Naoto's Con-fusion (Persona MCTF)

Ahoy folks!

Alright, first month back and I think it's gone pretty well. I wouldn't say I'm fully up to 100% strength yet, but this level seems to be enough to work with. It's been great to be writing again, and hopefully nothing's going to stop me again for a good long time.

So I'll be happy continuing on into February - remember to get those ideas ready for next week!

In the meantime, have a story starring my favourite Persona 4 character, on what's sure to be a completely routine investigation! Enjoy.

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Shadow technology. Devices that shouldn’t work, that defied every aspect of known physics or sense. Stolen from their place in the ‘meta’ world, the realm of the subconscious, where human emotion and desires were enough to make the impossible possible, these mechanisms represented new and incredible possibilities for the future. An end to world hunger, infinite energy, ways to make the stuff of dreams manifest…

As one could imagine, they were an incredible headache for the limited few who were tasked with dealing with what was, for now, a very secret frontier for humanity. Possibly none more so than for Naoto Shirogane, Detective Prince and Shadow Operatives Consultant. Being one of the few people in the world who could enter that other world, coupled with her investigative skillset, had placed her in a position of unique responsibility. Shadow Crimes were a new area of human endeavour, sure, but it was a blossoming business in the making. Someone had to start laying the foundations for how to deal with it.

And so, the Shirogane Detective Agency. The legacy of six generations of great detectives, distilled into one organization, headed by the latest heir to that grand line, the legendary Detective Prince herself.

Of course, Naoto might not qualify as a Detective ‘Prince’ any more, having long since graduated from university – honestly, the title Detective ‘King’ would probably be more appropriate, but that one definitely made felt far too gauche for her, and she discouraged it whenever she could. A true detective wasn’t on the side of wealth and royalty, after all – she was dedicated to Justice above all else.

But none the less, her reputation was stellar. Having long since proven herself more than some passing fad, the genius investigator had solved impossible crimes one after another, truly cementing her place as one of the all time great detectives before she’d even reached her mid-twenties. Granted, most people still thought she was a man, but that misconception had its uses, too.

So now, she ran her own detective agency, working with other professionals she respected and relied on – and she was respected and relied upon in turn by them. The insecurities of her youth were long behind her, much to her relief.

But there were some cases that she still had to take care of personally. Some numbers the connected only to her personal phone line.

It was that line that was ringing now.

Naoto looked up from the paperwork she’d been studying at her desk. She was alone in the room – her office was her own sanctuary, both for her peace of mind, and because sometimes she needed the privacy for her work. And judging by the caller flashing up on her phone’s screen, this was going to be one of those private occasions.

The Kirijo Group… There was only one person who would call under that name. Mitsuru Kirijo, the CEO herself.

If life were a noir movie, then Mitsuru Kirijo would be the femme fatale. The woman was an enigma wrapped in a cloak of very literal shadows. She seemed to have a good heart – in fact, Naoto believed in that heart completely – but that didn’t change the fact that she was from another world. One filled with politics, corporate espionage, and literal mad science.

She was dangerous in ways that few understood. Rich, powerful, charming, and quite literally capable of killing people with her mind.

Calls from her were always interesting.

The Detective swept up her phone and hit answer, glancing at the door to make sure it was shut tight. Wouldn’t do to have anyone listening in on this.

“Shirogane.” Mitsuru’s voice crackled from the speaker, carrying that same unmistakable confidence that allowed her to conquer the industrial world with such ease. “Can we speak?”

“Kirijo.” Naoto smiled. It was always stimulating to speak with the redhead. Their lives may have been very different, but there were few others she could talk to on a similar intellectual level. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Just business this time, I’m afraid.” Somehow, the other woman managed to make these calls sound flirtatious. Or was that just in her imagination? “A case that could use your professional touch.”

“I’m listening.” Naoto leaned back, her office chair squeaking. Mitsuru meant Kirijo, and Kirijo meant Shadows. The conglomerate had its own people for more typical incidents.

