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In the weeks that passed on the aftermath of the Belialmon case, things at the File Island Defenders base were... awkward to say the least.

First, Gato's relationship with the other Defenders had been somewhat strained since the Belialmon incident. Horrified by their actions, the Defenders as a whole treaded very carefully around Gato. Gato had remained unconscious for several days after they returned to File Island, during which a rotating assortment of her friends stood an ashamed vigil at her bedside. Hawk had reported that considering everything, her injuries were relatively minor: minor cuts, major bruises, a couple of cracked ribs, a very nasty black eye, dehydration, and the worst case of genital chafing he'd ever seen.

Gato had reassured everyone that she did not take a word they had said seriously while they were under control. She had put up with their profuse apologies for their behavior and their attacks, having to tell them again and again that she understood and did not hold any hard feelings towards anyone. Even Tento had come to beg forgiveness, showing actual recognizable humanoid emotion for the first time since Gato had met him.

Despite her words, an aura of extreme awkwardness surrounded her interactions with everyone for several weeks. Everyone treaded very lightly around her, and she did the same to try to avoid inflaming her friends' guilt. It did not help at all that Gato kept having nightmares of her crimson-eyed friends tearing her apart.

Second, Gato's sex drive was completely dead for the first time since Agu and Gabu had introduced her to it when she was five. She swore to Hawk, Pal, Gazi, Vee, and Pata that she would never, ever, ever have sex again.

...That state of affairs lasted approximately three days after she awoke from her injuries, when she gave herself an orgasm while applying some healing salve to her penis. She rather quickly rediscovered her love for sex after that. No one could even bother to pretend to be surprised, though Hawk was quite annoyed at the mess she made of her hospital bed.

Third, Gatomon had taken legal custody of Salamon. This was an extremely strange arrangement as Gato had yet to enter into puberty, much less adulthood. The File Island legal system had attempted to send Salamon to Primary Village to be cared for in an orphanage, but Gatomon had fought tooth and claw to keep the younger girl. In the end, it was a written letter from Leomon himself (who apparently was off setting up a Defenders Base in the distant wilderness of the CPU Peninsula, three continents away... and still somehow knew what was going on) that settled the matter.

Gato had originally stayed in a modest room in the Defenders barracks, with just enough room for her bed and her few personal belongings. With Sala around, she had moved into a slightly larger room to allow room for the child.

Sala had enrolled in the Defenders and began training. To everyone's immense surprise, she proved to be a bit of a child prodigy. She seemed to have what Goma called "eidetic kinaesthesia" or "photographic reflexes;" the ability to remember and perfectly mimic fighting techniques she saw only once. In sparring, her new friends Lop and Terrier could never land a single hit, despite her being several cycles younger and much smaller than either of them. Even though their specialty was teamwork, like Agu and Gabu, Sala could slip around them, performing picture perfect kicks and punches, knocking them about at leisure.

Agu and Gabu were delighted to have another diamond in the rough to polish into a brilliant gemstone. Having raised Gato from her childhood, they took to Sala with great affection. In fact, most of Gato's friends helped her with the little girl, sharing the responsibility of caring for Sala.

But not all was well with the child. She was cheerful and happy and fun-loving... none of these being things that a child who had just been through the severe traumas she had suffered should have been. Between being brainwashed by a cult and seeing her mother and father die, she should have been a wreck.

Hawk, after multiple psychotherapy sessions with Sala, had come to the conclusion that it was a form of amnesia. The child knew something awful had happened to her and her parents, but she could not recall any specifics. It was distant and foggy and vague. Hawk probed and prodded, even using hypnotherapy, but it seemed the child was honestly unable to truly remember what happened except in the vaguest of senses. Hawk theorized it was either a side effect of Vademon's brainwashing or a simple defense mechanism, but either way it was a blessing.

Fourth, was BlackGatomon and Impmon. Despite Gato vouching for her, the other Defenders did not trust the feline and scamp, and arrested them. Imp protested loudly and with excessive profanity, but BlackGato did not say a word. She remained silent in interrogation, only speaking once to state that she would only talk to Gato and not even Goma's particular interrogation techniques would compel her to speak. Goma reassured her that her treatment this time would be much different and that he had no intention of subjecting her to his aphrodisiac precum again. BlackGato had merely nodded, and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms, repeating that she would not speak to anyone except Gato. She remained silent from then on. Goma was true to his word as well; since she had saved Gato and helped save the Defenders and shown no signs of hostility or desire to escape, he treated her with respect, leaving her in a well-furnished and comfortable cell to wait for Gato.

Imp was a different story. Where BlackGato was calm and silent, Impmon was less than a model prisoner. Goma pulled up his files, which included his notes from his stint in the Defenders (stationed at the Cloud Continent Base, multiple counts of insubordination, dereliction of duty, assault on a superior officer, and an inexplicable incident involving everyone in Impmon's combat squad getting "swirlied," followed up by atomic wedgies... despite none of them wearing clothing). A dishonorable discharge had followed, with the deactivation of Impmon's Defenders Brand. His rap sheet was even longer, containing crimes from jaywalking all the way to his actions as part of Succubimon's crew.

Imp had sniggered and laughed throughout Goma reading off his crimes (a process that took almost a half hour to list them all). Where BlackGato had been polite, but firm in her refusal to speak; Imp taunted Goma, giving sarcastic answers to questions, rocking the chair to make it clatter loudly, and did everything in his power to make a nuisance of himself. Goma gave up trying to have even a basic conversation when Impmon had somehow managed to turn around despite the handcuffs and puppet his buttcheeks to answer a question.

