and current project i'm REALLY slowly working on, unedited for anything spelling or anything. Was the prequal to digimon diner. This REALLY badly shows how much I need to edit things after I free write, so read at your own risk for the high dyslexic output. Not going to get it done anytime soon cause of that, specially since I focus on my drawing instead of writing.

I did listen to the guys who said they'd like to have seen the cooking, but sora's boring so I ran the furry route.

Renamon roasted: (cannibalism, spitting, milking shaving, etc.)

"Are you sure you want to order your friend here?" Asked sakuyamon, looking to Guilmon and to Terriermon as she poised her pen over her notepad.

"They're not the ones that are ordering." Said Renamon with annoyed sigh, as she sat on the diner table. Her usual tomboyish nature hated, that even as a "meal" authority had been assumed by the two "male" digimonsitting in the booth to either side of her. "This is a birthday gift, and a bit of an apology for a previous attack on Guilemon, here." She thumbed one of her large furred fingers in the giant red lizards direction.

"I mean we are going to have to snuff you..." said Sakuyamon, still sounding unconvinced, "as I'm sure you know. AND we DO have other women in stock you could choose from." She paused for a moment as Renamon opened her mouth to speak, before cutting her off with a quick, "Er, and no, before you ask I'm not on the menu."

"That's- er thats not what were going to do." Said Renamon, taken aback for a moment and then, growing even more annoyed with the waitress not listening to her. "Look." She scowled, lifting up her furred tuft that covered her chest, exposing her large yellow and white nippled breasts and with a grab of talloned fingers of the other hand, sheered it off, exposing her large yellow and furred tits with an jiggling bounce. Tossing the tuft to the waitress, who caught it with a bit of surprise, she continued, bending forwards in guilemons direction, "I promised that I would cook for their dinner, with it me, as a perosnal task, not someone else. And besides, Guilemon here is already drooling at just the idea of sinking his teeth into me. Predatory instinct and all." She said shaking her breasts for empahsis, the lizard digimon visably drooling and following the orbs with his head as she dangled her meat in front of him.

"AND personally I'd prefer to be cooked before I'm eaten. Not vored and digested, or worse..." Said Renamon, trailing off to try and make her point as the lizard licked his maw, showing off a flash of his many sharp teeth.

"Right, right..." Said Sakuyamon, looking at Guilemons mouth for a moment before jotting down "Renamon -" on her notepad, "One Renamon, home brought meat," Renamon, jumped a little at the word despite herself, "... rare, medium rare, well done? Roasted or boiled? Digitamon can pretty much cook you anyway you want, how do you want to be... um... "Sakuyamon pursed her lips." Done?" She still couldn't believe this many digimon kept coming here to be cooked, especially considering all the store stock on hand.

Renamon blinked, stunned a little at the options and looked to the other two digimon for input.

Guilemon jsut crooked his head, confused, and Terriermon gave a hopeless gesture. *Great* thought Renamon, it figured the two dimwits wouldn't even know what they wanted. But then again she knew she'd probably have to take charge, "Roasted." She said pointedly, "It'll taste better, boiling is to rubbery." she said starting to get a little perturbed about having to talk so much, much less to plot out her own demise. Cooked over a fire she could deal with, all these questions.... "and well done. Very well done. Can we just get on with it?"

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"Gah, another one, and another one." Said digitamon, the strange lizard/egg's glowign red eyes from its crack in its huge shell glared at at Renamon as Sakuyamon left to go wait more tables. "I swear, whats wrong with the stock...!" He waved his ladle around from a large soup pot he had been swirling with it, containing a strange mix of exotic materials. Renamon could swear she saw a stop sign floating in the broth.

Renamon just grunted, walking over to a nearby counter and sitting down on it, feeling the cold table of her ass and pussy as she leaned on the edge, her newly exposed tits squishing between her arms. She never realized how muc hte tuft of fur on her chest had kept them from feeling the cold and heat, but now that she was in the kitchen she could feel her nipples growing hard as various things cooking in the kitchen blew across them.


The stoic Renamon shuddered as the milk pumps continued workign on her breasts, the white milk shooting into the clear cups as the nippels pulled and throobed to the pumps rythme. She could feel her pussy startign to get warm from the feeling, as the tension in her breasts rose with each pump. She refused to let herself cum fom such a contrivance, but it didn't help that her nipples were relatively unsed to being used in any way or form. Se never really mastrabted, or played wit hher breasts, something she felt a waste of her time when she could be training, or assitign ruki, or out hunting, or really anything, she was a fox, and she DID like her sleep. Plus she had claws. Rubbing her nipple,s or fingering herself came with its own risks, so she jsut had never bothered to try it, but now... she groaned, her face flushing under her fur as she shifted uncomfortably on the table.

