It had been a pleasant Saturday date with Ann. A trip to the movies, then a stop at the diner. He had seen the longing look the model had sent the Big Bang Burger but both knew she was dieting. He had been hesitant with displays of affection. Had worried that being so reticent would lead to Ann feeling insecure, like maybe he didn't really want to be with her again. But in the end she was just as uncertain as him. The furthest things had gotten was a few kisses as she sat in his lap in the restaurant booth.
And there, he had asked her a question. A silly hypothetical referencing their activities the previous year. If she had a palace, somewhere that defined who she was, where would it be?
She had laughed. But on thinking about it she hadn't been sure. Her first thought was her modelling agency, but she had actually switched agencies in the course of her career. She had never felt especially tied down to either one, jobs usually coming by phone with a time and place, rarely requiring her to actually visit her agent in person. But if she had to pick a place that defined her...
The Sky Tower.
It was a favourite spot for half the photographers in the city. The top gave incredible backdrops for shots and the entire area was primed for photography already as a tourist destination. She had been there so many times it felt like a home away from home. But more than that, it was the place she affirmed her path in life. Where she had been challenged and where she had overcome that challenge. Yes. That was the pivotal place in her life.
And it was where Ren invited her the next day. And when they arrived...
"Beginning navigation."
Ren had expected confusion and panic from the blonde once they passed through the distortion. But as they came out the other side to see the rest of the rebuilt thieves waiting for them in front of what looked like an impossibly ostentatious modelling agency... Well, Ann might have been feeling those emotions. But the way she expressed them...
"Ren, what the hell is this?!" she demanded, furious, her fists clenched, her stance suggesting she might well be ready to belt him.
"Not a palace," he assured her before anything else. "It's complicated. Would you give me the chance to explain."
"You think you can explain why I have a–?" she shouted, only to realise what he had said. "Not a palace..." she murmured. "Fine! You've got thirty seconds and it better be good!"
"... A deranged goddess made from humanity's repressed desires is rewriting the world to remove sexual and romantic inhibitions and that building is a manifestation of your life before the rewrite. We're here so you can get your memories of that life back and help us defeat her."
"Whu..." the blonde uttered, overwhelmed with only those two sentences. "You... You've still got like fifteen seconds! You wanna keep going so all that makes sense?!"
A much more in-depth explanation ensued. Running through Joker's first day in the new world to that very moment. Ann looked up at the statue deity hovering far above and in the distance. "This is... A lot to take in at once."
Ren grimaced apologetically. "I know, I'm sorry. I don't think there's a way to break something like this to people gently."
"Still!" she slugged him in the arm.
"Ow. I deserved that."
"You're damn right you did! Just dropping this on me, expecting me not to freak out!" A lot of her anger was for show. "So... None of this is real? This version of the world?"
"No, it's real," he admitted. "It's more like... Xochiquetzal inserted herself into history and the world changed around her. So this is reality until we fix it."
She knew the question she wanted to ask and she had long since thrown away her timidity for speaking her mind. Even so, she hesitated, before, "Is this why you're so... You know... About us?"
"If I had never known about all this, I would've approached you on that very first day. But I know there's another you. One who never knew me the way you do. I didn't want to..." He sighed frustratedly, struggling to find the right words. "It felt like I'd be taking advantage of you in a really weird way."
"I don't get it," she shook her head, "But I guess me not getting it yet is kind of your point, isn't it?" The model looked up at the monolithic building that took the place of the Sky Tower. Nodded to herself. "Okay. Let's do this! I'll get my other self back, then we can do what we want with no regrets! And if old me has a problem with it I can tell me to just shut up and be happy! God this is confusing."
"Are we all ready to go?" Ace asked as the pair joined the larger group.
Ren blinked as a familiar blue glow appeared in his periphery. There, off to the side of the agency's front entrance was the door to the Velvet Room, Theodore standing to one side of it with a gentle and inviting smile. "This way please, honoured customer."
"On second thought, just give me a second, I'll be right back," Ren begged off as he walked toward the door. Theodore politely opened it for him and followed him inside.
Or at least that was how Ren saw it. The rest of the thieves just saw him stop to stand in place for no reason, staring into the middle distance.
"He still does this?" Ann asked.
