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Digimon Defenders Chapter 8: The Ritual

Gato awoke as she had for the last three days: her penis buried hilt deep inside a tiny hooded figure. She moaned as her cock twitched, the first ejaculation of her orgasm beginning just as she returned to awareness. Her back arched and she gripped the cloaked Digimon's hips, grunting as she flooded warmth and wetness with thick, hot cum. Her body convulsed, her mouth opening in a silent scream of ecstasy as she felt the hot, wet tightness convulse and squeeze her penis with incredible force.

A small, swollen erection poked out from under the folds of the cloak, and it twitched and jumped. A hot, gooey strand of semen blasted from its tip, colored a steely, metallic silver. The figure moaned and whimpered, its voice feminine, extremely high-pitched, and very young. As her naked hips slapped wetly against Gato's repeatedly, the force of the impact causing her hood to come off and fall down.

The face that was revealed was that of a young child, about 6 cycles at the absolute oldest. She was a puppy, with very vaguely canine features. Her fur was cream-colored, the shade of pure white in early-evening sunset, a beautiful yellow-white. Her ears were long and drooped down by the sides of her face, bouncing about with her movements. She had rosy-pink cheeks, and a tiny triangular pink nose. Her eyes were the most unique part. Gatomon had seen others of her race with bright, vivid blue eyes, or shimmering green... but this girl had both: her eyes were heterochromatic, one blue, one green. She wore a golden ring similar to Gato's around her neck like a collar, the metal etched with arcane and mystical designs.

Her body was lithe and slim, with no real curves. It was that of a healthy child of only a few years of age, still growing and well-cared for. Her pink nipples poked through the cream-colored fur, rock hard with arousal. Her hips were round and shapely, her rump tight and fuzzy as it bounced in Gato's lap.

Most notable was the six-inch penis jutting from her hips. Large on her tiny frame, the pulsing rod of hard flesh jutted out, bouncing and slapping back and forth between her own fuzzy stomach and Gato's. It pulsed and jumped, firing off again and again as it sprayed silver cum into the air. The fluid splashed across Gato's face and chest, forming pools of liquid metal-colored fluid in her fur. The child's tiny vulva was spread to its absolute limit around Gato's cock, the bulge of it visible in her flat tummy as she impaled herself again and again upon it.

"Nnngh... S-Sala..." Gato moaned, pumping her hips into the little child, "W-Why do you keep doing this?"

"Ahh! I-It's my responsibility, Miss Gato! I... gah! ...I was assigned by Master Piedmon to... follow you and aid you in getting used to being here..." the child giggled, gripping her length as she milked her foreskin, splashing Gato's face with her silver semen, "And I've n-never met another girl with a thingie... like me..."

Gatomon moaned as she rocked her hips against Salamon, her cum pouring back out of the child. Her tail swished back and forth as she reached up to gently grip Sala's hips, guiding her as she pumped against her. She grunted, drawing back until only the thick, bulbous head of her penis was inside Sala's cleft. With extra room now, Sala squealed in delight as Gato flooded her tiny hole with rich cream. She gripped her smaller length, trying to point it at Gato's mouth. Unfortunately, her aim was terrible, and her silver cum splashed messily against Gato's forehead, then her left cheek. The feline folded her ears back in mild displeasure at the splattering.

"Ahh... My tummy is all full and sloshy! It's so warm and makes my cunny all squishy!" Sala giggled, pulling free of Gato with a wet slurping noise. The feline's cock jerked, firing several last bursts over Salamon's rear. Gato moaned, but showed no emotion as she lay, trying to catch her breath.

The feline took deep breaths, trying to calm her heartbeat and regain the Emptiness. The Emptiness was important, the most important thing. All who worshipped Belialmon needed to be empty of thought, empty of emotion, empty of desire, empty of spirit. By being empty of everything, they could be filled with the profane darkness of the dread being they worshipped.

The only problem was that Salamon kept disturbing Gato. Since three days ago, the little puppy had followed the older kitten everywhere. The rest of the villagers in the subterranean compound where they made their worship were quiet and peaceful, working in Emptiness as they farmed, prayed, and performed menial tasks. Salamon did not seem to understand the concept, and was cheerful and energetic. If Gato had allowed herself the sin of feeling emotions, she might have found the child annoying.

As it was, the feline gently picked up Sala and put her aside on the cot in her empty room. The room was supposed to be a reflection of her mind and soul: utterly barren save for the essentials; a statue of Belialmon to worship, a cot to sleep in, and a cloak to hide her identity. Identities were for the heathens who did not know the blissful Emptiness of the Demon Digimon.

Gato stood up, using a spare rag to wipe her penis clean, ignoring the protests of Sala, who wished to clean it with her tongue. She plucked her cloak from the hook and shrugged it on over her shoulders, tying it shut around her waist. Her cock stood out from under the fabric, but Gato ignored it. Sexual arousal and pleasure were not sins against the Demon, but sexual desire was. Masturbation and sexual release were supposed to be done in a ritual manner in worship of the Demon; yet another thing Sala did not seem to understand. Instead, every morning, Gato awoke to find her perched on top of her cock. The first day, Sala could not fit the entire thing inside her. Now on the fourth day, she was able to take Gato to the hilt.

"You speak too much. Unless you have something important to say, you should be quiet," Gato chided, her blue eyes half-lidded as she glanced over at the puppy. Sala frowned and pulled her hood up over her head, obscuring most of her face and particularly her golden eyes from view.

"I know... Masters Vademon and Piedmon don't like me talking as much as I do... But I just... never met a girl with a thingie. Especially one as big as yours. And even better, a GATOMON! Like I might be someday!" Salamon said, shaking her head. Gato watched the girl bounce on the bed, her cock twitching as silver liquid oozed from the tip and felt the beginnings of a stirring of emotion. Reciting the first Litany of Emptiness to herself, the feline managed to suppress it.

"I have tasks to perform. I must go," Gato said flatly, turning and walking out of her chambers into the main hall. She heard the patter of tiny feet behind her. Despite herself, she felt the tiniest flicker of annoyance... and affection.

*****

The cave compound was roughly a quarter mile below the abandoned village above. Once Masters Piedmon and Vademon had arrived and taught the Gospel of Belialmon, they had brought everyone down into the caves below, away from the sinful world above. Here, the true chosen ones could practice their Emptiness without the distractions above.

