L'Arroseur Arrosé
#1 of The Odd Ones
This story was written in collaboration with Circeus.
Disclaimer: This story includes rape and related violence as well as gay sex. If this causs you trouble, you probably should stop reading now. Otherwise, grab a seat! Digimon (c) various companies, but Yuki and Curson are ours, keep your grubby paws to yourselves!
L'Arroseur Arrosé
The seal digimon had been waiting for several minutes for the right opportunity to strike, lying almost motionless underwater near the lake's beach. Yuki was growing quite impatient and he could not wait to finally get his flippers on the little flying digimon he'd had his eyes on for the whole day, ever since he'd arrived on the beach. Unfortunately, his soon to be victim had yet to enter the water at all, for some reason. Just as the naughty Gomamon was about to give up for today and look for another prey, the Patamon dived into the water, apparently from mid-flight. Yuki wouldn't let this chance go by; he quickly dashed over thanks to his hydrodynamic body and swimming skills, and snatched the smaller digimon before it had a chance to resurface, then dragged him deeper and away underwater. Strong flippers held the smaller helpless digimon in place, as the Gomamon dragged him along with himself into an underwater cave.
There he resurfaced for a moment, just long enough to chuckle at the feeble attempt of the other digimon to try and get out of the water. Even if the Patamon should manage to get out, the cave did not have any other exits as far as Yuki knew.
"Oh my, don't even try to, little one... You won't get anywhere until I'm satisfied!"
Without giving the orange digimon a chance to answer, he pounced on him and dragged him back a few feet underwater. One flipper quickly moved down to his victim's crotch and started to fondle in an attempt to coerce Patamon's member out of its hiding place. So caught up in desires and fantasies he wanted to fulfill, Yuki could not keep himself back long and eventually just forced his sleek erection all the way into his victim's bowels. His face filled with bliss and pride: he'd managed to find his target in less than three failed pokings.
The Impmon, who a select few knew as Curson, walked down a path, a small fishing line with several fishes on it slung over his shoulder. He looked forward to arriving at the cave he'd made his home for the last few days. He intended to try a new recipe with those fish and was already drooling just thinking about it. Of course, that the recipe involved jerking over the food made him perk up all the more at the prospect. As he reached the cave, he gave a long look around, wary of anybody having followed him. All was calm around, and the demon's sensitive nose did not pick any unusual scent, nor had the small device he'd set up to detect intruders in the cave been triggered, so he entered with swift steps, one hand going, without the digimon even noticing, to grope idly at the skin fold that hid his member. As he walked down the narrowing tunnel, he began to hear noise, and slowed down.
Once in the chamber where he had settled what few things he owned, Curson got confused. He could hear some splashing and what sounded like bubbling, but it was a good minute before the echo allowed him to understand where it came from: a small bowel high in the cave wall. He let the fish there and climbed up and into it. The bowel opened some distance further in a much smaller room, most of which was taken by a pool of rather troubled water. This surprised the digimon. There was no reason the liquid should splash on the platform like that, especially as there was no storm outside. Looking closer he saw bubbles coming up to the surface, then shapes moving and struggling underwater. One was white and the other orange. He couldn't care less what exactly was going, but he was curious... It looked vaguely like a fight... a digimon was trying to drown another.
"Gods, that little fuck is tight," Yuki thought to himself, as he proceeded to violate his victim's hole, not intending to stop any time soon. The poor digimon in his clutches was obviously frightened to death, though it was not like the horny seal even noticed it at this point, too immersed in the bliss coming from his incessant humps. What he did eventually notice however, was that the struggles had stopped, by which time the little bitch was practically unconscious. "Fuck!" he exclaimed in his mind and very reluctantly pulled out of his victim so he could pull it on land. Curson had to discard his original theory when he observed a distressed Gomamon with a particularly obvious erection appeared, dragging behind an unconscious Patamon and was cursing loudly at his bad luck. It would seem the Impmon was being treated to a rape scene. To Curson's confusion, the seal suddenly began to kiss the other digimon. He didn't care. He pulled his pouch apart and began fiddling with the tip of his cock through his foreskin; he was getting hornier by the minute.
