Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ It seemed like a good idea at the time ❯ These Are the Naughty Bits ( Chapter 3 )

It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time (third chunk) a little MummArch fic by Lithrael

Happy discalimers & warnings: This fic is fairly violent, nekkid, sadistic, and more than a little naughty. This chapter is, at last, where the fun starts. I don't own nuthin'. I'm just borrowing the characters to be mean to them for a bit and then smoosh them together. On with the fun.

Chapter 5: What a Girl Wants

The kiss went on for minutes, their inhibitions melting as they realized they were at last free to lay hands on one another without judgement or reproach. Mummymon started out chaste, happy enough to be touching her at all. But as soon as Arukenimon realized that she delighted in inflaming him, he didn't have a chance. At first, she stroked his back while he kept his gloved hands on her shoulders, but soon she reached up and guided his hands slowly down until they rested on her chest. She liked the strange feeling of warmth, but she wanted more.
Arukenimon undid the top three buckles of Mummymon's coat, and that was enough to expose her bare chest. She pressed herself against him, loving the feel of his warm skin against hers.
The contact was enough to make Mummymon practically delirious with desire. Once he realized what she was doing, he pulled back a little, hastily stripping off his gloves. She did her best to distract him by slowly, gracefully, undoing the jacket's belt and the rest of the buckles, so that it hung from her shoulders, a tease in itself. He could not resist.
He slipped his hands beneath the jacket and it slid off of her, falling almost silently to the ground. She reached under her cowl and released the clasp at the neck of her dress. After that all it took was a shrug, and the remains of the dress spilled from her shoulders, crimson shreds sloughing down to hang from her belt. She stood there, half-naked in front of him, and berated herself for being nervous. This was Mummymon, for fuck's sake.
Mummymon, for his part, was far too swept up to be nervous. He pulled her beautiful form into a tender embrace, desperate to feel her against him after the taste of it a moment ago. There were more things he wanted to feel, though, and he unwrapped his arms from around her and discovered the wonderful warm velvet feeling of her skin beneath his bare hands.
Mummymon hardly ever touched anything directly. In his Gijinka he had his ever-present gloves and as a Digimon, his fingers were formidable dark claws. At first he'd worn the gloves to help him get used to the diminished sense of touch he had in full Digimon form. Secretly, though, he'd decided he would deny himself his sense of touch, just to make his desire for Arukenimon a little sweeter, a little more painful. He did have a masochistic streak, though he knew he couldn't let Arukenimon find out. He was pretty sure she would overdo it, seeing as she already tested his boundaries as it was.
In the end it had worked to his advantage. This was a fiery awakening for his hungry senses. Touching her at all was erotic- when he skimmed his fingers up her ribcage and fondled her perfect white breasts, and she choked out a pleasurable little sigh, he was on fire. His restraint buckled a little and he dove onto her chest with his mouth, licking and sucking, wanting her, and wanting her to make that sound again..
She gasped and sighed, Mummymon's warm, wet tongue stroking the soft flesh of her breasts, teasing her small, dark nipples, already sensitive and hard. He nipped at her, gently, and it hit her as another hot jolt of pleasure in the belly, warming her insides. "Oh..." she murmured, flexing her grip on his shoulders, "yes..."
Mummymon responded well to encouragement, not so eager to please that he would abandon his other efforts. He returned to bite again in good time, teasing her with sharp teeth that were only a shade whiter than her sweet ivory skin.
She leaned back into his hands, forcing him to support her rather than explore. He got around this, shifting his position to hold her with one arm, which freed up his other hand to caress her. He wanted her to finish undressing, but it didn't look like she had any intentions of doing so. Perhaps she had handed the reins over to him? He trailed his hand softly down her lightly muscled belly and let it come to rest on the buckle of her dress. He gave one of her breasts a tender last kiss and pulled back to look into her face as he worked the belt loose and let it fall.
It was the keystone of her damaged dress, and when it was gone the red dress easily slipped from her hips, almost pouring from her form and pooling around her feet, revealing her plain but seriously sexy red underwear. Mummymon fell into her gaze, getting well and truly lost in her, hoping she wouldn't stop him. She certainly didn't look like she had any second thoughts, and he was trying not to let himself worry that she would change her mind.
He found and caught the collar of his coat with the toe of one shoe, and kicked. The coat arced up off the ground, sailing back, and settled back down almost perfectly spread out over the soft leaves. He laid a warm hand on Arukenimon's hip and leaned forward, further forward, until he was laying her down on the bed he'd made of his jacket.
She shivered, flooded with emotions. But there was no hesitation anymore, no nervousness. Just the new, hot excitement of her flesh, and Mummymon, beside her now, stroking her body in a long, slow caress of the bare skin between her cowl and boots. She got up on one elbow and caught him for a long, deep kiss. His hand touched her face in an echo of his foolish display of affection the day before, then moved to rest on the back of her neck, under her warm, long white hair. Her own vulnerability thrilled her, a feeling she had never expected. They had traded places, she realized- now he had power over her. Of course Mummymon would sooner wrestle a bullet train than harm her, but his hands were large and powerful all the same.
