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Shoved against the slick tiles, the flamedramon grunted as his lungs were winded. Hot steam swilled around the showers like a broiling fog, sinking and swimming like a tempest until a haze of dulled grey had swelled and choked the air. Panting brought wet breath into his lungs, the slender male feeling already too wet as thrashing showers spluttered about them, hissing through exposed, glistening pipes.

Before him loomed the cheetah, Rico, the star captain of the track team, and though the male was no different in size to himself, he poised his height over the digimon with a snickering sneer on his muzzle. Flamey, a young teen just past the precipice of being a fully-fledged adult, watched him with growing apprehension and a slither of curiosity. Water drenched them both, soaked in the cheetah's spotted fur and matting down his pelt until it had begun to darken and clump, whilst the flamedramon's hide became slick and damp with moisture. His blue scales, darkened upon the main portions of his body until lighter hues emerged on his chest and stomach, were tickled as fur met hide, their two athletic builds getting closer and closer together...

"I saw you looking," he chittered as he closed the gap between them in one elegant step. Flamey could do nothing as some feeling, ricocheting between embarrassment, arousal, shock, and then back to shame, coursed through his body. He felt himself go rigid, unable to respond either verbally or physically to the situation unfolding as the cheetah pressed his sleek, nubile frame up against the flamedramon's. Paws reached out and cupped at Flamey's wrists, tracing together his hips, his calves, his body, until the feline had pinned the trapped boy's wrists atop his head in a locked grasp. Inches were left between them, barely enough air for them both as the smothering heat sunk into his skin. "Don't bother playing games, I can give you what you want, but I'll want something in return..."

Water flourished around them in a hot spray, trickles and beads of it slithering between them, running rivulets across Flamey's skin as his breathing quickened. Neither of them were what anyone could have considered brawny. They both had naturally lithe frames, slender albeit toned, and though Rico stood at possible a foot taller than the flamedramon, Flamey knew he could have pushed him away should he have truly desired it. But he couldn't. He felt himself frozen in place, acutely aware of the tiles beneath his footpaws, the cold wall pressed to his back, the cascade of tepid water flashing in the air, and above all else the swathing heat of the cheetah's body sidling so close to his own. He could feel the thundering pulse of his heartbeat thumping at his chest as Rico leaned in closer still, until his muzzle was whispering against his cheek,

"You want to make track, you gotta impress the captain." Flamey bit his lip, quashed a whimper in his throat, and shuddered as he felt the cheetah's other paw smooth across his sleek chest, fingers dancing against the digimon's nipples and making him squirm, until it disappeared further down his navel and right to his crotch. Digits laced themselves around his throbbing manhood, humility burnt on Flamey's cheeks as Rico called the shots, slowly stroking the shivering male underneath his grasp, "Every little glance at me, I saw it all... And the way you would bend over just for me, the way you'd flaunt yourself, don't think I didn't notice. So here's the deal: you'll get that scholarship, and I'm going to unload in you every chance I get." A tongue darted out and pressed itself against Flamey's face, licking his jawline, demanding he know exactly who was in charge if it were still unclear, "You taste so sweet when you submit... So, I take it we got a deal?"

The grip around his cock became steeled, almost cruel, and Flamey writhed under his hold and nodded frantically, pleading.

"Good boy."

He let go of the digimon's cock, but he refused to yield any space, commanding each and every second that lingered between them. Would someone see them? Anyone could just walk in and find them together in the shower, it would be impossible to hide what they were doing, and yet he didn't attempt to fight the cheetah as paws manipulated his shoulders, turning him around and finally pressing him hard up against the wall. Now his face dug against the slippery tiles, lukewarm and damp, and his body shuddered. His erection was trapped between him and the wall, slipping and sliding as Rico behind him squeezed the globes of his rump, kneading the pliant flesh lovingly, leeringly.

Flamey had expected Rico to just get on with the deed, but frank surprise overcame him as rather than a barbed cock probe at his hole he was greeted with the writhing, rough tongue of the feline. He gasped, pressed against the wall, as his hole was stretched and opened by Rico's mouth, his tongue wasting no time in digging deeper and deeper until his rim yielded to his invading presence. His muzzle buried between his cheeks, paws and fingers digging against his buttocks and pulling them as far apart as they could, all the while Rico's surge forwards pinned Flamey harder against the wall. His hips were flush against the wet tiles and his cock trapped against his abdomen whilst the feline ate his ass, hungrily and greedily smacking his lips as if he were making every effort to demonstrate the lewdness to Flamey and remind him just where exactly he planned to drag this newfound partnership. That feline tongue wormed its way inside him and ate with gusto, hot panting breaths escaping from Rico's muzzle as he chowed down into the digimon's pert buttocks. His paws, claws pricking the skin, dug and groped his rump and pulled them as far as he could whilst he pursed his lips tight against Flamey's rim.

