Ah…number 19. Almost to that forbidden 20 mark. I want to say to those who thought I would never make it…well…I’m almost there!!!!! *turns on a recording of applause and cheering*
Well, last chapter was a lime. This one isn’t. I swear to god.
I also realize that there hasn’t been enough of the story altogether, so I am going to extend this series. Something cool has to happen, remember?
Well, here is the new chapter, ‘Time is Short’
Let’s get right into it. Rakamon and Renamon.
They were scouring the city for an opponent for Renamon to pit her skills against. Rakamon had asked if humans were made of data, and maybe they could kill one and see.
“I don’t think so…never tried. I’ll ask Ruki.” Renamon said, after landing on the building she had just jumped to.
Rakamon landed next to her. “Why not try it? It’s not like humans are rare around here.”
“I don’t know…” Renamon took a knee, glad to have a break. She was getting tired, because they had been running around for about 4 hours straight.
Rakamon sat next to her, then sniffed the air. “There is a human near us…” Rakamon stood and looked over the far edge of the building. “There is a human down here, he looks like…well…”
Renamon waved off the comment. “Let me ask Ruki first…”
“I’m tired of listening to her. Let’s do something on our own for once.” Rakamon pouted.
“What if someone misses him?”
“Look at him, he doesn’t look like he has had much contact.” Rakamon pointed out.
It was true. The human to whom they referred was a homeless guy, diving into trashcans for food. It was getting more and common these days. His legs were hanging out of the dumpster, obviously digging through the trash, looking for something edible.
“What makes you think he is made of data?”
“Just a hunch…I think all humans are made of data.”
“Ruki never smells like data.” Renamon pointed out.
“Maybe just the males are…” Rakamon tried to defend his theory.
“Neither has Jenrya. I don’t think we should try Raka…” Renamon looked down.
“Let’s ask the guy. He’d know.” Rakamon suggested.
Renamon was dumbfounded. She had never heard such a good idea before. A peaceful solution was never really heard from Rakamon. “What if he doesn’t know?”
“Why wouldn’t he know? I can feel the data flowing through me, and I know you can. I’m sure he would.” Rakamon said assumingly.
Renamon was convinced. “Okay…we will only talk to him…no killing.”
“Aww…” Rakamon smirked at her. They both leapt off the building, landing silently about 15 meters from the guy.
Renamon approached him, and pulled on his leg. The guy pushed himself out of the dumpster to see who it was.
He had a very gruff voice, and a very gruff face, from years of loneliness and eating trash. “What the hell are you?”
“Are you made of data?” Renamon asked politely.
“What…?”
Rakamon made himself known. “She said, ‘Are you made of data?’”
The homeless guy looked at Rakamon. “Is there a blue one of you, too? A red one? A black one…I’d like to see a striped one too…” He said, almost laughing.
Rakamon seemed stunned. He stood there for a moment, looking very stupid. Then he picked the guy up by his tattered coat. “Answer the question…”
The guy looked down at him. “Aren’t we bossy…”
“I should kill you right now…” Rakamon bared his other claw to him.
“Do me a favor and make it quick…” The homeless guy lifted his head, exposing his neck.
Rakamon was just about to do it, but Renamon called out, “Raka, stop…let me try. Put him down.”
“But Rena..”
“Shush up…” Renamon put a finger on his mouth, then took the homeless guy away from him and put him down. “Are you alright?”
“You should have let him put me out of my misery…” He seemed mad.
“Are you made of data?” She asked politely again.
“What do you mean?”
“What are you made of?” Renamon reworded the question.
“Flesh and blood…probably about two pounds of tar…” A smile broke his gruff face.
“So, if you did die, your body wouldn’t be converted to base data and then absorbed into the nearest life form?” Rakamon said, with a hint of anger. “If I did rip your neck out, data wouldn’t come out?”
“No…” The guy seemed annoyed. “Blood would!!!” He looked at him. “Are you going to kill me or what?”
“I’d like to…” Rakamon clenched his fists, an idea forming inside his mind. Maybe he is lying, and he just doesn’t want to surrender his data… “In fact…” Rakamon stepped up to him, raising his claw for an attack.
