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A fun world after all this drama. I know I sort of did this world before, but I am going to call this another world for this purpose. A bit of watersports warning in this one. And my first lesbian story.

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The Twelve Talismans: Dimensional Travels

Chapter 36: Are You Thinking What I'm Thinking?

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"I'm telling you, It's too easy."

"They're just sitting there. What's the problem?"

"Exactly. When was the last time things went that smoothly?"

"Well we are due then, aren't we?"

Both digimon looked through the lab's barred window. Even through the metal bars they could clearly see a steel mesh cage with two white rodents scurrying around. The dragon statue clearly showed one of these was the holder of the rat power. Gomamon looked at Gatomon. "Seriously, not all the worlds have to be full of demons and vampires and Azulongmon knows what. Maybe we got lucky on this one."

The feline did not look convinced. "Colour me unconvinced. If everything else we've been through is an indication, they're probably some sort of genetically engineered super mice."

"And we are pieces of computer programming traveling between dimensions. I think it trumps that" The seal hopped from the windowsill. "Listen, I'm going to go invisible, sneak in, grab the cage and be out in two minutes. No fuss, no muss."

"All right." Gatomon hated to admit it, but she did not have any other plan to offer. Gomamon tapped his flipper and the snake power rendered him completely invisible to the naked eye. The statue floated in the air as he carried it with him so he could double-check that the mice were the source of the power

It was after hours. The lab had a security system, but nothing Gomamon couldn't handle. He made his way inside the main lab and climbed up on the table. The skinnier mouse was running endlessly in the hamster wheel while the other stared at a miniature chalkboard covered in equations. Awww how cute. It looks like it's thinking! The scientists must have put that in there to take pics! He snickered to himself as he deactivated the power: it was harder to do things when you couldn't see your flippers, plus he wasn't the most dexterous with them in the first place. Both mice stopped what they were doing to look at the new arrival. "Hi there." He picked up the cage and smiled at its two inhabitants, waving the statue over them. The heads all burned bright red, confirming the first impression. "So you're the little ones holding my power, uh?" The pair looked back with big eyes. "Rat power, bringing motion to the motionless." He explained playfully before hopping off with the cage.

"Excuse me."

"Huh?" Gomamon looked around in surprise. He could swear they'd been alone.

"Down here."

The digimon looked down. It was the shorter mouse speaking to him, the one with the big head. "Pardon the interruption. Did you mention one of us being in possession of, how did you put it... 'power'?" Its voice was far too deep for such a tiny creature.

"Narf!" The taller one with the big buck teeth smiled. "All right Brain! I hope I can do card tricks now!"

"Quiet Pinky."

"Wait, wait, wait. You lab rats talk?" Gomamon lowered his face until he could see the mouse eye-to-eye (or eyes-to-eye, as it was).

"We are mice, not rats." Brain pointed. "Genetically altered super-mice to be precise."

Oh great. Now Gatomon can jinx us too now.

The rodent continued: "And you look to be a member of the Phocidae family, though of a species I am not familiar with..." Brain gave a passing glance to Gomamon's eye patch. "And with a rather obvious ocular deficiency, but capable of simplistic speech." The big-headed white mouse continued to speak, otherwise ignoring the Digimon.

"Zort!" The taller of the two mice kept making weird sounds. "Maybe he's a generally-albert creeper like us!" Pinkie clasped his hands together tightly in front of himself and blinked rapidly. "Oh, we shall be like one of them TV families!"

"Yeah... I think I'll pass." The digimon felt a need to explain. "Well, long story short, I am from another world and one of you has a magic power I really need to add to my growing collection. Soooo, I am just going to snag it and be on my way."

"I am afraid I can't let you go quite yet." Brain said in a knowing baritone. "I must insist that you stay here for the time being."

"Oh, that's cute." The seal snickered, looking right mouse. "And what are you gonna do if I don't?"

As Gomamon watched mockingly, Brain pulled out a remote with a single red button from behind his back, then pressed down on it with a finger. There was a small beep.

"Fascinating." Gomamon chuckled.

