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"Brawn and Brains"

The sun had just risen past the distant treeline on the other side of the field. Donell's ears flicked a bit at the shifting of the breeze as he inhaled the fresh morning air from his seat on the bleachers. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy a good bit of exercise, but he really didn't fit in with the guys on the track. He watched a large Weregarurumon overtake several smaller students in the five hundred meter dash like they were standing still. Drake was one of the star athletes at the school, there wasn't much he didn't excel at when it came to sports. He wasn't unlike a lot of the other Weregarurumon, though he was only one of three currently enrolled, and his fur was tinted more green than the traditional white with blue stripes. When he was out on the field, it was more or less a matter of just letting the wolf have his space than actually getting out and trying to compete against him.

"Matthews!" Donell heard his last name called and he looked down to see the short, round human with a red hat on. The "DC" embroidered in yellow on the cap matched the initials for District Central University, the name of the school they attended. The shiny whistle tied around his neck shined in the glow of the sunlight as he crossed his arm, and impatiently tapped a clipboard to his shoulder. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Just resting up, coach." The canine said, forcing a grin at the chubby male bear.

"Enough resting. You wanna be on track, you need to get on the track!"

Donell sighed a bit as he stood up and hopped down from his seat, rubbing the thin fur along his legs as he pulled them up to stretch. "You know, the tendons in my legs are pretty sensitive, I mean, you'd be liable if I were injured in one of these runs."

Coach Spinel couldn't have crossed his arms any tighter if he wanted to and his scowl was unmatched. "If you don't get out there, Matthews I'm going to injure you. Now get your ass out there!"

The second insistent swing of his foot didn't go ignored as Donell avoided being kicked by Spinel. He stepped past the gate and onto the track where Drake had come to a stop and let out a scoff.

"Well, look who it is?" He said aloud. "The bench weed's finally come to play with the big boys!" He snickered and the others next to him started laughing too.

"What is your problem with me Drake?"

Drake Douglas was much bigger up close than from a distance. Compared to the Dane, the Digimon was a good head taller and twice as wide and muscular as Donell. He was incredibly intimidating even though he wasn't exactly the brightest Digimon from the Digital World Donell tended to make the mistake of challenging him much too often. "And look, I'd like to see the balls he's got, they must be the size of watermelons now." He laughed teasingly. Donell blushed, he always suspected that with all the homosexual teasing and prodding that deep down Drake probably liked a good cock like him, but then he spouted it off like an asshole, leading to an immediate dislike.

"Five hundred meters!" Spinel's voice made the both of them jump and start for the marked starting positions. They were joined by three more guys, two on the left and three on the right who lined up into position with them and readied for the starter signal.

"I'm gonna pound you into the ground." The Digimon whsipered.

"That a promise?" Donell teased as he raised his hips up for a strong start. He couldn't help but notice the Weregarurumon had fallen quiet.

"Just for that, you ladies will need to pick up the hurdle at the end of the lane and run it back here." Spinel angrily intruded in on the silence.

CRACK!

The sound of the starter pistol was all Donell needed to hear and he was off to a strong start. He flattened his palms to his sides as he ran, trying to catch up less wind resistance. He was pretty even with the guy in lane one, but he let out a groan though when he saw the streak of green running up beside him. Drake gave him a wink before thundering past him. Skidding to a stop at the end of the five hundred yards, he stumbled slightly and then bolted back in the other direction, giving the others a chance to catch up. Donell could barely hold onto his hurdle as he ran back toward the starter line. The others were already out of breath and had slowed down heavily. It was between Donell and Drake now as they ran back. Donell balanced the weight of the hurdle on his back as Drake carried it awkwardly toward the line. Seeing the dog catch up and pass him though, he adjusted the weight and picked up speed again.

"HEY!" Donell shouted as Drake ran past him, knocking him sideways with an intentional slap from the hurdle. "No fair!"

"No one ever said life was fair, puppy." Drake panted. "You snooze, you lose."

