Zed set Flamedramon down once they were in the bathroom. Each of the Strikedramon looked around, admiring the spacious amenities.  One of the best benefits of Digitamamon and Veemon designing, and building, their own house. The bathroom met every need and want. There was a double sink and large mirrors at one wall, and the toilet near them. The other half of the bathroom was a shower. A lip to hold water in, then stone floors and walls. Shower heads spouted from the wall and a couple hung from the ceiling, near the middle. 

A little over the top to the average digimon. Designed with an Exveemon in mind, though Veemon had not yet achieved that digivolution. 

It was certainly well suited to three digimon of Flamedramon and Strikedramon size indulging in some kink and sex. 

Flamedramon walked to the shower while the twins examined the room. Flamedramon’s armor was neatly, reverently, organized on a shelf. A far cry from the Strikedramons’ garb, tossed haphazardly on the floor in the bedroom. Emphasizing the difference in their evolutions. Clothing was a part of a Strikedramon, whereas Flamedramon was a part of his armor. 

Flamedramon walked along each of the three walls, slowly circling the shower, his hands and tail waving along the walls. He heated the stone walls and floor with practiced ease, letting the fire energy data within himself be put to use rather than attack. 

Pampering the Strikedramon, for sure. But there was also a good chance he would be pressed roughly against a wall in the throes of passion, and frigid stone against his front or back wasn’t quite a turn on. 

As Flamedramon was finishing, Ace eagerly asked, “So is it just on you? Is it okay in your muzzle? … will you drink it?” 

The excitement, the timid way he asked, assured Flamedramon the twins hadn’t done something like this before. When he glanced over, both of the twins were undressed, showing off gorgeous dark blue and white bodies, each identically marked by red marking across their chest and stomach, flowing down across their groin. Each had their shaft everted, hanging flaccid. Flamedramon took their forms in for a moment, a rare opportunity to see a Strikedramon bare. Spare their digizoid masks and tail cap.

“Cute.” Flamedramon purred, smiling warmly after. Ace’s tail twitched, giving away embarrassment. He hadn’t expected to be chided, and Flamedramon was having far too much fun keeping Ace off-kilter. 

Flamedramon moved to the middle of the shower, getting down onto his knees. “All of the above. Just avoid the eyes when they’re open.” He purred with that charming, affectionate smile. Pushing and pulling at Ace to keep him on his toes. 

Zed was first to approach. Flamedramon had a feeling he was more into it than Ace, though Ace was quick to follow in behind. Zed took his shaft in paw, peeling back his foreskin, so the tip of his glistening glans peeked free. He stood straight in front of Flamedramon, making Ace take a position to the side. 

Zed started by smearing his soft length over Flamedramon’s muzzle, across his lips, up along the bridge and between Flamedramon’s eyes. Flamedramon’s paw lifted and rested on Zed’s thigh, gently stroking along it, trying to be encouraging. 

Heat and wet blossomed over his muzzle as Zed started to relieve himself, Flamedramon’s white muzzle showing stark contrast to the yellow stream. The acrid smell filled Flamedramon’s muzzle as he breathed. He closed his eyes, leaning into the stream. Ace soon added his own stream, the twins working together to hose down the fire digimon. 

They went over the top of his head, pouring down along his neck and body, across his neck and shoulders. Flamedramon shifted to allow access, tilting his head to one side, then the other. As the streams focused on his front, he lifted his arms, resting his hands on the back of his head, fully exposing himself. 

Warm metal pushed at his jaw. The tip of one of the Strikedramons’ tails, Flamedramon assumed. 

“Open up.” Rumbled Zed’s growly, lusty voice. Flamedramon did just that, lips parting, his tongue sticking out a couple inches. Once again pushing out the red carpet, inviting his customers to enter. 

Zed’s cock pushed to his tongue, the foreskin sliding back as it did. Salty taste bit at Flamedramon’s tongue. Zed was hydrated, at least, keeping the taste palatable; and just a hint of the distinct taste a person got when they had been drinking alcohol. Flamedramon closed his lips around the tip, tongue teasing at Zed’s frenulum as he steadily gulped down the Strikedramon’s mark. 

“My turn.” Ace growled, needier and hornier than Zed’s voice had been. His shaft was pushing at the side of Flamedramon’s muzzle, greedily demanding its entrance. 

