“I just don’t get it, dude!” With a shout, Davis threw himself back onto his bed. “What’s wrong with me? Save the world and I still can’t get the girl. Life’s not fair.”
       
       “You woke me up just to say that.” A little blue head popped up over the side of the bed to shout at Davis. In all his groaning he hadn’t even noticed Demiveemon being thrown from the bed when he decided to bounce on it. So, Demiveemon bounced right back up, and flopped on his back right next to his partner. “And I was having the best dream too…”
       
       Davis chuckled and turned to smirk at the little blue mon. “Oh yeah, I bet it was about Gatomon, right? Face it, dude, you don’t have a chance.”
       
        “Hey!” Demiveemon leapt to his little feet and pointed the best fist he could manage to make at the smirking face. “I’ll have you know it could have been a dream about any Digimon! And what do you mean I don’t have a chance.” He transitioned seamlessly from the vaguely threatening pose to something that almost looked like a suave muscle flex. “I’ll have you know I’m a stud by Digimon standards. Any mon would be lucky to have me.”
       
       Of course, as puny as he was right now, Demiveemon looked far from the stud he claimed to be. Davis made a point of bringing this to his attention by hopping to a seat on the bed, bouncing the little blue guy right off the bed again in the process with an adorable yell. “Heh, yeah right, man. I could get a digi-girl easier than you. You’re hopeless.”
       
       Davis continued to laugh for just a second more before a shoe struck him firmly in the face and shut him up. When it fell to the floor, he saw Demiveemon glaring at him again, this time red as a beet. “Y-yeah right!” He stomped and turned away in a huff. “You can’t even get a human girl to go out with you. You wouldn’t stand a chance with a cute Digimon like Gatomon.”
       
       Demiveemon tried to smile smugly, and even succeeded for half a second before Davis stomped his way off the bed and knocked him off his feet again. “Oh yeah?! I bet I could get a cute Digimon way easier than some dumb blue dragon!”
       
       Growling now, Demiveemon rolled over and pointed up at the human, who was, conveniently, pointing right back at him. “I’ll take that bet! I bet I could get uh… six cute mon before you could even get one!”
       
       There was a pause as the pair locked eyes for a single, tense moment. Then, Davis went right for his digivice. “Fine then, let’s see you prove it, Veemon!” The signature flash of light opened a digiport for the pair, and they were off without another word.  
       
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       Veemon and Davis appeared with a flash on a quiet beach somewhere in the Digital World. Davis hadn’t been all that particular about his aim but was more than satisfied with where they landed. “Yeah! This is perfect! My sister says the best place for girls to get picked up on is the beach!” 
       
       “You know it!” Veemon cheered right alongside Davis and the pair took off running in no particular direction. “Let’s go find some babes! I’m sure I’ll get a way cuter mon than you do!”
       
       It took a minute for the running itself to lose its luster and for the pair to realize they would need to actually look for girls if they hoped to catch them. Thankfully, Davis was able to spot a boardwalk not too far away. Once he’d decided that would be the place to look, then it was time to establish their rules. 
       
       “Okay, so here’s what we’ll do.” Davis and Veemon settled into a relaxed walk as they made their way up the steps. Neither seemed to notice the dust cracking loose from the boards when they did, too absorbed in their challenge. “We’ll both find the cutest digimon we can, and we’ll meet by the coast, okay? Whoever’s got the cutest wins!”
       
       Veemon nodded along and bounced his way ahead of Davis. He was eager to outmatch his partner in this one. “Sound’s like a deal! And if one of us can get more than one, they automatically win, yeah?” 
       
       Davis nodded and extended a hand as they finally both reached the top of the boardwalk. Veemon wasted no time in grabbing the gloved paw and giving it a rough shake. They spoke in unison with a declaration of, “May the best mon win!” and then took off in separate directions.
       
       There was an unspoken agreement formed between them. While Veemon dashed toward the other end of the boardwalk, Davis took to looking nearby. He didn’t take any special note of the lack of people out walking the beach. He just decided that the first thing he should do is check inside for more Digimon. The first building he saw looked like some sort of food stand; definitely a place sure to be packed with Digimon. 
       
        Sure enough, when Davis entered, he found the perfect target. Behind the counter was a lady in a long red dress with a fancy looking yellow scarf covering her head. He didn’t pause to notice that no one else was anywhere in the stand, or to question why the woman was looking away from her only customer. Excited that he was getting a head start, he darted straight up and shouted for her attention. “Hey, miss Digimon over there! That’s a pretty scarf your wearing! When does your shift end?!”
       
