4 - Adventure
#4 of Something Interesting
For no reason I'm going to reveal just what inspired the character Jason Temple. It was two songs, actually; Paint It Black by the Rolling Stones, and Let's See How Far We've Come by Matchbox 20. Let's See How Far We've Come gave me a lot of ideas for the story, too, before I decided to make it a bit less sad. Speaking of music, listen to New Soul by Yael Naim. Now. You may have already heard it, but still, go listen to it; great song. And I think listening to her music (namely Too Long, New Soul, and Toxic) while I write is helping me to do so. I just seem to be going into more detail than usual..
With my token pre-story randomness finished, we begin.
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"You know, you never answered my question, Fayth." A new day had dawned a few hours previous, and our protagonists had risen with the sun, but have yet to stand. Jason lays on his back with his arms behind his head and an unidentified reed-like plant protruding from his mouth. The weed moved up and down as he chewed it, the fuzzy tip brushing against Fayth, who was laying atop him, face-down, with her head on his chest, each time it fell. The cheery vixen let forth a long sigh.
"And what question would that be, my handsome beast?" She had recently been mulling over new nicknames, and liked how this one sounded, but she was going to try out a few more before the day was done. Jason was about to answer her question, but as he opened his mouth Fayth took the opportunity to snatch the plant, which had been tickling her unmercifully. He smiled and said:
"I asked you last night, that is before you made me the happiest Renomon in the world", the grin widened with his thoughts of the passion they had shared, as he spoke, "We're here now, where you wanted us to be, but what are we going to do?" Fayth shifted her body so that she was still resting on his gently rising and falling midsection, but so that she was looking up at the sky. She took his hands in hers and draped them over the base of her neck before she answered.
"It was never about coming to do anything in particular; quite the opposite. I simply wanted to be here with you, in a world without all the hustle and bustle, and more importantly the humans." She rubbed her spine slowly up and down Jason, loving the soft, warm glow he seemed to give her. "We can do whatever we want, whenever we want, though we might have to get into a fight every once in a while."
"Just another one of those things you've yet to tell me; what kind of creatures live in this world?"
"Isn't it obvious, love? Digimon do."
"So there are a lot of creatures just like you and I running about?"
"No, we're a very specific type of digimon. Think of it like you would all the different species in your world. There are incomprehensible varieties of digimon, but me and you just happen to be the sexiest of the bunch." Fayth had a delighted visage. She reached back and rubbed the area beneath Jason's chin, causing him to shut his eyes and purr, the vibrations stimulating Fayth's fingertips as she worked.
"No argument here, you little minx." Jason returned the favor by scratching behind Fayth's ears. Soon the fish, had they known what a motorboat was, would have thought one was traveling across their lake. The adorable din emanating from the couple reaching all the surrounding area. "I hate to stop you, and I hate even more to ask another question, but I promise this will be the last one.. for now. Are there other Renamon and Renomon?"
"Duh! Did you think I just appeared out of nowhere? I have parents, just like anyone else. You should know that you and I are pretty unique; you won't find many gray Renamon around. Most are yellow, but you will see different kinds in different regions. Nobody else has our marking, though."
"You mean this black thing?" Jason motions toward his right eye.
"Yeah. The top part means 'Half', represented by a half-circle, and the lower part is a pathway, symbolizing 'Destiny'. Don't you find it a bit meaningful that the two of us are the only beings with it? Like we're both parts of a two-piece puzzle." Jason hoists Fayth up a bit higher on his body, giving him access to her neck, which he nibbles at affectionately.
"So.. whatever we want, eh?" He gently turns his lover over upon him so that they are face to face. Jason extends his head forward and gives Fayth a kiss; a lengthy, amorous kiss. He reaches his tongue into her mouth and caresses hers. The two keep it up for a while, the love they feel for each other weighing heavily on their hearts. They would have continued had it not been for the erection poking into Fayth's side.
She unlocks their lips and moves downwards until her head is but a few inches from the offender. Fayth licks her chops with a starved look in her eyes. She then puts forth her tongue and brushes the underside from its base to the tip, savoring the heady bouquet the way one would a fine wine. Jason, on the other hand, feels as though he had in fact just drank said liqueur, with his tongue lolling out of his mouth and his energy sapped. The effect Fayth was having on him was breath-taking, a fact that he was experiencing quite literally.