Things were made worse when Impmon was being escorted back to his cell (which was considerably less comfortable than BlackGato's). Renamon was his security escort, and he taunted her repeatedly about the Succubimon affair and how he had almost had her as his personal sex slave. Rena took the taunting as she did everything else: with stoic silence.

Then Impmon made a mistake. He made an incredible, insanely stupid mistake.

He used his Dark Song attack on Renamon. He later claimed he thought that with her ethical subroutines deactivated, she would let him escape, perhaps after a blowjob and a ride.

Instead, she had attempted to kick his head clean from his shoulders. She had charged him and attempted to pummel him.

"Gahh! Your morals are s'posed ta be gone! Yer s'posed to wanna sex me up and lemme go!" Imp had cried, desperately dodging lethal shards of crystal that threatened to cut him to ribbons.

"My ethical subroutines ARE deactivated," said Renamon, her eyes glowing violet, "Now I don't feel guilty about killing you. Thank you."

It took six Defenders to drag Rena off of him and put her in isolation until the attack wore off and she regained her senses. It took Goma twenty minutes to stop laughing hysterically. And Impmon was a much more cooperative and quiet prisoner afterwards.

******

It took roughly a week for Gato to be back on her feet and in any sort of condition to meet with BlackGato. Gato sat at the interrogation room table across from the black cat, and they stared at each other for a minute, both feeling out the other's emotions through their bond.

"So... you wanted to talk," Gato said, finally breaking the silence.

"You... have good friends..." BlackGato said softly after a minute.

"I do. They're more than my friends. They're my family," Gato agreed.

"...I like that Goma guy. He was nice to me. Even when I still... was with my Father," BlackGato said slowly.

"Goma is a very nice guy, and he tries to treat even our prisoners kindly. Are you not with Devidramon anymore?" Gato asked.

"No," BlackGato said. A pause in the conversation loomed heavy, before BlackGato added, "What am I to you?"

"...I don't know. You were my enemy, though I didn't hate you or fear you. You're my clone, which I don't know how to feel about. We shared dreams for months now, but I don't really remember any," Gato said honestly, "And now you saved my life and my friends, and are sitting here... and I don't know what you are. That's for you to define, I suppose."

"...Arkadimon," BlackGato said.

"Who?" Gato asked.

"That silver tadpole-sperm-THING from the mountain. Its name is Arkadimon. Fath--..." BlackGato paused and screwed her eyes closed, and Gato felt a wave of emotional pain wash over her, "...Devidramon created me as a prototype for it. I'm nothing but an experiment in creating the ultimate living weapon."

"...Huh," Gato said, frowning.

"Is that all you have to say to that?! 'Huh?!" BlackGato snarled, gripping the table angrily. Gato held up her hands in a placating gesture.

"I said, 'huh,' because that is such a humongous revelation and so utterly tragic that I literally could not think of anything else to say," Gato said softly, "Devidramon created you, a living, thinking, beautiful creature... as nothing more than the test run for making a monster. I am so sorry, BG..."

"...You called me BG," BlackGato said, calming as she sat down.

"It's what you want to be called, right? You don't want to be me with a different fur color. You want to be you," Gato said, with a tiny hint of a smile.

"...Yes."

"So. Why did you save me?" Gato asked.

"...Because I need your help. After I... left Devidramon, I felt that you were in danger. And I could... sense kind of how far you were and in what direction. It took a few hacked Data Transfers, but we made it to the WiFi Archipelago... and to you."

"That's the how. Not the why."

"Arkadimon is more than a mindless beast. It's sentient. It can absorb the data of Digimon it kills, and increase its strength and intelligence. It Digivolved to Rookie... and if it hasn't become a Champion, it will soon."

"It was only an In-Training on the mountain?!"

"Yes. It's been fed hundreds, possibly thousands of Digimon already. And worse, it has another ability. It can... do something, I don't know what, but it can consume a Digimon's mind and take it over, seeing through its eyes and using its body. It did it to a Dorumon, and it implied it's done it to others. It tried to do it to me," BlackGato explained.

"...That's why I left. You and the Defenders... you have to kill it. It's dangerous in a way my fath--... Devidramon doesn't realize, and it could destroy the Digital World," BlackGato stated, shaking her head, "...The 'why' is that you are the only person in the Digital World other than Impmon that I could turn to."

"...I know you're telling the truth, because I can sense it. But for the others, my say so isn't going to be enough. We're going to need to investigate," Gato said, standing up.

"Then you'd better do it damned fast. Time is running out," BlackGato growled.

"I'll make sure, I promise. For now, though... We need to keep you in your cell until--" Gato began.

"Until you can prove I'm not a spy or something," BlackGato finished.

"...Well, yeah, not that there's much to spy on here..." Gato admitted, "but... if you are on good behavior, I'll try to convince Armadillomon to let you out with a security escort. I think you've spent enough of your life in a cell."

Gato stood up and glanced over her shoulder at the black-furred cat. BlackGato simply watched her, her expression as opaque as a rock wall. But in the back of her mind, Gato sensed something... The tiniest of lights sparking to life within a deep shadow.

******

Several weeks had passed since Gato's discussion with BlackGato. It had taken a while; but after much discussion, and a couple of weeks of behavior as a model prisoner from BlackGato; Gato had eventually managed to convince the others to let her out. The ebon feline was allowed to roam the Defenders' Headquarters, though with several caveats.

