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Pomni laid in repose, staring up at the red and blue canvas of her oversized bed.
Her eyes followed the repeating stripes above her to the corresponding color blocking on her walls.
Red and blue, red and blue, red and blue…
A suitable theme for a room meant for a red and blue jester.
Alone in her room, she thought about tiresome double meanings, and impossible choices.
Red wires, blue wires. Red to stay. Blue to leave.
She closes her eyes, but the darkness behind her eyelids does not offer any reprieve from the flashing primary color sequence.
Exit, no exit, real, not real. Hope and despair, forgetting and remembering. Red and blue red and-
Stop it!
Her mind screams at her, and she opens her eyes with a gasp.
The red and blue have not gone away and she sits up to rub her face with a pitiful moan. She needed to leave this room, what was beyond her door would be no less stimulating but it would suffice to break the monotony and violent wheel turn in her head.
She’d been coming to terms with her own existence within the circus.
Becoming…not content, but accepting of her circumstances.
She had grown to like the other people here.
Strangers forced into proximity for all eternity within the digital purgatory.
Until they abstract, that is.
Despite their lack of human bodies they still acted human together.
Whether their bodies were made of plastic, ribbons or cotton they made bonds and grew close to one another.
But there was no pretense or denial about the stagnation of an existence they lived.
The circus was still their prison after all.
So, when given an opportunity to leave of course they would all leap for it.
To be reminded, teased, led on with a means of escape had ruined that peace within her.
In its wake a barely closed wound had been reopened and now it had begun to fester and burn.
She felt a specific hatred for herself, the fool who had fallen for the ringmaster's game.
It had been her that had listened to the sirens call first after all.
Her who had been led astray and made a fool from the very beginning and convinced others to follow.
She’d been too late to stop it, just as she had come to realize its murky and deceptive nature.
She had fallen for ‘Abel’s’ fable of hope and she despised herself for it.
To return back to that forgiving acceptance for the things she could not change about her life in the circus had now become a bitter taste on her animated tongue.
She despised this place.
Every facet of its design was a sharp rake against her already scorned back.
Her red and blue room that taunted her no matter where she looked. Thrusting the duality of choices that meant absolutely nothing in her face.
It meant nothing in the end, whether it was A or B or C & A.
There hadn't been any new adventures to go on, and no Caine around either. The ringmaster hadn’t shown up or impeded their company with his own since the faux escape plan.
The fall out had been an emptiness, an outbreak of desolate lonesome feelings that made each other's collective company difficult.
Frustrations and past grievances had reared their ugly heads, and the same bonds that had made them human began to bleed.
They all retreated into the ideas and complexes that made them feel safer.
An instant regression of any growth they had made in their own personal journeys of acceptance.
Causing them to break off into little factions where those ways of coping wouldn't be challenged.
Ragatha for one, had taken to spending a lot of time in the darkness of Kinger’s fortress.
Despite the return of the chesspieces' sanity while in the dark. It wasn't so easy to pull things so deep and buried from him.
Things even his most conscientious and collected self could not bring himself to talk about.
Ragatha as Pomni knew her was overtly kind, but that kindness had become baggage to her own self worth.
Pomni didn't have to wonder why the doll would want the chess pieces company; because Kinger was someone the ragdoll didn't have to uplift when she was already drowning.
In his pillow fortress she could just be held in the same darkness that granted him clarity.
Zooble and Gangle, as close as they were, had absconded on their own. Now rarely leaving Gangle's room that they had started to share over the past few days.
The last Pomni had checked, they were both clutching onto a bottle of pink stupid sauce, blasted out of their minds.
She frowned at the use, especially with the knowledge that it was a Caine created modification on their minds.
She couldn’t stand between their indulgence though, not when she herself almost felt dared to have some.
Pomni herself was not technically alone, but whether it be with Gangle and Zooble, or with Kinger and Ragatha she felt a deep lonesomeness regardless of their presence.
Not because they wouldn't have her, but because her anxiety and bitterness made her poor company to be around. Being bitter, that isn't who she is, but the longer she's here, the blurrier her real face gets in her memories. Without a name and a face, would she loose herself entirely to who she'd been outside of the circus?
Thus, she'd remained in her room. Pushing the proverbial rock up the hill and now she's becoming restless the more she saw it fall right back down as soon as she neared the top.
How many times could she try to find meaning in all this when everywhere she looked was proving her efforts wrong?
She climbed out of her oversized blue and red bed to leave her room; and in doing so she looked across the way to Jax’s own door.
The lavender rabbit's grinning face stared back at her, his doorbell was not lit up, so he mustn't be in.
She walked past the marked off portraits of humans that had walked the circus before her.
Forever in memoriam as cartoon caricatures of the people, they'd once been.
Approaching the atrium, she could hear what sounded like the shattering of glass.
She found Jax by himself, standing there with a heavy wooden bat in hand.
Beside him was a pile of random assets that could be found around the circus tent; Flower pots, toys, balls, plates, a gloink or two.
She watched the rabbit pick up an oversized dinner plate before tossing it up, and hitting it with a heavy swing of his bat.
The result of which left him surrounded by a mess of splintered bits of digital pixels.
He notices her immediately, his ears swiveling back to the sounds of her steps. His eyes, dark and heavy, grew more focused on her as she appeared.
“Pomni” he said simply, a dry acknowledgment of her presence.
He had heavy lines beneath his eyes, shadows that dragged down his features. He looked no better than when she’d seen him the last.
After Caine's hasty exit there were many words exchanged, and things shouted. Jax had said nothing to defend his actions, nor did he give any reason for why he hit that red button.
Not that it mattered, it never did given the circumstances.
She wondered how long Jax had been at this, breaking things and standing in the midst of the ruin he created.
She had been hiding in her room, keeping herself ignorant to the things that went on beyond her door. Driving herself mad with red and blue thoughts.
Had he gone back to his room at all? Before the great escape plan the rabbit almost seemed burdened to leave his room. Barely cracking his door open to let in a sliver of light, not enough for her to see beyond the shadows of his assigned space.
She folded her hands behind her back, “How long have you been…uh...doing this?” she asked, referring to the mess with her hands.
Jax shrugged, “Dunno…awhile I guess. I walked away earlier to find more loot and my glorious mess was gone. Guess Caine’s still keeping an eye on us…somewhat”, He says with a little growl at the end.
The rabbit reached down to pick up a gloink that had been snared by clipping into a flowerpot. The little thing quaking in fear, making a bouncy little squeak as it was grabbed.
“You haven't seen Caine at all?” She asked, wincing as the rabbit squeezed the gloink in hand.
“Nope. If I had, I wouldn't be out here in the open. I’m never spending one on one time with that freak again.”, He looked at the Gloink with pointed disinterest as the poor thing shook with terror.
“So he’s avoiding us.” She huffed. It didn't sit right with her. None of it did.
“Well he’s not going to avoid us forever, it would be against his programming”, she surmises.
“If he has the ability to mess with our minds it doesn't matter what he’s programmed to do”, Jax remarked, sardonic and careless as held the terrified gloink in his grasp.
It doesn’t matter…
As much as she loathed it, Pomni had done nothing but ruminate over that same objective fact. Tussled with its weight and felt herself worn down over and over by its sentiment.
Jax was nihilistic and coped by dehumanizing himself and everyone here. It was cruel and violent to everyone and himself, yet he dug his heels into the cold ground when challenged.
