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A loud, resounding thud echoed on the battlefield as the Flamedramon collided with and rolled along the ground, having taken a strong hit from his opponent. He came to a stop, grimacing from the impact and having the wind knocked out of him, shakily returning to his feet. Another loud smack and then a concurrent series of impactful landings came after Renamon faced a similar assault, leaving the yellow-furred fox digimon in the same physical state as his draconian comrade. After Renamon got to his feet, the pair stood as their third and final partner flew towards them, managing to stay upright as his feet made contact with the dirt, sliding along until he came to a stop, his arms held up in front in an X-form. The BanchoLeomon slowly lowered his arms, his trusted tanto Otokodama in hand and his Gaku-Ran fluttering in the wind.

All three digimon stood in defiance of a single opponent, BlackWarGreymon. BanchoLeomon growled softly while retaining his confident stance, though his compatriots were having difficulty mirroring his poise. The blue and yellow digimon had taken a pretty hard beating already, an easy feet for their mega level opponent. The two were panting heavily and showing signs of wear, though that did not prevent them from continuing to challenge the dark virus digimon. BWG stared unfazed at the group of challengers before him, a rookie level, an armor level, and a fellow mega level, two of which were barely able to withstand his attacks.

Despite being able to hold his own against Greymon, Leomon was still having difficulty holding him off, forced to go on the defensive most of the time and unable to shield his friends from harm. "We've got to take him down soon," the swankily dressed feline declared. "I can barely get an attack in and I can't hold him off for too long."

Flamedramon stepped up to Leo's side, holding his chest while still catching his breath. "Whatever we do, we can't rely on the same strategy we've been employing. We've got to come up with a plan."

"I agree. I've got an idea. It's a bit risky, but risky is all we got right now."

"I'll take risky," Renamon said stepping up to Leo's opposite side, staring down BWG. "I'll try anything to take him down and we better hurry. You smell that?" The other two digimon scrunched up their muzzles in disgust.

"I've never known a digimon's musk to be this strong before," Flamey added as he glared at the black dragon. "I didn't even known his kind could stink this badly."

"Whatever reason he smells so strongly, it's getting increasingly hard to concentrate," Rena replied. Both Leo and Flamey gave each other a look of understanding, an unspoken concession between the three regarding the effect the virus digimon's strong musk was having on their bodies. Flamedramon moved an armored claw towards his exposed slit, an unwelcome warmth spreading through his crotch.

"All right, then. Listen up," Leo commented.

As the feline explained his idea to his comrades, the dark digimon retained his position, calm and collected and barely showing signs of fatigue from the fight. He stared motionless, silent, a chasm of indecipherable thoughts as he refused to take advantage of the plotting partners. Finally, after a short break, the three compatriots got into an offensive stance and BWG used that as his queue to adopt a defensive stance of his own. Without effort, BanchoLeomon leapt into the sky, BlackWarGreymon's eyes following the feline as he ascended to magnificent heights. The sound of heavy footfalls caught his attention then and he watched as both Flamedramon and Renamon ran with full force towards the large, black brute.

Greymon chuckled. "Impressive that you still have this much strength." His voice was deep and resounding.

Renamon jumped into the air as Flamedramon pulled a claw back.

"Fire Rocket!"

"Diamond Storm!"

The two digimon released their signature moves, Greymon bombarded with a flurry of flames and crystal shards. He looked on in confusion, this not being the first time the two smaller digimon had tried such ineffective tactics. As such, he held up his armored hand and easily blocked the flood of projectiles.

"Lion Slash!" BWG barely had time to turn his head to see BanchoLeomon's Otokodama coming down on him. With one swift turn, he was able to block the feline's attack with his other arm, though the connection caused him to stumble back. With Leomon having managed to gain an upper hand, Greymon looked on in shock, struggling to keep the feline, who bared down with his tanto, from landing a hit. The black dragon soon noticed the other two digimon closing in, poised to pounce and assist their daring comrade. Should they succeed, BanchoLeomon might have the opportunity to successfully cripple the virus digimon.

"Black Tornado!" Leomon gasped as the black dragon managed to deflect the sword before spinning at high velocity, generating a large tornado. The high speed winds knocked a cloud of dust into the air, blinding everyone, and causing Flamey and Rena to fly backward. As the two caught their footing, they felt large claws grab them by the arm and begin spinning them around a few times before being flung in the same direction. Leo was still trying to get over the impaired vision when he was struck by his companions, knocking him over with all three landing in a pile. After a moment, the dust dissipated and all three rushed to their feet, expecting BlackWarGreymon to be on them ready to strike. Instead, he was still positioned in the same spot he had grabbed and tossed Flamey and Rena just seconds ago.

"Why do you persist?" the black dragon knight asked in his booming voice. "You can't possibly win. And the longer this fight goes on, the worse it gets for you. Just surrender now and I will be merciful in my punishment."

BanchoLeomon, Flamedramon, and Renamon stood together showing signs of enervation, wear, and demoralization. All three together couldn't put a scratch on the virus digimon while he was able to inflict punishing damage on them without showing serious commitment. BWG may be right, that their efforts were in vain, but the trio refused to capitulate to the dark dragon.

Leo faced the black digimon, Otokodama held aloft, defiance scrawled on his face. "We won't back down, BlackWarGreymon. This fight won't end until you're data is scattered to the wind." Flamey and Rena stood poised with Leomon, eyes narrow and fearless, postures low and primed for battle.

BWG stared the trio down a moment before chuckling and smiling. "I was hoping you'd say that." With a sinister glare aimed at their direction, the black dragon knight threw off his armored claws onto the ground with a loud thud. A look of befuddlement came across the other three digimon as they watched the dark virus digimon began stripping off all of his mechanical coverings. With his thick fingers now free and his massive palm visible, he began by unfastening the tubes connecting the two sides of his chest plate. With the metal plates free, he let the torso armor slide off, removing it along with the shield held upon his back and his pauldrons, tossing it to the side in a lackluster manner. With his chest armor gone, the trio got a good look at the muscular digimon, his black frame accentuated by a series of massive hills and valleys comprising his godlike abdominals and the two mountainous peaks of his bulbous pecs. His arms were swollen with perfectly formed muscles, his biceps and triceps mesmerizing as they bulged and tightened up. The three partners' heartbeats increased rapidly at the striptease, but none of them were yet willing to turn away from the show.

