Gato's Night Out
The dining room in Gatomon's house was filled with giggles and laughter. The four cat Digimon - Gatomon, BlackGatomon, Gatomon X, and Mikemon - sat around sipping wine and gossiping. At some point in the conversation, the topic changed to their most recent love lives.
"Hee hee, that reminds me of a time when I met this Gazimon at an Etemon concert!" Gatomon giggled. "I know that most Digimon don't take baths, but this mon reeked something awful, like low tide. He wasn't very polite, either. Kept shoving and being rough to me and everyone else around him. Turns out he puts all that energy to good use in the bedroom. I remember he pressed me up against the wall and pounded me from behind. Every thrust lifted me off my feet, and I could feel his cock driving deep into my pussy. I came so hard afterwards!"
"Oh, wow!" Mikemon exclaimed. "So what happened to him?"
"I dumped him. He had the gall to do that while I was going pee." Gatomon replied bitterly. "It felt great, but it's not cool to mount a girl during her private time."
"You should really find a guy like this Gabumon I was with once." Said Gatomon X. "He was a very nice guy. Neat, trimmed and smelled like Ireland in springtime. Timid as all fuck, though. It wasn't until we were dating for two months did I realize that he wasn't going to make the first move on me in the sack." Gatomon X purred and took a sip of her wine. "I finally had to mount him myself and ride him like a show pony. It was so fun dominating that boy."
Mikemon giggled behind her paws.
"Well, I suppose I had a bit of both worlds last time I had a guy... or guys, really. Met both of them at the same dragon family party. The first was this Veemon who kept bragging about how great he was in the sack." She groaned in exasperation. "You can guess how well that went. Even as we did it in the closet, he just wouldn't shut the hell up. I mean seriously, if he put as much effort into the sack as he did his mouth, he would have been at least halfway decent.
"I stormed out after 10 minutes of head-splitting frustration. On my way out, I bumped into a Guilmon. He was... simple, let's put it that way. He was pretty cute, though, so I figured what the hell, and I pulled him into the guest room. And oh. My. DigiGod! He had so much stamina! Guilmon kept strong that entire night!"
"Wow, that's some really extreme stuff." Gatomon replied. "What about you, BlackGatomon? I haven't heard a peep out of you. Do you have some crazy story you want to share with the rest of the class?"
BlackGatomon opened her mouth to say something, but then she realized that she didn't have any kind of story to tell.
"I... I - well, I -" she stuttered. Mikemon giggled and glared at her smugly.
"Oh come on! You don't have any stories to tell us?" she asked.
"Well, I uhh... there was this one mon I met. He was a Gomam- a Tsunamon, yes. He was, well he was pretty good and all, but I didn't love him."
Just as she expected, none of the girls believed her. To be honest, BlackGatomon never had a boyfriend before, due to having the misfortune of being born a virus-type Digimon in a Vaccine and Data majority continent.
"Oooohhh, I get it now!" Mikemon said, grinning mischievously. She leaned across the table to stare at BlackGatomon in the eyes. "I know how you girls operate. So many scary kinks you scare away all the good boys just looking for some innocent fun!"
That day continued to echo in BlackGatomon's mind. The next day, she decided to set out to actively find herself a boyfriend, not wait for one to just fall into her lap. However, she couldn't do it around her hometown; the people around there knew her a little too well. She left for the neighboring town that lay just beyond a small mountain range. It was dangerous in the mountains this time of year, due to the fact that it was mating season for the Monochromon that lived there. BlackGatomon was pretty confident she wouldn't encounter any Monochromon, and if she did, she could probably reach safety before they could mow her down, believing her to be competition.
The mountain was nicely shaded with the abundance of evergreen trees, which was good on this hot day. The ground was tough for her to walk on. Despite it clearly being a road, it was unpaved and had huge grooves in it going all the way up the path. The uneven terrain drained the energy from every step, and the fact that she was going uphill wasn't helping. What genius made the road like that, anyways?!
