Sam woke up to seemingly another ordinary day. He blinked his eyes a couple of time, groaning from how tired he felt. Did he even sleep properly? The clock certainly said so. A quick peek to his right revealed that fat two digits number he always disliked.

"Twelve and a half PM? You're freaking kidding."

Sam slammed the clock shut and crashed back into his pillow. He pondered on sleeping for another two hours or so. Then what? The middle of the day would roll in, catching him in his pajamas with nothing inside his belly and even less inside his head.

"Screw that," Sam rolled out of his bed and progressively got rid of his sleeping clothes. He picked his Riva TNT shirt yellow T-shirt, put on some random blue shorts, then walked towards his bathroom, mumbling all the way through his morning ritual of brushing, combing, cleaning, shaving, and so on. He had a lot of thoughts, and little time to execute. Days always passed so quickly after highschool ended...

"Exercise first," he spat into the sink, then rinsed his mouth vigorously with three separate gulps of water. "Then I'm going to game for couple of hours, get on skype, call a friend or some shit."

Sam smiled. That sounded like a much better schedule than what he did yesterday. After he wiped himself with a towel he left the bathroom to cook himself a quick breakfast made of toast, ham, and cheese. He ate in silence, unlike most of his kin, then threw the dishes into the sink. That part wasn't exactly bizarre for a lone wolf, but hey, who gave a crap about that? There was a lot of work to be done, and Sam couldn't imagine a better time to exercise. Fueled up and ready to go, he rushed back into his room and clapped his hand resoundingly.

"Alright assholes. Watch me. I'm gonna break this poundface. Gonna...arghhh!"

Growling like a beast and flexing his muscles. That was his pre-exercise habit. Jay the Great, Meteor Hammer, Ice Lance and a dozen other fighters watched over him, though none was greater than Blue Thunder, Sam's favorite fighter from Supernova, one of the best fighting games ever made. He was a young chap, a year or two older than Sam, carrying more achievements than any other superhero Sam knew. Blue Thunder repelled zombie invasions, fought off the destructive waves of Ranthara, a self aware A.I that built freaking Terminators, and even dived into the core of the planet to stop the Void Thief from opening a black hole thousands of miles inside molten lava.

"You're awesome, man," Sam pointed at the cheeky blonde guy who winked and pointed a finger right back at him. "Watch me, alright? I'm gonna show you even a human bum like me can become something."

Sam turned on a random playlist from Supernova and went through his exercise routine. Each push, each squat, and every painful second of intense training felt epic with such a powerful track behind it. Sam endured the pain of his aching muscles and brushed off the sweat oozing from his heated skin until every muscle in his body bulged with the pleasant thrill of fulfillment.

"How was it?" He raised his palm at Blue. "Gimme five, dude. Gimme five."

He slapped the poster.

"Boom!" Sam bumped his fists together. "That's what I'm talking about., bro. I'll see you in four or five. Gonna win you another tournament, so. just lemme drink something up and I'll get fuckin' pounding! Yeah!"

Sam refreshed himself with cold orange juice and a quick shower before he returned to his room. Everything smelled so gross after a few minutes out of his overly manly habitat.

"Jesus fuck, smells of crotch and butt sweat," Sam quickly opened up a window and poked his head out. Fresh air smelled heavenly. He looked around for a bit, letting the room air itself out while he scouted the streets for ass, tits, or stupid geeks. There wasn't much activity going on at GameDart. A couple of punks talked in front of the shop, their casual attires speaking tons about their financial possibilities.

"Hah. Loosers," Sam chuckled when one of them started raging. "You don't know what I grew up with. Freaking chalk and hide and seek and other bullshit. You should try that sometime, kiddos."

But they didn't want to. Nowadays everybody had a console, a handheld device, or a PC, and the bums quickly retreated to the comfort of their homes. Nobody lingered after the kids left. Figures. Gamers also became a dying species after Tesserect erected the biggest gaming platform the world had ever seen. They had everything: racing, shooting, dragon slaying, even porn. Freaking porn, all played from the comfort of fluffy sofas, nests of pillows, or whatever the gamer wanted to rest his lazy butt on.

Sam hated money grubbing assholes a lot more than self entitled kiddos. Tesserect were the epitome of financial vampirism. A single hour with their virtual reality helmets on cost about five hundred dollars, and that was for the basic package, where gamers just gained access to a big-ass screen and surround sound.  It wasn't exactly virtual reality, just a cheap advertisement to whip the crowds into frenzy for the real deal. The lucky fucks who wanted to try the best of what Tesserect had to offer needed to pay more than two thousand per hour to gain special access into that...what the fuck was it called? Leviathan? Orca Lorca? It had something to do with ocean depths or some convoluted crap Sam couldn't remember.

"Tunnel warp extreme? What the fuck was it called? It must've been like five months since I...nah. Fuck that. Bloody assholes and their stupid branding. Why not call it Virtual Reality and make it freaking simple?"

Sam let out a heavy sigh. The company's policy annoyed him way more than names. Waaaay more. "They really have to piss on every gamer's dream. Lets charge two thousand for undergraduates. Tempt them with guns, boobs, and sex so they can ask the banks for a loan. Fucking assholes," Sam closed his window and turned to grab his TV remote. "I'll get a heart attack even by thinking about their greedy bums. Gotta play it cool. Have to chill a bit," he pressed the 'on' button. "Have to..."

Sam's jaw drooped when the screen remained black. He pressed the button again, then again. Nothing happened.

"What the heck?" he took a few steps closer, slamming his thumb into that stupid red button. "Come on, what the fuck?"

The TV vehemently refused to turn on. Sam slapped his own head to avoid doing something stupid and flipped the light switch on.

Nothing happened.

 Sam clasped his hands together with an almighty sigh.

"Jesus Freaking Christ, are you serious? You gotta be kidding...You GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING!" he flipped that switch on, then off, then on again before he lashed out with a knuckle-busting blow.

"Graaaarh...mother...fuckin....nghhh," he rubbed around his reddening knuckles while he thought of a way to alter his plans. More exercise? He just came out of a hefty session? A walk out? Not when his legs felt like jello!"

"This isn't happening. This isn't freaking happening," Sam walked around with his hands dug into his spiky blonde hair. "Who the fuck works at this hour? Who the fuck cuts power in the middle of the fucking day?"

A bunch of dickheads that would soon be searching for new jobs, obviously. Sam crashed into the nearest chair, tapping his foot nervously onto the carpet while his fingers scratched and kneaded at his aching fist. He had options. The bookcase on his left had comics, encyclopedias, fantasy books and other awesome stuff. The only problem was the time it took to even glance through one of those monsters.

"Screw reading, dawg. I wanna do something more, like...sitting...and complaining about how shity this is."

After five minutes of lazing around, Sam realized he had neither the endurance nor the patience to remain inside his walls any longer. He grabbed his blue cap, put his shoes on, then threw a quick look into the mirror.

"Well aren't you a pretty fuck?" Sam winked. "Blue would jizz his pants if he saw me now. Maybe I should be his sidekick. Ha!" Sam adopted a combat stance. "Certainly got the moves yo."

He walked out the door when his geek levels reached normal levels. The weather was kind of nice, the streets were clean for this time of day, and a walk would have put his temper into cryogenic sleep. Sam entered GameDart instead, choosing to sneak between all manners of idiots to reach his old and trusted friend.

"Jade!" Sam called when a fat dude blocked his way.

"O hey Sam."

Fuck, he could barely see anything. Sam tried to push his way to the front. The mountain man didn't appreciate that. He pushed his elbow straight into his face, forcing Sam back with an annoyed grumble.

"Fuck man, I just...Jade! Do you still rent those G-Zones? I can really use a hand-held right now."

"Yeah, it's..." the tech turned back to his client, whispering something. "Just a moment man. I'm a bit swamped right now."

"Sure, no probs," Sam took a step back. "I'll just wait here like a model citizen and-"

"It is a problem."

Something poked his arm. "Huh?" Sam turned around to some random skinhead. "The hell you on about man?"

"Get in line," the dude frowned.

"What line?" Sam asked.

"You playing games with me, punk? That what you're tryin', to piss me off?"

Sam shrugged. "Not playing anything, dude. I'm just a gold member here. Don't need no fucking line to buy my shit."

The hairless goon didn't take that well. He shoved his shoulder into Sam like an enraged bull. Sam groaned, then stumbled. His quick feet barely avoided a deadly crash into the rentals stand.

"Dude, what the fuck's wrong with you?"

The skinhead smiled. Sam turned towards Jade, seeing him scowling at his assailant, waving his finger furiously between him and the door.

"Out! Get out! Assholes aren't welcome here."

"I wasn't willing to buy jack you grass haired weirdo," the goon ripped his leather jacket, revealing the golden arches of Tesserect tatooed on his bare, muscled chest, all weaved around the cube that made the virtual leaps possible. "Yeah, suck on that. Tesserect forever, bitches!"

Sam barely resisted the urge to punch that dickhead. The asshole might have been in the wrong, but it was GameDart that always suffered, and he would get into prison for even bruising the guy's eye.