Gato walked at a mildly brisk pace out of the living area into the main chamber. A vast cavern almost a half-mile in diameter, the dark room had been lit by torches and bonfires placed haphazardly about. Ramshackle buildings were built with no real planned pattern in various places, serving as meeting halls, mess halls, armories, farming storage, and more. Black-cloaked figures wandered about in silence other than the padding of their feet or clicking of claws against the floor. Barely a word was spoken to one another, outside of what was absolutely necessary to say.

...Except for Salamon, of course.

"So... um... where are you goin'?" she asked, racing after Gato as fast as her feet could carry her. Gato had hoped to outpace her and leave her behind so that she could get peace and quiet for a little to regain her Emptiness, but it seemed the child was determined to keep up. Gato sighed and slowed down slightly to allow the puppy to join her side.

"I am going to move obsidian. The Masters want the center of the main chamber clear by tonight, and obsidian spires placed in a circle around it at specific points. It is my task to help place the spires, because I am so strong," Gato explained. Sala nodded, making a small impressed noise.

"And you're gonna do that with a big ol' stiff thingie?" she asked, grinning mischievously.

"...My physical state doesn't matter. I will do the task I am assigned," Gato said after a moment of deciding how to answer. For some reason, she had stopped herself from saying things that the child might have construed as hurtful.

Sala followed Gatomon for a minute in silence (which Gato appreciated for the briefest of moments, before reminding herself that desire was a sin).

"Why are you following me?" Gatomon asked, "Don't you have an assigned task to obey?"

"N-No... not really. Master Piedmon told me to stay with you, so I am. I think I'm s'posed to watch you and make sure you don't fight back from all of the weird mind stuff they did to you..." Sala murmured.

"...Weird... mind stuff?" Gatomon muttered. Images flashed through her head, brief glimpses of herself strapped to a chair as a flame circled her head. She shook her head as if trying to physically dislodge the disturbing thought. Memories were bad. She needed to be Empty, so she could be refilled with the darkness she worshipped.

"Yeah... I was there when they brought you in, and so were mommy and daddy. They don't pay much attention to me any more since Master Piedmon and Master Vademon arrived..." Salamon said sadly, shaking her head as she toddled beside Gatomon.

"I..." Gato began, but trailed off. She wasn't sure what to say to the child. Her emotions, which she tried to suppress under Master Piedmon's command, threatened to bubble up.

"Mommy and Daddy were real nice before. But then Master Piedmon and Master Vademon arrived. I... don't remember much, but we began throwing out all of the technology in town as the Masters strapped everyone into those chairs. Mommy and Daddy were taken real early, and I went too..." Sala explained, looking up at Gatomon.

"I was strapped into that seat like you were... and Master Vademon stuck his tentacles in my ears and my lil' cunny... and then... I just kinda woke up an' everything was different... Everyone is acting all sleepy, an' mommy and daddy just kinda ignore me..." she said, "It's worse when they just come back from visiting Master Vademon..."

"You're really the first person to really talk to me since they came to the village!" Sala said, smiling wide.

Gato knew that she should have recited the Litanies of Emptiness, regained her balance and ignored the child. Instead, she decided to commit a sin. She reached out awkwardly and placed a hand on top of Sala's head, patting her. It was not much, but even the small gesture seemed to bring immeasurable happiness from the little girl.

"...You may follow me... but be quiet," said Gato, turning away.

"Yes, Miss Gatomon! I'll try!" Sala giggled, following after.

******

Gato huffed as she lifted a chunk of volcanic glass twice her size over her head. Sweat dripped from her forehead, but she ignored it as she staggered forward. Her gloved paws afforded her a strong grip on sharp shards of stone. Despite the pain that shot through her arms, back, and legs due to the weight, she moved forward. Giving into pain or exhaustion was desire, and that was a sin. It still came as a relief when she reached the mark and was able to plant the large shard down. She fell onto her back and lay there, trying to suppress her moan of pain as her limbs trembled.

She gasped, feeling something cool and wet press to her forehead. Gato blinked, seeing Sala's smiling face come into her range of vision, pressing a damp rag onto her. The feline could not smile (for that would be a GRAVE sin), but she allowed herself the tiniest of nods to favor the child. Sala couldn't have looked more happy than if Gato had handed her a piece of the Digital World's best chocolate.

******

The feline sat down heavily. Almost all the shards were in place, and it was a good thing too. Gato's Empty mind was still willing to obey, but her body was not. She was exhausted, her limbs feeling like lead weights attached to her torso. She sat, trying to perform some breathing exercises to restore her strength.

It occurred to her that while she knew these exercises, she could not recall from where she had learned them. Then she remembered that memories were a sin. It was good that she could not remember. She put the matter aside and returned her focus to slowing her breathing and heart rate and getting as much oxygen to her muscles as she could.

Despite her efforts, it wasn't working fast enough. Her vision swam and dark spots blinked in and out. She felt lightheaded and her balance vanished, leaving the world spinning dangerously around her.

Again, she suddenly felt something pressed to her lips. It tipped, and cool, sweet water flowed into her muzzle. Gato swallowed on instinct alone. After a few gulps, the world righted itself and the dizziness passed. The feline blinked, seeing Sala standing with a glass filled with water. The golden-eyed child smiled and placed a hand on Gato's paw gently. She handed the glass over, then scampered off to the side. Gato frowned down at the water, seeing a faint reflection of herself within, wavering with the movements of the liquid.

Resolving to work out her emotions and regain her Emptiness with evening worship, she sipped the water, allowing herself the luxury... and sin... to enjoy it.

*******

"It is now time for afternoon release. Repeat. It is now time for afternoon release," the voice blared out of speakers hidden in the stalactites of the cavern. As one, every single Digimon in the cavern dropped their task at hand and kneeled down next to the nearest person.

Gato did as commanded. She had just finished her assigned task and was about to report back to the mess hall to get food, but the call interrupted her and the small group of Digimon she was leaving with. Dropping to her knees, she brushed aside her robes to reveal her groin. Her penis hung low, fully extended from her sheath, but half-flaccid from lack of arousal and stimulation.

Around her, Gabu did the same, displaying his full erection and plump blue-furred testicles. The lizard-wolf stared somewhere over Gato's shoulder without an expression on his face. Biyo's black erection jutted straight up, a droplet of precum already oozing down the flesh and making it glisten. The bird's chest rose and fell calmly as she knelt, waiting patiently. Vee's two penises were solid and twitching, the veins bulging along the sides powerfully. Despite the surging power of his members, his face was placidly neutral, devoid of any sort of emotion or desire.

