*******


A lot had changed in the year since the Arkadimon War.  Since she was now taking care of not one, but two children, Gato had been forced to upgrade her room again.  Before Sala, Gato had lived in small quarters with barely enough room for a bed and her few meager personal possessions.  After Sala, she had been forced to upgrade to a larger set of quarters with a separate room and bed for the child.


Now, to accommodate the two children she was now raising as her own, Gato had been forced to upgrade to an actual apartment with several rooms to provide for the children.  While the apartment would have been considered sparse and spartan by normal civilian standards, Gato found it unbearably luxurious, considering what her original room had been like.  She was used to prefabricated standardized living quarters, with a bed, a dresser, and a bathroom, and not much else. 


The apartments on the Defenders HQ campus were generally reserved for visiting dignitaries, long-term civilian workers, or those few Defenders who had settled down and actually chosen to have families.  Now living in one of those apartments, Gato felt uncomfortable to have so much space… and furniture.


Gato sighed and looked into the mirror, sliding her gaze up and down her body as she grabbed a blow dryer to finish drying her fur off.  She had changed too over the last year.  At the beginning of the year before the Arkadimon War, she had just been entering the cusp of puberty. A mere three weeks before the War exploded across the world, Gato had entered her first heat.  Two years had passed in total since the Black Collars had started everything, and now Gato had celebrated her sixteenth cycle of life.  


Now, Gato was in the full depths of puberty with everything that entailed.  A growth spurt had given her a couple of new inches of height, much to her pleasure, but she was still quite short for a Gatomon her age.  Her body, which had been (in her opinion) pretty scrawny, flat, and shapeless, had finally begun to develop the slight curves of wo-monhood.  


Her chest, originally as flat as paper, had begun to grow outward.  It wasn’t much, barely more than mosquito bites (as Terriermon had chosen to call them before Gato assigned him latrine duty for a week in retaliation), but it was noticeable.  Gato felt a flush of pleasure looking down at, what on a humanoid might have been AA-cups.  Her nipples poked through her fur, pink and rosy, and wider and larger than they’d ever been.  Even in full adulthood, Gato was never going to have anything like an hourglass figure; Rookies and small Champions like herself rarely developed the types of bodies that humanoid Digimon females did.  But Gato was proud that her body had finally started to show her age as she transitioned toward her adulthood.


Gato’s mood soured just barely as she felt a twitch at her hips.  Her sheath was swollen, her pink penis hanging down flaccid between her legs.  Succubimon had done her work well.  Gato’s cock was integrated into her physiology so perfectly that as she aged and grew… so did it.  In the two years since she had been so “gifted” by the evil villainess, it had grown thicker and longer with the rest of her body.  Originally ten inches in length, Gato’s cock was now almost eleven (or so she had measured) when erect.  Gato had long since accepted it as part of her that was not going away, but the thought of carrying around a foot-long erection between her legs was not one that Gato particularly relished.  It didn’t help that as she got older, the longer and more voluminous her orgasms were… which certainly extended the time it took to clean up.


Gato sighed and shook her head, running the dryer through her hair.  She had let her snowy-white headfur grow out quite a bit in the past year to try to render herself less recognizable. She had originally kept it short and roughly the same length as the rest of her fur.   It now reached down to her shoulders, which meant that it required a lot more effort to take care of… but it accented her newfound femininity in a way that she found pleasing.  She was still trying to find a flattering hairstyle, unsure if she wanted to let it hang loose, or tie it back into a ponytail, or find some other style that might work.  Gato supposed it was also part of puberty that she had actually begun to care what her hair looked like at all.  


Deciding to just leave it loose for now, she manifested her gloves on her paws.  As they were literally part of her programming, rather than merely clothing, she could make them appear and disappear at will.  Tugging the yellow and red fabric down on her paws, she nodded to herself cheerfully.


It was late in the evening, and Gato strolled out of her apartment, her tail swishing behind her as she took the elevator down to the ground floor and left.  The sun had set, and the moon was rising.  The stars shone clearly above, the sky marked with the familiar circuit lines of the Digital World.  Watching human movies, Gato always thought the Real World’s sky looked so odd without them.


Gato greeted the security patrols as she passed, strolling breezily towards the barracks.  Most of the support staff lived in File City; so at night, the base seemed eerily empty at times.  Only the security crew and night shift maintenance staff remained; patrolling the grounds or cleaning up and repairing things respectively.  Gato felt comfortable, though.  She had lived there since she was five cycles old, and it was her home.  


The girl waved cheerfully at one of the guards as she passed, holding up her Brand to identify herself.  He nodded calmly and gave a polite salute.  He glanced down between her legs, noting her flaccid member swinging back and forth as she walked, but made no comment.  Considering most Digimon did not wear clothing unless it was programmed onto them or a uniform for their job, it was not uncommon to see a Digimon’s genitals hanging out in various states of arousal.  The polite and tactful thing to do was to ignore it and pretend one did not notice.


Gato cut across one of the training fields, wincing in dismay at the craters and torn-up grass.  Most of the maintenance crews and groundskeepers were hard at work repairing the damage.  They had not even bothered to start rebuilding the northeast guard tower; which even at the best of times tended to get blown up by accident by trainees at the target range.  This was NOT the best of times, and after rebuilding the tower for the sixth time in a month, the Defenders had just given up and put down extra automated turrets in the northeast sector to make up for the hole in their security.


Gato found her way to the Defenders barracks, the slightly more luxurious quarters set aside specifically for those who were actual Brand-carrying qualified Defenders.  “Luxurious” was a relative term.  It meant that the Defenders all had their individual rooms and furnishings, and weren’t packed into bunk beds like sardines in a can the way the recruits, on-site security teams, and other essential staff were.


A scanner at the door accessed her ID Brand, and the door hissed open to let her inside.  She walked through the halls, finding her way to the wing of the building where the newest Defenders tended to be housed.  She glanced at the nametags by the doors until she found the one she was looking for.

She knocked on the door, “shave and a haircut.”  She added the “Two bits” a few moments later.  It only took a second after that for the door to hiss open.


        “Gato!  I wasn’t expecting a visit tonight,” Wizard said, smiling beneath the brim of his cape.  Gato grinned and stepped inside his room, sauntering forward.


        “Really?  You come back after two years away and you don’t expect a visit from your best friend and former combat partner?  You don’t expect to catch up on everything we’ve missed outside of the occasional vid-communication?  You don’t expect to relive good times?” Gato asked, her long tail swishing back and forth as she sat down on his bed.


        “...Probably should have, but no?” Wizard admitted, a sweatdrop rolling down the side of his face.


        “C’mon, you,” Gato purred, taking his gloved hand and pulling him to sit on the bed beside her.  She leaned against him, rubbing her cheek back and forth against his arm.  She grinned up at him as she added, “Hey, look how much I’ve grown!  I’m almost up to your bicep!” 


        “You certainly have.  You’ve grown more beautiful too,” Wizard said, smiling gently.


        “Hey, I’ve got three boyfriends to keep me busy.  I don’t need you too,” Gato teased, giggling.


        Wizard rolled his eyes and chuckled, “So noted.  And this late at night, shouldn’t you be with ‘em?” 


        “Guys’ night out.  I think they’re at some strip joint in File City,” Gato said, rolling her eyes, “Gazi apparently knows how to find the places where they do all the stuff you’re normally not allowed to do.  And Agu and Gabu are babysitting Meicoo and BG for the night.”


“...How do you even DO a strip joint when most Digimon don’t wear clothes?” Wizard asked, confused.


“I sincerely do my best to never find out, honestly,” Gato sighed, “Pal’s tried to drag me to one too, but…”


“So she hasn’t changed much either?” Wizard asked, smirking.


“She wouldn’t change if the apocalypse happened.  Which it did.  Multiple times,” Gato said, snickering.


“I am well aware.  I wish I’d been able to help you against Arkadimon, but… I was off on the eastern flank of the fight, and I couldn’t break free of the hordes…” Wizard sighed.


“It’s… it’s fine.  I understand, and…  I had BG to…” Gato trailed off.  She was silent for a moment, a sudden and bitter wave of grief washing over her.  She blinked back tears, biting her lip.  She felt Wizard’s hand on her back, stroking her spine gently.  It was a familiar comfort, something he’d done for her since she was a child, petting her like the feline she was.  He was one of the few people she ever let touch her like that.


