Junko's Bizarre Adventure Teaser: Sex And Violence

I basically spent all weekend wondering about this idea then threw it together this morning. I'm not one to like Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, the anime this is basically knocking off of with what limited knowledge I have. It's like pro wrestling or the Metal Gear games; I never want to watch/play it, but I'm glad to hear people tell me the crazy shit that happens in it. Mostly I just never liked the art style. But anyway...

I wondered what if it was catfighting and sexfighting on another level. If they were fighting and humiliating each other based on supernatural powers. It's kind of a cross between Sexfight High and Catfightsona overall. I mostly just had a list going of "songs that sound dirty but aren't" and kept pinning ideas and powers to them. I was never perfectly happy with the protagonist's Stand name, but the power was perfect to me. Weird but versatile. I have some ideas for powers, characters and an overall storyline, but wanted to run through a test on the basics, make sure I could explain it properly, and gauge peoples' interest. For those in the know, I'm considering this to be basically Jojo rules as I know them and the same setting but standalone; she's not Jojo's longlost cousin or anything.

"Oh man, is that really her?"

"Don't look, dumbass! Of course it is! Who else do you know who looks like that?"

"I mean, she just looks like another yankee girl... blonde hair, long skirt. Generic rebel."

"No way, dude. She's Junk Kawasabi! The rebel's rebel! She's undefeated and fights anyone who has the balls to step up to her!"

"I heard she's invincible. Like actually invincible!"

"Oh man, have you heard that story?"

"What story? I just heard invincible and that convinced me."

"So there's this gang that got together and they jumped her. Their leader nails her right in the skull with a metal bat! Could have killed somebody like that! But Junko... she just turned around with this huge crazy grin on her face and stomped them all before they knew what was happening!"

"You two haven't heard the half of it! I heard she was walking home from school one day and she was jaywalking..."

"So badass..."

"What? Dumbass that's not the cool part! So she's not even looking and she gets hit by a car! Like at 30 kilometers an hour!"

"Damn..."

"And she goes flyyyying. Like across the whole road. Everyone's screaming, the guy's hood is banged up... but not Junko."

"Wait, what?"

"She's laying there with this big smile on her face and just shaking on the sidewalk. Not even in pain! It was like... she liked it."

"No shit?!"

"The say she's like an immortal masochist. Nobody knows how she does it."

"Kobayashi in Class C said she's an alien."

"Kobayashi's full of it. I bet she's a robot..."

"I heard she's an evil spirit who won't rest until she's beaten a million enemies..."

Junko walked by without hearing the chattering boys. The girl was tall and blonde, her half-Russian heritage pulling through in that regard. It was true that she wore some rebellious attire; the long skirt was traditionally associated with punk Japanese schoolgirls, but at her height she wore it just because it fit her better. Her sharp green eyes and thin eyebrows gave her a slight glare to her face, always looking angrier than she really was. She neared the end of the block when a pair of tough-looking girls came leaping around the corner to block her path. She could tell by the red and brown coloration of their uniforms (rather than her blue) meant they were from another school or another.

"There you are!" snapped the shorter and scar-faced student. She pointed at her friend, a wild-eyed brunette with curled and half-dyed hair down past her waist. "This is my girl! Dynamite Ryoka-san from the Ishiki High! Age 18, undefeated in our turf, daughter of the master to the Hashime dojo! Hobbies include fighting and THAT'S IT!" Junko looked blankly at Ryoka's hype girl. It probably came off as more glaring than she meant to. "We're here to pose an official challenge! Right now!"

"Trust me," Junko said plainly. "You don't know what you're getting into. But I accept."

"Yea, you hear that?! She's not scared of either of you!" The two challengers looked down to realize that Chie Namaru was there in the first place. She definitely didn't stand out as much as Junko. She was small, chubby, clearly Japanese, and she wore thick glasses, a mousey opposite to the tall and intimidating Junko. She was always upbeat and excited, especially hanging out with her best friend Junko. She made for the most interesting stories, and Junko was glad just to have some company around that wasn't afraid or trying to fight her.

"Chie-chan..." Junko muttered. "Were you spreading rumors about me again?"

"I mean... well you're so cool and all and you beat up all those girls last week... I might have exaggerated the numbers a little..."

