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In The Name Of Velocirapture.

Written by Taiko Akito Edited and proofread by Kraken D'Waggin, theonehowl, and Snow Taradien All characters were used with the permission of their owners and are listed below.

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[Chapter Seven - Epilogue]

Lance groaned as he buried his snout into the fat ass above himself, moaning out loud as his pony-tail flopped down from his cheek to the couch below. Sweat covered his body, as his hands grasped at the twin globes above himself, his tongue diving at the impossibly tight pucker within. Saliva drooled down his face as he felt the teen above him being lifted up, and he used his freed hands to spread the large cheeks wide. Licking his lips again, the black growlmon purred deeply to himself and dove in again, closing his eyes as he french kissed the guilmon's rump.

There was a happy groan above him, as the tubby guilmon squirmed to the rimming, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he lay there in the two studs' arms. "Ooohhhh, yeessss~" he happily moaned out loud and into the boom mike above himself, "Suck me Jason, suck me, suck me you stuuuuuuud~" The digimon happily bucked into the cetacean's head in his arms, as the man sucked him off just as eagerly, his head lulling back as his legs spread themselves out wide.

The guilmon's acting was impeccable; he was as gleeful as a virgin being given their first loves kiss, squirming like he was about to have his first orgasm, and his voice was, while cute, not nearly so high pitched as to anything but endear himself to anyone listening to him. The fact that he was a complete newbie at this job, knew how to obey orders, and could carry his weight to boot, all made him the perfect replacement cast member for their newest project.

The director merely assumed that the guilmon had learned from his older brother, and that, given how he was acting, they regularly rimmed at home. It didn't matter how much they denied it when they'd both stepped onto the set; the man could see when his actors had a real chemistry together, and these two didn't even need to have multiple takes to know how to get each other to act genuinely pleased and teased. In fact, if he didn't know better, he'd assume that Lance, D'Orca, and Thyge all had regular orgies with one another, the way they were going at it.

Naturally, the bovine movie maker didn't pause to think on why he'd taken to the boy so fast himself, nor why when he learned of the changes to the script his writers seemed a bit out of it. After all, Thyge had only come in after the changes had been in for a few days, and even then only after Lance had let the studio people know that his sibling was very heavily endowed. All the bull knew was that the boy was hot, the staff members loved him, and his costars couldn't get enough of him.

"Ooohhh, oooohhhhh~!" Thyge panted out as he was grabbed around the waist and pumped up and down into D'Orca's maw. As he was, his backside in turn bounced in Lance's face, resulting in his older sibling trying to keep up. Instead, all that happened was that he'd repeatedly find that his tongue was buried even deeper in Thyge's ass than before, the man practically tongue-fucking the clean hole.

"Mmphhh, mmmhhh..." Lance groaned as he was repeatedly, if gently buffeted by the two fatty cheeks, his hands dipping under them to hold them apart. Even though he couldn't control the action, he went with it, lying his head back and lapping when the ass was brought to the peak of its bounce, his laps going all the faster the more D'Orca continued to fellate Thyge's shaft.

The growlmon's chest heaved and glistened in the set's cameras the more he breathed in his brother's delicious musk, his own ramrod erection drooling pointlessly on his abbes. "He-hrrmmppphh...hey, le-let up up there!" he managed to grunt up past Thyge to the orca macro above, huffing as Thyge's bouncing was halted. Hearing D'Orca slurp lewdly away at the guilmon's impossibly large shaft, Lance merely replied, "Thanks," and dove his head back in, adding to the wet sounds as more pre dribbled from his abandoned shaft.

Then, there was a gentle ring in the air, and only Thyge's ass and endowment prevented the boom-mike from listening in on the groans both his lovers had to say to it. However, with their jobs (and more sex) on the line, the two men went through with the scripts in their minds and followed them accordingly.

Slurping off Thyge's two foot wide, six foot long cock, his tongue lapping at the end like it was an ice cream before his lips released it, D'Orca grunted as he lapped at the guilmon's crimson balls in the same way. Each soccer-ball nut between the teen's legs bounced in his sack as the strong red muscle cleaned them, giving them a spit shine some professional polishers would find themselves envious of. Naturally, Thyge was driven crazy by this, squirming and gasping in a way most people would blush to...and most perverts lapped up too.

While practically everyone was seeing dollar signs fly across their eyes from the performance, all Lance and D'Orca were seeing were red scales, balls, cock, and ass, and maybe the guilmon attached to all of them. Lance was already missing his cue by several seconds just to play with that ass some more, when he was supposed to pull himself up and along the couch cushions to hug around his chest. The second, soft ringing of the bell corrected that, although Lance was reluctant to follow it.

