The Digi World was quite similar the Real One in a lot of aspects. However, one close look and you would quickly notice you are not on the Real World.

The constellations were all different in the sky. The flowers and other forms of plant-life seemed to have screens and some other computer features integrated in them. Even the air itself felt different.

The very laws of physics in there worked far too differently than the ones on the Real World, as anyone would notice as soon as they tried to use a move in there and noticed how they behaved.

That was one of the reasons, according to some, why Pokémon didn’t feel as comfortable in there as they did on their own world.

However, there was still a pretty big number of Pokémon who ended up living in the Digi World, as they chose to live in there for one reason or another, putting aside their century-long enmity with the Digimon to live near them, although always forming tight-knit communities among themselves.

And this was something that bothered more than a few Digimon. However, they learned to accept it, as that helped improve their relations with humans, who were native from the same world as the Pokémon.

Some, however, found the presence of Pokémon on their own world so upsetting that they would rather do something about it then try and tolerate them for the sake of humans.

And, in doing so, they often ended in problem with the Digi Police.

Like Drix did.

“Stop in name of the law!” Said the human woman in police uniform who was currently ridding on the back of her partner. The Ginryumon growled and roared as he continued the chase, going after the smaller, but incredibly fast, Dorumon who was running on two legs ahead of them, taking advantage of every little thing on the path he could use to try and get those two out of his way.

“How is he so fast being so small!?” The human woman said, to what the Ginryumon said:

“He is an X-Digimon. It is the effect of the X-antivirus.”

“No, it’s not only that...” The human said, seeing how fast that Dorumon was moving. She met other Dorumons before, and none of them moved half as swiftly as that one guy. “He must have made illegal upgrades on himself.”

Yes, for Digimon, unlike Pokémon, were capable of upgrading using a variety of programs and digital applications. They were, after all, living computer programs, it would be strange if they were not able to upgrade themselves.

Such upgrades, however, were closely monitored by the authorities, once some of them could be used for serious criminal activities. You needed a special permission to have such upgrades made on yourself, and those were often only given after long psychological and criminal screenings to see if the Digimon in question had any inclination to misuse such enhancements.

She had the very strong suspicion that this Dorumon had not done such evaluations, and probably acquired the upgrades through illegal means.

Just as she thought that, the Dorumon made a jump in the air. He jumped higher than it should be possible for a Digimon his size and built, spinning around so he was facing them both.

“[b][i]Metal Power![/i][/b]” The Dorumon said, and a big ball of metal came out of his mouth, flying in direction to them. As it did, the metal ball split itself into dozens of metal balls, all of them flying their way.

“Lizo!” The human woman said, and the Ginryumon immediately reacted by lifting his forelegs and using them to block the incoming balls. As he did so, he was pushed back several meters, as the sheer momentum of the balls caused him to be flung backwards, and this caused the human to be thrown off his back.

He immediately grabbed her, twisting his body as fast as he could and curling himself around her to shield her from the impact when he collided against a random building, causing it to break apart.

However, the big armored Digimon didn’t care about it, or even about the pain on the muscles of his legs where the balls hit. He was much more worried with his human partner, and he was very relieved for seeing that she was okay and not harmed in any way.

Then, he relief turned into anger, directed like a beam towards the little shit who just endangered his beloved partner with his actions.

That little purple freak had just made it personal!

And Drix himself understood this. He knew full well that you didn’t messed with someone human partner, and that now that Ginryumon would not rest until he had caught him. That was why he was so desperate to flee now.

He managed to remain hidden after turning a corner and entering an abandoned building of that area. One that had not been used ever since the Great Digi-Poké Wars.

Drix had been using it as a base for a while, and he managed to make a decent home in it. It was a nice place to hide and lay low. However, considering that he had just bombed the local Pokémon community, and in doing that he (as he hoped) killed many Pokémon in the process, he could think that now he would be marked as a terrorist by the authorities, and they would chase him down as one.

Although, he was not sure why they minded so much. If anything, he was doing everyone a favor by bombing that keychain house and having all those Pokémon leave their world for good. However, the Digi Police certainly didn’t saw it like that. At least, not the many humans who were part of it, many of which grew up with Pokémon and went to school with them.

The Dorumon only knew he needed to escape. He needed to leave now before they caught wind of him and tossed him in the prison with the other criminals. He had heard enough stories about the Digital Prison to know it was a place where he did not want to be sent. A place that he needed to avoid at all costs. Especially if you took in consideration that the humans, always progressivist and in favor of equality, housed both Digimon and Pokémon criminals on the same prisons.

Drix did not wanted to have to share a cell with some of those keychains, especially if they caught wind of why he was in prison in the first place. They would tear him apart or, worse yet, make him their bitch.

And there would be no greater disgrace for die-hard Digimon pride defender such as Drix than becoming the bitch of those filthy keychains.

So, he knew that he only had one option right now.

