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My name is Sam, a guy from the UK. I have short black hair, a slightly butch build and this day might be my last.

“RRAAAAGGHHHH!” A creature that resembled a giant red beetle roared as it dove for me.

I dove to avoid those razor sharp pincers from chopping me in half, a Digimon egg tucked under my jacket as I ran for cover.

Finding shelter behind a few rocks, I frantically pulled out my phone to try and reopen the Digital portal back to the physical world.

“Fuck, fuck! Why can’t I get the program to activate?”

All my life I had heard about Digimon, read about them, seen them in the news, but never thought I’d see one in person. And then I found, whilst exploring the Dark Web, a piece of code and steps to enter the Digital World. What I hadn’t bet on was that the means of return was different owing that my physical essence was now data.

“Why the hell did I have to play the hero and rescue you?” I grumbled, casting a glare at the egg I was holding.

When I first entered it was all bewildering and exotic, full of wonder. That was until a roar caught my attention and I had to investigate, only to witness a Gabumon trying to fend off a Kuwagamon and protect a clutch of eggs, only to be made a meal of and the eggs raided and broken.

There was one undamaged and I had to make a try for it, maybe it would hatch and bond with me?

“Come on, hatch you stupid egg!” I cried in despair.

That turned out to be a mistake.

Zoning onto my voice it landed right in front of me, dropping the egg in fright.

Stomping towards me, its pincers snapping menacingly before lunging towards the egg.

I dove in a feeble attempt to save it.

‘Shink!’

The pincer pierced through me, erupting out of my chest and impaling what I tried to protect.

“D-Dawn,” I gasp my last thought, thinking of my girlfriend, of our engagement.

And then, oblivion.

The end…?

Or

It should have been

Three months later…

‘Wh-where am I? It's all dark in here but…wait, I can see light. If I just use my hands? Wait, no hands? Then what about, n-no legs? What happened to me?’

And then a voice, I recognised that voice in an instant. Dawn, I was back home!

I started heaving against the walls of the prison I was in, something started to crack which only encouraged me to put more effort into my struggle. Another heave, and then, light!

But…why was everything so huge now?

“So I was right, it Was a real Digiegg!” A beautiful face loomed into view, startling me but as I made an attempt to run off, all I could manage was a weak hop and tumble before she scooped me up.

‘D-Dawn? It is you! I’m back but…’ I tried to communicate, but all that came out was a pitiful “Puni, puni,” sound.

“Oh my goodness, aren’t you just the cutest thing?” Dawn cuddled me into her chest, to which I surrendered.

“I don’t suppose you know what happened to Sam, do you little guy? I got a message from him, and it just said Dawn before you emerged from my phone.”

‘Yes, yes it is me. Dawn it is me, I got reborn somehow as a Digimon!’ I tried desperately to tell her, only coming out as a series of noises in the weak, baby state I was now in.

“Easy there little guy, you will wear yourself out. Maybe if we can get you to evolve you will be able to actually give word to your thoughts?” She chuckled before settling me in a little bed she had thought ahead of making.

It was essentially a cat-bed, but was more than large enough as she petted my small, squishy form.

My eyes began to close, a weariness taking over me. Just before I fell asleep to her gentle petting, I caught my reflection in her tv screen.

‘I’m…a black Punimon?’ Were my last sleepy thoughts before succumbing to sleep.

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As I slept I don’t know if I dreamed it or felt it, but in my dreams Dawn was fiddling with one of my slimy feeler-like protrusions on my head.

But after the odd sensation, the sleep was a deep one. One that felt comfy and energising at the same time. I thought I felt something powerful welling up inside of me, a glow before the darkness replaced it once again.

“Haaaahh,” I yawn, rousing from a restful sleep. “That was a good nap, I feel good and energised after that. Wait,” I said before pausing, “those are not just words in my head. I-I can talk?”

Hopping out of the cat bed, I get as close as possible to the TV, hopping up onto the stand as I peered intently.

It was hard to make out through the darkness of the room until my eyes adapted but I had definitely changed and evolved. I now had a light layer of black fur covering most of myself with a layer of white fur covering my face, highlighting I actually had a full face replete with two piercing red eyes and a mouth, and also now sporting a horn that seemed a bit too big for my form.

“Yes! Oh if only I had arms I would fistpump the air!” I cried out, bouncing around, pausing before I noticed my tone was lighter than I expected.

Shrugging it off, I looked around, trying to remember where Dawn’s room was. “Ohhh I just have so much to tell her!” I bounded happily towards her room, doing my best to avoid anything that could cause a noise or hurt my small form before managing to nudge the door open.

Snores greeted me, but it just couldn’t wait for the morning. I just had to tell her what happened!

Jumping on the bed, I pondered how to go about waking her. Up close she might hurt herself on my new horn.

Only one thing for it.

“Hey, Dawn,” I say quietly, only getting a slight murmur from her before much louder than I intended, “DAWN!”

“W-who’s there!” She cried out, watching her as she fumbled for the bat she kept in case of an emergency.

“Hey hey, sorry, I didn’t know how loud my voice was going to be. Sorry,” I say, quickly hiding my face in the folds of the covers.

“Who…?” She said before clicking the bedside light on, “you evolved so soon?”

“Yeah, I guess it was my eagerness to talk to you,” I said, regaining my composure before bouncing up and down. “Dawn it's me it's me, Sam!” I said, joy radiating in my, well, I guess core since I was now a Digimon.

“No…no you can’t be, that is impossible,” she said softly, casting her eyes down to the bed.