Grunting, the growlmon dragged himself across the massive couch, using his feet instead of his hands, as he groped his sibling's rump all the more. Slowly, he managed to bring his groin up and around to the teen's ass, his thick cock (which was now ironically the smallest one of any on camera) hot-dogging itself between his twin globes. "Umph, fuck!" Lance growled to himself, just loud enough for the camera to pick upon it, "Fuck, that ass!"

Everyone agreed, it was a great ass, round and pert even when being spanked and held in another's lap...probably why the director did it before filming started here, and...suddenly D'Orca felt that nobody was really paying him that much attention. He made the best of it, moving around the couch and to its front, grunting as he pulled Thyge away from his sibling and lay himself down before the piece of furniture.

"Hey!" Lance shouted, indignantly, as Thyge was spun around and cooed as his rump was licked, "What the hell?!" The crew grimaced to the tone that Lance had taken, not to mention his body language; it was clear to everyone involved that this was not part of the act. What was perplexing was that it was also extremely out of character for him to do this; Lance had been acting in porn for years, and knew not to ever break character like this.

D'Orca, having only gotten into the industry a couple weeks ago and yet acting like he was the senior of the two of them, was mostly apathetic in his reply. "Just," he started, below giving a long slurp between the cheeks of the moaning scalies, "Giving him a bit more lube back here. Don't want either of you to get friction burns."

The growlmon snarled as he lay there, but he didn't wallow long in his anger. Swallowing it down, the digimon simply flipped himself around and sat himself on D'Orca's belly. "So long as that was all you were going on him..." he started, before he managed to push a convincing, seductive grin onto his face, knowing it was what the scene called for, "...I think we can make it work."

There was a collective sigh among the staff as they saw Lance go back into his professional attitude, although it was something that had jarred them out of what trance Thyge's butt had lured them into. Nobody was quite sure if that was a good thing or not.

Lance didn't think on his faux pas as he straddled D'Orca's abs, grinning as he felt the cetacean lie on his back completely again. Instead, he leaned forwards, pressing his chest into his little brother's back, his hands trailing along the four long cocks that ran from D'Orca's groin to his collarbone until he reached the point they rubbed against the teen's hips. From there, his grabby mitts groped along his around sides, rubbing him up and making the guilmon giggle until they grabbed at his chest, and Lance pulled them together, his cock slipping between his cheeks and brushing against his anus.

Looking back up his shoulder, Thyge mouthed something to his brother before their lips touched upon one another, and they slowly began to kiss. Pulling his hips back, Lance groaned into his sibling's mouth, before their lips parted together and their tongues slipped in to dance against one another. Thyge's hands reached out to hold Lance's against himself, and the growlmon pushed himself forwards again, edging his mushroom cock-head in between the other's crimson cheeks...slowly...slowly...oohh, he was just about to slip in. Even without being a part of it, D'Orca was getting aroused by all this, panting hotly as he jacked two of his shafts off in a single hand...

"Aaaaaand, cut!" the bull shouted from his chair, jarring everyone out of their places, crew and cast alike, a couple dozen sets of eyes turned to him as he clapped from his seat. "Excellent work, guys. Brilliant!" he rumbled happily, despite the obvious disdain he was getting, clapping even as he got up. "Fuck, if I could I'd write myself in and get in on this action."

The bovine's grin seemed to make him oblivious to the glare D'Orca was sending him - despite being talented at it, the macro was still getting used to acting in porn (or acting at all) and didn't automatically cover up what bile he had with the director. Lance and Thyge, both used to being annoyed for various things while in states of undress (albeit for different reasons), managed to keep their irritation masked.

"So, why not let us?" Lance slowly asked, keeping himself ready to start kissing Thyge again should they be cleared for it.

The question seemed to baffle the bull. "Um...well, we need to change things around." He waited for a few moments before he looked to D'Orca, who was still gripping his twin phalluses together and seeming to ask the same question as Lance. "...you're joking?" Looking back and forth between the two, the director's grin slowly faded. "...you guys do remember that we fake the cum shots, right? That all our sex scenes have condoms, no exception?"

The blank looks he got seemed to sour the bull's mood as much as the rest of the crew's had been by his interruption, and he groaned as he held his face in his hands. "...Lance...you've been with us for three years. Hell, you-" The man shook his head slowly, before he sighed and looked away. "Listen, um, guys, bring in Lambert, I need to take a breather. I'll...I'll be in my office."

Walking away with a sudden case of a migraine, the entire production was slowed to a halt, and though they wanted to continue Thyge and Lance very reluctantly parted from one another. The slurp that came from the boy's rump made both of them cringe, although it wasn't for pain but the sheer fact that they'd been so close to consummating the moment. D'Orca wasn't nearly so subtle about it.

"...what a load." he growled to himself, before reaching down to his two stomach laden lovers and pushing them together again. "Come on guys, let's fuck! I don't care if we don't have a director on set." He'd then snap to one of the leaving cameramen, a grimace on his face as he pointed to the camera. "Hey, bud! Come on, we're doing this scene! Don't you walk off! Who cares what that dipshit says?"

