Footsteps echoed down the endless subways of Mementos as the growing sound of panicked yells and the commotion of a one-sided battle grew closer.

Round the corner, Futaba and Morgana came running, the usually laid back girl running at full sprint in contrast to her frail self with a look of panic on her face as the rest of the gang followed soon after as a purple wave of fire crashed right through the tunnels they were in moments ago.

They couldn't fight back against the Shadow Futaba had claimed to be their former comrade, forced to flee as it unleashed overwhelming attacks at breakneck speed. Running further down the passage, their pursuer sighed as she watched the crew racing further down in yet another extension of their game of Catch.

Going onto all fours as she stretched her lithe body in a feline manner, she gazed at the fading silhouettes of the Phantom Thieves as they sped away, her laid back nature and mischievous spirit willing her to take things slow, but she was growing tired of this, despite her easy going self, even she had limits when her playmates refused to join her.

The crew had only a second to notice the eruption of giant blobs of black goo as they emerged from all sides of the passage, Morgan and Futaba being the most attuned to the threats of traversing a Palace, had been the first ones to react, dodging the orbs as they flew past to block their escape.

The rest though, weren't as lucky…

With a scream and a shout of surprise, the trap had pinned Ann and Ryuji to the dusty walls of Mementos, the black sludge fading away with their prize like a black hole. All Morgana and Futaba could do was look on in shock and horror as they turned around to face the silence; their pursuer and two more members of the crew spirited away in the blink of an eye…

ANN’S SIDE…5 MINUTES AFTER…

Darkness was all Ann could see as she opened her eyes after thinking it was all over as she sunk into that dark pit after falling for the Shadow's surprise attack. Unlike the tunnels of Mementos, the place she found herself in was pitch black. In fact, there was nothing as far as she could see, the floors, walls and ceiling (if there even was one) were non-existent, a black sea of nothingness stretching out all around the Phantom Thief.

Getting to her feet, Ann began to walk, hoping to find a way out of this void somewhere, unaware of the feline eyes watching her in the darkness above.

But no matter how far she walked in any given direction, the darkness just seemed to go on forever, it’s monotone environment remaining unchanged as she went.

That is, until Ann glimpsed a white blur in the distance as it emerged out of the dark like an oasis in the desert. Was it a doorway? A gateway out of this place? She couldn’t tell, its shape was a blurry mess. She needed to get closer.

Getting into a steady sprint, Ann made her way towards the new ray of hope on the horizon, joy in her heart that she’d found a way out, but still on guard for anything that might try to pounce on her.

As soon as she’d gotten close enough to view the distant object however, her sprint had slowed to a crawl as she came upon a pristine, plain white table, a neat napkin laid out on top with a tea set laid out across the rest of it. In front of it was a similarly simple chair with a backrest. Ann sighed in disappointment as she laid eyes on the weirdly placed setup, being careful to stay a few feet away in case anything happened as she walked a wide circle around the suspicious table.

–

The spectator sighed as it watched Ann, a smug grin on its face knowing it’s trap had been sprung the moment the Phantom Thief had laid eyes on it, she might’ve been acting conscious about the whole thing possibly being dangerous but soon, it would all be pointless as the creeping thoughts implanted within her through visual contact with the Shadow’s conjured furniture would soon get the better of her.

After all, one couldn’t hope to overpower a will as strong as hers was, the Shadow was confident of that. She could do away with the foreplay like she had with the witless fool that was her host, but where was the fun in that?

She smiled as she watched Ann break her loop, walking towards the table and pulling out the chair without hesitation as she sat down straight before tucking it in like a proper lady…

–

She blinked a few times as she realized what she’d done, sitting comfortably on the chair as if nothing was wrong, her posture; upright and prim as she sat with her arms tucked on her lap as if she was waiting for something.

A clink alerted her to the cup before her as the porcelain kettle finished pouring a scarlet brew into it, settling back onto its plate with a soft clatter. Ann stared at the filled cup as steam emanated from its contents.

She should’ve been concerned or way about drinking something she’d never seen before, at the very least taking a whiff. But she brought the cup up to her lips without even thinking, her eyes wide in surprise as she felt the bitter fluid run down her throat. A sense of deja vu making her giddy as her body began to move on autopilot, a hand gripping a teaspoon with care as it scooped a serving of sugar, mixing it well with the tea before bringing it back up to Ann for another dose as she could only scream inwards about how wrong this all was.

