Takato watches the hotel he and his friends were staying in vanish into the horizon. The drained human can do nothing while pressed up against the bosom of the powerful, deadly, and sexy Ladydevimon XXX. The dark Digimon cackles, holding tightly to him while they fly off to uncharted distances. Alien landscapes rush underneath of them while Takato is whisked away towards uncharted lands of darkness. Eventually, though, they head towards a tower, rising high into the sky, piercing through the atmosphere with its height and power. The dark Digimon lands on a platform that opens up into the cavernous opening beyond. She drops the human at her feet, and Takato crawls deeper in, the wind whipping at his naked body. Without any protection or the help of his Digimon partner, he’s truly at the mercy of this sex-draining Digimon. Ladydevimon XXX licks her lips, taking slow steps towards Takato. The human backs up more and more, his eyes widening, his heart beating uncontrollably. The two make their way inside of the building, and once he’s inside, she presses the toe of her boot against his chest, her shadowy familiar cackling. “Once we absorb your energy, then nothing will stop us,” Ladydevimon XXX says. You humans underestimate the power sex grants you, but now you’ll see, and the whole real world will see as well and-” Her shadow creature gasps when a three-fingered hand grabs onto it, tearing the dark lady away from Takato. She slams up against an armored form. Blue scales wearing black armor that only covers the top half of her breasts, and an armored skirt and boots. “You think you’ll be obtaining this power, cat?” the hand squeezes the shadow, and suddenly, the shadow creature attached to Ladydevimon XXX bursts into a spray of digital energy. Ladydevimon XXX screams, falling to the ground on her stomach. She rolls around, pushing herself up with her elbows, trembling at the might of the Mega Level Digimon. “My lady… D… Darkmagnamon… why…?” The digital energy from the destroyed bit of the XXX Digimon absorbs into the palm of Darkmagnamon’s hand. She stands tall over the dark Digimon, her red eyes glowing brighter from the absorption. “You’ve been an excellent servant. Your ability to absorb sexual energy and transform into this new form was paramount in my plans. But now, I need that power for myself.” “M… mistress?” Ladydevimon XXX whimpers, but Darkmagnamon grabs her head, slamming it to the floor. The larger Digimon looms over her, the other hand lifting up the front of her armored skirt. Flopping out from the covering is a dick, fat and veiny, twitching and oozing, pulsing and ready. “Ready or not, I’m taking this power back!” “I… I won’t let you!” Ladydevimon XXX grunts, gritting her teeth. “I defeated a Mega already. I can defeat you!” “Such overconfidence…” Darkmagnamon says. “Pathetic” She grabs Ladydevimon XXX’s leg, lifting it up and throwing the Digimon to her side. Spread wide, she can’t do anything to stop the hard club of a cock from penetrating into her pussy. The lips spread apart, and her stomach bulges, taking in something much larger than her body could seemingly handle. Darkmagnamon is quick to begin, thrusting hard and deep into the dark angel Digimon. The bulge of her cock stretches the Digimon’s stomach. Ladydevimon XXX claws and reaches up, scratching at armor plating, her breasts bouncing lewdly even as she attempts to fight back. Her cries and grunts mix in with curses and threats. “I’ll… I’ll kill you!” Ladydevimon XXX screams. “I’ll take you… and make you pay! Aaah!” “Cry all you want, cat,” the Mega says, her eyes looking up and away from the devil. Her crimson gaze focuses on Takato. “Once I’m done with you, you’ll never be able to get your revenge.” Tears roll down from underneath the max of the devil Digimon. She holds onto Darkmagnamon’s shoulders, her screams getting louder and louder with each thrust. The bulge expands with each thrust, the cock battering up into the lady’s womb, stretching her out, ruining her. She screams, throwing her head back. The grasp her claw has on the dark digimon lessens. The crimson glow of her mask fades. She turns towards Takato, and she reaches her hand out. “H… human!” she huffs. “P… please… you remember… the fun… the fun we had… please don’t… don’t let her do this!” Darkmagnamon grabs onto the Ladydevimon XXX’s shoulders, pulling her up, back to chest. She wraps an arm around the devil’s neck, slamming the demon down hard on her cock. “You’re pathetic. Take this as the blessing it is. You are becoming something more, and losing your weak nature!” Ladydevimon’s tongue rolls out. With her wrists held by Darkmagnamon’s grip, she