Meal 20
"This place gives me the creeps," whimpered Guilmon. "Why did we have to come back here?"
"Because if Obamon has truly returned then I want to finish what I started," replied Renamon. "This time I'm going to make sure when I knock her into an over that she comes out well done."
"But what if she gets me and fattens me up again to eat him," asked Guilmon drooling a bit at the thought of her cooking. "If she captures you then who will save the day? Maybe we should wait get the others first."
"We already came all this way," groaned Renamon growing annoyed at Guilmon's complaining, but could understand he had never been able to come to terms with everything that had happened and it left scars. "It will take too long for the others to get here, but I promise that you won't get eaten. And don't forget this isn't just about defeating Obamon, but saving anyone else who might be in her clutches. Surely you don't want someone else devoured by that witch."
"I'm glad you still have such a high opinion of me after so much time, my dear," Obamon said as she appeared before the two of them.
"Obamon!" cried Guilmon backing up behind Renamon, shaking nervously.
"Guilmon, my precious child," cooed Obamon looking at him with kind, elderly eyes. "You look as delicious as ever, but you are so skinny again." Her voice started to grow deeper and more malevolent as she spoke. "You should be eating MORE! LOT'S MORE TILL YOU ARE TOO STUFFED TO MOVE! Then I'll pry your muzzle open and STUFF YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS TILL YOU ARE MY SUCCULENT THANKSGIVING TURKEY!!!"
"Enough you monster!" shouted Renamon charging at Obamon and leap kicking at her like last time. She hit with all her might, but unlike last time, the attack didn't make Obamon budge. Instead, the attack got absorb by Obamon's massively fat body and repelled Renamon off.
"I am much more prepared this time around," laughed Obamon as her body started growing as she began to transform. "While it is true that I was no match for you before, I have increased my power vastly since and now you are the one who is too weak."
"Guilmon, run!" Renamon shouted to him as Obamon transformed and lunged at Renamon. The fox Digimon tried to get out of the way, but before she could get very far, Obamon grasped her in her claws.
"Renamon!" cried Guilmon, shocked as Obamon lifted her up, her body limp and unconscious. Tears streamed down his eyes before rage kicked in and he roared fiercely. "I won't let you get away with this!" Snorting smoke out his nose and bearing his fangs, Guilmon ran at Obamon determined to make her pay.
"I love when they choose to come to me rather than run away," snickered Obamon. "It makes things so much easier."
Drag and Thomas leapt and dove, avoiding Remgat's arms as he swung them around, smashing the walls of the castle like they were made of peanut brittle. They were barely able to avoid Remgat's wrath by the narrowest of margins and as much as they tried to counter, they didn't have the time to do so.
"How are you holding out?" asked Drag to Thomas, panting desperate to catch his breath before Remgat swung at him again.
"Barely," answered Thomas. "I thought this place was narrow enough to restrict his movements, but his power is just too overwhelming. He'll squash us flat if we aren't fast enough to get out of the way."
"What was that now?" asked Remgat. "You thought that was me attacking?" Drag and Thomas were silent, but that was answer enough for the evil dragotaur. His grin grew larger before he cackled wickedly. "I was merely stretching to prepare for the fight. If that was too much for you then try a real attack on for size."
Making a fist, Remgat threw a punch at the ground. Not waiting around to see what Remgat considered a real attack, Drag and Thomas ran away with all the vigor they had. It did little good as the punch cratered the ground around Remgat. The shockwave caused the walls the burst apart and sent rocks and flying at Drag and Thomas pummeling almost as well as Remgat could do punching them directly.
"Are we still alive?" groaned Thomas getting up from under some rubble.
"We are, but it might have been better to have a quick death," admitted Drag.
"Is that so?" snickered Remgat while lifting his foot over them. "All you had to do was ask." With a stomp of his foot, Remgat attempted to crush them. In response, Drag fired the strongest blast of water out his mouth he could. It held his foot back, but Drag's water levels were dropping fast. "Thanks for the foot wash. I have stepped in a lot of dead stuff today that may or may not have been alive before I stepped on it. Perhaps you would like a better look." With only a slight increase in effort Remgat stomped through the water and smashed the ground causing a quake. He made sure to press and rub his foot on the ground for good measure, but he stopped once he realized the only thing his foot was rubbing was stone. "Managed to escape, but it just means more time for me to play around." Returning to walking, Remgat prepared to hunt them down.
"It won't take that beast long to catch up to us," wheezed Drag feeling parched after that attack. "You think Yure managed to get us some help?"
"Unless there was someone in the very near vicinity I doubt he'd have enough time to get anybody and that's only if he hasn't run off on us," commented Thomas. Drag gave a disappointed look at Thomas for his later comment. "Not that I think he would, but this is not a fight, but being sent to the guillotine."
