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“RRRRAAAAGH!” A giant blue fist came crashing down on the oversized piece of scrapped computer equipment. If it had been salvageable at one point, it wasn’t anymore, as the whole machine crumpled under the force of the impact. That wasn’t the last blow it took, though, as more pummeling followed, swiftly reducing the former machine into a pile of rubble and metal with shrapnel scattered all over. The coup de grace was when the Exveemon unleashed the powerful laser from the crest on his chest, blasting the scrap and utterly destroying it. The scattered remains dissipated into waste data, which was sucked into vents in the ground, gathered to be recycled into new material.

Westor turned and grinned at the Wargreymon standing nearby. “Hah! Utter destruction! Good luck matching that!”

“You’re lucky this place doesn’t let me use my full-sized Terra Force,” grunted Eastyn. “There wouldn’t even be ash left to collect.”

“There had better be, we’re getting credit for the data!”

“Pah, it would be worth it to show them what true obliteration was. Send the next piece out, I’m gonna show this scrub how it’s done.”

“Scrub?! Oh, you’re asking for MUCH stiffer competition, bucko!”

As the two continued their friendly-even-if-it-didn’t-clearly-sound-like-it spat, Cary rolled his eyes and chuckled to himself. The last thing he heard as he walked out of the facility was the sound of tearing metal as whatever hapless piece of machinery had to face Eastyn’s powerful fists was sent to its fate. It wasn’t exactly his idea of entertainment, but clearly the two digimon got a kick out of it. Cary was more impressed with the business model - a scrapyard being paid to take away broken-down machinery, paying people to smash it up, and then recycling the debris into useful materials to sell to content creators. There was nothing quite like it in the organic world - the day they could do atomic dissociation on materials there would be the dawn of a new age, most likely. But Cary rather suspected that was a long ways off, and he didn’t expect or intend to be there - as far as he was concerned, being a digital denizen was more for him.

Not that that didn’t come with its own set of risks, as he’d experienced more than a few times. In fact that was how he’d gotten mixed up with East and West in the first place, having them save his behind from some rabblerousers who wanted to beat up on a human. Since then, he’d been getting some training from them...at a price.

With any luck, they’ll work off enough energy that they might go easier on me later. It’s nice to get lobbed a softball now and then.

Playing bitch to two big draconian digimon was not the easiest thing in the world. Compatibility was one thing, stamina was another - they could hammer away for quite some time, and one climax was rarely enough. Not that he didn’t enjoy it - big muscled dragon dudes made him pretty hot, it turned out - but it pretty much guaranteed he wouldn’t be doing anything else for the rest of the day. Still, he had to admit the workout was helping his endurance - he could manage to stay awake through the whole thing now. And it was worth it for the additional skill and strength training that was giving him some help against a world where he was badly outclassed. To be sure, in many cases he still was, but at the very least he was pretty sure he could fend off an attacker around his size. And that was all he was shooting for - it wasn’t like he wanted to be a pit fighter champion capable of taking down someone like, say, East or West. He just wanted to not be an easy target.

He was going off on his own again today, unwilling to be afraid of the world around him. Cary wasn’t stupid, but he was bolder than some, and not as intimidated by seeing much bigger and more powerful creatures walking around him. Most of them didn’t care about him, he knew that for a fact, and being scared would just make him stand out more for those who were looking for an easy mark. So he walked around with an air of confidence, expecting that like most days he would run into no trouble.

Apparently, today wasn’t most days.

It was while he was looking at a street vendor’s wares that it happened. He was snatched from behind, wrapped in strong arms that were rather cool and clammy and held by webbed fingers that were surprisingly strong. He was dragged back away from the other onlookers as he tried to struggle away from his captor. “Heh heh...remember me, bitch? Oh, I’m really glad I managed to find you, you’re gonna make me some sweet-ass credits…”

The voice was vaguely familiar, but the arms were the giveaway - it was a Gwappamon, and most likely THE Gwappamon that had been one of the ones harassing Cary when East and West had intervened. Just his bad luck to run into him again, though it wasn’t like it was that far-fetched...he probably should have realized that one of his previous tormentors would be itching to come back for another round. But the Gwappamon wasn’t exactly in the best position for his own self-defense, and that offered Cary an opening to put some of what he’d learned to the test.

