrub... our cum outta your fur..." Vee asked, thrusting his hips against Gato's face, before he pulled free to join the other boys in soaking her. Swirls of bright vivid blue joined the gold, grey, and shimmering white as he pumped both of his lengths in time with his spurts.

"I was thirsty, and I get cranky without my morning 'milk!' You know that!" Gato giggled.

"Besides. It's not like anything has been going on lately! We'll have tons of time to get 'er clean... and dirty, and then clean again!" Gazi said with a mischievous grin.

At that moment, the four Digimon noticed their Brands turn bright red and a loud, high chime sounded.

"Urk..." Gato groaned, a large drop of sweat rolling down her semen-drenched face, "...Gazi, I know you're still a newbie, but... lesson one: never, ever say anything like that. You jinxed us."

"Yeah. The minute you comment on how uneventful things are, that's the minute things will get eventful in the worst way," Vee agreed, glaring at Gazi.

"I'll try and stall so you can take a shower, Gato..." Pata sighed, stroking his last spurts of cum into a towel. The feline sighed and shook her head, as Vee and Gazi scrambled to get the shampoo and soap.

*******

A crackling circle of energy erupted as the Data Transfer completed. Wind rushed out, displaced by the new mass that had just been transported into place. The light faded into shimmering sparks, revealing Gato and her small team of Defenders. Vee, Biyo, and Gabu stood behind her, looking about.

"G-Gato, you know you've still got s-some blue and gold stuff d-dripping behind your ear..." Biyo whispered softly, her cheeks burning crimson. She plucked a feather from her ruff and used it to wipe away the leftover semen. Gato coughed and mumbled a thank you, before trying to get back in a leadership mindset.

"Reports say that this village stopped communicating four hours ago. Local investigation found the entire town abandoned," she said, frowning as she walked forward, the rest of the team following.

"The WiFi Archipelago is too small and too close to File Island to have its own Defenders base. It's our jurisdiction," Gabu said, tapping at a few holographic screens projected from his Brand.

"Our mission is to investigate the disappearance and locate the villagers. If they're in danger, we rescue them. We're the initial scouts. When the villagers are found, teams 2 and 3 are on standby for backup," Gato explained, "Biyo, go for it."

Biyo shrugged the rifle case she carried higher onto her shoulder, before giving a quick salute. Flapping her arms, she leapt into the air, soaring high above and gaining altitude. Gato, Vee, and Gabu watched her for a minute, before continuing on.

The avian was the Defenders' best scout. Her eyesight was unmatched, and despite her general timidity and shyness, Biyo was fearless in soaring over enemy territory to report to her friends. She also happened to be an amazing sniper, though she preferred not to use her weapon if possible.

Banking into a thermal, Biyo settled into a slow, lazy flight pattern that circled over the town. She could easily keep flying for hours like this with minimal effort. She gazed down at the town, trying to get a sense of the layout.

"It's a pretty small town... About... 30 houses, with a single general store, and a town square..." Biyo said, knowing her Brand would pick up the speech and transmit it to her friends, "It's laid out in kind of a circular pattern. Should be pretty easy to search."

The bird took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Tucking her arms back, she dropped into a dive, wind buffeting her about as she streaked down towards the town. After a few seconds, she opened her wings as wide as she could. The air caught her feathers, stopping her fall and turning the dive into a controlled soar as she took a slightly closer look at the town.

"...No one's there. No sign of life. The town is entirely still..." she murmured.

"Keep watch. We're approaching the outskirts now," Gato's voice replied.

"Will do!" Biyo chirped, banking back towards the thermal to regain altitude.

******

The search was fruitless. The town seemed to have been completely abandoned. There was food left on tables, objects dropped about where their owners left them, but no signs of a struggle. There wasn't any sign that anyone had used an attack or fought. It was just as if everyone had dropped what they were doing and wandered off.

Gato frowned as she picked up a doll off the ground, looking around as if she might catch a glimpse of its owner playing hide-and-seek somewhere. They had been looking for clues for an hour, but there was nothing.

"I've seen stuff like this before... Never stops getting creepy," Gabu remarked, crossing his arms as he stepped behind her.

"Any ideas, then?" Gato asked, glancing over at the lizard-wolf.

"Three options: A Digimon deleted everyone in the town instantly without any struggle or leaving any evidence, all at the same time. Possible, extremely unlikely. Let's not entertain that one until we're certain they're gone," Gabu said, thoughtfully, "Second, they walked off in unison. To move an entire village like this would be difficult. Too difficult, and a Data Transfer would have left traces. Meaning they're still nearby, or there will be signs of where they went nearby."

"And third?" Gato asked.

"...Aliens. They were abducted," Gabu said, smirking playfully. Gato rolled her eyes and tapped sparks on her Brand, opening a holowindow that displayed a layout of the town and surrounding region. Using a claw tip, she drew on the window.

"Biyo. Sending you a search pattern," Gato said, professionally. Her Brand glowed as it transmitted the information.

"Got it! I'll begin now. Just give me a... ACK!!" Biyo said, before her transmission cut off with a squawk. Gato immediately whipped around to look up into the sky. The pink-feathered bird was plummeting out of the sky, falling towards the ground at terminal velocity. Gato reacted without thought, pouncing forward as fast as she could, bounding on all fours as she launched herself forward twenty feet at a time. She grit her teeth, performing calculations in her head, estimating what she needed to do...

And then she leapt as hard as she could. Kicking off the ground with as much force as her small, but powerful body could muster, she soared high into the air. She stretched out, reaching as she slammed into Biyo in midair. Tumbling, she cushioned the bird with her own body, reacting purely on instinct. She hit the ground hard, but rolled with the impact, diffusing the force into the ground. If nothing else, Gato was still a feline, and felines were experts at landing from heights unharmed.