Gato suppressed a wince and tried to push down the embarrassment that threatened to rise up and disturb her own Emptiness. Her cock was limp and rubbery compared to the stiff and pulsing arousal of her three companions, the villagers she had known and worshipped beside longer than everyone else. She cursed her body's exhaustion and weakness, wishing she were stronger to be worthy of the Demon's blessings and gifts.

Then she realized she was angry and desiring. Gato attempted to force aside the emotions. She had already sinned far too much today.

"Begin, now," the loudspeakers announced. As one, the Digimon reached out to grip the arousal of the Digimon next to or in front of them. Slowly, pumping in a synchronized rhythm, they began to stroke penises and caress clitorises in time as they recited all twenty of the Litanies of Emptiness.

This was the proper, righteous way to empty one's sexual burden. This was the method that Masters Piedmon and Vademon had demanded, as it removed sexual desire and reinforced the Emptiness. As Gato's gloved paw slid up and down Gabumon's length, she had a problem. Her erection was struggling to climb. She was just too tired from the physical effort of the day. But if she did not participate, it would lead to bad things. The Masters were adamant about this. All Digimon who worshipped must achieve orgasm at the same time.

Biyo's tickly feathers sliding up and down her flesh helped, but it wasn't enough. Then... she felt the warmth and wetness of a tongue sliding around inside her foreskin. Sala was there. The child blinked, her mouth too full of Gato's cock to manage a smile. Her hand was wrapped around one of Veemon's lengths, even as Gabumon stroked hers. With Sala's tongue and Biyo's soft, feathery wing working together, Gato's exhausted body managed a rigid, pulsing erection. Maybe hers wasn't quite as eager as either of Vee's, but it was enough. Gato threw her head back and moaned in pleasure as she began reciting the fourth Litany with everyone else in the cavern.

By the twelfth Litany, Gato's cock convulsed, splattering Sala's face with precum. Her hips bucked back and forth as she gripped tighter on Gabu's length, feeling his cold pre-ejaculate soak into her glove. Vee's twin lengths pulsed as Salamon played with his lower foreskin, Gabu mindlessly stroking the upper length. The dragon's strong hand squeezed at the base of Biyo's jet-black flesh, her incredibly sticky pre oozing down and threatening to glue his hand to her shaft. Gabumon's free hand slid along Sala's smaller length, his clawtips tracing her veins, making her gasp and giggle in pleasure.

As the final words of the twentieth Litany left their lips, every single Digimon in the cavern went tense. Their muscles locked as pleasure exploded through their empty minds and aroused bodies. Gato moaned as her hot, rich cat-cream erupted from her fat head, flooding Sala's little muzzle. The glowing fluid burst back out and ran down her chin, far too voluminous to take. Gabu's icy blue semen splashed against the little puppy, making goosebumps rise with how cold the milky goo was. Biyo's cum was hot in comparison, but was thicker and stickier in texture. The bright neon pink gel was as viscous as glue as it splattered against Sala's face, threatening to stick her right eye shut. Both of Vee's erections rippled visibly as pints of semen struck Sala's back, as if fired from a garden hose turned on full blast. He grunted as his lengths bobbed up and down, coating Sala with spunk of a darker shade of blue than Gabu's. Sala's own length fired shimmering metal-colored goo over her own stomach, streaking her fur messily.

By the time they finished, Salamon looked like a modernist painting, her entire body coated in a multicolored glaze. Puddles, blobs, and swirls of glowing white, icy blue, dark blue, thick and sticky neon pink, and metallic silver coated her from head to toe.

She giggled as she felt the afterglow set in. Gato, Gabu, Biyo, and Vee remained kneeling, each staring into space as they muttered dark prayers to Belialmon, thanking the demon for the pleasure he allowed them in their release. Then, without a word to one another, the Digimon stood up and resumed their tasks.

"Are you okay, Miss Gato?" Sala asked, smiling cheerfully, her golden eyes glittering playfully.

"...Yes. Thank you. Come. I will help you get clean," Gatomon said, reaching out to take the cum-drenched child's hand. The tiny girl grinned and squeezed Gatomon's paw back.

"Thank you, Miss Gatomon... My parents always told me that you Defenders were really nice..." Sala chirped.

"De... fender..." Gatomon repeated. The word echoed over and over in her head. It seemed to carry great meaning and importance. It was a word of power that seemed to strum a string deep within Gatomon's soul, sending vibrations throughout her being.

For the rest of the day, she repeated the word to herself over and over, trying to derive meaning from it, trying to figure out why it meant so much to her. Even as she batted Sala and scrubbed the semen from her fur. Even as she ate the tasteless gruel that the mess hall served for every meal. Even as she completed her assigned tasks for the day. The word continued to roll around in her head.

When she arrived back at her quarters, she was so obsessed with the word that she almost did not find the note on her door, summoning her to a meeting with Master Vademon.

******

Gatomon lay down in the unpadded, cold metal chair, staring up at the ceiling as clockwork mechanisms engaged. The back of the chair reclined, laying her back, even as the whole chair lifted into the air. Vademon watched her closely, slithering about his room as he fiddled with devices.

"How are we doing? Be honest. I will know if you lie," Vademon asked in his strange, bubbling voice.

"....I... I find things... strange. I have been here my entire life, but I need to be shown around in order to find places. I can't remember much before three days ago, but I keep having strange... flashes," Gatomon said honestly as the chair reclined.

"That is normal. You will not have those for much longer," Vademon stated simply.

"I... have lived here my entire life, but... I only know Gabu, Vee, and Biyo... everyone in town is a stranger..." Gatomon murmured, her face scrunching as if she had just bit into a particularly sour lemon.

"That is normal too. You should not worry. How is your worship going?" Vademon said, brusquely.

"I... I am doing my best to forget everything. To stop thinking. To be an empty vessel for the darkness of Belialmon to fill me..." Gatomon said, looking up at the stone ceiling as Vademon slithered around the room, appearing in the corners of her vision on occasion.

"Good. It will become easier with time and more sessions with me. However I am sending a "but," that you left off at the end of your statement," prompted the alien.

"It's this... girl, this child. Salamon. She was assigned to help me and watch me. She... disturbs my Emptiness. I... feel emotions for her, sympathy, sadness... and she called me something. A word that really left me off-balance..." Gatomon said, frowning.

"What word?" Vademon asked, staring down at her.

