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"Kaiser Nail!"

The echo resounded through the forest as two trees came toppling down from the attack. The WereGarurumon X stood proudly, marveling at his handiwork. This section of the woods had been ravaged by some sort of fire, leaving the place utterly desolate. No other sign of life for miles, which made it a perfect practice spot. The perfect level digimon glanced back, his human half located in a deeper part of the forest relaxing while the digimon practiced and honed his moves. The reason for the distance was due to the werewolf's odd anger flares when his mood took odd turns. Neither of the two knew what sparked it, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Compared to his regular version, the x variant digimon was vastly different to the normal WereGarurumon. The two both had the same sort of physique and body strength, except the x variant had a more mechanical feel. The cyborg werewolf had a set of armored pants, along with gauntlets that led up to a pair of Chrome Digizoid claws that could cut through most things like butter. Sadly, this type of body did have its disadvantages.

The memories of the conversation prior to coming to the practice spot filled Ba'al's mind. Apparently his partner had gotten a date for the night which would leave the gazimon alone for the night. He obviously wasn't going to stay in the house, as he was not one to stay in one spot. But the fact that he had a date reminded him of something painfully obvious. The lack of a significant other. Digimon were animals by nature. Data or otherwise, digimon also had urges just as much as humans. Considering that there was an obvious lack of gender placement in the Digital World, certain digimon just classified themselves as a certain gender and it went on from there.

Preferences toward gender really didn't exist outside of breeding to continue a new generation of certain digimon species. Everyone got with whomever they wanted either due to personality or just a casual session. The werewolf digimon stopped for a moment, his footpaw tapping the ground lightly, a scowl across his muzzle.

"Lucky bastard..." he couldn't help but be jealous and happy for his human half. As much as he loved the guy like a brother, he really needed someone else in his life aside from himself and his family. The lack of friends really didn't help in that prospect.

"As long as he's happy, I'm happy..." Ba'al told himself before he focused his attention on a lone tree. Jumping into the air and kicking his leg to the side in a roundhouse kick. As soon as he did that, a crescent shaped form of light had sprung up from the leg and hurtled towards the tree. It made direct contact and sliced the tree into pieces, the top falling to the ground.

"Timber!" The werewolf cried out for no reason other than to make himself laugh.

The tree fell with a giant thud, shaking the ground. A myriad of digimon would normally come out and find the source of the sound, but since the place was desolate, nothing happened except the sounds of some grunting. Wait, grunting? The werewolf focused his ears, trying to pinpoint the sound. Yeah, there was the sound of some grunting somewhere inside the charred forest. Ba'al took off on all fours, his curiosity taking over.

Who else aside from him and his partner would be in such a barren place at this time? Maybe someone else training? The actual Spartan Training Grounds themselves weren't that far from here, so it was likely. At twelve feet, Ba'al was obviously not good at hiding. Even if he could, there was the situation of his armor. With that, the Perfect level decided to hide behind a somewhat sturdy tree. He had found the source of the sounds and attempted to take a peek.

From the corner of his eye, he could see a figure with a scant amount of clothing swinging a weapon around. Upon closer inspection, he noticed a few more weapons and clothing scattered about before finally closing in on the figure.

"A Dinohumon, but wh-...oh my..." The werewolf's thoughts went into overdrive as he noticed the digimon. Dinohumon normally wore little clothing save for the holsters for their obscene amount of blades an some sort of native outfit, but this one was wearing nothing but a giant drape on his waist like the normal ones did, and nothing else. He was essentially naked. The fact that his body was much better toned and overall bigger than the norm was something that sparked an interest in the variant digimon.

"Hell, he's shorter and way...bigger than me." Ba'al thought as he ogled the dragon's body from afar. The adult digimon currently held a giant butcher's knife in his hand and began slicing the air and moving around as if he was fighting, and for quite some time too. Sweat glistened on his pumped muscles, veins snaking through his body like a Sandiramon swerving through the desert. Gender preference didn't matter in the Digital World. You just took who you took and that was the end of that, and right now, Ba'al was utterly smitten.

