Everything in D'Orca's life changed on one summery afternoon...well, for the most part.

When the 12-year-old, whose species matched his namesake, was 2 years younger, his father went missing one day unexpectedly, leaving him and his mother to fend for themselves. Thankfully, his mother had a well-paying job already, but their standard of living was cut significantly thanks to his absence. That didn't matter much to D'Orca, who was easy to please and obeyed his parents dutifully, but it was easy to say that his father's disappearance had an effect on him, to a point. That is, until he suddenly, and secretly, reappeared in D'Orca's life, if only for a fraction of a second.

It was a day like any other; the orca had been spending time in his room after school, doing homework when he'd rather be playing, when a pop-up appeared on his laptop screen, notifying him on an email...though, it wasn't through his usual website that he'd check his emails on for school, which he'd been taught to do as a method of internet safety. Naive as he was, he clicked on it and from his screen came a silhouette, unlike anything D'Orca had ever seen in his life. It materialised in the space in the centre of his living room, constructing from the feet up, until it revealed a tall and familiar figure: his father. D'Orca had a plethora of questions, but there was, apparently, 'no time'.

From his father, the orca was given a gift in the form of an app on his phone. When D'Orca was prompted to launch it by his dad, he was greeted to a small red and white egg with an array of black stripes. His first instinct was to tap the egg on his smartphone, and that's when everything changed; before him came a creature from his phone like no other, covered from head to toe in red and white scales, and taller than his chubby 12-year-old frame. His father said he was a 'Guilmon', and that he was now D'Orca's responsibility...and, when he's ready, he should venture into the digital world and fulfil his destiny. Whatever that was, D'Orca didn't know, for as soon as his father had appeared, he left, dematerialising into nothing before the cub's very eyes...and, inadvertently, leaving the 12-year-old alone with what he later understood to be his Digimon.

At least, that's how it should have gone. The fact of the matter was that D'Orca, simple and young as he was, had no intention of going on a grand adventure-- in fact, he would much rather spend his days at home playing video games and enjoying the company of his new friend. Hiding him was so easy thanks to his mom's late shifts and a fairly lacking babysitter who didn't do their job properly, so a lot of the time D'Orca got to spend the afternoons and evenings in his room with the Guilmon. Of course, the matter of his 'destiny' was brought up time and time again by his new 'pet', and it was clear the Digimon was growing increasingly frustrated with it, despite D'Orca's fervent refusal.

The 12-year-old would have gotten tired of it, were it not for an interesting little glitch he found in the app for his Digimon.

It was one quiet Friday evening. D'Orca's mom was out on a night shift for her second job, and their usual babysitter fell through. It didn't take much to convince his mom that he'd be fine on his own for one night; the orca could be relatively mature when he wanted to be, and his mom needed the money. Having the evening to himself without adult influence was great, but that wasn't his main interest that night-- instead, he had a plan that involved Guilmon.

"Mom said to be in bed at 9." The relatively tall, chunky-looking reptile Digimon more or less parroted what D'Orca's mom had said just before she'd left around half an hour ago, and for the most part the orca ignored his borderline-nerdy whining-- he loved Guilmon, but he was a little bit of a naive creature...though that wasn't all that surprising, considering he was born only a few months ago. The orca mostly just focused on his phone, already charged up for the night, and next to him on the couch, Guilmon eyed him, looking a little sad at being ignored.

The 12-year-old had a pretty good reason for turning his attention elsewhere; the app on his phone, used to monitor his Digimon's hunger, health and other factors, had unlocked a few extra features that the boy was pretty sure he wasn't meant to have access to, known as 'developer tools'. They allowed him to access protocols normally unavailable, from what he could tell, but what did a 12-year-old know about Digimon, or other things, for that matter? Apparently, quite a lot; living in a technologically inclined world at his age meant he was quite snazzy with even the most complex of applications, and it had taken little effort for him to find his Digimon's 'memory core'. His young guilt stopped him from actually tampering with it, but the thought of it alone as a backup was enough to make a note of. In the end, it wasn't things like the 'memory' core feature that really stuck out to him-- the most interesting feature was the currently disabled 'NSFW System', adjoined by an ominous, red-coloured message about the dangers of activating it. He'd wanted to wait for a prime opportunity to test it out and see how it operated, and that night was a perfect time.