"She called me a... Defender. And I felt like I remembered some-- AAAKK!" Gatomon began. She was cut off in midsentence as Vademon plunged a pair of tentacles into her large ears. She let out a series of confused and strangled yelps and gasps as the alien Digimon worked the wet, rubbery appendages deeper and deeper. Her eyes went as wide as dinner plates and the pupil dilated until almost none of the blue iris was visible. Her body began to tremble from head to toe as drool ran out of the corner of her muzzle.

Untouched, her penis began to jump as it spouted a thick rope of kitten cum over her face and chest. Her inner walls clamped down tight as sprinkles of nectar splashed the seat. Her body convulsed repeatedly with each ejaculation.

"Naughty girl. We can't have you remembering such troublesome things. It's better to just forget all of that..." Vademon said, like a father gently scolding a child. His tentacles rippled, pumping the thick green goo into her mind once more. Gatomon moaned and drooled, shuddering and shaking as she had a violent orgasm, her hips bucking into the air as she drenched her ivory fur with semen, the thick liquid glowing and shimmering blue. Her inner walls clenched tightly, but Vademon forced a tentacle into her sopping wet muff nonetheless. One slithered up her rear end, even as a fourth entered her muzzle, cutting off her moans and strangled gasps.

Vademon took no sexual pleasure from the violation. His physiology and personality were so far removed from other Digimon that he did not even view his actions as sexual. It was merely a process for strengthening his control of the various villagers. As his tentacles probed Gatomon's brain as much as the depths of her holes, he pumped viscous green slime into her. The chemicals in the fluid would ensure the long-lasting effects of the control.

"Ah, I see you're in the middle of a session," a voice remarked lazily. Vademon looked up from the cat without stopping as he saw Piedmon saunter in. The tall clown looked identical to the other members of his species, even down to the distinctive crackling laugh. What separated this specimen from the countless other murderous clown Digimon of his type, was that this Piedmon had a sense of vision and ambition, along with a hobby for perusing ancient tomes of forbidden knowledge. He had recruited Vademon and chosen this place to establish the cult.

"So, how goes it with our newest recruit?" Piedmon asked lightly.

"She is going to be trouble, just like that little brat Salamon. Her friends took to the brainwashing perfectly. They have no memories of who they were and no desires other than empty obedience," said Vademon with more than a little annoyance, "Gatomon's mind is extremely pliable, almost like she WANTS to be rewired... but after a little while, she begins to notice the inconsistencies between my programming and reality. And that causes her to question... then to resist."

"And that's why you're doing this after she's only been here three days?" Piedmon asked, watching the feline spasm and tremble.

"The more often I do it, the stronger and longer lasting my control is, usually. Her friends will need another session in a few days. Some of the villagers who have been with us the longest will only need it once a month, if that. But I have done Salamon four times in the last two weeks, and she keeps causing trouble. Is there a reason we haven't just slit her throat already?" Vademon asked.

"Because she is perfect for the ritual. And despite the trouble, she is still a loyal slave. Yes, she's not the ideal silent, mindless sleepwalker like the rest of our loyal followers, but she still wishes to please us and be of use," Piedmon said, with a smirk that did not reach the coldness of his eyes, "Give her one more session. Come tomorrow, it won't matter whether or not she resists your reprogramming or not. We're finally ready."

"Really? I thought you said it would be three weeks?" Vademon asked, ignoring Gatomon as she flailed about as one of his tentacles accidentally probed the motor control portion of her brain.

"We got lucky that the Defenders chose to send this bunch. Turns out they were exactly what we needed," Piedmon said lightly, also ignoring Gatomon, "I've quintuple checked my research. Tonight's the full moon of the fourth month, when the data flow to this region is at its highest. The shards have already begun to resonate."

"Good. That saves me a considerable amount of trouble having to constantly watch the slaves for signs of resistance," Vademon said, shoving his vines deeper into Gato's muff. The feline gave a squeal of ecstasy, splashing her stomach, pink nipples, and her own face. She writhed and shuddered, even as green, sticky slime poured out of her ears, down her chin, and out of her muff and rear.

"Finish with her, and then deal with the other. Then begin preparations. We start the ritual in five hours," Piedmon said, cackling as he turned to leave. Vademon watched him go, smirking, and turned his attention back to the cat.

*****

Sala doodled in the dirt with a stick, trying to distract herself from her nervousness. She kept peeking up over the bale of hay she hid behind, glancing at the doorway to Vademon's "clinic." Gatomon had entered two hours ago, and the puppy's keen ears heard the moans and gasps coming from within. She knew what this meant, but she had to hope for the best.

The door opened and two cloaked figures exchanged words briefly in the doorjamb. One turned away, as the other, considerably shorter one began to walk out. She waited several moments until she was sure that the smaller Digimon was who she thought it was. The long, ropelike tail with the blue tasseled tip and gold ring

Sala leapt to her feet and rushed over, dashing as fast as her little feet could carry her. She intercepted Gatomon quickly.

"Miss Gatomon! Are you okay? Are you-- Ow!!!" Sala yelped as Gato bumped into her hard enough to knock her down. The feline kept going as if she did not even notice the impact, swaying drunkenly this way and that.

"O-Obey... Empty..." Gato mumbled, her eyes wide and unfocused. Sala climbed to her feet and chased after her.

"Miss Gatomon... G-Gato..." she called, her face falling as she noticed the green gel leaking from Gato's ears. She sighed sadly, slowing to a stop as she watched the feline stagger away dazedly.

"...Goodbye, Miss Gatomon... I hope you come back soon..." the little puppy murmured sadly, wiping a tear from her eye. She turned away, knowing that nothing she did would make Gatomon respond to her now.

"Salamon. Come here..." Vademon commanded from the doorway. Sala looked back at him and nodded slowly.

"...Yes, Master..." she agreed, slowly walking back to the alien. She knew what was coming, but it still was a shock as the cold, wet, rubbery tendrils shoved inside her ears. She yelped and moaned, not bothering to try to escape. Then she felt the tentacles shove deeper and deeper....

And then her mind exploded into pleasure, her little erection jumped and twitched and exploded with blasts of metallic silver semen, soaking her robes... and she knew nothing more after that.

********

A call sounded on the loudspeakers. As one, every Digimon in the cavern complex dropped what they were doing and turned, marching away. They entered the central cavern, their feet padding on the stone floor as they gathered around the circle that Gato had helped build the day before.