The floor burst open under the digimon, pushing the cage away with a clatter as a huge stainless steel table sprang up with the seal on top. Before he had a chance to get his bearings, four metal clamps encircled wrapped around his limbs; a perfect fit despite the seal's unusual anatomy. "Oh come on! You just happened to have this ready?!"

Brain walked out of the cage, the door popped open by the shock. "Better safe then sorry, as they say." He held out the remote and pressed the red button a second time.

The feline outside looked through the window as her friend was shackled down by, of all things, sentient mice. "Yup. Too easy." Gatomon sighed sarcastically as she pulled back her fist to break the glass and rescue Gomamon, but a solid steel plate came down to block her punch, drawing a loud pained meow as she smashed her knuckles against tempered metal. "Son of a..." She hissed at the protecting shield, rapping it once with her knuckles. Two inches thick at least. Maybe with her ring she could have clawed through, but even then it would take a while to make an opening. "Right, way too easy." She grumbled, scouting around the perimeter for another opening.

Gomamon struggled to free himself, but it was hopeless as long as he couldn't activate his powers. The rodent duo came over, the one aptly named Brain pushing the button yet again to make a section of floor raise to the level of the table. "Okay, there is, like, one button on that thing. How can it do all that?"

"The best designs are simple." The Brain looked at him and made the platform raise some more. "Obviously you seem capable of rendering yourself transarent to light, and you mentioned one of us has a so-called power? Please explain. In great detail."

"I think I'll pass, Mickey Mouse." Gomamon retorted. The button was pressed again, calling forth a massive piece of laser technology from the ceiling. A beam promptly shot between Gomamon's legs and started moving up toward his groan with a smell of heated metal. "But then, it would obviously be terribly impolite of a guest like me to refuse to answer such sensible questions." He grinned nervously.

Meanwhile, Gatomon had had found and jumped down a vent after pulling a grate off, the aluminium making a deep thump when she landed. It took her several minutes and she hoped that her travelling companion was fine. Soon enough she heard Gomamon and the mice talking, the voices becoming clearer the further she moved toward them. "The Rat power means one of you can bring objects to life... Stuff likes dolls or action figures for example."

"Fascinating." The Brain rubbed his chin a bit. "Such a claim violates all laws of physics. Of course you are not of this universe; perhaps such laws don't apply to you..." He leaned against the four-headed tracking artefact, deep in thought. He would have to find a way to shrink: it would make such a nice scepter...

"Brain he's right!" Pinky held out a peanut. "Watch!" His eyes began to glow in the shape of rats. "It's just a peanut..." The tall rat's eyes burned with energy, and soon the seedpod did so too. "And look!" The magic aura faded just as quickly as it had appeared. "It's now a real live peanut! Yay!" He held the piece of food over his head and twirled.

The seal stared for several seconds. "I take it he didn't get the full superbrain treatment?"

"You have no idea." Brain sighed softly and rubbed his temples with spindly pink fingers.

"Anyway, I don't know what good it would do you." The seal remarked. He had told them most he knew about the powers. No lies: there was apparently a lie detector built in the manacles, and Pinkie's giggling whenever Gomamon got shocked was as annoying as the shocks themselves. "Bringing dolls to life isn't that great a power, and you can't use those power I already have."

"I do believe you are grossly underestimate the usefulness of animating the inanimate. As for extracting the powers, that is a simple enough matter." Gomamon was not even surprised when Brain used his remote Gomamon to bring yet another contraption from the ceiling. It looked like a strainer with electrodes and wires hooked up to it. He could swear he'd seen the thing in the first Back to the Future movie. "I was saving this for the president, but this is a far better opportunity."

I swear to the gods... Gatomon stamped down on another grating which fell on the floor with a clatter. She followed it and landed with a foot on each side of Gomamon's, grinning at the two rodents. "All right you squeaky toys... Who wants to play 'feed the kitty'?" She flashed her fangs at them.

