WARNING; This is a work of fiction, I do not own any
of the characters in this work, (Though I would come
up with the cash somehow if Rennamon was up for
grabs!) This story contains violence, blood, adult
emotions like love, betrayal and the threat of death.
As well as sex in parts. Please do not read if you are
so psychotically depraved as not to be able to deal
with a good fight to the death, simple love and what
happens next.
And now on with the story.
Rennamon stood looking across at her enemy.
Gulimon stood across from her, poised and at the
ready. His act unconscious and unplanned, but he stood
perfectly balanced and ready to attack or defend, he
was a natural warrior, and the that was the whole
reason why they were here in the first place. Rennamon
had seen his skill, had watched him fight and now
burned to test him.
“Why do we have to fight, Rennamon?” he asked for the
fifth time. He had been less than willing to come here
and have a match, saying that he was just not a
fighter over and over again, that he simply did not
get the same thrill out of it that she did. But
Rennamon wanted to fight him, not because she hated
him or wanted to delete him, but because she sensed a
great warrior within his breast, a power that could
challenge her own. She knew that viral types like him
could gain great prowess in battle in strange and
unknown ways, and she was of a mind to find out just
how powerful he was.
She sighed. There seemed to be only one way to get the
big softy to fight, to threaten him. Not himself, he
had no fear that she knew of, except one.
“If you don’t fight me, Gulimon. I’m going to go and
beat the crap out of Takato.” she said coldly. “and
who knows what will happen? One punch and Takato’s
head might just pop right off his shoulders.” she
said.
Gulimon whimpered and pulled himself inward, his head
lowered and his eyes tightly shut.
“No..” he said. “Why would you do that?” he asked, his
voice tortured.
“Because I’m an evil bitch.” she said, crossing her
arms and glaring at him. “It’s either fight me, or
Takato goes to the hospital, or maybe the morgue. Your
choice.”
Gulimon just stared at her, so innocent, so easily
hurt emotionally. The threat to his friend cut him
like he was tossed around in a bag of razors. She
could see it in his eyes.
Rennamon wanted to bite her own ass for what she had
said. She had no intention of harming takato, a person
that she admired for his strong will and seemingly
endless compassion for everyone he met. Even her, a
digimon that seemingly despised him. And what was
worse was that she was torturing Gulimon for the fun
of it, the digimon shaking his head, tears rolling
down his long reptilian face. She felt terrible. She
had brutalized this innocent being, viral type or not.
She opened her mouth to somehow call back her words.
Gulimon’s eyes snapped open, revealing twin golden
orbs that glowed with viral light. Freezing her throat
in sudden apprehension.
“Then..” Gulimon’s voice rasped like a grinder on
steel. “I have to kill you before you can.”
He launched himself at her, his foot claws ripping up
solid asphalt like Styrofoam. She snapped into a
cross arm block, and then into a spinning kick that
raked her claws across his face. His head snapped up,
three raking marks marring his skin. But he just used
the impetus of her blow to spin on one foot and sweep
her feet out from under her with his tail. He leapt
high and flipped, coming down with a clawed foot,
pointed and splayed to disembowel her, she barely
rolled to the side, receiving a blow to the face from
his tail that flung her, tumbling over and over to
crack the cinder block wall with her impact. She
blinked and tried to get it together. He was strong,
incredibly strong... she knew that he was drawing on
his viral strength to wage this battle, just as she
intended, but he was so incredibly strong and fast!
She was in trouble here. She rolled to the side and he
sprung at her, his jaws shearing thru the cinder block
behind her, pulling free a mass of concrete and re-bar
like it was taffy. He flung it at her with a toss of
his head, impacting against her shoulder like a cannon
shot. She smashed into a trash bin and stove the side
in with her body.
That was it, she had to put him down. Now! He had
become a relentless killing machine, and although she
was responsible, she had to stop him or true to his
word, he would kill her. She would make it up to him
later, somehow....
She leapt to her feet and flung herself into a flying
kick that ended in his jaw, and then landed and
smashed a fist into his face, his gut, his body, blow
after crushing blow she delivered in but milliseconds.
He fell and thrashed on the ground at her feet. She
gasped from the exertion. She had to throw her blows
at full force, she only hoped that Gulimon would not
be permanently hurt by her own stupid pride and foul
mouth.
