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The air was thick with musk. Squishing, squelching, slick sounds filled the living room of Rika's house. Her heart felt like it had stopped. Before her, Renamon was slowly lifting up her beautiful lace wedding dress with intentional and dramatic pauses. Rika had nowhere to go, nowhere else to look except those soft yellow-furred thighs that were both slowly coming more and more into view. The warmth alone radiating out from underneath that dress could have suffocated her and yet still she wasn't moving. The little tamer could only barely squirm in discomfort, rocking side to side on her knees as she contemplated trying to get up and run away. She could feel the eyes of her fellow tamers, and her friends, throwing daggers in her direction. Rika was certain the other Digimon had purposely pushed and pointed the attention of the other tamers back towards the wedding couple by this point. They could all see. Could all watch as Renamon debased her little tamer. The one that started it all. The pair that would usher in the new age of Digimon domination. This was the start of the digital age. With one simple ring, humanity's future would be secured. Rika simply had to push the ring in her mouth all the way down to the base, behind Renamon's knot. Intentionally choking herself half to death on Digimon cock in the process.

Tears flowed freely from her little eyes. The other Digimon in the room barely cared, it was the other tamer's sounds that would forever ingrain themselves in her memory. She could see Renamon was enjoying every single second, pulling up that dress. Not to mention the way an occasional gasp or scream bellowed into the room. Helpless little humans, being used as playthings, toys, cock-sleeves by their new owners. The balance of power here and forever more, would trade. Humans would become the tamed creatures, and Digimon, the tamers.

So when that dress inevitably lifted high enough for Rika's eyes to see those fuzzy, heavy balls, the waterworks really turned on. This was hopeless for her. Rika's life would be ruined, dashed by this creature's insane desire to breed and rut. From her perspective, this was no evolution. This was a return to barbarism. What sort of creatures would let themselves succumb to such base desires? To only adhere themselves to sexual pursuits. Where was the willpower? Why couldn't she bring herself to move away from this. Fuck! The babies inside her belly were kicking so hard! This couldn't be real. This could not be real! She was going to give birth. The way they were kicking, the way her body was heating up, it would be too soon.

Rika's eyes caught on with attention again, as Renamon's paws pulled up further on that wedding dress of hers, dragging it heavily and slowly over her musky, fuzzy sheath. Instantly, Rika recoiled in disgust. It was guttural, visceral, instinctive. She couldn't stop herself from feeling disgusted by this bestial thing in front of her. If anything, that just turned Renamon on further. The vixen had a tough time keeping her member sheathed fully, with all the excitement and musk and pheromones in the room. Fuck, she was going to rape that cute little throat for hours right here. She'd have her little tamer for life the moment that ring slipped down to the base.

There was no rescue. There was no amount of yelling that would help. As was evidenced by many of the tamers doing exactly that. The windows were closed. The house was far away enough from any neighbors or streets that no chance of passerby would happen upon them. By the time anyone would come to check up on the humans now under their protection, it would be too late. The world order would change. Digimon were already starting to change in the digital world too. The evolution would spread like wildfire, bringing this fantastic upgrade to all digital creatures. Showing them the true purpose for the human species. The true purpose for all their tamers. Renamon finally tugged the hem of her dress up far enough, holding it there, like she was beckoning Rika to crawl forward under her lifted up dress. In her other paw, a microphone that squealed temporarily with feedback through the speakers, before Renamon spoke into it. That clear and seductive voice now fully betraying her intent.

"Friends, we have come together to bear witness to the merging of two paths into one. To the union of tamer and Digimon, and to share in the joy and memory of this union. Rika, this is our day. What we all now witness is the appreciation and trust that Digimon show in everyone here, to allow a look into our hearts. To show the manifestation of our love..."

At that, Renamon slowly bunched up the hem of the dress in one of her paws, and flicked it to the side to keep her sheath and heavy sack fully revealed to Rika. Before slowly putting the same heavy, warm paw on the back of Rika's little head. The little tamer's cute crying eyes were only met with a loving gaze as Renamon pushed her warm sheath against Rika's face. Dripping thick sheath cream all down her cheek and neck.

