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"Election Day"

By Patrick D. Lambert

"God fucking dammit!"

The blue lion jumped on his chair as soon as he heard the shriek coming from the other side of the walls. He didn't even have the time to cross his fingers before the mayor called for him.

"Daisuke! Come here immediately!"

Attired in a plain white shirt and black trousers, Daisuke sighed, then took a deep breath, then sighed again as he stood in front of the double mahogany doors, wondering what was he thinking when he accepted that job. He ran his fingers across his mane--also blue--and checked his breath. Then, he turned both door knobs and walked into the Mayor's Office with the ceremoniousness proper of a butler, not his assistant.

Inside he found--much to his disgrace--the fat bastard "elected" as Mayor of X City: Mr. Wolfo. A grey wolf who probably lifted smaller assistants as part of his exercise routine, oppressed minorities on one of his many burner accounts on Reddit, and had ribs and beer for dinner. The two braids of greasy blue hair rested in front of his shoulders. The pointy ears twitched a little after the lion walked in, and his sharp hazel eyes stared at him with enough energy to cause a shiver in Daisuke.

"Did you call me, boss?" the lion asked in the most polite way possible, looking straight at the Mayor with his big sapphire eyes.

"Of course I did. Care to tell me what the fuck is this?!" Mr. Wolfo demanded while shaking the newspaper in the air.

Daisuke couldn't resist. It was too easy. It was also the only relief he had from that shitty job.

"It looks to me like the newspaper, boss. The Politics section, to be precise," he replied, keeping both paws together and holding his index finger in the air.

The response was instant and exactly what he expected. Mr. Wolfo growled and threw the newspaper at his face, to which Daisuke didn't react. "Worth it", the lion thought.

"If I'd wanted a clown as my assistant I'd have called my son!"

"He wouldn't fit through the door," Daisuke muttered.

"What did you say?!" Mr. Wolfo gnashed his fangs.

"That he would do a better job, I'm sure of it," Daisuke replied with a sincere smile.

"Hmpf...I bet he would."

Of course, that was not a possibility. His son got recently involved in a scandal after being found with several prostitutes paid with taxpayer money. Like father, like son; the only difference was that Mr. Wolfo knew how to hide his tracks. Everyone knew he was corrupt, but good luck finding the evidence.

Daisuke knew it better than anyone. He went from giving massages to Mayor's assistant with a very impressive curriculum in less than a week.

"That fucking journal is against me," the wolf grunted.

The blue lion picked up the newspaper and looked at the graphic Mr. Wolfo mentioned previously. His popularity decreased drastically, not exactly a good thing with Election Day approaching.

"That little asshole couldn't pick a better time to make a fucking orgy," the wolf continued ranting. He slammed both fists over the desk, throwing some pencils and papers out. Then, he looked down and mumbled. "He didn't even invite me."

Daisuke cringed over the idea of father and son being part of an orgy. But before the wolf could notice his expression, he offered a shy smile and shrugged.

"Never thought you were into that kind of stuff, boss."

Like Halley's Comet, Mr. Wolfo flashed a smile every 75 fucking years. And it was... strangely beautiful. For a moment, Daisuke wished he did it more often.

"I was young once, kitty. A lot of bitches left my room satisfied," he said while holding a hand over his crotch. Then, the switch in his head flipped back and his expression changed abruptly. "But that's not what I called you for! How am I supposed to win the election with those numbers?"

Well, it was good while it lasted. Daisuke approached the desk to leave the newspaper over it. "I believe we still have time for some damage control. Although we'd have to do some massive changes in your image."

"Are you saying I'm FAT?!"

"N-no, boss," Daisuke replied, keeping both hands in the air with his eyes closed. "I'm talking about what the people think about you. It's not a secret the citizens think you're corrupt, as many here in the office. Maybe if we get rid of some of them we might see an increase in your popularity."

"That's gonna take too long. Besides, some of them know things about me."

"Hmm... what about a charity? Everybody loves charities."

"Charity? Why would I give my money to them?"

Daisuke frowned. It was obvious Mr. Wolfo wouldn't agree to an idea revolving around being a decent human being. Although... there was one thing he could do.

"How the fuck am I gonna win this?!"

While the wolf began with his bad habit of pulling his braids when desperate, Daisuke walked to the other side of the desk, carrying his chair with him.

"Well, being this stressed won't help you, boss. Why don't you let me help with a massage?"

Mr. Wolfo sighed. He casually remembered he put Daisuke in the payroll because he gave good massages. However, when he saw the lion sitting next to him, his messed-up brain tried to figure out what his plan was.

"I wanna give you a paw massage, boss," Daisuke replied after noticing his confused stare.

