Veemon stirred as consciousness slowly dawned. He resisted it. He wanted to stay in bed, cuddled against his mate. The past two days off had been relaxing and rejuvenating. The temptation to spend a third day spoiling themselves was strong, but the pride and love he carried for their work pushed back against the temptation. 

Veemon scooted in closer, pressing his body to the hard, warm surface of his mate’s shell. He rested there for a couple more minutes, listening to the soft sounds of his mate snoozing inside. Basking in the warmth, the scent of his lover, the softness of their bed led to another wave of temptation. Veemon forced himself to peek his eyes open. Just eggshell white. He slowly opened then all the way, his mate still taking up most of his view. The sun was already high in the sky, casting a warm light throughout the entire bedroom. 

The little blue dragon nuzzled at the hard egg shell in front of him, hand stroking along it. He drummed his fingers across it, cooing quietly, “Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.” Veemon teased to his egg-like lover. He couldn’t help but grin at it, even if he said it most every morning.

Digitamamon’s muffled sleep sounds didn’t change. Veemon snorted, pushing the covers down off of himself. If he didn’t get up, if he didn’t force Digitamamon awake, they would be certainly be late for the evening’s service. 

Veemon sat up, pushing the blanket further down with his foot. He rubbed at his eyes, stretched, savoring the lack of ache or strain throughout his body. The poor digimon was always worn out by the end of a hard work week, but two days of rest had his body back in prime condition. 

Rolling forward, Veemon stood on the bed and continued pushing the blanket down, all the way to the foot of the bed. Once Digitamamon’s green, dragon-like feet were fully exposed, Veemon went on tip toe to look up at the egg. Digitamamon’s window was closed tight, hardly a seam revealing where the egg digimon’s eyes and arms opening usually was. 

Another window was open, though. The persistent holes where Digitamamon’s leg escaped the egg shell had a temporary companion. A third window was open between them, Digitamamon’s pulsing shaft proudly standing out of the inner shell’s darkness through it. It was almost shockingly large at first glance, but Veemon was all too familiar with its size. 

“Dreamin’ ‘bout me in there, cutie?” Veemon teased, his voice a gentle coo. The tease seemed to have some effect, as the green cock flexed. Veemon’s quickly darted forward, reaching his palm out. A large blob of pre dribbled out of Digitamamon’s overhang of foreskin, right into Veemon’s waiting hand. 

“I -just- washed the bedding, don’t go getting your albumin all over it.” Veemon chided, grinning at his own joke again. He lifted his hand up and slurped the clear goo away with his large tongue. He swallowed as he looked down to his own shaft, a pink cone peekingddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd free of his male slit. He looked up to the throbbing green cock again, temptation to repeat yesterday’s performance- docking his small shaft into Digitamamon’s foreskin and unloading inside it- teasing at Veemon’s brain. 

“Too messy…” Veemon grumbled, dropping the idea. It wasn’t really much a loss. Veemon’s drive to pleasure his mate far outweighed his desire to get himself off. He stepped up between Digitamamon’s spread legs, one blue hand wrapping around the lower part of Digitamamon’s cock, the other around the middle. He gripped the damp shaft and pulled it forward, pointing it at his muzzle. His hands pushed downward, peeling Digitamamon’s foreskin back and letting the red glans peek free. 

Another spurt of pre hit over Veemon’s muzzle, much to his delight. He quickly engulfed the head of Digitamamon’s cock, once again thankful for his extra-large sized mouth and tongue. He sucked hungrily, hands stroking up and down. He felt the foreskin in his muzzle draw back, exposing the hot, slick tip of Digitamamon’s cock to rub against the roof of his mouth. A distinct groan echoed, muffled from within the egg. Veemon closed his eyes, savoring the pleasure he was giving his mate. Savoring the taste of his lover’s cock and copious pre that he had to continually swallow down. 

The rookie pushed his tongue forward, digging it against Digitamamon’s frenulum. Another echoing, muffled moan rang out. It was louder than the last, timed to the cock pulsing hard, feeling like it was trying to jump free of Veemon’s grasp. The little dragon swallowed several times, nursing down the torrent of pre his actions released. Veemon peeked his eye open, watching as Digitamamon’s window opened a little. He pulled upward along the cock, foreskin rolling back up over the cock head, swallowing his tongue with it. 

