By: The OverLord Of Chaos

A mind is a precious thing,

To run out of quotes it a horror.

But it happens one day,

And I regret to say.

You are stuck reading this one.

-Serov Warren

A Day In Bliss

“It’s a furry day in the neighborhood, a wonderfur day in the neighborhood.” A Transuamon sings as he’s walking through a dark forest, his crimson eyes glowing in the dim light. “Heheh, bored, never anything to do any more. Why did everyone leave the BIOS domain?” He mumbles as he continues to walk through the forest, his swinging tail-axe slicing through the trees as he goes. “Maybe because I chased them off.” A dark voice filled with evil says from no exact direction. “Heh, good, I thought it was me. Always good to…” He drops off as a large dark brown werewolf with emerald eyes leaps out and pins him to the ground. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to walk through dark forests alone?” The werewolf growls, saliva dripping off his pointed fangs. “Yes, but she also said not to talk to strangers.” The Transuamon chuckles as he flings the creature into a tree. The werewolf flips over and lands on his feet, rage blatantly in his eyes. “Awww, somebody needs a hug…” The Transuamon says laughing. “And somebody needs to be castrated.” The werewolf says coldly as he pulls out a 10-inch cobalt treated blade. “How cute, lovey has a butter knife.” The Transuamon chuckles loudly. “You fuck.” The werewolf growls as he charges forth and slashes with the blade. The Transuamon grabs his wrist, pulls him in close, and kisses him on the nose. “You need to work on that.” The Transuamon giggles as he disarms the werewolf and knocks him onto the ground. He then jumps on top of him and chuckles again. “I win. But you shouldn’t dwell on it.” He moves his own muzzle in close to that of the werewolfs. “W-what are you doing?” The werewolf stutters, not knowing what to do. “You challenged me, I won, therefore… you are now my mate.” The Transuamon says, using his tail to poke at the werewolfs tail-hole. “I…I uh…I um…heh, why not? I deserve a break.” The werewolf says shuddering as the Transuamons tail slides in and stops short of the blade. “I knew you’d see it my way.” The Transuamon says as he morphs away the blade and continues to slide his tail in, rubbing the tip against the werewolfs prostate. The werewolf grins as his 13-inch member comes to be fully erect, poking the Transuamon in the belly. The Transuamon sits up and slides himself down onto the werewolf. The werewolf starts to pump slowly as he stares at the Transuamons 11-inch fully erect member. The Transuamon starts to slide himself up and down quickly as the werewolf stops. The werewolf shudders and leans forward and licks the underside of the digimons member with his rough tongue. They both shudder and the werewolf takes in the entire 11-inches of the digimons member, and starts sucking hard. The Transuamon reaches over and starts to scritch the werewolf behind the left ear. After five minutes of constant murring and murfing, they both start to leak pre, the werewolf quickly swallowing it, as his own acts as a lubricant and allows the Transuamon to go faster. In a matter of minutes they both climax. The Transuamon filling the werewolfs stomach and mouth, while the werewolf blows deeply into the Transuamon. The Transuamon rolls off and lies next to the werewolf. They look down and notice that the other is still hard, so they reach over and quickly paw each other off. In a minute, both climax again and cover themselves and the others paw in cum. They lick themselves clean and set about licking the seed off their paws and pouches. “Not bad for a newbie.” The Transuamon chuckles, wiping some of the seed off his muzzle. “How did you know?” The werewolf says sheepishly. “I just know.” The Transuamon says as he rolls on top of the werewolf and kisses him deeply. “I own you.” The Transuamon says jokingly. “And I am glad to be owned.” The werewolf laughs. They both get up and start walking through the forest. Where are we going?” The werewolf asks. “Simple, to another area.” The digimons chuckles.

The End.

 

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