"He hadn't until now." Oracle's eyes widened behind her goggles. "Wait! Do you think maybe this is that Velvet Room thing he talked about before?!"
"I thought he only went there when he slept," Violet mused.
"Well yeah," Oracle allowed, "But he said they helped him make stronger personas, right?" she continued excitedly. "I never really thought about it before but every time he stared off into space like this he'd come back with way stronger personas! I bet that's it!"
"Huh," Ann grunted as she walked around him to study him. His eyes were still open, his breathing was even. "I always thought he was just psyching himself up or something. Figured it was stressful being the leader, you know? Guess he's cooler under pressure than I thought." Out of the corner of her eye her mind registered something else about him. Something that forced her to look fully down to check whether she was just imagining things. "Is he pitching a tent?"
-(-)-
"Welcome to the Velvet Room, treasured customer."
"W-Welcome to the Velvet Room..."
"Caroline, you have to finish the greeting."
Was the more caustic twin blushing with embarrassment? Or anger? It could have been either. "Welcome to the Velvet Room... T... Trashured customer."
The more sedate twin sighed. "Oh Caroline."
"No! Shut up! I don't like this new version!" Caroline whined. "I liked it better when we were in charge, when I got to boss him around and treat him like garbage! Now we have to be all 'uwu treasured customer sir please look at my tits'! This suuuuuuucks!"
Justine bowed low, showing modest cleavage from her half unbuttoned blouse. "I apologise for my sister. Please forgive her."
Ren couldn't help but smile. If he didn't smile he would have to laugh. "Don't worry about it. It's reassuring. No matter how, uh," he looked the twins up and down, not hiding his examination of their womanly curves, "different you look, you're still you. I wouldn't want you to be any other way."
Now he could be certain. Caroline was definitely blushing from embarrassment. "You shut up too! Let's just get to your table and get this over with!"
He followed behind them, eyes drawn down to the dark skirts that so lovingly conformed to the swell of their backsides. As they reached the table, once again Justine bowed as she moved aside to let him sit first, then joined him on one side as Caroline reluctantly sat on the other.
"So Theodore seemed pretty insistent that I come visit," Ren spoke up first, "Not that I'm not glad to see you two again. It's been a long time. I missed you both even if you weren't really gone."
"Stop being so familiar, inm– I mean, customer! Ugh!"
"What Caroline means to say is," Justine said, smiling gently with a blush of her own, "We appreciate you saying so. Our existence was not natural nor intended but we were glad to have spent time with you. It made it all worthwhile."
"I didn't mean to say that!"
"No. But you felt it."
"Agh! Theo! I wanna trade sisters!" Caroline shouted to the floor manager. "Gimme your dopey one and you can have Justine!"
"Caroline!" Justine admonished, "Your insecurity is no cause to be rude to our coworkers! Besides, you would do well to remember he or Elizabeth could atomise you had they the inclination."
"Tch."
Ren suddenly felt a dainty hand settle on his thigh. He looked in Justine's direction to see her blushing brightly at her own actions. "As you may have surmised, the method for fusing persona has changed in accordance with the changed Velvet Room."
"It'd be a little strange to bring a guillotine into a host club. Or a chainsaw." He didn't like remembering fusion accidents. The guillotine was gruesome but the chainsaw turned his stomach.
He blinked. Looked down at the hand on his thigh, at the embarrassed Justine, the aggressively embarrassed Caroline. There were six attendants, all women. The three that had not been full-grown women suddenly were. "It's sex isn't it?" he asked flatly. "The new method is sex."
Justine looked away. "The method changes as appropriate for the venue, so–"
"YES!" Caroline yelled in his ear loud enough for him to rear back in shock, "We're going to fuck! You're going to stick your dick in her, fill her with a persona, then you're gonna do the same to me and we're gonna literally give birth to a new persona! There! Was that so hard, Justine?!" she finished, panting with exasperation and exertion as she glared daggers at her twin.
Said twin simply smiled at her in thanks. "Yes. Thank you for making up for my shortcomings, Caroline."
"AUUUGH!"
"I see. So every time I want to fuse my persona I need to have sex with you two?" Ren asked. "I'm pretty confident in that sort of thing but... Uh... Feel like it'd take a while? Recovery time, you know?"
