Disclaimer/Warning: Since I know everyone “cares” about them, here are the warnings. This story contains sexual material that is unsuitable for those under the age of 18 (or 21 depending on where you live). I do not own Digimon, the people of Toei do. I own my stories and plots though, so think of your own ideas. Mwahahahaha, let there be more Renamon stories!!!
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May I Take This Dance? by Crimson Fox
Darkness reigned over the skies of
Within the apartment, sitting in the living room was a blue scaled dragon, a look of despair in his ruby eyes as he looked at a photo clutched in his hands. He was Veemon, a digital monster and courageous little hero whose normally cheery and friendly personality made it quite a challenge to dislike him. The rookie level dragon was no push over though. His strength allows him to overpower any simple animal and his ability to articulate his thoughts and speak makes him a unique, but fascinating creature. No knowledge or power though could help the dragon from the turmoil cursing his shattered heart. From the artificial light filling the living room, the photo revealed a picture of himself as well as his fellow digimon friends, each worthy of notation for their brave deeds to save their world. Veemon was fixated on one in particular at the moment, a white feline with the purest blue eyes he had ever seen, the image for some reason coaxing out the pain in his aching soul. “Gatomon.”
He placed the photograph down beside him on the burgundy couch, not wanting to see it anymore as he grabbed a remote on the coffee table, trying to distract himself with the entertainment of television. Veemon sighed as he sunk back into the couch as he wished it could have gone differently for him, asking himself why fortune had not smiled more favorably towards him or in his own words, “I can’t believe she choose Patamon, why would she? That pot roast, rolling on in and acting all cute, humph. If only I had been the one she had history with.”
As a news report flashed by the screen, the azure lizard continued his sulking with a sigh, too distressed to even change the channel. As he held his lowered head in his hands, footsteps could be heard from a hall to the side. From the dark passage emerged a goggle wearing boy, garbed in a blue shirt and brown pants. Shaggy brown hair crowned his head as he walked towards the digimon, a knowing look in his brown eyes. “Still down?”
“Who me? No way, Davish? So what if Patamon won Gatomon’s heart, it’s no big deal.” answered Veemon as he tried to sound happy and normal though anyone could tell the rookie was crushed.
Davis, Veemon’s partner and best friend, took a seat next to the dragon as he turned to talk. “Veemon, you don’t need to lie. I know you’re down because…well you know.”
Veemon nodded his head as the flashback rolled through his head, the biting memory of the petit, holy mammal still fresh in his mind. Pangs went through his heart as he recalled how Gatomon had chosen Patamon instead of him, despite his own best efforts. “So what if they’ve known each other longer, so what if he’s cuter than me, so what if he’s smells nice? Where’s the justice Davish, where’s the justice?!”
“Whoa, easy there, dude. It’s not like she’s the only one out there.”
explained
After getting some of the built up anger out of his system, Veemon started to calm his breathing, allowing his body to ease back into a more acceptable demeanor. “Right, I just need to get away from it all. Calm down and forget about her. Davish, do you think that you could open a portal to the digital world for a while, maybe a walk there will help me relax.”
“Sure, no prob. Let’s go.”
Thus, the two were off to
“Huh, why? I thought the fighting days were over.”
“Well, you never know what could happen in the dark alone.”
Hearing the excuse,
“Of course not! I mean, better safe than sorry.” spat out Veemon as he tried to keep a straight face, failing in his endeavor.
“Alright, alright have it your way. DIGIARMOR ENERGIZE!” cried Davis, the D3 in his hand emitting a radiant light.
Focusing the power of the digiegg of courage within the blue device, Veemon felt his body begin to take some dramatic change, mostly in terms of height and power. As the digivolution began, the rookie lizard began his usual chant, “VEEMON ARMOR DIGIVOLVE TO……”
While he spoke, the digital reptile’s body elongated from two to six feet tall, the dragon becoming more anthropoid as his blue scaly hands morphed to allow five fingers for each clawed hand and five toes for each of the feet. His glowing body grew more muscular and his white scaled torso grew slender, giving the dragon a fitter physique. Veemon’s face also become more handsome as it took on a smooth and alluring quality, matching well with his ever present ruby eyes. To further empower the lizard, the digiegg of courage broke into pieces of fiery patterned armor. Sharply clawed boots and gauntlets strapped to his body as kneepads and chest armor followed, fitting well to his toned body. Finally, a fiery helmet with a lone, protruding horn crowned his reptilian head, finishing his transformation from miniature lizard to a powerful dragon of flames. As the light dimmed, the new digimon cried, “…FLAMEDRAMON, THE FIRE OF COURAGE!!!”
Making a fighting pose as he always did after evolution, Flamedramon now stood where Veemon had been, the armored warrior matured in body and mind as he asked in a deeper voice, “Okay Davis, I’m ready. Could you get the portal open?”
“Sure and don’t worry, I’ll keep the computer on for when you’re ready to come back.”
Turning back to his now fully
operational terminal,
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A forest, a labyrinth of thick
vegetation and greens lay before Flamedramon as he emerged from the mysterious
television, the gateway back to the real world.
He breathed in the crisp air, the weather cooler in this area of the
digital world as the dragon got his bearings.
Strange sounds resonated through the dark woods with the awakening of
nocturnal digimon, the wilder and untamed creatures that forever stalk the
night. They preyed on the weak under the
cloak of night, the thick canopy of the forest shielding the denizens of the
dark from the silver glow of the great digital moon above. Flamedramon could tell this was a dangerous
place, but he wouldn’t be deterred lest he be called a coward by
In the least, he was distracted from his troubles concerning Gatomon as he hiked through the trees, piercing red eyes staring between the gaps. Ominously they stared at the dragon, making the pace of his heart grow faster as the uncut path he took grew monotonous, each direction looking the same as the rest. “Maybe I should turn back.”
