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Jax wasn't planning on going to the sleepover.
It wasn't that he hated them. He actually liked sleepovers, back before everything shifted. Before the smiles started feeling rehearsed and before everything soft in him turned sharp.
Now, things were different. His tendencies were only part of it.
Snoring, sleep talking, that kind of thing.
And the bed wetting.
It was rare, but it came back every month like some cruel reminder that even monsters had embarrassments.
There was no way he was going to let Pomni find out. Not this version of her. Not the Pomni who smiled like she was cutting glass with her teeth.
She would not stop asking though. Persistent didn't even begin to describe her. Her voice had that curious, tempting tone that made saying no feel useless. He gave in almost immediately. He always did.
Now he stared at his reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing it.
The glass caught the faint pink lines that traced along his chest, glowing faintly in the dim room. They pulsed as he breathed, humming softly in his bones. The marks were permanent reminders of what he had become.
Would she care? Probably not. Evil rarely found scars unsettling.
He touched the lines briefly. His ears drooped low as guilt pressed against his ribs. It felt unfamiliar, almost foreign. Then he smirked weakly at his reflection before shoving the feeling away. Guilt was useless here.
He rolled his shoulders back, put on his best careless expression, and stepped into the living room.
The pink tent dominated the floor. Even from across the space, he could feel it humming with strange energy. Across the room, Zooble and Orbs Man chatted quietly in the blue tent, silhouettes shifting in the flickering light. Jax did not care what they were planning now.
He peered into the pink tent.
Pomni was sprawled across a sleeping bag, doomscrolling on a cracked device that hissed static every few seconds. Red light washed across her grin, making it glow.
"Fucking finally," she muttered without looking up. "What took you so long?"
He swallowed, anxiety creeping up his throat. "I… um…"
Her head turned sharply. Her eyes gleamed with impatience and amusement. "I, um? That's all you've got?" She mocked his stammer, repeating the words perfectly with a flat, unimpressed stare. "Pathetic."
"It was nothing," he said quietly.
The air seemed to vibrate for a moment. Then Pomni sighed dramatically and reached for him. Her hand gripped the front of his overalls and yanked him down with a surprising amount of strength. He barely had time to react before her mouth crashed against his.
The force of it hit him harder than he expected. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't kind. It was claiming.
His thoughts scattered. He did not kiss back. He didn't even move. Something inside him wasn't sure if it was allowed to respond.
Pomni pulled back after a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You're so tense," she said, voice low and sharp. "Relax, dumbass. I don't bite."
He knew that wasn't true. He had seen the bite marks before.
He nodded silently. His pulse raced, but the expression on his face stayed neutral. She tilted her head slightly, smiled faintly, and then kissed him again.
This time, he kissed her back.
It wasn't affection. It wasn't romance. It was survival. The kind of connection only two people who had already accepted their own corruption could share.
They didn't pretend to be good anymore.
He whimpered pathetically, and she didn't miss it. Pomni went closer to him, straddling his hips. He bucked instantly against her. She pinned them down roughly, leaning towards his ears. "You get what I give you, got it?"
"Don't nod. Words, bunny."
"Y-yes ma'am!" he whined.
She raised a brow, scowling. "You're such a fucking whore."
He nearly came right there. The sound that punched out of him was humiliating, raw and broken and loud enough that she had to close her eyes and exhale through her nose just to keep her composure. She pulled him back in by the collar. His foot was already going, tapping a rapid, staccato beat against the floorboards, thumpthumpthumpthump, a dead giveaway that whatever was happening inside him was cresting fast. He'd never been able to control it. Bunny thing.
She grabbed his purple overalls and started working the buttons. He caught her wrist.
She went still. Looked at him. Looked at his hand on her wrist like he'd just reached up and altered the sky.
"Did you just stand up for your godsdamn self?"
"I'm sorry." The words came out waterlogged, crumbling at the edges. He pulled back from her like she'd burned him, folded in on himself, and buried his face in his knees. His ears pressed flat against the pink fur of his skull.
