Digital Toys
#1 of Digimon
The first of two parts of a story made from my "Wheel of Lewdness" random story maker. Originally written in Markdown using "Nocs" for the iPad.
Story under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs Digimon, Renamon and WarGreymon © Namco-Bandai Skeen and Sear © TeraDyne Ezeri under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike
"Thank you. Have a nice day."
A young adult arctic fox walked out of an automatic door with a pair of packages. His name was Skeen, and he had just had his twenty-first birthday party a few hours ago, and immediately went out to spend his gift money. His hobby was collecting Digimon cards and figures, but today was the yearly "Spring Cleaning" sale at the Scar-And-Blade Hobby Store. He had to fight his way past several Zoids and Gundam fans, some wearing homemade costumes in celebration of the event, but he did manage to find what he wanted.
He finally made his way back to the brand new brick "house" that his parents had moved into their back yard for him. It looked like a small two-story home, but in reality it was more like an apartment--only a living room, kitchen, and wash room on the first floor, and a bedroom on the second attic-like tier. As soon as he entered through the heavy front door, he could see his brother in the kitchen, sifting through the meagerly-stocked fridge.
The brother was more of a half-brother, as he was half corn snake. Standing at six feet tall--just half a foot above Skeen--he was slender with almost all snake features across his scaly body, from his rope-like tail to his spade-shaped head. One think he lacked, though, was Skeen's well-defined muscle structure. He was a year senior to the vulpine, but was also vey lazy.
"Hey Sear! Don't bother looking for the cola. We ran out last night." Skeen told him, his deep voice giving off a joking tone that matched the smirk spread across his muzzle. "Your turn to buy, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah." Sear hissed, his raspy voice unable to hide a chuckle. "Looking for my water bottle. You seen it?"
The fox sat the two large boxes he was carrying down onto their kitchen table. "You're not going out, are you? I kinda had something for us." He tore away the paper that kept the boxes sealed, revealing a pair of brand new "Digimon Play" suits, one WarGreymon and the other Renamon. "Remember the new Digi VR game? The one where you're supposed to be the Digimon? I got us lifetime passes for the unrated servers!"
Sear's eyes went wide as he immediately snatched up the box with the Renamon suit. "By the gods... You even got me Rena? Dude! If you weren't my bro, I'd kiss you right now! Dude, we've gotta try these things out."
"Tonight, Sear." He replied, laughing. "Gotta wait till the servers go live. 'Sides, I thought you were going somewhere."
Sear turned back around, spotting the green sports bottle in a nearby cabinet and grabbing it. "Nah. Need it to mix this new medicine. Exp-peri-mental stuff, 'cording to the docta, but it supposed to help me get my breath back."
The fox winced turning around to look out a window so his brother couldn't see his face. Sear had a supposedly terminal illness in his brain and lungs, the latter sometimes robbing him of his breath. Skeen hated it even more that the disease was completely incurable--or so they say--but was avoidable, too. Sear's father didn't believe in modern medicine, even when his own son's life was in danger. He was only able to escape his father's grasp when the man died of an infection that went too far.
"I hope so. I'd rather not hafta breathe for ya." He couldn't help but chuckle. "You'd probably like it too much." His started mimicking his brother's voice. "_Oh Skeen! Do it again!" He suddenly felt a whip across his backside, courtesy of Sear's tail.
"Keep it up, bro, and I'll hafta whip ya back into shape." Sear said as he gulped down what looked to be a pink liquid. "'Sides, it'd be you who'd love it a bit too much. Now, if you'll 'scuse me, I gotta get that soda."
Skeen looked up from the WarGreymon box to see the serpent walking out the front door. "Hey! Wait fur me!"
By the time night rolled around, the two had been enjoying their day with several rounds of the Digimon card game. Skeen had won most of them, but Sear never seemed too far behind. The fox finally got a text message on his phone that the servers were going live, so the two went up to their shared bedroom with packages in hand. Both were naked as they pulled the suits out of their boxes piece by piece.
"Pretty." Sear said, looking at his Renamon suit. The base was of the yellow-and-white fox's main body, sans the head and made out of a slick latex. Being a part of the "unrated" servers, it also had what looked like a hollow fox dildo sticking out of a sheath, as well as a vent in the rear for the wearer's own tailhole. This particular suit came with not only the usual ringed sleeves of the character, but also a pair of matching leg warmers, both latex as well. The head was very detailed, with working eyes and eyelids, a usable mouth, and ears that let sound through.
He gazed back at his brother's bed, which was full of the more complex WarGreymon suit. It was also latex, with the base body of a muscular humanoid dragon sans tail. It had thick feet and hands, and a rather large hollow dildo of it's own. The head was just as detailed as the Renamon's, with sharp-looking teeth and all. Scattered elsewhere were the armor parts: the Dramon Buster claw gauntlets, shin guards, belt and torso guards, body armor, shoulder pauldrons, and helmet. "You gonna need help getting that stuff on, bro?"
"Might when I get the the armor." Skeen replied, picking up the back of the bodysuit and opening it up. "Come on. They already have it lined with protective lube."
