“This is fucking stupid.” The pink furred rabbit grumbled for the umpteenth time today from where he sat within the passenger side seat in the small four door sedan. 

“What else were you going to do with your weekend, beside whack off to that folder filled with all male porn you have hidden on your laptop, Slyvester?” the big black salamander chuckled as he looked to the smaller anthromorph sulking next to him out of the corner of his eye.

“A, shut up. And b, I told you not to call me that, Jax.” The lagomorph grumbled.

“Of course, Rascal.” Jax apologized while snickering softly. “But you know that what I said was the truth.”

Rascal wanted to tell the other off, but he knew that there was no denying the truth, after all, he had been ogling other boys ever since he and Jax had been in middle school together, if he were allowed to be completely honest with himself, though he knew better than to admit such a thing out loud in public. After all, he came from a very upright conservative family, and they would have not appreciated him coming out as being a tailraiser. Heck, his father, who was a retired sergeant in this great nation’s military, had gotten into more than one heated altercation with their previous next door neighbors about their marital status with one another. The two lesbian calico cats had at first been just as vocal in contesting their right to be together with the older hare, but after so many years of dealing with his verbal abuse they had decided to move away to a more tolerant neighborhood. That his mother hadn’t tried to stop his father during any his tirades told Slyvester everything he needed to know about how the older rabbit had felt about the situation. 

Thankfully Slyvester had been able to hide his feelings by simply pretending that there weren’t there. Of course this was a hard act to keep up when surrounded by so many delicious looking boys at his school. The numbers of time he had accidently touched one of his fellow schoolmates on the butt were too numerous to count, however Slyvester had always played off feeling them up by shoving them around immediately afterwards as a prank whenever they would turn around and look at him with a wide disbelieving stare. This would usually end up starting a series of roughhousing with the offended individual, of which would eventually lead to Slyvester and the other to rolling around on the floor punching and kicking one another until someone’s nose became bloody. 

That the pink furred rabbit loved every minute of such physical altercations was something he had admitted to no one, though Jax had quickly figured out something was up whenever he would try and confront his bestie about the fights he kept getting into. Slyvester would simply shrug off the questions about why he had done what he had done before tackling the black salamander to the ground and then tickling him silent. The young lagomorph had quickly found out that his friend was quite susceptible to having his underarms scratched at. One would think that having the other boy underneath him would give Slyvester the perfect opportunity to test out some of the budding feelings that he had blooming inside of his young mind, but he just couldn’t see Jax in an intimate light. Mostly because the other was his only true friend, and some subconscious part of him did not want to jeopardize the bond that they shared with one another, especially given how militant things were at home.

While his family was your average middle class suburban citizens there wasn’t a lot of actual warmth to be found in their house. Slyvester’s father was a good man. He went to work at the local military base training soldiers, as he had been honorably discharged after saving a member of his platoon during an enemy attack. The limp he walked with served as his personal badge of honor from where a bullet had ripped through his leg. Slyvester’s mother was the atypical wife who cooked, cleaned, managed the houses finances, and stayed silent during his father’s tirades whenever something had pissed him off on the news. The older female lagomorph was not exactly a timid individual, however, she didn’t exactly come off as being strong willed either. This had left Slyvester growing up in a house with a man who often wanted, no, needed things to be done in a certain manner in order to feel a sense of security and superiority at home, but which left both he and his mother often walking on eggshells at times.

Now, to be fair, his father was not physically abusive, nor was he particularly aggressive when it came to disciplining his son. For the most part the pink bunny enjoyed being made to do pushups or situps whenever he had failed a test or had spoken out of line to someone else that was of a higher authority than himself, the burning feel of his muscles straining themselves was a pleasant one that Slyvester often found himself continuously wanting to feel, and yet, his father’s tongue could cut like a knife whenever he let himself go. The times for which the older hare had belittled both himself and his mother were too numerous to count, and yet despite the harsh criticisms for which the older lagomorph had for the two of them his mother always pulled Slyvester to the side to let him know that the older anthromorph didn’t mean any harm by calling him weak or coddled or by admonishing him for the pink fur that he had been born with. 