“We’ve discovered evidence of theft.” The CEO went straight to the point. “Shadow Devices.”

Ah. Yes, that would explain it. “What sort of devices?”

There was a sigh from the other end of the line. “Unknown. They were taken from an old storage facility, and our records have been wiped. It’s impossible to say what they do, but, obviously, if they were worth stealing…”

“Then it will be something important. Of course.” Naoto nodded.

“Of course.” There was mutual understanding. “With that in mind, speed is of the essence.”

“Which is why you reached out to me.” It made sense. These devices needed to be found as quickly as possible. Thus, the more people they had looking, the better. A group like Kirijo didn’t bring in outsiders lightly, but with these circumstances…

“We will be looking into the matter too,” Mitsuru confirmed, her voice was as calm as ever over the phone line. “But obviously, this matter would benefit from someone with your talents looking into things.”

“I’ll take the compliment.” Naoto had chuckled. “Alright. Send me the files you have. I’ll start digging.”

“Thank you. Keep me informed on your progress.”

“Of course.” There was a ping from her computer. An email with a link to an encrypted server. The perfect place to start.

“Oh, and, Shirogane?”

“Hm?” Naoto paused, her thumb an inch from the button to hang up. “Yes?”

“Be careful out there.” The line clicked shut.

Naoto raised an eyebrow, then set her phone down with a rueful shake of her head. If Mitsuru Kirijo was her femme fatale, she was already doomed. And if the CEO was worried, then maybe she should bring some backup on this one.

Now, where had these shadow devices ended up…?

-

“Really? This is the place?” Chie Satonaka,  officer of the law (on vacation) stared at their destination with her hands on her hips, disbelief written all over her face. “Really?”

“So it would seem.” Naoto smirked, adjusting her cap. She understood her friend’s surprise, but this was where the trail led. One didn’t pull the wool over an investigator of her standard’s eyes. This was where the sale was going to happen. Naoto was sure of it.

“Seems like the kind of place Yosuke would try to sell something, I suppose.” Yukiko Amagi, Inn Keeper (also on vacation) giggled, looking at least a little less disbelieving than her best friend.

She was right, to be fair. The Crossover Cosplay Celebration Convention was definitely the sort of place the heir to Junes would pick. He just had that kind of vibe.

Naoto just shook her head. “None the less. This is where the Shadow Devices were taken. And from the rumors I’m hearing, this is where a big, secret auction will be taking place. This is it. We just need to find where.”

It had surprised her too, honestly. This was hardly the kind of place you expected to find a top secret illegal exchange, but… Well, you never could predict the criminal mind.

She’d sent word back to Mitsuru, and she was sure the CEO would have sent her own team over here. The more the merrier. They couldn’t risk missing the trade, so the more eyes they had at the con, the better. Thus, Chie and Yukiko, who had been happy to drive over and assist.

She’d contacted Rise too, of course, but the idol had told her she’d ‘meet her there’, in that mischievous way she was so good at. So, that would be something else to look out for. But that would come later.

“Alright. We don’t know where the trade will be taking place, or what’s being traded, which puts us on the back foot,” the detective admitted, “but we all know Shadow activity. Whatever these things are, it’s guaranteed there will be strange activity around them. You’ll know it when you see it. We’ll split up and search the con floor first, keep our eyes sharp for something unusual – then, if we don’t find it, we’ll start searching backstage too. Sound good?”

“Got it.” Chie pumped her first. “Just like the old days, huh?”

“Well, hopefully it won’t take us nearly a year this time…”

In good cheer, the group split, and Naoto headed towards the entrance.

-

The crowds were thick, and she soon lost sight of her friends as she started wandering the convention floor, inspecting every stall and display for signs of the unusual. The place was bright and cheerful, filled with merchandise for countless shows and games that, honestly, the detective had never heard of. She did her best to stay up to date on modern culture, but this place was clearly far beyond her norms.