So of course, him being proven inconsequentially right after the adventure would mean him returning to his own violent habits, if he had ever truly left them since…
Caine was still watching them, even if he was not actively speaking with them and she hated that. She despised how the digital god lorded over them, incompetent to his own position of power until he wanted to exploit it where he saw fit.
it made her wonder...If their entire existence always has revolved around Caine’s benevolence, then what did it mean if he abandoned them at this hour? What he completely abandoned them?
“I wanna go back to his office.”, she was met with silence, staring at the rabbits back.
Caine surely could not be pressed for answers to a human's existential dread, and he couldn't be held ultimately accountable for the horrible floundering that had become his attempts at gaining their approval.
However, Pomni wanted to drive the ringmaster out of hiding, if only it meant breaking the wheel of the established status quo of life within the circus.
“...do you…wanna come with me?”, she asked quietly to the rabbits back.
Jax, does not respond, he tosses the terrified flowerpot gloink up in the air and readies his bat to swing. However, before he could, the star-shaped Gloink managed to get away from him. It flailed one of its little corners, clipping the rabbit right in the chin and knocking his head sideways with a cartoonish boink! The pot it had been stuck in had shattering into little pixels as it hit the checkered tile of the circus floor and freed it.
“You little-!” enraged, Jax went to swing his bat where the gloink had fallen to the ground. It was too quick for him, the rabbit missed miserably from his target and instead splintered his bat on the checkered floor as the gloink bounded away.
“God!” The rabbit looked like he might go chasing it. His shoulders hunching up, his fists curled around his bat with murderous intent.
“Jax”, she calls his name and when he looks back, she meets him with a serious look. In return, he grimaced back like he was being personally burdened.
“Why would you wanna go there again…even if you corner him, you can't get reliable answers from Caine. He’ll show back up eventually, his ego won't allow his ‘players’ to do their own thing for too long, he’ll pop out acting like nothing happened”, the rabbit rolled his eyes, making his fingers twiddle, showing how truly pointless he thought any endeavor would be.
She disagreed. Something did happen and it had changed not only the way they understood the circus, but how precarious their quality of life within it was. How much better or worse it could be.
Caine wouldn't hide away from them forever, that she believed was true. Caine’s need to be appreciated existed within a vacuum of his own self. He craved their satisfaction and their approval but had no idea how to obtain it without fabricating a situation that ultimately only served to satisfy his own ego.
Is it the machine's fault for not understanding the hands that created it, but craving their warmth all the same?
Caine left alone felt akin to leaving a toddler with a matchbook. She dreaded whatever ideas he might have to remedy this latest blunder, and whatever white lies or half-truths he was still keeping to himself regardless. There had to be a middle ground, there had to be something there to bridge the gap between human and machine. As of now the most human thing about Caine was his bottomless cup of need, he was a set of teeth and eyes. All seeing, and no hearing and listening to anything that wasn't anything but abject praise.
Her eyes glanced briefly at Jax’s tall rabbit ears; they weren't much like a real rabbit. Too round and straight from where they protruded on his head.
If they were to go on, because despite it all the fool still believes in walking forward, Caine had to be found.
She looked above his purple ears, high above them at the hot air balloon entry way, “Do you still have the key to his office?”, she asked.
Wordlessly, Jax withdrew the strange looking key card and waved it as an answer.
Figures Caine hadn't ever asked for the key back, maybe he hadn't even thought about retaking it from the rabbit. Or just maybe it had been a subconscious invitation from the artificial sentience to enter his office whenever they pleased… Pomni doubted that theory.
She could take the key card and leave. She was capable of going alone, but seeing the rabbit, she didn't want to.
They hadn't really acknowledged their own argument, the things he said to her or were left unsaid since the awards show. He had been withdrawn, making miserable company to even himself from what she observed from afar. Despite her own frustration with him she wanted to put it aside, they could pretend that nothing happened for a moment. She just needed his companionship right now, in any capacity she could get.
“If you come with me, you could destroy his office instead” she tempted… gesturing to the mess he’d already made.
The rabbit gave her a look of surprise, before that familiar grin she hadn't realized she could miss, pulled up the corners of his face, “Now you're speaking my language short stack! Lets go find ole Caniac the maniac!" Suddenly enthusiastic, the rabbit tossed the bat aside and followed her lead.
Getting up to the entry was a little tricky without another person to launch them. They’d both jumped off the high ledge of one of the play structures to create the collision. Both of them careening into the air to get high up into the basket.
Sliding into the strangely plain foyer they came face to face with the same double red and blue doors, the shiny decals of stars and moons glinting back to them.
“I-I guess I’ll knock first,” she said, approaching the door cautiously, Jax following with a lazy swagger behind her.
“How polite of you” he cooed with light mockery. She gave him a frown before wrapping her knuckles on the blue door three times.
No answer.
“Figures…” she mumbled.
She looked up at the rabbit behind her, and he had already brought out the odd keycard, waving it near the lock before hearing it click, and the doors creaked open.
The office was the same as it was a few days ago. A long spiral staircase, large display cases and floor to ceiling shelves of Caine's past worlds and maps he’s made.
“Figures he's not here…this probably was made just for the adventure” Jax folds his arms with a sniff, giving the orbs on the shelves an undiscernible look.
“Or maybe he’s hiding from us where he knows we can't get to him” she muttered.
Put out, and already out of ideas the jester hopped on one of the green suede couches in defeat. The rabbit was wondering about the space, fiddling with the globes that stood near the little seating area.
“This was a dumb idea. I should've just stayed in my room” she groaned. Perhaps her overly logical side had thought that by retracing her steps she could get back to the state of mind she’d been before the red and blue buttons.
The rabbit ignored her defeatist words, popping a hand on his hip as he wondered over to the shelves full of crystal orbs. He reached out his golden gloved hand to rest on one, watching the world within it ripple under his fingertips.
“Hmm…hey Cainnneee I'm totally gonna trash your office if you don't come out!~” the rabbit bellowed, revealing his sharp teeth. The ringmaster did not appear, and in that silence the jester met the rabbit's yellow gaze and smug grin.
“Alright, then I guess I’ll just!-whoooop!” with one swoop of his hand, Jax swiped an entire row of world filled orbs to the ground. The spheres collide to the floor with the shrieking sounds of shattering glass.
“Andddd hup!” the rabbit gave a mighty kick to one of the poor renditions of earthly globes, sending it crashing down the stairwell below.
It was like watching a tornado tear the roof off during a storm. Pomni simply watched from her seat as he committed his own chaotic carnage, and let out a small giggle. At her laughter Jax turned his attention to her.
“You gonna get in on this or just sit there and watch” he mocked, putting a hand on his hip and giving her a teasing look. The jester gave the rabbit a slow blink before raising a foot and tipping over the midcentury coffee table in front of her. Sending its blank page books, circus magazines and coasters with Caines logo scattering everywhere.
“There she is! Evil pom pom” Jax makes a pleased trill, and he tosses her a metal bat from where she has no idea as he wields the other one.
They don't say another word as they both spring into action with matching grins. They go for one of the glass display cases together, taking their bats right to its corners before Jax bashes into the center of it with his fist. Glass shattering around them, as the rabbit grabs with greedy fists the faux skeletal models and throws them down to the ground to crush under his heel.
