Story: Mirror Mansion UY

 
The air inside the club tasted of cheap cologne and spilled gin. Bass thrummed through the floorboards, vibrating up through the soles Shinobu's sneakers and rattling her teeth. She marched through the crowd, her daisy dukes riding high on her hips and her tank top clinging to her skin rather more snugly than she liked in the oppressive heat.

"Get out of the way!"

Shinobu shoved past a group of gawking freshmen. Beside her, the two Ryuunosukes trailed after like a pair of mismatched bodyguards. The original Ryuunosuke looked like she wanted to punch the walls, while Mirror Ryuunosuke was practically vibrating with anticipation, her eyes scanning all over the room for the next available target.

"Told you this place was a goldmine," Mirror Ryuunosuke purred, her voice little more than a low rasp. She winked at a girl in a sequined dress, who actually blushed.

"Shut up and keep your eyes forward," the original Ryuunosuke snapped, though her face was a deep shade of crimson.

Shinobu stopped dead. In the center of the dance floor, a circle of boys had formed a human fortress. In the middle sat Mirror Shinobu, draped across the laps of three different guys like she was a queen on a velvet throne. She wore the black micro-skirt that left nothing to the imagination, her legs kicking rhythmically in the air as though she was trying her best to show off her underwear.

"Oh, look! The party guest of honor finally arrived!" Mirror Shinobu called out, her voice cutting through the music. She popped a bubble of gum and blew it with a loud snap. "You look a little tense, sweetie. Why don't you come join the pile? There's plenty of lap space."

"Get. Over. Here. Now!" Shinobu screamed, her voice hitting a pitch that made several glasses on nearby tables crack.

The boys surrounding the reflection blinked in confusion. One of them, Kousuke, gave a weak wave.

"Hey, Miyake. She's actually pretty cool. She told us she's a professional pleasure-seeker."

"A what!?" Shinobu lunged forward, grabbing her copy by the wrist.

Mirror Shinobu didn't budge. She leaned back, arching her spine so that her chest pushed prominently against the fabric of her top. "Now, now. Why so aggressive? Is it because you're jealous that I'm actually getting some action? I can tell you're dying to know what it feels like to just let go."

"I am not jealous! I am protecting my reputation!"

"What reputation?" Mirror Shinobu laughed, a melodic, wicked sound. "The 'perfect ordinary girl' act? Please. I can feel it humming under your skin. You want to be touched. You want to be seen. You're just too scared of what your daddy would say."

Shinobu's grip tightened, her knuckles turning white. "I'll kill you! I'll rip that skirt right off your body!"

"Oh, please do," the reflection whispered, leaning in close. "I'd love to see you try. Maybe we can make a game of it. Whoever gets the most boys to beg by the end of the night wins."

Before Shinobu could launch a chokeslam that would make the inventor of the move, Abraham Lincoln, nod in appreciation, the front doors of the club burst open with a crash. A familiar, chaotic energy flooded the room. Ataru Moroboshi stepped inside, looking like he had just won the lottery. He wasn't alone. He was flanked by two identical Oni girls in skimpy bikinis, their horns gleaming under the neon lights, and their already iridescent hair seeming even more so now.

"Is this the place!?" Ataru yelled, his eyes wide and scanning the room for any available cleavage. "I heard there was a mixer! I'm ready for my destiny!"

Lum hovered a few inches off the floor, her face a mask of pure fury. "Darling! Stop looking at those girls and look at me!"

"I am looking at you, Lum!" Ataru shouted, even as his gaze drifted toward a girl in a red dress. "I'm looking at two of you! This is a miracle!"

Mirror Lum floated beside him, her expression an open invitation. She rubbed her breast against Ataru's shoulder, her eyes twinkling. "Now, now, original. Don't be such a killjoy. Look at all these delicious possibilities. Why limit ourselves to just one of everything?"

Lum let out a spark of electricity that singed the carpet. "You're a hussy! A degenerate! A mirror-image of a disaster!"

"And you're a repressed little teapot," Mirror Lum countered, her voice honey-sweet. She turned to Ataru and whispered loud enough for Lum to hear, "I bet the original is too shy to actually do the dirty work. I, on the other hand, am an expert."

Ataru's jaw dropped. He looked between the two Lums, his brain clearly short-circuiting. "Expert? Define expert! Give me a demonstration! Right here! Right now!"

"Not in public, you animal!" Lum screamed, though she didn't move to stop him from leaning in.

The chaos collided. Mirror Shinobu, seeing the arrival of the Lums, slid off the boys' laps and glided toward them. She locked eyes with Mirror Lum, and a silent agreement passed between the two reflections.

"You know," Mirror Shinobu said, her voice dripping with mischief, "I think the originals need a little push. They're so wound up, they're practically vibrating. It's a waste of perfectly good hormones."

"I couldn't agree more," Mirror Lum purred.

In a blur of motion, the two reflections coordinated. Mirror Shinobu grabbed the original Shinobu in a headlock, not to hurt her, but to pin her arms. Simultaneously, Mirror Lum used her flight to swoop behind Lum, wrapping her arms around her waist and shoving her directly into Ataru's chest.

"Let go of me!" Shinobu yelled, struggling against her copy. But from this vantage point she wasn't able to take full advantage of her monstrous strength, especially against one that was her equal.

"Just relax, sweetie!" Mirror Shinobu laughed. "Watch and learn. This is how you handle a man."

Mirror Lum pressed Lum's back firmly against Ataru's front. Ataru, finding himself suddenly sandwiched between two versions of the girl he spent his life chasing, let out a strangled noise. He could feel the warmth of Lum's skin through her bikini, and the scent of her-like ozone and wildflowers-filled his nostrils. Soon enough, the whole lot of them were in a private room, while the Ryuunosukes were too busy arguing with each other to interfere.

"Now, Darling," Mirror Lum whispered, floating just above them. "Don't let this opportunity go to waste. Lum is just playing hard to get. I'll help you convince her."
"Hehehehe~" Ataru cackled madly. "This is the best thing to ever happen to me!