“Now, though many of you may still be too young, soon some of you may go through something called puberty – and some of you may already be experiencing it! It's nothing to be afraid of or embarassed about. It's something all boys and girls your age go through. You may experience changes in your body, or strange new urges. All this is natural.”

The classroom was uncomfortably still and quiet as the guest speaker spoke to the children about sex. Even the homeroom teacher shifted awkwardly in his chair in the back of the class as this smiling woman continued her lecture about puberty and sexual awakening. As the clock ticked closer to the end of the period, the speaker began to wrap up her lecture.

“Exploration and experimentation is fine and even encouraged, but please remember – if you have a partner, they must be someone who trusts you and who you trust as well. And you must never abuse that trust. That can mean all the difference between a happy, healthy relationship, or a ruined friendship.”

Suddenly, the bell rang and the homeroom teacher quickly stood up, the chair squeaking behind him as he declared, louder than he intended, “Class is dismissed! Tomorrow we'll resume regular lessons! Everyone thank Mrs. Homura for the lesson.” The students all stood and bowed to the woman at the front of the class, who smiled back at them, responding cheerfully, “I'll be back next week to talk about protection and pregnancy!”

The teacher did his best to smile approvingly as the children all filed out of the classroom. Finally, as the last student left, he sighed and slumped back in his chair. He looked up at the lecturer, “How can you seem so calm while talking to kids about all this stuff?”

Mrs. Homura simply shrugged and leaned back against the desk. “If we don't teach 'em here, they'll learn it from the internet. Think about that.” 

The man paused for a moment, then shrugged. She glared at him then, “Would you let your daughter marry a man who learned everything from Pornhub?” He winced and shook his head. “My god, you're right,” he muttered. “You're right...”

~

Wild thoughts spiraled through Takato's head on his walk through the hallways and out of school. He'd begun having weird thoughts and feelings lately, touching himself at night but not knowing what he was doing or why. He had tried to be careful to hide it from everyone, but he couldn't help acting differently whenever he was feeling these strange... urges. He'd even caught Guilmon sniffing at him curiously once while feeling especially pent up.

He shouldered his backpack, holding his school notes, homework, textbooks and a change of clothes. Takato had strapped to the backpack a large, fluffy red sleeping bag, and he carried a large paper bag filled with new breads his family had made. The boy and his digimon partner had been planning a sleepover for a few days, and as his steps brought him closer and closer to the park, his thoughts about what he'd learned and about his own changing body began to fade. As excitement filled his small body, he broke into a jog and then a fast sprint, ready to see his best friend again. He grinned as he finally spotted the stone shed with the gated front just partway up the path ahead. 

Guilmon had been spending the day in his park hideout sleeping in, napping, snoozing a bit, and also digging out a nice little warm sleeping spot for the two of them in the exposed earth. Guilmon had wanted his tamer to have a 'sleepover' with him ever since Takato had mentioned going to one a few days ago, and the boy was finally able to come up with an alabi to leave the house for the night. 

And so he'd been excited for the boy to come over all day. He would hum weird made up songs as he smoothed and patted out a shallow but snug little basin in the warm earth, smiling as he thought about his tamer sleeping alongside him all night. Something about that felt comforting and natural to him. 

And so, when Guilmon smelled his tamer approaching, only a couple of minutes away, he started to bound toward the entrance to his little den, but quickly stopped himself, remembering that he shouldn't make a scene out in the open. He instead went about fretting over the place, rushing about and swiping his claws at perceived sleights in the appearance of the busted up stone room full dirt and dust. 

Finally, he heard the gate open and turned to face the door, tail wagging as Takato emerged through the doorway, the bright smile on his face only mirroring his own. Takato could barely drop his bags before he was tackled against the wall by the heavy red lizard licking at his face. Takato had to brace himself to keep the excited digimon from pinning him down, but he couldn't stop laughing at the slobbery affection. Within seconds, it turned into a wrestling match, with Takato pushing back against the wall with one foot to push up against Guilmon, making the reptile lose his footing and fall back. The two laughed and rolled around for a bit until they finally sat up and dusted themselves off.

“Takatomon's clothes got all dirty,” the lizard cooed. “Guilmon not need clothes, why Takamon does?” The tamer didn't really respond, simply blushing slightly as he continued dusting off his shirt.

“Oh!” Takato piped up after sitting down to untie his shoes. “There's some bread in the bag by the door for you! One of them's a new recipe, I think you'll like it!” He poured the dust out of his shoes as he spoke. “Dig in, if you're hungry!”

Guilmon's ears perked up at the word bread, and in a moment he was gone from Takato's sight. The boy chuckled, stuffing his socks into his shoes and setting them down against the nearby wall. This was going to be a fun night, he thought as he stood up and stretched. He turned around to see if his partner was enjoying the bread, then froze as he saw the digimon kneeling down with a detailed picture diagram spread out on the stone floor in front of him. The top read in big letters, “The Male Genitalia”.

“Guilmon what are you-” Guilmon simply looked back up and smiled playfully at his tamer, then flipped the page over, which showed a rather clinical looking picture of a man and a woman in the strictly sterile act of coitus. Still, it looked outlandish to the digimon, and he studied the imagine closely all to Takato's growing embarrassment. “This mon shaped sorta lika Takatomon and other tamers. Does Takamon have other parts Guilmon not seen?”

The boy's chest fluttered weirdly. He felt a heavy pulling in his gut, but also a strange stirring within him he hadn't wanted to address. Still, as the moment dragged on, his mind wandered a bit more. And as the digimon continued to study the picture with almost childish interest, something the woman in his class today said echoed in his mind again. Something about exploring his urges with a partner – someone he trusted.

Finally, after a few moments, he swallowed to wet his dry throat then spoke up meekly. “M-maybe I don't... Need my clothes right now.”

Guilmon perked up his ears for a moment, then grinned, the perplexing diagram suddenly forgotten and discarded. “Guilmon always thought that!” A strange feeling of relief rippled through the boy as Guilmon was so cavalier about most socially taboo things, though he couldn't have expected much different. The digimon approached him. “Takatomon is tough like Guilmon! Doesn't need clothes!” And with that, unbidden, the digimon carefully, but quickly, hooked his claws under the boy's shirt and began to lift.

“Wh-whoah!” Takato yelped as the reptile began stripping him, which didn't stop Guilmon as he pulled the shirt up over the boy's head, the tamer finally relenting to his partner and lifting his arms to make it easier. “I didn't say to strip me naked right away!” Takato huffed. Guilmon was clearly feeling playful, and didn't stop as he began to fiddle with the boy's zipper. “Said need no clothes! Guilmon help Takatomon out of clothes!” Still, he fumbled with the button with those long, fiddly claws of his.

Despite his nerves, Takato chuckled at his partner's clumsy attempt, pushing his claws aside and undoing his belt, button and zipper. He paused there, then decided to leave the rest for his partner to enjoy. As Guilmon pulled down his pants, Takato sat down and assisted the digimon in taking off his shoes and socks. He stood back up and stepped out of the pants with one foot, using the other to kick them into the corner near the door. He walked over to his shirt and did the same with it before turning and looking at Guilmon, dressed only in his goggles and a pair of white briefs. There was a bulge there, showing his excitement had been building since he arrived.

Guilmon stared at it for a few moments before dropping down to all fours and approaching it nose first, sniffing fervently. “Takamon!” he whispered, “Something weird! Hiding in underclothes! This is what was in weird picture?” Takato backed up just a bit as the red lizard crawled toward his hardon, unsure of where this was going, his heart pumping wildly in his chest. “Gu-Guilmon stop! There's nothing hiding! It's just...” He held out a hand to stop Guilmon before hooking his thumbs under the waist band, then pushed them down past his knees, letting them drop around his narrow ankles and slowly standing up. The young tamer was finally fully revealed to his naive digimon partner, that surprisingly eager, yet developing young cock twitching and bobbing in front of him.

