“You know, in every other household, I would have to live with a lot of glares right now,” John joked at the breakfast table. The reasons for that statent were both currently drinking their third glass of water. There was a lot of rehydration to do for Cindy and Worlina. The two interviewers barely reacted to his words. They were in the typical post-absurd sex mind-freeze.
It was odd to see Cindy and Worlina without their make-up. Their lips were less outstanding, or had an entirely different colour in Worlina’s case, their eyes less brilliant and their colour less perfect. They did look worse, it had to be said, but John also appreciated the honesty of regular femininity. The literal layer of plasticity was peeled away and the flaws had their own charms.
“Imma give ya a bunch of glares for abusing these poor girls, if ya want,” Rave joked.
“You say that as if you weren’t partly responsible.”
“Oh please, if anything we helped!” Rave defended herself with a wide grin. The second half of the interview had been slotted to last for an hour, but Cindy and Worlina were at the edge of collapse after about thirty minutes. Not simple overfucked, mindless ecstasy, actual physical collapse from the physical strain. John was used to different circumstances, but he was still aware that even most superhumans were not made to orgasm 150 tis an hour.
His harem of utterly depraved girls had been watching the livestream. That was no surprise whatsoever. In order to have their lifestyle, they all had to enjoy it, and if his girls hadn’t at least been sowhat voyeuristic, things would have been difficult. Not everyone could be as satisfied watching as Gno, but they at least had to derive more pleasure from it than they did discomfort. A girl that would have been unhappy or jealous about seeing him fuck others would have not fit with his harem. That was the majority of won out there but, to be perfectly fair, most n struggled to keep just one partner happy so they shouldn’t have looked to get more than one.
Really, John was just as lucky as he was exceptional.
That exceptionality was mirrored by his girls, both in their unusual characters and their extrely attractive forms. These two attributes, or sets of attributes, had been on complete display when his girlfriend had picked up another few volunteers and decided to join the set with a small impromptu orgy to get the remaining ti done. This made it the third out of three instances were John had just obliterated the interviewers and spend the remaining ti fucking Rave and, in this case, tra and Salamander as well.
It had been a lot more satisfying than fucking Cindy and Worlina, John had to admit. He wouldn’t say that out loud while they were around, though. Perhaps he wouldn’t say it at all. His harem doubtlessly knew that he loved them more than his promiscuous encounters. It was nice that they allowed him to have them, but he knew exactly why they were a rare side indulgence. Other won just didn’t satisfy him the sa way. The fact that their bodies could withstand him was one thing, but love was the most of it. Love made the air fresher, the food tastier and the sex greater. There was just no denying it.
The interviewers had still partaken in the orgy, after a sizable break and so water, but his girls had made themselves the stars pretty easily. “Want to make a bet?” John asked, shifting the topic.
“Depends on what,” Rave responded.
“The butt.”
“The what?”
“I said the butt.”
“You said the butt?”
“I said to what the butt, yes.”
Rave snorted and suddenly started laughing, “What are we even?”
“Three rings away from married?” John suggested.
“Are ya not going to wear a mangagent ring?”
“For one, I don’t want to hear that term ever again,” John stated and got supportive nods all around the table. “For two, if I wore a ring for every one of you, I would run out of fingers pretty quickly – and I’m pretty sure Equipnt Slots won’t let anyway.” He wiggled his fingers, most of them covered in one or two marks from Lover’s will. “This is as close as we’ll get there, I’m afraid.”
“But ya will have one wedding ring, ja?” Rave asked, her forehead wrinkled.
“Of course,” John assured her swiftly. “It’ll be the… let run the math quickly… 31st best ring in existence, assuming the harem stays the current size and I give each of you two rings.”
“If it’s supposed to be a ring for all of us, it better be the bestest darn ring ever made,” Rave demanded.
“Doesn’t feel right to put the most valuable thing on …” John humd.
“Then ya shouldn’t wear just the one ring for all of us,” his girlfriend stabbed him in the shoulder. “Anyway, let’s keep the marriage talk for another ti.” She glanced over to the two interviewers who managed to display a modicum of interest. Friends of the harem or not, journalists were journalists and marriage news on the Gar would sell like hot bread in a world that had only ever experienced edible sponges. “What butt were ya talking about?”
“THE butt,” John said.
“So my butt?” Rave wanted to know.
“Is there another one as perfect?”
“Gaia, or so ya say.” The Lightbearer twisted her neck to look at her seated behind. “Can’t exactly compare in the mont. Would have to get Copernicus and Gaia to cooperate so the perspectives work.”
“I will not stare at human butts,” the suncat owed from the couch.
“More for to visually devour.” John shrugged. “Anyway, you know how yesterday was livestread and recorded?”