She gasped in surprize as the red saurian rose to his
feet, blood running from his nostrils, dripping from
his lips. He smiled around reddened fangs.
“Is that the best you’ve got?” he said. And slammed
into her with the force of a run away truck, lifting
her off her feet and rushing her at ever increasing
speed until he struck a wall, driving her right thru
it and on into the building and thru another wall. He
then rose off of her and planted a foot in his chest,
pulverizing the rubble beneath her body as she cried
out in pain. She swung, connecting solidly with the
side of his face, smashing his head to the side. He
roared like the monster he was, shattering glass for
half a block in his rage and torment. He slammed his
jaws shut on her arm and she screamed as they sought
bone, blood splattering up to paint the pavement in a
gory patina. He lifted her by her rent and spurting
arm and threw her like a rag doll into a parked car
with the foce of a catapult, her body caving in the
sixteen gauge sheet steel like tissue. She pulled
herself free, her hand going to the deep wounds in her
arm and trying to stem the tide of blood. He came
toward her, slowly, his fangs dripping her blood and
fur.
“I looked up to you.” he said, red gore splattering
from his teeth as he spoke. “I thought you were the
greatest digimon I had ever known.” she ripped off the
car’s door and threw it at him with enough force to
decapitate an elephant. Her terror in the face of this
monster that had been an innocent driving her to
strike with all she had. He slashed it to bits with
his claws, flinging it aside with the incredible
strength he had gained from his rage and suffering and
came on in the slow and steady pace of death. “I
wanted to learn to be just like you, to be strong and
honest and just! To be a great digimon that would earn
your respect!” he shook his head, tears flying
alongside his blood that flowed from the wounds she
had inflicted. “I LOVED YOU!” He roared as her
charged her.
She stared at him as he came. His words, spoken in his
most unguarded moment. His heart revealed to her in
his deepest anguish and betrayal...
She could not go on with this one more second, she
could not bear to strike him one more time. Her soul
twisted in agony for what she had done to him,
unthinkingly in her own desire to see that she was the
best. He had loved her all along, she saw that now
with perfect clarity. The way he looked at her, the
way he spoke to her. It was all so obvious. But she
had never seen it. No, she had to be the best and had
no time for games like love... and now she had
threatened his tamer, his friend. And forced him to
choose, forced him to fight and try his best to murder
the one he loved. She could not live with what she had
done and what she would have to do to survive. She
would have to kill him to get out of this alive, or...
run from him. It was against all that she believed,
but this was different! This was her own doing and she
had to live with it.
She leapt upwards, seeking to flee, to give him time
to cool down before she tried to patch this up. She
rose high into the air, ready to teleport, but gasped
in total shock as she saw Gulimon leaping, first to
the wall of one building, and then to another until he
arrowed up at her.
“Diamond storm!” she shouted, calling upon her power
attack. It struck home, causing him to fall and
tumble. But it didn’t even scratch his hide.
“Pyro sphere!” he shouted as he flipped over and
fired, a huge fireball arcing up at her, she swung to
the side and then saw a shape in her peripheral
vision. It was a feint! The fire attack was noting but
a ruse to throw her off balance! She spun and tried to
concentrate on teleporting, but he had already reached
her., closing his jaw on her tail. He snapped into a
ball, yanking her into a spin that ended with his
releasing her and hurtling her back into the car on
the ground. She shattered the side of the car with her
back, causing the already abused vehicle to taco like
it was made of tinfoil, the force of her impact
shattering and crazing the pavement even as all four
tiers exploded form the shock. She cried out as she
pulled free, her back shredded from hundreds of cuts,
staggering to her feet, one arm hanging limp,
breathing bloodily from between clenched teeth as she
struggled to rise. With a massive boom, he landed
before her, shattering the pavement as he crashed to
earth. He stood there, his breath rasping in and out,
his eyes full of berserk rage. And yet... tears flowed
from them to fall unmourned and unwanted at his clawed
feet.
Rennamon had never known anything as emotionally
moving as his face as he prepared to end her life.
What had she done to this helpless innocent who had
never wished to harm a living thing. “Guli...” she
gasped.
“NO MORE WORDS!” He sobbed and slammed into her with
his head, ramming remorselessly into her, brooking no
obstacle in his desire to crush her, smashing her
right thrue the car’s body, ripping it in two as she
pounded his body with her fists and feet, seemingly
having no effect at all as he drove her like a bird
struck by a freight train.
