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None of it made any sense whatsoever. There Pomni was, stark-white naked, on display in front of a six-foot-something purple rabbit in red overalls. All one-hundred-odd pounds of her, the lower fraction of those pounds still damp with arousal from her little "exercise" just prior. The room was filled with the telltale scent of it, too, thick and candy-sweet like some sort of confectionery burlesque. It was, in a word, humiliating.
Said purple rabbit was currently leering down at her with yellow eyes and grin alike. Without even blinking, he slowly raised his gloved right hand to give her a thumbs up. What?
"You go, girl!" Jax teased.
"W-what? What for?" She stammered, looking anywhere but directly at him.
"Oh, yenno, just being you." He beamed. "You really just got right into it, huh? Barely even hesitated. You've got spunk, kid."
At that, she felt a now-lukewarm drop of fluid slip down her thigh. Gulp.
Jax had seen it too. "Er, figure of speech, I didn't mean–"
"H-how did you even get in?" She wondered, wishing to be literally anywhere but here, naked in front of Jax in a body and room that weren't even hers.
"Told ya, I have keys to everywhere, your room included." He patted one of his side pockets, quite small and presumably some sort of hammerspace for the aforementioned keys.
Why oh why why why had she picked the worst possible time to give in to her carnal urges?
"That's–creepy as heck p-please don't do that again." Why was Jax such a jerk?
He just rolled his eyes at her, which directed her attention to the neatly folded jester's outfit on the nearby chair. Oh right. Clothes.
"I'm gonna get my clothes, can you at least look away please?"
"You got it, toots." He immediately complied, but snuck a peek the instant that her back was turned.
Wow, that outfit doesn't exaggerate her hips after all, it's all her , he thought.
She must've looked ridiculous slipping back into the jester suit, but at least it meant being covered, even if there wasn't any underwear to be found. The outfit was somehow flush to her body with barely a wrinkle, and she was acutely aware of just how warm she still was below, a nagging reminder of what she'd been caught doing.
She yanked the jester's cap–bells and all–off the bedpost and pulled it down over her eyes in shame.
"Okay. You can look now." What did it even matter? Jax had already seen everything, nothing of her was left to the imagination.
He must have been spying from the closet the entire time, watching her first inspect her body and then proceed to work herself into a frenzy. She'd never shown that to anyone before, not ever, she'd never had the time for a real relationship, back when…when, er… And now Jax had violated that, seen her at her most private, without ever even asking and, and…
She was crying. The tears came off in larger-than-normal droplets, maybe with large eyes came large tear ducts too? Or maybe every sensation was just magnified here, including crying? All she knew was that her sniffling was beginning to seep into the hat's fabric. As above, so below.
Then, there was a weight beside her on the bed, and a gloved hand against her back. Jax was attempting to comfort her, though he wasn't exactly doing a great job of it.
"Aw, cheer up Pom-Pom, it's not so bad. Hey, most of us tried it pretty quick too when we first got here. For some of them I even watched." he bragged. What a sick bunny.
Pomni lifted the brim of her hat just enough to make bleary, red-eyed contact with him.
"B-but… why are we even able to do that? Caine said t-that–"
"Yeah, yeah, family-friendly show all that biz…turns out, Caine doesn't care if you're borking it in the comfort of your room" he explained, "but walk out that door that way and you'll have two censor bars covering you up. Wouldn't that be a shame for you, huh?"
He wasn't seriously flirting–just messing with her, right? Regardless, she was totally unprepared for the implied revelation that the entire circus was just as debauched as she was. How did that like, even work, for some of them?
"Wait, so that means, all of you have…but how does…"
"Oh yeah, naughty bits, yep we've all got 'em. Varies from person to person, yenno–Zooble's real weird, though, just a warning."
"Wait, Gangle too?" She was literally ribbons and a mask, there wasn't anywhere on her body that could even support any sort of erogenous zone!
"Hmm, come to think of it" Jax pondered, eyes rolling up to the ceiling. "I guess hers is more abstract, heh. She's into bondage, ropes, ribbons, that sorta thing. Kinda cliché if you ask me."
Pomni started to laugh, real genuine mirth not out of frustration or madness or anything bad. It was just so patently absurd.
"Oh my god that's so dumb. It doesn't even make any sense! Why even simulate that?" She giggled. It was such an adorable sound, Jax couldn't help but smile even wider. Pomni was as cute as a button, and he was hoping he'd get to push hers.