cannot escape. With each new thrust, not only does her stomach stretch, but her form fuzzes and fades. “I… aah, My… my mistress!” Ladydevimon cries. “F… forgive me!” “No…” Darkmagnamon says, and one last thrust causes the dark angel to arch her back, exploding into a fine dust of digital vapor. The black smoke that remained immediately sucked into the giant futanari cock of the Digimon. Darkmagnamon stands there, throwing her head back and letting out a triumphant roar that echoes throughout the chamber and spreading out to the dark digital world beyond. Takato stares at the triumphant Digimon, and she looks down to him. She wraps her fingers around her cock, slowly stroking it. “Now that I have her power,” she says, taking slow steps towards Takato. “I shall take the human power you possess… and with it…” she groans. “I’ll invade your world, and I…. Oooh… I’ll rape everything!” “R… rape!?” Takato scoots back, the looming hermaphrodite standing tall with her cock in her hand, stroking the thing in destructive anticipation. “You’re crazy! Wh… why would you want something like that?” “Sex is power… power beyond anything a Digimon should be able to have. We are just code, strung together either by design or by chance, but you… you have a way to propagate your own code, to pass it on, to make it better.” She lets go of her giant futa cock, letting it spring down free, but its weight, even when erect, makes it swing low. “Is that… is that why those Ankylomon wanted to try to breed?” Takato says, finding himself hitting the wall behind him. Dead end. Now, nothing is between him and the Mega level Digimon. Darkmagnamon grabs Takato’s head, thrusting him up against the wall until he is pinned. Her grasp is so large that she wraps her hand all around the human’s face, practically smothering him in her palm. “It’s only rape if they don’t want it,” Darkmagnamon says. “I’ll take everything I can, wanted or no. But, its more fun if they think they can beat me. Can you make me cum human? Can you turn me into a screaming squealing mass that is dominated by your superior human sperm?” Takato kicks and flails against the Darkmagnamon, and Darkmagnamon holds him down for a bit. But, during her whole speech, his cock rises up, a different reaction than the rest of his body. “That’s right… you’ve seen it time and time again, human. You cannot fight your true nature here in this Dark Digiverse.” She chuckles, her free hand unhooking her skirt, letting the rest of it fall down. She falls to her knees, sitting right on top of him, squeezing the cock between her thighs. Takato groans, feeling the dark scaled and muscled flesh squeeze against his much smaller manhood, giving him no ability to move under her might and her weight. The Digimon rocks her hips, milking his cock between her meaty thighs. “That’s right, little human,” she growls. “Take all of this. I am the ultimate sexual warrior. I am a Digimon with no equal. And soon, not even the most perverse of humans can stop me. Do you think you can sate my desires? Do you think you can last longer than I?” Takato’s gasps vibrate against her palm, and she stares down at him with her grim determination. “I am impressed you’ve made it this far,” she coos, lifting herself up a a bit. She spreads her legs, and from beneath her balls, her sex drips with ravenous want, leaking like a slobbering fool starving and just given a plate of delicious food. She slams down onto him, bouncing already, her cunt taking his shaft and wrapping around it even tighter than the feline Digimon earlier. She then lets go of his face, letting his cries of pleasure and humiliation rise up from the floor and throughout the tower. “That’s right!” Darkmagnamon says, hands clasping onto his chest, pinning him down. She lifts herself up, only to slam back down on him again. “This is all you ever will be underneath me. You are a tool to satisfy my lust, and in that, you shall fail. Just as your friend will fail, if she even can get past the last of my servants. Now, let us continue, and enjoy this evening!” She stops speaking and instead just continues to bounce upon his cock. Wet and sick swishes of liquid echo throughout. Skin slaps against skin over and over again. Breaths transform into grunts, followed by groans. The Digimon rides him raw, smacking against his sensitive skin, turning his thighs red. Takato groans out and writhes around, tears streaming down his eyes. This is so humiliating, and even moreso because he finds himself liking it. He likes it, just like he likes all the sex he’s been having here. He has transformed into a beast of carnal desire, and now, the last vestiges of