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_This is a damn long chapter. I'm so sorry. I tried to see about splitting it into two, but I couldn't do it while maintaining a somewhat equal amount of interest between them. You guys would have skipped right over to the next chapter (where all the sex would have been). I'm sorry if you don't feel like reading the whole thing. You could skip down to about halfway, if you want, but I'd be offended...

I've begun to develop something of a plot (or something). Yes, there's still plenty of sex. More in fact, plus it's way hotter. But still, if I wanted to (and there's a good chance I might) I could continue this and actually develop a good, lasting story for it beyond all the sex (but damn will there still be sex).

Also, if you like this and would like to check out some of my other lemons, please feel free to check out my stand alone piece "Life Like Monologues". Also, if you're into non-furry stuff as well, you will find plenty more over at actulfanfiction.com, under the same penname (or copypaste or something). If you feel like emailing me with a question, a comment, or even a request (if I really like I may actually use it. You never know!) you can contact me at [email protected]

Well, that's a much bigger intro than I initially intended. Thank you for your patience and please enjoy the story.

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It was a nice dream.

The wind blew softly throughout the city, rustling the trees, scattering dead leaves on the ground and chilling the night air. There was no sound of traffic, and the city had a strangely different smell. It was warm.

Standing on that balcony, it somehow felt so warm. So peaceful and safe. Looking down, all that could be seen were billions of tiny lights, swarming the streets and illuminating the whole city, each one distinct and independent, yet it was impossible to focus on one. They glowed and shifted, changing color ever so slightly. It was like a shimmering ocean of light.

Looking back up.

There was someone over there. Across the street, on the other balcony. Someone else was standing there and looking back. They were smiling. Behind them, holding them strongly, yet delicately, was a tall, loving blue creature. The lights were coming from his gaze.

Looking behind...

[BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP]

Davis was abruptly wrenched from his dream by the sound of his alarm clock. He moaned gruffly and slowly opened his eyes, his face still mostly buried in his pillow. He looked over to the clock on his desk. 6:30, it read. What did that mean...?

"Oh!"

Davis's eyes immediately bolted wide open and he went to get out of bed with a start. The moment he tried to rise up, however, he immediately stopped himself. He felt heavier than usual, and somewhat cramped. Also, something was on top of his.

He turned his head to look and saw Veemon asleep along his lower back. He was confused for a moment, and then he realized that he could still feel the tip of the little digimon's member inside of him. Then his mind began to slowly recollect last night's events.

Oh man, did all that really happen?

Davis' gaze once trailed over to the alarm clock, still making its incessant siren call. He awkwardly reached over and smashed down the top of it, silencing its noise. He then looked over to Veemon and whispered loudly to him.

"Veemon! Veemon, wake up!"

He also started to shake his bottom a little bit to jostle him around, but he quickly regretted it, as the movement in his still-sensitive entrance caused more of a reaction in his erection than he had time for. Still, it was enough to wake the sleeping Digimon. Veemon moaned softly, then slowly began to open his eyes. His chin rested flat against Davis' lower back and he looked forward at his master's tired yet agitated face, then adopted something of a confused expression.

He began to get up, then looked down at where he and Davis were connected, and at all the dried semen sticking to the both of them.

"Oh man, did all that really happen."

"I assume so, Vee. Now hurry up and get off. I gotta get ready for school!" Inside, Davis was at least as overwhelmed by the thought of it as Veemon was, but at the moment he was somewhat more concerned about getting to school on time, if for nothing else than to see his friends. That was what he had been worried about all the previous evening.

Veemon tried to pull out of Davis, but found it slightly harder than expected, mostly due to the excessive amount of dried cum that had practically glued his hips to Davis' thighs. With each attempt to yank himself out, his member only grew. Davis, too, was feeling the effects of this stimulation, and his erection was already pressing hard against the mattress as he arched his back and grunted at each yank.

Veemon was panting as he finally gave one last, hard tug with his hips, and with a sticky squishing sound, his now fully-erect member began to slide out of Davis' entrance. Whether because he was still tired or he was simply try to enjoy it, he pulled his huge member out very slowly. Once the head eventually popped out, a good bit of cum began to pour out of Davis' still semi-gaping hole. The boy felt this and clenched it closed, so as not to make any more of a mess on the mattress.