Flamedramon gave in, not wanting to favor one customer over the other. Having a favorite was one thing, but displaying favoritism would simply be unprofessional. He felt Zed pull free of his muzzle, Flamedramon quickly turning to engulf a good half of Ace’s shaft. An almost startled groan sounded above, Ace flexing his shaft in the warmth of Flamedramon’s muzzle, causing a brief pause in the stream before it resumed. Both streams were weakening, down to the dregs. Flamedramon sucked and licked on Ace’s shaft, making him struggle to get the last bits out as he firmed up. Zed aimed the rest of his stream down, right onto Flamedramon’s flaccid, pink shaft that hung from his slit. 

Zed finished by wiping the last drip off on Flamedramon’s muzzle, proceeding to smear his shaft against the dragon’s cheek and jaw. Once Ace had stopped flexing, Flamedramon gave him a last, hard suck, tongue swirling around the length. Ace’s half hard shaft fell from his lips as he opened, leaning back to look up at the twins once more. 

A hell of a view. The toned abs and chests of both Strikedramon, swaths of white decorated by red markings. And each of them ‘looking’ down at him, masked faces still effectively portraying eager lust and hunger. 

“Looks like you two are ready for another round.” Flamedramon cooed, nosing at Ace’s shaft, then at Zed’s. Both brothers were pretty thick, close to fully hard. He licked Zed’s shaft, then the same to Ace’s. “What did you want to do next?” 

“Cum in you again.” Ace growled, too horny and hot under the collar. Zed rumbled, his hand stroking at Flamedramon’s chin. 

“Same… What was that request?” Zed churred, more affectionate than Ace’s primal neediness. 

Flamedramon was struck silent for a moment. He had anticipated, and he was so excited for the chance. And here it was, finally becoming a reality. He looked at Ace, to Zed, and back. 

“The request… yeah. Is it too weird for your junk to press together?” Flamedramon asked, licking his lips clean of salty mark. 

The twins looked to one another, then back down to Flamedramon. Lust was tempered with curiosity, confusion. 

“Like, you want us to frot for you to watch?” Ace growled, skeptical. “I’m not just gonna hump Zed for you to watch.” Ace added, clearly offended. 

Flamedramon’s tongue stuck out as he quelled a chuckle. He stood up and shook his head, still having to look upward at each of the taller digimon. Pretty much speaking at the level of their cocks, each hanging close to his muzzle.

“No, not just frot… well, I guess kind of. But inside me.” He reached a paw up, leaning, so he could trave his claw tip along the front of Ace’s mask, toward the tip. “Same position, but inside me.” He turned to look at Zed, his other hand lifting to stroke along Zed’s jaw. “I was thinking… Ace did a real good job working me back there… I could probably fit you both now. At once.” He was certain of it. But surely the twins would be more enticed by the uncertainty. He looked back to Ace, purring, “Sandwich me between you both and make sure I’ll be feeling it for a few days.”

“Fuck yeah.” Ace growled, licking across his lips, suddenly very into the idea. 

Zed looked a little less certain, but followed with a nod and rumble. “Yeah, I haven’t got a chance at that tail… Works for me. Just…” He snorted and smiled. “Can we rinse you first? It was hot marking you. But I don’t want it back.” 

Flamedramon snorted, rolling his eyes. 

“Dish it out but can’t take it?” He teased, heading to the wall. He turned one of the showerheads on, waited a moment, then stepped into the stream once it was hot. He rinsed, letting water pour down over his head and horns, rinsing away the salty coating he’d been given. He took special care to rinse his shaft and slit lips, stroking each with his paw, knowing too well that piss left behind could irritate his sensitive areas. He tilted his head up, eyes closed, letting the hot water pour over his face and run down his body.

The water suddenly shut off, Flamedramon opening to see Ace at the controls. 

“We can wash proper after… I’m ready for the next round.” Ace rumbled eagerly, hungry for more of the blue digimon. Flamedramon glanced over his shoulder, finding Zed just behind him. 

Zed’s hand landed on his shoulder, turning Flamedramon around. Zed squatted a little, arms reaching around Flamedramon’s thighs, grabbing just under each ass cheek. He hauled Flamedramon up, lifting him chest-to-chest. Flamedramon did what he could to help, his legs wrapping around Zed’s waist and arms around his shoulders. 

“Yeah, this’ll work.” Zed growled eagerly, eye-to-mask with Flamedramon. A single arm easily held Flamedramon to him, thanks to Flamedramon’s assistance, leaving the other free to help position. He grabbed his shaft, giving it a few strokes, then tilting it up. It smacked to Flamedramon’s taint, rubbed around, then pushed back towards his tail. 