The group of Digimon milled about, their eyes empty. They stood and waited with infinite patience, their minds completely blank. Gato stood at the front, swaying on her feet as she let the Emptiness consume her. No niggling thoughts ate away at her. No emotions threatened her peace. She was truly and completely Empty.

Her blue eyes roamed the crowd, less out of intent and more out of base mindless instinct. Among the cloaks, she noted one much shorter than all the rest. She could just make out a glimpse of gold eyes staring from beneath the rim of the hood. Sala made no acknowledgement of Gato's presence. That was right. They were nothing to each other. Emptiness overrode all attachment.

"Welcome! It is time now. Your loyal worship has been rewarded!" a voice called. As one, the crowd of Digimon shifted and turned to face the center of the circle, where Piedmon stood. The clown smirked, enjoying being the center of attention to a captive audience. He pranced around in the stone circle, clearly enjoying the theatricality of the movement.

"It is time to begin the ritual to resurrect our Lord!" Piedmon called, "Thousands of cycles ago, our lord spread his darkness across the Digital World. Thousands fell under his sway, his soul tainting them and controlling them. But before he could rule, a group of Holy Digimon purged his taint from the Digimon, forcing him back until he was sealed within some ruins."

Piedmon paused for dramatic effect, ignoring the fact that his audience was pretty much hypnotized, "He dwelled within until a few hundred centuries ago. Then he was found... by another young Digimon. You all know of her... It was the legendary Digimon of the Digidestined Hikari Yagami, Gatomon!"

Gato's ears perked up at this. The DigiDestined had always been idols of hers, particularly Kari's Gatomon (for obvious reasons) ever since.... since... since when exactly? That couldn't be right. Gato silenced the few thoughts rolling about her empty head as Piedmon continued.

"She stumbled upon the ruins, and Belialmon within. The dread Demon Digimon could not resist the opportunity, particularly not such a tender, pure soul. It took possession of her body, altering it to its whims (by giving her quite a large penis, mind you...) and set about going after the other DigiDestined Digimon. It had been severely weakened by its centuries, millennia of captivity, so it operated in secret, using Gatomon's hypnotic abilities and it's sexual prowess to control and enslave the others one-by-one," explained Piedmon.

"Belialmon possessed and controlled most of the DigiDestined Digimon.... And then..." Piedmon paused as the crowd leaned in in anticipation of hearing more...

"And then the story ended. I have no idea what happened next."

The crowd blinked, actually jolted halfway out of their trance from the sheer anticlimax.

"Seriously! Whatever numbnuts recorded this story down quit three-fourths of the way through! I mean, it's not even like there's pages missing from the book! The writer just got bored with the thing and walked away without actually finishing it!!! What friggin' blueballs!" Piedmon snarled, holding up a handwritten, ancient leatherbound book, showing off the empty pages at the end, "What kind of complete, unbelievable idiotic LOSER begins a great story like this and gets THIS close to the end, but doesn't finish it?!"

There was an extremely awkward silence that followed, as if the very author writing their lives was shifting uncomfortably in her seat in front of her laptop.

"....Anyway... we can assume that the DigiDestined purified and saved their Digimon, drove out Belialmon from within Gatomon, and killed it, saving her. That would have been the end of the story... if not for the fact that shards of Belialmon survived..." Piedmon said, regaining his composure as he continued.

"They were here. In this cave. Deep under your village. It has taken me dozens of cycles of intense research and searching, but I have found them. And I have created an unholy ritual to restore the dread Demon to life!" Piedmon cried, cackling madly. He swept a sheet off of something in the center of the stone circle. Gatomon had to get into her tiptoes to see a black obsidian pedestal. On top, rested several razor sharp shards of what appeared to be black crystal, even darker than the obsidian they rested on. Red sparks of electricity crackled and snapped from one facet to another. Gato found them hard to look at directly; they seemed to change shape randomly every time she tried to focus on them.

"It is the full moon of the fourth month, when this region gets the highest data flow of the year! The obsidian circle will focus that data down into the shards, rebuilding them!" Piedmon crowed, his crimson eyes glittering excitedly under his mask, "All we need are three ingredients!"

He gestured at the crowd, "An army of faith, whose worship will provide the will necessary to recover!"

He gestured at two cloaked Digimon who had walked out to stand beside him. Their arms and legs were shackled with strange devices that trailed wires to the base of the pedestal. Piedmon called, "Two sacrifices to focus the data flow into the shards!"

Piedmon's malevolent gaze fell straight upon Gatomon. She knew she was being called forward. Obediently, she marched into the circle, going to stand beside Piedmon. To her mild surprise, Salamon did the same, standing and staring on the other side of the clown.

"And the final ingredient, the seed of two captured female angels, which will be inverted and corrupted, providing the dark, profane energy to revive the Demon!" he called.

"First, let us fill the goblets with the angelic seed..." he prompted. Gato noticed Gabu, Vee, and Biyo carrying something into the circle. If she had been capable of actual thought at the time, Gato might have remarked that they were not goblets so much as birdbaths. They were humongous golden vessels that were indeed shaped like extremely oversized goblets, capable of easily holding multiple gallons of fluid. The three Digimon set down the "goblets" in front of the pedestal. Gato already felt her penis stiffening under the robes with anticipation as she walked forward, Salamon toddling as her side. Once they reached the side of the vessels, they pushed open their robes, revealing their swelling cocks. Gato's was easily four inches longer and twice as thick as the younger child's.

Gato reached down to grip her penis, prepared to begin masturbating into the goblet. She had just peeled her foreskin down to expose the fat, swollen tip, when she felt a pair of claws on her hips, picking her up off the ground. She yelped in surprise, flailing for the briefest moment, before she felt something hard and hot press against her rear and her vulva. Vee had stepped behind her and was lowering her onto his twin lengths. She moaned in pure pleasure as the twin-cocked dragon entered her, his precum lubricating the way.

Beside her, Sala found herself in a similar state. She was squirming and yelping as Gabu's erection pressed against her chubby, fuzzy muff. It wasn't just that Gabu was so much larger than Gato, it was that his penis was ice-cold. She moaned as his cock spread her as wide as she could possibly go and began to slowly sink inside her inch by inch.

Biyo dropped to her knees between them both. For the briefest moment, Gato wondered why she wasn't participating, but then she recalled that this was about her and Sala, no one else. Biyo reached out and wrapped her soft feather-fingers around Gato and Sala's penises. She began to pump them up and down, her wings squeezing them tight. Biyo's face was the same as Gabu and Vee's, completely expressionless. It almost was like they were doing a bland chore rather than having sex in front of a rather large audience.

