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The couple of days after we saw the two ultimates in the park were fairly quiet. I heard all about the Deva that Takato and Henry took down and then things went silent. What had me worried was Raia's behavior though. She'd been acting somewhat timid after the encounter and I'd figured it had to do with both of the ultimates being forms of Devimon, like the IceDevimon that had taken her down before. I tried not to push her on it, just paid her more attention than usual around the house, which was easy due to the lack of activity. I gave her hugs and kisses more often than usual and just tried to keep her happy.

One morning, maybe three days after Takato and Henry got back, Renamon had already woken up and was off doing things, I'm not sure what. Raia, though, was twitching and whispering in her sleep. She looked troubled and didn't wake up from me moving around in bed. I shook her gently, trying to wake her, succeeding after quite a bit of effort.

“Hey, Raia, come on." I said as I finally roused her. Her eyes snapped open and tears began to roll. Her vision darted around before landing on me, at which point her arms sprung around me and she pulled close to me. She sobbed into my shoulder and I stroked her back, worried as all hell. She wasn't one for nightmares, and this seemed like too much of a coincidence with the recent incident. I stroked her back and one of her ears softly.

“Shhh." I said gently. “What's wrong?" I whispered quietly, as if speaking normal would hurt her somehow. She muttered something, although I wasn't sure if it was a reply or not. I asked the question several minutes later, earning a new response.

She leaned back, holding me by the shoulders and staring into my eyes. “Am I yours?" She asked, her voice so questioning it was almost painful. Did she doubt me?

“Yes, yes of course." I said, not fully understanding. Her eyes took on a look of relief and she kissed me, as passionate as she ever had. The kiss was brief and she returned to my embrace, her fur wet from the tears, but no more forming. Step in the right direction, I suppose.

After some time, I stood with her and led her to the kitchen, making a simple breakfast to get something on her stomach. She ate slowly, much more so than usual, and I sat, watching her and thinking. I wanted her tell me what had happened to cause all of this, but then again I didn't want to push her and have it rear up and get her crying again. I sighed inwardly.

“Sorry." She said, still eating as she broke me from my thoughts. Her voice was slightly hoarse from sobbing, but she seemed to have stabilized emotionally. “You must be confused."

I sighed, aloud this time. “What happened?" I asked. “Was it a nightmare?" I only wished that if it was, it was nothing like my own prior to her return.

She nodded her head. “I was…" She paused, collecting herself, and I could tell she was holding back tears. “Being beaten." At that, I stood up and moved my chair at the kitchen table next to hers, sitting and placing an arm around her as her head came to rest on my shoulder.

“Shh. Go slowly." I said. “Who was hurting you?"

“Demon."

“A demon?" I said, almost to myself. “And he was hitting you?"

She nodded, and took a deep breath. “He was… raping me." My eyes shot wide open and my jaw hung loose.

“What!?" I nearly exclaimed, barely able to hold it to a speaking volume.

She began sobbing again. Damn it. Now my mind went into overdrive. Is her dream like mine? Will it come true? Has it already? My mind ran to the day she came home beaten and bruised, just before she was killed. I knew it would be painful, but I had to ask.

“Raia, what happened the day you came home all cut up?" I asked, tentative. Just as she was about to answer, the digivices went off.

She paused, looked to where the beeping digivices were, and looked back to me. “We need to go, the others will need help." I groaned, knowing she was using this as a way out of talking about this. Well, if she doesn't want to talk about it yet, it can wait.

“Will you be able to fight?" She nodded, slowly regaining her composure. Around this time, Renamon arrived.

“Two." Was all she said.

“Two Devas?" She nodded. “Damn, let's get moving."

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We arrived to find Gargomon getting trampled by Pajiramon with Henry and Takato fumbling through as many cards as they could scan. I sighed.

“Renamon, Raia, distract Vajramon." They bounded off toward the laughing ox deva when was enjoying the little show. Henry finally listened to Takato and scanned the blue card, and moments later his fear for Gargomon's life triggered the matrix through Calumon.