Not wasting any more time, he carefully pulled himself out of the bed and began to quickly remove all the sheets from the mattress. He then put on his pajama pants and began to walk out of his room to throw them in the washer. He stopped himself at the door and looked down at his belly, still protruding very noticeably with likely well over a gallon of Veemon's cum. He put a hand to his stomach and pressed down slightly. It was squishy, and he now began to notice it sloshing about inside him as he moved. He once more clenched his sphincter closed as it tried to seep out once more.

He dropped the sheets in front of his door and instead headed toward his bathroom. He seriously needed a shower anyway.

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About twenty minutes later, Davis had busted out of his room dressed and carrying his sheets. He rushed to the laundry room and stuffed them all in the machine before his parents or Jun had a chance to ask about them. Then he ran back into his room, grabbed his bag, and bolted out the front door, only barely remembering to holler "Bye!"

As he made it to the street, he slowed down to a brisk walk and sighed loudly. Veemon, deciding it was safe, began to poke his nose out from the bag. "Are you alright, Davis?" he said, somewhat meekly.

Davis smiled somewhat and responded, quietly. "Yeah, I'm fine, Vee."

"Good." Veemon responded, relieved. Then, a moment later. "Were you able to... you know... get it all out?" He sounded embarrassed.

Davis blushed harshly, but tried not to draw attention to himself. "I... think I got most of it." he said. "You can't... see it anymore, but there's still a bit in there. I can feel it sloshing around." He placed a hand against his belly once more and pressed down gently. There was no longer the feeling of it trying to seep out, but he could still feel it. "It-It'll come out eventually." Davis added, about as embarrassed as Veemon.

There were a few moments of silence before the little blue Digimon once more piped up. "How do you feel?" Davis made a face. "Full. I couldn't even bring myself to eat breakfast." "No, besides that," Veemon quickly retorted. "Are you sore? Are you having any trouble walking? You don't think there was any internal bleeding?" All this was making Davis blush more and more.

And then, "Are you... happy?"

Davis didn't know how to respond. He stopped for a moment, letting the other random civilians walk right past him. "Veemon..."

"I'm serious, Davis! I don't know what happened last night, but I don't believe it was meaningless! I... I liked being with you, and I decided last night that I wasn't going to give that up, that I didn't want to give you up to anyone else, that I... I..."

Davis took off his bag and held it to his chest, embracing it softly. "Ssh, Veemon. It's okay. I... don't know what happened either, but I'm glad it did. It was amazing. I'd never imagined experiencing anything at all like it. But more than just what we did, what I felt the most was just... just... I don't know just some great feeling of 'right' about it. I don't know how this will turn out, Vee, but I don't want to leave you, okay? You got that, buddy?"

Another short moment of silence and a muffled sniff later, Veemon responded. "A-alright... Davis..."

Davis smiled, then strapped the bag back over his shoulders and began walking again. He continued talking. "Other than that, no I don't feel too bad. Yeah, I'm a little sore, but I don't think there's any bleeding. I'm obviously not really having a lot of trouble walking, although it does hurt a bit. Also, except for my stomach, I feel really... empty."

Veemon smiled, gazing at the sky vacantly from inside the backpack, ignoring the slight erection he was getting. "Is it normal for humans to be able to be able to take that much?" he mused. "I don't know much about your anatomy, but at first I didn't think it was gonna be possible."

Davis raised an eyebrow. "Then why did you try anyway?"

"You really really wanted it."

"That I did, but I couldn't have been the only one."

"Heh..."

Davis smiled softly to himself and gazed up at the sky contemplatively. He thought about it briefly and decided that it was somewhat strange. "I'll ask Izzy about it after school."

The rest of the walk continued on in warm silence.

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School passed relatively uneventfully for Davis, besides a few encounters with his friends. Yolei was the first he ran into, at lunch, and he was relieved to hear that she had already completely gotten over her surprise and gave him a hug and a thumbs-up. Davis couldn't remember ever getting a hug from her before...

He managed to catch up with Ken after soccer. He was still a little uneasy, but assured Davis that he didn't think any less of him as a friend, and would support him as best he could. Davis thanked him, and assured him that he'd try not to check him out in the locker room. That really got him going.