Greymon moved down to remove his shin guards as well, tossing them along with the chest piece and exposing his massive thighs, rugged with various bulges of toned muscles. After, he slowly removed his helmet, revealing the relatively stunted muzzle underneath, a wicked smile taunting his three opponents. He tossed his helmet in with the pile, Leo beginning to take a stance while the other two continued to gaze upon the voyeuristic display, seemingly unaware that they were gawking. Leo took note of the fact that the only piece of armor BWG had left to remove was his crotch garb, though he couldn't figure out what the black dragon would gain from such exhibition. He'd know soon enough as the virus-type's hands moved to undo the mechanism holding the slender metal loincloth together, which immediately came undone, allowing Greymon to remove the safeguard of his privates. Flamey, Rena, and Leo were immediately met the view of BlackWarGreymon's massive package, his floppy dick which still measured an impressive length, huge testicles dangling below and resting between his thighs, and after a moment when BWG tossed his crotch guard to the pile, the trio was met with a rather unfortunate stimulation to their senses. The wind carried the uncovered stench of Greymon's crotch musk over to them and all three reacted with disgust at the smell. They covered their noses, taking a step back as the aroma of Greymon's unwashed groin was allowed to accumulate within the warm confines of his underwear, a spicy fragrance as if someone managed to burn cock sweat.

"Eck, that's disgusting!" Leo commented. "How can a digimon stink so bad?"

"Hehehe," Greymon chuckled. "You think my smell is bad, little kitty?" Leo growled. "It's about to get a whole lot worse." All three partners stood in bewilderment at the implication of the dragon knight's statement. "Digi-modify!" All three went wide-eyed. "Goliath!"

"Nooo!" Leo yelled, but he could do nothing as a large amount of data surrounded BWG, covering him entirely before expanding upward and outward, filling out the entire field as Flamedramon, Renamon, and BanchoLeomon watched helplessly. Within less than a minute, the cloud of data had grown to towering heights before dissipating, revealing the newly formed macro BlackWarGreymon. The three comrades looked up in alarm at the skyscraper digimon before them, 100 feet tall and still lacking in any armor, clothing, or coverings of any kind. The macro digimon stared down at his enemies, grinning with sadistic glee as they stared back in dismay.

After a moment of stunned preoccupation, the trio was once again hit with the massive black dragon's insurmountable musk, though changing to a goliath form seemed to have exacerbated its effects. As the macro-level stench met their noses, Flamedramon was the first to feel its effects, coughing uncontrollably, going light-headed, and losing his equilibrium, forcing him onto his knees with his hands on the ground. Renamon felt it too, gagging as the titanic digimon vapors wafting from macro Greymon filled his lungs, causing him to take a similar pose as Flamey. Even BanchoLeomon wasn't immune, cringing with disgust and panting heavily, sweating through his fur as the odor blasted his sensitive olfaction.

However, the sheer altitude of disgust the profound musk was causing wasn't nearly as humiliating as the allosteric effect it was having on the unfortunately contaminated digimon. As the strength of BWG's stench grew, so too did its potency on their libido, causing unprecedented levels of impulsive arousal. Leo felt the least amount of embarrassment from sexual provocation as his pants covered his genitals, allowing some privacy as his cock grew within his sheath under his pants. Neither Flamedramon nor Renamon had such luxury as Renamon's cock quickly grew rigid, forced out of his sheath and stiffening rapidly, causing the fox digimon to cover his crotch while his other paw went to his muzzle to stifle a potential retching. Flamedramon's draconian dick grew stiff within his genital slit, but soon slid out with a noticeable squelch, causing the dragon's cheeks to grow crimson at the unwarranted exhibitionism.

"Hahahahaha!" Greymon boomed as he laughed impudently, the three sexually ensnared digimon shaking as they stared up at his towering form. "My punishment would have been merciful, little playthings. But now... now you will know no mercy."

All three watched horrified as the dark digimon broke his stance and leapt forward, each footstep a shallow quake that rang out in a thunderous boom. Flamey, Rena, and Leo, still reeling from BWG's amorously enchanting stench, immediately scattered with the hope that maybe if he could only concentrate on one of them the others might be able to do some damage. Rena seemed to accept the role of distraction as BWG got close, the fox leapt to the right. Holding out a paw, he drew the power of another Diamond Storm attack, hoping it would get the dragon's attention, which it seemed to accomplish. Greymon turned to look at Rena, eyes focused on his small body, cock bouncing erect from his sheath. The fox blushed under his fur, but kept composed as he fired off another volley. As Greymon moved to face Rena, Flamey had moved to the dark digimon's right side and planted his feet.

"Fire-" he began as he prepared another attack, but in a flash, BlackWarGreymon had brought his foot up and thrust hard in a back kick, smashing the blue dragon and causing him to go flying back.

"Flamedramon!" Rena yelled, losing his focus as the virus-type dragon struck down with his open palm, flattening Renamon into the ground, incapacitating him.

As Flamey and Rena lay motionless, Greymon turned to LEO with another lightning fast attack, punching the spot the feline digimon still stood. The impact left a noticeable crater, but retained no signs of the feline digimon. BWG's eyes bulged in surprise. "Where'd he go?" As he looked around, Leo was falling from the sky, quickly descending with his Otokodama primed and ready to impale the giant digimon. "Psych!" Leo's eyes went wide as Greymon turned his head to grin wickedly at him. The dragon brought his fist swinging, landing a hard strike to the entirety of Leo's body and swatting him like a bug into the ground. Leo cried out in pain as he was flung back to the Earth, landing with a loud thud and getting the wind knocked out of him. He had no time to react as Greymon brought his fist up over him and swung it down with all his strength, punching the feline into the ground like a meteor, the impact causing a massive crater to form around the smaller feline.

With all three of his opponents out of commission, Greymon chuckled softly, removing his fist from the crater and seeing BanchoLeomon breathing heavily, small spots of blood in the corners of his muzzle and nose. "Still alive? Good. Wouldn't be much fun for me if I couldn't torture you now, would it?"

Leo struggled to move, but could barely lift his arm, though any movement was moot as Greymon reached down and grabbed Leo and picked him up. Leo was unable to maintain a grip on his Otokodama and it fell from his paw onto the ground. Holding him in one hand, the dragon grabbed his clothing and with a single tug he managed to rip them from his body, discarding the tattered shreds of Leo's shame. He then, mockingly, gently removed Leo's cap, leaving him as nude as the black dragon himself, save for the ring on his tail. With nothing covering his body and nothing to hold back his erection, his cock grew to full mast thanks to Greymon's egregious musk. Leo cringed in embarrassment, pre dribbling out of his urethra, but BWG just giggled.

"Aren't you a cute little kitty?" he said, turning to find the yellow fox that he'd knocked down. Rena was moaning, clutching his stomach when Greymon came by with his free hand and snatched the fox around the torso, trapping Rena's paws within the dragon's grip. He lifted him into the air, legs hanging out of the hole with his own dick sticking out and bobbing with the black digimon's movements. He smiled lasciviously as he surveyed the area. "Now, where did- Ah."