“Raka! Don’t!!!” Renamon tried to stop him, but it was too late. Rakamon slashed, getting the guy across the neck, killing him instantly. The blood flowed for a moment, then stopped.
“There…he is out of his misery.” Rakamon looked down at his claw, covered with blood. “What is this stuff?”
“Rakamon, why did you do that!” Renamon was mad now.
“He wanted to die.”
Renamon thought for a moment. Is it wrong to kill a human any more than a digimon…I sure hope not. “Raka, let’s go…”
“You aren’t mad?” Rakamon looked at her. “Good, I thought you had gone soft.”
“Me go soft? You must have a glitch or something.” Renamon smiled, then jumped up to the top of the building they had been on before.
Rakamon looked down at the corpse, his face, of all things, smiling. The corpse’s face was smiling as well. Rakamon wiped the blood off his claw onto the homeless guy’s coat, and then jumped up to join Renamon on the building.
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A dark tower is the next scene, one this author had never described before.
It was in a tall building, close to the center of the city.
Inside, a man, named Yamaki, looked up at his creation. He wore dark sunglasses all the time, even inside this dark room. He flicked his lighter, open and close, as a nervous habit he had.
A female’s voice broke his concentration. “We found the one that popped up about a month ago…heading south.”
Yamaki sighed. “Put a tracer on it…”
“What is wrong sir?” The woman asked, doing his command at the same time.
“Nothing…just do your job.” He looked back up at the massive, dome screen. A small crosshair marked the entity that she was tracking.
“Sir…”
“What?!” He seemed annoyed.
“There are two…their information is about the same.”
“Track them both…send them back to where they came from.”
“It will take about 3 hours…computer’s ETC.” The woman typed furiously on her keyboard.
Yamaki took out a cigarette, and lit it with the lighter he had with him. He took a long drag, let his head fall back, and exhaled the smoke into the air, making a perfect smoke ring. “Damn those digimon…abominations from hell…”
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Time left: 2 hours 46 minutes 31 seconds
Renamon jumped and landed in front of the entrance to her den. Rakamon flashed past her, running to the place where they kept the chocolate.
“Damn…one box left…” Rakamon sighed.
“We need to get more…” Renamon looked around, and sniffed the air. “Impmon is here…”
The named digimon ran out of the room, and up the stairs.
“Should I go after him?” Rakamon smirked.
“I think you scare him enough…what you did to that poor thing.” Renamon said, almost sympathetically.
“So…what do we do now?” Rakamon looked around, putting the chocolate away to save for later.
Renamon thought for a moment, then got a big smile on her face. “I know what we could do…”
Rakamon went over to the pillow bed and lay down. “What is that?”
Renamon jumped gracefully, landing on him, straddling his hips and bouncing a little because of the pillows. “Guess.”
“Cuddle?” Rakamon actually hoped this; he was a little tired.
“No…guess again.” Renamon squeezed his waist tightly, getting the air out of him.
Rakamon coughed for a moment, and breathed deeply. “Squeeze me till you get my juice?”
“Something like that…” Renamon leaned over and started to lick Rakamon’s neck. “Here’s another clue.”
“You want me to take a bath?” Rakamon laughed a little, the closed his eyes and exhaled softly, savoring the feel of Renamon’s tongue.
“Yes, but not right now.” Renamon moved up to his face, licking his nose and kissing him human style.
Rakamon finally said it. “You want to play? What if I don’t want to?”
Renamon bit him, right on the tip of his nose. “You’ll get more of that.”
“Ow!” Rakamon didn’t take the pain gracefully. “What are you? A torturer-fox?”
Renamon smiled and raked her claws on his chest gently, parting his short fur as the claws parted it. “I know you like a bit of pain…”
“So what if I do?” Rakamon’s eyes were still closed, stilling breathing deeply and softly, savoring the mix of pain with pleasure.
Renamon smiled and nodded at her mate. “Be a good fox…will you be my good fox?”
