Flamedramon’s feet moved off the rookies, onto the floor. Standing over the two, Flamedramon’s shaft towered perpendicular to his body, dripping pre down onto Puck. Flamedramon squatted down, grabbing Puck around the shoulders and lifting them up. 

“Going to rearrange your insides too.” He puffed, little wafts of smoke escaping his nostrils. Flamedramon made his way back to the table they were originally at. The table just so happened to be the exact height for Flamedramon to fuck someone atop of. But that wasn’t the priority. Flamedramon laid Puck atop the table, pinning the rookie’s thighs with his paws. He bent over, his muzzle pushing into Puck’s heavy sack. Flamedramon drank the rich scent deeply, groaning as he nosed his way up, sniffing right at the base of Puck’s shaft. 

“Reading the mod earlier… was one thing… but still doesn’t compare to sampling it yourself.” Flamedramon dragged his muzzle up, along the milky white shaft. As Flamedramon neared the end of the length, he reached up and gripped it around the middle. Flamedramon’s muzzle played against the fleshy, slick foreskin over the end. He started stroking his paw down and up, rolling the foreskin back to reveal the purple prize swathed within. Then back up, hiding it once more, pre dribbling and smearing further on each stroke. 

Flamedramon had plenty of experience with uncut digidick. There was certainly variation, but bits of code here and there were always the same. It was exciting, unique, to enjoy a shaft that was totally new. Absolutely different, from the stiffness, to the feel of the cock flesh, how it rolled against his lips, how it smelled. And, certainly, how it tasted. His eagerness to know grew too great, and Flamedramon couldn’t hold back any longer. His tongue pushed free of his lips, slurping around the purple cock head as its swath peeled away. 

“H… hah! Hot…” Puck groaned, hips trying to arch upward, but Flamedramon’s grip far too strong to move at all. The heat only increased as Flamedramon’s mouth followed his tongue, engulfing the end of Puck’s shaft. Puck’s hands snapped upward, gripping Flamedramon’s fleshy horns. “Fuck…”, somewhere between a whine and a moan, escaped Pucks’ muzzle as Flamedramon steadily engulfed more and more shaft. Puck felt their cock head push into Flamedramon’s throat, then sink past that point. Flamedramon’s lips pushed into Puck’s plush groin, swallowing that entire cock without the slightest difficulty. 

“Hot… ha… Fuck, that’s…” Puck tried, and failed, to articulate a response. Anything to express how good it felt. But every bit of focus had been sucked down into their dick, their brain stuck mid-loading a thought. 

Flamedramon slid back up along the shaft, sensing how sensitive Puck was to his ministrations. His paw took Puck’s shaft again, his muzzle holding the end of Puck’s dick. Flamedramon started to stroke and bob, his tongue playing inside foreskin, over bared cock head, worming against Puck’s frenulum while his paw made the foreskin roll up and down over and over. 

“Flame… I’m …” was all the Impmon managed. Puck’s brain was so short circuited they didn’t even register how close they were. Cum was pumping out of their shaft, into Flamedramon’s muzzle. Flooding over his tongue, yet another brand new, unique taste, unlike any other Impmon or digimon Flamedramon had ever had the pleasure of blowing. 

And it kept pumping. Pulse after pulse, hands roughly squeezed and pulled at Flamedramon’s horns, the fleshy beans so soft and warm as they pressed in. Flamedramon had noted mods to increase cum load, but it took considerably longer than Flamedramon had expected. Puck’s shaft slipped free of Flamedramon’s lips, still flexing lazily, thick bead of cum forming before rolling down the shaft. 

“Damn… Glad I skipped the snacks earlier…” Flamedramon laughed, licking his lips clean, then wiping his muzzle dry on the back of his forearm. Only then did he notice Zed had taken a seat at the table, where he had sat earlier, a close up show of his partner experiencing the impossible skill Flamedramon displayed. Zed was just grinning wide, a smile somewhere between dumb, lusty, and stoned. Flamedramon could smell the Monodramon’s excitement, certainly dribbling a mess down on the floor below the table. 

