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A doorknob stared Pomni in the face. A cartoon bead of sweat appeared on her forehead as she focused intently on it.
“Come onnn, try it!” A sly voice teased from behind her. “You’re gonna love this one.”
“Ugh, the fact you want me to open it so bad isn’t very encouraging.” Pomni said flatly.
“Aw, you can trust me!” Jax pushed through grinning teeth. The two had taken a habit to exploring the circus halls together at night when neither of them could sleep. Pomni began closely inspecting the door’s edges, then pressed herself to the floor trying to get a peek underneath it.
“Hm…” She put her knuckle against her lip and felt a mischievous smirk creep across her face out of Jax’s view. In a swift motion, she grabbed onto the handle, then pressed her shoulder against the door and swung it open towards Jax as she took shelter behind it. “Hah!” She felt herself smile toothily as she watched to see whatever horror he had waiting for her unleash upon him. A gust of wind from the movement rustled his ears but he just stared at her with a bored expression.
“Lame.” He sighed and gestured an open palm towards the interior of the room. Pomni cautiously peeked around the door and glanced inside. It seemed to be an art studio, with a table, chair and a lamp. There were pictures all over the walls, and Pomni couldn’t help but notice they were all portraits of Ragatha.
“Wow… a Ragatha room?” She commented as she entered, still taking it all in.
“Yup.” Jax grinned mischievously.
“How’d you find this place?”
“Oh, I was exploring one night and walked in here on Gangle drawing these.”
“What? Gangle drew all these?”
“Yeah,” Jax chuckled. “She snuck a Ragatha figurine from a previous adventure in here. She has this weird secret obsession with her.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. “I like to use it as blackmail fuel. Cringe, huh?”
“Aw, that’s kind of sweet.” Pomni approached the table and inspected the little figurine of Ragatha, who was leaning with one hand on her hip and a modest smile. “Ragatha acts like no one around here likes her but that’s clearly not true.” Pomni eyed an interesting drawing of Ragatha in her beach outfit.
“Ugh, well it’s weird, okay?”
“It’s not! It’s cute! Ragatha is cute!”
“Oh? Maybe you should add some drawings to the walls since you like her so much.” He closed his eyes and a crooked grin lifted against his cheek.
“Oh, go f%@k yourself.” Pomni retorted. She was getting better at reflexively batting down Jax’s attempts to push her buttons. She clasped her hands behind herself and continued looking at Gangle’s work.
Jax opened one eye, still smiling. “I wish I could.”
“W-what?” She laughed and turned around to look at him. His expression changed briefly to mild surprise and then an even wider grin plastered across his face.
“Wait, wait. Don’t tell me you haven’t tried it yet?”
“Tried… what?”
“F$@king yourself.”
Pomni paused, a little stunned. “Am… I supposed to be getting something here?”
“Have you tried masturbating since you arrived here.” His tone was beginning to sound annoyed.
“Um…” Pomni was reeling a little from the sudden personal topic. “… Yes?”
“Ha! What’d you think? Disappointing, right?” He leaned back again with a lax smile.
Her eyes darted away from him, still confused. “N- no..?”
Jax’s face turned serious and he closed the door behind him. “Wh- are you serious?”
“I- I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to this? I- I mean it’s a little weird with this body, but-”
Jax threw out his arms in frustration. “None of us can have s%x here. We can’t even jerk off! Caine took it away from us as soon as we got here, and you’re saying he let you keep it?” He brought his hand to his temple. “Did he forget?”
“Uh, I- I don’t know? I didn’t know no one else could!” Pomni stammered, suddenly feeling guilty.
“No wonder you’re the most mentally stable person here. That’s so f&*king unfair.” He shouted, not particularly at her. He walked to a corner of the room and sank to the ground, wrapping his arms around his knees. Pomni instinctively walked over and sat adjacent to him and looked at the ceiling.
“I’m sorry, that’s awful… I didn’t realize he had deprived you of that.” She looked down at her hands. There was a silence in the room.
“Can I watch?”
“Huh?” Pomni blinked.
“Can I watch you do it?” Jax’s eyes were fixed on the floor. “You can say no.”
Her heartbeat began picking up in her chest. “I… You… want to watch a clown masturbate?” She chuckled nervously.
He scowled. “I said you can say no. I’m sure if you told anyone else in the circus that you could do that, they would ask to watch.” His ears flattened against his head.
“I… Right, that makes sense. But, like, wouldn’t that be torture?”
“Please.”
Pomni had rarely seen Jax drop his usual guard like this and ask for something that he genuinely wanted. Usually Pomni had to read between the lines to tell he was even asking.
“Um…” Pomni took a moment to consider. She didn’t consider herself to be that shy but Jax wasn’t a very trustworthy person when it came to personal vulnerabilities. But something nagged at her about the way he asked. He seemed to be genuinely desperate and she wanted to help. “I… guess, but can we, uh, go to my room first?”
