A word about this series: I heard a song by DJ Encore called “I See Right Through to You.” It was accompanied by a video—clips someone put together of various Digimon scenes. Don’t ask me how, but it made me start thinking of the situation that runs throughout this series. Don’t worry, it’s not extremely tragic, but it’ll stick to your mind for awhile.
On a cheerier note (but a more boring one): Guess what? This entire series contains Yaoi! If you’re under the standard age for your area, go away! By the way, I don’t own Digimon or any of its characters—that credit goes to Toei and BanDai. This is part one of The Fire of Courage, a series by Da WOLFE.
First Impressions…
Night enveloped the DigiDestined camp. Exhausted and weary Digimon snoozed peacefully in their sleeping bags next to their partners around a dying campfire while the stars shimmered and sparkled in the velvety night sky. Nobody even heard the low rumbling that was sounding through the forest.
Among the Digimon in the camp was a small,
blue dragon—Veemon. He and his friends had had a very rough day. Though
MaloMyotismon was finally gone, and the Digital world had been restored to a
better state, control spires still existed. Though everyone could now relax a
bit more, they still had to rid the entire Digital World of all the control
spires, lest someone find a way to use them again. A long day of Fire Rockets,
Magna Blasts, Thunder Blasts, and Vee Lasers had poor Veemon bushed! Now, he
snuggled up to
His comfort didn’t last for long. A huge explosion shook the very ground under them and a roar rang out from the south. Everybody sprang to their feet.
“W-What was that?!” cried Agumon.
“It must be some kind of big Digimon!” Yolei said. “We’d better get ready in case it comes our way!”
“But Yolei!” said Cody. “Our Digimon just woke up! Look at Armadillomon—he’s still half-asleep!”
Armadillomon yawned and rubbed his eyes, nonchalantly waving a paw in the air. “Don’t worry about me, Cody. I’ll be ready!”
“We have no choice anyway,” said Gabumon thoughtfully. “If we run, we’ll have to hide for the night. We’ll get even more tired, and Agumon’s snoring would let any Digimon know where we are!”
“Hey!” Agumon exclaimed indignantly.
“Enough, you guys!” shouted Tai. “Agumon, go for it!”
“Agumon, Digivolve to… GREYMON!”
Matt,
“Okay, whoever you are,” he muttered. “Bring it on….”
Suddenly, several tall trees came crashing to the ground, and the roar sounded again, much closer this time. Then, they saw it—a huge Digimon, only a silhouette against the moon. The sight sent chills down Flamedramon’s spine.
“Do it, you guys!” yelled T.K.
“NOVA BLAST!” “BLUE BLASTER!” “GOLD RUSH!” “STAR SHOWER!” “ROSETTA STONE!” “TEMPEST WING!” “SPIKING STRIKE!” “FIRE ROCKET!”
The huge Digimon just roared again and blocked every attack that had been fired. The only thing that the DigiDestined had accomplished was making it angry. It growled some jumbled words, and released a white, glowing ray of energy. Just like that, all the DigiDestined were on the ground. The campsite had been completely destroyed. Even the grass and trees that had been on it were gone. Everyone had been laid out flat. Flamedramon rubbed his aching head and sat up slowly—to see the huge Digimon standing right in front of him. Its shining eyes told Flamedramon that it was especially angry at him.
“N-no,” said Flamedramon weakly. “It w-wasn’t just me!” Suddenly, he realized that he had been the last Digimon to release an attack, and therefore was most recognizable among his friends. He backed up cautiously, being careful not to leave Davis and the rest of his friends.
Jumbled words were coming from the
Digimon’s mouth again, and Flamedramon could feel the heat building. He closed
his eyes, positive that he was about to be sent back to the
“TERRA FORCE!” The WarGreymon’s attack sent the unknown Digimon flying. The DigiDestined were saved.
“Wow,” said Flamedramon, looking up at their hero. “How’d you do that so fast? I didn’t hear Tai Digivolve you!”
“…Who is Tai?” asked the WarGreymon. Greymon, hugging onto Tai to protect him, groaned, sitting up and rubbing the back of his neck. “What… was that about…?”
Flamedramon blinked in surprise. This was a different WarGreymon. He seemed to be friendly enough.
With a disarming smile, WarGreymon bent forward and began helping everyone to their feet. “Come on,” he said. “I’ll give you a place to stay until the morning.”
