The girl sighed softly as she lay back in the large bathtub; the hot water working to melt away her recent stress and sore body from the previous battles. Since coming to the Digital World, Vanille Champenois had had very few chances to really relax and pamper herself during the travels she and her human friends and Digimon partners had undertaken. Having reached the coastal city of Byte after escaping prison (long story; not pretty), the three Digidestined, Vanille, Hana, and Ingrid, and their Digimon partners: Kudamon, Renamon, and Commandramon, respectively; as well as Blitzmon who was a very resourceful ally the freedom fighters allied with early on their quest; were put up in a swanky hotel by the Governor and given much needed time to rest before going back on the warpath towards Cloud to liberate the city from the invading Dramon Empire forces. The eighteen-year-old made sure that during this rest she would take as much time for herself as she needed. She needed to achieve full relaxation, and that meant…

Underneath the hot bath water, she spread her legs apart and slipped her left hand between them to massage the outer lips of her sex. Being around two other girls and four Digimon, it was a rare time when she could get away and enjoy herself like this. She was aware that it wasn’t uncommon for girls, especially girls her own age as the others were, to be casually intimate with each other to keep each others’ urges in check, but Vanille wasn’t sure she was close enough friends with the others, especially after she betrayed their trust and created a murderous Digimon abomination (another long story; really not pretty). Besides, Vanille was naturally shy and wouldn’t be comfortable with another girl’s hands, fingers, and tongue all over and inside her girlparts. Even the Digimon, who—to Vanille’s understanding—didn’t have sex or sexual parts like humans do, she really didn’t want to explain how human sexuality worked, especially to her own partner, the ever-curious Kudamon. She only told them that she needed an hour or so to relax and unwind after all the crap she’s been through lately.

The bath itself was quite large, much larger than any she had seen inside a house let alone a hotel room. She assumed that was to accommodate the wildly varying sizes of Digimon there are. It was big enough, she thought with a blushing smile, for Ingrid and Hana to comfortably fit and share a bath all together. Vanille wasn’t lesbian by any means, mind you, but she was a teenager; and teenagers—especially female ones—were naturally horny. Vanille didn’t have a particularly aggressive sex drive like most girls, but it was definitely there, and going without a “solo session” for a month really can drive a girl crazy.

Vanille’s right hand was groping her soft B-cup breasts, while her left was still on her sex. Her burning arousal has caused her clitoris to emerge and bloom to full size, and she teased it between her first and middle fingers, squeezing and rubbing it through its slight sheath. The intense sensation combined with the steamy heat of the bath made her lightheaded and pleasantly buzzed on her own raging hormones. She shut her eyes and let her memory drift back, recalling the first time she was able to get herself off since coming to the Digital World…

***

It had been about two months since she and her two classmates were swept away into the Digital World, and they had just found and rescued another human, a boy of their age named Carlos. He was tan of skin, muscular of form, and just as charming as could be. Vanille had had crushes on boys in the past, but this was something else. Much to her chagrin, as being a girl of science and not prone to cheesy clichés, she nonetheless fell in love instantly. While this sounds nice, it also had the unfortunate side effect of reminding her sexually-charged, teenage, female body just how long it had been since she had pleasured herself. As a result, as she was falling into love, she first hit a floor of burning, fiery, panty-soaking lust on the way down. She tried keeping her cool—literally—by being distant and nonchalant about the new male member of the party, even though all Vanille really wanted was a “party” with his “male member”.
It wasn’t until hours later when the party stopped their long trek through the woods to their destination of Cumulus City that she could deal with her treacherously horny body. That night when she thought everyone was asleep, she snuck away from the group and into the dark forest. Normally, Vanille would probably have been frightened being in a spooky dark Digital forest without a Digimon nearby to help her should she be attacked by something, but her base urges overpowered any sense of rationality. She moved far enough into the forest as to not be seen from the path they were following and used the light of the glowing screen of her Digivice to find a relatively clear area behind a tree. Finding the area suitable for her needs, she removed her shoes and socks, and with one more glance toward the party, yanked down her jeans and panties in one motion, exposing her femininity to the Digital night (not that any wandering Digimon could possibly recognize human anatomy for what it was). The night was pleasantly cool against her swollen sex, especially after being confined within tight clothing and being chafed from a day of walking. She folded her clothes and lay the bundle down next to the tree, and sat down on it to protect her bare butt from the forest floor. Then she got to work.

