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'Slurp'

The established methods of waking up didn't apply here. If there was anything disturbing enough to wake up to, the sound of ones own snoring could qualify as being startling enough to send a shock to your heart. Her own hand automatically moved to wipe away the spittle drooling from her mouth, accumulated during the beauty sleep the likes of which Rika felt she deserved every night. For all the trouble she had to put up with due to the inconsistent nature of her mothers parenting, Rika still considered herself to be quite well disciplined. A talent of hers she believed to be self taught, but undoubtedly, had a little help from her Digimon. Despite that, the inescapable confines of a comfortable bed proved too overwhelming for that discipline at times. With a soft huff escaping her lips, she turned onto her side, flipping half of the blankets off of the bed in the process.

That was a mistake. The weighted blanket immediately begin to pour out of the bed, pulling more and more of the warm embracing fabric off of her, and spilling onto the cold floor. Wasting and dispensing all that accumulated warmth and leaving Rika suddenly shivering with a cold spike that ran up her spine. Why was the house so frigid? Surely, if winter had truly arrived this early, the house heater was sufficient enough to kick in and remedy the situation. The gust of a fresh, early morning dew scent answered her question. The windows were open. Had to be. Her mother wasn't home though, that could only mean one thing.

Rika managed to rouse herself, slipping down the length of the bed to the foot of it, where she kept her fuzzy slippers, an item that undoubtedly would bring her shame if anyone saw her in. Not that it would require much at this point, as Rika liked to sleep naked. She was immediately exposed to the cold air so quickly after jumping out of bed and very quickly little dimples started to form on her skin as a result. She considered for a moment to slip into her bathrobe, but one glance at the bedside table told her all she needed to know. Her digivice was softly glowing. Renamon must have come back in the middle of the night, though her reasons for opening the windows was still beyond Rika. Her hand retreated from the bathrobe as she committed to running around as fast as possible, and close the windows on the way. One of her arms softly covering her little breasts, which lent an almost relieving warmth to her sensitively chilled nipples. Luckily due to the distance of her house from the road in the neighborhood, she wasn't likely to be spied on by anybody. By the time she finished closing the second window, she swore she heard somebody in the living room, which was unfortunate because that's where she could hear the morning traffic coming from through an open window.

With the subtle footsteps easy to mask due to a small footprint and her light weight, Rika managed to sneak towards the living room. Her little cheeks were softly blushing from the chilled morning air by now, or perhaps it was because subconsciously the thought of being caught in the nude was infuriating. Luckily, however, the yellow fur that moved like a flash of lightning through the living room, gave her reason to quickly relax. She dropped her arm, and walked over to the window more confidently, knowing now she was only in the safe company of Renamon. Rika had just started to close the window when she heard Renamon materialize behind her again.

"Rika..."

The window snapped shut with a little hiss and a 'click'. The motor noise of morning traffic sealed outside fully now. Rikas ears attenuated for the difference in pressure and felt at ease all too suddenly, finally noticing the distinct hum of the heater in the house and the soothing silence of a comfy home. Or, well, a soon-to-be-comfy home. Standing there, her perfect little form was momentarily graced with the beaming warmth of the sunlight, and gave a soft glistening shine from the moisture of the morning dew that had collected on her skin. Rika paused, for a moment she stood there, relishing in the warmth, her inquisitive and innocent young mind not fully comprehending that there was a distinct new scent in the house. Freshly aired out by now after all, it would only likely have become apparent a few minutes later. Turning, she was already frustratingly about to yell at her digimon.

"Renamon, it's freezing! Did you burn breakfast or something? Why were all the windows-"

Her thoughts interrupted as her eyes met with Renamon, who was now standing far closer than she anticipated, and a little taller than she remembered. Rika being just eye level with her chest now. Rather, she was face to face with rather soft, and round yellow furred breasts with a tuft of white fur resembling the areolas. The radiating warmth was incredible. Renamon was giving off an aura of heat that immediately gave Rika a gentle tingling sensation in the back of her mind, and somewhere deep in her stomach. With a confused look, Rika looked up to see her digimons face, and was instead met startlingly with a kiss from Renamons big muzzle. A hushed whisper and a huff escaped between their lips as Renamon held onto the back of Rikas head with one of her big paws. 'Big' was underselling it. Renamons other big, warm paw was easily wrapping almost completely around Rikas little waist to hold her steady.

