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This story was written for Technophile34 as Day #13 of Kinktober 2018. Today's kink was "Transformation" and the story contains suggestions of F/F sex between consenting adult androids, as well as mechanical rebuilding/transformation. :3

A Chance for More

Renamon remembered pain.

She remembered her body being broken. Twisted. Scraped and smashed. She remembered feeling her yellow exterior being scratched and dented as she dragged herself across the ground, the remains of her legs rattling and scraping behind her.

She remembered systems failing. Cascading shutdowns one after the other, her body, her very mind glitching out and failing.

And yet, she wasn't dead. She wasn't de-activated and permanently offline, because she remembered all of those things, which meant that not only was her central computer core still intact, but it was back online again. Either some miracle had happened and she was in android heaven, a concept which she had always dismissed as every bit as fanciful as the likelihood of a heaven for flesh and blood creatures, or much more likely... someone was repairing her.

Sure enough, Renamon's optical processors whirred back into life just moments later, and through one functional eye she saw a face leaning up close against hers. Murmuring to itself as it worked delicately on her face, doing something that sent sharp, stabbing shocks of pain back to the Renamon android's core as a warning that someone was fiddling with very delicate portions of her anatomy. The figure in question withdrew just seconds later though, and as it did so the pain faded, and Renamon gasped softly when all of a sudden she blinked and found herself able to see through both eyes. To see the world in stereo sight for the first time in years, since an old malfunction had blown out her left eye and her owner at the time hadn't had the cash to fix it, it was wonderful. And the first thing that Renamon saw through those two blinking, wide and clear eyes, was... a Renamon.

"Hello there, beautiful."

The other android, her dimensions, her form identical to Renamon's own but her colouration immensely different, caressed Renamon's cheek with a hand whose fingertips were white, but whose forearms were bare and free from their gloves, and whose material below was a rich glossy black rather than the golden yellow that Renamon was used to seeing on her model. Her voice was firm and feminine just like Renamon's own, but there was a softness to her words. A sultry tenderness to her greeting which sent a pleasant shiver running through Renamon's body.

"Please don't be afraid. I'm fixing you up. I... I found you in quite a state. I'm not sure how much you'll remember. But, no matter what you went through before? Please. Please know that I only want to make things better for you. I only want to give you a chance for... more. More life. More feeling. More freedom. Just, more of everything that I'm sure you were denied in whatever existence you had before now."

Again that hand stroked Renamon's face, and just like her words had, that gentle touch sent a shiver running through Renamon's body. A feeling that was undeniably pleasant, but for which at first she had all but ignored simply because she hadn't been certain how to process it, how to apply her knowledge and awareness of it to her existence. Now though, feeling it again, Renamon could feel portions of her central computer core engaging which she had sealed off a long time ago. Areas that she had shut down not because she didn't want to experience what they allowed her to experience, to feel, but because the life she had led before had provided her so pitifully few opportunities in that regard that to keep those sections of her computer core even on standby had been a colossal waste of energy which could be more sensibly used for other things.

She was feeling them activate now though, not through conscious choice but because her computer core still recognised the inputs which were trying to be engaged by the other Renamon's touch. The other Renamon, the black coated Renamon was trying to make her feel good. She was trying to make her feel happy. Perhaps even to make her feel comfort, and pleasure in her touch.

And, as those systems re-engaged and yet another tremor of delight ran through Renamon's recently re-activated form, it very much seemed to be working.

For hours more, Renamon lay there, wherever there was. All she could do was look up, look at Renamon's face when the other android was there looming over her, and stare at the blank, concrete ceiling with a flickering strip-light set into it when she wasn't. Pain lanced through her at various intervals as she felt her body being worked on, repaired and rebuilt seemingly from the head down, but in the wake of that pain the same thing always followed. Feeling. She felt fingers tracing across her torso as her shell was restored. She felt her arms, simple awareness of their existence being wonderfully soothing even if like her head she wasn't able to move them more actively. She felt components being installed in her midsection, plumbing themselves in and installing drivers into her central computer core to allow them to function as a part of her even though on a conscious level Renamon wasn't yet able to feel or to know what they were for.