Walking into the old base, Drix made his way all the way to the big keyboard connected to a giant glowing fractal crystal that changed with psychedelic colors depending on the angle you looked at it.

No one knew that this was in there, let alone that it worked.  However, Drix knew. He figured out shortly after finding it into this abandoned structure and fumbled with the controllers to find out that the terminal still worked perfectly.

Yes, because this was a terminal. A place specifically made to bridge the Digital and Real Worlds.

This had been built to serve as an access point for the Digimon armies for their settlements back on the Real World, all the way back on the Great Digi-Poké Wars, over a hundred years ago.

This was a bridge between the two worlds that had long been closed with the end of the war and the return of the troops to their homeworld. However, as Drix the Dorumon found out, the terminal still worked even after a century of inactivity.

Those guys really knew how to build their stuff back on the day.

He never used it, though. The Real World was for the humans and those keychains and, while he even had a certain affinity with the humans, he had no interest in visiting a place that was crawling with Pokémon. He had no desire to leave the comfort of his home to go there and meet some of those keychains on their home turf.

However, with the treat of the Digi Police coming after him, with the added charge of having attacked a human who was one of them, Drix knew that he could not stay for much longer. It would only be a matter of time until they tracked him down into this place and broke in, possibly with that Ginryumon on the front, still chasing after Drix for his blood.

The Dorumon knew that he had no choice on the matter.

 He needed to leave the Digital World.

He needed to go to the Real World and stay in there until things settled down enough that he could find out a way to come back to his world.

So, with presses of the buttons on the console, Drix put the thing to work, making the crystal light up with a light of its own and start to fracture even more, producing changing patterns of colors and shapes that were like a gate opening before the Dorumon.

Drix left the console and stood before the crystal, preparing himself to jump through.

He programed the gate to close and the whole system to shut down after he passes, so no one will know that he passed. After tall, the system was so old that they, much like Drix, at first, will think that it doesn’t works, and they won’t even bother to look at it and think that it had anything to do with the Dorumon they were trying to arrest having mysteriously vanished.

Drix was more worried about what would happen once he was on the other side. For, you see, since he never bothered to try using this terminal, he had no idea of where it led in the Real World. He had no idea in which one of the regions that composed it he would end up once he crossed the gate. All he knew was that he would come out on the other end, on the terminal built on the Real World on the original base, which was, most likely, abandoned and perhaps in ruins.

Worse yet, it could be in a place in the wilderness or near a city that would be crawling with those despicable keychains!

However, Drix knew that staying in the Digital World being chased by his own kind was not much better. So, he didn’t really have a choice in the matter. At least, in the Real World, he would have a shot at surviving.

He was an expert at combat, after all, and he was sure he could take some of those Pokémon in battle if he had to.

With that in mind, he stepped across the portal and allowed it to take him to out of his world, across the barrier separating the digital from the real, which many referred to jokingly as “Fourth Barrier”, and he felt his digital code converting into flesh and bone as he made the passage in between the two states of existence.

As he did, all he could think of about the place where he was going to end, was how he hoped that the place, at the very least, was not some frozen wasteland.

He hated cold.

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She hated heat.

She hated when it was too hot outside and she needed to do what she could to cool off, including using her own moves on herself to alleviate the feeling that her body would start melting at any second.

Well, guess that was the price you paid when you were an Ice-Type Pokémon living in Alola, of all places.

But still, she did enjoy the beach as much as the next person.

She did enjoy the sand between her toes as she walked with her four paws on the beach, and she certainly enjoyed the oran-berry ice cream that they gave on the place, which was so delicious to alleviate the heat as she stood under the shade of her umbrella, coupled with that deliciously salty sea breeze.

Yes, she was more used to the colder climate from the top of the mountain of the island, where she had made her home along the rest of her family. However, she could very much enjoy the beach, despite her own disliking towards heat.

If only there were not so many programs around.

However, there they were. Some of them were only visiting, while others were more permanent residents of HeaHea City, all of them having come to the Hano Beach to spend this sunny day either playing on the sand or sunbathing while they laid on the sand. Some of them even ventured to swim, like the small group of Gomamon who were gathered into one of the rocky formations near the beach, playing around as they had a diving competition. Nearby, a bunch of Primarina were having a singing competition on their own small set of rocks.

Both Digimon and Pokémon groups were currently passively-aggressively ignoring each other while they tried to focus only on themselves and ignore the other species’ group.

They would be downright fighting was not for the human family who was currently in between the two groups, with the parents paying close attention to the singing of the mermaid-like Pokémon while the children watched and applauded as the seal-like Digimon jumped and splashed the water.

That’s right, Digimon and Pokémon were able to ignore how much they hated each other and tolerate the other’s presence when there were humans in there. And the beach was, mercifully, filled with humans. They and the Pokémon, the ones native of the Real World, were the majority in there, with only a handful of Digimon in there.

