Renamon and Rika: Taming Guilmon by AzTech

Renamon and Rika: Taming Guilmon

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#4 of Renamon and Rika

The saga continues. This time we rope some extras into the fold and continue the debauchery with the privacy we have. This is a commissioned piece wherein I am granted artistic liberty. I initially intended this chapter to round in at about 10K words, but it flew away from me.

As always, this series focuses on Rape, Humiliation, and Impregnation, but keep an eye out for TRIPLE LINE BREAKS as they denote more Extreme Fetishes. The one included in this chapter is:

Watersports/Piss/Urine

I had intended to include MTF Gender change and some chastity, but we'll save it for another time, this one took long enough. Sorry to keep you waiting. As always, enjoy, and please leave your comments below. They're always fun to read.

In hindsight, getting to school had been the easy part. There would be no simple way to infiltrate an ongoing class without looking highly suspect. Being late was enough of a faux pas on its own, but to come inside, scented as she was? She could tug her shirt over her inflated belly so that would not look so obvious, but still. At this point, considering how long she'd been held up, it might be simpler to wait by Takatos locker. It was obvious, by the way Takato stuffed his shoe locker so full, that he kept more belongings than most others would there, and would likely return to it before gym class. Maybe if she was lucky, his digivice would be there. Taking the long way around wasn't easy, but it would be safer. Conservatively avoiding any leery eyes meant less attention on her.

She just had to act like she belonged there. She was supposed to be in the hallway. One of her teachers had sent her to get a fresh box of chalk. Yes. That would be a passable excuse long as she kept on the move. Rika doubted anyone would be around to question her, classes were amid that last-five-minutes chaos where the teacher would still try to get everyone to focus. That meant faculty would be too busy to pay attention to her, and students would be too distracted socializing with each other. It was the perfect storm right now.

What was Takatos last name again? Mitsuki? Mutsuki? How many possibly names could there be for boys that started with the letter T? Takai, Takashi, Takato Matsuki, here we go. Socks, shoes, yep those make sense. What else? Bagged lunch, even though the school covers lunches. Mostly bread, probably for Guilmon now that she thought about it. No digivice, damn it. She would have to figure out a way to convince him then. Destroying the trust they'd built up together would all start with a simple lie. Who else would she destroy with lies? Jeri? Rika knew that Takato fancied the younger girl. Was there even anything else left for Rika to do? Did she have any other cards to play? What were her other choices? There was always supposed to be a choice.

"Rika?"

"Rika! Hey! Where were you yesterday? Are you all right? You don't look too well." Takatos curious face poked into the room, standing still while leaning against the lockers.

Her fingers crossed behind her back, though she didn't know whether she was jinxing herself or secretly wishing for good luck. Takato, the little fool. He had no idea what kind of betrayal he was about to endure. Rika was still a little nervous. Would this really work? Where had the card in her backpack come from? Maybe she could throw it away in time and tell Takato to run away? Her collar clicked lightly against her neck. NO! She wanted him to feel the same pleasure she had. Just think, in a few minutes, she will help her friend's life change for the better. Right? She meekly looked around a few seconds before replying.

"I'm okay. I, just, can we go somewhere alone? It's about Renamon, and I'm worried it might affect Guilmon too."

The two walked quietly, hastily. Hiding out of sight and earshot in the halls until the bell rang and class began. Somewhere in one of the classrooms right now, she figured a teacher might notice their absence and mark it down on a sheet that would net another call home. Luckily her mother was likely out of town for another few days, if not another few weeks.

"That's a nice necklace Rika, is it new?"

Oh Takato. He would get his own, very soon. Poor boy, he was just trying to compliment her. Still, the longer she was attempting to be conversational, the bigger the chance this could go wrong. The Halls were empty. Class was in session. Rika softly touched the collar that used to be her digivice. "I-It is. I g-got it from Renamon the day before yesterday. She... Got sick. Some sort of virus from the digital world that manifested in the real world. Luckily..."

Her speech was coming out short, stunted. She couldn't focus on a lie and on talking at the same time. Takato interrupted, suddenly concerned. Rikas heart was already beating fast enough, she had not rehearsed any lie, she wasn't ready to deceive her friend like this.

"Are you all right? What happened? Is Renamon okay?"

Her collar clicked a little. Yes. Renamon is perfect. Yes. Images of Renamons thick sheath buried between her thighs flashed through her mind. Images of her little belly growing heavy with Renamons litter. She woke with a start out of these visions when it felt like one of the cubs kicked inside her womb. Oh God.

"I'm fine, R-Renamons fine. We beat the virus and we built an anti-virus card of sorts. We wanted to make sure you got it before Guilmon got affected."

Her cheeks were on fire as she pulled up her shirt a little by accident in the process of taking her backpack off, and pulled the card from within. Would Takato see how full her stomach and womb were? She already looked three months pregnant with the amount of cum Renamon had pumped inside her. Not to mention the breakfast she was fed. She handed it to Takato, but as he looked down, she did not know why, but she left her shirt up for just a few more seconds. His eyes seemed to open a little wider in surprise as he saw the filled little Rika. His curious eyes quickly glanced up at her as he graciously accepted the card.

"Are you all right? The virus didn't affect you did it? I don't mean to be mean but you look like you ate a lot of mashed potatoes in only a couple of days, ha-ha."

Even as he spoke, he produced his digivice. Yes. You innocent little fool. Rikas voice fluttered, her eyes glued to his hands. She managed to keep her nervous fidgeting under control but her cheeks were still blushing. No doubt Renamon was watching, waiting to strike. She huffed to herself quietly as Takato began to swipe the card through his digivice. She couldn't hold it in any longer. Takato was so close to her. She pulled up her shirt again, distracting Takato with her bare belly right as his digivice began to merge with the new data and transform in his hand.

Takato looked confused for a moment as he felt his digivice shifting in his hand, but Renamon was already there, her approach had gone undetected. She reached into the boys' hand, took the new collar, and snapped it closed around his neck. He immediately tried to grip for his throat to remove it, but his hands were being held tightly by Rika. He looked like he was about to ask what was happening when he caught sight of how much taller Renamon was, and how she was standing there, her chest fluff unable to hide her soft, furred breasts. Takato couldn't move, or at least everything felt like slow motion to him.

Light faded and gave way to darkness.

There would be no solid distinction between consciousness, nightmares, dreams, or just suffocating between a pair of heavenly digimon thighs. He would discover that soon enough. Renamon could handle a light little creature like this with ease. Rika would find her own way home, perhaps after having humiliatingly sat through several more classes at school with a full womb. That would teach her a lesson. Obedience. Subservience. A good lesson for a little girl to learn.

Takato on the other hand, he would be out for a while. That would give Renamon enough time to bring him back home to Rikas place. Perhaps even enough time to bring Guilmon there as well. The house would reek of musk soon enough, a scent that both the young tamers would become so intimately familiar with, they would not be able to escape it even if they washed themselves for weeks. Not that they would be allowed to, for all Renamon cared, those two little tamers would be stuck with her musk for the rest of their lives.

While the final goal was already something Renamon always kept in mind, she was thoroughly enjoying the steps, the plan to get there. Breaking her tamers was one thing, sure, but at the same time she felt the unmistakable urge that she still wanted to protect them. No, she needed to. If these would be the ones to spawn her offspring into the world, then it would not be long before her offspring would number in the dozens, or hundreds. Or years down the road, thousands. While that would bring its own complications, Renamon knew that both Rika and Takato would need to be defended throughout, the queens to the hive, in one sense.

For now, the process to turn Takato into a soon to be queen was the first thing on her schedule. Rika would need a partner, a play friend of sorts. Somebody to share her burdens with, to relate to. It was a tough road ahead for both tamers, and if they at least had each other to be able to stay in this together, then that would help them to stay marginally sane throughout it. Which was exactly what Renamon needed. There would not be any long-term fun if she turned those little bodies into ragdolls for pleasure too quickly. Their minds were precious. Humans have the tenacity and motivation to alter their circumstances provided they have the hope and desire to do so. If they believed there was a way for them to change it, to escape, she would let them try. She'd help them convince themselves that at some point soon, there would be an escape hatch waiting for them. Just out of their reach.

It would be little promises like letting them eat a real meal occasionally if they willingly rode on her cock to impregnate themselves. That they would be allowed to go for a walk by themselves if their little bodies were already full and pregnant. They would crave nature, the outdoors, fresh air, a bath. All these things were no longer rights, but rather privileges that had to be earned. It would be tough for them to get even a sideways glance outdoors when their eyes would be dutifully covered with a warm set of balls. The concerned Digimon that she was, she had to always make sure her little tamers weren't going hungry, after all.