Flamedramon was struggling to get up, coughing up blood as he winced in pain. He heard and felt BWG's footsteps shake the ground violently, but he could do nothing with his wounds so severe. He saw the dark digimon loom over him and for a moment he was able to shudder in terror at his overwhelming presence. His thoughts were interrupted when Greymon brought his foot down upon the blue dragon, trapping him under his feet and putting enough weight down on his lithe body to force the wind from his lungs.

Flamey gasped in pain and discomfort as BWG stared down at him, his arms, legs, and torso trapped on his sole with only his head sticking out between his toes. After a moment of airlessness, the blue reptile managed to breathe in what he could into his lungs and the scent of the air exuded from Greymon's malodorous feet caused his nostrils and throat to burn. Flamey screamed in disgust, trying to avoid inhaling through his nose, but it did little good. As Flamey was force-fed the insurmountable cheesy scent and taste of unwashed macro foot funk, the strength of BlackWarGreymon's paw musk was dauntingly potent

The burning in Flamey's throat moved to his crotch, his lengthy draconian cock growing hard and eager from BWG's charred musk. He flexed it under the dirty sole and even reflexively attempted to thrust into Greymon's foot, instinctively seeking some sexual gratification. BWG laughed audibly as Flamey's cheeks now burned red from humiliation. "You like my stinky feet, blue boy? Well enjoy it, but try not to struggle too much. I'd hate to have to step down harder and crush you without having fun with you. And believe me, it's really hard not crushing someone so small, they practically qualify as an insect." A tear fell down Flamey's cheek, though whether from the humiliation or the assault to his sense of smell or both he couldn't say.

"What are you gonna do with us?" Leo asked weakly.

BWG grinned as he held Leo up, bringing him to eye level, causing the feline's heart to palpitate in his chest. The black dragon flashed his teeth as he grinned sadistically, Leo partially limp from the macro's beating. Unsure what to expect, Leo's expression changed from concern to confusion when BWG brought him to his maw and the dark digimon stuck his tongue out and ran it up along Leo's body.

"Ugh, what are you doing?" he asked aloud, his voice raspy. Greymon licked him again, coating the bruised and bloody feline in his viscous drool. The smell of the dragon's rancid breath made him shudder in revulsion, though his discomfort was mitigated by the macro's giant tongue sliding along his erect member, digimon drool acting as a natural lubricant. "God, your breath is disgusting!"

Greymon stopped licking him and bellowed a soft growl. "You think that's bad, little kitty?" Leo's ears splayed back as his nose burned from BWG's nasty breath. The dark digimon raised him higher into the air and turned him over so he was facing down over the dragon's head. Leo's heartbeat intensified as Greymon opened his maw and slowly brought the feline down. Flamey watched helplessly underfoot, the cheesy stench making him light-headed as he saw his most powerful comrade slowly disappear from his sight. Rena could do nothing but listen, his sight obscured thanks to BWG keeping him trapped in his other hand.

"No, no!" Leo yelled, trying futilely to free himself from BWG's grip, but finding himself getting closer to the dark, dank cavern of the dragon's mouth. As he reached Greymon's lips, the digimon let go, allowing Leo to fall passed the teeth, landing with a slosh in the small pool of viscous saliva accumulating in Greymon's maw. Once Leo rested on the back of the dragon's tongue, Greymon closed his jaws, trapping the feline inside. Flamey quivered in terror at the sight, his friend and ally reduced to a mere snack to their enemy.

Darkness encapsulated Leo and he breathed heavily, his body still suffering from defeat, but the stress from his predicament providing enough adrenaline to allow him to struggle within the dragon's cave. Aside from the darkness, the first thing that caught Leo's attention was the smell, the inescapable putrescence of Greymon's rank breath. With nothing to alleviate the rotten fragrance, Leo was forced to endure the digimon's malodor at it's most pungent, cringing in disgust and trying to force himself to keep from gagging. "No, this isn't happening. This isn't happening." He struggled verily, trying desperately to find some solid surface with which to plant his paws so as to hold his position steady, but all he found was the slippery surface of internal flesh slathered in digimon mucous. Everywhere he put his paw, it slipped, causing him to stumble a little further down the dragon's maw, leading him further into Greymon's body, a fate that horrified the feline.

The saliva was building in Greymon's muzzle, pooling around Leo's legs and as the dragon didn't seem to be swallowing, the feline began to worry he might drown in BlackWarGreymon spit. The digimon started moving his tongue, dipping it into his building drool and bringing it up to slide up against BanchoLeomon's face. As the feline's mouth was open, he inadvertently wound up swallowing a large serving of Greymon's spit, the taste causing him to gag, cough, and cry in abhorrence. BWG used his tongue to press Leo up against the roof of his mouth, the feline continuing to cry as his body was played with. BWG began rubbing his tongue back and forth along Leo's front, the slick appendage sliding along Leo's rigid penis and causing intense sexual stimulation, compounded immensely by the sticky lubricant slathered on the abusive tongue.

"Stop! Please!" but it wouldn't matter if BWG could hear him. The black dragon wanted to torture him and this was how he would do it. Leo shook and struggled but couldn't escape the oral elicitation of his opponent. Leo felt his climax building quickly, his lust augmented by the nasty, pheromone-rich musk coating his body. As the feline began to quake in embarrassment, BWG ran his tongue between Leo's legs and press against the exposed taint, forcing Leo towards the back of the dark, smelly cave. Leo panicked as he slid towards the esophagus. Blinded by the darkness, he couldn't see it, but that didn't make his stomach or his heartbeat settle any less. His hands slid behind him and he landed face first into a sticky, flesh surface that soon gave way around him.

"No! No!" His words became muffled as he slid muzzle first through the upper esophageal sphincter, closing his eyes as his body was clenched and slowly guided by the tight, puckered orifice down the dragon digimon's throat. His body was hugged by the fleshy tunnel, his fur coated more and more as he traversed deeper and deeper into the abyssal innards of BlackWarGreymon. His cock was stimulated the entire ride, the mucousal fluid enhancing the sensitivity of his glans, elevating his discomfort. After a moment, Leo felt his face contact another surface that opened up, allowing him through. As his head slid through the second esophageal pucker, he found he was no longer hugged by walls of mucousal flesh. That realization caused his anxiety to skyrocket.

"No! Not this!" The rest of Leo's body slid past the tight ring into Greymon's stomach, his chest coming free, then his waist, then his cock, bouncing freely from the overly stimulating tunnel. Finally, his legs and feet paws came free of the esophagus, allowing Leo to fall into a shallow pool of stomach juices. He immediately brought his paw to his maw, holding in the contents of his own stomach as best he could as he was assaulted with the stinging aroma of the stomach's acidic environment. He coughed and gagged and felt a bottomless dread at his situation.

