A Close-Knit Community

Story by Jeeves on SoFurry

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All his life Tarik has known that the local renamon community are all very close to one another, but only after his twentieth birthday does he finally learn the delightfully lewd reason why!


This story was written for Gamerfox as their Patreon flash fiction for April 2018. It contains sexual acts between multiple consenting adults, digimon related lewdness, and incest.

A Close-Knit Community

All my life I'd known that the Renamon community was close. We grew up surrounded by digimon of all types, but there was always time made each month for Renamon specific events. Me and the other Renamon kids would be tossed out of the house to play together, we'd have water gun fights and do scavenger hunts in the summer, and in the winter we'd be allowed to stay in and play video games under the watchful eye of one of our parents, while all the others went off to do whatever grown up Renamon did together.

It was only when I reached my twentieth birthday that I got let in on the secret. The truth of the Renamon community, and the reason why so many of us enjoyed remaining a close-knit part of that community.

And now, barely a month after that same birthday, here I am. At my first community event as an adult.

"Tarik! Oh my gosh, it's so wonderful to see you here. This is your first time, right?"

One of my neighbours from when I was a kid, Mrs Henderson. Emma Henderson. She rushes over to greet me. She's younger than my mom and dad, but still more than twice my age. I couldn't care less though, and even though I've had it explained to me backwards and forwards what goes on at these events, I can't hide my shock as I watch this woman dash up to me stark naked, large breasts jiggling, and throw her arms around me as she pulls me into a deep and passionate kiss. I return it. I sink into it. It's not my first. I'm twenty, and while I'm not gonna brag I'm not gonna deny that I'm cute either. I've had a couple of years at least to learn the ropes on my own, which is probably a good thing given how it seems like today is going to end up.

Our lips part after maybe twenty seconds, and she giggles. Emma... god, I know it's easy to say this when you're staring at someone's naked body, but, growing up I never realised how gorgeous she was. She was always fun and friendly, but back then I was a kid, so she was just mom and dad's friend. Our neighbour who got me a small gift every holiday, and who mom and dad went over to hang out with one or two nights a week. I pause for a moment. My eyes widen. Oh. Ohhh. Okay, well, now I guess that makes a whole bunch more sense. They always said they played cards, but when I played cards with them they never knew any of the rules to even the simplest games.

She leads me upstairs. To a room where the furniture has been pushed aside and a whole bunch of temporary shelves have been set up. All over them in neat piles are sets of clothing, all bagged up and with a label on them. A name. I see a bunch of names I know. Family friends. Distant relatives. Even some of my friends, those who I grew up with that were a year or two older than me. I can't believe they kept this a secret from me, though considering how seriously I plan on keeping it from my friends who are eighteen or nineteen, I totally get it now. Still, I don't know how I feel about seeing them like this. It makes my heart race, and Emma seems to notice.

She strokes my hair. My ears. She leans in and kisses me on the cheek.

"Take off your clothes, put them in a bag and write your name on it. You know there's no pressure here. No expectation, especially for a first timer. A polite no thank you is all anyone ever needs. But... Tarik, I do hope that you'll enjoy yourself. I... i-if you'd like, later on when you've settled in a little? I'd like it if we could spend some time together."

She starts to pull away. I start to let her, but then... then I call out.

"Mrs Hen... uh, Emma?"

She's still only a few feet away. She stops, turns, smiling in a manner that is both warm and unimposing, yet undeniably hopeful. I start to unbutton my shirt. I take a deep breath.

"I... I know what I'm getting into. I read all the information. I listened to every word my parents had to tell me. I know there's no pressure, but... I'm here to join in. To be a part of the community. So, w-what I guess I'm trying to say is... if you'd like, of course... maybe we don't have to wait until later."

The older Renamon giggles, her breasts jiggling, her beautiful rounded body trembling in joyous excitement as she does so. She nods, beams, and waits. She waits as I take off my clothes, watching me strip down to my underwear. I'm hard already. She moans as she sees the outline pressed against my boxer briefs, and as I playfully thrust towards her... oh god, she reaches down and touches herself. Masturbates, stroking her clit openly, unabashedly in front of me.

