Flamedramon looked past the bar, out of the large doorways, out to the outdoor sitting and beyond. The day had hit that point of orange and gold splendor cascading through the trees. Warm, soft shadows danced over the outdoor seating area, and the digimon occupying it. The inner area had its standard lighting. Neither seating area was particularly crowded, though. There was always the ‘fall slump’ in business. Atop that, the ‘secret menu’ wasn’t being served that day. 

Flamedramon turned, going to the service counter and cleaning up between orders. The poor mon had had a rough few days, and decided to take a few off his other ‘job’. Certainly, many customers made Flamedramon’s side job as a prostitute a little slice of heaven. Particularly his regulars, and those who aligned with his tastes. But, like any job, there were days where it was just work. Or where work was the worst. Things had by no means be the worst lately but Flamedramon was sore, his batteries depleted, and just wanted to make guys smile the bartender way. 

“I love the partial armor.” Teased a sweet voice behind Flamedramon. A rookie, from the sound of it. Even if he wasn’t actively offering his secret menu, Flamedramon would never turn down the chance to be eye candy. That was exactly why Flamedramon wore naught but the black leather belt straps and his mask armor. His tail lifted a little, slowly swaying side-to-side, sending ripples along its length.

“Why thank you. I’m glad you like it.” Flamedramon purred in response, crouching down. He pulled free a couple prepared bowls of snack mix, setting them on the prep counter. Standing, he reached over the shelf to grab a couple wine glasses for the order he was on. 

“He was right. You are … impossibly cute.” Chimed the voice again. Flamedramon laughed, pulling free a bottle from the lower shelves. He lifted the tray he held, turning and setting it on the bar. Finally, he could see the flirtatious customer… and Flamedramon actually paused in surprise. An Impmon was standing on a barstool, leaning atop the bar. But the Impmon wasn’t quite what Flamedramon knew an Impmon to be. 

“And which ‘he’ are you referring to?” Flamedramon asked, keeping that sweet, flirtatious tone up while he filled the wine glasses. Flamedramon moved one snack mix off the tray, placing one in front of the modified Impmon. The other stayed on the tray, with the two glasses of red wine. Flamedramon made a soft, double smooch sound. Digitamamon was watching the customers from the other side of the bar. At the sound, Digitamamon turned, reached out for the tray, and took it off to the table that requested service. 

For some reason, the digimodified Impmon hadn’t responded, only waited and watched. When Flamedramon returned his gaze to the customer, he was about repeat the question… but was distracted. Over the Impmon’s back, and past his tail, was an adorable Monodramon. A familiar Monodramon. It had been months since Flamedramon was the bridge between Ace and Zed, but Flamedramon would recognize Zed forever after that session. 

“Yup. That’s the ‘he’.” The Impmon playfully chirped, working down the stool to sit on it, rather than stand. They placed their hands on the bar. “You have time to join us for a bit? Or I could call Zed over to sit at the bar with us. I’m Puck, by the way!” The Impmon cheerfully shared, holding out their paw. Without its gloves, the paw was clearly digimodified. Softly, fleshy, pads, as opposed to plain purple paws most Impmon sported.  

Flamedramon regained his composure, reaching out to take the paw and shake it. He smiled affectionately to Zed, and continued to do so as he looked to Puck, nodding his head. “A pleasure to meet you, Puck! Flamedramon, though I’m sure you know that at this point.” Flamedramon kept an even voice, even while he marveled at Puck’s paw. The beans were so warm and plush against his palm. 

“Go ahead. The bar’s pretty dead, I can finish the night.” Digitamamon’s gravelly voice offered as the egg digimon returned to the bar. “I doubt there’ll be more than a few rounds left… Most them are about ready to head off and get it on at their own place anyway.”

Flamedramon chuckled, looking back to Puck. Their paws still holding each other’s. The digimodified mon still had that characteristic ‘Impmon’ smile. 

“Seems I’m free.” Flamedramon rumbled, their paws finally separating. “I would be happy to join you two. Can I bring over any drinks? Zed’s earned a few on the house.” 

“Oh, hell yeah! I like fruity stuff. You probably already know what to bring for Zed?” Puck stuck out his purple, forked tongue. 

“Yeah, I’m good there. Alright, I’ll be right over in a minute.” Flamedramon purred, turning back to the prep counter. He prepared a few things, getting everything set on a tray. Puck had returned to their seat, but both Puck and Zed were watching the Flamedramon studiously, eager for him to join. 