"Oh, no. Let me out. Let me out!" Leo turned and attempted to climb the walls of BWG's stomach lining, but that turned out to be a hazard as his cock rubbed up against the slick surface of the organ walls, eliciting intense jolts of sensual pleasure in the lion. "Ah... urgh... uh!" He moaned loud, gripping his groin as intense sexual heat sizzled in his crotch, the mixture of fear, disgust, and arousal confounding the normally calm and collected digimon. "This... cannot... be... happening."

Greymon patted his belly, growling softly at the feel of the micro lion scrambling for freedom from inside his stomach. With one defeated digimon consumed, he lifted up his other hand to stare Rena directly in the face, smiling with sinister glee. Rena hung upside down in Greymon's hand, shaking within his grasp as he gazed upon the wicked eyes of the opponent that held his fate.

"No. Please don't," he pleaded, his voice raspy and desperate.

"Don't? You mean don't eat you? Heh, I don't need to eat you. There's only three of you and I got three holes to fit each of you."

It took a second for Rena to grasp the dragon's meaning, but once he caught on he shuddered in horror and struggled helplessly within the confines of the meaty fingers. Greymon grinned as he lowered Rena downward, allowing the yellow fox a view of his thick, hardening shaft. The feel of Leomon sliding down his throat and writhing in his belly, the image of panic in his expression put the virus digimon in a salacious mood. He brought Rena down and underneath the shaft, guiding him up towards the black, fleshy member, and pressed him up against the stiff meat.

Rena was immediately met with a merciless onslaught of strong, acrid, and spicy cock musk that invaded his nostrils and burned his sinuses. The scent made him light headed and his jaw shot open in an attempt to prevent sniffing the fetid odor. That, however, backfired as the macro penile vapors flooded his maw, condensing on the inside of his mouth and bombarding him with the taste of the wretched stink. Tears filled the fox's eyes as he was held taught against Greymon's massive penis, tortured by his cock stench. The heat emanating from his groin warmed Rena's body, amplifying his unwanted arousal, instinctively inciting him to rub his petrified boner into Greymon's shaft. He tried to escape, but Greymon held him tightly, preventing him from moving more than an inch.

With his hand gripped tightly around the writhing fox, Greymon pulled the Renamon along the shaft slowly towards his glans. He then switched directions, moving Rena towards the base, guiding him along the skin closer and closer to the warm, dank, musk-ridden crotch.

"No, no, no!" Without mercy, Greymon rammed the micro digimon's face against his sweaty base, loose skin connecting his gargantuan ballsack with his cock. "Stop! Ugh, no more!" BWG just smirked and repeated the process, sliding Renamon slowly along his spear towards the tip and then plunging him face first into the pungent surface. He continued that action several times, his own dick growing to full mast, the feel of his heart beat throbbing in his member being felt by his victim below. "Aah! Stop! I can't take anymore!" Rena yelled as he once again found himself muzzle deep in BWG cock base, huffing away at the pervasive odor. He cried aloud, tears staining his cheeks from the combination of spicy atomic musk and inescapable ethereal arousal.

"Stop? Heh, I'm just gettin' started little play thing. Things for you are about to get so much worse." Rena cried more tears as Greymon removed him from his shaft, his cock now fully hard and protruding out like a rigid plank. Greymon grabbed his cock with his free hand and led Renamon down towards the head, the fox watching helplessly as he passed over the mushroom head and got a good glimpse of the dragon's massive cockhole. His head hung upside down as he watched himself lowered until he was face to face with the orifice, the dragon's earlier remarks now clear as daylight to the poor, defenseless fox. Pre-ejeculate seeped out of the tight hole, thick globules of clear, viscous fluid oozed from the pucker and dribbled down the underside of Greymon's macro member, the burning, stinging aroma of cock still prominent in this position.

He was mere feet away, but that puckered opening was a terrifying sight to behold. "Oh God, no!" Rena said in a low voice, but it wasn't up to him. It was up to the dark dragon knight holding him so close to his urethra, grinning devilishly before moving the fox's muzzle in towards the head. Below, Flamedramon watched as the second of his comrades was being consumed, though in a less traditional sense. More tears fell from the vulpine digimon as he was seconds away from being used like a urethral sound and once his nose made contact with the hole, his nerves fired away, lighting his body with undiluted panic. Rena's slender maw was slowly inserted inside BWG's dickhole, the experience of having his snout squeezed into a macro's phallic tube humiliating and mortifying. Greymon followed up with the head and neck until he reached the shoulders, his cock spreading out to uncomfortable proportions. Despite his large stature, Renamon was still quite big and his urethra was opened quite wide, causing him to grimace in pain. After feeling the male fox squirm in his grip and now in his member, his heart fluttered with erotic satisfaction making the painful ordeal worth it.

He continued inserting Renamon into his urethra, the fox digimon kicking softly in a vain attempt to halt his disappearance into BlackWarGreymon's rod. BWG saw the fox disappear slowly from his sight, watching as the vulpine's chest, then stomach, then erect cock plunged into his urethral depths. Renamon moaned as he felt his member slide along the inner chamber, the slick, soft flesh rubbing it in the worst way, his nerve endings getting brutalized with intense sexual stimulation. His legs slid inside, moving passed the knees, the shins, and finally, as slowly as he could manage, Greymon pushed the yellow digimon's foot paws passed the penile entrance. The hole closed up as Rena moved inside, cutting off all light to the micro fox, his form causing Greymon's cock to bulge with the vulpine's form. BWG smiled and growled in pleasure as the entire body of his digimon opponent now rested within the confines of his giant, black, hard, fleshy penis.

Inside the dark cavern, Rena cried and moaned at the disturbing position he found himself. His body was being squeezed by the soft tunnel, he couldn't see a thing, the sound of squelching echoed in his sensitive ears, his cock was continuously dragged along the surface of the urethra, and the smell of the internal cavern was more acrid and tart than the outside. Rena tried opening his maw to breathe through his mouth, but the tight confines made that difficult, forcing him to excite his olfactory receptors. His nose and throat burned from inhaling the tangy stink and his groin ignited with lascivious arousal. Rena shook within the giant dick, trying desperately not to move as any movement caused his sensitive glans to rub against the urethral flesh, triggering a torturous stimulation of sexual ecstasy.

