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Yes,that's more of the Zombie-mon verse! I've been watching The Walking Dead and was just inspired. Everything is better with zombies! A _ blood and gore warning _ on this one to. And a gay digimon sex warning!

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The Twelve Talismans: Dimension Travels

Chapter 21: Infected

(Gomamon/Veemon/Hawkmon/Armadillomon)

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"CLOWN TRICK!" A blast of energy shot into Machinedramon's metal chest plating, cracking the rusted metal and driving the gigantic digimon back despite its bulk. Puppetmon leapt off the metal head of his fellow Dark Master, metal hammer held high. Piedmon's left blade deflected the weapon while at the same time, Piedmon other sword swung out, cutting the living puppet's leg off. It fell to the ground, but Puppetmon landed back on his other foot, apparently unfazed as he held out his hand. Strings shot out of his fingertips and latched on to Piedmon's limbs, causing the clown to freeze mid-swing. "Now, swords are cheating, Piedmon!" He twitched his left thumb, forcing the clown digimon to drop both weapons. "Much better." The puppet grinned as he opened his maw wide and leapt forward. "Now let's play!"

"Gotcha!" Puppetmon jumped on the larger digimon's back, wooden jaw snapping and cracking as he spoke. "Can't use those fancy swords when I got your arms tied up!"

"Actually." Piedmon's swords came to life on the ground and twisted in a wide arc. "I can." Three slashes and Puppetmon's withered wooden skull fell to the ground. The blades swung around the clown like a tornado, wood chips filling the air as the smallest of the Dark Masters was reduced to kindling.

The now digivolved WereGarurumon leapt at Machinedramon and landed on his snout. The rusted dragon was still reeling from the force of Piedmon's strike, giving the wolf an opening. "Wolf CLAW!" He swiped and ripped off a chunk of metal plating.

Machinedramon flung his head to the side, getting rid of the werewolf who landed on his feet while the giant robot brought his twin cannons in to position. "GIGA CANON!" The barrels began to glow with light, but before he could fire the wires connecting the two burst into flames causing a massive explosion. Shrapnel rained around, among which a huge triangular chunk that barely missed WereGarurumon as it half buried itself in the sand. The mechanic dragon screeched like a staticky radio--more from shock than pain, which he couldn't feel--as his body began to fail.

"Look at you, falling apart like that..." Gatomon grabbed the piece of metallic armor and ripped it off the sand. It was nearly ten feet big. "We can totally help you!" She flung the makeshift weapon to WereGarurumon.

The wolfman caught it in mid-leap. He howled and raised the jagged metal piece above his head. Machinedramon tried to divert power to defend himself. His body crackled with energy and micro explosions erupted all over it, but WereGarurumon was faster, driving the metal spike deep into his brain pan. Machidramon's body crackled once last time before making a powering down noise.

Biyomon' body crackled with the mystic energy of the talisman as she floated above the ground. She was using the Rooster power to hold MetalSeadramon back. "You... will not... hurt them!" She shrieked, but already she was weakening. The undead sea serpent was moving forward inch by inch, his mass simply too much for her power to hold back.

The dragon moved closer, the humans and scant few digimon survivors hiding behind the pink bird. "Food... sweet food!" His mouth was barely a few feet from her now when a red spot began to form between his widening eyes. Within seconds the spot turned into lasers that burst through his skull, taking off the entire top of it. The giant sea serpent went stiff, his enormous head crashing to the ground to let a black petrified tongue loll out.

Biyomon collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. "What... what was that?" She asked cautiously.

The black tongue twitched. "Careful!" Elecmon warned as the it moved to reveal a panting seal covered in horrid black ichor.

"Okay, I'm starting to run out of 'most fucked up ever' things..." He still held the little boy on his back, dragging himself forward with his two flippers, clearly exhausted. Gatomon rushed forward but the seal dodged the hug.

"Gomamon!" She had thought MetalSeadramon had...

He reached for a flask of water and promptly poured it over his face and mouth. "Don't touch me!" He warned, wiping his face clean. "I don't think I am anywhere near sanitary right now."

