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The evening of a harvest moon always got him aroused, he wanted to find a method of releasing this pent up anxiety and he was definitely not sure how exactly he'd be able to pull this off.\n\n\tEventually, the wolf happened upon a fork in the road; one direction led toward Weregarurumon's home, he'd be back in less than an hour and from that point he could think of some way to enjoy himself... but he was a risk taker. Weregarurumon took the left fork instead of the right fork, heading straight toward the darker woods and the hope for  a promiscuous adventure of his own. After about half a mile, the path began to get darker and darker, the reaches of the tree branches overhead stretching across the sky over his head stretching like long claws across the full, bright moon rising ahead of him. Weregarurumon swallowed nervously as he looked around, the air had grown colder, the fog rolling in bringing an uncomfortable moisture up his ankles. The slightest sounds had him turn rapidly around in his nervousness and he began to grow concerned that maybe this was a little too risky...\n\n\tTurning again he ran face-first into a massive chest that remained like a wall in his path as the wolf bounced back and landed on the ground. Looking up, he recognized the blue eyes peering at him in the darkening light. \"L-Leomon?\" He asked aloud.\n\n\tLeomon looked at Weregarurumon and sighed with a shake to his head before extending a claw own. \"Weregarurumon, what are you doing out here this late?\" He asked.\n\n\tWeregarurumon took the extended hand and was pulled abruptly back to his feet. \"I dunno.\" He said with a shrug. \"I just started out on a walk, a little detour heading home.\"\n\n\t\"Your home is in the opposite direction.\" Leomon raised an eyebrow. \"And you seemed somewhat distracted, did you need help getting back?\"\n\n\t\"No, no.\" Were shook his head and smiled. \"I just get a little erm... antsy around the harvest moon, that's all.\"\n\n\t\"Mm-hmm.\" Leomon said, noting the bulge pressing against the denim jeans the werewolf was wearing. \"So I've noticed.\"\n\n\tWeregarurumon followed the glance and blushed. \"Erhhhmm...\" He cleared his through nervously. \"Sorry about that.\"\n\n\tLeomon smiled. \"Don't be.\" He said, casually patting the Digimon's crotch. \"I understand what it's like to have needs and no way to let them out.\" Weregarurumon's breath skipped a moment as he felt the grope turn into a grab as Leomon gripped the bulge teasingly. Leomon's fingers deftly grasped the wolf's belt and tugged it aside, the massive paw dipping down and fondling the Digimon directly. He let out a soft rumbling noise from his throat. \"No underwear, somewhat risqué attire.\" He said, his fingers coiling around the cock base and gripping firmly. Weregarurmon whimpered and felt a bead of precum pour from the tip and drain down the edges of his shaft.\n\n\tLeomon lifted his hand from the pants and licked the leavings from his claw. He gently pushed Weregarurumon back to a seated position and unzipped the fly on the jeans, letting the wolf's meat spill out onto the ground. He chuckled deeply and lowered his muzzle to the tip. His warm breath sending shivers down Weregarurumon's spine before a long lick with the feline's rough tongue caused Were to sit back and shift uncomfortably close to his orgasm. Weregarurumon's mouth gaped open and he let out a soft pant as Leomon's lips wrapped around the tip, suddenly enveloping his cock with an indescribable warmth. Weregarurumon's chest lifted and fell sharply as the feline's lips rolled down along his shaft and back up again. Leomon was slow and deliberate and an expert in blowjobs apparently. His claw wrapped around the base of the Digimon's swollen glans and his mouth followed, the production of precum dripping down his lips didn't seem to distract the lion as his tongue corkscrewed its way up the soft flesh, his hand twisting in a downward position which made Weregarurumon almost completely recline onto the ground he let out a long groan and he growled. He let out a soft hissing sound from the sides of his jaw, his toes were curling forward, cutting small divots into the dirt path under him. Leomon's slow, sweet, gentle tonue was doing its job, it would only be a matter of seconds now...\n\n\tA strange sound emitted from the darkness suddenly, and Weregarurumon noticed Leomon's ears turn in its direction. He lifted his lips from the throbbing phallus and listened intently to the darkness. He groaned softly and looked at Weregarurumon. \"I... I hate to leave it like this--\"\n\n\t\"Then d-don't...\" Were whispered somewhat desperately.\n\n\t\"I wish I could. But that sound was the sound of the village I protect here.\" Leomon explained. \"There have been a rash of attacks lately, I can't just ignore them for this.\" He sighed and stood, producing a towel from his pocket that unfolded nicely for the wolf. \"You can use this to--erm... finish up.\" He said, handing the white cloth to the wolf. \"Next time, let's meet someplace less prone to interruptions.\" His half-smile faded as he stood up and he adjusted the obvious tent in his pants. \"Until next time?\" He left the sentence open for a moment.\n\n\tWeregarurumon forced a smile. \"Yes, until next time.\" He said with a nod.\n\n\tIn an instant, Leomon had disappeared and left the wolf half-naked on the road. Weregarurumon stood and cleaned up the mess that his precum had made of him before returning his member to his pants. There was no way he'd have the urge to get himself off just yet; he'd have to get home first.\n\n\tThe night air's chill was returning and Weregarurumon shivered slightly as he continued down the path toward the forest. There was a river in the forest that would lead him back toward his home once he crossed it. Leomon's slight distraction aside, it was still a beautiful night, and he wasn't about to be frightened out of it. He continued on quickly, soon the rubbing from his jean zipper lining had driven the erection away, spilling the rest of the stored precum into his pants and darkening them slightly at the bulge. He continued on anyway, watching the path as he walked and often finding himself counting the cracks in the sidewalk, watching the breeze send leaves across the path to his amusement. He paused though when he heard a strange sound of the wind.