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Veemon stirred as consciousness slowly spread through him. He resisted it. He wanted to stay in bed, cuddled against his mate. The past two days off had been relaxing and rejuvenating. The temptation to spend a third day spoiling themselves was strong, but their love of their work pushed back against the temptation.

Veemon scooted in closer, pressing his body to the hard, warm surface of his mate's shell. He rested there for a couple more minutes, listening to the soft sounds of his mate snoozing inside. Basking in the warmth, the scent of his lover, the softness of their bed led to another wave of temptation. Veemon forced himself to peek his eyes open, then all the way. The sun was already high in the sky, casting a warm light throughout the entire bedroom.

The little blue dragon nuzzled at the hard egg shell in front of him, hand stroking along it. He drummed his fingers across it, cooing quietly, "Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey." Veemon teased to his egg-like lover. He couldn't help but grin at it, even if he said it most every morning.

Digitamamon's muffled sleep sounds didn't change at all. Veemon snorted, pushing the covers down off of himself. If he didn't get up, didn't force Digitamamon awake, they would certainly be late for the evening's service.

Veemon sat up, pushing the blanket further down with his foot. He rubbed at his eyes, stretched, savoring the lack of ache or strain throughout his body. The poor digimon was always worn out by the end of a hard work week, but two days of rest had his body back in prime condition.

Rolling forward, Veemon stood on the bed and continued pushing the blanket down, all the way to the foot of the bed. Once Digitamamon's green, dragon-like feet were fully exposed, Veemon went on tip toe to look up at the egg. Digitamamon's window was closed tight, hardly a seam revealing where the egg Digimon's eyes and arms usually peeked from.

Another window was open, though. The persistent holes where Digitamamon's leg escaped the egg shell had a temporary companion. A third window was open between them, Digitamamon's pulsing shaft proudly standing out of the inner shell's darkness through it. It was almost shockingly large at first glance, but Veemon was all too familiar with its size.

"Dreamin' about me in there, cutie?" Veemon teased with a soft coo. The tease seemed to have some effect, as the green cock flexed. Veemon's quickly darted forward, reaching his palm out. A large blob of pre dribbled out of Digitamamon's overhang of foreskin, right into Veemon's waiting hand.

"I -just- washed the bedding, don't go getting your albumin all over it." Veemon snorted, grinning at his joke again. He lifted his hand up and slurped the clear goo away with his large tongue. He swallowed as he looked down to his own shaft, a pink cone peeking free of his male slit. He looked up to the throbbing green cock again, temptation to repeat yesterday's performance- docking his small shaft into Digitamamon's foreskin and unloading inside it- teasing at Veemon's brain.

"Too messy..." Veemon half-grumbled. It wasn't really much a loss. His drive to pleasure his mate far outweighed his desire to get himself off. He stepped up between Digitamamon's spread legs, one blue hand wrapping around the lower part of Digitamamon's cock, the other around the middle. He gripped the damp shaft and pulled it forward, pointing it at his muzzle. His hands pushed downward, peeling Digitamamon's foreskin back and letting the red glans peek free.

Another spurt of pre hit over Veemon's muzzle, much to his delight. He quickly engulfed the head of Digitamamon's cock, once again thankful for his extra-large sized mouth and tongue. He sucked eagerly, hands stroking up and down. He felt the foreskin in his muzzle draw back, exposing the hot, slick tip of Digitamamon's cock to rub against the roof of his mouth. A distinct groan echoed, muffled from within the egg. Veemon closed his eyes, savoring the pleasure he was giving his mate, the taste of his lover's cock and copious pre that he had to continually swallow down.

The rookie pushed his tongue forward, digging it against Digitamamon's frenulum. Another echoing, muffled moan rang out louder than the last, timed to the cock pulsing hard, as if trying to jump from Veemon's hands. The little dragon swallowed several times, nursing down the torrent of pre his actions released. Veemon peeked his eye open, watching as Digitamamon's window opened a little. He pulled upward along the cock, foreskin rolling back up over the cock head, swallowing his tongue with it.

"Mmmhhh!" the egg digimon grunted, a hand reaching out of the window and pulling the Digimon's dark, inner body up. Veemon watched intently, both eyes open to watch his mate's reaction. Just as Digitamamon's yellow eyes fixed on him, Veemon winked. His tongue pushed in, stretching the frenulum taut, then swiped up and around the glans. The powerful tongue slid between foreskin and cock head, up to just past the top, then reversed and went around the other way.

"Fuck babe!" Digitamamon growled out. That dark purple hand lifted off the egg shell, reaching out and grabbing the back of Veemon's head, palming it easily. The powerful hand gripped down, then Veemon's head was pulled forward, jamming the cock further in. The tip hit hard against the entrance to his throat, far too thick to go down it. Veemon hardly gagged, just kept wiggling his tongue in his lover's special pocket. His chest filled with warmth and pride at his skill. Warmth and cum, as well, as the egg digimon unloaded directly down his lover's throat.

