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Triad	By : Alexxx-Returns Category: Digimon > General Views: 3736 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 7 - The Early Days

Geea was the last of her friends to become a tamer. Neither Peter nor Shelby was quite sure which was the first, as they both kept it from each other for as long as they could. All they knew was Peter had discovered Shelby’s secret first, and confronted her straight away. And after the whole situation eventually normalised, they told Geea. Even if she wasn’t involved, keeping her out of the loop wasn’t an option, given how much time they spent with her.

Geea begged to come with the tamers when they made their third trip to the other side. She wouldn’t miss the opportunity and was expecting to have to fight to change their minds. But as it turned out, her tourism and company was welcomed. And so that weekend, the five found themselves crumbling and compressing as they passed to the world of data once more, and shock overcame all three humans as they were immediately plunged into a deep ocean.
Geea yelped as the cold tore at her bones, and flailed helplessly. Every inch of her skin was on fire and she cried in agony. She was a weak swimmer, and it took all the energy she had just to tread water. Eventually as the initial surprise wore off, she, like the others, began to try and make more powerful, measured strokes to keep herself afloat, gasping from the cold.
Geea looked at the surroundings through burning eyes.
“This is the Digiworld?” she thought to herself, horrified. “This is the place Pete and Shelby rave about?”
Were it not for the green glow of a giant moon in the sky, rings circling it like some man-made aurora, she’d have thought she’d gone totally blind. The sky was pitch black. The ocean was pitch black. If the relentless waves weren’t catching the light of that moon up above, there would be no way of telling apart the sea and the sky. Geea stole a glance back down at her skin and her sodden clothes, and realised that she couldn’t see below the surface. The water itself was black and opaque as ink.
“Sorry mate, you never know where you’re gonna come out!” Peter shouted over the howling wind that seemed to make circles around the gang. “We should’ve warned you!”
“Fucking hell, it’s cold!” Shelby wailed from somewhere behind Geea. “Get us out of here quick, Wizardmon!”
“I’m on it!”
Wizardmon pulled something akin in looks to an early style of mobile phone - complete with ariel, from the satchel at his hip. He floundered as he tried to stay afloat and handle the device at the same time, so Meramon pulled the smaller Digimon above the surface, kicking with powerful legs to keep their heads above.
Wizardmon punched eight numbers into the device’s massive keypad, and a green light began to flash just next to the ariel.
“What’s he doing?” Geea asked Peter curiously. She just needed to keep talking... keep thinking... anything to distract her from the cold.
“He’s getting a data stream to come over and come get us...”
“A what?”
No sooner, and the sky was consumed by thick white light, concentrating into a single beam connecting the inky water to the heavens some ten feet away from where the gang fought to keep afloat. It began to expand, threatening to cover them. Whatever it was, Geea was afraid of it.
“What’s it gonna do?” Geea called out in a wavering voice.
“It’s gonna take us somewhere else - don’t worry, it’s just like how it felt coming in here!” Shelby called back.
The beam finally engulfed the gang, and Geea once again felt everything that she was be compressed for easy transfer. Time passed once more, but only seconds this time, and Geea felt her flailing legs catch against hard ground, and she fell onto her back against mud. She breathed heavily - hair, skin and clothes sodden with black water, as she and the others stood up and took in the new surroundings.
It was daytime in this part of the Digiworld, Geea assumed. They found themselves in a quaint forest, where gargantuan trees blocked out the otherwise strong sunlight. Leaves the size of cathedral doors swayed in a gentle breeze, almost seeming to wave in greeting to the gang, leaving the area pleasantly overcast and cool. The data stream had thrown them onto a dirt path that cut straight through the wild trees and brambles. It looked wild and uninviting in nature, but still appeared lovingly crafted, with barely a stray branch in sight.
“Is everyone okay?” Wizardmon asked from behind Geea.
The gang affirmed together.
“Great, let’s bring the bags over then…”
The wizard punched another three numbers into the device. For a few seconds, the only sounds came from the birds overhead and the bugs underfoot, before a small pile of luggage materialised in front of the gang.
Geea reached in and pulled out her own backpack, and the others followed suit. “Where are we going now?” she asked the group.