Figuring he had gotten more than enough fresh air for one night, Flamedramon went back the way he came with the knowledge he had gone in only one direction. A mere two minute walk later, the armor digimon knew the glow of the television should have been close. However, the further he advanced, the more unfamiliar the forest around him became with the portal not in sight after what was far longer than expected. A bad vibe afflicted Flamedramon as he had an odd feeling the darkness of the woods was encompassing his entire being, trying to swallow him alive. The crimson orbs staring him down grew more numerous, unsettling to the dragon as he stifled the urge to panic. Misdirection cursed him as he walked in circles, making him ever more nervous and angry with each passing second, until he snapped with fury. “Where is it?!”
In retrospect, Flamedramon realized the error of his outburst as the nightwalkers surrounding him grew agitated, drawing in closer as the air grew bitter and cold. A shiver ran down the dragon’s spine as the creatures approached, evil laced in their blood red orbs. “Blood…blood…blood…” they moaned as they emerged, white sheeted ghouls that were half the size of Flamedramon.
“Bakemon, and here I thought I had something to worry about.” chuckled the reptilian digimon as he made a fighting stance towards the weak champion digimon.
Despite his apparent confidence the Bakemon made no change in their expression at all, their deep red eyes hollow of emotion as they moaned in blood lust. Flamedramon took no notice though as he smirked, knowing how to end this quickly. “EXPRESS CLAW!!!”
With a lunge of his powerful legs, the armor digimon dashed towards the Bakemon in front of him, swiping the claws of his flame gauntlets downward. A bloodcurdling shriek was let out by the digital specter as it was promptly deleted, but the victory was in vain. For with every one the dragon vanquished another two would emerge from the shadows to take its place. Knowing his strategy of destroying the ghosts one at a time was useless, Flamedramon tried to clear them out at once. He extended his flame gauntlets, aiming towards the oncoming group of viruses. “FIRE ROCKET!!!”
Instantly the power of fire flowed from his fingertips as great streams of flames were fired, striking multiple Bakemon at once. Inevitably, it was a pitiful attempt for the eliminated champions were easily replaced from the seemingly endless horde that was lurking in the shadows of the woods. Flamedramon was growing anxious as he yelled in frustration, “Just how many of you are there?!”
The Bakemon continued their assault as they tried to rip and claw the dragon, relentlessly pursuing the invader of their forest. Dodging and counterattacking, Flamedramon was putting up a valiant effort, but the wretched specters were wearing the brave digimon down. Flamedramon’s muscles ached as he continued to strike down Bakemon after Bakemon only to find the group was not thinning. Running away was not an option for the blue dragon for Bakemon circled the entire area, cutting off any hope of escape. After what seemed like hours under the perpetual darkness, Flamedramon panted in exhaustion as he tried to defend himself, out of energy for any more attacks. A desperate look was in his ruby eyes as looked at the enduring opposition. “I can’t die like this.”
While he blocked the Bakemon ahead of him, some of the spirits from behind emerged, shrieking, “ZOMBIE CLAW!!!”
With the surprise attack and the armor digimon’s exhaustion, the blow was too much for the unfortunate digimon as he fell to the earth, the mossy forest floor about to be his tomb. At least thirty Bakemon were circling around him with many still lurking in the comforts of shadows, all sealing the fire dragon’s fate as they started leeching his body of blood. That is until Flamedramon’s fortunes changed for the better. From the trees a figure obscured by shadow emerged, arms folded as she yelled out, “DIAMOND STORM!!!”
As she released her arms, a barrage of razor sharp knives struck and scattered the Bakemon swarm for the moment, dislodging from their reptilian prey. It was the last thing Flamedramon saw before drifting into unconsciousness from exhaustion and from blood loss.
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A few hours later, Flamedramon started to awaken with his energy amazingly restored for he was able to sit up from the bed of leaves he was on, an uncomfortable substitute for a real mattress. However, the dragon was not concerned with that as took a look around to find himself not in the middle of the woods, but in some sort of tree hollow. A circular space, the hollow was large enough to serve as a room for even a digimon his size. It seemed someone was living here as he took note of the shelves lined with all sorts of herbs, the makeshift bed of leaves he was on, and the stump in the corner filled with water. Indeed, the whole rustic dwelling reeked of desperation as Flamedramon stood and approached the opening back into the woods, hoping he could find out who lived in the tree. It was likely them who had saved him from certain doom as he left the confines of the old, impressive tree and scanned the outside world. He was met with surprise as he found himself in front of a roaring fire with a figure sitting near it for warmth. The illumination the flames provided allowed Flamedramon to see the figure was some sort of golden furred fox, female based on the scent he picked up. She appeared quite attractive to the dragon, his eyes scanning her golden fur along with the creamy white fur on her chest, paws, and the tip of her fluffy, twitching tail. Upon further inspection she appeared to be about his size and wore purple gloves with the yin yang symbol of balance. What was most striking about Renamon though were her eyes, a pair of strikingly beautiful sapphires in pools of obsidian. The watcher of the flames looked to her guest with those eyes and let out a sigh of relief. “Good, you’re awake. I was afraid they had taken too much blood, but I see those herbs worked wonders on you.”
“Yeah, I feel like a million digibucks,” began Flamedramon as he took a seat next to his savior before saying, “Thanks for getting me out of there.”
“Of course, I wasn’t just going to let them delete you. My name’s Renamon by the way.” the kitsune answered as she looked into the dragon’s ruby eyes.
“Great, I’m Flamedramon. So what was up with those Bakemon? I’ve never even seen them with red eyes and they just kept coming.”
“You can’t kill those Bakemon because of the spell their master has cast. In fact, escape from the Twilight Woods is impossible because of the magic their master has over this forest. It misguides any poor soul that enters with illusions so that they are led towards the Bakemon. Then, they feast on anything that crosses their path. Only the light like the fire burning here drives them away, moonlight has no effect as you saw.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll just go beat up their master and we’ll be free. I’ve got the fire right here.” proclaimed the azure lizard with confidence.
However, the Renamon shook her head, her knowledge of the subject making her forget about any hope of salvation. “Flamedramon, I’ve fought their master and was nearly deleted. He isn’t just any ordinary Bakemon like those brain-dead servants. LordBakemon’s an ultimate and even though he’s weak for his level, he still holds great power and can keep reviving his fellow Bakemon again and again.”