The lab rodents beat a hasty retreat: even the simplest mouse knows to avoid cats! The feline snickered to herself at the sight. So maybe this won't be as complicated as I expected. "Let me get you out of these." Gatomon moved down the table with her usual grace. Her tail wrapped casually around the tracking statue, then she moved to grab the metal helmet on his head. As soon as she did there was a massive flash of power and everything screamed around her with bright light.

Gatomon went flying back with sparks dancing off her full before she smashed into a storage cabinet. Glassware rained down on her, some of it shattering as it hit the tiled floor. A yellow mist began to fill the air and the pungent smell of chlorine filling the nostrils of both digimon. "Ugh we need to get out!" She shrieked, eyes instantly filling with water.

Gatomon and Gomamon crawled out of the building, eyes watering, coughing to get the taste of that potent vapor out of their mouths. "Ugghhh I feel dizzy." Gomamon walked over to the bushes, groping half blindly. He took his paws and splashed stagnant water from the ditch in his face. Wait? Gomamon's vision cleared, looking down at his clawed gloves. Paws! When the heck?! He turned his yellow gloves around.

"Gomamon!" Gomamon's pointed ears hurt as he grabbed them. He turned around, looking down at... himself in the water.

"Uh oh." He stared down for some time, which actually disorientated him a bit. He rarely had do look down for anything being built so close to the ground.

"Gomamon!" His twin self looked up at him, then at his flippers, then back up at him. "What did you DO?!" He shouted.

Gomamon looked down at himself, or more accurately herself. He... she was in Gatomon's body, and from the look of things, she was in his. "I, um..." Already the pronouns were giving him a real headache.

Gatomon moved forward, but took too much of a leap. He went head over flippers, landing on his back on the grass. Gomamon couldn't help but chuckle as Gatomon ended up like a turtle kicking his legs wildly. "It is not funny!" The seal growled as he flipped back over on his stomach and on to his back again because he turned to hard. Gatomon went over and over, unable to stop until he landed into ditch. "Gah!" He thrashed a bit, trying to get on to his flippers in the ditch water.

"It must have been that machine! A mind switch machine! Great!" Gomamon sighed as she looked back at the empty lad, acidic yellow smoke wafting from the entrance..."And the mice have flown the coop..." There was a moment of dawning comprehension as she realized something important was missing. "And they've taken our statute!"

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Okay, so as long as Gomamon and Gatomon are in each other's bodies, they are referred by their original names and their new genders and bodies. Got it? On with the story!

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Several hours later...

"Trying to find two mice in a city the size of thousands!" Gatomon grumbled as he crawled along the sidewalk on his belly. It had taken him some time to manage moving around with any ease in Gomamon's body. Dragging yourself on your stomach was not a pleasant way to move. "Might as well be looking for a needle in a haystack... more like the Digital World!" They didn't even have the statue to help: the mice had apparently took it while they were unconscious.

"You're the one who touched that mindy-switchy thing." Gomamon sighed as they walked down the beach front.

"And whose fault was that, Mr. Sorry-I-was-being-threatened-by-mice." Gatomon was in far worse a mood. He was taking the change particularly badly.

Gomamon's furry tail whipped in front of her and smacked her in the cheek. "What the? How'd it do that?? This thing of yours has a mind of its own!" The feline exclaimed. They came across one of the public restrooms that littered the beach every block or so, and she went over to the small building.

"What are you doing?!" Gatomon watched herself go to the women's side.

"Taking a piss." Gomamon replied, her paw still on the doorhandle. "Duh."

"Not! In my! Body!" Gatomon answered, grabbing Gomamon's long tail and yanking back hard.

"Hey, I am going to go eventually, whether you want to or not. And whether I'm in a restroom or not!" Gomamon pointed out. Having to look down at someone to talk to them was still kind of freaking him. "We've been walking for hours." She yanked her brand new tail back from the seal's grip. "I'll bet you need to go too."

Gatomon sighed. He had felt the need for the last hour, and hoped to hell and back they would find the mice and get changed first. "All right, but you come into the guys' with me." He grabbed Gomamon's paw and dragged her into the next room.

