Booty Queen

There was no surprise that the giant Boombox was a building with a door they could just walk in and still there was no surprise upon finding that the interior was an unfathomably large nightclub. There were dancefloors, lounge areas, bars, small private areas for more intimate shows and this was all as far as the eye could see. No matter where you went, however, the heavy beat of techno music was clearly audible.

Even at a small private area near the entrance where the Phantom Thief girls were, they could feel the deep bass and drum beat. They watched the dancers, and were vaguely aware that no one in the crowd had visible faces and if they turned away or lost focus, the composition of the crowd would change. There were plenty of commonalities, despite the changes in the crowd: the women were always scantily clad with either hourglass or pear-like figures, while the men were lean and muscular. And the atmosphere oozed sex appeal.

"I can't sense any Shadows here, they're only cognitive beings." Futaba had to raise her voice to make herself heard properly over the music.

It took Makoto a good second to realize what Futaba was talking about. It felt like she had to drag the memory that they were in the Metaverse out of the sugary mental muck in her brain. It seemed like it should be important that Futaba couldn't find any Shadows but Makoto couldn't think of why; the music was too enticing... distracting! Makoto meant that the music was distracting.

"We... we should split up to cover more ground." Makoto suggested. It was a sound strategy, but there was something telling Makoto that they should just leave instead. That voice was increasingly being squashed beneath the thrum of the music. "Futaba, you stay here and monitor the situation. Tell us the second you see anything."

"You got it, Booty Queen!"

"What did you call me?" Makoto looked at Futaba confusedly.

"Queen?" Futaba returned the confused look. "Are we not using codenames?"

"Oh! Right, of course we should." Makoto could have sworn Futaba had said something besides 'Queen'. "Let's get moving!"

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Makoto strutted across the dance floor, not realizing she was moving in time to the beat. That thick, heavy beat exerted a light pressure on her head that she found way too pleasant. She had thought it was a good idea to split up and search, but now the thought occurred to her that she didn't know what they were looking for. They were scouting out the area for... something? The catchy tunes were making it difficult to concentrate. Maybe they should try another tactic.

She strutted to the center of the dance floor and started to shake her hips. Her idea was to get someone's attention by putting on the hottest show she could. They called her 'Queen' because of her ability to command tactically, but she'd show them that she could be another kind of queen. Or something. The music was making any silly idea seem like the best idea.

As soon as she began to move, people around her stopped what they were doing and stared. Some even clapped along with the beat. She let go of her inhibitions completely, letting every ounce of energy pour through her limbs.

Everyone's eyes were on her. That was good or so her music addled brain told her. Makoto felt herself getting carried away. This was the right thing to do! She wanted to be noticed, admired, worshiped—she needed to be worshipped. A chorus of voices rang in her ears. She ignored them, focusing solely on the throbbing rhythm pounding against her chest.

The song changed to something faster and harder. She smirked at the challenge, putting her hands on her thighs, she crouched lightly and bounced her ass to the beat. Everyone cheered and applauded wildly. Makoto felt herself blush slightly under the praise. What a rush! But she still wasn't satisfied. Something was missing.

She stood straight again, bouncing once more before dropping down and thrusting her pelvis forward. Her hands ran along her body, guiding and emphasizing the movement of her hips and butt. She smiled; this was so fun, everyone was looking at her and she craved more attention.

But this wasn't what she was supposed to be doing. A sense of wrongness poked her. Wasn't she supposed to be finding something?

Suddenly, something smashed into her from behind, sending her stumbling. The music went dead silent as she recovered. Who would dare do something like that to Booty Queen? Her thoughts were quickly consumed by irritation and any reasonable and rational thoughts having been bounced right out of her head. She spun around ready to fight whoever dared attack her when she realized who it was.

The woman wore a tight, black mini-dress which showed off ample cleavage from her generous breasts; her thick thighs were covered in fishnet stockings and her black high heels gave her another centimeter or two in height. Her red eyes narrowed at Makoto, her cherry red lips pursed tightly together. Her glossy silver hair shined under the strobing lights.

"What do you think you're doing Makoto?" Sae Niijima rebuked Makoto.

Makoto cocked her hip to one side. She was trying to rationalize things in her mind, put up a strong front. She tried to remind herself that this woman with the bombshell body couldn't be her sister. She looked younger and... and the people here weren't real, Makoto had to remind herself. However, the fact that she recognized this person as Sae made Makoto tense up and she struggled against submissive feelings.

"W-well, what about you?" Makoto tried to take a more dominant attitude. "What are you doing here?"

Sae snorted and crossed her arms over her chest. "What's the matter? Can't stand to see your big sis partying?"

"I don't have time for this," Makoto growled.

"Sure, get out of here. This isn't the kind of place for little kids anyway." Sae taunted.

Makoto felt anger bubble up inside her. The music had started up again and sounded more aggressive, Makoto's irritation pulsed with the beat.

"You're just gonna be in big sis' shadow if you stick around." Sae sneered, shaking her hips for emphasis.

Makoto clenched her fists. Any rational thoughts were getting drowned out by the music and Makoto's swelling pride. She should have turned around, ignored this cognitive being and returned to casing the joint, but Makoto felt the need to answer this challenge. She was a grown woman and she didn't bow to nobody, she was a Booty Queen!

Makoto walked right up to Sae, their breasts squishing up together. They were close enough that they could feel each other's breath on their faces. Sae looked at Makoto with a condescending smirk.

"I'm going to show you who the real Queen around here is." Makoto said in a low voice.

With a jerk of her chest, Makoto pushed Sae away; she twirled away and strutted to the middle of the dance floor, her hips swaying to the rhythm. Her ass pointed towards Sae, Makoto started to bounce up and down slowly, giving the impression of grinding. As she moved, her shorts seemed to tighten against her butt cheeks and the fabric clung to her skin. She looked back at Sae with a taunting smirk.

Sae glared at Makoto with burning red eyes.

"A dance-off against me? Haven't you learned that you'll never be better than your big sis?" Sae sneered as she she began to move along with the music.

"Bring it, bitch!" Makoto replied. The aggressive music instilled a need to dominate in Makoto. She was a queen and she wasn't going to let some fake representation of her sister push her around. With every step, Makoto shook her hips harder, thrusting them outwards. In response, Sae matched her movements and stepped forward.

Makoto's lips twisted in a smile as Sae got close, she was in perfect range for Makoto to strike. Her muscles tensed for a moment as she thrust her butt at Sae, intending to slam her, throw her off balance and send her sprawling. But instead, Sae spun around and smashed her behind against Makoto's ass. Makoto growled as her supreme weapon had been perfectly countered. They grinded their butts against each other and continued moving to the music, periodically slamming into each other to the beat. Neither gave an inch, nor backed down at all.

Makoto hadn't noticed, but the music had changed from an aggressive stomp to a more upbeat, energetic tempo. Makoto's irritation was fading, though her desire to dominate still reigned strong. Every time she butt slammed against her sister, she lost a bit of that anger until she couldn't help giving genuine playful smiles to her rival. The music seeped into Makoto, the thought of showing up her sister excited her. It made her want to go further. She wanted to prove herself superior to her sister, completely forgetting what she should be doing and the fact that this wasn't actually her sister but another illusory being.

The two danced, grinding their asses together, occasionally slapping each other's rear ends. Makoto giggled as her head spun, the music and atmosphere were so intoxicating. Out of the corner of her eye, it seemed that Sae was being less aggressive and more following Makoto's lead. This was as things should be, she thought; all eyes on the Booty Queen.