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Somehow it happened, but Jax couldn't quite put his finger on how. And it was so easy. One night, he saw Pomni in the hallway, they said they couldn't sleep, then made plans to hang out. What the fuck? It had only happened a couple of times, but she let him into her room and they just had a weird habit of talking every night. There were no adventures, no pranks, nothing traditionally fun aside from getting lost in a conversation with her. Then, before he knew it, the night would be over.
Pomni started the conversation, using her uncanny ability to talk normally and not relying on making fun of others.
“I used to just scroll on my phone when I couldn’t sleep, usually because I’d be worried about stupid cr-boink-p, and it’d just make me forget about stuff for a little bit,” she said, fiddling with the hem of her new, blue and red pyjamas.
It was like she didn’t even know how normal she sounded, being able to sleep in a bed and scroll through a phone. When Jax still had a bed, the only phone he had was a Nokia, which could give a fuzzy, low-quality picture of the websites it could work with. He’d have to physically get out of bed and watch cat videos or go on online forums on the shared computer if he were that desperate for a distraction.
“Like on Reddit?” he asked. It was better to divert it to what Pomni did.
“Yeah,” she replied, scooting into the centre of the bed.
A large patch of space was left for Jax, which was objectively easier to accept than reject. Otherwise, there’d be another one of those embarrassing fights, and sitting next to someone, neither confirmed nor denied, there was any sort of relationship.
“The ‘Am I the A-boink-hole’ Subreddit had some good stories at first, before most of them became fake, and they’d be good distractions,” Pomni continued, looking wistfully at the space between her and Jax. “It kinda gave some perspective, y’know. Like I could know that people were much worse than me or much worse off.”
Jax hadn’t heard of it before, but then again, Reddit had only started getting popular a couple of years before he entered the circus. When he thought of it (after all the memories scrolling through the ‘r/nswf’ images), mainly the ‘r/funny’ or the rage comics or the programming stuff came to mind. A chilly reminder that internet culture had probably become entirely different while he was in the circus swept through him once again, before he absorbed Pomni’s words properly.
“Didn’t think you were one for schadenfreude,” said Jax. Pomni’s pointy-toothed smile as she held a pistol flashed in his mind. Did she play many video games?
“I’m not,” she said with a tiny giggle.
Jax pointed at her, finding a playful vigour controlling him. “Don’t go stealing my thing.”
“Oh, you don’t need to worry about that,” said Pomni. “It was more of a guilty pleasure. Like, I’d get all wrapped up in their dramas and be thinking about who was in the wrong instead of my own stuff. Some posts just could suck you in for a little bit.”
“Like what?” he found himself asking, not really for the answer, but more to soak in the new, relaxed glimmers on Pomni’s face the longer she spoke about things that had nothing to do with the hell they were trapped in.
She looked up to the ceiling to think, tightening her mouth. “Like the situations or what they were for…?”
“Gimme a run down, or an example.”
A whole story would have made her talk longer, anyway. Pomni stammered for a second, looking to the ceiling again for an idea to come to her.
After a hum, she said, “The ones about stealing baby names are popular.”
Wasn’t that only something that happened in movies?
She must have noticed the confusion and elaborated on one of the stories. One elaboration turned into more examples of stories, which sounded similar to some of the Greentext Jax used to read late at night. There was no harm in telling her some of the things he read.
Somehow, talking was easy. They must have been talking about nothing for hours, with the occasional breaks of Pomni trying to sleep.
The next night, Pomni lay sideways on the bed, still wearing her jester hat as it draped over the side of her sheets. Jax stared at her upside-down face while his belly was pressed against Pomni’s floor, until the whole weight of his body. His arm was lifted and still finding its perfect angle as a small ball rested in the palm of his hand.
“Don’t you even,” Pomni warned, narrowing her eyes. Because of her eyelashes, the thin eyebrows below almost looked like cheek creases, while her pink cheeks looked like thick, cartoonish eyebrows seeing her upside down.
Jax aimed the ball a little closer to his target: the new space between her eyes and hat, which revealed itself with Pomni’s fringe flopping a little over her hat. With the right amount of force, the ball could bounce off her forehead, bounce towards Jax, and go through his ears.
As if reading his plan, Pomni’s eyes narrowed further at the ball. “I’m serious.”
Three, two…
“You’re gonna regret it.”
One.
Jax threw the ball right at Pomni’s forehead. It shot towards her in the moment Pomni tilted her head up. The ball bounced from her jester hat and zoomed impossibly fast at his face.
Whack!
White, hot pain smacked right between his eyes and mouth, then blurred in an achy frenzy. He saw stars. Jax’s body was rolling helplessly on the ground. He was briefly aware of him clutching at where his nose would have been, waiting for blood that wasn’t coming, while cursing the ball for being so hard. Someone’s pathetic groans and whimpers echoed around his rolling body before he realised those sounds were coming from his own throat.
Pomni’s light laughter became wilder and nearer to him.
“Oh my god,” she wheezed, “I didn’t think I’d hurt that much. Are you okay?”
The throbs were dulling enough for Jax to respond in a weak croak, “Do I look okay?”
“You’re okay.”
A couple of hours later, the space the ball hit was still red and spiked with pain every time he touched it.
“You don’t feel a little bit sorry for me?” Jax tried to confirm, keenly watching for any sign of sympathy on Pomni’s sweet face.
She just laughed and shook her head. “You literally tried to do that to me.”
“And that doesn’t make you a little sad?” Jax asked, tilting his head to the side and placing a finger on his cheek in mock innocence.
Pomni leaned in close, staring directly at the sore mark on his face. Her gaze was tender and a little light, probably from the residual excitement of their last round of ‘Would You Rather’. Comfort in her presence had long since nestled into his bones, and Jax was compelled to stay still enough for her to look at him for as long as she liked.