Takato was resting on Rikas bed. It was the best place for him for now, as long as the house was empty. God, Renamon was sincerely excited for Rikas mother to return, and for them all to have a dinner together or some equally degrading traditional family activity. For her own mother to not even know that Rika would be sitting or walking around, pregnant with Renamons cubs. How powerless the little tamer would feel, to have those half digital creatures squirming and kicking around, growing inside her body more every minute. It made Renamon drool at the thought. Not to mention that her plump sheath was already swelling a little.

Takato would have to wait until Guilmon arrived, as much as Renamon already wanted to stuff the little boys throat and get him hooked on thick girl cum, it was important that his own Digimon was to tie the knot, so to speak. That would ensure that Takato would be molded to the desires of Guilmon. God knows what the desires of that innocent creature would be. Renamon could only hope to make sure that Guilmons desires would fall in line with her own. She imagined it couldn't be too difficult, once she helped the glorified miniature red dinosaur understand how good it feels to pump cum down his tamers tight little throat.

Both would understand their true purpose soon.

Rika could not sit still in class. Whatever the teacher was rambling about would matter little in the long term anymore. These lessons, all these kids around her, here to learn. She wished she had it as easy as them. Little did they know that right in the middle of their class, a little innocent girl was sitting down, demonstrating a listful pretense, while deep inside her womb, thick girl cum was ensuring her pregnancy. The pain had faded entirely, the only sensations her mind kept drifting back to was how that warm, thick Renamon cum was swishing around inside her ovaries. Every subtle movement, from repositioning her legs, to writing something down with her pencil, it all added up. They would be kicking and squirming inside her body soon. She would have to walk home like this, Renamon would likely make Rika continue to go to school even as her little body would grow heavier with cubs. The way she was meant to be.

That was the key point in all this, wasn't it? It was good that she was sitting here in class, doing nothing to stop her impregnation. Just let the thick girl cum do its job inside her womb, while she pretended to listen to the teacher. Rika contemplated asking her homeroom teacher some questions about the nature of pregnancy, like how long it would usually take, or if there were any steps to prevent it within a certain amount of time. She knew of birth control, but had not received any formal education about birth control yet so it was all conjecture. Not that it would matter, she wanted to feel what it was like to be pregnant. She had asked for it, begged for it. Renamon had reminded her of that. Had made her feel a cumming cock tip pumping virile cum directly into her ovaries. Had made her feel what it would be like to walk with a body that round, and full, and stretched in her dreams. It was only a matter of time until she could feel it in real life.

Maybe that was the point too. Focusing was difficult, but maybe she didn't need to focus on the irrelevant lessons of her teacher. The only lessons that would matter would be the ones that would teach her to adequately perform and take care of her Digimon. Her grades would slowly dwindle and sink as she focused less on her school work, and more on providing a warm place for her digimon to cum inside of. Something that none of her classmates, much less the teacher, could ever hope to understand. They would never know the delight of carrying the cubs from a creature that could keep you warm in any climate. One that you could speak with and understand, yet would hopelessly overpower you in a mere instant. One that could pin you down and impregnate you half a dozen times per year. God, she would look good with a baby bump in her. Yes. That is what she was meant for. Her body would swell, her skin would stretch to fit all those little cubs. That's what all her classmates would soon be meant for as well.

She could not wait to go back home.

Guilmon stood opposite Renamon. A couple of perplexing emotions went through both of them, as they examined each other. Renamon, still presiding in her dominant female form, obviously putting her full physique on display. Guilmon on the other hand, having newly evolved into his own version of this new dominant form. Renamon felt like a dwarf by comparison. While not exactly a T-Rex, it would not be easy to fit Guilmon through a door anymore. Luckily Rikas house was open enough to allow the red monster to walk throughout it without the tail becoming a nuisance by knocking everything over. Guilmon had grown significantly from his pathetic prior form, his body impressively muscled and powerful. The difference that Renamon was focusing on right now however, was the distinct presence of an additional musk.

A powerful scent, tainting the air with its intensity. A feral sort of musk that began to fill the room, joining the scent of Renamon and nigh overpowering it. Renamon nearly feared to look under the red dinosaur digimon, but her curiosity got the better of her. What kind of sheath could such an evolution bring? Well would you look at that. A sheath, albeit without fur. More surprising however was the size of the weighty, full sack directly beneath. The coloration and, how to put this, meatiness? The meatiness of it was so plump, and thick. Reminiscent of the earth species, equines. Horses. Oh, this would be glorious. She expected internal testes on account of the lizard like nature of Guilmon, but this was by far a much more pleasant surprise.

Just the mere thought of what Rika or Takato would look like, strapped against the underside of Guilmons belly, impaled by that sizeable thing. Choking around it, drowning from it, worshipping it, or even bulging out their little bellies. Renamon almost unsheathed at that thought. She did not want to spook Takato with the presence of two throbbing dicks intent on filling him right off the get go. No, he would receive the delight of Guilmon filling him first. In fact, Renamon had just the thing for this situation. Initially something she plotted to save for Rika. It would be even more delightful to make Rika attach the special muzzle to Takato on her own. In the mean time, Renamon took the time to plot maliciously with Guilmon. After all, determining how much more bestial or intelligent he became after his evolution, and whether he would pose a threat to her plans for their tamers, was still unclear.

Guilmon seemed rather calm compared to his usual, curious, high-energy self. Where was that dog like curiosity of needing to push his snout somewhere to inspect something? He seemed to just watch Renamon for the time being, as she watched him. Perhaps the way he evolved to this new form, differing from her, meant that he was already under her control? Renamon had no desire to tame another Digimon in addition to taming the human tamers themselves. If she simply brought forth the desires surely building within Guilmon by now, it would suffice. A grumbled huff by the muscly, oversized red lizard almost punctuated the thought for her. That settled it then, if Takatos mouth would be the first thing he'd mate with when mounting the boy, then there'd be no influence from the young tamer to challenge his Digimon. Then all would continue according to plan.

To be honest, she had not initially plotted to secure Takato. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her. Not to mention her desire to see what other miracles this digital evolution would perform on humans. How would the overly virile sperm found within her balls affect a male, for instance? Well, it's not like she'd allow the poor boy to inseminate anyone, so she'd have to figure out a plan to deal with that while Guilmon would have his way. Speaking of the red dinosaur, a lack of patience for a silent vixen meant he began to explore the house, following the scent of his tamer no doubt.

"Don't wander too far Guilmon. Takato has a surprise for you and we would not want to spoil it until Rika arrives home." A flash of yellow fur, and a darting red tail seemed to mingle for a moment as Renamon pulled Guilmon down to the ground, away from Rikas bedroom, where Takato lay. "You remember how we saved the digital world, right Guilmon? How much we helped our Tamers, right?" Guilmon nodded slowly, expelling another grunt and a huff. She continued. "I've discovered the final evolution for Digimon, Guilmon. All that we have sacrificed, all the tamers we served for. This evolution only occurs when we achieve peace, and it is our reward." His interest waned for a moment, before Renamon pulled his big muzzle back to face her. "Now it is our tamers turn to serve us, Guilmon. As their protectors, we have earned the privilege to live in peace with our tamers for eternity."

Guilmons eyes lit up at that prospect. Living in peace, he could just eat bread all day. Bread is tasty. He would not have to fight other Digimon, and he could make friends! He huffed happily and his tail nearly knocked something valuable off a table, but he waited as he was told. Takato was nearby. His scent filled the air.

"Now, there's a couple of differences about your evolution, so I'll teach you a couple of things."

The door rattled sharply as it swung closed. Rika had returned home, quite hastily too, it appeared. Likely not in the mood to encounter Renamon again in a dark alleyway along her path. Perfect timing. Rika would unwittingly help Renamon tame Guilmon, and to train Takato how to be a good servant. Giddy with excitement, Renamon barely resisted running over to pick the little girl up and sweep her off her feet.

"Rika! Welcome home!" The cocky vixen swayed her tail while walking over to greet Rika. There is nothing that could be more demeaning than to return to the place where Rika knew she would be inevitably raped again. At least, not yet. Renamon would discover newer, more demeaning things, surely. Especially now that Takato had been roped in on this plot. Rikas cheeks were already bright red with a blush, how could she possibly be expected to continue living in such a hostile environment? All these new doubts started rushing into her head. Why was it that Renamon could simply put her paw onto Rikas shoulder and comfort the girl with such warm fur, while it also reflexively repulsed her? How adorable, to be pulled against her rapist almost willingly. Submitting herself. Wanting to be raped again, wanting to be pregnant.

Renamons warm sheath slipped between Rikas cute little thighs, rubbing up against her panty-clad cunt lips. No, please, not again! It was pressing so insistently!

"I should welcome you back home appropriately don't you think?" Renamon asked. "Slip your little panties to the side for me, little Rika. Then beg me to unsheathe inside you."

Guilmon stepped into the room, poking his head around the corner curiously. Rika panicked for a moment, pushing her hands against Renamon as soon as she sighted Takatos Digimon. "Guilmon! Wha-What happened to you?"