“Sorry, I just… wish you’d had a chance to meet her,” Gato said softly, “She was an amazing person, and it still… catches me off guard now and then that she’s gone.”


“So I’ve heard,” Wizard said softly, “I mean, I’ve read your letters.”


“Yeah.  I mean, she was only part of my life for… what, eight months total?  And three of that, she was my enemy.  But…  It surprises me how big a part of my life she became,” Gato said softly, using her glove to wipe away her tears.


“...For what it’s worth, your new little sister is adorable.  And I can see why you called her special,” Wizard said softly.


“Heh, yeah.  She’s a cutie all right.  Spitting image of her previous self, but pint-sized,” Gato said, chuckling, “And I hope you’ll be for her what you were for me.”


“I’ll do my best,” Wizard promised, patting Gato’s hand gently.  


For a minute, the two leaned against each other, sharing amicable silence, simply enjoying being back in each other’s presence.  Gato had missed him deeply in the two years of his absence, and periodic emails and video calls were no substitute for his physical presence.


******


        After a few minutes of affectionate cuddling, during which Gato found herself purring loudly, Gato remembered one of her ulterior motives for coming to visit Wizard.  Her penis, still hanging flaccid over her vulva, had given a pronounced twitch as Wizard’s fingers found a sensitive spot right above the base of her tail.


        Grinning, Gato turned over in his grip and crawled up.  Wizard blinked in surprise at her sudden movement.


        “Yow!  Whoa!  Hey!  What’re you doin’?” Wizard yelped as Gato’s claws swiped at the skull-shaped brooch of his cape, deftly flicking the clasp open and causing it to fall from his shoulders.  The feline answered with a grin, shoving his chest and forcing him onto his back.


        “My boys are in town.  My little sisters are busy with their ‘Uncle Agu and Uncle Gabu.’  Pal is at some sorta diplomatic conference.  I’m in the throes of puberty and my hormones are RAGING.  And it’s been two years since I’ve seen you,” Gato growled, her voice a low rumble as she stared up into Wizard’s exposed face.  The gray-skinned boy blushed, brushing a lock of orange hair out of his face.


        “...This is the real reason you came in, isn’t it?” Wizard asked suspiciously, as Gato began pulling down the zipper on his suit, exposing his strong gray chest and stomach.  His entire body was marked with random lines of stitches as if he were a ragdoll that someone had repaired crudely.  Gato traced a few with her claws, smiling fondly at the sight.


        “No, but I’d be lying if it wasn’t an ulterior motive,” Gato admitted, purring loudly as she tugged the zipper all the way down past his groin.  She grinned as a half-hard rod of swollen gray flesh flopped out to greet her.
        
        “...And from the looks of it, you were waiting for this too, Mr. Half-Mast,” Gato accused playfully.


        “I plead the fifth,” Wizard said, raising a gloved hand and putting one over his chest in a gesture of innocence.


        “Uh-huh,” Gato said, completely unconvinced as she wrapped both of her paws around his phallus, beginning to pump it with both hands.  Gato wasted no time, leaning in to begin to slide her rough feline tongue up the shaft, feeling it pulse against her taste buds.  Wizard moaned softly, closing his eyes and leaning back against the headboard.


        “...Okay, I missed you more than I thought…  The girls at Cloud were nice and all, but NONE of them had your tongue,” he grunted, his penis swelling rapidly with her touch.


        “I’ve been playin’ with this since I was six years old.  I know it better than my own,” Gato chuckled, cupping his heavy, hairless gray balls, squeezing them as her tail swayed.


        “...Better than your… own?” Wizard asked, puzzled.


        “...Oh, right.  You haven’t seen my new ‘addition’ yet,” Gato sighed, burying her face in her large gloved palms, “Okay, let’s just get this right out of the way.”


        Gato leaned back away from him, sitting back on her haunches and exposing her hips to Wizard.  His green eyes widened in surprise as he laid eyes upon the feline’s penis.  It was standing proud from her hips at its full eleven inch length, pulsing hard.  Fully extended from her sheath, the length was straight and thick.  The foreskin was taut around the swollen helmet, a steady dribble of clear liquid oozing from her tip.  The tip just about reached the bottom of her chest as she sat there.


        “I thought you were keeping up with what’s going on with me?  This happened like… a month after you left,” Gato said, narrowing her eyes.


        “I… was!  I mean… but… knowing the facts isn’t the same as seeing it with your… own eyes!” stammered Wizard defensively, holding up his hands. 


        “I mean… It’s not like I wanted it, but…  Goma and Tento tried everything they could, but it’s permanent.  I’m stuck with it.  It’s even bigger now than it was when I got it…” Gato sighed dejectedly, “I mean, I don’t mind it that much anymore… but… it’s so-- MRRREYOW!!!”


        Gato’s sentence was cut off by Wizard suddenly opening his mouth wide, the stitches stretching as he dove forward.  Gato’s penis slipped between his lips, plunging deep into his throat.  Wizard huffed through his nose, bobbing his head up and down upon the swollen kitty-shaft.  The head of her cock bumped the back of his throat, curving past it, even as he took her inches deeper.  Soon, his lips pressed flat against her sheath, even as he swallowed around it.


        “Wow-wow-wowee-wah-wahhhh!” Gato whimpered, her eyes rolled up in her head, her limbs flailing around of their own accord.  Her penis pulsed and twitched in his throat, a spray of clear pre splashing against his tongue.  Wizard gulped it down, giving another huff through his nostrils, before pulling back off of her shaft..  His tongue flicked and swirled around the head of Gato’s shaft, slipping under her foreskin.  He used his lips to peel the thick hood down and expose her tip, before letting the head pop free of his lips.


“Good GENNAI, Wizard, where in the Nine Digital Hells didja learn THAT?!” Gato panted heavily, clutching her chest as her penis drooled onto her stomach.  Wizard coughed into the back of his hand, holding up a finger to hold off the question for a moment.


“Before… *COUGH!*  Before I was your partner, I was a support unit in the field with Agu and Gabu.  Where’d you THINK I learned it?” Wizard asked, giving a lopsided grin, “But you never HAD one to demonstrate that on.” 


        “Now I wish I HAD had one, so that you could have done that all the time!” Gato gasped, wiping sweat from her forehead.  Wizard smirked, wrapping his hand around her penis, pumping it slowly up and down.


        “I admit, not used to seeing one attached to a girl who didn’t have one the last time I saw her, but… It suits you, honestly,” Wizard said affectionately, scritching her stomach with his free hand.


        “...You ALMOST made that sound like it was a compliment,” Gato chuckled, “Now c’mere. I wasn’t done with you.”


Gato swatted his hands away and turned her attention back to Wizardmon’s quickly-swelling penis.  It was grey, like the rest of his skin.  It had no sheath, hanging straight from his hips.  He had no public hair at all, his shaft and sack completely smooth. A line of crossed stitches ran up either side of his penis, melding seamlessly into his flesh like the other stitches on his body. Another line of stitches ran down the centerline of his scrotum.  The head of his penis was a deep purple color, almost hidden under a thick foreskin.


“Just how you remember it?” Wizard asked lightly.


“...Is it a bit longer?” Gato asked suspiciously, “You've got fourteen stitches, and I remember you only had twelve.”


“...You know, you protest that you're nowhere as much of a pervert as Pal, but then you memorize details like that,” Wizard sighed, “Yes, it's a little bigger.  You weren't the only one Succubimon worked over.  She kidnapped Defenders from around the world.”


“How did I miss you during all of that?!” Gato asked, peeling the foreskin back slowly,  making Wizard moan.


“I was one of several thousand people there, and I was a mindless slave who didn't recognize you.  I think we missed each other pretty easily.  I mean, I got EDT’d back to Cloud HQ before I ever woke up from the Black Collar,” Wizard explained. 


“At least you only gained an inch or two.  Vee has two now, y’know,” Gato said conversationally as she worked his flesh to full stiffness, “and FOUR balls!  No idea how he can walk while aroused!”


“Hey, I had six testicles when I was a Virus zombie… not that I remember much of it,” Wizard chuckled, “and I wish I’d been here to see you as Gatomon X.”