Then she poked him.
It was light and quick, but still caused a slight sting in the middle of his face. Jax flinched, leaning back on Pomni’s bed as she giggled to herself. He covered the sore spot with his hands, leaving space between the fingers to peer at how sympathy momentarily flashed across her face.
“Oh, I didn’t think it’d hurt that much,” she half-giggled, half-remarked regrettably. “You alright?”
Fuck it ached so annoyingly that it was going to be hard to ignore for at least two minutes.
“No!”
Pomni scoffed humorously, gently placing one of her hands on top of his. Jax let her lower them from his face, exposing the sore spot to her again, bracing himself to avoid the next poke. It never came, and a cheeky smile beamed on the face opposite his own. Then she settled, and Pomni almost seemed content looking at him.
“You’re such a drama queen.”
“Hmm,” he hummed a little stupidly.
She was so cute, cross-legged on her bed, laughing at a prank she managed to fire back onto him. Everything about Pomni seemed so comfortable, aside from the large jester hat, which seemed like a bother on her soft head. How could she expect to sleep in that thing?
The pyjamas exposed a deep beginning of her chest, and the fabric covered those lovely lumps his eyes couldn’t stop drawing themselves to. Only three yellow buttons separated him from devouring the sight of her (probably) small, perky breasts. Pomni’s gentle touch left his hand, and somehow he felt a little colder.
Her mellow smile was stifled by a sudden sharpness in her eyes. Pomni’s eyes furrowed the same way they did when she was about to ask a serious question. She inhaled slightly, and Jax had to think of something quickly.
With a chill fear panging in his veins, Jax swiped the jester hat off of Pomni’s head and threw it to the floor. It jingled sillily on the floor, drawing attention to the small action. Jax braced himself for a funny reaction, but it never came.
Pomni’s face stayed sincere and pensive. She looked down, fiddling with the hem of her pyjamas. It was like looking at a small puppy, who no one in their right mind could ever want to hurt or disappoint. But she couldn’t get close to him, nor he to Pomni. She must have known he was bound to go somewhere else, but just hadn’t felt the pull in a while.
“I have a good time with you, y’know,” she confessed in a low voice.
Jax did too. She always made him feel so light, and her character design was so cute and pleasing to look at. He loved her high-strung walk and how she jumped at the little things and how she could see bits of light in everyone. And Pomni liked him. No one had had fun with Jax for a while.
Why are you moving on so quickly? Did you forget about her?
“A good time’s a good time,” Jax said quickly. “Nothing more to it.”
“I wouldn’t mind if-”
“If it’s even you,” Jax found himself interrupting, the sharp impulses of his mind doing the heavy-lifting to make Pomni flinch away from him.
Hurt flashed across her features before she looked down at her gloved hands. They shook slightly, tempting Jax to still her hands with his own. His strong responsibility held him enough to resist touching her, to suppress the ache settling in his chest.
“How much does that change?” Pomni asked, still looking at her hands.
Ribbit could have snapped him out of the warmth festering in his chest every time Pomni smiled at him or scolded him for checking on her without her knowing. She could have scrutinised how Jax touched his friend’s cheeks when either of them needed comforting.
And her cheek was so close. Just one soft movement from his arm, and Jax could have caressed it with his thumb, bringing her face close.
But she wasn’t real.
“I mean,” Jax started. “Not much. We’re all the same here, and Ribbi and I had a bit of fun while we could.”
Pomni nodded, sighing shakily.
“Except we could have more fun.”
Her eyes were almost begging, trying to be distinct from someone Pomni knew Jax was actively comparing her to. It shouldn’t have changed anything because none of them were real. But somehow, glimmers of his old friend still shone through like eyes pressing upon a guilty back. How much of it was in Jax’s imagination?
Pomni was asking for him. No, she was asking for fun, just like Ribbit used to do. An exciting feeling, that instinctively repelled him, told Jax that there would be many strings attached. Even if he didn’t want there to be, it wouldn’t be like the mindless, sometimes frustrating play between his old friends. Maybe it could have been different if the update had been made at that time, but Jax could never have known.
“I can give you fun,” said Jax, choosing his words carefully. The rest of the sentence was on the tip of his tongue, and Pomni must have heard it instinctively: ‘I just can’t give you me’.
Something about that seemed to bother her. Maybe it was because she had this compulsive need to nest herself in everyone’s soul and pillow it with understanding until they felt however safe and seen met her standards. A little hope couldn’t help but prick inside Jax at the notion that she actually did want him.
“I know you can, but…” she trailed off, a little uncertain, then met his gaze again with some sort of brave determination. “I know, right now, that uh,” she looked up to the ceiling for guidance, “that I am wholeheartedly experiencing the feeling of liking you.”
What did she say it like that for? The words seemed very deliberate and hit a slim string of hope in his chest, so she must have chosen them very deliberately.
“You had to say that in the weirdest way possibl-”
“And I know you like me on some level too,” Pomni asserted, brushing her tiny hand on top of his fingers. “And it’s okay to, y’know?”
Her hands were so gentle and considerate, not quite resting on his own like a skittish butterfly that could fly off. The half touch was a pleasurable torture, leaving it up to him to lean into it or reject it. Every inch of his palm yearned for hers. But then the spike of panic whipped through him, and his hands flinched back instinctively.
“What makes you say that?” Jax asked.
"You're always coming up to me and making jokes," she said. "You don't pick on me nearly as much as the others."
Her words were soft and considerate, but they still bluntly hit him like a club.
"So I should be meaner to you?"
"If you want to," she replied gently. "But I don't think you do."
Who the fuck did she think he was? Always with the accusations that he was some sort of soft woobie that needed to be protected and pried out of his asshole exterior. Why couldn't she have just accepted that he was an asshole and that there was nothing more to it?