Mummymon pulled back from the kiss with a teasing nip at her lower lip. She smiled at him warmly, petting his wide chest with her fingertips. He responded by stroking her belly with the back of his hand, gazing into her eyes, lovestruck. She still hadn't touched him anywhere below the belt. He didn't worry about it, not yet, since he could see where she might be rather shy of it. He was more than willing to let her set the pace, but perhaps he could spark her into action... "You know what I want," he said softly, "but you haven't told me what you want."
"If you make me think about it," she replied, "I might change my mind."
"If you change your mind, I'll be no worse off than I have been these last four years. I'm used to it, you know." He cocked his head and gave her a lascivious grin. "I could get used to this, too..."
She hit him with a half-playful punch, but couldn't help smiling. "You want to know what I want?" she asked. Suddenly she reached down, slipping out of her underwear with a minimum of striptease. Mummymon chewed on his tongue a little, trying not to get too anxious. His autopilot was loudly volunteering to take over now, but he wasn't anywhere near ready to initiate anything that would lead to the end of this encounter, not yet.
But then she crooked one long, slender leg and moved it to rub against him, spreading her legs more than a little in the process. A delightfully mischievous smile crept onto her blushing face, and she said, "I want to see what you can do."
Mummymon blinked. Good god... she was inviting him to do as he pleased. He spent a few moments just being lost in the thought of it, then climbed over one leg and gazed with fascination at what she was offering. He had known for a long time what he wanted to do for her - even if he could only have her once, it would be to give her this. More than anything else, he wanted her to feel ultimate pleasure - and know it was him that had made her feel it. This moment of favour could be fleeting. She could pretend to hate him for a thousand years, but she would never forget. Mummymon leaned down, his heart hammering in his chest, daring to touch her like he had always wanted. His fingers gently stroked the soft, silky white fur between his dear Arukeni's legs, and he could feel her heat radiating up into his hand. He looked up one more time, to make sure he had permission, and his eye met Arukenimon's, and they were sparked with passion.
He nuzzled into her softness, breathing in her scent. Arukenimon sighed lightly and spread her legs wide, showing off her wet and ready sex. He hadn't thought it was possible for his hard-on to get any more insistent, but it did. Well, too bad, he told it, it's not your turn. His tongue slid out over his sharp teeth and licked his grey lips, then experimentally, he lapped at Arukenimon. She gave a little shriek, but when he looked up, she didn't look anything but pleased. She was rich and cloying on his tongue, bitter, but he loved it. He kept going, licking and gently sucking at her, stopping sometimes to press his face into her warm thighs, his soul overflowing with happiness. His confidence grew with Arukeni's languid sighs and sudden gasps of pleasure, and he dared to lean a little further down and push his long, warm tongue slowly inside her.
"Oh... god, Mummymon..." she breathed, her fingers bunched up in the tails of his coat. She just couldn't believe how good he felt. She had never thought... Really, she hadn't... He was lapping at her insides, a warm and ticklish feeling that was drowned in the intense flush of her excitement. She shrieked again when Mummymon's fingers trailed over her clit, shuddering with pleasure as he stroked her almost to the point of release. Then he pulled back, smiling up passionately at her for a moment, and moved his fingers to gently rub at her entrance. She looked at him, wide eyed, waiting for him to actually do it...
Mummymon put his tongue to work again, with long, slow, infuriating strokes across her, and then slid two slick fingers into her. She threw her head back, her stomach tight and trembling. He shivered in anticipation, working his fingers slowly in and out, amazed at the feeling of her muscles twitching around them. Her breath was coming fast and shallow, coloured with soft sounds of desperate pleasure. Was she going to? Now? He hooked his fingers inside her, stroking her harder, and swirled his tongue in quick little circles on her clit. He wanted her pleasure so much...
Her reaction was practically instantaneous. She let out an almost anguished sounding scream and arched violently, the muscles of her arms standing out as she tried to crush Mummymon's coattails in her fists. Her insides clamped down on Mummymon's fingers as she lifted her body towards him in an orgasmic arc. The seconds slowly passed, and she relaxed slightly, and then slumped down into the soft bedding of Mummymon's coat, breathing deep and muzzy with endorphins.
He dragged the back of his hand across his mouth, licked his lips, and sat back to look at her. She was beautiful, soft, pale and languid, a sheen of sweat making her look as though she were literally glowing. He decided he had done well, and a swell of happiness and pride washed over him. It was almost enough to make him forget his own needs. But not quite. The idea of taking her right here and now was intoxicating, but he knew he shouldn't. He didn't want to cross that threshold so fast. He wanted her to have more time, to... maybe... to want him... At least, he wanted to watch her like this...
But he really did have to do something for himself soon, or he would die. So he got quietly to his feet and proceeded to sneak off into the woods. Arukenimon looked up through her haze. "Where are you going?"
He turned, covering himself with his hands, trying very hard not to stroke himself through the fabric while he looked at her. "I was just going to... eh..." He couldn't stand to say it in front of her. He turned back around.
"Wait," she called after him, pulling herself up on one elbow. "Do it here. Let me watch."