He never saw much of Kari or TK outside of class, but decided that Kari probably needed more time. Out of everyone, she was probably the most affected by his announcement. He'd have to talk to her later.

After school, Davis went straight to Izzy's apartment. Knocking on the door, he was met by Izzy's mom. "Good after noon Mrs. Izumi." he greeted her politely. "Oh, Davis! Izzy said something about you coming by. Come on in. You know where to find him." Davis bowed before entering.

He went straight to Izzy's room, then knocked twice. "Come in." came the voice from the other side. Davis walked in and was greeted by the familiar site of more computer equipment than he could even attempt to name. Still, unlike one would likely suspect, it was neatly organized mostly on and under the desk and along one wall. The rest of the room was kept very tidy and neat. The bookcase was filled (likely in alphabetical order) and the bed was made. The floor looked like it had been recently vacuumed.

'Hate to show him my room.' Davis thought grimly.

"Hey, Davis." Izzy greeted him, not looking away from his computer screen.

"Uh, hey..." Davis responded. He slowly walked over to Izzy and peaked over his shoulder. "Uhh... What are you working on?"

"Just checking out some software a friend of mine in Europe has been programming for the past few months. It's supposed to monitor the movement of the more dangerous Digimon on the Digital world, and alert the user if any specific area is in any serious danger, or if some Digimon try to make it into the real world. Of course, I told him I've already made something like it, but he insists that this one will be better. Something about an easier user interface and a quicker alert time. Really, I don't know what he's talking about. Mine works perfectly fi-"

He cut himself off and looked behind him at Davis, who looked back at him with a bit of a grimace.

"I mean, nothing..." Izzy sighed.

"Oh, great." Davis smiled.

"So, what did you want to see me about?" Izzy spun about in his chair. "Is it about yesterday?"

"Sort of..." Davis began.

"Well, Davis, let me just say, don't worry about it. It's not as big of a deal as people make it out to be these days. It's just how you are and nobody has any right to expect differently from you. I already talked to some of the guys at school today, and they seem to agree. Don't worry yourself over it. We're not gonna abandon you or anything."

Davis smiled a bit. "Thank you, Izzy. That... means a lot to me."

Izzy smiled back. "No problem, Davis. So, was that it?"

"Actually..."

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"..."

"Yeah..."

"So you..."

"Uh-huh..."

"With... Flamedramon?"

"That's right."

"... HOW big...?"

"'Bout up to my chest."

"ALL of it?"

"Mm-hm."

Izzy sat in his seat for a while, elbows hunched forward slightly, a look of amazed disbelief and shock in his eyes. He didn't say anything.

"Look, I'm sorry to sorta... dump all this on you. I know it's really nothing you wanna hear, and likely something I should keep to myself, but it's just..."

"Impossible!" Izzy finished for him.

"Eh?"

"How could any of that be possible? If what you described actually took place, then your intestines should have ruptured, your spine would have snapped, your organs would have been twisted into a terrible knot and you'd have coughed up blood or choked until you died!"

Davis was somewhat taken aback by this. "... Well, thanks for that image, Izzy."

"I'm sorry for doubting you, but I just can't see any of that as being possible."

"So you think I'd just come over to your house to tell you all this as, what, some sort of joke?"

"Or something. Not the first time someone's tried to pull something so ridiculous over me. Besides, as far as my studies have concluded, Digimon don't even HAVE reproductive organs!"

There was silence as the two glared at eachother challengingly.

Finally, Davis stepped up. "Veemon, get out here."

Veemon had been listening from inside Davis' bag, sitting by Izzy's door, the whole time. At the Davis' call to him, however, he pouted somewhat. "Why ya gotta drag me into this?" he whined.

"Drag nothing, this is ABOUT you." Davis retorted.

An audible sigh could be heard from within the bag before it shuffled around a bit and little Veemon climbed out. "Why does it even matter, Davis?"

"It's the principle of the thing." he replied, walking over to Veemon. He locked Izzy's door and kneeled down. He smiled as he leaned into Veemon's face and their lips met in a warm, passionate kiss. Their jaws moved in unison and their tongues danced along eachother's tonsils. Davis' hands rubbed against Veemon's small frame, first rubbing his chest and along his milky-white belly, then began to massage his groin.

