In a room
The sign reads
"Welcome all new travellers.
To continue you must go through a series of doors.
After going through you will pick a costume. You will then become a half- human and half that creature.
After a week(100 mins a hour,20 hrs a day,10 days a week) has passed you may morph and get another costume. To start of with you will only be able to become 40% human to 60% human.
If you put on a costume you will then become that creature, be teleported to it's home town and have to wait a week before being able to morph.
After 50 costumes you may change into one of your other costumes and become 30% to 70% human. When changing costumes you must wait at least an hour before you can change costumes again.
100 different species/gender costumes allows you to gender-morph and become 20% to 80% human
200 different species costumes allows you to combine costumes and become 10% to 90% human
400 different species costumes allows you to return to your world with no more morphing
And 800 different species costumes makes a polymorph and allows you to morph outside of this world.
Also if you have a costume like a centaur then the human part will always be human and is counted towards the human percentage.
Any gender/species transformation magic of yours can only change your gender(if you have at least 100 costumes) and the animal part to a different animal.
When you change into a different costume (that you already have) you may teleport to that species home town but you will have the week penalty where you have no costume changes.
If you die while wearing a costume you will be reborn at the local inn (or appropriate location ). If you have more then 100 costumes you will lose the costume you had when you died and go to an appropriate place for your next costume.
If you fail to make it out in 100 years(100 weeks in a year) one of your possible forms will be chosen and you will be permanently stuck in that form(apart from magic) until you die. Also there will be no possibility of going back to your world.
Also, one final note: should you take a female form and become pregnant, you won't be able to change your gender until the child is born, though the other aspects of your form may change (the child will change to match.) That is all, and good luck!
You realise that you have to do what the sign said to do and go through the doors and grab a costume.
Alternatively you could use the key system to determine the room
Written by Catprog on 11 February 2004
Fictional Land
You go through the door.
All of a sudden it slams shut and with no handle on this side it appears that you are stuck.
There are two more doors however and both of them have a sign on them saying
Costume room for
Element: Land
Type: Fictional
Gender: ????
So which door do you want
Written by Catprog on 01 January 1970
Female Fictional Land
You go through the door.
All of a sudden it slams shut and with no handle on this side it appears that you are stuck.
There are five costumes in this room, all of them female, all of them are fictional land creatures.
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- Uraby(yu-gi-oh)
Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004
Renamon
You slip on gloves that have the yin-yang simple on them. Suddenly fur shoots up your arm. You try and get the gloves off but fail.
You begin to scratch furiously as fur continues to spread across your body. Your chest is soon covered in white fur, which begins to grow thicker and ruffle up around your neck. On each shoulder, 3 "Spikes" of fur extend outward. Your fingers begin to merge together, forming 3 fingered paws with claws. You flex them.
The rest of you upper body, with the exception of your head, is now covered in yellow fur.
The itching sensation begins to extend down toward your waist.
You quickly throw the rest of your clothes off, not wanting them to get ruined as a yellow tail with a white tip extends from your spine. As the yellow fur continues down your legs, a stylized black ying yang symbol appears on your upper thighs. Your feet, now covered in white fur, begin to remould into digitigrade paws.
You can see in a nearby mirror that from the neck down it looks like you're wearing a costume of the anime character renamon, but seemed to have forgotten the mask.
That quickly begins to change though as you feel the bones in your head starting to shift. You yell out in pain as your hear them crack and restructure, making your head more vulpine. Your ears move up and extend outward. The yellow fur quickly grows all over your newly formed fox head, with white ear tips and a dark zigzag pattern underneath each eye.
Soon you are a full Renamom. You remember that this was the female room but the next change is still a shock to you.
As you watch in shock, your manhood begins to shrink and pull back into your body, you try to grasp it, hoping to maybe keep it from vanishing, but it's futile. You quiver a little as your internal plumbing begins to rework itself. You groan and cup your chest as it begins to swell. Two breasts grow underneath the white fur, and drop to your knees at the new sensations going through your body, as your breasts and new female organs complete their formation.
Written by on 04 September 2005
It's the perfect time to panic!
You're a girl! You're a girl! Your more freak out about this then the transformation into Renamon; only by a little. You fly out of the dressing room, swatting back the curtains only to cut them with your now clawed hands. Sounds of torn fabric sound louder, stronger than they ever did before on your human ears. Wild ideas run though your mind as you pace the shop, not yet brave enough to step outside of the suspiciously empty shop. You need help, but who?! Pacing up and down, you can't think of anything.