“Ya seriously asking if I rember 75% of the reason why I ca so hard?”
“You can be pretty stupid. I an, you just forgot about 99% of the work I did.”
“Sure thing, tiger.” Rave rolled her eyes in faked mockery. “Go on then, ya biiiiiiig stud.”
“Well, since you decided to co on in with premiere boob queen and midriff slave,” Salamander and tra grinned, “I was wondering who’s going to be talked about the most. My bet is on Salamander.”
“My bet is on myself,” Rave responded confidently. “I think most guys actually prefer ass over tits.”
“I have less faith in humanity,” John sighed and returned to his breakfast.
Soon after they had finished eating, people from the two news networks ca to fetch their workers. Because of the state they had been in at the end of yesterday’s tussle, this had to be postponed until then. They still didn’t look brilliant, but at least they could walk and were no longer covered in cum.
With them out of the house, John looked to his duties for the day. After about thirty minutes he found himself in his office and did the usual paper mining. Several hours passed. Then two entire days of the usual mix of sex and administration. Wednesday threatened to be much the sa until one of the two maids under his table paused in her cock worshipping duties. “Reminder: you wanted to attend the House of Commons’ session today,” Beatrice said.
“Yeah, I did.” The Gar nodded and checked the clock. In a couple of hours, the first session with the new house mbers from Florida and the ltpot states would occur. The Pacificia representatives would follow a couple of weeks later. Bureaucracy lagging behind real life events was hardly anything new, so a couple of weeks was actually a quick ti for a new state to hold elections. That was thanks to their peaceful integration, leaving little to no internal friction to the processes of democracy. The weeks still dedicated to the transition existed both to let Fusion administrators double check the election processes and to allow the potential electees to campaign.
In a showcase of realpolitik trying to overpower what was efficient, several of the parties had pleaded with John to push back the arrival of the new representatives and the elections in Pacificia by several more weeks. The motivation for this was as plain as day: power. Parties that were currently successful didn’t want their share of seats in the parliant to be diminished because of new arrivals. Similarly, parties that thought they could be successful in the new mber guilds wanted to have the ti to spread their influence. Whether that happened via recruiting people already in the running or just spreading their influence via the establishnt of local branches didn’t really matter that much.
John had resisted those requests at the ti, which the party leaders had been sowhat miffed about. Their annoyance was a price he was willing to pay, if it ant avoiding the setting of a precedent. Every system eventually collapsed under its own weight, as injustices, exceptions and clarification piled onto the basic frawork, and John wanted to keep things clean as much as he could. Knowing everything eventually broke down was realism, just letting it happen because it was inevitable was nihilism. John was not going to be part of the latter category, especially not with how invested he was in the current state of affairs.
“Was it an African proverb?” John thought out loud. “The young n that won’t be welcod into the village will burn it down to feel its warmth?”
Aclysia’s lips slid up his cock until it plopped out into the air. By the ti she started her answer, Beatrice was already taking him into her throat. His diligent maids would never leave him unattended. “I believe so, Master. What makes you bring it up?”
“Just considering the woes of modern society,” John told her, “and how to avoid them. In order for people to care about their ho, they need to be positively invested in it. To be positively invested in sothing ans that one has to feel at least a degree of control over its direction. I guess that’s why centralized systems eventually get unstable. Power gets too concentrated, more people are or feel disenfranchised, and then they grab the tinderbox.” He reached down and patted her white head, the strands of her hair feeling finer than the finest silk under his palm. “Let’s hope Fusion’s culture cos together fast enough that we don’t get blown apart the second our economy stops booming.”
An orgasm for him and three for the girls later, they headed towards the House of Commons. Jack was left behind to do more paperwork.
The chamber was still incredibly empty. Designed to hold up to two and a half thousand people, the many rail-roaded rows of seats of the floor were still largely unclaid. The addition of 46 seats to the previous 100 helped minorly. John looked down from his position on the marble seat of power and beheld the new layout of the House of Commons.
Going from the leftmost, which was the anti-state power side of the spectrum in John’s planning of the chamber, to the rightmost, the state-empowering side, the breakdown was as followed:
The Free party, representing the wish to abolish almost all of Fusion’s institutions and leaving it as a shell in which the pre-Federation anarchy could be allowed again had gained no seats. With outside threats and internal prosperity, people weren’t likely to vote for sothing that wanted to abolish the central hierarchical structure. Seats: 4 out of 146.
The Wrath Party, speaking for people that clung to the ‘might makes right’ motto even as common law was being applied, had gained two new seats. They had also lost two seats to people defecting from them and joining the Project Shield. Seats: 7 out of 146.