The activation and subsequent consequences were subtle, and barely even noticeable to the orca. The TV did a good job of distracting the naive Digimon from really paying attention to what the orca was doing, so the 12-year-old subtly looked to the side, checking around the Guilmon's features. He couldn't really see anything different at first, but as his eyes trailed lower, he spotted a distinctly thin line between the Guilmon's legs that wasn't there before. It looked nothing like D'Orca's own junk, which made the boy intensely curious, but he refrained from reaching out and touching it, at least for the moment-- mainly because, on his phone, there was a slider that had appeared after activating the 'NSFW system': something crudely named a 'lust meter'.

D'Orca wasn't sure what the word 'lust' meant-- he knew what a penis was, and what sex was, but he wasn't exactly knowledgable when it came to all the words to do with arousal or intimate things. Curiosity outweighed his apprehensiveness, and as sneakily as he could manage, he pressed a smooth fingertip to the slider on his smartphone and pushed it to the side, cranking it all the way up to the maximum.

At first, nothing really happened, and the orca was left wondering whether the slider worked at all, or if it were just a bug. However, after a little bit of waiting, it became clear that it was having an effect on his Digimon; the reptile creature shifted in his seat, quietly and only a little bit at first, but eventually, he started to squirm with a visible mixture of discomfort and confusion, but he didn't seem to understand why he was feeling that way, nor where it was coming from. D'Orca, however, could clearly see the origins of that sensation; that thin and barely visible slit slowly started to part before the 12-year-old's eyes, and from within came a small, yet steadily growing pink mass.

"Huh...?" The Guilmon finally caught on to his predicament, and looked down to see his own growing member with a mixture of bewilderment and confusion. Before their eyes the cock grew and grew, gaining ridges and bumps along both the underside and the front as a distinctive wedged formed to create the head of the cock, twitching and pulsing. The Digimon, flustered and sputtering, watched with wide eyes as his member became more and more aroused, until it reached a turgid and surprisingly large 8 or so inches, just a little longer than D'Orca's own bigger-than-average cocks. When it reached full mast, the base swelled and pulsed to a greater size, forming a thick and bulbous knot.

"M-Master, this feels..." Guilmon squirmed in his, visibly distressed and noticeably uncomfortable in regards to sitting still. "What is this?"

"Well," D'Orca grinned, leaning over slightly, eager to touch it. "That's your penis, Guilmon."

"My...penis...?" The Digimon hesitated, his eyes glazing over a little as he quietly huffed. The reason was obvious; the lust he was experiencing, presumably for the first time, was just too much for him. His breathing was heavy but rapid, and his cock twitched in the warm air, a bead of pre-cum already oozing from the tip and trickling down the underside of his member. Just the sight of it was making the pubescent 12-year-old's mouth go dry, and his own loins ached, wanting to be touched.

"That's right," The orca shifted and moved, turning slightly towards him as he put his phone to the side. "It's because you want to have sex. It'll feel really good if I touch it."

"It will?" The Digimon clearly and nervously gulped, but he didn't scoot away or move. It was relatively clear to the cub that his Guilmon was delirious with pleasure, for he didn't really react when the orca edged closer, curious to get a better look. The boy's hand groped his own crotch as the one closest to the Digimon reached out, grazing his digits across that scaly thigh. The Guilmon's gaze affixed itself to his own twitching member, and only registered D'Orca's curious hand when it got close enough to his cock. The digital creature sucked in a breath and watched as those small, chubby fingers touched with his member, and the groan that ripped through the reptile's lustful maw was the most intense that D'Orca had ever heard-- though, apart from the videos he'd seen online, he hadn't really heard that many at all to compare.

"Oh...Oh!" The Guilmon whimpered his approval as the 12-year-old's hand enclosed a little more firmly around that pulsing meat, his young fingertips pressed and squeezing in all the right places, despite his own faux-innocence. He dragged his hand down and watched as the Guilmon rolled his head back and let out a long and tender sigh, followed by a violent shudder that rolled through his body and made his cock wildly twitch in the boy's hand. D'Orca might have assumed that the Digimon was just pent-up...but having been the cause of his friend's predicament, the cub knew better.

"Mmh, that feels good, D'Orca-mon," The Guilmon mumbled, his gaze following the gliding movements of that hand. "What...what are you doing?"

"I'm pleasuring you," D'Orca informed him rather matter-of-factly, not even pausing in his clumsy, childish movements. "If I keep masturbating you, then you'll orgasm."

"What's that?"

"You'll see."

