Ann Takamaki hummed contentedly from underneath the table. Her mouth was filled with King Ryuji's cock, so she couldn't really make any other noise. Her royal owners were having a strategy meeting in Akira's attic. Ann didn't really have a head for strategy, so she was making herself useful in the best way she knew how.
"I'm telling you, she can contribute to the team just like Ann used to. Let's take her to Mementos." King Ryuji said from above her, leaning back on his chair with his arms folded behind his head.
They were talking about her again. Ann didn't really mind. Ann's purpose had been given to her by King Kamoshida: to pleasure him in whichever way he desired. Even though King Kamoshida was gone, Ann had simply transferred her worshipful attitude toward the invaders who had deposed him: King Akira, Queen Makoto, King Yusuke, Queen Futaba, King Ryuji, and Queen Haru. They had told her not to call them that, and Ann obeyed. But she still thought in those terms.
"What if she becomes a Shadow again? We can't have Ann go missing. That's why you had her take the place of the real one, right?" Queen Makoto asked skeptically.
Ann furrowed her eyebrows at what she was hearing. Although she loved her rulers, it still annoyed her when they talked about the "real" Ann Takamaki. As far as she was concerned, she WAS the real Ann Takamaki. After all, Ann was just as real as any of them, and the original Ann was trapped in the Metaverse, existing only as a formless Shadow now.
During the fight at King Kamoshida's palace (even now, Ann's pussy tightened at the thought of him), the original Ann had become separated from her teammates. The whole place had become destabilized after King Kamoshida's defeat, and amid the falling dust, shaking ground, and general confusion, Ann found herself being grabbed by the intruders and pulled out of the Metaverse and into the real world.
The real world. What an interesting place it was. As a Shadow, Ann had known only the formless, endless, chaotic existence of the Metaverse. At least until Suguru Kamoshida had created a Palace and had drawn her inside of it.
Ann's first distinct memory was standing by King Kamoshida's side as he gave commands to his soldiers. She quickly understood that she was his princess, and it was her job to make him happy. Which she did. Very enthusiastically. Ann had spent countless hours pleasuring King Kamoshida in his luxurious bed. Her favorite position was either cowgirl, where she could bounce up and down worshipfully on King Kamoshida's cock until he came inside her, or doggy-style, where without fail, King Kamoshida would grab her twintail hair like reins while fucking her mercilessly.
It had been pure bliss. At least until the intruders came and ruined everything. But Ann wasn't unhappy. The real world was a much more interesting place than King Kamoshida's Palace. It was more complex, sure, and according to her rulers, Ann always seemed to be making mistakes.
Ann could still remember the panicked arguments King Akira and King Ryuji had as soon as they realized who they had retrieved from the Metaverse. They had tried to go back and get the original Ann, but that was impossible. King Kamoshida's Palace had collapsed upon itself. Humans could only exist in the Metaverse in Palaces. Just as Ann had become a real person as soon as she entered reality, the original Ann had become a Shadow as soon as the Palace had collapsed. There was no other form she could have in the shifting, chaotic Metaverse.
King Ryuji had been particularly upset. So Ann had done what came naturally to her: she had gotten down on her knees in the alleyway, unzipped his pants, and began sucking him off. That had been the best way to soothe King Kamoshida during one of his tirades, so naturally, Ann had done the same for her new ruler. It had certainly ended their argument, at least.
While Ann was busy pleasuring King Ryuji, King Akira had gone to buy her some clothes. Apparently, Ann's purple animal print bikini was not something she could wear in the real world without attracting a lot of attention. Not that Ann minded attention, but her rulers seemed to want to avoid that.
What followed was a crash course in the real world. Her new rulers needed her to take the place of the original Ann Takamaki, who had so rudely refused the opportunity to serve King Kamoshida as Ann did. Apparently, if Ann Takamaki went missing, something called "the police" would investigate. They would find out King Akira was one of the last people to be seen with her, and with his "record", he would doubtlessly be thrown into something like the jail cells in King Kamoshida's dungeon.
The real world was...complicated. Ann's natural instinct, which was to pleasure and be pleasured by her rulers as often as possible, was apparently inappropriate in most circumstances. The strictures of the real world also required her to wear a large amount of clothing.
Ann didn't understand it. Aside from concerns about temperature (that was a quality of the real world that Ann still wasn't used to), clothing inhibited movement and made it difficult for people to gauge sexual interest. What use was showing hardened nipples and a wet pussy if a bunch of clothing obscured it? And unlike King Kamoshida, her new kings wore pants, which made it more difficult for Ann to tell if their cocks were hard. But heavy clothing was what her rulers demanded, and Ann obeyed. Reluctantly.
