Posted on 2013-11-21 06:36:20
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The sprites pulled and hapless drooling Flamedramon down to the ground with a simply flutter and spin. Flamedramon crumpled to the ground after them and crawled a short distance after them before the multitude of glowing lights circled back above him. The stupefied digimon rolled onto his back to pursue his addiction to the enthralling colors.

Around him the woods began to come alive, but he was oblivious as the forest began to surround him. Thick gooey green tentacles began to snake there way along the ground, approaching Flamedramon from all sides. There was not enough awareness left in the digimon to comprehend the danger and soon the first of the invading limbs brushed against him.

The defenseless digimon was drowned in serene rapture and aphrodisia. It had become the only way his simplified mind could interpret the world around him. His skin tingled as the slick smooth tendril began to wrap around his limbs. He gasped in anticipation of something unknown when the tentacles tightened and began pulling him into a more accessible posture. The overwhelming arousal at every touch soon became an expected facet of every interaction with this monster. His limited mind was being trained to enjoy his violation. A thin tip brushed over his throbbing member and prodded at his tail hole and he loved all every moment of it. As another tendril began to worm its way around his limp but free arm Flamedramon gently grasped it with loose fingers and coaxed it lovingly.