First, she had to wear a power-suppressor at all times, preventing her from using any of her special attacks. She had to check in with Tento or Flora twice daily to ensure she had not tampered with it, and removing it at any point would trigger an alarm.

Second, she always had to be accompanied at all times by at least two Defenders as armed guards. Despite her stated peaceful intentions, the rest of the Defenders did not have a window into her thoughts the way Gato did. The guards ensured she would not roam into any restricted areas, and keep an eye on her.

Third, she would submit to interrogations every other day, to get as much information about Devidramon and his operation as she could give.

BlackGato accepted these terms with her usual quiet stoicism, and as time went on, she continued to prove to be a model prisoner.

In fact, the only two things she showed any interest in, outside of her own thoughts, were Gato and Impmon. Imp remained imprisoned both for his previous crimes and his previous escape attempts. However, after the incident with Rena (and a VERY long and stern talk with BlackGato), he had settled down and was serving his sentence peacefully. BlackGato's frequent conjugal visits certainly did not hurt his behavior.

Gato had insisted that BlackGato spend an hour a day with her, every day. The black-furred feline reluctantly agreed, expecting the white-furred cat to do some sort of bonding exercise, something cute and happy and to talk about the meaning of friendship.

Instead, Gato had waited in the Headquarter's zen garden, sitting under the shade of a willow. Her legs crossed, hands on her thighs, she closed her eyes and meditated. BlackGato was annoyed, then angry that her progenitor had decided to waste her time this way. Gato ignored anything she said, not even acknowledging her presence. She attempted to leave, but the guards blocked her path. Left with no other option, she fumed and grumbled to herself, pacing.

But as time passed, the calm radiating from Gato almost seemed infectious. BlackGato finally sat down beside her, assuming the same position, and attempted to calm herself. Before she knew it, the hour was up.

Gato stood, smiled at her, and walked away without a word, leaving BlackGato completely confused.

The next day, the same thing happened. And the next. And the next after that. Soon, BlackGato stopped feeling angry, and started finding herself looking forward to the calm under the willow. She would sit without argument, trying to center herself, mimicking the white feline.

Finally, two weeks later, Gato spoke for the first time during their session, "...I actually hate meditating. I always feel like I'm wasting time, when I could be accomplishing something. But something about you made me think this would be a good idea."

BlackGato opened her eyes and looked over at Gato. The other feline still had her eyes closed, her breathing slow and perfectly controlled, her tail curled at her side. For a moment, BlackGato wondered if she had imagined her speak.

"Your emotions always feel like a stormcloud on the horizon in the back of my head. Constantly rumbling, growling," Gato said, not opening her eyes, "...And I wondered if there was a way I could help clear them. I thought of this."

"...It's... peaceful here..." BlackGato said slowly, looking around. The willow sat by the side of a small brook that dripped from the mountainside, leading into a pond in the center. Large rocks carved into attractive angles jutted from the soft sand that surrounded the pond. Patterns were raked into the sand by previous visitors, seeking their own sense of calm.

"It's supposed to be. I come here to read sometimes... but this is a little too artificial for me. I don't like forcing a sense of calm, particularly when there's peaceful places nearby that aren't... this," Gato admitted.

"If you don't like forcing a sense of calm, then why are you forcing ME to do this?" BlackGato asked, frowning.

"I'm not. You CHOSE to do this. If you wanted, you could have continued to complain and rant and rage. Or you could have brought a book from the library... or a video game, or whatever. I wasn't stopping you," Gato said, opening her right eye. It glimmered mischievously. BlackGato felt a surge of annoyance.

"What do you want from me?" BlackGato asked.

"I want to get to know you... and more importantly, to understand you," Gato admitted, the glimmer in her eye vanishing as her expression turned serious, "...And I'm not being entirely benevolent, to be honest. I'm working through some personal issues, and having your emotional cloud of gloom looming over my shoulder constantly wasn't helping. My ulterior motive was getting an hour of peace from that... and helping you feel better at the same time."

"And this is helping you understand me?" BlackGato asked, crossing her arms, her tail flicking.

"A little. You take to meditation faster and easier than I do. You LIKE it more than I do," Gato said, the tiniest hint of a smile growing on her muzzle.

"Hrmph," grunted BlackGato, "What personal issues are you working through?"

"...They're personal," Gato said curtly, "And while you may be my clone and we have this emotional link... I'm not letting you that far into my head... yet."

Gato closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and rolling her shoulders. BlackGato watched her for a few moments, before closing her own eyes and attempting to find that sense of peace.

"...If you don't like the zen garden.... where do you go instead?" BlackGato asked after a minute of silence.

"Maybe next time, I'll show you," Gato said, another smile curling her lips. With that, the conversation ended and the two felines sat in peaceful silence.

******

"Hiyyaaaa!" shouted Sala as she flipped gracefully through the air before catching Gabu in the chest with a flying kick. She grinned as she felt her sole impact... then yelped as she felt him grab her ankle. Gabu twisted and threw, sending Sala sailing onto the mat several feet away in a heap. She groaned as Agu chuckled.

"Yeah. Just because you can learn a move the first time you see it doesn't mean you're some kinda Super-Defender, Sala. Knowing WHEN to use a move is more important than knowing HOW to use one," Agu said, leaning against the wall, "That kick was perfect... except that Gabu was clearly leaving himself open for you to do something like that so he could counter."

"Nnng. No fair!" Sala complained.

"Mimicry is not mastery, Sala," chided Gabu, "And fair is not part of a fight."

