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A huge pair of oak doors swing open and your senses are met with a buzz of sparkling lights and happy voices. You step past the threshold into a packed ballroom and drink in the luxurious scene.

"What a party!" you breath, a wide grin covering your face. "I could get used to this kind of treatment. How about you sweetie, you coming in?"

Behind you, a golden furry face peeks around the corner into the large space. Your Renamon's eyes widen and her ears flatten nervously. "Tamer I... I don't know... that's a lot of humans... must I join you in socializing?"

You sigh and step back to take your Digimon partner's hand. "Don't get stage fright on me now dear. This party is to honor you after all."

"It's to honor both of us," she corrects. "As well as the other tamer and Digimon pairs in the region."

"Yes and it was very nice of the mayor to organize this for everyone," you add. "We've all been fighting very hard to keep the city safe from evil Digimon, and now we finally get some official recognition. Let's just hang out for a bit, smile, and shake some hands. It'll be fun, and I'll be right beside you the whole time."

Renamon bites her lip and finally steps out past the doorway. You'd been with your Digimon for so long, and become so very close with her, you'd forgotten how shy and reserved she could be around strangers. Walking around humans on a busy street or even fighting in plain view of them was easy enough, but attending a formal gathering with them was perhaps a bit too much for her nerves. All the same, Renamon wanted to please you, so she put on a stoic expression, stood up straight, and walked into the ballroom with you hand in hand.

Already there were a small number of other Digimon here along with their human partners. You could also see politicians, community leaders, and other important people mingling, talking, and admiring these strange but friendly monsters who'd helped save the city countless times. The volume of the party was enough that the arrival of two more guests shouldn't have caused much hooplah, but as you and Renamon made your way through the room, heads turned by the dozen, twisting to get a look in your direction.

At first you try to play cool and smile at any who glance your way. But you quickly realize, no matter how crisp you look in your new tuxedo, you aren't the one everyone is gawking at. Truly it was the beautiful golden fox beside you that captured the eyes of all in the room.

At your insistence, Renamon had attended the party wearing a dress instead of going all natural, like she and many Digimon normally did. But what a knockout dress it was! A thin, slinky, purple evening gown hung on her extremely curvy figure and flowed down to the floor. The fabric sparkled like diamonds and drifted gently as she walked. The back of the dress was open and low enough to let her fluffy tail poof over the top, and the front of the dress wasn't much higher! Her large pearly white breasts were barely covered by thin drapes of purple, suspended by a thin cord around her neck and cascading down like a film of lavender water. To complete the look, Renamon wore a glittering diamond necklace around her fluffy neck, and even added some blue eye-shadow to match her eyes.

Renamon was always beautiful to you, just walking around in the nude, but something about adding that low cut dress and other lavish elements did the impossible and accelerated her sexiness! Walking hand in hand with her across this shiny ballroom floor made you feel like some hotshot movie star showing off his super model wife.

After a bit of light mingling you both get approached by the mayor who organized the party. He thanks you both for attending, and thanks you once more for your most recent acts of service to the city. One incident involving a particularly nasty Tyranomon gets highlighted. Renamon accepts the mayor's praise and gratitude with soft humble words; you accept them with less humble words, and manage to crack a few jokes to lighten the mood. Then the Mayor scurries off to shake hands with another important guest, leaving you and Renamon alone.

Your girl gives a forlorn sigh and stares up at the ceiling where electrically lit tinsel hangs from the rafters.

"I never imagined something as simple as talking with humans could be so exhausting," she says quietly.

You chug back some kind of drink offered to you by a wait staff and smile understandingly. "Your social battery running low dear? Do you want to head home soon? I won't force you to stay here longer than you're comfortable."

"Are you having fun my tamer?" Renamon asks.

"Uh... truthfully, yeah, I am," you admit.

"Then I'll stay," she confirms. "You're the entire reason I'm here after all... in more ways than one."

She flashes you a sweet smile and gives your hand a squeeze. You feel a rush of affection for your Digimon and pat the top of her soft paws.

The evening takes a turn for the better when a group of other Digimon tamers and their partners wander over to say hello. All good people that you and Renamon knew and had fought along side before. You keep an exciting conversation going for quite some time with them, and Renamon even manages to relax and shake off some of her shyness. One of the girls compliments Renamon's dress and laments that she didn't think of dressing up her Digimon for the party. Her partner in question (a Terriermon) admits that he's glad she didn't stuff him in some uncomfortable outfit, rousing a new bout of laughter from everyone.