"Hey, beats going insane amiright? 'Course, with how sensitive you must be you'll give yourself brain damage doin' it too much." He playfully narrowed his eyes down at her, god he was so tall. "On second thought, go for it, that'd be hot to watch actually."
His flirting was quite clear now, if still weird and…a little disturbing. Jax liked her?
Her next laugh was a nervous one, in sharp contrast to the first. "Ehh–eheh? Would it be?"
He was still watching her intently, but something had changed. Before she could only see slightly malicious playfulness behind his eyes; now there was something else, something darker and hungrier.
"C'mon Pomster, you must've seen yourself. You sure spent a whole lotta time looking into that mirror anyway." That was putting it rather charitably, she thought. How was he so casual about this?
Jax returned to examining the ceiling. "Sure you lucked out in the looks department but that ain't all. The kinda vibe you're putting off, since you got here, it's really doing something for me, ha. I like you, kid."
Ba-bump , her heart had suddenly decided to get extremely loud. Her pupils shrank to near-points and she felt a strange fluttering in her abdomen, while she scrambled to come up with a response.
"Oh, hahaha!" Her voice was high and breathy. "You-you do?"
Jax's eyes swiveled down smoothly to look straight into her soul. The little jester was trembling beside him; she looked as if she might spontaneously combust at any moment from the aerodynamic friction alone. God, she was just precious, especially when she was nervous like this.
"You betcha, lady." He grinned from ear to ear, or, wait, where his ears would've been if they weren't…on top…of his head…duh. Rabbit.
Pomni wasn't sure if it was just how he towered over her even while sitting down, how nothing whatsoever seemed to phase him, or knowing that he'd probably watched every second of her little pleasure experiment with rapt attention–but she was very possibly more flustered than she'd ever been in her entire life. She'd never–before–she'd always been shy and a bit of a loner, people had never been very interested in her really…
Humans. Humans had never been interested in her. But an evil tall digital purple rabbit was, somehow, and he, haha, wasn't even bad looking really! He had a nice smile and eyes she could get lost in.
She squeaked when he moved his hand onto her cheek, still wearing that sheet-eating grin. Suddenly she was very warm underneath the jester's outfit.
"Eep!" Without warning he'd pinched her cheek between thumb and forefinger. Her face being so stretchy meant that the corner of her lip was pulled along as well, leaving her looking comically lopsided.
Jax stuck out his tongue at her and chuckled. "God, you're just so cute, aren't you? Bet you'd let me do whatever I wanted to you, isn't that right Pommy?"
That–that wasn't true, right? She had some dignity, dangit…no, not anymore, not really. Jax had seen everything, seen her make an absolute mess of herself, so how could she play innocent to him? He probably guessed–accurately–that it was far from her first time doing it either. Oh God, did he know, know what a little freak she was, what she'd even bought the headset for in the first place?
He was still pinching her cheek, a bit puzzled by her anxiety-riddled silence. "Hey, Earth to Pomni. You hear me?"
Was she really about to let a cartoon bunny take advantage of her? On that subject her rational mind and somersaulting-stomach gave entirely different answers.
She raised her eyebrows slowly, giving the best "needy puppy" expression she could muster, and nodded. Yes. She was.
He unpinched her and placed both gloved hands on her shoulder pads. That let her cheek shift back into place with a soft schlip . On cue, her lips began to quiver the instant they were reunited.
Before she could even react he'd reached behind her neck to unzip her at the back.
"What're you–" she whined, it was all happening so fast. He quickly stilled his hands.
Jax pouted for a moment but quickly recovered. "Hey, if you want me to stop, just say the word. Promise, bunny's honor and all."
That was good news, she guessed, though she felt a bit guilty for interrupting him at all. "No, please…please keep going."
"Sure thing, P." In practically one fluid motion he guided the zipper down to the small of her back. He started to try and pull down her sleeves to free her front, too, but met with some difficulty.
"Geez, yenno, you don't have to sit there like a doll like that. Not that I mind or anything it's just, tricky isn't it?"
She gawked at him, seemingly frozen with nerves. Both of her fists were clenched atop her thighs.
Jax sighed. He gingerly lifted one trembling arm, then the other, guiding the sleeve off of each.