"This place resides within your soul. A metaphysical space where thought shapes reality. You will not be restrained by your mortal limits here," Justine explained, her lips pursing, "Also... You... Technically do not need to be with only us for the purposes of fusion. The other attendants understand their duties as well."
"So I could choose someone else?" he asked and Justine reluctantly nodded. He smiled. "Well for now I'd be happy for you to show me how all this will work, though Caroline," he turned to the more frustrated twin, "I wouldn't want to push you into something you don't want to do. If you want to send someone else out, I'll understand."
She looked at him, her one eye showing a range of emotions in rapid succession. Gratitude, anger, frustration, anger, regret, anger, anger, resolve and finally smug superiority. Mixed with a little anger. "You think I would shirk my duties as readily as you do, inmate?! I know why I'm here and I'm proud to serve whenever I'm needed!" Ren elected not to note the hint of eagerness she was pretending she didn't feel. Better for everyone that way.
"I'm so glad, Caroline! We get to share our first times together!" Justine spoke with a rare display of joy.
"Sh-shut up! Let's just get this over with!" Caroline demanded as she took off her tie and unbuttoned her blouse.
"Don't I need to choose which persona I'll fuse first?"
The angry attendant's fingers stopped unbuckling her belt part-way, blinking in realisation. "Y... Yes! So hurry up and do it while I get undressed so we don't waste time!"
"An excellent cover, sister."
"Shut uuuup!"
The circular table of their booth seat dropped. That isn't to say it fell over. From base to singular leg to tabletop it sank and melded into the floor, quickly replaced by a luxurious bed. The sheets aquamarine satin, the headboard made of mahogany, a heart shape carved out of the middle and painted in the same rich blue hue.
Caroline's headstart didn't mean much when her anxiety of what was about to happen took control of her fingers. "Come on, stupid– Who designed these belts?! How do I–?! Agh!"
Meanwhile the more careful and deliberate Justine was happy to take advantage of her sister's botched haste. Her own belt unbuckled, letting her heavy leather skirt drop with a thump. One leg stepped out of it as she loosened her tie with one hand and offered the other to their guest. "Please be gentle," she asked as she pulled him toward the bed, "I would like for my education in these matters to be a pleasant experience."
"Of course," he promised, helping her with the buttons of her blouse as she sat, then lay on the bed. "Whatever you want."
"Hey, no fa–!" Caroline was mortified as she realised she was about to complain for not getting to go first. Her jaw clicked shut as she prayed no one had heard it. Even so, she was relegated to sitting and watching as Justine got her first experience at sex. They had agreed they would each get their own first experience so they could compare notes after. And so Caroline could only fume as she rolled up her skirt to play with herself in preparation for what was to come.
Justine sighed as she felt Ren's experience, his knowledge of the female body come to the fore. His hands sliding over her waist, across her hips. "Th-that is quite pleasant," she commented with an unusual hitch.
"Do you have a problem with kissing?" he asked as he leaned over her.
"It..." she hesitated, "It would be superfluous to our purpose," she admitted but added with a blush, "Though for the sake of understanding such intimate actions–Mmph!" she squeaked as she felt his lips take hers. Her eyes flew wide, then fluttered closed as she surrendered herself to the foreign but more than pleasant sensation. She felt his hand slide upward to palm her modest breast, thumb and forefinger closing around her erect nipple to gently squeeze. "Ah!" With that little gasp Ren took advantage to let his tongue delve into her mouth, to coil around her own tongue and orally dominate her. She was always the softer, the more accommodating of the two. She couldn't help but notice that giving the former inmate an inch had allowed him to take her entirely. All she could do was mewl needfully as he played with her. "P-Please honoured customer," she found herself begging, as she reached down to pull her own panties to the side and reveal her soaked womanhood, "Make use of me as you will. Pour the essence of your soul inside me."
Her would almost have been romantic had she not meant it so literally. Ren's suit pants dropped, his underwear lowered over his straining erection to let it spring free and bounce against Justine's soaked folds. "Ah! So warm!" the not quite human girl noted with fascination as his shaft rested there.
"Are you ready?" he asked. She nodded. He pulled back just far enough to let him guide the head to her entrance and push.