Wizardmon pointed behind Geea, down the path. She turned her upper body.
“We’re not far from Stingmon’s place. He’s an old friend of ours. He lives just on the edge of this forest, and he’s letting us stay for the weekend.”
“Stingmon, huh? What’s he like?”

Geea came to discover that Stingmon was pretty hot, as he opened the door to the gang. As tall as Meramon, his body a perfect inverted triangle covered in shiny green armour. Long, flame red hair that almost met his muscular shoulders, over which were slung two sets of enormous silver spikes. Huge, delicate wings glittered somewhere behind him every now and then. Massive black gauntlets balanced out his body perfectly. His eyes. Geea could hardly look away from them. She’d always imagined compound eyes would be frightening on a Digimon that big, but they were so beautiful on him.
She couldn’t remember the last time she fell so hard for a guy after so little time, and she couldn’t explain why she was so captivated by this Digimon. As he stepped out of the house to greet them, Geea shrunk back slightly, nervous for him to see her. Her heart began to speed up.
“Wizardmon!” the insect exclaimed, striped antennae perking up. He dived forwards and scooped the smaller Digimon into an embrace which lifted him a few feet off the ground. “Thanks for coming!”
“It’s been far too long, I’m sorry!” the wizard gushed as he was placed gently back on the ground.
“Things must be busy in the real world for you to leave me for so long…” the insect joked.
“You could always come back and help out with the workload,” Wizardmon replied. “Regardless, we’re here now. And we’ve brought a friend, that’s not a problem, right?”
Geea felt more exposed than ever as the spotlight was shifted onto her. A wall of shame hit her as she suddenly remembered that she was still soaked from head to toe with black water. Hair that had been meticulously styled to hide the extent of her long, narrow face only hours earlier, now clung to it in awkward, unflattering curls. She could only imagine the mess that her winged eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow would be in now. She felt her face burn in embarrassment.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” the insect said. He stepped forwards and pulled Geea into a brief but thorough embrace of her own, and she felt like her heart skipped several beats as she was pressed into his muscular waist and armoured chest. “I’m Stingmon.”
Fuck… Geea thought to herself. I never meet hot guys when I’m made up. Of all the days to look like a train wreck and it had to be today.
Geea dropped her eyes to the floor in fear of what Stingmon would see if she looked at him. “I’m Geea. Thanks for letting me stay too.”

It may have cost her two hours with her friends and the sexiest Digimon she’d ever seen before, but after taking a shower and re-applying her make-up, Geea felt like she could let Stingmon see her. This was how she wanted to be seen. She finally felt comfortable as she joined the gang, taking a seat on a sun lounger in the garden, as the insect Digimon walked across the decking and handed her a bowl of rice and vegetables.
“Thanks, Stingmon,” Geea said as she took the bowl. She was still nervous. Stingmon sat down next to her, stretching out lazily in a lounger of his own.
My god, he’s sexy, she thought as she watched him lay back, crossing one leg over the other. Her gaze flicked down as he did, to his toned, perfect ass which his armour only just betrayed, and then watched his deep chest rise and fall gently as he ate. Every now and then, Geea glimpsed a long, thin grey tongue, moving with curious speed and precision. A fire kindled deep inside her as she couldn’t help but imagine that tongue being used in other ways.
It was a huge effort, but she managed to pull herself out of the reverie. “So how did you and Wizardmon meet?” Geea asked the insect.
Stingmon placed an enormous, gauntlet-clad hand behind his head, propping himself up. “We were born in Primary Village. That’s where most Digimon are born,” he replied. “We were born within days of each other, apparently. But it was as In-Training Digimon that we met. We stayed friends as we grew into Rookies, and then, like all Digimon at that age, the village deemed us ready to leave its protection, and fend for ourselves.”
“What did you do after that?”
“I trained. My Rookie form is Wormmon - not a very powerful form, nothing to be done about that, so it was a dangerous time. Not many Digimon make it past that age. But we persevered, we were smart about how we lived and trained, and it was worth it. When I Digivolved, I came here, and took a job as the guardian of this very forest. I tend to it, make it presentable. It’s my job to ensure there’s a safe path at all times from one side to the other. And it’s also my job, if I come across any, to give protection to any stranded humans who come through. I make sure they’re safe from one side to the next, and I brief them on where they are.”
