Ch 1
Nowhere fast
Blank~in the hospital.
Blank blinks as the fog lifts, she saw through Cait's eyes. She could see his hands, his chest, and his feet. She could feel what he felt, it was so different. He was more sensitive then she thought boys would be. She tried to move but was only able to make his arms twitch slightly. She closed her eyes and sighed, how am I supposed to make this work if I'm so uncomfortable? She wonders. She longs to shiver away the intense pressure and pulsing feeling that was accumulating rapidly bellow Cait's belt. She in hails deeply, I must do something about that. She thinks to herself as a memory that was not her own floats through the depths of her consciousness.
The voice of her digimon stabs at the back of her mind, 'Pull back…' is all he says. Blank does so; she pulls her consciousness away from Cait's. She can feel his warm fuzzy mind slipping away; it was like pulling herself out of a pool of warm sticky, cornstarch with water, ooze. She stops just before the last string of his consciousness broke away. She turns back and opens her mental eyes. She was standing in a white void and Cait was standing there his face blank and his eyes glossy. He stared at his feet just as Blank has seen before she pulled away. She walks over to him the strand of consciousness that she still had attached to her came from somewhere on his back, it was deep crimson and it pulsed sending a wave of white memories to her every time it did so.
She looked him over, it didn't look exactly like him, Is this what his mind looks like? She wonders reaching out and touching his hair. She pulls on it lightly and it begins to stretch. Startled she lets go, it was now three whole inches longer then it originally was. She smiles I wonder… she giggles and starts touching other body parts.
After a few minutes she steps back to admire her handy work. He now looked, roughly, to be a copy of herself. She smiles and decides to see if it happened to his physical body. Blank spreads her arms and quickly wraps herself around his body. Cait's crimson consciousness began to grope at her and pull her in, she giggles slightly as his warm fuzzy mind envelops her completely. She closes her eyes as she began drowning in Crimson, when she once again opened her eyes she could no longer see Cait's feet, his new chest was in the way.
She thinks of how his consciousness had reached out and grabbed her, she reaches herself forward until she felt everything, how loose his pants were now, how big his feet were, how tight his shirt felt. Instinctively she reaches up and inspects the new developments, Cait's new hourglass shape was enough to give her the giggles, I wonder what Cait thinks?
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Coomon
The digital world
Coomon shakes himself and snuggles against Blank's warm human body, "Hurry Blank we have a lot to do here before your friends arrive." He says sniffing the air and licking her knee.
Red eyes watch coomon as he talks to his human, the owner of the eyes pulls back into the darkness of a digibush, purple ears rub against a low group of leaves. Causing the lightest of rustles. The digimon pauses, in doing so the rustling stops abruptly, Coomon heard the sudden stop, wind could not make that happen. He perks his ears and listens. Hoping that the king hadn't found him and Blank already.
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In the park.
Near the hospital
Digital eyes adjust slowly to the physical world. How did I get here? Was the thought that slid slowly through the yellow digimon's mind as she swung her fluffy tail back and forth. She closes her eyes and yawns, "Why am I here?" she says aloud as the street lamp she sat on flickered, physical moths bumped up against the bottom of her right paw as she flexes her toes
She turns her red eyes to the starry sky that resembled the sky that she left behind, she sniffs the air. A waft of sugary bread reaches her twitching nose. Her stomach larches as a memory floats through her brain cells, all she could make out was that someone she loved had handed her bread that smelled similar. All she could remember were hands, gentle soft hands that handed her a slice of warm banana bread right before those hands embraced her.
She shakes her head and the strange memory fades, the digimon stands and exhales into the cold night air, her breath lingers in front of her. It's shape changing and twisting as it floats up fading slowly. "I'm waiting…" A voice whispers, the digimon swore that she could feel warm lips against her ear.
In the blink of an eye the yellow digimon disappeared in a flurry and vapor. Her voice was the only thing that lingered.
"Who are you…?" Was heard by a young passerby, he looks up his desert rose hoody wrapped tightly around him. Snow flakes started falling as a fluffy yellow tail disappears behind a large fern tree
A black feather lands on his shoulder and he turns around to look at it, he plucks it off and stairs at it, "What a weird night…" Is all he says before he starts walking again.
((I am going to start making characters for the gods. This is one of the first ones. I will make a sheet for him if you want))
~JBCBlank