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.
Yeah, you knew I was gonna post this again: 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 two of The Fire of Courage, a series by Da WOLFE.
…Can Be… Sort of Misleading
“So you say he got raped?” asked
Greymon sighed. “Yes, for the millionth
time,
“I’m sorry!” shouted
Matt held up his hand, a sign that
Greymon shrugged and nodded.
“That big Digimon from before had come back and was still mad at your friend,” lied Greymon. “I was out for a walk when I saw them. They were under this big pine tree, and the bigger Digimon had de-Digivolved so that he was only a level above Flamedramon. He had Flamedramon’s legs over his shoulders, and he was… well…. The poor guy was literally screaming in pain. I came as quickly as I could, but by the time I got him off of Flamedramon here, the damage had been done. He was bleeding from under his tail pretty badly, and his left leg was messed up. Not to mention, uh… h-he had… semen… all over him.”
The voices sounded so far away to Flamedramon, though he could feel the presence of his friends right next to him. He remembered that big Digimon, and Greymon. Slowly, he opened his eyes.
“You’re awake!” exclaimed
Flamedramon looked around at each of them.
There was Tai, Matt,
Then he looked up. There was Greymon, a kind smile on his face. He stared up at him for a few seconds.
“Flamedramon?”
Flamedramon looked around for a few more seconds, then shook his head. “I… don’t remember.”
“Wait,” said Yolei. “Don’t remember what? Don’t remember if that’s what happened or don’t remember anything at all?”
Flamedramon looked at her. “I remember… things,” he said quietly. “I remember this place, and all of you. And the last thing I remember was… coming in here and falling asleep.” Weakly, he pointed into the living room at a spot on the floor near the couch.
“That’s where he was before we put him on the sofa,” said Ken. “You don’t remember anything else, Flamedramon? Are you sure?”
Flamedramon thought for awhile. Then, he pointed up at Greymon. “Him… he smiled at me….”
Gabumon tilted his head. “That’s all?” Flamedramon only nodded.
Greymon shrugged. “Seems like amnesia. Or maybe that scum hit him on the head. That could explain things, like that bump that was on his head a few hours ago.”
Flamedramon felt terrible. His leg didn’t hurt as much, thanks to the splint that was on it, but it still ached dully. Even the soft bed he was lying on irritated his back slightly. His head hurt badly, as did his tail hole, for some reason. Unfortunately, he couldn’t recall why! Greymon had said he was raped, so he assumed that was it. Vaguely, he wondered if Gatomon would become closer to him because of this.
But something was different. Normally, he’d feel like his heart was soaring when he thought of Gatomon. But now… he just felt normal, or at least as normal as he could feel at the present time, though for some reason, he felt strange around Greymon.
“I think Flamedramon needs a bit of rest,” said Greymon to everyone else. “You all try to relax. It’s almost dawn anyway. I’ll stay here and keep him company for the rest of the night.”
Reluctantly, the DigiDestined had to agree that they were still exhausted. Greymon sat next to Flamedramon’s bed. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air for a few minutes before Flamedramon spoke.
“Greymon?”
“Hmm?”
“Somehow, I feel like you’ve done something great for me. Thanks.”
Greymon rewarded Flamedramon’s words with his nicest grin. “No problem, buddy,” he said. Flamedramon didn’t know why, but at that moment he felt himself blush, and he glanced at the opposite wall.
“So, where does it hurt?” asked Greymon suddenly.
“Everywhere,” replied Flamedramon. “Especially my leg and my… um….”
“Oh,” said Greymon. “Here?”
Flamedramon gasped in surprise. Greymon had actually reached out and touched his tail hole. “Y-yeah,” he said, blushing furiously.
“You know, maybe I can help you,” said Greymon. He reached into a drawer and produced a tube of ointment. “This should help you a bit.”
Flamedramon grinned slightly and, propping himself up on his hand, reached out to take the tube, but Greymon was putting it on his own finger.