“I know it is hard to believe but trust me, it is me…” I trailed off before an idea came to me.

“Your favourite colour is teal blue, we got engaged to marry in the autumn as it is collectively our favourite season and we were to have a Digimon themed wedding with that being a passion of ours.

“Stop!” She just about shouted, “just…stop. You…can’t be Sam!”

“We both met in Secondary school, last summer before we broke for college and confessed our feelings for each other in the bike sheds,” I continued.

“STOP!” She actually screamed this time, halting any more evidence I had to who I was.

She hung her head, her blond hair draping over her face, head hung, taking shuddering, heaving breaths to try and calm herself.

A moment passed before I gently hopped towards her, careful of the horn I now sported and nuzzled into her leg.

“Please believe me Dawn, I…don’t know how I came to be a Digimon. The last thing I remembered was getting impaled by a Kuwagamon whilst trying to rescue an egg and then…this,” I said quietly in my soft voice.

“Impossible…” Dawn muttered before I saw her eyes open wide in realisation. “Your mind was fused with a Digiegg?”

“That is the way it looks, hard to believe as it is,” I said with a nervous laugh. “Dawn…I’m just glad I can talk with you again.”

She picked me up and scrutinised me with those blue eyes of hers. God it felt good to gaze upon her face again.

“It really is you, ya big dork. You still have that same worshipful look that makes me feel like some sort of goddess,” she clutched me gently to her body. “Oh Sam, I am so sorry. I told you we shouldn’t pry into the dark web but you had to push it.”

“I know I’m sorry. I was a fool,” I said softly as guilt washed over me. “I thought…maybe I could bring something back from the Digital World to play the centerpiece of our wedding theme.”

She looked at her phone, seeing it was only three in the morning.

“I’ll get a bit more sleep before we properly tackle this issue. You are sleeping here with me, but careful of that oversized horn of yours,” she chuckled, letting me nestle into her breasts, settling with something that sounded like a cat purr.

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Dawn’s phone alarm sounded just as the sun started to rise, stretching and yawning before turning to roll over, only for a sharp horn to jab at her belly.

“Ouch what the…” she paused.

What should have resembled a fuzzy blob with a horn was no more. “What…you evolved, again?”

“Mmh, what?” I moaned, waking up to rub at my eyes.

Wait, arms? I had arms to rub and…feet?

I look down in alarm and see that I indeed had feet. And an actual body covered in a layer of white, soft fur with black striped arms and…

“Why…do I have two bulges under my fur? My hands, they are more humanoid and my hips,” I say as the wonder leaves my voice to be replaced by shock, seeing my flared hips, something you’d see on a woman not a man before I squeeze my chest.

“I-I am a female!” I said in a shrill cry, whipping my head around to find Dawn’s mirror with the poor human just sitting there dumbfounded by the revelation.

“NO!” I scream in protest as to what confronted me.

What looked back was vaguely a dark version of Gabumon, but less of the chub and more humanoid and distinctly female. And instead of a scaled body it was instead coated in a light covering of fur.

“How?! Howhowhowhooow?!” My legs buckled and collapsed, placing my hands over my face and sobbed.

“S-Sam, it’s okay,” Dawn said as she shook off her shock and climbed out of bed in just her t-shirt and panties, bending down to wrap her arms around my four foot tall figure. “I know how it looks and…why you are a female I don’t know. We’ll figure this out,” she whispered comfortingly into one of my ears.

Giving me a minute to calm down, we tried putting our heads together.

“Right let us think, can you remember what happened before you became a Digimon? Maybe there was some sort of trigger for this change?”

“Not really something I want to think about is my death,” I muttered but sighed in resignation. “The only thing I remember is the pain and thinking of you before…”

I pause, my dark red eyes widened.

“You. I was thinking of you, how you looked when I passed away,” I gasped, whirling around to look directly at her. “I thought of how we would never get married and then…and…” I trail off, falling back down and buried my face into my hands.

Dawn struggled to understand what I was trying to say at first, until it hit her. “You were thinking of me, a woman, and it influenced how you emerged as a Digimon?” She said, hands flying to her mouth in shock.

I could only nod miserably, my strong thoughts of Dawn made me come out as this? What hope was there? What was the point in even coming back? I had no hope of marrying her as a Digimon but now there was no chance of there being anything between us as a female.

Tears began flowing from my eyes, soaking the pads on my palms, and then I felt her around me.

Wrapping her arms around my furred shoulders as she crouched low down, drawing me close into a comforting hug.

Turning around, I threw myself into her embrace, wrapping my short arms around her middle tightly, shaking and just averting my head so my horn didn’t pierce her.

After another minute had passed, I took in some deep, shuddering breaths, calming myself down before raising my head.

“I guess we can at least be friends I guess?” I said in a hiccuping laugh.

“Oh Sam, I still love you,” Dawn said, my mouth dropping before she giggled, reaching out to close it with one of her soft hands. “Your change has not altered how I feel about you, I find it a miracle that you came back. Do you know how many nights I spent crying when you never returned? I lost count! I still love you, and I must admit, I look forward to your werewolf form.”

“I, what?” I gasped, feeling the heat of my blush from underneath my fur coat, “I didn’t know you were bi Dawn!” This was certainly news to me that she even considered any sort of intimate relationship with a female.

“Well I will admit it is a side of me I have never explored, but…well I do feel something when I look at the likes of Angewomon and Rosemon so…”

This time it was her turn to blush.

“Hehe, hehehehe,” I laughed at the absurdity of the situation, “so my Dawn likes big, strong women huh? Whoah!” I gasp as she suddenly lifts me up.