Geea recalled how both her human friends had been bonded to their partners at their first meeting. “And you never got partnered with any of them?”
“Never. Sometimes it happens, and sometimes it doesn’t. No one really knows exactly what makes it happen. But… It’s not something I need. I’m comfortable with the way-“
CRASH.
Geea screamed as she was tackled by a grey blur. The three Digimon jumped to their feet instinctively as Geea was pinned to the earthy ground by a Gazimon, snarling and snapping. The girl wailed as long black claws worked their way into the flesh of her wrists.
The three Champions hesitated, knowing the human was in danger herself. Gazimon straddled Geea’s waist, inspecting her. Seeming satisfied, he grinned, and bent down, forcing Geea into a deep kiss. The Digimon around them lunged.
“Paralyze Breath…” Gazimon breathed. A dark mist issued from his mouth, seeping out from between his sharp fangs. The Champions were slowed, their expressions agonising as they froze completely within seconds.
Geea struggled against the rabbit’s grip, but even a Rookie is too strong for a human to fight off. Her efforts in vain, Gazimon forced his way into her mouth once more, stroking along the length of her thigh with his long tail. A trail of blackened tears began to fall down Geea’s cheek as she lay there. She didn’t know what to do. Gazimon pressed his body into hers, hips meeting hips. She could feel what he wanted, and he would claim it. He began to pull at the fastenings of Geea’s shorts with his tail.
All sense left her, and panic took over. Geea summoned all the strength she had, leaned forward, and sank her teeth into the Rookie’s right arm. The Digimon howled in pain as she bit as hard as she could. A backhand to her cheek punished her, but it had worked - the Champions behind them were freed. Stingmon got there first. He picked up Gazimon by the neck and slammed him high into the thickest tree trunk in the vicinity. The insect held him there, between his fingers and thumb, claws all around, arm shaking with controlled rage.
“You won’t touch her again,” he growled fiercely, compound eyes fixed on his foe.
Gazimon fought against Stingmon’s restraint, held up six feet from the ground. But Stingmon was many leagues more powerful.
“It’s not so fun when you’re the one being restrained, is it?”
Stingmon glanced quickly over at Geea, who was sat up now, shaken, but mostly unharmed. He turned back to Gazimon.
“I’ll make sure you never do that again,” he said confidently.
The spikes upon Stingmon’s shoulders sprang up and out. Geea’s mouth hung open in awe. Purple beams of pure energy appeared from his wrists, glowing in the mild evening light.
“Spiking Strike!” he called, driving that on his left wrist hard into Gazimon’s chest. He impaled the Rookie, burning a hole through even the tree behind. The rabbit howled again, and his form burst into data, which Stingmon absorbed without a thought. As the last bit was consumed, he rushed over to Geea, dropping to his knees in the mud.
“Geea… are you okay?” Stingmon hushed. He took her hands in his, relieved to see the punctures on her wrists were only shallow, barely bleeding.
“I’m fine,” she said, still shaking. “Thank you Stingmon.”
“Don’t mention it,” he said, shaking his head. He scooped Geea up and hugged her again, much tighter this time, wrapping his muscular arms around her. Her whole body was pressed into his, but he didn’t let go. “I’m so sorry you were attacked in my home! Fucking Gazimon are always doing this, you’re not the first human I’ve had to pull them off of!”
A hard gauntlet cupped the back of Geea’s head, and she shook it off. “Don’t worry. I’m fine.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I mean… it all happened so fast. I was scared, but nothing happened, I wasn’t hurt. I’m lucky it didn’t go any further than it did. I’m lucky I was with you.”
None of the others said a word. The air felt too uncomfortable around them, as they watched the pair knelt down for a good two minutes, Stingmon unwilling to let Geea go, gently rocking as he cradled her.
The silence was broken by a ringing, almost too high a pitch to hear. Everyone looked upwards to the source. A shining, glowing white orb had appeared, and it descended on a deliberate path, coming to float between the two still knelt in the dirt. Geea watched, mesmerised as it came to hover at head height.
