It could be worse, you often tell yourself. And to be honest, it could be.
Renamon sees you as a pet more than a slave. She plays with you, batting you around in her massive paws like a house cat would a mouse. She licks you up and plays with you inside her mouth, claiming "you need a bath". Every few days she asks you to return the favor, and gives you a toothbrush and orders you to polish her toeclaws. She's gives you an ear pick (normal sized, but massive by your standards) and puts you on her shoulder. Twice a day she lays down on her bed and puts you down on her thigh, putting her arms behind her bed and waiting expectantly.
It could be worse. She's surprisingly gentle, only once our twice does she squeeze you a little too tightly and you feel something close to breaking. She has pretty amazing muscular control over her nether regions, or you are sure that you would pop the first time. Taking firm grip of the fur on her inner thigh with one hand, you stretch your other hand between her lips and start massaging. She shakes and trembles. The first time, you spent hours down there, searching and stroking, but now you bet you could give her pleasure with your eyes closed.
It could be worse. Its Guilmon that really scares you, and you're thrilled that Renamon can keep him at bay. He never stops staring at you, that hungry look in his eyes, teeth glistening with a sheen of saliva. But so long as Renamon is there, he doesn't try anything.
One day, you hear footsteps behind you, and turn to see...
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