“Hey, you are not really in a situation to be smart right now you know?” She said, raising me to her face before I gave a cheeky lick across her nose.

“Heh oh you’re so cute now,” she said, pressing her head into my small belly, “your fur is so soft and warm.”

Placing my hands on her head, a warmth began to spread through me, the feeling of her head pressing against my fur covered breasts had a strangely erotic feeling to it

“My, is this turning my little Gabu on huh?” Dawn said softly into my ear, the force of my blush I swear shone through the fur, gasping as she gently swung me onto her bed.

All I could do was moan, these new sensations overwhelming my senses, so different to when I was a male, feeling her nuzzle the dense fur to my skin, kissing me, feeling her warm breath.

My heart started to pound in my chest, she was edging further down my body, a warmth blossoming below. Was she going to?

“RAAAAWRRRR!” A sudden roar outside interrupted the moment.

“What was that?!” Dawn cried before we shared a knowing gaze.

It was common knowledge that a Digimon in the human world opened up a rift to which they could escape through. And like magnets they sought others out to battle.

Quickly flipping through her news feeds, Dawn saw a live feed of a nightmare monstrosity making its way through the outskirts of the city.

‘In breaking news a Digimon has been sighted inside the United Kingdom, who knows what havoc a monster of this scale will reap on such a small island country?’

“N-no…” Dawn dropped her phone onto the floor, letting me get a good view of what the commotion was about.

“Shit…it had to be a SkullGreymon didn’t it?” I cursed.

Something began to pulse through my body, it felt like a calling, something that was raising the tempo the way the adrenaline of a challenge got the pulse going.

Whipping towards the window, I threw it open, readying myself to jump out, only for Dawn to drag me back.

“Sam no!” he cried out, holding me to her. “I just got you back, I will not lose you again!” She cried, only for me to wriggle free.

“I don’t plan on dying again Dawn. But if I don’t do something, that thing will destroy everything in sight! We both know how devastating Digimon can be. And since I brought it to us, it is up to me to defeat it!”

Setting a foot on the sill I readied myself to leap out down the rooftops.

“Sam you don’t stand a chance, you will be killed!” She cried out, tears forming in her eyes and clutched a hand over her heart.

“Then give me strength Dawn! We are connected in a way no other Digimon is, so lend me your strength and love!” I growled out before jumping out the window.

“Sam…” Dawn whispered, seeing me fly towards a creature out of nightmares, a creature that looked to be a museum exhibition come to life mixed with organic matter and a fleshy missile on its back.

Racing towards the Ultimate level Digimon, I opened my muzzle wide, trying to summon the attack forth. Only nothing happened. “Uh…” I stammered, those glowing, green eyes suddenly rounding on me and swatting like one would a fly, sending me flying across the street.

To my surprise, someone caught me mid-flight.

“D-Dawn?” I gasped, tilting my head to look up at her.

“I’m here to fight alongside you Sam,” she said in a less than convincing show of bravado, having quickly dressed in her cut jeans and crop top.

I could feel her shiver against me, the fear emitting from Dawn. From my girlfriend.

My form began to glow white.

“H-huh?” Dawn stammered, suddenly feeling herself rising up on top of something warm, large and fluffy.

“BlackGarurumon,” I growled, bearing my fangs. “Hold on tight Dawn!” I growled, leaping up on top of a house. “Hey bozo, over here!” I cried out, my voice now having a deeper, more sonorous quality to it.

“Huh?” The monstrosity grunted, seeing me, a Champion level Digimon before opening my maw. “Foxfire!” I cried out, an intense wave of heat billowing out to wash over the skeletal abomination, roaring out in pain.

“Did we get him?” Dawn asked, shielding her face from the heat and glare.

SkullGreymon erupted out of the flames in the way a living nightmare would, letting loose a deafening roar as his organic missile primed itself.

“Sam, we have to move somewhere out in the open! If he fires that, hundreds will die!” Dawn cried out, gasping as I set into motion having already thought of that possibility.

I zigzagged between buildings, all of them too compact for him to get a true lock on us, making our way to the outskirts.

“You stay here, he’s not after you and you will die if you stick with me!” I explain, pausing to tip her off of me.

“No, if you die, take me with you, I won’t be able to stand losing you twice!” Dawn gripped my fur tightly in one hand as tears threatened to spill.

“I’m sorry Dawn…” I trail off before taking flight, whipping the fur out from her hand and towards open fields.

“Hey, I’m over here you brute!” I howl into the air to make sure he hadn’t lost me and was menacing a defenceless human.

Snarling, he whipped his head my way, green eyes zoning in on me as his missile readied.

“Dark Shot!” He cried out as it launched.

I ran as fast and far as I could, hearing the deadly missile before seeing it.

‘Goodbye again Dawn, I’m glad I could see you one more time,’ I thought sadly before a blinding light engulfed me from the explosion.

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“Sam!” Dawn cried out as she was buffeted by the explosion, her blond hair billowing behind her before beholding the smoking, charred landscape left by the terrifying attack.

Sprinting out of the city, her blue eyes widened at the prone form.

“No…” she stumbled before catching herself, only falling once she reached the charred, still form of the garurumon.

“Sam you bastard. I told you not to die again, I can’t take losing you another time. I wanted to go with you because without you I don’t want to live! I had to make peace with your death and now you are dying on me again!”

Tears started flowing from her eyes, spattering onto the blackened fur. “You are not going to leave me again, you hear me?! Get up Sam! Your sacrifice means nothing if that Digimon lays waste to everything so get up! Get up, get up, GET UP!!” She screamed, beating her fists against her side before collapsing over the form in a fit of tears, crying and shaking as she clutched at the fur.