However, that changed as soon as another group made their way in. This one formed around four Gabumon and variations and two adult Garurumon, who seemed to be the ones responsible for the smaller ones of the group, telling them not to run too much and not to bother anyone while they played on the sand while the adults got their spot ready, placing the blanked on the sand big enough for all of them to gather.

[i]Why are those programs setting their spot right next to mine!?[/i] Was all that the Ninetales could think as she tried to focus on her ice cream, but this proved to be very hard as the Gabu-relatives, who all seemed to be literal children, both by their voices and antics, were being quite loud.

One of them came a bit too close to her for comfort, the beach ball they were playing with nearly hit her, and she glared at the kids as one of them came in to her.

“Sorry, Miss Foxy.” The Gabumon said, looking up at her with those big, innocent eyes. The kind that the Ninetales found hard to be mad with, mostly because they lacked the aggressiveness that she often expected to see on the eyes of a Digimon who looked at her.

“Gombi!” Said a deeper voice, as one of the Garurumon came closer. “I told you not to bother anyone!” She whispered to him, before looking at the Ninetales.

Her eyes did have the aggressiveness that the Ninetales was expecting. Even as she was composed and polite when talking to her:

“I’m sorry for our little one. You know how children can be.”

“Yes, I do.” The Ninetales said with the same formalness and politeness on her voice as she spoke to the Digimon, who was nearly three times as big as herself. She then got up, stretching herself.

“You know, I think I will be leaving.” She said casually, “The beach is just too crowded for me today.”

“Suit yourself.” The Garurumon said politely.

“Bye, Miss Foxy!” Said the Gabumon as the light-furred fox made her way out of the beach with her snout pointed upwards in pride and elegantly made her way across the beach and back to the Hano Resort.

By passing there, she made her way across more Digimon, who were walking among the humans and Pokémon of the area. They were still the minority, but their presence was still noticeable.

And that was more than enough for the Ninetales to become uncomfortable. However, she could not just demand they all to leave. The resort has long started allowing the presence of the Digimon on the premises, as well as on the beaches. In great part, because of the humans, who still did their best to encourage the coexistence, even the friendship, between Pokémon and Digimon.

But that was still not enough to make this specific Pokémon tolerate their presence there.

There was no way she could get along with them. She pretended she did all for the shake of humans, who were very dear to her, just like they were to her father and grandfather. However, she would never be able to just get along with them.

Not after all the stories that her grandfather always told her about them.

No way she would ever get along with those monsters.

So, she just checked out and made her way out of the resort. She made her way across the city, and then started making it back the same path that she used to come there from her home.

And, on her way, she passed by even more of those programs. Most of them looked like they were there on vacation, but some of them were residents.

She looked at them and saw how they interacted with the Pokémon. Some of them acted as it was to be expected: with animosity. Some of them, however, were acting as if they liked each other’s presence, as if they were friends. And, most shocking of all, she passed by a Charizard and Tyrannomon who were holding hands and smiling as they walked down the street, acting outrageously lovey-dovey.

Those last ones made her sick to her stomach and made her want to leave there as fast as possible, just so she would avoid going to that Charizard and yell at her face, ask her how she could be vulgar enough to have a romance with a program.

The idea of being with a program... the very thought made her want to shower.

She was glad that she didn’t had to meet with any other program on the path back to her home on the top of the icy mountain, where the other local Ice-types lived. However, she could not help but feel that it was a waste to have come all the way down only to stay on the beach for only around thirty minutes before having to walk all the way back to the top of the mountain.

All because of those blasted programs who were on the beach as if they had any right to be there.

After everything they did...

Man, she could not believe that she was going to go back home in a worse mood than she left!

That just wouldn’t stand!

She decided that, in order not to lose her morning completely, she would then pass by one of her favorite places in Alola.

All she needed was to follow the trail up the mountain until a certain spot, where she would then take the left by the great moss-covered rock split in two, and then continued in a path less beaten, walking across the trees and across the thick vegetation. She knew the path already, and she had little problem to find her way to that one place that she found out nearly by accident when she was exploring a few years back.

From the outside, it seemed like a big construction made with a combination of metals and crystals, taking the form of a complex structure that was a combination of a castle and a military command center. This place was clearly old, as it was clear by the thick vegetation that had grown in and around it, basically overtaking the whole place. However, it also seemed new, having no signs of wear in it, as the metal was not rusty and the crystal was not cracked in the slightest, nearly as if they had been protected from the elements and the passage of time.

All in all, this place seemed nearly alien. And that would be because the place was, in its nature, not something made by inhabitants of the Real World.

This was an old Digimon base, built by some of the first Digimon who came to their world over a century ago, back on the time of the Digi-Poké Wars.

Back on the day, the Alola Region had been a very meaningful place in the war. It had been one of the first places where the Digimon started appearing out of nowhere, as their worlds first started crossing. In the beginning, no one really knew what those strange creatures were, with many even mistaken them by new species of Pokémon, not realizing that they were a completely different type of creature.