The boy gulped audibly before finally going into the new thing he'd learned at school today. “Wh-when a boy gets to be old enough, his penis will sometimes get like this. It-it's hard and it... it feels like I need to rub it on something... Apparently if you... do it right, or-or,” he paused and locked eyes with Guilmon for the first time since starting this train of thought, “...or with a partner, it's supposed to feel really good – and then something called an orgasm happens at the end.”

Guilmon sat crouched in rapt attention, his gaze darting from Takato's eyes to his prick and back to his eyes over and over again. He tilted his head sideways before chirping, “Penis?” Takato looked down in disbelief at his naive partner, then gestured toward his boyish prick, “This is a penis! All boys have one.” 

Guilmon took a moment, then nodded like he finally got it. Finally, he grinned, “Sounds like lotsa fun!” Guilmon reached out once more, this time with one clawed hand, and Takato backed up again. “No wait wait wait! Let's uh... Take this slow.” He sat down and spread his legs a bit, then looked down at his own naked body for a few moments to just think. Guilmon sat patiently right in front of him, clearly eager to do something, anything with his partner. The digimon was just ready to have some fun, and clearly was excited to play with him. The eagerness and playfulness of his partner caused a pleasurable shiver to course up his spine for a moment before he let himself calm down. “Guilmon, can you lick me?”

Guilmon looked up at Takato curiously for a moment, then laughed warmly, “Takamon is being silly!” And without hesitation, the playful red lizard came in close and embraced the boy in a hug, licking affectionately at his tamer's face and neck. The human giggled and wriggled against him, “Guilmon, that tickles!” but the digimon continued playing, dipping lower as he slathered the boy's chest and belly with that long, flat and warm tongue. At this, Takato stopped laughing and started feeling a strange warmth in him. He let out a quick moan as he felt that wet, lightly textured tongue press and rub against either of his nipples. This made the digimon curious, and he gave it a few more tries on each of his tamer's sensitive nipples, then finally dipped down along his soft belly. This caused Takato to break out into one more brief giggling fit before he finally felt something he had only imagined for the first time earlier that day. The feeling of that broad, flat and warm tongue slathering heavily along the underside of his cock, pressing up wet and warm against his belly was enough to cause the boy to seize up and gasp in surprise.

Finally at that, Guilmon stopped licking, looking back up with worry at Takato. After a few seconds, the boy remembered how to breath, taking a few short breaths before looking back down at his digimon - “It's fine, Guilmon... That was... Just keep doing that, buddy.” He smiled at his friend and partner, patting the lizard affectionately right between his long ears. The digimon's tail began to wag a bit as he smiled back and went right back to work. He would extend his whole tongue so the wide, flat base of it would press Takato's whole shaft and smooth ballsack flush against his body, licking slowly upward as he stroked every inch of his that cock with the full length of his long and dextrous tongue.

It didn't take long for Takato to reach his limit like this. He'd never felt any pleasure like this before and before he knew it, he was losing control. He was afraid for a moment as he felt like he was going to pass out, or pee, or die, and before he could say anything his toes clenched, his back arched, and he let out a thin rope of white cum, spurting upward and tracing across his belly. Noticing that, Guilmon's curiosity was peaked. “Taka's... milk?” He lapped at the boy's still twitching cocktip as another dollop coated his tongue. He then took the whole length of Takato's cock carefully into his maw, his tongue snaking out to lap against that smooth ballsack, all the while Takato moaned loudly as he released his first ever orgasm into his digimon's warm, wet mouth. Takato's whole body hugged around Guilmon's broad head as he released spurt after spurt of his first climax.

Finally, after it tapered off, he could still feel the digimon's tongue lapping playfully against his sensitive cock, and he laughed, patting against Guilmon's head, “Okay, now that tickles! St-stop it!” he spurted, pushing against his shoulders until the lizard finally relented, giggling triumphantly. “Guilmon won Takatomon's game!”

Takato giggled, before looking down at his still half-hard and twitching cock, red and shimmering with his partner's saliva. He realized he was breathing heavily, and his heart was still pounding, but a calming warmth had also begun to spread across his body after his powerful climax, and the feeling of relief that he still felt the same about his friend. “Guilmon,” he breathed, “That was awesome.” Guilmon smiled at that and leaned in again, “Play again?” he began to lick once more, causing Takato to giggle and push him away, “N-not right now! It's too sensitive or something,” he sat back up and rubbed at the digimon's head affectionately before starting in on his next thought, “Hey, Guil, you're a boy too right?”

The lizard looked up at him quizzically, “Guilmon is a boy like Takatomon – Taka knows that!”

Takato hummed thoughtfully for a moment, “Then, do you have...” 

Guilmon interrupted his thought when he looked over his tamer's shoulder at the doorway and spoke, “Sun is almost gone.” Takato turned and looked at the doorway, just seeing the sun beginning to set behind the nearby trees. He got up and crawled closer to the door, once again very aware of how naked he was. He knew how rare it was for anyone to walk through this part of the park, but this felt different – like he knew he was doing something he wasn't supposed to. And despite how intense that was, it was somehow a little thrilling too. He reached the door, peaking out through the side to scope out the area, seeing no one around. He then reached into his nearby backpack and pulled out the lock from his school locker, stepping out to lock the gate just outside. It wasn't much, but he felt more secure that way. As he stood out against the fresh evening breeze, he shivered for a moment as he felt something he'd never felt before. Like tonight was the start of something new.

He lingered for a few moments, basking in the strange openness he felt standing there in the nude, watching the sun dissappear behind the trees, until he heard a sudden buzz and a nearby park lamp flickered on brightly, and then another further down the path. He quickly turned back to the door, and as he stepped back inside, he hoped he wouldn't get into too much trouble for leaving a note at home simply saying he was staying at a friend's place for the weekend. He figured he'd come up with the details before he came back.

Walked back in through the door, he grabbed his sleeping bag and brought it out into the center of the room. At that, Guilmon's ears perked up and he hopped over to the hole he'd dug. “Guilmon made a bed for the sleepover!” Takato looked at the shallow impression dug nearby, very dimly bathed in the pale light from the outside park lamp. It looked surprisingly smooth despite just being fresh earth dug through stone. Takato unrolled the sleeping bag and spread it over the “bed” Guilmon had dug. It made a nice, round, almost nest shape which Guilmon eagerly jumped into, smoothing it out as he crawed in a circle around it. “Nice! Good soft stuff for the bed.”

Takato grinned at the surprisingly adorable display before crawling in himself. The space was actually pretty roomy, the extra cushiony sleeping bag giving the gentle curve an almost hammock-like feeling, but warmer, especially with the warmth of Guilmon pressing up against his own naked body. Within moments, Takato's mind was already surging right back into his curious urges. He wanted to learn a little more, and he had his partner here to help him. “Guilmon... Do you have a penis?”

Guilmon was busy wriggling against the cushioning, spreading it out just how he liked it before he raised his head in response. “A penis... Like Takatomon's penis?” The digimon shifted around, laying on his back, facing his tamer. He looked down and seemed lost in thought. Takato was perplexed as to why the digimon would know so little about his own body. Then, of course, he couldn't remember a time that Guilmon ever had to use the restroom. 

Then he began to consider, “Maybe since you just came from one of my drawings, you don't have all the... extra junk.” He turned around into a position alongside the digimon, trying his best to ignore his own rock-hard cock pressing against the reptile's thigh as he began to reach over with one arm, stroking down that soft, yet faintly scaly belly, reaching lower over his crotch. Other that feeling mostly smooth down there, the boy was surprised how warm Guilmon's groin was.