“Oh, Gennai! Don't remind me of that!  I looked ridiculous.  The ridiculous claws, the Holy Hula Hoop, that tattoo on my forehead!” Gato exclaimed, shaking her head fast enough to make her tasseled ears flop about.


“I saw the reports and security footage, Gato.  You were a striking, beautiful, exotic figure,” Wizard said reassuringly.  Gato stopped shaking her head and fixed a playful glare upon him, leaning in to flick her tongue across his tip.


“You SURE you're not tryin’ to become another boyfriend?   Because you're sayin’ all the right things, mister,” she accused.


“I love you dearly, Gato, but I'm afraid those feelings, as ever, remain entirely platonic.  Alas!  I fear that despite my romantic heart, I have yet to find the one to share my soul with.  Love is not in my future, to my everlasting woe!” sighed Wizard theatrically with a Shakespearean lilt to his voice.  Gato punched him in the shoulder, chuckling.  He winced in pain, rubbing the spot.


“Uhhh-huh.  I’m sure ALL the girls, guys, and futas in Cloud HQ were SWOONING over mysterious, shadowy Wizard with his cape and bishonen hair,” Gato snickered playfully, wrapping both hands around Wizard’s shaft as she pumped it up and down, “If they only knew that in reality, he’s the shyest guy in the world and is too afraid to talk to girls he likes!” 


“I’m not that bad,” Wizard complained, gasping as Gato trailed one of her claws over the head.  By now, his penis stood proud from his hips at its full length, swollen and twitching powerfully.  Gato appraised it curiously, sliding her clawtip from the base of his shaft all the way up to the dribbling slit of the purple head.


“...A solid fifteen inches, am I right?” Gato asked, grinning.


“And a half, yes.  Not that my old penis was anything to sneeze at before Succubimon got to it,” Wizard sighed, gently reaching up to rub his fingers through Gato’s head fur.  Gato grinned and leaned in, sliding her rough tongue over the violet glans.  Wizard groaned in pleasure as her rough tongue rasped his flesh, stimulating the sensitive skin.


“Mmm.  Still tastes the same,” she purred, before taking his head into her mouth.  Wizard gently rested a gloved palm on the back of her head, scratching behind her right ear.  Gato purred softly, her voice sending vibrations down his shaft, making him shudder in delight.


“Okay, now do the trick!” Gato said, giggling.  Her expression was kittenish, wide-eyed and playful, as she pumped his flesh with both paws.


“Ah, Gato, do I have to?  I was just enjoying-...” Wizard sighed.


“Do the trick!” Gato demanded in a kittenish manner, her tail swishing rapidly.


“Fine, fine…. but only because we haven’t seen each other in two years,” Wizard grumbled, resigned.  Gato cheered playfully, crawling back and sitting on her haunches before him.  She leaned back, bracing her paws on the mattress, her cock sticking up and pulsing eagerly.  Precum was oozing from her tip, over her hood and down the underside of her member.  It was that sight that made Wizard acquiesce to her demand, his own cock giving a violent, eager twitch.


        He may have felt no romantic feelings towards Gato at all, his friendship with her entirely platonic; but that did not mean that he was not incredibly attracted to the little feline in a sexual manner.


Wizard gripped his penis with both hands, the length of it so great that both of his hands were able to fit comfortable around it with multiple inches of extra shaft to spare.  His girth was wide enough that he could not properly close his fingers around the shaft, the tip of his index finger and tip of his thumb almost a full inch apart.


He did not pump his erection.  Instead, he merely held it, feeling it pulsate in his grip.  The elf-like Digimon closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as he concentrated.  Accessing a subroutine in his program and clenching his pelvic muscles, he moaned.


Gato watched eagerly as Wizard’s penis pulsed and throbbed harder; actually visibly expanding and contracting with each beat of his heart.  She licked her lips, watching as Wizard’s penis suddenly gave a violent lurch.  His heavy balls tightened to his shaft.


Without a single stroke of his penis, Wizard ejaculated.  Hot, sticky fluid blasted from the foreskin-covered tip of his penis, striking Gato’s chest and splattering across her pristine white fur with surprising force.  His cum wasn’t white; instead it was a deep midnight-blue spotted with glowing flecks of white.  The liquid resembled the night sky and stars.  The second eruption was nearly twice the size of the first, striking Gato’s forehead and splashing into her bangs.  The feline reveled in it, moaning happily as she leaned back, presenting an enticing target for Wizard.  Her paws smeared the liquid into her fur, staining her perfect white fur blue.


Wizard grunted and moaned, aiming his cock like a fire-hose, systematically blasting Gato’s body as if attempting to douse her flames of lust with his semen.  It had the opposite effect, only seeming to heighten her desire and arousal.  He aimed his penis at hers, drenching the long pink shaft with dark blue goo, dripping down over her fuzzy vulva.


Gato took the opportunity, gripping her cock, using his cum as lubrication to begin masturbating eagerly for him. Wizard shivered, his balls feeling like lead weights and his penis like an iron bar with arousal at the sight.  It was the same sensation he always felt watching the younger girl writhe in pleasure, drenched in his fluids.


With effort, he unclenched his pelvic muscles and deactivated the subroutine.  As quickly as a faucet turning off, his orgasm instantly ending in a sticky wet dribble onto his sheets.  He panted and sighed, finally taking a moment to stroke his penis.  His foreskin peeled back from the head of his penis, exposing the deep purple knob before he rolled the grey hood back up over his tip.  He did it a couple of times, milking his shaft.


“That was AWESOME!!!” Gato giggled, sounding more like the child Wizard had befriended and cared for than the young lady sitting in front of him.


“Glad you liked it,” Wizard replied, smiling as he reached out to wrap a hand around Gato’s cock, smearing his own starry semen into her flesh.  She moaned softly, arching her back to press her erection into his palm.


“I wish I could do that,” she sighed, gasping as he toyed with her foreskin, pinching it and teasing it with a fingertip.


“Special ability of the Wizardmon species: orgasm control,” Wizard said lazily, enjoying the wet squish of his semen as it pooled in Gato’s foreskin when he pushed it up.


“That and being super bishonen and mysterious, which attracts all the ladies and fellas,” Gato teased, “At least the ones who are into that kinda thing.”


“That’s more due to my clothes than any sexual attribute,” Wizard replied, blushing a little.  Gato poked where his nose would be with a claw-tip, smiling.


“Trust me, Wiz?  It might be the clothes and piercing eyes and mysterious demeanor that gets them onto you in the first place?  And it might be the ability to spurt whenever you want that gets ‘em to come back?  But it’s your kind heart, warm soul, and bright mind that’ll keep ‘em forever,” Gato said earnestly, “...When you find the right one.”


Wizard’s blush turned his entire face pink.  He leaned in, kissing Gato, their tongues interplaying.  She flicked her tongue across the stitches over his mouth, making them twang like a rubber-band being plucked.  He winced and shook his head.


“Gah, don’t do that.  Makes my lips tickle,” he shivered.  He rubbed his mouth with his forearm, trying to rub away the sensation. Gato giggled mischievously.


“Okay, I’ve waited long enough, Wiz.  I need it now,” Gato huffed, pushing him back onto his back, his cock sticking straight up towards the ceiling.


She was not exaggerating.  Her vulva was sopping wet, her honey dripping down her inner thighs in little clear rivers.  Her hips were thrusting a little on their own, little jerky and involuntary stabs forward.  Precum slung from the tip of her penis in messy, syrupy strands that splashed onto his chest, pooling there.


“I can see that… Go ahead,” Wizard huffed.  Gato wasted no time in taking his invitation.  She lifted herself up, gripping his cock under her and guiding it to her vulva.  Taking a moment to rub herself back and forth against the fat, swollen tip, her juices dribbling down his flesh; she slowly began to lower herself onto it.


        His head pushed into her petals, spreading her wide as it entered.  She mewled in ecstasy, her body trembling with first discomfort, then pleasure as she got used to the elf-like Digimon’s girth.  Wizard groaned, his eyes rolling up in his head, his hands gripping the sheets.


Gato’s eyes went wide as she sank down upon Wizard’s cock, his penis slipping in between her thighs and inch by inch into her small, fuzzy cunny.  She panted through her nose, working her way down.


“Ahh… T-Tight! H-Hot! W-Wet!” Wizard moaned and shivered.


