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A quiet night on the beach. The moon reflected on the quiet, glass-like surface of the sea as a massive creature walked around on the sand. A gray-skinned walrus-like giant with a large spiked shell over his back and a mask of orange fur covering his face, crowned by a single white horn, looked for a long-forgotten place in this lonely corner of the Digital World.

Zudomon, as his species was known, dragged his fur-covered feet and his massive hammer along the sand, looking at the full moon high up in the sky. The sight of the white giant caused him some nostalgia, but he kept going, decided to reach that old place...

And there, in the sand, standing proudly was that rock that so many times he had visited in his childhood. At first sight nothing was special about the rock, other than having it as a landmark. But back in the day, when he was nothing but a little Gomamon, the rock would seem as a divine ladder leading up to that nostalgic moon he had fallen in love with. And despite his increase in size, the rock still carried that same meaning deep down.

Zudomon dropped his hammer and unfastened the leather belt around his chest, dropping the large shell on his back and stretching as he finally stood up straight after all day. He sat on the sand, next to the rock and started rubbing his sore shoulders.

"It's been quite a while since the last time I was here," he said, more to the rock than to himself. His hand lowered from his shoulder to his chest, gently groping himself as he remembered all those time when he had come to this same place growing up.

Yes, this rock could tell many stories about that small Gomamon that would come almost every night to admire the moon, the stars and the vastness of the sea. This spot could tell many stories of that Gomamon slowly losing his innocence as he started exploring the many joys of adulthood.

Zudomon grunted gently as he felt a slight, familiar pressure between his legs. He chuckled and mentally berated himself for letting something as fleeting as a memory make him react like this, but nonetheless his hand slowly travelled down his defined abs, his fingers tracing the thin slit in his crotch as a pink head slowly made its way out of it.

He lied down on the sand, his gauntlet-like left hand reaching for his chest with his clawed fingers scratching his nipple as his erection made its way out. The cool beach breeze clashed against his sensitive flesh and sent a shiver down his spine, just like it had so many times before evolving.

His hand closed around the hot rod, his thumb softly pressing against the tip, sending small jolts of pleasure through his body. Soundless gasps escaped his mouth and his thumb kept pushing upwards, smearing a small dribble of warm precum around it.

Zudomon remembered all those times he had done these same things in this same place; all those nights playing with his own developing manhood, experimenting, finding new ways to make himself moan and transform his body into a mess of sensations, always ending as a panting, sweaty mass of flesh and fur. Now most of the fur was gone, but not his experience; his own contact made him tremble as deep grunts rose from his chest.

The stimulated member started oozing more and more pre and it started seeping between Zudomon's fingers, covering itself with a slick coating. Zudomon started slowly pulling up and down as more sounds of approval travelled up his throat and his hand started gaining speed.

The remaining hand that had been massaging his torso went down his sides and under his legs, playfully poking the hole hiding between those muscular buttcheeks. Zudomon gasped loudly at the touch of his claw; he wasn't a big fan of waiting, so he pushed forward, gritting his teeth as he entered his own tight hole, increasing the pace of his jerking.

It had been a long time since Zudomon had discovered his preferences. The feeling of being invaded, of an object pushing through his insides, going deeper with every thrust was something that he considered exquisite despite having never felt anything beyond his own fingers. But how he anxiously waited for the day another man would love him enough to push forward, his dripping cock sliding down that tight ass, ramming him with raw power, making him beg for more until he was filled with his lover's warm seed as their lustful roars united.

Zudomon let out one last primal roar as his own load shot with astounding strength, landing in his mouth and covering his chest, filling the creases between his abs with his hot cum as his ass clenched around his finger. His sweet taste fell down his pipe, sending him into a small daze; he was always amazed at how his cum was so seed, unlike the supposed salty flavor he had heard of.

His orgasm finally died down and he was left as a panting heap of beating, sweating muscle. His hand released his softening member and went up to his chest, his fingers dancing around his seed and covering one of his nipples in it, playfully slathering it with the sticky fluid. This was nothing but a personal game; something that enticed him.

Both his arms quickly fell to his sides as exhaustion started to win and his heavy eyes started closing. His last sight was of the moon, that white giant in the sky that so many nights had been sole witness to Zudomon's sessions. The big walrus-like creature couldn't help but wonder what the moon thought of it, and then mocked himself for such a ridiculous idea. And yet, that moon had been his most loyal companion for all those years...

Perhaps Zudomon would've kept pondering about it, but his eyelids finally closed, his breathing slowing down as he fell into the hug of his slumber, watched only by the moon, as usual.