The Mon in the Mirror

Mon in the Mirror: Redux

Chapter One: “The Mon in the Mirror”

Written by Notorious, Revised by agz

"Now Renamon," Mr. Wong said, as he busily viewed the data on his PC quickly in what looked like a vertical flood of green ones and zeros. "I don't want you touching this machine...it's very experimental, and Rika would never forgive me if your digital matrix becamed harmed...I wouldn't forgive myself either."

Renamon was busy writing some new battle formations she wanted to try in the next battle with the D-Reaper. Ever since Jeri had vanished, things had gotten serious. No matter what she and everyone else tried to do, D-Reaper only seemed to become stronger, and stronger. Everyone had become extremely cold and machine-like, thinking only of the next attack, or how to make the next slash better than the last. Rika had been reorganizing her card deck and buying expensive promos ever since the disappearance. Takato had been especially quiet--Renamon couldn't help but wonder if Jeri's vanishing had affected him especially. Henry, and Mr. Wong had been the only ones that remained somewhat normal--or as normal as they had been before it all.

"Renamon, did you hear me?" Mr. Wong said. He was now standing right in front of her. "It’s very important you don't touch the OmniForce Device. I just finished loading the latest schematics, and it's very unstable."

Renamon looked up from her planning, and sighed, swishing her tail lightly against the cold metal floor. Mr. Wong had insisted that she sit in a chair, but Renamon had flatly refused. This was no time for luxuries such as comfort. The floor was hard, and freezing cold, and Renamon thought that was good. In a warrior's day, there is no retirement from daily training. A warrior always trains, both physically and mentally, even when he or she isn't training. It's perpetual motion. Even small things, such as sitting on a cold metal floor, were important to the daily training. At least to Renamon.

"Does this mean," Renamon began, speaking softly. "That I cannot check my battle plans on the internet?"

Renamon had come into Mr. Wong's private lab to write her battle plans in private, because everywhere else was noisy, and unprofessional. Mr. Wong appreciated the art of silence, so she had asked him for special admission for a few hours. She figured while she was there she could check her battle plans against past human war battles. Since she was in the real world, and ideas from her home hadn't worked against this creature, it was only logical to try real world ideas. If Mr. Wong hadn't finished on this OmniForce Device (OFD) that he had been building in his "spare time," that he claimed would prove as a surefire way to at least slow D-Reaper down drastically. He still hadn't told anyone what it did exactly. Mr. Wong shook his head solemnly.

"I know I promised you could use my computer," he said, running his hand through his hair. "But the data I just wrote up is still loading into the main computer of the OFD. It'll take quite a while. Anything that needs an outlet has been acting up or going slowly ever since the D-Reaper started to grow."

Renamon frowned, and sprung up to her feet to talk to Mr. Wong. For some reason, he looked a bit uneasy. She noticed that he had his clipboard in his free hand hanging down casually over his crotch area. He hadn't moved it since standing up from the computer section. She looked over at the large steel archway in front of the computer that was labeled "OmniForce Device" in spray-painted stencil at the top. A lot of it was open and panels were missing, revealing what had to be thousands of red, green, and blue wires. A large, hastily-thrown-together antennae was resting atop the pinnacle of the arch. Renamon noted the white cord leading from the computer tower to what looked like a small electronic calculator panel on the side of the archway. The panel was open as if it were on a hinge, revealing a large patchy computer chip under a glass cover. A small bundle-string of wires came through a hole in the glass to the panel itself.

"What does that do anyway?" Renamon asked, quickly glancing at the clipboard, and then back to Mr. Wong's face. He was blushing a bit. "You haven't told anyone what it does."

Mr. Wong shrugged.

"I don't have time to explain, I have to take care of some business," Mr. Wong said quickly. "I'll be back soon. You can still use the room to write, but just don't touch the computer."

And with that, he turned around and started off toward the door.

"OOF!"

