Pesky Freudian Slips

Kasumi stood as still as a statue, every muscle and limb still electrified from the final crescendo of emotion, pleasure and the indescribable pulse of magic flowing through her being. Her pose was dramatic and seductive, one slender black boot thrust slightly in front of the other pulled lewdly to the left to present her naked thighs and exposed lips to her four awed onlookers. One hand still pressed lovingly against the tip of her quivering clit, where it had remained since the very moment of her small climax. Her chest was thrust out further still, bursting from the confines of her flowing black coat. The nipples were achingly prominent and erect, rising and falling softly as she slowly drew in one breath and gently exhaled, her full lips slightly parted. Her other hand was raised before her eyes, presenting the vibrant green aura of her manifested spell for her inspection.

Kasumi and the assembled schoolgirls were firmly caught up in the moment, all eyes staring into the soft light. Like a slowly unfolding explosion the aura broke into a thousand green sparks, which in turn swirled around each other, shifting from green to soft azure as they coalesced into a ball of swirling light, purples ribbons of magic orbiting around the orb in a mesmerizing display. There were few things that could penetrate the haze of lust and shame that had enveloped Kasumi Yoshizawa for the past several hours. But she was holding a miracle in her hands now, the pure essence of nurturing life called out of the depths of her inner being. She could afford to take a moment to enjoy her handiwork.

“Ann-Senpai…” Kasumi said after a moment, turning her eyes to the others, gulping at the sight of Ann on hands and knees staring at her, her luxurious breasts dangling from her chest.

“Y-yes?!” Ann said, snapping out of her daze. Kasumi blushed, knowing she was the cause of the little stupor her upperclassman had fallen into and feeling a familiar tingle at the thought.

“The spell won’t last long. I’ll need to…” Kasumi said, blushing intensely. “It only works if I touch you where you need to be healed.”

“Oh.” Ann said, blinking…and blushing as she glanced at her bruised as. “Ohhhh. R-right.”

“S-sorry!” Kasumi said, bowing briefly in embarrassment herself. Her wide hazel eyes shared a look with Ann’s sea blue pupils, silently commiserating at being in such a perverse situation together.

“I understand. D-do what you need to do.” Ann whispered, her look and tone shifting softly to include a hint of lust mixed with her more obvious embarrassment.

As Kasumi moved behind where Ann perched on the stone dais she could feel her heart beat faster. Ann Takamaki was by every measure a gorgeous, almost painfully beautiful woman. Her mixed heritage seemed to have worked in her favor in every way, from her delightfully rounded butt to her especially large chest. Kasumi had known this fact for a long time, monitoring as she had been her Senpai’s friends and associates from a distance (in ways and for reasons that she had almost managed to convince herself did not count as low key stalking…almost). It was obvious just from watching her in the halls at school, but it became horribly clear the more she followed the older girl’s modeling career. For a time she had been bitterly jealous at how unfair her life was, having to compete against Ann and the other Thieves when they outclassed her despite her intense training. Her stance on that had softened the more she learned about Joker’s associates, but the feeling hadn’t completely subsided. Now she was considering how unfair Ann’s looks were for an entirely different reason. Seeing Ann in such a lewd state, dressed on in her sexy boots, gloves, cute cat ears and erotic little tail firmly planted inside her ass? Kasumi could feel herself growing wetter by the moment staring at the vision, and somewhere within her mind felt Cendrillon once more growing slowly more restless and desiring to be summoned once more in a fit of orgasmic release.

Taking in a long breath, Kasumi gently began caressing Ann’s reddened butt cheek. The girl gave out a long, sultry hiss as her body arched, pushing her warm flesh against Kasumi and moaning softly. Kasumi blushed. Thanks to the perverted game the shadows had played with her the past few hours the red head had and humiliatingly extensive knowledge of the way a human body could be touched and the myriad of sensations such contact could inspire. The urge to apply that knowledge to her companion, to reach out and worship the figure of Ann Takamaki…Kasumi felt her knees threatening to buckle at the mere thought.

Kasumi gave herself a mental bop on the head. These were her senpais! They were naked and in danger because of her! Ann-senpai was hurt because of her actions. Playing with herself had been a necessary, humiliating part of using her magic, and now it was over. She had no time to be lost in a lusty stupor or giving into temptation! With a small sigh (which she told herself was not a stifled moan) Kasumi focused on the beautiful presented bottom with the eyes of a healer. As much as she could manage, in any case.

