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Veemon teased at his plate with the chopsticks in his hand. After a moment of consideration, he dug in for another bite of pork cutlet. He dabbed it in Tonkatsu sauce, popped it into his muzzle, and chewed. He eyed at a barbeque rib, considering it next, before eyeing along the display of varied and diverse foods. He held out long as he could before he looked back up. Across the table, Gabumon and Agumon were staring. Gabumon startled when their eyes met and quickly nabbed a corndog from the table, munching on it with his eyes turned away. Agumon held his gaze with Veemon. His expression was curious, hopeful, excited.

Veemon set down his chopsticks and folded his hands on the table, fingers intertwined. He moved closer, resting his full arms as well.

"So..." Veemon trailed. A pregnant pause built. Finally, he pulled his hands off the table, into his lap. The urge to squirm and fidget from discomfort was extraordinary.

"So... it's your anniversary?"

Agumon nodded eagerly, "Fifteen years!" he proudly proclaimed. His arm lifted and dropped over Gabumon's shoulders, pulling the dog-fur-shod lizard closer. Gabumon grunted, settled into his new position, and pulled the now-bare wood stick from his muzzle.

Swallowing and clearing his throat, Gabumon nodded. "Yes. When we Digivolved to Omnimon, Agumon and I... well, you know what it's like. We had both repressing our interests, feelings. Trying to focus on our Digidestined partner, but... when we fused, our love for one another became one love, and we both knew what the other felt. That is the point in time we became partners. Life partners. Agumon and I had to sort of... choose a date, since Earth and the Digiworld were not synchronized at the time. So we estimated and... Yes. It's our anniversary." Gabumon looked bashful again, realizing he'd taken far more to time than could have by simply stating a 'yes'. He grabbed his soda and drank from it, before digging into more food.

Veemon digested the information for a moment. He looked across the table again- really, an over-abundance of food for three rookies- and back to the couple. Agumon was nosing at Gabumon's cheek and ear region, Gabumon clearly enjoying the affection. It was sweet to watch, how Gabumon's head had tilted away, exposing the area further, the happy expression over his face, with his eyes closed.

"But uh... Last year I walked in on Gabumon and Gomamon. ... And a lot of rope." Veemon quipped, unable to help himself. It had been shocking at the time, and something he could still easily picture. Really, a picture he couldn't easily get out of his head. He still had no idea how Gomamon managed to tie rope with his flippers and claws. Agumon immediately began laughing, while Gabumon turned red as a Tyrannomon.

With Gabumon clearly incapacitated by embarrassment, Agumon managed to quell his amusement and answered, "Yeah. That's sort of normal. Gabumon and I have been together the whole time. But ... Hmm. Well, I am still... involved with Tai. Like, we have sex." Agumon clasped his claws together, as if it clarified. "But I'm partnered to Gabumon, like you are with Davis. What humans would call married. Just, no huge dress or ... all the awful things weddings entail." Agumon had watched way too much Bridezillas.

Veemon tensed, fists forming in his lap. He nodded, though. Trying to portray calm and understanding. After all those years, becoming open about their 'relationship' a year back still had him squirming internally. Whenever Davis and he were compared to ... any relationship, really, those years of pretending it was all just... casual. Bros being bros. They haunted him, in a way. The release of sharing their love, opening up, becoming 'official'. Veemon's heart still fluttered at the memory. But it felt like they had missed out on so much.

Agumon's voice broke Veemon from his thoughts once more. "Well, Matt and Tai are okay with Tai and myself having sex. Matt used to..." there was a brief pause, while Gabumon- less red- looked away. His eyes wandered the table, but he gave up. Instead, he leaned close, pressing the side of his muzzle to Agumon's shoulder. "Play with Gabumon. But now he's only into Tai. He seems a monogamous sort, I guess. Even if he allows Tai to play with me. I think I'm his only other partner, besides Matt. As far as Gabumon and Gomamon, well... Gomamon and Joe might as well be a married couple. But Gomamon plays the field."

Veemon's head spun with all the complex connections. Different levels of relationship. Monogamy. Not monogamy. He couldn't even think of the term of that. Veemon tried to keep it organized, but his idea of normalcy was spinning.

Agumon looked down to his lover. He gave a brief kiss atop Gabumon's head, at his horn base, before looking back to Veemon. "It's sort of like... Anyone is in play as far as Gomamon cares. Sex is just... a thing he does. He always comes home to Joe. But!... Gabumon is his home plate. Gomamon's insatiable when it comes to Gabumon. He takes every minute Gabumon will give him, even if Joe gets all grumpy. But him and Joe are still good after. Honestly, I think it kind of turns Joe on?" Gabumon huffed out, breathing in again. "Anyway. Gomamon is good and respectful that Gabumon and I are together. We come first for one another." Hardly a second passed before Agumon's smile got huge. "And, you know, _come_first for one another."

Veemon was half-sure Gabumon had actually turned into Tyrannomon under his pelt, with Agumon's laughter- at his own dad-level joke- making it worse. It was clear the bashful Digimon was trying to play it cool. And what better way than eating. Gabumon nabbed a handful of mixed nuts and began meticulously picking them by- Veemon assumed- preference. Cashews, until those few were gone, then almonds.

Veemon could only watch for so long before he felt awkward. More so than anything, Gabumon's discomfort seemed to grow with every nut Veemon watched him snack on. To spare both them from the growing discomfort, he addressed Agumon again.

"So. An anniversary feast." He did his best to drop the complexities of the Agumon/Gabumon relationship web. He was left reeling, considering he had been 'secretly' (everyone knew) with Davis for so long. Or- 'not' with Davis, since they wouldn't even discuss it with one another outside special occasions. But, in all Veemon's life, only with Davis. They had only begun to openly discuss (to each other, let alone anyone else) the relationship a year and a half ago. Of course, after the first 'reveal', everyone was free to acknowledge what they had known forever.

Veemon nodded once he had finally escaping his daze of new information. "And..." Veemon paused again. Still trying to find the right words. Not offensive, but his wheels were spinning and finding no purchase towards that. He deferred, "And you're having a feast to celebrate." Veemon paused again. Agumon nodded to acknowledge the statement after the silence had persisted. Gabumon was back to yellow, mostly, and nodded as well, before grabbing a handful of plantain chips. The casino had an incredibly varied spread of cuisine, with such varied dishes on the long table between the digimon.

Veemon just gave up trying not to offend. "... Why did I get invited for dinner? And why are Tai, Matt and Davis down on the casino floor while I'm up here with you two?" Try as he could, the blue digimon couldn't keep confusion and mild concern from his voice.

"Ah yes, that's uh... Well, why you're here! More than just dinner. So..." This time Agumon paused. More than dinner? Veemon suddenly felt on edge, brain racing with possibilities. Gabumon quickly grabbed at a skewer, shoving chicken with ume into his muzzle. Agumon breathed in and puffed at his lover's lack of help. He sat up straight, pulling his arm off his bashful lover.

"Tai, Matt and Davis have their own room to sleep in. And... well, we talked to Davis recently." Agumon put his hands on the table, bowing his head down. Gabumon was quick to clean his skewer, put it in the small bowl for them, and mimic the pose. Agumon continued, "Veemon, we invited you today to... well, invite you, I guess. For our anniversary feast, and movies." Agumon inhaled, his head lifting a little. "And to... play with us. If you want to. The invitation is for whatever you want, anything you'd enjoy, and only that! You're welcome to leave whenever you want, to sleep here without anything going on, to uh... yeah." Agumon was quick to disclaim, but trailed off.

Gabumon lifted himself, looking to Agumon, then back to Veemon. Even blushing, a resolve settled on Gabumon. As shy as he was to speak about such a thing, he was far more eloquent than his partner was. As their eyes met, Veemon found Gabumon's smile was comforting and affectionate. It was almost startling for the blue rookie. Thinking back, he realized it had never happened before, with Gabumon's eyes usually downcast or gazing elsewhere. He realized how similar they were to his own- crimson for him, Gabumon's slightly brighter red.

"Veemon, Agumon and I are both very attracted to you. Not just... physically. Emotionally. We always have been. When you evolved, we just..." Gabumon's chuckle was soft and warm, "I don't think I've met a digimon as beautiful as Flamedramon, or someone like Garurumon as perfect as Raidramon, or a muscle-digimon built to perfection as Exveemon." Gabumon's blush continued, but he fought against the shyness. Agumon added his agreement with a nod and 'Mmmhm!'

Gabumon gave a brief side-eye to Agumon. Emphasizing how uncomfortable he was, and how little the orange reptile was helping. Agumon just meekly smiled. Gabumon let out a sigh before meeting Veemon's eyes again. He was clearly fighting between his shyness and a desire to divulge. After Agumon's lack of help, divulging won.

"You know, Agumon actually popped an erection when he saw Flamedramon. Battle and all, he was just ... infatuated with him."

Agumon was quick to turn and give Gabumon a shocked glare at Gabumon. Mouth hanging open and all. It lasted for a couple seconds before his arms folded over his chest. Gabumon looked over to Agumon, obviously satisfied with the results. Both rookie's cheeks were red now. Gabumon dipped in and kissed Agumon's neck, jaw, before quietly teasing, "You weren't so huffy when I helped you out afterward." So much easier to tease his lover when he wasn't looking at Veemon. A cute whine-growl sound came from Agumon. The orange Digimon was quick to turn and retaliate with nibbles, hugging Gabumon closer to him.

Veemon felt his brain tumbling about like it had been thrown in a dryer. He dumbly stared at the two affectionately teasing and cuddling. He glanced along the massive spread of food. He thought back to Davis, to himself, to his inexperience with digimon, to even his most basic understanding of love. It was a word used so sparsely in his life. But now Gabumon, and Agumon, had it for him.

Veemon broke his silence, interrupting the building kissing between Agumon and Gabumon, by clearing his throat and speaking, "So... It's your anniversary. Yu invited me here to... have sex with you both? Like... I'm your anniversary sex toy? Or.... I should evolve, and Flamedramon is?" The accusatory tone was blatant, sharp and hurt. Only increased by specifying they wanted a form that wasn't Veemon. Both Gabumon and Agumon looked to each other, then back to Veemon.

Agumon was first to lift his hands, palms out defensively, head shaking vigorously, "No! No, not at all Veemon! I mean... No, we wouldn't do that! That's not-" Agumon was abruptly silenced as Gabumon's pelted hand rest over his lips. Gabumon smiled to Agumon, leaving his hand there, then looked back to Veemon. Their equally red eyes locked again.

"Veemon... that is not our intention. I'm sorry we weren't very clear." Gabumon's hand left Agumon's muzzle, and both of Gabumon's paws reached out toward Veemon. Veemon didn't hesitate, a single hand reaching in return. He wasn't sure why. But it rested in Gabumon's paws, feeling the fine-scaled palms, interrupted by a fur pelt strip, the handles to Gabumon's pelt arms.

Gabumon moved his paws, one holding the palm of Veemon's hand, the other cupping over the top of it. Their eyes met again, and all those racing thoughts, frantic fears, and imagined slights shattered, falling away. Veemon felt himself return to the room, to the scents of food and his digimon companions, the pleasant, soft music he had forgotten was playing. And those eyes. He fell into them. But he was anchored by the warmth of Gabumon's hands, plenty hot and just barely damp from holding pelt straps.

"Veemon, we are not asking you to be our sex toy. Not you, or Flamedramon. We do not want to use any of you. As Agumon said..." Gabumon glanced back to Agumon, then returned to Veemon. "We are inviting you... not to our anniversary, not to be our sex toy. To... us. We're offering a... pass, to engage with us, be with us, any way you like. We talked to Davis, and he is okay with it. He feels you might want to bond with fellow Digimon more closely. He actually wrote a letter..." Gabumon looked to Agumon. The orange rookie quickly nodded, going to the counter. He returned with an envelope. Setting the envelope in front of Veemon, Gabumon continued. "Agumon and I... well..." A subtle, distant smile showed from under Gabumon's pelt, in Gabumon's eyes.

"Agumon and I feel a... Connection to you. I don't think either of us know what it is. Sort of like... jogress digivolution? Or like we love each other. Maybe something... paternal. We don't know." Agumon set the letter down on the table, between them all. He cuddled closer to Gabumon, allowing his lover to explain.

"We are courage, we are friendship. As Omnimon, Agumon and I felt both of them. You are both, in a single Digimon. We wanted to be... respectful of your..." Gabumon struggled briefly.

Agumon looked up and back to Veemon, offering, "Relationship with Davis."

Gabumon glanced over, returned, and nodded. "Yes. But since you have allowed us to ... know, and we could engage you, and Davis with it... we wanted to reach out to you. To Davis. Just offer our thoughts on ..." Gabumon trailed off again. Agumon looked between Gabumon and Veemon, then reached over to rest his hand atop the blue and yellow stack.

"Veemon, Gabumon and I love you. We have for ages. Maybe it's something to do with our crests. Or being Digidestined partners. Or Azulongmon knows what. But when you got hurt, we felt it. When you struggled, we pushed for you. But... when it really hit was when you... When Imperialdramon and Omnimon faced Diaboromon. Ever since then, something... Clicked, in Gabumon's head, in my head. It's not just lust. I mean..."

Agumon laughed, and Gabumon's paws pulled away, his face resting in his palms, already knowing what was to happen.

"We are SO hot on you. Us reptile digimon are just... well, reptile, and dragon, I should say. I'm biased, but the hottest, right?" Gabumon shut his eyes, while Veemon rolled his, allowing Agumon to continue. "But it's not for that. It's because... we wanted you to know what we felt, and that we want you to have a place with us digimon to talk, to ... learn, to experience. A support network!" Agumon proclaimed, proud to have found such a phrasing. "Look, we didn't want you here to have sex tonight. I mean, Gabumon and I are SO happy to, if you want! But we invited you here tonight to... to be with us. To spend time with Digimon, no Digidestined, no humans. We got a ton of food scheduled so we can pig out, plenty of our favorite alcohols, a bunch of our favorite movies, the biggest casino suite for two days, and plenty of space to do whatever we want! We even made sure there's two sleeping areas, so you can just vacation and have your own space, no Gabumon or Agumon to bug you, if you want!"

Veemon was still at a loss for words. The Digi-pair exchanged hopeful looks with one another, then looked back to Veemon.

"You don't have to decide right now. Or any time, really." Gabumon offered. "You can read Davis's letter whenever you like. Or not, if you don't want to. Just... make yourself at home, and enjoy yourself. That's all we ask, that you enjoy yourself, however that may be."

Agumon eagerly nodded, adding a soft "Yeah!". Both Agumon and Gabumon nodded to each other, then started gathering food and eating once more. After a few moments, Veemon refilled his plate as well. He poked at the dumplings on his plate, but his eyes were fixed on the envelope. He set his chopsticks down again and reached out, lifting it. Agumon and Gabumon peeked over, but were quick to continue talking to one another about whatever Veemon wasn't paying attention to.

Veemon opened the envelope, sliding the paper from inside it. He wasn't quite sure what to expect. A long letter, detailing permission and rules to have sex with Gabumon and Agumon? A detailed contract of what was and wasn't allowed, and Davis's demands to let it be okay? A waxing love letter asking him to remain chaste?

It was a quick scribbled note. Brief. Davis had taken the time to draw a chibi of his face giving the 'peace' sign next to it. Veemon was really fortunate Davis and he were going into noodles, and not pursuing Davis's art career.

Hey Babe!

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You are the best. Best digimon, best lover, best life partner, best everything in any world. I love you so much I don't know how to say it. But I think you know. But I can't be so selfish as to keep the best to myself. The best deserves more love than one stupid human could ever give.

The last year with you has been better than ever. I'm open to 'us' evolving (Digivolving?). Do anything you like with those two. Experience Digimon in a way I've kept you from, so far. Or just chill. Have the best time!

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Love Davis.

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P.S. - Have FUN. No strings attached. I'm just going to kick Tai's ass in poker and get free drinks! We'll talk after. LOVE you. Would love details after ;)

It was so Davis. A total bonehead that loved Veemon more than the rookie knew possible. Veemon could even faintly scent his lover on the paper. Veemon sniffled and realized his cheeks were wet. He raised his napkin and wiped his face dry. A glance up showed Agumon and Gabumon were respectfully pretending to not notice, their conversation paused, teasing food about their plate. Veemon sniffed again and slid the letter back into the envelope, setting it aside where he knew it would be safe. He knew he'd want to read it again... and again and again. But that could wait.

"So that's why he was acting so funny when he dropped me off." Veemon mused, smiling to the two rookies across from him. They smiled back, but looked unsure how to respond.

"He doesn't usually tell me he loves me so much, or kiss me that long. Not when others are around. I thought he was trying to rub it into Tai and Matt's faces!" Veemon laughed, "But no. He's just... the best." Veemon raised his hand and wiped his eye dry again, smiling widely at the other two.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt. Let's eat!" he cheerfully exclaimed, lifting his chopsticks again. The three worked on decimating the multicultural offerings of the casino's kitchen. Small tidbits of conversation floated about particular dishes, how good everything was, what dishes they missed from the Digiworld, plans to go visit and eat there.

After a bit the voracious consumption only digimon could manage slowed. A lull in the conversation arose. Agumon paused, thoughtfully, swallowing the food he'd been munching on.

"Hey Veemon. We've talked to a few other digimon before, the other Digidestined partners, but... None of them had the experience Gabumon and I did when we jogress Digivolved. What was it like for you and Wormmon? Did you two have any post-Digivolution feelings for one another?" He sat up straighter, "Oh! But of cours,e it's fine if you don't want to talk about it too!" he quickly added.

Veemon paused mid-bite. He lowered it back to the table, tapping his foot against the plate with his chopsticks. Agumon worried for a moment it was a bad question, but Veemon shrugged and smiled. "Yes. But not romantic feelings. We got along as friends really well, and even more so after we became Paildramon. But Wormmon is ... obsessed with Ken. More than any other Digimon I know. As Paildramon, his worry became... our worry. We were obsessed with our partner's safety. It was kind of a... trip I guess. It's not obvious from the outside, and he's a great friend, but ... Maybe insect and reptile-"

"Dragon!" Agumon insisted again.

