Futaba Chair TF (Patreon)

(Persona 5 Royal)

“And that’s… The fourth search this week…” The hacker extraordinaire sighed a hefty amount, Makoto Niijima was just… gone. Poofed outta existence, and surprisingly to her constant attempts… No digital fingerprint. Nada, zilch, clean slate as far as she could look… Hmm, maybe… She didn’t have internet? But why would that be…?! The Metaverse!! There’s no internet there! Then-?! “She must be stuck inside!” Futaba instantly looked up Makoto’s phone’s last location and it was… Mementos? She’d have to be a fool to go there by herself! Wait, that day… They all went together, right? Yeah, they did! Then… Why couldn’t she remember anything else about that trip…?! It had to have happened, yet…

“Well, with all the mementos trips we’ve done, we’re bound to remember some less than others, right…?” At least, that was how Futaba rationalized it in her mind. Still, there was no time to lose! Quickly, the girl called over all of her teammates, and… in an almost comical stroke of bad luck, everyone else was busy… Ann had a modeling gig, Ryuji was in detention, Joker was working at Sojiro’s, Haru was busy with all the paperwork related to her inheritance, and Yusuke… was busy painting, as he always was. Also broke, so she’d have to pay for his train ticket.

It made all the sense in the world to just… wait. If Makoto was able to survive one or two weeks after her disappearance, one more day wouldn’t make that much of a difference, right…? Yet, there was a weird sense of foreboding, if she didn’t act right now, something bad would happen to the missing girl… and now that she finally found at least a semi-reliable lead, she couldn’t just… wait and do nothing while her friend was hiding somewhere in mementos, possibly in deathly danger…!

And so, in perhaps… not the most logical state of mind, the hacker decided to go solo. Yeah, she was more used to support, but her skillset should make locating someone missing a fair bit quicker, if nothing else. Then, it was just a matter of actually getting to them, and… well, Queen was strong enough to get herself and Futaba back home safely… Hopefully…

*

Sadly, nothing went according to plan, if Futaba’s course of action could even be called that. Used to being with her teammates at all times, the redhead really underestimated the strength of shadows lurking within the dungeon, and as if to rub salt into her wound, she wasn’t picking up any human-like signals at all! It’s like Makoto left her phone in Mementos but managed to escape herself but… if she did, why didn’t she even attempt to communicate with any of her teammates…?

…Unfortunately, the hacker was about to find out exactly what happened, as the same shadow that ambushed Makoto weeks ago reared its head once again, hitting Oracle with a spell before the girl could even react.

*

Futaba slowly opened her eyes. She… didn’t remember going to sleep, did she lose consciousness…? Oh no, did a shadow get to her?! Was she dead?! Was she– N-no, it couldn’t be… She wasn’t in Mementos anymore, that much was certain… But if not there, where was she? Was she back in Shibuya…? That didn’t seem right either, for one obvious reason… Unless she somehow entered one of the many shops in the district, she should be looking at the sky, not this… vaguely generic ceiling…

…And as much as Futaba would’ve loved to look at anything else, it seemed that her head was stuck looking upward… No, her whole body was stuck, from the look of things, w-what happened to her?! If it was indeed a shadow attack as she suspected, a paralysis made total sense, but not… this, not being booted out of Mementos…!

“...Phew, that curry did not agree with my stomach… Never eating anything that spicy ever again…”

H-huh…? That voice! I recognize it from somewhere… O-one of… Ren’s friends…? K-Kasumi…? Y-yeah, I think it was Kasumi! But why am I in her room?! Futaba tried to call out for any sort of response… but was met only with silence. Not only did the girl not respond, but it also seemed that… no actual words left her mouth…

“Well, guess it’s studying time, then. Won’t need to pull an all-nighter if I start now…” Though it wasn’t much, some of the girl entered Futaba’s painfully limited field of vision… or rather, her butt did. Why am I looking at this girl’s ass?! The redhead questioned, but her pleas fell on deaf ears as the already surprisingly large bottom only kept getting closer and closer until…

pomf~

With a soft thwomp, said bottom reached Futaba’s face, and Kasumi relaxed. “It was definitely a good idea to get a cushioned chair, my old one just left my butt all sore…” And then… the posterior grinding set in, the gaming addict’s once cherubic and adorable face was now… practically smashed repeatedly with minute swivels until… The fellow yet much fitter girl was finally comfortable, though, to the once orange-haired girl, she could barely think, her ’head’ was all scrambled… But one thing stuck out in her mind…

“W-wait, what she just said… I-I’m not a chair, a-am I…? J-Just a c-chair…?!” It was an unbelievable truth but… The studious gymnast was going to make her reality much more clear, as her bum rumbled something fierce, though Futaba didn’t catch on until… about a third of a second before it hit, and without Necronomicon, this ‘special attack’ couldn’t be blocked…

PPPRRRBBBFFFFTTT!!!!!

The eruption itself was almost instantaneous, but the same couldn’t be said about its effects. With Futaba’s face at the epicenter, she was forced to not only smell, not only taste, but also absorb the full force of the putrid eruption, the stench embedding itself into the fibers that made up her cushiony visage.

Agck! Bleh! Blehblebleh! This is so disgusting, I– g-gack! Why isn’t it disappearing, why?! W-what did I do to deserve this?! I just wanted my friend back… W-wait, did Makoto… d-did she become an object too…? Is that why there were literally no traces left?!

As despairing as it was, Futaba rather quickly accepted that her hypothesis was indeed correct, it all made too much sense… And while she would’ve loved nothing more than to be able to know for certain, that train of thought was forcibly cut short when yet more abuse came from above, courtesy of Kasumi’s rather heavy and gassy bum.

“Oops… A few more of these and I’ll have to replace more than just my chair…” Kasumi tugged on her rather worn-down panties to get them unwedged and began her homework.