*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*

Bastemon is the perfect digimon as far as I'm concerned.

A belly-dancing, hypnotic vampire catgirl. I couldn't make it up even if I wanted to. I've written about her before, commissioned illustrations and thus I couldn't resist getting one more with a certain pose/homage to another catgirl.

Gangstargab  ganstargab has been a wonderful artist to work with each and every time I commissioned them. They can adapt to specific details, know what to highlight (in my case the midriff ;P) and are just especially pleasant to converse with. If you do wanna get a commission from them, they have a bunch of sheets for their prices right here: https://www.deviantart.com/ganstarg.....ommission-info

And if you do like my work, do check out my Patreon https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder

Now what is she doing? Read on and find out!

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DIGITAL DREAMS

Your sleep has been rather terrible lately.


You know you're getting the necessary hours to rest, to recuperate and yet you ever wake up tired. Melatonin, relaxation, herbal tea, meditation, exercising, all that you try don't even seem to work as even though you try to go forth and get the slumber you require, there's ever something. Medical experts don't really get it, neither does your friends and family and thus you try new methods, both out-there and semi-logical yet nothing does the trick. You do close your eyes, you drift off with breathing techniques and methods to take hold of unnecessary thoughts...and then you wake up the next morning with your tongue being tingly, your back killing you and with a general sense of fatigue, as if you had run ten marathons before bed.


This night would be different, however, as you purchased some machine to clean up the air, the remove excess humidity as it's been known to wreck havoc with some muscles and nerves...or so they claim. You're not entirely convinced and yet at this point you'll try anything. You turn it on, the faint whirring barely audible as you close your eyes, regulate your breathing and then manage to doze off in record time. Falling asleep, after all, was never the problem, the actual quandary being that you probably move around a lot or something like that. You try not to concentrate too much on the dilemma, a master of your own psyche as eventually you snore lightly, the land of dreams greeting you properly and gently.


Yet all of this is but a prelude to a scenario that you're a part of, of a much more sinister and yet lovely kind of event. The human brain, akin to the most sophisticated of computers, speaks in code and programming, in instructions of impulses and neurons. Yours has been instructed, played with unbeknownst to you as despite yourself you had been watching some videos with subliminal messages, icons and themes within. Despite you forsaking screens prior to bedtime, the pulsations of light did tamper with a great many things as your own personal computer boots up silently, the screen turning on as well as the speakers. It has been linked to something, or rather someone, who has many needs and cravings as a voice resonate through your private chamber, barely above a whisper.


“Come to the keyboard and the screen, my servant.”


The voice is feminine, soft and yet playful. There is a slight teasing and mischievous edge to it as your mind is asleep...and yet your body is awake. Like a puppet pulled by unseen strings, your legs are heavy and your arms dangling and yet still you move. Your eyes are half-closed, your consciousness barely there and yet as you sit down before your own PC, your hands reaches for the keyboard and mouse despite yourself.


“Open the secret folder and activate the digivice.”


Finger memory, hidden files and even a mysterious accessory are all laying about within your belongings, both physical and digital. A small and compact contraption with buttons is within the palm of your hand as you click both on the file and on the buttons upon it as you are sucked through the screen, turned into data and binary numbers. Vanishing in the briefest flash of light, you are transported to another realm, another world altogether as you are reshaped and brought to a large hallway inside a most opulent palace. Exotic feline sculptures can be seen, among gems and golden adornments, yet as you get up lazily you push past a door and are greeted by a most incredible sight.


“Very good. Come to me, my slave.”


A feline woman of no-uncertain beauty is sitting on a throne, wearing leopard pantaloons, her clawed hands and feet bejeweled as she seems more befitting of a Middle Eastern fantasy coupled with anthropomorphic qualities. Two tails, a facial veil, cat ears, long red hair and a humanoid shape complete with incredible curves, she is a most stunning kind of beauty as the moment you see her she captures any light amount of thoughts you could ever possess. Her voice and sheer presence are overwhelming, claiming all that you are as she lifts a single claw and beckon for you to get closer. You move past other people like you, not even noticing that you are not the only human in this palace as some play instruments, some fan her with giants leaves while others seems more than ready to tend to any needs she might have.


“It has been a little while, enough for you to have recuperated. It is time for your tribute.”


She gets up from her seat, her beauty all the more evident as just the sight of her goes on to render you weak in the knees. Her cleavage on display, her allure, her midriff and how it seems that her skin is making the gold on her seem beautiful as opposed to the other way around. Her hips are wide, her curves most incredible as you fall on your knees, drooling as this dream seems to get better and better with each passing moment. She towers over you and chuckle as your complete elation amuses her greatly.


“Ah yes, do forgive me. I always forget how some are more vulnerable to my charms than others. I recall that you've been almost here since the start of my ascension to this throne.”


She lower her legs in a somewhat sitting position, showing just how she can look beautiful no matter the pose. Even in that stance does she seem overwhelming, making you feel small as the shape of her pulsate while she smiles beneath her veil. She sways her hips just a little, prompting for your brain to send waves after waves of euphoria. Dressed like she is, it seems natural for her to move like that, to be so flexible and sensual even with but the smallest of gestures as that display alone empties your mind and mesmerize you.


