Haru and makoto
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Haru and makoto slam you and futaba with thier asses so hard your a slave to makoto niijima and futaba is a slave to haru okumaru
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“Whew, that really worked up a sweat!” you coiled her whip back up, smiling broadly at the others as another shadow fell. “Great job, everyone!” A green beam of light appeared in front of the three Phantom Thieves, and down descended Futaba, who was grinning ear-to-ear.
“Mweheheh! At this rate, we’re gonna be leagues ahead of the others!” Haru smiled and nodded in agreement, and even Makoto cracked a grin. They had been positively ripping through shadows as they explored Mementos on their own, and they showed little sign of slowing down.
“Yes, this was such a great idea, Queen!” Haru added, her positive attitude just as bubbly as ever, even after a full day of swinging her heavy axe around.
“Well, I just thought that even if the guys didn’t feel like training today, what’s stopping us from doing so? Between the four of us, we’re more than capable of handling ourselves, after all.”
“They’re gonna be surprised when we blow them out of the water in the next palace!” you said emphatically, jogging ahead of the rest of them once she spotted the next platform. The other three followed suit, the small team regrouping in front of the next set of stairs. “What are you girls thinking, another few floors and call it a day?” They all exchanged nods, each of them starting to feel the strain of using their Personas for so long.
“Then it’s settled!” Haru said with a giggle, as she cheerily slammed another round of ammunition into her grenade launcher. “We should stop and get something to eat before parting ways too, don’t you think?” The other girls perked up at the idea as they all descended the stairs, not paying particular attention to what was up ahead.
“Oooh, what about that ramen shop in Ogikubo?” you pondered, stroking her chin as if she was deep in thought.
“That sounds good-”
“Oh, wait, what about the buffet again?” you said excitedly, interrupting Makoto mid-sentence. “Those desserts were sooo delicious- waaaggghhh!” A massive shadow, pulsing with energy, was waiting for them as soon as they stepped onto the new floor. Before any of them could even react, it took a massive swipe, knocking all of them onto the ground except for Futaba.
“Eeeep!” Futaba yelped, her eyes wide with panic. She quickly shot back up into Necronomicon, frantically fumbling with her controls as she sought to provide some immediate support. The rest of the group watched as the large shadow bent over backwards, before dissipating into a familiar form.
It was a solitary Leanan Sidhe, though she seemed different than the ones they had encountered before. She was much larger, and a strange energy seemed to emanate from her, one that seemed incredibly sinister, even for Mementos. She floated a foot or two above the ground, her long blonde hair cascading onto the floor below. Her sadistic grin sent chills down the spines of the three Phantom Thieves in front of her, who felt almost frozen in place. She showed no mercy to these three humans, forgoing any conversation or long-winded diatribe and instead immediately using one of her powerful skills.
“Whoa, this shadow looks strong! Watch out!” Futaba warned, as the three Phantom Thieves fought to gather their bearings. Before they could so much as stand back up, Leanan Sidhe cast Marin Karin on the entire party, brainwashing all but Ann.
“Queen! Noir!” you called out as she worked her way back to her feet, her two friends doing the same. She watched them for a moment with bated breath, unable to tell if they were truly brainwashed or not. They suddenly turned to look at her at the same time, their eyes seeming different somehow. The smiles on their faces were rather...eerie, and you found yourself stumbling backwards as they began to approach you with an uncomfortable intensity.
“Uhhh...guys…? S-snap out of it!” you fumbled for her whip, but Haru and Makoto were too quick. They lunged at her and grabbed her arms, knocking her whip to the ground before she could try to knock some sense into them. They both immediately turned back towards the Leanan Sidhe, as if awaiting further instruction. Futaba’s panic was only growing as she watched them easily hold you in place, their combined strength no match for poor Panther.
The Leanan Sidhe smiled back at them, her eyes piercing deeply into your’s. She gave the two brainwashed Thieves a curt nod, at which point they both turned back towards their former teammate with toothy smiles, ones that felt very out of place on their normally kind faces. The fiery intensity in their eyes was something Ann had never seen before in either of them, and she couldn’t help but worry about what they had in store for her.
“M-Makoto, Haru! Let me go, you’re not in your right mind-”
“Brace yourself, fiend. Here it comes!” Makoto announced confidently, smirking as her grip tightened around yours slender arm.