Sala mumbled something barely audible about wondering which fortune cookie Gabu found that on. Gabu heard this little bit of snark and picked Sala up, tickling the little girl under her arms. Sala squealed and squirmed, giggling loudly as Agu joined in, sliding his claws on her sides.

"Well... THIS is a familiar sight..." a voice remarked. Agu and Gabu looked up to see Gato standing with a smirk.

"Familiar how?" Agu asked, still tickling Sala.

"I believe it was about two minutes after you guys were tickling me like this that I learned that boys can make really delicious milk," Gato elaborated. Both Agu and Gabu turned bright red at the memory.

"Oh... right. In our defense, you did keep flashing your cute butt at us over and over," Gabu said, smirking.

"So how's our lil' girl doing?" Gato asked as Sala attempted to regain her composure, still wheezing breathlessly with laughter.

"Fine, provided we can knock some of that overconfidence out of her," Agu said, chuckling affectionately.

"She'll learn. She's only five cycles old. So was I," Gato said, smiling.

"You'd better watch out, Gato. In a few years, she might try to take over as leader!" Gabu teased, as Sala giggled playfully, walking to Gato's side.

"I'm not the... oh, never mind... C'mon, Sala. These two have to go work with the new recruits, and you need to take a bath to get all the sweat off," Gato sighed.

"Do I hafta? I don't want to take a bath," Sala pouted, crossing her arms. Gatomon smirked slyly.

"Your choices are to go with me to the onsen and swim around in hot water... or get a tongue bath. That's how cats get clean..." Gato said, grinning.

"...I'll go to the onsen..." sighed Sala, trudging out ahead of Gato. Agu and Gabu glanced at each other as Gato waved goodbye and escorted the puppy out.

"...That girl has a lot to learn. The tongue bath was the right choice," Gabu snickered, fondling his large sheath lewdly.

"Oh, well. Next time, we'll have to teach her," Agu sighed, groping the lizard-wolf's groin playfully.

******

In the onsen, steam wafted up from the volcanically heated water in lazy swirls. Gato sighed as it tingled and soothed as she slipped in up to her back.

"Sala, c'mon. Stop splashin' around and c'mere so I can give you a scrub-down," she called, smiling as the little puppy doggy-paddled around in the deeper waters. The girl swam over reluctantly, grumbling as Gato scooped her up and sat her down on the step below her. The feline had removed her gloves, and poured a liberal amount of shampoo into her palms. She gently began to massage it into Sala's hair, smiling as she worked.

She worked the rich lather carefully, keeping it out of Sala's large eyes as she gently pulled it down her neck. She smiled, rubbing it into the child's shoulders.

She blinked as she heard a sniffle. Gato tilted her head.

"Did I get shampoo in your eye? Sorry..." Gato said, reaching for a cloth to wipe Sala's face.

"N-No... I..." Sala said, sniffling, "I... My mommy used to watch my hair just like you're doing. She'd sit me down and... rub her fingers through my fur..."

"She did..." Gato echoed, frowning.

"I... haven't thought about mommy in a while. I just... I know something bad happened. I can see her... I can see daddy... and..." Sala murmured, staring off into space. Her lower lip quivered and tears welled up in her eyes as she began to tremble from head to toe.

"Sala, it's okay, it's just--" Gato began, turning Sala around to face her.

"No it's not! My mommy and daddy were... They were..." Sala whimpered, her eyes going wide.

"Cat's Eye Hypnosis..." Gato murmured, her eyes shimmering bright gold. Sala blinked, instantly transfixed by Gato's powerful gaze. The cat's glowing eyes locked upon the puppy's, and the younger girl couldn't look away if she had tried. Her expression changed from sorrow and fear, to shock and surprise, her eyes going wide. Her blue and green gaze shimmered, beginning to glow with an inner light as Gato held her. Then her expression softened. Her eyelids grew heavy, the tension flowing from her body. The child sagged, her knees buckling under her, and Gato cradled her gently. The feline lifted Sala onto the side of the pool, laying her on her back, where the puppy stared blankly into the sky.

"Dammit. Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT!" Gato hissed, burying her face in her paws. When she lifted her face, her eyes had returned to their original blue. She looked over at Sala, whose flat chest rose and fell slowly, her body limp. Gato watched her for a moment, taking a deep breath.

"Sala... Can you hear me?" she asked.

"...Yes..." Sala answered slowly, her speech slightly slurred.

"I want you to take deep breaths. In... and out... In... and out..." Gato said, lowering her voice into a gentle, slow singsong. Years of practice with hypnosis had left her with an instinctive knack for deepening a trance and enhancing suggestibility. Sala did as she was told, her breathing matching Gato's rhythm.

"Good. Are you comfortable?" Gato asked, grabbing a towel, folding it several times, and slipping it under Sala's head like a pillow.

"Y-Yes..." Sala agreed.

"What do you feel?" Gato asked.

"...Warm... sleepy... cozy... Like a warm blanket wrapped around my thoughts..." Sala murmured, "Hard to think..."

"Good. That's how you should feel. You don't need to think. Just let yourself drift. Let yourself listen to my voice. Listen to my words..." Gato said softly, gently sliding her paws down Sala's stomach.

"Your mommy and daddy loved you very much. They loved you more than anything. You know that, right?" Gato asked.

"Yes..." Sala agreed.

"That's all that matters. You don't need to remember anything else..." Gato purred to the child, continuing to gently caress her.

"But I..."

"No. No "buts." You remember the last time I made you feel this way? You agreed that remembering more than their love for you, their care for you, was bad," Gato insisted.