Rapidmon put on his little show and took out Pajiramon, with Vajramon escaping, as expected.

Henry and Takato looked at Raia strangely and I realized they'd not seen her new color.

“You guys like the color change?" I said, wrapping an arm around Raia. She smiled softly, probably enjoying the attention of the two messing with her new slick and silver fur. Renamon had walked away from us and appeared deep in thought, looking where Vajramon had disappeared at.

I called Renamon back and prepared to go home. Raia complied, probably happy this encounter was short. Renamon, however, didn't.

“I want to track him." She said. It seemed odd to me, but perhaps she felt bad that we got there late. “You and her go home, I'll contact you mentally if I find him." I simply nodded and returned home with Raia.

Later that night, Renamon came home, looking frustrated, and crawled into bed, falling asleep quickly. I sighed, hoping she didn't stress herself too much over this, she didn't need to worry about it.

The next day she was gone before I woke up and wasn't home all day. I was getting pretty worried when I saw the digivices going off. I collected both digivices and my deck and got Raia, who was pretty stirred up, just like she normally got during bio-emergences. As she took me to the digital field, I hoped this was a sign of her return to normalcy, and maybe a revelation of her past by me.

We arrived to find the others watching Vajramon talk to Renamon. It was the normal scene but I wondered, if she was hunting him, why was she talking to him? I could only hope she was still going for information, but doubt kept picking at me.

I stood calmly, watching her talk to him.

“This Digimon Sovereign you keep telling me about, I've never heard of him, who is he?" She asked.

Vajramon was looking at her strangely, making me really begin to question what was going on here. “Digimon were created by humans, but now we have surpassed them all. It's fitting that we have a digimon master, who unlike humans, will never desert us."

“But humans have not deserted us." She replied, but she was half-hearted. She looked to the ground, seeming to get upset.

Vajramon's voice began to boom, his digital supremacist attitude flaring up. “Surely you're not talking about those puny children who treat you like pets, a role that hardly befits magnificent creatures such as ourselves!? We were made to rule this world and the humans, and with the guidance of our master we will soon take over what is rightfully ours! This will usher in a golden age where digimon will reign supreme."

Calumon hopped down the steps while the other tamers did the peanut gallery routine. After a short exchange, Calumon might as well have been a red cape, because Vajramon seemed intent on trampling him. I gripped Raia's digivice and digivolved her, ready for her to go in if necessary.

Calumon tripped and Takato sent in Guilmon, digivolving him to Growlmon along the way. He collided with Vajramon, going toe-to-toe with him, actually looking capable of taking him down, until he was flipped over Vajramon, smacking into the wall. Gargomon, recently digivolved, rushed in now. He was dispatched just as quickly, and Renamon launched a diamond storm at his back to distract him. I took Renamon's digivice and digivolved her as well, and sent Raia in to assist.

“Huh?" He half-grunted. “Two of you now? And both digivolved? You would be excellent servants of our master, rather than that human you wish to follow."

“Not a master!" Raia called out, launching a dragon wheel at him. “We are equals!"

“So beautiful, yet so lost." He said to Raia. She looked back to me and seemed unsurprised by the pissed off look on my face.

“Takato, Henry, don't worry, I've got this one. Just stay back and let me handle it." I stared down the ox, my contempt for him building the more I thought about what he'd been saying. He was laying down compliments on not one, but two of the girls I care about? No dice. “You know, Vajramon, you really shouldn't compliment the ladies when you have no balls to back it up." His head snapped to me and a sly grin crept across my face.

“What in the Sovereigns' name are you talking about?" He said, suppressing rage and failing.

“Well, you are the ox deva, right?" I said, my grin growing to show teeth as I spoke. “Oxen are castrated. You can say what you want, but I think women prefer men with balls." I made a bouncing motion with my hand, getting the point across crystal clear.