"Mmmm!" Justine hummed with pleasure, her lips tightly shut as the guest's cock split her womanhood open inch by inch. Her face twitched with each new sensation that she carefully catalogued within her flexible mind. It was a valuable new experience, but one she knew she would relish repeating to verify her conclusions.
As she had requested he measured his pace, doing his best to stay aware of her reactions to see if he was being too rough. She gave him very little in that regard. Before long he was moving at a pace to bring himself to completion, still working Justine's body to drive her to the same end. She was so inexpressive that he was entirely surprised when he felt her pussy squeeze down on him. His hips worked all the harder against the undulating pressure to continue fucking her through her climax and bring himself to his own end. As he spent himself inside her, he found himself unable to describe the odd sensation. That usual heartbeat-long moment of emptiness a real, tangible thing as he imbued her womb with a literal part of himself. Every sexual encounter ended that way for him, but being able to feel it as more than filling a woman with his seed gave him a whole new perspective.
"Your essence," she sighed in restrained bliss, "It's so warm inside me. So this is what resides in the sea of your soul, and for the moment, inside me. It's... Beautiful."
Ren barely had time to withdraw his still hard cock from Justine, to see the... slightly concerning glowing liquid at the tip, before he felt a weight slam into him and throw him over Justine to roll on the bed. Face up, he grunted as he felt that same weight drop on top of him. Caroline, impatient Caroline, was already straddling his waist and lining his cock up with her slick sex. "I'm done waiting! Give me your essence, customer!" she demanded, slamming herself down to take all of him in one thrust. "Gh!" she grunted, her eye wide and her lip quivering.
"Are you okay?"
"F-Fine!" she bit out, carefully sliding herself up and down at a much more sedate pace after the initially forceful insertion. "Shut up! Just lay there while I get your essence!"
What was Ren going to do? Argue? She might have been taking his dick and looking adorably awed and cowed by the feeling, but she could still snap him like a twig if she felt like it. So he took what little initiative she allowed him and gently stroked her thighs as she bounced.
"Hah... Hah...! So thick inside me!" she panted with a grin. Her eye looked down at him, on him. Her expression malicious. "Looks like there's... Something worthwhile... Ungh... About you after all!"
"You're cute when you try to be cruel," he smiled up at her, only to grunt as she slammed herself down harder.
"Keep your dumb thoughts to yourself," she demanded, her flushed pussy swallowing his shaft with the vigorous slams of her body against his, her tits bouncing freely as she panted with exertion. "Right now all you're here for is to give me your essence so I can share it with Justine!"
He nodded. "And to make you cum."
"Like you could ever," she sneered down at him, not knowing he could see the signs. She could pretend all she wanted but she was close. "You're just... Just a..." She bit her lip, "Would you just finish already?!"
"You first." He wasn't a master of self-control but he felt confident he could outlast a virgin.
"I already told you, just, just, give me your–!" her face screwed up, her bouncing stopped, her hips instead rolling forward and back as he rested balls deep inside her, feeling the undulating grip of her pussy mid-climax. His head tipped back in pleasure as he let out an involuntary groan. She grinned down at him despite having lost her little challenge. "That's what... I thought," she breathed as she started to raise and lower herself despite the quivering of her insides and the sudden weakness in her legs.
It was only fair that Ren help her out, his hips pushing to meet hers as he worked to fuck her back, forced her to keep taking the pistoning cock until he was done.
"Who said, you could–!" she tried to reprimand only for her words to turn into a guttural groan as she felt his hot and powerful essence flood up into her womb, filling it, bloating it. "So... Hot!" Her tongue hung loose out of her open mouth as her middle started to swell.
"Caroline!" Justine called out.
The angry twin flopped sideways off of Ren to crawl over to her sister, both of their bellies swelling to the point of appearing months pregnant. "Justine!" she called out in response, awkwardly positioning herself so her womanhood was flush against her sister's as they clasped their hands together.
"Caroline, let us work together!" Justine moaned, their pussy lips kissing and mashing together as the essence both wombs had been fed coalesced. The amorphous shape rose from between them before taking its new shape of a new persona, the two girls crying out in another shared climax. Justine panted for breath, looking up at the new persona she and her sister had birthed. "And that is how persona fusion is achieved," she informed their customer with a gentle smile.
He nodded. "Great. So... Ready for another one?"
