*****

With a bright flash, the Data Transfer platform was engulfed in shimmering green light.  Wireframe images appeared on the platform, before resolving into Wizard and his six charges, their forms filling in rapidly in swirls of pixels.  It only took a few moments before the light faded, and the Defender and six trainees stepped down off the platform.

“Am I missing anything?  Please tell me I’ve got nothing missing,” Heriss squeaked, patting her body down, “I think I left some quills behind!”


“Heriss, Data Transfer is the safest way to travel long distances,” sighed Wizard, “You’re fine.”

“Says YOU, sir,” Heriss squeaked, “I’ve heard horror tales of Digimon coming through half-formed or switching parts in transit…”

“Better check your pants, boys.  Make sure you still got the bits you started out with,” Cute remarked in her oddly bland manner, sweeping past Flame and Strabi. 

“We’re fine, Cute…” Flame said, before pausing and frowning, “...A-Aren’t we?”

“No way anything happened,” Strabi said confidently.


There was an awkward pause.  The two boys stared at each other.  Then in unison, they pulled the waistbands of their pants out to check, both sighing in relief.


“Made ya look!” Cute called back, as the lion and wolf-boys both glared back in annoyance. 


“If you’re done with the comedy schtick, can we get a move on?” Meicoo sighed, giving them a shove from behind.  Both Flame and Strabi went flying several feet and sprawled face-first on the linoleum floor.  Meicoo blushed and sweatdropped.


“...Oops.  S-Sorry!  I Digivolved a little while ago, and I’m still learning my own strength…” she apologized, bowing politely.  The boys groaned and picked themselves up.

“Guys!  Keep up!” Wizard called from ahead.  The kids scrambled to get up and race after him, exiting the Data Transfer hub into the open air.  The Data Transfer was one of about a hundred around File Island, set up to facilitate lightspeed travel between the various platforms. This particular hub was in the middle of absolutely nowhere, but centrally located between about seven nearby towns.


The Plains Region of File Island was mostly as flat and empty as it sounded.  Long expanses of unkempt green grass, broken only by the occasional boulder, creek, building, telephone pole, or road.  The few towns of the Plains region were small and tightly knit, populated by less than a hundred Digimon. File City was visible off in the distance, the skyscrapers just barely peeking over the horizon.  Infinity Mountain was considerably more visible, jutting up towards the circuit-marked sky in the center of the island.


It only took a moment to see the trouble, even though it was still a ways away. A plume of black smoke was billowing up from one of the tiny towns.  A low boom echoed across the grasslands; with little in the way to muffle or block it, sound traveled much farther.


“Let’s go,” said Wizard, simply, digging his boots into the grass and launching himself forward with surprising speed.  His cape flapped behind him, his body low as he sprinted away.  The Rookies blinked in surprise, not prepared for how suddenly he had moved.  He was already a hundred yards away before they managed to begin dashing after him.  Paws and boots pounded the grass as the seven Defenders rushed towards the village.


The source of the chaos became apparent rather quickly.  Digimon were running rampant through town, firing attacks at buildings. 


“What the heck is this?” Flame asked, blinking as he watched the chaos. It looked like the entire town was out, moving from building to building, blasting away, then moving to the next; systematically burning the entire settlement down. 


“Some sort of riot?” Strabi suggested, his eyes narrowed.  

“We’ve gotta stop ‘em!” said Heriss, “Those poor people living there!”

“Move in, Defenders,” ordered Wizard, “Pair off. Engage with anyone who gets too close, hand-to-hand ONLY.  Strike to subdue and use your zipties to keep ‘em down.”


The six kids moved off in the same pairs they had been training with together: Flame and Strabi, Meicoo and BG, and Heriss and Cute.  The former and the latter had been extremely reluctant to do so, but Wizard had made it very clear that he didn’t care if they liked each other; just that they worked together.


Meicoo dashed towards the nearest rioter, BG scrambling on all fours to keep up with her big sister.  She gave a little whimper of worry.  Meicoo glanced back over her shoulder.

“Just like we trained to do, BG.  Stay near me, watch my back.  I’ll keep you safe, okay?” Meicoo reassured the younger girl. 

“I’m not scared,” said BlackGato, the quaver in her voice betraying the blatant lie, “I jus’ don’ wanna hurt anyone.”

“We won’t.  Just like Wizard taught us, we’re just knocking them out and keeping them from hurting anyone else, right?” Meicoo reassured her.

“....Right,” agreed BlackGato, unconvinced.  Meicoo would have liked to have had time to sit down with her sister and talk out her reticence to continue, but as they came close to the group of rioters, there was no more chance to speak.


Meicoo met the first rioter with a flying spin kick, her heel connecting with an Angoramon’s fluffy, bearded jaw.  The blow sent it whirling to the ground, where BG met it, driving her gloved fist into its forehead to keep it down.  Meicoo barely touched ground long enough to launch herself back into the air, flipping gracefully, her helix tassels trailing behind her.  She landed in a handstand on top of a Monmon’s shoulders. The green monkey yelped as she gripped tight and fell forward, using her momentum to yank it off its feet, twirling vertically, and piledrived it headfirst into the dirt.  BG was there to deliver a solid punt to the back of its skull to ensure that it did not have the temerity to regain consciousness.

During training, Wizard had been impressed by the two girls’ skills.  Meicoo’s gift of photographic reflexes allowed her to mimic almost any martial arts technique she saw flawlessly; which she used to great effect, having watched Gato and the original BlackGato fight dozens of times. The new BG, while young and timid, still retained much of her previous self’s instincts and muscle memory.  When she was properly motivated, she was an ebony whirlwind in battle, seen only as a blur as she tore through the field.


Gato was right about them, Wizard thought as he clubbed a Gotsumon with his whirling staff, they were special. 


Their teamwork was certainly the best of the Rookie Squad.  Strabi and Flame certainly left much to be desired.  


“Dammit, burnout!  Watch your footing!” Strabi growled as he delivered a rapid-fire series of lashing kicks to a Gizamon, sending it sprawling on the ground, “You almost tripped me!”

“I was trying to stop that Candlemon from setting the general store on fire! And don’t call me ‘burnout!’” Flame complained, back to back with the wolf-boy.  He finished delivering a solid punch to the Candlemon’s face, sending the waxy Digimon to the ground, its flames extinguished in lazy curls of smoke.  As he tried to regain his balance, Strabi turned on his heel to kick out at a female Hawkmon, and his elbow clubbed Flame upside the head.


“OW!  Watch it!” Flame complained.


Wizard sighed as he delivered a knife-edge chop to a Digmon’s neck, collapsing it to the ground.  Flamemon was overeager to help and be heroic, and Strabi was overeager to throw punches and inflict violence.  He thought that by pairing them together, they might balance each other out, but it had mostly resulted in petty squabbling.  If things didn’t improve soon, he’d have to have serious words.


But they were doing better than Heriss and Cute.  Strabi and Flame were at least TRYING to work together.


Heriss was a bit airheaded and unfocused, double and triple-guessing herself as she threw punches and kicks, looking entirely unsure where she wanted to attack and how she wanted her blows to land.  She let several rioters pass right by her while she was tussling with one of them.


Cute was worse. Of all of the Defenders Rookies, Wizard’s patience was running out with her the fastest.  She certainly LOOKED like she was keeping busy, running this way and that, but that was only superficial.  She was mostly avoiding combat at all, and doing very little to get involved unless Heriss actually actively grabbed her and yanked her physically to help.


“Um…” shouted out Heriss, “...Has anyone noticed somethin’ weird about these guys?”


“No,” grunted Strabi, bluntly as he flipped into the air, lashing out with a kick that dropped a foe to the grass hard.  He bared his claws as black energy crackled around his hands, and he began to shout an attack name… but stopped himself as both Flame and Wizard glared at him.  The energy faded and he simply delivered a punch for a finishing blow.

“Um, maybe?” Flame said, sweeping the legs out from under an enemy. His elbow struck the Digimon’s forehead, leaving it splayed out.


“They’re not fightin’ back!” BG called, watching as Meicoo wrestled a Falcomon to the ground.  Sure enough, the bird put up little resistance to being manhandled.  Wizard frowned and looked around.  Maybe Heriss wasn’t quite as ditzy as she looked.  Unfocused and scatterbrained definitely.  But she certainly seemed to have a keen insight on occasion.


“They’re… hypnotized, I think!” said Meicoo, frowning as she waved her hand in front of the Falcomon’s face.  His eyes did not track her hand and he barely blinked.  There was a barely perceptible prismatic shimmer to his eyes as he stared off into the middle distance.


“And THAT is the reason I told you that you aren’t allowed to use special attacks,” Wizard said, frowning, “Because you could’ve killed innocent people who weren’t in their right minds.”

Strabi looked down at the villager he had just punched.  He winced at the admonishment and nodded slowly.


“Let me handle the villagers.  I think I’ve got an incantation that’ll help…” Wizard said, stepping in front of the Rookies.  He lifted his sun-tipped staff to the sky and chanted arcane syllables. Whirls of Digital particles flowed from the ground and air, swirling around him.  Meicoo watched in awe, as the pixelated energy glowed green, coalesced, then speared out in dozens of streaks. 
Each one flew with unerring accuracy, homing in on and striking the villagers.  The townsfolk yelped and convulsed, before falling to the grass, unmoving.


“What’d you do?” asked Heriss, eyes wide.  The Rookies were awed by the display of seemingly effortless power.


“...And why’d you bother bringing US, if you could KO three dozen people in one move?” groused Strabi.


“‘Magic Heal,’ one of my spells.  Heals injuries and removes altered status,” explained Wizard, shrugging mildly, ignoring Strabi, “They’ll wake up in a while feeling better than they have in years… if it weren’t for the pounding headache, but that’ll wear off in an hour or so.”


“...Big deal, I could do that, if I wanted to,” said Cute, adjusting her headphones.


“Somehow I doubt that,” Strabi replied, eyeing her, “...Come to think of it, I haven’t seen you use ANY of your abilities.”


“Uhhhh…” Cute hedged, “I didn’t hear you.”

