The Phantom Queens of Sluts

“M-Mishima-kun?” Kasumi yelped, trying to hide behind the other girls.

The shadow smiled and smugly crossed his arm.

“You…” Ann and Makoto said at the same time, a look of outrage on their faces

Futaba said nothing, but a look of absolute horror spread across her face, almost as stricken as Kasumi was feeling.

Haru looked around at the others. “Umm, what’s happening exactly?”

“We ran into this bastard months ago. Mishima was getting more and more demanding and belligerent with who we should be targeting, so much so we intended to steal his heart. But Joker convinced us to back off. We THOUGHT Mishima came around on his own and his shadow disappeared.” Ann explained tersely.

“I did disappear. But you of all people should know what living under Kamoshida’s thumb does to a person, Panther. My other half has been struggling for some time. On his best days I disappear. On his worst…well, here we are.” Mishima’s Shadow said with a shrug.

“So you were the one that did this to poor Kasumi-chan? How could you?” Makoto demanded.

“The Phan site has been getting flooded lately with newcomers, many of them a lot more aggressive and out for blood than they have been. Mishima has been struggling to keep out the trolls and extremists, but some of their ideas started to trickle in. He’s always gotten a thrill every time your enemies were **** to confess and debase themselves in public. What did it really matter if that humiliation was ramped up a little? It didn’t really help that Phantom Thief activity had dropped off sharply after the Medjed incident. People were making requests and no one was responding…all of you were too absorbed in your little civil war to help your Phans. So someone had to step in. And if I was going to have to decide who to target, I was going to decide how they would be disciplined. Mishima of course can’t steal hearts the way you can.” The Shadow said bitterly. “If the Phantom Thieves had been paying attention, I wouldn’t be here.”

“I’m partly responsible for that distraction.” Haru said with a sigh. “I’m sorry for having a hand in you reawakening. But that doesn’t justify what you’ve been doing!”

“Guys…” Futaba said, horrified.

“You know I sympathize with your situation, Mishima-kun. You and Shiho suffered the worst because of Kamoshida. But that’s exactly why I can’t let you turn into another demented pervert like he was! The best thing I can do for you and Kasumi’s sake is to defeat you right here and now and make that change of heart!” Ann said, uncoiling her whip.

“GUYS…” Futaba said with greater urgency.

“Just like the others said. Everything that happened to you doesn’t justify humiliating Kasumi or anyone else, especially not while doing it in the name of the Phantom Thieves! I’m going to deal with you the way I deal with every pervert in our school, with my fist of justice!” Makoto cried.

“GUYS!!!” Futaba screamed.

“WHAT?” All three of them asked, whirling on Futaba, their adrenaline still pumping from giving their defiant speeches.

“He…Mishima knows who the Phantom Thieves are. His shadow knows all of our names.” Futaba whispered.

The three girls blinked, looked at Futaba, looked at one another in dismay, and looked at the Shadow standing smugly at the end of the long corridor.

“Ahem. Ann Takamaki. Makoto Niijima. Futaba Sakura. And now Haru Okumura. I know your name and your identity. And as such I claim it for my own.” The Shadow intoned, pointing at the four girls.

With a growl Makoto began running down the tunnel like a racer at the sound of the starting gun. Ann and Haru joined her mere seconds behind, all hurtling towards the shadow as fast as the possibly could. Each of them realized what would happen if the shadow finished the next words.

“Now. Show us all who you really are.” Mishima said with a twisted smile, waiting until they were almost upon him to speak.

The darkness of the tunnel was instantly lit up by four pillars of azure flame. Kasumi yelped as even poor Futaba, who had remained cowering in back, found herself engulfed in a pyrotechnic display. The red haired girl found her heart skipping a beat as the flames rose to the sealing and danced around her. Within she could make out four blue silhouettes moving around frantically, their arms dashing up and down their bodies. Kasumi knew those motions horribly well, for she had undergone her own dance of shame not so long ago, instinctively trying to ‘catch’ each item of her clothing as the flames spread over them, hoping somehow to put out the blaze and spare herself the shame of being naked. Alas, it had proven impossible for her to hault the transformation in any way. Just like it was proving impossible for her rescuers. Kasumi bit her lip, a stab of guilt coming over her as she watched the flames slowly die. She knew very well how impossibly humiliating the experience would be for the other girls. And yet she found herself relishing the chance to see how the others would react when suffering the same ordeal she had been subjected to. And more than anything else, she was looking forward to seeing them all as naked and embarrassed as she had been all day!

