Flamedramon stretched upward, estimating Digitamamon would probably want to do an hour more of service. They couldn’t close too late, with their guest bed being rented tonight. It would be best if Flamedramon cleaned up and helped out for the rest of the night. That way he could rest up to be at his best for their guests, and Digitamamon wouldn’t have to close up on his own. 

“Woof! Someone’s been busy back here!” came a sassy, playful voice. Flamedramon turned his head, looking to the corner opposite the one Renamon had gone around moments ago. Flamedramon spotted a red dinosaur digimon and huffed. Guilmon had his head turned up, sniffing at the air. 

Flamedramon turned fully to face Guilmon proper. When Guilmon’s yellow eyes fixed on Flamedramon, the widened and the dinosaur’s jaw dropped a little. 

“Wow! You’re a mess!” Guilmon playfully noted after staring. “No wonder Digitamamon said you could use a snack.” The Guilmon’s playful grin made Flamedramon roll his eyes. The Guilmon wasn’t his most frequent customer, but one he was very familiar with none the less. Flamedramon watched as the Guilmon paced along the back of the house, hopping up and grabbing onto the table Renamon’s gloves had been on just a moment ago. For a moment he had to wonder why he’d gotten nothing but rookies that day.

Guilmon pulled himself up onto the table, folding his arms atop one another at the far side, claws gripping to the edge. He lifted himself up onto his knees, feet hanging off the side of the table closer to Flamedramon. Guilmon lifted his tail and turned back to look over his shoulder at Flamedramon simultaneously. 

“Eat up!” he playfully chirped, swaying his ass and tail side to side, showing off a well-trained tail hole. Guilmon turned his head back forward, resting his jaw on his folded arms. He purred and hummed to himself, tail tip dipping to one side, then the other, as he patiently waited to be served. 

Flamedramon looked back up to the camera and narrowed his eyes. He didn’t have to mouth any words for Digitamamon to know what he was thinking. Flamedramon was sure he could hear Digitamamon laughing from within. He rolled his eyes and walked to the table, putting a hand on each cheek of Guilmon’s ass. 

Guilmon turned his head, resting cheek along his forearm so he could peek back at Flamedramon. “You don’t have to rim me much if your tongue’s tired. You know I’m really here is to get some Flamedramon tail.” 

Flamedramon used his grip to further spread Guilmon’s ass, pushing Guilmon’s hips upward. Leaning in, Flamedramon peeked at Guilmon’s undercarriage. There was the subtle lump of his testes, then his slit. The tip of Guilmon’s shaft was already peeking free. With Guilmon that eager, it would be an easy job. 

“My tongue’s just fine, it’s my slit that’s sore.” Flamedramon rumbled, lifting his muzzle. “Here I was thinking you’d forgotten about me. Or found a better, hotter, Flamedramon.”

Guilmon had visited enough times that Flamedramon was comfortable teasing the rookie. With how casual they were, and the playful banter they had, the two might as well have been the on and off booty call or fuck buddies. That is, if Guilmon wasn’t paying for it. 

“Just busy. And there isn’t a hotter Flamedramon than you out there. I’ve looked.” Guilmon swayed his hips side-to-side teasingly. “You hungry or not?” 

Flamedramon rolled his eyes. Really, it was a bit of a treat. The majority of Flamedramon’s customers wanted his ass or some kinky fun. It was rare he got to enjoy eating some ass, or rarer still, unloading in one. And Guilmon had a fine example. Flamedramon teased his muzzle along the sweat-slick under tail. A vertical coin slot, spread open from his grip and a long history of toys and mon hung far better than Flamedramon. The dark slot was surrounded by tender pink flesh that faded into the white typical of Guilmon. 

Flamedramon took a slow, deep breath, letting his senses adjust to his newest client. Guilmon was prepared to be rimmed, but the intense spice of dinosaur digimon still hit Flamedramon strong. 

“Sweaty enough for you?” Guilmon teased, resting his chin back on his forearms. He was already letting out a low growling sound, a sure sign he was eager to get down to business. The head of Guilmon’s shaft had already slipped free, the spikes at the back of the pointed glans flaring and relaxing. 

Flamedramon skipped responding verbally. Instead, he slapped his tongue up, just under and between Guilmon’s testes bulges, then dragged it upward. Guilmon let out a soft coo sound, gripping tighter on the table and shivering. “Ohhh…” he whined, as Flamedramon’s tongue tip dragged across the inner rim, just barely not sinking in as it passed. 