“I said, I haven’t seen you use any…” Strabi began, but Cute was rapidly turning up the volume on her thrash metal to drown him out, even as he began speaking louder and louder.


“...It’s not me, right?  She’s just weird,” he complained, turning to the others.

“Very,” agreed Meicoo.


“I like her,” BlackGato said, giggling.  Meicoo wasn’t so sure she did, but decided to keep that opinion to herself.  


“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re not done here.  If they’re hypnotized, then there must be a hypnotist,” Wizard said, looking around with narrowed eyes, sweeping his cape back, “And they’re still around.  Why cause mayhem unless you’re here to enjoy it?”


Meicoo frowned, concentrating on her senses.  Since she had Digivolved from her previous form, her hearing had sharpened dramatically.  With the chaos of the mindless villagers quelled, the only sounds were fires crackling and snapping… and under it, faintly, someone humming the tune of a current bubblegum pop song extremely off-key.


“I hear something his way!” Meicoo called, bounding forward. BlackGato was by her side instantly, and Wizard caught up a moment later, the others trailing behind after a few second’s hesitation.


“I think it’s… this way,” Meicoo said, stopping at a crossroads, tilting her head to catch a hint of the song on the breeze.  She pointed to the left and made to dash off, but Wizard’s glove snagged her shoulder, restraining her.


“Hold it,” he said calmly, “I trust your senses, but let’s approach more cautiously.  Stick behind me, and point the way.”


“Yes, sir,” agreed Meicoo, moving forward a bit slower this time.  The seven Defenders creeped forward, their paws and boots padding lightly on the dirt and through the grass as Meicoo followed the sound towards its source.  Occasionally BlackGato helped course-correct, as her hearing was just as sharp.


As they got closer, the rest of the squad could hear the off-key, screechy singing.  At Wizard’s signal, they pressed themselves to the wall of a half-burnt-out house, and shuffled towards the corner.  Wizard took his large, pointy hat off, handing it to Meicoo to hold for a moment, while he peered around the corner.


In the backyard, a Bastemon was dancing to music playing from a pair of earbuds in her long cat-like ears, the round floating sphere of a holocamera capturing her moves. She was a tall, red-headed feline-woman.  Most of her body was covered in leopard-spotted fur, save for her face, chest and stomach, which was a swath of smooth humanoid skin.  Her arms and digitigrade feet ended in wicked-looking crimson claws.  She was naked, save for a transparent veil that covered the lower half of her face, her nose and mouth clearly visible through the sheer pink fabric, a loincloth of the same translucent silk, and dozens of golden bangles and jeweled rings adorning every part of her body.


Wizard tried VERY hard not to notice her large breasts bouncing and jiggling tantalizingly, the pink nipples poking out and drawing the eyes.  He tried even harder to avoid staring at the half-hard phallus hanging down under her loincloth, which did literally nothing to hide the twitching appendage.  He grunted, noting that both Strabi and Flame were staring with wide eyes and a stunned-bunny look on their faces.  He shoved the boys back, breaking their line-of-sight with the woman, and they both gave a little jolt, as if startled.


“Who the heck is that?” asked Heriss in a whisper, peering around the corner for only a brief moment to get a look.


“A Bastemon,” Wizard replied, “That’s the ‘what’ she is.  ‘Who’ is an answer we’ll have in a moment.”


“She’s… pretty…” Flame said, sounding a little drunk, his eyes unfocused.  The boy’s pants were tented rather prominently, his fiery tail sweeping back and forth in contentment.


“...Are you okay?” asked Meicoo, frowning as she waved a hand in front of his eyes, snapping her fingers.  He gave another little start, the glassiness in his eyes fading a little.


“Don’t look at her too long,” Wizard said, tapping at the sparks on the Defenders Brand on his left hand,  “Bastemon are capable of a hypnotic dance, which makes her our prime suspect.”


A moment later, a holowindow opened, projecting Goma’s face.  The seal looked quite harried, his hands moving rapidly out of frame, typing away at what must have been at least six different keyboards simultanously.


“Wizard, what’s up?” he asked, not making eye contact, his eyes focused on something else off-screen.


“Sorry to bother you, I know you’re coordinating fifteen other things and we’re low priority, but… I need a rap sheet,” said Wizard politely.


“Send me the deets, I’ll send you the sheet,” Goma replied brusquely, before muting his microphone and talking to someone else. 


Wizard peeked around the corner again, aiming the back of his hand at the Bastemon.  The Brand glowed a little brighter for a few moments, before one of the sparks turned a pulsing green.  He ducked back behind cover and tapped the spark.  Goma looked up and unmuted his mike.


“Rap sheet incoming.  Need backup or Digivolution?” he asked.


“Nah, but I’ll let you know if that changes,” Wizard replied, as another screen opened, text scrolling by. 


“Okay, then.  Goma out,” he said, his communication screen winking out of existence.  Wizard frowned, reading the information he had been sent, taking his hat back from Meicoo.  The kids fidgeted impatiently, trying to read the screen from their backwards point-of-view.


“Bastemon, program serial number 821081. Level: Ultimate.  Resident of File City,” Wizard read for the kids’ benefit, his voice a low murmur, “Occupation: social media influencer… Ugh.”  He grunted in disgust before continuing.

“Criminal record is… mostly minor misdemeanors.  Spreading spam emails, intentionally glitching human vending machines to stick, porn pop-ups on clean websites…  Mostly mischief, nothing that’d indicate violence.”


He glanced down, hearing a low beeping noise.  Heriss had pulled on a little bracelet, which was projecting a holowindow of her own.  It was a comm-cuff, essentially a Digimon version of a cellphone.  Communications device and internet browser all in one.  It was a poor substitute for a Defender’s Brand, but it was functional, at least. Heriss was typing away at her keyboard so rapidly that her claws were blurring.


Before Wizard could ask what she was doing, Heriss had pulled up a website, typed a command into a search bar, and pulled up a video.  The unbearable sound of bubblegum pop for tweens and the even worse noise of a screechy, discordant voice singing along began playing before Heriss scrabbled at the controls to turn the sound down.  Wizard glanced around the corner.  The Bastemon did not react, apparently not hearing the noise.


“It’s one of her videos,” Heriss explained to the unasked question, as the others looked at her.  She leaned in to watch for a moment.  

Heriss’s bright, nearly electric blue eyes went out of focus almost immediately.  Her posture changed as she slowly hunched forward, her free hand falling limp and dangling at her side.  Her expression, normally curious and excited, turned stunned and vacant.  Her thighs visibly dampened, the fur matting down.


“...Must donate to PatreMon... must donate to PatreMon…” she mumbled, bringing her fingers up to begin typing again. Flame reacted quickly, swatting her paw away from the holokeyboard.  Strabi gave her a sharp slap across the cheek.


The rabbit-wolf had the sense to muffle the hedgehog girl’s yelp of surprise by clamping her muzzle shut as her eyes came back into focus.  She asked a question that came out as “Mmut ‘app’n? Dun ‘mumbur…”


“You were hypnotized by the video,” said Meicoo, pulling the comm-cuff off Heriss’ wrist, turning it off in the process.


“I was?  Wow,” Heriss said, sounding as if that was something she’d always dreamed of. 


“...And now we know how that Bastemon makes her revenue stream, since ‘influencer’ isn’t a real job,” Wizard said, frowning, “And that alone is enough for an arrest warrant, never mind whatever she did here.”


“So… what do we do, boss?” Cute asked lazily.  Wizard threw a glance her way and she quailed a little, adding, “...sir.”


“We confront her and stop her.  Stay behind me and follow my lead,” Wizard ordered.  With a sweep of his tattered cloak, he stepped out from behind the building into the open.


*****

“Hey, I just met you, and this is KA-RAY-ZEEEEEE~~~” sang the Bastemon, gyrating her hips and waving her arms to the “music” playing in her earbuds as the holocamera bobbed in the air, turning this way and that to get different angles. 


“So heeeeere’s my number, so call…  Oooh!” she trailed off in mid-lyric, turning around to wave her rear end and twin tails at the camera.  She noticed the Defenders coming out from their cover, approaching her in a line, Wizard in front. 


“Like, hey.  Who are you guys?” she asked, frowning, “I thought I like, totally zonked everyone in town.”


Her eyes flicked down, seeing the glowing pattern of light embossed on the back of Wizard’s left glove, and she smiled wide.  Her face lit up with excitement.
 
“Ohmahgawd, ohmahgawd, ACTUAL DEFENDERS!!!” squealed the Bastemon, hopping up and down excitedly.  The movement caused her breasts to bounce about tantalizingly, her penis swinging back and forth and up and down.  Flame’s cheeks were bright red, steam rising off his body at the sight.  Strabi was pretending not to notice, though his own cheeks were tinged pink.  Heriss actually looked a bit dizzy trying to track the bouncing and swaying and twitching.


Wizard sighed heavily, already feeling tired even though the fight had yet to start. This was not unusual. Since the Arcadimon War, hero worship of the Defenders was rampant worldwide. This manifested amongst most of the sane populace in simply following their adventures vicariously via the media.  Others were the wannabes currently swamping the recruiters and training fields.

Then there was the case of the not-so-sane populace, exemplified by this new phenomenon.  The attention-seeking criminal.  People who thought they’d make a name for themselves by taking on the Defenders, either by making it big in the criminal underworld or by being the next Arcadimon.  Or worse, deluded fanatics who clearly read too many Batman comics and had become obsessed with the Defenders in an entirely unhealthy way.


99% of the time, the fame-seekers and lunatics wound up in jail without ever meeting a Defender, as local police and defense forces were more than enough to handle the situation.  Then… there was the other 1%.


Clearly, this Bastemon was a few kilobytes short of a megabyte to begin with, and was probably in serious need of a defragmentation.  Judging from the male anatomy jutting from her hips, it was a safe bet she was afflicted with “Gatomania,” which was probably the least of her issues.  Wizard had a feeling this situation was going to severely test his patience. 


“Madame,” said Wizard, trying to keep his voice even and calm, “We’re going to have to ask you to stop and surrender.”