“Mmh!... there ya go…” Flamedramon murmured to Zed, a shiver passing through his body. Limbs squeezed around the Strikedramon as his tip teased Flamedramon’s well-used entrance. 

Zed’s lust showed itself as he sunk Flamedramon down with one hand, hips pushing simultaneously. The angle was a little rough, sinking a good majority of Zed into Flamedramon’s ass. He hissed through his teeth, the soreness from his previous encounters of the day making itself known. 

Zed had to adjust, test, and shift about to get the position better suited. Flamedramon’s hips pressed forward, shaft grinding up against Zed’s stomach. Feeling Zed inside him got Flamedramon stiff quickly, his tip pressing up between Zed’s pecs. 

Once Zed had found his footing, steadily sinking a couple inches in and out, Ace made his way in. Pressing up behind Flamedramon, guiding his blue tail off to the side. Ace pressed close, his chest to Flamedramon’s back. Flamedramon could feel hot breath against his neck, just a hint of a growl in each pant. One hand kept Flamedramon’s tail out of the way. The other gripped Ace’s cock, pushing and guiding it into the action. 

Ace’s cock tip smacked against Zed’s shaft, then smeared about as it explored. It made it to the cleft of Flamedramon’s ass, then slid down to meet its twin. 

“… Fuck, that feels kind of awesome.” Ace rumbled, as Zed’s shaft thrust up and down against his tip. After a moment of savoring it, Ace angled and pushed, trying to sink in with his brother. After a moment Zed slowed down, so Flamedramon’s ass wasn’t swaying around so much.
 
“Thanks.” Ace growled, his muzzle pressing to the side of Flamedramon’s neck. “There… we… are.” through clenched teeth, feeling Flamedramon’s slick ring giving in to the pressure. 

Ace made his way in closer, inching forward until Flamedramon was properly sandwiched between them. Each movement closer sinking Ace in deeper. Both of the Strikedramon were growling and puffing in lust as they situated inside Flamedramon’s ass. 

Ace was the first to move, drawing his hips back and sinking in again. Zed shuddered, following Ace’s example with the second thrust. Flamedramon pressed himself against Zed, clinging with all he could, little gasps punctuating each time they both sunk in together. 

“Fuck, that’s… pretty damn awesome.” Zed grunted, his breath over Flamedramon’s forehead as he spoke. 

“Fuck yeah it is.” Ace growled back, his muzzle pressing harder to Flamedramon. He started to speed up, rutting into Flamedramon with more abandon than his brother. “Feels… way tighter than just me earlier.” He growled, then gasped as Flamedramon clenched down, squeezing and rubbing the twins’ shafts together within him. The additional stimulation of another shaft moving around inside had far more effect than either of the twins had anticipated. 

Zed gave in to his lust, following Ace’s lead. His hand left Flamedramon’s back, instead gripping his brother’s shoulder. Flamedramon was a lot less to handle when split between the brothers. 

Soon all three were sweaty, grunting messes of fucking. The slaps and slick, wet sounds echoed against the stone shower walls. Zed and Ace’s hands steadily migrated, until they were mostly holding against each other, Flamedramon squished roughly between them. Flamedramon did what he could to help, arms still holding Zed’s shoulders, tail around Ace’s back, his feet crossed above the base of Zed’s tail. 

Those few actions were all he could manage, since Flamedramon was mostly focused on keeping up with them, his hips rocking to position against their individual thrusts, making sure neither hit a sour angle or spot. His insides were being probed and pushed against in different places, an experience he hadn’t really had before. 

Flamedramon groaned out, breaking into a whine as teeth clamped down on his shoulder. Ace had bit him, growling out and starting to thrust faster. Zed pressed his muzzle tip to Flamedramon’s, his breath hot and fast. 

“You’re going to cum with us right?” He growl-groaned, his own thrusting losing rhythm and speeding. Flamedramon was gasping, jaws hanging open. His insides being abused and massaged, brutally stimulated and his prostate hit over and over. He could hardly give a nod, a hand drawing back from behind Zed’s neck. He kept one hand there, bracing himself. The other moved down, grabbing his pink shaft. 

Flamedramon pumped quickly, trying to pace with each thrust into him from Zed, but unable to keep it up. He groaned, pressing his face to Zed’s chest. Ace was biting harder, grinding his fangs against Flamedramon’s flesh. Not breaking it, but the heat and points of pain flared bright in Flamedramon’s mind. 