The first touch nearly made her squeal out loud. She clapped her right hand over her mouth as her left teased her needy labia. Vanille had turned off the Digivice’s screen for privacy and while she couldn’t see between her legs, she could feel the trickle of her natural lube leaking from between her legs and down between her butt cheeks. She shut her eyes and masturbated, squirming and thrusting her hips into her hand while muffling her moans. The Digimon Tamer girl was in heaven! She lamented not having done this sooner, but there really wasn’t ever a chance, having been dropped into this world without her consent and into the terrible war with the Dramon Empire of the continent of Server to the north. She was grateful, however, that she had gotten herself off two nights before that fateful encounter at the mysterious temple where she and her classmates had first met their Digimon partners. Now that had been a spicy session…

***

Vanille had been accepted into the prestigious Italian Academy with a full academic scholarship, and as such she had had her own private dorm room. She was about halfway through her second term there and she was in academic heaven, learning only the subjects she held dear: computer science, programming, software design, advanced coding languages, and others of that type. The quality of instruction there was an entirely new level from her classes in her French secondary school, and she was absorbing it all greedily. Then one Thursday, the last day of classes for her week until Monday, she awoke to find that her period had ended overnight, and she knew from years of experience that Post-Menstrual Arousal was real, and had the tendency to hit her hard like a Mexican boyfriend. Sure enough, when her last class of the week (Advanced Algorithmic AI Theory II) got out at 4:50 that evening, Vanille was feeling rather moist in the panties. She retreated across the schoolyard to her dorm room, deposited her book bag next to her bed, stripped off all her clothes (the perks of living alone!), and padded naked to the shower. She bathed quickly, but spent a little extra time “pre-gaming” with the high pressure showerhead, and stepped out, looking cleaned up, her light skin glistening with water, and smelling of sweet tropical berries. She dried herself off with a towel, again spending a little extra time “down there”, before leaving the bathroom, not bothering to put on clothes due to her upcoming evening plans. She heated up her dinner in the microwave in her room and ate a typical college student meal of instant noodles and cola. After she had eaten, she was ready for some playtime.

Vanille grabbed a bath towel from the bathroom and draped it over the chair in front of her desk, then sat her naked body down on it. She positioned her laptop on the desk and switched it on. As it booted up she thought about how she wanted to get herself off tonight, and decided she was feeling nostalgic. She opened an incognito tab in her web browser and navigated to a website that specialized in pornographic artwork of licensed characters from cartoons. video games, and other media, and in the search box typed in “Zaq Hacks!”, a cartoon she used to watch when she was a young child. Immediately, the results popped up and showed the main characters of the cartoon in sexual positions: some posed naked; others performing sexual acts on each other; one of the heroine taking it from behind by the hero. Vanille moaned openly, not needing to silence the sounds of her pleasure by virtue of being alone, as the porn had its desired effect on the teenager’s horny brain. She spread her legs apart to give her left hand access to her aroused sex, which she rubbed in slow, deep circles, making her vaginal muscles squeeze pleasurably. She navigated the porn site with her right hand, scrolling down and clicking to embiggen the pictures she liked the most, while her left worked on her vulva with long-practiced skill. She giggled suddenly, her memory coming alive with a flash from the past that reminded her of all the time she spent watching this cartoon as a child, and how it was the main character, a twelve-year-old master computer hacker named Zaq, that had inspired her to learn about computers and programming. And this character also inspired her about other things, and she closed her eyes and relived a memory from that magical summer day when Vanille Champenois had first discovered her sexuality…