She tumbled and rolled several more times, tucking Biyo's head against her chest to try and keep her safe before coming to a stop. Panting, Gato looked down at her friend. The bird was unconscious, her chest rising and falling slowly. A dart stuck out from the feathers of her chest. Gato frowned and immediately rose into a defensive position...

But then she felt something sharp pierce her neck. An icy fire spread through her veins. She scrabbled at her neck and pulled a similar dart free. It fell from her paws as they went numb, unable to keep her grip. An incredible drowsiness overtook her, washing over her as she tried futilely to resist. Somewhere behind her, Gato heard yelps of pain from Vee and Gabu, and then their bodies hitting the ground. She joined them a moment later, slumping forward as she could do nothing but surrender to a deep, dreamless sleep.

*****

Gato grunted, coming back to consciousness slowly. Her head was fuzzy and her thoughts came slow and muddled, as if echoing from miles away. It took her several minutes before she remembered her name, then another minute before she remembered who she was and what she was doing before she passed out. She realized that she had been drugged somehow, as even a blow to the head would not have left her this dazed and confused. She recognized the symptoms, having been drugged before.

After a moment of simply resting, trying to gather herself together, Gato made the herculean effort to open her eyes and try to find out where she was. After her eyes finally decided to focus properly, she found she was sitting in a dark stone room, which she assumed was some sort of basement. It was wet and damp and somehow all the sounds seemed muffled. Whether or not that was a side-effect of whatever Gato was drugged with or a property of the room was unclear.

Gato found herself sitting in a surprisingly comfortable chair, with deep, incredibly soft pillows that felt like she was sinking into a cloud. However, the arms of the chair also had metal clasps that locked her arms in place. Under normal circumstances, Gato was certain she could have ripped the restraints free with her superior strength, but it was then that she noticed a strange lightness on her tail. She blinked, flicking the tip, and frowned when she did not hear the familiar soft chiming. Her tailring was gone.

"Don't struggle, little kitty. You'll just hurt yourself," a voice suddenly spoke. Gato looked up to see a tall Digimon standing there, leaning against the wall... He had not been there a moment ago, she was certain of it. He was tall and humanoid, towering over her at around six feet tall. He wore garish clothing, like that of a clown, with a ruffled red shirt with long tails, puffy green pants marked with yellow eyes, and bright yellow boots. He wore a black and white mask over his face. Gato instantly recognized his species, if not this particular member of the race.

"PIEDMON!!!" she growled, instantly focusing through the drug-induced haze. The Piedmon blinked, looking surprised.

"...My, my! Someone seems to have something against me? Have we met?" he asked, leaning in to peer at the little feline.

"...No... No we haven't... I would have remembered someone with such... fierce eyes. But it certainly seems you have something against me..." Piedmon said after a moment.

"Lemme go. I'mma Defender!" Gato mumbled, her speech slurred. The Piedmon smirked.

"Not for long, my dear," the clown said ominously, "You see, you have stumbled upon something far bigger than you could have imagined. You aren't ready yet, but once we're done with you, you'll be happy with your new life. Your friends are already well on their way."

He snapped his fingers as figures cloaked in black robes seemed to materialize out of the shadows. They walked forward, moving with deliberate slowness as they surrounded the chair. Gato tried to struggle, but she was so tired, so dizzy.

The cloaked figures worked, picking up pieces off of a table nearby and beginning to assemble a contraption around Gato. It seemed to be some sort of railing that circled the chair, powered by some sort of clockwork. An old-fashioned lantern was placed on the rail. Gato, despite her dazed state, could see from how quickly the device was assembled, that the cloaked Digimon had practice at it.

One figure, nearly half the size of the others, stepped forward. The tiny one stepped up on a step stool and began sliding a series of clamps into place on the headrest of the chair. As it finished, the tiny Digimon glanced over at Gato. She caught the briefest glimpse of gold eyes that shimmered out from beneath the shadowy hood, looking back at her with something like sorrow and sympathy. Gato wanted to say something, to ask something, but her tongue was numb and the tiny one turned away.

"This won't hurt. In fact, the more you relax, the more you will enjoy it..." Piedmon hissed, smirking, "I'll be back later to check on you. I leave you in these loyal servants' capable hands."

One of the cloaked Digimon lit the lantern. With a surprisingly loud noise, the wick ignited into a bright blue-green flame that reminded Gato of the color of the tropical ocean outside.

Gato struggled as the clamps slid down on either side of her head. The lamp lowered before her eyes, beginning to slide along the track. With her position, all she could do was watch as the flickering flame passed in front of her narrow field of vision slowly, once every two seconds exactly. The ticking of the clockwork echoed off the stone walls, seeming to fill the room, and the crackle and whoosh of the flames turned into a dull roar.

In Gato's inebriated state, the blue-green flames left streaks of light across her vision, blinding her to the rest of the room. She felt like the room was tilting, as if she were on a boat tossed by rough seas. The feline moaned weakly and tried to wiggle free of her bonds, but they were as solid as anything she had ever felt. Even if she had her Holy Ring and her full strength, she wasn't sure she could make them budge.

She became aware that the cloaked Digimon around her had begun to chant. They spoke multiple things at the same time, their voices blending together into a low, muddled throb that was nearly muffled by the clockwork and flames. Gato couldn't pick out any specific thing they were saying, but it seemed to resonate deep inside her mind. Words bubbled up from the depth of her subconscious: "Obey. Sleep. Forget. Obey. Sex. Arousal. Sleep. Obey. Forget."

Gato groaned again, trying to drown out the voices, but it did not help. She was completely disoriented. Between the flames, the noise, the drug, she completely lost track of time and awareness.

