Sorry this one took a little longer to come out, my internet was being kinda screwy for a while and I could really on work on one thing at a time.
Anyway darlings hope you enjoy this chapter, hints of depravity to come but keeping the narrative on the rails as well (hopefully).
Start!
Menma, now bereft of his mask, it sitting next to him, was currently seated at the park, his Digimon interacting with the two newbies, to them at least, who gave them a hand in the Deva fight. Menma's hair crackled with intense flames, but his eyes were half-lidded and he had never felt so calm.
In his moment of zen, he had the worst tunnel vision, but considering he was surrounded by friends he felt pretty safe just having a moment to himself. "I find it kind of funny, everything has been happening so fast. I can barely register it all." He mused, looking at his hands for a moment, "Though I can quite happily say the 10 grand I got off that big motherfucker is probably enough to make me salivate. I should get that off the grid asap... or at least store it in an off-shore account, just to be on the safe side."
"I wonder what that little digital blank spot on the scanner was though? I couldn't exactly check it out given the situation... I'll have to do some hunting for it later. For now though, there's a few more important things to deal with." He'd been living on the mercy of his parents for a while now, and whilst he knew they didn't really mind having him around, enjoyed it in fact, he knew that sooner rather than later he had to strike out on his own.
The fact that he was kinda rolling in it now, for someone his age at least, also helped this decision, he needed a place big enough to house his Digimon. Menma paused and rubbed his chin in thought, "Things to do... things to do..." He thought distantly, once more his Digivice pinged with an alert, though this time there wasn't exactly a specification.
Somewhere near the industrial district there was a large pulse of digital energy, "What could this be?" He questioned, standing up and walking away from the bench, "That's not too far..." Menma hummed in thought and looked to his collected posse.
"I don't wanna ruin everyone's fun, so I should probably only take two with me. Who're my biggest enablers?" That'd be any of them now that he thought on it, and he did wanna finally start railing an angel and a fox woman, so to that end.
"Yo, Miya, Angel. C'mere we're going for a quick walk." Ordered Menma, the fox and the cat bid their companions a short goodbye as they went to join their Master, Menma placated the others with the assurance he just wanted to check something and didn't need an army at his back to do it.
Warehouse District
Looking at his Digivice with a slight frown of concentration on his face Menma followed the source of the Digital wave, "This fluctuation just keeps getting bigger. What's the cause?" The curiosity was starting to gnaw at him something fierce, breaking to a light jog he darted down an alley way and across the street, the compass turned into a more refined dot-line to his destination.
He climbed up many floors before the Digivice began pulsing, "Well here we are. Bloody hell it just got cold." He rubbed one of his exposed arms and 'turned up' the flames across his body, pale blue embers sprouting across his chest, "Slightly better." Pushing the door in it was met with slight resistance, so shoulder barging it open he stumbled into a massive room filled with ice.
Stumbled enough to drop the Digivice, trying to get his bearings his feet bit into the ice enough to melt boot prints into it giving him a modicum of grip, "Oh my... what is this?" Questioned a haunting voice from the shadows, out stepped a familiar shape, though in place of a the blackened, leathery skin it was frostbitten pale flesh, an IceDevimon.
"A Digivice." Informed Menma as he strode towards the creature, the two females waiting back should they need to strike at a moments notice.
"Truly? Then you are one of those 'tamers?' How odd." Questioned/observed the IceDevimon, Menma looked at himself and couldn't really fault the creature for the comment. "Would you at all be interested in being my tamer?" Menma was about to give a resounding yes but IceDevimon decided to sweeten the deal, "As you can see..." It began, making a sweeping gesture around the room, light seemed to pour in as thick sheets of ice fell from the highest windows, ray of sunlight began arcing off large pillars of ice, upon closer inspection each held a Digimon of some kind.
"Each of these pillars of ice hold prey that I have hunted in preparation for a Master to come and tame me. Giving me the power to Digivolve into my greatest form, if you believe you can do this Master, I will show you my true power." Menma accepted the Digivice from the icy demon.
"That's something I could get behind. Just one sec..." Menma began the scan program, "My Digivice works differently to other 'tamers' I can scan a digimon and with their consent effectively 'overload' them into the Digivice and 'rebirth' them into a slightly more powerful state. This will let you Digivolve straight away, considering how strong you are already."
"Marvelous." IceDevimon's grin was almost facesplittingly large.
