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Mockery Jay	By : Fizzer Category: G through L > Hunger Games, The Views: 6127 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After I had lost my virginity to Snow and poisoned him with a nightlock tablet, there was this rush of adrenaline that I felt creep over me. It was incredible, a feeling I hadn't felt since the first time Gale and I had left District 12 undetected to do our hunting. It was as if I were free in more ways than one. The districts were now free from Snow's power, and there was a new regime on the horizon after District 13 had dropped a bomb following Snow's passing. It was almost as if the weight of the whole world was lifted off my shoulders.

With Snow dead and the Capital claimed by the Districts, I no longer had to be the mascot for the resistance. No longer did I have to be a pawn in this war I never meant to spark. No longer do I have to be the Mockingjay.

I had to repeat that sentence over and over in my head. I'm not the Mockingjay anymore. I'm not the Mockingjay anymore. Every time I thought about that my smile grew wider, no Vaseline required to do so. This long period where the Capitol could bully us around and have us play their games was finally over, and my life could finally return to normal. Or at least something resembling normal.

Every time I think that I have to remind myself how much has changed over the course of the last four years. District 12 was no more. Peeta went mad and was turned into a killer by Snow to attack me. The world found out district 13 was still a thing. I've suffered years of PTSD not just from the Games but this war. And of course I now had augmented breasts and had gone from wearing a protective suit of armor to...nothing.

That's when it dawned on me that I was still naked inside the helicopter, with Cressida and her camera men still oggling my body. When I arrived I was still wearing the Mockingjay pasties and that tactical thong, but neither of those things were present inside the helicopter. I remember taking them off as I pleasured Snow, but I guess neither Cressida or her crew were able to retrieve them in time before the bomb dropped.

As I realized I was stark naked, I covered up my private parts, even though everyone had already seen them. It was just bizarre to feel so indecent in front of people I had the chance to know better since this war started. I could feel my face turning red, flushed with embarrassment from realizing I was still in the buff. After clearing my throat, I speak up. "Did anyone bring a spare change of clothes?"

Everyone looks around at one another, shrugging or shaking their heads in response. "Sorry, Katniss." Cressida responds. "I guess none of us really thought to bring any."

"Nothing at all? Not even a spare pair of undies?"

Cressida sighs, I imagine out of guilt, and takes off her jacket, handing it back to me. This leaves her with only a white t-shirt on, but it's not like she's more exposed without it anyway. "Here you go." she says. I thank her before I put it on. "It doesn't exactly cover the bottom area, but I can't change out of everything right now."

"I know." I respond, zippering her jacket. "It's something at least, Cressida. Thank you." I watch her smile warmly before she spins around in her seat, turning back to the helicopter's windshield to keep an eye out for District 13. Once it was spotted the helicopter pilot took us down, and we landed just outside of the army depot. Making our way off of the chopper, we ducked to avoid the blades as they slowed down, walking back to the subbasement that was the district. Other than us the depot was empty, everyone likely gone for the air raid on the Capitol. That was a relief for me, because the last thing I wanted was for more people to stare at me with nothing but a jacket and platform heels to help consider me clothed.

The rest of District 13, however, was still around, and I didn't want to go back underground without something to cover up my crotch. I turn to Cressida, asking, "Can I get some pants first, please?"

I catch Cressida staring down at my crotch, her breathing getting louder for a moment. "Not a problem," she responds, only to quickly add, "but under one condition."

"A condition? Now of all times?"

"It's worth it, trust me." she assures me.

"What is it, exactly?" No sooner than after I asked that question did I find Cressida push her fingers inside of my snatch, causing me to gasp in a way I never knew.

"I want you." She nudges her head at the camera men, telling them to move ahead, hopefully to find some pants to change into. They march off with their equipment, leaving Cressida and myself by ourselves, the producer grinning as she awaits an answer.