“Yes, I can see it now. Those from the first wave who saw the videos initially are much, much easier to hypnotize than others. You can't take your eyes off of me, can you?”


The symbol on her midsection, that most pristine navel, the lightly-tanned tone of her flesh does enthrall you as even though this entire thing is surreal, completely out-there, you can't even begin to question it. She's too perfect for this as her name comes back to you. Bastemon, the queen of cats, the feline beauty, or as your own brain dictates that you call her, mistress. The fact that she openly admits that you're hypnotized, that you're her slave, doesn't even diminish the appeal of the scene; it actually enhances it. You're just trapped in her spell, in her power as she grins and shows a small fang just upon her sublime bottom lip.


“You must have done it all. Fanning me, massaging my paws, cleaning my claws, playing for me, worshiping me with poetry and praise, braiding my hair...Yes, I can see in the way you look and how your eyes empties themselves of intellect and reason that you are mine and have been so for a long time.”


She does a single belly roll and then shakes her hips a little and this nearly makes your mind go white. A killing blow for reason, logic and the sense of self. Even in your awkward, limp and sleepy disposition do you muster the energy to concentrate upon mistress Bastemon as her every gestures, syllables and square-inches of her form render you helpless and swooning. You are weightless, barely there as she occupies space both in your head and in your sight. You are calibrated to her, attuned to her wavelength as she moves her waist slightly forward.


“Go on, kiss and worship it. A gift from your goddess.”


You know by instinct what she's offering you as your body crawl to her, your face burying itself on her midriff as her belly flesh is smooth, luscious and overwhelming. Even the tip of your nose and your cheek seem to want to graft themselves upon her skin, just as your soul does. She is divine, delightful and even delicious as the taste of her abdomen overpowers your taste buds. Soon, your lips and your tongue are pulled toward it, magnetically so to speak, unable to even be removed from it for over a second as a small tingle is spread through your face as you indulge yourself with her permission.


“Very good. Tribute part of yourself to me. The energy of those like you, so enamored, enslaved and weak-willed, is the most incredible form of nourishment~”


She sounds pleased, though her words are barely heard. Caught in a trance, her belly and navel are downright claiming everything that you are partially as her vampiric tendencies go on to make you feel weak. Yet the ecstasy of giving her what she wants while she offers you absolute elation and joy is too much to let go of. A state of complacency and mindlessness goes through everything that you are, from the tip of your tongue to your subconscious. She owns the moment and yourself as soon you start to lick and then to kiss her navel as some form of light suction, unseen and unheard, pumps through your own essence. A light sparkle upon her flesh, a sense of growing happiness into your empty brain and your mistress purrs.


“Oh yes, I can never get enough of this. You humans taste so much better than the other digimons~”


Her voice is tinted with a certain pleasure, both platonic and even a bit on the sensual side as she pushes her belly upon your face some more. It feels like you're merging with it, a picturesque kind of dream that is more than a little incredible to your addled and hypnotized brain. Soon, your muscles contract ever so slightly as it is your vitality that she does absorb, yet as it starts to become overbearing, she gently pushes you with her large paw. Your lips smacks away and your tongue darts out as disappointment settles in, yet still does seeing her smile make you feel proud.


“Almost went over this time, but never you mind. Your mistress would never go as far as to permanently harm you. I prefer to have a stable source of nourishment rather than one big meal.”


You feel woozy, tired, literally drained as eventually she goes on to lift one finger, a gesture that you recognize...or at least your body does. You lift the digivice, going through options as she purrs, sitting back down comfortably on her throne as she looks at you with triumph and satisfaction.


“Go back to your own home, slave. Sleep it off and I'll see you soon with some light work and worship on my behalf.”


You press the button and you hear the faintest sound as you go on to vanish into data. The snapping of fingers, or rather claws in this instance, as your own mind begins to race back again to a growing state of awareness. Yet time stretches, perceptions are altered, memories hidden and before you know it the morning comes as the sounds of bird chirping wake you up. Dim sunlight through the windows, passing through half-closed curtains greet you as you grumble, get up from your bed and it hits you like a ton of brick. Sore, not rested in the slightest as you look at your alarm clock. You slept for 9 hours, which is most excellent and ought be restorative...and yet here you are. The machine you bought didn't quite work, it seems, as you figure you'll have to try something new here.


You will never realize how you're part of a harem and reserve for a feline digimon, an energy vampire and belly dancer of great power that has hypnotized and claimed many like you around the world. With time zones being her ally, she can get a snack whenever she needs or crave one as there will ever be a human with a digivice, or at least attuned to such technology, that will come to her call or that will conveniently fall asleep somewhere in that other world that exists aside from the digiworld. Narcolepsy, stress, depression, anxiety, many think of their current predicament originating from such, yet none can ever come close to the actual truth of being enslaved to a most beautiful and self-indulgent digimon.


That they're thralls to the most sumptuous and hypnotic digimon that is Bastemon.