Veemon playfully glared before chuckling and responding. "Oh stuff it. Just because I evolve hotter than you." Agumon looked genuinely surprised for a brief moment before he smiled at the playful jab. Veemon rolled his eyes, took a breath, and resumed. "Maybe Wormmon and my digital brains are too different. It was so obsessive." He shrugged again. Quickly his hands raised, palms out, chopsticks pointing food at Agumon and Gabumon. "But don't tell him! He's still a great friend! He's a great mon. It's just... I didn't like thinking that way. The longer we were evolved, the more our brains meshed. But it was really jarring at first."

Both Gabumon and Agumon shook their heads, waving their hands dismissively. "We'd never tell anyone. What happens in here stays in here. Well... except what you tell Davis later." Agumon winked at Veemon, the blue Digimon coughing into his hand and looking back to his food. Gabumon bumped at Agumon, glaring, then over to Veemon. The rookie was thinking, chopsticks teasing at his plate.

"Agumon... I have had a question. Something I sort of always wanted to ask, after I learned about your adventures before us second generation partners joined in."

Veemon was looking rather nervous. Agumon just looked curious, tilting his head to the side and waiting for the blue dragon to continue. Finally, Agumon spoke up, encouraging Veemon, "Sure thing. You can ask us anything. I mean... we just invited you into our relationship. We're not looking to hide anything." He finished with a chuckle, sounding hollow and forced.

Veemon nodded and clasped his hands together. His thumbs twiddled with one another, and his eyes turned from Agumon, to Gabumon, to his own hands. He inhaled, nodded, "So... I think this might have... almost happened to me, once. So..." he looked up, his crimson eyes meeting Agumon's green. "... What was it like to darkness digivolve?"

Agumon hardly responded, though Gabumon's eyes widened and he sat up straighter. He looked to his right, to the silent Agumon, before he stood up. "I'm going to get a bottle of sake, back in one moment," before he stepped away from the table.

Agumon turned to watch his lover walk away, then back to Veemon. The orange reptile shrugged, resting his hands on the table. "Gabumon knows, of course. It's something we've talked about. He knows form Omnimon. What was it like..." He remembered back, closing his eyes. "It was cold. So cold. Nothing has ever compared." His eyes opened, meeting Veemon's again. "It was ... kind of like when Leomon died, or Blackwargreymon sacrificed himself. That coldness, that shock, but a thousand fold. But I wasn't mourning losing a friend. It was... me who died. Skullgreymon's first thought was delight at Agumon's death. Then hate. Anger that I ever existed, kept him from being. You know how your mind changes with every evolution? Like... seeing the world through different glasses, from a different point of view. It was just... coldness. Wanting everything to feel the same coldness I did. You know, after that ... I almost sympathized with Apocalymon."

Gabumon returned, balancing a stack of three cups on his muzzle and holding a very large bottle of Sake in both hands. As he set the bottle down, then the glasses, Agumon wiped at his eyes and cheeks. Veemon was barely started to apologize before Agumon lifted his hand. He shook his head, once again smiling. "I'm glad you didn't go through that. It's a part of me, and now Gabumon. If nothing else, it was a great lesson for all of us, and I'm glad I was able to provide that."

Veemon nodded in response, smiling in return. Inside, though, he felt an odd unease. He knew he'd felt a touch of that coldness before. When he was beaten by Veggiemon. Every lash had left him feeling further from himself, further into... coldness. He had a sense of what Agumon meant, at least.

It was true, what Agumon had said. He had felt a lot of what these two had. The heat of Courage, deep in Wargreymon. The passion of friendship that never let Gabumon back down when a friend was on the line. He hadn't thought of it, before. But once they voiced it, he did feel it. The connection to these two, by their crests, or whatever data was at fault. As Gabumon poured sake into the first glass, then the second, Veemon clapped his hands together, clasping them, elbows resting on the table. The act brought Gabumon and Agumon's attention to him. Veemon was again genuinely smiling- playful and eager, hiding the butterflies inside him- he hoped.

"I think I'm in. Davis thinks it's okay, and he thinks it'd be good for me... Yes. I don't know what'll happen, or what I'm ready for. But yeah. Let's try it out!" Veemon decreed. His usual over-confidence, head-first charge into anything.

Gabumon and Agumon both nodded eagerly, "Prodigious!" they chimed, in near synchronicity. They were left giggling, after, before Gabumon nodded happily. "I was going to say... I prefer you chose before we gave you anything to drink. I never want to coerce consent. But if you're sure now... would you like some?" Veemon nodded eagerly. The butterflies could use something to dampen their fluttering.

Agumon spoke up as Gabumon started to fill the third glass. "Okay! So, we just relax and do whatever. Just a hang out, don't even worry about the anniversary thing. But an important step with us, and anyone we play. We have 'stoplight', but our own version!" Agumon raised his fist, claws pointed forward. One lifted, "Vaccine! Everything's good, keep going, or more!" The second claw lifted, "Data! Stay where we are, or slow a little. Quick check in and talk about if everything is okay. And!" His third claw lifted. "Virus! Stop where we are, reverse, talk about what's going on. Counts for anything! Cuddling, sex, kinky things. You can always just say something, but those are our safe words for immediate action. Sound good?"

As Veemon took the glass from Gabumon, he nodded. "Sounds great!", Veemon exclaimed, before he lifted the small glass in his large hand. "To... Whatever this is."

"Whatever_we_ are!" Gabumon interjected, before the three toasted. 'we'- I'm part of a new 'we', teased in Veemon's brain. What they had said earlier felt so right- something had clicked. All three drew their glasses and drained them, before Gabumon started to pour once again.

Hotel staff came in and cleared the meager remains of the huge dinner while the three rookies enjoyed post-dinner drinks. The staff cleared- only to replace with a dessert buffet that rivaled the dinner spread. Veemon eyed the couple curiously, only to learn they had ensured there was plenty of food. In case anyone 'felt like' Digivolving. Veemon, of course, rolled his eyes and huffed in mock offense.

"Everyone wants Flamedramon. I swear, I'm like... a Numemon, and he's the hottest Digimon around."

Both Gabumon and Agumon were amused by that. They suggested gathering their drinks and heading to the couch for a movie. Veemon nodded while Agumon grabbed a bottle of Goldschlager. Agumon's favorite, it turned out.

As they gathered and prepared for their move, Gabumon grumbled, "I know the feel. Everyone's about Weregarurumon. No one wants a chubby lizard in a smelly fur." Agumon spun a quick 180 to kiss Gabumon, startling the yellow rookie. It was a little clumsy, and almost knocked over the half-full sake bottle.

"I want a chubby lizard in a smelly fur! I love my puppy JUST how he is!" Agumon joyfully insisted. Veemon's face betrayed curiosity, and Agumon was all too eager to clarify. "Oh! Oh, yes. Like I said earlier. Weregarurumon and Gabumon are very different. Er, Garurumon's nothing like Gabumon either. I swear the fur takes over, his mindset totally shifts. But this little cutie-" Agumon lifted a hand and tapped Gabumon's nose with a claw, "Is a doggy wanna be. So he's my- our cute puppy!"

Yet again, Gabumon was deep in the 'red' spectrum under his fur. Veemon did his best not to show his excitement, amusement, and eagerness for this new side of his two friends. No... his two new lovers. Potentially.

Gabumon simply stepped past the two, speaking back to them as he made his way to the couch. "Anyway! Weregarurumon is very popular. Matt vastly preferred him to me. So I know how you feel, Veemon."

Veemon grunted, grabbing a brownie and lemon bar, laying them on a napkin, and hurrying behind Gabumon. "Right!? Davis too! I mean... Davis prefers Flamedramon. He never asked me to Digivolve, really. But the preference was clear. Hints and stuff. You know his birthday, every year, I'd go Flamedramon for him to fuck me? And he wanted to fuck my slit! Pretending I was a girl! I didn't even know it would work. Of course, it did..." Veemon snorted, perking with a huge smile. "Oh man. You won't believe... The first time Davis fucked Flamedramon's slit, Flamedramon's dick tip slipped out. It nailed Davis in the nut so hard..."

Veemon couldn't help laughing heartily at the memory. He hopped onto the couch, sitting beside Gabumon. "I mean, I don't like when he gets hurt, but he was like... Teasing that Flamedramon was his girlfriend. Instant karma. And, of course, it's not like I minded actually _doing_it much... It feels amazing. But y'know ... well you two would know! All those guys who tease us slit males. Kinda bugs me."

Agumon snorted as he came over, bottle of Goldschlagger held under his arm, two plates with far too many desserts in each hand. "Oh boy. Wait until you play with the Garurumons. They love their sheaths and external nuts, and are way too proud of them."

Veemon eyed Gabumon, who just blushed and shrugged. "They're... different." Gabumon mumbled before taking a big bite of cookie.

Veemon watched curiously. But Gabumon didn't seem to want to elaborate. Veemon relaxed back into the couch.

"But yeah. Every birthday. And now and then I'd just surprise him with Flamedramon. He'd look like a kid who just got a free pass to the candy bar." He grunted, rolling his eyes. "Damn that Flamedramon. He's so hot." He mocked.

Agumon plopped down- on the other side of Veemon, instead of at Gabumon's side. The blue rookie was a bit surprised being sandwiched between the two. They were sitting so close, all three pressed together in a couch that allowed for far more personal space.

"Well!" Agumon added, "I think you're gorgeous as you are, and as Flamedramon! But don't either of you complain. You've both got proper hands as rookies! I have to go Mega to get real arms and hands!" Agumon emphasized by lifting his arm, wiggling his claws.

Gabumon grunted, swallowing his food. He leaned to Veemon's side, play-whispering, "Ohhh. Wargreymon's fun. He's submissive. That huge, powerful hunk of digi-meat's a sub."

Agumon rolled his eyes far more exaggerated than needed. "Oh. My. Digigods. Let it go Gabumon! So he's submissive. And you turn into a total horn_-dog_ when you evolve. We all change when we Digivolve."

Gabumon giggled, his jaw resting against Veemon's shoulder as he teased his lover across their new addition. His tongue poked out just a bit, before he looked up to Veemon. "The lack of a tail really is weird, though. Never understood how that data change went. Victorygreymon has one, but... Wargreymon doesn't. Weird, right?"

Veemon looked to Agumon for guidance. Agumon was clearly playing the role of being offended, a playful glimmer in his eye as he glared back at Gabumon. Veemon smiled, enjoying the playful, teasing energy between the two. The energy that felt like it was flowing through him to either digimon at his sides.

"So... this is your guys' foreplay?" he teased. "Guess it's better than Davis. Years of just kinda... groping, or one of us got a boner, and... doing it." Veemon laughed, resting his head back against the couch. In a way, he was jealous of Agumon and Gabumon, having a real relationship. His own relationship with Davis had grown so much in the past year, but he felt like he had missed out on so many good possibilities in all the preceding years.

"Nah. This is how Gabumon gets revenge for me turning him into a Psychemon."

"Psychemon is pink, and I blush red thank you very much!... Besides, I hear Psychemon stink." Gabumon defensively quipped.

"But you stink too!" Agumon dug in deeper, smiling teasingly. "That fur's so thick you're like, always sweating!" he tenaciously teased.

Veemon lifted his arm over Gabumon's shoulders, pulling the fur-shod rookie closer. "Well I like how you smell, Gabumon. So joke's on Agumon!" Veemon's smile spread across his face, the alcohol showing in his expression.

Gabumon edged closer, his muzzle nuzzling from Veemon's shoulder, up to his neck. "Well the feeling's mutual, Veemon." Gabumon affectionately murmured, lips leaving a kiss and tongue following for a lick. A long lick, base of neck to jaw. Veemon trembled, his hand clenching into Gabumon's fur. The sensation was so intense, so arousing, it drew a soft moan before Veemon could stop himself.

"I'm going to second Gabumon here." Agumon chimed, pressing against Veemon's opposite side. His clawed paw rest on Veemon's belly, stroking up toward his chest. Agumon's muzzle pressed opposite Gabumon's, the puffs of sniffs far more obvious from the larger nostrils. And the larger tongue! It was so hot, dragging just a couple inches. But in that small motion it covered so much area with its massive size.

Veemon felt both rookies pressed to him, breathing softly against his neck. He felt a heat in his belly he hadn't in years. Excitement, nervousness, uncertainty of what was to come from the impending arousal that made his slit warmer. His brain scrambled, the nervousness peaking, grabbing for any thread of the conversation he could.

"Man, you guys want to know stink, Davis is your guy. That jerk would come home from soccer practice horny as can be, and wanted to go at it right away. We have to shower after sex anyway, he'd say. Ugh. What's worse is I ended up getting into it." Both Agumon and Gabumon lifted their muzzles away, laughing at Veemon's impassioned tirade. Agumon's hand moved from belly to resting at Veemon's hip, Gabumon breaking contact entirely as he sat up again. Suddenly, a pang of guilt hit Veemon. He sighed, remorseful of his panic ruining the moment.

Veemon put his face into his other, using his arm to pull Gabumon closer again. "Sorry guys," he lamented, "This is supposed to be me and you two ... trying things out. And I keep just... talking about Davis."

Agumon and Gabumon's eyes met. Veemon could practically feel data exchange in that brief glance, like Omnimon had left a bit each in the other's head.

"Veemon... that's okay." Gabumon reassured, Agumon nodding in agreement. "Davis is your life. Of course he's on your mind. You're exploring something new, that could affect your relationship with him. You're not here to escape Davis, excise him... none of that. We're here to add to your world, expand it- not reduce his place in it. So don't feel bad. Heck, I always think about Agumon too. Even..." he faltered briefly, "When I'm like... Tied up by Gomamon." he grew steadily quieter as he finished speaking.

Veemon could feel a faint tremble in Agumon. Suppressed laughter at Gabumon's response, Veemon was sure. His right hand was taken in both of Gabumon's, and he felt Agumon's arms slide across his front and back, hugging against his opposite side.

Gabumon's red eyes, just barely brighter than Veemon's crimson, held Veemon's gaze. Gabumon smiled, lifted Veemon's hand, kissing the back of it. He lowered the hand again, looking back up. "I'd love to know how you and Davis started your relationship. What it's been like. Anything you'd like to share."

From behind, Agumon offered a soft, "Mmmmhmm" of agreement. His jaw rested on Veemon's shoulder after, cuddling closer, his front to Veemon's side. "And if he's really hung as Tai thinks he is." Agumon added- having to keep a certain level of brevity.

It was weird. Not weird, Veemon corrected himself. New. Different. Emotional. So very emotional. Even after Davis and he had come out, acknowledging their relationship, breaking the 'L' word for the first time... it was still played like they were casual. No romantic nights cuddled and talking. Veemon felt his eyes becoming wet. But he laughed out. A hearty laugh, that he couldn't stop, for a good while. Gabumon looked part confused, part curious, and all kinds of unsure. Veemon was sure the pelted Digimon thought he'd gone mad.

"It was Flamedramon! Fucking Flamedramon, again." Veemon managed to force out amid laughter. He puffed out and rest his head back, feeling it press against Agumon. "Well, I mean. The first time we had sex wasn't Flamedramon. I was me. But the moment he fell for me? Flamedramon." He closed his eyes, picturing it. "It was the first time I carried him. I had him, like... like you carry a bride in weddings. His arms were around the back of my neck. That moment he fell in love with Flamedramon. He insists it wasn't Flamedramon, but that it was me. My protecting him, caring for him. But he doesn't really understand the... change we experience with evolutions." He snorted and rolled his eyes, lifting his arm to wipe them dry with its back. "Fucking Flamedramon. He's SO hot."

Both Agumon and Gabumon laughed at the story, relating quite easily with their shared experience of Digivolution changes. Gabumon stroked his fingers across the back of Veemon's hand, confessing, "I ... think that's kind of amazing. It's like a movie. The knight, literally in shining armor, scoops you up and carries you away to safety. Who wouldn't fall in love?"

Agumon was quick to chide, "Tentomon. He'd tell you how that wasn't the maximally efficient way to carry someone, and tell you to fireman carry them over your shoulders." Both Veemon and Gabumon broke into laughter at the image- both Tentomon being himself, and Davis slung over Flamedramon's shoulders like a fire-styled boa.

"Y'know, maybe Tentomon woulda been right! After that Davis always swooned when I carried him. But his favorite was always riding on Exveemon's shoulder. He could see further, he felt safe, and he could whisper to me without anyone else noticing. Giving me thanks, or how awesome I am, or cheering me on. Not often, but... man, when he did. Felt like I went jelly inside. And like I could take on the whole Digiworld."

Gabumon was smiling brightly again, looking to Agumon over Veemon's shoulders. Remembering their own romantic moments, the little things they did for one another, for others they engaged with. Gabumon looked back to Veemon. While their eyes met, Agumon's large muzzle rubbed against Veemon's cheek and the side of his neck. Gabumon lifted one hand from Veemon's, using it to stroke the dragon Digimon's cheek.

"Can I kiss you, Veemon?" Gabumon nearly whispered, his muzzle once again tinged with blush. Or flushed from alcohol. That line was starting to blur for all three of them.

Veemon swallowed, mute for a moment. He squeezed against Gabumon's hand that was still in his grasp. "Uhm... Vaccine?"

From behind, Veemon felt and heard Agumon's soft chuckling. But it was hard to focus when Gabumon's face steadily filled more and more of his vision, muzzle approaching Veemon's far shorter one. Gabumon's eyes closed as he tilted his head right. Veemon mirrored the actions, his lips pressing gently into Gabumon's as they met. It was so different. Warmer than Davis. The mix of soft, scaled lips and warm pelt against his muzzle. The smell of Gabumon and alcohol filling his lungs.

Gabumon was a surprisingly aggressive kisser. His hand that had been on Veemon's cheek now explored Veemon's chest, above where Agumon's hands were wrapped around Veemon's belly. Gabumon's lips were first to part. Veemon's eyelids opened just a little as tongue filled his mouth. So very different, again. Davis's was so small and weak in comparison. Gabumon's tongue explored Veemon's mouth in places that had never been before. A minute was gone in a second, Veemon's heart thudding, barely registering the change in time as the kiss broke. Gabumon slid back, until his chest was against Veemon's thighs and his head was resting atop Agumon's arms. He was looking up at Veemon with a dreamy, afterglow-like expression. Veemon guessed he was showing something similar.

Agumon's claw came up, teasing Veemon's chin. "Looks like you liked that. That's good. Gabumon's real big on kissing."