Each tender stroke and tug had the creature huffing and panting under his breath, betraying his lust as the cub's hands worked his amply-sized shaft. The pre-cum that oozed from the tip readily leaked down and easily slickened up the boy's movements as his hand worked up and down, quickly making the once quiet, muted sounds of his jerking hand become audibly wet. His Guilmon's huffing grew more intense quite quickly, to the point where D'Orca was concerned he might cum a lot sooner than he thought-- that worry alone made him relinquish his grip, and in turn the Digimon whined his protest, humping his hips upwards into the air out of pure instinct and lustful programming alone.

D'Orca couldn't deny giving his friend what he so desperately wanted, of course, but he had another idea in mind. Slipping from the couch, the 12-year-old moved his chubby frame, twisting in place until he faced the couch cushions, his knees pressing down against the carpeted floor. He squirmed and moved in his shorts as he scooted on his knees, settling himself in between the digital creature's legs. The Guilmon instinctively pressed his legs together and brushed his thighs against the chubby boy's shoulders before he moved the opposite way, spreading them apart to reveal himself a little more. The thick base of his tail sat beneath his slit and accentuated a previously unseen entrance that the cub quickly recognised as the Digimon's asshole, but his attention moved from it, for now, despite it making his dicks tingle. Instead, his gaze fell upon that glistening, twitching cock, exotic in shape and eager to be touched.

"Hah...D-D'Orca-mon...that feels really good..." Guilmon hummed his desperation, his eyes darting from the orca's face to his own cock and back again, unsure what the boy was going to do-- the naive creature didn't expect his master to bring his head forwards and press his soft-scaled nose against his cock, but when he did he groaned, squirming in his seat, wanting more.

D'Orca assumed, rightfully so, that the Digimon was more or less a hair's trigger away from climaxing, and he mostly guessed that from how eagerly it was twitching and how wet and sticky with pre-cum it was. As the cub dragged his nose and mouth upwards, his mind swirled with lustful, pubescent thoughts; he'd never actually done anything with another person before, but had seen plenty of porn-- for him, this was a perfect opportunity. As his mouth reached the tip, the cub stuck out his tongue to taste the pre-cum for himself; the flavour was all but non-existent, but the mere act of it alone aroused the boy intensely.

True to his assumption, the Guilmon very quickly began to huff, sticking out his red-scaled legs and curling his toes as the orca's tongue pushed down and he took the tip of the Digimon's cock in his mouth. It twitched mercilessly as it slid along his wet tongue all the way to the back of his throat, and the hefty spurt of pre-cum that D'Orca had to quickly gulp down was indicative of the creature's impending, first-ever orgasm. As the 12-year-old slowly pulled back up, he pursed his lips and felt a tingle of happiness rush up his spine as the Digimon let out a guttural, carnal noise that could only be described as pleasure.

The Guilmon could barely speak; he panted and huffed, vocalising in gentle and naive groans as his pleasure grew and grew, and within a rapid handful of seconds, his chest started to heave heavily, and his claws grazed dangerously against the couch cushions, threatening to tear them under his strength. The sensation was indescribable; Guilmon had never felt anything like it, and it made every limb tingle, every scale prickle. It felt almost impossible to keep still but, at the same time, every muscle in his body was rigid and forced him into keeping steady, somehow.

"H-Hah, D'Orca-mon...something's...O-Oh...!" He tried to speak, but it came out in half-sighs, half-groans as his pleasure made him delirious, his mind hazy. "Something's c-comin'...!"

The cock twitched more and more, throbbing powerfully against the back of the boy's throat. D'Orca didn't even have time to wonder or process how close the Guilmon was getting, for in a matter of moments, heat and salt sloshed against the back of his throat. A heavy moan and sigh quickly followed the Digimon's orgasm, and the cub tensed as thick, heavy spurts splashed against the back of his throat and caused him to immediately let out a cough, which he quickly repressed, swallowed down the load as it threatened to overflow his mouth. His eyes closed as he gulped and gulped, listening intently to his creature's moans, his whimpers and gasps of mixed pleasure and surprise at the sudden rush of intense heat and ecstasy. The Digimon clearly wanted to thrust, and he squirmed to restrain himself but did, at least a couple of times, push his hips up against D'Orca's mouth, teasing the tip of his spurting cock against the back of the cub's throat, his knot visibly pulsing with each twitch of his cock. For the Guilmon, each spasm, each throb of his cock sent intoxicating spikes of pleasure up his spine that made his mind hazy, and left a sickly sweet feeling all around his body. He wanted to feel it more and more, and with each passing second, the yearning to want it not to stop continued to grow.

