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It didn't matter how much she begged, and by this point, there were moments where even Renamon was tiring of Rika's incessant and resistant whining. Sure, that luscious voice sounded just right when it protested, but occasionally it was healthy to let the poor girl spend some time in her own head while she was allowed to rest between her non-stop rape, the vixen figured. It gave Renamon time to consider where to go from here. The few nights prior had taken it a bit out of her. This whole transformation, not to mention Rika's mother. The woman had to be instructed to maintain the illusion of a working family. Renamon couldn't quite let humanity catch on yet to the plans brewing within the digital world. Hell, few Digimon even knew of this evolution yet, and that transformation would take time to propagate too. Once Rika's secret was out, there was sure to be resistance within humanity for a while, but that could easily be dealt with.

For the moment, Rika was right where Renamon wanted her. That night at the dinner table, which already felt like years ago, had barely been 4 weeks behind her. Fuck, she was living the dream. Able to walk around in the house truly naked, her evolved form was spreading musk into every nook and cranny of Rika's home. Overwhelming and staining it permanently. This evolved form offered so many benefits and advantages compared to any of her other evolutions. She could alter properties of it at her own will instead of having to rely upon her tamer to give her the freedom or decide on her behalf. It allowed her to subtly but consistently alter her own aroma ever so slightly, that it always felt new and fresh. Especially once she started pushing Rika's little face between her thighs.

Renamon had experimented with changing her form that night, at the dinner table, for the first time. Shifting her own member into one that resembled the equine-like cock length that Guilmon sported on his undercarriage. Calling him an overgrown red lizard was an understatement by this point. His evolution had taken time to settle, but at this point every doorway in the house had a sizable dent or was sufficiently broken apart a little. Evidence of that red dragon having walked through prior. Plus, his package did warrant some jealousy on Renamon's behalf. She saw the way the poor, tortured and tired Takato hung underneath Guilmon every day and night, throat stuffed with thick dragon cock. It was the only reason she had attempted to shift her own cock into a similar appearance. She wanted to torture Rika the same way.

But it just wasn't her style, in the end. Renamon needed her knot back, she wanted to plug it in. Tie her little helpless tamer. Knot the bitch. Properly seed and breed her little human. So the equine part of her transformation was abandoned, returning to her more traditional canine member. It ended up working out better this way anyway. It meant she no longer had to tie Rika up to the bed at nights, she could just keep her properly knotted at the end of a long night, and if Rika tried anything, it would be startling enough to make sure both were awake again for the lengthy punishment to follow. Though honestly, by this point, she doubted Rika would ever have the energy to escape.

The poor little human girl was being starved of a proper diet. Renamon had kept her promise. If Rika wanted to eat or drink, she'd have to push her own little face between Renamon's or Guilmon's thighs for a hot, fresh meal. This was the liquid diet she had to stick to for the rest of her life. That was one of the fantastic parts of changing and evolving her own musk constantly too. Rika could never get used to it, nor forget that smell. It worked itself into her mind bit by bit. A little more, each day. The desperation within Rika's eyes after a day of going thirsty for instance. It gave Renamon a good laugh when Rika ultimately gave in and gulped down whatever musk poured or pumped out of that thick vulpine girl-cock. Just so she could survive another day. It was crazy, this survival complex that survived within humans had all sorts of fun uses.

But Renamon had erred. That wasn't the best part at all, after all. No... the best part was...

Rika woke up with a start. It had barely been five minutes of rest since she closed her eyes. They wouldn't give her more. She could feel them inside her. Growing. More so every day, sure, but this was different. This was a case of not being able to sleep all night with her belly stirring the way it was. It felt different today though. Today felt special. Something in the back of her mind had an inkling. A gut feeling, of sorts.

As if on cue, Renamon walked into her bedroom. The air of her musk wafting into it behind her, still strange and alien, yet familiar all at once. It seemed like all of Rika's memories were rushing back to her again, here in bed, or on her knees in front of Renamon. Assuring the little tamer that this was no dream, still.

There was no expectation of privacy, and no blanket to cover herself with either. Her bedroom didn't have a door anymore, not since Guilmon busted it by accident one night. So as Renamon walked in, she could see her pregnant little tamer in all her glory. That growing bulge in her belly settled a heavy weight inside her, shifting within her. She already looked more than six months pregnant. Her tight, young skin stretching a lot to accommodate the big litter of Renamon's Digi-babies inside her. It didn't feel right to call them cubs anymore. Rika couldn't have imagined that they would grow this big in such little time. There was a constant discomfort within her. Her little insides have to stretch more to accommodate the growing offspring each day.

Her thoughts trailed off, a common issue these days. Especially when Renamon was staring at her like that. Like she was just a piece of meat to her. The vixen made no motion towards her, but it was evident by the way that her musk filled the room that plans were starting to formulate in her head. In an effort to appease her Digimon mistress, or perhaps distract her, Rika rolled over onto her back, showing off her lithe little body, beset with that cute, pregnant belly. Fuck. That made Renamon's sheath just swell and drip instantly.

At this point it was just a reflex too, Rika was sure. The past weeks had anything but flown by. Each day, Renamon found a new way to indulge in her little, young human body. There was always a sense of disgusting familiarity when those warm thighs and breasts pressed against Rika's skin, quickly marred by the sensation of that thick vulpine girl cock slipping deep inside her, until her belly bulged out even more. However, that wasn't the situation currently, and instead, Renamon just stood and stared. Ogled her. Molesting her with that intense gaze alone. Watching her blush. Watching her pregnant belly.

Rika's little mouth was obviously still stuffed with a gag, and she'd been ordered not to remove it. At this point in their perverted relationship, she didn't test Renamon directly anymore. Attempting to disobey when the Digimon had no patience for it meant relatively quick and decisive consequences. So all she could do was lie there, while Renamon's gaze caressed her belly from a distance. It didn't last forever, but that temporary peace between them was something Rika had learned to appreciate by now. Little moments of respite before her next rape.

At some point the clicking of her collar had faded as well, or perhaps she had just gotten used to it by now. She could still feel its influences, ever so slowly forcing her into compliance, psychologically. Rika had figured out at some point along the way, the purpose of the modified digivice was simply to assist in programming her for this adjusted life. There were other benefits now sure, but sometimes she really did wish she could die when Renamon would plug her throat for hours. The torture of waking up that many times and suffocating or drowning again was mind-breaking. That wasn't fair.

None of this was fair. How many times did she have to speak on it, to get it through to Renamon? Rika was too young for any of this. She should be going to school, studying. That was what was proper for her at this age. Learning to drive, get a license, own a car, truly start her life as a woman. Instead, here she spent her every day in some version of being laid down on her back, or in her Digimon's warm, suffocating lap. That heat radiating from between those thighs was so ever present in-fact, Rika had begun to tense up the moment she felt it approach. Plus, with the pure amount of musk that Renamon could generate, meant the little tamer was tense almost all the time. Click. That would be no good for her babies. All this stress, she just needed to learn her place and accept it. Learn to relax and enjoy this, and perhaps it would become easier. This mild side-idea of hers that this could just be a virus that Renamon had to work through, was still somewhat on her mind too. Perhaps Rika would just have to carry one litter to term, and that would be enough for the virus to run its course.

Perhaps it was just a hope she had, the last remaining thing she could cling to. Rika knew that Renamon had taken all the time in the world by this point to remind her every day that this would be the little tamer's life from now on. To be raped. To be impregnated and pregnant with Renamon's litter again and again. That her Digimon would make sure her little tamer's mind would never break. She wanted her whole, in part. To realize and understand what was happening to her. What would happen, going forwards. Every time Rika faded even a little, Renamon would slap some sense back into her in no time. The mean vixen would offer her opportunities to feel normal again. A taste of real food for good behavior, even if she had to spit it out after, or a day of not having her throat used if she would just ride in her Digimon's lap willingly all day.

Rika remembered each of those opportunities, and had to take her own form of personal delight in them in order to appreciate them for what respite they offered. Even if she also remembered how much her thigh muscles burned the next day, or how Renamon turned it around on her and used her little throat twice as much as a result. Driven forward simply by the desire not to be tortured as much one day, as she was the last, seemed like a good enough objective at this point. At least in the short term. Her long term plans constantly found themselves being adjusted one way or another, having to accommodate for how Renamon would manipulate the schedule of each day, and each week. Escape was constantly just out of reach. Freedom was so close.

"You're so beautiful with that belly bulge, Rika."

Renamon interrupted her troubled little tamer's thoughts with more pressing matters. The words cut into her instantly, forcing her little cheeks to blush.