"D'Orca..." Lance sighed, as he pat at the massive man's hip, trying to calm him down, "Give up. We're going to have to take this from the top again later on, and this time with condoms. He's the boss, and we're the set pieces. He moves us, and we do what we'd told to."

The soothing tone didn't at all put the crimson killer whale at ease, and in truth it didn't work for Lance either. However, what he'd said was based on more than three years of hard facts and learning from experience about how the acting world really worked, especially in that company. Praise worthy or not, their sex scene would have to wait until the head honcho said go.

In a rather rousing three for three, not even Thyge was placated by his brother's advice, and as his rather mighty erection, and scrotum, slowly shrunk back to a far more believable size, he began to think hard. And scowl. Scowling might not be the most adult thing to do, but dammit if he wasn't going to wear his heart on his sleeve and show what else he had to show too.

Wordlessly, he picked himself up, foot and half-long endowment swinging boldly between his hips as he marched off to the locker room. "H-Hey hey, Thyge," Lance shouted out, reaching a hand out towards his brother, curious and worried for his serious attitude, "Where are you going?!" Thyge didn't reply, and seeing as he was no longer acting, why would he?

He didn't react to the name as Lance called out again, before an irate D'Orca silenced him with a prehensile schlorp, nor to when the other actors of the building complimented him for his figure, or groin. And why would he? It wasn't as though he'd gone there to make friends. It wasn't like he'd broken into the building days before he'd ever actually gone into it just to convince the people there to give him a job. What would he need a job for? To make money?! What would he need that for?! To buy porn?

He already had the sexiest man alive to work for, someone who loved him unconditionally and gave him the greatest tools in the universe to live on the planet he lived on. Said man had access to technology no normal every day Joe could dream owning, not to mention the funds to near endlessly replicate it for his every whims. If anything was asked of him by this man, it wasn't a matter of 'can I do it?' but a matter of 'how fast do you want it done?'.

Stepping into the locker-room with the same attitude as a police officer getting ready to do a SWAT mission, the teen marched on to his locker and turned the dial, nobody around to see him. Roughly tugging the door open, after the lock was dealt with, the digimon stared at its contents, momentarily, before he reached in and pulled out something that Thyge never would have had.

His eyes momentarily stared into the white teardrops that sat on the pink mask, eye holes that protected its bearer from most things bright and wet. It was a face covering that was strange at best, and outright embarrassing at worst, for anyone who considered themselves even remotely manly. However, the boy not only put it on, he placed it on the bridge of his nose with pride, securing it around the back of his head so that it could adjust, and adhere, to his face properly.

As the mask adjusted itself carefully, using the locker door mounted mirror to be sure that the twin bouncy curves at the edges were level with one another on his face. The eighteen year old then reached out into another part of the metal box and pulled out a garment that was as silly as his mask, and perhaps just a little less embarrassing to be caught in. It was a pink thong, large and yet small in all the important areas, and it was slipped into with as much gusto and seriousness as he had with the mask.

Pulling it up and over his hips, the digimon posed for a few moments to a wall-mounted mirror, grinning as he was stared back at by a guilmon in a mask made of two hearts side by side. Checking to see that the back string vanished completely in between his rump cheeks, while the package up front was as lewd and stretched out the heart on the front as much as possible, the boy grinned and put his hands on his hips. Now, he was truly Loverboy!

Shutting the locker door and giving a stretch, the smile considerably brightening the parts of his face his mask didn't, the boy set out again. Humming to himself as he walked down the hallway, having a nice little catwalk to give his ass a good swish (something he knew Velocirapture loved), Loverboy sauntered along as he remembered where he'd first found the director's office. "Was it down this hallway, and then the other...?"

It took him a little while, and asking a lot of bemused people for directions, before he managed to find the right door, smiling to himself as he didn't even bother knocking.

"Yeah, I know...he snapped at me like I was a snack." the bull growled into the receiver, before his eyes snapped to attention at the person entering his own office. For a few moments, he remained silent, like he was listening to the person on the other end, before he disproved that by muttering "...I'll call you back." Setting the land-line down, the bovine slowly rose to his full height from behind the desk, and glowered to the guilmon in the doorway. "Um...what is this?"

"This?" Loverboy asked, as he looked down to his thong, smiling as he looked back to the director's face with a gleeful grin. "It's my outfit. I'm Loverboy~" It was clear the larger man was not amused by the answer.

"...that's something else entirely..." he fumed, stepping closer to the boy to try and intimidate him further, to get the message across. He didn't care if the guilmon was the youngest brother of one of his most popular porn stars, nor if the boy had a dick that was perfect for their picture. Nobody sassed him! "I mean, what is this, you walking in on me in the middle of a call?" If the guilmon recognized the anger in the bovine's voice, he didn't let it be known.