Izzy's first reaction was to shield his eyes. This was the last thing he expected to witness that day, and he'd probably have to ban Davis from his house for a while. But then, a strange sense of curiosity began to take hold. How many times had a human and a Digimon developed such a relationship? How rare was such an occurrence? Between two males no less? Plus, if Davis' story were somehow true...

Izzy hesitantly turned back around and began to watch. A strange glistening on Veemon's crotch caught his attention.

Veemon moaned as his member began to slide out of his hidden sheathe. Davis only broke the kiss for a second to catch his breath, then came back for more as his hand began to fondle the little Digimon's growing erection.

Izzy stared in shock at this sight. What he had thought to be impossible was there, glistening and growing right before him. Was it real? Did it have all the same functions. Now, instead of just curiosity, it was entranced disbelief that demanded he continued watching in silence.

Davis gently lifted Veemon off the floor and began to move his mouth lower, licking along his tiny lover's neck and chest, dipping his tongue into his bellybutton, and finally along the length of Veemon's now fully-erect, almost nine-inch cock. Davis gave another playful lick to the head before smiling and winking at the entranced Izzy. "Watch this."

After taking in a long gulp of air, Davis' lips surrounded Veemon's glans and slowly began to descend. Veemon let out a shaky moan as Davis took in more and more of his length. The boy moaned in response as he felt his throat expand to accommodate its girth as it continued into his esophagus. Once his lips reached the base, his tongue snaked out and licked between Veemon's now-visible balls, already looking completely full once more, despite their emptying the night before.

Izzy stared on in amazement as Davis deepthroated the organ, pumping up and down the shaft.

Despite his visibly distending throat, he didn't show any signs of any real discomfort, and instead moaned and continued to pleasure the little Veemon.

Finally, after nearly a minute, Veemon's body tensed and he thrust deep into Davis' mouth, holding onto his lover's head as he pumped his load down the boy's throat. Davis barely needed to bother swallowing as it all passed through his esophagus and slid into his already-full stomach. Still, he needed to prove a point to Izzy, so he managed to get loose of Veemon's hold and pull mostly off of his length until just the head remained. He caught the last few spurts in his mouth and held it there. He then stood up, walked over to Izzy, and caught him in a surprise kiss.

He managed to get a hold of the older boy's shoulder and the back of his head, affectively keeping him from pulling away. He forced Izzy's mouth open and deposited a good mouthful of Veemon's cum into his mouth before pulling away, smiling.

It had happened so fast, and before Izzy could even really think about what had just happened, he instinctively swallowed the load. Immediately, his face paled. He stood up from his chair and began coughing, trying vainly to get the disgusting fluid out of him.

Davis stood back and tried to hold back his laughter as he sat back down on the floor with the somewhat-spent Veemon. After about of a minute of panicked hacking, Izzy eventually calmed back down, to a degree. He slowly sat back in his chair and swallowed somewhat, still faintly feeling the substance's thick, salty presence in his mouth.

"That," he remarked matter-of-factly "was unnecessary."

Davis could do little more than grin slyly. "Maybe, but if nothing else, you had it coming."

Izzy did not respond to that with anything more than a spiteful glare. He took a moment to massage his temple before leaning back in his chair. He stared at the ceiling for several moments before speaking again.

"This is definitely new, Davis. I've studied Digimon in the Digital World, and not a one I have come across has had any indications of ever having, or possibly growing or evolving, reproductive organs. Not even other Veemons. This should be impossible."

"So what does that mean."

"It means that either this is some demented dream that I'm gonna go see a psychiatrist about in the morning, or you've stumbled across something new."

His expression changed suddenly and he quickly sat back up in his chair. He then stood up and walked over to Veemon, knelt down, and looked accusingly at him. "How long have you had a penis?" he said.

Davis was about to chime in all defensively, but Izzy immediately shushed him.

Veemon twiddled with his toes for a moment, his already flushed face turning redder. "Urm... I guess since I first came to this world." he replied. Izzy's expression didn't change. "And did it not seem at all strange to you?"

"Well, yeah, it was weird, but I didn't say anything. It had nothing to do with any of you guys. Besides, after bathing with Davis a few times I decided that it was just normal for this world."