With each sip, the color seemed to drain from Ann’s body, her crimson catsuit bleached white as the red seemed to be absorbed into the chair she sat on. The white wood slowly dying itself crimson like her suit once was as its occupant continued to drown herself in tea. As elegant as her actions were, the gluttony behind it was obvious as her hand moved on to the 7th cup, bringing it up once more as Ann stared out into the void with glassy eyes, a prisoner in her own body as the teapot moved to fill the cup with its last serving of tea.

Ann screamed inward as she unleashed the power of her Persona; Carmen. She might’ve been restrained but the power of one's Persona came from the heart itself, a representation of their ego and will. She was aware of the Shadow’s strength from their brief encounter earlier but she wasn’t going to give up and let herself be puppeteered willingly. Unleashing an overwhelming blaze of heat as Carmen appeared next to Ann’s pale white figure, her attack aimed at destroying the table and all of its contents in one fell swoop.

Right as the chair completely turned a bright red, leaving Ann with nothing as she drank the last cup of tea…

She couldn’t believe her eyes as she watched Carmen halt mid-way through her attack as the singed table took its chance to heal from the damage before shattering completely, the all powerful Persona reduced to harmless phantom glass fragments as Ann watched in horror, her body lost completely as feline giggles rang out all around her, basking in the newly seeded roots of despair growing inside of her as she felt herself slipping away, the feeling of being nothing more than a passenger in her own body slowly turning into an out of body experience as she felt her very being; her soul, ripped and peeled away from her former body, the fear doubling as she saw what had happened to her body, the chair now sporting her crimson palette with her pale white form contrasted against it, blank eyes gazing emotionlessly into the distance as she cried out in panic.

Taking the chance, the darkness around her seemed to come to life as the Shadow’s underlings sprang from their hiding spots, consuming Ann in liquid darkness as they poured over her naked soul, flowing down her open mouth and stifling her mid-scream as they blanketed Ann in their noxious form, the struggling silhouette of a female bound in black where a young woman once stood surprised.

With her soul finally removed, the Shadow got to work, giant cat paws emerging from the endless skies above as lethal claws popped out of the soft cushiony limbs, arched towards the body of the struggling Ann suspended in the air. But these weren’t meant to kill, the Shadow had something special in mind for Ann as it raked its claws across the shiny prison of its twitching captive, injecting a special concoction into her body, the once slim and slender form began to bulge and convulse in reaction to the incoming flow of toxins pulsing through her as the tight goo stuck to her body began to tease; plunging into her nethers, tweaking her nipples, sliding into her mouth, all to soften her up for the final blow as the Shadow giggled mischievously before raising its pinky, the claw tipped digit reflecting an unseen light source with an ominous pink glow before dropping the sickle shaped end of it onto Ann’s chest, the modestly sized breasts rapidly filling with fat and sensitive flesh as they blew up to jiggly E’s, the captive woman’s muffled moans erupting through the black goo as the claw raked itself over her body, implanting the final changes as her body became unrecognizable, overly curvy and jiggly, all signs of her fit and supple body replaced by an oversexualized idol of the ideal woman men dreamed of as Ann continued to giggle and moan in lust, her mind overridden entirely by a new directive, all thoughts of escape, despair and fear drowned out into nothingness.

Holding the darkened soul dripping with corruption in her arms, the feline Shadow scoffed at how far the former Phantom Thief had fallen in her hands as she squeezed tightly, forcing pained moans of delight out of her as a trail of malevolent liquid squirted out of the gaps in her paws. The image of the proud and dignified Ann Takamaki in her mind would never be squealing out in delight at having her body crushed and her tits milked like this. She wondered what the end result would be as she shoved the corrupted spirit of Ann back into the pale lifeless body still seated patiently on the crimson chair, surrounded by a crowd of mask wearing Shadows, all of them waiting for a chance at gaining their mistresses favour as they all leaped toward the body of Ann once her blackened soul had been reinserted into it…

As the cat-like body of the Shadow materialized out of the void to watch the ensuing riot, she sighed to herself as she scoffed at how ugly mankind could be…and the playthings they all were at the end of the day, nothing more than figurines in her hands to toy with, to reshape as she saw fit, like these humans who had the misfortune of running into her on her own turf!