Ann gasped as Kasumi gently grasped her reddened cheeks, softly squeezing and massaging the soft globes of flesh. The soothing tingle of the spell sent a delicious tingle through her body, causing her to arch her back and present her nether regions all the more completely for Kasumi’s inspection. Despite her best intentions Kasumi was firmly aroused and blushing as she continued to grope and examine the blonde supermodel. The examination continued, even after the bruise had faded and the magic was spent.

“Ann-Senpai…” Kasumi said, a note of concern in her voice. “The spell healed the superficial damage but…how do you feel?”

“That…that felt good!” Ann said, a little delirious.

“…Oh. T-thank you.” Kasumi whispered. “But I meant, how does this feel?”

Kasumi carefully took a lump of buttcheek in her fingers and softly pinched. Ann hissed in embarrassment and pain.

“I thought so. Your muscles are so strained...this is going to turn into one long, painful knot if we don’t do something about it. How much stretching did you do before you came down here?” Kasumi asked.

“Stretching? Um…none. Why?” Ann asked.

Kasumi’s eyes grew wide. “That’s not good, Senpai! I know you don’t exercise regularly, and you have your Persona to enhance your skills, but going down here and getting into battles without any preparation? The strain would be…well…”

She pinched the aching muscles running along Ann’s butt and thigh for emphasis.

“Okay! Okay! Stop! What should I do?” Ann squirmed.

“We should work out the tension in that knot.” Kasumi said softly. “I don’t know if you could handle a walk back to the surface with so much tension here.”

Makoto sighed heavily, idly readjusting her black scarf as an errant feeling of fabric brushed against her bare skin. “I’ve been trying to get us into a pre-battle routine for awhile, but they’ve been fighting me every step of the way.”

Ann puffed her cheeks out in consternation. “That’s because going through 15 minutes of your ‘routines’ makes me more exhausted to fighting off a hundred shadows! I know I’m not athletic, stop rubbing it in my face!”

“Don’t worry. I believe right now they are more intent on rubbing it in your bu-“

“I’m surprised.” Kasumi interrupted, catching Ann’s gaze. “You have such an incredible body. I thought you must have some sort of exercise routine in place. Honestly, Senpai, I’m a little jealous.”

Ann blushed, turning her face away from the younger girl. “Please, don’t be. I don’t do anything special to look like this. Its all because of my weird metabolism and mixed genes. I suck at exercising and healthy eating. I should be the jealous one here. You look amazing, and you got that one through hard work and dedication.”

Kasumi contined massaging her senpai’s posterior, unsure how to respond.

“I made a promise to a friend, you know. I said I’d be as strong and dedicated and brave as she was. But I have no willpower at all. I throw myself into a new diet or join a gym, and then quite the moment it gets difficult. I just keep letting her down.” Ann said glumly. “The only thing I’ve ever really done with my life without relying on my looks was being a phantom thief…and even that’s been turned into a humiliating joke!”

“Senpai…” Kasumi whispered, pausing her probing. “…I also made a promise to someone. I’ve been trying so hard to make an old dream come true…and I keep letting her down no matter how hard I push myself. But…but that’s okay! I just need to come back twice as hard as before and overcome my defeats! We’re going to get out of here, we’re going to get our clothes back, and we’re going to keep our promises!”

Ann blushed, then nodded. “Y-yeah. Your right. We can’t let a little thing like being stripped naked get in the way of all of that.”

“R-right!” Kasumi agreed.

“…You know, Kasumi-chan, your starting to sound like a certain Senpai…” Ann smiled. “You’ve been taking notes from him on encouraging people, I bet.”

“Oh…well…I just..” Kasumi said, blushing. “I just asked what I thought he would do...and did it.:”

“You really are starting to remind me of him.” Ann agreed. “You have his enthusiasm, you know how to listen…and…”

She offered a more seductive look. “You look pretty hot in that trench coat.”

Kasumi blushed and stammered before returning to her massaging. Makoto sighed and shook her head. There was another rustling of cloth, and again she adjusted her long scarf in annoyance. So they could use magic. But such a embarrassing method of calling on the Persona’s power! And it most likely would be useless in combat…not unless the shadows would be willing to stand back for several rounds and watch as the girls masturbated…well, all right, they might just be able to get away with such a thing given the perverted temperament of most of the shadows being directed by Mishima. Once. She doubted even the most lustful shadow would willingly subject themselves to getting burned alive of irradiated a second time. So…Makoto again adjusted her scarf. The wind really was catching it wildly right now…except there wasn’t any wind blow in this corner of Mementos…

With growing concern Makoto reached up and gently pulled on her scarf…only to find it ominously unyielding, as if it was caught in a doorway…or being held by something! Slowly, Makoto turned around…only to be confronted by a mummified, dark face with brightly glowing eyes! In a shriek Makoto instinctively leapt backwards…only to trip and fall backwards, yanking the figure down on top of her!