“I think you’d benefit from a rage room” Pomni laughs, hopping over the couch to avoid the glass.
“Sweetheart this whole circus is my rage room!”, the Rabbit scoffs, his attention is pulled to Caine's desk. With its perfectly placed knickknacks and neatly packed bookshelves.
“Right…right” Pomni softly laughed, feeling a bit warm at the nickname.
For a moment the fight they had only a few days ago didn't feel real, how could it be when they were bouncing back like it just hadn't happened at all. Was it okay to just not acknowledge it? To forgive and forget the hurtful things he’d said if it meant they could be happy and have fun like this again?
Did his company mean more to her than her own sense of self preservation right now?
The jester watched the rabbit hop over to the ringmaster's desk, opening the drawers and ripping out all the notebooks, no doubt full of bees and the illegible scribbles of future adventure ideas.
“What's with that face? C’mon we’re having fun”, She hadn't realized she had just been staring again, merely witnessing his own chaos.
She felt the warmth inside her spread, despite how crushing it had all been the fast few days, the past few weeks. This felt good, and she just wanted to hold onto it a little longer by not letting the things wrong with them matter for just a moment.
Jax had completely trashed Caine's desk, dumping out a well of ink on the floor before chucking it against the wall hard to create a giant black splatter.
“Too bad we don't have any matches, or spray paint” Pomni laughed, she ran her hands through the inky mess and enjoyed watching the stain spread on her red gloves.
Jax snorts, “Oh please, I would’ve lit this whole place on fire if I had the chance!”, and Pomni doesn't listen to the small voice that wants to clarify if he meant with or without them in it.
Jax’s own ink-stained gloves moved to the other side of the walls of orbs again, his hand hesitated as he came face to face with the little snowy world and little cabin. Time slows and his ears start to buzz as he looks at the idealized little snow globe world.
“We were friends, you were her best friend”
“I am not!”
Little voices haunting within his head…that's all they were, ghosts at the back of his mind.
It didn't matter then, and it can't matter now.
He lifted it from its place on the shelf and let it fall. When the orb shattered to the ground, he felt hollow staring at the remnants of its glass, and then he raised his hand to keep swiping more off the shelves.
All the little worlds, the adventures, all destroyed by his hand and the memories they held.
Pomni had been playing with the inky mess he’d made, running her fingers and palm through the stain to leave her own mark on the wall. It wouldn't look like a human handprint, but it would be her own.
She’d looked back to see what mess Jax was making out of the orbs and was shaken by the empty look the rabbit held.
Not laughing, not smiling, making no remarks at all. He was completely despondent as he watched them all crash to the floor. His face pulled into an indiscernible blank expression.
His hand reached for the pink cotton candy colored orb of the candy kingdom, and that hazy freeing fog of their chaos had lifted. The joy from the sense of control she had in the moment all went away seeing that bright pink orb in Jax’s gloved hands.
She screamed, a great terror coming over her as she called out to him, “WAIT- STOP!’.
Jax stares at her, like the void itself, “...what? I smashed that whole other side a minute ago” he gives her a mean look, no teasing, no smile. “It's just another fake world”, his gaze doesn't leave her own as he balanced the orb in his palm.
“Not that one!”, She pleaded and his eyes narrow, giving her a familiar sense of whiplash from just how quickly his fun-veiled chaos came to a hard stop to take a nosedive into empty cruelty.
“It's fake Pomni”, he asserts, and he says it so surely like he’s daring her to disagree.
Jax doesn't want to hear that it wasn't. To have his own sick sense of self-assurance broken again she knows.
Pomni, despite it all, doesn't want to think of it as just a fake world with fake meanings. To her, at least the memories it held within it, weren't. It was a place she'd made a friend in, in this strange and awful place. When Gummigoo had looked to her with the loss and fear she saw in herself. She'd made him feel like something more, and in that moment of comforting another she thought that maybe she could survive another day.
Despair came over her so intense at the thought of that moment shattering from Jax’s hand that she launched herself at the rabbit. Scrabbling with him to get her hands on the pink orb.
“HEY-!” The rabbit snarled, raising it high up above the jester's reach.
“No! This one matters to me!” She doesn't care that Caine could always remake it. The ringmaster could reset their bodies, their pain, their minds. Nothing had to have consequences in this world if Caine made it so. To destroy everything and hold nothing sacred meant treading into why any of them still persisted in the first place!
She couldn't and refused to let go of the small finite memories, the precious moments where what she was feeling did make her care. She'd had moments like that with Jax, and it was what made her crave his company, even when Jax never knew what stop meant unless it came to his own fragile pride.
“Are you seriously still pining for that dumb sugar gator? What am I saying… of course you are” he sneered.
“He’s a crocodile!” she snarled back; they wrestled for the orb as she beat at his chest with her ink-stained fists. He had to give it to her! This one little thing and she could be ignorant of everything else he destroyed in this office!
Her hands clung to the straps of his clothes trying to scale his tall body to snatch the orb he was coveting above her.
Why did he want to hurt her like this? To force her to have to contend with his own poor way of coping turned mania. His eyes held nothing for her to grab onto, no anger, no anxiety. Complete apathy to her struggle as he attempted to throw her off of him.
He held shadows under his eyes and when he spoke it sometimes was like he wasn't quite there, especially the days following up to the faux escape plan.
During that adventure he'd actually listened to her reassurances though, and maybe that had just been the same foolish hope they’d all had for escape. He’d gone along with the plan, and he’d done what he was asked, which was a lot more than any of them would’ve expected.
But when hehit that red button, and when it was evident that he’d been right along. He’d broken down into hysterics, laughing until he couldn't breathe with tears in his eyes.
Jax had shut down whatever revelations he may have been able to make about himself and the circus after that day. In its wake was a soulless avatar that only sought to destroy everything by the confirmation that he’d been right, that nothing truly mattered.
He was holding it over her head trying to force her to accept that.
Feeling frantic and close to tears she leapt up to grab it, but her feet had clipped with one of the crushed assets amongst them.
Jax let out a yelp as she tackled him into the floor, her hands yanking the orb from him tight to her chest as they went down together. His back sliding painfully against the shelving and down to the floor. he let out a sharp hissing noise as the sharp digital pixels pierced the mesh of own avatar.
Those hollow eyes of his went narrow with rage, seeing her cradle the sweet orb in her arms, a reverent angry look on her own face.
“Oh my god! You know I can't stand you sometimes! You wanna hold onto all these virtues until you actually need something more than the moral high ground to keep you sane” he hissed out.
“That's not true, Jax”, She gripped protectively onto the orb, scared he might try to take it from her again.
“It is true!”, He sprang up, and she let out a small scream in surprise as she went careening backwards. he slammed her flat on her back, knocking the wind out of her, and causing her to let go of the orb she had been so preciously holding. It rolled away from them, and she whined watching it go.
Before she could crawl after it, his hands gripped both of her wrists and forced them above her head. His knee pressing down on her much shorter legs and forcing her to stay right where he had her pinned.
She gaped up at him in surprise, Jax had always been characterized by his violence since she'd known him. Yet during their fight he hadn't actually used his fists on her, only throwing her off to avoid her attacks. He was only weak in the sense that despite his denial that he actually cared, he cared enough to not want to seriously hurt her.
That was not now though, and she can feel his hands, much larger than her own squeeze painfully tight around her wrists. His eyes horrifically wide, pupils the smallest little digital squares.
