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Takato and Rika had just survived their first night in the strange and alien mockery of the digital world. Paired up with their old partners they had as kids, the two adults now find themselves in a wholly new adventure. When Takato got up, he groaned, feeling sore from all the action from yesterday. It was almost like a blur until he realized that Guilmon was laying next to him, curled up with a claw upon his chest.

"Oh, right," he mumbles to himself before gently pushing his Digimon aside. He clambers to his feet, picking up his discarded clothes. As he does so, he can't help but see Rika standing there, basking int he morning sun, the outline of her nude form creating a stirring in his loins. But he's sore and tired, and he shakes his head, looking away. "Hey, R-Rika... you if we're going to be traveling, don't you think we should put our clothes back on?"

Rika looks over her shoulder, shrugging at his suggestion. "Eh, if you feel like putting your stuff back on, go ahead. I think I like showing off." "That so..." Takato says, slipping one leg into his boxers. As he does, he shudders, yanking it down off of him and then rubbing at his shin. "Eeeh, it feels so itchy." "I know," Rika says, walking past him. "It seems that as long as we're here, we don't need to wear clothes. We don't even like to, either."

"Yeah, no real loss. Many Digimon don't wear clothes either," he says, "Hey, even the ones that usually do might not, you know?" He says this as he imagines the Angewomons and Ladydevimons of the world again.

Rika squats by Renamon, who sits up beside her. Takato takes the time to appreciate Renamon's newest addition, a long, flaccid member she had grown upon her arrival in this world. He recalled watching Rika as she was impaled upon that pole only yesterday, which sends warmth throughout him.

"Takato," Renamon says, standing right in front of him now, arms folded over her now-ample chest. "You need to pay attention. We're already heading out."

"Yeah, Takatomon," Guilmon says, walking up past him, scratching his own butt and yawning. "Get moving, get moving." "S... sorry, I was distracted," Takato admits, rubbing the back of his head with a chuckle. "We can't afford that," Renamon says, narrowing her gaze. "There are plenty of Digimon out there who would take advantage of our lack of focus to do who knows what, especially to someone like Rika." "Rika... What's up with Rika."

"Look at her. She's marching on ahead, head held high and with absolutely no shame. SHe's asking for others to watch and, perhaps, do something more. "You think someone's watching us?" Takato asks. Renamon sighs. "I have the sneaking suspicion that is the case..." Meanwhile, in the limits of the city, two giant Digimon watch out from the rooftops, binoculars in hand. "You sure she said that the humans would come this way, Kyo?" "Yeah, yeah, Ani," says the second. "She told me there was a pretty little human woman ready to be pounded. Oooh, I can't wait. Wait... there they are!"

Down below, Rika and the rest stroll through the town. Various smaller Digimon are going through their daily lives, stopping when they see the exhibiting humans on display. Takato feels the need to cover himself up for a minute, before catching himself and clenching his fists. "No, this is silly. I don't need to hide anything." "You're damn right," Rika says, stepping out into the middle of the street. "Hey, Digimon!" She shouts. "Take a good look, because we don't care that we're running out here on our own with not a stitch on.! In fact, if any of you Digimon want a piece of me, you're welcome to come right ahead. I'm ready, able, and willing to take you right here, right now."

"Rika, what are you-?" Takato begins, only to be shoved out of the way by Renamon. "Rika, look out!" Rika turns towards her partner, but suddenly, a large spiked yellow ball crashes down from a nearby rooftop, crashing into the street below.

The smaller Digimon scatter, and as the dust settles, Rika is on the ground coughing, looking up at the form looming over her. An Ankylomon smiles down at her, rearing up on its hind legs, a large, studded cock juts out from between those legs. "I hear you're looking for a challenge, missie. Maybe I can oblige?" Renamon runs in front of the Ankylomon, holding her hands out and staring him down, despite being much smaller. "You're not going to hurt Rika." "Hurt her?" The Anklyomon scoffs. "Naw... I'm just gonna breed her a bit is all. WOuldn't it be fun, seeing if a Digimon and a human can make eggs together? What kind of crazy critter would that make? I know I'm excited to find out." "You'll have to go through me before I let you take Rika!" Renamon says, snarling.

"Aw shucks, little lady, you don't think I don't got the juice for all of ya? Yer own!" "Renamon, no, wait. I'll take him, don't worry." Another crash comes behind Rika, and once the dust settles, a second Ankylomon emerges from the fog. This one doesn't have that cock, but instead more pronounced feminine curves. "Well, now, little lady. If your friend wants to take on my brother, I reckon you and me will get a chance to dance, what do you say?" Rika smirks at that. "Well, that's fine by me. Do you think you could keep up?" Takato is just left stunned, watching this. "Are we really... going to get into some kind of sex fight now?" "Does Takatomon want to join?" Guilmon asks." "No, uh... I think I'm good just watching." "Yeah, me too," comes another voice, "Mind if I join you?"