Playing with Portals

She walked down concrete corridors with her head hung low, her face and body flushed red with shame. The stylized blue cap she wore was pulled down over her eyes as much as she could manage, all the better to avoid the gazes of the crowds all around her. The air was thrumming with a constant string of catcalls, laughter, and degrading comments about her body and her morality. Her thick black knee high leather boots felt as heavy as cement, and her long march forward was mechanical and slow. To her right was a row of cell doors, the space between each bar filled with leering faces of dangerous looking men. To her left was a guard rail and a lot of open space revealing similar rows of cells and concrete walkways above and below her, each hosting a similar glutch of prisoners screaming in excitement as she passed. An attractive teenaged girl walking through a prison would have drawn attention under any circumstances. The fact she was naked ensured their undivided attention.

Izanami-no-okami, the mental goddess of the hollow forest who now called herself Marie, whimpered softly to herself as she trailed behind the security guard. This wasn't fair, dammit! It was true her nature and history were convoluted, and her personality and splintered and reformed once or twice. But even if some of her aspects had not been as sane or benevolent as she was striving to be, she was still a goddess! Patron of Inaba and the divine granter to mankind of all that they yearned for!

Marie gasped, clutching the railing as she stumbled and earning a loud cheer from the audience as her bare breasts bounced into view before she could hide them behind her hands once again. Aside from her hat and shoes, Marie had been managed to retain her black and white thigh high stockings, the black belt bound around her hips with a golden strap of a winged heart, the black and red fingerless gloves that went a little past her elbows, her red choker collar with a golden lock dangling from it, and the loosely worn black tie that now hung between her large breasts. But no matter how much the granter of man's yearnings yearned for it she could not bring herself to wear anything else.

Marie blazed with embarrassment as she trotted to catch up to the guard, feeling a sea of eyes staring at her nudity. Finally, she was escorted from the holding area and away from the jeering mob. The guard entered some security code into a door before pulled the heavy metal apparatus open and holding it out for her. Marie muttered something that might have been a thank you, eyes firmly on the ground as her hands covered her body.

"Well well well. This is a surprise. I was wondering who was interrupting my beauty sleep. So....you must be Marie." A lazy, sneering voice came from the other side of the white room. "This might just be interesting afterall."

Marie looked up to see a long table, two chairs, and a two way mirror in one corner. A smirking man with unkempt brown hair lounged in the metal chair opposite her, eyeing her naked body with a unsuppressed leer. The orange jump suit and handcuffs he sported were completely at odds with the aura of control and nonchalance he radiated.

"R-r-right. I...I..needed to...to ask you..."

"So your all that's left of that crazy bitch at the gas station the kid beat the shit out of. Gotta say I've always kind of wondered what you'd be like. Didn't expect you to have such a hot little body." The prisoner said.

"Y-you...you stop looking right now you s-stupidlazyCABBAGEEATINGJERKIHATEYOU!!" Marie thundered.

"Heh. Fair. I guess if that's how you feel I should just get the guard to take me back to my cell." The stranger rose up, making for the opposite door.

"W-wait...Adachi-san." Marie stammered.

"Hmmmm?"

"Don't go. I need to talk to you." Marie paused, puffing her cheeks and blushing. "Please. Please don't go. S...Sorry."

"Hmm. Kind of a weak apology, don't you think? Especially for someone asking for favors." Adachi replied.

"I'm sorry. Really. Please stay."

"Sir."

"What?"

" 'Please stay, Mr. Adachi, sir.' Say it."

"....Please stay. Mr. Adachi. SIR." Marie hissed out.

"Good. You can call me that from now on, by the way. Now, how about putting those pesky little hands behind your neck and spreading those legs a bit further apart." Adachi asked, returning to his seat.

"Wh-WHAT? No way you stu-"

"Keep being a bitch and mouthing off and I'll make you do worse. You want a favor, you earn it. Hurry up." Adachi said in a commanding voice.

"...." Marie complied, blushing worse than ever as her fully naked body was shown before him. "T-there? Happy?"

"What was that?"

"...Are you happy, Mr. Adachi. Sir." Marie choked out the words.

"You learn quick. Nice. Yeah. Just don't try hiding that slutty little body anymore. I don't have time for cockteases. And watch your mouth from now on. Otherwise I'll need another apology. And this one will require a little more effort to makes amends." Adachi smirked.

"But that's not-..." Marie choked back her words. "I mean...Mr. Adachi sir...I...I have trouble with my temper. Sometimes I blurt things out without meaning to. Sir."

