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A nice big house, a nice big pool, a nice big yard. A perfect match for two nice big digimon. A Wargreymon and an Exveemen were laying on lounge chairs on their property, soaking in the sun. The former shorn of all armor and other garb, the latter as bare as usual. Some might have called them lazy, but considering they didn’t really need to do anything, they hardly cared.

“You think we should get up and do anything, East?” the Exveemon Westor proposed after what was probably an hour or so of just laying back and resting. “Maybe take a jog, or go to the smashing pit? I wouldn’t mind turning a couple machines into scrap.”

The Wargreymon Eastyn just grunted in response. “Nah. I think we should just enjoy the weather today. I feel lazy...don’t wanna break stride, I’ve got a good lounge going. Besides, it’s supposed to be cloudy tomorrow...better day for smashing.”

“If you say so. If I don’t get up soon though I’m probably gonna petrify in place.”

“You can do what you want, I’m not stopping you.”

“Yeah, but it’s no fun to go alone. We could have a challenge...best smasher gets to be the smasher in the evening.”

Another grunt from Eastyn. “Always gotta challenge you with my ass on the line…”

“Well, how else would it be fair? One of us has to concede, we can’t both dom-top every time. And it’s not like you ever want to volunteer.”

“We’ve been over this, West. You know I’m not big on being the catcher.”

“I know, I know, you’ve told me a hundred times. It won’t kill you, though, I’m not big on it either but I still volunteer for it some of the time, rather than always having to be forced into it.”

“I’ve volunteered.”

Westor stuck out his tongue. “You volunteer once a year, on my birthday. I do it at least once a month.”

The Wargreymon smirked slightly. “Well, I gotta do something to balance out the fact that you beat me at more challenges. I mean, otherwise, I’d be bending over for you more than you would be for me.”

“You know I try harder because it’s the only real chance I get! You’d probably win more if you volunteered more.”

“Well, I have to give you some incentive, otherwise you’d never feel adequate before my supreme power.”

Westor snorted. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know.”

Things quieted back down after that, with both letting the bright sun induce its laziness in them once again. For the two long-time partners, it wasn’t really a serious disagreement, just typical banter that they frequently went through. They knew each other inside and out, in all senses of the word, and rarely fought in any major way - partly thanks to both of them having learned from prior, less successful relationships to be very communicative with each other. Thanks to frankness, they knew each other’s strengths and weaknesses, desires and dislikes, and how to accommodate them. Even something like their bedroom activities - both liked to top and be fairly dominant when doing so, so they compromised and almost turned it into a game, where they would challenge each other on little things for topping rights for the night. Unless one of them offered, but that was a fairly infrequent event, occurring only about as often as Westor suggested.

With the repartee ended, they were back to their initial tranquility...but not for much longer. Both of them roused to the sounds of commotion not far away from their house, out on the streets out in front. Westor was the first to rise up, eyes cast out towards the sound, though their ample residence obscured any view of the events. “That doesn’t sound good. Think we should check it out?”??Eastyn grumbled a bit. “Do we really have to?”

“Well, I’d rather make sure it’s not targeting us than just take the chance. You know there’s been a few ruffians around.”

“Shit. You’re right.” With more grunting, Eastyn pushed himself upright, heavy feet clapping the ground. “If they throw stuff at the house, I’m gonna throw a Terra Force at them.”

“Make sure to dial it back this time,” replied Westor amusedly. “The backlash could be a bigger mess.”

“Bah, this place could survive a comet strike.”

“The structure could, not the paint job. And if you wreck that you’re fixing it yourself.”

“Hmph. You always have to have good points.”

“Well, someone’s gonna be the responsible one around here. Let’s roll.”

---

“Fucking hell! Would you just leave me alone?” Cary’s voice was sharper than it was probably safe to be. He had a reputation for being a bit bolder than most, but he tended to dial it back now that he was in the digital world and could easily be ground to dust by some of its denizens.

Maybe that was why he seemed to be a target.

It was well known in the city that one would have to deal with groups of ruffians here and there. Usually in bands of three or four, they served to challenge passersby whenever they thought they could get away with it. While Cary had been told humans were at greater risk before he’d arrived, he’d later been told that they usually weren’t because some digimon considered them too easy to be worth their time, and unlikely to have anything of significant value to make it worth the possible trouble from vigilantes who might step in to stop them. And while he’d had a couple of run-ins, they hadn’t amounted to anything so far.