In his entire ogling fest, he hadn't noticed himself drooling, his tongue sticking out of his mouth like some rabid dog. He quickly caught himself before letting out a huge sigh, revealing his location. The werewolf clamped his mouth up, but it was too late. The butcher knife in the dragon's hand shot out and hit the tree he was hiding behind. With that, the werewolf stepped out into the open, flushed with embarrassment.

"Sorry about that, I was looking around and I kind of thought no one else was here..." the wolf began to speak, but was quickly interrupted. "It's no problem at all. I don't mind giving a show. You were watching for quite some time." The dinohumon smirked.

Another blush had sprung up on the WereGarurumon's face as he scratched his ring with a metallic claw nervously. "Hehe, really? Guess I'm not all that stealthy." He chuckled.

The smirk on the dragon's face got even larger. He began walking towards the armored werewolf who stepped back nervously. Why the hell was he even doing that in the first place, he was stronger than him, damnit! The werewolf's muzzle was contorted into a mixture of a fear and conflict as he stepped back.

"Hmm..."

"W-what? What do you want?" Ba'al asked hesitantly.

In a quick motion, the dinohumon had closed the small distance before the perfect level had even gathered his thoughts and planted a small kiss on his cheek. At that moment, the werewolf bore such a red blush that it could be seen from Terminus. Blue eyes met yellow as the two stared at each other before the dragon spoke up once more.

"Hey, you seem pretty pent up, right? Judging from your reaction of me, I'm probably right." The dragon spoke.

Ba'al couldn't help but nod nervously, the blush still on his face. "Well, why not go for it here? I certainly don't mind and you look like you could use someone, if only for a bit." The dragon suggested.

Wait, right here? Right now? Ba'al's knees buckled at the suggestion before he steeled himself. Was he seriously suggesting that they do it right here? He couldn't lie, the thought of being with someone (even if only for a moment) with such a spectacular body was very tempting. But he couldn't. He glanced back at his own attire before sighing. The gauntlets and claws were thankfully removable, but everything else...

"Nah, I don't think I'd be any good anyways. Besides, I have someone that's waiting for me." The armored werewolf babbled on before he was quickly silenced with a kiss on the lips. The combination of the heat emanating from the dragon along with the kiss itself was enough to shut him up. The kiss lasted for but a minute before the two parted, the WereGarurumon variant stupefied.

The Dinohumon looked up at the wolf with a smile.

"...Okay."

At that point, the werewolf began fiddling with his gauntlets, the weapons dropping to the ground with a thud, revealing a set of brutish paws similar to the regular string of WereGarurumon. At this stage of the process, genital parts were easy to conjure for those who had classified their gender in this world. Data manipulation was easy for any digimon to do, so replicating a penis would be easy for the both of them. It didn't even require any afterthought, it just happened when it did.

With his gauntlets gone, Ba'al inched over to the massive Dinohumon and began feeling his body from top to bottom. The werewolf lowered his head down for another passionate kiss as his paws moved across the dragon's body, taking in every detail. The two had fallen to the ground, the werewolf on top as Ba'al felt everything. From his massive shoulders to the slabs of meat on his chest which he enjoyed groping immensely, right up to his waist line as he began removing he strap for his drape as it would not be needed. Yes, the werewolf was easily taller by a good two feet, but at this point, he didn't care.

The dinohumon had also taken to observing the werewolf's body. Though some parts covered by armor, it didn't stop the dragon from feeling up the only exposed parts, such as his arms, a section of his torso and so on. Neither of the two cared and they were going to enjoy this foreplay before going to the main event. The groping continued for a few minutes before the two decided to move on. The werewolf moved back slightly, revealing the dinohumon's semi erect member. Deciding to do the same, the werewolf easily opened a spot on the metallic like section of his waist, revealing his own. Ba'al began playing with the dragon, kissing the meat, stroking it and leaving no part untouched as the monolith of dragonhood got fatter and bigger, drooling pre over the dragon's body.

The perfect level and adult looked at each other for a moment before one of them spoke.

"Wanna lead?"

"By all means."