“Oooh! Awesome!” she gushed, turning to face the floating holocamera, “Lemme take a selfie with you guys real quick!  I’ll use this as my thumbnail for the video!”


“Ma’am, I need you to turn off the camera, get on the ground, hands on your head,” Wizard warned, stepping closer, “This isn’t a game.”

“Of COURSE it’s not a game, sillypants! It’s Monstagram!  An’ you guys are gonna take me from being the 3728th most popular influencer in the File Island region to a worldwide STAR!” she giggled, brushing aside her veil to make duck-lips at the camera, while flashing a peace sign at it. Wizard pinched the bridge of his nonexistent nose.  Meicoo recognized the gesture from Gato, when she was trying VERY hard to not commit murder.


“Yeah, that’s… not gonna be a thing, miss,” Wizard said, with immense effort to keep his voice even, “And your MyTubes-Spacebook whatever is going to be shut down.  I don’t think you understand, you’re under arrest.”


“Ha!  You’re funny, Mr. Funny-hat.  No, what YOU don’t understand is that I was doin’ this just to draw you guys out. Who ACTUALLY wants to cause chaos and destroy villages in such a stupid way?” asked Bastemon rhetorically.  (“You’d be surprised,” mumbled Wizard, sighing.)


“No, that’s just a means to an end.  I just wanted to draw out some cuties like you so that I could put on a real show!  But darn it… I was REALLY hoping I’d get that uber-cutie Gatomon.  She’s my IDOL!” Bastemon bragged. (“Ooooof course,” muttered Wizard, the angry vein on his forehead throbbing larger.)


“An’ after we’re done, you’re gonna be my co-stars in more videos!  I bet I’ll even crack the top 500 within a week!  Oooooh, so many views!!! I bet I’ll be getting all sorts of sponsors knocking at my door!  Think I’ll get any from GreyCon earbuds or SwedeVPN or even Horde: Darkness Legends?” she giggled.  (“...Kill me, please, anyone,” grumbled Wizard, his face now buried firmly in his palm.)


“...Okay, seriously, is this lady for real?” Strabi asked, rolling his eyes.

“She’s laaame,” said Cute, “...And her taste in music sucks.”


That drew the first expression on the Bastemon’s face that wasn’t some variation of mugging for the camera or ditzy delight. A perfectly groomed eyebrow arched as her violet, slitted eyes focused on the purple-furred wolf and pink-furred rabbit.


“My music SUCKS?!” she gasped, outraged.


“I mean, yeah, for a grown woman to listen to stuff that an elementary schooler would find too childish and sugary… I’d be embarrassed,” Strabi agreed.


“...Also, you can’t sing.  Neither can I, for that matter, but… you REALLY can’t,” Heriss added, grinning.


“Guys, don’t antagonize her,” Wizard warned, “We’re trying to deescalate the sit–”


“How DARE you?!!” she screeched. 


“Oh, Gennai, she’s Digivolving into a Karen-mon!” Strabi called with a grin, “Is she gonna call for our manager?”

Meicoo, telling the story later, would swear she could actually hear an audible SNAP come from Bastemon’s temper. The woman actually stomped a foot peevishly as she looked up to her holocamera.

“Hey Kiri!  Play ‘Bastemon’s Mix 4!’” she called.  The holocamera gave a beep of compliance and a thumping beat began to ring out from its speakers.  Music that Meicoo could only describe as “Middle-Eastern Techno” began echoing off the houses nearby, as rave lights emitted from the floating orb.


The six Rookies’ reaction was confused as they looked at each other in confusion.  Wizard lifted his staff defensively, seeming to know what was coming.


“I think you need to change your attitudes,” Bastemon said, her voice growing husky. 


“What’s she–?” Flame began to ask, frowning.


“WITCH WARP!” she cried, her voice taking on an echoey quality, as she lifted her arms above her head.


“NO!  Don’t let her start--!!!” Wizard shouted, lifting his staff as he began to summon his power.  The rest of the team reacted slowly, unprepared for the order. 


Bastemon began to dance; wild, graceful movements that drew in the Defenders’ eyes.  Her every movement sent shimmers of light around the room, reflecting off the numerous jewels, bangles, and decorations adorning her shapely form.  The multicolored flashes seemed unnaturally bright as if the jewels and gold were glowing with supernatural power.


The Rookies and Wizard stopped in their tracks as suddenly as if they had run into a brick wall.  None of them could look away; none of them could even think of trying to look away.  They were fascinated by her, transfixed; her brilliant spotted gold fur, her cream-colored skin, the way her clothes rippled and shimmered as they moved.  Bastemon’s breasts bounced tantalizingly, her stomach undulated and swayed, and her penis swung back and forth pendulously.


On some level, Meicoo knew something was seriously wrong.  Shouldn’t they have been trying to stop her… for… some reason?  As soon as the thought formed, it seemed to slip right out of her head.  Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Heriss frozen in midstep, her eyes wide and stunned.  On the other Flame stood, his arm still drawn back to throw a punch.  A drop of drool fell from his lower lip as he stared straight at Bastemon.


Bastemon danced faster, whirling and twirling in a blur of sparkles and color, a mixture of belly dancing and ballet.  Meicoo’s mind slowed, her emotions flattening out to a dreamy unconcern.  She felt strangely sleepy, strangely content.  She barely noticed as her sheath swelled, the head of her penis beginning to push free. Meicoo’s feminine nectar spilled down her inner thighs, a rush of dampness and arousal soaking her fur.  She could see Heriss’s thighs glistening and Flame’s pants tenting.


“Obey!” commanded Bastemon, still dancing.  The Rookies and Wizard all blinked, unsure if they had actually heard her speak.


“Obey!” she repeated.  She began to chant the word in time with the rhythm of her dance, moving back and forth in front of each of the Digimon in turn.  Her bangles and rings chimed and jangled rhythmically to the beat of the song, filling the Rookies’ ears.  The jewels flashed and sparkled, dazzling them. Again and again, she shouted “Obey!” every couple of seconds.


“Obey…” Meicoo heard herself say, her voice a quiet and empty monotone.  She wasn’t even conscious of her lips moving (much less of anything other than Bastemon’s dance).  She wasn’t the only one; she heard BlackGato and Cute repeat the word too.


“Obey!” commanded Bastemon again.


“Obey…” Meicoo, BlackGato, and Cute echoed on the next beat.


“Obey!” Bastemon called, whirling about, her jewelry chiming loudly.  Meicoo did not react as she felt a wet splatter across her face; Bastemon was flinging precum about as she moved.  Her hips gyrated, her erection swaying pendulously about with every pelvic thrust. 


“...Obey…” Meicoo, BlackGato, Cute, and now Flame murmured in response.  It took three more repetitions before Heriss joined in, and another two after that for Strabi to begin echoing.  Wizard finally began mumbling the word a minute later, his quiet voice joining the others.


“Obey!” Bastemon shouted.


“Obey…” Meicoo, BlackGato, Cute, Flame, Heriss, Strabi, and Wizard droned in response and in near unison.


“Obey…” they repeated. And again.  None of them had noticed that Bastemon had stopped calling, and they were now chanting the command all on their own.  Meicoo’s mind was completely empty of everything but that word now.  It was her only thought, her only emotion, her very identity.  She stared straight ahead, her mismatched eyes glassy and unseeing.  Her paws were limp at her sides, her head drooping forward slightly.  Meicoo’s penis was erecting rapidly, standing straight out from her little hips and throbbing.


The feline-woman slowly came to a stop, even as the soundtrack continued to thump and the rave lights continued to flash in a rainbow of colors, lighting up the backyard in a variety of hues.  The Defenders stood still, taking no notice that Bastemon had finished her dance.  They stared straight ahead, continuing to chant “Obey…” every couple of seconds on the beat.

Their eyes were glassy, with a strange faint rainbow shimmer.  The three boys stood, their pants tented with obvious arousal, arms dangling limp from their shoulders, eyes straight ahead.  Meicoo and BlackGato’s arousal was far more obvious, not having the clothing to hide it, their penises standing straight out from their little hips like flagpoles.  Cute and Heriss stood, their thighs drenched, their little pink nipples poking through their fur as they shivered in arousal.


“That’s more like it, isn’t it?” Bastemon asked, sauntering towards the Rookies as she panted, trying to catch her breath, “No need to be angry.  No need to be upset. My Witch Warp dance takes all of that away.  It’s the most captivating show in town, in every sense of ‘captivating.’ Now, what’s the only thing you need to do?” 


“Obey…” chanted the Rookies and Wizard mindlessly in reply.


“That’s it!  Now.  Let’s get out of those nasty clothes and show me what you’ve got, fellas!” Bastemon called with a giggle, directing her words towards the males (the only ones wearing any substantial clothes to begin with).


“Get out of my nasty clothes…” mumbled Flame, his expression stunned and vacant.  With the slow, awkward movements of a sleepwalker, the boy began to fumble with his belt.  After a moment, his clumsy thumbs managed to release the clasps, and he pulled it free from the loops.  As soon as he let go of the leather straps, dropping them to the ground carelessly, they dissolved into shards of data, vanishing.  Flamemon’s crimson pants followed a minute later, as he worked them down around his hips and then stepped out of them.  The boy’s penis sprung up as soon as it cleared the waistband.  The huge, pink length slapped against his stomach, the fat head striking just below his pectoral muscles before it flopped forward and stood straight out from his hips.  The footlong length pulsed proudly, a dribble of clear liquid oozing from the hood-covered tip.  His large grapefruit-sized balls hung below, covered in soft brown fur. Flame’s white tattoos did indeed (as Cute had teased) go all the way down.  The tribal markings went up either side of his penis and marked his scrotum.


Strabi had a similar issue.  His body was covered in straps and while he navigated through his hypnotic trance far more nimbly than Flame, it took him time to undo all of the clasps.  The rabbit-wolf grunted as he pulled down his black leather pants and tossed them aside carelessly.  Like Flame, his clothes disintegrated as soon as they left his hands.  Strabi’s cock did not bounce up quite as enthusiastically as Flame’s, but it twitched violently and sent a sticky spurt of clear pre onto the grass.  Strabi’s cock was mostly humanoid, but for a bulbous canine knot near the bottom of his shaft, snug against his sheath.  His penis was a little shorter than Flame’s, but a little thicker.  Even through his trance, Strabi was clearly comparing himself to the other boy, looking vaguely annoyed to see that Flame was longer.  However, Strabi seemed to take some consolation upon seeing that his testicles were larger; coconuts compared to Flame’s grapefruits.


