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The main danger of the digital world, as Rory was quickly finding out, was being the small fish in the big pond. Only 18, timid, and relatively helpless, he knew he was an easy target; the problem was finding out that he was an easy target that got plenty of attention. He'd thought he could escape notice by being small and quiet, but that didn't happen...maybe some of them were looking for targets like him, the way he was confronted.

“What do we have here…looks like a kid who's lost and doesn't belong here." A FlareLizamon stood in front of the trembling human, his voice taunting and threatening, as if he needed that with a body that was burning with intense flame.

“Think we oughta show him what can happen to little lost kids?" A Gryzmon growled from behind Rory, making him jump a bit. How many of them were there? More than he was prepared to deal with, that was for sure…

“I think he really should learn…" Now it was a Strikedramon leaning against the wall to his left. “After all, how will a little lost kid know what faces him if we don't show him? Maybe we'll be nice and leave him in good shape after we're done with him…"

That was really all Rory needed to hear to know that he needed to be elsewhere, and fast. He took off, ducking around the FlareLizamon and running as fast as he could. Immediately the Strikedramon was in pursuit, the clacking of his large toe claws ringing out too loudly for Rory's comfort. The others didn't look as fast but all it took was one of them to catch him for him to be in big trouble...luckily he didn't have any encumbrances, but even so he wasn't fast enough and didn't have enough stamina to outlast them…

Had he had a brief moment to look back, he would've seen that the Strikedramon wasn't rushing to catch him; in fact he seemed intent on just making him run, enjoying the pursuit. There was little concern for him, it was no challenge to outlast the human...either he'd wear himself out and they'd have their prize, or he'd run into someone worse and beg for their help, and they'd have their prize.

For a brief moment, though, luck seemed to favor Rory; he passed by a door just as a Meramon was exiting, and Strikedramon ran smack into him, waylaying him momentarily. He knew it wouldn't be long, he needed to take his chance...he turned a corner, and then dashed into the first alleyway he saw. Heart pounding, he stumbled into the darker parts further in, panting hard; hopefully he could hide until they went away, and he could recover his breath. The running had worn him out, if they caught him now he'd have no choice but to surrender…

Had he had his breath, he would've screamed when the huge claw grabbed him from behind. He was lifted up off the ground and held against the body of something large and scaly...whatever it was was dark in color and a lot bigger and stronger than he was. “Well well...what have we here. A human in way over his head, it looks like...whatever it was you were running from, you're going to wish you'd stayed with them instead."

Rory was shaking madly in the creature's arms. “P-please...d-don't...hurt m-me…"

“Heh, I have no intention of that. You humans aren't worth the trouble of hurting...on the contrary, you have your uses, and those uses are much more easily achieved with you intact." Rory was lifted higher, the creature's arms outstretched, and turned to see what had him. A Cyberdramon...there was no getting away from him, he was a big one, had muscles with immense power, and looked to be even faster than Strikedramon had been. Rory had to hope that he was sincere when he said he wasn't going to hurt him...though, there was distinct threat behind the word 'uses.' “My name is Acerr...and what's yours?"

“R-rory…"

“Pleasure to meet you, Rory...more than you know, though you'll find out. Yes, I think you'll do just fine...but one thing is simply going to have to go."

One hand let go of Rory, the other holding him up effortlessly in the air; it reached behind the dragon's back and pulled something out that he couldn't see. Before he even had the chance to ask, he felt something prick his neck, and yelped out at the sudden pinch of pain. It didn't hurt too much, but whatever it was was doing something to him...he wasn't sure what, there was a strange feeling going through him, not painful, he couldn't see or feel any obvious change. “Wh-what...what did you...do to me?"

“Nothing too severe...I just disabled that pesky little antivirus."

New fright raced through Rory. The antivirus program was standard for every human when transferring to the digital world, protecting them from the bugs they could pick up here. It was imperative to have it working right, because not only were there viruses that could make you ill, but ones that could also have many more effects...and there were digimon that could carry them and manipulate them to have specific desired effects. If Acerr was disabling his, there was only one reason for it: he planned an infection. And who knew what would happen to him then?

But it wasn't like he had much say in the matter; he couldn't get away from the dragon, couldn't hope to wriggle out of this. All he could do was squirm, and that only made Acerr chuckle. “Don't worry, I won't draw this out...since you seem to be so anxious to leave. You'll be leaving, but on my terms."