Heh, for a moment, she worried that even if there was something unusual going on around her, she wouldn’t notice it – but that was silly. Shadow activity was hard to mistake for anything else.

Perhaps she should have expected it for an event called the ‘Crossover Cosplay Celebration Convention’, but there certainly were a lot of people around in costumes, too. That might make things complicated later – an easy way for the culprits to disguise themselves. Though she couldn’t help but notice that most of the cosplayers were female – and that they’d chosen to wear very, ah, fanservice heavy versions of their costumes, if she had the term right. Was that normal? She’d certainly heard rumours about cosplay culture, but to see it in the flesh…

W-well, they were certainly very good costumes. To be fair, if she had one that captured a character’s essence so perfectly, she might be tempted to show it off herself! … Ah, probably not, on second thought. But who was she to judge, either way?

Still, despite her colourful and surprisingly risqué surroundings, Naoto kept her senses sharp. She certainly wasn’t expecting to see the criminals she was chasing be blatant about their activities, but observation was very much her profession, and she wasn’t about to stop now. As long as she tuned out all the normal convention weirdness, and focused on the regular weirdness, she was sure she’d find what she was after.

And she was soon rewarded for her efforts. As she looped around the edge of the convention, walking past all the side rooms set aside for special presentations or activities, she spied one room that looked different from the rest. Situated between a stall selling ‘realistic’ play anime weapons and a wall filled with pictures of merchandise that could be ordered at the link down below, a dimly lit doorway beckoned, the sign overhead reading: ‘Realistic Cosplay Photos!’

Slightly cheap looking, perhaps, but it wasn’t that much more sinister than everything around it. In fact it took the detective a moment to put her finger on what was so odd about it… but it clicked after a second. As she watched, she saw a couple of giggling cosplayers step in through the door, and not long after, there was a flashing of light from within – a camera flash, perhaps? There was something familiar about that light…

… Something that reminded her of the TV realm.

Frowning, she walked closer, intending to just take a peek inside – only for someone to bar her path.

“Sorry little lady,” a tall man in an event organiser’s uniform held out his arm in front of her, grinning at her over his sunglasses. “This is a cosplayer only activity. Can’t let you in if you’re not wearing a costume.”

Naoto blinked, a little surprised that this attendant had been able to tell she was a woman – most mistook her for a man, since she still wore masculine clothing, mainly out of habit. But that surprise was quickly brushed aside by annoyance. “I won’t be long – I just want to see what’s inside.”

The man shook his head. “I’m afraid the rules are rules, miss. But, if you’re really keen…” He pulled a bag off of his shoulder and reached inside, pulling something out. “Here – you can use this one. It’s a little cheap, but I don’t think you’ll mind.”

Indeed, she didn’t, taking the offered costume parts with a confused look on her face. A fox tail, a headband with fake fluffy triangular ears, and… a plastic police badge on a necklace? Cheap didn’t cover it – who was this supposed to be a costume of? She didn’t recognise anything identifiable.

Still, it didn’t matter. Which a shrug, she slipped the headband on, fitted the tail to the bottom of her jacket, and slipped the badge around her neck. “Acceptable?”

He grinned, his sunglasses flashing. “Perfect. In you go.”

And he stepped aside.

The detective gave him a half curious, half annoyed glance, questioning if any of this was really necessary – but whatever. What was the harm? She stepped inside, looking around, hoping to detect any further signs of that strange light.

The cosplayers she’d seen enter earlier had disappeared by the time she walked in. Instead all she found greeting her was a long, dark corridor, one that led up to a curtained door up ahead. The setup reminded her of the kind of rigging you made up to control lighting in a photo shoot. Perhaps that was its purpose? It would make sense…

There was, of course, only one way to find out. Naoto crossed the hall with a few measured strides, and pushed past the curtain, stepping inside.

Flash!

“Huh?” She blinked, spots dancing in front of her eyes for a second as a camera went off in her face. A strange, dizzy sensation ran down her spine, and for a moment she felt woozy, before shaking it off. What was… Ah.