***

Ten-year-old Vanille was bored. And hot. It was high summer in France and the little girl had foregone clothes hours ago in her stuffy, air-conditioning-less condo, and instead lay flopped on the sofa wearing only her favorite pair of Zaq Hacks! branded panties. She was too overheated to be excited about learning computer skills from her father who worked as a programmer for a major IT security firm, and not even her favorite cartoon that was playing on the TV—the characters of which presently adorned her underwear—could distract the girl from her plight. She rolled off the sofa and padded barefoot across the wooden flooring to her own bedroom, which felt marginally, blessedly cooler.
Little Vanille’s mère and père didn’t allow her to go around the house fully in the nude (for some reason!), but that rule didn’t apply to her own bedroom! She shut her door and peeled off her sweat-sticky cartoon panties and tossed them into the clothes hamper. The girl felt a bit better getting her vee out from the confining cotton cloth into the (relatively) cooler open air of her bedroom. Upon the wall directly across from here was a full length mirror, and she took a moment to look at herself: light skin, and straight, shoulder-length blonde hair; light blue eyes behind a pair of oval eyeglasses; gold stud earrings in the lobes of both ears; tiny, pink tips of her undeveloped breasts; the lithe, skinny body of childhood; small, slender arms and legs; cute little hands and feet with nails painted girly pink; and barely peeking from between her legs, the thin slit of her vee.
The girl had seen her own sex of course, how could she not? But for some reason the little girl couldn’t figure out why it looked different now and why it drew her attention then. She recalled what she had heard in Health class recently, about girls and boys her age growing and developing certain parts of their bodies. That was it! Her vee was definitely bigger than usual—thicker too. Vanille brought a hand down to her crotch and touched herself, rubbing her fingertips across her blushing vulva. She gasped at her own touch that was sending sensations shot through her small frame in ways she never knew and couldn’t even now understand. The feeling was both pleasurable and satisfying in a way she could only equate to scratching a bug bite. As she kept at herself, chasing that pleasurable itch, the feeling raging through her body peaked, causing her knees to buckle beneath her, and the since-dormant muscles somewhere deep within her came alive and contracted in a most peculiar yet delightful way. Vanille, now collapsed onto her carpeted floor, found this position much more amenable for her current desires. She turned herself to face the mirror, lady-parts first, and spread her legs apart. The jeune fille now had the best view of herself than she had ever had before. She reached her right arm down to take hold of her right leg and pull it upwards, her right knee nearly pressed against her face. This caused Vanille’s pink flower to bloom, revealing the girl’s minor petals; her urethra; and below that, all the way at the lowest point of her slit, her virginal vaginal opening.
She gazed in wonder at her newly discovered special place and used her left hand to investigate. With the soft touches of her fingertips against her sex, her inner muscles began to tremble again. Vanille shivered with the sensation. Chasing that feeling, little Vanille continued to touch herself, learning what felt good to touch and discovering that she enjoyed her new game quite much. She moaned softly, relishing the new, powerful feelings, and lay back against the frame of her bed. Her breaths became quicker and her entire body felt hot. Subconsciously, Vanille turned her head to the wall, upon a large Zaq Hacks! poster. The title character was posed facing forward, arms akimbo, and looking ready to thwart the plans of the evil Dr. Syntax, and ever beside him was the heroine, Monique, her arm wrapped around the boy’s shoulders in support. Vanille’s eyes moved up and down Zaq’s animated body, taking in details like she never had before. His voice played through her head in memories of the great times she shared with her favorite character on screen. Her eyes moved to Monique again, except they focused on the slight bulge of her shirt; a marker of womanhood that would someday be given to Vanille.
More flashes of memory from Health class came to her then: boys and girls; growing up; filling out; private parts; and puberty. With these vague concepts in her mind, she looked again at Zaq, only now he looked different, more in focus somehow, sharper and more defined as if she hadn’t been wearing her glasses until just now. She took in his clothes: a boy’s clothes; his face: a boy’s face; his body: a boy’s body. She shivered as if these unusual thoughts tickled her brain in the same way her fingers were tickling her vee. Boys and girls; girls and boys. Two sides of the same coin, yet so vastly different. What did it mean to be a girl? What did it mean to be a boy? She was a girl, like Monique, so could she have a friend like Zaq? Be more than friends with a boy like Zaq? What did that even mean? Friends with a boy?
A boy friend? 
Boy-friend?
Boyfriend…