Wizard had the easiest time disrobing.  All he had to do was unclasp his cape, remove his hat, boots, and gloves, and then unzip and step out of his suit.  Wizard’s clothes evaporated behind him as he stood, putting himself on display as he had been commanded.  Wizard’s body was gray-skinned, marked with lines of stitches all over, seemingly randomly.  His build was surprisingly lanky, even scrawny until one looked closer.  Yes, his limbs were thin, but they possessed a wiry, lithe strength.  His pectoral muscles were defined, even if he did not possess anything resembling six-pack abdominals.  His figure was boyish, but hidden under the youth was clear strength.


That said, Wizard's endowment ended the competition between Strabi and Flame rather definitively.  Longer than Flame by several inches and thicker than Strabi, his penis stood out from his hips with the rigidity of a titanium rod.  A line of cross-stitches ran up either side of the shaft.  The head was a deep shade of royal purple, hiding under a dark grey foreskin.  Later, after coming to their senses, both Flame and Strabi spent literal days trying to figure out where Wizard hid that monster without a sheath like theirs, and how he fit it in his pants without it showing.


Bastemon squealed in delight at the sight of the boys, “Oh my my!  Such wonderfully endowed boys!  You Defenders are a virile bunch, aren’t ya?  And the two of you are gonna be ladykillers!”


She strolled up to Strabi and Flame, wrapping her claws around their swollen members.  They gasped and threw their heads back almost in unison as she trailed her index claws around their tips. 


“You two CAN’T be more than nine cycles old, and you’re both pushing more than a foot?” she asked, purring as she squeezed them tight, making them squirm.  She tugged on them, peeling back their foreskins to expose their swollen glans, as the boys moaned and shivered.


“Oooh, I can’t wait to teach you two how to dance.  You’ll be excellent backup dancers for my videos…” she purred, leaning down to flick her rough tongue across each of their tips.  Her raspy feline tastebuds slid across their pulsing flesh, making the two hypnotized boys tremble in delight.


Bastemon stood back up, turning her attention to Wizard, “...My, my, so handsome, so mysterious… and oh, my lord, so BIG!!!” 


Wizard’s eyes shimmered with prismatic color, his gaze unfocused, his expression completely blank.  His only response was, “...Obey…”


She reached down, sliding her claws up Wizard’s swollen penis, tickling his grey flesh.  His member gave an enormous throb, expanding and contracting visibly, as it lurched up and down a few inches.  A marble-sized droplet of clear fluid leaked from the uncut head, beading at the fist-sized tip for a moment before spilling down.


“I’ll have to think up an appropriate ‘will-they-won’t-they’ plot for us.  The fans will eat that up,” she whispered conspiratorially to him, grinning ferally, as she reached down to cup his enormous testicles, feeling the dense, churning orbs.  She bit her lower lip, squeezing her furry thighs together in unbridled lust as her own erection gave a sticky squirt of precum.  The warm, clear syrup struck the elfin Digimon’s left cheek, but he gave no sign he even noticed as it dribbled down towards his neck.


Leaving Wizard to throb needily, Bastemon walked over to Meicoo and BlackGato.  She smiled, showing off her fangs.


“Oh, Gennai, so CYUUUUTE!  Kawaiiiii~” she squealed, dropping to her knees before the two girls, “Ooh, kittens.  So innocent, so big-eyed, so fluffy!  I remember when I was a little Mikemon just like you two.  I’ll be your new big sister, and I’ll teach you ALL sorts of fun things.  OH! IDEA!  Educational videos for kiddies!  New market!  Make a note of that!”


The floating camera sphere gave a bland beep in reply.  At the mention of the words “big sister,” BlackGato’s left ear gave a flick, her tassels swaying for a moment.  A glint appeared in her eyes momentarily, but was gone by the time Bastemon turned her attention back.


Bastemon reached down and caressed BlackGato and Meicoo’s vulvas, sliding her claw-tips around the little pink buttons of their clitorises.  The two children moaned, feeling jolts of pleasure rush through their loins and up their spines at the touch. The older feline woman grinned, reaching up to grasp their penises, giving them a firm stroke.


“Oh, you two are gonna give me soooo many views and subscriptions.  And the merchandise opportunities!” she giggled, “Stuffed plushies of you two for starters, but the big bucks will come from when I get molds made of your big ol’ pee-pees and your tight lil’ cunnies to be made into adult toys!”


She moved on from the two kittens, leaving them to stare blankly into space, as she moved on to Heriss and Cute.  Heriss looked stunned, her eyes wide and shimmering with spectral energy, her jaw hanging open as a little drool ran down the corner of her mouth. 


Cute looked… 


…oddly, while her eyes clearly glittered with the rainbow colors of hypnotic power, her expression was pretty much the same as it was when she was awake and aware.  The only real difference was she wasn’t bobbing her head to the music blasting from her headphones, and merely standing still and idle.


“Mmm. As for you two…” Bastemon purred.  She reached down and caressed Heriss’s cleft, rubbing back and forth slowly, before slipping a finger into the little girl’s warm, wet depths.  Heriss moaned, rocking her hips forward involuntarily.  Bastemon thrust in a few times, curling her finger around and wiggling it back and forth just to watch the girl squirm.  The hedgehog’s body shuddered as she whimpered, her knees looking like they were going to buckle.  She pulled her finger out and shook it.  The digit was tickling and tingling oddly, particularly where the girl’s feminine nectar had touched.  


She gently slid her other hand around Cute’s clitoris, tickling her.  The reaction was immediate and surprising.  The rabbit grunted in a rather un-girlish manner, arched her back and began to shudder from head to toe, her entire body convulsing.  Her hips thrust involuntarily, a repeated spatter of liquid sprinkling from her little quim.  She huffed and panted, calming down after a few moments.


“Uh… Were you just on a hair-trigger there, or…?” Bastemon asked, curious.


“No.  It’s the Cutemon species sexual attribute,” Cute explained, her voice even flatter and more monotone than usual, “We get the tinglies and clenchies the entire time we have sex.”


“Lucky,” Bastemon chuckled.  That wasn’t uncommon at all.  Many Digimon species had interesting physical adaptations to improve and encourage sexual intercourse.  The Gatomon-like species (Gatomon, Mikemon, Meicoomon… and Bastemon assumed that the weirdly colored BlackGatomon cub was no exception) generally had extremely powerful orgasms; Agumon had hot penises and semen; Gabumon had cold penises and semen; and so on and so forth. With so many different Digimon species (and more being discovered regularly), it was hard to keep up with who could do what.


Bastemon assumed that the tingly juices were Herissmon’s particular sexual gift, likewise.


“Well, the two of you will definitely brighten up my streams…  Maybe I’ll even open an OnlyMons account, just for the two of you.  Lord knows how many perverts out there would love to see a pair of cute, very young Digimon getting it on for their pleasure… and money,” she said greedily.


To this, there wasn’t any real reply. It wasn’t a command or a question, and so Heriss and Cute ignored it, drifting in their trances.


“...obey…” they murmured softly, still gazing off into the distance.


Bastemon smirked and walked to the center of the backyard, her tails swishing mischievously.  Her wide felinoid hips swayed, drawing the Defenders’ eyes to it involuntarily.  She turned around to face the seven hypnotized Digimon, and looked up at the floating camera.


“Ooooookay!!!  We’re gonna call this your audition tape!” she said, clapping her hands eagerly as she bounced up and down on the balls of her long, digitigrade paws.


“You and you!” she pointed at Flame and Cute, “Put her in the grass over there, stick your big throbbing man-meat in her and lemme see what you’ve got!”


“...Have sex with Cute…” echoed Flame numbly, eschewing Bastemon’s much less dignified terminology.  


“Hump Flame’s brains out…” murmured Cute, apparently taking her own interpretation of the command.  The little rabbit girl turned and shuffled like a sleepwalker over to the place that Bastemon had pointed at.  She sat down in the grass and leaned back, spreading her legs wide.  Her little chubby pink-furred muff was on full display, her little clit stand out as a little rosebud, a slightly deeper pink than the rest of her body.  

The sight made Flame’s erection pulse, somehow feeling even harder than before.  He wasn’t exactly a virgin; few Digimon were after they Digivolved to Rookie, which tended to happen at a fairly young age.  The fact that Rookie-stage Digimon tended to be the first form to possess genitalia of any sort was not coincidental.  


That said, Flame wasn’t exactly experienced either.  The sight of the rabbit’s puffy vulva was a fairly rare one for him.  His face flushed, more steam flowing from his body as he dropped to his knees before her.  He gripped his penis by the sheath, feeling it pulse in his firm grip as he shuffled forward.


He gasped as his uncut glans made contact with her soft, fuzzy muff, missing her entrance the first two times and sliding along her thighs.  The third time, he hit the target and moaned as he began to sink inside. His first impressions were of incredible tightness, heat that almost put his own to shame, and wetness.  


His second impression of was off sky and ground inverting, wind rushing past his face.  He went flying through the air onto his back as Cute convulsed under him hard enough to buck him clean off over her head as she made weird monotone moans and grunts.  He landed with a thud, though not nearly hard enough to jolt him from his trance.


Bastemon was singularly unimpressed, rolling her eyes, “...Get back on that horse, kiddo.  Ride ‘em cowboy an’ all of that.”

Flame picked himself off the grass, brushing himself off, before shuffling back into place. He waited until Cute’s orgasm came to a close, which only took a few seconds.  Her hips came back to rest and she panted, staring up at the blue circuit-marked sky above, glassy-eyed.
 
