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**A Digimon Fanfiction:

Synthetic Serenade** by RVasil and NTT

Being a Digidestined came with its own set of responsibilities, the main being that they were tasked in ensuring the Digital World and the Human World could coexist with one another. For Joe Kido, it was just another thing for him to worry about while having to juggle the problems of being a normal high school student living in Japan. It was tedious, living a normal teenage life by day, and moonlighting as a digidestined by night. Even Joe himself couldn't say how he was able to keep up with the demands of both. While his peers would be at home studying the human body and doing their best to keep it inside their heads, he on the other hand would be running around the Digital World, trying to deal with the new problems that never seem to stop.

At first they were simple: verbal spats that led to fist fights because of something simplistic over who said what, and arguments on food and whatnot. Joe never really figured digimons to be the type to have social problems that were akin to humans, but then again, he never really knew much about digimons. Every new day in the Digital World was a learning experience, even after having spent years growing up alongside it.

Verbal spats and the occasional brawl was one thing, but one day things escalated. A digimon had started lashing out violently, eyes red with rage, and their strength exponentially growing greater than their normal base stats. It actually took him, Izzy, and Ken to contain the problem. After a tough fight, they managed to contain the digimon and see what exactly led to the situation becoming so serious.

"What the hell?" Izzy blurted out. In his hands were the remnants of a now broken black ring that used to be worn by the digimon they had just fought. It was ornately designed, containing symbols that he recognized were part of the digimon language, but then had other markings that were completely foreign.

"Those are Dark Rings," Ken remarked. "What are they doing here?"

That was the question on everyone's mind. Naturally, Ken and Izzy were quick to start researching. Ken, being intimately familiar with the Dark Rings, poured over the notes he made back during the time he was the Digimon Emperor. Izzy helped him through it, as well as contacting Gennai to get any advice on the serious issue. Joe, and the rest of the Digidestined, were then tasked to keep the peace. As the days went by, more and more reports of the corruptive Black Rings started to pour out, and an uneasy feeling began to fester in everyone's minds. It seemed they were up against another dangerous foe.

"You okay, Joe?"

Joe let out a sigh, finding it difficult to focus. In front of him were his notebooks, as well as a couple of thick books that were designated as reading assignments. He had been staring at them for hours now, but all he could do was read instead of understand. The young man leaned back in his chair, turning around to face his companion. Gomamon, his partner digimon, was resting lethargically on his bed. His eyes were filled with concern.

Digidestined were special because of their relationship with digmons; they were humans who were given DigiVices, objects of power that would allow their partners to evolve and grow stronger, based on the strength of the relationship they had one with one another, or at least that's how Joe and the rest of his friends understood the power. It's because of this relationship, and the many days Joe and Gomamon had spent with one another ever since they met that fateful day back at File Island, that they knew a lot about each other. How one thinks, how one speaks, and how one even feels at any given moment in time; this relationship was what carried Joe and Gomamon through thick and thin. And it's what allows both of them to speak openly to each other.

"No," Joe replied, shaking head.

"Are you still thinking about the Dark Rings?"

Joe nodded, standing up to stretch. He walked over to his laptop that was silently whirring in the background. There were no notifications, and no messages waiting for him. Ken and Izzy were probably still busy trying to get to the bottom of things. "What do you think is going on?" he thought out loud.

"I'm not sure myself," Gomamon answered. "The Digital World is always changing, always updating; I suppose we'll just have to take things in stride."

"I guess," Joe said, rubbing the sleep in his eyes.

"You should get some sleep," Gomamon said, patting the bed. "I can wake you up early tomorrow if you want."

Joe smiled. Unfortunately those books weren't going to read themselves. "Thank you."

The next day came and Joe was thankful that it was a weekend. His parents were out on vacation, taking a cruise they've been planning for a long while, and thus it was just him, Gomamon, and the mountain of books he needed to get through. The morning was fast and uneventful. Gomamon woke him up and the two were quick to make breakfast. For someone as small as he was, Gomamon was quick and agile, being quite reliable in the kitchen. The small digimon would take a slice of bread from the nearby counter, and masterfully throw it across the room to have it land on the toaster. If Joe were to try that, he'd end up making a mess.

Coffee was poured in a cup, and a few minutes later Joe was quietly reading by his desk. Gomamon was laying on the bed, reading a shonen manga. It was this reason why they got along so well with each other. Both were happy to be in each other's company, but not necessarily interacting with one another. The hours ticked by and the two barely noticed it, both engrossed in their chosen reading materials.

It was only when a loud sound emanated from Joe's laptop that it broke the man's concentration. He was in the process of writing an essay on what he just read: a short story of a man who loved the sea so much he became a fish; a narrative of one's vices consuming them.

"What is it?" Gomamon asked, looking up from the manga book.

Joe sifted through the messages. His brows creased the moment he saw what it was about. He turned to look at Gomamon. "They need us."

Travelling to the Digital World was always an experience. The first time, they literally fell into the world, falling through a crack in the Human World and ending up in File Island moments after. Nowadays, Digital Gates make travelling easier and more convenient. With the power that was inside their DigiVice, Digidestined can open gates in any computer terminal connected to the internet. To get out, they would do the same while inside the Digital World.

The process of going through the gate always felt weird to Joe, and he never got used to it. The word digitization came to mind. Bit by bit, piece by piece, he was deconstructed from the Human World, and then reconstructed once again inside the Digital World. It was all fast, seamless, already over by the time you think about it; it was unsettling. Inside the Digital World he was still human. There was still air in his lungs. His heart still pumped blood inside of him. He could still feel pain, hunger, and exhaustion.

Yet...there was something about it. The notion of being scanned and then converted to bits of data was...interesting. He had brought this up to Izzy at one point, his friend being the more tech savvy amongst all of them, but they never really had a proper discussion of it because there was always something happening.

If they really were converted to data, was it then possible for that data to be modified?

"Joe!"

Joe put aside his existential thoughts for now. They had a dangerous digimon on the loose.

0 = 0 = 0 = 0 = 0 = 0

This village was quite alike some of the towns and other villages Joe had visited or strewn through in his adventures before, but nonetheless, something felt off about it. He couldn't quite place it, but a weirdly malicious aura surrounded it. The place itself looked perfectly fine however. Within a beautiful sunny lagoon, a picture perfect white powdery beach stretched along the view of it, framed within the cliffs. Slightly nearer to the cliff sides, beach huts were peppered along the scenery, some standing on stilt like structures above the sands. Joe figured they were most likely for protecting them from the waves. Although he was also fairly certain that in a lagoon like this, storms would barely cause more than a slight ripple.

