Another day on the small town of Circhester. It was a charming little place on the region of Galar. An old town with all manners of old buildings surrounded by the natural hot springs of the area. The place certainly feels a lot homie, with the heat coming from the springs helping warm the place up among the natural cold environment of that area more north on the land of Galar, where it was common to snow every day. It was certainly welcoming to everyone who lived in it. It was nice for the humans who went back and forth, living their daily lives, going to work and doing groceries. It was nice for the Pokémon, who went by the side of the humans, having healthy conversations with them as they either accompanied them into their business or went to take care of their own lives. It was even a nice place for the three dozens of Digimon who lived all around the place. Now, Digimon were not native to Galar. In fact, they were not native to [i]the Real World[/i]. They were native to their own world. A world composed mostly of data and digital signals. The same things from which Digimon were originally made of. A whole world that existed adjacent to the Real World, separated from it by a dimensional barrier, which kept the Digi World and Real World from meshing, what would result in the destruction of both. However, the barrier was not as solid. It was somewhat tenuous. Enough that it could occasionally flicker, causing things to be fling back and forth in between the two worlds. Also, it was the kind of barrier that could be circumvented by the right ways, as it was possible to form a bridge between the two worlds through the use of digital media, like computers, televisions or even cellphones, although it needed either a genius mind or a giant stroke of luck to actually make a functional bridge. And still, the barrier was tenuous enough that it was possible for someone to simply cross the barrier in between the words, if they do it in a point where the barrier is flimsy enough and that they truly wanted to cross it. The barrier was not always tenuous like that, as the old stories go. Long ago, this barrier was firm and it could only be cross on the perfect conditions, on certain specific places that served as terminals in between the two worlds. Places that still existed to this very day, serving as access points in between the Digital and Real worlds. Something happened. To this day, no one can really tell what it was, or why it happened, but the barrier between the worlds weakened. Once it happened, Digimon came spilling out from the Digi World into the Real one. This was the first recorded meeting between the Digimon, inhabitants of the Digi world, and the Pokémon of the Real World. And it was an utter disaster. Which was why, whenever a Pokémon and a Digimon came to close to each other, they would be anything but friendly with each other. A Gollisopod would have a glaring contest with a Meramon as both of them went their separate ways, with the Hard Scale Pokémon scoffing at the burning man, and the Digimon growling before going his way with the fish he just bought. This kind of thing happened all around the city. Some of them showed clear hostility towards each other. It was clear that there was bad blood in between the two species, with Pokémon and Digimon looking like they were ready to attack the other at the slightest provocation. However, as much as they would glare, and even call each other names, they would not actually fight each other. And it was all because there were humans around. Pokémon and Digimon were different in many ways. However, there was a point on which they were similar: their connection to humans. Humans formed deep bonds with Pokémon, forming partnerships with them and forming strong bonds that verged from mere friendship to what could nearly be call love. Such humans were call “trainers”, as they were the ones who helped the Pokémon grow and get stronger. Something very similar happened with Digimon. They too were able to form a bond with a human, which happened through the materialization of the “digivices”. Such a bond was extremely important for Digimon, for it allowed them to receive energy from the humans to perform all manners of tasks that they would otherwise be incapable of performing. For example, using digi-evoluton to take immensely powerful forms, even if just temporarily. There were even stories among Digimon of how this bond formed with humans has allowed groups of Digimon and humans to work together to save the Digi World from certain doom. In such cases, the humans received the names of “tamers”, or even of “digidestined”. As a result, while the two kinds practically hated each other’s guts, they had in common a shared love for humanity, as they had the potential to form those deep and meaningful bonds with them. Now, while in some cases it served as an addition of fuel to the fire of their enmity (jealous much?), in most cases it was something that allowed them to live together in harmony. Humans were reasonable (as shocking and unbelievable as some of you might find it), and they were not the kind who wanted Digimon and Pokémon to tear each other apart over old grudges. So, humans actually wanted Digimon and Pokémon to try living together, for the sake of everyone. Which was why, whenever there were humans around, Pokémon and Digimon made a sincere (albeit reluctant) effort to get along. Although, considering the depth of the bad blood in between the two species, they often managed only to be “civil” at most. Still, for the humans, it was a beginning. They still wanted Pokémon and Digimon to one day get along nicely, living side-by-side with humans in peace. While the cases where they truly left their differences behind and formed bonds as friends were rare and very in-between, the humans were satisfied for now, that most Digimon and Pokémon were able to be civil when they were around each other and humans. Important note: the keyword here is “most”. “I’m gonna kill you, you fucking [i]program[/i]!” The cry of hatred caused everyone to stop and look over. They saw a pair of figures leaping in between the buildings. One of them was yellow and white, while the other one was red and black. Both of were, however, invest into a battle. The foxlike Digimon made a mortal jump once landing, to avoid the fire-encased punch of the tiger-like Pokémon, which shattered a big part of the ceiling of the building, causing debris to fly everyone, causing some of the bystanders to run around in panic. The Incineroar rose up, panting as he looked around, looking for the Digimon he had tried to hit with his Fire Punch. He soon found him. The Renamon was standing several feet away, into the very edge of the building. The golden fox Digimon looked at the Pokémon with his cold blue eyes as he, with a single swing of his arm, materialized multiple leaves around himself. “Leaves, seriously?” The Incineroar said with a smirk. “Against a Fire-type? Bah! What a joke!” With this said, the tiger charged at the fox, who them swung his arm, caused the leaves, sharp like shuriken, to fly in direction to him. His answer was to open his mouth and roar a Flamethrower at the Fox Leaf Arrowheads, incinerating them completely. The fox then made another mortal backflip, going from the roof of the small construction to the streets bellow. The Incineraor, of course, jumped after the fox, another Fire Punch ready to smash the skull of that fox. However, as soon as he jumped... “Oh, shi-” the tiger managed to say before landing with a splash on the spring. Water went everywhere, as the Renamon just stood with his arms crossed as he watched the tiger plummeting into the water, before he surfaced again at full force, and immediately rushed to the edge to get out of that pond as quickly as possible. Fire-type Pokémon were really not keen of water. Even if it was warm water. The tiger was shivering as he panted, and then he shook himself, trying to get all of the water, which itched his skin, out of his body, but some of it clung to his fur. “Had enough?” The Renamon asked to the Incineroar, whose answer was an angry roar before he lunged at the fox once more, who just side stepped and allowed the feline to move past him, before the tiger turned back and once more started to attack, this time swinging his claws wildly at the fox with a Fury Swipe. The Renamon dodged the attacks, and answered with a few Palm Strikes into the Incineroar, hitting his chest and limbs to push him back and repel him, as well as the occasional slap to the face to get the tiger to back off, all of it only served to make the Incineroar angrier and go at the fox even harder. As they fought, the whole crowd moved away from them, and they only watched. “Good grief!” An elderly man said as he looked at the two fighting, the Incineroar really looking like he wanted to tear the Digimon to shreds. “Someone should stop them!” “Yeah, I think they should.” Said an Umbreon near him. “Before the Incineroar actually kills that Renamon.” “Don’t you mean, before the Renamon ends up snapping that