For a second Makoto was in a panic, trying to figure out a counterattack and terrified of being knocked prone. Then her brain registered a very important detail…her skin was touching skin right now. The soft, naked skin of a thin school girl. With this she took a closer look at the mysterious figure…and realized that the glowing eyes were a reflection of the blood red light shining in Mementos shining off a pair of thick glasses…and the face was in fact bandaged in none other than her own scarf.

“Hi, Futaba.” Makoto said in a deadpan, lying on her back while the naked, nerdy lower classman was sprawled out on top of her.

“Hugh Qween!” Futaba said, her words stifled by the layer of cloth spun around her face.

“Do I even want to know what you are trying to do here?” Makoto asked, softly unwinding the scarf to reveal the blushing face of their navigator.

“…Coping?” Futaba asked softly.

“Sigh. This is embarrassing for all of us, Futaba-chan. Mummifying your face like you tried to do on the beach isn’t going to help our situation. And there isn’t enough scarf to hide your nakedness.” Makoto said, keeping her voice even and hiding most of her irritation.

“I know that! I’m not trying to hide! I just don’t want to look at anybody whose watching me!” Futaba pleaded. “I just…too many people staring at me makes me think about Mom’s funeral and those stupid bastards looming over me and reading that fake note. I know it doesn’t make sense. This is just how I cope with awkward stuff, okay? Don’t make fun of me!”

Makoto huffed softly to herself. “I’m not. But stumbling around in the dark blind and lost isn’t going to help our situation.”

“I know that! I just…like you said, this is embarrassing! This is embarrassing for all of you..and you’ve never needed to beg someone else to pull you out of your own screwed up heart. I don’t…handle this stuff well. And my key item isn’t even here to help me stay calm! What if I freak out or go catatonic like I’ve done in big crowds before?” Futaba explained, looking dejected. “I can’t fight, and I’m not fast or athletic like the rest of you, and…and…and the only way to use Necronomicon would be do…do that thing Kasumi-san! Queen, I can’t do this! Doing something so humiliating in front of all of you. I’ll have a panic attack for sure! You…you should probably just leave me here. I’m just going to slow all of you down like this…”

Futaba paused. The look of cold fury on Makoto’s face was not expected. The way she suddenly gripped the scarf, drawing the remaining fabric still wrapped around Futaba’s neck tight like a leash was more unexpected. And the sudden, shake spanking her free hand issued on the nerdy girl’s already reddened behind was the most unexpected event of all.

Futaba yelped and leapt slightly in the air, finding her face drawn close to Makoto’s steely gaze. “Listen very carefully. No one is leaving anyone behind! You should know that by now. They didn’t abandon me when I blundered into being extorted by Kaneshiro. We didn’t abandon you to your tainted heart. You didn’t abandon us to your twisted cognitions even though it meant facing a hard truth. And none of us are leaving you behind now. That’s not how we work. If we get to the surface, we get there together. If we get caught, all of us get caught together too. Whatever happens, it happens to all of us. Understood?”

Makoto emphasized the declaration with a few more hard placed smacks.

“I get it! I get it! Stop!!” Futaba whimpered.

“Good. I’m glad we had this conversation.” Makoto said, closing her eyes in smug satisfaction.

“You enjoyed that!” Futaba accused, blushing.

“Maybe a little. You have been a bit of a brat this morning, ogling Kasumi and talking back when I was giving orders. Just think of this as my way of coping.” Makoto said, a glimmer in her eyes before adopting a more serious look. “We’ll help each other through this, all right?”

“I don’t think I can do this, Queen.” Futaba confessed.

“Okay. Okay. How about we start out small.” Queen said gently, adjusting the black scarf around Futaba’s neck, fashioning it into a makeshift leash. “I know I’m not Joker, but maybe it will help if you stay close to me?”

“…Are you gonna spank me again?” Futaba asked wearily.

“Only if you act up.” Makoto said with a sincere smile. “And anything else that menaces you will get much worse from me.”

“….you are completely terrifying, you know that.” Futaba said softly.

“I know.” Queen said brightly. “So. Will that help?”

“…maybe. I…do feel a little better. I guess can be my substitute key item until we get out of this.” Futaba said.

“Wonderful. Now…would you mind getting off me, please?” Makoto said brightly.

“Oh…OH! Sorry! Sorry!” Futaba yelped in alarm and tried to rise.

“Wait! Don’t!” Makoto said too late, the scarf around Futaba’s neck pulling taught as she hastily rose up, her momentum causing a yo-yo affect as the two naked girls tumbled back into each other once again.