"I digivolved! Renamon said so!" A much deeper, but unmistakably familiar voice came from Guilmons muzzle. He seemed surprised at the depth of his own voice. Second guessing himself for a moment. He stepped out from behind the wall and immediately grunted in discontent, sniffing at the air for an unfamiliar scent.

"No distractions little Rika, you heard me the first time." Renamon gave Rika a scowl, a visual little threat to obey. It didn't seem to convey enough intent, as the little girl still hesitated. Her sheath flexed between those little thighs, pushing under her little skirt.

"Not in front of Guilmon, Renamon, please. I just got home. I'm hungry." Rika replied in a hushed, nervous whisper, afraid to be caught so soon by Takatos curious Digimon.

"Why didn't you say so sooner?" Renamon tugged on Rikas little arms, pulling her over towards the ever curious Guilmon, who had been observing them both. "You've met Guilmon of course, but I doubt you were able to imagine what he'd be like after his evolution."

Truthfully, Rika hadn't thought about it. She'd been too busy thinking about the consequences of her own situation. It wasn't the time to become obsessed with feeling guilty, but for a spare second, it occurred to her that she should have been concerned about Takato being abducted by Renamon. For all she knew, Renamon could have violated the boy a dozen times before she came home from school. She should have gone to the police instead of walking straight home. What was compelling her to obey Renamon? This position she was being pushed down into, on her hands and knees, it felt almost natural. Wrong, yet primal. It took her this long to realize there was even another scent in the house. A salty, pure, fresh musk. This close under Guilmons round belly, it overpowered even the musk that had stained her nostrils until now.

She willed her eyes to stay open somehow, even though just a few days ago she never would have dared to examine a digimon this intimately. A blush ran across her cheeks, at least Guilmon was holding still. Those hind paws could crush her head with ease if they wanted. Slowly, her eyes came to focus on the one thing Renamon was intent on having her see. That huge, musky, churning sack. The individual orbs were almost lost in the heavily hung pouch. Just above, a telltale equine sheath, prominently displaying a little dribble of sheath cream. Though the moment Rika noticed it, the scent overwhelmed her. For a moment she wanted to gag, only for her attention to be brought back to the thick dollop of sheath cream hanging so close to her nose, she could taste it. It was easy to determine the texture just by looking at it. Thick, off-white, and sticky. Clinging to Guilmons sheath with short lived tenacity before finally falling onto the ground, staining the floor instantly.

"Dinner is right there, little Rika. There's no platter to serve it on, so you'll just have to drink right from the source." Renamon pushed the vulnerable, hesitant girl a little further under Guilmons belly, despite her little squirmed protests. She'd have to learn eventually that this was her place. Renamon didn't care much for the renewed curiosity of Guilmon looking back and forth between her and under his own belly at Rika.

"What's happening, what's Rika doing, Renamon?" Guilmon was having trouble getting used to swinging his bigger muzzle around. He waited for Renamon to answer him, but when no answer came, he looked back under himself at the current object of fascination. Rika was inspecting him, but a peculiar part of him. One of the plethora of new sensations that he'd been feeling since he evolved not too long ago, was now the subject of interest for all of them. Well that's good, the sooner he could understand how this evolution affected him the better, right? He'd be able to help Takato, and Takato would know how to help him too. So, it couldn't hurt to experiment a little.

"Rika is hungry, Guilmon. Your new evolution allows you to feed Takato whenever he takes care of you from now on. So, Rika is going to teach you how to feed her and Takato. Just relax, and do whatever feels natural to you." Renamon encouraged Guilmon, who was quickly gaining confidence in his new evolution.

He could have pinned her down with ease. That big belly was so close. Rika was hungry, and thirsty, but not for this! Renamons sweet musk and salty girl cum was more enthralling than this, she didn't-

It didn't matter, Renamon helped Rika slide her little mouth forward despite the continuing protests and pushbacks. She would have even made the little girl spend some time worshipping that heavy sack if there was time to spare. As it was however, Renamon was worried Takato would wake up before too long. Except, Rika was making it difficult. Pushing her head back against Renamons paw and trying to back away from that ever heavier looking sheath. That intense musk was continuously making the little girl almost gag. She was lucky she didn't have a lunch to lose.

"Renamon, p-please. Not this. Anything but this." The little girl squealed for mercy.

Guilmon took to looking under himself again, wondering what all the fuss was about. Except he couldn't quite get the angle he needed. He needed to lift one of his hind paws up, Rika was blocking his perspective! Just raise it up, and twist his hips like so. Immediately he was able to breathe better and tuck his tummy in a little. Even better, it seemed he was more easily able to accommodate the girl tamer underneath him. A startlingly new sensation provoked an interesting response from him however.

His sheath! He had moved and pressed it right inside her little mouth. Renamon held fast onto the back of her head, but Rika gagged immediately, almost about to cough from the richly scented musk staining her lips. She desperately used her hands to push up against Guilmons hips, or legs, whatever she could get a hold of. No! His plump sheath was swelling up in and pushing right onto her tongue, delivering a potent, warm rope of sticky sheath cream onto her taste buds. She immediately began to squirm and push, gagging again, and coughing around the rapidly swelling sheath in her mouth. She had to get away, just needed to push on his legs.

Guilmons balance buckled, he wanted to see what was happening. Rika was struggling and squirming under him, but whatever she was licking felt so delightfully amazing! His legs were on the verge of giving out already just from the electric sensation going up along his tail now. If Rika didn't watch out, she would-. It was too late, Guilmons balance crumbled, and he haphazardly fell on top of Rika. Rika tried to twist and pull out of the way, using her legs to get under Guilmon and push him to the side at the last minute. He was too heavy, in this new position she placed herself in, Guilmon neatly fell directly on top of her, softly pushing his thick horse sheath directly inside her mouth, covering her nose and eyes with his heavy sack. He let out a deep, guttural moan as he felt the warm, wet confines of Renamons' tamers' mouth sink to the near base of his sheath, kissing around it. Before he was able to feel guilty about nearly crushing Rika, his hips instinctively bucked, pushing the tip of his drooling sheath towards the back of Rikas tight little throat.

Immediately Rika tried to yell from underneath Guilmon, but it was too little, too late. His heavy sack covered her little nose and eyes, making a perfect seal of her face around his sheath. How quickly Guilmon seemed to take to his new cock sleeve. His sheath kept swelling still, opening her muzzle and throat wider for the constant warm, thick spurts of musky cream drooling directly into her throat. She coughed and gagged reflexively, but it had nowhere to go! It was blocking her little throat up already, all she had left was to swallow and gulp, right around the tip of his plump sheath. He kept bucking into her, making it more difficult too. If this blasted big creature could just be moved! Renamon wasn't being of any help either, likely smirking at Rikas futile efforts to escape, or encouraging Guilmon to continue with whatever excitement he could get from Rikas tight throat.

In fact, that's exactly what Renamon was doing. "There you go, that's the perfect position Guilmon. How does it feel? Can you feel Rika squirming under you? She likes when you move your hips."

Guilmon took the encouragement to heart. Yes, it made sense that Rika wanted more, she was rubbing against his belly so much! He pressed back against her, and pushed his sheath just that one inch deeper, pressing her lips right up into the base, almost pushing her face inside the base of the sheath itself. Yes, oh dear god this felt perfect. This felt right. He belonged here, on top of a squirming tamer. He was simply feeding her. God, her throat was suckling, gulping around his sheath tip. He felt like something was about to happen, this pent-up sensation within him was building.

Renamon was there to quickly comfort him, caressing his back and sides while cooing gently to him. "Relax, Guilmon. Just let yourself unsheathe inside Rikas little throat. She wants to be fed, but you can go at your own pace." Guilmon was about to ask what unsheathing meant, but Renamon was already demonstrating. Standing before him, she drew his attention to her own sheath, and showed him what it meant to unsheathe.

Oh, now it all made sense. That's what this new sensation was within his nether region. He needed to stop tensing up so much and just let it slide right inside Rikas throat. That would be easy, she was already eliciting a reaction from him, and by the time Guilmon finally discovered how to release that pent-up muscle, Rika had started to struggle with renewed intensity. Underneath the heavy sheath, her nose was covered with that heavy, musky sack. The intense heat radiating against her face had made her instinctively hold her breath, but it was getting impossible now. She couldn't fight back if she couldn't breathe. She had to inhale. Her lungs burned for air. Her mouth couldn't, it was blocked. Her little nostrils were neatly clinging to his full sack. Finally, when he shifted, she could breathe! Her lungs kicked into overdrive, deeply inhaling that thick musk right underneath Guilmons heavy sack.