But Pomni was the best person to see what was inside, if there was anything left in there. She could have whittled away all those spiky fears until he was smooth enough to be the right sort of character. She could have turned him into an actual funny one, with a sidekick making the jokes smoother.
You already had a couple of sidekicks, remember? Are you really going to undo all that work they put into optimising you just for some jester strange?
Actually, Kaufmo might have been proud of that.
It doesn’t matter what he wanted, because he’s gone, like how you’re going to be and like how Pomni will be at this rate. That’s to say, if you’re not already gone, because you’re an idiot if you think for a moment that any of this is real.
Pomni would never judge someone for acting ‘stupid’.
Jax felt the thoughts whirr and bounce in his head and chest, all with the three images: two were abstractions, and one was a photo of Pomni's sad face on her door painted onto a frame at her funeral.
Suppressing the last-ditch desperation, Jax waved his hand dismissively and said, “What'd you know, jester?"
“And you kept coming over to me that night,” Pomni recited as if reading from a list. "When we all had unlimited alcohol access?"
Because she was the only cool one. “Because you were an easy target.”
Despite Jax keeping a calm demeanour, opening his pupils until Pomni could probably only see her own reflection, Pomni didn’t back away. He knew the ‘empty’ look scared her and incited a series of begging for friendship. But her determination, which could have been mistaken for a fighting stance against his words, had morphed into a smugness as she leaned onto the bed like she was just recounting her day.
“And the face-touching thing,” she added, too relaxedly. Shit, when did she catch that? Pomni squinted her eyes at the ceiling to think of more examples as if Jax’s reactions didn’t even matter.
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” said Jax.
It was the only thing he could think of while memories of every time he snuck into her room while she was sleeping passed through his mind. Was there a time she was awake and caught him?
Pomni looked up at him with a knowing grin. She smoothly raised her finger and said, “You’ve been checking up on me while I’m sleeping and’ve been doing the thumb thing on my cheek. Then you did it-”
“When we were both wasted,” Jax finished conclusively.
A stiffness seeped through his purposely casual stance, his bones ready to carry him away from the room in a rage. He untensed his muscles, breathing slowly to calm the rapid beating of his heart. Pomni only laughed at his sharp comment, furrowing her eyebrows for a second, the way she did when she was considering something.
With a sly grin (since when did she do those? That was Jax’s thing), she glanced to the side. Was she thinking of that night with him? Pomni must have liked it; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been smirking to herself at the mention of it (even when Jax intentionally made the mention sound ridiculous). Why wasn’t she saying anything? If she was thinking about him, Jax needed to know.
Maybe he was bad. And he degraded himself so embarrassingly for her, and she thought he was a pussy. That was it. Most of his memories about their time in her room were about how nice and perky her boobs were. Did Pomni even get anything out of it?
“Y-you’re,” fuck, why was he stuttering? “not actually using me being friendlier to you for a couple of hours as evidence that I could like you,”
It was both dehumanising Pomni and dismissing their circumstance of connection. And he almost performed the careless so perfectly, with the only mess-up being the stutter.
“God no,” said Pomni. She then added too casually, “Gangle, Zooble, and I did some proper stuff that night.”
The image of them all over Pomni struck his stomach, and hot bile rose in his chest. Horror overwhelmed his body before a heavy disappointment started to nestle in his chest.
Gangle’s happy mask needed to break a thousand times over, and Zooble couldn’t even begin to imagine where he’d hide all their parts. Their arm could pop out in one second, smack Gangle over her stupid mask, then tie her stupid, ribbony body into knots so she couldn’t even speak to Pomni again.
Jax just realised he had been gripping the bedsheets with trembling hands. He let go, following Pomni’s eyes and hoping she didn’t notice. She was glancing at his hand and softly chuckled when he realised it. What the hell was so funny? How could she just make him the butt of the joke?
“Sorry,” she giggled, “that was mean.”
What was mean? Did she say something to them? Were they all laughing at him behind his back?
“I didn’t do anything with those guys,” Pomni admitted. “I just wanted to check something that you’d never admit to if I actually asked.”
Relief soothing his heart and stomach was the instinctive reaction, feeling the light warmth Pomni’s face always brought. Then it was the time for his brain to play catch-up. Did she just want to piss him off or something? Jax should have known he was the hottest lay of the circus anyway. If Pomni could get him, she didn’t need anyone else.
Jax tried to think of something to say, like that he knew she was lying, or that he didn’t care, or that she could go and have them, and he wouldn’t care, or that he didn't even like his time with Pomni that much anyway, or that he only liked Pomni for that one time and didn’t need to even speak to her again. They were all horrible, every response. Confusion and relief had made every clear line of thought stumble over each other.
“Uh, well, you,” his mouth started before his brain permitted him to say anything, “y-you are trying way too hard-”
And she started laughing again! The audacity! Jax didn’t even know what was flurrying all over his body, all the good and bad and embarrassing bits that raged inside him every time Pomni was around.
“It’s okay to get a little jealous,” she cooed, a little flirtatiously?
No, she couldn’t have been flirting. She was too anxious for that, even if her grin said otherwise. Jax was the flirty one who took control. Pomni wasn’t going to spend a moment thinking she could wrap him around her little finger when there were bigger fish to fry.
Or maybe he was just a distraction. She was literally focusing on Jax to ignore her own issues. That was classic Ragatha, and somehow Pomni picked up the bad habit.
Shit, Jax had paused for too long.
“Who said I’m jealous?” was all he could think to say while Pomni eyed him up and down like a gourmet steak.