The last thing on Ann’s mind as she boiled in the midst of the storm of Shadows invading her body was of the former Phantom Thieves as their images slowly vanished from her mind, the final visage of Joker lingering as he reached a hand out towards her.

Not knowing who he was, she took his outstretched arm in her own as her vision grew white…

–

Awakening from her stupor, the figure sat upright from her slumped over position in the chair as her blurry vision slowly regained its focus. The purple blob in front of her slowly taking shape as a young girl sporting feline features, her body covered with fur and scant cloth to uphold the bare minimum of “modesty” despite how frilly her dress was as her bushy tail poked out from behind, swaying lazily in the air as her glowing pupils stared at her with amusement.

And her posture was to say the least; uncouth, she laid on her side with an arm propped up to support her head, legs spread wide with her other arm pawing restlessly at her chest. Even a woman such as herself knew how to display themselves at all times. She fidgeted slightly in her seat as the words crossed her mind, a brief flash of a certain black haired boy running through her head in that instant.

She felt a brief instance of guilt as she thought about what she’d just said, wasn’t that figure someone important to her? Maybe she was a close friend, calling her out on something as petty as presentation made her feel like some insensitive bitch, and who was that boy from earlier? Maybe someone they both knew? A subtle frown formed over the silhouettes blackened visage as she pondered those thoughts while listening to the cat girl speaking.

Her voice muffled, the figure couldn't make out her words as the purple cat girl spoke, nodding blindly at each word as the strange woman sank into the pitch black floor, leaving her alone to collect herself as she tried to regain her composure. All she knew was that the catgirl had asked her to do something…but what? She felt a hint of importance in those mumblings she’d heard but she had no clue what they even meant, much less who she was. Looking down at her own arms, they were the same as the floor around her, the white table in front of her allowing her to see her darkened limbs as she held them in front of her.

She seemed to remember not being so…featureless…as she stared at her arms in confusion. She was definitely the dignified sort so something dashing was in order, but she was a woman after all so maybe it should still show off her feminine side as well.

As those thoughts began to solidify, color and texture returned to her as an organic growth began to cover her body, climbing over her body and sheathing her privates, despite their role as nothing more than clothing, she could feel the very air as it caressed her naked body through the thick, yet elegant strands of green cloth, their undersides evidently organic as strands of weird goo connected them to the slim body beneath, slowly regaining its former hue as light pink shades of skin covered the darkness.

Soon, her torso was enveloped in a stylish tailcoat as she flexed her slender arms in wonder, admiring the gem shaped patterns that adorned it’s surface and enjoying how it all felt so comfortable yet relieving in a way, despite her body being covered up, the fact she could still feel her through this strange clothing made it all seem like she was an exhibitionist…a fierce blush grew on her face as skin crawled up her featureless visage, the handsome, yet alluring face of a grown woman grimacing in discomfort emerging as she came to realize how shameless it all was, crimson eyes downcast as she watched the rest of her featureless, black form regain color and life as skin and clothes grew over.

That is, until a sense of normalcy washed over her head, her eyes widening as she felt her breathing relax, the blush remaining for different reasons altogether as her mind scrambled and rewired itself as if a glitched computer was trying to repair itself, her vision blacking out for a moment as she let out a choked cry of pain in a voice that seemed as if it couldn't decide on how it should sound like, swapping pitch and tone like a broken record.

Sensing resistance, the darkness inside of her had proceeded to snuff out the one last piece of Ann still free and in control of the twisted canals of her newly corrupted mind. All memories of the Phantom Thieves and her fellow classmates in Shujin Academy snuffed out and deleted, the faces of Joker, Futaba, Shiho and the others going from dear friend to cold stranger in her mind. Instead of affection and care, she felt disgust and lust as she viewed each face in her head as all other events from her time as the human; Ann Takamaki, vanished without a trace. Instead finding more familiarity in the carnal act of sex and other depraved hobbies as she sat entranced, her

A smile split her lips as she revelled in the raunchy imagery flooding her mind as she crossed her long shapely legs the moment a set of long pants finished their growth, suppressing the fire that had sparked in her warm belly as she ran a hand down over her second skin, gloved fingers lingering over her groin for a second or two before she sighed, her eyes glinting with a malicious ire as she lost herself in her reverie.