       An uncomfortable pause followed as the Digimon waited. Her head tilted, and a clawed hand raised to her chin as she seemed to consider her answer. Strangely, Davis found himself breaking out in a cold sweat as he watched. He was fairly confident he wasn’t that worried about rejection, but then again someone with claws could reject him pretty hard. 
       
       “Hmm…” the woman thankfully finally spoke before the chills actually set in. Less thankfully the woman turned to glance back at him, and that sent the chills down his spine right away. On the other side of that scarf around her head was nothing but a pitch-black void and two huge, glowing eyes. “I suppose I might enjoy a little fun with you…” 
       
       Something about the way the woman emphasized the word, “fun,” gave Davis a pretty clear signal to back out on this one. He took a step back and shook his head. “On second thought, maybe you’re busy. Besides, I think I may be a bit young for you, yeah, right?”
       
       “Nonsense!” Davis suddenly found he couldn’t move his legs any further, and the woman turned around in full, stroking her non-existent chin as she pointed a claw right at him. “A few adjustments, and I suspect you’ll make the perfect date. Humans aren’t to my taste, but I think you’ll make a rather handsome Digimon…”
       
       Davis couldn’t ask what she meant fast enough. Before he could get past anything more than “What-“ his whole body surged with electricity, and his vision went white. The woman cackled, but he didn’t even hear it, nor did he notice her pull out a familiar looking dark ring and send it floating around behind him.
       
       All he could focus on was the strange power flowing through his entire body. The best he could describe it was like a tickling from all under his skin. His first instinct was to clench his teeth and fight the urge to laugh, then fight the urge to scream. When he felt his teeth growing out and digging into his gums, that became a lot more difficult, and he had to shout. 
       
       Veemon reacted quickly. In an instant he dropped the box he was looking under and darted around towards the old food stand that Davis’ voice was coming from. With a determined glare, he dashed straight for his partner. “You better not be having more luck than I am Davis!”
       
       Strangely, Davis actually heard the Veemon. The shock running through his body had faded to a dull tingling, enough that he could shout back. “Just shut up and get over here, Veemon!” 
       
       Now that he had some sense back, Davis’ next instinct was to flail, even though he couldn’t get any sort of movement in his limbs. He slammed his eyes shut and grit his teeth again, ignoring how a pair of fangs landed neatly over his lip. All trying did at first was make him feel weaker, and it seemed to make the tickling strike back, particularly all over his limbs.  Eventually it even seemed to extend outside of him. Slowly he started to feel like another leg was reaching out of his waist, and it started to flail wildly along with his torso. 
       
       Finally, the tingling left him altogether, and with it, whatever was holding him up. This time Davis was intensely aware of the Digimon in front of him cackling as he suddenly fell to the floor, apparently a good foot higher up than where he’d started. “Hehe, actually, now that I look at you, you may be a bit small for my taste.”
       
       The woman let loose one last laugh as she faded away from the scene, just in time for Veemon to charge around the corner shouting at the top of his digital lungs. “I’m here, Davis! Is this where all the girls are?” He stopped right at the doorway though, disappointed to see neither an exciting pack of girls, nor Davis. Instead there was just a single Gatomon pulling itself out of a pile of clothes and looking dizzily at its own hands. 
       
       “Whoa dude…” Davis was hazy, but he was aware that Veemon had arrived. Right now, though, he was much more focused on his own hand. The familiar yellow glove was there, but now at the tip of each finger there was a nasty tear that lead into a heavy black claw, and the middle of the glove was dotted with the distinct pattern of a bright pink paw-pad. “You seeing this, Veemon?” He flexed his hand just to be sure, and the three fingers of the paw stretched out with him. “Do I have claws?” His eyes moved down the claw and his fuzzy white arm, and settled on his belly, now small enough to be coming out of the collar of his shirt. He set the paw on it. “Holy cow dude, do I have fur?”
       
       “Davis? Is that you?” Veemon’s head tilted reflexively as he took a few steps toward the new Digimon. “Hmm… you do have his goggles… and his hair…” He set a claw on his chin and glanced down, “And his clothes…” He took a long second to pause and consider the evidence, then he looked in the suspicious Gatomon’s eyes. He was clearly confused. “Nice try, buddy, but you’re way too cute to be Davis!” 
       
