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Man this series just keeps getting longer and longer. Originally this was going to be World of Warcraft, but I changed my mind. I saw a picture of Babs Bunny in a Nazi uniform pantless... and an idea came to mind. Yes I do have a perverted mind. And our almost-verse trio is back, with Father Gabumon, a character popular before he even made a personal appearance!

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The Twelve Talismans: Dimensional Travels

Chapter 40: Internment (Yolei/Hawkmon)

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To some, the sight of a dimensional portal cracking the sky as it opened anew was mundane, but no such person were present to witness the blinding blue lightning halo out of which three figures tumbled out. The Digimon trio found themselves heaped on the ground yet again. The white feline got up first.

"Please tell me it worked." She nervously asked with a circular glance. They were in an alley, grime-coated brick walls stretching a half block in either direction. A green rusted dumpster was angled awkwardly and overflowed with rotten vegetables and other garbage.

"It should." Gomamon growled as they walked down the alley path a bit. "I mean... I know it should've worked. The calculations were faultless... yet..." The air smelled wrong... Something was off. He looked at the wall. The faded spray-painted graffiti made no sense to him. Der Wolf und der kobold? He assumed "Wolf" meant, well, "wolf". He wasn't sure what language the rest was... but it wasn't Japanese or English. He looked down at the Omnitrix. It was beeping a bit. "No new DNA detected. Omnitrix now entering standby mode." Gomamon smiled at that. "Well... at least it didn't lock me out. Wait, no new DNA? Maybe this is our world!" Everywhere else the Omnitrix would lock out and demand he find the so-called 'dominant DNA source.'

Gabumon tapped the wooden cross on his chest saying a silent prayer. "If we are here, it's because we were meant to be. It is all part of God's plan." He concluded

"Well do me a favor..." The seal turned away from the writing on the wall to snarl back. "And tell God to stop fucking up my life my his plan!"

Unsurprisingly, Gabumon didn't particularly appreciate. "You blasphemous quadruped!" He snarled, hands clenching harder around the crucifix.

"Self-righteous bastard!"

They had been butting heads for a while now. Travelling from world to world, each trip bringing more frustration and anger. Gabumon had even less chances than Gomamon to release tensions, and they kept harping at each others.

Gatomon yet again found herself caught in the middle yet again. Despite herself, she had gotten used to playing peacemaker. "Please guys!" She whispered loudly before it turned into yet another fight. "Let's just figure out where we are..."

"Halt!"

It was one of those voice that never considered the possibility of not being obeyed. The trio turned toward it to find a dozen soldiers standing there. Humans, young, tall, pale, blond and blue-eyed... disturbingly similar overall, a similarity compounded by their uniform. The leader stepped forward. He was the only one whose weapon wasn't pointed at them. "Where are your badges?" He asked.

"Badges?" Gatomon asked, eyeing the rifles trained on her friends. She din't get to ask any further question, freezing at the sight of the insignia they wore on their arms. The swastika might have been a holy symbol in Japan, but in a white circle on red background it took on a whole different meaning.

"Nazis?" She muttered to herself.

"Nazis?" Gomamon asked louder, an eyebrow rising. "Seriously?"

"Definitely not our universe." The preacher 'mon nodded. He seemed unconcerned about the weaponry trained on them. "And one clearly in desperate need of guidance." He clutched again at the conspicuous pendent.

That seemed to get the attention of one of the soldier. "What BLASPHEMY is this?" He screamed, stomping over to rip the religious regalia off the lizard and starting to stomp on it as if it were alive and required putting down. "Digimon have no soul. You are animals! You have no right to salvation!"

There was a moment of dumbfounded silence, mostly on Gabumon's end. Gomamon was doing his very best to keep from grinning at the lizard's expression and reddening face. When Gabumon glanced at the other, Gomamon had managed to recover.

"Truce?" The seal proposed with a grin.

The preacher turned back to face the armed unit. "Oh yeah." He snarled.

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"All right." Gatomon was typing on the computer. Out of the three of them, she was the one with the better skills and the best language skills by far: reading, if not speaking most major Western and Eastern languages. "Okay... you know the Digital World originates with the early U.S. supercomputers, right?"