Fayth stopped playing around and shoved her mouth down onto Jason's manhood, its length fitting snugly into her vulpine aperture. She undulated her cheeks, massaging Jason's member gently as she began to fondle his testicles. Noting the small moan Jason made and the retraction of the twin orbs in her hand, Fayth could see clearly that he was close. She started to jerk her head upwards and downwards hoping to speed his release.
Though his eyes were clenched tightly, Jason needed no sight to enjoy what he was feeling. The silken mouth of his beloved descending on his organ repeatedly accompanied with its encompassing warmth would be enough to make anyone spill their seed, and Jason was no exception. Not a minute of this practice and his body began quaking as he lost control. He took hold of Fayth and thrust into her as deep as he could while he fired load after load down her throat and into her waiting stomach.
Fayth didn't mind much, as she was sure her companion would compensate her for her sacrifice. After recovering from his sex-crazed state, Jason spoke.
"..Sorry about that, Fayth."
"I'll forgive you if you pay me back.." After saying the last words she growled erotically under her breath. Taking the hint, Jason hefts Fayth up and lays her down in the same position he had been in. He crawls up her body, stopping as he reaches her chest. Jason lifts her mane to see two of his best friends. He circles Fayth's nipples with his slender, textured tongue before he nibbled and sucked from her teet like a newborn. The breath caught in Fayth's throat.
Jason lowered his free paw to her crotch, rubbing it against her as he went. When he reached her nether regions, he groped about for her clitoris, which he pinched ever so slightly, sending an electric chill rushing to Fayth's brain. Jason stroked her lips lovingly, slipping a finger in every once in a while to keep his actions from being repetitive. Fayth began to thrust herself back at his finger, desperate craving release.
It wasn't long before it came, wet and wild, upon her. Fayth's lower body was spasming, her liquids coating Jason's hand as he used it to prolong her orgasm as much as possible. After it passed, Fayth felt as though it had gone too quickly. Fingers were fine, but she lusted for something a bit more.. substantial. Jason could see it in her eyes. He took his hand and spread her raw essence over his member, now throbbing with new life after the show Fayth had put on.
Jason joined his lips to hers, experiencing his own taste on her tongue. Their bodies basically mirror images of each other but for their respective gender-specific anatomy, it wasn't hard for Jason to find Fayth's second set of lips without looking. He eased himself into her, a gentle purr reverberating between their mouths. Fayth's interior was heated luxuriously, giving Jason's willpower a run for its money. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her senseless, but his human side wouldn't grant its feral counterpart its wish.
Jason began his thrusts at a snail's pace, unhurriedly building speed, allowing Fayth to get accustomed to his girth once more. As the speed increased, her resistance died away at the same rate. Before long the couple's bodies were working like a well oiled machine, Fayth pushing herself into his thrusts with barbaric abandon. That most powerful of feelings, second in her book only to Jason's love, arose in her form.
That intense, drunkening energy proliferated from her womb to her heart, grasping it with tireless fingers, squeezing until her body reached its apex. All that pure stamina is stolen from Fayth in the one glorious, earth-shaking moment that is the culmination of mating. Her walls clamped down hard on Jason's manhood, only to release him, and clamp down once more. Not five seconds into this, Jason was cumming as well, gobs from his life-giving vein filling Fayth to the brim. The now-present knot holding them together let none escape.
Jason collapsed atop his beauty, completely drained, as she was.
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In the hours following, they drifted in and out of dreams and reality, both of which involved cuddling with one another. By noon, Jason and Fayth had completely recovered their energy. Together they bathed in Sapphire Lake, removing the mayhem they had wreaked upon their fur. Reinvigorated, the pair walked back onto the shore and groomed each other before putting on their clothes. Afterwards, Jason triggered a dialogue.
"So, you know the area, yes? Are there any sights to see?" Fayth, who had been preoccupied with playfully blowing dandelion seeds in Jason's direction, put down the weed and responded.