‘Unnh, that voice…Dawn? I…I’m…’

“Sorry,” I choked the last word out as I stirred, weakly raising my head to her.

“S-Sam…” She choked back another sob, covering her mouth. “You…stupid bastard. You could have died,” she rebuked me but her smile spoke volumes of how relieved she was to see me alive.

“I know…I didn’t know what else to do. As a Champion I can’t beat him so I tried to at least lead his attack away,” I coughed, weakly struggling to my feet, well guess paws now, and gazed back towards the city where people were evacuating and the monstrosity was laying waste with its size and strength alone.

“Only we can do anything about it, so get your sorry paws in gear and let us tackle this thing. Together!” She added when she saw my muzzle open, ready to object.

“No two ways about this, we beat this thing or go down fighting,” she said, climbing on top of me.

Somehow, her presence renewed my energy, strength returning to my limbs as I hunched my rear legs and sprang off.

“Do you think we have any chance at all?” I shouted as we raced towards the Digimon rampaging through the city. People were abandoning their cars running and screaming in terror.

“I don’t know, but we are about to find out!” Dawn shouted as it turned on us, seeming to sense our presence in the middle of demolishing the spire of a church.

Sighting us, it hurled the pointed tip of the building at us. “Ice wall!” I cried out, emitting a chilling vapour that rebounded the building back to sender, spearing through a ribcage in a roar of anger. Tearing the lodged building out of its ones, it crushed the remains in a huge hand before charging towards us.

“Foxfire!” I cried out as more flames spilled forth from my muzzle to envelope him in red hot flames, the intensity of the flames rising as I expanded energy to prolong the attack to increasingly deafening roars of agony.

Blindly swiping in rage, its skeletal fingers came within an inch of catching me, forcing me to break off the attack.

Jumping towards the roof of a building that was still standing, I launched myself, maw open wide to bite down on his tail.

“I get you are a dog now but really?!” Dawn cried as she clung on for dear life onto my fur, the Ultimate level Digimon roaring and thrashing its tail to dislodge our grip.

“I just improvised, I’m trying!” I growled around before the tip of the tail snapped off with a crunch, sending us flying off before flipping and landing.

“Are you okay Dawn?” I panted with my legs quivering.

“If you don’t count my stomach…” she groaned.

Before we had even a chance to catch our breaths, the nightmarish Digimon was already upon us, leaping to one side to avoid a swipe from its boney fingers.

“Sam!” Dawn cried as she lost her grip and went tumbling across the concrete.

Skidding to a halt I looked on in horror as she struggled to get up, the SkullGreymon sighted her and brought up a colossal foot to stomp her life out.

“NO!” I howled, pouring the speed on. I needed to be stronger, I needed to protect her.

And that was when my form started glowing once more.

“WereGarurumon!” I cried as I burst out of my evolution, delivering a kick to the foot coming down, knocking it off balance before scooping Dawn up.

A powerful leap put a good bit of distance as I deposited her a safe distance. “You rest here Dawn. I have a nightmare to put down,” I growled with her just offering a soft moan in her state.

“Hey, you oversized museum exhibition. What’s a dog's favourite thing to chew?” I taunted him.

For once, I saw a concern in that green, soulless gaze of his as it seemed to hesitate. “Bad move,” I growled before leaping into the air. “Full Moon Kick!” I cried, flipping to drop a heel-kick right to its head, causing the Digimon to stagger under the blow and roar in outrage.

Swatting at me, I rebounded off a building and delivered a double kick to its knee, shattering the bone as it keeled over with a roar of anguish.

“Time to finish this!” I bunched up at the knee, springing high into the air and crossing my arms in front, feeling the power well up inside before striking them outward. “Shadow Claw!” I cry out as eight deadly blades of energy sliced into the Digimon.

A deafening roar bellowed from the SkullGreymon as it dissolved into data, dispersing back into the digital world to be reborn as new data.

Landing with a slight stagger, I felt my form starting to give out, the energy I had consumed during that final move proving too much of a toll.

“I just have to…hold on a little longer,” I grunt, finding Dawn having passed out before grabbing her, making our way back to her house.

My form just began to give out as I placed her on the bed, my shrinking form sliding beside her to join in a restful sleep as a Gabumon once more.

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The sound of clattering, of sizzling and the smell of cooking woke me up.

“Nnh, how long was I out?” I mumble, rubbing my eyes before looking my hands over, and then my body. “Right, back to this form huh?”

I shudder at the sensation of feeling so weak again. Or at least compared to the other two forms I had before looking out of the window. By the looks of the setting sun I must have been out for at least ten hours.

A growl from my stomach told me I had better eat something soon or risk devolving back into a form with no hands!

Making my way towards the kitchen, I could smell Dawn cooking up my favourite meal, “Heh you always knew my tastes Dawn,” I say with a yawn as she fried sausages and boiled potatoes to mash.

“Oh, the hero awakens!” Dawn said with a playful bow to me. “I will be honest I was afraid you wouldn’t wake up with how whacked you seemed after the battle. So I figured if anything would wake you up it would be bangers and mash.”

A smile ran my muzzle, that was Dawn, even back when I was a human she was always thinking of me.

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Dawn was just polishing off her first and only serving whilst I polished off a second helping.

“Where the heck does it all go in that little body of yours now? It certainly didn’t affect your appetite at all,” Dawn giggled as I licked the plate clean. “Don’t think we even need to clean your dish now.”