"Indeed... okay so place your hand on this and just let yourself kinda... loosen." Menma said as the scan reached 100%, IceDevimon did as it was told and when touching the Digivice it was sucked in, the scan glowed green and flashed 200% pulsing. Menma converted IceDevimon's data and reproduced it through the Digivice, letting it mature for a moment.
Without the IceDevimon here to maintain the impromptu cryostasis Menma saw the pillars begin to crack and fracture, he called the girls over,"Come stand with me, we're about to load a fuckton of data. Mega here I come." Menma was almost giddy, he couldn't wait to be out of this ugly form.
Data began pouring from the dozens of pillars, Menma's body acting as a vacuum, Angel and Miya following suit.
The difference between Digimon summoned by the Digivice and Digimon who appeared 'naturally' was the sheer amount of condensed data that could have stored in them. Add to the fact almost all of these Digimon were Champions and Ultimates meant one very special thing.
"Digivolution Active." Menma's eyes exploded with light as not one, but three Digivolutions began around him.
Firstly, was himself. No more was the musclebound brute but a slim, lanky pale-blueish skinned figure in the most badass of bikers attire, a black leather, fur collared jacket with two ropes draped from the shoulders, roughly a foot or so in length with a sheathed doublebarrel shotgun resting comfortably vertically on his back.
A black skintight shirt... thing with a zipper down the centre sat under his jacket showing off his absolutely perfect muscle definition, the torso section coming all the way to his jawline, his once flaming blue hair had become a mix of ashy blonde and shock black, once red eyes had turned a calm, tranquil emerald, now with an additional eye sprouting in the middle of his forehead, upon his purple beaked 'mask'.
A pair of forearm guards to compliment his armoured, clawed fingers. A pair of black jeans with two belts fastened around his waist, triangular knee guards and thick shin-high boots with a deadly looking trio of razor sharp spikes rising from the toes. A second shotgun resting in a holster on his left leg. Finally a roughly 4 foot long black metal looking tail with a diamond shaped telescoping pattern on it.
"Oh sweet mother of gods glorious globes, I could cum right now." Said the Sin of Digimon Gluttony, grinning to display a set of ivory razors that now resided in his jaw.
Much easier to describe would be Angel's now form, Angewomon, a scantily clad picture of ethereal beauty now almost completely human in appearance with thigh length golden blonde hair and fair skin, the only thing vaguely telling would be the eight elegant white wings from her back and the flowing light purple feathered cloth that seemed to hang about her, suspended by some kind of force.
Sporting a golden, literal, breastplate of angelic wings and an iron, white winged helmet as her armour Angel looked like a perverts delight. A white leotard with most of the actual cloth cut away, only a few tantalizing strands across her flat stomach to keep her 'bra' and her 'panties' together, her left leg however did have a single leg of cloth as opposed to her bare right, finally she wore a pair of white boots, one wreathed in feathers the other having a golden bangle around the ankle and showing the single leg of cloth may just be a very long boot.
Thirdly was Miya's Ultimate form, Toamon. Much more conservative than her angelic partner but not less shapely, he could see those hips, and they don't lie. Still possessing a foxy face but with a much less pronounced muzzle, Miya was her own picture of elegance, long flowing cream white robes with pauldrons bearing rectangular pillars, each side bearing the yin-yang symbol, a pair of loose fitting purple hakama and finally a white tabard with golden trimming and symbol down the lower half of the tabard. She also had a cute little hat.
The first thing Menma did after his transformation was stick his tongue down Miya's throat, the Taomon's eyes shot wide at the bold move of her Master but blue eyes met half-lidded green and a twinkle shon in her gaze before wrapping her arms around his shoulders and returning it fully.
"Oh my." Was all Angel could muster, her cheeks coloured brightly. Still getting used to being so tall, and so... shapely.
Separating from his vulpine mistress of seals the Demon Lord Digimon then feasted his lips upon the Angewomon without pause, under her helmet Angel's bright blue eyes shot wide open, this kiss was much shorter as Menma rapidly tried to keep his head together.
Taking a step back Beelzemon massaged his temples and took a deep breath, "Whilst I feel I should apologise, those were the best kisses of my life, and I may be drunk on power right now." This state of euphoria was quite powerful, a soft, sensual voice in the back of his mind purred proudly.
"Yes... veeeerry good."
That wasn't ominous at all.
"It's quite alright, Master. It was not unpleasant." Miya said, a smirk firmly set on her lips whilst Angel had both hands on her cheeks and was gushing about her first kiss with her gorgeous Master.
"IceDevimon should be ready to let out soon, let's head back to the park... phew, I feel like I could crack a planet right now." Menma shook himself out and just couldn't keep the grin off his face, throwing an arm around the two ladies with him he pulled them close, Angel immediately threw herself into the hug.
