TLC by Crimson Fox
Disclaimer/Warning: Just in case ya needed another reminder, this story has sexual content in it that is unsuitable for those under the age of 18 (or 21 depending on where you live). Oh, and call off the lawyers because I don’t own Digimon, though I wish I did XD. I do own my stories though, make no mistake. Enough of that though, now for what we all came here to see…
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“I can’t believe this, why do I have to be sick and on a weekend. What a waste.” sighed a young, red-haired woman as she lay on her futon, under a secure blue blanket.
Darkness was veiled across a bedroom with a only a sliver of light poking from the closed blinds, dimly reflecting off of the white walls and timber furniture of the lady’s room. Along the square room shelves of trophies and awards for card games and academics adorned the walls. The air about was stale, the window closed to hoard away the warmth from the bitter winter outside. In the focus of the room though was the resting redhead, Rika, who was awakening after enduring a night of vomiting, the sickness of the season not kind. This of course made the strong willed girl displeased, the thirteen year old not liking the prospect of being locked up all day alone with the exception of her digimon as her mother had to work and her grandmother was away in the middle of shopping trip. Outside white flurries danced across the winter skies with the great sun signifying the start of another brisk, but refreshing winter’s day, which filled Rika with disgust. She sulked at the situation from her position on her futon, but knew she had to accept it; her flu ridden body could not leave the house today. “Renamon.” Rika called, wishing for the company of her digimon, though she would not admit it directly.
At once a blur appeared to her right until it fully phased into the room. The figure revealed herself to be a gorgeous fox womon equipped with purple gauntlets. A thick coat of golden fur covered her body, with exception of the creamy white fur on her paws, chest, and of course the tip of her fluffy tail. Tall and slender, the digital kitsune looked down to her tamer, Rika. “Rika, I see you’re awake. Do you feel any better?” she asked with her cool voice, knowing full well the disease the human had dealt with fortnight.
“A little I guess. I can’t believe I got sick. I hate being cooped up.” Rika uttered as she looked into Renamon’s sapphire eyes.
Renamon nodded her head in acknowledgement, “I know, but you do need your rest. Your mother has already told me you are to stay in bed today before she left for work.”
“Great, a day of lying around doing nothing, I’m soooo excited.” Rika replied in obvious sarcasm.
A slight frown went through Renamon’s muzzle as she only wished for Rika to be happy. “Don’t fret. Time will pass before you know it.”
“Whatever. Could you get me something to eat?” the disheartened tamer asked, her empty belly quite famished.
“Of course, just give me a moment.” Renamon replied with a strangely concerned look, perhaps saddened by the girl’s misery.
In an instant however, Renamon was gone, the kitsune teleporting out of the room using her unique digital powers. For the moment, Rika was alone as she stared at the ceiling and pondered. (“Renamon, always there and willing. I’m very lucky to have her. Still, even she can’t to a thing about this damn flu. I hope I don’t die of cabin fever.”)
With that inner declaration, Rika grabbed a nearby book she had been reading last night and began diving into the world of fiction within. Ten minutes passed as the redhead took in the ocean of words describing a story of thrilling mystery and horror. The tale was a tad dark, but to Rika that was just fine. Distracted by the tome, the young woman didn’t even hear Renamon reenter as she declared, “I have your lunch Rika, I hope you like chicken noodle soup. I made it myself.”
Rika was a little apprehensive about trying the steaming meal since some of Renamon’s previous endeavors in cooking were less than perfect to put it lightly. Meanwhile, Renamon kneeled down to place the simple plastic tray with the said bowl of soup on top, the digimon hoping this time her dish would succeed. Seeing the careful eyes of Renamon, the tamer did not want to seem rude and so she took the spoon and scooped a portion of the heated broth. Carefully she tried to transfer the soup to her mouth, but her body, trembling mildly from the fever, could not keep the silver utensil steady and as a result spilled the chicken mixture on the floor. Frustrated at her failure, it was no wonder Rika cried, “Damn it!”
“Rika, if you’re having trouble I can help you.” Renamon sincerely offered, ready to aid her struggling tamer.
A small scowl crossed the fiery girl’s features as he retorted, “What are you going to do? Spoon-feed me?”
“Well, I could.”
Rika was taken back by the fox womon’s response, but the teen did not want to seem weaker than she already was. “I’m not some baby, Renamon.”
“I would not think any less of you Rika. We all need help sometimes.”
A silence filled the air for a moment as Rika considered if she should accept Renamon’s assistance, which she did, but Rika did not want to seem useless. Therefore, she disguised her answer with, “I suppose I don’t want the soup to get cold, but if you tell anyone about this I’m going to have a new fur coat.”