He flared his nostrils and snorted, preparing to charge at me. I pulled a card, any card I could, and looked at it, hoping I'd get lucky. A flash of blue caught my vision and it would've taken a Glasgow grin to be larger than mine. I slashed the card in one of the digivices, I didn't look to see which, just as he began to rush forward. Despite the imminent danger, Calumon was standing nearby and his Zero Unit began to glow.

Raia stripped down, her form shifting to that of a large human and her body regained texture quickly after. Her Taomon form was similar to her others, her fur silver as well as most of her clothing.

“Thousand Spells!" She called out, showering Vajramon with scrolls, each glowing a bright red.

He turned to her, his rage for me forgotten. “Our master would not be pleased, you look so human. Why would you digivolve to resemble such weak, insignificant creatures?"

“No matter my appearance," She said, “I can still kick your ass and your Sovereign's!" She jumped high in the air, drawing her brush and painting a Talisman of Light in the air.

He stared her down, perhaps seeing his defeat in the works, and decided to finally come off his high horse. “You may delete me, but you will never destroy the Sovereigns. It would take five armies to defeat them." The talisman formed on him and he was quickly deleted.

Raia degraded and walked to me, pulling me close. “So protective." It was a short embrace though, when I saw Renamon was nowhere to be seen.

“Crap. Guys, sorry I have to leave so quick again, but Renamon's gone again." I looked to Raia and she quickly brought me home. I heard violent smacks coming from the back of the house and went to look. “Raia, find somewhere you can stay for a little while, I have a feeling this might break bad, and I don't want you caught in it." She nodded, darting out the door and I walked through the back door to find Renamon beating the living shit out of her target practice tree.

“What the hell are you doing?" I asked, standing in the doorway, my arms crossed. “Why'd you run out on the fight? And just what was going on with Vajramon?" She stopped hitting the tree, her arms falling limp to her sides.

She shot me a nasty look and said two simple words. “Fuck you."

I eyed her, briefly wondering if she was leaving it a verbal assault or if I was actually in danger. Hardly.

“What? Have I pissed you off some?" I asked sarcastically. I sighed, knowing a toxic attitude would get me nowhere. “Listen, let's go inside, no need for the neighbors to hear." I walked to the bedroom, waiting for her to come, which she eventually did.

“Do you even care about my feelings? You don't even look at me, but I feel like I can't even say anything without seeming like a whiner."

“I'm sorry, Renamon, really, but you need to tell me these things, not save them up like this. I mean, look at Raia, sure she might seem like kind of a crybaby to you, always venting emotions, good or bad, but that's healthy. You can't keep that shit bottled. Hell, I used to have a problem with it, but I'm better off now." She eyed me scornfully.

“You've still been spending much more time with her."

“Well," I said, wandering about the room, my eyes never coming back to Renamon “Take the other morning for example. She was crying! Hell, I had to take care of her!"

“Is that what it takes!?" Renamon cried out, snapping my view back to her. Her eyes had misted up and she was about to burst. “Do I have to cry!? Will that make you love me!? Will that make you care!?" She was full blown now, crying, her eyes already getting red. I stood, taking the torrent of verbal beatings she was going to throw out. “You took me in! I was unloved and you were going to care about me! Love me! I was scared, but I never showed it! Then she came back, and I had my doubts, but you said it would work, you said you could do it. I trusted you, and you give me this… this shit!? No! I may have lost one tamer, but I'm not afraid to lose another because he's selfish! I just want someone to care!" She slowly collapsed, crumpling to the floor, and I walked to her, tried to comfort her, but she hit me. She smacked me in the chest, I'm lucky she didn't break a rib.

“I do care." I said softly. “I wouldn't lie to you. I love you both so much, but I can't bear to see this happen. I hate myself for all of this mess. It's my fault and I know it." I got close and pulled her into an embrace, fighting her struggles until she finally gave up and melted into me, sobbing hard on my shoulder.

