Sup my fellow fans and welcome to my What-If story. This is literally just something that I thought of on the way home from my dad's. I thought, hmmm what would it be like if instead of the whole bonding, resistance, evil Malusmon ect ect. There was instead just Rena and Sam, that's right, in this story Sam was never Disarin. And the world he is in right now is real, not just a testing world like Disarin grew up on.

There will be a lot of changes from Split Digiality as you will soon come to notice. For one it won't be as long to read. It will only be about half as much as its real counterpart. But anyway I hope you're ready for this because one thing hasn't changed.

Rena is still possessive, manipulative and is determined to make Sam hers.

All hers.

I hope you enjoy this twist and please do review. There is no point in continuing if no-one else likes it. Oh yes don't worry, I am still doing The Power Of Disarin. I'll just be juggling two stories at once, as well as my now enormous college load.

Aren't I smart?

Enjoy the lemon warning :D

LEMON WARNING!

What Separates Reality From Dreams

Sam cried out as he felt his climax hit him, her walls squeezing his essence from him in an intoxicating bliss.

"Stole it more like."

The twenty year old young man was currently lying on his back on top of a bed. It was the comfiest bed he had ever laid down on and if it weren't for more pressing matters he would have complemented the being that made it. But unfortunately his focus was on the creature that was still pounding up and down on his torso.

He had never seen anything like it before. To him it looked like a humanoid kitsune, with its golden-yellow fur and piercing blue slitted eyes. Said eyes were currently staring down at him intensely, forcing their gaze through his own eyes and into his soul. It stopped its motions slowly and bent down so that its muzzle was centimetres away from his own.

"Why do you still reject me Sam, do you not enjoy my gifts for you?"

Her "Gifts" as she put them, had been plaguing Sam for the past…

Tell you what, let's go back a bit.

It all started quite randomly, and without any warning. Sam Flynn was walking home not a few days ago. He had just been at a heavily drunk party. Everyone had been either dancing, talking, kissing and just plain fucking on the stairs. Although he had found the whole thing entirely humorous, he had to remind himself that he currently had a girlfriend and that she wouldn't be pleased if she knew he had been out drinking, instead of studying like he had told her.

It was all part of the routine for Sam though. He was a liar, overly sarcastic and was widely known for being the class clown. He was also clever enough to know that if he had stayed he would have most likely been fucking a random girl probably in the middle of the dance floor, or three. He took pride in himself for the way that he had always treated his body. He ate more or less quite healthfully and his weekly work out sessions kept him in good shape.

Apart from that he was kind to others and never let arrogance get the better of him. It was this trait that his girlfriend found appealing, not the whole alpha male routine that most muscles seem to show off at every chance they got.

But I digress. The young man had just reached his house which for some reason or other, he lived in alone. He opened the door and stepped inside, looking around to check that everything was still where he had left it. You see the reason he had a house at twenty was because it was so cheap. The area wasn't the best but the real reason he had got it for such a low cost was because the previous owners had died, committed suicide or so the agent had told him when he asked about it.

He had found it amusing at the time that people found "Suicide Houses" impossible to live in.

"All well their loss is my gain. And it's a pretty decent house, I haven't been robbed in almost three months."

He took off his shoes and walked upstairs to the shower. He took a quick wash, got dried and went into his room. It wasn't particularly spacy but to Sam that was just fine, he had taken a liking to small room. It was alright once he had sorted it all out. He had a TV, Xbox 360 and a radio that he had received when he bought the house.

"Fuck my life I'm tired. And I've got college tomorrow just to top it off…well it shouldn't be so bad. Derek was fired and I've heard that we've got a pretty fit replacement for him. Okay stop thinking Mr Flynn, off to sleep."

And with that the young man closed his eyes and quickly drifted off to the land of dreams.

If only he knew what he would go through.

Sam opened his eyes and looked around. He was at his old family home, standing in the hallway that separated his old room from his brother and sister's. He found himself smiling as he wandered around, peaking into his sibling's rooms and wiping a tear away when he noticed the old things they used to have…used to have.

To make a long story short his siblings had all moved on like he had and he missed that closeness that they all used to share. He would be woken up by his brother Alex at around seven in the morning for school. His sister Kirstie would drag herself out of bed and wander into the hall where she and Sam would look at each other for all of about five seconds, before bursting into laughter.

He felt himself smiling at the memories but shook them away. They were past tense and right now this was the present. He realised that his old room was in front of him and reached for the handle.

"Sammmmm"

Sam nearly jumped out of his skin but turned around shakily and looked around.

"H-Hello? Is someone there?"

"I'm here!"