It took generous amounts of slapping before the orange digimon came to, abruptly gasping, choking, and coughing up water when the Gomamon actually punched him in the midsection. The reaction was immediate: he grabbed the helpless one's by the throat to lift it and screamed at him.
"You stupid little fuck! Don't you dare die on me! I am not done with you yet! Do you hear me?!" the voice echoed across the small space, amplified by the reverb in the cave.
Patamon's expression told his rapist everything he wanted to know. Thus, the seal moved his flipper down to his own crotch and promptly rub himself back to full hardness again and once again forced his slick seal penis in the tight and sore hole. Ignoring whatever noises the pot roast made, he resumed stuffing him mercilessly.
Curson had to admire the authority, and even gusto, which went into the seal's business. Authority, unspoken threats, absolutely merciless pounding, total disregard for the fact the other Digimon had just come this close to dying, a determination toward a single goal, and he even added the humiliation of a reach around that left his victim panting and dripping. The Impmon was so engrossed with his mental running commentary that it took him some time before noticing just who it was doing the raping, and he smirked. Yuki himself, the owner of the lakeside resort, who had been loudly proclaimed his disgust for the rapist prowling his domain. Again, the virus-type was overcome by admiration. He had a unique chance to observe a true artist at work.
The combination of his own lewd groans and the pitiful screams and crying of the Patamon turned Yuki on even more. He quickly shifted his position to force himself even deeper into his victim, drooling all over the back of his newest price. He looked into Patamon's watery eyes and his smirking turned into an evil grin as he brought up a flipper to the mammalian's digimon's throat, the other aiming the shorter, whitish cock to the tear-streaked face.
"Listen well, whore. You will piss now... and you will drink every single drop that gents inside your muzzle... or you will regret it deeply!"
Loud groans interrupted his order regularly. Without pausing to wait for an actual answer, he slashed at the skin just enough to draw blood, which he licked with a smirk. This demonstration completed, he stared intently at the shorter cock, waiting for it to release the eagerly awaited liquid.
The voyeur digimon's eyes widened at the sudden development and his hand sped up on his cock, revealing the bright yellow head under the purple foreskin. He gave a mental applaud to the nice touch that licking the blood was, but simply lost it when the smaller digimon, whimpering pitifully, let loose and sent his own piss flying into his face. Curson bit down on a gloved hand to repress his usually loud and lewd groans as he came, jets of cum covering his gloved fingers and the floor underneath him. He laid there for a few seconds, panting, but the show he was subjected to, made it simply impossible for his erection to die down.
It dawned on him that he couldn't simply let go of this unique chance to pay tribute to such a master of the art. With very slow moves, (even though the noisy digimon probably wouldn't have noticed a herd of Jagamon trampling past), he climbed down the wall and approached behind the pair. The white tail was raised proudly, revealing a tight, sweaty and peachy hole surrounded by still dripping fur. The imp slowly took off his cum-covered glove and within the same split second of shoving it inside the seal's mouth, Curson's cock had gone into the digimon's asshole.
Yuki was captivated to such an extent as he watched his victim drink and wet himself with his own piss that it almost made him cum into the little slut on the spot. However, he didn't want to end the fun so soon. He had just licked some of the piss himself and was about to aim it at his muzzle when something tasting of cum was stuffed into it and before he could even react to it, the gag was tied up with something around his head. Moreover, there was no chance to get off the sorry excuse for a Patamon because something very hard and familiar was immediately forced into the seal's own tailhole, causing a muffled scream. The weight of another body came down on his back, so he could barely move at all anymore. Though this also forced him into Patamon and thus griped him with pleasure, he was definitively not happy about this latest development. He decided he could as well try to enjoy the cock inside him: after all, it wasn't as if his tailhole ever was off limits in the first place. The newcomer gave a few leisurely humps into the sexy ass before he spoke.
"My, snowy-boy, you must have been waiting for this," he said softly, "it's not very often an ass takes my length so hungrily..."