Huffing angrily, Sam collected himself. The store emptied almost completely after the verbal scuffle. Only the guy talking to Jade remained along with a mother and her creepy little boy. Sam avoided his icy eyes at first. Something about that cold color distressed him. He looked around, pretending to seem interested in the old games and CDs displayed around, yet he couldn't completely block off the imminent sensation of being watched.

"You are not where you belong," a soft voice said, too close for comfort.

Sam jumped to the side when he noticed that little creep was standing right next to him. "Ffff...freaking hell man. How-How did you-"

The boy grabbed his hand, taking advantage of Sam's confusion to place something hard and cold into his grip. Sam grabbed the object almost by instinct.

"What is...what the heck is this?"

It was an old cartridge, covered solely in metal, making it unreasonably heavy and chilly to the touch.

"Take it back," he pushed it into the boy, who stared at him like a witless mute. "Take this, kiddo. I don't want your shit."

No answer.

"Come on man, I'm giving it to you. Just freaking take it!"

The boy turned around without a single word.

Sam grabbed his shoulder. "Hey, I'm talking to you!"

"Hey!" the child's mother rushed to grab her creep's hand. "Did he touch you? Hurt you?"

The boy shook his head, but the mother didn't seem convince. She fixed her eyes on Sam, and by all the gods of tits and wine, she looked pissed.

"I...lady, he came to me," Sam showed her the cartridge. "He gave me this piece of crap told me some creepy ass thing about not belonging here. I'm a gold member, and I can-"

"You're the creep here, asshole, getting your hands all over my boy. Do you do that with every kid? Are you some kind of pervert?"

Sam scowled. "What the...? Miss, your boy gave me this!" Sam thrust the cartridge right in her face. "See it? Looks familiar from up-close?"

She slapped his arm out of the way. "My fist will look familiar once it meets your face. Move."

Sam stood there, stoic as a knight, refusing to give in a single step. The mother shoved her arm into his side with such strength that Sam crashed into the rentals display glass.

"Fockin wanker!" she called out as she left the shop.

"Bitch!" Sam called from behind, tidied himself up, then walked up to Jade, who was now free from any bothersome client.

He was a pretty cool guy in his mid twenties. Many called him a freak due to the spiky watermelon haircut he wore since last year when he discovered that particular delicacy. He also had biker clothes, steel knuckles on one hand, and tattoos with the signature movements of his favorite gang from Supernova. Sam thought it was kinda cool. Crazy gamers beat normal ones by miles and miles.

"She roughed you up pretty good, man."

"She's a bitch dude. I..." Sam paused to rub his shoulder. "How the fuck is she that strong? And what's with that creepy-ass kid she had?"

Jade lifted his shoulders. "Don't know his name. First time I saw that guy, but I gotta tell you, he has a mean stare."

"Not meaner than his bitch mother," Sam said.

"Oh, Nraya?" Jade waved a hand around without a care in the world. "She's Russian, or so my pal Mord said. You know how all of them are. Utter and totally crazy."

"Really? Her accent was showing as much as her boobs did," Sam chuckled, and Jade laughed with him.

"Hah, mah. That's...that's kinda mean even for you. If you want jugs, you'll have to look elsewhere, man. Nraya one trained with the military, special forces or some shit like that."

No chance in hell he was punked by a soldier. "Games are getting to your head, Jade."

"No, dude, I'm serious. Haven't you seen her arms? They're like yay big."

"I was too busy trying to defend myself, thank you very much."

"Yeah, from slaps and cussing. Should've seen how beefed up she is, man. That girl hits you, your face blows like it's been rammed by a howitzer."

Sam couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous way Jade pounded his own hands. "Yeah...it's funny until she messes you up. I heard she put a couple dudes in the hospital."

"Yeah," Sam still chuckled. "Like you heard about the zombie outbreak with that african virus or dragons hiding beneath the earth."

"Come on, you know that's bull. This Nraya is real. She touched you, you touched her."

"Not like I wanted, but..."

It was Jade's turn to go into a laughing fit. Sam waited until blood flowed away from his beet red face.

"It's...she's dangerous, man. Stay away is my best bet. All she does is for that weird kid of hers. Word's about that she's been raped, and the real father sent assassins to get his kid back. Talk about dedication, eh? Father's hiring hitmen, mother beats them up."

"Yeah, yeah. Heard that before. He gave me this though."Sam pushed the cartridge towards Jade, who squinted his eyes suspiciously.

"Hmm..." he grabbed it with a pudgy hand and turned it from one side to another. "Interesting. Very interesting."

"Not more than your wrinkly dick, Jade. What the heck is this? I held plastic, fiber, alloy, but never that kind of metal. Where did that creep even get it?"

"I don't know..." Jade mumbled as he scratched with a finger. "Definitely an old model for sure. It's tough as a bunker on steroids."

"How old?" Sam asked.

"Old enough man. Way before your drunk papa squirted you inside your mother's ass in the toilet of that cheap-ass club."

Sam smiled. Jade had a habit of going full retard from time to time. That's what made him so awesome. He fucked rules in their tight little arse and played around with everybody's opinions.

"So, anything?" Sam tapped his fingers impatiently.

"Nah," Jade placed the cartridge down with a sigh. "There's no manufacturer, no date, not even instructions aside from this frontal symbol or whatever it is."

Sam took a closer look.

"Feel it," Jade pressed his finger into the cold metal. "It's like a knife or something. Fucking rubbed that thing harder than my own cobra and it has yet to spill its secrets."

"Ugh...that one is really bad, dude."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really," Sam took Jade's hand and shook it. "Fifty bucks then?"

"Wha?" he stared as if his puppy died.

"I'm leaving you with a piece of history, man. You gotta gimme something."

"It's just a hunk of metal."

"But it's special. You said it yourself," Sam pressed on.

"Yeah well, obviously not more special than you."

Sam frowned when he found his hand loaded with that stupid cartridge. "Really? You're giving it back, just like that?"

"You're the chosen one, bud. Fate wanted you to have it. I'm not one to mess with cosmic powers."

"Yeah, you're a Power Retard. Thanks for nothing," Sam turned around to leave.

"It's rangers, dickhead. Can't believe how stupid you are."

"Your mother said the same."

"Love your face man, love your soul. Take care!"

Sam showed him the finger and ran back to his house. His hopes melted into a sizzling groan when he flipped on the lights, only to realize his misfortune was on a roll. Ten minutes or so passed, and the power had yet to return. It was inconceivable. Annoying. And...

"Beyond freaking retarded," Sam gave an almighty sigh. "Well...can't be fucking helped. Just gotta find something to do with my time."

Napping seemed decent. He had a good sized couch in the living room and a table large enough to become a proper bed. Sam pondered for a bit. Rest would allow him to get deeper into the night, but something fun would take his mind off Jade, the blackout, and everything else that made him want to punch something.

He lifted the creepy kid's gift to his eyelevel. "Alright, you little nugget of crap. Let's see if I can find a hole big enough for you to fit through."

Sam started with his electronics. They all had micro inputs, laser sight, or resonating technology. Metal messed them all up, and the last thing Sam wanted was to risk his gadgets for a stupid relic.

"Alright, think...think..." he said as he went towards the kitchen. "I played games back then. Shity games. There must've been a console or something that could eat this shit up..."

No answer came yet. Sam opened the fridge. He set his eyes on the orange juice, then smiled. He remembered when his mother used to have the same bottle on the table every morning, making sure Sam drank at least a cup before he went to school.

"The school," Sam's cerulean eyes lightened up. He smacked the fridge shut. "Thane! Freaking Thane! I love you man. I freaking love you!"

That was the name of the first hand-held console he owned, a true ruler in terms of technology back in the days. The games made for that console were long and challenging, encouraging replayability. Sam's thoughts went aflame when all those fond memories rushed through his mind. The stairs leading towards the attic tripped him in his rush, but he laughed instead of cursing, smiled instead of frowning. He was no longer a pissed-off wretch, but a man determined to uncover the secrets of the past. Stumbling his way up, Sam finally reached the attic. He twisted the key three times. The door opened with a heavy creek.

"Ghaah," Sam swiped through foul, dusty air. "When the heck was the last time I came in here? Ten years ago?"

It certainly smelled like something urinated all over the place. Sam crawled from box to box, breathing small amounts of air through his nostrils. "Junk...trash...mega trash..." he said as he slid a finger along the labels until he stopped onto 'games and consoles'.

"Alright, I think this is the one."

He picked it up. That damned box had quite the weight, but Sam managed to lift it up and carry it back towards the living room, where he dropped it right between his trembling legs.

"Alright," he swiped his forehead. "Let's see what's in the box!"

The torn cardboard revealed cartridges of all names and sizes, old tapes, cds, dvds, and other outdated things. Sam dug through the trash, throwing everything arising in his path until he found the Thane. Sam carefully picked it out of the rubble and blew a gust of air upon it. Dust shimmered in the falling light.

"Wow...been a while since I held you, little buddy. Are you ready to rock, I wonder?"

It still looked fine. Sam turned it this way and that, getting accustomed to the grip of this giant slab of plastic while he also checked the manufacturer's notes.

"Runs on all types of batteries. Huh...wonder if my Saphirium will do."