Sam jumped again in surprise and spun around. He saw no one but was certain that someone had just been right behind him. He shook his head and turned the door knob. All nervousness vanished as he took in the state of his old room. Clothes were strewn all over the floor, his computer was glowing faintly in sleep mode and his bed was unmade and had his old Absol covers and pillows.

His state of remembrance was quickly broken as he heard something smash in his parent's bedroom. Without so much as a thought he rushed inside it and looked around. He was very nervous that the door had been opened already and his feelings only intensified as he took in its current state. A vase that was normally on the windowsill was smashed and broken on the carpet, the bed and covers were alright but the draws on either side were lying on their side and had their belongings strewn all over the floor.

He walked inside and barely had a second to react as he was quickly tackled onto the bed and pinned down by his arms. He didn't even get a chance to look up as his lips were furiously attacked by whatever had him immobilized. He attempted to look at whatever was trying to French him but was only rewarded by screaming into its mouth. Whatever it was laughed at him seductively and removed its mouth from his, allowing him to get a good look at it. What seemed to be a anthropomorphic kitsune had its face not an inch from his own. Its piercing blue eyes seemed to almost glare down at him as its slitted iris become even thinner with each breath it took.

"W-W-What are you?" asked a terrified Sam.

The kitsune smirked and put its hands on his bare chest, caressing it gently and slowly beginning to move downwards.

"My name is Renamon…but you can call me your mate, Sam."

Sam's eyes widened at this. What did she just say to him?

"Y-Your mate? S-Sorry sunshine but I'm already spoken for."

The creature stopped its movements and started raising its lips in a snarl. Sam suddenly got the impression that he just said the wrong thing.

"Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that…" he thought nervously.

"You….Have another?"

"W-What?"

The golden kitsune bared its teeth at him and started growling dangerously.

"You have another mate?"

Sam raised an eyebrow and despite his current position, couldn't help snipping at this creature.

"I don't have another anything, I have one mate...err girlfriend, and that is her. Not you."

Renamon stopped her growling and snarling, choosing instead to simply regard him emotionlessly.

"You have slept in this house for many months and you have not once had any female beside you."

Sam's eyes widened in shock. Had this creature been watching him?

"H-How could you know that?"

Renamon smirked down at him and began to lean her face down to his own, talking the whole time.

"I have watched you for some time Sam, you chose to sleep and stay whilst others have left, frightened of my presence."

"I-I never felt your…presence."

"And that's why I've chosen you. Any other Human would have felt me in their dreams and ran away from here. But you didn't. My presence brings fear to the weak Humans who have lived here. Only you have never felt me nearby, and for that I deem you worthy to be mine."

Her lips were brushing against his but made no further action.

"But I already like somebody else!" he protested.

"Like? Not love?"

"We've only been going out for a few weeks. I-I don't know if I love her yet."

Renamon smirked against his lips and gave them an affectionate lick.

"Then I know exactly what to do. Each night we will mate and for every time we do I will give you a gift. A power, and it shall remain with you during your waking hours. You can use them as you see fit. Use them to steal, have fun or even kill if the mood takes you."

Sam suddenly found himself being glared at by narrowed slitted eyes.

"But if you continue to resist me I will make your life a living hell."

Sam felt fear suddenly run through him and gulped audibly.

"A-And what do you mean by that exactly?"

Renamon's mouth twisted into a feral grin as he said this.

"Resist and find out."

Sam felt lost on what to do. But then something occurred to him.

"T-This isn't real, it's just a dream. You can do whatever the fuck you like. None of this is actually happening so I really don't care."

The Kitsune's grin became slightly wider as she heard this. She tightened her grip on Sam and said three words.

"As you wish."

Sam suddenly found himself being forcibly kissed by Renamon. He felt her force her tongue inside his mouth and wrap itself around his own. All of a sudden a ripping sound was heard, followed by his boxers flying over into the en-suite. Sam barely had time to register what was going on before he felt something grip his length tightly and rapidly stroke it up and down repeatedly. He couldn't stop the groan that escaped his lips as she did so, bucking his hips upwards uncontrollably as a familiar sensation started to become apparent.

The Kitsune grinned savagely at his reactions to her ministrations.

"Are you sure this isn't real Sam? You almost look like you're enjoying it."

Sam snapped out of his lustful trance and suddenly realised what was going on. He also noticed that Renamon had let go of his member and quickly took advantage of the situation. Acting as quickly as he could, Sam jumped out of the bed and ran out of the room. He ran down the stairs and tried to open the front door, but it was locked. Cursing he ran into the front room and tried to open one of the windows but had no further luck in that department either.

"She's boxed me in." he thought to himself.

"Maybe you could try the back door, that might work."

