Story commissioned by someone who wishes to stay anonymous
Story written by  Ohmagaz
Dorugamon and DoruGreymon © Bandai

Digidragons' paw fun

It was a quiet afternoon as Vharr, a western dragon with crimson scales and beige coloured wings, was wandering through the leafy trees of his tropical jungle territory, the orange hue of the sky passing through the trees spot by spot in a sieved light beam, reflecting against Vharr’s scales, almost making him look like he was shining under the setting sun. He carefully climbed up a tree and to rest on a branch, reflexively watching at the atmosphere slowly turn cold in colour. Today was a very peaceful day, he could even consider it boring, as no one had shown to his territory, whether it be other friendly dragons who he could guide through the forest, or dangerous trespassers to repel. The dragon could almost say that he has felt lonely at this very instant, even though he was used to it, as being the guardian of the forest implied not socializing too much. Nevertheless, he was glad that nobody had put nature in danger today, and while looking at the blossoming vegetation, he felt proud to be the protector of this luxuriant forest.

He prepared to lay down on the branch to take a nap, but as he turned his head to the left, he noticed something strange. A little spark that he had never noticed before, shining in the distance from another tree branch. It didn’t seem like a threat to him, but Vharr couldn’t allow himself to let any threat uninspected. If this was a shining object that could redirect light, there was a risk of burning the forest. Vharr jumped from the branch he was resting on to the one holding the element that emanated this light, and after locating it in a bird nest, he lowered his head to carefully look at it. It was an object like he had never seen before, a sort of device of the kind that humans would be at the origin of, which immediately got the attention of the dragon, as humans were competing adversity when it came to finding ways to destroy their environment. Suspicious, Vharr carefully lifted his front paw towards the machine to push it away, turning it on its back, then back up, analysing every part of the strange handheld device.

It was when he pushed against one of the button on the device that the dazzling beam of a light came out of the machine, completely blocking the dragon’s vision in its intensity. Startled, Vharr’s first reflex was to jump away from the light and get back onto the previous branch. But the platform never came, and to his surprise, the dragon kept freefalling for a moment before finally touching the ground, landing on it a bit harder than he thought. He was still blinded by the light, but he knew something was wrong as parkouring through the trees of his forest had become his territory for him, and he would have never missed the branch, no matter the situation. After a few seconds, the light disappeared and Vharr gasped at the view of the unknown environment that he found himself into.

It looked like a timeless infinite space, with a blue sky all around, as there didn’t seem to be any ground, or if there was any, it would be transparent. There were square shapes of a darker blue hue rotating around the place, acting like some sort of pixelated cloud. Vharr tried to move backwards and run away as the sudden change of atmosphere raised anxiety and a feeling of threat in him, but his flight didn’t last long, as he immediately bonked on something. As he feel backward, he took a look at what his obstacle was. It looked like a giant white ankle, with black claws extending from the three toes of it. It was surmounted by a batch of red fur which, as the dragon’s sight went up, revealed the gigantic form of a red legged black striped red dragon with white markings following along its belly up to its head. Moving his head to the sides, Vharr also discerned the form of a smaller dragon on the bigger’s right. This one had purple stripes on black fur, and red claws coming out of its toes. The bigger creature, which size was big enough that he could cover Vharr’s whole body with only one paw, talked first, in a way that it sounded like its deep voice was directly transmitted inside the dragon’s head.

“Greetings. My name is DoruGreymon. And to my right is Dorugamon.” The latter creature waved in an almost cheerful way.

-Wh- What am I doing here? Where is this place? Vharr replied with his telepathic powers, although there were actually sounds coming out of his mouth in the form of a growl.

-Do not worry, dragon. You are in what is called the digital world, and we are digital creatures of this world, otherly known as “Digimons”. You’ll get back to your world, DoruGreymon said. …But we’ll have a little fun before…

Before Vharr had the time to ask any question, the bigger dragon lifted one of his front paws and pinned the visitor on the floor, making him fall on his back and pressing on his legs and belly strongly enough to keep him from getting away, while lightly enough to not hurt him.

“Wh-What are you doing? Let me go!” Vharr screamed, both in the head of DoruGreymon, and physically.