\n\n\tIt sounded like someone crying, just barely in Weregarurumon's registered range of hearing. His ears perked and turned at the noise, trying to differentiate it from the surrounding noises, but he knew he could definitely hear a sound of something crying off in the distance. He turned his gaze toward the woods and realized that whatever it was came from a very dark direction where even the light of the moon didn't seem to penetrate. He sighed and swallowed nervously, cocking his head to hear the sound more.\n\n\t\"Hello?\" He called off into the darkness. He listened for several moments and he sobbing started up again.\n\n\t\"Help... me...\" He could hear a whispering voice off in the darkness which unnerved Weregarurumon and made him take a step back. Could someone have wandered off the beaten trail and gotten lost in the woods? \"Please... help...\" The voice was still barely on the wind, there was something supernatural about it, but the wolf knew he couldn't ignore the pleading of someone in danger.\n\n\tWeregarurumon stepped from the trail and began to walk along the grassy hill toward the forest. A cool wind coming from the mouth of the forest made the fur on Weregarurumon's neck and shoulders flutter, a strong sense of urgency followed. His walk turned into a jog, which turned into a run. Before he realized it, Were found himself running hard into the complete pitch black of the forest that had laid before him. Perhaps he should have gone back to retrieve Leomon... or maybe he should have called on some of his friends, but the urgency in the voice he heard; he sensed that he had little time to do much else. As he made his way deeper into the darkened forest, he realized that how little light he had to work with and suddenly tripped over what felt like a log obstructing the path.\n\n\t\"Ahh! My straps!\" He cried out, realizing that a stray branch had torn off the shoulder pad and the belt he normally had strapped across his chest. He stood from the ground and felt the flap of his left arm's sleeve drop down over his wrist and he tore it free from the glove of his hand, discarding the sleeve into the darkness as well, he might as well be completely topless now. He rubbed what felt like a scratch on his chest, and kept moving onward. \"Hello?\" He called out into the darkness again. \"Hello? Are you there?!\" He called out more urgently this time, but received no response.\n\n\t\"Help... me...\" He heard after several minutes, the voice definitely seemed louder, though it still seemed to be only carried on a gust of wind that washed across the werewolf's back. He turned around abruptly.\n\n\t\"Yes! I want to help you! Please you must give me a clue to where you are!\" He shouted, but he received no response. Turning around again and again he couldn't help but suddenly feel like he was completely out of his league. The whispers on the wind had shifted and became an empty, cold breeze that chilled Weregarurumon's flesh under his fur.\n\n\t*CRACK! SNAP!* He heard the ground breaking as he took a step and suddenly Weregarurumon felt himself falling into the darkness under his feet. He cried out in shock and terror as he plunged down, and down until hitting water.\n\n\tWeregarurumon hadn't expected water, he barely managed to catch his breath before he inhaled it, but as he opened his eyes, he noticed that it also had some light filtered in; a strange, ambient fiery light that colored an ember shade to the water. Were noticed that below him was a seemingly impossibly deep chasm of water which grew colder and colder the further down he went. Instead he kicked his legs and swam upward to the dark shallows, emerging with a cough and a gasp of air. The air was stale, he sniffed it and couldn't help but be overcome with a strange feeling of foreboding as he crawled out of the water on his hands and knees. Looking around, he could see several strands of plants lining the walls of this cave, the glow was much more prominent now and he could see his hands clearly as he looked down at himself and shook them clean. Where had he fallen to now? Weregarurumon ran his hand along the fur on top of his head, draining the excess water from it as he stood up and could feel the stickiness of the mud under his toes as he waded through the small pond which didn't climb up past his ankles as he walked. Curiously, the wolf's claw tips ran along the strange dark vines, which illuminated slightly at his touch. The tunnel extended for a good meter above his head, though as he made his way along it, he noticed that it gradually seemed to get smaller and smaller in size. At first, it was hardly noticeable, then all of a sudden, the tunnel jumped down several feet in height and became a bit tighter around.\n\n\tThe light that filled the cavern remained its particularly dull fiery glow, but movements and flickers of light from the plants that he touched soon began to make the wolf uneasy in his travels through the cave. What was causing this light? He couldn't see anything on the suface, but now?\n\n\tHe felt a root catch under his foot and Weregarurumon stumbled forward. He splashed into the water and gagged at the bitter taste that filled his mouth on impact. Spitting the water out he sat down and spit to try and clear the flavor which seemed to get stuck on his tongue. He went to stand up again, but then realized the root around his foot wouldn't budge. 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As the light from ahead became clearer he could see that these \"plants\" looked rather dull in color, almost a gray or brown tone like they were dead or dying. But one thing was for certain; he needed to get away from them and fast.\n\n\tThe vines began to try covering the path in front of him, but Weregarurumon applied plenty of pressure in his tackle to rip completely through them. As the tunnel's dimensions grew tighter he found it more and more difficult to flee their grasp, and before he knew it, Weregarurumon's shoulders were running along the walls and he was ducking down to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling. The more of the tendrils he touched the more they seemed to spring to life and chase after him. Soon he found himself in quarters so tight that he had to literally squeeze through to the next section and very rapidly, he came to a small hole he knew *had* to be a way out. He dropped to all fours and pressed his shoulders through, he looked up to see that the room beyond opened up to an enormous cavern again, but his shoulders wouldn't quite fit past the small hole. He twisted to the side and grunted as he felt the plants behind him wrap around his left ankle and try to pull him back in. Thankfully this slip made him fit more easily through the hole and into the next room. He felt one of the plants slither up the cuff of his pants, tearing half the leg off as he finally pulled himself free and rolled into the second room. 