Yuki bit down hard on the gag in his muzzle when he tried to snarl at the words his molester spoke, forcing him to taste the cum that dribbled down his throat instead. It wasn't disagreeable and he might even have enjoyed the taste under different circumstances. His rapist held onto the Digimon's orange hair like a handle, preventing the Gomamon from looking around as the moves gathered power, so that before long Curson was putting his entire body into his fucking.
"You were doing such a good job here... Truly I feel honored to have a chance to fuck such a nice asshole..." he added, his voice dripping with irony as his other hand groped around and squeezed the white, furry balls just enough to suggest a threat. "Now squeal for me snowy-boy. Show me how much you appreciate what I'm doing to you."
The seal let out more pseudo-snarling against his gag. With all the strange noises he was producing, one would almost think he was ranting about what was happening to him. Pain and discomfort increased with the brutality of his rapist, forcing him to clench his eyes shut. On the other end it also forced him to continue raping the Patamon all the harder, which was certainly a welcome pleasure. This all left the raped rapist in the clutches of a complex mixture of feelings.
Curson smirked as the digimon below him writhed under the contradictory sensation. He himself could not have asked for anything more: a tight ass clenching down on his cock, not just one, but two victims' agony to admire. Indeed, things could not possibly get better. His juices quickly slickened the insides of the seal, and he took that as a chance to pull his cock out completely before he slammed it back in. He smirked at the groans and attempted yells, then his fingers clenched down harder on Yuki's balls.
"I told you to SQUEAL, snowy-boy!" he demanded lewdly.
The seal did not intend to submit any time soon to the demands of the rapist who assaulted him so cowardly and would not show his face. However, getting his balls painfully crushed like that was bound to make him squeal on his own. He was quite convinced of not having any choice in the matter... for now at least. He wouldn't let this slip. At least the pre spewing into his tailhole made the forced penetration more bearable now.
The Patamon was so far gone he didn't show any sign he even noticed that his rapist was being raped himself now. What a pitiful piece of shit the digimon was, he definitively deserved it all. Hence the seal didn't even attempt to hold back as his own abuse triggered and forced him to thrust as brutally as possible in the sore tailhole when he felt his orgasm approaching.
"Oooooh," his rapist moaned lewdly, stroking gently at his ear now instead of threatening his continued maleness, "Looks like snowy is finally getting into it! Well, there's no reason he should be the only one..."
With that, the Impmon's humps turned to the same unpredictable frenzy that was his favorite technique. The rhythm was calculatedly erratic to drive the victim to utter hopelessness, as it could not brace for the next hump. The angles that came ever so close to stroking the prostate without ever actually doing so... He hoped the seal could somewhat appreciate these skills, especially seeing as after his first orgasm, he knew it would not be long before another one overcame him.
Yuki's jaws clenched down on the gag, the verbal abuse driving him mad, even though there was simply nothing he could do about it for now. The violation grew more and more erratic and impossible to enjoy for him, and yet it was forcing him into a powerful orgasm, between the pile driving and the tightness of his own victim's bowels. Seal seed quickly filled up the Patamon's hole, all the while his own rape continued. Only an extraordinary effort allowed Curson to overcome the need to orgasm as the seal's ass clenched down even more tightly around his member. He slowed his fucking a little in a rather vain attempt to make it last.
"Ooooh," he whispered, "What a naughty Gomamon who gets off on being raped..."
The Gomamon continued to squeal and give off other muffled noises. It was definitively not appreciated to still be violated after he had orgasmed (not that it was appreciated to be violated in the first place, mind you). What came next, however, had never happened to him before. Between the relentless penetrations, the rubbing of his violator's cock, the way it would sometimes go completely out before ramming against a very different part of his bowels, he suddenly lost his bladder control and released himself into the now unconscious orange digimon's already cum-filled tailhole. The faint, but unmistakable smell reached the Impmon's nostrils.
"Wow, you're even more of a sick puppy than I ever thought..."