"Joe! Why do you keep dawdling?" Gomamon turned his head back to his partner, a bit concerned. "O-Oh, I'm sorry, Gomamon. I was wondering about that little village...it seems a bit...off to me? Like something is telling us to not to go near it..." He turned his head back to his companion. "Who called us here anyway? Izzy and Ken don't seem to be anywhere near either. I'm a bit worried."

"Just relax, Joe! You have me, remember!" Gomamon's enthusiasm was infectious, easily overriding Joe's anxiety. "No matter what is or what isn't here, I'm in it with you."

"Ah...haha. You're right. If we need to, we have plenty of fight in us to put up!"

Gomamon smiled. "That's more like it! But, to be honest...I think, this time, you aren't entirely wrong." His expression shifted to wariness. "I feel that weird aura too. Let's stay on our guard."

Suddenly, Joe's DigiVice started beeping, cutting through the unusual silence. It caused him to flinch and almost drop it into the sand, which, thankfully, Gomamon prevented, both of them sighing with relief. Joe thanked him as Gomamon handed over the little device.

"Jo- -re you ---re?! J-E!! He--o?" Izzy's voice blared out of the thing, distorted and cut off here and there, but still barely intelligible.

"Izzy? Yes, I'm here with Gomamon! Someone called us here, with the alert signal! Was that you guys?"

The signal seemed to stabilize a bit, the holographic projection made by the small device losing a bit of the noise that it had on it before, clarifying. "Joe. Goodness, I tried to r--ch you for -ver an hour. That place Goma-on and you are in has some weird data dist--tion. Please, be ve-- care--l. We are trying to send Tai and Matt your way as soon as possible. I trust you'll be as cautio-- as ev-- , right?"

"So you guys didn't send that signal?"

"No, it must hav- been c--ing from -ne the TV's we've seen used by dig--on before."

"Got it! Alright, we'll take care of this! We promise to be careful, Izzy! Don't you worry about us. If we end up having trouble anyway, we'll just wait for Tai and the others like you said."

"Don't worry Izzy, we're fine!! Goma!" Gomamon added in, brave and adorable as ever.

Joe put away the DigiVice, clipping it onto his belt. He would most likely need to make use of it sooner than he'd like to. But, as he had utmostly painfully learned before, delaying inevitable confrontation only made it worse in the end.

In the distance, as the beach huts grew closer, the gentle laps of the sea were beginning to show some dark spots in them. Almost as if there was something camouflaging in the waters. They would have to be careful to not bring unnecessary attention to themselves, as there may be a large group of digimon that could be lurking around there. He had made that mistake enough times to regret it.

Hiding behind a little boulder formation, Joe briefly stood up to reel back, throwing a pebble with some decent accuracy at the dark spots in the waves. He seemed to have hit dead on, both with his assessment of the situation and the pebble, since an audible grunt followed, probably from the digimon he had just managed to hit. As soon as he could, he hid again, huffing with anxiety and exhaustion, proving that he was anything but the sporty type. Booksmarts didn't really enhance his athletics, after all, much to his dismay.

"Let's lure one of them out, alright?" he whispered to Gomamon, who silently nodded.

Joe threw another pebble into the sand near them, hopefully catching the attention of whichever digimon he had hit before. He heard a single set of footsteps, so it had seemed to work out in their favor.

"Gomamon! Now!" Joe commanded, causing his DigiVice to glow. It was time for another digivolution!

Digivolution was a fascinating thing. While Joe himself never fully understood the mechanics behind it, he did understand what it did on a surface level: it allowed Gomamon to evolve into a level greater than he was. This was made possible through the DigiVice, and the bond they shared with each other. Said DigiVice was pulsing with energy, and the familiar feeling sensation coursed through Joe. It was the same feeling he had countless times whenever he was in danger, and Gomamon needed to evolve to help protect him. In a fantastical display of light, Gomamon flashed brilliantly, before shifting to his stronger form, Ikakkumon.

Gone was the small digimon, but now a larger, more imposing white furred beast was in his place. Joe was quick to hide behind the rock, carefully peering back to see who was the rogue digimon they were up against. Standing menacingly by the shore was a digimon he didn't recognize, to which his DigiVice kindly rectified for him. It was a digimon referred to as Divermon, a sea dwelling digimon that was known to go to the depths of the ocean with the help of the SCUBA gear strapped to his back. His weapon of choice was a sharp harpoon, and he was brandishing it angrily at Ikkakumon. Divermon's eyes were glowing an evil red, and Joe could see the signature Dark Ring that was strapped to his arms.

"Be careful Ikkakumon!" Joe cried out from behind the rock.

Ikkakumon didn't answer, but Joe knew he heard him. Joe watched as the fight began. Divermon jumped straight up into the air, before falling back down and aiming straight at Ikkakumon. Due to the larger digimon's size, it proved to be difficult to evade. Divermon missed Ikakkumon by inches. Joe quickly picked up on this, and figured Ikkakumon's current form was going to get them defeated. He needed to change. Responding to his desires, the DigiVice pulsed with energy, and a digivolution soon followed. In a span of a few short seconds, Ikkakumon shifted to his next form, Zudomon. The white furred beast was now replaced by a hammer wielding digimon, and was now able to stand toe to toe with Divermon.

Metal clashed against metal as Zudomon and Divermon fought against one another. Zudomon pushed his opponent back, Divermon reeling back slightly as the sheer weight behind the weapon proved to be too much. Electricity filled the air, and the sound of thunder and lightning came crashing down. Zudomon directed the voltage straight at Divermon who tried to block it with his harpoon. Sparks flew, and Joe swore his hair began to tingle with all the electricity. A large explosion soon followed, and Joe gasped as he saw Zudomon flying straight back into the sand.

"ZUDOMON!"

How could this have happened? Divermon stood valiantly in the sands, his harpoon sparking with the remnants of electricity. Joe was left flabbergasted. This was not how things were supposed to go. With his partner down, Joe was in serious danger. Divermon took notice of him, and immediately went on the offensive.

"Joe! RUN!"