Izzy looked contemplative for a moment, then spoke again. "What about the other Digidestined Digimon? Have you talked to any of them about this?"

"Some of them..."

"And..."

"They said they had the same change."

Izzy's eyes opened wide. He stood back up and began pacing about his room, one had at his brow as he belted on into a tirade.

"Penises! They've all had penises this whole time!"

"N-not ALL of them have..." Veemon began to pipe up.

"And vaginas!!"

A knock on the door. "Izzy! What's going on in there!?"

"Nothing, Mrs. Izumi!" Davis retorted, probably too quickly.

"Izzy, I don't know what you're going on about in there, but whatever it is I don't think little Davis needs to be hearing about it. Only warning!"

And with that, the footsteps slowly faded down the hallway.

The three in the room let out a unison sigh of relief.

"This is all very surprising, to say the least." Izzy finally commented. "But I still have my doubts about the other half of your story." He looked at Davis this time not with accusing eyes, but with relaxed curiosity.

"I swear I took all of it." Davis said with a grin.

"..."

"Don't believe me?"

"..."

"You want PROOF?"

"..."

Davis' smile grew wider.

He looked down to Veemon, who was already shaking his head in defiance. "Oh no, Davis. Not now. Not in front of him! I can't!"

"Sure you can, Vee! You seemed to enjoy it last night."

"But we were alone last night! There wasn't anyone standing right in the room with us watching the whole time! Besides... last night was special."

Davis knelt down and patted Veemon on the head comfortingly. "Vee, it's ALWAYS special. Every moment I'm with you is special and precious to me, and we should make use of the time we have because you never know what might happen. And besides. This time you won't just be doing it for me. You'll be doing it... for SCIENCE!!!"

He looked over to Izzy. "Right, Izzy?"

The older boy was silent for a moment, his mind filled with so many conflicting emotions, many telling him this was wrong and disturbing on so many levels, others urging him to wave them along and find his notebook, and even a tiny feeling that was actually getting aroused by the thought of it.

Finally, after an audible gulp, he looked over to Veemon and, with a shaky, unsure voice, replied. "Please, Veemon?"

After a moment of hushed disbelief, Veemon hung his head in defeat. Davis let out a hushed victory yell before he began to strip off his clothes. Izzy averted his gaze by searching his desk for a notebook and a pencil. A bright flash of light from behind him told him that Veemon had already digivolved. He turned around to see Flamedramon standing in all his glory, only this time without his usual armor.

'Armor Optional' was the first thing he wrote in his notes.

"Do you mind if we use your bed?" Davis asked.

"I... I guess..."

"Heh, long as you're okay with it."

Davis laid down on the bed face down, his legs and hips still hanging over the side. Without needing any orders, Flamedramon immediately got to work. He knelt down and lowered his mouth to Davis' entrance while Izzy rolled about in his computer chair to find a better vantage point. The large blue Digimon first began by lapping at the cleft between the boy's cheeks before he pressed the tip against his puckered hole.

Davis moaned somewhat as the tongue slowly began to push through his sphincter. "Does it hurt?" Izzy asked after a moment. "Yeah, a little." Davis grunted. "I thought you said you'd already done this. Shouldn't you already be... stretched?" Davis didn't respond as the tongue went deeper and deeper, delving past his colon slowly beginning to thrust. The boy was already feeling on the verge of release just as Flamedramon pulled out. He gasped for breath as Flamedramon stood back up and climbed on top of his small mate. He was just starting to position his cock when Izzy interrupted.

"Wait!" he yelled.

The two looked at Izzy, dire impatience evident in their eyes.

"Umm..." he wavered before continuing. "Could you... do it sitting up, maybe? So I can... see better? Here." He got up out of his chair and pushed it toward Flamedramon. The two lovers looked at eachother briefly before Flamedramon go up and sat in the chair. Davis rose to join him.

Once Flamedramon had been seated, Izzy finally got his first good view of his organ. It was at least a long as Davis had described it. Nearly twenty inches long and almost four wide, with a tip the size of a softball. It was smooth and white, with no veins, pre already streaming down it from the tip. Flamedramon's balls were massive as well, at least the size of the shaft's head, if not larger, and they were completely hairless, though it made sense due to the Digimon's lizard-like nature.