Flamedramon let loose his own tears as he watched helplessly, the image of his friend and ally disappearing into the tight and smelly cave of their goliath enemy a horrifying image that would haunt the blue dragon. His breathing was ragged as Greymon's foot pressed harder onto the smaller digimon, his chest having difficulty taking in oxygen and his cock, though erect, now forced down between his legs. Flamey's lungs were not taking in much air and it wasn't solely due to the crushing weight of BWG's massive foot. The stench of his cheesy, unwashed soles was blanketing his senses, the fragrant stench of rancid toes flooding his throat and lungs. He was starting to feel light-headed to the point of blacking out, but soon enough Greymon lifted his gargantuan appendage off the blue dragon and Flamedramon took a deep breath of relatively fresh air, though the odor of BWG's foot remained to torture his nose, tongue, and libido.

Before Flamey could feel any real semblance of relief, a large, clawed hand wrapped itself around the small dragon and enveloped him, lifting him off the ground into the air. Flamey wanted to struggle, but he was still catching his breath and his embarrassment from his throbbing erection made him submissive. He clutched the giant fingers with his armored claws, but BWG quickly reached over with his other hand to disarm the blue digimon who didn't bother fighting the colossal virus. Greymon carefully pulled off Flamey's two clawed gloves and tossed them aside, landing with a distant thud. He repeated the process with his leg guards and foot guards, revealing his fore and hindclaw appendages, three-digit feet and four-digit hands with thick, white claws extending out. He then grabbed his chest plate and pulled it off, the force causing Flamey to lean into the embracing claws until the straps holding it on snapped, whipping the blue dragon's back in the process and making him flinch from the pain. Finally, BWG removed the blade-embedded helmet from Flamedramon's head, leaving him naked save for a pair of leather straps on both of his biceps. Flamedramon, armor digimon, the fire of courage he was no more. Now, he was Flamedramon, the macro BlackWarGreymon's sex toy.

With his smooth, azure flesh completely exposed, Greymon held the digimon up to his face and grinned maliciously. He chuckled loudly, Flamey shuddering with terror, his cock bouncing around between his legs. "I guess that means you get... door number 3." Watching his friends getting consumed by the black knight, first down his maw and then up his penis, Flamey figured there was only one more place to go and he let another tear fall from his eye. However, he didn't bother fighting as any energy he expended now would be fruitless in his iron grip. "But first, gotta get you lubed up."

Flamey's nerves fired from uncertainty as Greymon lowered him down to crotch level. He was met with the same pungent, acrid fragrance that Rena was tormented with. Soon, the penetrating scent of cock and crotch mixed with the cheesy stink of BWG's feet that had stained his unfortunate nostrils earlier and Flamey began shaking uncontrollably, his breath catching in his throat as the odor built up to unbearable proportions. He let out a loud cry of disgust and torture that brought a wicked sense of satisfaction to the macro tormentor. Greymon brought him under his enormous macro phallus where he caught sight of the large, lumpy bulge protruding from the rigid flesh. Flamey's heart fluttered at the thought of his fox ally stuck inside the creature's tight urethra, trapped in the dark, dank organ. Greymon pressed Flamey up against the underside of his cock right at the lumpy position of Rena and the reminder of BWG mentioning lubing him up made the dragon cringe in anticipation.

BWG wrapped his claws around his meat, holding Flamey tight against his shaft as he prepared him for an undesirable ride along his veiny length. With one, quick movement, he shifted his clawed hand upward along the girthy phallus towards the head, Flamey pressing up against the internalized Renamon as he slid along the odoriferous package. More tragic for Flamey was that his cock, hard and sensitive thanks to the macro's potent pheromones, was gliding along the thick skin at a quick and relentless pace.

"AAAAH!" he screamed, the abuse of his penis causing exquisite sexual stimulation in his glans that made him cry out in anguish. "NOOOOO!" BWG heard his cry and laughed with pleasure, showing no mercy as he shifted his grip downward towards the base, carrying the brutalized dragon along for the ride. "AAAAH!" he screamed again as his dick was endlessly titillated against his will, facilitated and bolstered by the burning aroma of the Greymon's perpetually radiating miasma of disgusting cock musk.

Inside the cramped, stuffed, smelly, dank prison of BWG's urethra, Renamon felt alarm as Flamedramon was pressed against him, their bodies separated only by the thick, blood-engorged flesh and fat. As the dragon was moved along the outside, Rena's body shifted against the inner walls, his cock still pulsating with lust and each movement an excruciating elicitation of sexual agitation. As the black dragon knight stroked himself, building up a rhythm and maintaining his own sense of arousal, within the confines of the penile tubing pre-ejaculate continued to build up at a steady rate. However, with Renamon stuffed tightly into the elastic tunnel, his body blocked the pathway for the expulsion of the foul fluid. While some managed to slide past his head and ooze through his shoulders and along his sides to escape to the outside, there was too much being produced that it overflowed right in front of his muzzle and the fox was worried he might drown in macro Greymon pre. Though the thought of drowning would mean an end to this torment, Rena wasn't ready to give up, so he reluctantly opened his muzzle, allowing the flow of pre-cum to flood his waiting maw and course down his throat. Rena clenched his body at the taste, tart, salty, and with a hint of sweetness to make it a potent flavor of aromatic bodily funk.

The fluid flowed freely into Rena's tortured mouth, his nose caught in a small recess that provided enough air to continue swallowing the rancid precursory jizz. He swallowed as much as he could while the rest managed to press through whatever crevices were available. Free from Rena's form, the sticky liquid flowed freely from the puckered cockhole and dribbled down the head. As BWG brought Flamey up, his head pressed up against the thick organ, he caught a face full of Renamon treated pre-ejaculate. Flamey caught a small amount in his muzzle, augmenting the level of putrescent musk from Greymon's cock and feet, helping to further his already overwhelmed olfactory and gustatory senses.

Flamey instinctively struggled in BWG's grasp for nothing else than to free his cock from sharp, sensual torment, but he found no relief. Greymon increased his strokes, bucking his hips into his hand to coax a climax as quickly as possible, the blue dragon forced to suffer incalculable stimulation of his member. Greymon was starting to grunt loudly, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, his pace slowly quickening with each stroke of the draconian digimon pressed against his dick. Flamey moaned and cried at the heated stench of Greymon's penis while Rena gulped more enriched prostate juices trying desperately to keep from getting overwhelmed in the abyssal urethra.

Soon enough, BWG's hip thrusts were coming harder and faster, Flamey feeling the intensity of the black dragon's grip tightening around his body. He started gasping for breath as Greymon flexed his cock several times over a minute, the stroking of Flamey along his shaft generating friction, causing an acute burning along his body. The blue dragon started to worry, but shortly after BWG slowed his pumping, his hand now concentrating almost solely on pleasuring the glans. Rena noticed the reduction in pacing and eventually the halted pressure against him by Greymon's grip. The flow of pre-ejaculate had ceased thankfully as Rena's belly was fairly packed with the virus digimon's flavorful fluid.

