Dragon Despair-rity (Junko/Mukuro Dragon TF)

The empty classroom was silent except for the rustle of papers and the low murmur of voices. Sunlight filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the desks. Junko Enoshima lounged in one of the chairs, her legs thrown carelessly over the side as she flipped through a thick notebook. Mukuro Ikusaba sat across from her, her posture rigid, her eyes carefully watching her sister.

"Think about it, Mukuro," Junko began, her voice dripping with excitement. "This world—it's like a candy store of chaos! So much more... magical than our old stomping grounds. Maybe it's a simulation, who knows? But oh, the possibilities here!"

She clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And the best part? Nobody knows who I am. It's like a fresh start! But, you know, with all the fun of the endgame still in play."

Mukuro nodded slightly, her expression unreadable. "And you have a plan already?"

"Of course, I do!" Junko exclaimed. She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I've found something marvelous— a way to hypnotize practically anyone. It’s like they’re begging to be led into despair."

"Who's the first target?" Mukuro asked, her voice low and steady.

Junko's smile widened. "Who else but our class’s very own mythical creatures? Akane and Chiaki, the ridiculously over-the-top dragon girls. They’re not just another pair of students; they’re... more."

Mukuro raised an eyebrow. "Getting them on your side would definitely make a statement."

"Exactly!" Junko’s voice bubbled with enthusiasm. "Everyone else is just plain human. Boring! But those two? They have power, flair... and let’s face it, they’re visually quite the spectacle."

She stood up abruptly, her chair screeching against the floor. "Let’s not waste any more time. We have some dragons to tame, or rather, to turn!"

With a flourish, Junko grabbed her bag, her eyes alight with the thrill of the hunt. Mukuro followed, her steps measured but determined. Together, they left the classroom, their minds set on weaving a new web of despair, starting with Akane and Chiaki.

Using the labyrinth of hidden passages that only Junko knew about, the two sisters stealthily made their way towards the beach. Junko’s surveillance system, a network of cunningly hidden cameras, had revealed that Akane and Chiaki were spending their day near the shimmering sands. The two conspirators settled into the shadows of the beach house, peeking out at the dragon girls who lounged under the sun, completely unaware of being watched.

"They really don't hold back with their appearances, do they?" Mukuro murmured, her eyes narrowing as she studied the two draconic figures basking in the sun.

Junko chuckled, her gaze fixed on the striking forms of Akane and Chiaki. "It’s like some boy spilled his wildest dreams of a sexy final boss monster girl on an internet forum, and voilà, these two popped out of the screen. Excessive, extravagant, and exactly what we need."

Peering through a pair of binoculars, Junko’s eyes danced with mischief. "Look at them, Mukuro. Strong, fearsome, and totally unaware. Perfect monsters to dip into despair and watch them unleash chaos. Oh, the thrills, the chills, the delightful kills that could follow! It’s just too delicious to pass up."

Mukuro glanced at her sister, her expression a mix of admiration and caution. "They do look powerful. But are you sure we can handle turning something that... formidable?"

"With the right push into despair? Absolutely." Junko’s voice was laced with confidence. "Imagine the havoc they could wreak, all under our control. It's going to be epic!"

Junko rummaged through her bag with a theatrical flourish and pulled out an odd-looking device. It was a bizarre hybrid between a baseball, a frisbee, and a landmine, complete with a large black button on the top. She held it up, a gleam of pride in her eyes, and turned to Mukuro with an excited grin.

"Behold, the pièce de résistance—my latest masterpiece, the Focus Despair Bomb!" Junko declared. The sunlight glinted off the metallic edges of the device, making it look even more sinister.

Mukuro leaned closer, eyeing the device warily. "What does it do?"

Junko’s smile widened. "It’s simple yet spectacular. You press this button," she tapped the big black button on the top, "and ten seconds later, it emits a shockwave. But not just any shockwave—a special one that amplifies the need to focus on swinging things by nearly ten thousand times."

"So, it makes them susceptible to hypnotism?" Mukuro asked, trying to keep up with Junko's enthusiastic explanation.

"Exactly! Even the strongest wills fold like paper under its influence. Within moments of the blast, even the most amateur hypnotist could take control." Junko’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she handed the device to Mukuro. "And since you’re the physically adept one, you’ll do the honors. Toss it between our dragon friends, and let the magic happen."

Mukuro took the bomb, feeling its weight in her hands. "And after that?"