Of course Slyvester told his mother than he understood that this was just how his father was and that he loved him regardless, but behind closed doors the pink bunny knew well enough that the connection he shared with the older lagomorph was one that was severely damaged. Slyvester had lost track of the amount of times he snuck over to Jax’s house to hide out from his father’s sharp tongue, the mental anguish of having to deal with the older hare often got so bad that Slyvester would sometimes have a slight mental breakdown in front of the black salamander. He and Jax had never talked about these incidents, as both knew that the pink bunny was not in a good place within his head to do so, and the salamander valued being friends with Slyvester too much to risk alienating the other by pushing too hard. This was something for which the pink bunny was eternally grateful for, especially when his hormones began to really kick in during the later years of being in middle school.

The amount of times Slyvester would get into physical bouts with other boys in school had grown sharply by the time he was almost ready to graduate. Grabbing another student and then wrestling with them until he found himself underneath the other always served to quicken his pulse as his heart jackhammered inside of his chest. The feeling of someone else grinding against his lanky form - which seemed to be growing more vertical than horizontal despite the diet his father had him on - made his crotch harder than a fist full of diamonds, and, if he were lucky, said person would get aroused as well, making it so that he and the other would be unconsciously frotting one another through their pants. Now, because he had to uphold his position as a dominant male, or else he would face the wrath of his militant father later on for losing a fight, Slyvester would use every trick he had been taught by the older hare to subdue whoever he was struggling with once he had had enough fun. This made it so that most of the time the pink bunny would end up holding his opponent in a suppression hold until someone thought to tell a teacher what was going on. 

He would of course be made to let the other go, usually by force after he was placed into an armlock by one of the coach’s, and then sent to the principal’s office for a stern lecture. Time and again Slyvester would be giving a warning for what he had done, to which his father would both praise and then punish him for what got himself into. This worked out well enough for the pink bunny, as he would find his sexual repression being released during the times afterwards when he would lay in bed thinking about the boy that he had taken down earlier that day, all the while stroking his rigid cock with a palm full of lotion - he and Jax had learned how to masturbate after the latter had stumbled over a very interesting website while researching some information for a test given to them by their sex ed teacher.

As he grew older the number of times Slyvester, who had by now gained the nickname of Rascal, had gotten to the point where he would be suspended for the antics that he had caused, as tougher policies were being implemented by the county school board to prevent any chance of actual violence being enacted upon the student body following a series of school related incidents involving handguns. Since he didn’t want to get kicked out of school Rascal tried to tone down his antics, but it was really, really hard to do so considering that all of the boys at his new school were turning into hunks that he couldn’t help but want to press himself up against. 

There was nothing like being able to tackle Kurtis, the sweaty leopard quarterback who was on the football team, while the two of them were in the locker room together. The taller spotted feline would always yell and then flail around whenever Rascal decided to do such a thing, right before he would toss the other off and then try and beat him to a pulp. Because of the difference in their body mass the pink bunny would have to skillfully subdue the jock, or else he would end up getting the taste punched out of his mouth by one of the feline’s massive fists. Since he didn’t care to feel for his jaw being knocked in, because sometimes Kurtis would just get in that one lucky hit that often made him see stars, Rascal would often turn his attention onto Felix, the rottweiler that played on the soccer team. Going over to smack the other on the rump whenever the dog was bent over tying up his shoes would elicit the most humorous types of yelps from the canine, right before the rottie would turn and then growl into his face. 

Just like with Kurtis the rottie would try to fight with the pink bunny, but he was a much easier target to handle, seeing as he didn’t have the leopard’s mass. Not to say that Felix was a pushover, oh no. The rottweiler could give back just as good as he got when he wanted to, as Rascal found out more than once when he got knocked to the ground and then was pounced on by the incensed dog. The musky scent of unwashed dog was one that Rascal found to be most pleasing, as could be seen by how, when wrestling around with Felix, the pink bunny would subtly brush his nose across the other’s neck while the rottie growled and barked back at him. It was embarrassing to admit, but Rascal found himself having to mentally roar at himself not to cum in his underwear as he held the soccer player down against the cold linoleum floor of the boy’s shower.

As expected Rascal would get in trouble for these ‘fights’ and then be sent to the principal’s office for reprimanding, but the pink bunny didn’t care. 

At least until his father had threatened him with bootcamp. 