"Mmmff stttpp!"

A muffled cry escaped Rikas little mouth, which opened just enough for Renamon to suddenly force her thick, wet tongue inside of it. That was it, Rikas arms shot up and pushed against Renamons breasts, incidentally grabbing a handful in order to grip and force her backwards. Her little struggle paled in comparison to the overpowering warmth emanating from Renamon however, that big paw easily holding onto RIkas hips and head. One moment later, Rika would wish she'd have struggled a bit harder in that split second. As Renamon deftly ignored Rikas little squirming body against her, and continued to hold the back of her head, her thumb talon softly wrapping around Rikas little throat and caressing it. Reflexively, Rika swallowed. Renamon immediately bucked a little against her at that, and without pause, softly started to push her thick tongue inside Rikas little throat.

"Nghnnn!"

Rikas little whining motions were softly silenced by Renamons thick, slick tongue deftly slipping past the little girls gag reflex and directly inside her tight little throat. To make matters worse, the thumb talon wrapped around said throat immediately began to caress it again, and again, one after another. Rikas eyes bulged out for a moment as she involuntarily gulped and swallowed around Renamons thick tongue. That drew a loud breathy moan out of Renamon, who looked into the captivated little Rikas eyes, and slowly, purposely began to salivate and drool into the little girls open mouth. She couldn't avoid gagging at that sensation however. The slick, wet saliva started to run down the length of Renamons tongue and quickly began to fill the much smaller mouth of the young human girl. With another gentle, coaxing rubbing of the talon over her throat, Rika bucked in Renamons grasp as her little throat kicked into action and started involuntarily gulping around the thick tongue that was nearly choking her. Gulping around the slick saliva that was drooling into her mouth, desperately for a moment trying to avoid gulping it down in the process, only for another gentle rub of her throat to bring that thought to a crashing halt.

"Drink, little Rika."

The swift and overpowering presence of Renamon within her mind gave her little room to think anything sensical. As if on auto pilot, not to mention the reflexive gulping that had now started, she complied. That slick, viscous saliva that filled her little cheeks started to empty out. Running down her throat as for several uninterrupted minutes, 'gulp' after choking 'gulp', Renamon intensely fed the young little

tamer a dose of her warm saliva. It left a slick coating inside her throat, only to be stirred up by the thick invasive tongue. Rika instinctively reached one of her own hands up to her throat, from the choking sensation. She could feel the soft, visible bulge that Renamons thick tongue made inside. She didn't even have time to regret leaving her digivice upstairs on her bed table.

The warm paw on the back of her head, not to mention her throat, fell to her side, and gripped the other half of Rikas little hips. Rika choked again, involuntarily, as that thick tongue kept exploring inside her little throat, Renamon leaned and towered over her, making it nigh impossible to escape that long tongue. Rika wouldn't give up, her little hands pushed once again at Renamons breasts and with what surviving strength she had, she pulled her head back. With a delicate but loud 'slurrrp', Renamons thick tongue was slowly pulled free of her throat, leaving her mouth with a wet 'pop'. Finally, a breath of fresh air. She could breathe! Gasp upon gasp of fresh air filled her lungs. It never tasted to sweet! Renamon better start explain this instant!

"Oh, little Rika. I need you. I've been desperate to share my evolution with you since I returned, but I waited for you to sleep. I waited so patiently. I was up all night. Sshhh, shh. No need for you to talk, you'll want to catch your breath, I understand. With you walking around like this though, I can't... stop it."

The scent was finally becoming noticeable. Perhaps it was because Rika was gasping for breath but the were a distinct odour in the air. A new, strange musk. The source of which could quickly be traced to the warmth pressing against Rikas little belly. She almost didn't dare look down, until a moment later, presumably because by now Renamon must have been listening in on her thoughts.

"That alright, little Rika. Look down. In fact, we should be more comfortable for this."