After so many years together, Veemon still felt a certain satisfaction in his skill, making his lover get off so easily. Not an easy feat for most anyone but him, making him all the more certain of his prowess. He kept gulping in slow, rhythmic pulses, though he hardly needed to as the pressure of ejaculation forced the seed down. His belly filled, warm and sated with its load.

After the powerful pulses stopped, the hand atop Veemon's head relaxed, sliding down to his cheek. Digitamamon was left panting in afterglow from his special morning alarm. Veemon moved his paws up, covering the red glans in its green swath once more. His head slid up, until he just had the overhang of Digitamamon's foreskin between his lips, sucking and licking on it playfully.

They just rest there, staring into one another's eyes, for a good minute. Digitamamon's shaft lost its rigidity, steadily drooping, until it hung, limp and heavy, in Veemon's hands. There was the faintest pull, the shaft trying to retreat into its protective shell once more. Veemon kept a firm grip, not wanting the moment of intimacy to end and the day to start.

Digitamamon's hand drifted lower, claw tips tickling Veemon's chin. "We should get to work love. And you need a shower. Your customers aren't going to be too happy if you stink like digiegg." The egg digimon teased, as he had countless times before.

Veemon rolled his eyes, finally releasing the shaft from his lips and hands. It splatted to the bed, before being drawn back into the shell, the opening sealing shut and disappearing once more.

"You don't smell like egg you dork. I've sucked enough dicks to know you stink like a dragon type. Besides, egg's my favorite breakfast!" Veemon teased in return, hands lifting to pat and tap at the shell that would be Digitamamon's belly area.

"Your customers still aren't going to want you to stink like anything but yourself."

"You mean of Flamedramon." Veemon teased, still patting, like he was playing bongos on the egg Digimon's shell.

"Still you." Digitamamon sat up- more properly, rolled forward- to face Veemon proper. His purple arms slid out of the dark window in his shell, lifting and hugging Veemon up against him. Their lips met at the precipice of his shell. Veemon closed his eyes, leaning into the kiss, his muzzle disappearing just inside the egg shell. Despite years together, seeing the void within was a surreal experience, one Veemon still hadn't entirely gotten used to.

When the kiss broke, Veemon slid back down the shell and Digitamamon withdrew into his shell once more, leaving only yellow eyes peeking from the darkness within.

"You go ahead and shower and Digivolve. I'll head downstairs and get the bar ready. And get something to eat... filling you up really drains me out." Digitamamon's growly voice instructed from within the egg. At the same time, his green dragon legs extended a little, toes pointing, stretching.

Veemon responded with a little pout. He sat down, then flopped to his side, nuzzling at the stretching foot. His blue hand reached over the top, holding it in place as he nosed from heel to toes, dragging his tongue along the same path after. It earned a shiver, the toes curling and sole scrunching up.

"But I'm still hungry..." the insatiable rookie pleaded playfully. He mouthed gently on one of the clawed toes, knowing how Digitamamon's feet were practically wired right to his dick.

The foot jerked away, then playfully pushed at Veemon's chest. "You vaccine types aren't supposed to lie, you know. And you need to have space for your customers, remember?". It was a strange blend, the growly, dark voice teasing him in a sing-song way.

"Fiiiiine..." Veemon playfully pushed at the foot with both hands. He rolled over and slipped off the bed. He stretched up, onto tip toe, arms straight up past his head, then arched back, groaning happily. "Save some set up for me to help with. Love you." The little dragon squeaked out, before he relaxed and headed for the bathroom door.

"Love you too, my little digital cum dump." The egg digimon chided as Veemon

"Damn right you do!" Veemon proclaimed proudly, before shutting the door. He gave a few more stretches, admiring himself in the mirror. From his pink, conical shaft that still twitched from his slit, to the mess of pre on his face and muzzle. He turned his head one way, the other, then smiled at his reflection. "Nice."

Veemon waited until his erection had subsided enough to take his morning leak. He gazed out the window, admiring the view as always. Their house was most the way up a sizeable hill in the forest. Just off the beaten trail, accessible enough for customers, easy to get supplies from the closest settlement of digimon, but far enough out to have nothing but trees and growth in his view. It had taken years for them to get everything together, to settle, to build the place, but now life was perfection.

Veemon made his way to the shower, ignoring the digiegg of courage on the sink for now. It was easier to bathe as Veemon. Less surface area. Less temptation to play with his huge Flamedramon cock.

Veemon relaxed under the hot stream of water. The heat felt good, particularly after two days of lazy 'weekend' with his mate, and two days without a shower. The little dragon idly lathered up, savoring the heat, the steam, the feel of his belly full with his lover's data. He reminisced about their meeting, when Digitamamon had been but a Goblimon. They were both kitchen hands at a RedVeggiemon's restaurant, and friendship quickly blossomed between them. A night of drinking, and a wandering hand under Goblimon's loin cloth, had made them lovers just as quick. Being lovers then was much easier, at least until Veemon had adjusted. Goblimon's dick was far more size-compatible with a Veemon than Ogremon or Digitamamon.