"yo, miss!" Came a gurgly, frog in a throat type voice from behind her at the sime time something grabbed her tail making her jump. She felt her breasts bounce into each other, the weight of the cups on her nipples causign them to swign and then clack into each other as she sat bolt upright and looked behind her. Wincing as her tits came to a rest, she looked down at the dimintive pair of Geckmon that had called for her, ones hand still on her tail.

"erm, uh... yes...?" Said Renamon, her eyes flicking from the gecmon and then back to her tits, seeign the nipples bulge out from around the grip of the cup, and then back to the Geckomon. She wasn't used to beign embarassed, but this wasn't exactlya normal situation.

"digitamon sent us. We need to get you shaved if you want to roast." The two geckmon held up hand held electric shavers, pushign the buttons to summon a loud WHRRRRRRR noise to the kitchen.

"Shave me??" Renamon looked on in shock, her voice rising in surprise desptie herself as well as a slight hike in the center as a particulaurly hard suck on her nipples made them spurt into their tubings.

"Cna;t have you all furry over the fire, Ma'am." Said the geckomon. Depsite the fact he was speaking perfect english he still sounded like he soemhow was managing to garble and mangle it. "I mean would you eat something with fur on it? Plus it could catch fire! Can't shave you after, the oil would make it impoosible!"

"...what oil...?" Said Renamon ,somewhat annoyed at the Geckomon's rambling. She never was much for patience.

"Err, right, we need to oil you too." Said the other Geckmon, holding up a bottle of oil and a stick of butter with his other hand. "Cant have you dryign out over the fire either ma'am!" The Geckomon waved his hand and then jsut as matter of factly finished with a "Plus it makes you taste better!"

"..Riiiiight." Said Renamon, realizing that jsut by being here things were already running counter to normal sanity even in the digital world, and this was goign to be the price to pay for her "gift" to guilemon.

I guess you can start with the legs...?" She said, lifting up one of her large legs. her legs were soemwhat canine in make, while still being that of something that only walked on two of them, so they had an odd curve backwards below the knees ending with a large paw with sharp claws. The Geckomon took a secodn to look at the claws with a mixture of interest and a bit of fear, before gingerly gettign to work, holding up the paw with one of their hands and shavign with the other.

Rebnamon could only watch with interest as the two lizard experetly went to work, feelign the ticklign sensation of the razors on her skin as clumps of her fur fell to the ground rapidly turnign white furred paws, then yellow furred legs to pink exposed flesh, the ying yangish makrs the only thing left on them to stand out besides their odd anatomy from what her fur had give her.

All the while the infernal milk pumps kept on their tasks of milkign her poor tits dry, much to Renamons annoyance. Still, it wasn't so bad till the Geckomon got to her hips.

"Alright, up!" Said one Geckomon, stopping and beckoing her to stand up.

Renamon looekd around, noting that the hoses of the pumps woudln't really reach that high if she stood. "er...."

"just bend over on the table and crouch, legs spread, we need to get all fo you." Said the Geckomon moting at the box on the table the pumps hoses ran to."

"Alll of me..." Said Renamon blinking, and then even with her stoic nature her face went red as she realzied what they'd meant. Technically she was ALWAYS naked, but she had her fur... but now...

"alright..." Said renamon, pullign her self up and turning around, keepig herself bent so she woudln;t tug to far on the box on the table and knock it off. She clibmed up no the table on all fours, feeling her breast flop down and hang from her chests, formign twin torpedo's pointing at the surface all the while jigglign and swaying as the milk pump continued to drain them. She had never felt more on display in her life, and then she spread her legs....

It didn't take long for the Geckomon to get to work, the tiny digimon havign to climb up on the table with her, running the shavers over her ass, sides, before with a small jump and alot of effort ot keep still, pretending to look idly off at soemthign else, she felt the geckomon brign the shaver of her cunt lips, clearign the fur from her most private of areas and exposing her ot the world.

Underneath the fur, Renamon's tall, but petite form really showed, as her cunt lips were a small and soft cameltoe, her clit and innerlabia entirely hidden between the folds of her two lips that were accentuated by the foxes naturally wide thighgap.