They only realized that they were trouble when they started destroying their world and killing Pokémon.

Alola had been the place where they first established their bases, creating those giant terminals that were like bridges to allow for armies of them to come into their world in the thousands. It started in Alola, and is repeated in many other regions, with those places serving as the headquarters of the forces of the Digimon as they invaded their world.

On that moment, all the Pokémon of the world came together, putting their differences aside and focusing in defending their homes and families from the [i]entire world[/i] that was attacking them.

It was a long and bloody battle, and it only ended because the humans acted as mediators between the two sides.

After this, all those terminals were deactivated, with most of them even being demolished, while some were turned into historical landmarks, even going as far as to turn into tourist baits.

This one, however, was not the case.

She could only assume that this terminal had been built and operated in secret, possibly being used for black ops missions during the war.

No one even knew this place existed, and she herself only found out about this place by pure accident. She was probably the only one that knew about this place, and that worked well for her.

This meant that this had this place all for herself, and she could stay in there as much as she wanted.

This was a good place to hide from the world and enjoy the peace and quiet, without any other Pokémon, human or [i]program[/i] to bother her.

Besides, despite having been made by those programs to attack their world, it was, like it was already said, a very beautiful place, as it seemed to have been sculpted from a perfect piece of crystal. And there was an air of mysticism in the whole place, as if it was nearly magical, almost like the places that, on the old myths, were the homes of the Legendaries. That certainly made it be the type of place where this Ninetales could certainly enjoy being.

It was a good place for her Tai Chi practices.

She closed her eyes, and soon she was doing her routines, getting on her poses and focusing her breathing as she made pose after pose, allowing the tension to leave her body as she was allowing all of the thoughts to leave her, especially those related to the Digimon who she now had to share her world with.

She still did not understand why they could not stay inside of their computer-like world like the programs they were and leave the real world for real beings like her. She was so glad that, in this deserted, abandoned place, she did not need to deal with any of those programs...

Little did she knew this was about to change.

It started with a low hum, which caused her to break from her concentration and look around, trying to pin-point where that sound was coming from, only to realize that it seemed to be coming from everywhere at once.

Then, the place, which until then was just a giant piece of crystal, suddenly lighted up. The crystal seemed to emit a soft glow of its own, like neon lighting up, and the inside of the place was clearly visible to the Ninetales in all its glory. Complete with veins of multi-colored light running through the walls, floor and ceiling, like optic-fiber cables that had been embedded within the crystalline structure, much of it leading to an altar-like structure on the very center of the room.

She gave a step back as she watched as the altar started to glow as well, and now it seemed that the humming she had been hearing until now was coming from there. The very air on the top of that altar started to swift and twist, as if space itself was being distorted by whatever was going on in that altar.

Then, the space itself split, revealing a fractal rift. A portal of shifting aurora-like colors, which seemed to cause a wave of negative-air pressure to move. The Ninetales gave a step back as, for the first time on her life, she saw a dimensional portal between parallel worlds in person.

And then, something passed through the portal.

The purple/pink thing came out hurling through the portal, which closed immediately after, and tumbled down the staircase leading to the altar as it let out several “ows” and “ouchs” on its way down, until it landed on the very foot of the staircase, before struggling to get up.

“Oh, poop...” The Dorumon said as he was getting up from where he fells, rubbing his arm and stretching his back. “I am definitely gonna fell that tomorrow. Why do those travels have to be so bumpy? Well, at least I am safe now...”

He was about to start looking around, when he looked at the one creature that was standing there, looking intently at him.

The Ninetales also looked back at him with the same surprise, before it morphed into rage.

And, with no humans in there to mediate the two, this could only end with both being hostile to each other.

“What are you doing here, [i]keychain[/i]?” The Dorumon asked, being very hostile to the female.

“I could ask you the same thing, [i]program[/i]!”

The Dorumon growled back at the Pokémon, and they both were soon circling each other as they both got ready for a fight.

“Is this another invasion!?” The fox was glaring at the dinosaur with hatred as she made this accusation. “Are you trying to start a new war!? I heard someone say you were, but I wanted to believe you were not that stupid! Are you their first agent!?”

The Dorumon scoffed at this.

“Believe me, I would love nothing more than for this to do the case. Unfortunately, the rest of my people are wusses who don’t have the balls to stand up against your kind and give you keychains the lesson you have deserved for over a hundred years.”

“Then what are you doing here?”

“Looking for a new scenery. Things were not very nice to me back home, so I decided to try and go somewhere different for a while. Like a vacation. But I guess my vacation is kind of ruined if the first face I see in here is the one of a keychain.”

“Stop calling me that!” The Ninetales barked back at him.

“Oh? So should I call something else?” The Dorumon teased her. “Maybe ‘baller’? Or maybe ‘pocket bug’?  Or perhaps I should just call you ‘[i]vixen[/i]’.”