Sam spun around and saw Renamon close the front room door before slowly walking towards him. In a last ditch effort he attempted to open the kitchen door but quickly swore as the handle burned his flesh, being suddenly as hot as an oven.

"Aww that looked like it hurt, let me kiss it better."

Sam's burned hand was grasped harshly, forcing horrible amounts of pain to shoot down his arm. He glared at Renamon who while standing was about two inches smaller than himself. Not that it mattered as her strength clearly outshone his own.

"Are you upset Sam?"

Sam merely remained silent, refusing to give her the satisfaction of an answer. Renamon's smile wavered some but regained its feral appearance as she suddenly threw Sam onto a sofa and pounced on top of him.

"It's okay, you don't need to tell me, I know how to make you feel better anyway."

Her paw gripped his member once again and gave it a few slow, sensual strokes, smiling to herself as she felt it swell and grow in her grasp.

"We are going to mate now Sam." She said, sounding so sure of it that it didn't sound as though he had a choice in the matter. "You can say what you like but I will make sure you enjoy every second of it."

Sam wasn't listening to her though and was instead constantly whispering to himself that this wasn't real. Renamon caught his quiet ramblings and smirked cruelly.

"Oh this is real, and eventually you will accept it and me my mate."

"I'm not your mate!" he said defiantly.

"Oh but you are." She replied. "You may not accept it yet but eventually you'll welcome me with open arms."

"No I won't! I told you I'm already with someone else. I don't want you and besides this is so close to bestiality that it's sickening."

Renamon had visibly winced at his retort of being with someone else but had smirked at his last few words.

"You can have whoever you like but you WILL eventually leave them."

"In your dreams!"

"Actually in yours."

Sam didn't get a chance to respond as Renamon quickly lowered herself onto his length, making both of them moan. Sam shook his head to rid himself of the sensation and tried to push her off of him. Renamon however merely took his offending hands and grabbed them, putting them over his head and rapidly pounding herself upon him. Sam gritted his teeth as she continued, unable to fight back as his strength paled in comparison to hers.

"There's no point in resisting me Sam. You are mine! I own you! Give in and release your essence to me!"

He felt his climax incoming and tried so hard to force it down. He tried thinking of the most disgusting things possible but with Renamon's coaxing words and ministrations he found himself unable to focus on anything else. The Kitsune suddenly howled as her walls clenched around him, forcibly dragging his release out of him and leaving him panting whilst she gulped down air.

"Was that real enough for you Sam?"

Sam stayed silent, thinking things through and coming to the conclusion that he just might have been raped.

But this whole thing is just a dream, none of it is real.

Right?

"Now I do believe I promised a gift after each mating session."

Sam snapped out of his thoughtful daze and looked up to see Renamon wince slightly. The next thing he knew, the Kitsune was kissing him and forcing her tongue into his mouth. He suddenly felt some sort of liquid going down his throat. It tasted vile and slightly metallic. Sam was sure he had tasted something similar but couldn't quite recall what exactly.

Then it hit him.

"I just drank your blood!" he shouted at her.

Sam attempted to spit out the remainder but his mouth was closed shut by the Kitsune, rendering him unable to do so. She then rubbed his throat and despite his best efforts he swallowed reflexively and ended up downing the rest of the blood.

"What the fuck!" he yelled at her, his mouth now released seeing that he had swallowed her blood.

"That is how you will gain my powers. One by one, each night we will mate. And when you wake up you will wake up anew."

Sam didn't even know what to say. The only thing he had to rely on was his hope that this was all a dream.

"It's time for you to go now Sam…But we'll be seeing each other soon enough…"

Sam blinked and suddenly realised that he was sitting up in his bed, panting heavily. He put and hand to his head and breathed in the morning air coming from his open window.

"I-It was just a nightmare. Hahaha!"

Still chuckling to himself, Sam got up out of bed and made his way to his bathroom. He entered it and turned the shower on.

"Ow!"

He winced painfully as he took his hand back from the tap. He looked at it for a few moments before deducing the problem.

It was burnt.

Realisation dawned upon him as he remembered the dream. He quickly forced that thought from his mind.

"There was no way that the stupid nightmare was real, I must have just burnt it at the party or something."

With that comforting thought permanently in his thoughts, Sam took off his boxers and went into the shower.

Not noticing that one of his nails had just become sharp, black and deadly…

So what do you think guys?

Is it worth continuing or not? Like I said this won't be anywhere near as long as Split Digiality, nor will it have anything to do with it, minus a certain someone obviously :P But I'm thinking around 30,000-40,000 words.

Tell me what you think in a review and I promise to send you a complementally cookie XD

Anyways if you have any questions Pm me or just chuck it in a review.

Peace :D