Of course, Flamedramon took his time. Preparing everything, speaking with Digitamamon several times as he worked. Glancing over to the purple rookie pair now and then. A teasing, smug, mischievous smile on Flamedramon’s snout. Puck gave up, relaxing back in their seat. Feet kicked up on the table, hands behind their head. 

“He’ll show up when he does.” 

Zed, however, kept glancing over. Anticipation tickled in his stomach, a nervous, bashful eagerness he hadn’t felt since… he de-Digivolved to Monodramon in the shower. No… since he woke up Veemon, later that night. 

“Sorry for the delay, my sweet rookies.” Flamedramon crooned affectionately, setting several items on the table. A drink for each, and a set of napkins; then a cheese board, a bowl of some sort of balls with dark red seasoning over them, and a slice of strawberry cake. With the luxurious spread placed, Flamedramon waved his paw past the candles on the table, lighting them. The dim lighting of the interior bar was significantly improved. Flamedramon tossed the serving tray over his shoulder, Digitamamon catching it from behind the bar. 

Finally, Flamedramon could relax. That serving tray had been his final ‘on the clock’ act, and he clocked out fast. Puck and Zed had settled into one of the more intimate areas, a semi-circle booth closer to the bar. The booth could sit six or seven rookies, to a couple larger digimon. Flamedramon scooted into one side, opposite where Zed and Puck were huddled together. 

All three regarded one another for a moment. Flamedramon took the opportunity to speak first, while his tail slid over and curled around Zed’s calf. 

“You sure left me waiting… I was sure you’d return. I was starting to think I might be wrong, though.” He cooed in that affectionate, lusty tone he had used their previous encounter. Zed flushed intensely, squirming in his seat. 

“I uh… We, kind of emptied the Digibank last time. I didn’t want to come bother you when I couldn’t pay.” Zed murmured. The quiet, bashful Zed Veemon had encountered that night months ago. 

“Hmm… I guess I have to work on expressing how much I enjoy someone.” Flamedramon mused, his tail slowly working up to Zed’s thigh. The rookie squeaked, his flush darkening. Zed just took it, too bashful to respond, to Flamedramon’s surprise. The blue dragon turned his attention to Puck, giving a pleasant rumble and nodding his head. 

“As I said, a pleasure, Puck. If it’s not to rude… you’re heavily digimodified, right? Did you choose to do that? Oh… and do you mind if I’m touching Zed?” Flamedramon cooed, leaning forward to take his drink, his tail pausing where it lay. 

“Oh, yeah. Do anything you like.” Puck giggled, watching Zed with amusement. Puck reached and took the glass that Flamedramon had set in front of them. Zed squirmed at the corner of Puck’s vision as the tail moved up along his groin and up his side. Puck examined the pink drink with a gray-blue float. A brief sip brought tropical flavors and spices, and a strong but pleasant heat of alcohol. “Whoa. What is this?” Puck asked, taking a larger drink. 

When Puck looked over, Flamedramon was leaned over Zed. Kissing the poor rookie deeply, tongue visibly bulging Zed’s throat. Flamedramon broke the kiss, raising back up and addressing Puck again. “I call it a Shellmon. Gorgeous, exotic, and it’ll be a hell of a good time if you give it a chance.” He smirked a little, splaying his arms over the back of the seat. “Zed’s got an egg cracker, Digitamamon’s specialty. Strong whisky drink. Zombie for myself.” Flamedramon lifted his drink again, draining a bit more. 

“It’s awesome.” Puck exhaled with a satisfied look. A faint buzz and warmth spread through Puck’s body as they relaxed back, thighs and arms spread, showing off their unique body. “Yeah, I wanted to. Digimodify, that is. Not some Vademon experiment or anything. Did it all myself too.” Puck lifted their arms and rested up behind their head. The sets of nipples, pouch, and external, humanoid junk were certainly not part of an average Impmon. Flamedramon had, of course, noticed the modified legs and feet as well, even if they were on the floor at the moment. 

“That’s amazing. Not a lot of people have the courage to experiment on their own coding. I’ve thought… well, Veemon has thought about it. We’ve summoned our Digivice, but…” Flamedramon glanced over. Digitamamon was working at the register. “It creeps Digitamamon out hard. And Veemon loves him too much to try push it.” Flamedramon looked forward again, noticing Zed had scooted closer to him. Flamedramon slid his arm down, resting it over Zed’s shoulders. “Hmm…” Flamedramon looked over Puck again. “I’d recognize Greymon feet anywhere… And a Kangarumon pouch, that’s a rare choice. Gatomon nipples and beans?” 