He stumbled across the finish line first, and Donell came through a few seconds later, panting and wobbling as he dropped the hurdle to the ground. Spinel stared at the both of them and rolled his eyes. "I don't want to hear you two talking shit about each other on my field again, is that clear?" He asked angrily.

"Yes, sir." The two of them muttered at once.

"Go hit the showers."

The locker rooms were dark, dingy and always smelled with the slightest hint of musk, mildew and constantly running showers. Out of the rows of lockers contained within, Donell was unfortunate enough to get assigned two lockers down from Drake. He sighed in frustration as the canine banged on his locker and pulled it open.

"Do you really have to be that loud with that?" He asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry, with this?" He banged on the locker again. He laughed and stripped out of his shorts, his thick cock dropping out and dangling between his legs for a moment before Donell realized he was staring and turned away. "Get over it." He laughed as he closed his locker and sauntered off toward the lockers.

After having stripped down himself and wrapping a towel around his waist, Donell went to the shower stalls as well, the showers were communal, but they were separated into eight chest-height stalls for individual sharing. Donell slipped into one of them as the Weregarurumon was rinsing off the fur on his face. "So have I done something to you? What is your problem with me?"

"I don't have a problem with you." Drake admitted. "I just don't see what you're doing on the track team, that's all."

"What?"

Drake splashed his face with water and leaned against the stall, which to him was almost more waist height than chest height. "Oh come on, Matthews. You aren't much of an athlete. You try, but you're not team material, y'know?"

"And how would you know that? I came in second out there."

"Hahah!" Drake laughed. "Second ain't good enough for the varsity. You want in? You'll need to train. Track's pretty good, but you ever think about another team? Like the swim team or something?"

Donell shrugged a bit. "Hadn't really thought about it, I've always been a pretty good runner."

Drake shrugged. "Alright shrimp, tell you what? I have a free pass to the pool, you tell me when and I can get you in after hours for some training."

"That... would actually be great." Donell said. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

Donell's trip home was a bit quieter, the dane tended to walk home more often than not. Today though it started raining about half a mile away and he had to jog the rest of the way. He wasn't winded, but he was very tired by the time he got home. As soon as he opened the door and stepped in, a massive arm wrapped around his neck, along with a four-set of massive draconic wings that pulled him tight into the large dragon's body as he stood in wait for Donell's return. Roughly, he rubbed a knuckle against Donell's scalp making him hiss in irritation.

"Duo! What the hell?"

"Oh come on." The dragon said as he let the dog go and shrugged. "Can't a big brother pick on his kid brother every once in a while without being cussed at?"

"Since he turned a year older than four?" Donell griped as he brushed his hair forward again trying to straighten it. "What are you doing home?"

Duo shrugged and crossed his arms. "I came home a little early. I wanted to see if you wanted to come out to the bowling alley with me, we can shoot a few rounds."

"The bowling alley?" Donell grumbled. "Why would we want to go to the bowling alley?"

"Because I figured it would be a good place for you to socialize." Duo explained.

"I socialize plenty at school."

"I mean socialize with normal people your age." Duo said, his expression souring somewhat. "You can't be satisfied with those... "gifted" kids at the school you go to, are you?"

"I'd prefer them over normal people." Donell said. "You think a dane who has two big dragons for brothers would go over well with the "normal" people?"

"Fine." He said angrily. "Fine, forget it! I guess I'm just going to give up on helping you live a normal life."

"I told you before I don't need your help with that man." Donell said crossing his arms. "Trust me. My day is as normal as any university student is these days."

"Magic and might, and all those people there who think they're better than normals isn't the best environment for you."

"I thought you said you were giving up on it."

Duo stammered. "I erm... fine." He said, before hopping over the back of a couch and plopping down regaining a stagnant silence.

"What's gotten into him?" Another voice said as the door opened and Dragor stepped into the room. The blue drake raised an eyebrow as he looked between the two of them.

"Nothing!" Both Donell and Duo answered at the same time.

"Yeesh. Sorry I asked." He answered. "Hey Donell, you busy tonight?"

