Disclaimer/Warning: Just in case ya needed another reminder, this story has sexual content in it that is unsuitable for those under the age of 18 (or 21 depending on where you live). Oh, and call off the lawyers because I don’t own Digimon and I’m not making money off of it. Lemons and plots belong to the Crimson though. Now without further ado, the feature presentation…
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All in a Day’s Work by Crimson Fox
As the cool air fills with noise of drivers trying force their way from street to street, a view focuses on a digimon walking down the street near a grocery store. At a glance, she has the appearance of a fox morph, her golden yellow fur inviting and soft. The vixen carries her load of purchased food in a large paper bag, humming a cheery tune while walking. Creamy white fur covers her supple rack and thin belly, the wind brushing against the thick coat. Sapphire colored eyes look ahead as she grips her groceries tightly in her purple gloved paw, the gauntlets engraved with the symbol of yin yang. A cheery grin is upon her muzzle as she sees the white glow of the walk sign and crosses with the crowd, the Renamon at ease. Indeed, things seemed pleasant for the sexy vixen as she drew closer to her home, passing by a dreary alley on the way. In an abrupt instant though, she stopped with a twitch of her white tipped tail, a bad feeling crossing her mind. Little did she know how right she was. A pair of ebony clothed arms shot out of the alley, one over her muzzle so that she could not call for help. The twin limbs were quick to drag the vixen in to the shady depths, unnoticed by the commuters who were distracted by their schedules among other things.
Her attacker greets her with a wicked grin, chilling her blood to the core. Through the shade of the alley, the vixen’s blue eyes watered in fear upon feeling the three crimson eyes stare at her with pure malice, the rest of his body garbed in dark attire like a motorcycle bandit. Further she was dragged out of view, the Beezlemon quick to lose any heat along his way down the rank passages. The sound of groceries dropping echoes through the alley. Using every ounce of strength, Renamon struggled against his fierce grip, but despite her efforts can do nothing against her captor. Beezlemon’s strong muscles ensured that there was no escape for his victim. The viral digimon snickered to himself while slinking deeper into the dark slums of the city, crack dealers and drug users littering the filthy, forgotten streets. Graffiti lines the walls and a rancid stench fills the Renamon’s senses, sickening like the fear she felt towards the demon lord forcing her away. The virus has no fear though, the demonic digimon’s strength and threatening guns ensuring he always gets what he wants. A tear falls down the fox’s cheek, the innocent girl only able to imagine what the ebony digimon had planned.
Amidst the tenements in disrepair, Beezlemon spies his safe haven for himself and his minions, a former housing complex guarded by a pair of DemiDevimon. They were quick to flutter out of the way of their master, the sounds of their batwings greeting the motorcycle bandit, who threw the door open without noticing his doormen. The inside did not look much better than the front, tiles broken, shattered glass from boarded windows, and the smell of alcohol and smoke dominant in the room. Light in the room was dim, only a few shreds of daylight poking through the planks in the unkempt base of Beezlemon. “Ah, home sweet home! Here baby, let me give you the grand tour.” he chortled as Renamon protested, her cries muffled still by his mighty hands.
Passing through the haphazard and grimy lobby, the Renamon found herself in an even darker room, the pungent odor of addictive substances replaced by a musky aroma. Another drop of sorrow left her watering eyes once the truth was realized. Her furry body fell to what seemed to be a bed, though it was little more than a ratty mattress with a feather pillow. Before she could even move an inch towards escape, the Beezlemon held her down, forcing her body against the makeshift bed. His cold words filled her ears again, sending shivers down her spine. “So my little bitch, do you have a name or should I just call you a slut.”
Though the golden kitsune was unable to leave the grasp of the superior leveled demon, her muzzle was now free, allowing her to whimper. “None of your business, you beast.”
It seemed the viral digimon was already to finish the formalities, the sounds of a belt being loosened and pants falling to the ground following her whine. Renamon could only quiver at the thought of what was going to happen to her. The demon gave a toothy grin at the thought of the sin he was about to commit. He climbed atop her furry body and hissed in her ear, “Oooh, I like my whores spicy. Now be a good little fuck or I’ll shut that mouth of yours for good.”
To emphasize his point, Beezlemon traced one of his sharp claws along the vixen’s neck, making sure it was enough for her to feel the deadly edge, but not enough to cause bleeding. At once, the innocent fox only froze in fear at the thought of what has going to occur, her fur standing on end. She could only wish for a miracle. Meanwhile, Beezlemon fixated on the digital kitsune’s ass, perfectly shaped pair of buttocks. He brushed her flurry tail to the side and drew in closer to her folds with an evil glint in his blood colored eyes. His sickly white prick was a good twelve inches long, filled with his noxious blood as Renamon anticipated the worst from the demon. Her blood ran cold as she froze, knowing she could not escape his grasp and teleporting wouldn’t help since Beezlemon would be pulled along as well. In short, there was no way out for the innocent vixen, her tears falling to the floor. The sickening thought of the demon’s hard member piercing her folds plagued the Renamon’s thoughts, the dirty humiliation all she could fixate on. Before he could do such a thing though, Beezlemon said one last thing. “You should be honored, I don’t take just any slut off the……”
Renamon’s ears twitched when the mega digimon’s words cut off, only interrupted by what sounded like a slice of the wind. Beezlemon gasped for a second before he felt his body break back into corrupt data. For his crimes, the demon would be sent to damnation in the digital world, a fitting end for such a fiend. The fierce grip and weight holding the vixen down vanished upon the deletion of the virus creature, her freedom restored. Her heart leapt with joy, the Renamon’s deepest gratitude sure to go towards her savior. She leapt off of the sleazy digimon’s bed and looked towards the opposite direction to see another fox looking back at her, a male to be exact. He was no Renamon though he appeared similar, his muscular frame and red fur differing from the sexy vixen. The weapon in his black gloved paw used to delete the demon, a rapier, vanished into flames from his white paw. With a serious look upon his muzzle, he walked towards the grateful vixen. His striking green eyes met her blue orbs while he spoke in a deep, alluring voice. “Did he touch you?”
Tears of joy ran down the sides of her golden fur, joy circulating throughout her body. Quickly she moved to the fellow kitsune and hugged him tight out of appreciation. “No, he didn’t. Thank you so much, I thought for sure I was going to be raped.”
She held the mysterious digimon closer, which unknown to her was starting to develop a slight blush under his crimson fur. “Heh heh, all in a day’s work.”
Cracking a smile, the vixen let go after taking a good look at the crimson colored digimon. “So can I get the name of my hero?”
“Zorromon, bounty hunter at your service. I was trying to find some leads on a thief and instead I saw that guy trying to carry you away.”
“Thanks again, I’m Renamon, though everyone calls me Monica. Pleased to meet you.” Just like her smile, the vixen’s words were sweet and innocent, though there was still a sense of maturity within.
“Same here. Um, since I’m not really busy can I escort you out of this place, a cute girl like you could get in trouble around here.”
The vixen giggled a little at the handsome fox, deciding to tease him a little. “Well, I think I can manage by myself…”
Zorromon sighed with the conclusion that she wasn’t interested until he was then caught off guard by her continued speech. “But I guess we could have some lunch.”
At once, the data class digimon perked up, the digital reynard eager about getting to know the sexy, young kitsune who essentially said yes to his offer. “Great, I know a nice place, my treat.”
(“Good thing too, I spent all that money on those lost groceries.”) thought Monica before taking the paw Zorromon extended towards her. “Lead the way, Zorro.”