       Veemon pointed an accusing claw right at Davis, who was far too taken aback by the comment to respond right away. Only when Veemon came closer and jabbed that claw against his chest was he able to successfully gather himself. “W-what do you mean, ‘cute,’ you dork!” He tried to leap free from the collar of his shirt and succeeded for the most part. However, one extra limb popped free than he’d thought to account for. When his tail temporarily caught on the collar, it tripped him up and sent him right back onto his rear. “Oww…”
       
       Before he could right himself, Veemon was already on his knees right beside Davis, shooting him the best suspicious glare he could manage. It was meant to intimidate, but Davis couldn’t help but laugh at it. “Knock that off, imposter!” Veemon blushed, even as he tried harder to lean in and scare the Gatomon. “I’ll have you know that I’m a very tough Digimon, and it doesn’t matter how cute you are! I want my Davis back!”
       
       Practically nose to nose with Veemon now, Davis ended up joining him in blushing. “Would you cut it out with all that cute talk, man. I’m telling you! I am Davis!” 
       
       Veemon’s nose twitched, and Davis felt it in his whiskers. They twitched uncomfortably with each wiggle of the little horn on Veemon’s nose. Thankfully, he backed off after getting a few of those wiggles in, just an inch. “Hmm…” Veemon’s eyes shut. “You do smell like Davis. There’s that distinct odor of old socks and dirty undies…” He pulled back and took a big sniff of the air. “There’s something else too though.”
       
       Davis rolled his eyes, though his blush didn’t dissipate just yet. “If you’re done making fun of my hygiene, can you get off of me.” He realized that he had fallen back onto his hands now, and the whole situation was feeling really weird. Veemon was supposed to be half his size, not overpowering him. 
       
       Things got weirder before they got any better though. Veemon didn’t even hear Davis, trying as he was to home in on the strange smell. He couldn’t get it from a distance, so he decided to go straight for the source, burying his face in the Gatomon’s chest. It was mostly like Davis, but like everything else about the Gatomon, it was way too cute. It smelled like a sort of sweet, musky smell blended under the old socks. It was a lot like Davis’ undies right after he finished a long trip to the bathroom, and it was getting stronger as the cat started rubbing his chest against Veemon’s nose. “St-stop flailing! I almost have it!”
       
       It was Davis’ turn not to listen though. His flailing only got worse. He even reached up to try and pull the dragon off him. A clumsy grip and too much force in the wrong direction ended up just pushing Veemon lower, away from his chest and down to his belly. “D-Dude! Seriously, this is getting too weird!” 
       
       “H-hey! Yeah! I think I have it.” Veemon’s head started to fog a little when the paw landed on his head. He didn’t even care that he was suddenly finding himself in a vulnerable position, practically on his belly now. Moving lower was helping him catch the smell. He just needed to go a little lower. “Just stop moving so much, Davis! I think I’ve got it!” He reached a hand up to the Gatomon’s chest to quiet him down, while another moved blindly to grab one of his legs and hold it aside. From there is just took lowering his schnoz a little more, and Veemon landed on the source of that odd little smell. The fog in his head was immediately filled with visions of the lovely Gatomon intermingled with Davis’s smelly socks, and he finally opened his eyes to bath in it. 
       
       Davis stared in shock as he watched Veemon’s eyes roll back in his head. The Digimon was sniffing right against his dick, which he was just now realizing with a lot of mixed feelings that he still even had as a Digimon. Worse the constant hot air on the dick was producing a pretty predictable reaction. He was in no way imaginable ready to be watching his Digimon partner sniffing so happily against his own hardon today. 
       
       “V-Veemon…” he groaned. Somehow, he just couldn’t find the strength to force the dragon off him. He wasn’t even grabbing him anymore. His paw was just lazily sitting on Veemon’s head while he stared at his partner greedily sniffing away. 
       
       There was one more big sniff before Veemon finally stopped, but it didn’t mean the end for Davis’ embarrassment. As soon as he was done, the Digimon lifted his whole body with a delirious sigh. In the process, he rather carelessly pushed Davis down, forcing him off balance with a shove to the left side of his chest. When Davis hit the ground, he shut his eyes on reflex, and after opening them he saw Veemon standing right above him, grinning almost innocently. They were basically the same size, but right now Davis was sure he never felt this small. 
       
       “I figured it out, Davis!” Veemon cheered himself and dropped on top of his partner, knocking the wind right out of Davis as he embraced him in a tight hug on the floor. “You’re hot now! That’s what it is! Just a new, sexy Davis, right?” He nuzzled his nose into Davis’ shoulder and took in another deep breath. His exhale was distinctly hot against his partner’s neck, and it was punctuated with a sort of delirious chuckle. “Heh. It all smells like sexy Davis now.”
       
