Puck and Zed waited atop a trolley platform. It was in one of the wilder areas of the digital world, a fragmented space. A trolley platform and rails, for about fifteen feet. A single trolley rested at the station, clearly unmoved for quite some time. Cables ran to the trolley’s connections, and to towers in each direction. But nothing beyond those towers. They stood far off in the large, grassy pasture. The grasses were golden, tall enough that they puffy ends stood over the cement platform. 

The trolley powered up, the doors closing. It rumbled faintly, the inside filling with light. Puck and Zed averted their eyes, looking back when the light had faded. Flamedramon now stood inside the trolley, holding one of the standing bars with his claws. A rare sight, this particular Flamedramon fully clothed with his armor. The trolley doors opened again, Flamedramon gesturing for Puck and Zed to enter. 

“Hi you two! Sorry we had to meet at such an odd station.” He rumbled, crouching to hug each of the rookies with an arm. The purple mon pressed close, hugging against Flamedramon in return. 

“No problem!” Zed squeaked excitedly, squeezing a little harder, and holding the hug for a bit longer than Puck. 

Flamedramon stood once more, walking over to the trolley’s control panel. “We’re going pretty far off the standard digiworld map. This station has a weaker connection to the grid. There’s a leak we’re going to be utilizing.”  Flamedramon looked over at the two rookies, “I should have asked you before… You’re alright with that? If we shoot off the standard network?”

Zed looked to Puck, deferring to the larger rookie. Puck looked back to Flamedramon, nodding. “Yeah, fine. I mean… we’re not going anywhere we could actually get corrupted, or have core data altered, right?”

Flamedramon turned to the panel again, tapping at it. “I promise on my digiarmor egg. I’ve done this plenty of times, and many other I’ve known. The kinks were worked out hundreds of years ago.” He looked back to them and turned, rejoining his companions. He patted the seats on either side of him with the large, egg-shaped armor gauntlets he wore. 

Both rookies climbed up into the seats, settling in as Flamedramon’s arms rested over their shoulders. The trolley rumbled again, returning to life. The doors closed, and light filled the carriage. When it faded, the digimon were no longer inside, instead traveling through the network world behind the digital world. 

There was one stop on their trip. The trolley loaded into a station floating in a void. All that existed was a brick platform that the Digimon disembarked upon. At the other side of the platform was a roller coaster cab, designed to seat four. 

“Not ours, give me a minute.” Flamedramon rumbled, moving over to a large lever frame at one side of the platform. There were dozens of levers, stacked side-by-side and atop each other. Flamedramon pulled a lever down, the four-seater cab pulling away down the tracks. At either end of the track was a brick arch, forming a full half-circle, like the entrance to a tunnel, with the tracks disappeared into the darkness within. 

Once the cab disappeared into the void, the tracks sucked into the tunnel entrance behind it. A new set of rails, a different type of rollercoaster, grew out of the other tunnel, once more connecting the two. A new rollercoaster cab entered, the kind that spun on its axel. Another lever, and that cab left. There were six exchanges of cabs and tracks before Flamedramon stepped away from the lever frame. 

A single rail grew out of one arch, through the other. It wasn’t a rollercoaster cab that pulled up this time. Instead, a teacup from a teacup ride slid out of the arch, along the track. The door built into the side swung open. Flamedramon guided the rookies within, to sit on the round bench. He followed in, sitting and closing the teacup’s door. The lever frame activated, all the levers returning to their original spots in reverse order. 

The teacup jerked, then started to roll forward. Amusingly, the teacup was fixed, and would not spin when Zed tugged at the center handle. They slid past the arch, once again returning to data traveling on lines. Moments later, they reformed. The teacup slid out of a different arch, pulling up to another platform. This one appeared to be black and white marble. Flamedramon opened the door, stepping out, and helping each of the rookies out. 

The platform floated in void, just like the last. However, across from the rollercoaster teacup was a set of elevator doors. Framing the doorway were an Ogremon and Leomon, both standing like bouncers at the entrance to a club. As the three approached, the Leomon held up what looked like a tablet. The tablet lit up, illuminating the leomon’s face, though the three could only see the back of it. 

Leomon pointed the tablet at Puck, a low buzz then beeps sounding out. Then Zed, the same sounds coming from the device. Then up to Flamedramon, the buzz and beeps sounding out once more. There was a little, cheery series of beeps after this time. 