“No problem, I’m an armor level which puts me at about the same level as a weak ultimate. If we work together it will be cake.”
Renamon did not share the same enthusiasm unfortunately as she uttered, “Even so, this is his domain. He’s lived here for some time now and knows many tricks. It’s nearly hopeless.”
“Renamon, it’s not impossible and I know that if we team up we can beat him. I promise you that.”
“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.” the digital vixen suggested until she looked into the dragon’s red eyes and saw the fire burning deep within his soul, the courage in his heart.
“Then it’s a good thing I always keep a promise.” retorted Flamedramon as he stood ready to fight.
She was still unsure, but that firm bravery he held was inspiring, the first ray of hope she had seen in some time. The courage he held was infectious, his words coaxing the vixen’s self-confidence. (“He’s really determined. Maybe with that spirit we can beat them.”)
Fear was still circulating through her body, but a forgotten emotion stirred again as well as she watched the dragon walk towards the woods. With his deep, alluring voice he asked, “Coming?”
“I suppose you won’t change your mind either way, will you? Fine, I will show you the way.”
Flamedramon had a slight grin on his face as he saw the vixen arise from the fire’s side, the rookie’s courage starting to reemerge. With Renamon serving as the guide, the two were able to make their way through the woods with her keen sight able to evade the basic illusions and stray Bakemon lurking about. They kept quiet to prevent detection from their enemies, only swiftly hiking to advance closer to the leader of the Bakemon horde. Through brush and twisted trees they went, no red eyes locked on to them yet. Only small slivers of moonlight poked through the holes in the canopy, the two relying on their enhanced vision to find their way. Deeper they ventured into the forest as the trees gradually became leafless and dead allowing the sky to be seen again, though the moonlight only served to enhance the aura of eeriness emitted from the Twilight Woods. The mossy forest floor grew barren like the dead bark as a chanting could be heard in the distance. The air grew colder from the supernatural hold on the area, the heart of the devious mischief near. Hiding behind what might have once been a mighty digital oak, Flamedramon and Renamon went over their battle plan. “Okay, Renamon if we can draw out their leader, I can focus on him and end it all. Can you make a distraction for those other guys?”
“Sure, my Diamond Storm should be enough to get their attention. Just be careful, okay. LordBakemon is trickier than he appears.”
“You too, try and stay safe.”
Flamedramon’s plan was simple, but he believed the simplest plans are the best and he knew Renamon could outrun those Bakemon considering she had saved him. They snuck closer, dashing from tree to tree in order to maintain their concealment. In the distance, they could see the majority of the Bakemon in a barren clearing, circling around some obscured subject in the center as if it were a séance and could hear their raspy voices.
“Hahaha, those stupid digimon. I love the look on their faces when we scare them with that whole blood routine.”
“Bah, the data’s the best part. Just look how strong we are, those fools can’t even kill us.”
“Yeah, that dragon is such a fathead, just like the rest that wander into our playground. If that bitch hadn’t of shown up we’d be nice and full right now.”
While the white sheeted monsters were distracted by their banter, the two spies moved into position for their sneak attack. As they listened for an opening, a different voice spoke from the center, having a deeper and more malicious tone laced in the words. “Now don’t you all worry about that, those half-wits can’t stand up to all of us. We’ll scare the data right out of them.”
Thinking of the fresh data that was ripe of the picking the head spirit chortled, still hidden by his minions who cackled along side their number one. Hearing all the Bakemon laugh, Renamon knew this was the perfect moment to strike. She jumped out from behind the tree with her arms folded, to prepare to attack. No one heard or saw her until it was too late, as she released her arms. “DIAMOND STORM!!!”
At once a wave of knives rained down on the virus, the deleted ghosts revived by their master, though in the least they were indeed distracted. LordBakemon yelped in surprise as he shouted out, “It’s the bitch! Get her, get her now!”
The whole Bakemon entourage was quick to assemble and chase Renamon who led them away using her agile speed and reflexes. That left LordBakemon wide upon to Flamedramon who started his own attack from up high. Illuminated only by the soft glow of the moon, Flamedramon could see LordBakemon looked almost the same as his lackeys. He was a little wider around the middle, his sheet was a ghastly white, and the most obvious difference of all was the ebony witch’s hat crowned on his head. Despite being unimpressed by the supped up specter, Flamedramon continued his full assault with, “FIRE ROCKET!!!”
LordBakemon heard this and immediately dashed, faster than Flamedramon had anticipated, leaving the sheeted ghoul with only a few singe mark on the tail of his torn, white veil. “You fucker, you toasted my body! I’m gonna keelhaul ya!”
“If you can catch me, EXPRESS CLAW!!!” cried Flamedramon as he lunged towards the enraged digimon.
With a grunt, LordBakemon was flung by the quick strike, not expecting such speed. Flamedramon slapped his forehead in embarrassment for the ultimate struggling to get up as he asked, “This is just plain sad. I thought you were supposed to be tough.”
“Tough, tough, I’ll give you tough boy, TOMBSTONE TERROR!!!”
In an instant, a great tombstone materialized in LordBakemon’s claws, which was promptly launched towards Flamedramon. The dragon quickly rolled to the left as the heavy rock flew by. “Ha, you’ll have to do better than…”
But Flamedramon didn’t get a chance to finish that statement for the grave marker showed its true colors and exploded from behind, pelting the dragon’s backside with pieces of the tombstone. The armor digimon groaned as he barely maintained being knocked down from the attack as he realized, (“So this guy is all offense. That means if I can get an opening…”)
“What, you’re still standing! I’ll make sure you stay down for good! PANDEMONIUM!!!”
LordBakemon extended his blue claws from his torn white cloak and fired two columns of fire, blazing infernos that impressed even the fire dragon, who narrowly avoided being burnt to cinders by the row of flames. Flamedramon was driven back by the wicked ghoul who had a devilish grin upon his face. “Ha, can’t get me now!”
