Patamon's Fun Time/Chapter 7
Index
It was late at night. TK lay next to Kari, spent and exhausted from the pleasure and abuse he received from both his lover and Gatomon. They tied him up and blindfolded him and then had their way with him, taking turns sodomizing him with a strapon and sucking him off only to deny him orgasm at the last moment. He was taken off guard by their vigor, and at the end, he was full of an unexpected bliss that drained him of his energy. Now, Kari sat next to his sleeping form, massaging herself with a vibrator. Her head was inclined and her eyes shut, slowly succumbing to the pleasures. She glanced down to look at Gatomon, only to find her at the foot of the bed, staring off into space.
“What’s wrong, Gatomon?” she asked, reluctantly clicking off the vibrator.
“Kari, do you think Patamon still loves me?” Gatomon asked, wrapping her arms around her legs.
“What, are you kidding? Of course he still loves you!” Kari insisted. “I’ve never seen such a close couple like you two!”
“Hmph… really?” Gatomon didn’t sound all too convinced right now…
“Uh… what’s wrong, Gatomon?” Kari knew Gatomon well enough to know when there was something on her mind.
“Well, it’s been a month since I even HEARD from Patamon, and I haven’t seen him around anywhere. Do you think he’s lost interest in me? Do you think he’s cheating on me?”
“You know, that is strange.” Kari noted. “TK hasn’t mentioned him either. He usually talks about what they’re both up to, but he hasn’t said anything that I can think of in recent memory.”
“Do you think they’re hiding something?”
“No… no, I don’t think so. But if you want, we could ask TK when he wakes up.”
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Patamon was perched in a tree at the park the Digidestined frequented. He was wracked with guilt screwing the girls behind Gatomon’s back; Kari, Nancy, Mimi, Biyomon, and now Sora. He still didn’t know if he could consider TK as part of that group. Either way, he didn’t want to reflect on that night any longer than he had to.
Right now, the guinea pig stared up at the night sky and its endless cosmic glory. He wasn’t very keen on heading back tonight, especially since Nancy had Yuuko over for some private time, and he didn’t want to add a 6th – or 7th – affair to the list. But what could he do? He couldn’t hang out here all night…
Movement on the ground below signaled his attention. On the concrete walkway below Patamon was a small green figure slightly larger than him. It had a large purple flower on its head, which Patamon recognized immediately; it was Palmon! He watched her closely as she walked off the path and onto a patch of soil, her back to him. She raised her arms and struck her fingers into the ground, the stamen extending into the ground. What was she doing? Curious, Patamon took flight down to her, gliding across the ground and coming to a landing next to the vegetable Digimon.
“Huh? Patamon?” she exclaimed, suddenly looking over at him. “What are you doing out here this late?”
“I could ask the same of you.” He replied. “At least I don’t have my arms jammed into the ground.”
Palmon huffed and turned her head away.
“Well, excuse me for being programmed a plant.” She hissed. “We plant Digimon need nutrients from the soil every day, and it’s not like I can come out here during daylight.” She suddenly made a sour face and shivered uncomfortably. “But this city soil tastes terrible! Why did Mimi have to forget to buy more gardeners’ soil?”
“Wow… being a plant has to be tough, huh?” Patamon asked, feeling a bit sorry for Palmon.
“Nah, not really. We get some pretty fun abilities.” She giggled, reminiscing on the events many nights ago. “And as Lillymon, I get to fly like you! Wheeee!” she pulled her vines out of the ground and made flapping motions. Patamon laughed at her juvenile attitude.
“Heh heh… speaking of which, how many times did Mimi force you to play dress-up in that form?” he asked.
“Actually, she likes to dress me up in this form, and I’m quite tired of hearing ‘Cabbage Patch’ jokes.” She answered exasperatedly.
“Wow, at least TK doesn’t make fun of my appearance.” The orange pot roast commented. He then shivered and added, “It’s starting to get cold out here. Let’s head back to your place.”
“Sure thing. Why aren’t you going back to your home?” she asked, walking alongside him.
“Ahh… I don’t want to interrupt Nancy, and TK is at Kari’s place for the night.” He answered.
“Well, tell you what, you can stay at Mimi’s for tonight.” Palmon offered. “She’s over at Joe’s, probably making sweet progress.”
Patamon chuckled, remembering the bittersweet memory of teaching Mimi. When they arrived at Mimi’s house, they stepped into the familiar superfluously girly decorated room, filled with a lot of soft fluffy pillows and stuffed animals. Patamon felt very strange and out of place in this room.