"I had something to talk with you about. It was important, and you don't have a secretary." Loverboy simply replied, his mask preventing his expression from the mouth up to be seen. "Besides, your call can wait. You hung up when I walked in myself."

The comment made the director very nearly turn rabid, anger issues clearly being pressed by the young man's flippant attitude. It was only that little charm the boy had that made him seem to calm down some. "...and, what is it?" His eyes glowered into Loverboy's mask, as he dared the smaller reptile to do anything against him.

He was daring so intently, in fact, that he didn't hear the sudden snap of something slipping out of the boy's thong. With a very notable thwap, the cock that had ensured Thyge's last minute employment was suddenly resting against the bull's chest, the fact taking a few moments for the director to register. "...wait-" he started, as he looked down to it, before it suddenly expanded in size, and even seemed to press into his chest, the surprise of it all making him stutter. "Wa-Wa-Wa-Wait wait wait! What th-"

He was cut off again as Loverboy's cock jumped in size again, this time in length, the penis' mushroom head lodging itself between his lips before he could finish his protest. Stumbling backwards, the man immediately tried to wretch the shaft from his mouth with his bare hands, Loverboy easily keeping pace despite his rapidly growing endowment's weight. The bull cried out again as he ran back into his desk, the plague with his name and a mug of pencils being knocked down by his ass as he tried to crawl over and back into his chair.

Unfortunately for him, the desk was exactly where Loverboy wanted him, and with a happy moan the guilmon gripped at the bull-man's hooves. The teen's white balls then began to swell in his sack, which began to descend towards the floor, his cock likewise beginning to grow very fat very fast, trapping the director between its weight. "Mmmmrrrm! Mrrrrmmm!" the bull shouted out, his brown furred hands smacking at the cock like it was a bad child, each smack only making his assailant moan happily as he stood there.

"Oooohhh, mister Richard, don't stop~" Loverboy groaned happily as he bucked his shaft forwards again, the cockhead forcing the trapped man's jaws further apart as his clothes dragged upwards. "Ooohhh, drink me down~" he groaned more, hugging his own shaft even as he felt his captive try to stab at his cock with a ball-point pen. It was nothing more than a love-tap against his thick skin.

Unlike Velocirapture, Loverboy didn't have any extra endowments to keep his swain from hurting themselves while he had his way with them. When he'd asked why, the sex god of a man had merely brushed the subject off, saying that Loverboy's mind wasn't equipped for such a power, and that one alone was enough for him. Besides, Loverboy had been given something that would make up for any problems having only one shaft could bring.

Mister Richard's nostrils flared, as he struggled harder beneath the titanic phallus, grunting as he found himself unable to pull himself free, inflict any amount of pain to Loverboy through it, or even lift it off himself! The more he tried to bench-press the cock, the more he felt like it wasn't just resting against him, but actually holding him down! Like it was made of muscle or something! And there was this, this...there, there was something...mmmm, something good about it...something like a hot Turkish sausage...

Loverboy purred happily as he felt his testies grow even further, touching upon the carpeted floor and slowly spreading out. "Hmmm, nice~" he purred, especially as he felt the struggling director lap at his cockhead. "Oohh, and that was especially nice~" Thyge gripped at his cock and forced it forwards again, the bull at the head grunting out as he was forced to accept more fleshy cockhead across his tongue.

He was vaguely aware of the fact that Richard was still actively resisting his cockhead, and that it was only because of the pheromones slowly rolling off his hyper-endowment that was making the man willing. However, the fact that the bull was licking at his cock this early into the encounter more than put an end to his worries. If he was already that eager to go, why deny him the pleasure?

"Hmmm, I knew you were into me the moment you saw me mister Richard," Loverboy grinned, "Even before you picked me up and gave me a good spanking to 'get me in the mood'." He'd giggle as he nuzzled his cock again, spreading his legs wider apart to the memory. "Ooh, and you did it so well too. So firm, so hard and yet you rubbed my butt each time you hit it, like such a nice man~"

Whatever Loverboy had intended with those words, aside from merely going into a flashback of that morning, they seemed to only make the trapped administrator feel all the randier. Indeed, as his legs squirmed along his desk, not able to get a good kick at the boy with that massive phallus in his way, mister Richard's legs seemed to cross. His pants felt warmer, even restrictive at his groin as he rubbed his clothed knees against the endowment, grunting as he felt a pulse slowly run along in the heat.

This was a heat he'd not felt since his days as a young teen, rubbing himself to the sounds of the neighbors groaning in their backyards while in his tree-house, or when he'd first learned of orgasms in general. Oohh, fuck, the first time he'd cum in the night, too, his first interrupted wet dream...fuck! He'd been close to having one all day, and now he was not only with the subject of his dreams, but he was even getting what he'd wanted earlier! He was, he...fuck, what had he wanted?! He'd said what he'd wanted, out loud even, when it'd come to his mind earlier...so what was it?!