“That’s what you think.” replied Flamedramon with his usual confident smirk as he made a brave charge towards the specter.
“Such fantastic idiocy! But if this is how you want it, PANDEMONIUM!!!”
A second set of volcanic blasts were fired towards Flamedramon, the hellfire sure to incinerate even the fiery blue dragon. However, Flamedramon was a good cut higher on the intellect scale than his opponent and the armor digimon had a few special tricks with fire. “FLAME SHIELD!!!” he cried as an aura of fire surrounded his form, protecting his body from the ultimate’s blaze and allowing him to get in close.
Shock and worry were quick to consume the ghost’s expression as he started to scramble, screaming, “No, no, no stay away, get back!”
“No way!” proclaimed Flamedramon as he gave LordBakemon a good wallop on the noggin, leaving a nasty burn on the virus’s head and hat, searing his ripped cloth.
Writhing in pain on the barren floor of the dead woods, the ultimate hissed as agony filled every chamber of his body. Hate and revenge consumed his thoughts as he lay on the ground. Cautiously Flamedramon approached, wondering if the ghost was truly dying. His suspicion was unfortunately correct as the virus glowed an eerie crimson, matching the glow of his eyes. With a shrill shriek, LordBakemon bellowed, “BAKEMON ASSEMBLE!!!”
Meanwhile, outside of the barren clearing, Renamon had been bounding from tree to tree, leading the Bakemon servants astray until her keen ears picked up the leader’s shriek. At once, the Bakemon ceased their pursuit and stood motionless, almost as if in a trance. The vixen looked in awe as they started to vanish as she tried to regain their attention. “Hey over here bakas!”
Her words were unheard as the Bakemon used their spectral powers to teleport to their master, leaving Renamon in a panic as she feared where the viruses were heading. Using her own kitsune magics to teleport, Renamon was close behind the blood lusting ghouls. A second later, the golden kitsune found herself by Flamedramon who was now stepping back from the swarm of ghosts converging towards their fallen master. The sapphire eyes of Renamon were opened wide with worry as she moved with Flamedramon. “Oh no, they’re joining together.”
“(So this is why she was so scared.) Renamon, is he going to…”
“Get bigger, yes he is. This is why I couldn’t beat him, because with all of the Bakemon combined his true power is unleashed. Flamedramon, how are we going to stop him?”
“C’mon, he just had some good attacks by himself, he probably still has a glass jaw, probably.” the azure dragon said with uncertainty as the Bakemon piled atop each other, beginning to melt into a white mass where LordBakemon lay.
As with the head spirit, the mass began to glow a bloody red as well as they fused together, starting to take the same shape as LordBakemon with a larger gut and deeper red eyes. The colossus laughed with twisted joy as he bellowed from ten stories high, “Fe fi fo fum, guess who?”
Flamedramon took a fighting stance, confident as ever as he said, “Man, and I thought he was fat before.”
With a renewed fury in his crimson eyes, LordBakemon hollered, “I’m not fat, the moonlight adds ten pounds! Bah, I’ve had enough of you weaklings, you’re mine!”
“Flamedramon, wait. That won’t…oh boy.”
Renamon took a sigh as the azure lizard dashed towards the oversized spirit with his Express Claw, but rather than tearing through the sheet, Flamedramon found himself being flung by the virus’s great girth. As the dragon bounced off and landed several feet back, he growled in frustration as the Bakemon king chuckled. “Damn, it’s like punching dough.”
“It’s exactly what happened to my Diamond Storm when I fight him the first time. They couldn’t get past all that fat.” replied Renamon as she ran to the armor digimon.
“Ah, perfect, now I’ll finish you two together, TOMBSTONE TERROR!!!”
Rather than fire another missile proportionate to his size, LordBakemon was now able to fire a whole graveyard’s worth of his special tombstones, a chilling sight. Renamon knew it would be the end if they were caught in the explosive’s path as she quickly grasped the dragon’s wrist, teleporting the two behind the ghost lord and his barrage. As a flurry of rocks and fire rained down where the heroes had been, LordBakemon cackled in victory thinking the two were nothing more than data now. Meanwhile, behind a dead tree just outside of the clearing, the fox and dragon were using every ounce of brainpower they possessed to formulate a plan. Unfortunately, Flamedramon was the armor warrior of courage, not knowledge as he asked, “Well, any ideas?”
Scratching her head, Renamon went into deep thought as she pondered many scenarios, until a light bulb went off in her head. “Maybe, but it’s too risky. You could get hurt.”
“Don’t worry, I don’t bruise easy.”
The sapphire blue eyes of the vixen softened as her heart drummed faster with concern for the digital dragon that was willing to fight for her, “Flamedramon, I’m serious, this is almost suicide.”
“I promised you I’d set you free and I don’t plan on breaking it. Besides, suicide, been there done that. Now what’s your plan?”
As her eyes made contact with his ruby orbs, the vixen could feel that fiery courage again, the strong will that raged in the digimon’s soul. She knew Flamedramon was willing to fight to the end for what he believed in and knew he wouldn’t be sent awry by any danger. Giving to his desire to defeat LordBakemon at any costs, she spoke out her plan. Indeed, it was quite daring, for it involved Renamon distracting him with her Diamond Storm, while Flamedramon’s job would be to charge in from behind. Then, sneaking under his colossal body, Flamedramon would fire his Fire Rockets up his sheet, effective burning his body from the core. “But the trick is that if he catches you, then you’ll have nowhere to run from his fire attack or his bombs.”
“Then, I’ll just have to be fast.”
Hearing his response, Renamon was suddenly stricken with regret as she hugged the dragon as if he were going to disappear. “Flamedramon, no, if you do this you’re going to get deleted.”
The white scales of Flamedramon’s face crimsoned as the furry digimon held him tight with her eyes on the verge of tears. Returning the favor, the blue dragon whispered in her ear, “We’ll get through this together.”