Now Pomni bloomed out of her clothes like they were the petals of a flower, the fabric pooling around her waist. Her chest, complete with a few drops of sweat, was totally exposed to him now. Jax looked from red nipple to blue and back again like he was picking an ice cream flavor. It wasn't really that dissimilar, right?
"Lovely balloons you've got here, miss" he finally offered, wrapping his hand around the left one. Her eyes fluttered shut from the sudden contact.
"Jax….mmmf" she moaned, fighting to even speak while his fingers roved all over her breasts, "shouldn't we–ah…kiss first?" He'd stolen several bases, but then, what base even was it to spy on someone getting off anyway? Fifth?
"Nah, I'm good. What do I look like, your husband?" He said matter-of-factly. Kissing was an innocent thing, not to mention that as a rabbit his lips were actually quite sensitive, too much so for him to easily stay in control. No, Jax wanted Pomni's mouth free of any obstacles purely so he could see it when she inevitably drooled.
"But…ohhhmygosh" she began, cut off by a flick across her nipple that shot pleasure directly into her brain.
"Wow, you really are sensitive, huh? That's so interesting…Tell you what, sure, I'll give you a kiss…" He pulled his hand away, and she closed her eyes in anticipation…
…and felt something hot and wet sucking at her breast. Her eyes flew open and there was Jax looking up at her, his mouth latched around her. Rabbit ears occasionally jostled the bells at her hat tips when he moved to service her.
Pomni shuddered, oh he was so good, too good with his tongue, flicking back and forth tirelessly to drive her wild. She wondered where else he could put it to work, if he would even do that, if he would devour her that way…she squeezed her legs together at the mere thought of Jax busily lapping at her clit, watching her so intently for her reaction.
And reactions she gave him in ample supply. Oh how lovely they were, the way she squeaked and squirmed and whimpered endlessly as he rolled his tongue around her sweet puffiness. She tasted like candyfloss made solid, like some sort of frosting maybe, and she really was beginning to drool now, but of course he had more plans for his little toy than just a "kiss".
He pulled back and left a thin film of spit on her. He licked his lips. "You're welcome, sugar. Literally."
For the first time since they started Pomni moved on her own, grabbing at his arm.
"Jaxxx…" she pleaded. She wanted–no–she needed for him to keep touching her, to keep making her head so blissfully foggy she felt high.
"'sup, Pomni?" He winked. God he was being so annoying, he easily resisted her attempts to pull him towards her and kept his hands so achingly far away. She grew more and more desperate.
Pomni was so flustered that she was rapidly losing the power of speech. Instead, she fidgeted in her space and glanced below to where her peeled-down outfit hid her lower body from him. Surely Jax knew how needy she was, how shamefully wet he'd made her already?
His eyes followed her gaze, thank God, but he stayed put. "Aw, Pommy, is there something you want from me?"
Ugh, he was going to make her beg, then? Alright.
By some divine inspiration she was able to pause her trembling, look him in the eye, and say six embarrassing words to him as demurely as she could:
"P-lease, pput your fingers inside me." Surely that'd do it, right?
Jax was totally nonplussed. He feigned surprise by throwing up his hands like he'd been the one caught red-handed.
"What, these?" He moved each thick, gloved finger in a wave motion. It was hypnotizing. "Yeah, I've been thinking about it…gloves stay on though."
Oh. Maybe she should reconsider. Each of his fingers was about as wide as two of hers, even if part of that was the cartoon white glove…oh what the heck, surely he couldn't damage her in any way Caine couldn't fix. "OK." She practically whispered.
In a flash he was lifting her just off the bed so that he could pull the rest of her outfit off. It seemed effortless for him, either she was really light or he was really strong or a combination of both–in any case, being rabbit-handled by him like that was a dizzyingly good experience.
She sucked in her breath with a hiss when her lower half was exposed to cool fresh air again. Their little adventure so far had left her and the costume rather embarrassingly wet in the crotch department. But Jax didn't seem to mind–quite the opposite, in fact, he could barely contain his glee.
"Sit back, make yourself comfortable" he said, ushering her to the pile of colorful pillows at the headboard. She scooted over while keeping her legs together as much as she could.
He towered over her even on his knees. Before when she'd been exposed to him like this he'd shown commendable restraint in mostly maintaining eye contact. But now she'd given him permission to look wherever he wanted and oh, oh it was so worth it.