A silence settled, an awkward one.

I had to say it, and I suspected she knew what I had to say.

“No,” Dawn said as I opened my mouth.

I sighed, this was going to be hard, on both of us.

“Dawn…as long as I am here the digital rift will remain open. I need to go back to the Digital World,” I say, putting as much emphasis behind my voice as I could.

“NO!” Dawn shouted, slamming her hands on the table causing the plates to clatter. “You belong here, with me, in the human world. You never asked to be turned into a Digimon and you are still the same old Sam inside.” Dawn said, her eyes shimmering as she fought back the tears.

A lump had settled in my throat, but…I couldn’t let her sway me. I couldn’t put her life and others in danger just so I could stay here in the human world.

Reaching out across the table I grasped her hands in mine, careful of the sharp claws.

“Dawn, I need to go. It isn’t just selfish of me to stay here, it is wrong and putting more lives in danger.”

Dawn hung her head, tears falling onto her lap.

Leaning forward, I pressed my forehead to her own. “I’m sorry Dawn.”

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Dawn refused to see me off, said she couldn’t stand it a second time.

I wandered around in the dead of night feeling numb, doing my best to sense the rift that would lead me to the Digital World.

It was akin to a tugging sensation which I numbly followed, just feeling like I was on autopilot.

I had managed to nab a smelly old bit of cloth I wore as a shawl, blocking most of my form from view should I run into anyone, when my trudging feet brought me into the market at the heart of the city.

“Shit…I guess this is about as bad a spot as any for a rift. One moment people are eating, next minute they are the main course of a hungry Digimon,” I say darkly to myself, spying a type of shimmering off to one side.

“I suppose this is the gate, it is probably because I forced one open when I was human that it opened in the first place.”

Reaching out to open the rift, a voice cried out behind me.

“Sam, I’m going with you!”

Whirling around, my dark red eyes widened in dismay to see Dawn standing there, decked out in full clothing and a backpack with a stubborn look about her.

“Dawn you can’t you’ll be killed in there!” I growl, clutching my head in dismay at her stubbornness.

“It doesn’t matter. I will go with you and we will find a way to restore you back to being a human!” She said, stepping towards me.

This had to end.

“Petit Fire!” I cried out, aiming a blast that came within inches of her, halting Dawn in her tracks.

“Dawn no! You. Will. Stay. HERE!” I bellowed the last bit, clapping my hands to my muzzle.

That was sure to rouse a few sleepy heads nearby.

“You will die if you come with me. Please Dawn, don’t sacrifice your life because of my foolishness,” I say before opening the rift. “Please Dawn, move on with your life,” I say, pausing before plunging into the digital rift.

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Emerging back into the jungle I had originally died in my human form, I gave a deep sigh, scanning around for any hostiles.

“I guess that is that then…be safe Dawn, and I hope you move on,” I said, almost welcoming the prospect of a Digimon finishing me off at the moment.

I took a laden step to try and find some relative shelter. And then…arms around me.

“I don’t care what you say…I have no one left,” Dawn’s voice sobbed behind me. “My mum died, my father skipped the country. I have friends, yes but they are not you Sam…”

A deep, shuddering sigh shook my form before laying a hand gently on hers around me.

“Fine…welcome to the Digital World Dawn. From here on in, I will be your guardian.”

“Get out of here you colossal fossil!” I growled at a Triceramon, landing a swift kick across its head, snapping a horn with a satisfying crunch.

“Roaaaar!” The triceratops Digimon roared in anguish, fixing me with a glare that I returned.

“Don’t make me erase you, just back off and let me pick some fruit, okay?” I met its gaze with my own, flexing my short clawed hands and readied myself for a fight, my lithe, muscled form tensing up in preparation.

To my relief it decided I wasn’t worth tangling with, stomping off back through the trees whilst keeping me in its sights.

“The things I do for us huh Dawn?” I say towards a large cluster of plants, a beautiful, blond haired young lady emerging from the bush.

“Yeah, but I have a strong protector to keep me safe,” she flashed me one of her smiles before wrapping her arms around a strong forearm. “Honestly, I’m jealous and wish I could help more.”

“Heh, you can show your appreciation later tonight,” I chuckled and lifted her onto my shoulders with a gasp, followed by a light giggle, feeling those slender arms wrap around my neck, pressing her body into my dark furred form.

In my BlackWeregarurmon form, or as we now called it ShadowGarurumon since it seemed more apt, I was about double her size.

We had experimented a few times with this form, and to start with I nearly hurt her as I got used to controlling this new strength. But tonight…

“Oh my, this is a turn of speed. Is my Gabu excited about what is in store tonight huh?”

“S-shush you!” I say, my fluster showing as I try to slow down but a slight tremble ran through, betraying how I really felt as both anticipation and trepidation ran through me.

“I’m looking forward to it too,” she whispered in my ear, making me whine like a puppy, nearly missing my footing and stumbled to a gentle jog.

“Quit it you otherwise the only thing you will be nursing is broken bones,” I say in a half serious tone.

“Yes mama,” Dawn giggled and held onto me, her love radiating through to my core.

It only gave me more energy instead of exhausting my form, approaching a cave we had commandeered from a Monzemon.

When Dawn travelled with me to the Digital World she had the foresight to bring a few essentials. A lot of it was clothing for her that we washed in a nearby stream, but she also had the foresight to bring a box of matches for a fire, some blankets and a small pan to cook on a makeshift stove.

I argued I could just make fire from my muzzle but she insisted that she wanted to help care for me where she could.