Sam placed Thane down and walked over his powerless TV. Then, he liberated the remote of its two shining goodies. At a glance they looked like glowing rocks, but Sam paid a small fortune for these self replenishing batteries. The reactions going on inside the glowing shell lasted for at least a thousand years and provided enough power to turn on a personal computer.

"You don't need to eat that much buddy. One should do. Open up!"

The device blinked when the battery rolled inside. Sam quickly put the lid back and gripped the hand-held device.

"Insert disk," he read from the screen. "Couldn't you say insert dick? Cause that's the only bloody thing I wanna use right now. A dick, two balls, and this awesome gift given to me by Sir Retard the First. It needs to go in a hole, buddy, and yours isn't going to cut it."

What if it did? Sam's eyes suspiciously moved from the cartridge to Thane's slim port.

"What the heck? Worth a fucking try."

Sam inserted the cartridge. The metal rammed against the port hard enough to widen his eyes.

"Whoa. You're fucking feisty bro! Magnetism much?"

The cartridge refused to move as tried to pull or move it around. It was rather well tied. Surprising, for something so old. Sam pressed the start button. Colors fizzled on the screen before they formed an accurate image.

"Smokes! This fucking works!" he laughed excitedly. "It works! Fuck yeah! I can play even during blackouts! Who's the boss, yo? Who's the boss?" Sam pounded his chest. "I am. I'm the freaking press the start button to start your adventure..." he read from Thane's display screen. "Alright old chap, lets get this shit going."

He pressed start.

Thane blinked again. A blue wave washed over the screen, illuminating the four characters that stood in a circle for just a brief moment. Sam used the left and right buttons to shuffle through each of them. The first one looked like a tiny sort of orange dino with huge green eyes. Then the second came, a weird cat looking sort of thing with huge claws. Sam moved onto the next one, barely resisting the urge to face palm at the robotic looking bug.

"Who the fuck would want to play a bug? Like, seriously. Come on little man. You're the last one I've got."

Sam gritted his teeth and pressed his finger down. The shadows veiling the character lifted, revealing a lizard kind of guy that made Sam squee with unexpected delight.

"Haaa! What the...dude...hahaha...what the hell? Are you Blue Thunder's pet or something?"

He certainly looked like something his pal Blue would take as a sidekick. The tiny little guy had blue eyes, just like Sam, and a rather frail constitution. The only big things about him were his head and the huge sharp claws at the end of each toe. Apart from that he was rather little in all aspects: small tail, weird horns, tiny little spike on the tip of his nose, all held together by a torso with no pecs and no visible muscles.

"That's kinda cute," Sam noticed. "Are you a little rhino or something? What about a dragon? Certainly got the horns,yo!"

The start button flashed in front of Sam's eyes. That didn't happen before. How strange. The game must've gotten impatient.

"Well, I'm not going to pick any one of those three weirdoes so might as well go with you. Question is, are YOU ready to rock?"

As he started laughing like a maniac, Sam pressed the start button. A wave of dizziness rammed into his head. Everything shifted in front of his eyes: the floor wobbled, the walls trembled and shook, and the little blue lizard seemed to walk towards him.

"Dude...dude whadafack... I'm tripping like...maaaaaaaad..."

Sam crashed onto his couch just before awareness left his senses.

When he woke up, things didn't feel quite right. He felt rather weakened, and something under his butt felt incredibly itchy. Sam rolled onto his side, placing a hand under his head to get more comfortable during his nap.

Instead, he got instantly disturbed. A flash of blue passed before his eyes. He blinked once, twice, thinking he was seeing things from that bad breakfast he ate or something.

But the truth was there, right before his eyes. Sam pulled his hand back. His eyes widened like ripe melons when he realized he stared at five clawed tipped digits.

"What the...?" He flexed his fingers, and sure enough they all started curling, pointing, grabbing.

"I'm trippin'. Definitely trippin' mad. The heck is this blue and why are my fingers so freaking small? They look like total ass!"

He clenched his fist. Big mistake. Those sharp claws pressed into his sensitive palm, stimulating nerves that seemed far more sensitive than before.

"Yaaaawwwwwhhh!" Sam screamed in pain. "That hurt. Ffffhhhh that hurt. That...stupid, motherfhhhing...what the fhhh? I can't...I can't even fhhhing swear now? The fhh is happening?"

Sam looked around. He was in a garden of some kind. Or a forest. There were a lot of trees around him, lots of grass, plenty of nature, and very little signs of civilization. To journey from a couch to the middle of nowhere was more than even a stoner could bargain for.

"I'm clean. Fhhh bleh! I didn't smoke smmmit! Bloody hell that sounds awful. Why the hell can't I swear? The hell happened to me?"

There was only one way to find out. Sam looked away from the forest, and fixed his attention upon his own body. His feet rose before his eyes, blue, as expected, with three horrible drill-like claws extending from his fingers.

"Come on, those don't even look human. I know I shouldn't expect much from some blue weird kind of crap, but damn it, this crosses any feasible line!" Sam ranted and carefully pet around his body. "What else is changed, huh? Do I have horns? Spikes, like that little blue dickhead that... that..."

Sam's words trailed off as realization hit him harder than puberty. One, he could say dickhead. Two, he knew what he was. Or rather, what he became. He touched around his head, feeling his proud little horns extending beyond his skull like some cheap-ass lightning anime symbol. Then, he poked around the little horn he had on his face. It seemed to have replaced his nose, but somehow he was still breathing normally. Or at least the sensation was there. As he traced along his lips, he realized he had an unreasonably big mouth as well, no doubt belonging to the same blue freak he picked from that idiotic game.

"Holy smudges...I'm him," Sam grabbed his little tail and chuckled. "I'm complete. Tail, horns, horn, big eyes, big mouth, white belly, claws...All the features are here, but what about..."

A hand trailed down his belly, feeling along the smooth, warm surface. Sam spread his legs open. He was going to feel it soon...aaany time now...

"Cripes," he gritted his jaws and rubbed quicker. "Come on, come on. Where the fhhh are you?"

Back home probably, along with his original body. In this crazy ass world, fever dream, or whatever the heck it was, Sam was a blue horned lizard-like creature with many redundant features and no freaking dick!

"That's not possible..." he grabbed his foot with a hand and lowered his big blue eyes onto his bare crotch. "I have no dick. No balls. Not even an ass hole...Why? Why in the world I'm a dick-less dude?!"

Rubbing didn't make it any better. Quite the contrary, it enhanced an annoying truth that angered Sam the more he touched his stupid white belly. All the sensations were there. The warmth, the tingling, the gentle scratching. Everything felt right, even the slight sensation of arousal enveloping him whenever he dipped his hand towards that highly sensitive and intimate part of his body. Sam's blood warmed at the glorious sessions he had in the shower. He emptied his balls so much inside that cabin, the smell of seed seemed to become a constant, just like the soap bubbled clinging to his skin or the falling water pelting his feet. He also missed the sink, or the mirror held on the stand above it. Many times Sam looked at his own reflection in order to perfect the face pleasure-strained face he made at the peak of his climax.

Now, all of that was gone, replaced by the terrible sting and the heavy weight of nothing.

"I can't jack-off, I can't poop, I can't sit down, I can't sleep well...what the hell can I do, eh? Sit here and rub my stupid tummy?"

To hell with it. He was going home, right here, right now.

But first he needed to stand, and even that was a real struggle. Sam propped his weight onto his hand and one by one he placed his feet on the ground.

"Alright...we're good...we're good," he said as he took his first clumsy steps. He still had a few issues with the tail, but his broad feet were rather easy to control. "I'll just find some bridge, or a lake, or something. Good freaking bye, life. If I can't enjoy myself, I might as well be dead!"

He huffed and groaned himself back to normal since not even the forest cared about his plight. There was no chirping, barely any wind, and very little signs of wildlife. Sam just picked a random direction and started walking. He doubted his movie-learned tracking skills would be of any in a world where his cock was missing.

The trees started thinning after a while. More light flowed through in the absence of a thick canopy to block it. Sam huffed. Every step felt an arduous squat with a bag of rocks strapped upon his back compared to the breezy strides he took as a human. His abnormally broad feet allowed only for small, stunted steps, and his claws tripped him more times than he cared to count. Sam fell on his belly a couple of times, groaned, then picked himself back up again. Raging wouldn't magically teleport him out of this world. Crying wouldn't give his body back. Sulking was as bad for his morale as his flimsy tail, embraced by clusters of leaves and dirt like some limp blue stick.

Even with all these difficulties barraging him harder than an A.I on insane mode, Sam kept walking. He wanted to get his body back, sure, but right now he was pleased to get out of this wide and obnoxious forest.

Sun felt like the prom's queen touch after all that time spent in the darkness of the forest. Sam stretched himself. His spine didn't pop, like usual, and his tail felt extremely weird. It took a special muscle to move it. Sam looked behind as he tried to make it swish, move, or even twitch. To no avail. It remained stiff as ever, a pestering reminder of his inability to control this strange body.

"Whatever," Sam looked around the golden fields stretching around him. "I won't need a damn tail where I'm going. In a few hours, I'll be back in on my sofa, playing whatever I feel like however I damn please!"