You stop and try to cross your arms, and fail. Your newly grown chest gets in the way. “How the hell do girls cross their arms?!”You yell in frustration. Thinking of your mom, you can picture her crossing her arms, but never thought to recall the details. You never thought something like this would happen. “Mom!” You yell, surly she'll know what to do. You briefly consider calling your friends, but surly they would not believe you and if they did. You would be a viral sensation in a you-tube minute.
“You're going to call you mom?” a voice laughs. Your ears twitch instinctively to the sound, and you spin to your right. You see the digimon, Impmon. His bandana flutters in front him as he continues to laugh at you, but you remind yourself; he can't be a real digimon and neither can you. This can't be happening you try to convince yourself. “This isn't happening? I want my mommy.” He wines at you, before he laughs again. “I changed the costumes and I can put them back. If I want too.” He hops the desk. “Follow me if you dare little former-human!” Impmon jumps behind the desk, you rush to the desk to see where he went.
“Holy shit” you say staring at the blue-green whirling portal. This whole day was turning into a
giant manga production. What should you do?
Written by psto1464 on 03 June 2017
Follow That Impmon
Is he really Impmon or a cosplayer high on drugs and has infected you with it? Either way you weren't going to let him get away with this! Without thinking you jump down the porthole. The swirling of lights and dancing colours around you start to make your mind spin. Your stomach isn't in a better place. Just as your think your going to threw up your last meal. The black spots that were forming in your eyes get bigger, until your completely swallowed up by it. You faint.
You wake up blinking at a foreign ceiling. The soft bed underneath you isn't your own, its much softer and cradles around you. Nearly lulling you into another sleep. That is when your brain decides to remind you of the past few hours. “Impmon!” you shout raising from the bed in a quick burst. It only aids in making your head spin.
“Be at ease Renamon, Impmon is not here.” your ears twitch again, you turn towards the voice. It was in the doorway of the simple bedroom. A large reptile stood there, he is about five no six feet tall, you start to sweat as you look on. You called him a reptile but as you look, you change it to a dragon. A large red dragon, with yellow eyes, long wing-like ears. It was a Guilmon, instead of hard and battle ready as you expected he was kind and motherly looking?
You stay silent in wonder, then you realized you started to accepted this all as real. He had to be a cosplayer or drug dealer too, right? “I don't do drugs!” you randomly shout at the now confused Guilmon.
“Okay,”Guilmon says slowly, putting down a covered tray, that you just noticed on a nearby dresser.
“I just want to get off this stuff, and go home!” you yell again, all the panic and fear you built up inside just spilling out. Guilmon nods, you feel free to put it all out there. “I just wanted to try on the costume. I'm a fan of Renamon! I never wanted to become one!” To just get it all off your chest. “Or is it some new drug?!” You start to shake, everything is just so much. “I just want to go home, a normal human male. I want this never to have happened to begin with!” You finish with a high pitch cry. Guilmon comes over to the bedside. He reaches out with a paw, a paw with three fingers; three fingers with huge claws. You?
Written by psto1464 on 20 June 2017
Stay
You stay still watching as the claw hand slowly comes down on your head. “I believe you. Impmon is a dangerous digimon, working with the wrong people.” The claw paw comes down to around your shoulder and pulls you in for a hug. “We don't get Tamers here in these parts often but I'll ask Caulmon. She'll know what to do, maybe call her older brother.” You hear the words but you feel kinda of funny, flushed, you push out of Guilmon's arms. Head turned away; you couldn't look Guilmon in the eyes. If you were still human you would think you were blushing, but do digimon blush?
“ I may not look it now, but I'm a guy, so no hugs!” You sound like a indent girl, but you couldn't help it! It was this suit that changed you and nothing more. Guilmon awkwardly failed his claws around before scratching his chest. When you look back at him, you see that like you a few minutes ago. He now turned away, and did his red face seem redder? You giggle thinking it's cute. You gasp and Guilmon turns away.
“
I didn't giggle!” You cry, you didn't, not one damn bit. You deny it with ever fibre of yourself.
“ Of course not! You're a guy, you just-”Guilmon rolled his shoulders searching for the right word. “Hiccoughed funny! Because you haven't eaten!” Guilmon said desperately. Equality desperate to pass it off you nod and agree.