Newly added was the Revealers party, dedicated to liberating people from cumberso laws and questioning unnecessary cultural practices such as wearing clothes all the damn ti. They were almost entirely elected by Florida and, because that was the most populated state in the Federation, they ca in as a fairly influential party from the get go. Seats: 12 out of 146.
The Individualists had been and still were Fusion’s largest party, but their goals as a political entity remained equally muddled. For the most part, they leaned libertarian, thus their position on the left side of Fusion’s political spectrum. The lack of a central program or set of clear principles made them little more than a temporary gathering of people that had not or would not join any of the established parties. While they had gained five seats in this set of elections, they had also lost four in the anti due to defectors. Seats: 25 out of 146.
The Fusion Libertarians were, as the na clearly stated, the established libertarian party. The problem with this, as every other libertarian movent, was the question of what constituted the proper size of governnt. This party had outlined what they wanted the boundaries to be, but for so that was too strict or not strict enough, which was why they hadn’t fused with the Individualists. It was also why they were a smaller party than the Individualists. They had only gained one seat, not from the election, but from a defector. Seats: 13 out of 146.
The Economists were a party primarily elected by the people in the Amaca Coast state. They were categorized as centre-left, but their outlook was a bit more muddled than that binary outline implied. What they wanted was to have a marketplace that was free of all regulations – except the ones that benefitted them, of course. On the side that John understood, that included tariffs, keeping foreign actors from ddling too much in the internal market. Further out there were stringent production regulations that would empower big businesses and raise the bar of entry for smaller ones, thus limiting competition. For a party that represented the richest donors, that was understandably the goal. They, too, had gained one seat from an Individualist defector, but none in the elections. Seats: 15 out of 146.
In the centre of Fusion’s current political parties was the Stream Party, representing conservative ideals such as a sturdy central culture, promoting family ideals, and local communities’ ability to live without the central governnt ddling too much with them (while also being a potential help in tough tis). They had gained an additional three seats, two from the election and one from a defector. Seats: 16 out of 146.
Leaning right of the centre was the Centralists party. Colloquially called the ‘John Newman can do nothing wrong’-party, they were staunch loyalists to Fusion’s cause. That was fundantally laudable, in the Gar’s eyes, the problem was that they were so loyal to the institutions that they cheered their expansion on. Because of their unofficial moniker, they also got to ride the wave of John’s current popularity. They had grabbed the last defector from the Individualists and been voted into another nine seats, giving them an additional ten seats in total. This made them the second strongest party in the current House of Commons. Seats: 18 out of 146.
The Supernatural People Party was a conglorate of many fantasy races that didn’t necessarily have a lot in common when it ca to values. However, in order to compete in the political landscape, they had banded together under the things they had in common. The most pronounced was their often unusual, by human standards, living conditions. They were categorized as a party on the right due to their steady requests for state-funded Protected Spaces made to cater to their wants and needs. They had also co to cater to the human voter by talking about general social asures and welfare. This managed to gain them an extra seat. Seats: 12 out of 146.
Project Shield, Fusion’s pri advocates for a strong and heavily militarized central state, were heavily benefitting from the current situation. For one, any outside threat would make people flock to the party that had consistently declared that arms were the ultimate authority of the state. Second, the South ltpot state was a breeding ground for people that looked up to the central authority. With John having ended their local ga of strongn, all that was left were people that thought he was right because he was strong. In the North ltpot, that had driven them to the Wrath Party. It spoke to a more authoritarian character that they decided to go with Project Shield instead. Whether that was a good or a bad thing, John didn’t really know. Neither of those two parties really stood for his personal beliefs. Seats: 14 out of 146.
The last party, the Crowning Party, similarly rode the wave of John’s popularity and the Lorylim threat. Their established party program was to dismiss this entire ‘silly’ idea that an Abyssal republic could ever be stable and wanted John to just end the charade of all n being equal and take his rightful place as the benevolent dictator. Until he accepted the crown, they were happy to just infuse the executive with more powers where they could. They had previously been Fusion’s smallest faction, with a re two seats, but had swollen considerably, getting another eight seats in the recent elections. Seats: 10 out of 146.
John observed this current trajectory with a bit of worry. The scale was not out of whack yet, but people clearly leaned towards empowering the state at the mont. It was no wonder; when the state did a good job, the intuition was to give it more power. While the Gar had co to think that ‘if it ain’t broken, don’t fix it’ also applied to institutions that were doing their job at their current size, the average person was either not as inford or not as invested.
Which also didn’t an that they were wrong. Intuitive responses could be a lot more reasonable than deeply thought-out ones. There were ideas so utterly idiotic that it took a very educated mind to believe them. Lysenkoism ca to mind.
“Mister President, you have the floor,” the Speaker of the House said, beginning that day’s session.
John had more than one reason to attend the eting today.
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