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Persona-users couldn’t have Shadows.
That was a known fact, one of the first and incontestable truths that was known about the Dark Hour; those with Personas, or the potential to wield them, were not affected by the fell light of those impossible hours. Nobody had ever questioned this knowledge, and nobody had ever had any reason to believe otherwise. It was, as far as anything could truly be when dealing with such bizarre matters, incontrovertible.
However, knowing that such Shadows were impossible didn’t help Makoto Yuki at all when they had their hands all over him, and it helped even less when they started to pull his clothes off.
“Mmm, good boy.”
The thing that wore the form of Yukari Takeba giggled as she broke their latest kiss, her eyes shining bright and unearthly yellow as she watched Makoto’s face slacken yet further, his body exposed entirely to their eyes as his last piece of clothing fell away. Yukari’s hand trailed to his chest, stroking at the supple muscle and slim build, and Makoto felt himself trembling with something other than fear when fixed with those cold yellow gazes.
“Very well done, Takeba.” said the second Shadow behind her, the voice and body of Mitsuru Kirijo turned to a far darker and crueller purpose than Makoto would ever have expected it to be. She folded her arms tight, shamelessly accentuating her bust in a way that the real Mitsuru never would, a cold smile crossing her face. “Now, if you would assist me?”
“Of course!” Yukari giggled, her tone taking the real Yukari’s sardonic humour and twisting it to something mean and dominant, giving Makoto one final brain-melting kiss before gently pushing him in the chest. Makoto stumbled back, struck dumb and rendered helpless in the face of their dominance, and Yukari pointed to his feet. “You stay right there, OK?”
Makoto nodded silently, and Yukari blew him a kiss and turned to help Mitsuru. The clothes of the Shadows warped and changed almost imperceptibly, their mockeries of the SEES uniforms twisting just a bit to reinforce just how much these were not the original girls; Yukari’s skirt shortened even further and her stockings shifted to thigh-high length, her eye makeup darkening and her lips curled into a cruel, painted smile. Mitsuru’s ribbon fell away and her neckline dropped, revealing the hefty cleavage that the dignified girl usually kept hidden away. The heels on her boots grew taller, her gloves were longer and shinier, her hair darker and her skin paler, the corrupted imitation of her skirt doing very little save for highlighting the soft, seductive give of her thighs.
They were ethereal and terrifying, corruptions and mockeries of the original Yukari and Mitsuru that the real girls would doubtlessly meet with nothing but contemptuous disgust and outright rejection, but as they stared down Makoto with that baleful golden gleam in their eyes, he found he could do nothing but sink to his knees and await whatever they wanted from him.
The bulky harness that Yukari helped to secure around Mitsuru’s waist was intimidating enough, the corrupted Shadow chuckling in cruel anticipation as she secured it around the delectable thighs of her ‘leader’, but what drew Makoto’s attention was the cock fastened to the front; thick and girthy, deep scarlet but with veins of glowing supernatural Shadow gold. Yukari ran her hands up Mitsuru’s thighs and grabbed her hips, pressing her form flush against Mitsuru’s back, leaning up onto her toes to rest her chin on Mitsuru’s shoulder and brushing that lustrous red hair aside to press a kiss into her neck. Mitsuru sighed contentedly and leaned into the touch, her hand dipping back to loop around Yukari’s waist as the two Shadows felt each other up, seemingly almost forgetting about Makoto entirely.
Makoto’s cock pulsed between his legs as he knelt there, slowly stiffening as he watched the corrupted imitation of Yukari and Mitsuru’s slowly improving real-world relationship. They weren’t looking at him at all, and somehow that only made it even more arousing for him as he watched, not moving a muscle, the Shadows clinging closer to each other as darkness swirled around Tartarus, illuminated in the pale green of the Dark Hour.
But then they broke apart, and their eyes were fixed on him again, Makoto’s cock pulsing harder than ever as the pale, inhuman gold of their gaze rested on his naked body. Yukari smiled, a cruel and dangerous thing compared to the real Yukari’s warm-hearted teasing, and pressed her mouth to Mitsuru’s ear, licking the shell and giving only a single encouragement.
“Fuck him good for me.”