"...This commitment will be hard, but with unshakable resolve and our eyes fixed not only on the present but the future, we will prevail. Together we will put so many lovely children into this world and right the wrongs that have pervaded human existence. I, Renamon, take you, Rika. To be my living cock sleeve. To rape and to impregnate, for breeding or for drowning. Until death do us part. Do you understand your place?"

Rika instantly shook her head at the question. It was a double edged sword of course. Her eyes were wide open. That thick musky sheath against her little face was moments away from securing its place in her throat for the next few hours. She made some sad mewling sounds of despair instead, the ring still keeping her mouth propped open so she couldn't speak properly.

Renamon growled in delight.

"Of course you don't. I am here for you, though, little tamer. You'll give birth over and over again, for the rest of your life, and so will your friends. That's what your little wombs are for. It's what you were born for..."

The vixen stopped for a moment, smearing her dripping sheath tip against Rika's nose before hovering it in front of her open mouth. Then continued on her playful little speech.

"..So by the power vested in me, by the Digimon gods, I now pronounce you..."

Rika shook in Renamon's grasp. Her little hands shot up to Renamon's thighs. Both for balance and to stop her Digimon from getting any ideas right now. No, she couldn't possibly do this. Wake up! Wake the fuck up! This had to be a nightmare! All the other tamers were looking at her. Watching her. She was mere seconds away from being married to...

"...Girl-cock and Cock-sheath! You may knot the bride's throat."

The last part was said more as a formality, as Renamon was already beginning to unsheathe a little. However, rather than dropping the microphone, Renamon pushed it down, and pressed it right against Rika's throat. The little tamer panicked and tried to push back, but that menacing and warm paw on the back of her head insisted otherwise. Now that her voice wasn't amplified, Renamon whispered in a hushed tone to her tamer.

"Ssshhh, it's okay little tamer. Give in. Just let it happen. Let all your friends see you choke and gulp. Later they can watch you give birth too~"

Renamon had secretly been tracking the rate and size of Rika's pregnancy. Had charted it, calculated it. She knew ahead of time this was when her little tamer would give birth. Had scheduled and planned the wedding for the exact day. Perhaps even the exact hours that the little human body would push forward into the next stage of its natural existence. Giving birth to offspring. Babies. With how heavy the little tamer was, how difficult it had been for her to get out of bed by herself, Renamon knew already. There must easily be more than four or five babies inside her. She wouldn't be surprised if her little tamer would be stuck for hours, giving birth one by one. Gods, to raise those young. To teach them, as they grew. What all the essentials were to learn before they pushed out and subjugated their own human toys.

Little Rika heard the hushed gasps amid some beckoning, questioning screams from underneath some of the Digimon in the room. It was evident the other tamers were seeing this. Watching her get defiled. She had to fight this. She had to fight and resist this. Yet there she was, between her Digimon's warm thighs. Her little face was nearly but imperfectly hidden under that wedding dress. She was still plainly visible to everyone despite how her eyes were shielded by one of Renamon's paws.

That warm sheath is the only thing she had left to focus on. That cold, gold ring in her little mouth would not be cold for long. The dripping warmth, the heat, the musk. Oh gods, the smell. If she could have gagged, she would have. Her knees already hurt, feeling the weight of the babies kicking in her made it all the worse to be here. Exposed like this. Vulnerable like this. Renamon held her fast. Rika's little mouth was just there, at the tip of that unsheathing girl cock, dripping with pre and excitement. It wasn't something either of them could have stopped even if they had wanted to. This was automatic by now. This was by design. What both of them were meant for. Born for. The ring keeping her little mouth open seemed to almost magnetically attract itself to the gold counterpart that adorned Renamon's sheath.

That first thick rope of pre-cum launched itself from Renamon's flexing cock-tip right onto Rika's little tongue. The girl squirmed in protest against her assailant. Against her husband. She couldn't avoid it, her little throat immediately and reflexively stepped into action as that thick, musky pre-cum pumped out over the entrance to it. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Instantaneous swallowing, a practiced skill that she'd been taught slowly and patiently by Renamon. To put to perfect use here, at her wedding. To show off to her fellow tamers what awaited them. Her life, here, between her Renamon's thighs. Throat locked and squeezing, milking around her husband. She was married! Married to her Digimon. This was glorious and a privilege for her, truly. She couldn't have asked for a better mate. Nobody would tenderly care for her like Renamon would. Nobody would lovingly and passionately rape and impregnate her, like Renamon could. Just lock that ring in her mouth together with the muzzle-mount on her sheath, and she could sign her life away.

