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And part 3 of the gay verse! In this one, we are using one of the more underappreciated digimon from Season 2.

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Zodiac

Chapter3

Cancer: The Depths of Winter

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"Ten of hearts?"

"Nope."

"Five of spades?"

"Try again."

"Um... King of diamonds!"

"Way off."

Gomamon let out a little sigh. He looked across the low-lying table to his pink friend. "All right Biyomon, I give. What's the card?"

The female flyer flipped the playing card around so the face was facing Gomamon. It was filled with tiny black and white print. "Rules for draw and stud poker." She giggled madly, twirling the card in her wing tips a bit.

"You're supposed to take that one out of the deck!"

"Hey, you said, pick a card from the deck, and I did!" She snickered back and placed the piece of paper back on the top of the deck. "Besides, if you truly were psychic, the card shouldn't matter, right?"

"Yeah I guess." The seal sighed. "But I swear I could read his mind!"

Biyomon let out another little snicker and tapped her temple with her right wing tip. "Oh yeah? Then what I am I thinking right now?" Her other wing was still in a sling, holding it immobile to avoid worsening her injury, even though it was healing fast thanks to Digimon's fast recuperation.

Gomamon shot her a sly smile. "Me and Hawkmon doing it." The bird brought her free wing to her beak in mock surprise.

"Why, however did you know?"

"It's all you've been talking about since I told you about it!" The seal chuckled back, pulling his front up on the low table to get a better view of his pink friend: his eyes barely reached the top when he stayed on the floor.

"Well you can hardly blame me." Biyomon snickered some more. "All this time we've spent looking at yaoi together, and you don't invite me to watch!" She did her best impression of a hurt puppy, but that didn't seem to have much effect on the seal.

"You make it sound as if I had planned this! Plus I don't think Hawkmon would approve!" He retorted, further teasing her: "How am I supposed to bring that up?" His voice went up one octave to imitate Biyomon almost to a T: " 'Oh hi Hawkmon! Mind if I watch you get fucked up the bird's nest while I rub myself in the corner?' I don't think he could even get it up with you doing a running commentary in the background."

That got more coo-like chuckling out of the bird. "You never know unless you ask!" She was always impressed by the seal's ability to mimic voices. Something to do with his ability to breath and talk underwater.

"Yeah... I don't really want to scare off my only source of tail." The gay digimon noted with a crude move of his flipper.

"Oh?" Biyomon's ears perked up... well they would have if she'd had any. "You're seeing him again?" Her shipper's instinct was kicking in. "Are you two like, a couple now?"

"Oh no!" Gomamon held his flippers out and shook his head. "I am not the kind that goes steady with the first boy he fucks. Even if he is cute! We kinda talked, and decided, well, no reason we couldn't keep fooling around. Not like we can knock each other up or something."

Biyomon's batted her eyes. "Reallyyyyyyyyy?" She cooed in a mockingly syrupy tone. "And... where are you meeting up?"

"Oh, leave me out of your fantasies." The seal snickered madly with a dismissive wave of his flipper. "I am not so desperate that I'm going to call him the very next day."

"I beg to differ. You are that desperate." The pink bird teased him back.

"Yeah, yeah... well I am going to play it cool for a bit." Gomamon stuck his tongue out playfully before adding in a mischievous tone: "Well, for a day at least! I am going to the Digital World for a bit. Joe's at school, and I figure maybe I can help search for that Hsi Wu character."

"Count me out for now." Biyomon motioned to her wing. "I am still on strict no-flying instructions, and Sora would kill me if I rushed it." Although they healed fast, digimon still needed the time to do so. "You go have and fun... and who knows, you may score twice!" She laughed as her seal friend left her.

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"No luck, uh?" Gomamon asked as the human entered the small Digital World cabin.

Ken shook his head. He was a tall, rather good looking (for a human) man with longer black straight hair and piercing blue eyes. Today he had on a grey trench coat recently which really suited him as far as Gomamon was concerned. "No one has heard or seen of a digimon, demon, or whatever that looks like what you and Biyomon saw." He sat down at one end of the low-table, his legs barely fitting under it. A split of half-eaten sushi was spread across it.

