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Beer and Brothers

An ITNOV prequel

Written by Taiko Akito Edited by Kraken D'Waggin All characters were used with their owners' permission, and are listed at the end.

Thyge grunted as he shifted items about in the kitchen, the pot in his hands being particularly heavy. He wasn't without muscle, but he was still having issues with the iron cookware, and he was worried that the stove would give out if he put it atop of the appliance. He'd pant as he slowly opened can after can of food stuffs, dumping them into the pot with practiced speed.

"Hey, Lance?" he called out to his older sibling, leaning out into the entrance to the kitchen, "Are you sure you called Kraken? I'd have thought he'd have been here by now." The guilmon frowned as his brother didn't reply, dumping in a few cans of lentils into the ever filling pot before stepping out into the living room. "Lance?"

"Just a minute bro." a svelte voice called back, stepping out of the washroom with nary a garment on his built self. Black scaled muscles gleamed in the setting sun's light, and not for the first time Thyge was glad that they lived on one of the higher floors of their complex. Lance's tendency to walk around without clothing could sometimes border on the extreme at times. He couldn't deny that the sight was easy on the eyes (although he'd never admit it for obvious reasons) but it would probably be more of a problem than it was if anyone happened to look in through the windows of the ground floor and got an eyeful of his brother's...well, everything normally covered up.

Realizing that he'd gotten off track, Thyge shook his head and started again.

"I just don't want to call Kraken to be sure if he was coming and make him feel like a fool for not knowing." He fidgeted uncomfortably - Kraken wasn't exactly the easiest to hurt, but it still weighed on the guilmon's mind.

"Aw, relax Thyge." Lance grinned as he stepped up to his sibling, patting the smaller reptile's bald head affectionately. "Kraken isn't the kind to mind that. Mistakes happen. He's mature enough to realize that." Reluctantly, Thyge nodded back, although he still felt a bit off about the whole thing. "Anyways, how's the curry coming along?"

"I just started it."

Lance rose a scaled brow. "Wait, seriously? I thought you started it before I took my shower?"

"No, that was the salad." There was a pause from Lance, leading the younger brother to roll his eyes and elaborate. "Kraken has your metabolism times three, Lance, and double your height. Making a salad for him that isn't a mere mouthful takes time...and even more if he brings his brother along."

The other black brow rose to this too. "Wait, brother? You didn't tell me Kraken had a brother."

"You've known him for this long and you didn't know he had a brother? You're kidding right?"

"Well pardon me if the idea of someone else like him being around didn't exactly cross my mind." Lance chuckled, his tone disarming what bite his words might have had. "So, what's his brother like? I'm guessing you've met him already..."

The blush that crossed Thyge's cheeks brought a large grin from Lance, and the black-scaled-growlmon slowly leaned in towards his sibling. The wordless needling finally brought the guilmon to talking.

"Well...he's, um, he's nearly as big as Kraken, and...he's an orca."

"An orca?" Lance laughed, interest dancing in his eyes. "Well well, I didn't expect that! Come on, more details, what's he like?"

Before Thyge could elaborate further, there was a heavy knock at the door, the wood crackling slightly from the impact. The brothers jumped to the sound, although it was more from its interruption rather than its volume. The apologetic mumbling heard from the other side was more than enough confirmation as to who it was, though.

"Coming!" Thyge shouted as he dashed from his brother, who somewhat reluctantly made for his own bedroom, something Thyge was thankful for. As open as Kraken might have been about his interests, the guilmon wasn't entirely sure that he was ready for having a party with a naked porn star. He waited till he was sure Lance was out of sight before unlocking the massive doors to his apartment, and swinging them open, giving a broad grin to his then-several month lover. "Hey Kraken! Welcome to our home!"

The dracoraptor grinned a bit sheepishly as he crawled into the living room, awkwardly trying to hide the paint that was now stuck to his knuckles. Thyge decided to ignore the small imprints in the solid wood doors - they could always be repainted, after all.

""I...er, I brought my brother with me this evening, if that isn't a problem for you guys. I didn't want to leave him home all alone. No telling what mischief he'd attract." There was a teasing hint to the dracoraptor's voice, which brought a peevish grin as the aforementioned brother spoke up.

"Do I look like a 'Kevin' to you?" D'Orca called back from behind his brother, on his hands and knees like Kraken was, his fourteen foot statue not entirely suited for hallways. The smirk he had during the retort, however, showed he wasn't entirely put off by the statement. "Anyways, make some room for me. I don't want to have to use your butt as a pillow to enjoy the party. We do that enough during our 'sleepovers'."

Thyge blushed to the statement, while Kraken merely snickered, the dracoraptor shifting a couch to sit down comfortably in the room. "I don't think that's quite what Thyge and his brother want to hear, D'Orca..." he rumbled from behind the guilmon, although the wink Kraken gave out of Thyge's sight was clearly to the contrary. He couldn't help but laugh to the reaction he got.

"Thyge has a brother?"

Thyge nearly fell over himself when he heard the question, although he didn't comment on it, merely nodding back as D'Orca got himself settled in.

"You should see him." Kraken purred as he reached out to rub at Thyge's form, licking his lips appreciatively. "He's obviously not as cute as Thygy here, but-"

"H-How about I go and see how dinner's going?" the guilmon blurted, blushing as he scampered off and into the kitchen. Kraken teased the digimon with a few more rubs before letting the boy off, settling in by lying down on his side, D'Orca doing a similar pose against the wall.

"So, dare I ask what Thyge's brother is like?" the massive orca asked, reaching down to adjust his Hawaiian print shorts. "Is he another guilmon? Maybe a bookish type?"

The equally massive dracoraptor snickered. "Far from it. If you wanted, I could even call him in. I know how to, easily."

"So he's a border collie then?" Despite the snarky comment, D'Orca watched intently to how such a feat would happen. His yellow eyes watched as Kraken's digits slowly went for his pants, gripping at the metal tag and tantalizingly pulling it down...before Kraken leaned back and called out to the blackgrowlmon's room.

"Hey Lance."

The trick earned Kraken a couch cushion to the face, although the dracoraptor laughed it off as Lance poked his head out of the hallway expectantly.

