[AN: Kink meme fill: Using their Personas, Fuuka and Rise literally mind-fuck each other.

I saw the prompt and laughed out loud. It was too hilarious not to attempt. I kind of got focused on "how do they even meet!?" and went from there. (I ought to add that I wrote most of this before PQ was even announced, so I guess the idea of this pairing is no longer as hilarious as it was when I first saw the prompt)

This takes place right after the events of P4A, so it has some spoilers for it.

The (amazing) title was provided by herrDoktorat.

This work is M-rated.]

Fuuka stood by a stack of old-fashioned TVs and surveyed the unfamiliar world around her. It was foggy and yellow, and it reminded her of the green-tinted world that had been so much a part of her life just a few years ago. The stage she stood on resembled a TV studio; she could see catwalks and stage lights hanging above. It made a strange sort of sense since she had entered a TV to come to this place.

It was rather eerie, though, and she didn't want to know why there were chalk outlines of people on the floor in front of her. Mitsuru had assured her this 'staging area' was safe from Shadows, but...

As if reacting to her unease, something brushed against her, like a light breeze. She whirled around, her white dress fanning out in the action, but there was no one there. She peered nearsightedly into the golden fog. The way it shifted and made shapes was unnerving. She clutched her long braided hair to calm herself down.

"Yamagishi. We're going in," Mitsuru's voice sounded in her mind.

"All right," she replied.

Mitsuru, Akihiko, and Aigis were being shown around this 'TV World' now that the strange 'Grand Prix' event had been dealt with. Everyone had wanted to leave the place, but Mitsuru had wanted to learn more about it, so the leader of that other team had agreed to show them what he had called the 'TV World dungeons' and the rest of his team had followed to provide backup and further information. They were currently going to a place called 'Yukiko's Castle.'

Fuuka didn't know much about the other team except what little she'd learned when she'd intervened to save them from that malevolent entity not long ago. There were five of them? Six of them? She was curious to meet these new Persona users in person.

But she'd have to wait here in this lonely yellow fog for them to get back.

There was another brush against her, like wind caressing her hair. But there was no wind here, just stagnancy, so...

She then felt a light probing against her mind, somewhat like Mitsuru's Persona but also a little different. It was curious, almost playful, and...

She felt a tingle along her back, like someone was running fingers along her spine. She jumped at the sensation, the sound of her shoes tapping against the stage echoing into the distance.

She blushed.

It happened again. This time she didn't jump; she twitched into it instead. And then she imagined that something was caressing her face, her belly, her backside...

"O-oh," she murmured.

When it happened again, she knew she wasn't imagining it. And now, the invisible entity was probing her a little more insistently, as if making sure that she knew it wasn't just her imagination. She began to feel an embarrassing tingle within her as it continued.

It pushed a little harder and Fuuka gave in, sinking to her knees, her hands clutching at her dress. Thoughts of who, what flitted across her mind to be drowned out by the next sensation.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. She was... disappointed. She blushed at recognizing her disappointment. It had felt good... really good! She hadn't received attention like that in a long time.

She sighed and pulled herself back to her feet. Now that she could think clearly, she began to wonder what it had been. It had felt like a Persona, similar to her own, actually. It had to have been one of the new Persona users. The person must have sensed her and been curious... rather intimately curious...

Curious herself now, Fuuka summoned Juno and felt a different sort of excitement. Being able to call her Persona without an Evoker was a pleasurable feeling all on its own.

She scanned and found Mitsuru easily enough. "M-Mitsuru-san... How are you all doing?" She hadn't meant to stutter, but she found it a little hard to find her voice.

"This place is like the very earliest levels of Tartarus," Mitsuru replied. "The Shadows are quite simple to dispatch. Still, it is an interesting place... They say it was built from the young Amagi girl's subconscious."

Mitsuru's attention was then caught by a fish-like Shadow which she destroyed with a Bufudyne.

