Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Dress ❯ One-Shot

"I should tell her I'm sick or something," Rika grumbled. She stood in front of a mirror, smoothing wrinkles from the dress she was wearing.

"Oh come now, Rika," Renamon scolded softly, standing behind her. "It's one dress for one night. It can't be that bad."

"You know how much I can't stand dresses," Rika said. "Give me a nice pair of pants any day of the week."

"Well, I think you look beautiful in it," Renamon smiled.

"You say that about everything I wear," Rika said, hands on her hips. "There's got to be a way to get out of going to this thing."

"It would mean so much to your mother if you did this for her," Renamon reminded her partner. "And it's not like anybody you know will be there."

"I'll be there, and that will be enough," Rika sighed. "Hopefully, it's not too late to say I can't go."

"Come on Rika, do it for your mother," Renamon urged. Rika scoffed, rejecting the idea. Renamon narrowed her eyes. "Don't make me say it," she warned.

Rika turned with a shocked look on her face. "You wouldn't! You're bluffing."

Renamon crossed her arms and stared into Rika's eyes. "Try me."

"I'm not going," Rika said in one final act of defiance. "And that's final."

Renamon sighed theatrically. "Rika, you really should go. Do it for me?"

Rika stepped backwards, mocking being pushed back by the words. She placed one hand on the table behind her.

"Well?" Renamon asked, holding in a chuckle.

"I can't believe it. You actually said it," Rika said, shaking her head incredulously. "You're just lucky I love you to distraction, Renamon, and I find it so damned hard to say no to you."

"I know," Renamon smiled smugly. "But I shall only use my powers for good, not evil."

"You're a regular riot, Renamon," Rika sighed. "Oh well. I guess one night really won't kill me."

"That's the spirit… I guess," Renamon said, shaking her head. Her body shook with silent laughter. She'd find a way to make it up to the girl later.

"Wish me luck," Rika said, and Renamon kissed her briefly on the mouth.

"Knock 'em dead," Renamon grinned. Rika performed one final twirl before walking out of the room in a swirl of skirts. Renamon watched her leave, and a few seconds later she phased out of the room.

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The party passed uneventfully enough. Mikino was her typical radiant self, Rika her typical sullen self. Rika didn't like all the attention she received, especially not due to looks. Everybody always told her how pretty she was, which she simply hated.

When she and her mother finally arrived home, Rika's first stop was her room. Renamon was there waiting for her, a bemused look on her face.

"How did it go?" she asked, to which Rika grunted.

"Same old, same old. 'Oh, you're so pretty, you look just like your mom' etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Urrrgh," Rika grumbled. Renamon chuckled.

"As I expected. Do you mind being called pretty so much?"

Rika sighed, turning to look into the mirror once more. "It's just so shallow. They say it like it's the only thing that really matters. Like I'm nothing more than a pretty face."

Renamon came up behind Rika, wrapping her arms around the girl's shoulders. "They don't know you like I do," she said into Rika's ear. "You're so much more than just pretty. You're kind when you choose to be, gentle when you want to be, and you have one of the strongest spirits I've ever known in a human. They see only your looks because that's all others see them for."

Rika smiled fondly. "You're amazing, you know that, Renamon? You always see right to the heart of everything."

"It's a gift."

"I know. Okay, this dress has got to go." Rika tried to twist her arms behind her, but she just couldn't reach. "Could you help me with the zipper?" she asked.

Renamon smirked. "But of course."

Hooking the pull with a claw, Renamon slowly slid it down, baring a strip of the smooth flesh of Rika's back. When it was all the way down, she brought her claw back up, lightly tracing where the zipper had been. Next, she tilted her head and began kissing the side of Rika's neck.

Rika slowly exhaled as Renamon's attentions continued, moving lower onto her shoulder. "Mmmmm, that feels good," she breathed, eyes closed, Renamon's soft fur lightly tickling her skin.

Renamon slid the material of Rika's dress from the girl's shoulder, baring even more flesh. As she moved her kisses there, she began to slide her tail up the inside of Rika's leg.

"Hey," Rika protested softly. "That tickles. Stop that," she said, trying to hold in a giggle. "That…" she cut herself off with a sudden inhale as she felt the tip of Renamon's tail flick the bottom of her panties.

Renamon continued gently sucking on Rika's shoulder, her tail rapidly flicking across the girl's underwear.

"Renamon…" Rika said softly, the sensations causing her voice to quiver. "I don't know about this…"

"I want to show you just how much I love you Rika," Renamon breathed into her lover's ear. Her tail stopped flicking and instead began a soft caress of Rika's lower body. "Let me do this for you. For me. For us."

Rika responded by taking a deep breath and nodding. Renamon took a hold of both shoulders of Rika's dress and parted them, letting the cool silk slide down her body. Her tail still caressing cotton, Renamon continued kissing Rika's creamy flesh, sliding her hands down the girl's body to her hips.

Rika turned in Renamon's grasp, wrapping her arms around the vixen's waist. Renamon bent her head, her lips meeting Rika's, her tongue exploring the inside of her lover's mouth. Once again Renamon moved the attentions of her mouth, kissing down the side of Rika's neck to the space between her breasts. Rika obliged by reaching to her back, undoing the catch on her bra.

