19 - Angie Yonaga - Unaware Hypnosis

Graduation was nearly upon the upper class of Hope's Peak Academy, but one near-graduate was in a rare state of frustration. Angie Yonaga, the Ultimate Artist, spun a paintbrush idly in one hand as she turned a clay art piece over in the other. Her tools and her art surrounded her in a conspicuous outdoor booth, set up without anyone's permission on the outskirts of Hope's Peak. The booth functioned as an art display, with all sorts of works of all sorts of mediums she had painted, drawn, sculpted, etched, or otherwise created for the glorification of her god, Atua.

Why was she displaying these things outside of the Academy, attempting to draw eyes as a single display in a location which shouldn't be generating any pedestrian foot traffic? It was the same reason she was unusually down in the dumps. Quite simply, Angie was dreading the end of the school year. She'd enjoyed her time, created many new pieces, and learned a lot about how people lived off of her island, but she hadn't earned a single true-believing convert among any of them! Every time she thought someone was beginning to pick up on Atua's message, someone else appeared to reel them away. Too many worldly attachments... such a pity!

There was another important reason she was here, however, one that filled her with the hope to keep going in spite of the apparent futility. Atua had sent her a vision and a promise: today, her presence would change lives. She needed only wait for the chance encounter... The area was so vacant, she supposed she'd know it when she saw it. Therefore, she couldn't afford to rest. She needed to keep on her best smile and strike a conversation when someone arrived...

... And there they were! Angie's mood brightened immediately as a huge smile crossed her face. She held a hand above her head as a makeshift visor as if she needed it to see the pastel-pink colors of the arrival against the ordinary scenery. "Hello, hello! I can see you are drawn here by a calling you have not yet identified! Hmm, could it be you are a lover of art? Or are you simply missing the certain something to fill a hole in your life? Either way, Atua is your savior and solution!"

"Ew, art?" The new arrival immediately made a scrunched up face to let her know what she thought of that. "All the artists I know are either huge perverts or worthless losers. Are you telling me all of this is supposed to be your art? That's... Ooh, this one's actually kinda cute! Aww, totes adorbs!" The pale, attractive young woman, with pink hair in long ponytails, a black skirted uniform from another school, and all sorts of pink accessories, picked up a clay model of an unidentifiable creature with its mouth wide open and stared at it with rapt attention. The grinning bear plushie she was holding under her arm suggested she might be a fan of cute-ugly aesthetic... Then again, she might just be a fan of Hope's Peak's headmaster. She turned her pink eyes and cute smile to Angie. "I like it because it looks like a demon screaming in pain! That's the perfect look for demons like you." Speaking of demons, the young woman had a ribbon-decorated headband in the shape of devil horns that now seemed prescient.

"Nyahaha!" Angie laughed as if the young woman had told a joke. "It is singing, obviously! Singing the praises of Atua. Many misinterpreted screams of pain are actually calls of praise to Atua, I'll have you know."

"Hm. Is that supposed to be some of that kinky shit adults get into? I'm afraid I'm not really into that."

"It is simply the truth, no more and no less! And there is nothing kinky about Atua's truth... most of the time," the artist added quickly, batting her big blue eyes. "I am Atua's vessel, Angie Yonaga. And you are...?"

"My name isn't-"

"-Kotoko Usugi, the famous Drama Student?"

Kotoko hadn't intended to give up her name, and clicked her teeth when Angie did. "If you're going to know me as anything, know me as the Fighter of the Hero's Party! Today's the day we're finally taking action against this den of twisted adults."

Angie paused, looking upward as if considering something. When she turned her eyes back down, she seemed as though she was relaying someone's message. "But, hey, hey! Are you not, yourself, an adult? It is difficult to see behind your fashion, but nothing is missed beneath Atua's sky! He sees every inch of our adult bodies."

The other woman gave her a transparently disgusted look. "I've got a lot I want to say about that, but I'll hold my tongue on every point but one: I may be eighteen, but I do not call myself an adult. Being an adult is a mindset. A disgusting, twisted, demonic mindset for the mentally unfit. Anyone can simply choose not to call themselves an adult, but why don't they? It's because their warped brains accept everything adults do as normal... and by that point, they're too far gone. Which leads me back to you," Kotoko informed Angie with a smile as she raised the bear doll in her hands. "Do you like toys? Not that I'm going to treat you like a kid and forgive you just because you do."