Makoto and Futaba both stared wide eyed and embarrassed as the orange haired girl fell awkwardly onto her senior’s lap and her legs briefly flailing and entangling with Makoto’s own. By luck or perverse design pair found themselves making contact along the most intimate of places between their legs. The pair stared, both blushing profusely, and each immediately making efforts to separate. But flailing limbs and perhaps just the smallest of urges to do the opposite conspired again to embarrass the pair. Futaba found herself moving in a way that brief pressed her eager clit inside the other girl, sending a humiliating jolt of absolute pleasure through both of them.

“Futaba!!” Makoto squeeled in shock.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m trying to get off on you!!” Futaba said, finally extricating herself enough to put a little space between the two.

“You what??” Makoto demanded.

“…OF! OF! OF! I’m trying to get off OF you!!” Futaba wailed.

“Oh dear. You said what you wanted to do and not what you were trying to do. Pesky Freudian slips.” Haru said, a camera phone in her hand.

“H-haru! How long have you been standing there? And what are you doing?” Makoto said, carefully rising to her feet.

“Oh, I made my way over here just a little after your first little tumble! You two were a little distracted. And I’m filming!” Haru said.

Futaba and Makoto as one began covering themselves with their hands and exclaimed at the same time. “Why??”

“Posterity.” Haru said, continuing to film.

“Hey Makoto, you said something about the fist of justice earlier, right?” Futaba said, glaring at the smirking rich girl.

“Oh dear. I suppose that would be fair. Although is that really fair? I’m hardly the only one in a perverted mood right now.” Haru noted.

Makoto and Futaba glanced at each other and blushed.

“She…she has a point. It would be hypocritical. You…probably noticed…”

“Q-queen, let’s make a deal! If you didn’t notice how horny and wet I’ve gotten in the past few minutes I definitely didn’t notice how horny and wet you’ve gotten. O-Okay!” Futaba said, her voice high pitched and strained.

“Deal.” Queen agreed, her eyes firmly fixed on a spot on the floor and her face beat red.

“Wonderful! Now that we’ve established that, I have only one question!” Haru said cheerily. “How are we going to get to the surface when we have no route plotted out? Is there something we can do about that?”

Futaba went pale and Makoto immediately interposed herself between the her and the recording phone.

“Haru, why don’t you go check in on Kasumi and Ann? I think staying over here might increase your odds of that phone ending up in certain places you would find very uncomfortable.” Makoto said, blushing and glaring.

“How forward. Isn’t the tradition to provide dinner and a movie before doing such things?” Haru asked mischievously.

Makoto blushed more intensely and glared harder, her nostrils flaring like an angry bull.

“I’m kidding. I’m KIDDING! I’ll leave you two alone.” Haru said placatingly, making a show of putting her phone away “But…we do need to move soon. Having a route would help…”

“Thank you, Haru!” Makoto snapped.

The two looked at each other as Haru strode away with a laugh. The curly haired girl glanced behind her as the pair discussed the matter, then turned her attention to her phone. As she replayed her footage, her free hand gingerly moved between her legs and took a moment a brief moment to relieve her growing excitement. Teasing and documenting this humiliating descent into lust left her feeling a little guilty, but she was certain the other girls would forgive her later and no reservations on her part could match the gleeful, impish excitement that was filling her being trapped in such a situation (a sensation not too dissimilar from the feelings inspired by a shadow that begged for its preternatural life, but even more intense!).

“It will be okay. You don’t have to do that. I’ll figure something else out.”

“It would help though. Right?” Futaba said quietly.

“…Yes.” Makoto admitted.

“Can…can I get some privacy?” Futaba pleaded.

“Of course. I’ll keep guard. Let’s go…let’s go to the other side of the pillar.” Makoto whispered, taking the shy girl’s hand and leading her out of sight of the others.

“Umm…Futaba? Sorry for scolding you about staring at Kasumi earlier. I…I obviously have no room to be reprimanding anyone for such a thing.” Makoto said, blushing.

“N-no, it was fine. I was being a brat, like you said. I should probably apologize to Kasumi anyway. This is…so much more humiliating than I thought it would be!” Futaba said, glancing down at herself.

“That isn’t your fault. Mishima designed all of this to feel that way. He wants all us to feel as humiliated as possible and to be as provocative and on display as possible for everyone else!” Makoto insisted.

“It isn’t fair! It was bad enough when it was just our normal costumes and all the skin tight clothes and the spikes and chains and the whips and that bodice Haru had that pushed out her…” Futaba paused mid-sentence.

Makoto rolled her eyes. “No, no. Please keep going. At this point you might as well keep digging yourself in deeper and hope you tunnel through to the other side of the planet.”