But this group seemed to be in it just to make trouble for him. An IceDevimon, a Gwappamon, and a Mamemon, the latter of whom seemed to be the leader despite being the smallest, had accosted him on his way to a hotel he’d been staying at. They’d harassed him a bit, and then the IceDevimon took a swipe at him that sent him running. And he’d been running for quite a while now...he was a fit person, had quite a bit of stamina, but they had more or less exhausted him by this point, and even if he tried to run again he likely wasn’t going to get far. Which was probably their aim, since they seemed fast enough to catch him if they wanted to.

“Make us leave you alone,” the Mamemon cackled as it pounded a fist into its hand threateningly. “You think you can hang with the big boys? You gotta prove it, bucko. That’s the way it goes in this world.”

“Dammit...I’m not trying to hang with you! I just want to go about my life!”

The Gwappamon quacked in a mocking laugh. “And we’re going about our lives. Just sucks for you that you happen to be in our way. You gonna fight your way out? Or just get your ass handed to you? Or maybe you can beg us for mercy, I love hearing humans beg.”

Cary grit his teeth. He didn’t trust that they’d leave him alone no matter what he did, and begging might make him vulnerable to a surprise attack. And that was beyond the fact that he wouldn’t have done it anyway, at least he wasn’t going to give them THAT satisfaction. And while tools had been designed to give humans a chance in a fight with a digimon, he didn’t have any of those to his name. It was looking very much like the second of those options was going to be his forced choice…

Until a very sudden and unexpected intervention took place. The human jumped and stumbled backwards as a Wargreymon and Exveemon suddenly thumped onto the pavement in front of him, facing down the three digimon who had been harassing him. The trio all took a step back, clearly not ready for that level of resistance, though they didn’t bolt.

“All right, what’s all the hubbub?” The Wargreymon sounded more annoyed than anything. “This is supposed to be a quiet neighborhood, I don’t appreciate having my relaxation interrupted by squabbles.”

“N-nothing going on,” the Gwappamon stammered back. “We was just playing things with the human! Nothing more!”??“Human?” Both digimon looked back at Cary, who trembled a bit at the sight of the two big guys staring him down. For a moment he thought they might try to join in, but instead they cast their cases back to the other digimon.

“Well, playtime’s over,” replied the Exveemon, with a slightly more aggressive tone. “I don’t like unfair fights, and this kid clearly can’t defend himself. Why don’t you go scrap with someone who can sling a few moves back at you? Or we could sling a few at you ourselves. See if you can take out what you can dish.”

“No need for that,” growled the IceDevimon. “Maybe you should butt out. Not up to you what we do for our fun. The human can’t defend himself, that’s his problem.”

“Well, then…” the Wargreymon growled a bit, a ball of energy forming over his hand. “It’s entirely your fault if you can’t handle what I throw at you, right? Wanna test if you can survive? I’d be happy to prove your strength…”

“GAH! Don’t taunt him, you dipshit!” the Mamemon yelped. “Fine, fine, we’re gone, keep the rubbish human for all I care! We’re outta here!” And with that the three beat a hasty retreat, rushing down the road and out of sight. Leaving Cary alone with the two bigger, and clearly stronger digimon...and at the moment, he was still a bit worried that, despite what had happened, he might not be in a better situation.

Still, he stood up as his ostensible rescuers turned towards him. The Exveemon was grinning, while the Wargreymon appeared to just be perpetually grumpy. “Th-thanks...I don’t think they were gonna leave me alone without a lot of marks…”

“Doesn’t sound like it,” replied the Exveemon. “Some jerks just like to make trouble for others. But most of ‘em are cowards at heart, face the slightest obstacle and they’ll run like the wind. You oughta have something to deter them on ya…”

“Can’t afford it...still working on trying to make enough to get out of hotels. I really appreciate the help, uh…”

“Westor. And this guy over here is Eastyn.”

The Wargreymon nodded curtly. “I hope you appreciate us going out of our way for you. We were having a very nice relaxing time…”

Cary swallowed. “Uh...sorry…”

“Ah, don’t worry about him,” West snickered. “He acts gruff to everyone, but he’s a pleasant enough guy once you get to know him. I oughta know.”

“Right...uh, well, thanks. I really do appreciate it, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t helped me. I...probably shouldn’t keep you any longer, if you want to get back to your business…”

“Now, hang on a sec,” East cut in, holding up a hand. “You think we just did this for nothing? I think you owe us a bit for putting ourselves on the line for you.”