“N-Next time… Nnnf! Next t-time, *I* get to be… Nnng!  I-inside you!” Gato huffed.


“D-Deal,” Wizard agreed, “J-Just don’t h-hurt yourself!”


After a few moments, Gato stopped, panting for breath.  She looked down between her legs.  Several inches of Wizard’s cock still remained, but she could fit no more inside her wet, grasping tunnel.  His head bumped against her cervix, preventing even another quarter-inch to fit inside.


“...Y’know, I thought now that I’m bigger that I could take more of you…” Gato sighed, disappointed.


“...You do realize I’M bigger too, right?  You DID take more of me than you used to,” Wizard replied, a wry smirk quirking the corner of his mouth.  He gently reached down, cupping her buttocks and helping to support her.  Gato’s smile widened as she rested her paws on his chest gently, careful to keep her claws retracted.


“You’re always so considerate,” she purred, “Seriously, once things calm down, I am FORCING you to get on the dating scene.”


“Yeah, yeah,” sighed Wizard, “Can I focus on the cute kitten I’m currently inside now, though?  You little nag.”


Gato rolled her blue eyes and sighed, beginning to pump her hips against him.  Both feline and elf moaned as his shaft slid smoothly in and out of her, her warm tight grip squeezing around him.   He helped lift and lower her slight weight, holding her hips as she squatted down onto his shaft.  Inches of hot, hard flesh slid in and out of her.


She moaned softly, pleasure radiating through her petite form.  Gato’s cock pulsed, more precum bubbling from her tip and dribbling onto his chest.  Her paws smeared it against his skin.  He smiled at her, slowly gyrating his hips.


The feline and the magician did not say another word.  Outside of moans and grunts of pleasure, they did not need to say anything.  The two merely enjoyed a comfortable silence, the kind that the best of friends can share.  Gato rode Wizard’s hips, her own rolling against his in time.   Years of experience with each other meant that they both knew exactly what the other wanted and needed, and how to give it to each other.


This was why it did not take long for Gato to begin to tense from the tips of her ears all the way down to her curled toes.  Her inner muscles began working in rhythm, milking Wizard’s shaft.   He smiled, knowing that she was mere moments from teetering over the edge.  He knew just how to give her that tiny push.


        His paw found the base of her tail and caressed, sliding up and down.  The spot was a particularly sensitive erogenous zone for the kitten. 


Her reaction was predictable.  He grinned as she gave a yowl of ecstasy, arching her back.  Gato’s penis twitched violently, beginning to fire streamers of milky white liquid into the air.  Her hips thrust down, burying as much of Wizard’s cock inside her as she could, her tunnel quivering around him.  She writhed on top of him, her face contorted with ecstasy as her orgasm raged.  Her body shook with each mighty spurt of spunk, splashing over the headboard of the bed and drenching the wall behind.


Wizard sighed. It was going to be an ordeal to move furniture to clean THAT mess up.  He’d have Gato lift the bed once they were done so that he could mop up.


Despite Gato writhing in ecstasy, Wizard was not near his own climax yet.  He was well on his way, for certain, as his pre flowed freely and his heavy balls churned with need.  But it would still be a while before he was ready to let loose.


Luckily for Wizard, that was little concern.  He could hold off an orgasm as long as he wanted, or conversely, trigger one without a hint of stimulation.  It took no effort to match his own orgasm to his partner’s.  


He groaned in purest pleasure as he triggered his climax early, his hairless sack tightening up to the base of his penis.  He buried himself as deep as he could go inside the little kitten and tensed from head to toe.  He could feel the burning ache of orgasm rush from deep inside his groin up his cock, then explode in a surge of pleasure and gooey, sticky fluid.


Gato’s yowl of pleasure pitched up an octave, turning into a high squeal of delight.  She moaned as she felt the spurts of hot, gooey spunk flooding her womb.  She pressed herself to Wizard, crying out as her cock convulsed, splattering his chin with shots of glowing semen.  Ever considerate, Wizard reached up to grip her penis, pumping it in time with her ejaculations.


“You’re adorable when you cum, you know that?” Wizard asked, grinning.  His hips slid back and forth with a loud squelch, his semen pouring back out of Gato and coating his own pelvis in a messy starlit glaze.  The dark blue fluid ran down, drenching and staining his sheets, pooling on the mattress.

“Nnnf…  Ahhnnn!!!  You… know I HATE that, r-right?” Gato growled, her pleasured expression contorting with annoyance.


“Just because you hate being treated as cute doesn’t make it any less true,” Wizard said with a smirk, pressing his palm over the head of Gato’s cock.  Gato moaned and shuddered, her penis jerking as her spunk bubbled out against his palm, dripping down over her own shaft. 


“C-Cute and small and weak and look like a Rookie,” grumbled the feline, panting.  Wizard was driving her crazy, both with his words and with the languid, long strokes of his cock.  He used the entire length of it, sliding in and out with each burst of cum that fired into her depths.  Her clitoris slid against it, the hard little pearl stimulated to the point that Gato almost could not bear it.  The stitches on the sides of his pulsing erection rubbed against her inner walls.


“Someday, y-you’re going to have to get over that complex, y’know,” Wizard sighed, having heard this rant quite regularly, “Yes, you’re a small-type Champion.  I am too. But do you really WANT to be something like a Greymon, where you c-can’t even fit in a building?”


“I’d l-like to not be mistaken for s-something less dangerous than I-I am,” Gato growled, “I’ll g-get over my complex when p-people stop treating m-me like a little harmless k-kitten just because I-I’m small and fuzzy.”


“No one would EVER mistake y-you for not being dangerous,” Wizard said, smiling as he pulled Gato close, moaning as a particularly powerful spurt of spunk flooded her little womb.  Her stomach was starting to bulge outward with the sheer amount.  She shivered and huffed, her own penis twitching up and down as it continued to pump her own semen, splashing into Wizard’s hair.


He opened his mouth, letting her next spurt fill it.  There was so much of it that most of it ran down his chin, spilling onto his chest.  He gave a large gulp, his eyes watering.


“You taste delicious, Gato,” he huffed, his voice raspy.  Gato’s cheeks turned pink at the compliment, but she leaned down and nuzzled into his neck.


For a while, the two rode out their waning climaxes.  It was a slow, gradual comedown, taking several minutes.  Wizard carefully matched his own orgasm to hers, slowly winding down at the same rate she did, until both of them sagged together.  Overheated, sweaty, muscles aching slightly, loins overstimulated, and bodies trembling; they laid together for minutes or hours.  It did not matter much to either of them.


“Missed you, Wiz,” murmured Gato sleepily, her loud purring filling the room, segueing into soft snoring.


“Yeah, I missed you too,” Wizard sighed, gently stroking her back.  He slowly fell asleep too, still buried within her, her warm, fuzzy weight on top of him.  




******


The next day, Gato was in something that almost resembled a good mood.  Sure, the entire Defenders base was falling apart at the seams, accelerated by thousands of idiot recruits wrecking the place; but her best friend was back after two years.  That put a spring in her step and a wag in her tail, even if her face was locked in a scowl of irritation.

Gato sauntered into the Command Center, which (unlike the rest of the Defenders HQ) was relatively quiet and operating with its usual efficiency.  The feline stopped for a moment to savor the comparative calm of the Center.  The operations staff was bustling from station to station, ferrying reports and requests from one place to another.  The monitors showed a map of the Digital World, with colored lights pinpointing various conflicts or emergencies and their type or severity.  It was with relief and satisfaction that Gato noted that there were no major disasters requiring their attention, and everything seemed to be the usual crimes, accidents, and assorted daily chaos that Defenders usually left to local authorities to deal with.

Gato smiled to see Goma standing in the center of the room as always, his paws a flurry of movement as he typed in four different holowindows at the same time.  He was holding at least five different conversations at once, directing forces in the field and providing tactical data; while also dealing with people in the room.  The red-headed, white-furred seal, despite the sheer amount of work he was doing, seemed calm and in his element.  


Gato could not help but admire Goma. The other Defenders may have nominated her as their “unofficial leader,” but the truth was that it was Goma who did most of the important work.  He was a genius tactician, a master at data retrieval and organization, and so much more.  He was the one the entire headquarters trusted more than anyone to get the right people to the right place at the right time to make a difference…


Hence why Gato was there in the first place.  She waited at the side for a lull in the action where she could get his attention without distracting him from his work.  He glanced over at her, clearly taking note of her, and with a jerk of his head, invited her to approach.


