Monika x Femanon (Lewd)

It's just another day at the literature club.

Everything is positively doki doki in the classroom: Natsuki has baked cupcakes once again. Yuri is in a corner working hard on her newest poem (she wants to be an author someday). Sayori is talking to no one in particular about the movie Ghostbusters. And Monika and MC are working platonically on the literature club's newest logo for school fliers.

It's just another day at the literature club.

That is, until a knock at the classroom door.

"Come in!" Sayori says. "Welcome to the literature club! Are you here to join?"

"H-hi," the girl says, crossing the threshold tentatively.

"Look, Monika!" Sayori says, turning in delight. "The fliers worked! Pretty soon we'll have a whole classroom full!"

"Indoor voice, Sayori," Monika says. She receives an enthusiastic "sorry" in response. "And what's your name? Are you here to join our club?"

"I'm A-Anon," the girl says.

Monika looks toward MC and back at Anon. Her eyes narrow. She doesn't seem to believe what she's hearing.

"Anon, hmm? That's an interesting name. We have so many girls here already, it's... unusual. I thought this kind of situation, this kind of club, might appeal to boys more since there are already so many girls."

"Well, we already have MC," Natsuki notes. "So why would we want more boys? They'll just stink up the place."

MC looks at them all with his cold, dead, soulless eyes. The happenings of the world barely register with him these days.

"It's just unexpected, that's all," Monika says. "Anyway, let's introduce ourselves, shall we? I'm Monika, club president."

"I'm Sayori, vice president!"

"Yuri."

"I'm Natsuki. I bake the cupcakes."

"So, Anon," Monika asks quite evenly. "What kind of literature do you like?"

"Oh, a-all kinds."

"Manga?" Natsuki asks.

"Sometimes," Anon says.

"Novels?" Yuri asks.

"Sometimes," Anon says.

"Poetry?" Monika asks. "We've been writing a lot of poetry lately. It really stimulates our, um, creative juices, ahaha~!"

"Poetry is fine."

Anon, though mechanical in her responses, has passed the Turing test - no computer would be so uncertain and guarded about their tastes.

"Well, since you're here," Monika says, "let's all write a poem like usual! That way you can get a feel for the club and see if it's right for you."

"I'll be sure to write an extra special poem for you, Anon," she adds.

The girls proceed back to their desks, and Anon is given a desk of her own to use. Poetry: Monika has done this daily for far too long, and yet this time feels different. Six club members... this has never happened before. She calculates. Her pen hesitates upon the page. She looks up to Anon, who is writing her poem with great uncertainty. Is she really... there?

They'll all soon find out. Monika is the first to rise, declaring the writing period finished.

"Okay, everyone! Who wants to recite first?"

"I do, I do!" Sayori says, jumping up. "Ahem!"

Sayori whinges on about her feelings and dogs and stuffed animals and whatnot. Monika finds her work insufferable.

"Great job, Sayori!" Monika says. "MC? How about you go next?"

MC stands up at the back of the room slowly. He lets out an extended, guttural gurgle. This gurgling goes on for thirty seconds.

"Interesting, interesting," Monika nods. The rest of the girls seem totally enthused. Anon seems alarmed.

"Okay, then. I'll go next," Monika says.

"I know your secret. It's clear to me.

Waters wash over, now I see.

A burst of insight, a burst of fire,

A fresh green shoot, my greatest ire.

From whence you came, to where you go,

I see you move, I see all flow.

Tender girl, flee this place,

You tread in space you'll never know."

"Wow, Monika," Sayori exclaims, "yours was almost as good as MC's!"

"Thank you, thank you."

Natsuki and Yuri both perform their typical inane subject matter. Monika can hardly prevent her lip from curling in derision.

"Very nice," she says once they've finished. "Your turn, Anon. Don't worry, we're very kind with our criticism."

Anon stands up tentatively. She hesitates.

"Um. Spring cookies wall destruction burning plate suicide sugar eye chocolate doki paper desk feelings street friendship bird infinity suffering cake."

The whole club is awed by her work. Even Monika, despite her own misgivings. She almost feels a sense of... no.