A blush, and tiny nod from Gabumon, confirmed it. Veemon was still at a loss for words. He had always thought being with a digimon would be so different than a human. He wasn't wrong. Not necessarily better, but... so intense, and so different, from what he'd been doing for years.

"So... tell us more about you and Davis." Gabumon chirped from Veemon's belly.

Veemon's head was still swimming. Once he could finally gain some semblance of coherence, he leaned back. With the back of his head on Agumon's shoulder, he could look to the side and meet eyes with Agumon. He felt he had to check, to give equal attention. But Agumon looked just as happy as Gabumon.

"And if his dick really is huge." Agumon murmured again. Evidentially it hadn't been asked to tease. Veemon rolled his eyes and huffed, "Yes. He is. It's a freakin' weapon."

"Hah. Knew it. Tai's going to be so jealous." Agumon reveled in satisfaction.

Returning to Gabumon, Veemon thought back. "Me and Davis..." Veemon trailed for a moment. "... Flamedramon got to fuck him now and then. Davis took it all, too. Sore for days, but that boy... he'll charge into any challenge head first. Oh man! He got Exveemon off a couple times too! Now THAT was crazy." Veemon struggled to get it out from laughing at the memory of a Frigimon-Davis. Both Agumon's and Gabumon's expressions showed genuine surprise- and blatant need to know.

"Story time!" Agumon insisted, squeezing around Veemon gently. Veemon quelled himself to a giggle, then told them about it. There was a good hour of sharing stories- a couple more sex ones, but mostly just relationships, things they'd gone through, exchanging romantic histories between Veemon and his new lovers.

As the conversation started to trail off, Gabumon sat up and stretched. "Bathroom break! Then... I want another brownie, a bottle of rum, and how about a movie?"

"Let me guess. Campy horror?" Agumon teased Gabumon. As Gabumon walked away, he gave double thumbs up above his head. Veemon couldn't help glance. His arms up like that, the pelt had lifted higher off Gabumon's tail, showing a pleasantly padded butt. Agumon rolled his eyes, scooting back on the couch. "I could drain some data too. You want anything?" He inquired, standing and stretching.

Veemon couldn't help but notice a little glistening between Agumon's legs. All three had gotten a little excited, on and off, over the last hour, slick remnants evidence of it. Veemon tried not to stare, instead looking to the table.

"... Macaroons! Please."

Agumon nodded and followed the path Gabumon had taken. Alone for the first time since early afternoon, Veemon rubbed at his face and shook his head a little. It all felt like a fantasy. So surreal- far too awesome to be something really happen. But it was real. It felt real, even the faint buzz and tingle to his cheeks from the alcohol. Looking down, Veemon found his excitement had been considerably more productive than Gabumon or Agumon. He dragged a thumb along the trail that had dribbled from his slit. Down his slit, taint, and tailhole, and tail just beyond that. He licked the collected fluids of arousal off his thumb, then paused with it between his lips. He was so sensitive down there, so eager. He wasn't sure how long he'd manage to resist his hunger for his new lovers.

Only thirty minutes. That's how long he resisted. Agumon had returned with some candied nuts for himself, a napkin with a few macaroons for Veemon, and Gabumon had his brownie mostly eaten by the time he sat back down. And rum. They'd each taken a glass, sipping the high end distillation. Veemon started to feel it after twenty minutes. And the heat. Three digimon piled together, even rookies, was a lot of warmth. Agumon was cuddled against his side, arm over Veemon's shoulders, the other stroking atop Gabumon's head. Said head was in Veemon's lap, pelt only making Veemon hotter, to the point he was sweating a little. Veemon's hands rested against the digimon, one on Agumon's thigh, the other on Gabumon's belly. Over the course of thirty minutes, his hand had migrated occasional circles over the belly, or back and forth along Agumon's tail.

Thirty minutes in, his hand was more trailing than circling. Small movements, mostly downward. As his fingers stroked groin, teased just at the top of Gabumon's slit, Veemon swallowed. The heat of two rookies against him wasn't the only reason he'd started to sweat, nervousness fluttering inside him.

"Mmmmh?..." Veemon quietly sounded. Almost like he was scared for Gabumon to hear him, to actually start anything. Gabumon's eyes looked from the screen up to him. A smile and thumbs-up gave Veemon all the permission he needed, and Gabumon's eyes were back on the movie. It was some sort of horror movie with some outlandish monster- Humans still made those up, instead of using the actual outlandiss: digital monsters they saw every day. That's about all Veemon knew. His eyes were fixed down Gabumon's belly, where his blue fingers teased across Gabumon's slit.

It was slicker than earlier. Veemon noted to test his idea that Gabumon really liked belly rubs again later. Now, he had a singular fixation. In the light of the movie shadows were deep and the light pale, colors washed out. But there was enough light that Veemon could see as his two finger tips traced down along Gabumon's slit, spreading the slick fluids along the slit lips.

Gabumon's scent was thicker, richer as Veemon teased. His fingers stroked top to bottom, just feeling along it. The slit was longer than Veemon's own, and the fluids it leaked thinner. Though Gabumon's head was still turned to the TV, his eyes were half closed. His breaths became stronger, little moans escaping among them. Veemon swallowed again, his fingers zeroing to the middle of Gabumon's slit. He gently worked his middle and ring finger side to side, working the slit to just barely spread. Gabumon's inner flesh looked purple in the TV light, but Veemon figured it was probably pink. Darker than his own. Teased open, fluids dribbled freely. Veemon pushed forward, two fingers slowly sinking in, as he would do to play with himself, or Davis did to tease and warm up Veemon.

Gabumon's breath turned to a sharp inhale, his eyes closing and back pushing up. Veemon caught Gabumon's teeth nibbling his lower lip as Veemon's fingers steadily sunk in. Hot. So very slick. Inside wasn't nearly tight as his own, and when he found Gabumon's shaft, he found it to be firmer than his own when internal. Hilting, Veemon could freely move his paw up and down, dragging his fingers from the lower edge to the top of the slit, teasing against one side of the member going up, the other going down. Gabumon's eyelids were tight shut, his hips pushing slowly thrusts up against the hand working him.

Veemon started to slip his fingers part way out, then press back in. Veemon's mouth was hanging open, his own breaths panting with excitement. He hadn't lied earlier. He was really into Gabumon's scent. And it was now perfuming the air. So entrancing, so arousing, a rich spice and the scent of horny digimon, a sweaty tinge to it. Mid-way pulling his fingers out, Veemon startled, shoving his fingers to hilt in Gabumon when Agumon's arm draped over Veemon's shoulder. It earned a delightful whine of pleasure from the squirming yellow reptile.

Agumon's muzzle caressed against Veemon's cheek on the opposite where Agumon's arm rested. He was quiet, hushed just below a whisper, as he guided Veemon.

"He can take another. You might manage all four. He cums internally really easy. Sometimes I think his inner slit's even more sensitive than his shaft."

There was something surreal to it all. Being coached by his hero, the digimon's shoes he had filled. Coached to pleasure said hero's lover, another idol of Veemon's. Veemon pulled his hand back slowly, until it was free. His fingers were dripping. Gabumon's slit fluids might be thinner than Veemon's, but they were also far more copious, welling out as Gabumon squirmed, wordlessly pleading to have those fingers again.

"Please..." came a hushed, pleading whimper. Veemon thought he might cum right there, just from the scents, sight, the auditory pleasure of hearing someone plead for him.

Quieter than even before, so Veemon could hardly hear him, Agumon whispered once more, "He's your puppy now too."

The instruction rang out to Veemon. His pointer finger slid in, his ring and middle finger at the bottom of Gabumon's slit, pointer near the top. He pushed in again, the passage much tighter around three fingers. One finger slid atop Gabumon's shaft, the other two below; the added girth of shaft only adding to the tightness, stretching Gabumon further.

Pleading whimpers were interrupted by a sharp gasp when Veemon twisted his two fingers, spreading Gabumon's slit with them, rather than stacking them atop one another. Gabumon's slit lips now gaped open between the fingers, a little above and below. Drawing back, shoving in again, Veemon started to get a little rough. The slickness made it so easy, despite the tightness, to work fingers in and out, quickly hilting each time. Spread open, the slick, wet interior echoed out wet, lewd sounds along with wafts of Gabumon slit and cock musk.

"That feel good, puppy?" Veemon finally loosed that weapon Agumon suggested. And to delightful results.

Gabumon's eyelids popped open, eyes full of surprise. Immediately he gasped, and, "Arf!" Gabumon barked out, loud and proud. It was immediately followed by, "Cumming!", though he was late. The unexpected tease, the way Veemon so expertly fingered him, Gabumon didn't even have time to warm before his orgasm hit. He was already gushing cum out between Veemon's fingers when he said it, too late to do anything. Veemon kept finger-fucking Gabumon's slit and teasing his internal, spamming and ejaculating cock. The scent of Gabumon's cum was sharp and pungent, matching the new far-louder sounds of wet, squelchy finger-fucking.

Gabumon's hands quickly grabbed onto Veemon's arm, fingers digging in with each spasm and swell of cum pouring out Gabumon's slit. It squashed under Veemon's palm, oozing to coat Gabumon's groin, dribbling down to Gabumon's tail slit, off either side of the yellow tail below it.

"Keep going." Agumon whispered, nuzzling and kissing at Veemon's fleshy horn, cheek, neck. Veemon did so, even as Gabumon's fingers dug in harder, his slit clenched tighter. And cum just kept oozing out, as Gabumon's orgasm drew out longer and longer. Veemon watched in shock and lust as such a mess was freed by a single rookie's orgasm.

A weak, breathy, "A... arf..." trailed off Gabumon's lips. Agumon chuckled and licked across Veemon's neck, squeezing gently. "That means his orgasm's ended. But keep teasing as long as you like. I've made him blow twice tongue-fucking his slit. He'll whimper, but he loves it."

Veemon looked back to Agumon. His hand was already slowing. He looked back to Gabumon, who's whole body was tensed, his breaths short and shallow. Veemon gave a few more strokes before he pulled his fingers out. He lifted the paw to his lips. He sniffed, the fertile cum scent so strong it was dizzying. Veemon licked his fingers clean, the mellow taste paired with a faint spice of reptile. The taste stuck in his throat in a delightful way.

Gabumon laid back, his hands freed from Veemon's arm, tucked up to his chest like a dog. Veemon rest his hand on the couch back, leaning over Gabumon. Closer and closer. He entered the humid miasma at Gabumon's groin, breathing it in. Opening his- thankfully huge- mouth, he engulfed Gabumon's groin. He sucked, nearly choking as his mouth filled with cum. He hadn't realized so much was still in Gabumon's slit. He swallowed nosily, sucked again, getting nearly a second mouthful. His tongue lapped the yellow, finely-scaled flesh clean, sinking once into Gabumon's slit to savor the feel and taste within.

Gabumon was weakly whimpering and moaning, but he stayed still. Veemon didn't want to feel too mean- Davis hated it when Veemon kept going after orgasm- so he backed off and sat up.

"... Wow. That was... Wow." Veemon stumbled over his words.

Agumon laughed, a paw rubbing at Veemon's back. "Yeah, he's always like that. I tried to get him pent up for today, so there'd be even more! But uh... we're bad at that. We didn't last, ha ha."

Veemon shook his head, looking back. "Jeeze. The couch would have soaked through!"

Gabumon nodded a little. "Yeah, don't want that... You guys wanna go to the bed?" he asked quietly, his breaths still a little fast. Gabumon was properly sweaty now, his pelt getting damp- and Veemon was feeling it too.

"Sounds good to me..." Agumon chirped. "Veemon, how're you doing? Feeling okay with all this?" he continued, as Gabumon got up and sorted himself, using the napkins from their desserts to wipe up all the cum on the couch. They were woefully inadequate. Gabumon grunted, stood up, and used the napkins to keep from dripping on the ground on his way to the bathroom.

After watching, Veemon eyed the mess left behind. He turned to Agumon. The orange Digimon had a flush to his cheeks as well. Clearer now that the movie was over, the bright title screen illuminating. Veemon wondered what balance of horny and drunk Agumon was. The dopey, horny smile the orange Digimon had didn't give much information to that balance.

"I'm pretty sure this is a dream, I've died and gone to Digiheaven, or..."

Agumon giggled, leaning in. He interrupted, kissing Veemon briefly. Unlike Gabumon's kiss, Veemon wasn't quickly invaded by tongue. It was just a soft, lingering kiss, breaking soon after it started.

"Or you're a very special Digimon, who is very loved by an Agumon and Gabumon. And who's going to get to do this sort of thing all the time."

Veemon's head swam at the scenario. The truth, he told himself. Agumon's big muzzle had tucked under Veemon's chin. The blocky snout rubbed at his chest, neck, shoulders. To mild embarrassment, Veemon realized he was being sniffed. And it was only worsened as soft little puffs and moans peppered those sniffs.

"... such a hassle. If guys knew what it was actually like to cum this much." Gabumon was mumbling. Veemon glanced back from the corner of his eye. Gabumon had just gotten back, a bath towel in paw to scoop and soak up all the cum. Noticing he was being watched, Gabumon looked up and smiled. "Not you, of course. I'm... Uhm..." Gabumon trailed off. He wiped up the seed, rolled up the towel, and dropped it to the floor.

"Veemon. I'm... so happy. You have no idea how badly I've wanted to feel your touch, to be with you and Agumon. To see... well. You looked so happy when you were over me." Gabumon was proper bright red again. His need to confess at odds with his shy demeanor. Veemon felt his own face getting reddening as well.

"Digigods. I could sniff you forever, Veemon." Agumon had finally finished, lifting his head up. He looked to Gabumon, smiling dumbly. "Hungry, sweet puppy?". Gabumon flushed, toes curling against the floor. A small, curt nod made Agumon coo happily. Agumon pushed up off the couch, taking Veemon's hands and helping him up.

"Then let's go!" Agumon exclaimed. He crouched, leaned forward, and easily scooped Veemon up onto his shoulder. Veemon watched as the couch retreated, carried backwards to the bedroom. He had no idea how to react, what to say, if he should protest. In a way, it was nice. It was hot. Agumon had such raw physical power for a rookie.

Once in the grand bedroom of the master suite, Agumon set Veemon down at the edge of the bed. Agumon headed to their smallest luggage- the 'rookie bag, he later found out- rummaging through a compartment. Gabumon came to stand before Veemon, brushing their muzzles briefly together. His hands rest on Veemon's thighs, the yellow Digimon smiling.

"You were ... SO good at that. You've really never been with another digimon? I mean... your and my slits aren't very similar." The lusty, love-drunk and drunk Gabumon practically purred.

Veemon bashfully fidgeted. He wasn't used to being praised so lavishly. "N... no, just myself. And Davis. I mean, Davis obviously doesn't have a slit, but uh... Well, Agumon was giving me pointers too."

Gabumon chuckled softly, rolling his eyes, before moving in again. His nose to Veemon's nose spike. "I could hear him, silly. You just... knew what to do. A natural at it. What a package. A hottie, a great scent, a wonderful kisser, loving and sweet... and naturally good at-."

"Using a puppy!" Agumon spoke over Gabumon, tugging the Gabumon to stand up again. A dark blue, nylon strap descended over Gabumon's head. It took a moment for Veemon to recognize a dog's collar. At front hung a yellow fire hydrant tag, "Puppy" across the arms. Agumon was careful to slide the collar between Gabumon's pelt and neck. The collar pulled tight, just against Gabumon's skin, when Agumon clicked the clasp closed.

His job done, Agumon headed from behind Gabumon and sat next to Veemon. He reached over with both hands, lifting the smaller rookie again. He pulled Veemon over, nestling the blue digimon into his lap. Veemon's tail rest over Agumon's thigh, going past Agumon's belly and resting against his hip. Agumon helped slide Veemon's legs over his own thighs so Veemon's legs were spread real wide, his slits both exposed, just a couple inches above Agumon's.

"Jeeze, Agumon. I can move on my own you know." Veemon grumbled, having to look way back to see Agumon, a little shorter than himself in the position.

"I know. But you're so cute, and fun to Digi-man handle!" the orange Digimon teased. "Besides, puppy's hungry! Don't want to leave him waiting."

In front of Veemon an 'arf!' sounded out. Veemon looked forward again, only to find Gabumon on his knees in front of them. His hands lifted to rest on Veemon's thighs, while his muzzle dug further down. Agumon moaned softly as Gabumon's muzzle disappeared below Veemon's groin. Vigorous, eager sniffing could be heard. Veemon could see Gabumon was moving about by how his horn shifted this and that way.

"You okay with him eating out your slit and ass? Gabumon's pretty orally fixated. Kissing, eating out, sucking dick." Agumon spoke so lewdly, with the slightest slur, like it was casual conversation.

Veemon nodded in response, relaxing back against Agumon. "Sure, yeah. I don't miiiiiii ah!" he squeaked out as Gabumon's muzzle roughly nuzzled into his taint. Gabumon was taking the puppy role to heart. He nuzzled and sniffed eagerly, the way Veemon had seen dogs do in the human world. Veemon wasn't sure how it worked- if Gabumon could smell through his pelt, or the black nose pad on the pelt worked somehow. Whichever it was, the black nose was cool and grinding into his taint. Up to his slit, then slowly down to tease at his tail slit. After a couple trips, Gabumon dipped back down to Agumon's groin.

Wet sounds ensued. Veemon wasn't sure what was going on, the angle keeping it out of his sight. He was sure Gabumon's eager tongue was surely working over-time, with the sounds Veemon could hear from below and the way Agumon shifted behind him. Agumon's groans only made Veemon more eager for his turn. He waited, his toes curling, splaying, stiff tail thumping against the bed and Agumon's thigh.

When his turn did arrive, it was sudden. Gabumon's wet lips and pelt fur were shoved against his pubic area, muzzle locked in a kiss against Veemon's slit. He was sucking gently, cleaning the fluids from Veemon's slit lips. Then the tongue licked across them, again, over and over. Each lick had more pressure backing it, until one sunk in. Veemon arched, savoring every second of the eager tongue work. Sloppy tongue work, as Veemon felt drool dribbling down along his taint and tail slit, off Gabumon's chin. Gabumon's tongue worked in and out of his slit, dragging against the walls with the slick bottom against his shaft, or reversing and coiling the textured top of his tongue around Veemon's cock flesh.