“Hey, Goma.  Everything going okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, despite what it looks like, things are actually pretty routine.  Guil and Rena are busting that illegal “Nigerian Prince” spam email ring as we speak.  The humans, of course, will never know to give us thanks for decreasing the crap in their inboxes…” Goma sighed wistfully, “And Biyo’s been sent to assassinate that so-called “Server Warlord” Etemon, who thinks that he can carve out a bit of the continent to run a--…”

He trailed off in midsentence, holding up a finger to pause the conversation.  Gato could hear a loud “bang” even from where she stood, emitting from the earpieces of Goma’s headset.

“...annnnd that job’s done.  Biyo, confirm kill?” 

Biyo’s voice came back tinny and faint, and even Gato’s hypersensitive ears could not pick up what she was saying into Goma’s ear.

“...Really?  I’ll have to watch the instant replay on that shot.  Might be one of your all-time best,” Goma replied to her, grinning, “Pack up your rifle and get back to the nearest Data Transfer, and I’ll have you brought home.”

He turned his attention back to Gato and elaborated, “Two-and-a-half miles, 40 MPH crosswinds, violent updrafts and downdrafts, thunderstorm conditions, through a 1-foot-wide window that had bulletproof glass.  Headshot right between the eyes.”

“...Seriously, if you didn’t know how hideously deadly that girl was, you’d think she was the sweetest ball of fluff and feathers you’d ever met,” Gato said, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Glad she’s on our side, indeed.  We’d all be dead and never see it coming, otherwise,” Goma agreed gravely.  


“Annnnyway, you said you had a mission?” Gato asked, “Please give it to me.  Please.  Anything to get me out of this base and all of the awful awful newbies before I kill someone?”

“Okay, okay, I get the picture,” Goma said, chuckling, “And I have just the thing.  There have been reports from the Cache Peninsula, that some Digimon is on a rampage, wrecking a shopping mall.  Local cops can’t handle it, called for Defender back-up.”

“Profile on the perp?” Gato asked, frowning.

“No recognizable Digimon species we’ve been able to identify, which doesn’t mean much; new Digimon species appear all the time, after all,” Goma said, “Estimated to be a strong Champion or weak Ultimate.  No casualties, doesn’t seem to be trying to hurt anyone, but it’s still wrecking the place.  Priority medium-low.”

“Okay, I’ll take it,” Gato said, nodding.  She cracked her knuckles eagerly, rolling her neck as she anticipated taking out some aggression on the unknown Digimon.  A medium-low priority mission was pretty much a cakewalk.  Something that needed to be dealt with, but was not an immediate life-threatening emergency or disaster.


“I’d suggest taking a team, but…” Goma sighed, pulling up a roster of the Defenders currently stationed at the File Island HQ, “I… don’t actually think we HAVE anyone available.  Everyone else is out on sorties, busy training the recruits, or other assorted duties.  Pal’s still out of town until tomorrow on her diplomatic mission.  And while I’m sure Biyo would come in a heartbeat if you asked her…  I’d ask you NOT to ask her.”

“How long has she been on duty?” Gato asked, already anticipating the answer.

“Nearing 45 hours, with three different missions under her belt.  Let the poor girl get some sleep,” Goma said.

“Agreed.  No biggie.  I can handle this solo.  Though…” she paused thoughtfully, “Maybe we should authorize Digivolution in advance, JUST in case.”

“Sure,” Goma agreed, tapping a few sparks on the back of his Brand.  Gato’s Brand changed color, shifting from its usual white to a bright, shimmering red.  She tapped the same sparks, and it turned a cool, steady blue.

“Digivolution authorized.  I’ll head to the Data Transfer immediately,” Gato said, already turning to jog out of the Command Center.  There was no reason to take an EDT,  which was a direct site-to-site transfer.  For something low priority, she could transport to the nearest fixed facility and make her way on foot or by vehicle.


Gato grinned.  She could not wait to have a chance to get some adventure and action.


******

The six members of the Rookie Squad sat at one of the mess hall benches, picking at the food on their trays, each taking furtive glances at the others.  Their silence hung heavy, like an oppressive blanket.


“...So…  We… gonna try to figure this out, or are we just gonna sit here and wait to get washed out?” asked Flame after a moment.


“What’s there to say?” Strabi growled, “I gave my reason, he didn’t like it.”


“You’ve GOT to have a better reason for wanting to be a Defender than beating up bad guys,” Flame growled exasperatedly.

“My fist, their faces. Legally.  What other reason do I need?” Strabi asked.  Flame buried his face in his palms, growling in frustration.

“Well… I mean… That’s… not ALL Defenders do,” Meicoo said, drawing their attention and breaking the tension, “I’ve lived with them for the last year or more, and there’s… a lot more to it.”

“Like what?” asked Heriss, her eyes glittering with curiosity.

“Well, like you said, they save people.  Not just from bad guys, but from natural disasters, or accidents…” Meicoo explained, “They even have diplomats and stuff to negotiate peace treaties.”


“Booooring…” Cute whined, her chubby cheeks pushed out of shape as she rested her head in her palms, elbows on the table.

“Do you WANT wars between Continents?” asked Strabi, frowning at Cute.


“N-... No?” Cute said, seemingly startled by the question, as if she never thought about it.


“We all saw how bad the Arkadimon War was…  And I don’t ever wanna see anything that bad again,” Flame said softly.  There was a moment of silence as the six children contemplated the horrors they had survived a year ago.


“M-Mebbe dat’s part what Mr. Wizardmon wants us to think about?” suggested BlackGato, surprising everyone as they looked to her.  She balked at the attention, blushing and looking down at her lap.


“What do you mean, BG?” asked Flame encouragingly, “We’re listening.”

“Well… I mean… I…  Defenders are s’posed ta protect people an’ save people, but… what if they didn’t hafta protect people or save ‘em… because they made sure nothin’ bad happened to begin with?” BlackGato asked haltingly, trying to find words for the thoughts in her young head.


The others looked at each other, stunned by the realization.  It was something that none of them had ever thought of before, yet it was the youngest of them that had come to it first.


“BG, you’re a genius,” Heriss said, grinning.  The little black kitten’s eyes went wide at the praise.  Meicoo grinned and hugged her little sister, kissing her cheek.


“That she most definitely is,” agreed Meicoo.


“If we’re gonna convince Wizardmon not to kick us out, we’re gonna need to refine that a bit,” Flame said thoughtfully, “Cute, any ideas?”

“...Huh, wha?” Cute blinked, “Yeah, I have an idea.  I think those tattoos you’ve got go allllllll the way down, and I wanna see ‘em.”


Flame’s face turned bright red as steam quite literally wafted off his body.  BlackGato averted her eyes, turning away as she blushed deeply as well.  Meicoo raised an eyebrow curiously at her little sister’s odd behavior.  The lion-boy stammered incoherently, before Strabi interrupted with an annoyed growl,


“Were you even LISTENING?” he demanded, glaring at her.

“Nope,” Cute said flatly, “I got distracted by that bulge in Flame’s pants and was comparing it to yours.”


This time, it was Strabi’s turn to cough and splutter, his cheeks turning red.  Heriss giggled and made no attempt to hide the fact that she was now doing much the same, using her palms to estimate sizes.  


Meicoo sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing.  Privately, she could not imagine their group ever passing muster with Wizardmon...




*******


The mall was nearly in ruins by the time Gato got there.  She winced, wishing she had shown up sooner.  It was to be expected that Defenders had a worse response time to emergencies in general; unless something big was going on, the local authorities were generally expected to handle situations.  They had to specifically call in a request for a Defender or team of Defenders to back them up.  


The mall was emptied, everyone inside long evacuated as the police formed a perimeter.  They had been delighted to see Gato when she had shown up and shown off her ID Brand.  Gato ground her teeth and had to work extremely hard to restrain her temper when the officers had recognized her as THE Gatomon, the savior of all Digimon-kind.  She had managed to keep her annoyance and anger under control long enough to get a summary of the situation, before she stormed inside through the front door, ready to take out her aggressions on the rampaging mystery Digimon.


