Minnie Royal, the Ultimate Ringmaster | Danganronpa (Sort of...)

((All characters appearing in this branch are over 18, as explained in the story. This is the only author's note that will appear.))

It was the night just before my transfer to Hope's Peak Women's University. Tomorrow, my life was going to change forever. In other words, my life-changing event for the immediate future was already scheduled.

Who was this weird woman, and what was she saying? I'm going to be using some magic ring to control women, change their realities? And to what end? She said something about a carnal lust for women... So I was just going to use her ring powers to feed that lust? For how long?! No, I was getting ahead of myself... There wasn't any proof that any of that was real.

I didn't know how to deal with someone like this. Still... she was so incredibly hot. With those chains, it feels like she's something out of a bondage fantasy. I couldn't just say "nope, get out" to a woman like that, who just happened to be the first woman besides myself to step foot in my apartment. Besides, I needed to practice my introduction for tomorrow anyway... Maybe this was a good chance?

I brushed my shaggy purple hair out of my eyes as best as I could, knowing it wouldn't stay without my headband, and tried to summon the energy that only seemed to come to me when I was under a spotlight. Basically, I was hamming it up as big as I could, using my big-top voice. "Welcome, Regina! You are in the presence of the greatest ringmaster to ever walk our green earth, the prodigious and resplendent Minnie P. T. Royal. In fact, I've been granted the title of the Ultimate Ringmaster by the prestigious Hope's Peak Women's University, and while your greeting was shocking, I'm sure I will prove every bit your equal in shock and splendor. Bahahaha! Ha ha..."

Well, she was looking at me like I was crazy, and I probably was. This was my usual luck in a one-on-one conversation with another woman...

"What the fuck?" she muttered quietly, as if to herself more than to me. I'd expected to be laughed at, but the woman, who'd seemed bored since she arrived, suddenly seemed to be indulging in a private joke. "Wait... so your name is Minnie P. T. Royal, the Ultimate Ringmaster? This is Danganronpa? Seriously?"

"Dangan... ronpa?" I repeated after her. "What's Danganronpa?"

"So, you... pfffft, no way." Regina laughed again. "I never guessed I'd be seeing you again! Haha oh shit." She stopped laughing, as if coming to another realization. "Oh, crap, this is actually bad. Uh, never mind, forget it. Let's get back to your introduction. I think I was saying, uh..." She visibly worked to straighten her face, then tilted her head while still looking at her notecards, seeming **** to get back on track. "I'm sorry, you're what? Okay, so, I guess this isn't the world that I'm used to. Well, since I'm out and all, it seems that the powers still work here. So, how about you tell me about this world and who you are?"

Feeling like I was being laughed at, I pressed again. "Wait, what's Danganronpa? What's so funny?"

She wore a plastic smile, as if trying to get me to back down. Finally, she threw her hands up and sighed. "Look, you're not going to find it funny. Forget I said anything, all right? You're about to have your way with all of the ladies of the... pfft... the Danganronpa series- I mean!" she caught herself again, "I mean, from the actual world you reside in."

"Look, I'm not saying another word or taking another step until you explain to me what a 'Danganronpa' is."

"Okay, fine, but you're going to regret asking. In fact, let me go ahead and give you this bit of advice: you're a woman, so the Ring can modify you, too. When I finish telling you this, you're going to wish I hadn't. So, your first use of the ring will be to rewind your memory for yourself to before the moment I let anything slip, and you can get on with your introduction like normal. Sound good?"

"What, you're gonna tell me something crazier than your story about this magic ring? I'll take my chances..."

"Okay, well... For starters, I already understand the universe you come from. This is a world very much like the normal one, except that there's an institution you've called 'Hope's Peak Women's University.' That's a little different from the property you based it on, but it basically refers to a college where they develop Ultimate talents that prodigies like you have, besides your ordinary education. In the work you based this on, Hope's Peak came to an end due to some evil mastermind, but because you didn't want the violent part of it, and because you couldn't have all of the characters in one school if you used that setting, you changed it so all of the female members of the cast attend this one school. In this thing you made up, all of the students from all of the games, as well as any of the spinoff material, can exist in one place for your harem-building pleasure. With me so far?"

I shook my head no.

"Yeah, figured. Continuing on, you, 'Minnie Royal, the Ultimate Ringmaster,' are a made-up transfer student. You're transferring into the academy after being recognized for your improbable talent of, I dunno, directing a circus? Ordering around clowns or whatever?"