"If we're not talking technology, then you can find just about anything here. Let's just look around." The duo got on their feet and set out towards the forest at their backs. Fayth didn't really want to leave the lake and all of its memories yet, but she could tell her partner was more than eager to explore her homeland. His exuberance reminded her slightly of her younger self. She was a little worried, though. 'Sooner or later we're going to run into another digimon.. I hope it turns out to be an ally'
In Jason's eyes, the expedition was perfect. This world was filled with the crispest of air, the most vibrant foliage; even the birds sounded more musical here. But an odd question popped into his head, which he promptly stopped to ask Fayth.
"Fayth.. You said humans made this world?"
"Yeah, it appeared with the first computer, and it gets improved upon consistently. Why the sudden interest?"
"Do you know about human religions? Like Christianity or Judaism?"
"Not much. Here the only deities we have are the most powerful digimon. Would you please answer my question, Jace?"
"It's just that in Christianity, we believe God made the Earth and heaven. But this place.. To think that man is responsible for the creation of something so beautiful, so.. so superior to the world I used to live in.. It's just a little unnerving." Jason turned and stared into Fayth's silvery eyes. "And you. You're more beautiful than all the human world put together."
"I've said it before, I'll say it again; you don't seem the type of guy to buy into religion."
"That's exactly my point. I can't possibly believe in a higher power anymore; if humans are capable of constructing something as perfect as you, what need is there for a god?" Did Jason really think that highly of her? Fayth would have to wait until later to ask; she could sense something nearby. Looking at Jason, she could tell that he could feel it as well. His body had tensed and his claws had extended out of his forepaws.
A weak scent reached Fayth's nostrils, coming from off to her right. She and Jason charged in said direction, and in a few minutes they were upon their quarry, or rather, it was upon them. It was a lanky, black demon with five long, crimson claws on each hand. On its head were two small wings, on its neck two more, even smaller, and adorning its back were another four, all of them tattered with years of flight and battles.
It flies silently above Fayth and Jason, watching their every move with four blood-red eyes. The demon slowly angles himself downwards so as to attempt catching his next meal. Little does he know that the two gray and white Renamon beneath him are already aware of his presence. As he nears his 'prey', they vanish as a passing tree obstructs his view. Suddenly a sharp pain makes itself known in his back. He turns his head to find the very beasts he was pursuing, holding fast to him, raking their claws along his skin.
Instead of a threat, the monster looks at the situation as an opportunity. He swings a long, club-like tail at his enemies. Jason and Fayth, well aware of what the creature is planning, decide to take a more aggressive approach than dodging. They sink their teeth into the wings on his lower back, gnashing and tearing the flesh and muscle to get at the bone, which they snap like a twig in a hurricane.
The demonic beast lets out a bloodcurdling screech from its vile mouth, before shaking himself wildly to rid himself of the animals upon him. Rethinking their footing, the two transport themselves to the forest floor, soon followed by the black being, who's back, devoid of its lower wings, was bleeding profusely.
"Jace, that thing's called a Devidramon. It'd probably be able to kill one of us, but we should be able to kill it pretty easily as long as you watch out for it's teeth; they--" Before she could continue, the Devidramon charged at Jason and tried to use the very things he was in the process of being warned about. The brute's jaws snapped at air as Jason feinted deftly and brought his claws to bear with the scarlet eyes before him.
As the Devidramon howled in pain and frustration, Jason got a clear view of his teeth, which appeared to be coated in an oily black substance. A few drops of it fell from the fiend's seething maw to fall upon the ground, withering the grass and flowers it touched. Jason realized that the goop must undoubtedly be some potent form of poison. The nigrous devil decided to try his luck with Fayth this time, running at her, striking out with tooth and claw.
Fayth was able to avoid his advances easily enough, but he was giving her no opportunity to counterattack. Eventually, having grown a little tired, she was hit with one of Devidramon's talons. It wasn't enough to hurt her seriously, but it made her stagger long enough for him to land another hit; this time punching her into a nearby tree. After smacking her head into it, Fayth was conscious, but only barely so, and was having a little trouble moving.