-(-)-
Joker blinked as he re-emerged into the real world, or to the perspective of everyone else he simply turned around. He wore a proud, satisfied smile. "Okay, good to go."
"Ren," Ann began with narrowed eyes, "What did you do in the Velvet Room?"
He looked at her in mild surprise that she would guess where he just was but it didn't wipe the smile from his face. "I got stronger personas. Shall we?"
The entrance to the building wasn't hidden like Futaba's vault had been. It was a standard business entrance, save for a keycard reader to get inside. "How do we get in?" Ann asked, feeling exposed and uncertain for not having her thief gear or mask.
"Last time it was a password only Fut– Oracle would know," Violet supplied.
"Okay," Ann acknowledged, "But I don't have a keycard or anything. Heck I don't think my actual agency has keycards."
"How about your student ID?" Ace suggested, "Or rail pass. Anything that can be scanned."
The blonde rifled through her purse, trying things one by one with no luck until– "Access granted! Welcome Ann Takamaki!" a female voice announced with a beep.
"Which one worked?" asked Joker, mostly out of curiosity.
"My business card," she answered with a frown. "No strip for it to scan. Guess it just wanted something to do with me modelling?"
"The rules in this world seem to only apply when they want to," Crow observed. "It can be inconvenient, or extremely convenient if you know how to play them."
"Right, whatever Bird Brain said. Let's gooooo–!" Futaba cheered, but as she turned to face the now open door she saw a shadow looming over the entrance. "–ooo..." The thieves readied themselves for a fight.
The shadow wore the vague shape of a woman in a sharp pantsuit. "Ann?" it asked, then cheered with open arms. "Ann! Darling it's so good to see you! What brings you by? Oh," the shadow woman looked over the group. "Did you bring us some fresh talent? Dear we have people for that but in this case I think we can make an exception! So handsome! So beautiful! Trés chic!"
"We're wearing masks though," Violet whispered.
"Shh!" Joker hushed her then leaned toward Ann and whispered, "Go with it."
"Uhh..." Ann looked to the leader, then to the shadow. "Uhh, yes! I... Totally brought some... Friends who. Would. Be. Super great at modelling! Hehe!" she forced out a giggle.
"Always such a go-getter!" the shadow patted her on the cheek, the girl doing her best not to flinch. "Well, come along! We'll get you in a photo studio and see how you are on camera! Ooh, I love days like this! So fresh and exciting!" Ann and Joker led the way as the group followed her into the building, then up the stairs. "Come on, come on! No elevators for us! Good exercise to keep you trim and it'll work up a sheen that the camera will just love!"
"What's going on?" Violet asked with trepidation. "Why are they just letting us in like this? This is completely different from last time!"
"Palaces operated by their own logic," Joker explained. "I guess the vaults are the same. Futaba's was a tomb theme so no one was allowed in but her. But this is a business."
"Certainly something we can play to our advantage," Crow agreed. "If we can manipulate the shadows we may be able to make significant progress without a fight."
Several floors of stairs and a short hallway later the shadow pushed open a door and stepped aside to let the group through. "Here we are!"
"Your paintings suck."
Ann stopped in her tracks at the familiar voice. "Shiho?"
"Haha! Oh yeah? Let's see yours then!"
"Tada..."
"Oh my god are you kidding! Yours is way worse!"
"Of course you think that! You wouldn't know good art if it bit you on the butt!"
The memory played out on the back wall of the studio, Ann's first meeting with her best friend. She smiled at the memory. Good times. Less complicated times.
Joker however, he saw the memory, was reminded of how these vaults worked. And he remembered one of the things he had noticed, one of the differences between this world and the old. A knot of quiet dread settled in his gut.
Two quick claps startled the room's occupants as the female shadow ushered... Photographer shadows into the room. Only recognisable as photographers by the bulky cameras that hung around their necks. Entirely superfluous as the shadows quickly gravitated to the cameras on tripods already set up in the room. "Come on, come on! Time is money, people! Alright, our new models, just do what feels natural lets have some fun, alright?"
"There are only three," Crow observed quietly, "We could take them."
"You said it yourself," Joker answered, striking a forceful pose, "Manipulate them and we can progress without a fight. Just play along. If it gets bad we have plan B."
Crow shrugged. "You're the boss." The young man with more experience being in the public eye immediately worked to upstage the other. Possibly just for the sake of upstaging him in something.