At this, I took some indignation. "I-I've sold out more arenas than any other ringmaster in history at the age of 19, thank you very much!"

"Cute, you're a young-looking twenty," Regina dismissed me. "Well, yeah, like I said, that was a character you created for yourself. In the real world, before all of this, you were somebody else. A super otaku for this series, either a man or a woman, I don't even remember... Anyway, you were actually picked as a Ringmaster before that, but you were so pissed when I told you that it meant you were suddenly into real world girls. You whined and bitched and moaned about only wanting Danganronpa girls... Oh, I guess I should add, specifically you wanted adult Danganronpa girls. So, you were a huge nerd, but you weren't a ****, at least. Against my advice, you made a single, catastrophically huge reality change for yourself... Oh! I guess that means you were a chick after all, huh? Anyway, your change was to put yourself into a never-waking dream where you would get to have a harem with all of the Danganronpa girls, as this made up character Minnie Royal. You gave me all the directions, I did what you said, and... Look, cards on the table." Regina shrugged and gave me a smirk. "The ring fell off you as soon as we did it, I figured that meant you were dead, and I moved on to someone else. I had no idea you were in here actually living this the whole time."

Feeling sick, I held up a hand to try and pause her.

She continued, not seeming to see it. "So, fuck, here you are. Minnie Royal, 19 years old, the Ultimate Ringmaster. Lemme see if I can remember what you wrote... Heh. You describe yourself as an undiscovered, diamond-in-the-rough cutie, with short, shaggy, dark purple hair that ordinarily hides your eyes. When performing, you put up your hair with a headband and transform into a confident ringmaster, but outside of the ring, you're a perennial wallflower, having never found a place that you fit in or learned to communicate with others. You're good at shouting at people for their entertainment, but bad at making conversation and talking with them. It's like you're looking for the perfect person to pick you up out of the dirt and polish you. You're a bit short, with a slight figure that sometimes has you mistaken for a man... but your clothes hide your figure somewhat, and you do have your own womanly charms. You ordinarily wear a red vest with the school emblem, white dress shirt, an ill-fitting black bow tie with a fancy pattern, sharp white slacks, and dress shoes. The flares at your sleeves and the cuffs of your pants, along with your larger-than-normal gold accents, are the only hint you're a circus performer. So, your wardrobe is halfway to smart and no way to sexy. Oh, and here's the interesting part: you have a dick instead of a vagina. I guess that does set you apart from the other girls, huh? Or it would, if you didn't hide it from everyone. Luckily, it's not too big, so you usually don't have trouble."

"Stop," I begged her, now doubled over in pain, but uninterested in trying to get to a receptacle despite feeling I could barf at any second. I was hyperventilating. "You're telling me my life isn't real? That a pervert... invented me... so she could have imaginary sex with made-up characters in a made-up world? And she basically traded the power over every actual woman in her life, basically the power of a god, for this?!"

"That's exactly it," Regina told me, wincing. "Want that memory wipe now?"

"Huh? W-wipe? No, I need... I need to sit down and..."

"Eh, I'm making an executive decision on this one," Regina ignored me, waving one of her slender hands through the air. "Abracadabra."

I stared at the strange woman who had appeared in my room and told me about the mysterious ring I'd just put on my finger. Well, she had me at a disadvantage, but I still had to at least try and give her an introduction befitting a master woman of show like myself. "Welcome, Regina! You are in the presence of-"

"Okay, Minnie P. T. Royal. I get it. Whatever you say, honey." Regina rushed me through my planned grandiose introduction with a roll of her raised hand. "I know who you are, so let's cut the introduction. As for where you stand, I'm afraid you're actually pretty low on reality-changing power tonight. Seems like it accidentally got used up, somehow. Bummer. But since we can't change anything for now, why don't you tell me the kinds of things you want to do with your power? Please, no need to be shy."

"What I want to do with it? I... haven't thought of it," I lied. "And if I had, I'd keep it to myself!" The truth was, for someone who'd just slipped on the ring a moment ago, I found myself thinking about it a lot. Really, it had all hit me as a blast of unsorted concepts, as if I'd just discovered the concept of sex. But I couldn't possibly say any of it... That was impossible, there was just no way!

"Oh, I'm guessing you have," Regina said with a smile, taking a seat on my couch. "But, you seem like the type who's going to have a hard time saying any of that out loud. How sad. So, here's what we're going to do... Starting tomorrow, I'm going to read your thoughts."