“Mmmhhh!” the egg digimon grunted, a hand grabbing the egg shell window and pulling the digimon’s dark, inner body up. Veemon watched intently, both eyes open to watch his mate’s reaction. Just as Digitamamon’s yellow eyes fixed on him, Veemon winked. His tongue pushed in, stretching the frenulum taut, then swiped up and around the glans. The powerful tongue slid between foreskin and cock head, up to just past the top, then reversed and went around the other way. 

“Fuck!” Digitamamon growled out. That dark purple hand lifted off the egg shell, reaching out and grabbing the back of Veemon’s head, palming it easily. The powerful hand gripped down, then Veemon’s head was pulled forward, jamming the cock further in. The tip hit hard against the entrance to his throat, far too thick to go down it. Veemon hardly gagged, just kept wiggling his tongue in his lover’s special pocket. His chest filled with warmth and pride at his skill. Warmth, pride and cum as the egg digimon unloaded directly down his lover’s throat. 

After so many years together, Veemon still felt a certain satisfaction in his skill, making his lover get off so easily. Not an easy feat for most anyone but him, making him all the more certain of his prowess. He kept gulping in slow, rhythmic pulses, though he hardly needed to as the pressure of ejaculation forced the seed down his throat. His belly filled, warm and sated with its load. 

After the powerful pulses stopped, the hand atop Veemon’s head relaxed, sliding down to his cheek. Digitamamon was left panting in afterglow from his special morning alarm. Veemon moved his paws up, covering the red glans in its green swath once more. His head slid up, until he just had the overhang of Digitamamon’s foreskin between his lips, sucking and licking on it playfully. 

They just rest there, staring into one another’s eyes, for a good minute. Digitamamon’s shaft lost its rigidity, steadily drooping, until it hung, limp and heavy, in Veemon’s hands. There was the faintest pull, the shaft trying to retreat into its protective shell once more. Veemon kept a firm grip, not wanting the moment of intimacy to end and the day to start. 

Digitamamon’s hand drifted lower, claw tips tickling Veemon’s chin. “We should get to work love. And you need a shower. Your customers aren’t going to be too happy if you stink like digiegg.” The egg digimon teased, as he had countless times before.

Veemon rolled his eyes, finally releasing the shaft from his lips and hands. It splatted to the bed before being drawn back into the shell, the opening sealing shut and disappearing once more. 

“You don’t smell like digiegg you dork. I’ve sucked enough dicks to know you stink like a dragon or dino type. And sucks for them, ‘cause egg’s my favorite breakfast!” Veemon teased in return, hands lifting to pat and tap at the shell that would be Digitamamon’s belly area. 

“Your customers still aren’t going to want you to stink like anything but yourself.” 

“You mean of Flamedramon.” Veemon teased, still patting, like he was playing bongos on the egg digimon’s shell. 

“Still you.” Digitamamon sat up- more properly, rolled forward- to face Veemon. His purple arms slid out of the dark window in his shell, lifting and hugging Veemon up against him. Their lips met at the precipice of his shell. Veemon closed his eyes, leaning into the kiss, his muzzle disappearing just inside the egg shell. Despite years together, seeing the void within was a surreal experience, one Veemon still hadn’t entirely gotten used to. 

When the kiss broke, Veemon slid back down the shell and Digitamamon withdrew into his shell once more, leaving only yellow eyes peeking from the darkness within. 

“You go shower and Digivolve. I’ll head downstairs and get the bar ready. And I need something to eat… filling you up really drains me out.” Digitamamon’s growly voice instructed from within the shell. At the same time, his green dragon legs extended a little, toes pointing, stretching.

Veemon responded with a little pout. He sat down, then flopped to his side, nuzzling at the stretching foot. His blue hand reached over the top, holding it in place as he nosed from heel to toes, dragging his tongue along the same path after. It earned a shiver, the toes curling and sole scrunching up. 

“But I’m still hungry…” the insatiable rookie pleaded, doing his best to play to Digitamamon’s sympathy. Veemon mouthed gently on one of the clawed toes, knowing how Digitamamon’s feet were practically wired right to his dick. 

The foot jerked away, then playfully pushed at Veemon’s chest. “You vaccine types aren’t supposed to lie, you know. And you need to have space for your customers, remember?”. It was a strange blend, the growly, dark voice teasing him in a sing-song way. 