“I think I’m just..gonna go…do the thing.” Futaba mumbled.

Makoto dutifully turned her back and began watching the periphery. Futaba stared at her back nervously, expecting her to turn at any moment. And then continued to stare, admiring the well muscled, sexy curve of her body and even more the finely toned ass on display. Mentally slapping herself, Futaba looked down at her own body. She took a long moment to gaze at her delicate fingers encased in the dark green gloves on her hand. It was an activity she had performed in the dark recesses of her room a million times. This was no different. Right? Blushing profusely, she slowly (almost teasingly) lowered her hand to her waiting folds and began to touch herself. She felt an immediate jolt of pleasure the moment she made contact with her eager pussy, feeling her wet folds instinctively squeezing the probing digit as she gently fingered herself. She felt her knees shake and jerk even from the light contact she was making, and her hips gyrated in a lewd little dance. Why did it have to feel so GOOD? Visions of her humiliating ordeal and the exposed bodies of her friends flashed through her eyes, causing her to probe more deeply. A long, involuntary moan left her lips, loud and filled with longing.

“Futaba?” Makoto asked, glancing behind her.

“N-nothing! It was nothing! D-don’t look!” Futaba begged, her body continuing bob up and down as she continued playing with herself.

Makoto quickly turned around, paying attention to her guard duty. For a few moments. Biting her lip, the brown haired girl blushed profusely and glanced behind her for a second. A stab of guilt moved through her and she turned her head back…only to turn around a third time, this time staring a bit longer at her companion. And then back to the perimeter. And so it went as the class president played a game of tug of war between her sense of obligation and her sense of lust. Meanwhile, Futaba continued to softly finger herself, her other hand pressing against the dais of black stone that made up the foundation of the pillar. Steadying herself and blushing in intense shame, she closed her eyes in concentration even while she played with herself. A ghostly neon computer screen began to form before her eyes. Raising her free hand, Futaba fought the pleasure building inside her and focused her will once more. Before her fingertips a keyboard slowly materialized, each key etched in ghostly neon green. Futaba squeeked in triumph, then moaned in dismay as the holographic image waivered and distorted. Blushing in shame she returned to fingering herself, bucking her hips to the rhythm of her probing digits and stabilizing the image of the computer screen. Futaba gave a deep moan in pleasure and dismay, hanging her head in complete shame. Having to access her magic in such a private and obscene manner was incredibly humiliating, made even worse now that she was now fully in tune with her other self and could feel how delighted Necronomicon was with her intense feelings of lust and embarrassment at being in such a situation.

Makoto tore her eyes away from the erotic sight of her younger teammate naked and pleasuring herself in the emerald light of her summoned computer. Desperate to find something else to focus on the class president turned her attention to the other girls. Alas that sight was far from a relief to her growing feeling of arousal.

Ann lay on her back, her eyes closed and a rosey blush on her face as she groaned softly with discomfort and contentment. Kasumi loomed over the girl, a look of intense concentration on her face as she pushed both hands firmly onto the bouncy rear of the model. She moved with steady determination, kneading and squeezing the gorgeous flesh over and over in her hands. She had discovered that one of Ann’s glutes had worked itself into a stubborn little knot that refused to yield no matter how firmly the trained athlete applied pressure. The pair were breathing heavily now, Ann from the tug of war of pain and relief inherent in receiving the massage and Kasumi from applying a surprising amount of pressure on the stubborn muscles, in the process working her fingers and arm muscles in ways that her dances rarely required. And both were blushing like mad throughout the ordeal. Thanks to her vantage point directly over Ann’s shapely ass Kasumi had a up close and unobstructed view of the second years moist slit. She could not help but be aware that Ann was indeed very aroused, and that she had grown steadily wetter as Kasumi squeezed and caressed her aching muscles. And despite her best efforts Kasumi and her traitorous nipples that stuck out so prominently and longingly on her naked chest had caught Ann’s attention as well. The blonde was just as aware that they had grown progressively more pronounced and stiff as Kasumi had proceeded. Their eyes had met once or twice during the massage, their faces as bright as Kasumi’s hair, and both quickly looked away. What exactly does one say to a very pretty, very naked girl who was unintentionally making you intensely horny? What is the girl supposed to say back, knowing you’ve realized you are her feel the same way?

“Okay, Senpai…take a deep breath in, and let it out slowly.” Kasumi said, trying valiantly to focus on the painful tendon hiding beneath Ann’s skin and not the mesmerizingly gorgeous, soft flesh of she was currently squeezing in her hands (trying and failing mind you, but trying nonetheless).

