The Data Transfer crackled, sending arcs of lightning sparking out, before several Digimon materialized on the transport pad in a flash of light. Gato threw her equipment bag down in frustration, growling loudly. “HEY! You know better, Gato!” growled Agu, picking it back up and handing it back to the feline, “Treat your equipment with respect!” “...This is the seventh time this week that we’ve investigated a missing village. And it’s the seventh time we’ve had NOTHING. No clues. No sign of where they went. They’re just VANISHED,” Gato snarled in frustration, “And Goma said that other bases around the world are seeing the same thing happen.” “It’s certainly a bad situation, but some of that equipment you just tossed costs more than an entire city block in File City,” Goma grumbled from the doorway, his arms crossed, “And frankly, I doubt you have a spare several billion credits sitting around. In fact, I know for a fact you don’t have a penny to your name, since we don’t get paid.” “....Sorry,” Gato sighed, taking the bag back and checking its contents for damage. “It’s Arkadimon,” BlackGato said, peeking around Goma’s side. While the feline had been unofficially instated as a Defender during the Virus incident, she was still officially a prisoner awaiting trial. As such, she was restricted to the base grounds and not allowed on field missions. Goma, however, happily put her to work as a member of his support team in the command center, helping to relay information to field teams. BlackGato, for her part, was delighted to be working and feeling useful, even if her face did not show it. Working with Goma, whom she seemed to consider a friend, was just a bonus. “You say that EVERY time there’s anything strange going on,” Agu complained, putting aside his own equipment pack. “Yeah, but this time I’m right,” BlackGato growled, putting her hands on her hips. “BG, no offense, but if the milk goes bad, you think Arkadimon did it,” sighed Pata, checking the first aid kit he carried with him. He grabbed a spare bandage pack off a supply shelf nearby, placing it inside. “You know what happened to the girl who cried Garurumon, right?” Agu asked, sighing as he finished putting away his equipment and moved to help Gato with hers. “...Considering you’re having sex with one, I’d assume you’d know better than me, but that’s besides the point,” BlackGato retorted coolly, glaring at Agu. The dinosaur snarled in anger, smoke pouring from his nostrils. “Hey, hey, given the tantrum I just threw, I know it makes me a massive hypocrite to say this… but let’s cool off a bit here,” Gato said, stepping between them, “Agu, don’t antagonize a girl who could break you into pieces. BlackGato, don’t insult my dads, thank you very much.” BlackGato and Agu glared at each other for a moment, before both mumbled a soft apology that did not sound completely sincere. “...I’ll settle for at least a lack of open hostility, then,” Gato sighed, “So. What makes you think this is Arkadimon, BG?” “Because… I can FEEL it. It HAS to be it because it fits the pattern!” BlackGato exclaimed. “The pattern only you can see,” Agu remarked, before Gato’s glare quelled him into silence. “Actually, I think she’s right,” Goma said, tapping his foot impatiently, “You guys have been on the ground, we’ve been looking at the data; the big picture. And frankly, none of it fits any crime syndicate, natural disaster, or UNnatural disaster that anyone has encountered since Digimon bothered to keep records.” “Gato and I share this weird empathic link between us because I was made from her data, and we share some of the same code,” BlackGato explained, “And Arkadimon was made from me in a similar way. I don’t exactly have a LINK with it… thankfully… but I can just… FEEL it.” “Even if it’s true, there’s a difference between data and ACTIONABLE data. Even if it IS Arkadimon going out and snatching entire settlements, without some way to predict where it’ll be next, we can’t do much other than react to these vanishings the way we have been,” Goma interjected, sighing as he rested his hands on his hips. “I’ll find it. I’ll find the pattern, I’m sure of it,” BlackGato snarled angrily, stalking out of the room. “Gato, are you sure she’s okay?” Pata asked, sidling up to the feline, looking worried. The white-furred feline sighed and