"Oh, hey Kraken. I didn't hear you come I... oh, hello." The growlmon had nodded courteously to Kraken, but the moment he caught sight of the macro-male's sibling, all pretence of civility left him. If the sultry purr didn't give his interest away, the almost hungry look he gave D'Orca certainly filled in for that. Lance's saunter put him firmly on the prowl sat himself in the easy chair D'Orca was lying by, and the experience he had as a porn star showed through in his gait. The crimson and black cetacean was at a similar level of interest before Lance had even seated himself.

"Mm, hello hello." D'Orca rumbled back as he disrobed Lance with his eyes, which wasn't all that hard. The blackgrowlmon was hardly hiding himself behind the baggy a-shirt and jogging shorts, after all. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Kraken D'Orca, Kraken's brother... I know it gets confusing having two people with the same name, though, so just call me D'Orca." Instead of extending a hand to shake, though, D'Orca's large palm rested atop of Lance's leg, rubbing it in a non-too subtle way. The fact that said hand was large enough to wrap around the digistud's entire leg didn't exactly hide what he was going for. Not that Lance was against that sort of attention.

"Mmm, nice to meet you. I'm Thyge's brother, Lance...my that's quite a grip you have. I take it that you're no exception to what they say about large palms..."

It didn't take long for Lance and D'Orca to become engaged in an exchange of innuendos, some of which were so corny even Kraken couldn't help but roll his eyes to them. Still, the two of them were getting along famously, and the dracoraptor didn't need a singing telegram to know that he wasn't entirely needed at the moment. Instead, he crawled towards the kitchen, sticking his head in quietly to see how his own scaled interest was doing.

He found the guilmon humming to himself as he worked on dinner, a pot of what appeared to be tan stew - correction, a sniff told Kraken it was curry - boiling away at a stove that looked ready to shrink a couple of inches. Thyge was dancing away to some tune or another as he worked, humming as he did, leaving Kraken to enjoy the sight of Thyge's clothed bubblebutt shaking away.

Naturally, the dracoraptor couldn't watch and not feel a little naughty, positioned there admiring the guilmon's rear. Having an uncanny habit of being able to sneak up on him, Kraken slowly crawled into the kitchen space, managing to stick his hindquarters into the expansive pantry without knocking anything over in the process. Staying out of the lighting, Kraken slowly crouched over Thyge, pausing for a moment or two before leaning in and stroking a large hand along the Guilmon's back. "Smells great Thygy..."he rumbled deeply into the guilmon's ears, grinning broadly as he got a meep and a jump for his efforts.

"K-Kraken!" Thyge gasped, managing to keep himself from flailing around as he spun around. "Wh-What're you doing here?" He frowned, too, as he realized at what angle Kraken was facing him at. "...and how did you get in here without my noticing?"

The question was forgotten as the dracoraptor pulled off a kiss that Superman would be proud of, his rumbles reverberating throughout Thyge's body, even if his mouth was probably large enough to stick Thyge's whole head inside it. By the time Kraken eased his lips away from Thyge, he practically had to hold the guilmon up, Thyge's face covered by a goofy, pleased with himself expression.

"Perfect." Kraken chuckled to himself, licking his lips as he surveyed the food being made. "Mmm, and what a feast that's being made." Taking a set of tons from the wall, all but the size of toothpicks to Kraken's tremendous body, he sampled some of everything there, from the salad to the cheese, and even some of the curry boiling away at the stove (although he used a teacup for that). Everything made is stomach rumble for more. "Ahhhh, just what you'd expect from my sweet Thygy."

The name brought a groan between Kraken's legs, and he glanced down under himself, chuckling as he noticed Thyge was slowly waking from the super-kiss. "Hmmm, let's fix that..." he purred before picking the smaller scaly up and giving him another mind-blowing kiss, extending it for Thyge's own benefit. This time he didn't stop until the other was all but a ragdoll in his hands, snickering as he copped a feel between the other's legs without any response. "Good good..."

Already a few ideas were brewing in Kraken's devious mind, but all of them had one serious flaw - how could he execute them without giving Thyge enough of his kisses that they lost their effectiveness permanently? Being exposed to pleasure time and time again only proved that it lost effectiveness unless it was great enough.

The answer to that was simple enough, really, and wasn't really a new one; unzipping his pants, Kraken slowly eased Thyge into the fly, and sighed as a pair of cocks slipped out and teased at the guilmon's lips. "There we are..." he sighed as he slipped one of the massive members into Thyge's maw, the prehensile length working itself deep. A deep, gratified rumble slowly exited his throat as his length began to leak a slow stream of pre into the dazed cook, the fluid laced with a subtle, quick working and processed sedative.

It was a gift Kraken had, among many others, being able to mix his phallic fluids with different chemical mixes - he could go from merely knocking people out to giving them caffeine rush that no energy drink could ever hope to match. Naturally, with the amount of time Thyge had spent around his groin, the guilmon was drinking everything down purely out of reflex.

Kraken so loved it when his training bore fruit.

"Now, Thyge, seeing as you're not in any position to comment," Kraken grinned, his other free cock winding itself around Thyge to allow Kraken to keep his hands free, "I'm afraid I have to say that your food is missing something important. Something...extra." Giving an apologetic pat to Thyge's round rump, the dracoraptor got to work slipping his two other shafts out of his pants. Getting them good and aroused was no hard task, given than he had all the inspiration he needed right between his legs.

"Mmmm, fortunately," he sighed, rubbing at the two thick lengths with both palms, "I've got the ingredient needed right here. Hot, freshly churned, and filled to the brim with a healthy dose of protein and testosterone..." Smirking, Kraken aimed his dicks at the two largest spots needed for "improvement" he could see, the curry pot, and the mega-sized bowl of salad. However, as he stroked himself off, another idea came to the kneeling male, and he casually reached over and opened the fridge. Several crates worth of food remained in the massive appliance - a necessity with the amount of food Kraken often ate, and a gift from the dracoraptor himself - and, to Kraken's glee, a few jugs worth of milk as well.