In
an instant they were teleported via kitsune magic away from that dirty slum in
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After a quick blink, Monica found herself now outside a quaint, little café. She beamed at her vulpine rescuer upon letting go of his paw, taking a sigh of relief amidst the normal bustling of the metropolis. Indeed, the area about was far more redeeming with cleaner air and far less trash about, not to mention the lack of graffiti adorning the brick and mortar walls. Monica took one last look at the blue skies before entering with Zorromon, who was quick to get the door for his date. Though the golden vixen could not see the blush under Zorromon’s red fur, the look of nervousness in his emerald eyes told her the story, an inward giggle fit the result.
Inside the café had a comfortable atmosphere, some light jazz playing in the corner whilst someone read some poetry, a few of the diners listening in. The place was not extravagant, but had clean, beige walls and an even tiled floor below cushy booths and an assortment of tables with their respective chairs. A good light poured in from outside through the large windows, illuminating the sign in the lobby that read, “SEAT YOURSELF”.
“So where do want to sit?” the crimson kitsune asked, not knowing that his fluffy red tail was anxiously twitching.
“How about this booth?” replied Monica, noticing a clean booth nearby.
Zorromon nodded his head in agreement as he went over and took a seat. His green eyes glued to the lovely, young vixen before him and her alluring sapphires. Their striking eyes met in an awkward stare for a moment, both admiring the other’s form, Monica’s sexy femininity and Zorromon’s muscular physique. The longing stare was abruptly ended unfortunately with the energetic voice of the waitress, asking for their order. “Hi there, can I get your order?”
The fox swordsman grunted at the interruption while turning to the server, a pretty young redhead with breasts as perky as her voice. However, Zorromon’s only focus was the captivating Renamon before him, who was making him anxious among other things. “Cola and a burger with the works.”
“Iced lemon tea and a turkey club sandwich for me, thanks.”
In an instant, the waitress wrote the order and went off to the kitchen, leaving the two foxes alone. Monica could see despite the mega’s gruff exterior, he was showing signs of bashfulness. Zorromon’s fidgeting tail was proof enough of that, along with his deep emerald eyes that could not remove themselves from the beauty of the golden furred vixen. A warm smile graced her muzzle when she watched Zorromon take glances at her while trying to refrain from staring. With wink of her blue eye, Monica asked her date, “So like what you see?”
Needless to say, Zorromon was a little thrown off balance by Monica’s sudden advance, a toothy grin his counter. “Heh, yeah you’re pretty cute.”
“Relax silly, you don’t need to be so nervous.” Monica flashed another smile at the uneasy fox, the vixen liking digimon that were a little shy.
On the other hand, Zorromon’s mind was scrambling to try and act calm and collected, the reynard’s heart pace picking up. “(How did she know, is it that obvious?!) What, um, I’m not nervous. Uh, it’s just kind of hot around here.”
“Am I making you hot, Zorro.” questioned Monica with a seductive tone, thoroughly enjoying making the male sweat.
“Uh, can we change the subject, how about telling me a little about yourself?”
She giggled a little at the buff digimon, deciding to let him off easy for now. “Okay, well I already told you my name and well I live in an apartment on the north side of town. I’ve also got a job as a modeling agency and do photo shoots all over the city.”
“I can see why. I mean…”
“Hahaha, it’s alright, I like it when guys call me pretty, so tell me a little about you, Mr. Zorromon.”
Taking a sigh of relief, Zorromon cleared his head and answered the vixen’s request. “Okay, well I’m a bounty hunter and I’m trying to catch a thief that’s made off with thousands. Humph, some greasy teenager and his digimon.”
This mention of danger though aroused Monica’s interest. Thoughts played through her mind of what one must face in the dark cervices of the city. “Oooh, the life of the bounty hunter, every second is full of suspense, danger behind every corner. I bet you never have a dull moment.”
“Heh, yeah I guess its okay. Um, other than that I have a little place out of town in the hills.” Though there were a few proud moments Zorromon could have gloated about, the crimson furred fox was more concerned with trying to please the strikingly beautiful Renamon.
It seemed his efforts were not in vain since he caught Monica’s attention. “Interesting, maybe you can show me sometime, it’s nice to get away from this noisy burg once in a while.”
And thus, the door was open for them to spend more time together, an opportunity Zorromon wasn’t going to pass up. “Sure! I mean sounds like a good idea.”
“Great, here’s my number, I always keep my cell in my glove here.” explained Monica, writing down the precious phone number on a napkin, using a pen left on the table by perhaps the waitress.
Zorromon was sure to carefully put the valuable napkin into his black glove for safekeeping, tucking it away just as the waitress returned with the two plates. “Thanks Monica,” the digital reynard replied before noticing their meal had arrived, “Ah, here’s the food, I’m starving.”
Indeed, Zorromon always liked a good meal after a victory, this café being one of his preferred hangouts though this time. This time however, the mega digimon was more grateful he had someone to share it with. And so they consumed their food while maintaining the conversation in the cozy surroundings, Monica making a few flirtatious comments while Zorromon tried to stay relaxed.
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Despite
having saved someone from the clutches of a sick minded digimon, a bounty
hunter’s job is never done, since for every criminal brought down another two
take its place. And so with nightfall
creeping across the city of
Zorromon’s
quarry was etched in his thoughts, a young ruffian and his digimon veiled in
shadow, the only picture taken by the department store that was robbed by the
duo. Along with that, a torn piece of
the teen’s jacket was recovered, the scent fresh in the vulpine digimon’s nostrils. Now that he had a lead, Zorromon set out to
collect his reward. Left and right, the
fiery red digimon winded through the streets of
He chuckled at the cliché crime the thief and his digimon were committing before teleporting inside, no one the wiser to his presence. Inside, the lights were all off except the small red glow of the fire doors, nothing out of the ordinary thus far besides the scent leading Zorromon down the silent halls. Careful as always in these situations, he made sure to not disturb the quiet aura filling the bank and to avoid the sight of the security cameras’, which were strategically positioned throughout the complex. The mega’s white tipped ears twitched while trying to pick up any trace of noise, hoping to pinpoint the location of the perpetrators. Nothing, not even a footstep was heard by the fox along his hushed journey through the dark halls of the bank, heading for what seemed to be the vault in the back. With this final area, Zorromon hoped his now elusive opponents were in the back. Zorromon clutched his rapier tightly in his black gauntlet, his paw ready to counter any possible surprise the burglars may use. The stale air was now laced with excitement and tension, the bounty hunter cautiously rounding the last corner. However, there was still no sign of his prey. All that remained was the inner recesses of the vault, the image of a large safe door in front of him, still locked tight. (“Hmmm, I’m sure their scent is leading me here and it’s very fresh, no way they’re already gone. They must have entered some other way, just like I’m going to.”)
Bringing forth his inherent kitsune powers, the vulpine digimon started to phase out of the hall and into the vault, ready to make a move. He made no noise when he saw two figures in the back, stuffing their beige, burlap bags with the ill gotten money. Their backs were turned as Zorromon approached silently, unnoticed by the two thieves veiled in shadow, greed consuming the duo’s senses for the moment. The crimson fox smirked as he held his razor sharp rapier at the teenager’s neck and a flaming set of claws behind the taller digimon’s vitals. “Don’t move.”
Fear immediately filled the greasy teenager more so, his shaking body muttering, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.”
