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Matt finally plunged towards freedom. Only in this case freedom meant freezing water. He splashed into the cold liquid, sending droplets of water all around.

Then he gasped. The following scream failed to leave his clenching throat. Daggers of ice prodded at his skin, stealing his breath away. Matt pushed towards the surface and shook his head, taking a deep breath. He had to get out. Had to reach the shore and warm himself up before hypothermia became an issue.

He kicked his legs and swam towards the shore, braving the freezing waters. Matt became oblivious to the growls and roars of the clashing beasts. His only focus was to swim, and get as far from Seadramon as possible.

Still, he couldn't flee without at least taking a peek at the fight. Garurumon fought valiantly against Seadramon, unleashing a beam of pure energy to clash with Seadramon's frozen breath.

Matt turned his head around. He heard cheering from the lake's bank. His team squeaked and laughed, anticipating the upcoming victory. Nothing could match a newly evolved Digimon. Nothing.

Splashing water distracted him yet again.

"Need a bit of help?" A gruff voice asked.

Matt looked to his right. Garurumon dove underneath him and offered support. Matt climbed on his Digimon's neck and gripped his grey streaked nape. Even with the frigid water flowing underneath the thick coat, Matt had a strong grip on the clumps of fur. He held tight as he approached the shore, biting back the pain in his fingers.

"Good job, Garurumon. You really showed Seadramon who's the alpha," Matt smiled, patting his digimon on the head.

Garurumon growled happily and leaped out of the water with a growl. He was close enough to the shore now. His strong body soared through the air, landing on the beach with a soft thud.

"Yeaaaah!" his companions cheered. "Seadramon is done for!"

"How did you know he would evolve?" Tk asked.

"I didn't. I just...just hoped something would happen," Matt's teeth clattered. He folded his arms over his chest, trying to stop the relentless shivering. Water soaked his clothes to the bone. That made the breeze felt a lot colder than it actual was.

"This is freaking cold. I'm freezing!" Matt complained.

"You need to warm up man," Ty said, pointing towards the jungle. "Those leaves can make a good blanket."

Garurumon licked Matt's side, making him shiver from head to toe. "I warm better than plants."

Matt chuckled. "You got your answer."

"Wait," Mimi said from behind. "Isn't Seadramon going to come back?"

"Not by a long shot," Matt smiled. "He got burned well by Garurumon."

"But what if-"

"I'll be nearby," Matt shouted. He had a good plan and how to get heat back into his bones. He waved his companions goodbye and ran towards the jungle.

"The nerve on that one."

"Leave him," Ty said. "He already took care of Seadramon. Besides, cold water makes anyone grumpy."

Matt didn't look behind. He didn't particularly care about his group right now. They were safe, and that was all that matered. He rounded a corner, making sure the vegetation concealed him before stopping.

"This should be far enough," he scratched Garurumon's chin. He followed Matt closely, and now rested on his haunches.

"Alright, sit," Matt said.

The huge wolf licked Matt's face happily and lay down, lifting a furred leg for him to rest under.

"There?" Matt raised an eyebrow looking at the wolf's sheath. It was a good place, especially if Garurumon lowered his leg. That could make quite a nice blanket.

Garurumon nodded with a soft growl and nudged Matt in the side.

"Are you sure that's proper? I'm not resting so close near your..."

"My what?" Garurumon asked.

"Your junk!" Matt chuckled. "Come on, your chest looks equally warm."

"You are," Garurumon swiped the ground under Matt's feet with a paw and pushed him to his chest with the other.

Matt grumbled as he was dragged away. Garurumon was warmer than he expected. Very much so. A pleasant shiver coursed through Matt's prickled skin, washing the pesky shivers away.

"This does feel good," the boy snuggled tighter against his Digimon. There were certain advantages of having a huge wolf as a friend. Garurumon could fight, carry Matt on his back, and be both a bed and a pillow.

Matt sighed in contentment and patted the huge clawed paw resting in front of him. It felt so warm, soaked as it was. Matt had an idea. He gripped the huge paw and turned it around. The smell of wet dog entered his nostrils. He ignored that and gripped two of the fingers. Then, pushed the warm pads against his belly.

"Ohhh," Matt sighed blissfully. "Now this is what I call deluxe service."

"I told you," Garurumon turned his head, watching Matt with his fiery amber eyes. He opened his maw, trailing his tongue along the boy's messy hair.