Soon... She found herself repeating the words: "...Sleep... Obey... Forget... Sex... Obey..."

At some point, Gato realized that her arms and legs had been released. She could have stood up and freed herself at any time she wanted. She could have left without any resistance... But she couldn't focus, couldn't concentrate or muster the willpower to stand. Time passed away, and she could do nothing but watch the cyan flames flicker and shimmer...

*****

After several hours, Gato was completely limp in her bonds. If not for the straps holding her head in place, the girl would have slumped forward. Her big blue eyes were blank and empty, staring vacantly into space. Her hands, legs, and tail lay completely flaccid and unmoving, even as her chest rose and fell slowly. The only part of her body that was not limp was her phallus, which stood proud from her hips. Thick, clear, syrupy fluid leaked from the head, splashing into a large puddle on the floor before the chair. She shuddered every now and then, as her penis jumped and fired off a burst of precum onto the floor.

"Sex... Sleep... Obey... Forget..." she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper. The girl shuddered from head to toe as she splashed precum against her chest.

One of the cloaked Digimon entered the room, smirking as he said, "Well, well. Looks like we're coming along nicely... The drugs should have worn off about two hours ago... and the others in the room stopped chanting quite a while ago..."

"Obey..." Gato muttered, appearing to take no notice of his presence. Reaching up, the Digimon lifted the lantern rail up toward the ceiling. It slid up on its suspension smoothly, freeing Gato from its confines.

"Can you hear me?" he asked. Its voice was high and nasal, and seemed to burble oddly.

"I can..." Gato murmured, staring blankly somewhere over the Digimon's shoulder.

"Good... What is your name?" he inquired.

"...G... Gah... Gato..." the feline mumbled. It took her several tries to remember her name, but after a moment she managed to retrieve the information.

"No, no, no. That won't do... Your memories are an energy inside you. Your willpower is another energy. All of it is nasty. It is painful. You don't want memories or willpower, when it makes you so uncomfortable, do you?" the Digimon asked, his barely-visible mouth quirked into a faint grin.

"...N-No..." Gato groaned. She clutched her head, moaning in pain as she could feel her memories and willpower causing her pain and discomfort. She wanted to get rid of them, but she did not know how.

"Feel all of them slowly drain down your body. They're sliding, slipping, spiralling down through you. You can feel them deep inside you, can't you? They're pooling down in your penis. They're a pressure. They're heavy and achy and just so uncomfortable. You just have to get rid of them," the Digimon purred, his voice echoing deep in Gatomon's thoughts.

"...Get... rid of them..." Gato repeated. She groaned, feeling that pressure build deep inside her loins, that ache and heaviness. She thrust her hips upward, spouting precum into her own face. She normally would have flinched at the splatter of warm fluid, but she barely noticed.

"That pressure is building. All your nasty memories, all your awful thoughts, all your evil willpower. It's all in your cock. It's drooling out right now. It's all over your stomach and your face already... but you still have so much left to get rid of. And when I snap my fingers, you're going to spurt all of those thoughts, willpower, and memories out, leaving you utterly, totally empty," said the figure under the hood with a confidence coming from practice. He had said these words before and they flowed with ease.

"...Spurt... thoughts... memories... be empty..." Gato echoed, her mind accepting the words as truth.

"Good girl... Empty girls will be happy girls. You WANT to be empty, don't you? You want all your nasty thoughts and memories to spurt out your penis so you can be happy, right?" he asked.

"...Yes... empty.... happy..." Gato panted, thrusting into the air more desperately. Her cock was rigid, throbbing, and aching. Pre oozed from the tip like a faucet. Her body was tense as she pumped her hips desperately, her cock bobbing about. Her claws dug into the seat's arms as she trembled, her toes curled tight, thighs shuddering.

"Thoughts and memories are bad. Obedience is good. When you empty out all those thoughts and memories, obedience will replace it," the Digimon said.

"Obedience..." Gato whimpered through gritted teeth, the pressure near unbearable.

"Then go," the Digimon said, smirking. He snapped his fingers.

Gatomon yowled loudly as her orgasm broke. She arched her back without once ever having touched her penis. A thick, hot jet of semen burst from the tip, firing with enough force to splatter messily across the ceiling high above. She moaned and cried, trembling in purest ecstasy as her shaft convulsed. Her cock rippled visibly as it pumped burst after burst of hot, glowing goo into the air. The thick, white cream shimmered with a faint blue light as it splashed over her fur, landing with a loud messy splatter against the dark grey stone of the walls and ceiling.

But it was more than just an orgasm. It was a cleansing, a draining. As she had been commanded, Gato was spurting out all of her thoughts, gushing out all of her memories, and ejaculating all of her willpower. All of these nasty, awful things that had made her so uncomfortable bursted from the tip of her penis and ended up in thick, gooey puddles on the floor.

Her inner walls clenched tight, her pelvic muscles rippling and clenching rhythmically as her nectar spilled onto the chair. Her tail lashed behind her as she bucked her hips upward, pumping into the air violently. She whimpered and cried helplessly, feeling her mind rushing out of her cock, bursting in powerful jets of catspunk on the floor. It dripped down her length, coating her stomach in a sticky glaze.

Every ejaculation made her mind more and more empty. It became harder to think, harder to be aware. Her memories blasted from the head of her penis, her childhood gone. She couldn't remember what she had done last week. Everything just seemed to pool in the base of her shaft, waiting to be gushed out.

The orgasm was an immense one that lasted for several minutes, and as each gush fired off, the feline's eyelids drooped lower and lower. Her moans weakened, getting quieter. Her body shuddered and trembled as strong as before, but with less control.

