Before shattering the attacking digimon, it had gotten off a strange attack: black chains, or cords, or spiralls, spilling up from its body and smashing into Gabumon. It hadn't stopped Gabumon from attacking back, but even as the digimon's data faded the black bands around Gabumon's body grew more stark, intense.

"Matt," Gabumon slurred, dazed. He looked... sick?

Matt's digivice activated, drawing power not from his Crest but from the strange black helixes twisted around his body. Plumes of black force burst from them, twisting together to pour back into the churning mass of data that was Gobumon digivolving, and when the transformation finished in a burst of light--

That wasn't Garurumon. Or, it was, but-- instead of his pale blue fur with dark stripes, his fur was an inky black, with stark, silvery stripes. He staggered on his paws, stumbling. And, where Gabumon had been... flushed, dick spilling from his slit in a throbbing, erect mess, Garurumon was...

Matt stared, a flush high up on his cheeks as he stared down at Garurumon's dick. He swallowed heavily. Garurumon was panting, hoarse and wet, sides dripping with sweat, and -- dick incredibly, impossibly hard. The black coloration across his fur had changed his cock, too: vivid purple-black, with bulging, pulsing veins banding across its length. It was gigantic, like nothing Matt had ever seen. Sure, he'd-- he'd seen Garurumon's balls before. Sheath a little tube between his haunches. He'd never seen him _hard_. Now, he was... extremely, incredibly hard. So hard it looked like it hurt. His dick was bigger than one of Matt's arms.

Garurumon made another soft whine, cock kicking, and he spurted out a messy spray of backed-up pre all across his underbelly, soaking his fur. Syrupy cords of pre drizzled down, splattering like rain across the grass beneath.

If it was to help him-- if Garurumon needed help. Matt would do anything. He curled his hands around Garurumon's cock, mortified at the needy, panting whine Garurumon let out at the touch. His cock was burning hot in his hands, like a furnace. So slick with fluid that it nearly slopped out of Matt's hesitant grasp. It flexed and shuddered, loudly slurping through his fingers, and Matt clenched down, gripping it tighter, only to have Garurumon howl, hips jerking, and erupt in a massive plume of grimy, grey-black pre, splattering all up his arms in a wash. Matt flinched back at the contact, like having a bucket of water upended across his front, and Garurumon's cock slipped from his grip: hanging off Garurumon's body, too-huge, swaying under its own massive weight. It lurched, spilling pre down in watery gushes, and Garurumon whined, hips hunching forward to fuck the air, trying to find Matt's touch.

"Garurumon," Matt said, voice barely a whisper. "Does it... does this... help?"

"Maaatt," Garurumon panted, voice rumbling, distant. "I need-- it hurts-- need to--" He panted, sides heaving. "Need to breed."

Matt's face was burning hot. He'd never thought about-- that wasn't even how digimon reproduced! But, with whatever virus infecting him, there was no reason why digimon _couldn't_ reproduce that way. No reason why they couldn't... have that kind of desire. Matt was stiff in his pants; he'd been ever since he'd seen Gabumon's dick. Even in this situation, scary and weird. The sight of a fat, bulky digicock; the way its slimy surface caught the light; the hot, spicy tang of it that only got more intense when he digivolved. The feel of his shaft, sliding through his hands.

Matt grabbed ahold of Garurumon's cock again, and they both groaned. He stroked it, oily black pre wet and slimy under his palms, loudly slurping and squelching, and Matt found himself panting in time with Garurumon, whining when Garurumon's breath caught, when his cock throbbed. Pre splattered all across his hands, dripping down his wrists in slimy cords, and he just leaned in closer, breath coming fast and hot.