Those few simple words had thrown ice water onto Rascal’s passions, as the stories the older hare had told him about how being in such a place had ‘toughened him up’ were enough to make Rascal’s blood run cold. 

Rascal drastically change his attitude after that, as there was no way in the holiest of fucks that he would let himself be dragged off to some place on the edge of the state and made to carry around fifty pound bags while running for miles at a time, or be barked at by men who thought that they were better than him because of a pretend ranking system that someone had dreamt up one day. No sir. The fact that his father had told him that he was going to be joining the service once he graduated from high school had sent the pink bunny into a serious depression for a few months. This is what had made Jax decide to kidnap him for the weekend, as the big black salamander didn’t want to see his bestie remain in such a state of despair all because his stuffy father didn’t have the eyes to see what was right in front of his face, nor the empathy to reach out to comfort someone who was in desperate need of consolation. 

“Where are we going again?” Rascal asked as he turned to look at Jax, who was now happily humming along with some tune on the radio that the pink bunny had never heard of before.

“To a nice little hotel/spa that a friend of a friend suggested I take you to.” the salamander answered honestly.

“And who is this friend again?” It was so plain to hear the suspicion and sense of possessiveness within Rascal’s voice that Jax couldn’t help chuckling as he turned to regard the other.

“Just a friend.” The salamander smirked. 

“Uh-huh,” Rascal huffed while crossing his arms over his shoulder. “Am I ever going to meet this person?” 

“Probably not,” Jax couldn’t help snickering when saw the pink bunny’s long ears flop down low onto his head.  “They’re kind of mistrustful of other people.” 

“So how did you meet with them?” Rascal asked while tapping his foot onto the floor.

“Through accident honestly.” Those words made Rascal lift an eyebrow. 

When Jax didn’t say anything more the pink bunny continued with, “And that’s means what exactly?” 

“Let’s just say that it was lucky happenstance and leave it at that.” Jax shrugged while curling his lips into the biggest smirk imaginable. 

“You know I hate it when you do that ‘I know something you don’t know’ shit!” Rascal growled before thumping his left foot onto the floor. 

“I know.” Jax apologized. “Hopefully this little vacation will help you to forgive me.” The black salamander chuckled.

If he hadn’t been driving at the moment Rascal would have decked the other upside the head, but as he didn’t have a death wish today he decided to merely stick his tongue out at Jax before turning to look out at the line of oak trees passing by. Thankfully it was still relatively early and so the wind brushing across his face was warm instead of blazing hot. Murmuring to himself Rascal found himself lazy drifting off into his own imagination as he tried to think up exactly what would be in store for him once he got to this mysterious spa place. 

‘Maybe there will be some buff guys there I can feel up.’ He thought with an evil snicker.

Rascal was not prepared for what he saw once Jax pulled into the local parking lot and then killed the engine. Pulling himself out of the passenger side seat onto the slightly warm concrete the pink bunny found himself dropping his jaw as he noticed the various...creatures which were walking about the area in front of a towering hotel looking structure. Turning to face Jax Rascal did an impressive goldfish imitation which made the black salamander howl with laughter. Rascal shook his head to straighten himself out. He then hopped over the front of the sedan and then decked his bestie over the side of the head.

“Oww, what was that for?!” Jax hissed in that reptilian manner all of his species were known for.

“For earlier, and not telling me that we would be going to digimon themed business!!” the pink rabbit growled.

“If you’d like, you can stay in the car for the entire weekend while I go and enjoy myself.” the black salamander threatened while smuggly looking down at the slightly shorter lagomorph. 

“Not a chance.” Rascal huffed. “Besides, you know that I’d end up baking if I stayed in there all weekend.” To say that this summer had been sweltering would have been an understatement, as the pink bunny could already feel the heat of the rising sun start to sear his fur. 

“Then I guess you’ll have to humble yourself by stepping into a digital monster owned and operated hotel with me.” Jax snickered right before he turned to head to the trunk. 

Rascal followed behind his best friend a few seconds after grumbling to himself about dumb lizards. 