“T-taka... mon.” Takato looked up at the lizard's entranced face. He leaned in closer“You alright, buddy?”

“Feels... weird.” The digimon huffed, his breath coming a bit heavier. Takato smiled, continuing to rub and squeeze at the lizard's warm, softscaled crotch. After a few moments, he felt something. “Is that... Guilmon, what's this?” His fingers felt along a wet line across the lizard's white groin, feeling a soft lip in those scales. He leaned down to look closer, seeing what wasn't as obvious before – a vertical slit in the reptile's scales, glistening wet with a sticky liquid.

Takato stared perplexed before sputtering, “Guilmon, are you a girl?”

Guilmon wasn't listening however, his eyes hazing over as his breathing grew still heavier. Even without the boy rubbing against his moistening slit, this new feeling grew inside him, and a pressure built in his burning loins. In the next moment, that slit began to bulge outward slightly around something, and then spread apart to make way for a slowly emerging, twitching, wet, pink tip. It grew slowly at first, then with another twitch, grew another couple of inches. Takato watched in surprise and awe as his digimon partner's cock grew upward and outward with each passing second, it's girth tapering wider and wider at the base. The shaft was tapered to a soft point at the tip, widening along the way down, with soft-looking ridges along either side near the finally-emerging base, which bulged suddenly wider just before disappearing beneath Guilmon's slit.

“It's... so big.” It was the only thing Takato could think to say as he absentmindedly grasped at the base with his hand. He paused then, realizing the girth of it as he could barely close his fingers halfway around it's thickness. His mind rushed with a million images, but all he could see was that this was clearly not a cock meant for any sort of human.

“Takatomon... Touch feels good.” Guilmon moaned softly, a strange haze over the lizard's eyes. Takato grinned, “I bet it does,” he chuckled as he shifted around, this time crawling between those black and red scaled thighs and began to massage the full length, starting at that thick base. He marveled at how thick it was, needing to use both hands to encircle it. And the strength of each pulsating twitch surprised him every time. He trailed his fingers upward along the sides, feeling those ridges against his fingers, stroking at them as he realized they were firmer than they looked. And finally, he trailed his thumb and forefinger of one hand upward along the top and bottom of that squishy, tapered tip, before squeezing playfully at the end. That elicited and ship inhale from the rookie digimon. “Did that hurt?” Takato asked, to which the lizard slowly shook his head.

“Can Takatomon... Lick Guilmon?”

Takato chuckled in response, then paused for a moment. He had never expected this, despite putting his partner through that same position earlier. And in that moment, he felt the same eagerness that Guilmon had felt before, crawling closer and stroking that cock with both hands while licking and sucking on that soft, sensitive tip. It was a weird sensation, taking the inhuman cocktip past his lips and suckling on it. He lathered it with his tongue and pull at it with his lips, feeling that cock pulsate harder for a moment and fill his mouth with a spurt of a warm, thick liquid. He pulled his mouth off and tried to swallow it, struggling to gulp down the thick, sticky juice. It tasted salty, but it was clear. It wiped away cleanly as he wiped at his dribbling lips and chin with one arm. “Was that...” He wondered if that was the same... finish he had felt earlier, but as he stopped, he heard a needful whine come from his partner.

“Wh-why Takatomon stop?” Guilmon looked down with sudden lucidity at the boy, his eyes wide in surprise as if he was just shaken out of a trance. For a moment, the boy looked down at his own twitching cock which had begun leaking the same clear fluid he had been dribbling before. Could that be what this was? It was so much different. 

The digimon patted against the back of Takato's head, as if encouraging him to continue what he was doing. The boy simply squeezed the lizard's cock with both hands and obliged, he began licking along the length of the cock, from base to tip, as he massaged and teased along those ridges. As he did, that thick cock continued to pulsate and drool more of that sticky clear stuff, which the boy would lap up eagerly, quickly realizing he kindof enjoyed the warm, salty taste, and how it clung to his throat with every gulp. Before long, Takato once more spread his lips around that tapered cocktip, and began attempting to swallow more. He felt that soft tip press against the entrance to his throat, and his gag reflex kicked in, telling him to stop. He tried over and over again, bobbing his head on the head of that inhuman shaft, continually struggling to swallow the thick spurts of the digimon's pre. Finally, as the boy was ready to give up fighting his natural gag reflex, Guilmon's newly-awoken desire took hold and he pressed his paws back against the back of his tamer's head, holding him there, then beginning to push down.

Takato didn't do much at first, but as he felt that tip begin to force itself down his throat, he panicked a bit, wriggling and patting at his partner's thighs. It was another tense second or two, as the boy began to feel his throat start to stretch around that invading shaft, before Guilmon snapped out of it, pulling back and giving Takato a chance to breath. The boy coughed a bit, wiping his chin once more as the lizard fretted over him, looking more frightened and worried than his tamer had seen him in a while.

“Guilmon hurt Takatomon! Is so sorry – don't know what happened! Guilmon could not stop – felt so good...” Takato finally swallowed one lingering dollop of the lizard's thick pre, taking another few deep breaths to refill his lungs before plopping his head down to rest against his digimon partner's thigh. “It's okay, Guilmon. You got excited. I... I kinda did too.” He looked up and, to the lizard's surprise, began lapping at the base of that monster cock again. The boy spoke again, “I... wanna try again, just... Go easier.”

Guilmon didn't know how to respond, simply staring down blankly at his tamer, until he once more wrapped his lips around that cocktip and began to suck on what little he could fit in his mouth. Then, with one hand, he guided one of the lizard's clawed hands to the back of his head, somewhat grinning at the edge of his lips to encourage his partner to take over once more.

At first, he didn't reciprocate, but after a moment, Takato felt a firm pressure against his head, urging him downward. He felt that tip prodding at the back of his throat, and did his best to relax as it slid on past, squeezing into his esophagus. Each dollop of that thick pre would fill the boy's throat, coating it in the slick fluid as that cock pushed deeper inward. For a few moments, Takato found that he could still breath fine through his nostrils, but as that shaft stretched and bulged out his throat, he found that even that was cut off. He could feel his lips and jaw stretching wide around that ever thickening base, his lips still only just squeezing around a few of those thick cock ridges. The tamer patted his digimon's thigh and, not a moment later, Guilmon stopped pushing in, and began slowly easing out. The feeling of that thick rod sliding out of his throat, every contour and ridge of that shaft popping and sliding out of his lips, left a warm hole in the boy's chest, which he filled with a deep breath of air, warm from their shared bodyheat, and cool from the night breeze sifting in from outside.

With another pat, the lizard pressed the boy's head down once again, moaning in an almost feral voice as that shaft sunk deep into Takato's tight, inexperienced throat. This continued for some time, Takato occasionally sputtering and coughing around that nearly chocking girth, but he kept trying, attempting to make his throat as tender of a sleeve as possible for his partner's first time. 

After a while of this, the boy's lips were pink and his throat bulged with that pumping cock, still managing to sink about halfway past Takato's lips with each thrust. Finally, something began to happen in Guilmon's body. He began to let out a faint growl. “Taka... Something is coming!” He huffed, feeling the urge to force himself down to the hilt inside whatever hole was squeezing him so snugly, but he stopped himself, feeling the palm of his tamer against his thigh, as he looked down. Takato's eyes were shut tight, tears forming at their edges.

Guilmon intoned weakly, his whole body trembling with need. “Guilmon should stop?”

Takato opened his eyes to look back up into those amber eyes, before simply bobbing his head on more of that length, squeezing with his hands around that thick, pulsating base.