what he was in the human world are disappearing. Darkmagnamon’s eyes narrow, and the Digimon pushes herself up off of him. “What’s this…? I sense something… something different inside of you…” she coos. She lays down, mostly beside him, but with her ample chest pressed against his own. She reaches down, wrapping her fingers around his cock. She strokes, quick and without care for his sensitive member, all the while, keeping an eye on his face. “I’ve seen something in you… something I haven’t seen before. What is it? Is this the power of a human in heat? What are you doing? Show me, show me!” Takato’s eyes squeeze shut. He clenches his teeth. The heat boils up in his loins, the pressure getting too much. He knows he will soon nut, but he can’t let her win. He tries to get up form under her massive tits, but she pushes against him, wrestling him down to the ground. “It’s no use, human,” she purrs, leaning in, her metal plate pressing against his cheek. “I can overpower you without using any of my abilities. You’re just a weakling, trapped in your physical body. My digital form allows me so many great wonders, but none of them are like this!” She rapidly thrusts her hand over his cock, her digits turning into blurs. The smacking of skin on skin becomes a motorboat of sound. He can’t take anymore. She’s just too much, too strong, too sexy too “Aaaahn!” Takato whines, his cock oozing with semen. It pours out of his head, springing froth from between the Darkmagnamon’s fingers in a pearly goo. She lifts her hand up, holding it up to her face and narrowing her gaze. “So… this is it… human data… how quaint… how inefficient… and yet, it holds a power I’ve been coveting for so long. Maybe… maybe, I need more to fully understand it.” She stands up, and Takato flops back, groaning, sore, and ashamed. Darkmagnamon steps out to her balcony, holding her hands up to the air, the cum pooling in her palms. “Now… open up the human world to me, that I may conquer all human data!” A dark rumbling fills the tower,a nd Takato is left to lay there and watch while the Darkmagnamon laughs with maniacal glee. “D… dammit…” he groans. “If only… if only I was stronger… I couldn’t… I couldn’t do this alone… Guilmon… wherever you are… I need your help, buddy.” Back at the hotel, Guilmon perks his head up. Rika and Renamon pour over some maps of the local area, but Renamon is the first to notice Guilmon’s reaction. “What’s the matter?” “Takatomon…” Guilmon says, sniffing the air. “I can sense Takatomon…” Guilmon starts to wander off, following the scent trail. Renamon gets up and follows him. “Come on, Rika.” “We lost him, Renamon,” the woman says, crossing her arms over her chest. “And… and what’s worse is that… is that this whole time, I was… I was being manipulated. I thought… I thought that what happened that night was something important, and…” Renamon scoops Rika up in her arms, carrying the human like a bride. “Come, now, Rika, you can tell me everything. We just need to follow Guilmon.” “Everything…” Rika says. “It’s been so long now… — Rika walks home along the neon-lit streets of the big city. The life of an adult was much worse than she could imagine. Back when she had no real-world responsibilities, she could fight her way to the top and be the best, but she learned that was a fool’s errand—an errand that’s repeated way too much here in the world of business. Work had been killer, and she just needed a drink. So, she stepped into one of the many establishments that served something strong and she plunked herself down. A few drinks in, and she was already done with the night. She pushed herself up from her seat, only to see another drink waiting for her. The bartender pointed over towards another woman with ashen skin and silver hair. The woman smirked through purple lips. “Rough day at work?” she asked. “You have no idea,” Rika responded, slipping back down to her seat. “Sometimes, I just want to punch my boss, but I know I can’t really do that. Wish I could just…” “Hm…?” “Nothing…” Rika said. “You need to let off steam,” the woman said. “I can show you how, if you’d like me to.” Rika took a sip of her drink. “You know, at a place like this, beautiful women like us need to keep an eye out for the lecherous. They could be trying to get into your pants right now.” “I can handle myself. Any ugly bastard tries to mess with me, I’ll make him regret it.” “And if you like what you see?” Rika lowers her drink. “Wait,a re you… I’m not-” “You ever try it before?” the woman asked her. “Well, no, I-” “Come on…” the woman said, leaving the room. Everything was so mundane. Everything was so aggravating. Everything was