Grunting, his mind distracted, the man lapped again at the helmet in his mouth, his arms brushing the underside of the massive cock up and down. It was almost more than he could handle, and there was still quite a bit more of it outside his mouth, but...fuck if it didn't taste good! The smooth skin of the cock tip, all that he could take, was sultry and sweet along his tongue, and the pre that was slowly coming from within it made it all the better.

Loverboy moaned happily, before he tried to climb up along his shaft to the director's head, shuddering gently as he felt his dick pulse and send another few spots of pre along into the bull's mouth. "Hmmm...like that, don'cha?" he grinned as he listened to the director audibly gulp it down, the crown of his shaft keeping him from seeing the bull's face. "You like the taste of pre from a set of big balls~"

Mister Richards grunted and nodded as best as he could, escape slowly vanishing from his mind like a smoke cloud with nothing to add onto it. He was still struggling, but it was beginning to become a bit confused in his mind whether it was with the massive phallus or the flannel covering his chest.

Loverboy liked that confusion, so he added onto it. "Yeeaaahhhh, lick that pre, lick my cock~" he practically sang, once again turning to nuzzle at his massive shaft, purring to his "employer's" perpetually increasing affections. "See, pre isn't that bad without a condom. In fact, I'd bet it'd make half the people who normally pass up our movies pick them up instead~" Mister Richard only groaned in reply, but that didn't dissuade Loverboy in the least. "Hmmm, and imagine what actual cum would be like to have, too, mister Richard~"

The guilmon only continued to prod and poke at the bull's inhibitions, allowing his pheromones to punch holes into them that furthered the man's subordination. Mister Richard's legs went from simply rubbing against the massive cock to wrapping around it, and his arms followed suit quickly. His mumbling went straight to moaning, and his tongue...well, let's just say it was too occupied to be of any resistance either.

Loverboy was having so much fun with his new playmate, in fact, that he completely forgot to check and see that the door to the office was completely shut. He only noticed that someone had walked in on them when the strings of his thong were suddenly plucked from the top of his rump, and allowed to snap back onto himself. "Meep!" he shouted out, jumping forwards and forcing the director further along his desk, the bull mooing in his own surprise. Loverboy was placated, though, when a familiar, greedy pair of hands groped at his rump, and he grinned as he realized who it was.

"Hmmm, having fun now, are we?" Lance smirked as he leaned over and spooned against his brother's back, licking up an absent spatter of cum still present on his lips. "I thought that brothers shared, Thyge. I'm so hurt." His come-hither tone of voice disproved this claim immediately, although Loverboy knew better than to not play along.

"Oohh, I'm so sorry big brother," he said in a faux-sad voice, pouting his lower lip as he hugged himself into his cock all the more. "Whatever can I do to make up for it?" He did his best not to grin as he heard Lance snicker to his acting, and the black growlmon's hands slowly palming his ass.

"I, think I could find something..." The breathy purr that the words came in almost made Loverboy's knees collapse under himself, but he managed to keep himself upright. He even purred himself, as he felt his older sibling's thumbs hook at the strong of his thong, and slowly pull it down and over his cutely round hips. The guilmon picked himself up to allow the garment to completely slide down to his feet, before a prompt spank from Lance sent him back to spreading his legs wide apart.

"Ooohhh, Lance, you too?" Despite his question, Loverboy was grinning all the way, especially as he felt the man's own foot-and-a-half long cock press against his back door. Then, all he got was a grunt, and the black spear was slipping deep into his ass, both brothers only moaning to the sudden penetration. "Ooohhh, yeessss! It's been too long since this morning!" he shouted out, grunting loudly as he felt Lance's hips rocket forwards and spank him again.

There were no more words from the three for a while then, what with everyone being rather occupied with Loverboy (including the guilmon himself) for the next few moments. All that came out of them were slurps, moans, and the occasional name being muttered incoherently.

However, when Lance finally looked up from the patch of Loverboy's neck he was giving a hickey too, he'd snicker to the bull, "Well well, look at that, mister director," He'd grin to the rather open moans the man was giving off, giving his brother a spank and making the boy thrust reflexively. "Looks like you're joining in after all. Shame there's no camera around." He'd pause and look around, as though he were tempting fate and a camera crew would suddenly appear out of the woodworks. Sadly, no such thing happened, so he simply shrugged and went back to fucking hard.

What Lance didn't realize was that there was a camera in the room, live and watching them fuck. Hell, the camera itself was streaming and being shown to anyone on the right channel, although it was encrypted so it would be static otherwise. Nobody could blame him, really. Not even mister Richards himself knew that the camera was there, hidden away above the door to his office.