“Mikemon beans, but you’re right on the Gatomon part. You can check it out if you want?” Puck fished a paw into their pouch, then pulled free a purple D-Power Digivice. Flamedramon sat forward a little, eyeing the device. 

“Well… I’d feel rude if you let me check out your code, and I didn’t return the favor.” Flamedramon rumbled. He held his paw up, eyes closed, and focused for a moment. Data gathered, then flashed as an orange D-3 materialized. Flamedramon reached out with both paws, taking Puck’s digivice in one paw, while handing his over with the other. 

Both digimon sat back, activating and investigating the other’s Digivice. Zed scooted closer and closer, until he was hugging against Flamedramon’s side, cheek rubbing into Flamedramon’s chest. Flamedramon rumbled and smiled down at the affectionate rookie. He thumbed at Puck’s Digivice with one hand, the other reaching out. Flamedramon took a fork in paw, taking off a piece of the strawberry cake. He fed it to Zed, the rookie’s eyes widening in surprise at the taste. 

“… Oh my god. This is… prodigious.” And resumed chewing on the cake, licking his lips as he swallowed. 

“Mmmhmm. Digitamamon is an incredible pastry chef… chef in general really. Should warn you both that those,” Flamedramon pointed at the white balls covered in red seasoning powder. “Are Flamedramon’s Spicy Balls. Digitamamon’s named them, not me. And they are pretty spicy.” Flamedramon warned as he set the fork down. 

Puck and Zed looked at the food, scooting forward. Puck went for a bite of cake, while Zed nabbed the Flamedramon’s ball with a toothpick. Each bit down, Puck’s eyes widening, shocked by the deliciousness of the cake. As Zed munched, he had a very similar reaction, but not because the flavor. He coughed into his paw, the firm mochi chewy and packed with flavor and spice. Zed coughed into his paw a couple more times before grabbing his drink and taking a big drink. 

“Oh my god, you weren’t kidding!” Zed stuck his tongue out, fanning it. 

“Mmhmm.” Flamedramon teased, his tail rubbing at Zed’s back. 

“… And…” Zed flushed, the burning strong at front, but gradually fading. “… It… does… kind of taste like… your spice.”

Flamedramon chuckled and nodded, eyes still on the Digivice. “Mmmhmm… it’s … natural? It’s all him. It’s not like… my cum is in the mochi or something. No idea how he manages it.” Flamedramon mused, looking to Puck over the Digivice. “I recognize most the data modding… that’s really impressive, like… it’s seamless. I didn’t even know you could like… take a Tokomon grin and turn it into a flat image.” He tapped at the Digivice, noticing the rookies going for a mochi each. 

“Mmmh… woah. That’s delicious!” Puck purred, while chewing. “… Flamedramon flavor huh.” They mused, licking their lips when the swallowed. 

“… What’s your junk data? I don’t recognize this like… at all.” Flamedramon glanced up from the Digivice, eyeing Puck’s flaccid shaft, and the heavy orbs behind it. 

“Totally custom! Wrote it from scratch. I love the human look, so… I researched a ton of humans, took my favorites, and sort of… made mine with the qualities I liked most of each.” Both the rookies were snacking on all the table now, responding between bites and chewing. “It took a lot of tinkering but… works perfect, and I couldn’t be happier.” 

“That’s… so cool.” Flamedramon puffed, clearly impressed. He kept thumbing through the Digivice, fascinated by all the minor tweaks Puck had made.

Puck finally started checking out Flamedramon’s Digivice while nibbling on a slice of cheese. The two scanning through one another’s code while Zed took down a considerable amount of the spread himself. 

“… You didn’t digimodify? Not even your stats?” Puck questioned, looking over the Digivice at Flamedramon. 

“Nope. All natural.” Flamedramon tapped the D-Power Digivice, turning the screen off. He reached out and set it on the table in front of Puck. 

“This… isn’t within normal Flamedramon stats.” Puck double tapped at the D-3 with a claw. 

“Armor evolution is…. Unique. Weird like that.” Flamedramon rumbled with an affectionate smile. He looked to Zed, reaching out and rubbing the smaller dragon’s round belly. Zed had flopped back, splayed out, apparently sated, still panting from the spicy heat. 