Joe ran as fast his legs would carry him, screaming in fear at the top of his lungs. They may have made a grave mistake. Joe didn't have to look back to know Divermon was gaining on him. He cursed himself for not being athletic. He ran as fast as he could, but the sandy beach made things worse. He ended up tripping, falling flat on his face. It was actually a blessing in disguise as Divermon swiped at him and barely missed his head by a few inches. The rush of wind blew past his face, the adrenaline making his heart pump rapidly in his chest. Joe rolled across the floor as Divermon reeled back to hit him again. By this point, Zudomon was able to get back onto his feet and save his partner from certain doom. The large digimon threw his hammer forward, knocking Divermon to the side and helping Joe scramble to his feet. But Divermon retaliated, quickly rolling upwards and throwing a punch at Joe. It was fast, way too fast for even Zudomon to react to. Joe was sent flying backwards, his body ragdolling and flying past the sands before ultimately stopping to a deafening halt. Joe could neither see, nor hear for what seemed like an eternity. One moment he saw the punch coming at him, and then the next thing he knew, he was looking up at the sky, his vision blurring accompanied by the dull sensation racing across his entire body. A cold sensation washed down the sides of his face, and for a moment he thought it was raining. He raised his hand up to wipe the liquid off his cheeks only to realize it was blood. Like a cold splash of water pain raced throughout his entire body.

It was a struggle to breathe, but he was alive. At least he believed he was. He sat upright, feeling every surface of his body ache for him to stay still. He had flown a fair distance across the beach. Divermon and Zudomon were still fighting by the shore, his digimon notably angrier than ever before. Joe looked towards his side, trying to find his glasses. They were thankfully fine and weren't broken. His DigiVice was miraculously laying next to him, vibrating and pulsing with energy. But there was something off about it. The color shifted every now and then to a different shade of black. It wasn't uncommon for the DigiVice to change color, as it normally did so when Joe helped his partner digivolve. But what was uncommon was with how he shifted on random intervals. This was not normal. Nonetheless, he figured he'd find out more about it later. Joe reached out to touch it, his hand momentarily reeling as a sharp jolt of energy coursed through his finger. The pain immediately subsided, and he quickly strapped the vibrating device to his pocket.

Zudomon's swings were fierce, powered by the anger at what Divermon did to his partner. It proved helpful as Divermon was unable to stabilize himself underneath the powerful attacks. With a guttural roar, Zudomon swung at Divermon, breaking his guard entirely. The larger digimon kicked as hard as he could, sending Divermon flying backwards and getting buried into a crater of sand. A black ring then materialized above the fallen Digimon, visibly glitching and broken.

"Zudomon!" Joe cried out. The fight was over, but Zudomon's anger was yet to be tempered. He arrived just in the nick of time to stop Zudomon from pummeling the now unconscious digimon. "Stop!" he shouted.

He was met with an angry stare, followed by a look of relief.

"Stop, Zudomon," Joe said, trying to get his partner to relax. "The fight's over."

0 = 0 = 0 = 0 = 0 = 0

While the fight had been extremely intense, it was now at least over and done with. At home, Joe was trying to focus on studying but with little success. He just couldn't quite get himself to focus properly with his life having just recently been threatened and all. To a former full on hero like him, this was nothing new to him. Having been to something as deeply terrifying as the Dark Zone, he didn't have much left to fear in this world. He had trusted Zudomon from the first second to save him and win the fight, but this time, he somehow felt more shaken than usual, literally so, since his legs were still shaking. He didn't feel fear, but his body still was.

After a short while he did manage to calm himself to a degree. Maybe focussing in on something more relaxing would help ease his mind. Actually, he could try and visualize the subject of his essay. It was a man succumbing to his love of the sea, correct?

Well, on his adventures with Gomamon, he couldn't even count the times he had gotten soaked in saltwater, so he definitely had his own kind of love-hate relationship with the sea. However, all that soaking did grant him a pretty great reason to finally learn how to swim. Now that he had the time, he could maybe finally pick that up, since he did curse himself numerous times over for being unable to. He sure would love to finally be able to relax at a beach, not having to worry about falling into the water on accident. Being peer pressured into a quick dip and only nearly drowning again, has happened more times than he would like to admit. How nice would it be to just finally feel the gentle sun on his skin, the sound of lapping waves softly blazing by his ears, a slight breeze combing over his body. He usually made sure to bring plenty of sunscreen and a good set of swimwear with him, which he would actually get to put to use, if this were the case. He did always love a good bikini. Tight fitting fabric like that would look and feel great against his pelt, white as it would be. Filled out with supple flesh, ready for-

"W-WHAT?!" he jumped up from his chair, the turn his thoughts had taken taking him by surprise, much to his utter disturbance. A pelt? A bikini? A hot summer seaside day? Where did any of that come from? His legs were shaking again, but now, it wasn't out of latent fear. It was out of arousal. As if the mental onslaught of identity bending impulses wasn't enough, it was soon joined by a physical one. He could feel something poking out from under the bottom of his shirt, his pants sinking down slightly because of it.

It...just wasn't possible, right?

He ran over to his closet as fast as his wobbly feet would take him, slowly opening the door of it to make use of the vertical mirror adhered to its inside. His fears were confirmed, a small, white, fuzzy and stubby tail having formed right at the end of his spine, trembling along with Joe's fear.

"G-Gomamon?" was what escaped him on instinct, since the tail did immediately remind him of his close companion. The very same digimon soon entered his room, most likely having heard Joe saying his name with more confusion than he was used to. He poked his head into the crack between the door to Joe's room and the doorframe, a bit worried about his friend still after their recent battle.

"Yes, Joe? You okay?"

"A-Ah, Gomamon!!" Joe scrambled, quickly turning towards the little digimon, so that he wouldn't notice Joe's newest appendage. He didn't want to worry his old friend more than necessary, and not until he had figured out if this was an actual hazard or not. "I'm totally fine, don't worry!" he sputtered. "But...um. I did forget to get myself some tea from the kitchen earlier, so I'm just a bit dehydrated and dizzy. Would you mind fetching me some?"

"O-Of course! No problem at all! Be right back, Joe!"

Gomamon soon disappeared from view. Joe breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew..."

That had been a bit too close for comfort. He would have to figure out why this was happening to him. And fast. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't exactly the most well versed when it came to digimon knowledge. That role belonged to Izzy, and Joe figured he was the best person to ask. He tapped on his keyboard, quickly pulling up a chat window to try and get a hold of Izzy. Much to his dismay, the man wasn't online. He was probably busy doing something at the current moment. Joe quickly typed up a message, telling Izzy to contact him as soon as he was able to. Joe tried calling on his cellphone as well, but it all just went to voicemail.

Joe sank back in his chair, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Everything alright?" Gomamon asked, arriving with his cup of tea. The digimon was balancing it perfectly on his back. With a perfect flip, the coffee cup launched into the air and landed on the side of Joe's desk, the contents not spilling whatsoever. If Joe wasn't so distraught with what was happening to him, he would have been amazed at what he saw.