"Oh, I know. The kid sends me letters sometimes. I've heard a lot about our mysterious little mastermind these past two years. But that just means a lot more apologizing from you and a lot more fun for me. I don't see a downside." Adachi laughed.

"Youstupidsonof..." Marie whispered to herself before looking terrified. "Umm...can I sit down at least? Sir?"

"Go right ahead." Adachi said, his eyes casually leering at her. "I heard rumors about that incident a few weeks back. New culprit roaming the city. Makes sense you'd end up here, I suppose. Closest detainment facility to Inaba, after all, and the police can't just casually let a young woman wander the streets naked after all."

"Its just until the stupid judges figures out what to do. I'll probably get some kind of dispensation for mental trauma or something like that." Marie muttered.

"Something that let's you stay naked in public, I presume?" Adachi smirked as the girl blushed. "Thought so. Now that is a shame. Mighty goddess playing puppet master turned into a hapless naked little bitch. I'd almost call it poetic justice. Which from what I hear will be the best attempt at anything poetic you've ever done."

"Listen, you fatuglyasshole..." Marie paused.

Adachi smirked. "I think this time you can turn around, bend over, and swatch you fat little ass a few times."

"....Yes, sir."

Marie rose to her feet and turned around. "...I'm sorry. Mr. Adachi. I mean that."

"You got a potty mouth and you need to be taught how to use it. No hard feelings. Now get started."

"That isn't what I meant." Marie said, obediently swatting her ass a few times, burning in shame as her cheeks bounced before the prisoner's eyes.

"Good girl. Sit." Adachi instructed. "So what did you mean, Mary Girl?"

"....I'm sorry. For all of it. You and Namatame and...everything that happened. I'm...I'm the reason you ended up like this."

"HA!" Adachi burst out, the first sound he had made that wasn't oozing with cynicism. "Those brats are rubbing off on you, Mary. I'm not into that touchy feely stuff they go for. Besides, way I heard it, the bitch who shoved that Sagiri asshole in my brain was the gas station attendant, and to her you were as much a pawn as I was."

"That's not an excuse. Everything she was is a part of me now. And all this happened because she and I couldn't find an answer between what humanity wanted and what it needed. I failed, and everything she did was the consequence of that." Marie said.

"Whatever, kid. All she did was hand give me the power. What I did with it was my choice. Even if there was a piece of you whispering in my head and pushing me, the actual choices I made are all on me."

"But-"

"Look, Mary Mary, I don't care how contrary you got. We were the one who made your garden grow."

"....Wow. Save that one for the red shirt girl. You'll have her rolling in the aisles."

"I try. But basically, you want forgiveness? Fine. Whatever. Don't give a shit, and even if I did, you have your own problems. So let's cut to the chase. Why are you really here?"

".....Who **** me?"

"And why on Earth would you think I would know something like that?" Adachi said.

"You spent a whole year 'investigating' the killings. You recognized right away that Yu-san and Namatame-san had the same power as you. You spent all your free time watching and manipulating them and obsessing over the game you played. You had all the resources of the police and the inside knowledge of a Persona User. If anyone knows who my missing pawn was-"

"Shouldn't you know the answer already? If anyone would..."

"I can't remember. It was someone...familiar, I think. Someone I met in the town before. But I don't remember creating a third Sagiri...or any other 'pieces' of myself. I think I started to remember when I was ambushed...but he...she...they took the memory from me. They stole almost all of my power and twisted me into...this! That shard of myself inside the culprit is as powerful as Izanami used to be....they're more like the god of the town than I am right now. I'm just...another pawn again. I can feel them changing things about the hollow forest and the midnight channel, but I can't do anything to stop it! You have to-"

"Oh, but I don't. Remember? My game is over. I'm abiding by the rules your friends imposed on me. If I had to guess I'd say this person carrying around a piece of your essence doesn't even know its there. I didn't. Namatame didn't. It was just in the back of our heads, pushing us down the paths we walked. I'm thinking this particular godling has been waiting these past two years, trying and failing to do the same to this other culprit. I think it got restless, and started looking for ways to take control. Maybe while they sleep? Who knows? But I bet your little abductor doesn't have a clue what's really going on. But I think that's all I'm gonna say on the subject. The next move is up to you and the wannabe scooby brigade. If the number one suspect isn't as obvious to you as it is to me...well, that's not my fault."

"You...you little...ahhh!" Marie suddenly swooned in her chair, covering her face in shame.

"You doing okay there, kid?" Adachi asked in amusement.