His heavy orbs slapped right against her face as Guilmon bucked his hips, her nose clinging to them mid breath. No, she couldn't breathe like this! She needed to get out from under him! She was pinned, all she could smell was thick digimon cum inside his musky sack. Churning up fresh cream against her little nose, getting ready to feed her. His sheath tip swelled just that extra little bit, and pushed out a huge rope of musky sheath cream inside her throat. She coughed again, gagged, and loudly gulped underneath him. Rika could hear Renamon chuckling above her somewhere, and Guilmon was moaning about something as well. Her throat was being spread open! No! Quick, there had to be something to grab a hold of. Guilmon was about to start unsheathing directly inside her throat!

His cock tip was so broad, and blunt! It was flexing immediately inside her throat as it slipped free of its sheath for the first time. Such a fresh, musky cock, just for her. She gagged and gulped reflexively, kicking her little legs around underneath Guilmons belly uselessly. Another inch unsheathed right inside her throat, and she couldn't resist the urge. She needed to swallow around it. Gulp around it. It was so thick! She couldn't move, her squirming wasn't getting her anywhere. Another thick inch of Guilmons cock was bulging out her little throat as it unsheathed inside. Yes, aiming right towards her stomach. It made the slickest, lewdest sound she'd heard in her life. Renamon was slowly making sure that Rikas throat was just becoming a cock sleeve that Guilmon could slip into. Rika was directly connected to the epicenter of his musk now, letting it pump straight into her as much as he wanted to. That powerful churning sack just kept brushing against her face, making her inhale more sweet musk. Soon, that would all be pumping inside her stomach.

Where was Takato? Why wasn't he helping her? Couldn't he hear that she was choking underneath Guilmon? One of her hands was trying to leverage what control she had to push against Guilmons hind paw. She tried to push and tug on it, to pull herself out from under him. It was impossible, Guilmon shifted his weight and easily kept Rika pinned underneath him. He started to moan and rumble with pleasure against her every time she squirmed and gulped around his cock. Now she couldn't move her arms or legs at all! Finally, unimpeded, Guilmons cock unsheathed inch after inch directly inside Rikas little esophagus. That big bulge forming inside her throat was gradually sliding deeper inside her body. She could barely even shake her head, only managing to nuzzle deeper into Guilmons warm balls.

This dirty musk was staining her lips. A grimy sort of sweat perspiring from the sheath itself. The same type that coated the sack and was wiping itself off on her face and across her nose. By the time she would finally be able to escape from underneath Guilmon, her face would look like it was coated in a semi-translucent jelly of sheath slime and ball musk. Like an overfilled, well used fuck sleeve. Only, escaping was currently out of the question. Guilmon was grinding his sweaty sack right against her nose and there was nothing she could do to stop herself from breathing in the humid flavor. Drawing her breath sharply, freshly, right around the flexing cock hidden inside her throat. The lewd sound of her nose sniffing deeply against his musky sack could be heard throughout the room. His sheath was still swelling, how was that possible? It felt like her jaw was about to unhinge just as a thick, bulbous bulge started to press against the entrance to her throat. Just as Rika was about to question her sanity for the tenth time, it stopped. She could hear Renamon speaking some words of encouragement to Guilmon above her, but it sounded distant and far fetched.

Whatever she must have said worked! Guilmon was finally withdrawing, tugging his cock back from Rikas abused little throat. Even pulling himself off her pinned form a little. She choked and gulped reflexively as this inverted sensation of something slipping the wrong way in her throat grated through her senses. One of her hands shot towards her throat, the other firmly gripped around Guilmons sheath to help push it away from her mouth. She could feel her entire body had grown damp from the musk and sweat coating her, and a moment later she noticed the pressure in her ear drums faded and she could finally hear properly again. The sweet relief of blocked ears disappearing was a cause for hope. This thick bulge moving in her throat almost made her convulse, but she resisted the urge. With a loud slurp, Guilmons cock tip slipped free of Rikas throat. Rika gagged and coughed audibly underneath Guilmon, muffled by the tip still leaking inside her mouth, finally able to open her eyes and see.

A mottled, veined horse cock was the source of all this musk. It was slipping free of her throat inch by inch, leaving a multitude of slick strings of saliva that connected Rikas little mouth to Guilmons impressive musky sheath. It felt almost feral, the musk, the sweat, this degrading position on the ground underneath such an inhuman creature. Her cheeks were still bloated, with the shape of the horse like cock tip that was right amid flaring and flexing on top of her tongue. She couldn't get her mouth free, and Guilmon even complained a bit above her as she attempted to slip it out. Her teeth were just raking across that soft flesh, and it would elicit an immediate flex of his cock tip right against the tight entrance to her throat. She was just a cock sleeve for this huge beast. Kissing Guilmons cock tip with her throat was her duty. He needed to know how good it would feel to pump his thick digimon cum directly into a human cock sleeve. Rika was there to teach him. How lucky for her that Guilmon was such a quick study, instantly starting to push and press right back against the tight entrance to her little throat. Spreading it, slickly pressing against it, and smearing a thick layer of delicious precum against it. She can't help but gulp in anticipation, already trying to milk his cum slit. No! Where were these desires coming from? So gradually incorporating themselves into her stream of thoughts that they were hard to differentiate from her own inner voice.

She had just begun to accept that Guilmons cock tip wasn't coming out when she heard Renamon speak.

"Now push it back inside, slowly. Let her savor the taste." Renamon said it with a smirk, even getting down to look underneath Guilmon at the squirming Rika that had quickly tried to push back away from the sheath that was now beginning the process anew. "Yes, perfect. Can you feel the entrance to her throat? It's small because she's so young, so you'll have to push it in nice and slow."

No! Her throat was slowly spreading around his flared cock tip. That was way too big to fit inside! Nhnghnn! 'Squish' She had to get away, before it slipped inside again! It was still slowly spreading and kissing the entrance to her throat. Her legs kicked out from under Guilmon, almost hitting his big red muzzle in the jaw. He re-adjusted and placed his forepaws down on Rikas little legs, trapping her. Then slowly started to sink his heavy sheath and sack back towards her little panicking face. Renamon was even whispering something into his ear.

He nodded and piped up, his deeper voice sounding almost ominous. "You're going to drink lots of my thick cum, okay Rika? Stop fighting it. I'll pump it directly inside your stomach." He smiled back at Renamon, who patted him on the head rewardingly. Yes, he did good. He was going to slip it right back inside, deep as it could go. That's where it felt the best, right when his balls, as Renamon called them, would press against Rikas face. He hoped he could feed Takato like this as well, his throat would probably be even tighter, he'd have to go slower with him. As it was currently, the little hole currently stopping him from pushing his blunt cock tip inside was enough to keep him motivated. All he needed to do was flex that muscle, Rika would squirm under him and that little throat was being spread open right around his tip. The slickest lewd 'squish' emanated from under him, as Rikas throat kept kissing his tip.

Rikas hand was on her throat, trying to restrict the movement of Guilmons invasive tip. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Renamon had leaned over to watch Guilmon defile her tamer. As if there was much left to defile, her face was already coated in a copious layer of Guilmons musk. Nonetheless, Renamon seemed to growl with lust, watching with delight how Rika struggled and suffered underneath the much bigger, heavier Digimon. His innocence was obvious, and yet even so he was dominating her little face. It was a face worth dominating. Another 'squish' and Rikas focus renewed on trying to escape once again. The entrance to her throat was making out with Guilmons thick cock tip by this point, ready to give in, ready to spread open on the next throbbing flex. There was only one way for this to go, but even so her eyes wouldn't let her believe this thick hunk of throbbing cock meat that was flexing just outside her mouth was about to slide right inside her throat. For the second time, at that!

It was unmistakably like the shaft of a horse. Renamon had never seen one up close like this, but it was apparent why it was touted as the most impressive of breeding tools among earths species. The way Rika was fighting for each breath was adorable. "You heard Guilmon, stop fighting it. Let your little throat spread open for his cock." She cooed into Rikas little ears, careful not to get herself pinned under Guilmon as well. The sweaty beast was producing an incredible amount of musk for his size, all the better to have Rika stuck underneath him for his initiation. Renamon couldn't wait to get the boy tamer underneath him next.

Rika was preoccupied, her arms were getting sore. Trying to restrict the movement of this muscled digimon was impossible. Her throat was no match, her shocked eyes watched helplessly as a powerful flex went up the length of Guilmons throbbing cock. She felt her lips spreading, allowing an inch of slick, musky horse cock to slide inside her mouth. Another slick, lewd 'squish' echoed through the room as Guilmons cock tip gently but insistently spread her little throat open and flared, before softly and slowly pushing directly inside. No! Nghnn! Not again, her hand could stop this! She squeezed it tightly around her throat, trying to halt the advance of the flared, cock tip shaped bulge as it pressed inside. Her lips wavered, another warm inch of hot cock meat pushed inside her mouth, and consequently spread her little throat open. Her hand just offered the delight of a tighter fuck sleeve as the flare pushed underneath her grip. She squirmed, choking immediately, her throat reflexively convulsing around the thick intruder, milking it like a good cock sleeve should. Unable to draw breath past it anymore, not that it mattered. Guilmon was slowly shifting himself down again, pinning Rika down once more. Pressing his thick cock further inside her little throat and settling his warm, musky sack right up against her little face.