Long story short, according to the officers; a strange Digimon had shown up in the mall, and started to wreck the place with its attacks. It was being strangely careful to only cause property damage, and avoid actually hurting anyone; but it also had managed to drive off the local law enforcement who had shown up to stop it.  That was when they made the call for a Defender.

From the sound of it, the perpetrator was wrecking the food court.  Gato jogged along the linoleum floors of the mall, vaulting over overturned kiosks and skipping the escalators entirely by simply leaping straight up onto the second floor.  


Gato smirked to herself a little.  There was a reason she had qualified as a “high-mobility ground scout.”  Among her many proficiencies were mastery of free-running (and its more flashy and show-offy variety, parkour), and three-dimensional traversal.  She could get into nearly any location and out of any location with lightning speed and efficiency.


She found the enemy Digimon quickly and frowned.  It was a machine or cyborg-type at first glance, its entire body made of black plastic, white ceramic and metal, and silver steel.  Its body was strange; it had no legs, and instead stood on a bunch of long steel tendrils.  It had a “skirt,” a pair of combination jet-boosters/energy cannons on its hips.  It had no hands, instead more steel tendrils.  Its right side ended in a large, boxy rifle.  One of the left tendrils appeared to be a ray gun of some sort.  Its head was a strange, distended oblong shape, with large almond-shaped lenses.  It was smaller than she expected, only about eight feet tall.  It looked like an alien turned into a robot.


A chill ran down Gato’s spine, her fur standing on end.  She felt like she had seen something like this Digimon before.  It was a strange sense of deja vu, because after wracking her memory, she was certain she’d never encountered this particular species before, or anything resembling it.


Again, this was nothing unusual.  New Digimon species were discovered on a nearly monthly basis.  It WAS unusual for one to be rampaging in the middle of a shopping mall.


“HEY!  Put your… uh… tentacles up, drop your weapons if you can, and get against the wall!” Gato shouted at it, slowing to a cautious pace, holding up her Defender’s Brand on the back of her left hand so it could see.


“I’m a Defender.  That means I know a nearly infinite number of ways to make you regret what you’re doing right now.  Surrender peacefully, and we can have a discussion about what this is all about,” Gato said, circling around the alien-like Digimon.  It stopped in the middle of destroying a MacDougal’s, sending fries flying everywhere and turned to regard her.


“Scanning.  Defender Gatomon.  Filename: G470.m0n, program serial number 7539495,” whirred the strange Digimon, “Primary target confirmed.”


“Wait, what?” Gato frowned, instantly slipping into a fighting crouch.  Her instincts were screaming alarm bells.  This Digimon had been waiting for her?  Her SPECIFICALLY?  It even knew her specific, unique filename?  Something was horrifically wrong.


After the Arkadimon debacle, Gato was no longer willing to ignore her instincts when they told her that she was in danger.  Her paw darted towards her Brand, ready to hit the distress signal, to call for emergency backup.


“Distress jamming initiated,” the strange Digimon announced, as a hiss of white noise erupted from speakers on its body.  Gato still hit the spark on her Brand anyway, trying to initiate the distress call.  Sure enough, her Brand gave a feeble “beep” and flickered strangely.   


“What in the Nine Digital Hells?  What are you?” Gato growled, baring her claws defensively.  She had the sinking feeling that she had not just fallen into a trap, but actively blundered headfirst into it.


“Designation: Ebemon.  Primary purpose: Capture and conversion of Defenders,” the strange robotic Digimon stated.

“...Man, it must suck to have a purpose you’ll never fulfill,” Gato growled, “Because I hate to inform you that ‘capturing’ me isn’t something you can do.”


“Ebemon has been custom designed to specific parameters,” it stated, “Defender Gatomon will be captured and converted.  Probability of success… 97.32%.”


“Ebemon needs to stop referring to itself in the third person, or Gatomon is going to take great pleasure in tearing out its voicebox,” Gato growled.


“Humor detected.  False bravado intended to compensate for fear.  Ignoring humor,” Ebemon stated flatly, its voice nasal and electronic.  


“Okay, I’m done with this,” Gato snarled.  She kicked off the ground, leaping at the larger Digimon.  It reacted violently, lashing many of its steel tentacles in her direction.  She bobbed and weaved, using one tendril as a springboard to leap into the air.  She lashed out, her claws scraping across its forehead.


She was rewarded with a lash to her stomach, the blow feeling like she’d been struck by a steel pipe. It sent her sprawling to the floor.


“Ebemon armor has been custom designed to be highly resistant to physical damage,” the robotic Digimon reported.  Indeed, Gato’s claws had not even made a scratch in the material.


“Resist this, asshole.  LIGHTNING CLAW!” Gato snarled, leaping forward and vanishing in a blur of white.


She yelped in surprise as she was met by a tangled net of writhing steel.  They struck her hammer blows, knocking her this way and that in a rapid combination.  Gato weakly counted the hits in the back of her head, getting to 17 before she finally managed to block the next hit with her forearms and kick away.


“Lightning Claw, resisted.  Trajectory was anticipated, automated defenses active.  Warning: repeated attempts to attack directly will meet with similar results,” Ebemon stated simply, its voice annoyingly calm and light.


Gato coughed, staggering back to her feet.  She wiped blood off a split lip, and shook her head.  Her ears were ringing.  It was the worst beating she had taken in several months, and they had only been fighting for thirty seconds.


“Okay… If that’s the game you want to play…” Gato snarled, “I came prepared too.”

She leapt away from Ebemon, disengaging from the fight.  It fired its rifle at her, peppering the floor with chipped divots as the projectiles struck.  She bobbed and weaved like a boxer, evading the shots by reading the angle of the rifle to see where it was aiming.  She leapt, tucking and rolling to slip behind an overturned kiosk for cover.


Taking a brief second to catch her breath, she glanced out.  The damage to the floor was too light for bullets.  No scorch marks, so it wasn’t energy pellets.  It had to be shooting some lighter, slower projectile; maybe rubber bullets or taser rounds of some sort?  Gato frowned, pressing her back to the bottom of the overturned cart.  It was providing sufficient cover from whatever the projectiles were, even though it was made of flimsy plywood.  

“Okay, fine.  I’m girl enough to admit when I’m outmatched.  But let’s see how YOU deal with being outmatched,” Gato snarled, lifting her palm to press her hand to her Brand, her index claw flicking several lights in a specific order.


“Gatomon, Digivolve to….” she called, as her Brand turned a shimmering blue, preparing to transform her.  But the light flickered and sparked strangely, then turned back to its normal bland white, shining through the back of her glove.


“What the…?” Gato growled, “GATOMON, DIGIVOLVE TO…”


Again, the Brand seemed to attempt to follow the shouted command, but it gave a few more feeble sparks, and the back of Gato’s hand stung as if it had been slapped by a ruler.  She yelped in pain, shaking it.


“Digivolution dampening successful.  Defender Gatomon will continue to be outmatched,” Ebemon’s voice reported.


“Digivolution DAMPENING?!” Gato gasped, horrified. That was not something that was even theoretically possible, as far as she knew.  She had never heard of anyone even trying to develop that kind of technology; because the only Digimon who could Digivolve at will were the Digidestined and the Defenders.


“Without Digivolution, Defender Gatomon will not be able to defeat Ebemon.  Ebemon is a Mega-level Digimon,” it stated, “Ebemon intentionally suppressed its strength to lower the Defenders’ guard.”


Gato shook her head, her long white hair falling into her face.  This was a lost cause.  She could brawl with the best of them, but she knew her own strength, and this was way out of her league.  Continuing the fight was out of the question.  Her only option was escape.  If she could get out of the mall and out of the jamming and dampening fields, she could call for help or Digivolve.


Taking a deep breath, Gato picked up a pair of sunglasses from the kiosk and chucked them as hard as she could to her left.  She could hear Ebemon’s projectiles peppering it in midair, seeing the lenses shatter and frame twist.  At the same time, she leapt out from cover to the right, dashing as fast as she could towards the bannister that overlooked the lower level of the mall.


She did not even come close.  There was a blur of movement, and suddenly Ebemon was there in front of her, its rifle barrel aimed at her forehead.

“Short-range teleportation successful,” Ebemon stated flatly, “Subduing Defender Gatomon.”


Gato had just enough time to snarl some of the most vile and ugly curses she could think of, before the rifle clicked and fired.


After that, she knew nothing more, but endless blackness.