"Well, I--"

"Great. Because you're going out with a friend of mine."

"What?!" Both of them shouted at once.

Dragor's expression went from confident to worried. "Okay, you two are really scaring me with that. Nah, Donell, he's really cool. You'll like him."

"But... ugh, Dragor, I've never gone out on a blind date before. What am I going to say to him?"

"What do you say to people you date normally?"

"I don't really date, you know that."

Dragor smirked and shrugged. "I'm sure you'll wing something, anyway, I tell you, I think he's perfect for you and if you don't like him I'll... let you cast some sort of a frog related spell on me or something next week."

"I'm not a wizard, bro." Donell said. "I can barely keep up in track team. Where do you know this guy from?"

"Been a friend of mine for years." Dragor shrugged. "Trust me, I know you're going to like him. You've got a lot in common."

"Like what?"

"Well..." He was grasping, Dragor wasn't usually the fastest to pick up on an answer when he was asked flatly like that. "You both go to DC."

"Are you kidding? He could be a classmate of mine!"

"See? Something in common already." He ignored the askance glares he received. "Look he'll be here in an hour, you might as well try."

"Nnnngh! Ffffine!" He shouted angrily, his tail swishing aggressively back and forth before he stormed up the stairs to his bedroom while the dragon brothers stared at each other.

"See? You give up to easy." Dragor said with a proud smirk on his face.

"And you try too hard." Duo answered back immediately.

The doorbell was ringing already by the time Donell made his way down the stairs, he peered around, but saw that his brothers were no longer in the living room. He sighed and brushed his fur back. "Way to go, setting me up for a nerve wracking introduction." He said to himself as he approached the door. He straightened the sleeve of his nice sweater, though it was still bulgy as his muscles pressed against it and he opened the door.

"Drake?!" His voice went almost shrill as he recognized the Digimon on the other side of the door who stared down at him with just as dumbfounded of an expression.

"Whoa! I must have the wrong house, Dragor set me up with his kid brother."

Donell grunted. "He still calls me his kid brother?" He asked himself aloud. "Oh, jeeze what a small world. I'm so sorry about that. There must have been some mistake, Dragor didn't say anything about setting me up with you."

"Hold up, you're gay too?" The wolf awkwardly put a hand on the back of his neck. "Well damn if I'd have known that I wouldn't have gone so easy with the teasing then." He chuckled nervously.

"Yeah... well it's not like I minded." Donell answered, feeling his cheeks grow warm in a blush. "Look, you want to come in, or...?"

"Well, I kind of made reservations over at Maddy's for seven." Drake admitted. "So if you wanted to spend some time erm... we can just go over there."

Donell could tell the Digimon was nervous too, and he couldn't help but smile at the genuine sweetness he seemed to be showing, much unlike their argument earlier. "Yeah. Sure, why not?"

Maddy's was a medium scale burger joint, though they were so popular they preferred reservations. There was no takeout, it was an actual restaurant that catered to the typical burger eater, and their food was incredible. They garnered a four star rating, it was a lot nicer than any of places he'd gone to for previous prospects. Even Drake wore a nice jacket that hugged his thick body, making Donell think he was a bit under dressed as they stepped in and were seated at one of the tables.

"Jeeze this is nice." Donell said as they sat down. "Way more than I can afford."

"Yeah, well. I rarely splurge like this myself, but I haven't been in a long time and I figured I'd treat someone else. Have you eaten here before?"

"Once... but man that has to have been like ten years ago." He scoffed. "They weren't so fancy back then."

"But you can't ignore a good burger, right?"

"You know it." Donell laughed.

"Can I get you gentlemen something to drink?" The waiter had appeared unexpectedly and caught them off guard.

"Iced Tea." Both of them said simultaneously, then laughed at the coincidence.