"I'm...good," Joe answered. He took the cup of tea and drank it, hoping it would help calm his nerves. He could still feel his tail poking from behind him. The warm brew helped, but only a little.

"Are you okay, Joe?" Gomamon asked. "You look really pale."

"I'm just stressed out," Joe answered honestly. He figured Gomamon would be the second person he could confide in about his recent development. "I think something is wrong with me."

Gomamon's brow rose. "Are you sick?"

"No." Joe wondered how he was going to break this to his friend. "At least I hope not." After trying and failing to come up with a starting statement, Joe figured it was easier to just show his friend what was wrong with him than tell him. He stood up, and turned around.

An audible gasp escaped Gomamon's lips. "Oh my goodness! What happened?"

"I know!" Joe cried out, somewhat relieved that he can share his anxiety with someone. "And I don't know either!" He turned back around and slumped back into the chair. Gomamon was staring at him in equal disbelief. "I just noticed this today!" He raised his hands up to emphasize his distress.

Gomamon walked over to his back and playfully poked at his tail. Joe jumped up in instinct, feeling the foreign sensation racing from the back of his spine all the way to his skull. "Well," Gomamon said, "it really is part of you if you felt that. Have you tried contacting Izzy about it?"

"I have," Joe answered, sitting back down. "He's busy at the moment, but I told him to contact me as soon as he can."

"Do you feel sick?"

"Aside from anxiety, no."

"We'll just have to wait for him to be available then."

Joe sighed. This was just great. Maybe he should just take a shower to calm his nerves, since waiting around in his room wasn't gonna get anything happen anytime sooner regardless. And, of course, doing his essay might just result in his mind wandering places it had no business being, not as long as this was his brain

"I guess it just can't be helped, then. Ugh, what a mess. Why am I the one that always ends up with these kinds of problems?"

"C'mon Joe, you know Izzy, he'll find a way to help us!"

"...You're right, old friend. I think a shower could help me cool down from all this. How about you stay here and look out for that response from Izzy while I do, hm?"

With a little salute, the small monster agreed. "Understood! Don't worry yourself too much, alright, Joe?"

"I will try my best, haha."

Joe left the room for his home's bathroom and as soon as the door shut behind him, he could feel the exact worries his friend had just warned him about creeping up on him. Irrationally so, he hurried up his step, as if to outrun his own mind, which was racing him to be the first to take control of his emotions. He did manage to stay ahead, for now.

In the bathroom, he dropped the usual shirt he was wearing and the rest of his clothes. Lately, he hadn't had the mindset to think about his sense of fashion or what he looked like at all. Maybe he should, considering that not much about his wardrobe and style had changed since his first years of school. He did always feel like trying to grow his hair out a bit, just to see if it would fit him.

The water of the shower hit his forehead, quite literally cooling his head. He ran one of his hands down his back until he could feel that new appendage at its end, sticking out from between his fingers. He gently tugged on it, which caused him so much sudden pain that he nearly slipped and broke his neck, thankfully catching himself on the railing of the shower cell. He didn't know what part of his mind had come up with that bright idea, but it sure wasn't the smartest approach. Something he would have expected from hotheads like Taichi. He definitely wasn't composed if this was the kinds of measures he was beginning to stoop to.

It didn't matter. This was not his conundrum to solve, it was Izzy's. He could just focus on the water hitting his skin right now. Feeling it run over him, enveloping him in the calm cool of deep wets, making him feel right at home. As if he had just come back from a long dive through the sea, catching fishes with his bare hands, feeling the current run through his fu-

"...nnnOOOOO! STOP!! Goddammit!! I am not a sea creature!" Joe yelled at no one but himself, really. How did that happen again? "Wait, when that last happened, didn't that suddenly..."

He stumbled out of the shower cell, finding that he had now purple marks on his hands and face. They weren't quite saturated purple yet, but were beginning to set in, along with the outlines of his eyes beginning to darken. He had had his small suspicions before, but now, they were basically confirmed.

He was turning into a Gomamon!

Joe cried out, both of fear and frustration. He was understandably scared of what was happening to him, and at the same time, angry at not knowing what was causing this. As if to answer his cry for help, Gomamon came knocking on the bathroom door. "Joe?"

"What?" he said, sounding more irritated than he wanted.

"It's Izzy! He's on the phone!"

Joe wrapped the towel around his waist as fast as he could. He went out the bathroom, quickly snatching up the phone from the digimon that held it. Gomamon was rightfully surprised at how Joe looked now, but his reaction fell on deaf ears as Joe focused on the person on the line. "Izzy!"

"Joe! Are you alright? Gomamon told me you were changing? I'm confused."

Joe let out a sigh of relief he didn't know he was holding. He was just happy he could finally talk to someone about his problem. He immediately began outlining to him what had happened. He could hear Izzy typing on his keyboard, taking notes of his story. By the time he was done, Joe could feel his anxiety waning, knowing that someone was actually aware of his predicament.

"...and now I'm turning into Gomamon," Joe said, finishing his narrative.

"You actually have a tail now?" Izzy said in disbelief.

Joe looked behind him and sure enough it was there. It was actually threatening to undress the towel around his waist with how much of a bump it had. "I do," he answered. "What am I going to do Izzy? Do you think we can fix this?"

"I'm going to ask Gennai," Izzy answered. "I'm sure this is related to the encounter you had with the digimon with the dark rings."

The statement seemingly sparked Joe's memory. "That's it!" he cried out.

"What is it?"

"When we were fighting Divermon, I got attacked."

"Yeah, you mentioned that. What about it?"

"Well," Joe said, "at some point, my DigiVice got scratched badly by the attack." Joe went over to his room and began to rummage around. He slid open a desk and sure enough his DigiVice was there. Except instead of the familiar digital blue, it now had an oddly, ominous black gradient as its color. Joe warily held it in his hand.

"It got damaged?" Izzy asked curiously.

"It did." Joe tapped the screen of the DigiVice and it sprang to life as it normally did. It showed him the Digimoji, various arcane looking symbols he never understood but had seen numerous times before. They flashed across the screen. He was about to look away when one of the letters seemingly morphed right before his eyes. At first Joe thought he was seeing things. He blinked, thinking that his eyes were probably just tired from all the stresses he was going through today. But sure enough, the letters were morphing on the screen. Like data being rearranged, it went from a series of symbols he didn't understand, back to the familiar Japanese characters he could actually read. "And now I think my DigiVice is showing me Japanese characters."

"It's doing what?" Izzy sounded more concerned.

"Yeah," Joe answered. He read the message on the screen. "It's giving me a message."

