Jeri: Kid Gloves Come Off

Hokay, this is a yiffy/hentai/naughty-gonzo fiction first off, so don’t go thinking this is going to result in some sort of sane, happy time, okay? It’s a porno story. And if you’re not old enough to view/read pornography, git to gittin’!!!

This is a Digimon Hentai fanfic, involving Leomon and Jeri Katou. It involves M/F Cons/Rom Oral sex.

Jeri never knew her father. She knew her mother. Her mother stayed at home; then she stayed at the hospital, then she died. Her father she had only seen ever since she was a little girl, and even then, he was more of an abstract. Her father as only seen in rare glimpses as she grew up… even as her mother wasted away, her father was never around. He simply had never been able to get the time.

But such is the life of the Sarariman. The Salary Man, that faceless, nameless cog turning in Japan’s economic juggernaut. He woke up at 6am to clean, throw on a business suit and grab a briefcase full of papers from the night before; eating a meager breakfast on the Kansen to the center of the Tokyo; at 6pm he was out of work, at 9pm he was as drunk as the rest of his office colleagues, and on the train back home… sometimes, just as Jeri was drifting out of one dream and into another, she would feel the feint press of lips on her forehead, and a trace of sake in the air over her face.

When her mother died, she was sent to see an old man with graying hair who smiled a lot. Jeri guessed that because he had grey hair and glasses, he must have been smart. He seemed pretty smart, but she never wanted to talk to him. Other adults wanted her to talk to this man, but she wouldn’t… she would play with him though. He’d have a puppet on his hand, and she would have one on her hand… and the puppets would talk… sometimes about stupid silly puppet things… sometimes about what they (the puppets) did during the day, sometimes what they were feeling on the inside. Sometimes, her puppet would miss its’ mother, miss it *alot*. She liked the puppet game, so much so, in fact, that soon she was playing it with everyone, whether they had a puppet or not.

Those hours when she was not at school, she was at the playground, not at the playground, at home. Left to her own devices… there was always money on the table to order food, most of it Jeri saved by cooking on her own, buying groceries at the nearby supermarket, and hauling the often heavy bags over a mile back to ‘her’ home. She’d watch her television shows… and sometimes the ones that she *knew* her mother would never want her to watch. Shows where people took their clothes off, only to be covered up again by a garbled digital fog on the television; it all seemed fairly strange to her, but they were all grownups (well, sometimes older girls in their school uniforms, often with men her fathers age, if she was to guess what his age was), so she wasn’t about to question their behavior.

Takato was her first true friend… and the world that he opened up for her was amazing... she had always watched the show… and had begun to collect the cards with the extra money she had. She ran out of that money when she met Leomon… when he became hers, her life had definitely changed. She began to use the extra money to buy more food, because a nine-foot tall humanoid cat can sure eat *a lot*! She now had someone to watch tv with, until it reached time to go to bed... then Leomon would hide in her room... she didn’t care if her father came in to look at her at those times, she would already be far fast asleep, listening to the deep rumble in Leomon’s chest, a purring snore as he slept near her.

That night Leomon was enjoying something called ‘Ramen’. It was tasty and cheap to make, so it was good for him… although he would prefer fresh meat, he realized that he could never hunt in this city like he had in the wilds of the Digiworld, and the already hunted meat that came from the stores tended to be very expensive, especially with their two mouths to feed. He had noticed that when he helped her carry her food, often in a large poncho, or cloak of some sort to conceal his identity. Often it was already dark when they got home… and as the sun sank in the direction of the mainland, he noticed that she would walk closer to him sometimes even reaching out for one massive paw, insisting that the cloth character on her hand was scared to be alone on the streets. Sometimes, scared to be alone at home, too.

Leomon set aside his empty bowl as the TV flickered with images of the latest idol singers, a foursome of girls, all young, all pretty, all giggling at the end of every sentance. Jeri watched as they were being intervied by a pair of men, who seemed to delight in double entendres at that were not totally beyond her ken. She fidgeted about on the floor, as she weighed the decision of changing the channel as opposed to hearing these girls sing in the next segment. She decided on the former, and looked for the remote next to Leomon.