Incineroar’s neck?” Said a nearby Agumon. This somehow served to start an argument between the Agumon and Umbreon about which one of the two fighters was more in danger on that battle, in turn... “Incineroar! Teach that program a lesson!” “Renamon, kick that [i]keychain[/i]’s ass!” Yes, Digimon and Pokémon could live together in harmony (kinda) when there were humans nearby to rein on them. However, when you asked them which one was the better, and who would actually win in a fight between them, you better be ready to actually see them going into fight just to find out or, as it was the case here, cheering for their respective “representative” on the fight. Soon, there was a crowd watching the two fighters, and the Pokémon and Digimon were either cheering for their “champion” or booing the “other one”. “That’s it, Renamon! Send that kitty back to his mama’s lap!” Said a Bulkmon. “Get ‘im, Incineroar! Skin that fox and make a scarf with his pelt! I’ll give you a good time tonight if you do and give it to me!” Said a Salazzle, while her group of obedient Salandit all agreed with their mistress, all of them cheering for their fellow Alolan-native Pokémon. “You can’t win, you keychain!” Said a Bullmon, slamming his hooves on the ground. “Just give up while you’re still breathing!” The crowd was mostly ignore, as the Incineroar and Renamon were too focus on fighting each other. However, as the crowd roared in cheering for one and jeering at the other, the fight in between them grew all the more intense. “What is it that you Pokémon have about getting more riled up when there is a crowd?” The Renamon asked, and the Incineroar just smiled. “We like having someone to see us pummel our enemy into oblivion” He said as he closed both of his fists, and they ignited in flames “Like I’m going to do to you right now!” Renamon looked at the feline, seeing on his expression that he was not going to hold back. He sighed. “So be it.” Renamon said, as he activated another one of his moves. As soon as the Renamon activated Tohachi Game, his hands and feet both were envelope in blue flames, and he adopted a fighting stance similar to those of karate fighters. While the Pokémon and Digimon watching all got more and more riled up, the humans around them were getting all the more alarmed. This was getting seriously out of hand. More and more of them were thinking that someone should go in there and stop the two before they ended up hurting each other for real. However, you know how things go on those kinds of situations. The spectator effect easily takes over people, as everyone thinks that someone else is going to do something, so no one does anything. Only on the moment the Incineroar roared and charged at the Renamon, who grounded his feet and prepared for the incoming attack, a human broke from the crowd, rushing to the two in earnest. “Tig! Ren! Stop it!” The Incineroar was seeing red as he rushed at the yellow fox, who prepared to release a blow as soon as the Fire-type was coming his way. Then, the human stepped on their path. “STOOOP!” As soon as the human was on his way, the Incineroar stopped. Well, he tried to. The sudden change on speed and acceleration meant that he was tripping all over himself, and he only managed to stop himself when he was just a few feet away from the human. The fire on his fists stopped, and he managed to pull himself back, only to fall flat on his butt. The whole crowd was mesmerized. Then, all of the humans on the crowd left out a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, the human on the middle of the two looked at one, and then at the other. “Master.” The Renamon said, kneeling before the human. Meanwhile, the Incineroar was rubbing his butt. “What do you two think you are doing!?” The human demanded of them, looking in between the two. “He started it!” The Incineroar said, pointing at the Renamon. The Renamon kept his head low as he kneeled before the human. “Oh, for crying out loud!” The human said, as he looked around, and then he sighted the destroyed ceiling of one of the constructions. “Oh, my gosh! Please, tell me you two didn’t do [i]that[/i]!” He said as he pointed at the ceiling. The Digimon and Pokémon both looked at the ceiling. “We did...” The Renamon said, “During your combat. I’m terribly sorry, Master.” The Incineroar said nothing, but he did looked down as he fumbled his thumbs, looking like a child caught after breaking the cookie pot while trying to steal a cookie from it. “Uhh, excuse me, young man?” Said an elderly man, who walked off the crowd to talk to the young adult, who looked at the man. “Would it be correct to assume that this Renamon is your partner?” He was referring to the fact that the Renamon called him “master”, something that, under normal conditions, a Digimon would not say to just any human. Especially a Digimon famous for being prideful and strong, like a Renamon. The young man sighed. “Yes...” He said, in a defeated tone, as he turned to face the man. “I’m Ren’s tamer. I’m very sorry for what has happened.” He bowed, not only to the man, but to all of the ones present. “I’m terribly sorry. I’ll be paying for all damages.” Well, this was only natural, right? After all, just like when you are responsible for your own kids, being the partner of a Digimon, or Pokémon, meant that you needed to take responsibility and pay for the damages your partner caused. However... “Well, that’s very noble of you, my lad.” The old man said. “But, since it were both the Incineroar and the Renamon who caused the damages, it makes sense that his trainer would share the damages with you.” He then turned to the Incineroar. “You have a trainer, don’t you?” The Incineroar looked at the human, who then sighed. “[i]I[/i] am his trainer.” [center]**********************[/center] Digimon and Pokémon really had troubles to get along. Even though they shared a common love for humans, who could either be a Pokémon’s trainer or a Digimon’s tamer. Sometimes, they were both. Normally a human would either bond with a Pokémon or a Digimon. It was known that Digimon would not form bonds with humans if they already had bonds with a Pokémon, and Pokémon would not be able to be capture by a human who became a Digimon’s tamer. It was nearly as if the hatred they felt for each other was so visceral that they simply were not able to share the same human. As if they refused to do so on an instinctual level. This seemed to be some kind of unspoken universal rule. However, there were exceptions. There were those rare, but not impossible, cases in which a Digimon and a Pokémon could end up having the same human as their partner. A case in which the human would become both a trainer and a tamer, and would be responsible for a Pokémon and a Digimon together. Jason was among one of those humans. First it came Tig, whom he first meet when he was still a Torracat, and with whom he formed a bond. Ren came later, just a while after Tig evolved into Incineroar. Tig, as most Pokémon would, attacked Ren as soon as he saw him. Jason, however, interfered, as it was clear that Ren was wounded and needed medical care. Jason did it, with Tig all the while complaining, and asking how long it would take before the “program” would be going his way. However, Ren seemed to be there to stay. None of them had expected for a digivice to suddenly materialize into Jason’s hand. However, it did. And now, Jason suddenly saw himself responsible not only for Tig, but for a Renamon named Ren as well... From there, his life only got all the more complicated. Being responsible for either a Digimon or a Pokémon was already a great responsibility. However, being responsible for A Pokémon [i]and[/i] a Digimon? Oh, boy... And that got even worse when the two didn’t got along. What was almost always the case. Such as with Tig and Ren. After apologizing profusely to the owner of the house and the rest of the crowd, Jason called both Ren and Tig back and departed. Jason had purchased a house on the outskirts of the city, which had a bit of a more modern look than the rest of the houses on Circhester Town. However, it could still be easily identify as a part of the town of springs, as it had the same classical style and the same type of built of the houses nearer to the town. Once inside, he released them from the digivice and pokéball. They were both kneeling and looking down as Jason spoke to them. “Two. Weeks.” Jason said, as he walked from side to side in front of the two kneeling ‘mons. “Two [i]freaking[/i] weeks!” “We have lived on Circhester Town for only two weeks, and you two have already blown up someone’s ceiling!” Jason said, turning to the two, who kept their heads down. “Two weeks since we moved from the last town and I already owe someone else tens of thousands! What should I make of this!? One of you, or both, say something!” “I’m terribly sorry for what has happened, Master.” Ren said, his head bowed respectfully as he kneeled before his tamer. “I assume full responsibility and take all of the blame.” “Well, that solves it, right?” Tig said, “Program assumed the