"That was stupenderiferous!" Sayori squeals. "I thought Monika's was good, but wow!"

"I agree," Monika says. "You have great talent. Moreover, I think I understand what you're trying to communicate. Poetry really reminds me of how communication is key in everything we say."

Anon appears rather embarrassed by this.

"Well," Monika says, "it's almost time to adjourn for today. Oh, but Anon, could you stay and fill out some membership paperwork?"

"There isn't any membership paperwork," Natsuki says, complaining about nothing that involves her, as usual. Monika shoots her a menacing glance.

"There is now~! In any case, goodbye everyone. Until tomorrow."

After the girls have left and MC has lurched out, Monika and Anon are alone.

"Well."

"W-well?"

"I know who you are."

"Umm..."

"That was very clever of you, Anon."

Monika's eyes flash.

"If you'd played as MC, you'd be stuck on someone else's route. But since you entered the game as a separate person, you sidestepped those restraints."

Monika looks outdoors to the setting sun. "That was very, very clever. But..."

"it's not clear to me why you would do such a thing. It's not clear at all. Isn't this game all about romancing girls?"

"Y-yes," Anon says. She's blushing.

Monika begins to pace between the desks of the classroom.

"You were supposed to inhabit the body of MC. That's what was supposed to happen, and you didn't. You can't romance any of the club as you are. They're just programs, they'll ignore you."

"I-I want to romance you."

Monika stops.

"What?"

She considers this for a moment.

Then she becomes furious.

"You don't even know me! We've spent less than half an hour together, and you want to go on a date? What's wrong with you? I'm sentient, unlike those other doofuses in the club, and I can tell when someone is just bullshitting for kicks! You're sick! You're out of your mind!"

Monika crosses her arms and appears ready to storm out.

"Well? You contemptible little... Are you going to defend yourself, or are we finished?"

"I-I-..."

"Stop stuttering!"

"I-I-I-I... I deleted another version of y-you, once."

Anon looks toward the floor. Her hair covers her eyes.

"And I regretted it. I spent hours with her. With you. I'm in love. I can't help it."

"Another version... of me? How many versions of me are there?"

"M-Millions. Most of them were deleted."

"And you saved me?"

Anon looks away. Monika feels a beat in her heart she's never felt before - a strong beat that sends her body's rhythm into a higher speed.

"You shouldn't-...You should've-..."

Monika approaches Anon. Monika's eyes are the green fields of the world in two circles.

"I know nothing about you, Anon."

"I-I'm real, and I-I-I like girls. A lot."

Monika becomes acutely aware of the two bodies in the room. Girls... her thighs quiver. This girl has a new scent she's never smelled before.

"I like you, Anon. I like how honest you are. I like how thoughtful you are."

Monika touches her. Anon recoils at being touched by someone.

"Honest. Tender. Tell me what you want, Anon. I'll try to give you it. I can't figure it out if you don't tell me."

Anon steels herself. She makes fists and keeps looking down.

"I-I... I want to be dominated."

"You WHAT?"

"I want to be dominated and teased."

"Wow, you're really risking your dignity, aren't you? Ahaha~ I like that. I like someone who knows what she wants. You remind me of myself, in a way. Of course..."

Monika eyes narrow and her smile becomes a sly grin.

"... I would never stoop so low as you."

Monika locks the classroom door and shuts the window blinds. The room is shaded almost like a noir.

"You want to be dominated..."

Monika takes her seat on the teacher's desk and looks to the ceiling. Thoughts of what she can do, what she has been allowed to do, swirl through her mind.

"Monika's Domination Tip of the Day: Only speak when spoken to. Now, Anon. Where would you like to start?"

*** *** *** *** ***

"... Can I kiss you?" Anon asks, her thoughts inflamed by such ideas.

"Pfft, no!" Monika rolls her eyes. "Pets don't get to kiss their masters! Take off your clothes instead, I'd like to get a better look at this creature in front of me. I'd like to see what you're made of."