The tiny smirk that crossed Mitsuru’s Shadow’s mouth was the most terrifyingly arousing thing that Makoto had ever seen. She stepped forwards, walking towards him with a poised, shameless strut that exaggerated the real Mitsuru’s confidence and removed any sense of decency, her hips swaying and her heels clacking loudly on the floor. Makoto could only look up at her as she advanced on him, growing larger and taller above him all the time, until she was stood right there and he was kneeling at her feet, the true Mitsuru’s tendencies towards social dominance made very, very real and very, very sexy.
“Turn over.” Mitsuru said, her voice taking all of the original’s commanding charisma with none of the humanity. Her golden eyes fixed on Makoto, holding him almost transfixed. “Ass up, face down.”
Makoto wasn’t particularly proud of how quickly he scrambled to obey the Shadow’s instructions, but nor did he feel much by way of shame; Mitsuru was compelling enough as it was, and this supernatural imitation of her had a sense of authority that would have been nearly impossible to ignore even if he’d wanted to. He turned over onto his hands and knees and raised his ass to her, his face pushed into the floor, feeling the shiny leather gloves of Mitsuru’s Shadow coming to rest on his hips.
“So slim, so slutty.” Mitsuru praised as she stroked and grabbed greedily at his waist and hips, foul language falling from her lips with an ease that was shocking to hear in the voice of the Kirijo heiress. “You’ve always been asking for this, and I’m going to fuck you like you deserve.”
For a brief moment, Makoto’s lust-dazed brain could only wonder whether her words were an exaggerated manifestation of Mitsuru’s desires, or his own; considering that Persona-users weren’t supposed to have Shadows at all, he had no idea where the base material of their ‘personalities’ would come from. Either way, just the thought had Makoto’s brain in a total tailspin; whether this meant Mitsuru secretly wanted to fuck him up the ass, or ‘just’ that he secretly wanted her to fuck him up the ass, it was a pretty incendiary prospect that had his cock pulsing all the harder between his legs.
Mitsuru’s touch was roaming over him now, groping at the soft curve of his ass, feeling the cheeks, brushing a slim, long, gloved finger against his asshole. Makoto gasped and trembled, his cock dripping precum, and Mitsuru’s Shadow gave a cold, dominant chuckle at his expense. Her touch was superficially gentle, but it had Makoto melting in desire nonetheless as it ran across his ass and over his balls, testing a little at his hole once again before stroking at his thighs.
Makoto buried his face in the ground, his cheeks flushing red and breaking through his usual stoicism. He was so screwed.
But then Yukari was there, her hands coming to join with Mitsuru’s as the two Shadows fondled his backside. Where Mitsuru’s touch was dominant yet restrained, Yukari’s was cruel and greedy; she gripped the base of his cock tightly, but gave him only a single deft stroke before letting go entirely and moving her fingers to his ass. Makoto growled in low submission as he felt Yukari’s fingers, impossibly slicked in only seconds, pressing into his asshole, stretching and testing him more than should have been possible without preparation or care.
Makoto’s back curved and he let out a low moan, his naked body shining with sweat in the sickly moonlight, and Yukari added another finger. She scissored and spread them, stretching him out with impossible ease, his tight ring slick with constant lube, his body itself reshaping to the will of the Shadows toying with him. Then Mitsuru was back, holding his ass cheeks apart with gloved hands digging in and no doubt leaving red marks behind for him to find later, exposing him completely to her gaze. Yukari withdrew her fingers slowly, stretching him a little more as she went, before giving his balls a teasing squeeze that had Makoto feeling like he was about to burst.
“Guh.” Makoto panted, his voice tense and strained as the Shadow corruption of Yukari toyed with him. The muscles in his back all contracted and clenched, his back arching and ass pushed out, and Makoto had never felt so slutty. Yukari let out another cruel little laugh, and kept it up, her fingers a constant torment on his balls and his hanging, impossibly hard cock.
“I think he’s all ready for you.” Yukari said, her voice slipping into a dark, mean anticipatory tone as she finally withdrew completely, getting back to her feet as Mitsuru knelt behind Makoto. Makoto himself couldn’t help but dread in the best possible way what was coming next; the real Mitsuru was ruthless and domineering enough when she wanted to be, how rough would this Shadow form of her be?
While he didn’t openly admit it to himself, he couldn’t wait to find out.