Aaaahhh, this was perfect. This is where he belonged. Rika was squirming under him, but he couldn't care less. The little spasms she made only served to elicit a new pleasure out of these organs bestowed upon him with this evolution. He could feel the individual detail of each throbbing inch sliding inside her throat. Whatever Digimon God had designed this evolution deserved to be worshipped for eternity. Guilmon would feed Rika and Takato like this forever from now on. What Renamon said was true, humans were made for this, even if they didn't know it or want to acknowledge it. Rika was proof enough; her throat was milking right around him. Gulping around it. That feeding tool of his. He could easily slip his sheath right against her lips, and press his balls against her face. It was a perfect fit, like a key fitting into a keyhole. Even though she was young by her species standard, her body was unable to deny its true purpose underneath him. Though he had settled deeply inside her throat by now, she was still milking him, gulping, and squirming eagerly against him. She wanted to be fed.

His flare had slipped too deep into her throat to form a bulge that she could feel with her hand, but it was unmistakably pushing towards her stomach. She panicked for a brief moment when his medial ring pressed between her lips, and slowly slid inside her throat much the same way his tip had. She couldn't turn her head away when Guilmons sweaty, musky sack slowly pressed against and covered her little face again. There was no fresh air to inhale, only his sack musk, and cock flavor. She couldn't move her arms or legs, pinned as she was. The only thing she had left to focus on was the throbbing, flexing hot Guilmon cock spreading her throat open. She was a cock sleeve, only able to swallow and gulp and milk and squirm. Soon she would be fed. She had asked for this, she had told Renamon she was hungry. This is her dinner, she just needed to stop fighting, and let Guilmon cum inside her stomach.

Guilmon could feel a warmth building in his loins, an urge. Some pent-up sensation he lacked the words to describe. Renamon had whispered to him to anticipate this, to flex his muscles, push as deep as he could go, and let it all out. This was bliss, he was right on the edge. He could feel his tip pressing against another entrance deep inside Rika, likely her stomach. He could press just a little further and flare his tip on the other side of that entrance to secure his victory. To feed the little human. He just needed to push against her face a little more roughly, push his sheath just inside her mouth a little. She was hungry. Renamon had told him, hungry for his thick cum. It was his duty as Digimon to pump her stomach full. A muffled 'squish' proved he had pushed past her final barrier, barely audible from so deep inside Rika, but felt by both parties. Perfect.

There was a moment of pause, as her panic ceased, and she felt his tip secure itself, flaring just after the entrance into her stomach. She had no right to feel this intimately connected to anything, much less a Digimon cock. She wanted real food, damnit! Not this! This flexing, pumping member, ready to deliver her dinner, now into eternity. It was warming up, heating up much like Renamon did just this morning. His warm sack was churning against her face, and his sheath oozed a thick, viscous slime of sheath musk directly past her lips, coating her face in excess. She could feel the heat progressing bit by bit, pumping, wave after wave, slowly. Powerful flexes kept spreading her little throat, choking her, reminding her to milk around his cock. Guilmon moaned in pleasure against her, rumbling his belly against hers. This was it, her dinner was on its way. No! This thick cum isn't dinner! Nonetheless, his thick cum would be the sole thing filling her belly shortly. She didn't have a chance trying to fight it now, she could just give in and focus on the warm sensation pumping down the length of her throat. Focus on how Guilmons thick, flared cock tip was flaring even more, his cum slit undoubtedly spreading open in anticipation.

The first thick spurt of cum was loud enough to nearly shatter her mind again. Her stomach felt full in a near instant, sloshing with thick digimon cum would have been an understatement. Another thick rope of hot, musky Guilmon cum quickly spurted inside after the first. He subtly bucked his sheath against her lips, pumping that viscous sheath slime all over her face just as his cock tip filled her belly. Her little body shook with the impact of all that thick liquid pumping into her stomach. At some point, her hands had descended to her belly, and if she could have been any more shock, this surely would have been the time. Instead, a sort of gentle tranquility encased her mind. Her lungs burned for air, but there was nowhere to get air from. The reflex to inhale instead turned into a huge spasm for her throat to gulp and milk around Guilmons pumping cock length. His warm balls kept pressing against her face, she could feel every single flex delivering a quart of thick cock milk directly into her stomach. Even as she squirmed, and as Guilmon huffed and readjusted above her, there was no way his cock tip would deflate enough to slip out of her stomach early. It was flaring every time another heavy, thick rope of cum spurted inside her belly. Her ears were full of the sound, as was the rest of the room. The vibration of that flexing cock in her throat, as Guilmons warm sack kept pumping against her face, was enough to make anyone delirious.

Her hands could feel the volume of cream pumping inside her belly. Skin already stretched taut from this morning was now stretching even more to accommodate Guilmon further. Fighting didn't matter anymore, not that she had the energy. She was having her dinner. When the sound of cum pumping and splashing into her belly wasn't echoing through the room, it was her gulping throat choking around Guilmons cock. For the first time in what felt like hours, she remembered to blush. This closeness, this intimacy of being pushed against Guilmon so tightly was dehumanizing. Pressed against his sheath, she felt like an extension of it. A human cock sheath for a bestial digimon cock. Dinner comes from a warm Digimon sack. There was no need to be disgusted at the inhuman nature of drinking from Guilmons cock, she should be grateful that he is pumping so much thick cum in her stomach. It was simple, she didn't need to worry about groceries, or cooking food ever again. All she had to do was push herself between the thighs of a powerful digimon, submit her weak humanity as a mere breeding toy to be cummed in, and she would have a warm meal all her life. She could drink Guilmons thick, nutritious, virile cum every day. Renamon would let her, hell, she doubted Renamon could stop Guilmon from taking what he wanted even if she tried. This new evolution was a thing of beauty and power.

Every new spurt of cum filled her belly enough to make it swell another few inches. Her belly used to be toned, she had an athletic build, she was mindful of her diet even at a young age. None of that mattered anymore. The only physical activity she'd have to concern herself with was evident. Right now, there was only one duty, only one hot entity she needed to worship to continue living. Another warm pump, another warm spurt of thick cum landing heavily directly in her stomach. She was still feeling full from the thick breakfast sloshing around in her belly, now to add this to it? Her little hands were trapped between her belly and Guilmon, forced to feel how much thick cum was pumping inside her little body. She was being taught how little she really was, how much beastly cum these warm digimon balls could hold.

It was getting to be too much for Guilmon. All these new sensations were far too pleasurable. He had to stand up, he had to tug this pumping new organ free of the little Rika. She was squeezing too tightly, milking him dry. She would have to be content with how much he'd fed her already. His hind paw stepped a little roughly onto Rikas shoulder, and softly started to tug away with his hips. A gust of cold air pushed between the mated pair, sending a chill up Rikas spine as she realized Guilmon was trying to stand up. She couldn't shake her head in protest even. His cock tip was flared, there'd be no way that he'd be able to tug free! Guilmon was nearly standing up tall on his hind legs to pull away from his new, tight cock sheath. Rika was there, on her knees, her mouth still kissing his sheath, rather panicked at being so suddenly tugged up. Her throat and stomach sore from the thick, flexing breeding tool.

Renamon pushed herself underneath Guilmon, after giving him a little bit of praise for lasting so long, and that she'd help him get himself unstuck. Oh my, what debauchery. Rikas face was dripping with creamy slime, her face almost contorted, even turning a little purple. Comfortingly, she slipped behind Rika, and wrapped her arms around the little, full human. Her big paws helped Rika continue to hold onto her full belly, as she assailed her with soft, sensual whispers. "Good girl, wait till you see how much cum Guilmon pumped inside you." Rika squirmed and gagged gutturally, her cheeks blushing again, though it would have been hard to tell, as Guilmon was still pressing his warm balls right against her face. They hadn't shrunk the least bit, even after all the cream that she had milked from them.

"Now, use your little hands, Rika. Help Guilmon along, unless you want to suffocate around his cock too." Renamon was only partially joking, she was intent on letting Takato suffocate on it instead, or perhaps drown on it. Just the same way she had initiated Rika, yes. Somewhere along the lewd stream of barely conscious thoughts, Rikas hands managed to obey. Pressing gently around Guilmon flexing cock tip in her stomach, help that flare back through the tight hole of her throat. A slick lurching sensation filled her as she pressed it back up into her throat. Renamon was already there, caressing her throat with both of those big paws of hers. No! Rika couldn't help but spasm a little and gulp around that thick horse cock in her throat, suckling the flared cock tip right back inside her stomach, and making it deposit another loud spurt of cum in her belly, and another. Guilmon moaned above her and softly grinded his warm sack against her little air starved face, letting her feel it churn.