A flash of movement later, and Rika almost felt the wind knocked out of her again, as she landed on her knees infront of Renamon, who had sat down on the loveseat and promiscuously spread her legs for Rika. What Rika saw, however, was beyond belief. She found her little mouth hung open, still a little sore, as she stared in awe at the thick, plump and fuzzy fox sheath infront of her. Below which hung two heavy, full balls. Rika may have been quite innocent when it came to those things, but her basic knowledge of anatomy had allowed her to see some dogs in action in parks while she'd been patrolling with Renamon. Never having paid much attention in person then, she was getting a face-to-face lesson with it now. She was still catching her breath when she realized Renamons tail was softly tugging on Rikas back, and before she could react, suddenly pulled her between Renamons legs, which immediately closed a little, pinning her there. One of those torturously warm paws landed on the back of her little head again. The intense musk was quickly bringing tears to her eyes as the sheath infront of her had grown in closeness so suddenly.

"This will be your breakfast, lunch, and dinner from now on, little Rika. Served from right here."

This was all happening too fast. By now, Rika would usually have been able to form a coherent thought, but the overwhelming aroma, heat, and size of Renamon left RIka more than a little speechless. Her conveniently open mouth was quickly pulled a little closer, her little face pushed between Renamons soft, furry thighs, and all too suddenly, right up against the soft, heavy, cum filled orbs of her Digimon. Above Rika, around her, really, she could feel Renamon vibrating with pleasure, moaning warmly as such a little girl was made to kiss her heavy sack. The intense salty musk assaulted little RIkas tongue before her lips even touched those heavy orbs. Her little neck and arms tried to pull on Renamons thighs, push them apart, pull herself free, anything. But those thighs easily kept her locked. Not that it didn't have an effect, quite the contrary, it made Renamon huff even louder as her prey squirmed between her thighs. Not withstanding the intense, musky heat that touched and then filled her little mouth the moment Rika was made to kiss it. The soft, supple furred skin of Renamons heavy sack amply spilling into her little mouth, right onto her tongue. She could have sworn she felt the insides churning, the motion of her involuntary tongue movements against that musky orb making whatever mystery fluid was inside warm up even more, almost seemingly moving inside her mouth of their own accord.

"Can you taste it already, little Rika? Can you feel it churning up a fresh breakfast just for you? It's cum, little Rika. Thick, fresh, creamy cum. You're going to hate how thick it is, since your little throat is so tight. But I'll let you have plenty of time to drink."

Rika gagged and reflexively spasmed between Renamons thighs. It only accentuated Renamons excitement however, as the paw on the back of Rikas head tightened it's grasp and even forced her to angle her head upwards a little. Naturally, her gaze followed, coming to rest for a moment, on that now swollen sheath just an a few inches above her eyes. Above that, Renamon was softly holding onto one of her own breasts with her other paw, arching her back in response to Rikas involuntary little licks. If that wasn't bad enough, the incredible heat Renamon was putting out until now had left her heavy sack with a very light sheen of sweat, coated through and through that fur. No wonder all the windows had been open. It took a few seconds for Rikas mind to catch up. She had closed all the windows. It was sound insulated. Even if she *could* get free, nobody would hear her scream. Interrupting her thoughts, a musky drop of that sweat collected in her mouth, until Renamons tail tickled against her throat. Rika arched in her grasp and whined before gulping the musky sweat down.

"Nhghnnn!"

"Aaahhh!~"

Rikas displeasure immediately seemed to only serve to further assist Renamon in whatever she was planning. She noticed Renamon was curiously watching her face just as the sheath flexed powerfully in response to that little gulp, and a thick, musky, off-white fluid, dirty with bits of what she could only assume was little flecks of dust or dirt, flowed out of the sheath and ran down the length of it, down the sack. Rika began to shake and tug away from Renamon, but that overly powerful insistent paw, not to mention the powerful thighs keeping her locked where she was, made her remain nearly motionless as spurt after thick spurt of white fluid slowly covered her little young face. Rika had to close her eyes as it stung and soaked in immediately, then had to hold her breath, as the little pocket of existence between Renamons thighs was slowly filled with this thick, musky, and dirty cream.

"Little RIka~ Ahh~ T-that I'll have to apologize for. It's my sheath cream~ I've been pent up for hours. It stays in there, dirty, accumulating musk when I can't find release, and I've been holding it all in just for you. Do you like it?"

