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So, I’m doing a little series involving my three favorite Digimon, ExVeemon, Guilmon, and Agumon (previous pieces here and here). Unfortunately, I’m just kinda making each scene on the fly, so the order they’re in is really TBD. ^^; That’s also why I decided to even up the sizes and let XV de-Digivolve for a bit! Turns out Veemon is VERY popular, so this one won my Patreon poll the moment it appeared! And you know what? That’s awesome, because Veemon is a sexy little fucker. XD
In the description for the last piece, Veemon and Agumon confessed to each other how cute that new red Digimon’s, er… “simplicity” is! Which lead to admitting that his limited intelligence makes him even more attractive… which lead to them planning on turning him into their own, as they said, “personal dumb digislut”!
And it seems like they succeeded.
“How’d you talk Guilmon into messing around with you?” Agumon inquires, reconvening with Veemon after their initial trysts with their new comrade.
“Heh, talk?! HA! There literally wasn’t any talking required! You’ve seen how much that big dummy loves games, so get this: I told him we’d play a game called ‘Mufflebutt’, the goal being to keep me quiet by smothering my face with his backside until I give up!” says Veemon, cock already rising as he recalls the experience.
“Oh! Brilliant!” says Agumon, his own member responding in kind.
“Yeah! I wanted to take advantage of that huge feral rump he’s got! He kept pressing his crotch and ass down on my face, laughing like some stupid kid while my nose and mouth were just DROWNING in his backend sweat! Remember what I said his junk smelled like while walking behind him? Like fish pre or something like that?” says Veemon, gleefully assuming Agumon’s foreclaw wandering between his legs to pleasure himself as a cue to proceed, “Let’s just say I was moaning so loud into his ass, the fucking moron kept going ‘I’m winning! Guilmon’s winning Mufflebutt!’”
“Oh, you’re devious, Vee! De-VEE-ous!” quips Agumon, grinning from end to end of his snout as his phallus sliding through the thick of his palm already produces squishes that only gets Veemon’s cock oozing from its narrow foreskin.
“You know it!” Veemon says, jabbing his thumb into his chest proudly. “And get this. He’s so stupid, Guilmon saw a dog on the way back and asked if he should try playing Mufflebutt with it!”
“And? And?!” Agumon asks urgently, humping into his own claw.
“Of course I told him to do it! And he DID!” says Veemon triumphantly as Agumon bites his lower lip and lets out a moaning grunt, a bead of his own pre leaking out of the opposite side of his clenched hand.
“Oh boy, would I LOVE to see that big dino dingus trying to sit on some stray dog’s face!” says Agumon.
“You might get the chance! The dumbass-saur’s been grinding his junk against everyone, thinking that’s how he gets people to play with him!” Veemon’s following laugh is one that is certainly pleased with his handiwork. “So, have you fucked around with Guilmon at all?”
“I sure did!” says Agumon, taking a reprieve from rubbing himself to lick his own clear leakage from between his fingers before wrapping them back around his pecker to resume the squishing over again. “I taught that imbecile the ‘dangly dance!’”
“Oh, this is gonna be good! C’mon. Rub it with me while you explain.” Veemon says as he steps up to Agumon and presses their two penises together, which the two of them take to stroking in tandem like handshaking a pair of hot dogs before continuing.
“So, I said the ‘dangly dance’ is just swinging his butt around a lot when he gets hard, see? But I told him the main point of it is to splash as much of his own pre onto himself as he can just by flinging his dick! So now he struts and stomps around whenever he gets a boner, making a mess all over himself!” says Agumon, trying to coat his and Veemon’s entire genital region with their combined leakage.
“That actually sounds pretty sexy!” says Veemon, gently bucking his fluid-spitting malehood against Agumon’s in their clasped hands. "I love watching cocks bounce around all stiff and drippy like that!"
“Oh, but you haven’t heard the best part! Get this,” says Agumon, matching Veemon’s thrusting with his own in opposite directions to create friction amid the layer of slime between their two engorged cocks, “I told the dope that smelling like dick is a display of strength for Digimon so that he should leave all that cock juice on himself and never wash it off! And the more it smells, the more fearsome you are to your opponents!”
“Is THAT why Guilmon stinks so bad now?!” says Veemon with a lively guffaw as Agumon nods, “That’s GENIUS! What a fucking idiot! They’ve been trying to get him out of the house 'cause he smells so gross!”
“Mmh! Just means more opportunities for us to screw with him!” says Agumon, his head rolling back and his eyes fluttering shut as that familiar rumbling of pleasure boils in his loins. “I’m… I’m about to cum, Vee…”
“Me too… Just think of our braindead fuckpet and all the ways we’re gonna ruin him,” Veemon huffs as he and his partner in crime pump fists and hips, their encroaching orgasms providing fine fuel with which to enkindle their salacious scheming.
And it only got easier from there. From getting Guilmon to think being fisted daily is how he prevents getting lost so anyone can follow the trail of constant leakage dripping from his overstretched asshole, to teaching him that drinking urine from himself or others is the right thing to do because otherwise it’s “wasting food.” So now you know what to do if Guilmon rushes up to you, gets on all fours, and presents you with either his wide-open mouth or his wiggling tush! But by that token, you may also find him bouncing his ass up and down on a traffic cone as deep as his rectum can accommodate its expanding girth out in broad daylight. Or wandering into a public restroom, dipping his snout in the most filth-clogged urinal, and proceeding to guzzle down the cloudy, ochre-colored fluid AND the sediment of sludge at the bottom in big, hearty gulps.
Poor Guilmon. You never stood a chance.
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