“Hold on, lemme go get a drink.” Palmon said, leaving the room. The bitter taste of the soil was still in her mouth, so to speak. She got a glass of water and downed the whole thing in less than 10 seconds. After a deep breath, she poured herself another glass and drank that one as well. As she stood there in the kitchen, she suddenly began to reflect on the time she, as Lillymon, witnessed the events between Patamon, Kari, and Gatomon. It was quite a sight, seeing him getting dominated by the two supposedly pure females. She pined for a partner like that. The lesbian romp with Yolei wasn’t exactly fulfilling of her needs. She needed to have a mon in her life, and as much as she didn’t want to intrude on Gatomon’s relationship, she wanted to borrow Patamon at least for tonight. It could also help take the taste out of her mouth…
Patamon sat on Mimi’s bed, laying down and basking in the memory that he had with Mimi in this bed. It was a great memory, but not one he enjoyed. Despite this, he found relaxation on this bed. It was very soft and comfortable. How could anyone not fall asleep… while… zzzzz…
The Rookie Digimon had fallen asleep by the time Palmon returned. Asleep and vulnerable… he would be able to escape until it was too late, and by then, he wouldn’t want to leave! Palmon drooled as she climbed up on the bed; taking full view of Patamon’s sleeping form. Her vines extended out from her hands, gently coiling around his body and spreading his limbs apart. Two more spread open his protective pouch and pulled out his dick and slowly stroked it. Patamon shifted around in his sleep and moaned. His dick slowly erected underneath Palmon’s treatment. The appendages wrapped around his shaft and made a twisting and thrusting motion. Patamon shivered and humped into her vines. He was having a dream Gatomon was riding him like a stallion, her pussy feeling very strange, but the sensations were tremendous.
He was ready. Palmon pulled away her vines from his cock and went down on him. She opened her mouth wide open and closed it around his dick. This act was what woke Patamon. He went to rub his eyes, but his arms were pulled taught, away from his body. He looked around to find himself bound up by vines, and then he looked down to see Palmon eagerly sucking on his dick.
“P-palmoooon!” he moaned, struggling harder in her grasp. She giggled and sucked harder. Her mouth was cold and very wet. She licked the warm erect cock, trying hard to not accidentally bite down. She had very sharp teeth for a plant, and a slip-up would end up being more than painful.
“Mmmnn…” Palmon moaned. The guinea pig tasted very good, and she couldn’t wait for the flood of sperm that he would shoot out. Her vines stretched out again to gather around his back door. With a brief push, the vines pushed into his asshole. Patamon’s eyes widened and he screamed in shock, thrashing about as the tentacles dug deeper into his rear. They twirled around and thrust deep into him, which caused him to buck up into Palmon’s mouth. He couldn’t fight back at all outside of the random twitching and thrashing caused by the pleasure rocking his body.
It wasn’t long before he came. His asshole clenched the vines tightly, and his cock spurt hot seed into Palmon’s mouth. She drank it up eagerly, moaning as she savored the salty, yet wonderful taste. It was much better than the bitter and sickening urban soil. Her vines were still in his asshole, ravishing him to the point where his dick did not go down from pure arousal. She was rubbing his prostate now, which gave him so much pleasure, he didn’t want to resist anymore. Still thrusting into him with the tentacles, Palmon stood up and sat down on Patamon’s cock, slipping it into her wet hole.
“GAHH! AHUUHH!” Patamon threw his head back and arched his back up into Palmon. Her cunt grasped his cock tightly. It was rather cold and wet in her womb, a strange sensation when compared to the warmth of the other girls. Now that there was no more resistance from him, she pulled the rest of her vines away from his limbs and took aim at his asshole right below her. Patamon was unaware of this movement, as he was staring up at Palmon with lust-filled eyes.
Palmon rocked her body back and forth on his cock, feeling the shaft press against her inner body. One by one, she pushed the other 4 vines into Patamon’s asshole. He cried out in a mixture of discomfort and pleasure. He thrust up into her pussy with each insertion, and after all 6 vines were thrusting into his asshole, he felt like his cock would explode with cum. His asshole repeatedly opened and closed when each vine pulled out and pushed right back in. The vines followed this pattern in groups of two, pulling out when another pair thrust back in.
Patamon suddenly grabbed Palmon and pulled her close, now beginning to thrust back into her with increasing force. Palmon cried out in sheer bliss. She could feel an orgasmic sensation building up inside her. The base of Patamon’s cock rubbed against her clitoris, the fur tickling her sensitive nub. Her mouth hung open in pleasure, cold drool dripping out of her mouth. She could no longer hold herself back, and she came hard.
“OOHHhhh!” The plant Digimon’s tight pussy clenched Patamon’s cock tightly as her orgasm rushed through her body. Patamon held her tighter, feeling her cold pussy lips clamping down on his cock like a vice. The sensations had overloaded his brain, the combination of the vines in his ass, his stimulated prostate, and the tight cold interior of Palmon’s cunt caused him to have one of the most powerful orgasms he ever had. He shot large loads of sperm into her womb, and then fell back on the bed, exhausted. Palmon pulled her vines out of his asshole and retracted them back into her hands.
‘So this is what a guy feels like…’ she thought, pulling off of Patamon’s shaft. ‘That felt wonderful.’ Her belly was warm with his cum, which made a fantastic sensation she couldn’t begin to describe. She went to the bathroom to clean up, leaving the spent Digimon on Mimi’s bed.
Patamon lay on the bed, slowly breathing. His ass felt used and spent. Now that his arousal had diminished, he now wallowed in the guilt of having cheated on Gatomon for a 6th time! What was he to do now? He couldn’t come clean to Gatomon since she would possibly rip his wings off; the idea that he could be put into a negative situation like this so many times was very hard to swallow. At the same time, he needed to get this off his chest. Before he drifted off into sleep, his last thought was, ‘if only we Digimon had Catholicism…’