A Hug From Renamon (Patreon)

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Illustration by Drgnalexia 

It was a long day of work, the commute was tedious and you got home a lot later than you intended. You struggle just to keep your head held up, trying your best not to nod off as you walked from the station back to your house. Upon entering through the front door, you notice that the house is a lot more quiet than normal, usually you’re companion would be watching TV or making herself a snack in the kitchen. However, it was at that moment that you felt something soft and cushy press up against the back of your head, surprising you for a moment before you realized who it was. Lifting your head up, you see the stoic and lonely-looking Renamon staring down at you, your head rested against her soft chest fluff as she gently places her paws on your shoulders.

You let out a relaxed exhale in response as a smile spreads across your face, feeling the urge to lay back and rest against her chest fluff. However, given how late it was and with dinner long past due, you step forward and put your bag on the counter as you head towards the kitchen. Renamon’s paws slide off your shoulders as you walk away, reaching back out to you with her arms outstretched, looking disappointed while watching you step towards the kitchen. The Kitsune Digimon puffs her cheeks with a pouty expression as she suddenly vanishes, only to reappear right in front of you before you can exit the living room. Renamon startles, but by now you’re used to seeing her appear out of nowhere on the regular.

However, now she’s blocking your way into the kitchen. You lean to both the left and right, seeing if she will step aside for you to enter, before taking notice of her pouty-looking face. “Rena?” You ask, staring at her curiously as she just looks down at you with her puffy cheeks. “Hmph…” she lets out a huff, reaching her paws out towards you with her arms wide open. Not clear on the gesture, you look back into her eyes as you tilt your head curiously. After standing before you for a couple of seconds, the Renamon let out another huff as she waved her paws, beckoning you to approach as if demanding a hug.

It hadn’t been very long since the Digimon moved in, but she had made it clear that she enjoys being close to you, be it sitting next to you on the couch, scooting her chair up to you while you eat, or even watching nearby while you work at your desk. At the very least, she would always prefer to be in close proximity with you, but this gesture took you by surprise, as it seemed like she was demanding a hug. You couldn’t deny that her big powerful arms and fluffy chest indeed looked welcoming, and by now, you knew better than to keep her waiting. Complying, you step forward with a nervous gulp while looking deep into her stoic eyes, when she suddenly wraps her arms around you and pulls you in.

“Oh!” You let out a small gasp as you’re taken into a needy but gentle hug, feeling her arms squeeze you tightly as your face now rests against her incredibly fluffy mane. As you feel your cheeks growing warm, you look back up to the yellow fox, her expression mostly unchanged but looking slightly less pouty. In fact, she looked a bit happy now. Before you could say anything, she then places her paw on the back of your head and pulls your face back into her fluff. You can’t help but whimper softly as the sweet smell of her well-groomed fur enters your nostrils, taking a deep breath as your shoulders go limp. It’s only now that you come to realize that you had never actually touched her chest fur. You always knew it looked soft and cushy, but this was the first time you had ever felt it.

Not only was her mane as soft as a cushion, but it was so fluffy that it nearly enveloped your entire head. It felt like your face was buried in the world's most expensive pillow, relaxing as you continue to breathe in the sweet smell of her snow-white fur. Now that Renamon has you where she wants you, she gives you another loving squeeze, getting another whimper out of you as you’re pulled further into her comforting hold. At that moment, you begin to forget about dinner, the exhausting stress of your long day at work dripping from your memory and replaced by the expanse of seemingly endless fluff cradling your head. Never before had your mind been so empty, so awash with bliss that nothing else mattered but the comfort you felt in that one moment.

As your mind calms, you begin to drift off, feeling as if you were sinking further and further into her soft fluff, surrendering to her deep comfort and affection. Feeling a difference in your breathing patterns, Renamon begins stroking the back of your head, easing you to sleep as you slowly go limp in her arms. Once you’re finally out, Renamon uses her right hand to scoop you off your feet, keeping her other arm wrapped around your back while carrying you as if you were a sleeping child. Turning off the kitchen light, she then carries you to your room where she sits on the side of your bed.

With a complacent sigh, the Renamon just sits there quietly as she strokes the top of your head, watching over you as you sleep in her large arms. After a few minutes of holding you, she looks over to the bed, wondering if she should tuck you in. Her cheeks just puff again as she looks back down at you, she didn’t want to let you go, she didn’t even want to let the bed have you, she knew that you would be comfier in her arms than a cheap ol mattress. However, after letting out a long silent yawn, she knew that she also would have to turn in soon. With a soft sigh, she pulled off the covers and gently placed you on your side scooting up next to you as she pulled the covers back up, and snuggled you back into her chest. Feeling your warm breath against her fluff, she couldn’t help but blush as she gives you a small kiss on the forehead.