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Whatever these ones were, they were very much alive and the glow at the end of each of the tendrils was ten times brighter than the dull representation from earlier. \"Oh.... shit...\" He whimpered before turning and starting to run.\n\n\tA tentacle shot through the water, sending up a wake before wrapping around Weregarurumon's ankle and tugging on it with a brutal force. Weregarurumon fell forward and splashed into the water again, this time the taste of the water was more potent and he could feel the sensation in his tongue dull quickly. He screamed as the tendril's grip tightened and he felt himself get pulled suddenly through the water and toward the mass of tentacles that had emerged from the deeper part of the water. They shot from everywhere, grappling him on his elbows, around his chest, pulling him into the air as they did so. The glowing parts of the tendrils ran along his fur and he felt a strangely warm sensation pouring off of them which made him gasp, but he wasn't sure whether it was out of surprise or intense pleasure. One of the tendrils wrapped around Weregarurumon's exposed nipple, a definite sensation of heat and pleasure shot through him this time, he was immediately hard under his jeans. The tendrils came in faster now, as if getting off on the sensations they were feeding him. They dropped him to the ground wrapping around his knees and shredding the pants apart along them. One of them slipped up the fabric and crawled as high as his waist before his belt stopped them. Instead, they pulsated outward, quickly tightening themselves against the jeans and shredding them relentlessly apart until only his belt and the top part of the pants remained.\n\n\tAs soon as Weregarurumon's cock emerged, several tendrils immediately took advantage of it while more tightened around his wrists and hands to keep him from fending them off. He felt the heat of pleasure burning along his length and Weregarurumon looked down to see them writhing along his shaft, a persistent and increasingly brighter glow from their ends pressing against his shaft which caused a heavy, persistent flow of precum to suddenly go spouting from his tip. The tentacles  seemed to revel in this, the tentacle on Were's nipple wrapping tightly around it which sent another feeling of pleasure down through his body as he was pulled taut against the tentacles arching his arms up into the air and those holding him fast to the ground. He closed his eyes and felt the tips of the tentacles around his cock press against the hole of his tip, furthermore tentacles that had found their way between his legs had begun to tug on his balls, practically dragging them down into the ground as he cried out again. He hissed and felt the tentacles enter the canal in his cock and he threw his head back as another encroaching set of tendrils began to roll up his thighs, he knew what was going to happen next, and there was no way to prepare for it but to be ready.\n\n\tThe tendrils coasted along his hole while another set framed his rump, using their friction to spread his cheeks apart and expose him even further. Weregarurumon suddenly found himself anticipating the penetration with a heavy desire, the pulsations in his cock kept him from cumming, but the pleasure sensations coming from tem were constant, he was afraid he would be too tense for the inevitable penetration. He felt the tendrils circling his hole, they seemed to emit some sort of moist substance that tingled as it struck, dulling the sensations pressing against his hole. Of course, the liquid he found himself in, it was some sort of saturation they gave off that dulled the sensations of pain, and the tendrils themselves gave off a light that intensified pleasure. He hadn't realized until that very moment that he had fallen prey to one of the most fabled creatures in the Digital World; the Tendrils of Desire. They were feeding off his pleasure, reveling every moment as the light of the harvest moon fed them like the sun would feed any sort of a plant. He felt the massive tangle of tentacles weave around itself and press forcibly into his hole. Weregarurumon clenched his teeth and pulled back on his arms, finding the tentacles unmoving and unrelenting in their hold on him. The tendrils filled his hole with heavy amounts of their fluids and only sent shots of pleasure up through the wolf's body which made him growl in the anticipation, he wanted to cum he was ready to release, but instead he felt the pleasure build up in him. The glowing ends of the tentacles touching every inch of his body, curling around his balls and shaft, which engorged with its knot, the slivers of them, which slipped in and out of his cock's tip, igniting his glans in an almost heavenly orgasmic feeling. He felt like he was cumming already and the orgasm just would not stop now.\n\n\tWeregarurumon's mouth fell open as he tried to scream his pleasure out, and found yet another tendril make its way in and down his throat. The tendril's glow flooded Weregarurumon's eyes from the inside as he felt his head tilted up and back and then a sudden ejaculation of some other strange fluid that filled his throat and soared down his gullet. The wolf could feel it shoved partway down his throat, but found that it wasn't choking him, he breathed heavily through his nostrils and simply allowed this to happen, it felt too good to ignore, and he knew that any efforts he made to escape it were futile. These were definitely more alive than the tendrils from the previous cavern, he reasoned that they probably migrated as they died off, there could be hundreds of miles of these tendrils here, waiting to pleasure or torture some victim with their needs to fill his or her desires. But right now, Weregarurumon was somewhere beyond the realm of reasoning, he only felt an intense, unsatisfied, unending pleasure that roared through his body, now especially after drinking of one of the tendrils. He tried to cry out, but his cries only sounded like strange, alien gurgles. He clenched his fists as the tendrils that had invaded his hole suddenly released the same hot liquid deep within his ass. The feeling flooded him, Weregarurumon could definitely smell something odd about what was filling him; it was some sort of a pheromone to help keep him docile as he was invaded heavily, but he wouldn't give it what it wanted, he couldn't give it what it wanted.