By now the naughty white furred Digimon's tailhole was quite sore and stinging, especially after it did clench down when he had orgasmed and when he had emptied his bladder into the pitiful thing's rear end. At the very least he could conjecture from his rapist's raspy breathing and tense voice that it wouldn't be much longer and then, then he would so get him. The sick fuck was gonna pay for those teases, humiliations and for violating him.
"So... Worth... It!"
Curson's words dragged slowly as his second orgasm washed over him, cum pouring into the hole, the seeds Yuki could already tasted on his makeshift gag finally filling his hole and warming his insides.
"And since you obviously like it so much, here's a special gift from me to you."
Still pinning the other down, he pulled out, some seed dribbling down the hind flippers and to the floor. He wiped his cock on the short, soft fur of the Gomamon ass, and then proceeded to piss all over the rear end of the aquatic digimon, sighing in satisfaction as he needily emptied his bladder. The seal digimon was so enraged it made cum squirt out of his abused rear. Curson took his scarf back, a hand clamping on the muzzle in its stead, and used the fabric to wipe his still hard penis clean from the piss and cum.
"With this, you will always be with me..." he said suggestively, sniffing the many-times stained clothe.
Yuki's anger turned into outright rage, inaudibly cursing his rapist, as the digimon wiped his cock on the pure white fur the seal was so proud of. Then said fur was further tainted when the sicko released himself on his body.
Several things then happened very fast. The glove was snatched back from the seal's mouth. There was a forceful shove and he toppled over into the water, hearing the other's digimon footstep rushing away. Curson had no intention of hanging around to hear exactly what the other digimon thought of his performance and clambered up the wall, mildly impeded by the fact he had forgotten to shove his cock back into his pouch before taking off - not to mention the fact, that one hand was holding onto a dripping and slippery glove. He couldn't help himself, calling after the other digimon:
"And thank you for being so nice and cleaning my glove up, too, slutty cutie!"
Yuki came up from the water, sputtering, gasping and screaming like a devil in holy water, quickly grabbing onto Patamon and pushing him back on the ground as he yelled after the Impmon.
"You sick purple fuck! I'm gonna get you and you're going to pay for this - over and over again! That's a promise."
With that, he summoned some marching fished and ordered them to go after the rapemon. Of course the purple digimon wouldn't just play target for him, instead he dodged his attack with insulting ease, going so far as to snatch up one of the fish as he slipped away, disappearing to what appeared to be another part of the cave.
"Ha! And the real payback is just to come!" he nonetheless added, more dejectedly
"Bring it on," Curson muttered to himself with a smirk as he crawled down the bowel.
He couldn't wait to be at the other end. All this exercising had made him most hungry.
Yuki tried to throw a rock after the creature, having tried and failed to climb after him, but missed the opening. Instead of (and despite very much wanting to) screaming some more he just grunted, his attention coming back to the abused Patamon. Its eyes now expressionless and empty, his victim had become completely unresponsive, albeit apparently aware of the Gomamon, since it whimpered when he approached.
"Oh come on, don't give me that look. You shouldn't look like a pot roast if you don't wanna get stuffed. Or is it turkeys? I should probably get myself a Hawkmon to play with..."
It was pointless to talk to the little fucker, so he eventually just shrugged it off, took him back into the water and dumped him off on a less frequented part of the beach. Having taken care of the trash, he decided to go look for that rapemon. Nevertheless, Yuki didn't get that far before he started having second thoughts - especially his last thought about trash.
"Do not look back. Do not look back," he kept repeating in his head forcing himself to move forward.
Yet despite his best efforts he turned around. He had almost drowned the poor thing after all. Green eyes scanned the small orange-white body, as he seal padded back to his victim. When their eyes met, a quiet whimper escaped from the abused creature's muzzle, the eyes implying how terrified he was of his rapist and his return. Yuki leaned down trying to hide the side of his head as a tear ran down his cheek and gave Patamon a kiss on the forehead, whispering into his wing-type ears after a gulp.
"I'm sorry. I won't hurt you again."
With that, the aquatic digimon quickly scampered off without waiting for a reaction, unable to bear the situation anymore. In an attempt to suppress the call of his conscience again, he instead focused on the purple rapist and his lust for revenge.