“Fiiiiine…” Veemon playfully pushed at the foot with both hands. He rolled over and slipped off the bed. He stretched up, onto tip toe, arms straight up past his head, then arched back, groaning happily. “Save some set up for me to help with. Love you.” The little dragon squeaked out, before he relaxed and headed for the bathroom door. 

“Love you too, my little digital cum dump.” The egg digimon chided as Veemon 

“Damn right you do!” Veemon proclaimed proudly, then shut the bathroom door. He gave a few more stretches, admiring himself in the mirror. From his pink, conical shaft that still twitched from his slit, to the mess of pre on his face and muzzle. He turned his head one way, the other, then smiled at his reflection. “Nice.” 

Veemon waited until his erection had subsided enough to take his morning leak. He gazed out the window, admiring the view. Something he did most every morning. Their house was built most the way up a sizeable hill in the forest. Just off the beaten trail, accessible enough for customers, easy to get supplies from the nearest settlement of digimon, but far enough out to have nothing but trees and growth in his view. It had taken years for them to get everything together, to settle, to build the place, but now his life was perfection. 

Veemon made his way to the shower, ignoring the digiegg of courage on the sink for now. It was easier to bathe as Veemon. Less surface area. And less temptation to play with his huge Flamedramon cock. 

Veemon relaxed under the hot stream of water. The heat felt good, particularly after two days of lazy ‘weekend’ with his mate, and two days without a shower. The little dragon idly lathered up, savoring the heat, the steam, the feel of his belly full with his lover’s data. He reminisced about their meeting, when Digitamamon had been but a goblimon. They were both kitchen hands at a RedVeggiemon’s restaurant, and friendship quickly blossomed between them. A night of drinking, and a wandering hand under Goblimon’s loin cloth, had made them lovers just as quick. Being lovers then was much easier, at least until Veemon had adjusted. Goblimon’s dick was far more size-compatible with a Veemon than Ogremon or Digitamamon.

Veemon could have tried to evolve, but Goblimon was always one to pursue the future between them. To have a business of his own, and to be powerful enough to defend it from unruly perfect and ultimate digimon. Goblimon was the one to have a stable evolution into Ogremon, and finally Digitamamon. He even earned Veemon a digiegg of courage. That way, the rookie and perfect digimon could have a more compatible sex life, and Veemon could defend himself. It had worked out even better for business, as well. Flamedramon was one of the top digimon on most ‘thirst’ charts. Who could resist a hot blue twink, Digitamamon had always said. 

After cleaning himself inside and out, Veemon finished washing up and rinsed himself clean. Recalling the past always resulted in more playful memories, all the naughty times he had with his lover. And how Ogremon and Veemon had discovered a passion for exhibitionism. For sharing Veemon with others. The path that led to Veemon being a digital prostitute. 

Taking the digiegg of courage, Veemon focused. The data in the egg decrypted and flowed into him. For a moment, the world was awash with vertigo, everything breaking apart into data reforming. Really, Veemon knew, it was he who did it, not the world. The experience was still a rush, each time. 

Flamedramon admired himself in the mirror, grinning as his eyes wandered down to a pink, slick cock tip pushed from his slit. 

“Back in there you.” He rumbled, before focusing. His body heated, all the wetness remaining from his shower evaporating away. He moved his tail along the floor, projecting heat to dry footprints and drops away. With that done, he began removing his armor. He took off piece by piece, until he only wore the black belt straps on his limbs and the fire-themed mask on his face. 

Flamedramon examined himself in the mirror again, making sure everything was perfect. His fingers teased at his slit a little, making sure a faint glisten was visible. He turned, lifting his tail, glancing to his pale pink entrance. All that was left was to lubricate, then head down. 

By the time Flamedramon was ready and proper, Digitamamon had already spent a long time downstairs. Flamedramon paced through their home, then down the stairs to join him. A decent kitchen awaited the dragon digimon. 

“I said to leave some set up for me to help with…” Flamedramon grumbled, looking over the counters of prepared glassware and snacks. He turned, heading through a swinging door to the patio area. 

The majority of the first floor of their house was called ‘The Fire Bar’, their own little business. The interior was an intimate lounge setting with quiet music and dim lighting, catering to couples and quieter conversations. Large, rolling garage doors opened it to an outdoor seating area at the wall opposite the bar. The outdoor area was more casual with single and group seating, more upbeat music playing over speakers, and brighter lighting. In its entirety, The Fire Bar wasn’t particularly impressive, seating maybe twenty digimon at maximum. But it was perfect for the two. Digitamamon had his own business to control, could express his creativity in the drinks he prepared, and Flamedramon had a place to pick up customers. 