\n\n\t\"NNNNGHHHH!\" His cry seemed to resound forever through the cavern as he felt himself cumming, but he couldn't see or feel anything ejaculate from his tip, he watched two more tendrils slip into the tip as if to catch the orgasm as it emerged, it took in the seed he tried to deposit and its grip wound much tighter around every part of his body. It kept happening; sudden ejaculations in his anus and throat, followed by an unseen orgasm by the wolf. Two, three, four times it occurred. Such an intense physical pleasure that made Weregarurmon  enjoy every single moment of it.\n\n\tFinally in a last ditch effort, he threw his head back and cried out again, suddenly orgasming so hard that his body shook violently. This time, the tendrils allowed his seed to pass through. He shot at least three feet in an arc in front of him. Weregarurumon had never seen such a display. The seed hit the water just beyond the dry area the tendrils had trapped him, and he watched it change colors from a dull ember color to a silvery color which flowed through the entire cavern.\n\n\tLooking up, Weregarurumon blinked the tears of pleasure from his eyes and saw that the passage at the top of the shaft was no longer illuminated by the light of the moon; the harvest moon had passed over, and the tendrils were finally beginning to slip into a hibernation mode. Slowly the tentacles began to lose their glow and slip from the various pores of his body, darkness began to fill the room and Were could feel his arms being released from their timely prison. As soon as all the sensations and the grip of the tendrils left him, Weregarurumon felt himself fall over sideways onto the cool hard ground; he closed his eyes and sleep suddenly followed him.\n\n\tThe sleep of the night passed over quickly, Weregarurumon didn't feel anything until he was awakened abruptly by the warmth of the sun on his fur. He grimmaced and awoke, finding himself outside and he hissed through the sides of his mouth as he realized the stretching pains that now plagued his body and he whimpered slightly. Opening his eyes, he realized he found himself outside the forest he'd entered the night before, his gloves, his ankle wraps and his belt with tatters of his pants the only articles of \"clothing\" remaining. He sat up and looked around. He could see the road he was traveling up, and he could see the path he took, but the black forest he'd seen the night before had vanished without a trace, instead he saw a clear, plain meadow next to where he was laying, and no evidence that a forest even actually existed there.\n\n\t\"Weregarurumon!\" A voice attracted Were's attention and he saw Leomon running toward him from the road. \"Weregarurumon! Are you alright?\" He yelled as he approached and crouched down over the wolf, placing a concerned hand on his hip. \"Speak to me!\"\n\n\t\"Uhm... \"woof\"?\" Were responded sarcastically with a grin on his face. \"I'm fine.\" He assured the lion.\n\n\t\"Are you sure? You're... you're lying out here naked!\"\n\n\t\"Yes, I'm fine.\" Weregarurumon smiled a bit, the memory of the evening before almost making him hard again. \"Just a--little tired is all.\" He took Leomon's hand and was pulled to his feet where he dusted himself off. \"Of course... I am feeling a little bit of a draft, I better get home and get some clothes on.\"\n\tLeomon grinned a bit. \"Well, I don't live very far from here.\" He said. \"And I do owe you for last night.\"\n\t\nWeregarurumon breathed intently for a moment, pondering the temptation and he grinned. \"Well, maybe if you keep up with me.\" He grinned evilly at the leonine Digimon and started toward the road, sure to display his assets to him as he walked away. Leomon, of course wasted no time in following. [/i]\n\n\n-----\n\n\n",
  "description_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>Art by Forge/Thewielder<br /><br />Story by Grifter Wolf! <br /><br /><em> <br />\tThe afternoon was falling toward evening as Weregarurumon was making his way home. He&#039;d spent most of the day with his friends, Wargreymon and Flamedramon and was definitely in the mood for some downtime after fighting off a virus infection of a nearby Koromon village. As he walked along the slowly warmly illuminated path, he yawned and stuck his hands in his pockets. His eyes were somewhat heavy and he began to slouch as he continued on through the forest. The cool evening air filled the Digimon&#039;s lungs with an invigorating scent that helped him to move onward.<br /><br />\tHe had begun to regret not wearing any undergarments, Weregarurumon had been feeling particularly--anxious about spending time with his friends, he&#039;d only hoped they would have been willing to partake in a little after party of their own. But sadly both of them had to head off in their own direction and the wolf was left alone. The evening of a harvest moon always got him aroused, he wanted to find a method of releasing this pent up anxiety and he was definitely not sure how exactly he&#039;d be able to pull this off.<br /><br />\tEventually, the wolf happened upon a fork in the road; one direction led toward Weregarurumon&#039;s home, he&#039;d be back in less than an hour and from that point he could think of some way to enjoy himself... but he was a risk taker. Weregarurumon took the left fork instead of the right fork, heading straight toward the darker woods and the hope for&nbsp;&nbsp;a promiscuous adventure of his own. After about half a mile, the path began to get darker and darker, the reaches of the tree branches overhead stretching across the sky over his head stretching like long claws across the full, bright moon rising ahead of him. Weregarurumon swallowed nervously as he looked around, the air had grown colder, the fog rolling in bringing an uncomfortable moisture up his ankles. The slightest sounds had him turn rapidly around in his nervousness and he began to grow concerned that maybe this was a little too risky...<br /><br />\tTurning again he ran face-first into a massive chest that remained like a wall in his path as the wolf bounced back and landed on the ground. Looking up, he recognized the blue eyes peering at him in the darkening light. &quot;L-Leomon?