	With an audible gasp, Vanille suddenly pitched forward, nearly bent double. Her right leg fell flat to the floor as she now pressed both hands between her legs, her muscles quivering underneath them. She panted and whimpered softly as her body seemed to move on its own; her hips moving and pressing against her splayed hands. After some time, the rush of electric pleasure subsided and she flopped back against the bed frame, breathing shakily with her vision blurry with tears and body trembling with newfound …

***

	“Zaq! Zaq! Oh Zaq!” Eighteen-year-old Vanille cried out loud. Her mind connected to her memories: her first crush, her first blush; the images of her once fantasy-lover shown posed in various sexual situations lay before her on the computer screen. Her body felt again what she once felt that very first time, and the many times in between. With her left hand, she played herself like a fiddle, each press of a finger sent the strings of her body aquiver in a dizzying symphony of harmonic pleasure. Long, sensual strokes; short, sharp plucks. Teen Vanille felt connected to her younger self through an umbilical of memory and time. A time of innocence and a time of leisure. And what I would show that younger self now, if I could, came an intrusive, but curious, thought…

***

Vanille muffled her cries with her right hand to prevent alerting her sleeping friends behind her. Her body squirmed and twitched and she doused the digital grass that grew around this digital tree that now served as her support. The Tamer girl slowly wound down from her passion, as her gasps turned to shaky breaths, then to the long, deep breaths of contentment. 
 In this post-orgasmic glow, Vanille tended to get more thoughtful, more profound. With her memories playing back the previous events from her last release, and those memories recalling her preteen self, something inside her brain clicked. She sat bolt upright from her reclined position against the roots of the tree, and she realized then why their new party member Carlos affected her so. Carlos was the spitting image of Zaq from the old cartoon, albeit more grown and filled out than the twelve-year-old computer whiz. Carlos was a lot more tuned to the earth and nature than circuits and motherboards, but the resemblance was uncanny. Eerie even, that someone with a figure out of her past would show up one day captured by a bunch of Agumon and Greymon. In a world where everything is data, can anything be trusted to be real? She shook her head free of the thoughts, of course he was real! She arose upon shaky knees and quickly redressed. If she was quiet, she could make it back to her bedroll without anyone noticing she was gone…

***

The water in the deep bathtub threatened to spill out over the hotel bathroom floor. All of Vanille’s motions were causing the bathwater to roil and writhe like the Atlantic in a tempest. Her face was flushed with the heat of both the water and her own passion. She laughed out loud then, the thought of her Carlos being anything but real flesh and blood amused her now. He may look like her old favorite cartoon character, but after spending all this time with him confirmed that he wasn’t some construct, some weird Dramon Empire psychological weapon to somehow compromise the chosen heroines of the Digital World.
The girl imagined Carlos with her now: Laying atop her in the bath, pinning her against the side of the tub with his firm, taut muscles; her arms wrapped around him, running her hands over the boy’s sun-kissed skin; each deep thrust into her sending waves of water to the floor and waves of pleasure to her core. Her fingers in reality kept up with her fantasy and it wasn’t long before she couldn’t contain herself anymore. For a split-second she felt transported once again into her ten-year-old self, that slight twinge of fear she felt that very first time she unknowingly crossed the point of no return. An alarming sensation like something impossibly huge was rushing toward her, set to collide and consume her totally. The fear that came from the inevitability of it. But the moment passed and it felt like only a nanosecond, and the fear is the one consumed instead. Consumed by the brightest joy. Consumed by the breathtaking relief. Consumed by the ecstasy of being alive. Consumed by—