“ I have breakfast!” Guilmon says, standing quickly. Nearly hitting you with his tail has he turned. “Let's eat out in the dinning room, instead of here, in this tight space; where we can only smell how nice you are.” You heart goes all gooey, he thinks you smell nice. WAIT! You yell inwardly at this thought.
Written by psto1464 on 29 June 2017
Story over breakfast
“Yes!” you talk just as loud as Guilmon. “To the dinning room!” Desperate to leave this weird female feelings behind you, you follow Guilmon to the dinning room for the most awkward breakfast of your life.
During this awkward meal you manage to tell Guilmon the story. Guilmon nods and seems just as shocked as you at what had happened. You agree that your only option is to go to this Caulmon and see what she could do. Together you make you way out of the house and up the path to Calumon's house.
“So you live all alone Guilmon?” You ask with a full stomach and Guilmon around you feel more at ease to make casual conversation.
“Yes, many of my type go with our battle instincts. Wanting to battle and work with Tamers.” He voice his trailing off.
“Not for you?” You say kicking an errant pebble out of your way. “You seem like you could be a natural.”
“I would be, but I like my farm. Working to grow things digimon need to evolve or to heal. It makes me feel complete.” You notice Guilmon turned sad, his tail dragging behind him on the ground. “You don't need to understand, I'm use to being the odd digimon out.” He tries to smile bravely at you, but fails. You can see his pain, and it inspires you to tell him something you never shared with another.
Written by psto1464 on 03 July 2017
Flowers
“I understand more than you know. My folks and their friends. Heck, even my own friends. Think I want to be a cop, work the beat. Carry a gun, fight to defend our citizen's” You swing out an arm in a mock salute. You know you sound bitter but can't stop. “I would really like to work in the gardens, tend the flowers sell them in my mom's shop; maybe in my shop!”
“You like to garden?” Guilmon asked, surprised. Your taken aback, you assumed he would understand.
“I know it's stupid.” You look away kicking a larger stone out of the path.“
No! Not at all! After all I'm a farmer! What do you think natural path for growth? No external manipulations?” Guilmon was leaning foreword tail swishing like a happy dog, which was adorable. There was those thoughts again! You ignore them and instead go with the conversation of farming and what to do about weeds, which could be found in any world it seemed. You feel free and relaxed like you haven't felt like in a long time.
“Here we are.” Guilmon sounded as disappointed as you felt. You were just starting to talk about how useful claws were in sowing of seeds. The house was simple, and well cute. You didn't even flinch at the word cute running though your mind. It was just a thing until you got out of this body, now that thought did leave a mark, you grimace. Had you grown attached to Guilmon so quickly?
“Caulmon!” Guilmon shouts out, “I have a visitor who needs you help!”
Written by psto1464 on 08 July 2017
Caulmon
“Back here, culu!” a girl called out from behind the house. “I've been waiting, culu!” You follow Guilmon behind the house. Your steps not as eager has they would have been earlier, maybe it's the suit you convince yourself. It doesn't want stuck back on that hanger.
“ Welcome! Culu!” said a tiny fairy like digimon, she was all white but for the small red triangle on the centre of its forehead, it was circled by other triangles' they were black. It also had purple socked feet and purple tipped ear, so all white was a little inaccurate ,you guess.
“I heard about your problem, culu.” Caulmon said flying over to look at your face.
“You want me to help Guilmon, culu?” Caulmon turned to Guilmon. Guilmon wraps his tail around himself to play with it with his claws.
“If it makes her, no him; happy.” Guilmon looks deep into your eyes, you can't turn away. His eyes were full of caring and love; and so quickly. You don't know if your flattered or repulsed.
“ A Tamer will come and pick up you up and take you home in the next gate, culu.” Caulmon was a cute digimon but it seemed to look at you with more knowledge then you think a fairy species could. “The outfit will go away with the next trip, but only if you take it soon. Otherwise you're stuck, forever a Renamon, culu.” Caulmon spins around you before stopping in front of your face again. “If that's what you wish.”
“I-I have to go home now.” A tearful Guilmon takes off. You hesitate to follow.
“You have to choose now, they'll be here soon, culu.” Caulmon stops waiting for your choice.
Written by psto1464 on 12 July 2017
Wait for the Tamer
“ I'll wait for the Tamer but later could you tell him...” You trail off not sure what to say. He was a great guy, digimon. Your short meeting influence you to grab hold of your dreams. When you got home, you would have that flower shop and you would name it after him.