His foot came down hard on the Gwappamon’s, making the creature yelp, and then rammed an elbow hard into its gut, causing the digimon to let go of him and stagger back. Cary turned around just in time to see him fire his disc off his head and scramble to avoid it. The Gwappamon looked pissed, and charged at him to try to land another blow; Cary managed to move away and kick at the back of his knee, sending him to the ground. That was about all the engagement Cary wanted, he wasn’t strong enough to overpower the Gwappamon but the point was to be able to defend himself enough to get away, so he beat a hasty retreat down the road, hoping that his attacker was disoriented enough to lose track of him.

He glanced behind him to see if he was being pursued, and regretted it immediately as he smacked into someone else. He staggered back, slightly dazed, and found himself looking into the legendarily ugly face of a Fugamon. “Um...ah...s-sorry?” he managed to stammer out, hoping that the Fugaman wasn’t too pissed.

“Oh, you will be...that was my buddy you were messing with.”

Cary had just enough time to regret all his life’s choices before a big hand swatted him to the side, sending him crashing into the ground. Now truly dazed and winded on top of that, he could put up no more fight as the Fugamon picked him up and carried him off, with Gwappamon following behind. Head spinning wildly, he drifted off into unconsciousness.

---

Things weren’t much better when Cary regained consciousness. He still felt pretty sore from the blow, as well as woozy, but not woozy enough to not realize that he was strapped to some kind of table by his wrists and ankles. His shoes were gone, though at least the rest of him was still clothed...though, in this world, that state was never guaranteed to persist.

“Heh heh heh...about time, you kept me waiting a good while. Told those idiots not to rough the subject up too much, but dumb muscle never seems to pick up on that.” Cary turned his head as much as he could to try to see who was talking; what his eyes fell on was something black and blue, with a sinister expression on its face. It reminded him of a Raidramon without the armor, but initially he thought it couldn’t be one, it stood on two legs and had a decidedly bipedal-oriented frame, but he couldn’t think of any similar digimon that matched...then it struck him.

Modded. He got an alteration to make him bipedal. I’ve heard about that happening a lot with quads in cities, but I don’t see them as often as it sounds like I should. And I don’t like the way he called me a ‘subject...’

“Well, now that you’re finally with us, maybe I can actually get started.” The Raidramon stepped over, giving Cary a full look at him. Clearly, he hadn’t gone with a half-assed mod - the digimon was ripped, having the kind of musculature that humans tended to fantasize about, except he didn’t have to destroy his health to get it. He wasn’t as big as East or West, but not terribly far off, and certainly more than a match for Cary even if the human could get free. And Cary knew he was packing a wallop underneath the surface as well, in the form of electricity. Whatever he had in mind for the human, he had ample ways of getting it, and Cary was pretty much entirely at his mercy.

At this point, he was really hoping he was just going to be raped.

That initially seemed like a safe bet when the Raidramon starting rending his clothing, turning it to tatters in a display of eagerness. “Let’s see what we’ve got here...heh, about what I expected for a human, nothing much to see. Ah, they really should get modded more often...well, that’s what I’m here to help with, though I don’t think they’re looking for MY mods, hee hee...then again, I’m not looking to give them a CHOICE in that matter...Cardin, you’ve outdone yourself with this one, this is gonna make you credits out the ass!” Why he suddenly switched to talking to himself like that was beyond Cary, but it occurred to him that the Raidramon, Cardin apparently, might not have been all the way there. Whether that was because of the mod or not was hard to say, some mods were known to be sketchier than others and pretty much all of them were ‘install at your own risk.’ Reputable dealers and organizations vetted their mods well and had a greater chance of being clean, but even a clean mod could have unintended side effects...and back-alley modders were rarely as careful. Or as honest.