&quot; He asked aloud.<br /><br />\tLeomon looked at Weregarurumon and sighed with a shake to his head before extending a claw own. &quot;Weregarurumon, what are you doing out here this late?&quot; He asked.<br /><br />\tWeregarurumon took the extended hand and was pulled abruptly back to his feet. &quot;I dunno.&quot; He said with a shrug. &quot;I just started out on a walk, a little detour heading home.&quot;<br /><br />\t&quot;Your home is in the opposite direction.&quot; Leomon raised an eyebrow. &quot;And you seemed somewhat distracted, did you need help getting back?&quot;<br /><br />\t&quot;No, no.&quot; Were shook his head and smiled. &quot;I just get a little erm... antsy around the harvest moon, that&#039;s all.&quot;<br /><br />\t&quot;Mm-hmm.&quot; Leomon said, noting the bulge pressing against the denim jeans the werewolf was wearing. &quot;So I&#039;ve noticed.&quot;<br /><br />\tWeregarurumon followed the glance and blushed. &quot;Erhhhmm...&quot; He cleared his through nervously. &quot;Sorry about that.&quot;<br /><br />\tLeomon smiled. &quot;Don&#039;t be.&quot; He said, casually patting the Digimon&#039;s crotch. &quot;I understand what it&#039;s like to have needs and no way to let them out.&quot; Weregarurumon&#039;s breath skipped a moment as he felt the grope turn into a grab as Leomon gripped the bulge teasingly. Leomon&#039;s fingers deftly grasped the wolf&#039;s belt and tugged it aside, the massive paw dipping down and fondling the Digimon directly. He let out a soft rumbling noise from his throat. &quot;No underwear, somewhat risqu&eacute; attire.&quot; He said, his fingers coiling around the cock base and gripping firmly. Weregarurmon whimpered and felt a bead of precum pour from the tip and drain down the edges of his shaft.<br /><br />\tLeomon lifted his hand from the pants and licked the leavings from his claw. He gently pushed Weregarurumon back to a seated position and unzipped the fly on the jeans, letting the wolf&#039;s meat spill out onto the ground. He chuckled deeply and lowered his muzzle to the tip. His warm breath sending shivers down Weregarurumon&#039;s spine before a long lick with the feline&#039;s rough tongue caused Were to sit back and shift uncomfortably close to his orgasm. Weregarurumon&#039;s mouth gaped open and he let out a soft pant as Leomon&#039;s lips wrapped around the tip, suddenly enveloping his cock with an indescribable warmth. Weregarurumon&#039;s chest lifted and fell sharply as the feline&#039;s lips rolled down along his shaft and back up again. Leomon was slow and deliberate and an expert in blowjobs apparently. His claw wrapped around the base of the Digimon&#039;s swollen glans and his mouth followed, the production of precum dripping down his lips didn&#039;t seem to distract the lion as his tongue corkscrewed its way up the soft flesh, his hand twisting in a downward position which made Weregarurumon almost completely recline onto the ground he let out a long groan and he growled. He let out a soft hissing sound from the sides of his jaw, his toes were curling forward, cutting small divots into the dirt path under him. Leomon&#039;s slow, sweet, gentle tonue was doing its job, it would only be a matter of seconds now...<br /><br />\tA strange sound emitted from the darkness suddenly, and Weregarurumon noticed Leomon&#039;s ears turn in its direction. He lifted his lips from the throbbing phallus and listened intently to the darkness. He groaned softly and looked at Weregarurumon. &quot;I... I hate to leave it like this--&quot;<br /><br />\t&quot;Then d-don&#039;t...&quot; Were whispered somewhat desperately.<br /><br />\t&quot;I wish I could. But that sound was the sound of the village I protect here.&quot; Leomon explained. &quot;There have been a rash of attacks lately, I can&#039;t just ignore them for this.&quot; He sighed and stood, producing a towel from his pocket that unfolded nicely for the wolf. &quot;You can use this to--erm... finish up.&quot; He said, handing the white cloth to the wolf. &quot;Next time, let&#039;s meet someplace less prone to interruptions.&quot; His half-smile faded as he stood up and he adjusted the obvious tent in his pants. &quot;Until next time?&quot; He left the sentence open for a moment.<br /><br />\tWeregarurumon forced a smile. &quot;Yes, until next time.&quot; He said with a nod.<br /><br />\tIn an instant, Leomon had disappeared and left the wolf half-naked on the road. Weregarurumon stood and cleaned up the mess that his precum had made of him before returning his member to his pants. There was no way he&#039;d have the urge to get himself off just yet; he&#039;d have to get home first.<br /><br />\tThe night air&#039;s chill was returning and Weregarurumon shivered slightly as he continued down the path toward the forest. There was a river in the forest that would lead him back toward his home once he crossed it. Leomon&#039;s slight distraction aside, it was still a beautiful night, and he wasn&#039;t about to be frightened out of it. He continued on quickly, soon the rubbing from his jean zipper lining had driven the erection away, spilling the rest of the stored precum into his pants and darkening them slightly at the bulge. He continued on anyway, watching the path as he walked and often finding himself counting the cracks in the sidewalk, watching the breeze send leaves across the path to his amusement. He paused though when he heard a strange sound of the wind.<br /><br />\tIt sounded like someone crying, just barely in Weregarurumon&#039;s registered range of hearing. His ears perked and turned at the noise, trying to differentiate it from the surrounding noises, but he knew he could definitely hear a sound of something crying off in the distance. He turned his gaze toward the woods and realized that whatever it was came from a very dark direction where even the light of the moon didn&#039;t seem to penetrate. He sighed and swallowed nervously, cocking his head to hear the sound more.<br /><br />\t&quot;Hello?&quot; He called off into the darkness. He listened for several moments and he sobbing started up again.<br /><br />\t&quot;Help... me...&quot; He could hear a whispering voice off in the darkness which unnerved Weregarurumon and made him take a step back. Could someone have wandered off the beaten trail and gotten lost in the woods? &quot;Please... help...