*I cnat beleive i;m doing this....* thought Renamon, bowing her head and grittign her teeth as the digimon continued to shave her. She had never felt more like a cow in her life, not jsut beign milke,d but shaved too! ON all fours. But she had to admit it didn't seem nearly as outlandish as cooking oneself, so she jsut had to, well not grin, but fdeifnetly bare it.

"Okay and wraise this arm, and that one..." Said one geckomon, as her shaved under each, and pushed each glvoe down to shave into them down to the wrist. "Don';t really need to shave your hands, they should be fine, and the glvoes can stay on, their digifiber so they shoudln;t burn easily, and they'll look good on the final peice, same for your little, shoulder things... whatever they are..." He poked one of the little fins that always had justted from Renamon's shoulders. to be hoenst she had never known what they were either.

And now these..." Said the other Geckomon bendign down to look at renamon's enourmous breasts. The Breasts were now almost compeltely milked dry, the nipples painfully hard and abused by the tugging, with small spurts of the fox's milk coming out of them, but not quite yet finished.

"right!" Said the other Geckomon bendign down. With almost a little bit of joy, but keepign it professional the two geckomon grabbthe foxes breasts by the cups and lifted them, shavign udner their bases and makign Renamon gasp as they swiftly went about shavign the twin orbs, pullign them left and right by the milking cups to get at all th angles of the surface. The buzzing on the razors on her titswas alsmto too much for her with the milk pumps still going, but she bit her tongue and kept as still as she could, her eyes wide as the Geckomon's did their works.

finally done, Renamon trying not to pant, or shake, as she forced hersefl of her hands and knees, one of the geckmon reached up to grab the bit of tuft around her neck to work on shaving it and her head, when she raised a paw and stopped him.

"I'll be keeping that. Even with the risks thank you." Said Renamon, having to breathe deep to still soudn clear and even headed, even though she wasn't. "I prefer to have SOME diginity left."

"Your the boss." Said the Geckomon backing off. "Well techincially Digitamon's the boss. But no one eats the head anyway, we'll jsut makes sure to spritz you down so it doesn't catch." He tossed the Razor down and hopped off the table, grabbign a handheld vaccum and beinning to suck up all the fur on the table and ground around them.

Renamon breahed a sigh of releif, and with some great plreasure pulled the cups off her now dry breasts with an audiable pop before looking back over her now "naked body."

It was a bit embarassign to see herself like this, besides her gloves and head, only her tail was left with fur on it. She felt like one of thsoe funny little cats she had seen in the digital world with their bodies but not heads shaved. She coudl see the curve of her ass clearly now, the indent of her ass cheeks leadign up to her tail, and a quick look between her legs showed cameltoe under the rise of her now pinkish breasts.

She was glad for the gloces she was allowed to still be wearing, other wise she'd feel liek she was completely naked. She pulled one of them up as she puleld her self back down to sit on the table, only to jump and then sit more slwoly back down as the cold metal hit, for the first time, bare pussy and ass cheeks.

She pulled her tial around her, hugging it, as she shivered. "What about my tail? Aren't you goign to shave that too?"

"ah no, the boss will take care of that!" Said the Geckmon as he vaccumed, the other one was busy sweepign the floor. "give us a minute to get this all cleaned up and we'll get you oiled. Don't want fure to stick everywhere y'know!"

"Right. Oiled." Said Renamon. She was likign this less and less every second as she watched the several pounds of her coat get scooped or vaccumed up and then uncermoniously dumped into the garbage.





Come'on come'on." Said digimtamon pushing Renamon by the butt up onto the table, "spread those wide legs and lets get this over with, I have other recipes to cook, though first, "He glared, pushing her tail out of the way, "if you want to be spitted and fire roasted, this thing needs to go first!"

Renamon tilted her head back, trying to see behind her as she got on all fours on the table, her large tits swaying under neath her.

"This tail of your, itll jsut catch on fire." said digitamon, puttign a hand on her ass, and before she could register it, a large pair of cooking sheer came up to either side of her tail, and before she even had a chance to realzie what was happening, digitamon had closed them down on it, sheering her tail off at the base with the furry tail falling to the table and then bouncing off to the ground.

"OW!" Yelped Renamon, her eyes going wide, her entiee body jumping, tits boucning as she felt her tail lopped off. Her eyes teared up as she gritted her teeth, "Why you little..."