blame, it is all on him. So, how will you punish him? I’m thinking locking him in the basement with no food or water for three days.” “Ren was not the only one to blame.” Jason said, “At least, he was not the one who slammed his flaming fists into the ceiling, according to what I heard.” Jason was glaring at Tig as he said that, and the tiger shrank a little. “Eyewitnesses accounts are not reliable?” He tried with a sheepish grin. Jason glared at him with a stare so cold it would have given shivers to Kyurem himself. “Master, it was my fault.” Ren said, and Tig was quick to go along with it. “Yeah, it was [i]his[/i] fault!” “I was not disciplined enough.” Ren said, his head down and his eyes closed. “I allowed Tig to get to me with his childish provocations and taunts. I tried my best to resist, but once he started to attack me verbally with no reason I just lost my composure and insulted him back. This was what started it all.” “Hey!” Tig said, looking at the fox, who ignored him and continued: “I should have been a disciplined warrior and ignored his words, but I allowed for his immaturity to get at me. I need to better focus my mind and patience to be able to better resist his tomfoolery.” “Oh, yeah!?” Tig said, getting up and growling at Ren. “What about focusing your face to take a Fire Punch, you fucking program!?” “Tig!” Jason said, and Tig immediately said, pointing at the Renamon. “It is all his fault, Jason! We had everything perfect until this fucking program came out of nowhere and ruined everything! Like the rest of his kind when they first invaded our world like a fleet of aliens!” Ren didn’t showed visible reaction to this. However, his voice was cold as a glacier as he spoke. “We came to your world because the barrier between it and the Digi World weakened.” He said, without looking at Tig’s direction. “The first of us who came to this world were confused and lost. Then, out of nowhere, they were attack by the local Pokémon population. This was what started the war.” “You programs came into our home and started to destroy it!” Tig accused, “You set forests on fire, you leveled fields, you polluted rivers! We had to act to stop you before you destroyed the world!” “You attacked first.” Ren said coldly. “You were the ones who attacked us first... and you still do.” He finally turned his head to look at Tig, looking at him with a glare. “It seems that attacking first and asking questions later is something that you [i]keychains[/i] do very naturally, ain’t that right?” “I’ll show you the keychain, you fucking program!” Tig said, readying another Fire Punch. “ENOUGH!!!” They both froze and looked at the human, who was nearly fuming as he looked at the two. “I’m [i]sick and tired[/i] of you two always being at each other’s necks!” Jason said, looking from one to the other. “And I’m sick and tired of one of you always bringing up the war!” “But, Jason!” Tig said, “Back then the programs just came and-” “I don’t care!” Jason said, his voice loud and strong enough to make the two ‘mons flinch. It served to silence Tig on the middle of his talking, and the two looked at him, as the human took deep breaths to calm himself down. “I know that the war was awful.” Jason said. “I heard all about it in school. I know it was ugly. I know it was a huge deal. I know that a lot of Pokémon and Digimon died in it. But, right now, I don’t care, okay? It happened a hundred years before I was born!” For a long moment, the three of them just stood there, looking at each other, before Jason groaned, burying his face on is hands. “I can’t keep doing this...” Jason said, more to himself that to the two ‘mon. “I can’t keep going on like this. Paying for the costs of whatever gets damaged when you two fight is going to drive me to bankruptcy. We already had to move towns three times because of this. At this rate we might need to move to another Region. I just can’t keep going on like this. I can’t keep always having to break you two apart. I can’t anymore. I just can’t...” They both looked at the human, and then at each other. Tig was looking at Ren with a “this is all [i]your[/i] fault” look Ren would have returned the glare, but he was far more worried with Jason. The human’s distress mattered to him far more than the Pokémon’s anger and resentment. “I’m very sorry, Jason.” Ren said, bowing his head to the human. “I’m sorry that you have to go through this because of us...” Jason heldp his head to his hands for a few moments, before sighing. “I know, Ren.” Jason said, finally lifting his head and looking at the Renamon. “I know you do. That’s why I’m also sorry. But, I’m going to destroy the digivice.” Ren’s eyes widened, and the lifted his head to look at the human, seeing his sorrowful face. “W-what?” Ren said, a spark of purest despair igniting on his digital heart. He knew well what that meant. The digivice was the thing that served as the main connecting between a human and their Digimon partner. To destroy a digivice meant to willingly destroy the connection between the two. It meant giving up on said connection, and abandoning your Digimon partner forever. Ren knew that. And so did Tig. “Ha!” The Incineroar said, “About darn time! I told you that he would get rid of [i]you[/i] if he had to! Good riddance, program!” Ren was in too much of a shock to form a proper answer. However, Jason did it for him. “I’ll also destroy your Pokéball, Tig.” Tig blinked, his smile wiped clean off his face as he turned to look at Jason. “Wait, what!?” “[i]IF[/i] you two continue fighting like this.” Jason clarified to the two, who continued to stare at him in shock. The human sighed. “I can’t keep up with how much you two fight anymore.” Jason said, “I know that there are other humans out there who bonded with Pokémon and Digimon alike and make it work, but I just can’t keep up with you always being at each other’s throats. I’m just not made for this. I care about both of you, and seeing you fight is hard for me. It would not be fair to break off the connection with only one of you, so, if I have to, I’ll break connection with both of you.” “H-how is that fair!?!?” Tig said, now on the verge of panicking as he looked at the human. “Jason! We’ve been together far before this program came around!” “And on the time he’s been around he already saved my life three times.” Jason reminded, “And he saved [i]yours’[/i] as well, in case you’ve forgotten, Tig!” The Incineroar could not come up with an answer to that. It was embarrassing for a Pokémon like himself to have his life saved by a Digimon. The idea of owing something to a program was revolting. Which was why, whenever that program saved him in the past, Tig made sure to return the favor and get even with him as fast as possible, so he could go back to hating his guts in peace. “I care about both of you.” Jason said, “And if I broke things off with only one I would never feel good about myself. So, if I give up one, I’ll give up the other as well. It will hurt me, but this way at least I won’t feel like I’m favoring one over the other.” “B-but Jason!” “Master...” “I made up my mind!” Jason said, cutting both of them off before they could go on. He looked at the two, and it was clear on his face that he had truly made his mind, and that this decision was a hard one for him. “Either you two find a way to settle things and put those differences of yours aside, or I’ll give up both of you.” [center]**********************[/center] The day proceeded after this talk. And it proceeded way more silently than normal. On any other day, it would be possible to hear provocations from Tig’s part towards Ren, with the Renamon only rarely answering back something to the Incineroar. On some days, there would even be the sound of fighting, as they would suddenly go at each other’s necks when their fighting got too bad, and then Jason would have to go and break them apart before they either killed each other or set the entire house on fire. However, today there was none of that happening on the house. Jason’s words certainly had an effect on the two. They both had, few times, seem the human so serious as he spoke to the two. They could see on his face that he had made his mind and was not kidding about giving up them both if they continued fighting. As a result, they both remained silent for the rest of the day. They didn’t fought. They didn’t insulted each other. In fact, they hardly even spoke to each other, as they both knew that this usually resulted into the two of them fighting. However, this was not a common and nice kind of peace. It was more of a tense kind of peace where no one said anything because they were afraid that one wrong word could get them kicked out of the house and disowned. Because that was what they both knew would happen if Jason had decided to give up their bond, even though the human himself cared too much about them and was too nice to actually force them out of his house. As a result, there was a palpable tension on the house as the three of them just went about their day, including eating lunch and then watching television