Playtime

(m/f, quite naughty)

(early author's note: this was written after about episode 3, so doesn't include a whole lot of the in-depth stuff we've learned about Renamon so far. Still lots of fun, far as I'm concerned. :) Enjoy. More at the end.)

There was no getting around it. Renamon was bored.

The city was virtually dead. Not that she'd be doing much if it wasn't - especially on a school day. She had tried settling in for a while on the roof of Rika's school to enjoy the sun - but it started to rain shortly afterwards, and she just hated the feel of wet fur, so she relocated silently to a covered ledge outside Rika's classroom. Just her luck - she got to sit in and listen to a thoroughly boring lecture on American history.

Needless to say, she'd made use of her abilities to quietly slip away from the school, idly drifting around to find something interesting to do. But there was just nothing. Nothing at all.

She deftly filched a few apples from a roadside cart and took to the lightpoles again, hopping from pole to pole and surveying the quiet streets below, then perched, unnoticed by the humans drifting by below, on a lighted sign above a small department store.

"I need a hobby," she sighed, munching one of the apples, then chuckling quietly and bouncing the core off the head of a person on the sidewalk below and grinning at the person's confusion as she tried to figure out where the offending apple parts had come from. Renamon pondered whether she might in fact be related to the fictional kitsune she had heard of in Japan, which reveled in tricks and "magic" - she certainly enjoyed the occasional prank.

Her tail curling behind her, Renamon sat and watched the humans move by on their trivial tasks, then sighed to herself and drifted off again, heading for the green oasis of the community park. Perhaps resting amid the trees would ease some of this restlessness she was experiencing.

Perhaps it was a link to her past or the creature her data had been molded to relate to, but for some reason Renamon was chasing rabbits. On all fours. No Diamond Storm, no DigiModifications, no Tamer, just her and speedy grey bunnies in the midst of a large green field. A green field that seemed to have sprung a leak.

Her eyes flickered open and she blinked a few times as a few more splashes of water struck her face. She ran a paw over her face and grumbled at the dark clouds that had covered the sky, then wormed her way down from the top of the tree she was perched in, where the leaves gave some shelter.

It appeared to be an hour past midday or so, meaning she had another two hours to kill before Rika would get out of school. She pondered heading back to Rika's home, but didn't feel like dodging her mother and grandmother right at that momeht - but the rain looked like it was going to only get worse, so she looked around for somewhere else to take shelter for a while, slipping from tree to tree.

At the top of a path showing signs of infrequent use, Renamon came across a small concrete structure with a gate across the doorway. It looked dry and quiet, and she decided it would be a perfect place to get out of the increasing rain. She slipped over the top of the gate and into the darkened room just in time to get away from what was turning into a hefty downpour.

Looking back out the gate at the splashing on the path, Renamon smiled to herself and congratulated herself on her timing, then stretched languorously up to her full, slender height before shaking herself, spraying the rainwater from her smooth pelt.

"Hey!"

The voice came as a complete surprise to Renamon, whose normally excellent sense of smell had been impaired by the rainstorm. She whirled and dropped into a defensive stance, then blinked at the red figure straightening from what looked like a major excavation undertaken by a pack of small dogs at the back of the block house. A pair of amber eyes looked at her mournfully as the large lizard-like shape resolved in the darkness.

"You got me wet!" Guilmon grumbled at the other Digimon, brushing the beads of water off the skin of his face and forelegs. "I was having a good dream, too! Chasing squirrels!"

He abruptly stopped and looked back up at the golden figure that had appeared in his den, her head cocked and an expression of bewilderment on her face. "You!" He took a couple of steps backwards and dropped his head, glaring at her. "You hurt me! ... We going to fight again?"

Renamon shook her head and straightened, scratching her head with one claw. "Guilmon, what are you doing here?" she asked, stepping back a little bit away from the young dino-Digimon. "Shouldn't you be at that other Tamer's home?"

Guilmon cocked his head and lifted his head a little bit. "Not going to fight?" He growled a little. "I'm not afraid to!"