"Best day ever."
Shinjuku Park
All of them had gathered around to 'ooh' and 'ahh' at his new form, but Menma really couldn't blame them, he did notice however that at this point the transformation was so human-like his body had stopped bothering to humanize it more. That was good, it meant he looked as he should instead of some weird cosplayer. Being this tall was kind of throwing him though, 7' was more than enough to make it awkward to maintain eye contact with Takato when they spoke.
"I'm aware how damn good lookin' I am, that doesn't mean you guys are getting out of training today. Especially if more big bastards like Indramon are gonna come on through." Menma said fishing his Digivice from his jacket pocket, "These fingers I can work with, ugh Ogremon." He grimaced but grinned as he pulled up IceDevimon's screen and went to the Digivolution chart, he looked at the choices carefully, and by the power of boners he chose the only logical option.
LadyDevimon.
A black leather garbed bondage mistress looking fallen angel with bright red eyes and ashen grey skin, LadyDevimon ticked quite a few of his boxes, the only downside may be the fact she had a larger, clawed hand instead of two normal hands, but that was a very minor issue in the grand scheme of things.
And her tits were perfect.
And that ass oh lawdy.
And that gorgeous white hair! He was a sucker for beautiful hair.
He stopped fucking about and pulled her out, LadyDevimon... Lilith. He knew where she would end up and it just saved everyone time. Or maybe... no he could just re-scan Angel and Lilith to get Mastemon. He didn't want to sacrifice the two just to have them fight over one body, he'd rather reconstruct their data without the personalities to make a new personality in Mastemon.
Lilith appeared and looked about, spotting the large, lanky figure of Beelzemon she nearly purred in delight, "My-my Master. How cunning, taking all the frozen Digimon for yourself... but I will say you certainly delivered on your promise this form is... much more pleasing. Though these teats may get in my way." She hefted her new bossom with a slight frown.
"I've got them too!" Angel said, grinning widely and bouncing her own.
Both Takato and Henry, whom had stuck around for a little longer to chat, fell over with blood pouring from their noses.
"How quaint, an Angewomon." Grumbled Lilith.
"Now-now Lilith. Play nice. Everyone meet Lilith, she's the reason I was able to Digivolve so quickly, she'd stored a few dozen champion/ultimate bio-emerged Digimon with her powers as an IceDevimon." Speaking of he quickly had a look at her abilities and he nearly cheered at the gold he'd struck. Not only had she carried over her abilities from her time as an IceDevimon, she'd somehow managed to keep Frozen Claw. Menma was sure his Digivice didn't do that, so that must have been her 'viral lineage as Shu decided to call it.
The ability some Virus type digimon had to retain/absorb abilities form those they'd killed it wasn't too far of a stretch to imagine one could hold their own abilities. The rules when adding rogue Digimon to his Digivice were so sketchy sometimes it hurt his head.
Viral Lineage did give it a more dignified term of reference anyway.
Later, Uzumaki Home
After a long afternoon of grinding, the team was growing quickly, he even snuck a few levels in to make sure his new Mega form wasn't just for show. Then again a level 10 Beelzemon was hardly something to really fear.
All his team were stored in the Digivice he took off his jacket as he came in the door and pulled off his mask, the third eye going with it, closing like it was never there to begin with. Shaking out his bi-coloured haired the Beelzemon went upstairs to get something to eat, his father sitting at the table reading the paper whilst his mother was on the couch with a book.
Dropping the paper slightly Minato rose a brow, "Should I even ask."
"I absorbed a bunch of Digimon and got two smokin' hot femme fatales on my side... one of which used to be a cat, and the other a guy. Digimon are weird I try not think about it too much."
"Out of context that doesn't sound particularly... sanitary."
"In context it's not much better, but at least now I have a demon-lady and an Angel at my beck and call. So... if you hear anything. The answer is yes. And you shouldn't open the door."
"To the sight of you sleeping with a cat and another man?" Goaded Kushina, Menma rolled his eyes, having learned years ago that taking the bait now would be far worse.
Still it was nice to be back into a familiar routine. At least for a while.
END
It's 8 am and I haven't slept.
If you liked it lemme know, if you didn't cut back on the salt, it's bad for ya. If you choose one Digital fuckpuppet, who would it be?
Crass. Yaaaaasss.
Mine would probably be Mastemon because not only would that pussy be heavenly, she'd be a total freak as well.
Raxychaz!