His second attempt at penetration went a little better, as he braced himself and gripped tightly onto the little bunny’s hips.  With a firm shove, thirteen inches of swollen, thick flesh plunged back into Cute.  As before, she instantly began to convulse, whining and moaning as her orgasm triggered.  Her inner walls quaked around his cock, practically pulling his hips forward to envelope his pulsing flesh.  He groaned, and held on tight as he began to buck wildly back against him.  This time he managed to keep his position, grunting as he slid wetly back and forth in her quivering, clenching tunnel.


He barely had to move, as Cute did all the hard work for him, convulsing and bucking wildly under him, thrusting up again and again uncontrollably.  She kept crying and gasping, her inner walls convulsing as she suffered from climax after climax, unable to stop as her body spasmed entirely on its own.


Bastemon turned her attention to the others, pointing at BlackGato, Meicoo, and Strabi, “Okeydokeylokey, you three?  Form a train against that tree!  Chugga, chugga, choo-choo!”

The three children stared blankly back at her, apparently unable to figure out what that was supposed to mean.  Bastemon sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose above her veil.


“Wolf-boy?  You put your cock into DNA-Kitty with the twisty tassels. DNA-Kitty, you put YOUR cock into the weird photonegative Gatomon,” she commanded.  This seemed to register a bit better in the kids’ empty heads.


BlackGato shuffled over to the tree, climbing up onto a root to get a bit higher, before bending over and lifting her long, ropelike tail high into the air. She planted her palms against the trunk, arms held straight out, elbows locked. Her six-inch member hung down between her thighs, spilling sticky dribbles of clear fluid into the grass.  It wasn’t particularly large by Digimon standards, but compared to her tiny body-size, it was huge.


Meicoo moved behind her, staring somewhere off into the middle distance, her mismatched eyes unfocused.  Her paws gripped her little sister’s waist gently, as she moved forward, pushing her own rock-hard nine-inch member towards the toddler’s muff.  With a firm shove, both girls gasped and moaned, as hard flesh sank into soft, wet, accepting flesh.  As soon as her furry hips met BlackGato’s, she lifted her own helix-tail high, staring at the tree trunk over her sister’s head.


Strabi stepped up behind Meicoo, gripping her hips in turn.  His penis pulsated, twitching eagerly as he rubbed his uncut helmet against her fuzzy opening.  The purple-furred boy grunted loudly as he pushed into the kitten’s cleft, sinking in inch by inch.  He moaned in a manner far more cute and girly than his gruff persona would suggest, his tail swishing from side to side as he worked himself inside the orange-furred feline.  Just as he was about to press forward one final time, the bulge of his knot shoving up against Meicoo’s petals, a pair of hands gripped his hips and stopped him.


“Uh-uh,” Bastemon chided, “No knotting, yet.  I want you to be able to go a few sessions, and I don’t wanna have to wait a half-hour between rounds. Keep that out of her.”

“...Don’t knot… obey…” Strabi agreed sleepily.


“That’s a good boy,” Bastemon purred, scritching behind his ears like he was a pet, “Now.  Start thrusting.”


“Start thrusting…” Strabi echoed, even as he began to rock his hips back and forth a little. He started slow at first, almost experimentally, just an inch or two to see how Meicoo reacted. When she began to meet him after the first few thrusts, pulling back out of BlackGato a little, then thrusting forward when he pulled back, plunging back into the littlest feline.  BlackGato gave a little yelp as her sister hilted inside her, making the little black kitten’s pink shaft sway beneath her.  


Obedient to the command he was given, Strabi’s thrusts stopped short of pushing his knot inside Meicoo, the fat bulb bumping against her clitoris as it pressed against her opening with each thrust, but never shoved through.  This still allowed him to pump most of his member in and out of Meicoo, his heavy, churning testicles slapping against the back of her thighs.  


Meicoo, in turn, was gasping and moaning, the ‘meat’ in the sandwich between Strabi and BlackGato. As the canine’s cock pistoned in and out of her furry muff, picking up speed and force as he gained confidence; she did much the same to her little sister.  Her hips slapped against BlackGato’s rear, her own pulsing flesh sliding smoothly in and out of the kitten’s clenching walls.


As for BlackGato, she had little to do other than continue to brace herself against the tree, arms locked out.  She had to bear the force of Strabi and Meicoo’s thrusts, both sending jolts through her little form. Her member throbbed, drooling a steady stream of clear syrup onto the grass, a puddle of precum rapidly growing.  She possessed neither the balance nor the willpower to reach down and stroke it, and so it pulsed needily, the head swollen under its foreskin as it oozed and spurted.


Satisfied that the three trainee Defenders needed no further instructions, Bastemon turned her attention to the last two, Herissmon and Wizardmon, who stood where they had been along along, swaying on their feet mindlessly. 


“Mmm.  As for you two…  You get your big treat early.  You get to audition with me directly!” Bastemon giggled, “Isn’t that great?  Cheer for it.”

“Yayyy…” droned both Heriss and Wizard with the typical lack of enthusiasm for someone in a deep hypnotic trance.  Bastemon did not seem to care that their applause was monotone and sleepy, just that they were applauding to begin with.


“Yes, yes, I AM the kindest and greatest entertainer there is,” she said with a complete lack of irony, “Now, you, short-dark-and-handsome?  C’mere and give me what you’ve got.”


“Obey…” mumbled Wizard, stumbling forward with the cadence of a zombie or sleepwalker.  His penis swayed pendulously from side to side, his heavy balls jiggling with every step.  He was over a foot shorter than Bastemon, but his member was as large as hers.  The hypnotized elfin Digimon wasted little time.  Bastemon was more than ready for him, and sat back, spreading her legs wide.  He knelt between her leopard-like thighs, staring at her drenched furry pussy. 


It was with little drama that Wizard knelt down and mounted the beast-woman. He grunted softly as inch after inch of grey-skinned flesh sank into her, the stitches along the sides tickling her as they slid along.  She moaned in delight, her emotions unrestrained by a trance unlike the rest.  She lifted her hips back against him, groaning in pleasure as she pulled the grey-skinned elf forward, burying his face in her ample cleavage.


Wizard, for his part, seemed to take little enjoyment from his time in marshmallow hell, staring somewhere beyond her chest with prismatic-whirling eyes.  He dutifully began to pump his hips, his grunts muffled by her mammaries as he worked, using the full length of his shaft to drive into her.   Her cock was trapped between her taut stomach and his, rubbing back and forth, leaving a sticky streak on his pecs.


She released him after a few more thrusts, allowing him to draw in a whooping gasp of air, half-suffocated.  Despite the coughs wracking him as he filled his lungs, he somehow managed to keep his rhythm, pumping his hips steadily.  


Bastemon glanced over at Heriss.  The hedgehog girl was still standing numbly, awaiting a command. Heriss’ bright cyan eyes shimmered with rainbow light as she shivered, her hips twitching. The white and yellow-quilled kid’s pink nipples were poking through the fur of her chest, rock hard. Her vulva was on full display between her inner thighs, the fuzz matted down with her nectar.


“C’mere, kid,” Bastemon purred.  It took her repeating it three more times in increasingly louder and annoyed tones of voice before Heriss finally realized that Bastemon was talking to her.


Once Heriss had finally ambled over to her side, Bastemon reached out, gripped the girl by her waist and lifted her up into the air.  With little preamble, she dropped Heriss into her lap, her large, throbbing shaft plunging deep inside the hedgehog’s cleft.  Heriss gave a sound that managed to both be a surprised squeal and a sleepy moan at the same time as her inner walls stretched wide around the invader.  There was actually a visible bulge in her tummy as Bastemon’s cock sank down into her.


“Start bouncing,” Bastemon commanded.

“Obey… start bouncing… obey…” Heriss mumbled as she began to lift herself up and drop back down in Bastemon’s lap, gasping as the hot, throbbing shaft slid inside her, stimulating the sensitive nerve endings within. Bastemon gasped at the sensation herself; her entire penis began to tingle and tickle as the hedgehog’s fluids coated it.  Electric-type Digimon tended to have tingling or sparking fluids (Tentomon were notorious for having tazer-like shocks), and Heriss was no exception.  The electric hedgehog’s honey was considerably more gentle than a Tentomon’s fluids; a gentle, warm tingle that made Bastemon’s cock lurch and spasm. 


Heriss stared dully at Bastemon’s chest, watching as the beast-woman’s large breasts bounced and jiggled delectably right at eye-level; the wobbling mammaries lulling the little girl deeper into her trance.  Her rear end struck Bastemon’s furry thighs again and again as she rode the beast-lady’s throbbing pole, rubbing her tummy involuntarily as she felt the bulge of Bastemon’s cock traveling up and down.


“Ah, yeahhh…  This is going better than I thought.  I may not have gotten Gatomon…  I wanted to show her my big ol’ cock that I got to be like her! But… Oooh!  I’ve got a whole collection of little Defenders to play with…” moaned Bastemon happily, not caring that her audience was too addled to listen or respond.  She rocked her hips firm and hard back against Wizard and Heriss, jolting both of them again and again as the air was filled with the wet slap of loud coitus.


Flame groaned and huffed as he drove his hips down into the Cute.  He was literally steaming, his sweat evaporating off his body as his flaming tail swished back and forth, flaring.  It was taking all of his effort to handle Cute as she writhed under him, her incessant, repeated orgasms seeming to blend together into one. Her inner muscles were clenching and spasming, pulling him in every time he pulled out. His precum was drenching her, his cock pulsing and twitching hard as he bit his lip. 

He couldn’t stop it.  He couldn’t hold back.  Not with Cutemon’s squeals filling his ears, not with her pussy squeezing him constantly, not with his mind so empty.


He buried himself to the hilt, his balls pressed against her rear end.  Throwing his head back, he roared in delight (nowhere near as impressive a noise as implied), sending a seven-foot streamer of orange flame billowing from his open mouth into the air.  His pelvic muscles tightened as his cock gave an enormous lurch. Pleasure rushed up his spine and boiling pressure rushed up his shaft.


A massive jet of hot, gooey red-orange liquid erupted from his member, flooding Cute’s immature womb.  She yelped as the scalding semen blasted into her deepest depths, filling her rapidly.  It didn’t come in squirts or jets or bursts; it was a single ongoing hose-like spray of fluid.  The lion-like boy and the rabbit girl moaned and whimpered together, locked in climactic joy as their hips pumped and thrust together uncontrollably.