“H…h’okay…” Ann mumbled, drawing in a breath, her mind a intoxicated jumble of arousal, humiliation, and the peculiar serenity that comes with easing long neglected muscles.

Ann gasped aloud as Kasumi pressed down hard, her fingers as unrelenting as steel. The gorgeous, angry, stubborn muscle of an asscheek held its ground a moment or two longer, then at least Kasumi felt the tendons relent into a less misery inducing configuration. Ann trembled a little in pain, then sunk her head into the dais, her pained wail easing into a long moan of sheer relief. Kasumi blushed, proud of her work while trying to ignore just how sexy she found the sounds made by the naked catgirl.

“Are you okay, Senpai?” Kasumi whispered, a note of lust in her voice.

“Who are you?” Ann moaned, her head still resting on the cold stone.

“Senpai?” Kasumi asked in confusion.

“No…way…you’re Kasumi Yoshizawa. She’s cute and amazing, but she’s a normal schoolgirl. She doesn’t have magic fingers! You’ve gotta be Buddha or a Kami or one of those shapeshifting ogres that supposedly sneaks down out of the mountains and spirits people away to the other world, right? Well, it worked! I’m all yours! Take me back to heaven and do anything you want to me!” Ann said listlessly.

Kasumi snorted. “Sorry, Senpai. Your still stuck down here with the rest of us. Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere.”

“S’fine. Perfect. No pain at all. I just want to lie here a million years and never move ever again!” Ann whispered.

“Sorry again, Senpai. The best we can give you is five minutes.” Kasumi said, giggling to herself.

“So cruel….” Ann muttered. “You probably really are a demon ogre. Show me paradise then take it away…”

“History’s greatest monster.” Kasumi said, rolling her eyes. “But okay. Just rest here for now and I’ll-“

“But seriously.” Ann said, pushing herself into a sitting position and adjusting her seating to face the red head. “Thanks.”

“Any ti-eep!” Kasumi gasped, as Panther took after her namesake and suddenly pounced on the other girl.

Kasumi’s world suddenly became very small indeed. All thoughts of humiliation or anxiety at being naked and trapped so far from the surface…everything all at once became laser focused on a singular moment, on a beautiful face of golden hair and sky blue eyes, on soft lips pressing against her own with a sensual, gentle hunger, on the ticklish sensation of a impish tongue teasing and coaxing its way into her mouth. There was a faint taste of fresh coffee and sugar and something sweeter. Kasumi moaned into the kiss, instinctively pressing herself back against the naked goddess. She could feel her body being yanked forward, Ann maintaining a death grip on the black coat Kasumi had been allowed to retain as one pitiful scrap leftover from her supernatural stripping. Blushing intensely, Kasumi blindly ran her hands down the back of the naked blonde until they came to on the butt cheeks she had grown so intensely familiar with. Now without any pretense or ulterior motive, Kasumi began squeezing and groping the magnificent orbs with the full lustful abandon she’d been fighting against mere moments before. The pair pressed against each other tightly, the wondrous sensation of Ann and her magnificently large breasts softly pressing up against Kasumi’s just slightly smaller orbs was intoxicating. The pair continued the kiss, slightly moving their bodies just enough press their sensitive, perky nipples against each other, an erotic joust that mirrored the way their tongues caressed one another while exploring the inside of their mouths.

Haru, blushing intensely and glancing left and right as the pair of horny schoolgirls embraced, smiled to herself as she produced her phone. Activating the camera app she blushingly held the camera up and recorded the two girls. Her free hand hesitatingly wandered to the folds between her legs. With a small sigh and a blush, Haru began to play with herself, feeling only slightly guilty about how easy it was to give in to the voyeuristic whisper in her heart as she enjoyed the sight of her sexy, naked friends.

The two friends turned lovers finally parted, each panting from the rush of sensation. Ann blushed, her eyes full of lust and shame.

“I…I don’t know why I did that…” She admitted.

“Senpai…it feels good…” Kasumi whispered reassuringly.

“I…y-yeah..b-but we shouldn’t be…” Ann muttered.

“Ann-Senpai…what do you call your Persona?”

“What?...Carmen. Her name is Carmen.” Ann whispered.

“That’s a pretty name…Senpai, do you remember what happened earlier. How I lost all control and humiliated myself in front of you all while Cendrillon appeared? That wasn’t the first time it happened. Whatever Mishima-san has done to us…a switch was flipped. Our Personas are being overwhelmed by all the lustful, perverted thoughts we’ve ever hid away inside our minds. Being naked and humiliated…Cendrillon loves it. She craves the attention. And if I don’t…umm…if I don’t play with myself regularly she loses her patience and makes me lose control like you saw. Its always incredibly humiliating! And she isn’t subtle about making her appearance! Every time it happened she made so much noise the other shadows found me right away!” Kasumi whispered conspiratorially.