Soon I'm naked. Soon my clothes are bagged and labelled. Soon, I'm with her. We stumble out into the hallway, she drags me to another bedroom. The door opens, within I see five or six Renamon crowded onto a creaking bed, and several others sprawled together on the floor surrounding it. We leave the door open, wild moans and gasps of pleasure ringing out after us as we seek another room. The next is occupied too, but only by a single couple cuddling in the wake of their latest bout of fun. They're panting, grinning at one another, and at us when we enter. The two men wearily pull themselves to their feet, and slip away hand in hand to leave us the space. As they pass, I see one of them lean over and peck Emma on the cheek. Only then do I realise who I'm seeing, so unfamiliar without his usual shirt, tie and slacks I didn't recognise him. Emma's husband, walking away with a slightly bow-legged gait, and glistening whitish stains coating the fur upon his tight ass.

All of this is so strange, yet it comes so naturally. It doesn't feel like a one night stand, like a brief and casual flirtation as I lie Emma down and loom over her. While we met here only a handful of minutes ago, while we've never fooled around before this or even considered doing so, it feels like it's been a long time coming. We kiss. I begin to work my muzzle down her body, but as I pull away from her breasts and begin to sink lower, she whimpers and shakes her head.

"Don't make me wait for it. I'm ready. I... I'm more than ready for you, Tarik. I promise."

She wraps herself around me. Arms. Legs. Tail. She clings to me and pulls me down against her. Into her. I gasp. I twitch. She whimpers and kisses me again and again. I'm in her. We both know it, both feel it. God, it's incredible. She beams up at me, and as I groan lustfully back, she nods and rocks her hips against mine, walls clamping down around me. We begin. We start to move together, to pleasure one another purposefully, actively, longingly. I'm not a virgin. I've been with a handful of people from various genders, a couple of Renamon and a few who weren't. I hope it doesn't sound insulting to them when I say that I never felt anything with them like I did with this. With her. We were so in tune. So in sync. I could anticipate her needs without a word of instruction, and the way she moved, the way she touched me, it didn't feel like the touch of a woman who knew how to handle men. It felt like the touch of a woman who knew me, and knew what my body needed better than my own mind.

We were together for several hours at the start of that evening, and by the time we found ourselves content to part ways, not spent but satisfied and ready for new experiences, we were no longer alone in the bedroom. The event was much busier now, much more of the local community having arrived since I did, eager to be on time for my first ever community get together. On the bed beside us, two women lay end to end, gurgling and occasionally wailing through a muzzleful of gushing juices. Against one wall, maybe overly eager and desperate while waiting for space on the bed or maybe just eager to be with one another regardless of location, another pair writhed and wrestled amidst fevered kisses while their cocks twitched and rubbed together between them. And in the doorway, standing alone and slowly stroking his rock hard cock... Emma's husband, done with whatever he had been doing, now smiling as he watched me and his wife conclude our intimacies.

I tagged out, and he tagged in. I kissed him deeply, sharing the taste of his wife's pussy and her own saliva with him while I tasted someone else's juices, rich and salty upon his own muzzle. We grinned, hugged, and then I was the voyeur watching as he scooped his wife off the bed, she wrapped her legs around him, and began to ride his hard cock even as he carried her out of the room, hands supporting her by the buttocks as they moaned and whispered to one another with stories of what they'd felt and who they'd fucked so far.

For a few minutes, I wandered alone. I stroked myself as I watched the house and its occupants, what had to be close to a hundred Renamon all lost in the throes of passion together, going about their business without the slightest shame. I felt my heart race and swell with pride at being a part of this community. I thought of all my friends and relatives and all the joy they must have gotten over the years from these experiences.

And then...

"Tarik!"

