Weathering the Storm
 
 
 
 
On a spit of rock five miles from shore sits a large weathered lighthouse named Cape False Storm. It had served as a vital beacon to guide ships away from the deadly underwater ridge and into the safe harbour of Green Bay. Renamon had been stationed there for the last few months to ensure it remained active between the twice-yearly visits from the coastguard. A visit that isn’t due any time soon.
 
This morning, he stayed lying in bed staring at the ceiling whilst stroking gently at his pulsing erection. It had become a common thing to wake up with morning wood now. Especially with how she acted. Visions of Gatomon’s swaying rear and flicking tail often filled his dreams, both day and night. She had been a surprise arrival on the last coastguard visit and from the first day been such a tease. They had often flirted with one another, pushed on by her near constant taunting, but never were things allowed to get past words.
 
Renamon gritted his teeth and arched his back as he came, shooting ropes of cum over his belly fur. Gentle stroking had turned more feverish with the visions of the cat filling his mind. Riding down from his peak he muttered a quiet “dammit” whilst he panted softly. Laying there for a few more minutes, he allowed himself to enjoy the afterglow while he could. But he had to get up. Taking a couple of tissues from the rapidly emptying box, Renamon set about the tedious task of clearing the seed out of his fur. It would have to do, he simply wouldn’t have the time or resources to do much more.
 
Stepping out, Renamon was not surprised to find Gatomon already up and eating breakfast. She did not acknowledge him at first, until her nose twitched and her mouth broke into a broad smile. Renamon tried to maintain an even face, idly picking at the dried patches in his fluff.
 
“So, have some nice dreams?” She asked with a wide grin, head in her palms and tail flicking back and forth.
 
Not able to keep back a sneer, he faced away from her and started digging into the cupboards. “Some pleasant dreams… ya.” He replied, taking out some simple breakfast bars and having to sit across from her at the only small table they share between them.
 
The day progressed as they usually did, flirts to be had before they part. It wasn’t always clear what she had been sent for, the first few weeks had involved teaching her the ropes and now she could perform some of the basic maintenance, leaving him to more carefully check over the aging buildings and machines. Whilst reapplying sealant on a notoriously leaky crack of the store room, he looks out to the horizon to see thunderous storm clouds rolling in.
 
 
What had looked to be an easy day quickly turned hectic. With the rising winds the two scrambled to get the lighthouse locked down. Gatomon rushed up the spire securing windows as she went whilst Renamon set about closing the shutters down at ground level and ensuring all backup systems were ready to go.
 
 
With everything closed up, he walked to the bottom of the stairwell and called up. “Hey! You got it taken care of up there?”
 
 
There’s a delay, leading Renamon to begin walking up after her. But the sound of wind roaring becomes muffled quite suddenly with the closing of the lamp door and an almost unnoticed turbulence settles down within the spire. “Yeah! It’s all good.” She replies, dangling her head between the railings from far above.
 
 
“Be careful!” He called back, glancing towards the rain pounding on the windows. “It must be wet up there!”
 
 
But Gatomon just waved her paw and her eyes at him. “Pssh, you worry too much foxy boy.” She dropped down onto the metal landing and began walking down the stairs with an exaggerated sway of the hips she so often used to distract him.
 
 
But just as quickly as she began descending she slipped, only gaining Renamon’s attention when she lets out a loud yowl beginning to tumble down the stairs. Renamon watched, frozen in place, her tensed body rolling head over heels with several loud thumps. One of her flailing arms reached out to a support beam of the railing but it merely steered her decent through the gap and straight down the middle of the spire.
 
 
Renamon flinched at the dull thud of her hitting the unyielding concrete floor below.
 
 
It was a few long seconds before he regained his senses enough to rush down to her splayed out flat. Immediately he dropped to his knees and crouched over her, examining the damage as she groaned in pain. He could see the static as her body pixelated and struggled to remain together.
 
 
Almost laying over her, too stunned to do anything, she opened her eyes and turned to him through a pained expression. “Now… don’t say ‘I told you so’. I don’t want that… to be the last thing I hear.” She tries to laugh but another wave of static turned it into a groan of pain, flopping her head back onto the floor.
 