Twin nods came from the seal and lizard. Half a dozen trained soldiers was little more than a light workout for them. The ones in question were currently locked in the dumpster, unconscious. Gomamon had to admit... he enjoyed beating the stuffing out of them a little too much. Most of the time thrashing humans gave him a bit of guilt, but Nazi ranked slightly higher than zombies. Anyway, the goon squad was out of the picture for now. Gabumon had easily fused the dumpster lid shut, so they were not a problem in the foreseeable future either. The black van was clearly their transportation: it was some sort of surveillance vehicle filled with cameras, computers and other gadgets.

"Well... In our world the German develloped the Zuse Computers, but barely used them in the war effort, while the Americans develloped the first true electronic computer to decipher German codes. In this reality, the German built better computers earlier, which they used extensively in counter-intelligence measures, especially in the Battle of Britain, and when that country fell, they gained access to a huge reservoir of minds eager to..."

She paused with a frown. "Sorry, this this is somewhat propagandish." She apologized. "Anyway. Point is, the Nazis had a huge advance in intelligence and codes... and more importantly Hitler didn't backstab Stalin as early as he did, and Japan didn't attack Pearl Harbor, so the Americans were eager to stay out of it. Predictably, the Nazis won the war, and by that time they had already started networking computers... By the early sixties they had cleaned up after themselves in Western Europe and Northern Africa, they were racing to attack the Soviet Union, and has essentially a functional retro-style Internet... that's when they found the Digital World."

"Okay, I know there are evil Digimon... but hell, even the worst just wanted to conquer everyone equally. I don't think they'd just ally with humans... Remember Myotismon?" Gomamon pointed out.

"We were born out of data at a relatively peaceful time, right after the end of the Cold War, from European, Japanese, Korean, America data. This Internet is controlled tighter than the Chinese Internet, and this Digital World was infused from the start with Nazi ideals. They were not wanting for Digimon eager to help. Or just eager to massacre humans: remember that they were on the verge of a major war with the communists!"

"Ugh." Gomamon looked ill to even think that. "So how bad is it?"

"Very bad... Once they got through the Soviets, there wasn't much to stop them from taking over what part of the Old World Japan hadn't already subjugated... they kept Australia as a penal colony, though. Then they got to South America before the countries there could unite." Her lips moved and her ears drooped as she finished reading and summarized for them. "Pretty much all that's left now are Mexico, Canada, Greenland and the United States. But how do humans fight against us? A champion can take on a hundred soldiers. An ultimate can wipe out an army! And Digimon are easier to get across an ocean than tanks!"

Gomamon sighed. "I... damn...This... This might be too big for us." He really didn't like running from a fight, but how could the three of them fight well, basically the whole world. "Maybe I should just turn into Gray Matter and build the machine right now so we can..."

A loud, childish screech cut him off. The trio peered through the van's back windows. A small squad of soldiers supported by a unit of the praying mantis digimon Snimon had surrounded a nearby house. Another soldier dragged a child out. Her nose was bleeding as she cried wordlessly. She sounded like a two-years-old, and when she looked up in their direction, the digimon understood why: although they were apparently somewhere in what they knew as Czechoslovakia, she had folded eyelids... and probably not because her father was Asian. Her mother rushed out after the soldier, but two others quickly tackled her to the ground. There was more shouting but before anything else could happen there was a single gunshot. The squad leader said some pithy line that the digimon didn' hear as the body fell limp onto the.sidewalk.

"Remember how I said this is too big for us?" Gomamon snarled. A moment later, a giant four armed red alien had ripped a hole right through the roof: there just wasn't enough room for him inside the van. "Fuck that." He roared loudly and sprang forward.

The Snimon turned to face the large muscular alien. Gomamon took down one of the giant green insects before it knew what was happening. The other two turned toward him only to be raked by a blast of blue fire.