Renamon slowly and seductively crawled into bed beside Rika. This was her place now. With her little tamer, always. She even started to feel protective of the clutch growing in her tamer's little body. That she had put there. That she had properly raped into her little Rika. Instinctively, Rika began to squirm, squeezed her little legs together, and pulled her arms tighter around herself to protect her breasts. Renamon's eyes just kept exploring that little body, gazing at how that belly had grown, the cute little stretch marks already starting to form on it. Growing every day just like her belly. At this rate, she was already half way through her pregnancy. Little girls bodies were not meant to gain weight this rapidly, yet here she was.

Just then, Renamon did what Rika dreaded. One of her warm paws pressed on, and then caressed her little pregnant belly. As if on command, the reason Rika had been unable to sleep that night, finally presented itself to Renamon for the first time. There, right against that warm vixen paw, one of the babies inside her, kicked, hard. It instantly elicited a surprised gasp out of both of them, each for very different reasons. Rika, at nearly having the breath knocked out of her, and at having Renamon discover this new shame. As for Renamon, she blushed with pride. The cubs inside her little tamer were growing properly! They were alive and kicking inside the little human. The digivice worked! Oh goodness, it got Renamon all sorts of riled up in mere seconds. She was on full alert.

"Rika, look! Tell me you felt that too, and I'm not imagining things!"

Renamon helped tug her little tamer up a bit, to sit up a little. Rika barely resisted. It was too late to hide this, now. Just one more thing to add to the list of growing things she couldn't keep secret in front of her Digimon. Her rapist. Then it happened again, only this time, Rika's and Renamon's eyes were on her belly. There. Deep inside her pregnant, young little body, her babies were waking up. Tiny little paws and feet were pushing against the inside of her, kicking here or there. Stretching out her already taught belly. Rika felt sick. She could see them, feel them moving in her. Kicking inside her little body. This had to be a dream. A nightmare. This couldn't be true. There, inside her little body, Renamon had truly done the unimaginable. It was a miracle by all accounts and yet it didn't feel like one. Click. She was pregnant. She had been raped and impregnated by her mistress, Renamon. There was no escaping this growth. This pregnancy.

Nausea and worry and fear is what Rika currently has left to focus on. Even as Renamon smiled maliciously and kept caressing her kicking belly, no new ideas sprang to mind. Huffing with little 'oohs' and 'aahs' over her little tamer, Rika's only recurring thought was this couldn't be real. Yet Renamon kept molesting, kept probing her. Waking the cubs inside her more, which in turn increased their activity. Kicking inside her again and again as she whined in protest and finally, couldn't take it. Rika started to cry, in protest. Sobbing quietly at first, until tears really started to run down her cheeks as she wailed through her mouth gag. It was setting in more and more, to her, what her life would be from now on. Even as the days passed by so slow, hour by hour. Every night would be like the one she just woke up from, if not worse.

These last 4 weeks passed by anything but quickly and yet, all the same, time was flying by too fast. Her belly was growing. Bulging, kicking, stretching. The fast timespan would mean only ever more stretch marks were collecting on her skin. To make matters worse, whatever changes the digivice effectuated within her young, little body, was only making things worse. Helping it along. Likely making her more fertile still, growing her body. Widening her hips, not to mention those little breasts of hers weren't so little anymore. They were filling in nicely, much to her chagrin. Renamon was the type to take advantage of everything.

Another kick, and another. Where was her brain right now? Getting scattered, losing itself or perhaps trying to protect itself from the torture being inflicted on her now. These babies were growing in her. These young. These cubs. Much as she cried and yelled that she didn't want to be pregnant, much as she yelled and cried that she was being raped every day, nothing changed. Nobody came to help. Her body kept growing, kept getting more pregnant. That belly stretches just a tiny bit more with each kick, to accommodate, to give space. All with Renamon's unforgiving rubbing and caressing, warm paws. There was no stopping this. Nothing would stop the fact that sooner or later, she'd have to give birth.

Rika was surprised when Renamon reached towards the back of her neck, and untied the mouth gag keeping the little tamer silenced. The little girl could finally properly gasp for breath, and through hurried tears and whines, she begged all sorts of things to her Digimon. Forgiveness, mercy, and more. The words themselves aren't really what mattered. Renamon wasn't listening anyway, truly. If anything, she was growing more excited at how frustrated and helpless her little tamer was getting. How heavy her belly was growing with that Digimon litter. With her being this big at just 4 weeks, she imagined it would only be another week or two before Rika would be helplessly bed-bound with the weight. Constantly complaining and crying about the cubs kicking inside her tight, overstretched little belly.

It was true. There was undeniable evidence here now. Had been for a little while, sure. This however, made it feel more real. There, under her warm paws still caressing over Rika's naked not-so-little pregnant belly, were the offspring she had dared to pump into her human tamer. Kicking inside her. Visible, audible, and tactile proof that she had successfully raped her little human tamer properly. Had pumped her thick, gooey, virile Vixen cum directly inside Rika's fertile little ovaries, just the way it was meant to be. The modified digivice had done its job with resounding success, and now all eyes were on the little tamer.

Renamon laid down more properly beside her little pregnant cuddle toy. Despite the added size of her belly, Rika was still dwarfed by her Digimon. In the weeks that had followed, Renamon's evolution had helped her grow even further. Rika's diminutive figure on the other hand, hadn't aged a bit. Whatever evolution this digivice had bestowed upon Rika, Renamon had reminded her multiple times she would stay like this until the end of her days. Young, pregnant, or giving birth, and assuredly almost always constantly being raped. Small and young as she was, there really was no way to fight back. Even if Rika could sneak off somehow, by now it'd be too late. Her belly was full of... Click. Babies. Triplets? Quadruplets? Quintuplets? How many were growing inside her? How many was she pregnant with? How long would she spend on her back when it came time to give birth to them?

The horny vixen beside her pressed a little closer, cuddling against her, flexing her unsheathed girl cock against Rika's thigh. Despite Rika's crying, Renamon pushed one of her warm paws down between those little human thighs, and started to press there. Just there, against that little excited bud of pleasure that Rika couldn't withstand for long. This collar, still permanently affixed to her neck, had taught her to easily cum at the touch of her rapist. Rika's delicate thighs squeezed together in protest, trying to stop Renamon's invasive, warm paw. But her focus was interrupted yet again as her Digimon leaned in and licked the tears from her cheeks. Leaving a thick, slimy trail of drool on her face. That voice, laced with excitement, whispered sultry words of poison into her ears while at it, too.

"Real proof, Rika. You're pregnant. They're kicking inside you. You know what this means right, my little tamer? Only 4 more weeks or so until you have to give birth. -Until you're lying on your back, legs spread, giving birth to big, beautiful cubs. Pushing them out of that cute little cunny of yours."

There was nothing the little tamer could do. Rika of course, immediately started begging and whimpering for it to end, for this to be a dream, a nightmare. It only elicited more excitement out of her Digimon. The yellow-furred fox was still adamant in pushing those digits inside her little tamer, between her thighs, distracting that begging voice. Forcing Rika to quiver and whine as her body started to betray her further. All while her other paw kept caressing Rika's pregnant belly. She'd teach this little human body to enjoy the kicks. Rika couldn't take it, her little squeezing thighs had no control. Never did. She shook her head side to side in protest too, squirming in Renamon's grasp. Her little thoughts getting overwhelmed, her begging interrupted. She shouldn't be enjoying this!

She couldn't! She had to squeeze her little legs together tightly. Stop Renamon from making any more ungodly motions between her legs. Fuck! Cumming! Cumming! No! S-she can't let herself. She has to hold out. God, another kick inside her, and another! Every kick would coincide with a teasing rub from Renamon's warm thumb digit against Rika's little clit. Her little legs were almost squeezing together more from that alone, rather than in protest to anything. Squirming. So close. Her body was shaking, shivering. Squirming and edging and arching every which way to attempt to get away from those warm paws, or sometimes even push into them. Fuck. She couldn't. She needed to wake up. This wasn't real. She couldn't be pregnant. She couldn't c-cum! Cumming! Fuck!

Her little legs quivered and squeezed like a vice grip, her little cunny squeezing tightly around Renamon's digits, milking them. Another kick! She was going to have babies. Cubs. Another kick! Fuck! She was going to give birth. Fuck! Another! Those goddamn paws! Oh g-god! Renamon wouldn't relent. Wouldn't even give her time to breathe, even as her pace quickened, the little tamer's breathing growing ragged and quick in the incredible focus Rika tried to maintain to not succumb to this torture. But one of the cubs shifted in her again, and kicked harder than before, and Renamon took the opportunity to pull Rika onto her side.

