Wild Card Chapter 11: Like a Dog With a Stick, a digimon fanfic

Chapter 11

Like a Dog With a Stick

I don't know for sure if I was stronger than Renamon (our sparring matches came out nearly equal) but when she digivolved into Kyuubimon, she was so much more powerful than I was, it made it a bit difficult to fight alongside her. I still got in there with her and kicked some serious butt, (okay, so I took my lumps, too-- that's the way it goes) but I knew I was more of a distraction for the Nasty Uglies than a threat.

There were times when I would have loved some kind of mod to help me out and that got me to thinking. If I wanted an extra edge I was going to have to do something about it myself. I lightly touched my vest over the right inside pocket. No, I thought, I've tried that before and it just doesn't work. I'll have to think of something else.

So I asked myself what humans would do to make themselves more effective in combat. Some sort of weapon, of course. Normal guns were useless. They might be fine against flesh and blood but they had hardly any effect on creatures made up of quantum-entangled data.

I finally settled on a staff. It was a good all-round weapon and would fit through the little portal in my vest.

I spent some of my spare time lurking around various karate dojos secretly watching masters of the bo staff performing their art and figuring out how to adapt their techniques to my own abilities. I practiced with chunks of industrial rebar that I pinched off of commercial construction sites but after one or two good hits on a solid target, they got bent all out of shape. Normal materials were just too fragile. I needed something from the Digital Dimension.

"So you see," I explained to the exhausted wild digimon I was sitting on, "I need you to go back to the Digital Dimension and bring me a staff-- plus a little something extra. I've got all the specifications written down right here." I handed him a small note pad. "And this," I passed him a small cloth bag, "should do for payment. Try the weapon smiths in the Iron Desert."

"Why should I do this?" He demanded. He looked sort of like a purple opossum with a rash of steel spikes and blades.

"Because if you refuse, I'm going to kill you," I said, reasonably. "Or, when I send you back to the Digital Dimension, you can try and hide there-- until I hunt you down. But if you come back here without my staff, I'll do something worse."

His eyes rolled back in their sockets trying to see me where I crouched amid the bent and broken steel spines of his back. "Worse?"

I leaned over so he could see my evil grin. "Yeah-- much worse. I'll hand you over to Renamon to play with."

I had laid it on pretty heavy because it was meant to be one of those threats that are scarier because of the unknown factor involved. But this guy seemed to know who Renamon was-- and it scared the crap out of him. Interesting. He struggled frantically to get up but I had clobbered him pretty good and he didn't have much strength left.

"Okay," he gasped, "I will bring you your staff."

"Good!" I hopped off his back and lifted him off the ground by the scruff of his neck with my right hand while opening the flap of my vest with my left hand. "Now, this is a really little portal, so it's going to be quite a tight squeeze."

He goggled at the tiny sparkling portal inside my vest but I didn't give him any time to change his mind. It took a huge amount of effort to cram the guy through and I thought for a while I was going to break him but I finally managed it. Good thing he was pretty compact to begin with. I wiped stray bits of purple fur off my vest and then yelled through the portal, "And don't touch my doughnuts!"

Purple Possummon (or whatever the heck his name was) was quick; I'll give him that. He was back in less than two days.

"It's beautiful! " I breathed as I unwrapped the staff's cloth covering. It was perfectly sized for me, and made out of some dark golden material I couldn't identify. Unlike a traditional bo, the ends were pointed and slightly flattened to provide cutting edges and stabbing points. It was perfectly weighted and balanced.

"You did good, Possummon!"

"My name isn't Possum--"

"Yeah, yeah-- whatever." I waved him away. "You can go. You'll probably find lots of people to terrorize in the park over there. Go have fun."

He chortled and leapt the fence into the park. About three minutes later there was a roar and the trees were backlit by a huge burst of red flame. Yup, I said to myself, I figured Guilmon would be over there at this time of night. Poor Possummon.

I didn't unwrap the other, smaller package until I saw Renamon again.

We were perched on top of my cell tower watching the moon rise over the city. She was hefting my staff and giving it an experimental twirl. "It's a good weapon, Coyomon. It feels a bit odd to hold a digital construct that hasn't been generated by a modify card, though."

"I think that may be because the knowledge of how to use it isn't automatically carried with it."

"That makes sense," she nodded.

"Um--" I began hesitantly. Hell. I had planned to do this in a nonchalant manner and here I was, getting all nervous.

"Yes?" she asked, turning toward me.

"Besides the staff, I-- um-- had something else made." I held out the necklace to her. "For you."

She used her huge claws to delicately lift the taijitu from my hand. She held it in her palm and just stared at it without saying anything.

"It's just like the ones on your arm-guards but the dots are little coyote paw prints, see? Because-- well-- I thought--" I was mentally slapping my self. Get a grip, dumb-ass. "So-- um-- it's not too sappy, is it?"

She grabbed me so suddenly and so hard that I felt a momentary flare of fighting instinct.

"Oh, Coyomon, it's beautiful!" She hugged and nuzzled me enthusiastically.

"Good," I gasped, feeling my ribs creak, "I'm glad you like it."