"Oh shut it." Said digitamon bmatter of factly as he slapped her rear with his hand at the same time he tapped of her tail. It was in the way and it'll make your fat ass look better with out it. It had no meat on it, and besides if you cna;t deal with a little missing limb here, you certianly won't deal with me shoving a big ass peice of metal thru you, so zip it, and bend back down so I can spit you.

"Grrr." *fine* thought Renamon, turnign back around and bendign forwards till her large tits reseted with her nipples pushed into the table, trying hard to keep her ass still as her tail stump sent bolts of pain thru her as she moved.

"Good, good." Said digitamon, lining up a big machine on wheels behind her. A spit stuck thru it, with a series of motors that clearly would send it forwards at the push of a button.



The geckomon carried Renamon behind the row first row of machines, and from her place on the spit, she could see that there was a second "row" of them behind it, a rather large kitchen for such a small restraunt, and there was at least 50 or so different machiens of various types, from friers, to microwaves, to ovens, making the place fairly cramped, as the machines stacked one ontop of each other in the little area. Renamon could only wonder what a few of the devices did, but considering it was the digital world, and Digitamon's seemingly true claim of being able to make any dish, she could only guess what exotic means they could be used for.

Her device though, was about as oridnary as it could be, if not for its size. A roaster, using a mechanical fire pit at the bottom with coals too add flavor, and a holster on each end of it for a spit, all contained with a metal box with a glass door.

"urggh!!" Groaned the two geckoman, as they hopped up on step stools to either end of the device, that they had kicked over to it, and hefted her into the device. the spit she was on dropped into fitting grooves in little circles on the end, that then clicked shut to keep the spit stuck in place. Renamon grunted herself, feel the spit thump in her body as her large breasts bounced with the drop, dnagling over the unlit fire pit below her. Her nipples had a good, half foot clearence in the device from the bottom, obviously intended to give the meat some distance from the flame so as not to burn or catch fire.

Renamon blinked, swallowing hard on the invading pole in her throat and feeling her ass twinge still from where the point of the spit had speared thru it. If there was ever a moment to bring home she was meat, and that she was going to be roasted, and eaten, it was definetly now, she thought as her tits swayed under her, her body tied to a spit inside of an oven.

"Alright, you twits, out of my way...!" Scolded Digitamon, nudging the little lizardmen out of the way with his foot as he stepped up to the device, with the door open her had to a lean ackwardly with his wide shellf, but one of his hands coming from the crack in the shell reach out and turned the oven on, a clicking noise going off as the lighter attempted to catch before the swoosh of a small flame from all over below her kicked on.

"There." said digitamon, stepping back as Renamon felt the small increase of heat already against her nipples, the lowest part of her body at the moment. "Now we''ll just let the roast heat up for a moment, and then we'll finish up." The egg gave the open door a pat before walking off, leaving it open as the coals slowly warmed up below the girl.

Renamon let out a sigh, trying to force herself to relax as she waited for the firepit to heat up, all of the intensity of the moment, suddenly dying down all at once. She was a fox of action, not to mention one that was used to fighting for her life for the most part. It took some getting used to not beign able to do anything at all, waiting, even more so she could roast.

Listening to the clank of dishes and metal around her though, that was all she could really do at this point. The heat was rapidly rising, but it still took a few minutes for the coals and flames to build up sufficiently to start cooking her, and she used that time to regrettably look around her environment. Most of the cooking devices weren't in use, but several were, and each one jsut gave her more of a sense of her impending "doom" from roasting chickens in another roaster style oven, turnign over and over again, just as naked as she is, to even worse, a clossal breast in an oven, with a single golden bra cup dangling off the handle.

Renamon gritted her teeth as the heat kept increasingly incrimently, causing her to wiggle and twist onthe spit to the limit that her body on the spit allowed. Discomfort quickly turned to pain as she felt her too low nipple begin to feel liek they were scortching fro mthe flames below them, her knees and belly starting to feel like they were beginning to cook as drops of sweat riveted down her body. She almost regretted keepign the egg from shaving her head as well, as the fur seemed to make the area around her neck even hotter.

"Ah, there we are." Said Digitamon finally returning and checking the coals over with a metal rod. That should be sufficent to make sure even those fat thigns hanging off your chest cook to a "T." With an emphasis he grabbed one of her large, now very red and sweaty breasts with his hands and squeezed, turnign them to look over the nipples to make sure they were good and hard, the small nubs and aerole bulging and cuasing Renamon to make a protesting noise.