“Welcome back.” The Ogremon growled. He looked over to the tablet, then back to the group. “We hope you enjoy your visit.” He stepped aside and half-turned, the large green paw hitting a button on the elevator panel. The doors slid open, revealing an elevator with marble floors and mirrored walls, polished wood behind the seams of the mirrors. 

Flamedramon guided the rookies in, settling against the blue-metal railing around waist height in the elevator. The doors slid closed. Rather than ‘elevator music’, a soft purring and growling started to play as the elevator descended. 

“Alright… I want to keep the surprise, but I suppose I should share some of the ground rules.” Flamedramon purred, lowering into a crouch, putting himself at eye level with the rookies. “It’s super, incredibly consent orientated here. Everyone will ask for consent before most everything they do. Checking out, talking, cuddling, and kissing are generally fair game. But if you say ‘no thank you’, ‘stop’, or ‘no’, any mon will stop immediately. Otherwise… slow down, faster, harder… everyone respects what others say. That means you two have to comply with those rules. You two comfortable with the rules?”

Both the rookies nodded, Puck leading the response, Zed following. 

“Awesome. If at any point, you want to leave, just say so. No matter who you’re with, they’ll escort you to the entrance, and page the other two of us.” Flamedramon affectionately rumbles, squatting back down. Looking between the rookies, he smiled, rumbling. “This is a… incredible place. And no matter what’s going on… everyone here wants everyone to have a great time. So… have the time of your lives. And no matter what, I promise, we’ll all come out just as we entered.”

All three smiled to each other. The over-reassurance registered to the rookies- more so Puck than Zed- but there was a general sense that something special, something incredible, was about to happen. 

The elevator chimed and slowed. Flamedramon stood again, watching the doors. They opened slowly, unveiling a nightclub. The elevator served as a visual appetizer to the club. The interior had low lighting throughout, spare the stages. Deep blue and a red ochre dominated the walls and furniture, each strengthened by royal purple accents. The tables and bar were crowned with the same oak wood behind the elevator’s mirrors. 

It was all visible below the entrance. The elevator had opened to a small loft overlooking the club. All five bars were visible, the three smaller stages, a main stage, and a large dance floor. All behind a thick glass wall. The rumble of music barely made it through, teasing at the entrant’s senses. 

To the left were a few entryways. An elevator behind one, stairs behind the other, and… the final had a fireman’s pole. An odd choice, eclectic, but tempting. With the room’s design, it was hard to notice the black marble podium. It stood in front of the windows. The Gaomon, standing behind the podium, was patient. The color accents, and lighting, behind her were distracting enough to warrant it. 

Once Zed and Puck focused on the small canine, she nodded and yipped. “Welcome! It’s a pleasure to have you, Puck and Zed.” She dipped her muzzle and proclaimed, “Welcome back, master Flamedramon!” She looked down to her podium, then back up. “We have your completed booking. Do you wish to modify or add anything to those now, or shall we go and you can request as the night proceeds?” 

Flamedramon rumbled, “I think we’re good for now. These two do not have a backup profile, and I would like to update mine as well.”

The canine nodded. “Of course! It’s our pleasure. Thank you for entrusting us with such a special task. If you would please, one at a time, step into the booth.” 

The Gaomon gestured to her left, opposite the stairs, elevator, and pole. What looked like a flat wall suddenly had seams. Two rectangular panels slid forward, then apart. They revealed a closet of a room, the walls a low, mellow purple with digital writing in a pale blue. 

Flamedramon walked up to the new opening, pausing. “I’d like my armor backed up, but removed, please.” To the Gaomon. She nodded, looking down, tapping at the podium. “Of course, master Flamedramon. Will your standard be the guardian again?”

“Yep!” came a glib reply, before Flamedramon stepped into the space. The doors slide together, then back into the wall. For a moment, it was as if the room had never existed. And another moment later, they reversed. The doors slid outward, open, and Flamedramon stepped out, for once truly naked; no black belt bands, no armor. He walked a few paces away, then sat back into nothing. A cushion, then chair, digitized over the floor, catching him. When Flamedramon lifted his legs, an ottoman appeared below to rest them atop.

“To enter, an entire data backup is required. To make sure anything, and everything, you enter with is there when you leave. Safety precaution, and little more. But a requirement. If you’re not okay, we can head back to the teacup.” 

“I would add,” The Gaomon said, “that the data backup is deleted upon your departure. If you are uncomfortable with it, we can even isolate your backup onto a physical drive, in that room, whereupon you carry it and do what you wish with it. We do understand some mon are very private about their data.”