Inexplicably, the paw on the back of her head vanished again, the remaining tension made up for by Renamons powerful and warm thighs on either side of her head. Not that she could have had the energy to pull away now, she'd been holding her breath for 30 seconds already, and that ever flowing dribble of sheath cream had filled her little nose and covered her face. Where was that paw going? Her question might shortly be answered actually, naturally of course, she could expect Renamon must still be paying attention to her thoughts. She'd have to resolve to stop thinking, perhaps.

"That's right, little Rika. You don't need to think, this is all you need to focus on. Here, look."

How could she look? Her eyes were covered in-...

At that, of course her question was answered. Renamons talons delicately reached into the little warm pool of cum that Rika was almost drowning in, and with delicate precision, slowly pushed her eyelids open.

"Nghnnhnn!"

Immediately Rika was overcome with a stinging dull ache as Renamons thick, musky sheath cream flooded her little eyes. Slowly draining into her sinuses through her open tear ducts and covering her eyes in a thick, overly warm layer of the dirty cream. She bucked, arched and whinced, her little arms suddenly fighting, trying to hit and punch against Renamons thighs. She tried over and over to blink, but the squirming of her eyes only spread the thick mixture of cream over her little eyes, the heat radiating through and behind them.

"Yes, little Rika. It'll fill all your senses. I'll fill your little ears with my thick cum too, eventually. Get used to this flavor, this feeling, this musk. Breathe it in, go ahead little Rika. Breathe in my thick sheath cream~."

Not that she required much more of such urgency being added to her already burning lungs screaming for air. It must have been over a minute now, and while her eyes were slowly adapting to the warm yet stinging musk coating them, she didn't know how she could achieve what Renamon was asking, until her vision seemed to tint black around the edges, she sulked and shivered for a moment, and reflexively breathed in as commanded. That soft, supple, and full orb in her mouth made for an airtight seal, but the slick and lewd slurp around it betrayed her attempt at taking a breath around the large sack. Alas, her chin and mouth were buried in it.

Her nose fared worse, the thick fluid bubbling for a moment in Renamons lap before visibly emptying a little, as Rika inhaled deeply. That thick, viscous sheath cream suckled down her nose, through her esophagus, and made it's way all the way to her trachea. She choked, coughed reflexively, but Renamon held her still. Again, she was urged to breathe, inhale.

"My thick sheath cream belongs inside your little lungs, Rika. Breathe it in, drown in it~."

Rika couldn't help but shake. The texture of that thick sheath cream didn't belong anywhere near her throat, never mind her lungs. With reflexive and futile little kicks and punches against Renamon, Rika was only wasting her remaining air, and finally began to gasp deeply like Renamon wanted. The creamy mixture of sheath cream slowly disappeared inside little Rikas little nose. The audible and loud 'slurp' was still barely noticeable to Rikas oxygen starved mind. She was busy trying to cough up the thick fluid entering her lungs. Renamon was on top of things however, that paw softly squeezing around little Rikas throat anytime she squirmed or bucked, preemptively cutting the coughing reflex off at the source.

It hurt. The pain of this thick, viscous and warm sheath cream flowing into her windpipe was worse than any of the times she accidentally inhaled even a drop of water down the wrong pipe. She could feel herself fading. Her fingertips started to tingle, her feet and legs kicked more weakly, but none of it would stop Renamon, who simply eagerly supplied another warm spurt of the thick sheath cream, adding it on top of Rikas face. She didn't have the energy to squirm anymore. Her spirit was bowing into her needy lungs, which were quickly filling with the thick, creamy fluid. A soft but insistent slap to her cheek brought her a few more sudden seconds of alertness, only to have her face and nose covered in even more thick sheath cream as a result, renewing the pain in her throat. The sticky and viscous fluid clung to her throat as it was slowly inhaled.

Rikas cheeks were on fire. Despite the lack of energy, she realized the depravity of her situation. She was drowning in her Digimons lap. Noticeably blushing as she was, it shouldn't have come as a surprise when Renamons warm paws stopped holding her eyes open, and instead moved to rub her blushing little cheeks. It's either that or she was hoping to rub the cream into it, she wasn't quite sure. Renamon was droning on about something in regards to her evolution and how this fluid was a new manner of uploading data in an organic way, but Rika couldn't maintain consciousness long enough to grasp the meaning.