As for the digimon, which Zorromon could see under the fire of his paw was some sort of magician. Indeed, the pointy purple hat and cape gave the digimon the essence of the typical magic user, though the digital kitsune’s keen eyes could also see a sword sheathed in his belt. Despite the situation the red and silver armored digimon was in, the sound of his voice was confident along with his words. “You’re a swift one, aren’t you, bounty hunter.”
“A wizard, eh. So I take it you used magic to enter and deactivate the security.” said Zorromon before he heard the human faint, the juvenile far more cowardly than his digimon partner.
“Humph, of course I used magic, but I’m not just some wizard. I am Mystimon, a mage of terrible power and a being beyond your comprehension.”
Zorromon was not easily impressed while he kept his fiery claws aimed for the arrogant villain. “Big words for someone who was just caught.”
At once the red garbed magician vanished, using some sort of trick. A second later he reappeared behind Zorromon, his fiery sword ready to strike. “Die foolish mortal!”
Reflexes saved Zorromon at the last second however with a twist around, effectively blocking the slice. The two blades were now locked in a duel, both putting great force behind their struggles. “That’s a laugh, you’re smell like an ultimate, but I’m a mega. You might want to do the math again there chief.”
“Ha, mere power levels mean nothing to me, witness the powers of the ancients, BLAST FIRE!”
At once, a stream of fire flowed from Mystimon’s sword, sure to incinerate anything in its path. Despite the danger, Zorromon did not move. Instead, his emerald eyes glowed with self-confidence upon taking the fire attack head on, the inferno licking at his body. Rather than his fur being singed and burned, his body seemed feed off of the flames, which dissipated into his form. “You’re not the only one with fancy tricks, I’m a flame manipulator.”
“No matter, mastery over one element is of no concern to me, I’ll simply use another attack.” declared Mystimon with the appearance of multiple Mystimon copies surrounding the fox, each brandishing their blades towards him.
“Copies, funny I can those too, ELUSIVE ILLUSION!”
Using the smoke from his fire, several clones of Zorromon were spawned, matching the number of the number of viral doppelgangers on the battlefield. Swift as the original, they were quick to defeat the clones with a single swipe of sword each. Soon only one Mystimon remained, a smirk on his human like face in spite of his failed attempt. “My, you’re just full of surprises, but I will prevail over you.”
“Not going to happen, but one question anyways, why rob a bank? If you want power and such, why not something go for something more important?” asked Zorromon, for it seemed a bank would be lowly in the eyes of the pretentious wizard.
A devious chuckle was the response Mystimon gave to the curious kitsune before the virus decided to speak. “All plans start small, building up step by step, but you wouldn’t know anything about a good plan, now would you.”
Rather than counter the remark with words, Zorromon let his sword do the talking. Eager to silence the wizard, the crimson reynard teleported behind him and dealt a piercing thrust to the back. With a grunt, he vanished again only to reemerge in the center of the vault. His magic was quick to seal the wound, though the pain had already been dealt. Mystimon’s red eyes stared daggers at the vulpine creature, panting for a moment until he regained his composure. “You think one attack will finish me, you’re sadly mistaken, let’s see you dodge this, CORE DART!”
Using the mystical properties in his blood as well as his own inherent darkness, the mage formed a ball of dark energy that was quickly compressed into a dart shape, aimed for Zorromon. Regardless of the dart’s dire speed, the fox swordsman was quite agile. Zorromon’s rapier deflected the attack with ease, a loud thud resonating from the heavy metal of the vault door upon impact. “I’ve had enough of these stupid tricks, how about we finish this with our swords, RED HORIZON!”
Like Mystimon’s sword had been, now Zorromon’s rapier was consumed by scorching flames as he slowly approached the sneering ultimate, both clutching their swords tightly as they rushed to battle. A metallic thump echoed through the large safe room as the two blades met, Mystimon’s large saber against Zorromon’s magical rapier. A fiery anger was reflected in both sets of orbs. Not content with a mere standoff, Zorromon began a more offensive assault make thrusts and slices. Every once of effort was unleashed by the fox with his fencing, trying to fight his way to victory. In spite of the fact that Mystimon’s sword was larger, Zorromon’s lighting fast attacks and superior physical power made it a challenge for the under-leveled digimon. “I won’t lose to you, pathetic peon! I will prevail, witness the power of ice!”
With that, Mystimon called forth the power of the frozen tundra from his sword to counterattack Zorromon’s fire, making a lucky cut on the fox’s side during the moment of surprise. Zorromon hissed in pain from the attack, quick to hold his frozen side with a fiery paw. In an instant, the flames healed the wound due to the kitsune’s absorption of fire. “Ha, just a paper cut, but this isn’t, CHAOS CROSS!”
Combined with Red Horizon, Zorromon used his most powerful attack, the chaos and pure energy of fire filling his sword. An armor piercing slash went through Mystimon, the fox cutting through his sword defense and carving a Z through his body. The ultimate was finished now that his saber was broken, the ice melting while it dissipated into data. Shortly after the vanishing sword, Mystimon’s body plummeted to the floor in a pool of blood from the Chaos Cross. His sliced body began breaking back into viral data, the digimon doomed to become a lost soul. Mystimon groaned in pure agony while he hissed one last message to Zorromon, “Ignorant dolt, even in death I will succeed.”
The vault grew silent after the head of the mage finally dispersed into a cloud of purple and red data particles. Although Zorromon was left with an ominous message, this was but a joke to Zorromon. “What a dick, glad that’s over. Time to grab my reward.”
Though the data class fox had not intended on deleting the digimon involved, he could still turn in the unconscious human on the floor to the authorities and receive his reward. His attentions turned to the corner, where the pathetic scene of a defense human lay before him. “Almost feel sorry for ya, kid, but somebody’s got to take the fall for this.”
Knowing his mission was complete, Zorromon grabbed the greasy, brown haired teen by the scruff of his black coat, the human still out cold due to his cowardice induced faint. A few seconds later, he teleported himself and the thief down to the precinct, another crime adverted for now.
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Obtaining a just reward for his deeds, Zorromon was now able to turn his attention towards other things in his life, a few days passing.
Outside
of the bustling downtown of
In a cul-de-sac off to the east side of this tranquil neighborhood, encompassed by the fresh evening air laid a two story house, blue siding upon its outer walls. Looking out through the second story window was the resident bounty hunter, Zorromon. The bounty hunter tried to stay calm for his greatest challenge, the simple date approaching. He sighed while trying to keep the beat of his heart normal for Monica, the sexy Renamon whom he had the pleasure of meeting a few days ago. Their first little encounter had gone well enough, though good fortune could easily turn, Zorromon no stranger to bad luck with women. He made a short prayer to the digimon sovereign, the four holy beasts that reigned over the digital populace with the hope this time nothing would go wrong. As he opened his eyes, a red Corvette C6 pull up into his driveway, a familiar and sexy Renamon model inside. Knowing the time had come, Zorromon took a deep breath before leaving the comforts of his bedroom and teleported to the front door below.
Waiting outside with a grin upon her muzzle stood Monica, the cute vixen who was now waiting patiently for the fiery kitsune to answer. She was looking forward to spending the evening with the hero who had saved her from the slum lord. Monica liked the dangerous aspect behind the bounty hunter, but had to admit to herself, (“I hope he’s not nervous, though it’s kinda cute when he’s shy.”)
As if on cue, the door opened to reveal Zorromon, whose tail was nervously flinching though he managed to smile warmly at the sight of the alluring kitsune. “Monica, I’m glad you could make it. I have some dinner cooking in the kitchen, it should be ready in five.”