Gato slumped forward as her orgasm slowed. She went limp from head to toe, her ears drooping, her tail laying limp. Her erection remained stiff as before, though it pulsed and throbbed less insistently. A steady flow of semen spilled down from the head of her penis, pouring down her pink flesh to coat her fuzzy vulva. A line of drool ran down her chin.

"...What is your name?" the hooded Digimon asked after a moment.

"..." Gatomon answered with silence, staring at the ground blankly.

"What is your name?" the Digimon repeated, more insistently. Gatomon blinked sleepily and slowly lifted her head. It lolled about on her neck, her eyes half-lidded.

"...I... don't know..." she answered after several moments.

"What is your job?" the cloaked one asked.

"...I don't know," Gatomon replied, her voice utterly dull and empty.

"Where do you live?"

"I don't know," Gatomon answered, her penis still twitching as semen drooled from its tip.

"What DO you know?"

"....Nothing," Gatomon said after several moments. It was true. She had no thoughts running through her head. She could not think, even if she had wanted to. She was empty. She was blank. She was nothing.

"What is your purpose?"

"...Obey," Gatomon said simply. This was not simply a mindless recital. This was an honest answer. Her only purpose in existence was to be told what to do.

"Those were the answers I was looking for," the Digimon sighed happily. He pulled his hood down, revealing a truly hideous visage beneath. The creature looked like an octopus or an alien. It was tall, about seven feet in height, but almost a third of that was its head. The top of its head was large and bulbous, a sickly purple color, tinged with orange. It was wrinkled like a brain and pulsated randomly. Wires and cables attached to seemingly random places. The brain tapered off into a disturbingly thin face, with humongous, bulging yellow eyes with crimson slitted pupils. Its body was a stick, so thin that it seemed structurally incapable of supporting the bulk of its massive cranium. Its arms were equally disturbing: heavily muscled and bulging and ending in three-fingered hands. Each finger was tipped with a long ragged yellow fingernail. Its lower body trailed off into a mass of tentacles.

"I am Vademon. I am this organization's reprogramming expert. I hope that after I am done with you, little kitten, that you will be happy here..." the alien Digimon burbled, smirking as Gato continued to stare somewhere over his shoulder.

"Now that you are all empty, it is time to fill you again... and teach you everything you will need to know from now on..." Vademon hissed, sidling up to the chair. With no preamble, two of his tentacles slithered up, reared back like angry serpents, then plunged forward. They penetrate Gato's large ears, making her gasp in shock.

She "eek"-ed and "urk"-ed as the slimy, rubbery lengths worked deeper and deeper inside her head, tiliting her neck this way and that. Then, her eyes went as wide as dinner plates as she gave a low, long groan. The tentacles were touching her very mind.

"Now... let's begin..." Vademon said. His tentacles began to ripple, bulging as something pumped up their lengths into the girl's ears.

Gato's reaction was instantaneous. Her eyes rolled up in her head until the pupils were barely visible. She convulsed and foamed at the mouth, as if in the midst of a grand mal seizure. Her penis jumped and began to fire off once more, pumping gushes of hot, rich kittycum into the air. She sprayed off with even more force than before, painting the far wall with lashes of semen.

Vademon penetrated her with more orange, rubbery tentacles, plunging into her mouth, her rear, her cleft. They began to pulsate and moments later, thick green slime leaked out from the kitten's holes. The alien Digimon pumped the tentacles in and out of Gato's quivering holes, but strangely, he seemed to draw no pleasure from it. His expression was that of a mixture of concentration and mild boredom.

After a minute or two, Vademon retracted the one in her mouth. Gatomon coughed, translucent, viscous green ooze running down her chin. He shoved the tentacles in her ears a little deeper. Gatomon gave a strangled noise, her eyes still rolled up in her head. With awkward, jerky motions, she began to manipulate sparks of light on her Brand.

"Gato! Are you okay? You went incommunicado!" Goma's voice called, worriedly.

"I... am fine. Akk. I... went radio sil-ENT. We are... tracking... urk.. the missing villagers... nnnnow. We... will be off the grid... for a few days," Gato said, her head jerking about as she spoke.

"...Are you okay? You sound... weird. What's that squishing noise?" Goma asked.

"...Stressed OUT. Havinnnng sex to... relieve pressure. Nyah. Think more clearly," Gato grunted, the words forced out of her muzzle.

"...And you decided to call me while in the middle of getting railed by Vee, Gabu, and Biyo? Geez, Gato, I thought you didn't mix missions and pleasure!" Goma said.

"Forgot... to call... UN-til nowwww. Tracking... the villagers... has been frustrating. G-G-Gotta... Kuh. Gotta go. G-Gonna cum.... No talk-INNNG... until we rescue the village... from perps..." Gato stammered, the words spilling out of her muzzle without any input from her mind.

"Okay. We'll put Team One on radio silence. Just be sure to get in touch when you find them!" Goma said. With that, Gatomon cut off the communication channel. Vademon smirked and shoved the tentacle back into her muzzle.

"Like a puppet on a string..." he sighed. With that, he returned to concentrating, even as Gatomon writhed. The feline moaned around the tentacle, continuing to splatter herself with her own semen. The green alien slime poured out of her. It leaked out of her ears, dribbling down her cheeks as the creature flooded her mind.

But it wasn't just slime that filled her mind, it was information.... knowledge...

******

Gato awoke with a start, bolting upright in her cot. She immediately regretted that movement as blinding pain streaked through her skull. She moaned and leaned forward, burying her face into her gloved paws, waiting for the migraine to subside. It took several minutes, but eventually Gato managed to open her eyes.

She laid in her cot in her bare stone room. The room was lit by a single bare lightbulb hanging above. There was no other furniture, save for a hook on which her black cloak hung, and a small alcove.