“Pretty fast too… Never had a fire digimon blow you before?” Flamedramon asked Puck, looking back to meet their eyes. 

“I have… My sensitivity is turned up real high… Zed loves it when I cum hands-free while he fucks me.” Puck explained breathily, between steady pants. The pleasure of their orgasm still riding through their body, slow to turn into warm afterglow. 

“Ohhh?” Flamedramon cooed, looking to Zed. The Monodramon was slow to register, only looking up and blushing after a moment. The poor rookie looked ready to burst hands free himself, already panting softly, excitement and arousal riling him up. 

But Zed still had some waiting to do. Flamedramon turned his attention downward again. “Hmm…” he growled, pulling Puck’s ass to the edge of the table. Flamedramon’s shaft pushed up against Puck’s groin. All the way until Flamedramon’s slit was pressed to the base of Puck’s shaft. Flamedramon pushed his cock down, to push it against Puck’s shaft, belly… the tip all the way at their chest. Flamedramon pulled his hips back, then pointed to the spot the end of his dick had rested. 

“Put your paw right there, Zed.” Flamedramon rumbled. He moved his paw away and Zed’s paw took its place, his purple forearm and fin resting over Puck’s chest. Flamedramon pulled his hips back until his tip slid down, past Puck’s balls, sliding across their taint, then sinking into the snug pit between taint and tail. Flamedramon gripped on Puck’s thighs. The way they had modified their legs, chunky, powerful Greymon legs, Flamedramon had an exquisite amount of leverage. And better, those purple soles, and the plush beans on them, were facing right up at Flamedramon. 

The blue dragon dipped his muzzle, pushing the end of his snout into the large pad at the ball of Puck’s foot. He groaned, drinking in the heat, softness, the scent. His paws gripped at Puck’s thighs, and Flamedramon drove himself right in. 

“Holy Angewomon…” Zed mumbled in awe, easily feeling the end of Flamedramon’s shaft pushing up at his paw through Puck’s torso. It was only there for a moment, disappearing again, only to form again. Zed stared, jaw hanging open, watching and feeling Flamedramon’s shaft so very deep in Puck’s body. 

Flamedramon reveled in the feel. Between the natural lubricant of his slit and shaft, and Puck’s practiced tail pipe, Flamedramon hadn’t needed any additional lube. It felt exquisite to just sink in, feeling the sweaty tail hole slide up his shaft to meet his slit. Puck was slicker inside than Flamedramon had expected. He groaned a laugh into Puck’s foot, nosing up to the toe beans. He licked between a set of toes as he thrust away, growling. “… Still got a load from Zed I’m churning in there?” the dragon accused, a fiery playfulness in his eyes. 

Zed went red again, paw sliding down Puck’s tummy, to feel more of the shaft pumping beneath it. “Y… yeah… I was trying to save up for today, but… this morning… Puck was bending over and… I just couldn’t help it.” Zed confessed, his words punctuated by the steady, dull slap of groin into rookie ass. 

“Hot…” Flamedramon growled, starting to pull back further, a tickle of delight rolling up his spine as he saw Zed’s cum work free, dribbling out around his cock. Flamedramon dove back in, one arm holding Puck’s leg, the other sliding up so he could grab Puck’s ankle. Flamedramon gave into his desires, muzzle grinding into Puck’s sole, into the plush pads, kisses and licks and hungry mouthing on the sizeable rookie paw. Flamedramon managed it a second time, not paying enough attention to his partner; so invested in the feel of Puck’s insides milking his cock, Zed’s cum coating it, and that thick, perfect sole… He didn’t realize Puck was cumming until loud, whining moans caught his attention. 

Puck’s insides clenched down, Puck’s body arching while they let free cute little whimpers. Hand claws dug against the table as Puck’s shaft flexed and shot, over and over. His long foreskin made shooting even messier, cum spattering over Zed’s paw, Puck’s chest and shoulders, face and neck. Flamedramon released Puck’s ankle, standing again, starting to thrust harder and faster. It made Puck all the louder, cock trembling and shaking as it spurted. Flamedramon kept at it, until Puck’s shaft flexed but nothing shot free. He finally slowed his hips, huffing. 

