Notes: So...Here's a interesting idea, something I like to call the fan driven Story!
Hello everyone, I am Elizabeth, a writer attempting to get over some writers block, and in the process I came up with this story! This is a Lemon filled Fetish story of Danganronpa, starring Junko Enoshima as the main character! However, it's not just any old lemon...
The story will be completely decided by the readers!
I won't go into a ton of exposition so not to repeat what I wrote in the story, but essentially Junko finds herself in a world where anything she wants becomes reality...So of course, we have to get sexy with it eh?
However, instead of just writing whatever I want...I'm leaving the progression to the readers, all of you.
Does she make the school freeuse?
Does she make public nudity a thing?
Does she kill off people?
Does she get into a boxing match with Monokuma?
All of that is decided by you, the readers.
A poll is up on my profile with several options, and the one with the most votes will be written about for the next chapter.
Poll will be public for 1 week, after that the winner will be written.
And of course, I will carry over story beats chapter to chapter, so every decision counts!
If you want something not listed, leave a review/Private message telling me what you want, and if I like it enough, I'll add it to the poll.
Most chapters will be 5k+, the intro is just short to establish a setting for which readers can connect with and vote.
With that...Let's get this party started!
Darkness.
All around her was darkness.
Despair inducing darkness.
So dark that not even the brightest of lights could rid it.
It was a darkness most would fear.
But not her.
She welcomed it.
Wanted it.
Needed it.
The darkness was everything she ever needed in life, and after everything that had happened, after all of her trials and tribulations.
She could now spend the rest of her eternity in this despair inducing darkness.
…..
…
..
Then suddenly…
Her eyes opened.
Slowly her eyelids peeled back, revealing her light blue eyes as they stared at the rather plain ceiling above. Softness eloped her as she was spread down on her back, arms and legs outward as if she was attempting a snow angel.
She blinked.
Then blinked again.
Confusion ran through her mind.
What was going on? Last thing she remembered was being crushed, her life evaporating before her very eyes as the metal press lunged down and squished her to chunks of flesh and blood, grounding her up into something that would be seen in a horror film.
Yet here she was, laying on something soft, and looking up at a plain old looking ceiling.
Slowly she raised her hand to above her face, twisting it back and forth as she looked it over. Her long red nails were still present, and her hand looked as it always did without anything indicating it was even destroyed.
Bringing her hand back down, she gently pushed herself up into a sitting formation as she looked around the room that she was now stationed in. She found that she was laying on a normal sized bed, and the room was adjourned with a table, chairs, a bathroom, a mirror…
It all looked very familiar.
"This is…"
She spoke, her voice coming out low as she attempted to analyze her surroundings.
Yet before she could make any conclusions or even investigate, a new voice rang out from behind her.
"Pupupu, glad to see you awake." Recognizing the voice almost instantly, she turned herself around and looked at the back of the bed.
Laying against the wooden panel was a black and white bear, its arms crossed, one red eye glowing as it looked at her with intrigue.
She didn't speak immediately, instead taking a moment to look the bear over, coating every inch of its fur with her gaze for several minutes. The entire time the bear remained silent, awaiting her response to its greeting.
Finally, she tilted her head to the side and opened her red lips. "Monokuma…How interesting…"
"Are you surprised, Miss Junko Enoshima?" Junko kept her head tilted as Monokuma addressed her, as he pushed himself to his feet and walked closer towards her. "The Ultimate Fashionista…The Ultimate Analysis…The Ultimate…Despair…You had quite the expanding list of titles during your life."
"Hm, I guess I did." Junko said somewhat absentmindedly, raising her hand as she twirled her golden locks between her fingers. "So what is this place? Hell? Purgatory?"
"Impatient as always I see." Monokuma spoke as he sighed, walking over towards her as he sat down in front of her, crossing his arms again. "Sadly for you, I'm afraid you've gone to a much more hopeful place than either of those options."
"Tch." Junko scoffed as she looked down at Monokuma, her eyes peering into his with full intimidation, yet the bear kept his composure well.
"On the other hand, perhaps this place can be even more despair filled if you so wish." As Monokuma spoke, a cigar magically appeared in the air and settled into his paw as he brought it to his lips. "This is what would be called your second life, reborn into the world you helped destroy except in another plane of existence if you will. One in which you control all, and reality itself bends to your will."
"Bends to my will?"
"It's as simple as thinking for something to happen, reality will conform itself to those thoughts." Monokuma spoke as he puffed in his cigar, yet almost immediately the ground began to shake, as the roof suddenly opened wide, and several corpses fell into the room, all of them killed in the most grotesque and creative of ways.
Junko looked over at the fresh new corpses, simply giving a nod. "I see, interesting…"
"Yes well…" Monokuma waved his paw, causing the corpses to vanish and the room to go back to normal. "I do have final say over everything, though as long as you don't attempt to cross me, I won't attempt to stop anything you do."
