Zed kissed Flamedramon again, a brief encounter of tongues coiling each other before he broke the kiss. 

“My worst?... I’m only giving a mon hot as you my best, and then some.” He promised, deep and lusty. 

Flamedramon thought he heard a dismissive grunt from behind him, but Digitamamon’s voice drowned out any certainty. 

“Your best huh? If Ace is out for this round, mind if I step in, maybe give you some cheat codes for this blue boy here?” Digitamamon goaded, having slid off the bed. Flamedramon glanced over, noting the empty martini glass Digitamamon had left on the night stand. And the pulsing, green erection that had poked free of Digitamamon’s shell. The mottled green flesh tipped by a purple glans that just barely peeked free of Digitamamon’s foreskin. The egg Digimon’s black fingers were gripping the opening of his shell, on either side of his eyes. 

“Sounds like a good time to me.” Zed puffed, eager and playful. A powerful hand gripped on Flamedramon’s horn, massaging and teasingly tugging it. 

Flamedramon gave into the pleasure of having his horns worked. He set his head back down, facing Zed. Then, a second later, Zed’s bobbing cock; the Cyberdramon having stood up to address Digitamamon. Flamedramon licked his lips, eyeing the overhang of Perfect-level digimon foreskin. He quickly leaned forward, engulfing the tip, sucking eagerly on it. 

Zed huffed and rested his hands along Flamedramon’s back and tail base, leaning over the blue twink. He took a moment to admire Flamedramon’s ass, just beyond his thick tail base, before returning his gaze to Digitamamon. 

The egg mon was standing where Ace had before, a single finger tracing up and down along the sole of Flamedramon’s foot. Flamedramon cooed eagerly, a tremble visible in his tail. He sucked harder, tongue sinking in to tease between cockhead and foreskin once more. Zed growled, his hands kneading the mon where they rested. 

“So what’re you thinking up?” Zed did his best to ask, though Flamedramon’s ministrations were making it hard to think clearly, let alone form intelligible sentences. His hand gripped at Flamedramon’s tail, squeezing it nice and hard, making the mon beneath him moan into Zed’s cock. 

“Flamedramon’s all kinds of fun after he cums. He gets real desperate to make you cum too… sucks dick like he’s starving for it. And to make him cum…” Digitamon paused, his grin showing through the window of his shell. “Well… This slut loves sucking dick,” Digitamamon teased, black arms extending from his shell, hands gripping and massaging Flamedramon’s ass cheeks. “And he practically lives for getting filled with cum… but.” He continued to tease, his fingers brushing against Zed’s. “This boy’ll do anything for feet. Nothing makes him cum like a foot… or a few.” 

Zed chuckled, releasing a steaming breath. He groaned, standing up and gripping the back of Flamedramon’s head. He shoved his hips forward, trusting Flamedramon to be prepared for it. A choke and gag was quickly followed by eager swallowing and hands caressing Zed’s thighs. He hilted in Flamedramon’s muzzle again, grinding his slit lips to Flamedramon’s muzzle tip. 

“Fuck… I could do that. These boots come off… whole suit does if I want…” he mused, resting deep in Flamedramon. Grinding his hips to muzzle, savoring the surreal feel and view of such a smaller digimon taking his whole cock. He pulled his hips back slowly, watching as the eager Armor type moved forward with it, greedily trying keep that cock filling his throat. 

“Help me flip this cock hole.” Digitamamon instructed, his hands gripping Flamedramon’s legs. Zed slid his hands up Flamedramon’s lithe form, landing on his shoulders. The two perfect digimon easily lifted and flipped Flamedramon, the armor type landing on the platform with a soft grunt. He managed to keep ahold of Zed’s cock the whole time, the head of the shaft between Flamedramon’s lips when he was rotated. He went right back to sucking, not missing a beat. At least, until Zed’s cock was pulled free, earning a hungry whine from Flamedramon. 

“I’d ask about the sweat and all…” Zed mused, crouching done to one knee. “But I have a feeling that’s all part of what he likes.” Zed finished with a playful snort, eye-to-mask with Flamedramon again. Zed laid his hand on the front of his boot, a few pops and hisses as steam escaped from the latex-clad mechanics. The boot front flipped open, the back piece separating at Zed’s hock. 

