Keywords: Transformation, Magic, Merging, Latex, Scifi Species: Renamon, human Training the Trainer I've had a thing about Renamon's going around in my head for a while now. This one sort of has been clawing at me to get out while I should have been doing other things. It has taken a few days, which loosely explains the ordering of the story. Anyway, hopefully some will like. If not, well, don't read it then. :} --------------------------------------------------------------------- Training the Trainer By Wolphin Like all things, it was easy to see the mistake in hindsight. What is one of the first things they teach you? When working with machines, make sure they are turned off. I probably should have done that. I work, or make that worked, at a certain government installation. I'm not supposed to say what went on there, although just about everyone knows. We had the largest and fasted computer system in the world. At least we liked to think we did. It was definitely larger than any of the civilian systems; there may have been a few other governments who could rival us, but not a lot. We used all that computing power for modelling systems, massive amounts of number crunching. We did it all. We modelled nuclear explosions, weather patterns, climate change, and artificial life, anything that people with the right clearance wanted. I was one of the technicians. Most of the time I did not do too much. If the system was up, it was good. If the system was down, then I was the one trying to explain to the boss what happened. That's where I was when the incident occurred. I was in one of our main machine rooms, I had the back off one of the cabinets and was poking around, trying to isolate a fault. It should not have been a problem, except someone decided to power up the cabinet. Suddenly a large amount of voltage was running through me. Even now, I don't know what happened. Strange electrical impulses, maybe some of the other classified research projects were running at the same time. All I know is there was a sharp pain and my body went numb. I could not move, I was frozen to the spot. Then, it seemed to happen in slow motion, there was a blue flash over my fingers and they started to melt away, the pain increasing, beyond the point of agony. My legs were doing the same, a strange electrical blue travelling up them, hitting my torso, vaporising it before snapping over my head. It was slow motion to me, but to those watching, in an instant I was gone. I never really woke, it was more a growing awareness. A strange sense of being and suddenly I was. I was not sure, what I was, but I was something. I was not sure where I was either, but I was definitely somewhere. It was dark, but with strange shimmering, I began to concentrate on the shimmering and they grew into patterns. Eerily familiar, but yet strange patterns. Some were very regular, rigid and rectangular. Others were more random, flowing lines. Clusters of lines moved, shimmering. If I stared, I began to become aware of outlines. The clusters solidified into ghostly humanoid shadows, the lines faded into walls. Something clicked within my mind and I realised I must be seeing the electrical fields of things. That would explain the differing intensities and colours of the lines. My brain found it quite easy to accept, staring at the world in the new perspective. I could tell I was still in the main computer room, a cluster of people gathered around a darker spot. I realised the darker spot was me. The former me. I had always wondered what it would be like to die. This was not what I expected. I had been hoping for angels blowing trumpets. I looked down at myself, I could not really say I was human, vaguely humanoid perhaps, but not human. I ran my hand against the nearest computer cabinet, my fingers passed straight through the metal, connecting with the bright lines that must represent the main power bus. There was a delicious tingle, I breathed in, feeling my body sucking the power from the line. I felt a bang and the entire cabinet went dead. The people crowded around my body jumped. One of them moved over to the now dead cabinet, peering at it. I could hear them speak. "Breaker tripped," one was saying. "That's just wrong dude," said another. "That's it," said someone with authority. "This place goes down until it gets fully checked out." The group shuffled towards the exit, I followed, occasionally reaching into cabinets, feeling that intoxicating tingle, but pulling back before any damage was done. I was quite disappointed a few minutes later when the entire room suddenly went dark. They had killed the main feed, isolating the room and leaving me inside. That was not a problem though, I just glided through the door. Being a ghost was interesting. I could float around; it was not really stimulating though. There was not much I could do. I did not have a physical presence so to speak. I could not open a door, but I could pass through it. I could not open a book, but I had learnt to focus my attention to be able to read one that was already open. One of the bizarre things that happened was I lost all sense of time. I stepped into one of the transformer substations and was warming myself up on one of the main feed lines. I had got some practise now and was quite good and leeching power, but not leeching too much, when I stepped out again, the world was covered in snow. It had not been winter when I died. I drifted over towards down and