His free hand started to glow with some kind of power. Rory almost passed out from fright, he closed his eyes and waited for the pain...it didn't quite come, not the way he expected, he could hear and feel the burst as it flashed over him, giving him a twinge all over his body, but there wasn't any damage...to him, at least. There was a clear casualty in his clothes, through, they had been turned to tatters in an instant, leaving him naked in the hands of the dragon. Another bit of lousy misfortune, those had been the only clothes he had here, after his bag had been nicked off of him when he'd been careless in the days after his arrival...it didn't really matter too much to anyone whether he was dressed or not when he walked around, but it would only add to the vulnerability.

It took a moment for the significance of the act to really sink in...but when it did, his eyes shot open wide. Standing at attention in front of him was Acerr's huge dick, the pointed tip aimed towards him, already leaking a bit of precum which dribbled down the length of it. It was easily bigger than anything he'd ever seen, anything he'd ever really imagined seeing...and if that wasn't scary enough, there were also the pointed knobs all the way down the length once it reached its full girth, making it look more like a weapon than anything. Which was keeping in line with the image of the Cyberdramon, he looked like a living weapon in general.

Squirming a bit, Rory tried to break free, but his window rapidly slammed shut when Acerr grabbed him with both hands again. There was no way out, all he could do was grit his teeth and ride it out. He knew that it wasn't going to kill him, but he couldn't imagine there being any way he wasn't going to hate it.

Acerr, however, seemed to have other ideas. “Relax, bitch. Before long you'll be loving it...and then you'll be glad you ran into me." He brought Rory down, pressing the tip of his cock against the human's ass, and then with a snarl bucked forward while shoving him down, embedding the whole of his dick into Rory in one fell swoop. He cried out loud, the stretching was intense and uncomfortable and those knobs felt sharp against his walls, scratching him fiercely. It was a lot to get through, but the first part would be the worst...his breaths came hard and fast as he tried to endure it.

“Aw, yeah...that's the fuckin' ticket, nothing like breaking in a human bitch like this…" Acerr, on the other hand, was in heaven, a tight ass wrapped around his cock, twitching and tensing unpredictably to send waves of pleasure through him. His favorite position as well, one where he was fully in control of the human's motion as well as his own, nothing but his raw muscle dictating the pace. He pulled Rory up off and then crashed back in, getting another cry from the human; even that sounded good to him, he enjoyed the sense of power he got from hearing those cries, almost as much as the sense of power when they inevitably turned. He started thrusting more regularly now, building up slowly; it was always best at top speed, but he was going to get there, at the right time.

It was as rough as Rory expected, and then some. The thickness of that cock, the scratching of those knobs against his insides, the force which with Acerr was ravaging his body...even with the compatibility, it was a trial for him to get through it without completely losing his head. He couldn't hope to push away, get himself out of this, but if he didn't do anything to piss the dragon off, he might get out with just this fucking and nothing more...Acerr didn't seem vicious, all things considered, and his life meant more than his dignity. All he could do was cling to that and try to use it as incentive to not let that pounding shaft boring into him break him down completely.

But it wasn't long before a bizarre turn started to awaken in him. As Acerr picked up the pace, ramming him harder and faster, he started to get into it...it wasn't a conscious thing, it took him by surprise as well, but it was like a mild haze was coming over his head, a lust starting to build in his body...his own cock stirred, rising to attention where it had stubbornly refused before, and the rest of his body was starting to follow suit, pleasure building up and rapidly replacing the pain and discomfort. The stretching his was feeling was becoming enjoyable rather than challenging, and the scratching of those bumps was starting to make him moan in pleasure rather than cry out in distress. He wasn't sure why it was happening, but it was surprisingly difficult to care.

Acerr noticed the change as well, a slightly mocking laugh escaping him through the grunts and growls with every thrust. “That's right...you'll be a nice little bitch before I'm done with you, just like the others...always so satisfying to put them under." No more holding back, he went full-bore now, driving himself into the human with the kind of fervor a wild, powerful dragon should. This was the most satisfying part, when his virus took over and made them enjoy the treatment; moaning, needy human sluts were the best kinds of humans, in his opinion, but he couldn't turn them all, he encountered a good deal of them who would have resisted it even without the help of an antivirus. When he got a good one, though, he milked it for all it was worth, and Rory was doing the trick.