Puck went through the data further, only paying a little attention to Flamedramon teasing Zed. As much as he went through, he couldn’t find a single bit of data that looked tampered with. Puck shrugged, shutting down the Digivice and set it on the table for Flamedramon. 

“Learn something new every day, huh?” Puck mused. Digitamamon came over, removing the emptied plates while they chatted, refreshing the drinks when needed. Puck and Flamedramon continued discussing the modifications Puck had done, sharing tips and tricks on how they had managed some of the changes. Even if Flamedramon wasn’t planning to digimodify himself, he was fascinated with how it worked and to an insider’s perspective. 

Of course, as the bar’s patrons left, and the bar area got sparser, Flamedramon’s teasing got more and more lewd. The inner bar often emptied out first, then the outer patio area. By the time Digitamamon was cashing out the last check, and cleaning the last table outside, Zed was entirely in Flamedramon’s lap, whimpering and purring moans. Flamedramon was only holding Zed, almost like a plushie, in his lap. Nothing was particularly evident, unless one looked at his paws closer. Flamedramon’s wrists rested over Zed’s thighs, one palm casually resting over Zed’s belly and groin. All but one finger. Flamedramon’s middle digit was sunk deep in Zed’s male slit, crowding the draconic shaft within, slowly pushing his finger in and out. 

“Yeah, so… He’s this crazy hung Leomon, buff, manly… and he investigated every variant of Leomon. Every single one has crazy high muscle and beef stats. So… he did what I did. Investigated the twink digimon he liked the most, compiled a body type profile of what he liked, and… there’s now one twink Leomon out there. Looks gorgeous, in my opinion. The best part is his dick’s still enormous, and he’s the top, and his boyfriend is this like… huge buff himbo Leomon. Total bondage bunny sub. Seeing them fuck is like... it’s a trip.” Puck laughed, getting another sip of their pink cocktail. 

“Hell, I’d check that out. I’ve never been huge on the sack of boulders look…” Flamedramon mused, pushing his finger to its deepest again. A whimpering whine drifted from Zed’s lips, the rookie squirming back against Flamedramon. 

“Who’d ever think that, when your mate is so buff.” Digitamamon spoke from the far side of the bar, pulling down the large rolling doors. He turned, walking to the table. Black arms extended around Digitamamon’s eggshell-like exoskeleton, stroking over the smooth shell. “Like a washboard.” He laughed his gravely, sinister way. 

Flamedramon rolled his eyes. He turned and looked up to Digitamamon, who leaned in. Their muzzles met at the seam of Digitamamon’s shell, Flamedramon casually kissing his mate while he kept on fingering a rookie. 

“I’m off to bed. You kidnapping those two for the night?” Digitamamon growled, looking between the purple mon. 

“Mmm, hell yes I am…” He looked to Puck, pushing his finger particularly deep in Zed again. A sweet, groaning whine dribbled from Zed’s lips. “Unless they beg and plead for their freedom, I suppose…”

Puck laughed, upending and finishing their drink. “Dude, hell yeah. We weren’t intending to stay over or anything but… if you want to? Yes.” Puck nodded, speaking for both the rookies. Flamedramon looked back up, pulling his finger slowly free from Zed. 

“We’ll take the guest bed. Sleep well, my love.” Flamedramon purred, kissing Digitamamon again. This kiss lingering longer than the last, with Digitamamon’s arms extending from his shell. They caressed at Flamedramon’s jaw and cheeks. The kiss finally broke, Digitamamon growling affectionately before standing and heading up stairs. 

Flamedramon looked down, curious about the warmth and fluid… then laughed. “I must be pretty drunk… I didn’t even notice you came.” He rumbled, while Zed panted and whined. Bridges of rookie cum extended between Flamedramon’s finger and Zed’s slit, and plenty had oozed out down over Zed’s taint and tail hole. 

Flamedramon gently slid Zed out of his lap, onto the seat. Flamedramon pulled himself off the seat, turning and bending down. His nostrils pressed to Zed’s groin, just above his slit. The long, loud, ‘sniff’ made Zed red with blush. A cute squeak rang out after, as Flamedramon’s tongue dragged up Zed’s tail, tail hole, and slit, slurping away all the cum in one go. 

Zed sprawled back after, dizzy and panting. Something about Flamedramon, the way he touched, kissed, the way he brought pleasure… it left Zed’s brain numb and body weak. 

“Want to join me at the bar? I have something else for you to enjoy.” Flamedramon said playfully, standing up and showing off his body. A paw stroking down his belly, groin, teasing over his slit before falling to hang free at his side. 