Upon seeing his love treated so, Jason snapped. Somewhere deep within him, a flame was fed with the anger and hate he harbored towards the Devidramon. The flame grew into a roaring blaze, giving Jason an intense feeling of power. He ran headlong at the threat, kicking, biting, scratching everywhere at once. After drawing it out tortuously long, Jason strikes the killing blow to his head, burying his claws deep within his opponents skull.
Fayth looked on listlessly, having trouble focusing. Before she knew it, Devidramon was on the ground with a multitude of scars and blood covering his body, and three deep puncture wounds on his head. Again before her mind could grasp it, her lover was before her, the fur on his forepaws and footpaws flowing off of his body into a shadowy, ephemeral, pitch-black inferno. Jason knelt on one knee and placed a surprisingly cool paw on her shoulder. His lips moved, but whatever sound they made were lost on her ears as she slipped into a dark, dreamless sleep.
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As she stirred from her slumber, Fayth felt a being before her. She urged her eyes open, angered at their reluctance. When they complied at last, she found herself staring at Jason, who was sitting at the same height as she, gazing right back at her. His fur was matted with blood, but other than that he seemed his regular self, no fire, no nothing.
"Glad to see you're awake, milady."
"Mmm.. Why do you look like that? Didn't you clean yourself up after the fight?"
"Couldn't. I was too worried about you. That's the disadvantage of this world; all these plants around us, some of them have to be medicinal, but how the hell would I know? The best thing I could do for you was lick your wounds clean and wait."
"You were so worried you couldn't go find some water and wash your fur? Yeah.. I was intending to ask you earlier, after your rant about religion; exactly how much do I mean to you?"
"Well.. Let me put it this way. If you were to die, I would kill myself right then and there. You're basically the only meaningful thing in my entire existence." Fayth was awestruck.
"Really? The only thing? How could you possibly get through life when you think like that?"
"By not thinking about it, of course. The problem was, about a week before you found me, I couldn't stop. If you hadn't changed everything when you did.. I don't really want to think about what might've happened."
"I have good news for you. When a digimon dies, it gets reborn as an egg, sometimes with all the memories of its past life. That is unless its data has been absorbed; then it just disappears off the face of the world."
"So that's what happened.."
"Huh?"
"Remember our good friend the Devidramon? See him anywhere?" Fayth looked behind Jason, and only saw a spot in the grass that was drenched in blood, but there was no body. "A few hours after I started looking after you, I got really hungry. As much as it disgusted me, cooking that bastard was my only option without having to leave you alone. When I touched him, though, his body went all shiny and binary started flying around it. I was curious, so i took a poke at the numbers and they kind of flew into me. In an instant, my hunger was gone, my arms and legs stopped flaming, my wounds were healed, and all my energy came back. It did everything but clean me off."
"Oh! That's right, that fire. Sorry, that's another thing I forgot to explain about we digimon. All of us have a number of abilities, and even other forms, and they usually make themselves known when someone we care about is in danger." Jason sighed.
"Fayth, really, you need to tell me this kind of stuff sooner. Any other info you think I might find even a little bit useful?.."
"Just one thing, as far as I can remember. When a digimon comes back, that egg? Well, it's not the only kind of DigiEgg. Some of them have powerful armors for the person who finds them first." Jason's eyes grew stern. He reached behind his back and said:
"By any chance, love, would this happen to be one of those eggs?"
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To be continued.
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Bwa-ha! Sorry, I hate cliffhangers just as much as the next guy, but I want to put a lot of thought into the next chapter, including the DigiEgg. My God, reading over this chapter, I think I made it go too quickly.. even with all that extra detail. I hope I'm just my own worst critic. Sorry, I'll try harder on the next one. And has anyone else noticed how bad the spell check on this site is? It thinks nigrous and dialogue aren't words.
Jesus, another song-related thing I want to say. Ever heard Heartbeats by Jose Gonzales? It was on Scrubs (Woo! Best show ever!) at one point. Anyway, I'm usually too focused on the guitar to listen to the lyrics, but I paid special attention to them today, and I found that the first few stanzas remind me of this story a lot.. Not to mention my brain has an orgasm every time I hear songs this good.
One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away
Both under influence
We had divine scent
To know what to say
Mind is a razorblade
To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no
One night of magic rush
The start a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love