“What is it?” she asked Stingmon.
He didn’t answer right away. He just continued to watch its glow.
“It’s for you.”
“What... What do I do?”
“Take it”.
Geea stretched out a hand, and after a moment of hesitation, tentatively closed it around the starlight. The moment she did, its light source died out, and revealed itself to be a D-Arc, just like the ones Shelby and Peter had. This one was primarily black. Framing its small, blank screen, it was the same green as Stingmon’s armour, as was the strap that hung over the back of Geea’s hand.
Geea looked up at the insect again. She could feel it instantly. Something had changed between them. She already felt as though she had known the Digimon for years - that it was this being that she preferred to all others, and would do from then on. He was now her favourite, but she couldn’t explain why. She felt a protective, underlying love for him. And she knew that Stingmon felt the same love for her.
“You are my tamer now,” he said to her after an agonising wait. “I never thought this would happen to me.”

Wherever the sun came from in the Digital World, and whatever it was, it had descended to some other part of this strange world, and left this region in a night bathed by that green moon that Geea learned that night, was actually the Earth. While the other two tamers, and their partner Digimon, had settled down to sleep, Geea sat down on Stingmon’s bed. There was business to discuss between them.
“Thank you for your time,” Stingmon said quietly to her. “It’s important to both of us that we decide, before anything else, what we’re going to do.”
“Yeah, I agree,” Geea said.
Her eyes were fixed on the floor. Stingmon knew something was wrong.
“Geea… what’s bothering you?” he asked. He leaned in closer. “Tell me. Your problems are my problems now.”
Her cold blue eyes, made up in a thick, smoky black, looked up. “You didn’t want this,” she said. “You didn’t want to be bound to any human - you wanted to be free to work in the forest, without people like me interfering. I feel I’ve disturbed that freedom. Stingmon, I’m sorry for that.”
“Geea…” he repeated. He placed a massive hand on her bare arm, so soft and pale. “I can’t deny that I did want that life. And I can’t deny that this has disrupted my life. But what has happened is, if anything, an even more exciting opportunity, don’t you think? It’s the beginning of a new chapter in both our lives.”
Geea moved closer to her new partner. She would never be able to tell, but his attention shifted from her eyes, and her face, downwards. Her hot pink pyjama outfit left little to the imagination, given how well-endowed she was. Already low-cut by anyone’s standards, so much of her breasts were exposed, right in front of the Digimon. Few Digimon, he thought to himself, were that well-endowed. And it was a struggle for him to look away. But it was even more of a challenge to ignore the stirring in his loins.
“What are we going to do then?” Geea asked. She placed her hands on either side of him, leaning in further, exposing herself more.
Stingmon shifted his other gauntlet back towards his body in an effort to cover his erection, gently throbbing, freed from its armoured sheath. He hoped it was subtle enough that Geea wouldn’t notice.
“It… it depends on how much change you’re willing to bring to your life,” he said.
“What - you mean like bringing you back with me?”
Geea’s hand brushed over his thigh, so lightly she probably hadn’t noticed. She was so close. Her scent - which a Digimon can detect from across a room, was overwhelming now. Intoxicating. It was like chlorine. He was drowning in it, ready to burst, ready to scream. Stingmon couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please excuse me,” he said, sliding to the other end of the bed and standing up, gauntlet unmoved. “I’ve forgotten something outside, and it’s gonna rain...”
And with that, he rushed for the door. When it was closed, he bolted to the bathroom and locked the door, turning back three times to triple-check it was locked. He fumbled with the window, desperate for air to cool himself down. His head and cock were still pounding and he could barely decide which to deal with first. He eventually leaned forward, head out the window, breathing in the cool night air until his head calmed and he began to shiver slightly. He then retreated to the bathroom and sat down on the floor, his back against the bathtub.
In all his decades of work, he’d met so many humans, protecting them, leading from one side of the woodland to the other. He’d found some of them extremely attractive. But they all came and went. It was a relief every time they did. But Geea… she was here to stay. He would be seeing more of her.
So much more of her… His mind wandered back into the bedroom, to her. To her every curve. To all of her that in that moment, he wished so desperately to invade.