"We're gonna go get drinks," one of the guys says. "Why don't you join us?"

You thank him but admit that you're feeling hungry and want to check out the snack bar. So you and Renamon split ways with the other Digimon tamers.

"Tamer... why did you want me to wear these clothes?" Renamon asks you suddenly as you reach a table covered in food at the back of the room.

"Oh... well I uh... thought it'd be obvious," you begin.

Renamon gives you a confused look. "Forgive me, my mind isn't working at its best tonight... please explain."

You choke down some kind of cracker laden with a fancy dip and take one more quick glance up and down Renamon's sensual and scantily clad figure.

"Well... there's two reasons I suppose. One is that dressing up is expected for humans at these kinds of events, so I wanted you to fit in... and second because you look drop dead gorgeous in that dress!"

Renamon blushes lightly and smiles. "I'm glad you think so Tamer, but um... I don't think your idea worked very well... about me fitting in."

"How so?" you ask plucking some more bite sized goodies off the table.

Renamon glances around the room sheepishly. "Because I'm the only Digimon here wearing human clothes... and yet all the humans keep staring at me much more than the other Digimon."

You finally stop munching long enough to correctly process what your Renamon just said. Once more you marvel at her apparent cluelessness at her own beauty.

"Renamon... my lovely and naive honey fox... I assure you that dress isn't the issue... well, not entirely the issue. Perhaps I should have picked out a more modest one for you, my bad on that... but if you were wearing nothing at all, I guarantee the staring would be even worse."

Renamon looks toward a nearby group of Tamers and frowns in confusion. "But then why aren't the other Digimon wearing clothes?"

"Because none of those other Digimon have huge soft breasts, or an ass that could stop traffic!" you say half through laughter. "Out of all the other Digimon here tonight, you're the most human-shaped. People aren't staring at you because you're strange or unsettling... it's the opposite; they probably think you're very attractive. Everyone is gobsmacked by your beauty! If you think about it, you actually fit in too well!"

Renamon's eyes widen with understanding at last. Rather than feel embarrassed by this newly revealed truth, she looks a bit relieved that the source of the staring isn't anything worse. "Of course Tamer... that must be it. Thank you for clarifying. I um... I never considered that any human besides you might find my shape... alluring. Such a thing is... not common among humans, correct?"

"No idea actually," you say scrutinizing the various faces in the room. "I might be overthinking this whole thing... or we might be making some people into new furries here tonight."

Right on cue you happen to lock eyes with another guy across the room. He glances at Renamon next to you, blushes slightly, then gives you a smirk and a quick thumbs up. You return the smile shakily.

Renamon's tails swishes across the smooth floor happily. "I'm just glad I'm not causing you any trouble. I was nervous at first, but this really isn't so bad... in fact if my presence is pleasing to other humans then perhaps I can help make you more popular among your own people."

You cease your people watching, turn to smile at your girl and reach up to rub her shoulder. "The only person I want to be popular with is you sweetie."

Renamon hums and pulls you in close to nuzzle the top of your head.

Then a light sound catches your Digimon's attention and one of her pointed ears swivel around to find it. She cranes her neck to gaze over the crowds of people and narrows her eyes at locating the source.

"Tamer... there's a group of human females over there... I think they're staring at us too."

You twist around and quickly spot three young women, all very pretty and dressed in somewhat skimpy dresses. They were indeed looking your way, but spun around quickly once you noticed them. They immediately began chattering in hushed voices, now only stealing quick half-second glances back.

"They can't be... admiring my body... can they?" asked Renamon innocently.

"Eeeeeeh, I doubt it," you assure her, while not entirely sure of that fact yourself. "Maybe they're jealous of your outfit... or maybe... they're checking me out."

You put on a sly smirk upon adding that last part, but Renamon stomps her foot down annoyed. "Certainly not Tamer!"

"Whaaaa!" you lament feeling a bit hurt. "What do you mean, certainly not? Why not?"

Renamon's paws fly up to her mouth in alarm. "Oh no! I didn't mean it like that! Of course I think you're attractive enough for the attention... I just meant... I don't... um... like the idea of sharing you with other girls."

You give a relieved chuckle. "Ok, I understand now. Um... thanks I think. Saaaay... want to have some fun?"