"If you got any in your mouth or eyes..." Biyomon said in a hushed whisper.

"Trust me, I kept my mouth shut for once! As for my eyes...I had my nictitating membrane on."

"Gesundheit." Gatomon couldn't help herself. It actually got a few laughs as the tension wound down.

Gomamon gave a lopsided smile and reached up to actually tap his open eye, getting a few gasps. He then blinked twice. The first time normally, the second... not so much. It was a second eyelid coming in sideways, almost completely transparent "See? Kinda like built-in goggles. It protects my eyes when I swim... And apparently when get eaten by undead sea monster." The seal wiped more gunk from his face. "Eyes, ears, nose... I am pretty much completely water proof. Keeps sea water and... other stuff out."

Piedmon came over and looked him down, a sword at the ready. "But can we take that chance?"

WereGarurumon shrunk down to Gabumon, looking at Gomamon and not saying anything. Gatomon came forward to stood between the seal and the clown. "He's helped save our world more than once. We take the chance."

"Could you do what would need to be done if he started to turn?"

"In a heartbeat." Gatomon replied, still standing firmly in front of the speechless seal. It was not like either of them had a chance against Piedmon.

The mega digimon held the sword for a moment longer, and then simply smiled. "I believe you would. Very well." He sheathed his weapon.

"What's that?" Sora looked at a black fog in the distance.

Datamon's one electronic eye focused on the distance. "That would be every undead digimon in the Digital World coming in this direction." He stated. "Obviously this little... engagement was not the most discreet thing."

"Explains why we didn't see any other digimon. The Dark Masters would have destroyed any who would have been a rival.." Izzy further analyzed. "And now they don't have any deterrent to going after us."

"Then we best make haste." Piedmon started in the direction of the pyramid. "The last thing we would want is to overstay our welcome." He sighed.

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June 23, 2006

"This is a bad idea." Joe trudged through the forest, side by side with his digimon partner. They were in a cavern, iron red clay soil all over the place.

"Oh don't worry Joey-baby." Gomamon gave a smile, his pink dyed mohawk half covering his right eye. "We'll be out faster than an altar boy goes down on a priest, right Yolei?'

The purple haired girl held on tightly to the digivice, which represented their position as a small blue dot moving toward a red one as they walked down the cave tunnel. Her heart didn't stop pounding the whole time. This was the Digital World, the source of all the zombies... Her hands held on so tightly to the device her fingers were cramping. "Yes..." She muttered nervously walking on the other side of Joe and as far away as possible from the digimon.

Gomamon wasn't too surprised. these days most humans were at best nervous around digimon. This girl had her entire family torn up in front of her. Most people had lost loved ones the same way. The trio continued to trudge along the tunnel until they came across a metallic egg sitting on a stone shelf, wings coming out the side. "There it is, let's free your buddy!" Gomamon encouraged.

"Go on, touch it." Joe motioned for the girl.

Yolei stepped forward, a shaking hand lifting the silver object. There was a flash of light which made the girl yank her hand back as if it was on fire and jump back behind Joe. Slowly the light began to form into a shape: brown feathered wings and a white head adorned with a yellow beak, curled on itself in a foetal position.

The queer seal looked from below at the newest digimon's spread tail feathers. "Oh my." He chirped with a happy little grin. "A fine feathery..."

Joe interrupted his partner with a light kick before nudging Yolei forward. She shuddered and tried to muster up the nerve to talk, but only managed a squeak. "Hey." She held out her shaking hand, incapable of controlling her nervousness. "I... I'm Yolei. Your... uhm... DigiDestined."

"I am Hawkmon." The eagle digimon gave a little bow, mostly to gain time so he could get back to his senses, then extended his wing and took the outstretched hand. "Pleased to meet you." Her palm was soaked with sweat.

"Guys, this is sweet and all... But we can't afford to hang around." Gomamon remarked. "Soon we're going to have a few hundred digimon zombies coming for us, so we best skedaddle the fuck out of here."

"All right." Hawkmon followed after them wondering what situation he had been revived in. He briefly stopped to slap the back his head, muttering about mosquitoes under his breath. Everyone was too worried about other issues to catch on the fact there were no mosquitoes in the Digital World. Yolei's digivice opened the portal back to the real world, and they all left the Digital World behind.