“It’s time for your punishment!” Haru added, giving you a tip of her hat with her free hand. With gusto, both Haru and Makoto tightened their grips, before flinging you with all of their might across the platform. She landed face-down on the cold concrete, her butt up in the air as she laid there dazed. Haru and Makoto both jumped into the air, so fast that they looked to be no more than blurs, as the surrounding area of Mementos itself seemed to change.
“Whoa…! Wha...what’s going on?” Futaba cried out from her ship, everything going dark for a moment. Suddenly, a number of bright lights turned on, illuminating a much larger room. “Is..is this a...wrestling ring?!”
Futaba could barely comprehend what was happening; weren’t they just in Mementos? Everywhere she looked, there were banners for “Noir & Queen” hung up, and the sounds of cheering fans were almost deafening. In one corner of the ring was you, still dressed in her full Panther outfit. She was slowly lifting herself up off the floor, rubbing her head as she too looked around in bewilderment. She slumped back into the corner, feebly holding onto the ropes to try and pull herself up onto her feet.
“Yeahhh! Take this poser down!” A loud voice rang out, somehow rising above the roar of the crowd.
“Get them, Queen!”
“Show her what for, Noir!”
The crowd seemed to burst into a frenzy when a spotlight shone down on the opposite corner from you, both Makoto and Haru now confidently strutting up to the ropes. Makoto nimbly hopped over them, while Haru rather primly slid her way between them. Makoto cracked her knuckles as she stood there poised, grinning confidently as the crowd cheered her on. Haru took a moment to gleefully wave at the crowd, clearly tickled at their overwhelming support. Without warning, and seemingly from nowhere, a bell rang out.
“Showtime!” Haru cried out, striking a pose with her tag-team partner. Both of them put one hand on their hip, Haru pointing the other out towards the crowd, Makoto holding her fist up as if she were about to show the crowd exactly what she could do.
Your’s eyes bugged out of her head as Makoto suddenly came bounding towards her, a murderous intent in her eyes. You hurriedly tried to pull herself out of the corner, but she was still too shaken up. She flopped back down onto her bottom as Makoto approached, wincing as she anticipated a mouthful of Queen’s terrifying fist of justice.
Instead, just as Makoto reached her former teammate, she turned around and flung herself into the corner. Her round, firm bottom slammed into the left side of your’s face, giving her a bone-shattering booty bump that almost knocked her sideways. You opened her eyes and sat there, frozen, as Makoto’s toned butt continued to press into her left cheek with tremendous force.
“W-what?! What are you doin-!” you didn’t get to finish her sentence before Haru’s voluptuous bottom joined in on the fun, slamming into the right side of her face with a great jiggling collision. Haru’s bottom was pillowy and soft, and a good bit bigger than Makoto’s. Haru giggled at your’s befuddled face as she was sandwiched between their two round butts, her cheeks comically squishing together as the tag-team duo ground their bottoms together as hard as they could.
Futaba watched with her mouth agape, unsure what to make of the strange scene unfolding in front of her. Your’s face was being squished beyond recognition, her blonde pigtails quickly becoming her only recognizable feature. The arena began to shake with cheers when your’s face was shown on the big screen, nearly swallowed up whole by the black and purple booties that had completely enveloped her head. Realizing that she had to do something, Futaba began to fumble with her controls, desperate to give you some kind of buff that would help get her out of this crazy situation.
“Uh...uhhh...don’t worry Kasumi, help’s on the way!”
“Think you could-mmpphh!-hurry it up a bit, -ugghhh!-Oracle?!” you managed to cry out, as her face was bashed repeatedly, bounced back and forth like a volleyball between the two curvy bottoms.
“Ummm, this one! Power up!” you suddenly felt her strength return, grinning a little now that she was back in action. Futaba put her hand over her mouth, however, as she instantly realized her mistake. Surely, she hadn’t given the boost to the whole party, had she…?
Your’s celebration was cut short when Haru’s purple bloomers slammed into her, her bubble butt suddenly claiming your’s face as its rightful seat. Her sizable bottom settled in around your’s head, burying her deep into Haru’s ass as an impromptu seat. Makoto was quick to slide in behind you before she could slither away, clutching her pigtails in her powerful grip. Makoto held your’s head in place as Haru bent over and thrust her hips backwards as hard as she could, jamming Ann nose-first into the depths of her jiggling ass.