Ever so slowly, those digits inside her little tamer withdrew, and instead, Renamon replaced them with her flexing, musky vixen cock, lined up and ready to slide between the lips of her little tamer's pussy. Rika started to yell in protest. It didn't matter. All the windows were shut, she could scream as much as she wanted. Not like Takato would run to help. Renamon even urged her little living cock-sleeve in the past to yell for help. Had gotten it in her little tamer's head that if she just yelled loud enough that she was being raped, that someone would come to help. In reality, Renamon just loved having her little tamer acknowledge it. Hearing little voice whine and cry that her little body was being raped and impregnated was right.

Rika had sighed a breath of relief when Renamon had withdrawn her paws, as Renamon had turned them to face each other, and she instantly recognized the heat of what was pushing between her little thighs. No, she couldn't possibly. Not while... Aaah! Another kick! Fuck! She's going to slide right inside! Rika's little thighs offered no protection, and that wet little cunny, warmed up and prepped by those intense paws just a moment before, spread open for her rapist's thick girl cock without hesitation. Her little body was eager, desperate to squeeze and milk that thick cock the moment it started to push inside. The extra size of Renamon's evolution made it different each time. Bigger, somehow. Thicker. Muskier. More virile.

Rika's little body responded immediately, as it had for weeks already. There was nothing she could do to stop this. Another kick, and at the same time, a throbbing sensation within her as Renamon pulled Rika a little closer. That thick, flexing vixen cock was slowly but surely sheathing itself right inside the little human tamer's pussy. Inch by inch, sealing her fate further every second. Reminding her. As if the kicks didn't already manage that. The activity inside her was stirring her mind haywire.

Another kick! She's pregnant. Helpless. A rape toy. Renamon raped her. Impregnated her. Fuck! Another kick! She'd have no choice but to give birth. To have babies. Fuck! Her little body couldn't help itself, squeezing, milking Renamon's thick breeding cock for all it was worth. Her breath grew more ragged again. Her Digimon barely had to move, the heat, the flexing from that throbbing tool inside her little tamer's body was more than enough to slowly build her up and send her over the edge just as it tore her mind down. That one cub kicked harder again, and she saw stars in her vision briefly. Accompanied by flashes of the future, where she was either on her back being raped again, or on her back complaining in bed about the cubs kicking in her, or on her back, giving birth. There were no in-betweens, besides her face being between Renamon's thighs, perhaps.

Her body was crushing her will. Renamon simply had to entice it, and encourage it.

"When the time comes, little Rika, I'll put you in labor myself. Maybe you can give birth around my knot, if you try really hard."

Rika cried out in denial as her little body betrayed her. Another kick, and another! That was all it took. Renamon almost winced as Rika's little body once again squeezed like a vice. Only this time it had something properly to squeeze around. To milk. A thick, flexing breeder cock. There was no getting away from the warmth of this. From her Digimon. Her rapist. Rika arched and muffled a long, drawn out yelp in the middle of a call for help. She shivered, shook, and spasmed there. Cumming! Cumming! Cumming! N-no! Aaaah!

Her spine and neck and head all tingled and sparkled simultaneously within her. Ever more to add to her conditioning. To train her little body. There was never any hope here. She was made to cum around Renamon's thick girl cock again and again. She was born for it. Born to be raped. To be pregnant. To give birth. Over and over, for the rest of her little life. She would learn. Her body would learn. This was right.

Renamon had that ever confident look about her. Those eyebrows just ever so slightly furrowed and her eyes just so right properly focused on you like she knew every word she spoke to you would cut right through you. It extended to her every motion as well. From the way she stroked and caressed over her little tamer, to the way she kissed and licked her, to the way she properly raped her and pumped her full of cum. She had to get it out of Rika's little head constantly. There was no falling in love with each other here. It would only ever be the one thing, to teach her little human tamer, the same way all humans would be taught. They had their turn on the planet already, and look where it brought them.

War, famine, disease. Struggles the world could have faced together if they had spent their time in the warm embrace of their Digimon masters. This was the age of information, and here they had at their disposal sentient creatures of pure information, and they only used it to further their own greedy worldly desires. Humans. So pitiful, in a way.

Time flew, and yet, it stayed the same. Rika spent many a night under her warm Digimon. Either with that thick, throbbing vixen cock buried between her thighs, raping her little pregnant body regardless of any protesting, yelling or crying Rika would commence. Or, with her little face buried between those thighs. Gulping down gallons of thick, creamy Renamon cum day after day, to supply extra nutrients for the big Digimon babies kicking inside her little human body.

There were moments where Rika was certain this was the most humiliating thing she'd experienced, only for that expectation to be dashed the next moment with another embarrassing thing. The way Renamon's strong paws could easily take hold of her little head, catching and pulling on her hair to bring her closer to the musky sheath her Digimon sported. Followed by making the little human watch as it unsheathed towards her mouth, being held in place as it advanced. With the help of those strong paws tugging at her hair just enough to make the little human girl yelp in pain, that unsheathing Digimon cock would already muffle her a moment later.

There was no escape. The kicking inside her was getting stronger. Day by day, her belly was growing bigger. She'd actively notice over the course of the day how by the time she went to bed, and following thereafter; in the morning she'd wake up, and have just a tiny bit more difficulty in getting out of bed. Click. At this rate, she'd have to marry Renamon's girl-cock.

When she was allowed of course. Renamon took some care to make the little tamer stay in bed. After all, her mother had withdrawn the little girl from school, so she could spend all day at home with her Digimon. She had to learn, slowly but surely that the rest of her life would be dedicated to being raped, and being pregnant, and giving birth, and it started right here. She didn't have any need to go anywhere. She could stay in bed all day long, live a lazy life. Some people would kill to be taken care of this well, with no qualms to worry about. No taxes or gains to concern herself with. She just had to service her Digimon each day. Multiple times. Lie helplessly under her and focus only on how that thick girl cock bred with her again and again. How to gulp and choke around it. How to squeeze it. How to nuzzle those heavy orbs and worship that fat, cum-filled sack of hers.

Rika woke once more with a start, but she wasn't in bed. Everything felt strange and cold, and she was still struggling to pry her eyes open from the musky mess sticking them together. In fact, there was only one familiar thing she was feeling right now, and it was the ever active kicking of the cubs inside her body. No. Babies. Renamon had told her to call them babies, not cubs. Heavy Digimon babies. After all, there were no eggs, and they wouldn't be small like pups.

Her eyes finally cleared up and focused, and she realized she was in the bathtub, with Renamon there, waiting, sitting at her spread thighs, caressing them. Molesting her. Wait, what in the hell? She looked to the side, seeing her peripheral taken up by a blur of red. She realized she was looking at Guilmon's huge muzzle. He was curiously nuzzling down at her, sniffing her. By god, he had grown into a full grown dragon of sorts, considering his size. No wonder the door frames were no match for him. Rika had barely seen the dinosaur Digimon for a while now. Where was Takato?

Renamon cut the silence through the internal monologue Rika was currently occupied with, by pressing her warm sheath up between Rika's little thighs. It was home. Comfortable. Where it was meant to be. No! Rika squirmed and turned her attention to her Digimon. Why was she here? In the tub? What was Guilmon doing here? Renamon wasn't even speaking, just giving an ever threatening smirk as her warm sheath swelled and flexed right there, where it belonged. Rika couldn't ask, could barely even breathe as it was. Having two powerful horny Digimon so close to her was even more overwhelming than usual, especially how any little bit of excitement she felt was immediately reciprocated by not only the cubs kicking a bit harder inside her body, but by Renamon, pushing and teasing between her little tamers' thighs.

If something hadn't snapped in her by now, she was pretty close. A little defenceless girl like her couldn't take torture like this forever. Surely she'd break. Right? Wasn't there some sort of self protection that human minds were capable of in situations of extreme trauma? Why was she witness to every single living, breathing moment no matter what she tried? This hell wasn't ending. Every single second that her life continued, Renamon was figuring some way of making it more humiliating and more degrading. All Rika could do was lie there, with no means of even getting used to the sensations. Everything from the musk, to the size, to the heat, to the volume of cum that pumped inside her little body, changed each time.

Here she lay, neatly restrained by her strong Digimon. The vixen taking her delight in grinding against the full little tamer. All while Guilmon watched with a careful eye. The heat he radiated with, filled the bathroom completely with his musk. Even overpowering the potent scent that Renamon put out. Rika couldn't breathe, every single gasp for air just tainted with a deep, aggressive heat. This thick musk lingering in the air that almost made her feel like she was suffocating or drowning within it.

Only for Guilmon to take matters into his own paws, and mount the bathtub. Big as he was, he'd barely fit in here. Not with it already occupied anyway, but Rika realized that wasn't the plan. His hindquarters were swinging over her face, before he sat back on the free edge of the tub behind her. Dragging his heavy, musky, grimy sack over her little face in the process.