“I miss her." She said softly.

“I know you do."

“I cared about her, genuinely, and she abandoned me, left me for no one to love." Her voice was getting rough from the heavy sobs and tears had already soaked two thick lines beneath her eyes. “She never cared. I was a tool to her. Data, that's all. Everything I did was to try to make her happy, and she left me like I was a piece of trash." I held her tight, kissing her gently on the head.

“Whether you believe it or not," I whispered to her. “You mean something to me. You're strong. You're stronger than me at most times. But you know what? When you aren't strong, that's when I'm here. You can hold the weight of the world, but when you need me, I'll not only share the load, I'll take it entirely, and all the while, I'll help you back up and be right behind you when you're ready again." She held me tight, nuzzling her head into me. I sat and stroked her head for a while before she pulled away and looked me in the eyes. She kissed me, gently at first, then adding pressure until she was kissing me full force. Soon she broke away again and looked me in the eyes.

“I want you." She said, her voice full of pain and need. “I want you and no one else." I nodded, feeling her hand drift down on me. She needed someone to make her feel wanted, loved. Everyone does, really, and I saw my failings clearly over the past few days. If this would comfort her and even partially make up for my shortcomings as a tamer and lover, I would do it, not that I wouldn't want to anyways.

“We'll take this slow." I said. “I want to be able to enjoy every moment with you." I wouldn't take advantage, she would lead me where she needed me; that was what was right. This would be my act of redemption.

I placed a hand on her back and led her to the bed, using my hand to slowly lay her down. I smiled warmly and kneeled at the edge of the bed, her knees on either side of me. She looked down her body at me and I met her gaze. Her eyes looked fragile, as if any little thing would break her. I knew that slow was the name of the game here, so I started simply by placing my hands on her outer thighs. I slowly moved them up to her hips, trying to let her get used to my touch. At her hips, I let my fingers reach down and brush at the sides of her backside, gently pressing into the soft, round cushion that was there. I began to migrate my hands back down her thighs, transitioning to the top and towards the insides, then back up towards her most intimate area. My hands rested at the joints of her thighs to her hips and my thumbs rested on her pelvic mound. My eyes met hers briefly, and the expectant, anxious look told me to keep going.

I leaned in close and low, my head sitting right between her thighs, and stuck out my tongue. I'd never done this before, so I hoped it would be a learning experience. I pressed my tongue, narrowed to a needlepoint, to the base of her slit, letting it dip into her a bit, and ran it all the way up. From there, I gave her clit a wide, soft lap from my tongue, causing a visible shudder from her. She looked surprised, as if this were completely new. Interesting. Seems like she hasn't explored herself before.

I grinned inwardly and ran a finger down her slit and slowly pushed it in at the base, letting it curl up and drag along the ceiling of her. She moaned and I grinned, pushing a little deeper and doing the same thing over and over. Just so she wouldn't get bored, I continued to lap at her clit, sometimes my tongue wide and flat, other times narrowed down to apply pressure, but gentle all the while. She seemed to like it though, her paws working on her own breasts and her tongue sort of lolling out of the side of her mouth. I couldn't see her eyes though, because her head was pressed back into the bed.

“You like this?" I asked, “First time doing it."

“Uhhhh…" was that came from her open mouth. Apparently so. I hadn't been lying, it was my first try, but that's not to say I had no clue what I was doing. I'd done some research, out of boredom and a partial-perfectionist urge.

I withdrew my fingers and heard a noise of disapproval. “Calm down." I said. “You'll like this, I think." I placed my head back to her heat and pushed my tongue in, trying anything and everything to see what worked. On the side, I used my hands to spread her legs and brush along her inner thighs. She resumed moaning pretty quick, so I guess I was right.

After a little bit, I withdrew again and looked down at her. She was a bit of a mess, honestly. I think I may have left her not knowing which was up. “You want me now?" I asked. She looked up at me and her tongue still hung out of her mouth. She nodded and I smiled. I dropped my jeans and took her thighs, one in each hand, pressed them together and pointed them skyward, exposing her slit between them. Her knees bent away from each other, causing her calves to rest on my shoulders. Hope this works as well as I've heard.