With that Guilmon grunted in relief, pumping his hips up and down, shallowly as he felt himself vaulting over the edge of something he'd never felt before. His body surged and his muscles tightened. He held Takato in place as his cock bulged and exploded, pouring gout after gout of thick, hot digimon seed straight down the boy's throat. It poured and gurgled down into his stomach, urged on by more and more, and still more bursts of the sticky liquid pumped down Takato's already overworked throat. Soon it was too much, clogging up his whole pipe as he pushed the digimon back, attempting to swallow, then simply coughing up what he couldn't, while Guilmon continued to paint his face, chest, hair and much of the sleeping bag with that thick, gooey white seed. It felt unusually warm, and while milky white it had the consistency of thick syrup.

It lasted a bit longer than Takato had imagined, and much longer than his own, but when it was over, the lizard flopped down alongside the boy, nuzzling against him without minding his own sticky cum nearly coating the boy's whole body. He licked at his neck and shoulders, causing the boy to giggle once more.

“Guilmon knew no clothes was good idea!”

Takato fell into another fit of laughter as the lizard held him down and began to give his whole ticklish, wriggling body a tonguebath. Soon after that, the pair fell asleep, wrapped in eachother's arms, sharing their warmth in the dim, pale light of the outside park lamp.

~

The next morning, Takato woke up first, finding himself still wrapped in one of Guilmon's arms. He shifted, momentarily forgetting how heavy his partner was. With a bit of effort, he carefully managed to slip out from under the lizard's grasp without waking him up, and quietly crawl out of their makeshift bed. Standing up, he realized he didn't feel quite as sticky, but it felt like there was a weird, crusty film covering most of his body, and his hair clung together in weird, sticky mats. “Ah jeez, this isn't like gum is it? I hope I don't have to cut my hair,” he grumbled, walking over to his backpack and pulling out a change of clothes. He put them on, despite how grimey he still felt underneath it all. He shook out his hair a bit more before shouldering his bag and looking back at the sleeping Guilmon. He smiled before stepping out the door into the fresh morning air, the sky overcast with clouds. It felt like it might rain later. Takato would make his errand quick. He'd be back that afternoon, and he'd put something new to the test.

When Guilmon finally woke up to find his tamer gone, he panicked for a moment, sniffing the air before calming himself. There were no other scents than Takato's and his own. By now the light of a nearly-noontime sun was washing through the doorway. He looked around the hideout, the only thing left behind by his tamer was the sleeping bag. For a moment, he thought about going looking for him, but thought better of it. He probably had to go back to “skool” or something. He knew he'd be back.

As he waited, he spent his time sniffing around his little den, enjoying the smells that still lingered from the fun they'd had the night before. As he relived those moments, he felt a strange, yet newly-familiar warmth in his loins, and looked down to see that bulging slit once more. He licked his lips as he felt that rapturous need quelling in his chest again.

Takato had nothing but wild and crazy thoughts in his head ever since he woke up that morning, and he was determined to follow through and at least try and see what was possible.

He'd snuck back in at home and slipped into the bathroom before anyone could catch him. He was able to scrub away the sticky grime that he'd been covered in, and after he got dressed and stepped out, he was able to explain to his parents that he was studying for a book report, and came back to look up some stuff.

“They don't have internet over there?” His dad questioned.

“Uh, ours is faster!” He simply retorted before locking himself up in his room. He sat down and rolled up to his computer, powering it on and immediately searching for anything that could give him hope.

“Can a digimon and a human have sex,” was his first search request, which brought up little information, mostly just vaguely related articles about regular sex ed for humans and a few weird joke forums. After a few other searches, “Digimon penis”, “Will a digimon penis fit,” “Having digimon sex,” and finally trying the more clerical “Digimon mating habits,” Takato felt like he was hitting a brick wall. Finally, he noticed a little checkbox near the search bar, which said “Safe Search”. He took a moment to uncheck that, then tried again with his first search.

The results that came back were wildly different than before, with images and paragraphs depicting and describing things bolder than his wildest imaginations. Many of these looked like art, some of it very professional, of various digimon in all sorts of wild positions with their human tamers. He recognized some of them, like Matt from the first series being held tightly by his weregarurumon, a thick looking canine shaft almost entirely buried into the boy's butt, except for a thick ball-like bulge at its base. Another showed another character, the young boy with a bowlcut, Cody, leaning down to suck at Armadillomon's bulbous, leaking erection. Still another showed Davis leaning over Veemon, spreading the rookie digimon's legs wide as he pushed his boyish member into a tight looking entrance under the smaller reptile's tail. And still there were more; TK seemingly floating in some clouds holding his own legs apart with Angemon's face buried between the boy's buttcheeks, Izzy's stomache bulging obscenely around Kabuterimon's alien-like segmented shaft while flying over the city, even one of Tai looking like he was in ecstasy as Agumon plowed his surprisingly long tapered member into him. 

Takato had been a fan of the show since it first aired, which is partly why the first day he met Guilmon felt like the best day of his life. But still, he'd never known there were other fans of the show who had these thoughts about some of his favorite characters. “Oh wow...” Takato muttered, swallowing finally as he realized how dry his throat had gotten. It wasn't exactly scientific, but if this many people loved the idea, how bad could it be?

Feeling somehow less crazy about these thoughts he was having, with a new desire and resolve building in his chest, Takato discreetly printed out a couple of the images and threw them hastily into his backpack before rushing out the door of his room. He shouted quick goodbyes to his family as he dashed to return to his partner. He stopped only to stuff what space was left in his bag with various breads from his family's bread shop.

Guilmon hadn't been as cognizant as the day before, his mind lost in a world of strange desire and pleasure. He lay on his side in the small dugout bed he had shared with Takato just the night before, head tilted downward as low as it could go, long tongue snaking out to twist around his long erection. His chest and muzzle was coated with traces of his pre as it continued to gush along his tongue and continue to ruin Takato's sleeping bag.

The tamer stood in the door, eyes wide and mouth agape. He stared in awe and rapidly growing arousal at the sight of his partner's beautiful, powerful body, pleasuring himself so boldly right in front of him. Takato's breath hitched in his throat for a moment, rain beginning to fall softly behind him just outside as he took in the incredible image.

Finally, Guilmon's senses picked up his tamer and without missing a beat, he lifted up his head and grinned playfully at Takato. “Takatomon is back! Guilmon missed!” He bounded effortlessly out of the bed and pounced at the boy, who had only just stepped through the door. The two fell to the stone floor, just outside the doorway, with the exuberant digimon licking his tongue all over the boy's face, while Takato could barely bring himself to wrestle back with the taste and smell of his partner's precum slicking that tongue. Also, he then felt that hard, leaking cocktip pressing firmly against his belly, and he could no longer contain himself. 

“Guilmon, I missed you a lot too!” He grinned, giggling at his friend's continued, affectionate licking. “Now get off me, I got something new we should try!”

“Oh! A new fun game? Like last time?” The reptile piped up. Takato nodded enthusiastically, even playfully pinching at his partner's squishy, tapered cocktip, and Guilmon hopped up, an eager grin on his face. “Guilmon liked that! Make bed up nice!” He bounded back inside, going about attempting to re-fluff the now very crusty and sticky sleeping bag in the dugout bed. Meanwhile, Takato looked back out along the pathway outside the shed. He wanted to make sure no one had seen him and a red lizard monster laying together like that out in the open. Still, another part of him got a strangely thrilling heart flutter at the idea of that even being a possibility.

He locked the gate like he had the night before, confident that the coast was clear, then turned and walked back into the den. Seeing his partner plopped down in their cushioned bed in front of him, waiting for him with an eager grin and and proud erection, Takato's heart pounded in his chest. He grinned at Guilmon, “Wait til you see this, buddy!” He took off his backpack, setting it by the door and unzipping it. He siphoned through the contents, pulling out loaves of bread and pastries, tossing them all behind him, pulling out a change of clothes and tossing them lazily in the nearby corner, not caring if they get dusty or dirty, then finally pulled out the pictures he'd printed out. “Check these out, Guilmon! This is the kinda stuff I wanna try!” He handed the pictures to Guilmon, undressing while the reptile looked them over curiously, turning them every which way until he finally grasped what he was seeing. “All these 'mons! What are they doing?”