"I have somewhere to be today little Rika, an appointment to keep with someone very important. Which means I can't have you trying to escape."

Renamon took the moment to tilt her head and weigh her next words. The little tamer below her was already on the edge of panic as it was, with the draconic red beast of a Digimon sitting directly behind her, innocently resting his heavy sheath on top of her little head. The musk still made even Renamon gag a little, she didn't want to imagine being in Rika's place right now, and she did not envy the girl for what was in store for her. Hopefully the digivice could cope with the upload that Guilmon intended on providing.

"Now so far, there's been only one foolproof way of keeping you from attempting to escape, and that's to make sure you're unconscious."

Rika was listening with as much intent as she could muster. Not listening to her mistress was a mistake she had only made a couple of times before learning the consequences were often more severe if she wasn't prepared. At least if she knew what was about to occur to her, she was able to retain some measure of control over it. Here however, Guilmon was making it more difficult, his heavy, plump sheath atop her little head was dripping with ounces of heavy musk that filled the room with its insane scent. She had to try to turn her head to avoid it dripping over her face, but it was impossible to avoid. That musk dripped down everywhere, and it was very quickly becoming evident why. The big dragon was starting to unsheathe his thick dragon cock above her face. Little by little. Nowhere near enough to be threatening yet, but it was the potential of how much of a package there still was to come, that frightened Rika.

Renamon leaned forward, and used her leverage to tug and push on Rika to put her in the right position on her back, so her head was facing up, towards Guilmon. The fool of a overgrown dinosaur lacked the ability to aim his own member properly, and most definitely seemed to have grown more bestial with his evolution. More feral. He seemed entirely involved in it just for the pleasure, eyes more vacant and primal than before. Renamon doubted the Draconic beast in front of her now thought of humans as anything more than living cock-sleeves by this point. Oh well, it would come in handy today.

It was more than a few inches of unsheathing dragon cock now dripping and weighing on Rika's little face while she gagged under it. Renamon was easily able to hold the little girl in place while Guilmon adjusted his position ever so slightly. Angling his hips this way. Tilting his sheath that way. Lining up his flexing cock-tip just as much as he was able without assistance. It's a good thing Renamon was there. Digimon had to help each other out in the difficult task of properly degrading their little tamers.

Renamon leaned down on top of Rika. On top of that pregnant, kicking belly, on top of Guilmon's cock. She looked past it, to Rika's terrified little eyes, that were shivering in their sockets as they stared back up at her. Digimon or not, it wasn't like Renamon didn't have some amount of empathy and compassion for her little tamer. This is what was best for her. She was putting the human in her proper place, giving her a better life to look forward to. Short or long lived as it might be while she was bred over and over, she would eventually learn to forget her old life. Her old dreams. Her old desires and goals and plans. Here and now is the only thing that would matter, and as long as she obeyed, or even when she didn't, she'd still be taken care of by her loving Renamon.

So she gave her little Rika a kiss, on one cheek, then the other. Having to maneuver around Guilmon's unsheathing, throbbing dragon cock. So close to this musk, so close to her little Rika, she could even whisper to her why she was down here. Waking up in the tub in the mid-morning with no clue as to how she got here.

"Guilmon will keep you company for a few hours, okay? There's someone special that wants to know how my evolution is progressing, but more importantly how your evolution is going as well."

Rika's mind quickly flashed with the memories of how many pictures and videos Renamon had taken in the last weeks of their activities. There was ultimately no way she could disagree to stay here, but whether stay or go, couldn't Renamon at least give her a break? She had to try, right? To call out. Perhaps this one time she would be shown empathy?

"P-please, I w-won't try to escape. I swear!"

It didn't matter to Renamon. It never did. Giving the little human tamer any manner of rest would mean the spare time at peace would bring back a measure of feistiness she didn't right properly feel like raping out of Rika again. The vixen had malicious plans about where to bring her tamer when she was due to give birth, and that would require some measure of complacency. So the dominating and seductive Digimon atop her didn't answer, instead, one of her mean paws wrapped around Guilmon's thick, throbbing cock-tip and pushed it down at the proper angle. Right towards her little Rika's small mouth. Those pretty little lips were quickly stained by the musk and slick cream dripping over to cover them.

Rika struggled, fuck. She struggled so nicely right underneath Renamon, while tightly within her grasp too. It couldn't be helped. Renamon's own sheath stirred the more Rika struggled and squirmed under her. Against her. Poised right at the entrance, right against her little pussy, it was easy to begin unsheathing her own slick cock right inside. Simultaneously, Renamon aimed true, and forced Rika's little mouth open for that beastly dragon cock that Guilmon still had ready to unsheathe. There was a brief moment of resistance, where both her little cunny and jaw tried to resist the invaders trying to push inside her body. Just a moment. It lasted but a brief second, even if it was one of the toughest fights that Rika had ever put on.

No! No! Please! God, her struggling and squirming got her nowhere except closer to the sources of those musky balls. It did nothing but help Renamon unsheathe quicker, and Guilmon surely took some delight in it as well. She needed to squirm! She needed to struggle for her Digimon! No! For herself! To get out, to run, to escape! More, squirm more underneath her rapists. Let their paws wander over her body all they wanted, if her squirming distracted them just long enough for her to make a getaway, it would all be worth-

Glllcckk! Hnnhn! Her jaw parted wide, unable to repel Guilmon's thick dragon cock at all anymore. It immediately pushed inside her little mouth, forcing her jaw to such an awkward angle, it immediately ached. Not to mention how Renamon slid between her thighs just right at the same time. Rika's little eyes squeezed shut in determination, trying desperately to squeeze her thighs around Renamon. Around her rapist. Around the Digimon that impregnated her. There was no hope, Renamon easily ran one of her big, warm paws over Rika's little pregnant belly, prompting another kick from within, which all but shattered the little tamer's remaining resistance.

That thick, throbbing vulpine girl cock slowly and slickly spread her little cunny lips apart. That sharp tip nuzzling right in, the heat absolutely ripping Rika's focus away from Guilmon's throbbing dragon cock for just a moment. That insane heat. Somehow it was always still a surprise. Guilmon might have musk and size, but Renamon had that dominating air about her, and that heat. That insane, dominating heat. That was the heat that had pumped inside her womb. Had claimed her little body and impregnated and yet again here it was at the gates.

Another slick inch pressed in, unsheathing directly inside. At the same time, Renamon slowly pushed forward, nuzzling her warm, musky sheath up against Rika's cunny. Those warm, heavy balls just below. All but assuring that every single inch, would unsheathe directly inside the little human's body from here on out. Another struggle, another squirm, and another kick from within her. Another inch unsheathing directly inside without any chance of it stopping.

Another inch unsheathing inside her mouth too, and another. Rika was pinned, unable to use anything for leverage, the tub too smooth from the collection of musk already having dripped into it. She just slipped between the two horny Digimon, being used like a little toy as they slowly piston just their flexing cock-tips inside her. Of course, even that was just a reprieve. It didn't last as long as Rika had hoped, and honestly it was already more than she could take anyway.

A minute later, Guilmon had focused for a moment long enough to feel Rika's little tongue struggling underneath his slick, musky cock-tip. He ground against it insistently, rubbing in his flavor, his musk; directly onto her taste buds. It nearly sent him over the edge. He needed more. He needed to feel that tight little throat of Renamon's cock-sleeve. He hardly ever got a chance to play with her. Mostly being occupied with his own cock-sleeve in privacy. Here he finally had access to take his time to unsheathe down that tight little throat, and he'd savor every second.

Rika began to struggle anew. She could feel Guilmon getting closer, unsheathing further. Pushing along towards the back of her tongue. Throbbing the whole while. That eager, blunt, dripping cock-tip slipping along her tongue, grinding that draconic musk into her senses until there was little else left. She needed to get out! Heave! Hrrrk. This musk was disgusting. Unwashed filth! Yet it started to push inside further, kissing against the entrance to her tight throat. Testing it. Teasing her. Feeling her struggle, feeling her squirm ever more as his cock-tip flexed there. Again. Just as one of the heavy Digimon babies inside her pregnant belly kicked again.

Renamon took her time in enjoying the little tamer too. She had nowhere to go here, at the pure mercy of her Digimon. Sandwiched. Spit roasted, with barely but a few inches inside her and already she'd look like she'd break. Renamon's undulations within her weren't even forced. Flexing her girl cock inside her little Rika's body in time with each kick of those babies she had put in her tamer. It only made sense, and made it all the more fun to grind her overheated sheath against Rika's little clit. Dripping her thick, hot sheath cream all over that joining, between their thighs. Fuck! Her little squirming tamer was so hot. How dare she walk around as long as she had without a baby in her. Without a pregnant belly. This is where girls like her belonged, right here, squirming under her. She'd make her into a proper woman. A mother.