"I was thinking pulled apart by horses running in different directions, but we agree that we have no chance to win," stated Drag. "Let's rethink our standings and see if there isn't something we haven't tried yet. Currently, my full strength is barely enough to defend against Remgat's strength so long as he is not actually putting much effort into it which he probably will now. My water attacks are like washing him with a hose and even if though I bought us time now, I'm running low so that's out till I can rehydrate. And, uh, that's it for me. What can you do?"
"I'm a Smeargle so I can copy attacks and use them against my opponents," he explained.
"Then you must know tons of powerful attacks that can help us," suggested Drag feeling some hope.
"I do," Thomas answered before he slowed to a stop and Drag stopped too. "Or rather I did before coming to this world. All of those attacks are gone."
"Crud," groaned Drag. "And my attacks don't do squat either. But if you learn some of Remgat's attacks then we can turn his own immeasurable power against him." This new revelation excited Drag and started him running again.
"That would be a good idea, but Remgat's own dark power wouldn't be very effective against him," explained Thomas. "It might help him rather than hurt him." Those words annihilated Drag's hope and made his run turn to a sluggish shuffle. "It is moot anyway since I can only copy other Pokemon attacks and so far I haven't met any other Pokemon yet."
"Then what are we going to do?" shouted Drag, the stress making him go ballistic.
"Hide!" answered Thomas as he shoved Drag into a nearby room after he spotted Remgat approaching. They shut the door just in time, hearing Remgat's heavy footsteps approach and then fade.
"He couldn't have missed us," cried Drag.
"He's just messing with us," replied Thomas. "Killing us wouldn't satisfy him, not when he can torture us first. He probably sees me as a centipede he is pulling the legs off one at a time and you are probably a chicken with his head cut off running around blindly until you finally die."
"Very dark," he commented. "But looks like we discovered something unusual." Turning around to view the rest of the room, Thomas stared in shock as he saw Wolfcub was asleep on the ground; her body was insanely obese, clothes barely managing to cover her figure. On a crystal ball, they could see Wolfcub in a frenzy devouring zombie pastries and growing more obese by the second. The Wolfcub in the room fattened up in unison.
"So this is where Remgat put her," said Thomas. "I knew what he had done, but this is nothing like sending her to a real place. This is her dreaming, but it is affecting her real body."
"Just a little something new I was developing," snickered Remgat, his voice booming from outside the room. "Dreams that really affect your body. By the looks of things she is nearing her limit of obesity. She'll explode into a nasty mess any second, but there is a simple way to save her. Break the crystal ball and release her from the dream. Of course, if you do that I will kill you both in her place. If you let her die I will consider sparing you instead. Make your choice."
"Hardly a choice," replied Drag. "We are dead no matter what and so is Wolfcub even if we do save her."
"But we won't be responsible for letting her die," added Thomas. "Do your worst you personification of all that is sadistic and vile." Together, Drag and Thomas force the orb off its pedestal and shattered it on the ground. Lights burst from the glass shards and floated around the room before making their way to Wolfcub and entered her body. Gasping for breath and immediately sitting upright she looked around the room and at herself.
"Where am I? Was that all a dream?" she asked unaware of the present danger.
The room then started to rumble before anyone could give her an explanation. Cracks appeared at the base of the wall then the walls were lifted up, revealing Remgat behind this, grinning wickedly at them. "Thank you for praise," he told Thomas. "However flattery will not save you." Lifting the room over his head, he prepared to smash it down on them and crush them to death.
"REMGAT!!!" shouted Morris standing in the corridor, bow aimed at the beast. "DIE!!!" Not giving Remgat a chance to retort, he fired an intense barrage of magic arrows at him. They punctured his body causing blood to drip out of the hundreds of wounds appearing on his body. Remgat was not able to fight back against the Morris's rage fueled attack and the arrows only stopped flying when he depleted his energy and collapsed to the ground.
"Time for the kill!" cried Van as he rushed in to put an end to the evil dragon before he managed to recover. "We won't give you the chance to recover." With his claws extended to full sharpness he slashed, stabbed, and shredded over every inch of his body, severing nerves from muscle and cleaving bones into pieces. Van left nothing to chance, gouging out his eyes, striking every vital spot on his body he could find and cursing Remgat the whole time. Blood splattered everywhere and flooded the ground. Van got covered in from head to toe in Remgat's blood as well, allowing the scent and taste to fuel his savage instincts. "KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"We're saved," stated Drag trying not to watch the gore taking place, but found his gaze transfixed on it. "But how did they find us?"
"I got them," answered Yure covering his eyes with his hands. "I wasn't sure at first, but I guess they are doing a good job."