And tripped over one of the stray cords on the ground. Down he went with a clatter. With amazing reflexes, Mr. Wong grabbed the board and ran out of the room, but it was too slow--Renamon's eagle-eyes still saw the huge erection he had been hiding. Suddenly, she knew where he was off to. She must've had a strong effect on him by just sitting on the floor.

“Humans are so silly,” Renamon said with a rare smirk.

Five Minutes Later ...

Mr. Wong still hadn't returned from his sudden exit. Renamon was sitting cross-legged alone on the lab floor doing some final editing to her latest battle plan.

Rika slashes a Speed Digivolution card, she thought. And then as D-Reaper is distracted ... Henry slashes a Speed FX card, and Takato increases Guilimon's strength somehow ... I always forget which cards he has... they have a way of just appearing. So once that's all in place, D-Reaper will try to stop me as Taomon and Takato and Henry will blitz him ...

Renamon swished her soft fluffy tail a bit, and rubbed her chin in deep thought.

Now is that right, or was it the other way around? she thought to herself. I can't remember from the Digitmon TCG battle strategy web page Rika was telling me about ...

Renamon thought for a second, and then turned her head to the abandoned computer, which was still uploading data. She raised an eyebrow.

But Henry's father told me not to... her moral-self told her.

But Henry's father isn't here, replied her warrior-instincts.

She smiled, and got to her feet, taking a quick look at the door to make sure it was closed, and then she walked the short distance to the comfortable computer chair, and she sat down uneasily. She ignored the lack of hardness, and went about pausing and minimizing the OFD window, and opened up Mr. Wong's browser, yawned sleepily, and punched in the letters and symbols of the underground TCG game site where Rika got some of her basic techniques. Taking a look at the huge metal archway in font of the desk, she accidentally hit the "TAB" key, making the computer switch windows back to the OFD's binary data page, but the browser window was still on top, so Renamon didn't even notice as she hit the "ENTER" key.

WHIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Renamon jumped up from her seat, looking in the direction from which the noise came from, ready to fight. Her eyes were greeted with the sight of the archway coming to life. Lights were shining brightly, screens were flashing, and the computer screen had begun its vertical scrolling of data once more. Renamon noticed the platform under the archway had also started to glow almost radioactively.

"Huh?" Renamon grunted, looking around. All the stray wires around the lab had also started making the same low noise, and were are also glowing strangely. Renamon walked around the computer table, and in front of the archway. Curiously, she stuck her head in, and then stumbled in, her whole body falling onto the platform. There was a sound like a loud clash of thunder, and an even more brilliant flash, and when both had subsided, Renamon instinctively did a backflip out of the arch, and assumed a battle stance.

"What the--" she exclaimed. What she saw as the smoke cleared from the archway nearly made her flip backwards again out of shock. Standing there, in their full glory, fur, gloves, ying-yangs and all was...

"Me?" both Renamon said in stereo. "No way!"

Then Renamon started to move to the left. She saw her "reflection," do the same. It blinked when she blinked, moved when she moved, and even breathed when she breathed. She assumed it was a mirror until-

"Who the hell are you?" the "Reflection" said angrily.

"Who the hell are YOU?" Renamon said in the same angry tone.

"I'm Renamon," went the reflection.

"I'm Renamon," went Renamon hotly.

"No I'm Renamon," the reflection insisted.

"I am Renamon, you imposter," said Renamon, resuming her battle stance once again. It was clear that this was no reflection- at least not in the way Renamon had thought initially. The mirror effect returned as both Renamon leaped backwards and up into the air, suspended there for a second until--

"DIAMOND STORM!" they both cried, and shards of digital diamond dust was sprayed from their hands, moved slowly forward for a millisecond, and then started flying at them at ungodly speeds. Both Renamon ducked. With their attacks done, they fell back to Earth landing catlike on their feet. If it weren't for the fact the lab was heavily soundproofed for Mr. Wong's louder experiments, someone would have walked in to see this sight.