 
Suddenly Renamon’s eyes hardened with an unusual determination. “Don’t be silly Gatomon. I’m going to save you so just hang on a bit longer, okay?” He tried to smile, but it was hard, consciously fighting back the sharp feeling of anguish stabbing at the back of his eyes and throat. His paw ventured down between his legs, and he tried to focus his thoughts.
 
 
“How?” Gatomon uttered before coughing hard, trying to turn her head back to look at him. “We don’t have the equipment… to treat something like this. We can’t get… a signal out through this… storm. Even if we could, no one would come… or get here in time.” She had started to speak softly in the pain, tears welling in her eyes. Every moment a struggle. “I just want to say…”
 
 
But her thoughts are interrupted by the red of his dick reaching full height above her – and her eyes went wide.
 
 
“What kind of sicko are you that my death is turning you on!” She tried to shout, causing another coughing fit and her form to fragment before snapping back together again.
 
 
“Shh! Shh... shh…” Renamon pleads, placing a finger against her lips to stop her talking as his other paw slipped under her hips. Taking firm hold of the back of her head and shoulders he cradled her with her small hind feet next to the tip of his dick. It pulsed in the air, the tip opening and closing like a maw tasting the lingering scents. Gatomon gently shook, horrified looking at it, even more so when it seemed to reach out and latch onto her foot as it drew nearer.
 
 
She let out a silent gasp and struggled to say something as the other foot was brought close and the dick thrust out and grabbed that one in its slit too. The strong scent she had become familiar with over the months fills her nostrils as the first clear droplets of precum soak into her pure white fur.
 
 
“I know, pretty weird huh?” Renamon said with a blush and smile, steadily pulling her further within by the contractions in his shaft alone, gently guiding her weak body with his paws. Very quickly she was in to the hips, her weakened form softening within him making it easier to drag her in. With one hand free he reaches up to scratch the back of his head. “My brother showed this to me… it will keep you safe. Once inside your data will be contained so it won’t disperse.”
 
 
She looked up to him, eyes still wide. Renamon rushed to get her inside, being gentle with what is on the outside whilst looking past enjoying the sensation of her soft body fizzing into static deeper within him. Just as the dick reached her head and his last paw gently came away she tried to make a shaking plea.
 
 
“D-don’t…”
 
 
But she was silenced as the tip quickly covers her mouth and then her crying eyes, finally taking her whole head within. The last of her long tail continues to trail behind, slurping up after her, the fluffy end only reaching the flexing slit once she is fully deposited and curled in his sac.
 
 
The extreme tingling sensation that her unstable form was causing him threatened to distract him from his task. He threw his head back and gritted his teeth.
 
 
“Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum!” He shouted to himself. “If you cum she’ll come out and die, you have to hold her in.” The morbid thoughts give him the clarity he needed to look around, the sensation of her fluffy tip slipping down his shaft causing another whimper of pleasure. But a soft pinging sound catches his notice.
 
 
Looking down, he sees a gold ring on the floor, her gold ring. Picking it up he looks over the gold decorative inscriptions and a weird thought comes to his mind. A little bit of added data causes the ring to grow a little in size. It slid easily over the surface of his dick lubricated generously with plenty of pre. He had to rush and struggle to get it over his knot before the feeling caused it to inflate too much, and with a forceful push it slipped to the base of his dick at the opening of his sheath just as he lost focus.
 
 
The ring shrinks back as the knot inflates with the rise of orgasm, cum arching high into the air and cascading down upon himself. In the depths of pleasure his mind blacks out, returning to himself covered in thick ropes of white, recovering from his greatest ever orgasm grinning like a fool. He felt fantastic – until he remembered what had made it feel so good.
 
 
Hurriedly reaching down to cup his balls, he let out sigh of relief to still feel Gatomon sloshing around inside of them, even if her form wasn’t that solid right now. “I’m sure she’ll pull herself back together given enough time.” He said to himself, not hearing the faint gurgles of words from within. He was distracted by the new heft to his balls. It felt good and meaty to hold them in his hand and slosh them about. The tingling from before was also rapidly returning, his dick becoming hard again. Quickly it became too much for him to stand as he began to stroke himself again.
 