"...Yes..." Sala agreed.

"You don't need to remember that. It will just hurt you. You don't want that, do you?" Gato asked, her tail flicking slowly.

"...N-No..." agreed the child, blinking sleepily up at the midday sky.

"Good. Remembering more than that is pain... You shouldn't remember if it hurts. Just drift in your sleepy cloud, and feel good..." Gato murmured, leaning in to kiss Sala's cheek gently.

"What are you doing?" a voice asked. Gato yowled involuntarily, surprise making her flinch away from Sala. She looked up, panic sending cold chills down her spine. The feline slipped in the water, yelping as she fell back with a loud splash. Inhaling water, Gato coughed and spluttered, clawing her way to the surface and into the shallow water. She looked up, eyes watering, as BlackGato stared at her.

"B-Buh... BG..." Gato said, her cheeks turning red, "Wh-What are you doing here?"

"I came to take a bath. What else? This is one of the few times of day the onsen is usually empty, so I don't have to... be stared at..." BlackGato explained, placing down a bucket with her bath supplies, "My guards wait outside, while I clean myself."

"Did you..." Gato gasped, coughing up water.

"Hear you hypnotize that child into forgetting something? Yes," BlackGato said simply.

"...It's... It's not... Ah, dammit, I knew I'd get caught at some point..." Gato groaned, climbing out of the water and curling up, burying her face in her knees.

"What were you doing?" BlackGato asked again, crossing her arms.

"...Sala's parents died because of me. I wasn't strong enough... I let myself be controlled. Let myself be brainwashed... and I stood there as Piedmon made them kill themselves in front of her," Gato said, shaking her head, her long tasseled ears flopping about, "...And because I failed, I swore I'd protect her from then on. I'd be her surrogate parent... the way Leomon was for me."

"But... When we brought her back here... she was traumatized. She couldn't sleep without being sedated. She wouldn't eat. She just cried all the time, and we couldn't console her or help her..." Gato explained desperately, "Hawkmon was afraid that he couldn't do anything to help her at the rate we were going."

"So... I... I made a decision... I lost my parents in front of me. I saw them die. And it almost broke me. I couldn't let it break her. I couldn't let it kill her. So, when Hawkmon and everyone else was away, I hypnotized her... and I made her forget," Gato said, shaking her head as tears streamed down her face.

"I've been keeping it a secret from everyone. I doubt they'd approve of messing with a kid's mind, even if the intention was good... I just... I want her to have the happy childhood I didn't have... I want her to grow up happy and strong. I don't want her to have this hanging over her every waking and sleeping thought, the way I did," Gato said, seeming to plead with BlackGato somehow.

"I've suppressed all memories of everything that happened. She knows her parents are gone intellectually... but she doesn't remember how, and she doesn't remember any of the trauma or emotional stress. I've been working slowly and carefully to keep them suppressed, to lock them away... but only until she's mature enough... strong enough... that I can restore them and it won't break her," Gato explained, "I... care about her, BG... I just... I can't let her suffer... But every so often something triggers the memories, and I have to hypnotize her to suppress them again. Over time, it'll happen less and less, but... right now..."

Gato trailed off, sobbing quietly. She blinked, feeling a paw press against her back. She looked up to see BlackGato sit down beside her, gently sliding it up and down. She frowned, her green eyes watching Gato.

"...I did not have a childhood. I was artificially aged to your age... and I spent most of my mental childhood committing atrocities in Devidramon's name," BlackGato said quietly. She glanced over her shoulder at Sala. The child continued to stare at the ceiling, apparently completely unaware of the conversation nearby.

"If I had the opportunity to forget all I've done... To have a childhood that is happy, where I was... loved... I would not hesitate to do whatever it took. You're trying to help her, not hurt her. Whatever your friends may think, that is all that matters," BlackGato said quietly, reaching out to gently slide her fingertips through Sala's stomach fur. The child moaned softly and shivered.

"BG... I..." Gato said, blinking as she looked at the black-furred feline.

"I will not say anything," BlackGato replied simply, "It is not my place to interfere between you and your ward."

"Thank you," was all Gato could manage to say, wiping the tears from her face. She stood up and walked over to Sala's other side, sitting down.

"Sala, can you hear me?" she asked, placing her paw on Sala's stomach, helping BlackGato gently caress her.

"Uh-huh..." Sala agreed.

"Are you feeling warm and safe?" she asked gently.

"Yes... I like it... when you rub my tummy... Feels good..." Sala murmured, her blue and green eyes glassy as she tilted her head towards Gato.

"...Um..." BlackGato said, drawing Gato's attention. Gato looked up to see the crimson tinge of a blush through BlackGato's ebony cheek fur. Her emerald eyes were focused down between Sala's legs, where the child's sheath was swollen, the first few inches of her penis sliding out.

"Oh, heh. It's... a side-effect, both of my Cat's Eye Hypnosis and of her time under the cult's brainwashing. She gets aroused under hypnosis," Gato explained, grinning a little.

"...I do too..." admitted BlackGato, blushing.

"Frankly, I have yet to meet anyone who DOESN'T," Gato said, chuckling. She reached down, wrapping a hand around Sala's penis. Slowly sliding her fingers back and forth, she caressed the swelling flesh, smiling softly as the child moaned in pleasure. Sala's body quickly responded to the touch, her nipples peeking through the downy fur of her chest. Her inner thighs dampened, not with water, but with nectar.

