These warnings are putting me to sleep…. Still copying and pasting, so bear with me…. I do not own or work for Digimon or own any characters. If you’re not 18 or over, then go away. I normally wouldn’t say that, but hey, you don’t want to be in jail, do you? Well, anyway… This is the fifth part of the series “Lost in the Woods,” by yours truly. The whole series is Yaoi, so if you don’t like it, don’t read it.

 

One Good Turn…

     Flamedramon woke up late that night, feeling groggy. Wargreymon was nowhere in sight. Feeling weak, he sat up, then, slowly and carefully, stood up. It still hurt a lot, but the aloe had helped. Flamedramon wondered what time it was. He knew that there was no way that he was going to be able to get back to sleep, so, remembering a pond he had seen as Veemon just before they’d found the campsite, he decided to take a bath in the cool water, to wake himself up.

 

     Flamedramon looked around the campsite as he painfully began his walk to the pond. It had to be late. He wondered who had stoked the fire, which was burning full-force. But he shrugged it off and concentrated on walking.

 

     He soon reached the pond, and waded into its cool waters. The water woke Flamedramon up completely as he ducked his head beneath its surface. He continued to swim for a while, remembering a few days ago, when he as Veemon and Agumon had found each other in that cave. He smiled and swam back to the end of the pond.

 

     He made his way back to the campsite, still in reminiscence, put on his armor, and sat in front of the fire, wondering where Wargreymon was. The flames warmed and comforted him as he remembered the last night. He remembered how Blackwargreymon had attacked himself and Wargreymon, and how he and Wargreymon had attacked together to create that blinding light. Then he remembered seeing his friend being pummeled into a tree, and seeing the blood pouring out of his head. Then he remembered how he himself was knocked out. How he had been tied up, how he had been….

 

     Flamedramon slapped himself in the face as hard as he could. DO NOT REMEMBER, he commanded himself as the thoughts left him. He sighed, wondering if this would be how he lived the rest of his life, as the waves of comfort from the fire washed over him. The effects of his swim in the pond wore off as he began to drift off into a cozy sleep….

 

     The next thing he knew, he was hearing rustling in the trees behind him. He turned his head so fast that he cricked his neck. Terror flooded through him as he saw an unpleasantly familiar, tall, dark figure emerging from the trees.

 

     It was Blackwargreymon.

 

     Flamedramon, panicking, ran from the spot as fast as he could while still being quiet, hoping with all his might that Blackwargreymon hadn’t seen him. He had to find Wargreymon. NOW.

 

     As Flamedramon got farther away from the campsite, he managed to lengthen his strides, gasping with pain, running as fast as he could. He turned a few corners, looking for Wargreymon. He turned another corner and ran straight into something hard. Blackwargreymon was standing in front of him, smirking just as he had the last night. Flamedramon’s heart went up to his throat as he began launching attack after attack at Blackwargreymon.

 

     “Fire Rocket! Fire Rocket! FIRE ROCKET! FIRE ROCKET!”

 

     But Blackwargreymon either blocked or dodged, and all of the hundreds of fireballs that Flamedramon had managed to hurl at him were deflected or missed.

 

     “Ha! Missed me!” Blackwargreymon laughed. But Flamedramon was nowhere in sight. He had run off while Blackwargreymon was busy deflecting his fireballs.

 

     Flamedramon decided to find Guilmon. It was a long way off, but Flamedramon made a desperate attempt to get back to the old log cabin. After rounding several bends, the cabin came into Flamedramon’s view. Almost there, he thought. Please, just a little further….

 

     Just as Flamedramon felt that he would make it, something incredibly heavy landed on him, and a large hand was put roughly over his mouth as he tried to yell. Before he knew it, Flamedramon and Blackwargreymon had ascended into the sky, and were soon back at the campsite. Flamedramon was literally thrown onto the ground. He groaned in pain as he saw dark stains on the grass in front of him. The campfire was about thirty feet away from him, and he felt his armor being stripped off and saw it tossed several feet out of his reach. Flamedramon gasped as he realized that this was the exact spot where he had been raped the previous night.

 

     “No….” he groaned. “No, no, no, no, no… this can’t be happening again…. I don’t believe it….”

 

     “Believe it,” said a gruff voice. Flamedramon was harshly flipped onto his back and something long and hard was shoved into his mouth. Flamedramon gagged and choked on Blackwargreymon’s prick.

 

     “You bite, and I will kill you,” warned Blackwargreymon menacingly, sensing Flamedramon’s next move.