Smirking, the male reached in and, one after the other, emptied them out into the sink, playfully smacking Thyge's drugged bottom as he did. "Awww, silly Thygy. Real milk doesn't come from cows. Only cows drink cow milk." The guilmon only moaned, several more cocks squirming out and around himself, until Kraken was sure that all areas were all completely targeted. "How about having some rea-real milk, nooooww..."

Kraken sighed as he came, feeling his cum travel through all but one of his shafts into their respective targets. In a single moment, four jugs were filled to the brim with thick cum; the salad was given a new coat of dressing; the amount of dip available for the meat and cheese was all but doubled; the boiling curry was given something else to stew in; and one pacified guilmon was given a very helping bucket full of a drink. Kraken couldn't help but grin in satisfaction to the amount of progress he'd made with dinner, sighing as he leaned back and rested his hands to his sides.

The massive male all but jumped when he heard his name being called from the living room.

"Hey, Kraken? Everything going okay in there?" D'Orca asked from his spot on the floor, one hand gently stroking over Lance's back. "Heard something like a sigh." The red orca didn't actually get up to check what it was though, being too busy admiring the blackgrowlmon lying on his chest, leaning forwards to kiss Lance's face once with a chuckle.

Kraken flinched for a moment at the thought of being caught like this, but that's all it was. A mere moment passed, and he was calling back with a knowing smirk, "Well, I could do with a bit of help brother. Maybe you could come in and give me a hand?" His expression grew as he got his reply.

"Naw, I don't want to leave Lance alone. Thyge can help you out, right?"

"Hmm, I suppose." The conceding tone was in perfect contrast to Kraken's face, as he picked up a few pieces of silverware, specially made for himself, and got to work on the food alone. Thyge was still drinking down his pre as the dracoraptor stirred the curry a bit, mixing the new dip as well as the salad beside it. Kraken even hummed a little tune as he continued to pervert the guilmon's kitchen, sticking the caps back onto the jugs to the point that they felt like new and settling them back into the fridge...before pouring some out of what was an open jug and into a container of sour cream, to level things out.

Purring to himself, Kraken retracted all his shafts, and carefully popped Thyge off the last one, giving another, normal kiss to his smaller lover. All the while, he stroked at that now swollen belly, encouraging it to slowly recede. The guilmon slowly came to, although not before he was dragged out into the living room again with a bulge in his pants that looked like dinner was being hosted there instead. Kraken, naturally, acted as though he didn't notice.

"Ahhh, great kitchen you guys have in there." the dracoraptor grinned as he watched D'Orca and Lance continued to rest against one another, the growlmon's hands exploring the red chest below himself. Kraken set himself back on the floor, where he was beforehand, although he sat Thyge against his cobblestone stomach. "Was this apartment made for a giraffe by any chance?"

"A snake, actually." Lance purred as his back was stroked some more, arching himself like a cat. "Mmmm, but he had a bat roommate at the time, so they opted for high ceilings...ooohhh, right there, just above the tail."

As Lance moaned out to the specially placed rubs, D'Orca sticking his tongue between his lips as he worked, Thyge would slowly shake his head and blink to the scene.

"...meep?" he slowly asked, before he let out an abrupt burp. His hands were all but glued to his mouth after that, his face redder than a stop sign, leaving Kraken to give a brief laugh to it.

"Well, now I know that you loved that snack." he grinned, patting the guilmon's head gently. Thyge only tried to hide himself further by covering his face with Kraken's hand, although he was soon giggling as the dracorpator's fingers tickled his belly. "Anyways, now that dinner is just getting itself prepped for eating," Kraken continued, still tickling Thyge until the guilmon was lying on his belly, "What do you guys say we have a drink?"

"I'll get the good stuff." Lance purred, slowly crawling off D'Orca's chest, chuckling to the nuzzles the cetacean gave him. "I think we have enough to give you two a buzz too." D'Orca's yellow eyes were all on the growlmon, as the drinks were retrieved - a whole stack of beer was wheeled out of the kitchen via trolley, the kind normally used to move some of the heavier appliances allowed to the public. Although it didn't take long at all to get the canned beverages settled against the wall, Lance was greeted with the sight of his younger sibling once again in Kraken's arms, the two of them engaged in some non-ambiguous snuggling. "Looks like you two already have the good stuff going."

"Hmm, I think I'll pass on yours." Kraken replied, kissing the top of the still sheepish Thyge's head, "I can drink down an elephant my size, and I doubt you have a tank of liquor on you." Thyge was about to open his mouth before a finger was placed on his lips, keeping them closed and his voice from reaching Lance. "I don't think I want my cute Thygy from getting drunk off his butt either. I like it sober thanks." The guilmon's cheeks, which had slowly returned to their normal red, darkened again to the comment, before Kraken kissed both of them.

Lance merely shrugged, grinning as he offered a few cans to D'Orca. "What about you, big guy?" D'Orca merely grinned, taking an entire six pack.

"Don't mind if I do~" Popping all six tops, the orca poured the contents of the cans into his maw, shaking the last few drops out before he swallowed it all down. There was a light applause from those in the room as he licked his lips. "...aaaawww, yes, excellent stuff~"

"Have another." Lance grinned, handing D'Orca another six pack while popping a top for himself, purring into the drink as he swallowed it all down easily. "Mmm, liquid gold~" Another can's worth of brew was swallowed down soon after, and it didn't take long for the buzz it gave to become obvious. He kept drinking, though, grinning, giggling, lying against the side D'Orca's belly, setting the empty cans onto the coffee table one after the other. He was swiftly out paced by D'Orca, though, the red and black male taking them by the six pack.

Things began to pick up some, however, as an unspoken competition started up between the two of them. The two synchronized their drinking, Lance only drinking when every top of D'Orca's beer was popped, both of them swallowing their respective loads to see who would fall first. Their respective siblings could only watch as the towering stack of beer dwindled into a mess of empty cans and six-packs. Though Thyge became annoyed at how openly Lance was talking, which was quite a feat considering how the digi-stud normally was, Kraken began to get ideas, his hands slowly drifting down Thyge's backside...