With a flutter of her heart, the vixen’s blue eyes looked into Flamedramon’s red ones, the passion buried for so long unleashed. Feeling the strong emotions in the air, the two digimon’s lips neared, nearly to the point of kiss until fate’s casual hand interrupted. A roar from LordBakemon rang out as he realized there was no data to be found, his prey hiding from him. “So hiding, are you? Well let’s see you hide from this, PANDEMONIUM!!!”
Unlike his Cemetery Bombs which were multiplied, his twin streams of fire increased in size as they shot just to the right of the duo, a wildfire being the result as flames devoured the dry wood of the dead trees. The scenario quickly took the likeness of hell, relentless flames spreading the rest of the forest as Flamedramon and Renamon broke their embrace, focusing on LordBakemon. While the swift dragon made his way around, Renamon began her assault, aiming for the virus’s crimson eyes as she yelled, “DIAMOND STORM!!!”
With a wicked laugh, LordBakemon unleashed his blue claws and blocked the swarm of knives, the rookie attack too weak for the ultimate. “Fool, when will you learn you can’t beat me and that you’ll never escape?! Give up!”
However, as the cautious vixen saw Flamedramon approach the hovering ghost from behind, she threw off the chains and fetters of fear. “No! I won’t give up, not anymore! I won’t give up because there’s someone who I believe in and who believes in me!”
“Well, aren’t we brave? Perhaps we should test it. Perish,
Another array of the grave markers flew from the specter’s blue hands, seeking Renamon. While the vulpine digimon started dodging and distracting the massive poltergeist, Flamedramon was now making his way towards LordBakemon from the backside, ready to make his surprise attack. As he heard some of the grey headstones explode, he hoped Renamon’s speed would protect her as he neared his goal. Rocks flew in all directions of the bombs as Flamedramon saw a few pieces of gravestone fly by his feet. The blasts continued for a few minutes until Flamedramon heard a scream, a cry of agony clearly coming from Renamon. A pang ran through his heart as her sounds of suffering rang out through the battlefield, strengthening his resolve to finish the virus once and for all. He closed the gap as LordBakemon made a boastful chuckle, the spirit unaware Flamedramon was now under his hovering form. “This is for Renamon! FIRE ROCKET!!!”
“Huh, what the?!” cried the evolved Bakemon as the mysteriously empty space under his cloak expanded with the inferno the dragon had fired.
His already bloated form grew wider as more fire filled his border, giving him in a sense a case of severe heartburn as he groaned in pain. Like a balloon, LordBakemon was expanding beyond the limits of the torn, white cloak. Near bursting, a few ripping sounds could be heard from the virus though his cloak only showed the burn marks. “Ha, you can’t defeat me, you don’t have the stomach for it boy!”
Flamedramon did not waver though as he used every ounce of his energy to avenge Renamon, whose fate he did not know. Sweat was dripping down from within the armored dragon’s helmet as he did not know how much more fire he could generate, but determination still pumped through his body as they heavy stream endured. Luckily for the courageous digimon, the end was near as LordBakemon reached his limit and with a booming pop, reverted back to his original size as he and his minions fell back to the digital earth. Burned and overpowered, the Bakemon remained on the ground as Flamedramon searched out the crowd for one in particular. In the center of the heap of spirits with his witch hat fallen to its side was the Bakemon king, toasted from the dragon and explosion. The dragon knew it would not be over until he finished them and lifted the spell. With one silent Fire Rocket, LordBakemon was sent to digital hell, followed by his vanishing servants whose existence was only maintained by their leader and his spell. At once, the effects of the ghost king were lifted like a fog, the wildfire he had caused ceased with his data banished and the illusions cast upon the forest were vanquished. Indeed, Twilight Woods now had a chance to return to normal, the silver glow of the moon and stars just a little brighter as the early hours of the morning began. This was of no concern to Flamedramon however, as he cried out, “Renamon! Renamon, answer me!”
In distance, lying on the ground was the vixen who was now free, her battered form not moving. Fear that she was dead filled every cell of the azure digimon’s body, cursing himself that he allowed her to get into harm’s way. With a burst of speed he rushed over, kneeling down and taking her gloved wrist to feel for a pulse. Relief ran through the dragon’s system as he felt the beat of life, He let out a sigh as knew that Renamon was safe and would be fine, her body showing no signs of serious damage. Knowing she deserved a place to rest and relax after the torment she had endured in the woods, Flamedramon gently lifted the unconscious kitsune in his arms. His promise fulfilled he started to walk away from the battlefield and for home, cradling the golden furred vixen. “It’s okay, sleep Renamon: the nightmare is over.”
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“Ugh, what happened?” groaned Renamon as she felt her body awaken again as she asked herself, “Am I dead?”
“Nope, still among the living.” a voice answered with a cheery tone.
“Hmmm, Flamedramon?” Renamon looked around to see she was in a bed, quite comfortable after her time sleeping on leaves on the filthy floor of that tree.
She seemed to be in some sort of bedroom, filled with objects and wonders her digital eyes had never laid eyes on such as the soccer ball and computer in the corner. The room had a slight stale stench to it, but for the most part it cozy. A pleasant smile was on her lips as she asked, “So is this a dream?”
The blue dragon sat down next to
the vixen sleeping under the blue covers in
Renamon shivered a little as she felt the hot flesh of the blue scaled dragon who had apparently taken off his gauntlets though the rest of his armor was still strapped on. “Then this means…”
“Yep, he’s gone and you’re free. You slept for two days after that explosion and I’ve done everything to make sure you recovered quickly.”
Indeed, after taking a quick rest for himself, Veemon had returned with Renamon, reverting back to his evolved state to better care for the vixen. The golden furred kitsune nodded her head as she thought of how now that LordBakemon was gone that there was no need for him to stay by her side. “Thank you Flamedramon for everything. I feel better now so I suppose I should leave. I wouldn’t want to be a burden.”
With a small grunt, Renamon tried to raise herself from the bed only to feel the energy from her body fail, her form about to fall backwards until she felt Flamedramon’s strong five fingered hands catch her, gently lowering her back to the bed. “Renamon, you’re not a burden and besides you know that I couldn’t have won without your help either, we did it together. Now you need your rest, okay.”