“…And you think it’s the same for Carmen?” Ann asked in alarm.

“I would guess so. You know my schedule. I spend all my free time training for the next competition. I barely have any time to myself, especially for…umm…indulging like that. I’m under constant pressure to succeed and I’m always being told I’m not doing good enough. I think I’ve been craving some kind of release valve for a long time. Being naked in public is so far beyond what a good, dedicated student athlete should be doing! Cendrillon…she adores every moment of it! The humiliation, the attention, the pleasure…this is every forbidden fantasy I’ve ever had come to life. She won’t…she doesn’t want to give up on it no matter what. Even if she has to force me along for the ride. Maybe…maybe your different? Maybe Carmen won’t seduced the way Cendrillon was? I just…I just know what it feels like leading up to losing control.” Kasumi explained, leaving unsaid that Ann had every ‘symptom’ on display.

“…..” Ann stared, closing her eyes. “Fuck. This is bad! I…I’ve never been comfortable looking like this, you know? Everyone around me is so dedicated to losing weight and staying in shape. That’s how they succeed at being models. But I’m this half-foreign girl who just breezes through photo shoots without any problems. My looks comes from my parents. I never work hard or go on a diet. I just look like this normally. I…I like the attention. I like seeing idiots swoon over me and do whatever I tell them just because I put on a fake accent! But I also hate it. Everything says I look exotic. They drool over me because of some weird foreign alien they can gawk at. Plus a lot of people are just plain intimidated by me, and more get jealous and spread gross rumors. The only one who ever really liked me for me was Shiho…well, until recently.”

Kasumi smiled. ‘Until recently’. Of course. Her Senpai to the rescue again.

“Shiho-san. She was the one on the volley ball team. The girl who…” Kasumi trailed off seeing Ann wince. “Were you and Shiho-san…”

Ann blushed again. “N-not officially! We’ve always been friends! We just…sometimes turned into being more than that!”

Haru stifled the giggle that threatened to erupt from her throat.

“Its because of Shiho I know that…” Ann blushed again, hanging her head. “I’m not like other girls in…a lot of ways. I…I really like being touched. I’m also…a lot more sensitive than other girls. It was way easier for me to…umm…get off than it was for her.”

Kasumi’s eyes widened.

“That’s…something else I hate, I guess. I hate how good it feels. All those rumors of how easy I am…I’ve always hated how much I enjoy touching myself. It feels like it validates the rumors, I guess. So…umm…I don’t do it very often.” Ann said, blushing.

“…So…Carmen is probably like Cendrillon.” Kasumi finished.

Ann nodded. “I think she feels as pent up and frustrated too. No, I’m sure of it. She’ll humiliate me as happily as Cendrillon did to you.”

“Quite a dilemma.” Haru whispered.

Both girls glanced in the curly haired girl’s direction and blanched. “How long have you been standing there?” Ann snapped.

“Long enough. Ann-chan, I think you already realize this, but if you lose control down here…”

“We’re as good as caught. Yeah. I get it.” Ann huffed in frustration. “Fine. I’ll go find…somewhere to…take care of…”

Kasumi gently tightened her grip on Ann’s bottom and looked her in the eye.

“Senpai. This is my fault. Please let me help.”

Both girls stared at her in shock.

“Listen. I know this isn’t…this isn’t something good girls are supposed to do! But I’ve tried to act like a good girl since all this began! Each time it only provoked Cendrillon to come out! We need to stop acting like this is a normal situation! Ann Takamaki and Kasumi Yoshizawa would never be caught naked in public, let alone kissing or…or doing other things while people watch! But….but we aren’t ourselves anymore, are we Senpai? Mishima stole our names and our clothes! Everything ‘normal’ about us he has locked away somewhere in Mementos and until we get it back we…we can’t keep acting like ‘ourselves’. We aren’t! We’re…we’re whatever he wants us to be. He has our identities now. He’s the one who controls what replaces them.”

Haru blushed, smiling in embarrassment. “And we do know what he wants us to be.”

Ann blushed. “…Sluts.”

All three girls felt the same rush. It was such a degrading, dismissive, shameful term. And yet, what better way to describe this group of wayward, naked, horny, disgraced of former thieves than that? Mishima had crowned them the royal sovereigns of all things shameful and slutty. That was all he would allow them to be until they found a way out of this situation.

“This is my fault, Senpai. Please allow me to make amends. Use me however you like.” Kasumi whispered.