Any planning the dracoraptor had started was interrupted as he felt a pair of shorts land on his snout, covering a nostril. He'd blink, before glancing down to the three people in the room who could be wearing such things. Thyge was clothed, D'Orca's shorts were too massive to only cover a small space...and Lance was in only a loose shirt. The amused snort Kraken gave sent the waist-garments flying into an unseen corner.

"So...what's with the commando do?" he couldn't help but ask with a grin, his fingers unconsciously curling around under the back of Thyge's shirt.

"Ha ha~" Lance laughed happily back, before guzzling down another can, Thyge meeping in the background as he tried to save his shirt. "...urrp! Jus', you know, starting a pants party..."

Both Kraken and Thyge perked up at that, D'Orca slowly rising a little to it as well, although his ascent was clearly lopsided.

"Pants party?" they all asked, each with a tone that was reflected with their expression. Thyge looked unsurprised to the notion, almost irritated by it; Kraken was curious, his mind fiendishly calculating what the words "pants" and "party" could possibly combine to create and, again, how to use it to his advantage; and D'Orca was drunkenly excited for it, fitting considering how much he'd drunk.

"What's a pants party?" Kraken grinned as he looked over Lance's form, especially to the dark weapon that bounced between the growlmon's legs.

"Mmm, it's a party where, we celebrat...celebrate, the making of pants..." Lance giggled, holding up a finger as he drank another beer, D'Orca following suit. "...by not wearing them!"

"Why wouldn't I be surprised if you made this up yourself?"

"Becaaauuuuse I did."

Behind Lance, a drunk orca over twice the digistud's size gave a giggle of his own, his finger slowly running along Lance's back.

"Mmm...what about shirts? Are those being celebrated too?"

"Naaaww, naaaww~" Lance replied, casually slapping at the digits as big as his forearm, "That's for beach days~"

It was in the middle of the round of laughter that statement brought that the front door to the room was abruptly opened, the hums of a fairly deep voice wafting through along with the hallway's fresh air.

"Boys, I'm here. Sorry I was late, I just had an o-oh." The smooth greeting stuttered as its owner noticed the state the room was in, blinking even as he slowly entered it. In one hand he carried an oblong shaped box, held carefully away from his side by its handles, while his other carried a number of what were clearly shopping bags filled with groceries. Said fruits and veggies rustled in their container as the door was slowly shut behind him, keeping the hallway from bringing more than air to the room.

To their credit, Lance and D'Orca were appropriately quiet while the newcomer stepped in, although the cetacean was quick to lip his lips upon seeing the male. Even Kraken and Lance's own eyes were drawn to the saurian's body, admiring what the outfit adorning it gave away. Not that it was hard to see what was given away, seeing as the clothes were practically form-fitted to the male's body - there was no misunderstandings about what was forming the basket between the green and grey dino's legs.

Thyge, for his part, looked absolutely mortified at the situation, and it didn't help that Kraken's hand was still fondling away at his bottom.

"H-Hey dad..." he whispered from between Kraken's pecs, swallowing before speaking up further, "We, we were just talking to Kraken and D'Orca about-"

"Pants parties!" Lance grinned, thrusting a can of beer into the air before bringing it to his lips, slurping about the entrance. He failed to notice the pull tab was still stubbornly attached to where it had always been.

"...aha. I see." the father nodded, his tone perfectly matching his unfazed expression. "Well, I suppose education is paramount in everything these days. Where do you want these, Thyge?" The question was followed with a nonchalant rise of his arms, causing both the box and bags to rustle in his hands.

"T-The fridge, dad, there should be room..." Thyge's cheeks regained some of their redness, but only in the process of moving to the other extreme of color his face owned. This was, again, not at all helped by the way his lover seemed to be handling his rear, giving it a light pat in paint sight.

"Sorry for not getting the door for you, sir. I'm Kraken, and the shining giggler over there is my brother, D'Orca." the dracoraptor stated simply, offering out his free hand before realizing that there wasn't one to shake his own in turn.

"Charmed, I assure you." he was replied with, although in a manner that was strangely genuine, given a nod instead of a handshake before walking off into the kitchen. There was a moment's pause before the man's head poked out again, an amused grin plastered on his face. "Would it be cliche of me to exclaim that there's enough in here to feed an army? To ask how we'll finish it all off?"

"Fire away, dad!" Lance called back as he landed on the sofa, kicking his heels before settling them on the other side. He was positively giggling as he watched D'Orca slowly remove his own tight shorts with a critical eye, albeit one that tended to drift to where the shorts had normally cupped. Nothing new for when Lance had too much to drink, nor D'Orca when Kraken thought on it.

It didn't take long for the saurian stud to return, minus the food and taking off his coat in his stride, setting it down on the loveseat in the room. The action was just in time for D'Orca's shorts to cover the piece of furniture like a tent, while a moment late for the coat's owner to actually sit down as well. It didn't take too long for him to decide to sit beside Lance instead of pulling the Hawaiian garb away, mostly because the black set of legs was easier to move.

The way the night was progressing was well and beyond any plans Kraken had come up with, and the sheer randomness each minute brought instantly made it more amusing to him than any comedy in the cinema in the past ten years. He could hardly wait to see what would happen next.

Surprisingly, it was the meekest of them all to start asking questions, although the ever present sheepishness was unchanged.

"D-Did you get in okay then, dad?" Thyge shifted uncomfortably, trying to get some dignity from the position he lay in. To his relief, Kraken allowed it, the dracoraptor's attention more directed upon this never before seen family member.

"Oh, I got in fine. Nearly had a scrape in the streets, though. I can't believe that the police still haven't reigned in that menace calling himself a Guard. A single service hat hardly qualifies one to fight crime, especially when your only weapon seems to be an impenetrable phallus..."

Kraken couldn't help but start laughing to the statement, bringing his hands to his face to try and keep himself from devolving into a fit of giggles even Lance would be proud of. It was a mean feat indeed, considering that Kraken did something similar in his own downtime, although his modus was infinitely more effective.

Fortunately, nobody seemed to think anything else of it.