Mitsuru’s gloved hands were unyielding and tough on the pert cheeks of his ass as she held them open, Yukari’s Shadow slipping back in and grabbing the strap-on, aiming the flared head of the thick dildo right at his tight, slick, pink ring. Makoto had never felt like this before; so intimate, so open, so vulnerable. Even as the girthy Shadow cock pushed in, inch after inch of it feeding with impossible ease into the clenching tightness of his asshole, Makoto didn’t resist. He didn’t clench, he didn’t panic, he simply submitted, his natural apathy lending itself easily to a surrender like this. Mitsuru’s Shadow just kept on pushing the cock into his ass, and Yukari’s was a constant presence around them with roaming hands and cruel words, his friends and teammates copied and warped into a dominatrix and a mean girl, and Makoto could do nothing but lie there and take it.
Once Mitsuru was all the way in, every inch of cock fed into Makoto’s asshole, she released her grip on his cheeks and placed a hand on his back, rubbing a slow circle into the sweaty, heaving skin. The real Mitsuru would have doubtlessly intended for this as a comforting, grounding gesture, but the Shadow used it merely as an expression of control, holding him down, reinforcing her dominance over him in a way that Makoto couldn’t help but surrender completely to. Then Yukari slapped his ass, and he moaned loudly, his usual silence broken in a display of slutty submission.
“Good boy.” Yukari praised, the Shadow’s tone dripping with contempt and cruel enjoyment. “You’re being such a slut for us aren’t you, ‘leader’?”
Mitsuru’s first few thrusts into Makoto were slow and deliberate, exerting her dominance by taking her time, making clear that she was entirely operating at her own pace and according to her own desire. But then Yukari spoke up again, her usual bubbly tone twisted into an eager cruelty, accompanied by another slap of his ass. “Don’t be mean, Mitsuru-senpai, give our slutty leader what he wants!”
No further encouragement was needed from one Shadow to another, and Mitsuru set her gloved hands around Makoto’s slim waist and began to fuck him, her rhythm powerful and impossibly smooth, the feel of the thick cock pounding in and out of his asshole enough to have the helpless man moaning and whining in overstimulated desperation. Mitsuru was going at him hard and fast, her strong thighs slapping into Makoto’s ass, and Yukari was constantly adjusting his position to better open him up for her, the Shadow form of his friend pushing down on his back and giving Mitsuru a better angle to rail him from.
“Look at that arch.” Yukari’s Shadow crooned with almost sadistic delight as she watched one of her leaders sodomising the other, two dignified and stoic authority figures reduced to nothing but rutting animals, Mitsuru’s Shadow keeping up her intense pace while Makoto simply moaned, his cock dripping precum onto the floor and swaying with each slam into his ass. “He’s taking you so good.”
“It’s what he was made for.” Mitsuru said, the Shadow’s tone almost impossibly calm and relaxed given how hard she was fucking his ass at the same time. Makoto could only keen helplessly; she sounded so much like Mitsuru… “He wants this, he needs this.”
“Fuck.” Yukari hissed, the Shadow gripping hard at Makoto’s shoulder and drawing a long, slow line up his back with her other hand, her touch feeling both creepingly cold and impossibly hot at the same time. “So sexy. You’re ruining him.”
“Don’t sit this out, Takeba.” Mitsuru’s Shadow ordered, the cruel smirk audible through her tone. “No need to deny yourself.”
An evil grin spreading across her face, Yukari dragged her hands up Makoto’s back in long, slow rakes, her nails digging harshly into the pale skin and leaving burning red tracks that had him crying out in pain. She shifted so she was sat in front of him and pulled his head up, Makoto now only inches from the bright, gleaming golden eyes of the Shadow wearing his friend’s face, Yukari’s expression shifting in sadistic pleasure as she watched him squirm and moan.
She was so like the Yukari he knew, and yet nothing like her at the same time…Makoto couldn’t decide if he found the difference repulsive or desperately arousing. Or maybe both.
“You wanna eat me out, ‘leader’?” Yukari taunted, her tiny skirt warping itself yet further so it provided no obstruction whatsoever to the slick, pink slit and soft brown hair between her legs. “Wanna make me feel good, like a good boy?”