"Chie, we talked about this," Junko said, rolling her eyes and turning to face her friend. "I don't need MORE people trying to kill me."

"But you seem to have so much fun when you do it! Don't you like fighting?"

"I mean, yea, it's cool being the toughest person in the whole city, but..."

They went on chattering until Ryoka started to fume. The pale girl clenched her fist and threw a punch for Ryoka's head. "Don't you ignore me!" she shouted furiously.

What Junko said was true. Nobody knew what they were getting into when they fought with her. She wasn't even paying attention when she felt the... entity appear. It wasn't quite a person and it wasn't quite a thing. It might even be a part of herself. She was never quite sure, but it was bound to her and it did as it pleased, but always in Junko's interest and safety.It always had her back and it always understood her, never far from herself. Not sure what else to call it, she had dubbed it her Stand, because it would always be beside her. It didn't always speak, but she got the message from its subtle bond; incoming.

It could block the attack for her, but that always drew more attention than she liked. Junko just threw up her arm and blocked the punch. Ryuka was definitely a strong one, but it didn't matter. The thing she'd come to call Talk Dirty To Me was already at her side, invisible to everyone but Junko. It... she... well, Talk Dirty waved a hand and there was the briefest feeling of pain in Junko's arm before it turned... warm. Her skin crawled with goosebumps and her eyes fluttered, parting her lips slightly as she barely contained a gasp. Talk Dirty was working its magic. On top of being able to grab and punch and do whatever else a person could, TD had one unique power; pain into pleasure.

While everyone else saw Junko block a punch without even flinching, many things went on in the unseen background. Talk Dirty To Me was a vaguely humanoid, something like a female mannequin or a very feminine android more than an actual woman. Its skin was slick and a bubblegum pink, giving it an inhumanly aerodynamic look. The Stand had short hair pulled into a trio of pigtails, tailing after its floating body. She had a lean build like a gymnast, often posing or stretching if left to its own devices. Big blue eyes with long lashes were perched over a noseless face and full, pouty lips that didn't always move when it spoke. It still smiled and laughed often, happy and playful (which made sense for what it did, Junko supposed). It had no genitalia of note but it did wear a tight red corset around its narrow waist and strangely large chest, seemingly just for its own sense of style.

Junko took the punch and felt little more than a tingle in her crotch. That was the real trick to Talk Dirty; when it used its power, pain was turned into a similar amount of arousal. A punch was converted so that it felt more like she'd received an especially passionate kiss or a bit of fingering. A baseball bat was turned into a ripple of lust through her body. If she were to heal a gunshot wound or, say, get hit by a car, she'd just orgasm on the spot. Junko couldn't exactly blame the unaware for thinking she was kind of a masochist.

Ryoka was visibly rattled when Junko took her punch so casually. "I warned you," Junko mused as she wound up and punched the crazy-looking chick in the stomach. She doubled over for a moment but Talk Dirty floated unseen beside her, caressing her cheek with a playful grin on its face. Junko didn't always control her Stand, but she could simply take over its powers and movements when she really wanted to. Ryoka let out a pained gag from the blow just before her eyes fluttered. Her mouth hung open and she drooled as Junko could practically see the hearts forming in her eyes.

"No way! Ryuka!" her scarred buddy yelped in surprise as the punishing blow hit her on both fronts, split between hurting and arousing her.

Junko ignored her and sent her thoughts off to Talk Dirty. "Lend me a hand. Go all out on this one."

"Oh, yes, m'lady! It would be my pleasurrrre," TD purred in its haughty and giggly voice. She floated just above Junko's shoulders, practically standing inside her back as she unleashed a barrage of invisible punches right alongside Junko's blows. It made for about twice as many punches as Junko was really throwing, but the way the girl was being bombarded faster than she could track, nobody would notice. It was always strange; whenever Talk Dirty went all out like this, she had this cute little chant to go with her blows: "ARA ARA ARA ARA ARA ARA ARA~!"