Jax’s expression didn’t change except for his ears lifted just a little. “Sure.” He got up and opened the door.
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When they arrived in Pomni’s room, she was beginning to feel a little jittery. Jax took a seat on one of the alphabet blocks on her floor and kept wearing his annoyed expression which aimed at the floor. Pomni awkwardly sat on her bed an pressed her knees together politely as her eyes searched the room for no reason in particular. “Do, um, you need anything before I start?”
“No.”
“O-okay. Just let me know if you do…” She scooted herself back against her pillows and spread her legs. She glanced towards Jax who was glancing towards her but then pushed his eyes back to the floor, the fur rising a little on his cheeks. This is so awkward… Pomni hesitantly reached a gloved hand between her legs and began palming herself through the fabric of her clothes. She kept her eyes on Jax and studied him. He looked nervous. His hands were clasped between his knees and his body was tense. Heels against the floor, ready to leave at a moment’s notice.
“Jax… I thought you wanted to watch?” Pomni breathed carefully as she continued touching herself. Jax’s eyes finally locked onto her and her breath caught at the feeling of being watched. She was sure what he was seeing was obscene, not to mention ridiculous. His eyes darted across her body and rested onto where her fingers were. She was pressing her middle fingers up and down against the fabric and her breath was beginning to waver.
“Can… you take your clothes off?” His eyes veered off again.
“Oh, um, no. I don’t think Caine forgot that part… They’re stuck on me.”
“Oh.”
“Uh, but I can reach in! See?” She maneuvered her arm awkwardly into her suit collar and plunged deep towards herself, her tongue sticking out in concentration. “But… it kind of hurts my arm so I just kinda do it like this.” She yanked her arm back out and returned her hand to its previous spot. Jax watched her silently.
Pomni upped the speed and pressure just a tad and pleasure began coursing through her. She began breathing heavier and looked back at Jax who was beginning to look at her with a melancholic hunger. It was a face she’d never seen him make before and it went straight to her gut. She held eye contact with him and watched every little movement on his face. She felt herself relaxing as she relished the way he looked at her. “Nnh…”
They stayed there for a minute, watching each other as she continued working on herself. Jax leaned forward on his block seat and studied her closer. His face was exposing a profound cocktail of want, jealousy and sadness. Empathy pulled at her heart, thinking how long it must have been since he’s done anything sexual at all. No wonder he is so pent up all the time. Pomni didn’t realize she was slowing down until he said something. “You’re stopping?”
“Oh! Um, no. You just look… I mean… C-can I sit on your lap?” She blurted out before her brain could catch up. Jax’s ears shot straight up and his face flooded with a lagomorphic fear. “I don’t have to! You just look… um, lonely?” He sat still for a moment and Pomni’s heart dropped from the awkwardness before she tried to revive her rhythm to show that she really meant that she didn’t have to involve him.
Then suddenly she felt the bed shift and he was sitting at the end of her bed, eyes searching nervously anywhere but near her. Pomni eagerly sat up and crawled towards him, putting a tentative hand on his shoulder, which made him jump a little. “Is that a yes?”
Jax just nodded awkwardly, but didn’t move. She smiled a little mischievously and leaned in front of him, forcing him to make eye contact. “Can I kiss you?”
Jax gave her a wounded look but then glanced away. “Sure, knock yourself out.” Pomni gingerly crawled into his lap and straddled him. She touched his cheek and his face bristled as his gaze returned back to her. She leaned in and kissed him, but his mouth was as flat as the rest of his face. It was awkward and felt like making out with a beach ball to be honest. She pulled back and he gave her a forlorn look. “Not very interesting, isn’t it?” Determined to prove him wrong, she kissed him again but this time more openly. Her tongue slid over his flat mouth and teeth, and she felt him lean into it. This time when she saw his face, he looked at her with flustered awe.
Satisfied with that, she turned around and sat with her back against his chest. Once she was comfortable, she looked up at him and beamed a smile. He looked down at her with poorly fronted annoyance and Pomni was not fooled. He was blushing profusely and it made her a little giddy. This was fun. She picked up where she left off and rubbed between her legs vigorously. “Hmmmh.” She whined and leaned her head back into him. An extra set of gloved hands gently touched the outside of her legs. He looked down at her hungrily and she returned it back at him.
“If you want, you can reach into my suit? You might be able to reach better than me.” His hand was already prying its way past her collar. It was tight, but luckily her clothes were just about as rubbery as she was and he stretched past. Fingers slid past her chest, her stomach and finally where she wanted it most. The direct contact made her gasp. “Ohhhh.” Her legs flew open wider and she rutted into his hand.