“Of course, but you know you can trust me. I’ll always be there for you.” answered Renamon as she moved her creamy white paw to the spoon in Rika’s hand.
Her three fingered digits grasped the instrument with ease and with a cautious hand advanced towards the steaming bowl. Slowly Renamon fed her tamer who accepted the spoon-feeding, filling the sickly girl with the delicious, soothing soup, much better than Rika expected. Soon enough, the broth had been full devoured by Rika who merely said, “Thank you, it was good.”
“Any time.” Renamon answered with a hint of delight of her successful meal before phasing out of the room again, this time to put away the used bowl and tray.
As the golden kitsune left for the moment, Rika looked over to her blue D-power, the strange device that is always by her side. The digital device was a reminder of her bond with Renamon, something the redhead held dear as she let out one simple word, “Renamon.”
“You called?” Renamon asked, as she teleported in to room upon hearing her name called.
“No, I was just thinking about a few things since there’s nothing else to do. Sigh, I wish there was a quick cure to this crap.” Unhappy with her flu weighing her down, Rika lightly punched the spare pillow next to her.
“Well, perhaps a nice bath would make you feel better.”
Rika thought about that prospect, thinking how pleasant the calming, temperate water would feel on her drained body. However, that was the very problem in which her weary body would never make it to the bathtub in the sickly condition she was in. “A nice thought, but I’d rather not embarrass myself. Unless…”
“Sure, just let me take care of everything today. Now just hang on to my paw.”
Thoughts of how pathetic she seemed, passed through Rika’s mind, but she found herself giving into Renamon as she reached out for the fox womon’s paw. (“Hmmm, I forgot how soft her fur was.”) Rika said to herself as she felt her body being warped along with Renamon.
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A mere second later, Rika and Renamon were in the Nonaka family bathroom. It was a luxurious lavatory floored with cerulean tiles and flower print wallpaper. The shine of the sun through the window bounced off of the polished ivory facilities, in particular an inviting large whirlpool bath. Rika used Renamon for support as they went towards the bath, the redhead just barely remembering to grab a dry, white towel from the rack. “Uh Renamon, I think I can take from here.” Rika said, a slight blush coming over her face as she began to undress.
Despite that statement though, Renamon stayed as she saw her tamer struggle to take off the red pajamas on her sickly body. “Rika, you’re having trouble. Allow me to help.”
That slight pink blush from earlier magnified as Rika stuttered, “Uh…uh no, I’m perfectly fine. Just wait outside.”
“There’s
no need to be embarrassed. It’s just
“Well…I…I guess it would make it quicker.”
Rika’s slightly pale face was a now a bright pink as she felt Renamon help strip off the ruby colored clothes, first unbuttoning the red nightshirt followed by the matching pants. Now the girl was in only her white bra and panties, a state Rika had never been in before with Renamon watching. The redhead felt like hiding under a rock as she turned around and let the vulpine digimon finish removing her garments. First went the brassiere to the floor, revealing Rika somewhat developing chest, shortly joined by her cotton panties, uncovering the human’s bare pussy and ass. Completely modest about awkwardness of exposing her body, Rika quickly went for her towel and wrapped the absorbent cloth about her body. This all seemed funny to Renamon who just chuckled at her tamer, who was scrambling to cover her body. Of course, Rika couldn’t see the humor from her prospective as she answered, “Ha ha, very funny. Just get the water ready for me.”
“Certainly, but you know there’s no need to be so shy. Most digimon don’t even wear clothes ourselves.”
As the sexy fox womon turned the handle of the spa, Rika gave off her trademark scowl. “Well, in case you forgot, I’m not a digimon.”
“You shouldn’t get so mad, you have a beautiful body.” the digital kitsune admitted as she watched the warm, steaming water pour from the faucet.
“You think I’m…” Rika shook her head in disbelief as she continued, “…Renamon, you’re just saying that. C’mon, I’m no model like my mom.”
“Rika, you shouldn’t be so modest. After all, why else would all those boys act like fools in front of you?”
The redhead seemed to take the comment as a joke as she replied, “Please, those boys always act a like a group of jokers. Don’t even get me started with Gogglehead and lizard breath.”
“You have a point there, but still they aren’t all bad. They have done a lot to prove themselves.”
As Renamon turned off the knob to cut the flow of hot water, Rika chuckled at Renamon’s words, distracted from her modesty for the moment. “Yeah I guess you’re right, they’re our friends after all, even if they are a group of goofballs.”
“Indeed, loveable and ridiculous at the same time.” agreed the vulpine digimon as she stepped to side for Rika, the bath now fully drawn.