Renamon and Renamon landed in their original positions, a few yards from each other. Renamon and MirrorRenamon (so you don't get confused) were both breathing hard from all the excitement. Then at the same time suddenly, they both sprang forward yelling their battle cries. When they were only inches from each other they leapt up into the air, suspending gravity as they began delivering lightning fast punches and roundhouses, both of them letting loose the same one at the same exact time. They punched at the same time, ducked at the same time, screamed at the same time, and kicked at the same time. The only difference between the two was the fact that when Renamon kicked her left foot, MirrorRenamon would kick right, and vice-versa. Same thing with their punches. Then Renamon stopped suddenly to think what to do.

MirrorRenamon wasn't so thoughtful and punched Renamon square in the nose, causing her to bite her tongue painfully. She opened her mouth again but didn't put her tongue back in- it hurt too much. While Renamon's eyes were closed, MirrorRenamon acted quickly.

"DIAMOND STORM!" she cried, and Renamon instinctively replied "DIAMOND STORM!" and the attacks collided in mid-air causing a slight explosion. Not caring, the two fox-Digimon raced into the fog, and were now unable to see each other. Or at least until MirrorRenamon's foot came flying out of nowhere, and Renamon caught it inches from her face. Renamon grunted and struggled as MirrorRenamon was trying her damnedest to still kick her with the same momentum. MirrorRenamon, still suspended in the air somehow twisted around trying to land an Enzeguri (roundhouse counter) but only ended up hanging upside down as Renamon held her in a modified ankle lock. They both struggled, and grunted, and then fell back down to the cold metal floor of the lab with a great crash. When they landed, they didn't move for a moment.

Renamon let go of MirrorRenamon's leg, and then suddenly realized their akward positioning.

She was staring straight into the crotch of her own two legs--or MirrorRenamon's legs, anyway. On the other side, MirrorRenamon noticed the same thing, in reverse. They were in a perfect sixty-nine position. Their eyes widened, and they both sprang up and backed away several feet from each other. Neither of them said anything. They were just looking each other up and down. Renamon couldn't help herself from noticing all the curves, and whatnot that she hadn't noticed before. She...or MirrorRenamon rather, was just so sexy. Her breasts had started to poke out from their hiding place under MirrorRenamon's ruffled fur, and Renamon knew hers were, too. MirrorRenamon's inside thigh was also matted down with lubrication, and as Renamon felt her own juices trickling down her leg, she knew she was too. Without a word they both started to walk towards each other in the center of the room.

One Step.

Two Steps.

Three Steps.

Four Steps.

LEAP!

They jumped into the air once again, but this time they caught each other in mid-air in a loving hug and began to explore each other's mouths with their thin fox-tongues, and they floated back down to Earth, and lay on the ground, Renamon on top, and MirrorRenamon on the bottom still kissing. Renamon put her right leg on the inside of MirorRenamon's and began grinding her knee into her pussy. Her leg now in between Renamon's as well, her reflection did the same. They moaned softly, as they continued their actions. Renamon could not believe she was having sex with herself! The very concept was mind-boggling, and as much as she wanted to understand, she didn't want to let go. She finally was in the embrace of the person she wanted most--the only person that she could ever bring herself to pleasure unselfishly--

Herself.

Then, she opened her eyes looking into her eyes, kissing her lips, and grinding herself into herself. The whole situation was the most erotic one she'd experienced in her entire life, and although she'd never had sex with a partner of the same sex before, somehow, looking into her own eyes, and having them look back at her, she felt like everything would be okay. After all, if you can't trust yourself, who can you trust?

Reading each other's minds without even a look, or any sign of visible communication, They both stood up, their entire legs moist and glistening with their juices, and embraced in yet another long loving kiss. MirrorRenamon, and Renamon at the same time then slowly inserted their middle fingers into their counterpart's slit, going in and out ...in and out, slowly at first, and then as fast. Faster. Faster, and using their natural Digimon speed, they soon fingered each so other fast, no human eye would ever see anything more than a blur.