“VANILLE! Are you okay!? I’m sensing something weird with you!”
The Tamer gasped and nearly slipped under the water as she was jolted back to reality by the voice of her Partner, Kudamon. Unfortunately, all she had the effort to do was moan softly as her orgasm continued to thunder through her. 
“Go…away…” She managed to gasp out, but the little ferret-like creature was adamant.
“You sound HURT! Are we under attack by ANGEMON again!? I’m coming in!” With a flash of magic the door unlocked and opened, and the Digimon leaped in and quickly scanned the room looking for the danger.
Vanille had tried to stand up, but on wobbly legs, could only get so far as to straddle the edge of the bathtub when her partner bursted through.
“Vanille!” they cried, and floated up to inspect their Tamer. “Why did you sound hurt? Why are you so hot? Why are you breathing so hard? Did Angemon run away?” The Digimon’s questions came quickly and more panicked with each one.
“Kudamon, please! I’m fine, everything is fine, Angemon wasn’t attacking me!” Her words came out in a breathy rush, the girl still catching her breath. She had to force herself to ignore the reaction to cover herself in front of Kudamon. Logically, she knew that Digimon didn’t have sexes and they wouldn’t know anything about human culture, but the self-preservation instinct was still there, nonetheless.
“He wasn’t? Then why are you panting and hot and red in the face?”
Vanille groaned. “Mon Dieu Kudamon, I was masturbating! It’s what a girl does when she wants to feel really good!” The Tamer covers her face with her hands, shaking her head as she feels red heat rising to her cheeks. 
“She touches herself between her legs, right here.” Vanille points to her vulva, which was still flushed and swollen and dripping with bath water and girlcum. “And if she touches herself well enough,” the girl continued, “she gives herself an orgasm, which is like the greatest feeling in the entire world! And it doesn’t help when certain Digimon feel the need to burst into her privacy!
	Kudamon blinked. “I don’t understand…You Humons are so different from regular Digimon, I—” The digital ferret hesitated. “Vanille, you, uh, well…I’ve never seen you without the cloth things you wear…” It was then that Vanille realized this too, as her Partner’s eyes roved up and down her naked body.
	With the girl’s orgasm subsiding, she took a deep breath and stood up, controlling her legs to support her lithe, feminine frame. “Yes, Kudamon, this is what human women look like,” she started, opening up her body to show her digital Partner. Her vulva was still puffy and moist while her slight breasts were a size larger from post-orgasmic sensation.
	“Wow…” Kudamon breathed. “I like this look! You should go out like this more often!”
	Vanille was nearly bowled to the tile floor. 
“Kudamon! No!” Vanille took a deep breath to steady herself. They’re a digimon, they don't know the ways of humans, the Tamer girl thought. “Kudamon,” she started again. “It’s impolite for humans to go without clothing…Forbidden even. Our other friends, Hana and Ingrid, wouldn’t appreciate me being naked all the time, okay? I don’t mean to be rude, but that’s not a thing humans do, okay?”
The Digimon cocked their head to the side, but relented. “Well…alright, if you say so.” They floated back down the tile flooring. “But,” they turned back to their Tamer, “I really do think you look beautiful the way you are right now.” Then they turned away and floated back out the bathroom door.
	Vanille watched them leave, yet what they said tugged at her heart. Her partner thought she was beautiful! This newfound connection to her partner made the troubles of this war-torn world just a little lighter, just a little more manageable. And maybe it was the post-orgasmic glow telling her this, but maybe things would work alright for the Digidestined after all.

Bring it on, Examon! Your power is no match against the love and friendship shared between humans and their Partners! Digidestined forever!!