"Dragging me into the boy's room? Kinky~." The cat chuckled softly as she was dragged past the urinals.

"Just go!" Gatomon groaned and shoved Gomamon into one of the stalls, slamming the door shut behind her. He then went into another stall. A force of habit more than anything. Gatomon looked at the toilet in confusion. Both Western and traditional squat toilet were easy to use in his original body, where he had the build of a small child, but right now his face didn't even come up to the bowl! The seal climbed up on the bowl, and not with much grace either. "How does he even get around?" He turned around on the seat, sat down on the lid, and promptly fell in butt first with a splash. "GAH!"

"Something wrong?" Gomamon called out sweetly from the neighbouring stall.

"Fine! I'm fine!" Gatomon screamed, crawling out of the toilet sopping wet. All right, screw the toilet. He grumbled wordlessly as he crawled under the door, the water rolling right off him and making a wet track on the floor from the stall to the urinals. Luckily for him it went all the way to the ground. He wasn't sure how he was gonna do this, much less one that was two feet above the floor! He grabbed the sides to pull and steady himself up and leaned so his penis was inside. "Finally..." He mumbled under his breath as he let go.

He had seen guys taking leaks in the past once or twice, always by accident. He had never paid much attention (who would?), so it didn't dawn on him that he was supposed to hold it until the pressure caused the member to jerk upward and the stream to him straight in the face. The smell not being as bad as he had expected (Gomamon's sense of smell was poorer than hers) was not much of a consolation.

"Ack!" Gatomon lost his grip and tumbled to his back, piss still shooting through the air. He tried to grab his dick, but between his position, the lack of a good grip and his over lack of experience with the flippers, all he managed was to cover himself in the vile substance. When the stream died down it added insult to injury by letting a few drops of pre on his stomach.

Gatomon just lay there for a moment on his back on the ceramic floor, utterly mortified, until he was treated to his old face, looking down at him. "Riiiight. You were worried about me doing kinky shit in your body."

"Don't..." Gatomon growled, the smell of the puddle around him stinging her nostrils.

"Hey, I might've done some freaky stuff, but I was always too much of a pussy to consider watersports..." The feline continued to laugh. "But if you stop pussyfooting around, I'm sure I could find it in me to..."

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A good ten minutes of chasing, swearing, and bad puns later...

"You done yet?" Gomamon jogged backwards, snickering. It was funny to see himself chase herself for a good mile.

Gatomon had pursued his body for a while now, but he was not built for speed or ground endurance. Plus even though the liquid had not wet his fur, the stink of it was not going. "Yeah." He growled with a grimace.

The feline grinned ear to ear. "Oh don't look so pissed off."

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Another fifteen minutes of more chasing, swearing and bad puns later...

Gomamon was hanging from an elm tree by one arm like a chimpanzee, swinging back and forth slowly.

"Now are we done?"

Gatomon was on the ground and unable to climb after her. "Yeah yeah..." He mumbled. Something that was once so easy now was practically impossible.

Gomamon figured the jokes, as funny as they were, were wearing thin. "Listen. Let's split up. There doesn't seem to be much in the way of overall danger. And you should probably go take a swim before the smell becomes impossible to get rid of."

The seal nodded. He really wasn't a fan of swimming, nor was he the best swimmer... at least in her original body. Right now, any water seemed very appealing. "You're right... let's meet up in... two hours at that outcropping." He pointed with one claw at the rocky cliff on the far end of the beach.

Gomamon smiled. That would put them close to sundown. "All right you search around the beach and water ways. I'll try downtown."

Soon the two of them were off. Gomamon took the high road, running along fences and tree tops for a better view. For all the jokes, she was still getting nervous: she'd rather not be stuck in Gatomon's body for the rest of her life. She jumped up onto a steel balcony and climbed higher, to have a more distant look. As she tried to, her tail whipped around again to smacking her in the cheek. Man! Gomamon tried to control it, but there were a dozen new muscles in his tail. I never knew controlling something attached to your ass was so complicated!

"Where have all the good men gone... And where are all the gods..."

