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In the infinitely expansive digital world, there was always something new to see, something new to do, something new to experience. So when Ancaladar heard of an adult haunted house where the attendees were jumped out on by monsters who would "rape" them, the black and red wolf was all over that. It was only a hop, skip, and a jump away from where he usually hung out, so he skipped the teleportation fee and just walked there. It's not like he actually felt the fatigue in his digitizer harness.

As he approached the land the haunted house stood on, his atmosphere was changed from the server default midday shine to a much more ominous infinite night with rain and thunder that seemed to fall just outside the boundaries of the simulator area. It also threw a pop-up warning about the adult nature of the area followed by a custom message from the owner which described the consensual non-consensual intent of the haunted house as well as the safe word ("safeword") which would freeze and reset the area and its participants. The wusky tapped on the accept button, paid the small credit fee for admission, and continued on his way.

The path up to the decrepit wooden mansion was lined with dead trees and bushes, the limbs of which swayed in the gentle wind and created a creepy whistling that were underlaid with equivocal whispers. The sensation his fur displaced by the cool air in the eerie ambiance made Ancaladar shudder. It was perfect.

There was a lack of jump scares on his way up to the door, but he swear he could've seen a shape stand in one of the second floor windows, then disappear just as he got close enough to make out any real detail in the form. It made him giddy, it was staffed at the moment! He'd read that sometimes a supervisor would sometimes forget to mark the area as vacant, which would cause a patron to arrive and walk around for an hour without any real action besides the scripted environmental sounds and actions like doors closing or opening automatically.

As he reached the huge double-wide doors, he received a notification that he'd been given a new item: a branded and scripted flashlight. He sorted it into its place in his inventory before he materialized it in his hand before he dematerialized his clothes to stand in the buff. Finally, he gave the heavy brass knocker a few taps against the door. As soon as he let go of the handle, the door gave a baritone creak as it swung inward. The wolf-husky perked his ears and tried to listen for any other activity, but the wind and the creaks it caused masked anything he might have been able to hear from just past the house's threshold.

Ancaladar expected it, but when the door swung closed with a slam that shook the floor below him, he couldn't help but yelp and jump in surprise. With the fur on the back of his neck up, he glanced back at the door, then sighed and released the tension in his shoulders. He was a little embarrassed at the scare, but he guessed that pretty much everyone who came through here had the same reaction.

The hybrid canine flicked on the flashlight, which was a little brighter than he expected, but it's not like he'd complain about being able to actually see. Anyone could also just turn up their client-side brightness, but what was the fun in that? He slowly padded through the dusty mansion and panned his beam of vision equally slowly along the walls. The ancient wallpaper bubbled and peeled in places, and in a few places the floral pattern was ripped up with what looked like huge claws. It made him shudder again, but this time in a way that made his sheath get plump with his violet member.

Almost every inch of the estate was covered in dust except for what he thought might be footprints on the floor -- but they weren't evenly paced or imprinted which gave him the impression that whatever it is that made them floated just above the floor -- and, he assumed, the few pieces of furniture which had protective sheets over them. When he moved into the kitchen from the living room, he heard footsteps overhead which made him gasp and look up. With his attention drawn away, something silently dashed right through his dropped beam, which had the hair on the back of his neck up again and had him spinning to try to see what the hell that was.

When he didn't spot anything, he began to haltingly retreat towards the living room while he swung his flashlight to and fro. Just before he reached the stairs that led to the second floor, his torch faltered, flickered, then shut off with a short zap. The wusky was left in the nearly pitch black for several long, tense moments before the floor creaked behind him. As he turned to face the sound, a large and heavy body tackled him and pinned him to the floor. Once his head stopped spinning and he regained his bearings, he opened his eyes to see a rather bulky Weregarurumon above him with his mouthful of sharp teeth on display. "Caught ya," he growled.

"Oh no, what a travesty!" Ancaladar cried in fabricated dismay. "What ever will you do with me, you big bad monster?" He couldn't say any bit of that with a straight face, though, his own muzzle split with a grin. However, it was wiped clean when the Digimon repositioned his hips to let his massive cock loom above the trapped hybrid. "Oh. That's what."

"Yeah. That's what," the Ultimate-level Digimon chuckled. He gave a few slow grinds of his hips to milk some long ropes of precum from his gigantic penis. The pink log of meat was easily as long as the smaller canine's torso and as thick as his thigh. It made Ancaladar's pucker wink in anticipation. "This is what happens to nosy little trespassers on these grounds!" the werewolf snarled with a small launch of spittle from his maw. His incredibly defined muscles flexed to put on a show while he drew his hips back and lined up his hyper cock with the smaller lupine's ass. The red and black wolf-husky "victim" closed his eyes and braced for impact.