"Uh, yeah," agreed Thomas. "But why are you covering your eyes?"
"They said they wanted to surprise me and told me not to look until they said so," he explained.
Drag looked at the messy remains of Remgat as he remained standing, but appeared horrifically mutilated. Van was completely red and finally done with his attack, exhausted and drained of his blood lust high. The scene was clearly not meant children. "That was nice of them," Drag answered, lost for anything else to say.
Remgat's body remained still as stone even after the attack ended and silently everyone watched and waited, wondering if it had been enough. The room he had lifted over his head slipped from his fingers and fell down on his skull, smashing it and sending him crashing to the ground.
"He'd finally defeated," everyone thought.
"I made it," panted Jokull as he stumbled through the door of Obamon's cottage, his belly swollen so badly it was throwing him off balance. "Vincent, you sacrificed yourself so that one of us could get here and help Zane. If Zane failed to defeat Obamon for some reason then she probably found and ate you by now. I will make sure it ends here no matter what."
Cautiously, he looked around the cottage, scratching his chin in wonder. He expected Zane to have battled Obamon in full rage. No matter how powerful Obamon had become, he doubted even she could have prevented Zane from trashing her home in the fight, but nothing seemed to have been knocked over. Moving further through the house, Jokull then heard a sound coming from a nearby room and went to sneak a peek. He saw an ever more enormous blob of Miltank fat fill the room with an almost as big blob of Lucario blubber pressed against it. Save for the pink and blue, it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began. Still peeking from the edge of the door and unable to look away, Jokull stumbled into the room as his belly weight threw him off balance. Despite his klutzy entrance, neither even seemed aware of him. Krystal just continued to be milked and force fed her own secretions and Zane was busy nursing from one of her breasts and its endless supply of milk.
"So this is how Obamon got the better of you," sighed Jokull, not sure if Zane could even hear him. "Not that I blame you. I would have probably done the same thing. That Yoohoo you're sucking on is one sweet treat."
"Home sweet home," said Obamon in her sweet as pie voice.
"She's back sooner than I thought," whispered Jokull. "Now or never then. I have to defeat her before she realizes I'm here. I got nothing, but my own claws to use. Hmm... I could tear out her stomach and feed it to her. Overly violent and ironic at the same time. A perfect fitting ending."
Taking a few quick breathers, Jokull prepared himself. He then turned and charged the front door screaming madly. Zane stopped drinking for a moment and watched as Jokull took his final stand. The ground shook under his steps and his belly bounced with each step. Obamon was standing at the front door something hefted in her arms and she hardly looked alert at the moment. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity as he lunged at her.
"Mama!" cried a voice that was quickly followed by a baby's wailing. As soon as he heard it he stopped his attack prematurely. His claws were so close to Obamon's breasts he was tempted to grope them, but the cries averted his attention. In one arm she had Renamon though she now appeared to be a five year old child and in the other, Guilmon who was even younger, a hatchling. "Is the scary man trying to hurt us?"
"Don't worry, darlings," she cooed hugging them close. "This is just a friend who likes to pop out and surprise people. He'd never hurt a fly, right?"
"No," choked Jokull, feeling powerless against Obamon's shield. He lowered his claws and forced out an apology. "I did not mean to upset anyone."
"We forgive you mister," Renamon told him.
"Now how about you two go out to play," Obamon suggested and placed Renamon on the ground and Guilmon in her arms. She patted their heads and watched them go outside.
"You just abandoned your shield," remarked Jokull. "Why?"
"I never needed them for a shield," she chuckled. "But I do appreciate your restraint. I would not want them to be harmed especially with all the plans I have for them."
"What plans?" asked Jokull. "You've eaten plenty already. Are they something special?"
"Just some old business I intend to take care of," she explained. "Call it the meal that got away."
"So you aren't perfect after all," concluded Jokull. "You lost against them and now you brought them back to get even. Is that all this ordeal was for, just some petty revenge?"
"I would never base my actions solely on revenge," she told him. "However, even I like to treat myself from time to time and that is one of the things I plan to do before conquering everything."
"Which is why I am going to stop you now," snapped the purple dragon, growing angrier by the second.
"Come at me," she taunted, drool covering her maw and dripping to the floor. "I need something to hold me over while I fatten the little ones up for my grand meal."
Jokull lunged and clawed at Obamon, but just as he was quick to move despite his size, so was she. Slowly, Obamon began transforming into her more monstrous form, growing faster and stronger making Jokull attack more desperately before she could completely overwhelm him. With all his might, he forced all his weight on her to throw her off balance. He succeeded, as she fumbled and fell backwards.