Each one of the Dorumon’s words only served to make the Ninetales all the angrier.

“My name is Iokina!” She yelled at him. “To you it is Miss Iokina! And I will be sure that you will know to address me properly by the time I am done with you!”

The Dorumon looked back at her, and he scoffed.

“I’m Drix.” He said to her, sounding very casual. “And no keychain who finds out my name lives.”

And, just like that, they both went into battle.

Iokina was the first one to attack, and she opened with an Ice Beam, and Drix had to quickly move out of the way to avoid being trapped into ice, which materialized as soon as the baby-blue lightning-like beam hit the place where he had just been standing.

Iokina, of course, would not just allow that program to escape from her after what he just said. The way he spoke, and the smirk on his face as he said that, it was obvious that this program [i]had[/i] killed Pokémon before. He was a murderer.

And there was no way that Iokina would allow for a program who would go as far as to kill her fellow Pokémon to juts walk free from there. She would be stopping him by using whatever means necessary.

And Drix quickly realized it, when she stopped using only that beam to try and freeze him, and started firing shards of ice on his direction, one of which pierced into his leg, causing Drix to hiss in pain.

“You fragging bitch!” Drix growled at her as he grasped the icicle and yanked it free from his leg, as his digital blood was already leaking from his open wound.

“I am a vixen, you digital raccoon!” Iokina yelled at him.

“I am a dinosaur!” Drix yelled back.

“A furry purple dinosaur!?”

“As if your kind doesn’t have weirdos as well! What about those floating balls of iron with magnets for limbs!? Or those floating ice cream cones!? What’s their deal, anyways!? Was that Arceus guy trying to be funny or something!?”

Iokina did not even dignified with an answer to that, she just opened her mouth and used Ice Shard on the Dorumon, and that was when Drix finally decided to use his own moves as well.

Starting with Metal Cannon.

That ball of metal came out of his mouth at a high speed, crushed the ice shards and hit Iokina square on, causing her to be hurled back several meters back and land heavily into the ground. The place where the ball hit was already starting to show a bruise as the Ninetales tried to get to her feet.

Drix blinked.

[i]Wait... I... didn’t fired it [/i]that[i] hard...[/i] Drix was confused, and it took him a few moments of looking the white fox trying to get up to realize.

“Ohhhhhh, I see.~” Drix had a smirk on his face as he looked at the Ninetales, who lifted her head to look at her.

“It appears I have... how is it called again? ‘Type advantage’?”

Yes, for the Real and Digital Worlds had different rules. Moves that worked one way in one of those worlds could work differently in another. One of the differences was that, when you come to the Real World, your moves acquired a “typing”.

In the Digital World, Drix’s Metal Cannon was just a ball of metal fired at high speed, and it affected everyone pretty much the same way. In the Real World, however, it gained the Steel-Type, making it a move that could be more effective in certain types of Pokémon and weaker on others.

On Iokina, who was a Dual Type of Ice and Fairy, this was a move that had a great advantage, causing her four times more damage than in others.

“Well, lucky me!” Drix said, and then he opened his mouth and let out another Metal Cannon, followed by another and then another, all which Iokina had to dive out of the way so she could keep herself from being hit by those metal balls that disintegrated right after hitting or missing.

[i]This is bad...[/i] Iokina could think as she saw the attacks that the Dorumon was throwing her way, and how he was not holding back. One of those could break her bones if they managed to hit.

She needed to get closer and attack.

She rushed to the Dorumon just as he fired another ball of metal. She managed to move over it by giving a mortal backflip, and this allowed her to make it close enough to use one of her other moves.

“[b][i]Extrasensory[/i][/b]!”

With this, a beam came out of her forehead, hitting Drix square and enveloping him into a rainbow-colored sphere. As he was inside, Drix suddenly felt like he was being compressed, stretched, inflated, crushed, lifted, lowered, slammed and spun, all of it at the very same time.

This was enough to take a tool even on a though guy like him.

The Dorumon was gasping as he was let out into the ground again, and he yet could not get a respite, for that was when Iokina attacked him again, this time with her body.

“[b][i]Play Rough!!![/i][/b]”

Once more, Drix was tossed around. Bites, kicks, headbutts, scratches and even tail-slaps hit him hard from nearly all directions at once. He was tossed back, and the Ninetales was still not done with him, as she charged at him to try and attack him again.

However, that was when Drix used his ace-in-the-hole.

Tentacles sprouted from his back, and they all wrapped around Iokina’s limbs, holding her into the air.

“Enough of this!” Drix said as he held the Ninetales by all four limbs with his tentacles. Those were not what Dorumons normally had, but they were the result of Drix doing an upgrade on himself with a specialized, and highly dubious, program, allowing him to gain an attribute that no other being of his kind naturally had.

Just another thing that, on the opinion of those like Drix, proved how superior they were to those flesh-born keychains.