“Here we are, home sweet home,” I say, lifting the wooden beam blocking the door before swinging it open and allowing her to slide down before rebarring it from the other side.

Luckily when I was human I was training to be a carpenter so had fashioned a rough, large wooden door and a crude means of keeping it shut. It wasn’t perfect but it deterred all but the most stubborn. In which case I would evolve and see them off.

Dawn had always been a whizz in the kitchen, and after some careful experimentation we had found some fruit in abundant supply to forage and a type of large, bitter, edible leaf that on its own, wasn’t very palatable. But by the time Dawn finished working her magic with turning the fruit into paste and some seasoning she had brought with her, it was a feast fit for any but the most picky as she set about preparing the freshly picked food.

Turning back to my smaller, weaker black Gabumon form I could hear that her box of matches rattle with a more hollow tone.

“Here, you should save those for an actual emergency,” I said, breathing blames onto the wood pile.

“I guess you have a point,” Dawn sighed in mock exasperation, one hand on her hips before ruffling my head, setting my right foot lightly thumping the floor.

“Mmfh, stop doing that,” I grumbled. I hated acting like a love-sick puppy at her touch but my body just couldn’t help itself.

“Oh? You mean these?” She smiled and with both hands, began to rub both sides of my furred face, setting my little reptilian tail off.

Unlike a regular Gabumon, I had a soft cover of white fur on my front, extending to my reptilian tail giving my female form a softer, more pleasing look and appearance as well as serving to hide my small chest.

“Maybe I should also start playing with these since we found out how sensitive they are, hmm?” Dawn teased, her hands gently teasing against my still new female anatomy.

A moan escaped my muzzle at the sensation, shivering at the feeling with the nipples hardening in response.

“St-stop, shouldn’t we be focussing on f-food right now?” I moaned. My acute sense of smell could pick up her own scent as she teased me.

“Party pooper,” Dawn said in mock annoyance, “but you do have a point. We’ll need our energy, especially you tonight,” she winked suggestively at me.

The teasing implication was enough for my folds to moisten in arousal, the thought of going all at it tonight was something that had my heart fluttering. I was still hesitant to fully explore my new female nature, but what I had experienced had me wondering in nervous anticipation.

“Here, before you make a mess of the floor,” Dawn chuckled, throwing me a bundle of leaves I nearly dropped in surprise.

I looked down and shuddered, seeing my crotch soaked in arousal and dripping onto the floor before using a broad leaf to wipe myself as clean as I could before fixing her with a glare.

“I’m sorry, I keep forgetting how sensitive and new this still is to you,” Dawn said apologetically, bending down to hold me to her body.

“I just find it a little degrading that I can’t fully control these…sensations yet,” I moan softly into her ear before smelling her own moistened panties.

“Well…seeing how aroused you are it was hard not to feel likewise,” Dawn mumbled before I gave her a playful lick-kiss on the nose, causing her to giggle. “Oh you. And for the record, unlike males we do not have a penis to help with the flow, so you just have to get used to it. Least all you have to worry about is getting messy fur. I have to wash my clothes in the lake each time.”

“Or you could just go around naked? I would have no complaints on that,” I teased back, this time it was Dawn’s turn to be flustered, clearing her throat.

“I should get back to the cooking,” she said rather quickly, putting more focus than was needed into stirring the fruit paste.

As we ate our food, I noticed Dawn was starting to shiver in the cool of our cave home.

Looking down I debated what I could do before nodding to myself. A brief burst of light announced I had Digivolved into my Garurumon state.

“Gabu, what are you…?” Dawn trailed off as I wrapped my dense, furred form around her in a cocoon of white and black and white fur.

“You dork, aren’t you supposed to be saving that energy for later?” Dawn lightly teased me before receiving a large, warm, canine tongue over her face. “Ptooie, dog spittle!” She said in a gentle rib.

“But you looove me,” I chuckle and gently nuzzle into her cleavage, eliciting a gasp from her.

“S-Sam, I’m trying to finish my food. Unlike you I have to chew my food!” She moaned, but didn’t seem to protest much when my form flashed again to evolve into my Were form. This form wearing a short combat top that did little to hide my G-cup breasts. A good size on most women but on my form, nearly twice as large as a regular human, they looked small.

When I started to explore them I was originally disappointed til Dawn pointed out how they would get in the way during a fight and suited me.

“Well, you seemed distracted and I could smell you a mile away with your arousal,”I smirk, handling her flung over one shoulder with a powerful hand before throwing a few more logs onto the burning fire to keep the cave warm and gently flop onto a pile of blankets she had brought with her, rolling so she was on top of my muscular form.

“Oh you-you barbarian. I am not some damsel to be handled like some ogre kidnapping the village maid!” She said, playfully beating her little fists on my abs.

“Haha you’re right, you are a delicate flower to be handled and treated so,” I say also in mock apology, gently cupping her buttocks to push her up my body before leaning in to gently brush my muzzle against her human lips.

It was still an awkward motion but I was growing used to it as she lightly trailed kisses over my furred muzzle and very slowly so she didn’t choke, I slid my large, wolf tongue into her mouth.

I heard her moan softly around my invading appendage, her body shivered slightly as a trickle of arousal ran down her leg.

I pulled my tongue out from her mouth and chuckled, “My little Dawn has been feeling naughty huh? Not wearing any panties today?”

“I…knew it would be pointless. I would only soak them in anticipation of this moment, when we would both fully explore your body and gender together,” Dawn moaned, her face flushed as drop after messy drop of arousal fell onto my large, fur covered form.