Though the young lady’s steps were shaky due to her illness, the redhead managed to walk over to the pool of steaming aqua. She flinched for a second as she dipped her foot in the hot liquid, but slowly submerged more of her body as she adapted to the temperature. A gasp of satisfaction left Rika’s lips as her sickly body was encompassed by the soothing comfort of the bath. Slowly the tamer sunk deeper into the warmth as she felt all of her stress leave her flu-ridden system. “Yeah, this is the life.”
Renamon smirked to herself as her sapphire gaze saw Rika pleased. As Rika rested against the side of the ivory tub, Renamon silently snuck behind the bather. With her three fingered paws, Renamon reached out for Rika’s bare shoulders. A shiver ran through the teen as she asked, “What are you doing?!”
“You said you wished to heal faster, yes? A massage should help loosen and relax your body Rika.”
Before Rika could answer though, Renamon began kneading and gently squeezing her tamer’s smooth skin. The redhead didn’t know what to think as her apprehension slowly melted away with the magical touch of the digimon’s furry paws dancing across her tense shoulders. It was only a matter of a few more rubs before Rika was putty in Renamon’s fingers as she laid back in bliss before the kitsune. “Renamon…” muttered Rika as she felt the warmth about her body intensify with every caress of Renamon’s digits.
“Shhh, just lay back and let me take care of everything.”
Rika took that suggestion as she let herself go, locking herself away from the world’s problems for a while as she lost herself to the tranquility about the massage. Only the light rhythm of the redhead’s breathing broke the tranquil silence as she drifted further into a foggy stupor, her muscles loosening with the gentle rubbing. Time almost slowed to a standstill as Rika closed her eyes, the caresses soporific. Energy was draining away from her body from the hypnotic kneading along her smooth back. It was no wonder that a few minutes later she fell into a calm sleep, her feverish body still needing rest to overcome the winter illness.
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Opening her eyes wide, Rika awoke with a shock. She felt around, trying to get her bearings after looking through the vivid images in her mind. Rika could see after a quick scan that she was back in her room and furthermore was in her red pajamas, almost as if nothing had happened. “Wow. That was some massage. It was almost like a dream.” she told herself, her groggy mind and body slowly shifting out of first gear.
The last thing she could remember was falling into some sort of delirium, almost unreal, but it was indeed reality as she felt her dry, clean hair and skin. “I guess it was a good idea, I do feel a little better. Renamon!”
Without a second notice, the golden furred kitsune warped into the room, ready to fulfill the flu-stricken girl’s request. “Ah I see you’re awake again.”
“Uh huh, and I suppose I should thank you. I do feel better. Maybe now I can get up.” Rika suggested as she tried in vain to move her groggy, flu-infested body.
“I don’t think so. You are still sick, so you’re staying in bed for now.” Renamon answered with a stern position, though it was clear she only concerned for her partner’s health.
“Humph, damn fever.”
Regardless, Rika nodded her head in acknowledgement, knowing she could not leave her sheets for now. As she felt her mind ease, her other needs started to arise as she felt her dry mouth thirst for something to quench the orifice. “Say Renamon, could you get me some water and maybe some medicine. I still feel like shit.”
“Sure, just give me a second.” Renamon requested as she teleported out of the room once more to retrieve the said liquid.
With nothing else to do but loll about in sickness, Rika once more took her book of thrilling mystery and haunts, plunging into a written universe of action and murder. Indeed, this imaginative tale gave the girl food for thought as she pondered the answer to this fictional piece of human conundrum.
“Rika.” called Renamon, the kitsune breaking the teen’s chain of thoughts.
“Huh, oh it’s just you.” Rika said with a small surprise as she saw Renamon had returned with a glass of water filled with ice. “Here you are Rika, this should help, but I’m afraid there is no medicine in the house.”
“Great, just great. Sigh, I wish there was some miracle cure. I hate not being to do anything.” The bed-ridden teen set her book down, bookmarked for another day, while she turned to her digimon.
A scowl was still on her lips about the situation as she extended a slightly pale hand for her water, pinker than earlier that morning. It seemed Rika’s rest had helped somewhat as her hand was not nearly as shaky as when she attempted to devour her soup. Slowly the cool liquid ran down her parched throat, cooling down her feverish body. As the tamer guzzled her water, Renamon thought about what she could do to speed her tamer’s recovery until a light bulb went off in her head. “Rika, if you really want a miracle cure there is one way…”
Rika set down the now half full glass of frigid water and turned to her digimon with wonder. “Humph, I hope it’s better than you’re last idea, I’m still not able to get out of bed.”