No. Please. This couldn't be the truth. Fuck! Another kick inside her belly, and another! These babies wanted out of her. She prayed to all the gods above and below and in between to save her now. She had not asked for this. She had not begged for this. Even if her scattered mind had pictured this exact moment at one point or another, it was mere intrusive thoughts! She didn't mean for it to truly occur! Renamon was invading every part of her little body, even drilling into her mind!

A resoundingly loud and painful slap to her cheek woke her from her stupor. Her shock wore off instantly, as she was brought back to the moment. Renamon's abdomen and breasts came back into focus above her as she watched Renamon look up to the assembled crowd present for their wedding. Rika could see that the vixen was taking pleasure in the way the room was filled with mewls, screaming, gasps, and loud sloshing slaps. The room was filled with Digimon musk, and yet the only one that Rika could process was the one that filled her nostrils now. Even though the microphone was right there, held against her little throat, Renamon addressed the crowd, yelling at them loud enough to be heard even by the victims within.

"Pay attention, and learn, little tamers. This is how you're meant to be used."

A moment later, Rika immediately grew concerned. Her new husband was getting hotter on her little tongue. Above her, Renamon moaned in delight and pulled a little roughly on the back of her external sheath's head. Scratching softly behind the little girl's ears so those soft little lips would kiss her girl-cock properly. Another second later and it started to release all at once. Hot, musky, dirty Digimon piss flooded Rika's little tongue. What's worse, it was audible, right there, to the microphone that was so close to her throat. Amplified for their delight. Everyone could hear her mouth was filling with piss. They could hear it sloshing inside as she shook her head with little protesting shudders. Except that was overpowered by Renamon's own shuddering. The vixen could relieve herself right into her little tamer's mouth there, at her wedding. Letting all the tamers watch along as Rika's humanity was voided. She was being used like a urinal. At her own wedding. her husband must have been pent up, keeping all this inside for so long. Waiting to pour it into her little mouth. Right onto her tongue. Assaulting her little taste buds with that deep, penetrating and dirty musk. She would have to swallow it. Right? Drink it? It was the only option for her. Her husband flexed too much inside her mouth to let even a drop of it leak past her little lips. She'd have to take a gulp any second. Everyone will see. Everyone will know she's just there to be used by her Digimon. To be owned and tamed by Renamon. The ultimate claim to ownership. Being marked, inside and out by this animalistic intent.

Of course, Rika gagged and choked and sputtered within the same second. Trying to slow or stop this vile musk from pouring into her mouth, or perhaps pumping into her throat in a few more seconds from now. She had to stop this flow. Her little tongue sprang into action, pressing up against that pumping, pissing cock-tip. Her husband. It wasn't even an option however. Renamon was primed and ready, angling her hips down a little, pinning Rika's little tongue down with that flexing, pissing girl-cock. Rika shook, sputtered, gagged. This horrible, dirty flavor was enough to almost make her vomit. Her cheeks were bloating up. She couldn't! Not here! They'll hear it! At that thought, the microphone against her throat pressed up on it even more insistently. Renamon was determined to make the little tamer feel every little second of humiliation physically and psychologically. Rika couldn't hold out anymore. Gag, or vomit, or gulp. It was all the same to her. Her tongue and taste buds were not only being washed, but grinded against by that pissing cock-tip to really press in the dirty flavor. Bathing her little tongue in it.

It happened. She needed to. She couldn't breathe. Better to drink it than to drown in it. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

_Gulp. _

Gulp.

Gulp.

Every single loud gulp echoed through the room, amplified by the microphone pressing against her throat as it bulged each time. It jarred Rika awake again, her eyes shooting open and up to look at Renamon. She was drinking her piss! Oh gods! Her rapist was staring down at her with that smile. That devious, tender smile. Renamon had known she would make the little tamer regret ever trying to pull back her consciousness for protection. Those eyes. Those passionate and fearful eyes were back. Rika's gaze was begging her Digimon for mercy. Even as her little face struggled between those thighs, and gulped again.

"Ahh~ There you are, little Rika. Good girl, keep drinking."