His overalls suddenly became too revealing as his exposed chest and shoulders fluffed up in goosebumps. Pomni’s breasts felt so perfect, moulding and sliding against his skin when they woke up together, and his body melted with the anticipation that it could have happened again. She had gotten a little closer, her hand almost brushing his willing arm. Jax could have seen down her shirt if he had put his head at the right angle.
“Okay,” Pomni said, sliding herself onto her short knees. “We both know everything you’re saying is bullsh-boink-t.”
“What if it’s just not that deep?”
“And I’ll still be here when you’re ready for something,” Pomni continued, ignoring what he said. She wrapped his soul in a warm blanket and seemed to hold it against her chest.
“Which won’t happen,” Jax stated as Pomni kneeled on the bed, almost at eye level. Her breast under the pesky fabric of her pyjama shirt brushed near his armpits as she rose up.
“I’ll be fine with just the fun,” she said in a low voice. Her breath tickled against Jax’s neck, turning all his hair up.
His hands hovered near her small waist, shaking impatiently and imagining the warmth and softness of Pomni’s body. Small, quick thumps behind him drummed as Jax felt the energy of a body that wasn’t even touching him.
“But you know I want more,” she whispered closer to his ear. Everywhere was stiff, hot, so hard to hold back from every inch that wanted to pounce on his friend.
“I want your laugh,” she continued, melting all the muscles in his cheeks. The thudding behind him increased excitedly. He needed Pomni’s laugh.
“I want your banter.”
Jax didn’t have any proper banter without her. She was the one who made his words smart or funny with her own twists. Pomni always knew what he meant or what he was referencing. She was so close to him she could probably feel the heavy pounds of his heart, yearning for her to try and reach it with her careful fingers.
“I want your arrogance.”
The word was meant to strike, but it only melted into his sinking body. It was like Pomni had placed a spell on him to feel so warm and yearning and desperate to feel every inch of her soft curves against his fur. Yet she spelled him into staying still and hanging on her next word. Jax was two separate entities, the embodiment of listening and wanting.
He wanted Pomni. Her body needed to be his and no one else’s. Blood was pooling at the tip of his pelvis, and Jax was throbbing. His hard cock became the third entity that inched closer to Pomni, against his tight pants. It begged and burned and screamed and ached for her.
“I want your vivaciousness.”
How could someone make ‘vivaciousness’ sound so sexy? Pomni had the perfect amount of assertiveness with the word yet said it so smoothly that he wouldn’t have been surprised if she began to plant tender kisses down his neck. Her touch was sadly absent, except for the remnants of her breath that hung against his skin, waiting for the next sentence.
“I want you to feel good and comfortable. Because you make me happy. I like being around you.”
No one liked being around him. The words were almost enough to snap him out of his stupor, but then her breath hit him again, and he didn’t dare speak. Jax needed every bit of her he could get. Pomni didn’t deserve him or his shitty company. Yet she got so close.
God, Pomni. He needed more than just her breath against his skin. Lunge for him, throw another pot plant at his head, grab his ears. Even another accidental brush of her breast could have gotten him so far.
He was on fire. Blood pooled and throbbed in his cock for her. Pomni started a flurry of electricity that panged in his wrists and chest.
Jax wasn’t going to beg. He was above that. But he couldn’t lunge for her because he told her he didn’t care about anything. He wasn’t supposed to care enough to unbutton Pomni’s shirt and trace her tongue around her nipples, biting her so hard that she would have screamed for him while he proved he was an asshole who took what he wanted.
“I want you to feel safe for once,” she sighed into his cheek. Her lips brushed against him as she spoke. “And I want to know more about you.”
She wanted to know about him? About Jax? Why? If only he could just let Pomni pick up all his darkest secrets and inspect them with her delicate hands. A small part of him tried to imagine Pomni stomping on those parts and trying to shatter them, but he couldn’t do it. An overwhelming truth snuggled into his mind, images of Pomni kissing all the dark parts of him, then adoring them with daisies.
“What do you want?” she finally asked.
You, Pomni.
“I- I… I,” he stammered in newfound shyness. His dick raged and commandeered the rest of his body, leaving scraps to trickle from his mouth.
What could he tell her? Pomni’s shy giggles, how considerate she was of others, her care, her coolness, her assertiveness, how rough she could be – they all flooded through his head simultaneously. He couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t disappoint her or say something wrong, or everything about his perfect friend would have disappeared. He couldn’t have her.
Jax wanted her to be safe and wanted her to be his, two things which could never happen together.
“I…” he said stupidly, “I don’t know.”
“Do you want me to touch you right now?”
But he needed to touch her. But he couldn’t break her. Fuck it, he needed anything. Every inch of his skin was readying itself for Pomni.
“Please.”
His voice came out as a whine, so weak and unmanly. Pomni hummed satisfactorily.
“Good boy.”
Warm, exciting flurries rushed to his cheeks, and he gasped. Jax only just realised his eyes were closed and probably had been closed for a while. He braced himself for Pomni, who was taking too long to properly touch him.
Finally, Pomni’s tender hand caressed the back of his head, stretching her fingers in and out against his fur. Her chest pressed into his own, sandwiching the fabrics of their clothes in between them. Jax could feel her supple breasts trying to poke through the tough fabric of his overalls. She shifted up and down against him so slowly, teasing his chest with the prospect of her raw tits. Her thigh rubbed against the tip of his cock, sending pleasurable spikes and pangs up his shaft.
The curve of her waist was smooth and supple against Jax’s hands. His gloves were the first things to come off and toss to the side as Pomni’s hands slid to his neck and she pressed against him. Then there was only one layer of fabric, loose and bunching, separating him from Pomni’s soft body.
“Can I kiss you?” she asked dulcetly.
Jax’s throat had to let out another gasp before he whispered, “Please,” and tilted his head up.