******


Gato groaned as consciousness slowly returned.  Her head throbbed as if she’d been shot in the forehead at point blank range.


...It took her several moments to remember that indeed, that is specifically what happened.  The thought made Gato’s already bad mood even more dark and grouchy.  There were few things that could piss her off more than getting knocked out and kidnapped.  It happened with surprising frequency, and usually her kidnappers did not live to regret it.


“Defender Gatomon is conscious,” buzzed Ebemon’s voice.


“Defender Gatomon is righteously pissed and going to--” Gato began.


“Defender Gatomon will be silent, or Defender Gatomon will be rendered unconscious again,” Ebemon interrupted, aiming the rifle at her forehead.  Gato bit back a response, huffing angrily through her little black nose.  Getting control of her temper, she took stock of her situation.


She was no longer in the mall.   This was not entirely surprising, as she assumed Ebemon would have scooped up her unconscious body and dragged her off; rather than stay there and risk other Defenders showing up.

She was in an empty room.  Cinder block walls, unpainted concrete floor, drain in the middle, single bare lightbulb hanging by a frayed wire.  Single steel door deadbolted behind Ebemon.  It could not have been more of a cliche.  Gato rolled her eyes in disgust.  Given her captor’s robotic nature, she supposed she could not fault it for not being more creative.


What WAS unusual was that Gato was tied up with a rope.  It was an old frayed hemp rope, not even steel chain.  Gato was almost offended by it.  She had razor sharp claws that could sever steel, and she was bound with rope that looked like it could be cut by a butter knife.


"Okay, what the hell is this s'posed to be?" demanded Gato.


"Humor," Ebemon answered matter-of-factly, "Restraints are entirely inadequate for Defender Gatomon.  Restraints are also unnecessary as Defender Gatomon cannot escape nor defeat Ebemon."


Oh, wonderful.  It thought it was being funny.  Gato groaned deeply, wishing that death would come quickly to spare her from this misery.  If it wanted to torture her, thumbscrews and red-hot irons would be useless on her, but THIS… This was intolerable.


Gato cut the ropes off her body with her claws and stood up, groaning as her head throbbed, particularly at the bruise on her forehead.  She groaned, closing her eyes until the pain receded.

“What do you want with me?” Gato grunted, bracing her palms on her thighs as she doubled over, driving away the headache through sheer force of will.


“Defender Gato will be converted,” Ebemon stated.


“If you think that explains anything, you’re wrong.  Wanna try again?” Gato grumbled, straightening as she managed to overcome the throbbing in her head.


“No.  Defender Gato does not need to understand.  Defender Gato will be converted, and will understand then,” Ebemon stated.  Gato sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Okay, one last question, then do whatever the hell you’re gonna do, because it’s clear I’m stuck,” Gato growled resignedly, “But there’s something crazy familiar about you, and I cannot put my finger on it.  Who or WHAT are you?”


“Digimon designated: Ebemon.  383.m0n, program serial number 8184384917.  Custom-designed counter-Defender Digimon, compiled from DNA samples and data shards of several other Digimon.  Primarily Vademon, V4D3.m0n, program serial number--”

It rattled off a number, but Gato had stopped listening.  Vademon.  The name was familiar.  She closed her eyes, wracking her aching brain to try to wrest the information out of the depths.  She had vague, hazy memories of a Digimon that looked like an alien, with a giant distended brain for a head, large yellow eyes, and dozens of slimy tentacles.   The memories were distorted and just mere images and moments, drifting in between long expanses of sleepy mindlessness.  It took a few moments for Gato to remember the context.

It had been when she had been kidnapped by the Cult of Belialmon.  Vademon was the cult’s expert at brainwashing.  He had been responsible for forcibly reprogramming Gato into a near-mindless servant of the Cult.  He had driven his tentacles into her ears, into her very brain, pumping it full of alien slime that had rendered her totally pliable and suggestible.


It had taken the death of Meicoo’s parents to snap her out of it, and even then, it had taken several deprogramming sessions with Hawk and Goma to totally return her back to her original self. 


“Vademon.  We killed you,” Gato said, frowning as she stared at the alien.  Now she could see the resemblance.  It was as if someone had taken Vademon and streamlined him, systematically replacing all of his flesh with cybernetic equivalents.


“Ebemon is not Vademon.  Ebemon was made FROM Vademon,” stated Ebemon dismissively, waving a tentacle carelessly, “Ebemon is vastly improved upon Vademon.”

“Whatever.  So lemme guess.  By ‘converting’ me, you’re going to brainwash me?” Gato asked, frowning.

“That will be part of it, affirmative,” agreed Ebemon, bobbing its head.  Despite its lack of ability to have a facial expression, it seemed pleased that Gato realized this.

“Why?” Gato asked.

“Ebemon is not permitted to explain.  Conversion will begin now,” Ebemon said flatly.

‘Not permitted to explain.’  Gato took particular note of that phrase.  Ebemon wasn’t working alone.  It was a minion for someone or something else. 

As Ebemon raised its tentacles, Gato quickly and subtly tapped several sparks of light on her Brand.  It was her only hope.  She had just had to hope the message would send after… whatever Ebemon was going to do to her was done, and that the right person would get it.

She had expected and anticipated what was coming, but it was still a shock nonetheless when two of Ebemon’s steel tendrils slipped into her ears and began to drive deep.  Gato’s eyes went wide and she tried to shake her head, to dislodge the intruders, but a second pair of tentacles pressed to her cheeks and kept her steady.  She winced and gasped in discomfort, more from the bizarre sensation than anything; there was no real pain to speak of, but it felt WEIRD.


And then, Gato felt a tickling sensation deep inside her head, and she stopped thinking altogether.  Her pupils dilated until nearly all of the color vanished except for a small ring of blue, before shrinking down to pinpricks in a vast lake of cerulean.  

“URK…. Nnnng… ahhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn…” Gato grunted, then moaned, her eyes rolling up in her head.  She shuddered from head to toe, her body convulsing several times as the tentacles probed her very mind.  Her paws fell limp at her sides, hanging loose from her shoulders.


Her penis quickly slid free of her sheath, rapidly erecting as her arousal protocols were overridden and turned up to maximum.  Gato’s long tail thrashed back and forth as her inner walls quaked, her feminine juices beginning to flow.   

Drool ran down her chin as Ebemon’s tentacles jerked her head this way and that, working deeper into her head.  Tiny microfilaments extended from the tips of the tentacles, each finding its way to a specific part of her mind.  They connected with a spark of bioelectricity.


Gato gave a strangled noise and shuddered, a mighty orgasm ripping through her.  She got her wish, and like Wizard the day before, she began to violently ejaculate without ever having touched herself.  Her penis convulsed, spouting streamers of milky white fluid across the room, striking the wall with a wet splat.  It shimmered blue in the faint, guttering light from the ancient light bulb. Her body convulsed in pleasure, her inner walls quaking around a cock that wasn’t there, her nectar sprinkling the ground under her.  The mindless feline made more strange, awkward noises as Ebemon probed deeper into her brain.


“Higher thought function suppressed,” Ebemon reported aloud to no one in particular.  


“Akkk… Nnn… hhhfff…” Gato gasped and grunted mindlessly, shuddering in pleasure as her orgasm continued, a puddle of kitty cum forming on the concrete floor.  The wall was streaked with her semen, leaving blue glowing spots where the luminescent liquid slowly glooped down.  


“Overwriting personality settings,” Ebemon stated aloud, not seeming to care that Gato was in no condition to listen.


Electrical impulses traveled down the tentacles into Gato’s ears and down the microfilaments into her mind.  The little white feline moaned loud and deep, her trembling body beginning to thrash now.  Her entire body seized.  She quite literally foamed at the mouth, her back arching.  


Her semen fired in milky ropes, splashing every surface in the room as her hips bucked wildly.  It dripped from the ceiling wetly as Gato cried.  Her penis twitched and lurched, the helmet swelling and contracting under the taut foreskin. 


“Applying new programming,” Ebemon buzzed.  


Gato suddenly went still.  The irises and pupils of her eyes vanished altogether, leaving a vast blank expanse of white in its place.  Her mouth hung open, saliva running down the corner of her muzzle.  If it weren’t for the tendrils in her head, she would have ragdolled to the floor, completely limp.