Flamedramon made his way behind the bar, slipping up behind Digitamamon. He folded his arms, resting them and his chest atop Digitamamon’s shell, leaning over and peeking into Digitamamon’s eyes. 

“I said I’d help with set up.” He playfully growled. Another advantage of Flamedramon. His squeaky, tiny voice received a major upgrade. 

“Then you shouldn’t have been ogling yourself in the bathroom mirror. Besides, we have a lot of hits on your DigiSpace page. You’re going to be a busy mon. Just like every time we take a couple days off.” Digitamamon countered, while a purple hand wiped a cloth along the bar top. 

Flamedramon looked curiously over to the computer that doubled as their register. He lifted off Digitamamon and went to the computer, over to his DigiSpace page. Technically, it was set up as his work page, being a bartender with Digitamamon. A very thinly veiled disguise, but it helped them plan for the day. 

“Stopping by for a fireball special!”
“Fireball plz”
“Got to try a fire rocket!”
“Can’t wait to get a firetini!” 

And other variations. Flamedramon’s eyes widened as he scrolled. They never had everyone show up, but the night would still be full. He assumed a handful liked the idea, but were too timid to follow through. Those who wanted to, but couldn’t afford it. Some having no idea what they asked for, thinking it was a meme. 

“Jeeze you weren’t kidding. Is there a heat digimodify in action or something?” he mused, scrolling back to the top. 

“No clue. But I already accepted renters for the overnight stay.” Digitamamon informed the dragon, setting the towel down and turning to face Flamedramon proper. Flamedramon could just see a wide, Cheshire cat style grin inside the black void. “Two Strikedramon. Twins. Pretty sure that’s not checked off your cum bucket list yet, right?” 

Flamedramon only responded by his eyes widening, the top part of his muzzle turning red with blush. Digitamamon laughed out, turning back to the bar. 

“That’s what I thought… You’re going to regret it tomorrow, I bet. Strikedramon aren’t known for being gentle lovers, from what I hear. And you bet I’m taking a turn tonight as well.” Digitamamon continued to tease, moving over to Flamedramon. Before, he towered over Veemon. Now, Flamedramon had a significant height advantage on the egg digimon. Digitamamon had to lean back, looking up to the dragon. 

“Don’t you dare cum today. That’s mine, after you’re done working.” The dominant partner ordered in a firm, affectionate tone. Flamedramon could only nod in response, still processing the previous ‘twins’ comment. 

“Good boy.” The egg chided, relaxing to stand normally again. Digitamamon’s purple arms slipped out, grabbing Flamedramon’s waist. His dark body pushed out of his shell, tongue slapping up between Flamedramon’s thighs. The long, strong tongue dragged across Flamedramon’s taint and slit, all the way up with a decisive flick at the end. 

Flamedramon had to take hold of Digitamamon’s shell to steady himself. He puffed out, “Yeah, really helping with that no cumming thing…” the dragon grumbled. Digitamamon chuckled happily, returning to his duties. 

“Saw one of the commentors wants to fuck your slit, too. Good luck! If you cum…” he paused, turning to Flamedramon again, that huge smile back. “I’ll get one of those internal cock cage digimodify cards.” The egg digimon threatened. Flamedramon’s eyes narrowed and he grunted. The dragon was a kinky sex nut, but that was far outside his own desire. He didn’t have time to respond, as both heard steps outside. 

“Looks like one of your overly eager customers is here early.” Digitamamon noted, his looking over to what appeared to be the inside of his shell. Really, in the infinite void inside, Digitamamon had monitors for the bar’s security cameras. “Ugh… that Goblimon, again.” He grumbled once the customer was visible. Digitamamon sighed and rolled his eyes, leaning back inside his shell. 

“Be nice.” Flamedramon chided as he moved out from behind the bar, rubbing atop Digitamamon’s egg as he passed. “You know I have a thing for Goblimon.” Flamedramon teased, smiling to himself. Knowing that was exactly why Digitamamon felt ire at that particular customer. Flamedramon felt a hand swipe at his tail as he headed out, earning a playful grin back at Digitamamon.