Flamedramon and his stomach growled.
He was mad, and he was hungry, and Davis was going to keep his promise to feed his Digimon one way or another!
The Armored Digimon of Courage grabbed hold of his human and dragged him off before he started to rip the human's clothes off.
As hungry as he was, he didn't want to get those clothes caught in his throat, and they would dry and tasteless anyway.
Davis was understandably shocked.
"Flamedramon! Wait, what are you doing?" He struggled in his Digimon's grasp, and soon lost his jacket and shirt.
He got a hungry smirk in response. "What do you think? You said you'd feed me, and I'm holding you to that. Your clothes would get in the way."
One look at the hungry predator's eyes, and he knew his partner was telling the truth.
The Digimon's stomach growled louder, and he impatiently tore off Davis' pants as well.
Desperate, the human took advantage of the little time he had to try and bargain his way out of this.
"Wait! Wait! I can still feed you! You don't have to eat me! Please, Flamedramon!" He pleaded desperately.
Davis was down to just his underwear as Flamedramon finished pulling off the struggling human's shoes and socks.
He paused to consider.
Eat his human and teach him a lesson?
Or spare his friend and give him another chance?
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.08 seconds at 3:20am on Jan 24, 2025 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author