 

     Flamedramon had no choice. Tears streamed from his eyes as he began once more to suck on Blackwargreymon’s rod. Blackwargreymon moaned as he felt himself being sucked off. This went on for about ten minutes, when Blackwargreymon blew his load into Flamedramon’s mouth.

 

     “That was no good, dragon!” yelled Blackwargreymon. “You know what’s coming now, don’t you?!”

 

     Flamedramon began to sob. “No… n-no, please, not again, d-don’t… no….”

 

     “Oh, yes,” said Blackwargreymon, flipping the trembling Digimon onto his back.

 

     Flamedramon’s sobs turned to screams as Blackwargreymon lifted his tail. “NO! Not again!” He stood and tried to run again, but was only struck down by Blackwargreymon’s fist. The black Digimon yanked Flamedramon’s tail up and jammed his cock all the way into Flamedramon, who could do nothing but cry and scream in pain. His screams echoed throughout the forest, as Blackwargreymon bucked back and forth and laughed heartily at what he was doing to the young dragon. Blood poured again out of Flamedramon’s tail hole and ran down his leg, soaking the grass.

 

     “You ready?” laughed Blackwargreymon.

 

     “NOOO!” screamed Flamedramon, but Blackwargreymon ignored him as he proceeded to release his load into Flamedramon’s bowels.

 

     Just then, Flamedramon heard a voice. The voice was rough and throaty, and quivering with white-hot rage, which amplified it to the point where it shook the trees.

 

     “TERRA FORCE!” it screamed. But the voice didn’t stop there. It repeated the words over and over again. Beam after beam after beam of energy hit Blackwargreymon full force. Flamedramon looked up to the source of the rescuer. His heart was filled with joy as he saw his friend Wargreymon, standing at the top of a tree, shaking with ultimate rage, and firing attack after attack at Blackwargreymon, who immediately pulled out and ran to take cover in the forest.

 

     Flamedramon stared at his friend. “War… greymon…” he said hoarsely. Then, with a defeated sigh, Flamedramon’s head hit the earth and he knew no more.

 

     Flamedramon woke the next morning, not on a patch of grass, as before, but in a soft, warm bed. He opened his eyes slowly, then groaned and closed them again as a red face swam around his head. Then he heard a familiar voice.

 

     “Good, you’re awake.” Flamedramon’s eyes flew open again.

 

     “Guil… mon?” His throat was hurting badly again.

 

     “Yes, it’s me,” replied the red Digimon gently.

 

     “How… did you… find me?” gasped Flamedramon. Guilmon merely put a finger to his mouth.

 

     “Ssh. Don’t talk. Here, this might help to soothe your throat.” Guilmon lifted Flamedramon’s head and spooned some honey into his mouth. Flamedramon painfully swallowed the sweet substance, enjoying its taste and its thickness. Guilmon was right. His throat felt a bit better after he’d had several spoonfuls. Guilmon began to speak.

 

     “It was Wargreymon. After he found you last night, he came here with you draped over his shoulder. He managed to tell me everything, but he was so exhausted. Poor Wargreymon de-digivolved back to Agumon right in the middle of his explanation. We gave you a bath and put you in that bed. Agumon can do so little now…. He’s taking a nap right now, he’ll come to see you later today.”

 

     Flamedramon opened his mouth to thank Guilmon, only to be silenced again. “Give your throat time to heal,” said Guilmon. “I have your armor in my room. You shouldn’t try to put it on for a while. There’s food and drink on this table of you want it,” he said, patting the table. “Wargreymon helped me get some fruit for you this morning. He said you’d like it.”

 

     Flamedramon managed a grin and a nod, then drifted back into a comfortable sleep as Guilmon left the room.

 

     Flamedramon woke up a little later to a knock at his door. He was happy to see his newly-digivolved friend step into the room. “Hey, Flame,” said Wargreymon softly.

 

     “I—” began Flamedramon. But Wargreymon silenced him with a shake of his head. “Don’t speak yet. Here….” He fed Flamedramon some more honey as Guilmon reentered the room.

 

     “How are you, Flamedramon?” he said. Flamedramon obeyed his command to be quiet and gave Guilmon a thumbs-up. His two friends pulled chairs to his bed and sat down next to him, staring sadly at Flamedramon. He wanted to tell them to stop, but he wasn’t supposed to talk. Instead, he returned the stares. Wargreymon shook his head.

 

     “Something has to be done about Blackwargreymon….”

 

To Be Continued…

 

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