VD - Rally Part 5

“You should see what they can do with their feet,” Trish adds.

“OK, she’s just a human,” Morrigan snarls, pointing at you. The robots let you go and step away. You sway on your feet but manage not to fall. Your hand moves on its own to finish the job down there. You dribble a little more cum on the stage, then fan your face. Demons in the crowd whistle and catcall.

“Those are just prototypes.”

“Prototypes that are not subject to any regulation whatsoever,” Morrigan accuses.

“Morrigan,” Trish says, frowning. “Why do you hate fun? Why do you hate Demon World?”

Morrigan takes that in, then sighs deeply. She leans on her podium. Then her fingers dig into it. She wrenches upward, ripping it free of the stage and heaving it at Trish, who cleaves it out of the air with a giant sword that you are pretty sure was not there a second ago.

Jiggling fascinatingly, Albedo dives out of the way. Tari rushes out from backstage to drag you to cover as Trish and Morrigan throw themselves at each other.

Safe backstage, you listen to crashing, clashing, gunshots, and hurled insults going on out there between the two main candidates.

“Am I supposed to help her?” you ask, a bit breathlessly. That was a big orgasm a minute ago. You will never get used to having your butt touched.

“Nah,” Demi replies, gobbling popcorn. “They’re good.”

“Did I mess up?” I you ask. Letting those robots get you off probably wasn’t good.

“You gave them a taste of your aura,” Tari says, licking her lips. “I bet they like that.”

“And Morrigan’s the one who messed up, not you. I don’t blame her, though. I don’t get how those things are so sexy. It’s weird,” Demi says, licking her fingers as she peers through the curtains at the fight. “I want them to step on me. After I have the baby, I mean.”

“Are they going to be OK?” you ask.

“They’ll be fine. This always happens. Usually there isn’t this much talking,” Tari tells you.

It wasn’t that much talking. “I don’t quite understand what they’re fighting about,” you admit.

“Doesn’t matter. The challenger has to find something to complain about. I guess she’s going with unchecked greed.” Tari rolls her eyes. “Like anybody gives a damn about that. Not a great choice of platform, if you ask me.”

“Morrigan knows what she’s doing,” Demi says. “She did get elected mayor.”

“She ran against Celty,” Tari counters. “How hard is it to win a debate against a girl with no mouth?”

“Those robots don’t have mouths, but they got the job done,” you suggest hesitantly.

Tari looks over at you sharply. Then she smiles.

“You look tired,” she says. “Maybe we should go.”

“I want to watch,” Demi protests, still poking her head through the curtains. The ground shakes violently and there’s an especially loud cheer from the crowd.

“Are you tired, Riley?” Tari asks you.

Are you tired? Yes or no?