Once Cary was naked, Cardin swiped up something from a nearby table; it looked like some kind of injector, except without a needle. But it had Cary’s heart skipping a beat, because he was pretty sure he’d seen pictures of it and knew was it was for: installing mods. Fuck! I was hoping this wasn’t the case… “H-hey, what are you doing? I don’t want you to do anything to me!”

“Too bad, I wanna do stuff to you.” Cardin snickered as he smacked the device a bit hard on the human’s thigh, and pressed a button. While nothing looked like it was physically entering, Cary felt his body twitch and buzz slightly - a telltale sign of an installation. He struggled a bit, but he already knew it was futile - there was no way out of this on his own, all he could do was hope that East or West would get there before everything finished.

“Good, good, this is a start...now the real fun begins!” With the table tilted the way it was and Cary’s legs spread, his rear was utterly defenseless, and he could see that he definitely wasn’t getting away with this without some kind of molestation. The Raidramon’s cock was pushing out of its slit, as long and thick as he would expect, smooth and slightly tapered in shape, but crackling with static that told Cary that this was going to have something unusual to it. All he could do was brace himself and hope that his experience with East’s heat and West’s tingling would help him endure what was coming.

Electricity, as it turned out, was way different. He couldn’t help but cry out as the cock shoved in to the hilt, stretching him significantly...but he was used to the stretching sensation, he wasn’t used to the shock that coursed through him, mauling his prostate and shooting into his suddenly extra-sensitive cock and balls. Now he was squirming much less voluntarily, his body lit up with sensation, the mod certainly wasn’t helping as it seemed to be making everything feel much more prominent...not that it didn’t feel GOOD, he noted with mild chagrin. Maybe better than feeling awful, but he didn’t want to think about what encouragement would make Cardin willing to do…

He had bigger things to worry about, though, as the tingling through his body got stronger. Something was definitely being written, and he was certainly noticing that it was concentrating in his groin and radiating out. His cock and balls were feeling the bulk of the buzz, he could tell even through the shocks that kept them hard and stimulated. Whatever was happening was focused on them, and he knew it couldn’t be anything good...but he was helpless to do anything about it, even if he wasn’t tied down at this point the forceful fucking from the Raidramon was rendering him a squirming, quivering bitch. His breathing was coming hard and fast, he could feel his heart racing, thankfully not going out of rhythm from the electricity. That thick tool plowing his anus was his ruler, there was nothing to do but accept it...it was probably not night that that was such a turn-on for him, but there was no helping it now.

“That’s right, that’s a good test subject...just let Cardin do all the work, you just lay there and take it!” As if there was any alternative, but Cardin must have been getting just as much kick out of being where he was as Cary was where he was, only a lot more voluntarily. He grabbed the table with one hand and drove in harder, the shocks getting more potent and making Cary squirm a little bit more each time and making the buzzing grow stronger throughout his body and his genitals. He could feel his orgasm bubbling up, a heat joining the desire as it pulsed through his groin...oh, he knew something was wrong, but holding back was proving ineffective…

Suddenly, he got one final thrust from Cardin, the Raidramon crying out in bliss as he unloaded his fiercely sparking seed inside the human. And that was too much for Cary, he too cried out, more weakly as he felt an enormous rush through his body accompanying the forceful release of seed from his cock. There was a mighty heat along with it, and he felt something twisting through him...without question, his dick was shrinking, and that REALLY shouldn’t have felt as good as it did. All he could do was ride it out, let the weird and weirdly pleasurable sensations flow through him and finish enacting their changes on him, and hope that whatever was done could be UNdone somehow.

As his orgasm abated, Cary slumped onto the table, panting and still slightly shaking and sweating. The tingling had faded, but not gone away completely, suggesting that the installation wasn’t entirely complete. But one thing had changed for sure, what was sitting between his legs now was not what had been there before. Why Cardin had chosen to swap his cock for a pussy was beyond him, but some digimon had strange tastes like that - there were rumors going around about a Cyberdramon who’d do that to random humans that he caught with one of his viruses, and that was far from the only story. Digimon seemed to really like playing with humans in sexual ways, this was just one of many...but the way it was done was different from anything he’d ever heard.

