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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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"This is a joke, right?"

I had taken a seat away from the conference table, giving Coin and Plutarch a Kubrick-like stare while I had my arms folded in a most uncomfortable manner. It was hard to adjust to where I held them at, since my boobs had been expanded surgically recently. I came to let them know I was done with playing Mockingjay and wanted my freedom back. But it was clear the second they asked about the stripper outfit I had worn on my mission to kill Snow that they had other plans for me, something I don't think I'm going to like very much.

“Why would we joke about something as serious as moving forward after the war?” Coin asks, wearing a smile that would make her motivations transparent. “Snow may be dead, but Panem still needs it's Mockingjay.”

I glare over at Haymitch, who can't hide his laughter no matter what. I'm pretty sure he knows what's in store here, and it's something he knows I won't like. “I killed President Snow,” I remind Coin and Plutarch, “I have done all I can to motivate the resistance without getting involved in the war itself. I've still been shot at, choked at by my own friend who, by the way, is STILL under the effects of Tracker Jacker venom, couldn't speak for days because of that...I've done all I have been asked of, and even now you want me to continue serving my duties to this new Panem as the Mockingjay?!”

“Yes,” Plutarch responds, his mouth open as he pauses, as if still processing what he was about to say, “but let's just say that your position as the Mockingjay is about to go under a rebranding.”

“Rebranding?” I ask, still very much upset. “In what way?”

Both Coin and Plutarch open their mouths to reply, but Haymitch is the first to say it, obviously very anxious to spill the beans. “They want to turn you into the Capitol Whore!” Then he goes back to having a laughing fit, the other two looking at him as if displeased with the way he broke the news.

“What Haymitch means to say,” Coin continues, staring daggers at him, “is that we need your new body and...armor...to promote some much needed virility and muliebrity across the continent.”

“You want me to promote sex?” I ask, and again Haymitch can't help but laugh. I just wait it out, allowing him to get it all out of his system before any further conversation could go on. “I'm sorry, but that's...I did that once with Snow just to kill him. And if you haven't noticed,” I nudge at Haymitch, “I don't exactly have this image of being sexy, or being sexual in any way. If you want someone to promote that sort of thing, I'd suggest maybe Joanna, or a couple like Finnick and Annie. I don't need this anymore, and I just want to spend time with my sister again.”

“Right, the sister that sparked this war.” Plutarch says, smirking. “It all began when you volunteered yourself in your sister's place. Then you and Peeta played up the love story, then the Nightlock berries. Then the failure to calm the flames following your congratulatory speech in the districts, the Quarter Quelll...it's interesting how one small moment of your life allows everything to be catching fire.”

“But with the death of Snow, the takeover of the Capitol, those flames have been doused, Katniss. You don't have to worry about protecting your sister anymore.”

“If that's the case, thank you so much for just undermining these last few years and making a mockery of it by wanting me to walk around practically in my bathing suit, flaunting about like I'm some cheap hooker.” I snap back. I didn't like that this was how they were handling the situation, treating it as if I no longer needed to protect Prim. She's grown a lot as a result of these last few years, now working on the medical staff in the district, and I know she can take care of herself. But this idea they were trying to push onto me was severely insulting.

“And I'm sure that was in the back of your head when you let Cressida fist you in the army depot.” Coin said, a chill now going down my spine. She smiles as she sees in my eyes the realization that they knew about that. “Oh yes, Ms. Everdeen, we had some cameras in the depot, how neither of you noticed that is impeccable. But there's also the footage that she has of you and Snow getting it on back in the Capitol. You didn't think we weren't keeping track of that, were you?”

“You wouldn't...” I growled, my hands gripping to the edge of the table out of anger.

“If you don't comply to our new terms for you, we will. And everyone in Panem will know what a big slut you were for President Snow.”

So there it was. President Coin was blackmailing me into walking around the Capitol like some sex craving deviant. If I do it, Panem looks at me like their new fuck toy. If I don't do it, everyone slutshames me for fucking Snow to poison him. It's as if that broadcast was suddenly forgotten about in everyone's minds, but I wouldn't be surprised if that can be pulled off all of a sudden. As if being a hero beforehand would suddenly no longer matter. You wouldn't think that people would be so quick to forget things, but sometimes the world surprises you when sex is thrown into the mix.