all of them together. Jason was as tense as the other two. He knew that his decision was harsh and radical, but he had reached his limit, and he could no longer take it being in the middle of their constant fighting. So he made that decision, even though it pained his heart to do it with his two best friends in the entire world. He just hoped that he would not have to make good to his threat... The day proceeded like that, on that tension between all of the three residents of the house. Ren tried to deal with him on one of the ways he dealt with most of his problems: by trying to meditate as best as he could. He stood on a single leg, his hands united above his head by the palms, as he breathed in and out slowly and steadily, trying to silence the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions on his head. Especially the voice inside of his head that told him that Jason [i]would[/i] destroy the digivice and kick him out of the house. That he was going to abandon him and leave him out to fend for himself just as his parents did once they deemed him “too weak”. A voice that sounded a lot like Tig’s... “Still doing this yoga Taurus-shit?” Said the actual voice of Tig. Ren didn’t even opened his eyes to know that the Pokémon was sitting right by his side, legs crossed and chin resting on his hand as he stared at the setting sun. Ren had heard him coming before he even walked out of the house to join him on the front garden, covered in snow. “What, you ignoring me now?” Tig asked, sounding upset. “We cannot fight again, Tig.” Ren said, “Not after what Master told us.” Tig sighed. “I know... he still seemed mad when I saw him an hour ago. He was working on those documents for his company.” Tig said, “We’re lucky his company lets him do remote work, and he never had to quit his job because of moving, otherwise he would probably have brought up getting rid of us both much sooner.” Ren said nothing in return, and he just continued doing his meditation. He slowly lowered his hands, until he had them on a “praying pose” in front of his face, before he slowly put his hands into the side of his body and leaned forward, stretching his leg behind himself. He lowered his body and then he was on his hands on the ground, lifting his other leg from the ground and bending it over close to his chest as he stood on his hands. “What is this position called again?” Tig asked as he looked at the pose Ren was doing now. “Diving raven?” “Flying crow.” Ren said, his eyes still closed and focusing on what he was doing. Tig looked at him for a second, and then he said: “So, what do we do now?” Ren knew what he was referring to. “We try our best to stop fighting.” Ren said, Tig then scoffed. “Yeah, as if we could. You and I hate each other, and you know it.” Tig said to the Renamon, who said nothing in return. “As long as we have to live on the same house we will always be on a war footing. This is the consequence of a Pokémon and a Digimon being around each other twenty-four seven, even with a human living with them.” Ren said nothing in return. He wanted to try denying in and saying that they could find a way to coexist. However, deep down, he knew that Tig had a point. The resentment they have for each other have been ingrain into them by their kin ever since before either of them even came out of the egg. Generations of hatred for their “sworn enemies” that has been passed all the way down to them in the form of “facts and advices” from their own elders. Ingrained so deeply into their minds and hearts that it would be impossible to break free from them without years of therapy. Ren tried to never show it, but the upbringing he had on the Digi World made him mistrust and despise Pokémon just as much as Tig blatantly showed that he despised him. He tried to push those feelings as far as he could deep into himself, but they were still there, and they would not go away silently and would still influence how he acted around Pokémon. The proof of it was the fact that, sooner or later, he would always cave in to Tig’s provocation and want to say something back at him with the sole purpose of hurting him. “What do you suggest?” Ren said, and there was no mockery or irony on his voice. He made sure there was none as he asked that question, to avoid any misunderstandings that would lead to a fight. However, he was not ready for the answer the Incineroar would give him. “We solve our differences once and for all.” Tig said, “By fighting.” Ren paused, opened his eyes, and then he turned his head to look at Tig with a “you gotta be fucking kidding me” expression. “Do you [i]want[/i] master to give us up?” Ren asked, and Tig then explained: “Hear me out. This will not be an ‘I’m gonna kill you’ battle this time. I think. It will be more like a friendly battle. Well, maybe not ‘friendly’, but it will not be like the one this morning. This time we will only fight until one of us goes down. We will not overdo it, and we will not keep attacking after the other is down.” “I never did it.” Ren said, matter-of-factly. “Anyways.” Tig said, continuing. “This will be our last battle. We make a compromise of making it the end of our problems. We fight until one falls, and it will be it. We will never fight again and will put our enmity to rest. Look, it can work. I heard of some programs and Pokémon who had fights like that and they actually managed to end their differences for good! It is as if fighting like this is cathartic or something.” Ren looked at the Incineroar for a few moments. Surprisingly, Ren was considering what Tig was saying, for some reason. “If Jason finds out we are fighting again...” “We do it tonight.” Tig said to him. “While Jason is sleeping. We use the old battleground a couple yards away. He will never know what is happening, and we will be able to settle things and solve our problems. This way we can save our connection with Jason! Come on, dude! Do you have any better ideas? If you do, then I’m listening.” There was no irony or mockery on Tig’s voice as he said that to Ren, as it would be in nearly all other occasions. There was no humor on what he was saying, and he was actually making a serious suggestion to Ren. A suggestion that, he hoped, would be able to keep them both from losing the one thing they treasured the most in the world: the connection with the one human who was their partner. Tig was far too worried about losing Jason to want to pull Ren’s leg or mock him. Even the Incineroar had enough common sense to know that this was far too important. This was what allowed him to reach Ren. “I have no better ideas.” Ren said, before sighing and dropping his yoga pose, standing normally as he looked at the feline Pokémon. “Well, we might as try it out.” “Great!” Tig said to him, “So, tonight we battle and solve this thing between us once and for all. And, why don’t we add some bet on the mix? The winner gets a thing the other one treasures the most as a symbol of friendship?” Ren looked at him for a few moments, before groaning. “Why do Pokémon always need to have some kind of prize for when they fight?” Ren said to Tig, exasperated. “Can’t you just accept that a fight doesn’t needs to be a competition at all times?” “Hey, fighting is a competition in and on itself!” Tig said back to the fox. Then, after a few seconds, he had a smirk on his face as an idea came to his mind. “And I think I know what could be the prize for the winner.” Ren listened to what Tig had in mind. And he was appalled by it. “Have you lost your mind?” Ren asked of him, while Tig looked at him with a smirk. “What? Afraid of losing?” “I thought this was about solving our differences, you pervert!” Ren said back to him, raising his voice. However, he reminded himself not to be too loud when he looked back at the house and saw the door slightly open. The last thing he needed now was for Jason to hear them yelling at each other and decide to make good to his threat. “And it is.” Tig said, “We solve our differences and the loser do that for the winner to prove there is no hard feelings between the two of us. So, what do you say, Foxy? Wanna do it?” Ren looked at Tig for the longest moment. [center]**********************[/center] “I must be losing my mind.” Ren said to himself as he stood on the middle of the field as Tig stretched his body and got ready to fight. It was late at night, as the two of them had to wait until 2:00 AM to be sure that Jason was, indeed, fast asleep, and that he would not wake up at night and follow them. They could not take any risks on their human finding out they were fighting again, on the same day he warned them not to fight anymore. In complete silence, they both left the house and made their way into that field near their home. It was a battlefield, which was traditionally for Pokémon to fight each other and, occasionally, also served as a place for Pokémon and Digimon to fight each other on competitive battles. With humans watching over them to be sure they would not get carried away, of course. This time, however, there was no human around. There was only a