Sam's blue eyes widened as a gasp left his gaping mouth. "Games...that's it! Thane must've fhhhed with me when I pressed start. I became that fhhhhing...aagh! I hate this PG-13 crap yo. Who the piling piece of scat designs such a stupid game? I can't do jack...aaaaaghhh!"

Sam clawed through the air, shouting all manner of mangled or gurgled profanities. Everything vile that came out of his mouth was censored like in the retarded movies he always avoided. After his rage subsided, Sam continued walking, thinking about how he got here and why.

"Doesn't take a bloody genius to put that creepy kid and his stupid gift together. He obviously wanted me to test his game or whatever the heck this is. 'You are not where you belong'. If I was there, I'd show him where he belongs, thrice-damned freak with hollow eyes!"

Sam took a deep breath. "Still doesn't explain how I got ported here though. There's no effin way his lump of metal and my outdated Thane could put me into that inhibiting-whatever-trance those guys do at Tesserect."

Sam thought a fair amount on the specifics of tech-induced sleep. A genius from his class would have been able to figure out. Him? No chance in hell. Getting even an hour at Tesserect was like climbing Everest with his bare hands and feet. Sure, it was possible...as long as he screwed up his life in the process.

"Nah, screw that. I don't need those bums," Sam said. "I'll figure this on my own. Think. Think!" he slapped his horned head. Talking out loud helped him focus. Kept his mind off the whirling thoughts rushing around his head like an unstoppable tornado.

"I had the battery in. Maybe the unstoppable energy created a ripple that pierced through the barriers of reality. I'm in an alternate universe, or...naaah," he sighed. "I'd still be a human if that were the case. It all started with a game. Gotta figure who was that blue bastard I picked. Blue Thunder's lizard? His pet?" Sam shook his head. "Nah...that's just the fanboy in me talking. I'm pretty damn sure I've seen that fhhher before though...gah! Can you give me a break already?"

Silence.

Sam let out an almighty sigh and kept on walking on his oversized legs, minding his equally ridiculous claws. He pushed the stalks of wheat from his face as best as he could with his clumsy hands. Everything looked so big now, though that was understandable for any person unfortunate enough to be stuck in the body of a blue stunted midget.

"I'm probably hideous. Even kids would laugh at me. Freaking kids..." Sam chuckled. "This is probably some runt's dream. He thinks this is how greatness looks like, tripping with every step, wishing for this nightmare to be over every second. Well, allow me to retort, punk. This is horrible, and whoever made this digital world or whatever the heck it is can go suck on his own inexistent sausage!"

That felt good. Almost as good as the thrill of discovery that rushed through his body. The childhood hid all these secrets. He just had to dig deep enough to uncover the relevant information. Sam dropped on the ground to focus. He closed his eyes, ignored the itch under his butt, blocked the tickling grass, and went to the farthest days he could remember from his punk kid years. There was no PC back then, and the few consoles on the market were still too expensive for the average citizen. The only dose of entertainment came from TV in the form of various cartoons. Some were about superheroes, others about talking animals.

And a special few featured an alternate reality where boys and girls could control their own semi-intelligent pets in order to compete against each other, battle the forces of evil, or achieve greatness.

"Digi something," Sam mumbled. "That was the name. Figured I knew that robot bug from somewhere. It belonged to that show, along with the other four freaks. The heck was their name? Mon...something with men or mon."

Pokemon came to mind, along with the countless croissants Sam bought to complete his album. That one lacked any digital features though. Pokemon were more like stupid animals, and the show was all about catching them.

"Digimon?" Sam opened his squinted eyes. "Kinda sounds like it. They had those remotes, right? Little bastards evolved whenever the kids got into trouble. Can I evolve too?"

Then what? Grow more extra limbs? Wings maybe, to fly wherever he felt like? Sam laughed at how ridiculous that sounded.

"It would be cool to be a dragon though," he said as he got up. "Could burn this stupid field to a crisp and find something to eat. Darn, I'm hungry. And thristy. And pissed. Wonder what I'll be after an hour of senseless walking."

Obviously tired. And angry. And more pissed than he was before. Sam was never good at tracking the sun's movement, but he guessed at least a few good hours passed before he finally found the path to civilization. He peeked at the simple road from the cover of the tall vegetation, afraid that one of the other digimon would spot him. He saw a few flying above, and each time he crawled into a ball to make himself as small as possible. These weren't people. Digimon battled each other. Sometimes they did even weirder things. His memory was still rusty from all the years spent in school and later on upon the comfort of his couch, but Sam knew solitude was his greatest ally right now.

"At least until I reach a city," he whispered. "Road's gotta lead somewhere. But which way do I go? That way?" he looked past his shoulder, towards the forest rising in the distance. "Or towards those little mountains?"

Sam made up his mind in a flash. He had enough of entangling vegetation. Mountains had rocks, and rivers, and cleaner trees, so the choice was not choice at all.

Sam kept on walking along the side of the road until the sun started descending towards the mountains rising in the distance. They weren't getting any bigger, though he could make out the faint outline of a town. He felt so relieved to see the first sign of civilization. Sam threw away caution. He stripped himself of all the fear, inhibitions, and whatever else hid inside his head and started running, enduring the slapping grass and his tripping feet until he reached the edge of the town. He wasn't completely retarded though. Before he rushed in like an idiot, he analyzed his surroundings from the safety of the wheat field. This town barely deserved to be called such. It had only a couple of houses, no cars, no food stores, and nothing in the way of transportation.

"Looks more like a ghost town," Sam licked his dry lips. "Wonder what's inside there," he squinted his eyes at the mansion-looking, inn-like sort of building. "Yeah. Seems like a good place to start my detective work. Figure I have to ask a dozen question before I get a straight answer."

He waited for the streets to be empty before he ran inside. The smell of food and sweet beverages filled his nostrils. Voices, growly and soft alike played around his ears. As he looked around, Sam realized there was quite a handful of these Digimon inhabiting this certain establishment. They all sat at tables, eating, drinking, or just interacting with each other.

"Grrrhhh..."

"Whoops!" Sam quickly stepped to the side, bumping into a wall to allow a huge dog-like creature to walk out through the flimsy double doors.

"Can I get you something?" someone asked.

Sam was still too distracted cussing that stupid wolf under his breath to pay any attention.

"Bluey! Hey, bluey! I'm talking to you!"

That bluey guy must have been really dense to avoid answering such obvious call.

"A, go and poke it for me please."

Sam looked towards the approaching waitress-dino-sort of thing. A was one of those little orange dinosaurs with big green eyes, and it was walking straight towards him. Sam pretended to look elsewhere, then shuddered when something warm poked his belly.

"H-hey, that's not very-"

"We called you, but you didn't answer," A said, cocking her head back. She had an obvious female voice though Sam could see no indication of her gender.

"Oh, me?" Sam pointed with a claw when he realized he started staring. "You called me?"

"Two times," the other dino said from the counter.

"Maybe you should've tried my real name. It's-"

"Are you hungry?" A poked Sam again. "You sound hungry to me."

"Oh, yeah. I can do with a bit of food. Erm...how do I order up again?"

The mini T-rex led him towards the counter, much to the amusement of the other patrons. Sam wanted to say a couple of things about their mothers if the language filter wouldn't make him stutter like a total loosers.

"He's all yours."

"What can I get you?" the barkeep asked.

She had the same voice. The same looks. The same features. Were they twins or something?

"Ahem...Let's start with a name, shall we? Mine's Sam. Not lizard. Not freak. And especially not that bluey piece of crap. That would make you what, orange?"

"Augmon," the innkeeper said.

Sam chuckled as A entered inside the serving area right next to its companion. "And that makes your aid what, your twin?"

"Augmon."

"Really?" Sam pointed between them. "You're both Augmon?"

They nodded their heads at him.

"Wow. This is...hah, kind of cracks me up, but I still want to know what kind of mon I am before I get to the good parts. Come on. Crack me up."

"You're a Veemon."

"And an odd one at that."

"Says the orange dino with oversized claws and grape eyes," Sam chuckled. "Tell me why though. I want to know how you digimon think like."

"We have clients to attend to. Just tell us what you want to eat."

"Is cunt on the menu?" Sam tried his best to maintain a poker face.

"Cunt?" both sisters looked at each other. "We are unfamiliar with that item, but you can order something else from the list."

"Alright, what about balls? Or seed? Do you ladies feel it in your throat? Maybe get wet in the morning when you think just how much you can swallow."

They were both legitimately confused. Sam could barely restrain his mirth. He started laughing so loud, everybody in the vicinity stared at him.

"Too loud."

"That's...hahaha, that's what she said!"

"A, do something. I have clients to serve."

The innkeeper's aid jumped over the counter so quickly Sam had no idea where she went or why his belly started aching so fiercely. The stupid dino shoved its fist into his belly, giving him no chance to stand up on his legs. Sam crumbled on his knees, staring right between the creature's legs. There was no rift, or balls, or cock. Just pale, sandy skin, replaced by two huge nostrils and sharp teeth when the creature lowered its head to his level.

"That's...physical assault. You're...agh...gonna get busted for this..."

"Order up."

"Wha?" Sam asked, confused.