I slid myself into her, already hard from being so close to all the action before, pushing slowly and watching her face intently. I kept going slowly and then I saw her expression change to one of shock and pleasure. Nailed it. I pushed an inch farther, then dragged back slowly. I'd just hit a particular erogenous zone I'd heard about, that this position made it easier to reach, and Renamon seemed to like it, just a little bit. I started with a slow pace, dragging back over the spot even slower. It took me a few strokes of watching her to get “sighted in", I guess you could say, knowing where in my stroke the spot was, but once I did, I positively tortured her with it. I varied my technique between brushing it lightly, pressuring it as best I could, and letting friction take over. To any casual listener outside the room, it would've sounded like a goddamn murder.

I knew I'd done well when she wailed particularly loud once and clenched on my length in a familiar way. I smiled and waited for her to come down. When she did, she looked up at me and smiled.

“That was…" She struggled to find a word, but I found five.

“Not the end of it." I pushed back in and kept going. The beauty of this spot was that it didn't hurt after it was used, meaning I could keep her cumming as long as I wanted. I kept going and she called out all sorts of things, “oh god"s and grunts and moans of all sorts. I took her legs in one arm and reached around them with the other to get at her clit. I flicked it, pressed down on it, did basically anything my hand could think of, and the extra effort paid off quickly when she finished around the same time as me. I shot into her and she clenched down on me a second time. I slid out slowly, pulled up my jeans, and crawled onto the bed next to her.

She clung tight to me and stared into my eyes, her nose brushing against mine. “I love you." She said.

I smiled and kissed her. “I love you too." I wrapped my huge arms around her and used my size to try to enhance the comfort of the embrace. “I'll never stop caring, even if you do." She took on a somewhat sheepish look.

“I'm sorry, I hate to act so weak."

“It's natural, and you're hardly weak. Everyone needs attention, and I wasn't giving enough of it. I'm the one who should be sorry."

She snuggled up to me and didn't reply, just as well I suppose, I didn't want to argue about who should be sorry.

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I woke up next to Renamon; I guess I'd fallen asleep. I thought back upon the previous night and realized I hadn't gotten Raia to come back. Worse yet, I'd told her to hide, but I had no clue where she'd gone. I thought to her over the mental link, but I got no response, at least at first. After a moment, a thought stream began to flow through into my mind.

A world swirled into existence, first a pixelated monochrome, then clarity and color came. Raia was being backed up to a wall by a figure and a long arm was pressed to her chest, and despite her resistance, he had her pinned. It took me no time at all to realize this was a re-occurrence of her nightmare. I wondered who the figure was as I felt myself unable to move, but the harder I looked at the figure, the more of a black blur her became. I heard a sort of cackling laugh and he pressed himself to Raia. I wanted to rush at him and tackle him away from her, but I couldn't force myself to move, as if I were constricted by chains.

My eyes shot fully open when I heard her scream. Goddamn it, he's hurting her! I thrashed and thrashed in my own mind, trying to fight the restraints, but to no avail.

“Mmm, you're mine now." The figure said, his voice shifting in tone, making it impossible to place. Then he licked the side of her face. The son of a bitch licked her!

“Raia! Goddamn it no!" I screamed, watching tears burst from her eyes. She looked at me, right then, directly at me, leaving a confused look on her pained face. She can hear me? She can hear me!

“Raia!" I screeched, trying to make myself undeniably noticeable. “Raia! I'm here, it's a dream!" She stared directly at me, the tears soaking her fur making me feel as if I were betraying her by not doing more. “Wake the hell up! You have to wake up!" Her eyes opened wide with revelation and I was quickly booted back to my mind with Renamon tending to me.