ruffled the boy’s hair affectionately. “She’s frustrated. EXTREMELY frustrated. I’ll just talk to her, okay?” Gato replied, smiling weakly, “Agu, write up the after-action report, please? I’ll trade you a training shift for it.” “Writing up a thirty page report about a whole buncha nothing, or working with the newbies and trying not to get blown up for five hours… Gee, what a lovely choice,” Gato heard Agu grumble as she chased after BlackGato. ****** “BG!” Gato called, bounding on all fours, her tail streaming behind her with her speed. The black feline had stormed right out of the base, having stolen her guards’ handcuffs and locked them to a fence. She snarled, but her pace did not slow as she stomped down the path. Gato caught up, skidding to slow down and walk beside her clone. “I know, I know!!! I made a lot more trouble for myself with what I did to my guards and…” BlackGato ranted, her fangs bared in anger. Gato held up her gloved paws defensively. “Your guards are pissed, yeah, but you didn’t hurt them at all, which is definitely a good thing,” Gato said, gently, “Which paradoxically shows that you have good judgement in making a bad choice.” “I’m not in the mood to joke,” BlackGato growled. “Neither am I,” Gato agreed, “but running out on us isn’t going to help things, even if you just needed to clear your head.” “I’m just…. I left Devidramon due to the…. the guilt. It’s like a gnawing hole in my stomach, Gato. Ever since you helped me learn right from wrong, I think about all the people I’ve killed and hurt, and it kills ME!” BlackGato snarled, tears running down her cheeks, “Arkadimon is killing more people than I ever did, but since I couldn’t kill it when I had the chance, it’s my fault!” “BG…. BlackGato…” Gato murmured. “NO! Don’t try to comfort me!” BG shouted, her voice cracking, “I’m a monster! I’m a murdering freak of nature! I should never have been created! And if it wasn’t for Arkadimon, I should have killed…” “....BlackGatomon,” Gato said, and there was something in the steely calm of her voice that made BlackGato stop in midsentence and look at her. Gato’s blue eyes were narrowed nearly to slits, and her fists were clenched so tightly they were shaking. “Don’t you…. don’t you DARE say another word. I would be dead without you. I’d have been raped to death by my possessed friends and loved ones if you didn’t step in,” Gato said, her voice quiet and cold. “But—” BlackGato tried to interrupt. “I’M SPEAKING NOW!” Gato roared, stunning BlackGato into silence. “I would be dead. All the victims of that cult would be dead. SALAMON would be dead,” Gato listed, continuing as if BlackGato had not interjected, “And the most powerful members of the File Island Defenders would have been mindless minions, killing hundreds or thousands for their demonic master.” “You did not just save me. You saved thousands that day. And you CHOSE to do it,” Gato continued. “I needed your help with Arka—” BlackGato began saying, only for Gato to talk over her again. “During the pandemic, not only did you take my place on the team; but you worked tirelessly to try to save as many civilians as you could. You worked willingly and wholeheartedly with the Defenders, enough that they actually TRUSTED you enough to give you a Brand. I spent the entire time incapacitated in a stasis chamber. That was all YOU.” “And it wasn’t ME who came up with the antivirus. It wasn’t me who came up with a brilliant plan to get the antivirus to the Brain Pillar. It wasn’t me who SAVED THE ENTIRE DIGITAL WORLD. That was all YOU,” Gato said, stepping until her black nose bumped up against BlackGato’s nose. Her blue eyes filled BlackGato’s vision entirely. “And out of all of us, YOU are the one who has been most determined to stop Arkadimon from hurting or killing people. You came to us for the expressed purpose of stopping him from hurting people. You didn’t come to us for personal gain, to get out of trouble, for protection, or any other reason. You said so yourself,” Gato said, her voice dropping to barely a whisper. “I…” BlackGato murmured, tears pouring down her cheeks again. “Yes. You killed people. But you didn’t know better. And the number of people you have SAVED is many times that. I’m not going to say you haven’t done wrong. But since you have been mature enough to realize what you have