Thundermon was a minute orb-shaped and very fast digimon. His metallic body was now cracked all over, but he smiled from his first taste of actual flesh in months.

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Hawaii was one of the last refuges left in the world. The small archipel was remote enough that a sneak attack by air or underground was virtually impossible. Soldiers from the local naval basal, assisted by retreating forces from the West Coast, had fought off wave after wave of the undead horde. Unlike the digimon, however, their offensive ressources (especially on islands) were limited. Scuttled ships lined the bay and spent shell casings littered the now sinister beaches, but eventually weapons and other key supplies began running low. Defeat and consumption seemed inevitable... until the last DigiDestined showed up. The handful of sane digimon now stood guard to protect this last little pocket of life.

The computer through which they came in dumped them on a rooftop. Hawkmon found out why as he also found himself staring down the barrel of a canon. "Gah!" He fell back on his feathered rump. The pink faced digimon looked down with a snarl.

"Lillymon chill!" Joe grunted as he stood up and quickly put a hand over the petal-lined gun. "He's Yolei's partner."

Several seconds went by before her hands morphed back into slender fingers. "You sure he's clean?" She had a machete strapped to her hip, clearly well-used from the looks of it. Next to her stood a tall stripped werewolf, he was also snarling, and looking all the more threatening since he was missing his left arm at the elbow. Hawkmon scooted back a little more on his ass.

"Lillymon, honey." Gomamon smiled up at the pair. "We were barely in and out long enough to be worth worrying. Sides, we can always use a nice, strong fighter." The seal looked back the eagle digimon, sizing him up and down. "MMmm nice and strong."

"Shut it you fucking fag." WereGarurumon finally snarled right as his blond partner came up next to him. Matt didn't say anything. He hardly ever these days, usually spending them looking sullen.

The two taller digimon's patience with the flamboyant digimon's antics seemed to be wearing thin. "For god's sake Gomamon." Lillymon sighed. Gomamon just winked at the pair, getting another growl from the wolf, whereas Lillymon ignored him and resumed her surveillance, looking through the binoculars previously hanging around her neck. "There are some zombies swimming in. Rookies and champions mostly. Nothing special." The crave made them swim for thousands of miles over open sea in attempts to quench the gnawing hunger. "I'm going to dispose of them." Her wings started buzzing and she grabbed her machete. "Take over, Will you, WereGarurumon?" And with that she was off.

Hawkmon watched as the hot plant fairy flew off, then turned to give a light bow at Matt. "Hello Sir, I-"

"I'm gonna go talk to TK." Matt stated flatly, turning around to go back down the stairs with nary a glance back for his partner. WereGarurumon went to stand at the corner of the building, looking off into the distance.

Gomamon chuckled as the rest of them down the stair well. "Oh don't mind her. She's just got a real big stick up her butt... She should really try taking it out and replacing it with something nicer." Joe groaned lightly again.

"Come on Hawkmon, I'll... uhm... show you my room..." Yolei tried to sound brave, but she was still very uneasy about it. It had taken her months just to work up the nerve to talk to Mimi about the digivice... and now she was one of them. She just hoped she could prove her worth and bravery.

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"Things aren't looking too good, T.K.," The boy announced as he walked into the room. "Deadman switch at Norfolk Island activated, and we haven't had news of Easter Island, or Thule in weeks... I'm afraid soon we'll be all the last ones." He gave a deep sigh, then continued. "It's not all bad, though. Remember Yolei? Cody's friend? Turns out she was a DigiDestined too. Joe and Gomamon went to get her partner today and they just came back. Hawkmon..." The teenager paused with a sigh. "He looks like a brown and white version of Biyomon... with a British accent. He sounds just like one of those guys from Doctor Who. How can Digimon even get accent?" He wondered with a chuckle. "Well... I'll let you get some rest." He stood up after a moment, a hand reaching for his brother's forehead. TK didn't react. It had been years since he last did. He lay on a hospital bed, left and right arms missing, and half his face caved in. One eye was gone, but he had not even tried to open them since the attack had put him in that state. His older brother took care of him: the feeding, the cleaning... Patamon had thrown himself in the way... As Matt and his partner dragged the screaming boy away, the digimon sacrificing himself to save TK's life... if it could still be called a life. And now he was all the family Matt had left.