"Hey, no licks!" Matt protested, shooing that tongue away. "You're messing up my hair."

"You prefer the cold instead?"

"Yes!" Matt hissed. "I don't have to rinse my hair after that!"

Garurumon growled with laughter and placed his head on his forepaws. He did a good job back there. Matt blinked, remembering that horrible squeezing. He didn't want to seem ungrateful to his DIgimon. If only a few moments passed, his ribs would feel a lot worse.

Matt sneaked a hand underneath his chest and pressed his sides.

"Ackh," he winced. His muscles hurt somewhat good now that sensitivity returned to his body.

Matt waited, then pushed the paw away once he got properly warmed, allowing fresh air to wash away the smell of wet dog. It wasn't half as bad as Matt expected. His proximity to his Digimon must have tricked his senses somewhat.

"Ah, this is a good day," Matt mumbled.

Garurumon didn't seen to mind. He growled a short nod, licking one of his forepaws.

Matt shifted his position, getting more comfortable. Something hard pressed between his legs. Matt kicked, and when the budge didn't move, he looked.

Garurumon's humongous sheath was there, nestled straight between the boy's legs. It was leathery and longer than his arm, with wet fur streaked along its length and a grey hole at the tip. Matt bit his lip. He had seen his partner's cock before he evolved into Garurumon. It was a lot smaller, but it never looked so...wet. A trickle of slime dripped from the entrance, falling on the cold ground. Apparently he wasn't the only got who got warm.

Matt pushed himself away from Garurumon's cock. He was serious when he made that request, so he crawled towards Garurumon's chest instead. He pushed against the ground with his arms first, then his legs. Matt wasn't aware that his moving feed pressed against Garurumon's sheath. The skin drew back, revealing the pink tip of Garurumon's cock.

"S-sorry," Matt blurted, pretending he didn't see.

"Hmm?" Garurumon growled.

"Nothing. It's nothing," Matt shrugged, finding a comfortable position under Garurumon's chest.

The large wolf brought his tail around the flank and said nothing. He didn't notice. Matt breathed a sigh of relief. While he knew about the particularities of a canine and how they bred, he wasn't particularly fond of touching his Digimon down there. What if he got excited and started humping the living hell out of him?

Matt blinked, dispelling the errant images. He wasn't aroused, was he? He peeked at the bulge inside his pants and sighed. A hard penis only brought further hardships upon him. Arousal had a mind of its own. It never cared about what made sense. Matt's thoughts led to increasingly embarrassing scenarions.

This time, those consisted of vivid images of him exposing the whole length of Garurumon's cock. It was wet, and warm, and incredibly hot when it spurted its-

"Matt!" A soft voice shouted, distracting Matt's heated thoughts.

"What?" He shouted back.

"We were going foraging. Aren't you coming?"

"Nah...I mean yah!" he quickly corrected. "I'll be there in a sec."

"Why?" Garurumon asked. "We don't have to go."

Matt pushed himself on his feet with a groan, brushing away the sand from his clothes. "Yes we do. If any other Digimon attack, we'll need you."

Garurumon agreed. He picked himself up and nuzzled Matt's cheek with his cold nose.

"No tongue," the boy pushed the inquiring muzzle away.

"Your whole skin is flushed. My licks would do nothing."

"Yeah," Matt scratched his head. "It got a little warm in there."

Garurumon bought the lie and padded towards the jungle, closely followed by Matt. He was glad he didn't explain the whole truth to his Digimon. That would've made things a lot more awkward since Digimon had a totally different thought process.

Matt shook his head and joined his companions in the jungle. They kept to a normal path, looking left and right for anything edible. Matt didn't participate. Not entirely. He was at the back of the group, taking the read guard. He looked between the ferns and analyzed the trees every time the dialogue involved him. Once the topics moved away, Matt glanced back between Garurumon's legs. At first he looked behind to see if any enemy Digimon followed, but that quickly changed after he noticed Garurumon's sheath. Even when he stood upright it was visible, and Matt had a hard time getting that huge sheath and what it sheltered inside out of his mind. He kept picturing himself drawing it back and testing its contents with either a touch or a tongue.

A tongue! Why did he think that? Matt bit his cheek and squeezed his eyes shut. These were urges. Just senseless desires. Teenagers went through these sorts of trouble when they matured. Matt knew it was something normal for every boy. It was called puberty, a time of change and chaos. He remembered that from school, for all the good it did. Matt doubted many boys his age fantasized about making love to their Digimon.