Ann was the first to come fully into view, the blue flames around her vanishing as suddenly as they had appeared. The flames had claimed the majority of her skin tight red cat suit, although her body was doing a fair job of camouflaging this fact given the deep blush moving over her bare skin. Kasumi felt a twinge of jealousy gazing at the magnificent body of the swim suit model that was her Senpai. Despite her best efforts and the genuine pride she took in her own figure, she was in several ways inferior to Panther’s form- from her magnificiently large breasts to her well rounded bottom. And there was an extra bounce to Ann’s figure that exercise and firm muscles tended to eliminate from the body, proof that she had simply been graced with this breath taking appearance as a consequence of her mixed heritage and pure luck (and dieting, if one were inclined to be charitable, which the envious Kasumi was decidedly not in that moment). Much like Kasumi herself the transformation had left Ann with her pink gloves and thigh high dark crimson boots. Her mask had been replaced with a headband sporting red kitty ears inlaid with jeweled rubies (Kasumi had no way of knowing that the style of those cat ears was a deliberate mockery of the ‘crown’ her doppleganger in Kamoshida’s palace had worn). Secured snugly around her neck was a red collar the color of her lost leather attire, complete with a small metal nametag with the words 'kitty' across the front, declaring to the world Ann was now someone's pet. And as with Kasumi’s transformation, the inclusion of these remnants seemed there simply to mock and emphasize how sexy and naked she was apart from those spare bits. As Ann moved forward, trying to hide her body behind her hands, she gave a cry of dismay and a hint of pleasure and promptly fell to her knees. This allowed Kasumi to see that Ann Takamaki was indeed shaven clean and smooth along her most secret of places, and to see the last and certainly most humiliating addition of her subtracted wardrobe. Her red cat tale was still a part of her ensemble, with the important change that it was now attached as the outer extension of a beaded butt plug that seemed to be embedded humiliatingly deeply inside the femme fatale.

As the flames subsided around Makoto her wardrobe had also suffered heavy casualties. She had been allowed to keep her steel toed shoes and the leathery black armor up to and including her spiked knee pads. Her two white biker gloves also remained a part of her costume, as did the spiked shoulder pads and the long black scarf she kept wrapped around her neck. Otherwise, her athletic, well toned body was fully naked and on display for every to see. Kasumi noted with surprise that her form seemed as well maintained as the dancer’s own body. Indeed, her Senpai had developed a well sculpted row of abs along her stomach, no doubt a result of emphasizing muscle gain and fighting over finesse and dance. As for the rest of her, Makoto’s breasts were more on par with Kasumi’s own size, big and beautiful in their own right but far from the best among the phantom thieves. There was also a thin runway of black hairs between beautifully muscled thighs. To Kasumi’s surprise there was a glint of metal visible at the tips of her nipples and even along her clit where it was peeking out of her folds. The transformation seemed to have carried over the spiked biker aesthetic by giving the class president piercings, seemingly of the sort that provide a slight tingle of vibration and weight whenever the person moves or receives stimulation.

The last spark of Haru’s fire revealed that the transformation had retained some semblance of her swashbuckling attire, although now to a far more titillating affect. Her shoes and black stockings were still visible. Her purple gloves still graced her hands, and the oversized gun belt still wrapped snuggly against her hip, with the addition of a lacy black garter belt running beneath the brown leather with straps securing her stockings. Surprisingly, although her mask was now gone the girl still had the fancy feathered hat atop her head and the jeweled neckerchief around her throat. The rest of her costume nowhere to be seen, leaving her as lewdly naked and ashamed as the other girls. Kasumi felt a new pang of jealousy at the sight of her body, this one worse than seeing either Ann or Makoto. Haru had always seemed a fairly shy and subdued girl, polite but pointedly modest in manner and outlook. She had always favored frumpy clothes that revealed as little of herself as possible in public. Apparently she was hiding something extraordinary. Her body was the lithe form of a professionally trained dancer, a practice she clearly did not maintain as religiously as Kasumi but nonetheless retained that tell tale hint of finesse and grace. Yet her figure rivalled Ann for prominence, perhaps hinting at a less than healthy diet offset by her exercise routine.

And last came poor Futaba, the shy nerd of the Phantom Thieves. Like the rest Futaba no longer had her techno mask to hide her identity (likely symbolic of her name being taken and identity revealed, as the nudity supposedly had been). The transformation had kindly left her the thick pair of glasses she used in her civilian life, now tinted green to match her color motif. It also spared the neon green shoes and gloves she typically wore as well as the black thigh warmers and arm warmers she wore up to her elbows and knees. The transformation had even left her with the four metallic disks she wore over her lower joints and the golden belt that hugged her waste and thighs. But the neon skin tight portion of her costume that completed the techno futuristic look was mockingly gone, leaving her somewhat pale, nude body on display. Futaba was not known for her healthy lifestyle, but long nights spent in front of a computer with minimal nourishment aside from the occasional bowl of curry had left her thin, slinky figure that was as cute and seductive as the others. Her breasts were small (a mercy for Kasumi’s ego) but clearly sensitive and perky, and the erect nipples were all the more prominent with their smaller size, sticking out like the tips of erasers even as she blushed and covered herself in shame.

Yoshizawa looked at the stunned faces of the humiliated girls. The with a breath she unsheathed her sword and strode passed them. Mishima watched her approach with a smirk, the passages behind him filling with the chortling laughter of a growing horde of shadows. When she had come with ten feet of her target, she moved into a defensive position, her blade held in front of her like a fencer.