That made the human cringe a bit internally. He’d been afraid of that...digimon usually expected something in return for anything they did. It was the way their culture worked, something for nothing was an extremely rare thing. It seemed to work very well for them, usually one didn’t even have to be prompted to compensate a worker or helper, to the point where refusing payment was considered rude by quite a few. The problem was that Cary didn’t really have any money…

Still, he straightened up. He hadn’t been trying to reorient himself to this culture for nothing - he wanted to be one of the humans who fit in. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I owe you big time for this. I don’t really have any money to spare, though...if there’s something else I could do…”

West chuckled knowingly. He’d seen where East was going with this, something they’d discussed in the past. “Well, there’s definitely other things you can do. Money’s no issue for us anyway, but if you really wanna show your appreciation, you can put your body to work for us.”

To both digimon’s slight surprise, Cary’s expression relaxed in relief. “Is that all? I was worried you might ask for something a lot tougher…”

“Oh, you think that will be easy?” Now East was smirking a bit. Seeing the lack of reluctance was telling. “I wonder if you’ll still be thinking that after we’ve worked you over.”

“Well, I know it’s something I can do, and you’re not gonna hurt me. And I can’t exactly say you two aren’t my type.” Without question, Cary enjoyed ogling other big, muscular digimon, though he was always wary - some of them might not want to let you go after they got their hands on you. Still, this wasn’t the first time he would be bending over, even as payback...he’d paid his hotel bill a few times this way when money got tight. “Long as you don’t have any creepy fetishes, I think I can handle what you throw at me.”

“Well, then…” West stepped up and grabbed the human, spreading his wings. “Let’s put that to the test.”

---

The digimon’s home was clearly lavish, Cary couldn’t help but be impressed. Despite the fact that the two stood double his height, it seemed still like the building was bigger than necessary for them. And the property they had, a nice big yard, a pool, it was much more luxurious than the apartments in the center of the city that he’d been aspiring to. He would have liked a tour of it, but when they set him down on the grass in the back, it was clear they weren’t wanting to wait around for their ‘reward.’

“Best get those duds off quickly,” West warned as he stepped back from Cary, grinning down at the human, clearly enjoying the anticipation. “East’s an impatient fellow with fire at his beck and call, he’d be more than happy to divest you of those rags permanently.”

“I’d be tempted to let him if I could afford better at the moment,” the human cracked back. What he was wearing had certainly seen better days, causal wear that was well-worn by now and had been through a good bit. He actually did have better back at his hotel, but a naked human was far more a target than a clothed one and he didn’t want to let just ANYONE have a go at him. He obeyed the stealth order with all due haste, shucking his shirt and tossing it haphazardly on the ground - at least he didn’t have to care much if it got dirtier.

East snickered a bit at seeing the human start to bare his body. There was virtually no muscle to speak of on Cary, even compared to the smaller digimon he looked rather fragile. “Skinny little shrimp like you, no wonder they were targeting you. Probably just wanted to feel big and tough by whupping someone who looks like he’d be knocked over by a stiff breeze.”

Cary reddened a bit as he doffed his shoes and socks. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had to deal with that...one of the reasons I came here was to get physically tougher, spent too much time being pushed around by meatheads back home. ‘Cept I’m spending too much time running around doing odd jobs just to make ends meet, and I’m barely managing that.”

“Ain’t easy for a first-time human, true,” West nodded. “Ya got the right attitude, though, weren’t exactly mewling like a pup back there.”

“Yeah, well, that tends to just piss the bullies off if you don’t have the guns to back it up.” Off came the human’s shorts, no underwear underneath - those were only for when he had to get dressed up these days. His dick was already nice and stiff, even looking a bit big on him, about the one thing on his body that didn’t seem puny - though he knew full well it wasn’t going to measure up to these two beasts.

Such a thing wasn’t even possible in any way - each of them stood at least three feet taller than him, if not more, and they were broad and muscular to a degree that the best humans would scarcely have matched up to even on their smaller scale. Daunting, but that was also part of the appeal - Cary liked muscle, liked looking at it almost as much as the idea of having it. Perhaps there was some projecting going on, but regardless, it did it for him.

“Well, then, I think it’s time you got to the real work,” remarked East as he stepped up and knelt down in front of Cary. “Hope you know how to work a slit, because I ain’t gonna take the time to teach you.”