The penetration was as wonderful as it always was. His purple dick sprang to attention while his body was filled way past what would be naturally possible. His stomach begun to bulge before he had even taken in half of that massive penis, and by time the Weregarurumon's knot (which he guessed to be at least as big as his own head) pressed against his ass, his own decently defined abs had been lost to the rounded bulge of the Digimon's meat.

The first thrust after the initial penetration broke the metaphorical pipe and commenced the flood of precum into Ancaladar's stomach. Each thrust brought on another burst of the natural lubricant which slowly increased the size of the lump in his stomach. His purple eyes rolled into the back of his head while the beast punished him for his transgression on the sacred grounds or whatever nonsense was used as a backdrop for the area; the canine didn't care, he just wanted to get laid.

The Virus-acting Vaccine-type's muscles rippled with each of his long, dramatic thrusts; his chest rumbled with his growls and moans; his balls bounced heavily off of the smaller lupine's lower back: the Digimon played his part fantastically and enjoyed it immensely. He figured he would definitely get a good review, repeat business, and maybe even a tip or a bonus from his employer. God, he loved his job.

The smaller anthro's own purple member throbbed and leaked his own precum heavily, though he had no chance in Hell of matching the big Digimon's virility, even with all of the prostate stimulation that overwhelmed his body. His hands came up and rested on his belly so he could feel his abdomen as it distended and grow with each of the Digimon's thrusts. The swell of his belly, when the pink wolf cock was absent from his innards, was already similar to that of a woman a couple months pregnant and steadily continued to inflate. Ancaladar could only imagine what kind of torrent would fill him when his "aggressor" finally reached climax.

He'd have a while before that happened, though. The Weregarurumon was paid to give his customers a long and thorough experience, and his stamina was something he prided himself on. As the lengthy fucking drew on, the Digimon fucked a healthily sized load out of the little wusky; the little cock painted his own belly with several thick ropes of jizz, went half-mast, then came back to full hardness again and the employee was still at full steam with no signs of slowing down.

Ancaladar clawed at the wooden floor as he went from simply overwhelmed to absolutely consumed by the intense sensation of being perfectly reamed out by the large Digimon. In the real world, the hybrid's body convulsed in its harness as every nerve screamed with bliss. The bi-colored canine had had some amazing sex before, but this was in a league all of its own. He doubted this could be topped, or if it could it'd be by the Weregarurumon himself. And it still wasn't over; how long had he been here? At least an hour underneath the Digimon? That's certainly what it felt like, at any rate.

By the time the worker began to reach his first orgasm, Ancaladar had already been sore for a while. The pleasure was simply too much, but he wouldn't dare ask for this divine experience to end. He had clawed large furrows into the floor, leaked what must have been a gallon of pre along with the load he had already shot, and was stuffed to the brim already with the Digimon's own pre-ejaculate. His stomach had grown to make him look at least nine months pregnant, there wasn't any more room for any liquid in the poor wusky!

That's why knots were so great. With a triumphant roar, the large Digimon ground and pushed his hips to force his gigantic knot into that tired asshole, which reluctantly yawned open to accept the extra mass of flesh with a schlorp and a pop. Ancaladar's eyes opened as wide as they could, all of the white was visible around his pupils, and his mouth fell open for a wordless scream. It wasn't for a lack of an attempt, however: as the Digimon orgasmed, an immense amount of cum was deposited into the already full stomach, but with the knot securely lodged in place, it couldn't flow back out onto the floor, so it went the only other direction it could.

It started with a wet cough, but soon cum sputtered from Ancaladar's open muzzle, a complete and total overflow of the syrupy thick seed that was pumped through his body. He closed his mouth to force the seed to stay in his body. He laid there with his maw closed tight while the seed inflated him more and more until it looked like there was a large beach ball in his belly. (In reality, the hybrid could breathe just fine, it was just his avatar that was restricted from it.)

They panted together for quite some time while they stared into each others' eyes with wide, satisfied smiles. Without having said a word, Ancaladar brought up his wallet and transferred the Digimon a sizable tip. It was easily in the top five tips he'd ever received. It easily went without saying that the red and black wolf would be back again, and he'd make sure that the Weregarurumon would be working when he did.