Kinktober 4: Pups The Guilmon and Gabumon - the latter not wearing his hide - both sat back on their feet, knelt on the ground. Both had masks over their faces, shaped like a Garurumon and Gaomon, respectively, their eyes peering through as their mouths were able to hang open. -c-

Their unattended junk flattened slightly on the floor. Before them, their Tamer stood, grinning; a horned hyena held their leashes. He stepped in close, winding the red and blue leashes in his fist, his shaft extending between them. "Stay. Staaaay... Good boys. Now. Free." -c-