“I think I’ve got the general idea.” Cary reached out and starting to toy with the Wargreymon’s slit, spreading it and working his fingers inside. It was big enough compared to him that he was pretty sure he could fist it comfortably, which meant that whatever East was packing was probably bigger than his forearm. That was going to be quite the thing to have to pleasure with his mouth, if that was what East was going for with his choice of position...Cary had had to deal with bigger, but not THIS level of bigger. And even if it was going to be safe, it was going to be a trial.

Especially since that wasn’t the only thing that would be going on...clearly they weren’t going to be taking turns, as West got behind him and started licking at his rear. This big, hot tongue made him shudder and moan as it lapped at him, coating his cheeks and cleft with the dragon’s tingling saliva. He wasn’t even trying to push in yet, just holding Cary with his big mitts and licking him all over. No doubt, this was going to be especially intense.

Soon he had gotten East’s cock to start pushing out of that slit, and it exceeded his already generous expectations. The pointed tip alone was wider across than his own cock, and it rapidly swelled out to a girth that visibly exceeded his forearm. The length also beat his forearm, and not by a tiny amount. The Wargreymon caught Cary admiring it and grinned wider. “Like what you see, little human?”

“Yeah...it’s huge. Even knowing how the rules work here, it’s still hard to imagine it getting in.”??“Bit late for reservations now. You’re gonna take it to the root, so better be ready. West’s is going all the way in, too, and he’s just as big as I am...only difference is his buzzes while mine burns.”

Cary nodded obediently. He sort of figured that was going to happen...he’d just have to get used to that kind of stretch in both front and back. Dutifully he starting to lick over the cock and rub it with his hands, ignoring the burning sensation as best he could - he knew that it was merely a sensation, not a real burn, but it sure as heck felt real to his touch. An extra little burst of vigor came when West’s tongue shoved into his pucker, stretching it wide and leaving the promised buzzing tingle on contact...well, it had been promised for his cock, but clearly that was a general trait the Exveemon possessed. Whether that was a species-common trait or something more unique to West, he didn’t know and wasn’t about to take the time to find out now.

So far it had been pretty tame as far as Cary was concerned, but he was certain the other shoe was going to drop pretty soon - there was no way the two would be content with this slow-paced pleasuring for long. He tried to prepare himself for it, relaxing himself and pushing into the two as best he could to signal his readiness for them...as much readiness as he was ever going to have in this situation, with two massive poles apparently ready to try to make contact while inside him. East’s cock was giving dribbles of precum that he was lapping up, salty and spicy just enough to be made out over the intense heat. He opened wide and took the tip inside him, already feeling it work his jaw pretty intensely...there was still quite a lot of girth to come, this was going to be quite the stretch. He had to admit, he was curious how that would feel…

Just as he was starting to get lost in it, he felt East grabbing his arms, and then felt West’s hands shift to a gripping position on his thighs as well. His mouth was still wrapped around that cocktip, the pressure not relenting as he was lifted into the air. Now it was coming...all he could do was try to relax as the two large digimon stood up, keeping him between them...oh, this was REALLY going to be rough. He took slow and steady breaths, head spinning a bit at the strong musky scent of the draconic digimon, hoping that would help ease him into what was coming. The familiar feeling of something probing at his rear was the only warning he got that the ride was really beginning.

Part of Cary expected the Exveemon to just slam it all in in one go, but in a rather surprising reprieve, he only buried his tool about halfway in at thrust one. Granted, it still FELT like he slammed it all in, the way it stretched him out...so much thicker than anything he’d had before! As promised, it buzzed and tingled, almost electrically except not quite, this was distinct from the buzz of a vibrator or a shock, it was something maybe more chemical, it clung to him and kept working him at a constant clip. His ass warped readily around the girthy shaft, programmed to accommodate no matter the disparity, but that didn’t stop him from feeling every bit of it...and that wasn’t all that he had to deal with. The force with which West pushed in shoved him forward onto East’s cock, forcing his jaw open around much more than what he had taken before and making that burning tip contact his throat, allowing all that steaming pre to go right down into him. And East kept the pressure up, not letting him back off...just a sampler of what was coming, and it already felt overwhelming. Nonetheless, Cary steeled himself, however it felt, he knew he would be able to handle it…

“Think you should probably relax, we’re not even at the hard part yet,” West growled teasingly at the human. “If you’re this tense now, you’ll break right in half once we get going at full speed.”