Digimon and a Pokémon on the middle of that battlefield, both of them ready to go into battle. Normally, having no humans around could mean the battle would quickly devolve into uncontrolled violence. However, the idea that Jason would be furious at the two of them and disown them both if they came back home broken and bloody was enough to make them assume a compromise. “Remember, only keep it non-lethal.” Ren continued. “No foul moves, and if the opponent falls or surrenders than you have to stop immediately.” “Yeah, I remember all of that.” Tig said to him, as he finished stretching, slapped his face a few times, and hit his right fist on the palm of his left hand. “Now, let’s get this party started!” Ren looked at Tig, and he nodded, putting his faith that the Incineroar would be reasonable enough to uphold the terms of their agreement. So, Ren adopted his own fighting pose, to match Tig’s. “One...” Ren said aloud, as he readied his stance. “Two...” Tig said, as he cracked his knuckles and shifted his weight by adjusting his footing. For a very long moment, they looked at each other. For a moment, they were so still that neither of them seemed to be even breathing. Then, all of a sudden... “THREE!” They charged. Tig’s fists went up in flames as he rushed towards Ren, and the Renamon got ready to react as the Incineroar rushed towards him, giving a backflip when he reached Tig and placing a kick on the middle of his back. This caused Tig to turn around, just when Ren materialized a whole set of leaves and sent them flying towards Tig. The Incineroar didn’t had time to react, as the seven leaves hit him into the chest, sending him flying back. He only didn’t went to the ground because he steadied himself and made sure to keep his two feet planted firmly on the ground. Tig then snarled, before opening his mouth and letting out a Flamenthrower in Ren’s direction, and Ren stumbled like an Olympic gymnast as he avoided the fire coming his way, and Tig just continued spewing flames, trying to hit him. Of course, neither of them wanted to hurt the other. Digimon and Pokémon moves could be quite deadly, but the two kinds were able to regulate the force of their moves enough so they would not be deadly. This was something both species learned on their own, as they often needed to fight to settle their differences, and they didn’t wanted to seriously hurt their opponents. This was a thing that the two kinds had in common, but it did nearly nothing to stop them from hating each other. However, this battle in between Ren and Tig was not hateful. No. It was fierce, but there was no hate or malice on their battle. They were simply fighting, not to kill or to actually harm the other, but because they wanted to end their enmity once and for all, so they could save their relationship with their human. The battle was flashy and loud. So much that they were glad their battlefield was far from their house. Back home, Jason was sleeping soundly on his bed, unaware that his two partners were currently into another fight. One that was dragging on for a while as they continued fighting, and neither of them seemed ready to give up. Even as they were both left bruised and panting from the effort of the battle that has dragged for over twenty minutes, neither of them felt like giving up yet. They felt like they couldn’t. Making a movement with his arms, Ren lighted them up in blue flames, just like he did on that same afternoon back on the town. Tig saw it, and he activated his Fire Punch and ignited both his fists into red flames. They walked around each other for a while, before both of them rushed into the other. Ren threw both his fists forward. Tig sidestepped, allowing Ren to move past him. “Got you now!” Tig said as he threw his own punch on Ren’s side. As soon as he made contact, Ren exploded into a cloud of pink smoke, which quickly dissipated. Tig didn’t even had the time to be properly shocked, for Ren landed on his shoulders, bringing his fists with blue flames into the Incineroar’s back, making him cry out in surprise and in pain. Tig tried to react, only for Ren to vanish into another puff of smoke, and then reappear on another area and slam his fists into Tig’s body. This was the true nature of Tohachi Game. A move that revolved around trickery and countering the enemy’s blows. Avoiding damage and then returning it with damage of your own, imposed over the enemy. A damage that could be very hard to avoid unless you had very good reflexes. And were not tired after twenty minutes of hard fighting. Tig tried to punch Ren, only for him to disappear and then punch him back. On the chest. On the back. On the shoulder blades. On the stomach. Even on the face. And each one of those punches envelop in blue flames drained Tig of a little more of his stamina, until... Tig went down to only one knee, and he looked up, just in time to see Ren standing in front of him, on a karate pose. He had a fiery punch raised, ready to deliver a blow right into Tig’s jaw. However, he was froze in place, only looking at the feline. Tig looked deep in those eyes. He had always been told that he would see nothing more than anger and hate on the eyes of a Digimon, for that was all that creatures like them could feel towards his kind, which was why he should answer with the same feelings. However, looking on those eyes, he saw none of that. He didn’t saw unjustified hate or resentment. He didn’t saw spite. He didn’t saw malice. He didn’t saw mockery. He didn’t saw any of the bad things he would always see on the eyes of a Digimon. Actually, this seemed like the first time he was seeing those eyes. The first time he was actually [i]looking[/i] at them. The first time that he looked at them and saw more than a Digimon’s eyes. Those were [i]Ren’s[/i] eyes. And he didn’t hated him as much as Tig was told his kind would hate him. Not even as much as Tig, deep down, knew he deserved for Ren to hate him. For a long moment, they both looked at each other, both of them with flaming fists, but neither of them acting. However, if they did, then Ren would be the one claiming victory with that final punch, and both of them knew it. That was why Tig lowered his head. The fire on his fists went out as they relaxed. “I...” Tig said, hesitating, before he said, loud and clear: “I surrender. You win.” Ren looked at him for a few moments, before dropping his stance. He then placed his hands together in front of his chest, and bowed to Tig. Not on mockery, but on genuine respect. Tig noticed it, and he bowed his head back at him. Just like that, the battle was over. Sighing, Ren stretched his body. “That was a hard battle.” Ren said to Tig, who still had his head down. “So, that is it? We are cool now?” Tig remained with his head down for a few moments, before he said: “No.” Ren looked at him with surprise. Tig looked up at him. “We still need to do one final thing.” He said, and this surprised the Renamon. However, not more than his next words: “We need to go through with the bet.” Ren took a few moments to realize what Tig was talking about. It was the bet they made when Tig offered the idea of them fighting. The one Ren agreed with when he agreed to have this battle with the Incineroar. “Tig, you can’t be serious.” Ren said to the Incineroar, who looked up at him. “You need to claim your prize.” Tig said to him, “It was what we agreed, and I compromised myself with it.” “Tig! That was just a silly bet! You cannot be serious about it!” “I compromised myself, Ren!” Tig said to the Renamon, in all seriousness. “I agreed with the terms with you before this began, and you won fair and square! I need to do it! It is your prize!” “I was not fighting for any prize, Tig!” Ren said back, “I just agreed with it because it was a way to put our differences aside! I already won, it’s over!” “It is not over until you claim your prize!” “Then I renounce the prize! We don’t have to go through with this! It was just some stupid bet! It was not an honor-bound compromise!” “It is to a Pokémon!” Tig said, nearly roaring. This outburst caused Ren to go silent. After a few moments, Tig said: “I made a compromise. I compromised myself with this bet. It was a spur of the moment thing, but it was a compromise made upon the battle. A compromise for a prize to the winner. I’ve lost, so I must give you the prize. I need to do this, Ren.” He looked up at him. “I won’t feel good about myself if we don’t see this to the end. So, Ren... please...” Ren looked at Tig. That one Incineroar that he always knew as prideful and strong. That one Pokémon who didn’t bowed to anyone for any reason. Now he was on his knees before him, looking up at him and begging. Begging to a [i]Digimon[/i]. Ren was so surprised by this that he could not find it on himself to try and talk him out of this. So, he just looked at him, before nodding. This was enough for Tig. “Drop the veil.” Tig said to Ren, and the Renamon did exactly that. Another point Pokémon and Digimon had in common: they both had a very interesting of preserving their modesty. Yes, some Digimon and Pokémon