BlackGato watched silently as Gato masturbated the little girl, slowly rolling the thick foreskin over the fat helmet of her penis. The child gasped and moaned, wiggling her hips as her cock throbbed, soon reaching its full, stiff length. Gato trailed the tip of a claw all the way up the underside of the seven inch shaft, grinning as it twitched powerfully.

"She's... cute," BlackGato said after a moment, her cheeks flushed as she crossed her legs.

"She's more than cute," agreed Gato, "And she's insatiable."

"She... um... is?" BlackGato asked, sweatdropping.

"Yeah. She's been keeping me, Vee, Pata, Gazi, Agu, AND Gabu pretty busy..." Gato purred, smirking as she leaned in to slide her tongue along the crook of Sala's neck. Sala moaned and whimpered, arching her hips into the air as her penis throbbed.

BlackGato squirmed uncomfortably for a moment, watching Gato gently tease the hypnotized child. Then, she seemed to make a decision and reached out slowly. She wrapped her hand around Sala's flesh, gasping at the heat against her palm. She pumped it slowly, uncrossing her legs to lean in. As she did, her own half-erect penis slipped from between her legs, slapping against her thigh.

Gato's ears twitched as she heard the sound of flesh on fur, and she grinned, looking up from licking at Sala's right nipple. She sat up, watching as BlackGato awkwardly slid her hand up and down Sala's cock, making the puppy coo and gasp in pleasure. The stiffened rod of flesh pulsed in her black-furred palm, the first droplet of clear liquid forming on the fat head.

BlackGato focused on the task at hand, concentrating to the exclusion of everything else. This was why she did not notice Gato sneaking up behind her until she felt the feline's hand wrap around her own penis, peeling the foreskin away from the swollen head. BlackGato yelped and moaned in pleasure as her cock surged in Gato's hand. The white feline purred loudly and pressed herself to BlackGato's back, letting her feel Gato's rock-hard shaft pulse against her.

"Gah... Wh-What are you doing?" BlackGato gasped, shivering as Gato's fingers delved between her legs to slide around her vulva, teasing her petals.

"You're not kidding anyone, BG... I can sense how revved up you are. My sex drive needs to be satiated every five or six hours. You're probably just like me, but you're probably getting laid only once every two days when you visit Imp in jail," Gato purred, slipping a finger inside the clone. BlackGato moaned in delight, her inner walls clenching involuntarily.

"Agh... Y-Yeahh...." she panted, gasping as Gato tickled her clitoris, sending jolts up and down her spine.

"C'mon. We can take care of the child and you at the same time," Gato purred, smiling. She knelt down and gently nudged Sala's knees, spreading her legs wide to expose the child's little mound. She leaned in, burying her face deep in Sala's cleft. The puppy yelped in shock and pleasure, arching her hips against Gato's muzzle. Her cock throbbed powerfully, a sticky burst of clear precum erupting from the head to splash onto her chest.

"BG, c'mon! You're letting all of that... *slurp*...go to waste!" Gato said in between licks, taking the time to rasp her tongue slowly up the girl's cleft. BlackGato gave a start at being addressed, having been fascinated by the show.

She blushed deeper, but did as she was asked. Sidling in beside Gato, she leaned in and opened her mouth wide. She gently wrapped her lips around Sala's penis, taking the head inside. Almost instantly, Sala's cock twitched again and rewarded her with a sweet burst of syrupy liquid. She gulped, drinking it down as the girl moaned softly.

Together, Gato and BlackGato teased the canine with their rough tongues. Their bond allowed them to work in perfect tandem, avoiding the random knocking of their heads together that might have come from working in such close quarters. The two girls quickly drove Sala to spasms of ecstasy, as Gato pushed her tongue inside her folds, and BlackGato took her shaft to the hilt.

BlackGato gasped as she felt a sudden heat and stiffness against her own penis. As she lifted her head to slip her tongue inside Sala's foreskin, she tilted her head and glanced down. Gato's cock was rock hard and pressed against hers, sliding back and forth as the white cat rocked her hips slowly.

It was the first time she had the chance to get a close up view of Gato's penis while conscious. To her surprise, it was identical to her own. Its every feature was the same. Its length, its width, the shape, the pattern of veins, even the wrinkles on the edge of the foreskin. It left her with a sensation of uncanniness for a moment, until she reminded herself that it was HER penis that looked like Gato's, not the other way around.

She shuddered in pleasure as Gato rocked her hips forward, sliding her erection against BlackGato's. The white feline smirked playfully as she pulled back from Sala's muff, the fur of her muzzle matted down with the cub's nectar.

"C'mon... I wasn't gonna leave us hanging while Sala got all the fun..." Gato giggled, sliding her hips as her flesh pulsed powerfully against BlackGato's, "Just follow my lead... Move with me..."

BlackGato blushed and nodded. She watched as Gato swayed her hips, moving from side to side as much as forward and backward. BlackGato attempted to do the same, gasping as her cock slid back and forth, pulling away before striking lightly against Gato's. She moaned softly, her tail swishing as she felt her foreskin catch against Gato's, both hoods sliding down as their shafts slid upward together.

"Pal t-taught me how to do this..." Gato said, blushing, "Apparently from watching Agu and Gabu from their closet."

"I-Interesting... technique..." BlackGato muttered as she gyrated against Gato, "dueling" with her.

Gato simply chuckled, resuming her licking while BlackGato moved her hand to Sala's shaft stroking it gently. Even while under hypnosis, the cub's sensitivity was high, a dribble of precum oozing from the tip.