Once again, the rookies looked at one another. They stepped a little closer together and began discussing. Flamedramon relaxed in his seat, head resting back. He did his best not to eavesdrop or watch the conversation. Glancing to the receptionist. Rumbling, and giving her a warm smile. Then looking out, beyond the Gaomon, to the main stage and dance area. He knew it well, and hadn’t been in a long time. He missed it. But at the same time, he had little desire to force another into such a scene. Then Flamedramon got another small boost of excitement, seeing the DJ at the main stage.

Soon enough, Zed joined Flamedramon. Walking over, then climbing into the chair, sitting in the armor type’s lap, resting back against Flamedramon’s front. Puck walked over to the backup room, turning and facing outward. The doors slid closed, then back into the wall.  That didn’t quell Zed’s curious looks to the odd closet room, though. It was a short wait, the doors opening again a moment later. 

Flamedramon nuzzled atop Zed’s head, rumbling. Puck walked over to Zed and Flamedramon, smiling. “All good.” they chirped, pushing gently at Zed. Zed nodded, hopping out of Flamedramon’s lap. He made his way to the backup closet, stepping inside and looking around. 

Puck flopped forward, a cushion appearing as they did, catching them. 

“That’s so awesome.” Puck laughed, folding their arms and resting their head down atop them. The relief after the data backup was almost like a buzz. It was a weird experience, a brand new experience. Knowing it was nothing before was little relief compared to the experience that it was nothing. 

Soon enough, Zed reemerged. Flamedramon and Puck stood, Flamedramon guiding them to a regular door. Beyond it was a staircase, spiraling down to the club floor. The three digimon marched downward, the quiet and white lighting of the entryway giving way to deep, bass-rich music and shifting deep, shifting colored light. 

“All the blue tiled areas have the furniture effect, just like the room upstairs. The red tiled areas are walkways, and … if you try, you’ll just face plant. No furniture.” he chuckled, rumbling and glancing back. “Purple tile areas will form furniture, but only if activated by one of the servers. Sort of like… private areas, or reserved spaces. Along with furniture, they have privacy screens and some other amenities.”

Puck and Zed were both listening, but it was hard to stare out to the vast club space. There were probably a hundred digimon of so many different kinds. Hanging out, dancing, making out, drinking… There was a smattering of small stages where digimon were dancing. Some suggestive, some with a stripper pole, some just having a good time. A purple tiled area seemed to be claimed already, thin white curtains blocking it off from the rest of the club. The lighting, however, left little to the imagination as it cast shadows of digimon fucking, doggy style, against the cloth walls. 

Puck and Zed paused as they simultaneously spotted the DJ. An Etemon was standing behind a mishmash setup of turntables and god knows what. Dancing around, hitting this and that, the Etemon’s energy through the roof. Then he started jumping up and down, his cock and balls flapping around. The rookies noticed they were behind, rushing down the stairs to catch up.

“Otherwise… like I said.” Flamedramon spoke louder as they stepped off the stairs and onto the club’s floor. “If you want to do anything, ask permission. If someone wants to do something to you, they’ll ask permission. Just… say what’s going on. Slow down, something you want to change, invite someone else in… have at it.” 

Flamedramon suddenly disappeared with a blur of red. The rookies looked to where Flamedramon was, then back behind. Flamedramon was several feet behind them, laying back on a mattress. Luckily, they were in a blue tile area. Atop Flamedramon was a fiery red beast, pinning the blue dragon. 

The Firamon snarled, “How dare you show up here, without giving me forewarning…” he shifted down, his muzzle approaching Flamedramon’s. “I’m working tonight… I would have taken the night off. I have … so… very much to pay you back for.” The leonine digimon’s tongue dragged across Flamedramon’s muzzle, the barbed flesh rasping against scales. 

Flamedramon laughed, his hands rising up to play with Firamon’s ears. “I didn’t have time to! I’ve brought two first timers… you know how much preparation time that takes. I did it in two days!” Flamedramon protested. Firamon leaned in, growling, pushing his fangs at Flamedramon’s muzzle. 

Flamedramon looked back to the rookies and waved a paw. “I’ll find you two. Just set up somewhere. We’ve got a private show in a bit-” Flamedramon was suddenly silenced as a fanged maw shoved onto his throat, the Firamon snarling as he bit down. 