The crowd was in a frenzy as the tag-team made easy work of you, turning her into nothing more than a play-thing in front of everyone. Makoto began to hammer your’s face forward from behind, slamming her into the wide expanse of Haru’s ass with her now-buffed strength, over and over again. You put up a valiant fight, but even with Futaba’s buff, she was no match for either of them. She weakly pawed at Haru’s butt and thighs as she was repeatedly buried into Haru’s massive buns, her pained whimpers only bringing a smile to her former teammates’ faces.
Futaba was in full-on panic mode as she watched, helpless from her vantage point aboard the Necronomicon. Makoto released her grip with one hand as you went nearly limp, using her free arm to motion and rile up the crowd with a smirk. Haru reached back and grabbed Ann’s pigtails herself, before wrenching them forward as hard as she could. Your’s face was pressed forward with them, pulling her face right in between Haru’s cheeks until she was practically wearing them as earmuffs, her arms flailing about wildly as she fought for precious air. Makoto grabbed a mic and held it up to Haru’s bottom, your ’s tortured screams broadcast out to the arena, much to the crowd’s delight.
“I-I can’t just sit here and do nothing,” Futaba reasoned with herself, “I...I have to go down there and try to snap them out of it!” She flew the Necronomicon over until it was hovering right above the arena, the green tractor beam placing an incredibly nervous Futaba right behind the brainwashed duo. Futaba grimaced as your’s desperate pleas seemed even more pitiful up-close, chilling enough that she very strongly considered beaming right back up to her ship and staying a safe distance away.
Instead, Futaba timidly crept up behind them, harisen fan in hand. She came to a stop right behind Makoto, who seemed far too busy shoving your’s entire head up Haru’s butt to notice anything else. Futaba raised the fan up above her head, wincing as she summoned the courage to strike. She brought the fan down, almost reaching Makoto’s head when…
“You oppose us...?” Makoto had grabbed Futaba’s arm before her attack could connect, easily holding Futaba in place as her heart practically stopped.
“Mwaaahhh!” Futaba shrieked, now catching Haru’s attention as well. Haru let go of your’s pigtails, allowing her face to slowly slide down the crack of her ass, before she face-planted down onto the ground with a thud. Makoto grinned at Futaba’s panic-stricken expression, her eyes lighting up as if she just thought of a grand idea.
“You should’ve stayed in your ship.” Makoto pulled Futaba down towards the ground by her arm, treasuring the hapless navigator’s look of terror as she was completely overpowered. In one swift movement, Makoto shot her hips out like a bullet, her muscular cheeks slamming into the side of Futaba’s face with the force of a truck.
Her goggles went flying across the ring, and Futaba’s tiny figure went hurtling towards you. She came crashing down on Panther, knocking what little wind you had managed to catch right back out of her. Both of them just laid there, letting out occasional moans as they weakly fought to untangle themselves.
“This one’s gonna hurt!” Makoto called out, riling up the crowd once again. Futaba could just barely lift her head, enough to see Makoto and Haru start to sprint towards opposite corners of the ring. They both hopped up onto the top ropes, looking eager to pull off whatever horrible stunt they had in mind. On the both of you and futaba
“Noir!” Makoto called out.
“Leave it to me!”you groaned as she managed to roll over onto her back, just barely able to lift herself up. Haru and Makoto were both showing off to the audience from on top of the turnbuckles, the crowd roaring in response to their antics. Haru tipped her hat and pointed out towards the crowd, before turning back and locking eyes with you, her lips curling up into a sinister smile.
“Ready, set…!” Haru and Makoto both jumped up in the air, clearly intending to land right in the middle of the ring, exactly where Futaba and you were. Neither of them had the strength to roll out of the way, only enough to stare up at their imminent doom with horrified expressions. Haru and Makoto seemed to hang in the air, as if they were truly suspended in flight above them. The brainwashed duo then kicked their legs out in front of them, their massive bottoms primed and ready to land directly on their battered enemies for the coup de grâce.
“No...please…!” you said as she raised her arms up in a meager defense, closing her eyes as she anticipated the crushing impact.
“Those curves...too...deadly…!” Futaba muttered, forced to watch as their massive bottoms grew bigger and bigger. The crowd exploded when they finally landed, the entire ring shaking as they came crashing down right on target. On the both of you as ur all back in makotos room but she and haru both slammed thier asses on you and futaba much harder*
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