The flames died in Gabumon's mouth... his rookie form would not be enough for this. "Gabumon digivolve to..." There was a burst of blue light, the back doors of the van exploding as a giant white wolf with blue stripes leapt out. Garurumon snarled. It was a strain to force himself into champion form without Matt, but he could do it for a short while. His cross hung around his neck, the purple shawl now more of a collar. "Surrender sinners!"

"Oh just hit them, you moron!" Gomamon complained, needing only a sweep of his arm to take out half the human squad. One of the spared ones levelled an AK-47 at him, but it was ripped out of his hands and promptly tied into a knot before he could use it. "Luckily for you I have a strict no-kill policy." The transformed seal glared briefly at the dumbstruck man, then grabbed his arm and did to it the same thing he had to the gun, resulting in a scream of agonizing pain before the man fainted. "Luckily for me, it's not a no-injury policy, you diseased bastards!"

Gatomon was not the fighter of the group, but she wasn't going to do nothing. The child was still breathing. They'd shot her in the stomach--probably so she'd suffer longer. Monster. Even Gatomon was angry enough to fight, spending a moment to break the rifle of one of the soldiers over his head. She then quickly tended to the girl with the fallen soldier's shirt. "Come on, this way!" She shouted as she took charge of the escape. The rest of the girl's family was huddled in the building's entrance, watching with wide eyes Gomamon use a Snimon as a giant club. She cursed. Of course civilians wouldn't just know English in this world! "Bewegen Sie Sich! Dort enlang!" The German got their attention. She carried the injured girl in her arms and ran down the street. She didn't know where she was going, but anywhere had to be better than here.

The lieutenant shouted in German in his a walkie-talkie as the other two digimon tore apart his little squad. Gomamon heard something about digimon and 'Der Volf' before his fist crushed both the transmitter and the hand holding it. He let the man scream a few seconds, then kicked him and sent him flying.

"How you doing?" Gomamon shouted while the pot-bellied man flew across the street and shattered the windshield of the van they were hiding in earlier..

Garurumon bit down and snapped the rifle in his maw into half. "Doing fine." He snarled, his front paws resting on the fallen carapace of a Snimon. But a blast of electricity knocked him off his feet and back into his rookie form.

Gomamon turned around. Now he knew the commander had also been screaming for reinforcements: a bunch of digimon, all champions or ultimate, were rushing in their direction. Many were flying, but the ground-based ones were hot on their trail. Garurumon had obviously been hit by the Kabuterimon in front, This one was lime green (a bad taste that Gomamon briefly bemoaned for himself), with the Nazi insignia apparently engraved in his solid skin.

"Great!" The alien twisted the knob to a different setting and his form changed again, growing into an aqua, crystalline form with glowing yellow eyes. "A real challenge!" His arms morphed into a pair of giant sickles.

"I'll be borrowing that line, if you don't mind~"

The one-liner was followed by a wave of fire that brushed over Gomamon's head. The alien seal hit the ground. Even through his nigh-impenetrable skin he could feel the heat consuming the advancing army. Maybe not the digimon, but the humans certainly seemed to feel its power, burning like roasted pigs. Out of the fire leapt a familiar werewolf figure. Embers lapped around him as he tore into the attackers like a force of nature. "Gabumon?" He and the lizard never quite got along, but this much... ferocity was definitely something new. WereGarurumon tore the arms clean off the Kabuterimon, impaling two other digimon with them before they could dissolve into data.

Gabumon, his Gabumon. Complete with cross and somewhat damaged bible, stood next to him. Singed but all right. "I'm as surprised as you."

"Oh... that is my little pal." Someone put a hand on both their shoulders. "Hello boys... my name is Temptation." The grey furred Gatomon purred softly. "And it is a pleasure to meet you."

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Four months ago...

Clang Clang Clang Clang ...

It was a small dark-furred feline with horns. She was walking along a chainlink fence and the pitchfork she held made metallic noise as it dragged against the thing. "Hmmmm..." Temptation twirled her tail a bit, eyes glancing at her surroundings. Inside the fence stood unpainted, faded cabins and hollow shells of humans in ugly beige uniforms. The only color came from the badges on the front: pink triangles, red or black triangles mostly... She'd expected yellow stars, but she couldn't know there had not been a Jew seen in Europe for over a decade. She didn't know what the pink stars on a circle meant, though, like the one on that girl right there... wait, she knew that face. Or rather Gatomon did, and Temptation had all of these memories.