It hit harder than the sniff, the intense taste of a digimon more feral in nature. Raw musk, sweat he was sure Guilmon had built up on purpose, and a poignant mix of male spice dazzled his tongue just as it had his sinuses. It was always impressive, even after all his times with Guilmon. Flamedramon loved it, and eagerly pushed his open muzzle to Guilmon’s booty, dragging his tongue the same path again, and a little higher up the tail’s underside. 

Guilmon couldn’t be more different than the Renamon Flamedramon’s had just served. Flamedramon’s third lick made Guilmon squeak, followed by a drawn out groan, “Oh yeah…”. He rumbled and purred, grinding back into the tip of Flamedramon’s tongue as it teased up and down, just gently brushing. 

Flamedramon’s tongue pulled away, admiring the now slick and glistening passage. He licked his lips, the acclimated to the brand of his current customer. 

“C’monnnn, don’t tease me.” Guilmon pleaded, his ass giving another sway side-to-side. Up front, one arm had lifted, the large Guilmon mit covering the dino’s face. Below, Flamedramon spotted Guilmon’s exotic shaft swaying between his legs, half out. Guilmon were real beasts, often exceptionally hung for both a rookie and their four foot height. Atop that, a mixture of ridges, fleshy barbs, and a significant flaring when they came made a Guilmon a bit much for most to handle. 

Not for Flamedramon. He pushed his tongue out, down between Guilmon’s thighs. His tongue met the belly of Guilmon’s dick with a wet ‘splat’. He dragged it, pressing firmly upward, across meaty, thick ridge after ridge. He felt the cock pushing forward, finishing its journey out of Guilmon’s slit as his tongue met the root of it. He kept dragging, between the two orb bulges, along taint, up to the dinosaur Digimon’s tail hole again. He pressed so hard, with the flat of his tongue, grinding it. He felt Guilmon’s entrance give way, but not nearly enough to take his tongue as it was positioned. 

The grinding tongue earned a bubbling giggle and moans from the other end of Guilmon, and a distinct ‘splat’ as his hips thrust, slapping the belly of his cock to the table. Flamedramon went in for the kill, pressing his lips to the spread orifice, muzzle open just enough for his tongue to thrust forward. Orientated that way, Guilmon’s hole didn’t give the slightest resistance. His tongue sunk into Guilmon’s silky depths. A familiar path his tongue had traveled many times before. 

Flamedramon’s tongue sunk in, deeper and deeper, until his jaw was pressed against taint firm as it could be, his tongue extended far as he could. He swirled it around, swathing it with Flamedramon drool and affection. Flamedramon pulled his tongue back and jammed it back in, pushing downward, to rub his tongue roughly over the bulge of Guilmon’s prostate. 

Guilmon was squeaking out in pleasure, mixed with audible jets of pre onto the table’s top. Flamedramon tilted his head to glance up, confirming Guilmon’s head was resting atop one arm, the other over Guilmon’s muzzle and face. The blush, the giggling, all the squirming and hip gyrations. They encouraged Flamedramon so, filling him with pride at his craft, with passion still burning from his day of debauchery. 

Flamedramon slurped his tongue out, giving a wide lick around Guilmon’s hole. He pressed his muzzle tip to it again, taking a short break to breath, letting his tongue rest. Guilmon’s giggling died down to shallow panting, his hips giving another sway. Flamedramon responded by digging his fingers in, claws teasing at Guilmon’s resilient skin. Just as he squeezed, Flamedramon shoved his tongue back in. 

Guilmon arched his back hard, head going up and shaft thrusting against the smooth table top. Flamedramon had gone all-in, nailing Guilmon right on the prostate. 

“Enough! S… stop, I’m gonna cum…” Guilmon pleaded, his stretchy backside clenching down on Flamedramon’s tongue. Flamedramon gave in to the request, letting his tongue soften and pull free again. Guilmon slumped back, sitting on his ankles, still panting. His tongue hung from the side of his muzzle as he concentrated, pulling himself back from the brink of orgasm. 

“Definitely… the best Flamedramon out there, for sure…” Guilmon giggled with his lauding of Flamedramon. Flamedramon stood up, giving Guilmon’s ass a last squeeze before letting go. 