"This is it!" he shouted, jumping over her and aiming his claws at her chest where her black heart was. "Now you die!" Diving at her, he planned to impale her at this one final chance he had. His claws pierced her apron and punctured her body. Then one of Obamon's extra appendages burst out of her side and grabbed his arm, keeping him from reaching her vital organ. Quickly, he tried to use his free arm to attack, but her other arm emerged and caught that arm too. Finally, her belly mouth opened wide and all he could do was watch as Obamon shoved him in broken after being so close to victory. The last sound he made before vanishing inside her was an agonizing cry of failure.
"So close," she cackled. "Closer than any of the others had come that's for sure, but with you gone there is nobody who can challenge me."
"Did you forget me?" shouted Zane, managing to squeeze part of his endless flab out of the other room. His hands were glowing bright with aura, preparing a massive attack.
"You should have been consumed by lust and gluttony," she cried. "How can you move freely?"
"Despite your manipulations, Jokull's efforts and agony reached me and woke me up," he told her. "Now I am going to finish what he started. "This is no more running for you, you monster! Go to Hell!"
With all his might, Zane unleashed all the force he had stored up for so long. It was so powerful; it silenced the world and filled it with intense light. The normal sphere shape of the aura did not exist as it was too powerful to be contained in a shape. Obamon was unable to move as the attack struck her chest and exploded. Out of the smoldering remains of Obamon her glassed tumbled towards Zane, bent and broken.
With Remgat gone, everyone rejoiced in their latest victory. Thomas helped fill Wolfcub in what she had missed and all the groups exchanged notes on what had transpired on their own adventures, both the good and the bad.
"I can't believe that Tagmer is gone," sobbed Drag. "There wasn't anything we could do to save him?"
"Not with how powerful Remgat is," answered Morris. "He's become too strong that I don't even know if there was any part of Tagmer still alive in that demon."
"He'd never forgive himself if any of us were killed by his own claws, Remgat or otherwise," added Thomas. "He must feel terrible from all the destruction that Remgat already caused."
"It's not fair," sobbed Yure. "I never got to meet him, but it's not fair."
"I hate to ruin the mourning," interrupted Wolfcub. "But we should get going. I don't want to stick around this castle any longer than we have to. What are we supposed to do now anyway?"
"Yeah," agreed Van. "This place gives me the creeps. Like Remgat is haunting us."
"Don't say that," shuddered Morris. "No sense jinxing us. The only thing we can do at this point is find the remaining stones. Remgat should have a few; we have a bunch too totally eleven. That leaves us with two pieces unaccounted for and I believe one piece must be on the top of this mountain. Together we can all work together to find it."
"And that will get us all out of this world and back home?" asked Drag.
"That's our theory anyway and the only lead we have," answered Van.
"The power of the cosmos can do just about anything," explained Thomas. "It even had the power to have Cyrus take control of Thomas."
"I've been meaning to ask," Morris said. "What is your connection to the other Thomas?"
"We were split upon coming to this world," replied Thomas. "The way this world works is very strange, but despite the challenges we are still alive."
"Yeah, together nothing can defeat us!" exclaimed Van.
"Heheheh," cackled an evil and familiar voice that they all knew too well, Remgat. "Nothing can defeat you?" The laughing grew louder and wickeder as they stared at the remains of Remgat, still lifeless as before. Then it started turning completely black and melting into the shadows. "You didn't beat me yet, not that you didn't manage to give me a splendid decapitation. It has been so long since someone ripped me limb from limb that I forget how it felt." Out of the shadows, Remgat emerged once again, not a scratch on him and he even appeared larger, and more intimidating than before. His body burst through the walls of the castle, barely able to contain his bulk. "Thanks and if I may mention, I did find that teamwork spiel actually a little compelling. As you all know by now, the strongest is a close race between Obamon and yours truly, but with her holding most of the cards I could use a little oomph to tip the scale in my favor."
"You want us to team up with you?" shouted Wolfcub. "After all you've done, you must be joking."
"I am quite serious, my dear," he answered with a large grin. "But you misunderstand. It is now you I want, but your power!" Slamming his massive claw to the ground where everyone was standing, he used so much force it was like a meteor hit the spot and left a hand-shaped crater just as larger. Despite the devastation, the attack miss due to the fact they were standing in the gaps between the fingers, most of them were anyway. Crush flat in his palm was Van. Remgat picked up his body, broken and unmoving and looking at him with a hungry, drooling grin. "He was the one who gave me the idea so I knew he would feel honored to go first. Opening his maw, he swallowed Van. Everyone could only stare and watch in horror. It only grew more terrifying as Remgat's hands glowed and his nails grew sharper and longer, magic similar to Van's now flowing through them. "Even such feeble abilities can be useful in the right hands. Isn't teamwork grand?"