Oh, thought Flamedramon, he must have a wound as well. I mean, he’s not going to put that on for me… is he?
Greymon gently pushed Flamedramon back onto the bed. He reached down and began rubbing the ointment into Flamedramon’s tail hole. Flamedramon gasped at the cool touch of the ointment against his sensitive spot, and also at Greymon’s finger as it rubbed in circles on, around, and occasionally in his sore tail hole.
Flamedramon couldn’t explain why he hadn’t objected to this already. Instead, his blush deepened, and he could feel an unexplained tightness in a very private area of his body. Greymon noticed Flamedramon’s bulging crotch and decided to take things to another level. He spread Flamedramon’s legs as far as he could and then slowly, gently, pushed his finger into the dragon’s tail hole.
Flamedramon was still sore there, but, oddly enough, Greymon’s finger didn’t hurt him in the slightest. In fact, Flamedramon loved what it was doing to him. By the time it was all the way in him, Flamedramon’s member was out and standing at attention. Normally, Flamedramon would have been mortified, but this time, his blush only deepened just a bit more. Other than that, he felt safe, comfortable, like he had nothing to worry about. Greymon gave him a playful grin.
“A little excited, I see,” he said. Flamedramon grinned back and nodded.
Suddenly, Greymon took the tube of ointment and turned away. Flamedramon watched him curiously. He could see Greymon’s arms working busily at something in front of him. When Greymon turned back around, his own member was standing proudly erect, covered in the ointment. This made Flamedramon even more aroused.
Greymon knew just what to do. He got onto the bed, holding himself over Flamedramon, and slowly pushed the head of his fairly large cock into Flamedramon’s tail hole. At first, Flamedramon closed his eyes tightly, his body tense. Naturally, this hurt. Greymon moved a bit more slowly until his prick was completely in Flamedramon.
Once Flamedramon felt a bit more comfortable, he opened his eyes again, panting very slightly. That was Greymon’s cue. He slowly began humping into the smaller Digimon.
Flamedramon moaned in pleasure. This was something he had never done before, so he didn’t know why he welcomed it so much. He had always dreamed of doing something like this with Gatomon one day, but with him on top. Now here he was, doing the exact same thing with someone else—and loving it.
Flamedramon instinctively grabbed his own rod and began jerking it, moaning softly. His feelings were beginning to fit together like the pieces to a jigsaw puzzle as he was humped and rocked by the dinosaur Digimon, jerking his cock in double-rhythm to Greymon’s thrusts.
“I’m going to stay slow for now until you’re better, okay, Flamedramon?” Greymon was so considerate. Flamedramon could only nod as his tail wrapped itself around Greymon’s leg.
It wasn’t very long before Greymon began to moan, and Flamedramon felt a gush of creamy warmth enter him. Hanging onto Greymon’s neck, panting heavily, Flamedramon moaned loudly, long streaks of his cum shooting all over him, Greymon, and the bed.
I don’t get it, Flamedramon thought as his climax slowed down. Can this really be?
Greymon’s signature grin was showing, making Flamedramon look away slightly.
“Um… Greymon?” he said shyly. Greymon looked at him. “Uh,” said Flamedramon, unsure if what he was about to say was a good idea.
“Spit it out,” said Greymon encouragingly. “I won’t laugh, I promise.”
“I, um… I-I love you.”
Greymon was silent for a minute, as if slowly taking in what Flamedramon had just said. Flamedramon was becoming nervous, wishing he had just kept his muzzle shut.
“Well, um… I’m gonna… g-go to see everyone,” he said. “C-can you—”
Greymon silenced Flamedramon immediately by kissing him softly on the lips. Flamedramon blushed and moaned slightly as his new lover leaned in for another. This time, their tongues began wrestling somewhere between their locked lips.
Greymon had Flamedramon, and he wasn’t going to let go.
To Be Continued…
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