“Damn… that is really hot… Guess I’m into that too…” Flamedramon growled, his hands moving up, gently guiding Zed’s hands away. “Getting close… bet I can make you blow another by the time I am…” Flamedramon’s dominant streak rearing its head, egging him on to teach these rookies what an armor level digimon could really do. 

Flamedramon moved a paw to Puck’s chest, thumb teasing at Puck’s top nipple. The rookie gasped, biting their lower lip, then arching into the pleasure. Puck’s muzzle opened, a loud groan escaping. It was suddenly silenced as Flamedramon’s thumb pushed down on Puck’s tongue. His first finger pushed up under Puck’s jaw, trapping the rookie’s tongue and jaw in one paw. 

All the while, Flamedramon kept thrusting, one paw holding Puck’s muzzle captive while the other worked a nipple between thumb and finger, at just the right point between tender and roughness. 

“You know... Never had to think about this before… You’re the first N B digimon I’ve wrecked…” Flamedramon tilted his paw, forcing Puck to look up at him. His other paw slid down, to the next nipple, at the top of Puck’s belly, teasing that one. “Usually…” Flamedramon leaned in, growling. Roughly fucking the rookie, hand holding their tongue and ability to defend themselves hostage. Breeding the smaller mon, showing them just how much stronger Flamedramon was. It was one thing to read Flamedramon’s Digivice earlier. To experience it… very much another. 

“Usually I’d say good boy… good mon… But that doesn’t feel right…” the dragon growled, moving in closer, and closer. Their muzzles approaching. “Maybe… little rookie slut…” it earned a blush atop Puck’s already intimacy-flushed face. As they were, Flamedramon couldn't kiss Puck, his hand in the rookie's muzzle. But their muzzles brushed, their eyes were inches apart; somehow far more intimate than a kiss.

“No… Not rookie slut…” his breath teasing at Puck’s muzzle. "You're just a little play thing... my toy..." Flamedramon growled. Puck’s eyes widened, a gasp pulling past Flamedramon’s thumb. The blush at rookie slut was nothing compared to the heat spreading over their face now. Puck’s paws lifted, moving toward their face to hide behind. 

Flamedramon had earned a bullseye. And he wouldn’t allow Puck to take away the raw response Flamedramon had earned. His paw released Puck’s jaw, snatching both Puck’s wrists, and slammed them to the table above Puck’s head, pinning both paws there. 

A soft gasp escaped Zed. It couldn’t be more different from his sweet, loving session with Veemon. 

Flamedramon’s free paw dipped further, sliding down along plush belly, sliding into Puck’s pouch like it was Flamedramon’s property. His fingers found, and teased, at one of the nipples hidden inside that pouch, the fully exposed rookie gasping, followed by a desperate whine. 

Flamedramon started to really fuck Puck, driving his hips to crash into the rookie’s ass, breeding Puck with abandon. Growling, their lips brushing together, as he spoke. "You're my little plushie cock sleeve, to use however, whenever, I want... over and over... Then toss you in my toy box until I'm desperate enough to want a cock sleeve again." Flamedramon dipped his snout, his hot, slimy tongue dragging along Puck from collarbone to forehead.

Flamedramon felt a splatter of heat over his jaw and the back of his tongue before the lick was done. Puck was much louder this time, their insides clamping down as they came. It was even harder than before, cum arcing well past Puck’s head, splattering on the seat past the table. Flamedramon only got a couple more thrusts in before he slammed home, still tweaking Puck’s nipple while he unloaded deep in the rookie. 

Puck nearly outlasted Flamedramon, both grinding and writhing in the throes of ecstasy. Flamedramon’s paw left Puck’s wrists, gripping the table’s edge to steady himself. Once vertigo and the weakness in Flamedramon’s legs finally ebbed away, he stood. Puck was a sweaty mess, their eyes closed as they basked in the experience they just had. Zed, however… almost quivered when Flamedramon met his eyes. 