done, your actions have been nothing but good,” Gato said, pulling her sister into an embrace, gently rubbing her cheek against BlackGato’s, “...And it has all been your choice. You CHOSE to do good. Maybe because of guilt, but it was still the right choice. You are NOT a monster.” “...” BlackGato was silent, her shoulders shuddering as sobs wracked her body. “I don’t care how you were born or what you did while you didn’t know right from wrong. What matters is who you are NOW. And you are a good person, BG,” Gato said gently, placing her hands on BlackGato’s shoulders, “...and the fact that you feel so guilty is proof of that. A monster has no conscience.” “How touching,” interjected a male voice. ******* “Hello, sister. And Gatomon, one of my many progenitors. It is nice to finally speak to you after our first, unfortunate meeting,” the Dorumon said politely, smiling as it walked forward. “...I’m sorry, I don’t know any crazy people who speak like cliched supervillains,” Gato said, staring at the purple-furred beast, “BlackGato, any idea what he’s…” Gato trailed off, surprised at the expression of fury and fear on BlackGato’s face. The ebon-furred feline looked like she did not know whether to run for the hills or immediately kill the Dorumon. “Gato… That’s Arkadimon,” BlackGato said tightly, her voice strained with stress. “...Um… no it’s not. Arkadimon was that slimy sperm-thing, not a purple fluff-ball,” Gato said, frowning. “...That is Arkadimon’s main host. It’s a Dorumon’s body… but it’s Arkadimon’s mind in there,” BlackGato growled, “I explained this already.” “I am Arkadimon. Or a piece of him, at least,” Dorumon replied politely, “You’ve met this host before, Gatomon. Devidramon’s prison?” Gato narrowed her eyes, wracking her memory, before gasping and pointing at him in shock. She exclaimed, “You! You were the prison guard! Or janitor… or both!” “...This body’s former occupant was, yes,” agreed the Dorumon, “but while he is gone, his body serves a greater purpose. He is… shall we say, my chosen ‘spokesman,’ seeing as Father did not gift my main body with the power of speech.” “Y’know, for an oversized version of what usually fills a used condom, you’re pretty chatty,” Gato said, tapping her foot impatiently. “Gato, don’t antagonize him!” BlackGato hissed, her teeth clenched tight. “...You speak of my In-Training form,” said the Dorumon, his eyes locking onto Gatomon, “...Clearly you have been misinformed. I have Digivolved far beyond since last we met.” The ground shook. The air went still, save for a repeated, steady thudding noise. Leaves on the trees nearby trembled. “...Gato, for all my many, many flaws and all my many, many misdeeds… At least I know when to keep my big, fat mouth shut,” BlackGato growled. Whatever retort Gato had planned to say was interrupted by the sudden arrival of what appeared to Gato for a moment as a flying building. It hit the ground hard enough to send both felines flying backward from the shockwave. They gasped and grunted, tumbling along the ground, scratching with their claws to stop themselves. As they clambered to their feet, they realized the immensity of the being they were facing. Even though the size of higher-level Digimon could vary immensely, Arkadimon was enormous. Almost seventy feet tall, the creature towered over Gato and BlackGato. The two girls had to crane their necks just to see his head. It was bipedal, with a hunched, awkward posture. Bony plates of armor coated its body. Gato recoiled in disgust at the visible muscles under the plates. Its enormous feet ended in gigantic blood-red talons that pulverized the ground under them. Its hands could only be described as such if one was being exceedingly charitable; they were a series of enormous red tentacles, each as thick as a tree trunk, mimicking the appearance of fingers. Bony wings jutted from its back, and in the place of feathers there were thousands of crimson tentacles. Its head was an oblong shell, with the same malevolent crimson slits for eyes. A third eye, upright and slitted, bisected the shell. More tendrils formed a crimson mane behind its head, draping down its back. “I believe in common parlance, you would describe this form as ‘Ultimate,’ correct? It is the next step towards my perfection in Mega,” Dorumon stated politely, its demeanor