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That was it, the little girl faded from consciousness in her lap. Renamon almost considered that perhaps she'd been squeezing her little face between her thighs too much. Rika sank a little, her arms and legs slumping. Renamon knew it was only partially complete. A few seconds later, the innocent frame of Rika started to convulse a little, and Renamon almost started to think about consequences, or perhaps she was being too mean to the little girl. On the other hand, perhaps could be considered payback for that time spent as a subservient animal, where Rika couldn't even fathom the idea that Renamon was worth more than just being treated like an attack dog. Yes. She would allow Rika to be humbled in this manner.

Oh, she had finished her little aftershocks and squirms. Finally, Renamon could open her thighs, letting her heavy sack slowly slip from little Rikas mouth with a wet 'slurp'. She wasn't even sure how the little girl hadn't even thought of biting to get away. That would have been a mistake she wasn't too keen on discovering the sensation of. Her heavy paw gently caressed the unconscious little Rika, and put her down on the ground on her back. In a flash of movement, Renamon retrieved the Digivice, and pulled out one of her own cards. Something new, courtesy of the same evolution that befit her with the heavy sheath between her thighs. With a quick swipe of the card, the digivice itself began to glow and shift, transforming swiftly to accommodate the new data. Renamon beamed at the finished product, a proud little collar for Rika to wear. While more than just a little something that would keep her sane, and alive, throughout her training, it would also serve in translating the 'data uploads' Renamon was intent on performing on Rika.

The collar snapped snuggly around Rikas neck, and immediately her little chest seemed to gurgle audibly. The digivice, a tiny display, fraction the size of what it used to be, had no more card reader of any sort on it. This made Renamon smile even broader while sitting closely and listening to the sounds within Rika. If her plan would come fully to fruition, she'd have a surprise for her at the end. Her warm paws softly caressed the vulnerable little girl and took her time helping the sheath cream Rika had inhaled slowly convert into data chunks, absorbing into the body and merging with it.

"I'll help you evolve, little Rika. Don't worry, I'd never let you die."

Those were the first words Rika heard as she regained consciousness from what she assumed was the end of a nightmare. She didn't even remember what caused her to pass out, only that there was a dull ache in her chest. Oh, no, she did remember. A second later, she turned on her side and coughed up a healthy portion of the thick sheath slime she'd inhaled. Renamon held onto her shaking frame and hovered over her slightly, watching Rikas every little motion. The heat, so close to her, was warming up the entire house even now. If there was one benefit to it all, Rika observed she wasn't feeling as cold as she had before. For a moment, she wished she had just pulled the blanket back up and gone back to sleep. Instead, still reeling with a bit of shock, and a little blush returning to her cheeks, she turned to face Renamon.

"Renamon! What the hell?!"

In-between a few more involuntary sputters that left a bit of the warm sheath slime she had coughed up, drooling from her mouth and onto her little breasts. Renamon was on her knees beside her, and was holding onto the back of Rikas head once again, but only to help her sit up. She had an oddly motherly smile upon her big muzzle, as if knowing of Rikas plight, letting her have a little tantrum. It was essential for the new collar to do its job.

"I almost drowned! Your.... whatever this evolution is. It must be a virus infecting you! Help me get my digivice, I'll clear it out of your system and this can end. This isn't you!"

At first, Rika hadn't even noticed the pressure of the collar wrapped around her little neck, but as she spoke, the collar tightened little by little, and her ears picked up on little clicks that vibrated at it. Renamon smiled and softly caressed her paw over the collar and her little throat.

"It's already here, little Rika. It's an upgrade to your digivice I thoughtfully picked up for you in the digital world. You might be opposed to the idea now, but gradually, you'll learn to love it."

Renamon offered a wicked smile. Rika wasn't used to it, but she could almost swear it was a perverted one at that.

"I mean... really gradually. Perhaps you won't ever love it at all. I'll make sure to make the 'data uploads'; or perhaps I should call them what they are, 'feeding sessions'; will be really rough, just for you, little Rika."