found myself being drawn towards a little café. They had a few Internet terminals on the side and I positioned myself in front of it. Feeling foolish, I let my fingers sink into the keyboard. Wow. I thought tapping power was a rush. It was nothing compared to connecting to the Internet. Suddenly I was everywhere, I could contact anywhere and I could do anything. Knowledge was mine and with knowledge came understanding. I was not a ghost. I was digital. My fingers drew back into my hands and I was standing in front of the terminal again. It suddenly made a great deal of sense. I was a digital being. I wanted to shout, but I had no mouth. I glanced around at the occupants of the café. They were oblivious to me. All except one; the girl in the corner, she seemed to be staring right at me. Her ghostly features projected over the electrical impulses of her nervous system. I glided through the crowd towards her. She blinked as I moved, then shook her head, as if dismissing a thought. I looked at her screen; she was looking at a Digimon fan page. I shook my head, that could not be a coincidence. Her avatar was of a Renamon, but she logged off before I had a chance to look further. She stood up and I realised my estimation of her age was a few years off. I would have guessed she was in her early twenties. A little mousy, she reminded me somehow of a geek. She stepped forward suddenly, passing right thought me. I felt a tingle and she gave a gasp, paused for a moment, then continued towards the door. I followed, drifting behind her. She left the café and lead me down the street, then onto the subway. I had never visited the subway in this form before. I sat on the rails, watching her and sucking on the power until the train ran over me. As the train pulled out of the station, I shifted with it, binding myself to a transformer and looking through the floor at the girl. It was with some reluctance I let go and followed her as she got off. She entered an apartment block and I stood next to her in the lift, drifting through her door as she dumped her bag and disappeared into the bathroom. She clearly was a little obsessed with Digimon. Her room was a virtual shrine. I was not that familiar with them myself, I had been vaguely aware of them in my physical form, but she seemed to have hundreds of them. There were pictures on the walls, plush toys, figurines not to mention the cards and games. I was still poking about when she returned from the bathroom wearing a loose fitting pair of pyjamas. She sat on her bed and began to thumb through a magazine. I approached slowly, I was not sure what I was going to do exactly, but tentatively I reached out and ran a finger down her spine. I could see the glowing tip of my finger mixing with her primary nervous system and she flinched. I pulled back slightly and traced my other hand over her shoulder. To that she gave a slight moan and reached one hand up, passing through my own to stroke down her skin. Encouraged, I slipped behind her and pressed gently at her back, as if I was giving a massage. She gave another moan and rolled her shoulders. She began to lean back, her hands rubbing over the front of her pyjama top and I carefully shifted to her side, tracing a fingertip from under her chin, down her front and in a small circle around her naval. She responded by bringing her hands up and squeezing gently at her breasts, arching herself up in a very catlike manner. I smiled and stroked down slowly, tracing down first her outer thigh, then slipping my paw in and teasing at her inner thigh. Again she gave a lusty groan, one hand slipping inside her top, the fingers teasing and tweaking at her stiff nipple, her second hand delving down deeper, slipping down the inside of her pyjama pants and rubbing over her mound. I could see her nervous system beginning to increase its activity, the erogenous zones on her body beginning to almost glow. I began to pay them attention, my fingers tickling gently at her earlobes, then moving to the opposite end of her body and tracing lazy figure eights across the soles of her feet. Next I caressed over her collar bone before mirroring her own teasing over her nipples and breasts. By this stage she was moaning loudly, her fingers delving deep into her sex, the heel of her palm pressing up against her clitoris, her legs spread wide, exposing her to my own ghostly body. I pressed my hand over hers, feeling it sink into hers, my fingers spreading out, joining with her nerves, stimulating them directly in a way she would never be able to. She tensed, the spasmed, giving a bestial groan as her orgasm claimed her. I could feel it, the blissful shock travelling up by fingers, joining me to her mind, increasing my stimulation and her pleasure, her desires willing me to push deeper and harder until it all went black. There was a groan, one of deep exertion and another of pure satisfaction, followed by sudden silence. The groans came from two sources. The world was still dark. I opened an eye, finding it natural even after a period of not having them. I was lying on a bed. Beside me was the girl. She was the one with the satisfied groan, but now it became a gasp of surprise and she sat bolt upright in bed, then gave another gasp. "It's you!" she cried. "Umm, yes?" I responded, my voice strange, not how it had been, somehow softer, sultry somehow, but even those hesitant words hinted of great power. I lifted my head, then looked down at