“It's called sex,” Takato said as he wrestled with his shirt halfway over his head. He finally tossed it aside and fixed his goggles before sitting down to undo his shoes. “I think that digimon and tamers can do it, and I wanna try!”

Guilmon looked at the boy for a moment, then back to one of the pictures of Agumon and Tai, and he scratched idly at his head. “How does it work?”

Takato pulled his underwear and pants down in one movement, kicking them somewhere out of the way, he didn't care, as he crawled into the bed he would be sharing with his partner. “I'll show you,” he whispered as he began to stroke along the digimon's cock like he had the night before. Guilmon quickly fell into a rapturous state of pleasure, and as his tamer began to guide him into a new position, he simply moved how he was bidden, cooing as the boy would rub and grip his length just so. Before long, Takato had his partner crouched on his belly, claws and chin resting on the edge of their shared bed. He guided his partner into widening his thighs a bit, then paused as he looked up at his prize. Just under the thick base of that long, slowly wagging tail, waited a small, unassuming little dimple in that soft-scaled flesh. 

“This might feel weird,” the boy tipped his friend before sliding up a hand along Guilmon's thigh and gently traced his fingers along that small hole, which he rapidly began to picture as his partner's entrance. It was so warm and squishy as he gently pressed and prodded at it. Though Guilmon had twitched a bit at the first touch, he began to hum gently as his tamer explored his tailhole. “Takatomon touching a weird place – this is sex?” he turned his head to look sideways as the boy with one eye. His partner simply smiled back at him. “It will be once I get you ready.” The wheels in the boy's head had been spinning ever since he first saw those pictures online, and his newly-widened imagination was able to put a lot of pieces together. He licked his lips as he leaned in and began to eagerly and clumsily lick at his digimon's ass.

This felt a bit weirder than the finger, and Guilmon let out a surprised yelp, his body lurching forward a bit as he felt that small, but warm and wet tongue lapping at his rear hole. As he felt his tamer's enthusiasm bathing that tight ring of scaley flesh, it wasn't long before he began to let out a low moan. There was something simultaneously relaxing and thrill about what his partner was doing to him. It felt so new and exciting, like the games they'd played the night before, but this felt different – more intimate. His tail swayed slowly over Takato's head as the boy continued to lick deeper and deeper into that narrow crevice. Takato was surprised that it didn't taste as bad as he'd expected, instead it was just really warm and a bit salty. After a few moments of this, the boy's urges began to take over his actions and he buried his tongue into that warm passage. As Guilmon's moans grew louder, Takato pushed his tongue in and out as deep as the small muscle could reach. It felt somewhat squishier than he imagined, and way warmer.

Finally, the boy pulled away, panting a bit and smiling with mounting need. “Alright Guilmon, I think this next part is gonna be a lot of fun! This part is called sex!” And as the tamer stood up and wrapped his arms around that thick tailbase, the digimon braced himself, tail lifted high and claws clenching into the dirt in excitement. As Takato's boyprick entered him, for a moment, Guilmon thought the boy had begun licking inside him again. But he still felt those arms around his tail, and that small body pressed up behind his. It took him a moment to realize what it was. “Is that... Takatomon's penis?”

Behind his partner, Takato's whole body was frozen still, his arms clinging tightly to that tail as his breath hitched in his throat. The moment he felt his penis slide through that tight ring of slick scaley flesh, and slide inside his partner's warm, snug passage he felt himself already on the edge of that finishing feeling he'd felt last night.

“Takatomon is alright?” Guilmon turned again to look worryingly at his partner. Takato simply huffed, “D-don't move for a minute, buddy. Let me... just stay like this for a bit.” Guilmon looked worried for a moment, but when he saw Takato close his eyes and cuddle closer to his tail, he simply hummed to himself and rested his chin on his paws. Takato breathed slowly, focusing on the feeling of being inside his partner and best friend. It was incredible feeling the intense warmth and snug tightness, accompanied by the minute feelings of every small movement the reptile made. He could even feel the faint pulsing of Guilmon's pulse through his cock. “You feel so good, Guilmon,” he moaned softly.

Then, he began to move. He pulled his hips back slowly and let out a whimper as he pushed in again. He was able to work himself into a slow pattern, and before long he was pushing in harder and harder. Guilmon's breathing came heavier as it felt like his partner was trying to push deeper and deeper into him. Takato huffed as he slapped his hips forward at different angles, hugging his body flush with Guilmon's and pounding forward as hard as he possibly could with Guilmon's name on every one of his gasping breaths. 

The digimon was enjoying it, though he felt like he was just on the verge of feeling pleasure. It was like there was a spot just a bit further inside of him, and if Takato could just reach a bit deeper, something great might happen. It was just enough to keep the digimon pushing his hips back against every one of the boy's eager thrusts.

It didn't take long like this for the young tamer to reach that familiar peak. “G-Guilmon, it's coming...” Guilmon looked back and simply chirped, “Something coming?” The boy didn't respond, simply whimpering softly as he quickly pushed hard up into Guilmon's warm rump, pumping his hips shallowly as his small boyprick spasmed over and over. His developing testicles pumped a smal yet thick load into his partner's soft, tight tailhole. The orgasm lasted all but a few seconds, but the boy relished it like it was an eternity. A few moments later, he pulled out and rolled onto his back, breathing heavily and staring up at the ceiling. Guilmon's large, reptilian head appeared above him, grinning. “Takatomon had lotsandlots of fun! Guilmon can tell!”

Takato chuckled faintly, nodding as he continued trying to catch his breath, basking in the afterglow of his first time. Guilmon dissappeared from his vision and the boy closed his eyes and relaxed. A moment later, his eyes bolted right open as he felt something warm and wet slithering between his rump cheeks. He bolted up, partially sitting as he looked down between his slightly spread legs. Just past the boy's limp cock, idly leaking a small dribble of latent cum on his chest, there bobbed the back of the red lizard's head and those two long ears, the eager digimon repeating Takato's act before of licking at his tailhole. “G-Guilmon... What are you doing?” The boy squealed in surprise.

Guilmon looked up from his work, grinning playfully. “Getting Takatomon ready for sex!” As the digimon ducked his head to return to his work, Takato's heart jumped in his chest. Every boy experiences their first romantic crush differently – some with a glance, some with their first kiss, some after a kind gesture – and for Takato it was as his reptilian best friend announced to him, with that adorable, exciting grin of his, that he was getting him ready for sex.

After a few moments of Guilmon's dextrous tongue sliding between his cheeks, Takato reached behind his thighs and held his legs apart, spreading himself wide for his partner. The redscaled rookie took that opportunity and ran with it, immediately beginning to press the tip of his tongue firmly against the boy's tight, unused sphincter. It felt weird to Takato having something like Guilmon's tongue prodding at him. It felt like the playful digimon might as well be pressing against solid flesh, it seemed like there was no give like there was with Guilmon's.

Takato started to chuckle, “Haha, maybe this won't actually wor-” he yelped mid-sentence as his legs were lifted upward by Guilmon with ease, pulling the boy's rump up closer to the digimon. He buried his muzzle between those cheeks, his skillful tongue pressing and twisting and squeezing against that tight hole as he pulled those hips against him. Takato gasped, his arms swinging down and gripping his sleeping bag, unable to do anything else. “G-Guilmon! Take it easy, buddy!” He couldn't see past his own hips to see his partner's face, but he could surely feel that tongue continuing to prod against him. He simply sighed, allowing his partner to have his fun for a bit, actually enjoying the warm, rubbing sensation against his pucker – something he never felt before. He wondered if it had felt as nice for Guilmon.