"Only Atua's forgiveness... is...?" Angie began, trailing off as she looked into the single glowing red eye of the stuffed toy. "Is..." As the artist's spirited voice dulled and grew faint, the sparkle of awareness seemed to leave her wide blue eyes.

The visiting student wore a mean-spirited grin. "Say hello to Lil' Monokuma, Angie! Teehee. Monaca's new gizmo works pretty fast. Well, that's to be expected! She's such a wiz, besides everything else that makes her so perfect! Gosh, what am I doing, talking to myself here? Weeell, it's only me here now, after alll!~ You're all checked out, right Angie? My new toy?"

"Checked out," Angie muttered in dull agreement.

"Excellent, excellent. Ooh, I'm excited to play! For the devious demons of this school, we came up with a new game. We call it 'Dumb-Dumb Demon Deconstruction!' or 'Double D" for short... Wait a minute. Why do we call it 'Double D' if..." Kotoko suddenly grimaced. "Ugh. Masaru, you immature little shit... Anyway, the point of the game is to make you Ultimates do stuff so embarrassing that people everywhere stop seeing you as role models and lose all hope. Now, enough fooling around. Angie, look here. Lil' Monokuma wants to be your friend.~"

"Friend...?" Angie cooed with a vacant smile.

"Yep. But there are rules to being Lil' Monokuma's friend." Kotoko wore a big, over-excited smile and held back giggles as she spoke. "Lil' Monokuma only likes people who are comfortable being butt-naked, without so much as a pair of undies. Oh, and he likes it when they call themselves a name like 'Stupid Idiot.' And... and he likes it when they take an art piece and shove it up their own butt! And he really likes it when his friends wave their butts at guys in public and beg to be spanked because they're such naughty, stupid girls! If you do all that, even a demon like you can be Lil' Monokuma's friend. Isn't that great?"

"Rules... friend... butt... great," Angie repeated after Kotoko, nodding with some vague understanding.

"I think you get it. Good!" Still wearing a wicked grin, Kotoko snapped her fingers and rubbed her palms together. "i'm looking forward to a blood-soaked demon reputation execution!~"

"... Atua's forgiveness is needed," her victim completed her previous thought, blinking as awareness returned to her eyes. She tilted her head at the other young woman's barely restrained giggling. Another bright smile crossed her face. "Nyaha, has Atua blessed you with a case of the giggles? The tickling God, Atua, loves to spread mirth!"

"Ha ha ha," the drama student acted without inflection, pushing her cheeks up with her fists. "You're supposed to be his prophet or something, right? I almost feel embarrassed for the big guy..."

"Yes, his oracle!" Angie replied. "I will tell you all about him."

Kotoko was getting impatient. "Uhuh. Why don't we talk about your pal Lil' Monokuma instead? Isn't there something you're supposed to be doing for him right now?"

Angie looked confused again, although recognition quickly dawned in her eyes. "Aha, is Lil' Monokuma the name of your friend, here? He can learn about Atua, as well! The true God is benevolent to men, women, robots, and animals. But first, there are preparations that must be made. Please, join me in disrobing."

"Pfft!" Kotoko had been wondering what the holdup was, but she let out a snort when she realized it was back on. "You go right ahead."

The tan islander was playing into Kotoko's expectations now, shucking off her oversized yellow outerwear and stepping out of her shoes. As she began to pull off her pareo skirt, she smiled peacefully and shook her head. "Please, listen to me."

"Uhuh," Kotoko replied, still giggling through the palm of her hand. "By the way, remind me, what is your name, Oh Great Oracle? I'm sure it must be something really dignified, befitting your grand master, hm?"

"Useless Dumbass, listen to your new friend, Stupid Idiot," the Oracle told her again patiently. Now dressed only in the frilly bikini that served as her undergarments, she had begun to tug at one strap of the top. Instead of removing it, she reached across the counter and lifted Kotoko's horned hairband off of her head. "There is no shame in disrobing in the light of Atua. Indeed, to do so is a glorification of him."

"... Wait, is this supposed to happen?" The pink-haired student wasn't thinking about the accessory that had been taken from her. Instead, she was beginning to worry she'd screwed up the application of Monaca's brainwashing device. "Why are you talking like those are part of your faith? Is that how this is supposed to go?"

"Because these are tenets of the faith of Atua," Angie enlightened the other young woman as she reached across and began to undo the buttons of her dark uniform jacket. "He asks us to revel in our beautiful bare forms he has granted without shame, and to show our humility in accepting names our peers might deem hurtful. We know that because of our covenant with him, you, Useless Dumbass, and I, Stupid Idiot, can celebrate him in proud and unashamed butt-nakedness."