&quot; The voice was still barely on the wind, there was something supernatural about it, but the wolf knew he couldn&#039;t ignore the pleading of someone in danger.<br /><br />\tWeregarurumon stepped from the trail and began to walk along the grassy hill toward the forest. A cool wind coming from the mouth of the forest made the fur on Weregarurumon&#039;s neck and shoulders flutter, a strong sense of urgency followed. His walk turned into a jog, which turned into a run. Before he realized it, Were found himself running hard into the complete pitch black of the forest that had laid before him. Perhaps he should have gone back to retrieve Leomon... or maybe he should have called on some of his friends, but the urgency in the voice he heard; he sensed that he had little time to do much else. As he made his way deeper into the darkened forest, he realized that how little light he had to work with and suddenly tripped over what felt like a log obstructing the path.<br /><br />\t&quot;Ahh! My straps!&quot; He cried out, realizing that a stray branch had torn off the shoulder pad and the belt he normally had strapped across his chest. He stood from the ground and felt the flap of his left arm&#039;s sleeve drop down over his wrist and he tore it free from the glove of his hand, discarding the sleeve into the darkness as well, he might as well be completely topless now. He rubbed what felt like a scratch on his chest, and kept moving onward. &quot;Hello?&quot; He called out into the darkness again. &quot;Hello? Are you there?!&quot; He called out more urgently this time, but received no response.<br /><br />\t&quot;Help... me...&quot; He heard after several minutes, the voice definitely seemed louder, though it still seemed to be only carried on a gust of wind that washed across the werewolf&#039;s back. He turned around abruptly.<br /><br />\t&quot;Yes! I want to help you! Please you must give me a clue to where you are!&quot; He shouted, but he received no response. Turning around again and again he couldn&#039;t help but suddenly feel like he was completely out of his league. The whispers on the wind had shifted and became an empty, cold breeze that chilled Weregarurumon&#039;s flesh under his fur.<br /><br />\t*CRACK! SNAP!* He heard the ground breaking as he took a step and suddenly Weregarurumon felt himself falling into the darkness under his feet. He cried out in shock and terror as he plunged down, and down until hitting water.<br /><br />\tWeregarurumon hadn&#039;t expected water, he barely managed to catch his breath before he inhaled it, but as he opened his eyes, he noticed that it also had some light filtered in; a strange, ambient fiery light that colored an ember shade to the water. Were noticed that below him was a seemingly impossibly deep chasm of water which grew colder and colder the further down he went. Instead he kicked his legs and swam upward to the dark shallows, emerging with a cough and a gasp of air. The air was stale, he sniffed it and couldn&#039;t help but be overcome with a strange feeling of foreboding as he crawled out of the water on his hands and knees. Looking around, he could see several strands of plants lining the walls of this cave, the glow was much more prominent now and he could see his hands clearly as he looked down at himself and shook them clean. Where had he fallen to now? Weregarurumon ran his hand along the fur on top of his head, draining the excess water from it as he stood up and could feel the stickiness of the mud under his toes as he waded through the small pond which didn&#039;t climb up past his ankles as he walked. Curiously, the wolf&#039;s claw tips ran along the strange dark vines, which illuminated slightly at his touch. The tunnel extended for a good meter above his head, though as he made his way along it, he noticed that it gradually seemed to get smaller and smaller in size. At first, it was hardly noticeable, then all of a sudden, the tunnel jumped down several feet in height and became a bit tighter around.<br /><br />\tThe light that filled the cavern remained its particularly dull fiery glow, but movements and flickers of light from the plants that he touched soon began to make the wolf uneasy in his travels through the cave. What was causing this light? He couldn&#039;t see anything on the suface, but now?<br /><br />\tHe felt a root catch under his foot and Weregarurumon stumbled forward. He splashed into the water and gagged at the bitter taste that filled his mouth on impact. Spitting the water out he sat down and spit to try and clear the flavor which seemed to get stuck on his tongue. He went to stand up again, but then realized the root around his foot wouldn&#039;t budge. Confused, Weregarurumon tried to pull his paw loose and winced as he felt it grow even tighter. &quot;Hey! Get off!&quot; Weregarurumon growled as he tugged harder on his foot, finally getting the root to snap and allowing him to stand again. He gasped as he watched the plants along the walls wriggle and come to life. &quot;Wh-what the?&quot; He stepped back a few paces and watched the roots and the strands fall loose and hang in the air above his head, the tips of the tendrils seemed to emit some sort of a glow, which was very dull and very ominous. They suddenly came at him, making him turn around and run down the tunnel. He cried out as he felt them swipe so close to his feet that he could feel a cutting breeze that made his fur stand on end. As he ran down the tunnel at breakneck speed Weregarurumon avoided new plants which had peeled from the wall to strike at him. Fortunately for the wolf, they seemed just as brittle as the first set and he was able to knock them away pretty easily. As the light from ahead became clearer he could see that these &quot;plants&quot; looked rather dull in color, almost a gray or brown tone like they were dead or dying. But one thing was for certain; he needed to get away from them and fast.