He ripped the gauntlet of his right hand away, flexing his green, clawed hand, before bringing it to his thigh and tracing, so lightly, up to the crook of his hip, and upward, to his armoured crotch, to the base of his manhood where he squeezed himself gently. He issued a quiet moan that could be mistaken for one of sheer pain and anguish as he stroked, winding his thumb around the tip, already wet by his eagerness, brushing his pre all over, lubricating his actions.
Stingmon threw his head back, his breathing ragged as his rhythm gradually gained pace and his pleasure mounted. He conjured in his mind’s eye the only image that could even begin to ignite him now - Geea. His left hand raised almost involuntarily, as though trying to caress this memory - it was the closest he would ever get to caressing her. His muscles began to tighten and he could feel a flame ignite in his loins. He gripped himself harder, pounding with all his energy. His hips rocked back and forth, slowly, his whole body shaking, pressure mounting.
He inhaled his most ragged breath yet, recalling that scent which fogged his brain so, and melted into unadulterated bliss as he came, crying out as though his very heart was being ripped in two. His hot essence spilled over his hand, over his armour as he lurched, placing his other hand on the ground for balance, breathing hard and fast now.
His orgasm faded, and Stingmon could think again. He felt relief, in that he was satisfied. Since Geea was out of the question, this would have to do. But he was sad. Overwhelmingly sad, that he had to be attracted to her. She would never feel the same. Of all the Digimon who ever want humans - tamer or stranger - not many humans return the attraction. Certainly not his kind... this was no one’s fault, and it couldn’t be helped. It was just the way it was, and Geea, with her whole life ahead of her and the entirety of the human and Digiworld of men to choose from, would feel no different.
Stingmon stood, and washed himself over the sink. He started with his hand, rubbing in soap with his other gauntlet, and then wet a cloth to clean his armour, aware that his manhood was back in its sheath. Good. Geea wouldn’t know. He worked the gauntlet back onto his right hand. Right now, things didn’t need to be complicated any more than they already were.

Geea looked up as she heard the bedroom door creak open, and Stingmon slid back in.
“Is everything okay?” Geea asked.
Stingmon nodded. “Yeah, thanks. It’s taken care of.”
He sat back down on the bed. His heart had returned to a normal pace now. It was a struggle for him to stay awake now.
“Have you thought about my suggestion while I was gone?” he asked.
“About you coming to live with me?”
“Yes… all I was suggesting was that we could trial things in the real world. If it doesn’t work, we can try and return things to how they are right now.”
Geea stifled a yawn, just as tired as Stingmon. “I don’t know… I can’t just bring you back home. I mean… I’ve got a whole family, they’d all be affected. My parents would kill me. They’d literally kill me.”
Stingmon was silent for a while. “I understand,” he said finally. It was still an effort to keep his eyes off her chest. “It’s late, Geea. We need to sleep. But I have only one thing to ask you, and I want you to sleep on it.”
Geea’s eyes narrowed.
“What do you want? If you could choose… what would you ask to happen?”

Geea didn’t sleep well. Stingmon’s question had her thinking an awful lot more than she first thought she would. At first, all she could think about were her parents, and what they’d say. All she could think about was the reality, of everything that would stop them.
But in the end, in her mind’s eye, she was able to put aside everything, and she pictured herself and Stingmon, next to her tamer and Digimon friends. Just like she’d fantasised about for so long. She’d never tell them, but she wished she could be a tamer too. All that excitement, all that action. A life so different than anything anyone else could boast of. She was always so envious of what they were a part of.
It was hard to admit, but what she wanted more, was him. Hard to admit, because it was only a dream for her. Stingmon had the world of women to choose from, and Geea couldn’t hold a candle to most. She wondered if a Digimon nearly eighty years old - though be it still very young for a Digimon, would even look twice at her, barely seventeen. Even then, would he want one like her, with metal in her face and a different colour in her hair every week?
But just being around him… let alone the pair being bound together in such a meaningful way, made her feel like there was a chance. And if there was a chance, she would take it.
The last thing Geea remembered thinking to herself, hazy, before finally drifting off to sleep, was that this was what she wanted, and she would make it happen, even if only for a while.
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