"I know you aren't, big guy," Renamon half-chuckled. "Tell you what. if you relax, I promise we won't fight. This afternoon, anyhow." She grimaced a little. "Maybe ever, if I can convince Rika to stop having to battle everyone she meets."

The big dinosaur tilted his head and snuffled a couple of times, then grinned and hopped out of the hole he had dug. "No fight?"

"No fight," Renamon echoed, smiling in spite of herself.

"Yay!" Guilmon cheered. "No fight, let's play!"

"Is that all you ever think about?" the fox-Digimon chuckled, shaking her head.

Guilmon looked thoughtful. "Is there anything else?"

Renamon laughed. "I guess there are worse things." Like being too focused on battling to not realize what you're doing to your partner, she reflected to herself, before shaking her head again. "There's not much to play in here, is there?"

Guilmon looked around. "Not much room here." He looked out the gate at the continuing downpour. "Too wet out to play outside, too." The dinosaur appeared to deflate, and flopped down against the wall of the concrete form. "Guess no play."

Renamon moved and sat next to him, curling her tail around her knees. "What are you doing in here, anyhow, Guilmon? Shouldn't you be at home?"

"This is home," he replied, motioning around. "Takato got in trouble when I was at his den and at his school. Stay here, no trouble." He perked up. "But Terriermon visits sometimes, and I sneak out and chase squirrels! It's fun!"

"Any rabbits?" she asked without thinking, then flicked her tail irritably, muttering "I really do need some taming, perhaps."

"Huh?"

"Nothing, Guilmon, just talking to myself. That's too bad you have to stay here, though. I see you've been doing some renovations, though, hm?"

Guilmon looked at the massive holes he'd dug into the floor and out through the concrete back of the building. "Digging is fun too. Besides, it was small here."

Renamon looked into the gaps and chuckled. "You've dealt nicely with that." She stood and stretched again, then noticed a ball nearly hidden in one corner. "Well, at least you've got some toys to distract yourself with," she said, pointing.

"I thought I lost that!" Guilmon yipped gleefully, diving over and scooping up the ball in his mouth. "Mrmmp plf cmmth?"

"Beg pardon?"

The dino dropped the ball into one of his hands. "Wanna play catch?"

Renamon regarded the ratty-looking, slightly moist ball, then shrugged. "Oh, why not." She smiled in spite of herself as Guilmon skipped with pleasure and rolled her the ball. Scooping it up, she passed the tennis ball towards Guilmon, who leaped and snatched it in his powerful jaws, then flicked his head and expertly tossed the sphere right back to her.

"Nice trick, huh?" he grinned to her from across the small room. "I'm trying to learn soccer tricks too!"

"Not bad," she smiled back. "Try catching this!" The ball ricocheted off the side of the shelter, and again Guilmon snatched it out of the air and flipped it back. She chuckled at his pleasure as she continued tossing the ball, bouncing it off the roof, wall, floor, and everywhere she could find, each time watching the young dino-Mon snap it out of the air.

Some time later, Renamon finally called a halt to the proceedings, rolling her throwing shoulder. "I think I'm all played out," she said, rubbing the muscles there.

"Aww!" Guilmon moaned. "It was just getting fun, too."

"I know, but if I throw too many more times, you'll have to fetch my arm along with the ball." She moved and sat down with her back against the wall, looking out at the rain, which was still falling just as hard. "I wish this rain would ease up so I could get back to Rika."

A large head flopped into her lap, and she blinked down at Guilmon, who had sprawled next to her on his back. "Nice to have company," he said, looking up at her with big, expressive amber eyes. "Stay a little longer?"

She cocked her head down at the other Digimon, and smiled. "A little while." He thumped his big tail and grinned as well as a lizard could, and she shook her head. "I swear, you really are part dog, even with the scales." She scratched at his thick neck, and actually managed to laugh when he sprawled even more, rumbling happily at her touch. "It's supposed to be my real-life relatives that enjoy this, not yours. Yours are supposed to gnaw off my arm."