“God, Pom-.” Jax breathed. “F&%k.” A finger curled into her and she moaned, gripping his leg for leverage. His free hand slipped under her left leg and pulled it wider to give himself more access. Pomni was awkwardly strapped to his right arm because of the tight suit. He pressed her body closer to his stomach and added a second finger, earning an open sigh from the jester. Her hand scrambled behind her until it hovered over his groin. “Don’t.” He almost spat as she felt his body tense up. She stopped and looked up at him. “We’ll both be disappointed.” He said bitterly.
“S-sorry.” She drew her hands back to herself and guilt roiled in her belly. He looked at her with a huff and his fingers drove in harder, earning a surprised yelp. She grabbed Jax’s arm around her leg to stabilize herself. Suddenly his right hand pulled out from her and then her suit and she groaned, looking up at him for an answer. He lifted her off his lap and laid her back on the bed. Anxiety pulsed through her heart and she cursed herself for trying to touch him back. “I’m-“
“Shh.” He lowered himself to his knees beside her bed and his hand was making its way up her shorts.
“O-oh…” She felt relief wash over her as his fingers plunged back in.
“This is a better angle.”
“Y-yeahh.” She stared at him weakly with his as he pumped in and out of her. “Nhhhh, Jax. Hey, Jax?”
“What?” He said flatly.
“Can you press your thumb, um, on my clit? Please?” She pleaded. Her hand touched his through the fabric and she guided him to the right spot. When his thumb finally arrived and applied pressure, she felt herself become breathless. “Ahhh, yeah, there.” Her eyes fell shut as she focused on the feeling. His fingers pumping into her and curling, thumb tracing explorative swirls over her clit. Her breathing was getting ragged.
“Heh.” Jax chuckled and she opened her eyes to see him looking a little smug.
“What?”
“Nothing. Just didn’t think you’d be that into this. Look at you. I’ve never seen such a dirty jester.” He grinned.
She felt her cheeks heat up defensively. “What? I- agh, of course I’m into this. You’re f-“ his fingers made a particularly firm pulse into her and she yelped helplessly. She opened her eyes again and saw his free hand resting on the edge of her bed. “G- give me that!” She snatched his hand and brought it to her chest and squeezed with both her hands, seeking out affection to salve herself. Jax didn’t seem to react, but he let her keep it. He was focusing on her face and leaned forward a little, squinting. “W-what??” She felt exasperated.
“Your eyes.” She felt herself burn under his vision. “They changed.”
“Ugh, ok?”
“Yeah. They’re solid colors now. One’s red and one’s blue.” He remarked with mild fascination.
“Huh…” Pomni didn’t really have the energy to care. Her thoughts were increasingly frantic by the second. His hand kept fucking her steadily and her gut was coiling rapidly. She clutched the hand on her chest harder and watched him watch her as she fell apart. “Nnnhh-!” She gasped through gritted teeth and struggled to keep her eyes open. Pleasure flooded her body and she could feel herself pulsing around his fingers. The sound of her ragged gasps echoed in her ears.
When she opened her eyes he was leaning over her face with a studying glare, which swiftly curved into a smug grin. “Ugh!” Pomni slapped her hands over her eyes.
“Your teeth got all sharp when you came.” He announced gleefully.
“I don’t wanna know!” It was embarrassing to hear what her cartoon body was doing.
“It’s cute!” He teased, clearly enjoying her discomfort. He sat back on her floor and rested an elbow on the edge of the bed, still grinning.
Pomni shifted herself up and sat near him, her legs hanging over the edge, still a bit dazed. “So… was that good for you? Did you get anything out of that?”
Jax sat quiet for a moment and then beamed at her smugly, “Yeah! I loved watching you embarrass yourself. It was funny.”
Pomni chewed on her cheek trying to ignore that comment. “Well, I’m sorry it was so one-sided. You’d let me know if there was anything I can do for you, right? Um, even if we pretend, it’s fine!” She stopped herself from saying more. She wanted to tell him how good that was for her, but she felt that might twist the knife in his wound that was sex deprivation.
Jax’s face told her it might have been twisted anyway, though. His eyes were fixed on the floor again. “I don’t think it would be worth-“
Suddenly an alarm rang through the circus and the two nearly jumped out of their skins.
“W-what is that?” Pomni pulled her limbs towards herself nervously.
Jax sighed heavily. “It’s Caine. He’s calling an ‘emergency meeting’ which is usually just him wanting to bother us instead of letting us sleep.”
“Oh.” Pomni mused over the fact that they weren’t really sleeping anyways.
Jax stood up. “Well we better get out there or he’ll just snap us there. Are you good to go out?” He eyed her in her disheveled state.
“Oh! One second.” She ran to her mirror and straightened out her clothing and hair. “All right, let’s go.” The two exited the room.