No Heft for the Wicked [TSR]

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Having been in this situation many times in the past, Chris had experience in predicting the fighting patterns of whomever tried to scrap with him, nimbly dodging out of the way of the potential blow to his body. "Trying to hit the guy with glasses on? You're a brave one, I'll tell you that." In spite of the layer of fat that coated his body from head to toe, Chris possessed a strength to give him a punch that would make a MachGaogamon green with envy. A single, rapid swing of his fist connected with the gut of the other lizard, crumpling the bastard to the ground while a second, quick haymaker delivered to the ExVeemon's dome knocked him to the floor entirely. "You don't look very big when you're down there. Maybe learn to fight next time."

The ExVeemon was incapable of saying anything, all of his energy went to ensuring that nothing about him was seriously damaged. Groaning was the only thing that he was able to do at the time being.

Zack whistled, amazed at how quickly his would-be attacker got knocked out. "Damn, I thought that asshole would've put up a better fight!"

"Yeah, you're brave, alright." Chris smirked, bending down to get a better look at the Digimon on the floor. "Brave, but stupid. You don't pick fights with people bigger than you, everyone knows that."

"Fuck you." The ExVeemon grunted, clutching his aching face as his he assuaged his bruised ego. "You're just lucky places like this exist because you're too ugly to get your dick wet the normal way."

The other Digimon's cutting remark sliced deep into Chris, scowling over the top of his glasses at the blue-skinned lizard on the floor. He snorted in anger. "Now ya fucked up." With resentment as powerful as the fury of a thousand suns guiding his actions, he grabbed the ExVeemon by the collar and thrust him unceremoniously against the wall. He didn't know who was on the other side of the divider, but at the moment he didn't particularly care. There were more important things to worry about.

"Hell yeah, now it's getting good!" Zack grinned in mischievous glee as he knew what to anticipate from the Gabumon.

Weakly blinking, the ExVeemon glanced over to see the smaller mon playing with himself, in complete confusion as to what the reason could possibly be. "Hey, what's he so happy about?"

With the first devilish smile that he'd given to someone in quite some time, Chris raised his other hand and daintily placed it on the other reptile's titanic trap. "This."

The ExVeemon couldn't understand what was supposed to happen until he felt a cold, alien sensation emanate throughout his body from the point where the Gabumon's hand contacted him. He struggled in the other mon's grasp, only to find that any energy that he might've had had somehow dissipated. Whatever was going on, it had him more frightened than he'd been in his entire adult life.

Chris, on the other hand, perceived the opposite feeling, with warmth shooting to the tip of every one of his limbs. He sighed in delight as the glowing wave of pleasure washed over his form, awakening every cell in his body. It was time to get this show on the road.