“Ahhh!  Nnnf… Oooohh…” moaned Flame as he felt his penis pulsating, pumping spunk into warm, tight wetness.  His groans were more emotive than Cute’s, though (much to his embarrassment later) somewhat as girly. He overflowed Cute after a few moments, his semen backwashing out over his pelvis and running down his thighs. The little rabbit stared up at the sky, her pussy milking him as her stomach began to swell outward, the sheer amount of fluid making her look as if she had eaten a large meal.


He wasn’t the only one beginning to ejaculate; BlackGato gave a mewl of ecstasy.  She whimpered, her inner muscles clamping down tightly on her big sister’s cock.  The toddler kitten’s body shuddered, her head thrown back as her penis began to jerk violently.  Without ever once touching her five-inch length, it began to fire ropy gushes of bioluminescent white liquid against the tree-trunk.  The milky white gel shimmered and glowed faintly red, even as it spilled down the bark of the oak in messy rivers, soaking into the grass and dirt at its roots.  Her bright, vibrant green eyes were half-shut as she trembled, her empty mind and young body overwhelmed by sensations too powerful for it to comprehend fully.


Despite appearing three or four cycles old (leaning towards three), BlackGato was really just about a year old.  Her first real orgasm, discounting nocturnal emissions, had only been two months previously, during her very first sex ed lesson with her big sister Gato, her boyfriends, and uncle Agu and Gabu.  It was still a very new and novel experience for her to feel her cock spasming, spurting massive, long gushes of glutinous liquid all on its own; while her little cunny clenched and squeezed rhythmically, even if nothing was inside her; all while massive jolts of utter, unbelievable pleasure wracked her body.


And then it got better as Meicoo echoed her yowl, burying herself to the hilt inside BlackGato’s pussy.  BlackGato felt her sister’s penis give an enormous twitch inside her.  Then came the warm, squishy sensation flooding her core, filling her immature womb with semen.  Meicoo shuddered, pumping her hips in time with her ejaculations, driving each one deep inside.  BlackGato heard Strabi give a strangled noise as her sister began to squeeze him with a vice-like grip, her body writhing against his. BlackGato moaned, delighting in the feeling of her sister’s orgasm as much as her own.


Like Flame and Cute before her, it didn’t take too long for Meicoo to overflow BlackGato.  Milky white liquid poured back out of the ebony feline’s pussy, splashing onto the grass. The viscous fluid, like BlackGato’s, glowed with mild bioluminescence, though Meicoo’s semen shimmered green.  It ran down the backs of BlackGato’s legs, spilling over Meicoo’s crotch to cover her own vulva.


Like dominos falling, Meicoo’s orgasm set off Strabi. The rabbit-wolf grunted repeatedly, with increasing volume as he thrust his hips home into Meicoo’s muff several more times.  His body shook, his large testicles drawing tight to the base of his cock.  His knot swelled up, ballooning to nearly three times its original size.  Thankfully, Strabi had managed to keep control of himself and obey Bastemon’s command, avoiding pushing the bulb into Meicoo’s cleft, which would have locked him inside her.  His knot instead bashed against her vulva, unable to penetrate due to its engorged girth.


“Arrrrghhhh!!!” Strabi groaned, his cock jerking violently as his balls churned.  Thick, hot jets of spunk blasted from his uncut glans, splattering Meicoo’s cervix, spilling into her womb.  Meicoo gasped, arching her spine as her fluffy, helix-tipped tail flicked up and down with the boy’s spurts, making her tremble.  The hypnotized purple-furred wolf moaned, bucking wildly as he felt the burning, delightful ache rush up his penis.  Thick, milky purple goo overflowed Meicoo, his orgasm just as voluminous as the other kids’.


“Ooh.  Not just BIG.  Virile too!” marveled Bastemon, watching the children climax wildly, “I should have done this ages ago…”


Wizard grunted, his hips slamming forward against hers as his swollen log of flesh pulsated.  His shaggy mane of blonde hair swayed with each thrust, barely covering his bare, lithe rear end.  Already, his large grey testicles were beginning to tighten.  Bastemon gyrated back against him, her vaginal muscles gripping him tight, milking him for what he could give.  


“Come on, come on, hurry up!  The others are gushing already, and I wanna keep up with ‘em!” Bastemon urged.


“...Hurry up…” echoed Wizard, empty-headed.  Bastemon, ignorant of Wizard’s anatomical idiosyncracies, had no idea what the command would do.  She thought it’d cause him to pick up the pace and thrust faster. Wizard interpreted it differently.


He clenched his pelvic muscles tight, activating a subprotocol in his program. With one last shove forward, he groaned in strained ecstasy as he instantly began to ejaculate. Bastemon yelped, not ready for the sudden gush of thick spunk that flooded her. The mind-controlled elf climaxed on command, his body shuddering as he erupted again and again, gripped in unstoppable pleasure.


“Whoa!  Nnnf!  That was… definitely h-hurrying!” Bastemon gasped, tilting to the side to get a better look around Heriss as she continued to bounce and pump in the leopard-woman’s lap, mindlessly obeying the command she was given.  Bastemon watched, licking her lips, actually able to see Wizard’s large, coconut-sized testicles lurching and twitching as they pumped what appeared to be liquid midnight into her.  Wizard’s semen was a deep blue, with little white glowing flecks through it, looking like he was ejaculating large jets of the night sky into her.  


“Ah!  Wahh!!  Awahwahhhhh!!!” yelped Heriss, her electric blue eyes rolling up in her head.   She joined her teacher in climax, her inner walls convulsing and clamping down upon Bastemon’s cock.  She writhed in Bastemon’s ample lap, thrashing uncontrollably as her entire body went into seizure.  More importantly, her tingling liquids cascaded down the woman’s swollen, pulsing member, stimulating every inch of flesh.  Heriss’ juices trickled down over Bastemon’s vulva, spilling onto her clitoris.


The jolt of pleasure that rushed through Bastemon was too much to handle. She gave a loud, high pitched screech, her eyes rolling up in her head as the pressure in her loins built to a crescendo. She arched her back HARD, nearly throwing Wizard off, and making Heriss give a very undignified series of strangled “eeep!” noises as Bastemon’s fist-sized glans bottomed out inside the hedgehog. 


As undignified as Heriss was, it paled in comparison to Bastemon’s orgasm. As she ejaculated with almost painful force inside the white-quilled girl, her pussy clamping down with vise-like force upon the grey elf’s spraying cock, Bastemon’s face was a panoply of ecstatic pleasure.  It was hard to tell if she was playing it up for the holocamera or actually climaxing THAT hard, but the succession of “O-faces” she pulled twisted her half-veiled face into grotesque grimaces and obscene tongue-waggling sneers.


She yowled as she bucked hard, her hips lifting off the grass a full foot again and again, spearing Heriss’s pussy deep.  Her milky cum poured back out of the little hedgehog in wet, sticky torrents, drenching Bastemon’s own fur before running off into the grass.  Her inner walls clenched and rippled around Wizard’s member, practically squeezing the spunk out of him as it rushed up his flesh.


The eight Digimon writhed and moaned, each caught in the grip of their ecstasy, seven of them mindless and blissful as they climaxed hard. The moans and glutinous splatter of fluid almost drowned out the crackling of fire nearby.  Minutes passed with those sounds echoing through the backyard and into the town where the citizens remained on the ground unconscious.


As Bastemon sagged back, panting for breath, even as Heriss and Wizard continued to pump their hips (never having been commanded to stop), she grinned up at her floating camera orb.


“Not bad for a first take. But let’s see what we can do for a montage.  Make a note for music to set it to.  Maybe ‘Baby’ by Bieber or ‘Friday’ by Black?, or… given that they’re all hypnotized, ‘Blurred Lines?’” Bastemon said, smirking.  The camera gave a little bleep of acknowledgment.


“Now… Round two!”


****
Bastemon continued to experiment, taking turns with each of the Rookie Squad.  She rode Meicoo’s cock, bouncing up and down on the child’s hips while she pumped Strabi and Flame’s members in her clawed hands.  She turned back and forth between them, suckling and slurping loudly at their glanses in turn, rasping the sensitive flesh with her rough tongue.  She gulped loudly and lasciviously, taking no efforts to even show an ounce of shame as red-orange and purple semen drenched her tastebuds, spilling down her chin and over her breasts, soaking her crimson hair and leopard-spotted fur.


Everyone got a turn with Cute, driving into the rabbit as she climaxed wildly and uncontrollably, flooding her with quart after quart of gloopy spunk.  Her stomach, originally flat and trim, was growing out larger and larger with each enormous load that distended her womb.


BlackGato got passed back and forth like a toy, mewling in pleasure as her partners used her in whatever way they had been commanded, passive and 


The camera flitted from side to side, trying to get as many shots from as many angles as possible. It zoomed in on pulsing cocks, quivering pussies, faces contorted in pleasure, splatters of multicolored and glowing semen everywhere.


All the while, the Defenders remained mindless, unable to resist or even consider disobeying the perverted commands of the leopard belly dancer Digimon.




****

An hour later, and the Defenders were still going at it at Bastemon’s command.


Fur and skin splattered with multicolored semen, they continued to follow the feline belly-dancer’s commands, showing no signs of exhaustion or resistance to her control. She had them pair up and trade off at her whim, sometimes in mid-coitus, as soon as she got bored with watching.  


At this moment, BlackGato found herself pumping her hips eagerly against Cute, plunging her swollen flesh into the rabbit’s convulsing pussy with a loud, wet, repeated squelching noise.  Cute’s fuzzy stomach was distended, her womb overstuffed with semen from all of her teammates sans BlackGato’s.  Everyone had taken their turn with her (except Heriss, who did not possess a penis to do so), and Cute had been climaxing wildly the entire time.  


“Unf unf unf…” grunted BlackGato, huffing as her little rear end tensed with each thrust.  She could feel the funny pressure in her loins, the sensation like a volcano hidden somewhere in her tummy about to erupt.  