His huffs and half-snarls of pleasure, however, inevitably receded, much to his dismay, making way for long and exhausted sighs as the Guilmon sucked in gulps of air, calming his panting breaths. His orgasm faded almost as quickly as it had arrived, and it was, in return, replaced by a quiet, yet tired silence. D'Orca slowly pulled back, groaning quietly under his breath as he withdrew from the large cock completely, its surface covered in a sticky film of cum and spit. As he retreated, the cock flopped forwards, sagging without his input, and the 12-year-old leaned back and wiped his mouth.

"D-D'Orca-mon, that was...that was..." Guilmon couldn't find the words as he flopped his head back, trying to catch his breath. "I wanna do it again..."

"Oh, we will..." The orca leant to the side and reached for his phone, which he'd left sitting on the couch for the past handful of minutes. He swiped the lock on the screen to pull up the app that had been installed-- it might have seemed off for him to do so, but there was a good reason for it; the memory wipe. Doing something as simple as clearing the past 5 minutes from Guilmon's memory was as easy as tapping a button, and the thought of doing so sent a tickle up his spine. He hadn't wanted to mess with it before, but if the Guilmon could experience his first orgasm over and over...wouldn't that make the Digimon quite happy, to the point of wanting to do it more and more?

D'Orca hesitated for barely a second or so before he tapped the button. A little window popped up signalling that the process was working, and in front of him, the digital creature suddenly tensed, his eyes opening and going blank as he looked up at the ceiling, his mouth slightly agape. It was over in a handful of seconds, and when the process was complete, the Digimon sat dazed, confused, before he snapped his head upright. His eyes flicked from the orca to his crotch and back again, recognising that some peculiar implement was sticking out of him, one that he had no idea about.

"W...What is...?" He barely had much time to understand what was happening before his turgid, exotically-shaped cock sprung to attention and his eyes lidded. If he had skin of any sort, D'Orca was pretty sure his cheeks would have burned red-- in a word, he looked flushed. A mixed whimper-groan came from his clamped maw as his member twitched, exactly as it had the first time; true to the app's directions, Guilmon's mind was all but wiped of his first orgasm and, by extension, his first erection.

"G-Guilmon feels weird..." He repeated much of what he'd said the first time around, which wasn't much of a surprise, but D'Orca had different plans this time around. Instead of grabbing that cock and putting his lips around it once more, he rose, straightening himself up and inadvertently revealing the obvious pulse in his boyish shorts. His hands fumbled with the button as he eagerly tried to undo them, and they quickly fall around his hips and do the floor, displaying the childish, patterned blue and white briefs beneath, adorned with a dolphin print. That underwear fell just as quickly as his shorts, and the confused Guilmon was greeted to a frankly peculiar sight: not one cock, not even two, but four larger-than-average, twitching members sat between the 12-year-old's legs, two stacked on top of another two.

"D'Orca-mon, you...what are those?" The Digimon asked tentatively, his voice quaking ever so slightly.

"Those are my cocks. It feels really good when you touch them." The 12-year-old insisted, and to demonstrate, he grabbed one of his members and squeezed, stroking from base to tip and back again, peeling back to foreskin to reveal the pinkish end. To the Guilmon, it was nothing like he'd ever seen before, and though his mind swam with confusion, there was a heated, peculiar sensation that was unfamiliar, yet...felt good. He wanted to feel it more.

When D'Orca realised that Guilmon clearly didn't know what to do or say, yet couldn't take his eyes away from those four twitching cocks, the 12-year-old's muscles tensed, making his cocks spring upwards ever so slightly with each throb, as if he was taunting his friend. He stepped a little closer, lifting his feet to kick himself out of his own shorts and underwear as his legs bumped with the edge of the couch cushions, as far forwards as he could be. He had to spread his legs slightly to allow Guilmon's thick tail to squeeze in between his knees, and he was in prime position to get access to what he saw earlier; that supple, strangely pink hole that sat beneath the Guilmon's twitching cock.