His neck waited for Pomni’s soft lips, which pressed against him. At first, they were a little timid and pattered down his neck like light raindrops mixed in with her trepidatious breath. Then they grew harsher, more assertive, claiming him while he gave his neck to her. Pomni’s hands curled around his head and neck, rough and domineering as she pulled him closer.
The lips pressed and suckled all the way up his neck and traced up to his ear. His tail ached with every dull thump behind him, before he realised his tail had been the source of the thudding.
“Tell me what you want,” she drawled. Her. He needed Pomni. She needed to take him and ruin him and let him touch her.
Jax tried to speak, but only a whimper came out of his body that teemed with fierce wanting. Her, he wanted Pomni. But he couldn’t say it. He couldn’t let her know, for a reason he had forgotten for the moment. His dick was impossibly hot and full, about to burst on the spot.
“Come on, Jax~.”
He never thought he could ever like hearing that name. When Pomni said it, he didn’t want to hear anything else.
“Do you want me to bite?”
“Please,” he repeated, as if it were the only word he could properly say.
Instead of biting, Pomni asked in his ear, “Or do you want me to be gentle?”
“Anything from you.”
Pomni’s breath hitched slightly in surprise before she hummed again. It was so subtle that Jax couldn’t have caught it if she were any further from his ear or if his hands didn’t feel every breath rise or jolt through her back. Jax needed her raw skin against him. The fantasies of her tiny breasts lingered on his hands and tongue, impossible to ignore.
“Can I unbutton you?”
“Took you long enough,” she challenged.
It was like she had pressed a button that released him from the spell that kept him frozen. Hot desire drove him forward into a forceful pounce that earned a small yelp from his friend. Jax pushed her onto the bed, simultaneously missing her sweet lips against his neck and feeling intense hunger for the friend sprawled below him. She was so small yet so powerful. Pomni’s cocky eyes leered at his exposed shoulder and his overall strap that looped down to his arm.
The yellow pyjama buttons were easy to slip off and then pull apart. Pomni’s chest lay in the gap between her undone red and blue pyjamas, a beautiful oasis ready to be trodden upon by anyone lucky enough to even smell her. It was Jax’s oasis.
He greedily slid his hand on his right side, not knowing if the nipples were going to be red or blue, but he didn’t care. The hard bud pressed against the centre of his palm. Jax’s hands instinctively curved around the perfect thing, which wasn’t quite big enough to reach the ends of his curved fingers yet could flatten over his palm. They were so small, perky, yet durable. Just like Pomni, they could survive anything he could put them through.
Pomni’s leg slid up against his inner thigh, then brushed his swelling, hard cock, slowly as if to either goad him into action or tease him. What if he just touched himself in front of her? Just seeing the outskirts of her tits was enough to get him going. And she couldn’t say anything about him caring because Jax was literally taking care of himself. Light tingles buzzed through his shaft when Pomni stroked it again with her leg.
She was biting her lip, confident yet willing. If she wanted to know him and what he could do, Jax was going to show her again. It was all about control, not care.
Jax started massaging her tit, unclipping the buttons of his own overalls. His clothes slid down and pooled at his knees, probably right below Pomni’s feet. He felt his own penis for the first time in the circus. It was long and bent upwards like a veiny and strong metal pipe wrapped in flesh. It wasn’t as thick or straight as what he was used to, but then again, his rabbit body was quite skinny. Jax stroked from the base, knowing everything was too tender to even risk touching his rim.
It was like warm goo was sloshing around in his hardened cock in one hand, while the other hand fondled the most wonderful dense lump hanging from the best person in the circus, or maybe he’d ever met. Pomni was perfect. Her eyes were hungry and glimmering with want, whimpering under Jax’s touch. He needed her so much. He needed all of her around him and in him and to claim all of her.
No, he didn’t care about her. Jax stroked his dick harder, sending dizzying waves of pleasure and warm flurries through all his limbs, up to his loosening brain. He was taking care of himself first.
“S-see, Pom-Pom,” he stammered. “’s all a bit of fun.”
“You’re getting so worked up,” Pomni hummed.
Jax pinched her breast, earning a hot squeak from her. That shut her up and unlocked a warm puddle of saliva forming in his mouth. He needed to taste her.
Out of ideas for a response, Jax threw open the curtains of her pyjamas one at a time. It was the best view he’d ever seen. A red nipple awaited him on his right while a blue one taunted him on the left. Jax chose red. He suckled it vigorously and guided his tongue around it with the agility of a ballerina. Pomni squirmed and gasped temperately under him, so sensitive and vulnerable. His hand pinched at the other nipple, fondling her dense breast with varying degrees of strength.
He then grabbed hard at it, possessively. Jax bit the other nipple at the same time, hoping to cause a little pain, but not too much to break her. Then she sang again.
“Aow~”
Jax hummed along, his grip loosening on his dick. It didn’t matter. Pomni was there, under him, and ready to play and ready to please. He could finally make her feel good. She hadn’t been feeling good for the last couple of days, but Jax could change that. He could make her sing again. He could make her feel better than she’d ever felt before.
Women could have orgasms on their breasts, or so he heard. Whether or not it was true in reality didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he could believe in that truth long enough for Pomni to feel a hot buzz in her nipple the longer he glided over it with his tongue. He could conjure it.
“Arugh~” she sang a little louder. “Oh my god, that’s so good.”
One hand squeezed her breast and glided over her nipple gently with his curved forefinger. The other moved from his dick, putting all his pressure onto the bed to hold himself on top of Pomni. He focused on the feeling she was going to get; she was going to get an intense build-up in her nipples, swirling through her swelling breasts until a fiery orgasm could erupt through him.
He pinched one nipple harder and bit the other again, just for some variation, then went to the soft brushes against them with his finger and tongue.