Veemon could have tried to evolve, but Goblimon was always one to pursue the future between them. To have a business of his own, and to be powerful enough to defend it from unruly perfect and ultimate digimon. Goblimon was the one to have a stable evolution into Ogremon, and finally Digitamamon. He even earned Veemon a digiegg of courage. That way, the rookie and perfect digimon could have a more compatible sex life, and Veemon could defend himself. It had worked out even better for business, as well. Flamedramon was one of the top digimon on most 'thirst' charts. Who could resist a hot blue twink, Digitamamon had always said.

After cleaning himself inside and out, Veemon finished washing up and rinsed himself clean. Recalling the past always resulted in more playful memories, all the naughty times he had with his lover. And how Ogremon and Veemon had discovered a passion for exhibitionism. For sharing Veemon with others. The path that led to Veemon being a digital prostitute.

Taking the digiegg of courage, Veemon focused briefly. The data in the egg decrypted and flowed into him. For a moment, the world was awash with vertigo, everything breaking apart into data reforming. Really, Veemon knew, it was he who did it, not the world. The experience was still a rush, each time.

Flamedramon admired himself in the mirror, grinning as his eyes wandered down to a pink cock tip pushed from his slit.

"Back in there you." He rumbled, before focusing. His body heated, all the wetness remaining from his shower evaporating away. He moved his tail along the floor, projecting heat to dry footprints and drops away. With that done, he began removing his armor. He took off piece by piece, until he only wore the black belt straps on his limbs and the fire-themed mask on his face.

Flamedramon examined himself in the mirror again, making sure everything was perfect. His fingers teased at his slit a little, making sure a faint glisten was visible. He turned, lifting his tail, glancing to his pale pink entrance. All that was left was to lubricate, then head down.

By the time Flamedramon was ready and proper, Digitamamon was already downstairs. Flamedramon paced through their home, then down the stairs. A decent kitchen awaited the dragon digimon.

"I said to leave some set up for me to help with..." Flamedramon grumbled, looking over the counters of prepared glassware and snacks. He turned, heading through a swinging door to the patio area.

The majority of the first floor of their house was called 'the patio', their own little bar. Large rolling garage doors opened it to an outdoor seating area. It wasn't particularly impressive, seating maybe twenty digimon at maximum. But it was perfect for the two. Digitamamon had his own business to control, could express his creativity in the drinks he prepared, and Flamedramon had a place to pick up customers.

Flamedramon slipped behind the bar, up behind Digitamamon. He folded his arms, resting them and his chest atop Digitamamon's shell, leaning over and peeking into Digitamamon's eyes.

"I said I'd help with set up." He playfully growled. Another advantage of Flamedramon. His squeaky, tiny voice received an upgrade.

"Then you shouldn't have been ogling yourself in the bathroom mirror. Besides, we have a lot of hits on your DigiSpace page. You're going to be a busy mon. Just like every time we take a couple days off." Digitamamon countered, while a purple hand wiped a cloth along the bar top.

Flamedramon looked curiously over to the computer that doubled as their cash register. He lifted off Digitamamon and went to the computer, over to his DigiSpace page. Technically, it was set up as his work page, being a bartender with Digitamamon. A very thinly veiled disguise, but it helped them plan for the day.

"Stopping by for a fireball special!"

"Fireball plz"

"Got to try a fire rocket!"

"Can't wait to get a firetini!"

And other variations of it. Flamedramon's eyes widened as he scrolled. They never had everyone show up, but the night would still be crowded. He assumed a handful liked the idea, but were too timid to follow through. Those who wanted to, but couldn't afford it. Some having no idea what they asked for, thinking it was a meme.

"Jeeze you weren't kidding. Is there a heat digimodify in action or something?" he mused, scrolling back to the top.

"No clue. But I already accepted renters for the overnight stay." Digitamamon informed the dragon, setting the towel down and turning to face Flamedramon proper. Flamedramon could just see a wide, Cheshire cat style grin inside the black void. "Two Strikedramon. Twins. Pretty sure that's not checked off your bucket list yet, right?"

Flamedramon only responded by his eyes widening, the top part of his muzzle turning red with blush. Digitamamon laughed out, turning back to the bar.

"That's what I thought... You're going to regret it tomorrow, I bet. Strikedramon aren't known for being gentle lovers, from what I hear. And you bet I'm taking a turn after them." Digitamamon continued to tease, moving over to Flamedramon. Before, he towered over Veemon. Now, Flamedramon had a significant height advantage on the egg digimon. Digitamamon had to lean back, looking up to the dragon.

"Don't you dare cum today. That's mine, after you're done working." The dominant partner ordered in a firm, affectionate tone. Flamedramon could only nod in response, still looking bewildered by the previous 'twins' comment.

"Good boy." The egg chided, relaxing to stand normally again. Digitamamon's purple arms slipped out, grabbing Flamedramon's waist. His dark body pushed out of his shell, tongue slapping up between Flamedramon's thighs. The long, strong tongue dragged across Flamedramon's taint and slit, all the way up with a decisive flick at the end.