Iokina could do nothing as Drix delivered a powerful Metal Power right on the stomach, causing her to puff her cheeks as what she ate a few hours ago came back and spilled all over the ground. Then another one came to her chest, and this one made her cough out blood. Then, a final one, once again to her stomach, sent her flying back several feet.

Then Drix charged again.

“[b][i]Dash Metal![/i][/b]”

The impact was like being hit by a Ferris train, and it was enough to drain what was left of Iokina’s strength, as she landed heavily on the ground, for a moment remaining so still that Drix thought he had killed her, until she stirred, groaning weakly in pain.

“And that’s how its done!” Drix said happily, before laughing deeply, his voice resounding as it bounced on the walls and returned to where he was standing. To Iokina, it felt like having thousands of people laughing at her at once, and that only made the sensation of losing even more unbearable.

“Say, keychain-girl...” Drix said, grasping the fur of her head with his dinosaur-like hand and forcing her to look up at him. “How does it feel to lose to the superior lifeform?”

He had a shit-eating grin on his face as he asked that to the Ninetales. She could smell his breath, and it was rotten. It was obvious that this digital dino had not brushed his teeth in a long time, nor even had a breath mint. The smell alone made her want to vomit again.

“Now this is when you kill me?” Iokina asked, trying to remain composed, not allowing that this program see how scared she was at the prospect of dying.

However, in just a while, she would be wishing to be dead.

“I should...” Drix said, grinning to her as he showed his teeth to her all at once. “But I am feeling awfully nice after this victory, so I will spare you.”

She growled at him, wanting to spit on his face, but holding back because he could then change his mind about letting her walk free.

She was already making plans to talk to her brother and have him gather some of his friends so they could come back there and kick this program’s digital ass all the way back to where he came from.

“You know, fighting has always been the kind of thing that made by blood pump.” Drix was suddenly speaking again, causing Iokina to look at him. “Guess it does for everyone but, for me it causes my blood to pump to... certain places.”

He leaned back, and then Iokina saw herself face to face with Drix’s crotch. What was turned into an even more shocking sight as, with a pixilation on that area, Drix’s cock, hard and throbbing became fully visible.

“Normally I’d never even consider going for a keychain.” Drix said to her, still smirking. “But it has been so darn long since I last emptied my balls that you are fair game.”

Iokina vehemently disagreed.

“Y-you disgusting pervert!” She cried out, struggling. “You sick program! You digital deviant! Keep that thing away from me before I turn it into a digital frozen popsicle!”

Drix’s answer to this was to pull on her hair harder, causing her to cry out in pain.

“You do that, and I will make sure you have no limbs, tail or teeth left by the time I am done.” He growled at her face. This was enough to silence Iokina’s protests.

“You keychains are always fighting for prizes, no? Well, I am just playing along. I won a battle against you, and I am collecting my prize. Now, you can cooperate, or you can make it harder for yourself. Your call. Now enough talking, put that mouth of yours to work!”

With that said, he started to rub his cock on Iokina’s face. On her lips. Iokina, however, kept her maw sealed shut. A single slap from Drix was enough to cause her to finally concede and cooperate. So, opening her mouth, she did the most revolting thing: she started to worship his dick.

She fought back the revulsion and nausea and forced herself to keep going due to the threats that the Dorumon was making of her. She closed her eyes, trying to fight back her gagging, as well as her tears of humiliation, and to just do what she was supposed to do and get this over with.

She was particularly revolted when she tasted something that she knew for a fact could only be the Digimon’s pre. She was ordered to keep licking, and so she did.

Drix allowed himself to relax. He was sighing and murring in satisfaction as he felt the familiar feeling of a tongue on his dick. Man, it had been a while since he had been able to feel it. Of course, he would not have chosen a Pokémon as his first option for the break from his dry spell, but right now he was honestly surprised that he didn’t minded all that much that it was a keychain giving him a head, as he was too into the pleasure to give a fuck.

“Oh, yeah!” Drix said, gripping on Iokina’s hair harder, as if to make sure she was not going to escape him. “That’s the good stuff! I want more! Take my dick in your mouth! Bite and I’ll shove your fucking teeth up your cunt!”

Before Iokina could even protest, she felt something long and warm being shoved into her mouth. She received a slap to the cheek as Drix commanded her to “start sucking”. She had no choice but to start producing suction, fighting back the growing urge to throw up as moisture accumulated on her eyes as Drix started fucking her muzzle.

He was not gentle. He was hardly ever gentle when there was someone sucking him dick. Not with his own fellow Digimon, and he certainly had no intention of starting to be gentle now that he was with a Pokémon.

He went as rough with her as he always was. More, even. He used her hair as a handle to fuck her mouth, sending his dick in and out of her muzzle with short, powerful thrusts, going as deep that she gagged as it nearly entered her throat, and saw herself forced to fight back her gag-reflex.