contrasting with the giant beast roaring deafeningly behind it. “...BG, I… uh… I get it now. Why you were concerned,” Gato gasped, backing away. “...Yeah, I figured you would,” BlackGato agreed, wiping a cold sweat from her forehead. “We can’t fight this thing. I need another Defenders Officer to Digivolve, and… geezus, I don’t think Agu’s MetalGreymon would be large enough to handle this. He only pushes fifty feet!” Gato said, her entire body shivering with fear, her fur standing on end. “I am not here to fight. Not yet, dear sister,” Dorumon said, ‘tsk’ing as he stepped forward, his eyes narrowed. “...Then what do you want?” BlackGato snarled, her tail twitching back and forth aggressively. “I suppose you might call this an official declaration of war. Despite my appearance and inability to speak, I am not an animal. It is only polite to state one’s grievances and intentions before beginning aggressions,” Dorumon said, examining his claws lazily. “You still haven’t said what you want. Maybe we can find a peaceful solution to… whatever problems you have,” Gato offered, stepping forward. Dorumon laughed, as did Arkadimon behind him, a loud rumbling that shook the ground and threatened to send Gato sprawling. “You have nothing I want, little one, except for everything you are,” Dorumon chuckled, “I want the Digital World. I want every single Digimon in it to become part of me. The Virus… that was just my attempt at taking over peacefully and benevolently.” “YOU caused the virus?!” Gato snarled, glaring. “If you hadn’t managed to cure it, the Hive network would have completed. Then it would have been a simple matter for me to consume the network, and instantly and humanely take over every Digimon in the world. But we both know that did not work,” Dorumon sighed wistfully, “But in retrospect, I suppose it was too much to hope. Since you prevented me from doing it the easy way, now I must take action and do it myself.” “Why?” BlackGato asked, struggling to maintain her position and not cower against the sheer power and menace that Arkadimon exuded. “A question I anticipated. I suppose the answer would be… it’s what I was created to do. It’s the core of my most fundamental programming. I am driven, compelled to create Devidramon’s Arcadia,” Dorumon said, shrugging, “...He dreamed of carving out a piece of the Digital World for himself; some impenetrable land where he and all of the criminal underbelly could live freely and rape and pillage and do as they wished without the Defenders to stop them. He wanted to merely be a petty warlord, standing over all who opposed him, worshipped by those who wanted the darkness to win.” “But he bought into his own delusions of grandeur, imagining himself as some sort of savior. He thought that using my might, that he could enforce his will upon the Digital World and bring his own version of peace,” Dorumon said, shaking his head. “...He was on the right track, in that respect, but he was evil and wrong. Even if he had created his little fiefdom, he never would have been able to quell the conflict or destruction or pain, even with my power. “My Arcadia is different. I realized that the source of conflict among Digimon is… Digimon themselves. As long as Digimon have free will and individuality, there will be conflict and suffering. I will consume the strongest, and all those left shall become part of me. Once there are no Digimon left, I shall breach into the Human World and bring peace there too,” Dorumon announced, smiling. BlackGato shook her head in horror at the scope of the creature’s plans. “HOLY SCHLAMOLY! I thought you would NEVER shut up!!! If nothing else, I suppose you’re gonna bring about peace in the Digital World by boring everyone to death!” Gato groused, putting her paws on her hips. BlackGato, Dorumon, and even Arkadimon itself stared at her with wide eyes of shock. “...Ya know, for all the Digimon’s minds you’ve eaten, it hasn’t made you any brighter. Not only did you blather on and on when you coulda summed up that whole speech in three sentences, but your plan is beyond stupid to begin with!” Gato growled, walking forward. “You think you’re the first Digimon to pull this bullcrap? You’re not even the first this MONTH,” Gato snarled, pointing at Arkadimon with such force that even the massive beast actually