“Sure…” Rakamon laughed a little.
“Okay then.” Renamon got up off him and sat down about 18 inches away from Rakamon. She opened her legs wide, revealing the slight part of her fur, which hid her insides. “Be a good fox and lick me.”
“Can I?” Rakamon asked, then kneeled in front of her and bent down, getting into position.
“Yes you may.” Renamon lay down, feeling Rakamon’s big paws pick up her knees and lift her bottom half off the ground.
Rakamon looked down at her body, from those sapphire blue eyes to the slight part in her fur between her legs. He slipped one finger along the edge of it, then moved along it, slower and firmer as he went down, getting rewarded with a soft moan from her. “Does that feel good?” He asked innocently.
“Yes…good fox…” Renamon closed her eyes and opened her legs a bit more.
Rakamon opened her legs as wide as they could, giving her a slight stretch but nothing that could hurt. He rubbed the area where her legs met her torso, very softly, enjoying rubbing her firm legs through her soft fur. He moved one finger to the slit again, this time pushing it in very gently, rubbing the pink insides.
Renamon smiled and sighed happily. “Oh…good…job…but you aren’t obeying.”
Rakamon looked at her. “I’m sorry mistress…” This felt odd to him, because his mother was mistress to him. “Er…”
“I’m your vixen. I’ll punish you later…” Renamon took a cold tone on. “Now lick me or you get the treatment.”
Rakamon’s eyes opened with terror. Real terror. “No…please don’t…that really hurt last time…”
“So you remember…” Renamon laughed. “Then be a good fox…”
Rakamon nodded and licked the inside of her thigh, dragging his nose up while he moved his lips to her lower lips, and quickly parted them with his nose and licked her button, nice and fully.
Renamon shuddered, almost crying out, but held it down; she was in control and it had to stay that way. She only moaned audibly and said, “That’s good…”
Rakamon continued, using his left paw to hold her trap open, while he licked as deep into her pinkness as he could, coating the heaving walls with his spit. His nose continued to rub her clit, pausing momentarily to breath on it, trying to avoid the ‘treatment’ and pleasure his vixen as fast and fully as possible. He noticed his right had wasn’t busy, so he moved that up her tummy and made a small figure eight around where her breasts would be. The smell of Renamon’s juices was getting to him, he could barely think; only lick and rub, like a good slave.
This wasn’t a problem for Renamon though. She gripped one pillow with a free paw and guided Rakamon’s paws on her chest, trying to get the right spots rubbed at the right time. She wrapped her legs around his face, driving his tongue deeper inside. She cold only think of one thing…more. She wanted more, so she used her tail to tickle herself on the asshole a little. She bucked against his face, trying to come faster. “Raka…more!”
Rakamon replied by flicking his tongue in and out like a snakes, lapping up all the bits of come he could. He pulled her hips into his face more, pushing his entire nose inside. He calmly started to fuck her with it, all the time licking what he could. He felt the signs of her orgasm coming.
Renamon could only rub her own chest now, getting a nice firm cup and rubbing hard, while shouting her mate’s name. Her orgasm was in sight, only a few agonizing seconds till pure ecstasy…she tried to force it out, but she was still on the edge, she tried to push herself over it…and…
Rakamon stopped. He stopped stimulating her as well as he could. His nose was still inside, so he held her hips in place to prevent anymore fucking. All he did was breath in through his mouth and out through his nose, which didn’t tip her off the edge but did keep her dangling over it.
She tried as hard as she could, but she couldn’t make him move. She still had one ace up her fur though. She looked up at him. “Raka…” she said as calmly as she could, “lick now!” She said in a very scary voice. Calm, but scary.
Rakamon responded, not with words, but by giving her a nice, long, infuriatingly slow lick, from the bottom of her slit, into her pussy, getting the aching walls wetter still, and finally ended by looping his tongue around her clit.
Renamon clamped her legs down on his face, screaming for a split second before covering her month. She shook violently, her whole body rocking out of control as the orgasm hit her and hit her hard. She pulled his nose in deeper still, wanting more of him inside her to clamp down on. She whimpered very slightly and collapsed, moaning and breathing deeply as her orgasm rippled from her middle to all around her body. It was quite good. Renamon paused for a moment, basking in her pleasure, then letting Rakamon go.