“You know it.” Flamedramon proudly quipped. He went over to the table with all the supplies, grabbing a larger towel before laying it out on the grass. He started to get down on it, pausing there to watch Guilmon slide off the table. A large puddle of pre was left behind, several thick bridges stretching between it and Guilmon’s monstrous shaft. They broke as the distance grew too far and Guilmon’s feet met ground once more. Flamedramon eyed Guilmon’s unique cock, reaching nearly to his biohazard symbol as he stood proper. 

As Guilmon came over, Flamedramon got down onto hand and knee. Then he folded his arms, resting his chin on them, pressing his chest to the towel. He widened his stance a bit, then lifted the tail up against his back. The pose was nearing the point of discomfort, but Flamedramon’s flexibility managed the pose well enough to get fucked by a digimon who’s crotch was barely over a foot off the ground. 

As expected, it wasn’t a cock he felt first. Little puffs of air teased under his tail. 

“Are you lubed?” Guilmon asked curiously, sniffing a couple more times. 

“Yup. It’s the kind you like. Flavorless, edible. Have at it.” Flamedramon rumbled. A delighted squeak escaped Guilmon right before his tongue dragged along Flamedramon’s tail hole. It wasn’t quite a coincidence. It was what Flamedramon used most often. It was the most inoffensive to him and customer alike, particularly when someone wanted to rim him. But making his customers know they were each a special, treasured encounter to Flamedramon… that kept the money flowing. 

Only one lick, then Guilmon drove his tongue hard into the Flamedramon. A low ‘mmmh’ escaped from the dragon as dinosaur tongue raked along his rectum. It flailed about within him, pulled out, sunk back in, and swirled around inside. He was plenty tight still, thanks to good care and dedication. A couple thrusts of tongue-fucking followed, then Guilmon stood back up to admire his work. 

“Gentle?” Guilmon cooed, hands wrapping around Flamedramon’s tail as he stepped closer. He hugged the tail to his chest and belly, both of his chunky paws holding atop its base. 

“Nah.” Flamedramon responded. With a wicked shaft such as Guilmon’s, it was always a good idea to check. But Flamedramon hadn’t had any backdoor use that day, and he was sure he could handle it rougher. Tight as the barely-pink pucker looked, it was also pliable. He’d taken shafts far larger than Guilmon’s, and sometimes two at once. Scary as the cock rubbing up and down his cleft might look to many, Flamedramon was quite prepared to take it. 

A frustrated grunt came from Guilmon. His curved shaft kept slipping out of place rather than sinking in. One of his hands left Flamedramon’s tail to grip his shaft between two claws. He held it steady, the tip pushed to Flamedramon’s anus. Keeping his claws in place, Guilmon pushed forward, the pointed tip hitting the mark and sinking in. 

It was a delightful sensation, being spread wider and wider, then pop! The back of the glans was in. The cock flexed, the corona of the shaft spreading a little, a tease of the spiked flare it would give later. Guilmon sighed contently, returning his paw to stack atop the other at Flamedramon’s tail base. He leaned forward, powerful legs yielding a hard thrust into the dragon. The length sunk in easily, Flamedramon feeling the entry of each thick, fleshy barb, each firm ridge, the lazy ‘S’ curve the shaft naturally made. 

Flamedramon had little time to savor Guilmon deep inside him. The rookie was quick to pull back, ridges each giving a little tug to the rim of Flamedramon’s tail hole, each fleshy spike dragging along his insides. Guilmon quickly thrust in again, beginning a steady rhythm of thrusting. Despite the difference in size, Flamedramon still had to brace with his arms a little. The Guilmon was a rough lover, something Flamedramon appreciated on days he wasn’t sore. 

Guilmon bit down on Flamedramon’s tail with practiced precision. Not hard enough to hurt, not with a tooth digging uncomfortably into the tail. Just a growly, dominating bite as he savagely thrust away. A cacophony of grunting, wet fucking sounds, and the distinct ‘slap’ of dinosaur crotch against dragon ass rang out. If Guilmon hadn’t been biting on Flamedramon’s tail, it would have been much louder, as Flamedramon had discovered on their first session. Alerting guests to the acts going on behind the house was to be avoided. Tail biting was a preferable alternative. 

As eager as Guilmon had been on approach, and how long it had been since his last visit, Flamedramon had guessed they wouldn’t be at it long. He was impressed as Guilmon mouthed along his tail, humping away will full gusto, and still showing no sign of stopping. Flamedramon settled in, enjoying the way his insides were filled and worked by Guilmon. If it was a larger digimon, he’d probably be uncomfortable. But the heat, the internal massage, it all felt quite pleasant. 