“Great, it will be nice to spend some more time with you. So whatcha making in there?” she asked after her sensitive nose picked up a savory aroma floating in from the kitchen somewhere ahead.
“Uh, some chicken stir fry and rice. Let me show you the way.”
Moving out of the way of the golden colored kitsune, Zorromon watched as Monica followed the enthralling scent of fresh food inside his house. A few moments later, the two were in the dining room, the scent inspiring their hunger as the Renamon sat down at the polished table of wood. “Wow, this place is huge, don’t you get lonely.”
In truth, Zorromon didn’t want to admit that fact to her, consenting to instead change the subject, “Um, oh dinner’s probably ready, I’ll go get it.”
While Monica watched the fox swordsman slink away to the kitchen, the digital vixen sighed upon the realization that she had mentioned a sore subject with the mega. (“Poor guy, money can buy you a new house and nice stuff, but not happiness.”) thought Monica before she looked around at the nice paintings and furniture in just the dining room she was in, even the cushioned chair she sat on was well crafted and decorative.
A few minutes later, Zorromon remerged from the kitchen carrying two plates of steaming cuisine in his black gloved paws. After setting the plates down, the fiery kitsune took a seat across from Monica and hoped things would turn for the better. “Go ahead, have a bite, I’m not much of a cook but I’m sure it came out okay.”
“Oh, I’m sure you did fine, thanks Zorro.” Needing no more invitation, Monica quickly went through the steaming helping of chicken stir fry and rice while working to satiate her appetite.
Zorromon needless to say was stunned by the feat he had just witnessed. His widened, emerald eyes watched the satisfied Renamon wipe her muzzle with the set napkin, surprise reflected in the deep green surfaces. Her sapphire eyes were quick to see the stare, Monica giggling at his surprise. “What, a girl needs to eat.”
“I guess you’re right, do you want another batch?” asked Zorromon whilst taking a bite of his stir fry, thankful it had turned out okay.
“Nah, that was enough for me, good stuff though. I like a guy who can cook.”
Zorromon crimsoned under his red fur alongside striving to contain his bashfulness towards the alluring vixen across from him. Quickly the reynard swallowed another bite before speaking. “I’m not that good, just a few simple things like this.”
“Well, that’s good enough for me. Thanks for dinner, Zorro.”
“No problem, glad you liked it.” A silent smile crept across the muzzle of the bounty hunter before finishing his meal, taking his plate and hers to the kitchen sink.
While Zorromon turned to the kitchen, Monica took a look at Zorromon’s backside, in particular about the tail area and his nice buttocks. (“Oooh, I hope he isn’t too shy about that.”)
The slightly horny girl had giggle fit at that moment, her thoughts growing a tad perverted. Distracted by her wild fantasies, she didn’t notice the mega had snuck behind her, asking, “What’s so funny?”
“Oh nothing, so what’s there to do around here?” inquired the sexy Renamon, her deep blue eyes locked on Zorromon.
“Plenty, there’s the DVD’s out there in the other room, and there’s a pool out back…”
A bit excited by the idea of a fresh summer swim and another opportunity to drive the mega crazy, the vixen interrupted his suggestions. “A pool, that sounds great, let me just get my suit from the car.”
Confused as to why Monica would have a swimsuit considering she only wore purple gloves like the typical Renamon, Zorromon’s curiosity was provoked. “You have a swimsuit in your car?”
“Well, you never know when my modeling agent is going to give me a surprise job, sometimes they’ll want a sample. Now be a good boy and wait by the pool, I’ll be there in a second.”
In an instant, Monica teleported out of the room and left Zorromon to wonder how she would look in a tight bikini. He relished the erotic flavor in left in his thought before he remembered to make his own way to the pool. There was no need for him to find a swimsuit due to his protective pouch. Using the same technique like most vulpine digimon, Zorromon warped away from his kitchen and to the pool in his backyard.
The sun had almost sunk completely below the horizon when the fiery fox materialized outside. A sliver of orange was all that remained under a large sky of growing darkness, the quarter moon now seen amidst the final minutes of sunset. Zorromon took a breath of the fresh evening air before strolling across the trim green grass to his pool, looking at the orange glow slowly slipping away from the watery surface. A slight breeze brushed against his tail, the warm air passing by the tranquil background. On the other hand, Zorromon had a hint of anxiousness though he was calming down with the reassurance Monica was enjoying herself. A few minutes passed by, the fox swordsman wondering when the cute model would return while he looked into the depths of the pool. What he didn’t know was that the sneaky Renamon had already arrived, Monica silently creeping up to the unaware warrior. With a quick thrust of her ungloved paws, Zorromon was pushed into the water, the victim of the vixen’s playful prank. She giggled upon watching the priceless expression of shock on the bounty hunter’s face. Monica’s blue eyes witnessed the crimson reynard sink into the pool only for his head to arise a second later, a scowl on his muzzle. “That’s not very…oh damn.”
Despite being a little sore about being fooled, Zorromon was more attentive about the sight of the beautiful golden fox before him. The twinkling stars and glowing moon made a nice background for the attractive woman, her shapely, furry body dressed in tight purple swimsuit. Even though Zorromon had seen her undressed like the average digimon, the skin tight bikini against her white, furry breasts and perfect ass made the vixen even more eye-catching. If it weren’t for the cool waters about him, the red kitsune would likely have a full hard on right now. Knowing the effect she was having on the bounty hunter, Monica slipped slowly into the water, flashing a seductive smile Zorromon’s way. “So Zorro, like my bikini?”
“Hell yeah…I’m mean its very nice.” stuttered Zorromon while trying to control the beast in his pants.
“It’s alright, no need to be shy about it. Now tell me what ya really think.” she declared alongside swimming over to her date, winking at the muscular reynard.
The beat in Zorromon’s heart increased tempo whilst he watched Monica slowly drift so that she was right next to him, looking down into the striking blue eyes of the slightly shorter fox. All around him, the air grew hot and feverish with tension, the mega trying to keep his mind in one piece. “Well I…oh fuck it, you’re sexy, you’re beautiful, and you’re killing me.”
“Oooh Zorro, say it again, say it again.” As she made her request, the mischievous woman inched in closer before wrapping her arms and legs around Zorromon and his fluffy tail.
Though the water around him was cold, the feel of sweet Renamon pussy beyond that thin piece of cloth was quick to arouse his member, blood starting to pump into the hidden meat. Indeed, the feel of the cute digimon about his body was nothing short of a major turn on, invoking him to spit out the words, “Gods yes you’re beautiful.”
“Not so bad yourself, handsome.” answered Monica before she straddled her legs and rubbed her crotch against Zorromon, humping against his pouch.
Shivers ran through the crimson fur of the warrior with these sensations. He felt his man meat grow hard and slip out of his sheath, rubbing up against the inner thighs of the digital vixen. Inch by inch it slipped out alongside Zorromon’s hisses of delight, the swordsman obviously having nothing against her humping. His thoughts grew perverted again when he thought of Monica’s slick insides before she whispered in his ear, “So how am I doing?”
“Great, but I’m sure there’s a better place for this.” he said with a grunt, his member growing to its full ten inches.
“Mmmm, glad I could bring you out of your shell.” Monica’s body bubbled with lusty desire with her closing in, licking Zorromon’s cheek with passion. “Why don’t you take us to your playground?”
That was an offer Zorromon couldn’t pass up, his ten-incher pulsating with desire. He was a little surprised by her forwardness, but he shrugged it off since he wanted Monica to be happy and because of his own inner lust. With a light smile on his muzzle, he and the horny vixen teleported inside at the same time night took full control of the skies.