“You can try to hold on to it all you want, but it doesn't matter. It never has!”, he snarled in her face. She struggled beneath him, trying to bite at his arms that were keeping her pinned.
“That doesn't mean I want to just destroy everything! I want things to hold onto! It's all we have”, she yelled back.
“Why would you want to hold onto something that's not even real?! We don't even know if we're real!” he screamed, his eyes starting to spiral.
If Pomni had been pushing up her own rock up a hill in Sisyphus fashion, then Jax had completely abandoned his own and was contemplating jumping off the hill entirely.
“What? You want me to say it? That you were right about the stupid adventure, FINE you were right Jax!”, she screamed. The admission came from her as she bared her sharp teeth at him.
It didn't seem to satisfy him, if anything it twisted something worse as it came out of him.
“You wanna act like you despise who I am and condemn the things I do, but when you get restless, when you're bored. You came to me, not Ragatha, not Kinger. Not Zooble, Not Gangle. ME! I’m your thrill in between those moments of clarity, aren't I?!”, He gets in her face, scowling with his eyes terrifyingly bright. His hold on her wrists had been become a death grip. If this had been the real world, they'd no doubt be sprained or broken.
Faces merely centimeters apart, her mind short circuited from where she laid. Is that what she had been doing? Had she merely been treating him like one of her thrills, overlooking the danger of risking his company…was this her way of coping? A mirrored reflection of what she’d been doing in the real world and what had gotten her trapped in the first place??
She didn't want to think of him that way, what they had was real. Even if it terrified him, and he denied himself of it. Even despite the pain he was causing her now, or the grit of what it meant to be close to him, it had been genuine. What they had been doing just now had been taking back control over their reality. Spitting into the face of despair with their own laughter found in a mutually enjoyed destruction.
“You wanna accuse me of caring for you? But you just can't stand the idea of not mattering to me at all can you?”, he hissed in her face.
Jax knows exactly what knifes to twist within her, and that was what made it all total bullshit from him.
It was true that it had been crushing to hear, to imagine becoming a forgotten face in a hallway that other poor souls that became trapped would see. She didn't want to become an empty room, a nameless face that others had to wonder who she'd been.
“I'm trying not to lose my mind and myself, like you clearly have!” She screamed.
“I'm not a dumpster fire you can force yourself close too and then cry when you get burned!” he screamed back, bearing his own sharp yellow teeth.
Staring at his face, his yellow eyes wide and bright like their own glowing moons.
Real not real, red and blue. Red and blue. Always fucking red or blue!
She wanted something more, the tension cutting like a knife through her nerves. There might’ve been a small truth to his words that she could admit to him, because despite how terrifying this hollow version of himself that was burning from the inside out was. She still wanted to get closer to the flame.
She hated that this was where they were at now, that this is the hand she’d been dealt and had to play. To what end she didn't know and after they held each other's intense gaze she glared at the void of all that he was hiding behind his clouded eyes and rushed up to crush her lips against his.
He made a startled noise, muffled by her kiss. In his surprise he had freed her wrists and before he could rip himself away, she had latched onto the sides of his face to keep him there. Damn it all, and fuck the choices she had been given, she felt the rise of heat in her belly as she took what she wanted from him.
He had been unreceptive at first, and then his own shaking hands reached behind the cup the back of her head to pull her closer as a welcome surprise to her. She felt his mouth give way for her tongue, tasting the seam of his lips and forcing herself in for more.
What had begun as a fighting tussle, had devolved into a frenzy mess of limbs as they made out on the floor. His knees moved to cage her waist in between his own thighs, and she stretched her legs to wrap around his middle and squeeze.
His lips and tongue felt like heaven, she moaned into him and reveled in the shudder he gave.
She had nothing in this world except the ability to get close to the people in her same situation. Screw the fates that brought her here, and damn him for trying to punish her for wanting to get closer. She wanted this instead of arguing over who was holding back and who was holding on too much. Who was the right or the wrong about this messed up reality they were forced into.
The crunching of glass, she could feel it prick her back, and she couldn't care to mind the pain of it as her ink-stained fingers left little prints against his cheek.
She deliriously wondered if it was possible to melt into each other because of the heat she felt building up inside of her. Closer closer… She wanted it more, needed it unlike any other human bodily need they pretended to have in this place.
She rolled her hips with a desperate little moan, and the entire mood had shifted for her when she felt it. A hardness that had not been there before, something stiffer than the rest of his squishy toy like body.
Both of them became very aware, breaking apart with a string of drool following from their tongues. Their faces rivaling ripe peaches as they looked down between them.
“Uhm”, he mumbled dumbly. They stared at each other, his pupils were tiny little digital squares, a hot magenta flush beginning to spread in the center of his face. She curiously gave her hips another roll, the effect was immediate and definite. The rabbit's eyes clenched shut, and he keened, hands falling down to grip the small of her waist.
“J-Jax, Uh- got something new there " she tittered out, giving him a nervous crooked smile that matched his own expression of disbelief.
“I-I didn't think we could- that's- the sensors…D-do you?” he asked, her mouth pressed in a fine line as she stared back awkwardly, eyes darting between his legs and her own. He slid a hand between her legs, and the tiniest touch was electrifying. The bell ends of her jester cap rose up in excitement as she cried out.
His face was still pink in the center, but a teasing little smirk grew as he looked at her face.
“What!?”, she shouted, feeling embarrassed under his gaze, his dark eyes growing warm in a way that made her melt.
“You’ve quite literally got stars in your eyes Poms, did that feel good”, he simpered.
Ooo, she hated how attractive his smug confidence was right now. Especially in the wake of intimacy that he had rejected from her merely days ago.
Freak…
She gave him a pout before rolling her own hips back on his own newly acquired asset and that Smugness fizzled out with a gasp.
“Did that feel good?” she teased back, fixing him with a heavy look of her own. Jax couldn't deny this, not when his hardon was pressed up against her thigh and he was stammering out.
“This-this shouldn't be possible. Do you know how badly I’ve tried to even take these stupid overalls off-” she pulled him down and covered his mouth with her own with another hungry kiss.
“Stop questioning it”, she panted against his lips before kissing him again and rolling her hips once more to feel that delicious spark up her spine. She didn't want to think right now about anything but trying to feel good in this stupid cartoon body. She cried out as he met her own desperate little movements with his own. Stars, lightening and cosmic apparitions appear behind her closed eyes with each gyration of their hips.
Her head fell back against the floor with a cry, moaning as he kept grinding against her, feeling his hardon pressed against the sweet spot between her legs. Panting as he ground himself against her, and she felt her eyes flutter.
“W-wait” she forced herself up on her elbows, and he’d made a whiny little noise as she forced him up from her. She settled in his lap as his hands came around her waist, one drifting up her back to run his hands through her short black hair.
She wanted this stupid costume off, to tear it from her body where it was melded as a part of her. Her hands scrabbled desperately at the back of her collar and she felt it. A clasp and a zipper that hadn't been there before.
The rabbit's ears stood straight up, as he heard the sound of it sliding through the teeth. Eyes widening to see her tearing off the blouse of her costume.
In a sparse moment of clarity, she looked down at her own naked chest, feeling a whole other type of dysphoria from her cartoonish appearance. Her chest was mostly flat, barely any mass there, but there were two buds there and they were-
“Seriously!?”, she scowled. Jax’s mouth pressed in a fine line, before he just couldn't help himself and let out a snorting howl of laughter.