Only Loverboy, the one who'd installed it, knew it was there...and has he paused from the licking he'd been giving his own shaft, he briefly turned to glance into it, and give a discrete thumbs up...before Lance gripped at his head again and shoved him back down to work, which he happily did.

The thumbs up was barely noticed by Velocirapture, who was alternating between the windows on his computer screen and the pages in his hands.

"A romantic comedy that will make your hearts throb along with your dicks. Late into the summer, macro orca Jason is confronted with a life changing decision when he stays at the house of his long time boyfriend, a handsome growlmon, and meets the stud's younger brother. Normally it wouldn't be a problem...but when he finds the guilmon has a dick that would make even Jason raise his tail, who will he choose to sleep with?! The hunk with a heart of gold, or the lover-boy with an obelisk of a cock?"

"...hmph. I think they need better synopsis writers." Velocirapture snickered to the description of the movie-in-the-making, which he'd also been watching through another discrete camera, complete with the actual script for it. "I'd have thought for sure that Loverboy would have made them think of something better...or at least write him in to be more of a surprise."

As he critiqued the team responsible for the telling synopsis, the dracoraptor leaned back and sighed calmly into the muggy air. The fans normally keeping the room cool had yet to start up again, mostly due to the fact that sending electricity to them would likewise power the computer they served, and that would be opening a whole new can of worms before the first one had already been finished.

Besides, he liked the smell of sex in the air as he worked, and given the playmates he had to do it with, he was getting no shortage of that. "How's it going down there Nor?" he shouted out to the hallway with a grin, retracting a couple of the dicks that were present in the mule. The squelch he got, and the surprised moan as the naked hero tumbled after the still drooling shafts, his belly bouncing on him visibly as he ran past the entrance to the computer room.

The sight made Velocirapture hiss in laughter as he leaned back in his chair, a more proper throne than his first one had been, and glanced to his feet. "Hmm, a bit more work you two," he smirked to the two heroes at his feet, lifting one of them up and planting the sole in the green drake's face.

The scaled hero grunting, as he tried to keep his balance while not missing a spot on the unbooted foot, and failing miserably. He was quick to fall onto his back, as the orange carapace-costume clattered against the floor, his many horns making him gasp out from the impact before Velocirapture filled his face again with the foot, pinning him down. Outburst, a far more seasoned hero, didn't make the same mistake, bracing himself and bending gently even as the dracoraptor added a slight amount of force to it.

"Good boys." the lording villain grinned approvingly, nodding to the two as he glanced back to the computer screen in his hands. "Let's see...ah, Taiko, that's your name, right?" he asked the dragon below his left foot, who was still trying to get his horns out of grating in the floor while not going out from under the foot. The drake murmured affirmatively to the villain, who merely grinned and slipped a couple of his toes into the scaly's mouth.

"Good good...and, Outburst. You are..." the man blinked as he read the name off, "Lance Belgers...huh. Strange coincidence, that. I know another man named Lance..." He'd ponder on that, as he felt Outburst nod against his sole, the komodo dragon as naked as he'd been when he'd first teleported away. There was no way for him to escape now, even if he wanted to. "Oh well. I'll just call you Moans, seeing as that's how you've been replying all this time."

Getting a moan back, and only enforcing the name, Velocirapture continued down the list of people staffed at the base, be it temporarily or properly employed, and shook his head to the list. "...damn, this thing isn't even listed alphabetically..." he muttered, glaring around the room of people he hadn't bothered to stop fucking. "Alright, who was in charge of this list? Anyone?!"

The only responses he got from his captives were groans and pants, few people even having their mouths available to speak with, much less the state of mind to actually talk. Being bombarded by brainwashing subliminal messages tended to do that to some people. "...well, I guess I'll let it slide this time." Velocirapture amended, mentally thinking as to how he could improve his tactics in converting - he'd need that to capture Suave.

Quickly finding the list of profiles as boring as when he'd started, the massive man once again looked back over his head and to the round core above. It'd taken him a surprisingly long while to actually break into the security of the thing while keeping it from booting up properly, although he'd managed to get out the list he'd been reading from. Then again, having two beings he could control who could not only turn themselves into data, but into one person, helped in that regard (he reminded himself to give Ricky and Evan a chance to be fucked when not together as Rendramon, or while sucking each other off as he rewrote their code for his amusement). It was progress, if nothing else, and proved it would only be a matter of time till he was fully in control of the entire base.

Not that it was any less boring without Loverboy there, seeing as he'd already conquered everyone and didn't know any of them personally. Not that it wasn't fun to make Nor jog after a cock, or watch Thunderquake be strung up in the air like a turkey (the elephant was proving more fun than a barrel of monkeys in that sense) but it was just boring as of that moment.