The mountain path spiraled around the 'waistline' of the mountain range, which she reached around high noon. BlackGatomon took a breather on a flat rock. It was an arduous journey just to get up here, and at some point, she nearly forgot what she was even doing here to begin with.
"This is too much work for a simple fling." She sighed to herself, laying out flat on the rock. "Guess that's the curse of being born a virus Digimon." BlackGatomon sighed and lay back on the rock. Even this high up, the air was dead still. Of all days, this was one day she wanted there to be a breeze.
BlackGatomon didn't know how long she rested there, but she guessed at one point she dozed off. Something clattering on the rock brought her back to awareness. She looked over to see a pebble dancing across the flat surface. As she put her ear to the rock, she heard a faint rumble slowly growing louder. Looking back down the road, she suddenly realized what those grooves in the ground were from. Quickly, BlackGatomon jumped off the rock and sprinted up the mountain path as fast as she could. She looked back briefly to see a wave of black and grey mass come up the slope. It was a herd of Monochromon! BlackGatomon sprinted up the hill, trying to find a good high ground to seek refuge on and wait for the herd to blow by. Slowly, the herd began to catch up with her. She couldn't keep this up much longer! She had to find refuge, even if that meant jumping off the side of the mountain!
As she turned the corner around the face of the mountain, BlackGatomon spotted a tree hanging over the road. It wasn't a great spot, but she couldn't risk running the rest of the path in search of another hiding place. Quickly, she let her feline instincts take over and she climbed up the tree, just in time to narrowly avoid the herd of Monochromon that stampeded up the path. Several near the edge were pushed off, and BlackGatomon could hear them scream out a stream of curses as they fell. Others next to the slope were pushed into the mountainside, creating more and more collisions as they tripped over themselves and knocked each other over. One smashed into the tree, and its hard outer shell and mass ripped right through it. BlackGatomon's stomach lurched as the tree snapped apart and toppled over the Monochromon and off the side of the cliff. Gatomon gripped on tightly as it slid down the path, several Monochromon tumbling down the face of the mountain alongside her. Up ahead, there was another edge that led to a several hundred foot drop. BlackGatomon wouldn't be able to survive that high a fall!
'Oh God, I'm going to die!' she thought in horror. She covered her eyes so she wouldn't see the ground coming at her. Right as she felt herself become weightless as the tree went over the edge, BlackGatomon felt someone catch her in strong sharp talons.
"GOTCHA!" it shouted in a male voice. Blackgatomon looked up to see the underbelly of a half-mechanical owl carrying her off. Below, the Monochromon crashed into the ground below, creating huge holes. Because of their resilience and tough outer shell, they were barely injured, and some were already stumbling around in a stupor. The owl carried BlackGatomon around to the other side of the mountain, where the slope became almost entirely vertical. Carved into the mountainside was a cave, and that is where the owl was ferrying her off to.
Once BlackGatomon's feet were a few feet over the ledge, the owl dropped her off there and flapped his wings hard to bring himself to a stop. BlackGatomon examined him closely. He looked to be a mechanical Digimon. He looked like he wore a helmet on his head, or it was a part of his body; It was hard to tell. His eyes were covered by a visor with red lenses, and his forehead bore the Crest of Love. The lower half of his body was all mechanical, but what was most noticeable was the white crotch plate that stood out from the rest of his brown torso. She looked away from him out of embarrassment.
"Thanks for saving me, but who are you?" she asked.
"My name is Owlmon." He replied. His voice was flanged with the mixture of a somewhat deep voice and a robotic chirp. "I'm a landscaper and cartographer for the mountain range."
"A... cartogra-what?"
"A car-to-gra-pher." Owlmon enunciated. "I make maps. The Monochromon around here cause extensive damage to the roads every year during their mating season, and it's my job to mark roads that need repair or even remap entire sections that have been demolished due to rock slides or the ground giving away."
"Oh, so I see." BlackGatomon replied. 'Silent Cartographer... so THAT'S what it means. I always thought about that.'
"So what made you come all the way out here during the mating season?" Owlmon asked.