"N-no!!" Marie gasped in embarrassment. "I've been feeling weird all night! Like...."

Marie's back arched suddenly, thrusting her head back completely and jutting her tits out in front of her. Her legs shot apart, and instinctively one hand began playing herself.

"Like...something...is teasing me. Like something is being pushed up...inside..."

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"Hmmmm." Teddie said, looking inquisitively at the TV screen as he swirled his hand around the glowing portal into the other world. "I dunno, guys. It seems like its working, but at the same time it smells strange. Really don't know if we should trust..."

"Dude. Come on. Your nose has sucked for years now. Your overthinking it." Yosuke said.

"How rude! In case you've forgotten, I was the one who showed you how to get back to this world in the first place! No one knows more about the portals than I do! And I say something weird has happened!" Teddie snapped. "Look, rushing in is always risking. Tomorrow the others will be here, including Fuuka-chan. Remember she can use her powers even in this world, and she knows how to boost Rise-chan and my abilities to boot! We can get a complete picture of what's changed about TV world and maybe contact Mitsuri-san remotely and see if-"

"If we wait until morning she's going to be half naked and humiliated in front of everyone! And we still don't know what happens when the fog lifts in that world anymore. Marie might have survived because she's a god. We can't risk Kirijo-senpai being..."

"And every moment we waste someone might catch us in Junes after hours." Yosuke chimed in. "Your just lucky my dad left his keys out in easy swiping range."

"I'm telling you..."

"Look, Teddie? Wait out here if your worried. We'll need someone to explain what's happening to the others when they get here if something does go wrong."

"But-"

"No more talking. Everyone else, in! Now!"

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Marie was rising to her feet, a guard helping her up as Adachi watched with amusement. Suddenly, she sprawled out on the floor once again, screaming in humiliated joy as an orgasm exploded within her out of nowhere. Her body was trembling like an earthquake as another and another hit. Desperately she played with her breasts and clit as she writhed on the ground.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fill me up! Fill me up! Don't stop! So good! So good! Go inside! Go deeper! Fill me up!!!"

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The group continued to fall between worlds, spiraling yellow and black patterns racing past them. It was thrilling and nostalgic at first. But then everyone felt the shift, as the TV portal seemed to twist around on itself. There had always been a slight pulling sensation, like a gentle breeze guiding them down into the hollow forest. That sensation became a gale of wind, ripping through the group and scattering the investigation team like leaves even as they cried out and reached for each other.

Yu Narukami found himself thrown out of a TV in a junkyard on the edge of town. It tooks hours of walking to make it back. By then Yosuke had been driven out of the late night seedy shop maintained by the old convenience store woman, her screams making his ears ring. Kanji, alas, found himself in a random neighbor's living room, furniture smashed and the police on the way. It seemed that any male persona user attempting to enter the TV world was doomed to be ejected through a random television somewhere in the city.

The girls in the investigation team did make it to the other side. But before that they found themselves tossed about within the portal by hurricane **** winds. Moments before the exit to the portal arrived, the trio of Yukiko, Rise, and Naoto found a harsh counterwind flowing into their faces. By the time they had heard the ripping sound and felt the sensation of fabric been torn away, the winds done their work.

"Rise? Yukiko? Are you all right???" Naoto stammered as she rose to her feet. "...tell me this isn't happening..."

The short blue haired girl found herself prone on the hard ground of the TV world on the other side of Junes. To her horror, she found ample chest moving unhindered as she took in a breath and opened her eyes. She was naked! Aside from her dark black shoes and socks, her fingerless leather gloves, the yellow school tie hanging between her bare breasts and her trademark sailor's hat the detective prince was as naked as the day she was born. Blushing, she ran to her two comrades, pausing a brief moment to note they were all in a similar state before helping them to their feet.

"Why? WHY?" Yukiko complained, covering her body and blushing as red as her hair band (which, along with her school tie and shoes and socks, was now the sum total of her wardrobe). "Those swimsuits Yosuke tricked us all into wearing. Rise's stripclub. The Ms. Yasogami Pagaent...and the bathhouse after that! Then the bath at the ski lodge! Now this!! Why is this town always trying to get us naked???"

Naoto blushed, covering her enormous breasts and squeezing them, multiplying the illusion of their size in lewd ways. "Is...is everyone all right?"

"No! We lost Kirijo-senpai, and now my clothes are gone!" Rise complained. "This is worse than my shadow's dungeon! This is so humiliating I...I..."

Rise and Yukiko glanced at each other in embarrassed commiseration, then silently nodded. Naoto glanced between them wearily.