One firm push against the top of his cocks was all it took for D'Orca's members to angle down, and one of the bottom two in his square cock formation kissed with the Guilmon's entrance, nudging and smearing pubescent pre-cum in preparation for his inevitable penetration. He groaned with a visible hormonal need, and in front of him, the Digimon stared, wide-eyed, as the 12-year-old gently teased the entrance with a slow and surprisingly tender push. Guilmon squirmed and let out something akin to a whimper-- the teasing didn't feel bad and D'Orca had no doubt that it teased something carnal inside the Digimon's DNA...ultimately, he wasn't that far from the truth; each little nudge made the Digimon's hole quiver and his stomach twist. He couldn't quite place the feeling, but there was a deep yearning in his core.

"That feels nice, D'Orca-mo-- Oh!" The Digimon began, but the cub didn't give him much warning as he started to push, the head of his young, sizeable cock forcing that virgin hole apart. The Guilmon let out a hiss and his member wildly twitched in unison with his ring's squeezing and spasming, but it eventually loosened enough to allow the boy entry. D'Orca gave his friend time to get used to it, but his patience only ran so far-- he inevitably started to sink deeper after a handful of seconds, and the way the Guilmon tensed around his single intruding member made him shudder and sigh. The Digimon squirmed, overwhelmed with intense, heated feelings as his hole twinged slightly with discomfort, but those negative sensations were quickly drowned by out an aching, body-tingling pleasure that made the Guilmon feel weak. D'Orca reached out his free hand, putting it on the Digimon's leg and sliding it up to his knee as the reptile instinctively bent his legs and scooted a little on the couch to lay more against the small of his back, the base of his tail bearing most of the weight.

"Wha...What is D'Orca-mon doing? It feels...it feels...!" Guilmon whimpered and his cock sprang upwards, sending a dizzying, narrow string of pre-cum up his scaled stomach and towards his chest, before it flopped back down against his belly.

"I'm sticking my thingy in your butt," D'Orca explained, suppressing a groan. "Does it feel good? Do you like it?"

"Mm." The Guilmon frantically nodded, and with a grin the 12-year-old shifted on the spot, adjusting himself to a better angle.

"Just you wait," The cub insisted. "It's only going to feel better, I promise."

Deeper and deeper the cub sank, his one single cock pushing down slowly yet steadily until his pelvis pressed and squished against that tight entrance, and his balls squashed between his own taint and the Digimon's thick tail. Guilmon's insides were heavenly, velvety and warm, and for the mostly virgin orca, it was hard to resist just pulling back and thrusting as much as he could, driven by an eager, hormonal desire and boyish excitement. However, he somehow managed to restrain himself, mostly thanks to the fact that it felt slightly uncomfortable when his one other lower-down cock pressed to the side at the base, forced out the way to make way for the Digimon's thick tail. As he pulled back, he sighed and tilted his head upwards, closing his eyes and relishing the feeling. The edge of his humanoid-like glands touched with the Guilmon's squeezing ring from the inside and he knew it was a good place to pause, if only for a moment, just so he could look down at the Guilmon. As he suspected, the Digimon looked flustered, his eyes lidded over and his maw clamped shut as he tried to suppress mildly embarrassing moans and grunts. His cock, already fully hard again, throbbing up from his stomach into a near 45-degree angle before flopping back down, unceremoniously dribbling pre-cum against his stomach each time.

D'Orca slowly began to thrust, but it quickly became apparent that it was a little difficult. With each plunge of his hips, he stimulated one cock but left the others free to twitch and bounce up and down, but that wasn't the main issue; it was the lowest member, parallel to the penetrating one, that brought him discomfort, to the point where he could bear it no longer. He was sure that, despite the Guilmon's tight hole, he could fit in two if he so desired-- with a grunt, he tugged back until his glans touched that hole again, his member wildly pulsing inside that warm crevice, before he reached down with a hand and grasped his other lower cock, angling it towards the same hole. He smeared the foreskinned tip against that entrance, pressing and pushing as the entrance instinctively clenched and squeezed. Guilmon eventually loosened, mostly because he was too delirious with pleasure to realise what was happening, and with some difficulty, the orca's other member slipped in alongside the other, both of them pressing down and stretching the Digimon's ring beyond its original limit. Now this felt a lot more comfortable. 

"O-Oh!" Guilmon sat upright slightly, planting his palms against the couch, and he looked down at D'Orca's entry with an intense gaze, his mouth agape. "T-That feels really good...D'Orca-mon, I'm all tingly, a-and..."

"You want to cum, don't you?" D'Orca teased. "Do you want me to sticky my thingy deeper?"

