Warning!
This lemon does not contain Hentai! *Gasp* Yes seriously no Hentai but it does lead to other chapters that contain it so although this one has none, I don’t want kiddies addicted to the plot and their little hands reaching for their…yeah. So I guess all that’s left for me to say now is I don’t own any of the characters featured in this fanfic (Bandai, Toei Ownership) and to enjoy the “Fake” lemon. ^_^
It was a crystal clear indigo night over Shinjuku. The birds chirped their merry tune as a red headed youth trudged home in silence. Her mood was as per usual, always angry at something or someone. Yet this evening Rika’s combat enabled mind was focused on wishing. Wishing that she could be just as powerful as Renamon and not feel like such a pawn in this game of Digi-chess.
Sighing she pushed open her front gate and walked along the cobblestone path to her door. As usual her Grandmother’s cherry red face and welcoming smile greeted her and the usual, subtle bombardment of her mother’s gloating about how excellent her day was. Rika just smiled weakly and retired to her room, exhausted.
“Rika? Is that you?” asked her Digimon, materialising.
“No it’s Wormmon, who do you think it is?” She spat, angrily.
“What’s wrong?” asked Renamon, calmly.
“Nothing! You always think there’s something wrong with me don’t you, you always think that I’m not as good and perfect as you don’t you?” Demanded the fiery tempered female.
“So your problem is with me then is it?” Asked the yellow fox, looking deep into the tamer’s blue eyes.
The females gazed at one another before the human gave in.
“It’s just that I want to fight with you when we destroy other Digimon” She confessed, sitting on the floor with tears rolling down her pale cheeks.
“But you do Rika, you help me by swiping the cards, you give me battle orders... Without that I’m done for” Comforted Renamon, holding the crying tamer to her furry chest. “Don’t cry mistress Rika…”
“But I want to be just like you Renamon, I want to be that fox in purple armour that kicks digital butt”
Renamon just smiled. “Well I like you as how you want to be” She whispered, drying the redhead’s eyes delicately with a paw.
“Thanks…”
The fox stood up, cradling her tamer in her muscular, furry arms. The patch of fur on her chest had now became sticky from tears. Gently she lay Rika on the bed and headed for Rika’s own private shower. Before entering the steamy waterfall she slid off her gloves and laid them down on a chair beside the door.
Rika began to play with her cards and Digivice, trying out new battle techniques, but yet her eyes couldn’t be distracted from the deeply lilac armour that lay on her chest of drawers. She would look back to her equipment for a few seconds and her eyes would, as if magnetically, dart towards those purple gloves. Slowly she crept over, like a curious feline, and reached for them. As her fingertips touched them she felt a buzz of electricity zip up through her arms. Carefully the young tamer slipped the gloves on; She cried out in shock as her whole body began to merge and form getting hairier and taller. A bushy foxtail sprouted from her ass and claws replaced her fingers. Before she could cry out she felt extremely exhausted and could barely keep her eyes open.
“Renamon….” She wept silently before collapsing.
Renamon, oblivious to the events that took place in the room, stepped out of
the shower, drying herself with a warm, fuzzy towel. As she opened the door she
nearly died of shock. A Renamon, about her size lay in a heap with her gloves
on and glossy red fur…
“Rika…” Breathed Renamon, kneeling down next to the unconscious, now rather
furry Tamer.
She laid her into the bed, not knowing what else to do. What could she
do? For one thing she doubted even Rika’s open-minded grandmother would accept
her grand daughter as a Digimon, This was all her fault…
“R-Renamon?”
The fox spun around, but Rika’s heavy eyes were still shut.
Dreaming…oh Rika…why’d you do it?
Renamon reached for her purple gauntlets, tugging them with difficulty;
it was like the redhead had super glued them on. She yanked at them for a good
5 minutes as gently yet forcefully as she could, before remembering what she’d
been told about the gloves:
“These gauntlets are like children…once they find an owner they like, only the
new owner can remove them…”
The yellow fox sighed heavily; this night was too much for her…yet…Rika
looked…cuter…in this form…sleeping…
The Renamon blinked forcefully as certain devious images crept into her mind,
deciding to call it a night…Rika’ll have to give her the gloves back sooner or
later…
The End!
Yes, it was a short one…but
heck it’s the start of a good Yuri series so I PROMISE you’ll get nice foxy
action in the next episode!
Author: GMSG
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