Abilities (Digimon/Non)

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"Think of it as coolin' off, you know, lettin' out some steam before we get the show on the road, so we don't go nuts and just thrash everything without thinking." Viz playfully pulled Rex against his rock hard, well toned abs, "Also, consider it a celebration. We're finally gettin' out! Screw the rules, let's fuck!" He laughed. The ExVeemon was getting pretty excited himself, evidenced by his throbbing hard-on and his can-do attitude.

Terry, on the other hand, had escaped a little to adjust his minishorts, which were really starting to be rather uncomfortable and restraining of his foxhood. Good thing it was pretty bendy. He yipped when he backed up into Jag, who had soaked in enough of everyone's emotions to go hornier than his gentlemanly manner would've allowed. The doberman had already coaxed Z, the giant, sheepish Lycan, into grasping his rigid cock with pawpads that had morphed into something soft and smooth, and was now humping his gigantic paw vigorously, making Z feel very awkward.

The way Jag took advantage of Z's naivete somehow just turned the fox on more. It was frustrating!