Makoto could do nothing but whine and nod, his mouth hanging open and his eyes glazed over with helpless pleasure as Mitsuru pounded his ass, his rectum accommodating her with increasing ease as his body continued to corrupt and rewrite itself to the whims of its impossible tormenters.
“Get to it, then.” Yukari’s Shadow said, her cold and demanding tone a deranged exaggeration of the real girl’s speech, her hand harshly grabbing him by the hair and pulling him down into the tight wet of her cunt. Mitsuru slammed into him again, and Makoto moaned loudly into Yukari’s folds, licking and lapping clumsily at the soft wet pink, his mind reshaping itself as radically as his body until there was nothing left behind but the feel of Mitsuru’s cock in his ass and Yukari’s cunt on his tongue.
The feeling of eating out a Shadow girl was like nothing Makoto could ever explain, the imitation of Yukari’s body feeling both very real and insubstantial at the same time. Her form was cold and otherworldly, her taste strong and yet with no aftertaste, her folds warping and stretching around his tongue in a way that was impossible to describe. The more of her arousal he took into his mouth and swirled on his tongue, the slower and slacker his brain became, his submissiveness only increasing with each passing moment as Yukari’s Shadow moaned loudly, rolling her hips and smearing his lower face with yet more of that brain-deadening slick.
“Fucking whore.” Mitsuru said, impassive and judgemental as she leaned down and pressed Makoto’s shoulders down, pushing him further into the juncture of Yukari’s legs, the Shadows using him at their will. Mitsuru was fucking him so deeply now that Makoto could practically feel her lying on top of him, her large breasts (bigger than even the original’s, perhaps) squashing into his back, her tongue dancing at his shoulder blades and the back of his neck. “Keep going, keep licking. Keep eating Takeba’s pussy while I fuck you in the ass.”
Hearing such foul language in such a dark yet perfect imitation of Mitsuru’s voice was almost as overwhelming as having her cock up his ass, but Makoto simply did his best to obey her, licking and sucking and slurping away at the Shadow’s cunt in front of him as fast and deep as he could. Yukari’s Shadow was moaning still, one hand tight in his hair while the other groped and scratched at him, pain merging with pleasure in his body’s experience and stiffening his unattended cock yet further.
But then Mitsuru suddenly pulled away, her scarlet cock disappearing completely from his stretched asshole, and Makoto let out a strangled, choking moan at the sudden loss of sensation. Mitsuru leant backwards, away from him, and Makoto simply felt suspended and helpless, frozen in place and paralysed by the sudden feeling of emptiness, before Yukari’s hand was pulling him back down, her Shadow’s golden eyes locked on with a cruel, empty gaze.
“Did I say you could fucking stop?” Yukari snapped indignantly, the Shadow warping the real Yukari’s tendency towards bratty impatience into greedy, selfish demands as she rolled her hips and rubbed her pussy all over Makoto’s lower face, her arousal slick against his skin. “Get back to work, now!”
Makoto had barely started, his tongue slithering around Yukari’s clit and folds as he gazed upon the Shadow with something akin to broken reverence, when Mitsuru slapped his ass, her gloved hand a loud SLAP against his cheeks. She grabbed a handful of flesh and pulled his ass open wide again, kneeling lower and watching closely, her gleaming yellow eyes watching as Makoto’s stretched, slick pink ring clenched around nothing. Makoto moaned, his body burning with humiliating need.
His face burnt even hotter as he heard Mitsuru spit, the sticky slick landing on his gaping asshole, before her gloved hand rubbed the wetness in, Makoto feeling the same slackening feeling from that as he did from Yukari’s arousal. But then Mitsuru’s fingers were inside him again, gloved digits curling and pressing at his prostate, and Makoto’s brain went near-completely blank as he let out a low, bestial groan, his entire body clenching up around the Shadow’s fingers, his face still buried in the slick, demanding cunt of another.
Yukari snarled and pulled on his hair, lifting Makoto’s head back up so she could stare him in the face, overwhelmed and blank blue eyes meeting cold, cruel Shadow yellow as she gripped him tighter still. “You look so pretty with me smeared all over your face. But I hate it when you’re sloppy.”