She considered herself a fool for even thinking this was out of place, a Shadow was the embodiment of a human’s sweet, sweet, pent up negative emotions. She was a Shadow, a nameless being borne from a greater whole to carry on her purpose of seeding that glorious need in the hearts of mankind…after all, why deny that which they thirst for? She found the word ‘negative’ to be such a boorish way to label the desires humans kept depriving themselves of.

But even then, a pang of pain ran through her empty chest at the mere idea of being a nameless Shadow, a being like her with a banging body of her own should deserve a name at the very least. She brainstormed one that would be fitting of a being of her status as silky locks of aquamarine with bright purple highlights spilled forth from her scalp, the tailcoat that covered her beginning to grow over with organic

Running through names in her mind, the Shadow turned down each one as she frowned in anger.

Julia, boring.

Suzuka, ill fitting.

Henrietta, prudish.

Ann...that name sent shivers of disgust down her spine, crushing the thought in her head with an animalistic growl no ordinary human would be able to produce.

Sensing that brief abnormality, the woman coughed coyly as she flicked her head to the side with a small blush on her cheeks, her growing fringe tickled her brow as her hair grew out to frame her face, the short cut hairstyle giving the woman a commanding visage that mesmerised the hearts of both men and women alike as the rest grew out into a multicolored mane down her supple back, tickling her rump as it did so. She knew no one besides her was around in this empty domain of Mementos, but still, appearances mattered at all times even when no one was watching.

She raised an eyebrow as her mind finally came up with a suitable name for herself, her soft lips forming into an 'O' of surprise as she juggled the name on her tongue before whispering it in a hushed, airy voice, it's stern tone dripping with sexual undertones.

"Cordelia…”

Trying not to get too giddy in her head, Cordelia smiled to herself as she replayed the name on repeat in her mind as she relaxed in her seat, hand reaching out for the teapot that had refilled itself from its last use, filling the cup with another dose of the sweet tasting brew and savouring the rich scent, bringing it up to her mouth while being careful to keep up her nobility as she let the tea linger on her tongue before swallowing. She almost let herself loose there for a moment, giggling silently to herself as a small mushroom cap began to grow atop her head of hair.

An act would be the better way to describe the way she conducted herself, each act was minimal, with barely any flair or emotion to it. It was like watching a puppet on strings in a play. The most vocalization she had made so far were simple clicks of her tongue and the steady gulps of tea flowing down her throat as her dainty neckline bulged with each sip.

It was a necessity for a Shadow like herself. Similar to the humans that had given her form and shape, a facade was necessary both to maintain her psyche lest she reveal her darker side and to lure in the weak minded who would find their way into the domain she was charged with, she preferred her beautiful humanoid form over the darker conglomeration of the lust and desire boiling inside of her.

Putting down the  empty cup gently, Cordelia smiled to herself as she laid her head on her raised palm, letting her bosom nestle comfortably on the tabletop as she rubbed her steamy belly, the organic growth that was her undershirt receding to give her globular breasts some breathing room as a top hat settled neatly over her head, the underside lined with fungi like slits that emanated spores laced with her essence as the white snowflakes settled over her exterior, more fungi like growths appearing over her attire like a set of designer accessories.

Spotted mushroom caps in place of gemstones and golden inlays, fungal webbing in place of lacey cloth, leaves fashioned into ribbons. Cordelia’s look as a highborn noble in some fantasy world was complete as she unfolded her long legs, breathing in as flora and fauna began to sprout around her feet, replacing the darkness with a fantastical background resembling a small forest complete with small animals and insects as she hummed to herself in her sweet voice, holding up a macaron to the light as if offering it to an imaginary visitor with a warm smile on her face…

And with that, a mesmerizing net for the unwary had been set with Cordelia in the middle, offering herself willingly for all to approach her snare with intoxicating spores and delicious treats that never stopped coming. She giggled to herself as she continued to stare dreamily up into the sky, wondering who would be the first one to stumble upon her quaint little tea party as she bit into the macaron, savouring it's sweetness as it melted in her mouth.

Speaking of visitors, Cordelia sensed the presence of her Mistress as she heard a loud thud somewhere in her forest, looks like she had brought out the second plaything she’d caught earlier. Cordelia’s cheeks flushed red as she wondered she had in mind for the hunky man, his image still fresh in her mind as she picked up on his scent all the way from where she sat. She had no idea who he was but she knew just from a glance that he had to be packing heat, growing moist below as her body began excreting a fungal mucus from her nipples.