Rascal didn’t know a whole lot about digimon, as he wasn’t one to pay attention to the news and its constant buzzfeed of sensationalized information, however because Jax was a major computer geek the pink bunny had heard a couple of things about the strange critters. For one thing, they were not natural inhabitants of this world. Apparently, some ‘genius scientists’ had been experimenting with a strange meteorite that had fallen within the deep jungles of the south. Said space rock seemed to radiate with a particular wave of energy which played merry hell with the average computer system, and so the government, being filled with people who knew as much about modern technology as the average four year old, had authorized some brainiacs to experiment on the meteorite in order to learn what secrets it held and if it could possibly be weaponized. 

A series of experiments later had accidentally done something to a program which had been uploaded onto the internet, and thus a connected this world to the digital world had been made.

Rascal didn’t exactly know what had happened after that, as he didn’t have the mind to care about the situation despite it getting a lot of media attention, but from what he had heard from Jax there had been a lot of fighting between the various governments of the world and the leaders of the digital world. Most of the conflicts had ended with a number of shutdowns happening within the internet, of which led to numerous crises amongst the world’s militaries, some of which were still talked about to this very day, before cooler heads came in to negotiate a ceasefire. Rascal didn’t know what had been said, but today most digimon kept themselves isolated from the rest of society, with a few choosing to open places such as this which could cater to those open minded individuals that wanted to learn more about digital monster and their world. Of course, they weren’t fools, and so knew well enough that someone might try and bother them, either for the publicity or because they actually felt that they had an axe to grind. Said morons were quickly dispatched by the respective digimon in charge, as one of the policies which had been implemented by the leaders of the digital race was that anyone who came onto the lands which the digimon owned were subject to digital law, of which was very no court could overrule.

Personally, Rascal didn’t care about any of that, as he had his own worries to concern himself over.

Once the two of them had grabbed their respective suitcases, which weren’t filled with much besides their laptops and a few personal items, Jax and Rascal walked across the street and then into the interior of the hotel, but only after the black salamander had allowed one of the two imposing leonine guards at the front entrance to scan his phone with his hand. Once everything had checked out the two of them were waved inside, though not before Rascal had gotten an eye full of the bulge within the thick black jeans for which the golden brown furred lion on his left was supposting. The pink bunny couldn’t help licking his lips as he noticed the fat mound, however instead of saying something on the matter the stoic Leomon simply chose to ignore him, much to Rascal’s annoyance.

Just like with the outside of the area the inner depths of the building was filled with numerous anthromorphs walking about the area, of which half of them were the same said digital monsters that the pink rabbit had seen wandering about the lush gardens outside. 

“You’re drooling, Rascal.” Jax snickered as he stood next to the shorter lagomorph.

“I am not!” The pink bunny growled before flicking his ears in annoyance.

“Then why did you suddenly stop?” the black salamander asked with a wide grin on his face.

“Because I was just noticing how many of these digimon looked like regular anthromorphs.” 
Rascal’s reaction had been shared by many of the top officials within the world the first time they had seen a digimon materialize from out of a computer. The creatures, though large and imposing, looked and spoke exactly like your average anthromorph, with the only thing separating them, besides their digitized composition, was the fact that they could warp the fabric of reality to create swirling balls of fire from out of their mouths and reconfigure their physical makeup to take on new forms at will. At current most of the digital monsters had taken on more hospitable forms in order to engage with the guests within the hotel, however, there were some, like the growlmon that was making his way towards the back that seemed like they were on some kind of mission. Rascal found himself cocking his head to the side once he noticed the fact that the large dinosaur-like monster was naked. 

He then immediately began looking about the area. 

“Do they know that…” the pink bunny began to say but Jax beat him to the punch.

“That some of their own are nude? Yes. They know. And they don’t care.” the black salamander chuckled. Rascal turned to blink owlishly at him. “That’s the power of being in your own safe zone and not having to care about what others think about how you handle yourself. You’ll figure this out for yourself after you graduate from high school.”

“Tsk. If dad doesn’t send me off to the military.” Rascal grumbled.

“Here’s a little fact that I’ve been holding back for a while now, Slyvester,” The lagomorph turned to growl at his larger friend. “Once you graduate you’ll be old enough to move out of the house, and thus, you won’t have to do what you dad tells you to do.” 

Those words hit the pink rabbit like a ton of bricks. 

“Come on now, let’s get registered into the hotel.” Jax commanded with a cheeky smile plastered onto his face.