The poor Monodramon looked somewhere between awed and scared of the Flamedramon before him. It was like DrJekyllmon and Hydemon. The emotional whiplash only increased as Flamedramon leaned toward Zed, a paw gently caressing the Monodramon’s cheek. 

“My sweet Zed…” Flamedramon crooned, his lips brushing Zed’s in a brief kiss. “I did my best… but… I just don’t think Puck’s had enough…” the suddenly sweet and tender dragon stood again, slowly pulling back. Steam wafted off his shaft as it was freed, the long dragon length now half-flaccid, flopping free. Cum dribbled from it, and from Puck’s gaping tail hole. 

Flamedramon slowly crouched down, his forearms resting over Zed’s shoulders. He briefly kissed the rookie again. Poor Zed still looked utterly lost. 

“I tried my best… But I think Puck just… needs their lover. No one else will do. Would you please finish what I couldn’t?” Zed shuddered. There was such saccharine sweetness, so much love and praise in those words. Zed’s eyes flicked to Flamedramon’s- comparably- enormous, messy shaft, still coated and dripping cum. To the cummy mess Puck’s well-used hole was. Then back to those loving, pleading, red eyes. A little whimper teased at Flamedramon’s breath, tugging at Zed’s heart strings. 

“Y… yeah, of course! I’d love to…” Zed tried to sound eager, but his voice sounded so little. His body sure didn’t feel little, though. Zed’s shaft throbbed, so very eager for release, already soaked in his own cum from the internal teasing earlier. 

“Thank you.” Flamedramon breathed to Zed, kissing him just after. Their tongues wrestled, each holding their own, despite Flamedramon’s vast advantages. The kiss broke, and they stared into one another’s eyes a moment more. Flamedramon moved his paws to Zed’s sides, lifting the rookie. Flamedramon’s tail slid Puck back, head near the far edge of the table now. Zed was set on the table, on his knees, in front of Puck. Flamedramon guided Zed’s paws, using them to lift Puck’s feet up, over Zed’s shoulders. To pull Puck’s ass up to Zed’s groin. 

Flamedramon traced his fingertips up along Zed’s arms, to shoulders, then free. He watched from over Zed’s shoulder, letting the Monodramon at it. 

Zed shifted side to side, getting higher on his knees. His shaft tip easily slipped through the slick, cummy mess, right into Puck’s tail hole. A soft gasp escaped both rookies, a moment of tensed tails and curled toes. Then Zed leaned forward, pushing, sinking easily into Puck. 

His hips drew back, pushed in, and Zed started to fuck Puck. Rough, fast, trying to match what Flamedramon had done before him. His shaft slid in out so easily, wet schlorps and other lewd sounds accompanying each thrust. Puck whined out, a little ‘ah!’ accompanying each thrust. 

It went on for a moment, before Zed suddenly slowed. A shiver spread through his body, all thanks to Flamedramon’s lips teasing at the middle of his back, just between his shoulders. 

“Can I help?... Please?” Flamedramon’s breathy voice matched the lips teasing at the base of Zed’s neck. A sweet plea Zed couldn’t resist. Zed nodded his head. He didn’t know what he was inviting… Flamedramon might rim him? Or go around, and take Puck’s other end…

What Zed certainly hadn’t expected was Flamedramon’s stomach pressing to his back, pinning a slimy shaft between Zed’s spine and Flamedramon’s belly. Flamedramon had straddled Zed’s tail, Zed’s head resting just at Flamedramon’s pecs. 

Flamedramon’s arms slid around Zed’s shoulders, down his sides, then in, crossing gently over the rookie’s belly, pinning blue and purple dragons together. Zed had frozen, his shaft halfway in, so uncertain what was going on. 

Flamedramon’s muzzle teased atop Zed’s head, to either side, crooning affectionately to him. “I bred Puck so hard... And it wasn’t enough…” it was a whisper, so very quiet, Zed struggling to hear over his racing pulse. “This little toy doesn’t need a monster… Puck needs their sweet, affectionate lover.” 