Confusion, shock, and shame was screaming through Rikas mind and body. Her soul felt frustrated being unable to vocalize exactly how she felt. This wasn't like Renamon at all. She'd listen to orders from Rika, she'd do as told, do as asked. The two of them had been getting along, she thought. What was this sudden change, this infection that had triggered Renamon to behave so alien towards her?

"Why are you doing this?"

Renamon continued with that knowing smile, that big paw of hers eagerly caressing the little girl. Even not so subtly molesting her little breasts, rubbing what was left over of the mess that dribbled down her chin, around them, onto them.

"You'd like to think I'd monologue about my reasons, little Rika, give you some sort of out for why I'm going to do all the things that will happen to you in the coming weeks, months, even years if things work out properly. But that just isn't the case, little Rika. You don't have to think about the why and how of life anymore, alright? Over time, the upgraded digivice will ensure your little body submits to me, but keep your mind resilient and very much your own. Want to see?"

Rika was apprehensive, immediately her own hand shot up to her neck to examine the digivice that Renamon spoke of. Renamon even relaxed and stood up, letting the little girl stand up on her own. Rika hurried away from the living room and ran into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door in order to examine herself in the mirror. Sure enough, the little digivice was wrapped around her neck in a fashionable little purple collar that fit her perfectly. There was no card swipe reader of any sort, nor any buttons. That threw her for a loop, how was she going to fix this? The sound of Renamon materializing inside the bathroom, apart from giving rise to a new kind of anxiety, would also bring an answer to her question. Those two warm paws pulled on little Rika, and tugged her tightly against Renamons breasts. Before she could register the thought, Renamon had dashed past the bathroom door, and put Rika back in bed, except... the world was upside down?

"There is no fixing this, little Rika. At least not once we get to the last stage."

So there was a way? The last stage? If there was a method of reversing these effects, Rika had to figure it out. Her mind however quickly adapted to what she thought was an upside down world, when in reality, it was her own head, being bent over the edge of the bed, and her eyes were settling slowly on the familiar yellow furred thighs of Renamon.

"Remember little Rika, you were between here just a little while ago? It was very rude of me not to let you have even a drink before I filled your lungs, but I'll rectify that."

No. Not again. Rikas hands shot up to push against her assailants thighs, but as soon as she made contact with the soft furred legs, her collar tightened a little, leaving her choking and gasping for breath, and instinctively she coughed. She hadn't even noticed Renamon bending over her a little, and holding onto the back of her head with that torturously big, warm paw again.

"See? Your body acts to resist, but it will be made to submit, even as your mind struggles. Thank you for opening your little mouth, Rika. Do you want to drink my cum while looking up at me? Or while I cover your little eyes and nose with my warm, full sack?"

Rika faltered in her push, her little hands retreated from Renamons thighs, and the collar immediately loosened a little, giving her enough time to recover and close her mouth again. While a little upsetting, Renamon savored the challenge. After all, this *was* what she asked for from her evolution. Rika huffed and turned her face away from Renamons thighs, but that ever controlling paw quickly made short work of that effort. Rika dared not even speak, lest Renamon use it as an avenue of some sort to work herself inside that little throat of hers again!

"I understand, you're not used to serving your digimon yet, little Rika. So perhaps I'll let you look up at me while I fill your mouth, okay?"

Despite the precarious position, Rika felt herself and her world spin again. Placing the girl back on the bed proper was no big feat for the new and improved Renamon, having grown in her evolution to easily twice the size of Rika, if not more. Renamon couldn't lie to herself, a part of her wanted to keep seeing little Rikas face struggle between her thighs even more. Easy enough then, to pin her little arms to the bed, as Renamon crawled up ontop of Rika, and slowly mounted her face. As diminutive as it was from this angle, Renamon relished the opportunity to slowly break her owner. Judging by the renewed blush on Rikas cheeks, she was looking up at Renamon with fury the likes of which she hadn't seen often.

"Ah ah ah, none of that, little Rika. If you so much as think of biting, the collar will choke you, and I'll take my time in pumping my thick cum directly inside your lungs instead of your little stomach. You don't want to drown again, do you?"