"No, I... I screwed something up," Kotoko took a step back with gritted teeth, sweating for reasons known only to her. "I... should report this to Monaca, shouldn't I? Yeah, I should just leave, and...!" She tried to pull away...

... Only to find the artist still reaching across the table for her tie. With surprising athleticism, Angie vaulted the table and restrained her new friend more comfortably, pulling her into a warm embrace. "You have nothing to fear, Useless Dumbass, neither from your boss, nor from anyone. You are protected by Atua."

"Get off me, Stupid Idiot!" Kotoko tried to push away, but was surprised to find her own strength seemed to be sapped. "And Monaca's not my boss, she's my bestie!"

"Mm... And yet, you shake with fear. But in Atua's embrace, you need not fear anything at all. Atua watches over you like a trustworthy big sister, with bare arms full of love. She is all-knowing, all-seeing, and all understanding, powerful yet-"

"D-d-don't say that word! I'm gonna... gonna freak out!" Kotoko warned her, her pupils dilating.

"... Compassionate," Angie finished, hugging her tighter.

"... Compassionate...? Atua is compassionate... even to a Useless Dumbass, like me?"

Angie nodded, rubbing Kotoko's hair tenderly before giving her a little bit of breathing room. That was necessary because, as she held Kotoko's dreamy gaze with her own, she needed to begin helping her new disciple out with the disrobing process. She pulled the young woman's jacket off and found no protest as it fell to the lawn. "I can see that you are starved for compassion. The world has not been kind to you. You flinch at the idea of nudity. You are scared to display any sexuality. But Atua has seen all, Useless Dumbass, and he loves, and he forgives."

Hearing that, Kotoko felt her face. She was crying hot tears, beginning to sniffle like the child she claimed she was. "B-but... girls have to protect themselves, right? If you don't protect yourself, no one will! What's Atua gonna do about that, Stupid Idiot?!"

"Atua will do everything, and grant you the power to do anything. You need only accept that power into your body. Prove your readiness by baring yourself to him."

Without a second thought, Kotoko dropped Monaca's hypnosis device on the floor like it was part of the garments she'd been asked to shed. She felt an unknown peace washing over her. Maybe... if she got naked out here on the front lawn of the school, and nothing happened... it was okay not to be afraid of demons? Maybe meeting Stupid Idiot and learning about her God was a life-changing event? Maybe Stupid Idiot wasn't a demon, but...

"An angel...?" Kotoko mused it out loud as she stared at Angie's tan, naked body and stepped out of her own frilly pink panties. Even with her butt and perky breasts bare to the air, she still had plenty of ribbons to undo all over her body to become truly naked.

Angie didn't respond to the assertion, but the light seemed to frame her dark body and shining white hair in confirmation as she turned to the table. "You are doing well, Useless Dumbass. You have embraced Atua with courage. Now, his next proof of faith. You said you liked this one, correct?" She beamed brightly as she lifted the unidentifiable clay creature from where it had been laid to rest on her booth display.

"Are we letting this happen? Are we ignoring this?!" The Academy's Ultimate Moral Compass, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, turned his fiery red eyes accusingly towards his fellow male classmates who had begun gathering and watching the show from a safe distance. "This is Hope's Peak Academy! We are the graduating class! Does everyone here think it's appropriate for a member of our class to bare her body to the street, strip a visiting student from another school, and... and shove an art piece up her anal orifice?! Are we all okay with that?!"

He was asking rhetorically, although many of his classmates didn't seem to be objecting to it.

"Unacceptable," he muttered, rolling up the sleeves of his stiff white uniform as he marched across the lawn towards the two misbehaving young women. "You! You there, Angie Yonaga! I knew I should have expected this sooner or later, the way you've constantly taken advantage of the leniency granted by our dress code! So, the rumors of your brainwashing are true, are they? Convincing an innocent youth to-"

"Um, excuse me! I'm eighteen, and I'm capable of making my own decisions, thank you very much," Kotoko informed him, rolling her eyes. "Atua forbid a girl should have some independent interests, I suppose."

"You have a... clay hippopotamus sticking out of your behind!" Kiyotaka declared, pointedly sticking his nose up in the air and casting his eyes to the sky to make it clear he wasn't enjoying the sight.

"Duh, because Atua WANTS me to, obviously. Why would I let Stupid Idiot put her art up my butt against my will? That stuffy clothing you demons wear must cut off the circulation to your brains!"