“Well, I still say you look a little better. Anyways my idea should work, but I’m not sure if you’d…”
It seemed Renamon was trying to avoid her proposal, but Rika had enough as she sighed, “Renamon, just tell me what you had in mind.”
“Very well, you see my body can provide a special kind of milk made of data. The data gives it much stronger soothing and curative properties. I could share it with you.”
Once again, Rika’s purple eyes shot open wide in shock. “You mean breastfeeding?! Okay, even I can swallow down needing help to get to the bathroom, but honestly breastfeeding?!”
“I’m sorry, I just wanted to help you. It was a foolish idea.” Renamon admitted, feeling shame for even suggesting such a preposterous idea.
Renamon nearly felt the urge to cry, her calm demeanor barely holding back a pair of tears. As the vixen looked down in shame, Rika took in Renamon’s sincere words, the kitsune’s greatest wish was indeed to do anything to help her tamer. “Renamon, no, you just wanted to heal me, but why this way?”
“Why, I suppose I was just speaking my mind. If I could enter a store and buy medicine for you I would, but even after all of these fights and struggles average humans still do not understand. They would just call me a monster and a thief.” the kitsune uttered as she knew things were still far from right even after the defeat of the D-Reaper.
“Ha, who cares what others think anyhow? I know you’re much more than a monster, you’re my friend Renamon. And I know you’re only trying to make me feel better.” Rika told with the honest truth as she sat up on her futon to look into Renamon’s sapphire eyes.
“Rika, thank you.” However, those few words could hardly describe the joy brimming inside the fox womon’s heart as she looked into her tamer’s purple eyes.
Renamon could barely contain herself as she bent down and gently hugged the sickly girl in her furry arms, embracing her tamer. Rika didn’t know what to say as she felt the powerful, comforting arms of her digimon surround her, the tempo of her human heart picking up. Despite her earlier misgivings about such emotions Rika returned the hug, wrapping her slender arms around the vixen. In the midst of this tender moment Rika declared to her kitsune, “If you really want to then I guess I could give it a try, but it’s our secret, understand?”
“Understood. You can trust me with a doubt. Now, since we’re already this close, I’m sure you know what to do next.”
A nod of certainty was the response Rika gave as she released her arms from Renamon’s torso and instead aimed for the digimon’s chest area, covered in a thick tuft of white fur. Her slightly pale hands brushed away the chest fur and saw a couple of white furry breasts, matching the color of the fox’s belly. The young girl could now see a pair of rosy colored nipples on the tits, the source of the mammalian digimon’s sweet milk. Taking the leap of faith, Rika went for the right nipple, her mouth latching onto the furry breast. Quivers ran through Renamon’s body as she felt the human girl begin to suck her melon with vigor. The vixen arched her arm around Rika, rubbing her tamer’s back as the redhead attended to her breast, the nipple hardening from the warm mouth and tongue upon it. After a series of sucks upon the C-cup sized knocker, Rika drew out Renamon’s warm, sweet milk. The calcium rich liquid danced across Rika’s taste buds, the data mixture already soothing the girl. She guzzled down a fair amount of the fox’s breast milk, but found the right breast had now run dry for the moment. Renamon could see Rika was no longer sucking her breast and considering she wanted Rika to get as much as possible she suggested to her tamer, “Don’t be shy Rika, just use the left one.”
“Okay.” the redhead said with a lick of her lips, a few droplets of white liquid left.
As Renamon continued to hold Rika close with her arm, the teen had begun feeding from Renamon’s left globe. Slight sensations of bliss ran through the golden kitsune’s body as her tamer sucked her white, furry breast for more of her sweet liquid, something Renamon was more than happy to share. Rika was not blind though, the girl could see Renamon was obviously enjoying the attention to her tits. (“I wonder if she’d like this.”) Rika thought to herself as her right hand went for the free breast.
Renamon’s breath grew short for a moment as she felt both of her dirty pillows receive some sort of pleasurable treatment, the left sucked by the hot orifice and her right fondled by her tamer. “Rika…” she uttered in bliss, as milk started to squirt out of her left breast and into Rika’s accepting mouth, the girl thoroughly enjoying the breast juice of her digimon.
Slowly Rika sucked and let the warm milk trickle down her tongue and throat, happy she had gone through with this, unusual to say the least, activity. However, it wasn’t long before Renamon’s breast had run out of milk for the time being, signifying the end of the breastfeeding. The sickly teen unlatched her mouth from the Renamon’s hardened nipple and looked to her kitsune with a pleased look in her eye. “Well, I guess that wasn’t so bad and…” Rika had a slight blush on her face as she continued with, “…you taste pretty good too.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
A yawn escaped Rika’s lips as she heard Renamon’s words, her mind quickly becoming sluggish and blurred as she barely able to ask, “Renamon…what is…is this?”