At ‘lover’, Flamedramon’s hips pushed. Zed slowly sunk into Puck again, the flesh working along his shaft, teasing it in so many more spots. Back out, as Flamedramon’s arms pulled and his hips move back. Almost to the tip, then Flamedramon slowly thrust again. It was so different, so impossibly different, from what he had just been doing. The rapid thrusts made everything glide so slick past one another. With these slow, gentle thrusts, Puck’s well-used hole had time to grip, to tease, to work every detail of Zed’s shaft, stimulating him in such a different way. 

“Sloppy seconds after a bigger guy isn’t about fucking that hole…” Flamedramon continued, a private whisper only for Zed. “It’s feeling all that heat I left in there for you…” ‘heat’ punctuated as they hilted, Zed certainly feeling how much warmer Puck was inside than usual. They started to draw back again, slowly pulling free of Puck. The Impmon let out a soft, muffled ‘ahhhh…’.

Flamedramon’s hands weren’t pulling anymore. They had left Zed’s belly, going to Zed’s hands. But the dragon’s hips stayed sealed together, Zed mirroring each and every motion Flamedramon made. 

“It’s feeling all my cum… coating you, dribbling out past you… soaking into your slit, and dribbling down your thighs.” 

Each detail Flamedramon whispered was suddenly so poignant, so distinct, so incredibly good in Zed’s mind. Together, they slowly pushed again, Zed letting out a soft whine. His paws were guided to Puck’s belly, gripping the set of nipples Flamedramon had skipped earlier. Zed started to play with them, gently stroking, pressing, briefly tweaking, as he had saw Flamedramon do earlier. 

“Look at how hard you got Puck…” Flamedramon murmured. Zed looked down, only now realizing Puck was throbbing, so hard the details of their cock head were just visible through the foreskin. A blue paw wrapped around the white shaft, making veins along its length bulge. Flamedramon started to stroke slowly, in time with their slow, patient thrusts. 

Zed was lost. All these sensations, so new and alien, all this movement, everything he did… Zed was a part of Flamedramon now, pleasuring Puck like Zed never had before. Their bodies moved together in perfect unison. 

“You’re doing so good…” Flamedramon breathed in a warm, fatherly tone. Coaching Zed through something the rookie was sure was far beyond his skill. But at this moment, together with Flamedramon, he tasted what could be. To be a part of this digital sex god, this unholy sex digidemon. 

“Ah… Puck… I’m close” Zed whimpered. Puck lifted their head, their half-lidded eyes meeting Zed’s. Puck nodded. Puck was just about there too. But there wasn’t a rush, there wasn’t the erratic jerks. They slowly slid back, hips tilting, and Zed came. His tip was right at Puck’s entrance, cum dribbling right out. Puck tensed, cum dribbling out onto their chest. Zed’s shaft was slowly sinking in as he released another shot, dragging through the cum just as it came out of his shaft. When they hilted, another shot dribbled deep in Zed’s lover. His hips slowly pulled back, another shot trailing along Puck’s insides. Puck’s foreskin peeled back with the stroke down, a clean shot crossing over Puck’s muzzle and lips. Then back in, another shot steadily reduced as foreskin encapsulated the glans again, Zed pushing through his cum as it dribbled free once more.

Puck’s paws lifted up, taking Zed’s shoulder and neck. They gently pulled, lifting Puck and pulling Zed closer, their lips meeting. They tenderly kissed, then pressed deeper as Zed hilted. Their muzzles opening, locking with one another. Their tongues slid together, dancing with one another, lips pulling at one another as they got lost in their kiss. 

Both rookies were dizzy when they separated. Zed slid back, sitting on his heels, vision taking a moment to recalibrate. Flamedramon wasn’t behind him… Flamedramon was behind one of the chairs, elbow resting atop it, head resting on his palm, watching with an affectionate smile. Like he had never been behind Zed, at all. Like … was Zed the one connecting so deeply with Puck?