Chapter Six: More than enough

Indecision seized him, more or less freezing him in place. Her words kicked his passion firmly back into gear, and oh, how he would have loved to obey her... But he was fairly sure it would turn into more than just a show, and he was reluctant to use up so many 'first times' so quickly. These things should be savoured...
A dark thought crept up from his insecurities and told him the real reason he didn't want to proceed was his fear - she would hate the sight of him, she would laugh, she would tell him it had just been a joke, or worse, she would be disappointed. After all, if it came to that, he could only disappoint her. He had never done this before.
But neither had she, to the best of his knowledge, and they'd rarely been apart. And anyway- she hadn't asked him to make love to her, she'd asked him to let her watch him satisfy himself. And he'd had plenty of practice at that.
Arukenimon moved faster than his thoughts did. Warm arms closed around his waist, and she pressed herself along his back, rubbing the side of her face against his shoulders. He relaxed, letting himself enjoy her attention. Why should I worry what she does? he decided. I want her to be happy. And if it turns out to be at my expense, so be it.
Besides, it was difficult to angst with Arukenimon smooshing her ample breasts against his back. Her hands were wandering up and down the front of his torso, and then a little farther down. He could sense her hesitation, and was about to reassure her she didn't have to do it, when she trailed one hand down right past his belt and started to pet him softly through his clothes. The sigh of pleasure that escaped him seemed to purge his soul somehow, his doubts left him and he could let himself enjoy this perfect moment.