"Tell me what you want to eat, and just that."

"I...do you have steak?" he winced.

"Steak coming up."

The dino growled and jumped behind the counter again, leaving Sam alone, lost, and in pain. Everyone stared at him. Some laughed, others sneered, and one other dinosaur-like creature beckoned him to approach with a hand weave.

Sam crawled towards the exit. Screw this Digicrap. He could find his way out a lot easier on his own than to interact with these humorless retards. He stood up on his, legs and would have walked out if something didn't grab his hand. Sam peeked over his shoulder, looking into the amber eyes of the same tattooed reptile he noticed before.

"You're attracting too much attention, Sam," he spoke with a confident male voice.

"Wha? How do you- how do you know my name?"

"I overheard your blabbering mouth, just like everyone else. Now come with me and keep quiet."

His clutch allowed no retort, dragging Sam behind like he was just a sack of rocks and no brains.

"H-hey, that's...I don' wanna-"

"Keep quiet."

"You keep quiet you stupid punk!"

The grip pried open. Sam fell on his back with a groan. He watched the bipedal dino walk back towards his table. Good riddance to that freaking weirdo with...what?

Sam blinked a couple of times, noticing an obvious difference. Two swollen spheres hung between the douchebag's legs, swishing this way and that like a pair of ripe fruits with every step he took.

He was a male. A real male among a crowd of gender-less freaks. Sam couldn't take his eyes off his equipment. He wasn't really into men, but the sight of those balls was nothing but glorious. Could he cum too? Did he have an equally big cock to go with those melons? Did he know where or how to get a gender?

Sam pushed himself up and stumbled between the tables, eyes fixed on the reptilian creature. He was more different than the others, and not just because of his dick. Black markings covered his body, the most prominent weaving themselves into shapes between his eyes, around his wing-like ears, as well as his limbs. He had big claws too, a huge inconvenience just like the lengthy tail extending behind him.

"Can I sit here?" Sam pointed at the empty chair opposite to this tribal orange dino or whatever the hell he was.

"You may," he leaned his head forth. "As long as you keep quiet. Take the food when it comes and eat at least one bite."

"Why?"

"Just sit."

Sam spread his legs and pushed himself onto the stool. It felt mightily uncomfortable to sit with a flimsy tail growing behind, but at least it was good to feel something under his inexistent ass after all that hard walk.

"Order's up for the Veemon," the dino raised his clawed hand, and the innkeep's aid was there in a moment with a covered plate held between her hands. She put it in front of Sam, then lifted the lid. A delicious smell filled the air around him.

Sam moaned, eyes closed, claws trembling with delight.

 "Hope you'll like it."

"I...yeah, thanks. How much is this?"

The waitress left without saying a word.

"Nice habits. Hope she doesn't expect a tip after waving her tail at me like that."

"It's free," mr cock and balls said.

"Really?" Sam smiled, eyeing the hearty piece laid onto his plate.

"Yes. And you can eat it whole if you like. I don't care what keeps your mouth busy as long as it stays busy."

Sam was sorely tempted to snap back if the steak didn't smell so delicious. He grabbed it with one hand and ate it in three bites, savoring the sweet juices that filled his mouth.

"Yummeh," he licked his lips afterwards. "Think I'm gonna get another one."

"Feel free."

Sam ate four orders before he felt full enough. He licked his claws clean, then allowed his hands to fall onto the table before his head followed suit.

"Aaaah...that was the best free meal I ever ate. Probably the only good thing that comes out of this LSD induced trip or whatever this is."

His companion was still silent and creepy as ever. His amber eyes just looked, never blinking, rarely moving.

"Hmh...I thought you're different mate, but you seem like the rest. What are you looking at anyway?"

"You," the dino said.

"Heh. See something you like?" Sam asked.

"No. I see someone that needs some answers. Talking does not always provide what you seek, Sam. I learned more about you from a few moments of watching than you will ever find out about me through your boisterous mouth."

"Tough guy, huh? Tell me," his smile deepened into a mocking challenge. "I'm curious to see what these eagle eyes of yours noticed."

The dinosaur pushed himself closer and propped his chin onto the bridge formed by his formidable claws.

"You are a young human who found himself dragged into our world -the digital world- through means he has yet to understand."

"Hmm. Fair, I suppose," Sam waved a claw at him. "Go on."

"Your feet led you here to this inn, but your mind failed to pay attention to what surrounds you. You don't understand half of what's happening around you because you do not belong to this world. You've never been here. In fact, the only thing that keeps you here at this table is the desire to escape, to leave this world as soon as possible."

"You're good," Sam pointed out with a claw. "Better than I expected, though I did a clumsy job too by refusing to be labeled as any ordinary freak. If you think I'll stop being Sam because I have this weird-ass body, then you're in for a big surprise mate. Really big one."

"No. I don't want you to change. In fact, you can be whoever you want to be as long as you don't stir up trouble."

That trouble part again. Sam forced his mouth shut to avoid saying another clever quip. Answers. He needed answers, not the stupid jokes of a retarded moron.

"I think we started off on the wrong foot mate. Tell me who you are, and I'll tell you some real stuff about me. Deal?"

"I suppose that's a start," the dino blinked and straightened his spine. "I'm a traveler, just like you. My name is Guilmon, though you can call me any way you want."

"Like Dino? Or Raptor? Or Rex?"

"Anything."

"You got the face of a Zack, so I'll stick with that."

"As you wish."

He was so prompt. Sam thought a bit on what to reveal about himself. After a minute of awkward silence, he realized how little fucks he gave about protecting his alternate universe identity. It wasn't like these digimon could do anything to him once he was back in the real world.

So he revealed everything about him, starting from the early days of school and ending with the creepy kid and his gift. Zack either wasn't interested or had the best poker face in the universe. He stared with the same expression, unblinking and unfazed even when Sam started bashing his world with the technological might of the Tesserect.

"Don't get me wrong, I hate them a lot more than I hate this Digiworld, but maaan...I gotta hand the thumbs-up to them. They have everything you can ask for: space battles, medieval warfare, dragons, sex, boobs, asses...everything. I can be a bounty hunter that's getting laid twenty-four-seven on his zombie manned ship or a badass magician that defends his castle from vampire dragons. It's freaking awesome!"

"Your enthusiasm is noted," Zack said.

Sam scoffed drily. "Jeez, you sound like a robot. What can you tell me about this world? Come on, tell me how I can get out of this mess."

"Not here."

"Why not?" Sam looked around. "Everybody's busy with their food."

"That's what they want you to think. Digimon and humans always benefited from each other's presence. They taught us the value of cooperation, and in turn we fought their battles."

"You had humans? In this world?"

"About twenty years must have passed since the last one left. Now follow me out. I'll explain more when there aren't so many ears around us."

"Why?"

"Because seeing is believing, Sam the Veemon."

There was nothing to see out there aside from fields, dust, and lonely roads. Even so, Sam kept following Zack like a loyal dog, sneaking in a peek between his legs now and again. His cock was sheltered in a thick sheath. Perhaps that was for the best. There was no telling how his monster looked like once it broke loose.

Would his look the same? Sam wondered how a human cock would fit his new body. Skinny, drooping balls, all hairy and obvious on the white background of his crotch. Yeah...that wasn't a sight he wanted to see any time soon.

"Are we far enough?" he asked, taking a quick peek around. "You can speak now, unless you think the grass will hear us."

"It's better to be cautious than sorry. Many fights are won through ambush and deception."

"Dude, I ain't talking about fighting. Why can't we be friends?"

"Friendship is still a new term for us," Zack stared back at the inn. "Digimon have been at odds with each other for a long time. We like to fight, to show what we're capable of, and since none of us can really die, many chose to engage in this sort of aggressive behavior."

"Whoa, really? Do you respawn, like in a game or something?"

"Quite right. Even if our forms perish, our code endures, allowing us to be recreated after a certain amount of time passes."

Sam rubbed his temples. "Whoa...that's heavy. So you're telling me this really is a game. Do I have special moves? Can I shoot laser beams out of my own hands?"

Sam pushed his hands together and threw his arms to the side. "Kaaa-meee-haaaa-meee....HAAAAAAAA!"

Zack blinked at the useless display "That is the strangest behavior I ever witnessed. What did you hope to accomplish?"

"Aside from shooting a giant laser out of my hands? Nothing much," Sam scratched behind his head. "Why the heck didn't it work though?"

"Abilities are earned, not given. You either need to possess the code to use them, or train. As a Veemon, you have access to a couple of basic moves, but I can teach you to be something more than ordinary if you so desire."

"Really?" Sam looked up to his dino pal. "Like teaching me how to form tornadoes with my round-house kicks, or how to shoot lasers with my hands?"

"Nothing that extreme, but close. I would advise you to manage your expectations. The Digiworld is old. Much older than the Tesserect you told me about, or even the world you come from."

"How does it work, then?" Sam asked. "Come on, let's walk around. I want to know everything there is about Digicrap."

Zack took him on a tour around the town, pointing out why transportation had been in shambles. After the last human vanished, most Digimon returned to their original habitats. Reclusive and solitary, many refused to share their knowledge or pass down their abilities to others. This led to conflicts of interests, which divided their whole race. Only a few pockets of friendly Digimon remained, sort of like lion prides or wolf packs. They looked after each other and lived a simple, monotonous life.