A mere second later, the two were within the confines of Zorromon’s bedroom, water dripping from their fur. Cautiously, Zorromon approached the bed, keeping it a priority that Monica was secure in his arms. For Monica the feel of his muscles around her body felt fantastic, feeling the power within as they went for the bed, making their way across the grey carpets. Gently Zorromon set the foxy girl down, the Renamon allowing herself to drift down onto the bed, wishing she could feel his muscular frame again. Her blue eyes remained locked on his erect manhood however, pool water dripping of the head. Zorromon was quick to slide in next to her on those blue sheets, nuzzling next to her body. This was short lasting however as Zorromon crawled over so that he was positioned above Monica, both drenched and horny. With a small chuckle and just tad more confidence, he whispered in her ear, “Comfortable?”, before blowing warm air in her ear.
Shivers ran down the fox girl’s spine before Zorromon backed off, allowing her to speak. “Yeah, but you know my tongue’s getting a little lonely, it could use a little company.”
A smirk was plastered across the reynard’s muzzle when he leaned in close to the vixen’s cute little mouth and replied, “Well, I have someone here she’s dying to meet.”
Opening his maw, centered behind an impressive set of fangs lay Zorromon’s canine tongue, slipping out to meet Monica’s own muscle. Twisting together, the two pink snakes fought for dominance, swapping saliva along the way. Both relished the flavor of the other during their frenching, the air in that dark room growing hotter by the second. Both foxes were illuminated by the silver glow of the moon, shining its romantic twilight into the room while Zorromon made his way into Monica’s mouth. Quivers ran through the vixen when Zorromon’s strong muscle explored her oral cavity, both of their tongues danced the night away.
Seeing she was relaxed, Zorromon decided to take the next step in their raunchy display. His paws snuck over to her chest which the bikini top was still covering, the huge clawed digits ready to make their move. Using the same swift precision he used on the job, the red kitsune slipped off the purple top. Monica in the meantime was smiling amidst the French kiss, the furry girl excited about what he was going to do. After throwing the purple garment to the floor, the swordsman started to dig through the Renamon’s chest fur until he felt her white furry tits. Light pulses through the vixen’s skin, letting out a gasp when the reynard kneaded her breasts while his tongue wrapped around hers. Zorromon marveled at the soft texture of the dirty pillows he was groping, pinching her hardening nipples along the way.
Each pinch brought sharp jolts of pleasure filled the breathtaking Renamon, the vixen panting while her paw made its own sneaky move. Zorromon’s ten inch meatstick still hung out of its pouch, the red rod lusting for some attention, something Monica more than willing to give. With her creamy white paw, she wrapped her digits around the head of the digital fox’s cock and started to jack him off. Thanks to the pool water, the red dick was slick when she slid her fingers up and down its sensitive surface. Caught completely off guard by this, Zorromon withdrew his tongue and gasped, “What?”, with only a strand of saliva keeping their muzzles joined.
“Your friend down there looked a little lonely.” she answered seductively before continuing the hand job, saying between his groans, “You know, I’m still a little “wet” from earlier if you catch my drift.”
Indeed, Zorromon could feel a fresh wet spot forming in Monica’s bikini bottoms, the horny vixen hungry for sex. Though Zorromon wanted his own sexual hunger to be satisfied, the fiery reynard wished for the vixen below to have her fair share as well. And so, he twisted his body around into the 69 position in order for them both to share in mutual satisfaction. A lusty smile was on Zorromon’s face upon viewing Monica’s crotch, hidden by her swimsuit, something the mega was quick to remove. He took a sniff of her musky scent brewing from within her folds underneath her golden fur, glistening with some precum. Meanwhile, Monica eyed the bounty hunter’s prick with great interest, flicking her tongue across his rock hard phallus and causing Zorromon to grunt in pleasure each time the vixen teased his meat.
“Damn, that’s good.” he moaned before returning the favor to his partner, making long, slow lashes across her slit with his tongue.
Monica squirmed under his muscular body as her body was sparked by indescribable sensation. “Ahhh Zorromon, harder, eat me now!”
Hearing her cries of ecstasy, Zorromon kept at the vixen’s outer folds with harder strokes of the tongue while breathing in her alluring scent and pheromones that were filling the room. Monica clinched her teeth in bliss, the vixen barely remembering to return the favor when she went for his endowment, lightly sucking on the head to give Zorromon some of his own medicine. Zorromon’s emerald eyes nearly popped out of surprise from the feel of the blowjob. With each swallow Monica made, Zorromon made sure to lap at her prejuices rougher like a hungry beast. Both were quickly losing their minds to their libido, fogging their minds with oral sex.
Slurps and sucks filled the silent room as the night grew older; both growing famished with their base desires. With the air laced with their scent, Zorromon was the first to give in further to his sex drive. He drove his tongue through her rosy snatch, feeling Monica’s tight pussy wrap around his pink snake. Pure delight circulated through the golden kitsune’s veins while taking in more of the warrior’s dick, suckling on half of the red meat and wrapping her tongue around it. Zorromon gripped the bed harder with this extra jolt of sensation flowing through his blood. Meanwhile, his tongue explored deeper into Monica’s canal, savoring the sweet fox juice along her slick walls. Underneath her fur, Monica blushed from the influence of the invading tongue which was exciting every cell in her digital body. With extra motivation, she put more energy behind the blowjob, taking in another couple of inches as she deep throated his cock.
The beast in Zorromon was growing stronger when precum started to coat the head of his member. His tongue dug deeper into the vixen’s pussy with stronger slurps against the tender innards. Sweat crept across their vulpine bodies while the fires in their bellies grew more intense, both inching closer to a sexual peak. Monica decided to finish Zorromon off first when she took a few inches so that only half of his member was inside, using her paw to masturbate the rest. Her sucking grew intense, like a wet, slick vice around his dick, drowning the swordsman in satisfaction. With his wild instincts unleashed, Zorromon humped against her mouth, his balls tightening with the final thrusts. The fire within his body erupted, letting his orgasm loose and coating the vixen’s mouth in his hot cum. Of course, the salty, white essence was quickly swallowed by the model while feeling her vaginal walls fill with his magnificent tongue. Zorromon rubbed and slurped against her sweet insides, sending shockwaves through Monica’s body as the rest of his body sweated with exhaustion from his climax.
Finished for now with his limp penis, Monica collected all the cum she could before letting the digital cock free, relishing the salty taste of the his white seed. Guzzling the sticky sex fluid down, Monica shook with lust from Zorromon’s tongue being hilted in her body. She moaned in rapture when the sensations ravaged her body, the lusty Renamon starting to hump the reynard’s muzzle. “Yes, gods Zorromon make me cum!”
Monica was lost in euphoria when she drove her bedmate’s tongue in to the limit. Wrapping her legs around Zorromon’s head, Monica made one last thrust against the muscle. “Oooh, here I cum!”
With that, a spasm ran through her slender thighs with her honey drenching Zorromon’s face, his tongue quick to lap at the intoxicating taste of lemon. Monica gasped while Zorromon cleaned her pussy and his face of the nectar she had produced, the taste addictive to the fiery fox. Indeed, Zorromon was fond of the vixen’s lemon flavored juices, gorging on her flavor. Both licked their lips whilst twisting back to the missionary position, both looking at each with a pleased look. Monica chuckled while licking the side of Zorromon’s cheek with a yearning. “So do you still have another round in you, Z?”