Still, as that little bud of muscle got wetter and warmer, that tongue twisted and poked, keenly testing every bit of give it could find in the boy's tight flesh. It was nearly imperceptible at first, but over the course of about a minute and without Takato even noticing, that tongue had manipulated a crucial amount of give at just the right point. With a sudden yelp from his tamer, Guilmon managed to slip the tip of his tongue past that tiny ring, and within a split second had forced several inches of his long tongue into the boy's rectum. Takato clenched his hands into fists around handfuls of his sleeping bag as he gasped out between pulses of painful invasion. “G-Guilmon... Slow down!” But there was no response from the digimon as that slick organ thrust and twisted inside him, gradually pushing deeper into him. The strong sting of his hole being stretched open by force was slowly met by the intense tightness of his insides being filled and explored. As more and more of that tongue was forced into him, his hole was forced wider and wider.

The feeling was too much for the boy to handle. It was frightening and painful, and yet as he looked up he saw his own rigid, twitching cock pointed back at him accusingly, leaking pre along his belly. Every now and then there was something inside him that his partner's tongue would squeeze hard against, causing his whole body to seize up. “Guilmon, it's so much...” he moaned faintly, his mind fuzzing around the tight squirming pain pushing deeper inside of him. It began to be less about the pain, and more about the tightness, pushing and twisting from the inside and pushing him to endure. It was strange, and scary, but as he felt his insides wriggling around that thick invader, he knew he'd accomplished something awesome. All the while, the weather outside had begun building into a storm, muffled thunder rolling in the distance. 

Finally, the next strangest feeling he'd experienced jolted his whole body as that tongue slipped out of him in a second, leaving his newly-discovered passage empty and somewhat agape for just a second. The cool air felt alien against the inside of the boy's rectum for the briefest moment before the muscles of his ring winked shut again. Guilmon gently set the boy's hips back down atop the cushioning of their bed, and Takato sighed. It took him a moment to come back to reality. “Guilmon that was... wild. You went a little crazy there – couldn't you hear me?” Guilmon rose up onto his feet above his partner, licking his tongue over his lips for a moment. “Takatomon said something? So sorry! Guilmon was having fun – felt inside Takamon nice and deep.”  He moaned, then smiled down at his partner. “And now Takatomon is all ready!”

Takato hesitated. “I dunno... I mean, your tongue is one thing... And that was really scary on it's own – but, your... uh, your penis is something different.” As Takato was talking, Guilmon had already begun crouching down so his hips were between the boy's legs. He parted Takato's legs and pressed his cock down between them. Takato's voice got a little more panicked as he fully realized the size of the virus digimon's monstrous cock alongside his own twitching little boyprick. As Guilmon would grind hips against him, that long, tapered digicock would rub up along Takato's cock and ballsack, nearly five times the boy's length and thicker than his fist at the base. 

“Th-th-this is crazy...” the boy whimpered at the sight, even while his cock spasmed, actually shooting a spurt of preseed to dribble along his belly. Guilmon simply continued grinding his hips against the boy's, just as his own tremendous cock began leaking thick, viscous lube. The rain outside grew heavier and louder, followed by another faint clap of thunder, somewhat closer. 

“Takatomon will have fun, like last time! New games are fun, learn lots and lots. So exciting, gotta keep going, right?” The pre from his drooling cocktip slowly coated his cock, oozing onto Takato's own smaller prick and coating it in the thick, sticky fluid. As the two shared their warmth the tamer's own excitement build up again, and he found himself gently grinding his hips in time with his partner's. This continued for a while as the two frotted in their personal den, gentle moans mingling with the muffled sounds of rain. Within a minute, Takato's belly and cock were coated in his partner's slick, syrupy fluid, covering any sign of his own. With a shuddering breath, the boy's lust-hazed mind decided he couldn't stop now, and he finally replied.

“Well... You got me all ready and everything...” He gave his partner a warm smile, which the lizard heartily returned, before pulling back his hips, slowly. It was excruciating for the boy. His chest pounded and his breath slowed to a crawl as he felt every inch of that long, tapered, ridged cock rubbing backward along his balls, his thighs and his rump, pulling back more and more, until finally he could feel just that tip, circling around his loosened but still tightly-puckered bud, blindly but carefully looking for an entrance. Takato's gaze was met with Guilmon's the whole time, each of them wordlessly sharing their emotions with eachother, both lost in the moment, until the moment that tapered cocktip caught on that promising entrance. 

In an instant, Takato felt himself open way faster than before, that squishy, slick wet tip leading the way for a few inches of that tapered digital cock. He panted, his abdomen tensing in response as his partner continued pumping harder inward. “G-Guilmon – Wait, slow down!” The digimon's tongue had stretched him white a bit, but this was still very new and unnatural for Takato's small frame. It was tough for that rigid monster cock to push much deeper than three or four inches into that struggling rectum, and as each of Guilon's thrusts came harder and harder, the boy felt his internal muscles hammered over and over again, his body jerking up and down on their bed cushion. He whimpered, gasping and gripping his hands to Guilmon's arms as he felt the digimon's thick, super slick precum gurgle deeper into his colon, as slowly another, then another inch of that thick monster lizard cock brutally forced its way into the boy's freshly-burrowed passage.

As he felt his body fighting harder and harder against his partner's pounding, rigid mating shaft, Takato's eyes screwed shut in pain and he called out to him. “Guil... mon!,” he gasped, “Guilmon, stop!” The red lizard was lost in his pleasure. A soft hum, and then, gradually, a rumbling growl vibrated from the virus digimon's chest as Takato watched his friends teeth begin to clench and pupils begin to dilate into narrow slits. The boy felt that force pummeling his colon begin to intense, and with a voice of desperation, he called out to his friend and partner.

“Guilmon!! Stop!!” At that point a bright flash of lightning lit up the dark storming sky outside, as well as the inside of the shed, and the crash of thunder from very nearby boomed through the pair's small hideout. The pair froze, and a few moments later, Guilmon looked down at Takato and moaned. “Sorry, Takatomon,” he breathed .“Guilmon didn't want to stop. Could not stop – heard Takamon calling, but Taka so warm inside...” he whined innocently. The boy nodded softly, “I-it's okay Guilmon, just... Pull out, okay? C-carefully...”

Guilmon's earwings lowered down to his skull and he nodded, slowly pulling back. “Guilmon so sorry... Hurt Takatomon and ruined sex game.”

Even as his messy, sticky and painfully overstretched innards were slowly vacated, Takato had to consciously hold back a snort of laughter at his partner's adorably earnest, yet simple, apology. The boy shook his head, “No Guilmon, you didn't ruin anything!” As his friend pulled out of him, the tamer guided his digimon down onto his back in the center of their dugout nest bed. “Now, you're just gonna lay there, okay Guilmon? And I'm gonna see if I can... kinda do it myself,” he straddled over his partner's broad raptor hips. It took Guilmon just a moment to realize what the boy was doing, and as Takato began bracing against the reptile's stury thighs to get more height, the digimon reached down with one clawed paw to position his own cock upward.

Takato was still uncertain about this whole ordeal, but either through some overpowerful lust or some deep masochistic desire, or maybe some combination of the two, he felt determined at this point to push himself further for his best friend, and he felt like if he had control over the pace of things he could do that.

The boy leaned back with his hands on Guilmon's partially-raised knees and began to rest his now noticeably loosened ring on that cocktip. There was a brief moment of him shifting his weight before he moaned from that first familiar few inches squelching audibly into his abused passage. Guilmon was the one to pipe up this time, “Takamon take it slow!” Guilmon reached up and carefully helped support his tamer's legs, still letting the boy make his own movements. Takato smiled down at his partner, nodding closing his eyes and leaning back against the digimon's knees. He slowly bobbed his hips up and down, shallowly. He bounced on those first few inches until it started to feel less painful, and until the tightness in his muscles began to disappear and his insides were coated with more of that slick goo. Around that time he started to feel the pleasure of that snug tightness, filling up his entrance. 