"You're gonna what?! No way! Uh, first thing I'm gonna do with the Ring is make it so you can't do that! I've just gotta say it, right? Regina can't read my mind-"

"Hmm, no dice, honey," Regina interrupted me with mocking regret, kicking her feet up on my table and placing her arms behind her head, seeming to invite my eyes to the enormous chest she was thrusting forward. "I think, in some universes, I can be controlled by the ring, but... I don't know, maybe it's because I'm real-" she started, before biting her tongue and continuing, "-ly different from everyone else here, I'm immune to it. So, I'll just read your thoughts. If you're thinking about something you want the ring to give you, and if you're powerful enough, I'll have it done. No need to say anything. But, be advised, there are limitations. Eventually, if you keep using the ring, you'll be so powerful that you can make the whole school come suck that girl dick in a conga line if you want, or pick your favorite body shape and change every other woman to that size at once-"

"Like I'd ever!" I lied, my mind immediately running wild with all kinds of perverted nonsense.

"-but to start with, you're going to need to start smaller. Think of it as practice. Tweak someone a little here, give someone a little order there, and before you know it, you'll have everything you want."

I decided to try another tack. "Look... It's not like I don't appreciate your offer. Seriously, thanks, this is really cool... For someone else, someone who wants to control people or have a crazy sex life. If anything, I just want to meet my classmates tomorrow and not screw anything up with some automatic thought I can't control."

Regina seemed unfazed, but she did rise to her bare feet. "Okay, fair enough. I'll wait for you at school tomorrow. If you meet me, and your earnest, heartfelt wish is 'I never want any of the women around me to be affected by my crazy ring power,' I'll be happy to grant that to you..." She sauntered her sexy, chain-wrapped body over to me, then leaned down slightly to meet me face to face, giving me a look down her awesome cleavage I was helpless to ignore. "But, if you think of something else you want by that time, instead... We'll do that, instead. Deal?"

"I don't have a choice," I sighed. When I shut my eyes, I hoped it looked like I was pouting instead of trying to tear my eyes off those massive melons of hers.

"It's a deal, then. I'll see you tomorrow, then, Ultimate Ringmaster. Try to get some rest... You've got a big day tomorrow, after all." She waved her fingers at me teasingly as she stepped to the door, then disappeared through it. Somehow, this was the part that made it really sink in for me that she wasn't just pulling my leg, and she really was a magical being. This really was a magic ring, and I didn't need to burn myself tugging on it again to prove it.

Tomorrow was already going to be the most incredible day of my life... I'd be going from being a big fish in the circus world to a small fish in an ocean of talents.

And all of those talents... would be sexy girls?! Or, if not sexy girls... girls, at least?! I'd be surrounded by girls, and... fuck, I was so horny! I couldn't remember ever having been this horny in my entire life! I know the old me would have been tossing and turning imagining what kind of first impression I'd make, and if I'd be able to make any friends...

The current me was thirstily combing my brain, trying to remember any specifics it could about the other women I knew would be attending that University with me. "Which one has the biggest boobs? Which one has the fattest ass? Which one looks like she has lots of stamina, which one looks like she has experience? Heck, let's talk specifics. These are celebrities, right? There's pop stars, famous entertainers... I think I heard the princess of a small country goes there? And, like a fox in a henhouse, I'm going to go into that place and, pardon my language, have my way with them? Make them mine? Make them my bitches, even?"

I had to finally stop. At some point, I'd moved to my bed and turned out the lights, changed out of my clothes, and failed to change into anything else. This was my second night in this apartment, and it looked like would be breaking in my nearly-new bedsheets with a fresh full-body flop sweat I'd effortlessly broken myself into by unconsciously playing with myself.

"Get it all out of your system tonight. Tomorrow, no more horny! You're trying to make friends, not sex slaves! Being a competent ringmaster is all about control, and that control starts with yourself! Cool it, for fuck's sake..."

I thought it was to my credit that I'd managed to stop masturbating, but that certainly didn't mean I could sleep. For hours, I stared at the ceiling pondering the implications of real-life magic; the limitations of my social ability; girls; the importance of consent in relationships; more girls; the ethics of defying traditional morals with no higher power capable of judging oneself; even more girls. Heavy shit, in other words.

But, as they say, the curtain eventually falls for all of us. Finally, my body decided the best way to deal with my stress was to fall asleep and push my problems off until tomorrow.