Jenny and Renamon part 2
#1 of Writting
This was written during a stream by Yawg.
Part One was one sentence about Renamon laying in a forest glade.
On a world,neither near nor far, and a time, neither now nor then, Renamon had spent her day as she had countless ones before, stretched out in the forest glade, warming her golden fur. As the foxgirl was lying there slowly running her hands over her large bust and the curves and valleys of her lithe form making sure every part of her was warm there was a loud cry and rustling from the nearby brush.
"Who's there?" Renamon called out.
Suddenly a catgirl stumbled into her glade. She was as nude as Renamon and covered in a thick coat of luxurious alabaster fur. She stood half a foot shorter but her fuchsia hair made up that difference. Her robust frame made it obvious that she took pride in her body and made sure that pride could be seen while her hips curved in a way that begged to be caressed. And her breasts were nearly as large as Renamon's and seemed lacking without someone massaging them.
"Who're you?" Renamon asked warily.
The ivory furred catgirl turned and noticed Renamon for the first time, smiled and replied "Hello, my name is Jenny."
She then studied the tawny furred digimon and began to walk toward her. As she strolled toward Renamon her foot was caught on a discarded pair of violet gloves causing her to fall on top of the startled but intrigued amber vixen. As Jenny started to stand her hand brushed against Renamon's chest.
"Oh," cried Renamon "Be careful, my breasts are sensitive."
"Really," smirked Jenny as she slowly swirled her fingers around Renamon's nipple. "Mine too"
As the afternoon gave way to night all that could be heard were the gasps, moans and groans of the two women as they lost themselves in each other.
This is a true story. And if it isn't, it should be.