wore clothes, but most of them didn’t, and yet, you never really saw their parts. That was because Pokémon and their digital counterparts had a specific type of perception distortion centered around their privates, distorting the senses so those parts were not perceived. It was basically a form of illusion that made the areas of their privates look smooth and with nothing there, like a doll’s, effectively hiding their genitals from perception and keeping them out of sight, unless the ‘mon in question decided to purposely dispel the illusion to reveal their intimate bits. This type of illusion was universally known as “the veil”, and it was something that both Pokémon and Digimon shared, allowing them to keep their modesty and only reveal their genitals if they chose to. And Ren just chose to drop the veil to reveal his intimate parts. As he did, the area of his crotch started pixelating, like a program going through an upgrade. His once smooth crotch now changed as the pixelating effect ended. Now, Ren’s crotch had a sheath, not much different from a fox’s genitals, all covered on white fur, including his ball sack, which hung low with a pair of sizable orbs inside. Tig swallowed a lump on his throat as he looked at Ren’s private parts for the first time. It was... bigger than he expected. Tig looked up at Ren, and saw that the Renamon’s yellow features were turning slightly pinkish with a blush. The awkwardness was heavy in between the two of them. However, amidst this awkward feeling, Tig felt a bit relieve for knowing that he was not the only one blushing. As well as for his darker features hiding his blush... he hoped. Tig decided to just try and get this over with. So, he turned his attention back to Ren’s sheath. Placing his hands on Ren’s hips, the Incineroar moved his face closer to the digital fox’s genitals, and started to nuzzle them. Ren’s blush deepened as he felt Tig rubbing his face on his private parts, and doing it in a way that was nearly affectionate. It was enough to make Ren shiver slightly as he felt this kind of contact between him and the Incineroar. Tig, however, would not limit himself to only nuzzle on Ren’s privates. Soon, he was opening his mouth. Ren shivered again when he felt that warm breath onto his genitals, and nearly “yi-yip”ed when he felt the Fire-type’s tongue made a contact with his privates. Tig did not wasted any time, and went straight to work with his tongue. He ran it over the sheath, bathing it with his saliva as he licked all over. He went down on the Digimon’s furry sack, and started to lick into it, popping the gonads into his mouth and sucking it into them. He would even move over the top of the sheath, on the opening that led to his member, and he would run his tongue all around it and then inside. “T-T-Tig...” Ren said, his whole body trembling, as he looked down at the Incineroar. “Y-you... you done it before, haven’t you?” Tig stopped briefly, to look up at the vulpine features of the male he was pleasuring. He smirked. “Hey, I have a life of my own.” Tig said to him, and then he looked at the sheath of the fox, and saw that the tip of his member was already starting to emerge from the sheath, the pinkish flesh saying “hello” from amidst the white fur. “You, on the other hand, seems not to have much.” Tig said as he looked at it. “Only three minutes and your little friend is already peeking out to say hi! You haven’t seem a lot of action lately, have you?” Ren said nothing as his blush deepened. Tig was right, it [i]had[/i] been a while since Ren actually had some “action”. In fact, it has been so long that Ren could hardly even remember when it happened... Ending up in the Real World had really thrown all of his life in disarray. Tig chuckled. “Oh, you poor thing.” The Incineroar said, making a baby voice as he talked to Ren. “Here, let Uncle Tig help you with it.” And soon, he was licking again, this time on the pinkish tip poking out of his sheath. This caused Ren to shiver again, and this time he could not hold back his whimpers. He whimpered as the Incineroar on his knees before him licked his member, while using his hands to massage his sheath and balls, to coax more of the fox’s member out of hiding. It took around two minutes of work, in which Tig continued to rub and lick the emerging cock, until it stood in all of its glory. All eleven inches of it. Coupled with a two-inch thick knot at the base. Tig looked at the member standing before him for a few moments. [i]Shit... he’s bigger than me.[/i] “Tig?” Ren’s voice came, as he looked down at the Incineroar. “Something wrong?” Tig quickly recovered, and said it was nothing. He soon went back to work, as he grabbed the cock by the base, squeezing and massaging the knot, while his mouth worked on the tip, closing his lips around it and sucking on it while he swirled his tongue all around it. This served to drive Ren completely insane. The fox moaned as he trembled from head to toe, calling Tig’s name in a long, drawn-out moan as he was serviced in a way he hadn’t in years. Ren never realized how touch-starved he was until he had a mouth around his cock. And, man, what a skilled mouth it was. Tig did showed that he had experience servicing males. The way he sucked and moved his tongue was something one could only learn how to do with lots of experience. That tongue was sandpapery, but only having it touching and licking his cock felt heavenly to someone who has not seem action in such a long time. Even though it prickled his dick a bit, it was an amazing experience to Ren. He continued to moan Tig’s name as the Incineroar servicing him, even more when the Pokémon started to bob his head, moving it up and down on the cock of the Renamon, taking more and more of his cock with each bob, until he had practically half of Ren’s eleven inches into his mouth and throat. Ren could only take so much of such a treatment. His hands were on Tig’s head before he knew what he was doing. He moaned loudly as his hips started to move nearly on their own, sending his cock in and out of Tig’s mouth in synch with the bobbing of his head. Tig, on his end, took it like a champ. It was not the first time he was face-fucked, after all. Tig relaxed his throat, so he would not gag, and made sure to keep his tongue out of the way so it would not accidentally wrap around the cock while it was moving. And, of course, he kept a grip on the big knot to be sure that Ren would not get overly excited and end up knotting his mouth. He already had a past experience with some knot locking into his mouth, and it had not been a good one. And that knot was not as big as Ren’s. Tig continued to bog his head on the cock, taking two-thirds of it on his mouth already, while Ren moaned helplessly as he continued to thrust away and call out for Tig’s name as he held onto his head. However, Ren’s thrusts were not violent or powerful. Actually, even when Ren was going in and out of his mouth at a considerable pace, Tig still had the feeling that those thrusts were hesitant. Nearly as if Ren was holding himself back. However, Tig didn’t delved on this thought for too long. Ren’s thrusting became erratic. His moans grew loud and desperate. His cock throbbed within Tig’s mouth. Tig could feel, on his hands, the knot swelling and throbbing harder than the dick itself. Tig knew that Ren was not far, so he doubled his efforts, as he wanted the Digimon to cum soon. He even started to purr around the dick! Ren could not take so much. He moaned, crying out Tig’s name. His hands tightened their grip on the Incineroar’s head as he pushed his dick as far as he could and dared into the Pokémon’s mouth. His tip flared as his orgasm hit and his balls contracted close to his body. His data-based digi-cum came out of his cock and straight into Tig’s waiting mouth. Digital cum had a [i]weird[/i] flavor. That was what Tig thought when he, very briefly, felt the taste of this cum on his tongue before he was forced to swallow the excess so it would not all spill out of his mouth. The Incineroar kept swallowing. Mouthful after mouthful. Tig swallowed everything that Ren ditched onto him. And boy, that digital fox could ditch [i]a lot[/i]. He would never have imagined that Ren was capable of cumming so much. However, he also would have never assume that Ren had a bigger dick than his’. He always assumed that the girly-looking Digimon had a small dick. Didn’t all femboys? Ren’s orgasm lasted for nearly two minutes, and he unleashed practically a flood of cum down Tig’s throat. The Incineroar swallowed it all. By the time the orgasm subsided, Ren was shivering and whimpering softly, while Tig was breathing through his nostrils, as he could finally breathe now that he was done swallowing everything Ren could offer. Ren stumbled back. His cock slipped free of Tig’s lips, spilling a bit of cum around as it continued to leak. Some of it ran down to Tig’s chin, and it caused the Incineroar to growl a little bit. It was annoying when cum spilled on his body. It matted his fur and left behind that weird smell that lingered and other ‘mons with sensitive noses could pick up. Tig wiped the cum off his chin and chest with his fingers. Scooping them up before taking them to his mouth and just swallowing it. He let it linger on his tongue, and he could tell for sure that Digimon cum [i]had[/i] a weird taste. [i]But... kinda good though...