“Nyaha! Finally, success! Trigger at exactly the right point, that’s been taking fucking forever to work out right!” The Raidramon certainly seemed pleased with his work, cackling madly and rubbing his hands together. “Now to make sure that installation finalization works as it should!” Once again he aimed his cock towards Cary, this time to the newly created passage. Cary wanted to protest, if only just to prove he still could, but his mouth wasn’t really working right, and the moment that sparking flesh made contact with that sensitive part of his body, all that could come out of him were strangled cries. If he thought he was sensitive before, this was WAY more than he was ready for! And that was just touching the outside, what was is going to be like inside? He wasn’t at all prepared for this, but he was getting it whether he was ready or not.

And he most certainly was NOT.

He couldn’t even cry out once he felt Cardin drive himself in to the hilt in his new cunt - whether it was just the fierce jolt that buried itself in his core and then spread out to every part of him, or the fiercer rush of pleasure as he was stimulated in the most novel way possible, he couldn’t tell. All he knew was that it felt ridiculously delightful, to a point where he was sure that it was unnatural, that a woman wouldn’t respond in the same way. The power of that pleasure was so much that he was almost sure he climaxed, though he couldn’t really tell because even that didn’t feel the same way.

“Ooh, damn, that’s even more responsive than I expected...hah, I’ll take it!” Cardin started to thrust back and forth, panting and growling as he claimed Cary once again; now it wasn’t just his cock and fluids, his whole body was emitting sparks here and there. Those were going off into the air, but it wasn’t like Cary needed any more electricity; he was thrashing hard in his bindings, way more animated than even the first time. His voice felt like it was seized up, but occasionally a high, squeaking cry of bliss would escape. At this point there was no wherewithal to even think about trying to tone it down, he was overwhelmed and the pleasure was impossible to restrain. Maybe it had been designed that way…

Every time he felt Cardin hilt in him, he felt that thickness in his core, it was so different from the way it felt with a girthy tool in his rear end. And it was so much wetter as well, he was making his own wetness to add to the electric precum being pumped into him and squirting frequently out of him. That only seemed to help the electricity be conducted through him, making the shocks more potent...his pussy clamped down on that cock every time it felt the shock, he wasn’t even trying to, it just triggered that reaction, and made the stretch feel even more potent.

Every now and then he’d feel another surge in the pleasure, and this wasn’t at all related to the electric surge. No, he was sure he was cumming, there was no doubt about it now, it added to the wetness and it felt enough like a climax in his normal state that he was putting it together. But he wasn’t having that down time that he usually needed, or at least the lengthening and wearying from overexertion of those parts...these seemed designed to redouble on themselves, and he wasn’t getting much time to come down from one before the next one came up. Was there a limit? He didn’t know, at the moment didn’t care, he was too lost in everything to care much about anything other than the raw ecstasy.

He had lost all awareness of what was going on outside of him, and so was woefully unprepared fro when Cardin shoved in and then began pumping his electric cum inside him. That was the breaking point, he finally found his voice and cried out the loudest he had yet as the most powerful orgasm ripped through him. At the same time, the buzzing of the installation was rapidly fading, making the pleasure the only thing remaining to feel, and he was feeling all of it. Bucking with what movement he had, his body was trying to impale that cock deeper, he was feeling the swell from the amount of cum being pumped into him, it was all too much, he was sure he was going to pass out and go completely blank…

But somehow, he managed to hang in there, and though he was wiped out beyond belief, he was able to stay with the world as the pleasure faded away. Finally, he felt that cock extract itself from his body, leaving him with an oddly empty feeling. He didn’t feel any sign that he was changing again, there were no more weird sensations in the rest of his body...that could only mean one thing.

“Yes! Success! Full and proper installation!” Cardin pumped his fist as he checked over Cary more, confirming whatever he was trying to confirm. “Yes, no other visible alterations, I’ll have to test some internal things, but it all looks like it went to plan, finally! Now I can get started on the next phase!” He left the tableside to start futzing with some other stuff in the workshop, little of which Cary could make sense of.