He still complained though, a little emphatic growl that rumbled through all three of them. Renamon got the hint, she didn't want to milk him dry so soon. Then the poor Takato wouldn't have anything left over for him after all. She helped it along, using her bigger paws to push a little meanly against Rikas belly. Within a few seconds, Guilmon was withdrawing from Rikas abused little throat. Her face no longer obscured by his musky, heavy orbs. Before long, that bulge was slowly slipping back up along her throat, flare, and all. With a loud 'slurp', it finally slipped free of her throat, only to flare in her little mouth. Like a hose had been unleashed, it filled her little mouth with what excess cum he could pump. Her eyes weren't even open anymore, if only she could see the magnificent length she had managed to swallow. Nonetheless, Renamon helped the little girl to taste and savour that thick cum. Slowly, her eyes opened as Renamon wiped away some of the slime covering the tamers nose, letting her get the first breath in what must have felt like hours. She immediately looked like she was about to throw up.

"Ah, ah! None of that, Rika." Her paws rubbed the little bloated cheeks that Guilmon was still filling with the last dregs of his climax. "God, I can't imagine how thick his cum must be." That wasn't the half of it, the rank, pure musk of it that coated Rikas tongue now. How was she supposed to resist puking immediately? Renamon didn't envy the girl, the sweaty scent produced by those large orbs above her almost made even her gag a little.

Luckily Guilmon had the answer for both of them, in his effort to pop his cock tip free of her lips, he pushed back and forth a little. Grinding his leaking cock tip against Rikas tongue, coating her tastebuds in the musk, and pushing all that thick cum towards her throat. Along with Renamons warm paws caressing Rikas throat, it was no match. Her eyes teared up a bit, barely able to see through the slime coating her face, except to see Renamons motherly smile beaming back at her. Loudly, slowly, she gulped and drank the thickest cum she had ever had, directly from Guilmons leaking cock tip. Her bloated cheeks slowly emptied. Renamon almost unsheathed at the mere lewd sound, her roaming paws opting to begin softly molesting Rikas little breasts while the girl sat there, drinking from the tip of such a musky horse cock. It was becoming almost reflex, she was closing her eyes, focusing on just drinking her meal. When finally, the slowly deflating cock withdrew from her lips, Renamon pushed the little girls face right up against it while it dribbled a few extra drops.

"Kiss it." Renamon uttered softly. Rika didn't need to be told twice, she leaned up a little with Renamons help, and kissed the retreating cock tip, along it's length, all the way up to the sheath. Hopefully that would be enough to satisfy the vixen. The blush on her little cheeks was now becoming more evident, until she finally sputtered and gagged at the slime covering her face. Guilmon stepped to the side to go find some water to drink while Renamon gently caressed and massaged Rikas sore little body. Her neck, shoulders, and throat would all be sore. "Good girl, you drank it all. Look at your little belly."

Rika hesitated for a moment, the comforting paws were doing wonders. Though the intent was malicious, she couldn't deny the massage was immediately relieving the pressure and pain she felt from being so thoroughly throat fucked. Slowly, somehow managing to avoid further nausea, she righted herself and looked down. Her uniform was ruined, a button had popped here or there, and there was a musky sheath slime covering her entire body. That was all expected, but her belly...

Renamon huffed into her ear, helping the abused girl rub her own hands over the thick load of cum she'd been fed. "You look pregnant, Rika. Nearly 6 or 7 months, I'd say. Look, rub right here. Can you feel how your little body is slowly being ruined? You're already getting stretch marks. The first sign that your little body was full and heavy and far too young for it."

Rika whimpered a little, tearing up again as she looked down at her full belly. Renamon was right, she looked heavily pregnant now. All because of an ungodly amount of thick digimon cum. She could hear Guilmon innocently slurping water somewhere in another room. He must have built up a thirst from all this intense heat that he covered and pumped into the girl. Her little head hurt, she wanted to pass out, but Renamon wouldn't have it. This all felt like a nightmare. Somehow, every moment where she wanted to black out due to lack of breath, she expected to wake up in her bed, only to instead regain consciousness and for time to keep ticking. This was real, her body was slowly being ruined for real. She had truly been pumped full of thick digimon cum, and been impregnated by her Renamon. Her body was proof of that, swollen, heavy. She could barely get to her feet and stand properly, even with Renamons help. To make matters worse, Renamon kept molesting her, caressing her swollen, full, sloshing belly. Teasing her, massaging it around to the lewd sound. Rika gagged a little, all that cum was only staying down because it was so thick and heavy in her. She was sure if she tried to throw up now, she'd choke on the attempt.

The tap was still running, Guilmons big tongue could be heard lapping at it. One could be forgiven for mistaking the dinosaur was a real-life dragon. The size of him was unbelievable, Rika caught a glance of his massive hanging sack when he swayed his tail upwards. Had she really been under that mere moments ago, drinking the contents of what was surely churning more inside even now? She didn't know why she doubted it, the proof was all over her. A viscous slime, musky and pungent. Whatever motherly musk Renamon had pumped into her had been distinctly overwritten by this new flavour. Rika automatically moved towards the running water, reflexively wanting to wash her face, and her hands. Renamon caught her, tugging her back. There would be no washing this musk away, no. Instead, while waiting for the thirsty Guilmon to get his fill, Renamon fed her globs of his left-over sheath musk that still covered her. Making the little human run her hands through the dirty mixture, and lick her hands clean, before kissing her and pushing the cream down her little throat.

At some point, the two noticed Guilmon had finished drinking. His gut a little rounded out by the amount of water he managed to gulp down. His curious muzzle was now examining them, watching them. Slowly, Renamon pushed her paw down over Rikas bloated little body, making the little girl squirm and blush in her grasp. Guilmon huffed aloud. Rika had squirmed like that under him. It was exciting just to watch her make the same movements, except now with a full stomach. He even nuzzled into her belly, making her yelp out as the thick cum swished around inside her stomach. It elicited a loud burp from her, a light echo fading out of the room. He shifted his muzzle to look curiously up at Rika, wondering why for a moment, Renamon had been pressing her mouth against Rikas. He could have sworn he saw a bulge moving inside Rikas throat!

Rika gasped, already feeling lightheaded again, as Renamons tongue finally abandoned her loose throat. She doubted she could speak, ruined as it was. Guilmons inquisitive muzzle made it all the worse too, looking at her like that while Renamon was molesting her, kissing her.

Guilmon tilted his big muzzle. "Did you like your dinner, Rika?" Curiously inquiring with her, completely oblivious to the perverted nature of his newfound desires, Guilmons expression was almost deadpan. Rika squirmed on the spot, trying to find her voice. To make matters worse once more, Renamon was at her ear, whispering sweet, dangerous nothings. More blushing from the little human girl, who slowly pushed her little hands down along her body, awkwardly, as if being directed.

Slowly, she found her voice. It cracked slightly as she whispered back at Guilmons inquisitive muzzle. "I-I loved drinking from your balls, Guilmon. B-But p-please..." Her eyes teared up again, her cheeks burned brightly with the colour of her blush too. Renamon cut Rika off before she said anything that would give away the obvious ruse. The nature of these happenings couldn't be revealed to him until he was fully intent on dominating the tamers as much as she was. It didn't matter, Guilmon hadn't even noticed, already stepping past the two of them.

"That's good! I'm gonna go feed Takato too. Where is he?" Guilmon traipsed towards the scent of Takato without waiting for an answer, almost worried Renamon would come after him for ruining another surprise.

Renamon smirked down at Rika and held her a little closer, whispering softly into her ear. "You're going to help him, little Rika. Just think how scared Takato will be under Guilmon, you should be there to comfort him." The motherly voice betrayed a hint of mischievousness. This would in no way be comforting. The sight of a messy Rika, full and heavy, trying to force her best friend to swallow his Digimon's cock? It would be amusing to watch her try. She imagined the panic on the boys' face while helping Rika get up and follow Guilmon. The poor girl could still barely stand, and nearly had to be carried. Her little legs couldn't hold up the sheer mass of all the thick cum pumped inside her little body. "Come on little Rika, we gotta go. If you can't even stand now, how are you going to be able to walk up some stairs when you're heavy with my cubs? Or Guilmons cubs?"

She couldn't mean that honestly, could she? Renamon didn't actually intend for her to carry Guilmons offspring too, could she? The devilish smile that Renamon wore for a moment betrayed her. Sometime, she'd love to see Rika squirm and protest as her womb is washed with Guilmons virile cum. The primitive Digi-dinosaur wouldn't have an inkling what was going on, barely better than a feral creature just needing a warm cock sleeve to cum inside of. Rika would know though, and that was all that mattered.

Takato was lying there, on her bed. The innocent boy was clearly still unconscious, his neck dressed with a softly clicking collar, the same as the type around Rikas neck. At that, Rika probed with her hands at her neck for a moment, it already felt less sore. The only comforting thing so far. The not so comforting part was that only once she touched her neck, did she notice the collar around her own neck was also softly clicking. Had it always done that? Guilmon was already climbing up on the bed. No, this couldn't be happening. She had to stop him somehow, clue him in on what he was doing!

