Kink-Vember 3: The Governor's Games

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#3 of KinkVember Stories

On day 3 of Kink-Vember, Diane Foxington has a very strange, fetishy day, and tries to hold it together.

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Kink-Vember 3

Theme: Diane Foxington

Title: The Governor's Games

Diane Foxington, the governor of California, sat behind her desk as the Golden State's newest head. The vixen smiled, putting her heels on her desk and crossing them at the ankles, her hands behind her head.

"The Bad Guys in jail - and actually going to stay there for a year or two - and that annoying little hamster shoved into a cell all his own...heh. Things are probably going to be pretty boring until the next election," she said, chuckling to herself. "Going to have to find something interesting to keep myself from going crazy."

Knock knock.

"Come in," she said, bringing her legs back down.

"Package for you, governor," the human mailman said, holding out a small box.

"Huh. Didn't expect anything today. Official?"

"Not as far as I know, ma'am."

"Heh, well, hand it over."

She took the cardboard box with an amused shake of her head. The mailman darted off again, shutting the door behind him. With a practiced flick of her finger, she cut the tape at the bottom of the box and slid her hand in -

"Ah!"

Diane yanked her hand back, hissing at the residual shock at the end of her fingers. Whatever was in there had just zapped her, or at least, that's what it felt like.

The vixen got to her feet, taking a step back from her desk. The gray suit felt tighter than usual, and everything definitely felt more...sensitive. A lot more sensitive, now that she thought about it, the sort of sensation that she usually got when she -

Oh ho ho, no. Not at work, hon. Not at work.

Reaching for the top right desk drawer, she pulled it open and dragged out a pair of tongs.

"Who's the crazy one now?" she muttered, gripping the box with the rubber-coated tong tips and slowly upending it.

To her shock, it wasn't a bomb or anything particularly dangerous. If anything, it was something that she normally wouldn't have minded seeing that much, though under the circumstances, it was definitely embarrassing. A black silicone butt plug slid out of the box, landing right on her desk. Diane blinked, poking the plug with the tongs. It leaned, swayed, then settled back on its fat base.

"...Huh..."

It wasn't the first time that someone offered her something like that; college had been filled with weird experiences, after all. But it was the first time that it had turned up in the mail with no explanation. The fact that it was at least as big as her fist didn't make things any better, either; someone clearly had a rather overly-high estimate of her anal skills.

Amused despite herself, she put the tongs down and leaned over the desk. She tapped the plug with the tip of her finger -

ZAP!

And just like that, the plug was gone...

Except, well, it wasn't so much gone as it was moved...and moved deep. Diane gasped, her eyes going wider than ever, and she all but slumped over the desk. She forced herself to breathe deep, her tail going up high as she wheezed from the heated, near-painful stretch.

"Hoooooo, boy...oh god..."

Her claws nearly gouged out part of the top of her desk as she got used to the feeling of that thing being inside her. The only good thing about the experience was that it was lodged inside already, and there hadn't been any sudden thrust to get it in. If someone had tried to shove it in, no way it would have fit, but now -

"Nnnngh..."

Diane bit her lips as her ass tried and failed to push it out. She reached back - oh god, she could feel the fat base of that thing through her skirt - and pushed it in. The slight pressure of her hand eased the discomfort of it trying to escape her ass, and...well, it didn't feel bad being that stretched, as long as she was taking care with it.

But how had it -

ZAP!

Diane's lips were wide open with a shaky gasp of pleasure before she realized that she was standing at a meeting table. Her top had come open - not much, just a bit, enough to show a hint of the bra below her jacket - and she swore that the plug was pulling at her hole. She leaned against the table, taking a deep breath before looking around.

She had an audience, now, and they were people that she really didn't need to see her acting like an idiot. Chiefs of finance, the leader of her opposition party, and several different backers for both her campaign and the capitol were all sitting in front of her. Some had raised eyebrows, one - the leader of the opposition - smirked, and all were waiting for some sort of explanation.

Diane stood up with a smile, hiding the sudden burst of pleasure that came from just shifting positions. She yanked one leg up, 'kicking' herself and at the same time ramming the plug in just a bit deeper to keep it from pulling on her rim.