The cat's ears twitched. Someone was singing. And beautifully, too. Her ears swivelled in the direction of the sound, easily pinpointing it. Huh... neat. She never knew Gatomon had this... ability. With superhuman strength and agility, it was easy to lose track of the more mundane things everyone could do.

"Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight, upon a fiery steed. Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need."

"Oh great... another musical universe..." Gomamon sighed and headed in the direction of the music. It seemed like a good as place as to start. It seemed to come from a junkyard, of all places. It was surrounded by a ten-foot fence topped with barbed wire. Child's play. She jumped it easily and landed on the dirt with hardly a sound.

"I need a hero! I'm holding out for a hero 'till the end of the night. He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast. And he's gotta be fresh from the fight."

The deep, clearly female voice was louder now. Gomamon could now clearly see who the talented singer was. A grey cat, a bit mangy but still attractive, was caterwauling on top of the wrecked husk of a sixty seven Buick.

"I need a hero! I'm holding out for a hero 'till the morning light... He's gotta be sure and it's gotta be soon ...And he's gotta be larger than life, larger than life..."

Gomamon walked down between piles of metal that caused the sound to echo across the scrap yard, almost transfixed. That voice was possibly the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. She kept walking till she stood near the biggest pile of wreckage. "Wow... just... incredible." Gomamon looked up at the grey cat doing a little twirl atop the crushed cars. Two nasty junkyard dogs looked up hungrily at the singing feline, their tongues lolling out as they growled hungrily.

"Somewhere after midnight, in my wildest fantasy ...Somewhere just beyond my reach...There's someone reaching back for me...Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat...It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet..."

Gomamon was still awe-struck. She walked forward slowly, eyes squarely focused on the crisp sounds... and right between the two dogs. Both canines stopped growling to look in surprise at the interloper. The grey cat also stopped singing and looked down in shock at the other feline.

"That is beautiful." The seal turned cat said loudly. He hadn't wanted to interrupt her till she was done.

"Uh thanks... but... Sister?" Rita looked down in disbelief at the white feline. "You're in serious trouble now, y'know that?"

"Huh?" Gomamon looked to her left and right. "Where?" She couldn't see any genuine threat..

"Man, you are stupid, even for a cat." One of the dogs growled.

"Oh right, the dogs." Gomamon smacked herself on the head lightly with her palm. "Is that a cat thing? I am supposed to act all scared, right?" She smiled at the two canines, taking a step back. "You'll have to forgive me; I am sorta new in the damsel in distress business. Mind telling me what I should do?"

"Oh... You don't do anything. You get torn to pieces." The dogs began to circle her while sharklike grins.

The cat gave a vaguely annoyed sigh. "Oh I think I can handle you..." Growling from behind alerted her: another ten or so of the huge guard dogs were joining the first two. "Geeze, how many dogs do you need for a single junkyard?"

"Shame there is only two of you..." The largest of the lot came forward, lip turned up in a deep snarl. "You'll hardly make a snack." He snorted hot air into the cat's face.

Gomamon waved a paw in front of her nose. "Ewww... Doggy breath. Well then... let me help you with a sandwich..."

KRACK!

The Doberman went flying back like a bullet and slammed into a car door, denting it at a forty five degree angle. The other mutts all stared at him, then back at the feline.

Gomamon withdrew her fist. "Knuckle's my favourite. What about you?." She smirked. Growling from all around. "Geeze it can't all be A material. I have to save the good stuff for the top-tier villains you know."

The dogs attacked as a pack, Gomamon leaping into action. She might be depowered, but even as rookie she had speed, strength and skill above mere animals. She backflipped and landed ten feet away from where the pack had lunged. "C'mon pups." The feline bared her fangs in a grin. "Show me what you've got!"

The alley cat watched as the dogs turned around, lunging at the white cat once more... She wasn't sure what to do: the one thing that she could always do was sing... and so she sang. "I need a hero, I'm holding out for a hero 'till the end of the night."