Arukenimon's thoughts were a little more worldly. Nobody had told her the Human version of the facts of life, but she was observant of the Humans' behaviour and she'd read an awful lot of naughty Shoujo manga.
After Oikawa had explained the purpose of Primary Village to her, she had asked if it worked the same way for humans. He had laughed bitterly. A few days later he had bought a book of hentai manga for her as a joke, and she was almost certain he thought she wasn't... capable of understanding it. Apparently he didn't know that Digimon could get down, even if it wasn't actually reproductive. She'd decided that was for the best, though, and kept her own collection well hidden.
She knew what it meant when Mummymon was hot for her, then. And she knew what he was hiding, now. She felt a fresh flush of excitement as she stroked Mummymon's.. Digihood through his pants, exploring the unfamiliar shape. She loved the effect it had on him.
For Mummymon, it was too much to take for long. He turned suddenly and leaned into her for a hungry kiss, his hands stroking her neck and shoulders with desperation. Arukenimon was heating up again herself, and ground her hips shamelessly against his. He hugged her fiercely and ground back, shuddered and pulled away. This was perfect, it was fantastic, but he didn't want it to happen so soon! He had grown quite an appreciation for the sweetness of longing, and he wanted to look forward to this for a while before actually doing it.
Arukenimon wasn't having any of it. She advanced on him and worked his belt loose with slender, skilled fingers. He stopped her, his large hands closing gently around her small ones. She looked up at him, a little thrown off. "No?" she asked. He let go of her hands and folded her up in a hug. She squirmed out of his arms, annoyance bubbling up inside her. "No?" she said again, incredulous this time. "You know, I don't remember stopping you at this point... I don't remember stopping you at all."
He blinked. Well, he'd wanted to wait, but it wasn't worth it if it would make her angry. "I'm sorry, my dear. I thought it might be nice to go a little slower. I won't stop you again."
Apparently it was the right thing to say; she beamed at him and stroked his face with a soft white hand. "Now that's what I like to hear," she murmured. She kissed him sweetly and her hands returned to their business. "I think it's your turn to lie down," she grinned, pulling his pants down past his slim hips.
His blush deepened a little as he obeyed her, sitting down and tugging his shoes off. She draped herself across his back while he undressed, playfully stroking her fingers along the ridges of scars on his shoulders. He shivered.
"How does it feel?" she asked.
"It feels good," he answered, laying his pants down next to his shoes. "Everything you do feels good."
"Everything?" She reached around him, curling her fingers, and raked her nails harshly across his chest.
Mummymon shuddered, drew a gasping breath and clenched his jaw to keep from moaning. God, but that felt good. What am I going to do? he wondered. She had started to explore his scars with her mouth, kissing them and licking the shiny, ice-smooth pale skin. What else can I do but belong to her?
When she'd had enough of that, Arukenimon sidled around next to him and eyed his massively tented boxers. She gave him a sidelong smile. "You're not shy, are you?"
He looked at her for a moment and dropped his gaze a little.
She smirked. "C'mon, off with them," she commanded, and he moved to obey. "I want to s..."
Holy mighty hell.
She STARED. Mummymon looked anxious, laying his boxers off to the side. She wasn't saying anything. "Is it alright?"
Arukenimon looked back at him, eyes wide. "It's kind of... big," she said, but he couldn't tell if she was impressed or alarmed.
"But not too big?"
She took a moment to consider. "No, I don't think so..." She peeled off her remaining glove and tore a strip from her shredded dress to tie her hair back with. "You better hold on to something," she said, and before he could protest she had leaned forward and taken him into her hot mouth.
Mummymon made a choked little gasp, his eye opening wide. Then he clamped his eye shut and dug his fingers into the ground, trying not to die from pleasure.
Arukenimon had really had no idea what to expect, since up till now her experience with male equipment was limited to pictures. She didn't like the way she had to stretch her jaw to fit him safely between her teeth, but apart from that, well.. it was actually kind of nice. He was musky but not unpleasantly so. The sensation of his smooth, hot flesh on her tongue, filling her mouth, was exotic and decidedly sexy, and she got a little more adventurous, trying to take more of his length past her wet lips. There was still a whole lot left over, so she wrapped her hand around it and experimentally squeezed and stroked.
It wasn't long before her jaws started to really hurt, so she gave up on that and sat back, leaving her hands to do the work instead. She grinned at the sight of what she had done to Mummymon, who was lying back with a look of tortured pleasure on his face.
She decided she wanted to be pleasured again, herself. Still working on him with one slick, slender hand, she lay down beside him and kissed him hotly. She moved against him, teasing his hard-on with light, slow strokes. "I want you," she said plainly. "I'm ready for you. Mummymon..."
If she had planned to say anything else, it was forgotten. He rolled on top of her and held her tightly, kissing her on the mouth, on the neck. She felt him pressing softly between her legs and sighed, lost, forgetting that she owned him, forgetting everything but her intense need for her companion, for this...
He let go, giving them a little more room. She spread her legs for him, running a hand over her chest, desperately hot. He found her entrance and nudged gently at it, torturing himself one last time, and then slid slowly, deeply inside. She was tight and searing hot and simply incredible.
Arukenimon blinked back tears of intense pleasure. He really was fucking huge! She was glad that she was so insanely turned on, or it would probably have been uncomfortable. He began to stroke it in and out slowly, and she drowned in her sensations.
"Arukenimon," he breathed, his mind on fire with the knowledge of what he was doing. He was inside his Arukenimon! As much as he'd dreamed of it, he'd never thought it would actually happen... His Arukenimon... She was his now...
His heart pounded, telling him to go faster. She felt perfect, amazing, and it was only going to get better. He gave his instincts full reign.
Arukenimon snarled passionately, bucking into him as he thrust harder and faster. She started to yell and shriek. It surprised him and he missed a beat, but animal passion boiled up from his heart at her cries, and he redoubled his efforts.
Mummymon was getting close. Very close, and he wondered if he should back off, try to make this last longer. He didn't want to disappoint Arukenimon.
But then she screamed and bucked against him hard, and she tightened around him and thrashed and there wasn't a thing in the world he could have done to hold back. He came into her like a fuckin' pyroclastic flow.