Drix was certainly enjoying himself. He even allowed himself to lay back, sitting and resting on the ground as he continued to use the Ninetales’ mouth as a toy, his iron-grip on her hair allowing him to force her to move her mouth up and down his dick and gag into it simple by pulling, and the poor snow fox Pokémon had no other choice but to allow Drix to use her mouth as a toy, his pre mixing with her saliva and dripping down her lips, when it did not went down her throat as she gulped around it.

Drix then let out a loud, screeching cry as he came. Iokina had no warning, and she gagged around his dick as it surged and spurted wave after wave of digital semen down her throat. It was a lot of it, and she had no choice but to swallow, and some of it (a lot) leaking down her lips, coating the member she had been sucking as she was unable to swallow it all.

There was so much that she choked around it, trying to pull back but being held in place by Drix’s strong hand, her body trembling from choking in cum, and then some of it came out of her nose.

Only after Drix was done, he finally let go of her hair. Iokina stumbled back, turning away from Drix as she coughed, retching and spitting out the cum that had not made it down her throat, and that had entered her lungs. It was nearly as if she was trying to force herself to vomit, what was not far from the truth, to be fully honest.

She was so disgusted. She felt so dirty and violated. She wanted to purge all that filthy program’s semen from her body as fast as possible, she wanted him out of her. She could hardly hold back her tears anymore, and they streamed down her foxy features as she coughed out, a mix of saliva and semen dripping from her muzzle and onto the floor.

She didn’t notice Drix coming at her from behind, until she felt a hard slap to her backside.

“We are not done yet, you [i]poké-bitch[/i]!”

Iokina found her world spinning as she was flipped onto her back, her four paws in the air and her muzzle pointed at the ceiling. She was able to re-orientate herself enough to look down and see Drix in there, holding her hind legs and his dick, still unveiled and hard, throbbing hard as it was covered in a combination of their juices.

“You know the rules, no?” Drix was still showing her that toothy, shit-eating grin as he looked at her. “I showed you, so now you show me yours. Lower your veil.”

Iokina refused.

She refused because she knew exactly what the filthy program was planning to do to her, and she had no intention of letting it happen. She had been humiliated and violated enough.

However, Drix was not taking “no” as an answer. All he had to do was fire another ball of metal, which sank into the ground right next to Iokina’s body, and then the shivering, whimpering Ninetales complied to his order.

The area of her crotch, until them looking devoid of features, went out of focus and, as the focus returned, her pussy and tailhole were both in full view.

“Now that’s more like it.” Drix said, “Good bitch, learning how to obey your betters. You do deserve a reward.”

He leaned forward.

“I will let you choose which one of your holes I will fuck next. Now hurry up and choose, or I will do that for you.”

Iokina was trembling. In fear. In humiliation. In despair. And she knew that, in just a while more, she would be trembling in pain as well. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want this at all. However, she had no say in this.

But the program was letting her choose, he was [i]making[/i] her choose, which one of her holes he was going to violate.

She didn’t want him on her sex. That would be too much, and she would not be able to take it. So, with a voice shaken, strained from holding back her sobs, Iokina said:

“T-t-tailhole...”

Her voice was quiet, nearly a whisper, but it was enough for Drix.

“As the bitch wants.” He said, and then Iokina could feel his dick. She could feel it aligning with her tailhole. She could feel the speared tip resting in the center of the ring of flesh that was her backdoor, and she knew what was coming.

She covered her muzzle with her frontpaws, closing her eyes and trying to block it all. Trying to pretend it was not happening. Trying to pretend she was anywhere but there. However, she would not be able to block what was coming her wat. Drix would be making sure of it.

“Here comes the pounding, bitch!”

And then, it began.

Iokina shivered in pain, holding back a yell of agony as she felt her asshole being spread more than it was ever supposed to. And soon later, Drix was pounding.

He didn’t give her any time to get ready or adjust. He just pounded hard and fast on the Pokémon’s ass as if he was a dog breeding a bitch in estrus. He even made sure to tell her that she was just a bitch. Just a hole for him to fuck and breed.

Iokina was sobbing now, as she felt the Digimon breeding her asshole hard. She could feel his dick, every curve and vein in it, as he pistoned it in and out of her ass with a force that could only be described as “savage”. Iokina would not be surprised if her tailhole had started bleeding.

Luckily, it didn’t bleed. In part because the saliva, throat-slime and cum left by Iokina’s oral service had made for a semi-decent lube and made the penetration easier than if Drix had come into her ass dry.

But still, it was painful, and Drix was only interested in satisfying himself, not giving a crap if the Ninetales enjoyed herself or not. So, he only pounded with no care or tenderness, breeding her as fast as he desired and having some time to dig his claws into the skin of her legs as he held onto them.

Minutes dragged, that to Iokina felt like an eternity, before Drix eventually came again, and the Ninetales could feel her ass being filled with that creamy, warm feeling that was as alien as it was sickening.