Guilmon nodded fervently, and it was all the encouragement the boy needed. As D'Orca plunged down, he sighed with relief when his two other cocks grazed against the Guilmon's lower pelvis and snugly kissed with either side of the Digimon's pulsing member, as if they hugged it tenderly-- but what felt the best was just how snugly he was inside the Guilmon's ass, how his two cocks fit perfectly and how pleasurable it felt. There was a tickle of concern that he might be hurting the Digimon, but one look at the Guilmon quashed his worries; it was clear the reptile enjoyed it from the way he panted, mouth agape, whilst he readily leaked pre-seed on his own stomach until it started to trickle down the sides of his stomach and towards the couch.

Slowly he worked into a rhythm, enjoying it a lot more than he thought he would. He'd managed to secretly try little toys that more or less simulated a hole like Guilmon's own, but the feeling of actually penetrating the Digimon and keeping to a rhythm was wholly different. His insides were silky and warm and intoxicating and it was hard for D'Orca to restrain himself as he plunged down and let out a boyish, young groan of pleasure. In front of him, the Guilmon let out his own mixed huffs and grunts, half-wincing from the push of those members into his sensitive, virgin ass, but also squirming just a little from the delightful tingle of pleasure that ran up his scales and coalesced around his loins, making each tender yet clumsy push of the orca's hips elicit a hard, aching throb from the digital creature's turgid cock.

"Mmh, Guilmon, you're really tight...!" D'Orca vocalised his delight in his Digimon's body and sensitive parts, but the reptile didn't really respond, his breath coming out in hot and heavy snorts. The 12-year-old quickly understood why when his gaze flicked down, and his eyes widened when he saw the Digimon's cock flopping up and down with fervent, turgid throbs. Guilmon was dizzy with pleasure, his head light and his body tingling and spiking with pleasurable sensations with each clumsy, young thrust from his 'master'. D'Orca didn't need to ask to know what was coming, and he felt it in the way the Guilmon's innards clamped and squeezed, gripping like a vice around his thrusting young cocks. 

"D-D'Orca-mon, something's...something's...!" Guilmon let out a heavy moan, and in turn, D'Orca grunted, rolling his head back to do the same. The two of them groaned in near-unison, their panting and noises intermingling with one another until, at the apex of their pleasure, they climaxed simultaneously.

As D'Orca pushed down and shuddered with bliss as he unloaded into the Guilmon, his two other cocks dribbled and oozed droplets of cum; as they weren't really being used, for the most part, a lot of the fluids came from the orca's buried members instead, shooting deep into the Digimon's crevice. At the same time, the reptile's insides clamped down and squeezed in periodic spasms as his own exotic, amply-sized cock spurted thick gooey strings onto his own chest and stomach, pooling and oozing down his sides until they touched with the couch-- the 12-year-old should have been concerned about the mess they were making, but at that moment he didn't care. The pleasure was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, and his shaky legs collapsed under the delightful sensation, his body snugly pressing down against the Guilmon's frame. The Digimon grunted, but then groaned quietly, his member throbbing between them; the added pressure of the cub's body only served to stimulate his orgasm further, but like all things, it faded almost as quickly as it had arrived, leaving the digital creature a panting mess once more.

D'Orca wasn't sure whether to lift himself up or collapse back down, but Guilmon's tender, subtle squirming coaxed him into putting his hands on the reptile's sticky chest, heaving himself into a mostly upright position. His cocks, smeared with cum on the top with two others still buried deep, weakly throbbed with his movements and in response to the Digimon's clenching innards, but as the chubby cub pulled back, that warm hole loosened and let go, allowing him to withdraw completely.

"D'Orca-mon...Guilmon feels strange...but good..." The Digimon huffed, but the 12-year-old wasn't surprised; he'd said much of the same thing the first time, after all. Sliding back, D'Orca reached down ad grabbed his shirt, tugging it up and over his head to show off his plump, young frame. His gaze raked over his messy friend before he leant to the side to pick up his phone once more. What he wanted to do on it was obvious; he was addicted to the idea of taking Guilmon's virginity over and over. This time, he didn't so much as hesitate to push the button on the app again.

"Wh--" He'd started to ask D'Orca what he was doing, but once the command was sent, the Guilmon went glassy-eyed and still for barely a handful of moments, before coming back to reality. He blinked, mouth agape, before his eyes trailed down and he took in the sight of the orca's naked body, four cocks, and his own messy front. The pleasure and heat of lust and post-sex bliss quickly registered on his face and the Digimon squirmed, letting out a mixed squeak and whimper. Confusion riddled his features, but the arousal was so strong that he couldn't even find the words to articulate what he was feeling. D'Orca looked upon him with a mixture of desire and excitement, wondering what he should do next...and, at that moment, a sudden thought came to his mind.