“ I know, culu” Caulmon said. “Here she is.”
“ Wow, looks like a regular digimon to me.” A girl no more than twelve came out of the house. Red-brown hair pulled into a spiky pony-tail. She wore a light blue sport shirt with a dark blue broken heart in the middle of it, rolled up jeans and over-sized red running shoes. She had a Renamon, a real Renamon you feel compelled to remind yourself. Even though she looked exactly has you do now. “ I am a human boy. Thank you.” You say bluntly, just added the thank you to the end so you don't chase off your way out of there, and out of the costume.
“ Whatever. We best to go. We had a controlled digimon on our tail not to long ago. There's a gate nearby, should get you home.” The girl shrugged and turned to go the opposite way that Guilmon took to get you here. Renamon, turned and followed silently, which you were grateful for, you may now share the same icy blue eyes. You just knew yours didn't cut though you like a final judgement on your soul, you shiver at the thought.
“ Not so fast Rika! I'm not done playing with that digimon yet!” Impmon appeared out of nowhere. You jumped back nearly tripping on your own tail as it curved into your legs, your like a scared dog. You try to force it back out but fail. You can try to act fine, but your body knows your afraid. The girl, Rika is the opposite she stand out front with her Renamon, strong and ready to battle.
“I am a human boy.” You say not wanting a girl to out do you. It wasn't much, but it was all you got.
“ Surprised you followed me here momma's boy,” Impmon said, mocking you like he did earlier.
“ Mommas boy. Useless as a digimon and a human.” Rika snorted. Ouch! What was that girl's problem with you?
“ I didn't ask for this! I was just having some fun, when that! ” You point at Impmon who was pretending to cry in his eyes out. “Made a mess of things.” You could feel anger build up in you as you go on. “I just trying to play around, try on a costume of my favourite digimon!” You shout at Rika who remains un-bothered. “Which if you haven't figured it out yet, is you!” You point a claw hand at Renamon, Rika's Renamon. You feel pressure build up inside you, it has to come out!
Written by psto1464 on 19 July 2017
Attack Impmon
“ Gaahhhh!” you scream and leap into the air. The pressure in you slowly flows out, your feeling better as you raise a fist to give Impmon a beat down you feel he clearly deserved. A side glance revealed a ghostly blue flame enveloping your paw but you don't care. You're just mad. You bring down the flaming paw ready to send Impmon flying across the yard.
When Renamon step in front, purple sleeved arm crossed in front of her face. She takes the blow like its nothing, you stay trapped in that place until the ghost flames die out. You fall to your knees puffing, the anger drained out of you, You look up at the Renamon who stopped your blow. “
Thank you, that-that wasn't me.” You stutter, Impmon is one of the world's or multi-verses biggest jerk, but it wasn't your place to destroy him, that blow could have killed the tiny digimon! A final acceptance over the situation settles in you. “If I stay like this much longer, maybe you can help me with control?” You ask, even a few more hours with no control seem like to much. What if something set you off again? You didn't like that. If you hit someone, you wanted full control of the situation and power behind the blow.
“ Didn't know you cared Renamon.” Impmon jumped up and kissed Renamon's check. For a minute there you had assumed he was talking to you!
“ I don't,” Renamon finally talks! Answering Impmon with a cool uninterested voice. You watch as she picks him up by his bandana and tosses him like his nothing. With a simple flick of her wrist she sends Impmon flying over the house and out of sight. You look at your own yellow fur paw and black claws. You had the same power now. Which amazed you but not the control. Which you realize was more important then the power.
You look up at Renamon, who stared down at you with her icy blue gaze. “Your more amazing then I ever could have imagined.” In awe over what you now understand was a amazing amount of power.
“ It was nothing.” Renamon answered turning away. “Let's get you home, human boy.” Renamon walks over to her Tamer, Rika. Who must have stayed at the side-lines this entire time. Your happy that she called you human boy and not Renamon. It was good to have someone else remember and acknowledge your circumstances. Just for when, if, you got lost within yours.
“ Not bad. You could make some Tamer proud if you stayed like this.” Rika said, still standoffish but not insulting as earlier, you'll take it.
Written by psto1464 on 23 July 2017
Keep following your dreams
“ No thanks! I have my own dreams to follow, you know?” You say falling into step with Rika and Renamon.