 
Gatomon seemed to be disturbed by the bouncing and fondling as she began to slowly move about in there. The feeling of her body pushing out against his sac caused him to intensely orgams again, the sac drawing tight as it expelled even more cum to join the rest soaking into the concrete. Gatomon, however, was left in place by the gold band constricting around the base of Renamon’s dick, her softened form clearly visible in the contours of his flesh before relaxing once more.
 
 
It seemed she didn’t like the tight constriction as her movements turned to weak struggles right afterwards. But it did little more than to bring stimulation back to the shaft and preventing it from growing soft again. With the rain still pounding on the window he reached down and groped at his balls, watching the bulges of the feline vaguely moving inside.
 
 
“It’s going to be a long day…”
 
 
And a long day it was. In an effort not to offend Gatomon, he tried not touch his tender throbbing erection or weighty sack whilst manning the monitoring station. The briefest of reliefs came from the dashes into the cold rain from the still raging storm outside but with the storm settling in to stay, he was soon forced to deal with his peaking arousal.
 
 
He threw himself away from the console to the middle of the room, one paw hovering over his tip strongly tempted to stroke himself but just holding back. But it was no use, with the briefest of squirms from his sack forcing out a copious load of cum to shoot out over his front and onto the seed stained concrete.
 
 
Untensing from the power of the orgasm, dread sinks through Renamon’s body, terrified she had escaped and dispersed like he was trying to prevent. Pacing for a few moments, dropping to all fours to sniff and examine his seed, he tries to find a sign of Gatomon’s data within it. His panic attack giving way to relief, collapsing into his sticky whiteness and whimpering, when he finally calms down enough to feel the protesting squirms from the presence inside of his sac.
 
 
The electric tingle started to make him hard again. Reaching down, Renamon squeezed his sac in the spot he felt her head. It was just as before, other than being thicker and substantially larger, there was no way someone would have thought a whole Digimon was tucked up inside of there. He would continue to fondle over Gatomon’s form through the rest of the storm, losing himself to pleasure more than once before finally retiring to his bed, passing out from near exhaustion, one paw cupping his sac.
 
 
Despite the roar of the winds on the windows, the crashing of waves against the rocks, and the odd creak of the older parts of the lighthouse, Renamon slept deeply dreaming of the Gatomon. He played over in his mind his taking of the feline who had teased him so much, the depths of his fantasy wishing it had been under less panicked circumstances…
 
 
He woke up to the loud crackle of the radio sparking to life. The storm had long subsided, raw bright sunlight pouring in through the small porthole window onto his bed. The cum soaked sheets hadn’t been able to contain the proceeds of his dreams, sticking to his fur whilst he stumbles into the main room to grab the radio.
 
 
“Cape False Storm, pick up! Come in Cape False Storm.”
 
 
The urgency, and more importantly the identity, of the voice snaps him from his tiredness and he rushes to pick up the transmitter, tripping and stumbling due to the swing of his now much larger sac. “Cape False Storm here...”
 
 
There is a definite pause before the boss’s voice returns. “I’m glad to hear from you False Storm. Are you hurt?”
 
 
“No! No! I’m fine.” Renamon said, attempting to sound calm. He was about to tell her about the incident with the Gatomon when – as usual – she started talking right over him.
 
 
“That’s a relief. There was a lot of concern what with you being out there by yourself and all.” She said quickly, her mind clearly at ease and drifting elsewhere. “We can send someone out to you if it is needed.”
 
 
Renamon’s mind went blank for a moment. Nobody else? He got his senses straight quickly enough to not seem too distracted himself. “No, no need! I’ll call back once I have a damage assessment.”
 
 
“Okay then. Be careful out there by yourself, the tide is still rough.”
 
 
Before he could get a reply in the radio went dead. Renamon stood there silently after putting down the receiver. Slowly, he reached down and cupped his plump sac. The attached bedding fell to the floor with a thud and despite the still fresh seed coating his fur liberally he started to fondle the form curled up tightly inside.
 
 
“So you weren’t supposed to be out here…” He muttered, continuing to rub over the bulges until the drying of the cum wakes him up. “Oh man.”
 