myself. I was covered in a thick coat of yellow and white fur. That was enough for me, I knew what I had become. A Renamon. I blinked and looked in the mirror, piercing blue eyes looked back at me, long white tipped ears arched from the back of my head. A thick white furry mane circled my neck, diminishing down my chest in a large ruff. The furry spines that emerged from my shoulder blades were just visible when I turned. A thick golden tail twitched behind me, its tip tipped white like my ears. My feet had lengthened along with my legs, thick muscular thighs and a narrow tapered waist. My fingers had merged into three digits with an additional thumb, and along with my toes, were tipped with a large black claw. My face was vaguely fox like, but my muzzle was almost reminiscent of a mouse. I stretched, my body moving fluidly, muscles moving beneath my pelt. I splayed out my fingers, wiggling them before pulling myself into an upright position. I was defiant. "I'm outta here," I announced, my paws meeting the carpet as I stood. "No," she replied. It was not a request, it was an order. "And how do you expect to keep me here?" I asked, with a slight leer. She pointed at me. I could see something beginning to form around her wrist. That strange electric sparkle before something solid began to form. A sort of bracelet, it wove itself into existence, deep purple in colour with a flat spot on the upper side. I began to get a bad feeling about this. She pressed the spot on top of the device, a beam shooting out and hitting me. It did not hurt per say, but I could feel it, doing something, changing me. Gauntlets began to form around my wrists. Large purple ones that wound up towards my elbows. Matching leggings appears against my legs, winding up from my ankles to over my knees, but I could feel something else, something delving deeper into my mind. My thoughts changing, I was becoming something. A protector. I would follow and serve my charge, I was a Renamon, it was what I did. The beam stopped and I bowed my head. "Mistress," I acknowledged with a polite bow. I knew she had changed me, but I was not sure quite how that made me feel. "Good Renamon," she said, giving a nod in response to my bow. "I always knew you were real." "Of course," I agreed, she must be right, for here I was. For a few moments there was silence, my head was beginning to absorb what had happened, I was going to start asking questions when there was a knock at the door. My trainer looked at me. "Hide," she ordered. I do not know how I did it, but I did what seemed to be natural to me and faded out of reality. The world became a swimming world of electrons and I know I had disappeared from my trainer's view, although I suspected she could still sense me. Now I could see the outline of another human through the door, the nervous system indicated it was female. My trainer stood and moved towards the other shape, the door opened and they spoke. Much to my surprise, my trainer moved forward and kissed the second shape. Neurons flared in both their bodies and I peered forward curiously. The sex life of humans seemed strangely distant to me, but I was sure this was not a union required for procreation. They kissed again, then my trainer pulled the other towards the bed and I noticed clothes being discarded. My trainer pushed the other woman onto the bed, then stood up slowly. "I have something to show you," I heard her say in a sultry teasing voice, before slipping towards the bathroom. I felt myself compelled to follow and drifted through the door. "Are you here?" asked my trainer to the empty room. "Yes," I replied, allowing my body to reform out of thin air. "Good," nodded my trainer. "We are going to try a power-up." I raised an eyebrow. I had no clue what a power-up was, but it was already too late. My trainer had brought up her glove and pressed the disk on the back of it. She began to glow and levitated from the floor, hovering a few inches above it and drifting towards me. I found myself frozen to the spot, my arms and legs splaying out as my trainer began to push into my chest. Merging with my trainer was a sensation completely alien to me, but yet so natural, it was pure instinct. I felt myself loosing my physical form, shifting to my digital self, but then beginning to coalesce around my trainer, bonding with her, my programming tying with her DNA, producing something new. Her fragile human self cocooned in a web of thickening shell of organic digital information. I felt myself beginning to take control, our form solidifying into a more familiar Renamon, but with some unexpected twists. By myself, I had some feminine traits, but was androgynous. Merged with my trainer, we were female, our chest now had nipples hidden beneath the fur and we could feel a sex almost tingling between our legs. It was a strange feeling, my thoughts mixing with those of my trainer, swirling around into a strange cohesive whole. I lifted my head, looking into the mirror, all signs of my trainer had vanished, leaving me furred as before, but I knew the change was not yet over. Familiar gauntlets appeared over our wrists, the rubbery material oozing up higher than before, almost reaching our shoulders. The leg guards also appeared, but these lengthened into long boots, the outer sides literally reaching our hips, while the insides brushed over our inner thigh. To my surprise another item of clothing began to form, growing over our underside, a