“Hell yeah. You’re a great host, dude.” Puck lauded, sliding free of their seat and onto their thick feet. Puck’s hands rested at their round belly, rubbing. Below, Puck’s shaft throbbed, eager for attention itself, pre leaking messily out of the overhanging foreskin. 

Flamedramon went around behind the bar and rummaged under where the register stood. Both Puck and Zed were standing next to the barstool by the time Flamedramon walked back around front. He carried a Digimon branded pencil case. He sat atop a stool, pretty much ignoring the rookies, not even inviting them up onto the stools with him. 

Flamedramon opened the pencil case, pulling free a red and yellow glass pipe. He pulled a small container free and opened it, a nugget of green, dense data falling into his paw. Flamedramon put the container back in the case, then brought the pipe to his lips. Flamedramon pointed a finger at the green nugget of data, pushing heat into it. The nugget darkened, shook, then poofed into a smaller size, data dissolving out of it. Flamedramon inhaled the data, then pulled the pipe aside. He held, then slowly blew out a stream of smoke. 

“I’m sure you know, this is a bit more expensive…” Flamedramon lifted the hand holding the pipe, then lowered it back down. “And I think Zed’s run out of hospitality points…” He puffed the last of the smoke free, out of his nostrils. 

“Oh, sure, that’s fair.” Puck chirped, pulling their pouch open with one paw and reaching in with the other. 

Flamedramon’s foot reached out, pushing at Puck’s paw, so the pouch would close. 

“Register’s shut down for the night…” He licked across his lips, now pink-tinted eyes looking between the rookies. He reached his empty paw up, then pointed down to the floor, just before his stool. “On your backs.” He rumbled. Flamedramon was sporting a hungry, lusty sort of smile, exuding confidence over the two rookies. 

Zed looked to Puck for guidance, but Puck was already laying out, just in front of Flamedramon’s right foot. Zed looked back up to Flamedramon, a meek smile on his muzzle. He followed the lead, working his way to rest his tail on Flamedramon’s left foot. 

“Perfect.” Flamedramon lifted his feet, each resting atop a rookie. His heels resting just a little above the rookie’s shaft and slit, respectively, toes up at their collar bones. “Look at that… You’re even color coordinated. What a good pair of soles you two make.” 

Each of the rookie’s muzzles flushed, Zed’s more bashful and shocked compared to Puck’s lusty pleasure. 

“Now…” He lifts the pipe and heated it again, another bit of data bursting free, to be inhaled. He exhaled as he spoke, smoke drifting from his muzzle and both nostrils. “Sniff.” He ordered, sliding his foot up along Puck. Toes curling over Puck’s muzzle, burying that snout in Flamedramon sole and toes. 

Puck did just that, taking a long sniff, huffing Flamedramon’s paw like they were a paw slut. But their eyes stayed on the pipe; eyes on the prize. Flamedramon squeezed with his toes, holding it shut. 

“Smell good?” Flamedramon questioned, licking over his lips. 

Puck eagerly nodded in response, at least, the best the foot grip would allow them to. Flamedramon’s foot lifted free of Puck’s muzzle, resting back on their chest and belly. He leaned forward, turning the pipe and pushing it to the rookie’s lips. Flamedramon used his fire power to heat the nugget, letting it burst more data free, for Puck to inhale. 

Puck sucked the data, head flopping back after. Flamedramon rubbed the chubby rookie’s belly and chest, looking over to Zed. Zed had been watching the whole affair, muzzle hanging agape as he stared. He watched smoke slowly drift free of Puck’s muzzle, then looked up to Flamedramon. Zed had an unsure expression as he gazed upward. 

“Oh, you’re not going to back out now, for me… not my sweet little Zed…” Flamedramon repeated the movement, the ball of his foot resting on Zed’s muzzle, toes up over Zed’s nose. “Sniff.” Flamedramon demanded, a little more of a growl to his voice this time. 

Zed did just that, sniffing like Puck had. But he recoiled halfway through, head pushing back at the floor. Flamedramon laughed out, foot holding the Monodramon in that place, unable to escape. “Awh… Come on, you can do better. Two, because you flinched.” Flamedramon rumbled, lifting and eyeing his pipe, then Zed, like he was debating to share or not. 