<br /><br />\tThe vines began to try covering the path in front of him, but Weregarurumon applied plenty of pressure in his tackle to rip completely through them. As the tunnel&#039;s dimensions grew tighter he found it more and more difficult to flee their grasp, and before he knew it, Weregarurumon&#039;s shoulders were running along the walls and he was ducking down to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling. The more of the tendrils he touched the more they seemed to spring to life and chase after him. Soon he found himself in quarters so tight that he had to literally squeeze through to the next section and very rapidly, he came to a small hole he knew *had* to be a way out. He dropped to all fours and pressed his shoulders through, he looked up to see that the room beyond opened up to an enormous cavern again, but his shoulders wouldn&#039;t quite fit past the small hole. He twisted to the side and grunted as he felt the plants behind him wrap around his left ankle and try to pull him back in. Thankfully this slip made him fit more easily through the hole and into the next room. He felt one of the plants slither up the cuff of his pants, tearing half the leg off as he finally pulled himself free and rolled into the second room. He watched for a few moments as the plants trying to push beyond the hole let out a long shrill noise before retreating back into the cave.<br /><br />\tFinally, Weregarurumon placed a hand on his chest and breathed slowly, enough to get his heart to stop racing and he was then able to turn his attention toward the room he found himself in.<br /><br />\tThe walls were extremely high in here and were concave, curving in toward a small point at the very top of the room. As he narrowed his eyes he could see the color that was flooding the cavern was the color filtering in from the harvest moon in the night sky outside. The light hadn&#039;t completely penetrated the hold yet, but he could still feel the chills of desire from the full moon coursing through his fur. He couldn&#039;t help but get hard on the sensation and as he felt the tent rise in his jeans, Weregarurumon silently chided Leomon for just leaving him high-and-wet like he had.<br /><br />\tHe heard his paws sloshing through the water and realized that complaining about that wouldn&#039;t get him anywhere, he knew if he could get home, have a good long jerk, he&#039;d forget all about the night&#039;s troubles which seemed to be getting worse and worse. There was a loud splash behind him, making Weregarurumon cringe and think to himself exactly how he&#039;d ended up in this mess and how things could get any worse.<br /><br />\tTurning around, Weregarurumon felt his jaw drop as the room behind him was suddenly flooded with long, thick, curling tendrils that didn&#039;t resemble the plants in the other room; these were vibrant and dark and green. Whatever these ones were, they were very much alive and the glow at the end of each of the tendrils was ten times brighter than the dull representation from earlier. &quot;Oh.... shit...&quot; He whimpered before turning and starting to run.<br /><br />\tA tentacle shot through the water, sending up a wake before wrapping around Weregarurumon&#039;s ankle and tugging on it with a brutal force. Weregarurumon fell forward and splashed into the water again, this time the taste of the water was more potent and he could feel the sensation in his tongue dull quickly. He screamed as the tendril&#039;s grip tightened and he felt himself get pulled suddenly through the water and toward the mass of tentacles that had emerged from the deeper part of the water. They shot from everywhere, grappling him on his elbows, around his chest, pulling him into the air as they did so. The glowing parts of the tendrils ran along his fur and he felt a strangely warm sensation pouring off of them which made him gasp, but he wasn&#039;t sure whether it was out of surprise or intense pleasure. One of the tendrils wrapped around Weregarurumon&#039;s exposed nipple, a definite sensation of heat and pleasure shot through him this time, he was immediately hard under his jeans. The tendrils came in faster now, as if getting off on the sensations they were feeding him. They dropped him to the ground wrapping around his knees and shredding the pants apart along them. One of them slipped up the fabric and crawled as high as his waist before his belt stopped them. Instead, they pulsated outward, quickly tightening themselves against the jeans and shredding them relentlessly apart until only his belt and the top part of the pants remained.<br /><br />\tAs soon as Weregarurumon&#039;s cock emerged, several tendrils immediately took advantage of it while more tightened around his wrists and hands to keep him from fending them off. He felt the heat of pleasure burning along his length and Weregarurumon looked down to see them writhing along his shaft, a persistent and increasingly brighter glow from their ends pressing against his shaft which caused a heavy, persistent flow of precum to suddenly go spouting from his tip. The tentacles&nbsp;&nbsp;seemed to revel in this, the tentacle on Were&#039;s nipple wrapping tightly around it which sent another feeling of pleasure down through his body as he was pulled taut against the tentacles arching his arms up into the air and those holding him fast to the ground. He closed his eyes and felt the tips of the tentacles around his cock press against the hole of his tip, furthermore tentacles that had found their way between his legs had begun to tug on his balls, practically dragging them down into the ground as he cried out again. He hissed and felt the tentacles enter the canal in his cock and he threw his head back as another encroaching set of tendrils began to roll up his thighs, he knew what was going to happen next, and there was no way to prepare for it but to be ready.<br /><br />\tThe tendrils coasted along his hole while another set framed his rump, using their friction to spread his cheeks apart and expose him even further. Weregarurumon suddenly found himself anticipating the penetration with a heavy desire, the pulsations in his cock kept him from cumming, but the pleasure sensations coming from tem were constant, he was afraid he would be too tense for the inevitable penetration. He felt the tendrils circling his hole, they seemed to emit some sort of moist substance that tingled as it struck, dulling the sensations pressing against his hole. Of course, the liquid he found himself in, it was some sort of saturation they gave off that dulled the sensations of pain, and the tendrils themselves gave off a light that intensified pleasure. He hadn&#039;t realized until that very moment that he had fallen prey to one of the most fabled creatures in the Digital World; the Tendrils of Desire. They were feeding off his pleasure, reveling every moment as the light of the harvest moon fed them like the sun would feed any sort of a plant. He felt the massive tangle of tentacles weave around itself and press forcibly into his hole. Weregarurumon clenched his teeth and pulled back on his arms, finding the tentacles unmoving and unrelenting in their hold on him. The tendrils filled his hole with heavy amounts of their fluids and only sent shots of pleasure up through the wolf&#039;s body which made him growl in the anticipation, he wanted to cum he was ready to release, but instead he felt the pleasure build up in him. The glowing ends of the tentacles touching every inch of his body, curling around his balls and shaft, which engorged with its knot, the slivers of them, which slipped in and out of his cock&#039;s tip, igniting his glans in an almost heavenly orgasmic feeling. He felt like he was cumming already and the orgasm just would not stop now.