Pomni sat there for a moment, fingers still tingling where he'd grabbed her. She wasn't going to pretend the whole exchange hadn't done something for her, because it had, obviously, she wasn't dead, but there was a difference between pushing someone and breaking them, and the sound he'd just made fell squarely on the wrong side of that line.
She was evil. She knew that. But she wasn't a monster.
With an eye roll that cost her real effort, she crawled over to him.
"Your chest really hairy or somethin'?"
One yellow eye cracked open between his fingers. A head shake.
"You got massive man tits?"
Another head shake.
"What is it then?"
"I'm trans." Barely a whisper. The word came out like something he'd been holding underwater and had finally, reluctantly, let surface.
"Oh?" She tilted her head. Her expression shifted, not softened exactly, but redirected. Curious.
"You… you're not mad?" His voice was wrecked.
"All that did was make me wonder what your downstairs situation is."
Both his ears shot up. His foot slammed against the floor so hard it was practically a kick. Pomni laughed, a real one, startled out of her, and fell back onto her elbows.
"It's… it's not *funny*!" The blush hit his face like a paint spill, vivid even through the pink fur. He pulled his knees tighter. "I thought you'd hate me," he added, quieter, after a moment. The words weren't aimed at her anymore. They were aimed at the floor, at himself, at every version of this conversation he'd clearly rehearsed and dreaded in his head.
"You gonna tell me what it is then, or are you going to show me?" Pomni chided, going back to her cold act. Jax's throat felt dry, and he nodded, slipping the purple straps off of his shoulders. She watched with careful eyes, careful not to overstep.
He stepped out of them, revealing his bulge in his boxers. She cocked her head. "That real?"
He shook his head, rubbing his hand on his opposite arm. "No..It's um.." His throat bobbed. "It's a packer."
This made the jester grin. "Fuck yes. That means I get to be top."
Jax stammered, "I don't think that's how it works." Before he could finish, either sentence wise or sexually, she was digging in her bag. A strap-on. Jax had seen one of them before. He had, surprisingly, had female partners before. Though his eyes still widened like it was the first time he'd seen one. "Is that?"
She nods. "I keep it handy." Pomni didn't miss the question in his eyes. "Don't ask. You really don't wanna know, bun."
Her jester costume came off in one piece, the only thing remaining a pair of blue and red panties. Pomni gave him that damn degrading look. "You want this pussy?"
Jax nodded frantically.
She smirked. "Come take these off me then." Pomni leaned back on the sleeping bag, propping her knees up. He froze for a moment, but stumbled over. Jax wasted no time tugging them down. "Lick baby," she whispered. He did so, his tongue licking up her slick. She threw her head back, bucking her hips up. "Oh yeah. Just like that bunny." He sped up, his foot tapping behind them. Pomni grabbed him by the ears, evoking a moan from him. She pulled him away. "I'm not in the mood to receive." It was so simple for her to say. Jax envied it.
"Take those damn boxers off."
He did so with haste, taking the packer with them, revealing a pussy he let few see.
He was thrown back roughly against the air mattress on the other side of the tent. He yelped, but the pain was forgotten quickly when Pomni approached wearing the strap. "Lay back."
He listened.
"Legs up."
It had been years since he'd done this last. He lifted them up while they were straight out. It made Pomni laugh and him very, very red. "You're really stupid, you know that?"
She bent them at the knee and put them up to his chest. While holding them there, without warning, she slammed the strap into his aching cunt. It made a sickening wet sound as she sped up, the whole tent shook. The others outside were forgotten. He let out an earth shattering moan, already seeing stars.
"P-Pomni!"
"Such a needy boy."
"Ngh..Good."
He was cut off by his climax, his back arching into her. She slowed, letting him ride it out. "Good boy," Pomni whispered, kissing his cheek. He didn't expect her to get off on praising people. She was always so mean.
He whimpered, his ears drooping.
"We have to do this again sometime, bunny boy."