Puck and Zed looked to one another, back to Flamedramon. Firamon had shifted a little, a forepaw pinning Flamedramon, and he was biting down on Flamedramon’s shoulder. It wasn’t quite clear whether the groans Flamedramon made were pleasure, pain, or both. Likely both. The rookies turned forward again and continued walking. They walked around the club floor, checking out some of the dancers and the groups already settled in. Puck stopped to watch, and comment to Zed, at a Greymon... making out? Was probably the most appropriate term, with a Gabumon. The two looked incredibly practiced and comfortable at it, the kissing and tongue play going far smoother than one would imagine. 

“You want a turn?” The Greymon growled, briefly breaking the kiss, an eye on the purple rookies. 

Both blushed and shook their heads, “It’s beautiful to watch! Thanks!” Zed squeaked over the music, before the two resumed walking. 

All of the sights, sounds, scents… even the concepts were overwhelming. Pairings that one would never expect to see. Puck had to stop several times just to check out, comment and compliment, on others’ modifications. After fifteen minutes of wandering, a little dancing, and doing their best not to gawk, Puck and Zed a blue-tiled area that was free. Just as they were stepping into it, there was a quiet, “Excuse me?”.

The purple digimon turned, spotting a Gazimon and another Monodramon. Both female, from the appearance. The Monodramon continued, “Uh… My friend and I were wondering if you two wanted to… kiss a little? I’ve not seen many other Monodramon around.” 

The Gazimon rolled her eyes and shoved her Monodramon friend toward Zed. Zed flushed a little as he caught her, their eyes looking into one another’s. 

“Uh… I’m like… gay… In case you were hoping for more? But uh… Kissing should be okay?” Zed asked, flushed as the Monodramon he was holding. Zed glanced over to Puck for backup, but only received a thumbs up. When Zed turned back, the Monodramon had leaned in, her lips brushing against Zed’s. They pressed together in a timid, gentle kiss. Zed closed his eyes, all too flustered and confused. It was rare to meet another Monodramon, sure. But more than that, it was the first time he had ever kissed a woman of any digimon species. 

“You want a necklace?” The Gazimon asked Puck. Puck took a moment to respond, taken by the Gazimon’s head fur. It wasn’t styled different, but the tufts were pale pink, blue, and white. She pulled a pink, material messenger bag around to her front. Reaching in, she pulled free an elastic band with rainbow colored candy ‘jewels’ along it. “I’m giving out a free one to anybody I kiss.”

Puck laughed, half-watching the Gazimon, half watching as the Monodramon’s timid kissing developed into properly making out. Puck refocused on the Gazimon, leaning their head forward. “Sure, why not.” 

The Gazimon lifted the necklace, stretching it over Puck’s head, sliding it down to their neck. From there, their gray paws and large black claws grabbed onto Puck’s shoulders, pulling Puck in. Her fuzzy muzzle went right for the gold, interlocking with Puck’s, a canine tongue teasing against Puck’s purple, forked one. She pressed into the kiss for a good minute, making out with Puck, before she broke it. 

“Your mods are… Incredible, by the way. Such a cool design.” She rumbled, rubbing her nose to Puck’s snout. 

“Ah, thanks! Did it all myself.” Puck proclaimed proudly, letting their paws explore along the Gazimon’s shaggy furred sides. “I love your fur coloring.”

“Thanks!”, her voice giddy and playful, before going in to resume the kiss. 

It was hard to keep track of time while occupied with such fun, but eventually the women broke free of the kiss, the Gazimon telling her Monodramon friend she needed to get rid of a lot more necklaces. 

Just as they left, Flamedramon rejoined the rookies, as though he had been waiting for them to finish. 

“That was cute.” he teased, looking between the rookies. “Thought you were gay?” He teased, wiggling his tail at Zed. 

“You’re just trying to keep us from asking about all those bite marks.” Puck countered, pointing up to Flamedramon’s left shoulder and his neck. 

Flamedramon laughed in response, “Nah. I don’t mind at all. Firamon’s… really, really into me. But he’s uncomfortable at the Fire Bar. So… I pretty much always let him know when I’m here. Slipped my mind this time… he’s a bit of a biter.” Flamedramon licked his lips, rumbling, “Also… Firamon cock breath is intense, so I might hold off on kissing for a bit.” He teased, sticking his tongue out. 

“I am gay.” Zed finally chipped in, his tail swaying a little. “I didn’t want to have sex with her… but kissing her was really nice. And… I’d cuddle her too.” Zed proudly squeaked. 

“… That’s so gay.” Puck teased, reaching over and giving Zed’s ass a squeeze. The Monodramon squeaked, then puffed, glaring at Puck. 