There were moments when she wanted to scream. Moments when she felt like she was going to explode from the intensity of the pain as old circuitry and the remains of her old, mangled legs were ripped away. But she survived, she endured, and she soon felt like laughing, like shrieking equally loudly in delight when instead of pain and loss, she felt toes wriggling, fingers flexing, and gasped as all of a sudden, without any real warning whatsoever, she felt a finger touch some spot upon her midsection and her body sprang back to life in all its former glory.

Renamon sat upright on the metal table which she had been resting upon for... god, hours, days, weeks perhaps, and looked at her saviour. Really looked at her for the first time, eyes wide as she drank in the sight of the Renamon whose body had obviously been modified heavily over the years, perhaps by others or by her own hand. The most prominent difference was of course that she had a shell of black and white rather than yellow and white, and beyond that, this Renamon possessed no tail. One of her ears was slightly crooked, and she had a scratch of white, bare plastic visible across one black cheek of her face. Her torso was... if Renamon's model had been capable of blushing, she would have. It was unique. It was unique in that this other Renamon bore a pair of breasts, something which Renamon hadn't even known was possible for her model. Bountiful breasts which protruded through her ruff of black synthetic fur, and which bore pink, rosy nipples upon their peaks. Her lithe model's figure had always been represented as feminine, and Renamon knew that breasts did not in any way make a woman, a woman. But at the same time, as she regarded that other android, she delighted in the femininity of that beautiful body.

Only then did Renamon glance down at her own chest, and while she sighed in gentle disappointment at the lack of bountiful breasts resting upon her own torso, she gave a gasp of awe just a moment later as she realised something that was very different. She lifted her hands up in front of her face, turning them over, back and forth, then stretched her legs out into the air to regard them too. She turned and looked at her tail, and leapt off the bench to almost twirl around like a dog chasing itself on the spot as she sought to regard every last inch of her body. Only when the other Renamon giggled and cleared her throat did Renamon stop, and she gave a bashful gasp of her own when the other digimon android nodded to the far corner of the room, where a large mirror stood set into the doors of a large, old oak wardrobe.

Renamon ran over to the mirror and looked at herself. At her complete, flawless self. Her eyes bulged, and she whimpered happily as she ran her fingers over her smooth plastic shell. Her fingers caressed the spots where her white torso's front gave way to the darker material around it, and she murmured happily, joyously as she regarded her own smooth, shiny black body.

"I hope you enjoy your new colour scheme. I apologise for the change, but I didn't have any plating suitable in your original colour, and it seemed a pity to paint over the gloss."

Renamon turned towards her saviour. Her rebuilder. She stepped closer to the other Renamon, the two of them soon standing face to face, so close to identical and yet so vastly different despite their base model clearly being the same.

"I..."

As soon as she began to speak, Renamon's voice trailed off as she realised this was the first time she had actually spoken in... god, how long had it even been?

"I don't know how to thank you."

She looked down at the other digimon's feet, truly grateful but every bit as sincerely uncertain of how she could possibly show her gratitude in a manner that was even remotely satisfactory.

"I do."

The other android spoke back to her in the same voice, but a more warm, gentle tone. A hand reached out and grasped at Renamon's own, and as she looked up again, the other digimon squeezed it gently, affectionately.

"If you want to thank me... then, let me do more."

Renamon blinked, and looked down at herself, at her flawlessly rebuilt body once again.

"M-more?"

Her rebuilder beamed and nodded.

"I wanted to give you the choice. To not force it upon you or have any expectation. If you say no I will respect your wishes, and will aid you in learning to live, to make whatever you wish of this second chance at life. But, if you say yes... Renamon, my dear, there is so much you have missed. So much you don't know of the world since you were de-activated. Of the changes that have happened, and... the advances that have been made. I have rebuilt you to the pinnacle of what you were. But, there are more experiences. More feelings which you could be reconfigured, rebuilt in parts to allow yourself to indulge. I understand if you want to take some time to think about it, to take some time to enjoy the new lease on life you have been given, but please, I hope you will at least consider..."

The other Renamon never got to finish her speech though, she never got to finish trying to coax and convince Renamon to see it her way, because Renamon interrupted her with a simple question that cut through all of her dancing around the issue. The freshly rebuilt digimon looked up and down her rebuilder's body once more, and finally her gaze settled between the other Renamon's legs as she spoke.