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A warm log cabin greeted the DigiDestined and their rescuer as WarGreymon led them inside. As soon as they arrived, all the Digimon immediately flopped down where they stood, taking in a much-needed rest. Davis and the others, though they were tired as well, helped move them into more comfortable spots. WarGreymon, who had just de-Digivolved to Greymon, bid them goodnight and then went into his own room.
At first, Flamedramon wasn’t sure if he was dreaming. At first, he saw himself being attacked by that huge, scary Digimon. If it hadn’t been for WarGreymon, he and his friends would have been toast. But then, he saw Greymon. Groggily, he sat up, yawning, with his half-open eyes trying to focus on the Digimon in front of him.
“What’s… going on?” he asked quietly. Greymon didn’t answer. He just picked Flamedramon up and began carrying him somewhere. Flamedramon didn’t think anything of it at first. He was too tired to worry about it. Besides, this was the Digimon who had saved his life. He probably had no reason to be afraid.
“Thought you wouldn’t mind spending the night with me,” said Greymon. Flamedramon only nodded, feeling dozy once again. He could feel Greymon place him gently on a soft bed, removing his armor. He didn’t bother saying anything about it. Sleep wanted to take him somewhere new. Vaguely, Flamedramon heard the clink of his helmet as it dropped to the side of the bed with the rest of his armor. He felt something stroking his head, and his cheek. It felt kind of good. Whatever it was, it was moving down. It went over his chest and down his soft belly, stopping at his crotch. It began rubbing there gently, giving it light squeezes and massaging it as it began to bulge. It felt sooo….
“Wha?!” Flamedramon sat bolt upright. “What in the world are you—”
Greymon only smirked playfully and pushed him back down onto the bed.
“You look kinda cute like that,” he said.
Bewildered, Flamedramon tried to stand up—only to be pushed down again.
“Why are you leaving so soon?” asked Greymon, feigning a hurt look.
“Because I’m in a freaky dream,” explained Flamedramon matter-of-factly, “and I want to go back to where I was until I wake up.” Greymon just had to chuckle.
“Sorry, but this is no dream.” To prove it, he reached down and pinched Flamedramon’s rear end, causing the dragon Digimon to yelp and painting a streak of crimson across his face. Greymon grinned.
“See?”
“U-uh… I-I’m not like that,” Flamedramon stammered, starting to freak out. “I-I like Gatomon.”
Greymon’s grin just grew wider. “Really? You seemed to like it when I did this.” He grabbed Flamedramon’s crotch and squeezed it again, feeling it expand slowly in his hand. Panicked, Flamedramon sent a burst of heat down to his crotch. Greymon jumped back in surprise, and Flamedramon scrambled out of the bed, running as fast as he could out the door and into the forest. Greymon, unconcerned, ran after him.
“Wanted to play a game, Flamedramon? Mon Hunt then, okay?” He laughed slightly. Flamedramon nearly tripped over his own feet in his effort to run faster. He jumped as high as he could, landing at the top of a tall pine tree. Below him, he could see Greymon stop, look left, then right, and then continue running. He breathed a sigh of relief. He had to tell Davis and the others what was happening! He turned around to jump down to the ground and take a short detour to make sure he wasn’t found by Greymon again—and suddenly could feel something soft and wet moving around inside his mouth.
Greymon stroked the wide-eyed Flamedramon’s cheek gently as he kissed him deeply, his tongue exploring its new territory. Flamedramon pulled back as soon as Greymon allowed him to.
“H-how did you get up here?!” cried Flamedramon. He had jumped back too far, unfortunately, and suddenly found himself falling through the air, landing painfully on the ground with a thud. A searing pain shot through his left leg as it twisted to a painful angle and then snapped back into place. Smirking, Greymon jumped down to land lightly next to his prize.
“Was that cracking noise your leg?” asked Greymon casually. “At least you won’t be able to run from me again.” Flamedramon was helpless as the horny Greymon proceeded to lick at his neck, slowly moving his tongue down his body, causing him to twitch, partly in panicked disgust and partly in forced pleasure.
“S-stop it,” Flamedramon groaned. “I-I thought you were a friend….”
“Greymon licked gently over Flamedramon’s injured leg and then sat next to him, licking his lips and staring upward at the sky. Flamedramon immediately tried sitting up, but once again, Greymon pushed him back down.