“Check it, so one of my favorites here…” Flamedramon spread his arms a little, then just fell backward, to the floor. A cushion materialized before him, then spread. It grew upward, carrying Flamedramon until he was lounging atop a large beanbag chair. He propped his feet up, an ottoman forming beneath them. “Now, if you two would get rubbing…”

“Pardon, master Flamedramon.” The voice was cordial, but sharp. The rookies turned to see a Hawkmon standing at the edge of the blue tile area, a tablet in his arm. He sported a cute, small black tie and wore thick rimmed glasses. “Your show is ready, and will commence in ten minutes. You are in room fourteen.”

Flamedramon narrowed his eyes and puffed out his nostrils. “… Firamon owes me a foot massage.” He playfully grumbled, pushing up off the cushion. It dissolved back into data, rejoining the blue tiles that made the floor. Flamedramon walked over to the purple rookies, lifting each and setting them on a shoulder. He followed behind Hawkmon, the rookies able to get a better view of the club and the activities going on from higher up. And a better view up to the stage, where the Etemon was now on mic, at the front of the stage, hyping up the crowd. His impressive junk flopping around as he jumped and danced and cheered, pre visibly flinging from it, despite being flaccid.

The Hawkmon continued to the left wall of the club. It looked like they were about to walk into the wall, but seams formed. The wall slid back, then outward, functioning as two doors again. The group walked through, the doors sliding closed again behind them, forming a solid wall once more, the loud music and voices of the club suddenly absent. 

“What’s with all the weird wall doors?” Zed asked, looking over his shoulder to where the doors had disappeared. 

“While it appears we are in one large, continuous space, each doorway is actually an intermediate portal that connects two spaces that are quite distant from one another. For privacy, noise isolation, and various other… services we offer, it is best that each room is very distantly isolated from one another.” The Hawkmon replied, sounding as if he was a brochure for the place. 

“That’s… intense.” Puck commented, looking to the numbers lining both sides of the hallway. The first on the left was numbered 1, the first on the right numbered 11, the numbers proceeding down the hallway. 

“It allows for isolation of customers, ensuring safety for all and that no one might stumble upon something they wished not to. Of course, it also means that those who wish to remain private in their acts are guaranteed privacy.” Hawkmon continued, walking just past the ‘14’ on the right wall, then halting. He turned about face, smiling cordially up at the three digimon. “This is you. Both your first, and second, show will be in this room. If you need any amenities, simply ask out loud, and staff will take care of you as soon as possible.”

The wall split under the number fourteen, pushing forward, then sliding outward. Beyond was a comfortable looking lounge. The room was surprisingly large. It could easily fit a few Greymon comfortably. A large, comfy looking couch sat against the wall, just to the left of the doorway. Flamedramon carried Puck and Zed to it, setting them down beside one another, Flamedramon sitting back next to Puck. Even with all three, there was extensive room on either side. Enough they could each lay head-to-foot with each other and not span the entire length. Flamedramon patted the couch cushion twice, a pillow forming a moment later. He took it, put it behind his head, then kicked his feet up onto a newly formed ottoman. 

“… Is this like… some really shady shit? Or like… where really bad things happen?” Zed asked, glancing past Puck to Flamedramon, then turning forward again. They were off grid, and the place was… very different from anything Zed had ever encountered. After the data backup, the talk of isolation and privacy…

Flamedramon laughed and reached over, rubbing atop Zed’s head. “Come now… do you think I would ever put you in real danger, my sweet Zed?... I suppose the best response is… no, it’s more the… opposite of that. The digidollars, expertise, and dream for this place was made by a small group. I don’t know who all are a part of it, but I have met the Lucemon and Huanglongmon who are among them. They like to hang out and socialize. The group made this to be the safest possible space to explore, experiment, to… investigate who you really are, I guess. For example, the club is very popular for those who want to experiment with digimodification. If a mon corrupts themselves horribly, or something goes wrong, their data can be reconstructed using the backup. Which is why you are scanned on the way in, and out… to make sure there isn’t a single byte of change you don’t want.”

Zed looked curious at that, Puck perking up excitedly. “Really?... That’s so cool! I wish I’d known about this place before!”

Flamedramon looked a little guilty. He moved his paw to rub atop Puck’s head. “You have to be personally invited by someone… there’s a lot of background checking, and money, that goes into someone new being here. And they’re very select… in a way, this is kind of your two… compatibility test. Just be yourselves, and I’m sure they’ll invite you.” Flamedramon smiled, looking between the two. “I’ve never brought a guest who wasn’t offered an invitation… so I’ve got a pretty good nose to know who’ll fit in here.” 