“Don’t say things like that…” Ann warned.

“Its all right. I don’t-“ Kasumi began.

“You don’t understand.” Haru hissed.

Ann leaned forward, pressing herself again against the athletic girl. Ann was giving her an intense look. Slowly and deliberately she repositioned herself so that her long booted legs became entwined with Kasumi’s own black boots. She stared, looking over the red head.

“I’m not sure you were aware of this. But its been quite difficult not to stare ever since you arrived in that pornographic parody of Joker’s costume.” Haru noted.

“….I noticed.” Kasumi said intensely, returning Ann’s stare measure for measure.

“You can’t say things like that.” Ann repeated. “We’ve been watching you all this time. Do you know all the things I’ve been imagining doing to you since you got here?”

“Sorry, Senpai…” Kasumi said, her voice full of lust. “I’m not a very imaginative girl. If you want me to understand you’ll have to show me…”

And then their world shrank again to focus entirely on one another. The kiss was more intense than ever, Ann pressing herself firmly against her junior classmate. Kasumi blushed intensely, parted her legs as Ann closed the final distance between them. Kasumi moaned, lost in a sea of sensation as something warm, wet and hungry pressed against her inner folds. Ann eagerly ground her pussy against the younger girl, establishing a lusty tempo Kasumi happily matched as she wrapped her flexible legs tightly around the other girl. Haru watched as the two girls erotically scissored before her, their long legs and dark leather boots enfolding one another making an unforgettable sight. Blushing, Haru quickly set her phone aside, ensuring that it was filming and pointing in the direction of the lusty duo. Blushing, Haru moved to the side of the love makers, her hands trembling and her whole body blushing crimson. Taking a breath, Haru firmly ran a hand along Ann’s butt before seizing the tail. Ann gasped and broke the kiss, staring into the wanton eyes of the rich girl. Without a word Haru manipulated the exposed end of the butt plug, matching their movements while twirling the end of the imbedded instrument in tiny circles, adding all the more stimulation to the other girl. Kasumi opened her eyes and stared, dazed and lost, as Haru knelt before them, her legs parted mere inches from their faces. With a blush the two girls shifted their position minutely, Kasumi burying her face in Haru’s exposed sex while Ann nuzzled and sucked her large pink nipples. At no time did the pair cease their frantic love making with one another even while accommodating.

Makoto stared, completely aghast at what she had witnessed, too stunned to intervene. Her eyes widened as she met Haru’s gaze, a knowing sharpness to her eyes as she returned the look before moaning and craning her neck back, writhing in pleasure. Makoto’s felt her heart catch in her throat. Haru knew she was watching. Her breathing became ragged and body awash in arousal.

“Queen…” A voice came behind her.

Makoto whirled around. Futaba stood before her, trembling in embarrassment, naked except for her green gloves and shoes, and the odd yellow belt that encircled her waste and each of her thighs. She was blushing intensely, some distant red light reflecting in her glasses. Makoto all at once was struck with old, familiar feelings of how cute and vulnerable Futaba looked when she forced out of her element of games and the internet….and more recent feelings of just how sexy the thin, nerdy girl was beneath her baggy clothes. Makoto stared, glanced back at the threesome proceeding close by, then looked back at Futaba.

“Wh-what is it??” Makoto hissed, feeling overwhelmed by the sort of thoughts she had scolded the others from having no so long ago.

“I’m sorry. I can’t do it. Its too embarrassing!” Futaba moaned.

Makoto blinked, momentarily lost. “Oh. I see. You can’t get the sensors up.”

“...Sorry.” Futaba said in shame. “I…I tried!”

“Did you?” Makoto asked, her voice a soft pure like the engine of her motorcycle.

“I did! I can get the image for a bit, but I can’t hone in on it. I keep getting…umm…overwhelmed.” Futaba said sadly.

“That’s…I understand.” Makoto said, taking a step back.

Futaba raised an eyebrow, then blinked and gaped at the other three.

“Kasumi thinks our Personas might make us lose control the way she did earlier. She said the solution was to keep them satisfied so they don’t get bored.” Makoto said matter of factly.

Futaba stared, her mouth hanging open. Makoto smiled, enjoying the reaction, feeling a sense of adoration and something positively wicked taking hold of her beyond the lust and shame. Makoto grasped the shorter girl by the arm and guided her towards the others. A rosey glow settled over her cheeks as she watched Futaba gaped at the others, recognizing her own reactions just a moment ago.

“Futaba!” She said, louder than she intended.

“Y-yes!!” Futaba asked.

“….So you can’t access your magic….” Makoto blushed. “Is there something I can do to help?”