"Hey Guilmon," The orca began, and the Digimon looked at him with a bewildered, lidded expression. "What do you think of this?"

The boy leant forwards and reached up a hand, pointing to a hole atop his smooth, hairless head. His digit circled around what he knew to be his blowhole. He spent most of his time on land and only ever really got to use it in the bathtub-- when he had baths, that is-- but he at least knew from asking his parents that it connected down to his mouth, and was meant to be a way for him to spurt water out the top if he was eating underwater...and, on top of that, it was very malleable. He could flex the muscles of it if he tried really hard.

"Umm...Huh...?" The Digimon squinted, his mind as foggy as his knowledge.

"D'Orca-mon, Guilmon feels funny..." He mumbled awkwardly, and D'Orac resisted the urge to roll his eyes; repetitive as it was, it was also endearing and arousing at the same time.

"It's okay, Guilmon. Don't you want to stick your cock in this? Doesn't it look nice and tight?" The orca asked, pointing once again to his blowhole. The Guilmon hesitated at first, and watches as the orca shifted, turning to face away from the Digimon as he got back down onto his knees in front of him. Guilmon instinctively lifted himself up and sat in a more upright position, his gaze trailing down to the boy's smooth head and tiny hole, and the Digimon's cock inadvertently pressed itself to the 12-year-old's head, lining up almost perfectly with his blowhole entrance. He didn't intend to do anything with it, but unbeknownst to the reptile, it was just that D'Orca wanted.

"Doesn't it look good?" The orca asked, unable to see whether the Guilmon was nodding his head or not. "If you put your cock in it, you'll feel really, really good!"

"I will...?" Guilmon looked apprehensive, predominantly because he didn't know what a 'cock' was-- but he knew what it meant to feel good.

"Let me help you." The cub angled his head back and reached up with one hand, whilst the other trailed down to his naked crotch. With his first hand, he fumbled to grab the Guilmon's member and angled it down towards his blowhole, smirking to himself when that member eagerly twitched in his hand and the Digimon left out a mumble of incoherent nonsense, most likely too confused and delirious with the sudden pleasure of his cock being stroked to even comprehend what was happening. Hell, D'Orca was pretty sure the Digimon had wanted to ask about why he felt the way he did, but for the 12-year-old, this was the third song and dance they were doing...all unknown to Guilmon, of course.

It was cumbersome, at first, to find the right angle and purchase; D'Orca's blowhole was a little snug and tight, and the end of Guilmon's pre-soaked cock was slippery and stubborn-- it didn't help that the Guilmon's member occasionally dribbled and spurted pre-cum from the 12-year-old's handling alone. Eventually, however, the tip smudged and pressed in a way that made D'Orca's blowhole stretch to accommodate the intrusion, and slowly but surely, Guilmon's cock slipped inside. 

"Oh...Oh...!" Guilmon gasped and abruptly pushed his hips forwards, causing D'Orca to wince ever so slightly. "D'Orca-mon, it feels really good..."

"See? I told you." It was uncomfortable to start with, sure; the hole was snug and not used to taking something so girthy, but over time it the peculiar feeling started to lessen and made way for a strange, but not completely overwhelming pleasure. It was enough to make the orca fondle himself, but having already climaxed not that long ago, it was going to take some time before he could cum again. Guilmon's animalistic pushing and his mumbling words added to everything in a way that turned D'Orca on, and for the Guilmon, that snug tight fit was intoxicating, and he couldn't control himself.

The deeper the Guilmon's cock went, the stranger it felt; the ribbed, exotic parts of the reptile's cock stroked the innards of D'Orca's blowhole in a way that didn't feel completely uncomfortable, and when it reached a certain point, it began to push through a flat in the room of the 12-year-old's mouth and onto his tongue. Instinctively, the cub opened his maw, and slowly felt the cock slide along towards the tip of his tongue and past his teeth. The warm dribble of pre-cum on his chest all but alluded the orca to how far the cock had gone, and the fact that he eventually met resistance as he continued to angle his head back more or less confirmed he'd hit the knot. Above him, the Digimon let out an aching groan and he trembled, reaching out his large, clawed hands and placing the rounded bump of his palms against the orca's head, either side of that tight blowhole.