"I'm sorry, you said your name is Kraken, yes?" The man grinned, and adjusted the glasses resting against the horn on his face...before he realized that they were still there. "Ah, forgot I had these on." he chuckled, taking them off and slipping a case out of his coat pocket. "A present from when I was still married. Just for show, really, fake lenses...anyways, you're Kraken, yes?" The repeated question couldn't cover up the fact that the dinosaur's voice had strained there, for a moment, but it wasn't commented on. Kraken wasn't interested in the details of the man's past...just yet.

"Yes, I am."

"Ah, good. I don't think we've ever met."

"I'd have remembered if I'd run into someone as good looking." Kraken winked back, unable to hold back a chuckle as he did. "Good to meet you all the same, mister..."

"Just call me Dirk. It's what they call me on the sets, and it's what I'm called by everyone else."

"You're an actor, Dirk?" Kraken putted on a shocked expression, leading to Thyge rolling his eyes and Lance letting off another drunken laugh, Dirk himself getting a larger smile for it. In truth, however, this was all fairly old knowledge to Kraken, and to D'Orca too for that matter.

Ever since it was at young age, Kraken had followed Fallous Corp's magazine, religiously memorizing the stats of whomever was shown with them. He judged muscle, fat, cock, and even butt sizes through this method, slowly learning how to measure someone up with a glance. It didn't often come in handy, but it was still nice for when he had a tailor around and a date to keep, or when he was looking for a conquest for bed.

As such, he knew pretty much every aspect of Dirk's life the magazine was trusted with, ever since he noticed the man was a part of it. He was seven-foot-six; he was a triceramon, but had been married for a dozen years or so to a growlmon before the two of them (amiably) separated; that he was a motorcycle enthusiast as well as a male model; and despite his early-middle age looks, Dirk was actually nearing his 47th birthday. He also knew that the man wore size XL underwear, although that was more from looking the man over in person rather than the magazines. D'Orca likely knew most of these things too, but Kraken wouldn't have been surprised if his brother was too drunk to realize that they were with one of their favorite male models.

Kraken was only half listening as Dirk explained what it was that he did, nodding along as social etiquette dictated. Thyge was still lying on his belly at that point, trying not to look bored at the conversation happening, while Lance and D'Orca had gone back to their drinking game. Everything was in place for the night to turn into a very 'special' event...the only question was, how did he go about triggering it?

"Um, Kraken?" Thyge asked, interrupting both his father and his lover's train of conversation and thought, "Would it be okay if I went to the kitchen, to see how dinner's coming along?" The dracoraptor only needed to take a sniff of the air to agree...teasingly.

"Mmmm...okay, I suppose you can go...but you'll have to pay the toll."

Before Thyge could ask what the toll was, his lips were accosted by Kraken's own. It was a normal kiss, but it was still enough to make the smaller reptile blush, even as he was set down and allowed to disappear into the kitchen.

Dirk refrained from giving a reproving look, but Kraken could tell that he might have misstepped with the kiss.

"Do you and Thyge do that often, Kraken?" he asked, ignoring the chuckles Lance gave as a reply. Kraken nonchalantly shrugged back, and plucked a six pack of beer from the stack, popping one can off and opening it with as much seriousness.

"Sometimes. It's all made in good fun, Dirk, and I don't think Thyge minds it too much." He sipped at - or rather, emptied - the can before grinning down to the father of two. "Besides, he's too cute to not kiss every so often. Lets him know how much I love him...when I'm not telling him anyways." The wink he added to the statement seemed to placate the saurian, for the moment.

"Well, so long as you two are happy with one another, I can't complain. Heavens knows I'm not one to judge." Dirk chuckled as he thought back to one of the racier photoshoots he'd attended in the last year, politely accepting the beer that he was given by Kraken, even before he read the label. "Ah, thank you...ah, Keith's finest. Good taste."

What followed was an impressive sip that rivalled even Kraken's own, Dirk popping the can's top and bringing it to his lips in a motion that proved he was more than just a casual drinker. There was no audible gulp gulp made as the drink vanished into the triceramon's gullet, but he made the beer seem as palatable as plain water, and before long, an empty can was all that was left in his hands.

The idea came to Kraken so fast, he wondered why it was so late.

"Say, Dirk," he started, plucking another can off his four-pack, "How about we place a game? Each of us guesses something about the other, and if they're right, the other has to take a drink."

If the quirked brow didn't give away all that Dirk thought of this idea, then the amused snort certainly did.

"Good Kraken, you're not trying to get me drunk, are you?"

"Perish the thought. I just thought that you'd serve as a better role model for casual drinking for Thyge than...well, mister Pants Party here and Speedos McGee." The giggles that coincidentally followed the statement made Dirk's orange eyes roll, but the argument appealed to him. "Besides, I can tell when I see a man who can hold his drink."

"Well...I suppose we can play it. At least until dinner is done."

Hook, line, and sinker.

The game after that was one of the most one-sided that Dirk had ever witnessed - it was almost like he was against Sherlock Holmes, and he himself was a child fresh from school. Despite his best guesses, Kraken wasn't a porn star like Lance, nor a construction worker as his size and muscles would suggest. The dracoraptor had never gotten into writing, politics or stocks, and he'd apparently never gotten a masters degree despite his obvious intelligence.

Kraken, on the other hand, had correctly deduced that Dirk liked to wear little at home from his uncomfortable stance in his suit, that the way his legs were spread meant he used a motorcycle to get to Thyge and Lance's apartment, and that Dirk had used Rexxo brand body oil. The oil was particularly obvious, seeing as the wipe-downs after photoshoots were spotty at best, and given the hurry he'd been in to get to his sons' place (as also evidenced by the fact that Dirk was still in a suit and not casual clothes) he hadn't been able to take a shower to wash it off. While much of that wasn't exactly top secret, Dirk had to admit, the reasoning Kraken gave was plausibly enough, and so he conceded with three cans of beer...and then another when he realized he'd never admitted he'd been in a hurry.

Dirk had a mighty strong buzz going on by the time Thyge came in with a piping hot platter of foodstuffs, much to everyone's approval. Kraken in particular grinning at how Thyge didn't seem to notice the additions made to practically everything, even when the guilmon took helping after helping. Even D'Orca himself was oblivious, and he probably had more experience with the dracoraptor's spooge than Thyge did.