Renamon finally took some pride in the way she was debasing her little tamer. Her head reared back as she felt Rika squirm and struggle under the dragon cock that was assaulting the entrance to her little throat. That little pussy of hers was squeezing tightly around her thick, flexing, virile girl cock. Those warm, soft thighs squeezing innocently, protectively, and haphazardly all at the same time. Fuck! It felt so fucking amazing to unsheathe directly inside her. Just like this, when she couldn't move away, but tried her best to struggle and squirm underneath and against her Digimon mistress. This was proper rape. How it should be. With the fear evident on her little tamer's face. In those little eyes that would occasionally flutter open wide in fear as another inch of thick Digimon cock would unsheathe either inside her little cunny, or inside her throat. That's the fear, the shock, the look she wanted to see on her.

That tip! That overpowering blunt draconic cock-tip! It was planted right against the entrance to her throat. Blocking it, flexing in it. Spreading it little by little, letting Rika have time to feel and taste the texture of every single flexing inch. Finally that choking little entrance of her comparatively tiny throat coughed, and gulped reflexively around the invader. It was enough for Guilmon to groan in pleasure above her. Even he couldn't stop how it elicited a reaction out of his sheath. As Rika watched in horror, his sheath drooled out a mess of sticky sheath cream right onto her face, covering her small nose. All at once lubricating the slick dragon cock that spread her little throat entrance open and slickly, ever so slowly, started to unsheathe directly inside. To make matters worse, Guilmon was adjusting himself, lowering himself towards her face. Lowering those heavy orbs. That heavy sack! Closer! No, god, please!

His heavy balls, his warm, full sheath, all coming closer towards her mouth, her face, her nose. All while that slick dragon cock proudly bulged out her little throat and unsheathed inside. Rika shook her head in panic, only managing to help Guilmon wedge that flexing cock-tip a little deeper with each squirming wiggle. The bathtub and bathroom consequently, besides being loaded with the heavy scent of Digimon musk, was now filled with the sound of Rika gulping, coughing, choking, heaving and struggling in the tub between the two Digimon; that were taking their time in raping the little tamer.

What had Renamon even been talking about earlier? Under this onslaught, Rika briefly forgot why this was even happening to her. Renamon always had a plan, and this was too elaborate not to be the result of another of those plots. Glllck. Another gulp. Another choke. Another kick. Another flex within her. God. It didn't matter. She deserved to be here. To be raped by her Digimon. She was born to be here, between them. Face covered in musk. Womb stretched with Digi-babies. She just needed to keep squirming and wiggling in protest, let her rapists defile her little body. Renamon was probably speaking again, but with Guilmon slowly and finally resting his heavy sheath and sack directly on top of Rika's little face; it didn't matter. None of those gulps, or chokes could even barely be heard. That slick dragon cock only had one place to unsheathe.

Rika couldn't breathe. Her snout locked shut by those heavy, cum-filled balls she had no choice but to nuzzle into with every squirm. That flexing cock tip within her throat flexing so wrongly in her. She lost count of the time she'd already spent under here now. Her tongue was raw from the pure musk and flavor being ground into it by that freshly unsheathing Digimon cock flexing on top of it.

Only then, Renamon's paw was around her throat all too suddenly. Momentarily, Rika's little choked gasps became more intense, much to her mistress' delight. But that wasn't the aim. The aim was pressing that flexing dragon cock elsewhere within Rika's throat. She needed the little tamer to stay unconscious for a while, and she knew of only one method that would make it certain. Guilmon didn't even realize what was happening below him, completely lost in the bliss of unsheathing within such a tight throat. Rika noticed however, and it renewed her struggling in earnest. She could feel in all too much detail, as Renamon's menacing paw redirected that flexing, pumping cock-tip of the dragon still unsheathing inside her little throat, towards her small gasping, choking windpipe.

No! N-not again! She choked and spasmed underneath Guilmon, trying her darndest to get the dragon's attention. It only encouraged him further. Bucking his hips just a bit ended up nuzzling and then progressively lodging his cock-tip right into her windpipe, before flexing and unsheathing the rest of his turgid length right down that much tighter hole. Her trachea!

Renamon didn't have to hold Rika's throat anymore, and instead her warm paws moved down to rub and caress over Rika's pregnant, kicking belly, while beginning to fuck and piston and pound the poor tamer in earnest. That flexing vulpine girl cock, slick with its own musk, had unsheathed nearly completely inside the little tamer. Only left to go was that final bulb, that was swelling up inside her sheath already. That thick knot. Flexing and slick, it too, tried to push, and nuzzle against the entrance to the little human tamer's body. That sweet, tight little cunny. Another buck, another thrust. Another kick, another spasm. Another squeeze, another flex.

Her mind was assaulted from too many angles to form anymore coherent thoughts. Rika couldn't breathe, and with the way things were going, she wouldn't be able to for the foreseeing future. She couldn't even shake her head, it hurt too much! That flexing cock was spreading open her throat in ways it wasn't meant to be spread open, and yet even so it was unsheathing further still. Simultaneously, Renamon was taking an extra delight in the unwilling, unrelenting, uncontrollable spasms that Rika's little body kept reacting with as a result of the assault on her windpipe. Rika could feel the heat of that flexing knot between her thighs. She would have shook her head, beaten her fists against anything that would have made it possible. She would have yelled and screamed for help. Screamed that she was being raped. Raped! She was being raped!

Her babies were kicking like crazy inside her! That hot vixen sheath was pressing right against her little clit! Guilmon's cock-tip was flaring inside her trachea, bulging out deep in her throat. She couldn't take the assault. She couldn't even cry, and even if she had, the tears would have just mixed with the musk of the heavy dragon balls that were covering her eyes and nose. Renamon's mean paws were caressing over the soft skin of her little human thighs, and spread them apart just a little further, before slowly starting to achingly spread that small vulnerable pussy with her intimidatingly thick, hot knot.

Rika spasmed again, and that was it for Guilmon. Her little involuntarily gasping throat was gulping for air right around his flexing cock-tip. Invitingly milking it for thick dragon cum. The babies kicked inside her belly again. This way and that. They sensed how panicked their mother was. They could sense their mother was being used. Raped.

That first thick rope of dragon cum painted her windpipe full of rich, virile cream. Her little chest heaved and spasmed, drinking it in, involuntarily. Guilmon flexed and flared his throbbing dragon cock inside her throat, keeping it lodged, stuck inside. There was not one micrometer of space for air. Rika's little frame spasmed in protest, in search of air. Only to receive pure, thick, musky liquid. She could hear and feel that heavy sack churning and pumping against her little face, grinding against her nose and eyes. Another thick rope, and another.

Rika's legs flailed and spasmed, and Renamon slipped her thick flexing knot inside that little cunny at the same time. It instantly began to swell within her and pump. Thick, hot Digimon cum pumping inside the little tamer from both sides. Renamon couldn't resist it. The way Rika spasmed against her, squirming for her dear life as she began to gurgle and drown underneath Guilmon. Drowning on his thick, virile cum.

The draconic beast above her, mounting her face, didn't mind taking his time to pump his cum inside the little tamer. Those heavy balls heaved more than her little lungs did. She couldn't. She was breathing in his thick cum! Breathing it in. Inhaling it. Drowning in it. She couldn't wiggle, move. Any squirming was just becoming autonomous, and it hurt. Her spasms, her belly, her poor little cunny. Her throat. Everything hurts. Everything ached. Another thick rope! Another spurt! Yet still her little lungs and throat desperately gulped down that incredibly thick, hot Digimon cum. Gross, helpless little gurgling sounds emanating from within her small frame. From within her chest. Inside her, those little lungs were filling with Guilmon's thick, feral cum.

While Rika spasmed, Renamon took a personal delight. Still caressing those mean, warm paws of hers over that pregnant little belly. Over those drowning little lungs. Feeling them fill with thick cum underneath the powerful dragon beast that mounted that petite human face. Fuck, it felt so good how her tamer desperately squeezed and milked around her flexing girl cock! Fuck! Dear god, those little spasms, and kicks. Those helpless little motions against her as she properly raped her little tamer. There was nowhere Rika could go, nowhere to escape.