“Fuuuck…” Zed groaned out, slamming up against Flamedramon, a hiss escaping as his slit smacked into Ace’s shaft. Flamedramon could feel that familiar heat. Fresh, hot dramon seed pumping into him. Ace let out a similar whine against Flamedramon, feeling his brother’s cum spurting against his shaft, coating it. 

Ace followed just a second later, pressing in, almost pushing Zed backward as he snarled around Flamedramon’s shoulder. Flamedramon set off just between the two, his own release splattering up along Zed’s pecs, neck and jaw. He clenched down over and over, milking the shafts within him. 

All three dramon were huffing and growling through their orgasms, surely audible from downstairs, when everything became unstable. Flamedramon felt himself shifting, like he was about to be dropped. When his eyes opened, he spotted that Zed- and likely Ace behind him- were literally becoming unstable.

Flamedramon quickly unhooked his legs, setting them to the ground to get his footing and support Zed and Ace. 

Both the glowing digimon began shrinking. Flamedramon had one hand in front, one in back, holding the shrinking digimon against him. The heat of digivolution faded as each stabilized, no longer glowing. Even orgasming, Flamedramon had managed to catch both the now-rookies. Though, Zed ended up taking a last shot of Flamedramon’s cum right to the face. 

Each had their shaft slip free as they shrank, leaving Flamedramon leaking onto the stone floor. He lowered himself, squatting down, until each Monodramon found purchase on the floor. 

When they let go of Flamedramon, he could finally collapse to his side, sitting on the floor between them, careful not to put pressure on his butt. He looked to Zed, then Ace, each of the twins staring at one another, then up to Flamedramon. 

“… oops.” Ace squeaked, blushing a little. 

“I told you we shouldn’t push for perfect level. Now look, we’re rookies again!” Zed grumbled at Ace, his snout distinctly blushing as well. Quite an embarrassment, to be so drained that they were reverted to rookies. Especially after so many years of stable Strikedramon, easily maintaining champion level form. 

“But it’s so nice to finally see your eyes.” Flamedramon cooed, a paw stroking along Zed’s cheek. The Monodramon’s blush only got worse, looking up to the armor digimon. Golden eyes meeting the deep red of Flamedramon’s. An audible squeak escaped Zed. 

When Flamedramon looked to Ace, paw stroking atop his head spike, Ace had much the same bashful embarrassment as his brother. 

Flamedramon chuckled, tutting his tongue. 

“Such shy rookies, where’s all that lusty confidence?” He teased, hands leaving each Monodramon. They rested on the Monodramon’s cute, plush bellies. “And here I was thinking I could get a little more out of you both.” His hands stroked up and down their bellies a few times, before sliding lower. 

He found both of the rookies still hard. They weren’t too large, given they were rookies, but the shapes were drastically different. Rather than uncut, humanoid shafts, both Monodramon were firmly in the ‘dragon’ area of genitalia. Flamedramon could feel fleshy barbed shafts, the tips blunt. 

“You’ve probably got the spare data and energy, if you’re down to rookie level, hmm…?” Flamedramon continued. Each of the Monodramon were too involved in the pleasure, thrusting into Flamedramon’s touches. Each opened their eyes and looked to one another, then up to Flamedramon, all in that uncanny synchronistic of twins. 

“Hell yeah, I’m down!” Zed growled, his hands resting against Flamedramon’s thigh. He resumed thrusting, more situated into mounting Flamedramon’s hand. 

“Sure.” Ace cooed, following his brother’s lead at first. He pressed a hand to Flamedramon’s knee, leaning forward and thrusting. Only a few times, before he paused, letting Flamedramon pace the stroking. Ace’s nostrils flared as he puffed. 

Zed kept a steady pace, growling and grunting in time with his thrusts. Flamedramon curiously peeked at Ace, then Monodramon looking up to him, snout blushing again. He pushed with his hand, standing up, then flopping back onto his butt. His legs spread, tail out between them. His hands went behind, reclining as he rested, apparently more eager to be stroked than to thrust. 

Despite knowing all too well how evolution changed a digimon, between Veemon and himself, Flamedramon couldn’t help but marvel. And savor the drastic change. The reversing in personalities between the twins was far too cute. 

Zed seemed quite sated thrusting into Flamedramon’s grip. The dragon looked back to Ace, who had his eyes closed. The little dragon had his jaws hanging open, huffing cutely as he was stroked. Flamedramon leaned forward, bumping his muzzle to Ace’s. The Monodramon’s eyes shot open, meeting Flamedramon’s. More blush blossomed across Ace’s cheeks. 