"There!" Mimi pointed towards a colorful bush. The whole team went to investigate, including the rest of the Digimon. Matt watched them all go over to that spiky bush, paying close attention to Garurumon's tail. He loved to wag, and every time his tail shifted, a glimpse of his heavy spheres graced Matt's inquisitive gaze. They were so big! The way they dangled in rhythm with his steps was almost as fascinating as his sheath.

"I'm being dumb," Matt whispered, slapping his forehead. Then, he increased his voice. "Hey guys, I have to pee!"

"Is that something you have to scream?"

"Good thing we're alone on this island."

"Are you afraid to go alone, Matt? I can come with you!"

"No no no," Matt shook his head. "I'm capable enough to pee on my own, thank you."

And with that, he jumped into the ferns. He ran between the trees and the bushes, as far away from the group as possible. He needed distance, but as luck had it, he also had to pee. He stopped by a tree and rested. While he did so, he looked around for any enemy Digimon. Aside from a few birds and the buzzing of insects, nothing big or noticeable was nearby. Maybe not everything on this island wanted to eat him.

Matt laughed. Seadramon made him a bit paranoic. He unzipped his pants, pulled down his underwear, and picked his erect cock between the fingers. It was hard and throbbed when he touched.

"Great," Matt mumbled. "I can't even pee comfortably."

He waited, counting leaves and trees before his throbs lessened. He mentally compared himself to Garurumon. He was probably five times smaller. Maybe then. The only similarity was the color of the head. Matt touched his tip and winced. His hand was quite cold. He used that to his advantage, forcing his cock to shrink to its flaccid state. Only after the tension melted he managed to pee. The leaking pressure felt great. Matt sighed, emptying himself until leaves rustled and shifted behind him. He turned around in a fighting pose, almost punching Garurumon in his huge pink nose.

"Jumpy," the wolf smiled, revealing his huge fangs.

"Of course I am!" Matt turned around, hiding his cock from view. "You freaking startled me."

"I just ran," Garurumon said.

"Why?" Matt asked.

"To make sure you're safe."

"Well, you know now," Matt frowned. He shook his cock and looked around, groaning. "Dang. There's nothing here I can use to wipe myself."

"Wipe? What's wipe?" Garurumon cocked his great head, ears perked curiously.

"Cleaning," Matt explained, ripping off a wide fern leaf. "I can't just put back my underwear like this."

Matt gritted his teeth and touched himself with the leaf. It proved more irritating than it looked, so he threw it away.

"Mind if I help?" Garurumon nuzzled Matt's arm, looking at his cock.

"How can you help, fluff ball? Do you happen to carry toilet paper around?"

"I have something better," Garurumon said.

Matt rolled his eyes. Surely he was lying. Digimon had no accessories. They didn't care about goods other than food. Still, he watched Garurumon approach his cock. His warm breath washed over his pubes, caressing his sensitive shaft and balls.

"Ok, this is embarrassing enough," Matt gripped his head. "You can-"

Garurumon licked.Matt's whole body tensed when his warm tongue made contact with his cock. It washed over his shaft and caressed his head with a warm, lubricated touch.

"Wha-" Matt gasped, unable to form proper words. Intense pleasure surged through his rapidly growing member, responding to the intense stimulation. Garurumon flicked his tongue around and inside the tip, cleaning the oversensitive flesh with his moist, hot tongue.

"Shhh... stop..." Matt's fingers dug into his fur, pulling Garurumon away while his cock throbbed and convulsed, pushing into the Digimon's heated tongue.

Garurumon's tongue slid further, reaching all the way between Matt's legs. His balls squirmed under the intense heat. It felt too hot! Matt's cock jutted upwards with a forced throb. He felt a jet of pre travel down his length. He clenched his teeth and tensed, expelling the moisture with a loud moan.

It felt good, but at the same time so dirty. Matt knew he could not allow Garurumon to go on.

"Stop...just..." Matt said, punching and pushing Garurumon's head away from his squirming cock.

Garurumon complied. He slid his tongue inside his muzzle with a wet lick.

"I cleaned you," he sat on his flanks, scratching his left ear. "Why did you squirm like a sissy girl?"