This time Zed followed through, sniffing the whole way, even though he didn’t particularly care of it. Flamedramon growled lustfully, licking his lips again. “Good boy…” he practically snarled. It was so rare Flamedramon got to dominate a rookie, with his own fetishes, just… doing whatever he wanted. That wasn’t a part of his life, not when his job was submitting to Digitamamon’s and customers’ wishes. A rare treat, as he rubbed his toes into Zed’s muzzle. 

As promised, the foot moved back to Zed’s belly and chest. Flamedramon leaned in, letting Zed smoke, just as he had for Puck. Zed seemed to appreciate it, his head flopping back and eyes closing. Twin trails slowly left his nostrils as Zed felt the rogue data take hold, making his body feel warm and fuzzy, tingly, and the stroking foot atop him feeling oh so good all the sudden. 

“First time?” Flamedramon curiously rumbled, setting the now-empty pipe aside. 

Zed shook his head slowly, side to side, the world feeling like it shifted around as he did. “Plenty of times... but as Strikedramon. So… I’ve never…” he chuckled, eyes drifting shut again. 

Flamedramon gave an amused rumble, looking over to Puck. 

“So… what are you two? Are you Zed’s new master?” He asked the Impmon, a toe teasing and rubbing one of Puck’s nipples. That earned a gasp from Zed, the Digimon’s pink hued eyes opening and glaring at Flamedramon, getting a pleasant chuckle out of the dragon. 

Puck only shrugged beneath the paw, “We’re together… don’t really label it.” Puck turned, looking at Zed. “Boyfriends works I guess.” 

Zed’s offense at Flamedramon’s words was lost as Zed looked back to Puck. He smiled again, snout flushing a little. Zed looked back to Flamedramon, purring. “I’m still the dom, thank you very much…” 

“Usually.” Puck interjected, that Impmon-characteristic mischievous grin on his muzzle. 

Zed stared, silent, for a moment before he closed his eyes and laid back again, the rush of gentle pleasure and fuzziness far too pleasing for him to actually get upset. 

“How’d this come about? You’re…. not really different, but… you’re not quite the way you were last time you came by, either.” Flamedramon questioned in a soft, mellow voice. He rested back on the bar, arms spread along it. From the rookie’s perspective, Flamedramon’s half-freed shaft, poked up free of his slit, sat prominently in the foreground to his face far beyond it. 

“I… hmm.” Zed’s numbed brain wasn’t helping. But at the same time, he hadn’t tried to articulate what the last few months had been like either. Without realizing it, Zed’s hands had lifted, stroking atop Flamedramon’s foot, mirroring Puck. “I guess… The macho, dominating… always spit roasting or double penetrating… that was Ace’s fantasy. I kind of just… played into it. For so long, I got pretty into it… but I realized, it’s not really what I’m looking for.” Zed gazed to the side, dumbly smiling to Puck. “I was lucky someone showed me I wanted the… romance, the love and affection, too.” Zed looked back up, purring, “The… sex stuff followed from there.”

“That’s why I had to meet you, actually. Somehow, that night sort of… You pushed Zed down the right path. It’s just kind of… crazy to me.” There was a brief pause, then a little grin. “Plus… I wouldn’t mind meeting the dick that popped Zed’s cherry.” Puck followed, leaning to kiss at one of Flamedramon’s toes afterward. 

“Yeah like… It’s weird. Like, I was playing forward and you shoved me to be the goalie And it felt just… so right. I think I just needed someone I could be… comfortable with. I never had that any time I was with Ace.” Zed couldn’t stop the words from spilling free, his snout reddening as he did. When he stopped talking, he heard wet sounds. Looking to Puck, he found the Impmon licking, kissing, and sucking on Flamedramon’s toes. 

“That’s understandable. Everyone has a … type or group they can be vulnerable around. It’s hard to be your raw and honest self.” Flamedramon rumbled, warm and encouraging. 

Zed looked back up, something so surreal to have Puck grinding against Flamedramon’s heel, sucking on his toes, while Flamedramon and Zed had a deep conversation. The  situation simply a product of Flamedramon’s … very being, it felt. 

“Don’t worry…” Flamedramon rumbled, his toes pushing Zed’s dick up against their belly. “I have… plenty planned for you, my sweet Monodramon… But…” His foot shifted down, Puck thrusting up into the touch, a gush of pre spilling out of their foreskin, purple glans peeking free. 

“I’ve been eyeing this all night. Tasted Impmon dick plenty of times… but never a custom made, human modeled dick…” Flamedramon licked his lips, rumbling greedily.