...My little cutey-pie. I want you to get on your hands and knees." Ogremon commanded. Renamon did as she was told. Ogremon sat down on the ground in front of her stretching and flexing his legs, feet, and toes. Renamon, whose face is no more than two feet away from him can clearly smell his sweaty musky scent.

"That little spar we had has gotten me all sweaty." Ogremon mused. Renamon gulped as she stared at Ogremon's Bare feet with his toes splayed, and between them she could see straight down main street and it did not look pretty. But for some reason instead of wanting to vomit. Her mouth began to water.

"I think I could use a good tongue cleaning. I want you to...