"Because..." Matt took a few deep breaths to steady his racing heart. "Your tongue was all over my...I can't believe you put your tongue on my cock!" Matt erupted.

"You asked for something to clean yourself. I cleaned you," Garurumon simply stated.

"That wasn't what I implied," Matt turned his head away, unable to look at his Digimon. "When I said cleaning, I didn't expect you to..."

"To do what?" the wolf inquired, putting his paw on the ground.

"To lick my cock!" Matt shot back. "That's indecent. Dirty. Gross!"

"Not to me," Garurumon dropped on his belly, pushing his head under his left flank. "I clean myself that way all the time."

"And that is gross," Matt said grumpily. He looked at the plants, then at his own hands before he found himself staring at that magnificent sheath all over again. It was so big... Garurumon gave it a quick sniff. His nose traveled down from the lubricated tip, all the way to his black balls. He gave those a quick whiff, then hid his sheath from view underneath a hind leg.

"How is grooming gross?" Garurumon asked.

"Because..." Matt scrunched his eyes. "Because..."

"Because it's a human thing," Garurumon said. "We use our tongues to clean ourselves. Why is that different for you?"

"Hygiene!" Matt answered. "Lick dirt and bad stuff, and you will get sick."

Garurumon growled with laughter. "I never heard of any Digimon dying from grooming itself."

He really started doing it. Garurumon sniffed the pads of a paw, then cleaned his flexing fingers with a broad tongue swipe. He licked along the leg until he reached his sheath, then licked that one with a quick flick of his tongue.

Matt froze. He didn't want to watch that...did he? His gaze ventured towards the trees, then back to Garurumon's sheath. He focused quite a bit around the tip. Every tongue stroke pushed the flesh back, revealing a glimmer of pink nestled inside the protective flesh.

"Well, you will know soon...if you keep...doing that..." Matt cut his sentence between every caress. His head felt fuzzy with embarrassment, and his blood hot, thanks to his pounding heart. Heat rose underneath his skin all over again, making him weak and aroused.

Matt covered his expanding cock. He couldn't help it. The way Garurumon groomed his privates and those wet sounds proved too enticing. Matt remembered how good that tongue felt around his cock. He remembered well.

"Ok, you can stop doing that," he pet Garurumon's head with one hand to get his attention.

He lifted his head, smacking his lips. "Are you so eager to get your turn?"

"My turn?" Matt frowned, shielding his cock with one hand. "What?"

"This turn," Garurumon said.

Matt wasn't prepared for an all out assault. Garurumon pushed his head right under his ass and gripped Matt's underwear between his teeth.

"What are you doing?" Matt slapped him, hitting a furred ear.

"Shaking some sense into you," Garurumon answered with a growl. He pulled Matt up and shook his head, just like a dog did with its favorite toy.

"Stoooooop!" Matt cried as he was lifted off the ground. Everything blurred before his eyes. He could no longer make sense of what was up, what was down, and where he was. He just flew through the air, cock dangling and balls slapping as Garurumon shook him around.

To him, it was probably funny. To Matt, that felt like crap. The spinning made his head swirl and his stomach clench with revulsion. He shouted again, then coughed, biting back his words against a possible evacuation of his breakfast.

Finally, Garurumon placed him back on the ground. Matt dropped down and rested in the grass until his head stopped spinning, then collected himself, all flushed and miserable.

"Never...ever do that again," he punched Garurumon's nose. The big wolf barely felt it. He merely grinned, dashing his wet tongue along Matt's exposed chest.

"I won't, unless you question my methods again."

"Your methods are gross!" Matt raised a finger, hissing angrily. "You may be a huge dog, but I'm human, and this," he pointed at his exposed crotch. "This is not how we walk about in public!"

"Only because you are weird and silly."

"You are weird and silly," Matt grumbled, pulling his underwear up. Great. It was not only moist with Garurumon's saliva, but had several holes in it too. He lifted it halfway up to his naked butt when Garurumon's muzzle pressed against his legs, stopping him.

"No, please not another round of shaking and spinning!"

Garurumon gripped Matt's soaked underwear and pulled, tearing it to shreds. "This isn't spinning," he growled, forcing the boy on his fours with a forepaw. "It's grooming."

"I don't need grooming!" Matt screamed. That did nothing against the Digimon's determination. He wanted to prove a point, and wanted that badly.

