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Damn its good to be back.

I walked out of the office with my tie undone and cast to the side with little concern for fashion, my mind only on getting the food locked in my car. I rounded the corner of the parking lot and waved to a slender young adult, his bug type Digimon helping tap at some keys on his own laptop. It had become quite common to see Digimon after the digital world synchronized with our own.

I unlocked my beater since I hadn't replaced my last car and slid into the driver seat, letting out a sigh as an invisible pressure slid across my lap into the apposing seat.

"Renamon! Please don't tell me you ate all my..." I started as she reappeared.

As would be expected I found an empty bag of Chocolate Peanut Butter Bugles sitting on the dashboard, devoid of even the tasty crumbs.

The golden vixen appeared next to me and smirked as she looked out the window, her white neck mane blowing carelessly in the spring wind. Looking back to me with a more serious but mischievous grin she lifted up the bag and flicked it at my face.

"As my tamer it is your duty to keep me well fed and trained for battle, neither of which your very good at." Renamon stated with crossed arms.

"Oh for Gods sake! You are more than capable of feeding yourself and you went off and ate ALL of them! And what do you mean I don't train you!? Remember last week with the Greymon incident? I practically fought the retard myself!"

Renamon remained silent through the drive home. We lived in my apartment which had to be furnished for another guest. Through that time I had remodeled twice, once from sheer boredom and another when she had crashed through a wall fighting Ghostmon. I grabbed my sword from the backseat and slung it across one shoulder, waving to the guard as we walked by.

The door clerk waved to both of us as his snake type Digimon worked furiously putting away paperwork. I had never bothered to ask it's name.

During the day I took photos for the Tokyo Times. At night I went on patrol with Renamon and more times than not went home with no action. This left Renamon and I usually alone in uncomfortable silence. I had known her previous tamer had trained her to extreme measures, and when she was transferred to me I was at a loss as what to do.

The golden vixen crashed on the couch and removed her gloves, running her left hand across a large scar left by Cyberdramon the night I found her. Her chest rose with each breath as she closed her eyes and concentrated, no doubt conserving her energy or something.

I leaned back in my chair as I monitored the street cams from my own computer, each camera focused on a specifically high profile area. The Digital Task Force wasn't always there to stop trouble which gave Renamon and I plenty of room to operate. Renamon had become more than my sidekick, she had become my begrudging friend. We drank together, fought each other, and of course fought over who got the last bag of American imported Chocolate Peanut butter bugles.

"Hey Renamon?" I inquired as I stared at the ceiling.

Her head nodded and she looked back at me peculiarly.

"Do you like me?" I asked bluntly.

Her silence drove me to stroke my stubble as I awaited a reply. I had never bothered to inquire such. Renamon had become a good friend and I liked her, but her silent dark demeanor left me questioning.

"You're a suitable partner and apt fighter. You have been a good tamer for me for two years and we have sought many victories from our battles."

"That's not what I asked."

Renamon sat up and looked away from me, her ears twitching as they did when she was in deep thought. She finally looked back to me over her shoulder and blinked twice.

"Do you like me Thomas?"

She commonly reflected questions she didn't know how to answer.

"Well sure. I mean you did destroy my first car, got me involved in multi dimensional war, made me sacrifice my dream for the safety of our world, and made me learn cooking for two."

Renamon sighed and looked back to the ceiling.

"Your sarcasm gets old Thomas."

"And so does your ability to deflect my questions." I shot back.

Renamon remained silent until she stood to walk to her room, standing in the doorway as I sighed and looked back at her. Her frame was outlined by the setting sun as she placed a paw on her hourglass framed hips. She finally looked back to me as if she expected another question.

"What was your last tamer like?" I finally asked.

She froze and frowned for a moment before slamming the door behind her.

"She was a bitch."

I stopped pausing for thought as my emotions became jumbled and confused. What did I care whether or not Renamon liked me? We were partners. Partners...

A few hours later she ascended from her quarters and sat with me as I served a steak for myself and some fish fillet for her.

"Who died?" She asked as she poked the meal with a fork.

"What? Cant a guy make a decent meal for his girl now and again?"

She froze once more and stared at me with speculative eyes.

"What did you just say?"

I casually leaned back in my chair and chewed thoughtfully on a bite.

"Come on Renamon, we have been practically living together for over two years. I've held your fur back when you got hungover, I've done what little laundry you have, I've saved you multiple times. Calling you a girl is the least offensive thing I've ever-"

"No. You called me your girl."

It was my time to freeze. I hadn't meant to let that slip. I had no idea what possessed me to say it never before had I thought of her as a-

She quickly stood from the table and snagged the bag of Chocolate Bugles from the counter, closing her door quietly as I hit my head off the table.

What the fuck did I just do?

I respectfully left her food at her door and walked into my office, falling back on my futon as I stared at the ceiling. Again my mind wandered to what I had said and the look on Renamon's face when I spit out such a strange and terrible thing. Her vermillion eyes pierced mine as for a moment she pondered what I meant. Was it fear that drove her away? Did she think I was sick?

"I should have stayed in Wyoming..." I muttered before slumbering onto my side.

I must have passed out for a spell before my door opening jarred me from an uneasy slumber. Renamon walked into the room and sat at the edge of the futon, her hand grasping a bag of bugles as she stared at the wall. Finally with a sigh she punched me in the side drawing me to sit straight up and put my glasses on. Her face was shrunk in and we sat in silence before she let out a whistling sigh and leaned back against my legs.

"What did you mean when you said my girl?" She asked with an audible whisper.

"Renamon. How long have we known each other?"

Renamon paused and accessed her perfect memory with a smile.