He didn't know quite what to do after that, so he just stayed there, looking down at her blissful face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open and still sighing. She looked beautiful, and more than that, she looked well-fucked, glowing with sweat, her hair mussed and some of it plastered to her face and neck. He was so proud of himself! An adoring smile crept onto his face, and his gaze was soft and full of love when she opened her eyes and looked lazily up at him. She smiled... she smiled up at him, a stunning, heartfelt smile, and reached up to stroke the side of his face.
"I guess this means we're an item," she said at last.
Mummymon grinned and leaned down for a short, sweet kiss.
She chuckled as he nuzzled playfully into her neck, and pushed him away, laughing, "now get off of me!"

Hee. It's back to more character interaction now, so if you're just here for the sex, you can wander off...

Chapter Seven: Better than nothing

After some awkward juiciness and cleaning up, and joking about how appalled Cody would be if he knew what his picnic cloth was used for, they were on their way again. The forest seemed ethereal now, the midafternoon air was cool, a light breeze drifted between the trees, sunbeams broke through the canopy in a camouflage dapple. Arukenimon was silent but she looked happy, and Mummymon, not wanting to break her mood, decided to save the things he wanted to say for later.
Eventually they approached the area where they'd left the jeep. Mummymon spotted a huge shape lurking amongst the trees and balked. Arukenimon recognized it, though. "Don't worry," she said. "That's just Cyclomon. He's..." she stopped. She was going to say "he's a friend," but she didn't like the taste of the words in her mouth. "He's harmless," she continued, frowning at the curious look Mummymon was giving her. "He helped me find some Control Spires yesterday. I mean, he led me to them. I made him show me where they were." She cursed to herself. Tsukaimon had helped her.. just for the hell of it. Really, he had saved Mummymon's life.
She hated not being self-sufficient.
They went ahead to where Cyclomon was waiting, and he greeted Arukenimon enthusiastically. Mummymon hung back, fussing with the jeep, tugging broken branches out of the wheel wells, trying not to be jealous.
Arukenimon tapped on Mummymon's shoulder. He turned and started, surprised by Cyclomon's massive form standing so close, just beside Arukenimon.
Arukenimon chuckled. "Cyclomon seems to have found something of yours," she smirked, and stepped aside.
Cyclomon held out a massive paw, delicately clutching a bottle of wine. "I thought this might be yours," he thundered, looking a little cowed. "I, uh.. I ate the food. It was really good."
"...Thanks," Mummymon said, staring. Cyclomon nervously turned and gave the bottle to Arukenimon, backed off and left, crunching his way noisily through the trees.
Arukenimon smiled at him, raising one white eyebrow. "Wine?"
Mummymon was too stunned to respond.
Cyclomon had also found Arukenimon's hat, shades, and missing glove, and they were all laid out on the jeep's passenger seat. She reached for the shades first and slipped them on. Mummymon watched wistfully. He wished she wouldn't hide those beautiful eyes.
"Well," she said, tugging her other glove on and adjusting her hat, "I for one need a serious shower. And a long rest. Shall we go?" She vaulted easily over the door and made herself comfortable in the passenger seat.
Mummymon slid behind the wheel and gave her a long, appraising look. There was so much he wanted to say... but would she listen? "I guess we shall," he said, and fired up the engine.