Rika felt it. As Guilmon's heavy balls pumped against her face. As Renamon's thick knot plugged her pussy up. As those heavy babies kicked inside her. This was just a few weeks into this evolution, and it had already felt like a whole lifetime. Yet this would be the rest of her life. Here. Between thick, Digimon breeding cocks. Helpless. She couldn't even cough or gasp anymore, subject to just feeling that thick, hot fluid pump directly inside her little lungs. Painfully so. While she tried to heave and spasm to cough it back up, it would just be pushed back down with another flex, and another pump. Another spurt. Another rope of thick cum.

At the same time, that flexing girl cock inside her body was pumping its own virile ropes of thick cum. Knot swollen within her, Rika could feel Renamon was pumping more excitedly than usual. If she still had energy left to blush, she would. The world was getting so dark. So meaningless. This is where she was meant to be. Here. This is what she was born for. To be fucked helplessly by her Digimon. To be pregnant. Click. God, she couldn't wait to give birth. What would Renamon do to her then? Make her give birth in front of others? Make her give birth in front of school? God she hoped she could one day marry Renamon's thick girl cock. Just put a ring in her little human mouth and make her push it behind Renamon's thick knot. Keep her lodged there. Rape her little face in front of everyone. Show them what they would become.

No, wait. This wasn't right. She couldn't. It was so hard to think. It was so hot. So musky, so deep inside her. So full. Everything hurt. She couldn't breathe.

Finally, she stopped. Her consciousness fading bit by bit. Renamon moaned in final delight, painting the small humans insides with cum for a few extra long minutes. This would keep Rika occupied for a while. She had drowned the poor girl in cum before, but never had it been Guilmon's seed that had overpowered her lungs. Surely, the modified Digivice collar sealed around Rika's neck would keep the tamer intact just the same.

Sooner or later, that thick cum inside her lungs would evaporate, uploaded and converted to pure data by the Digi-collar. But it might take a while, in the meantime, Rika would be kept on the edge of existence between the real world, and the digital world. This evolution was having more effects on her than any of them properly realized yet, but for now, the remaining benefit was a certain amount of immortality. Or at least, an increased pace of restoration and healing, similar to that of actual Digimon. At least, that was the case when it came to fluids being pumped into her from Digimon. Renamon doubted it would work equally as well if the girl drowned underwater.

The new and evolved food chain was becoming evident. The Digimon had to eat nowadays. Real food. Beyond just the guilty pleasure that it had always been for Guilmon. Now it actually serves as proper nutrition. Which was then converted to a hybrid of digital data and real matter within them when consumed. This in turn, when pumped into an unwilling little tamer, could be re-converted into a new sort of bio-data. That which was useless could be discarded, and that which offered some practicality, could be converted to compatible bio-data and merge with the tamer. In effect, the humans were evolving into their next phase. Steered and guided by their breeders. Rika and Takato were effectively becoming little more than cattle to their Digimon.

Renamon wasn't sure if this had always been the plan for Humanity. She wasn't the type to judge the decisions of her superiors on this matter. Nor did she mind becoming the mother of a new age. Rather, she supposed; Rika was the mother of this new age. Now that her little tamer was indisposed for a few hours, it gave Renamon some time to ponder on her trip back into the digital world. The Digimon god had reveled in Renamon's progress. The ample pictures and videos, amongst other data that Renamon provided, gave the Digital deity just a sample of the satisfaction that Renamon had been granted these last few weeks.

She had been instructed to continue on her dominating plots, to keep grinding the little tamers into pure lust addled creatures, much like she was. Whether they wanted it or not was of no consequence. Sacrifices of free will had to be made in order to usher humanity into the next phase of evolution. Besides, the more Renamon indulged this evolution, the more she ultimately believed it too. Tamers were made for this. For breeding. Feeling the soft skin of her little tamer's face struggling between her furred thighs, that was heaven's delight. Pumping thick cum into her little tamer's ovaries until they were ready to burst. Until Rika squirmed in pain and uncontrollably bucked under her. God, that little human pussy wrapping around her thick knot. Delight, pleasure. These were outdated, and inadequate words. Even calling it heaven, or a luxury, wasn't quite right. This was better than all that.

This was right.

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When Renamon returned from her trip away, she came with a multitude of instructions she'd have to carry out in the coming days and weeks. Break her tamers this way or that way. Easy enough. Humiliate them this way or that way. Simple. She likely would have come up with those ideas anyway. Both Renamon and the Digital God were completely on the same page of where this would ultimately lead. She'd whispered it into Rika's ears already at night many times. Just the same however, she enjoyed the blush and squirm that Rika couldn't hold back anytime she was reminded of her upcoming future.

So Rika had to endure. Time did anything but fly, and yet all at the same time her belly grew all too fast. There were glances she'd catch at first. Renamon would actively prevent the little tamer from looking in the mirror for a few days at a time, before forcing the little tamer to ride on her lap in front of one. The shock in her little eyes as she saw how much her pregnant belly had grown in that time was enough to bring her to tears again. Renamon cried a couple of times as well when she was cuddling her little tamer. Crying over that adorably lost innocence of Rika's, and crying in pride and happiness at ushering in this new age for humanity. At how her little tamer would give birth to their young in just a few more weeks. Or was it days now? Time flew while she was having so much fun. It was almost unfair how little time it took to impregnate her little tamer. She almost wished the pregnancy could truly last as long as that of a traditional human pregnancy. That being said, having her little Rika swell up like this multiple times a year. On her back, trying to push out big babies, multiple times a year; that more than made up for it.

There were days where she couldn't get her cock out of her little tamer. Not that she had wanted to anyway. She'd sink herself inside that sweet little cunt, or that little throat for an entire day, realizing all too late that the sun had already set before giving Rika a bit of air. Maybe a taste of food here or there, to keep the little tamer going. Some vitamin supplements here or there when the digi-vice had been overworked from the ample data that Renamon was pumping into her tamer. It compensated somehow. To a certain extent, Renamon doubted if Rika was even fully human anymore.

Rika's eyes were on fire sometimes. With fury or passion or a lust to escape. Renamon knew her little tamer had ideas about getting away, but when she consequently had to almost waddle while walking through the house; her worries were settled. Rika was too far along to get away from her future. It was time to bring her into the fold on the next steps with her future. Her wedding.

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There, that morning was especially demeaning for Rika. She squirmed in bed, wiggling this way and that, barely able to roll herself upright. Fuck, it nearly made her cry in anger. Her pregnant body was betraying her, teasing her. It was making it impossible to get out of bed. Fuck! They wouldn't let up inside her. Kicking! Fuck! Her little body shivered again as two of the cubs inside her kicked. Again. Once more. Renamon had trained her well. No, horribly! Her little body couldn't escape the sensations, and equated them with pleasure. Heating up between her thighs, that little cunt of hers getting wet automatically. Each kick only stimulated her further.

What an inescapable itch. She couldn't get herself up out of bed, every time she tried, one of the babies inside her would knock the wind out of her with another kick. She'd fall back onto her pillows proper, and whine in protest. Almost letting a moan escape her lips. She was pregnant. They were kicking inside her. God. No. Please. Why was this happening to her? What could Renamon accomplish with this horribly demeaning torture?

Renamon was already awake beside the little tamer, of course. Watching Rika squirm and struggle to get out of bed. This was starting to become a guilty habit of hers. Oh how quickly Rika had progressed. From a taut little tummy she could watch bulge out with the shape of Renamon's girl cock, to being so round that the swell of her pregnant tummy pushed her breasts up just a bit. Renamon couldn't resist it, she leaned over the little tamer, pinning her down, and softly licked over one of the little human's breasts. Kissing them, licking over them.

How long before they'd start leaking with breast milk? Renamon would start getting her own sort of thirst for her tamer. Might even have to fight the cubs for who gets the next drink. A huff and a whisper, a hushed whimper, and whatever more passed between them for the first few minutes as both slowly woke from their slumber, was too muffled to tell. Eventually, Rika was a squirming mess once again, kicking belly notwithstanding the onslaught that Renamon could bring to her little tamer.

Ultimately, as her little tamer was coming down from it all, blushing and shivering against her warm Digimon; Renamon could finally tell her.

"It's time, little Rika. You really shouldn't give birth to our cubs out of wedlock. That's a human tradition, after all. I've arranged a special occasion for you and me, you know?"

Rika squirmed further still. She still wasn't sure whether her mind was protecting her from the worst of it by this point, but as much torture as she was facing, time did seem to have passed more quickly the last few weeks. Her inquisitive eyes lit up at the notion of potential relief from just sitting in her bed however.

"A special occasion?" The little tamer asked anxiously.

"You and I, we're getting married!" Renamon almost blurted it out with her own level of anxiousness. She had been dying to tell her tamer. She watched those little eyes dart around in fear. Those little cheeks blushing up at her.