It turned out that they both had a lot in common. Both of them were somewhat shy about their sexuality, though Donell was more open about it at school than Drake, who preferred to remain a stereotypical jock. They both enjoyed literature from comic books to large books of poetry, they were even able to keep up with each other in quoting particular favorite poems and the other one guessing who had written it. Both even liked their meals cooked the same way, the meats medium-rare, and by the time they were finished with their food, Donell had a completely different image of Drake. He enjoyed listening to the jock speak more about himself and where he was from than hearing about him pounding him into the ground... though he had to admit, the thought of that happening too brought a strain to the dog's trousers. He quickly cleared the idea by changing the subject.

"So, you have keys to the pool at the gym? Maybe we should stop there after we're done here? I could use a swim."

"Heh. Well, to be honest I kind of fibbed on that one." He answered. "I actually have a pool at my place, it's a large one so you could practice there on a more private level."

"Oh!" Donell fought off a blush. "Well, I g-guess that'll be okay."

"Alright then, let's get the check and get out of here then."

Like Donell, Drake preferred traveling by foot. His house wasn't far from the restaurant, about three blocks over. They walked in silence, the low lighting of the sky being made up by the soft glow of the street lights turning on. Donell listened to their feet falling to the pavement as they walked and he felt a bit choked up in nervousness each time he looked at the mass of Digimon walking next to him. As they turned the corner to the house, he found they had to continue up at least a quarter of a mile into the forest until they reached the house. It wasn't until then that Donell realized, "Oh, damn I don't have any trunks." He said. "I really wasn't expecting a late night dip."

"Don't worry about it." Drake shrugged. "Just head around back and I'll meet you in a minute."

Drake escorted Donell to a chain link fence and used a key to unlock the latch, opening it up. Drake headed toward the front door and the dane stepped around the side toward the patio in the back. It was a beautiful night, the isolation from the bright city lights showed millions of stars in the sky above, when they paled it was only from the soft blue glow of the pool as he saw it splashing about in the night breeze. As he stepped in on the red tile, Drake came out the back glass door with a couple of towels in his hands. Donell blushed as Drake had come out without his shirt on and a pair of white towels in his arms that he put on the patio.

"S-so... do you have any trunks for me?"

"Oh, nah." He answered as he tugged his pants down, exposing himself fully to the glow cast from the pool. Donell whimpered a bit and turned his eyes. "I figured we can do a little skinny dipping, we're alone out here and it's not exactly like you haven't seen me naked before."

It was true, Donell thought. He'd seen Drake naked before, but not like this. Not like... he knew that Drake was looking back at him, it only made him grow more aroused at that idea. A loud splash turned Donell's attention to the pool, where Drake swam pretty much gracefully across the length of the pool. That round butt, those curvy muscles, if he hadn't sat down when he did he probably would have popped the seams of his pants from the strain. Drake came out of the water and laughed. "What are you doing all the way over there? Come on in."

"I'm... I'm, I'm good." Donell said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You just have fun without me."

Drake raised an eyebrow as he rested himself at the edge of the pool. "Listen, smarty pants, if you don't take your clothes off and hop in here with me, I'm going to pick you up and throw you in, clothes and all. It's your choice."

Donell frowned a bit, what choice did he have? He'd already gone this far. "O-okay, just... don't watch me, okay?"

"Oh sure." Drake said. "I'm an honorable Digimon, no peeking here." He turned around as Donell pulled down his trousers and his underwear. He felt his cock, thick and heavy waving as he turned around to pull his shirt off. Drake grinned, watching the aroused dog slip out of that sweater of his and he couldn't help but grow a little hard himself. He turned away just as Donell managed to get that shirt off. He heard a soft splash of water as the dane hopped into the pool from the shallow end. He turned around and chuckled. "So glad you could join me." He said as he swam a bit closer until he could rest his feet on the bottom.

Donell smiled shyly and nodded. "This is nice. The water's at a perfect temperature."

"Mmhmm." Drake said, sliding even closer, lowering himself so his shoulders didn't rise much above the water.

"And it's--it's such a pretty night out, I mean, so many stars."

"Yeah, it's a nice view." Drake said as he approached the dane. His movements more imitated a shark than a wolf by this point. But Donell was still nervously observing the night sky.