Leomon took up most of the small couch that was in the Katou apartment. As Jeri neared him, he shuffled about a bit and pulled her with him onto the couch. Jeri smiled at that, and grabbed the remote. She settled in next to Leomon, then forced her way onto his lap. He never offered any resistance to her treatment of him, merely taking it in stride every time she grabbed him by the paw, or streteched her arms as far as she could around him, or pressed her face into his dense, soft fur. He did find himself a tad uncomfortable though, when the soft light weight of the girl found its' way between his legs.

Jeri began flipping chanels at a steady pace cooking, talk, talk, cartoon she didn't like, cartoon she did like but saw already, talk, news, talk, music, drama, news, news, news.... when she saw an animal show on, she stopped. She leaned back as a pair of lions, boy-lion and girl-lion, made their way across the tall grass.

Leomon shifted a bit, now even more uncomfortable. The narration was clearto him, the world around these two lions, even moreso. The girl on his lap began to giggle at the onscreen lions as the female began to kiss at the male. Leomon could tell by the appearance of the grasses that spring was upon the Serengeti... mating season... the female was in estrus. Leomon's nostrils flared, he could practically smell the chemical heat on the other side of that screen.

Jeri burst out into fits of laughter as the boy-lion got behind the girl-lion and started thrusting his hips forward against her. The narration was going on about some such minute detail of lion life, almost completely indifferent and unrelated to the images. They then talked about the juvenile girl-lion and this older boy-lion; man-lion. He had won many fights against other lions, which gave him rights to territory, which gave him rights to females, which gave him rights to hunting, which gave him rights to mating.

Leomon *could* smell the estrus of the female, it hung in the air, trailed through his nostrils igniting his lungs. He was embarrassed by this, he didn't want to think about what Jeri was so profoundly interested in now. She had silenced, no longer rolling about, save for the occaisional energetic fidget. He stifled a groan as he began to truly feel her weight in his lap. That scent of female heat stinging inside him. It *wasn't* a lioness...

Jeri had celebrated on her own a while ago... she heard from other girls that it was supposed to be some sort of special 'congratulations' rice for that event. She never felt the need to tell her father, not that she would have had the chance to say these things to him in person. Not that she would have asked for a little extra money for the day. There was more than enough for her to purchase those items that she needed now. She was becoming more and more like the other girls in class. Her chest was sore at times, especially in the morning. She was growing.

Human females weren't like lionesses, or Leowomon.... from the narration, Leomon learned that his less evolved 'real world' relatives only came into heat once a year. There was a prime difference in the cycles of lions and humans. And Leomon began to feel his reaction.

Jeri mercifully began changing channels again. The mating season segment was now over, and the lions were beginning to bore her. Remote in one hand, puppet on the other, Jeri leaned back into the firm pillows of Leomon's chest. She could often do this, and feel the soft rumble of his purring. It alsmost always quieted her worst moods. But today, that calmness was not there... she could hear that massive heart almost pounding in his chest, as if he were in a fight. Then she felt it. A tension underneath her, she was sitting on something firm.

As Jeri looked up into his eyes, she could feel the blasts of his hot breath on her small face. He seemed tense, and somehow... flustered. As his eyes focusing, staring deeply into hers as his ragged breath steadied. She giggled as a shudder went through when she shifted her weight about on his lap. She knew what the hardness underneath her was. She had seen pictures of it in class, and watched the digital mosaics over it on the TV. She rubbed against it through the cloth, testing Leomon's reaction. She smiled quietly as he closed his eyes softly and let out a groan.

Jeri lifted herself off of Leomon's lap and turned to face him. She spread her legs to straddle his hips, once again feeling the press of his length against her. He smiled weakly at her, and she returned this by lifting her hand and pressing the puppet to his lips.

"He wants a kiss!" Jeri said giggling, the vibrations of her laughter transmitting through Leomon's already strained crotch.

Leomon drew in a deep breath, then pushed Jeri's hand aside. Smiling with an uncommon warmth, he said to Jeri, "But I won't kiss a puppet."

Jeri's smile faded as she clutched her hands to her chest. The Leomon surprised her. He pulled off Jeri's handpuppet... and set it aside. He held her hands in his paws, noting the faded, paler skin onthe one that bore the puppet.

"A Leomon does, however, kiss pretty girls." He bent down slightly to press his mouth to her forehead. It was enough for him to test these unfamiliar waters... he'd leave the rest up to her.