"–You're such a pretty little thing, you know that?" His taunting praise dripped with genuine longing. Pomni did her best impression of a tomato yet.
"Oh, wait," she went to remove the stupid jester hat only for him to catch her by the arm.
"Nah, keep it on. 's cute, you're my little fool, right?"
If she wasn't already, she certainly would be when he was finished with her.
Without further ado he spread her legs to finally fully reveal what he'd be working with. He couldn't resist snickering a bit.
"What is it? W-what's wrong?" Panic crept into her throat.
"Oh, nothing, sweet stuff. Just expected, I dunno, one of those rainbow clown wigs or something. But nah, you're–"
"E-heh?!" Why would he think that? Had Kaufmo–
"–perfect. Good enough to eat, even."
Oh, wow, maybe he would use his tongue on her after all, if–
Pure, desperate need coursed through her from the place where he made contact. He'd only just brushed his palm against her while positioning his hand between her legs but even that was enough to break off all thought and force out a gasp. "Hnnnnahh"
"Good, then? Thought so. You're too easy, Pommy." Jax started to grind his hand against her–it was so wide it spanned the full width between her legs–and Pomni instinctively moved her hips to match his rhythm, mindlessly grinding right back. The more friction she managed to get the more her whole body burned with radiating pleasure, and so before long she was essentially humping his hand with reckless abandon.
"There's my good little fool, you're doing great." He cooed. Hopefully she could still hear and understand him, even if any reply would be drowned out by all her desperate mewling. "Still want my fingers in you?"
Pomni let out a long and pathetic whine like a sexed-up tea kettle. Down below where they were joined she could just barely feel–when she pressed herself against him–the point where his palm split off into those thick, dexterous digits, oh so tantalizingly close to where she needed them right now, needed them to satisfy the ache inside her. "Jax…" she managed, "please…"
Her lapine tormentor only smiled. She was coming apart like putty in his hands. He resolved to torture her just a bit more.
"You're a needy thing, aren't you Pommers? I gotta wonder if you were always like this, back where you're from." This teasing was quite lost on her, however, as at the exact same time he'd finally begun to gently probe at her with his middle finger, even though it still remained infuriatingly outside of her.
"Jaxx…" She whimpered, and tried in vain to push him into her herself by lifting her hips. But he was too quick, too focused to fall for such a trick.
Jax pretended not to even notice–that pattern on the ceiling was just so interesting right now. "Or maybe it's just that body of yours sending all the right signals to your brain, I dunno. You got pretty lucky in here–I mean look at me, I'm a big dumb bunny. And you're a cutie-patootie package trying to fit herself on this bunny's fingers, ain't that right?"
"Jaxxx!" Okay, okay, no need to break his toy so early.
His hand practically formed a seal against her lips as his finger pushed into her. She relished the accompanying stretch that finally, finally scratched that itch inside her. To her horror, or pleasure, or maybe both, her hips were moving on their own again before he'd even gotten the second knuckle into her, a truly pathetic display that gave Jax exactly the submission he wanted from her.
His gloved finger sure felt different than two of her own, thicker and a bit rougher too, but it was unquestionably better because he knew exactly where to press inside her, that spongy weakspot that put blindspots in her field of vision when he rubbed against it and coaxed unearthly sounds out of her throat. He was very, very good at this, even supplementing the stimulation by regularly bearing his wrist down against her clit to send little electric shocks skittering all through her nervous system.
She needed to be closer to him, even one finger bottoming out in her wasn't enough, she needed more. Her left hand tightly grasped the colorful sheets for physical support while her right entwined with his left for the emotional side of things. She must be an absolute wreck, she thought–somewhere in the remotest corners of her brain that wasn't consumed by the feeling of his fingers within her, anyway. But Jax, he was looking at her utterly enraptured. The noises she made for him were pitiful and sweet and sexy all rolled into one–the neapolitan triple treat that was cute little Pomni.
"How we doing there on the brain damage front? Good?"
"Goo–mmmfffrickk…" she groaned. He chuckled–he'd just begun to insert a second finger into her.
"Gosh, P, this is a tight fit, you okay?" The string of drool at the corner of her mouth certainly suggested she was, in fact, very okay.