"Okay..." I said as I let out a weak sigh, knowing I likely wasn't going to get anything involving clothing otherwise. Cressida leads me to a nearby wall, one I assume is away from any cameras that might be set up in the depot given all the crates and supplies surrounding us. She pins my shoulder to the wall, and the first thing she does is lean into my face, her lips planting themselves over mine in a surprise only to myself. She covers my mouth as I open to gasp, and I can feel her tongue moving about inside to tangle with mine. I don't know what lead Cressida to do this, or what I was supposed to feel, but I do know that at this moment I just kissed a girl, and I likes it.

My eyes shut, embracing Cressida's kiss as I place my hands on her shoulders, her thumb pushing and rubbing my clit, making me feel the same way I had when I sat on Snow's lap not too many hours ago. I winced, moaning while my body shivered from Cressida's touch on my clit, holding her close to me. It was the most sensational moment of my life up to that point, and the most passionate feeling I had with anyone ever. Even Peeta and myself kissing in front of the cameras never felt so enticing to me. I just wanted more of Cressida, more of her kisses, more of her tongue and more of her touch.

My hand decided to run down Cressida's arm, feeling her exposed skin as my fingertips felt her soft skin. I hear her moan into my mouth, likely enjoying the feel of my fingers on her body. I make an attempt with both hands to undo her pants, wanting to return the favor she was giving to my clit, but she pulls back from my mouth unexpectedly. Her hand removes itself from my crotch, grabbing mine and pinning them together over my head. "Nice try, Mockingjay," she says, slyly shaking her head, "but this isn't about me. I just want to make you cum."

Moving my wrists into one hand, she keeps them pinned over me, her lips returning to kiss mine as her other hand moves back to my groin, bringing three fingers inside my pussy as I heave from the feeling of insertion. They may not be as big or long as Snow's cock, but I still felt my pussy being stretched out by Cressida's digits. I let out a grunt as she pushes her fingers outwards, doing her best to make my pussy wider, but for what reason I don't know.

Then I whimpered, feeling Cressida force her pinky into my vagina, my juices running down my lips and onto her fingers. I started realizing that she wanted to get her hand as far inside of me as was humanly possible. I don't know what drove Cressida to attempt this, but I wasn't hurting from it if she tried that goal, just aroused by the idea. Her fingers rubbed around inside me, my breath heavy as Cressida pulled away from my mouth, and I looked at her longing for satisfaction from her touch. “More...” I begged with weak breath. “Give me more...”

“You're sure you can take it?” she asks me, her eyes looking at me to ensure her. I nod my head, and that seems to be the only answer she needs. “You're the boss.” Cressida said before shoving her thumb alongside her fingers, her hand almost inside of my pussy. I let out the weirdest heaving noise, my hands balling into fists even while Cressida still keeps them pinned over my head. For a producer with little experience in the Games or war, she had some very impressive strength to keep them held up like that. There were now five fingers inside of my pussy that just hours ago went unpenetrated until Snow deflowered me. I couldn't even believe I could handle so much inside of such a tiny little place, as it always seemed impossible to me. While Cressida made the attempt to push further inside, her hand slowly inching it's way in while stretching me out, she let go of my hands and grabbed the zipper of her jacket, showing my augmented breasts off once more. Her lips reached out for a nipple, suckling on one enough to cause me to moan again.

“Feels nice, right?” Cressida says, looking up at me. I give her a nod, and she smiles back. “Let's change it up just a bit. Turn around and stick your ass out now.”

Without hesitation and going off instinct, I spun around while Cressida kept her hand in my pussy, lifting my leg up as I pivot over her arm. Resting my breasts and hands against the wall, I pushed my ass out for her, moaning as I feel her pushing inside again. My pussy was so wet, slicked by my juices enough that it was dripping onto Cressida's hand. It allowed her to push in more easily, and I can feel her up to her wrist inside my vagina. I cried out in anguish, yet felt so pleased by her fist at the same time. I groaned like I was in pain, yet enjoyed the pleasure so much. Tears started forming from my eyes, but I could tell right away that they were tears of joy, reacting to the pleasure Cressida's fist was relieving me of.

"Oh fuck..." I moan, looking down at Cressida's arm, watching it thrust her fist into me, "fuck me harder, Cressida. Fuck my wet pussy, harder...harder..."

"You're sure you want this?"