"Well, to tell you the truth, I didn't think I would run into them, and I definitely didn't know they'd come at me in... that way they did."
"You've seen NASCAR races, right?"
BlackGatomon nodded her head.
"Well, they are pretty much doing the same thing, except in much greater numbers. In order to appeal to the few females, the males race up the mountain path, trying to force each other off the side. It rarely kills them, though. Monochromon are very resilient to kinetic impacts.
"Oh geez, what am I doing?" he sighed. "I'm boring the first guest I've had in a long while. Come on in! I can make us dinner and you can stay here for the night."
"Oh, that's not necessary." BlackGatomon said modestly.
"I insist. Besides, it's not like you can go anywhere with the Monochromon still causing chaos out there." As if on cue, a Monochromon tumbled down the side of the cliff right next to the entrance.
"Uhhh... alright, then. I'll stay for the night." BlackGatomon said, following Owlmon into the enclave. There wasn't much to speak of in the cave in terms of decorations. There was the kitchen, which Owlmon ducked into, the bathroom, the bedroom, and an office, which was littered with papers, pens, charts, and various instruments on top of a draft table.
"This place doesn't look very personalized." BlackGatomon said. "No offense."
"None taken. This isn't my real home, anyways." Owlmon explained as he prepared dinner. "I live in town on the west side of the mountains. This is just an outpost. After the mating season is over, I'll return to town. Next mating season, a Biyomon will take post here, and then I will take post the next season."
BlackGatomon left Owlmon to make the dinner in the kitchen. She hung out around the office, looking over some of his maps and charts to pass the time. It was rather boring around here with so little to do inside this enclave, but it made sense. This was basically an observation post, not a summer home.
After nearly an hour of mind-numbing boredom, Owlmon finished the dinner, and the two ate at the small table. The dinner was a fish fillet - it looked like salmon - on a bed of brown rice.
"Mmnn! This is very tasty!" BlackGatomon purred. "I wouldn't have pegged you as a chef."
"I'm not, but when you're out alone for weeks on end like this, you learn how to cook on your own."
After the two finished eating, Owlmon cleaned up the dishes in the kitchen.
"It must be very lonely being out here by yourself." BlackGatomon said. "Do you have a wife or girlfriend back home?"
"No. To be honest, I'm not very social. Virus Digimon don't have a very good reputation around here, thanks to the havoc caused by Piedmon last year. That's partly why you don't see very many of them."
"Wait a minute, you're a Virus Digimon, too?" BlackGatomon exclaimed.
"Well, yeah. I thought everyone knew. After all, you don't see many Vaccine or Data Digimon that are mechanical." As he spoke, he suddenly had an impulse run through his mind, and he used his artificial eyes to scan BlackGatomon. The lenses contracted and focused, which didn't go unnoticed by BlackGatomon.
"Uhhh, what do you think you're doing?" she asked, covering her chest and lap with her paws.
"Oh, I didn't know you were a Virus Digimon." He said, his tone now awkward and embarrassed. "I thought Gatomon had different colored fur coats."
"What's wrong? Now that you know I'm a Virus Digimon, is it that much harder to talk to me?" BlackGatomon giggled.
"No! No, it's not that! It's just... I don't know how to talk to Virus Digimon. Especially... girl ones."
"But you were fine with talking to me up until now. Why the sudden change of heart?" BlackGatomon grinned, her Virus instincts, coupled with her female hormones, desired to dominate this boy.
"Well, I'm not much of a Virus Digimon. I don't really know how to speak to one."
"Oh? And how are you supposed to speak to a Virus Digimon?"
"Well, you see... I-I - this..." Owlmon was now stuttering, unable to find any words to explain himself. BlackGatomon pushed him on his back and mounted him. Her crotch pressed against his own, right on the cold metal plate.
"Gagh! G-Gatomon!" He gasped.
"How much of you is actually organic in this tin can?" she purred, her voice now more fluid and icy. BlackGatomon moved her hips back and forth on the crotch plate, seeing if he would react at all to it. Surprisingly enough, he did. The crotch plate opened up underneath her, and a warm organic cock erected and pressed against her pussy lips. BlackGatomon gasped and raised her ass into the air. Looking down between her legs, she saw the dick standing straight up. She grinned and guided it to her pussy.
