VD - Rally Part 1

You have gotten used to being surprised by the ways that things are done in Demon World, but your acclimation is uneven. You have become cool and confident enough that having Demon tailors feeling you up to take your measurements doesn’t have to get you hard, but you are still shocked by certain things.

For example, you have never seen a crotchless pantsuit before. The demon tailor, a red-skinned beauty wearing only a waistcoat and bow tie, looks at you expectantly.

“We don’t have these in my world,” you note uneasily. The suit is white and tailored beautifully. It’s incredibly flattering and you would look cool as hell if your penis wasn’t out for the whole Demon World to see.

Morrigan and Demi are in the dressing room with you. Perhaps it’s not surprising that they find this normal when Morrigan’s daily wear is a strapless singlet with sexy tights and boots. And Demi’s maternity dress today is basically sheer. Something about being pregnant has made Demi’s breasts aggressively pokey, so these are not modest outfits. Still, they’re at least covering their genitals.

“Got to show off your best feature,” Morrigan says, giving you a pat on the rear. That doesn’t feel super feminist, but you can’t back out now. Demi and Tari seem hugely excited and proud of you for doing this, and you wouldn’t know how to push back against all that positive energy. You like to make people happy. Especially your wife.

“Why pink?” you ask. The necktie that goes with the outfit is pink.

“It’s the Party Party’s color,” Demi tells you.

“Did you mean to repeat that?”

“That’s the name of the Party. The Party Party.”

“Oh.” You frown. “And Trish and Albedo? What Party are they in they?”

“The Party Harder Party,” Morrigan replies distractedly. She’s texting someone. “You’ll look good at the rally in that.”

“I have to stand in front of a crowd like this?”

“Of course. But don’t be soft when you do,” Demi says, rubbing your back. “Make sure they see you hard.”

You swallow nervously, starting to blush.

“After this, we’ll need to do some coaching,” Morrigan goes on without looking up from her phone. “Blind Collector is a lock. We have to get you ready.”

“If anyone’s teaching my honey how to Succubus, it’s going to be me,” Demi says firmly, gripping your hand. “I’ll take care of it.”

Morrigan smirks at her. “Jealous?”

“I think you’re jealous.”

“Sure, Demi. Edge her a little before the rally. I want her to be dripping all over the stage when I give my speech.”

“Yeah, so her aura keeps everyone from having to pay attention to what you’re saying,” Demi retorts.

“What do you think people want more? To hear about how we need to stop gutting regulatory agencies? Or your hot wife’s cock?” Morrigan snaps.