“Well, given how wet you are and already minus your panties,” I tease before using my large muzzle to gently lift Dawn’s top off and over her head, the muzzle I sported a good bit slimmer and more shapely than the male variant’s, letting Dawn take her own bra off to leave her small, pert breasts.

She suddenly crossed her arms over her body to hide her B-cups and looked down, her blond hair falling to one side.

“Dawn?” I asked, gently tilting her head up with a finger to look at me.

“Sorry…I just feel so small and insignificant to you now. Look at you! You have a body to die for whereas me…” she trailed off with a downcast expression.

“Hey, your body is perfect in my eyes. If your breasts were any larger they wouldn’t look right on you. I always said you had the body of a model, that doesn’t always mean you have to have the largest chest of any woman,” I said in my own husky, feminine voice.

“Speaking of, not fair that I’m the only one topless,” Dawn said with her tongue out in a playful blep.

Sliding off my body, I watched as she tugged my own top off, a dark crop top that matched the combat camo shorts that came with this form. Though instead of green they were black with a dark purple flower motif where the skull would otherwise be.

Reaching a large hand to help her, she slapped it away.

“No, it spoils the play if you help me,” she pouted before tugging my top off, leaving a leather harness covering my ample breasts as the top fell on top of her form.

“Heh it's a pity my clothing vanishes as soon as I De-Digivolve, otherwise you could just use it as a blanket,” I smile, plucking it off of her form.

“It's okay, to be honest you make a far better warmer than any blanket,” Dawn said, my face fur blushing at the playful, impish smile on her face before a whine escaped, feeling her trail kisses over the exposed breast flesh spilling out from the bra.

With deliberate slowness, she unfastened the harness, this was with some struggle given she could pretty much wear it as a top, letting gravity pull it from my form to the floor.

“D-Dawn,” I moaned, just the feeling of the fabric sliding over my nipples had me whimpering in arousal. Since coming to the Digital World we had only touched on my breasts in this form, the knowledge that this was me was still too new to play much with. That was why Dawn was taking the reins to help me better come to terms to this form.

“Shh, let me care for you. You have been such a good guardian to me, so now let me help take care of you Sam,” Dawn’s beautiful tone held a husky tone that had me already squirming in anticipation and also anxiety.

Crawling back up my body, she gently rubbed at my firm yet supple breast flesh, her hands sinking into my pillows. It was so hard to believe this was me now, and that these sensations alone had me moaning and growling, rolling up into her eagerly.

“You act like you have already done this before,” I moaned out, my tongue starting to poke between my partially open muzzle in a warm panting manner. A warmth was starting to blossom at my core, spreading to my nethers.

“Well…I said I was curious and may have looked a few videos up in my free time,” Dawn blushed.

Upon hearing me chuckle, she growled playfully at me. “Okay I was going to take it slow, but just for that missy,” she said before with only a little hesitation, latched onto my large, dark nipple and suckled.

The action and sensation took me by complete surprise, the warmth became an inferno as her small, warm, wet mouth worked around the large flesh. The warmth blossoming became an inferno as a moan escaped my muzzle.

“D-Dawn, mercy, mercy!” I moaned out but she just relentlessly suckled, her other arm stretching out to rub my other nipple, her hand wrapping around and squeezing, working me into a hot, wet mess.

Against my own will my tongue spilled fully out, panting heatedly as she worked at me.

A warmth could be felt on my body and realised with a start that she was leaking a torrent of her own juices into my fur. This was turning her on as much as it was me.

“Come here,” I moaned, taking her by surprise as I reached out and grabbed her, turning her over on me.

“Huh?” Dawn moaned, looking at me like she was waking up from a dream before I smirked. Pressing my snout against her lovely rear, I pushed my tongue out to run under her, trailing and completely covering her labia, tasting her juices on my canine tongue.

“Haah, n-not fair, you have a huge advantage over me!” Dawn moaned, but she didn’t pull back. In fact I felt her press more eagerly into my tongue.

“You can’t talk, working me up like that when this is all new to me,” I spoke to her, my tone coming as a breathy growl, panting heatedly.

I was struggling to keep control of myself, her taste was starting to stoke a desire to ravish and claim her. But I had to get a grip otherwise I would only end up hurting her.

As though sensing my hesitation, I felt her slide down me, taking her mouth away from my nipple and that tantalising pussy away from my muzzle

“Wh-why stop?” I can’t help but whine like a lovesick puppy.

“I felt you were losing yourself, just let me take care of you, okay Sam? I can take care of my own needs,” Dawn purred, her delicate voice causing my own womanly folds to clench and leak more arousal.

“Look at your poor, soaked shorts. Best to take them off I think,” her sultry, teasing tone only made me desire her more.

‘No, no don’t let that side take hold you can’t, you won’t…you Hunger!’ my mind raced, losing grip on my self restraint as she slid my shorts down before finding her delicate hands on my own large clawed hands, gently squeezing them.

“Breathe Sam, you are you, let that take front and centre stage, not the Digimon side,” Dawn spoke softly, helping to calm my racing heart, my manic thoughts lulling into a calmer, more tamed state.

“I’m not sure we sh-should carry on with this,” I whimper, shaking as alien sensations ran through me.

I was starting to get scared I’d hurt her in exploring this new side if this kept up.

“No Sam, I have faith in you. Don’t fight these sensations, embrace them. Open yourself up to how you feel and just let them flow instead of trying to fight it,” Dawn said in a calm but authoritative tone. “I know you can keep control, Sam.”