She was flung across the pavement by his unstoppable
rush, flying and tumbling over and over, cracking and
tearing it with her body until she stopped in a pile
of torn up rubble made by the force of her impact.
Gulimon came on, limping, his head pulling to the side
as he staggered. She had hurt him, badly. But his will
could not be quenched. She had hit him with everything
she had. In that moment she admired him greatly. He
was as great a warrior as she, striving to win at any
cost, but unlike her, he fought for those he loved.
She felt then, as he came on to finish her, that she
could have loved him, she could have been his friend,
she could have been his... lover. But her own pride
had made this into a tragedy before it had even
started. Her heart writhed in torment within her
breast, here before her was a being who would have
loved her unconditionally, who would have accepted her
the way she was and never have tried to change her or
force her, and she had forced him to try and kill her.
She had made him into a true monster out of her pride
and arrogance. There was no way to stop it now, it was
too late for that. She only hoped... she only hoped
that he would be all right when this was over. She got
to her knees and watched him advance. She breathed
deep to hide a gasp of her heart shattering in her
breast and faced him.
Gulimon pulled his last bit of energy that his pain
wracked body contained within it to finish this, he
shook the tears from his eyes. He did not love her! He
was a digital monster! He killed other monsters! That
was his purpose! He sobbed deep in his chest. Every
blow he had struck her with was agony to his soul, the
taste of her blood a vile poison that burned in cold
accusation. He did not love her! And his heart... was
not... breaking...
He gave a roar that was half sob and charged her, his
clawed feet sure and precise, his jaws ready to rend,
his claws ready to end his love in a splatter of gore
and death. But his eyes became uncertain, his pace
uneven, an he skidded to a stop not feet from her.
Rennamon sat on her knees, her shoulders thrown back,
her head pointed at the sky, her eyes closed, her
hands at her sides, her throat laid bear to him. He
was uncertain what to do. She was exposing herself to
his attack. Something he thought Rennamon would never
do. Why? He just stood there, uncertain.
“Do it, Gulimon.” she said. “Finish it.”
Still he hesitated. And she sighed. “Gulimon... “ she
began. “I’m sorry... I’m sorry for treating you like
dirt ever since I met you. I’m sorry for always trying
to fight you because my insane tamer keeps telling me
too. And I’m sorry for saying I would hurt Takato. I
would never hurt your tamer, I admire him too much for
his bravery and his striving to convince people like
my tamer that we are not just toys to be played with
and then discarded. I only said that to make you fight
me. And I’m sorry...” tears formed in her eyes to wet
the fur of her cheeks. “And I’m sorry that I didn’t
take the time to return your love. That I didn’t
see...” she sniffed and fought to get herself under
control. “That I didn’t see that you loved me until
now.” she clenched her eyes shut and dug her claws
into the ground. “I don’t deserve anything but your
contempt. My tamer thinks I’m a toy and all I ever do
is fight and kill my own kind to get her kicks for
her. Kill me, Gulimon. Upload my data and become a
stronger warrior. At least that way, I will know that
I helped someone in my misbegotten life.” she said,
not quite holding back a sob of grief, not because she
feared death, but because of what might have been. She
waited for him to strike and finish her, and then
tensed and squeaked as he grabbed her head and brought
his lips to hers, his tongue sliding past hers,
brushing intimately over every inch of her inner
mouth. Her eyes widened as she saw his black markings
suddenly throb with power and felt that power enter
her. He was performing the Viral Burn. A technique all
viral types shared. They could consume a portion of
there own data to gain power. An act of self sacrifice
that was usually used to grant them devastating
attacks, but now was used to heal her. She felt her
body mending under the viral’s power, her bloody
wounds healing, her battered flesh made whole. NO!
She thought. He has nothing left! but he held her with
all his reptilian strength, preventing her from
breaking that kiss.
The power faded, becoming a trickle, and Gulimon’s
legs slowly gave way as he collapsed. She barely
caught him as he fell, his body limp, his arms
hanging, his head laid back, jaws gaping, as still
as... she pressed her head to his breast and then
sighed as she heard a beating heart, slow and steady.
“Why?” she asked his still form. “Why? You stupid,
ignorant.... brave... noble..magnificent bastard...