A gush of pre sent hot droplets splattering across his face and Matt realized how close he'd gotten: entire body curled around Garurumon's shaft, face only inches away from his gigantic, reeking digicock. His pre was spicy, almost burnt-tasting, with a bitter aftertaste, rich and heady. Matt closed the final distance, mashing his face against Garurumon's cock, tongue hungrily lapping up his rank, foul-tasting pre. They both groaned, Garurumon's voice a feral growl, and he lurched forward, rutting his slimy shaft all across Matt's face, drenching his head in gush after gush of thin, watery pre. A hot wash of slime spilled over his cheeks, flooding his open and panting mouth, and Matt just moaned, needily lapping along Garurumon's immense wolf dick. He was-- doing this to help Garurumon. Matt moaned, rutting his dick against Garurumon's giant shaft. He squeezed his eyes shut, the rough slide of flesh on flesh, pre soaking through his pants, smearing across his dick, unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He came with a reedy moan, hips jerking, spurting his load into his underwear, and the release didn't make the dizzy, needy desire flooding him ebb at all. He was still wantonly moaning against Garurumon's cock, hands slurping as they pumped across his dripping length.

Matt, focused on worshipping Garurumon's cock, wasn't paying attention to anything else. When Garurumon lurched upright, it startled him, knocking him off his perch across Garurumon's underbelly and into a heap on the slime-drenched grass.

"Maaaatt," Garurumon growled, still dazed, panting. But his limbs had stopped trembling; instead, they were poised to pounce. His eyes were glowing red, more and more intensely. "I need you," he said, voice low and rasping, cock shuddering, pissing out pre all across Matt's back. "You're mine. Mine to breed." He panted, black tongue lolling from his mouth, and he lunged: jaws snapping closed around Matt's clothes. He twisted his head, ripping a ragged line across the back of Matt's shirt and also tearing apart his pants entirely. He spat, shreds of fabric stuck between his fangs, and leaned down: slobbery tongue lolling from his mouth and dragging between Matt's legs, lapping up the smears of cum across his still-hard cock, tongue probing back behind his balls to dig into the crack of his ass. Drool poured down his tongue, frothy spilling over Matt's skin, and Garurumon dug in, sloppily laving across Matt's ass, tonguetip digging into his asshole.

Matt shuddered, mind still dazed: dizzyingly aroused, head cloudy. The heat of Garurumon's tongue burned across his skin, wet and hot, and the swipe of his tongue against his asshole sent of overwhelming burst of pleasure through him. He spread his legs, needily rocking back into Garurumon's touch, letting out sobbing moans each time Garurumon's tongue caught and dug deeper, pushing into him, spreading him open.

Garurumon's tongue pulled back, leaving his hole slick and open, dripping slobber, and Matt let out a sob, feeling cold, alone, without Garurumon's tongue digging into him. Then Garurumon mounted him: paws bracketing his body, underbelly hot above him, corrupted cock a sharp, hard brand jabbing against his legs, slopping his blackened pre all across his skin. Garurumon shoved into him with a frenzied thrust. Matt gasped, flesh stinging from the stretch, body aching. The sudden intrusion was-- new. Strange. A fat, hard thing jolting inside him, stretching him, jerking his body back and forth as Garurumon humped forward, lost in a frenzy, just crooning and growling above him. A plume of pre gushed into him, a wash of burning heat, and Matt groaned, rocking back deeper onto Garurumon's enormous wolf cock despite the ache of the stretch. He needed Garurumon's cock inside him. More, deeper. He curled his hands into fists, tearing at the sodden grass beneath, and rocked into Garurumon's thrusts, fucking himself on his enormous wolf dick as Garurumon humped forward, violently jabbing his cock deeper.

Garurumon's knot throbbed, half-hard already. His cock lurched, cum gurgling up his shaft to erupt in watery spurts inside Matt's guts. They both groaned, lost in a frenzy of mating, mindlessly jerking their bodies together.