With that, Renamon draped the wedding dress over Rika's little face, hiding the little human a little from sight, but still keeping the microphone pressed against her throat. Ever more intensely, the little tamer had to gulp and drink more rapidly as Renamon would buck and moan. Relieving herself in earnest, directly down the tamer's throat. Holding onto Rika's head under the dress, and slowly sinking those lips further down her flexing girl-cock. Closer towards that sheath, towards that thick, throbbing knot. She was drinking her piss! Gods! Everyone could see her! Hear her! Somebody! Please help!

Only nobody did. Instead, her vision was only darkened a little by that wedding dress covering her head, so all she had left to focus on was Renamon's body. How it rumbled in pleasure, how it moved those hips. Even the curve of the vixen's breasts above her was enticing in its own way. Were it under other circumstances, the Digimon would have had no trouble finding a traditional mate instead of raping her tamer. But she had picked her to mate with. Specifically, and intentionally.

Nobody was coming to help. Ever. To make matters worse, as that thick knot threatened to swell and come out of the sheath, Renamon was hurriedly pressing on the back of Rika's head. Trying to get that ring behind it before it swelled up. Simultaneously, the yelping of multiple tamer's got quieter in the room. Instead, a lot of spilled musk could be heard dripping on the floor. While Rika struggled just to survive under that wedding dress, Renamon took pleasure in watching the other Digimon debase the tamers she had invited.

Every single tamer had been repositioned with a Digimon cock tip, or perhaps cock knot already lodged in their little mouths. One by one they were discovering what the flavor of musky, dirty Digimon piss tasted like. Hot spurts of piss were coughed up, gagged up, thrown up, on the floor around. Only to be subjected to more. The scent that filled the room was nauseating, if Rika could have smelled it. Takato was stuck under a particularly large blue draconic Digimon, the little human head nearly being crushed by those heavy blue thighs. His little throat was busy gulping just like the rest in the room. Every single tamer was stuck, there, drinking. Being pissed in like mere urinals. Living toilets, the lot of them. Renamon chuckled to herself, watching one other tamer struggle and begging for release as he was slowly drowned under his Digimon. This was bliss.

This was pure and utter heaven. This was right. Her own little tamer gulping and gurgling down between her thighs, under that wedding dress. The rest of the tamers struggled with their own Digimon and then some. This was only the beginning. These tamers would start being breeders. The mothers of their kind. The first of a new spawn and a new age, all at once. Never again would Digimon as a species have to suffer as simple eggs and a run through with evolutions. Digimon and Humans both would be ushered forward. It all starts here.

Even despite Rika's position, she could hear it too. The tamers around her had become quieter, turned into mere living toilets for their Digimon. The entire room smelled like a bad rest-stop bathroom. Nothing but pure musk filled her senses, and her stomach too. Renamon even softly nudged the little tamer's heavy belly to make it slosh around, never mind reminding Rika of the impending birth that would happen soon.

The little girl was in hell. She could feel her babies kicking inside her in an attempt to get out. Gods she wished they'd claw their way out so she could bleed to death and end this nightmare. But it wasn't going to be that simple. The heat of all that musky Digimon piss in her belly only gave her more energy to draw from. She was growing more awake, rather than more sleepy from lack of breath. She needed this. To drink this. She was denied anything else. No water, no food. The only nourishment ever again would come from here. It was only appropriate that she married it.

Her little lips pressed closer to that sheath, and despite her blushing cheeks and bulging eyes, that flexing, pissing cock-tip pressed inside her little throat. Choking and gagging those reflexively repetitive gulps until they were simply left to milk around Renamon's girl-cock instead. Her head bobbed up and down a little bit to try and tug away, but it was futile. She was too close. That ring itself felt like it was going to break under the pressure of that flexing member inside her mouth, never mind her jaw. It was locked open around this huge breeding tool. This thing impregnated her. Raped her. She's drinking piss from it! Why can't she fight this thing?