The room past the curtain was quite small, clearly set up for photos and not much else, with just an automatic camera waiting for visitors to pose in front of it. It was empty as well, another curtain leading towards the exit – assumedly where everyone who’d come through here had gone.

Clearly the camera had been set to take a picture of anyone who came in here – bit of an itchy trigger on it, too. She shrugged as it whired, her photo developing, and then paused again, feeling peculiar. Something behind her?

She looked back, her tail flicking out of the way as she tried to work out what she was feeling, why everything seemed so off. Nothing was there. Hm.

She looked down. There were her big, orange, jiggly tits, just barely contained in her slutty halter top, always on display since her yellow leather jacket was far too small to close around them. Her police badge was nestled in her cleavage, metal glinting in the faint light – saving so much time, because that was always where people looked at her first. Yep, all normal there.

She reached up, feeling her face and hair. Everything felt right up here too. Same long snout, same plush lips, same soft, fuzzy fur, same long blue hair…

Even her jeans were just as she’d left them! Yep, wiggling her hips made them creak, stretching to breaking point around her cartoonishly large ass, almost splitting around the base of her bushy orange tail.

Everything was perfectly normal.

Carmalita Fox sighed and shrugged. Everything was normal here. The feeling of strangeness evaporated, and after a second she’d forgotten it ever happened. This was no time to be getting distracted. After all, she had a job to do.

And, as if to make that clear, someone stepped into the photo room behind her, sweeping his arms around her and cupping his hands around her chest.

“Well now, how’s our finest security officer doing?” He squeezed, drawing a pleased moan from the fox woman, her eyes rolling up in her head as a stupid smile spread over her face.

“Mm, I’m doing fantastic, boss,” she purred, turning in his arms as he released her and snuggling up against him. “Carmelita Montoya Fox, reporting for duty sir! Was there any trouble while I was off work?”

The man smirked, his sunglasses shining as he shook his head. “No trouble. We had someone come along who wanted to start some, but she’s been taken care of. For such a supposed genius, she apparently never considered we’d be looking out for her.”

He laughed at that, and naturally she joined in. Mmn, imagine someone being so dumb that they thought they could get something over on such a manly stud. Criminals sure were stupid.

“But still,” he continued, “she probably brought friends, so we’ll need you to head out on patrol and make sure that everything’s in order out there. You up for that?”

Carmelita smirked, stepping back to snap off a salute. “Have no fear, sir – Slut Officer Carmelita Fox is on the case. Those troublemakers won’t know what hit them.”

A smack to the ass was her reward. “I don’t doubt it,” the Boss said, walking past her as she shuddered in pleasure. “Here, take this with you.”

He snatched up something from the camera as it finished whirring, and then turned to hook a Convention ID over the lip of her top. The picture on it looked weird – instead of her fine, foxy self, the photo showed a strange blue haired human with swirling blue eyes and a slack jaw drooling on her top… But she shrugged and didn’t think anything of it. Cameras did stupid stuff like that all the time.

“You should have all the equipment you need on you,” he continued, starting to walk away, back to business. “Do let me know when you’ve caught the worst of them, babe. I’ll deliver your reward personally.”

Her breath hitched. Now she was really motivated.

-

Carmelita was a fox on the prowl, sauntering through the convention crowds, attracting looks and stares wherever she went. It was wonderful. Each horny glance and eager whistle pulled her smile a little wider, gave her hips a little more swing. Oh, how she wished she could stop and give herself to please some of these customers like the good cosplay slut she was – but she’d just gotten on duty, and she had a job to do. She had to make sure this convention was as slutty as possible~

Obviously, that was something she was all too happy to do, even without the extra incentive.

“You there!” She drew to a stop next to a woman in a blue jacket with a blonde ponytail. “You call that cosplay? You don’t even have Samus’s beauty mark! Disgraceful. I’m writing you a ticket.”