She sighed in disappointment, knowing he wouldn’t come out the same after Mistress had blessed her fellow Shadows with a new host. But then again, there were always more human men to pick from…

Reassured, Cordelia resumed her little tea party in silence as she cleaned herself up, her dirty mind overflowing with sex as she continued to elegantly sip away at her newly brewed batch of tea. Ears pricked and ready as she listened to the commotion happening just a few meters away…maybe she could end up with a suitable partner to partake in tea together along with the usual frisky romp...

RYUJI’S SIDE…40 MINUTES AFTER…

Ryuji grunted as he awoke to vigorous movement, his vision blurry as he felt his body burn with an intense heat, the last image on his mind was that of being consumed by the black slime as he ran straight into it as it appeared out of the ground before everything fell silent as he drifted into a deep sleep.

After what felt like hours, he’d awoken to the sounds of muffled groans and what he could swear were womanly moans. Trying to open his eyes, more of his senses returned to him as he felt his sore back scrape against what felt like grass, his arms forced down to his sides as he began to feel extremely lethargic, as if he’d been through multiple workout sets as he felt his pectorals ache in incredible pain…or was it the sensation of something using his belly like a trampoline?

Through the hazy field of his vision, Ryuji grunted as his eyes concentrated on the massive frame of the silhouette steadily growing clearer with each second as he tried to lift his arms or raise his knees but to no avail, he was just so drained he couldn’t even lift his finger off the floor, the figure above him giggling in a voice he’d heard just moment’s before as it laughed at Ryuji’s attempts at resistance.

It was only with that realization that he felt the incredible warmth around his groin, more specifically how wet and hot it felt as the figure of the feline Shadow came into view as she crashed down once more with the wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh as her plump rear landed against his thighs, a silent “Mff!” of joy piercing through her pursed lips as she raised her hips once more, the sight of his throbbing manhood visible for a moment before her cunt came down around it once more, swallowing the meaty rod whole as he winced, embarrassed to admit how good her innards felt as they squeezed hard, permeating him with her warmth.

He wanted to shove the Shadow off of him, the words of Futaba still clear in his mind. She’d said some weird stuff about this Shadow being Joker, which made it equally wrong to be having sex with her, even if she was the one to initiate it. Maybe he could snap him out of it?

But that hope was dashed as she leaned down over him, tracing a furry paw across his chiseled chest up to his lip as she shushed him, sneering down at him with her brilliant gold pupils as she wagged her other paw playfully as the sharpened edge of claws began to emerge from the soft brown pads, a not so subtle threat as she moved in closer, the cold, curved section of the razor proving an effective distraction from the plump melons currently lying across his chest.

“Ah-ah-ah! Don’t move dear~ Playtime’s just started and you ain’t going anywhere till i’m done with ya, got it? Wouldn’t wanna hurt you now do we?”

With that, the Shadow resumed her assault on Ryuji’s manhood as she pressed her paws down on his chest, further pushing him down as her tail stood on end, her moans and grunts growing louder and more elaborate as she continued the one sided pounding, staring down at Ryuji with lust burning bright in her eyes as her tongue lolled out of her gaping mouth, her belly reaching critical levels as she neared climax, the innards of her dripping wet lower lips clenching in preparation for the incoming load.

Ryuji had realized now that he probably hadn’t come, he was a hard one to please so he hadn’t been surprised this hungry cat had taken however long it was to get him to this point. But it was Joker in there wasn’t it? He had to hold out for as long as he could, maybe Ann, Futaba and Morgana would soon arrive to back him up.

Sensing resistance though, the Shadow snuck her fluffy tail around them, tickling and pricking his nipples as Ryuji jerked his head back in response to the explosive growth in the pleasure assaulting his dick. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

Sensing her chance, the feline raised her quivering legs off of the poor man for one last time, panting and moaning as she stared her prey in the eyes.

“I swear, you’re just the best, but play time’s over…now, just give me your seed!”