so painful. Did Rika need a night just for herself, to try something new, to experience a new world? Everything leading up to her falling upon the bed was a blur. But she remembered what happened next quite vividly. The woman, now as naked as she was, climbed on top of her. Kissed over Rika’s neck. Her hands slid down over Rika’s body. Her fingers plumbed into her womanhood. Rika groaned, having never felt the release of another woman’s touch before, and that release was soon building up to its exciting climax. “W… who… are you…?” Rika gasped. “I’m just what you needed,” the woman said, licking her lips, those wonderful, violet lips. Rika responded by locking hers to those. Their tongues battled it out as hands explored weakly over each other’s bodies. It was a dream come true, and it was only getting better. With expert speed, the woman crawled down the bed, still facing Rika, her tongue trailing down along her body. “Oh… oh wow, that’s… long…” Rika said. “I’m a pro at what I do, but I don’t give my services for money,” the woman responded. “I do it to see that face you make. “What fa-aaah!” The woman buries her tongue deep into Rika’s sex, the muscle dancing and u undulating with a speed and rhythm beyond human measure, but Rika had no way of knowing it at the time. She was just a caterpillar in the means of sex, having never really gotten a boyfriend when she was a teenager, and having just been so cold and distant in her first years as an adult. But now, as this mysterious woman spreads her legs apart, she spreads Rika’s understanding, planting the seeds of the lustful creature she is destined to become. Rika screamed out into the night, her hands covering her eyes, her body covered in a glistening coat of sweat, and her life changed forever. Once she collapsed into an exhausted heap, the woman disappeared from her life, for what seemed like forever. — “Rika,” Renamon said, holding her close. “You had no way of knowing that she would be your enemy.” “If I didn’t go out with her that night, we never would have been in this mess.” “If you never went out with her,” Renamon said, “We never would have met again. We never would have become one.” “Renamon…” Rika gasped, but before she could say anything else, Guilmon stops and growls. Just in front of them is a Trailmon station, complete with a Trailmon Dark waiting for them. But standing on the entrance to the Trailmon is Arukenemon, the woman of Rika’s dreams, or rather, her nightmares. “Do you really wish to make it to my mistress?” The deceiver says, a slight coo in her voice. “Then, Rika… you need to come with me while your friends take this ride.” “What?” Renamon snaps. “No! I will not leave Rika behind!” “No, Renamon…” Rika says, placing a hand upon Renamon’s heart. “I got us into this mess… it’s only fair I stay behind while you rescue Takato.” She shimmies off of the vulpine Digimon and stands tall to face her adversary. “Let’s do it, and this time, I won’t be an inexperienced flower!” Arukenimon sneers as the woman approaches her. The human-disguised Digimon lifts her gloved hand and points towards one of the other trains on the Trailmon. “You can wait there, but know this… none of you will see my mistress if Rika is not successful. Renamon huffs at this, but she heads off to the next car. Guilmon whimpers, following her behind. With one last look over her shoulder, the vulpine Digimon watches with widened eyes as the hidden spider grabs Rika and pulls her in, pinning the human’s back to her chest and groping at her breasts. Through those sunglasses, Arukenimon stares at Renamon and flashes her a crazed smile. The doors close, leaving Digimon and tamer separated. Once the door closes, Rika throws her head back, hitting the Digimon on the nose. Arukenimon stumbles back, rubbing at her bruised face, but shakes her head. “I can tell you’re angry, but really, you have no one to blame but yourself.” “You took advantage of me,” Rika says. “I was weak then.” “And now you’re strong?” Arukenimon asks, pulling her scarf off. Once it is off of her neck, she flicks it, and the thing wraps around Rika’s body, bounding up her chest and pinning her arms to her side. She flicks the woman down onto the bed made specifically for them. Then, she reaches up, and unbuttons her jacket. Rika grits her teeth and kicks around, trying to break the binds, but the scarf is just too strong. “Don’t try to fight it, Rika. That’s made specifically from my silk, and I have plenty more where that came from. “If you’re so good,” Rika begins, “Why don’t you face me fair and square. You’re already in your human form.” “You’re right, I am…” Arukenimon says, dropping her