The woman blinked at her, confused. “Huh? Is this a bit? Wow, how did you make your costume look so real? Seriously, I’d swear you were actually-”

Carmelita wasn’t listening. Instead, she’d pulled a pad of yellow paper out of her pocket, and scrawled something down on it – the ink glowing with strange, other-worldly light (which she completely ignored). Ripping a sheet out, she slapped a ticket over the offender’s mouth. “That should sort you out.”

The blonde’s eyes widened – and then crossed, her pupils vanishing behind yellow spirals as the ticket’s magic went to work. Her blue jacket melted, flowing down her body and consuming the rest of her clothes, transforming itself into a tight latex bodysuit with inbuilt heels. Underneath it, her chest filled out, breasts swelling up like balloons while her legs lengthened and her thighs thickened. In a matter of moments, she’d become nothing less than a sexy caricature of Samus Aran. When she finally pulled the ticket off her mouth, she’d even gained the beauty mark.

“Oohh,” she purred, stroking the ticket between her gloved fingers. “Looks like I have some stiff community service to work off.” She eyed the gathering crowd of interested men around her. “Can any of you studs help me get started…?”

Carmelita wasn’t paying any of this any mind, of course. She’d moved on as soon as she’d delivered her ticket. But she didn’t get far, quickly finding her way barred by two frowning women, both in lacklustre costumes of their own.

“Hey, what’s the deal?” The one on the left asked, arms folded over her black jacket. “Why are you ticketing our friend?”

“Yeah,” said the one on the right, nervously rubbing her triangular necklace. “The three of us are just here to have fun! Where do you get off insulting our costumes?”

Neither of them seemed to have noticed any changes in their friend – nor did they register said friend sinking to her knees behind them, steadily unzipping her bodysuit. It was just beyond their awareness.

Well, this Slut Officer knew how to sort that.

“So sorry, ladies,” she smirked, ripping off another two tickets. “Here. Let me help you have all the fun you could ever want~”

The pair blinked. “Hu-Ooh!” Both women staggered back as their tickets slapped against their foreheads, their eyes immediately twisting into multi-coloured spirals. Transformations soon followed, even as Carmelita walked away, with one’s clothes weaving themselves into a pink flowing gown, while the other’s tightened into a fashionable all black number, and both experienced a sudden boost in butts and boobs.

Moments later, Cynthia and Zelda both eyed the crowds hungrily. There was no reason that Sammy should have all the fun, was there?

And Carmelita carried on, moving from lane to lane, from crowd to crowd. Tsk tsk, so many sloppy cosplays. She was issuing tickets every few meters! A trail of fanservice sluts had been left in her wake, all of them very eager to begin their ‘community service’. But all of that was just a side job. Business mixed with pleasure. Her main targets were the trouble makers, after all – her real prey. And, wouldn’t you know it, it wasn’t long before she’d sighted a pair of likely ladies.

“Geeze. I never thought this place’d be so busy. Have you seen anything suspicious yet Yukiko?” Chie stood out in the crowd, even without meaning to. She just had that natural kind of energy, especially when she was frustrated.

The dark haired inn heiress shook her head. “Not yet. And I haven’t seen Naoto yet either. I was sure we’dve run into her by now…”

Carmelita licked her lips. Yes, these were the ones. She knew it in her heart, even if she had no logical proof. But then, she didn’t need any proof – her word was law around here! Did these silly girls really think they could defy her? Oh dear, they weren’t anywhere near sexy enough for that!

Even worse, neither of them was wearing anything remotely like a costume. Tsk tsk. She strutted right up to them, pushing her chest out as she folded her arms. “Hold it right there, troublemakers. You’ve gone far enough! You’ll disgrace this convention no more.”

The two persona users turned, surprised. “Huh?”

Yukiko’s first instinct was to be diplomatic. “Oh, uh, I’m sorry Miss, but I…”

Alas, she didn’t get far, because Chie’s first instinct was to protect Yukiko. “Hey, hold it, who the hell do you think you are, talking to Yukiko like that?!”