Gomamon took out the first canine to lunge at her with an uppercut. The doberman's head snapped up, knocking him flat on his back. She was then broad sided from the left. Snapping teeth closed down on her left paw. Gomamon grimaced, but the glove was thick and well padded. Even as she was held in place, another two canines lunged as one from his right. The digimon put a paw on the head of the one biting her to use him as leverage. Both of her legs shot out into a twin scissor kick to both opponents, eliciting dual squeals of pain.

"He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast and he's gotta be fresh from the fight."

Another right cross, and the biter went down in the dirt, followed up by a blow to his belly. The dog yelped and let go as the wind left him. Twin German Shepherds leapt as one, saliva flying from their maws.

"I need a hero, I'm holding out for a hero 'till the morning light."

Gomamon's paws came up like a flash, grabbing the spiked collars of both mutts and slamming their skulls together. They made a loud clonk and fell to the dirt whimpering like pups.

"He's gotta be sure and it's gotta be soon and he's gotta be larger than life."

Gomamon hardly noticed her tail whipping and smacking a Rottweiler on the side of the face before she finished him with a back fist. She grinned... that tail was handy! The leader of the pack, the huge Doberman, had recovered in time to see the white cat take out two more of his companions. He growled, and hurled himself at this feline that somehow was tearing through his pack like they were newborn pups. The beast of a dog leapt forward, saliva falling from its muzzle. The feline turned, almost in slow motion it seemed, to face him.

"I need a hero, I'm holding out for a hero 'till the end of the night..."

"Are we done?"

The huge Doberman whimpered, face down in a muddy puddle. Gomamon had a foot paw firmly pressed on his snout. She looked around the yard... the dogs that were up were quickly scurrying away with their tails between their legs. "Yes..."

"Manners are everything, you know." Gomamon took her foot off the stunned dog. "Now then, why don't you pups all go run along now. Before I get all Lorena Bobbit on ya."

The big mutt ran off to lick his wounds, followed by the few leftover members of his pack. Gomamon chuckled softly, bounding up the wrecked cars. "Never fought to a musical montage before. I liked it." She hopped up next to the singing feline.

"And I've never seen a cat fight like that." The other complimented back. "Rita."

The digimon took the paw in her own yellow glove, shaking it once. She briefly hesitated as to the name she should use. "Gomamon. And, not to be nosey, but what's a talented singer like yourself doing in a dog-infested place like this?"

"Oh." Rita looked a bit embarrassed, grabbing her tail and rubbing it a bit. "I got a whiff of catnip. I just... followed it in here and didn't really notice where I was going." She pointed down at a patch of leafy herbs growing in a patch of exposed ground.

"Catnip?" Gomamon frowned. "You went into this place for some herbs?" She sniffed the air once, catching a whiff of something... awesome. "I mean..." The digimon cat, drawn to the leafy plants by curiosity, bounded down the car hoods, bent down to pul a leaf from the ground and sniffed it.

The world started to feel... So far away. "Whoa..." Gomamon sat on her rump in the middle of the green leafy plants. She began to rotate her head slowly. "That is soooooo... cool!" She murred softly, her tail coming in front of her lap. The purple fluffy end of the long ringed snake twittered in between her legs. The cat giggled as he began to bat at it. It suddenly was the most fascinating toy she had ever seen in her life... and the most challenging! Trying to grab that furry piece of fluff was the hardest thing she had ever done. It kept moving away like a dream. "Mmmm c'mere you!"

Rita sauntered over to join her saviour. The smell of the potent herb filled her nose. "Rrrrrr..." She purred as she ran her paws thought the green leaves. "That stuff is really hitting you..." Her tail began to whip around behind her as she brought a handful of the leaves to her face and inhaled. She felt a bit of a rush too, everything becoming so much lighter. "Rrrr... that's good 'nip." She looked at her funny-looking friend's huge ears and those funny looking purple tufts sticking on the tips. She giggled a bit, watching those giant ears bounce up and down with her emerald green eyes.

