"Now Ruki, don't stay up too late, it might be a weekend but you need plenty of rest at your age."

"Yes mom."

"There's some money in the kitchen for pizza, but use the peephole before answering the door for anyone."

"Yeah, sure, whatever."

"You have homework, right? Don't forget to do it before Monday."

"Uh-huh."

"If anything happens, don't hesitate to call--"

"Rumiko, we need to go or we'll be late," Ruki's grandmother cut in, rescuing Ruki from another hour of last minute lecturing.

"Of course. Have fun sweetie! Lock the door behind us."

Finally.

As soon as the deadbolt slid home, I dashed for the kitchen and tossed a bag of popcorn into the microwave, punching in the time hastily. "Renamon, get the movie ready!" I shouted over the electric hum and preliminary popping as I ran upstairs to change as fast as I could. A movie night just had to be enjoyed in pajamas. I hurried back down dressed in a loose t-shirt and comfy fleece pants, pausing at the bottom of the stairs when I heard what sounded like a cooking program from the living room.

"--pufferfish sashimi. While a delicacy, this meal may just be your last if prepared incorrectly--"

"Don't get distracted Renamon, the movie starts in..." I glanced at the timer and panicked. "Three minutes! Channel 703!"

The only task left was to find a bowl. I rummaged through drawers and cabinets two at a time, bumping them closed with my hip as I moved on so as not to waste a single moment. I really didn't want to miss the beginning of this movie, but mom just kept delaying and, apparently, hid the damn bowl somewhere so I couldn't find it! The popcorn was starting to sound like a machine gun and the chef on TV was still going on about cutting technique.

"Found it!"

At long last, I plucked the bowl from its hiding place -- left sitting in the dishwasher -- just as the microwave timer dinged. The bag was too hot to open right away so I tossed the whole thing into the bowl and sprinted for the living room, where I could still hear the cooking channel. Honestly, Renamon had one job. Despite my urgency, when I found her looking flustered in front of the TV, I stopped to chuckle at the cuteness of badass Renamon driven to helplessness by common technology: each time one of her oversized digits pressed down on the number pad of the TV remote, half the buttons lit up and an error about too many inputs popped up on the screen.

"Rukiiii," she whined.

"Here, trade me." My normal-sized fingers flicked deftly through the channels as she tore open the popcorn bag with a claw and dumped its contents into the bowl. The pre-credits of our movie were just ending as I got it pulled up and we settled in together, Renamon lying the length of the couch with her head in my lap so I could feed her snacks. While I found it endearing, she would never forgive me if I told her how much she reminded me of a lap dog sometimes. Whenever I dropped popcorn into her waiting mouth, her tongue would dart out to lap at my fingertips. She also didn't seem to mind when my free hand wandered down to her belly and idly stroked her fur throughout the movie -- in fact, it brought out a deep, rumbling thrum from her chest that vibrated through my thighs.

The movie I was so anxious for was a foreign horror film about an Arctic military base where an alien creature that can take over the bodies of other living things gets loose. The acting really sold the sense of suspense and paranoia as the monster went around impersonating and killing them. But what really made it a classic was the practical effects - they were truly grotesque, creative, and crazy realistic. Mom would never approve of me watching it, but she still hadn't figured out that parental locks have to be configured to work.

"I bet Kyubimon could take that thing easily," I said as the credits rolled. "Fire is its weakness, right? So one Fox Tail Inferno and it's toast."

"Probably. But locating it seemed like the hard part."

"Yeah, it would be bad if, like, it went after me first and you didn't know I was the thing."

Renamon turned onto her back and gazed up at me, suddenly very intense. "I would be able to tell that it wasn't you."

"O-Oh." Flustered by the utter sincerity in that statement, I fumbled a piece of popcorn on the way to my mouth and we both watched it disappear down the neck of my shirt.

Renamon saw her chance to get back at me for earlier. Before I could move a muscle, her snout darted beneath my shirt in search of the stray morsel. Her nose circled my navel once before her whole head disappeared up inside. There was a soft crunch, and then her tongue followed the trail of salty oil up my sternum, making me squirm.

"Cut it out, you know I'm ticklish there!"

Her tongue wasn't bristled like a cat's, but it was still rough to sensitive skin -- like where she was starting to stray. My face grew hot knowing she could feel my nipple hardening as she rolled it back and forth. I tried to push her head down, but she worked an arm around my waist and pulled me closer. I just had to pick the shirt large enough for her to crawl inside of it with me.

"Mmmm... You found it, so... you can stop looking for it..."

"Hmm?" She pulled her head out and looked sidelong down her own body. "I think you found something yourself."

Confused, I followed Renamon's gaze to where my hand had strayed farther down her belly and felt a twitch from her swollen sheath. How many levels of turnabout were we at now? Her tip slid out easily when I applied some firm massaging with the heel of my palm, leaving it slick with her eagerness.

While heated teasing like this was becoming more frequent and natural between us, we were still testing the waters of a physical relationship between Digimon and Tamer. Intimate touching was exciting, but we always grew too embarrassed to follow through to any kind of completion. Was it finally time? I worried my bottom lip in thought, Renamon's hips starting to move against my hand as the stroking slowed.

After everything we've been through, why shouldn't we? Yeah. We loved each other; no reason to be ashamed about making each other feel good.

"Ruki?" Renamon asked as I slid out from under her. My ears were burning as she watched me hook my fingers into the waistband of my pajama pants. Her eyes widened when I yanked them down, following hastily with my underwear, and stepped out of them.

"I want it too, so. I think now is a good time. You know, to try that."

God, why did this make me so flustered? I thought I was getting over that.

She took a long time to finally say, "Are you sure?"

"What's the worst that could happen?" I said, coming closer to run a hand along one of her long legs.

"I could hurt you."

"Say a body-snatching alien was on the loose, and there was a chance it got me." Clumsily, I clambered over her legs to straddle her lap. "Would you hurt me then?"

"No."

"Then you won't hurt me now," I concluded with a shrug.

I rose up onto my knees, positioning above Renamon. She was fully erect from her sheath, bright red and about as long as my hand. Under the soft reflective glow of her gaze, I gripped the base between two fingers to tilt her up into me. It was weightier than I would have thought at full erection. Unwieldy. As I tried to line us up, the stiff tip grazed my lips unexpectedly, shocking a sharp gasp from me and leaving my legs quaking. Only her steadying grip on my thighs kept me from collapsing on top of her.

"Easy, take your time."

Renamon's voice was tight, undermining the calm she projected. We both ached to be joined, her organ throbbing between my fingers as I dripped desire onto its shaft. I took a deep breath and held it before trying again, switching my grip to keep her more steady as I slowly sank down. Soft met firm and gave way with slick acceptance, the space in me sucking her in like she belonged there, forcing my pent up breath back out. Little by little I settled fully on her lap, blinded by the stars filling my head.

Somehow I was aware of every inch of her inside me, like how you always know where your hands are even when it's too dark to see them. I closed my eyes and focused on that sense, tracing the length of her through my belly. She filled me deeper than I ever knew I could be. I thought it would hurt, but instead I felt a pleasant fullness, like something had always been missing and I only now knew what. And meeting that resistance when my walls clenched was so different from masturbation.

When I opened my eyes, Renamon was giving me a strange look, surprised and awed and even a little perplexed.

"What is it?"

"You're so... wet, and warm...."

"Yeah? Feels good, huh?"

"Like nothing I've ever felt."

She twitched inside me then, a bizarre sensation that made me shudder.

"Oh, keep doing that, please."

"Mmm - doing what?"

"That squeezing. It feels divine."

I chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Well, wait until I start moving."