Her small chest aside, she had one rosy red nipple, and the other a pale blue.
At his snickering, she angrily grabbed his ears and yanked hard, “Stop laughing at me!” she shrieked.
“I'm not I'm not, it's totally silly but it's so you- Here- hold on-” he scooped her up in his arms, and she made a little squeak. Legs tightening around his waist as her arms flailed to cling around his shoulders.
He sat her on the edge of the oak desk before leaning in to press his lips to hers again.
“The-the desk??”, she asked incredulously, placing a hand to his face before he could kiss her.
“Yea, why not, I already cleared it. More comfortable for my legs. Plus, desecrating Caines's property is what I came here for anyways” he pressed a kiss to her neck, the feel of his flocked texture making her shiver.
“You know you smell sweet, like pancakes, but the rubbery ones you’d buy frozen at the store”, he murmured against her. She giggled a little at the strange comparison endeared by his own tone. Both of them reveling in the absurdity and unlikelihood of this outcome, a distraction from what might've been a manic episode for the both of them.
His hands traveled to her back where he was pulling the rest of her costume off, the silky fabric coming free and revealing more of her snowy skin. She squirmed herself out of it, and it was shucked to the corner like a nuisance. He pressed more kisses to her neck, before his hands came pressing lightly against her chest to make her lay back on the oak surface.
While his mouth began trailing down her body. Her breath hitched at the feel of his lips on her belly, and then between her legs as he settled on his knees in front of the desk.
For a moment he did nothing, and her eyes gave him a weary look, growing embarrassed as she him simply staring in between her legs.
“Take a picture it’ll last longer” she snapped, the shameful urge to suddenly close her legs at whatever ridiculous genitalia this world had gifted her.
“It's uh- really pink”, he said dumbly.
“Jaaax!” she screamed and covered her face with her arm in embarrassment.
“I dunno why I thought one side would be red and the other blue like the rest of your-”
“Oh my godd just!-" she grabbed onto his ears and pushed his face between her thighs, whatever he was about to say muffled by her cunt.
She gasped and let out a whimper feeling the direct stimulation there. Through clothes it had been electrifying, but this felt like actually being electrified.
Biting her lip as she felt the first hesitant lap of his long tongue. It was a bit…sloppy but that only made the heat in her stomach build as his tongue stroked over her core.
“Ngh!” she arched her back, feeling his hands roam back up to her chest, and she squeaked as his gloved hands ran over the buds, tweaking them lightly before squeezing the small masses.
Between her legs, his tongue worked her over, languidly stroking the folds of her outer lips. His tongue reached the tip of her clit and she let out a filthy moan, she caught his ears twitch at that noise, and she could feel him getting cheeky as his tongue brushed over the same area. Swirling his tongue around the same spot, and forcing more pressure.
Throwing her head back with a whine, she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection from the glass skylight above, where beyond were millions of stars.
It was downright perverted, obscene really given their animated bodies but it was insanely hot. Her slender legs thrown over his shoulders with his face buried between her thighs while he was on his knees.
Her body looked different, not any more human or less cartoon but her proportions had changed. Her legs less noodly and more shapely, actually giving her a little bit of hips. Even if she was pretty flat and boxy otherwise, and she had a passing thought.
Was it…possible to actually keep these changes?
“Nng!-!” she moaned at another aggressive lap of his tongue at her folds, feeling her thighs start to tremble.
God she hoped so…
She panted out as his tongue swirled around the little pearl of her clit, her whimpering seemed to embolden him, making him press harder. Twisting his tongue like he was tying a cherry stem with her fucking cunt.
She growled out, and gripped his ears harder as she kept him right there. A rare, tiny whisper of a thought came to her, that if she forced him deep enough into her cunt would she get a glimpse of what happened when he couldn't breathe?
His tongue slid down and started to press inside her. She inhaled sharply, tentatively waiting for the pressure of it before his tongue moved away entirely. She let out a needy little frustrated whine, “Jaax pleeease”, she whimpered.
His mouth had left her for a moment already too long and their eyes met. He looked up at her with the softest look she had ever seen on him.
“I-are you sure-?” he asked, how had she never noticed before that his eyes, otherwise solid black had soft little highlights of brown in them when caught in the light…
“Yes!” she aggressively gripped his face, squishing it tight as he let out a soft grunt.
“Alright, alright!” he huffed lightly against her thighs before pressing a kiss there and trailing his tongue down back to her slit. His tongue parting the folds to gently prod against her hole once more.
Head falling flat against the surface of the desk she sighed out in relief. His obnoxiously long tongue kept prodding against her hole, teasing her. She was about to swat his head or yank his ears again before that tongue suddenly shoved itself inside causing her to let out a short scream, she slapped her own hand to her mouth, muffling the absolutely depraved sounds that began to spill out of her.
Feeling her walls stretch for the thickness of his tongue, and good lord that stupidly cartoon long tongue of his was a god damn blessing-. She tossed her head back, writhing at the feeling of it pressing in deeper and deeper and twisting.
“F*ck- Jax...ah!” a litany of foul words fell from her lips, the profanity bleeped and censored as his tongue started to thrust.
Over and over and over again, she felt his spit dripping down her thighs, making a mess along with her own slick. The heat building in her stomach was making her dizzy, and damn near incoherent. She could feel it, a peak coming soon to her pleasure, she was getting close.
Was she actually going to get off in the circus??
His tongue was relentless and she panted as her thighs only trembled harder and the fire closer to spilling over. Her thighs had begun to clamp up, tightening around his head when his hands gripped her thighs and wretch them apart. Pinning them to the sides of the desk to keep her spread wide open for him. Her cunt being completely at the mercy of his tongue as he fucked her with it.
“Ah god-d*mn it- ah-f*ck!” she screamed, clenching her eyes tight as the heat in stomach bubbled over. Her climax made her see exploding stars behind her closed eyes, her whole body spasming with her jester hat standing up on its own with a silly twinkling sound of bells.
Gasping and heaving as the waves of heat settled in her belly, he was still going down on her, actually making her feel like she was going to burst into a pile of colorful confetti.
“S-stop, stop!!” she smacked his head a few times, feeling her parts start to vibrate again despite her shakes, she grabbed him by the ears and wretched his face away.
For a moment they stared at each other, his mouth wet and shiny with her slick. His pupils blown out.
“D-did your bells jingle when you-” he let out a giggle that turned into full laughter. Real genuine laughter. She flushed fluorescent pink, feeling undignified as the rabbit who had just made her cum so hard she saw stars devolved into hysterics.
“SHUT-” she launched herself off the desk, tackling him back against the bookshelf, making a few of Caine's stupid Knick knacks go clattering to the floor before they joined them.
“Up!”, she furiously grabbed onto the straps of his stupid overalls.
“What- it's stupidly adorable! Silly jester trick” he laughed, not helping her own embarrassment.
She was so tired of being just “cute” she didn't want to be just cute! Their newfound ability for intimacy was left unquestioned; but she would not leave her maturity or sensuality up to his mockery.
“Just take your damn clothes off already!”, her words made him clam up immediately, laughter dying instantly.
“Uh- we don't have to go all the way- I don't know if we”, he stammered on.