It took several seconds for Rascal to process the words in question before he followed through with the given command. 

The digimon at the front counter, a Digitamamon, scanned Jax’s phone, processed their names into the hotel’s system and then scooted two keycards over to them. Taking their respective cards in hand the egg digimon informed them of the rules of the hotel, which were your bog standard set of regulations, before informing them about the various events taking place within the hotel and the digimon in question that they could call on to cater to them, should they feel that they needed some extra entertainment while there. 

“Do you think my friend here can get a Gun Bunny Special?” Jax asked out of the blue making Rascal turn to regard him with a mixture of skepticism and confusion.

“Of course, sir. When would you like it to arrive?” the Digitamamon asked with utter sincerity.

“In about an hour.” Jax said after tapping the bottom of his chin with one of his fingers. “We’re going to our rooms and I know that I’m going to shower and take a nap before exploring, but my bestie here needs something to help him loosen up.” The black salamander finished while reaching to hug Rascal around the shoulders.

“I’ll be sure to have one sent up to you in an hour then.” The egg digimon nodded, or at least the two anthromorphs thought that he did as such, as it was hard to tell given his physical appearance.

“Thank you.” Jax chirped before turning on his heel and then heading for the elevators after releasing the pink bunny. 

“What the hell is a Gun Bunny Special?” Rascal asked after he caught up to the other.

“Just something that will help you to settle into the plans I have for you for this weekend.” The black salamander said in a tone that made the lagomorph shiver. He never did like it when Jax put that particular tone within his voice, as it usually meant that there would be trouble coming his way before long.

“Should I even bother asking?” The lagomorph questioned after they entered into the elevator.

Jax merely smiled. 

Getting to their respective rooms, of which were across the hall from one another, both Jax and Rascal waved to one another before entering into the bright interior. Looking to the spacious room Rascal let out a small whistle as he noticed how beautiful everything was. From the drapes hanging from the windowsill to the cotton covers stretched across the queen sized, the entire setting looked like something out of a fairytale. Going over and then placing his suitcase down next to the stand holding up the large screen television the pink rabbit stretched his lithe body across the very plush bed with a sigh. 

Looking about the room once more Rascal decided to do what he normally did when he was alone in a secure location and strip himself out of his clothing. First rolling his shirt up off from off of his trim belly and then unclasping his blue jeans from around his waist before pushing them down the length of his muscular legs. Once he was free from the constricting material the lagomorph kicked the offending clothing over onto the floor and then reached down to stroke his sheathless cock and low hanging balls. The pleasurable feelings of being unrestrained made Rascal let out a happy little chitter, the likes of which followed with his cottontail rump wiggling every so slightly across the sheets. Reaching back and then sliding a finger across the line of his rump the pink bunny shivered as he took a few minutes to explore his body. He usually could only get in moments like this when he was in the shower, what with his mom being home all the time and almost constantly finding a reason to come up to his room to check in on him. 

The thought of his mother, and his father in turn, caused Rascal to let out a groan of frustration. 

‘Not going to let them ruin this for me.’ He thought adamantly. ‘Especially not since I have what Jax said backing me.’ The very idea of not doing what his father had been planning was something that Rascal had never considered before, however, now that he had this piece of information rolling around inside of his mind the lagomorph found himself feeling a sense of confidence that he had never felt before. 

There was a lot to think about with regards to his future but for right now all Rascal wanted to do was simply enjoy the moment in question. With his half hard erection held tightly within his fist the pink bunny found himself slowly jacking himself off while thinking about all of the hunky digimon that he had spied while walking through the hotel. So many of them looked like they had been carved from raw marble that it was hard for Rascal to remember the fact that they were just bundles of ones and zeros which had come to life. 

‘I wonder if look at them while doing this count as watching online porn?” Rascal giggled to himself as he rolled his fingers up and down the length of his now fully aroused hardon. That he had a shaft that was stood one inch above six was something that had always bothered the lagomorph, especially while in the gym with some of the other guys that were on the various sport’s teams, but right here and right now he couldn’t care less about his size as he simply basked in the mental paradise that was being surrounded by so many hunky individuals.