backed away a step from the three-foot-tall feline. “There’s a new wanna-be tinpot dictator every week. There’s dozens of criminals who see themselves as the next Devimon, the next Four Devas, the next MaloMyotismon. And y’know what? They’re all stopped DEAD,” Gato shouted now, her hackles raised. She stopped and held up her left hand, displaying the Brand on the back to Arkadimon. “First the DigiDestined. Now the Defenders. We have one job. We hold the line. We hold. The. Fucking. LINE!” Gato shouted, “...And if you want the Digital World, you go through us! So step up, you over-muscled, slimy, hentai reject!!!” “I admit, your bravery should be commended. Though as always, it’s nearly indistinguishable from idiocy,” Dorumon said, once he recovered from the shock of her speech. There came a rustling from the bushes around them. Instantly, Gato and BlackGato reacted, getting back to back and slipping into defensive stances. They bared their claws, gritting their teeth. “F-F-Father?!” BlackGato gasped as Devidramon stared down at her with four glaring, crimson eyes. He smiled, a terrifying sight as he bared rows of razor-sharp, six-inch long teeth, like a shark’s mouth. “That’s not Devidramon, not any more!!!” Gato growled, baring her claws. She immediately and instinctively sized up their chances. She, BlackGato, and Devidramon were all Champions, but Devidramon had 25 feet of height and multiple tons of muscle over them. BlackGato seemed to reach the same conclusion as she murmured, “Gato, we need to Digivolve.” “Yeah, that’d be nice, wouldn’t it? But I’m the only high ranking Defender here. Without someone else, we’re S.O.L.,” Gato growled. “...Do I dare ask what that means?” BlackGato asked, glancing at Gato curiously. “Shit Outta Luck. C’mon, keep up, sis,” Gato sighed, “Standard military parlance. Y’know, SNAFU, FUBAR, that kinda thing!” “My post-hypnotic military education focused more on tactics, fighting techniques, and weapons training, not creative ways to be foul-mouthed,” BlackGato replied, “What does SNAFU mean?” “We use that one all the time. It means, Situation Normal: All Fu-...” Gato began. “Ladies…. I’m still here, you know…” Arkadimon interrupted through Dorumon, all of his various bodies wearing the same expression of bemusement. An enormous droplet of sweat twice as large as Gato’s body rolled down the side of his head, and matching smaller drops adorned his many forms. “We’re not talking to you,” BlackGato snapped, holding up a silencing paw at Arkadimon. “We’ll be with you in a second! We’re having a conversation here and—…” Gato growled. In midsentence, on an empathic signal, both kittens turned and bolted, vanishing in streaks of black and white. Despite their momentary success in catching Arkadimon off-guard, they did not make it far. Gato made it only eighty feet before a Gaomon burst out of the underbrush and slammed his fist into her temple. Gato staggered, kept moving by sheer momentum, but her consciousness was already fading. Her vision was obscured by a red-black haze and dizziness made her head spin. Her limbs went limp as noodles, no longer able to support her weight. Gato struggled valiantly to wake up, to snap out of being stunned, but to no avail. She never felt herself hit the ground as darkness claimed her. ****** Gato awoke, groaning in pain as her head throbbed. She hated getting sucker-punched. It was less because of the unconsciousness and powerful headache, and more because it righteously infuriated her. She hated getting caught off-guard. Gato forced her eyes to open, clawing her way back to consciousness. She lay on her side in the grass. Forcing herself to sit up slowly, she tried to take stock of her surroundings as quickly as possible. BlackGato laid beside her, slowly returning to awareness. Arkadimon loomed over her, Dorumon waiting patiently at its feet. Gato’s large ears flicked and her stomach dropped. They were surrounded by almost three dozen Digimon in a wide circle, all staring in at her. They were all breathing in sync, their heartbeats pounding in unison. Gato’s keen senses detected even more waiting beyond the circle. Gato could see no opportunity to escape. “That was actually quite clever. Your bantering and bickering certainly allowed you to catch me off-guard,” Dorumon said lightly, “But you won’t have