"H-Hah...! Oooh, D'Orca-mon, I'm getting all tingly..." The digital creature's moans were heavy and airy as he kneaded, mouth-agape, into the orca's head, his cock slightly protruding and receding half an inch or so as he moved. The Digimon didn't even attempt to keep himself quiet as he thrust, cupping the orca's head with his hands as he slid back and humped, kissing his knot to that tight blowhole over and over. For the Digimon, it was unlike anything he'd ever felt before-- after all, he had no memory of the past 2 times-- and that delightfully sickening pleasure, that made his mind foggy with lust, encouraged him to continue to thrust and tug back. There was just enough of a gap for D'Orca to breathe between the moderately thrusting cock and his tongue, and now that the Guilmon had found purchase in his tight hole, he reached his hand down to join the other, idly toying with himself. He grasped a cock in each hand, alternating his strokes like he was milking a cow, and closed his eyes to relish the sensations; that rhythmic thrusting was oddly pleasurable and messaged places he would never hope to reach with his stubby fingers, and with each stroke of his own cocks, his arousal rose.

There was no real telling how close the Guilmon was; this was his third orgasm, but to the Digimon, it was his first, and this was his first real penetration...though there was every possibility he'd experience his 'first time' a lot more in the future. It was obvious he was eager, for his humps and thrusts, intermingled with loud gasps and heavy, animalistic groans, grew faster and faster over time, becoming more and more vigorous and driven by lust. D'Orca could feel the wet and gooey dribbles of pre-cum on his chest, dribbling down his stomach, and he couldn't resist reaching out to scoop some with his finger to lubricate himself, stroking faster and faster.

"Oooh, it feels so good...I think something's coming, D'Orca-mon..." Guilmon growled under his breath as he spoke and a tickle of desire ran up the 12-year-old's spine in response. The Digimon lapsed into loud huffs and moans as he started to grind and move faster and faster, his hands gripping firmly as the lewd sounds of their peculiar sex became more and more audible, bouncing around the room. It didn't take long for the Guilmon to rapidly speed up into quick and simple humps, and in turn, D'Orca idly stroked himself, squirming his legs as he struggled to stay still. There was a clear and obvious point where the Guilmon's tone changed and his movements faltered; his groans of passion shifted into fervent little grunts, subtly restrained yet dripping with bliss. Thankfully, his exotic knot was simply far too thick to push further into the boy's blowhole, and at the end that didn't matter; the Guilmon's vivid, groaning shudder confirmed that something was coming.

"I-It's...! Aaah...!" After a long and tender sigh from the reptile, D'Orca saw it; as he opened his eyes, he saw the streak of off-white cum splattering forwards at the bottom of his vision, and he shifted his head ever so slightly so that his gaze could reach the floor. A trickle of desire ran up his spine when he saw the arc of cum staining the carpet in a messy fashion, and after barely half a breath, another splattering arc joined the first, at a slightly different angle. As D'Orca watched the Guilmon cum through his blowhole, his own pleasure rose, and with a curl of his toes and a grunt, his own gooey seed joined the Digimon's own on the carpeted floor.

The two of them panted with exhaustion and pleasure; to the reptile, it was his first time, but D'Orca had already cum twice and pleasured his friend three times. Guilmon clearly didn't want to move and relished that snug, warm feeling around his member, but when the 12-year-old squirmed slightly, the Digimon instinctively pulled back. The feeling of that ridged, exotically-shaped member sliding back out of his blowhole was a peculiar feeling, especially as the cub sat in a weird, post-nut haze. When it withdrew from him completely, he felt a little dazed and light-headed, but it quickly faded. The salty taste on his tongue, the last remnants of the Digimon's orgasm, were quickly and readily gulped down. He leant forwards as the Digimon flopped back, and as the orca rolled to the side, he caught the glint of his phone light on the carpet.

"Guilmon tired..." The reptile mumbled, his eyes glazing over slightly as his eyelids drooped. D'Orca's gaze trailed across him and down to his crotch, slowly taking in the sight of the mess the Digimon had made, before he looked down to the couch and then eventually to the floor, where the splatters of seed messed up the carpet as much as the couch. He couldn't help but smirk as his hand trailed over to his phone once more.

How many more rounds could they go? 2? 3? By the time D'Orca was done with the Guilmon, he will have had his fill...and, somewhere along the way, he might just stop resetting his memory entirely...