Even though Veemon had practice, and great control, he couldn't help it. His dick was pushing out, and fast. The couple of inches- half his shaft- that got into Gabumon's muzzle were sucked hungrily, lips tugging at slit and exposed length. Veemon was just getting into the intense pleasure when it was suddenly gone. That pelt nose pad worked down along his taint, sniffing his tail hole again. Suddenly a tongue was inside him again, inside the rear slit.

Davis had eaten Veemon's ass plenty of times. But this was entirely different. Gabumon's tongue sunk so deep, teasing places Davis's never could. Each push in, it teased all sorts of new areas. Each drag out worked right on Veemon's prostate. Stuck as he was by Agumon's positioning, his hips tensed to thrust every grind against his prostate. Agumon's licks and nibbles at his shoulders and neck hardly registered with Gabumon's intense work. But, all things come to end, and those lips and tongue disappeared again.

"Hmm... Well, Veemon's got length, but Agumon's a tiny bit thicker. At the base. Maybe. Agumon's a lot more tapered than Veemon."

Gabumon's voice was unexpected, but once it finally made sense, Veemon huffed. "Seriously? You wanted to compare them?"

That got a good laugh out of Agumon. He stroked his clawed paws up and down Veemon's front. "Aww come on! I was curious! We got the same crest, I had to know! But looks like your dragon type kicks my reptile type butt."

Veemon rolled his eyes and huffed. He was about to say something about Davis's huge cock, but he paused. A smile broke on his muzzle, his tail thumping against the bed a few times.

"You want to see a real dragon dick?... How about I Digivolve? Flamedramon has more than enough for both of you and then some." Veemon extolled proudly. While they weren't quite the same- his data was in Flamedramon, and a part of that dick, after all.

Silence stretched for a couple moments, as Agumon and Gabumon were both waiting for the other to answer. Agumon took charge. His muzzle nosed along the triangular ridges on Veemon's back.

"We told you Veemon. We love you. The form doesn't matter. Sure, Flamedramon's hot. So are you. I mean... Look at you! You have two rookies literally drooling over you."

Veemon considered the answer briefly, before looking down. Gabumon was looking down, at Agumon's feet or tail. Veemon smiled, his toes giving a wiggle to see if he could catch that attention. It didn't work. So he resorted to plan B.

"Puppy. How badly do you want some Flamedramon?"

Gabumon's head perked up immediately, like the word itself was tied to his reflexes. "Arf!" he quickly responded, but there was a pause after. His head dipped down a little as he thought about it. Veemon looked back at Agumon, who also looked unsure.

"Well then. I suppose I'm just going to evolve, climb into this bed, and jack off my huge Flamedramon dick since no one else wants it." Veemon teased with a sharp, playful smile. He slipped up and off Agumon, showing he was far less restrained than he had played, and headed to the desk where their Digivices were. When he looked back, both the rookies were watching him. A cocky smile showed on his lips, Veemon's dick flexing as it dripped pre onto the ground. He tapped the Digivice's buttons, bringing up his egg of courage.

Activation was quick and over just as fast after so many years of practice. Veemon's data destabilized, shifting, growing, reordering, and expanding as the Digiegg's data was incorporated. As everything stabilized, the world formed before him again. Different. Flamedramon looked over Agumon and Gabumon. He smiled, setting the Digivice down. He took time, casually removing his armor, stacking and organizing it in the chair. He turned and strode to the bed, comfortably naked- spare some of the black leather straps- and confident. His arousal had lasted through his evolution, and now stood before him, proof of dragon virility. Large as it was, the ripples along it, slightly tapered tip, and gape of a dribbling cum slit really made it intimidating.

Once he was back at the bedside Flamedramon flexed his shaft. The tip yawned and ripples swelled, oozing thick, vicious pre. Sticky as it was, it was copious enough to dribble and drip down, landing atop Gabumon just as Flamedramon had intended. If the two liked his scent, they were stuck with it now. As Davis had always said, the fire dragon was 'spicy', and it became predominant in the space around them.

Both rookie's eyes were on Flamedramon's cock. Agumon was the first to speak, as usual.

"Wow."

Not much of a response, but one that fueled Flamedramon's pride nonetheless. He rumbles happily, "Thanks. Ah, a downside to Digivolution. Increased data and size really kill a buzz fast." He reached down, stroking Gabumon's cheek. "Puppy, go get a few bottles of booze, alright?"

Gabumon's blush was prominent again. He had not moved, just kneeled there, letting pre steadily drip onto him like a cum rag. The caress made him shiver. He eagerly nodded, only giving an "Arf!" before he hopped up, scampered off, faster and more eager than Flamedramon had seen so far that night.

Once Gabumon was out of sight, Flamedramon turned and moved over Agumon. His hand pressed to the rookie's chest, pushing him back to lay on the bed. Flamedramon towered over the smaller digimon. He could see the thrill it gave Agumon, who's shaft flexed with eagerness. The smaller digimon was excited. But not as eager as Gabumon.

"So, Agumon." Flamedramon brought in both hands, exploring and stroking Agumon's body, from shoulders to hips and knees. Never to Agumon's twitching shaft. "Tell me. Gabumon's clearly infatuated with my form. What does he want? And... Maybe less so, but... Your heart is beating so fast. Your dick is so stiff." Flamedramon's paw went along Agumon's gut, finally wrapped around his twitching, tapered shaft, and started stroking. "What are your Flamedramon fantasies?"

Agumon was squirming beneath Flamedramon's touches. One of Flamedramon's hands held tight on Agumon's chest, keeping him in place. The other easily engulfed Agumon's entire shaft, pumping it up and down. Steadily, but just barely too slow. Not enough for Agumon to cum.

"G... Gabumon wants you to fuck him. He... jeeze, he can take it. Even huge as that is." Agumon stated quietly, eyeing the intimidating shaft once more. "Like, just shove it in and ravage his ass. OH! And sit on his face! He's really into that. Even has me do it as Greymon sometimes."

Flamedramon nodded at each bit of information. His thumb teased the belly of Agumon's shaft, squeezing here and there, stroking from base to tip, only to repeat it. The ridge near the tip making Agumon squirm wonderfully. After a few trips, he purred out, "And you? What do you fantasize about with me, Agumon?"

With his question complete, Flamedramon started to stroke Agumon's shaft again. The reptile digimon was sweaty with the arousal and play, and his shaft had a wonderfully slick lubrication, much like Flamedramon's own, but less copious. And a little thinner, like Gabumon's. At least Agumon's was sticky, like his own. Only a few strokes in, Agumon whined out.

"I just want to smell you, taste you... cuddle you. W... what I really want... is to see you... ohhh..." he broke into a moan as Flamedramon's thumb worked the tip firmly. "See you fuck Wargreymon. He wants it so bad... and I can't dominate him. I just want to see pictures or video of you wrecking... him... close, Flamedramon!" Agumon whimpered out in warning.

Flamedramon's reaction was quick. His paw kept holding Agumon down, but the other left Agumon's shaft entirely. It twitched, flexed for a bit, relaxed, and did it a few more times. But nothing spilled free. Once that finally stopped, Agumon whimpered out in frustration.

"Oh... wow... I don't think I've ever been that close and not gone over. It's so..." he closed his thighs, squirming. "So good, but... I need to cum so bad now." Flamedramon had never fancied himself a sadist. But boy, was it fun to do.

Keeping up the tease, Flamedramon chuckled. "Wait until Gabumon's back. You can handle it." With that, he leaned over. A hand rest on either side of Agumon's head. Flamedramon lowered himself in, until their lips were just barely touching. He rested there, teasingly letting them brush, before he kissed Agumon. It was gentle again, soft and affectionate. Their lips caressed one another, tongues just barely poking past to brush against one another. Playfully teasing, but not reaching the passionate level that Gabumon had earlier.

Their attention only shifted when they heard a quite 'arf' nearby. When they looked over, Gabumon was obediently standing with a tray of various alcohols. Flamedramon stood up once more, leaving Agumon laying, stiff and leaking, on the bed. Flamedramon walked over, taking the tray from Gabumon. In the exchange, the tip of Flamedramon's shaft mushed against Gabumon's nose briefly.

"Get on the bed, puppy. Lay on your back, right in the middle, with your hands behind your head." Flamedramon instructed, while moving the alcohol to the end table just next to the bed. He arranged everything carefully, so they could grab bottles without worrying about spill. Really, he wasn't even sure they would need more that night. It was nice to have it available, in case- and the perfect excuse to get Gabumon out of the room for Agumon's interrogation.

By the time all the alcohol bottles were set and ready, Gabumon was in position on the bed. Agumon had rolled over, sitting and watching from the foot of the bed. Flamedramon climbed onto the bed and walked on his knees over to Gabumon. He reached the hand still free of slit fluids and precum to rub Gabumon's belly, cooing sweetly, "Good puppy. Such a good puppy."

Gabumon started squirming, several soft 'arfs!' sounding from the blushing rookie. Flamedramon's hand traveled upward, taking the fire hydrant tag and jingling it. "Such a cute puppy too!" he lauded. Trying to build up that head space for Gabumon. It seemed to be working too, as a pleasured whimper escaped Gabumon.

Setting Gabumon up to enjoy his puppy play- only to suddenly shift, turn, and sit. Flamedramon's knees on either side of Gabumon's chest. His shins were pinning Gabumon's arms where they lay. Then he just tucked his tail down, atop Gabumon's head, and sat back. A single 'arf?!' was muffled, then silence. Flamedramon could feel Gabumon desperately nosing around. The sudden shift in position, his field of view nothing dim blue and white, the sudden rush of pheromones and masculine scent filling his lungs left Gabumon's head Spinning. But confusion gave way quickly to passion.

Gabumon's muzzle was wiggling up and down under Flamedramon's tail, mirroring the movements of his eager tongue. The pink muscle slid out along Flamedramon's taint, all the way to the tip of his spread male slit. It dragged all the way back, past Flamedramon's tail slit, to the very root of his tail. A couple passes followed that path before Gabumon zeroed in on his target. His tongue licked fervently at Flamedramon's rear entrance, occasionally with a nuzzling and sniffing or kissing mixed in. Soon enough, that tongue was licking deep inside with the same hungry passion it had for the outside. Flamedramon rest there, his legs supporting a good bit of weight to make sure he didn't hurt Gabumon.

Agumon was nearly upon them by the time Flamedramon noticed his approach. Between keeping sure to add only so much weight, and the tongue working beneath his tail, Flamedramon was rather distracted. Agumon had a big smile on his face, playful but mischievous. Both his hands rest on Flamedramon's chest, caressing down his blue and white torso.

"You're gorgeous." He sighed dreamily, eyes going down the smooth, creamy white of Flamedramon's torso, only interrupted by the intimidating pink shaft throbbing free of Flamedramon's slit. Agumon eyed over its pleasant shape, to the tapered tip, admiring the way the pink went from pale near the tip to darker at the slit. As his eyes traveled back up, so did his hands, back to Flamedramon's chest.

"You're going to make Veemon jealous, Agumon." Flamedramon playfully chided, returning that playful smile.

Agumon perked and laughed, "Oh?... Well, he is too. Now that I'm up close, I think I might like his scent better, even!" he teased the spicy digimon.

Flamedramon rolled his eyes, a hand moving out to caress Agumon's cheek. "That's a shame. Gabumon doesn't seem to share that sentiment." He crooned as the muzzle kept working beneath him, peppering Agumon and Flamedramon's conversation with wet, lewd noises.

"No, I know he's very into it." Agumon purred back- just as he pushed. Flamedramon wasn't ready for it, his weight going back and pushing Gabumon's head deeper into the mattress. Flamedramon briefly felt concern as Agumon's hands kept him there, weight pressing hard down onto Gabumon. But only briefly. The whines, tensing, the way Gabumon's legs were twitching and toes curling. Flamedramon relaxed with his full weight on Gabumon, realizing the rookie was in heaven under his tail.

Agumon smiled proudly, hands tracing down and up Flamedramon's torso again. Flamedramon continued, huffing in mock offense, "Guess I'll just have to de-Digivolve after I fuck Gabumon, hmm? Don't want you stuck smelling spicy digimon."

A quiet whine came from beneath Flamedramon. It seemed the rookie could hear their conversation. The tongue work became more desperate, digging harder and deeper, like a dog wolfing down food in fear it'd be taken away.

"Don't be silly. I'm just saying, I like his better. I love both of you, just as you are." Agumon assured, while his hands traced to Flamedramon's slit. He gently took the spire of Digimon masculinity in his hands, slowly rubbing from the thick root to the tip. "Jeeze, this is... insanely hot. Is that what Gabumon's tongue is getting inside you too?" Agumon queried, leaning close to sniff at Flamedramon's shaft. The strong scent teased deep in his muzzle, making his mouth water and throat tighten.

"Mmm... I imagine. Davis always went on and on about how hot I am inside, or when I was inside him. I can't really help it, fire digimon and all."

Agumon nodded, his muzzle edging in just close enough to wrap around Flamedramon's cock tip. A subtle 'mmmh', and a tongue slipping out after assured that Agumon liked the taste just fine. His lips left the pink member, Agumon positioning himself straddling Gabumon's tail.

"After that tease," Agumon huffed, "I cannot wait to blow. If I don't, I might just Digivolve to a puddle of cum. Or a squirting Greymon dick!" he playfully mused, holding Gabumon's feet against his chest. Agumon squatted down a little, Gabumon's toes wiggling in curiosity. He was cut off from the world beneath Flamedramon, and wasn't sure what was going on atop him.

Agumon purred out, "So... check this out. My slit's too tight, but..." he squatted down, holding Agumon's legs up with his arms. One paw descended in, pushing his shaft to point downward with the back of a claw. He teased it at Gabumon's tail slit, making Gabumon's feet scrunch up in anticipation. But Agumon lifted, dipped again, letting his shaft tip slide up. He pushed down and forward, Gabumon's legs going stiff and toes extended, soles drawn tight. Agumon's shaft sunk just under Gabumon's, stretching the yellow Digimon's slit.

"Ah... mmh... S-see? Gabumon's slit is big enough..." Agumon idly grinded, making sure he was fully hilted. It looked quite obscene, Gabumon's slit stretched around two full shafts, the lips pulled taut and Gabumon's slit pressed back far as it could, exposing the little ridges around the root of Gabumon's shaft. Agumon's hips started to grind and roll, pushing an inch in and out of Gabumon's slit. Finally, he continued, "Hah... big enough to fit two rookies. Veemon's going to have to try this. Makes Gabumon cum real hard, too. Probably soon-"

Before Agumon could finish his tease about Gabumon's short fuse with Flamedramon sitting on his face, a spurt of cum splattered his chest, jaw, and Flamedramon's cock. Agumon panted a soft laugh, then resumed thrusting. Even as Gabumon was cumming, Agumon went on fucking him, only making the pulses larger and shoot further up.

Gabumon shot like a fountain, over and over, decorating Agumon's front and lower jaw, splattering Flamedramon's shaft. Until Agumon opened wide, leaned forward and engulfed that pink, cum-painted shaft. Gabumon's orgasm was dying off, spurts only shooting a couple inches while his tongue dragged sluggishly. Soft whimpers and whines grew as Agumon kept fucking his slit.

For Flamedramon, the double attack, both rear and front, was relentlessly dragging him toward release. Agumon just kept going, pushing forward and steadily devouring cock. Flamedramon watched, enraptured by the skillful feat. Or, really, a feat that was easy for a digimon and impossible for humans. He couldn't help but grip Agumon's head as orange lips met the flushed, white lips of his slit. He almost whined out to match Gabumon beneath him. He couldn't help but take a nice grip, draw back- grinding his ass into Gabumon's face- and thrust forward again.

It was awe-striking and fascinating all at once. The majority of his shaft was laid across Agumon's tongue, wrapped in hungry reptile muzzle. But Agumon was angled forward, his head tilted up, his neck just behind, positioned with his throat aligned just right. Several inches of Flamedramon's pulsing length were swathed in Agumon's silky throat, each pulses stroking and tugging his shaft to go deeper.

"Enough," Flamedramon groaned. He couldn't handle it. He had to use his grip and push Agumon back, cock sliding free, trailing and dribbling copious saliva from the hungry rookie's muzzle. Flamedramon's cock flexed, splattering a copious spray of pre just across Agumon's nostrils, muzzle tip and chin.

"Ahh, hah, ahhhhhh..." Agumon panted out, pressing his face forward again. His lips closed, Flamedramon's cock smeared over his face instead. He kept rubbing around, muzzle getting slathered by Digi-cock while his shaft hilted in Gabumon over and over. Agumon's toe claws dug into the bed, pressing him harder into Gabumon, grinding slits together, his shaft within Gabumon's, stroking the inner walls while it shot hot Agumon seed into the depths. Gabumon was frantic under Flamedramon, nuzzling and whining, his body tense and squirming as his slit and shaft were teased through their post-orgasmic sensitivity.

Flamedramon cooed, stroking atop Agumon's muzzle as Agumon relaxed, orgasm dwindling. He became aware of the intense heat, panting, and wetness beneath him. Flamedramon pushed up, shifted to the side, and sat back on the bed beside the two rookies. Gabumon remained sprawled out, his muzzle drooly with his own spit an Flamedramon sweat, the portion of his pelt around his muzzle and over his face matted and shaggy. He was breathing heavily, finally getting cool, fresh air. He almost wished he wasn't.

Agumon was the next to move, slipping free of Gabumon. He leaned down, kissing Gabumon's softened, but still free-hanging, shaft, then the slit beneath it. His lips briefly pressed to the slit, sealing a kiss as Veemon had before, and sucking gently to remove some of the mess he had deposited. A squelchy swallow later, he sat back, less winded but still sweaty as the other two. Gabumon finally stirred, only managing to weakly roll to his side and reach out a hand. He took Flamedramon's own hand in his, smiling up, red and crimson eyes meeting again. Without words, Flamedramon could already feel the appreciation, elation, contentment that stemmed from satisfying a craving so long held.

"Thank you." Gabumon whispered softly, Flamedramon giving a squeeze to Gabumon's hand in return.

"You're welcome. But we're not done yet." Confusion shown on Gabumon's face, quelled as Flamedramon's free hand caressed his cheek. "Poor messy puppy. Your job isn't done."

Curiosity, then nervous excitement shown on Gabumon's face. He looked to Agumon, who offered no answer. Flamedramon placed Gabumon's hand on his stiff length, earning the rookie's attention once more. The yellow fingers wrapped around it half way, thumb not able to meet them on the other side. He stroked, the fur strap over his palm adding extra texture as his paw slid.