She looked up at him with those adorable pinwheel eyes. "Y-yeah…"
Oh God, mmmff…he was really stretching her now, molding her around his devilishly talented fingers, she wondered if she'd remember the shape of them, long afterwards…She'd long since discarded any semblance of higher brain functions, and replaced them with knowledge of just how to move her body against him so that her eyes rolled allll the way back into her skull. Her pupils might've been replaced with little hearts for all she knew. Heat was pooling in her belly and he wasn't stopping, he was never going to stop; she was going to desperately cum around his fingers if he didn't–god, she'd cum on anything he wanted her to, if only he promised to never, ever, ever stop pressing all of her buttons like she was his personal stress toy.
Anything, yes…her thoughts ran wild with the image of Jax leaning over her, filling her with himself and at last breaking that veil of smug self-assuredness that surrounded him. He was a rabbit, after all…so he could fork her like one, surely even he wouldn't be able to remain so remote when he felt for himself just how badly she needed this with no glove or filter between them.
She'd always turned to pleasure to calm her anxieties and banish the boredom from her previous life, but this was something else entirely, on a higher, digital plane. This was breathless, mindless, tearful even; strings of unfinished murmurs from her lips and the brain-melting feeling of Jax's fingers invading her molten core. It was frightening just how close she was, if Jax continued like this she worried she might actually drown in bliss. Not that she wanted him to stop, oh no no.
"Still think this is a dream, Pomni?" He laughed. If it was, it was an exceedingly wet and vivid one, but no–she preferred this now to whatever reality she'd left. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, maybe even planned this from the start, scheduled her unraveling...
"Ja-ax, I-I…" She shook with anticipation, she was just seconds from the peak now, if he so chose to finish her off…
Jax grinned expectantly. "Sure, go ahead P." Ohhh…god, yes , J-Jax, thank you thankyouthankyouthnku…
Her thin legs slammed shut around his arm as if to beg him to stay, stay perfectly still while she comes undone. And she did indeed come, back arching off the bed, offering up gracious squeals that started and stopped erratically with every ecstatic wave of pleasure that washed through her. Her toes curled in her stupid mismatched pointed shoes–she never did take them off. And as she squeezed and fluttered around his fingers she realized just how much of her they took up, how greedy she had been–and how worth it it'd been, she fit around him like, well, a glove.
Her mind was in a haze and slowly rebooting. She couldn't remember when he'd extracted his fingers from her, but there he was now, caressing her cheek with his other hand wearing a tender look on his face.
"So, uh, you still gonna be looking for that exit? Maybe gonna calm down a bit?" He queried, the usual sass returning to his cadence, if it'd ever even left.
"I–I think I'll stay a while, actually" she giggled. There really weren't any real risks to staying here that she could see, unless it was possible she could go insane and get abstracted from having too much sex–what was it that Jax had said about brain damage? He was, haha, joking, right?
"Cool beans, P." He narrowed his eyes off to the right, smiling again. Wait, was that…the shadow of a blush on his violet cheeks? It couldn't be…
"You're not half bad, really. Yenno, if you're interested, I can always come back tomorrow…still got a lotta ideas I'd like to do to that pretty body of yours, heh. If you're open to it, that is." By any chance, those ideas didn't include pinning her down and lovingly looking into her eyes, did they? P-please?
Jax hopped off the bed with a grunt, and–honest to God, cross her anxious little heart and hope to die and respawn in real life–extended his hand like for a handshake. Was he for real right now?
"Don't worry, this one's dry", he teased, "I'll wash the other one…probably gonna lick it a bit first though later, to be honest with you. Ya taste good."
Pomni squinted up at him in amusement. "Pffft…thanks, Jax". She accepted the handshake, though it was really more of a hand-clasp due to the size difference between them.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
"Hey, uh, Pomni? It's me. I'm just checking…to see if you're in there, and like, okay you know…cuz…and, and you know, don't worry about yesterday, okay? It's alright, just, hey can you hear me?"
That was Ragatha's voice, transmitted through some kind of speaker like an apartment intercom.
"Yep, I'm gonna go. See ya Pomni!" Jax disappeared into the closet with the speed of a paramour fleeing the scene of an affair. Wait, where was he–
She slid open the door to find nothing but clownly clothes and paraphernalia. Huh. What a strange man Jax was.
"Yeah, uh hang on" she shouted. Hopefully Ragatha could hear her? She rummaged through the pile of clothes to find something that was dry and not overtly hideous. It was easy to forget just how weird this world was sometimes.
Well, anyway, at least she had something to look forward to.