“Fine. I'll play your game.” I say with a scowl. Before Coin has a chance to say anything more, I raise a finger to her. “Under some conditions.”

“Oh no.” Coin laughed casually, shaking her head. “The time for you to make demands to play these games is over. Snow is dead, we'll let your friend Peeta live while someone treats him, but otherwise you are now officially our bitch.”

“I wouldn't use such strong language to describe Katniss.” Haymitch spoke up. “But the president has a point. You're not in the same position you were when this war started to make any demands, kid.”

“But you're going to need me, aren't you?” I ask. “I'm still the mockingjay. I'm important to the cause.”

“Yes, but not in the same way you once were,” Coin assured me as she pulled out a remote control, “when you went under the knife for Snow yesterday, I had your prep team add a few features that I deemed special to our use. I think you'll find them quite unique and desiring.”

After giving the remote a closer look, I can see it's a touch pad device. Though I can't tell from where I'm sitting it seems like Coin is pushing upwards on a tab, and immediately I feel something in my chest, a pain I'd never felt before. In a matter of seconds my fake breasts start to grow out, breaking the zipper on the jacket. They still continue to grow until they're the size of watermelons, my hands holding them up underneath while I fear needing to regain my balance before I collapse from my seat to the floor. “What the hell is this?!” I shout, horrified at how ridiculously huge my boobs have gotten.

“Just a little sample of the power I have over you now.” Coin says with a smile. “You see with just the push of a tab I can change how you look, Katniss. I can actually make you a much more alluring young woman, a more attractive being. Not just in your looks of course, but your personality as well. So if you can't agree to what we want when we want, we can make you do it. For instance, if you could please Haymitch?”

Sighing as if he wish it never came to this (although I imagine secretly he wanted it to), Haymitch dropped his pants, showing his cock to myself. I gasped, my jaw dropped as I saw that Haymitch had never groomed himself a day in his life, and though he might have looked long, definitely not Snow long, there was a musky scent my nose could pick up from that distance. I did my best to not show disgust at the aroma his crotch emitted, but it was too fowl to disguise any other emotion.

“Now Katniss,” Coin began her order, “I want you to suck Haymitch off.”

“Forget it.” I snarled. “Haymitch has been like a father to me,” not quite there, but close enough for a drunk like him, “I couldn't bring myself to do that!”

“And that's where I step in.” Without a second thought, Coin tapped into the remote, and I felt something in my head twitch. A almost cried out, my brain feeling like it's molecules were scrambled about, and before I knew it, I was letting my massive jugs droop down, a smile forcing itself onto my lips and my head forced to look up at Haymitch. I was aware of what was going on, but I was not in charge of my actions.

“Hello sir,” I said pleasantly, though those words were not my own, “your cock looks as though it needs some servicing. May I wash that for you?” What was I saying? What was I doing? These weren't the actions of Mockingjay Katniss Everdeen, but in spite of my internal cries my body moved off the chair, kneeling before Haymitch and instinctively reaching out for that cock. My hands stroke along it, feeling the bumps of its veins while I hear a satisfied sigh from Haymitch. This was so weird to experience, watching my body involuntarily give my Hunger Games coach a handjob. All I could do was watch on, my eyes fixated on my hands as they gave Haymitch a good massage, my other hands tickling his scrotum.

I couldn't look away, and as I hear Haymitch order me to get close and suck on his dick, I felt my head nodding before my neck craned out, my mouth swallowing the cock at the halfway point. I didn't think I could take that much in, almost impressed with myself while being simultaneously horrified. I can hear Haymitch telling me after some time passed to use my breasts, to which my body forces a nod, my smile still gleaming more than any effort I had made before in the interviews with Caesar. My larger tits were brought up to meet his cock, squeezing his shaft between them and bouncing them to give Haymitch a good stroke. I wanted to look away, but every attempt I made to move a limb or my head on my own accord nothing budged. This slutty little personality that I'm guessing Coin forced on me was in the driver's seat. All I could do was scream internally while they took over.