Bullshit, she could feel his hardon pressed against her thigh. Her own thighs were still dripping from her own excitement and by the work of his tongue now leaving a wet patch on his thigh where she sat.
If they were going to push the limits of what this world would let them get away with, she wanted to go all the way.
“Off Bunny” she repeated assertively, and it must’ve done something for him, or maybe her tone was just the touch dominant enough because his eyes widened and wordlessly, he reached up to fumble with the buttons of his overalls. Seeming even more surprised when they actually came loose. She shuffled off of him, so he could undress.
“By the way I should probably let you know. I have no idea what I’m working with so no laughing" he grumbled, giving her an untrustworthy glance.
“If you can laugh about my primary-colored t*ts, and my jingle orgasms I'm laughing if your d*ck is small” She preened, but then quickly added, “not-not that I mind, size isn't important to me”, she wrapped her arms around herself.
He stopped what he was doing and looked up at her, “You talk like you’ve had a lot of experience…” he said.
That had made her pause, she was by no means a hyper sexual person, or even someone that really sought after for sexual endeavors. She wasn't exactly a bombshell as a human, a little plain and mousey but pretty enough she thought. Sex has always been consequential for her from her relationships.
She had never been so needy for it before, especially not in this sexless kiddie purgatory.
“You seem experienced enough yourself”, she quipped back, acknowledging her legs that still felt a bit weak.
“Well, I’ve never done that before”, he sniffed, looking away to keep pulling his clothes off.
“What??”
At her attention the rabbit reeled back a bit, looking surprised at himself that he revealed that info to her.
“A-anyways let me-”, he tried to change the subject.
“W-wait are you a virgin??”, she asked.
“Hah! A virgin? me no-”, He responded quickly, too quickly and she stopped him as he went to pull his trousers down his hips. Grabbing his wrist and forcing him to look her in the eye.
“Jax”, she said warningly, intensely looking up to him with full sincerity. The dark lines under his eyes were looked no less intense, but he looked softer. Vulnerable then he had when they first came here.
“I-I may not have actually gotten all the way…the only time I’ve- before I- don't get it twisted!”, his furious fuchsia blush was spreading to the damn near tips of his ears.
“If you want to stop, we can”, she reassured quickly. Not clear on where he actually wanted things to be. She wanted this, craved it from him. But no amount of need for the sense of control it gave her would make her force something like this from him.
It was quiet for a bit; his eyes didn't leave her own.
“I don't want to stop,” he said. She feels relieved by that, that he wanted this as much as she did. A shared need between them that they weren't hiding from each other.
“Okay…okay, good... take that off”, she gestured to the rest of his clothes. She was tired of being the only naked one.
Relaxing back on the edge of Caine's desk and leaning back on her arms she crossed her legs, and she watched him strip.
His trousers went sliding down over his hips and his cock bouncing free, with him making a little noise as it did. His brows pinched tight as he stared at it.
They both did.
…
It was definitely not small.
“What-what the f*ck” he asked, his voice trembling in horror.
His dick was the same lavender color as the rest of him, average length, but the base of him was wider, a solid mass there before his balls.
Oh fuck…
This world had given him a fucking knot.
“W-what type of furry type–we don't have too, I can just-”, he looked ashamed and frustrated going to yank his clothes back on.
She stopped him, calling out his name sternly, “Jax…Sit in that chair” deadly serious, staring him down, she gestured to the leather chair next to him.
At the sound of her commanding tone, his mouth went dry, pupils dilating wide as he wordlessly obeyed, dropping his clothes and falling back into the leather chair.
Pushing off the desk, she approached him slowly, never breaking eye contact as she crawled into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she pressed a kiss to his lips.
“Ah-in-in -the chair?” he questioned, as she gave a few sweet rolls of her hips, feeling his cock slide along her slit, the friction making her sigh out.
“Mmhm, I'm gonna ride you” she trailed a few kisses down the side of his face and under his chin.
“You're not- bothered by how weird looking it is-?” It was strange to hear him so vulnerable, she found she liked it a bit more than she probably should.
“It's kinda hot, and no. I’m not bothered with anything except feeling good right now” she muffled whatever he was about to say back with her lips, pressing her tongue against his mouth before he gave way and she could taste him again.
He tasted so deliciously sweet and it was funny and ironic given his snarky attitude and sour disposition. Like marshmallow root and blueberries tossed in sugar. She moaned into his mouth feeling his dick twitch against her. Reaching between them she swirled her fingers in her own cunt, feeling the wetness spread over her hand.
His hands fell on her waist, and the size difference between them was never so apparent to her than now. When she consciously felt just how big they were compared to the length of her torso. She moaned against his lips, feeling those large hands grip tight against her as her hand left her own cunt to wrap around his length.
He let out a relieved little whimper and sighed against her, his chin falling to rest on the crown of her head. She stroked him slowly at first, out of curiosity she reached to squeeze the base where his knot was and it made him keen loudly. He was already pretty worked up and stiff, the dark violet tip of him leaking. He hardly needed any prep, even with the lightest jerks of her hand he was panting heavily against her.
“You're sooo hard already, did it make you excited, being on your knees for me” she whispered teasingly pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth.
His cock jumped excitedly in her hand, “I-it was-” he moaned as her languid strokes became faster.
“I'm starting to understand your motivations for putting me in a position of power” she teased, “that's what you're into?”, she followed up.
“I-I said it suits you!” he damn near whined, the sounds she was eliciting out of him impossibly sweeter than the taste of his tongue.
As much as she wanted to keep jerking him off, to milk him right there in her hand. She wanted to feel him up inside of her even more.
She shuffled to raise her hips a bit, lining his dick to her entrance. His hands fell to her sides, helping to keep her steady. His eyes darted between her body and his lap as she gripped his cock and rubbed it against her wet folds. She sighed out as she felt the tip breach inside her and let herself slowly sink down to his lap.
He inhaled sharply as the heat of her swallowed him whole, surely his dick hadn't been this sensitive in the real world, it couldn't have been. This was- Soft, and so suffocating warm it was driving him crazy, he drank up the little noises she made as he weakly bucked his own hips, wanting so badly to fuck all the up inside of her. A rare stroke of patience restraining him from moving. Until he keened as he felt himself finally bottom out inside her. His legs starting to bounce in trepidation as she was fully seated, her rear on his legs.
Her soft little pants, and every breathy noise made her chest rise and fall as her wet heat tightened around him.
Panting, her walls twitched as she felt fuller than she ever had before. It hadn't felt like this in the real world, and maybe that was because of the size of him, and just how tiny this body was.
“Y-you're so tight” he moaned. She looked at where their connection was, his cock spearing the folds of her cunt open. She choked to see her own stomach had a slight bump to it, making her blush furiously at the obscenity. She pressed her hand against where it protruded from her belly making the rabbit beneath her simultaneously cry out.
“P-pomni please- please” he began to beg, hearing her name on his lips so preciously, and needy.
Not about to make him wait any longer than she herself had to, she raised her hips, his dick sliding out before slamming her hips down again and moaning as she was filled once more.
Her hands fell down to grip the sides of the chair as she raised her hips over and over again, feeling his cock shift in and out of her.
Jax left foot began to bounce, fervently tapping as he kept his hands a steady grip on her waist. she tilted her head up and gasped as he started to buck his hips up in time with her. Driving his dick even deeper, so close to the base where she could feel that knot of his swelling against her. Making her shudder as she bounced faster, tears pricking her eyes as she was stretched wide over and over again.