At that, the wolf laughed loudly, slapping his belly in the process.

"There are many pressure points all over the body. You can actually stop a headache by massaging between the thumb and the index finger. And the paws have a lot of pressure points. It might surprise you how relaxed you are gonna be after that."

That wasn't exactly a lie. But Daisuke knew the boss could be smart and ruthless in some areas... and a complete idiot in others. And the smile slowly appearing on his face confirmed that. He knew what that cheeky smile said: You're fucking joking but I'm gonna play along. It was the smile he put on whenever someone tried to fool him.

"Well, you haven't given me one of those yet," the wolf mentioned. He put one paw after the other over Daisuke's legs, making sure to hit him hard as his way to say he was still in charge. "Let's see if you can earn your salary."

Daisuke didn't find the action offensive. Things were going exactly as he wanted, after all. Besides, whilst Mr. Wolfo was an asshole, he had some very nice paws, and Daisuke had been dying to find an excuse to put his hands on them.

And with good reason. Mr. Wolfo's paws were big, with fat toes he was struggling not to start sucking, and with soft beans that were begging for some attention. The wolf moved his toes a little as a way to remind Daisuke he was his superior, not knowing the lion was dying inside for how cute that made him look--it also made him forget for a moment how much of an asshole he was.

With his verbal consent--and both paws on top--, the blue lion cracked his fingers and began to work, using his thumbs to put some pressure right under the toes.

The effect was almost instantly, and the wolf sighed in relief moments later. "Well, I must say it's not that bad."

Thank God he didn't look at Daisuke at that moment, whose tail was wagging at full speed. The lion couldn't believe how soft and warm his paws were. He moved his thumbs around, putting some pressure and getting some nice sounds from the wolf. And he tried his best not to let his excitement show beyond his tail, conscious of what would happen if the wolf discovered.

It took him a moment to calm down and remember his goal. Luck was on his side when he noticed the relaxed expression on the canine's face, who was also trying to hide how much he was enjoying it.

"First time getting a paw massage?" Daisuke asked.

"Yeah. No one offered me one before," he stretched both legs and arms. "I'm ticklish down there, but you're doing a good job."

"A lot of people don't like them because of that. But the right hands can do wonders," he couldn't stop from feeling proud of his work.

"You're not that useless, after all."

"And you won't relax if you keep talking. The massage only works if you stay quiet and breathe. I wouldn't say that if I didn't have the experience," he rushed to say before the wolf had a chance to reply. "Just take deep breaths and put your mind in blank. Focus on the way I pressure your paws. Feel my thumbs moving in circles. Feel the slow and tender movements. And relax. Don't think about the elections. Don't think about work. Don't think about anything else but this precise moment and the enjoyment my thumbs brought you."

The thing with dumb minds is they have no resistance. Daisuke wasn't surprised to see how quickly the wolf began to fall into trance. His muscles relaxed until both arms fell from the sides of the chair. He also adopted a dumb-like expression, as if he had too many drinks. Daisuke couldn't even finish before he confirmed the fat wolf was completely in trance. Still, he wanted to confirm that, afraid that his explosive character could affect the hypnosis.

"Good. Good. You are feeling great. You are feeling relaxed. You are getting that weight off your shoulders. Notice how my fingers move all over your paws. It makes you feel relaxed and submissive. Loyal. Obedient. You find in my fingers a pleasure and relaxation no one else can bring you. Whenever the stress is too much, you are gonna find in me the comfort you desperately crave for. And for that, you must put your pride aside and submit. Be loyal. Be obedient. Be my pet."

His expression didn't change a lot. He was still looking like a fat, dumb, drunk wolf. But that was all Daisuke needed. He continued moving his fingers all over Mr. Wolfo's paws, gaining more confidence as he sank deeper in trance. He moved from using his thumbs to his entire hand, rubbing between the toes and ultimately holding one of his paws high enough for him to lick it.

The Mayor's reaction was the most obvious and simplest one: he moaned. Daisuke continued playing with his paws, rubbing one and licking the other. His intention was to carve that pleasure deep in his mind so he wouldn't be able to resist. It wasn't a particularly hard task considering how weak was his mind, but he couldn't waste a chance to eat those juicy paws.

The wolf was melting in the big chair. Reduced to his most basic form, the fat male drooled, moaned, and whined at something as simple as a paw massage. Each lick reinforced the trigger set by Daisuke, a so much-needed satisfaction that only Daisuke could bring through a nice and long paw massage.

Looking at the erection on the tight grey trousers tempted Daisuke into leaving the paws. But not only that was the worst place for sex, but he wanted to take his time with the wolf, building up a desperation that would eventually crush his spirit. And with him being the Mayor, that made the waiting game even more exciting.