Only a muffled grunt in response - Cary wasn’t exactly sure how he was supposed to say anything to that in his current situation. Nor how he was supposed to relax much when he was already stretched so wide...West wasn’t waiting for him, through. He pulled out and then shoved in again, spearing him deeper and pushing him further on East’s dick, the tip breaching his throat and the girth distorting his jaw significantly. The pressure was palpable, he could feel that stretch imposing on his ass and mouth, the former a bit more familiar than the latter, both very strange experiences that he never fully got used to, though they could still be enjoyable. It wasn’t passing him by that despite the weirdness, he was still plenty aroused in his own right, his dick dripping onto the grass below.

The process continued to be taken at a slow and steady pace, though picking up a bit at least. West would pull back and then shove forward, getting a little deeper each time, and simultaneously pushing Cary towards the Wargreymon’s groin. The good news for Cary was that once he got to a certain point the girth down the rest of the shaft was fairly uniform, so his mouth wasn’t going to have to take anything wider than it already was...he was pretty sure that trying this under normal circumstances would have been well beyond damaging, but as it was he was feeling just a mildly uncomfortable pressure, one he was starting not to mind all that much thanks to his mind getting drowned in that thick musk. There was a stretching deeper down in his throat, really his chest at this point, that continued to get stronger the deeper he was penetrated, and the heat was radiating through him constantly, making him feel hot in more than one way.

His other end was handling it a bit better, maybe because it was more accustomed to this sort of use. The stretch was stark and impossible not to feel, but it felt better, not uncomfortable, just there. Granted, that might have been in part because of the constant buzzing sensation throughout his innards back there that were providing plenty of stimulation in their own right...the pressure and buzz on his prostate was working hard to milk him of his own seed, making him squirm and clench as he felt occasional jolts of pleasure shoot up through the baseline buzz.

He wasn’t really able to pay attention to the two digimon, but their grunts and groans suggested to him that they were getting plenty out of it. And indeed, East and West were milking the good time - it had been quite a long time since they’d had a third that they could mutually dominate, and they were planning to take all the advantage they could. Both of them were close to hilted now, and with a sly look between the two of them, an unspoken agreement was made. They surprised Cary by pulling back a bit out of their respective holes...and then, with a force their muscular bodies could easily provide, drove in to the hilt in their respective holes.

Cary hadn’t been ready - could it have been possible to have been ready for it? The smack of those hips against his face and rear shook his entire body, it felt briefly like they might try to crush him like a can between their pelvic forces. His face met East’s slit, the nose getting pushed in a little bit, giving him nothing but hot musk when he inhaled (how any air got past that enormous shaft, he didn’t know or care), and he could feel the thicknesses going so deep inside his body, he must have looked a sight with the way his body was contorting around them. At least he had taken them both fully, that was as deep as they were going to get...but now came the next phase, and he steeled himself for what was going to be the true experience.

And boy, did it ever come. No more slow preparation, East and West went to town on the human now that he was fully introduced to their cocks. West started to hammer in several times faster than before, a tight grip on Cary every time he jerked out and powered in, smacking the human’s body with distinct force every time, gushing pre deeper inside him. East was slower, but he was thrusting too, dragging his cock out of Cary’s mouth and then forcing it back in, making sure the human’s face was mashed against his slit, the musky fluids smeared all over his nose and around his mouth. Both were making much more active and energetic noises of pleasure, growls and deep moaning cries that almost shook the human between them.

Though it all, Cary was lost, buffeted in a chaotic sea of sensation that was beyond overwhelming. His mind had mostly conked out, leaving him with little more than a blankness filled by the powerful sensations he was enduring, the raw feeling and the stark pleasure all that there was to envelop him. In his delirium he loved it, reveled in it all, took in the delight and let anything less desirable float away in the swirling seas. His orgasm hit midway through it all, cum squirting out under high pressure from the massive bulge in his body, spraying over the grass in rather copious quantities, but it was barely noticed by the two dragons beyond a mild additional tightening. Cary might not have registered at all over the flood of sensation he was getting, except for how sharply it cut through everything else, making his eyes roll back as he shook and shuddered with utter bliss.

And even when it ended, it didn’t quite end, as his body was worked beyond any reasonable means, the pleasure failed to fade the usual way, sustained by the cacophony working through him endlessly. That furious heat flooding his face and chest and stomach, the spicy taste of Wargreymon dick and preseed, the smoky musk that was almost a literal fog within his brain now, the constant buzz in his ass working into his cock as it permeated beyond the point of contact, the insane stretch that now encompassed his entire body as his core swelled out from the deposits of pre that were meeting and mixing deep inside him...he was naught but a limp rag doll between them, and loving it all.