“Oh, ohmy god, wait Jax, this is- awh~ yes,” she sang.
Her groans evolved to be more guttural, and then there were light sighs. And panting and breathless pleas for more.
“How’re you- OH! Mmgnn, yesm’close,” she whined.
Jax imagined the pressure being stupefyingly large for five seconds.
Five. His tongue whipped over the nipple faster.
“Jax, f-boink-k. Holy…” she couldn’t even finish her sentence before letting out a long groan.
Four. Cartoon logic meant his tongue could go over her at unprecedented speed.
“Ja-aaax~”
Three.
Pomni kept repeating his name among a series of deep moans.
Two. She was so perfect, so soft and adorable against him. Jax was hungry for her and begging for her skin.
A large string of gibberish fell out of Pomni’s mouth, where Jax could only make out a sloppy message that she was going to cum for him.
One. He needed to see her enjoy herself.
A loud concoction of moans and half-sentences spilled from the crying body as Jax lifted himself to look at her. A thin line of drool connected from her blue nipple and then fell across her chest. Pomni was blinking rapidly, her eyes rolling up to the tense creases on her forehead. Her quivering lips were curled into a smile. Tears peeped out from the corners of her eyes and crept down into her messy hair.
She brought her hands behind her head, squirming under what must have been an intense orgasm. Her messy hair covered part of the pleasure radiating from her face. Jax had to brush it out of the way to properly see her bliss. Then the moans turned into pants, and Pomni was blinking herself back into the room.
“How’d you..” she panted. “Whoa.”
Pomni closed her eyes and chuckled to herself. It was the most relieved chuckle Jax had seen from her.
“Whoa,” she repeated.
“Mm-hm,” Jax hummed smugly. “Toldja I could do fun.”
“Never doubted it,” Pomni replied a little too quickly. Her eyes were opened again, filled with a new vigour and a hunger Jax knew all too well. Either her stamina was too good, or she was ravenous for something.
She was in no position to pounce. Jax was lying on top of her, his arm guarding the side while his legs trapped her between them. His hand was at the side of her face again, caressing her soft cheek.
Somehow her hungry eyes made him feel weak, like his body was melting under her command. Pomni lifted her hand to the side of his face again and guided him towards her. Her kiss was tender and sweet, plucking his lips with her own. When she slid her tongue inside, Pomni swiftly ducked it under and pushed his tongue up to the roof of his mouth. Jax squeaked at the forcefulness, and Pomni hummed in satisfaction. He tried to dip his tongue under his friend, telling her that Jax was the one who was hungry and needed to be satisfied. That lasted for a second as Pomni’s grip on his fur tightened and her tongue pushed against him, winning their fight in a way that turned Jax’s limps into velvet.
She rolled him over, a little too easily, then pushed herself off him. Pomni was sitting on his chest, topless. Her breasts were red with bitemarks and fingerprints like a priceless, steel statue temporarily vandalised with marker. It simultaneously felt sacrilegious yet empowering to see his marks on her.
“You don’t care, but then you stop stroking yourself so I can feel good?” Pomni said cockily.
With great courage, Jax spoke up to the goddess, an outright lie, “Doesn’t mean I like you. It only proves you’re a cartoon character having cartoon sex with cartoon physics.”
“So you’re not actually hard right now?” she asked.
Pomni shifted backwards so that her butt excited the roaring hardness in his cock further. She re-adjusted herself, pulling her pants down, before she was sitting on top of Jax, the wet lips of her labia sliding against his dick. Jax whimpered at an excited tingle.
“T-that’s a different question,” he managed to get out against the building pressure tightening in his shaft, sending angry pangs that ranged and shouted for Pomni’s insides.
“I know I’m experiencing the feeling of finding you incredibly hot like this,” she said. Somehow, she got such a weird sentence to sound so sexy coming out of her mouth.
“That doesn’t prove we’re real.”
It was too good to be real: Pomni’s perky breasts wobbling above him every time she breathed, her looking at him with such wanting that he didn’t deserve. But he felt everything. The searing fire in his cock almost made it seem like he was living two realities.
“I think it does,” Pomni stated.
Maybe she was right. Jax so desperately wanted her to be right, keeping her blissful face, mid-orgasm stuck in his mind. He made that happen. He made her happy, and someone really wanted him around.
“I can’t take you seriously, jester,” he lied, feigning a laugh. He closed his eyes to portray a casualness, but when he opened them, Pomni was starting to get off.
Then the contact left him, and Jax’s skin was bare. Of course, he fucked it up, because that’s what he did. He couldn’t keep anything good, especially Pomni.
She grunted decisively, and before Jax could even look, something was plonked on his head with a jingle. Pomni got on top of him again, grinning smugly. She did not just put the jester hat on him. Jax chuckled at her, wondering why she was readjusting herself on top of his penis. He felt the slippery inside of her labia again, expanding the pooling blood in his throbbing cock.
“You didn’t just put the jester hat on me,” said Jax, holding back a whine building up in his chest. Delighted pangs throbbed hotly in his wrists and feet, and electricity seemed to buzz all over his erect dick.
“You’re right, it does look stupid,” Pomni said patronisingly. She moved up and down against him, rubbing her slippery insides against his willing cock. It passed her hole, so desperate to go inside. He needed every part of her. “Keep saying all your stuff.”
Jax whined at one of the thrusts. He was so close to being inside and seeing those beautiful breasts bounce in front of him again. She was right; everything he was saying was stupid. Jax wanted her so much. He needed her body and her laugh and her smile and her comfort and her assertiveness.
“Good boy,” she said.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“The look gave it away.” How was her voice always so kind, yet crisp, yet could turn so sexy on a whim? “You want me, and I want you. I like you, and you like me.”