 
The next month passed in a blur for Renamon. What moments he wasn’t performing his needed duties tending to the running of the lighthouse were spent pleasuring himself. The constant sense of Gatomon within his sac made him horny, the feel of the extra-large and thick load of cum sloshing as he jerks himself was just so good. As time passed, Gatomon became more solid and active, starting to move around on her own again, on the road to a full recovery. With each subtle twitch of her tail or roll of her body brought on waves of near orgasmic pleasure, no matter what he was doing. Clean-up had become a well-practiced ritual.
 
 
But Renamon felt it was odd. Despite feeling Gatomon recovering, moving more and becoming more solid, she never seemed to separate fully from his seed. His sac remained nice and rounded, plump from its extra mass, and devoid of any outlines of her form. Save for the few times she moved and would send waves of pleasure up his spine.
 
 
It was just after the end of the month that Gatomon pushed out of the sac as far as she could and spoke for the first time, an unintelligible “Gurgamon!” The garbled words were hard to understand, but made Renamon weak to the knees, causing him to nearly drop the replacement Lighthouse lamp he had been midway through installing. He had to pull himself away and only the shock of her words kept him from jerking off into the rocks below like he had so many times before.
 
 
“You can let me out now!” She cried from within, those words difficult to make out, felt more than heard, but expected nonetheless. The actual sounds coming from his sac were little more than blobs and gurgles. Aware that this wouldn’t be ending anytime soon, he held his breath and finished his work, screwing in the lightbulb before the inevitable happened.
 
 
Sitting on the balcony, facing the setting sun and hearing Gatomon’s pleas growing ever more desperate, he gave his sac a gentle rub. “I’m sorry Gatomon, but this month has been too good. I can’t let you go... I’m never letting you go.”
 
 
Her struggles were immediate, his sack tossing slightly from side to side along the balcony edge. “Nooo! You promised! You promised!” She screamed, pounding at the soft sac flesh, held back by the sheer weight of the seed she had been brewing in since she entered. But the violence does nothing but bring Renamon to the peak in an instant, painting the dark wet rocks below, sending him into a blackout of lust. Had it been a month ago he wouldn’t have thought about keeping her, about enacting his fantasy for real. But the opportunity was just too good, and the feeling of power and orgasmic energy overshadowed any part of him that might have protested.
 
 
Guilmon rode the tugboat out to Cape False Storm to take over from Renamon, cutting across in the brief window the seas would be calm in an otherwise treacherous year. The two had been friends since childhood and he wasn’t surprised to see Renamon standing on the dock, waving and ready to receive him, mooring the tugboat as Guilmon ensured the boat would not be trying to drive and take the pier with it.
 
 
Face to face, Guilmon jumped over the edge of the ship to meet Renamon on the dock, going in for a hug when he spotted his friend’s different posture and takes a step back to do a double take. Renamon could not help but give a confused tilt of the head.
 
 
“Woah dude! What happened to you?” Guilmon exclaimed, staring at him up and down, trying his best not to focus only on the hefty sack sitting between his legs…
 
 
“What do you mean?” Renamon replied, head still tilted and brow ruffled. It had been three months since the incident. Three months since he had seen another living being face-to-face and was more than glad to see his dear friend, but he had not expected the reaction at all.
 
 
“Well uhh… you uhh…” Guilmon’s claw rose as if to point to his friend, but faltered and fell back down. His embarrassment was beginning to show through a deep blush burning across his cheeks, catching glances of the bulge rocking back and forth, sending hot tingles up his spine. “Nothing, it’s just been a while is all.”
 
 
With a gentle smile, Renamon shouldered his bag and gave a slap on the shoulder as he walked past. “Yeah it has, we gotta hang out sometime when your turn is over.”
 
 
As Renamon stepped onto the boat and began packing his belongings, Guilmon couldn’t help but stare at his tail swaying back and forth, imagining what those hefty orbs would look like, what they would be capable of. There was little more than a wave from Renamon and a loud call of “catch you later” before the boat is driving away, and he snaps back into reality. With an embarrassed smile he stares out to the shoreline, shifting his embarrassing erection in his pants.
 
 
Grabbing his own bag and carrying it towards the lighthouse door, his mind continues to wander. Curiosity only peaking further when he opens the door, inhales the intoxicating scent of his friend’s rawest masculinity clouding his thoughts.
 
 
“This is going to be a long few months…”