Married? Rika shook her head to wonder if she had heard that correctly. Marrying a Digimon? How would that even work? If anyone saw her and Renamon together in this state, there would be so many questions. No, why was Rika even considering this? She wasn't going to marry Renamon! Her rapist! She couldn't let on, maybe she should encourage it. Yes, tell Renamon it was a great idea, so that Renamon would bring them to a church, or something. They'd save her. She'd be rescued then! She had to be subtle though. Somehow. Tricking her mistress might be difficult.

"R-Renamon, t-that's... is that possible? W-what church would marry us?" Rika hoped that was subtle enough. She tried to fake a dull look in her eyes. Make her mistress believe that her fighting will was gone for the moment. Fuck, another kick in her belly. Ahh~ God! No. She couldn't let this...

"Oh it'll be a fantastic little wedding for you, me, and..." Renamon trailed off for a moment. She knew her little tamer was trying to prompt a certain reaction. Rika was too smart for her own good, and at the same time, incapable of imagining still the exact torture Renamon had in mind. What church? A church wasn't necessary. It was no ordinary wedding.

"It'll be right here. I wanted to keep it more personal, you know, not invite too many guests. But some of your friends will be in attendance. Digimon tamers, of course. It only makes sense that they understand first that it's okay to love your Digimon." Renamon whispered the last few words with utter sultry malice in her voice. It was sarcasm and intentional seduction at the same time.

She knew Rika had given up all hope of affection for her Renamon at some point or another. There were fewer and fewer moments here or there where Renamon would be a bit more gentle or passionate. Always with the ulterior motive of making Rika beg a bit more for the compassion and empathy she wanted out of her Digimon. Both of them knew that when Renamon used the word 'love' at this point, it was anything but. She was simply and exclusively referring to rape. To impregnation.

It was slowly dawning on Rika. This was not going to be just an ordinary wedding. Renamon was planning on spreading this virus to more Digimon. Her wedding would be a vector to bring all the tamers together! Fuck! Another kick! Goddamn it! Aaah! Why couldn't these blasted creatures in her stop moving for one ungodly minute at least! She'd have to stop Renamon from sending out invitations, or perhaps contact the tamers somehow over the phone to get this all sorted out so they don't attend. Or get them to look for a cure.

"Don't worry little Rika, the invitation already went out over two weeks ago! I was meaning to surprise you, and well, surprise! We're getting married..." Renamon paused, letting the fear register and dawn in Rika's eyes.

"...today."

Preparation had gone by faster than she anticipated. Rika could hear the other Digimon and their tamers already in the other parts of the house. It was a blur of voices, but they'd been decorating for the better part of the day. Had purchased and ordered refreshments and food and such. Seeing as it was all just less than an hour away at this point, things were starting to quiet down. The occasional musical chime grated her ears this way or that way. This couldn't be real. Marrying Renamon?

This was the longest she'd been left unattended in a long time. Renamon was likely making sure Guilmon wasn't around to disturb the other tamers with his lust. Rika recalled seeing Takato dazedly walk out of his room and begin mingling with the other guests. All while he carried that card. That one card that she had used on his digi-vice weeks ago! Oh gods, no, was he...?

Was he turning the other digi-vices? She could hear his voice there, just a few rooms away, convincing the other tamers. Some garbled conversation overlapped, but Rika swore she heard Takato speak about "Anti-virus card", or some such nonsense. God, if she could have gotten out of bed and rushed to the aid of her friends! It was impossible with this much weight inside her. Kicking in her.

Rika couldn't stop crying. In her head, she repeated it over and over. This couldn't be real. This was a nightmare. There was no way she was pregnant. Details of her life were fuzzy now. Time was flying by the second. Was her mind trying to protect itself from trauma? Is this what an existential crisis felt like?

Renamon shattered that notion when she pushed the hastily hung sheet over the door-frame aside and stepped in. Rika was taken aback, even gasping a little. Renamon was wearing the most beautiful dress Rika had ever seen. White, and lace, exposing her shoulders and even stylishly wrapping around her purple gloves. It went wide down around her hips and all the way down to the floor, leaving one of Renamon's legs provocatively exposed below the thigh and onwards. Surprisingly, despite how revealing the dress was, it didn't betray any of the extra 'qualities' of Renamon's evolutions. If Rika had been in a different state of mind now, she might have gawked in awe of the beauty. This however, was now anything but. This only meant her fate was coming closer.

The noise of the crowd behind her had gotten quieter. It was evident Renamon was here to guide Rika out.

"My my, still not dressed? Come on. You wouldn't believe the explaining I had to do about the broken door frames. Thank the gods Guilmon isn't here to spoil this moment, cleaning his musk off the walls alone took forever." Renamon spoke to Rika like this was just an ordinary day. Like she wasn't about to force her little tamer to marry her.

A little tug on her thighs and with the help of a big paw, Rika was on her feet. Barely. She had to hold her little hands under her pregnant belly to keep her balance. She had spent so little time properly on her feet with this belly, walking with it looked embarrassing. Once again, Renamon had just the thing to break that unfocused, tortured little thought pattern of her tamer. A big box with a nice little tiara on top of it.

"Open it, Rika. This is your dress." Renamon grinned.

Rika's little hands slowly lifted the lid, peeking inside at first, before the lid fell off. Rika's hands were too shy to reach into it, but her mean digital mistress took care of that for her too. There was nothing in the box except a pair of black lace panties, a pair of lace thigh highs, and a fully revealing fishnet dress that wouldn't leave anything to the imagination. Rika's cheeks immediately blushed brightly before looking up at Renamon.

"I can't wear this, everyone will see..."

Renamon shushed the little tamer, and slowly manipulated her with those mean paws. Helping the little girl put on her new panties, her new thigh highs, her new dress. Her gloves. What a proper outfit for a little breeding slut. Preparing the little human to get married. To get tamed. To force her into a new life of permanent servitude. Permanent breeding.

The clothes had to be right. They had to accentuate her curves. Leave her overly vulnerable. So that people would be forced to look. Forced to see her pregnant belly. Her breasts. Even those lace panties didn't hide the swell of her little mound. Those cute little funny lips still dripping more every time one of the cubs inside her belly kicked again.

Before she knew it, Rika was already dressed, wobbling lightly there in her room in a daze. The moment was drawing nearer and nearer. She still couldn't fathom it. She tried repeating it in her head. This isn't real. This couldn't be real. However, every time she tried, she felt that click again. Click. It is real. This is no nightmare. She was really about to marry Renamon. She was going to cement this pregnancy, by marrying her rapist. Kick! Another! Fuck!

It hurt. God, it hurts. She could feel the tingling, itching sensation of her soft belly stretching more every day. Could feel and rub her fingers over the marks being left on her skin from how quickly her skin had to accommodate all the extra weight. Her little body was slowly being ruined, bit by bit, more so each day. Here, before too long, a wedding band on her finger and she'd be carried off by Renamon to cement the marriage no doubt. What would the honeymoon be like?

Renamon had somehow resisted the urge to rape her little pretty tamer right then and there. Had simply dressed her in the cute garments, and called on Takato to attend to her and bring her in when the time was right. In fact, now that Rika thought about it, this had been the longest she'd gone without being used, since the day it all started. Renamon had been too occupied all day long with preparations for the wedding. Time kept making leaps. Rika would get stuck in her head, sitting or standing there, twirling her thumbs while trying to process all the things that happened to her these last few weeks.

Rika had lost all ability to tell time, locked up as she'd been, here, under Renamon's careful watch. The first kick had come only 4 weeks into her pregnancy, and now here she was, how many weeks later? The cubs wouldn't stop kicking inside her even a moment, not even when she slept. Renamon had taken every opportunity she could to subjugate the little tamer. Training her to cum whenever the cubs would kick inside her belly, and yet even still there were continuously more opportunities presenting themselves on how to further humiliate and degrade the human.

The noise from the rest of the house had calmed down a little. Music was idling and yet playing a tune of melancholy somewhere on the speakers. It was cheap and tinny, compared to the broad wedding she imagined herself one day having on her own terms. Click. It didn't matter now. This was the wedding she was born to have.

Takato already stood there, at her door. His eyes had this defeated look in them. Did he have makeup on? Rika gasped lightly. Takato was slightly bruised all over his face, barely concealing it with makeup. No doubt Guilmon had been roughly mounting his mouth all night long. She could picture the Dragon's heavy balls slapping against Takato's little face again and again in the middle of getting his throat reamed by that mottled shaft. That was probably how he sustained two black eyes anyway. The makeup didn't hide it very well.

Was it a sign that they were getting used to the rapes by now? That these injuries, these symptoms, these repressed psychological states between them were becoming less noteworthy? It almost started to feel normal. Much as Takato's injuries surprised her, some part of her nodded her head like she should have expected this sooner. This is just the kind of careless Digimon that Guilmon was now. Rika should count her lucky stars that she was paired with such a kind, caring, compassionate Digimon by comparison.