Flamedramon had to take hold of Digitamamon's shell to steady himself. He puffed out, "Yeah, really helping with that no cumming thing..." the dragon grumbled. Digitamamon chuckled happily, returning to his duties.

"Saw one of them wants to fuck your slit, too. Good luck! If you cum..." he paused, turning to Flamedramon again, that huge smile back. "I'll get one of those cock cage digimodify cards." The egg digimon threatened. Flamedramon's eyes narrowed and he grunted. The dragon was a kinky sex nut, but that was far outside his own desire. He didn't have time to respond, as both heard steps outside.

"Looks like one of your overly eager customers is here early." Digitamamon noted, looking over the bar and out the windows on the garage doors. "Ugh... that Goblimon, again." He grumbled once the customer was identified. Digitamamon sighed and rolled his eyes, leaning back inside his shell.

"Be nice." Flamedramon chided as he moved out from behind the bar, rubbing atop Digitamamon's egg as he passed. "You know I have a thing for Goblimon." Flamedramon teased, smiling to himself. Knowing that was exactly why Digitamamon felt ire at that particular customer. Flamedramon felt a hand swipe at his tail as he headed out, earning a playful grin back at Digitamamon.

**** Scene 2 - Flamedramon x Goblimon ***

Flamedramon walked past the rolling garage doors, leaving them to be opened once the bar was. He slipped out a side door, letting it shut behind him. Peeking around the corner, he spotted an adorable Goblimon with a postal sack and hat atop his standard vest and loin cloth.

"Hey cutie. I was wondering when I'd see you again." Flamedramon playfully cooed, leaning against the wall.

Goblimon startled, narrowly avoiding jumping back. He sheepishly looked to the Flamedramon, smiling nervously. "Ah well... Ya know I only pass through now and then..." the Goblimon meekly responded, heading over to Flamedramon. The dragon curled his finger, leading the Goblimon around the side, then back behind the house.

"I do. And that you stop by every single time it does." Behind the house was a small clearing. No windows on the first floor faced that way, and the only door into the house's kitchen was shut. It left but a blank wall and a couple small tables. One to set drinks or clothes on, the other stocked with condoms and lubricants.

Flamedramon rested back against the wall, smiling down at Goblimon. "If you saved up and came less often, you could afford more, you know." He egged on the smaller green digimon. Flamedramon knew all too well the Goblimon crushed on him something fierce, and was dying to lift Flamedramon's tail. But he was also the lazy type. Older than Flamedramon or Digitamamon, but never having worked to evolve further or move up the ladder at the post.

"I know... but then it'd be longer until I see ya again." The Goblimon mumbled, a paw rubbing at the back of his head.

Flamedramon cooed, "That's okay. I'm glad you come to see me so often." He reached out, lifting Goblimon's postal hat up and off, setting it aside on a table. He reached out, lifting the postal sack and placing it next to the hat. "And you're one of my favorite customers... so I'm glad I don't have to go too long before you're back."

The Goblimon's face darkened, and only continued to do so as Flamedramon's hands grabbed and lifted him. Flamedramon held the Goblimon under his arms, turning to pin Goblimon against the wall, putting them together at eye level. The Goblimon was a bit sweaty, surely a mix of the summer heat and the nervous arousal filling him. It delighted Flamedramon all the more.

The simple act already had the Goblimon flustered and aroused. His loin cloth was tented to one side, giving a pink of a green sack with red fuzz beside it. A weak moan escaped the rookie, the difference in their power tickling the Goblimon's desires.

"Since you're one of my favorites..." Flamedramon leaned in, nose-to-nose with the green digimon. "I'll give you an extra little treat... after I'm done blowing you, you can get a little taste of me. Sound good?" Flamedramon asked, his lips teasing against Goblimon's.

A small squeak was the only sound to escape Goblimon's throat. The rookie nodded eagerly instead, bumping his head into the wall a couple times.

"Good." Flamedramon purred out, pushing forward and kissing the Goblimon. Goblimon barely responded, his lips tensing against Flamedramon's. The dragon's powerful tongue pushed into Goblimon's mouth, coiling the goblin's limp tongue. He broke the kiss, a bridge of saliva linking their lips a moment before it broke.

Flamedramon let the Goblimon down, setting him to sit on a table. They were the perfect height for Flamedramon playing with smaller rookies. Getting to his knees, Flamedramon's head was comfortably at the height of Goblimon's groin.

Goblimon leaned back on his hands, spreading his thighs. His chest already rose and fell quickly, far too worked up before the fun had even started. It was adorable to Flamedramon, particularly how much it contrasted from his mate at the same digivolution.

Flamedramon teased his hand along Goblimon's inner thigh, up to his loin cloth. The flap of clothing flipped upward with a little flick of Flamedramon's hand, laying up upon Goblimon's belly. It revealed a bright shock of red pubic hair framing a very stiff goblin dick. Flamedramon gazed at it hungrily, as though he hadn't already been filled earlier that day. Though, as Flamedramon, his capacity was far greater than Veemon's.