Flamedramon growled playfully, then lowered himself. Getting a good look at Ace’s new cock. No foreskin, like the champion or perfect forms. Just a purple slit, a darker purple shaft pushed free of it, twitching and dribbling. The fleshy barbs and rim of the blunt tip had a gradient, turning to a brighter lavender. 

When Flamedramon leaned in and engulfed it, tongue coiling around the entire length. Ace’s hands darted forward, grabbing Flamedramon’s fleshy horns. He whined and groaned as the tongue teased his barbs, into the center of his blunt tip, and down to his slit. Flamedramon had only seen it for a moment, but he already seemed to know every little sensitive spot Ace had, like he’d downloaded a user manual. 

Ace whined, his muzzle pressing atop Flamedramon’s head. He whimpered and squirmed, paws squeezing at each of the horns. His hips squirmed beneath Flamedramon’s talented muzzle, especially when the tongue teased around the root of his dick. 

Flamedramon could tell Ace was fighting to not cum so fast. But Flamedramon wasn’t having it. He started to suck harder, gradually increasing it. His tongue pushed down along the belly of Ace’s shaft, then forced into the slit beneath it. 

Another distinct ‘squeak!’ rang out in the bathroom, Ace clamping his thighs against Flamedramon’s muzzle, hugging over the top of his head. Flamedramon rumbled appreciatively as the rookie’s cum splattered over his tongue, an infinitesimal load compared to what he had taken over the course of the day. 

Ace’s orgasm was over quickly, the Monodramon flopping back onto the bathroom floor, huffing in sated afterglow. Flamedramon turned his attention to Zed as he swallowed, finding Zed had slowed his thrusting and had watched. 

“My turn! Gettin’ close.” Zed huffed. An understatement, as he hurriedly hopped up on top of Flamedramon’s waist. Zed moved up, walking along Flamedramon’s torso, until his hands were atop the Flamedramon’s head, feet just above his waist. 

“Hey… you are bigger as a Monodramon.” Flamedramon noticed, comparing the larger shaft to the one he had just been sucking. Another reversal, after Zed had been smaller as a champion and perfect level. Yet more amusing and strange quirks of digivolution. 

“Open up!” Zed growled, trembling. A shot splattered over Flamedramon’s muzzle and lips. Zed had been closer than Flamedramon had expected. He quickly engulfed the length, letting his tongue massage along the belly as he sucked, milking out Zed’s seed and dragging his orgasm out. 

Zed certainly outlasted his brother, Flamedramon working the cock twitching cock for far longer. Dragging his tongue along the barbed belly and sucking, over and over. He came just about the same volume, but the additional attention seemed to extend his pleasure, cock flexing and pulsing even after seed stopped dribbling out. 

When it finally did end, Zed flopped back, sitting on Flamedramon’s hips with a tired grunt. He laid back, over Flamedramon’s partially-out shaft and thighs. 

“That was awesome.” Zed giggled, euphoria and afterglow enveloping him like a warm blanket. Flamedramon swallowed again, making sure he didn’t waste any of the data the twins were so kind to deposit. 

“Yeah, I’d have to say…” Flamedramon cooed, stroking a hand on each of the Monodramon’s bellies. “Probably best overnight customers I’ve had in ages.” And it was true, in many respects. Then again, checking ‘twins’ off his digital bucket list had given them a rather unfair advantage. 

“How about a rookie shower?” Zed asked, voice sweet and squeaky. He sat up a little, so he could look between Flamedramon and Ace. “Can Veemon come out to play? Otherwise it’ll be real hard for Ace and I to wash you. Seems only fair after what we did to ya.” And, of course, Zed was eager to get some payback in the form of affection. 

Flamedramon looked to Ace, curious how he would respond. Ace met Flamedramon’s eyes, blushing again. He shrugged and squeaked, “Yeah, that’d be cool.”

“Such demanding clients…” Flamedramon playfully teased. He lifted Zed by the armpits, setting him next to his brother. Standing, Flamedramon went around, turning on a row of showerheads and one of the overheads. Between them all, half of the shower had good coverage. Plenty of room for three rookies. 

Flamedramon stepped out of the shower area, to where he stored his armor. Holding his arms out, cupping an invisible object, he relaxed and sighed. Data flowed out of him, into his palms, just as the discarded armor disolved to data and flowed into his palms. 