As Renamon allowed himself to calm down a moment from the brief reprieve of Greymon's pumping, he soon felt the macro's urethral tube constricting, exerting a crushing force on the fox's head. He squirmed as best he could in the tight cavity due to the pain, several seconds passing as he endured the uncontrollable compaction. Relief came in the form of his face getting flooded by another internal fluid of Greymon's, only thicker, more viscous, and far more plentiful. Rena soon realized that BlackWarGreymon had reached orgasm and was ready to ejaculate, but his body was blocking the exit. He tried to move his head, but there was nowhere he could avoid a face full of macro digimon splooge. His mouth opened slightly, but the force building up from the amount of ejaculate piling against the vulpine wedged his maw open and a torrential flood of thick, creamy semen blasted onto his taste buds. The flavor was similar to Greymon's pre, but far, far more skunky and in seconds Rena was crying as his throat and sinuses burned like a blazing inferno.

Without relief, the fox would drown in the cave of blocked BlackWarGreymon cum, but at least Rena would be spared anymore of this nightmare. However, the pressure swelled to the point that it blasted past his body, shooting forth towards the exit harsher than a bullet from a gun. BWG let out a deafening roar, removing Flamey from his shaft and holding his body against the exposed urethra. Heart beating furiously with a giant cumhole directed at his chest, a couple of flexes of the titanic penis and Flamey was met with a firehose of thick, creamy, chunky, turbid Greymon man milk. The viscous juices splattered Flamey, coating him thoroughly with only a single ejection, but the macro was far from finished. He let loose another shot of his seed, basting the smaller dragon. Another shot and another, covering his chest, stomach, legs, arms, and face. Flamey cried out as yet another source of torture for his nostrils and taste buds was thrust upon him, the same tart and salty juices that bombarded Rena within BWG's penis, skunked up with the sole purpose of tormenting and humiliating Flamedramon.

The jizz cascaded down his belly and his cock, large chunks of sperm splattering across his torso and enriching the natural lube covering his form. Flamey gagged at what was happening to him, trying hard to block it out, but his senses were stressed out with stimuli. Dozens more expulsions of Greymon ejaculate painted Flamey's body, far beyond what was necessary to coat him and lube him up. After acclimating enough to the stench of his seed and the horror of enduring a cum bath, Flamey began to worry about the well being of his vulpine friend. Minutes went by, smaller and smaller discharges sniped from his smelly appendage. Finally, the last of BWG's repulsive nut butter was evacuated and Flamey had a sheen of turbidity from the coating of pungent, musky, slimy macro male juice.

Now spent, BWG let his head fall back and lowered his hand, removing Flamey from the sight of his explosive orifice. He felt the slick semen that had slipped into his maw slide around on his tongue, exciting his taste buds and making the blue dragon gag in repugnance at the flavor. He caught a glimpse of the bulge in Greymon's dick and noticed it was moving around, letting Flamey know his partner was still alive. As BWG let out a contented sigh, he raised Flamey up higher to get a look at him, smiling and rubbing his splooge over the digimon's body. Flamey grimaced in disgust, but bore it, unable to do anything to counter the macro.

"There, that should do," the large, black digimon said sadistically. "Let's put you somewhere more useful." Flamey's eyes opened wide and his breathing became erratic as Greymon lowered the smaller dragon down and behind him. The virus digimon bent forward and carried Flamedramon below his gluts. Flamey watched anxiously as he rounded the gigantic mounds of ass with the deep creek in between, quickly guided to his particular home among the three digimon fighters. As he was brought directly under BWG's butt, Flamey caught sight of what he feared the most, the orifice he would be plunged inside: BlackWarGreymon's huge, fat, tight, puckered, wrinkled anal sphincter.

Flamey shook in terror and within seconds his nose was inundated with the most egregious scent he'd ever been exposed to. The stink of Greymon's foot made him light-headed, his cock stench made him burn, and the taste of his cum made him gag, but even now, several feet away, the offensive aroma of undiluted butt musk that pervaded the air caused Flamey's body to stiffen up and then convulse. The putrid smell, the bitter, sulfuric fragrance quickly attacked Flamey's entire body. His head went fuzzy, his nose was set afire, his mouth watered with BWG ass-flavored spit, his chest heaved, his stomach fluttered, and his groin and ass were blazing with amorous longing. His cock practically pissed pre-cum and his ass was soaked with sweat from the mere miasma of BWG's stinkhole, a contradictory reaction to his fervent abhorrence of the odor.

His body was racked with disgust that he finally broke down, shuddering in his captors grip and trying desperately to remove himself. "No! Wait! Please, don't do this! Please, stop!"

Greymon showed no concern for the smaller digimon's pleas. "Hey, the others paid their price for the punishment, it's your turn to do the same. Since the other holes are occupied, you get the ass-end of the deal... *chuckles*... pun intended."

"Oh, God! No!" Flamey was only inches away and getting closer quickly, the stink intensifying rapidly the closer he got, a stench so foul he could feel the scent molecules condensing on his tongue. His eyes watered as his face came within inches of Greymon's exposed hole, the malodor completely masking the scent of jizz covering his body.

He barely got the chance to wince as BWG pressed his poor muzzle up against the enormous ring and pushed him up into the cracked hole. The large, black dragon knight's sphincter split open, allowing access to the sperm-covered digimon. "Plea-ea-ea-ease!" was the last thing Flamey got out before his head was shoved passed the anal barriers, his sight cut off and the feel of mucousal muscles squeezing his head. The macro rose bud stretched out wider as BWG pushed Flamey deeper into his asshole, the blue dragon's cum-stained shoulder slipping passed the anal walls, followed by his chest and stomach. Once the digimon was halfway up the stench factory, Greymon took a little more time to continue shoving Flamedramon inside, prolonging his insertion for the most sadistic effect.

Without any air to dilute the astronomical butt stink, Flamey was exposed to one hundred percent, undiluted, unfiltered, fresh, pheromone-rich anal stench. The level of bitterness Flamey encountered caused several parts of his body to lock up in revulsion. His arms had been inserted with his hands behind his back and as he was pushed deeper inside, they slid along and remained in that position, preventing Flamey from adjusting himself while in BWG's rectum. Despite the slick nature of the interior organs, no matter how much he struggled he couldn't reposition his arms, showing Flamedramon just how tight the macro's bowels were. The voluminous pheromones present within the musky abyss were reeking havoc on Flamey's libido, his cock pulsing with blood, aching from lust spurned by saturation with Greymon's indescribable ass funk.