Flamedramon leaned in, nuzzling into Goblimon's nuts, kissing on them. His nostrils right at the point where shaft met balls, nostrils tickled by bright red pubes as he took a deep sniff, filling himself with the spicy tang of Goblimon smell.

"Ah, s... sorry, it's really hot o-" Goblimon was cut off as Flamedramon's hand resting over his muzzle, holding it closed. Flamedramon looked up, his bright eyes looking into Goblimon's.

"I've told you plenty of times Goblimon... I like your smell." He rumbled, releasing Goblimon's muzzle. His hand drifted down, stroking along the goblin's belly and chest, wrinkling up the loin cloth at his waist. He took another sniff, sighing out happily. It reminded him of his early relationship with Digitamamon, when the egg digimon was but a Goblimon. A lick across Goblimon's sack filled his muzzle with the nostalgic flavor of Goblimon.

"Besides... I can tell you've been saving up for me. And if I start blowing you right away, you'll be paying a lot for just a few seconds of fun..." Flamedramon teased, before his tongue licked back out again, dragging between the Goblimon's thigh and sack.

Goblimon blushed at the fact he could cum so quickly for Flamedramon. The poor thing didn't know how much experience the dragon had with his particular species of digimon. He moaned, back arching as the hot tongue dragged across such sensitive areas. The Goblimon was stuck there, whimpering and moaning, as Flamedramon licked and teased. Flamedramon spent plenty of time there, teasing the Goblimon's sizeable orbs, licking at them, sucking gently on them. All the while Goblimon's shaft twitched and flexed, drooling pre into Goblimon's pubes while it was ignored.

After Flamedramon was half-sure Goblimon was getting close from teasing his nuts alone, the dragon sat back on his heels. His muzzle end was a mess of saliva and pre, scented with Goblimon musk. He licked over his lips and nose, rumbling, "Curious... Ever had your foot licked?"

The Goblimon was even sweatier than before, and his chest was still heaving. The poor thing looked like he'd already cum a couple times. His eyes opened a little wider, and he shook his head.

Flamedramon took on a devilish expression, hands tracing down Goblimon's legs. He gripped each of the Goblimon's ankles, lifting his feet. He nosed and sniffed at one, heel to ball, then the other. Goblimon's legs twitched, toes splaying and curling. Finally, Flamedramon let his tongue out, dragging it from heel all the way up Goblimon's sole, until it flicked off his toe claws just as he had done to Digitamamon earlier.

Goblimon tried to resist, but he couldn't contain a snort and grunt, foot pulling back just at the end of the lick. Flamedramon curiously looked up, Goblimon looking away, his face flushed.

"Too ticklish huh? It's alright, it's not for everyone." Flamedramon cooed comfortingly.

Goblimon took a moment before he looked back to Flamedramon and nodded. "I ... Yeah, it tickled too much." He half-whispered.

Flamedramon sat back up and forward, going onto his knees again. His arms rest over Goblimon's thighs, smiling his best comforting smile. "I love a customer who can be honest with me."

The Goblimon flushed again, looking away. Flamedramon rolled his eyes. His hand slid up, gripping Goblimon's shaft between two fingers. He stroked up and down, not wanting to stimulate the rookie too much. He slowly worked the Goblimon's foreskin back, easing the tight hood to reveal the pink glans within. Goblimon whimpered as he was exposed so expertly by Flamedramon's well-practiced paw.

Goblimon's arm lifted, forearm resting over his closed eyes. He whined a little moan sound as his foreskin slid up and down over the head. After a couple slower strokes he whimpered out, "I'm close..." in a little whisper. Flamedramon glanced up, then back down. His fingers slid down the shaft, until the very base, pointing it at his muzzle, a repeat of the morning.

This time, the whole shaft fit easily in his muzzle. Flamedramon engulfed it, lips wrapped around the base of the dick, nuzzling Flamedramon's nose into the Goblimon's bright pubes. He sucked in a breath through his nostrils, then out, giving the Goblimon a moment to adjust. Then he started sucking, his long tongue wrapping around the shaft and stroking up toward the tip. Just as his tongue felt the soft, slick texture of Goblimon's glans, the goblin's hips jerked up, a whine escaping between clenched teeth.

Flamedramon moved his hands under Goblimon's butt, supporting the pert green globes and easing the pressure off Goblimon's arched back. He continued sucking and licking on Goblimon's cock, easing off the sucking and pressure as the orgasm tapered off. As he released the cock, giving one last lick along its belly, Goblimon tensed and grunted. Flamedramon grinned, keeping his muzzle close. One little oversensitive tease was a perfect tip atop what Goblimon was paying.

"Thank you." The Goblimon whispered, his foot rubbing gently at Flamedramon's side.

The dragon smiled and placed a kiss on the belly of Goblimon's cock. "My pleasure." He rumbled, standing back proper. Flamedramon stepped around the table to the other side, where Goblimon's head hung. The rookie looked confused for a moment, particularly when Flamedramon's hand pressed to his chest, holding him down. Goblimon's expression changed as he realized what it was.