"What does it say?"

"Data is corrupt. Rebase in progress," Joe answered out loud. "What does it mean?" Izzy's silence on the other line didn't help Joe's anxiety. "Izzy?"

"It's overwriting data," Izzy answered.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Look," Izzy said, sounding a bit annoyed at having to explain technical jargon. "I'm going to talk to Gennai. Just stay at home, and keep me posted. If your DigiVice sends another message, tell me immediately, alright?"

It wasn't like Joe was keen on going outside given that he wasn't exactly looking human. "Okay, I'll stay here."

Joe didn't know how to make left or right of this. On one hand, he finally had the utmost certainty that this was taken care of by the most competent person he could think of on the matter, on the other hand, if even someone like Izzy wouldn't manage to figure out a way to revert this , it would cost him his humanity. He couldn't do that, he could not let that happen, not at any cost, he would rather-

"JOE!!" Gomamon snapped at him.

"Wh-wha...? Y-Yes Gomamon?" Joe answered, feeling like he had just been pulled up from a deep , dark pit.

"I kept saying your name but you seemed completely out of it! What did Izzy say?"

"He's gonna talk to Gennai about this. Apparently my DigiVice is rewriting some data."

"That does sound logical...it did get damaged back then. Listen, Joe, no matter what, I'm always here for you, okay?"

"Thank you, old friend. At least, if push comes to shove, I would look like my best friend. Not the worst deal in the world."

"Hey! C'mon, I'll have you know that many digimon have called me quite handsome!"

"Ah, yes, I imagine those digimon are very real, with very real names, huh?"

"Pff, cut it out, Joe! Hehehe. I'm glad you're calming down a bit."

"Well, I've got you and Izzy to rely on. Pretty good hands to be in, in my book. Neither of you ever failed me, no matter how horrible things got."

Gomamon was visibly beginning to well up a bit, so proud of his once so cowardly partner showing the backbone he always knew Joe had.

"Joe!!" he yelled, leaping in for a hug.

"Hey! What's the matter with you? I'm not dying or anything! You little idiot."

Gomamon and Joe watched videos online all night, to keep Joe's mind distracted and sharp, until they both fell asleep, Joe holding his partner in his arms, both snoring softly.

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Deep.

Dark.

Blue.

An infinite realm of liquid life. Reassuring, constant and safe. Yes, a home for both the mind and the soul, a place to rest, to experience freedom in total solitude or blisteringly diverse beauty, a kaleidoscope of color and fauna. No boundaries to keep in check, no code of dress, behaviour or rigid gender roles to uphold. No, in this realm, this endless cornucopia of unruly love and life, none of this mattered. It was all just a sour, human dream. A dream not worth living.

Actual worth came from this freedom, actual freedom came from all this boundless and undefined ocean of possibility.

He could choose to never look back, to be born anew, to become a new being. Oh how much he would revere not feeling fear any longer. Reveling in the unknown instead of cowering before it, like he used to. His body would be his only guide, and he it's only master. New desires to explore, like ocean shores before him, endless, mysterious, inviting him to go deeper. His supple curves hit the water and it feels like breathing. His flesh remains warm in even these frigid saltwaters and it thrills him more than any study, doctorate or documentary ever could have. His almost naked form was ripe for exploration, which his fingers proceeded to go forward with. They brushed along his arms, his tits, his thick thighs and finally, between his soft cheeks, passing his tail, poking his entrance just enough to make him shudder. Oh, how right it all felt. If he could, he would never stop......eepbeepbeepbeepbeEPBEEPBEEPBEEP "WHAaaa...huh?" Joe's hand slammed onto the alarm clock, Gomamon still soundly snoring on his lap. As he retracted his hand, he saw that it and its counterpart were now tipped with hard, onyx claws. That was one way to obtain a can opener. He then tried to get up, but felt an unusual weight on his thighs, his shorts tighter than usual. Had they gotten tighter or had he...?

Oh...no.

Joe's eyes widened as his eyes gazed on his new found figure. His shorts had ripped themselves at the seams to accommodate his physique. Gone was his human appearance and was instead replaced with an almost alien body. Instead of the pale, fleshy skin tone, it was replaced with a vibrant, aquatic white that was distinctly visible even amidst the darkness of the room. There were visible streaks of purple that accentuated the sides of his arms and ankles. This was getting worse by the minute. It was like a nightmare that refused to end. Joe glanced at Gomamon who was sleeping soundly on his lap. Joe envied him. Here he was, his life changing right in front of his eyes, and yet his companion was sleeping comfortably like there was nothing wrong in the world. Joe almost hated him if it weren't for the fact that he looked quite adorable sleeping the way he did. As if responding to his thoughts, Gomamon rolled over onto his back, letting out a cute mewl that reminded him of a sleeping dog.

That was when Joe was taken by surprise.

Underneath Gomamon's body was a pink slender piece of flesh that jutted out from a slit that was not there before. It left Joe utterly puzzled. He had never seen that before on Gomamon's body. Throughout the entire time they spent with one another, he never saw that appendage before, and so it left him confused for a few seconds. It only dawned on him what it was after a second or so of processing.

Was that...was that Gomamon's cock?

The question left Joe dumbfounded, even though he knew deep down that the answer to the question was yes. He did remember wondering before if Digimon had such a thing as reproductive organs, being digital with no need to organically reproduce, but then again, since they seemed to resemble organic life regardless, it also wasn't too far fetched to assume as such.

There was this lingering aroma in the air. This scent of familiar maleness. It sent a shiver down Joe's spine, who could not redirect his attention from the cock before him. Actually, not only that held his attention magnetically, but Gomamon's body had seemingly grown a bit as well, beginning to look less quadrupedal and more bipedal. Like he could get up at any moment, with his cock standing right up as well.

God, all of this was so surreal. But the circumstances were beginning to just normalize themselves to Joe. He knew what to expect, at least. He sighed, taking off his now useless shorts, revealing his more well rounded hips. In the full length mirror behind him he could see the purple spots Gomamon had on his flank now beginning to appear on his.There was no use fighting this or being terrified of it. After all, Izzy was helping him, or, well, working on trying to find a way to help him, already. He had to save his strength and just let go for a little while. But then, again, as if by magnetic pull, his eyes glued themselves onto Gomamon's cock again, which was losing its tendril like shape, adapting a more human one ever so slowly, small sparks of data fluttering around it.

Gomamon was very clearly fast asleep and, as Joe thought to himself, he wasn't himself right now regardless. No one was watching, not even his partner. Joe licked over his lips, feeling an oncoming hunger arise from depths previously unknown to his mind. Maybe from places he had always had deep within him or places that only been added to his mind through all this. But, quite honestly, he was beginning to lose interest in all of that reasoning, logic and pondering right now.