"Yolei?"

The purple-haired girl looked up in surprise, searching for the voice, then skittered back upon spotting its source. "No... Please... I'm sorry. Heil Hitler, Heil My..."

"Shhh shhh..." Temptation put her paws to the fence. "Just be quiet a moment, dear..." She beckoned the human closer.

Yolei whimpered, but crawled forward. It was not like she could fight a digimon anyway. She hoped it would stop at a beating and not get worse. "Y... yes ma'am."

"Tell me Yolei... why are you here?" Temptation's tail reached in to run down Yolei's cheek.

The girl reached out to the triangle and tapped it. "Sexual deviancy, ma'am..."

"Yes, yes, I gathered so much... Now tell me something I don't know," The feline added in a soothing tone.

Tears began streaming down the human's cheeks, a finger tracing the circle. "Bes... bestiality ma'am." She took out her glasses to rub her eyes. Both lenses were cracked.

"Oh? Kinky." Temptation snickered. "Attracted to the neighborhood dog?"

"No ma'am!" Yolei blurted out, but quickly lowered her voice. "A... digimon. Hawkmon ma'am..." She had to relate this story a dozen times and more, usually with beatings to make sure she did so properly: "I... unnaturally, against the natural order of things... was attracted to a digimon. It is against the order of the chosen race of the Übermenschen. Women are meant to be good wives to good human husbands... to be pure on our wedding nights...Heil Hitler..." She started to snivel again.

"Wait wait..." The avatar needed a second to get her thoughts together. "So... let me see if I get this?" Temptation held out a claw. "This world is run by Nazis? Who suppress everything that is different? No experimentation? No sexual freedom?"

"Yes ma'am." Yolei figured this was some sort of weird test. "A women's place is with a human male. Only to be touched in her wedding bed."

The demon cat stood there for a moment, then rolled her eyes. "Oh, fuck that honey." She raised her pitchfork. All three points were burning. Yolei shrieked and stumbled back, covering her face. She stayed motionless for a second before lowering her arm. She was... still alive? The fence, what was left of it, was melted into molten slag now.

"Wh...what?" She mumbled.

Temptation walked in and didn't even flinch when the alarms started blaring. "It's a jail break." She walked over and picked up Yolei under her armpits and set her to her feet. "Oh, more accurate, I think, a jail takeover..."

"B... but..." Yolei looked confused. "Why?"

"A world where every bit of temptation is suppressed?" The cat purred. "Oh I can't have that..." She smiled, tail running over Yolei's chest. She continued acting suggestively even as the guards, both digimon and human, rush toward them. "Now... we are going to free you. And you are going to find Hawkmon... and fuck his little brains out."

"No you won't!" The feline looked around at automatic weapons aimed at her. There were at least twenty digimon, mostly rookies with a few champions and a lone ultimate level Knightmon. "You will lie down on the ground and surrender for processing."

The cat just laughed. "Oh that is cute..." She snickered while her tail finally moves away from the relieved human girl.

"You won't get a second warning." The Knightmon was ready to strike at the much smaller digimon. She was a champion, and he had absolutely no reason to fear her.

"And you won't get a warning." She snapped her fingers.

Knightmon just looked confused, then looked up at something that was howling inhumanly above them. Just in time to see the wolf man descend upon him and rip off his head. His eyes still looked threatening when his body exploded into atoms.

WereGarurumon snarled as he tore into the guards. There was no holding back on human or digimon alike. "Now then." Temptation took Yolei by the hand, leading her to the main building. The screams of anguish and pleas for mercy from the Nazis behind her seemed as distant as the sky itself. "I would simply love you to tell me how this place works... and especially who I need to kill so it breaks down."

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The camp was liberated in ten minutes. WereGarurumon was one of the best fighters in the Digital World; it was hardly a challenge.

