It was a mistake to cum here
Your cum sucks dick
A splash of cum to seal the deal
Counsel of Cum
All-consuming Lord of Cum
Dick, Heir of the Cum Throne
Swallow your rod
Cum-suck God
Cum-Messiah
Give me the cum scar
- OblivionFall, "the Cum Chronicles"
The streets leading to the city square in front of mayor's office got filled with rallying protesters. Unlike dozens of other times, these seemed to have a sense of fashion. They networked and agreed to dress like the labor movement of past century, except somewhat turned to eleven. Caps of leather and felt looked almost authentic. Breeches and boots were definitely sexier, more fitting, and more decorated. Jackets were shorter; who opted for coat, kept it open. Blouses, shirts, and suspenders seemed strategically chosen to emphasize the rallying crowd members' wonderful charming breasts, and not a single upper shirt button in sight was actually fastened. Most shirts were unbuttoned down to the third. Some were held together only by a knot.
Yes, all within the rallying crowd, besides police officers guarding the perimeter, were female. Not only that, but their skin colors varied from saturated pink through red all the way to violet, and some of their caps had custom-made holes for horns.
"Whadda we want?" - "CUMMIES!" - "When do we want 'em?" - "NOW!" - "Whadda we want?" - "CUMMIES!"...
"Who is there on the streets?" the mayor asked, coming back from his lunch break.
"Succubi, sir. They planned the rally four months ago and notified us in advance. I tried to remind you yesterday and this morning; you must have forgotten."
The mayor glanced outside. "What do they want?"
"Sir, are you fine?" his aid looked at him as if trying to understand if he was sick.
"CUMMIES!!!!" the crowd shouted in near-perfect, well-rehearsed unison, to the point that their chant reached even well-insulated office.
They held their multiple banners and signs up.
"Free Cummies." "Equal Cummies."
"Make Cummies, Not War." "Save Lives, Give Cummies."
"Universal Basic Cummies." "No More Cummie Emissions Into Environment."
"Love, Life, Cummies."
"Red Booba for Dark Minister of Cummies."
One, small sign on the side read "Will Work For Cummies".
"What, they don't have any?" mayor asked.
"They want more," his aid replied.
"Do they have any reasonable demands? Something they actually want me to do?"
"The usual, same that every election cycle. Abolition of marriage, unlimited visitation rights to prisons, legalization of assisted masturbation booths in public spaces."
A tiny, petite, short blonde imp with sides of her head shaven, dressed in a cyberpunkish bright pink quilted vest instead of agreed upon fashion, climbed onto the stage and screamed in a squeaky voice: "Shut! Up!!! Red Booba will speak!"
A tall succubus in leather shorts, fishnets, almost non-existent white top, and trench coat covering this stripper outfit, with a large lapel pin, white drop on star-shaped red field, stepped up on the stage.
"SISTERRRS!!!" she roared so loud that mayor heard her clearly, despite her not using a microphone; clear enough to notice that she spoke with a French back throat rolling R. She raised her hands up and to her sides, and... well, her booba were most definitely present and very, very red indeed.
"Red Booba!! Red Booba!!" the crowd cheered.
Most of her speech was usual political oratory, which mayor was never a big fan of. She had a sweet and strong voice, he had to admit, and unlike her fellows who were various kinds of cute, beautiful, charming, and sexy, she alone looked just magnificent. Mayor thought to himself that it would be nice to see her closer. He proceeded with his usual tasks for today, without noticing how time passed, until he got a call from chief of police on the radio.
Looking outside, he saw something definitely not to his liking. Rallying succubi were building road blocking barricades and tented camp. He was not going to tolerate them messing with the city's logistics for more than several hours, but they definitely were showing willingness to proceed for several days.
Taking less than a minute for decision, he ordered emergency broadcasting horn speakers on the administrative building turned on and connected to his microphone.
"This is the city mayor. I am ready to negotiate with your leaders. Proceed to the entrance, you will be met and welcomed."
Red Booba, blonde imp, and three other succubi went forward, the crowd separating in front of them. Mayor went down to greet them personally.
"Stupid new human mayoR," Red Booba half-mumbled, half-thought.
"For me, to 'negotiate' with you, stupid human, in stupid clothes," she approached the curb in front of the building.
"Stupid slob, with your stupid dad bod, Receding haiRline, puppy eyes, flabby wet palms, mumbling voice," she was climbing the stairs.
Heavy wooden doors opened; mayor, without assistants or guards, and the protesters met on the porch. Red Booba spoke first even before he came out of the doors fully.
"Our movement, our stRuggle, our libeRa..." Her jaw dropped.
"Hello. Glad to finally meet you in person; sorry I haven't visited first and earlier after the election. Shall we come in?"
She did not notice as she was already shaking his hand.
"Oh. Oh! Hi, haha, I mean, hello, mayoR, misteR, siR, AHEM! Nice to meet you finally!.. Hahah."
She never once cared enough to follow the elections, or debates, or actually find out anything about running candidates, considering her duty to be amassing the crowd afterwards and passing the demands to the winner. She has not even bothered to look up the mayor's face before this moment.
