Disclaimer; Uh, I really don’t think I need a disclaimer for this story, but hey, I’ll say it anyway. The Gomamon charactor is from the show Digimon: Digital Monsters, which I do not own. The Golamon is mine, even though the consept for her did come from the show. I didn’t make up the consept of muses, infact there very real (dang the luck).

Authors Note; Beware the muses!!!!! Okay, enough of that. On with the story.

Dedication; This is dedicated, as always, to my wonderfull spirit sis Hotaru Remieno and my two crazy muses; Gomamon and Golamon.

"Are you two ever going to let me get this finished?"

Two small, mainly white digimon exchainged glances. "No!" they said in unisun. One, the one with the purple spots, stepped forward a bit.

"Not untill we get to go swimming."

A very exasperated looking author turned away from her computer. "Now you guys know we don’t have a pool."

The other digimon, almost identical to the first except for the differences in coloration and the fact that this one was a girl, jumped into her lap. "Oh pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease! Come on Pix, we wana go swimming!"

The author lifted her newest muse and gave her a calculating glance. The memories of the first time she met her strange little friends flooded through her mind.

~flashback~

Pix typed furiously on her keybord, the beginings of a new kind of story appearing on her computer screan. "Huh," she said to herself, "I’ve never done any Digimon fan fics befour. Hum . . I wonder if I should even do this. I mean, well, Pren and Raz aren’t here, so I know that my muses aren’t putting any word in."

"Who says?"

Startled by the unfarmilliar voice, she spins around to see a little, mostly white digimon with purple spots and redish hair staring at her with it’s wide, green eyes.

"Gomamon?"

"Yup, thought you might want some help."

"Wait, you mean, you’re a . . . muse? But . . . but I already have muses."

The air seemed to shimmer for a moment and two blue eyed wolves appeared. One, the one with the brownish gray fur, was slightly larger than the other. "That’s okay Pix," he said in a kind sounding voice, "it’s not really our department."

"What do you mean not your department Pren?"

The other one stalked forward, the light shining off her silver fur and flashing in her sharp blue eyes. There was no reason to be scared though. Raz, despite her ruff exterior and biker chick atitude, could actually be quite loving . . . when she wanted to be that is. "Pix, honney, you know we care about you, but Pren’s right. The two of us are PR muses."

"Then why do you help me out with ideas for Stargate SG-1 and Star Trek: Next Generation fan fics?"

"Well . . . okay, so we’re not exclusivly PR, but Digimon: Digital Monsters really is out of our juristiction."

"Juristiction?! I didn’t know muses had juristiction. And, by the rules, isn’t an author is supose to only have one or two muse."

"Who said?"

"Well . . . okay so it’s an unsead rule, but I’ve already got the two of you. Can I really have three?"

Pren gently nudged her leg. "Why not? If we do different things, I don’t see why you can’t."

"But, if I do become a Digimon author, I’ll have to get a new call name."

"Why, what’s wrong with the old one?"

Gomamon flopped onto the wolf muse’s back. "Easy, it just doesn’t work for Digimon stuff."

"Hey, I’ll have you know I gave her that name!"

"Wow, ease off! I’m not saying it’s a bad name, well for sci-fi that is. It just doesn’t work for Digimon stuff, that’s all. Hey, Pix, why don’t you just use your Digimon call name?"

"Because, that’s Gomamon. And, well . . . well it’s your name."

"That’s okay, you can use it if ya like. I’ll keep calling you Pix and you can sign your fan fics as Gomamon."

"Well . . . okay then. It’s a deal."

Pren grinned at her and slid the little Digimon off his back. "Great. Don’t worry hun, we’ll be on standby if you ever need us. Come on Raz, we finely get to go on vacation."

"Okay, comming Pren. Oh ya, and Pix . . . good luck."

The two lupine muses dissapeared as quickly as they had appeared. And then, it hit her.

"Wait a minuet! Another muse? What was I thinking?!"

Gomamon made a flying leap into her arms. "Well, it’s too late now, you’re stuck with me!"

~end flashback~

About a month after that Golamon had joined the team, making a threesom. That had been a real turning point in the double named author’s fan fic carear; she was actually able to wright a full fan fic chapter without Gomamon whining at her. She had to admit, the digimon duo was actually very good at giving her story ideas. And why shouldn’t they be, that’s what muses do best. Well, that and annoy their authors, and the two of them did a good job of that too.

"Come on Pixie, let us swiiiiiiiiiiiiim!"

Yup, living with muses was the easiest way to lose your mind. "Alright, I guess, but only in the bath tub."

"Yes!"

"I just knew you’d say yes, that’s why I started the water 45 minuets ago." Gomamon said, running off to the bathroom with Golamon just behind him.

"YOU WHAT?!?"