The Slut Officer sniffed disdainfully; her pointed nose high in the air. “Plain looks, flat chests, feeble thighs… And you’re not even in cosplay! How are you supposed to slut it up if you’re not even acting like a slut? Pathetic.”

The heiress gasped, hands covering her mouth in shock at being so brazenly and crudely insulted out of the blue – but Chie’s face was growing redder with every word Carmelita was saying. “You apologise right now, or I’m going to kick you into next week!”

My my. No cosplay, no style, and now threats of violence? Oh yes, these were definitely the criminals she was after. And fortunately, she had just the thing to fix them.

As Chie stepped in to jam a finger against the Officer’s well stacked chest, the fox made her move. She pulled a pair of wigs out of one of her jacket pockets – both far too big to have fitted in there, but that had long stopped mattering – and slammed one of them down on the offender’s head.

“Chie!” Yukiko rushed straight to her friend’s side – unsure of what was happening, but close enough to the other woman, both physically and emotionally, to be able to register that something strange was going on. If she’d had time, she might have been able to notice the entire transformation, despite the reality rewriting effect blocking most people’s perception of it.

Unfortunately for her, she didn’t have that time, because moving in like she had put her right in range of Carmelita’s other wig, which was promptly slapped down on her head too.

The pair’s eyes spiralled – Chie’s in blue, Yukiko’s in red – as their new costumes took hold. The wigs merged with their heads, becoming real as their old hairstyles vanished, and their effects began to spread downwards.

Chie had received a dark brunette’s wig, with a long ponytail and bangs, all bound with blue ribbon. As the changes began to soak down into her, her skin darkened, her casual outfit turning into a tight, low cut sky blue halter top – which quickly grew tight as her bust expanded beneath it – and dark blue, fur lined leggings – again, the fabric turning snug around her behind.

Meanwhile, Yukiko’s wig had been black, but long and wavy, unlike her old straight and smooth locks. And just as her friend’s outfit was changing, so was hers – developing into a black jacket with a red undershirt, coupled with a black skirt – and becoming just as tight around her curves as her body swelled into proper fanservicey proportions.

Neither process took long to completely. Before they even knew what was happening, Chie and Yukiko had vanished – replaced by Korra and Asami, in all their pornofied glory.

And this time, Carmelita stayed to make sure they completed the transition without issue. It only made sense to make sure that troublemakers like them were properly taken care of, no?

“I trust there won’t be any more issues out of you two?” She asked, still considering throwing a couple of tickets in for good measure.

“Oh don’t worry,” Asami purred, eyes glinting as she pulled Korra in close by the leash that had appeared in her hand. “We’ll make sure to behave from now on. Isn’t that right, dear?”

“Whatever you say, Asami~” Korra purred, her eyes practically hearts as she gazed at her beloved. Oh yes – she wasn’t just Korra. She was Busty Subby Slutpet Korra – willing and eager to do anything she was commanded by Leather Dom Mistress Asami’s firm hand.

The Slut Officer considered them for a long moment, before shrugging with a sigh. “Fine, good enough. Just you watch yourselves, or I’ll write you up a ticket for being too wholesome.”

Mission accomplished, the fox returned to her patrol, sweeping around the convention, issuing tickets and citations to anyone she didn’t find slutty enough.

Thanks to her diligent efforts, things were starting to get nice and heated here at the con. Slutty characters were serving their sentences all over the place. One particular show caught her attention – a Hinata, if she judged correctly, although this one had been modified to have bimbo blonde hair, along with bimbo big boobs. She was bouncing in one man’s lap, jacking off a cock with each hand, and was working another with her mouth – a proud and true whore. Now that was what she called getting with the program!

For a moment, the woman’s ID caught Carmelita’s eye, and she couldn’t help but notice how different it looked. There was no blonde bimbo in the picture – just a classy looking redhead. Well, as classy as you could look with red spirals in your eyes and drool dripping down your chin…

But obviously, that was no concern of hers, and she quickly moved on. She completed a few more circuits, weaving through the crowds across the convention for hours, issuing citations and occasionally blowing kisses to con-goers. Eventually, she started to run low on offenders to punish.