Dorugamon, who had shown to be pretty excited, finally approached, as Vharr could see the cheerful face of the Digimon smiling at him from above.

“Don’t worry, we won’t hurt you! And we’re sure that you’ll like it too!” He told the crimson dragon with a reassuring tone, before the draconic face disappeared from his sight. Dorugamon then lifted up his left paw to hover it above Vharr’s face, teasingly wiggling his tantalizing toes on the dragon’s snout.

Vharr found himself admiring the perfect looking Digimon’s white toes and two toned sole, which top part was white, with a black bottom part. He watched as the red claws were hypnotically dancing on top of him, when Dorugamon finally lowered his paw, resting the digits on the crimson dragon’s snout. As both of the Digimons looked amused and the biggest one was slowly grinding his paw on the dragon’s lower body part, Dorugamon was gleefully rubbing his toes on Vharr’s face, whose expression almost immediately turned from fear to excitation. For a digital creature like Dorugamon, his paw felt surprisingly soft and warm, caressing each bit of the dragon’s face as if every wrinkle had a will of their own, and knew how to perfectly rub his scales in a way that brought pleasure to his whole body.

“You can give them a kiss or a lick, you know?” The black and purple dragon informed Vharr, with the same smile on his face than before.

The crimson dragon, although still surprised about this sudden turn of event, closed his eyes and took a deep smell, taking in the soft cheesy smell of the Digimon creature’s paw. It was truly enticing, as the sensory feeling sent shockwaves of pleasure to his whole body, which could only tense up under the bigger dragon’s paw that was swiftly applying pressure on him. Nothing felt better than the dampened air he was into, as Vharr began moaning from pleasure. Opening his maw which blue colour contrasted with the rest of his body pigmentation, he started slithering his tongue on the tender surface that proved to be the Digimon’s sole. He gathered the particles that were creating this naturally scented aroma, as he was avidly covering the paw with his warm saliva. Dorugamon giggled at the feeling that the licks were providing, covering his mouth with one of his hand paws to hide a cute laugh that couldn’t be contained. He also expressed his joy by grinding his sole against Vharr’s face, pushing a claw inside of the dragon’s mouth for him to suck and taste. This got the crimson dragon to moan loudly, as he gave deep licks to the claw that was inside of his maw, rolling his long tongue around the digit’s extension. Claws were a special part that Vharr was particularly fond of in a paw, and his implication towards cleaning the claw of any speck of dirt that
could be held on it was showing it. Dorugamon blushed at how entranced his worshipper was towards his feet, and as he was previously standing on one foot, he decided to sit down in order to allow both of his strong dragon feet to rub on Vharr’s face at the same time, as he was swiftly caressing the dragon’s head with his soft soles, motherly covering his footrest with them and protectively sliding his claw to rub Vharr’s cheeks, eventually lifting both of his soles up to display a toe wiggle and spread on top of the dragon’s face, although it was hard to have him let go of the paws, as he would reflexively grab them with his front paws before pushing them down on his face again. Vharr was rubbing his face under the tender Digimon’s soles, feeling each singular wrinkles on his face as Dorugamon would wiggle his toes on his face, moving the wrinkles around to caress the dragon’s scales, and would occasionally twitch as a reflex to Vharr’s tongue lapping at them, showing a certain ticklish attitude of theirs.

