Persona 6: REM
Chapter 28: 10/6
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Saturday
Sunny
Morning
When Starlight finished her shower, she was surprised to see Trixie already dressed and putting on her make-up. Only she wasn’t wearing her magician’s attire this time. She was wearing the sexy outfit she wore when Starlight met her. It had been while since Starlight saw that outfit on her roommate, and she honestly forgot how much cleavage it showed off.
Naturally her eyes went right to Trixie’s chest.
“Hey Starlight,” Trixie said turning around to face Starlight, leaning forward a bit with a smirk, “Surprised?”
“Q-quite…” Starlight said, praying to God she wasn’t blushing too obviously, “I never thought I’d see you wear that again.”
“Dunno why, but it felt right today,” Trixie said, getting up and walking to her bed, slowly putting on her boots, “Especially since it’s just the two of us.”
“Wearing that doesn’t trigger you at all?” Starlight said, eyes slowly moving up the zipper of her boots as Trixie zipped them up. Starlight swore she was going intentionally slow.
“Nope. I never truly hated this look, besides, it doesn’t just have bad memories tied to it,” Trixie continued.
“It doesn’t…?” Starlight asked, a bit captivated at the moment.
“Of course not. After all,” Trixie rose up and walked over to Starlight, and hugged her, “This was how I was when I met you.”
Starlight swallowed nervously. Both from the fact that she was still wearing just her towel (one of these days she’d remember to buy a bathrobe!), and from how Trixie was talking right now. For the past few days, she’d been acting really strange around Starlight. Not that she minded.
“I’ll wait for you downstairs,” Trixie said releasing Starlight a bit to look into her eyes with a slightly… unreadable smile, “See you in a bit, Starlight.”
“Yeah… see you in a bit,” Starlight said, heart pounding out of her chest. Trixie walked out of the room, leaving Starlight to try and catch herself. Trixie was always flirtatious around Starlight, but that was always sort of teasing. Just now though, that felt different.
She wanted so badly to believe that this was what she thought it was, but what if this was just Trixie being Trixie? What if Starlight was projecting what she wanted it to be? Again, Trixie was naturally flirtatious it seemed. But… was she? Was that just how she was dealing with Blueblood’s abuse? Was she just clinging to Starlight because she saved her? Or through all of this, did Trixie start to get genuine feelings for Starlight?
Argh! This was so confusing! Stupid, sexy, Trixie! Why did she have to be so freaking hot?! And for the love of God, why was Starlight still having steamy dreams about her?!
Starlight fell onto her bed, letting her towel fall open. Trixie was messing with her head so much that it was becoming hard to think straight. She needed to get back at her somehow.
Then Starlight had a thought. Her attention went to her closet, where it was. She walked over to her closet and pulled out the ensemble. Black shirt underneath a fishnet shirt, red flannel mini-skirt, and she could see the black and golden boots that went with this. If she wore the right make-up, this could actually be really hot on her.
Starlight smirked thinking about it. Maybe now was the time to show this off. Might help get a better picture of whether or not Trixie was showing signs of being interested in her. At the very least, she’d probably be interested after seeing this.
Didn’t take long for Starlight to get dressed. She decided to go with more of a blood red lipstick like she wore in the Phase, and dark purple eye shadow. When she stepped downstairs and Trixie laid eyes on her, she actually did a double take.
“Whoa! That’s what you got with Diamond Tiara?” Trixie asked, eyes wide.
Starlight nodded, “Like it?” she smiled, knowing exactly what her answer would be.
“I… didn’t know you could be so… I mean, it should have been obvious, with how you dress in the dream world,” Trixie stammered.
“Mm hm,” Starlight nodded, folding her arms underneath her bosom.
“So uh… yeah! You look really, um…” Trixie reached for where her hat would be, but then remembered she wasn’t wearing it. Instead, she just rubbed her arm and looked away, facing about as pink as Pinkie Pie’s hair.
So she is into me. I’m not going to rush things, but I can work with this.
Before either of them could say anything, Rainbow Dash stepped out of the dining room. She stopped when she saw how the two of them were dressed, “Um… holy fuck.”
“Very nicely put, Dash,” Trixie said deadpanned, making Starlight giggle.
“I’m sorry! But I did say that outfit looked hot on you! And goddamn, Leader! I didn’t know that other outfit was this sexy!”
“Thank Diamond Tiara,” Starlight said, “She’s into this sort of stuff.”
“That doesn’t surprise me in the slightest,” Rainbow Dash said folding her arms, “Not sure how I feel that it doesn’t…”
Now Starlight was thinking about Diamond Tiara, wondering how she was doing. She hoped her Dungeon was still an extension of Elysium and didn’t extend out into a lone Dungeon. Maybe they should take another trip into Elysium soon.