"Yes, Cressida I want to cum so badly! Please make me cum, make my wet pussy cum!" I begged her as I cried out, feeling my vagina reaching its peak. I was so close to bursting out, and I couldn't hold back much longer. I couldn't tell if Cressida nodded but her pace picked up, her fist thrusting harder into my snatch while I hear sloshing noises caused by the juices she was pumping out of me. As I bite down on my knuckles, my eyes shut and I hear this disgusting roar escape my mouth, my vagina gushing out around the producer's fist, causing her to pull out and watch as a cascade of fluids squirts out of my hole. Even with my eyelids covering them my eyes still rolld back, with too much pleasure to take from the sensation Cressida just gave me

There was a puddle of my cum underneath me, some of the splashback hitting my legs and Cressida's jeans. I spun around, my back against the wall again and saw Cressida's hand covered in my juices, which were trickling down her arm. My face was a mess, my makeup running thanks to those tears of joy. I sniffed through my nostrils, still recovering from the orgasm I just experienced. But it wasn't fully over just yet, as Cressida walked up to me, her fist held up to my face.

"It looks tasty, doesn't it?" she says, teasing me. I whimper out a yes as I stare down her wet fist, watching her unfold it and stick out two fingers just out of reach of my lips. "Go ahead, then," she says with a smile, "give yourself a taste and tell me what you think of yourself."

Taking a deep breath, I craned my neck out to her fingers, opening my mouth as I shudder at the thought of what flavor I might have. I've never tasted anything that came out of the private regions before, so I was very worries this experiment could leave a foul taste in my mouth. Then I closed my mouth down, pulling back on the fingers as I suck my flavor off of them. I let my cum sit in my mouth before swallowing, getting an idea of how it was. It came off very flavorless, but I guess that's better than a horrid one. Swallowing, I give Cressida a weak smile, and say to her, "I taste wonderful."

"Glad to hear it." Cressida replies before lapping her other two fingers of their wetness. She moans, licking her lips before saying to me, "You're right Mockingjay, you do taste good."

I let out a sigh, my smile fading to a smirk. "Cressida...please don't call me the Mockingjay ever again. The war is over. I don't need to be a figure for people to idolize anymore."

The producer shrugs at me. "Suit yourself, Katniss," she says, "but I wouldn't expect anyone else to be able to drop it so quickly. A lot of people looked up to you after all."

I nodded, feeling my strength return and push myself off the wall, even though my knees were still shaking. "You just said 'looked', past tense. Are you saying they don't anymore?"

"I couldn't say, but you saw how Snow looked at you during that scene. And after you said your goodbyes did anyone else think differently of you?"

I thought back to that moment, and she was right. The way Gale wanted to grope me, Johanna spending her goodbye trying to cum on me, Haymitch...well that's just Haymitch...but then my mom seemed to shame me for this, all to save her and Prim and everyone...I think out of everyone that showed up the only person that didn't treat me like my name wasn't Katniss Everdeen was Effie. Even right now Cressida, someone I looked up to and had helped mold my presence across Panem as a means of motivating the resistance, just had her fist inside of my cooch all so I could get a pair of pants to wear back into the district.

"Yeah, they did. But I still don't know what most of that was about."

Cressida didn't immediately respond, her eyes fixated on my hardened nipples until I snapped my fingers for her attention. "Oh, right! Sorry!" she said before clearing her throat. "I guess the thing is, with this war having gone on for as long as it has, it's just a nice change of view to see something, anything that isn't bloodshed or a battlefield or dying civilians. And you're just very easy on the eyes. You're worth staring at, Katniss."

"Me?!" I laughed. "You've helped me make enough propaganda footage to know me by now, right? I'm not exactly a sex icon. I'm just Katniss Everdeen."

"Maybe. But keep in mind...Snow made you get all dolled up to avoid killing off the district. You might have your reasons for pulling it off, but others are just going to see what they want."

Cressida walked away, and I followed behind her. In my head I was still trying to grasp what she said about the others, but couldn't wrap my head around it. Some of it I understand, but why would my mother look at me and be ashamed of something I was doing to save lives?

I guess I'll never know.