Flamedramon shrunk down, until he stood as Veemon, the Egg of Courage in his hands. He set it on the shelf it was always stored, then turned to scamper back into the shower. The three rookies arranged themselves under the showerheads, gathering soap and washing themselves. It quickly devolved to Ace and Zed both focusing on washing Veemon, a mix of fondling and cleaning. 

“I still can’t believe we were rubbing our dicks together…” Ace mumbled, focusing on Veemon’s horns. As a rookie, he seemed horribly embarrassed about it.

“Can’t say it didn’t feel good.” Zed responded, soaping Veemon’s feet and between his toes. Veemon stayed silent, savoring the pampering and affection he was receiving while sitting there. 

“Yeah but it’s still weird.” Ace retorted, moving the bath puff down along Veemon’s shoulders. 

“What, you want a discount or something?” Zed mocked in turn, spending a bit more time on Veemon’s feet than was necessary. He seemed to have clued in to how sensitive they were, Veemon getting hard again and his toes squirming. 

Just from voice and tone, Veemon could tell Ace was flustered and blushing. “N… no! Of course not! I’m just saying, don’t try and go humping me or anything. You’re the weird okay-with-incest one!”

Zed snickered at Ace’s whining outburst. He leaned over Veemon, purple snout to nose spike. 

“Seriously. Thanks. This has been… the craziest and best sex of my life.”

Ace added a supportive “Mmhmm!” from behind Veemon. 

“He he, thanks!” Veemon giggled, leaning back a little. “But it’s Flamedramon, not me!”

Zed snorted and rolled his eyes. “Uh huh.” He cooed, then leaned in to give Veemon’s stiff length a lick. Veemon gasped and shivered, toes curling. Only to be teased as Zed went back to washing. 

A little while later, the three rookies emerged from the bathroom, freshly washed and dried. There was an awkward moment where Ace had to climb atop Zed’s shoulders to turn off the showers. Veemon had been chiding Digitamamon for making the controls above his height for a while now. Making him dependent upon Digitamamon- just the way the egg liked it. But everything went smoothly otherwise. They even only needed a single towel between three rookies.

Digitamamon was laying in the bed, appearing to be doing nothing. As the three approached, he sat and turned, a book covering half the shell window from the inside. Digitamamon extended his arms out, setting the accounting book aside, and the pin he had been using. 

“Certainly sounds like you all had fun.” Digitamamon growled, scooting to the edge of the bed. “Guess a little too much, huh? Cute.” He snickered, looking between the two Monodramon. Then he leaned over it, his black muzzle extending free to give Veemon a kiss, the rookie eagerly returning it. 

“You got yourself one hell of a mate here.” Zed patted on Veemon’s back, then rest against the edge of the bed. “You mind if he’s in our bed? We’ve not gotten to the cuddling part yet.”

A brief glance between Veemon and Digitamamon seemed to cover an extended conversation in an instant. When the two looked back to the Monodramon twins, Digitamamon growled, “Sure, no problem. I won’t even give you a charge, since you fulfilled one of Flamedramon’s weird fantasies.” 

Veemon got red along his cheeks, quickly kissing Digitamamon again. 

“Thanks!” he whispered, before scampering to the second bed in the room. Against the opposite wall, the guest bed was otherwise identical to the one they normally slept in, still sized to fit some larger digimon. Or, three rookie digimon with tons of room to spare. 

Digitamamon completed his work, setting the accounting book back in the nightstand drawer. Veemon couldn’t be more thankful Digitamamon was a mon of so many trades, taking care of practically every aspect of the bar. In a way, Veemon felt like an accessory, just being a loving mate, supporting him, and diligently doing what he was asked. Despite Digitamamon’s constantly reassurance that it wasn’t just Flamedramon that helped make his dreams come true.

The rookie bed spent the hour talking a little, but mostly cuddling and recovering from their raunchy activities over the past few hours. As the night went on, Veemon migrated, until he was at the Monodramon’s feet. He was normally so good at focusing on the customer’s wants and needs, making sure not to detract from their experience with his interests. 

But they had goaded him into it. Teasing him with little brushes of their toes or soles, mentioning that they had never really known someone into feet, how their feet might just need some attention… all topped by how Monodramon had such large feet, such soft soles… By the time Digitamamon was getting to sleep, Veemon was cuddled with Zed’s feet on his face, Ace’s on his belly and groin. 

The lamp next to the rookie bed soon went out as well, the three smaller digimon sleeping in that position.