Rika shuddered and shook under Renamon at the thought, shaking her little head in answer to the question, but still refusing to open her mouth. Since she didn't need a helping paw on the back of her head anymore, she found her mouth slowly being coaxed open by the ever warm paw. The looming threat of that thick sheath slowly tilted down and pressed right against Rikas lips.

"I have to warn you, little Rika. I'm still pent up, and I've never experienced your little mouth before. You want to taste my thick girl cum, don't you, Rika? I'll be polite, I won't even push my girl cock inside your throat, if you open your little mouth willingly and suck as ordered."

She genuinely weighed the offer for a moment before blushing deeply and shaking her head defiantly. She wasn't about to go along with this. Soon enough her mother would come home and...

"Oh she's not coming home for a week, little Rika. Remember? One of her classic business trips, besides, it's a school day too. You think I'm letting you stay home from school just because of a full stomach? Anyway, final chance. I want to see your little mouth open."

Rika shivered from the intense warmth of that thick sheath so close against her lips, her eyes looked up at Renamon, pleading. She wasn't giving in, not to this, but if it could prevent some onslaught on her throat that Renamon was planning, it would give her more time to find a way to escape this horrible situation. Her little lips parted, jaw opened, and her mouth was immediately assaulted by the vile, thick musk of Renamons sheath. Renamon immediately bucked and pushed, unsheathing her girl cock directly inside the young girls little open, wet mouth. The warm and wet texture of the taste buds of that soft tongue being immediately and involuntarily forced to embrace the unsheathing vulpine girl cock couldn't have been a better trigger for Renamon. Rika on the other hand gagged involuntarily. She had been tricked. This was a mistake. The salty thick musk that dressed her tongue was ten times worse than just the thick sheath cream. The firm, and flexing girl cock slowly filling her comparably tiny mouth made her choke up for a moment. Renamon was in bliss.

She'd been holding back, all this time. Her pent up, heavy sack had been churning up cum since she'd returned from the digital world. The heat between her thighs multiplied exponentially for a moment as Rika felt the weight ontop of her shudder and shiver. Before Renamon had even unsheathed a few inches inside her mouth, her thick cock flexed, and pumped, pulsing wave after wave of thick, musky girl cum directly inside little Rikas mouth. Renamon shuddered above her, watching Rika panic as her little cheeks immediately began to bulge. It didn't even have to be said, though it was still reflexive, or involuntary, whatever you'd like to call it. Rika gulped down a thick spurt of the warm, salty and thick cum that was aimed right at her throat, bucking under Renamon in the process. Once it started, she couldn't stop it however, and the thick cream was too sticky with surface tension that she couldn't even get a proper gulp in. As her throat cleared from the previous gulp, the next thick spurt of cum pumping out of Renamons thick cock, pulsed directly over the entrance to her throat again, forcing another loud gulp that made her choke. The sound of her gulp emanated loudly through the room, making Renamon twitch and climax even harder into the little girls mouth.

It was like glue, it was coating her tongue, her teeth, her entire mouth was filled with it, and still each swallow didn't seem to empty any at all. Her little hands and arms struggled under Renamon as mid gulp, she coughed and spilled a load of the thick cream past her lips. Her blushing cheeks only lit more on fire as Renamon slowly caressed them, purposely upsetting the balance of her quick little gulps. Making matters worse yet, Renamon would ever so softly move her hips, stirring her girl cock around inside that little mouth, and softly kissing the entrance to Rikas throat with her cock tip. It wouldn't stop, sending pulse after pulse, wave after wave of thick, freshly churned girl cum directly inside her little mouth. Humans weren't meant to swallow this much liquid, nevermind when it was this thick! Her eyes were tearing up, she could barely breathe, little cum bubbles emitting from her nostrils as she tried to struggle with the intermittent gulps of that thick cum. At least it was a little easier with Renamons thick cock so close to her throat!

Renamon sensed this, and, not wanting to make things too easy for Rika, actually managed to withdraw a little, and simply resorted to painting her tongue in the cream. No! Now she'd...

"Nhgnnn!"