She would be taking a very long bath once she returned home, and would brush herself until her fur fell out just to get rid of any trait of that Dorumon on her body...

[i]A-at least it’s over...[/i] Iokina thought, trying to comfort herself on the idea that he ordeal ended.

She was wrong.

“And now...” Drix said, climbing on the vixen. “To claim your dog pussy!”

Iokina’s eyes widened.

“WHAT!?!?” She looked at him, seeing him standing over her with his dick, covered in cum and ass-slime, hoovering at full hardness over her pussy. “NO! No! You can’t! Y-you said you would not fuck me there if I chose my asshole!”

“Huh?” Drix looked at her with a tilted head. “When did I promised that? All I said was that you got to choose which one of your holes I was gonna fuck next. I never said I would only fuck the hole you chose.”

“S-stop!” Iokina said, squirming under him. “G-get off me!”

She was swiftly silenced by another slap to the face. This one opening slashes on her cheek from the Dorumon’s claws.

“Just be quiet and take it like a good bitch!”

Iokina trembled even more. She knew that she could not stop him. She knew that this was beyond her control. This was going to happen either she wanted to or not. But still, she tried pleading.

“P-please... don’t do it... I... I am a virgin...”

She said the last part quietly. Drix looked at her, before chuckling darkly.

“Oh, really?” He asked, “Well, that will be changing right now.”

“N-no...” Iokina said, more tears streaming down her face as she felt that hard, slimy dick pressing on her lips. “N-not like this...”

And then, Drix started fucking her.

She yelled in agony and despair. Drix fucked her as hard and raw as he did on her ass.

“*GROWL*! Best cunt I’ve fucked in years!” Drix said as he fucked Iokina hard. Blood came out as her hymen was broken, her virginity taken away forever, and that vile Digimon would forever be the one who deflowered her.

Iokina had already gave up trying to be strong, and now she was openly sobbing as she was violated by the Dorumon.

“You feel it, bitch!?” Drix demanded as he pistoned his dick painfully in and out of her sex. “You feel my dick in your cunt!? That’s the price you pay for trying to hurt me! You hear me!? This is the price you pay for trying to attack a Digimon, you cunt!”

He slapped her face, and Iokina yelped in pain as she was slapped, and started sobbing even harder.

“This is what you deserve! This is your punishment! Do you regret it now!? Do you regret having attacked me!? If you do, then apologize! Apologize for being a bitch!”

“I-I...” Iokina choked between sobs. “I’m sorry... I’M SORRY! I’m sorry for attacking you! I’m so sorry! Please, forgive me!”

Drix looked at her face, matted with tears, as she apologized profusely for him. At that moment, his smirk became even bigger, as he knew then and there that he had broke her. He broke the fucking keychain cunt. And that made the fucking all the more enjoyable for him.

He drove his hips even harder into her, causing her to arch her back and cry out in agony as she was bred witjh such violence. Minutes passed, with Drix fucking her so hard that the blood pooling around his dick was no longer just from the loss of her virginity. Then, he finally let out a loud roar as he came, seeding the fox’s pussy, filling her to the brim with his cum and claiming her.

After this, he sighed. He looked down at her. She was looking at the void with open eyes and an open mouth. Tears leaked from her eyes while sobs escaped from her throat, her body quacking with each sob.

“That felt nice.” Drix said casually, as he then yanked his dick out of her sex, causing Iokina to squeak as he did. He then walked back into the place, cum and blood dripping from his softening dick as he looked around, taking in the place and thinking that it would be nice staying there.

He then turned to Iokina, who was curling into a ball as she continued to sob.

“You can leave now.” Drix said to her casually. “This is my house, and you overstayed your welcome. Be thankful I am even letting you leave with your pathetic little life.”

Iokina sobbed harder, her body quivering as the magnitude of what just happened crashed down on her. At that moment, she wanted to die. She wanted to disappear. She wanted to never have been born at all.

“Oh, you want to stay?” Drix asked, looking at her. “In that case, I might keep you around as my breeding bitch. Could use a fucktoy for when I am bored. And, just to warm you, I do tend to get bore a few times a day.”

Hearing this, Iokina body jolted as she hurriedly got on her feet. Her legs felt like jelly, but she forced herself to stumble forward as fast as they could carry her. Tears and snot fell from her face, just like the cum was dripping from her tailhole and cunt into the ground. She would not even think of putting the veil around her privates again until she was far away from that place.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought...” Drix said as he saw that Pokémon cunt getting out of there in a rush. Truth was, a part of him had [i]wanted[/i] her to stay. The idea of having a hole to fuck whenever he wanted was alluring, even if it was the hole of a keychain.

Actually, the idea of having a Pokémon as his fucktoy was strangely appealing on itself, although Drix would only think about it more cautiously later on. Right now, he was more worried with the grumbling of his stomach as he felt another need that he had to sate now that he emptied his balls.

“Hmmm, I wonder what’s to eat around here...”