Puck looked excited, but when they looked to Zed, the Monodramon looked less sure. Flamedramon moved his paw back to Zed’s head, stroking along it. “You have my word, my sweet Zed. I will never let something bad happen to you when I’m around.” Flamedramon tilted his head, rumbling softly. “Would feel better in my lap?”

Zed’s face reddened, the Monodramon dropping to hide in his paws and fins. Puck leaned to their lover, hugging against their side. 

“It’s just us sweetie… nothing to be embarrassed about. Remember, Ace isn’t here with us.” Puck cooed, kissing affectionately at Zed’s shoulder and neck. Puck’s paw moved down, gently rubbing Zed’s belly. 

“… Yes please.” Zed squeaked from behind his paws. After a few moments, his paws finally lowered. Zed was still blushing, but slid off of the couch, around Puck, and up into Flamedramon’s lap. Flamedramon wrapped his left arm gently around Zed’s middle, letting the rookie get comfy and lounge back against him. His right arm rest around Puck, holding them close. 

A soft chime sounded. Flamedramon rumbled, “Alright, they’re starting in a moment.” As Flamedramon gestured at the floor, a line of dim yellow lights illuminated, making a line from the left wall to the right. “Since this is a viewing only show, we cannot cross the yellow line. You can do whatever you like on this side… have drinks or food… jerk off, have sex, anything, so long as we’re not interacting with them without being prompted. They do their thing, we watch. We can’t interrupt, stop them… They can ask questions, talk to us, request input… Otherwise…” Flamedramon nuzzled down atop Zed, squeezing Puck close. “I hope you two enjoy. I do think this will be more… to Puck’s tastes. If you really don’t want to watch, just say ‘I’d like to leave’ aloud, and you’ll be teleported back to the hallway. All sound good?” Flamedramon asked, looking between, and nuzzling, each of the rookies. 

“Yup!” Puck and Zed said simultaneously. 

The three got comfortable, Flamedramon slowly rubbing Zed’s belly with one hand, the other caressing Puck’s far shoulder. The ground before them shimmered, a series of plush looking blankets and pillows forming across the large space. The right wall formed seams, then two very large doors spreading apart. Anticipation built, as nothing happened. Then, just barely, something danced in the air. It was high up off the ground. Then, again. Further in the room. A tongue flicked and danced in the air, shortly followed by a white muzzle. A Sandiramon slithered into the room. 

“… Aren’t Sandiramon a lot larger than that?” Puck quietly asked up to Flamedramon. 

“Mmmhmm. He’s probably… half sized. Size compatibility digimodifications are quite common here. Then again, some modify to be less size compatible…” Flamedramon rumbled, watching the snake slither further and further in. Halfway down its body was a psychemon, straddled over the snake’s body. He looked to the audience, smiling and nodding a greeting. 

Sandiramon curled a few times, resting in a pile of coils, Psychemon atop them before the snake’s large head. 

“Greetings! We’ll begin the show now, if you are all ready?” the Psychemon said in a sweet, cheerful tone. He looked a little flushed, overly excited for their performance. Psychemon’s dark purple shaft was already pushed out of his slit, steadily throbbing with his heartbeat. 

Flamedramon looked down, Zed absently nodding. Then to Puck. The Impmon was just staring, their jaw hanging open, eyes wide. Flamedramon chuckled softly, lifting his paw to give a thumbs up to the two reptile digimon. 

“Aweso- ack!” the Psychemon had started to respond, only to be suddenly flung up into the air. The Sandiramon had bit onto Psychemon’s fur, tossing the rookie into the air with a mere flick of its head. Sandiramon reared back a little, then struck forward in a flash, just as Psychemon reached the pinnacle of his arc. A demonstration of sheer speed and precision. Appreciating the prowess was hard to pay attention, though, with Psychemon squeaking and being snatched into the snake’s mouth. 

Both Puck and Zed gasped, though the tones were rather different. Zed’s shocked, paws covering his muzzle, eyes wide and staring. Puck’s gasp was far more excited, intrigued. Flamedramon comfortingly rumbled to Zed, his paw moving around Puck to tease the rookie’s shaft, caressing with the back of his fingers. 

Sandiramon stayed still, holding his strike pose for a moment. Then he turned to the audience, revealing Psychemon stuck between his lips. All of Psychemon’s body was in Sandiramon’s mouth, only his head free between the white, scaled lips. Psychemon was squirming and moaning, Sandiramon’s tongue teasing along his legs and ass. 