The freed digimon and humans were eating, cleaning, celebrating cautiously. Yolei had been enlisted to give the demon a crash course in this universe, and was currently rattling off everything she could think of. Temptation could communicate without going through the normal channels, but she had chosen Yolei to do this because the girl was one of the few Japanese people in the camp, and she enjoyed hearing the language a lot better than German. The human hadn't yet released Hawkmon from her arms.

"What a lousy world." Temptation sighed, feet hoisted up on the desk.

Yolei could only repeat the basic official history, but that was bleak enough. The eradication of Jews, Gypsies and homosexuals, the strict laws regulation sex and marriage, the outlawing of pornography and so on so forth.

"What do you care?" Gabumon snarled from the sink. Humans were a lot messier to kill then Digimon, and he had been washing himself while Yolei recounted all this. "Odds are we won't be here that long anyway."

"Gabumon, my dear." The cat jumped off the desk toward the lizard and ran a paw over his cheek. "I am Temptation. To make people and digimon do what their darkest desires is what I live for." She moved her paws down his chest but knew better than to actually grope him. "My life's duty is to shut out that little voice that tells them to be good and proper. But this world? Everything is just so... repressed. I simply can't stand it."

"Can... can we go now?" Yolei asked softly. She didn't completely trust these people. 'Temptation' obviously had some sort of agenda, but this Gabumon was just so... savage.

"Of course not!" Temptation turned back to the pair. "Did you forget the other part of our deal?"

"What... I don't recall?" Yolei hugged Hawkmon tighter. The digimon looked tense, ready to defend his digidestined and lover, even though they both knew he was in no state to do so against these two.

"I free you; now you fuck your boyfriend." Temptation grinned from ear to ear.

"Huh?" That had been the first thing the bird said since his partner had begun her explanations.

"Your forbidden love... flying against the Nazi ideal... I love it." She grabbed Yolei by the arm and pulled her to unsteady feet while Hawkmon took flight. "Now come on, you've eaten, cleaned up..." She grinned as she dragged the pair to the next room where she pretty much threw Yolei on the couch of the now deceased commander's office. "And you best fuck each other's brains out!"

"But..." Hawkmon started before she grabbed his foot and sent him flying toward the human.

"And no sticking to the boring missionary positions either." The black digimon warned with a Cheshire grin. "I expect you two to go wild... go through the kama sutra or something. I know you got what it takes to come up with a few more positions of your own!" She winked at them, tail whipping behind her like an angry cobra. "Oh, don't look at me like that! I don't plan on watching... tempting as it is." She snickered. "Gabumon and I will be talking to the masses. This little prison will be our base." She slammed the door shut tight. "I'll be back to check on you when we're done!" She shouted through the wood and walked off. Hawkmon and Yolei just stared at the door for several long seconds.

"Uhhh... Yolei... we don't have to... you know. I mean..." The bird stuttered a bit, a wing moving to rub the back of his white head. "We've... just gotten free... and..."

He wasn't given a chance to finish his thought. The violet-haired girl tackled him and peppered his hard yellow beak with butterfly kisses while her hands roamed his downy body. "Mmmh... My birdie, dear gods I've missed you." She pressed her mouth to his beak and forced her tongue inside. The bird's was slender and shorter and quickly lost the Frenching battle with Yolei's larger organ.

The making out session ended quickly when Yolei stood up off the couch and almost ripped the too-thin uniform off her body, all to happy to get rid of the oppressive symbols. She didn't even have panties or a bra. No one did: prisoners were not allowed underwear... or privacy for that matter. No one ever had a chance to relieve sexual tensions, although the situation meant not much of it happened in the first place. She was lucky to have been there only a short time: although it was ostensibly a reeducation camp, over half of the prisoners died within a year. The famished sick and dying cramped three to a tiny bunk (when there was a bunk) until they were "purified". Those convicted of bestiality at least had a chance: digimon were useful tools, but Yolei has resigned herself to dying like cattle with the other unlucky minorities (Aryans had a much better chance... as she might have had if she'd stayed in Japan).