When they got back to Oikawa's house, he wasn't there. It wasn't unusual. Their standing orders were to wait for him, report in, and be given new instructions. Until he returned, they could rest, relax a little. Mummymon used times like these to make treats for Arukenimon, or mend her Human clothes. Or if she was in a huff, or on a mission by herself, he might slip away to the park and watch the Humans for a while.
For now, he was just waiting his turn for the shower.
Arukenimon's current dress was a total loss, and she had several more anyway, so he reluctantly got rid of it. He scolded himself for wanting to keep a piece of the fabric, permeated with her light scent. That would be a little too stalky. Besides, he didn't need it right now- his coat smelled like her. Thankfully it hadn't gotten anything suspicious on it, so he wouldn't have to wash it right away.
He was still recovering and therefore still hungry, especially after all that exertion, so he fired up the stove and made some soup. Steamy, shampoo-scented air drifted into the kitchen; Arukenimon was out of the shower. He brought the food out to the living room, where she was just settling down on the couch, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, turning the on television. She already had her shades on. He smiled, bemused.
"Are you hungry, my dear?" he asked, walking in.
She looked up at him with a little acknowledging smile. He loved it. "Sure."
He set some soup and tea out for her on the coffee table before sitting at the other end of the couch to finish his meal. They ate in silence, Arukenimon still in a good mood and Mummymon still afraid of spoiling it. At last he cleared away the dishes and headed in for his turn in the shower.

I will not even attempt to describe the cuteness of Mummymon-in-a-towel. All clean, he went back to his room, got dressed, and came out to try to brave conversation with Arukenimon.
She wasn't on the couch anymore, and he wandered around looking for her. She had gotten dressed and was outside on the stairs, looking out over the street. He climbed down and sat beside her.
"...Arukenimon? Do you want to talk?"
She looked over at him, the late afternoon sun reflecting off her shades. "Alright," she said.
"No, I mean... is there anything you want to say?"
"Not really. Don't be so cryptic. What do you want to know?"
He took a little while to decide how to say it. "It wasn't a fluke. A moment. You... you'll have me now?"
"I'll have you when I want you," she replied with a smile. It didn't look like that was what he wanted to hear, so she started over. "You want to know what's changed. Right?"
He looked up. "Yes, exactly."
She sighed. "I'm not sure..." Was it really a good idea to tell him how deeply she'd felt about him in those moments?
"Oh..."
"I realized that I like having you around," she said at last.
Well, that was better than nothing, he figured. And considerably better than just being tolerated. "I'm glad," he said. He wanted to say he loved her. But she already knew that. He wondered if she considered it a boast, a challenge. Maybe even a demand. He hoped not. It was a plea, at least a little bit. He didn't like that, but he couldn't help it. He watched the heat rise off the pavement and was grateful to be sitting in the shade.
"You can touch me if you want," Arukenimon said quietly.
Mummymon smiled and put an arm around her, and she leaned into him. He stroked her shoulder. Then they turned to each other for a tender, lazy kiss.
"Hm..." she muttered afterwards, suddenly put off. "We probably shouldn't do this in the Human world. I don't want Oikawa finding out."
Mummymon blinked. "Why not?"
"I don't know what he'd do," she said.
Well, he couldn't argue with that. Couldn't say he liked the idea of keeping things from Oikawa, either. He wondered why she would be so apprehensive. A horrible thought occurred to him. God! Could he even ask? "He's not... attracted to you, is he?"
She hunched her shoulders, looking sour. "I don't know. But he thinks..." She paused. How to explain it? "He doesn't know Digimon can have sex," she said at last, going for the simple approach. "I just don't know how he'd take it if he found out we were."
Mummymon gave her a confused scowl. "He doesn't? Where does he think little Digimon come from?"
She looked at him in disbelief. "Where do you think little Digimon come from?"
He looked back at her in twice as much disbelief.
She blanched, though pale as she was you really couldn't tell. "Mummymon... If you thought you could get me pregnant, you should really have mentioned it at some point."
He shrank back. "Oh... I wasn't thinking of it... You didn't say anything..."
"Of COURSE I didn't say anything!"
"God... Do you think you might be?"
"NO!"
"Oh... Well then... I don't understand."
"I can't get pregnant, you moron. We're Digimon."
Mummymon blinked. "But we..." He was looking lost again.
She rolled her eyes, getting impatient. She grabbed his arm and got up, hauling him obediently along. "Let me show you something."
He followed her back inside and down the hall to Oikawa's den. She stopped in front of Oikawa's computer, nudged the mouse to wake it up, and started tapping at the keys. Mummymon stared. She was opening a Digital port. "What are you doing?" he asked, genuinely surprised. "We can't just leave without permission!"
She chuckled. "You're such a momma's boy." She stopped and turned to look at him. "We can do whatever we want, as long as he doesn't find out. And I'm not afraid of getting caught with my hand in the cookie jar." Behind her, the port shined to life, and she smiled. "Do you know how jealous he is of us, just for this? Let's go."
Reluctantly, he followed her into the Digital World.