Want didn’t begin to describe how he felt, and like wasn’t a powerful enough of a word. Need. It was a wholehearted need. He needed everything about Pomni, the shining light in every adventure and every conversation.
“I don’t care about you,” Jax whispered, furrowing his eyebrows in battle against the growing throbs in his cock. “I don’t- ugh~.”
His moan was too light and unmanly in front of Pomni; it was so embarrassing, yet he wanted her to see it and caress it like he knew she would. He had to close his eyes. Looking at such a perfect person made the lies so much harder to bring out.
“Just say something when you’re ready,” said Pomni. She paused, her rhythm, then went again, a little half-heartedly. Before dejection could set in, Pomni asserted, “I want you inside me.”
“Please,” said Jax, opening his eyes to look at her again. That word at least didn’t really reveal anything they didn’t already know or wanted to admit.
She was quick to pounce on him, eagerly slipping his hard dick inside her warm, comforting body. Wet warmth pressed against his entire cock in an exciting hug before she started thrusting. Pomni rocked him inside her, sending dizzying rushes from the tip of his wet cock with every hard thrust. It was first slow and intentional, her breasts only rocking slightly from the impact.
Pomni was determined yet kind on top of him. The bared teeth from last time weren’t there, replaced by a caring smile. She accepted him, laying bare and vulnerable for her. What Jax thought was hunger in her eyes was something else he only then recognised: yearning.
Someone yearned for him. How could someone yearn for him?
He didn’t care if she was hungry, if she wanted to devour him, or if she simply wanted to trace her fingers down him and inspect him gently.
Pomni started thrusting harder and quicker, increasing the intensity of all the spinning and tingling in Jax’s body. Pangs were everywhere, and pleasurable aches took over his senses. His eyes struggled to stay on Pomni’s moving breasts, which were bopping up and down so hypnotically that they begged for his attention.
His whines and moans poured from his mouth like a broken tap. Pomni was so amazing for making him feel like that, for seeing through him and wanting to make him happy regardless.
“Pomni,” he whimpered. ‘I need you’ was on the tip of his tongue, but he held it back.
“Good boy,” she said deliciously. A hot trickle went up his burning cock at the comment, and he whined helplessly.
She shook Jax’s entire body against her bed, bouncing up and down against him like they were rocking buoys in rough waves. Pomni’s breasts were bouncing faster above him. Her face made cute transitions between determination and tenderness, never breaking her eyes from Jax’s face.
Their pants mixed into each other as an undercurrent of the overwhelming jingle in Jax’s ears. Shocking waves and sparks and flurries built so intensely everywhere: all through his dick, up his chest, firing in his wrists and feet, to his cheeks and even his foggy mind. Brilliant white surrounded the corners of his eyes, framing Pomni in a halo as she wrapped and caressed him with her warm and slick fluid.
He really needed her. Pomni was everything she needed, and she was above him so confidently. The intensity inside him laxed his face, and his eyes began to lose themselves. Jax wanted to look at her through the disorientating rocking, but she had spelled him into seeing whiteness when he looked at her cute, determined face for too long.
Each thrust forced out a series of moans. He was so sensitive. His skin was aroused by the mere notion that Pomni could have tenderly stroked him at any moment.
“Pomni~” was the only clear word he could get out for her.
He was so weak and pathetic and stupid, made worse with the jester hat on. Jax had lost, and anything he said to her could have easily been undermined by the stupid hat jingling on his head.
“I- I,” he started. Every part of his mind and body needed her and needed to tell her, but he couldn’t tell her.
His eyes rolled up, lost in an all-encompassing bliss, taking over his entire body and voice. Waves and waves all around and in him. Everything was hot and warm. Pomni placed her gentle hands on his chest and stroked downwards, gripping his fur possessively, then running her hands through it.
In the exciting haze, his mouth moved before his mind.
“I can’t need you,” he panted, hopefully quietly enough for the bells to mask it.
Pomni stroked his face, momentarily bringing his eyes back out of their blank stupor. That yearning look overtook her cute face, especially her eyes.
“I like you so much,” she said.
His eyes and throat were tensing. Jax’s cloudy mind so desperately wanted to argue against her liking him or being his friend, but then Pomni’s face was so sincere and open. She was asking for him.
“Please don’t like me,” was all Jax could think of to say. “You’re too great.”
‘Like’ wasn’t a strong enough word for what he felt. Something about what he said made his friend’s face light up beautifully, and her thrusts had more energy, starting to overwhelm every sense. Tight pressure had built all over his shaft, wanting so badly to release itself into her.
“You’re great,” said Pomni, sliding her hands along his chest. “I want you so badly.”
“I can’t want you~” he groaned against the pressure. “I can’t help…” A shocking wave forced him to whine for her. He’d do anything for her.
“Pomni~” The words were spilling out of him, the pressure building in every part of his body as Pomni wielded him. “F-boink-k, I need you so much.”
The jingles of his jester bells rang with the stupid truths that spilled out of him.
“I need you all the time,” he whimpered, closing his blanking eyes, half rolled into the back of his head. “I want you all the time. You’re so… so.”
He couldn’t think of anything besides great or perfect or wonderful, but they couldn’t do her justice.
“There’s nothing I don’t adore,” he panted.
The pressure was so burning and all-encompassing; Jax was going to burst.
“Good boy,” Pomni panted against him.
It was too much to hold back.
“So close,” he managed.
“You’ve been so good for me.”
Jax nodded obediently.
“Cum,” she demanded, lowly.
And it worked.
All the pressure spilled out in droves down his blissfully powerful cock, sending flurries and shafts through his body in continuous waves. Mists and gases burst in his head, swiftly spiking down his body. Quick circuits of pleasure flurried through him.