Guilmon didn't respond, instead shuffling to get his shoulders onto her lap rather than just his head. She kept scratching over his chest and belly, looking at the symbols that he bore, wondering about the differences between his and hers, and those of other Digimon they had run across since she had arrived on this world. Her fingers kept rubbing over his surprisingly soft, but cool, scaled skin and he kept thumping his tail and growling happily, his head flopped back over the other side of her from the rest of his body.

He jumped a little as her fingers brushed over a crease on his lower belly, and she realized she had been focused elsewhere again. She looked down at him; his eyes were half-open and a bit glazed. "Hmm?" she inquired.

"A bit ... ticklish, I guess," he murmured, blearing up at her through his pleased expression. "Ticklish but nice."

"Ah," Renamon said, scratching across that spot again; he closed his eyes and twitched again with a pleased squeak. Looking where she was rubbing, she was surprised, and a little embarrassed, to realize her fingers were probably brushing over what passed for a genital area for Guilmon's species. "Oops," she muttered, actually blushing a little, as she moved her paw further up his belly and away from that neatly hidden crease, but cocked her head as it opened a little and a dark-skinned bulge appeared from within.

Comparative Digimon anatomy wasn't one of her high points, but Renamon realized she was probably watching the beginnings of Guilmon's arousal cycle, triggered by her touch. He certainly looked blissful as she surveyed him, so that was her best guess for the action going on, which apparently didn't realize she'd stopped touching there and continued on, several inches of rapidly growing penis making an appearance.

It wasn't that she hadn't seen anything like that before, of course, but watching things happen in this young Digimon, which she had never witnessed, piqued her curiosity. Guilmon's arousal had apparently reached its limit; for his size, he wasn't hugely endowed, and his hardness seemed smooth and slightly damp from hiding within his genital pouch.

Looking down at Guilmon again, she saw his head was still back and eyes closed with pleasure, so she turned back to his lower body again. Mischievously, she lightly brushed her fingertips against his hardness, and he gave a little grunt of pleasure, his head lifting to look at her. "Sorry, big guy, just curious," she murmured.

"That felt nice," the big dino replied. "Scratch there more?"

"I suppose," Renamon grinned, realizing she herself was becoming aroused, a dampness starting to spread in the fur that hid her own sex. "I scratch yours, maybe you'll scratch mine." She giggled naughtily at his confused look, and ran her paw along the thick, slightly wet shaft before her again; Guilmon responded by arching his spine up a bit and dropping his head back again, growling somewhere deep down in his chest.

The tingling between her own legs was getting a little more insistent as she continued to lightly brush along Guilmon's stiff pole, so she slipped a paw down in between his back and herself, her fingers stroking against the fur, then parting it and wandering along the hidden flesh beneath around her entrance. A soft moan escaped her as she continued that caressing, spreading her slick discharge over and around the sensitive spots she had discovered in her self-explorations - after all, she did spend a lot of time on her own, which had given her time to find some very useful things. Not to mention what she'd learned back in the Digital World with the couple of partners she had shared herself with....

Guilmon's entire lower body was lifting now as her fingers circled his hardness and slowly moved up and down its length; she smiled a little breathlessly down at him and murmured "How do you like this game?"

"Urf," he managed, his body still moving under her ministrations, his eyes rolled back a little into his head.

"Good," she cooed, letting him go and extricating herself from under him. "You'll like this game even more. Stand up."

The big dino-Mon managed to get to his feet, his shaft jutting out at the base of his belly as he cocked his head at her. "Better game?"

Renamon smiled naughtily and turned around, dropping onto all fours with her tail arched over her back, the damp fur around her slit matted out to expose her entrance. "Come stand right behind me," she urged, motioning him closer.

He moved and positioned himself behind her, bending to sniff at what she offered him, his muzzle nudging against her sex. "Rrrrr... that smell... head's spinning...."