<BlackGato…>


The ebon cat shivered, burying herself deep in Cute, shuddering as a particularly large jet of precum spurted from her tip.  Her long tail thrashed behind her, the silver ring clinking and chiming as she panted with the effort.  Cute was thrashing under her. Unlike Flame and Strabi, who had both had significant trouble pumping into her with her spasms, BlackGato was handling it okay.  Being a Champion, BlackGato was actually quite a bit stronger than Cute, even if she was considerably smaller in size.  She was able to pin Cute’s hips down and thrust properly… if awkwardly.  No amount of strength could make up for the little child’s inexperience at sex.

<BlackGato… Snap out of it!>


BlackGato flicked an ear at the voice in her head. Well… It wasn’t REALLY a voice exactly. It would have been impossible to describe in words.  It was more like the memory of a voice, speaking without words, but in instinct.


BlackGato ignored it.  She did not WANT to snap out of it.  She had watched Bastemon dance, and all her thoughts just vanished behind a delightful, warm, cozy haze. It was kinda like when Gato made her eyes all glowy and BlackGato just lost all sense of everything and just did whatever Gato told her, because it felt good to do what she was told.  But different, but similar and…


BlackGato forgot whatever fragment of thought she had.  She moaned, delighting as her penis pulsated, firing its milky goo into Cute’s clenching little cunny, flooding her tummy.  Her hips thrust in time with the pulsing pleasure radiating from her loins, her juices soaking her thighs.  She stared off into space dreamily, her tail lashing in time with her ejaculations, her…


<BlackGato. You must wake up.>


That voice-that-wasn’t-a-voice again. BlackGato almost tried to figure out where it was coming from, but she got distracted by a much more powerful and more REAL voice ringing in her ears.


“Come here, cutie.  It’s your turn to learn what it’s like to be a star with Ms. Baste,” the husky voice said.  Its words rang through the empty depths of her skull, instantly wiping away the voice-that-wasn’t-a-voice like it was never there. The words echoed again and again, driving away anything but the order it contained.  BlackGato would obey.  She wanted to obey.  Obeying felt really good.


BlackGato grunted, pulling her cock free from Cute’s pussy.  She groaned, slinging a few more ropes of white fluid that shimmered crimson onto Cute’s face.  The little bunny took the shots with barely a hint of a flinch, the goo spilling down her fluffy cheeks.  She might have found it funny how round the rabbit’s tummy was, bulging out like a beach ball and sloshing with all the spunk inside her, but she wasn’t capable of finding anything funny at the moment.  The fog in her head, the sleepy daze, just made anything other than contentment impossible.  


She turned and shuffled towards Bastemon, her erect penis leading the way, leaking a trail of fluid on the grass.  She barely took notice of Wizard pumping his enormous cock into Meicoo’s tiny pussy, stretching it to its absolute limits. Nor did she take anything but the barest hint of awareness of Heriss spitroasted between Flame and Strabi.  As she walked past, Strabi’s fat, swollen knot slipped past the hedgehog girl’s lower lips with a “pop.” Flame was flooding her mouth with red-orange fluid that looked like lava as it spilled down her chin onto the grass. 


Bastemon patted her lap, her swollen member sticking straight up, waiting for BlackGato’s attention.  The little ebon kitten was incapable of focusing on anything else as she toddled forward, marching with a sleepwalker’s cadence.

She climbed into Bastemon’s furry lap, like a human child would into a Mall Santa’s, staring at the pulsating rod in front of her.  It was almost as long as her entire torso, and easily as thick as her forearm.  


“Put that cute pink tongue of yours to use.  Lick and suck my cock,” commanded Bastemon.  The words filled BlackGato’s skull, echoing again and again.  They became her purpose, her only thought.  


“...Lick and suck your pee-pee,” agreed BlackGato sleepily, confirming she understood the order.

She wrapped both of her gloved paws around the massive member, unable to properly close both hands around its girth.  She could feel the veins protruding from the sides of the phallus pulsing against her palms, pumping blood through the rigid shaft.  BlackGato leaned forward, opening her mouth wide as the uncut purplish knob of Bastemon’s cock drew her entire focus, demanding her attention. 


Her little pink tongue met and rasped across the sensitive flesh, and Bastemon moaned in delight.  Encouraged by the reaction, BlackGato began to slurp at the swollen helmet, sliding her rough kitten tongue along the engorged glans. It throbbed back against her, so large that she could not properly close her mouth around it, having to resort to suckling at bits of it like it was a very large lollipop or ice cream cone.


<BG. She’s going to hurt your friends. Your sister.>


THAT got the minimal attention BlackGato was capable of. Not only did the voice-that-wasn’t-a-voice call her BG, but its plea about her friends and sister…  She frowned, even as her tongue rasped around Bastemon’s glans, licking under the foreskin, listening to the woman moan in delight.  Her gloved paws pumped up and down the pulsing shaft, feeling it throb hard.


Something about stroking that penis, as fun as it was… didn’t feel right.  Something was off. And BlackGato’s sense of utter contentment, of dazed sleepiness… wavered a little.


“That’s it, sweetie.  Up and down, up and down, just like that,” moaned Bastemon, drawing BlackGato’s attention back, “Mmm.  You’ve got talented paws for someone so adorable and young…”


“Up and down.  Up and down…” echoed BlackGato, following instructions dutifully.  Bastemon seemed to find that particularly adorable and arousing, because her penis gave a pronounced throb, and a very large jet of clear fluid splashed right between Gato’s eyes.  It splattered onto the bridge of BlackGato’s muzzle, forcing her to close her eyes as it soaked her facial fur, drenching her whiskers. 


Her paws slid up and down the shaft, having to pump the rigid length like it was a butter churn, using her entire arm length to stroke.  She was so small compared to Bastemon that it was the only feasible way to make sure her little fingers caressed every inch of it.  


She continued to lick and slurp at Bastemon’s head, pausing every so often to swallow the copious dribble of sweet precum that spilled into her mouth.  She breathed heavily through her nose, panting with the effort of what she was doing. It was hard work, and BlackGato was starting to get tired from all of the activity she had been doing; fighting and sex were both exhausting, intensive physical exercise.


<You need to fight her influence, BG.  It feels good to just drift and obey, but you know you’re in danger. Your friends are in danger.>


The barest hint of a frown tugged down at the corners of BlackGato’s muzzle.  The voice-that-wasn’t-a-voice was disturbing her contentment.  Something that was almost a thought flitted through the depths of her empty head.  A query, not exactly a full question.  What was she supposed to do?


The immediate answer, which came from her externally imposed hypnotic trance, rather than from within some subconscious depths of her mind, was to continue to obey.


“Uhhh.  UHHHH….” grunted Bastemon wordlessly, beginning to buck her hips up against BlackGato.  The kitten riding her lap did not particularly enjoy this; she felt like she were on a ship in stormy oceans, rising up and down.  She had no choice but to ignore the motion sickness, continuing to caress and lick at the twitching, oozing penis that was the entire focus of her mind.


BlackGato’s own cock was equally hard, also dribbling in her lap.  It went ignored as she worked, but her arousal ached.  Her pussy felt empty and needy, her own hips trembling. 


“Hnnn… Get ready, kitty-witty-cutie-wootie. Ready for your gushy-wushy milky-milk?” Bastemon huffed.  Even through her trance, BlackGato could not help but wince at the cutesy talk.


“Good.  Because you’re about to get all you can possibly drink!  HRRRRRGHHHN!!!!!” Bastemon grunted.  BlackGato could actually feel the woman’s urethra spasm, as a massive fountain of white gooey liquid burst from her fat glans and flew nearly ten feet straight up.  It rained down upon her with a drumming splatter, drenching her head-fur, splattering across Bastemon’s own upper body and soaking her breasts.  It ran in rivers down her own cleavage, but in the throes of ecstasy, Bastemon did not seem to care.


The second gush was even more voluminous, drenching BlackGato’s fur until it was a milky shade of grey.  BlackGato barely noticed in the depths of her trance, continuing to squeeze and pump Bastemon’s cock the entire time.  Her fingers worked Bastemon’s foreskin up and down over the purplish, pulsating glans, enjoying the sticky wet squish that the semen-drenched flesh made when she worked it.  She watched in muted, numb fascination as the entire shaft rippled with each shot of spunk.


“Drink, kitty!” commanded Bastemon.


“...Drink…” mumbled BlackGato, leaning forward and opening her mouth over the cumslit.  The blast of spunk flooded her muzzle with shocking force, catching her off-guard. In a fraction of a second, BlackGato’s entire mouth was overflowing with tangy, salty-sweet goo, far too much to possibly swallow safely.  She was forced to let about half of it spill out of her lips, down her chin, running in goopy trails down her chestfur and over her little pink nipples.  Then she swallowed, gulping the semen down. 

She took her place over Bastemon’s penis again, this time a little better prepared as the next fountain erupted forth.  It drummed against her tonsils, striking the back of her throat, and she gulped to try to keep up with the flow, barely tasting it.  She could feel the hot goo in her tummy, sloshing about as she obeyed the command without a thought.


BlackGato lost track of how many ejaculations Bastemon fired into her mouth, one right after the other, long streamers of cum that utterly saturated her fur more than ran down her throat.  Bastemon moaned in rapturous, wanton ecstasy, so much so that BlackGato wondered vaguely through her hypnosis if she was acting it up for the camera.  Even so, the woman was trembling with the force of her orgasm, the jets of semen that didn’t end up over herself or BlackGato striking the leaves of the oak tree above.


“Okay, next one, hold it in your mouth.  Big cheek bulgies, okay?” Bastemon said.  BlackGato echoed her understanding, wincing involuntarily as she repeated the phrase “big cheek bulgies.”  

That said, as Bastemon ejaculated again (groaning exaggeratedly to Gennai and the Digital Gods and Yggdrasil in her pleasure), BlackGato opened her mouth wide and let the fluid drench her tastebuds.  She sat there, like a kid playing with a hose in the summer time, letting the semen flood her mouth, trying to get as much of it as she could.  As commanded, she let her cheeks balloon outward like a chipmunk’s, before pursing her lips tight to keep the liquid from escaping down her fuzzy chin.