Ann's musings were cut short as she felt King Ryuji's hands settle on her head. She knew from experience what was going to happen: King Ryuji was about to cum, and he always wanted Ann to take his cock as deep in her mouth as possible when he did. So Ann expertly deepthroated him, not stopping until her lips were resting at the base of his shaft. Ann began to make purring noises with her throat. King Ryuji groaned in satisfaction as the vibrations from her throat traveled to his cock, and a moment later, his cock spurted in Ann's mouth.
Ann happily swallowed every drop of cum King Ryuji gave her. She didn't mind swallowing in the least. It was proof of a job well done, and Ann always loved pleasuring her rulers. As soon as Ryuji finished cumming, Ann took her mouth off of his cock, her tightly formed lips making a quiet popping sound when she did. Thankfully, the conversation had paused while Ryuji was cumming, which gave Ann a chance to get a word in now that she was done.
Everyone in the group had been watching them, it seemed. Queen Makoto and Queen Haru both had reddened cheeks, while Queen Futaba was grinning at the sight. King Yusuke, meanwhile, making that strange sign with his fingers, one that Ann had come to understand meant that he was "framing" what his eyes were seeing.
"Ahem. I won't become a Shadow again. At least, I'm pretty sure I won't." Ann said easily, rising from her knees and regarding the group with a smile.
Ann was wearing a dark red crop top that showed off her flat stomach and jeweled navel piercing, a black miniskirt that left most of her upper thighs exposed, no underwear of any kind, and 5-inch red stiletto heels. Ann always wore heels. The form she had been given by King Kamoshida included stilettos on her feet, and hence, Ann felt perfectly natural in them. The small amount of physical discomfort Ann's heels caused was always outweighed by the knowledge that she looked sexier in them.
"Can you explain your reasoning?" King Yusuke asked quietly, having dropped his fingers while King Ryuji was zipping up his pants.
"Well, I'm human now. So long as I stick to Palaces, my form won't change." Ann answered casually, taking a seat on the sofa.
"But Morgana's form changes. Your form might too." King Akira pointed out.
Ann regarded Morgana curiously. From what she understood, Morgana was something like her, but also not. They had both originated in the Metaverse, but where Ann was a simple Shadow given human form by chance, Morgana had been sent here by an entity to fulfill a specific purpose. He didn't know what that purpose was, and sadly, Ann didn't know either.
Morgana was a nice person and all, but Ann really didn't have any interest in him. In his cat form, Ann wasn't able to fuck him, so their interactions were limited. He certainly watched her a lot, though.
"I think Morgana's form changes in the Metaverse because he wants it to. I like my form just fine, so there shouldn't be any problems. Probably." Ann answered again, shrugging.
The conversation moved on from there. Now that they weren't talking about her, Ann's attention wandered. Or rather, she began eyeing her rulers, trying to determine if they wanted her to pleasure them. Their annoying clothing made this more difficult than necessary, but Ann had gotten quite good at reading the signs.
Ann barely glanced at King Yusuke and Queen Makoto. They were the ones that tended to be least interested in her, and only ever wanted to do things in private anyway. As their leader, King Akira was too busy guiding the meeting and King Ryuji had just cum moments earlier. That left Queen Haru and Queen Futaba.
Queen Haru blushed when their eyes made contact. Ann smiled at her, but Queen Haru shook her head slightly as if to tell her "not now". Ann was a bit disappointed, even if she knew Queen Haru would likely be open to making love afterward in private. Queen Futaba, on the other hand, was clearly interested from the way the bespectacled girl was gazing at her.
Ann rose from the sofa and pulled her top off, her blonde twintails bouncing as the fabric made its way past them. Her hair wasn't the only thing that bounced: her tits, free from anything as ridiculous as a bra, bounced appealingly as she made her way over to Queen Futaba. She was well aware of the girl's tastes by now and knew Queen Futaba would want her tits freely available. Ann tossed her discarded top next to Queen Futaba and grinned down at the shorter girl.
Ann's suddenly topless state did not go unnoticed by the rest of her rulers. Whatever boring conversation they were having came to an abrupt halt as Ann settled into Queen Futaba's lap so that they were facing each other. Ann made sure to spread her legs out and straddle Queen Futaba on the chair. Ann couldn't help but smile ruefully at the guilty, though undeniably fascinated looks on their faces. King Kamoshida had faithfully recreated the physical form of the original Ann Takamaki in her. So when they looked at Ann's tits, they were looking at a carbon copy of their friend's pair.
There was no trace of guilt in the way Queen Futaba stared at her tits, however. Only excitement showed on the younger girl's face at the gorgeous view that had been provided to her. Excitement that turned to glee as soon as Queen Futaba reached up and grabbed twin handfuls of Ann's bare tits. Ann grinned; apparently, the original Ann Takamaki would never have allowed people to so freely touch her body. Ann thought that was rather ungenerous of the woman. If people like Queen Futaba derived happiness from fondling her tits, who was she to deny them that happiness?
