Ilia makes her voice heard

For all her conflicted feelings, Ilia was a revolutionary. She had fought against Kali's moderate faction before! Quickly, she wiped some of the the embarrassing juices off her inner thigh... and into Blake's hair. Then she pushed to the very front of the crowd, rubbing against warm skin and soft curves, her fingers and thighs pressing into breasts and asses as she **** taller girls aside without an apology. She didn't even notice Blake was following her.

When she reached the police line Ilia gave them a bit of a show: switching into a sudden hand stand she **** the armored riot police back a step or two with a whirling kick, her entire body turning a hot red when she realized she was showing off her swollen snatch in the process. Rolling back to her feet, she found she had created a tiny open space in front of the stairs, and had the attention of much of the crowd, and certainly Kali's. She was also hyper-aware of one CRDL member, a stout blond, leaning over to his friends, pointing at her, and mouthing "Dibs!".

"Fuck compromise!" she snarled, and hated how her voice broke... she had no experience or inclination for public speaking. "What about my pussy? What if I just don't want to show it off to men full stop? I've had my flat, boring, 2/10 ass groped so often over just the last week I don't even slap the guys anymore! Just yesterday a human tried to pull me to my knees by this stupid collar and get a blowjob! It's getting worse by the hour, they're reducing us to animals, animals they're allowed to fuck by the way! We're going to be less than slaves, just ****-pets for men! This is demented, Kali Belladonna! You're humiliating yourself, for what? Human c-cock c-c-can't be that good! Can it?" She was out of breath, and her entire skin had turned a dark shade of red that would have been unhealthy on a non-chameleon. Liberatory sentiment in the crowd was surging! Naked bodies pressed against riot shields, and in the back some girls were trying to get a chant going. But Ilia knew she wouldn't win a charisma contest with Kali. If Kali managed to defuse her statement and humiliate her...

"Ilia! Honey! Your butt isn't that bad!", was Kali's response as she respectfully pulled away from Russel. "It's super cute and if you gained a little weight you might attract a whole better class of male attention, I can tell you from experience..." She made sure to teasingly touch the grinning Russel Thrush's crotch with a hip swing as she repositioned herself, earning his hands on her hips.

There was a roaring of laughter from the male bystanders, the police and even some bawdier parts of the protest. Ilia turned from crimson to purple as she tried to cover her naked buttocks with her hands..

"Th-thiiis isn't about my ass at all, you old... slut!", she squeaked, her voice not loud enough to reach the entire crowd anymore. The short blond huntsman was walking down the steps, a smirk on his lips, rubbing his massive hands.

"Oh yeah, Dove, please take care of this collared little disturbance." his leader Cardin said, a little belated. Behind Ilia, Blake pushed to the front of the crowd, her face very serious. Things were about to go down.