Knowing there was nothing she could do even if she wanted to leave she nodded her head as she slipped under the blue covers again as Flamedramon got up and took a seat next to the bed. A quizzical look ran across the vixen’s visage as she questioned the dragon. “Aren’t you going to leave?”
“No, unless you want me to.”
“It’s okay, I want you to stay, but I just want to know one thing, why did you do all this? You could have just left me there and been on your way.”
“Don’t even think like that, I wouldn’t just leave someone there and as for why I did it…well I know you must have been miserable. You were trapped in those woods for so long and I didn’t want you to suffer anymore.”
“So it was pity then?” A sigh was released from her muzzle as she formed a premature conclusion in her head.
A streak of pink crossed the white scales on the evolved dragon’s face as he tried to reassure her it was something more. “No, no, it wasn’t pity… it was, well I really don’t know how to say it.”
After her time in the wilds, Renamon was not sure what Flamedramon was driven at with his ambiguous explanation as she asked innocently, “Say what?”
“Um, I really don’t know how you’d take it. Hell, I’m not even sure if I understand it completely.”
“Please Flamedramon, tell me the truth, I want to know why you saved me.”
The air in the room filled with tension for the fiery dragon as he made sure to think before he acted. Drumming with greater vigor, his heart was growing anxious with the feelings within before he spat it out all at once. “Well, I…I have a crush on you. There I said it, but I’m guessing you’re not interested, right?”
Renamon could hardly believe it, the shy fox unsure how to answer. “You…like me?”
As she thought more and more about those words, the vixen’s heart fluttered as she used her energy to sit up and look right into the red eyes of the dragon before her. There was a collage of emotions circulating through her body, but they all pointed in one general direction as she hugged the digimon that had set her free. “Oh, Flamedramon, this is so sudden, but I think I feel the same. You helped me find my courage and the way you held me like this, I want to be with you like this, my hero.”
“You mean it?” asked Flamedramon with the sincere hope that it was not a masquerade or some cruel joke of the cosmos.
The cute vixen nodded her head as Flamedramon’s heart burst with joy, the warrior of courage not holding back as he returned the embrace. Both held each other tightly once more as they knew this was what they truly wanted. Their eyes met, ruby looking into sapphires and vice versa as the dragon spoke, “Renamon, before I wasn’t sure if I’d ever find another womon that was right for me, but with you in my arms and those eyes I feel happy, happier than I’ve ever been. Oh jeez, I sound like a total dork now.”
“No, no, I think its sweet, every word of it. And I feel the same about you, those beautiful red eyes and that handsome face, and just that way you hold me, it’s all I want.”
Passion filled the air as they felt that sting of Cupid’s arrow in their bodies, both captured in an awkward moment of staring into the other’s eyes. No longer hindered by battle or fear, both leaned in closer and closer as their hearts drummed with a magnificent tempo. Then, with nothing left to separate their desire they began a true kiss, a lip lock laced with romance as fur met with scales on that bed. The two digimon knew now they wanted the other more than everything, that electric feel in their bodies was proof enough. They shivered with excitement as they let their instincts take over as they kissed deeper with their embrace growing stronger by the second. An aura of golden warmth encompassed the newfound lovers as the air grew hot with the sounds of their mouths at work. Magic rippled through their skin as their union went on for what seemed like ages for the two as Flamedramon made a bold move and slipped his thin, reptilian tongue out. The pink invader slipped into the fox womon’s muzzle and started tasting her exotic flavor within. Renamon gasped with surprise, enjoying the dragon’s boldness as she let her canine tongue dance and slurp at the dragon’s muscle. Saliva was swapped with vigor as let herself fall to the bed dragging Flamedramon with her as they made out on that bed. No longer did the vixen’s heart beat with pain and fear but with blissful love as she melted under the sexy, blue dragon atop her body. As for Flamedramon, well the feelings were mutual as he felt the rejection from Gatomon slip from his body as he focused all his energy on the womon under him. Raging infernos swelled in their bodies as the blue dragon’s explored more of the vixen’s orifice, carefully feeling the sharp canines in her mouth and savoring the warm, slick tongue within. The desire in their bodies was starting to fog their sense as their bodies rubbed together, smooth scales against silky soft fur, grinding together in their tight embrace. Flamedramon felt the small of the vixen’s back before lower and lower until he was above her waist. The armored dragon was still respectful enough though to not feel her buttocks without her consent, instead heading for her fluffy tail and caressing the base. At once, Renamon opened her mouth and gasped in pleasure, the dragon sending electricity through her sensitive spot. “Oh, Flamedramon, yeah keep rubbing that.”
Their kiss was broken as Renamon drowned in sensations flooding her body as she feel deeper into the dragon’s rubbing. A lusty smirk was over her lips as she urged him on while her hands got to work, the creamy paw feeling the dragon’s armor and removing the fiery chest plate. Feeling his body become exposed, Flamedramon asked, “What are you doing?”
Shame instantly crossed her face as she tried to apologize to the dragon she thought she had offended. “Please forgive me, I went too far. I thought…”
However, Renamon was met with a chuckle as Flamedramon felt her tail again while saying, “Allow me.”