Greymon continued to shove Flamey in deeper, slowly moving his waist and hips passed the anal muscles, pressing a claw gently against the micro draconian rump. He shoved the small, round posterior through the wrinkled back door, pressing in deeper and deeper as his thighs disappeared inside. Finally, with only his feet and calves hanging out, BWG removed his hand and used his anal muscles to slowly and gently pull the traumatized digimon up his butt. With the lower appendages sucked inside, Greymon's anus closed up tight, the last living remnant of his most recent fight losing all sense of the exterior world and knowing only the foul environment of his interior. His cock had started to soften after cumming, Rena still inside the loosening rod, but feeling a living digimon moving through his asshole managed to completely revive his arousal.

Though Flamey was no longer being pushed, the internal muscles of BWG's colon were slowly moving the blue dragon deeper and deeper into his stink-addled dungeon. While his body was sliding along the intestinal walls, Flamey's cock was being dragged along the slick membrane, the mixture of cum and intestinal mucus causing a fiery stimulation that made him flap around violently from sexual torture. He desperately tried to move his hands so he could cover his unbelievably sensitive head, but he couldn't manage. Instead, he was continuously dragged along, his cock forcefully rubbing against the nasty tunnel in a perpetual treatment of insurmountable erotic titillation.

The sensation in his groin was made all the more unbearable by the environment in which he was positioned. Whether his muzzle was opened or closed, the sheer multitude of odor molecules besieging his nostrils and tongue insured the hellacious stink would ceaselessly occupy his olfaction and gustation. He cried endlessly for however long he was gently massaged upward through Greymon's large intestine. He wasn't sure how far inside he was, but eventually he stopped progressing and remained in a static position, though through dynamic means. Now stationary, Flamey began his own nightmare of assault upon his nose, mouth, and cock, the continuous onslaught finally breaking the blue dragon.

The tears flowed as his hope and composure shattered. "Ngh! Gck! AAAAAAAAAH!"

BanchoLeomon found the lower esophageal sphincter again, the third time he'd managed without the ability of sight. The slimy pucker leading up and out of BWG's stomach was tight and difficult to spread, but the feline had regained enough strength to manage to slip his arm through. He pushed his forepaw passed the barrier and slid his arm up, a sloshing sound reverberating in his ears. He was desperate to escape as his body was overwhelmed with contrasting reactions to the various stimuli. The acidic atmosphere of Greymon's stomach was burning his nose and throat and the stench was making his head light and his stomach retch. However, the acute vapors accosting him were not only maintaining, but enhancing, his potent arousal. To add to his difficulty, every time he tried climbing out of his disgusting dungeon, his cock rubbed against the slick, ridged walls of the digestive organ, making him shudder with erotic delight. He tried turning his back to the fleshy insides, but could never gain a decent foothold, so he bore the sensual teasing and forced himself to pleasure himself in order to escape.

Despite the undeniable pleasure he got from the titillating environment, he didn't want to give in to temptation in the belly of his enemy. Additionally, he needed to make sure his friends were OK, so for the third time now he attempted his escape. He gripped the ridges of the stomach lining, a difficult task, but one that he'd managed three times already, and pushed himself up, his face sliding through the constricting ring. The first time he shoved his face through the sphincter, he got a face full of foul mucous that distracted him enough to end his escape attempt right then. Now, saturated with stomach juices, he no longer cared and would gladly swim in Greymon's spit if it got him out of his stomach. He got his head through, then his shoulders, and then his stomach. He dreaded the next part as he was so sensitive by now that he knew he'd have trouble baring the tease. Nevertheless, he continued onward, pulling himself through as his waist moved past the ringed barrier, dragging his cock with it. As the glans made contact, the lubricated flesh caused a raging jolt of excitement, making Leo moan and shiver in lust.

With his concentration and physical resistance waning, he lost his grip and almost slid back down, but held on tight to prevent himself from being deposited back into the acidic chamber. He mumbled and whined, but held on tight, hoping to regain his composure. His crotch burned with lust as Greymon's throat undulated, moving Leo in the opposite direction he intended, his body sliding back down and getting spit back into the acrid tomb.

Leo crashed with a splash and immediately stood up, shaking himself and taking panicked breaths. "No, no! Damn it! I gotta get out of h-" He stopped short as his body reacted vividly to the musky organ, his cock tingling intensely despite no direct stimulation. He humped the air instinctively, his body aching for release. Though he wished he could endure for the sake of his friends, Leo's body needed satisfaction and the feline digimon couldn't hold out forever.

Rena coughed and hacked, panting deeply as he struggled to catch his breath, the last pool of ejaculate having dissipated either through to the head or back towards the base. The taste of skunky semen lingered in his mouth, his belly overflowing with a mixture splooge and pre-cum. More tears flowed as the wretched flavor of testicular juices tortured his taste buds. During Greymon's orgasm, Rena was unfortunate to catch a thick chunk of sperm in his maw, the immeasurable concentration of proteins, lipids, and carbs elevating the taste and smell at least 5 fold. His ass and crotch exploded in an ethereal height of salacious ecstasy and without thinking Rena chomped down on the seminal globule, lighting his groin alight with sexual ardor.

The effect persisted long after Greymon's release and Renamon could no longer deny the indescribable pleasure he felt. He soon felt BWG "lightly" patting the underside of his cock where Renamon lay, rubbing up and down to massage the fox inside his pole. As he was stroked from outside, his penis was stroked along the urethral flesh, his arousal beyond anything he'd felt before. Despite his shame, Rena felt an indelible craving to relieve the tension building in his groin.

The intestinal walls undulated back and forth, keeping Flamedramon positioned deep in Greymon's innards, and providing a horrendous home for the blue dragon to suffer. Flamey let out incessant cries and moans of both pleasure and despair, his member trapped against the mucus-lubricated walls that naturally acted to masturbate the suffering digimon. As the minutes passed, his rabid lust grew more lascivious due to the unrelenting stink of BlackWarGreymon's bowels.

"It's- *pant* Rrk! *moan* It's... getting- Mm-ng! *pant* wo- worse. *groan* I- I ca- AAAAAAAH! No! No more! I can't take it anymore!" Another strong huff of BWG's unreasonably tight intestines forced its way down Flamey's throat through both nose and mouth. The inhalation burned painfully the dragon's sinuses, throat, and stomach as his lungs filled with the bitterly funky vapors. At the same time, his stomach, groin, and backside fluttered and tingled with increasing sensual delight. His body autonomically reacted by struggling harder and harder which only served to exacerbate the stimulus on his sensitive member. Flamey knew his climax was growing and it was only a matter of time before he released the most explosive and disgusting climax he'd ever experienced.

Leo again shakily felt his way up towards what he'd hoped was the esophageal sphincter, though he'd received so much stimulation that his peak was too close for comfort. As the feline carefully tried climbing the walls of Greymon's stomach, a minor slip of his foot and his hips plunged into the ridged surface, causing his cock to slide along and deliver a sensual electrocution.

