Disclaimer the first: I do not own Digimon. Disclaimer the second: This story contains graphic description of sexual behavior between an underage fictional character and a non-human creature. If this type of written content is illegal in for you to read in your jurisdiction, do not proceed further. Thank you.
Pressure
Fifteen-years old Hida Iori was laying awake in bed. He would have loved nothing more than to sleep (it was, after all, five in the morning), but he could not. So he was thinking.
Puberty had proven an unexpected challenge for the youngest of the Chosen Children. The teen had already outgrown several generations of clothes since he had first gone in the Digital World. He had gotten stronger, too, both from growing up and from his intensive kendo training. He had to be careful all the time not to break brittle objects. All of this he could deal with easily.
Other people, he could deal with too, although that proved more difficult. Back when he was 10, his mother trusted him as much as she would have trusted, say, genius boy Ken Ichijouji. Yet as her son grew up, she had become progressively more protective and, at times, restrictive. Iori resented it, and the hormone-driven emotional outbursts he occasionally experienced had not helped the situation. His mother did not seem to realize her little boy was not suddenly going to go wild on Tokyo just because he was starting to slowly grow stubble. Iori sighed at this thought. He had changed. And people's attitudes had changed to reflect that, even though these new relationships were not quite what he would have hoped for.
He could deal with the physical changes, and maybe even other people's attitudes, but the hit that might break the kendo stick proved to be his own new reactions. He realized in full now how much of a blessing it was to be nine at the time of their first adventures. He could go on blissfully ignoring Mimi, Miyako and Daisuke's surprisingly unsubtle innuendo.
It was not so easy anymore. His body was infused with hormones, and Iori often found himself fighting urges he never even knew he had. Being hugged by Miyako, Mimi and Sora's ultra-short skirts, Daisuke's graphic reporting of his escapades: so many things caused reactions Iori would have preferred to avoid. At times, he was almost grateful that life had pulled him and his friend further apart with the years. It made avoiding most of the weirder questions so much simpler.
The dreams were the worst part. Iori had tried discussing the problems he discovered in teenagehood with the only person he trusted enough to do it: Hida Chikara, his grandfather and Kendo teacher. The old man had been prompt to confirm that teenage boys were subject to "weird dreams", and then had offered prune juice as hormonal control.
Iori had sighed. How could he explain that his own definition of "weird" was hardly the same as his grandfather's? He had travelled to another dimension. He had met creatures that changed between human and horribly deformed body shapes. He had almost died on several occasion. He had felt his heart beat in synch with another boy's. He had seen his best friend fall in love with a creature that was not even human. He was hardly innocent, let alone normal. And the images his subconscious drew up in his sleep certainly confirmed that.
Which lead him back to his current situation: laying on his back in his bed, kept awake by a raging 6½ inches erection that strained against his pyjama pants. He had awakened a couple minutes ago from a dream involving Daisuke, Miyako, and a third figure that might have been either Archnemon or his chemistry teacher. What made the situation worse was the ungodly hour. Iori was particularly affected by morning erection, something common to men of his family, if Chikara was to be believed. How he could state that with such certainty Iori didn't want to know.
Any normal boy would probably have masturbated the troublesome arousal away. However, Iori, as already mentionned, was hardly a normal boy by any definition of the word. He was afraid of awakening his partner. Armadimon was sleeping peacefully, curled around in a near-perfect sphere at the other end of the bed. Not so long ago, the solution would still have worked, but the both of them now used up all the space available, so that the mattress would have to be replaced before long. Besides, Iori was worried about soiling his clothes or sheets. The last thing he wanted at this point was for his mother to be aware her son was actually a sexual being.
Iori sighed again and tried to shuffle himself in a more comfortable position. A sleepy moan froze him into place. Armadimon was slowly stirring in his sleep. As Iori looked on, the digimon snapped out of his spherical position and landed on his back. Armadimon flipped himself over and looked up at his partner.
"What's going on, Iori, can't sleep?" he yawned.