Tremor of ease and pleasure filled her coffers once more as she observed Flamedramon using his free hand to remove his helmet and kicked off his boots with his clawed feet. Now only wearing the arm buckles on his biceps, Renamon could fully see the muscular dragon above her, becoming more enamored by his sexy body and face. Quivers shot through her fur as Flamedramon removed her purple gauntlets and threw them to the floor with his armor, feeling the creamy fur of the paws with his free hand. More pressing to the kitsune though was the tail rubbing and eye candy she was experiencing, causing her to blush once more under her golden fur as she leaned in and licked his cheek seductively, wanting to feel more of her hero. Shivers of eagerness ran down the dragon’s spine as he wondered how far she was willing to go. An alluring smirk was across her muzzle as she lapped at the azure lizard’s face, occasionally planting a kiss and a nip at the dragon, each time sending an extra wave of sparks through the evolved warrior. The relaxed look on her lover was all the encouragement Renamon needed as she starting trailing her kisses lower, tasting the smooth flesh of Flamedramon’s neck. The courageous digimon was enthralled by the cute vixen and her tender tasting, wanting her to feel the same as he continued rubbing her tail and used the remaining hand to give an extra thrill. He aimed for her chest fur, digging through the white fluff until he felt her C-cup breasts, driving the girl wild as her ravenous appetite for flesh grew. While Flamedramon alternated between kneading each of her dirty pillows, Renamon began her own drive on Flamedramon’s chests, licking at the taut, muscular frame. A fresh wave of goose bumps rushed through the dragon’s system as his tail wagged furiously from above, the love bites driving him to near madness as he wondered how far she was going to take her teasing. Of course, his thoughts were slowly becoming incoherent as Renamon traced her pink muscle around his bellybutton and sent a pulse through Flamedramon as he cried, “Damn, just like that baby.”
Both were becoming overwhelmed by sexual urges as they looked at each other with hungry eyes, Renamon continuing her way downward towards his waist while Flamedramon turned both of his hands towards the cute, little ass below. He groped the tender flesh as he relished the look of pleasure on the vixen’s face before she returned to licking just above the pouch. Flamedramon trembled as the golden kitsune continued on, flicking her tongue across the tender flesh of his sheath while the dragon gripped the sheets below them. Clenching his teeth, the blue dragon panted as Renamon took long, hard licks at his loins, his member coaxed out of hiding. Inch by inch the red meat became unsheathed, filling with blood as Flamedramon began to sweat with anticipation. Hearing his sounds of satisfaction, Renamon continued the heavy petting as she licked the monhood like a lollypop. Lust was consuming the azure dragon’s mind as he craved more of that magical tongue and the hot breath against his pride. Renamon marveled as the meatstick grew until it was hard and stiff at a thick nine inches, the reptile’s phallus pulsating with desire. However, in an unexpected move, she stopped as her head rose back to her bedmate’s and declared, “Flamedramon, I think I need an extra boost if we’re going to…mate.”
The dragon whimpered a little as he felt his saliva drenched rod, his libido at a peak, but he managed to hide his anger as he tried to think straight. “Alright, but you asked for it, my vixen.” the blue dragon winked as he understood what she wanted, licking his lips as he prepared to start his own little exploration of Renamon’s body.
Rather than start up higher, Flamedramon bit the bullet as his mouth went straight for her furry rack, while he continued squishing her buttocks down below. The vulpine digimon squirmed as she allowed the dragon to do all the work, her hormones at work as she let herself open up at last. Truly she was in heaven as those strong, securing hands felt her backside and that wonderful, hot mouth dug through her fur and suckled on her left knocker. Her mind was filling with dirty images as she wondered what Flamedramon would feel like inside of her. Sure enough in her heat cycles, the vixen had her fill of sexual romps before her isolation in those woods as she recalled those incredible nights, but lonely mornings. But now as she looked into the eyes of the one who set her free, the kitsune knew this was the one, the one who would stand by her no matter and do anything to make her happy. She let out light moans and yips as Flamedramon fondled her butt cheeks in a swirling pattern while he began twirling his thin tongue across her stomach and the bellybutton concealed under the fur. “Oooh, Flamey, go lower!” she gasped as her body lusted for the dragon to touch her nether regions.
Flamedramon did as she commanded, his tongue traveling down her lean stomach and towards her furry crotch, which Renamon gave easy access to as she straddled her long, perfectly curved thighs. Using his nose to sniff out her musky hole, Flamedramon tasted the outer folds of the vixen and brought her to whole other world of pleasure and forbidden delights. Renamon cried in pure satisfaction as Flamedramon started swirling his tongue about her vaginal lips while breathing hot air over her snatch, every second driving the vixen’s mind foggy as she wished to be taken right there and then. All that came out though was moans of rapture as precum started seep out of her honey hole, much like the drip of pre on Flamedramon’s rock hard erection from above. Flamedramon continued the oral sex though as he tasted and savored the lemon flavor of the fox’s juices, drowning the digital kitsune in pool of sensation. The dragon was growing lustier by the moment though as the intoxicating aroma of the vixen’s musk filled his nostrils, keeping his organ hard as he munched her red carpet, his tongue entering the swollen pussy. At once, a deluge of new pleasure washed over Renamon as she let out, “Oh yeah Flamey, eat me, take me, gawds!”
Every word and every satisfied moan was music to Flamedramon’s ears as he poked his muscle further into the fox’s tunnel, the blush under her sweating fur growing stronger. Heat encompassed her form as she felt his thin, but strong tongue invade her tight passage. The armor leveled dragon greedily continued slurping up her juices while rubbing up against her slick innards, making sure to graze all the rosy red flesh within. Her walls closed in around the forked muscle as it slithered amidst her honey hole, wanting nothing more than to drive the pink snake in further. Tension and desires were going rampant as instinct took of the lusty vixen, her hips thrusting up upwards against the dragon’s face. Flamedramon tried his best to stay in line with her erratic humps while eating out her skin folds, continuing the spell of rhapsody he had cast on his lover. By this point his face was fully buried in her loins as the musky stench of sex filled the entire room as the sun shone down on the two from the window, the only light as Flamedramon drove Renamon closer and closer to her peak. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as the fire in her body overwhelmed her senses, her instincts and desire going mad. With a few last humps and a string of orgasmic gasps, the vixen cried out, “Yes, I gonna…gonna cummmm!!!”
A pure jolt of pleasure shot through Renamon as a load of her girlcum sprayed all over Flamedramon’s face, drenching the blue dragon in her honey. Flamedramon was quick to lap up the lemon flavored sex juices, an exotic delicacy he savored as he guzzled all he could. Meanwhile, the golden vixen panted as she felt her body rock from her peak, the feeling far stronger than her masturbations in the forest now that she had someone else pleasuring her. However, even though she had been satisfied she knew it would be selfish not let Flamedramon have a turn as she gasped, “Flamedramon, I think I’m ready.”