The code was the heart of this world. It governed everything, from weather patterns to the behavior of each Digimon. Each had its own personality, though the skills they could acquire remained restricted to their particular species most of the times. Only a few Digimon ever managed to surpass these limitations, and in every occasion humans were involved.

Apparently, bonding with a human yielded Digimon enormous learning capabilities and powers. They could fight better and evolve faster in order to protect their human companion who was mostly defenseless against the devastating attacks any Digimon could unleash.

Sam was a Veemon, somewhat of a newb compared to some of the great legends that existed into this world. It demoralized him to hear how lowly he was compared to Blue Thunder's level of skill, but there was still hope. Zack talked more about the code. It ran like most gaming programs, with rules and limitations, but there were certain ways to break it, and Sam was more than eager to hear about those.

"Can we do something about this PG-13 crap? I'm really annoyed about how my mouth seizes up every time I say a bad word."

"Humans are indeed more creative than we can ever be...though I never heard of a way to change the vocabulary settled in the lexicon of origination."

"Come on..." Sam crossed his arms.

Zack shrugged. "Just find ways around it. If words ever fail, remember you have more than one asset."

Sam looked at his tiny claws. "Yeah...I can scratch the crap out of whoever pisses me off. How fitting, when Blue Thunder can kick his way around the world in seconds."

"You aren't him. You aren't even Sam. The quicker you get used to who you are now, the faster you will find ways to overcome your limitations."

"Easy for you to say," Sam looked the other side to stop himself from staring at Zack's crotch. He wanted to be alone, all of a sudden. Just him and his thoughts. He had a fun ride for two years after he finished highschool. What changed, apart from his body? Very little. Sure, he was stuck in a weird-ass digital world with no means of getting out and every chance to get assaulted by some battle-crazed Digimon, but he didn't have a job to attend, no rooms to clean, no bothersome parents to ask for constant loans.

Sam was well aware he lived like a parasite. In here, he could be something else. He could be someone else.

"Tell me more about those fighting styles," he said, turning back to Zack. "I want to know how to...to..."

"To what?" Zack asked.

Sam had troubles voicing out his thoughts when Zack's one-eyed sheath stared right back at him. It was so plump! Who knew what kind of beast resided inside?

"To fight," Sam whipped his eyes away from the digimon's crotch. "I wanna fight, right now," he balled his fingers into fists. "Come on, show me what you have."

"Is that really what you want?"

What kind of question was that? Sam scratched his neck with a claw. "Well, yeah. If some punk ambushes us, I wanna be ready."

Zack took a step closer. Then another. And another, until he laid a clawed hand upon Sam's head, right between his horns.

"I've seen your eyes linger. It's alright. Many have seen it. It's not like I do any efforts to hide it."

"I...yeah, no. I'm not one to look at people's junks, mate."

"Yet you did. Several times, in fact."

"Nah dude, you're wrong. I'm not some kind of pervert. Now get your hand off before..."

"Before what?" Zack asked.

The bastard put some force into his arm. Sam grunted. His head had nowhere to go but down, and in a moment of weakness he made eye contact with Zack's cock yet again. The perfect shape of that sheath, those firm, perky balls resting between his legs...he wanted them. Not like a whore wanted cock, of course. He wanted them to become his, to bless him again with the biting musk of masculinity.

"F-fhh...freaking...you're big, dude. Freaking big."

"An observation that is much appreciated. Would you like to touch?"

Sam wrenched himself free at the prospect of such despicable act. "Hell no! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"There's nothing wrong with honesty. You are the one who is deceiving himself. Staring, thinking, probably even feeling it inside your belly, yet denying it with every word you say."

"What...what the hell are you talking about?" Sam asked, his voice frail and unsure. He knew what Zack was talking about. Blazes, he knew! His belly started tingling from the moment he left the inn. Now, when he saw cock from up-close, that tingling transformed into an infuriating itch that vehemently refused to disperse. Was he...aroused? Was it even possible without a gender?

"You are interested in my equipment, if not in me. Go ahead. Say it. Stop deceiving yourself with lies."

"I..." Sam started. "Bloody hell, of course I am! I'm male too, you know. Why do you have to be the only Digibastard with a cock?" Sam jutted a finger between Zack's legs. "I had one twice bigger as a human, and every girl freaking worshipped me. I changed girlfriends faster than socks, and I don't even want to get started on how many times I emptied my balls inside anything I freaking wanted!"

"That's good. We're getting somewhere."

"You're wrong, buddy. I'm done spending time with a freak. Gah. What a waste of time."

Sam turned his eyes towards the wheat fields and started running. Barely four steps were made before Zack's words stopped him dead in his tracks.

"I know your pain. If only you'll allow me to-"

"Liar!" Sam whirled around. "You weren't transformed. You weren't made into a bitch! How can you tell me you know how it is to trade one perfect body for this...this...stunted midget I've become? You lie and pretend to know everything. I'm done with you, hear me? I'm done!"

"Then you will remain genderless for many years."

"Screw you!" Sam showed him the finger.

"Even if I know a way to help you become a male again?"

"Wha?" Sam squinted his eyes. "What did you just say?"

"I know how to meddle with the program, and if you linger around for just a bit more I will help you."

"Will you show me a way out too? I'd rather go back to my world than be part of your Digigang."

"That will come later."

"Figures," he shook his head. "You're just buying more time for whatever pervy things you want to do to me. I think I'm better on my own, mate. I'll find my own way to get a cock."

"Well, I'll give you a minute to think about it. I have to take a leak anyway."

Perverse curiosity stirred within Sam's belly. As a human, he loved to compare his generous girth to other bums. Could he beat this Digiasshole? Just how well endowed was he? There was a single way to find out.

Sneakily, Sam approached from behind, making sure he remained out of Zack's eyesight. He seemed focused on spreading his legs accordingly, probably to make sure his urine didn't hit one of his huge toe claws. Once his tail straightened behind his back, his water started trickling.

Sam quickened his steps, going around his tail first, admiring his balls just a bit...

...then gasping when his eyes fell upon the largest head he had the perverse delight of witnessing. Somebody should've warned him Digimon needed to peel their sheath back when relieving themselves. No. Zack should've came with a biohazard warning for the kind of package he sported. His head was almost as big as Sam's fist, flanked by soft, ramified barbs that gave it a flowery appearance. Sam would have laughed if he wasn't entranced by how thick and strong his cock looked. Throbs raced along its length with every jet, ripening it like a big, tasty fruit.

"Done," Zack pushed the pad of a finger against his bare head. A wet plop escaped from his sheath as his beastly penis retreated into the fattened sheath. "Oh... I didn't realize you were staring."

Sam still kept his eyes on that package. Heat raced inside his belly. He felt so hot inside, almost sweaty. When he looked at his tummy, he found out why. A pink shade replaced the normal white color. He touched it, then gasped at how warm his skin was.

"I...I may have peeked a little..." Sam said with an innocent smile.

"Enough to get excited, it seems. May I?" Zack pointed.

Sam nodded, too stunned to even think properly where and what Zack was going to touch. He felt his fingers running along his heated skin, a low rumble churning inside his throat.

"Mhmm...it's been a while since I felt this."

"What's this? What's happening to me?"

"Isn't it obvious?" He rubbed quickly, making Sam moan like a little slut. "You're aroused, silly! The code just doesn't know how to express this particular feeling, so it alters your belly in the absence of a gender."

"Ghh...it's...I hate it," he stumbled back a few steps to rub himself. A wave of pure pleasure raced through his spine, so harsh that Sam had to clench his jaws to suppress the raw heat that churned inside his belly. "Huff...mfff...why...why does it feel so good?"

"Veemons are very sensitive around their bellies. If you had a cock, your seed would've come out right about now."

Sam opened his teary eyes. Blazes, he felt wet up there and too sensitive between his legs. "I want to cum... Ghh...I want to cum so bad. How the hell do I cum without a cock? How?"

Zack approached. "You can't. But I can help you become a male again. That is what you want, right?"

"Yes. Yes..." Sam nodded his head. "I'll do anything. Please...just get me rid of this freaking heat!"

Zack took Sam deep into the field of wheat, away from the road and everything else. Sam had no idea what he was planning. For what he knew, Zack could have been planning to rape or to murder him. As a human, he would have been terrified, but as a horny Veemon that could think of nothing else but cumming rivers Sam was willing to take any risk.

He stopped when Zack did, and watched him flatten everything with his strong tail. Only after they had a small circle for themselves he motioned for Sam to sit down.

"There? Why?" Sam asked.

"It's easier if you're seated. Just drop down and try to avoid your belly. It will only get worse if you keep rubbing it."

"Alright..." Sam dropped onto his bum. "What now?"

"You may not like this part."

"I don't care. Just say it."

"In order to get a gender, you must swallow the corresponding essence. I'm male, and you want to become a male, so-"

"I have to suck your bloody cock," Sam interrupted.

"Quite blunt, but yes. That is what has to be done."