It was rare that the supervillain had the time or lack of energy to really let his mind wander, but in this case he was making an exception. He'd literally be there all day (he didn't trust that someone had the will to actually try and reboot the computer before he was done with it if he left) and so long as he was there he could work on the project later...although...

"Hmm...you know what I've never done?", he asked the busy room, "I don't believe I've ever had a pole dance with my poles before...they're certainly large enough for it to work." The dracoraptor rubbed his chin with a spandex covered thumb, ignoring the activity around him even as he thought. "Now, I wonder who-" He was interrupted as a random thought ran through his head, and he grinned deep and dark as he ran with it, laughing to himself as one of his cocks rose up in his lap, and became a hard, golden pole. "You know, I always wondered how good of a pole dancer Lance was...maybe I should try him out sometime. Offer him a permanent position, even..."

Velocirapture's musings were cut short, as a crash came from the hallway, emergency lights showing a bizarre amount of dust flowing through. Like a proper attack, however, it was quickly followed by the sounds of guards screaming and firing their weapons, all of them set to stun naturally, although it did all of them little good. "Hrm?" he asked, before glancing to the two at his feet. "Hey, Moans, Titty, go and see what's causing that." he gruffly ordered, before he looked down the hallway, "Nor! Head back, you'll get two shafts for it."

Taiko and Outburst managed to pry themselves from the villain's feet (and in the drake's case, the floor) just as Nor came trudging back, his body having significantly bulked up since the chase. However, just as he braced himself for a fight, a figure, who was not only larger than him but wearing just as little, stopped in front of him and smacked him back where he'd come from with a powerful wave of a saurian tail.

Surprised, but not even daring to flinch before Velocirapture, Taiko and Outburst began to speak their respective words of power, a fireball appearing in the drake's orange gloved hands while his purple friend began to grow in stature. Sadly, nothing came of this either, the red reptile in the hall almost seeming to have been able to predict their moves.

Before Taiko could finish speaking the spell for a literal firewall to ward the intruder off, the eight foot figure was already tearing his way into the room, red eyes glowing behind a mask made of two bio-hazard symbols. The drake was knocked off his feet by what almost appeared to be a tentacle, snapping from the red one's crotch and slapping him across the face not just once, but three times, each strike snapping his head from side to side. Dazed, it took all of one push into his mouth by the swift limb to knock the wingless dragon over again, the flames vanishing from his hands and his horns catching in the grating again.

Outburst, still growing where he stood as he watched the rookie hero be knocked out of commission, growled as he reached out for whomever it was that was standing there. He didn't fare much better, sadly. Barely having time to recognize that the dinosaur before him appeared to be a growlmon, and naked save for his mask, the crimson intruder had already whipped an arm out and smacked the komodo dragon across the face. Just as quickly, the digimon closed the gap between them, gripped Outburst's jaw in one hand, and snapped their faces together...accumulating in one of the best kisses that Outburst had ever had.

The moment that the, the...oohh, the moment that stud's tongue touched his own, the reptile's breath literally left his lungs, his knees going soft as the person he'd dared thinking of attacking...of...what was he doing again?

Velocirapture watched all this in silent amazement, especially as Outburst not only knelt before the person invading, but also began hugging him...and making out...and...my that was an impressive erection. "...Outburst?" the man asked from his throne, in a deadpan tone of voice, his eyes half lidded in annoyance behind his mask. "...you do realize that you still have "super growth" powers, right?"

Before Outburst could snap out of the trance he was in, and realize the thing bumping into his jaw was his own cock, the crimson figure he was kissing pinched a special nerve between his neck and shoulder. It took only a few moments before the neck-pinch did its work, and the komodo slumped to the floor, unconscious.

Everyone else below seven feet tall in the room stood paralyzed at what they'd just witnessed, some of them even whimpering despite sucking down what the phalluses in their mouths were still feeding them. The figure stepped over Outburst, slowly walking towards the dracoraptor, who hadn't yet done anything himself to stop the intruder, and everyone else froze and cringed...

...only for the glowering digimon to suddenly break out into a hyper-active grin, his hands coming together as he dropped the water-cooler sized package in his right hand. "Heee! Master!" he squeed in a booming tone, his bass voice making some of the monitors shake on their stands. "Oohh, I didn't realize you'd be here!" The growlmon bounced on his toes before he dashed to the villain's crotch, and began to lap up and down along the solid gold pole that was still standing erect towards the ceiling.

Velocirapture, much like everyone else in the room, stared dumbstruck at this newest turn of events. "...uuumm..." he pointedly said, raising a hand as he quirked a brow. "And, you are...?"

The question didn't at all make the intruder stop, as a rather pointed erection of his own came up to his pecs from between his legs. "If I'd known you'd be here, I'd have not gone and put those holes in the wall!" the figure said as he hugged himself to the experimental dance pole, grinning as he turned himself around and began to rub it up and down between his considerable ass cheeks. It was only when the praise he expected didn't come that the digimon stopped, and looked over his shoulder, past the braid that kept his hair in line. "Um...I'm, sorry, but...don't you recognize me?"