The digimon feline was still playing with her tail, and probably would have continued so for hours, until she was interrupted by something back at her left ear. Gomamon's ear twitched, almost making a complete circle. "Rrrrrr..." She let out a deep purr, not even sure how she was doing it. Something warm, and rough was running over her ear. It took the feline a moment to realize that Rita was licking at it. That made her giggle loudly. "How do I taste?" She snickered madly as Rita started grooming her.

"RRoowwwrrrr..." The grey furred alley cat ran her tongue over the white ears. Rita was getting a little loopy herself. She started grooming the dirty feline instinctively, smoothing over the white fur. "Dirty, so very dirty..." She moved down the white back, holding on to Gomamon's white hips as she continued downwards.

"Rrrrr you have no idea." Gomamon snickered as she leaned forward, lying on her belly in the green patch. She put her chin in the herbs, sniffing madly. It made the digimon giggle madly, that and the fact the alley cat continued preening her, smoothing down her ruffled fur. "Oh that's good..." She purred softly, twitching madly. "Little lower..." She started to feel a bit warm... her mind a million miles away right now.

Rita was pretty high too, though she was a bit more in control. She had indulged in the potent herb more than once, so she had more tolerance to it. She soon grabbed the end of the feline's long purple ringed tail, snickering madly as she ran her tongue alongside the length of it. "Rowrrrr your tail is so long!" She grinned as she placed her tongue at the base of the tail and slowly moved it up, and up, till she reached the tuft at the end.

"Oh yeah..." Gomamon let out a long, deep purr that made her entire body vibrate. Feeling her entire body shaking like that was weird. "Keep doing that." It felt very good, a deep warmth in between her legs. Rrrrr... "That feels really good..." The transformed seal purred loudly. Gatomon's... well, her own tail was apparently an erogenous zone... She grinned and licked her lips with her rough tongue.

Rita continued to hold the tail between her paws as she lapped at it. It was kind of fun, and certainly the longest she had ever seen. "Rrrr clean yet?" She asked after a few minutes of licking.

"Errrrr I think there's a spot you missed." Gomamon yanked her tail out of the other's grip, and arched her back, pushing her rump up and spreading her legs. "Right here."

The grey cat, without a bit of shame, shoved her white muzzle into Gomamon's rumps. Cats were used to licking all over in those hard to reach places... including their own. She started with the left ass cheek. Each of her paws held on to the side of the solid mass of muscle, which right now she was completely relaxed, putty in the singer's paws. "Rrrrrr..." Save for her back, Rita could lick herself just about anywhere, so there was little to stop her doing it to Gomamon. She moved her muzzle to the right, and gave a long, hard lick across the furry taint.

Gomamon let out a deep throaty purr, her entire body arching into the lick. It left her wanting more. "Oh do it again... harder... and lower." The feline felt an odd sensation rising in her. It seemed... sort of familiar, but her drug-addled mind had trouble placing it right now.

Rita did as instructed. She placed her tongue right on the feline's soft nub of a clit and lapped up... slowly. The tongue slipped in and spread Gomamon's brand new cunt wide, furry lips parting to let the alley cat taste her insides. Rita continued her journey all too fast for Gomamon, the tongue soon leaving the warm insides and sliding across the furry crack once more. The digimon felt another twinge of pleasure as her asshole was licked, but it soon disappeared.

"That good?" Rita asked, now kneading the feline's ass with her paws. She was nowhere near as strong as Gatomon, but it still felt good having her rear played with.

Gomamon was still shuddering. It took her a moment to figure out what had just happened: she'd an orgasm. A little one, was nowhere near as powerful as the ones she had back when she had a penis. The feeling was the same, mostly, but less intense. And there wasn't that sudden exhaustion. In fact, it left her kinda of energized... and definitely wanting more. "Oh... do that again... please?" She begged

Rita arches an eyebrow, still absentmindedly playing with that rump. "Ohh..." It suddenly dawned on her. "Are you in heat Gomamon?" The feline was familiar with that deep, deep need, when her loins burned and ached to be touched. When, if a male looked at her, she'd turn around and present her ass without a second thought. Once she'd even done it with her canine companion. That had left her sore for a week: as much as her body had wanted to, it was not built to take a cock!