Yukari slapped him in the face, hard, his head slamming to the side with the force of the blow. She grabbed it, steadying him so he could look her right in the glowing yellow eyes, and then did it again, twisting and warping his friend’s face into a cruel, sadistic, delighted expression.
“You gonna cry?” Yukari’s Shadow cooed, her tone mocking and harsh and everything the real Yukari could be in her worst moments. She hit him once again, and this time Makoto felt sharp stinging at the corners of his eyes, the pain blending so potently with the ongoing pulses of purest pleasure from Mitsuru’s fingers on his prostate that his mind and body had no idea how to react. “Oh, Mitsuru-senpai, he’s crying!”
This didn’t put Mitsuru off; if anything, her Shadow only pressed her fingers in tighter to his prostate, curling her fingers and pressing even harder, taking the real Mitsuru’s belief in ‘tough love’ to a radical extreme that the original would never touch. Makoto choked back a sob, his body overstimulated in far too many ways to keep track, his cock leaking yet entirely unattended.
“Weak little bitch.” Yukari said derisively, her bottom lip pushed out in a babyish mockery, the sight of Yukari Takeba’s face with glowing yellow eyes twisted into such cruel contempt under the pale green moonlight enough to only deepen Makoto’s helpless despair. “Maybe if you eat me out, you’ll feel better.”
She pushed him back down, his face right back in her cunt, Makoto returning to his cunnilingus with desperate submission, another low moan escaping from his throat as Mitsuru pressed against his prostate again.
“You like that, don’t you?” Yukari mocked, holding him against her dripping slit with a contemptuous laugh. The Shadow rubbed herself against him over and over, his face wet with her slick, his mind hers even as his body surrendered to Mitsuru. “You like being a little fucktoy for Mitsuru Kirijo?”
“Fuck…” Makoto sobbed, his mouth hanging open against her slit and eyes fogged up as he gazed into the Shadow’s face, feeling Mitsuru’s fingers prod and stretch his gaping asshole. “Yes, I love it…”
“Then make me cum, you fucking slut.” Yukari snapped, both hands in his hair as she pulled him down and in, forcing him forward. Makoto slurped and licked away at her with all he had, over and over, pushing his tongue deep and swirling against her folds, sinking deeper and deeper into the insanity of tongue-fucking a Shadow version of his friend, feeling himself growing more and more addicted to the taste of the impossible. Yukari moaned, her gleaming yellow eyes half-lidded and locked onto his face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Mitsuru’s fingers were probing and firm inside him as the Shadow watched Yukari clench up, her toes curling and knees bending, the corrupted shape of Yukari throwing back her head and letting out a loud cry of pleasure, her arousal spraying Makoto in the face as she squirted and rolled through her orgasm, her voice wavering and destabilising as the Shadow briefly lost control. The shape of Yukari wavered for a second, her form shifting around, but eventually she regained control and looked down at Yukari, grinning a cruel grin of victory. “You’re so fucking good. Such a good boy, Makoto.”
“You came all over his face.” Mitsuru said approvingly, her fingers finally slipping free as she lifted herself back into position. That torrid emptiness was only present for a moment before the Shadow’s cock was back inside him and she was fucking him again, Makoto’s body giving way to her hard thrusts immediately and responding with hard waves of inescapable pleasure. “Now let me reward him for his good behaviour.”
For all the niceness of the words themselves, Mitsuru’s tone was cold and dominant enough to make it sound like more of a threat, and she sped up her thrusts, drawing yet more whines and moans from the overwhelmed boy beneath her as she pounded him over and over, his slick tunnel clenching and stretching around her toy. Yukari giggled again, all chill and sharp edges, and slipped underneath Makoto so she was between his body and the floor, her shadowy clothes warping again so his swinging, pulsing cock was achingly close to her bare stomach. She grabbed him and pulled him down, his face in her chest, her legs wrapping around his hips, ensuring there was no escape. Not that Makoto wanted one.
“I got to cum.” Yukari’s Shadow said, her tone threatening and mocking in equal measure as she held him close, her fingers trailing like icy needles over his back. “Do we think it’s your turn now?”