A timid voice spoke up next from the small green digimon perched on the table to Gomamon's right. "We flew around all morning... We didn't see anything." Wormmon, a green ten-legged caterpillar, was so small he actually needed to sit on the table to eat.

Gomamon sighed. He stuck out two of his flipper claws and picked a piece of eel sushi, dipped it in the soy sauce then popped it into his maw. "I'd really like to know what that whole thing was about." He said with his mouth full, running his claws through his singed hair. "Before he finishes his world conquest plan, that is. I don't really feel like dealing with another so-called emperor trying to conquer us all." There was a short pause. "No offence intended."

"None taken." Ken smiled. He had once been, a long time ago, the Digimon Emperor, bent on taking over the Digital world. Complete with a cheesy blue, yellow and white outfit with oversized sunglasses right out of Elton John's wardrobe. "I mean, you guys forgave me after all my screw ups. I can forgive the occasional slip of the tongue. And we do have to deal with these kids of guys on a regular basis," he concluded with a sigh that was not aimed at the seal.

Gomamon chuckled nervously and reached for another piece when Ken's D-Terminal began to beep. They used them in the Digital World because cell phones did not work there. He read the message on it and had a brief text conversations while the digimon ate. "Who was it?" Wormmon asked when his partner was done, awkwardly holding a sushi between two of his feelers.

"Oh there's a small problem with my application to the police academy." Ken pushed himself away from the table. "I need to go down in person and straighten this out." The boy wanted to become a police officer. He had the needed physical prowess and brains, not to mention a digimon partner who could transform into an armour-plated warrior. That he needed to 'straighten things out' was not so surprising: trying to take over an entire dimension is the kind of things that raises red flags in background checks.

"Are we leaving?" Wormmon had a half-eaten piece of shrimp tempura in his green stubby legs.

"And let all this food go to waste?" The digidestined replied. "I doubt I'll need your help with that, and it'd probably bore you to death. Why don't you guys finish up and I'll come back in a few hours?"

"Sounds good to me!" The seal reached forward and grabbed yet another piece of sushi, this one with a strip of pink salmon on top. Unsurprisingly enough, he preferred the fish ones.

Ken handed his digimon partner his D-Terminal and Digivice. He could use them to send him text messages, or even evolve in case of emergency, then left after a quick goodbye to activate the digiport a few dozen yards away. The Digimon were left to scarf down the feast. "You'll be alright?" Gomamon asked as he bit the salmon roll in half, enjoying the texture.

"I think so." Wormmon said wistfully. He particularly hated being separated from his partner.

"Man." Gomamon watched his pal chew down on his food. "It must be hard to eat like that." The insect's front legs were tiny feelers that barely reached his mandibles.

Wormmon gave a nod. "I gave up chopsticks a long time ago.".

The seal snickered. "Digimon are not made for cutlery!" He reached over to Ken's spot, grabbing the two wooden sticks in his flippers. He had to wrap his whole flipper around them. "I am more likely to stab myself with these then get anything in my mouth!" He playfully jabbed the tips at his flippers, where they briefly caused something to glow, looking like the number 69, that faded as fast as it came. The seal didn't notice: he was looking at his friend, both snickering as Wormmon demonstrated his problems with the chopsticks next.

That was when the window's shutter was thrown open by a chilly wind. The pair jumped to their... flippers and feelers, reflexes conditioned by years on constant fighting, but all that came at them was arctic wind carrying snow flurries. the temperature inside went down and within second it was below zero. "Wow... now that's climate change!" Gomamon noted, looking to Wormmon, who was immobile.

This was a lot more worrying than if he had been quivering. Wormmon was a cold-blooded digimon, and his body was not made to handle low temperatures. It was reflexively shutting down. He tried to talk but only managed a vague gurgle. "Wormmon!" Gomamon waded over in the rapidly thickening snow and grabbed the caterpillar. "We gotta get out of here!" he said, dragging him over to the door. He had to jump up to reach the door handle.

The door flung open to let in a small avalanche that buried the pair. Gomamon looked over at Wormmon, whose skin was slowly changing colour, then back at the door: no way he could climb over that with Wormmon and reach the portal. "Where's Armadillomon when you need a tunnel!" He shouted as he dragged the insect across the room.