Vee wasted no time. As soon as his two thick lengths bottomed out within Gato, he drew back his hips until only the heads remained within. With a powerful drive forward, he slammed into her with as much force as his body could muster. He drew back his hips immediately, pulling back just as quickly, dragging the underside of his lower penis against her clit. He began to jackhammer into her, pounding loud enough that the wet slap of his hips could be heard even over the crowd as they began chanting. For anyone else, this kind of treatment would have been far too rough, but as Gato was far stronger and tougher than Vee, she handled it. If she had been capable of forming an opinion, though, she probably would have preferred to have been handled more gently.

Sala squirmed in Gabu's grip as his cock bottomed out inside her with more than four inches to go. It felt like someone had shoved an unmelting popsicle inside her, one that throbbed, pulsed, and drooled cool precum. Gabu was gentler with her than Vee was with Gato, but not by much. He had been told to make her ejaculate as quickly as possible, and he had no will of his own to disobey. He pressed her up against the rim of the goblet, driving himself into her. His heavy balls swayed under him, slapping her repeatedly as his lips drew back in an aroused snarl. Sala moaned and whimpered as the cold erection probed into depths she didn't know she had, shaking her body.

Biyo's erection pulsed in her lap, threatening to glue her thighs together with her sticky precum. She ignored it entirely as it was not part of her assigned task. Instead, she pumped the kitten and puppy's lengths firm and fast, feeling them throb and twitch eagerly in the palms of her wings. Already, Gato and Sala leaked pre over the backs of her hands, soaking the feathers. She used it, cupping her wings under their tips, letting the warm, clear liquid ooze out into a puddle. Then she slathered it over their swollen, dribbling flesh, making their penises glisten in the torchlight.

Sala's youth came with a lack of experience and sexual stamina. Being pleasured by both Gabu and Biyo was too much for the little girl to handle. SeWith a high-pitched squeal, she arched her back and clamped down upon Gabu,s long, thick shaft. Her penis jumped in Biyo's grip as silver ribbons of cum sprayed from her tip. The thick metallic liquid drummed loudly against the inside of the gold goblet. It poured down, quickly forming a puddle, then a pool, then grew deeper and deeper with every ejaculation.

Gato held back for a little longer. Vee buried himself to the hilt inside her, his four balls clenching tight. She felt the hot rush of thick dragonspunk flood both of her holes. The hot liquid stimulating her hypersensitive nerves was too much. She yowled at the top of her lungs as she bucked her hips forward. Biyo gripped her penis tight, aiming it into the basin as the first incredible blast of glowing semen splattered the bottom. Her hips pumped forward as she gushed, her toes curling in ecstasy. She clamped down on Vee, milking him for his cum, even as she blasted into the goblet. She didn't spurt as quickly as Sala, but her gushes were easily twice as large.

Gabu stood still, merely holding Sala impaled upon his penis as she came. He had completed his task, so even though he had not achieved orgasm himself, he stopped thrusting and waited. However, Sala's inner walls fluttered around his rigid penis and squeezed him so tightly. Unable to help himself, his cock convulsed and began to pump icy semen deep into her core. Sala squealed again, feeling the sticky cold liquid burst inside her, painting her walls. She moaned and whimpered, splashing more silver goo into the goblet.

Biyo stared straight ahead, squeezing their penises tight and pumping up and down as they convulsed. While her mind was empty, her subconscious and her body knew exactly what it was doing. Biyo's timid disposition Despite never having touched herself, the tension built too high within her groin. She felt her body clench, her hips thrust forward, and without once taking her penis in hand, she began to spout her thick pink cum onto the floor. She moaned and huffed softly, working the feline and canine's lengths, milking their foreskins up and down over the fat tips.

Minutes passed, and soon the two goblets were filled. One was topped up with what appeared to be molten silver, the other near-overflowing with milky white liquid that glowed and shimmered blue. The kitten and puppy sagged in exhaustion as Biyo stood up and dutifully squeezed up their lengths, milking every last droplet of semen from them into the goblets. Once there was no more, Gabu and Vee pulled free of them with a loud, wet slurp that echoed through the caverns. Gabu's cock slung several ropes over Sala's back, before he set her down on the ground. Vee deposited Gato on the ground less ceremoniously, still splattering the floor with sprays of deep-blue cum. They walked away and slowly returned to the crowd, turning to watch.

Gato moaned softly and felt Sala slump against her, both too weak after their climaxes to move. Their stomachs were swollen out as if they had eaten a very large meal, and cum rushed out of them, pooling between their legs as they lay back, trying to regain their strength.

Piedmon ignored them, letting them lay there as he walked out.

"And now... The sacrifice. When these two noble, loyal souls die, their data will be drawn into the shards, along with the flow of energy from the world around us. And then our lord will live again!!!" he called.

The two hooded figures walked out to stand by the pedestal. From the sides, they drew what Gato thought were shards of the obsidian stand at first. Then she saw the wicked curve to the crystal, and the metal hilt and guards. They were daggers of black stone, clearly designed for one purpose and one purpose only.

The two figures lifted and dropped their hoods. It was a pair of Meicoomon, one male, one female. The two orange-furred feline Digimon stood and swayed on their feet. Their large green eyes had distinctive cross-shaped pupils, and they were empty of all independent thought. The Champions' tails swished back and forth, tapering off into a double-helix at the tip.

The Meicoomon lifted the black daggers. As the crowd began to chant loudly, the deep throb of voices echoing deafeningly through the cavern, they moved slowly and in unison.

"Do it," Piedmon commanded.

With a swift movement, and a bright spray of crimson blood, they drew the daggers across their throats.

It was the scream that finally awoke Gatomon. The two Meicoomon were silent as they fell, but the scream came from beside her. It was a scream of mortal terror, of grief, of existential horror. And it came from Sala's throat as tears streamed down her face, her eyes wide as if she could not believe what she was seeing.

"MOMMY!!!! DADDY!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!!" she howled, her body shaking with the force of her voice.

An image flashed before Gatomon's eyes. A burning village. Blood splattered everywhere, running into the gutters. Two older Gatomon impaled upon the shining steel blades of a cackling clown. And her little paws outstretched towards them as the same scream tore its way from her throat.

With that image came the worst headache of Gatomon's young life. She clutched her head, moaning in agony as memories came flooding back. Her real memories. She remembered everything; who she was, where she was, and what was going on...