"That’s when I make my grand entrance," Junko said with a flourish. "I’ll stroll out there with a pendulum, swing it back and forth, and just like that—bam! We’ll have our very own hypnotized dragons at our disposal."

Nodding, Mukuro examined the device one last time, her expression turning serious. "Got it. I press, I throw, and we watch them fall."

With a confident nod from Junko, Mukuro pressed the button firmly and poised herself. Counting under her breath, she waited for the right moment, then with a swift, practiced motion, she hurled the Focus Despair Bomb towards the unsuspecting dragon girls, aiming to land it precisely between them.

"Ten seconds to a new world," Junko whispered, her gaze fixed on the flying bomb as it spun through the air, heading straight for its target.

Chiaki was excitedly sharing pictures of her 'princess' with Akane, blissfully unaware of the danger approaching. "Yeah! Isn't my princess the absolute cutest thing ever? I wonder when—"

Her sentence was abruptly cut off as Akane, reacting with supernatural speed, spun around and caught the incoming object with her human hands. The motion was so swift that both Junko and Mukuro barely saw it—a blur of motion that ended with the device being hurled back towards them.

Miraculously, Mukuro managed to catch the bomb in mid-air, but before either sister could react further, the bomb exploded in a burst of static electricity. The shockwave hit them hard, sending tingles through their bodies and leaving them dazed and confused on the ground.

Meanwhile, Chiaki looked at Akane with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "What just happened?"

"Dunno. Just all my baseball instincts went off at once when I noticed that ball coming, so I kinda just threw it back without thinking," Akane shrugged, her voice casual as if she hadn’t just intercepted a dangerous device.

Chiaki nodded, though she was visibly puzzled. "Gooootcha. We should probably check on what explosion you just caused."

Akane followed her gaze back to where the bomb had detonated. "I swear, all I did was throw back a ball. Not explode people."

With a mix of concern and curiosity, the two dragon girls headed towards the beach house, ready to investigate the aftermath of the unexpected explosion.

Frantically, Junko tried to regain her composure, realizing the plan had gone horribly wrong. She quickly stood up, dusting herself off, trying to concoct a plausible excuse. Beside her, Mukuro also scrambled to her feet, both of them slightly disoriented but determined to salvage the situation.

Junko took a deep breath and approached Akane and Chiaki, who were now walking towards them with curious looks on their faces. "Well, that was... uh, actually just a little prank!" Junko stammered, forcing a laugh. "Tried to catch you off guard and scare you a bit, but wow, Akane, you’re just too fast."

That was what she intended to say. Instead, as she opened her mouth to speak, her eyes inadvertently locked onto Akane’s four massive, rhythmically swinging breasts. The mesmerizing motion captured her attention completely, and her words faltered not once, but three times, until finally, no words came out at all.

Mukuro noticed her sister’s sudden silence and turned to try and cover for her. "Sorry about that, we didn't mean to—" Mukuro began, but her gaze then shifted to Chiaki and her similarly captivating attributes. The brief eye contact was enough; Mukuro's mind slipped into a hypnotic trance even faster than Junko's had.

By the time Akane and Chiaki stood right in front of them, both Junko and Mukuro were completely entranced, their heads subtly nodding in time with the gentle sway of the dragon girls’ chests.

Chiaki tilted her head, puzzled. "Are you two okay? You look a bit... out of it."

Akane, still clueless about the depth of their hypnotic state, waved a hand in front of Junko and Mukuro’s faces. "Hello? Earth to creepy duo, come back to us!"

But there was no response— the minds of Junko and Mukuro were offline, wholly captivated by the hypnotic dance before them.

Akane, noticing the vacant stares of both Junko and Mukuro, couldn't help but chuckle. "Seems like they're both pretty fixated on our chests, huh?"

Chiaki, with a playful twirl of her hair, nodded in agreement. "It's understandable. My breasts are truly magnificent, aren't they? Twice the size of my head!" She glanced at Mukuro with a teasing smile. "Bet you wish you could have such magnificent breasts too."

Mukuro, still in a daze, echoed Chiaki's words under her breath, "Magnificent breasts..." No sooner had she finished her mutterings than her own chest began to swell. First it was barely noticeable, but quickly the mounds started gaining volume at a speed that was most unnatural. Her uniform strained as her breasts grew larger and larger, soon matching the grandeur of Chiaki's. Finishing up with Mukuro letting out a groan, which snapped both Akane and Chiaki out of their stupor of staring at Mukuro's now extremely massive chest.