       Sexy Davis was, embarrassingly, feeling sexier by the second while Veemon was snuggling into him. The pressure against his crotch was almost more intense than the sniffing had been, and with Veemon snuggling all over him, his whole body heated up along with his dick. He even started to feel a tinge of pride at Veemon’s compliments. “Okay, okay, I get it, dude. I’m sexy.” He wrapped his arms around the Digimon atop him and tried to get a good grip on him with his claws. “Now would ya’ get off of me already.”
       
       Veemon barely noticed the claws, enraptured as he was by the scent. He even started to lick at Davis’s neck. Sure enough, the Gatomon tasted way hotter than Davis usually did. “Uh, sure, Davis. I can get off in a bit…” Veemon shivered atop his partner. Soon, both of them were feeling something poking out of the dragon’s groin. It was hard, and slimey, and dripping profusely at this point. At Davis’ current size, it rubbed right against his dick, and it didn’t take him long to put together what it was. Veemon lifted his head and smiled, a string of saliva still connecting his tongue to Davis’ neck. “I think I’m gonna need an adjustment anyway.
       
       “Wh-wh… wh-“ Davis couldn’t do much more than mumble incoherently as Veemon pulled away. His claws practically slid off the Digimon’s scales, and he was too stunned to do more than watch as Veemon sighed and took a seat between his legs again. Now the dragon was rock hard, a way too huge pink shaft sticking right out of some sort of slit on his groin. 
       
       Clumsily, Davis tried to stand and get away from the thing, but he couldn’t look away. He only managed to lift himself sort of halfway onto his side before he became enraptured by the sight. Veemon moved a clawed hand down to touch himself, and the shaft pulsed, getting even bigger. Something about it was too compelling to ignore, and Davis’s whole body shivered while he watched. His new fingers and toes curled simultaneously, and his tail started to flick. 
       
       “Oooh yeah… There we go!” Veemon smiled proudly a moment later, having gotten to full length and girth while he smiled down at Davis. His partner had even started to assume a nice sexy pose, one he followed from Davis’ face all the way down to his flicking tail. “H-hey Davis.” Veemon lingered on that tail for a minute before snatching it out of the air and giving it a sniff, one that he followed all the way down to his base. “Can I smell down here next? I think it might be even better.” Without waiting for permission both nose and tongue were already exploring between Davis’ cheeks. 
       
       Davis’ whole body was tingling again. His tail tried to flick at Veemon reflexively, and he was focusing some effort into trying to move it to cover himself. Both efforts were stopped by Veemon holding the thing in place right at the base though, and every attempt to moved it sent a shock down his spine. When Veemon brought out his tongue, things got a thousand times worse. He’d never felt anything down there really, but a tongue was just wild. The wet slurping against his entrance and the warmth was making him feel way too hot. “V-Veemon!” Davis covered his face in his hands, both to cover an embarrassing blush and to quiet an intense pounding in his head. “Dude! This is too weird!”
       
       Veemon couldn’t even hear Davis behind the muffling of his paws, but he assumed the twitching in his palm was a good sign. He reached up to move his partner’s leg out of the way and allow him some better access, and Davis lifted the leg right out of his way. Not only was it a great sign, but a wonderful sight, Veemon even backed up for just a second to admire the pink spot pulsing under Davis’ tail, practically dripping wet with Veemon’s saliva at this point. 
       
       “Wowee, Davis…” Veemon’s breathing became heavy. Even at a distance now he could still breathe in Davis’ new, sexy scent, and it was becoming more overwhelming by the second. A quick glance at the Gatomon’s still twitching and dripping cock would reveal why.
       
       Veemon didn’t care to investigate, however. He just knew instinctively what he needed from that scent. Suddenly Davis was shaken by the boom of claws piercing into the wooden floor around him. That, combined with the feeling of something hard replacing Veemon’s soft tongue at his back entrance, caused Davis to remove the claws from his eyes and glance up. Veemon was above him again, just like before, but this time he wasn’t looking at him. He practically looked right through him before closing his eyes and grimacing. “Hold onto something, Davis!”
       
       An inhuman yowl broke through Davis’ throat a second later. Veemon wasted no time or energy, going deep as the cat would allow and then hammering deeper as fast as he could. Taking his friend’s advice, Davis’ new paws shot out above and in front of him to cling tightly to the wood floor. His feet instinctively looked for something to hold as well, but with one under Veemon and the other sitting on his shoulder, all Davis could do was meekly kick them in time with each of his partner’s thrusts. 
       
       The sensation was absolutely overwhelming. Somehow, each pound from Veemon radiated through all of Davis’ new body, and the Digimon didn’t give him a second to recover from the waves. Instead, they all built on each other, not even permitting the Gatomon enough time to shake or shiver while the shaft was inside of him. All Davis could do was kick and try to yell, but each attempt came out as some sort of primal, feline screech. 
       
