Spruce and Elly Save Christmas (Keijoesque Femdom Story)

With a heaving groan, the huge zealot stomped forward until they were mere inches away from the stand, their shadow falling over Jeremy’s puny frame. “How do you plan to make sure everyone follows your views, exactly? You don’t think we’re gonna be able to change the laws everywhere, do you?”

“I’m glad you asked that!” Jeremy snapped his fingers with a wink of the eye. “One of our members of the cabinet recently elected to ban anything not related to our ethics, no matter what that thing actually is! We just need to change how people view what we don’t approve of by calling people who work for the dictionary, but I’m sure within time, we’ll be wriggling into their hearts like a newborn puppy in the arms of their new owners! …or a tapeworm, as the women outside my home say so,”

“But do you really think government officials all over the world are gonna listen to you?” the hulking churchgoer gave a shrug as Jeremy slacked his arms, disappearing further underneath their shadow. “Do you think you can say something like, I dunno, books about biology or racy movies from the 70s are gonna go away just because you don’t like them? Do you really think other officials are gonna listen?”

“The seventy-seven million, two hundred and thirty-seven thousand, nine hundred and forty-two people who voted me as executive mayor seem to listen to me,” Mayor Jeremy scoffed. “Hell, I might even change my title to supreme executive mayor when all is said and done,”

“Well, what if those seventy-seven million, two hundred and thirty-seven thousand, nine hundred, and forty-two people are just stupid?” suggested the big cult member. “What if there are more people who will be able to step up one day and kick our asses because you fucked up that badly?”

“You know, there are more than six billion people living on this planet,” ‘Supreme Executive’ Mayor Jeremy said. “And with everyone who voted for me, that’s at best zero-point-thirteen percent of the population who still decided that we of the Blue Intelligence Theism of Creativity and Heritage Enforcement Society should handle the world’s affairs. Are you saying that zero-point-thirteen percent of the population are idiots who will eventually go away someday even with the prospect of others who believe in us?”

Without even blinking, the brutish cult member planted their arm flat on the podium before hoisting themselves up to Jeremy’s level. He practically vanished behind their huge blue frame, a frame so big that the back of their robe was lifted by a large, heart-shaped hump that slightly sagged, when they leaned towards Jeremy until he gagged on the taste of vodka on the churchgoer’s breath.

“I do. And I’m tired of pretending they won’t.”

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