She relaxed her grip a bit and leaned back to gaze into my eyes. "How did I get so lucky?"

"Hey, I'm the lucky one," I protested.

She just grinned and held out the necklace to me. "Put it on me."

I slipped the chain around her neck and the black and white disk immediately sank from view in her thick ruff.

"Oh," I said, feeling foolish, "I didn't think about that."

"It's where it should be," Renamon told me, "next to my heart. It doesn't matter if anyone else can see it-- I know it's there."

We had a quick little chase that ended up in a glade in the park. I noticed that Renamon kept putting her hand to her throat every few minutes, sinking her fingers into her ruff to touch the necklace.

I slipped an arm around her and gently stroked her flank and hip, making her fur sparkle just slightly. She made a satisfied sound and turned her head to kiss me. The soft, slick feeling of our tongues gliding along and around each other was accompanied by a warm, tingling sensation. Renamon's claws ran lightly down my flanks, trailing tiny blue sparks.

I ran my hands down her back, ever so slowly, stoking and kneading the long muscles beneath her fur. I pushed ever so gently, working the energy into her body with my palms and fingertips.

"Oh," she breathed, "that feels so nice."

I slid my hands lower, continuing my energy massage and Renamon sighed and pulled me tightly against her, nuzzling my neck and shoulders. I gently nipped at her cheek and ear while I continued stroking her. She let a tiny "oh" slip past her lips in the sexiest voice imaginable and began to slowly rub her body against mine. I pulsed the energy through my hands and into the perfect curves of her rump in a slow and steady rhythm-- like a heartbeat.

"Oh, oh, oh--" Renamon moaned quietly and rocked her hips against mine. I nipped her just below her jaw line and let my teeth and tongue launch more tiny embers of data and energy into her neck while I lifted one hand and slid it beneath her ruff. She moaned more urgently as I ran my hand over the proud curve of her chest and down the taut muscles of her belly, her fur crackling and dancing with little flares of light in its wake. Renamon gasped and nosed my muzzle away from her neck so that she could kiss me again.

The way she moved was like waves of water washing over my body and she made me forget my intent to stretch out the foreplay as long as possible. With one hand curved around her behind and one pressing low on her belly, I made my energy surge between them, forcing a flow of data through her magnificent body. Renamon cried out on a taken breath, her head thrown back and her claws digging into my back. I could feel the waves of pleasure ripple through her and timed my pulses to match them. She lifted one powerful thigh and wrapped it around my hip, using her heel against my rump to crush me against her, trapping my hand between us.

I used the last of my strength to push energy through every bit of my body that touched hers in one intense flare. Renamon screamed and every muscle in her body leapt into hard, trembling curves. Her head snapped forward and she buried her teeth into my neck as her claws ripped across my shoulders and her body jerked wildly against mine.

The strength went out of both of us and we fell in a graceless heap. We were both gasping-- Renamon with satisfaction and me with-- well-- half exhaustion, half pain. It was moments before Renamon came back to herself and realized what had happened.

"Oh, your poor neck!" she cried. "I'm so sorry!"

"It was worth it," I told her. "You don't know how much I love hearing you moan like that-- feeling you move like that. I wouldn't care if you chewed my arm off."

She bent her head and licked my wounds. I gently stroked her back as the clear blue shimmer of light that flowed from her tongue healed me.

"Ahh--" I sighed, "that feels wonderful."

Renamon sat up and regarded me quietly for a moment and then placed one hand on my chest and pushed me to the earth. She leaned over as if for a kiss and her tongue lightly flicked out and touched just the tip of mine as it dripped cool blue fire. She ran her tongue along the underside of my jaw and nipped her way ever so gently down my throat. She nuzzled through my ruff and her teeth traced the outlines of my chest muscles as her tongue flickered in and out, making my fur crackle and my skin tingle. She slid lower down my body and the sparkling flares of light where her mouth moved over my belly became more intense. My stomach muscles jerked involuntarily and I couldn't suppress a gasp of pleasure.

It wasn't long before I was moaning and writhing with almost unbearable sensation. Renamon's tongue painted stripes of shivering ecstasy all over my body and her teeth punctuated them with bright sparks of pleasure. I kneaded her shoulders and rolled my head from side to side, crying out as bight flashes of blue light lit the trees above me.

There was one last actinic burst of light and a searing flare of pleasure ripped through me. My lips peeled back from my fangs and I howled as my body snapped into a hard arch, jerking uncontrollably.

We lay together on the soft grass for a long time afterward. I stoked and kissed Renamon gently but didn't say anything. Words just couldn't express all joy and tenderness I felt toward her. She lay in my arms and snuggled against me, her cheek against my chest. We might have lain there all night if the police hadn't come storming through the park.

"I dunno," said one of the officers to another, "If someone had been setting off a bunch of fireworks here, wouldn't we be able to smell the burnt powder?"

"We got four different people calling about it. Something must have happened here."

"Yeah, and one of them claimed it was demons! Sheesh!"

Renamon and I exchanged looks and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

It scared the hell out of the cops.