With the buzzing gone, Cary finally managed to get his tongue working again, albeit tiredly. “What...the hell was this all...about, anyway?”

“Mod testing, of course! Hee, I’ve been working on this for goddamn ages, do you know how hard it is to test mods on simulations? There’s nothing like fresh live test subjects to make sure it’s actually doing what it’s supposed to! And yet it’s so hard to find willing test subjects for mods...that’s why I have to pay for fishers.”

Well, that much Cary could have figured out. “You...ugh, you went to all that effort to mod me against my will? How?”

Cardin cockled a bit madly. “You should be honored, mod testing is such a great benefit for us! You’ve got a personal creation there, it makes a male turn V-status after cumming, and then keeps them that way for a full day at least, more if they have sex using the change! And it’s persistent, so it’ll retrigger every time! A perfect persistent problem!”

“Ngh...why this mod? You think anyone’s going to want this?”

“Wanting it isn’t the point! It’s a perfect ambush mod, hide it in other installations and they won’t realize it! It’s only supposed to change them on their orgasm, but I’ve been having trouble making sure it doesn’t go off too early or too late. Now that I have it right, I can start working on the exclusive uninstaller! They’ll have to come to me for an uninstallation, and I can charge them quite a bit for it because I’m the only one who’ll have it!”

“W...wait, you don’t have one ready?”

“Pah! You humans, you think this stuff is so easy! How can I make an uninstaller without someone to test the installation on? After all, if I have to fix anything, then the uninstaller breaks! Now I can start on it, though...though, maybe a bit more fun with you first, I’d love to see how you react to everything I-”

Cardin didn’t get a chance to finish as the wall behind him was blown in, scattering debris over him and Cary. The human’s heart lightened a bit as he saw who it was - East and West, looking plenty riled up, at least they were there to liberate him from his captivity, even if a bit too late to stop what happened to him. “Oy! What the hell did they do to you?” raged West.

“It’s some kind of custom mod…”

“Oh, you’re in for it now…” East grabbed the Raidramon by the neck and slammed him against the wall. “You’re one of those assholes who makes trouble for people with dangerous back-alley mods? I’ve known a few people who had their lives ruined because of scum like you, and wouldn’t you know it, there’s a free bounty for anyone who finds one of you…”

“Ayeep! L-let go, please! Don’t kill me!”

“You wanna live? You’d better uninstall that fucking mod from our buddy, then.”

“I...I don’t have one! I just made this work just now!”

East’s glower was almost fatal in its own right. “You think I buy that, worm? If you think you’re going to get out of this-”

“I think...he’s telling the truth,” Cary cut in wearily, broken from his bindings and resting in West’s arms. “He was just saying he hadn’t made one before you broke in…”

“Irresponsible shit,” West growled murderously. “Well, then, we’re just going to have to make you make one before we put you out of business. Consider yourself lucky if you get out of this with your hide intact, because we can make you hate existing with every fiber of your being, I PROMISE you.”

Whimpering, the Raidramon nodded. He clearly hadn’t expected the hammer to come down like this...Cary might have felt sorry for him if not for the fact that he was still leaking staticky cum from a hole he wasn’t supposed to have. But with any luck, he’d have a fix soon…

---

Apparently, any luck was not to be found. Or perhaps Cary really did have no idea how difficult things like this were to make.

East and West had brought Cardin back to their mansion and set him up there, to ensure that they could watch him constantly and keep him from running away. A prisoner tag on him helped ensure that he couldn’t leave the house or damage anything. The tag would only be removed upon successful completion of the uninstaller and Cary’s return to normal...but apparently you couldn’t just test uninstallers willy-nilly, they could have nasty effects if made wrong. And shockingly, no one seemed to be interested in being a test subject for an unlicensed mod with no currently working uninstaller. So Cardin was limited to simulations, which took quite a long time to test and which needed quite a few iterations to find flaws and bugs. And each one required retesting...it was not a fast process by any means.