       It wasn’t like he had any words for it anyway though, so that was probably fine. He couldn’t tell Veemon to stop, since this was like the times he’d jerked off times a thousand already. Every fifth thrust or so it was even better, seemingly sending every wave through his feline body right into his dick and splashing the floor with a touch of clear, odorous pre-cum. 

       Of course, he couldn’t even think of how to tell Veemon to keep going either. Even thinking of doing so was distracting him from the sensations. Thankfully, Veemon gave him an out. “H-Holy mon, Davis! That’s hot! K-Keep doing that!” Veemon’s pace was becoming erratic now, slower.
        
       Davis spurred him on, playing into the yowls and steadying himself harder against the thrusts. “Meow! Meow!” The attempt was forced but appreciated by his partner.
        
       Veemon did his best, and the pace picked up once more. The Digimon went wild for just a few more seconds, groaning along with Davis’ forced meowing. And with that effort, the sound rapidly became less forced. The seconds slowed, and even with Veemon’s slowing pace every wave that struck Davis became more nightmarishly powerful. Suddenly the surges were seemingly striking his dick every moment, and his eyes rolled back in his head while he rode them. It didn’t even crossed his mind that he was cumming in that moment.
        
       It did strike Veemon though. The passage around his dick tightened suddenly and started to pulse like mad. Davis’ yowls rang in his ears and an even more heated scent rang in his nostrils. On high, he stopped abruptly and as deep as he could get while Davis still pulsed around him. His eyes filled with light, and he went straight to heaven for what seemed like an eternity.
        
       It was some time before either of them came back down, with the only changes for seemingly minutes being Davis’ leg lazily falling from Veemon’s shoulder and the pair’s breathing going from a dull roar to a steady hum. Neither noticed for a moment, but Davis managed to beat Veemon back to consciousness by a solid minute. Once he’d caught his breath again, his vision cleared, and he realized the mon above him had stopped thrusting. He could still feel the sensation of being full, even fuller than before, in fact. He was positive his stomach felt heavier. “D-dummy…” He sighed and kept his eyes straight ahead. A few tears trickled loose. His cock was still throbbing, and for the moment it still dribbled out a steady stream of semen.
        
       “Whuh…” Veemon woke for just a second from his daze, just enough for him to realize his arms were getting tired. Without a care, he collapsed right on top of his new lover. “W-wow, Davis…” With a quick roll, he thudded onto his side, and took Davis with him, knocking the Gatomon onto his back. “That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had.”
        
       Veemon didn’t even react when a paw struck his cheek a moment later. “Yeah, idiot, I know! I bet it was the only sex you’ve ever had.” Davis glared at his partner. Veemon lazily opened his eyes to glare back at the comment, but could only manage a sort of sleepy look, especially with such a handsome cat staring at him.
        
       “Well it was still the best!” The dragon stuck out his tongue. Davis responded with another smack. This time he punctuated it by finally pulling away though, and that finally got a rise out of Veemon, who lazily sat up now that his cock was exposed to the cold beach air.
        
       His eyes followed Davis the whole time as the cat clumsily got to a stand, tail and ass still dripping cum. Then, Davis turned around, that glare still on his face, but his eyes shining with something else. “It’s not gonna be for long though! Hurry and stand up! We’ve got a second round to get to, okay!” A smirk crossed his face, and a fang hung from the side of his mouth. He started to shake a bit as he watched Veemon groggily pull himself to a proper seat. “A-and I won the bet! So I get to be the one on top this time!”
       
       Veemon smirked right back at his partner and hopped to his feet. His cock twitched as he proudly displayed himself in front of the Gatomon, fists on his hips and legs spread proudly to hold his stance despite their shaking.  “Nice try, Davis! But I found the cuter Digimon!” Veemon chuckled, and his whole face lit up bright red. “So, I’m going again! This time I want to try the mouth okay?!” 
       
       Davis was still shaking, and the confident stance of his partner nearly threw him right off his feet. It did make him take a step back. “W-well that doesn’t-“ He tried to think of a counter argument, but his eyes wandered helplessly towards the Digimon’s dick. When he managed to pull his sight away and look Veemon in the eye again, he was actually thrown off his feet by the look in Veemon’s eyes. They were practically sparkling. 
       
       “Pretty please, Davis…” 
       
       Having barely caught himself, Davis couldn’t do anything but stare as Veemon clasped his hands together and came closer. He was shaking too much to hope to stand, and his eyes wandered back down to the pink flesh that was getting closer to his face by the second. “W-well… I can’t let a good pal down, I guess…”