"Don't just rub it," Gato mumbled, pulling back and licking her lips. "Use your mouth. Trust me, you'll get it pretty easy." The dark digimon mmed and nodded, opening her mouth and taking the tip of the young Salamon's shaft inside, quickly suckling the entire length down to the base.

Gato peered up, pausing in licking the cub's folds and watched, grinning a bit. BlackGato was a natural, it seemed. She continued her licking, while the two feline's penises rubbed together, precum smearing on each one, while Sala moaned and arched, delighted squeaks of pleasure escaping her mouth as she stared upwards.

The two cats worked, slowly rocking against each other, their pleasure building. Sala's hips jerked upward, the head of her penis brushing the back of BlackGato's throat repeatedly. Her pre flooded BlackGato's muzzle, splashing her tastebuds with syrupy sweetness. The sensation of their erections pressed together changed, growing wet and slippery. BlackGato glanced down and blushed, noting that both her own and Gato's lengths were pulsing, a steady stream of pre oozing from their tips.

Gato took full advantage of that flow, purring loudly into the child's muff as she thrust firmly against BlackGato. The fluid smeared over their stiffened flesh, making them glisten and slip against each other. Every time the firm shafts struck together, there came a wet slap. Strands of the syrup splashed other parts of their fur: their thighs, their stomachs.

The white feline moaned softly, her blue eyes closing as she delved her tongue as deep as it could go within Sala's sweet depths. Her little black nose rubbed against the child's clitoris. Sala responded to every luscious slurp, her inner walls quaking around Gato's tongue. Sprinkles of cub nectar splashed her cheeks, matting down her whiskers. The cat's purring sent vibrations deep into the child's most sensitive nerves, making her entranced mind explode with pleasure.

"Brace yourself, she's gonna go..." Gato purred to BlackGato, "...and so am I soon..."

BlackGato mumbled an acknowledgement through her mouthful of pulsing, jumping penis. She bobbed her head faster, suckling on each and every inch of the child's flesh, teasing it with her rough tongue.

Sure enough, Sala gave a howl of ecstasy a moment later. Her thighs tensed, her toes curled, and she arched upward. Her cock drove deep into BlackGato's throat, jerking several times before an eruption of salty-sweet goo splashed against her uvula. BlackGato took it like a professional, swallowing immediately to keep up with the flow, but even so, it was impossible. Thick, metallic silver liquid poured from the corners of her muzzle, running down her chin in messy rivers.

BlackGato did her best to keep up with the puppy's climax, but even as her cheeks ballooned out comically, she realized it was futile. She had to pull off to catch her breath. In the process, Sala's penis jumped and jerked as she thrust into the air, spouting thick ropes of silver in messy arcs. They splashed onto her fuzzy stomach, over her chest, and onto her face.

"Wonderful. Now I've gotta scrub her down again," Gato sighed.

"S-Sorry," replied BlackGato, coughing as silver semen spilled down her chin. She spluttered as a powerful jet struck her cheek, soaking her fur.

"Nah, don't worry about it, not a big deal," said Gato, chuckling, "Now c'mon... I'm so cloooose!"

She panted, reaching down to grip BlackGato's shaft. Thrusting her hips forward, she pressed her tip to BlackGato's. BlackGato gasped in pleasure as Gato rolled her foreskin up and down, pumping her length, even as she ground the fat helmet of hers against BlackGato's. Their precum mixed together in wet surges, coating their flesh and Gato's fingers.

BlackGato shivered and reached down to grip Gato's length. The sensation was odd, as if she were holding her own member, but attached to someone else. It FELT just like hers, but she couldn't feel what she was doing to it. Gato apparently liked it, as she moaned and threw her head back, her cock twitching. BlackGato huffed and gasped, feeling the fat, fleshy head of her shaft press firm against Gato's, both of their precum coating her hands. She began mimicking Gato, playing with the other girl's foreskin.

This apparently was all Gato needed. Opening her mouth wide with a strangled yowl of ecstasy, she arched her back. BlackGato's green eyes went wide as she felt the feline's cock convulse in her grip. A second later, she felt hot, wet, thick goo splash over the head of her penis, pouring over her flesh and dripping down. Pressed tip-to-tip, Gato's first powerful ejaculation splashed all along the length of BlackGato's shaft, flooding under her foreskin and dripping down over her vulva. The pearly white liquid contrasted dramatically with BlackGato's coal colored fur. It wasn't until the second ejaculation painted a thick, dripping white stripe from BlackGato's chin to her groin, that she noticed the liquid had a faint blue shimmer, a visible bioluminescent glow.

The black cat grunted as her cock surged in Gato's grip. Her inner muscles began to clench and ripple rhythmically. Tension exploded into pleasure. A burning ache rushed up the length of her flesh. A powerful gush of sticky semen fired messily onto Gato's right thigh, splashing her fur.

Some part of Gato had a moment of deja vu as she watched BlackGato's orgasm rip through her. She expected a jet of grey or purple liquid, but was momentarily disappointed to see it was milky white. It wasn't until the third spurt blasted right into her navel, ricocheting back down onto her shaft that she noticed a similar bioluminescent glow to her own. But where Gato's was a cool blue, BlackGato's semen shimmered a warm red.

The two kittens traded gushes back and forth, each splashing and soaking the other's fur. Sala's cum struck them as well; nearly forgotten in their pleasure, the hypnotized puppy was still firing large jets of silver fluid about. One strand caught in Gato's ear-tassels, draping over them delicately. Another left a silvery stripe down BlackGato's back, seeping into her fur and leaving it with a steely luster.