“This would be so much easier if you’d just let me test things out…” the Raidramon grumbled to West as the Exveemon escorted him down the stairs. “Maybe then you wouldn’t pester me daily about progress that I don’t have for you!”

“And put other people through changes they can’t do anything about? We’re trying to cut off your modding, not facilitate it. Who knows what else you have hidden in there? You’re lucky we didn’t smash all that stuff - we’re VERY good at smashing.”

“If you had smashed it you might as well have given up on getting an uninstaller period.”

“That’s still on the table after all this is done, you know.”

“WHAT?! I have years of time invested in that equipment, the data on them is priceless, all the work I’ve done-”

West scoffed. “You have probably a smorgasbord of illicit mods and other junk on there. Not my fault you don’t have a hidden backup. There IS the option of just smashing you instead, of course…”

Cardin moaned wearily. “You people are barbaric...you have no respect for the challenge of this pursuit! It’s not like ALL my mods were designed for this sort of thing…”

“If you were on the up and up, you wouldn’t be working in the shadows like a scumbag. Fuck, even Virus-types aren’t so shady about spreading their junk around. I mean, it’s barred from making any laws or rules to stop them, but still.”

“I work better in seclusion! That’s all! Ugh, you all being around constantly is crimping my style…”

“You should consider yourself lucky.” They were close enough to East for him to hear them now, the Wargreymon holding Cary in his arms. The human looked mildly uncomfortable, but not from the contact with the dragon. “We could be going a lot harder on you, if Cary wasn’t a generous soul. I sure as hell wouldn’t be letting you participate in this kinda thing after what you did.”

“It’s not like he can do any more damage,” Cary mumbled, the affect in his voice palpable. “Helps with the problem he caused, too…”

“For the eighty-fifth time, I didn’t know it would cause aberrant surges in sexual drive,” grumbled the Raidramon. “That wasn’t part of the plan, that’s why these things need testing!”

“You’re not testing that thing on anyone else,” snarled East.

“Please! Come on, I’ll even put out an ad, someone has to find it an enticing idea! If I can test it further, I can create an uninstaller so much more quickly!”

“At this point I can’t tell whether he’s more desperate to flaunt his work or just get away from us,” West snarked with a smirk. “What, getting your cock wet several times a day is that torturous for you?”

“Finding myself in constant fear for my life and livelihood isn’t made up for by sex, I’m sorry to inform you,” Cardin replied indignantly.

“Get used to it, it’s all you’re getting until you bring Cary back to normal.”

“Guys…” Cary cut in before anymore chatter. “I’m REALLY needy...can you wait until after you take care of me to continue sniping at each other?”

“You heard him,” East said, authoritatively. “Let’s get to work.” He turned Cary in his arms and laid back on the floor, while West stepped up and spread the human’s legs. Already present was the altered state, a pussy that looked almost inflamed and dripping with obvious need. None of them had been prepared for this, even the modder...Cary had thought that the easy way around having to deal with the consequences of the mod was to just take East and West the usual way and ignore the alteration, since Cardin had said (and they had proven) that only getting nailed in the pussy would reset the changeback timer. And that had seemed like a good plan, until he started feeling a fire in him that was unfamiliar and intense...very quickly he learned that those periods would not abate without a good cunt pounding, and very often not just one. Sometimes he’d be in ‘heat’ for a full day before getting relief, it would ebb and then return, requiring another round to try to cool it off. The only thing that seemed to stave it off completely was regular extension of his change, but he didn’t want to force himself to stay that way when he was clear-headed...though during those periods, the temptation was there, just to avoid that heat again.

Extra intensity seemed to be more likely to work out the effect, though, so Cary had established that when he got this way, all three of them could go at him at once, to hopefully speed the resolution along. And as much as Cardin grumbled, he doubted that the Raidramon minded that arrangement so much...East and West probably did a bit more, but they were dedicated to making sure Cary didn’t have to endure things any longer than they had to. And although he didn’t want to make this a fixture of his future permanently, he had to admit, the feeling of getting three holes pounded at the same time was thrilling and enjoyable, the heat making him even more sensitive and amplifying that...really, the discomfort with the heat was when he WASN’T getting pounded, it made the actual acts more satisfying. He sometimes wondered if Cardin was lying, had put that in there deliberately to make sure people had to go through the effects, but Cardin seemed irritated enough by its presence that he was leaning towards believing that it was just a flaw.