“Hey, why don’t we have breakfast here before we head out?” Trixie suggested.
“You just want Pinkie Pie and Ms. Tia to see me like this,” Starlight pointed out.
“Whaaaaaaat? I don’t know what you’re talking about Starlight,” Trixie said with a smirk. Okay then, Starlight thought, I’ll play your game.
“Sounds fun,” Starlight said walking over to Trixie and placing her hand on her back, but a bit lower than usual, “Lead the way, Trixie.”
“R-right,” Trixie stuttered, trying to not lose her cool. Starlight felt her courage skyrocket from that.
“Oh for the love of God, just fuck already!” Rainbow Dash shouted, making both teens blush like crazy. What a way to make it awkward, Dash…
Daytime
After being teased by everyone at the breakfast table, the two girls started making their way down South Street. Starlight had to admit, walking through public wearing so little was exhilarating. Every small gust of wind left her terrified, which of course made Trixie laugh.
That was a sound Starlight could never tire of.
She noticed that Trixie stayed really close to her the entire time. Either holding onto her arm, or holding her hand. It was a pleasant feeling, and reminded Starlight of how they were when they met, and she was fighting through her Dungeon to rescue her. Ever since that day, it seemed she was always acting as Trixie’s protector.
She wondered vaguely if that’s how doms were supposed to behave with their subs.
Like last time, Starlight let Trixie take the lead. They went to see another movie, this time that science fiction movie Starlight had wanted to see, went into a few of the clothing stores together, got a few supplies for Trixie’s magic show, and both of them decided to both try the Nine Tailed Kitsune Udon challenge. Trixie gave up pretty quickly, once she lost feeling in her tongue. Like last time though, Starlight powered through until she completely fell out.
It wasn’t the evening when she came to like last time, but she had apparently lost at least ten minutes.
“You are insane, you know that?” Trixie asked as they left the ramen shop.
“They won’t beat me,” Starlight said seriously.
“Geez, you’re almost as competitive as a boy sometimes,” Trixie shrugged, “But if you do complete the challenge, let me know. Maybe we could post it on Facebook or something.”
“You just want to brag about being best friends with the girl who beat the challenge,” Starlight ribbed Trixie playfully.
“Why wouldn’t I want to brag that my bestie is a super hero~?” Trixie replied. They laughed together at that, but then Trixie sobered a bit when she saw where they were, “I guess now would be a good time to go in here…”
Starlight looked up at the shop in question. She wasn’t surprised. It was exactly where she thought Trixie would want to go yesterday when she asked Starlight out.
Chains and Whips Central.
Starlight placed a hand on her back, “If you’re not ready yet, you don’t have to.”
“No Starlight, I have to face it,” Trixie said tightening her fists, “I can’t keep pretending that side of me doesn’t exist. Sooner or later, I have to try and enjoy BDSM again without having memories of… him.”
Starlight looked down at that. That must have been rough and frustrating. Her first BDSM experience was with someone who used it to abuse her. That clearly painted her outlook on it. Starlight wondered if Trixie was open enough to answer something she’d wanted to know for a while.
“What are some of the things you imagine?” Starlight asked Trixie, who understandably turned red at the question.
“Y-you want to know some of my fantasies…?” she asked slowly.
“If it’s too personal, I understand, I was just-”
“No!” Trixie shook her head turning to Starlight, “No, it’s not. I was just… caught off guard,” she walked away from the window and leaned against the wall, looking up at the sky, “To be honest, the idea of being tied to a pole or structure outside… that sounds really exciting.”
“Even if someone were to catch you?” Starlight asked leaning beside her.
“That’s part of the appeal,” Trixie answered, “Like… in the alleyway next to the school, there’s this window close to the ground, and there are bars in front of it. One time, Blueblood, he-” she caught herself and looked down, “He…”
“Go on,” Starlight pressed comfortingly, “It’s okay.”
Trixie nodded, “He tied me to the bars there, and forced me to give him a blow job,” Trixie rubbed her arm, “It was humiliating, yes, but there was a huge part of me that enjoyed that.”
Starlight took Trixie’s hand and squeezed it. She knew admitting this was hard, but she was really proud of Trixie for saying this out loud.
“Mostly though, my fantasies involve me being tied up while my captor is off doing something else,” Trixie blushed a bit smiling, “I’m struggling, screaming through my gag for someone to come to my rescue, and then my captor walks into the room, and begins fingering me, forcing an orgasm, well, “against my will” I suppose. And… being forced to sleep tied up again… would be nice in a controlled setting.”
“So… you like feeling restricted,” Starlight reasoned.