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Hawkmon was wandering around the compound. He had tried to make small talk with his partner, but her sheer nervousness made it too awkward, so he had chosen to give her some time alone. He was still reeling from all the changes, and particularly those that had affected both dimensions while he was under his egg. Two years after the outbreak, only a select few places were known to still harbour live humans, and the largest was Hawaii. It was all so surreal. He spotted a door with "Digimon Lounge" written on it in silver marker a foot off the ground. He could hear voices inside. Maybe there were more digimon here besides himself, Gomamon, Palmon and Gabumon?

"Mmmmph?" Gomamon looked to the door as it opened, throwing the pink-dyed hair out of his face. Blue-tinged cum dripped over his bottom lip and down to his chin. The cum was V-mon's. Hawkmon remembered these blue dragon digimon with a white front and a yellow V on the forehead. This one's hand had ben wrapped around the back of Gomamon's head. "Oh, look, it's the new meat I talked to you about." The seal explained. "V-mon, meet Hawkmon. Hawkmon, meet the very happy little dragon, V-mon."

"Hey." The blue digimon panted, his blue, saliva-covered dick now hanging limply over his thigh.

"Whoa!" Hawkmon almost tripped over his own feet in surprise. "I, uhm, didn't mean to intrude!"

The seal smiled reassuringly and ran his tongue over his lower furry lips, prominently displaying a barbell across the pink organ, but missing a few drops of spunk. "If we expected privacy, we would lock the door, feathery hot stuff." His smile widened into a grin and he beckoned the bird closer. "Come on in, the more the merrier!"

Hawkmon felt a blush overwhelm his face and reached to open the door again. "Thanks, but um... I, uh... I am not gay..."

Gomamon limply held out his flipper. "Oh it's only 'gay' if you're the one sucking the cock, taking it up the ass, and getting the juices poured into and onto you."

"He's right." The new voice came from a digimon that Hawkmon had not yet noticed. The violet and yellow quadruped that had his forepaws behind his legs and a thick erection jutting between his legs was familiar to him, and spoke with a heavy accent. "Name's Armadillomon. And yeah, don't worry about that. We've been using the cockmuncher here since day one. Way better than your paw..."

"Well hmm... I am just... not interested. I am into girls." The bird stuttered, again reaching for the door..

Gomamon slipped off the stained futon they had been laying on top of. "Oh babe, I really hate to tell you, but your chances are nil." He said as he crawled closer, face neatly crotch-level for the bird.

"The only digimon chick here, alive that is, is so frigid I bet your dick would freeze and snap of if you stuck it in her." V-mon snorted, apparently referring to Palmon.

"As for the human girls, they are more likely to stick a knife into you than so much as give you a hug. Even Yolei, your dear little DigiDestined, is terrified of you." Gomamon continued, his breath right into Hawkmon's crotch feathers now.

"And if ya've been stuck under that egg half as long as us, ya must be terribly pent up." Armadillomon yawned a bit. "I held out for weeks while I hit on that Palmon chick... and got shot down every time, sometimes literally. Ice queen I tell ya. But him... oh he'll do just about anything you ask. A cunt-mon if there ever was one."

"'Cunt-mon', yeah, that's my title, sexy." Gomamon bent down and, to Hawkmon's befuddlement, proceeded to lick the white claws on his yellow bird feet. "I'll do anything you want. Your own little slave..."

Hawkmon looked down at the seal sucking on his toes like they were made of chocolate. It was, admittedly, somewhat arousing a sight... and the seal looked and moved the part of a slutty whore. He found himself not actually moving away as the seal just switched feet. "Ummm I, err... I don't know..." He shuddered when the lip and tongue studs ran across his thick skin.