"Heat?" The question was so unexpected Gomamon had to take a moment to actually process it. "Oh yes... heat." She giggled when she finally realized what the other cat meant. Thinking was... hard right now. "Care to help?"

This kind of surprised Rita. When she was in heat, she craving matings, yes... but male matings. Could a female help with this base need? She had licked herself down there of course, but never for anything other than grooming. "Well... I can try." She purred as she put her muzzle back between those furry folds. Gomamon didn't smell like she was in heat, nor did she taste it, but she certainly acted like it. Rita repeated the motions from before, licking the clit and inside the labia, but lapped harder, thrusting her tongue in deep. Every now and then she would remove her muzzle from the wet folds and lap at the asshole a bit. The feline fighter seemed to like that almost as much as the vaginal stimulation.

Another little orgasm hit Gomamon... if it was even an orgasm: it was so hard to tell. It felt good and it made her entire body tingle all over, yet unlike a male one, it only left her wanting ever more. "Rrrrr... keep it up... more... please more..." The digimon wiggled her butt further, face down in the herbs. The whole ordeal reminded her of that time she fucked TK's mom... She was drunk as a skunk then too.

Rita continued to pleasure her saviour. It was certainly odd... this was the winter months and not exactly mating season, but she certainly seemed to need this... and using a female to fight the urge. What a great idea! It was dawning fast on her that this may come in handy: she could find a friend to do this... a mutually beneficial way for two girls to relieve tension without ending up with a litter of unwanted kittens. Heck, maybe she could get Runt to lick her till the need faded. Using a tongue instead of a penis, what a breakthrough!

Gomamon had yet another small orgasm, but they were growng more powerful. She could feel it in every byte of her body. "Rrrr more, more, more!" She pleaded, rubbing herself in the herbs. Her partner's rough tongue slid deep inside her vaginal folds and made her twinge and squirm in excitement. "Keep going... harder... deeper... use your finger!" The seal was giving Rita the finer instructions on her newfound carpet-eating lifestyle.

At first Rita was confused by the suggestion to use a finger, but she eventually figured it out after a moment of contemplating. A furry finger was taken and shoved deeply and roughly in the pink insides. That got a nice purr of desire from Gomamon, so she started to move it in and out, just like a cock. It made her giggle like a mad scientist... a finger instead of a penis in there! How delightfully... twisted! She was going to have to try it on herself the next time her lustful heat hit. "Rrrr you are full of ideas Gomamon..."

"Yes... stick it in nice and deep in me!" More feelings, familiar yet strangely different, were flooding her body. The furry finger slid in, was given a little twist, then pulled out. She was so close, so very close... then Rita not only licked over her asshole but stuck the tongue right inside. That set the cat off like a rocket. "RRrrrrrOwwwrrrrrr!" Gomamon's claws left gashes in the soil while a deep throaty moan of pleasure escaped her, the smell of the catnip becoming even more potent now that they were crushed into a fine mush. "Ohh gods..." The digimon was amazed: multiple orgasms as buildup and no need for that stupid horse talisman he just could not get a hold of? "Vaginas are fun..." She rumbled, turning over on her back, with crushed greenery sticking to her.

"Usually they only get you in trouble..." Rita purred as she ran her paws over Gomamon's belly. "But that was a wonderful idea..." She climbed on top of Gomamon, belly to belly. The mutual purring seemed to make the entire spot of green vibrate.

"Oh I have loads of ideas." Gomamon snickered as she hugged back tightly, licking at the alley cat's face. "And I am having another nasty one right now!" She giggled madly as the pair descended into a white and grey furball of licking, wrestling and snuggling, dooming what little was left of the catnip patch to an herby grave.

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I got the catnip idea from another talented author. Check her out at https://inkbunny.net/supersonic250 I know catnip probably doesn't hit cats this hard... but then again, Gomamon's in Gatomon's body, not used to it... and she-he is not really a true cat so maybe it affects digital felines more! Previews are given out to those who ask, and I do like talking about my stories. Contact me as [email protected] or [email protected]