outfit to the ground, leaving herself in just stockings and those long gloves. She runs her fingers up lover her body, sighing. “That’s because this form is so much more beautiful. You’ve never seen me as a Digimon, have you? “No, because you’re probably an ugly sack of shit!” Arukenimon hops onto the bed, her body arched upwards and her hands and feet pinning Rika down to the bed. “Insolent little girl… you conflate adult with sex, and yet you are nothing but a spoiled brat, looking for your next climax. You’re a slave to your lust, and that’s why you couldn’t beat Ladydevimon, and that’s why you’ll never beat my mistress! Rika stops struggling and stares up at her. “Yeah, maybe you’re right… or maybe, you’re just afraid what being in a true, fun, relationship is like. One without the need of deception. One where you can just have fun and express yourself. “What?” the Digimon growls. “What do you know about that?” “Maybe its time I show you somethings I’ve learned. Arukenimon is silent for the moment, but with an expert flick, she pulls the scarf away from Rika. “Show me,” she whispers. Rika places her hands upon the Digimon’s cheeks and pushes herself up, kissing her. Arukenimon rolls her tongue out, but Rika moves over, pecking her on the cheek. Arukenimon blushes gently, unsure what to do with that, but Rika keeps it up, kissing down along her jaw and then to her neck. She goes up the jawline to the Digimon’s ears and whispers. “Does your mistress give you kisses?” “G…… what do you know about my mistress? She’s the most powerful. She’s the one who will rule lust and-aah!” Rika’s hand moves down along Arukenimon’s arm and then up along her side, caressing under her breast. “Yeah, being fucked is fun, but there’s more to it… Sakuyamon showed me. Watch…” she kisses down along the woman’s collar, then downward to her breasts, wrapping her lips around the now erect nipple. Arukenimon gasps, her whole body shaking. “I… I don’t…” “What?” Rika asks. “I don’t know… what I’m doing here… why… we’re following Darkmagnamon’s orders? It’s… it’s because she’ll she’ll fuck us all to death if we don’t comply. “W… what?” “Rika… if you want any chance to stop her… you need extra strength. In there,” she says, pointing to a drawer. “You need to us that…” Rika sits up and reaches over, pulling out something from the drawer—a black strap-on with an extra large dildo. “What… hos will this help?” Arukenimon turns to face away from her, going onto all fours. “You must fight her on her own terms. Take my data by conquering me. It’s the only way. Then, all of us Digimon will be free from her rule. “But… what about you?” “I’ll be alright,” Arukenimon says. “I’ve been living a lie in this body, but you’ve shown me just how beautiful it can be to be in human form. Give me the full experience. Rika nods, clicking the device around her. As soon as she does, she feels the power of the digital artifact manipulate through her, and, just like Renamon, she can feel the device cling to her, merging with her, becoming a big, strong cock. “W…w hat!? I have a dick!?” “It’s a temporary boon. You can take it off later. Just hurry up and fuck me!” Rika nods, and she grabs Arukenimon by the waist, and, taking a deep breath, she shoves forward, penetrating the Digimon. Their cries explode from out of the train car, frantic rutting pants coming out and drifting into the ears of the Digimon in the other car. Renamon grunts, her ears twitching. She rolls over on her side to keep from hearing. Guilmon, meanwhile, pokes his head out of the window and watches as the tiny tower in the distance looms closer and closer. Rika and the Digimon humanoid continue their tryst in the other car. This leaves Guilmon with nothing but anxiety over Takato and frustration over his current lack of any release himself. The dragon Digimon’s nose twitches and little annoyed grunts escape from his lips. Renamon sits up, hands between her legs, watching the pining creature. From between his legs, his cunt glistens with want and desire, even as he whimpers in his worry. “Guilmon,” Renamon says. Her voice snaps him out of his worry, and he stares her in the eyes. “Being worried will not help Takato now. We must be strong, and we must be ready to take on whatever threat lies beyond these rails. Guilmon stands facing Renamon fully. “What about in there?’ he asks, lifting a claw past Renamon. “Rika? She can handle herself. We cannot interfere with her contest against Arukenimon. We can only prepare for what lies ahead of us. Her dark master must be quite seductive and powerful, indeed. Guilmon nods, his claws reaching down between his legs. “Renamon… need to be ready, but can’t stop thinking about Takatomon. Please… help me.” Renamon nods, standing up herself. Her futa-cock springing to action immediately. “To be truthful… Rika’s cries of pleasure by another woman’s hand has me quite frustrated myself. I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I relieve stress onto you.” Guilmon bites his lip, nodding and turning to face away from Renamon. The fox Digimon steps up, grabbing his tail with one hand and reaching for the window with the other. She pulls the blind down. Now, the only evidence that a world beyond their car exists is the roar of the Trailmon engine and the moan of Rika and Arukenimon. Guilmon grips at the windowsill, gasping from Renamon grabbing his tail. He wiggles his butt, wanting her to give him more. She does just that. Fingers reach down between his legs, pushing his claws out of the way and running along the lips. Guilmon gasps, his eyes fluttering, rolling back as the pleasure makes his worries disappear, if even for just a little bit Renamon pets the draconic Digimon, one hand holding his tail over her shoulder and stroking, the other teasing up and down along his slit. Guilmon pants, his toes curling against the train seat, digging into the cushion and breaking through it. He shakes his head, burying his forehead against the covered glass of the window, letting the vibration of the Trailmon rock through his body. Renamon continues her own silent attention on Guilmon, honing her ears to hear his breathing, his subtle grunts and groans, over the sounds of Rika and Arukenimon. Her thumb flicks against Guilmon’s clitoris, sending shudders through his body, and she continues to play at it, two fingers stroking up and down along his slit. His cries become more needy, and as they do, her cock swells and pulses with the need to release. There is no need for this, and yet, there is all the need in the world. She heard tales of Digimon being able to fuse together, like how their partners Biomerged with them. For a moment, she wonders what it might be like if the two of them were to become one, but that moment passes as the need within her loins burns through her. Renamon pulls her fingers away, letting a bridging trail of girl-cum drip down from between Guilmon’s legs and between her fingers, staining the seat once it drizzles down between the two of them. Feeling the time is right, she grabs onto his tail with both of her hands, squeezing it tight and hoisting it up high, making Guilmon stand on the tips of his toes to keep balance. Once the Digimon is in her range, she pushes forward. The head of her futa-cock spreads the labial lips of the red Digimon. Guilmon closes his eyes once more, feeling filled much like before, but now, focusing much more upon it instead of the emptiness in his heart. Renamon thrusts forward. With each movement, she sees flashes of Rika with another woman. The jealousy burns in her, but she uses that to forget it. She uses it to make Guilmon feel good. She grunts with each thrust forward, slapping against his hips, gritting her teeth, and letting that warm, slick pussy lube her up for further and further thrusting. Guilmon, meanwhile, gasps with each thrust. He grips harder on the ledge. His eyes roll back, his tongue rolls out. His walls spread, but they fight against losing their natural tightness. He soon fits her like a glove, like they are meant for one another, but he doesn’t let that thought linger too long. Instead, he thinks not of Renamon, but of some other Digimon, dark and foreboding, thrusting into him. With that, he calls “Harder… harder. No… don’t hold back!” Something snaps in Renamon. She squeezes hard upon his tail, her claws hooked against his scales. She shoves her cock deeper than ever into him, just slapping away at his sensitive flesh. Guilmon screams, but he doesn’t let it get the better of him. He’ll have to survive harder, he knows this. Instead, he focuses on the feeling, of the droplets of cum rolling down their legs as pre oozes down the two of them, as they are ready for climax. Before long, the seat is soaked and Guilmon clamps around Renamon. Renamon fights to push herself in deeper, soon hilting, kissing against his innermost walls. With that, she gasps, her jaw open wide, her head thrown back, and shooting loads of cum deep inside of the Digimon. Guilmon roars out, feeling his body filled with Renamon’s data. It flows throughout him, a piece of her becoming a part of his body—becoming something new. He collapses against the wall, panting, pawing at the window, his cheek pressed against the blinds. “T… Takatomon,” he huffs. “We’re… we’re coming… to save you…”