Gomamon's licks and kisses began moving up Hawkmon's legs. "Tell you what stud." He proposed. "Let me suck you off just this once... And if you don't like it, I'll never get near you again..." The tongue moved into the brown crotch feathers and soon found its target, the red bird shaft just barely poking out of its hiding place. "Besides, I bet you have never felt a tongue stud on that delicious looking bird shaft..." He added.

"He's right, y'know." V-mon had propped himself up a bit, looking at the mammalian digimon singing his own praises as a whore. "That tongue stud is really something. I can tell you there's nothing that compares." He hadn't bothered to tuck his cock in, leaving the bodily fluids-covered, limp member to stick to his thigh.

This flattery seemed to rile up the seal fast, and he soon was hard at work sucking on the tapered red tip, face buried deep in the soft feathers. Hawkmon began to groan as the other digimon's talents soon coaxed his entire dick out. V-mon was right: he was really, really good. Gomamon seemed to sense what Hawkmon was thinking, and promptly demonstrated the use of his stud, pressing his tongue hard against the sensitive underside of the bird's shaft and rolling the round ball into the flesh. "Oh my word!" The warm metal climbed up and down, sending pleasure like lightning and leaving the bird markedly weak-kneed. He would have erupted right there had it not been for Gomamon pulling back at just the right second. The seal wanted to properly build up Hawkmon's orgasm first. He had some sort of sixth sense about knowing when a male would blow his load. A very convenient skill that allowed him to decide whether he wanted to swallow the load or wear it. Gomamon enjoyed having this warm shaft in his maw, pumping back and forth for the first time far too much to allow the bird to cum, leaving him constantly on the cusp of orgasm. Hawkmon panted harder and harder, finding the experience frustrating, yet incredibly arousing at the same time.

"Mmmphhh!" Gomamon groaned at the sudden feeling of a heavy, but familiar weight on his back. Armadillomon was mounting him, scaled belly rubbing over his furry back.

"Dun mind me, I jus' dun feel like waiting..." He announced, humping a few times in search of his target. regardless how many times he had done it, he still couldn't get it in on the first try, a souce of endless mockery from Veemon. The armadillo's bright yellow dick rubbed in Gomamon's crack; he was probably one of the most well hung rookies the seal had encountered. The thick head poked haphazardly over Gomamon's ass before hitting that sweet spot and sinking in with ease even with hardly any lubricant. It wasn't the first time it had happened--Gomamon had long since stopped even trying to keep count--and it sure as hell wouldn't be the last!

Hawkmon had closed his eyes, having no interest in staring at the digimon's grunting face as he plowed Gomamon. But even with the loud noises from the other digimon distracting him, he was fast approaching his orgasm. The seal, it seemed, was no longer holding back and pulled his cheeks in to massage the sides of the cock even as the tongue stud ran faster under the soft flesh. Between that and Gomamon's impressive breathholding capacities, it was quite the experience. The seal could hold his breath for almost half an hour, and no male so far had ever been able to hold out for even half that timeagainst his oral skills... unless Gomamon had wanted him to. All too soon the seal had obtained from Hawkmon his first cumload since being freed from under that digital egg.

"Ohhhh..." The bird groaned loudly as he filled Gomamon's muzzle... several times.

"Mmmmm!" Although the amount surprised the slutty digimon, he drank it to the last drop with little problem: he had refined this almost to an art, after all. He let the dick flop out of his maw, but continued lapping insistently at it even as he still got Armadillomon's thick number rammed right into his ass. "I always love a new flavour of jizz." The seal smiled, making little tiny grunts from being fucked. He nuzzled the red shaft amorously while Hawkmon continued breathing, and Armadillomon continued humping. The yellow ribbed dick slammed in and out of Gomamon's ass like a sledgehammer.

"Uhhh... sure..." Hawkmon mumble, his face still red and wondering how he'd gotten roped into doing this.

Gomamon grinned up at the bird, his speech interrupted by grunts as Armadillomon increased both his tempo and the force of his thrusts. "You got-uh! You got another in-uh! in you Hawkboy?" The seal's eyes became half-lidded when the yellow digimon finally pumped him full while the seal talked. "I mean, one... one's nothing for a handsome... ball of feathers like you..." Armadillomon continued to hump for a bit to ensure his balls were fully drained before pulling out. It was almost mechanically cold, all about getting the most out of himself and into the other digimon. All he cared about was getting his rocks off... And seemingly that was just fine with Gomamon.