“ That I can understand, momma's boy.” Rika said
“ I am not a momma's boy. My mom just happens to think under pressure better than me and I was thinking of consulting her in this matter!” You try to make it sound a lot better than the blunt truth which was; that you nearly wet your fur and wanted your mom. Doesn't make you a momma's boy, just a scared human boy. Perfectly natural under unnatural circumstances, you assure yourself.
“ I'm not done yet you power-hungry Renamon!” Impmon was back and was he talking to you? Or? All three of you twirl around Impmon is running at you. His red gloved? Or red paws had a small a red ball of flame on top of each finger. He was attacking!
Renamon casually walked in front of both Rika and you. “Enough.” Renamon says, with speed faster than your eyes can follow Renamon races forward meeting Impmon in the middle. Impmon slashes at her with red flamed claws. You wince but Renamon isn't bothered by the flames. His attacks, Impmon's attacks you figure must mean nothing to a fighter like Rika's Renamon. Renamon brings up a paw and slams it down on Impmon's head, knocking him out in one hit. He falls in a heap on the ground.
“That should keep him busy until we get you home.” Renamon walks back over to you. “ I guess that would.” You say surprised by the casualness of it. You walk on in silence until a familiar portal, gate comes into view.
“ There's your way home momma's boy.” You wince at Rika's nick name for you, but it's not like you'll see her again so you bear with it.
“ I just jump?” You said looking down into the familiar stomach turning, swirling mass.
“ Wait! Culu!” You hear Caulmon call out, the three of you turn. Seeing Caulmon buck and weave in the air as she tried to race towards you. “ What is it?” You ask, catching the tired Caulmon in your arms.
“ Won't work, culu.” Caulmon puffs, “I read it wrong. You will just travel to a different multi- verse. That would be unsafe, culu.” Caulmon melts her white body, almost disappearing into your yellow furred arms.
Written by psto1464 on 26 July 2017
Stay
“ So what happens to mamma's boy here,” Rika asked before you think to.
“ He must search here, until he finds another suit.” Caulmon waves a paw in the air, apparently not ready to leave your arms.
“ Then I get home?” You ask, Caulmon looks up at you with large puppy eyes. Then turns away.
“ Maybe.” Caulmon whispers.
“ Maybe! I can't babysit him forever!” Rika says it like she could be possibly be having a worse day then you.
“ I don't exactly like your company either!” You snap at Rika, and turn your attention back to Caulmon.
“ What do you know?” You ask. “
You keep on trying on suits, these suits are each different. They work only on those like you.” Caulmon says. You want to question her like me comment, but let it go. Not wanting to stop the flow of information.
“ You keep on trying until one leads you home. I can't tell you how I know, or when you would get home. Only that it would be someday.” Caulmon raises herself in the air and drifts over to Renamon shoulder to sit, she surprisingly doesn't get brushed away.
Written by psto1464 on 30 July 2017
Planning
“ So what a few days, weeks?” You ask, you have already excepted your situation, you were trying to take it in your stride. But you had a life, family, friends they would worry. Heck! You would worry. You bit your lip in thought but you had made a choice, you were going to except this and do the best with whatever comes at you.
“ Weeks most likely, but maybe years.” Caulmon whispered the last part so soft that you nearly didn't hear her.
“ Years, years.” You whisper, as cold reality of it sinks in your stomach. You feel the cold dread of the situation weigh in you. Caulmon nods.
“ What about my family, they'll worry.” You say kind of numb to the idea to the length of this weird and scary journey your taking.
“ I can talk to them or get one of the others too.” Rika offers, for once she talk to you without sarcasm interlacing with her voice.
“ You wont be alone. I will help you, culu.” Caulmon says.
“ I will help you train you in your current form.” Renamon offers.
“ I'll get any messages back to you and keep an ear out for any information on digimon suits.” Rika says. “But that's it!” Rika adds sternly as if she was being soft on you earlier. You take a deep breath, you might be a digimon, you might be a girl digimon, but it was time to man up.
“ Thanks guys. Let's do this!” You say firmly. No matter how long it takes, no matter the years and whatever you change into along the way. You were you, and you were going to get stronger. It wasn't a debate. It was a fact.