Renamon turned her to the side, and pulled her hand open to put something in her palm. Some soft sort of rope. "Tie him up, little Rika. Then put this in his mouth, and tie it up behind his head." She could only barely nod. Renamon even had to help her up onto the bed. It creaked audibly under her and Guilmons added weight. Renamon had dashed over to fumble with something between Guilmons legs, no doubt another plot of hers. Takato was peacefully sleeping, none the wiser. Should she yell at him? Wake him up? If she scared him awake now, he could run and call for help. All this damage could be undone.

Instead, her hands and knees carried her forward, carrying out diligently the orders of her Digimon. Lest she disobey now and feel the wrath of whatever evil scheme could be thought of next. For a moment, though she immediately felt guilty for thinking it, she was relieved that Takato was here to take the punishment for a little while. Rika could felt get some well-deserved rest, to digest all this thick cum in her belly. With Takatos arms tied up behind his back, and his legs tied together, Guilmon finally got up on the bed with the both of them. It creaked, but it held despite their combined weight. Just one more thing to attach. This muzzle, or whatever it was. Renamon leaned over, one of her soft paws ran over Takatos restrained body, before tapping him on the cheek. Just as Guilmon was starting to straddle his body and began sliding back over his chest towards his face, Takatos eyes opened. Startled all at once by not only Renamon, but by Guilmon pinning him down, and by Rika who was pushing something into his mouth as Renamon spoke to him.

"Look who's awake. Aw, you look so confused." Renamon cooed at the boy, stalling long enough to let Guilmon slide back a bit more. Takatos eyes opened wide as he saw the huge pair of orbs slowly backing towards his little face. Renamon quickly pulled his mouth open with both her paws before he could have a chance to say anything, and motioned to Rika, who blushed and leaned in to secure the gag around his head to hold his mouth open. Renamon huffed quietly at his ears just as he started to try to speak through the gag. "Shhh, relax Takato. Guilmon is just showing you his new evolution."

Guilmon turned his muzzle, seeing Takatos mouth ready and waiting for him if he just slid a little further back. This was it, he could feed his Tamer! He'd apply all the lessons that Renamon and Rika taught him earlier. Gentle hip thrusts and just letting himself relax. This would be perfect. Just another few inches. Takato couldn't even make a comprehensible sound, it sounded like he was calling Rikas and Guilmons name in a panic. That was quickly muffled for a moment when Guilmon slipped back just enough, dragging his musky, sweaty orbs past Takatos open mouth, to finally hover his heavy sack just over Takatos panicking, blushing face.

He gagged and heaved. With his little arms restrained, he couldn't stop it. The tip of that open sheath was hovering just over his mouth, and slowly coming closer. Rika was even leaning in and watching a little more intently. Renamon held Takatos little head still so he couldn't move out of the way, and Guilmon had the rest of him pinned down. Takato was squirming against Guilmon, which only ended up eliciting a moan from the life size dinosaur. What were they doing to him? Since when did Guilmon have boy parts like these between his legs, he'd never noticed them before, and how come he was so much bigger than before? He couldn't get any words out, his tongue pinned down by the gag forced into his mouth by Rika, and now this musky thing was about to push inside. All he could do was watch as Guilmons heavy sack slowly descended.

Full and musky, it heavily swung back and forth over Takatos face, before slowly coming to rest right on top of his eyes, then his little nose. Just at the same time, that thick sheath pressed against his lips, interlocking the two gags together. Guilmon sighed in relaxation, feeling the warm, wet mouth of his little tamer right against the tip of his sheathed cock. Those little panicked huffs and whimpers, breathing in the pure musk of a Digimon's cum filled balls for the first time. Tasting the copious sheath slime that slowly drooled onto his tongue for the first time. Rika had already been introduced to drinking Digimon cum, but Takato was new to this. A virgin to the experience, and it made it all the better for Guilmon. He just had to relax, and let these new muscles do the work for him. That hot little mouth trying to suckle around his sheath was doing all the work for him.

Slowly, Guilmons sheath rippled and swelled up just enough so that his cock started to slide a little free, and press up against Takatos lips. Guilmon flared out of pure lust and excitement, making the entrance a bit more fun. Takato had just started to yell something, but it was quickly silenced as Guilmon moaned and unsheathed another inch, slipping his cock tip right inside Takatos mouth. Pressing his cum slit against his Tamers warm little tongue. Ah, this was heaven. He could just relax and sit down here on top of him. Slowly wiggling his hips down and trapping Rika partially underneath him in the process. This would be good for Takato. A nice warm dinner for him to enjoy. He could already feel Takato squirming underneath his belly, eager to drink from him. That warm little mouth made it so easy.

Rika panicked for a brief moment as her head was pinned up against Takato, one of Guilmons heavy orbs clinging to her nose too. His heavy sack big enough to cover both their little faces. They could both feel it, Guilmons entire sheath was growing hot, and musky. They could hear and feel the vibrations of his sack churning against their faces. Rika whispered hastily little apologies as she hugged the captured Takato. Suddenly Takato began to squirm more insistently, shaking against her. She could hear his little cheeks filling up, Guilmon must already have started to cum just from pushing inside his little mouth. Rika decided to help along, it was bad for the boy to fight this. One of her hands pushed between Guilmons belly and caressed Takatos little throat, encouraging the boy to gulp, to drink. Drink from his Digimon's cock. He shook and squirmed, trying to turn his head this way and that.

He turned just enough that for a mere moment, there was space between his lips and that mottled cock tip, that Rikas nose was overwhelmed with a different musk. A pungent odor of pure vile flavor she could taste without even opening her mouth. With it came a sound so lewd she doubted what she heard for a moment. Yet even still, her hand rubbed over his little throat. Just a mere few inches were separating her tongue from the torture that was being inflicted on Takato now. She knew what it was. Takato could only fight for a few more seconds before his reflex kicked in with urgency. He would have to swallow. He would have to drink it.

It was immediately obvious to everyone except Guilmon that instead of pumping his cum into the hungry Tamer, he was instead pumping his dirty piss directly onto his little tongue. No wonder the boy started to struggle harder than even Rika had. All that water Guilmon drank earlier was now making the rounds through his new evolution for the first time. The two young tamers were trapped right underneath him while he was pissing directly in one of them. Rika couldn't have gotten a word out from under that heavy sack anyway, she didn't even try. Resorting instead to hushed apologies against Takatos ear, while urging him to stop fighting it, and to just drink as much dirty piss as he could.

"I'm s-so sorry Takato. P-please don't fight it. I know it's dirty. B-but if you don't d-drink his piss then you'll drown." The convinced little Rika believed she was helping, continuing to rub Takatos throat, continuing to encourage him to gulp down the pure dirty musk pumping from Guilmons bladder. It must have tasted even worse for Takato. Guilmons cock pissing right against his little tongue and all, probing against his throat to help him drink it directly. The lewd sound vanished for a mere moment, before shifting into another type. Rika could feel Takatos throat being made to spread open for the first time, the bulge slowly passing under her tightly squeezing hand. So, this is what it felt like when somebody else's throat was bulging out with thick digimon cock. Rika blushed, nuzzling into Guilmons heavy sack by pure accident as she became so focused on feeling the heat pulsing through Takatos throat. She was still hugging him, holding him still, letting Guilmon piss inside of him. Making sure he gulped and drank it.

It seemed so quick to her, time flowed differently when it wasn't her that was being used for once. Before she knew it, Guilmons cock tip had disappeared down Takatos throat, and she could hear it lewdly pressing around inside him, searching for, and pushing into his stomach. Another lewd sound could now be heard echoing throughout the room, right as Guilmons Digi-cock slipped inside Takatos tight stomach. His piss was pumping directly inside Takatos belly, pumping hotly down his throat, pulse after pulse under Rikas hand. Each flex sending a loud rush of liquid down to spill in Takatos quickly filling stomach. She huffed quietly against Takatos ear, while listening intently to the sound, even rubbing her hand down over Takatos slowly inflating belly. He was getting fuller and fuller. The sound was getting louder and louder too.

"O-Oh my god, y-you're just a little toilet f-for his cock. D-Do you even know you're drinking his d-dirty piss?" Rika huffed the words quietly, believing she was only thinking them, she was speaking the words aloud directly in Takatos ear. Not even realizing her oxygen deprived mind was suffering the conquests of the clicking collar around her neck. That sound had become so consistent she hadn't even noticed it was clicking at all. She was focused on a much more important sound after all. The sound of her friend submitting to a big Digimon cock and becoming a little cock sleeve like she was.