Both dragon girls exchanged a look and then grinned at each other. Akane turned her attention to Junko, who was still hypnotically entranced by her own two sets of pendulums. "Junko, I want you to have four head-sized tits just like me!"

Junko, barely processing the words, repeated in a trance, "Head... sized... tits..."

As if compelled by the suggestion, her chest began to expand, soon sprouting two additional breasts, making them total four as all of them grew simultaneously. Bigger and bigger until they were enormous, each the size of her head. Just a little bigger than what would be believable normally, if it wasn't for the fact that they now numbered four. Despite the transformation, both sisters' gazes remained locked on Akane's and Chiaki's chests, completely captivated. Even multiplying the number of boobs didn't seem to break their almost magical trance. 

Akane clapped her hands excitedly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Junko is mine!"

Chiaki, equally enthused, focused her attention on Mukuro. "I am going to go so ham on Mukuro!"

After a moment of thinking Akane leaned closer to Junko, her eyes twinkling with excitement and a touch of mischief. "Oh, I am so going to turn you into the perfect little sister I always wanted, Junko. Just as amazing and dragony as myself~"

“Younger sister?” Chiaki clapped her hands together, her smile wide with enthusiasm. "That is an awesome idea. I think I'll do that too."

Akane watched with eager anticipation as she gave the next hypnotic command. "First off, you need a tan just like mine, Junko," Akane declared, her tone both commanding and playful. As she spoke, the transformation took effect. Starting from her chest, the very center of her being, Junko’s pale skin began to darken. The rich, caramel hue spread slowly, a warm wave of color washing over her, creeping across her shoulders and down her arms, cascading down her abdomen and legs until every inch of her skin matched Akane's sun-kissed complexion. Junko's new tan gave her an exotic, athletic appearance, as if she was molded to thrive under the sun.

"Oh! And Junko, you like sports," Akane continued, her voice laced with excitement. "You're very athletic and sporty, strength and mobility are your specialties." As the words left Akane’s mouth, they wove into reality, reshaping Junko’s physique. Her body responded, muscles tightening and becoming more defined. The subtle outlines of her muscles became visible under her skin, each one sculpted as though she had spent years training. Her arms showed defined biceps, her legs toned, and her abdomen formed a faint but noticeable six-pack, each muscle group enhancing her sporty, vigorous vibe.

Inside her mind, a shift was happening too. The complex and often chaotic thoughts that once filled Junko's head began to simplify. The intricate plots and plans that were her hallmark started to fade, replaced by a growing enthusiasm for physical activities. Thoughts of running, jumping, and competing took over, her mind buzzing with the excitement of sports and the thrill of the game.

Akane stepped back, admiring her work. "There, that's much better! You're already looking like the sporty little sister I always wanted. I can’t wait to see you in action!"

Chiaki, observing the transformation, clapped her hands in delight, her own ideas bubbling up as she prepared to work her magic on Mukuro. "Hehe, I also know what I am starting her off with~!" she exclaimed, ready to take her turn in the transformative game they were playing. 

"Mukuro, you are a monoeye like me. May both of your eyes fuse into a giant eye in the middle of your face~," she declared with a playful wave of her hand.

As her words set the magic into motion, Mukuro's transformation began. The skin on her forehead started to tingle and shift, drawing the attention of her two eyes inward. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, her eyes began to move towards each other, the space between them narrowing. As they merged, the bridge of her nose flattened and reshaped itself, accommodating the new singular, large eye that formed at the center of her face. The fusion was smooth, leaving behind a single, large, and expressive eye that blinked curiously, adapting to its new, widened field of view, even if the only thing she was looking at was Chiaki's massive bosom.

"And you also have branch-off-arms like me, Mukuro! Each of your upper arms now splits into two lower arms at your elbows," Chiaki continued, clearly enjoying the process.

Mukuro's arms began to feel heavy and peculiar. At her elbows, the skin thickened and stretched, splitting gradually down the middle. The splitting was gentle yet deliberate, as each arm duplicated itself, forming two forearms and two hands from each elbow. The transformation was both fascinating and strange to witness, as muscles and skin seamlessly divided and reformed, creating a perfectly functional set of lower arms. Each new hand was as capable and responsive as the last, and somehow it made it seem like Mukuro was incredibly skilled with all four of them.