This lasted for a few minutes, before Dorugamon looked up and retrieved his footpaws from Vharr’s face, who extended his front paws to grab them again, but as his face was looking at the sky, he felt the bigger dragon’s paw shifting a bit, as the weight was transferred on it, pushing down on the dragon’s hind legs, which sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. He saw the big white and red paw hover above the upper part of his body. The toes twitched and wiggled a bit, dividing the dragonic soles into a sea of wrinkles that made Vharr blush very hard. Then, the paw suddenly fell down on the dragon’s face and torso, smushing him down to the ground, as his face was sinking into the deliciously soft part of the bigger dragon, and he was now completely plunged into the cheesy scent of his paws, which were way smellier than the little dragon’s. As DoruGreymon grinded his paws on the delighted face, Vharr felt the warmth and sweat of the gigantic paws falling on his whole body. His body was now shaking with pleasure, as he felt in his own little paw paradise, as he moved as best as he could to rub and smooch the sweaty soles which he could see the prints of. His tongue gathered the smell and sweat of the Digimon’s sole, eventually managing to slide between the big Digimon’s toes, feeling the skin rub on his exposed body with every movement, as his face almost comically plucked out from between their claws. He started furiously lapping on the black claw that was on his left. He felt his warm tongue push at the cold hard material as the big toes squeezed the little servant’s face between them, lightly smushing his face between them, and as DoruGreymon wiggled his toes, the black claws rubbed Vharr’s blushing cheeks. Vharr could hear the deep and content moans of the bigger dragon as he moved his toes on top of the crimson dragon’s face, gently rubbing on his forehead while he kept grinding his other paw on Vharr’s hind legs. The little dragon stuck out his tongue and licked under the black rounded material, as the claw rubbed back and forth on his face, eventually plucking its tip into his mouth for him to suck and lick, while blushing and moaning madly. This claw worship session lasted for a few minutes, as after each toe cleaning, DoruGreymon would gently move on to the next claw.

The front paw’s worship ended, DoruGreymon moved forward, leaving a bit of time for Vharr to catch a grasp of fresh air, before planting his hind paws right on the smaller dragon, one covering his head and torso, the other one covering his legs and paws. He repeatedly lifted and lowered down his sweaty feet on his paw toy in a sort of walking motion, smothering Vharr under his strong giant soles on many occasion, before keeping his paws on his captor for good. Under the smelly hindpaws, Vharr had almost nothing else to do than enjoy the softness and smell of this pair of paws that smelled way cheesier and was way sweatier than the previous pair, probably due to their nature forcing them to remain on the ground more often than the front paws. This pleased the crimson dragon though, as he hardly stuck out his tongue again and resumed his worship job, hearing the echo of the big creature’s deep moans and content snicker. If the sweat and smell of the previous pair had stuck on his scale quite difficultly, the patches that these ones were containing were way easier to gather, as they had sunk into the soft material in a deeper level, holding more of this previous liquid. Having cooked under these paws probably for the whole day, the remnants of sweat had made themselves very easy to gather due to their newfound warmth and malleability. This didn’t displease the captive of course, as he gleefully gave a try at pushing his face as deep as possible into the material, which was even softer than the previous skin he had been under, due to the same temperature variable that made the sweat easy to get. Vharr tenderly licked and managed to get his front paws to lift up and touch the pillow surface, as he could feel the blood traveling through the wonderful dragonic paws he was under. He brushed his hand paws to the maximum of his ability, which wasn’t much due to his very limited possibility to move under this fleshy prison, but this limited movement was enough to hear DoruGreymon giving a moaning sound to his contentment, enjoying the preview of a massage Vharr was giving his smushing soles. He slightly pushed the sole with his available fingers, as he saw the skin sink a bit as a thread after the passing finger before bulging again, taking its natural form once again. DoruGreymon grinded his soles again, rolling Vharr’s body on its stomach, before smushing his toes on him, trapping his head between his claws once again, eager to get another toe claw worship session. As he rolled his toes and the ball of his feet on Vharr’s body, kneading it like dough, the little dragon got to his job again, kissing and cleaning each toe claw again with his tongue, claws which were, just like the rest of the hind paws, sweatier than the front paws’, to his delight. He licked for a few minutes, and after he eventually finished cleaning all of the claws, Dorugamon appeared again, seemingly pouting and crossing his arms.

“You had enough for now, it’s my turn now!” He exclaimed, seemingly jealous of the time I had spent under the giant’s feet.

- But I was having so much fun with him... DoruGreymon responded. You know what? We can organize something to have him both at the same time.