Why?” she clutched him to her breast and staggered to
her feet. She was not whole, not by a long shot. She
hefted the lizard and leapt to the roof top, wincing
as she landed. She made her way to somewhere private,
where she could do as she must, for her honor.... and
for her love.
Gulimon woke and barely managed a groan of total
suffering. Every inch of his body hurt. He had never
felt as bad as he did right now. He was in his home,
the little outbuilding in the park.
There was a rustle at his side and gentle paws lifted
him. He looked up into Rennamon’s face as she looked
down at him in concern. He just stared at her, not
really understanding why she was here and what she was
doing. Rennamon held a bowl to his lips and he managed
to get down some of the warm soup that it contained.
She then placed it to the side and licked his lips
free of the drips that had escaped. He just gazed at
her for a few moments, there faces but inches apart,
and then she leaned forward and kissed him. He lifted
his hand to touch her face, sliding it over her
shoulder and pulling her close, and then yipping in
pain as she touched one of his many wounds. She
chuckled and leaned back. He shook his head and
groaned as it pained him to do even that.
“Sorry, Rennamon.” he said pitifully. “I would do
more, but, I just hurt, I can barley move.”
She stared at him and then sighed. “You do recall that
I was the one who put you in the condition you are in
right now, don’t you?” she said, wondering if she had
a brain damaged lover on her hands.
“Oh sure. I remember.” he said simply, as if it didn’t
matter a bit.
“But I’m the one who should be saying I’m sorry,
Gulimon. Not you!” she said.
“You already did, remember?” he asked.
“But...” she bit her lip, caught deep in the need to
show him somehow that she cared and was sorry, but he
just dismissed it. She lay down next to him, making
sure not to touch him for fear of hurting him. She
thought about it for a minute before she reached
across him and stroked her fingers in his groin,
finding his slit with the tips of her claws. She
reached inside gently and rubbed a tip of her furry
finger over the end of his penis. Gulimon watched
curiously as she coaxed his member out of his slit and
into the light. Renna stared at the thing as it
emerged, her petting soon enough bringing him to
fullness. Were lizards supposed to look like that?
Gulimon was huge!, his penis had to be at least a foot
and a quarter long and was covered in little ridges
that went around it, the head covered in swirly rows
of bumps. It was the weirdest thing she had ever seen,
but then again, Gulimon was pretty weird himself! She
took it in her hand and stroked it, the saurian
sighing in pleasure as she did. Her hand stroked over
his member, imagining what it would feel like if it
were inside her. Probably.... pretty damn good! The
ridges brushed against her furry palm and she could
imagine them rubbing against every inch of her
insides, the bumps on the head stroking her like no
other could. She wanted it, bad. But he was so big!
How in the nine hells did this little lizard have a
cock like that? She had been near him who knew how
many times and had never even guessed, thinking he was
probably smaller than a pencil, and here he was with a
club that she was having serious doubts about her
being able to fit him!
“I love you Rennamon.” Gulimon whispered to her.
She snapped her head around to look at him, caught off
guard by the sheer emotion that filled his voice. She
looked into his eyes... so innocent, so loving. They
spoke to her of love and his desire both. The power
and depth of his love so great, that this single
sentence and the gaze of his eyes struck her like a
slap to the face. She sniffed, fighting back sudden
tears. She had thought that love was a weakness, a
foolish pastime of fools and cowards. But she never
knew how powerful it was, and how it made her feel...
to be loved. She slid herself on top of him gently,
seeking not to hurt him, and softly placed her sex
over his organ.
Gulimon just looked at her, willing to let her do
whatever she wanted.
Rennamon wondered if this was going to hurt, but she
was going thru with it no matter what. She was going
to screw Gulimon silly. She pressed his organ to her
and gently began to lower herself. It was then that he
surprised the crap out of her. Gulimon gave a gasp as
he contacted her and gave a twitch of his groin. The
thing spun in her hand! Drilling right into her body
like a corkscrew! The whole head was in her and she
gasped in sudden ecstacy, falling forward to slap a
paw to the floor for support.
“I’m sorry Rennamon!” he said “Did I hurt you?”
She just stared at him for a second, almost gasping.
“Guli...” she began, and then yipped like a puppy as
she moved and he spun in her again, pulling her rear
farther down onto his shaft. She groaned and gasped
like she had just run for miles.
“We should stop...” said Gulimon.