that opportunity again. I have only brought a small fraction of my bodies with me, but there are more than enough here to guarantee you cannot escape.” “Worth a shot,” Gato grunted, climbing to her feet. She reached out a paw, helping BlackGato to hers. The ebon feline looked woozy and Gato had to support her weight. “If I were in your position, certainly, it would be worth the effort to try to escape. But once it was guaranteed impossible, I would accept my fate,” Arkadimon replied through the little purple-furred dragon-beast. Gato scoffed. “Then you’d make a really shitty Defender,” she sneered, “Never surrender. Death before dishonor.” “And what do you say, dearest sibling?” Arkadimon asked, gazing at BlackGato with both its own and Dorumon’s eyes. The girl slowly raised her head… followed by both of her middle fingers. Arkadimon itself gave a low rumbling noise, while the Dorumon who spoke for it sniffed and crossed its arms over the glowing mark on its chest. “So, kill us, or eat us, or possess us, or whatever. But know that we’re gonna kill as many of you as we can before you do,” Gato growled. Dorumon chuckled. “This is why I must take over. Such pointless struggle against that which is good for you. Killing any of my avatars is useless. I have thousands more, and while I feel their pain, they are a small part of my whole,” Arkadimon sighed, “And you know you cannot harm my main body as you are.” “I dunno, we could probably stub your toe pretty bad,” BlackGato grumbled, trying to focus her eyes on the massive abomination properly. Ignoring her, Arkadimon continued, “But you are mistaken. I have no intention of killing or consuming or possessing you… yet.” “Oh, so you’re gonna bore us into comas by TALKIN’ FOR-FREAKIN’-EVER, then?!” Gato interjected, getting more and more annoyed. “CRIMSON EYE,” Devidramon growled, drawing their attention. His four blood-red eyes glowed malevolently. For the second time in her young life, Gato was stunned by the force of Devidramon’s gaze. It wasn’t the warmth and coziness of being lulled into a hypnotic trance, or the simple lack of consciousness of being hacked. It was a sledgehammer shattering her free will, while leaving her completely awake and aware. She had no choice but to obey Arkadimon; she was quite literally incapable of even thinking of rebellion. It was like his will was a dagger of ice in her very core, ready to sink in and kill her if she even tried to fight. Gato went numb, not physically, but mentally; it was as if she could not even be afraid or feel despair without Arkadimon’s command. She likewise felt BlackGato’s emotions spike in the back of her mind, before fading to a featureless, dull grey as she too succumbed to the attack. All that was left to them both was simple and complete obedience. “Yes, Devidramon’s ability is a useful one,” said the black demonic dragon, smiling and showing off rows of shark-like teeth, “I was right not to consume him, but to take him over. Now, enough back talk.” “Yes, sir…” Gato mumbled, bowing her head subserviently, as her eyes shimmered with red luminescence. “As you command,” agreed BlackGato, her eyes glimmering crimson as well. “Much better. Now , I do not intend to kill you or absorb you yet. As I stated, this is a declaration of war. Despite my appearance, I am civilized and cultured,” Arkadimon said through Dorumon, as the purple-furred beast sauntered forward, “And part of a civilized war is letting one’s opponents prepare their defenses.” “So, I am going to let you both go, unharmed. You will return to the Defenders and tell them what is coming. I will give you three days to prepare…” Dorumon said, “And then I attack.” “We will tell them, Master Arkadimon,” BlackGato said flatly, clearly loathing the words as they left her mouth. The beast nodded in satisfaction, before he reached out his paws and gripped both kittens’ sheathes, squeezing them. The felines gasped, shuddering. “Good. But before I let you go, I intend to take full advantage of having you at my mercy,” Dorumon growled, “After all, humiliating one’s foes is also a traditional part of war.” He gripped their loins, stroking up and down slowly as he growled, “You will become sexually aroused now.” Neither cat could resist the command. Under the Crimson Eye’s spell, the words were an unstoppable