“Y’know Monika. I was really worried that sitting in this position would be too weird, but somehow sitting on your face like this just feels…right.”
Sayori shifted slightly, butt angling a little to the left. The round cheeks moving forced Monika’s head to move with it. It was odd being at the complete and utter mercy of another girl like this. Especially because her stupid coding had given Sayori the impression that she wanted her nose crammed all the way up the ditzy girl’s smelly crack. Monika also wasn’t sure which was worse. The moments Sayori talked to her about her current position as a seat cushion, or when she went completely ignored. They were both humiliating for what was effectively a goddess in this world.
“I hope I can be like you one day. Being super smart and knowing exactly what to do. Oh! I should write a poem about that.”
Sayori started thinking about her poem. She leaned back a little bit to get comfortable, just enough to plug up Monika’s nose. She panicked at the realization that she was no longer in control of getting her own air. But the new subservient aspect of her code stopped her from making a commotion or pushing Sayori off. Monika was used to being in complete control of everything around her; this new change in position was absolutely horrifying for her.
Luckily, the position didn’t last too long. Sayori slid forward again, sliding Monika’s nose in the crevice of her panties, but it was still a welcome change. Monika sucked in air again, feeling a little bit less upset at having to huff the earthy aroma that was filtered through Sayori’s panties. After five minutes of concentration, Sayori presented to her current chair.
“I wanted to write a haiku about you Monika. What do you think of that first line? Monika, a leader.”
She had gone for the easiest style of poem, and style managed to mess it up. On the first line. At least correcting her would let Monika feel the slightest smidge of authority.
“mmmpphhh.”
Or not. She would have no luck getting a message through Sayori’s considerable rear. She waited for the girl to lift up a cheek to give her a chance to speak.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t understand you.”
She was really that dense.
“MMmmmphh!!”
It took Sayori a second to figure it out, but then she smacked herself on the head.
“Wait. That’s too many syllables. I’ll try again.”
And so, Monika, who had explicitly been asked for input, hadn’t even managed to get that. She felt dejected now. She’d gone from all-powerful creator to subservient seat for a girl she considered lesser.
What happens next.
1) Sayori scoots back, smothering Sayori with her ass.
2) Once Monika gets a chance to speak, she asks Sayori to try something else.
3) Monika finally gets the chance to edit her code. Although it wasn’t really hear fault, Sayori is in for it.
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