“Don’t worry, Flamedramon,” he said. “It’ll all be worth it.” With that, he leaned over the helpless dragon and began kissing him. Flamedramon tried to cry out for help, only to be silenced by Greymon’s tongue as it pushed its way into his mouth. Flamedramon struggled with all the strength he could muster, but it was no use. For some reason, this Greymon was able to put him down and keep him there—and that he did as his hands began wandering over Flamedramon’s slender form.
Flamedramon shuddered. What Greymon was doing actually felt good! At least he wasn’t hurting him. Flamedramon’s amazement, however, rose to an astonished level as he felt his member slowly emerging from its pouch!
Greymon broke the forced kiss, leaving Flamedramon gasping. He let his tongue slide down the dragon’s chest, roaming lower to caress his belly. Finally, his tongue got to Flamedramon’s slowly-stiffening rod. Teasing him, he allowed his tongue to travel in circles around Flamedramon’s cock, being careful not to touch it. Flamedramon took the opportunity to beg Greymon to stop.
“Please, Greymon, s-stop this,” he said. “I-I don’t want—”
At that moment, Greymon took Flamedramon’s cock as far as he could into his mouth. Flamedramon stopped talking, a low moan replacing his words as Greymon’s tongue began moving around on his now fully-hard shaft. Greymon just grinned and sucked gently.
“Th-this isn’t right,” Flamedramon said between gasps of pleasure. “I-I love… G-Gatomon…. How c-can this be so—”
“Maybe you don’t love her as much as you thought,” interrupted Greymon. He immediately went back to Flamedramon’s prick, licking at the tip a couple of times before taking it back into his mouth. This time, he sucked mercilessly at it. Flamedramon’s moans escalated into what could almost be classified as howls. Sweet precum was flowing into Greymon’s mouth. Finally, Greymon stopped to give his own finger a lick. As he went back to sucking, he probed around at Flamedramon’s butt until he found what he was looking for. Flamedramon gasped as the moistened finger penetrated his virgin tail hole.
“H-hey, that hurts!” cried Flamedramon. Greymon simply pushed it in farther, and before long, the pain was gone. Greymon began pumping his finger in and out of Flamedramon, spreading his legs for him gently and sucking as hard as he could. Flamedramon arched his back, bucked his hips slightly, and let forth a huge load that nearly choked Greymon.
Suddenly, without warning, Greymon grabbed Flamedramon’s legs, even the injured one, and roughly put them over his shoulders. Flamedramon could have screamed in pain. His leg must have been broken. Cum still was shooting from his cock as he moaned loudly.
Suddenly, Flamedramon felt something else pushing at his rear—and both of Greymon’s hands were around his legs. Flamedramon’s climax stopped almost immediately.
“N-no… Greymon, don’t!” he pleaded. “D-don’t take my—”
Completely ignoring him, Greymon rammed his own long, thick cock into the virgin Flamedramon. This time, Flamedramon did scream in pain. It hurt even more than his leg! Greymon chuckled slightly.
“Relax,” he said soothingly. Flamedramon tried, in the hopes that Greymon hadn’t meant to hurt him, but that didn’t help. Blood was soon visible on Greymon’s cock, which only seemed to delight the dinosaur even more as he rammed ruthlessly into Flamedramon. Tears of pain and loss were coming from Flamedramon’s eyes. He had wanted Gatomon to be his first love, not some big dinosaur Digimon!
It seemed to be forever before Greymon finally emptied his balls into Flamedramon’s rear passage and pulled out. Panting and crying, Flamedramon just lay there, unable to move, the realization that he had just been raped burning itself into his brain. He had to tell Davis and the others. What if this psycho Digimon tried to hurt them too? Taking a deep breath, he gave a feeble attempt to sit up. Without thinking, he shifted the foot on his injured leg. It hurt, but the foot moved.
Thank goodness, he thought. It’s not broken.
Greymon was on his feet again, watching Flamedramon as he slowly got to his good foot, blood and semen dripping from him. For a few seconds, he looked up into Greymon’s eyes. Greymon stared back, that disarming smile once again coming across his face.
One punch to the head from Greymon’s heavy fist made Flamedramon whirl around in almost a complete circle. He stared once more at Greymon, who gave another smirk. Dizzy, he tried to step back—but darkness clouded his vision. He collapsed where he stood and knew no more.
To Be Continued…
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