I was on the floor, probably due to me not being able to stand when I wasn't technically conscious, and Renamon was kneeling next to me.

“We need to find Raia. She fell asleep somewhere and just had a nightmare." I said.

“This is what I was talking about, she has the slightest problem and you have to run to her side." Renamon said with a snort of derision.

I glared at her. “A nightmare of her being raped." I said, grabbing Renamon's attention quickly. “What's more, when I was in there, I could feel a presence similar to the one in the dream I had, and that means someone's in her head." Renamon nodded, remembering the night I'd woken up screaming.

“Alright, I'll try to track her." She pulled to my feet and led me outside. Soon enough she had a scent. “We need to hurry, there are others there."

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We got to Raia to find her running from the SkullSatamon and NeoDevimon from before. A growl formed in my throat as I pulled out Renamon's digivice and a random card, hoping it would be blue. To my surprise, it wasn't. In fact, it was a pure white card, which shone just like the blue cards. I questioned whether to scan it, but the sight of Raia being cornered by the two ultimates made me desperate enough.

The card scanned through and its shine transferred to the digivice, which shone brightly, along with Raia's, which I pulled out. The two digivices gained an attractive force and collided, despite my attempts to keep them apart. The result was Raia's digivice with a complex ice blue tribal pattern inlaid on it. I noticed that it had two card ports, one on each side, and realized it was a dual digivice. I pulled another card and this one came up blue. Here we go! I slid the card through the right port, and looked up to see Raia become Taomon. Her gaze shot to me and I did a quick two-finger salute, the blue card perched between them, then scanned it again on the left, causing Renamon to digivolve.

“Give me a ride, we gotta get in there!" I said, feeling myself lifted and placed on her shoulder. As we rushed to Raia, I noticed she was holding her own well enough to survive till we could help. I dug through my deck and found the card I'd been aching to use. I struck it down the right, giving Raia quite the edge.

“Gungnir, heavenly spear!" I called out as the weapon materialized in her hands. The two demons tried to back away, but we had gotten too close. They ran and Raia did the only thing she could, throwing the spear to strike the SkullSatamon in the back. NeoDevimon appeared to hesitate a moment, then yanked out the spear and picked up SkullSatamon, continuing to run.

“Well, looks like those two won't be bothering us." I said, walking to Raia. “Hell, I digivolved Taomon here and she didn't even get to fight! In all seriousness, are you alright?" She nodded as she degraded. Renamon, now rookie once again, walked to her and hugged her.

“I'm sorry." She said, in a display that confused both myself and Raia. “All along, I've been thinking of you as a whiner, or a baby. You aren't. You are just like your tamer, a fighter." Renamon glanced back to me and I re-examined the digivice.

“So that's it…"

“What the hell?" Raia asked. I looked at her queerly, not used to her cursing.

“There was a white card, I scanned it, and this happened." I said. “It must be because you two actually halfway like each other now. Go figure." I pocketed the digivice and smiled as we returned home.

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This hall really does suck. How do kings and the like spend so much time just sitting here, doing nothing? He thought, his pondering disrupted as a voice echoed through the hall.

“They…they're too strong."

“Nonsense!" He said, annoyance entering his tone. “Even with the other, you should be able to handle them easily!"

“Not when they can become," a cough interrupted a second voice. “Ultimates. Or when they can use modifications," a second cough, “that shouldn't exist!"

“Ultimates? You're sure?" he questioned, knowing the snag this would create in his plan. If they had reached ultimate level, not just her but the other as well, he would have to do this himself. He even briefly pondered the use of his most powerful form, before banishing the thought. No, it won't come to that.

“Yes sir." The voices chirped.

“Very well," He said standing and walking to them. “You are of no more use to me then." He used one arm to crush the skull of the uninjured and looked down at the second.

“Sir, please!" the poor creature cried before being devoured by a simple attack.

“Useless pawns." He said, sighing as he returned to the comfortable chair. “Now I'm going to have to mail-order a new set of minions."