Written by psto1464 on 06 August 2017
Training
“How do we go about this?” You ask Renamon. You were back at Calumon's house, where they
had spent the night after finding out you couldn't go home. You had tossed and turned all night, before deciding to stick with your guns and train this body to defend yourself not only from Impmon but from yourself. Rika was inside having tea break, as Caulmon put it. While you talk basic training with her partner in Calumon's backyard.“
You felt your power fill up inside you before when you attacked Impmon.” Renamon made
this a statement and not a question. “It filled you up and you unleashed it. Without thought.” You winceas her cold eyes star you down, judging you. Your guts feel a twist of guilt when she justifiably knocks you down. “You acted like a child. Like a brat. Letting your opposition press you into attack, with a few words. You might as well de-digivole into a form you can handle.”
“Okay!” You put your paws up in surrender. This whole turning into a girl digimon was a blow
to your ego, but this was banging it down to zero. Gathering together what little pride you had left and looked straight into Renamon's ice blue eyes. “What can I do?”
“Nothing.” Renamon said, her arms crossed across her chest.
“Nothing!” You shout, you could feel your eyes bulging in shock. “Come on! I know I suck but
I can't suck that much!”
“It takes years to practice and years further to gain control.” Renamon tells you flatly.
“I don't want to stay like this!?” You yell with frustration you put your claws paw over your head, a familiar move from when you were human and had hair to run your fingers though when you were frustrated. You suck in some air and slowly release it, calming yourself down. “Just show me some basics, please.”
“What do you think are the basic.” Renamon stared at you her continuous gaze makes you feel
this answer was important. What do you think the basics are strength? In the ninja movies back home, they always had to run around a lot to train. Concentration? They meditate and think about the why's and therefore's and some big ninja master stuff. Control seemed like a good choice, but how to you gain control?
“I don't know.” You answer honestly, and rub a paw down your dry face. Apparently, with fur, you don't sweat but you felt like if you could. You would have soaked your fur down the tip of your drooped tail.
“Good.” Renamon nodded. “Then I'll give you a choice. We can start with your anger and
frustration. Control those and you wont have anymore outburst anymore. Or we can try summoning the power within you without those emotion being present.” You didn't see much of a difference in the two choices. You open your mouth to ask when Renamon continues. “They are the flip coin of one another, but how you go about tackling either is different.”
“I get to choose?” Seemed suspicious, giving a choice to someone who had no clue what they
were doing. She wouldn't set you up to fail, would she?
“I thought you would appreciate some control.” Renamon solemnly inclined her head to you. “I
can only help you with one, before Rika and I must go help the others.”
Written by psto1464 on 11 August 2017
Deal with your anger
“I'll deal with my anger and frustration.” You decided out loud. You didn't like how as soon as you lost your temper, this power took over you. If this could go on for years then you were bound to get mad at the situation, take it out of someone; even if you didn't mean it. Your figure it's easier to apologize for a misplaced word, then a flaming fist to the face.
“I can still lose my temper though, right?” You ask and when Renamon just looks at you, you quickly add to the question. “I'm mean, I can occasionally yell and like kick something?” She just continues to stare. “I'm just going shut up now.” You finish, you can just figure it out later, on your own. Without the judgmental stares.
“Let's get away from the house. I don't want you to damage it.” Renamon turned and walking away from you. You quickly follow behind.
“Good luck mom-ma's boy!” You hear Rika call out, you raise a paw but couldn't respond or you would lose track of Renamon.
“So how do we begin?” You ask, yet again. As you stand a few meters away from the house.
“Now that we're alone. I must ask you something.” Renamon faced away from you and then turned her head to look out you.
“You'll never get home.” Renamon turns on you. “You weak and pathetic. Rika was right about you your nothing but a pathetic mom-ma's boy.” Renamon paused, “If your even human that is?” Your body trembles, and your temple throbs has each question stabs at your insecurities.
“I thought we've been though this already.” You ground out though clenched teeth. You were angry, okay, you're beyond angry; you're pissed. You wouldn't act on it, nope not you, you are the king of calmness. You might shake with the effort to hold yourself back but you would. You had this figured out she's trying to anger you, but you would remained cool. You would prove you could deal with your
anger. You are not a child.
“Impmon can't do much, all he can do is taught you.” Renamon waves a hand dismissing your words, you. “You see how easily I dealt with him. Rita could deal with alone, as long as he fought fair. That's why she's my Tamer.” You were not going to lose it. Nope not you. Maybe if you focus on the way were you grinding your teeth you could loosing up your tense shoulders.