“The milk must be stronger for humans, don’t worry you’ll be fine, you’re just a little sleepy.” the digital kitsune explained as the room spun around for Rika.
“Yeah.” as the only response the redhead gave as she felt a calming, almost hypnotic feeling drape over her body as Renamon slowly set her back down to her futon.
Renamon looked to her tamer, seeing her flu-ridden partner begin to nod off peacefully. “Don’t worry, you’ll wake up soon enough.”
“But Renamon…I…” was all that Rika could say before her purple eyes shut, her body drifting off to the sleeping world.
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“Wha, what?” Rika asked in utter confusion, her eyes opening wide as if she had just woken from a dream.
She found herself as she had the two prior times, dressed in her red pajamas, and under the same blue blanket. Everything seemed ordinary, but Rika recalled the memories and wondered, (“Okay, that was a little weird, but I do feel a lot better. Maybe now I can get out of this room by myself.”)
Slowly the puzzled teen drew the room’s musty air into her lungs as she declared, “Good thing too, I need some fresh air.”
Rika slowly arose from the comfort of her blue sheets and managed to stand, though her body was evidently groggy as she stretched her waking muscles. “Ha, no stupid flu is keeping me down.”
Indeed some energy was now flowing through her veins, the prior trembling no more along with most of the paleness her skin had exhibited earlier. Eager to exit the stale bedroom, Rika emerged into the central hallway of her home, lined with various paintings of flora of every kind of color and shade imaginable. Things seemed rather quiet except for the soft tap of Rika’s bare feet and the hum of something at the end of the dimly lit corridor. Closer and closer Rika silently crept, unsure what the noise was but to her relief it was just Renamon watching television. An afternoon light illuminated the white walls as well as the golden kitsune, laying back in the burgundy couch and watching television. As the monotonous voice of the newscaster played in the background, Rika took a seat next to the kitsune which in effect awoke the half-asleep the fox womon. “Huh, oh Rika, you should be in bed.”
“Relax
Renamon, I’m feeling a little better and that room was getting stuffy. I doubt sitting on the couch will kill
“I suppose that’s true, but take it easy. If you overexert yourself you could get sick again.”
After giving Rika her good advice, Renamon looked again to the lit television as she explained, “I’m afraid though that there is nothing on,” before she flipped off the television with the nearby remote.
The screen became blank as Renamon turned to her tamer who seemed to be thinking deeply about something, the look in her purple eyes serious. “Rika, is there something wrong?”
“No, I’m just thinking about a few things and about what happened today.”
Rika wasn’t sure if she should share, considering if she were to answer there would sure to be more questions from that one answer. It seemed Renamon was curious about what Rika was talking about however, the vixen asking, “Really, what kind of thoughts?”
“Nothing really, just about you and me. About how you’ve been taking care of me and stuff.”
“Ah, I see. I’m glad it’s been helping you. I was worried after last night after you kept vomiting. It’s a shame you’re not resistant to diseases like me.”
“Yeah, but it hasn’t been all bad. At least I’ve got you.” The purple eyes of Rika looked straight at Renamon as if there was something more she wanted to say.
“Rika, that’s so…nice?” the vixen asked with puzzlement for her human partner only opened up on rare occasions.
“Yeah it is, isn’t it?” Rika sighed, as if she had something on her chest.
“Rika? What is the matter? Please tell
“I don’t think I should, it might…I mean it’s probably just the fever anyways. It’s nothing.” the young girl replied, hoping Renamon would buy into her lies.
“Ah yes, but sometimes nothing can mean something.” Renamon stated, picking a piece of knowledge from her clever brain.
The red-haired tamer felt her body splitting in two, part of her wanting to release the truth, but another kept telling her that it wasn’t right to think such things. Unsure how Renamon would react, Rika tried to indirectly withdraw from the conversation. “Maybe, but these thoughts don’t seem right.”
A shake of the fox womon’s triangular head countered that attempt though, as the digital kitsune wished to get to the bottom of the mystery behind the anxiety steadily becoming more apparent in Rika. “Nonsense, I’m sure it can’t be that odd. You can tell me.”
The truth was fighting with all of its strength inside Rika’s heart, the teen weakening from the desire to talk and understand the fantasies. “I wouldn’t even know how to begin.”
“Just let it out.” Renamon merely stated, the fox digimon always one to get to the point.
“But if I do, then…well I’m not sure what you’d think.” A slight pang ringing through the redhead’s young heart with those words.
“Rika, you can trust me and I could never think badly of you, but if it is really uncomfortable then you don’t have to say anything.” Wanting to reassure her distressing partner, Renamon placed one of her white furry paws on her tamer’s shoulder to comfort the nervous girl.
