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          This is my sixth lemon.  This takes place during the episode “Princess Karaoke.” When Palmon, Tai, Augmon, Joe and Gomamon are thrown in a cell by Mimi.

 

A Friend in Need

(Palmon/Gomamon)

 

          “YOU’RE A BIG MEANIE!” Palmon yelled at Mimi, who had just locked her in the dungeon, a long with Tai, Augmon, Joe and Gomamon.

          “Hrmmphhh.  Well it’s nice to know how you feel.” Mimi sneered at Palmon as she walked off with her entourage.  Palmon watched Mimi walk away, and then she collapsed to the ground, crying uncontrollably.  “My best friend!  I lost my best friend!”  Her sobbing became hysterical.

          “There, there Palmon.”  Tai said, rubbing Palmon shoulders.  “It’s not your fault, Mimi just is a little star struck.”

          “I think she needs to be struck by something other than a star.’  Gomamon grumbled as he tried to find a way through the bars, which was impossible.  The Geckomon are incredible craftsman, nothing short of an ultimate Digimon could bust through, and there wasn’t enough space to digivolve.  All he would end up doing is crushing anyone in the cell with him to death.

“Gomamon, that’s not a nice thing to say.”  Joe yelled at Gomamon.  “Well, it’s a lot less nice to lock us in a cell!”  Gomamon retorted.

          “Ok simmer down guys!” Tai and Augmon stepped forward.  “Listen,” Tai continued speaking as Palmon finally started to control herself.  “We may as well get some sleep, it’s late, and as far as I can tell where trapped.  Maybe we can convince the Geckomon to let us out in the morning.”

          “I doubt it.”  Augmon replied, looking at Tai.  “She seems to have everyone in this castle completely under her control.”

          “Well Augmon, we’ll figure something out.”  Tai let out a long yawn.  “But first, sleep.  We have a room on either side of us.  I guess me and Augmon will take this one on the left.”

          “We’ll sleep in the room to the right.”  Joe told the group.  “How about you Palmon?”

          Palmon let out another sniffle.  “I’ll sleep in the middle alone, I think I need to be by myself.”  And with that she climber into her bunk, and curled into a ball.  The other parties went to their separate rooms, and soon everyone was fast asleep on their cot.

 

          Gomamon was having a great dream.  Being locked in a cell was bringing back memories of him and Biyomon back in Bakemon’s mansion (see lemon Cell Mates).  He was relieving the when he was doing Biyomon doggy style when he turned over in his sleep and rammed his cock, which had worked its way out of him, into the stone wall.

          Gomamon awoke with a jolt.  He stifled a scream of pain, as not to wake Joe who was on the bunk below him.  He bit his lower lip and got of the bed.  He started to walk around trying to shake the dull throbbing his dick was feeling.  At last, when the pain subside, he tucked his penis back in its little pouch and started to climb back into the cot.  Unbeknownst to him, he got turned around in the dark, and he went into Palmon’s room instead. Gomamon decided to climb in with who he thought was, and with that he curled up next to Palmon, and put his flipper her back, and fell asleep.

          Gomamon’s dream started again, and he was back in Bakemon’s prison, only this time, Biyomon was gone.  Instead, Palmon was there, lying on her back.  He had climbed up on top of Palmon, and started to squeeze her nipples with his claws.  He started to French her, probing his tongue in every crevice of her mouth, and her started to move his tongue lower, and lower down her body….

          During this dream, Gomamon shaft began to emerge again.  This time though, it began to rub against Palmon’s back.  Palmon, still half-asleep and tired from crying, thought that Mimi had come back, and her purse was rubbing against her back.  She reached out with her hand and grabbed the “purse” as she turned around.

          When Palmon grabbed Gomamon’s dick, and jostled him awake.  He quickly sat up, and was looking directly into Palmon’s face.  They squinted at each other in the darkness, and they both looked down at the same time.  Palmon was still holding his cock firmly between her fingers.  Gomamon let out a gasp, “I though you were Joe!”

          “Well, I though you were Mimi!”  Palmon replied with shock in her voice.  She realized she was still holding him, and let go.  Gomamon realized that he was enjoying the sensation, but was to embarrassed to say anything besides.  “I’m, uh sorry, I’d better leave you alone.” and with that he began to leave.

          “Wait.”  Palmon grabbed him by the shoulders.  “I’m lonely right now, I’ve lost my best friend, and I don’t know what to do.”  Gomamon stopped and turned around.  “I’m still your friend Palmon.” he said, and smiled into her face.

          Palmon smiled, pulled him close and hugged him tight.  Gomamon’s dick was still out though, and when Palmon hugged, his dick plunged straight into her pussy.  Palmon let out a gasp of surprise.

          “I’m sorry!” Gomamon said, startled.  “I was having this dream about..” he trailed off.  Palmon looked at him. “About you.”

          Palmon smiled and laid back, Gomamon’s penis never leaving her pussy.  She grabbed him by the shoulders and started to move him up and down.  Gomamon got the idea and started to move up and down under his own power.  Palmon took her hands from his shoulders and placed them around his neck, pulling his face close to hers.  She started to lick his face all over with her long tongue, which completely turned Gomamon on.  Palmon moved her hands up to the top of his head, and started to run her vines through his tuft of red hair.

Gomamon began to move faster, and place his flippers on Palmon’s chest.  He could feel her nipples hardening beneath his hands, so he started to rub them hard, making sure not to scratch her with claws.  Palmon vines sprouted out from her hands and began to completely entwine Gomamon.  She then began to pull him as hard as she could, attending her own force to each one of his thrusts.  Every time Gomamon entered her the entire cot shook from the force.  Palmon began to moan in pleasure.  Gomamon, who had not yet completely succumbed to his primal urges, did not want to wake everybody up, but he definitely did not want to stop.  He quickly leaned forward and began to deeply French Palmon, exploring every nook and cranny of her mouth.  He tasted a hint of mint her saliva, which Gomamon decide made her taste even better.

          Gomamon continued to penetrate her harder, with Palmon still moaning softly, muffled by the fact Gomamon’s tongue was buried deep in her throat.  They continued until they reached Palmon reached her climax, cumming hard and nearly squeezing the life out of Gomamon with her vines.  She stopped and collapsed on the cot.

          “Hey.” Gomamon whispered as not to wake the neighbors.  “You can’t quit yet.”  Gomamon swollen red prick was aching for some release.

          Palmon got on her knees and pushed Gomamon of the bed so her landed on his back on the floor.  Gomamon was about to say something when Palmon jumped off as well, landing so her face was buried between her legs.  She quickly swallowed Gomamon’s dick whole, getting all five inches into her mouth.  She then began to suck Gomamon hard, letting her tongue rap all the way around his throbbing member.  Gomamon began to move his hips in and out so he was getting even more sensation.  He grabbed Palmon's head and began to move her head with the rhythm of his hips.  Gomamon bit down on his lower lips as he finally came, a small trickle of blood dripping from his mouth in order to keep from screaming Palmon’s name at the top of his lungs. Palmon did not let a single drop of cum leaving her mouth, swallowing ever last dick before she proceed to lick Gomamon’s cock clean.  When she was finished, she looked up at Gomamon through the dark and smiled.  “Friends?”

          Gomamon smiled back.  “Yes, and perhaps a little more.”  Gomamon kissed Palmon on the cheek, and went back to his room.  Palmon climbed back on the bunk and sat, happy that she knew Gomamon would be there for her.

 

That was lemon number six.  If you have a picture you want me to write a story with, just mention it. Any comments, suggestions, writing tips, feel free to post them at this site or e-mail me at mrredrover@hotmail.com.