"What are you...NO!" She screamed as the pair hastily enveloped her, their faces nuzzling against her breasts. "Have you both lost your minds?"

"Your body is so cute, Naoto-chan." Rise purred, blushing and squeezing tighter. "Your breasts are so soft..."

"And soothing..." Yukiko chimed one.

"You....You....my body is not your security blanket!!" Naoto protested before lulling into a humiliated silence, pretending not to find comfort in the hug as the three embarrassed school girls tried to cope with the increasingly chaotic situation.

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Mitsuru Kirijo woke up slowly. She had a vague notion of an encounter with someone. A familiar face...and the culprit! They had pushed her backwards, then air rushing, then...try as she might she could not come up with a face. Opening her eyes, she was greeted by a sickly white-yellow fog filling up some sort of office building. More concerning, the CEO found herself chained in place to the floor and ceiling, her arms and legs in a wide spread eagle pattern. Her leather catsuit hugged her curves tightly and presented her to the world helpless and on display.

"Not very comfortable, I know. But its not the world thing to be tied to when regaining consciousness. If we had a yen for every time were strapped to an energy draining cross....well, I suppose we'd only have two yen. Which is still two more than anyone should have to experience such a thing, oui?"

Mitsuru yelped as the distorted voice behind her ended the statement with a sound she recognized as a sword blade swishing through the air. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the edge of the blade flick past her. Relief flooded through her as the expected feeling pain did not come on...only a sense of added coldness. She blushed as her mind caught up with what was happening. Someone had just slashed at her leather suit, avoiding puncturing her skin but leaving a gash in the suit right along her left butt cheek!

"Who's there? How dare you-" Mitsuru raged, only to hear two more swipes of the blade and feel more of her ass exposed to the air.

"I trust that answers the second question. This is how I dare. Just like this..." Another slash, another gash. "And as to the first, I think you already know..."

"....Artemisia! Come forth!" Mitsuru screamed, her heart thumping from the predicament and the ominous sense of what was coming next. "P-Persona! Artemisia! C-come! I am thou...I AM THOU."

"And thou art I." The voice said snidely, finishing the sentence. "Convinced? Even if this was not a cognitive realm, you should be able to call on her even in the real world. At the very least, you should be able to sense her within you....except I'm already here."

Mitsuru swallowed as her yellow eyed doppleganger casually strolled into view, fencing sword in hand. "Hello, me."

"...Artemisia...please...come out..." Mitsuru whispered one final time.

"We can stand here all day and the results won't change, me. I am Artemisia. I am you. Mitsuru Kirijo."

"Th-the last time I was here-"

"You encountered a fake shadow of yourself. Yes, yes, yes. Don't worry. I'm not offended that you wanted to make sure. Yet."

"....I'm inside the TV world." Mitsuru whispered. "I was pushed...I knew the person...I..."

"Sorry, me. That information is classified. I have it tucked away safe and sound right here..." The shadow tapped her forehead.

"...I don't understand. I...I thought...I was at peace with myself. You...shouldn't be here. I...I should have accepted..."

"It wouldn't be the first time we grossly underestimated our situation."

".....No. I suppose not. V-very well. I accept you are what you claim to be. My shadow. I know better than to deny you. Proceed. I will hear whatever truths I have denied about myself. The sooner I have accepted you the sooner we can find a way out of this place."

"All so simple. All so straight forward. We have it all figured out. Always so confident and composed. Always pretending to know what is best for all our little subordinates. Always pretending we have all the variables, that our enemies aren't making moves we never anticipated. Never admitting we might be making a mistake. Never admitting we might have trusted the wrong person. But some things can't be told to you in words, Miss Kirijo. Some things have to be seen. Or felt."

The flat of the rapier blade suddenly struck Mitsuru on her exposed butt cheek. The girl yelped in surprise and pain and a hint of arousal.

"But don't worry. I'll be happy to show you. Slowly. One piece of bare skin at a time. One teasing, cruel little touch at a time. There's so much you have to learn, me."

Mitsuru looked on, horrified. It dawned on her, as the sting of the spanking settled into an unwanted sense of arousal, that the shadow knew every secret desire and every secret place the corporate CEO loved to be touched. Perhaps better than Mitsuru herself.

"If...if I said that you were not me and took my chances with you going berserk..."

"Awww. Don't worry, me. The rules have changed. Nothing you say will piss me off enough to transform. But nice try."

Mitsuru yelped as another whip like smack of her ass was administered, despairing as she realized her night was only just beginning.