The teen looked to her digimon’s ice blue eyes, the orbs showing only sincerity. Her heart drummed faster, as she thought about taking the leap of faith, but fear commanded more reassurance. “No, I want to, but promise me you won’t freak out or anything.”
Renamon chuckled upon hearing Rika’s words as she explained, “I don’t freak out.”
“Right, well just in case get your barf bag ready, you see, sometimes when I look at you I wonder if we’re more than just friends or partners. I have been thinking a lot about what you mean to me, but every time I get scared. I get worried about what you would think.” Rika started with a deep breath.
The white tipped ears of the vulpine digimon took in every word her tamer had to say, twitching occasionally from the juicy details as a slight blush formed on the rookie’s face though hidden by her golden yellow fur. It did not take long for Rika to speak some her mind, but the cold silence afterwards seemed to last for millennia. Rika just wanted to disappear from the face of the Earth at that moment as she hung her head down in shame, the flu-stricken girl sure she had offended Renamon. Renamon on the other hand was in deep thought about what had just been exposed. (“Could it be? I know we are close, but… Hmmm, that must be the reason why she is so nervous.”)
She had to be certain though of her interpretation of those words though as she asked her tamer, “Rika, do you love me, more as just your friend?”
“I…I don’t know.” she nearly whimpered, the usually strong willed femme fatale on the verge of tears, her heart bewildered by the great meaning behind that one question.
Turmoil and despair filled her human soul as she uttered, “It wouldn’t even be right.”
“And why might I ask?”
Shock ran through Rika’s skin as Renamon’s question seemed preposterous, the moral dilemma being obvious. “Renamon, we’re both girls, and you’re a digimon and I’m a human…” she argued though the wells of her heart were about to burst as she continued, “…and…I…I…love you.”
With that, Rika turned away from the kitsune as a few salty droplets of sorrow fell to the earth, the girl ashamed of the feelings her heart was telling her were true. Anger and fury of the highest caliber was what Rika was sure Renamon was feeling after the declaration. Images of Renamon shrieking at her and leaving forever tormented the corridors of the redhead’s mind. Terror clawed at her trembling soul as the rhythm of her panting and beating heart grew to a fever pitch. The air surrounding her felt thin and tense like the confines of her love muscle, the worst sure to come she thought. Renamon seemed to have made her decision though as she reached out and grasped Rika’s shaking shoulder, sending a fresh wave of shivers through the human’s body. Rika was sure this was the end, her head telling her, (“So this is it, she’ll tear me apart and then leave.”)
Contrary to Rika’s predictions, Renamon did not have a menacing scowl or even a slight sign of disgust as she merely said, “See, was that so hard?”
Rika’s teary, purple eyes opened wide as she spun back around to speak, completely overwhelmed by Renamon’s calm question. “What is wrong with you?! Don’t you see I’m just a pathetic fool, can’t you see how wrong it is!” the tamer cried as she latched onto her digimon’s furry torso and drowned her tears in the fox womon’s coat, burying her head in Renamon’s lean stomach.
Renamon’s comforting paws returned the favor as she held her tamer close, the golden kitsune wanting nothing more than to be there for the Nonaka child. “Rika, there’s no need to be ashamed. If this is how you feel then you should embrace it.”
For a moment there was only quiet, not a word being exchanged from the two until Rika raised her drying eyes from Renamon’s taut belly. “Why bother? Like you feel the same.”
“You don’t think I have feelings for you. Rika, you mean more to me than you can ever imagine, but I could barely begin to describe how I feel. You showed kindness and helped me grow stronger, showed courage when you tried to save me from Harpymon, and when I left for the digital world you told me how you really felt.” Renamon looked to her tamer not with a glare of daggers, but with a comforting gaze of sapphire as she held the red-haired teen to her warm, furry body.
“I remember, I said I love you.” Rika recalled, repeating the words she told her kitsune the day they had left, the kitsune she desperately missed for weeks until her friend Takato stumbled upon the digital portal, leading to the reunion of the tamers and their partners.
Rika could not ask for a greater wish to be granted when Renamon returned to her, the cracks of her longing soul filled her friend by her side again. She thought things had been settled, but with the emergence of those recent thoughts and the comfort the fox provided new feelings were inspired. Regardless of Renamon’s acceptance of her love, Rika still seemed to be doubt. “I don’t understand how can you love me anyways, me a human girl who doesn’t even know the first thing about love.”
“Species and gender don’t matter to me Rika, I look at you and I see someone who means the world to me.”