"It really... makes you feel so unimportant, so many worlds out there, so many--mmph!"

The kiss was almost unexpected, it hurt Donell's back somewhat as he was shoved into the back of the pool wall, the wolf's hand wrapped around his ass, almost covering the entirety of his backside with its thick digits and claws pressing into his fur. He didn't fight the kiss back, instead he wrapped his arms around Drake's neck and thrust his tongue into the Digimon's mouth and they twisted together eagerly.

Drake growled and moaned heavily as his massive chest and pectorals pressed up against the dane's own chest, though he was lifting the dog out of the water by this point and it was getting hard to tell what was pressing against what. A wet slimy trail leaked along Donell's stomach before he realized that the Weregarurumon was eagerly draining his precum along him. The kissing was so aggressive that each of them felt like the other was trying to unhinge their jaw. After several minutes, Drake finally pulled his lips away from the eager dog's muzzle and licked his muzzle.

"What do you say we head inside, hm?" He asked.

Donell was so excited he was panting, even more so when Drake followed that question with a long, lingering lick up the length of his cock, which was as hard as stone from that little mingling. "N-now you have to ask?" He answered with a nervous chuckle.

Drake grinned and sat Donell up on the side of the pool before hoisting himself out and taking the dog by the hand.

Leading him through the sliding door led straight into a bedroom where a large bed with big white sheets. It was slightly messy, but the room itself was pretty clean otherwise. Though Donell didn't have much time to admire the decor as he was picked up and practically thrown back-first onto the bed. The wolf's large body fell on top of him and they resumed kissing. Their cocks pressed together as they made out. Donell moaned a bit, trying to keep his tongue from getting lost in the enormous maw forcing itself onto him he kissed back and dragged his hands up the canine's body. As his thumbs reached Drake's large nipples on each side he shuddered and let out a very different moan. Donell could feel his shaft twitch wildly at that. So, a nipple guy was he?

Grinning, Donell pushed up against Drake's weight and turned him over onto his back as he sat on the Weregarurumon's stomach. He leaned down and ran his tongue heavily along the thick nubs and he let out a passionate yelp when the dog nipped down on it.

"AHHH! Ffffuck... n-not fair." He panted as he pushed back against Donell's lower back. His chest heaved up and down as Donell alternated between the wolf's nipples. Spending minutes at a time going between them until Drake just couldn't bare it anymore. He laughed a bit as he turned the dog over onto his back, pinning him down with his weight. Running his longer wolf tongue across Donell's nipples he made him squeak and twist in the enjoyment. As the tongue turned to a more fevered suckle, Donell panted and began to writhe in the lust of the moment. After moving from one nipple to the other, Drake growled and nipped down, tugging gently at the nubs until they had started to grow swollen. Again he sucked on them again and made Donell curl his toes.

Drake reached for his nightstand and pulled the drawer open lifting his lips momentarily to pant and grin at the dane who suddenly wanted to feel the wolf inside him, he almost came the moment the familiar lube bottle appeared and Drake smeared it on his fingers, pressing it against the dog's hole. Donell licked his teeth in anticipation and Drake turned him over onto his side with a single swing of the dane's leg. Pressing his cock against Donell's hole, the dog tensed up slightly as he felt the head pressing harder against him, finally pushing inward.

"AHH!" Donell cried out and whimpered, feeling the penetration of something much larger than he was really used to. Drake steadied him and nibbled on his neck for a few minutes as he began to work his way deeper and deeper until finally he was pushed in to the hilt. Donell felt the cock moving about inside of him, pressed so far in that he could swear he could feel it against the lining of his stomach. He panted and cried out with each thrust, turning his head back and kissing the Digimon as best as he could.