Iori blushed uncontrollably; another side-effect of the hormonal takeover of many bodily functions. He could swear he never blushed that much back when they were trying to save the Digital World from the Digimon Kaiser's grasp.
"I'm trying," he somehow managed to blurt.
"That doesn't sound very convincing, dagya," the digimon retorted, now more alert.
Armadimon's eyes trailed down to the noticeable bulge in the sheets and his mouth rounded in a "O" of understanding.
"Okay, I see," he said flatly.
"Yeah... It's nothing."
Iori tried to sound as disinterested from the obvious discomfort as possible and failed miserably. Armadimon wordlessly trailed up the bed and began pulling the covers down. Iori blinked, not quite registering what was going on at first. When the information made its way to his busy brain, he grasped the edge of the fabric.
"Armadimon! What are you doing?" he exclaimed.
The boy glared, but he was blushing so much it was hardly threatening.
"Don't wake up the adults!" Armadimon hushed him.
The armadillo-like creature gave the covers a good yank. They slipped from Iori's grasp, revealing the his nearly hairless chest. To the digimon's amazement, the boy blushed even more. It was a wonder, he thought, that his partner did not pass out right there and now. Iori tried to push the digimon off him, but was only met with minimal success.
"Armadimon... This is... You can't..." he stuttered his protests.
The digimon sighed loudly. If he could not appeal to his partner's urges, then he would have to get this through his mental process. He softly, but firmly planted his forepaws on Iori's stomach, mere inches from the member that jutted from the brunette's crotch, and looked him in the eyes with determination.
"Listen here, now. It's..." he gave the clock a glance. "A quarter past five in the morning. You're not going to sleep with that on, right?"
He nodded at the boy's erection. The shift in weight caused it to throb ever so slightly and Iori repressed a whimper.
"No, not likely," he whispered.
"You've got class and kendo club tomorrow. You need your beauty sleep, but you're not getting it anytime soon, that much is obvious, dagya," Armadimon continued. "So I'm going to help you with it. And there will be no buts or any such things."
As he spoke, the digimon sneaked one of his paw down and began to softly nudge up and down his partner's member through the fabric. Iori gulped loudly in his attempt to ignore the treatment.
"I'm your partner, Iori," the digimon added more softly. "I see a lot more about you than you might sometimes think. And I'm always willing to help, dagya."
Iori's breath shortened. Making sense of his partner's words was complicated beyond reason by the torturous ministrations. Armadimon moved down slowly. Iori did not react. His brain would just not put up with this anymore.
"Now, you just relax..." the digimon continued.
His next word were muffled by the cord of Iori's pyjama pants that he had grabbed in his muzzle. He pulled on it and, as the knot came undone, gave the garment a sharp pull, slipping the waist down to Iori's lower hips. Without himself even realizing it, the boy's hips raised to make the operation smoother. He gave a sharp gasp when the night's fresh air came in contact with his member.
"...and you let me do all the work, understood?" his partner finished.
By now, Iori's brain was on extended vacation. His head nodded of its own accord, as the mind was obviously not going to give any order appropriate to the situation. Armadimon approached the member slowly, curiously. While he was roughly familiar with human sexual anatomy, he had never actually had the occasion of observing an erect penis so closely. He inhaled deeply a few times, taking in the natural woody smell of his partner, mixed with the scent of sweat from his no doubt steamy dream and the subtler smell of pre-cum. All three were familiar smells to the digimon, although he had never smelled them so combined.
Iori's member was a slightly darker skin tone than the rest of his body and marked with a few visible veins. It rose from his crotch at a nearly square angle. The head, currently invisible, was hidden by a long foreskin. This last element was by far the most unusual feature of this foreign penis to Armadimon.
Iori bit his lips as his partner blew hot air all over his aroused member, examining it from all angles, but not touching it.
"Arma... dimon..." he panted.
The digimon looked up at him sharply and chuckled.
"Oh... Sorry about that Iori. I pull this stunt on you, and there you are, all expectant and excited while I tease you without even meaning to do it," he apologized.