"Final say? Even though I'm the one who created you?" Junko glared at Monokuma, who gave a shrug as he puffed on his cigar once again.
"While it's true that you created the Monokuma bear back in the real world, I simply took on his appearance, voice and personality in this one. I'm what you may call an angel of death, beings who, once someone passes away, takes the form of somebody or something they had a close connection with, and leads them to their own personal other wordly domain, where they are the unquestioned ruler of such a realm."
"So everyone who dies is granted one of these domains?"
"Bingo! From young to old, everyone gets one! All those kids you had kill each other, and all the government's you caused to collapse? All for nothing, as all of them are no doubt leading more Hopeful lives in this afterlife!" Monokuma gave a laugh as Junko kept her glare, anger coursing through her body as her hands tightened. "Aw what's the look for? What they're doing isn't important right? All of that despair can be yours now! A world of nothing but despair!"
Monokuma gave his trademark laugh, yet Junko kept her glare on him as she leaned forward, almost whispering. "Despair is simply another form of pleasure, the highest form of it I might add."
"Huh? Ok and…?"
"And if this world is my own, and I can bend it to my will, then what's the point of Despair? Technically, I could make anything into a form of pleasure if I so chose, correct?"
"I suppose…? What are you-" Before Monokuma could finish, Junko pushed herself off of the bed, looking around with a smile as she raised her hand…And snapped.
The snap did two things.
It caused a knock to come at the door, as a familiar voice called out 'Junko! You awake?'
And also caused Junko's clothing to vanish, revealing her naked body for all to see. Her moderate but perky pink tits immediately stood out as they looked as soft as a pillow, her nipples the perfect length to be pinched and played with.
Her ass was delicately crafted in such a way that a hand could cup it with one grasp and jiggle it, while also being soft enough that said hand would melt into it and conform to it.
Her vagina was closed yet was begging to be opened, her walls ready to mold themselves around whatever was thrusted up into her.
Topped it off with a nice batch of black pubic hair, enough to give a more mature look, without also going over the top.
All the while, Monokuma looked on with almost apathy, smoking his cigar with a care as he watched the now nude Junko walk over to the door as she grasped the handle, and pulled it open.
"Ah good, you're-" The girl on the other side, dressed in a Hope's Peak uniform with black hair and freckles, looked at Junko and smiled…Only for a shocked expression to overtake her face as she stammered. "W-What…J-Junko you're…"
"Is something wrong…Mukuro?" Junko said in almost a playful tone, as Mukuro, her sister, stared at her in absolute shock as she just looked in deep confusion.
"W-Why are you….N-Naked….W-What…?"
"Hm…Monokuma, you said changing the world is as simple as willing it correct?" Junko looked back at Monokuma, who came over to right behind Junko as he nodded. Mukuro for her part paid no attention to the black and white bear, for whatever reason.
"Yep! Think it or say it, this world is your sandbox if you will."
"I see…In that case." Junko tilted her head and smiled at Mukuro, and after a moment, her confusion vanished on the spot as she returned the smile.
"Not wearing your uniform today, Junko? I don't think Miss Akamatsu will be too thrilled, especially after Leon complained about Sayaka's ass taking his attention away from the lesson the other day."
"What can I say? Didn't feel like putting clothes on today." Junko responded in mind, as Monokuma nodded as he interjected into the conversation, which interestingly, Mukuro seemed to stop 'working' entirely when he did.
"Interesting choice, I've heard from other angels of death about how most people who make a sexual paradise immediately jump right into it, not being creative at all. But simply changing it to where nudity is socially acceptable, along with comments on one's physical appearance? Quite interesting."
"Well I'm going to be stuck here for the rest of eternity right? It would be boring to jump right into the good stuff, so why not get creative? Also, I want to test something…" Junko said as she raised her hand and gave a click of the finger…
Immediately, Mukuro's body exploded on the spot, blood and guts flying every which way, leaving nothing but a pile of gunk behind.
Not reacting at all, Junko clicked her fingers again, and like magic, the blood and guts immediately began reforming, and soon Mukuro was back where she was standing, as if nothing had happened. "I see, so even death is temporarily."
"What part of your own personal domain do you not understand?" Monokuma said, walking out into the hallway. "Nobody here is real, other than the two of us of course, so why would them dying change anything? Hell you can make an entire school of Mukuros if you wanted! No more plot contradictions like that!"
Monokuma raised a paw in victory, yet Junko rolled her eyes as he coughed.
"Well anyway, what's your true first act as queen of this world? Everybody else nude? Public sex? Pure freeuse!? Bear Boxing Match!?"
Junko listened to Monokuma speak, and after a moment she smiled.
"Easy, first things first….."
Notes: The following are the choices you can vote on for the next chapter on my profile.
Public nudity
Public sex
All girls have cocks
All boys have vaginas
Public urination
Everyone is gay
BDSM class
Gore fest
Torture
Crossover
Public handjobs
Specific clothes removal
Body modifications
Public breastfeeding
Pregnant kink
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