I hear a cry. A familiar voice calling out to me. I turn, and I see my best friend running up to me with his own cock hard and flapping from side to side against his thighs. Benjamin hugs me. He kisses me. He grabs my cock, and... I grab his too, purely on instinct, but sincerely eager to do so. We've never done this. Never shared this. But right now, it feels every bit as right as it did with Emma. It feels natural. Perfect.

"Fuck me..."

I whisper to him as a string of saliva glistens between our muzzles as they part. He blushes, and nuzzles tenderly against me.

"Soon. B-but... first? Come and see this. I... it's something I saw my first time, and... I think you'll get as much out of seeing it as I did."

He leads me downstairs. He leads me out of the back door and into the rear garden of the suburban home, a large lawn decked out with electric lights and with a large pool off to one side. All across the grass, bodies. Bodies lying, sitting, all writhing and all alive with the sounds of passionate sex. He leads me between them in a winding path, towards the pool itself. My head spins with the number of people I'm seeing, so many of them folks I've known for the majority of my life. Teachers. Doctors. Oh... oh my god, is that the cute lady who always gives me extra dip at McDonalds?

When we arrive at the pool though, at the near-side edge, Benjamin points me towards a particular couple making love in the shallows. A woman whose tall body is still lean and strong despite her middle age, and a man who is shorter and softer in his shape. She's leaning over the edge of the pool, arms crossed, head resting upon them with a bliss-stricken expression etched across her features, while he stands behind her, hands on hips, pounding away and making the water around them ripple and splash. They're somewhat distant from the nearest light, so we get a little closer. And closer, and...

The woman looks up.

Our eyes meet.

My heart skips a beat.

"M-mom..."

I gasp breathlessly as I realise what I'm looking at. My mother and father, fucking in the pool at this orgy which I knew they were attending even though I told myself I wasn't going to think about it. An orgy I knew they were attending because it was they who had told me all about it, and encouraged me to go.

I see my mother being fucked. I see her smile at me. I see her open her mouth to speak, to acknowledge my presence... then her eyes roll back. Her body stiffens, and she reaches out a trembling hand towards me.

Instinctively, I go to her. To my mother. I grasp her hand, falling to my knees at the edge of the pool, and I hold it. I squeeze it tight as she screams in ecstasy. As she wails my father's name, and... and then mine in rapid succession, and cums hard.

My father never stops fucking her, but looks over her shoulder at me with a sly wink. At first I don't know what he means by that, if it's just a hello in this erotically charged scenario, or something more. But then... then I look around and I realise Benjamin is gone. I see him slipping into the water a short distance away, and swimming over to join his own father and older brother, the two of them already locked in a passionate kiss of their own. I look back at my mother, satisfied yet still wild eyed, and I realise why Benjamin brought me here. Not just to see this, not just to confront and acknowledge this, but to be a part of it.

I look over at him one more time, just in time to see his older brother hoisting himself up onto the pool's edge, presenting his rock hard cock to Benjamin while their father circles around behind my dear friend.

I look back again, and my mother licks her lips as my father continues to fuck her.

"P-please..."

She whispers to me, so needy, so frantic with desire I can barely recognise her voice.

"Please, Tarik..."

I know what she wants. I close my eyes for a moment, asking myself a question that will dictate at least a portion of my entire life from this instant onward no matter which choice I make.

I open them again.

I change position, dropping from my knees onto my rear, stretching my legs out before me.

I look around as I shuffle forward, at dozens of Renamon from our community all sharing in the same pleasures, the same passions and intimacies without shame or discomfort. Becoming closer. Becoming better friends, better lovers, better family because of what they share here.

I settle at the edge of the pool and feel my mother's breath upon my cock. I look down, and see her looking up at me, her expression ragged with pleasure as my father pushes her towards orgasm yet again.

With one hand I reach out and stroke her face. Her beautiful face, beaming back at her as she nuzzles tenderly against my touch. And with the other hand, I grasp the base of my rock hard cock, and tilt it down, towards her pursed and waiting lips.

By Jeeves

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