The thought of having his way with that tight passage perked Zorromon’s interests, his red length already filling with blood again. “I think I can hack it.”
“I thought so.” giggled Monica before the crimson furred fox adjusted himself so that their neither regions were aligned, his ten inch meat ready to pound the sweet pussy below.
Both grew anxious with each passing second. Wanting to build up to the intercourse, Zorromon took her lips with his own to increase the passion. Meanwhile, his hips started to slowly lower themselves towards the Renamon’s slender and shapely thighs, leaving the vixen in suspense. While they engaged in their passionate lip lock, down below the reynard’s cock approached the vixen’s folds, Zorromon rubbing the head of his thick meat against Monica’s moistening cunt. With one last graze of her slit, the fiery kitsune plunged into his foxy mate, leisurely sinking his red prick into the Renamon’s warm insides. A new deluge of pleasure washed over the two from the meeting of their privates, eager to join together. Greater delight was exchanged, motivating the two to make their fiery kiss stronger, this time Monica slipping her canine tongue into Zorromon’s mouth. This time she was fixated on tasting the reynard’s own tongue. Pheromones radiated from the foxes during their French kiss, Zorromon’s manhood slid further down the slick vagina, reveling in the feel of tight walls wrapping around it. Both were groaning into their frenching, the intercourse sensational during their saliva swap. Monica traced his fangs carefully while wrapping around the bounty hunter’s organ. Sweat trickled down their furry bodies, especially when Zorromon buried his meatstick further into the digital Tao fox, making love under the moonlight. Monica squirmed between the soft mattress and the mega’s muscles, her horny desires being fulfilled. She marveled at the sight of her love hole being filled to the brim with fox cock, all ten inches hilted inside her sexy core. The air grew thick with lusty desire when they paused for a moment to take in the unadulterated pleasure from their union of flesh. Withdrawing her tongue, the digital vixen nuzzled into the swordsman’s toned chest of white fur while asking, “So what are waiting for?”
A devilish grin passed over the reynard’s muzzle before he started to raise his loins upwards, sliding half of his red prick out while gripping the bed tightly out of anticipation of what was to occur. Monica gasped upon feeling his rock hard erection slide against her vulva, the honey hole coaxed into making more of that addictive precum. A blush ran over her face when she felt Zorromon quickly sheath his cock into her folds again, sending a bolt of satisfaction through their bodies. Cries of wantonness were released from the heated Renamon, the grinding driving her insane with delectation. This was just the tip of the iceberg for this storm of carnal desire however. Encouraged by her sounds of ecstasy, the mega digimon pumped his pride into her swollen pussy again and again, picking up the tempo with each thrust. Both exchanged grunts and groans of satisfaction with the passage of time, the foxes still fucking when the hour of midnight approached. Inhibition was forgotten by their foggy cravings as Zorromon and Monica slapped their hips together, instinct driving their bodies further up the slope of sexual peak. Precum was spilling out of the male’s shaft, drilling the wet vixen like a jackhammer. Both making love like animals now with their animalistic cry and movement while the reynard’s knot formed, keeping their juices contained. Nothing else concerned them other than their partner and their screwing, both thrusting towards the other’s privates. Dim squeaks filled the room from their bouncing, Zorromon’s enduring thrusts becoming beastly much to Monica’s delight. The sexy Renamon trembled with glee while her body was rocked faster and faster, her womanhood crying for release. Monica tightened her walls all about the invader, moaning in the process, “Naahhh, hammer me! Oooh Zorro, I’m…I’m cumming!”
With one last gasp and buck towards his schlong, Monica felt her body explode with her second orgasm of the evening. This clinch of womanly folds was all Zorromon could stand before making a few last rough thrusts into the Renamon’s twat, his testicles tightened inside of his furry ball sac. A final roar of primal satisfaction was emitted from the swordsman before ejaculating his load of white spunk inside the vixen. Monica shivered with pleasure while gasping, “Yes Zorromon, yeah, fill me with your hot seed.”
Bliss filled the golden kitsune upon feeling his strands of fiery hot essence mix with her pool of nectar, indulging in the magnificent feel of golden afterglow with Zorromon. Together they panted in sexual exhaustion while the reynard’s knot made sure nothing leaked out of the vixen’s bowels. Both looked into the other with absolute gratitude, emerald and sapphire eyes meeting in happiness. Staying connected by the knot, both rolled to their side and cuddled together, admiring the warmth the other possessed. Zorromon grabbed a blanket and threw it over their spent bodies, afterwards wrapping his powerful arms about the slender, hourglass body of Monica. Likewise, the rookie enjoyed the security the mega gave, nuzzling her head against his muscular body and soft chest fur. As Monica felt her body grow drowsy from the heat that enveloped her form, she gave one last whisper to Zorromon, “Thanks for the good time, Zorro.”
“My pleasure,” he quietly answered back before hugging the vixen to his body, treating her as if she were the finest of treasures.
Both closed their eyes whilst the arousing stench of their sex hung in air. As the moonlight poured in from the window, the foxes drifted into slumber and the tranquil realm of their dreams. Or so they thought…
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As far as the eye could see, only shadows and a black abyss lie in all directions through Zorromon’s dream, the red kitsune wandering the emptiness. Unsure what was in store he ventured through the dark void, unsure what to think until he heard a voice cackle from the safety of the shadows.
“Zorromon, so we meet again.” chortled a ghostly voice, malice backing each word.
In the back of the swordsman’s mind, Zorromon knew he had heard that voice before but could not quite place it. “And you are who now?”
“A nightmare, your executioner, and a lost soul no thanks to you!”
Annoyed more than anything over the disembodied voice, Zorromon retorted, “Well, sorry about the whole you being dead thing and all, but I have to keep guys like you off the street. Now do you have some cliché villain speech about revenge and stuff or can we get to the fight?”
Fury filled the spirits mind as he stared daggers at the bounty hunter from the emptiness. “Fool, you should show respect for me, Mystimon! This time you won’t be so lucky, because my friend we are in your mind where knowledge reigns supreme! Your brute strength won’t win against my superior insight, bwahahahaha!”
“Humph, why don’t you show your face if you’re so sure of yourself.” uttered Zorromon while summoning his rapier, the digizoidium blade brought forth from the fires of his body.
“If it will make you feel better.” answered Mystimon, the crimson clothed mage emerging from the dark depths while sneering at the furry red reynard.
Swiftly the virus unsheathed his sword and added the element of ice from his magical coffers, to cancel out the fire of the digizoidium rapier. Both stood off waiting for the other to make a move like a chess match before Mystimon spoke. “So Zorromon, before we begin your painfully slow demise, would you like to meet our audience?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” replied Zorromon in question, his green eyes glowing with anger.
A devious smile formed on the dark wizard’s lips just as another figure emerged from the darkness, chains wrapped about her body. Zorromon’s eyes opened in wide in shock followed by a healthy helping of pure anger. “Monica! What the fuck are you doing, Mystimon! She has nothing to do with this!”
“Ah, but you know what they say, always take advantage of your enemy’s weaknesses.”
The chains rattled in the background as Monica tried to break free. She was unable to teleport out of the magical fetters while she fought against the bonds. Hatred pumped through the swordsman’s veins when he locked onto Mystimon, fury in the crimson reynard’s green eyes. “Die!”
With that the epic conflict against the two digimon began, Zorromon charging to where Mystimon stood with his Chaos Cross attack, trying to finish the mage with an armor piercing slice.