‘I wonder what it would be like to feel one of them?’ The idea of running his hands over and across the muscles of one of the more savage looking digimon made butterflies flutter around inside of Rascal’s tummy. He had never had a sexual experience with someone else before, so his only recourse for handling his desires was to try and wrestle with another guy, but as he couldn’t do that there, seeing as the hotel had a strict ‘no fighting’ policy that option was out the door. The last thing he wanted was to cause problems for Jax here in this place, after all. 

The sound of the bedside phone ringing a few minutes later made Rascal pause in his daydreaming about having that weregarurumon he had seen carrying bags for an older couple massaging the side of his throat with his tongue. The mental image of the larger wolf-like digimon nipping on his throat sent a surge of bliss racing throughout his spine, as Rascal often wondered what it would be like to be ‘prey’ for a ‘predator’. 

Reaching for the phone with the hand he had been using to toy with his back pucker the pink bunny grumbled as he answered the phone.

“Hello?” 

“Stop playing with yourself and go take a shower. Your gue...service is going to be there in ten minutes.” Jax ordered from the other end of the line.

“What?” Rascal blinked as he tried to find a nearby clock to check the time with. He quickly found an old wall mounted timepiece staring down at him almost judgmentally. “Awww, shit.” 

“Time flies while your whacking off in bed.” the black salamander chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah. Really funny, ass.” Rascal hung up the phone before his bestie could say anything more to him. He then got up from off of the bed, pulling his now sopping wet paw away from his drooling cock as he did so to lick over it, and then went to find the bathroom. 

The pink bunny eventually found the area in question hidden around the corner of the mini dining area which was right pass the door leading into the room. Stepping inside and then blindly padding the wall for the light switch Rascal cursed as the bright white light pierced his green eyes. Blinking and then fumbling for the switch once more the pink bunny realized that it was a knob instead of a traditional off and on device and so quickly guided the circular control down until the light within was no longer blinding.

‘Who the fuck was in here before me?! A bat?!’ He thought acidly before shaking his head.

Pushing that venomous thought out of his mind the pink rabbit looked around to see that the bathroom, much like the outside area, was both spacious and gorgeous. White tiles lined the floor while the walls were decorated with chibified digimon who were dancing all about. Rascal couldn’t hide the smile which crossed his face as he looked at the wallpaper. Walking over to the shower the lagomorph stepped inside and then turned on the water using the single handled handle that was presented to him. He jumped back when a spray of cold liquid doused his chest.

‘Ok, seriously, who was in here before me?!?’ He mentally gripped as he reached out to adjust the flow of water. 

Once he had the water set to the perfect temperature Rascal stood underneath the cascading flow. Shutting his eyes a moment later the pink rabbit allowed his mind to drift off into that happily little place that was all his own as the steam around him began to billow higher and higher until it eventually covered the entire bathroom. After a few minutes of letting the hot water massage at his muscles the lagomorph opened his eyes and then searched around for a brush and some fur shampoo to begin cleaning himself off with. Upon not seeing any he cursed himself.

‘I knew I forgot something.’ He snorted with a chuckle. ‘Oh well, guess I have to go back out and…’ Just as he was thinking about what he wanted to do next his long ears caught the sound of someone entering into the bathroom. 

“Hello?” He called out as a large shadow waddled its way over to him. 

“This is your Gun Bunny Special.” A very masculine voice responded making Rascal shiver.

“Yeah, um, about that,” The lagomorph began to say but was quickly silenced when the door to the shower was opened by a very large white furred hand.

The owner of said hand soon followed after the limb in question and all Rascal could do upon seeing the other was to drop his jaw in pure disbelief.

“I hope you’re ready,” a very stout looking Gargomon chuckled as he lifted his left leg up onto the glass of the shower door and then reached down to caresses his humongous cock. “because I’m packing heat here, kiddo, and it’s not going away until it’s shot its load right up into that fluffy ass of yours.”

Rascal’s brain decided that it was needed anymore and so switched itself off leaving its owner to start babbling like a fool as the pink bunny stared down at twin balls which had to have been bigger than both of his fists put together. When the Gargomon began chuckling at him Rascal found his cottontail restlessly wagging across his rump. And then the digimon lowered his foot and then reached out for him. His heart skipped a beat upon feeling the other grab and then force him deep into his chest.