single one-piece outfit grew. The substance thickening to an almost rubbery texture, pulling tight around our waist almost like a corset, forcing our breasts to push against it while at the same time contracting against our sex. Spots formed in it, melting holes, so our fur could poke through on the sides, a matching hole over our belly, while the material descended low down over our spine. I watched the change in the mirror, a sleek and powerful Renamon looked back at us, but this one was decidedly sexual as well. This was a Renamon who would be called Mistress... I stretched slowly, revelling in the sensations. I could feel my trainer, but she was distant, a mere observer, feeding me desires, but definitely not in control. I stepped from the bathroom and looked over the girl on the bed. The name Beth slipped from my trainer's mind as well as some rather explicit memories of previous encounters. "Hello Beth," I purred, catching her in surprise from where she was day dreaming on the bed. "Holy crap," snapped Beth as she caught sight of me. "Something wrong?" I asked, posing slightly so the light glinted off my boots. I knew Beth had a thing for latex and boots. "Are you a Renamon?" asked Beth, pulling the sheets up around her naked body. "Yes," I replied, sitting myself down on the edge of the bed and running a gloved paw over the sheet that covered Beth's leg. I could tell she liked it, I could see the electrical stimulation of her nerves increasing and spreading out across her body. Somewhere, hidden inside me, my trainer smiled. "Where is Tracy?" asked Beth, shivering from my touch. "My trainer is... indisposed," I answered, choosing my words carefully, reading her mind for the best response. "She asked me to... entertain you while she was gone..." "Entertain huh?" replied Beth. "What do you do?" "I've been told I give excellent massages," I responded. That line had been straight from my trainer. "How good?" asked Beth warily. "Orgasmic," I replied in all seriousness. "You think you could give me an orgasm from a massage?" scoffed Beth. "Yes," I answered in my sultry voice. "I could do things to you, you've never had done before... I could provide pleasure in ways that would blow your mind and leave you grovelling to feel the sensations again." I allowed myself a smirk as I noticed Beth's nervous system pulse again, this time her erogenous zones flaring brighter. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" I purred, leaning in closer, feeding off my trainer's knowledge of the woman before me. "To feel yourself be taken so completely... so deeply..." "Yes..." replied Beth before blinking and shaking her head. "I mean no... I mean..." I chuckled before pushing Beth down on her back. "Just relax then," I grinned, allowing my paws to stroke over her shoulders. "We'll find out what you like..." Beth started to say something, then shivered as I stroked, becoming silent. My paws moved gently over her skin, tracing out random patterns as I carefully slipped myself into position. I eased the sheet out of the way, then straddled her hips, allowing myself a purr as I felt my covered sex press against her mound. I gripped her hips gently, curling my legs around hers before moving my paws down, gently massaging her breasts, working my claws over her nipples until they each stood proudly from her chest. My trainer was feeding me information about Beth's likes and in return I was feeding my trainer the sensations I was feeling. My own nipples stiffening and I could feel my sex start to moisten. Gradually I allowed my fur to slip into the digital realm, sinking into Beth's body I began to stimulate her nerves. "That it," I murmured. "Just relax and enjoy the sensations..." I smiled to myself; somewhere deep inside my consciousness I could feel my trainer beginning to moan, the sensations she was receiving a mixture of mine and those I were picking up from Beth. I began to concentrate my attention on Beth's outer lips, pressing the latex that covered my sex against them, feeling them spread as the invisible tendrils of fur stimulated her nerves. Both Beth and my trainer began to loose their conscious thoughts, something I encouraged with soft words, lustful images and even more stimulation. Sensing their vulnerability, I pressed down hard, slipping into my digital form, encasing both women who found themselves pressed against each other. They both arched and gasped in unison, their bodies spasming as they came, their defences down and fully open to a skilled programmer... It was interesting seeing them wake, each dressed in a suit of digital latex that matched my own. A rich purple colour, but where mine was open to allow my fur out, theirs were enclosed with golden yellow latex, the faux Renamon head over their own somehow adding to their cuteness. "Hello ladies," I purred softly, reaching out an invisible tendril of digital information to caress their bodied. "Hello Mistress," they chimed back before both gasping. I smiled to myself. A trainer becomes a disciple. Of course, I had seen this desired in her mind when she joined with me. It was not what she intended, but she was very glad it had happened. I looked over her blank face, oh yes, so very glad indeed. I left my two playthings in each other's company and drifted through the floor and back to the street. I was not sure if I would return, the world of human's was a complicated one, but it did have its rewards... so many rewards...