And Jeri took the initiative. Wrapping her this arms around his neck, she kissed him on the mouth. The difference int he size of their heads was immediately noticable, and Leomon opened his wide maw to lick at her misicule tounge. She put her lips to that raspy cat-tounge, and sucked on it, feeling her own mouth being equally enveloped by his massive lips. She kissed his upper lip, then his lower, suckling each lightly. He shifted his head aside, and kissed at her neck, biting at it lightly.

Jeri began to rise against him, standing with a foot to each side of him and Leomon took this opportunity to press his lips to the cloth covering her body as she rose. He closed his eyes for a moment, smelling her. He opened them to gaze up at her now as she ran her slim fingers through his firey mane. She closed her eyes and rocked slightly as Leomon's hands slid up her calves, to the bend in her knees, up her thighs, to her bottom, the massive paws cupping each cheek individually.

She bent down to kiss his forehead, the, grasping the hem of her skirt, freed herself of her dress in one smooth motion. She stood back up straight, erect now, wearing nothing but her panties... she had no use of a bra at this point in her life, the two mild buds only beginning to develop. She kissed him again, and pressed her slim body against his face, her chest touching his lips. She let out a soft gasp as her young nipples were touched by lips and tounges for the very first time.

Leomon continued to paw at her ass, sucking lightly at the developing buds before him. He could feel a force building in him... the power of his limbs strengthening with his lust.... he could tear her in half with his size.... he needed to control himself. He began to purrrrr heavily as she stroked his ears, his cheeks, his jaw. Then Leomon began to kiss his way down jeri's stomach, dipping his tounge into her bellybutton.

Leomon pulled back when he felt her small hands moving away from him. Jeri placed her hands on his shoulders first, and he slipped down partially until he was at eye level with the sweet juncture between her legs. She slid her hands along his massive arms, their muscles as strong as steel. She met his paws, still kneading the flesh of her bottom through her underpants.

Jeri begain to slide her panties off, and Leomon's eyes widend at the sight of her smooth crotch. There were only the barest wisps of hair on her mound, hte beginning signs of her maturation. Jeri leaned onto Leomon, using him to support her wieght as she slid the soft pink cotton down, over the small cheeks, down her legs. Leomon cupped the bared flesh of her cheeks, lifting her slightly as she lifted her legs out through the holes. As she began to kick off the strip of cloth, Leomon slid a paw between her legs. She let out a low, soft moan in reaction to this treatment, and slid against his paw for a bit.

Jeri pushed off of Leomon and shifted from side to side, smiling at Leomon's eyes. He was following each sway of her hips, glancing back up and down from her soft eyes, to he cleft. She dipped forward, touching her hips to his nose, the backed away, bent her legs and kissed him. She began dancing for the sake of her own amusement, to show him her body, to taunt him with it. Jeri spun around, and wiggled her bottom, dipped, pressed her back against his torso and slid down. She moaned at the feeling of Leomon pressing his paws to her young teats, tweaking her nipples, she felt them stiffen agains his palms as she circled her hips. When he stroked her sides, she knew it was time for her to move on.

She stood up, still facing away from him, and bent over. The began to rub his hard member through his clothing, stroking it up and down. Jeri gasped in surprise as she unbuttoned the fly of Leomon's trousers. As his HUGE flesh sprung into fredom, Leomon stroked his tounge against her slit. Jeri looked over his massive member.

Leomon's cock was in proportion tot he rest of his massive frame. Over a foot long, barbed, and thick as a man's wrist, the unsheathed rose flesh reached out to Jeri, throbbing as it was hit by the cool evening air. Jeri's mouth opened as Leomon's rasping tounge continued to lick at the outer petals of her soft mound, kissing and stroking at her cheeks as well. His paws went back to her buds, caressing them, stroking her. She slipped her hands down into his trousers, and cupped the round orbs hidden inside. Jeri pulled free the large stones, each the size of a grapefruit, and began to caress them.

Leomon, for his part, used his thumbs to pull apart her outermost petals, revealing the bright pink flesh of her pussy. He pressed his face in between the small cheeks and with his tounge, found her clitoris, that small hard nub hidden with in the blossom. She tasted of her latest estrus, of slick salt and feminine musk. His purring vibrated his tounge against her, causing her to moan. He opened her mouth around his cock, kissing it's tip as she ran her hands along it's length. But it felt a bit dry to her.