With a final wet slap, the moans of both Ryuji and his partner echoed out loud in the forest surrounding them as he blasted his pent up load up into the quaking body of the feline as she squealed in lust, her claws extending into Ryuji’s chest as he yelled in pain, the Shadow tossing her purple head of hair back in a scream as she felt her womb and innards fill to the brim with steaming hot spunk, her innards coated with it as she fell back onto her lovers chest, eyes rolled into the back of her head as her claws sprung loose from his skin, drawing blood as they popped out of his chest. That was gonna leave a mark…

Ryuji however, managed to keep his cool as he looked up, panting in exhaustion and pain as the Shadow lay still above him, her warm skin and steady breaths against him made him eager for Round Two but that would have to wait. Pushing the limp body of the cat girl off of him as she rolled over onto the grass, Ryuji shakily stood up, wiping himself down with his hands before noticing how naked he was, whatever she’d done to him, she was sure to get rid of his gear and belongings first.

But as Ryuji’s hands brushed past his legs to wipe off the thick layer of semen and vaginal juices that had stuck there, his eyes widened in shock as his hand grazed a void, no resistance where he was expecting it to be.

“Looking…for this?”

Ryuji averted his gaze from the dripping mess between his empty legs as he looked back towards the already active form of the Shadow as she laid on her rear, spreading her legs apart as she beckoned to the bulge sticking out of her cunt, like a plug to keep her newly acquired haul inside as she basked in the afterglow.

“You didn’t think you were walking out of here a man right? You were great boy, but i have other plans for you, like your friend over there~”

She jutted a massive claw in the direction of the trees where Ryuji could make out the faint outlines of a woman dressed in an outfit fitting of royalty sitting by herself as she tied her long mane of multicolored hair back into a neat ponytail in the clearing as she seemed to notice his gaze, an evil smile on her face as he made eye contact with her brilliant red eyes…the Ann he knew was the complete opposite of the mature beauty before him…but he knew beneath those perfect features lay just another Shadow that would kill him if he tried to approach.

Before he could do anything else however, Ryuji’s knees gave way, the poor man falling to his knees as energy seemed to leave his body entirely while the Shadow cheered happily to herself. Her claws…had probably been laced with poison, leaving the Phantom Thief at the mercy of two Shadows as the former Joker approached him, already bouncing on her feet with each step as if she hadn’t had a rough session of love making just moments before. But if that Shadow really was Ann…then what did it mean for him?

“Aww don’t look so scared there~ I’ll be reeeaal gentle~ NOW SUCK IT!”

By the time Ryuji had gathered his thoughts as he heard the Shadow moan once more alongside a wet squelch, he felt something long and hard jammed down his open mouth as her paws grabbed hold of his blonde hair roughly. The strong salty taste of his own spunk permeated his tongue as she thrust the rod down his mouth, bobbing his limp head back and forth with her other hand as he gazed at the dripping snatch in front of him, his seed flowing out of it in constant spurts with the dam unplugged.

Instead of revulsion however, Ryuji’s eyes glazed over as he let himself be used willingly, gagging as he felt the hard rod smack against the back of his throat. With each thrust, changes began to occur to his naked body as the strange role reversal playing out between him and his dominant partner would soon correct itself.

His body would begin to lose mass, the muscles were the first to go, leaving Ryuji with a slender build that only seemed more and more feminine with each bob of his head as flesh tenderized and softened, fat filling in where muscle once was as his bones cracked and reshaped, the arms dangling limply by his side becoming slender and dainty while spindly legs became ripe with fat, reshaping into a peculiar triple jointed foot that left Ryuji looking like a human kangaroo as his hips snapped outwards, forcing him into a new position to balance himself, thrusting his chest out and his ass backwards as his spine snapped itself into place, forming a visible S curve to his spine that emphasized his now peachy ass cheeks and the tiny nubs slowly taking over what was left of his hardened chest.

It was extremely hard to think, each attempt at trying to get ahold of the situation interrupted as the Shadow bobbed his head roughly forward, choking him on his former dick and blanking his mind out, memories becoming harder to recall and devolving into doubtful pieces of imagery involving him servicing the many denizens of Mementos while working to spread his Mistresses influence in the Human World.