Bastemon snapped her fingers at the camera, which zoomed down and began taking shots of BlackGato like that.  The toddler kitten simply stared into space with her mouthful of cum, eyes glassy as the camera zipped this way and that to find the best angles.


Once Bastemon was satisfied, she grinned, “Okay, you can swallow now.”


As BlackGato dutifully swallowed the mouthful of hot, creamy spunk, she frowned again.  The itchy feeling at the back of her head was getting stronger.


<You have to help them.  You’re the only one who can.  But first, you need to wake up.> 


As Bastemon reached down under BlackGato’s armpits and lifted her off the ground like she was nothing more than a little teddy bear, the kitten tilted her head.  She wanted to help her friends.  But she wasn’t sure how to wake up.  It was just… so nice… to drift… and…


<You need to get angry.>


Angry?  BlackGato… vaguely remembered an emotion like that.  But what it felt like was beyond her.  Her head lolled back as Bastemon used her like a toy, rubbing BlackGato’s vulva up and down against her penis. That felt really good, especially when the rigid, hot flesh touched her little clit, sending jolts through her…


<*GET. ANGRY.*>

A feeling like a red hot coal had dropped into the pit of her stomach.  Adrenaline, rushing through her.  A pounding in her ears. Red. Red blood. Red rage.


It wasn’t just a memory of an emotion or instinct now, it was the real thing.  The fog cleared.  The contentment vanished.  BlackGato remembered who she was and where she was and what was happening and what this horrible witch of a woman was doing to the people she liked and loved and….


…She was beyond angry.


As Bastemon prepared to penetrate the tiny toddler kitten, BlackGato’s fist lashed out, punching with all of the shockingly considerable strength her tiny body was capable of.  The blow landed with a satisfying CRACK that lifted Bastemon clean off the ground and sent her flying across the backyard.  BlackGato flipped gracefully, freed from the woman’s grip, and landed on all fours.


She barely touched ground before she launched herself forward, her entire body uncoiling with as much force as she could muster to fling herself through the air.  She pounced on Bastemon, pushing the element of surprise. 

In a straight one-on-one fight, BlackGato would lose.  It was simple mathematics: BlackGato was a Champion, and a VERY small, young, and inexperienced one at that.  In fact, this was her first REAL fight ever in her young life. Bastemon was an Ultimate, and whether she was skilled or unskilled in combat did not matter much at this scale.  If Bastemon got off even a single blow, BlackGato wouldn’t stand a chance.


The voice-that-wasn’t-a-voice gave her the answer: <Don’t let her get off a single blow.>


The voice-that-wasn’t-a-voice filled her head with images.  Pain. Blood. Claws tearing.  Fists pounding.  A sense of elation, of joy in violence.  A sense of purpose in inflicting injury. Delight in suffering.  They were unfamiliar; BlackGato had never hurt a real person in her life, not like THAT…  Yet the images were too REAL to be mere imagination.  More like memories, but… someone ELSE’S memories… 

It fueled BlackGato’s rage, giving her strength she didn’t know she had.  She landed on Bastemon’s chest before the beast-woman could recover, and pounded her fists down on the older Digimon’s face. And again.  And again.  Then one fist at a time, repeating blows, throwing them as fast as she could to keep Bastemon from being able to recover. She was small and weak, even with her Holy Ring, and especially for a Champion, but she was FAST.


Bastemon tried to punch out, but BlackGato leaned aside, the blow whiffing past her cheek.  She punished the Ultimate by socking her in the gut as hard as she could.  She felt the air wheeze out of Bastemon’s lungs.


<Faster.  Harder.  Hurt her.  Hurt her so she can’t hurt anyone else.>


The rapid fire THUD and CRACK of her fist making contact grew even faster and louder.  The blows began to blend into each other, becoming a drumroll as a yowl tore its way from her mouth.  Every time Bastemon tried to move, even twitch, BlackGato just struck even harder, forcing her aching muscles to strain more.

<Protect your friends.  Finish it.>


BlackGato was nearly blind with wrath.  She lifted her right hand and opened it, baring her claws, extending them to their full, razor length.  With a scream she swung down–


And a hand caught her wrist, arresting the blow before it could land.  She heedlessly lashed out, screaming again, but her slash was slapped aside with a backhand.


“BG. It’s over.  It’s okay now.  You can stop.  She’s done,” a gentle, kind voice said.  And suddenly, before BlackGato could lash out again in incoherent rage, she was in an embrace, arms wrapped around her.  Warm arms, holding her just right, just tightly enough.


BlackGato blinked, her pupils shrinking, the wild berserker bloodlust vanishing as suddenly as it came. Wizard was holding her, petting her back gently.  Her face was pressed to his bare chest. While she could feel his half-erect member against her thigh, there was nothing sexual about the embrace. It was kind and gentle and surprisingly warm. 


BlackGato suddenly felt chills down her spine, her entire body shaking.  Where hot rage had been was now an empty sucking void, leaving her trembling uncontrollably as her tensed muscles loosened.


“It’s okay, it’s the adrenaline wearing off.  You’re in mild shock,” Wizard whispered into her ear, “Just take deep breaths.  You’re fine.  You saved us.”

“I-I just… I didn’t…” BlackGato stammered.  She wanted to explain what she had done, and mor importantly why she had done it, but the words fumbled out of her mouth uselessly. The realization of what she just did hit her suddenly and she was horrified. She had to explain, but every time she tried, words wouldn’t form.


“Don’t speak.  Breathe.  In.  Out.  Slow as you can, deep as you can,” Wizard said gently, continuing to rub her back.  BlackGato complied, filling her lungs as slowly as she could, then blowing it out as long as her body could manage.  She instantly felt a little better.

She felt her feet leave the ground again as Wizard picked her up.  She dangled from his grasp as he carried her a short distance, before sitting her down, her back against a tree trunk. 


“Again.  Keep doing it.  Don’t move.  Don’t go anywhere,” Wizard ordered, “When I heard you scream, I woke up, but the others are still out of it.  I’m going to wake up the others.”


He stood up and left her field of view. Any other time, BlackGato might have found herself admiring his bare rear as he walked over to Meicoo, who was currently pumping into Flame’s rear end, while he pumped into Cute.  As he gently pulled BlackGato’s older sister away from the boy and snapped his fingers in her face, BlackGato did as she was told.  She simply sat and breathed.


She looked down.  Her gloves were stained with red, sticky liquid.  It was in her fur in wet streaks. There was a lot less of it than the white, sticky cock-goo, but… it was much, much harder to ignore.


She looked over towards Bastemon.  She got a glimpse of a lot more red, before Meicoo was there in front of her, kneeling and blocking her view. Her sister pulled her into a tight hug, kissing her cheek.

“Hey! You’re okay.  I’m okay too.  You saved us!” Meicoo said, smiling.  She hugged BlackGato tightly.  BlackGato returned the hug, shivering again.  

“B-Bastemon… is… she?” BlackGato managed to ask, her voice quivering as much as the rest of her.  The worry hit her gut like a punch, hurting just as badly as a physical blow.  Bastemon was a bad person, but she didn’t deserve what BlackGato had done.


“You did a number on her, and she’s out for the count.  She’ll spend some time in the hospital, but she’ll be fine before going to jail for quite a few cycles,” said Meicoo, smiling, “Wizard said he’ll call in some other Defenders and the File City Police to come help.  We’re done here.  And boy, am I glad…  What a disaster.”

“...Yeah,” BlackGato agreed, as Meicoo helped her to her feet. The little black kitten was gratified to find that her knees didn’t buckle, and she was able to walk, though a little unsteady.


“Ack! Pull out, please!!!” a voice squeaked, drawing their attention.  Strabi was still hunched over Heriss’ back, and yelping in pain as her quills stiffened, poking into him.  She was straining to pull away from the boy, holding a hand on her distended tummy, but his hips remained tight to hers.


“Owowowowow!!! I CAN’T pull out!  I’m KNOTTED! Cut it out!  You’re gonna turn me into a pincushion!” Strabi yelped, tugging his hips back to illustrate.  Sure enough, his penis remained buried firmly inside Heriss’ muff, unyielding. 


“Pull out!  I’m so fulla your spunk that my tummy feels like it’s gonna burst!” Heriss complained, still trying to scrabble away from the boy.  She only succeeded in dragging him forward by his cock, making him howl in discomfort as he was forced to scoot forward on his knees after her.


“Stop SQUEEZING me, then!  If you keep this up, I’m gonna splurt again, it’s gonna be even WORSE, and then it’s gonna be another half-hour AT LEAST until I go soft enough!” panted Strabi, “It’s not something I can HELP!!!”


A few feet away, Flame looked over Cute, who was still flat on her back, stomach distended like a beach ball, multicolored fluids pouring out between her thighs.  He tilted his head, “...Uh… Cute?  Are… you okay?”

“...Can we do that again? Like… every day?” she asked, her voice just as monotone as usual, but with the faintest hint of a grin on her face, “And I knew I was right about your tattoos.”

Flame looked down, his half-erect genitals still on full display, along with the white patterns adorning them.  His face turned bright red and steam flowed from his body as he tried (ineffectually) to cover himself.


“Okay, guys… The other Defenders and police should be arriving in about forty minutes… Which should give us just enough time to clean up, get clothes on (if you wear ‘em), and pretend that NONE of this happened,” said Wizard, sighing as he approached the team, already manifesting his cloak to cover his nudity, even though he was yet to go soft enough to put his normal suit and vest on.


He glanced over and upward.  The holocamera was still hovering above, dutifully recording everything.  Wizard threw his palm forward, and a bolt of yellow-green light streaked out, struck the floating orb, and detonated it with the force of a small bomb.


“...Hopefully that’ll keep any video evidence of this debacle from finding its way anywhere,” Wizard said, sighing.

“....Uh… Wizardmon, sir?  Have you ever heard of livestreaming?” asked Flame, a large sweatdrop rolling down the side of his head.


“...Wait, what?” Wizardmon asked, a sweatdrop of his own making its way down his face.