Hawkmon soon felt his groin stir and his red prick begin to poke out of the brown feathers as his naked lover stood in front of him. "Yolei..." He panted with concern as he looked at her.

Four months being worked to exhaustion and fed little had affected her heavily... and yet she was in better shape than many. The girl had dropped a good ten pounds in the short time she was here, and she clearly couldn't afford it. Her face had hollowed out visibly, and her ribs were starting to show below her original small, but now nonexistent breasts. "They... haven't been feeding us very well." Yolei felt a bit ashamed at the frailness of her body.

"You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen." Hawkmon answered and slipped off the couch toward her. The state she was in didn't change one bit who she was. He wrapped his wings around the young girl's ass and squeezed tightly, unable to keep a wince: he could feel the bones. He pressed his beak into the girl's snatch and stuck his tongue down the slit slowly. He loved her taste and had thought he would never get to feel it on his tongue again.

Yolei's knees felt weak, and not just because of malnutrition. Her pussy contracted and she had to stumble back to the couch, the tweed fabric rough against her naked ass cheeks. "Oh god." She groaned as she spread her legs wide, her cunt splaying lewdly towards the bird digimon and inviting him to use her.

Hawkmon was rock hard now. Just the smallest sampling of the girl's twat made the digimon so aroused... He had not touched himself in weeks. Digimon prisoners were treated a little better than humans, but not allowed to meet with the humans: they had to keep some sort of pretence that they were treating the prisoners fairly. There was heavy pressure to get the creatures to join the Nazi forces, with their human companions the perfect negotiation pawns, but Hawkmon had steadfastly refused. He had not known any sort of pleasure since he was ripped from Yolei's arms while they were busy violating the law. And now after what seemed like an eternity she was here again and lay out in front of him. He wrapped his arms around the girl's slender waist and pressed his tapered red cock against her opening like he had so many times before in secret, but had a moment of hesitation. Why would that Temptation female just leave them like that? Wasn't she watching?

"Hawkmon!" Yolei wrapped her legs around the smaller bird and pulled him until he was hilted right into her, then immediately started thrusting against him as he cock penetrated her deeply. "Ohhh god how I've missed you inside of me!" She couldn't care anymore where they were or if anyone could hear. She just needed him too badly. Her pussy was so wet it was just dripping. It made wet sloppy sounds every time the bird slammed into her. "Oh god, don't stop, please don't stop!" She begged. Her hands wrapped around the back of Hawkmon's neck and pulled his face into her chests as if she could draw him even closer.

Not that Hawkmon would stop. He needed this just as badly. His penis was soon dripping precum into the Japanese girl's pussy. "Yolei..." He shuddered, trying so hard to hold back... but after a month without orgasm he was finding it exponentially harder to hold himself back. His hips trembled when he crossed the point of no return, then bucked wildly as he came hard. "Yolei!" He came with a squeal of delight and flooded her with bird sperm.

"Uhhh Hawkmon!" Came the reply as Yolei had a nice orgasm of her own. She felt the warmth of her lover coat her vaginal walls. It almost was like the first time they did it, years ago. Like that day she gave her virginity to the bird that was her partner. The glow spread through her entire body. "That was... great Hawk." She panted as she felt the animal dick flop out of her along with a good month's worth of pent up birdie sperm.

"I missed it... and you of course!" Hawkmon added quickly.

"Mmmm I know you did Hawkster." Yolei leaned forwards, grabbed the slimy dick in her right hand and squeezed tightly. She always had insatiable needs. How they'd gotten in trouble to begin with: she just couldn't control herself. Her hand kept stroking the red bird shaft over and over. And it wasn't long before Hawkmon was throbbing hard again. He so missed the soft yet firm touch of his lover. "And that is exactly why we can't stop so soon, can we?" She laughed as she let go of the penis and got down on the floor. Hands grabbing at the foot of the couch, she turned onto her back, ass raised against the piece of furniture, and smiled inviting at the male.