"R-Renamon said you need to come with me." Takato quietly blurted out. He didn't even make eye contact with her. He just looked down at the ground, shuffling his feet this way and that. Even his voice sounded hoarse, barely intelligible. There was a noticeable stutter to them now. He was dressed in a small, femboyish Tuxedo of sorts, clearly overdressed in stark contrast to the star of the show; Rika. He couldn't look at her. She had put him here. Had done this to him. Consequently, she could barely stand to look at him either. It was her fault that both their Digimon had turned the two of them into little toys.

Here they were, together, alone, for the first time in weeks. They could run. Jump out the window. Make a getaway of some sort. They didn't have to carry on with this insane plan. Click. They didn't have to succumb to the vile musk; to the virile cum being pumped inside them each day and night. Pumping and spurting and filling and stretching their insides. Fuck! Another kick. Oh god, she was dripping wet down between her thighs. Her little body is fighting with anxiety almost as much as her mind. Her heart was fleeting and beating out of her chest almost as much as the cubs inside her little pregnant belly.

But she didn't run. Takato grabbed one of her hands, and pulled her out of her room despite the daze she was in. He jammed a bouquet of flowers in her hands and led her forward. Time went in slow motion here. Over eight weeks had passed already since she first encountered Renamon in the new evolved state she was in. Though Rika didn't know it yet, having to give birth to Renamon's cubs would happen sooner rather than later.

As Rika walked out of her room, following hand in hand with Takato, she walked through the hallway towards the expansive living room. They had made extra space in there now since Guilmon took to lounging between the kitchen and the living room frequently enough that his tail had destroyed some of the walls a bit. To make matters worse, she understood now why the conversations overlapping earlier had died down. Her ears hadn't caught it earlier, or perhaps she'd allowed herself to block them out somehow.

But now, as she walked closer, just a few steps left to round the hallway and into the living room itself, her ears caught it. Muffled yelps. Little screams for help. Slick, disgusting sounds. Something in her belly kicked hard. Harder than before. Rika suppressed the moan and somehow staggered forward, around the corner. She caught the insane scent first. The musk that slammed her in the face nearly made her gag. Then... the sight.

At the other end of the more expansive living room, aside from all the wedding decorations, stood Renamon. In her dress, smiling mischievously. Her dress didn't hide her breasts anymore, not enough. The lace material was so thin, her soft nipples easily indented the fabric. Rika didn't know why she stared so long. It was evident that her own dress was even more revealing. Somehow she had forgotten to protectively cover herself with her own little arms, but it really didn't matter at this point.

It took her mind a second to process. There were more Digimon here than she'd ever met. Some she'd never seen before. Having parked themselves against the walls on either side, they formed a makeshift aisle down the middle, where Takato was starting to pull her to walk along. Leading her towards Renamon at the end of it. All heads shifted to look at her. At Rika. Her cheeks were on fire. She could see how much Renamon was enjoying this.

But the squirming, the noises. The yelps. Why was her mind taking so long to process this? Her eyes felt blurry. Movement against the Digimon that were looking at her didn't make sense. It took a few seconds to come into focus. The Digimon all looked evolved. Bigger. Stronger. There were even some here she knew they had defeated, not to mention some Digimon she didn't even recognize. From the ones she could tell that were here, the list of guests was bigger than she anticipated. Vajramon, Rapidmon, Indramon, Leomon, Cyberdramon, Antylamon, even Beelzemon! Just to name a few.

Only, they weren't fighting each other as they should have been. No, the squishes. The disgusting sounds. The yelps. It was coming from below them, on top of them, against them. Every single Digimon standing there was raping a tamer. Telltale by the digivice that had evolved into a collar, the same one she wore, was equally on each of the tamers here in attendance. Squeezing around their necks when they protested, silencing them. Their fear stricken eyes gawking at Rika's nearly nude, pregnant body. A few of them managed to yelp for help, before being muffled by the bigger paws of the Digimon stuffing them full. Their little bodies bulged with the shape of Digimon cocks.

Somehow, Takato didn't even seem to notice. His head was turned down, looking at the aisle that he started pulling Rika forwards through. Through this torturous aisle of listening to her friends being raped. Raped by their Digimon. By their enemies, in some cases. Some of them no doubt are going to be impregnated this very evening, at her wedding. The sick squishes of Vajramon stuffing his mottled, thick cock into the inexperienced throat of some tamer Rika didn't know, nearly made her gag. She felt it within herself, remembering how Guilmon had used her. Rika watched as the girl was strapped into a harness fitting to the underside of the Minotaur Digimon. The girl struggled, gagged, choked, gulped and cried as Vajramon sat down, trapping the tamer under himself. Covering her little eyes in his heavy sack and likely suffocating her.

Rika turned her head away, she couldn't look. That was evil. It's like he was trying to kill the tamer. She was undoubtedly sure at least some humans wouldn't be leaving here tonight alive. Rika stood there finally. Having walked through the aisle. Takato had stopped holding her hand and had tried to run off and as quickly as possible back down the aisle. It would have been the best chance for an escape, honestly. Most Digimon were occupied, sometimes two to a single tamer. If it weren't for some blue draconic Digimon that grabbed him as he ran. Lifting Takato up as he started to scream in protest, and lining his small throat up with the tip of a thick blue draconian fuck-shaft. Instantly, the yelling was muffled, turning into gargled gulps and shocked muttering as Takato was used like a cock-sleeve behind her.

Renamon tugged on Rika's hands, bringing the pregnant little tamer's attention back to her rapist. Out of the bouquet of flowers, Renamon took a small box, tossing the flowers to the side. The petals scattering every which way, and quickly being stepped on by another Digimon. Rika could hear the sloshing of a full belly behind her somewhere, the dripping and spilling of Digimon cum on the floor elsewhere. Her mind was scattered. This couldn't be real. Surely.

Renamon smiled with that knowing, telltale smile. It betrayed how mischievous she was. How planned and plotted this had all been. Rika shuddered to think that the tamers had come here willingly, not knowing what they were going to be subjected to. Now, all around her, they were losing their innocence because of Rika's mistake. Because of Rika's lack of capability to protect them. She knew there was blood under some of the Digimon. The tamers were being broken in. The freshly evolved Digimon didn't yet know their own limits. Yet somehow this evolution had taken them all on board. Not one of them had resisted, that she could see, and besides even if they had, those Digimon just as likely would have been turned into submissive fuck toys for the other willing Digimon.

How could they do this to them? Rika had loved Renamon! Had ultimately learned to treat her with respect as they harnessed each other's respect and compassion for each other. Yet here she was, standing before her Renamon, about to open a box that no doubt had the wedding ring inside of it. She hadn't even written down nor practiced any vows, and she was fairly certain that things like weddings were supposed to be rehearsed so that everyone knew their place.

Renamon didn't mind doing it all without practice. After all, nothing would have prepared the tamers for this. Who could have possibly told them to come to a wedding and prepare themselves to be raped and impregnated by the Digimon they've tamed for so long? Rika's mind was doing somersaults. This wasn't real. This was a nightmare.

A kick! In her belly! Another! Another! A-another! Fuck, oh god. She fell to her knees in agony, and all at once, something within her gave way. Her body shuddered and shivered as her thighs were instantly soaked. Fluid spilling out, rushing out and covering the floor, nearly making her slip. Her water broke! Simultaneously, Renamon gripped Rika's panicked little head and made her look up. Up at her. At her rapist. The one she was to marry.

Slowly, Renamon took the ring out of the box. Only it was far too big for a finger, and with Rika still in shock, trying to understand what just happened inside her little body; she couldn't even protest as Renamon pushed the broad gold ring into Rika's open mouth. Keeping her jaw locked open like an O-Ring style gag. Ever so slowly, the vindictive, evil vixen smiled down at her little tamer as she stared back in shock, fear, surprise; along a range of other emotions.

Slowly, Renamon pulled on her own dress, tugging on the side that already had her thigh half exposed. Ever so gently, she pulled the dress up, slowly revealing her heavy sack, and plump, fuzzy girl-sheath. It equally so had a ring around the base of it, similar to the contraption that Rika had once attached Takato to Guilmon with. Only this one was gold, and perfectly matched the distinctive fur pattern of Renamon. Gold. To match the one in Rika's mouth. Rika began to pull her head back, realizing what was about to happen. The thoughts that had scattered around in her head weeks prior, they were becoming a reality, here and now. This wasn't a wedding to wed Rika to Renamon. It was a wedding to marry Rika to Renamon's...Click.