"Uuuuuugh!" he yelled as he moaned, unable to resist. The stench in the fetid organ was driving him nuts, as well as driving his nuts, his whole body trembling with lascivious desire. His body ached for sexual release and he decided he could no longer deny himself the satisfaction. Though the creature that swallowed him was the enemy who defeated him, he shoved that aside so he could finally end at least one form of suffering.

He pressed his body up against the enormous stomach, the heat making him sweat and adding a new level of funk to the fragrant atmosphere. He gripped the walls as tightly as he could as he began humping the mucousal surface, jamming his rod into a slick crevice between two ridges. "Oooooh!" he moaned as his groin burned with lust. He bucked his hips back and forth, up and down, side to side, whatever he needed to provide the excitation he needed to drive his climax to completion. To enhance the experience, he allowed his disgust to turn him on and then pressed his muzzle into the stomach lining and inhaled deeply through his nose, the acrid odor filling his nostrils and flowing to his lungs, filling him with erotic abandon. He moaned again, opening his muzzle and pressing his open maw against the flesh, sticking his tongue out and dragging it along, collecting copious amounts of mucus as he did.

The flavor mixed with the intense smell and lightning-like voltage in his cock drove the feline over the edge. He pressed hard against the stomach walls as his dick overflowed with feline digimon jelly and exploded outward into BWG's stomach. Squirt after squirt was ejected from Leo's dick, staining the wall with his seed. He continued to inhale and ingest whatever entered his orifices, allowed the black dragon knight's musky products to augment the most joyous orgasm he'd ever felt. A minute passed and his testicles emptied, his cock still warm with sensuousness, but his mind was more clear now that Greymon's organ wasn't torturing his libido. The disgusting stink and flavor of the surroundings was still as offensive, though.

For Renamon, the same fate would befall him. Though he'd spent his time within the constricting tunnel of Greymon's urethra fearful, revulsed, and worn down, his arousal won out over all of it. BWG continued massaging his cock, causing Renamon to move slightly up and down the crowded tube with his penis titillated as it slid along the sides. "Rrrrrrrr! Gaaa! I can't take it anymore!"

With a deep breath and a hard sigh, Rena started shifting within the dark interior, assisting himself with inducing his growing orgasm. The fox struggled to move, but with Greymon's assistance he was able to twist his body and gyrate his hips, effectively jerking himself off through wriggling. Rena moaned and groaned aloud, his muzzle dipping into small pools of residual BWG testicular cream. The vulpine stuck out his tongue and retrieved as much as he could into his maw, closing his jaw and swishing the male juices inside. His taste buds erupted with the unforgettable flavor of the skunky seed, his privates igniting in an inferno of ethereal lust, causing Rena to tense up.

He moaned and writhed instinctively at the sensation, continuing to wriggle as his crotch tingled with imminent sexual release. In a short time, Rena felt his balls pull back and his own internal vessels fill up with his juices, flooding his penis and eventually cascading like a busted fire hydrant. Renamon shuddered violently as his climax persisted, an electrical surge of salacious gratification overtaking him at unbearable levels. Shot after shot into the urethral walls, Rena cried silently as the painful stress of having his libido teased had finally abated, leaving him sated and emptied. He was, however, still trapped in Greymon's cock, though at least he no longer felt death would be a more desirable option.

Flamedramon, however, was humoring the thought as wave after wave of colonic odor blasted his sensitive sinuses with a horrifying musk. He screamed and shook, every part of his body burning, though his arousal persisted, the undulating bowels working Flamey towards orgasm in an excruciatingly slow and unending process. With his head pressed against the fleshy walls, every time he opened his mouth, he ingested a bit of mucus coating the intestinal walls, causing the dragon the writhe in disgust, making him want to gag if not for the explosive tingling it caused in his groin. On the other hand, if he kept it shut the putrid fragrance would saturate his nostrils, instilling him with a vile scent that caused him to go feral with olfactory anguish.

But the dragon had no means with which to end the torment, his orgasm close and getting closer, though Greymon's bowels managed to draw it out to agonizing levels. He just wanted his balls to empty so he could have one less thing to agonize over. Several minutes went by, minutes that could have been seconds if he could just reach his cock with his hand. He cried and wailed as he huffed more and more vapors or ingested more slick intestinal coating of BlackWarGreymon's bowels.

Another minute, more undulation, a never-ending torture of sexual denial, until finally Flamedramon's vas deferens flooded, his urethra filling up, spreading through his cock, but even then, height of orgasmic release peaked, the dragon still hadn't managed to find relief. It took countless seconds of seemingly clogged blue dragon seed before Flamey's phallus finally exploded, ejecting his male essence in an eruption of sexual satisfaction. Flamey's milk mixed together with the colonic mucus as shot after shot after shot released a thick soup of semen and sperm from the dragon's nutsack. A half a minute went by and Flamey was still spilling seed, then a full minute and he was still expending thick cream. Only after over a minute and a half did he start to slow down, but he still hadn't finished dispelling even after 2 minutes had passed. Finally, after the two and a half minute mark, Flamey was spent, his cock flexing to release any last remnants of his voluminous ejaculate from his overfilled scrotum.

The blue dragon panted heavily as he caught his breath, the stench of Greymon's intestines partly ignored as he came down from the high of his godly climax. A few minutes went by before the undulating intestinal walls brought Flamey back to the present, the smell of sulfur and methane once again burning his sinuses and his glans continuing the treatment of being rubbed along the surface of the slick flesh, the sensation of post-orgasmic hypersensitivity providing a new level of torture for the blue dragon.

"Oh, God! No! GAAAAAAAAAH!"

BlackWarGreymon laid on his back, patting his belly and letting his still erect cock flop onto his belly. He chuckled and growled softly.

"Hmm, I don't know if you guys can hear me, but I hope I've made my point clear. You cannot best me and any attempt to do so will result in you losing and suffering at my hands... or rather at my mouth, ass, and cock, hehehe. Hopefully that message has landed, because you three just wouldn't stop moving inside me, especially your blue friend. Even now, he's still struggling to leave. Oooh," he moaned as he shuffled his butt to the effect of Flamedramon writhing inside the dark, dank, musk-ridden confines of his egregious bowels.

"I'd say you three have suffered enough." He looked down and saw the bulge in his penis and cocked an eyebrow, bringing a clawed digit up to gently tease the tender flesh bulging from his meat. "On the other hand-" He thrust his hips reflexively, again at Flamey's constant movements. "With your dragon friend inside me refusing to stop moving, I'm enjoying having you all inside me too much to let you go just yet. So..." he grabbed his cock and moved his other hand between his legs where he shoved two fingers up his butt, then began stroking himself slowly, "on to round 2."