<br /><br />\tWeregarurumon&#039;s mouth fell open as he tried to scream his pleasure out, and found yet another tendril make its way in and down his throat. The tendril&#039;s glow flooded Weregarurumon&#039;s eyes from the inside as he felt his head tilted up and back and then a sudden ejaculation of some other strange fluid that filled his throat and soared down his gullet. The wolf could feel it shoved partway down his throat, but found that it wasn&#039;t choking him, he breathed heavily through his nostrils and simply allowed this to happen, it felt too good to ignore, and he knew that any efforts he made to escape it were futile. These were definitely more alive than the tendrils from the previous cavern, he reasoned that they probably migrated as they died off, there could be hundreds of miles of these tendrils here, waiting to pleasure or torture some victim with their needs to fill his or her desires. But right now, Weregarurumon was somewhere beyond the realm of reasoning, he only felt an intense, unsatisfied, unending pleasure that roared through his body, now especially after drinking of one of the tendrils. He tried to cry out, but his cries only sounded like strange, alien gurgles. He clenched his fists as the tendrils that had invaded his hole suddenly released the same hot liquid deep within his ass. The feeling flooded him, Weregarurumon could definitely smell something odd about what was filling him; it was some sort of a pheromone to help keep him docile as he was invaded heavily, but he wouldn&#039;t give it what it wanted, he couldn&#039;t give it what it wanted.<br /><br />\t&quot;NNNNGHHHH!&quot; His cry seemed to resound forever through the cavern as he felt himself cumming, but he couldn&#039;t see or feel anything ejaculate from his tip, he watched two more tendrils slip into the tip as if to catch the orgasm as it emerged, it took in the seed he tried to deposit and its grip wound much tighter around every part of his body. It kept happening; sudden ejaculations in his anus and throat, followed by an unseen orgasm by the wolf. Two, three, four times it occurred. Such an intense physical pleasure that made Weregarurmon&nbsp;&nbsp;enjoy every single moment of it.<br /><br />\tFinally in a last ditch effort, he threw his head back and cried out again, suddenly orgasming so hard that his body shook violently. This time, the tendrils allowed his seed to pass through. He shot at least three feet in an arc in front of him. Weregarurumon had never seen such a display. The seed hit the water just beyond the dry area the tendrils had trapped him, and he watched it change colors from a dull ember color to a silvery color which flowed through the entire cavern.<br /><br />\tLooking up, Weregarurumon blinked the tears of pleasure from his eyes and saw that the passage at the top of the shaft was no longer illuminated by the light of the moon; the harvest moon had passed over, and the tendrils were finally beginning to slip into a hibernation mode. Slowly the tentacles began to lose their glow and slip from the various pores of his body, darkness began to fill the room and Were could feel his arms being released from their timely prison. As soon as all the sensations and the grip of the tendrils left him, Weregarurumon felt himself fall over sideways onto the cool hard ground; he closed his eyes and sleep suddenly followed him.<br /><br />\tThe sleep of the night passed over quickly, Weregarurumon didn&#039;t feel anything until he was awakened abruptly by the warmth of the sun on his fur. He grimmaced and awoke, finding himself outside and he hissed through the sides of his mouth as he realized the stretching pains that now plagued his body and he whimpered slightly. Opening his eyes, he realized he found himself outside the forest he&#039;d entered the night before, his gloves, his ankle wraps and his belt with tatters of his pants the only articles of &quot;clothing&quot; remaining. He sat up and looked around. He could see the road he was traveling up, and he could see the path he took, but the black forest he&#039;d seen the night before had vanished without a trace, instead he saw a clear, plain meadow next to where he was laying, and no evidence that a forest even actually existed there.<br /><br />\t&quot;Weregarurumon!&quot; A voice attracted Were&#039;s attention and he saw Leomon running toward him from the road. &quot;Weregarurumon! Are you alright?&quot; He yelled as he approached and crouched down over the wolf, placing a concerned hand on his hip. &quot;Speak to me!&quot;<br /><br />\t&quot;Uhm... &quot;woof&quot;?&quot; Were responded sarcastically with a grin on his face. &quot;I&#039;m fine.&quot; He assured the lion.<br /><br />\t&quot;Are you sure? You&#039;re... you&#039;re lying out here naked!&quot;<br /><br />\t&quot;Yes, I&#039;m fine.&quot; Weregarurumon smiled a bit, the memory of the evening before almost making him hard again. &quot;Just a--little tired is all.&quot; He took Leomon&#039;s hand and was pulled to his feet where he dusted himself off. &quot;Of course... I am feeling a little bit of a draft, I better get home and get some clothes on.&quot;<br />\tLeomon grinned a bit. &quot;Well, I don&#039;t live very far from here.&quot; He said. &quot;And I do owe you for last night.&quot;<br />\t<br />Weregarurumon breathed intently for a moment, pondering the temptation and he grinned. &quot;Well, maybe if you keep up with me.&quot; He grinned evilly at the leonine Digimon and started toward the road, sure to display his assets to him as he walked away. Leomon, of course wasted no time in following. </em><br /><br /><br />-----<br /><br /><br /></span>",
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