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“Please tell me I don’t have to give you the talk.”Monodramon’s eyes lit up. “You know where DigiEggs come from?!”E.R. groaned. “Oh no.”“Wait a second, it’s not that whole “mommy and daddy love each other very much” thing, is it? That can’t be true! We found Shrekmon’s egg in ToyAgumon’s shop, and I don’t think we all get along that well.”“So, does that mean you already know how it works for humans?”“I mean, I’ve heard about it. I have this friend, Renamon- that’s one of the few memories I do have before meeting you guys- she, um…”
“Humans procreate through a process they call “sex,” but that’s not the only thing they do it for…”
“Actually, we’re not gonna talk about that.”“Great! So… uh… w-would you… god, this is awkward,” E.R. muttered under his breath. “I’ve been thinkin’ about what Etemon said, when he- he called me your master… Y- y’see where I’m goin’ with this?”“Kinda. I think I remember Renamon bringing something like that up once.”
“Sometimes, they use it as a form of play. And there’s different types of play, like domination and submission…”
“And I kinda feel bad asking you this, but- do you- um… Would you- maybe- wanna try it?”
“Remember, boundaries and consent are imperative to the ritual. No means no: but that still puts the responsibility on the person having the thing done to them. Sometimes, people freeze up and can’t speak up for themselves, so pay close attention to their body language.”
Monodramon thought about it for a moment.“A-and it’s fine if you don’t want to!”“I mean, not while I’m Monodramon. Rookie Digimon don’t really have the… the stuff for that, and Renamon always said not to get involved until I was older, anyway.”
“It’s incredibly frowned upon among humans to partake in these acts in the early stages of one’s life, and as Digimon who form partnerships with these humans, we should follow that example.”
“But you’re a Rookie, too, Renamon!”
“I’m… a special case, unfortunately…”
“I assumed that meant once I could Digivolve.”“Yeah! Yeah, sure, I can do that! No problem! I was gonna do that anyway, hehe.” E.R. fumbled with his Digivice a bit as he went to Digivolve his partner.“Monodramon, Digivolve to… Strikedramon!” “Alright, let’s go over a couple more ground rules first. Anything you’re not comfortable with?”
“Communication is the most important part- whether something hurts or feels good, if something is okay or if it's not okay…”
Strikedramon shrugged. “Your idea, so you’re in charge.”“Oh! Um, okay… Then, if something doesn’t work out, you’ll tell me, right?”
“That's why safe words are so important: it's essentially an emergency shutdown button on things- it may sound silly at first, but if you don’t have one, what you’re doing can actually be incredibly dangerous. I mean, unless you're gonna stop when they say stop.”
“That’s fair.”“Good deal. Now, I know there already isn’t much, but-” E.R. stopped, taking a deep breath and smacking his cheeks a couple times, and continuing with a more serious expression. “Strip.” “Y-yes, sir-”“Ah-ah-ah,” E.R. wagged a finger at his partner. “It’s “Master.” That’s why we’re doing this, remember?”“Right. Yes, Master…”Strikedramon busied himself with his belt buckle, metal clinking and sliding under bulky fingers as he wrestled off his jeans. He kicked and shuffled a bit, trying to wriggle out of the tight denim, but snarling in frustration as it bunched up and got caught on the big metal rings around his ankles.“Stop that!” E.R. scolded. “I never asked you to show off!” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just strip already, would’ya?”“I’m trying.” Strikedramon growled as he continued to struggle.“Oh well, I guess you don't really need to take them all the way off,” E.R. looped his fingers under the elastic of Strikedramon's boxers and tugged them down. “Holy fuck you’re huge.” “Uh… thanks???” E.R. blushed. “N-never mind! Forget I said anything! I mean- um-” he cleared his throat. “Wow,” the boy put on his best sultry voice. “It’s so big~”Strikedramon smirked. “Think you can take it?”“Are you being sassy?”“Maybe~ Well, how do you want me then, Master?” “Oh god, Riot! I- ... Wh-why did you-...” E.R. gulped and cleared his throat. “Did I say you could stop?” “You called me-”“I KNOW WHAT I CALLED YOU!” E.R. interrupted. “Just ignore it! It... slipped.”“E.R.…”
“There are a lot of ways you can damage someone without even laying a finger on them, and if you're not willing to respect that power, you have no business wielding it.”
“Look, can we not talk about this now?” he asked. “In fact, that's an order! Drop this discussion and get back to fucking me, pet!”