More time passes, and my body sits back on the seat, but it sits in such an awkward and uncomfortable way that I don't realize what she's doing until she raises her legs up, holding them high while my breasts nearly sag off to the side. I watch as Haymitch tears my pants off, then internally gasp in horror as Haymitch guides his cock inside of me, while the noises coming out of my mouth are moans of delight. The worst part is I can feel Haymitch thrusting into me, helping my body hold my legs up while his cock penetrates me. I can almost feel it too, a feeling that was near similar to how Snow put his cock inside of me, the rod pressing against my walls for what I assume was my own satisfaction, but mostly his own as well. And while this may be a demonstration of Coin's power right now, I'd swear this was Haymitch's way of letting off his own steam. My pussy grows more aroused while Haymitch fucks me, and it doesn't take long until I find myself ready to burst. I hear a voice, probably mine, telling him to pull out. He seemingly obliges, stroking away until he glazes my grown tits with his man seed, and I rub at my clit until I squirt my juices out onto the floor of the room. With a sigh, I look up at Haymitch, and hear myself say, “Thank you daddy.”

The smile faded as Haymitch pulled his pants back up, and I sat upright. A loud scream escapes my lips, and I stop when I finally realize that I'm back in control of my body. Tears roll down my cheeks as I hold onto my breasts, my arms covering my nipples while the seed from Haymitch's cock presses into them. Soon my augmented breasts return to their original size, and I look over at Coin, leering at her with the most deadly expression I could offer.

“You're a monster!” I sobbed.

“I don't have to be.” Coin said smugly. “All I ask of you is that you cooperate with me and our new government when we overhaul the Capitol, and you don't have to be degraded into the little bimbo slut I like to think of you as.”

That was harsh to hear, but sadly she had her point made. It's not a point I like, and it's not one I'd normally agree to, but I'd rather be in charge of myself than some shell of what Coin wants me to be taking over the reigns for the rest of my life. “Fine...” I sniff, wiping a tear away, “I'll do it. I'll be your Mockingjay.”

“Fantastic. That's exactly what I was hoping to hear.” she says, putting the remote down. “But don't worry, Ms. Everdeen, we'll be compensating you for your work and all that it entails. When we move to the Capitol you and your family will be moved into Snow's old mansion, for starters.” My family, which includes my mother who doesn't like what I've done to kill off Snow, moved into the old home of my greatest enemy. There's no way this wasn't on purpose. “We'll also be giving you a salary, one that will likely let you live off the wealth for ages to come. And, of course, you'll be in charge of your new brigade.”

“W-what?” I stammer, my knees weak from the sexual positions I was just in. “What brigade?”

“Well you aren't going to take care of the Capitol all by yourself in one day now, are you?” Plutarch cackles.

Coin continues. “Yes Ms. Everdeen, instead of being a singular Mockingjay, you'll be leading a whole group of them, all of you spreading your wings out along the Capitol and satisfy the many, encouraging all in the districts to move to one singular location in Panem.”

“You want everyone in Panem to relocate to the Capitol?!” I asked, looking at her for being as daft as she sounds.

“We want it to be an exclusive location for our Mockingjays. Think of it like...how do I put it, have you ever heard of Las Vegas?”

“No?” I said, pulling my pants back up. I try to zipper the jacket, but that was busted after my bust grew out, apparently.

“Good enough.” she shrugs. “Think of it as legalizing prostitution, which was surprisingly not legal here of all places.”

Prostitution rang a bell, but I can't remember where. There was no such profession out in District 12, so I had to wonder if it was in the larger districts that such a thing was heard of. I wasn't going to ask about it now, of course. I just wanted to get out of there and away from Coin and her heinous plans.

“That will be all for now, Katniss. Thank you for your time.” As soon as Plutarch uttered those words I rushed out, my heels clicking in rhythm. Once outside the room I huddled up in a corner, balling up into the fetal position until Haymitch came around. I glared at him, daring to say a word.

“I'm sorry.” he said.

“I want to believe you.” I sob. “But you took advantage of me when I wasn't in the right state of mind, Haymitch! Do you know how that looks to me?!”

He hung his head, not saying anything more. He knew what he did, and he couldn't even find an excuse that I could forgive him over. All I did in that moment was cry until I had nothing to cry over anymore.