"You've both cum, but I haven't. And after how much attention you gave my tail slit, I think it's only fair yours gets some attention too." Flamedramon's hand held around Gabumon's, guiding his shaft over, and resting the end atop Gabumon's muzzle. "You can fit this thing under your tail, right puppy?"

Gabumon's eyes widened, staring cross-eyed at the cock before him. The tip yawning open as Flamedramon's length flexed, oozing out more copious and slimy pre. Gabumon sniffed a couple times, shivering in a mixture of scent overload and excitement.

"Arf!" he let out, louder and more comfortable with Flamedramon's use of the word. He nodded eagerly in response, the pelt working the belly of Flamedramon's shaft.

"As much as I want to watch... I need some more energy, and Tai's phone for ... yeah. And to drain the reptile." Agumon puffed from beside them. He looked to Flamedramon, meekly smiling. "Especially if I'm going to Digivolve next?"

Flamedramon looked away from Gabumon, still smearing his dick atop Gabumon's muzzle while he nodded to Agumon. "Yeah. I've got enough to take you both back-to-back. Bring some back for us? I could use some more fuel too." Flamedramon's eyes turned back to Gabumon, hand leaving his dick to stroke Gabumon's jaw. "You too puppy? Want to Digivolve? Or you going to risk us playing spit roast the rookie?"

Gabumon hit Tyrannomon red again. Flamedramon grinned and filed that away for later, letting Gabumon look bashfully up to Agumon as he slid off the bed. "Uhmm... Y... yes please. Digivice and snacks, please? And uh... the ultimate-mega suitcase?".

Agumon gave a thumbs up, winking. "Gotchya! ... If I can't hear Gabumon from out there, you're not doing it hard enough Flamedramon!", Agumon teased before turning and slipping out the door. Gabumon's paws zipped to his own muzzle, eyes closed and face red as can be again.

Flamedramon's hand stroked along Gabumon's lower jaw, cooing comfortingly. "Aww, don't you worry about Agumon. We're just going to have a little fun puppy. You ready to get bred like you're in heat?"

Gabumon's eyes went wide. The whine that came out was sweet music to Flamedramon. Flamedramon couldn't help but continue working at the poor Rookie. "Aww... It's okay. It's a good test! I'm courage." He leaned in closer, his muzzle close to Gabumon's. He could smell his own musk, the sweat, Gabumon's copious saliva. "I bet you'd enjoy Friendship even better. And Raidramon's far more hung than I am." Flamedramon cooed in a hushed tone. Gabumon's eyes went wider still, his breaths rapid and shallow. Flamedramon had hit a nerve, evidenced by the squeaky whimpers pouring out from the excited rookie. Flamedramon was half sure he was going to hyperventilate.

"Perfect. Time for your test, puppy." Flamedramon continued in his sweet, coddling tone. His hands stroked down along Gabumon's neck, traced along the fringe of his pelt to those wide hips. He teased his hands inward, over Gabumon's half-freed, soft shaft and his soon-to-be target. His hands migrated upward from there, along inner thigh, calf, ankles. He took each ankle, positioning himself over Gabumon just as Agumon had shortly ago. Flamedramon's tail coiled around, pressing down atop his shaft, guiding the tip to wedge into the groove of Gabumon's tail slit.

The pelted Digimon's whimpers had mellowed, soft and breathy once more, the squeaking gone. But Gabumon started to shiver as his tail slit was teased, a soft whine betraying his eagerness. Uncertainty teased at the back of Flamedramon's mind. He bought time by slowly rolling his hips, just enough pressure to make Gabumon whine. But not enough to sink in.

Digimon were accommodating- Veemon regularly taking Davis was proof of that. But Flamedramon's masculinity put Davis's to shame. But Agumon had assured him earlier. And something down inside told Flamedramon this was okay- this was good. Almost like Gabumon's excitement and need were inside him as well. Tightening his grip, Flamedramon lifted and spread Gabumon's legs wider. He leaned forward, tail slipping away as his shaft tip eased into Gabumon. But that was all the easing Gabumon got.

"Ahhh! Ahh, hah! Digigods!" Gabumon exclaimed, back arching after Flamedramon hilted in one hard, swift motion. He didn't stop there, either. He pulled back a good portion of his length and slammed back in. He rutted against Gabumon with reckless abandon, savoring the bliss of fucking someone the way a powerful body like his was meant to. Wet smacks of his groin to Gabumon's plush ass and tail rang through the room, peppered by Gabumon's cries of ecstasy and effort in taking such abuse.

Flamedramon felt his insides heat with impending orgasm. He could barely go at Davis like this for a few seconds before soreness made the human tap out. And that was only after significant preparation, gently working himself in, letting Davis adjust. Now, he just gave in to his raw, testosterone-driven, bestial lust. He released one of Gabumon's legs, letting it fall to the bed, and bent over the rookie. He hugged the other leg of to his chest, cheek resting against the sole of Gabumon's foot as he thrust. The position curled his body, letting his muscles thrust hard as possible, and lifted Gabumon's ass, helping Flamedramon get just a couple more inches in, so fore and tail slits ground together each time he hilted.

"F... Flamedramon! Please, fuck!" squeaked Gabumon, hardly comprehensible with the whines and groans. Flamedramon savored each sound, coherent or not, that gushed from the overwhelmed rookie. Music to his masculine ego. Flamedramon's responses were guttural growls, bared fangs, thrusting harder. It couldn't have been long at all, well less than a minute before Flamedramon shoved forward harder still, hilting, lifting Gabumon higher. Cum gushed into the rookie, intense heat spreading through his belly, chest. The position just made it all the more intense, as Gabumon was up on his shoulders, body curled like a 'C', getting a front row seat to his own breeding. His muzzle was close enough he could feel the heat coming off Flamedramon's shaft against his nose and lips. He could see the details of the swollen lips of Flamedramon's slit, the veins thickening with each pulse of cum, the way the shaft swelled and stretched his abused slit just a little wider. All timed with the increasing pressure and inside him. He could barely grunt and whimper, lungs compressed by the position.

Brief as the sex was, Flamedramon felt the release and afterglow melt into minutes, hours. The release was unlike anything he had had before, rough and primal. His brain swam in endorphins, a vague sense of vertigo overtaking him. He might have been lost for good, if he hadn't felt Agumon's hand stroking along his arm and side.

Flamedramon's eyes peeked open, finding he was positioned still just as he had cum. Gabumon's leg hugged to his chest, his cheek pressed against Gabumon's sole, Gabumon pinned to his shoulders with his hips up.

"I think Gabumon needs to breath, lovely." Agumon coaxed, trying to help Flamedramon relax back. Flamedramon gasped, backing away, his part-softened shaft slurping free from the tight embrace of Gabumon's tail pipe. It splatted to the bed, messily, leaving Gabumon gaping a little, the prodigious load of seed inside him leaking free as his body flopped flat.

"Are you okay?" Flamedramon urged, his hand caressing along Gabumon's lower leg.

Gabumon was taking deep breaths, coughed once, then laughed weakly. "Oh... oh man. Okay, yes. More. I... Digigods. I don't have words for how amazing that was. Thank you." He lauded, still dizzy and in the bliss of being bred, filling some deep, internal need.

Agumon flopped himself atop Flamedramon's back, draping his arms over Flamedramon's shoulders, nosing at the dragon's cheek. "He'll be fine. I haven't seen him look this happy in ages, even. Just needs a little break. How about you?" Agumon leaned, pointing an arm beside the bed. There was a small suitcase, and on the bed beside it a platter various desserts and some bottles of water.

"Water please." Gabumon graoned, body still recovering from the intense session. He hardly moved, laying there while cum oozed out his tail slit, down either side of his tail's base. Flamedramon was quick to get them all waters, and they each munched on a few of the calorie-dense items while they recovered from their various activities. Soon enough, Flamedramon was lounged at the head of the bed, pillows supporting his back, a rookie tucked under each arm, cuddling his torso.

"Mmmm... Do you guys want to do more?" Agumon finally queried. Flamedramon snorted a soft laugh. It had been phrased as a question, but the tone had been one of intense hope and desire.

"Oh, we're doing more, little reptile." Flamedramon teased, stroking claws in circles along Agumon's back. "I could use a little more recovery. That was... something else. If we go too hard before my energy is recovered, I might revert. And", his claws trailed up, tapping atop Agumon's head. "That'd be a shame, because I've a date with a big orange hunk. I'd hate to disappoint."

Agumon blushing was a new treat for Flamedramon. Gabumon's paw stroking along his belly turned Flamedramon's attention to the other rookie.

"Same for me, but... Would it be okay if we... Explored you a little?" His eyes turned down, to where his fingers were tracing Flamedramon's belly. "I've wanted to for so long, to touch you, to... please?" He mumbled, bashfulness keeping him from detailing further.

"Oh, of course. Like Veemon always complains, I'm so hot, right? Might as well inspect every inch of this hot body."

Gabumon nodded eagerly, turning away and working down the bed on hands and knees. He stopped, on his knees, around Flamedramon's hip. He looked up to Flamedramon, down to Flamedramon's thighs. Timidly hesitating. Flamedramon wasn't sure what he was going for. His slit? Thighs? Gabumon reached his hand out. It slipped between Flamedramon's thighs, caressing along the white underside of his tail. Flamedramon curiously rumbled, spreading his legs and pushing his tail up between them. Gabumon took hold of it with his hands, guiding it to his torso, against soft belly and up along his chest. He rubbed his cheek to the end of Flamedramon's tail, planting several kisses there.

When Flamedramon spread his legs a little further, Gabumon moved over, straddling Flamedramon's leg, then between them. He spooned up against the blue top of Flamedramon's tail, nuzzling and cooing to it. Yellow hands stroked along the white underside. Flamedramon was going to continue watching, but orange filled his vision as Agumon climbed atop him. Straddling his waist, not far in front of Gabumon, Agumon settled back. Flamedramon was half-sure the position was on purpose, as Agumon's tail slit pressed at his fore slit.

"And that's why he complains so much about Wargreymon's lack of a tail." Agumon teased, peeking back. A soft whine came from behind Agumon. The whine quickly turned to a sweet, 'ohhh...' as Flamedramon curled his tail, gently squeezing Gabumon with it. Flamedramon smiled, teasing his tail tip against Gabumon's cheek- receiving kisses on it in return.

"I can work with that. I know mine's a lot more flexible than most." Another coo came from Gabumon as the tail stroked over him.

"Well, I'm all for Gabumon loving tails. But me..." Agumon lifted his hands. The palms rest on Flamedramon's chest, just under his collarbones. "I have... loved... this torso since the moment I saw it. Gorgeous blue and white..." his hands started to trail down, tracing the seam of Flamedramon's colors. "So slim, and perfect. No huge muscles like Exveemon or Wargreymon..." His hands started to stroke small circles over Flamedramon's belly. "It's ... soft. Wargreymon's abs are like rocks. But your tummy..."

Agumon finally stopped trying to articulate. It was cute, to Flamedramon, how Agumon had teased Gabumon so for cuddling Flamedramon's tail with such love. And yet a moment later there Agumon was, hands stroking Flamedramon's belly, from hipbones up to lower chest, back down. He was staring, silent, just the gentle sounds of paws caressing fine-scaled body and Gabumon's pleasured coos in the air. Agumon dipped forward until the blocky tip of his muzzle pressed right to the center of Flamedramon's stomach. He started to nuzzle up and down, breaths puffing through his nostrils. Now and then, Agumon would pause to plant a gentle kiss against the white tummy or the blue-white seam on either side of it.

Having his stomach nosed and kissed, his tail caressed and explored, was another surreal moment. Davis loved Flamedramon's body, but to be worshipped so, and his tail and belly. That was new. Both rookies seemed quite content doing it, and Flamedramon had asked for his recharge time. This was allowing him it, and his two lovers to indulge in their fantasies. All around, it left him in a pleasant buzz.

Agumon's nuzzling slowly expanded, dipping so low as to place gentle kisses on Flamedramon's fore slit. Not sexual, not arousing. Just a show of love and worship, showing Flamedramon's body how much passion Agumon had for it. He kept exploring, going higher and higher. Soon enough Agumon was straddling Flamedramon's belly, tracing his lips along Flamedramon's collarbones, kissing at his throat. With Agumon dipping low, Flamedramon could see Gabumon slowly working further down. He was trailing kisses, started near Flamedramon's groin, along the white belly of his tail, down toward the tip. As Gabumon kissed the very tip of Flamedramon's tail, releasing it to move on, Agumon shifted and slid over to Flamedramon's side.

Gabumon stopped once he was at Flamedramon's feet. He took up one of the legs, tracing his hands along the shin and calf, up around Flamedramon's knee, then back down. Trying to pace himself, Flamedramon imagined. With his recovery well underway, Flamedramon felt a mischievous thought take him. He didn't want to give Gabumon the chance to take his time. The other foot slid up between Gabumon's thighs, pressing toes and sole against Gabumon's slit. The other leg- far stronger than Gabumon's arms- easily pressed his foot to the end of Gabumon's muzzle. A meager, muffled "Arf!' and a combination of eager nuzzling and sniffing let Flamedramon know his mischief was enjoyed.

Looking to his side again, Flamedramon found Agumon watching Gabumon. Agumon had tucked himself to Flamedramon's side, as he had started, though on the opposite side, where Gabumon had been earlier. His expression betrayed a mix of amusement and pleasure to see Gabumon so happy. Agumon felt Flamedramon's eyes on him, looking back up for their contrasting eyes to meet once again. He smiled brightly.

"I'm good here." Agumon mumbled, tucking back in. He had worked an arm behind Flamedramon, pinned to the pillows, the other across Flamedramon's front, caressing belly and chest. His legs had grappled onto Flamedramon's thigh as well, ankles crossed between Flamedramon's thighs. Most noticeable to Flamedramon, though, was how Agumon's had tucked his big muzzle into Flamedramon's armpit, with his arm going atop the rookie's head and resting on his back. After how eager Agumon had been to smell and suck his cock, and now this, Flamedramon considered teasing Agumon of his earlier statement about Veemon's scent being better. But, the cuddling, the adoring attention to his feet, it was all relaxing. He chose to savor the moment rather than tease his lover.

The cuddling lasted a while. In that time Flamedramon's feet got a very thorough tongue bath. Gabumon didn't miss an inch of sole, a single spot between Flamedramon's toes, and had made sure to practically fellate each toe in turn. Flamedramon could distinctly feel the heat of Agumon's slit against his hip, Gabumon's against his sole.

"Mmm... ready to Digivolve?" he quietly murmured to Agumon, kissing atop the rookie's brow. A nod made Agumon's snout nuzzle in the warm space it occupied, before Agumon pushed himself up. He butt-scooted across the bed and hopped to the floor. Flamedramon stopped teasing Gabumon, pulling his foot away from Gabumon's slit. While he was internal again, the yellow rookie leaked so much, Flamedramon's foot soaked, webs of pre between his toes. Gabumon was all huffy and had that 'on cloud nine' look again.

"You know... Exveemon's feet are pretty huge." Flamedramon teased, waggling his tail tip at Gabumon. The response was pretty immediate- an adorable squeak and paws hiding his muzzle once more. Flamedramon smiled sweetly, then scooted toward Gabumon. "Guess we'll plan on that some time, huh?"

Gabumon nodded bashfully, "Please!" before he turned his back to Flamedramon, a quick half-circle turn. He looked over his shoulder, quietly requesting, "Could you take my collar off, please? I can't Digivolve with it on."

Flamedramon nodded, "Of course." He got to his knees and pressed up behind Gabumon. Going to the side of his horn, he kissed atop Gabumon's head while hugging around his front. Flamedramon moved upward, gently teasing his fingers under Gabumon's pelt. He got to the jaw, lifted up, and slid the pelt off Gabumon's horn. He let it flop back like an unworn hood.

"Oh! Oh, uhm..." Gabumon squeaked out, his hands on his muzzle once more. 'Virus' rested on the tip of his tongue, but he held it. Instead, he shivered, quietly whining, while Flamedramon's paws caressed along his cheeks, down to his neck, where they began fiddling with the collar.

"Wow... You know. I'm surprised." Flamedramon quietly cooed, while the buckle slid open. "I thought you'd be gorgeous under that pelt. But..." For a moment, Gabumon's blood went cold and he felt tears start to build. Flamedramon breathed in, looking over Gabumon's bared face. "That's not even close. You're far more beautiful. Maybe the most beautiful reptile digimon out there." Flamedramon finished, kissing Gabumon's cheek. Gabumon let out a choked coo, feeling his breath finally release, his heart thudding heavily in his chest.

"You'll have to take that up with Agumon later." Rumbled a deep, powerful voice. Looking over, Gabumon and Flamedramon spotted Wargreymon removing armor, piece by piece. "You should feel special, too. Gabumon wouldn't forgive nearly anyone for removing his pelt. Hardly lets me or Matt do it, even."

Gabumon whined, squirming back against Flamedramon. His tail thumped nervously at the bed, like a dog's eager wagging. Flamedramon got the sense it was eagerness, though. "I... I want him to know I trust him. We trust him." Gabumon meekly explained, his thighs closing and knees pressing together, tucking to his chest.

Flamedramon nodded, realizing he had done something a bit more significant than he had intended. He moved his claws back up, helping the pelt back over Gabumon's horn. "Sorry puppy. And thank you. I didn't know you were that sensitive about it. But I meant it." Flamedramon's arms draped over Gabumon, gently hugging again. "You're great to look at. Puppy, or the reptile underneath."

Gabumon whined a soft tone again, hugging atop Flamedramon's arms. He squeezed, cheek rubbing against Flamedramon's shoulder, then rocked forward and out of the grasp. "Well... I still need to Digivolve! You two dragons get comfortable." Gabumon's voice was quiet as he quickly made his way across the bed, wiping his eyes with his arm pelt and sniffing to clear his nose. He slid off the bed and made his way to the 'ultimate/mega' luggage and his Digivice.

Wargreymon was just lifting his helmet free, setting it atop the pile of everything else. His hands ran through his orange mane, brushing it all back off his face. The dragon-man Digimon grinned smiled as he approached the bed, climbing on hands and knees, up to Flamedramon. He only had that black speedo on that kept him modest below his metal armored loincloth.