"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" they cried in stereo. "More! Give me more!"

Renamon felt an orgasm ready to spring at her, and pushed MirrorRenamon away. MirrorReanmon was about to push her at that same moment, but didn't, finally realizing that she had to ignore her instincts for this to work. MirrorRenamon easily withstood the impact of being pushed so hard, and lay on her back at first, and then leaned on her elbows so that her back was arched upwards. Then slowly, she spread her damp legs to reveal her even wetter pussy. Renamon ignored her thoughts to do the same, and walked as seductively as she could over to her reflection. She wasn't used to trying to come off as a sexy Digimon- she never really tried, but with this particular Digimon she felt a certain obligation to impress.

"...I'm ready," MirrorRenamon said awkwardly, also trying to turn Renamon on. "Treat me like no other..."

And with that, Renamon fell to her knees a few inches from MirrorRenamon, and gave her hole a test lick. She'd never eaten out another girl before, and didn't know what it would taste like. She was surprised to find obvious hints of strawberry there, and gave a few more tentative licks. She paused, and took a look at her own face, just a foot away, then looked back to the job at hand.

Here goes nothing, she thought, and started licking again, only this time not being tentative at all. She gave long licks, short licks, teasing licks, and every other lick she could think of. MirrorRenamon was breathing heavily, her head thrown back, and she was sweating heavily. It wasn’t until Renamon started to suck on her rosebud-like clit, that she began moaning. Seeing this effect, it became Renamon's main point of focus. MirrorRenamon then wrapped her legs around Renamon's neck and pulled her in, trying to get as much of her tongue as possible. She shuddered and let out a great sigh before launching her cum onto the face of Renamon. Fortunately, Renamon could sense when she was about to have an orgasm, and closed her eyes so as not to get anything in them.

She lapped up the dripping she-cum on her chin and around her mouth, savoring every drop. Then she looked up at the still-shuddering face of MirrorRenamon, and pushed her again (lighter this time). MirrorRenamon, now laying completely flat, except for her legs which were still bent as if she were about to do sit-ups. She opened her legs again, and pulled Renamon up towards her, so that once again they were in their initial position, and they began to kiss once again, only this time MirrorRenamon and Renamon were both swallowing the cum still dripping from Renamon's face, and Renamon was laying in between her legs, humping and grinding her cunt with that of MirrorRenamon's as hard as she could, trying desperately to capitalize on the distant spark of an orgasm that she felt deep within herself. Once again using her speed, she became a yellow/white blur from the waist down.

She felt it boil inside her, like she was standing on train tracks, running against oncoming traffic, wanting to be hit. Wanting to feel that sudden rush of energy, and wanting to feel it for as long as possible. She wanted it, she ached for it, and as she continued to madly hump MirrorRenamon like there was no tomorrow, she felt it become a spark, and then a flame. She felt it transfigure itself into a small blaze, something more. Feeling as if electricity was traveling between the two she felt the fire burn, and become a conflagration, of the deepest love anyone can feel. The love for themselves. Anyone can be selfish for themselves in sex, but this was more than that. It was like being selfish for two people at the same time, and even more selfish for herself at the same time. The excitement of having lesbian sex with herself was too much to bear.

too much to bear...

And then suddenly that little blaze had become a five-alarm fire.

"I'M CUMMMINNNGGGGG!" she screamed to herself, breaking the kiss. Sure enough, she felt the longest and most powerful orgasm in her life. For nearly a minute, she spasmed, and moaned, and screamed, and dripped so much of her juice that it had created a small puddle beneath MirrorRenamon's body. Exhausted, she collapsed atop of MirrorRenamon, who once again wrapped her legs around the backside of Renamon in a vice-like grip and humped as much as she could, until she was on the train tracks once again, and the fire built up within her.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Oh god, Oh god, Ohgod, Ohgod, Ohgod Ohgod Ohgod OhgodOhgodOhgodOhgodOhgodOhgodOhgodOhgod- OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!"