Elecmon wriggled in a cocoon of Spider Thread, outraged and afraid for his charges, and cursed himself for being unable to protect them. He prayed Arukenimon and Mummymon weren't warped enough to harm fresh Digimon.

"Well.. what do you think?" Arukenimon smirked, rolling Elecmon off to the side with one of her long, clawed legs. Mummymon had forgotten which form he was in and was leaning on his rifle, plainly blown away by the sight of the place.
"What did you say it was called, again?" he asked.
"Primary Village." She waited for a response, but he was too stunned.
Hundreds of eggs and fifty-some cradles were spread out over the gentle, grassy hills. Some of the tiny Digimon in the cradles were looking at them, attracted by the commotion of the fight with Elecmon. The large, colorful buildings were in good repair again. Her expression soured a little, remembering the poor fight her Control Spire creation, Thundermon, had put up against the Digidestined on her last visit.
"This is where Digimon are formed," she continued. "In eggs, at first, while its data matures, and then when they're ready they hatch into those things," she gestured towards one of the cradles. "And then Elecmon here takes care of them until they can Digivolve."
"This... is where we came from?" he asked, amazed, walking up to one of the eggs and kneeling down to look at it.
"Well, that's what Oikawa said. He figured if we attacked the Digidestined here, they'd be too worried about the nursery to put up a good fight." She grimaced. "Didn't work out though."
Mummymon looked back at her. He didn't like the idea that Oikawa would use such cowardly tactics. But then, that was probably why he'd been left behind on those first few attacks. Suddenly he wondered what else she'd done back then.
But really, it didn't matter. Oikawa was the boss... and that was that.
Mummymon got up and walked slowly, mechanically, between the rows of small cradles and the smaller Digimon inside. He couldn't believe it. They were so... So tiny. So beautiful, and so full of need. He couldn't take it, not all at once like this. They looked up at him with big wet eyes, full of innocence, and his heart was so full he just didn't know what to do.
Arukenimon followed Mummymon, picking her footing amongst the cradles with a little too much speed. She kicked one accidentally, tipping it over and spilling a soft little Botamon out onto the grass. It went 'oof' in a tiny voice. Arukenimon looked back, raising the offending leg curiously. "What have we got here?" she grinned, and picked up the fluffball, pet it a little and scratched one claw down through its fur. It was paralyzed with terror. "I do believe I've got a new pet." She grinned at it, maliciously. "Would you like to belong to me? I promise to feed you every day." Its fur stood up and it shivered. She chuckled.
Mummymon's voice sounded in her ear, angrier than she'd ever heard him before. "Stop that."
She jumped. Mummymon had walked up when she wasn't paying attention and now he was glaring at her from inches away. She was too astonished to speak. What was this?
"Give it here," he said, reaching out for the frightened Botamon. Arukenimon let him take it. He retreated a short distance from her with the Botamon held tenderly in his arms. He pet it gently with his black claws, soothing it, talking softly to it.
Arukenimon just stared. Mummymon and insubordination didn't fit in the same sentence. And had he just scolded her? The hell?
Three minutes passed and he was still just calming the stupid thing down. Arukenimon was getting impatient. "Well, if that's the one you want," she spat, "let's go."
He looked up sharply. "What?"
"If that's the one-"
"WE ARE NOT GOING TO STEAL ONE!"
She snatched up the empty cradle and belted it at him. He gasped and curled around the Botamon, and the cradle broke against his shoulder. "WHY THE HELL NOT?"
She was worried for a moment that she might have gone too far, but Mummymon had snapped out of it and was back to looking melancholy.
"They're not ours," he said simply. He looked at the beautiful little fresh Digimon in his arms and all of a sudden he realized that he would never have one of his own.