Rika couldn't fathom it, she blinked repeatedly, trying to dislodge her idleness. Her hands had long ago given up, just holding onto Renamon's warm yellow hips for balance more than anything else. She knew it was inevitable. She was marrying it properly. Her new husband. Thick, flexing, breeding, pissing Digimon girl-cock. Her muffled whines were completely silenced, those gulps overwhelming her capacity to process or react anymore. Her little lips were suddenly against that fuzzy sheath, and not a moment too soon. With a slight twist, her little mouth locked together with that contraption, the gold counterpart to the ring that Renamon had secured in Rika's mouth. That ring magnetically and securely sealing her face to Renamon's warm, fuzzy sheath along with it, as though her little face was just a tool to be slotted into. Rika could feel her little jaw and lips bulging as Renamon's thick knot began to unsheathe. Right past the ring, and inside her little open mouth. Slowly, at first. Pushing and pressing against her lips, still stuck within that sheath. Being pushed slightly further inside it even, at first. But then that thick knot began to work its way past that tight ring holding Rika's mouth open. That soft, fleshy bulb would have no means of ever getting out of her throat if she let it slip past that ring! She had to fight now! She had to!

But a kick from within her womb settled that thought far out of her mind. The wind was knocked out of her. Her jaw strained, and with a slick gush of sheath cream filling her mouth, Renamon's thick cock-knot slipped past the ring and right inside her little mouth. Onto her tongue. That sweet little human mouth was now muzzled, like an animal. Even more suitably, done so by a bestial creature truly deserving of being inside it. Feeling her little tongue squirming in protest under that thick knot. Her babies wouldn't let up! They just kept kicking! Squirming! They wanted out!

None of it mattered, all her focus had to shift to one thing only. Figuring out how to breathe with Renamon's thick, flexing cock-knot slowly pushing deeper still. Rika's little face was being mashed against that fuzzy sheath, helping to bottom that knot out as deep as possible. Except, deep as possible in this context meant pressing against the entrance to her tight, little throat. Rika couldn't breathe. Her little chest heaved, and she shook under Renamon's skirt even more so now, as the threat was becoming more and more real. That blasted ring in her mouth would make this torture eternal. She needed to get it out of her. Her little brain and muscle spasms were panic firing for all they were worth in that final desperate and vain attempt at escape. Renamon anticipated it, just like she anticipated everything else that her little tamer could ever dream of. There was no escape. Never would be.

That ever warm, ever comforting paw slowly pushed around on the back of Rika's head. Gripping her right behind her ears. A soft, gentle caress up and down and along the back of her little neck. To help her. Make the little girl point her head up. Look up the underside of that dress and over Renamon's feminine and dominating body so close to her. Angle that throat just right for her flexing girl-cock and Aaahhh~.

Perfect. Slowly, ever so slowly, while her little tamer struggled below her, Renamon's thick, throbbing cock-knot started to press and push and unsheathe against the entrance to Rika's little throat. Pushing and pulling on the back of Rika's head angled that throat just right, and helped press those lips of hers right into the base of her Digimon's warm, fuzzy sheath. That thick, musky sheath cream slowly dripped over her face as it drooled out around her little lips. The warmth was immense, the heat alone could have likely made little Rika pass out from heat exhaustion if it weren't for the little whiffs of fresh cool air coming from underneath the dress.

Every drop of sheath cream stained Rika's little face even further. Her blushing cheeks now covered in the sticky layer of musk, and soon enough her little eyes were having to decide between blinking, or just keeping themselves closed to avoid the incessant dripping, wet heat that poured out over her little face. Gulp. Gulp. She was still drinking her piss! All this insane heat was unsheathing down her throat while her belly was equally being filled by another incessant heat. Piss! She was gulping and milking Renamon's cock for piss in the middle of this whole thing! Gods, please! Where are you?

The knot wouldn't stop. Spreading Rika's little throat open bit by bit. That flexing, fleshy bulb didn't offer a single moment of respite. Every single waking second was pure torture for Rika now. Caught between fighting for air, and fighting for freedom, the little tamer was constantly being distracted from anything she focused her mind on. When she'd leverage her little hands against Renamon's hips to try and start pulling away, those babies would start kicking inside her more roughly. When that knocked the wind out of her and distracted her long enough to relent, Renamon would slowly grind her warm sheath a bit forward against Rika's lips. Slowly pulling on her little head and pushing that throbbing knot a little closer to its final destination. Her tight little throat.