Hawkmon blushed harder and instead tucked his red member back between his feathers. "I..." He watched wordlessly as V-mon proceeded to walk up behind the seal and, without further ado or warning, shoved his now recovered blue erection into Gomamon's tailhole. He did not seem to mind the sperm leaking out of the hole as he slammed himself in good and hard. Sloppy seconds were clearly nothing new around here. "I really should get back to Yolei..." He finally managed to mumble and scooted back, almost stumbling to his ass again. His vision blurred for half a second and a chill ran down his spine.

"Well hun, should you change your mind, you know where to find me~!" Gomamon waved with a suggestive wink. He squeezed his back flippers together to tighten his well-used hole around the blue dick. It being smaller than Armadillomon was no reason not to ensure he would be as nice and tight as possible! Hawkmon didn't respond and scurried out of the room, then down the hall.

"Little shy that one, ain't he?" Armadillomon commented as he came in front of the seal, watching over the scene of Gomamon getting butt-fucked a second time.

"Oh, I am quite sure he'll come around shortly." Gomamon winked at Armadillomon. too: "UH... now why don't you come here and let me clean your cock off proper like a good faggy mon should~?"

The accented digimon wordlessly pulled himself to his hindlegs and, putting his front paw on Gomamon's shoulders, shoved the huge cock against the glossed lips. The taste of his ass was no deterrent to the seal, who merrily enjoyed getting spit-roasted a once more.

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Hawkmon arrived back to Yolei's place drained. Man... Gomamon is... exhausting... The bird digimon walked in the simple apartment with his vision blurring on the edges and a chill that just wouldn't go away. He went back to his apartment, a shiver running down his spine.

Yolei was waiting on the bed, running her hands together. She'd been waiting for him to return. "Hawkmon... how was your walk?"

"Oh... interesting." The bird had to strain to focus now.

"Good." Yolei took a big breath, exhaling slowly. "Hawkmon... I want to apologise for... how scared I acted when we first met. I... I'm scared of digimon. Terrified. The last time I saw my family.. they were being..." She stopped there, on the verge of tears, but forced them down. "I know you aren't one of them though. I.. I hope I can be a good digidesinted for you... and I hope we can both be good friends..." She smiled softly, slowly outstretching her arms, inviting the bird for a friendly embraced.

The eagle digimon glanced over at the girl. She looked... different. He reached out with both wings. She gave a tentative smile and reached back with her hands. There was a buzzing sound and Yolei gasped, her left breast popping out as her shirt ripped in half diagonally. She looked down, embarrassed at the exposure, and tried to cover herself with her arms, but found out she couldn't. At the same time she realized she couldn't breathe either, a lone gasp escaping her mouth.

The young girl's upper half slid to the side and fell on the ground, soon followed by her legs. Organs spilled out in a pool of blood. The last thing she saw was her digimon feasting on her own entrails.

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Present Day

The pyramid towered over the surviving party. The crowd had made good time, all but running the rest of the way. Gatomon herself had carried two children the whole way without a complaint: a toddler in her arms and a six year old on her back. Gomamon let the little boy he saved ride him like a horse the rest of the trip time... he seemed afraid to leave the seal's side for a moment, and nobody him. The horde had been steadily gaining, though they were still a good distance away, and many were a state of massive decay and injury that further slowed them. Datamon typed on a key pad embedded in the stone wall until a hidden door slid up. "I suggest we hurry. My lab has some defences, but I would not count on them holding them off for long."

The group hurried in the pyramid, with Datamon shutting the door behind. Moments later an energy shield erected around the base, flickering with transparent blue energy. It shone like a beacon as the locusts descended, ready to do anything to get the last bits of living flesh in existence...

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Yup these flashbacks are pretty intense. Feel free to comment, vote, and so on. And I do give out preview and rough drafts for those eager and can't wait! I am at [email protected], and mrredrover on AIM.