Plate after bowl after handful of the dinner was eaten by everyone, compliments all around the board being passed to Thyge for his hard work. Not once did Kraken try to take any of the credit for the "creamy" textures that the dip, dressing, and curry all owned, giving his own compliments to Thyge instead. All the gratification Kraken needed for the meal came as soon as everyone had finished eating.

"Urp...well, I'm stuffed..." Thyge sighed happily, rubbing at his round belly under his shirt. He normally had something of a gut thanks to his omnipresent puppy fat, but tonight it was as round and taut as a drum. Fortunately for him, despite their adding to the pyramid-pile of cans, none of the three drunk men in the room thought to try him as one.

Thyge cast a concerned look to his father, though, as he heard another boisterous laugh be added to the giggling pair Lance and D'Orca made up. He had no idea how many the triceramon had drunken down, and he'd been unable to keep up with the questions that his father and Kraken had passed between themselves. Thyge wasn't bothered by the fact that his dad had taken so many beers - unlike some other men, both Lance and Dirk could drink a brewery dry and come away with only a hangover and a full bladder - he was just wondering why. Dirk wasn't a booze hound, unlike Lance at times.

He was also confused by why his pants were so tight, and not just at the belt. Thyge didn't need to glance around to notice that everyone seemed to be having the same problem, which worried him further. What if someone had put Viagra into the canned chickpeas he'd used, before they were canned? Maybe there was some kind of chemical being pumped into the apartment, like someone had done last week (he was still trying to get the cum stains out of his mattress)? He briefly thought if the beer had something to do with it...but then he remembered he hadn't touched a drop.

"Kraken, do you know wha-meep!" Thyge's hands were immediately on Kraken's own, as the dracoraptor tried to take off his pants. "K-Kraken, why-?"

"Awww, come on Thsygy..." Kraken slurred, the continuous rumble in his chest causing Thyge's belly to ripple where it wasn't tight. Thyge could practically see the alcohol in Kraken's breath, as the larger male leaned over himself, whispering loudly to him. "Can, can't have a pants party...while wearing pants..."

"Kraken..." Thyge whimpered, even as his needy erection grew stronger between his legs, unable to stop his lover's hands as they undid his pants' buckle. The guilmon looked around for help from others, even if he was used to (and kind of liked) this kind of treatment by now. What he got was a pair of high end, polyester dress pants flung right onto his face, a 'Bullseye' chuckled by someone he couldn't see.

Thyge was dumbfounded by what he saw next, and he shuddered as he felt Kraken's broad tongue lap at the back of his head.

Now, Thyge wasn't in the dark about the jobs his family took up, and he had even taken part in a few of them; he'd helped manage his uncle's strip-club's stock at one point; catered for his father's photography team when the sandwich van they'd hired didn't show; and he'd even taken part in one or twelve of Lance's porn serials. All that, however, didn't help prepare him for the sight of his father massaging his own groin, powerful cock-head poking up behind the waistband of his white jock, as Lance nuzzled away at his built belly. In fact, he couldn't help but look at the scene, which only grew more surreal as D'Orca leaned in to sniff at his father's groin.

His confusion must have shown on his face, as Kraken snickered and picked him up, slowly moving Thyge closer to the scene despite the guilmon's protests.

"Looook, Thygy...look at your sexy daddy..." Kraken smirked as a finger teased at the guilmon's groin, playing with the foot long erection that lay under the thin material. With his pants long gone, all there was keeping his shaft hidden was a set of boxers that had seen better days, and in Kraken's supposedly boozed up state they were subjected to far more than the rigors of daily usage.

For instance, Thyge honestly doubted the cotton fabric was meant to resist claws larger than most butter knives. He was proven right, when his underpants were torn from his chubby body, leaving his unusually eager shaft to bounce out freely in the open. Lance, who happened to be glancing his way, gave a wolf whistle to the sight, although with his own drunken status it came out in a very wavy manner.

"W-Welcome to the party, Thor..." the growlmon rumbled, before he started laughing at his own mistake, his hands seeming to have a mind of their own as they pet D'Orca's head. "Dude, dude...I think Thor over there wants a go at dad's hammer...look at his onwen, own, on..." Lance soon broke down in another fit of giggles as the massive whale's head was pulled out between Dirk's legs, the likewise intoxicated male chuckling deeply to the hard red endowment.

Thyge, far from used to being the subject of attention in a party, whimpered as Kraken deftly sat him down in his father's lap, Dirk kindly patting his thigh. If it wasn't for the pointedly throbbing erection the triceramon himself had, Thyge might have felt a little comforted by the action. He felt even poorer about the situation as his ass was pet next, and his father spoke.

"Mmm, so, you're the Thor my son talks so much about...good of you to take interest in my weapon..." Thyge groaned as his name was changed again, going from one name of the greek god to the other, the other puns only adding to his discomfort.

"Dad, please, I'm not-mmrph!" He was cut off as Lance pushed himself up off his black chest and pulled Thyge in for a kiss, pulling no punches as his tongue wrestled its way in. Beer on top of curry worked itself over the younger reptile's palette, and he shuddered as the elder sibling's digits stroked over his shaft. The kiss was finished, prematurely, though, as Kraken's own beer-breath washed over Thyge's nostrils.

"Ooohh, looks like mister sex-god here is going to have to chose between weapons..." the dracoraptor hissed, nosing Thyge into his father's lap, till their groins collided. Thyge owned no small hotdog, much to everyone's attention, but even he looked small compared to Dirk's titanic meat...or, maybe Thyge was starting to become drunk on the beer fumes from Kraken, Lance, and D'Orca...he was feeling a little woozy, an-

"Come on now, Dirk, prove you handle better than some clumsy Lance..." was all he heard before his face was mashed with his father's own, red scales pressed tightly against greenish-grey. He looked into his father's eyes, seeing a small apology there, trying to assure Thyge that this wasn't his doing...before Dirk closed them and began to slowly, sensually kiss his youngest son.