A knowing grin was on his face as he knew his dick was about to get a one-way trip to pleasure town, but as he moved his body back into the missionary position a nagging thought hounded him, his lusty body still holding out concern for the fox. “Wait, I don’t want to cause you to, well you know.”
Puzzled, Renamon wondered way he wasn’t having his way with her until she caught on, the bashful pink hidden under her fur growing redder as she thought of miniature versions of herself and the dragon. “Oh, I can’t get pregnant until heat season, but that doesn’t mean I can’t repay my hero.”
Flamedramon chuckled as he looked down the body of the girl completely infatuated with him, her sexy form beckoning to him and his hard meat. “Well I can’t refuse that offer.”
The vixen’s heart drummed eagerly as she awaited the well endowed dragon, his face meeting her in a lusty stare while his hips got into position. Slowly he lowered his nether regions as if to draw out the suspense for Renamon as he took her lips to his own. Renamon melted into the heated kiss as she tasted his scaly lips once more as Flamedramon’s penis approached its target. The head of the red thickness rubbed against her outer folds, still drenched with some of her juice and the blue dragon’s saliva. Renamon took a deep breath as she felt the hot meatstick poking at her, almost teasing her as she felt the dragon’s forked tongue enter her maw. She happily accepted as their muscles did the tango, but her concentration was quickly interrupted when she felt the dragon slip his monhood into her vulva. Her pussy muscles clinched the thick meat, giving both shockwaves of pleasure, the union of their privates nearly indescribable. Renamon relished the feeling of being filled up by the strapping digimon above her and Flamedramon couldn’t get over the feel of her slick tunnel squeezing at his dick. Flamedramon was using every once of restraint not to ravage her brutally right there and then as he slowly dived in further, grunting as the vixen’s sticky folds enticed him to fuck her like an animal. The vulpine digimon trembled under his weight and the warm meat pushing and spreading apart her insides as it rubbed against her nerves, eliciting lusty moans from the furry digimon as she intensified their frenching. She dominated over the dragon’s thin tongue and decided to explore his mouth this time, tasting the addictive flavor of her bedmate’s orifice as they made love. Tender flesh grinded together in a fantastic friction as Flamedramon buried his blessed phallus deeper into the juicy love hole, freshly wet with the fox’s second load of precum.
Together they groaned in mutual satisfaction over the most basic form of love and lust intertwined in vibrant sensation. Saliva was greedily swapped as Flamedramon hilted the vixen, feeling no resistance but he didn’t care as his ruby eyes looked into the fox womon’s eyes filled with want for him, those bewitching sapphires. He stopped for a moment to take in the feel of his nine-incher encompassed by her hot, swollen vagina, holding his dick like an inescapable vice. Not that he had any intention of stopping. Renamon let out a fresh moan as she felt that delightful fullness slip away as his prick arose to half length, quivering of the feel of her bowels against his man meat. Her cries of joyous lust did not there however for Flamedramon began dipping his thick pride in again, his own precum capping the head of his pulsating monhood. The stench of sweat and sex spread throughout the room as Flamedramon started a steady pumping into the golden furred bitch, both grunting from their union as the sun outside rose to high noon. Sticky sounds of his thrusting endured while the dragon gradually increased the tempo, the slapping of his balls and their hips becoming more evident. Both were fogged down with their sexual desires as Flamedramon was losing to the fight to keep sane while Renamon let her instincts take over, her hips humping against her intruder once more. Towering flames burned in their bodies as Flamedramon let loose his self-control, showing his incredible endurance as he pounded the vixen like a jackhammer. Renamon made no complaints and only moved to strengthen their French kiss, tracing every area of the dragon’s mouth with her saliva. Enthralled by their craving for the other, both allowed themselves to drift into primal need, any trace of inhibition thrown to the wayside. Flamedramon used every ounce of his energy to screw the accepting kitsune below, her swollen pussy muscles tightly wrapped around his red boner. Beastly thrusts were given by the blue dragon as his heart pounded, the overwhelming sensations bringing him close to his peak. His blue scaled balls tightened as their keeper gave one last burst of energy, the two lovers bouncing on the bed from force. Finally, heralded by his wordless cry of satisfaction, the azure reptile burst his load of hot white cum into the vixen, coating her walls and their crotches in his sticky essence.
Ravaged by his thick, filling thrusts and the feel of the dragon juice in her womb, Renamon’s love tunnel rippled as she screamed her second orgasmic cry into Flamedramon’s mouth. Her nectar coated the once armored digimon’s monhood, mixing their juices in a thick pool as they broke their kiss. Together they panted from their intercourse, neither regretting their decision as they lay together on those sheets, dirtied by their sweaty sex. They rolled to their sides, still connected by the limp reptilian cock still inside her twat. Their expressive eyes met in delight, the rubies and sapphires in a blissful stare as they cuddled together, the digital creatures basking in their warmth as their exhaustion became apparent. Renamon nuzzled against the dragon’s strong chest as she was the first to drift to grogginess, the double orgasm too much for the recovering vixen. “Thank you, Flamedramon. That was wonderful.”
“Hmmm, what happened to Flamey?” joked the blue dragon as he hugged the fox womon to his body, the soft fur against his scales making him content.
“Oh, I forgot I said that. Well then, good night Flamey.” wished Renamon as she kissed his chest one more time before letting herself fall into a tranquil slumber, a satisfied grin on her muzzle.
Flamedramon matched her expression as he eased against her inviting fur and let his spent body take a rest, closing his eyes to join his mate in the world of dreams. Soon enough, both were sleeping peacefully under the rays of the sun, the stench of their essence lingering in the bedroom as time passed.
A few hours later, the door of the room was flung open as the owner of the room, a certain goggle head, walked in. Imagine the look of pure shock on Davis as he saw the sight of his digimon and his vixen sleeping on his bed with the obvious signs of nasty sex on his blue sheets, stained with their cum. He fell over speechless, unsure what to say about the situation, though one thought crossed his mind, (“Note to self: burn sheets later.”)
The End