“It’s like you’re getting to know this pervert.” Digitamamon snorted, climbing up onto the platform to stand over Flamedramon. 

“What a messy digi you are…” he chastised, slowly lifting one of his feet. Flamedramon lifted his head to peer down. Digitamamon was so close, his heel inches above Flamedramon’s shaft. And messy was an understatement. The slime of Flamedramon’s shaft, and the near-constant leakage of pre, had soaked Flamedramon’s front. Bridges of goo spanned between Flamedramon’s front and his shaft. Digitamamon’s teasing, splaying his toes, wiggling them, all just so close to Flamedramon’s shaft… it earned another desperate flex of the cock, pre spurting up onto Flamedramon’s chin and neck. 

It was all the worse- or better, from Digitamamon’s perspective- from Flamedramon’s day of work. Becoming erect had pushed Renamon’s cum free of Flamedramon’s slit. Ace’s load was mixing with it, leaking out from under Flamedramon’s tail. The mess coated Flamedramon’s groin and run down his inner thighs. The mon was practically a cum rag at that point. 

“Your fault… for not letting me cum today…” Flamedramon responded, barely getting it out before a loud groan burst from his muzzle. Digitamamon had stepped down on Flamedramon’s dick, his sole along the belly of Flamedramon’s shaft, the twink’s pointed tip sinking between Digitamamon’s toes. He hardly had time to get his groan under control before Zed’s fingers were at his jaw. 

The Cyberdramon gently pulled, guiding Flamedramon to look up to him. Flamedramon met the toothy grin on Zed’s masked face far above him. It was quickly blotted out as a huge foot lifted over him. It paused only briefly, the toes splaying, showing off the sweat-soaked interior and matching sole. 

“Ohhhh… two toes… your favorite!” Digitamamon teased, simultaneously grinding his foot down on Flamedramon’s cock. He’d stroke to the tip, then his heel to the base, forward again… then press, grinding his foot against the dick. 

While Digitamamon worked Flamedramon’s long, pink shaft, Zed stepped down. Flamedramon’s muzzle sunk between the two thick toes, his snout engulfed in the intense, sweaty heat. And the smell. The rich, intense stink of latex boots, sweat, Cyberdramon, feet… it was a poignant brew that filled his lungs and made his brain struggle to function. 

The two Perfect level digimon hardly had time to play. Digitamamon made one more trip with his foot, grinding down onto the shaft. Zed felt a deep draw of air between his toes, tilting his foot forward to feel Flamedramon’s tongue sink between the toes, licking from toe tips to the crotch between them. 

Then Flamedramon was cumming. It was barely seconds between the feet landing on him and Flamedramon arching. The day of teasing, of servicing, of anticipating the night did a hell of a job working Flamedramon up. And all that came out in thick, powerful shots of Flamedramon cum. They splattered up over his belly, neck, chin, and even shooting past his head. Decorating Zed’s ankle and foot, some splattering to the floor past the platform they had set up. 

“That was fast.” Ace commented in the background, having moved to a seat to watch. 

“Wow…” Zed gawked, even as shots continued to pulse out of Flamedramon’s shaft. The fire digimon was whimpering and groaning, puffing sniffs between his toes. All the while, Digitamamon was roughly milking Flamedramon for every drop he had. Heel grinding into the base of Flamedramon’s shaft, then sole pushing and stroking to the tip. Several of the numerous shots were caught against Digitamamon’s foot, cum smeared along the shaft and sole alike, sticking and making wet bridges between Digitamamon’s green toes. 

Moaning devolved into whimpers as Digitamamon kept going, even as Flamedramon’s orgasm subsided, and pleasure edged toward discomfort and over-stimulation. 

“That’s how you treat a little slut like this boy.” Digitamamon goaded proudly, lifting his foot away. He eyed over Flamedramon, for a spot to wipe his foot clean. Flamedramon was such a mess that it wouldn’t make a difference. Instead, he just lowered it back to the platform. Digitamamon’s arms moved out, grabbing Flamedramon’s legs at the thighs. He lifted them, resting Flamedramon’s legs around his egg exoskeleton, just high enough to align cock and ass. 