And with those memories and the sound of Salamon screaming and sobbing came something more: rage. The most powerful righteous anger she had ever experienced.

"No... not again... NOOOOO!!!" Gatomon yelled, her voice echoing Salamon's as her own grief overwhelmed her. She had failed. She had sworn to protect others to prevent any child from losing their parents... and she had failed.

The Meicoomon lay there on the ground as the wires attached to their shackles glowed. Their eyes found Salamon, and tears rolled from their eyes. In a shimmer of light they slowly dissolved into shards of data...

Which were promptly drained away into the pedestal. The two basins filled with their semen began to glow as well, the liquid rippling and boiling as both turned black as night. Red, evil electricity glowed as the fluid seemed to lift out of the containers, flowing through the air towards the black shards resting on the pedestal.

At that moment, a massive explosion detonated at one side of the cavern. Rock fell as stalactites speared into the ground like massive knives. Gato, Piedmon, and Vademon turned to see eleven small figures drop in on ropes.

"Everybody, drop to the ground and put your hands behind your heads! We're the File Island Defenders, and we're here to provide aid!!!" shouted a voice. Gato couldn't believe what she saw as Agumon charged forward, followed by Renamon, Guilmon, Palmon, Tentomon, Patamon, Gazimon, Floramon, Hawkmon, Gomamon, and Armadillomon.

"WHAT?! The Defenders?! But how?!!" Vademon snarled. From his hip, he drew a weapon that couldn't have looked more like a cliched alien ray gun if he had tried. But before he could pull the trigger...

"PEPPER BREATH!"

"DIAMOND STORM!"

"SUPER SHOCKER!"

"PYRO SPHERE!"

"FEATHER STRIKE!"

Two large fireballs, dozens of shards of crystal, a sphere of ball lightning, and a razor-edged quill struck the hideous alien, tearing him to shreds and incinerating what was left instantly. As the smoke cleared, all that was left of the creature was the singed and torn remnants of his cloak.

"Heh, nice try, Greedo," Gazi growled, rushing over to Gato's side. He knelt by her, even as Pata rushed over to Vee, Agu raced to Gabu, and Hawk frowned as he looked at Biyo, but took a knee beside Sala first.

"Wh-What... How? How did you find me?" Gato asked, blinking in confusion at the sight of her friends and loved ones coming to her aid.

"Are you kidding me? When you sent me that ridiculously fake message, I knew IMMEDIATELY you were under mind control. Not only was your voice jumping and jerking about like you were taking it up the rear," Goma said, "but, no offense, you are the most humongous prude there is when it comes to having sex on a mission. If there were innocent lives in danger, you would NEVER allow yourself to do ANYTHING remotely sexual until they were safe."

"After he got that message, he immediately rallied all senior Defenders at the File Island base to come to your last known location," Gazi added, "It took us a while to find you. You're REALLY deep underground, y'know..."

"It's okay, lass... we're here now. We're here to help..." Hawk crooned softly to Sala, who continued to stare at the spot where her parents used to be. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed.

"These guys are empty lumps... We'll need ta set up a perimeter an' have Hawk an' Goma begin hackin' 'em to restore their sense!" Arma drawled, poking one of the villagers in the face. The villager did not even blink.

"Guys... We've gotta stop..." Gato began. Unfortunately, in midsentence, she was cut off by a sound like a freight train rolling in.

Everyone turned to look at the pedestal. The shards were glowing and crackling malevolently. The black liquid poured into them, surrounding them in a perfect sphere. Then with a shockwave that sent everyone in the cavern sprawling, they erupted. Billowing black smoke blew outward, sparking with blood-red electricity. Two crimson eyes formed in the center of the black cloud, glaring down malevolently.

"YOU..." a voice roared, "YOU KILLED ME!!!"

"...I... think he's talking to you, Gato..." Gazi said, sweatdropping as the smoke loomed above...

******

BlackGat sat in a tiny evergreen forest clearing, surrounded by pine trees and the weight of her own despair. Impmon had set the Data Transfer to discharge multiple times to random locations when they had escaped from Devidramon's lair. This meant that Devidramon (and by extension, Arkadimon) could not find them. It also meant that they had been sent to a completely random place, and had no idea where they were, or how far away any sort of civilization was.

BlackGato sat with her face buried in the crook of her elbow and her penis in her other paw. She had tried to masturbate to relieve some tension, clear her head, and figure out what had become of her life, but the attempt was fruitless. She just could not get aroused.

Her father, her creator had tried to kill her. He had never loved her, never cared for her. He viewed her the same way she used to view everyone else: toys to be played with, broken, then discarded. And now, she had no home. She had no purpose. She had no life.

"Hey, toots. I caught a fish or two an' picked some fruit. It ain't much, but it'll keep us alive until we figure out where we're goin' next," Impmon said, walking into the small clearing where BlackGato sat. He frowned, noting she hadn't moved since he left her two hours ago.

"Hey... hey, BG. Look at me..." he said, his voice taking on an unfamiliar tone. Softer, gentler, losing the cocky edge she always heard. The feline slowly lifted her head, tears still rolling down her fuzzy cheeks, leaving tracks.

"Remember what I said? Defenders crisis management 101: one step at a time. Don't focus on the past or the future. Only the present and the next twenty seconds," Imp said softly.

"...And w-what should I do for the next step then?" she asked, hiccuping weakly.

"You're gonna eat this awesome fresh sashimi I just caught for ya, to regain some strength. I'm gonna spend that time helpin' you with that," Imp said softly, pointing at her half-flaccid length, "What comes after that, we'll figure out then."

Imp smiled gently and held up a piece of fish. Reluctantly, BlackGato ate it from his hand and munched quietly. She swallowed after a moment and nodded.

"See. A full stomach helps," he said, smirking gently. He pushed her back against the tree she leaned against, setting the fish and fruit onto a large root next to her within easy reach. As she turned to grab another piece, he leaned down and began placing quick, gentle kisses along her flesh. Where her body did not respond to her own hand, it responded to Impmon's lips. She moaned softly as her penis stirred, blood slowly pumping into it. She reached down to try to take hold of Imp's purple sheath, but he batted her paw away.

"Uh-uh. No ya don't. You ain't doin' nothing but feedin' yourself. I'll take care o' myself," Imp scolded mildly. He smirked as he wrapped his gloved hand around her cock, sliding his free hand up and down his own. Blushing slightly, and unsure why, BlackGato turned her attention back to the food. She nibbled at a slice of raw fish, enjoying the flavor.