"Now, now," the so-called Stupid Idiot calmed her, attempting to defuse the situation. "In all situations, let us try to get along! Useless Dumbass here is a visitor to the school and a newcomer to my religion. I was only helping her understand its fundamental tenets. You do not object to me practicing my religious freedom, do you? Hm? Do you?" Angie tilted her braided head to and fro as she talked, pressing closer to the uniformed student, ignoring his discomfort.

"W-well, I think the discussion of public decency versus religious freedom is one that can be healthily debated in a more appropriate forum!" Kiyotaka shouted at the sky. "For now, please join me inside."

Angie laughed, then shook her head. "Oh, no no no. No no no!" she continued vehemently, pressing her hands to her cheeks. "You see, there is one more very important way we must show our devotion to Atua! Yes, perhaps the most important. And it requires your help, Feckless Moron!"

Kiyotaka sighed in exasperation as he tried to keep up with Angie's rambling, before it suddenly hit him. "D-did you just call me a feckless moron?! That is uncalled for! Another penalty against you!"

"Oh, but Atua does call for it! And yet! If you wish to punish us for it, now is the time, for the Rite of Penance is upon us. Useless Dumbass, allow me, Stupid Idiot, to show you how it is done." Wearing her same serene smile, Angie approached the desk of her booth. As she turned, a painted sculpture that looked vaguely like a tiny Easter Island statue peeked from between her cheeks. "Atua forgives all, but we must properly ask for his forgiveness. Nay, beg for it! In lieu of a blood sacrifice, worldly suffering serves as substitute. Therefore..."

Angie had crawled up onto the desk, and she caught Kiyotaka's eyes with her own as he ventured a curious glance. She wore a typical grin for just a moment before her face became hidden. She kneeled with her head down on the desk, then began bouncing her tan ass in Kiyotaka's direction. "Oh, Feckless Moron, help us complete the Rite by punishing the naughty ass of this stupid idiot, Stupid Idiot!" The sculpture in her asshole traced circles through the air as her healthy butt did figure eights, a ritual performance that had never been part of her religion before today.

Kotoko watched this with wide-eyed shock. Then, she gulped and moved alongside Angie's position. She kept her own feet planted, but placed her hands on the tablecloth and began shaking her bottom back and forth. "C'mon, Feckless Moron! I'm not getting any younger, you know. Go ahead and punish my stupid bratty butt meat with that hand of yours. You know you wanna...!" As if to help him make his decision, she turned her head back to him and stretched down one eyebag before blowing a raspberry. "Hurry it up!"

Kiyotaka, as much as he loved discipline, wasn't going to rise to the taunts and paddle two insane, bare-naked women around his age just because they told him to, no matter how many times they called him a Feckless Moron. "I... will get the proper authorities to deal with this! I should have done that from the start."

"Uuugh, c'mon!" Kotoko whined, ceasing her dance and putting her fists on her hips. "Typical demon, just can't read the mood! If you won't look at our healthy, god-fearing butts, at least look at this."

Kiyotaka allowed his red eye to peer down.

It landed on another red eye... The red eye of Lil' Monokuma.

The pink-haired deviant grinned. "This is Lil' Monokuma. You wanna be his friend, right?"

Kiyotaka still had his head tilted up, but his gaze was now fully locked on the doll, his ordinarily stiff lip hanging open. "Uh... Be his friend...?"

"Yes, that's right. Lil' Monokuma loves making friends. But to be his friend, you have to spank our asses whenever we beg for it. How's that sound?"

Kotoko grinned ear to ear as she heard Kiyotaka agree with her proposal. She wore a smug, devilish smile as she turned back around and gave an awakening snap accompanied by a cock of her hips. "Hehe... the acquiescence of pathetic demons is music to my ears! I knew there was a reason I brought this brainwashing device. I don't think it worked on Stupid Idiot, but it worked just fine otherwise. Did I do good, Stupid Idio--oh~?!" She bared her teeth in a big, pleased grin as she finally felt a hand connect with her pale bottom, feeling the strange sensation of the art piece wobbling along with her flesh in her private (now quite public) hole.

Angie nodded feverishly, shuddering with ecstasy as Kiyotaka landed some more powerful blows on her well-presented bottom and helped her repent of her sins. "Isn't this fun? It just goes to show, Useless Dumbass, that a little brainwashing in the name of Atua never hurt anybody! Nyah- aaah~!!"