"You know, we've been around each other so little. Exveemon, plenty of times, but not you and me." Wargreymon rumbled, his tone bassy and mesmerizing to the smaller dragon. Significantly smaller dragon. Wargreymon wasn't quite twice Flamedramon's size, but he wasn't too far from it either.

"Yes, ah... It's rare that I get to be around other dragon types. Really... I guess dragon types just are rare. Not that it really means anything, right? We're like reptile types." Flamedramon responded, watching as Wargreymon lounged out. The fact the bed could fit his huge body testified to how 'Digimon friendly' the casino was. He looked from tip to toe, taking in the details so often hidden beneath armor.

"Yes. Like reptile types, but not the same. I can feel something different, between Agumon and myself. But all evolutions you've achieved are dragon type, so maybe you haven't noticed?" Wargreymon curiously rumbled. His arm reached out, caressing Flamedramon's side. He curled his fingers along the blue dragon's back, drawing him closer.

"Uhm... No. Magnadramon isn't. But I've been him so briefly, I didn't have any sense of self. He's still a big mystery. Raidramon is beast type, though. That is different, but... He still has a lot of Veemon's dragon in him." Flamedramon explained, voice soft as he moved in closer, the difference in size quickly impressed upon him as he rest, face-to-face, against Wargreymon. Face-to-face, his feet were at Wargreymon's mid-thigh.

Wargreymon continued to tease across Flamedramon with the tips of his fingers, claws gliding just above touching. "Everything alright, little dragon?" Wargreymon teased, his voice almost sing-song, the pleased rumble in his chest evidence of his amusement.

Flamedramon nodded, realizing he was suddenly acting far more like Gabumon than himself. He cursed it as he felt his muzzle heat with blush. But it wasn't just that. He nodded again, and then quietly asked. "... Was that really bad? Is Gabumon going to be okay?" Before Wargreymon could reply he was spoken over.

"Don't give in to Wargreymon's teasing. He's just a huge softie. And a sub, remember?" sounded out a voice rich with growl. Flamedramon broke his entrancement with Wargreymon, looking to beside the bed. Weregarurumon was crouched there, his arm and chest already bared of their accessories. He was rummaging in the luggage.

"Ruining my fun," mused Wargreymon. Flamedramon realized it wasn't just size that had him entranced. Presence, confidence, comfort. Wargreymon felt like an old soul, oozing maturity, a fatherly presence. Like Wargreymon knew his position in the universe, and everything around it. The enormous orange paw caressing him was just the right pressure, a presence and weight of affection, without being overbearing or dragging against his scales gratingly. Beneath it, Flamedramon felt he were Demiveemon again. For the first time, he got a real sense of the distance between himself and his new lovers. The weight of their adventures, the challenges they had overcome, the history they shared.

"You're going to get your fun, don't you worry." Wargreymon growled as he rose up again. Still on his knees, he pulled his dog tags free and dropped them into the suitcase. He brought up a thick, leather collar, putting it on himself. No tag hung from this one. There wasn't even a D-ring like the one Gabumon wore. Just spike studs, all the way to the front, where a metal, snarling wolf icon rest, faceted into the leather. He stood once it was on, working at his pants, belt flopping free. He pushed his pants down, baring- to Flamedramon's surprise- a navy blue and black jock strap. Even more surprising, the pants stretched over Weregarurumon's = enormous feet, the paws even Wargreymon's a run for largest, despite Weregarurumon's foot or two shorter stature.

"You didn't do bad, by the way. Gabumon's very sensitive about being reptile and his appearance. Feels off, since we're all beast type. He just needs a little time to rest. What you did was actually perfect. We really want him to be happier with who he is." Weregarurumon responded to Flamedramon's earlier question as he sat on the bed's edge to unwrap the runner's tape around his foot. Flamedramon was too stunned to respond- both by the body being revealed before him, and the realization he'd been overheard.

"Dog hearing." Wargreymon softly rumbled to Flamedramon's cheek, nosing it after.

"Heard that too. Wolf hearing, if you please, Love." Weregarurumon growled, smiling, winking to Flamedramon. "About the types, though. I get what you mean. Gabumon's reptile type and our beast type are very different. The change is rather ... interesting."

"... Our? And you said we?" Flamedramon questioned, while a paw timidly reached out to rest against Wargreymon's chest, sliding down to his abdominals.

"Oh. I suppose you don't have forms like that? Garururmon, Metalgarurumon, and I are so synchronous, it's like we have the same brain. But Gabumon's jump to our brain is a world different. Omnimon's incredibly different too. Same for Dragon-man over there. He has that with Greymon and Metalgreymon."

Wargreymon nodded, among rumbling encouragement for Flamedramon's touching. The blue dragon was finally relaxing. Both hands were at it now. Admiring, tracing, exploring every inch of Wargreymon's orange torso. "Yes. Greymon and Metalgreymon are very similar. Same brain, is what we call it. But your forms are all very different." His large orange paw raised, stroking the back of a single finger along Flamedramon's cheek. It earned him a croon of pleasure. "All very handsome. All very desirable." Wargreymon lauded, earning more blush from the blue dragon.

"Such a romantic flirt." Weregarurumon growled as he climbed onto the bed properly. Flamedramon looked to Weregarurumon again, taking in his bared form, just as Wargreymon's. Maybe staring a bit much, and quite obviously, since Weregarurumon got up on his knees. His thumbs slid into the wide elastic band of around his waist, stretched it out, then let it snap back. It just emphasized the very full pouch, outlining every detail, in the front of the jock. "Yup. Weregarurumon data encodes a jockstrap under the pants. They don't tell you that in the advertisement, right? Some human had a very... specific idea of what a digital werewolf should be." Weregarurumon snorted cockily.

The canine shifted, tensed, and easily sprung across the bed, landing behind Flamedramon. He settled in, lounging on his side, Flamedramon suddenly entrapped between two sexy hunks of Digimon perfection.

"Man, this room stinks like a gay dragon orgy." Weregarurumon teased, while his paw caressed down along Flamedramon's back. Wargreymon removed his own hand, letting his lover take a turn.

"Your nose is just more sensitive now, puppy." Wargreymon shot down Weregarurumon's tease. A low growl rumbled behind Flamedramon. Wargreymon smiled all the bigger, looking back down to Flamedramon. "The puppy thing is Gabumon. None of the evolutions care much for it."

Weregarurumon barked, "Damn right. I'm a wolf, through and through." The canine boasted before leaning in. His large muzzle hovered at Flamedramon's shoulder, sniffing. It was so much more distinct than Gabumon's reptilian smelling. Quick, loud puffs teasing at Flamedramon's scales. "So, little dragon..." he teased along Flamedramon's spines, "Ready to fuck Wargreymon and make him your bitch? Or maybe play with some dog nuts?"

Flamedramon felt so far out of his league. Davis had been able to tease and dominate him as Veemon, but Flamedramon... he had been in charge. The new dynamic wasn't really off-putting, but he was lost in the imbalance. His head was lifted by Wargreymon's hand, caressing along his jaw.

"Weregarurumon's a lot of bark. And he bites pretty hard too. But he's still Gabumon as well. Everything's still true. Safe words, too." Wargreymon comforted, his smile so gentle and sweet.

Weregarurumon growled. Not like before. It dawned on Flamedramon it was like the rumbling he or Wargreymon gave. Followed by Weregarurumon puffing out. Hot, moist breath rolling down Flamedramon's back. "Yeah. Sorry." His large hand moved up Flamedramon's back, to caress purple claws across his neck and cheek. It got Flamedramon to look back again, to see a smiling werewolf Digimon. Something in his eyes helped the blue dragon relax. "I'm pretty aggressive. Just... how we are. All Gabumon's evolutions. But all of us still want you. Want you with us." He jerked his nose up to Wargreymon, without looking away from Flamedramon's eyes. "All of us love you, still." Weregarurumon's growling voice had soften. Almost a purr, in comparison. His fuzzy muzzle caressed Flamedramon's cheek, followed by a firm lick dragging along his throat, cheek and up to his fleshy ear horn.

The affection relaxed Flamedramon further. He felt the previous comfort and passion the night had built returning. He crooned an affectionate tone back to Weregarurumon, then looked up to Wargreymon. "You guys really just... want to leave it up to me?"

Both muzzles nodded synchronously. When he looked between them, Flamedramon felt their genuine care for him and honest desire for his pleasure too. Flamedramon breathed in, saturated in the scent powerful beast and dragon digimon. His own was tame in comparison, just as his presence felt so small between them.

"How about... I've never experience a sheath before. I mean, Davis has balls, and a foreskin, but a sheath is pretty different right?" He looked to Weregarurumon, then back to Wargreymon. "And I'm sort of... into giving oral. So long as someone doesn't mind waiting to get fucked, for just a little?"

Wargreymon rolled his eyes and laughed, "Really? You think I'm that greedy, that eager? I can wait so long as you need. After...." Wargreymon leaned in. His orange muzzle filling Flamedramon's view as it pressed to his own. As it did, he noticed Wargreymon's hand engulfing the back of his head. The idea of how Gabumon and Agumon had reversed rolls upon evolving teased at the back of Flamedramon's mind. Wargreymon feeling almost like Gabumon earlier. But that quickly changed as the kiss deepened. Wargreymon turned his muzzle until it was perpendicular to Flamedramon's smaller and shorter one. Then Wargreymon pressed in. Their muzzles opened, sinking into one another, until their kiss was so deep Wargreymon's lips rest at Flamedramon's cheeks. Wargreymon's tongue curled against Flamedramon's, drawing it back into his own muzzle.

The shock of such a kiss wore off in light of how right it felt. Flamedramon wondered if this was how dragon digimon were meant to kiss- so different than Davis's small human tongue, or even how he kissed Gabumon. Fangs intertwined, creating a cage for tongues to wrestle and entwine. It changed moment to moment, Wargreymon's tongue eagerly fighting Flamedramon's, to stroking and gently engaging with one another, to just letting their tongues relax against one another while their lips and mouths worked against one another.

Flamedramon found himself lost in time once again. When Wargreymon's muzzle finally widened and slid free of his own, he wasn't sure if they'd been at it for seconds, minutes, or something on the scales of hours. He realized he was hard. Achingly so. And his muzzle was dripping with combined saliva. It had been a while, certainly.

"Alright. I'm good for a while." Wargreymon rumbled, relaxing back. While Flamedramon was erect as he could possibly be, Wargreymon's slit had a faint wetness to it and ... that was it. Just emphasizing the difference in their experience, in their control. Flamedramon shifted onto his back, realizing his shaft had drooled a puddle on the bed. Probably closer to an hour.

Flamedramon looked back to Weregarurumon, who was lounging on his side, head resting on his palm, elbow to the bed. The Digimon werewolf rumbled, "Have fun?"

Flamedramon meekly nodded, wiping his muzzle clean- at least, cleaner- with the back of his forearm. It wasn't dripping afterward, at least. He looked between the two, realizing the spotlight was on him. Weregarurumon had just been watching for the whole time, and now both Digimon were watching him. Remembering what they had been discussing, before his extensive time kissing Wargreymon.

"Yes... Sorry to leave you hanging." He spoke softly, rolling over to face Weregarurumon. He was lounged, jock strap looking packed as ever, relaxed and chill.

"You're good, little dragon. That was pretty fun to watch. Hell, I'm pretty sure Gabumon will jerk off to the memory at some point."

Flamedramon felt his face flush again, but he kept at it. His tail slid back, coiling against Wargreymon's leg, while he moved forward. His hands pressed to Weregarurumon's chest, claws working into the fur. He started to move his paws around, scratching at skin beneath the thick pelt. Weregarurumon's muzzle started to hang open, tongue hanging a few inches free, the canine openly panting. Flamedramon worked his way down, scratching and rubbing through chest fur to powerfully built abdominals. Lower still, until his paws were cupping the damp pouch of Weregaruruon's jock strap.

Feeling around, Flamedramon realized Weregarurumon was packing some impressive equipment. The pouch pressing it all together didn't really do justice. Two heavy, hot orbs, and a sheath that squished about a solid mass within that easily dwarfed Flamedramon's own. All in a neat, heavy package. Flamedramon was eagerly, curiously, exploring and feeling. He realized he must be going too slow as Weregarurumon's paws moved in, thumbs hooking his jock strap's waist band, pushing it down.

"Let me help ya there," came Weregarurumon's rumbly encouragement. Flamedramon felt his face heat again as he took one large ball in each hand. Squeezing and massaging the heavy orbs mixed with caressing his hands across the velvety, damp fur. After getting a good feel for each, Flamedramon moved his hands up to grasp Weregarurumon's sheath. It was sopping wet with soaked in pre and sweat, squishing loudly within Flamedramon's hands.

"Just... tell me if I do anything wrong." Flamedramon murmured. Weregarurumon nodded silently, Flamedramon's ears only picking up the wet sounds of sheath working over shaft and the breath of the larger males around him. Taking solace in their trust, Flamedramon scooted down the bed a bit, until the heat of each male's crotches were before and behind his head. Even with both hands, Weregarurumon's sheath was a struggle to work for Flamedramon. And now, purple-red cock was poking free from it, swelling and relaxing with every flex Weregarurumon gave it, inch after inch steadily sliding free, dragging with it more aroused fluids. Flamedramon leaned in, sniffing tentatively, as David often did to him. The tang that filled his nostrils and lungs was unlike anything he had experienced. Raw and spicy as a dragon, but in such a different kind of scent. Bolstering his courage, Flamedramon leaned in and engulfed a good six inches of shaft.

A bite of musk and salt assaulted his tongue, each making his muzzle flood with drool. He sealed his lips, swallowed and sucked on the exposed portion. His paws gripped on the sheath, squeezing around the shaft within, and pushed the sheath up and down- mimicking what he'd do with Davis's foreskin. It seemed to work, as Weregarurumon's guttural growls became deeper and his hips started thrusting into the rubbing. The panting above increased, while more shaft shoved at Flamedramon's throat. He wasn't quite angled to swallow the length, but he was good at resisting the need to gag.

Weregarurumon's hand rest atop Flamedramon's head, holding it steady as he thrust in, trying to keep from nailing Flamedramon's throat too hard. Weregarurumon slowly moved himself further back on the bed as his shaft pushed free of his sheath, doing his best to give his length room between sheath's tip and Flamedramon's muzzle. As more came out, Flamedramon shifted his paws. One stroking slick, pink-purple cock, while the other rubbed and pumped the loose, soaked sheath up and down.

The combination was effective- so much so that Weregarurumon's second hand rest atop Flamedramon's head. Between both them most his head was encased. Soon, the sheath was squished back behind the cock, Flamedramon finding a vague bulge at the base. By that point, he was gulping pre as it spurt hot against his throat, copious and watery. It was nothing like Gabumon's in taste, making Flamedramon's head dizzy with its strength and volume.

Squeezing on the cock's bulging base, Flamedramon's throat suddenly got nailed by Weregarurumon's cock. The werewolf quickly pulled back, his cock popping free of Flamedramon's lips. "Hah, hah... Sorry! The knot's crazy sensitive. You alright little guy?" Weregarurumon growled, tone lustful but genuinely concerned.

"Yeah!" Flamedramon got out before a few coughs. He sheepishly smiled up to Weregarurumon after. "Yeah, just surprised me. You want me to keep," he started, but was cut off.

"Nah, get on Wargreymon. You start working my knot too much and I'll struggle to stop. Besides, I know you've got to be thirsty to try a dragon. Uncharted territory you're eager to explore?" the wolf growled with a wink.

A glance back at Wargreymon showed he was lounging, watching the two. Wargreymon's eagerness was apparent, patient as he acted. His paw was between his thighs, idly massaging his clothed slit.

"Good idea." Flamedramon rumbled eagerly. His paws left Weregarurumon's twitching shaft allowing him to roll over and face Wargreymon. The older dragon-man digimon moved his hand out the way, resting on his hip instead.

Flamedramon scooted closer, only to feel himself being crowded from behind as Weregarurumon moved along with him. Flamedramon's blue hands were such stark contrast to Wargreymon's orange hide, the dark of his speedo. Flamedramon's hands explored where Wargreymon's had been. The speedo was slick and silky underneath his fingers, a stark contrast to the warm, fine scales of Wargreymon's body. Around the center of the speedo was particularly hot, slick, soaked through with slick fluids. '

Flamedramon's fingers curled, slipping beneath the dark material. The silky material slid easily down Wargreymon's hips, almost frictionless, unlike any Earth material Flamedramon knew of. Before him was Wargreymon's smooth groin. His slit was much like Flamedramon's own, but the difference in body size was true in this area as every other.

The scent was enrapturing. Overwhelmingly rich, thick in his nostrils and lungs. The speedo had been holding it back, tempering it. Now Flamedramon was awash with the scent, breathing making the taste catch in his throat. The smell cause Flamedramon's shaft to ache with renewed need, an eager, lustful fire to build in his belly. His paws gripped Wargreymon's hips while his muzzle pressed in. The slit was blissfully hot against his muzzle, slicker in feel than look. The slit was long enough to extend past his nostrils and down beyond his chin. He brushed his lips up and down along the seam, tracing it from one tip to the other.

After traveling its length, admiring the first slit he'd gotten to properly greet, Flamedramon started at the lower tip and let his tongue free, dragging gently along its entire length. His taste buds sparked with rich masculinity, complementing the scent in his nostrils. The heat of Wargreymon's sensual flesh against his tongue was exhilarating, mirroring the same courageous fire that heated him as well.

Lick after lick, he kept tracing along the seam, one lip, the other. With just a slight bit of pressure, he could get the slit to spread. A tantalizing tease of slick flesh, like his tongue slipped past the skin of a fruit into the sweet fleshy interior. But not so sweet. Hot, salt, masculine taste, a hint of cum, and spice. That dragon spice like his own. Flamedramon had sucked himself before- to Davis's viewing pleasure- and tasted himself after fingering his own slit. Maybe the situation, the heat of Wargreymon in front of him, the furred pressure of Weregarurumon behind had enhanced his senses, altered his reality, had made his memories seem so small in comparison. But there was something about it. The taste, the feel, the heat. The night of alcohol, affection, sensual and sexual experiences. Flamedramon felt a lustful hunger in him he hadn't known since the his first few times with Davis. Flamedramon's fingers pressed tighter into Wargreymon's hips. His muzzle pushed forward, tongue extending. He wasn't sure quite what to expect. He felt like he should get deeper, or find Wargreymon's resting shaft. He managed both.