**

There wasn't a lot to pack up. Our residence in 13 was small, and mom and Prim didn't have enough time to bring everything from 12 on account of escaping for their lives. I on the other hand received my 'uniform' for the new Mockingjay initiative; the same underwear and pasties I had worn when confronting Snow, only instead of my usual jet black it was a shade of red. I hated it, as it was supposed to represent something Snow wanted me to be for his own personal desires. I hated it because it made my friends and family see me in ways I never wanted them to, nor did I think they ever would. It's funny to me how when everyone is getting slaughtered I'm looked at as the next messiah, ready to lead people into a new golden age of Panem, but when everything about me changes I'm suddenly lower than dirt. I'm a toy. I'm someone's sick sexual pleasure.

As I pack up, I sigh. I ask myself, when is it going to be my turn to get what I want out of life? Is it too much to ask for some happiness and freedom on my side for a change?

Apparently so. My mother gives me a scolding look as I turn around, wearing the designated District 13 outfits. No way I was leaving here wearing that thing until I had to. I know she saw the outfit, but I had no idea why she was being so judgmental towards me.

Prim, however, told mom to move ahead of us. I wasn't sure why, I had thought she'd hate me for everything. I was worried she would follow mom's footsteps, shaming me for my decisions. But I also realize we hadn't had a conversation as siblings in a few days, not since Snow's terms were dropped on us.

Prim Everdeen, my sixteen year old sister, the spark that started my path to the Mockingjay, gave me a hug. I could hear her sob into my chest, and I didn't know how to take it. I slowly wrapped my arms around her, attempting to comfort her.

“I'm sorry...” she whispered between sniffles.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, little duck.” I told her.

She lifted her head up, shaking it at me. I could see the tears were still rolling down her cheeks, as if she had so much to let out. “No, I know...I know I'm the reason for all of this. You...you went to Snow to save me, didn't you?”

I nodded. I couldn't lie to my own sister, after all. “Yes. You were the prime reason. Snow, he was going to bomb the districts, and...Prim, you were in the front of my mind when he said that.”

“Katniss, I...I know it's been like this for years.” she says, bawling. “First the Hunger Games, then becoming the Mocking Jay...and now the world sees you as a slut because you wanted to protect me! I shouldn't...”

“Prim...no.” I said sternly. “The choices I made may have involved you, but it's not on you. I've sacrificed so much, but it's worth it. And do you know why? Because you're alive, Prim!” I started to bawl now too. “You're alive, and that's all that matters. I don't care if I pissed off mom anymore, okay? All that matters is you're safe. You're not out there in the Games, or out on the field of some war zone. The war is over, Primrose! You and mom, you can live peacefully in Snow's mansion with me! But don't worry about me or the consequences, because all I care about is that you're alive!”

We hugged, we cried into one another's shoulders, and after a bit of cooling down we moved on, ready to part from the cold underground structure of District 13 and move onto the colorful yet shady amusement park that was the Capitol. As we waited to board, I spotted a familiar face, wearing a familiar outfit I wish I could never see again.

“Katniss, there you are!” Effie shouted, approaching me in the same red pasties and underwear I was assigned. “What do you think, does it suit me? Do you think I'll fit in well?”

“Fit in?” I asked her, unsure what she was talking about. “Effie, why are you wearing that?”

“Well it's the fashion for our job, isn't it?” Effie responded, unaware of the gawking eyes that rested on her. “Didn't they tell you? I'm going to be part of your new brigade!”

My jaw dropped, as did Prim's. I told her to avert her eyes, as I saw a massive throng of men start to crowd her, planting their palms all over her body. Some of them groped her breasts, at least one man dry humped her from behind, and three girls approached her and made out with her. At the same time. But during all of it Effie still had her trademark smile, and I couldn't help but continue watching. She didn't seem to mind the attention, let alone letting a group of men have their way with her short of making her suck them off or fuck her holes. And this was probably going to be every day of my life from now on, letting numerous strangers into my life daily to let them touch and use me in ways I'd otherwise rather not.

And the worst part? Watching Effie get touched like that, it was turning me on.
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