It wasn't as though he had much time to think about it. Flamedramon pushed his hips forward, his slit pressing to Goblimon's muzzle and lips.

"Have a taste." The dragon rumbled and growled, a mix of eager and frustration that he couldn't just rail the Goblimon's throat. Not a proper way to treat a customer, and Digitamamon would have quite a fit over it.

Goblimon breathed in, shivering. His tongue licked out, dragging from the top of Flamedramon's slit down to his taint. Goblimon moaned audibly at the taste, his shaft flexing as arousal quickly built itself up once again.

"Go on inside. That's what you want, isn't it?" Flamedramon teased, knowing how eager Goblimon was for his dick. And at that moment, he felt just as eager to give it. He wouldn't, he was a good mate. But he wanted to.

Goblimon nodded a little. It still took another moment before he worked up the will to lick again, pressing hard this time. Flamedramon hissed a happy note as the pressure built, stronger and stronger, then gave way. The tongue sunk into his slit, a dam of pleasure bursting forth. It felt so good against his inner walls, and the tip even went deep enough to rub against his dormant cock tip.

Flamedramon removed his hand as the tongue slipped back out of his slit, taking a step back from Goblimon. He felt his shaft thickening, wanting to push free. He willed it back, while watching Goblimon coughing and rubbing at his muzzle with the back of his forearm. Flamedramon couldn't help but snicker a little, helping the Goblimon sit up with a gentle push to his back.

"Too spicy for you?" he teased the Goblimon, stroking up and down along his back. The Goblimon was quick to shake his head.

"No, it's just... not what I expected? Never tasted..." He trailed off, face red.

Flamedramon rumbled, patting the Goblimon's back. "It's alright. I need to get back to work... but you..." He leaned down planting a small kiss on Goblimon's forehead. A single finger teased the tip of Goblimon's stiff dick, causing the foreskin to slide around against the flesh it protected. "Feel free to rub a couple out if you need to. Just be sure to pay Digitamamon on the way out."

Goblimon gazed down at his own erection, stiff as it could be care of his little taste. He glanced back at Flamedramon as the dragon opened the door, moving into the house's kitchen. He wrapped his great hand around his length, starting to stroke it as he laid back on the table again.

**** Scene 3 - Flamedramon x Gaomon ***

Once Flamedramon was inside, he only had a few minutes to wipe the saliva and slit fluids from his groin, clean his muzzle tip, and pop a breath mint. After, he quickly went out to the patio area.

"... How do you manage to do that every time?" Digitamamon asked from the patio floor, halfway to the rolling garage doors. "Do you have an alarm clock program inside of you or something?"

Flamedramon snorted and playfully waved his paw through the air. "I'm just that amazing." He countered, playfully kissing atop Digitamamon's shell as he passed by. Each of the digimon went to the pull chain for the rolling doors, simultaneously pulling and raising the doors fully. The bar was opened, and a few customers already waited.

Flamedramon followed Digitamamon back to the bar, helping start the night. They each took orders, preparing drinks and handing out small snack foods as needed, well-practiced in their movements around one another in the tiny space.

"Did you have fun?" Digitamamon asked in a quiet tone as he stirred a martini, right beside Flamedramon.

"Of course. Goblimon's a treat. Hoping he rents the bed upstairs someday." Flamedramon rumbled in a matching, soft tone. He could feel Digitamamon glaring at him, the stirring sound pausing for a second before resuming. Flamedramon repressed a smirk, stepping back from the bar and walking behind Digitamamon to get a glass.

"Nostalgia could never replace the love of eggs I have now." Flamedramon cooed sweetly to the back of Digitamamon's shell. A subtle change in stance told Flamedramon the egg digimon was blushing, hidden in the depths of his shell.

"You're damn right it couldn't." Digitamamon rumbled in satisfaction. Flamedramon moved back around to the bar, a hand stroking Digitamamon's egg as he moved around front once more. He placed a napkin on the bar, the drink atop it, and looked to the next customer.

It was a blue dog, a Gaomon. Flamedramon had already spotted the nervous canine, particularly how he kept changing place further back in line. Making sure Flamedramon would take his order, steeling himself to say the words he wanted to.

The Gaomon swallowed, smiling, nodding. "Hiya! I was uh... wonder if I... uhm..." he trailed to silence for a second, before he grunted quietly, "A fireball shot?".

Flamedramon nodded, politely cooing, "Of course sir! It would be our pleasure. I have to get that from the back, do you mind waiting a minute?".

The Gaomon quickly nodded, stepping aside and moving to sit in the corner. Flamedramon turned to the next customer, ignoring Digitamamon's laughter at the bashful dog.

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After the line died down, and a trip to the back for a brief discussion with a certain blue digimon, Flamedramon found himself approaching the Gaomon. He was at a corner secluded booth, the table a little tall for rookies, but doable. It was strategically tall, and the table cloth strategically long. Doing something in public had become a surprisingly common request for Flamedramon's customers. One that they had tailored the bar into suiting. The fact that Digitamamon rather enjoyed Flamedramon stealthily working had a bit of influence on that.