"Jeez... I should've known it was some perverted piece of crap," Sam lamented. "Did you suck somebody else's cock too, or are you just making this stupid smmit...gaaah that's so annoying. Isn't there another way?"

"Not that I know of," Zack seated himself on the ground, spreading his legs further to flaunt his male pride before Sam's glistening eyes. "And if you must know, I spent the equivalent of two years trying to find a male digimon that could solve my particular problem."

"That rare, huh?"

"Only a few in a thousand," Zack said.

Sam could empathize with him. Hell, he was worked up only for a few minutes. Zack endured whole days. Weeks. Years! "You must've been horny as hell, bud. How did you endure all this...nightmare?"

"I kept myself distracted. Focused on what I had to do. After all that time, a few seconds of gulping down some liquid feels easy. It's worth it, Sam. Don't do the same mistake I did. Waiting only prolongs the inevitable...unless you're comfortable remaining trapped between two worlds even the code struggles to understand."

Sam swallowed whatever saliva he had inside his mouth. It was disgusting and wrong to put another's male junk inside his mouth...but technically this wasn't really his mouth, was it? His human self had no shortcomings. Sam never ever planned to put a cock inside his human mouth, but as a Digimon the circumstances were slightly different.

"How...how does it taste?"

"Like fruits. It will feel like drinking your favorite squeeze."

Sam closed his eyes. An eternity spent without a gender, or a few moments of distress? The choice was no choice at all.

"Alright, I'll do it, but tell me what to expect first. I don't want this to turn into some weird perverted kind of crap, because it's business, right? You give me something, and I get something in return."

"Well said," Zack scrambled up onto his feet. "As for the procedure, I think it's easier if I straddle you."

"Mounting? Really dude?"

"I don't want my claws, your claws, or anything sharp anywhere near my privates. I think you can empathize with that."

"Sure, dude. Whatever. So you're going to what, put your dick in my mouth just like that?"

"You'll spread your legs to the side, as far as you can, and I'll come over to you. My member might touch or rub along your belly, but rest assured. You will find my touch quite more pleasant than you might expect."

"Eww..." Sam grimaced. "And how long does this last? A minute? Three? Five?"

"Less," Zack smiled. "If you know how to suck, that is."

Sam laughed. "Bro, I'll be the best slut ever. Just make sure you finish as fast as possible."

"It's been several months, in fact. I can't pleasure myself. My claws are sharp, my neck scarcely flexible, and my tail completely useless."

Sam agreed with a slow nod of his head. "So you have to rely on others to get pleasure. I know that feeling, bro."

"In a way, I want this as much as you. It's been so long, Sam. Far too long..."

"Let's not make this any weirder than it already is. Just come over and get this over with."

"Legs to the side then, and arms to the ground. I really-"

"Yeah yeah. Just come already, will you?"

Sam never saw Zack so flustered before. His poker face started to melt under the waves of sexual excitement preceding every session of sex. His claws gripped onto the ground with each step, his fingers curling and fidgeting. Sam smiled to himself. He couldn't really blame this old chap when he started flexing his muscles and growling like an animal before every fapping session. He focused his attention on Zack though. On his big freaking legs and the equally large equipment that hung below his tail. The Digimon pushed his knees into Sam's feet, thrusting his sheath right into his face.

"Dude...just..." Sam pressed his lips shut as musky smells draped all over his face. "Just freaking..."

He felt those warm balls rolling down his belly. A delightful rush of heat spread beneath his sensitive skin. So pleasant in fact that Sam had to squeeze his jaws shut to avoid moaning like a little bitch.

"I'll give you time to get acquainted with it first. You don't have to...you know, get down to business from the very start."

"Oh, so you want me to lick your balls too while I'm at it?" Sam scrunched his lips as much as he could, being a strange big-mouthed lizard and all.

"Not exactly. I..." Zack sighed. "I want you to be comfortable with this. My first time wasn't that pleasant, and my first partner was consumed by his eagerness to climax."

"Dude, just chill, alright? I know what I want, and you told me what you want. Just keep silent for a bit, will ya?"

Silence unnerved him even more, but Sam wanted to be able to focus on the beauty that hang before his eyes. Two swollen fruits cuddling in a ripe little sack behind the plumpiest sheath he ever saw in his life. Not even dogs were that big, and if they were, it was because of the fur for sure.

Sam flexed his fingers, He was eager to grab, to feel what was soon going to grow between his own legs, but he kept his excitement in check. Each breath saw to that. Zack didn't have an overly unpleasant smell, yet he still smelled vividly like a male, somewhat like Sam smelled after a session of intense workout.

And he really liked that. To be able to smell the power exuded by pure, untarnished maleness. To be able to feel it upon his face. To be able to lick it if he so desired...

Sam closed his eyes and inched closer and closer to Zack's private parts. He wasn't disturbed by them. Not when his blood raged beneath his heated skin and his belly felt like a fiery hazard from hell. Gentle heat touched Sam's face. Then smoothness. Warm, comforting silkiness padded with two shapely balls on the inside

"Ohhhh...." He heard Zack sigh from above, muscles trembling with anticipation.

Sam brushed his face along his balls, allowing them to split by his horn, then meet again as they rolled over his eyes and towards his horns. He savored the warmth, but most of all, the smell. Sam took a deep whiff. His heart leaped in his chest, and without his accord, his tongue rushed out to lick the slightly salty surface of the sack.

"Ahh...that's...never expected...ahh..."

Sam couldn't stop. He kissed Zack's beautiful balls. Licked them. Tasted each of them in turns with short and long licks alike before he climbed along the sheath. Zack tensed up like a spring. Surges of smoldering heat traversed the insides of his sheath. Sam knew what those were. He climbed higher and higher, rolling his tongue along the underside until he met tslid right through the moistened ring flesh that made up his tip.

"Nghhhaaahhhh..." Zack moaned as his private, overly sensitive sanctuary was invaded by the first tongue he tasted in month. Untamed shivers ran through his legs, making his toes shift and his tail tremble as he fought to maintain his balance.

Sam supported him as best as he could with his feet, though his attention was taken by the multitude of tastes that washed upon his tongue. Some were slightly bitter and unpleasant, like the fragrance of fresh urine, while others were delightful and sweet. He lapped quickly, poking in and out through the sheath's silky walls, feeling Zack grow bigger and harder with each spasming throb. Hells, he almost felt like a female inside, and even moaned like one until his engorging member burst through the opening.

"Mmmmffff...aaaaahhhh...so good...that felt so good..."

Sam licked his lips with a broad swipe. So many delicious tastes rolled from one side of his mouth to the other. He swallowed with a satisfied gulp, then opened his pleasure-dazed eyes to the beauty that was Zack's unsheathed cock. That hard, glorious bulge was his for the taking, with all the wonderful decorations flanking the head. Clear fluid dripped from the little hole in the middle. More squirted each time he throbbed, filling the air with the sweet smell of manliness.

"Your belly..." Zack stuttered. "I want to...to hump your belly a bit before you take me inside..."

Sam nodded. He found himself agreeing with everything when this thick, heated haze of arousal clouded his judgment. The sight of cock mesmerized him. Heck, it looked better than even cunt after the bare horror he noticed when he first entered the Digiworld. Sam wanted to taste it. He craved to sample every pleasures offered by that strong, throbbing organ.

But first he had to feel it upon his belly. He laid his head back and held his lust in check as Zack carefully crouched above him. His cock throbbed once, twice, thrice...

...then squirted a stream of hot fluid when its vein webbed surface touched the heated pink of Sam's belly.

Zack groaned with bestial might, knees bucking, tail shuddering behind him. He held his erection there, squished between a hard crotch and a warm belly while Sam squirmed and whimpered at how good his balls felt, draped all over his special place. Their weight was perfect. Their shape unmatched. He could cum just by holding them there if he had a cock...

But the only member extended along his belly, reaching terrifyingly close to his lips.

Zack pushed himself forth with a groan, sliding along that beautiful shade of young pink, barraging Sam's chin with a series of quick, lustful thrusts all while Sam panted for that ripe, juicy cock. It slid like oil upon him. Felt like the hands of the most skilled masseur he could imagine. Silk met its match when that soft, glistening skin rushed back and forth between his chin and his legs, and oil trembled in defeat before Zack's heavenly precum. The concoction of smells heated Sam's lust to new heights, but not as much as the squelching sounds that announced the heightening of Zack's desire.

It only took him a few thrusts to get in the mood. Zack's sheath became dripping wet, same as his balls and a large surface of Sam's belly. None of them complained though. Sam took the rubs like a gift, grabbing onto grass, debris, or whatever he found underneath, trembling from whatever joints he could move. The heat kept rising, and rising, and the cock kept spitting and growing.

"More...More..." Zack panted with wild abandon while he pushed and pulled, squelched and squirted.

"Haaaaah..." Sam cried out to the skies as the heat of the friction became unbearable to his horny little belly. "Stop...please stop..."

The overwhelming sensation lasted for a couple more thrusts. Sam thought he was going to pass out from all that heat, but the smoldering sensation subsided soon as the throbbing muscle left his belly.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't stop. I just....I couldn't stop..."