"I guess we did... well you did." Hawkmon smiled as he took flight and hovered over the perfection that was Yolei's ass, even in its current state. His own cock was still dripping... whether from Yolei's natural juices or his own fluids it was hard to tell. He prepared to dive at the girl, shifting to aim his throbbing penis downward toward her exposed cunt, then pushed against the ceiling and propelled himself down, member shoving in with pinpoint accuracy.

"Uhhh!" Yolei groaned as she was cock slammed by the horny bird. Her fingers gripped the couch foot harder, holding on for dear life. "Oh yes... Hawkmon, do me!" She squealed loudly as she was fucked again in her wet snatch.

Hawkmon flapped his wings and went up a few inches until just the top of his tapered penis was in the wet hole. He then let himself fall till he was totally in again. "Uhhh!" He moaned with each repetition of the movement. It was a challenge to fly with such precision... and in these conditions! But it was such a unique and enjoyable way of pleasuring each others! "Yolei!" He panted as he slammed straight down again. "You are so tight..." He shuddered a bit as he continued to hump the newly freed lady. He worked hard and fast on his second orgasm... months of pent up desire for her were quickly bringing a second orgasm in him.

"Oh, cum in me!" The purple haired vixen shouted, reaching between her legs to rub over her clit and add more pleasure to the already wonderful sensation. A tiny orgasm filled her body after a few seconds of running the nub. But it only left her wanting more. Her fingers were a blur as she tried to reach the zenith once more. "Come on... come on!"

Hawkmon could cum now... but he was holding back. He knew Yolei's body almost as well as she did, and he was waiting for her to orgasm first. It took a lot of willpower to keep himself from exploding that way, so he slowed his tempo just a touch. Enough to stay on the edge while Yolei caught up.

The girl was moaning loudly as her fingers flashed over the clit. Her orgasm was coming faster and faster... and then it was just there. She let out a shudder and wordless groans as she came. She tried to call out Hawkmon's name but couldn't even get the first syllable out; she was too lost in the forbidden pleasure.

Hawkmon felt the girl tighten around his bird shaft... and he let himself go. He slammed down thrice more and felt his balls drain for a second time inside his girlfriend. "Ohhhh yesss..." He cooed... He flapped his wings again and withdrew completely. His dick spurted a few more random loads that landed on Yolei's thighs and stomach.

Yolei moaned softly as she reached around and played with her cummy snatch a bit. "Mmmm... I thought I'd never feel you inside of me again..." she pulled out the wet fingers as Hawkmon landed in front of her. She took the digits and ran them across her chest. "And we so have to make up for lost time." She snickered and pounced the bird again.

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Present day

"So you are dimensional travelers too?" Gomamon asked. "What are the odds?" He was still in his Diamondhead form.

"We... hmm... popped in this world due to unforeseen circumstances." The grey-furred kitten purred, eyes travelling over the potential new allies. "We took over a nice little internment camp. It's wonderful: the Nazi drop off prisoners, and we free them. 'course... Gabumon and I do enjoy the occasional hands-on work." Temptation snickered a bit as WereGarurumon came to join them before shrinking down to his original form. Almost the original: the other lizard noticed that his eyes were dark grey instead of red. The same colour as Temptation's fur...

Gomamon reached for the bracelet to follow his example.

"Well... I gotta say... I'm no fans of Nazis... but even th- Argh!" As he spoke his body quickly shrunk into his usual seal shape Only to be blasted by a blast of blue fire.

"You!" Gabumon snarled angrily, then promptly leapt at the smoldering seal, but was fortunately tackled by his religious twin.

"Calm down!" Father Gabumon held his counterpart in a head lock. "I know you are better than this!"

"Let me at him!" Gabumon barked in his rage, but the other lizard held on tightly. Gomamon backed away.

"As much as this is turning me on..." The furry feline went over to her Gabumon and ran a paw over his chin. "Shhh calm down, sweetie... This is another Gomamon, from another universe. He is not our enemy."

The chubby rookie looked unconvinced and continued to growl as his struggles subsided.

"You can let him go now. Sorry about that, dears." Temptation went over to Gomamon, a paw playfully ruffling his smoldering hair. "Gabumon just has some... pent-up aggression."