In this case, the Gaomon paid for a hand job out in the bar. Flamedramon had a good read on most customers, and a good familiarity with most Digimon types. With dusk was setting in, the inner patio area darkened and shadows deepened. The lighting installed on the interior patio was low, dim, compared to the bright lights they had on the outer patio. Mood lighting, for a romantic environment, they would respond to those asking for brighter light.

Flamedramon walked over to the Gaomon's table, a bottle of champagne in one hand and three champagne glass stems between the fingers of his other. "Hey puppy. Nice colors. Mind if I join you?" Flamedramon purred in a sultry tone. The Gaomon's eyes went wide, blush forming on his muzzle. He quickly shook his head. Flamedramon looked about, noting that the dog had tucked his gloves onto the seat next to him. Perfect.

With that, the dragon slipped in and sat right against Gaomon. He poured them each a glass of the bubbling wine. The Gaomon looked curiously at the third glass, Flamedramon ignoring the questioning gaze. He handed the Gaomon a glass, then toasted the dog digimon.

"To your first visit." He murmured in the same warm, silky voice. Flamedramon took a sip, while the Gaomon had a couple gulps. The dog shivered at the taste, letting the glass back down onto the table. Champagne wasn't to everyone's taste, for sure.

Flamedramon kept one paw on the glass stem, the other resting on Gaomon's thigh. The dog tensed a little at the contact, but quickly relaxed back into his seat. The hand stroked up and down, stroking the thigh, steadily working further into Gaomon's lap each time.

"Not your first time doing this, though... Sound about right, puppy?" Flamedramon rumbled, timed to just when his paw slipped between Gaomon's thighs, cupping and massaging the canine's balls.

"Nope." The Gaomon responded in a tight yip. His thighs spread, pushing his hips forward into Flamedramon's soft grip. "Done it before myself... First time having someone else do it..." he kept his voice quiet. The table was strategically placed, hard for others to listen in on, but caution was rarely a bad idea in the situation.

Flamedramon kept at massaging his balls until he felt slickness dribble down the sheath, onto the back of his hand. "That's a shame." He rumbled, lifting his hand off the champagne glass. He timed it to when his hand slid up, onto Gaomon's sheath. He then placed his cheek on his fist, body turned to face the dog more. Allowing him to push a finger down inside Gaomon's sheath, teasing it in and out, feeling the flesh within pulse and push against his invasion.

"You seem like the kind of good dog who loves being obedient. Sound about right?" Flamedramon rumbled, each push of his finger a little shallower than the last. The sheath was quickly filled with slick fluids as Gaomon's shaft dripped pre. The Gaomon, all the while, was slumped back in his seat, jaw clenching, eyes skipping around the bar to watch for any suspicious gazes.

"Answer me, puppy." Flamedramon rumbled, his voice raised a little more. Gaomon's gaze quickly snapped back to him. Eyeing the cocky smile on Flamedramon's muzzle, just as Flamedramon pushed his whole finger in again. The Gaomon shuddered, knees bending and toes curling under the table.

"Y... yes sir. I... I've always wanted t-" Gaomon was cut off as Flamedramon lifted a finger.

"That's enough puppy. Keep it up with the sir, though." Flamedramon lifted the champagne glass to his lips, taking a sip before replacing the glass on the table. His hand lifted from Gaomon's sheath, joining its match on the table, as Flamedramon's tail shifted. The dog's boxing gloves tumbled off the booth seat, under the table.

"Oops! Sorry. Would you mind getting those? It's a bit easier for a little rookie like you." Flamedramon mused, watching Gaomon's reactions. The 'little rookie' really made the dog blush.

"O... of course! S... sir." Gaomon quickly responded, slipping down under the table. When he disappeared beneath the cloth, Flamedramon lifted one leg, folding it over the other.

Flamedramon pushed his foot against Gaomon's face, rumbling quietly. "Lick it." As he sat back against the booth once again. Below the table, Gaomon had frozen in place. Seconds ticked by, then Flamedramon felt the dog shift. A broad, canine tongue dragged up along his sole. A cold nose rubbed into his arch, then another lick.

"Good boy. Back in your seat." He rumbled quietly. He watched as the boxing gloves were pushed out from below the table, back onto the booth. Then the dog followed them, sitting back next to Flamedramon. He sat a little stiffer than before, both arms on the table. His bright red, canine cock was sticking out of his sheath, twitching and dripping.

Flamedramon refilled their champagne glasses, then handed one to Gaomon again. The dog looked unsure, this time taking a small sip, like the dragon did. Flamedramon moved his paw back down to Gaomon's lap, wrapping it around the red shaft.

"I've always thought a cute dog like you belongs on the floor. Did you like it down there?" Flamedramon's voice was low, but his tone stern. He started stroking as he asked, Gaomon grunting and nodding.

"Y... yes, I did, thank you sir." The dog spoke in terse, short words. Flamedramon pushed his paw down, pushing Gaomon's sheath back, until it slipped past the part formed knot, exposing the full length. The Gaomon suppressed a yip with a bite to his lower lip. He ground the bite in as Flamedramon's paw moved down, squeezing and tugging on the knot. Flamedramon shifted lifting the tablecloth up and over his hand and the Gaomon's throbbing shaft.