Renamon then lifted one of her furry mitts to stroke Rika’s cheek, catching a stray tear from before. The teen didn’t know what to say as she hugged her digimon’s midsection as she let her heart soar with the truth it held. “I feel the same, you are more than data, than a digimon, than a friend, you mean everything to me Renamon.”
A mutual aura of love of shared between the two as they embraced, neither wanting to be separated. A sparkle seemed to be in their eyes, Renamon’s icy sapphires against Rika’s purple orbs, the two longing for more of each other. “Rika, let me teach you what love means.”
Not waiting for an answer, Renamon drew her muzzle forward and gave her tamer a lick on the lips with her canine tongue. The thick muscle left a trial of warm saliva as it sent a shiver of anticipation from Rika, who knew what she wanted now. Rika mimicked Renamon as she leaned forward and withdrew her tongue, trying to taste her way through Renamon’s furry lips. There was no objection as the kitsune opened her muzzle and released her own tongue to meet with the human’s smaller muscle. Together the two joined in a French kiss, tangling and twirling their pink tasters, swapping spit with passion. The room seemed to heat up with the kiss as they tongue wrestled for several minutes, soaking in the tender moment as the afternoon sun shone through the window on the two and illuminated the lovers. After what seemed like eons to the two, Renamon broke off the mouth-to-mouth, allowing herself and Rika fill their lungs deeply with oxygen. Renamon was far from done though as she asked her tamer, “Do you wish to go even further?”
The kiss had left Rika’s heart humming and her face pinkish as she replied, “Sure, just lead the way,” the teen curious to try more with her digimon.
“Good, now remove your clothes. I don’t think you’ll need them for what we’ll be doing.”
Rika nodded though she was a little embarrassed about undressing in front of Renamon as she had only done it once the girl still had her notions of modesty. A bashful glow of pink ran through Rika as she lifted her red nightshirt and dragged down the elastic of her pajama bottoms. Renamon’s eyes widen as she saw more of her tamer’s smooth flesh, now covered only by a white bra and panties, the sight exciting the golden kitsune as she thought of all the raunchy things she could do with the redhead. The vixen would not have to wait long as Rika unclasped her bra revealing a pair of developing breasts and rosy nipples. Under the light, Renamon could see Rika’s skin was now a good deal pinker than earlier this morning, signs Rika was recovering well as the redhead pulled down the rest of her undergarments and revealed her bare and inviting cunt. “How lovely, you look good enough to eat.”
“Heh, not so bad yourself.” Rika remarked as she crimsoned, obviously bashful about being seen in her birthday suit.
A small chuckle was let out by the fox womon, “Now there’s no need to be shy, it’s perfectly natural. Just lay back and don’t worry about the little things.”
“Well excuse me for being a little nervous. This is my first time.” the redhead huffed as she followed her digimon’s suggestion, as she rested her back on the couch.
The soft fibers kept her skin comfortable as she watched Renamon, now leaning over her body with a sly look in her eyes, the vixen likely experienced at this sort of thing. Not a word was spoken as the furry creature lowered herself so that her muzzle was positioned about the tamer’s budding mounds. With her warm, wet muscle, Renamon caressed and swirled Rika’s nipple, causing the gentle flesh to harden. Quivers of delight ran through Rika as her kitsune tasted her tits, switching back and forth between the two. As the teen squirmed and blushed from the attention her rack was receiving, Renamon’s furry white paws started to reach for her porcelain smooth ass. “Oooh Renamon…” Rika gasped as her sensitive backside was rubbed by Renamon’s huge digits, each grazing the perfect skin with silky smooth fur.
The young woman was quickly melting from the tenders she was experiencing, the beat of her heart growing with each lick, each rub. Cunning as always, Renamon knew just how to please her tamer as she dragged her muzzle downwards, leaving a string of laps and kisses. Shivers ran down the girl’s spine as she felt more and more of her body become consumed by the tongue bath and by an urge for more. Renamon’s strong muscle steadily ran across her tamer’s abdomen, gracing the thin stomach with its probing almost causing Rika to laugh as her ticklish flesh was coated in the kitsune’s slurps. While the redhead stifled her giggles Renamon’s adventurous tongue continued its downward path passing by the waistline to her true target, Rika’s nether regions already beginning to dampen from all of the light stimulation rocking her body. A smirk ran across Renamon’s muzzle as she plotted her next move, letting her tongue dance across Rika’s labia and clit. With moans and greater gasps, Rika more than accepted the pink taster driving her nether regions to ecstasy. Like a lollypop Renamon licked, the golden kitsune making sure to stroke all along Rika’s pussy lips and excitable lovebutton. Long and slow the laps went making Rika produce more and more of her pre which Renamon was than happy to slurp, liking the human’s slightly bitter but mostly sweet sex juice. Of course, Rika was the one who was truly thrilled as her lusty body desired more of the magnificent muscle, the swollen lovehole wishing to be fucked by the tongue. Luckily for the horny girl it was all part of Renamon’s plan as she pressed her muzzle closer to Rika’s vagina. Hot air was breathed on the rosy flesh, sending another wave of shivers through the redhead as Renamon aimed her tongue. With a light thrust, the vixen’s long tongue was inside Rika’s hotbox, a grunt of pleasure being emitted from the tamer who cried, “Gods that good! Keep going!”