The snow was already a foot deep inside and getting worse. His body could handle the temperature fine, for it was built for the sub-zero temperature of the deepest ocean, but Wormmon's reacted by going into cold dormancy. In theory he could be reanimated, but it was dangerous as it was a long-term biochemical change meant for months of overwintering, not for rapid reanimation. He dragged the other digimon in the cabin's second room. Fortunately it had no windows.

He threw Wormmon onto the rug near the bed and managed, using his whole body to push against it, to shut the door behind himself, and further blocked it with a chair. "Hang in there pal!" He shouted as he rushed over to the fireplace. Lady luck was with him this time: there was wood and kindling. He just needed a flame. "Gabumon, Agumon, Biyomon..." He grumbled as he fumbled awkwardly as he tried to light a match. "Half my friends can spit fire..." The match snapped in half and he cursed. The second match lit up... but the kindling was too big to catch.

"Oh come ON!" He looked at the last match in the container. One last chance... "I need something that will burn..." The seal thought for a moment... then sighed. He grabbed a tuft of his red hair, and pulled. He let out a loud yell as he tore out a whole chunk. "Ouch! Mother fucker!" He shouted as he shoved the fur into the kindling's nooks and crannies. The third match sprung to life, the seal pressing the flame to the hair tufts until the sparks grew into a flame that soon began consuming the firewood. The temperature in the room began to grow. Still too slow...

Gomamon was trained for first aid, and knew exactly what to do to further help. Wormmon's problem was not hypothermia, but the fix was pretty much the same. The seal ripped the thin blanket off the bed to cover themselves while they inches as close to the fire as was safe. He wrapped his flippers tightly around Wormmon and pressed their undersides together. The insect's skin was hard as rubber and cold to the touch. "Come on... Wakey wakey!"

The insect was motionless for several minutes, but Gomamon could see his skin color slowly returning to its usual shade. Eventually he began to stir and a pair of blue eyes opened. "Uhhhh?" He squirmed a bit, unaware of the situation. His vision focused on the smiling furry face in front of him. "Gomamon?"

"Fuck, man, you scared me!" Gomamon pressed his forehead against Wormmon's own.

"What... was that?" Wormmon still felt cold, but the warmth from the seal and the fire was fixing things fast.

"I've got _ no _ idea." The seal answered as he felt all of Wormmon's feet squirm against his body. "There was some... freak blizzard or something!" He muttered, still hugging the other tightly. "You were going into low-temperature survival mode." Wormmon shuddered a bit. The seal was not very familiar with the biochemistry involved and didn't know how to tell if there were any problem. "I'm trying to keep your temperature steady for now."

The worm's mandibles chattered together a bit. "So... that's why you are, um hugging me?"

The seal smiled, flashing his small fangs. "What? Don't like snuggling?" He joked in an attempt to lighten the mood. He felt another strong shiver run through the green insect's body. "Don't worry Wormmon. We'll get ya warmed right up." He hugged the other digimon tighter, they stomachs rubbing. He could feel those short little feeler-legs dancing on his chest and abs.

"Not so..." The insect squirmed some more before going into another deep shiver. "Uhhhh..." He let out a little moan. Gomamon now felt soemthing new rubbing against him, dead center against his groin, and rethought his first analysis of the insect's reactions.

He moved his head back a little. "Mmmm Wormmon... guess you really do like snuggling!" He chuckled, looking between then at his friend's arousal. Wormmon's penis was a pretty small thing--about half the size of Gomamon's--and heavily ribbed, looking like a series of green rings stacked on top one another.

"Just... it's just you're... kinda rubbing me..." The green insect stammered, his already soft voice hardly audible as he squeaked nervously. "S... sorry." He managed and tried to shift his member and groin away from Gomamon's.

Forty-eight hours earlier, Gomamon would have chalked it to an embarrassing accidental erection. After Hawkmon, though, he felt it was better to edge his chances. He suddenly humped forward, pressing his own bulging groin into the erect member. "Oh please be my guest."

Wormmon let out a surprised, but pleased groan when the seal's furry groin pressed into his ribbed cock. "Goma!" He soon squeaked again. The seal simply repeated the motion, Gomamon's own shaft starting to slip out of its protective little hiding place. "Aren't you straight?" The green insect asked with a blush.