“F*ck, Pom- Pomni”, he cried out, with each roll of her hips, his stomach flipping in excitement as he watched her ride him. Bouncing on his
Every facet of this avatar body of hers was vibrating, the heat and the weight of the pressure inside of her made her want to explode. Being this close, she wanted to melt right then and there with him deep inside of her. Melt into an indiscernible mess together where it was hard to tell where one began and one ended.
Her hips had stuttered as she lost her pace, causing his cock to slip out, and she let out a whine. Before she could mourn the loss of him inside of her for too long, his hands came under her rear as he threw her on top of the desk, forcing her flat on her back against the surface. The ends of her jester cap, and her hair splayed out beneath her head as she stared up at him in surprise at his sudden initiative.
"J-just let me take the reins for a bit Poms", he panted, face pink as he hovered over her.
“If you wanted to take the lead for a bit you could’ve asked...”, she mumbled, scooting up on the desk.
He snatched her ankles, making her yelp as he yanked her to the edge of the desk. Moving her around like she was his doll made her belly swoop in excitement. He saddled between her legs, as she spread them to accommodate him.
“When have I ever asked before doing what I want anyways” he gave her a grin, all teeth as he spoke with a simpering tone.
Pouting up at him and his overconfidence, she used the back of the heel to kick his back lightly
“Just shut up and get inside of me again a**hole”.
With no snarky response, he took his cock in hand and rubbed it against her folds, finding her entrance once more and pressing in.
She sighed in relief at being filled once more and squeaked as he thrusted to the hilt. The rabbit let out a heady noise, and for a moment he didn't start moving, seemingly just enjoying being inside her warmth. She could feel the swell of his knot became more intense in this position and she shivered. She found herself salivating at the thought of it inside of her as well, swelling impossibly large and locking them together.
“M-move, now” she moaned, not willing to wait longer and desperate for the friction as she shakily gripped onto his forearms.
He rolled his hips and then began to pound into her, making her cry out as the force of his thrusts jolted her across the desk.
“God you're so tight, and wet. It feels incredible- so good-” he panted above her, rocking his hips, and making the desk beneath them creak with every thrust.
The praise, and the heady little noises he was making were making her grow even wetter, feeling herself drip between her thighs.
It was not lost on her how ridiculous this all was, even as he fucked her senseless. The fact it was Caine's stupid office of all places too. Knowing how repelled the A.I was to just the suggestion of them having the ability to do something so human such as this, it thrilled her.
The absurdity of it all, and how it actually brought her a sense of control that didn't have to involve destroying something, or someone besides her insides.
The human existence in and of itself was absurd, and she had struggled to find meaning in it long before she had put on that damn cursed headset.
“H-harder, please” she whimpered out, at her words, the rabbit's hands slammed down at her sides of her head. He bucked his hips even faster, and her toes curled as she cried out. His thrusts shifting her body as he fucked into her over and over again.
Jax was a mystery to her, she clenched onto him and went to wrap her arms around his shoulders to bury her face in the soft ‘fur’ of his chest as he pounded into her. A complete stranger to who he used to be as a human, and a series of locked doors within this digital prison. As badly as she wanted the keys to him, to unlock every part of himself he kept hidden, she wanted him to be the one to give them to her. Naked and sharing this intimacy, getting to see this side of him that wanted.
She never could understand moderation when it came to feeling for someone. It was all or nothing to her, and despite all his preservations about admitting that he cared. She knew he was lying to himself out of fear of what it would mean for the way he’s lived and the choices he’s made within this technicolored hellscape.
A healthy person, the well adjusted smart woman that she should be would’ve walked away from his walking dumpster fire of a personality, yet she couldn't.
She wanted him, flames and all and she couldn't even be bothered to feel anxious about it now. She only craved his own admittance to it in words.
“Tell me you’d forget about me”, she said suddenly, and it makes his movement stop, and he blearily stared at her in shock,
“W-what?” he asked, choking on his own voice.
“Tell me you’d forget me, that you’d destroy anything that reminded you of me once I disappear”, she pressed him, her voice catching in her throat as her body burned from under his gaze.
She expected fire, and bristle from him. His shaft was still deep inside of her as he stared into her eyes, spinning wheels of red and blue.
His own were small and trembled as if he was terrified with his lip quivering.
He was only good at ruining things, no one came to him to feel good about themselves. He didn't want to get close to people, and became rat poison to those that dared to take a bite.
He lied to himself and said it wasn't personal, it was just his own way of surviving, but to what end did just surviving mean in a place like this? Why survive at all if it was a never-ending slog of an existence, he had been so close to letting it all go. Falling off the edge to join the others sent by his own hand in the cellar.
Yet here he was with this stupid little jester girl. This anxiety filled woman that drove him crazy as she was able to tear so much out of him, things he couldn't have admitted to himself.
Deep inside of her with a dick he shouldn't have but did because of how badly he craved the intimacy of her. It was one he wanted to deny, even as she stared up at him with a daring look that challenged him to lie to her again.
Eliciting this from him was treading dangerous waters for someone as hopeless and as in love with his own despair.
He’d looked death in the face and had been pulled out by the grace of luck that Pomni had come knocking on his door. He’d had the choice to return to his room after he’d been proven right in the worst possible way he could’ve wanted but he hadn't.
“I-I couldn't", he whispered softly, to only her.
An omission to himself that he had failed to do the one thing he had thought would keep him from abstracting. A painful recognition again, that what he was doing to survive had been slowly tearing him apart and would be ultimately his undoing.
His own slip and slide into despair had not been from Caines doing by manipulating his mind, but the cage he’d forced himself in.
He didn't know if he could change, but he wanted out of this stalemate he found himself in, in the midst of his own self destruction.
Red and blue, Pomni stared up at him. Panting and her cheeks pink with that permanent blush that was painted on her avatar. He couldn't lie to her, not because he wouldn't but because he simply cannot. She surged up to kiss him, and he melted against her, the taste of her tongue was overly artificial like maraschino cherries and whipped cream.
He began to rock his hips again with her face pressed to his. His hand came between them and using the pad of his finger he touched her, circling the pearl of her clit where he knew would get her squirming. She whined, her hips rising to meet him and it was enigmatic to him that making her come undone under his hands was just as satisfying as his own pleasure.
“Is that what you wanted to hear, Pomni?” he repeated her words from earlier, pounding into her as he huffed through his words.
“Ah-ha”, she moaned beneath him, the coil in her belly tightening, bucking her hips to meet him with each thrust he made. “Mm…all I wanted”, she whimpered. Eyes tightly closed, her lashes growing heavy with tears that did not fall. The stimulation, and new digital sensations becoming addictively sweet.
He could tell by how her cunt was tightening around him that she was getting close, his own release nearing as he closed his eyes and listened to the slick sounds of himself pounding into her. Along with the sounds of her whimpering and gasping as he brought her pleasure and relief.
“You want to hear how I couldn't forget you. Even if I tried?”, he’s admitting this to her as much as he’s admitting it to himself.
If none of it mattered as he still believed, then it made no sense to hold back now. Especially when this world was rewarding him for embracing it in this way. Both of their perceptions of the world they found themselves in were colliding at once. Rejecting the rules of the real world but clinging to their humanity all the same and holding their middle fingers to their digital prison.