But with each flash of being taken from behind as rough hands grabbed ahold wide handlebar hips  or giving loving titjobs to adoring fans, Ryuji found it harder and harder to think of himself as a man, his life as a human male slowly being overridden by that of a cock hungry Shadow who spent most of her life in service to the woman known as Cordelia and her Mistress. They were most definitely not measly humans but rather, all powerful Shadows right? That couldn’t be it…

With a grunt, Ryuji frowned as he felt the domineering Shadow pick up her pace, further disrupting his thoughts with both paws now on his head as she re-inserted the dick-turned-dildo into her snatch, thrusting with her hips as his face began to be covered by her ejaculate, the calloused skin smoothening into pearly white marble like the rest of his body as his facial hair flaked away, leaving him looking like a crossdressing perv for just a moment before his eyes widened large pink pearls devoid of life as the lips wrapped around his former member turned plump and kissable as drool seeped down his chin alongside the rest of the Shadow’s juices as they pooled into the widening cleavage below, the once tiny nubs reaching an impressive Double-D range as they rose and fell with each laboured breath, completing Ryuji’s transition to womanhood as the formerly blank void between her legs puffed up into a juicy pair of lips that began to secrete their own flow of thick, transparent juices, hungering for what once stood there as his memories finally sputtered out of existence, the physical sensation of having a set of jiggling tits and a needy pussy driving his self doubt further of him ever being a human male as the name; Ryuji, became a forgotten relic.

With a final spray of fluids across the newborn girls face as the Shadow meowed in delight, the pair parted with a string of liquid stretching from the girl's cute face to her lover’s aching snatch as a revealing bunny suit finished forming across her curvy torso, propping up her heaving tits while leaving  most of the perky melons along with her sleek shoulders and plump thighs exposed, not even lasting a minute before the crotch piece grew damp, a stream of liquid pouring out from her wanting lower lips into the tuft of fur that had grown out to cover up her visibly inhuman lower portions.

Ryuji as he once was, no longer existed, the new ditzy Shadow staring blankly ahead as her pupils warped into heart shaped symbols, the eyes behind them burning with lust while her blonde crop of hair dyed itself a dark pink, extending into a cute bob cut to complement her youthful features as a floppy pair of bunny ears erupted from her skull, the now useless human ears receding back into supple flesh as she drooled mindlessly onto the carrot-esque dildo lodged tight in her cleavage, coated in a thick layer of both of their fluids as a single name popped into her empty head…

Snapping awake from her daydream, the girl wondered where she was and what she was doing as she took in her surroundings, eyes gazing down at her dripping wet tits with her prized possession lying snugly between them before looking back up in front of her towards the imposing purple furred cat girl watching her with heated breath escaping her nostrils, a trail of fluids still suspended in the air between her lips and the cat girl’s cunt.

Finally connecting the dots, the girl smiled as she laughed affectionately, opening her small mouth in eager anticipation for more as gestured suggestively with a dainty hand, eyes burning with longing as she awaited an answer from her dear Mistress as her other hand darted down sneakily between her thighs. She was Yona, a lowly sexpet of a Shadow that could charm any and all who gazed upon her lovely form, before she sucked the very life out of them. Despite her demure looks, she packed a punch if push came to shove, she could remember crushing the heads of unruly Shadows with her powerful legs without breaking a sweat.

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The feline Shadow laughed out loud as she stomped over to her latest conquest, stroking the Shadow before her on the cheeks as she played with her open mouth, sticking a claw down her open mouth as she licked up the poison tipped razor, savouring the taste as the electrifying venom flowed down her mouth. Normally, direct ingestion would torch the bodies of most beings, Shadows included. But Yona was special in that her body turned all harmful substances into an intoxicating aphrodisiac, her fluffy ears twitching slightly as a fiery blush began to form on her pale cheeks.

Yona finally released her grip on the Shadow’s furry paw, panting with lust as if she hadn't been satiated, noticing their sole audience member watching from the sidelines as both their eyes met. Looking back up at her, Yona seemed to beg for permission as she looked up at her with large, adorable eyes.

“Ahh, go ahead! Don’t need my permission for…and she's gone…”

She hadn’t even finished her sentence before the Shadow had bounded off on all fours, hopping like a rabbit towards the open arms of Cordelia, carrying her with one arm back towards the clearing for a warm cup of tea together, the clatter of tea cups and panicked shouts ensuing as Cordelia tried to start Yona on the basics of tea drinking and etiquette.

Whistling calmly, the nameless feline Shadow stalked off toward the tea party. There’d be plenty of time to play with the remaining humans still wandering Mementos’ halls anyways. For now, it was time to take a break from the daily grind and enjoy life as a free spirit with her kin over a nice warm cup of tea…

THE END