"Do you want me to be straight?" The seal murred as he pressed his face to Wormmon's to over the other's mouth. Wormmon did not have lips; instead he had a jagged purple mandible that opened sideways. Gomamon closed his eyes and murred as he pressed his tongue inside for a minute. His first gay French kiss.

Wormmon looked taken completely by surprised, looking at the seal with wide eyes. The tongue invaded his maw deep and swirled around. It felt nice: he was a virgin even for kissing. The insect Digimon finally closed and began pressing his tongue back against Gomamon's. It was much thinner, almost a little whip that slid over the mammal's warm tongue as the two made out in front of the roaring fire. Wormmon felt much warmer now, as if the impromptu blizzard were not happening. His little legs danced over Gomamon's furry belly, massaging him. His own hard penis rubbed against the seal's until it joined him into full hardness.

Gomamon smiled as he continued to kiss his partner and hump against the bug's groin. Wormmon's cock was hard... really hard. It felt like he was rubbing himself against a textured dildo, a very nice sensation, and the seal continued to press hard into the other member, moaning into the kiss as things grew more frantic. His little rump moved like a jackhammer, spewing precum onto the green stomach and feelers of his partner, but it was Wormmon who blew first. It was even more difficult for him to masturbate than for Gomamon: not only was it impossible for him to stroke himself at all, it also took a lot of stimulation for him to cum since the thick carapace-like skin on his member dulled sensations. With Gomamon humping him like this however, not to mention the sheer eroticism of the situation, he managed to spill months worth of cum all over their undersides.

"Goma-!" He barely managed to squeak out, breaking the lustful kiss.

Gomamon felt the warm seed slide between them, scents of sex and lust filling the tiny bedroom. It prompted him to go even faster, smooshing the semen noisily between them. "Uh uh uh..." He panted in Wormmon's face as he tried his best to get off too, which he managed after a few more frantic humps. His cum joined Wormmon's, making quite the slimy garnish to the digimon sandwich. He slowed down and came to a completely stop. "Oh, fuck... Man... That was... awesome."

Wormmon just wiggled there, feeling a bit uncomfortable. What was the proper protocol for this? He had no idea! Was he supposed to say thanks? Should they cuddle? He squirmed a bit nervously... Gomamon had probably just saved his life, and given him his first real sexual experience. Maybe... maybe he should give back a little more? He began to skitter farther down Gomamon body, deeper in the little blanket cave they had made. His face rubbed down into the cummy seal stomach until it reached the other's crotch. There the raunchy scents of sex were most powerful as he found the seal's member still flopping out of its hiding place, and ran his tongue over it; his very first taste of cock.

"Mmmm Wormmy..." The seal let out a happy groan as he felt the slender tongue over his penis. "Didn't know you were that much into the cock..." He panted, leaning to his back on the rug and looking down at the insect's face. Wormmon's purple mandibles opened to carefully take the penis in his mouth. "Mmmmm yeah... suck it..." He moved his flippers to the back of Wormmon's head and rubbed gently. His cock, which had never really gone soft, was starting to grow hard again.

"Mmmh mmmm..." The dirty talk left Wormmon blushing. It was hot, though he wasn't that good at oral sex. He had never had a chance to practice before... and he had no lips. He just kept bobbing his head and running his tongue all over the sensitive flesh. Gomamon didn't have much more experience either, even counting a couple of failed attempts with Biyomon. Now with an actual, cute male suckling his shaft... he was hard and dripping within what felt like seconds. Still he wasn't a machine: it was his second orgasm and wouldn't come nearly as fast. "Oh gods, suck it... suck it good, Wormmy!"

Wormmon did like that pet name. It made him blush even further. He couldn't work as much as a mammal--not without lips--, but maybe he could improvise a little. He closed his mandibles enough to massage Gomamon's cock and provide a bit of extra stimulation, much to the seal's delight, and was rewarded with salty precum shooting into his mouth. This encouraged him to try harder, and he moved his head forward, now trying to take the whole length inside. He actually almost managed: he felt the tip touch into his throat... where it triggered the spinnerets that generated his silk string.