It was around that time that she noticed the big performance up on the central stage. Some Japanese idol singing for the crowds. She must have been quite famous, given how they were cheering for her, but Carmelita didn’t recognise her – and her name was in Japanese, which the fox didn’t speak, so there was no chance of her reading it.

Something bothered Carmelita though, as she stared up at the stage. The idol seemed familiar. Something about her…

She had to investigate~

-

Rise stepped off stage after her last encore with a sigh of relief. It was always exhilarating to perform for a crowd, but it was exhausting too. And she had to admit, she was kind of disappointed in this one.

It was weird. She’d been expecting to see her friends from Inaba here – she’d even prepared a bit of a surprise greeting for them – but she hadn’t seen them in the crowd, no matter how hard she’d looked. Maybe they’d been busy – Naoto had said they were on an investigation after all. It was just a shame.

Oh well. She was sure they were out there doing their best, wherever they’d gotten to. And she wasn’t going to complain about getting some rest. As soon as she got back to her dressing room, she was going to-

“Got you!”

“Huh?!” Rise looked down in shock as handcuffs snapped shut around her wrists. A proud looking fox woman in a very slutty approximation of a detective’s uniform looked down at her.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for the ringleader of this little operation,” Carmelita crowed. “I never would have imagined I just needed to check the centre stage!”

“What are you- Oohhh…” Rise’s eyes crossed for a moment as she seemed to shrink, height rapidly dwindling down to a good third of her former size – well, everywhere except her chest, at least. Her costume morphed, turning pink and reforming to cup her now proportionally massive jugs in a love-heart like design, and sprouting big black wings out behind her. White fur spread over her skin, her ears shifting up to the top of her head as the rest of her hair turned white too. It only took an instant, but the moment that the handcuffs were slapped on, Risette the idol disappeared…

… And Rouge the Bat was left smiling and winking at the cop who’d caught her.

“How’d you figure me out?” She asked, her tone heavy with flirty energy.

The Slut Officer just rolled her eyes. “A troublemaker like you always needs to be the centre of attention. So come on.” She spun the shortstack around and, hands on her shoulders, she marched her towards the managers office. “Let’s get you all the attention you deserve.”

-

“I have to say, Officer, I’m very impressed.” The Boss smirked at the two busty babes in front of his desk. “Thanks to your hard work, we’ve got no end of hot anime babes to auction off… And you managed to round up all the pests investigating us, too!”

Carmelita saluted, chest stuck out proudly. “Just doing my job, sir.”

“Aren’t you just,” he chuckled. “That metaverse camera was worth every penny. And with this, my evil plans can continue completely unimpeded…”

The two women glanced at each other, and then shrugged. Neither of them saw any need to ask what those evil plans were. It wasn’t any of their business.

“Glad it’s going so well for you, handsome,” Rouge purred instead, leaning on the desk (she had to stand on her tiptoes) and letting her bust press up underneath her. “If you’re in such a good mood, maybe you’d consider letting a very sorry girl go? I’ll make it worth your while~”

She winked, licking her lips slowly, her meaning very, very clear.

“Hmm. I think we can maybe… work something out,” the man said, observing her closely. “Go wait in the bedroom next door. I’ll be along to discuss your parole shortly.”

The white bat winked, and then fluttered off to do just that, leaving only Carmelita and her Boss in the room. He turned to face her. “In the meantime… We’ve got a little while until you’re due at the auction yourself. How about I give you your reward for a job well done, officer?

Her heart skipped a beat. “I’d be delighted, Sir~”

He leaned back in his chair, gesturing, and she nodded. No more words needed to be said. She slid under the desk with a smile on her face, already pulling her top down and letting her fuzzy orange jugs bounce free. A Slut Officers work was never done.

How lucky for her, that she had the best job in the world~