Gatomon frowned slightly, feeling something leaking out of her ears. Grabbing a rag from beside her cot, she stopped up the thick grass-green gel that oozed out. Gato tossed aside the rag carelessly. It was of no concern. It was normal.

Climbing out of her cot, Gatomon ignored her throbbing erection, walking over to grab her cloak and slip it on over her shoulders. It was sized perfectly for her, and she pulled the hood down over her face.

With that done, she turned to the alcove and dropped to her knees. She gazed up adoringly at a statue that stood within. Roughly hewn from obsidian, the jet black statue was an amorphous shape of round amoeboid blobs and sharp jagged spikes. A candle hidden somewhere inside the statue caused flickering red light to shine through the volcanic glass, making it seem almost alive. Two large rubies were embedded in the statue, and the candle's light shined through, making them glow and shimmer malevolently.

Gatomon prostrated herself before the statue, bowing her forehead to the floor. She muttered quietly, reciting words that she would swear she had known her whole life... but which in reality she had only learned hours ago.

"Oh, great Demon Digimon Belialmon. I hereby dedicate my life and soul to your everlasting darkness..."

******

BlackGatomon parried a bullet with her claws, sending it ricocheting away. She whirled, her steely claws cleaving clean through the rifle aimed at her face. A follow-up swipe struck the wielder of the weapon, cuffing him to the floor. She snarled, slashing down...

But stopped, her claws mere millimeters from the Gotsumon's face. She hissed, her green eyes blazing for a moment... before she stepped back.

"...You can live. Get out of my sight," she snarled. The rock Digimon yelped and scrambled up the side of the pit, dashing away as fast as it could.

Impmon watched from above, frowning as the ebony feline looked around the fallen Digimon around her. Twenty entered to try to kill her, all armed with weapons. Three minutes later, all were down... but all were alive.

Three months had passed since BlackGato had returned to Devidramon's lair. The feline had changed immensely since then. The first, and most inconsequential change was that she no longer answered to "BlackGatomon." She insisted on being called by Impmon's nickname for her, "BG."

Her personality had changed. She had matured from the innocent, naive, and murderous kitten. It had started small, with BlackGato showing a sudden reluctance to kill. She no longer slaughtered people around her for the slightest provocation. On missions, she spared innocent Digimon, and only killed in self-defense and when absolutely necessary. When questioned about her newfound reluctance to murder, BlackGato's only explanation was, "I don't wanna."

The rest of the changes came slower, but were no less profound. BlackGato's wide-eyed innocence slipped away, revealing a sharp and cunning young woman beneath. Her humor became dryer, but less cruel. It wasn't until recently, but Impmon noticed that he had not seen a genuine smile on her face in weeks. She smirked, she grinned, but she never smiled any more.

One thing that had not changed was BlackGato's attraction to Impmon. In fact, the connection between them had only grown stronger. Like the girl's smile, it took Impmon a long while to realize that despite being notoriously promiscuous before, and indeed outright slutty, she had not had sex with anyone other than him in almost two months. Again, when queried about her newfound monogamy, her response was the same: "I don't wanna."

The feline leapt from the bottom of the pit straight out to the side, a nearly fifteen foot vertical leap. She sighed and stretched lazily, her long tail swishing behind her.

"Good workout?" Impmon asked, watching her.

"No. I couldn't even get my heart rate up. What a waste of my time," she groused grumpily, cracking her knuckles loudly.

"I know somethin' that might get that heart a-pumpin'..." Impmon smirked, sliding his hand down between her legs, gripping her sheath. The feline moaned and shuddered, her body responding to his touch immediately. Her sheath swelled back against his palm, her inner thighs dampening.

"Ah, Impy, c'mon... I'm not really in the mood..." she mumbled half-heartedly. Impmon smirked and leaned in, kissing her neck, suckling on the fur. BlackGato groaned and arched her back involuntarily.

"C'mon, kitty-cat. You haven't had an orgasm in almost six hours. It's no wonder you're grumpy..." Imp whispered in her hear, his gloved hand gripping the base of her tail, the most sensitive part of her body. She mewled and moaned, gasping as he twirled her around, pushing her back against the wall gently.

They both knew that if she really did not want it, there was little he could do to make her do anything. Of the two of them, BlackGato was easily more than five times stronger than him, closer to ten. But a little token resistance had become part of their relationship. Impmon knew the days he had to fear her taking his head off after a round of sex were long over.

He pressed his sheath to hers, the head of his penis already swollen and pushed free into the air. Hers joined his a moment later as he gently rocked back and forth. Imp huffed softly as he leaned in to kiss BlackGato on her lips gently, his cockhead pressing against hers in a crude imitation of the kiss.

"Nng. C'mon, Impy..." she sighed, her green eyes half-lidded with pleasure, "Someone could see us..." This was a rather obvious bluff. No one dared come into Devidramon's fighting pit when BlackGato was in there for practice, for fear of their life. Even with her new, more gentle disposition, her reputation kept everyone far from her.

"Nope. Not lettin' you go anywhere until you blow your load, BG. When you're backed up, you don't think clearly," Imp replied, smirking as he gripped her gently. He pulled her down onto the floor, ignoring her yelp of protest. He flipped around quickly, pushing his groin into her face. Her growl of annoyance trailed off into a moan of pleasure as he opened his mouth wide and engulfed her swelling penis. He slurped loudly, his tongue caressing up her growing length, making her cry out helplessly as she arched her back against him.

Sighing resignedly, BlackGato nuzzled against his length, opening her muzzle to slide her rough tongue along his violet testicles. His length stiffened to its full length quickly under her ministrations. She slurped loudly, rasping her tongue up the sensitive purple flesh. Impmon moaned softly around her cock, letting her know his appreciation. She murmured softly, bobbing her head softly as her long, ropelike tail flicked back and forth.