"Let me just kick myself for interrupting myself," she said, chuckling. "Now, where were we..."

Her eyes danced over the table. Contracts, a couple of laws - right, the whole idea of a new county library system, one that ran state-wide and would allow much better loaning between the different branches.

A lighter 'zap' hit her, and -

Wouldn't be that bad to let them see how much you could take, a random thought hit her. Just turn around, let them see that thick plug inside of you, and then slooowly push it out. Let that big black plug just pop out into your panties and -

"Okay! Mr. Otterton, if you wouldn't mind saying why you haven't signed on with this plan just yet?" she said, pushing that idea out of her head as fast as she could.

"...I haven't even heard why we should do it in the first place, Governor."

"Heh, well, I could give you a few hundred reasons why a well-read group of citizens is a good thing, but I can't think of a good reason to keep from opening them. Why don't you start?"

"Well, if I must -"

The way that he looked at her with such frustration made her think of how Wolf occasionally glanced at her. That angry-horny look that Mr. Wolf had all the time had been -

Rip that plug out of me and use your dick instead. I'm loose enough you won't need lube. I'm not going to say -

ZAP!

Another shift, and she swore that damn thing was bigger. She was seated at her news-reading desk for a late-night announcement, and -

Diane's eyes went wider than ever as she realized that her pants were gone. She surreptitiously looked down from the feeling of a draft down there, only to barely hold back a yelp as she yanked her chair up to the desk. No pants, no panties, no nothing. She was completely naked down there, and from the sounds of the camera crew, she was on the verge of going live.

Nothing they haven't seen before, said that intrusive little thought once more. You could get up and dance and it would probably get you reelected better than any of your policies would. Get out from behind the desk and dance on it, shaking your ass, squatting down and masturbating while riding the plug, and -

SMACK!

She slapped the papers down on the table, and everyone went silent. One of the cameras was on, and the vixen pointed a finger right at it.

"I don't know who's responsible for this, and I don't know how the hell you're doing it, but knock it off! I got a state to run, and I'm not going to be pushed around like this."

The camera light remained on for one, two, three seconds before turning off. The plug disappeared in a rush, and her clothes came back, much to her immense relief. She shifted back and forth in her seat, adjusting the collar of her suit before plastering a smile right back on her face.

Tomorrow, she'd start an investigation into what the hell that was. Tomorrow, she was also going to track down the mailman that had brought her that plug and tell him to never, ever, ever bring her something that wasn't triple-checked first. As oddly hot as the day was, she had responsibilities, and she wasn't going to mess with that.

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Draconicon leaned away from the monitor, glancing to the world-orb that was running the simulation. It was reasonably well-crafted, as most of the enchantments he made for these purposes were. He gathered the general experiences of other people, the love that they had for certain elements of a piece of media, and then he added his own tweaks. Sometimes it was for a little overall 'feel' to the world, other times it was more for the sake of having a little bit of fun and excitement. Today, it had been more of the latter, and he'd been rather eager to see the lovely Governor of The Bad Guys act like a hot little butt-slut in her own world.

Instead, she seemed to have gained a little self-awareness, avoiding the programming that he'd added to the enchantment over the world. He folded his hands over his lap, shaking his head.

"I guess if any of them would have been able to break through..."

Ah, well. If anything, it told him that he'd gotten a little lazy with the Rule 34 enchantments. He'd have to go back to the drawing board or get some of the other members of the school to help him. Wouldn't hurt to update some of his techniques and see if he was missing something.

After all, better to figure out the problem while out of the world rather than in it. If things went wrong while he was inside of the simulation, that meant that he'd have to figure out how to debug the enchantment from inside. Having done that several times before, that was much harder.

"Well, Ms. Foxington, looks like you earn a reprieve for now. Let's see if the next iteration of you is as lucky," he muttered, getting to his feet. "Let's see where self-awareness snuck into you..."

The End

Summary: Diane Foxington has a very strange, fetishy day, and tries to hold it together.

Tags: F/solo, Risk of Exposure, Diane Foxington, Rule 34, Draconicon, Simulation, Butt Plug, Anal, Extreme Insertion, Corruption, Corruption Attempt, Kink-Vember, Embarrassment, Stand Strong,

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