“ARE YOU INSANE!” she yelped at him, causing him to
twitch and spin again. She got control of her self
barely and spoke, shuddering and gasping as she felt
her female juices flowing down his shaft. “Gulimon..
The ... the reason..AH!... why I’m... acting...LIKE
THIS! Uhh!.. is because it ...feels GOOD.”
He looked up at her for a moment and then smiled.
“Ok.” he said.
She blinked at him as he reached up and grasped her
around the waist. “Uh.. Wait a second...UOHAAA!” she
cried, as he pushed her down all the way, arching his
hips into her groin as he plunged his member into her
now squirting sex. She collapsed atop him, barley
catching herself on her forearms.
“Sacred...Mother...” she gasped in and out. She was
going to cum and they hadn’t even started yet! His
penis evidently was made to twist one way and then the
other during sex! Sliding all those swirly bumps
around in her like some sort of nuclear powered sex
toy. She fought to hold out as long as she could
against the ecstacy. But Gulimon just sat there and
pushed it in and out of her slowly in small movements,
driving her insane. Whenever he pushed it into her, it
spun to the left, and when he pulled out, it spun to
the right. She gave up and came, trying her best not
to scream at the top of her lungs. She managed a
choked groan between clenched teeth as her vagina
spurted all over the base of his tail. She felt at
that moment something odd happening, like a force
rising within her in time with her orgasm. Something
bright and powerful that flooded thru her and washed
over her lover like a wave. She looked down at him
thru the haze of climax and stared as his wounds
healed, his bruised flesh became whole and his body
became strong again. She lay atop him and saw the
strong and gentile Gulimon that she knew looking up at
her. His eyes shining with affection and love.
“Thanks, Rennamon.” he said, and then lifted his head
to run his tongue between her hidden breasts. She
murred and shuddered at his touch, and then widening
her eyes in surprise as he sat up and pushed her over
to lay on top of her. His every movement caused his
organ to do it’s magic trick inside her, leaving her
helpless to do anything but spread her legs and get
the screwing of her life! He went at her like a sexy
jackhammer, his hips pumping, his penis spinning as it
plunged and retreated. She came again, and again! He
was insatiable! She tried everything to hold on to
some sort of rational center but found herself more
and more falling into a mindless need to rut like an
animal! She was being screwed to death and was
enjoying every last second of her execution. Her heart
had to give out! Her brain had to explode! Her clawed
hands gouged rents in the stone wall as she tried to
hold on! Her feet trashing and clawing for purchase,
flinging up dirt and stone as he pounded her. Her
hands found a chewed piece of iron from a fence that
must have been his chew toy and stuck it in her teeth
to keep herself from screaming. She reached yet
another orgasm and then another! The iron in her mouth
squealing and then snapping in two with a musical
clang as she felt him finally explode within her, the
head of his glorious member seeming to unfurl like a
rose and then gush almost burning hot seed within her
that she swore she could feel with every explosion of
lust. She could not hold back any longer and gave in.
“OH GULIMON!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs,
causing people for blocks to suddenly duck as windows
shattered and glasses exploded like miniature bombs
from the sheer power of her voice, the talk of the
city for the next two days being who was Gulimon? and
how in the hell could he make a woman scream like that
in obvious sexual ecstacy. In a matter of days the
word was used to describe the ultimate orgasm, to have
a Gulimon. And to this day they still wonder who it
was that the woman had sreamed the name of. But as for
our friends? let us rejoin them.
The two subsided and sighed in shared bliss, both
exhausted but ecstatic deep inside. The camera pans
back to leave the home of Gulimon, the sounds of the
city begin to intrude.
“I love you Rennamon.” comes Gulimon’s voice from the
shadowed entrance.
“Gulimon, I love you more than anything in the world.”
she replied.
“Let’s do it again!” he exclaimed brightly.
“What! But... Gulimon! Oh...sweet... Guli! You sex
monster!” the sounds of love and lust echo and fade as
we pull back to leave them to there love, and there
lust.
Tell next time on Digimon V.S. Digimon FIGHT!
"OH GULIMON!"
Well, that’s my story people. It is quite a bit better
in my opinion than my first and I like it a whole lot
more. As you perhaps guessed, I intend to write a few
more along these lines. Let me know what you think.
Kay?
SINJACK=UX3.
If you want to condem me as a evil bastard, you can
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If you want to tell me anything else, you can reach me
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Yes, I am a cyborg killing machine...