Izzy watched in attentive fascination as Davis climbed into the chair with Flamedramon and began to raise his body. It took a slight bit of effort between the two of them to maintain balance on the computer chair without falling backward, but Davis managed to find the tip of the shaft. He carefully positioned his still sopping-wet entrance at Flamedramon's head, then slowly began to release his weight. Flamedramon held his hips and guided him downwards. Izzy didn't dare blink as he watched inch after inch of the enormous organ slide into Davis' tiny frame. Soon, he noticed a very slight bulge just beneath Davis' naval. "Stop!" he said. The two in front of him groaned in frustration, but obeyed as the older boy moved closer, sitting directly in front of the chair, and leaning forward, his face barely a foot away from the bulge. Without looking down at his writing, he began scribbling notes down.

"Continue, but slower." he said.

After a moment, Flamedramon conceded and began to once again impale the young Davis on his massive shaft, only much slower than before.

Izzy watched, transfixed, as the bulge grew and rose, slowly moving up along Davis' belly and distending outwards more and more. He watched as it moved past the boy's naval and continued. His hand was shaking as it strove valiantly to get down all these observations, but inside Izzy was beginning to crack. Finally, frustrated, he threw down the notes and leaned in more, immediately taking the liberty to feel Davis' belly. He felt up and down the huge bulge that was Flamedramon's cock. He ran his palm along the gentle curve it had taken, and gently squeezed it at its widest point. Then he began following the path of the bulbous tip as it continued upwards. He placed a hand against the bulge, randomly stroking, pressing against it, and squeezing it. Izzy couldn't bring himself to stop and he began to sweat. This was intense, and he wanted to be a part of it in any way possible. Flamedramon didn't seem to mind this new attention and simply moaned at the strange, almost alien contact, and continued as he had been bidden.

Finally, after over a full minute, the shaft had reached its peak and Davis was firmly rested into Flamedramon's warm lap. The room was silent but for the labored breathing of Davis as he struggled to maintain consciousness. Somehow he was more worn out this time than he had been the night before. It probably had something to do with the position.

Eventually, Izzy noticed Davis' discomfort. "D-does... does it hurt, Davis?" The impaled boy only looked down and glared at Izzy, still gasping for breath. "Well..." Izzy continued, "You can stop now if you want. I-I believe you..."

"No." Davis breathed. He was slowly beginning to relax. His muscles loosened and his breaths came slower. "No, it was... like this last time. I just... need a minute to get... used to it."

Izzy nodded wordlessly, then went back to his "observations." He once more ran his hand along the entire length of the bulge, paying special attention to the bulbous head. His whole body had begun to sweat profusely, so he took a moment to remove his shirt, pants and boxers, all predispositions thrown aside. He wanted now, more than anything, to touch. To feel, to stimulate, to... taste.

Before his mind could come up with a reason to stop him, Izzy was once more giving attention to Davis' frontside, this time with more than just his hand. He pressed himself against Davis' belly, rubbing his face and chest along it, feeling warm skin against his own. He brought his face down into Davis' pelvis and began to lick just above his crotch, where the base of Flamedramon's cock could be plainly seen. He slathered his tongue all over Davis' belly and ran it along the length of the bulge, up to the very tip, where he assaulted it with tongue and lips, pressing his bare chest flush against the rest of it.

Both Flamedramon and Davis were outstandingly affected by this strange new attention. Without waiting for the word from his young mate, Flamedramon began thrusting again, just a few inches. His breaths came in shorter bursts as he pushed harder and faster, making Davis groan in rhythm to the pumping. Izzy continued his ministrations with his hands as his mouth worked upward, past the tip of Flamedramon's bulge, along the cleft of Davis' chest, up his throat, before finally meeting his lips.

Davis could hardly protest as the older boy took his lips with his own, parting them and inserting his tongue. The two wrapped their arms about eachother, holding their bodies tightly against one another, thrusting against eachother's hips in rhythm with Flamedramon's accelerating pumps.

The large Digimon began to pump harder and deeper, sliding out more and more of his cock before ramming it back in with a slick squishing sound. Finally, he got fed up with the chair and carried the two boys over to the bed where he laid them down and continued his work, now able to thrust deeper and deeper. Soon, he was pulling out until just the head remained, then cramming himself back in, at the speed of nearly two thrusts per second. Davis wanted to scream in a mixture of agony and ecstasy, but Izzy held his voice back with his deep, passionate kisses.