Somewhat startling, but incredibly arousing, his muzzle sunk into Wargreymon's slit. The slick flesh that had teased his tongue tip wrapped around his lips, encased his muzzle tip. Sliding further and further. Past his nostrils, up his muzzle. His insertion only stopped at his jaw, at the base of his muzzle. His eyes just before the slit, his view nothing but orange scaled hide and slick, slimy pink flesh of the spread slit. The shadowed interior, squeezing against his white scales, relaxing, webbed with dragon fluids. He wasn't alone, inside. He'd moaned when slipping in without realizing it. His tongue had slipped down the tip of Wargreymon's shaft, guiding it into his mouth.

Flamedramon wasn't the only one surprised nor the only one to moan. Wargreymon grunted out, gasping, "Hah! W... whoa, eager, little dragon. You're really getting- mmmh..." Wargreymon's voice trailed off to rumbling pleasure as Flamedramon's muzzle closed, sucking on the tip. The shape was alien, nothing like Flamedramon's owned tapered shaft. And as his tongue passed over it, the opening near the end gaped and poured slick pre into his muzzle, half-filling it. Flamedramon had to swallow quickly, only getting a single breath of what little air could work in to his nostrils before another shot filled his muzzle.

Flamedramon could feel Wargreymon's thighs spreading a little, and a hand rest on the back of his head. He was unsure at first, just large pressure- but fuzz gave it away that Weregarurumon was holding him. He kept at his work, every little action making the fleshy walls around his muzzle massage and squeeze. It was instantaneous feedback. Every time his tongue found a particularly pleasurable spot the walls clenched down, massaging his muzzle and locking him in place until they relaxed again. The tightening was strongest, and the longest, when he started to suck on the cock end and tongue at the hole pre cum continually shot from.

Flamedramon was feeling dizzy from the intensity of it all, feeling Wargreymon all around his muzzle, tasting Wargreymon in his throat, his belly feeling so warm and full. Atop the pleasant, buzzy dizziness, his muzzle and tongue starting to get sore. The difference between Wargreymon and Flamedramon's size made his tongue have to move so much further. He had to work his muzzle around, opening and teasing along the sensual space. The drag against the slick, supple flesh inside the slit meant he had to press harder with his tongue, press harder to move his muzzle about, try harder to work his lips around Wargreymon's cock end.

The fuzzy stroking at the back of Flamedramon's head shifted. Flamedramon hardly noticed, until he felt a grip on his chest and the back of his head. He was pulled back from the slit, the air feeling sharp and cold against his muzzle. He swallowed, coughed, and breathed in. Realizing how empty his lungs had been. The burning faded as cool air filled them again. He looked cross eyed, noting his muzzle's soaked state. Looking up, both Wargreymon and Weregarurumon were watching, concern and affection apparent on both.

"You okay? You were in there a while." Wargreymon rumbled in that affectionate, loving tone of his. The angle, looking up from Wargreymon's groin, made Flamedramon feel so much smaller, picturing himself a Demiveemon again. And the stark difference of Wargreymon and Weregarurumon in battle, versus this loving and loving pair in the bedroom. Such power mastered and tamed into such gentle affections and care. Flamedramon swooned, his love for both welling up inside.

"Yeah, ha ha. Wow." Flamedramon mumbled, licking at his messy muzzle. Speech felt weird after his mouth got such a workout. "That was... Man. I kind of want to go back in for another round." He licked over his muzzle again, looking to Wargreymon's slit. The once subtle line was now flushed and fuller with arousal, and messy. Flamedramon's muzzle had left it slightly spread, pink inner flesh visible, and the groin around it soaked with fluids that trailed down to the bed.

"As much as I'd love that..." Wargreymon's hand took Flamedramon's chin, gently guiding him to look up again. "You were getting me real close, and if I cum, I'm going to go back to Agumon. This evolution takes too much energy for multiple rounds." His paw turned, the backs of his fingers brushing across Flamedramon's muzzle, thumb over the top, wiping most the fluids away. "And I can't de-Digivolve yet. I was promised a fucking by the hottest dragon I know, and I intend to get it."

Flamedramon felt his face flush. Weregarurumon traced a claw down Flamedramon's back, teasing a line that traced between and alternated either side of his spine ridges.

"And I get to record it. Might need your pretty little fingers to get this recording though. Video's finicky, and my paw pads take up damn near the whole screen." Weregarurumon grumbled. "Just start the recording and I'll point the camera." He instructed. Wargreymon rolled to his back, moving to the head of the bed and laying back. Weregarurumon leaned in and lowered his voice. "Nice work, by the way. Don't think Wargreymon has ever came internal. You really are something special."

Trying to avoid going crimson- a little dragon, like him? Wargreymon's only internal orgasm, ever?- Flamedramon pushed himself up and sat back on his knees, assessing the situation. Anything to not make eye contact while his face was so red. Weregarurumon was still hard- Flamedramon would guess he'd been stroking himself, with how his knot was part swollen- but his jock was totally gone. A glance aside showed it to be at the foot of the bed. Weregarurumon was doing the same, tossing his garment with Weregarurumon's.

Flamedramon's attention came to the item Weregarurumon was handing him. It was a cell phone mounted sideways on a handle. A rather large handle- like it might be part of a larger tripod setup. Given how Weregarurumon's paw engulfed most the handle before he had passed it to Flamedramon, and how small and thin the camera was... Flamedramon would bet they had had issues before. A simple but effective solution. As Flamedramon activated the camera, he spotted the thumbnail of the last picture. Blue and orange.

He tapped it and the camera roll came up. As he scrolled back a little, dozens of pictures showed him licking Wargreymon's slit, his muzzle sinking in, his muzzle working inside. He really had been in there for a while. He looked back up.

"How did you get the pics of us if your hands are too big for the phone?"

Weregarurumon jerked his thumb over to Wargreymon. "He took plenty of them, and could set it up for me. Just had to touch the screen with a claw tip to take them. But he's going to be way too busy in a minute. Can't get the good angles, either."

Wargreymon snorted, arms relaxing behind his head while he waited. "That's a load of corrupted data. You wanted him to see the pictures you took."

Weregarurumon glowered at Wargreymon, then smiled back to Flamedramon. Flamedramon was busy staring at the phone, flipping through photos, feeling his face still hot. Certain he was still Gabumon level blushing. He could see the raw hunger and passion on his face, even if it was half buried inside Wargreymon. There were close ups, and he hadn't even noticed. Flamedramon felt his shaft flex. He hadn't ever seen a picture of himself where he was having sex. It felt funny. It felt really hot, too. He thought about the video that was about to recorded, and started to wonder if he had some sort of exhibitionist or voyeuristic fetish he was just learning of.

Flamedramon exited the camera roll. He changed the camera over to video, made sure it was set properly, and hit 'record'. He held it back to Weregarurumon, who took the large handle again.

"Good to go!" Flamedramon proclaimed, then realized he might have sounded a bit too eager. But it was true. He was eager to fuck Wargreymon. Even if he'd just fucked Gabumon, his passion had been ignited once more and, if anything, increased several fold. He wasn't sure if it was simple lust for Wargreymon, some sort of Dragon type urge, or the fire of courage coursing through them both waiting to be reunited.

Flamedramon rolled over and began prowling up to Wargreymon on hand and knee. Wargreymon rumbled, smiling wide. One hand slid from behind his head and down along his belly, teasingly stroking up and down along his abs and upper groin, stopping just short of his slit.

"Think you got enough in you to fuck me like Gabumon? I heard you both all the way over in the bathroom front bathroom... that's quite a feat."

Flamedramon playfully growled as he got to his knees and erected his body before Wargreymon. His shaft extended over Wargreymon's slit, the tip dripping onto Wargreymon's fore slit lips. "They're going to hear you out in the parking lot." He playfully teased back, a paw reaching to rest atop Wargreymon's on his belly.

Suddenly, from the side, Weregarurumon's arms entered Flamedramon's vision, holding something black. They wrapped it around Wargreymon's muzzle, drew the strap taut, locking the buckle and laying it over again.

"You're not wrong. This guy can be insanely loud when he cums hard. And I have a feeling you're going to break the scale, with how long he's been aching for you. Not to mention that little tongue..." he paused, a smile interrupting his speaking. "... Muzzle performance of yours." Weregarurumon rest his paw atop the strapped muzzle, wiggling it side to side. It made something jingle- Flamedramon's attention coming to a D-ring on the bottom. The strap looked like a collar, placed in the wrong place. From it hung a tag, shaped like a sun. Etched in filigree was "Mine", and behind it a snarling wolf tag matching Weregarurumon's collar. Weregarurumon leaned over, purring into Flamedramon's ear, "It really turns him on, too."

Wargreymon moved his other hand from behind his head, jingling the tags with a single swipe of a claw. The paw descended, behind Flamedramon, caressing the dragon's back, fingers teasing the triangular ridges along his spine. Wargreymon looked to Weregarurumon and narrowed his eyes. He jerked his head toward Flamedramon, tapping a claw on Flamedramon's back.

"Ah, yeah. Three taps with his claw means to stop, by the way. Basically 'virus' if you can't talk." Weregarurumon growled. Wargreymon nodded in agreement, then looked back to Weregarurumon. His eyes narrowed again, head leaning toward the canine. Weregarurumon playfully smiled. "What? Think we're good to go, right? What's wrong, dog got your tongue?"

The glower increased. Weregarurumon rolled his eyes and sighed. "I knowwwww. No knotting. You don't have the energy to stay big that long. I got you, my love." Wargreymon smiled best he could with the strap on. He gave a thumbs up with the hand on his belly. Then his hand moved to the headboard, gripping there. A loud puff exhaled out Wargreymon's nostrils, the faintest traces of stream visible in it.

To the side, Weregarurumon had taken up the handle-strapped phone. He pointed it to the dragons, nodding. "I'm ready, good to go!" His other paw went in front of the camera, giving the 'peace' sign to it. "Have fun tugging your little rod, Agumon!" before he moved his hand out of the way. Wargreymon rolled his eyes, looking back down to Flamedramon. He puffed out his nostrils again, fingers stroking along Flamedramon's back. That same bound smile. His hand left Flamedramon's back, to stroke his cheek with the back of his fingers against Flamedramon's cheek, then up to the headboard as well. Wargreymon spread his legs a little wider, knees bending, feet framing behind Flamedramon.

It was beyond intimidating, to be in control with such a large dragon. Another steamy puff from Wargreymon's nostrils. The raw power, tamed by a collar, looking like a piece of cloth used to hold back a charging bull. But his eyes weren't range, weren't a challenge. Once again, those green eyes, the same as Agumon, connected with Flamedramon's. Hungry, aggressive, needy as they were, love is what shone through the strongest.

Flamedramon let the concerns flow away, giving in to those loving eyes. Giving in to his lust and eagerness. He leaned forward, a hand on Wargreymon's stomach, the other grabbing his long shaft to guide the tip. He teased it along the slit, up and down, until he got to the middle. A quiet hiss escaped with his breath. He leaned forward, pushing his hips. As he sunk in he released his shaft, hand going to Wargreymon's hip.

Again, something totally new, totally different. It didn't have the intense tightness of Davis or Gabumon's ass. Silky, hot flesh pushed in from everywhere, until he got a little further in. Then the firm flesh of Wargreymon's shaft, slipping beneath Flamedramon's shaft. He sunk in until he was hilted inside. Above and to each side soft flesh gripped his shaft. A contraction by Wargreymon squeezed, almost feeling like it was pulling Flamedramon deeper. Beneath, Flamedramon's shaft was grinding against Wargreymon's. Beyond the tip he had been so thoroughly introduced to earlier, Wargreymon certainly had some sort of exotic shaft. Ridges teased Flamedramon, reminiscent of the ripples on his own length. The grind against those ridges earned a gasp when he drew. Back in, they slid easily by, back out, they dragged along his shaft- like they wanted him to stay.

"Nice..." rumbled a soft growl from the side. Flamedramon lifted himself up a little, creating space between his belly and Wargreymon's groin. Reminding himself to keep in mind that footage was being taken. That the camera should see some good stuff. Another growl rumbled, "Damn, that is... too fucking hot. You two are amazing."

Flamedramon panted out a single laugh, groaning as he pushed back in and arched his back up. His head lifted, crimson and green eyes meeting once more. Wargreymon was watching, his eyes intense and hungry, passionate, much the same as Flamedramon felt. Another hot blast of air left Wargreymon's nostrils, his hands gripping tighter on the headboard. Flamedramon could feel the shaft beneath his throb, swollen and eager to leave. He knew the struggle Wargreymon was having, keeping from extending out his of his slit.

Flamedramon reached a hand out, caressing Wargreymon's muzzle, along the strap, down to his jaw. He leaned up, Wargreymon responding and leaning down. Their lips met, but with Wargreymon's muzzle stuck closed, a wall of fangs blocked their tongue's attempt to meet. Flamedramon leaned back, starting to really thrust. He felt such pleasure coursing through every inch of himself, centered in each drag from Wargreymon's slit, pulling hot, slick fluids free, permeating the air, radiating through the rest of him.

"Fuck... You are perfection..." Flamedramon growled as he thrust back in. Wet, steady smack sounds filled the air, peppered by Flamedramon's grunts and pants, Wargreymon's muffled but deeper grunts, and Weregarurumon's lusty growls.

Flamedramon was lost as he thrust into Wargreymon. It felt like he could orgasm at any moment, but he just wanted to stay there, breeding a lover, in the heat, scent, and passion that filled the room. He vaguely had some semblance of Weregarurumon moving around on the bed, his steps on the floor, as he filmed them going at it. It wasn't until a paw rest on his tail that he really took note Weregarurumon's presence again. A powerful, furred paw gripped his tail, lifting it up higher. Flamedramon had to lean forward, elbow resting across Wargreymon's chest while he looked back. His thrusts slowed a little from the positioning as he took in the unusual scene.

Behind him, Weregarurumon was bent over the bed, on his side, holding the camera up beneath Flamedramon's tail. It was pretty deep in there too. Flamedramon groaned when he realized what the view must be like. He couldn't wait for the video- to see his shaft, close up, sinking in and pulling out of Wargreymon's slit, the bulge of Wargreymon's shaft wanting to leave beneath it, but held back; the slickness of their slits slathering together, making bridges of goo between their groins. Flamedramon faced back forward, his hands going to Wargreymon's stomach. He leaned forward, to lift his tail higher, hips up, drawing back further than before. He thrust hard down. A harsh snarl and 'mmmh!' from Wargreymon let Flamedramon know just how he felt about it. The dragon-man's growl rippled through the entire bed. Each of these larger, newly angled thrusts made Wargreymon's limbs tense, claws dig at the back of the headboard, hips push up against Flamedramon's. The position took considerably more of his strength. Flamedramon felt his jaw hanging down, tongue slipping free as his panting became harder. But each impassioned grunt from Wargreymon drove him to keep at it.

"That's it. I have got to get in on this, before I just knot my own hand." Weregarurumon snarled from behind. Flamedramon didn't pay it much mind, until a shadow went over him. He felt Weregarurumon working down atop him. The werewolf's left paw rest on Wargreymon's shoulder, his right coming around. The phone was still in it, watching back at Flamedramon and Weregarurumon from around Wargreymon's other shoulder. "Mmmh... Fuck yeah. You're half right, Flamedramon. Both of you are fucking perfection."

Weregarurumon's large, canine tongue dragged along Flamedramon's back, shoulder, along the back of his neck. The salty sweat, dragon taste, earned a satisfied groan from Weregarurumon. It made Flamedramon tremble, his arms almost going out. He lowered his hips back down, returning to the previous position to give his upper body a rest.

"Dreamed about doing this with you two." Weregarurumon continued, growling lustily. He set the phone propped up by the pillows, his hand disappearing back again.

Gripping his cock, Flamedramon imagined. Probably going to shove it up Wargreymon's ass. But then he quickly came to as he felt the tip of Weregarurumon's cock sliding along his tail, down toward his ass. Flamedramon's eyes widened and he gasped, "Uh, hey- wait, Virus!" the armor Digimon called out.

Both the bodies before and behind him froze where they were. Like time had stopped. Then Weregarurumon retreated. The shaft tip left his tail, a paw gently resting on his upper back. "What's wrong, Flamedramon?".

Weregarurumon's voice was suddenly so gentle. Still growly, bestial, but with such care and concern in it. So loving, he thought it was Gabumon again. Looking up, Flamedramon looked from Wargreymon to Weregarurumon, and back. Both were looking down at him. All the lust, aggression, need was gone from their eyes. Both were just looking to him, loving and wanting to know he was good. Suddenly, he felt so sheepish.

"S... Sorry. I didn't mean to, just uh...", he swallowed and looked back. Hilted in Wargreymon, he couldn't really see Weregarurumon's groin too well. "Weregarurumon, you're huge. I can't take you. Gonna have to work me up to that. Don't get... any practice, bottoming, anally. Only taken Gabumon's tongue there."

Weregarurumon sighed out between his teeth, Wargreymon relaxing back against the bed a little. Weregarurumon's cold nose played across Flamedramon's back, a kiss left on his shoulder.

"Don't be sorry, my sweet. You're good, little dragon." Saccharine words cooed from the beast behind him. Flamedramon did his best to relax, Weregarurumon helping by providing more kisses along his shoulder and back. "I got too excited. I'm too used to long-term partners. I should have been clear with what I was doing. It's my fault. I kind of guessed I was too big for you. Er, to go for your ass. Either of yours, hah. Wargreymon doesn't do anal at all, actually. But his slit's taken my knot, so he can surely take both of us. I was going to slip in there with you." He chuckled, "Three cocks in a slit... snug little party." The backs of his fingers and claws caressed down Flamedramon's back again. "Would that be okay? We can stop here if not. Both of us could de-Digivolve and have a cuddle party for the rest of the night, and still be happy as can be."

As Weregarurumon went on, Flamedramon felt his sheepishness grow. Of course Weregarurumon wouldn't have done that to him without asking. Without knowing it was okay. The idea of reversing everything, that he just destroyed such an intense experience for all three ate at Flamedramon.

"No, sorry, that's... no, we don't need to stop. Sorry, I sort of just," A heavy paw wrapped around his muzzle. Fur and dog scent filled his lungs as he breathed in, looking up. Weregarurumon was smiling down at him.