He withdrew his nose from her and took a deep breath. “Did I please my vixen?”
“Yes…yes you did…now…do the thing with your dick…” Renamon breathed heavily.
“Which one?” Rakamon asked obediently.
“The one where you put that stuff…” Renamon panted a little while getting up onto her knees. “And lie down…vixen will teach you a lesson now.”
“Yes vixen.” He lay down, wonder what and why she was doing this. I haven’t seen her like this for a long time…does it make me less of a male to submit to this? I hope not…look at that Takato…I’d bet he has a blast with that Juri… He smiled. This won’t be so bad…no one is here to see me give in to my female… While he was thinking, Renamon slapped him.
“Wake up!”
“Hey…”
“Pay attention…vixen will give you some pleasure, if you obey and please her.”
“Yes vixen.” He relaxed and sighed as Renamon’s paws started to rub against his crotch, not wanting to lose any time. This ain’t so bad…
Renamon rubbed his pouch with two fingers, alternating firm and soft rubbing. She used another paw to play with his tail, rubbing the base of it. With her own tail, she was tickling the soft part of Rakamon’s lower paws.
The tickling of his feet infuriated and excited him; he couldn’t move…the actual sensation made him twitch. Renamon had never been this forceful before. But he liked being made to do things instead of her doing this for him because it was a lot of work to please her, now she was doing it herself. He moaned softly and felt his rod start to harden and grow. “Oh…Rena…that feels so good…”
“Vixen…I am your vixen!” Renamon squeezed his pouch a little.
He flinched. “Ow…” Rakamon whimpered.
“Now…who is in charge?” Renamon increased the speed of her tail on his foot.
“You are…” Rakamon loved this treatment, despite himself.
“And who is the bitch?” Renamon smiled evilly.
“Isn’t bitch a strong word? What about slave…ah!” Rakamon got his pouch squeezed again. His cock was now at full length, despite his pain.
Renamon stared at his cock, fire burning inside her. “Now…do the trick…”
Rakamon obeyed, placing his hands around his rod, not actually touching it but about two inches away from it. The strange green crystal began to form on it, making his rod, bigger, longer, harder, faster. The crystal stopped forming, after the crystal layer was about an inch thick. It was perfectly smooth and polished and glimmered slightly. It was a masterpiece of improvisational dildo making.
Renamon looked at this new thing, and she licked her lips, almost shaking with anticipation. She told him to sit up, and he did, and then she sat on his lap, rubbing her crotch against the emerald dick. “Good slave…” She kissed him once, then picked herself up and lowered herself onto it, letting gravity set the pace.
It filled her perfectly, it stretched her to her absolute maximum, and not one micron more would fit inside her pussy now. She let herself go all the way down, feeling his hips and his stomach touching hers. After she was totally full and used to it, she looked into Rakamon’s eyes. She noticed that he seemed to be distant, not feeling anything.
“What’s wrong?” Renamon masked her voice with indifference.
“Nothing…” Rakamon said quietly.
“Tell me…Vixen demands it.” Renamon used the scary calm voice again.
“You are still tickling my foot…it’s getting annoying…” Rakamon blushed lightly.
“Well…too bad.” Renamon started to faster with the tail thing. She looked at Rakamon again. “Start doing it.”
“Yes vixen.” Rakamon picked her up, by the hips, and lifted her up to the top of the emerald cock, and pushed her down very hard, going all the way back down to his hilt.
Renamon moaned loudly, holding onto Rakamon’s shoulders as she forced him to fuck her. She felt it go all the way in, filling her up to the max, her walls trying to clamp down but they couldn’t push on it anymore. She dug her claws into him, making him cry out, but he increased the pace now, going faster and faster, going in and out, filling and emptying her. She grit her teeth as her orgasm almost hit. She was entirely too full to come. Renamon screamed out loud, maybe to herself, maybe to Rakamon, “I can’t come!!!”