Mystimon merely laughed at the fox’s attempt once he vanished, Zorromon slicing thin air before Mystimon’s voice boomed again from the background. “I suppose some digimon have to learn the hard way.”
At once, Mystimon appeared Zorromon and made a wide arc slash towards the crimson fox. In the nick of time Zorromon was able to turn to defend against the slash of the large blade. Blades locked in battle, Mystimon pushed against his rapier with new strength during their sword struggle, strange considering Zorromon was of a higher level. “Confused, I guess a mangy beast such as yourself wouldn’t understand. In this realm, I hold all the cards, all the power. My intellect will crush…”
Zorromon had a few tricks up his sleeve however as he teleported behind Mystimon, who stumbled forward from his own momentum. Ready to finish this, Zorromon quickly said, “You talk too much, BURNING FURY!”
Many fiery blades formed in the fox’s paws, the swordsman showing more of his kitsune magic while Mystimon’s backside was struck by the flaming daggers for he was not as agile as the vulpine digimon. The spirit grunted in pain before falling back into the shadows, his voice booming again, “You put much passion behind your fighting, but even you can’t do anything against this!”
Using his spell cast on Zorromon’s dream, the shadows around Zorromon started to wrap around his body until he as well as Monica were caught in the mage’s trap. The crimson reynard scoffed at the magical bonds, figuring they were nothing his mega level body couldn’t handle. However, Zorromon soon discovered the dark fetters were far stronger than he had anticipated and they seemed to keep him from teleporting. Mystimon cackled at the swordsman’s struggles, approaching again with a wily smirk formed on his lips. “Now didn’t I say I was stronger in this realm?”
If Zorromon’s muzzle had not been bonded he would spat fire on the arrogant mage. At the moment however, he was more concerned with ripping his way free. While the reynard struggled, Mystimon walked up so that his sword was but an inch away from Zorromon’s chest. “Ah, now that you’re helpless, I’m going to make good on my promise to kill you, but before I do I’m going to make you suffer.”
With that, ice started to shoot out of the mystical sword, freezing Zorromon who was now trying to counter with his fire within. For now the two elements were about even, but a more pressing circumstance was the shadows wrapped around the fox’s body. The nightmare fetters were becoming tighter by the second, causing the swordsman’s breathing to grow fainter and more restrained. “Hmmm, more durable than I thought, time to increase the power of my ice then.”
Violent shivers ran through Zorromon’s body once he felt the frigid spell fully envelop his body, his fiery core starting to drop in temperature along with his gasped for air. Indeed, things did not look very optimistic, especially once the bonds became excruciatingly tight even for his mega strength. Equally as pressing though was the freezing burn that was now creeping through his body from the ice ray, slowly making his body suffer and die.
While his grunts of pain filled the nightmarish dream, the bound Monica looked on with horror. (“I have to do something soon or that creep’s going to kill Zorro!”) thought Monica who was fighting to escape from the chains around her body.
She knew she had to escape soon or it would all be over, her death sure to follow the swordsman’s out of Mystimon’s spite. It was then her blue eye caught something quite interesting, a large lock keeping the chains together. (“Hmmm, I bet I can pick that lock with one of my diamonds.”)
Through a bit of concentration, the crafty Renamon used every bit of her strength to inch her paw towards the lock, stretching the appendage as far as she could. The enchanted padlock glowed once Monica poked her special lock pick inside, working to make her way through the tumblers with the hope she could save Zorromon in time. Click and scrapes were picked up by the vixen’s ears while her claws fumbled with the lock, thankful she had plenty of practice breaking into her brother’s things as a child. After a about a minute of vigorous tampering with the lock, the restraint became undone, Monica wasting no time to rid herself of the chains. She looked back to Zorromon with worry when she saw his fur coated in frost and his breathing light and short. With a burst of adrenaline, she swiftly ran towards Mystimon who was too caught up in his revenge to notice the second kitsune. With fury in her sapphire eyes, Monica readied her fist and tried to focus all her strength in her attack, yelling, “POWER PAW!”
With a concentrated left hook, the courageous Renamon struck Mystimon’s jaw causing him to fall over in pain, the mage grunting with a bloody lip. With his spell interrupted for the moment, the shadows loosened enough for Monica to pull Zorromon out of their grasp, the magical swordsman hurt but certainly not dead. She teleported with the reynard as far away as she could into the darkness of the dream realm, leaving Mystimon to curse at his setback.
“Zorromon, speak to me, c’mon you’re tougher than this.” she said to the fiery kitsune, kneeling over his body lying on the black floor.
“Monica, save yourself, I’m too weak to fight, need fire.” gasped the recovering Zorromon, his shivering body half frozen and exhausted.
Tears ran down the vixen’s face when she heard these words. With sorrow in her expression, she held the muscular body of the mega. “No, I’ll stay by your side. You could have left me to Beezlemon, but you saved me instead. The least I can do is stand by you. Oh, I wish I could give you some fire and warm you up at least.”
As if the realm had heard her, a large flame materialized besides them, leaving Monica in shock. “Did I make that fire?”
Hearing the mention of a scorching fire, Zorromon perked up, his green eyes widening. “Fire, quick, push me onto it.”
“Are you crazy, you’ll die if I just throw you in the fire.” explained Monica, not knowing of Zorromon’s special powers with fire.
“Just trust me. Quick, before Mystimon returns.”
Monica clinched her teeth while wondering if Zorromon was right about this, figuring the fire would only burn him into a cinder. Her ice blue eyes looked into his deep green ones and saw Zorromon’s wish reflected in those emerald eyes, the vixen sighing before fulfilling his request. She hoped that the fiery reynard knew what he was doing with this idea. Monica used her digital strength to carefully lift Zorromon from the floor, taking care when she lowered him with caution into the fire. Her sight never left the fox swordsman once the fires started to encompass his body. Rather than cook his body however, the red fur about Zorromon’s body seemed to absorb the orange flames. The bounty hunter thrived on the inferno, his blood heating back to a healthy temperature and his breathing became easier. After a minute of bathing in the rejuvenating blaze, Zorromon stood looking stronger than ever, surprising Monica when he took her paw upon walking out of the fire. As the vixen was pulled up by his paw, Zorromon told her, “Thanks Monica, you saved my life and you were really brave out there.”
“Glad I could return the favor, so you feeling okay now?”
“Yeah, like a million, but how did you do it? You were able to knock over an ultimate and make a fire.”
Quite understandably, Zorromon had no idea how a rookie could do something quite as remarkable as harming such a powerful digimon. Monica scratched her head while pondering what the solution could be, but the only thing she could think of was, “Well, the only thing I really did was wish I could stop him and then for the fire.”
“Wish… Wait a second, this is a dream so if we wish for it, then it will come true?”
“Makes as much sense as a digital ghost haunting us in our sleep.” replied Monica, agreeing on that idea since the unlikely had already become reality.
Zorromon nodded his head in agreement before a voice bellowed from beyond the dark fog, Mystimon had returned. “Mwahahahaha, you two scurry like rats, how appropriate.”
“Honestly, evil laughter, that’s so cliché.” remarked Monica while thinking of how humorously pathetic it was for the villain to act stereotypical.
“I know, same with those stupid little speeches.” chuckled Zorromon, though he made sure to keep his eyes on the mage.
The red eyes of the virus flashed with pure, unbound anger pumping through his blood when he flew towards the foxes. “Let’s see if you if you think this is funny, CORE DA…ugh!” he cried before a brick wall spawned in front of him, courtesy of the Zorromon’s wish.