So of course, he was not even remotely aware that East and West were getting quite close to their limits. Their complaint human plaything was the most exciting thing to happen to them in a while, and it was sending them more quickly to their finales than they might otherwise have gotten. Their thrusts intensified further, faster and harder as they hurriedly approached their ends and tried with all they could to blast their way over that line of no return, at the same time if possible.

West beat East to the punch by just a hair, letting out a half-roar as he threw his head back once that peak hit. “Rrryeah!” came the announcement, and soon Cary’s body was feeling yet another stretch as a boatload of buzzing cum flooded into his body, redoubling those sensations yet again. The Wargreymon was more subdued, but his proclamation still came out in the form of a guttural snarl as he too finished, molten cum pulsing deep into Cary’s throat and leaving a blazing burning heat throughout him. It was yet another level beyond the human’s ability to process, and his own second climax went basically unnoticed in the haze, a more meager offering feeling like barely a drop compared to what the dragons were infusing into him.

Neither digimon stopped cumming for quite some time, filling their human bitch as full as they could. Cary’s gut was ballooned out quite a bit before the floodgates were closed once again, the thick seed oozed deep inside and stubbornly refusing to come out even as they pulled out of him. West brought him down gently to the ground, laying him down and sitting nearby himself, grinning endlessly. “Hot damn, that was fuckin’ awesome. Now I get why some mons love to chase humans, that felt damn good.”

“I think we might have broken him,” East remarked as he too sat down on the grass. “He looks completely out of it.”

“Eh, give him a few minutes, he’ll reboot. Been a while since we double-dommed someone, why don’t we do that more often?”

“Because bitches can command whatever price they want.”

“Oh, yeah. Hm...that gives me an idea...”

---

It took more than a few minutes for Cary’s brain to kick back into gear, though not nearly long enough for the bulge in his gut to have receded more than a little bit. “Oog...that was...so much wilder than I ever could have prepared for…”

“I’d better not hear that you didn’t like it,” West cracked above him. “Not after you got fucked silly like that.”

“N-not at all, that was incredible. Just...WAY more intense than anything else I’ve had…”

“We did warn you,” East growled playfully. “Not so easy, is it?”

“I’ll never underestimate you again.” Cary forced himself upwards a bit, in a half-sitting position supported by his arms as he looked down at the protruding belly he was sporting. “‘specially not here...damn, you two cum like fire hoses. Is that natural or did you guys mod yourselves?”

“Pah, that’s just male dragon virility. Clearly you’re going to need more convincing.”

“Guess I should be ready for that. How long do I owe you guys for?”

West rubbed his chin. “Well, we were talking about that before. I’d say probably a good two, three days would be sufficient for us saving your hide. But, what if we were to make you a slightly...different offer?”

“...Different offer?”

“West and I are in an interesting position,” said East. “You could probably tell right away that we’re together, and we’re both more on the dominating side. That means that quite a lot of the time we have to trade off on positions we’re not as, well, into. Not that we mind that from time to time, we want to indulge each other...but it’s fun getting to play our preferred roles together.”

“And it seems to me that we have something we can offer you,” the Exveemon continued. “And I’m not just talking protection, either. You said you wanted to get stronger, I think we can teach you how to get stronger and defend yourself better. Maybe even good enough to handle some digimon around here, to say nothing of other humans. So, if you wanted to, say, stick around and be our bitch, I think we could make it worth your while. What do you say?”

Cary certainly hadn’t been expecting that...true, he’d heard them talking vaguely while his mind was out to lunch, but hadn’t registered any of what they’d said...that must have been what they were discussing. Considering how thoroughly fucked he’d gotten from just once, there was definitely a part of him that doubted he could keep up with the two dragon digimon, especially if they had free access to him...on the other hand, a stable place to stay, training for self-defense, and all the pleasure he could handle and then some? He rubbed a hand over his gut, feeling the buzz and burn of the double-helping of seed inside. “I’m gonna have to get used to be swollen like this, aren’t I?”

Both dragons exchanged eager glances before looking back down at Cary. “Heh, at some point you might come to enjoy it,” East suggested devilishly.

Cary rolled his eyes, but couldn’t resist a grin of his own. “I guess I’ll be finding out.”