[/i] Tig thought to himself. He thought that it was over now that he made Ren cum. Now they could both go home and forget everything about it. But as he looked. “You’re still hard!?” Tig said in surprise, as he saw that Ren’s member had not softened. Not in the slightest. His cock and knot were still as hard as when Tig started sucking him. Actually, it nearly seemed as if his know had swollen a few more centimeters. His member was still throbbing, more pre leaking from the tip. One look up at Ren’s face told Tig that Ren was, indeed, not done. He still seemed horny. “S-so long...” Ren said to him. “I-it’s been so long...  I-I haven’t cummed... I-it’s different for Digimon... I-it all builds up... literally builds up...” Tig blinked, and he looked at the member. “How many loads you still have in there?” Tig asked, now scared at the prospect that Ren could have years of delayed orgasms to unleash. “O-only one more...” Ren said, “I-I masturbate regularly, but it is just not the same. I-I still feel the need... I-I ignored it for so long but... after what you just did...” Ren leant forward, and then he put both of his hands on Tig’s shoulders. The kneeling Incineroar looked up at the Renamon, and saw his panting, blushing face as he looked down at him. “Tig...” Ren said, his voice denoting his need. “I am the one who needs it now. I [i]really[/i] need it. Please...” It was obvious that Ren needed it. The way his cock throbbed and the look on his face said it all to Tig. The Incineroar could tell all the signs of a pent up ‘mon, and Ren was showing all of them. It made him wonder how long Ren had actually gone without having some, and made him actually feel a little sorry for him. Also, Tig was still bond by his word to give Ren’s prize. This would not be over until Ren was satisfied. This meant Tig’s work was not done yet. “Okay then.” Tig said, “I’ll suck you off one more time.” “No.” Ren said to him, causing the Incineroar to stop. “I... I want to... to breed you...” Now [i]that[/i] made Tig nervous. He looked at the size of that member. “Really?” Tig asked, “Can’t I just give you some sucking? I can massage your knot and everything...” “Tig...” Ren said again. He was biting his lip as he looked at the Pokémon with puppy-dog eyes. “Please...” Dammit. Ren could not know it, but one of the few things that could get to Tig was the horny desperate look on another ‘mon’s face. Even if it was the face of a Digimon. Tig looked at him for a few more moments, before he said to Ren: “Fine. I’ll do it. But, just try not to be too rough, okay? I’m a... I mean, I never had anything back there before.” Tig blushed as he admitted that. He had been a top all his life. He had always been the one fucking. This would be his first time as the one being fucked, and he had to admit that it made him more than just a little nervous. Ren looked at him and, even through his horniness, he could still register what Tig was saying, and take it into consideration. The Renamon nodded at him. Soon, they were going to the rocks that there were near the field, one of which was (strangely conveniently) flat enough for Tig to lay on his back on it while Ren stood before it, with his tailhole being right on the level with his crotch and his hard cock. Except, that his tailhole was completely out of sight. As it was his crotch. Tig’s veil was still up. However, it would not be for long. Tig took the initiative of putting his veil down before Ren asked this of him. Just like with Ren, his crotch area went out of focus, before reacquiring focus and looking different. He revealed his cock, which was hard as diamond and even leaking pre. He had gotten hard while sucking Ren. He could feel it, but it was hid by the illusion of the veil. Tig had planned to masturbate once they got home and go on as if this never happened. However, Ren’s needs ended up throwing those plans off the window. Tig blushed and looked away as Ren looked at his hard member. He was fully expecting Ren to take it on mocking him for getting hard from sucking another guy. To call him cock-hungry and a slut. He knew he would if their positions were reversed. However, it seemed Ren had no intention of doing it. Actually, when Tig looked again, he was surprised for seeing that Ren was now kneeling, with his face right on the level of Tig’s crotch. “Ren?” Tig asked, and Ren looked back at him. Before he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. Tig let out a hissing sound as he felt Ren give his cock a slow, sensual lick. Which was soon follow by another one, which went from base to tip. Then, Ren moved slower, and he started to nuzzle into Tig’s balls, giving them a few licks, before he moved even lower. Tig felt like his tail would ignite at any moment when he felt Ren’s tongue touch his tailhole. [i]He is licking it without hesitating... Damn, this Digimon is braver than me![/i] Tig though as he could feel Ren’s tongue on his tailhole, where it remained for a considerable time. [i]Shit, he is making out with my tailhole![/i] Tig thought as he felt that tongue going all over his pucker, and then [i]into[/i] it. [i]He stuck it in! The bastard actually stuck it in! I can feel his tongue inside my tailhole! It is wiggling, and it feels fucking weird![/i] The tongue wiggled deep into Tig. Maybe deeper than a tongue was supposed to go, and it touched something inside him that made his whole body shiver and convulse. [i]But... so fucking good![/i] Tig couldn’t help but purr as he was tongued and rimmed by Ren, who continued what he was doing very enthusiastically, sending his tongue deep on the Pokémon’s tailhole, while his hand reached out to give Tig’s cock a few rubs as he continued what he was doing. Tig felt like he could cum just from Ren doing what he was doing. However, Ren had different plans. Tig had to hold back a whimper when he felt that tongue leaving his tailhole. He looked over and saw Ren raising to his feet, and then taking hold of his ankles. He could see the feral, animalistic need on Ren’s face and eyes, and he knew what was coming next. Tig’s tailhole reflexively clenched when he felt the tip of the foxy cock poking on his tailhole. All of sudden the cock seemed even bigger than before. Especially that knot. The realization that huge bulb of flesh would be going into his tailhole before he would be calling it a night crashed onto him like a boulder on top of his head. Tig thought of talking to Ren and telling him to go easy. However, Ren thrusted before he could. Tig let out a yowl like that of a cat who just got his tail stepped on as Ren sent nearly half of his cock into Tig’s tailhole. Tig was shivering, his toes curling and legs twitching as he felt himself more stuffed than he had ever been on his entire life. He tried his best to breathe through the pain, gritting his teeth and running his sharp nails over the solid rock, leaving claw marks behind. He looked over, and he saw Ren looking back at him. He was panting and moaning. His tongue was out of his mouth and he was panting like a poor tired dog as he looked at the Pokémon. His eyes were burning with need. Tig could tell from those eyes that Ren wanted nothing more than to start pounding as hard and fast as possible. However, he was not. He was not pounding out like he wanted to. Instead, he was just standing still and allowing for Tig to have all the time he needed to adjust before he was to go down on him. Like Tig himself many times did for the sissies he found on the night when he went out to chase after some tail. “I... can take it.” Tig said, growling as he looked at Ren deep in the eyes. He refused to show weakness now. He refused to allow Ren to think he was weak, even if just for a single second. He didn’t care if he was doing this out of kindness or consideration, he was not going to be treated like a poor little virgin who could not take anything. “I can take it!” Tig said again, with confidence. “So don’t you dare hold back, do you hear me!?” Ren looked at him in silence for a few moments. He was still panting, but he said nothing to the Incineroar. Instead, he allowed his words to speak for him. His grip on Tig’s ankles tightened, and his face changed as he adopted a feral expression. Then he started thrusting. He pulled his cock out, and then he sent it back in. This caused Tig to grunt as he did his best to fight the pain of having his tailhole stretched to the limit. And then, Ren pulled back and thrusted in again. And he did it again and again. Like Tig asked, Ren was not holding back. He was truly going all out on Tig’s tailhole. It was not slow, much less romantic. It was just a needy, animalistic rutting of a Digimon on a Pokémon. The Digimon growling and snarling from pleasure as he bred his new bitch, while the