“That’s kind of how it was with Blueblood,” Trixie admitted, “Whenever he and I were in his room, I would be tied up someplace, and every so often he’d come over to me and do something. Sometimes he’d just start randomly fucking me right there. Only…”
“Only…?” Starlight asked.
“He was rarely ever tender with it,” Trixie said, “It might sound odd to say, but while I enjoy being tied up, I’d want a dom with a more… gentle touch, I suppose. Like… someone who makes me feel captured… and like a prisoner, but… maybe isn’t so rough with me…”
“I’m afraid to ask, but… did you ever tell Blueblood he was too rough with you?” Starlight asked. Much to her sadness, Trixie nodded.
“Once, early in our relationship. He responded by calling me out for “topping from the bottom”.” Trixie explained.
“Topping from the bottom?” Starlight asked tilting her head.
“It’s a term to describe when the sub exerts more control than they’re given,” Trixie explained, “Like, if you and I were in a BDSM relationship, and I started contradicting your commands, ignoring your orders, or started pulling away from physical contact more than the scene required. A bit of resistance is fine, but if we negotiated certain terms, but then I started ignoring said terms, that would be topping from the bottom.”
“Doesn’t the sub control the scene though?” Starlight asked.
“It’s a bit of a gray area where it’s acceptable or not,” Trixie explained, “That’s usually where safewords come into play. If there’s something you don’t like happening in the scene, the sub just says the safeword and everything stops.”
It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Blueblood probably didn’t give Trixie a safeword. If he did, he probably just ignored it.
“After that, I just… stopped,” Trixie sighed, “I let Blueblood do whatever he wanted to me, even if it was too rough. I didn’t suggest anything either. I just… stayed silent and let him have fun with my body.”
Starlight wrapped an arm around Trixie lovingly, “Well, no more of that. I’m still learning about BDSM, but know that if we were in one together, I wouldn’t just take advantage of you.”
“Thanks Starlight,” Trixie said, her face suddenly turning red. Starlight then realized that they’d just openly discussed… “H-hey! Why don’t we go inside now?” Trixie said with an awkward smile. Starlight happily agreed, but she knew she’d be thinking about that for the rest of the day. Despite the awkward turn of the day, they had a lot of fun, and Starlight felt significantly closer to Trixie.
The two girls stayed out till curfew, and then made their way back to the dorm.
Late Night
It was probably the seediest club in South Street. Personally, she hated coming here, especially with everything that went on inside of this place. However, it was the one place that she knew she’d find her. The bitch wasn’t answering her cellphone, which meant she was probably here doing who knows what.
No, she knew exactly what she was doing. Being a complete slut.
As she walked inside, there was a big contrast between herself and the rest of the patrons here. Most of them were wearing collars, leather pants, skimpy leotards, and the like. She on the other hand, wore a red top that showed off a bit of cleavage, black leather jacket, black booty shorts, fishnet stockings, and red high heeled boots. The club was dark with lots of red lights, women in cages dancing around, a huge crowd dancing to some rave song that she wasn’t paying any attention to, and scattered around were various tables and lounge chairs. Times like this she hated how her red and orange hair stood out so much. She just hoped she found Chrysalis before she attracted unwanted attentio-
“Well, what do we have here?” a male voice said, grabbing her butt and squeezing it.
SHIT!
“You value that hand, fucker?” she asked venomously, “Cause if you do, you’ll take it off my ass.”
“Aw, don’t be like that, baby,” the young man said, his two cronies standing beside her and admiring her assets, “My boys and I were just admiring the goddess who walked through the door.
They were all clearly in a gang, all of them wearing spiked collars and leather jackets with silver spikes on them, but that was about all she could tell about them in the light. She did notice their leader (who still hadn’t taken his hand off her ass) had shoulder length black hair and wore a black cap.
“That’s sweet,” she said, her heart racing as she flexed her hand, “But I don’t think you need your hand on my butt to admire me. So I’ll say it again, hands off.”
Stop touching me…! Stop touching me…! Stop touching me…!
“Clearly you don’t know who I am,” the leader said, hand now moving up and down her waist, “Not surprising, though. I haven’t been on top here in a while. Just know you’re in the midst of a king.”
She didn’t care that he was a king. He was touching her. Only one person was allowed to touch her in any manner without asking, and she still didn’t know where said person was.
Stop it…! Stop it…!
“So what do ya say, gorgeous?” the man touching her asked leaning in close to her ear, “Wanna sit with the real rulers of this street?”
“I just want two things,” she said, nursing the Channeling Ring around her finger, “To find someone, and for you to stop touching me. Now,” she turned to the leader as she said that, her blue eyes glowing red for a split second. A slightly dazed look came over him as his eyes turned slightly orange.
“As you command, my Queen…” he said removing his hands. As his partners looked freaked out, she turned to them and cast the same spell.