Chiaki clapped her hands in delight as she watched Mukurochanged form still follow her breasts back and forth without a care. "Perfect! Now you're really starting to look like a sister to me, Mukuro!"

Akane's eyes lit up with realization and excitement. "Heck yeah! So we can actually turn them into dragons like us?!"

Chiaki, with a flick of her hand, replied, "I mean, duh! You already gave Junko a tan and doubled her boob number."

Akane's enthusiasm soared. "I guess it didn't really sink in until now that we could turn them dragon. Okay, time for the big thing."

With a decisive nod, she turned to Junko, who was still under the enchanting spell. "Junko! Your lower body is that of a massive dragon! A... sea-serpent dragon!" As she declared these words, the transformation began. Junko's legs started to shimmer with a wave of magic, scales appearing as they slowly fused together. Her lower body elongated, twisting and reshaping into a powerful, serpentine form.

Akane, keen to emphasize the transformation, held her breasts to accentuate their swinging motion in front of Junko's face. "Junko! Longer tail! Bigger and bigger!" she commanded. Junko's new tail responded, growing longer with each swing that caught her eye, the scales turning a dark blue hue. Fins sprouted along the sides of her now sea-serpent-like tail, enhancing her mythical appearance.

Not done yet, Akane's voice rose with excitement. "Junko! Even longer! And also, you have an additional pair of dragon hands on your hips! This is so awesome!" At her command, two massive, clawed dragon arms burst forth from Junko’s hips, their scales glistening under the sun as they flexed and slammed into the ground, as she now no longer had feet, but an incredibly long serpentine tail.

Finally, Akane let her hands fall to her sides, allowing her own breasts to swing naturally as she took a step back to admire her handiwork. "Holy... maybe I have gone a little bit overboard."

Chiaki, watching the spectacle with a mixture of amusement and disbelief, couldn't help but chuckle. "...you think?"

Akane shrugged, a wide grin spreading across her face as she observed Junko's transformed, draconic figure. "Meh, she looks awesome like that." Her voice carried a note of pride and satisfaction, delighted with the dramatic transformation they had achieved.

Chiaki clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Alright, my turn!" She declared with a grin. Eager to have some fun herself, Chiaki grasped her own breasts, using them like exaggerated pendulums. "Mukuro! You have four legs! Like a centaur!" she exclaimed, setting her intentions into motion with each swing.

As Chiaki spoke, Mukuro's transformation began. Her lower body started to change dramatically; her spine extended significantly, elongating her torso to accommodate the new limbs. Beneath her, two additional legs began to sprout, thickening and growing at an astonishing rate, while her existing legs modified their structure to match the new additions.

Chiaki didn't pause, her voice brimming with creativity and power. "Your hind legs are claws of a dragon, your front hooves of a centaur!" As the words left her mouth, Mukuro's feet underwent a wild transformation. The back feet morphed into powerful, scaled dragon claws, sharp and formidable. Meanwhile, the front feet changed into sturdy, equine hooves, covered in fine fur that crept up her legs, blending the mythological with the fantastical.

"And your butt is big. So big that it rivals my own!" Chiaki continued, her tone playful yet commanding. Almost immediately, Mukuro’s buttocks began to expand, growing rapidly in size. Her muscles and skin adjusted to accommodate the new size, ensuring balance with her newly formed hind legs, enhancing her new, powerful silhouette.

With a flourish, Chiaki stepped back to admire her handiwork. "Tada! Ain't she a perfect sis?" she announced with a broad smile, clearly pleased with the transformation.

Akane, observing the changes, couldn’t help but laugh, nodding in agreement. "Not gonna lie, the two of you definitely look related now."

Chiaki beamed, twirling a strand of her hair. "Thank you~" she replied, her voice tinged with pride and a touch of mischief, thrilled to see Mukuro now sharing a similar appearance. 

“Let's see if the classical hypnosis stuff also works on them~” Akane started, her voice firm yet affectionate. "Junko, you're still the ultimate fashionista, but now with a sportier edge. You've always loved being a swimsuit model, showing off your amazing beach bod more than anything." 

As she spoke, Junko's mind soaked up the words, her mental image of herself shattering before her inner eyes. Where before she had always seen her Faschionister gig as a facade, now she could almost feel the sun warming her skin, the camera capturing her confident, athletic poses by the sea, yet a part of her still clung to the elegance of dresses. With there almost being no space left for despair deeds.