"I have an idea!" Jeri said. After one last grind agains Leomon's face, she hopped off and streaked into another room. After rustling about she quickly returned with a plastic bottle of aloe lotion as Leomon fumbled completely out of his clothing.

Jeri squeezed the bottle, dribbling the lotion onto the tip of Leomon's manhood. She knelt ont he floor between his spread legs and poured the lotiona ll about his length, rubbing it in to slick him up. The cool air felt sharply colder now, her hands ever warmer as she sucked on one large testicle, then another. Leomon stroked her hair, caressing her shoulders, flexed his tail between her legs. She stretched up to kiss the head of his penis, rubbing the sides of the head with her lotion-coated hands.

Leomon gasped as she pressed her tounge into the slit of his cock, coaxing out a drop of precup in the process, This she drank up with eager abandond, then began to rise and fall, stroking her hands and tounge against him. Her diminutive pussy was begginning to drench his tail as he rubbed it against her, and she was letting out continuous soft squeaks and moans as one hand slipped down his shaft, along the thick underside, playing with his balls, stroking the part of his cock underneath the heavy orbs.

It was almost on accident that she began to slip a finger into his anus, but upon noticing his reaction to the attention there, she decided to go with it. Laughing and whimpering, she slipped then two, adding the third, then all four, until finally, her entire hand slipped up Leomon's backside... there seemed to be piece of his cock in *there*, too. It was hard, and she rubbed it as fervently as she attended to the shaft outside his sheath.

Leomon stretched to reach her, lift her and turn her back onto him. She slipped back onto her knees, bent halfway of her couch, one tiny hand pumping in and out of Leomon's ass while the other fondled his balls, stroking his shaft as she slid her tounge agains the meat, licking, sucking and biting at it. "Oh... you naughty little girl..." Leomon moaned in pleasure. He wanted to 69 withher, but knew he could not yet stretch that far. Instead he began to eagerly paw at her soft ass, slapping it lightly in a parody of a spanking. he paused to wet one of his smaller digits with saliva, then pressed it into Jeri's asshole as he spanked her.

Jeri sucked harder, shifted about to grind against his body, soaking it with the juices from her naughty slit. Her bottom was so hot now, Leomon was so big... she could feel a tension with herself. It was unable to contain itself.

Jeri's entire body stiffend as she came for the ver first time. She drove herself against Leomon's length even harder now driving him over the edge. The first spray of come shot into the air as Leomon came with a roar. The noise shocked her, and she quickly pulled away from him, only to be splashed by the arcs of streaming cum. She opened her eyes to watch the jets spurting out, hitting her on the chest and belly. The warmth of it all tickled her, and she closed her eyes to dip back to the spurting cockhead. As the last large globs rose out, resting on the tip, she sucked the thick liquid into her mouth. It was her first taste, and so much taht she almost gagged on it.. but she forced her self to acclimate herself to the thick, salted taste. Opening her eyes again, she looked at herself.. .she was covered in cum, to her delight.

Jeri Ley back on Leomon's torso and began to merrily play with the warm stuff, rubbing his seed into ther smooth skin. "It feels nice." She said to herself. Then noticed a strange feeling in her rear. Leomon had not pulled away his digit, and his arm was at an awkward angle to keep it inside her.... he spun her around however, to a more natural position, and lifted her up by her ass.

Leomon took her in the air, licking at her pussy, bringing her quickly to her second and third orgasms as he carried her to the bathroom. It was there that he brought her into the shower, making sure to spread her legs agains the warm pulsing stream as he washed her. Then carrying her slim nude frame to her bed... lay her down for the night. Her father would be home before to soon, and never notice what had gone on under his roof only a few hours before as his daughter curled sweetly, innocently under her blankets.

Leomon's death would come all too soon. separating him, however temporarily, from his love. It would years before he was grown enough to take her again.. but by then Jeri had thought of all new games for the two of them. She had made herself a lioness suit, with her face showing through, and no crotch, for her to play the part of his mate. She would carry about on all fours and let him rise up behind her, to slide himself against her, for her to wrap her legs around his length and use her hips to bring herself off, to be finally be coated again in his seed. He'd lick her rump with abandon, cleaning her holes with his tounge, and finally, she'd be able to slide his massive length within her body.....