No escape. No mercy. Rika could only fulfill her duty as Renamon's new sheath here. Gulp and squeeze and milk and swallow. The sooner she made the evil vixen finish cumming in her, the sooner that knot would go down again, surely. She'd find sweet release then, right? Perhaps this was it, perhaps she'd die right here at the wedding. The potential torture she'd have to endure would no longer be something to concern herself with, she'd just pass free of mind to the afterlife.

Something about that thought was calming. Giving up, letting herself die here and now, under Renamon's wedding dress. In the middle of her wedding. Choking to death, or perhaps ultimately drowning to death on whatever disgusting, musky fluids could pump out of her Digimon's excessive member. Yet at the same time she was angry. Furious still. This betrayal was ultimate. A bonding like this, ring and all, was meant to be shared between loving individuals. Marriage like this was sacrilege. There was no bonding here besides the bond being forcibly intertwined between Renamon's hips and Rika's lips.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.How fucking endless of a bladder did her Renamon have? How much time had passed? Why did every second feel like it passed by so agonizingly slow. Aaaah! Her throat! One of her little hands shot towards it as she choked around Renamon's girl cock in a differently agonizing way. It was thicker, flexing harder than before. Pumping more. The little tamer could feel the bulge of that thick member inside her throat, pulsing on the outside. The rush of piss she was still pumping into Rika's belly was not slowing, and if anything, increasing.

It had been mere seconds, truly. This was simply the advantage of pushing the little human into the next stage of evolution thanks to that collar. Allowing the little girl to feel like every second lasted thirty seconds meant her mind could run a mile a minute, truly, at all the torture she would face. Renamon had started getting aroused overly so, at the mere thought of bringing Rika to this height of sensory acceleration during childbirth, that her knot had almost started swelling before it entered the little tamer's throat. She had to contain herself! This excitement had to last. Ths rape had to be intense and sensual and slow. That little throat had to be taught it's proper place. Her little tamer's face had to become so intimately familiar with the musk that pumped out of her that she'd shake with fear if she caught a whiff of it even from miles away.

Not to fear, however. The vulpine girl-cock had regained control over her throat-sheath, and slickly blocked up that throat entrance. Rika struggled almost immediately even more so. Her little hands once again fighting between trying to push away from Renamon's hips, to cradling her own bulging belly as her babies kicked inside. Her focus was still being pulled every which way and there was no end in sight. Just let that thick knot slide inside. Gulp on it. Swallow around it. Rika's throat could put up no contest. With each gulp she made in order to avoid drowning on hot, dirty digimon piss, she consequently drew that knot further into her throat. Pulling it in like her little face wanted it. Like her little throat was made for it. Forming around that knot ever so slowly like it wanted to match its shape and keep it forever.

Of course, not so was the feeling mutual for Rika. Painful chokes aside, Rika couldn't bring herself to stop swallowing. Even if she had wanted to, the moment she did, Renamon would find a way to antagonize her. Rub over her throat perhaps, or just intentionally and deliberately flex that thick, pissing Digimon cock inside her little throat to force it back into action. There was no stopping this. Her neck strained to look up like this. Her nose practically buried inside Renamon's warm sheath as it dripped and leaked pure sheath cream right down her little nostrils. Filling little Rika's head with the scent, as though it wasn't already. Her little eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head.

Gulp. Gulp. It never ended. Each flexing pump of that cock-length meant another long spurt of hot, dirty piss. It didn't even come out in one long, steady stream at all. Rather resembling a traditional orgasm from any inferior creature. A majestic creature like this, raping her throat, deserved to piss in her for hours. Her little throat was born for this, her face meant to be buried into by a fuzzy, animalistic cock knot. To be owned by an animal, and yet treated like one. A new phrase or word would have to be made for when humiliation like this was suffered by a human. The lexicon would be redefined by what manners of torture Digimon could enact on them.

More gulping. More endless bladder emptying. It wasn't only her body being full of babies anymore, her belly felt like it was already sloshing with Digimon piss. She wasn't really human anymore, or at least she didn't feel like one. This immensely sizable flexing member that was ever so intensely sliding inside her throat, was spreading it wider than she believed physically possible. Somehow it didn't break anything. Didn't tear anything. The pain she did feel was limited to each choke and gulp she had to force herself to make reflexively around Renamon's cock. Over and over again, without pause. Without rest. Keep milking it. Keep drinking. The more, the better. The sooner she gets it over with, the sooner it's over.