Renamon edged the bra down, running her cool nose over the slight breast. With the motion of a claw, the pool of silk on the floor was joined by one of cotton. Renamon caressed one breast in her hand, tongue quickly flicking over the nipple of the other one. Softly, Rika began to moan, hands curving up Renamon's broad back. Quickly, Renamon bit down, her sharp teeth nearly puncturing the flesh of Rika's nipple. The girl cried out in pain-tinged pleasure. Renamon then ran her tongue across the bitten nipple as she pushed down Rika's panties.

Renamon knelt in front of Rika's now nude body, running her cool nose across the navel down to the top of the girl's mound. Extending her tongue, Renamon ran its rough surface up Rika's slit. Rika let out a moan as the waves of pleasure reached her brain. Renamon continued to lick, gradually pressing harder and harder. Rika backed up, using her arms to brace herself against a table as her hips began to buck and she began to cry out in ragged gasps. Renamon paused for effect, and Rika drew in a shuddering breath just as the vixen sharply thrust her tongue into the young girl.

Renamon used her claws to gently open Rika, granting her agile tongue greater access. A flick here, a lick there, a swipe in another place, and soon Rika had her eyes closed and back arched, her cries getting louder and more urgent.

"Don't stop!" she managed to say, the pressure building inside her. One final thrust of Renamon's tongue later, and Rika's muscles tightened as she experienced her first orgasm by Renamon. Her entire body was wracked with convulsions, her hips bucking wildly. Renamon rode out the storm, wave after wave of fluid running over her tongue as she continued to lick, trying to keep the sensation going as long as possible. Eventually it was over, and Rika slid, sweaty and breathless, to the floor.

Renamon licked her lips with a grin and slid her body up Rika's, kissing her lover full on the mouth, sharing Rika's taste with its owner. She lay there beside Rika, her body pressed against the girl's.

"Oh… my… God," Rika gasped, chest heaving up and down as she struggled to regain her breath. "That was amazing. You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you'd done that before."

"I have," Renamon admitted. At Rika's shocked expression, she added "Every night in my dreams."

"Well, if that's the rule tonight," Rika smirked, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

Rika rolled over on top of Renamon, straddling the vixen's slender waist. Rika ran her hands up the shock of fur on Renamon's chest, and began to massage what she guessed was a sensitive area.

"Mmmm," Renamon sighed, "A little higher." She inhaled sharply as Rika hit the spot, the girl's hands now caressing the breasts beneath the fur. Rika found the nub of Renamon's nipple and a thumbnail across it, forcing out a soft groan. Parting the fur, Rika uncovered a breast and wrapped her tongue where her nail had been. As Renamon began to moan louder, Rika slid one hand down Renamon's silky stomach. Renamon stiffened as she felt Rika's hand between her legs.

Still sucking on Renamon's breast, Rika began to move her hand, rubbing Renamon's most private area, feeling the digimon's pleasure on her hand. Teasingly, she lightly slid one finger the entire length of Renamon's slit even as she grated her teeth on Renamon's nipple. Using two fingers, Rika spread Renamon open, middle finger curling in to caress the delicate flesh.

Renamon's cries were silenced by Rika's mouth on her own, the girl's slender tongue probing hers. Rika continued her exploration of Renamon's depths, and the sudden gasp from the vixen revealed that she had hit paydirt. Curling a second finger in, Rika continued stroking the flesh as the nail of her first lightly flicked Renamon's clit. The combination of sensations started Renamon's hips trying to buck beneath Rika's weight, and she started to vocalize loudly as her body was shaken by an orgasm.

Rika continued to thrust with her fingers inside Renamon as best she could, the tightly contracted muscles resisting. She tried to prolong the experience like Renamon had done for her, with light success. Rika brought her hand, wet from Renamon's love, up to her face. Renamon, catching her breath, took it into her mouth, gently sucking on the slim fingers, tasting herself on them.

Sliding down to between Renamon's thighs, Rika placed Renamon's legs on her shoulders and pressed her face into the fox's crotch, breathing in the heavy scent. Tentatively, she extended her tongue in a quick lash across the swollen lips, and heard Renamon inhale with a wince. Gently, Rika pushed her tongue up inside Renamon, who cried out sharply, tail quivering and lashing. With one hand, Rika explored Renamon's backside as her tongue continued dancing across the sensitive folds. Her hand lightly brushed the base of Renamon's tail, just below where it connected to her body, and Renamon's sudden loud cry alerted Rika that she had found a very sensorial spot.

Rika rubbed harder, and soon Renamon was loudly moaning. Renamon threw her arms back, bracing against the ground, claws starting to dig into the floor. She flicked her tail out, brushing it across Rika's mound. Soon, the combination of Rika's hand and tongue sent Renamon over the edge, more waves of moisture adding to the wetness in Rika's mouth. Rika moved her own hand down to assist Renamon's tail, and soon her body began to spasm as well, and her cries of passion mixed with Renamon's. Drained, Rika slid to the floor beside her partner, their mouths and tongues meeting again.

"Now," Renamon said, slightly breathless, "aren't you glad you went with your mother?"

"Definitely," Rika breathed, giving Renamon one more passionate kiss.