Imp released her penis and turned his attention to her vulva. Sticking his tongue out, he buried his face into her sopping wet, chubby mound. He slurped louder than was absolutely necessary, grinning as the feline's hips wiggled and squirmed. His tongue slid along her slit, flicking at the top to tickle her clitoris. BlackGato gasped and purred each time, her body shuddering as she pressed herself to the boy.

Imp's large shaft twitched as a jet of warm syrupy liquid flooded the black cat's mouth. The feline swallowed the gush of pre eagerly. She nursed at the head of his shaft like a baby with a bottle, sliding her tongue into his thick hood and around the glans. A moment later, her toes curled and she moaned softly as Impmon mimicked her movements upon her, coaxing a return shot of her pre that splashed his tongue. Her hips pressed forward as he slurped all the way from her vulva, up over her sheath, up each and every inch of her swollen length, then swirled around her fat, bulbous head.

She arched her back and gave a muffled yowl of ecstasy as her orgasm hit. Huffing through her little black nose, BlackGato closed her eyes. She felt a hot, burning ache boil up her penis, just before the entire length jerked and erupted. An incredible amount of hot, thick kitten-cum sprayed into Impmon's mouth, making his cheeks balloon out comically. He gulped rapidly, trying to keep up with the flow, but it was hopeless. Pearly white gel poured from the corners of his muzzle in a wet river, the liquid shimmering with a faint red glow.

Imp pumped his hips against BlackGato's lips a few more times before burying himself to the hilt. His heavy balls bounced off her nose before they tightened against his shaft. With a guttural grunt, his cock stiffened even further, the fat head swelled to almost twice its normal size under the foreskin. The entire length flexed as the first powerful jet of creamy, rich spunk struck the back of BlackGato's throat. Unlike Imp, she made no futile attempt to keep up with his climax. She swallowed her fill of sticky, tangy purple semen at a leisurely pace, letting it pour down her chin and over his balls. She massaged his big swollen orbs, reminding her of a pair of very oversized plums. They churned and contracted visibly as they pumped pints of milky, violet cum into her muzzle.

After each had drunk their fill from the other, they decoupled. Impmon flipped around and laid beside BlackGato, letting his penis rest against hers as they bucked and thrust into the air. Thick ropes of pearly, glowing white and thick, milky purple crisscrossed and swirled in BlackGato's fur, pooling in her navel and puddling on her completely flat chest. Despite herself, the feline found herself purring softly, particularly as Impmon gripped her firm cock and began to pump it in time with her spurts, using her cum as lube. His gushed against her thigh from his position, bursts ricocheting off to coat her vulva. He leaned down after a minute, taking her head into his mouth once more.

"Ahnnn..." BlackGato sighed, wiping sweat from her forehead as Impmon continued to nurse at her cock, gulping down mouthfuls of catcream.

"Feeling a little more cheerful now, BG?" Impmon asked lightly, smirking.

"No," the feline said flatly, making Impmon's face falter.

"Endorphins and a rush of testosterone and estrogen, pleasurable convulsions, and releasing built up seminal fluid is not going to be enough to improve my mood, Imp," BlackGato said, crossing her arms. Impmon had to remind himself for the hundredth time that despite everything, the girl was actually far smarter than he was.

"Then what IS? I mean, no offense, but you've been more serious than usual, girly," Imp said, sitting up as he continued to massage her erection gently, "I know ya better than anyone. Even your big, nasty dad."

"I'm... just not sure about what I am doing any more. Everything was so much simpler when I didn't think and just did what Father told me. But the more I see... and the more I think... the more trouble I'm having," BlackGato said after a minute of silence.

"Yeah. I admit, when I quit the Defenders, I was fed up with their rules, their holier-than-thou morality..." Impmon said, frowning, "But now I find myself regretting that choice sometimes..."

"And what really scares me... is that Arcadimon thing. Fatheruses it like a weapon, but... when it stares at me, I can feel it in my head. I don't understand what Father is doing with it..." BlackGato said, shuddering.

"Why don't we try to find out? C'mon," Impmon said, smiling as he grabbed BlackGato's hand. She yelped as he dragged her to her feet and led her out of the room.

******

The laboratory was silent this time of night. The only person BlackGato or Impmon noticed was the Dorumon assigned janitorial duty, mopping the floor. Ignoring him, they made their way to the Data Compiler in the back of the room. As always, the device was covered by a heavy tarp, hiding the massive glass tube from sight. However, they could hear the clicking of claws within.

Impmon nodded and walked over to a console nearby, turning it on and pulling up logs and data. BlackGato walked up to the tube and took a deep breath. Untying the tarp, she threw it back and gasped in horror and disgust.

Arcadimon had changed. No longer a sickly silver tadpole, it had grown and changed. Six feet tall, the creature had taken on a bipedal stance. Its skin had taken on a pink color, like that of exposed muscle tissue. It still glistened wetly as it stared back. BlackGato was vaguely reminded of a praying mantis looking at its general shape. Heavy, muscular arms ended in blood-red scythes that looked sharp enough to cleave electrons from atoms. It's chest was wide, marked with curved black stripes. It's legs were digitigrade, ending in a single insectoid claw over a foot long. Thin tentacles draped from its back amongst more ruby spikes.

As before, it's head was the worst part. Vaguely triangular in shape, two steel-grey wickedly sharp horns jutted almost a foot and a half back from the back of its skull. It had no mouth or nose. And it's eyes... it's eyes were all that remained the same. Slashes of black, voids darker than the deepest black hole in the depths of space, broken by an orb of burning sanguine red.

"It... Digivolved!" BlackGato gasped.