The only part of her body that maintained its rigidity was her erection.  Indeed, if anything, it had grown even harder.  Veins bulged along the sides. The foreskin retracted back a little off the head as it bulged even larger.  Gato’s orgasm doubled in intensity, her ejaculations growing larger in volume.  The force of the gushes scattered and ricocheted off the far wall, sending glowing globules of fluid splashing about the room.


Gato no longer qualified as anything resembling conscious.  It was hard to even say that she was “Gato” any more.  She was a shell of a Digimon, whose only sensation was the steel squirming of Ebemon’s tendrils in her ears, and the blasting pleasure of an orgasm that never seemed to end.  She trembled from head to toe, her penis bouncing up and down with each pelvic spasm as her spunk struck the ground with a loud, wet splatter.

“Installing custom program: D191dR0n3v1RU2.exe.”


“AAAAkkk…” Gato gave a full-body spasm, as if every inch of her body seized one inch at a time, starting from her ears down to her toes.  A particularly long and powerful ejaculation fired from her cock, a spatter of her feminine juices soaking the floor under her.

She began to babble, her lips moving in a seemingly random manner, nonsense syllables filling the air.  It was the verbal equivalent of the program now being forcibly deposited into her brain.  Ebemon thrust the tendrils in her ears deeper, pulling back out, then back in again.

"Begin applying Chrome-Digizoid poly-alloy nanoskin."


Ebemon raised two more tentacles, tipped with hose-nozzles at the end.  They opened up and thick, sticky silver fluid burst out in a gloopy wet rush.  It splattered messily onto Gato’s chest, where it stayed.  Seemingly of its own accord, the fluid began to spread across her body, defying gravity and slithering up and sideways as much as pouring downwards towards the floor.  Gato did not react, did not even flinch as it spattered her.

Ebemon slowly and methodically circled its tentacles around her, pouring the strange fluid onto her from all angles. The silver metal poured down Gato’s body, coating her limbs in a thin, skin-tight layer.  It completely covered her fur, leaving her smooth and shiny.  She did not even moan, simply staring straight ahead as the cool, cold liquid slid down her back, dribbling down her tail and in between her buttocks.  It solidified over the areas it coated, forming a flexible, perfectly form-fitting layer.  It changed color, matching the fur underneath, mostly white save for the purple tasseled tip and stripes of her tail.   


Her hair was matted flat to her head by the liquid as Ebemon poured it straight onto her scalp.  The long locks, the symbol of her newfound femininity and her way of asserting her individual identity against all of the Gatomon imitators out in the Digital World, all of it vanished under a smooth, shiny layer of silver that dried and turned a polished, lustrous white.  Gato’s face was entirely hidden under a layer of the substance, save for her eyes, nose and mouth; whatever the stuff was, it seemed to “know” to stop at a certain point around her muzzle.


It covered her breasts, covering all but her pink nipples in smooth, flexible metal.  Likewise, the fluid coated her sheath, but left the rest of her penis untouched, the pink flesh exposed.  It spread over her vulva, but left open her clitoris and her labia.  


“Finalize process,” Ebemon announced.

He aimed the hoses at her face.  A gloopy, viscous shot of the silver liquid splattered directly into Gato’s face, hiding it from view.  The fluid rapidly took form, shaping itself onto her visage.  It formed a mask over her muzzle, silver and black in color, with round filters through which her breath hissed.  More of it turned transparent, forming a translucent glassy visor over her eyes.  The outlines of her eyes were just visible through the lens.  


The tendrils thrust into her ears one more time, making the feline’s body shudder and convulse as her cock blasted again, her orgasm continuing into what was now nearing its seventh minute.  Then, with a wet noise, they withdrew from her skull.  Gato sagged to the floor, completely limp.  She lay there, unmoving.


“Stand up,” Ebemon commanded, after a few moments.


The feline’s paws twitched, then moved.  They scrabbled at the floor for a moment, as if she had forgotten how to move.  Then, with slightly more confidence, they found purchase, and she slowly pushed herself up, sliding her knees under her.


The cat picked herself off the ground slowly.  Her usual grace was missing.  Her limbs made small and precise, but jerky movements, almost machine-like.  Her spine straightened, her masked face pointed exactly forward.  Her breathing, despite everything she had just been through, and the semen still bursting from her cock in massive gouts, was slow and steady.  Her chest rose and fell almost as if she was asleep. She stood at attention, hands hanging limp at her sides, almost a statue with how little she moved.


“State your designation,” commanded the robotic alien.


“...This drone-unit’s designation is… DigiDrone G470,” replied the feline.  Her voice was nearly unrecognizable; it was drained of all emotion and independent thought, left a low, quiet monotone.  It was further distorted by the mask over her face, reduced in fidelity to an electronic buzz as it was projected through the speakers. 

“State primary directive,” continued Ebemon.

“G470 primary directive: obey Master,” Gato stated without hesitation.


“What do you think of what Ebemon has done to you?” it asked.

“Drone does not think anything.  Drone has no thoughts that Master has not told it to think,” Gato replied flatly.


“Do you know who Defender Gatomon is?” Ebemon asked, watching the feline for any sign of reaction.


“Drone does not recognize that name.  Drone has no memories.  Drone does not need memories to achieve primary directive,” Gato responded.  Her response came without hesitation, her voice calm and empty, and no visible changes in her nearly nonexistent body language.


“Drone G470 will stand at attention and go dormant.  Ebemon will return with instructions… later,” Ebemon ordered.

“Drone obeys,” Gato agreed simply.  She stood tall, hands at her side.  Ebemon left the room, shutting the door behind him.  He did not bother locking it.  She would not bother to try to escape.  After all, she had not been instructed to try to escape.

Gato waited, staring straight ahead.  She waited, not a thought in her head.  She would wait as long as she needed to.  She obeyed.  That was her purpose.  Even as what little consciousness she possessed faded, she waited at attention.


She would obey.


*******


The six children of the Rookie Squad milled about in the dojo, huddled as they chattered and finalized their plan.  Well, five of them were huddled.  As usual, Cute was off in her own world, banging her head to the music blasting in her headset.


The door opened and Wizard walked in, his cape trailing behind him.  The six children scrambled and took position in line, standing at attention. 


Wizard eyed them for a moment, walking up and down the line, tapping his staff on the floor.  He turned to face them, planting his feet firm. 


“Okay, time's up.  What's your reason for becoming Defenders?  Or shall I call security and Gato to tell ‘em you all flunked out?” Wizard asked, casting his gaze over the group.  It was Meicoo who stepped forward. 


“Our reason for becoming Defenders is so that someday we won't need Defenders anymore,” she stated boldly, holding her head high.  Wizardmon’s expression was hidden by his cape and hat, but he crossed his arms and leaned back a little.


“Care to elaborate?” he asked, his tone neutral.


“Defenders are rescuers, warriors, heroes and more…  but above all else, they're peacekeepers.  And more than that, they don't just keep peace, they work to create peace,” Flame added, taking his turn to step forward. 


“The reason our reasons for being Defenders sucked is that we were focused on the flashy, exciting parts of the job, but forgetting the real reason the Defenders exist,” Heriss said, clearly trying hard not to bounce on her heels.


“If we do our jobs right, then we won't need to be heroes or warriors or rescuers,” Strabi continued, with the air of being forced to recite something distasteful he had memorized,  “Our primary job is to create peace, not just enforce it.” 


“BG, Cute.  Anything you want to add?” Wizard asked.


“I dunno if I wanna be a Defender, but…  I wanna make people happy and keep ‘em fwom bein’ sad, if I can!” BG said firmly.


“...Fine, I SUPPOSE that I signed up t’be a Defender for more’n just not havin’ to get a job.  I want what they want. Now did we pass or fail, already?” Cute grumbled, glaring at Wizard.  Belatedly, she added, “Sir.”


“Heh. I figured if I gave you a little time you’d come up with something,” Wizard said, pulling down the front of his cape to reveal his smile, “Yes, THAT is a good reason to become a Defender.  We don’t want heroes, rescuers, warriors. We want to try to make those things obsolete.  And to do that, above all else, we need to create a lasting peace for all Digimon.”


“...So, with that out of the way, Rookie Squad, let’s begin your REAL training,” Wizard said, grinning as he cracked his knuckles.


TO BE CONTINUED...