Sandiramon brought his tail up to his muzzle, poking at Psychemon’s nose with his tail tip. The Psychemon whined, timidly licking at the tail tip. Sandiramon lowered his head down, jaws slowly opening to reveal Psychemon laying, face-down, along his lower jaw. Sandiramon’s tail slid in, sliding between Psychemon’s body and pelt, coiling around his middle several times. 

As the tail pulled Psychemon free, Sandiramon nibbling down on Psychemon’s pelt with his fangs. Sandiramon’s tail pulled forward as his head pulled back, pulling the pelt free of Psychemon’s body. Sandiramon turned his head away, spitting the pelt onto the ground. He turned back, tail and muzzle coming together again. 

Psychemon hung, upside-down, his feet sticking out the top of the white coils that pinned his arms to his torso, and his head hung from the bottom. Sandiramon had shifted to make sure it was readily available to the audience, so the three could see Psychemon and Sandiramon pressing lips to one another. Sandiramon backed away, just a little, flicking his tongue out. Psychemon lapped at the tongue in return, a flickering tongue-kiss. 

While the two were clearly practiced, putting on a fun show, Sandiramon and Psychemon were entirely into one another. Beyond positioning for viewing, the audience didn’t exist, just their special connection. 

Sandiramon slowly lowered his tail and head, just a few feet off the ground, close to the couch, just beyond the ‘do not cross’ line. Sandiramon made several slow feints, moving his lips toward Psychemon’s head from one angle, flicking his tongue, then backing away. He repeated it, from another angle, and another.  Sandiramon seemed to finally deem one perfect, his jaws spreading. Wider, and wider, until his jaws were spread a full one hundred and eighty degrees, fangs protruding, glistening pink and maw flesh showing off, all descending into the dark gape of his throat. 

The jaws clamped down, engulfing Psychemon’s head and shoulders. There were audible gasps by the rookies, both Puck and Monodramon fascinated, and the Psychemon groaning, muffled inside Sandiramon’s mouth. The coils around Psychemon began to ripple, rolling squeezes forward, feeding Psychemon into Sandiramon’s mouth. The naked rookie wasn’t struggling to get free. If anything, he seemed to be fighting to get into that mouth. 

Sandiramon steadily, but slowly, allowed Psychemon deeper and deeper. The coils steadily fed the rookie forward, until Sandiramon’s smooth lips were hugged around Psychemon’s waist. Psychemon’s purple shaft throbbed against Sandiramon’s lower lip. The snake finally released his tail, the tail sliding away. Sandiramon turned, facing the audience directly. Pursed lips hugged around Psychemon’s hips. The audience could see how Psychemon ground his hips, toes squirming as the Psychemon was held stuck in his place. 

Sandiramon moved closer, and closer, until Psychemon’s feet were just barely on their side of the ‘do not cross’ line. He lowered down, then slowly opened his jaws. Just enough so the audience could see inside, along the maw’s interior, over the slick Psychemon, and the gaping tunnel of a throat. Psychemon slid his hands along the slick interior, gripping at the back of Sandiramon’s fangs. He pulled himself forward, deeper into the mouth, lifting and pulling his leg in. Psychemon’s hands moved inward, sliding down into Sandiramon’s throat. His foot pressed to Sandiramon’s lower fangs, using his strong leg to pull himself entirely in the maw. Psychemon was just far enough that his head was pointed down, into the throat, staring into the abyss he ached to be enveloped in. 

Flamedramon wasn’t quite sure how Zed was reacting. The little rookie’s mouth was hanging open, and he stared, enraptured in the sight. Puck, on the other hand, was much easier to read. They were leaning forward, staring, slack jawed, and sporting a drooling erection. Flamedramon shifted from teasing his fingers along the shaft to fully gripping it. He squeezed, earning a gasp and Puck’s thighs pressing together. Flamedramon started to oh-so-slowly masturbate the rookie, while Flamedramon’s attention returned to the show. 

Sandiramon left his jaws open, skillfully swallowing, throat pulling on Psychemon’s head and arms. The rookie slid deeper, his head disappearing. Then his shoulders, his feet now dragging limp behind him. Sandiramon opened his muzzle wider, allowing in more light, as Psychemon was halfway in the throat. There was a brief pause, Psychemon’s feet curling, then splaying toes, tail fidgeting. There was a squeeze in Sandiramon’s throat, and the Psychemon went tense. His legs flexed, his full body clenched, while spurts of cum shot out of Psychemon’s purple shaft, down along Sandiramon’s lower jaw.