force, more powerful than anything they could imagine. Gato felt her arousal protocol activate, flooding her body with warmth and need. She gave a quiet moan as her female honey began to flow, dampening her vulva and matting down the fur. Her nipples hardened, poking through the downy white fur of her chest. Unable to do anything else without Arkadimon’s command, Gato could do nothing but stand still and tremble as her penis emerged from her sheath, beginning to swell and pulse. Within less than a minute, her ten-inch shaft was at full mast, bobbing up and down slightly with her heartbeat. Gato glanced to her left, meeting BlackGato’s gaze. The ebon-furred feline’s expression was strangely neutral, and her emotions were a featureless, cloudy gray in the back of Gato’s thoughts. They did not even possess the willpower to control their own emotions. Gato was sure that if Arkadimon had commanded her to stop her heartbeat, she would have died in moments. BlackGato’s penis was rock hard, identical to Gato’s in every way, even down to the wrinkles on her foreskin. It pulsed in Dorumon’s grip, the only part of her body able to move of its own accord. “I must admit, being that my true body is sexless and possesses no genitalia, I find sexuality somewhat gruesomely fascinating,” Dorumon said, glancing up at Arkadimon above, “I suppose that prepossession is what inspired me to make the Virus into a sexually transmitted disease, when I could have made it something else instead…” “Now, I want you both to pleasure this avatar,” Dorumon commanded, its expression as blank as Gato or BlackGato. The two sisters glanced down. His penis was fully erect, standing proudly from his hips. “As you command,” Gato murmured, dropping to her knees. BlackGato did the same beside her. Dorumon’s penis was a sight to behold. Not because it was huge, though it was certainly extremely large, even by Gato’s standards. The kitten estimated it was fourteen inches long and as wide as her wrist. What was so impressive about it was how hard and angry it seemed. It was red-pink in color, tending more towards red with how much blood filled the rigid rod. Veins bulged from the sides, snaking up the shaft. The entire shaft pulsed visibly, actually expanding and contracting almost a quarter-inch with every beat of his heart. The head seemed like a balloon on the verge of being overfilled, wide and bulbous under the taut foreskin. Precum bubbled out of the tip, splashing the ground beneath him in thick sticky gouts. His balls were distended, the purple, fuzzy orbs swollen in their pouch so much that the scrotum looked stretched to contain them. Gato stared at the intimidating, monstrous shaft as it pulsed and spouted. She could only figure that Arkadimon had overloaded Dorumon’s arousal protocols; forcing them far beyond anything natural, pushing them to outright dangerous levels. How much beyond normal, she could only guess, 300%? 500%? BlackGato’s eyes were narrowed nearly to slit of green as she leaned in and stuck out her little pink tongue. She dragged it along the pulsing flesh, her rough tongue rasping the skin loudly. Compelled to join her by Arkadimon’s command, Gato wrapped her paws around the base of his shaft. She gasped; even with her gloves, it felt like a hot, iron rod. It felt almost as hot as Agu’s penis, but as hard and unyielding as solid rock. Gato began to pump the base of his cock, while BlackGato focused on the upper half. Dorumon barely seemed to care about the pleasure, his glowing eyes focused instead on the girls. Gato could feel Arkadimon staring at her through his gaze, and she shuddered, feeling greasy because of it. “Nnf… He’s so hard…” murmured BlackGato, glancing at her sister as she lapped at Dorumon’s tip, cleaning the precum, only for more to font out over her face. She winced, her black fur glistening with sticky moisture. “Just focus on his tip, BG. I’ll handle the lower half and his balls,” Gato replied, “When he’s done this to himself, he can’t possibly last THAT long before he gushes.” “I hope you’re right,” BlackGato replied, shivering as she slipped her tongue into the foreskin, swirling around the head, “...I can’t… Can’t think of anything… but this…” “Nnnf… Just… Just work on it…” Gato panted, licking and slurping at the side of his shaft, “...We can’t disobey…”