“Rita is only eleven in human years, you are younger than her with the way your acting. I will not go hard on a mere child.” Renamon turns around and faces you fully. “Perhaps you should give up on going home if your human.” Renamon says softly with a voice full of condescension. You can feel
that swirling mass of power starting in the pit of your stomach. It felt warm and it was getting hotter. You start taking deep even breaths, remembering hearing from somewhere that it's suppose to help calm you.
“If you're a digimon, count your blessings you managed to digivole to Renamon, on your own and go back to whatever digiverse you come from.”
Renamon places a paw on your shoulder. You watch the yellow fur paw land slowly there before you snap, slapping it away. You feel that warmth in you gut stretch and spread throughout your body. It was hot, boiling hot, you could feel the tips of your claws tingle from the sensation. You get lost it, it feels great. The build up of power and it wants out. Surly, you think that would feel even better?
Written by psto1464 on 14 August 2017
Attack
“Diamond Storm!” You shout, it feels like an echo in your head. The words familiar yet foreign. The build up of heat escapes your body, forming it a dozen green popular tree leaves. It feels good, but not enough. Lost in your anger, in the power of the moment. Your thoughts turn towards Renamon, she was the only target here.
On this grassy field there was nothing but bright green grass, yourself and Renamon. Her yellow fur reminded, her purple sleeved covered arms, point fox-like noise and cold eyes. Those frigid blue eyes! You knew though you haven't looked, you felt though you couldn't look. Renamon was a mirror, a mirror of what you are now. What you couldn't control and what you couldn't be.
They stopped in the air long enough for you to see the green large oval pointed leaves twirl and for you reasoning to come back. The leaves turn and point at Renamon. She wanted to see your power? She wanted you angry? Then let her have it! The leaves came raining down on Renamon. Sharp like daggers their edges glittered in the sun. Renamon only lifted a paw as defence, you watch her raise it and bring down the leaves with quick movements of her claws. Shredding your attack like it was nothing, and making green dust in the wind.
“Damn!” You mutter more to yourself then Renamon. She was always so calm! You didn't have that! The power was still felt tight, nestled inside you, like it was lying there; an eager dog waiting for commanded. Renamon drops her paw back to her side, you don't even rate a defensive stance.
“Diamond Storm.” You say loudly but without screaming. The words still feel, you pause as the power releases once more a twirling of leaves; funny. Giving this feeling a word seems to centre you. You watch calmly as the leaves get into place. You weren't a real digimon, you didn't grow up with this power. You couldn't control it easily, you just got the damn ability! There was one thing you could do, and that was be human. Renamon raises her sharpened claws yet again, ready to destroy our leaves. You feel a smile creep up on your face. It feels weird, like it was hooking up around your teeth. If you could see it, you probably look a little crazy, but that was fine with you. As the leaves shot ahead, you followed behind. Using your much large digimon feet to dig into the grass beneath you. You feel fast. A wind created by your own movements ruffled you fur. You use your powerful legs to leap into the air, it felt great! Your own human legs couldn't do this!
“Knock out!” You shout with a laugh. As gravity bought you back down, it brought down your fist. Your Diamond storm was already shredded green dust, man was she quick! Renamon block it and tossed you sideways. You roll in the grass, defeated. You not even mad. The anger was gone, drained out of you, leaving with the feeling of power but no need to use it. Renamon's face comes into view.
“Knock out is not a move.” Renamon says, her face as closed off and unreadable as always.
“Maybe for you, but I'm special.” You say fully aware of how cocky you sound.
“Oh?” Renamon makes the sound with a quirk of her ear.
“I'm a boy trapped in a digimon body. We boys got our own moves.” You feel the same creepy smile drift across your face. You don't care, your felt awesome, this time you had it. A true acceptance of your circumstance, you in a digimon body, but that didn't stop you from being a boy. You gave Renamon two thumbs up from your place on the ground.
“That I can believe. Now lets repeat that last movements but with more thought.” You watch Renamon turned and walked a few feet away. “Now again. While the feeling is still fresh inside of you.”
“Alright!” You jump up and focus on pulling that nest of energy from you body. You felt the warm power flow through you, it came faster and easier then before. “Diamond Storm” You repeat calling out this power and Renamon destroying it, until the high noon sun because a russet orange of evening.