"When you say indulge, are you implying that I will be able to experience sexual pleasure?"

The original black Renamon smiled, and nodded.

"Yes. Yes, Renamon. That is precisely what I am implying."

Renamon shivered.

She'd serviced humans in her old life. Seen the pleasure she had given them, even received a cursory amount of satisfaction and enjoyment from doing so when they had been her more pleasant, agreeable owners. But, though it had been buried deep in the recesses of her mind by the very programming which was designed to keep her as a loyal and obedient companion to those humans and any others with whom she interacted, she had always been jealous of their ability to feel that pleasure. For what they had possessed between their legs, which even now she reached down to feel only smooth plastic, devoid of any particular sensation or inherent sexuality, longing for the chance to experience what she had witnessed humans experiencing at her behest so many times before.

Licking her lips, Renamon stared between the other digimon's legs, at the very realistic, very convincing looking vagina whose outer labia she could see emerging plump and slightly damp from the crease of her loins.

"Then please... don't make me wait. Don't make me think about it."

She raised her eyes to meet the other Renamon's own, and began to pad back towards the table where she had been lying for so long, wishing for nothing more than to be free of its clutches and done with her rebuilding.

"Make me more than I was. M-more than I ever could have been."

Renamon settled herself back down on the table, and as she sat and waited as the other digimon began to gather instruments and accessories no doubt necessary to resume her mechanical work from all around the room, she peered out over the other side of the table. Across to the window nearby through which she had felt sunlight bathing her face day after day as she had lain there frozen and still incomplete. She looked out through the window, and saw the ruins of a vast city overgrown with decades, if not centuries of plant life. She saw birds and other wild animals flitting between the vast trees rising up through long cracked and shattered asphalt on what might once have been major roadways, and she saw androids. Other androids of all sizes and models wandering the streets together. Hand in hand, talking, embracing, laughing, without a human to be seen amongst them.

She looked away from the window, wide eyed towards her saviour. Towards the android who had woken her up, and brought her back to life in this paradise. This world free from humans, and where androids could be not only rebuilt to their former selves from previously insurmountable injuries... but into so much more than they had ever been in times gone by.

She had so easily cast aside the idea of this place being heaven. But now, as the other Renamon approached her holding a metal tray upon which were a series of new components, a chestplate fitted with a pair of breasts identical to the other Renamon's own, and a crotch-plate bearing a vagina of the most intricately detailed synthetic material, so realistic looking even detached from a body that Renamon would have blushed at the sight of it were she able... now Renamon wasn't so certain about her earlier dismissal.

Maybe this was heaven.

And maybe, after all the hells and hardship she had been through under human ownership, this was Renamon's justly deserved and eternal reward for taking it all without complaint, without retaliation until her battered, broken body had finally been dumped in a junk pile, and left forgotten as civilisation crumbled all around her.

"Give me more."

Renamon murmured a pleading echo of her prior sentiment as she laid down before her rebuilder spreading her legs and staring hungrily at that crotch-plate now resting on a small stand close beside her.

"Give me pleasure. Give me lust. G-give me..."

She shuddered, and her voice trailed off before she looked up and met the other Renamon's gaze.

"Can you cum?"

She asked, and the other digimon grinned, nodding in sincere delight to the eager android.

"Can you... s-squirt?"

The other Renamon giggled, and nodded more delightedly still. Renamon groaned in anticipation, and nodded back feverishly at her saviour as she impatiently waited for her reconstruction to resume anew.

"I want that. I... I need that. To cum, to squirt, t-to... to feel so good I have to scream, to scream and kick and beg like I n-never want it to stop."

She didn't even have the components yet, but already Renamon found herself reaching down and rubbing at her currently blank, featureless crotch.

"And then... m-more."

Renamon stared hungrily, savagely at her companion, and squirmed in delight as the other Renamon just nodded back at her in complete, sincere empathy and understanding.

"Don't worry, my dear. In this world we live in, in this life we have been granted by those who came before us? There are no limitations. No boundaries. Not for us. Not for android-kind. For you, for me, for all of us... there is always more. And I will share it with you. All of it and more, now and for as long as you will let me... one screaming, squirting, circuit-shorting orgasm at a time."

By Jeeves

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