Digitamamon didn’t wait for an invitation, to consult Zed, or for Flamedramon to recover from Ace’s rutting or his orgasm. Digitamamon leaned over and thrust down with long-practiced precision. His cock tip hit Flamedramon’s taint, sliding down and sinking right into the blue mon. 

Zed was pulling his foot free even as Digitamamon got into a steady, rapid rhythm of thrusting into the well-used digimon. Digitamamon was well-hung, but nowhere near the level of the towering Cyberdramon. Ace had really done a job on Flamedramon, leaving his tail pipe sore and well-stretched. 

“Fuck, just the way I like my slut…” Digitamamon groaned, savoring the sopping, loosened passage of his lover. And the slick, lewd squelching as he thrust into the cum-filled passage. “Loose and a mess… You did a great job Ace…” Digitamamon groaned, really giving it to the mon beneath him. Smooth egg shell collided with Flamedramon’s ass with each thrust, making a firm ‘smack’. 

Zed was distracted, just watching the surreal sight of an egg fucking a Flamedramon. And the way Digitamamon’s cock plumbed the Digimon’s well used hole, sinking in and out with such ease. His attention soon returned to the ache between his thighs. Both from his shaft, sore from being so incredibly stiff, and his balls aching for release. 

“My turn…” He growled, hand taking his cock. He smacked the slick tip at Flamedramon’s chin a couple times, adding, “Open up.” 

Flamedramon did just that, his jaws spreading wide. His tongue pushed out, extending his red carpet for the needy Cyberdramon cock. Zed needed little more invitation, pushing the tip of his cock against the roof of Flamedramon’s muzzle. Then he pushed forward, admiring the view as his cock visibly bulged Flamedramon’s throat. Then went further, and further, the bulge becoming an elongated tube as the tip went past Flamedramon’s collar bones. 

“Fuck…” Zed groaned out, pulling back. He started face-fucking the fire Digimon with little concern for Flamedramon’s welfare. Flamedramon had already proven himself, and Digitamamon using Flamedramon like a cock sleeve was all the inspiration he needed. 

Digitamamon’s earlier promise held true. After Flamedramon came, he became all the greedier for his partners’ orgasms. Flamedramon rocked back and forward with each thrust of the two Perfect level digimon. His paws reached out, gripping on and massaging Zed’s inner thigh and taint, working the sensitive areas through the rubber armor guarding them. His tail coiled up, under and behind Digitamamon’s shell, pulling and urging his mate to go harder. 

Ace watched from the side, a quiet comment of “Fuck that’s hot…” ignored by the three in the middle of their throes of lust. The upper floor of the house was noisy with the slapping of mon against mon and the wet squelches of two well-used holes being ploughed in unison. 

Zed was the first to cum. He had been on the edge and backed away a couple times already. Getting to go full tilt on Flamedramon, and simultaneously watching his cock bulge through Flamedramon’s throat, and Digitamamon’s cock bulging Flamedramon’s stomach, was pressing a lot of his buttons. But what really did it, what made his knees weak with lust and his internal balls ache to unleash, was how Flamedramon responded. He swallowed hard, tongue working overtime at Zed’s slit and cock root, every chance he could he loosed a ‘mmmh’ of pleasure. Of adoring Zed’s taste. 

It was tempting to hilt in Flamedramon, to feel his whole shaft massaged by those silky throat muscles. But Zed wanted to hear it. He was so worked up with Flamedramon’s teasing and knowing just what Flamedramon liked. He pulled his hips back, until his cockhead was once again grinding into the hard palate of Flamedramon’s maw. One hand grabbed his cock, pumping the free shaft beyond Flamedramon’s lips. The other hand grabbed Flamedramon’s muzzle, holding it tight around his cock head. 

“Enjoy.” Zed growled, Zed ordered, just before the first wad of cum blasted into Flamedramon’s mouth. Another pulse followed close behind, Flamedramon having to gulp rapidly to save it. Positioned as he was, head upside down, the cum easily spilled out the sides of his muzzle. It flowed back, into his throat, and down it. The armor digimon struggling to get some of the seed down to his stomach. Zed’s earlier statement, bragging how potent he would be, did not let down. Flamedramon’s senses were overwhelmed with the pungent taste of fertile mon seed. Musky with a spicy dragon quality to it, overwhelmingly strong. 