"Mmnnn! For tonight, you are mine." She growled, sitting down hard on the shaft. Owlmon's digitized voice let out a blurb of static for a second before his normal voice came back, moaning loudly. He merely sat back as BlackGatomon took control and rode him like a mechanical bull. Even though he had no real eyes, she could tell that he was unable to grasp how he got into this position.
"What's the matter, boy?" she purred. "Are you so shocked that you are actually getting some tail?" Owlmon slowly nodded his head and wrapped BlackGatomon's waist in a cocoon of his own wings. Granted, they, too, were made of metal, and felt pretty cold on her fur, but it was a little hot and stuffy in here, so the cold was welcomed. For Owlmon, the sensation of having his cock gripped tightly by her hot wet muscles was intoxicating. Being mostly machine lacking the synaptic weave throughout his mechanical parts, he didn't actually feel most of the time, but had systems to inform him if he ever took injury. His dick was one of very few parts with any real sensation, and it was not touched much, so the nerves were very sensitive and raw. Even without his motion sensors, he could feel every little move BlackGatomon made, all the muscles contracting and tightening around his shaft. It was like they knew exactly how to grip him in all the right places.
BlackGatomon moaned with each thrust. Her eyes were clamped shut, but she could feel Owlmon's mechanical eyes gazing up at her, scanning the insides of her body, seeing the shaft clenched by her most noble interior muscles. She, too, could see inside of herself. The image made her increase her motions. Her legs trembled, and her breathing quickened. She wanted to feel his warm seed inside of her. She needed to feel it!
"Gah-G-Gatomon!" Owlmon's voice shorted out for a brief moment as he came, his cock throbbing powerfully inside BlackGatomon and shooting hot seed into her body. She angled her body to let the gushes strike right on the spot she was most sensitive, and that was enough to push her well over the edge and beyond. She arched herself over Owlmon and shivered. The gushes of sperm made her insides warm, and her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Finally the orgasmic wave washed over her, and she took in a deep breath of contentment.
"I... that was... incredible!" Owlmon exclaimed. BlackGatomon giggled and curled up on top of him. With her needs now satisfied, her Virus instincts died down, and she returned to her normal, modest self. However, she did not move off of his shaft. She loved the feeling of it inside of her, and due to his mechanical biology, he did not have a refractory period. With neither of them willing to move just yet, BlackGatomon rested her head on Owlmon's chest, listening to the faint whirring of his internal mechanisms, the sun setting outside the cave.
* * *
"No fucking way!" Mikemon exclaimed. "That's awesome!"
"He sounds like a real catch." Gatomon said. "Good cook, mannerly, has a good job..."
"So did you keep him? Did you keep him?" Gatomon X squealed excitedly, her tail swishing around wildly. The four feline Digimon were sitting around the table in Gatomon's dining room, just as they were a few days ago.
"Nah." Answered BlackGatomon. "It would have to be a long-distance relationship, what with his job and everything, and those rarely work out."
"Aww damn." Gatomon pouted. "I wanted to meet this great guy..."
"Hmm... maybe I should go paw~ing around in the mountains." Mikemon mused. "Maybe I'll run into him."
"Hay! No snatching another girl's catch!" Gatomon snapped. "Those are the rules!"
"Rules? When did we start making up rules?"
"When we all started dating! Don't you remember?"
BlackGatomon shook her head disapprovingly and left the house while the three girls bickered over their so-called rules. At her own house, she lay on her bed, tired from the events of the past few days. She rubbed her stomach with a paw, still feeling the warm glow deep inside her. The phone rang, and BlackGatomon made a grab for it on the nightstand where it lay.
"I've been thinking about you." She cooed when she answered the phone. There was the sound of a mechanical voice stuttering on the other end. "Oh come on, there's no need to act so shy around me. Look, I'm not doing anything for the rest of the day, maybe you could come over..."
The End.