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We met up with Cressida's cameramen just before we went inside the district, handing me a pair of military approved pants that I could wear. This was going to be an interesting moment, I said as I put the pants on, though I wondered why I decide to keep wearing these heels instead of asking for military boots. I guess I enjoy feeling a little taller, and I've managed to master the heels slightly so long as I don't walk up any stairs.

Once inside, Cressida and her cameramen walk beside me, and we walk in to hear almost the entire district applauding, and I smile knowing full well it was meant for me. I was a hero in this moment, having killed Snow and knowing the news had traveled quickly to the district. Everyone looked proud of me, and everyone within the vicinity was applauding me...save for one.

I spot my mother and Prim in the back of a crowd, my sister clapping for me while my mother gave me the most disgusted look I had ever seen from her. I guess Cressida was right; I could have saved the district and the one girl in the world that was important to me, but because what I did was so out there she couldn't see me as anything else. No longer a hero, not even her daughter...just another filthy tramp that would walk the streets. And that look really killed any feeling I had done something right in my life, and I just continued to walk forward, faking my best smile as I waved to the onlookers.

I kept an eye out for friends, knowing right away that I wouldn't see Gale as he and the air force were still out there. I did see Finnick and Annie the newlyweds, the two hand in hand as they waved to me. I wave back, but turn my head just as I see Finnick give me a wink. I don't know what or if that means anything, but I didn't exactly have interest in a married man, much less one that I had spent time fighting with and against in the Quarter Quell. I hope he realizes that.

Next I find Haymitch and Effie, and surprisingly enough I find them both together. It's a very strange moment for me to see these two actually at each other's side instead of bickering and complaining, or in the case of their first encounter, a drunk Haymitch trying to grope Effie. That seemed to be just what he was doing as they stood in the back of the crowd. I'm not sure what brought that about, but they seem to work together well, right?

Then I hear someone shout out, "Hey, how about you show us the goods, Mockingjay?!"

I stop in my tracks, looking around for the source of that voice. My eyes finally fixate on Johanna, who has her tongue out, flicking between two fingers as she gave me these bedroom eyes. I look at her in disgust, wondering what she's doing this for, but then I start to hear others chime in.

"Hey yeah, she was almost naked on the way out wasn't she?"

"That's right, she was! Had those pasties on and everything!"

"What happened, Mockingjay, lose a bet? That why you're all covered up now?"

"C'mon Mockingjay, show those titties off, why don't ya?"

"You know you wanna, Katniss!" I hear Johanna shout, again giving her the stink eye. I hold the jacket close to me, even zippered up I was feeling insecure now that my breasts were all they were fixated on. I looked back to see if mom and Prim, Haymitch and Effie, or anyone I knew was sticking around for this, and not all of them seemed pleased with the treatment I was receiving. Mom was already rushing off, dragging a distraught Prim by the arm. Effie slaps Haymitch, likely after he made the whistling sound I just heard. Finnick seems interested in sticking around, even though Annie was trying to drag him away as well. I guess I should thank my lucky stars Plutarch and Coin aren't seeing this, but who's to say they aren't?

The catcalling and the demand to see my private parts becomes too much for me. I start to cry from the pressure everyone is putting on me to publicly expose myself, and without a second thought I rush away from the people of the district, trying to flush out their demands as I find somewhere, anywhere, to go and be by myself for a few minutes.

I bumrush my way through part of the crowd, ducking low enough that they can't see me dart down the long hall behind them and into a janitors closet. Locking the door from inside I rest against the door, sliding onto the floor and curling up as I sniffle, trying to hold back the tears as they come. I have no idea why everyone just turned into what they did, or why Johanna started rioting people into demanding to see my boobs. All I knew was that I was no longer the Mockingjay, but the people certainly still wanted to treat me like a celebrity of some kind, and I wasn't proud of that.

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I later managed to return home, back to the compartment that I shared with mom and Prim. They were home already, but even as I shouted for them they didn't answer. I decided not to make a fuss about it, at least for now. The longer I can hold off another argument with my mother over this matter, the better.