Flamedramon loved every drop of it, the power and the pleasure of being overwhelmed. It only got stronger as the cum flowed, more and more, impossible to keep up with. And that only let it get worse. The cum flowing back and down, into Flamedramon’s sinus, dribbling from his nostrils.

What was a bit of discomfort for Flamedramon was all too hot for Digitamamon. Seeing his lover being struggling to keep up, knowing how much Flamedramon was enjoying it, even as his muzzle wrinkled and cum trailed free. 

“You’re disgusting.” The egg growl-groaned. One arm continued holding Flamedramon’s thigh, supporting his legs from slipping down Digitamamon’s shell. The other splatted onto Flamedramon’s belly, smearing through the pre, cum, slit slime and sweat. He smeared his hand in a circle, then down, spreading and mixing the mess toward Flamedramon’s cock. Digitamamon took Flamedramon’s cock. Still erect, even after his foot-fueled release. Digitamamon pumped the cock the same speed as his thrusting, leaning further forward. 

“Fuck…” Digitamamon drawled, his eyes fixed on his mess of a mate, still hungrily gulping cyberdragon cum. Digitamamon hilted in Flamedramon, releasing into his lover. Not nearly as deep as Ace had, but with a similar Perfect-level digimon excessive load. He could feel the cum seeping out, Flamedramon’s overfull tail pipe back flowing out around his cock. It dribbled against his shell, down his own legs, onto the platform. 

Perfect levels tended to have decently long orgasms, and Flamedramon was all too happy to take in every drop, every little twitch and throb and tremble of pleasure. He was almost remorseful as the pumping into his mouth ended, though it was just in time. He was starting to get that hazy, dizzy feel of needing to breathe again. 

Zed pulled free, almost stumbling backwards. Flamedramon snorted, clearing his sinus before breathing back in. He opened his eyes just in time to see Zed’s form shimmering. There was a moment of confusion, then Flamedramon bit his tongue to keep quiet when he realized what was happening. 

Glancing over, indeed, the same was happening to Ace. Both Cyberdramon were destabilizing. A moment later they each glowed brightly, data reconfiguring and as they shrunk down. When the glow dispersed, both were left as Strikedramon. Ace where he sat, fully formed as any Strikedramon. Given his state, Zed had two slight alterations. His green pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, pushed a few inches down, revealing his slit and the mostly-stiff cock that hung from it. And one foot remained bare, a now-Strikedramon style boot on the floor near him.

“I told you we wouldn’t be able to fuck him and keep perfect level up…” Zed grumbled, glancing over to Ace. Or turning his head to face Ace, at least; both their eyes and majority of their faces hidden behind digizoid metal masks. 

“Oh fuck off, it was worth it.” Ace grumbled from his seat. His hand was already down between his thighs, massaging at his slit- and the growing bulge- through the green material. 

Flamedramon coughed once, letting his throat adjust to being free to control itself, rather than helplessly fighting at a huge cock. 

“I’d say it was worth it… and I definitely couldn’t take another round with cocks that big.” Flamedramon groaned as he sat up, helped by Digitamamon. The egg hopped off the platform, Flamedramon turning and letting his legs hang free. So much cum on and in the armor digimon that it was dripping and dribbling off his legs and tail to the floor. A faint grunt of discomfort accompanied the added weight to his well-used rear. 

“See? I planned it out perfectly.” Ace bragged, claws working at his green pants. It was always impressive how deft digimon could be with their claw-like digits. Ace loosening his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants was no exception to that. 

When Ace stood, Flamedramon could see that they were set up much the same as their Cyberdramon forms. A dragon-type digimon generally had a slit, and Ace was packing just that. But a glance over at Zed showed that, indeed, they still had uncut, humanoid cocks that everted from that slit. A very unique, but intriguing, design. 

“Sure you did. Ugh, I’m even feeling drained in champion form.” Zed growled, pushing his pants down along his legs. In his conversion, the pants had absorbed all the cum and fluids that had decorated the latex armor of his Cyberdramon form. 