Finally, Drake wrapped his arm around the dog's waist and pulled him up, sitting him facing away from him. Drake's grasp shifted from the waist to Donell's nipple and he squeezed against the pectoral every time he lunged into the smaller dog. Each thrust, Donell cried out, and Drake grunted lustily. The Digimon craned his neck around and nipped and licked at Donell's nipples, using his arm to leverage him for more thrusting power. He growled and his claws ran down the length of Donell's chest until he started stroking the dog's cock. He slowly worked into a rhythm, feeling the beads of precum pouring down his knuckles, he tightened his grasp and began to jack the dane off as he fucked him. It wouldn't be long before something happened.

"AHH! FFFFUCK!" Donell's cries sounded off within thirty seconds of them getting going and there was a long string that fell along Drake's wrist, then another explosion that shot up Donell's chest, hitting him on the neck, and another that did it again, but splattered a bit against Drake's face. Drake growled deeply, feeling the tightness of Donell's ass, and he couldn't help it he bit down on Donell's neck and came hard and furious.

"Rrrrrrgh!" He growled, exploding again and again into Donell, feeling his own cum splashing out of his hole and spilling all over his balls and bed sheet. He panted and finally released Donell's neck from his bite. He huffed and snorted as he drained himself, ignoring, or perhaps enjoying the drainage coming from the dog as they both finally collapsed onto the bed. Both exhausted, both quite satisfied.

The clock read two thirty when Donell's eyes opened to the strange, green digital display. He sat up and saw Drake sitting on the edge of the bed, quietly just listening to the darkness.

"Drake? Are you okay?"

"Promise me something, will ya?" He asked.

"Sure. Anything." Donell said, wrapping his arm around Drake's elbow.

"Just... don't tell anyone at school about this, okay? I got a reputation to hold up and.... I just can't risk it for anything."

"Are you... ashamed of being with me?" He asked.

"No. It's nothing like that, just promise me you won't tell." He looked sadly at Donell. "Please?"

"O-okay. I won't." Donell said with a frown.

The next Monday came, and as predicted, Drake didn't seem to want to give him the time of day. Even at practice, he seemed even harder on Donell than usual, he didn't mind so much... but he couldn't understand why Drake would want to keep it hidden.

"Drake, we need to talk."

"About what?" Drake asked, as he was pulling his clothes on after the shower.

"About Saturday." He said.

Drake sighed. "We agreed not to." He said. "Look we can get together this weekend if you want, but I really didn't want to make a big deal out of this."

"I... I don't know if I like hiding who we are." He said. "Or was Saturday just a fling and you don't care?"

"OF...!" He said loudly then turned to a whisper. "Of course I care, I just don't want to make a spectacle of myself."

"Well... then I guess we can't be partners after all then." Donell answered coldly as he slammed his locker shut and started walking away.

Turning the corner and walking down a few rows another classmate, a Pokemon type Machamp suddenly appeared and shoved him into a locker. His name was Raymond and wasn't necessarily bright. But when he and his four friends surrounded him, he knew it couldn't be good news.

"So whatcha bugging Drake about this time? You sick of taking his shit? Well too bad!" Raymond yelled loudly, shoving Donell firmly into the lockers again. "He don't gotta take shit from nobody and you just need to leave. Him. Alone!" Each word was followed by a shove into the lockers.

"Hey!" Drake roared angrily as he stepped up from the other side of the lockers, still putting his shirt on.

"Hey, man. This guy's giving you trouble I'm just telling him not to." Raymond said nervously, waving his hands at the Weregarurumon.

"No, man. We were just in the middle of talking." Drake said as he slammed his hand against the locker to the side of Donell's head.

The kiss that followed made Donell's back seize up in shock as Drake began to make out with him, right there, in front of the rest of the jocks. His heart stopped as he closed his eyes and really gave into it as he grasped the wolf's arms.

"Ack! Come on! You ain't no fag, Drake! What are you doing!?" Raymond tried to pull Drake off Donell, but received a swift shove and a middle finger for his efforts. "Yuck! C'mon guys let's let these queers have a few minutes, they need to get themselves a fucking room for this shit!"

As they left, Drake's lips left Donell's and he smiled. "So... what was that about becoming partners?"

Donell blushed, and smiled back.

THE END