"I don't understand even a tenth of what I'm readin' here, BG, but it looks like your dear ol' pops has been bringin' victims to it... an' it's absorbing their data..." Impmon said, scrolling through the information.

"How many?" BlackGato asked.

"....Thousands," Impmon said slowly.

"It took quite a bit to trigger my metamorphosis to my next stage, but our Father was so kind in nurturing me. I am already exponentially stronger now that I am what you would call a 'Rookie.'. In fact, I believe I am not far off from becoming a Champion," a voice interjected. BlackGato gasped and wheeled about as Impmon charged his attack, summoning a sphere of explosive energy.

It was the Dorumon, smiling placidly as he stood. He leaned lazily against a piece of equipment. His eyes glowed strangely, and BlackGato saw a similar glow emanating from a spot in his chest.

"Oh, don't bother looking at him. I'm behind you. He is just a tool," the dragon said, his voice conversational. BlackGato blinked and glanced over her shoulder. Arkadimon lifted one of its scythes in a gesture that might have been a wave.

"What in Gennai's untrimmed nosehairs is goin' on here?" Impmon asked, looking back and forth as if unsure where to aim the attack in his hands.

"I realized that since I do not possess a mouth nor vocal cords, that I would need some method of communication for the day we would meet. Thankfully, this Dorumon proved to be quite stupid and gullible, and easy to lure into my grasp. Now, he is gone. He is part of me now," the Dorumon said.

"Wait... you are controlling him?" BlackGato asked.

"No, not quite. He is not under mind control. His mind no longer exists to control at all. He is me. I see through his eyes, hear through his ears. He is nothing but an extension of my consciousness," Dorumon explained, "And I have been waiting patiently for this chance to talk with you, BlackGatomon..."

"Me? Wh-what do you want with me?" she asked, disconcerted as both Dorumon and Arkadimon glared at her with an inscrutable expression.

"Everything. You are my sister. My father's child, my fellow created being, and my prototype. Is it not natural that I should wish to meet and talk?" Dorumon asked. Slowly, BlackGato backed away from the tank towards Impmon. Her fur was standing on end. Fear like she had never experienced coursed through her veins as ice water.

"But why... why not talk to Devidramon?" BlackGato asked.

"He is small-minded. He dreams of conquest, of ruling. I have no such desires. He thinks of me as a mindless weapon, and it is advantageous that I do not disabuse him of this notion," Arkadimon stated through Dorumon, "If he knew my true nature, he would attempt to destroy me. He has no desire for a weapon that can think for itself."

"An' what do YOU desire, then?" Impmon asked. Arkadimon's eyes shifted to him momentarily and he felt his heart drop into his stomach, fear gripping him so tightly that he couldn't move.

"A surprisingly intelligent question from a lesser being. I had not been led to believe you were capable of more than inane prattle before now. I shall have to reassess my plans for you," Arkadimon remarked lightly.

"Uh... thanks... or not?" Impmon said, distracted by trying to figure out if he had just been complimented or insulted.

"That said, I am not a fool. I will say nothing of my plans. All I will say is that I desire... unity..." Arkadimon said smoothly.

"...Unity..." BlackGato said, "...I think you could be a little more cryptic if you put some effort into it, you know."

"Sarcasm is beneath you, sister. You are far above such puerile forms of humor," the Dorumon chided.

"No, sounds just about right for me, actually," BlackGato said, narrowing her eyes, "And I'm getting fed up with this talk..."

"Yeah, I think it's well beyond time for us to go, toots," agreed Impmon, looking back and forth between the furry dragon and the monstrosity in the tube.

"I should apologize. I gave you the impression I was giving you the option to aid me. That was a faulty assumption. Sister, you will become one with me, as Dorumon is. As others have. Father has no idea how many of his servants are now actually me..." Arkadimon purred in an almost seductive tone of voice. Impmon finally seemed to swallow his fear and put himself between BlackGato and Arkadimon.

"Yo, I think yer forgettin' about me!" he growled, holding an explosive, smoking sphere of energy in each hand.

"No, I did not forget. I chose to ignore. There is a difference. You, I intend to eat. You will not provide much nourishment, energy, or knowledge, but every little bit helps..." Arkadimon stated bluntly, both his main body and Dorumon looking excruciatingly bored by his interruption.

"Heh. That's funny you think that. Funny story. I once was-- BADA BOOM!!!" he shouted in mid sentence, tossing one fireball at Dorumon, the other at Arkadimon's tube. There was a large explosion and deep black smoke billowed out in a thick opaque cloud. BlackGato could hear Dorumon choking and gasping for air, as Arkadimon screeched in rage. The sound was bone chilling, and BlackGato's tail tucked between her legs involuntarily. She yelped as Impmon grabbed her hand and dragged her away.

"That ain't gonna hold 'em for more than a second. We gotta go!" he said. They heard a crash from behind them as glass tinkled on the floor, followed by another high-pitched screech.

"Where are we gonna go?! You heard him! He's got others like Dorumon all over!!!" BlackGato asked, finally picking up the pace as she heard Dorumon and Arkadimon giving chase.

"Didn't think that far ahead! Defenders crisis training 101: focus one step at a time! Escape from the lab alive, THEN figure out further steps later!" Impmon said, chucking more BadaBoom fireballs over his shoulder without bothering to aim. BlackGato helped, grabbing glassware and tools, throwing them at anything she saw moving behind her. They both missed repeatedly, but every now and then a yelp of pain or an angry screech let them know they hit the target.

The lab door had a Digizoid alloy shutter that could slam shut in a quarter of a second, sealing the room off from the rest of the complex. The feline and the scamp ran as hard as they could, chests heaving, legs pumping.