Instead, he went for a paw job by rubbing the huge bulge with his right paw, which needed him to pull the wolf closer. The bulge alone wasn't enough to have a general idea of his size, but it sufficed for that session. Right now, his attention was entirely on the two paws he was happily devouring.

"This is the satisfaction only I can give you. This is the pleasure only I can give you. You can't trust anyone else but me to ask for this. With each massage you ask for, you will get closer and closer to me. You are gonna lose your sexual interest in males and females alike, and only my persona will be of your interest. And for me to please you, you must leave your pride behind and become a pet. My pet."

Daisuke continued, giving his tongue a rest so he could focus on massaging the pink pads. Soft and warm, the lion was pleased to see how sensitive he was there. Each time he pressed, Mr. Wolfo curled his toes and whimpered with a smile of satisfaction. The wagging tail reflected the satisfaction felt. Daisuke was pleased with that response.

"You can still be you. But you are going to obey me. You are not gonna admit you're following my orders. Each idea I propose, you are gonna take and present it as yours. And I will accept that. And in exchange, whenever you want a paws massage, you are gonna be my pet."

It looked like the big brute understood the trigger, as he nodded briefly before going back to the regular moans and whines. Daisuke was pleased with it, but rather than finish the session, he continued playing with his pet's paws. He still had an hour before the next meeting, more than enough time to play with his pet.

"In a surprising turn of events, Mayor Wolfo has been seeing a considerable increase in his popularity when compared to the poll published a month ago. Citizens are amazed by what they describe as a 'change of heart', one that started with an internal investigation due to several complaints about corruption, including his own son, who was recently involved in a sexual scandal. While some citizens believe this is a strategy before Election Day, which will take place in a week, many others agreed this was an excellent choice from the Mayor."

Mr. Wolfo turned off the TV. Immediately, the entire room burst into claps. A lot of new faces stood around him, waiting for some words. The Mayor didn't remember the name of most of them--he fired a lot of people, and Daisuke helped him hire even more. So instead he talked to all of them.

"Thank you, everyone. It's been a hard month, and I know a lot of you are tired. But we're doing an excellent job. I'm confident we are gonna win next week."

They started clapping again, and Mr. Wolfo thanked them with a smile--once an oddity, now a common sight. He walked out of the Meeting Room, followed close by his loyal assistant. Some members of his team who survived the purge mumbled whether it was an actual change of heart or a strategy. It was obvious the Mayor was somehow different--well, he was less of an asshole now.

His expression hardened as soon as he left the room. The wolf still disliked that type of meeting, especially with all the young people Daisuke hired. But he promised to keep appearances at least until Election Day. It was an "order", after all.

"How long before we get results?" the wolf asked.

"A couple of hours, probably. We esteem an increase of 20 points, more than our original prediction," Daisuke replied, taking a look at his tablet.

"Good. I guess that 'charity' you organized was helpful."

It was still obvious his despise for that word. The wolf was still the same asshole, after all. But Daisuke didn't mind. As long as he continued doing a good job as Mayor, people wouldn't mind his personality. Besides, the lion liked him that way. It made things funnier.

"Now... I believe today was particularly stressful. Don't you think, boss?"

The question came right when Mr. Wolfo was about to walk into his office. His heart raced and his hand shook, still holding the knob. He looked around to check if they were alone, then swallowed and replied in a trembling voice

"Y-yes... Master."

"And I bet you would love a massage, right?"

His tail immediately started to wag at the mention of it.

"Yes, please!" He exclaimed.

"Well, let's go in, there."

Both of them walked into the office. As soon as Daisuke locked the door, Mr. Wolfo knelt in front of him, holding both hands in a pleading.

"Now, now, someone's eager to play," the blue lion mentioned, pulling from his pocket a black collar with a leash on it.

The wolf couldn't stop his tail from wagging faster as Daisuke put the collar around his neck. His weak mind fell faster than the lion anticipated, and the once fierce wolf was now an obedient puppy in charge of an entire city. And only Daisuke knew how submissive he was. As he guided him to the desk, holding the other end of the leash reminded Daisuke why the wolf loved so much being in charge.

"Get up, puppy," Daisuke ordered after making some room on the desk.

The wolf immediately jumped on the desk and laid down with his belly up. Before Daisuke satiated his thirst for wolf paws, he patted his pet on the head and rubbed his belly, getting a huff out of him.

"You are doing a great job. I'm so proud of you," the lion said, and Mr. Wolfo replied with a silly bark.

He had a big reward waiting for Election Day.