Matt felt Garurumon's hot breath upon his naked butt. The digimon sniffed, pushing his nose between the cheeks, then under his balls.

"Yes," he said. "I think you do need a little grooming."

Matt couldn't argue once that tongue started licking. He bit back his words and temper, caging them between his gritted teeth. Garurumon knew what he was doing. He warmed Matt's legs with long strokes of his tongue, then slid it inside the crack of his ass.

Matt tensed. He never had such pressing warmth down there before. His muscles shivered as Garurumon pushed his tongue inside. He flicked it with a wet slurp, then retreated, only to assault his ass again. Matt tried not to moan. He was never licked there, and it felt so good. Garurumon pushed deeper, and deeper, reaching farther than Matt ever thought possible.

Matt squeezed his eyes shut against the forced stimulation. It was grooming. Just grooming. Dogs did that all the time, and they didn't like it. Maybe some did, but not him. He was a human. Getting licked down there was not stimulating or erotic in any sort of way.

"Chhh," Matt hissed. Grooming or not, it felt way better than he expected. Garurumon plopped his tongue out with a wet slurp, then trailed it down Matt's butt cheeks, caressing his pubes and balls. It was dripping with saliva. To Matt, it felt almost like taking a shower with a huge, squirting sponge instead of a showerhead.

Garurumon's tongue flicked and twisted, around Matt's balls, reaching along the tense length of his throbbing shaft. He only managed a brief taste of the cock before he slid his tongue back with a wet smack.

"There. Happy now?" Matt said, shivering from the warm treatment.

Garurumon said nothing. He panted, then whined with a concealed need. Matt frowned. He didn't know what that meant until he saw the huge black pads of a paw looming before his eyes. He shielded his face with a hand as the paw hit him.

"Garurumon, what are you-"

Garurumon pushed Matt towards his crotch, whining like a pup. What has gotten into him? Matt looked to his sides, seeing only paws and the grey fur protecting them.

Then, he felt something. Something hotter and slimier than Garurumon's tongue. It pressed between his butt cheeks, demanding forced entrance inside him. Matt had no idea what happened. The sensation vanished before he made sense of it. Now, he only felt warm fur brushing against his back.

Garurumon whined louder. He arched his back and started thrusting. His body moved back and forth, paws firmly rooted into the ground. Matt panicked. Was Garurumon actually trying to mate him? He looked behind, and when he did, his mouth widened in the same manner as his eyes. The sheath was no longer a sheath. A thick, crimson erection poked from its stretched tip. It was huge and had webbing veins streaked over its length. A thin film of fluid smeared its length dripping from the pointy tip with every thrust.

"Garurumon!" Matt shouted in vain.

Garurumon didn't listen. He huffed and licked his muzzle, pushing Matt's butt against his poking erection. He thrust slowly, jabbing at Matt's naked ass with his hardening cock, leaving humid streaks every time he did so.

Matt groaned with despair. He was too small. A boy of his size couldn't take such a monstrous cock inside. He tried to roll on his back, but the forepaw slid underneath his chest, supporting him against the fall.

Garurumon knew what he wanted, and wanted it now.

The boy closed his eyes. Even if he fought, Garurumon was too strong. He loved his Digimon, yet he never imagined he would be taken this way. Dogs mated like this. They whined and licked each other before breeding. Matt wasn't prepared. He wanted to touch and explore first instead of having that meaty rod shoved inside his ass.

Yet he had no choice. Garurumon thrust again and again, sliding across Matt's skin until he finally found its way between his buttocks. Matt squeezed, failing to trap it inside. Garurumon broke through the pitiful resistance in one push, poking with his tip for the boy's tight hole.

"Garurumon, don't!" Matt cried out.

But his Digimon was too aroused to heed reason. He pulled back, then pushed his hips forth, slamming the whole length of his cock inside that tight, virgin hole.

Matt squeezed as hard as he could. It wasn't enough. With a lustful howl, Garurumon picked up his pace, securing his still flaccid knot inside.

Matt's breath cut as his anus was fully filled and penetrated by the biggest cock he ever saw. He never had something so large inside him. His insides felt on the verge of tearing up due to the startling pressure exerted on the sensitive walls.

And Garurumon still pushed. He switched from one leg to the other, making sure to lodge himself as deep as he could. Soft whines left his muzzle as he claimed his mate. He was at the peak of his bliss, and he wasn't afraid to show it.