"DINO TOOTH!" shouted the Dorumon, leaping ahead. It flew at Impmon, its teeth glowing with arcane energy. Impmon threw a fireball, but with a twist of its body, it evaded, closing in on his throat. Impmon was left off-balance, unable to dodge or get his guard up.

At the same time, Arkadimon pounced at BlackGato. Unlike Impmon, she was ready for it. She brought her claws up, already feeling the surge of power as she readied a Lightning Claw to meet it. The attack was the fastest in the entire Digital World. She would obliterate Arkadimon if she hit.

But then she realized that if she attacked, Impmon would surely die. She would reduce Arkadimon to a crimson mist, but at the same instant, Dorumon would rip out Impmon's throat. She had a choice. She could save Impmon, but give up her chance to destroy the abomination, or she could kill Arkadimon, but lose the only person she... considered a friend.

These thoughts flashed through her head at such a speed that the world seemed to slow to a crawl. Several months ago, the choice would have been easy. She would have annihilated Arkadimon and not had a second's regret over sacrificing Impmon to do it.

The choice was still easy.

"CAT'S EYE HYPNOSIS!" she shouted, changing attack protocol instantly. Her eyes glowed a bright, shimmering, whirling silver. Both Arkadimon and Dorumon were distracted for the briefest of moments, meeting her gaze. That briefest of moments was enough. The force of her stare hit them both like a hammer, instantly blanking Arkadimon's mind. BlackGato grabbed Impmon and threw him through the door, hitting the emergency seal button, and diving through after. She could hear Arkadimon's screech of rage as his claws scraped the impenetrable metal of the door.

"....You saved me," Impmon said, staring at her in awe.

"I couldn't completely hypnotize them... not with them both in motion and attacking like that. I just stunned them long enough for us to get out..." BlackGato explained, "I couldn't... Mmmph?!!!"

She gasped as Impmon put a hand against the back of her head and pulled her forward, pressing his lips to hers. Sparks blinded BlackGato and the room whirled around her. The feline felt a heat rush to her groin as her sheath swelled and her thighs dampened. An entirely unrelated heat settled in her chest and flushed her cheeks red even through her black fur. She wondered what the name of this new, exciting emotion was, certain that her white-furred counterpart would have known.

"I would thank you to take your hands off my property, Impmon..." a booming bass voice rumbled, shaking the hallway.

"Father..." BlackGato said, pulling away from Impmon as she climbed back to her feet.

"Devidramon..." growled Impmon, glaring up at the massive black dragon. It towered over them, easily ten times their size. His black, hole-filled wings draped around him like a cloak. He tapped one of his crimson claws on the ground, his lips pulled back in a snarl. Each razor edged, triangular tooth was easily as tall as BlackGato's entire torso. His four eyes blazed like blood as he leaned down over them.

"I sincerely hope you did not damage my prized weapon too badly..." Devidramon growled.

"US?! Damage IT?! It almost killed us!!! We barely escaped with our lives!!!" Imp shouted in disbelief.

"Father, you have to destroy it! Immediately! It's--" BlackGato began.

"Destroy it?! How dare you even suggest such a thing?!" roared the massive dragon, "You are merely lucky that you did not harm Arkadimon..."

"B-But, Father!" BlackGato exclaimed, "You don't understand..."

"I understand perfectly. I understand your usefulness has come to an end. What good is a killer who does not kill? What good is a weapon that's gone soft? You were an experiment, BlackGatomon. You were nothing but a prototype, and now that I have Arkadimon, you are obselete and useless!" the devil dragon snarled, leaning low to look her eye to eye.

"...Father..." BlackGato said, stepping back.

"You are nothing but a broken toy, and it is past time to discard you now. Thank you for helping me create my ultimate weapon..." Devidramon growled. He reared back, his blood-red fingertips beginning to shine with a baleful light, black electricity crackling around them.

"CRIMSON CLA--" he began, beginning to swipe down.

"BADA BOOM!" Impmon's voice interrupted. Explosive fireballs pelted the dragon, striking him directly in his four crimson eyes. The purple-furred scamp leapt forward, whipping his fists forward as he chucked the projectiles as fast as he could.

"Too much of a wind-up, there big boss. Consider this my resignation!" Imp snarled. Turning to BlackGatomon, he scooped her up in his arms.

"Hang on, toots. He'll be blinded, so no Evil Eye mind control. Let's get outta here!" he shouted, dashing away from the raging dragon.

"B-But..." BlackGato whimpered, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Talk later, escape now!" he replied, sweeping down a hallway. Leaping off a wall, he spun, slamming his foot into a passing Tapirmon, instantly knocking it out. Juking into a room, he nodded to himself, standing in front of a Data Transfer.

"Get on the pad!" he instructed. BlackGato did as she was told, too numb and dazed to argue. A Mushroomon and a Gizamon charged into the room. Reacting with blinding speed, Imp vaulted over a console to kick the mushroom Digimon in the face, rebounding and delivering a spinning midair punch to the yellow, aquatic mammal. The two reeled backward, as Imp wasted no time. He rushed back and forth between them, pummeling them with blows. A sweep kick knocked the legs out from the Mushroomon, and a BadaBoom blew it threw a wall, where it lay unmoving. The Gizamon leapt while his back was turned, pinning him down as it slashed with its wicked claws. Imp managed to roll with it, forcing it onto its back, and he delivered triphammer punches to its face, raining the blows as fast and hard as he could. He only relented when it lay still.

The scamp leapt to his feet, tapping buttons on the control panel. He configured the Data Transfer, then vaulted over the console. He had just enough time to leap onto the pad and grab BlackGatomon's hand before a blinding light flashed and whisked them both far, far away from the Devil Dragon's lair... and the growing number of glowing-eyed slaves...