She had to keep gaslighting herself at this point, to believe there was an end to this. Each second really did feel like it took forever to pass. Her mind may have been fighting to focus between the different things it was experiencing, but despite that, it was laser clear. She could feel each rippling, pulsing shockwave as it traveled from the base of Renamon's sheath. All the way down the length of that cock before it erupted like a tidal wave out of her tip, and pumped directly into Rika's stomach.

That microphone was still intently pressed against Rika's gulping, choking little throat. Despite her feeble attempts to push it away as she felt over the bulge within, it was still evident over the speakers what Renamon was swallowing down. Only now did it truly dawn on the little girl, despite her head being covered by the dress, that the yelling in the room had quieted down. There were just a lot of similar sounds to the ones she was making between her Digimon's thighs. Gulping. Drinking. Pissing. Like she was just a urinal for Renamon. As though the tamers were all just urinals for their Digimon.Treated like living toilets. _This was a perfect wedding. _NO!

Gllllggkk! Hnnn!

That thick knot! No! It was spreading and inching further inside her throat. Renamon made one final little push on the back of Rika's head. Giving her a soft little scritch right behind her ears to accentuate the motion. The midpoint of her thick cock-knot was sheathing itself inside Rika's little throat. Just like that, in one soft, slick motion, Rika's repetitive, reflexive gulping, started to pull and milk that knot further in. Little by little. Millimeter by millimeter. Her face was surely blue or purple by now, not that it could be seen under the wedding dress either way. Yet still somehow, she was staying conscious. Perhaps it was the pure adrenaline from being subject to this depravity.

That thick knot was slowly sinking a little deeper, and simultaneously, the ring in Rika's little mouth was fully wedging against the interior base of Renamon's sheath. It was a tight fit. The ring, slightly bulging and deformed itself from the thing pushed through it, trapped Rika's open mouth right against Renamon's sheath. Just the same as Rika's tight little throat was trapped swallowing and gulping and milking around that thick knot as it flexed and slipped fully inside. Much to Renamon's delight, who moaned in pleasure above her, and slowly lifted that dress off of her head.

There was no warm paw to hold the back of her head anymore. To help comfort her even by a tiny margin. There was no illusion of what was happening anymore. Light hit her sheath-cream soaked eyes as they fluttered open in protest of the cold air. Somehow it hadn't occurred to the little tamer until now to try yelling for help, and in her stupor that's exactly what she tried to do. Only gagged and muffled by a thick, meaty Digimon knot as it was, it came out as mere high pitched, long winded chokes. Luckily for her, that microphone caught it all. She protested and whined and cried out as much as she could. Just another disgusting sound to add to the cacophony of others already created in the room.

The only difference was, this one was more desperate. The sounds she made were ones already filled with the despair of the history of several weeks of incessant rape. The other tamers had no clue what they were in for. They were still in shock at what was happening to them, they were clueless what purpose they were being trained for from now on. Even just from a side glance, what Rika saw made her sick to her stomach. All the other tamers were, just like she assumed, being treated like living toilets. Despite that, none of them were being mistreated like the way she was right now. With not only a knot down her little throat, but with a ring secured behind it to commit her dedication and evolution from here on out. To demonstrate her commitment to never eating or drinking anything else again except that which came from her Digimon.

Only for that thick knot to start swelling, and then just like that, Rika's mind was in survival mode again, unable to process her surroundings. Choking painfully and gasping in high pitched whines that the microphone was still picking up with ease. Each gulp of piss transmitted and re-broadcasted in high definition. To forever burn into her mind, and throat, and stomach, what she was drinking. What she was marrying. Her little lips even softly kissed the base of that sheath subconsciously, as though reaching out for some semblance of comfort in what was supposed to be a holy union.

That knot flexed harder still, swelling and swelling. Bulging out her little throat until finally and fully staying lodged in her. Renamon had to make no motions with her paws to keep the little girl secure to her hips anymore. Any motions she made, Rika quickly had to balance with and follow, lest she choke half to death. Renamon even tested this out, by taking one step back, which meant Rika immediately had to lean with it, walk with it as though the girl-cock lodged in her throat was a leash of its own making. One she was gulping on and milking.