Renamon raises her eyebrows curiously. "What manner of fun?"

You take a step closer to her, leaning somewhat against her soft body. "All these people staring at us both, we should make a statement. Do something that proves that we're a couple and already claimed. Might be amusing to see their reactions."

Renamon's eyes widen and her face reddens. "You mean... like a display of affection? Here?"

"Yup! Lean down here sweetie, let me kiss you."

Renamon hesitates at first. "Wouldn't... that be too scandalous Tamer? You kissing your Digimon in front of all these people?"

"That's the point," you reply with a twinkle in your eye. "Let them see I've already got a girl, and you've got me."

That statement seems to win her over. With soft eyes, Renamon bends down a bit to nuzzle her face close to yours. You guide her head with one hand, and press your lips against hers. It wasn't a quick flimsy kiss, but a long, sensual, passionate kiss. For added flare, you even reach up with your other hand, and fondle one of her large breasts for a moment. Renamon gives a cute muffled moan before you pull away with a sloppy popping sound! You glance over to that same group of girls, now wearing a smug grin. To your satisfaction, they look horrified! The girls quickly spin around and scurry away, chattering loudly to each other. You can't hear everything they say, but one loudly muttered "So disgusting!" catches your ears.

You chuckle at them, then return your attention to Renamon. The golden fox is still standing where you kissed her, her face red with blush and her eyes distant. Suddenly she leans over, pressing her soft fur against you. You quickly put an arm around her waist and support her, at the same time feeling her fluffy tail curl around your leg.

"Tamer... I think I... need a reprieve."

"You feeling ok girl," you ask. "Should we go home now? had enough of this party?"

"No no, we don't need to leave," she insists. "I just... want a short break... let's go somewhere alone... just the two of us."

Feeling yourself become a bit hot you nod in agreement. The huge ballroom has plenty of space, but no manner of privacy; every corner was much too open and filled with people. Then you spot a set of stairs going up into a balcony area and doorways beyond leading to other rooms in the old building.

"Perfect, we'll explore up there sweetie."

You both make your way to the staircase and you bound up the steps first, two at a time. Looking back you watch Renamon ascend after you, and allow yourself to become lost in the dream like view. How could such a lovely creature continue to look even better? At this higher angle her already extreme cleavage is even more vast, with her large boobs jiggling slightly at each step. Her tail sways from side to side as she climbs the stairs, and her legs slip out from the side of her dress, showing off her strong plush hips! Even her fur seems to sparkle like gold in the warm light. She gazes up and smiles at you.

"What's with that face tamer? You want to stare at me too?"

"Every single day," you answer romantically. You take her paw and help her up the last step onto the landing. Then you both vanish down a hallway and begin exploring.

The party was being held in an old historic mansion at the edge of town. Somewhere you'd never be allowed in if you weren't invited, so naturally you wanted to poke around and see what mysteries it held. Renamon follows after your brisk pace, admiring the beautiful halls and becoming more at ease with each step. Soon however, you both reach an area that's roped off.

"I don't suppose we can explore this way," Renamon says sadly.

"The hell we can't," you reply with a mischievous grin. You leap over the rope as gracefully as one can in dress pants.

Renamon's eyes grow wide. "I wouldn't want you to get in trouble Tamer."

"For what, exploring an old house?" you say. "Come on sweetie, we saved this city countless times from evil Digimon, nobody will care."

"Well... if you're sure." Renamon steps over the rope and follows you into the hall.

Down this way the decor changes noticeably. Large paintings hang from the walls, beautiful bits of pottery stand next to and on top of tables, and other strange and old looking artifacts. This portion of the house felt more like a museum than a ballroom.

"I think I see why this part was roped off," you say. "They probably don't want anyone stealing or breaking anything."

"Perhaps so," agreed Renamon gazing into a ornate mirror. She takes a moment to fluff up her cheek fur and straighten her ears. Unable to resist, you sneak up behind her, reach up, and stealthily scratch a spot under her chin. She gives a gentle hum of pleasure and throws her hips back, pushing her butt into your crotch.

"Tamer... we're nice and alone up here... in a part of the house where no one else is allowed."

"We sure are," you confirm beginning to caress her backside with a free hand. "And you've been a good girl coming to this hectic party with me. Is there anything I can do to... help you relax sweetie? Anything at all that you want from me?"