"Oh yes yes yes! Love it, boys!" the agent shadow cheered for their enthusiasm. "Come on, girls! Don't let the boys show you up! Show us what you're working with!" The name of the game being play along, the girls did their best. The shy Ace was a lost cause from the start. Oracle went for sexy and provocative but, "Oh yes! I like it, so cute and precocious!"
"Wha- Cute?!" Oracle asked in affront.
"Go with it," Joker sang.
"Ah, I mean, ooh, I'm uhh... A naughty girl, ugh, this is weird."
Thankfully Violet made up for the other two, well versed in aesthetic appeal, a picture of style and grace. "Ooh! I love it love it love it! I think I see some future stars in the making! Alright!" the agent clapped again. "Let's move along to the underwear shoot!"
"Underwear?" Ace asked.
"Of course! We need to see what kind of shape you're in, don't we?" the agent asked. "It's not a problem, is it? Here," suddenly two more shadows appeared through the door, one male, one female that quickly and voluntarily took on their true shapes. Apsaras and Setanta. "We'll have some veterans show you the ropes so you can feel a little more comfortable."
"Joker," Ace hissed, the only one with intimate familiarity of where this was probably going, "I believe it might be time to go with our other plan?"
The leader of the phantom thieves wasn't unaware of the implications either. Nor was he ignorant of how the rest of the team were feeling about how things were going. The shadows were pushing things in a sexual direction. Five enemies was a lot though, especially in a new place with unfamiliar shadows in an enclosed space. If they wanted to, the enemy could force the situation to devolve in a sexual direction anyway.
Joker had gotten them into this, he resolved to get them out. "Play along, alright?" he requested quietly before stepping forward. "Okay, let's be honest," he announced to get the attention of every shadow before grabbing his thief garb and pulling it off in one go. The majesty of thought-created clothing. "When it comes to talent and looks, I'm the only one here you need!" He then proceeded to move through just about every modelling pose he had ever seen, male and female, as well as some from... Less conventional sources.
"Oh... Oh... Oh my!" the agent screeched as the photographers clicked away feverishly. "He's like a shining diamond! Oh!"
"That's right! No one can compete with me!" he stressed to get his message across to the others.
"Oh, I see what he's doing," Crow noted. "Yes. What incredible talent. Clearly he puts the rest of us to..." he hesitated. "To..."
"Are you serious?" Oracle hissed. "You can't even pretend to say he's better than you at something?!" Looking to the photographers she joined in. "Yeah, he's so much better and cooler and handsomer than the rest of us, especially this Bird Brain."
"Indeed!" Ace agreed woodenly. "Perhaps we should wait in a green room of some sort until you're finished with him." Oracle nodded and pointed, eagerly agreeing with that idea. A green room probably meant a safe room in a place like this.
"Just one?" the agent asked, "Oh that seems like such a waste though."
"Then let me show you something special!" Violet suddenly stepped forward, ripping off her leotard in the same way Joker had his clothing, then raised her hands high above her head while standing on one foot.
"Ooh, so graceful and svelte! Okay, photographers! Let's get the dead fish out of here. We're gonna make stars out of these two!" The shadow stared hungrily at Joker and Violet. "Let's see what they can really do."
"You sure about this?" Joker asked his collaborator in this little ploy. "You know where this is going, right?"
The redhead nodded. "Play by the rules and we don't risk anything. Besides, Oracle will be watching over us in case something goes wrong. And we still have our personas."
"You four, time to pair off!" the agent ordered. Without needing further instruction, the Apsaras moved within Joker's personal space while Setanta towered over Violet. "Now we're going to test your appeal. When you're a model, men and women must want you and want to be you. Show me why I should desire you. Make me want you."
"Yeah, this was always where this was going," Joker whispered to himself before moving behind the Apsaras and wrapping his arms around her to stroke her thigh and tummy while pointing her at the camera.
"Oh?" the agent uttered as she worked said camera, "Feeling shy?"
"If the goal is to have people want to be me," he answered as his touches drew a gasp from the blue woman, his head tilting to match hers as she revelled in it, "There's no better way to do it than making a woman melt in my arms."