As he talked, he slowly wrapped one of his forepaw around the sensitive piece of flesh. The operation was not as easy as it might sound, the four-legged digimon lacking opposable thumbs. Iori gasped audibly, earning himself another shushing motion from his partner. Armadimon slowly slid his paw down the lenght of the member. The pull eventually began to reveal, millimetre by agonizing millimetre, the deeply red skin of the cock's head. It glistened softly in the scarce light of the room, completely covered in pre. Another light spurt came when the foreskin reached the curved edge of the head and slipped over it. The cold air tingled against the moist skin, putting Iori to a complete torture, but he did not want to interrupt his partner's exploration.
The new spurt added to the content already assembled over the engorged head and some slid over the digimon's fingers. Armadimon gave the pre a curious look. He detached his fingers slowly, earning himself a groan from his partner as the paw was raised, a long strand of pre forming between it and the hardened penis. The boy and the digimon looked at the glimmering shape that hung between their eyes until Armadimon broke the magic of the moment by sharply moving his head forward, catching the strand with his tongue and drawing it into his mouth. He then proceeded to suck it until he reached his fingers, all of which were consciously nursed on and cleaned.
Iori was drawing long and irregular breaths, no part of him willing to end that delicious torture. He looked on in amazement as the digimon took the fingers in its maw and suckled on them with incredibly obscene noises. Or at least noises that sounded incredibly obscene in his current state of mind. The hormones had taken over completely, swerving all over the highway, reorganizing his system of priorities and then redecorating the rooms as an afterthought. His digimon suddenly vanished from sigh and a new sensation wrapped around the boy's mind as Armadimon nuzzled lightly at his scrotum.
Iori reflexively tried to spread his legs so as to give his partner a better access, but that was rendered impossible by the pyjamas that still restrained him. Armadimon chuckled at his efforts and used his hind paws to push the clothing off the boy's lower limbs. The legs sprang open, giving the digimon free and complete access to his partner's nether region. Armadimon gave Iori's low-hanging, wrinkled and slightly hairy ball sack another tentative nudge and snorted disapprovingly at how painfully engorged they were.
"It's not healthy to let it build up like that," he commented, looking back at his partner, who moaned nonsensically for all response. "Now, you will promise me it's not happening ever again, okay?"
Iori tried to answer, but no actual words escaped his lips. Eyes closed slowly, he nodded. Said eyes did not remain closed very long. His eyes shot open and he jolted when something wet and warm began squirming over his asshole. It moved to draw one of his testicles inside and molest it so delightfully the boy could not repress a long moan. Armadimon massaged Iori's balls some more with his tongue before deciding to go back to the main course.
He slowly allowed the two skin-wrapped spheres to pop out of his mouth one at a time, then moved around to begin his assault on the penis. Poor Iori had been getting worked up all this time. Pre flowing from and down his member had pooled in his crotch and Armadimon made sure to thoroughly clean it up before he approached Iori's expectant member. It throbbed in rhythm with the teen's whimpering as the digimon collected more of the salty pre-cum off it with his tongue. The warm, wet snake went to very edge of the head and rested there, causing the poor teen to let out a short, desperate moan.
Iori's mute prayer was finally answered as Armadimon's mouth sealed shut around his member and the boy's mind plummeted far beyond any rational thoughts. He bucked up uncontrollably, his toes curling like crazy and his hand grasping at the sheets as if to choke them. His breath was far too short for moaning or whimpering. All he could do was let his partner work his wonders with him.
Armadimon was impressed by his partner's reaction, not having quite realized how much worked up he was. He allowed two thirds of the incredibly hot penis to slide in and out freely, teasing around the head with his tongue or licking up and down the side. A few times he slurped the foreskin back over the tip of the penis and wiggled his tongue inside. Armadimon knew perfectly well that the teen could not take very long of this treatment, but he also realized that with the state his partner was in, a single orgasm would not be enough. He eventually decided that Iori had had enough. He wanted to feel him orgasm in his muzzle.