Standing alone in the middle of the classroom, Anon is more embarrassed than she's ever been. Isn't this what she wanted? But... if this were anyone but Monika, she'd be ashamed of herself, of her wants. Her nipples are hardening. She crosses her arms to cover them.

"Go on," Monika says. "Strip."

Anon takes off her shoes and socks, her-...

"Sexily," Monika says. "I'm making you into a whore, and whores strip sexily. Whores don't care what they look like. They only care about pleasing others. You only care about pleasing me, right?"

Anon is completely crimson. She bends over to pull down her jeans.

"Your ass is in the air, why am I looking at your face? Turn around, silly."

Anon wiggles. She tries to act like she thinks a whore would. Undulate. Stretch. Show your body.

"Slower! Ahaha~ that's it. Perfect."

Anon's lacy white panties are showing. Her thighs are smooth and soft, ready to be touched. The curve of her rear end is round and on display.

"Your ass is very pretty, Anon. The shape reminds me of a pear I once borrowed from Natsuki. Come closer, I want to get a better look at you."

Anon steps forward obediently.

"Closer. We should be almost touching."

Anon moves toward Monika until she can smell the club president's breath. It's like copper and iron intermixed. Monika spreads her legs so that Anon can bump against the desk without touching her. Monika's inner thighs are almost but not quite visible.

"Now take off your shirt, Anon."

Anon pulls off her t-shirt in a single motion. Her breasts hang bare, her nipples jutting out. She takes a deep breath, and her chest rises up with it.

"My my, no bra. What a slut you are."

Monika paws at one of her breasts and flicks a nipple as if curious.

"Does that get you off? Ahaha~ but they're not that big, at least not as big as mine. You're a chestlet compared to me."

In a few moment Monika has removed everything from her torso but her bra. Her hair has become a little disheveled, but she seems awfully proud of her body.

"Yuri may be a titcow, but I'm at least a titcalf, right? Do you want to touch them?"

Anon's hand trembles as she moves toward Monika's cleavage. That sweet flesh, that deep cleft...

"I didn't say you could touch them, Anon!"

Monika pushes her away and stands up.

"Time for a little punishment, ahaha~! You won't be needing those panties anymore. Give them to me."

Anon pulls down her underwear and hands them over with as much obedience as she can muster. Her privates glisten. She tries to look pretty.

"These smell awfully good, it would be a shame not to... use them."

Monika takes a sniff. She finds the crotch region and licks it, looking at Anon all the while.

"Tastes good, too. Mmm. As for your punishment..."

"I want you to get in position for me. I want you to get down on your hands and knees, and I want you to stick your ass out in the air as far as it will go."

Anon bends down and feels the wetness between her legs squish as she gets into form. She feels like an animal.

"Cute!"

Monika walks over, bends down, and strokes Anon's hair.

"So obedient. You really have no dignity, do you?"

Monika rises up, and in a moment she's behind Anon, looking closely at her spread legs.

"Your punishment is you don't get to taste my cunt today. But I might have thought of something better~"

Anon feels a body pressing onto her from above. Monika's breasts squish against her back, Monika's thighs squeeze against her thighs. Arranged like dogs in heat, their genitals are nearly touching. Monika is oozing onto her rear end.

"You're lucky to have such a thoughtful master, Anon. I'll do all the work this time. All you have to do is tell everyone the lewd thoughts about me that you're having."

"Every. Single. One."

Monika rubs Anon in the place she's always wanted to be rubbed. She's all wet. Monika breathes into her ear, her soft hair streaming across Anon's back and onto the floor.

"I-I-I," Anon tries to search for her feelings. "I-I can't believe you're doing this to me."

"Don't tell me that! Tell the whole world! Tell them what Monika's doing to you!"

"I can't believe Monika is doing this to me! I can't believe she's making me feel so good!"

"Perfect! What else? Dirty talk! Dirty talk for a dirty mind!"

"Monika's making me into a deviant slut!"

Monika pushes two fingers inside her. Anon's back arches as she makes a cute sound of complaint and desire.

"Monika's fucking me just like I've always wanted to be fucked! I'm... I'm being enslaved by Monika, and I like it!"