"You dragons... Do I got to get you a muzzle strap too? No sorry." Wargreymon playfully half-scolded. The paw released his muzzle. "Thank you," Weregarurumon continued. "Knowing you trust us enough to follow our rules, to pause and communicate even in the middle of sex, is a great thing." Weregarurumon planted a kiss atop Flamedramon's head. He lifted again, only for Wargreymon's muzzle to lean in and kiss atop his head too. More a nuzzle, with his muzzle bound. Both were smiling comfortingly to him. Flamedramon yet again felt so small between the two. In-training in a bed of Megas.

Like he could read Flamedramon's mind, Weregarurumon used the paw to lift Flamedramon's muzzle. He kissed again, Flamedramon's mouth briefly filled with dog tongue. Dragon tongue, slick and smooth, slid across the textured dog tongue before it left.

"We love you, Flamedramon. We don't want anyone else on Earth or the Digiworld here with us in this room." Weregarurumon assured. Wargreymon's hand moved in, stroking Flamedramon's cheek, adding his support without words.

"Are you okay to continue? Do you want to take a break?" Weregarurumon cooed- or tried. His voice was still what one fears hearing in a dark forest.

Flamedramon laughed softly, shaking his head. "Oh my Digigods. No, no, let's still go. I'm totally fine with you joining us! Just... was so into it, then suddenly, dick under my tail. But yeah. Keep going. How'd Agumon put it earlier? If I don't cum soon, I'm just going Digivolve into a puddle of cum. Or a just a giant, cumming Exveemon dick."

Weregarurumon laughed out heartily, lifting his weight back up off the two. "Oh... Is that really so bad? I bet I could have fun with a giant Exveemon dick." Weregarurumon reached out, nabbing the camera. He peeked, noting it was still recording. "You still comfortable with me recording all this?" Weregarurumon asked, doing his best to increase comfort.

"Oh yeah... that. Yeah, go for it. Maybe cut out the part I freaked?" Flamedramon forced out a chuckle. Weregarurumon rumbled a more genuine laugh.

"Really? I thought we could take it and use it to teach healthy sex communication at Digischool."

Flamedramon was sure he must have gone all white at the thought, or at least paled several shades lighter. Flamedramon, luckily, missed the dark glare Wargreymon gave to Weregarurumon. The wolf huffed back to the Mega.

"Of course my little lover. Gabumon is good with that sort of thing." Weregarurumon planted a kiss at Flamedramon's mid back. "Mind if I help get us started again? Wouldn't mind a drink of some double dragon juices." His large tongue coiled and licked his muzzle, a lusty rumble escaping Weregarurumon.

"Sure, yeah! Uh... please, that sounds like it'd be intense." Flamedramon peeked back, smiling eagerly. Yet another impressive quality to his two new lovers. He wasn't even this comfortable with Davis, after all those years of secrecy and pretending.

"Tail alright? Gabumon got a taste of that tail slit, I wouldn't mind some too. Shame Wargreymon's so sensitive about it- dragon ass tastes amazing, from the little I've gotten."

Wargreymon puffed out his nostrils. Seeing Flamedramon nodding, squeaking, "Sure." back to Weregarurumon, Wargreymon reached down with both paws. A hand cupped Flamedramon's ass, tail between two fingers. He pulled forward and moved his fingers up, lifting Flamedramon's tail base and grinding Flamedramon's shaft deeper into his slit. Flamedramon groaned out, "Mmh, fuck." After all that, Flamedramon was still hard as could be, he realized. Following Wargreymon's guidance, he pulled back and thrust back in. A shiver went from tail tip to shoulders. He started to thrust steadily again.

Behind him, Weregarurumon took the camera back under the lifted tail. Off to the side this time, so the video got a good angle of his muzzle going up to those two dragon groins. His tongue slurped out, wrapping around Flamedramon's shaft as it pulled free. A startled moan from above filled Weregarurumon with satisfaction. As Flamedramon thrust back in, Weregarurumon's tongue went with him. Inside, he entangled his tongue between the dragons' shafts. He drew it back out, working there a couple times before his tongue pulled free. It traced up along the belly of Flamedramon's cock, along his slit lips. He was slow, meticulous, as it traced across Flamedramon's taint. The mixture of dragon juices danced across his tongue, salty sweat growing stronger until his tongue dug against Flamedramon's tail slit. The dragon arched, whining cutely. Weregarurumon lapped back out, digging against the tail slit again. The taste was familiar, thanks to Gabumon, but his canine tongue so different. A brand new experience in a way.

Winking to the camera, Weregarurumon made his move. His muzzle got abused with his lips kissing against a thrusting dragon's tail slit, but the delightful noises Flamedramon made when his tongue slurped deep into his insides was well worth it. Weregarurumon worked there for just a little, camera getting a great view of his pink tongue spreading white tail slit open, sinking in far deeper than Flamedramon would have thought possible, and dragging back out. Each time out, like with Gabumon, he ground his tongue along Flamedramon's prostate.

"Haaaaa Fuck!" Flamedramon groaned as Weregarurumon's tongue slipped out again, Flamedramon arching his back and slamming to the hilt again. Wargreymon's whimpered grunt was sweet music to Weregarurumon. His muzzle pulled free. Fur matted and mussed, damp with dragon fluids. It all turned the werewolf on more.

"Alright, attempt two. Ready for some company, Flamedramon?"

A grunted "Mmmh... yes!" was hardly intelligible. Flamedramon was thrusting hard and fast, clearly working close to his orgasm. Weregarurumon set up the camera beside them, watching from the far edge of the bed propped up with a pillow. This time he used both hands to climb atop. His left held Wargreymon's hip, thumb atop Flamedramon's back, gripping them together. Halting Flamedramon's thrusting. His other paw took hold of his shaft and squeezed. Still plenty hard between his lust for the two and the flavorful teasing he had just done. He lowered over both of them, his weight properly pinning Flamedramon. Weregarurumon worked his tip up under Flamedramon's tail. He rumbled softly, "Just passing." As he used the tail to guide him. Flamedramon's tail slit, taint, the root of his cock and slit lips. A little push further, and he was at Wargreymon's slit.

It took a few angle adjustments, but his tip found purchase. He growled as he leaned forward and pushed. The passage was more snug than he had expected, the slick fluids just barely allowing him to sink in. Flamedramon was a noisy mess as his cock was pinned against the roof of the slit by yet another dick. Weregarurumon got it all the way in, though. Flamedramon was on top, Wargreymon sandwiched between, and Weregarurumon on bottom of the vertical slit.

"Fuuuuck... You okay love? This is a lot tighter than I thought."

A rapid nod, shifting pitch in Wargreymon's bed-rocking growl, gave his permission. The expression let Weregarurumon know it was a struggle for the dragon-man. Or he was real close. Probably both.

Weregarurumon leaned down, nosing Flamedramon's damp back. All three males sweaty, but Flamedramon rapidly becoming more so pinned by two large, heated digimon.

"Flamedramon, my sweet... Can your tail wrap around behind my knot? I can use my paw, but my orgasms are way better when something else holds it." Almost instantly, his knot was coiled. Gabumon had _damn_good taste in tails. A gasp left Weregarurumon, a thrust smacking his partially-formed knot against Wargreymon's slit, earning a grunt.

"Damn, you're good with that thing." Weregarurumon growled. That only encouraged the tail to tighten, to pull. He almost howled out at that alone. Weregarurumon drew his hips back, fighting the tail's tugs, and thrust back in. Already he felt cum preparing to leave him.

Flamedramon thought they'd both be thrusting into Wargreymon, but he was pinned and stuck. It didn't matter, though. He felt his orgasm rapidly building, just from Weregarurumon's larger shaft pushing in and out, stroking his length, and the silky massaging Wargreymon's slit was giving. It was an odd experience, to be stimulated like he was thrusting while his hips were still. And the little thrill, electric tingle of Weregarurumon's shaft working his root, slit, and tail slit with each stroke. He ground down against the thrusting shaft, letting the steadily larger and larger knot massage against his tail slit. Teasing at his mind that one of these two really should be the first to cum under his tail. His hands gripped against Wargreymon's sides.

Flamedramon was just about to warn of his orgasm when Weregarurumon ground down upon him. Suddenly everything was dim as he was sandwiched between two sweaty bodies. He groaned as he was compressed, hearing Weregarurumon bite down above him, snarling wildly and grinding his knot against Wargreymon's slit. Between the pressure and Flamedramon's tail, he could tell just how large that knot was, and somewhere far away he was shocked that it had gone into Wargreymon's slit. But it was hard to focus as hot, slick cum flooded the passage three cocks occupied. With little place to go, it flowed out past Flamedramon's shaft. Between that and the firm grinding, he whined out, muffled by the bodies around him. His cum shot atop Wargreymon's shaft, lost among Weregarurumon's massive emissions. He did his best to focus, keep his tail tugging, but the world was dim, hot, damp, and spinning.

Flamedramon was trapped there, even as orgasm ended and afterglow grew. A hot, damp space between two powerful bodies, stinking of male, sex and cum. Lots of cum. He had nearly caught his breath by the time Weregarurumon got up and off Wargreymon. "Keep on the knot, please." He growl-slurred, flopping to his side next to Wargreymon, pulling Flamedramon's tail with it. Flamedramon could finally push himself up, finding soreness in almost every part of his body, from aching internal testes to every muscle in his body burning from their lewd workout.

He looked up Wargreymon, the dragon resting with his head back against the headboard. Flamedramon got up, pulling his shaft slowly out. After Weregarurumon's, there wasn't nearly as much resistance to his escape. Looking up, he spotted Wargreymon had gotten that hard wolf bite on his shoulder. A red towel was keeping the bed from getting bloodied. Flamedramon's eyes must have shown his surprise, as Wargreymon lifted his hand and waved dismissively. He rumbled through his strapped muzzle, smiling what he could.

"Ah... uhm, okay. If that's alright... did you cum?" Flamedramon crooned, still not totally all together after the intense orgasm.

Wargreymon's muzzle strap jingled as he gently shook his head side to side, then held his hand up, thumb and pointer finger nearly touching.

"Almost huh?... Can I make you cum still?" Flamedramon offered, playfully smiling. His paw trailing from Wargreymon's mid belly, down toward his slit.

Wargreymon tilted his head, looking surprised. Only the briefest pause before he eagerly nodded.

"Mmm, excellent. You want me to take that muzzle thing off before I do?"

The first response was Wargreymon blushing. Flamedramon almost felt he'd earned a trophy- making a Mega blush? This experienced, sexpert of a Mega blush? At armor level? Pride swelled in his chest while a quick headshake from Wargreymon told him no.

"That's fine. Now... Can't wait to be your first to give you an internal orgasm." Flamedramon slowly dragged out, finishing just as his hand go to Wargreymon's slit. His hand formed a cone and sunk in. Wargreymon's look of surprise rapidly became intense pleasure, his back arcing and paws gripping into the bedding.

Flamedramon wasn't sure he'd be able to get his arm in- it seemed absurd, but Weregarurumon's cock certainly fit. That reminded Flamedramon, tightening his tail and giving a tug- earning a cute whine and hip buck. He smiled, continuing his arm's slow journey. Wargreymon was whimpering, squirming, his sore slit muscles clenching and releasing. Flamedramon's arm was mercilessly massaged, hardly able to move when the muscles fully squeezed down.

Flamedramon wanted it to be very different from what just happened. Not the rough pounding, not needy, selfish thrusts. His arm slowly worked in, careful and gently, exploring. Wrist deep he had slipped past Wargreymon's tip. Now at mid-forearm, he was teasing along those ridges his shaft had been teased by before. Elbow deep, he found the texture of Wargreymon's slit walls went from silky to a pleasant, subtle texture. His arm was pinned to the top by Wargreymon's shaft. A third the way past his elbow, his fingers explored the back-most point of Wargreymon's slit.

The dragon-man was torn between squirming and his body going taut with every muscle clenched. Sensations he didn't know were possible, places he had never been touched before. Outside, he was teased by Flamedramon's slow licking, eagerly taking in the mix of his own and Weregarurumon's cum as it leaked out, accented by Wargreymon's slit fluids. Wargreymon was quickly fidgeting, legs twitching regularly, hips arcing up. Flamedramon pulled out to mid-forearm, taking a grip of Wargreymon's shaft just behind the head. He pushed back in, stroking down, pulled out to stroke to the head again. The fleshy head swelled when he squeezed it, then back down. He started to steadily pump his arm in and out, fisting Wargreymon's slit from near-wrist to elbow, giving him an internal hand job.

The air was full of lewd, wet schlorps as the arm moved in and out. Wargreymon's breaths were hot blasts, air sucked in and shooting out his nostrils as he came to his peak. It was only seconds of this treatment before Wargreymon arched. Flamedramon was elbow deep, and suddenly found himself stuck. The powerful internal muscles of Wargreymon's sexual passage clenched down, locking his arm in place. Next, the world began to shake as a restrained, snarling roar seethed from Wargreymon's bound muzzle. The power it had bound made Flamedramon thankful for that strap.

Squeezed as they were, cum had little place to go, leaving Flamedramon in a front row seat to the splash zone. It gushed out around his arm, into his armpit, over his shoulder and face. He just leaned into it, letting the fluids flow over his muzzle, splash over his closed eyes. Drink what he could. His fingers kept stroking the seam of smooth and textured slit wall and the throbbing shaft it shared the space with. Almost instinctually, he knew just what points made Wargreymon's snarl peak and hips buck.

The orgasm was copious as one could expect of a Mega who'd been teased and edged for so long. Like almost everything else, the cum spurting against him was familiar, but different. Dragon type, like him, but off. So much stronger, how it tasted on his palate, warmed his throat and belly. It felt like a limitless supply, as the flow puddled up atop the comforter.

Shortly after the squeezing stopped, and his arm- thoroughly sore- was no longer held captive, Wargreymon whimpered. Flamedramon looked up to see Wargreymon looking at him. Wargreymon's hand gestured to back away. Flamedramon pulled his arm out steadily. Even relaxed, the walls were tensed, making it take considerable force. The flesh his fingers were touching shimmered just as Flamedramon was getting free. Flamedramon sat up and watched as Wargreymon shrunk down to Agumon. The black muzzle strap dropped to the bed while the armor left on the floor and speedo on the bed decomposing into data, flowing back into Agumon.

"Mmmm... You can let go, sweetie." Flamedramon looked from the reforming rookie reptile- in a puddle of seed. That didn't reabsorb- over to Wargreymon. His shaft had flopped, half soft, the knot a hardly a bulge any more. Flamedramon's tail slipped free and Weregarurumon flopped back, smiling. "Love you." He rumble-growled before his fur glistened and shimmered as well. A second later, Gabumon was laying on the bed, a black collar far too large for him standing up above his neck.

Agumon pushed himself up slowly. He groaned, "Man, my slit is sore... and I have got to take SUCH a leak..." as he rolled to his back. Enough cum on him he could almost be mistaken for a Snowagumon. He started to scoot to the edge of the bed, turned and slid off it backwards. Getting an eye of the mess, he paused. "I am so glad you budgeted for damage costs, Gabumon."

A soft chuckle came from the pelted rookie. "Happy to please." Gabumon puffed out tiredly. His head lifted, looking over, from Agumon to Flamedramon. "Both of you." With a cheerful, happy blush on his cheeks. Flamedramon smiled in return, watching Agumon slowly walk to the bathroom door, trailing cum footprints. Such a mess.

After some recovery, cleaning, rolling the comforter into a pile, the digimon were back in the bed. Gabumon was sitting atop pillows at the headboard, back against it. Flamedramon was reclined against him, Flamedramon's head resting back against Gabumon's belly. Agumon was between Flamedramon's legs, facing the two, large head on Flamedramon's belly, arms lazily hooked around Flamedramon's waist.

"So... You were okay with Weregarurumon? He's so aggressive. I'm sorry he scared you." Gabumon murmured softly into Flamedramon's neck.

Flamedramon smiled, looking back and upside down at Gabumon. "Yes. I promise. I was just surprised. I love him. All of you." He looked back down, patting atop Agumon's head, "And that applies to both of you." Earning a big smile from the orange rookie. Behind Agumon, a movie played on the enormous television, mostly ignored by all three.

"You know you don't have to stay Flamedramon right?" Agumon finally asked. His short tail giving a little twitch. "We love Veemon too."

"Of course I know. But look how huge this bed is. Someone might as well use some of the space." His hand not rubbing atop Agumon's head reached back, brushing against Gabumon's cheek and pelt. "Besides. Veemon and Davis cuddle so much. I get almost none. And Veemon feels guilty about it, so he won't mind at all."

Agumon's arms squeezed around Flamedramon's hips, a soft grunt escaping Agumon.

"Armor level digivolution takes almost no energy anyway. It's all the armor egg, so I can stay comfortably like this... and still have plenty of energy for tomorrow." He looked back to Gabumon. "Maybe for some Exveemon feet time... or Raidramon to get to know you both better." He looked to Agumon, titling his head. "Or maybe just a rookie circle jerk while we watch the video?"

Flamedramon took great satisfaction in how both the rookies were left blushing. "Or," he continued, "We could cuddle all day and take a nice bath together. I'm pretty open, so long as I get to do it with you two."

"All those sound wonderful." Gabumon murmured, his muzzle nosing atop Flamedramon's head.

"Seconded. And maybe... talk with the Digidestined about all this?" Agumon offered.

For a moment Flamedramon thought about it, then nodded. "Yeah. Just so we're all on the same page. ... You know, I was worried that after sex with you guys... That maybe I might think sex with Davis would be like..."

Silence settled in the air, until Agumon offered, "Boring? I kind of worried about that before my first time with Tai. Agumon and I were already together."

Flamedramon nodded a little. Then smiled, "But... It was totally different. Way more intense. But I still want Davis too."

Agumon nodded, smiling up at Flamedramon, eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's weird. I don't know why either. But human sex is great too. It's just..." He shrugs. "Different."

Flamedramon nodded. "Mmmh. Thank you both. And happy anniversary." He grinned, looking to both. "Hope I was a satisfactory sex toy."

Agumon rolled his eyes hard, while Gabumon lifted one of the spare pillows and thumped it gently atop Flamedramon's head. Flamedramon laughed and settled back, resting into Gabumon and pulling Agumon further atop him.