Rakamon continued to pound into her, not letting her come on purpose. Call it spite.
“Stop tickling my foot.” He demanded.
“Never!” Renamon dug her claws again, deeper this time.
Rakamon couldn’t take it anymore. He dissipated the dildo, which left his bare cock inside her. He pushed her down and fucked her mercilessly, finally getting some real pleasure out of this.
“Raka…ugh…” Renamon came as soon as the dildo was gone, not caring what he did with her now. Her dominance was gone now, but she didn’t care.
Rakamon continued to fuck her harder and harder, getting immense pleasure from her coming pussy, it was very hungry and wanted more and more. He felt his own orgasm coming; wanting to come quickly he finally moved her tail from tickling his foot and used his own to tickle that spot behind his not cut off ear. This seemed to set him off and he did go off, hard, feeling her pussy squeeze on him to get every last drop of his seed, not letting it go till it had gotten that last drop. He gasped, fell forward, and was asleep in a moment or so.
Renamon could barely move, still shaking and quaking from her own orgasm. She finally got herself out from under him and stood, brushing herself off. “I still got it…” Renamon laughed at loud, mostly at Rakamon’s lack of stamina. “Think you could make me run around for hours and get away with it…ha!”
Rakamon stirred slightly in his sleep, moaning her name softly.
Renamon walked slowly to where the chocolate was, opened the box and ate a few, then looked around, sniffing the air. Someone is watching me…but I can’t see them or hear them…
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Time left: 1 hour 58 minutes 08 seconds.
Yamaki flicked his 12th cigarette filter away, and immediately lighting another one. “How much longer!?”
“We are about halfway done…it takes time, Sir. Go get lunch for all of us, would you?”
Yamaki let his cigarette fall out of his mouth. “What do I look like? A waiter?”
“Actually, in that suit you do. I want a meatball sub, and don’t skimp on the sauce.”
The other woman, sitting directly behind her, said, “And I’ll take something light…how bout a salad?”
Yamaki grit his teeth. “Fuck you both…”
“It wasn’t great last time…why again?” The first lady said, and they broke out into laughter.
Yamaki, flustered from that last comment, shouted. “You are being so childish!”
“Well, you aren’t doing anything, so get us some lunch.”
She had a point. Yamaki picked up his cigarette and dusted it off and relit it, taking a big puff. “What do you want to drink…” Do I really need those two…god help me…
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Time left: 1 hour 51 minutes 29 seconds
Ruki and Juri were watching a rerun of Digimon Adventure 02; it was the episode that Arukenimon finally revealed herself to the chosen.
“Juri…you’ve never seen this one?”
“Nope…only one pretty much.” Juri slumped into her chair a little. “Ruki…”
“Yeah…?” She was engrossed in the show.
“It can wait till commercial.” Juri sighed.
“All right…shut up will ya?” Ruki was leaning forward a little.
Juri waited. It took almost 10 minutes for the commercial to start. “Ruki…I don’t want to tell my parents.”
Ruki looked at her, and seemed concerned. “Well…I don’t know what you should do…do you not trust your mom?”
“Actually…she is my step mom…my real mom died a long time ago, and…I promised myself I’d never replace her…” Juri sniffled.
Ruki didn’t know what to do. She sensed the waterworks coming on, but she didn’t know what to do. “Juri…maybe Takato should help you with this…he loves you, he knows you better than me…” Ruki hoped that helped her out.
Juri considered for a moment, then looked up, tears welling up. “Takato…I’ve been so mean to him…I wonder why he even likes me…”
“What do you mean?”
“I force him to have sex with me a lot…I don’t think I’ve done it once romantically and slow…like he wants to…” Juri sighed deeply, wiping away a few tears. “He probably thinks I am some horny girl that will leave him as soon as he complains…”
“Then let him have his way.”
“Huh?” Juri seemed puzzled.