He brought his lips closer and closer to Gomamon's cocktip, his warm, shuddering breath brushing against it. Instinctively, his now seemingly longer tongue dropped down from behind his teeth, drool running over it copiously as one drop of it lazily dripped down onto the shiny pink dick of his partner, running down its side as Joe was just about to close his lips around it. "...Joe? Mnh...what...are you doing?"

Joe didn't respond. He was unable to hear Gomamon's voice due to the deafening sound of his beating heart. It was like he had tunnel vision. The only thing he could focus on was the pink dick in his mouth. The taste was exquisite. Joe wasn't a deviant. He considered himself as someone who was fairly vanilla when it came to personal intimate things. A simple peck on the cheek, followed by public handholding was enough to paint his face a crimson red. While he wasn't a stranger to being in relationships, most of them never went far enough to the point where it ended at the bedroom. He was far too busy with himself and his personal priorities to have such flings. That and having to moonlight as a Digidestined in the evenings filled up his schedule more than he would have liked. The idea of sucking a cock was as alien to him as to being an astronaut. Yet here he was, doing so without a care in the world. It looked so natural you would have thought he had done this before. Gomamon's voice fell on deaf ears as Joe continued his actions, his enthusiasm building as his confidence grew in himself.

His entire body felt like it was on fire. He could feel it. It started small, but like a wave, it was getting bigger and bigger as it reached for the shore. His body fizzled in and out of reality, but Joe himself was caught in sucking Gomamon's cock to even notice. Various bits of data began rearranging itself and his body morphed in real time. His human torso shifted, bones seemingly melting into a different shape. His smaller frame began to bulge out, his muscles pushing outwards to grow into a larger, fuller size. Like bread growing, his bosoms pushed outwards, shaping into bumpy hills and ultimately being referred to as breasts. The entire transition lasted for what could be considered a short minute. And all of it was lost on the two individuals at the current moment.

"Joe...that feels so good..."

Gomamon leaned back, feeling sensations he had never felt before. The closest he could relate it to was having the same sugar rush he always felt after eating a jelly filled donut. His entire body tingled, feeling jolts of electricity travel down his spine. All of it focusing at the base of his body. Gomamon was rightfully surprised to see that his body had somehow shifted. Did he digivolve? Was this a new evolution for him? He had legs now, but he still retained his Gomamon form. Was this an alternate evolution? Was this why Joe was doing this? Whatever was going on, Gomamon was unsure of it, but he trusted Joe nonetheless. He knew his partner only harbored good intentions for him.

Joe was meanwhile in his own world, not caring for his surroundings at the moment, or the changes happening to his body for that matter. With each indulgent slurp up his partner's cock, his tail lengthened and thickened, soon growing to be a proportionally correct and therefore quite large tail, the first part of his body that finally felt like it was complete. His chest had this odd weight to it, but his tunnel vision on Gomas increasingly appetizing dick completely phased everything but just that out of his perception. It surely must be nothing, he thought, just some weird way his mind was still hanging on to nuggets of anxiety, of which he had held massive amounts previously.

Underneath the still growing dick, which was filling his mouth with more and more delectable flesh, something was beginning to bulge up from where Gomamons slit opening had previously been. Again, almost by magnetic pull, Joe's clawed hands were pulled to it. Somehow, his hands almost knew what to expect, holding both out as if to cup something. And soon enough, a pristine white furred sack flopped right onto their fingertips, not filling them yet. But the more Gomamon's groans of pleasure intensified, the more it grew. Soon, there was a warm, plump pair of nuts right in Joe's soft grasp. He moved down, inhaling their scent, his mind completely lust driven at this point, with no room for fear or doubts. Once again, his tongue extended, but this time, there was nothing to hold it back, not a smidgeon of hesitation in Joe's actions. With a delicious slurp, the changing former human sucked one of them into his waiting mouth, his taste buds firing off with absolute delight. There was so much to experience for his adapting mind, intimate scent, taste and sound filling his senses, making his hunger approach insatiable dimensions, even when he just had his first taste.

By now, Gomamon almost looked like a small humanoid figure, complete with legs, arms and shoulders. The sensations were too strong for him to resist, clouding his judgement profusely. He wanted more and if Joe was just gonna make him feel more of this amazing, new and exhilarating sensation, who was he, as his close friend, to deny this gift? They could worry about the details later.

Gomamon responded by moving his new found hips forward. He didn't even know how he was doing it, just that he was. Joe was surprised at the movement, but enjoyed it nonetheless. It was more cock for him to take in and he was more than happy to accommodate. All the new sensations easily overwhelmed Gomamon, and it didn't long for him to reach his end. He cried out, gripping the bed sheets with his hands as tightly as he could as his entire body convulsed. Joe ate it all up like a man thirsty for water. The first burst was intense. Wet, sloppy, and thick, it coated the entirety of Joe's mouth. The sheer volume was too much for him and it ended with him reeling back from it all. But Gomamon just kept going. The second blast hit Joe square in the face, painting his cheek white with Gomamon's hot digital seed. It flowed down the sides of Joe's face, dripping onto his blossoming chest. Joe stuck out his tongue to get a taste of the liquid. It was unlike anything he had tasted before in his entire life. It was a mix of sweet, bitter, yet at the same time electric and different. It was a taste he knew he would never ever forget. In his lust filled mind, Joe wanted more, and thus he squeezed Gomamon for all he was worth. He reached down and jerked Gomamon's cock to try and get more of the fluid out of him. But by then Gomamon was thoroughly spent. A look of happy glee was plastered all over Gomamon's face as he rested on the bed. "Joe..." he mewled. "That was amazing..."

Joe quietly lapped up the digital cum that was dribbling from Gomamon's cock. Each lick sent a jolt down his spine. Joe didn't know it, but the more he took in, the more the changes in his body became more prominent. The amount of data being shared was quite large. After he was done cleaning the warm flesh of his partner turned lover, the trance he was in until then started ever so slowly alleviating. As soon as enough of the haze had lifted, Joe felt like had just come back to air from a deep, long dive. But this time, the shame he had felt before didn't come back up with him.

"Hey, um, Gomamon?"

Gomamon, who was still panting with the aftermath of what was his first orgasm, looked down at Joe, his tongue hanging out with the steam he was exhaling.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Is it okay if I'm starting to like this?"