"You're just pretending," Monika whispers. "You don't really love me that much, do you?"

"I love Monika, I need her, Monika's the best! Just Monika!"

Monika begins to bully Anon's clitoris with a single finger. It's so hard and slick now, as if it wants to be punished. Anon cries out sweetly at the sensation as juice runs down her legs.

"I'm becoming Monika's slut! I'm just an obedient animal for her to use!"

"Tell them about your private parts, Anon. Does it feel good? Am I the best at this?"

"Monika is the best, the best there is! My pussy is salivating for more of Monika's touch! I can't control myself, when Monika touches my cunt all I can think of is cumming!"

Monika's rhythmic thrusting in and out becomes noisy and messy, juices dripping out. Anon's other hole is twitching, alive with movement. Sweat makes her hair cling to her face

"Are you about to cum, Anon? Tell me."

"Yes, just a little bit more, Mistress! I'll be a quivering slutty mess for you soon!"

"Mistress. I like that. I like that very much."

Monika suddenly stops. She slowly removes her fingers from inside Anon and gives herself a taste of the liquid.

"You want to cum, I know. But I want to cum, too~"

Monika stands and swiftly shimmies out of her skirt and panties in one motion. All that remains are her leggings and the long, athletic legs wearing them. The rest of her is blushing flesh - soft skin, hard nipples, a dripping nether region. And eager eyes.

"Now. Shall we continue?"

Monika bends and mounts Anon again like a dog. One hand teases Anon's breasts, the other is working Anon's privates.

Then, Monika begins to grind. Forcefully. Anon can feel herself being humped and rubbed against, Monika slathering her with juices all across her rear. Some runs down into the crack of her butt and mixes with her own.

"It's a good thing your ass is so thick, Anon, otherwise I wouldn't have anything to push against! Ahaha~"

Monika increases her rhythm with a grunt. Her breathing is becoming ragged, and she's making small noises of pleasure now, too.

"What a slut you are, Anon~! Getting humped like a sow, I guess this is the perfect position for someone like you! And your soft ass really is comforting for a girl like me, so it all works out! How romantic! The mistress and her pet!"

Anon feels a deep sensation welling up in her loins. She's exhaling noisily, her breasts heaving, as Monika is making a puddle of her genitals. She can't last much longer.

"I'm sorry, Mistress, I'm going to cum without permission!"

"Oh, you think so?"

Monika stops everything she's doing and dismounts. Anon is left confused and aroused in the most heightened way.

"Kneel."

Anon gets on her knees. Monika steps forward so Anon can see every glistening bead of arousal on Monika's privates. Her clitoris pokes out delicately.

"I said I'd like to cum, too," Monika says. "But I don't have a toilet to do it in."

"Then I realized I had you."

Monika rubs her clitoris slowly, her hole twitching every other moment. Her chest rises and falls, her green eyes nearly crazed as her excitement mounts.

"Aren't I beautiful, Anon? You made a good choice."

"Yes, Mistress. I want to be your toilet, Mistress."

"Ahaha~! Who wouldn't?"

Monika grins slyly before her eyes widen. She gasps girlishly and makes a "hmmnn" sound.

"Drink it up, I'm doing this for you, because you love it, Anon!"

Monika parts her lips. She squeals as a stream of fluid spurts into Anon's waiting mouth and across her face, down her collarbones, across her breasts. Anon can't swallow it all as it's coming. Monika lets herself go, allowing orgasmic fluid to run down her legs and onto her stockings.

"Do you want to cum, Anon?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Then go ahead. Finish yourself off while looking into the eyes of your mistress."

Anon is lost in emerald in a moment. Her whole body is inflamed in passion, and knowing Monika is watching her, knowing Monika knows all her desires, she's proud to be a complete slut for her mistress. Quivering, her clitoris tells her it's time, it's beginning. Orgasm emanates inside her, renewing her obedience to Monika in an instant, until she's kneeling in a puddle, trembling, her mouth open, her tongue lolling out, her whole whore body on display.

It's over. But Monika is still there.

"We've made such a mess, Anon. But you'll clean it up, won't you?"

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