I took in a few deep breaths, trying to orientate my brain. She was right, as always. I was so busy trying to pay attention to how I was feeling, of how different it felt that instead of enjoying it I was getting overwhelmed, giving the Digimon inside room to take control and work me up into a frenzy.

Opening my red eyes, I stared down at Dawn, her hand resting on my hip, waiting for me to collect myself for her to go further.

Swallowing nervously, I gave her a shaky nod that I was ready, though I wasn’t that sure. Was I really ready to have someone pleasure me through my new lady parts?

“Relax Sam, relax. I’ll take care of you,” I heard Dawn croon, sliding my pants off, revealing a pair of black, spot soaked panties that she messily pulled off.

“Oh my goodness,” I heard Dawn gasp before lifting my head to peer at her, seeing her nose buried in my wet panties.

“D-Dawn, really?” I blushed hard, the fact that those were on me was more than I could take emotionally but the fact she was burying her face to sniff my spot soaked garments made me feel like de-digivolving to a point I had no gender.

Pausing, Dawn dropped my panties and fixed me with a questioning look.

“Dawn…this is just moving so fast. I still find it hard to accept that this is me, that this is…now my body.” I groan, placing my muzzle into my large hands in shame.

Gently pulling at a large, muscled forearm, Dawn lowered a hand so I could gaze into her beautiful face.

“I get it Sam, but I fear if we don’t tackle this head-on together you will never accept it. You could end up doing yourself more harm. If you want to stop I can’t force you, but I feel we should go full steam ahead with this exploration of your body.”

“Dawn…” I sigh in resignation. Damnit. She was right, again! If I run away I will always be running from who I am.

“Fine, but please be gentle. Just because I’m large and strong enough to tow a truck doesn’t mean you treat me like one.”

“Don’t you worry, I’ll treat you like a delicate princess,” Dawn teased, audibly groaning as I rolled my eyes. “Trust me, you’ll love it,” she reassured me.

She slid back down to where she had left off, but she didn’t proceed, instead, she laid a delicate hand on my thigh and looked at me, waiting for me to signal.

Swallowing, I took in a deep breath, steadying myself before nodding to her.

What came next blew my mind.

I felt her breath on my crotch, spreading my vulva. A whimper escaped as I tried to backpedal, only to receive a gentle smack on the side of my thigh. With a soft growl I gripped my hands, willing myself to stay in place. I felt her gently press a finger into my dripping vulva, going slowly, carefully with every touch and movement sensitive, a whine sounding in my throat and found to my dismay that I was starting to roll my hips into her touch.

“See, just let yourself feel good in it,” Dawn moaned before gently inserting a second finger before touching something that sent a lightning bolt of pleasure shooting up my spine.

“Awoooo!” I howled, squirting a jet of juice that covered Dawn’s face.

“Damn, you are a sensitive girl huh?” Dawn said in a light, husky tone.

“What…was that?” I panted, trembling with pleasure from that one touch, feeling both shame and an eagerness to go on war within me.

“That my dear Sam is what they call a clitoris. It's kind of like your penis only much smaller with the nerves more concentrated for stimulation.

“P-please. More,” I moaned, shaking and giving in to my body's primal call, just wanting Dawn to touch me more, an eagerness to suddenly experience more.

“With pleasure my dear Sam,” Dawn chuckled, my face flushing in a blush before howling and whimpering as she touched it again, gently rubbing the clit.

I growled and whimpered, trying to control my body so I didn’t rake her with my claws but it was damn difficult.

And when she withdrew, I arched my head, about to ask why she had stopped, only to lurch back, just about cracking my skull on the floor as her mouth replaced her hand, gently suckling the clit, her fingers gently invading my soaking labia. I could feel her breath over my soft inner lips, her warm mouth and soft lips around my clit.

Her face was becoming more and more drenched as I lost myself to the pleasure, groaning and whining like a puppy. My breathing grew more ragged and laboured, I felt like I would pass out from the sensation before she thrust her fingers deep within me and gently nibbled my clit.

“AWOOOOOO!” I howled my lungs out, crying and whimpering as wave after wave of my juices sprayed, soaking Dawn in my tangy offerings. I was losing control, my legs were taking on a mind of their own as they clamped around her head. I wanted her head against my soaked groin, feeling that tongue going deep to eat me out. And to my own delight she got the hint, allowing herself to be drawn in, face meshed against my vulva and driving me borderline feral as she ate me out, her tongue swirling around and raking against the walls.

I heard the fabric of the covers I was laying on tear and rip with my claws, I didn’t care. I was lost in an entirely new world of pleasure, one I never knew existed until just now before with a whimper, I flopped spreadeagled on the shredded covers.

“D-damn, you sure are a productive girl aren’t you Sam?” Damn gasped, her face dripping with fluid, flowing down her skin and over and between her breasts.

I looked down at Dawn, her face dripping from my own fluids. An irresistible urge took a hold before I could think of the action.

Grabbing Dawn I pulled her tight to me, an eep of worry that she had driven me feral escaping before, with a cheeky canine grin, I covered her in licks, clearing her face of my juices before my long canine tongue dove into her small cleavage, a ticklish giggle from Dawn graced my ears as I finished cleaning her.

With a contented sigh, I laid down, pillowing Dawn on top of my breasts and watched her rise with every deep breath I took.

“How did it feel, Sam?” Dawn asked in a breathy tone of voice.

I had to pause, trying to evaluate such a foreign feeling. “Just wonderful Dawn,” I breathed out before adding, “and may I say my juices taste exquisite straight off your body?”

I barked in laughter as I saw Dawn blush the hardest I had ever seen.