Dorugamon’s eyes sparkled again as he smiled from ear to ear and nodded positively. DoruGreymon lifted his toes a bit, before scrunching his foot on Vharr, as he felt the skin gently compress and stick to his entire body, before the gigantic dragon sat down on his rump, extending his big legs and feet forward, while the crimson dragon followed, completely stuck to the sole of the white and red dragon. He found himself facing Dorugamon, whose cheeky smile face Vharr’s puzzled expression, before he sat down as well, in the same position than his bigger companion, and he quickly thrust his left hind paw on Vharr’s face, pushing his face backwards in the mattress that was DoruGreymon's soles, while pushing his other paw on the dragon’s exposed stomach, drumming his toes on both of the spot.

“Hope you don’t mind the smell~” He snickered.

Vharr only answered by sticking out his tongue for the umpteenth time, flattening it on the purple dragon’s sole, thoroughly licking Dorugamon’s heel to make sure he wasn’t missing any spot. The Digimon would occasionally curl his sole on his worshipper’s face, forcing the wrinkles to push on his forehead and muzzle, trapping Vharr’s tongue between them for a split millisecond before the tongue would break free and keep his track to spot and clean any bruise or patch of sweat that were on the tasty heel. He would then spread his toes around on Vharr’s face, as it would make him able to see his in-between toe area, that the crimson dragon internally noted as a future target to clean later. During this tease with his left foot, Dorugamon made use of his right foot to keep rubbing and scrubbing the dragon’s now sweaty body from DoruGreymon's own hind paw. He dragged his foot along in circular motions, pressing hard enough to send a chill of pleasure down Vharr’s spine, while he kept drumming his toe claws on his servant’s muscles. The crimson dragon, although taken by the thorough cleaning he was giving Dorugamon’s left foot, found the force to break his arms free of their fleshy container that was DoruGreymon's sole, and grabbed the pushy right foot, gently kneading his finger into the arousing body part, as Dorugamon had started moaning after a gasp of surprise. Vharr’s thumbs moved in the same horizontal fashion on Dorugamon’s soles, and as he had the occasion to feel the “blood” pulsating through the giant dragon when he was under his soles, he felt the same kind of back and forth pulsation that indicated how oxygenated, and thus muscular the foot actually was, despite its softness. He pressed on Dorugamon’s foot arch to feel the strong muscles and bones giving its meatiness to the rest of the entire foot. He brushed the part up and down with his whole finger, and then with his hand claws only, and as it seemed to be the most sensible part of the purples dragon, he could be heard trying to hold out a discrete wheeze, while moaning at the same time. Vharr expertly balanced the two activities, as one especially well placed rub or lick on one feet caused a timid reaction to the other as well, blessing the Crimson dragon with the feeling of rolling wrinkles under his never satisfied finger and face. He moved his maw to the sole part now, which was about the size of his head, making him have to tilt his head up and down to track the entirety of the ever moving sole, which cascading wrinkles was delighting both his view, and his smell, as the movement would always waft a hint of cheesy smell that the dragon must have had forgotten earlier. While lapping the delicious sole away, right on its transition between its purple and white colour, the dragon had also changed its rubbing zone on the other foot, as he was now grabbing and happily playing with the Digimon’s toe area, touching and manipulating around the big and soft white spheres that were Dorugamon’s toes, rubbing his finger under, between, and on top of them, feeling the flesh of the draconic Digimon bend under the pressure of his fingers, seemingly welcoming into a warm and soft bed. This same pulsating motion was present in the three balled area, except that this one’s was more centralized. He had noticed during the little occasions he had to touch his own feet, that probably due to their digitigrade constitution, the blood flow was way more important on a draconic creature’s toe area than on their soles. This was especially true about Dorugamon, and about DoruGreymon too, as when he thought about it, he noticed that the wall he was carved into was gently rubbing his back the same way that Dorugamon’s toes were unintendedly rubbing his pointy fingers. Dorugamon lowered the paw that Vharr was licking, as its toes were now facing the worshipper’s muzzle, carefully scrunching and spreading the sumptuous digits right in front of the crimson dragon’s delighted eyes, whose tongue started lapping at the tender spheres, wrapping around them and catching their slight salty taste, which made both of the dragons moan. Vharr thoroughly licked the gap under and between the toes, methodically cleaning each one of them one after the other, starting from the bottom, and stopping at the base of the claws, which he reserved for later, while the pointy tips were hypnotically swaying above the dragon’s forehead. He would then start lapping at the gap between two toes, casually sliding his tongue from the left toe, going down to slither his tongue along the in-between area, and coming back up on the right side of the next toe, covering the whole area with his warm exotic saliva. The three toes eventually went through the bathing that Vharr was providing, as the non worshiped paw kept scrunching its toes and claws on his stomach, gently scratching and grinding the scaled skin of the submissive creature, while enjoying the sole rub it was given to at the same time. The paw moved on the dragon’s chest, applying its soft and warm pressure on it, as it sent a shiver of excitation down Vharr’s spine.