"A good start," the agent purred, watching his fingers slide under the Apsaras' leotard-like garment. Hidden, but the bulge of it showed precisely where he was touching to get the dancer quaking and moaning. Her attention moved to the other pair, the redhead pressed up against the uncovered body of the famed warrior. Her soft hand gliding up and down his erect length. "Not a bad start, dear," the agent praised, "But give me more! Show me what makes you different from all the other girls! Give it all you've got!"
Violet looked down at what she was doing, steeled herself, then dropped to her knees. She thought she heard the agent encouraging her more but it meant nothing with a cannon pointed at her face. She had chosen to be here, doing this. She had decided to live this life with no regrets. If that meant doing things she would never otherwise do...
Her mouth opened, her tongue poked out to swirl over the crown of the cock in her hand. The shadow groaned, "Yeah, just like that, keep going." It was a strange feeling of pride that she felt at such praise. Sucking a shadow's cock. Should this have been a proud moment? But one half of her life she had been taught that giving pleasure to others was noble. Good. Feeling the shadow's cock twitch and bob against her tongue, then in her mouth as she pushed herself forward to take him inside. It was thrilling! The taste was even pleasant. She didn't know what she had expected, that the nature of it would make it taste foul or worse than the real thing. Not that she knew what the real thing tasted like.
It was an odd thought as her tongue continued to coil around the cockhead. Maybe she should have given Ren a blowjob first? Just to compare. Or let the shadow fuck her instead.
It was too late to consider such options though. Nothing could have made that clearer than the shadow grabbing her hair in a fist and pushing her down to take his cock deeper into her mouth until it poked at her throat. "Ghk!" she choked at the unexpected pressure, her eyes watering behind her mask.
Joker had Apsaras bent over, her leotard torn down to let her breasts bounce as he fucked her from behind. The shadow woman was moaning like a bitch as he hammered into her. There was no cause to be gentle with a shadow. But the moans weren't loud enough to drown out Violet's sound of distress. He looked over and saw her partner with his cock balls deep in her throat. "Violet!"
Tears streamed down her face, not from pain or humiliation but from the sheer strain of the act. Where her hands rested on the warrior's thighs she shakily gave Joker a thumbs up to say she was okay, even as she continued to gag on her throat full of cock meat. "Ghlrk! Ghlrk! Ghlrk!" Every hilting inside her throat becoming ever so slightly easier as she adjusted to the punishing experience. She hadn't noticed that her fingers had slid inside her panties, her hips rolling against her fingers as she fingered herself in rhythm with the shadow abusing her throat.
Frustrated, Joker began to ram the shadow with everything he had, needing to bring this whole situation to an end. He had been stupid! What was he thinking letting things go this far?! Everything in the world and out seemed to be pushing him to go wild with hedonism! He hadn't meant to get Sumire caught up in something so–!
"Auuuugh!" Setanta roared as he shoved Violet all the way down and held her there. She gurgled as she felt dollops of hot shadow cum flow directly down her throat and into her belly. Her hips bucked one last time as she sprayed a small puddle onto the floor of the studio. The redhead did her best to allow all of that hot juice to slide down her gullet freely, not that she had much choice with a fat cock clogging it. "Uuuugh, that was great..." Setanta groaned as he seemed to shrink, glow, and take the form of a mask that flew over to enter Joker's own.
"Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh!" Apsaras screamed as she came around Joker's cock, also becoming another mask in the process.
Violet worked to catch her breath, blinking away tears as she looked around the room. Setanta and Apsaras were obviously gone, but so was the agent shadow. In her place was a pass card sitting on the floor.
"I'm sorry," Joker said before anything else.
"D–" she tried to say, but had to cough to clear her sore throat. "Don't be. That was... Amazing." She looked to the pass card again, but her attention was drawn to something else. Joker's cock. Slick with Apsaras' juices, but not flagging in the slightest. Apsaras had finished but he hadn't. "Want me to take care of that?" she asked, barely even trying to hide her eagerness.
"Great work you two!" They heard Ace' voice via Oracle. "They took us upstairs to a safe room. Oracle can guide you to us."
"Yeah," Joker answered, "We made some progress here too." He looked down at Violet as her head bobbed, happily slurping the juices off of his cock. "Just wrapping things up." He grabbed hold of Violet's bright red hair and her eyes lit up in anticipation.