Wormmon's eyes went wide as his mouth abruptly filled with the sticky string that composed his attacks, spilling out and over his cheeks, chin, and Gomamon's crotch. Gomamon didn't notice: all he knew was that Wormmon's mouth had gotten super tight. "Ohhh fuck FUCK!" He held on to the back of the other digimon's head as he began to cum hard. His sperm squeezed through the little tiny cracks of Wormmon's webbing.

The insect had absolutely no choice but to swallow. There wasn't even enough space for the jizz to leak out, being forced down his throat as Wormmon made little gulping sounds.

"Ohhh... and you swallow... Kinky." Gomamon joked as he stroked down the caterpillar's feelers with a claw.

Wormmon looked up with big, embarrassed eyes. He tried to say something, but it only came out as muffled grumbling. "Mmmmfffff! Mmmm!"

The throaty groans felt good on his softening cock. "Mmm fuck... it's gonna be a bit before I get it up again... so why don't you let me return the favour?"

Another groan.

"Wormmon? You can stop sucking... You probably want a turn."

Groan.

"Wormmon..."

Groan.

"Wormmon?"

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Biyomon sat next to her partner Sora, the pair watching the latest Marvel superhero live action movie. It was more Sora's thing than Biyomon's, but there were quite a few wonderful ass shots of muscular men in tight spandex, good enough reason for her to be interested. She was admiring the hammer-wielding guy, whatshisname, Thor? She was admiring his tight buns when Sora's digiterminal gave off some annoyingly cheerful J-pop song from Orange Range.

The tall teen opened it, ending the ringtone midway into the chorus, and frowned a little as she read the message, then handed the small gadget to Biyomon. "It's Gomamon. He wants to talk to you."

Biyomon leaned away while Sora restarted the DVD, typing a bit awkwardly with her feathers. As the text conversation progressed, she started to snicker, and eventually burst into full blown laughter. The teenager stared at the Digimon with a suspicious expression. "Biyomon? What's so funny?" She asked when she was handed the D-terminal back.

The bird had to wipe a tear from her eye. She was actually crying from laughing so hard. "Oh gods... Sorry, I can't tell you... I just... I have to go to the Digital World get Gomamon out of a bind."

"You really shouldn't be travelling alone...You're hurt and it might be dangerous." Sora noted with concern, her eyes instantly drawn to the sling.

"Oh Sora... Trust me. the only danger is Gomamon threatening me if I tell anyone about what happened."

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"Are you done?"

"No!" Biyomon had gotten a backpack full of potentially useful supplies, arrived in the Digital World, found the log cabin, got into the bed room, and laughed for ten minutes straight so hard she swore she'd wet herself. Everytime she pulled herself together she'd look at the pair, and promptly collapse into giggles again. Who wouldn't?

Gomamon and Wormmon were a convoluted mess. The insect's muzzle was firmly stuck to Gomamon's shaft and crotch by a mess of sticky webbing. Gomamon had tried to rip it off with his claws, but all it did was leave the stuff sticking to his claws and flippers. He had managed to curl around to try and chew it off, and now speaking was near impossible. Plus it had gotten on the blanket, which was now thoroughly stuck to both of them. As if this part alone wasn't embarrassing enough, they were still coated with each other's spunk.

"Pwleazhe!" The seal mumbled though a mouthful of the terrible-tasting webbing. It was like eating a shirt. "Get togezher bwefore Ken gets bwack!

"All right all right..." The bird rubbed her head a bit and tried looking at the mess of digimon, webbing, and bodily fluids objectively. "Doesn't look like we can just pull it off..."

"Yeah, we figured dat out." The seal replied sarcastically. Wormmon just moaned a little in embarrassed agreement, his cheeks so red the blush looked like it was permanently painted on. He couldn't say anything at all.

"Umm let's see... I bet it burns off." She flapped her good wing and the small ball of green fire that announced her Spiral Twister appeared before her beak.

"No! No fire!" The seal held up his sticky flippers while Wormmon shook his head left and right rapidly. Gomamon didn't want fire anywhere near his crotch. Wormmon wasn't too enthusiastic about the effects of it on his face either.

"All right... Well, I did bring some stuff..." She shuffled into her bag and pulled out a butcher's knife. "This should be able to..."

"No knives!"

"Ummm..." The bird dug around the bag again, this time pulling out a cordless power drill. She pressed the button and it spun to life with a whirring sound.