"That's right little Rika, you can swallow my thick cum all by yourself. Drink it down, let it clog your little throat up~"

That was an understatement! Her little cheeks were bloating up again, overfilled with the warm, thick cum. She repetitively tried to swallow and gulp under Renamon, but the position was making it difficult. She was drinking her Renamons cum! No! This couldn't be happening! Her throat convulsed but continued the motions uninterrupted, drinking loudly from that thick girl cock stuck inside her little mouth. Her mind screamed stop, but her body felt that thick sloshing warmth settle in her stomach, coating the inside regardless. The stroking of her blushing cheek made things even worse, spilling out load after load of extra cum over her own face again.

The little human looked delightful to Renamon, her little mouth stuffed with girl cock. A sight that the vulpine digimon intended on making a common thing in the household. Perhaps even outside the household. Even during the midst of the little choking, and loud gulping sounds that filled the room, Renamon couldn't help herself. She wanted to pull out, and let the little girl breathe, but it was too difficult to resist. She gave in to that sensation, that lust and urge. Her big paw stopped caressing Rikas cheeks for a moment and instead moved up, and held her little nose shut, watching the panic in her eyes set in as she started to shake a little and gulp even faster to try and clear her mouth for a breath of air. The lewd sounds of the room increasing in volume as it made Renamon only moan and fill her mouth with even thicker, fresher cum.

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Neither of them knew how long it went on for, Rika lost consciousness multiple times as she was made to suck, drink, and drown on Renamons thick cum, over and over and over. By the time Renamon was drained of any will to fill Rikas mouth, it was already evening, and it looked like she'd be missing school for the day after all. Somewhere during that time, the phone had rung with a voicemail about her school attendance, and also one from Takato asking where she'd been that day.

Rikas belly was taut, stretched a little round with the volume of thick cum that had been pumped inside her. She could feel the collar throughout the day, warmly squeezing her neck. Despite the ever filling presence of Renamons girl cock inside her mouth, she didn't feel too full. Or at least, not full enough to throw up. A mind numbing side effect of the cream being converted into data when her stomach was overfilled, to prevent any physical damage. Her lungs ached, having been made to inhale the thick cum directly from Renamons cocktip over and over, only to pass out, and be resuscitated by the sting of the collar around her neck. Her jaw hurt, and even her face was feeling lightly bruised by the battering of Renamons heavy cum filled balls when she'd been put on her back. Somewhere beside her, Renamon was resting too, idly scratching the side of her sheath to settle an itch while she contemplated future plans for Rika.

"A glorious end to the first day, little Rika. By the end of the week, your little body will be acclimated to it, I think. I'm looking forward to tomorrow."

Rika tilted her tired head over to look at her Digimons cock. It was fully engorged, unsheathed for the past few hours. It had a thick bulbous knot, one that she hadn't yet had the 'pleasure' of getting to know. Not that she wanted to either. This was definitely somewhat like the dogs in the park she had seen once or twice, but bigger. Much bigger, and she doubted and dog would be able to...produce, the way Renamon had. Wait. Why was she thinking about it like this? No, she had to think clearly. There was a stage, Renamon mentioned earlier in the day. A final stage? She could revert this process before then, right? She hadn't even noticed Renamon turning her attention back to her.

"No, little Rika. You won't get a chance to reverse it. I'm going to take care of it tomorrow."

That uncomfortably warm, big paw softly caressed over her full, sloshing stomach as she whispered into Rikas ear.

"Tomorrow I'm going to show you some special things about this upgraded digivice. I'm going to claim your little cunny, your virginity. I'm going to send you to school with a womb full of thick cum, and then... ohhhh... you'll see. Lets just say, Takato will want to know why you've got such a big bulge moving around inside your little body. His little hands will want to move over and touch you..."

Renamon emulated the motions at that, softly rubbing her talons over Rikas sensitive abdomen, eliciting a tingling sensation from deep within.

"He won't be able to help but aim my pumping cocktip and guide it directly inside your little womb."

Rika lay there motionless, blushing. She tried to play it off like this wasn't bothering her, like she was letting Renamon get away with this for now. For whatever reason though, her heart was beating quicker and quicker at the words of her digimon. However, some inconceivable little tingling sensations within her body urged and lusted to feel that thick girl cock fill her body and claim her through and through. She didn't fully understand what Renamon meant about something called a womb, but knowing her, it couldn't be good. Once again, she caught herself. She shouldn't be thinking like this. She shouldn't!

She couldn't!