The serpent picked up his own Renamon bodysuit and unzipped the back. First were his legs, which slid in quite easily, and then his tail. The arms were a little trickier, as the three-finger hands meant he had be giving a constant Vulcan salute. However, when he got them on, he noticed that the head was actually next to wear. He picked it up, but saw none of the usual electronics that VR gear had. He shrugged, then pulled the latex head over his own. It fit perfectly... Too perfectly. As soon as he let go of it, his suit began to close around the neck, and then sealing itself completely to his body.
Skeen watched from his bed, smiling as the suit closed on Sear, leaving no seams whatsoever. He then saw his brother pass out onto his bed, falling face-first across it with his rump in the air. "Sorry, bro. It was they only way I could do it." He finished putting on his own bodysuit and head, tail wrapped around his body. As soon as he let go of the neck of his mask, it sealed to the suit just like his brother's. He felt the sickening schlorp of the seal against his back, though somehow managed to keep himself conscious.
Soon, his feet and legs went numb, though he was smiling as they did. He knew all too well what was happening to him and his brother. The suits weren't VR suits at all. They were Digiform suits, purchased from a small shop that specialized in nanotech transformational items. The numbness was his own flesh being painlessly deconstructed, only to be replaced by thick rubber latex. The soon-to-be WarGreymon moved his new steel armor to the foot of his bed, then lied back onto his thick pillows to enjoy the warm emptiness that the change brought him.
When the warmness hit his groin, he let out a low groan of pleasure. His balls and cock went numb soon after, but when he reached down to touch the dildo mounted in his suit, he realized that not only was he able to feel every bit of it, but that it had changed shape. It was much larger, more fitting for his new body's size, and has a pointed tip. He shivered as he ran his hand down it, finding a pair of thick ridges along it's length. "Oh gods... This is gonna be so great." His voice had already began to turn gruff and deep, more like the WarGreymon he watched in the television show.
He finally found himself unable to breathe as the transformation engulfed his chest and arms, finally moving through his head in seconds. It toon a few moments to shake the vertigo that came with it, but he had readied himself for months. Even the normally painful transition to the new body didn't affect him.
With a soft squeaking sound, the dragon slowly pushed himself upright, blinking his new eyes a few times. He felt larger, but it was almost like nothing had happened from his mind's point of view. Skeen was still out cold, though. "Damn. He'll be out for a while. Might as well suit up and tell mom and dad it's over."
It was a few hours before the newly changed Sear awakened. He rubbed his head a bit as he gave a sharp yawn, the squeaking of latex against latex quickly snapping his mind back to reality. With a bit of experimentation, the fox found that everything felt natural within the "suit", as if his body didn't exist, and then he remembered what had happened before. Being just as big a fan of Digimon as his brother, he knew of the transformational costumes. "Skeen? Where are you? We need to talk!" He called out, his voice much more feminine and filled with worry.
"I'm right here." Skeen said, sitting on the stairs to the lower level. His Dramon Busters were propped up against the wall, and his helmet was in his lap.
"Dude! W... Why? Why'd you do this? You know these things are permanent!" He stood up and walked to the stairs, the soft creaking of his warmers and sleeves announcing every step. He was also dressed in a pair of rather loose jeans and a "Broken Heart" t-shirt, which helped to deaden each sound.
"I did it to save you..." The WarGreymon admitted, sounding rather depressed. "You had five months. Mom and dad didn't want us to know, but I found out. I knew how much I was getting for my birthday, so I put in the order ahead of time. I didn't wanna lose you... It's the only thing I could think of."
Sear sat down next to him, giving a soft sigh. "And you? I know you sure as heck weren't dying."
Skeen turned to look at his brother, a soft-but-uneasy smile showing across his snout. "Figured if you had to go through it, I ottah follow ya. You know, so you wouldn't feel lonely and start crying."
The fox felt his jaw drop. His brother had just changed their lives forever, and dropped a sarcastic joke in the middle of a serious situation. All he could do was sit there in silence for a while, trying to wrap his head around everything.
"Sear..." Skeen took his brothers muzzle against the side of his hand so they could look eye to eye. "I kinda have to come clean about somethin'. Remember when you said I might be the one who enjoyed breathing for ya? Well..." He stopped, moving closer to the fox's lips, then taking them against his own in a deep but short kiss, being careful about their slight size difference. "You were kinda right?"
Sear's eyes were wide, shocked at the action his brother had just taken. "Wha... Skeen? Are you saying you love me? As in love me?" Skeen nodded softly, reaching behind him and gripping his shoulder. "Well... I never thought about it, but seeing as we're like this... I guess it wouldn't hurt to give ya a shot. Just don't start using it to your advantage when I beat you at card games." He laid his head against the larger dragon's chest, and in his mind, he had to admit that he enjoyed the feeling.
"You got it." Skeen smiled, moving his arm down to wrap around the thin body of his new Renamon lover. "Come on. Let's get out and clear our heads."
Sear laughed. "Don't forget those big claws of yours. Never know when you might have ta protect your little Rena princess."