Flamedramon allowed them more time to recover. Some water bottles were waiting in the chair, only noticed once Zed and Puck were separated, atop the table, recovering. Flamedramon rejoined them a moment later, explaining how they’d have to clean. He was happy to take care of the seats, tables… and Puck’s ass. The rookies were responsible for the rest of each other. 

It was a good hour before they were heading upstairs. Flamedramon had done as promised, licking Puck’s ass, tail and taint clean. Eating the Impmon out so he wouldn’t dribble… but then had migrated, along thigh, leg, and to feet. His true motive, indulging in those purple Greymon style feet more. After Zed and Puck were done cleaning each other, Zed laid down as well, offering another set of purple paws. Flamedramon had loved onn the paws- kissing, nuzzling, sniffing, cooing to them- for nearly forty minutes before he forced himself to stop.

He hadn’t even gotten horny or hard. It was indulging a passion, an absolute love of feet that transcended the sexual realm, and somehow made the dragon happy on a visceral level. The rest of the time was spent wiping clean some of the furniture, floor, and making sure they all had drank enough water. 

Flamedramon lifted a rookie over each shoulder, carrying them upstairs and to the bedroom floor. They climbed into the bed on the wall opposite Digitamamon’s, where the egg lay. 

“Don’t worry. Once he’s out, his exoskeleton is pretty much sound proof.” Flamedramon rumbled, both of the rookies relaxing. Flamedramon pushed a blanket down, then sheet, using his tail. He shifted both rookies down, hugging them to his chest, and flopped in the bed. He settled with each rookie half on the bed, half atop his chest, all their muzzles together. 

“Thank you for visiting me again… it’s like… exactly the boost I needed.” Flamedramon rumbled, turning his muzzle just enough to kiss Zed. The brief smooch was returned, Zed flushing again. Flamedramon turned just a little the other way, kissing Puck briefly. “And thank you for bringing him back, and stopping by… I can always use more friends like you two.”

Puck cooed, pressing closer and nosing against the side of Flamedramon’s muzzle. 

“Gladly… Though at this point, I kind of feel like we owe you. All the drinks, food, play… the guest bed…” Puck’s voice quieted, feeling guilty as they listed out just how much they had gotten for free that day. 

“Mmm… well… Watching Zed sniff my paw was payment enough.” The dragon grinned toothily. 

“Ugh!” Zed grunted, turning away and burying his reddened face against the pillow. Puck looked confused at Zed, then up to Flamedramon. 

“He didn’t like it?” 

Flamedramon shrugged, looking over to the hiding Monodramon. “Apparently not… or didn’t want to like it as much as he did.”

There was another “Ugh!” of protest, even louder than the previous, despite being muffled into a pillow. 

Flamedramon turned back to Puck, rumbling softly. “You know… If you want the Flamedramon Treatment… like how I revealed some of Zed’s sexuality, he didn’t know…” Flamedramon grinned a little again. “I think I have exactly the thing that you don’t know you’re into.”

Puck looked curious for a moment. Then their eyes widened, a rush of possibilities hitting them. It took a moment’s consideration. Just as Zed felt earlier, Flamedramon was just a little… too in touch with some things. 

“… Yeah, I’m down.” 

What fun is a life not lived?

Flamedramon rumbled, nodding, “Wonderful.” He turned away a little, Zed having lifted up, clearly curious as well. 

“Welcome back.” Flamedramon rumbled, instead of elaborating. 

Zed’s eyes narrowed. He puffed out his nostrils, paws lifting and gripping Flamedramon’s muzzle. Zed forcibly pulled and lifted himself up, kissing the blue dragon again. Flamedramon was all too happy to return it, muzzles slipping together, tongues seeking one another again. They pressed together. Then the kiss weakened, much sooner than Zed had expected. Only for the kiss to become more crowded as Puck’s muzzle pushed in, Flamedramon’s paw guiding them by the back of their head. 

Together the three kissed one another, tongues entwining. Both rookies eagerly engaging, exploring, their first three-way kiss. Such a new, intimate, action with a new intimate partner warranted a good deal of time before the three, finally, got some sleep.