That seemed to be the key event Sandiramon had been waiting for. Before Psychemon had finished cumming, the snake relaxed his hold, letting his throat muscles resume. The purple shaft and plush Psychemon ass slid down into the throat, paused, then down to his knees. The Sandiramon kept his jaws wide, just before the audience. 

As Psychemon’s calves slid down out of sight, Flamedramon started to stroke Puck faster. Just the heels and bottoms of those pink feet, then the green claws on them… Puck groaned and arched, just as Psychemon’s toes disappeared and Sandiramon closed his jaws. The snake turned his head up, showing off the bulge of writhing rookie sliding down his throat, down along his body, to rest in his stomach. 

“That’s… quite a mess…” Flamedramon admired, kissing at Puck’s ear. The Impmon had painted the floor, the couch, their own chest and neck, an impressive load even for the modified mon. 

A hissy voice cooed, “I… hope you enjoyed our sssshow…” the Sandiramon’s eyes were fixed on Puck, his tongue flicking with excitement. 

“Digigods… yes… that was SO … crazy, awesome, everything.” Puck exclaimed, scooting forward to the edge of the couch, slipping through their own cum. 

“Excellent!” The Sandiramon hissed, bowing his head. “I am glad you enjoyed. And while this is… technically a viewing only show…” The Sandiramon looked to the yellow line, waving his tail at it. A moment later, the yellow lights faded. “Psychemon adores when others feel the bulge he has become.” The snake’s head stayed in the same place, but his coils rolled over each other, until a section of body with a distinct bulge was before the small audience. “Feel free to hug, feel, caress, massage… he feels it all, and adores it.” 

Puck took a step forward, but froze when they got to where the yellow line used to be. Puck looked back to Flamedramon, Puck’s expression unsure, worried it might be some sort of test. Flamedramon smiled, gesturing Puck forward with a wave of his paw. Puck turned and launched themselves, hugging onto the bulge in Sandiramon’s body, paws exploring it. 

Flamedramon caressed Zed’s sides, cooing to him. “How’s my sweet Monodramon doing?” Flamedramon purred, muzzle just gently brushing atop Zed’s head. 

Zed shifted and turned around, until he was sitting sideways in Flamedramon’s lap. Zed leaned toward the dragon, cooing as Flamedrmaon arms wrapped around him. Flamedramon could see Zed had freed from his slit- maybe halfway out or so- and hung half hard. He certainly had enjoyed the show in some way. 

“Like… If you had told me ahead of time, I don’t think I would have … wanted to be here or understood it at all. But watching it…” Zed glanced to the bulge that Puck was stroking over, nuzzling their face into. “I think I get it. That was… incredible. They were so incredibly intimate, so loving, with every single thing they did. But at the same time…” He looked back up to Flamedramon, a hint of fear in his eyes. “It’s still like… going to be months until he hatches, and a longer until he’s back at rookie. That’s a lot for a fetish.”

Flamedramon’s paw lifted, stroking from the base of Zed’s jaw, up to his chin. “Yes, that would be a lot, certainly… but that’s something Hawkmon neglected to mention earlier. We’re off the grid, in empty space, every room isolated so far from the rest. Data can’t be lost here. Nothing absorbs data here, but other digimon. There’s a dedicated nursery right in the club. Psychemon’s going to jerk off a lot, enjoy the slimy embrace… and fall asleep. Once his data breaks down and absorbed, Sandiramon will enter an extraction chamber. Psychemon’s egg will form in the nursery, his data extracted out of Sandiramon, and fed into the egg. He’ll hatch, then be back to exactly how he was upon entering this room, in a day. Two days, tops. Like I said, the data scan. We leave exactly how we enter, right?”

Zed’s expression softened as he began to understand the special circumstance they were in. Zed and Flamedramon looked over to Puck, who had finally let go of the bulge. They had left some cum smears on it, and seemed rather embarrassed, though Sandiramon was reassuring the rookie. Sandiramon bowed his head down again, then left through the same large doors he had entered through. 

Puck returned to the couch, hands on the sides of their head. “That… was… insane!” They exclaimed. “I owe you so much! I don’t think I’ll ever forget how… incredible, hot, everything that was!”

Flamedramon leaned forward, resting his weight atop Zed, squishing the Monodramon a little. “Ohh? Well… we’ve not even gotten to the main course, yet.” 

Both rookies were visibly surprised. They turned, staring at one another. Then the left wall split, sliding open, for a new digimon to enter.