"Okay..." The seal sighed. "I can't believe this needs to be said, but: no fire, knives, power tools or anything like that near my cock!"

Biyomon put the drill back into the school backpack. "All right, all right, geeze, don't get your panties in a bind!" This set off another series of giggles from the bird from the bad pun. She dug around her backpack a bit, mumbling to herself. "I got some Everclear."

"What's that?" Gomamon asked as Biyomon cracked open the bottle; the room instantly filled with the smell of alcohol. "Wow that stuff is strong!"

"Alcohol can usually dissolve glues, right?" Biyomon asked. The aroma got worse when she began to pour the liquid over Gomamon's groin and Wormmon's face. The insect closed his eyes tightly. Unlike Gomamon, his sense of smell was nowhere near as good. But even he could sense the strength of the grain alcohol

She put the cap back on and set the bottle to the side. "Let's see if it works as well to waste that stuff as it did Matt and Sora." She snickered a bit. She could remember having to spend half the night holding Sora's hair back as she hugged the toilet. The bottle had remained untouched ever since.

The seal smacked his lips again... the starchy taste was making his mouth unbearably dry. "How'd you even get in through that blizzard? I remembered after I called you. I was a bit worried..." He reached for the bottle of clear liquid.

"Blizzard?" Biyomon began to carefully peel the webbing away, a big smile on her beak. "It's twenty above outside! There wasn't a trace of snow... Why is it soaked in there? Did you two have a pool party before your little tryst?" She didn't look at Gomamon as she pulled another strand off the embarrassed insect's face.

"Honestly! There was a snowstorm! That's why we were hiding in here!" The seal unscrewed the bottle.

"Uh-huh... 'hiding'. Gomamon, You know you can trust me. Are you seriously worried about me blabbing?!" She said in an insulted tone as another chunk of webbing easily came off. It wasn't too sticky anymore, but the amount still made it a problem "It's... Gomamon!" She called worriedly after him.

The seal was holding the bottle after having drunk a good quarter of its contents. "Blegh! That stuff's almost as bad as the webbing!" He complained, smacking his lips once before he spat a chunk of the silk.

"Gomamon!" Biyomon looked up from her work, a big piece of webbing in her wing tips. "Be careful! That's strong stuff!"

"What... I was trying to get the taste out of my mouth." The seal looked down to Wormmon. "Err no offence." He really had to watch what he was saying. He didn't want to insult someone with sharp "teeth" so close to his dick.

The alcohol had been dissolving and weakening the webbing all this time, and Wormmon pulled away, managing to free himself. Some cum leaked out of his maw as he clicked his mandibles while gomamon loudly yelped in pain: the insect was still not fully freed, the webbing still connecting his cheeks to Gomamon's groin. "Gomamon... that's stuff really strong!" He warned.

"Hey... I've had beer before!" Okay, more like half a beer. He was feeling woozy already. Joe was not much of a drinker, and there was never any alcohol around. Although he had always been curious, the seal just never got much exposure to it.

Biyomon shook her head as she got Wormmon fully freed. "Well what you drank? It's like ten beers." She said with a sigh that didn't last long as she helped herself to fondling Gomamon's dick.

"Huh? What do you mean? When did the room start moving like that?" Gomamon asked. Everything was doing circles around him. And the floor seemed to be undulating. He was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to be doing that.

The bird snickered as Gomamon's whole body began to lull to the right, before the seal overcompensated, leaned to the left and fell flat on his face. "It means I am going to take Wormmon to my place and finish getting him cleaned up so you two can keep this your secret..." She looked to Wormmon, who was obviously worried about Ken finding out. "Don't worry, we'll call Ken and tell him you decided to pop by for a visit." She smiled, turning back to the seal. "You, however, are going to stay here, ride this out, probably spew a few times, and spend all of tomorrow with the worst hangover." She snickered and ran her wing into the seal's damaged mohawk. He seemed to be complaining that the floor should not be getting this intimate to his face.

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Cancer was chosen since in the zodiac it is associated with water and cold! I didn't even know the zodiac had elements! I may have to keep those in mind in the future. I don't know if ethanol will dissolve webbing, but for plot purposes, it does, dammit! Anyway, as per usual. Donations welcome, as are comments, chatting, and so on. [email protected] and mrredrover as AIM.