Renamon looks back over her shoulder. "Hmmm, I can think of a few things... if you're in the mood to spoil me."

Suddenly the sound of footsteps shatters the steamy mood like glass. You and Renamon fly apart from each other and freeze like deer in the middle of the road. Around the corner at the end of the hall, a man appears dressed in a security uniform. He spots you and Renamon immediately, as if anyone could miss a six foot tall yellow fox with a super model figure and enough cleavage to hide Atlantis.

"HEY! What are you two doing! This is a restricted area!"

A thousand sensible ideas of what you should say all get lost in the panic, leaving only one of the worst ideas legible to your mouth.

"RUN!" you shout.

You and Renamon turn and bolt down the hall, and the confused security guard gives chase.

"WAIT! STOP!"

Fortunately years of running for your life from Tyrannomon, Snimon, and worse has honed your legs into power engines of getting-the-hell-out-of-dodge! Renamon of course could easily outrun a human, but she didn't want to leave your side, or damage her flimsy dress, so she kept pace with you. After an exhilarating couple of minutes, you realize you've put quite a bit of distance between yourselves and the frantic security guard, so you stop for a split second breather.

"Ok... that was fun... but now I think I'm done looking for excitement," you gasp. "We need a place to hide!"

Renamon surveys the surroundings and swiftly identifies a possible location. "In here Tamer!"

Quick as a flash, Renamon pushes you toward a nearby broom closet, yanks open the door (which was thankfully unlocked) and piles in behind you.

The door shuts with a click just as heavy footsteps start to sound outside. The security guard comes storming past your hiding space, swearing to himself about goofy kids and their weird pet monsters.

Seconds tick by in silence and you finally breath a sigh of relief. "Ha! I can't believe that worked, he didn't find us."

When you turn to face your Digimon, you realize that your field of vision is 90% filled with boobs! Like any typical broom closet, this one was small and cramped, with nary enough room for two full sized people, let alone a person plus a tall Digimon. Renamon squishes against her side of the closet as best she can, but the rustle of broom handles and buckets and other things sound behind her as she struggles to find somewhere to stand. All the while her huge tiddies jiggle around inches from your face.

"Admittedly not one of my better ideas," she says with an uncomfortable grunt.

"I dunno... I think it's a great spot," you say partially hypnotized. "We uh... better stay here a bit longer... to make sure its safe."

"Hmm... ok Tamer, just let me reposition... oof!"

Renamon slips on a mop and falls forward, right into you. Two soft mountains slam right into your face as you're pushed back against the wall. Renamon yelps and issues frantic apologies as she tries to stabilize herself, but all that does is rub her chest against you even more. Finally your pent up desires can't take anymore stimulation, and you push Renamon back against the other-side of the closet.

Your Digimon girl gives a yip as you pin her against the wall and start groping her all over. With one hand you grab a handful of tits and with the other you massage her butt, all while your head is buried into her fluffy chest.

"Aaah, Tamer! Wha... all of the sudden!"

"You wanted me to spoil you... to help you relax," you say softly. "Cliche as it is, we're not gonna find a more private place than this closet, so how about it sweetie... let's enjoy each other fully."

You stretch up on tip toes and kiss her muzzle. With her mouth covered by yours, Renamon doesn't get a chance to give you her answer... but she doesn't need to. Her entire body relaxes as she leans back against the wall. Her knees buckle slightly, bringing her height down to match yours. She lets you support her weight through your groping and fondling. And she leans into your kisses, hungrily sucking at your face as fiercely as you do hers.

With no turning back, you reach around to the back of her neck and undo the tie holding her dress up. Like a silk sheet the entire outfit slides down her smooth body and into a purple pile at her ankles. Now you can feel every inch of her naked form properly; stroking her breasts, her back, her hips, her legs, her ass, everything! Renamon gasps for breath in-between rare pauses in kissing, her body gives little trembles of passion, her tail wraps around your waist like a hungry snake, and even her heart beat thumps against your chest as you hold each other as close as possible.

In the long time you'd been together, you and Renamon had never had a simple make-out session as intense as this one. It wasn't as good as sex... but it was surprisingly close.

"What a lovely lady I've found at this ball," you whisper into her ear, conjuring up a playful scenario in your lust-crazed mind. "To think I could get her alone in this closet, and strip her down... what a great scandal if someone saw us... what ever would our families say?"