There was an itch across Matt's hands. Blearily, he opened his eyes, staring down: he was growing fur across his hands, where they'd been most thickly-smeared with Garurumon's tainted black pre. His nails were pushing out into stubby claws, and he could feel taut pawpads bulge from his fingertips, framed by a spray of soft fur. Black fur, like Garurumon's. There was another spurt of cum inside him, spilling across his inner walls and gurgling deeper, easing the way for Garurumon to pump deeper into him, cock wetly slurping with each thrust.

"Garurumon, ah," Matt moaned, both hands -- paws? -- braced against the ground, shuddering as he took each thrust. Above him, Garurumon snarled and slavered, black drool spilling from his froth-covered lips, forming syrupy strings that splattered down across Matt's stretched-out arms. He could feel it soak into him, its-- code? sinking into his own, rewriting it. His fur grew from patchy lines to a solid coat, shaggy and matted down from Garurumon's drool.

Garurumon's thrusts grew brutal; frenzied. The wet _slurp_ of pre spilling out of him grew louder, punctuating each gut-rearranging thrust. Wet tendrils of slime splattered down the back of Matt's thighs, spilling down in slimy streams. His entire body throbbed with the force of Garurumon's cock, flesh warping to take his giant wolf dick. His guts shuddered, weakly flexing as Garurumon's cocktip tapped against some barrier inside him, some bend in his guts, and with a burning pang Matt felt himself open up: Garurumon's cock piercing deeper inside him with an overwhelming rush, a burning intensity of his cock opening him up so deep, deeper than he could've ever imagined anything fitting inside him. Garurumon was reshaping him to make him into the perfect cocksheath.

Matt came with a sharp cry, cock spurting out his load onto the trampled grass. Above him, Garurumon howled, fucking into Matt's spasming body, and the soft, rubbery mound of his knot slammed into Matt's ass and then, with hardly a hitch, mashed deeper, popping into his stretched hole with a single moment of pressure and pain before it settled inside him, immense and boulder-like. Matt sobbed, cock still sharply flexing, body clamping down hard around Garurumon's swelling knot.

Garurumon erupted into him like a firehose: burning hot cum spraying sharply into his already-flooded guts, sloppy and thin, gurgling loudly as it pumped deep inside him. Matt desperately hung on, hands curling around Garurumon's forelegs. His knot pulsed in his ass, each spurt of corrupted cum inside him sending a wash of heat through his whole body.

Something inside him shuddered, muscles spasming, and his stiff cock gushed out a watery mess of cum, pouring out of him in a heavy flow. His cum was grey-tinged, threaded through with thin lines of black, and as he writhed, impaled on Garurumon's cock, his cock flexed and warped, swelling up like he was getting hard again: cock thudding with heat, swelling fatter, longer. There was a weird uneven pressure as his cocktip extended, stretching out into a canine point. His foreskin loosened, sagging down his shaft in weird rolls before collecting around the base of his dick in a heavy sheath, fur itchy as it prickled up across his warping, swelling sheath. His balls, jerking beneath him with Garurumon's lunching thrusts, grew fatter and fatter, sagging lower.

Matt whined, cock erupting again, spewing out a filmy silvery-grey mess of cum. He came in pulses, wrung out of him by the throb of Garurumon's knot, and his spurts darkened and thinned, becoming identical to the corrupted slime gushing from Garurumon's cock, filling Matt's guts: a thin wash of translucent black slime, pouring out of him in what felt like endless spray. His cock burned, an ache forming at the very root, and it was with a dizzy pang of heat he realized that was his _knot_: swelling inside his sheath, slowly forcing the loose flesh back. It burst out into the open with a splatter of slime, piling his sheath up behind it. It was a fist-sized lump of hard flesh, tiny compared to Garurumon's monstrous knot plugging up his guts, reshaping his body around its bulk. It throbbed, dark veins squiggling across the surface with each throb, just hanging off his body as an immense, misshapen club, forcing him to piss out his load all over the trampled, sodden grass below.

"Mine," Garurumon growled above him, knot beating hard inside him. "You're mine, Matt. All mine."