It was too deeply plugged into him. The ropes tied tightly around Takatos arms and legs kept him pinned, and restricted his movement to such a degree that despite his straining muscles, he wasn't budging a single inch. Not that he needed to when he was having his dinner. If he just laid perfectly still, all this would be over before long. Guilmon didn't know what he was doing, so he'd tell him afterwards not to do it again, it'd be simple as that. Yes. Though currently his singular focus had to remain on staying conscious. Yes. He could drink better that way. His eyes had shot open in panic when he first tasted the unmistakable flavour of piss pump into his mouth. He had tried everything in his power to spit it out, but that fat cock tip blocked any such notion instantly. With the incessant caressing of Rikas hand, it was impossible to resist swallowing. It became easier once his throat was being spread open and Guilmons cock started pumping the dirty musk straight into him. Before that however, having to taste every single pulse and drink it down by himself, he almost threw up several times when his tongue was coated in wash after wash of Guilmons dirty piss. The urge only overcome by Rikas squeezing hand around his throat. His cheeks had lit up with a blush as this gulping reflex had carried him further and further until he couldn't stop. Now he was simply lying under his Digimon and drinking every litre of dirty piss directly. A useless little toilet, only meant be pissed inside of, like Rika had said. Somehow, he had to get a breath in while Guilmon kept using his body like a urinal. A soft clicking seemed to vibrated against his throat. He remembered now, toilets didn't need to breathe, they should just keep drinking and gulping around any pissing cock.

That sheath was so deeply connected to Takatos mouth, the wiggling and squirming of his calmed down over time as he slowly cried himself to submission. His tears mixed in with the overpowering musk of that warm sack pressed against his eyes and nose. This was the real start of Renamons conquest. Watching the way that Rika and Takato both squirmed underneath Guilmon showed her how easy it was to manipulate these young tamers into fitting their roles in life. Takato would become a perfect addition to the team. She even heard Rika uttering little things to her friend, urging him softly to keep gulping and drinking. What a glorious mixture of sounds and smells.

Renamon tugged on Rikas little legs, pulling her out from underneath Guilmon, and onto the other side of the bed, beside Guilmon and Takato. Rika almost shivered as the comparatively cool air caressed her, before looking up at Renamon. The vixen huffed down at her, and smiled while she slowly got on top, straddling the little girl. Rikas eyes slowly grew wary with concern, realizing where this was going when the scent of unsheathing girl cock reached her barely functioning nose. A smile escaped Renamons muzzle. Good, her tamer was quick to catch on. "How does it feel to have another cock sleeve for company, little Rika?" Renamon waited for an answer, despite her question being somewhat rhetorical. Rika must have sensed it, as she didn't bother to respond.

Renamon pressed her unsheathing cock tip underneath Rikas messy shirt, while delicately unbuttoning it. Rika turned her head to side, trying to see how Takato was holding up underneath Guilmon. She could still feel him squirming against the bed, though the loud sound of Guilmon pissing into him was audible enough to echo in the room a little. Renamon tugged Rikas face back up, towards her approaching vulpine girl cock. There was a dribble of musky yellow fluid leaking from it onto her small breasts. This was it. She'd have to do the same thing as her squirming friend, only she wouldn't be tied up. Renamon even grabbed onto Rikas hands, and brought them up to her furry hips. She wanted the little girl to push against her.

Rika blushed, instinctually pushing against Renamon even as that leaking cock tip slowly pushed against her little lips. She tried to shake her head, even holding her jaw closed. Renamons insistent paws put a stop to. Insistently but softly prying her little mouth open, to slip her leaking girl cock right onto Rikas tongue. The little girl grew even more worried, whining past her full mouth and looking up at Renamon with puppy dog eyes. Her hands started to push more insistently against those furred hips, and tried to spit out the vile musky flavor that Renamon was intent on grinding against her tongue. She could feel Renamons girl cock heating up in her little mouth, just as the vixen moaned and relaxed above her. One of Renamons warm paws held the back of her head, helping Rika to push her lips against that thick, plump sheath.

The first pulse of hot, dirty piss washed over her tongue and filled her little mouth in mere seconds. She shook, and immediately pushed against the Renamon the hardest she ever had. The next pulse of piss was even dirtier, adding to the first and making her little cheeks bloat. A few drops sprayed out of her mouth, and over her little breasts. Renamon didn't notice, her head tilted up as she had only just begun to empty her bladder, slowly pushing her cock tip towards Rikas tired throat. It only took a few more seconds before Rika reluctantly strained to take a large gulp. Swallowing the dirty, musky fluid that filled her mouth just in time for her cheeks to become bloated again by the next. For a moment, Rika thought it was tapering off. Renamon unsheathed a few inches past her lips and pressed the tip of her flexing girl cock inside the entrance of her throat. This wasn't easy for the vixen, the more excited she grew, the more difficult it became to empty her bladder, the longer it would take. No wonder Guilmon had been pissing into the poor boy for several minutes already.

Renamons ears perked up at the sound of several tortured gulps from between her thighs. Rika was blushing between them, repulsed, and pushing against Renamons hips, but drinking nonetheless. The little girl couldn't shake the dirty feeling of Renamons dirty piss settling into her stomach, mixing with Guilmons thick cum, but nonetheless her belly was being filled even more. Not quite as lewd a sound as Takato beside her, yet. It didn't take long to reach that level however, Renamon was intent on filling the room with the sound. Despite Rikas continuing protests and pushy arms, Renamon could just hold her still and unsheathe inside of that tight little throat.

Rika nearly convulsed between Renamons thighs, spasming a little as her throat spread open once again. She was losing count the number of times Renamon had raped her, her thoughts trailing off as she had to bring all her will and focus into enjoying the musky flavour of her Renamons dirty piss. Yes. All little human toilets should enjoy the taste of their Digimon's dirty piss. Yes. She didn't need to throw up all this precious nutritious fluid, Renamons thighs were so warm. It was only right that her mouth be used like a urinal by her Digimon. That's what tamers like her were for. She had to remind herself, all this dirty piss she was continuing to gulp and swallow from Renamons cock would be recycled by her own body. All that dirty musk would settle into her stomach and bladder too. Eventually, just like Renamon planned, Rika wouldn't have a regular diet anymore. Instead surviving off only the truest of nurturing fluids she needed. Virile Digimon cum, and dirty piss.

Her vision became slightly greyed out, that, or time was passing more quickly, and it was getting dark outside. Either way, at some point, Renamons girl cock slipped deep down her throat and started to piss directly into her overfilled stomach. The same sort of lewd sound as was already emanating from underneath Guilmon, was now emanating from her own stomach. This was it, it just sounded like piss landing directly in a toilet. Renamon moaned above her, completely ignoring Rikas blushing cheeks. She was a little toilet, just like Takato. Nowhere to move, nowhere to go. Her destiny had never been about fighting to save the digital world. This had been the end game all along, this was her destiny. She was finally being put in her place. She could already sense this was the first of many such ritual nights to come. Renamon would never piss anywhere else anymore. Waking her up with fresh, dirty morning piss before school, and holding it in until Rika got home to piss in her again. Takato and Rika were a special kind of living toilet, meant just for digimon to piss into.

Her place was between Renamons thighs, and the evolved vixen was making sure she knew it. Her lips were meant to be wrapped around a fuzzy sheath. There was no happy future where she'd get married and live happily ever after. This was it. The only thing she'd be marrying is girl cock, with a ring around her throat, so that Renamons knot could tie her little mouth permanently to the warm sheath. Hopefully while that warm sack covered her little face. She could forever smell the copious, life giving cum that was churning inside, ever virile.

Renamon had found her heaven on earth. All this musk leaving her bladder, pissing it directly into her little human cock sleeve. It was the most relaxing sensation she'd experienced in her life. Her cock length snugly fit into a wet, young little human mouth. She was lucky that humans considered individuals under a certain age as taboo for their mating practices. Even more exciting for her, nobody would suspect or dare to think that her little Rika was sucking on dirty digimon cock every spare waking minute of her life. Why, that was taboo of course, she's too young. She couldn't possible be getting raped at her home by her pet every single night, most assuredly getting knocked up in the process. Such a thing would be unthinkable. It would give her plenty of time to help all the other Digimon evolve similarly and corrupt their tamers too.

Before long, Renamon figured, she'd have a little harem of tamers suckling from her girl cock as she sat upon a throne constructed by these immature little cock sleeves. Pregnant bellies swelling left and right. Why, she'd easily be able to arrange world peace for this species with a few changes, as long as she got to corrupt all little girls in the process. The boys would be another matter. Renamon took a pause in her moans to glance over at the already happily snoring Guilmon. Judging by the squirming Takato underneath him, and the continuing sound inside, Takato was still being used like a toilet by that thick horse cock. She'd figure out a way to make sure the boy became a productive member of Digimon society. For now, she'd let Guilmon have his fun. Her attention returned to Rika, who was looking up at her with tears in her eyes. Renamon softly wiped her little tears away, and flexed her girl cock inside that tight throat, pumping more piss directly in Rikas stomach.

"Good little toilet."

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