"Now, now." Said digitamon, givign a glare mroe out of previous annoyance. He had long sicne been tired of all these customers bringing their own meat. He gave the breast a little swat and let it sway and dnagle as he reached over and hit a button. With a juttering lurch, the spit slowly turned in the fox girl, Renamon feeling the thing slip a little inside her before catching and pulling her body arounsd by the grip of her throat and cunt muscles, as well as the body mass it had been shoved thru. It was uncomfortable enough Renamon had to clench her eyes and concentrate so as not to thrash her legs around in the limited restraint she was in.

After what seemed like a solid minute, but was likely less, Renamon opened her eyes as the spit came to a halt, with her now facing up, Digitamon letting go of the button as he rattled with things.

Nagahhh, nagahh,..." Renamon panted thru the spit in her mouth as she felt her muscles twitch and the "reprieve" of the fire from the frotn of her body, even as the back end of her twitched at the flames now scrotching her ass and back. Her ass gripped the spit in her as she felt her body get used to the new positon it foudn it in, her tits still burning as they hung to the sides of her chest.

After a minute she realzied she coudln;t see digitamon for a minute thru the "window", and the cramped kitchen made it hard to hear anythign over the sound of the clatter of pots and pans and various machines, but after a minute she could see him return, barely out of the corner of her eye, as he opened the glass door and set soemthign down on it with a thump. Confused she looked at it, it looked like a little vaccum cleaner, com,plete with hos,e but digitamon didn't leave her to wodner for long as he reahed over and spread her exposed redeened pussy lips.

"Should be late enough now,, yeah, the frotns half cooked already, didn;t want the stuffing to get too over cooked...." said digitamon, largely to himself as he mumbled jsut before roughyl jabbign the frotn of the hose into Renamon makign her eys go wide as he gave it a few rough shoves to make sure it was in and then turned on the machine.

Imeddieatly Renamon understood what it was as it began forcign stuffing into her already tight and small pussy. Her fox like anatomy meant she was extrmely wide hipped, but her stomach was pretty much only twice as thick as her arms, and the stuffign quickly found itself filling her compeltely, forcign past her cervix and into her womb, and to her mix of horro and surprise she felt her stomach beging to painfull expand, even as digitamon, seemingly unconcerned, wandered off to go attend other thigns in the kitchen.

MMhmhm!!" Renamon moaned, and groaned, shifting on her spit, wantign to get away from the intruding hose but forcing herself to try and remain still as her small stomach began to double in size, and then triple, the stomach part of her waist expanding, but not her sides and back, so that her stomach began to "overflow" over the edges of her waist at the same tiem it grew out. It took several minutes, and renamon felt she could explode at anymoment, almost forgetting the pain of the heat on her back, and her scalded tits, but finally it came to an end. She could just barely see the edges of her stomach from the back of her eyes with her head facing down the way it did as it finished, but i was clear it was now like it was almsot 9 months pregnant, on her tiny waste, and eventually the thing came to a halt and clicked off, cycling a few seconds of heated air after the last of the stuffing bottomed out.

Mmmhhh..." Groaned renamon, the heat on her back now omnipresent as her back, and her ass, sticking out farther into the fire then her back ,began to cook in earnest. Her stomach ached at her, as each breath pissed off the over tuant skin and womb, and the heat of the oven made her head swim from the heated air beign breathed in.

Eventually digitamon returned, minutes later, though to renamon it felt like hours, and yanked the hose out roughly. "ah yes, nicely stuffed...!" Said the egg, smacking her stomach with his hand audiably making renamon wince and shift. Her pussy now gaping began to ooze out a bit of stuffing from the impact, and a bit of it hit the fire with a loud sizzle.

And now the finishing touch..." Said digitamon, stuffign a carrot into her with all of his strength to cork her, the carrot roughly bjabbing into her pussy and thru her cervix. "There, one roast, big tited fox. Another thirty minutes, and we'll be good to go no this order..." He gave her stomach another whack illiciting another pain gasp from Renamon and then backed up, slammign the glass door shut again. Immdieatly renamon could feel the heat skyrocket again in the oven as the door contained the hot air and circled it up to wreck havoc with her tits. Thogu hthe worst was yet ot come, as he hit a button on the side, and suddenly the spit began rotating her fli[pping her again, and then again, as renamon realzied that now both her sides had had a chance to cook,. and she was fulyl stuffed, the machine was now goign to keep her roating to keep her meat from burning.