"Uh...Joe, I'd be lying if I called whatever just happened anything but the best thing I've felt in my entire life. So...no. I couldn't blame ya." Both of them were jolted out of the gentle embrace of their afterglow by a very familiar beeping. It was Joe's digivice, which had now completely finished changing color. The black gradient from before was gone and had now been replaced by a vibrant purple, his and Gomamon's crest glowing on the holographic display. Joe reached out to grab it from his night stand, not noticing that there was still some essence from his partner left on his claw. As he touched the glowing crest, it came into contact with the fresh cum, which caused it to emit a gentle, bell-like sound, as if that had just activated something. Soon enough, the display showed a lot of options that certainly no one he knew had ever seen before. There were pictures of outfits, something called "Mods" and even a section for...toys? Whatever that meant. He would have to find out the next morning, though, because now, that was all he managed to do before feeling the exhaustion give his mind the slip. With no remaining modicum of shame left in his mind, he rested his head on Gomamon's increasingly humanoid crotch, knowing that this is what he had wanted all along.

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The cool water flowed down his body, washing away the crusted remains of Joe's own cum from the night before. Gomamon wasn't a stranger to his body changing. Whenever he evolved the data pertaining to his physical appearance, among many other things, would get rewritten with brand new data that would dictate his new form. But evolution as he knew it was fleeting. It never lasted long due to it being channeled with the help of his partner. Changes were relatively simple. He would get stronger, tougher, able to dish out attacks that were devastating to his foes. But this particular change was something else.

Gomamon looked down, looking at the piece of flesh that protruded from his lower half. Joe referred to it as a penis, he himself having one of his own. Its existence puzzled Gomamon. If such pleasure could be derived from touching this particular part of his body, why was it not there in the first place? The balls that hang before it was also a peculiar feature.They were plump and soft, and touching them made his entire body tense up in a pleasurable manner. Joe informed him that it was where cum was made and stored, the white sticky liquid that Joe himself squirted out from his own set of cock and balls the night before.

It was all brand new to Gomamon and the changes were still coming as the time ticked by. He was now standing upright on two legs, limbs protruding from his torso to serve as arms. He was still in his Gomamon form and yet he was something else. He wasn't even sure what type of evolution this was. Gomamon turned off the water, the cool droplets of liquid dripping down to the tiled floor. A few moments later, he stepped out, drying himself off with a towel that was lying around. He was both curious and excited to see what else was in store for him. While at first he was rightfully afraid of the changes happening to him, even more so when Joe himself was changing, his opinion reversed at one point. Maybe it was the pleasure he received from having his first ejaculation, or maybe something just clicked in his mind.

All of it felt weird, but it didn't hurt.

As long as he and Joe were alright, it didn't bother Gomamon as much. After all, Izzy was still trying to understand what was causing all of this. In the meantime, he might as well just see what the changes had in store for him. Gomamon walked back to Joe's bedroom only to happen upon an interesting sight.

Joe's body had undergone another transformation. Any traces of his previous human appearance were now gone completely, disappearing underneath the guise of a digimon that shared similarities with Gomamon. Only in this case, Joe's chest was becoming more prominent. Two bouncing balls of flesh gyrated up and down, in tune with his movements. "What are you doing, Joe?" Gomamon innocently asked, wondering aloud. Joe was stripped naked, sweat dripping down his entire form. He was kneeling on the bed, straddling a phallic object and bouncing up and down on it. His face was flushed with excitement, drool lightly streaming down the sides of his lips. Joe's penis was erect and throbbing happily. A light bead of pre escaped from its tip as Joe sunk lower into the toy he was playing with.

"Oh...Gomamon..." Joe said, his eyes finally recognizing Gomamon's presence. "I was messing around with the DigiVice and..." He moved upwards, a lewd squelch coming out from his backside as the toy slipped out of him. "I saw that it had a toy function all of a sudden and...Fuck!" A squirt of pre escaped from the tip of his cock and made a gooey mess on the floor. "Fuck, this feels so good."

The entire lewd sight aroused Gomamon as well, his body reacting naturally by stiffening the cock in his loins. "C-can I try?" Gomamon said, feeling jealous at what Joe was going through. A glance at his formerly human partner was more than enough to make Gomamon's newly grown own cock twitch with excitement. "Mnh...of course, Gomamon. But...which part?" Joe answered, his body still shivering at the immense pleasure it was learning to receive now. "I could...y'know...take the place of that toy you got there. We're partners, right? We should...work together." The last few words, as infused as they were with loyalty in their meaning, were almost dripping with greed in the intonation Gomamon gave them. Joe nodded, biting his lip needily.

A bit unused to his new mode of movement, Gomamon used his now increasingly impressive looking body to slip right by Joe, his eyes glued to the new curves his partner was sporting. He had never before thought of the ass of someone else as beautiful, but in this moment, it was impossible to deny that the body before him was utterly flawless. Gomamon tapped his own thigh, which now possessed a formidable tone. Joe at first didn't know how to interpret the gesture, but after just enough of the haze of lust cleared in his mind, he smiled knowingly. Joe took his sweet time placing his snow white furred rump on the lap of Gomamon, his supple flesh jiggling with a hefty slap onto Gomamon's lap. Teasingly, he ground into it, causing his partner's cock to harden even further. Seemingly, the former human had overcome his former shyness or was currently driven enough by lust to not have the time to care.

Gomamon however also felt a new impulse. One he just wanted to act upon immediately, no holds barred, just like his partner did. His cock throbbed with anticipation as he grabbed Joe by the waist, with hunger unknown to him before now, and pulled the now digital being onto his face, ass first. From there, his new body knew what it wanted to do and how. Gomamon's long, pink tongue slid out, sliding ever so slowly up the taint of his partner, until it reached the warm muscle those now so shapely cheeks usually hid. It tasted like heaven and felt even better. And going by the shuddering moans Joe was making, there were no complaints on his side either.

"A-Ah, goddamn, Gomamon, where did you pick that u-up? Well...what, haa-ah, ever! Just keep goin, feels so damn good...mngh..."

The wet, warm tendril brushed past the silken, now slimy skin of Joe's donut. Every time it did, a new drop of precum formed on the tip of his cock, lazily running down its length. Gomamon soon felt another idea coming on. Reaching up, he grabbed that white cock of his partners and fondled it up and down, continuing to run his hungry tongue past the hot hole of Joe's, over and over, speeding up both movements gradually.