Imp smirked as BlackGato ate. He turned his own attention back to her phallus, rolling her thick foreskin up and down over the fat glans. Her cock swelled faster, rising up into the air as he caressed it. Letting go, he got down on all fours and grinned evilly.

"Time for my own meal. Itadakimasu..." he purred. Before BlackGato could wonder what he was talking about, he had buried his face deep into her vulva. BlackGato yelped in surprise and flailed about as he slurped at her enthusiastically. His tongue delved deep inside her, his little black nose pressed up against her clitoris. Her inner walls closed around his tongue as he waggled it inside her. Her nectar flowed, beginning to soak his face. Unable to stop herself, BlackGato arched her back, thrusting her little hips forward into his face. He reached up and gripped her penis like a handle, pumping up and down, even as he tried to push his tongue deeper and deeper into her folds.

By the time he pulled back, both Digimon were panting for breath. He grinned, wiping her juices from his face with the bandanna around his neck.

"Whoo. That was a tasty appetizer. But time for the main course..." Imp said with a grin, reaching down and wrapping a hand around his now-erect penis. BlackGato blushed deeper. She was rock-hard now, rivers of pre leaking down the underside of her length or dripping into her stomach fur... but he was so much bigger than her. His length was easily several inches longer than hers, and almost twice as thick. His flesh was not quite the same color as his fur; it certainly a rich purple hue, but it was more red than the rest of him. Long, ropy veins bulged out from the sides. A thick, steady flow of clear liquid oozed from the foreskin covered glans, which was an even deeper red than the rest. Two incredibly large testicles hung below in a heavy, furry scrotum.

Impmon knelt down, gripping his penis with both hands. Even doing that, several inches peeked past the grip of his upper hand. Aiming carefully, he rolled down the foreskin to expose the swollen, bulbous head. He suddenly drove toward, surprising BlackGato as he immediately buried himself to the hilt within her hot, slippery folds.

She yowled in delight, her food forgotten as he began to pound against her. BlackGato loved having a humongous cock inside her, driving into her like a piston. Impmon clearly knew this as he wasted no time building up to it, immediately starting with a full-force drive into her depths. His heavy balls slapped against her rump with every thrust. She began to meet his pumping, matching his rhythm as she lifted her hips as he jabbed down into her.

Her own cock was sandwiched between their stomachs as they drove against each other hungrily. It pulsed with her heartbeat, a steady, powerful throb. Her pre smeared messily between them, matting down their tummy-fur and their chests.

BlackGato had never let anyone else take a dominant role over her. Even when she was on the receiving end of sex, she was the one in charge and on top. Imp was the only one she had ever let take control from her... and somewhere deep inside her, she was just starting to understand why.

Imp put his hands on her shoulders to brace himself as he drove into her hard and fast. Every few thrusts, he ground himself within her, swirling his penis deep in her depths. She was clenched so tightly around his flesh that she could feel his cock ripple as it pumped pre into her. Her own splashed his chest as the force of his thrusts caused it to bounce back and forth between them.

"I.. Nnn... always hated... ahh! ...doing push-ups during basic training w-with the Defenders... Now, I'm g-glad I did!" Imp quipped playfully. BlackGato graced him with the faintest hint of a smirk, which still made his heart flutter.

BlackGato leaned back, closing her eyes as she just let her body run on autopilot, letting Imp ravish her. She took stock of her emotions now that she was calmer. Remembering some of the dreams she had with her white-furred counterpart, she was able to put names to most of them. Sadness, grief, anger... but also a little happiness. She was happy she was with Impmon certainly... but it was more than that. Out, away from Devidramon, she realized she had something she had only ever had in her dreams: freedom.

But then she frowned. She was feeling fear and anger. But this wasn't the dull rage that always simmered in the back of her mind these days. Nor was the fear the general anxiety she was experiencing from her flight away from Devidramon and Arkadimon. No, this was more specific and immediate; it was something happening now.

It took her a minute to realize what it was: she was feeling Gatomon's emotions. She could sense her feelings in the back of her head. And more than that, somehow she could... sense... what direction they were coming from and how distant they were. They did not feel pleasant.

Her introspection was interrupted by Impmon letting out a long moan of pure pleasure as he pushed his hips against hers. She felt his cock jump once, twice, three times. Then the head of his penis swelled and she felt an incredible rush of thick, sticky gel pour deep inside her. His cum overflowed her easily with just the first gush, pouring back out of her and over his pelvis. He ground his hips against hers, his heavy balls contracting as his rich, thick purple cream spilled into her.

BlackGato's train of thought was completely derailed with no survivors as she felt her entire body tighten up like a spring wound too much. Then the spring released. Absolute ecstasy rushed from her loins to the tips of her tasseled ears to the pads of her feet. Her inner walls clamped down upon Impmon so tightly that he could not move. Her penis began to lurch and pulsate as it fired streamers of glowing white cum over her own face and chest. Her semen shimmered with a red bioluminescence, casting faint pink shadows about wherever it splattered.

Impmon pressed himself against her, trapping her jerking length between them as her cum glued their stomachs together. He darted forward, pressing his lips against hers. The first time he had done this, BlackGato was too shocked by the pleasure it elicited to know what to do. This time, she returned the gesture, moaning as he opened his mouth a little and let his tongue rub against hers. The word "kiss" bubbled up from BlackGato's subconscious as a word for this phenomenal action. It seemed to simple and too small a word for something so profound.

Unfortunately, while BlackGato was delighting in what, by her standards, was a quite spectacular orgasm, she felt her stomach lurch and heartbeat quicken in a manner entirely unrelated to what was happening. A rush of terror washed over her, more intense than before.

BlackGato, in that moment, had a realization of what she had to do.

"...I know... Nngg... I know where we're going next!" BlackGato gasped, shuddering.

"Y-You do?" Imp asked, looking at her as his cock continued to spout inside her, flooding her depths.

"Gatomon... We have to find Gatomon," BlackGato said as she pulled back from him. His cock slipped free of her with a wet slurp, flopping onto her stomach beside her own. His purple cum fired from his tip, splashing messily over her pink nipples. Her own semen mixed with his, forming trails of glowing white and purple that oozed down her body.

"...Uh... why?" Impmon asked, huffing as his orgasm slowly came to a close.

"Because... She's the only one who can help us stop my fath--... Devidramon... and Arkadimon," BlackGato said, her eyes narrowing in determination, "...And right now, she needs our help."