By now Rory had realized what was happening, that the virus was affecting him, but it was too late for him to care. In fact, he was getting to quite the opposite end; with pleasure constantly racing through him, his tongue now lolling out and cries of pleasure coming frequently, his stiff member spurting pre every so often, his body rocking with the thrusts rather than trying to mitigate them, his addled mind was becoming grateful for it. Acerr had made what could've been nasty and awful instead feel wonderful and desirable. He was starting to see the Cyberdramon in a new light, starting to enjoy his control and dominance...maybe being vulnerable and a target for powerful creatures like him wasn't a bad thing at all, especially if it felt this good to give in to them. And the more he indulged in these thoughts, the greater his pleasure grew and the more he encouraged the feelings, unknowingly fostering his own infection.

The human's hands clutched at Acerr's arms as he cried out in bliss, his orgasm hitting hard, emissions of white cascading into the air, splashing onto the dragon as well as himself. He started clenching down rhythmically onto the intruder in his rear, ramping up the pressure and pleasure Acerr was feeling...already nearing the limit himself, this proved to be just the right trigger, and with a roar the Cyberdramon slammed in and began pulsing his seed deep inside Rory. It was a huge load, the first shot alone exceeded everything Rory had spilled and would spill in the rest of his climax, and there were plenty more where that came from, quickly filling the human to the brim. He took it in eagerly, uncaring of the hefty viral load it contained, most likely ready to twist him in other ways he couldn't even predict...at this point, though, he would've taken anything Acerr wanted to give him and welcomed it fully.

The dragon's climax outpaced his by a long shot, he'd slumped into those powerful arms and patiently waited for as long as Acerr needed to fill him up completely. It was almost a disappointment when he finally tapered off, but the weight of seed in his gut was more than enough consolation for the end of the ride. When Acerr finally extracted himself from Rory's ass, he felt a bit of cum leak out from him, and tried to clench to hold it in...thankfully it was thick enough that it wasn't going to leave fast. He found himself really wanting to hold it in, more than he wanted his legs to keep him upright, and it was proving a struggle to do both.

That was one of Acerr's favorite sights; he could tell he'd done exactly what he'd wanted, and gotten spectacular results. “Well now...what do you say, Rory?"

Rory looked up at the Cyberdramon, feeling a shiver just gazing at his powerful body, immense muscles, the cock that was still right in front of his face...everything about him screamed powerful, dominant, superior, and deference came so easily and automatically that he could barely think about anything else. Above everything, what he no longer found was the terror he'd had...he was no more capable of resistance or fighting than before, but it no longer bothered him. And for that, he knew what the appropriate response was. “Thank you, sir...for your gift…"

“Yo! Acerr!" Both of them looked over; the gang of three Digimon that had been chasing Rory in the first place had arrived. The Strikedramon was grinning widely as he surveyed the scene, knowing exactly what had gone down while they were out searching. “Hey, you found our bitch for us. You gave him the good old Acerr treatment, didn't you?"

“I did indeed, and he was just thanking me for it," Acerr responded, trying to sound more casual and less utterly pleased with himself. “Since he enjoyed it so much, I'd prefer if you didn't keep him a stranger, but I expect you have things you want to show him as well."

“Oh yeah...don't worry, we'll take good care of him, and make sure we get him around to you quite a bit." The Strikedramon leered a bit towards Rory, mischief written all over his features. “Now, you're not gonna go running off again, are you?"

The kind of panic he'd felt before was totally absent. Rory knew what they had in mind, it was going to be something probably not that different from what Acerr had been doing, though probably without the infectious tilt to it. It was more that those ideas no longer bothered him...they may not have been quite as imposing as Acerr but they were plenty big and strong-looking in their own right, and he felt a new, natural inclination to let them have their fun. If they decided they weren't going to let him go...well, it wasn't like he had anywhere to go anyway.

“No, sir...I'll do what you want. I'm sorry I ran away...you can punish me however you want for that."

“Don't worry...we'll think of something. I think the real challenge will be making you feel punished." The Strikedramon scooped him up, and receded with Gryzmon and FlareLizamon flanking him, both looking quite eager to get to work on their new toy. Acerr watched them go with a grin; he had a feeling he'd be seeing a good bit of Rory again and again, and he was certainly looking forward to it.