“You know I’m feeling exactly the same.” Ace retorted, standing up and pushing his own pants down. Both the Strikedramon disrobed with practiced ease, the metal ankle cuffs and boots releasing. Flamedramon had barely recuperated enough to stand by the time each of the twins was done, standing naked from the waist down. 

Ace’s cock was already erect, being stroked by his three-clawed hand. 

“I’m guessing you two are planning on another round?” Digitamamon’s growly voice implored. “Should I get more drinks? or…?”

The egg was standing near Flamedramon, one of the blue dragon’s arms resting atop Digitamamon’s shell, steadying the worn digimon. The twins weren’t the only one eager for a full night’s fun, Digitamamon’s shaft still hanging free of his shell. Half-hard, and still a mess of his and Ace’s cum.

The twins exchanged a knowing glance, then simultaneously turned to look at Digitamamon in that overly-synchronous, creepy twin way. 

“Actually, we were going to ask about the list of… Flamedramon only kinks.” Zed responded, a little quieter than he had been speaking before. 

“We were hoping to go get a… special shower in with Flamedramon.” Ace followed, the bravado gone from his voice, replaced by timid hope. Though that only lasted a moment, before he chuckled, “Y’know… all those shots we drank and all.”

Digitamamon looked between the two, then up to Flamedramon. Flamedramon did much the same, looking back to Digitamamon. 

“I don’t mind.” Digitamamon growled, “I can always let off another load after the shower, if I need it. It’s up to the slut.”

Flamedramon rolled his eyes and puffed, “Love you too.” back to the egg. He looked to the Cyberdramon twins, to Zed, Ace, and back. A large grin spread over his muzzle as he looked lower, between the twins’ cocks. 

“… I’m down. How about I let you two mark yourselves a Flamedramon hottie, so long as after… I get a request.” Craven perversion held in check. Flamedramon was a professional, after all.  And he knew the two Strikedramon had been charged quite a lot for their sessions and to stay the night. Digitamamon was always the businessmon, making sure the bar stayed profitable as it could be. The fact that prices adjusted based on Flamedramon’s interest, and what their customers could afford, was of course kept secret. 

“Fuck yeah.” Ace pumped his free fist, the other giving his cock a few extra strokes. Then it let the shaft free, knowing he would have to get flaccid- or at least, a lot less hard than he was- for what was coming. 

Zed was less emotive about it. But the smile, the quiet, barely contained excitement was all the more attractive to Flamedramon. 

“You sickos have fun with that. I’m going to go make myself some more drinks, then. I’ll be back by the time you’re out.” Digitamamon spoke over his lack-of-shoulder as he headed toward the stairs leading to the kitchen. The egg paused at the first step, looking back over. 

“If I can’t hear Flamedramon moaning from downstairs, I’m going to charge you an extra disappointment fee for Flamey here.” Digitamamon teased, well aware of what Flamedramon’s request would be. Digitamamon’s eyes showing a cheeky grin hidden in that black void within his shell. 

“He’s such an ass.” “He’s fun.” Ace and Zed said simultaneously, respectively, before both turning back to one another. A moment passed before each gave a gruff chuckle. 

“So, are we ready to head to the shower?” Ace suggested, giving his half-hard cock a little squeeze. “I wasn’t joking about all those drinks going through me.” 

“Sounds good… Starting to feel kind of empty back there, think I’ll need another round.” Flamedramon playfully purred, his tail swaying side-to-side.

Zed made his way over to Flamedramon, crouching and pressing his shoulder to the mon’s hips. He effortlessly lifted, standing again, Flamedramon’s torso hanging over his back, legs and tail hanging over his front. 

It earned a little groan and giggle from Flamedramon. He was still a bit tender under his tail, but he had fantasized about it for so long. To have twins taking him together. He could handle it after a Cyberdramon cock. Sure, it might be just a little thicker, but at least he wouldn’t feel like his lungs were being battered. Neither of their cocks were nearly as long as a Cyberdramon’s. 

Ace led the way into the spacious bathroom, Zed following close behind with Flamedramon draped over his shoulder. A tiny bit of a thrill for the armor digimon, being whisked away by a powerful mon. In theory, he was helpless to escape, Strikedramon being stronger than your average armor level digimon. 

In theory.