Chiaki chimed in with a smile. "Mukuro, you remain the ultimate soldier, but now with a much better sense of humor. You're willing to unwind and play games, both video games and just going out for fun." Mukuro's thoughts, once rigid and disciplined, began to lighten, filling with images of laughter-filled gaming sessions and casual outings that eased the sternness of her military demeanor. It was like Mukuro was forced to learn about happiness and fun in a matter of moments, and it already felt so good that all that despair and loneliness she felt for years seemed to fade away immediately.

Akane continued, not to be outdone by Chiaki. "And Junko, you deeply believe that you are my younger sister." Junko's mind, receptive and malleable, embraced this idea wholeheartedly. A sense of belonging and admiration towards Akane blossomed within her, seeing Akane as a beloved elder sibling to look up to. It suddenly felt like she didn't always have to pretend to be a leader and could just go to her big sister when she really needed help.

Chiaki added gently, "Mukuro, you know that you are my sweet little sister who loves me deeply." Mukuro's tough exterior began to melt internally as these words echoed in her head, stirring feelings of deep familial love and trust towards Chiaki that she had never felt before. Before she knew it, even while still extremely entranced, Mukuro started to smile for the first time in her life.

Akane once again one upping Chiaki. "Junko, you are constantly trying to be the best little sister ever." Junko moaned, her mind fueling her with a desire to impress and make Akane proud, integrating this goal into her every action and thought. Akane wasn’t just her bigger sister. Junko herself was THE best little sister and she would stop at nothing to make Akane happy.

Chiaki, also finally spiraling a bit out of control. "Mukuro, you know that you can always trust me, your big sister." With each word, Mukuro's defenses lowered, her subconscious weaving Chiaki into the fabric of her deepest trusts and securities. Chiaki was her Anchor, her big sister she could trust with everything.

Akane just blurted, "Junko, it is unquestionable that big sis Akane will always be the best big sister out there ever." 

Junko panted, eyes stuck on the four boobs, looking like her mind is about to fry.

Chiaki looked at Akane.

Akane looked back innocently.

“...so uhm…” She began, rubbing two fingers together. “What do we do now?”

“How about we don’t fry our new little sisters brains?” Chiaki rolled her eyes, to which Akane just let out a weak laugh. Then Chiaki, grabbed her own boobs again and watched Mukuro closely, as Mukuro's head bob became much more exaggerated again. “I have an idea. Akane, follow my lead.”

“Okay.” Akane just agreed, grabbing her own chest and with it, Junko's undivided attention again.

Chiaki began speaking in a low and very clear tone, “When you hear us count to three, you will slowly forget everything that you associate with being human. Every memory from ever having human legs, to regular sized boobs to wearing clothes made for humans will become nothing more than a faint dream. Instead, you believe that you have always been this way. An ultimate student whose body isn't human.”

“And you are both perfectly happy with that.” Akane added. Chiaki nodded at her approvingly.

“And when we arrive at three, you will faint for a few moments, fully embracing that what you are now is who you have always been.” Chiaki declared, to which both of them started counting.

Chiaki started, her voice clear and resonant. "One..."

At the count of one, Junko felt a shift within her mind. Her memories of walking on two human legs began to blur, the sensation of her feet hitting the ground fading away. In its place, the powerful sway of a massive, scaled tail felt more natural, more right. "Was I ever really human?" she thought, the concept now seeming foreign and distant. Her recollection of simple shoes and bare feet was replaced by the imagined weight and texture of her dragon scales sliding across the earth.

Mukuro's transformation in thought was parallel. As "one" echoed in her ears, the memory of handling human weaponry and equipment began to feel unfamiliar. Instead, her mind was filled with custom made weapons just for her, as human things just weren't made for her body type. "It's… impressive. How much money people were willing to spend… just to make weapons that I can use," she mused, her human past diluting into myth.

Akane followed swiftly, "Two..."

At two, Junko's mind unwound further. The concept of sitting in chairs, using mundane human objects, seemed increasingly odd. Her memories reformed around perching on rocks and sprawling her lengthy body along the sandy shores. "Chairs? Why would I need chairs when I have the entire beach as my resting ground?" Her mindset shifted, embracing the grandeur of her new form over the limitations of her old.