Checking on the beds I could see that Prim was snuggled up with mom. This arrangement was likely the best situation for the moment, but it worried me about something. For the longest time Prim looked up to me. I saved her from the fate of the Hunger Games, I just saved the district entirely just hours ago, and she's told me how much she looks up to me. With the way mother's acted over the situation with Snow, it concerned me that she might just be convincing Prim that maybe I'm not as good a person as she thinks.

I was going to have to talk to her about this sooner or later, hopefully later. But for now I'll sleep in this bed with the clothes I had been given by Cressida and the cameramen, since I might need to ask for some new shirts...

Morning came, and I made my way right to Command, wanting to discuss some things with Coin, most importantly that I no longer be the Mockingjay. Snow was gone, I had done what was asked of me, and now it was time for her to make good on her half of the deal we had made when this war began. I took the least walked paths across the district, doing my best to go unnoticed and at least lower the number of hoots and hollers I might get after yesterday's incident. Along the way, however, I stumbled into someone I had hoped to talk to about everything.

"Catnip!" shouted Gale after he literally bumps into me turning a corner. "Did you hear about how it went?"

"You mean the air strike?" I asked, a little shaken up. "No, but I figured it was a success. It had to be, right? You're alive and well, after all."

"Yeah, no, it was a big success." he said with the largest grin on this face. "We caught some citizens, others sort of escaped, but we have some troops looking around for them. Everything should be just fine."

I nodded, relieved he was okay and that it went well. "How about Snow? Did anyone find his body?"

"That was one of the first places we searched after the raid." Gale informs me. "He was still in that chair where you left him, his eyes were so cold and dead, and he still had this large erection-"

"That's more than I needed to hear." I said flatly, wanting him to stop talking about Snow's boner.

"Sure, sorry. But man could he put me to shame..." he continued, much to my annoyance. "How good was he?"

"He was...I don't know, Gale, that was my first time, and I'm not happy with that, okay?" I shouted, leering him down. "Now drop it."

"Okay, fine," he says, pausing to chuckle out a sigh, "I guess I'm just jealous. I thought I'd be your first."

I let out an annoyed growl at Gale before I march past him, continuing my journey to see Coin. He doesn't follow after me, thankfully, because I'd tear into him if he ended up making things worse off. Then again I guess it didn't help that before I left I teased him that there might be more to offer, but I honestly don't know what came over me in that moment. Was his breast massage that good, that it made me want to do things to him?

Finally arriving at my destination, I see Plutarch and Coin are sitting at the conference table, with Haymitch pacing around the floor. It's not until now I realize I'm still wearing those platform heels from yesterday as I hear them clicking against the floor to stand in front of Coin and Plutarch, who look up from their business to see me as I prepare my short speech. "President Coin," I start, I'm happy to report that the mission to take care of President Snow once and for all has been accomplished. We escaped unharmed, and without any casualties of-"

"I'm sorry, could you please hold for a second Katniss?" Coin interrupted, her eyes fixed on my figure as she rests her chin into her hand. "What is this you're wearing? What happened to your uniform?"

"My uniform?" I said quizzically. "It's in my locker where I've always kept it until we need to film-"

"She doesn't mean your armor, kid." Haymitch speaks up, giving Coin a knowing chuckle. "She means the one you got yesterday."

It doesn't take me long to guess what he's referring to. "The pasties and thong? I took those off during the mission with Snow. We didn't have time to get them when we were evacuating the Capitol."

"I bet Gale took them as a souvenir when they got Snow's corpse." Haymitch said again, to my irritation.

"It's fine, we can simply make a whole new set for her." Plutarch says calmly, while I'm still trying to figure out why they're so worried over some now useless discs and a thong that rides up into my ass.

"Why is this so important?" I finally ask. "I'm trying to tell you, I'm ready to resign from my post as the Mockingjay!"

That causes Haymitch to laugh like a hyena, which tells me he knows what's going on. Coin just looks like the happiest woman alive, ready to tell me whatever she has to. "Katniss I'm sorry. But there's still quite a lot of use we can get out of you and your new makeover in the weeks, months, maybe even years to come."

Suffice to say I was feeling scared for my life. It seems now that one bittersweet chapter is over, a much darker one was about to unfold.
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