The taste Thyge got from his father was inherently different from Lance - while there was still the taste of booze on Dirk's lips, and tongue as it slipped into the guilmon's maw, the taste of lettuce, beet, and cheese gave it a tamer sensation. It was almost calming to the distressed, aroused digimon...well, if it wasn't from his dad, with Kraken pressing them together, and his belly rubbing against Dirk's own cobblestone abs, and Lance rubbing between his ass cheeks, stretching his pucker out like...ooohh, that...mmm, still, dad knew how to kiss...really, really knew...ooh, he didn't know what that was between his legs, lapping at his groin, and his dad's, but it felt...

Kraken's grin was pure evil as he watched his adorable guilmon get swept away in the motions of drunken seduction, casually downing another beer to freshen up his breath a bit. He slipped his hand to his groin, rubbing away at the endowments hidden within, before he popped the clasp and slid down his zipper, sighing as four were released. Kraken stroked them all together as he watched Thyge slowly be fingered by his brother, while D'Orca got both Thyge and Dirk's cocks together with his tongue. To think, when he got Thyge's call, he thought he'd have to sit through a stuffy evening, constantly having to keep himself from playing with his boytoy whenever the need stuck him.

This was clearly much better for all involved. Thyge's meal got to a new level of perfection; Lance got his pants party; D'Orca got to meet Lance; and Dirk would be introduced to the same pleasures that his sons were a part of. Kraken was still getting his goodies, though, and he didn't intend at all to skimp out on any of them.

Pushing his hands down his thighs and into a random corner, ignoring the sounds of the telephone and table being knocked over from his actions, Kraken leaned in and lapped away at Thyge's ass cheeks. His massive tongue, while not as broad and flexible as D'Orca's, was pointed enough to serve as a fuck-tool in its own right, and flexible enough to knock Lance's hand away. That done, it was child's play to work the tip of his tongue to the guilmon's slightly loosened pucker, and to slowly drive the digimon wild.

Thyge groaned into Dirk's mouth, as his cheeks and pucker were spread wide from the intruder, his legs spreading further out as he leaned against Dirk's chest. His foot-long erection sent a long jet of pre into the grooves of Dirk's muscles, D'Orca slathering away to try and get at them. Lance, not to be outdone, went right to the source and shoved his mouth around his brother's cockhead, trying to get in Dirk's at the same time. This in turn led to Dirk, the calmest one there, to let out a great, sexy rumble into Thyge himself, bucking up into his eldest son's mouth. On and on it went, making a perpetual motion machine of pleasure, bliss, need, and lust, each person only adding to the next action and continuing the cycle.

Kraken was pleased to see his skills hadn't diminished at all since the last time he'd done this. He was almost a little sad he wasn't filming this, to see how he did at that time too.

...eh, he'd just host another party at his place and restart it there. He could get everyone drunk faster, and test out his newest toys on Thyge's family too. He'd been fantasizing for a while whether or not Dirk's anus could take his own four, personalized Thors, if not more...

Filing those sexy plans for later, for a place that he could do all he wanted without potentially breaking through into the upper floor, Kraken shoved a bit more of his tongue into Thyge's ass, to prepare the boy for what was to come. The guilmon could usually take a few unprepared cocks to the ass, Kraken found, but hey, it drove the little guy even needier with lust, so why not go an extra step further?

"Umph, why're you still wearing those silly things?" he snickered to his younger sibling, reaching out to pull at the speedos still adorning D'Orca's groin. It didn't take too much effort to pull them off, but by that point the garment was stretched further than it could take, the waistband snapping apart. It was significantly easier to pull them off after that, although by that point he just needed to take off the other side, and the garment was easy to pull off. Although D'Orca didn't mind, D'Orca was as drunk as a submariner, so Kraken made a mental note to buy his sibling three more of the brand to replace it. The whale liked his speedos, after all, and there weren't many that could take four massive erections easily.

Speaking of which, Kraken could only snicker as he watched the four endowments rub themselves against Thyge's back, the dracoraptor giving the shafts a light smack.

"Hey hey, my Thyge. Go help yourself to mister dagger here. I know you've wanted him even more than I have." Kraken's own four shafts - a number which he kept them limited, to for now - throbbed as he shifted himself around so they were directly behind Thyge, and by extension directly before Dirk. None of the three digimon noticed that they were currently facing down at least eight prehensile shafts, although in Lance's case he couldn't really see much given he had two bellies obscuring his view.

In fact, it was only when Kraken pulled Thyge and Dirk apart that Dirk seemed to remember that this was a family meeting, the incestuous kiss having gone on for several minutes that point. The saurian's orange eyes widened as he saw Kraken's four shafts wrap themselves around Thyge's shoulders, one of them slipping into his eager to please maw. Dirk opened his mouth, raised a hand to point to them...and was promptly silenced by D'Orca's own roaming shafts, mumbling something incoherent around one that tried to get into his mouth sideways.

Kraken only snickered and let his brother's drunken ways do as they did, focusing more on Thyge at that point. With one cock buried in his mouth, Kraken directed the other three to other parts of Thyge's form.

One shaft pulled the guilmon's arms back, looping around his wrists like a phallic rope, before going on to his neck and becoming an equally sultry collar, cockhead rubbing under the digimon's red chin. The third shaft slipped between the lizard's legs, forcing Lance's head away and wrapping about both Thyge and Dirk's weapons of arousal...before Kraken pushed Lance's head back down on them again, although Kraken's own cock took precedence to the attention he gave.

The last, rather dully (though pleasurably) was shoved up Thyge's lubed back door, giving Kraken a pleasant moan around the shaft in Thyge's mouth. "Mmmmm, that's good Thygy..." he sighed to himself, leaning back as he let his lusts do all the work, having no worries about anything going wrong at this point.

The apartment was soundproofed (to a degree), the floors were sturdy, and the participants in his little orgy were in no mood to break it off. This wasn't going to be a repeat of the countryside and the barn a month previous - for one thing, they didn't have a certain professional model with them previously.

Glancing back over Thyge to see how things were going, Kraken's grin returned to its earlier evil smirk, as he watched his younger brother fuck Dirk's mouth without any pause. Dirk, for his own part, was taking the event quite well, even if his eyes looked a little glassy; he was large enough that he could take the cetacean's cock into his mouth (albeit only one), and his two hands, no longer holding Thyge's own form, were pleasing the two free ones without too much of a problem. He still had one free cock blindly slapping his form, D'Orca moaning each time the free phallus touched upon something that wasn't occupied, but nobody seemed to mind.