By the time it seemed the cheetah had had his fill, Flamey felt far wetter down there than the shower which streamed around him, and he shivered in palpable anticipation as the cheetah shifted behind him, lifting himself back to his footpaws. Their bodies were so close under the stream, the feline's fur brushing against his back, knowing in the back of his mind that their hips were about to meet, Flamey bristled feverishly, not quite scared, not quite excited, but something intensely throbbing deep in his gut that willed him on. Rico's paw slid up his chest, his nape, around his neck until a palm was softly placed over his mouth to stifle any noise, whilst the limber male eased his body into Flamey's, hardened cock slipping between the digimon's buttocks until the barbed head sunk against his loosened rim. He murmured, breathing into the feline's paw who quietly shushed into his ear, as his manhood impaled Flamey's hole, inch after inch being guided forwards in an unrelenting thrust that was both slow and agonising. Stretched around the feline's shaft, barbs pricking against his rim and then sliding along his innards, Flamey was flat against the wall as he was invaded, impaled, immersed in the cheetah's rolling hips and pulsing cock. He had no real idea how large Rico was, but from sensation alone his body screamed that it was too much, yet he continued to yield, legs spread, hole opening up to greedily feast on the meat being fed to it.

When the cat's balls rested against Flamey's own, only then would that be the last of it. He could feel him inside, probing deep, occupying his guts with a rod of iron, hot and fleshy, and he squirmed under the feline's hold. Pants huffed at Rico's paw, as he slowly began to work his hips, drawing just a little back before falling flush with Flamey's cheeks once more, perhaps taking just an inch back and forth with languid, rhythmic strokes. His cries were soft, spurned from confused pleasure as he did his best to adjust, and they were muffled between Rico's fingers as he loosened his grip on the digimon's muzzle. Deeper breaths could be taken, and they were heavy, as the feline tweaked his tempo and increased the length he took. One inch became two, and the difference made Flamey's legs weak as he remained pinned to the wall, buckling under Rico's humping.

Fingers pressed against his lips, prising a slither of a gap between them until Flamey found himself suckling on Rico's index and middle digits. They flattened against his tongue and kept him occupied as the cheetah pumped faster, working his cock in and out of the digimon's bubbled ass. All around them the sound of wet flesh slapping against each other clapped loudly, bouncing against the porcelain tiles and leaving little to the imagination as to what was happening in the showers. Steam billowed between them, enshrouding the carnal act as Rico ground himself hard against the pinned male, teeth nipping along Flamey's neck, sucking at the sweating, slippery skin until he was leaving a smarting trail of future hickeys all down his nape. He was fucking Flamey balls deep, not resting for a moment as he fucked his rear, every gyration of his hips pushing and pulling inside his guts. Barbs tugged and pricked against the soft walls until he felt as if not an inch had been left unscathed. His abdomen churned with warmth; tight, tender heat swam through his gut as Rico railed his ass, his other paw not already occupying the digimon's mouth drew at his waist, bringing them closer than ever. True to species form he wielded his stamina and speed mercilessly, growling and chuffing as Flamey's body sucked around him from both ends, lips pursed over his fingers, his ass wrapped around his cock.

"Gonna cum in you," Rico hissed against Flamey's ear, his breath hot on the digimon's neck as he seemed impossibly only to speed up, his thrusts becoming more eager and less reserved up until then. Flamey could do nothing but moan in pitiful wanton against the cheetah's fingers, pushing himself back to the feline as much as he could, longing to feel every inch of the male's cock pound his ass. His pants were sharp in his ear, adding to the already cacophonous echo of their bodies colliding in the empty space, occasionally adding in a snarl as Flamey lost himself to the hot streams of the shower and the broiling sensation still squirming in his guts. It grew, intensified even, as Rico went all out on his ass, waist now abandoned as claws dug against his hipbone, forcefully pushing and pulling his ass into his thrusts. Rico established full control, relinquished his spot in Flamey's mouth and clasped upon the digimon's hips fully so he could fuck for all that he could. With his voice free, all he could manage was struggled, euphoric cries and winces as inches of meat drove into his ass, barbs raking his guts, steaming ahead to a sweet, climatic release.

"Fuckin' take it!" The cheetah grunted to perhaps no-one in particular but himself, Flamey heard him nonetheless, and braced as the feline slammed hard against his ass, a heavy, satisfied sigh erupting from his chest as the cat came. Hot spurts of cum slathered his insides, shot with force that it panged in his guts, his abdomen feeling a silky warmth swell deep within. He pressed his weight against the digimon, buried right to the hilt in Flamey as he came, huffing as he emptied his load inside the male's ass. But he wasn't content with just his own orgasm, and one sly paw slipped to Flamey's front, grasping at his straining, throbbing cock. All it took was a few encouraging strokes before Flamey felt his legs turn to jelly, a weakness overcoming him as his climax took control. He gasped breathlessly, head plastered to the wet tiles, as his load sputtered between his legs, the streams of his cum caught in the downpour and sent swirling into the shower's drain. Though his mess was washed away, he felt no more cleaner inside, slick with another man's fluids, unable to escape the feeling of Rico sliding about inside his wet innards.

Rico sighed, almost too happily, and casually pulled his spent cock from Flamey's well-bred ass, slapping his softening length against the digimon's buttocks,

"Nice work, dude," he smiled, just a hint of a sly, devious smirk on his lips, "I'll see you next week for practice." Flamey leant against the wall, suddenly exhausted and uncomfortably aware of his surroundings as the fog of afterglow sex began to dissipate. He felt hot seed seeping down his inner leg, the cheetah's load leaking from his stretched hole. From the shower's threshold Rico lingered for just a moment, still plastered with the same gleeful, lusty grin, meeting the digimon's eyes without a hint of remorse, "Welcome to the team, bud."