He continued to bob there for a few moments before settling down a bit more weight. He felt the tightness return as more of that length slid inside of him and hole stretched around that tapered and firm lizard cock, leaking thick, clear prefluid. As it started to sting too much, the boy would pause, move up a bit, and then bounce his hips a bit more, gradually working out the tension in his insides and training his muscles to relax. As Takato looked down, he smiled at the sight of his partner panting and whimpering below him, clearly quivering with pleasure and need but holding himself back for his tamer's sake.

And so to both of their surprise, Takato was moaning loudly by the time he had half of his partner's thick monster shaft stretching him wide. He bounced his hips more meaningfully, rolling his thighs with his movements as he began to genuinely fuck his digimon. Guilmon moaned softly in response, his hips beginning to slowly move in time with the human's. He looked up again and saw his tamer and partner. Young and beautiful, energetic and brave, Takato was everything he cared for and looked up to, and the emotion he felt while pushing such a tender and pleasurable piece of himself into this boy was too intense to handle. As Takato had begun trying to work his hips slowly lower, squeezing around the first of those thick ridges, Guilmon's claws suddenly grasped his hips and tugged down hard.

What was once a straining tight, little ring of flesh suddenly spread wide into an obscenely gaping hole with a powerful thrust that squeezed the already building syrupy contents of the boy's guts to gurgle and pump far deeper. Guilmon rearranged a length of Takato's intestines by sheathing his monstrous shaft inside of it. The boy's back arched and his body was wracked with the most intense pleasure and pain he'd ever felt simultaneously. Nothing could ever feel as filling as what was inside the tamer as that moment, and it felt impossible. His insides were stretched wider and deeper than anything yet, even more than he thought possible, and that tight, sensitive little bundle of nerves just past his rectum felt like it was being pinched by a vice. Thankfully, Guilmon had paused for a moment, letting his tamer adjust, and the boy used it to lean back against the lizard's thighs and and breath, looking down with surprise and awe at the sight of that bulge in his smooth belly where his partner was stretching him out from the inside. With a trembling hand, he reached up and felt at that bulge, feeling that member twitch and pulsate inside of him. 

Guilmon whole body shivered then, and before Takato could act any further, Guilmon had rolled the two of them over onto their sides and lifted the boy's leg before pulling out with a long but determined motion. Takato cried out loud as he felt the powerful suction of his insides being vacated by that slick, slimy lizard cock, and the tugging pop of each of those thick, firm barbs plucking outward at his ruined ring. That thick viscous clear pre seeped slowly past those gaping lips as the digimon continued to pull outward, even as that hole clung limply to the lizard's soft tapered tip.

Unconsciously, Takato's voice lilted in a needful whine as he felt his insides vacated, and in that instant, Guilmon's hips instinctively plowed forward and in one forceful motion, he impaled his partner once again, pulling that boy's soft rump flush up against his hot groin. Just as Takato began to take another breather, he grunted in surprise as his partner began to do it again. He pulled out a little faster, and not quite as far, then began slowly pumping his hips. He grated those bulbous ridges along the insides of the boy's tired, squelching ring of ass flesh, and pumped his cock as deep as he could. Each time he would hilt inside his tamer, he would tug him closer and press his hips down with all his force, as if he could still fit more inside the boy's tight insides. All the while, his cock continued to pump more and more of his thick preseed into his partner's innards, slowly filling deeper and deeper into the unused depths of Takato's passage. 

“Takatomon... Feel the best, feel like home for Guilmon!”

Takato's gasping breaths came between the raptor's increasingly harder thrusts, but as he struggled to hold his own, he moaned out to his partner. “Guilmon, this is crazy... It's... so good though!” His mind was elevated beyond the pain of what felt impossible, instead lifted up into ecstasy by his youthful energy, a drive to do anything for the partner he loved, of course and a freshly-tapped sea of adolescent lust. As his body was pummeled, stretched and used as a tight little dicksleeve for reptile's monstrous cock, Takato felt something new but familiar burning in his chest and his loins. “Guilmon, k-keep going!”  

“Guilmon feel something coming for Takamon...” The digimon huffed in response. He pounded quicker, shallower, and harder still, grinding the boy into the thankfully soft cushioning of that large sleeping bag. Guilmon give Takamon big finish! Guilmon love Takatomon!”

With one finally thrust, Guilmon's hips smothered Takato's and he leaned his muzzle forward to lap at his tamer's face just as he began to release the first bursts of a powerful orgasm. Takato opened his mouth to moan only to find that tongue slip past his lips and fill his mouth, just as he felt that fat shaft buried inside stretched young innards pulsate and somehow bulge noticeably thicker before instantly flooding his insides with a powerful load of thick raptor cum. The boy felt large lengths of his insides he'd never been aware of fill with the thick, hot and churning digiseed. 

The building pressure and growing tightness was more than enough to launch the young tamer over his limit, pushing him into the throws of a back-arching, teeth-clenching orgasm. As he rode the waves of impossible pleasure, his partner continued to pump more and more of his seed into that tight body, while almost possessively burying that slick, squishy tongue through his partner's mouth and down his narrow throat. The tamer's mind flooded with fear and pleasure while his innards were flooded rapidly with cum, his belly gurgling audibly as he was filled up to capacity. The boy's smooth abs began to swell softly into a rounded, noticeable pudge, swollen around the gurgling, syrupy contents of his guts. Takato was starting to feel a little more than full as the lust-drunk digimon continued to pump more into him through that deeply-hilted breeding tool.

As Guilmon finally slid his tongue back out of his partner's mouth so they could both breath, Takato panted loudly, “G-Guilmon, it's so much...” Guilmon didn't relent, although the spurting pumps were starting to come more slowly. With a faint huff, the lizard fell to his side, still buried inside his partner, and pulled the boy closer to him. The two lay in eachother's arms, belly to belly as Takato took in everything that had just happened. His whole body screamed in pain and cried in exhaustion, while his nerves and his brain sang in the afterglow of the most amazing experience of his life. Guilmon looked down and smiled at him. “Takatomon had great idea. Guilmon think sex fun – especially with best friend Taka!” He licked at his partner's face again, playfully cleaning his own mess off of the boy's face, eliciting a giggle from the tamer, then a soft groan as he remembered how outrageously tight he was.

“G-Guilmon... That was great... Did...” he paused, “Did I hear you say you loved me?”

In response, all the boy heard was the soft beginnings of his partner snoring.

“Guilmon?”

The snoring only grew louder as the reptile rolled onto his back, embracing and pulling the still-impaled boy up onto his belly. After a few moments, Takato simply smiled and, deciding to relish the feeling his partner's incredible warmth, both inside and out. Within moments, his own eyelids fell, and the two fell into a deep slumber together, as one, in their own little hideout in the storm.

Takatomon was the first one to wake up the next morning. The first thing he heard was his partner's snores just inchest away from him, and beyond that, the sound of soft rainfall outside. He slowly opened his eyes and saw himself staring right at the black biohazard symbol on Guilmon's whitescaled chest. Then as he tried to move, his member jumped back into gear. The events that led up to him now laying here, digimon cock still buried in his sore ass, flooded his mind and he let out a moan as his boyhood twitched against his still semi-swollen belly.