Thrusting his hips, Kraken sighed as his cocks rubbed at Thyge's chubby form, feeling the warmth his soft body gave off. As the shaft at his rump sunk in deeper, the guilmon moaned harder into the cock in his mouth, shuddering as his own shaft was rubbed and slobbered upon. Adding to the fact that his lust was in overdrive, and that his slowly growing hunger for cock was starting to burn as well, and Thyge was coming a hot-pot of need and the desire to please. A perfect little cum dumpster for anyone to use.

Kraken started the evening off by doing just that - with a grunt, the dracoraptor's shafts erupted with a few large shots of seed, splattering the underside of Thyge's face, his throat, and the inner walls of his ass. Lance also got a fair share of it, although seeing as he hadn't fitted his mouth completely around Kraken's cock-head, he was only able to swallow a little before pulling off, getting a proper cum-facial for his trouble.

While this was only the first release of the night, Kraken wasn't satisfied; although he had Thyge moaning where he lay, and Dirk was getting along famously with D'Orca, there was still poor Lance not getting his fair share of sexual-buggery.This was rectified easily, however; knowing from experience how good Lance's balance was, Kraken picked the blackgrowlmon up, and put him upside down. Humming as he allowed another two cocks to slide out of his genital slit and harden between his legs, Kraken wrapped them about Lance's ankles and held him upright solely by the power of his shafts. Making sure that the porn star was still rooting his mouth on Kraken's cock, the dracoraptor kindly reached out and wrestled D'Orca's unattended shaft, directing it down and into Lance's unoccupied ass.

"Never say I've never been a good brother." he smiled to D'Orca, as Lance groaned to the new attention at his back door. Leaving Lance to paw pointlessly at nothing in particular, and petting his adorable Thyge as the red digislut sucked harder about the cock in his mouth, Kraken investigated the last member of the party, a man who he'd not expected at all to see. Even with all the debauched action that was happening around him, from making out with his youngest son to playing with tentacocks while his boys were made to do unusual things with him, the triceramon continued to watch it all happen. Kraken could almost wonder if Dirk knew a cousin of the dracoraptor's, what with the nonchalance.

"So, Dirk, enjoying yourself?" Kraken smirked as he rubbed at the father's chin, another shaft sliding out amoung Kraken's others. "Bet you've never had a family party like this before." Dirk only groaned around the red orca shaft in his mouth, making D'Orca himself fall onto his back from the pleasure it brought him. Kraken acted as though it were a proper answer. "Glad to be the first then!"

He'd stroke the lone shaft of his own as it slowly rose into Dirk's sights, although the triceramon didn't seem to notice anything significant about it.

"Now, see, Dirk, I have a bit of a problem..." Kraken said as he teased the tip of his shaft with one hand, while tightening the shaft about both Thyge and Dirk's own shafts, making father and son groan at the same time, both muted. "See, this shaft of mine has nowhere to go, really. Thyge is occupied, and so is Lance. D'Orca here isn't open for fucking either," he slowly said, gesturing around to the three people around himself, although he was lying through his teeth with D'Orca, given how many times the two of them had "played" with one another while younger. "So could I ask you a small favor?"

Dirk didn't even get the chance to grunt before Kraken interrupted him.

"Excellent! See, I noticed your ass here is vacant, and I know that while your magazine articles said you were strictly a top, I think that I can help...broaden your horizons, a little."

Kraken ignored all the wordless protests Dirk made as he was gripped by his own backside, releasing D'Orca's shafts as he tried to keep Kraken from touching his pucker. D'Orca didn't take this so well, loosely wrapping his endowments about the male-model's arms until his cockheads found themselves back in Dirk's palms. This made it even easier for the evilly grinning Kraken to press his hard cock against Dirk's (presumably) virgin asshole, a spot of pre all the lube that Kraken needed to slowly work it in.

As one might expect from taking a cock up their ass for the first time, in a very long while at least, Dirk wasn't too pleased from the experience. Even while surrounded by the moans of his sons and one of his fans, the triceramon shut his eyes tightly to pain at his rump, trying hard not to clench and make it worse on himself.

Then, a squirt of something warm and wet splattered inside his ass, and the drunk digimon paused, feeling it slowly trickle down himself. Unusually, the pain...stopped, then. It was almost like his ass was totally numb to what discomfort he should have been feeling, instead replaced with...mmm, with a delicious warmth...this, this felt strangely familiar, actually...

"Hmm, should have thought of that beforehand. Sorry Dirk." Kraken grinned, as the same creamy fluid dribbled out of all his shafts. It was a special enzyme that the dracoraptor had developed, a special compound which numbed the pain receptors while relaxing the muscles that surrounded them, making it so much easier to help bring out one's inner slut.

More than once, Kraken had wondered where his powers had come from, given he'd had them ever since before he could remember. Far more often he'd thanked their source simply for how convenient they were for his uses. This was one of the latter times.

Dirk was still kicking around from the invasion of his backside, trying to remember whether it was at the Christmas party or that one time his car had broken down that he'd felt like this, when Kraken shoved his shaft deeper into the man. All of Kraken's cocks grew at that point, actually, inches adding to inches in all dimensions, cocks rubbing against bodies and thrusting deeper into passages light had never seen before. It was all so relaxing for Kraken. Even when D'Orca orgasmed, unexpectedly, and creamed Dirk's hands and face (along with Lance's ass) and kicked a table across the room with a loud crunch, Kraken could only relax.

Why?

Because he was in complete control, and with the music of the three digimon of his life grunting, moaning, and whimpering at his power over them, he knew nothing could possibly go wrong.

How lucky he was that he had three days to work off his stress till his next scheme came up, and that he knew a few methods of keeping Lance's boss off his back as well. Plenty of time for him to get to know Thyge's family so very, very, thoroughly...

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Thyge, Lance, and Dirk belong to Taiko Akito

Kraken D'Waggin and Kraken D'Orca belong to Kraken D'Waggin

Guilmon, Blackgrowlmon, and Triceramon belong to Bandai