Izzy, continuing to fall deeper and deeper into the maelstrom of the moment, pulled himself upward just slightly, and felt about wildly with one hand until he found Davis' five-inch, erect member. Wishing only that she could move faster, he positioned it at his rear entrance, then pushed himself down on it as hard as he could. Both boys moaned loudly as Davis' hips met Izzy's thighs. In a second, the younger boy was thrusting into him with everything he had.

This continued on for over five minutes, the boys reaching their climaxes several times, but never once truly reaching their limit. They were both covered in their own juices from the belly down and still craving more. Flamedramon was in a higher state of arousal than he had previously thought possible. His thrusts continued growing harder, faster, and deeper. His tip popped in inch or so into Davis' esophagus with each thrust. He reached a hand around and inserted two long fingers alongside Davis' cock, making Izzy moan in approval as he continued to kiss and lick and nuzzle against Davis' face, never seeming to find enough contact.

Finally, with a deep, strong heave, Flamedramon thrust hard into Davis, and held his hips firmly. Davis let out a long, whimpering moan as he felt the first few massive spurts of cum erupt inside of him. He continued to pump inside of Izzy as he felt his already mostly-filled stomach quickly grow. It wasn't long before Izzy felt the young boy's distending belly pressing against his own. Finally, he was pushed to his final orgasm, spewing is seed all over Davis' growing gut, coating it with milky white cum.

Flamedramon's orgasm lasted much longer than the previous nights'. After about a minute, he was still emptying himself into the child. Davis' stomach had already reached its critical mass and looked like it could have fit a bowling ball and a couple of pillows. The cum was already seeking other routes, finding them in whatever space could be managed at his rear entrance as well as up his throat. Davis did nothing to try and stop the open flowing of cum from his mouth, instead sharing it with the older boy beneath him. Their lips met and Izzy swallowed as much cum as he could before gasping for air, giving Davis a chance to grace the rest of the boy's smooth body with the thick seed.

This continued for some time before Flamedramon's explosive orgasm finally began to taper off. The three lovers simply lay there, motionless but for their heaving bodies attempting to fill themselves with rejuvenating breath.

The silence lasted for nearly ten minutes as the three enjoyed the strange comfort, embracing the warmth of the other bodies, and the copious amounts of seed, each smiling warmly. Flamedramon was the first to speak. "I think we've proved out point, Davis."

"I think you're right." the boy replied.

At that, Flamedramon shifted to his feet and slowly began to pull out of Davis. All three could hear the long, slick 'shlck' sound as the sopping wet, still half-hard length gradually vacated the boy's organs and finally left with a resounding 'schlock'. Davis took a moment to readapt himself to his now seemingly-empty insides before removing himself from Izzy and rising to his feet, the older boy soon following.

Davis whined slightly as he felt the cum begin to gush out of his gaping entrance and onto the carpet, and he couldn't seem to clench it completely closed. Thinking quickly, Izzy dove under his bed and retrieved something. Bidding Davis to bend over, he gently pressed the large, round object into his leaking hole. Davis grunted in shock, then carefully straightened his back. He clenched his sphincter experimentally, moaning softly at the pressure it caused against his prostate.

"What was that?"

"Baseball."

"Baseball!?"

"I figured you could handle it."

The two boys took a moment to put some clothes back on as Flamedramon reverted back to Veemon. Izzy didn't bother with more than just his pants, as Davis didn't make it any further than his boxers, his now bulging gut making it difficult for much more. The two immediately relaxed Izzy in his (now somewhat damp) computer chair and Davis on the (soaking) bed. Veemon had already fallen asleep on the floor, and Davis gently played with his ears with one foot as he spoke to Izzy.

"Well, we might have gotten a little... side-tracked... but do you have any theories?"

Izzy closed his eyes and smiled absently. "I have a couple. I'd need to run a few experiments, but I'm sure I could find something out."

"So... Should I..."

"I'll call your parents after dinner. Tomorrow's a holiday, isn't it?"

Davis smiled and lay back in the bed. "It sure is."

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