The seal shook his head.

"Ugh... do all Gabumons hate me?" He was no stranger to being knocked for a loop, but usually he had some sort of warning! He did appreciate the feline petting him, though. "At least I do better with Gatomons... Oh right, Gatomon!" He looked around in a blind panic. "Where is she?!"

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"Ugh..." Gatomon woke up in a holding cell. She didn't know where. The last thing she remembered was helping the Jewish family escape... then she was attacked by a half-dozen lepine Gazimon... She did her best to fight them off, but her lack of experience and the humans getting in the way ended up with an electric blast to her head. Her fur was still standing on end and crackling with static electricity. She heard yelling in German and the increasing pounding of her own heart.

"How could you not recognize her?!" A deep male voice came shouting through, probably human. "She's one of the Elite!"

"But she's always in her ultimate form..." Accents, definitely a digimon. It was strangled, possibly injured. Moreover it sounded more scared than she was.

"You should hope she decides not to have the entire squad sent to a work camp for the rest of our lives!"

Gatomon couldn't make out the next few seconds of angry whispering. She waited some more... not sure what was happening, much less how to best react. All she managed was nervously wringing her paws together and wishing she was anyone else. Everyone always seemed to at least have an idea how to deal with this kind of stuff.

A guard walked in. A man, mid-fifties, dressed head to toe in a spotless grey uniform and bowed deeply. He did not straighten up while talking, but addressed her in Japanese. "I am most deeply sorry, Lady Gatomon." Despite his proper, measured tone, she could smell the fear from him. "The soldiers who struck you will be severely punished."

By now she had absolutely no idea what was going on. "It's... okay?" She said nervously.

The captain seemed both confused and relieved. If anything the feline seemed more scared then him. It may have been a trick though... a test? Whatever it was, he would be the dutiful solider to the end. "We have sent for your attendants and an escort is on its way, Lady Gatomon... and of course." He made a gesture at a terrified-looking Gazimon, the one, she presumed, who tagged her with the blast. "The Gazimon who assaulted you, to do with as you like." The digimon held a meticulously-folded uniform, crisp and freshly-laundered. On top of the pile of clothes was green hat with an embossed golden swastika. "We hope you shall fit in his former uniform, mein Lady." The captain clicked his heels. "Our regiment is formed entirely of Gazimon..."

Gatomon took the hat and repressed a queasy feeling. Whatever was oing on, she'd better play along. "It... will do." She nodded.

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Temptation had brought them all back to the camp.

"If anything's happened to her." Gomamon grumbled to himself. "I swear I will..."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry at all in your place." Temptation smiled and ran her paw down Gomamon's back. "For one thing digimon are considered too valuable in the war effort to simply execute."

"How is that supposed to..." The seal clawed at the couch, fabric and stuffing shred out of the furniture while Temptation rolled her eyes. She grabbed his head and aimed it at a poster on the wall.

"Shhh honey... There is a much more relevant reason... I know I should have it removed but..." She took a dart from the side table and flung it at the piece of propaganda, nailing the character straight in the left eye. "I enjoy the target practice."

Many more holes peppered the faded poster. Most of them were centered around Hitler.

"Hitler?" Gomamon asked with an arched eyebrow as the dart still vibrated noisily "How is he even still alive?"

"Between Nazi science and digimon with magic healing power? The opposite would be the surprising part! Now look at the Digimon Elite around him." Temptation answered.

Gomamon had not noticed the four tall characters behind him. They were familiar figures to him. The black leather-clad albino LadyDevimon. The blond, equally pale vampire Myotismon. The anthro armored orange dinosaur WarGreymon, Agumon's mega form. And most surprisingly, in the same Nazi uniform as the other three, was Angewomon, Gatomon's ultimate form. "Gatomon?! You mean in this universe, she..."

"She's one of the digimon generals of the Nazi regime. The Elite Four." Temptation smirked. "In this world... Gatomon is one of the most evil Digimon around."

Gomamon sighed. "Why can't it ever be simple?"

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