Each punch sent the girl reeling, just for her to moan and clutch at her body. Even with Junko punching her in the face, kicking her in the ribs and kneeing her in the guts, Ryuka was clearly overwhelmed by much more than simple pain. She was being pummeled by arousal, the beating itself literally replaced by a pulsing in her groin. The beaten girl blushed and her eyes rolled back as her mouth hung open, shivering and drooling over her breasts. She was soon forgetting to even try blocking, rubbing her chest and face to try and cope with the intense arousal hitting her. Junko slammed her with an uppercut, but when Ryuka fell to her knees she had her hands glued to her crotch instead of her jaw. Her face looked like she was in absolute bliss, something that anyone else watching might have mistaken for being punchdrunk from the impressive beating. Her legs crossed tightly to try and hide the growing patch of damp arousal leaking from her pussy.

"Yea! You're knocking her silly, Junko!" Chie cheered on her friend, just as entirely unaware as everyone else. Junko smirked and wound up for one huge punch, Talk Dirty To Me winding up with her opposite fist. Junko and her Stand threw a full-power punch together, smashing the kneeling opponent's tits with one for each fist. Ryuka's boobs were squashed into her chest, two intense surges of pleasure rushing through her chest.

"Wow! Junko hit her boob so hard she flattened both of them!" Chie narrated excitedly behind her.

"N-n-noooo YESSSS~!" Ryuka blurted. Junko had gone looking up online what happened to her opponents before. The word "ahegao" was the closest she'd found; Ryuka looked to be in absolute bliss, aroused out of her mind by Junko's converted punches. She looked as if her perfect lover had just been edging her for hours and she was finally about to break. Ryuka leaked drool and precum on her clothes and the pavement as her eyes rolled back in her head, biting her lip and blushing hard. With one last thrust of her hips and a guttural grunt, the challenger orgasmed and fell flat on her face, hips shaking her as she came beneath her skirt until it trickled down her leg. She was out cold from the explosive orgasm and its overwhelming bliss, hardly a bruise on her.

"No way! Ryuka was out secret weapon!" The scarred girl gawked at the scene in disbelief.

"Yea! That's what you get for messing with Junko! She hits her enemies so hard they don't know what to think!" Chie boasted on Junko's behalf. The blonde gave her a lazy glance and Chie blushed. "Right. Sorry. Shutting up."

"Nah, it's alright," Junko said, cracking her knuckles while Talk Dirty To Me giggled in her ear. "That was a fun one. I'd been looking to cut loose on somebody." She actually scowled at the lingering challengers, which came off as a truly scary sight. "What were you waiting for? Some cuddling? Get out of my sight."

The scar girl squeaked and grabbed her taller comrade, scurrying comically out of sight. Junko looked down at the cum stain on the pavement and smirked. She really didn't like hurting people, so she was glad to have Talk Dirty around. It let her keep her status as the strongest while still not only keeping herself safe, but doing minimal damage to those around her.

"That's soooo amazing. You literally beat the cum out of her!" Chie gushed. Junko started to walk back towards the school and her short friend stuck by her side. "You have to teach me some of your moves some day. Then people would notice me." She gave a few cute little jabs at the air in front of her, mimicking Junko's style as best she could.

Junko laughed heartily at her little show. "Trust me, Chie. I envy you sometimes. A life where you don't have to fight is a real victory. And it suits you."

"Make love not war? That old saying?"

Junko snickered at that too. "Yea, something like that..."

As the two walked away from the scene, they were unaware of the few boys watching her from the drug store parking lot, confirming many of the shocking rumors they had heard. They started to chatter amongst themselves while another girl watched from an alleyway. Her darkly tanned skin stood out against her shoulder-length blonde hair with the pink tips. Her low-cut top was tied up to expose her belly while her short skirt showed off her equally tanned thighs. She popped her gum and raised her carefully plucked eyebrows, exposing more of her heavy eyeshadow.

"So that's Junko in action," Momoko Sota mused. "I'm surprised. I didn't think that the rumors about her would be the results of another Stand user..." A purple aura came off her body that suddenly stretched out. A long-legged woman with thick, muscular thighs appeared above her, the legs wrapped harmlessly around her neck. Its body silver with somer checkered yellow and black stripes along the length of her body. A short serpent's head came from between her shoulders instead of a human one and a snakeskin vest hung over her chest, barely covering her nipples.

"Isn't that interesting... Anaconda?"

To be continued...