“Guilmon, wake up,” he muttered to his partner, not getting a response from the steadily-snoozing raptor. He began to try and lift his hips but, to his confusion, he couldn't move them. As he tried to push up with his legs, his rump was stuck solid to Guilmon's crotch. He looked over his and his partner's bodies and saw they were both coated in what was now dry Guilmon cum, and it had become harder and crusty, and it seemed like where they had stayed connected overnight, its stickiness had multiplied, practically gluing him to his partner's hips. He tried harder, bouncing his hips to try and force himself free, but he soon found that as he did that, the still half-hard member inside him had begun to twitch and pulse.

“Guilmon, come on!” Takato called out to his friend, patting the reptile's cheek and finally waking him up. The lizard's eyes fluttered open and he yawned wide, smacking his lips absentmindedly before grinning at his tamer. “Mmm, morning Takatomon! Sleep good?” A moment later, though, as he realized the position they were still in, he gasped, then chuckled. “Guilmon and Takatomon did sex all night?”

Takato huffed softly as he continued to fruitlessly try and dislodge himself from that thickening rapter shaft. “Yeah, and I'm trying to bring it to an end... But I'm... stuck!” With another tug, he lost his balance for a moment, shifting backward before leaning forward again and holding himself still. All the extra movement and bouncing had already done the deed though, and Guilmon's whole body began to grow warmer again. His breath came heavier and he gripped his partner's hips once more. “Takamon and Guilmon having fun sleepover, do sex game lots and lots!” And without another warning, he rolled the boy onto his back and, with all his monstrous strength, he pulled his hips back, pulling them apart from the tightly cemented, crusty digicum. The otherwise dry and brittle material then crumbled away as Guilmon pounded his hips forward, filling the boy's tired, cumfilled innards with that tireless monster cock.

Takato tried to protest but he found his mouth once more filled with Guilmon's affectionate tongue, probing past his tonsils and into his throat. He felt tired and used up, but somehow as his digimon partner's powerful lust was roused inside him again, the boy felt that powerful pounding within his chest and through the haze of his own youthful lust he could only move his body in time with Guilmon's.

This time was rougher, more beastial as Takato didn't try to restrict his partner from losing himself in the moment. The boy gasped as Guilmon stood up and the boy found his hips lifted higher into the air as the lizard drilled down into him, each thrust prodding his cocktip up and bulging just beneath Takato's ribcage. All the while that thick pre continued to lube up and collect in the boy's inner passage, still clogged and flooded with the previous night's load.

It didn't take long for the digimon to finish once again inside his partner, and the boy moaned loudly as his little body was pumped full of still more, fresh and warm monster cum. His belly gurgled loudly as the contents of his intestines swelled and shifted. Even through the tightness of Guilmon's thick base at his entrance, he was a bit looser now and with each powerful spurt, some of that fresh load would squelch outward, dribbling between his cheeks and down his back. Still, Guilmon continued to rut his friend, not stopping as his climax came to a finish.

There was no downtime. In a second, the digimon spun the boy – still impaled – around onto his chest before continuing to fuck that raw, used hole. Once again, Takato began to call out for his partner to take it easy, but the rest of his body was hot, trembling with energy and want. He was beyond caring about safety – he was unbreakable as long as he was with his partner. As the powerful red reptile fucked his ruined ass hole like he was breeding his mate, Takato simply bit down on the cushion and pushed his hips back with every thrust. He moaned for more and his partner was ready to give it to him.

The human came for the first time that morning as his partner unloaded another thick, copious load inside his already-straining bowels. Even as the excess continued to seep past his loosely-gaping ring, Takato's belly wouldn't stop swelling with more and more of that thick, inhuman seed. As that orgasm within him tapered off, the boy felt his digimon once more roll him onto his side and lift one of his legs before restlessly pounding away into round three.

Still, the boy didn't protest, by now his mind awash in endorphins. He laid there, shuddering pleasurably yet exhausted as his partner continued to grind into his wet, loose and messy passage, rapidly becoming accustomed to being his partner's breeding pole. The digimon pounded furiously into his partner, huffing and groaning, cooing and moaning his tamer's name over and over as he pushed himself into his third orgasm of the morning. And as Takato once again felt that familiar rushing and gurgling of thick seed flowing into his tired body, he let his exhaustion get the better of him.

The young boy's body was far more worn out than anything he'd been used to before, and he fell asleep easily. His visions were awash with the same wonders his partner was experiencing, the feelings of what Guilmon was doing to his small, unconscious body carrying over into the fantasies of his unconscious mind.

The waking world and sleeping world blended seamlessly as Takato faded in and out, all the while Guilmon continued to rut his body in different positions. Eventually, the boy's vision faded and everything slowly fell into a void of calm.

The next time he awoke, he sat up and looked around. He could hear the rain had stopped, but the light from outside was already fading again. He looked over to see Guilmon sprawled out, half-in half-out of the bed, seemingly zonked off into a coma, a small drooling pink cocktip the only thing still protruding from the lizard's cum-coated slit.

It was a few moments before Takato felt more aware of his own body. The intense aching and soreness coming in dull waves throughout his worn out frame. Even more was the heavy, stretching tightness he felt inside, and he looked with shock to see his belly swollen obscenely. He looked as if he was ready to give birth to something, but he knew it was all just thick, sticky cum that filled every inch of his innards and his stomach. It was weirdly squishy, though he winced the first time he pressed against it.

Feeling down between his legs, he gently felt at the raw, sensitive edges of his still widely-gaping, now useless sphincter. It slowly drooled a thick, bubbling gout of this monster cum, still warm, in a slow torrent puddling and solidifying on the floor in front of him. He tried a couple times to clench his abdominal muscles, coaxing himself to close back up but it seemed like his hole was just going to stay like that for now. He grabbed his goggles from the floor nearby, having apparently fallen off sometime in the night, then he huffed as he slowly worked his way onto his feet. His legs trembled as he struggled to find his balance with the new weight in his gut. Takato walked slowly toward the door to the shed, trembling at the strange feeling of his loose entrance sliding against itself and drooling that thick mess between his thighs.

Standing next to the door, the saw the sun beginning to set behind the nearby hill and sighed. This was a new step, alright. Something had changed for good for the tamer and his digimon. It was exciting and frightening – but that's what made it so good. He looked back at his sleeping partner. He wondered what else they might discover together.

Then, after a moment, he looked down at his bag and reached down to check on his clothes. He pulled out his fresh undies first, slipping them on and immediately soaking them as he pulled them flush against his still gushing back door. Then he shakily slid each leg into his pants. He pulled out his shirt next and pulled it down over his head, sliding his arms through the sleeves before pulling it down over his chest, then unable to cover his seriously swollen belly.

He sighed – he felt exhausted, weak, and gross, but he still sat down to pull on his socks and shoes. As he looked over to his partner again, he saw Guilmon sitting up and simply watching him, quietly. He smiled and wagged his tail calmly. “Takatomon have to go home?”

Takato smiled softly and nodded, “Yeah, but... I'll be back again tomorrow. I promise, I'll never be gone for long, Guilmon.” The reptile nodded and grinned. “Guilmon will always be here for Takatomon. Come back and play again, lots and lots!”

The thought of doing more things with his partner thrilled him, but his worry for worrying his family kept him focused. “Lots and lots, Guilmon, I promise.”

He stood once more, slow but less shaky than before. He grunted as he bent down to pick up his backpack and shouldered it, turning to once more smile at his friend before he, hesitantly, turned and walked out the door. The soothing cool wind whipped the otherwise misty air across the boy's tired and wrecked young form, and as he began thinking about what kind of clever alibi or secret passage he would use to get back to his bedroom without incident, his thoughts were interrupted by a loud, grotesquely audible squishing and squelching sound in his pants. The material had been soaked throughout with cum, and the thick juices spread quickly along his thighs. Takato's choices of alibi and private route home were shrinking rapidly and he decided to quicken his pace before his favorite pants were ruined for good.