"Two years, three months, and four day. 234."

"And how many times have I held your neck fur back while you threw up from our drinking contests?"

At that question Renamon looked like she was blushing but quickly answered with a startlingly clear answer.

"Eighteen times."

"So I would say we have done what most common couples would do. I mean we go out almost every night, your home to greet me after work, we fight, we talk, we even watch the same movies."

Renamon nodded her head thoughtfully and ate a handful of the salty sweets I craved. She had most likely never been presented with this kind of question or statement and was going through a logical response.

"We have never kissed."

We both froze and a few minutes passed before I grabbed the bag from her and pulled out the last bugle.

"Hey. Last Bugle you want it?"

Renamon gave me a flirtatious momentary grin before watching me put the bugle in my mouth.

"If you want it then you'll have to-"

She didn't need a second offering. Her lips planted on mine as her tongue enveloped the bugle, our tongues fighting for who would get the delicious treat. Finally she succumbed to my prowess as my own tongue darted forward into her maw and drew out the crumbled chip, our heated breath sending clouds of perspiration in the chilled room.

She pulled away with a gasp as my arm wrapped around her shoulders. I pressed forward with our kiss and continued until she pushed me back her eyes closed and tongue hanging from her maw.

"What's wrong Rena?" I asked between pants.

She reacted to her nickname I used for her and pressed her paws against my chest, kneading the fabric as she purred softly.

"Are you sure about this Thomas? I am not human and who knows what the others would...!"

She had little time to finish her thought as I cupped my hands around the base of her tail and pulled lovingly.

"Does it look like I care?"

Her cries of pleasure sent thrills down my spine as I continued to kiss her mouth, her neck, and then to the patch of fur over her chest. Upon sliding my hands up into the patch of fur I quickly discovered two small perky mounds greeting me.

"Rena?"

She merely growled ferociously as she pressed my head into her chest, clawing at my back as I eagerly nibbled at her now hardened nipples. Her back craned back as I squeezed her ass, drawing a growl and a purr from the quivering vixen.

"Not so fast tiger I'm feeling a little hungry." she growled as she left my now soaked lap and proceeded to the kitchen. When she returned she held a bottle of chocolate syrup in her paw which got me staring at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Take off your shirt."

I complied as I tossed the polo onto the nearby chair. She purred as she sat back on my lap and rubbed her fur against my now naked chest as she proceeded to descend lower and lower with her tongue following suite. As she stopped at my pants she took a deep whiff and poured a generous amount of chocolate onto my chest, letting it drizzle down across my abs and then to the spot right above the hem of my jeans.

"You taste good so much musky salt needs a little bit of sweet to it." She added with a wink as she trailed a tongue painfully slow across one of my nipples.

What really got me hard was watching her suckle at the chocolate trails as one paw dexterously went to her dripping slit. Her hear shaped ass swayed forward as she pressed into herself, her licks soon becoming light nibbles.

"Rena! If I don't get inside of you soon I'm going to explode in my pants."

She smiled widely as she took one more sharp nibble on my neck before tugging at my pants. With a little effort she undid my belt and zipper before pulling my pants off with one swipe of her able arms. Her eyes widened at the sight of my now rock hard cock, her paws working furiously as they cradled my scrotum and teased the tip with a claw.

My groans drew out her playful nature and she drenched the shaft of my cock with syrup, licking up and down generously. The tingling of her barbed yet smooth tongue invoked a feral nature within me and I grabbed the back of her head and pushed my dick into her fanged maw with little regard for my safety.

Her smile widened as she lifted her head and bobbed her mouth back and forth with her tongue entwining around me while she suckled at every drop of pre-cum and chocolate that lingered. My mind became clouded as her suckling and bobbing increased in speed. With a great cry I blew my load of sticky cum into her mouth with enough force to take the feeling from my knees. She slurped and drank eagerly at my seed, her eyes closed as she purred softly.

"I think... I think I found something more addicting than Chocolate peanut butter Bugles."

I pulled her face up and kissed her eagerly with my own taste lingering on her tongue. She pulled away and looked at ,y half flaccid cock before giving it a loving kiss.

"Are you ready for the main attraction?" She asked as she spread her dripping, steaming, and delicious pussy apart. I quickly pressed my hand against the opening and pinched her exposed clitoris drawing a gasp of joy from the golden furred Digimon.

"I'm more than ready." I exclaimed excitedly as I poised my again hard shaft against her lips.

"I'm really happy I decided to do this with you Thomas..."

I merely nodded my head as she finally encompassed my manhood within her canal. With a grunt I began to raise and lower my hips in sync with hers, each thrust getting deeper and deeper drawing more and more pleasure for the both of us.

"Thomas! I need you to go harder..." She barely whispered as my ecstasy reached new levels.

"You-you like it rough huh?"

I slapped her ass with the flat of my hand while she continued to rock against me with growing force.

"Well if that didn't get you off..." I grunted while lowering my hand to her sex.

With dexterous motions I could never redo I inserted my finger inside along with my shaft, pulsing in alternate patterns while my thumb pressed against her clitoris.

"THOMAS!"

Renamon's juices gushed out of her as I too blew another stream of hot cum deep inside of her. As I fell back onto the futon Renamon fell forward as well with her arms wrapped around me and her pussy still clasping around my manhood.

"Wow... Just wow." I managed to squeak as the vixens eyes met my own and she leaned in for a kiss.

"Not bad. I have to say no one has ever maintained such... Endurance before."

I kissed her again and then once more as her eyes fell shut.

"Thomas?"

I felt my own eyelids shutting as I nodded my head.

"I do like you."