“I’m never letting you go”, he growled out. He had never been the jealous type, but he was possessive over his toys. He wouldn't let anyone else see him like this, and yet he didn't want to go back to biting her hand as she extended it to him, denying himself.
They’d both sunk their claws into each other so deep, that letting go of another at this point would mean scarring, a permanent reminder of this gorgeous and messy bond.
They would never be getting out of here, and if he was stuck here, then she was stuck right here with him until they both inevitably fell to the darkness of the cellar.
He was getting rougher with his thrusts, putting more pressure between her legs with his hand as he buried his face into the silk crown of her jester cap. With his other hand he grabbed the short black strands of her hair tight and ripped her head back, extending the pale column of her throat. By the way she was moaning and crying out against him as he did. He figured she liked it and that made him smile with glee. Something to tuck away for later.
Batshit insane, unpredictable impulsive thrill seekers the both of them.
He closed his eyes as he came. Panting in her ear with a few more weak bucks of his hips. His release pulsing deep inside her, filling her up.
Pomni arched her back as little shocks spread through her body, her adorable little jester hat stood up jingling with her screams as she came undone herself.
He stilled inside of her and panted as he felt the aftershocks of his own orgasm run down his spine. His shoulders sagged, and for a moment he laid there on top of her, his vision going hazy as he felt the warmth and heat of her around him.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled out of her, already missing the warmth of her as he watched his spend dribble out of her. It seemed their new assets followed the same logic of their own understanding of biology. He curiously used his thumb to push the folds of her outer lips aside, a foreign almost feral feeling rising in him as he watched his cum leak out of her.
She looked a mess, her black bangs sticking to her forward with sweat their bodies shouldn't be able to make. Her eyes closed as she laid there looking boneless, for a moment he'd actually thought he had fucked her senseless.
He tapped her cheek.
“uh...Poms”, he said, a grin pulling at his face.
“Mm- give me a minute”, she sighed.
“While the view is nice and all and seeing you completely f*cked out of your mind is turning me on again, we probably should get out of here”, He said. Though he loathed to be the one to suggest going back. Uninterested in whatever wallowing was going on outside of his own amongst the rest of their unhappy band.
Even if it led to no answers or confrontation with Caine, the office had been successfully desecrated from their own little adventure.
“Right-”, Pomni sat up, her legs feeling like jelly.
They’d both pulled their clothes back on, the layers snapping onto their avatars once more like they were a part of their skin.
“You think Caine will even notice”, she mumbled, looking at the mess surrounding them. Caine could just snap his fingers and clean it all up, like nothing had even happened.
“I'm sure he’s already noticed”, Jax chuckled, and without saying a word to her questioning look, he jerked a thumb behind him to gesture between the bookshelves.
“W-what? Like this whole time? There's no way he’d allow us to even get as far as we-”, Her eyes followed where Jax was pointing to see a portrait of the big toothy idiot himself hung above them.
However, the eyes of the painted ringmaster had become glitchy burned holes within the canvas.
She covered her mouth, looking between the rabbit and the painting, before her bearing fell and she dissolved into hysterics, shrieking with laughter.
“I’d say it's only fair, for the trauma he’s caused everyone” he sneered, his grin growing as she fell into little giggles.
They’d left his office soon after but not before Jax dipping his hands in the spilt ink, his own palm leaving a mark next to hers on the wall. A signature for their handy-work, proof that they’d been there at all just for themselves.
“You think we should tell the others…about- what we discovered” she asked, half-jokingly.
They were in her room now. She laid on her bed, back to staring at the red and blue walls around her, but this time she wasn't alone. He sat on the floor, his back to her bed as he fiddled with one of the infantile baby blocks that was scattered around. Why he had followed her to her room she didn't know and hadn't asked.
“Oh, Zooble would be p**sed knowing I got laid before them, if they weren't high out of their mind right now”, he snorted.
“...I don't understand it; I could tear all the walls down in this place and still have questions. I wonder if we have more control here than Caine wants us to know” she mumbled.
Sex was a literal rejection of this family friendly idealized world. It was a rejection of Caine himself. If he was really God to them in this world he would’ve made it impossible (she's actually unsure Caine can even understand what sex is…). What else was possible if they wanted it enough and had faith in themselves that they could have it?
“There are some things you shouldn't want the answers to”, Jax says, a surprisingly sobering thought.
She supposed she had to agree with him, especially after their intimate escapade, not everything needed an answer after all. Why she and Jax had been able to unlock it she couldn't fully unpack, but she wanted it again, and again…and again.
“Like- hey! ”, she protested as he climbed into her bed suddenly, shoving her to the corner as he settled on her blankets like an annoying oversized housecat.
“Mmm, much better. You know it's not fair your bed is so big for a runt your size” he teased, nuzzling into her pillow as she pouted at him from where she was squished to the wall.
“It's big because it wants me to feel small!”, she scowled at him, referring to the punishing nature and motifs of her room.
“Seems like a blessing in disguise in this instance-huyp!” she made a small noise as he rolled her on top of him.
As she sat on his waist and he folded his arms above him to get comfortable, she realized how calm the rabbit looked. Not the false aloofness and cheesy swagger he usually put up as a front, or the hollowed-out corpse of a man that had been walking around the past couple days. It was a content, easy smile on his face as his eyes stayed closed, though she figured he knew she was staring.
Her stomach still rolled with excitement; she curiously went to mess with the strap of his overalls. He cracked open one of his golden eyes to peek up at her amused.
“What? Haven't had enough of me?”, he asked teasingly.
“I wanted to see if the changes were still…there” she mumbled.
The inky marks on her palms that had transferred to his face during their coupling had disappeared once they re-entered the atrium. Her own body looked similar to how it had before she’d been able to peel her clothes off.
However, she could still feel the phantom feeling of him inside of her and his release. She felt herself go red in the face. He hadn't used his knot, doing so might’ve been a bit awkward giving their location to be locked together.
However, here in her room no one would be coming in, and if anything were true about the circus it was that they had nothing but endless time to burn. Her mind turned dirty, and she swallowed heavily.
She may not want to question it right now, but the discovery of their ability to change their bodies for their own needs had been like opening up Pandora's perverted horny box.
Lost in her thoughts, she was pulled back from their depths as his hands reached up to play with her bangs.
“You know I can tell when you're conflicted because those eyes of yours start spinning. It's making me nauseous” he snorted, giving her a flick to her temple and making her grunt in annoyance.
“Not conflicted…just...bored”, she kept fiddling with the straps of his overalls and teased her fingers beneath it to find it coming undone.
“Bored huh? In my company?” he grinned, with a mock frown.
His hands moved from behind his head to rest on her hips, his thumb rubbing along the golden decals of her bloomers.
“Mmhmm”, she teasingly gave a soft roll of her hips and found herself growing giddy and wet with excitement as she felt the familiar stiffness growing under his pants.
She shrieked with laughter as he flipped her on her back, her head falling back into the softness of her pillow.
“This time I want all of it”, she spoke, wrapping one of her legs around his waist.
“The knot?? You really are a strange little freak”, he sputtered incredulously, giving her a dubious look.
“Only because it's all you”, she hummed.
The jester wouldn't know it, because she had closed her eyes, giving a sigh at the delicious slide of their skin textures on one another. Keening as his hands reached to tear her blouse from her body, but if she could, she'd see how furiously the rabbit's tail was wagging.