Jax writhed and moaned and screamed beneath her. His voice was sore, and tears steamed down the sides of his cheeks. Pomni’s rocks against him had slowed down steadily until she finally let him go. They were separated for a moment too long before Pomni lay next to him, stroking his heavily rising and falling chest with her gentle hand.
The remnants of bliss lingered in every weak muscle. When Jax was strong enough to open his eyes and look at his friend again, she was staring at him contentedly. Her face almost read that she felt lucky, which was a little backwards. Pomni had just given him all the pleasure in the world, and she still looked at him like he had done something for her. Did she even cum?
“D-did you…” His mouth was too weak to say everything.
“It’s okay,” said Pomni. “Women don’t usually do it from there.”
Jax wasn’t having that. With the little strength he had left in his aching bones, he rolled Pomni to the bed, lazily pinning fown her arms. She chuckled good-naturedly at him.
“You don’t need to-”
“Do you want me to?”
He needed to make sure first. Jax couldn’t just shove his fingers in there without asking, especially when she was being so beautifully nice.
“I mean, I really wouldn’t be opposed.”
Jax’s fingers slipped easily into her wet entrance, still thick from his own cum. He felt the wet, warm, squishy tunnel around his fingers. She had soaked them the moment they entered her. He found the thin wall towards the back and curled his fingers into it, watching Pomni’s face intently.
The effect was immediate. The rapid blinks started with the staggered breaths. Jax wiped the hair out of her face with the other hand as it was getting caught in her fluttering eyelashes. Her mouth opened and slacked. Then finally, she was singing again.
“Ough~” she moaned for him.
Jax decided to quicken his pace, rocking her light body slightly against the bed with his fingers. The groans increased in delicate notes. Then, finally, she whispered his name.
“Yes, Jax, keep going.”
He obeyed her, curling against the thin wall hard and in a measured way. He knew not to do it too fast. Pomni closed her eyes, her face tensing and releasing with every movement.
It was the perfect opportunity to trace kisses down her small stomach until he finally reached her vagina. Its perfume was as beautiful as he remembered, sweet like a flower. While his fingers moved and curled inside her, Jax found the sensitive lump at the top, his tongue quickly glided over her clitoris in a syncopated rhythm against her temperate gasps.
“Oh my, yes,” she whimpered. “Jax, oh my god.”
His tongue quickly lapped over her clitoris with cartoonish speed, his fingers speeding up slightly inside of her. Pomni’s moans were clear and soaring through the room.
“I’m really close,” she whined, squirming against the bed.
Jax continued, listening to Pomni’s growing voice as he worked inside her. She needed to feel good. Jax needed to be the source of some kind of happiness. She could have told him what to do all she liked, and it didn’t matter, as long as Pomni had a moment of happiness.
Her body was trembling the longer his fingers worked inside her.
“Ja-ah, Jaax~” she sang smoothly. Her moans went deep from her gut, but then were high in her chest. She didn’t need to say anything for her voice to sound sweet.
The bedsheets beneath him shifted, as if they were being pulled upwards. Pomni must have been pulling them up, gripping them because she was feeling too amazing. Holy shit, Jax was a king. Motivating energy revitalised him, and his tail started flapping in the air.
Her shaking increased with her loud moans and whines as she panted with a breath so powerful it might have been the only thing Pomni struggled to handle.
“Holy- Jax, I’m!” she blubbered. “Uah~ Jax! I’m really close. Jax!”
Pomni repeated his name over and over, getting so loud that the others could have heard outside. He didn’t care. They were sleeping anyway.
“JAX, UAGH~ JAX,” she screamed.
Finally, she convulsed, arching her back up towards him in a deep cry. Pomni’s long sigh filled the room, and warm liquid shot at Jax’s face, not quite at his mouth where her clit was. Was that right?
He slid his fingers out from her, wiping the excess fluid along Pomni’s outer thigh. It lay next to him as if all the tenseness had been dissolved. Pomni had become quiet, her breath soft and relaxed.
“That was,” she started breathily.
Jax’s tongue was still gliding over her sensitive clitoris, which had swollen under his touch.
“I- I’m close with the… with the other one,” she drawled like she lost all the energy to say anything else.
When her final orgasm came, her moan was light and airy, yet still had the length he’d come to know from her. Jax left her vagina and had a final whiff of its sweet perfume, trailing up his friend’s body with light kisses until they were at eye-level. They panted next to each other, their eyes half-lidded. Even when Jax was all spent, dripping with cum and sweat and lying next to her, he still felt the need to have Pomni.
“You’re still wearing the hat,” she said sleepily, beaming at him.
Jax was safe enough to hold the side of her face again and stroke her cheek with his thumb. It was smooth and flushed with the residual warmth from her orgasm. She blinked dopily, her eyes falling shut. He didn’t need to worry about looking or sounding stupid; wearing the stupidest hat ever didn’t change anything he said or did. And Pomni saw through everything, even the best facades.
“Thought it turned you on,” he joked.
Pomni chuckled and shuffled closer towards him. Soon she was lying where she was meant to be, nestled on top of him with her breasts squished against his skin. Her arm rested against his chest like before, limp and uncaring. Her breaths were slowing beneath him.
“I’ve wanted you for a while,” she sighed into his skin.
All the energy to fight had been replaced with a warm density that weighed down Jax’s body and thoughts.
“I even need you now,” Jax whispered, hoping Pomni was starting to drift off before she heard any of his confession. “Every day I need your voice, and your wit and your smile and your patience.”
She’d been way too patient with him. Pomni grunted with a small nod. He continued stroking the side of her cheek, the way he did when she was having a nightmare and needed to be soothed.
It didn’t take her long to nod off, her light snores crackling against his skin. A part of Jax wished to see inside her mind and protect her from whatever she was dreaming about, despite her being strong enough to handle anything.