A spurt of hot liquid shot inside Matt, filling him with both pleasure and pain. He knew there was no way out now. Garurumon's seed has taken hold. Soon, his knot would expand, tying them together. Matt felt taken and violated, yet Garurumon's leaking seed washed away the pain. He throbbed and expanded inside Matt, spurting his essence deeper than anything had the right to go.

Matt shook his head. As much as he wanted to deny it, the copulation felt wonderful. He took a deep, choked breath as pleasure slammed into him with the force of a hurricane. His fingers clawed at the soil and his toes spread, tensing in the same manner as his cock. He was rock hard by now, throbbing in the same rhythm as the waves of seed filling him. They rammed and tickled his prostate, forcing his cock to writhe and spasm with raw pleasure.

"Gha...Garurumon..." Matt whined shortly.

The Digimon steadied himself from a particularly strong spurt and licked his muzzle. He didn't talk, allowing his seed to speak for itself. Matt felt on the verge of bursting. The knot still throbbed and expanded inside him, allowing not a single drop of seed to escape.

"I can't...haaaah. I can't take it," Matt cried out, eyes tearing up from the intense pleasure. It hurt and stung, but at the same time it felt better than ever to be taken and filled by such a strong canine.

"You can," Garurumon finally said, allowing his tongue to loll out from his maw. "Give it a few minutes."

"Why?" Matt asked. "I don't...don't think I can last that long."

"I cannot pull out and break the tie," Garurumon said.

"Why?!" Matt cried out.

"Because you're small!" Garurumon whined, licking Matt's face. "And I don't want to hurt you."

"You are already hurting me!" Matt complained, gritting his teeth against the pressure of the knot. His muscles burned with fatigue. It was too big. Way too big.

"I'm sorry. I...I don't know what came over me," Garurumon apologized with a whine.

"Too late now," Matt clenched his teeth. "Oh jeez...it's coming."

"What's coming?"

"I'm about to cum!" Matt shouted out loud.

A stream of molten pressure traveled from Matt's clenching crotch. The warmth slithered along his rock hard shaft and exploded from his penis just as Garurumon shot another spurt of his load.

Matt's cock convulsed, wetting the ground with strong spurts of fresh semen. It felt mind numbingly good. His eyes rolled inside their sockets as his whole frame tensed. Matt gave in to the rush of pleasure. He gripped his shaft and stroked himself furiously while Garurumon howled his bliss. His seed shot harder and quicker, emboldened by Matt's clenching muscles. He literally milked his Digimon, and Garurumon's cock responded just in kind. Matt's sensitive prostate spasmed, driving out every last drop of seed he had inside his tightening balls.

"Haaah!" Matt sighed, finally relaxing from the blissful release. He felt weak and spent. Garurumon still remained inside him though, unloading the rest of his load.

Matt panicked. His knot wasn't coming out, and he felt increasingly bloated. The pressure became too much for his muscles to bear, and he felt himself getting harder again.

"Oh shiiiiit!" Matt dropped on the ground. He felt another orgasm approaching. His cock writhed and shook, shooting its milky ropes all over again. They were weaker in both volume and strength, but the hot pressure lodged inside his ass milked Matt until he had nothing left to give.

He ejaculated until he was on the verge of passing out. Then, Garurumon growled. He pulled himself back, plopping out with a wet gush.

Matt breathed out a sigh of relief. Gushes of canine semen rushed out from his trembling ass and fell on the cold ground. Garurumon licked as much as he could, soothing Matt's sore muscles with his tongue.

"Thanks," Matt turned around to see Garurumon applying the same treatment to his cock. He licked his shrinking penis all the way into its sheath, then looked at Matt.

"Shh," he grabbed his muzzle and kissed him on the nose. "Don't apologize. What's done is done."

And with that, Matt crawled to his belly. He snuggled comfortably against the warm fur and hugged Garurumon lovingly. He held no grudges when Garurumon filled him with so much warmth and love. The wolf liked Matt lovingly, and he scratched his chin, giggling affectionately until a shout disturbed the silence, reminding them both of the foraging task.

Matt got up with a groan. His butt felt so sore. Garurumon made fun at the way he walked, earning a quick slap on the side.

"We'll not speak about this. Ever."

Garurumon nodded, yet something about his demeanor told Matt more accidental mating was about to happen in the future.