FSE

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Life had been a series of adventures for Takato Matsuki, from the time he first created and met his Digimon Partner, Guilmon, to the D-Reaper incident, and the many quests that had happened afterward. But years have passed, and life had become more or less annoying for the young adult as adventure gave way to things like preparing for high school and then college and then learning about business and taxes. His cartoon habit was swept aside. After all, he didn't need animated shows when he had lived through real adventure, but Takato wished he had a chance to have an exciting experience once more before adulthood really took its hold upon him.

One day, while he was browsing the internet, taking out his boredom, he casually browsed over towards one o his favorite H-websites. He wonders what lust he will satisfy today when a curious email pops up for him. He clicks it, and the screen on his monitor screams as it gets brighter and brighter. Takato gasps, covering his eyes, but he feels yanked bodily from his seat and into the computer, tumbling through a digital portal as he had before in his childhood.

Takato lands not-so-delicately on his butt, groaning as he stares up at the bright blue sky above him. “Blue… it… was raining…"

“Oh, so you're here," the voice speaks up. It's familiar, but he can't quite place it. “At least I'm not alone.

Takato hops up, looking over towards the owner of the voice. Part of him is glad to see Rika Nonaka, but another part feared why the two of them were brought here. Not only that, but the years they hadn't kept in touch, the girl had grown into a fine woman, yet she still has her relaxed attitude as she sits on a rock.

“Rika are… are we in the digital world?"

“I think so," she responds, jumping down off of it. “But something… doesn't feel quite right. There's something in the air, can you smell it?"

Takato closes his eyes and takes a whiff. He reels back and covers his nose. “Egh… smells like a locker room in here."

Rika slides her jacket off of her shoulders and lets it fall to the ground. “It's musty," she replies, “and it reeks of sex. Don't tell me you don't know what that smells like."

"Hey, of course, I know what sex smells like," Takato says. "I'm not a kid, you know."

“You still look like it, in some ways."

"Yeah, well… it's taking me a while to grow a beard out, okay? But that's not the point. Why does the digital world smell like this? Are there Digimon out here… you know…?"

"Dunno. I didn't think they did that sort of thing, but you know how data is. It changes, evolves, becoming something different… something horrible sometimes… is it hot out here to you?" she asks, scratching her arm absentmindedly.

“Yeah… say, where's Henry? And the others?"

"Haven't seen them. I guess it's just you and-" Rika stops, squatting low. "Quiet!"

Takato does what he's told, hearing the sound of rustling in the nearby bushes. The two humans look to each other, sweat beading on their brows as they wait for whatever creature would hop out.

A red form leaps out from the bush, screaming out with a cry of joy. It knocks Takato down on his back and lays upon him, licking his cheek over and over again. “Takatomon!"

"H… hey, Guilmon!" Takato says, hugging his old Digimon partner. "How've you been, buddy? It's been so long! Wait… you've grown!"

Indeed, it seems the Rookie-level Digimon has grown larger, yet slimmer, since the last time he had been with his partner. The cuddling warmth of the Digimon felt familiar in this remote area, yet Takato can't help but squirm underneath of him. SOmething just didn't feel comfortable… his shirt… his pants…

"Guilmon…" Rika says, standing up slowly, her fingers playing at the hem of her top. "What's going on here in the Digital World…?"

Guilmon stops his licking to look over to Rika. “Digital World…?"

“This place isn't the Digital World we know," comes a husky voice from the bushes.

Rika gasps as she walks over there. “Renamon!?"

"Stay back, Rika!" the voice comes off almost like a command. Rika freezes in place, shock, and sadness upon her. "W…, what's the matter?"

Guilmon whines a bit at the question, burying his face against Takato's neck. "H… hey… it's alright. You can tell us what's wrong."

Renamon's face peers up from the bushes. "If you get to close, I don't know if you will remain safe from the spell of this place… this cursed land."

“Curse…?" Rika asks, her hand rubbing at her stomach. “What curse. What is this place, and why are you so shy, all of a sudden?"

Renamon sighs. “If you must know, then I suppose it can't be helped. But don't say I didn't warn you."

Renamon stands up from the bushes, revealing herself slowly. As she rises up, the three can see a pair of defined breasts poking out from the shrubbery. The humans both gasp at that, but Renamon is not done standing. Soon, she stands tall, only just slightly taller than Rika now, he hands clenched in fists, trembling in fear of their own as the group's eyes wander down between her legs, seeing the large flaccid cock between them.

“I'm sorry, Rika… but I"m afraid this place has changed us… and, it is changing you…"

“What… what do you mean?" Rika asks, her eyes focused on the member. She takes a step forward.

"It isn't physical like with Guilmon and me. It's in your mind. Can't you feel it?"

Rika whines, gripping the bottom of her shirt. “I… I think I can… Rena… Renamon, help!"

“There's only one thing for it," Renamon says, grabbing Rika's shirt as she stares her former tamer in the face. “And that's to give in."