Joe and Gomamon still didn't fully comprehend what was happening, but all that they both cared about at that moment was how absolutely mind meltingly good it felt to indulge in it. Joe ground his hips into his partner, no longer caring about what happened to his body, as long as it kept making him feel this free, this alive, this full of pleasure. Outside of both of their notice, finally, Joe's muzzle grew in, matching that of Gomamon's. Alongside this, his hair changed color, but only partially. His tips remained blue while the roots were lit up with the same bright orange his partner had been rocking all this time. His chest swelled up some more as well, though, in the ocean of pleasure Joe was in right now, that sensation was but another drop.

"G-Goma...mon!! I feel something...happeni-haaah!"

And with that, Joe was robbed of his breath for a moment, before his first orgasm in this form hit him. It fried his brain alive, leaving him to moan and groan, drooling like a hot mess all the while.

Gomamon himself was undergoing changes. While Joe was mentally checked out as his brain swam in endorphins, Gomamon moved into position. His body guided him, telling exactly what he wanted to do. Joe had a sweet, well lubricated hole, and Gomamon had a stiff erection that needed to be buried. It was a match made in heaven. He gently pushed Joe aside, the man flopping over towards the bed like a sack of potatoes. Gomamon laid next to him, slipping behind his partner easily. He then moved a hand towards one of Joe's thighs and lifted them upwards, exposing his partner's hole for him.

"G-Gomamon...?" Joe sputtered, still half dazed and recovering from his orgasm. His entire body felt hot, seemingly running a fever whose heat could rival the sun on a hot day. The heat was focused heavily on his chest, like his heart could bust out of his ribcage. "What are you doing?" Joe managed to ask, feeling his partner press himself closer to his back.

Gomamon didn't answer but instead pressed his hips onto Joe's lower back. A hot, stiff, throbbing cock made itself clear for Joe. Gomamon then used a free hand to align himself. Then, he went in. Like a key sinking into a keyhole, it fit perfectly like a glove. Maybe it was because they were partners. Maybe it was because Gomamon had lubricated Joe's ass a few minutes prior. Or maybe Joe's ass was just hungry for cock. Whichever the case was, both Joe and Gomamon moaned loudly at the jolt of pleasure.

"Fuck..." Joe mumbled, his eyes briefly blurring. Gomamon moved his hips back and forth, wanting to bury himself deeper into his partner. His lower half grinded against Joe's bouncy backside, the piece of flesh vibrating with each thrust Gomamon did. The bed rocked back and forth, the metal frame creaking and sliding against the tiled floor. Joe gripped the bed sheets tightly. It was as if he was being rutted by an animal. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed across the room, the stench of sweat and sex permeating in the air. Joe's chest was still marred by his previous orgasm, and his cock stiffening signaled a coming second one. The way Gomamon hit him where it mattered sent a shiver down his spine. Each thrust threatened to elicit a cry out of him. He involuntarily clenched as a wave of energy coursed through his body, spurned on by Gomamon's fucking. This wave of energy triggered another change in Joe's body. His chest now blossomed into feminine shape, full, heavy and sensitive, digital data overwriting what little was left of his previous data.

As if sensing the change himself, Gomamon reached over, his hand hovering over the perky nipples before his fingers reached down to squeeze them. Joe cried out loudly, feeling like his body was getting electrocuted. Gomamon twisted his fingers, making Joe clench involuntarily once more. Both of them got what they wanted. His partner grunted, everything clamping down on his cock like a tight vice. Even after the beating Gomamon was giving him, Joe was still tight as ever. His rhythm soon to break, struggling to keep pace as he quickly careened straight to the edge. Gomamon felt his balls tighten, the familiar tingling sensation he felt hours ago. His cock throbbed, his insides burning hot, ready to throw himself towards the edge. He struck hard, his hips moving forward and trying to bury himself as deep as he could go into Joe. His former human partner cried out, flinging his head backwards in a flamboyant display of ecstasy. Joe's glasses fell to the side, his vision blurring for one last time as his own eyes changed as well. Human no longer, he completely transformed into a digital being that would baffle his fellow companions. Gomamon let out a large roar, emptying everything he had into Joe. Warm, sticky goo escaped him and filled Joe to the brim. The sheer excess escaped from the sides, mixing in with the sweat and smell of sex before dripping and soiling the bedsheets below. Gomamon rode out the entirety of his ejaculation, before inevitably collapsing towards the side and dragging Joe along with thim.

Both were exhausted, tired, and sweating bullets from their heated sex. It took a moment for both to catch their breaths, content to just hear each other breathing heavily and feeling the heat of their bodies and hearing the beats of their hearts.

"Fucking hell..." Joe mumbled, reaching outwards to grab his glasses once more. It hadn't even set in him yet that his vision was perfectly clear without them already.

"Joe! Never heard you curse like that before." Gomamon blurted out in surprise, before noticing that his voice had gotten a bit deeper in timber, but not to the extent of being beyond recognition. "W-Woah. That'll take me a moment to get used to..."

"Seems like we both grew up in each of our own ways there, huh? I feel so...free, Gomamon. I only ever felt this way when i fought real hard battles with you, because you and I had to stick together for them. But...now I feel like I'm really rid of all that anxiety I used to carry with me everywhere. I feel like I became more like...you. Haha, in more than one way, I suppose."

"O-Oh...Joe. I'm so happy!!" Gomamon giggled and hugged his partner, the two of them closer than ever now.

"Gomamon, stop, you're chokin me!! Hrk!"

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Joe woke up when a stray ray of sunlight managed to shoot through the parasol, right at his face. He held up his palm to shield his face from the pesky shine disturbing his midday snooze.

"Mnh...did I...doze off? Man...this place really is too damn peaceful to get anything done in. Hahaha..."

The former human got up from his beach chair, his form diving into the light from the bottom up, the sun hitting his skin warmly. Only a smart, more fashionable pair of glasses clad his face now, framing it beautifully. A black swimsuit with quite revealing mesh cutouts accentuated his curvy body, showing off his lushious chest, which still had plenty room to jiggle appetizingly in the couture , just like his rear.

"Joe!! You comin?! The water's great!!" Gomamon called from afar, waving for his partner.

"Be right there, Gomamon!"

Indeed, his friends were waiting for him. He waved back at them, their silhouettes the only thing visible in the gleaming warm summer sunlight. He would never have to fear anything ever again.

Truly, a life without pressure was one so much fuller of happiness.

[The End...?]

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**Author's Notes:

It's been a while since I last posted a story, but hey, it's the end of January and I figure I might as well post something. This story is something I've been working on for quite a while with a good friend of mine, NTT.

He's been a collaborative partner of mine for a while now and we're working on a few stories that may get posted in the near future. Writing Digimon smut is something I've always wanted to do which is why I was more than happy to do this with him.**