“That's enough for now.” Renamon halts the training with a raised paw. Your panting so hard that you can't stop to responds, you feel as though you could pass out. You get back home you swear to work out more. “Lets go back, eat rest and discuss where you go from here.” You nod wearily and trail behind Renamon as you follow her path back to the house. As tired as you are, you doubt you would remember where it was. Back at the house, you slump tiredly on the small couch Calumon had in her open floor plan main floor, it was pink and cute. The whole design was very cute, all pink, white with fresh-cut flowers nearly everywhere including hanging from the ceiling; they were the ones you notice most as you had you head draped on the back of the couch, you only had it in you to look up.
“Would you like to rest instead of helping out with super, culu?” Caulmon ask floating above your head, concern etched into her white furry puppy like face.
“You need help?” You ask tiredly, you had done dozens of Diamond storm before you could send for it at will; everything felt heavy and if it wasn't heavy you couldn't feel it at all. Like the tail, you assumed it was there, but could you feel it? No, no you couldn't. “I can help.” You don't want to get off the small but heavenly soft couch but manners dictate you should help out, right?
“You don't have to, culu!” Caulmon waves her paws and shook her head back and forth, deny her need for help with her whole body. Do you?
Written by psto1464 on 17 August 2017
Insist and Help Out
No, I'll help out.” You bend your head around Caulmon and get up with a groan. There's that dead weight again. Each step was heavy but you weaved yourself around the coffee tables and work your way to the white wood kitchen, it was simple and well cute. Cute was the word your mind latches on as you look around the kitchen for something to do. Tiny silver pots had little flowers imprinted in there sides. If you could see the plates, they would be the same, you had no doubt.
“Could you fetch Renamon and Rika there out front?” Calumon weaved around, surly she didn't need you for that?
“I can cut stuff or set the table. I'm not that tired.” You were but offer a smile to Caulmon, who seems unconvinced.
“Go and get them culu.” Calumon says flatly, the way she floated there while she said that, reminded you of your mom.
“Yes mam!” You reply sharply with a salute, you weren't going to argue and now that you were up, you felt like enjoying the supper Calumon was making. You walk left out the front door, where Rika and Renamon were. They both turned and look at you with funny looks.
“What?” You don't have it in you to be offend though clearly feeling otherwise you would be. “Calumon's got supper done.” You say it like your defending yourself, your not sure why but you feel like you should be on guard.
“Where leaving after supper.” Rika says, “You on your own here on out mom-ma's boy.” Rika crosses her arms and taps her foot, what did she except from you a fight?
“I knew you have to leave sometime. A digiverse to save and all.” You rub behind your head, you feel sad, “I'll miss you guys though.” You express your feeling, not something you normally would do, but felt you could give in to because what was all going on. “It was amazing training with the Renamon.” You duck your head not looking straight at either of them. You might be sharing your feeling but that didn't mean you had to look at them while you were doing it. “Thank you. Thank you both.”
“Isn't that touching?” A deep voice cuts into your conversation. “Sounds like a last farewell to me. Why don't I make it one?” You swirl at the sound at the voice.
Written by psto1464 on 22 August 2017
Beelzemon
A few feet from where your standing was a large digimon. He stood a towering six, maybe seven feet high. He was humanoid and built like a wrestler, he was pure mussels poured into leather pants and a white fur collared jacket. His boots had spikes and thick like a motorcycle rider. He had a purple mask covering the upper half of his or was it is face? You could tell, it looked like a crow, matching the crow like mask was his large black wings on his back. He was one scary looking dude.
At home you would have ran across the street to avoid passing him, or even duck into a store carrying nothing but women's underwear. Embarrassment would be bettering then facing him. You feel shaky and it wasn't your worn out body either, you were afraid. Your eyes run over him again, hoping vainly to change what you see, when you notice a red bandana on his arm. One that was remarkable like.
“Impmon?” You whisper it but you don't believe it. Impmon can't digivole.
“I am Beelzemon!” He shouts and pulls a large barrel guns from his side, how could you not notice them before! He points them directly at you, you though yourself to the ground as he shouts, “Heartbreak Shot!” The gun shoots off your feel a swirl of wind as Renamon sweeps you up and tossing you several feet away from the fight. You land were a thump and groan has it surly adds to the bruises hidden under your fur. At least you were alive but what about Renamon? You leap to your feet watching the two combats attack each in a whirl of movements you can barely kept track of. You were out of your league here, you knew that, but you had to do something!
Then you heard it again, those words that nearly took you down. “Heartbreak Shot!” It aimed at Rika.
Written by psto1464 on 24 August 2017