Sam opened his clear blue eyes and blinked. Tears rolled down the sides of his head. Once his eyes were clear and his breath steadied, he managed to perk his head. The dripping mess was enough to leave his mouth hanging, but the sight of Zack's equipment was what did it. Sam was no longer staring at a cock, but at an enraged beast ready to lay siege to anything that rose in its path. His hole was round and deep. His ridges flared with every throb, along with the veins leading to his spread sheath. The base was a soaked mess that dribbled with a constant sticky stream, but what caught Sam's eyes were the mounds that rose on either side. They looked almost like balls, only smoother, and harder, and fleshy!

"You have two sets of balls?" he asked, blinking several times to make sure he wasn't tripping.

"No, it's just part of my equipment, meant to lock me into whoever I happen to thrust into."

"Like my mouth?" Sam's eyes widened.

"Only if you take me deep enough," Zack smiled meekly.

"No way in hell. No freaking way I can fit so much inside."

"You'd be surprised, but...just start licking. I'm nearing completion as we speak."

Sam licked his lips prior to his last act. If he was about to take his first male into his mouth, he made damn sure to do this properly. He opened wide enough to match Zack's size, then slid towards his cock...

...only to have an unexpected thrust shove the whole head and the flare inside his mouth. Sam chocked when several inches of rock hard manliness split his mouth apart. His lips fell behind the head, anchored in place by the ramified barbs that littered the ridge while his tongue did its best to hold back the siege.

Sam really had no chance. Huffing louder than an enraged boar and groaning like a bear, Zack pushed himself deeper and deeper. Sam moaned, groaned, and shivered, fighting back until his very throat was pelted with unending streams of arousal. Sam swallowed hard and fast. His life depended on it, yet his clenching muscles kissed the most sensitive part of any male's anatomy, and Zack was less than eager to part with such an exquisite shelter for his cock. He kept there, squirting his lust deep inside that lovely, squirming throat while Sam fought for his right to breathe.

After six hefty gulps, fresh air resumed its flow. Sam took a deep breath, then helplessly choked on the copious amounts of slime that littered his mouth. Translucent drops burst from the edges of his mouth, giving way to drooping streams made of the same sticky precum.

"So warm....so moist...I never...never felt something so good before... Neverrr!" Zack thrust himself yet again.

Sam tried to block him, but his tongue was flimsy and his lips too weak to hold the beast in check. He pulled back instead, allowing the ridges to scratch along his lips until the whole cock plopped out with a messy squelch.

 "Wh...why?" Zack panted in disbelief. "We had...we had a deal."

Sam swallowed everything before speaking. "No choking. No thrusting. Just cum. Only cum."

The Digimon nodded quickly. "Down to the last drop. Only works if you swallow it all, Sam."

"Just effin cum then," Sam said before he focused his eyes back on his treat. In this light, it really looked like a strawberry icecream ready to be eaten. Sam licked around the head a couple of times to test Zack's sensitivity. His cock throbbed with restless might, spitting twice faster whenever he poked around a ridge. That must have been his magic spot for sure.  Sam took a deep breath, then blew the hot air along the cock at the same time as he rolled his tongue along the entire ridge. Zack tensed up like a spring. He didn't cum, but Sam was rewarded with something equally stimulating. Zack huffed and moaned like a teenage girl that wet herself for the first time, and that was music to Sam's ears...at least until he licked along the shaft's length. He only managed to collect some salty musk before he retreated. Tasting the sheath was not something he was interested, though it looked somewhat appetizing, laid bare before his eyes like that.

Sam kissed the tip a couple more times before he decided it was high time to end this bargain. He took Zack's head in, just like last time, rolling it along his tongue, smothering him with streams of heated saliva. His sensitive cock responded to the stimulation in kind, spitting its normal load.

What Sam planned to do was far from normal though. He suckled slowly, working his lips around the head, caressing along the squirting hole, lulling Zack into a false sense of security. Then, his breath hitched for a moment. A weakness that Sam was most eager to exploit.

His lips pulled back, dragging the sensitive ridges towards his teeth. Zack tensed at the contact, then shivered with a debilitating spasm when Sam pushed his tongue hard against his squirming hole. The sensitive flesh welcomed him with streams of arousal, but Sam kept his tongue there, plugging his cock, sending its heated load right back inside.

"Graaah....aaaaah...." Zack slapped his tail into the ground, no doubt due to the overwhelming amounts of stimulation barraging his rock hard shaft

Sam was prepared to give him another blow. He moved his jaws carefully, grazing gently upon those barbs. He knew how good that must felt. He knew what happened if he continued.

And he was right. The Digimon's long moan heralded his impending release. His muscles became tempered steel, his cock heated iron. Sam kept up, pressing his tongue harder inside the hole, suckling and grazing the ridges, stimulating the cock with all the saliva he could muster...

...until an untamed flood rushed towards his defenseless throat. Zack's member bloated under the strain of the upcoming wave of tidal delight. Sam only had a second to prepare himself. He swallowed everything he had to make room for the stream seed. He was ready...or believed as such until Zack thrust himself forth yet again.

Sam burst with a choked cry when those hard inches of raging cock rushed through his mouth as if he was nothing but a cunt. His tongue flew to the side. Battered and helpless, his lips trembled upon the sliding shaft. The knot rammed right through his lips, secured by the squelching explosion that took place after Sam's face rammed into Zack's overflowing sheath. Musk, strong and raw filled his nostrils. Salty and sweet fragrances alike invaded his mouth. His eyes stung from the potent concoction, and Sam scrunched them shut, trembling like a bitch with all that cock lodged inside his mouth. That was all he could do before the heated stream burst straight into his throat. Cry for it, then take it.

"Graaaaarhhhh!" Zack unleashed his passion with a feral scream. Strong, healthy throbs pushed the seed out of his swollen in a mighty gush that filled Sam's entire mouth. Most drowned the insides of his throat, but a few rushed towards his lips, bursting out in form of thick, milky droplets.

Sam fought to swallow the raging torrent. He felt every jolt that raced through Zack's steel-like flesh. He sensed every shudder of his strained muscles. Took in every squirt that pushed more and more seed down his defenseless throat.

Sam fought his urge to breathe and did battle with his raging instincts. He needed this seed more than ever. Craved for it. So he munched onto the knot as if it was life, adding blissful amounts of pressure to Zack's flaring erection. His throbs quickened, and so did his stream. His cock was lodged deep, so deep in fact that Sam forfeited the need to swallow. Every gush just fell through his throat, pelting his tunnel with strong, heated jets of virile manliness.

He loved it at first. Delighted in the power that coursed through him. Remained inspired by how hard a male could cum...

Until the need to breath overpowered his lust. Sam wrenched himself free, spitting the knot out in a sticky display of bursting cum. Zack trembled when that happened. He didn't expect such a rude interruption, but neither did Sam when he pushed himself in his throat. He should've spat his cock out for all he cared, but the seed was precious, and tasty too. Once he got a hold of Zack's pumping head, he licked and slurped around the tip, treating it like a creamy and oversized popsickle while Zack moaned and groaned and panted. He really had a lot in him. Squirt by squirt, his balls emptied their load into Sam's hungry mouth. He played the sticky seed around, washing Zack in his own produce, giving him a taste of what he offered before he swallowed the creamy contents. It did taste like a fruit flavored milkshake, consistent and deliciously thick to the tongue. Sam enjoyed the drink for as long as he could. It all lasted for a dozen squirts, and even after he started tapering off, that cock still oozed thin strands of its essence.

Sam prepared to pull back before an overwhelming surge seized his body. He fell on the ground, limp as a log, cum dripping along the side of his trembling mouth.

"It's starting," Zack said.

"Ngghhhh!" Sam groaned. His muscles tensed so hard, he thought he would explode. Then, an overwhelming wave of pure heat rushed along his spine. Raw pleasure exploded between his legs, intense, sudden, akin to the strongest of orgasms. Sam scrunched his eyes shut, letting out the loudest scream he could muster. Muscles shifted and changed, so quick and so hard that he felt like soiling himself.

"Raaarhhhh....graaaaah!" he thrashed on the ground as sticky waves rushed out of his body. Was that blood? Was he dying? The whole ordeal lasted only a few seconds. With great effort Sam opened his eyes. He felt like he hasn't slept for weeks. Even breathing was a chore, and moving was out of the question.

"What...what happened?"

"It worked," Zack said as he crouched, pushing his head between Sam's legs while his cock still dangled between his legs, dripping with a constant stream of cloudy cum. "Everything worked as it should, Sam."

"R-really? Can I...can I see?"

Zack helped his head up. Sam's tired eyes rushed along his belly. Finally, he was a male. Finally, he had a...had a...

A pussy? No. He was dreaming. This was some kind of delusion. He blinked once, twice, thrice, but the image refused to shift. A wet rift traversed between his legs, surrounded by two puffy lips that clenched every time his muscles moved.

"That's...no, that's wrong. That's..."

"That's the new you, Sam," Zack dropped his head back on the ground and dipped his head towards his cunt. "And I plan to enjoy every bit of the gift you have been blessed with."

Sam couldn't talk. Couldn't move. He couldn't do anything aside from moaning like a bitch as Zack's tongue fell upon his gender. His body seized up, and pleasure fettered him once again.