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Rika and the Digimon humanoid continue their tryst in the other car. This leaves Guilmon with nothing but anxiety over Takato and frustration over his current lack of any release himself. The dragon Digimon's nose twitches and little annoyed grunts escape from his lips.

Renamon sits up, hands between her legs, watching the pining creature. From between his legs, his cunt glistens with want and desire, even as he whimpers in his worry.

"Guilmon," Renamon says. Her voice snaps him out of his worry, and he stares her in the eyes. "Being worried will not help Takato now. We must be strong, and we must be ready to take on whatever threat lies beyond these rails.

Guilmon stands facing Renamon fully. "What about in there?' he asks, lifting a claw past Renamon.

"Rika? She can handle herself. We cannot interfere with her contest against Arukenimon. We can only prepare for what lies ahead of us. Her dark master must be quite seductive and powerful, indeed.

Guilmon nods, his claws reaching down between his legs. "Renamon... need to be ready, but can't stop thinking about Takatomon. Please... help me."

Renamon nods, standing up herself. Her futa-cock springing to action immediately. "To be truthful... Rika's cries of pleasure by another woman's hand has me quite frustrated myself. I suppose you wouldn't mind if I relieve stress onto you."

Guilmon bites his lip, nodding and turning to face away from Renamon. The fox Digimon steps up, grabbing his tail with one hand and reaching for the window with the other. She pulls the blind down. Now, the only evidence that a world beyond their car exists is the roar of the Trailmon engine and the moan of Rika and Arukenimon.

Guilmon grips at the windowsill, gasping from Renamon grabbing his tail. He wiggles his butt, wanting her to give him more. She does just that. Fingers reach down between his legs, pushing his claws out of the way and running along the lips.

Guilmon gasps, his eyes fluttering, rolling back as the pleasure makes his worries disappear, if even for just a little bit

Renamon pets the draconic Digimon, one hand holding his tail over her shoulder and stroking, the other teasing up and down along his slit.

Guilmon pants, his toes curling against the train seat, digging into the cushion and breaking through it. He shakes his head, burying his forehead against the covered glass of the window, letting the vibration of the Trailmon rock through his body.

Renamon continues her own silent attention on Guilmon, honing her ears to hear his breathing, his subtle grunts and groans, over the sounds of Rika and Arukenimon. Her thumb flicks against Guilmon's clitoris, sending shudders through his body, and she continues to play at it, two fingers stroking up and down along his slit.

His cries become more needy, and as they do, her cock swells and pulses with the need to release. There is no need for this, and yet, there is all the need in the world.

She heard tales of Digimon being able to fuse together, like how their partners Biomerged with them. For a moment, she wonders what it might be like if the two of them were to become one, but that moment passes as the need within her loins burns through her.

Renamon pulls her fingers away, letting a bridging trail of girl-cum drip down from between Guilmon's legs and between her fingers, staining the seat once it drizzles down between the two of them. Feeling the time is right, she grabs onto his tail with both of her hands, squeezing it tight and hoisting it up high, making Guilmon stand on the tips of his toes to keep balance.

Once the Digimon is in her range, she pushes forward. The head of her futa-cock spreads the labial lips of the red Digimon. Guilmon closes his eyes once more, feeling filled much like before, but now, focusing much more upon it instead of the emptiness in his heart.

Renamon thrusts forward. With each movement, she sees flashes of Rika with another woman. The jealousy burns in her, but she uses that to forget it. She uses it to make Guilmon feel good. She grunts with each thrust forward, slapping against his hips, gritting her teeth, and letting that warm, slick pussy lube her up for further and further thrusting.

Guilmon, meanwhile, gasps with each thrust. He grips harder on the ledge. His eyes roll back, his tongue rolls out. His walls spread, but they fight against losing their natural tightness. He soon fits her like a glove, like they are meant for one another, but he doesn't let that thought linger too long. Instead, he thinks not of Renamon, but of some other Digimon, dark and foreboding, thrusting into him. With that, he calls "Harder... harder. No... don't hold back!"

Something snaps in Renamon. She squeezes hard upon his tail, her claws hooked against his scales. She shoves her cock deeper than ever into him, just slapping away at his sensitive flesh.

Guilmon screams, but he doesn't let it get the better of him. He'll have to survive harder, he knows this. Instead, he focuses on the feeling, of the droplets of cum rolling down their legs as pre oozes down the two of them, as they are ready for climax. Before long, the seat is soaked and Guilmon clamps around Renamon. Renamon fights to push herself in deeper, soon hilting, kissing against his innermost walls. With that, she gasps, her jaw open wide, her head thrown back, and shooting loads of cum deep inside of the Digimon.

Guilmon roars out, feeling his body filled with Renamon's data. It flows throughout him, a piece of her becoming a part of his body--becoming something new. He collapses against the wall, panting, pawing at the window, his cheek pressed against the blinds.

"T... Takatomon," he huffs. "We're... we're coming... to save you..."