Makoto could only nod, desperately and overwhelmed and unable to speak as Mitsuru’s thick cock stretched his ass and pounded his guts, but then Yukari had her fingers shoved in his mouth, sticky and dripping with his own precum, and he was whimpering around the intrusion, his eyes rolling back and his brain pulsing with submissive desire. His cock was still untouched, swinging hard and throbbing between his legs, and Mitsuru’s dildo felt so big in his ass…
“Want me to touch you?” Yukari asked, mocking and belittling, pulling his face tighter into her breasts even as she practically fucked his throat with her fingers. “Want me to finally break you, ‘leader’?”
Makoto was so broken already that there was little he could do except for nod and gasp and drool, obediently sucking on Yukari’s fingers and drowning in the malevolent glare of those gleaming yellow eyes. Yukari’s Shadow laughed, cruel and cold and so much nastier than the real Yukari ever would be, toying with him just that little bit longer even as Mitsuru’s Shadow altered her posture and fucked him from the most aggressive angle yet, low and flat and deep, her thick toy a constant slam of pleasure against Makoto’s brain.
And then finally Yukari was reaching out, her hand wrapping around his sore, swollen, desperate cock, the shaft instantly pulsing in the Shadow’s grip and spilling yet more precum over her stomach. Yukari’s grip was tight and harsh, her technique direct and merciless, and it took only a couple of strokes before Makoto was cumming impossibly hard all over her, his brain breaking completely under the final disrespectful pressure. He cried out around Yukari’s fingers, his asshole clenching tighter around the pounding girth of Mitsuru’s strap as she pressed his prostate over and over, Mitsuru’s hands slapping hard at his ass and both of them pelting him with derogatory insults…
Makoto couldn’t stop cumming, gasping out through tears and choked sobs, his body collapsing down onto Yukari’s as his climax just kept on going, the Shadows draining what seemed like an unthinkable amount of cum from him as he bucked and moaned and cried and shuddered, the pleasurable surrender lasting what felt like forever, spurt after spurt of sticky white spraying onto Yukari’s stomach, until it felt like he was draining his very soul itself at their hands.
Over and over he came, milked drier and drier, until the cum dried up and his body was just dry-humping, the pleasure not yet ceasing and his body not yet done, mindless and unstoppable, Mitsuru and Yukari, cruel faces and corrupted uniforms and gleaming yellow eyes…
Makoto didn’t have time to feel the pleasure finally end before he passed out.
Tartatus was quiet when he awoke.
Makoto was splayed out on the floor, entirely alone. He blinked himself slowly back to consciousness, listening dimly to the silence around him. No trace of the Shadows, or anyone else for that matter.
Had that even really happened?
Then he tried to move, and it became abundantly clear that, yes, it very much had happened.
Makoto’s entire body was suffused with both immense pain and equally immense satisfaction as he finally managed to roll himself over onto his back, his asshole in particular burning with the stretched-out feeling, the long strips of red scratches down his back proving equally unhappy with the decision. Makoto looked around, unable to sit up, but there were no Shadows. No dominant corruptions of his friends, no insults, no harsh treatment or sadistic touches.
(Some part of Makoto was a little disappointed at that. He did his best to ignore it.)
“H-hello? Leader?”
Fuuka’s voice was a little fuzzy as it finally broke through, the navigator’s voice sounding absolutely terrified as she called out to him. Makoto didn’t really speak, his throat wasn’t up to it, but the low, hoarse grunt he gave in response seemed to be enough for her.
“O-oh thank god, I found you! I was so worried! Are you OK?!”
Makoto shifted uncomfortably, looking down at his naked body. At the bruises, the scratches, the gape of his asshole, the dried cum all over him. He wasn’t sure how he would respond even if he had been able to.
“I-it’s fine, don’t try to talk! I’ve got the others ready to go, we’re going to come and find you, OK? Don’t worry, everything will be fine! We’ll be with you soon!”
Fuuka’s voice cut out, and Makoto was left to simply lie there, contemplating his position. He looked over to the side, where his clothes were still left in the haphazard pile that the Shadow forms of Yukari and Mitsuru had dumped them in. He should be shuffling over to them now, forcing his muscles to move, getting dressed before the team arrived. Try to get some kind of pretence in place over what had happened to him…
Instead, Makoto simply let his head rest against the floor with a low sigh. Maybe he should let the real girls find him like this.
Just to find out from whose desires those Shadows had really spawned from.