Pokémon did the same as he powered best he could through the pain on his tailhole. Tig snarled and growled, but only because he needed to fight back the whimpering and even the tears. His pride would not allow him to show to Ren that this was hurting. He actually felt glad that Ren had rimmed and tongued his tailhole before thrusting inside. Spit was not the best lube, but it was better than nothing. Had Ren gone in completely dry, Tig was sure that he would be crying and sobbing like a little girl as the Renamon fucked him raw. And so, as minutes dragged, Tig continued fighting the pain and not showing. It became easy, as his tailhole adjusted and the pain caused by the penetration subsided. Instead, a new feeling was blossoming from Tig’s tailhole as he was penetrate by the Digimon. A feeling of pleasure. The longer they kept doing it, the more the pain was replace by pleasure. Pleasure of the likes Tig never felt before on his life, and that made him start to understand why those queers he fucked silly moaned like poor bitches in heat with their tongues out of their mouths. Tig was far too composed to be reduce to a drooling, moaning mess. He still had his pride. So, he limited himself to let out quiet moans with his mouth partially open, as he continued to pant as Ren fucked him harder and harder. Ren panted as well, as he pulled out and sent it back inside with increasing speed and power. More and more of his cock slipped inside of Tig’s tailhole with each thrust he made. By the time his knot was touching Tig’s tailhole, his cock was hitting something inside of Tig’s tailhole. The same thing Ren’s tongue touched when he sent it deep on that pucker. This made growls escape Tig’s mouth as his back arched when he felt that point inside his body being poke, making his cock, already throbbing and leaking pre with each thrust Ren made, to shot pre from the tip all the way up to his chest. “R-Ren...” Tig said, in between panting and moaning. Moaning that he was trying to hold back, but that he could no longer control, as the pleasure he was feeling reached levels where it became too hard to resist. “R-Ren... Reeeeeen!” Ren, in return, moaned Tig’s name back. They both moaned as they continued with their sinful act. An act that was a complete taboo in between their kinds, who hated each other. An act that some would consider nothing sort of betrayal to their own kind in favor of the “enemy”. An act that could be compare to the love between Romeo and Juliet. This taboo only added to what they were doing, and made the experience all the more thrilling to the two. Although both of them were too far gone into pleasure to consciously acknowledge this. Ren continued. He needed to continue. He needed to keep going. He needed to go... all... the... way! With a large thrust, Ren forced his cock into Tig’s tailhole hard and deep. There was a “pop” that he felt more than heard. He did, however, heard the squeal that Tig let out. A squeal that he could not hold back when he felt that bulb of flesh force its way into his tailhole, stretching him in a way Tig never even imagined it would be even possible. With his now inside Tig’s hole, Ren could only pull back and then shove back with a limited range. However, this did not stopped him from putting his all into it, rumping so he could make his cock shift inside of the tailhole he was breeding, and this caused Tig to moan loudly. His moans, however, became even louder when he felt something wet and warm wrapping around his own dick. [i]Dammit, I didn’t knew Ren’s spine was so flexible![/i] Tig thought to himself when he looked over to see what it was. Ren had managed to bend over in a way that he was able to take Tig’s dick into his mouth and start sucking on it. He moaned as he sucked on the Incineroar’s dick, while he still held onto his ankles and fucked his tailhole. This was too much. It was just too much for Tig. The Pokémon growled as he felt his orgasm approaching faster and faster. His hands moved to Ren’s head and they grabbed his ears rather roughly. His own hips moved in synch with Ren’s. His cock shifted as it moved into the mouth of the Renamon, as Ren sucked with the strength of a vacuum cleaner. The Incineroar moaned loudly as he was overwhelm with pleasure, and Ren moaned around the cock on his mouth... Then, it hit him. Tig could not hold back, and he roared loudly as he peaked. His back arched and his toes curled as his cock throbbed inside of Ren’s mouth. His tip flared as he unleashed a torrent of cum right into the Digimon’s mouth. Ren, on his end, only swallowed around it greedily, letting it all travel down to his esophagus and straight into his waiting stomach. As he swallowed, his own orgasm hit when he felt Tig’s tailhole clamping around his knot. Said know swelled even more as his whole cock throbbed within Tig’s bowels, and he unleashed another flood of cum right into Tig’s ass, filling him to the brim as he had an orgasm as intense as the one he had minutes ago. Their orgasms lasted for minutes, with Tig ending first, while Ren continued for a couple more seconds after Tig was done. After this, they were both left panting. Ren still had his mouth around Tig’s dick, and he gave it a suck and a lick. This caused Tig to mewl like a cat, and that was wen Ren let go of his dick, letting it flop back into his belly, and straightened his back so he could stand. Tig was still laying on the rock flat on his back, his chest moving with the rhythm of his panting, looking up at the sky as he recovered from one of the most intense orgasms he had on his life. He took nearly half-a-minute to look over and see Ren looking back at him. He also looked down on himself. He was kind of expecting his stomach to be swelling with the amount of cum he was sure Ren dumped into his tailhole. He was pretty sure that it was enough to make his stomach bulge and make him look pregnant... Especially with the knot locking it in all inside. Tig groaned when he felt the knot shifting inside of him as Ren tried to pull out, but failed. “I...” Ren said, “I guess we are... kind of stuck... for a while...” Silence followed those words. Tig looked back at him, while Ren was looking to the side as he rubbed the back of his neck. The two of them were still pretty winded from the intense sex session they had. “Do you... have family back in the Digi World?” Tig asked... [center]**********************[/center] Jason could hardly believe it. He could hardly believe it was true. But Ren and Tig were actually getting along! He first noticed it on the morning after he had that conversation with them. They were both on the kitchen making breakfast for both him and themselves. For the first time, the three of them sat on a table and ate their food without any incidents. No insults. No threats. No one of them trying to toss their food on the other. Not even oppressive awkward silence. Just the three of them sitting on the table and eating their food in peace. A calm and peaceful breakfast, with the only sounds being the polite and nice conversation between the people sitting on the table. And Tig and Ren were actually having a conversation! They were talking to each other without problem, without insulting each other or being condescending to sarcastic. They were actually having a civilized conversation! And it was not only that one breakfast. It was as if they had decided to actually stop fighting for good. They would not provoke or fight each other all during the day. They were also spending more time together, when before they avoided each other like the plague. And they seemed to have no qualms about being on the same room for too long anymore. Jason even saw them doing things together! He saw Ren playing video games with Tig, and then saw the Incineroar together when the Renamon trying to practice yoga. Over the course of three weeks, they were less and less at odds. They were actually starting to act as friends! Was it Jason threatening to cut ties with them that made them do it? Or did something else happened? Jason didn’t knew. All he knew was that he was happy that his Digimon and Pokémon had finally managed to put their differences aside. [center]**********************[/center] “Ren...” said a voice, as a red finger poked the Renamon’s face. “Hey, Ren...” Ren groaned, turning on his bed as he looked at the side with a single open eye. “Tig...” Ren said, looking at the Incineroar’s face. “What is it?” He asked this, but he had a feeling of what it was. He knew what it was when Tig woke him up in the middle of the night. It was clear by the look Tig was giving him. “Tig, are you serious?” Ren asked, “We did it last night... can’t we take a break tonight? Today was tiring. And master is on his bedroom. Last time he nearly woke up...” However, Tig continued to look at him. His eyes wide as he looked at Ren. “Please...?” Tig asked, giving to Ren his best impression of puppy-dog eyes. Ren looked at him for a few moments, before he sighed. “Fine... but let’s do our best to keep quiet. And let’s make it quick, I need to wake up early tomorrow.”