"Put your hands on my back, Guilmon, and move yourself right up against me," Renamon coached, and the other 'Mon complied, the move pushing his shaft lengthwise against her crotch. "That's right," she murmured, reaching back to adjust his angle. "Now stay right there, big boy."

Guilmon, not knowing what to expect, grunted as she pushed herself back and abruptly sank the first couple inches of his cock into the tight sleeve of her sex. His paws gripped her sides reflexively, and he jerked at the stimulation, the movement burying his length fully into the fox-Digimon's body. Renamon yipped at the sudden penetration, then moaned as the feel of the dino's hardness stretching her out from within spread through her body, ripples of pleasure rolling up her spine.

They remained locked together for a few moments, each enjoying the feel of their first joining, before Renamon looked over her shoulder at Guilmon, whose head was slumped down against her neck. "Rrr... do what I do," she breathed, then started to slowly move, pulling herself off the shaft that impaled her, then rocking back onto it, sucking in a deep breath at the intense stimulation his smooth, slick cock was giving her.

Getting the idea, Guilmon stretched himself out over her, his arms sliding around her chest, and he started to rock, tentatively at first, then faster as deeply-buried instincts started to surface in his brain, his hips firmly pressing against Renamon's with a steady, deep thrusting. She responded with an encouraging moan, her tail curling up to stroke his side as she rode his prick, sinking him to his full depth, then repeating the process, over and over.

Their breath both coming faster, the two Digimon sped up together, their arousals mounting towards climax, until their lovemaking became almost animalistic, Guilmon's arms clamping around Renamon's slim body as he pumped his thick shaft deep into her welcoming channel, her muscles gripping and caressing him as her excitement coated both their crotches with her slick, fragrant juices.

Finally, with a deep growl, Guilmon shuddered and gripped even tighter; his cock twitched and pulsed deep within Renamon's vagina and he erupted, copious amounts of his seed spurting into her, filling her and more. The feel of his heat spilling into her and splashing out of her, down her thighs, was more than Renamon could bear, and she cried out with pleasure as her body convulsed, her orgasm shuddering through her for what seemed an eternity.

The two remained locked together, their harsh, laboured breathing the only sound in the little shelter, for quite some time before Guilmon straightened and staggered backwards, his shrinking penis slipping out of Renamon with a wet sound. She slumped forwards onto her elbows, then rolled onto her back, eyes opening and focusing on the dino, who had slumped onto his haunches and was looking at her with a blank expression.

"So... did you *pant* like that game too?" Renamon managed to ask, slowly regaining her senses and sitting up, brushing some of their combined juices out of her legfur.

"oOOOoh," he replied, still not quite back together, shaking his head to clear it. "That was a GREAT game! Can I play that with Takato?"

Renamon triple-taked at that question, imagining what might happen if Guilmon decided to do just that with his Tamer. That would be a disaster. She crawled over to the dino and nuzzled his tummy, then carefully used her tongue to clean up the mess around his pouch, earning a couple squeaks of pleasure. "How about we keep this game our own secret, big boy?" she purred into his ear after straightening up. "I don't think Takato could play it, anyhow."

"Okay!" Guilmon replied, before giving her a broad lick across the face. "You're a good friend!"

She fended off that big tongue and chuckled, then blinked at the brightness from outside. "Whoops, the rain's stopped... and Rika's about to get out of school. I've got to go - I have to clean this mess up before I get back!" she groaned, brushing her fingers through the wet, matted fur low on her belly.

"So soon?" Guilmon said, his head drooping a little. "Can you come back again soon?"

Renamon leaned over and kissed Guilmon on the nose. "After that performance, I'll certainly try," she murmured. "Just keep all this our little secret, okay? Our special game."

Guilmon nodded and went to lick her again, but she dashed out of range and to the doorway, then out into the treetops again. She grinned to herself as she beaded back towards Rika's. Perhaps this playing wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Characters used without permission (duh)

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Author's note: Please engage suspension of disbelief before phoning and whinging at the author for things such as: Digimon have no genitals; we don't know that dinosaurs had penises; et cetera. Muy gracias.