Some might consider it a feature rather than a bug, if they’re into that sort of thing.

He stopped thinking about just about anything as East and West drove their cocks into him, the Wargreymon slamming his hot tool into his cunt (which still bizarrely seemed to relieve the heat rather than just double up on it) and the Exveemon claiming his rear. His mouth opened with a loud cry, which was quickly plugged by Cardin shoving his sparking staff inside him. Were he not in this state, Cary might have been less than appreciative, but rough treatment seemed more likely to quell the heat more quickly - the less gentle, the more satiating. The worry was there in Cary’s head that he’d start to like that TOO much...but only when he wasn’t in this kind of need.

If being double-teamed was intense, triple-teamed was overwhelming. Especially with an additionally highly-sensitive organ being stimulated like mad on top of what already got him revved up; there was no questioning that the forecful fucking felt GOOD, even if it still felt bizarre on his body. It added so much to that powerful stretching sensation, and he didn’t know how it wasn’t absurdly evident in his body - there was a bulge, sure, but not as much of one as he expected there to be. He clutched to East’s chest as he was compressed between the three big digimon, moaning and squirming under the triple assault, mind rapidly falling into complacent bliss.

“Shit...so goddamn tight when we’re both in at once…” growled West as he bucked into Cary forcefully, taking advantage of East’s tight grip on the human. It was hard not to enjoy being able to double up like this, even if it wasn’t something they’d sought...he was trying not to get too used to it, but no question he was enjoying being able to take advantage while the opportunity was there. The irritant Raidramon wasn’t necessarily a key part of that enjoyment, but as long as he was doing what he was supposed to, throwing him a bone was a good idea.

Indeed, pretty much the only upside there was for Cardin was this sort of thing. As much as he grumbled, he knew his options were extremely limited - they were perfectly within their rights to take him in and make him try to undo the mod, no matter how much he wished that wasn’t the case. Getting to have some fun with the human was, as he said, not exactly a perfect counterbalance to that, but the alternative was getting to have no fun with him, and that would have left him with precious little to look forward to. So he made the most of Cary’s mouth, and secretly hoped that this wouldn’t be enough for him. And while this was an entirely unintended effect, he was rather glad it had happened this way, and hoped that he’d be able to escape with a copy of the mod to spread it. Those were machinations he kept very quiet, for obvious reasons.

By this point, Cary was writhing around quite wildly in East’s arms, trying to push into all three at once and in doing so failing to push into any of them. Each thrust from any one of them seemed to set off another mini-orgasm that ratcheted up the full ecstasy another notch closer to the highest pinnacle. It was all too much, he couldn’t keep himself in check this way...he’d gotten used to handling two at once, but three at a time, with the heat and the shocks and the tingling and the stretching and powerful pleasure was simply too great for him to adjust to. He was practically screaming around Cardin’s shaft, slurping on it like it was giving him life, clenching however he could onto the East and West despite how tight he already was around them.

He whited out briefly as his orgasm hit, and then crashed back in with a furious shudder and muffled cry as the digimon joined him and forced consciousness back on him with the sheer sensory overload. His hypersensitive cunt was awash in liquid flame, his ass was buzzing from the thick Exveemon seed, and his mouth was getting jolts that were going right into his brain as Cardin’s sparking shot raced down his throat. Just like every single other time, it felt like the most powerful climax he’d ever had, more powerful than he even knew was possible even after all the times he’d experienced it...too good to be natural, but he could hardly care.

He slumped limply onto East as the peak of pleasure subsided, feeling mightily full after all that. Yet, he still felt that prickle in his core...in just a couple minutes, he’d be right back to where he started, desperate for more satiation, forced to take another round of mind-blowing sex to keep himself sane. He’d just have to get through it...and do his best to avoid the temptation to tell Cardin to take his time.