Fuuka's mind roved over the others in the group. She couldn't actually read minds with Juno's powers, but she could get a sense of what people were feeling or thinking.

The first in the group of new Persona users was a gray-haired boy whose attention was solely on the workings of the dungeon. She assumed he was the team's leader. He was explaining something to Mitsuru right now.

The boy walking directly behind him was preoccupied by Labrys. It was rather cute, actually. Worry, concern, relief, and maybe something more were flitting though his mind.

Next was a short-haired girl thinking about steak. Fuuka had the sense that she was hungry after the day's events. Beside her was a girl who was distinctly uncomfortable—she was the Amagi girl who had apparently formed this dungeon.

After that was... a Shadow. A friendly Shadow who was thinking of 'Ai-chan' with both fear and awe. Interesting, Fuuka thought.

And next was another girl, a copper-haired girl thinking of...

A girl wishing Akihiko would stop asking her questions so she could get back to...

Oh...

Oh my...

Fuuka blushed.

So... it was this girl who had been...

She shouldn't, she really shouldn't, but...

Fuuka gave a little push of her own with her mind and...

The girl went "eep!" in front of her friends. Fuuka giggled to herself.

Then the steak girl grabbed Akihiko's attention to talk about some fighting technique, and then Fuuka felt a teasing push back. It started off light at first, just those little caresses, but soon it felt like the girl was really there right next to her, really touching her intimately. Fuuka dropped to the ground again as her knees became a little too wobbly to hold her up.

Patterns were playfully traced against her belly and thighs, and then... It had reached a more intimate place...

"Oh, yes," Fuuka moaned.

"Yamagishi?"

Oh, Mitsuru-san, please go away...

"N-nothing," she whispered. It took all of her effort not to gasp and moan again. The other girl was merciless... One of Fuuka's feet kicked out as a shudder ran through her.

"We've reached the top of the castle," Mitsuru told her. "Apparently this throne room is the location where Amagi encountered her Shadow self. I wonder what—"

Fuuka dispelled her connection with Mitsuru and instructed Juno to repel her if she tried to reconnect. She was getting way too hot for the ice queen to interrupt.

The other girl pushed harder, harder, and Fuuka moaned. "More, more, please," she gasped. And she tried to return the pleasure, but it was becoming too hard to focus on that, besides, the other girl had company and...

Just a little more, a little more, please, Fuuka begged the girl in her mind, and she obliged, pressing here and there and touching her all over and...

Fuuka arched her back as pleasure rocked through her body and mind, her fingers twisting into the material of her dress.

She laid there, gasping for her breath, the other girl teasingly caressing her cheeks and her hair until her attention was called away by one of the others worrying about her for straying too far behind the group.

Fuuka slowly sat up, her hands pulling up her dress and roving to her panties in curious wonder. It had felt so real, but it had all happened through their minds, through the power of their Personas.

"Yamagishi!"

She threw her dress back down and turned her head. There was Mitsuru in her skin-tight catsuit running towards her.

"Yamagishi!" Mitsuru called out. "Are you all right? The link broke, and we came as fast as we could."

Fuuka realized she was still sitting on the floor. "Oh, oh... I'm all right... This place is a bit tiring, though..." She bit her lip to try and stop the blush from overcoming her pale cheeks.

"Without Teddie's glasses, the fog is very draining," the gray-haired boy said with a knowing nod.

"I think we are all drained," Mitsuru said.

"Let's call it a day," said the gray-haired boy, and his friends agreed.

Fuuka watched him demonstrate the way out—just entering the stack of TVs right there on the stage. Mitsuru followed, then Aigis, then the rest of the group, but...

The copper-haired girl in the group lingered behind. She was looking Fuuka up and down with mischievous, narrowed eyes. Fuuka felt her cheeks heat up. Then the girl stepped through the TV with a proud spring in her step. Fuuka stared after her, wondering many things, until Akihiko interrupted her thoughts by offering a hand to help her up.