Even though Renamon only truly used the girl's throat to urinate in for about a full minute and a half, the hyper fixated human's little evolved mind perceived it to last around a half an hour. Simply forced to sit there on her knees, gulping and drinking until her throat was exhausted. The little tamer was certain her voice box would be ruined forever by this. Speaking, whining, moaning? That was a thing of the past. All her future involved was here and now, and if she was lucky, she might only just survive this. Though she'd rather not. If she pleased Renamon. Her mistress. She had to give in, let this happen to her. Let that thick knot sink just a little bit deeper inside. Push her little nose inside Renamon's sheath. Drown in it, even. That could be the end forever. Rika shivered and shuddered out of control. Her little body began to spasm rhythmically for air, her chest heaving. It received nothing of the sort. Instead, the only respite she earned was the stream of musky piss coming to an end. Somewhere in the midst of her heaving chest, and gulping throat, Rika had crawled along with Renamon as Renamon had moved to sit down and enjoy her new little wedding pet.

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Rika couldn't quite fathom it all. The last two months had passed in a flash and yet each moment had seemed torturously slow. Even the last three hours or so that she had spent stuck with her face between Renamon's thighs, half underneath her dress the entire time, while the vixen entertained herself with the plights of Rika's fellow tamers. Now it all seemed so helpless in hindsight. Renamon's strength was unmatched, and Rika was a mere toy by comparison. All that Rika could see the entire time had been those yellow-furred hips and thighs on either side of her head. Holding her there, pinning her there. Enjoying that little throat massaging and milking around her thick girl-cock until litre after litre of thick, creamy girl cum had pumped into her belly to mix with the pool of fluids already there.

This was it however. The main event. Renamon had timed everything perfectly. Rika's babies could wait no longer, and while Renamon slowly deliberated on pulling the tamer's little face away from between her thighs, Rika started mewling in protest again. The little girl was in pain. Her body wracked with labor spasms that were out of her control by this point. It was just as well as any other moment to allow the little tamer a bit of freedom. For the moment anyway.

So quicker than ever before, and even still torturously slow by Rika's standards, Renamon pulled that flexing cock free of Rika's mouth. The ring stayed behind, there at the base of Renamon's sheath. Forever signifying that Rika had now fully married her. Married her girl-cock. When the fully unsheathed member finally slipped free of Rika's little throat, she gasped for breath and nearly collapsed against Renamon. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the little tamer was about to start begging for mercy, when the pain within her abdomen increased exponentially.

Renamon helped her up. The floor was an absolute mess, and the vixen didn't want her pregnant little tamer to slip. So up on her chair, Rika went. The little girl couldn't even protest as she was lifted, her little feet dangling in the air, before being sat down on the vixen's lap. That fully engorged and still unsheathed canine member was slipped right between those little human thighs, and lined up with her precious little pussy. Rika was too out of it to notice this, her little legs quivered with weakness at this angle, and Renamon was the only thing holding her by now. So even as Renamon spoke, Rika could still only rub her little hands over the belly that was receiving kick after kick that knocked the wind out of her. Or was it just spasms within her body at this point? Her mistress was addressing the others, she didn't need to hear it, right? She needed to focus on this task before her. She needed to give birth.

"This is your place, this is where you all belong, and this is how you will be treated from now on. You, and the rest of your species, for the rest of your lives. Look at Rika's belly, tamers. She's pregnant. Heavy and fat with her first litter. Like you all will be. Raped and impregnated by her Digimon. Like you all will be. But most importantly, giving birth. Like you all will soon."

The menacing, torturous Digimon turned to her little tamer, whom it was slowly dawning on the nature of the precarious position she was dangling over.

"I promised I'd make you give birth around my knot, little Rika. Help you make it last a little longer. Don't you think that's only proper, now that we're married?"

Rika's weak little legs could barely squirm in protest, only shivering in response as they were slowly made to spread apart by Renamon's warm paws. Slowly, Rika was lowered onto her proper place. She had to accept her place as Renamon's warm, living cock-sleeve. Even as she cried in protest and kicked out defiantly with what little strength she had left, her little body's labor spasms is the only thing that Renamon could focus on. That sweet, soft and inviting little human pussy was beckoning her in. Surrounding her bestial, vulpine girl-dick in intense heat as it was made to spread around it.

"Kiss me, little tamer. I'm going to make sure this takes forever~"