“When I leave, none of you will remember ever seeing me,” she commanded. The same effect came over them.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” the two boys said bowing to her, almost as if they were knights or retainers. She pushed past them and walked up the stairs to the lounge. Before she reached the top, she stopped and slammed a fist on the wall beside her, screaming in rage.
She hated being touched without permission!
She continued up the stairs, where she finally found who she was looking for. A young woman either in her late teens or early twenties at the oldest, with long straight neon green hair, light green eye shadow, black lipstick, long dark green nails, and an extremely voluptuous figure. Currently said figure wasn’t obstructed by much though, wearing a short green dress with a single strap over her left shoulder holding it up, black belt around her waist, and green high heels. At the moment, she had three men with her, all of them wearing collars and leashes. One man she held close to her by the leash as she made out with him. The second man she was lovingly petting as he suckled on her right breast. The final man was on his knees before her spread out legs, lovingly eating her out.
“God fucking damn it,” the red/orange haired girl said rolling her eyes. The green haired woman opened her eyes and looked at the newcomer and broke the kiss, letting her partner start kissing her neck.
“Mmmm, Sunset. Care to join me, love?” she asked, voice deep and oozing with lust and sexuality. Her eyes were sharp and green, and full of confidence.
“I’m not a filthy whore like you, Chrysalis,” Sunset said walking over to her friend, “We need to talk.”
“Can’t it wait?” Chrysalis whined losing herself to her lust, “Moth was just about to hit my g-spot.”
“You getting off can wait,” Sunset said, raising her hand and showing her Channeling Ring, “This can’t.”
Chrysalis looked at that, and pursed her lips, her own Channeling Ring shining vaguely in the light, “Boy, let’s finish this later. Me and my friend need to talk privately.”
The three men all got up and walked off, clear disappointment evident on their faces. As Chrysalis pulled herself together as much as she could, Sunset sat down beside her.
“So what’s so important you had to end my fun early?” Chrysalis asked pouring herself and Sunset some wine.
“Remember that thing I said I was looking into?” Sunset said taking her glass, “I confirmed it. There are four other witches in the Phase now.”
“Ooooh, that is big news,” Chrysalis said, sitting back and crossing her legs with a smile, “We need help if we’re going to revive Strega.”
“Don’t celebrate yet,” Sunset continued, “I’ve been following them around. They entered the Tower of Salvation. I think they’re trying to put an end to the dreams.”
“Really now? What utter nonsense,” Chrysalis said sipping her wine, “God shines upon us, and has granted us the gift of dreaming. They can’t hope to destroy said gift.”
“I don’t know,” Sunset shook her head, “Their leader used multiple Personas when she fought.”
That got Chrysalis’ attention.
“You mean… she has the Wild Card?” Chrysalis asked, actually looking a bit worried.
“See why I needed to get in touch with you?” Sunset asked, “If she’s a Trickster, she might be able to do it.”
“NO!” Chrysalis shouted slamming her fist on the table before them, “I won’t let these witches who renounce God’s blessing destroy this miracle!”
“So what do we do about this?” Sunset asked, “So far, it looks like the Trickster already destroyed a few Dungeons.”
Chrysalis looked down in deep thought, “We need to increase our numbers. At least one more witch.”
“I’ve been looking through the internet for possible candidates,” Sunset pulled out her phone, opening a forum talking about the Nightmare Epidemic, “Most of these peasants are just terrified, but there is one person I’m keeping an eye on.”
“Oh?” Chrysalis asked raising an eyebrow.
“The lead singer in that music group,” Sunset said pulling up a picture of a girl with impossibly long and full orange and golden hair, purple eye shadow, and red lipstick, “I don’t know about her sisters yet, but she definitely has the potential. She isn’t hiding the fact she’s having the dreams to the public, and even posts about it on the forum. Listen to this post: The demons are starting to get more persistent, the day I either die, or bring about the end of days is nigh. I’m scared, but if this is my fate, then so be it.”
“She’s not fighting the dreams…” Chrysalis looked thoughtful.
“Apparently the three of them live in the area,” Sunset said putting her phone away, “They ended their tour early once they confirmed she was having the dreams. I think she had a meltdown on stage or something.”
“Poor thing,” Chrysalis placed a hand over her heart, “She fears what’s happening to her, but she doesn’t yet see that she’s one of the chosen. Alright, tonight we’ll begin scrying for her dream. We’ll try to wake her up, and together we’ll revive Strega, and put a stop to these witches who seek an end to the world’s salvation,” she held her glass toward Sunset for a toast, “For Nyx, the harbinger of the end.”
“For Nyx, harbinger of the end,” Sunset said, her glass meeting Chrysalis’.