After a few seconds of silence, King Akira redirected the meeting back to matters of strategy. That left Ann and Queen Futaba to enjoy themselves for the moment. Ann giggled and sighed sexily as Queen Futaba fondled her tits in an eager fashion. The bespectacled girl never seemed to get tired of enjoying Ann's body to the fullest.
Ann's nipples rapidly hardened from the stimulation her tits were receiving. Ann knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as Queen Futaba's gaze locked onto her erect nipples. She leaned forward and arched her back slightly, so that her hardened nipples were mere inches away from Queen Futaba's lips. The bespectacled girl did what Ann predicted she would: Queen Futaba took one of her nipples in her mouth and began sucking eagerly.
Ann winced slightly at how forcefully Queen Futaba was sucking. The girl seemed to think that milk might flow from Ann's nipples if she only she sucked hard enough. It never happened, of course, but hope sprung eternal. Even if Ann's nonexistent breastmilk certainly did not.
But Ann didn't mind experiencing a little pain in the course of finding sexual pleasure. If Ann did, then she would have made certain to steer clear of Queen Haru. The fluffy-haired brunette had some unusually sadistic tastes that only seemed to come out when she was alone with Ann.
With a quiet pop, Queen Futaba released Ann's aching nipple with her lips. The younger girl spared a second to grin at Ann before moving over to sample Ann's remaining nipple. Ann couldn't help but smile at Queen Futaba: she was always treating Ann's body as if it was her personal playground. Which, Ann supposed, it was.
As fun as it was to allow Queen Futaba to stimulate her nipples so powerfully, Ann's body was hungry for a climax. With that thought in mind, she gently took hold of Queen Futaba's free hand and guided it below her miniskirt. As soon as the other girl's hand was on Ann's bare pussy, she began rubbing it forcefully. Ann gasped in pleasure; Queen Futaba was certainly not one for subtlety.
Ann was only too glad to return the favor. She moved her own hand below Queen Futaba's skirt and slid her hand into the other girl's panties. As soon as Ann's hand made contact with Queen Futaba's pussy, the other girl began rubbing Ann's pussy faster. Which, in turn, made Ann speed up her hand as well.
Using this impromptu method, both girls reached climax frightfully fast. Futaba, with her mouth occupied by Ann's tits, closed her eyes and let out a series of cute muffled noises as she came. Ann had nothing preventing her from vocalizing the pleasure she felt, however. Ann let out some practiced, but still very authentic, moans of pure sensuality as she luxuriated in the hot, pleasurable sensations that had begun to emanate from her pussy.
Ann threw her head back, her blonde twintails trailing down behind her as a satisfying orgasm rippled through her body. Always focusing on sex meant that Ann's body was always primed for this kind of thing, ensuring that she would easily cum from even a brief stimulation of her pussy. And if she was lucky enough to be subjected to a lengthy session? Then Ann could cum many, many times in a short space.
Once again, the discussion was cut short as soon as Ann made her satisfying climax known. Every one of her rulers was staring at her, some guiltily, others lustfully. Ann winked at the group, catching her breath as she came down from her dizzying climax. Ann was quite literally built for sex, and she pursued her raison d'etre with an undeniable passion.
"Ahem. Let's meet up at Mementos in an hour then." King Akira said after a lengthy silence, tearing his gaze away from Ann's topless form with difficulty.
Ann giggled as the rest of the group assented. Suddenly, nobody wanted to look at her. Ann rolled her eyes and reached for her crimson top. Humans tended to have a dysfunctional relationship with sex, in Ann's opinion. Most people were nearly as obsessed with sex as Ann was, but for some reason, they tried awfully hard to hide it. Ann simply couldn't understand what was behind their strange attitude.
Queen Futaba was still trying to recover from her own orgasm and likely hadn't heard a word King Akira had said. Ann smiled fondly at the girl (she liked Queen Futaba more than any of her other rulers, for obvious reasons) and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Ann would help bring Queen Futaba up to speed, and they could travel to Mementos together.
Ann couldn't help but wonder how things would go there. She had acted blithely confident, but in truth, Ann wasn't certain how a Shadow-turned-human like her would react to entering another Palace. Ann would still go, though. She was created to serve her rulers however they wished. Combat certainly wasn't Ann's preferred activity, but she liked her rulers and wanted to help them as much as she could. Plus, if Ann could contribute in fights, maybe her rulers would start to forget about the old Ann Takamaki and accept the new Ann as one of them.
A thought suddenly occurred to Ann. She couldn't help but grin as the contours of a plan formed in her mind. She wasn't stupid; far from it. King Kamoshida had wanted Ann to act like a complete ditz, and so she did. But Ann's new rulers did not value ditziness in a teammate, even if they enjoyed partaking of her body. Ann was going to have to use her ingrained knowledge of the Metaverse to ensure that her new rulers would want her around.
All Ann needed to do was rope the original Ann Takamaki, now a formless Shadow, into her plan.