Though all Renamon was receiving nothing but Rika’s juices for her carpet munching, the delighted look on the sickly girl’s face was reward enough for the digital kitsune. And so she resumed eating her tamer, lapping and slurping against the teen’s warm innards, stretching and filling the slick lovehole. A chorus of moans and groans broke through the silence of the house, left alone for the two this day. Sweat droplets were quickly covering Rika’s body, the intensity of the pleasure growing with each frictional lick of the fox womon’s muscle. The real shocker though was what Renamon did next as she used her cold, moist nose to rub Rika’s clitoris, sending a second jolt of bliss through the young woman’s system. Cries and loud moans of rhapsody echoed through the sitting room, the tongue-fucking and clit rubbing washing over Rika’s body in heavy waves. As Renamon flicked her nose across the sensitive genitals, her tongue was still at work, burying itself deeper into Rika’s crotch that was now producing even more of the pre juices. The thick scent of sex filled the fox womon’s nose increasing her addiction to her tamer’s taste as her pink snake burrowed deeper into the orifice. A foggy lust was taking over Rika’s sweaty, blushing body, the girl desiring release as the drum of her heart beats ever faster. Instincts were awaking as the redhead started humping the huge canine-like tongue pumping in her pussy. Renamon’s face was completely pressed to the girl’s nether regions as she tried to continued Eskimo kissing Rika’s lovebutton while keeping in rhythm with the bucking cunt she was eating. Rika’s body was trembling from all the pleasure, Renamon knowing just the right spots as she thrusted and drove her tongue to the limits, back and forth with ever greater speed. A fire soon grew in the teen’s belly, her need to release on the horizon. “Renamon, I think I, I...ahhh!!!” she screeched with one last grind of her warm innards and Renamon’s great tongue.
She squealed in satisfaction as her pussy orgasmed, drenching Renamon’s face in girlcum. With that Renamon retracted her face and tongue to lick the sex juices off of her muzzle which she had to admit, “Mmmm, sweet. You have a pleasant taste, Rika.”
Rika was too enthralled by her exhaustion from climaxing to answer, her pants the only response. While the redhead took deep breaths to recover her strength, Renamon slurped the rest of the sweeter juices off of her mouth, liking the taste as she finished the last of the cum on her face before moving to Rika’s spent vagina. She took a few quick licks and cleaned Rika’s pussy which gave the girl a short quake of joy before returning to afterglow. The vixen savored the flavor swishing in her mouth as Rika felt some of her body become coherent again. “Wow, that was…was amazing Renamon.”
Indeed, Rika had never had such an orgasm, Renamon’s carpet munching far more effective than her human fingers. A slight grin was on the golden kitsune’s face, happy Rika was pleased, “Glad you thought so, but I think you should sleep now. You are still sick and I would not want you to have a relapse.”
“But wait, don’t you want me to lick you?” Rika asked with confusion as she wondered why Renamon did not want her fair share of pleasure.
“Oh don’t worry, there will be plenty of time for all that and more if you catch my drift.” the vulpine rookie answered with a glint in her sapphire eye.
“Alright you win, but I want you to sleep with me. A sick girl does need to keep warm after all.” the femme fatale tamer said with the same knowingness.
A small laugh was let out by Renamon, seeing her human partner was beginning to become more comfortable with her. “I would be honored.”
Rika reached out for Renamon’s furry white paw, just as how the vulpine digimon extended her hand for Rika’s smooth digits. They connected and without a moments notice they were gone, teleported into Rika’s room.
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Under the blue sheets, now lay Rika and Renamon, both wrapped about each other. A great aura of warmth was shared between the two, both peaceful and deep in sleep. Rika’s naked body clung to the digital kitsune like a stuffed animal and likewise Renamon was embracing Rika like a prized treasure. Only the light breathing of the duo broke the golden silence, tranquil dreams of each dreaming of the other played through their minds. Their love was indeed genuine, both sincere about their feelings as slept together in serenity. Despite their differences, both can see the other for what they truly are, each a part of the other intertwined, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
The End