>>351
Found another one but incomplete: Tags: Ruki/futa!Renamon, masturbation, anal sex
A shaft of wan moonlight pooled across Ruki’s bed, washing out the color of her sheets and the flush in her skin, leaving everything it touched ghostly pale. She sat in the spotlight with her back against the wall - the one her bed was shoved up against with a blanket stuffed between so that it wouldn’t knock when it shifted. Loose hair trailed damp and dripping down her bare shoulders. Her fingertips followed the tracks it left, smearing and rubbing the moisture into her hot skin as she idly explored the topology of her chest. From waist down she was re-clothed in the day’s jeans after showering, but she would soon be rid of them again out of impatience.
Her phone screen flashed when she jabbed it, showing 10:47 PM. Much longer and there wouldn’t be enough time left. Groaning, Ruki dipped her fingers into another rivulet and trailed it down her sternum, the muscles banding her belly shivering ticklishly from cooling liquid and feathery touch. She pressed lower, the backs of her knuckles grazing rough fabric and sliding beneath, still further under thin cotton. Her lips parted to finally exhale a commencing sigh when the light changed, a dark shape filling it.
The silhouette crouching on her window sill flowed like silent water down the shadowed wall and into the room, Renamon’s head poking up at the foot of the bed moments later.
"Sorry to keep you wait-"
"You’re late. I was about to do it by myself."
Renamon’s ears flattened under the snappy rebuke. She knew her partner had to be well-rested for school on weekdays and staying up late to liaise without rousing her mother’s suspicion was already pushing that line.
"So," Ruki continued as her expression softened, "Less apologizing and more undressing." She slid to the end of the bed feet first, a seductive curve pulling on her lips.
Only the agitated flick of Renamon's tail gave away any of the thoughts behind those narrowed eyes, but she summarized them with a curt, "Hmph." Grasping the fabric around Ruki's ankles, her nose honed in on the inner side of one pant leg. As she pulled, she nosed farther up Ruki’s thigh, following the tell-tale scent of arousal until her snout buried in the girl’s mound with Ruki's legs hanging off the bed. She felt a hand brace on her forehead, a soft snort falling around her ears.
"C'mon, it was a joke! I'm not upset so stop teasing!"
In truth, teasing had only been half the purpose. The other half registered as Renamon's sheath slid back and cool night air enveloped her feverish erection. Ruki saw it too, pink and glistening like a succulent rinsed fruit, the ruddy skin tightening as it hit open air. Suddenly there was no thought of teasing from either of them, only a frantic rush to remove the last bit of clothing separating them. Their limbs tangled briefly, human and animal digits catching in the complicated fastenings of belts and zippers before resorting to brute force. A yank almost dragged Ruki off the bed entirely but only got her pants down past her hips. She shimmied them the rest of the way to her knees before flipping over on her stomach and bending tantalizingly over the edge of the bed.
Sleek fur slid along her back and she shivered, several trillion bits of data manifesting in millions of ticklish hairs that danced over her skin. So much information, enough to construct a living being humming with warmth, give it breath to rasp into her ear, a body to strain against her. She rolled her hips back against a satisfying resistance; wet flint slick-slip grinding on steel. With that, she was all blood-roar spark of chemical ignition, yet somehow a ray of clarity cut through. A single thought, 'Technological singularity,' set her giggling and she collapsed inertly.
"Ruki..." Renamon whined as she pulled away, paws still gripping her partner's hips.
Ruki sat up, wiping wet eyes in the crook of her elbow as the intrusive thought faded. "My bad, my bad. We forgot the lube anyway."
Dropping down to the floor, she wormed an arm in between the top and bottom mattresses, sinking all the way in to the shoulder and feeling around with a grunt. As long as she replaced the cap tightly, this was the safest place to hide the narrow bottle in case her mother decided to do a sweep for laundry or get nosy about her increasingly independent daughter's private life. Renamon sat back on her haunches and watched her Tamer's butt away back and forth until she finally extracted her arm with a hum of success, bottle in hand. A quick twist and turn emptied a glob of amber liquid which she rubbed vigorously between her palms.
"Come here, I'll make it up to you."
Renamon prowled closer on hands and knees, embodying elegance effortlessly with every little movement she made. Even the way she sat before Ruki, one leg folded beneath and the other splayed so it cocked her hip out to the side, allowing her spine to curve in a gentle 'S' as she leaned on one arm. The other hand rested on her canted thigh as if modeling for a gravure photo shoot.
"Well?" the Digimon pressed, her expressionless face somehow conveying embarrassment with a demure side tilt and flittering gaze.
Ruki snapped out of her trance as warmth flashed across the bridge of her nose. She groped blindly for Renamon's crotch, finding no cock and stopping to look closer befire realizing it had retreated into its sheath again. Now that just wouldn't do. The lube was already on her hands and Renamon would have a fit if it matter her fur. She needed a creative solution. Balancing was precarious, but she managed to lean against Renamon's chest, practically nuzzling into her mane with her ass jutting away as she worked an elbow between their bodies. The fleshy muscle of her forearm made for soft but firm pressure and the angle allowed her to knead it up and down the furry nub while remaining hands-free.
"Mmm..."
By the time Renamon started bucking into her, there was enough exposed cock to grasp and wring it to full length. Ruki kept the awkward pose though, turning her face into her partner's breast and stroking long and slow with both hands. Her whole body joined in, rising up on her knees, then sinking down to the floor as her grip tightened. She imagined riding Renamon like this, squeezing in time with the squeezing of her own inner walls. She even moaned a genuine moan, the vibration muffled by white fur. A rumble answered back and Ruki glanced up hazily, seeing Renamon's eyes closed and upturned, her body tensing with every protracted stroke. Finally her grip slipped from the lube-precum mixture and her movements faltered to a stop. She steadied herself against Renamon, breathing almost as heavily as the rise and fall beneath her.
"That good enough you think?"
Renamon's mouth hung open slightly as she panted. "Only if you want me to finish inside you instead of on you."
"That's exactly what I want," Ruki said and grinned, eagerly turning back to the bed. "Inside, I mean."