Most of it, however, came from the crossfire between Gato and BlackGato. The two felines moaned and trembled, rubbing the swollen heads of their penises together. Gouts of glowing goo soaked black and white fur, coating both in a wet glaze. Sprinkles and dribbles of feminine fluids ran down shapely thighs to the water below. The girls savored every spasm, every twitch, every burst that struck their fur.

The first to begin, Sala was the first to finish, sagging back in exhaustion. She moaned weakly, her heterochromatic eyes falling shut as she drifted in her trance, her mind fogged. Her cock twitched and spurted, spilling a pool of molten silver into her navel, soaking her fur.

It took a while longer for Gato and BlackGato to slowly come down from their own orgasmic highs. Every time one of them would start to ease down, the pleasure radiating through their emotional bond would drive them back to ecstasy once more. Gato gripped BlackGato, pumping her shaft in time with her spurts. Her free hand gripped BlackGato's rear end, squeezing one of her buttocks along with it. BlackGato blushed and followed Gato's lead, surprised at how firm, but squeezable the kitten's rear end was.

Exhaustion finally did what nothing else could and ended the girls' climaxes. Gato and BlackGato sagged back into the water, panting for breath.

"That... that was..." BlackGato mumbled half-drunkenly.

"Not bad... I.. can't say I ever expected to do... THAT... with... well... You..." Gato gasped, sliding her fingers over her clitoris, even as her cock spilled blue-shimmering cum onto her stomach.

"Nnng... And I think the girl enjoyed it too..." BlackGato said, looking over her shoulder at Sala. The puppy moaned weakly, shivering as she lay on her back. BlackGato reached up, and after a moment of hesitation, placed a gentle paw on her thigh.

"I'm sure she did," Gato said, "And I think she might like to meet you when she's awake," Gato said softly.

"...I should go. My guards are probably going to worry," BlackGato said, suddenly diving headfirst into the water. Gato blinked as the black feline swam under the water for a moment, performing a spiral. The thick glaze of semen shed from her fur before she broke the surface. She glided through the water like she belonged there, swimming back to the stairs out of the onsen.

"Um, you don't have to leave..." Gato said, frowning.

"Yes, I do," BlackGato said firmly, climbing out as water dripped from her small curves. She shook her head, grabbing a towel as she began to clean off more of the semen that didn't come off in the water. Gato frowned and gently pulled Sala into her lap, sliding her fingers down the child's back softly.

"You told me once that my thoughts were like a thunderstorm on the horizon, Gato..." BlackGato said, glancing over her shoulder, "But... I never told you what your thoughts were like in mine."

"To me, your mind is a shining light, brighter than even the sun. It is sometimes painful to look at for too long, but... it lights up everything around it, and makes everything... clear," BlackGato explained. Before Gato could say another word, the other feline left.

Gato felt tears drip from her cheeks as she cradled Sala in her lap. Gato wished that someday, maybe Sala would see her the same way... and forgive her for what she was doing.

*****

Somewhere far away, in a distant and remote mountain range, far from the ever watchful eyes of even the most vigilant of Defenders, a laboratory had been constructed. Within, hundreds of Digimon milled about, moving equipment and performing experiments...

In complete silence. Not a single word spoken.

For no words were needed. While hundreds of Digimon worked, from hundreds of diverse species, they all shared three similar traits: glowing crimson eyes, a glowing mark upon their chest or back somewhere...

....and they all shared the same mind, the same thoughts.

Arkadimon loomed in the back of the laboratory, watching its other selves work. Hundreds, thousands of different points of view shared space with its own mind, all united in purpose and thought. Speech was unnecessary and irrelevant when every individual shared the same mind and thoughts as everyone else.

It had changed, transformed once more. The force of Digivolution had twisted its body, changing it into a form more powerful and monstrous than before. Easily twice its previous size; its shape resembled that of the nightmare child of a jaguar and a gorilla. Its skin was a sickly pink-orange, with tiny thorns haphazardly placed around it. Its legs were digitigrade, ending in foot-long crimson claws. Large thighs, powerful, built for pouncing. Bands of black rubbery material formed its pelvis. A long, whip-thin tail swished behind it. Its upper body was powerful, with a large T-shaped red marking on its sternum, separating its pectoral muscles. Steel shoulder pauldrons led to powerful, muscular arms ending in oversized hands that were disturbingly human. A pair of feathered appendages emerged from its shoulders, vestigial wings. As always, its head and face were the most terrifying part. It still possessed no mouth or nose, only a blank expanse to its chin. Its eyes were the same. Red slits of pure malevolence, possessing nothing human, but an alien cunning. A series of wicked crimson horns emerged from the sides of its skull. And a third eye, far larger than the other two had opened vertically on its forehead. The baleful orb was crimson with a large green iris.

It watched, staring out at the laboratory, somehow through its own three eyes as well as the varied eyes of the rest of its many other bodies.

The main experiment was proceeding as planned. The subject in the containment chamber had been infected four hours ago, and was nearing the final stage. Several of Arcadimon's selves took notes and watched readouts from their instruments, monitoring the situation.

There came a screech from within the chamber. A creature slammed itself against the glass, snarling. Its hips drove lewdly against the glass, smearing thick, tar-like black liquid over it. Tentacles lashed, spraying ropes of the black fluid everywhere.

The experiment was a success. Once released upon a populace, the former Elecmon would help to complete Arkadimon's purpose: To create unity and an Arcadia for all Digimon.

If Arkadimon had a mouth, it would have been smiling.

TO BE CONTINUED....