“Juri, let Takato do what he wants with you. I’m sure he would never hurt you, he seems like the kind that would try to please you more than anything…Jenrya isn’t like that…” Ruki looked down. “Jenrya isn’t nearly as gentle as him…”
“I wish, just for once, that he’d hold me down…I want to be under him…I want to let Takato prove himself.” Juri smiled. “I don’t think having your girlfriend dominate you all the time is good for your self esteem…”
“Then go to him…As soon as this show is over, I’ll go with you.”
“Okay!” Juri hugged Ruki tightly.
“Please…don’t do that.” Ruki said, sweatdropping.
“Oh…sorry!” Juri gave her some distance.
Ruki thought to herself. She can be so dense sometimes…but she is a good heart…I hope that mom will get here soon, I am so nervous about that…vagina stuff.
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Time left: 1 hour 32 minutes 44 seconds
Jenrya and Terriermon were playing his new board game, Monopoly. Neither of them had played before.
“Okay…it says here that once you choose your token, or the little silver thing, then you roll the dice…and see who goes first.”
Terriermon was the hat, of course. “Okay…” Terriermon rolled the dice, getting a 9. “Yes! Beat that!”
Jenrya picked up the dice and rolled an 11. “You can go first anyways…”
“Alright…” Terriermon rolled the dice again.
After about 30 minutes of this, Terriermon was winning. “What’s wrong Jenrya? You seem distant…”
“Oh…I’m fine.” He couldn’t have been more of a liar. He was worried about Ruki. Desperately. It was eating him up inside, he wanted nothing more than to be with her and holding her hand. But he didn’t want to risk hurting her.
“No you aren’t…you’re thinking about Ruki aren’t you?” Terriermon nodded.
“Yeah…” Jenrya sighed deeply. “I want to be with her…”
“Then go to her…it isn’t that complex Jen.”
“What if she doesn’t want to see me?”
“Of course she will, why wouldn’t she? I know I’d want my mate to be with me, and I know you want yours with you. Ruki will want you with her…” Terriermon sighed. “Why can’t I find someone…”
“Maybe I should…yeah…I’m going…” Jenrya jumped up and ran out the door, leaving Terriermon and the game behind.
Terriermon shouted after him, “Aww…you only left cuz I was winning!”
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Time left: 0 hours 58 minutes 07 seconds
Juri and Ruki approached the door of Takato’s parents’ bakery, and went inside.
“Hello?” Juri said, looking for someone.
“Welcome you two, what can I do for you?” Takato’s mother was at the register.
“Oh hello…I’m looking for Takato…is he home?” Juri asked politely.
“No, he said he was going to go to the park.” She looked at the two children for a moment. “Tell me, do you know who Juri is?”
Juri sweatdropped. “Uh…I…”
Ruki convened. “Well Ruki, we have to go find him to give him that card back…thanks!” Ruki pulled Juri’s dress and they both walked calmly out of the store. “Real smooth…why did you hesitate?”
“Because…his parents don’t know about us…” Juri blushed and sweatdropped again.
“I think they know you are now…they are pointing to you…and whispering.” Ruki looked in, and saw them pointing at Juri and talking amongst themselves.
“Let’s go to the park now…” Juri ran towards the park, which was a short walk away. Ruki followed.
Inside the bakery, Takato’s parents were speaking.
“I think that tall one might have been Juri…” Takato’s mother said.
“You sure?” His father replied.
“Not 100%, but I think…yes, I know so.”
“Ever since you caught Takato masturbating, you have been so uptight…why? It’s normal for boys to like girls…”
“I found a pair of panties in his room!”
“Really? Wow…that’s deep stuff…do you think they…” His father pondered.
They both blushed. “No, no! Impossible. Takato wouldn’t know about that…”
This is the end of my 19th lemon, and the 15th in the Rena’s Mate series.
Good lemon part eh? I hope you liked it. The idea for the emerald dildo was given to me by a good friend a long time ago.
We end on a lot of unfinished mini-plots…and there is less than an hour left…will Renamon and Rakamon get deleted? Will Juri confess to her parents about her incident? Will Takato’s parents find out who Juri really is? Is Terriermon…EVER going to get some? All these in the next chapter.
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