There was a moment of silence as Velocirapture scanned his memories for anyone even closely resembling the growlmon so eagerly at his groin, and though he had some ideas, nothing quite matched. "Uh-"

"Oh, of course! Silly me~" the man abruptly started again, grinning as he turned around and moved to hug the massive navy chest. "It's me, Master~"

Pulling back and nearly bouncing in excitement again, the digimon looked up expectantly at the villain's face, before he paused and apparently got an idea. Running back to the package, he quickly tore into it and pulled out what appeared to be a black thong, a similar shade to that of his mask. Biting his lower lip as he slowly willed his erection down, the figure slipped the thong on, being sure that the back string was nice and snugly hidden between his ass cheeks, the man turned around and cocked a pose. The pink heart at the front of his package was stretched out as lewdly as it could be without snapping apart.

"See?" For a few moments, the digimon stood there, and it took Velocirapture a while to realize that the similarities he'd seen beforehand were, in fact, far closer to home than he'd realized. The attitude, the body resembling Lance's own, the pose that told of endless hours learning of his preferences. It only led to one conclusion.

"...oh...oooohh!" Velocirapture said after an abrupt pause, before a grin spread across his face. "I see it now. You're Lover-"

"-man, yes!" the digimon finished, clasping his hands together before he ran back and resumed his interrupted lap-dance, lapping away at the golden cock as he did. "Mmmm, sorry, I'd forgotten that this was before I'd digivolved." he apologized quickly, "But, you know, time travel."

Despite being new to this situation, Velocirapture continued to nod and absorb it like a professional. "Yes, yes I see now. Actually, you only recently started as my sidekick, so-" He was cut off again as the growlmon whipped his head back around again, crying out before his braid had finished flying.

"No way! I'm really that far back!?" Loverman looked ready to fall over, he looked so surprised, despite the mask on his face covering most of his features. "No way..." To his credit, before Velocirapture could reach out to catch him, Loverman had already picked himself up and was back at pleasuring the solid gold cock, leaving his master to look at him in bemusement.

"...so, why are you here, Loverman?" he asked as he leaned back in his throne and rested his head in one of his palms, grinning all the while. He had to hold back his laughter as the response he got was interspersed with slurps.

"I-*slurp*- came-*slurp*- here because -*slurp*- you -*slurp*- wanted me to -*slurp*- get something before -*slurp*- it was too -*slurp*- late to pre-*slurp*-vent a major issue with the -*slurp*- computer core."

The laughter stopped as the potential for a problem suddenly came up. "Wait, what problem?!" he started, suddenly tensing up. He'd relax again as he heard the reasons behind it.

"Just -*slurp*- an invasion, nothing -*slurp*- more. We nee-*slurp*-ded a breaker, and some more things, so I -*slurp*- was sent here to borrow some." He'd smile and give a damn handsome smile to the dracoraptor, before he succumbed again to his servitude and tongued the massive cock some more while rubbing himself against it.

Mood whiplash taking a rather large tole on his mind, the supervillain slumped into his chair before he asked, "So...what is this invasion about?" He waited for a few moments as Loverman continued to lap away at him, before he snickered and added, "Does it happen before or after you stop sucking me off here?"

The growlmon's cheeks deepened in color, gently, before he pried himself away, visibly eager as he opened his mouth to speak. "Well, you see-" Loverman himself was interrupted, however, as one of the still being sodomized staff members shouted out as he looked to a wall, the thing seeming to shift and twist, distorted like a watercolor picture in the rain. Loverman's face went from happy to horrified as he suddenly picked himself up.

"Oh no, I'm late!" he shouted as he looked around, diving for the package on the floor and rolling with it, before he looked back to his master and waved. "Bye Master! I'll see you in the future! Oh, and don't forget, the cake should be flavored mango, while the icing is cum!" With that said, he grinned, brilliantly as ever, and he dashed for the wall, jumping powerfully towards it and vanishing into the distortions. They stopped as soon as he'd gone.

"...well...that was..." Velocirapture slowly started, the surprise on his face being overtaken by an evil grin, "...quite interesting...I wonder who I'll have to fuck to get a time-space rift generator going..."

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Thyge/Loverboy/Loverman, Lance, Nor, Darl, Sam, Suave and Beefstake belong to Taiko Akito

Kraken D'Waggin/Velocirapture and Kraken D'Orca belongs to Kraken D'Waggin

Thunderquake belongs to Hasani

Lance Belgers/Outburst belongs to Zylen Andel

Ricky & Evan/Rendramon belongs to Ren Bloodrun

Guilmon, Growlmon, Flamedramon and Renamon are all property of Digimon/Bandai.