"They'd say... ah... they'd say I was one lucky fox!" she cried out as her claws scratched at the wall. "What hope did this classy lady have of resisting the advances of her dashingly handsome prince!"

"A prince eh? I like the way you fantasize sweetie."

Renamon smiles at your playfulness. "Of course my Tamer... I am but a... simple lady of the court... awaiting uh... oh its no use. I can't wait any longer! Please go on and breed me... I won't be able to think straight until you do!"

"Are you sure sweetie?" you ask trying to be the more sensible one for once. "We could head home and finish properly in our bedroom. You deserve better than a quickie while hiding in a closet."

"I wouldn't care if we were in a garbage can," she moans in a low voice. "I'll take the quickie now... and the bedroom again later!"

With an eager smile and one last kiss on the nose, you undo your belt and drop your pants. Renamon slides down the wall a bit more, spreads her legs, and braces her shins against the opposite wall. Now she was comfortable, well supported, and completely inviting. Even in the dim light of the dark closet you could see her sapphire eyes shining.

You'd done it with her so many times before; there wasn't anything new or novel here. Much of early thrill of fucking your Digimon, a creature very different and yet very similar to yourself, had worn away by now. But instead, something else, something much better, had replaced it. Familiarity, safety, honesty, an intimate connection with someone who genuinely loved you. These were the fruits of a mature and healthy romance, the new higher pleasures that you and Renamon enjoyed. You felt so at home inside her and against her, and you knew she felt the same. The slight body language, the gleam in her eyes, and her soft little moans, spoke more words to you than the largest book. That's how well you knew her, and how secure was your love.

After a while of going at it, the fear of getting caught began to wear away. Either you didn't care, or by now you figured you weren't going to, so you kept the session going. Your bodies grinding against each other, within each other. You using all your strength to keep your composure, and all your skill not to lose control. By now Renamon had a silly grin on her rosy face as she could relax and let you do most of the moving.

"Tamer... ah ah... I thought... I thought this was going to be a quickie?"

You stop moving long enough to lean against her, resting on her large chest. "I thought so too... but um... I'm having too much fun... don't want it to end."

"I know Tamer, I love it too... but you should finish so we can get back to the party... or at least head home."

"I'll be done soon," you insist. "Just a... bit more."

"Pleeease Tamer," she whines. "I need your seed. Won't you hurry and breed meeee!"

You grunt as her cute pillow talk takes out a chunk of your stamina. But before you can decide how to resist her, she grabs your waist with both hands and presses you firmly against her opening! You slide deeper into her than you could reach on your own, and even feel her insides contracting and squeezing you. With a yelp of defeat you fly past your limit and pump your eager Digimon full of what she wants. Renamon closes her eyes in euphoria but keeps holding tightly on to you, not wasting a single drop.

The next moment sees you leaning back against your side of the closet wall, half way sitting on a bucket, gasping for breath. Renamon straddles you and sits down in your lap, her breasts smoosh once more against your face.

"Thank you Tamer... you spoiled me good just now. I feel so energized... though I'm sorry you had wear yourself out."

Through a mouthful of tiddie you manage to say "Don't worry sweetie... twas a worthy sacrifice any guy would make."

Renamon laughs. "Now you can relax, let your Digimon girl take care of you. Whatever you want later, you can have."

You reach up to fondle her breasts and gaze up into her blue eyes. "Anything I want sweetie?"

"Of course," she affirms.

"Even a nap?"

"Even a... what?"

You burst out laughing at her reaction, and soon she joins you in the humor.

A sudden sound outside the door scares you both back into silence. With a jolt, you realize that your pants and Renamon's dress are still on the floor. You both put your respective clothes back on in record time considering the cramped space. Then, once the coast felt clear, you open the door and exit the closet.

Renamon holds out her paw for you to take and you gently lock your fingers with hers.

"Shall we go then dear," she asks in a jokingly haughty tone.

"Indeed we shall!" you reply in similar fashion.

Then you both head back to the ballroom to rejoin the party.

Happy IRAM everyone! Here's this year's Renamon!
One of my newly discovered weaknesses is voluptuous babes in skimpy ball gowns! So of course, Renamon had to be among the first to sample this trope. She's all dressed up and ready to attend her Tamer at a formal party... and probably turn a lot of heads along the way.

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