Crashing into the solid barrier, Mystimon fell to the ground like bird hitting a window, and to further add insult to injury the wall collapsed atop of his body. The dark mage was pelted and buried by the imaginary brick and cement, his desire for revenge growing to a peak. Meanwhile, Zorromon and Monica watched the pile of fallen material, knowing he wouldn’t be defeated by one wish alone. What they did not expect was the flash of red light emitting from the center of the pile, the scarlet light forming a column in the center while Mystimon’s body levitated in the center. A wicked glint was in his eyes when he shouted, “You fools have no reason to celebrate, I’m about to become your worst nightmare! MYSTIMON DARK DIGIVOLVE TO……”
Both of the digital kitsunes were fixated on the sight of the mage’s transformation, shining armor forming all over his body like what a knight of lore would wear. Deep blue and grey formed the colors of this protection, adorned in the chest by the symbol of the digital hazard. His body grew longer, pulsing with new strength while more armor covered his digital core. A dragon shaped helmet crowned his head and his hands gained a great lance with matching shield also decorated with the digital hazard. As he slowly descended to the ground, red eyes poked out of the helmet’s dark visor once he finished his digivolution. “…CHAOSGALLANTMON!”
Indeed, using the power of this realm of mind and illusion, Mystimon now stood in his final form. The knight emitted an aura of unbridled strength and power when he approached, both foxes a little shaky of the power the former mage possessed now. In a more draconic voice, the knight spoke with contempt for the digital kitsune. “Zorromon, come, we will have our final fight. No tricks and no more stalling, I will defeat you with my lance alone.”
“(At least he doesn’t sound like some comic book villain anymore.) Fine, a duel to the death and this time let’s settle this on our strength alone.” answered Zorromon before summoning his rapier from the within, the digizoidium blade forming in his paw.
“Very well, but if I defeat you, I will take both of your bodies so that I can exist once more. However, should you succeed I will be banished forever leaving you both free.” replied ChaosGallantmon while making a practice swipe with his demonic lance.
Monica stood back knowing this was something Zorromon had to do on his own, though she had to admit about the new digimon, (“This creep sounds completely different now, what a basket case!”)
The two swordsmen approached each other with a serious look in their eyes, both brandishing their weapons while Zorromon spoke. “Fine, I’ll take those odds. Monica, don’t worry, we’ll be out of here in no time.”
A tense silence filled the air of the dark realm, the nightmare coming to its peak. The two megas stared each other down, glowing green eyes against viral crimson eyes. The digizoidium lance and rapier were tightly clinched in their respective hands, the kitsune and hazard knight drawing in closer, neither making the first move. Zorromon took more caution this time for he knew this would not be an easy fight against a fellow mega digimon, the crimson fox using more patience in this instance. ChaosGallantmon could see this change of behavior in his opponent, noticing his calmer approach. Perhaps it was out of desperation the virus made the first move, desiring a body once more when he made a powerful thrust with his Demon’s Disaster attack, blue lighting coursing through his lance.
“No way!” cried Zorromon before he knocked the thrust away with his rapier, though he did not anticipate being shocked by the lightning.
Taking mild damage, the digital reynard was still able to make a counterattack with his own thrust, the rapier engulfed in his fire. ChaosGallantmon was a skilled and swift warrior however, able to block with his shield in just the nick of time. Zorromon leapt away once the dragon knight made another swipe with his dark blue lance, both failing to make any real damage in the first round. Their fight was far from done however, the two swordsmen squaring off again. The knight of the dark hazard chuckled before asking, “So tell me, out of morbid curiosity, are you scared of me? You’ve been more cautious this time.”
“Well, I’m no Wisemon, but I know that you’re pretty strong now. I can’t afford mistakes.”
Only a nod of the Gallantmon’s helmet was the response Zorromon received. More important to Zorromon at the moment though was seeking out a weak point in the armored knight. (“He may be more powerful, but he just evolved. He doesn’t have as much experience in this form so maybe I can wear him out.”)
With that in mind, Zorromon decided to take the first move this time, using his lightning speed to strike ChaosGallantmon quickly. Of course, the dragon knight wouldn’t just take the attack lying down, his lance quick to meet the rapier, both sword locked in a heated struggle. Each of the warriors put all their strength against the other, their weapons grappling with neither gaining a true advantage. Tension was rising, neither relenting with their muscles straining to gain victory. Monica was on the edge of her seat with her eyes following the small shifts in power between the swordsmen, her heart drumming with neither gaining an upper hand. Sweat ran down Zorromon’s crimson fur and ChaosGallantmon’s blue scales inside his armor, a pure deadlock on the battlefield despite the incredible force they were showing. Despite the lumbering size of the viral lance, Zorromon’s smaller rapier was quite capable of canceling it out, the battle becoming one of endurance. Adrenaline pumped through their bodies, neither caving in until Zorromon felt his blade being pushed back by the knight, his muscles aching to even slow him down. ChaosGallantmon scoffed at the kitsune as he said, “It appears I’ll soon have my new body.”
Zorromon sighed while fighting to stay strong though his defense was starting to fail, his might being pushed back. Indeed, the fight was drawing to an end once Monica saw her mate’s struggles, knowing she had do something without interfering with his fight. “Zorromon, don’t give up, remember what you’re fighting for!”
Those words played through Zorromon’s head, reminding him the stakes of this fight, how he promised he would set Monica free and keep the former Mystimon from hurting anyone else. A pulse of fresh strength filled his body along with a new fire completely covering his body, Zorromon’s entire form now a torch. Absorbing the power of his invigorating flames, Zorromon started to push ChaosGallantmon’s lance back, making it back to the midpoint, Monica’s eyes sparkled with hope. Knowing this was the only chance he had, Zorromon focused his strength into one last charge, forcing back the dragon knight’s weapon completely. Then, with his last burst of strength and adrenaline, Zorromon cried, “CHAOS CROSS!”
With an earsplitting sound of metal being torn apart, Zorromon appeared behind ChaosGallantmon with his sword extended in an attack position. As for the mega virus, he remained silent until his hazard shield and lance feel to the ground with a thud. Shortly afterwards, due to the armor piercing slice, the viral Gallantmon’s body fell to the ground in two pieces once connecting at the chest. With one last gasp of breath he declared, “I am beaten.”
The energy of the dream world left ChaosGallantmon who simply vanished into nothingness, the lost soul banished from the world forever with the conflict drawn to a close. With another victory under his belt, the tired fox walked over to Monica. With a smile on his face he took a sigh of relief before laughing, making light of the previous situation. “Guess I won, huh.”
With the same look of relief and happiness, the joyous Renamon embraced the fox warrior and said, “You mean we won,” before kissing his lips.
Zorromon made no argument considering the heroism the vixen had shown to save him from the shadows. At the moment however, both were just enjoying the well earned kiss before a bright light flashed through the dream world.
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Morning
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“I know, but we survived and still have each other so I have no complaints.” replied Zorromon, embracing the lovely vixen as well.
“Yeah, same here.” As the golden vixen yawned, she moved her head upwards and gave the reynard an affectionate lick before asking, “So Zorro, you thinking what I’m thinking.”
A small laugh was let out by the crimson kitsune before giving another lick in return across Monica’s maw. “I think I like the way you think.”
And so under the morning sun the two mated, cries of unbridled pleasure filling the house while the kitsune strengthened their relationship through the purest act of lust and love with peace returned for now. Thus closes another tale of action, desire, and romance until another day.
The End