The armadillo sealed his lips just behind the uncovered head and, tongue licking all over, gave several slow twist left and right, stimulating what was obviously the most sensitive area of his partner's member. He was not disappointed. Iori's head craned back to the extreme limit, a low, throaty moan escaping his lips as his member throbbed and twitched in his partner's mouth. Jet after jet of cum held up for far too long splattered against Armadimon's palate, cheeks and tongue. The digimon swallowed a first, than a second and a third time, determined not to let is partner outdo him.
Even after the pleasurable wave subsided, Armadimon continued to nurse lightly on the member, catching a few extra drops of cum in the process. Iori's penis did not go down even as the boy softly moaned in a half-dazed state.
"Armadimon..." he managed out.
The digimon put a finger to his partner's lips.
"Shhhhhhhh..." he whispered around Iori's hard piece of flesh, causing the boy to squirm again. "I'm not done yet."
Taking his mouth off it, Armadimon took the strained member in his paw and began to slowly masturbate it. He made sure to go up and down the full length; each stroke uncovered the entire head before moving back up. He lowered his muzzle back to Iori's anus and resumed licking there. Armadimon's thick and wet muscle circled around the puckered hole, saliva dripping down the skin and matting the hair. He took a more direct approach this time and directly jabbed at the ring, the tip of his tongue sliding in easily, helped by generous amounts of saliva. Still masturbating Iori with agonizing slowness, he alternated penetrating his asshole with his tongue, each time going just a teeny bit farther, with taking one of his testicle in his mouth and massaging it carefully or nibbling lightly on the scrotum.
If Iori had previously thought he had died and was in heaven, he was now far beyond any theological construct and in a land of pure pleasure. With a few wordless prompts, Armadimon propped his partner up so he was sitting and leaning against the wall instead of laying on his back. With Iori's member aimed straight at him and the boy's legs wrapped over his shell, the digimon stopped using his tongue to stimulate his partner long enough so he could stick one of the blunt claws not wrapped around Iori's cock in his mouth. He sucked on it with lewd sounds, covering it completely with his thick saliva and then some more.
Once he was done with these preparations, he gave the teen's butt-crack one last, drawn-out lick, making sure the entire area was well-covered with the lubricating secretion. He placed his claw at the entrance, but did not move it just yet, instead choosing to return his attention to the boy's glorious member. He lunged forward and swallowed it to the hilt. It was only a mild discomfort when it hit the back of Armadimon's throat, and he ignored that completely, busying himself with pleasuring his partner the best he could. As Iori began to buck in his mouth, Armadimon lapped and flicked his tongue all over the penis, making sure no area of it was left unattended.
Iori was so far over the edge he might as well have landed into another dimension altogether. He did not even jump when something began stretching his anus. His muscles clamped down around the intruder, which retreated only to come back and enter more deeply. The slight twinge of pain mixed with the alien sensation brought Iori to orgasm again. His head flopped from side to side as cum again spurted down his partner's throat. Armadimon backed a little so he could work over the teen's head again, making his moans rise in pitch as the orgasm peeked before recessing ever so slowly, thanks to the digimon's attentive ministrations. Armadimon never let the member out of his mouth until it softened completely, well over a minute later.
He backed away and looked up at his partner. Iori's eye were closed and his face expressed the most intense contentment known to man. He managed to open an eye before falling back into a position more convenient for sleeping.
"Thank you," he managed. "How... When did you..." he began.
Armadimon hushed him for the third time that night. He gave a low chuckle.
"Silly Iori-kun. I can curl into a ball to perform my attack. You'd think I've had the occasion to learn a couple tricks of my own, dagya. Now get to sleep. You need it now more than ever, dagya."
As he spoke, Armadimon busied himself with slipping Iori's discarded pyjama pants back on and bringing the sheets up to tuck the boy in. The digimon then returned to his usual spot and curled on himself. In his almost asleep state, Iori could hear soft grunts and sucking noises coming from his partner. His dick tried to stir back into action, but it was completely spent. Boy, was he tired. There would be other times, but right now, he needed to sleep. Iori closed his eyes and let his partner's moaning lull him into a deep slumber.
Note: Yes, Armadillomon's Japanese counterpart DOES use the "dagya" interjection a lot.