Simultaneously, Mukuro found her thoughts altering too. The thought of only having only two hands almost seemed laughable to her. And so was what it would feel like to have two eyes… or only two legs for that matter. "How would that even feel like…? If there is a way, I would love to experience it one day…" 

Chiaki's and Akane’s voice started to rise in unison, "Thr—"

…

…

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On a sunny beachside deck, Akane and Junko lounged comfortably, their appearances as striking as the scenery around them. Both sisters were clad in skimpy swimsuits, specially designed to accommodate their unique forms. Each of their four breasts bounced rhythmically with their movements, drawing more than a few curious glances from passersby.

Akane, always the more carefree of the two, was happily munching on a variety of exotic fruits, not afraid to show off everything about her dragon body. Junko, on the other hand, sipped delicately from a large, frosted glass, the contents of which sparkled under the bright sun, and seemed to almost always instinctively pose for hidden cameras.

“So, working out together was pretty awesome, huh?” Akane said with a wide grin, wiping juice from her chin. “I can’t believe how much I sweat... or I guess, how much we both sweat.”

Junko nodded, her large eye tracing the horizon before settling back on her sister. “Yeah, it’s been amazing. And guess what? I found this incredible store not too far from here that does custom clothing. I mean, it’s perfect! Now I can still have fun with fashion and fit all this,” she gestured to her own extended form, “into something stylish.”

Akane laughed, tossing a grape into the air and catching it in her mouth. “That’s fantastic! You always did have a knack for turning heads with your style.”

Junko's face then took on a mock-serious expression, “You know, the more I think about it, the weirder humans seem. I mean, walking on two legs? And only two boobs?” She shuddered dramatically. “How do they manage?”

“Hey, watch it! I have only two legs too!” Akane burst out laughing, nearly spitting out her fruit. “But I do agree that we have it better with our four boobs~!” Her laughter was infectious, and soon Junko joined in, their carefree chuckles mingling with the sea breeze.

At the same time, inside the expansive lobby of their coastal retreat, Chiaki and Mukuro were deeply engrossed in a video game tag team action, both their singular eyes flickering rapidly across the screen. Chiaki, with her innate gaming prowess, was effortlessly maneuvering through the game's challenges, her fingers a blur on the controller. Mukuro, though not as naturally skilled, was fiercely determined to match her pace, intently following Chiaki's instructions.

The two of them were sitting back-to-back on the floor, their massive, dragon-like forms nearly filling the entire space. Mukuro, occasionally distracted by their tight squeeze, commented under her breath, "Maybe they should consider making these rooms bigger for... well, someone like us."

Chiaki chuckled, her focus never wavering from the screen. "Nah, it’s more fun this way. Makes every victory feel even more earned!" She encouraged Mukuro with a bright smile. Mukuro just sighed. “Whatever you say sis…”

As they tackled a particularly tricky level together, their cooperation began to truly sync up, and soon they were on the brink of a big win. With a final, expert maneuver from Chiaki and a perfectly timed assist from Mukuro, they clinched the victory.

"Yes!" they both exclaimed in unison, their loud cheers echoing off the walls. They shared a high twenty, all four of their hands clapping together in a satisfying smack.

Just then, Akane and Junko strolled into the lobby. Akane, ever the enthusiast, called out with a grin, "Hey, you two gaming hard or hardly gaming?"

Chiaki looked up, her eyes sparkling with competitive fire. "Just crushed it, actually. What’s up?"

Junko, swaying her serpentine lower body with excitement, proposed, "How about a round of volleyball? Dragon sisters versus dragon sisters on the beach?"

Mukuro’s face lit up at the idea, and she nodded vigorously. "That sounds amazing. Let’s do it!"

Chiaki sprang to her feet, pulling Mukuro up with her. "Prepare to be smoked on the sand too!"

As they all made their way toward the beach, the setting sun cast long shadows behind them, their laughter and playful banter filling the air. The beach was just a short walk away, the sound of the waves growing louder as they approached. The idea of a volleyball match between dragon sisters seemed the perfect way to cap off another day in their new, perfectly ordinary sister-dragonly lives.

And as they reached the sandy court, setting up for their game under the fading light, no one realized that the ultimate evil, the ultimate despair… had been defeated. No more killing games… all because two dragon girls just couldn't help themself from turning others into what they were too. 

A pair of big, sexy dragons.

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Despair is all prevalent in the Danganrompa world. But what if we replace it with sexy dragons? Wouldn't that make for a better world?

Commissioned by JDBurgers