“Yoshizawa-san? Or can I call you ‘Sumi-chan’? Current circumstances seem a little too intimate for the usual formalities, but you’ll forgive me if I refuse to lower myself to calling you ‘Kasumi’. I’m sure you’ll understand why sooner or later.” The Shadow drolled. “What do you think you are doing, Sumi-chan?”

“You used me.” She said.

“I did. I knew you had some power and that you’d come looking for me. I owed you some potent humiliation, but that’s nothing compared to what I owe these girls. What I put you through is just a drop in the ocean to what they are facing.” The Shadow said.

“I won’t let you…” Kasumi trailed off.

“Oh? And what will you do? I’ve taken your name. You only have access to the powers I give you access to. No magic except healing and revival. No physical skills at all. You have your full health and stamina (it would be unfortunate if we had to hold back with administering punishments like spankings, and as you’ve seen your superhuman endurance works supremely well for experiencing prolonged arousal, pleasure and orgasms, and allows your body to recover and enjoy more such pleasures faster than a normal human). But your accuracy and ability to inflict harm have been reduced to absolute minimum. If I were to put it into terms the game obsessed girl behind you would understand- I’ve reduced you to a level one character who is trying to fight in the final boss’ dungeon. You should just walk away. Your part in all of this is over.”

“No it isn’t.” Kasumi snapped.

“Sigh. Stubborn. You’ve seen where interfering has gotten you so far. If you stick around you’ll only be included in the next round of humiliations. Are you really prepared to make a pointless little gesture of defiance just because you feel guilty about putting them in this predicament? Or is it something else? Maybe than inner slut of yours that played with herself so enthusiastically in front of the shadows a few hours ago hasn’t been satisfied yet? How much more of a disgrace can you be, little Sumi?” The Shadow asked.

“T-t-they wouldn’t leave me behind. I can’t do any less.” Kasumi stammered. “A-and I know your moves! I’ve dealt with this the longest. I can help them find a way to stop you!”

“And you’re a humiliation craving slut.” The Shadow finished.

Kasumi blushed.

“Go on. Say it. If you want to participate in this punishment, I’ll need to be convinced you deserve to be here. As it stands you seem a little too righteous and virtuous to be here. This is a lesson for Phantom Thieves and debased nudists only. Why shouldn’t I have my shadows just overpower you and drag you back up to the surface? We can confiscate your phone, find a nice crowded street corner, and transport you naked into the heart of the city. That should be a sufficient level of humiliation for you! Unless you truly want to be here…”

“…..” Kasumi paused.

“Feh. Get her out of here.” Mishima said in contempt.

“Kasumi, it will be fine. Don’t-“ Ann began.

“I want to stay.” Kasumi said.

“Hmmm? A little louder please?”

“….I want to stay! I want to be humiliated!” Kasumi said, her voice echoing through the chamber.

“Hmmmm. Still not sure…” Mishima said.

“I WANT TO STAY! I WANT TO BE PLAYED WITH! I WANT TO BE NAKED AND PHOTOGRAPHED! I WANT TO TOUCH MYSELF IN FRONT OF EVERYONE! I WANT TO BE STARED AT AND MOCKED AND TEASED! I WANT TO STAY!” Kasumi screamed, begging and blushing, knowing there was truth in her words and feeling ashamed.

“Eh. Sure. I’ll consider you an honorary member of the newest branch of the Phantom Thieves of Heart…we can call you the Phantom Queens of Sluts! Hmm. Maybe workshop that one. Anyway, since you have seniority in being a perverted Persona exhibitionist you can be the honorary leader of the group. You already have the Joker coat and everything! So….” Mishima smiled wider still. “What’s your first order, Sumi-chan….?”

Kasumi looked down, blushing and angry and heart pounding. Sowly she sheathed her sword and looked Mishima in the eye. “My first order…”

“RUN!” She screamed, turning around and darting back down the corridor.

Mementos seemed to quake from the guttural roar of laughter that issued up from shadow horde behind them. Mishima smiled and held up his hands, displaying his fingers.

“Ten seconds. Nine…Eight…Seven…” He began, ticking the numbers off his fingers one by one.

Kasumi paused briefly before her stunned, naked senpais (and now subordinates, somehow?), repeating the command to run. Makoto and Haru nodded, stood and began dashing down the corridor. Ann and Futaba rose to their feet and began to move as well, but quickly trailed behind. Taking a deep breath, Kasumi began running alongside the two least athletic members of the Phantom Thieves, urging them to go faster and emphasizing the command with a slap to each of their exposed asses, drowning out their cries of pain and protests with more spanks until they were keeping pace with the rest of the group. And thus began the ignominious career of the ‘Phantom Queens’, as five completely naked, humiliated girls dashed up and down the maze of Mementos, ample boobs and lovely asses bouncing in all directions, a massive dark horde of jeering, laughing shadows following closely behind.