All the time he'd spent watching the humans go about their lives, daydreaming about doing the things they do, he'd never realized his dreams were simply impossible.
Sometimes he would see human women that reminded him of his Arukenimon, and he would watch them smile and laugh as they walked by, talking to their friends, and he would imagine what those warm smiles would look like on Arukenimon. Some of them had boyfriends, and he would imagine what those gentle, familiar touches would feel like for him and Arukenimon. One of them... One of them had a child, a little short human even smaller and weaker than the Digidestined. When the thing's parents looked at it, there was something in the eyes of the woman that looked a little like Arukenimon, and in the eyes of the man that looked nothing like Mummymon, that he longed to feel, to understand.
Arukenimon's Shoujo manga explained how human children happen. He'd assumed, since as far as he could tell they worked the same way the humans did, he and Arukenimon could technically have little ones of their own someday. But no- they were Digimon, and Digimon hatch from eggs, and eggs form alone in Primary Village.
Arukenimon blinked, confused. She was at a loss as to what his logic was. If they took one, then it'd be theirs... and now he was standing there, petting the Botamon and crying silently. What in the hell was wrong with him? "If you don't want one, then let's get back. This place gets on my nerves," she said, scowling around at all the pastel colors.
The Botamon had calmed down enough to notice that its rescuer was sad. It shuffled around to look up at him and blinked its big yellow eyes. Maybe he was worried that the red one had hurt it? "Don't be sad," it said in its small, soft voice. "I'm okay."
Mummymon opened his eye and found the Botamon looking up at him with innocent concern. He sniffed, blinking his tears back, and ruffled its fur. "I'm glad," he smiled. He looked around for the pieces of the cradle, which had cracked in half, and bound them back together with a little Snake Bandage. "I'm sorry we broke your bed," he said softly, setting the Botamon back in its hastily repaired cradle.
"That's OK," it said, wriggling to get comfortable in the bedding. "It feels the same." Then it blinked up at him. "You're still sad..."
"Yes," Mummymon admitted, "but not because of you. I guess... I guess I'm just lonely."
"You don't have to be lonely. You could take me with you."
He smiled. How kind these little Digimon were... How unlike his beloved. "Thank you," he said, petting it affectionately, "but I don't think that would be a good idea. My friend doesn't know how to be gentle."
"She's your friend?" it asked. "Why?"
"I don't know." How could he explain? The first time he'd seen her he'd known. There was a hole in him and it was shaped like Arukenimon. Alone, he just wasn't... finished. He wondered if she felt anything like that. He patted the Botamon goodbye and walked back to Arukenimon.

She was waiting for him just outside the field of eggs and cradles, looking annoyed. "If you're quite finished," she said, "shall we be off?"
"Yes," he said despondently. "I'm... I'm sorry I yelled at you."
She shrugged. "I can't say I understand."
"I don't either, not really. Let's just forget about it?" He didn't sound bitter, just sad.
On their way back to the Digital Port, Mummymon trailed behind. As he passed by Elecmon, he leaned down and sliced through most of the Spider Thread with one sharp claw, so the little ones' caretaker would be able to escape it more easily.

By the time Elecmon worked free, Arukenimon and Mummymon were long gone. He surveyed the field for damage and was relieved to see one broken cradle was the extent of it. The Botamon inside looked calm. "You okay?" Elecmon asked.
"Yes," it answered. "Are you?"
Elecmon nodded, shifting the Botamon into a new cradle.
"When they fought with you, I was scared."
"So was I," Elecmon confessed. "I'm glad you're all alright."
Elecmon looked back over the field and noticed a new egg, softly faded from blue to red. He stared at it for a few seconds. "I hope that one takes a long time to hatch," he mumbled to himself.

Hehehe. I really don't have anywhere for the story to go after this, so this will be the end for now. See you around!