As Guilmon continued, Flamedramon could feel heat dribbling down his front. His slit was leaking small amounts of Renamon’s seed- and probably some pre he was leaking- worked free by the thrusting just beyond his slit. Flamedramon grinned, thinking about all he had enjoyed that day, and more was still to come. His shaft was so sensitive, his internal balls sore with need to release their load. He could feel Renamon’s seed, how his shaft was soaking in it, how his downward position was causing it to pool around the base of his shaft. Flamedramon wasn’t sure he’d last more than seconds when Digitamamon finally gave him release. 

Flamedramon’s attention returned to his customer as a harder bite landed on his tail. Guilmon stepped forward, planting his foot past Flamedramon’s thigh, beside his belly. The change in position made Guilmon pin Flamedramon’s tail up, against his back, and let the Guilmon thrust harder, deeper, really grinding slit lips to the stretched rim of Flamedramon’s hole. 

Just a few sloppy thrusts later, along with the hardest bite Flamedramon would allow on his tail, and the Guilmon climaxed. Flamedramon dug his claws into the towel below him, hissing in pleasure. Each customer was a unique experience, a special intimacy all their own. But some stood considerably further into the realm of unique. The hot seed filling Flamedramon’s bowels was more familiar. The shaft inside him was far different than most he took. The ribbed belly had firmed up, grinding against his prostate and rectum wall. Fleshy nubs had firmed, teasing and working along the other side. And the flare, spreading wide, stretching one point so distinctly. The cum it gushed could only flow deeper and deeper. Even the familiar sensation of being filled had its own distinct Guilmon quality.

Guilmon’s bite disengaged Flamedramon’s tail. A few affectionate licks followed, as though apologizing to the tail for his roughness. Guilmon’s flaring was rather brief, and after a couple moments he could pull out from Flamedramon and take a step back. His load was buried so deep, there wasn’t even a dribble of seed. The only evidence Guilmon had been there was the pucker being slightly lax, just a bit of darkness visible from the relaxed state. 

Guilmon patted Flamedramon’s lower back, around his tail base. “Thanks bud. Needed that.” He rumbled. He stepped further back, lifting the far end of the towel and using it to clean off his cock. It was quite a chore, running the cloth under each ridge and behind the head. 

By the time Guilmon finished cleaning his cock was halfway back inside and Flamedramon was resting on his hip. The blue dragon took a breath, stood up, and stretched his legs to rid the tightness of holding his lowered pose. As Flamedramon bent down to pick up the towel, Guilmon swiped one last lick up under the dragon’s tail. The Guilmon’s love of ass far beyond a fetish, something he enjoyed any opportunity he could. 

Guilmon giggled, “I’ll catch ya soon!” before he headed back around the front of the house. 

The sun had set a bit ago, leaving the world a dusky blue. Flamedramon folded the towel so the mess was at the center, the outside clean. He walked up to the back door, pulling it open and stepping inside. He spotted Digitamamon putting items into the industrial refrigerator. A peek out the service `doors to the patio showed the rolling doors shut. They were closed for the night. 

Flamedramon tossed the towel toward the laundry machines and walked up behind Digitamamon. He hugged around the egg, kissing atop it. 

“I am soooo full of cum right now.” The dragon groaned, a distinct pleasure in his voice. 

“Such a good digital cum dump. You better be hungry for more. Your twins await. They’ve been doing shots and talking up how they’re going to wreck you since the bar closed.”

Flamedramon grinned. “They can try. Hope they won’t be too crushed when they fail.”

“I don’t know if you should be so confident…” Digitamamon retorted, the playful- and wicked- tone in his voice giving Flamedramon a pause. 

Flamedramon walked over to the service doors, getting a better view out the round window in each. He could feel Digitamamon come up behind him, arms wrapping around his waist. 

“Seems you got an… upgrade for the night.” Digitamamon teased, timed to his fingers teasing Flamedramon’s cummy slit. Flamedramon’s eyes widened a little as they fell on their overnight guests. They were not two Strikedramon. Resting at the bar, with shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey between them, rested two Cyberdramon. 

“Well… fuck.” Flamedramon mumbled, followed by Digitamamon’s laughter.