"You know, I bet you'd look great on all fours... led around on a leash..." Flamedramon mused in a playful, conversational tone. He rested his head back on his hand, looking totally at rest and casual over the table. All the while his paw worked the Gaomon's shaft, tugged his knot, milked the dog.

The dog rest both hands on the table, nodding. His fingers teased at the champagne glass in front of him, doing his best to be casual as well, while he felt his orgasm building rapidly. "That'd... I'd love that, sir, yeah." He half-growled, quieting himself quickly.

"I'm thinking next time you visit, you pay to be leashed under his table. And throughout the evening I'll take a break at the table to have my feet licked..." There was a quiet little whine, Gaomon's muzzle clenched shut. He took slow, deep breaths through his nostrils. "And tug your knot with my toes..." The Gaomon swallowed, tail giving a single lash as he started to cum under the table cloth. "And have you wrap that cute muzzle around my cock."

Gaomon swallowed, his muzzle wrinkling a little, and he had to stifle another whimper. His cock squirted shot after shot, strategically aimed by the dragon. Flamedramon let the canine digimon have his release without too much teasing, just a firm pressure on the knot and squeezes to make sure he came as much as he could.

"You're pretty great at this stealth thing. I barely even noticed." The dragon teased as Gaomon began to relax, his knot still hard and stuck, but the shots down to drips.

"Thanks." Gaomon mumbled, reaching out for his champagne glass. He lifted it halfway to his lips before he caught Flamedramon's arched eyebrow, aided by a hard squeeze to his knot that almost made him yelp. The glass lowered as Gaomon swallowed, "Thank you. Sir."

"Better." Flamedramon rumbled, his expression suddenly affectionate once more. The Gaomon sighed in relief, taking a drink from his glass.

"Guessing you've not sucked a dick, the way your expression changed when I said that." Flamedramon continued, feeling Gaomon's knot start to soften and shrink in his paw.

A subtle shake of his head confirmed what Flamedramon suspected, the Gaomon quietly responding, "I've... been curious. Sir. But I've only been with girls. Uh... Kinda... came here 'cause..." he looked sideways to Flamedramon, Gaomon's blush deepening.

"... Because you wanted a Flamedramon, right?"

A small nod confirmed Flamedramon's suspicions, drawing a snort from the dragon. "You're not the first, don't worry." Flamedramon assured, while he released Gaomon's knot and teasingly traced a finger along the softening shaft.

"So in that case..." The dragon continued, "You've never tasted a guy's cum? Probably not even your own?" Flamedramon questioned. The Gaomon gave a curious look, shaking his head with a slow 'no'. His eyes widened, as realization dawned.

Flamedramon slipped the once empty champagne glass from under the table, from his coiled tail tip into his hand. It was over half full with milky fluid. Almost the entirety of Gaomon's load, expertly caught by the practiced Flamedramon.

"Drink it." Flamedramon stated in a flat tone, like it was a regular thing to make a person do. "Before someone notices."

Gaomon looked across the bar, then quickly moved his hand to the glass. He lifted it up to his lips. He paused, muzzle wrinkling as he looked in. He held it there, the scent filling his nostrils.

"That is not a request." Flamedramon half-growled.

Gaomon glanced to Flamedramon, back to the glass. He put it to his lips, upending it, swallowing hard and fast. To Flamedramon's delight, he even saw the dog's tongue flick out and slurp the interior of the glass. The glass was quickly put back down on the table, the Gaomon's expression a mix of disbelief and a touch of nausea.

"Good puppy." Flamedramon whispered in Gaomon's ear, kissing it after. Despite his expression, Gaomon's tail gave a couple wags. "Now make sure you're fully decent before you leave the table. And do come visit again. I'll have that leash ready."

Gaomon looked at Flamedramon in disbelief. Like he thought it was play and talk, not something to follow through with. Nervousness was obvious, but there was a distinct glimmer of excitement as well.

"Now, I should go run your bill. For the drinks." Flamedramon purred, smiling. Gaomon nodded in response, grabbing his boxing gloves. He pulled a card free from one, handing it to Flamedramon. "Thanks puppy." The dragon cooed, before heading back to the bar with the spare glass.

"You're evil." Digitamamon teased as Flamedramon began running the charge at the computer. "I think you traumatized him."

"No, I gave him everything he didn't know he wanted." Flamedramon boasted proudly, folding the receipt around the card.

"Doesn't make it not evil." Flamedramon could hear the grin in Digitamamon's voice. "Anyway, it's about time. Hope you're not riding that domination high. Your slit appointment is here." Digitamamon spoke in a hushed tone, before he gestured out across the bar. Flamedramon followed the gesture while Digitamamon went back to serve a customer.

**** Scene 4 - Flamedramon x ???? will be out soon! Who do you want to see Flamedramon with? Leave a comment and maybe your wish will be granted! ***