A few minutes later, after the dragon had finished licking all the toes, Dorugamon chuckled and lowered his now sweat covered foot on the dragon’s chest, at the same height than the one that was already there. He then started sliding his soles sideways on Vharr’s muscular torso, which was feeling both the warm and sweat eroding from the right sole of the Digimon, and the cold sensation of his saliva being returned to his body by the left sumptuous sole. Dorugamon smiled and wiggled his digits while rubbing Vharr’s chest and shoulders, as the tip of his toe claws were sticking out right in front of the dragon’s mouth, waving him to welcome them inside the moist cavern that was his maw. To which Vharr obliged, as, while grabbing one foot, he plucked one of the large claws in his
entire mouth, dancing his tongue around it from the insides of the warm and moist cave. Despite being sharp, Dorugamon’s claw didn’t seem to hurt Vharr’s tongue, as he happily lapped at the black tip and cleaning it of any speck that could have lodged into it. He did that with every claw, sucking up and down to cover the entirety of this particular part of his feet before plucking it out and sucking on the other one, encouraged by the rest of the paw scrunching and rubbing his chest and throat with the numerous sole wrinkles he was creating with his flexible foot movements. The three claws of the left foot were cleaned one by one, but as Vharr grabbed the other foot to give its claws the same treatment, Dorugamon forced his three toe claws in his maw at the same time. This got the worshipper to widen his eyes of surprise, before a blush appeared on his face and his eyes half closed, as he deeply moaned, resuming his cleaning duty on the arousing claws. This time, he could feel the three toes wiggling in his mouth, rubbing his sharp teeth and tongue, leaving a sweaty trace that the dragon would more than happily go back to lick in the goal of feeling this slight salty taste he loved so much. After a few minutes of foot licking, the bigger dragon made his deep voice resonate.

“Alright, I think you earned the right to come back to your forest.”

- Aaw, does it mean that the worship’s over? Dorugamon whined, disappointed that the pleasant cleaning had to stop.

The Digimon retreated his huge paws, giving them a last wiggle for Vharr to see, before leaning forward and pulling him from the fleshy restraints he was stuck in. The crimson dragon was so deep in the sole at this point that the purple dragon had to actually put a lot of his strength in his pull, before Vharr was finally freed, leaving a deep dragon form imprint on the gigantic sole.

- We can always call him back whenever we want, DoruGreymon replied with a cheeky smile, as he scratched the now exposed sole of his hind paw with his other one, turning it back to its original shape.

A bit dazzled by the strong pull, Vharr took the time to stretch out his limbs, getting back to his feral position after having been moved around since he had been teleported to this strange new world, before getting startled by a light “Thud” sound right next to him. Looking at the source of the sound, Vharr recognized the same little device that had brought him to the digital world. He didn’t have the possibility to say a thing, as the light emitted once again from the device, blinding the dragon a second time, as the last thing he recognized was Dorugamon waving him goodbye. A few seconds later, as Vharr’s eyes adjusted to their new environment, the dragon realised he found himself back in the forest, as dawn had ended and night had set, illuminating the canopy of its starry sky. The red dragon was right where he was when he discovered the strange technology, as it was laying in front of his front paws, seemingly turned off. Vharr looked very confused as the memories of his stay in the digital world flashed in his head once again, but also seeming so… Distant and unreal. Was it all a dream, has it actually happened, he couldn’t say anymore, but the recollection he had of the even was more natural than he could ever feel. Upon realising that he felt extremely tired, he decided to not think about it too much, at least not for tonight, and laid down on the wide branch, closing his eyes for the night.

THE END

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