She screamed and erupted into a powerful orgasm, though weaker than Renamon's, and began to gush her strawberry liquid, adding to Renamon's outburst.

"Are you finished?" asked Renamon, her warrior-voice gone, sounding like a little girl. "...is it over?"

And she stood up weakly, trembling to the Achilles’ heels with exhaustion and the shockwaves of her past super-orgasm. MirrorRenamon, also weak, only sat up still resting in the pool of cum below her looking very much undisturbed.

"I...I guess so," she said, her eyes watering sadly. She knew what her twin was about to do. "...yes...we're finished."

Renamon sighed and began to do something she had never done in her entire warrior life. She began to cry.

"You know what you have to do," MirrorRenamon said wiping a tear from her eye. Then she closed her eyes as tightly as she could. Renamon began to gesticulate with her hands, into the standard attack position. She had to destroy MirrorRenamon now. She knew that if she didn't, Mr. Wong would. Whatever he had intended to use this machine for, it most likely wasn't to clone Digimon. The last thing he wanted to do was to ever play god again. The last time he had, the end result was a crimson blob engulfing the city, and Renamon knew that if he had to do it all over again, knowing what would happen, she wouldn't exist right now, and she didn't blame him. How it must feel to live with such guilt. The world could be coming to an end because he wanted to give bytes of data life. If only there wasn't evil...

But then again, without evil, can there truly be good?

Renamon didn't feel like thinking about it. MirrorRenamon was sobbing now, and it pained her to do this ...

"DIA ...

she watched a tear drop from her eyes.

MOND ...

and watched it fall to the lab floor in the puddle of their lubrication.

Sto...

...but how could she kill something she loved so much? How could she kill herself?

R...

Because ... that was what she would be doing here. The exact thing that she and the Tamers were trying their damnedest to stop. The very thing that D-Reaper said that they had desired more than life... destruction.

...

Renamon lowered her hands. MirrorRenamon, unaware, kept sobbing.

"I cannot delete you," she said with a sigh. "I love you too much ..."

She had meant to think the last words in her mind, but even if she had, MirrorRenamon would've known anyway. MirrorRenamon stood up, still dripping lubrication, walked over to Renamon and gave her a hug. A hug closer than any of the kisses they had given and received. A conversation without a word, and a thank you without a nod. They broke the hug, and Renamon looked over to Gronni, who was propped up against a wall near the OFD. She leaped over to it's location, picked it up and placed it under the archway. She and MirrorRenamon knowingly closed their eyes and ears as the machine flashed and boomed. When the smoke had cleared, Renamon reached in the device and grabbed the glider, picking it up. As she did, she found that it was still there on the platform, and she had pulled the copy from the original. She grabbed the real Gronni, placed what she believed to be the original back against the wall, and gave the other one to MirrorRenamon who had walked over to her.

"Take this," she said regaining her serious composure. "And get as far away from the city as you can. Better yet, go to Guilimon's home, and head through the digital warp field to the digital world. We will meet again someday ... something tells me that I won't be in this reality much longer either."

MirrorRenamon nodded, and gave her hero and creator a one-armed hug. She then leaped over to the window (the pane was painted black, so nobody could look in), opened it, gave one last look to her love, hopped on Gronni, and flew away. The window shut as soon as her hand left it as a prop.

Renamon looked down at the puddle, and considered cleaning it up. Then she thought about Mr. Wong's sudden exit (from which he still hadn't returned) and thought the better of it. He wouldn't mind at all. As she walked back over to the OFD to turn it off so as not to leave any evidence of what had happened, she thought about when she had mirrored Gronni, and how she still wasn't sure if she had given MirrorRenamon the original or the clone. That got her thinking about MirrorRenamon and herself. She knew that she was Renamon, had the memories, and the thoughts of Renamon ...

But which one was she? The clone or the creator?