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After an accumulation of complaints from the majority of everyone, Caine has begun to implement more mundane adventures. Jax wasn’t really a fan — it wasn’t entertaining when everyone got along so swimmingly. Today seemed to be another one of those boring days, sending them to work a classic 9-to-5 desk job. He'd been stuck as the secretary, thankfully not being the butt of some joke he doesn’t want to think too hard about by being dressed in a skirt and heels for the task, even if his slacks and dress shirt felt too stuffy. Kinger was surprisingly the boss of the operation, holed away in his office doing god knows what. Everyone else had tasks to do at their cubicle, making for an uncomfortably quiet environment, supplemented by the sounds of typing and Jax clicking his pen repeatedly, pouting away.
He barely notices that someone is standing at the front of his desk, having to do a double-take. It’s just Pomni. Stupid Pomni who reads him like a book half the time, dressed in men’s business attire, save for that ridiculous jester hat. She somehow makes it all look so attractive, regardless of her cartoony appearance, and the constant jingling of bells when she moves her head. Like Pavlov’s dogs were trained to be hungry at the sound of a bell, so was Jax. Not that he’d ever allow himself to think on it further. He puts on his usual sly smile before deciding to acknowledge her presence, instead of ignoring her in hopes that maybe she’ll spare him from the torture she inflicts on him just from sheer proximity.
“Need somethin’, Pom-Pom?” Jax asks rhythmically, setting down his pen.
Pomni tilts her head. “Mmm, not really, just seeing if you wanted to join me on a coffee run. It wouldn’t hurt to have help carrying some of the drinks.”
“I’m more of a Monster kinda guy, but I guess I can settle for coffee, ‘s long as you’re buying,” Jax replies, stretching before slinking out of his seat, no longer able to look Pomni in the eye without having to crane his neck downwards.
Pomni flashes a credit card, presumably a company card. “Not really me, per se, but I’m swiping it, if that counts?”
Jax shrugs. “Good enough for me.”
Allowing Pomni to lead the way to the elevator, he gets the chance to properly admire her. Not that any of their avatars were really made with a shred of sex appeal in mind, but the mind gets creative when given nothing of the sort for so long. So he focuses on the way the shirt accentuates her shoulders, and how her slacks cling to her hips. He doesn’t let his eyes linger for too long in fear of getting caught, deciding to make conversation to keep her distracted from his greedy eyes.
“So, whatcha ordering? Gonna get uh, what is it, one of those ones that’s basically a glorified milkshake?”
Pomni shrugs. “Honestly, I don’t even know. I just wanted a break from the computer screen,” she replies, pressing the down button, then stepping back to wait for the elevator to arrive. “Plus I need to use the restroom, and they’re in the lobby.”
Jax would usually press the matter, maybe accuse her of avoiding the question, but he’s feeling exceptionally passive at the moment. Mostly because he’s trying to will away his developing boner before she can notice it when they’re stuck in the enclosed proximity of the elevator. “Now there’s a topic — don’t you think it’s weird that we have to use the bathroom? I mean, none of this is even real. What if you ignored it? Would anything even happen?”
Pomni stifles a laugh. “Are you seriously asking me if I would hold my pee to test Caine's realisim?”
Jax shrugs as the elevator doors open, stepping inside. “I’m just sayin’ you guys never have fun with the cartoon logic in this place.”
Pomni enters after him, pressing the button to the lobby. The doors shut unceremoniously, and it begins to descend. “I’m not really used to it yet, somehow. I dunno. I was never good at controlling things in my dreams, either.”
Jax nearly begins to speak when the elevator suddenly jolts, then comes to an abrupt stop. The lights flicker, and just when it seems like it might move again, Caine speaks over the intercom.
“My apologies my buttered battered butterflies! It seems like there’s a problem with the elevator loading! Sit tight, this should be fixed in no time!”
Pomni winces, clenching her legs together. “Great, just great. Just what I needed.”
“Guess we’re gonna test out the limits after all, huh?” Jax says, amused, trying and failing to stop thinking with his dick. “Say, I wonder what would happen if I…”
Pomni swats his outreached hand away, grimacing. “It's not funny, Jax! I… just really need to go, okay? So let’s just be quiet so I can keep my decency intact and so you don’t see any more of my dignity stripped than you have already.”
Not testing his limits any further, Jax does as he’s told, leaning against the wall behind him. It’s silent for a moment, and then the elevator begins to shake once more. Pomni whines pitifully, clutching her abdomen. It falls a foot further and then stops once more.
“F[#@%]k,” Pomni curses over and over, desperately trying to hold it together. She looks up at Jax pathetically, tears in her eyes that threaten to spill. “Don’t tell anyone, please.”
Jax is painfully hard. He slowly nods his head in agreement, pupils overtaking the expanse of his eyes.
Pomni sniffles, beginning to cry. “This is so stupid.”
Jax sucks in a shaky breath. This is insane. “There’s no use fighting it, Pom. I think you should just… get it over with.”
“I… I can’t.” Pomni is shaking, curling in on herself.
Jax swallows dryly. “Do you… need help?”
He’s surprised by his own offer, but even more surprised when Pomni slowly nods her head, unwrapping her arms from around herself. She looks as far away from him as possible, most likely from shame, shaking like a leaf.
Jax slowly enters her personal bubble, committing everything to memory. Not to make fun of her later, as promised, but he made absolutely zero promises about adding it to the list of many fantasies he has about her in the dark of his room. Slowly, gently, he presses his hand to her stomach. He always knew he was much larger than her, but this was beyond his expectations, his hand covering the entire expanse of her abdomen, mindful of where his fingers lay just under her breasts. His dick throbs in his pants as he begins to put pressure on her bladder, selfishly reveling in the way she squirms.
“C’mon, Pom. You can do it.” Jax barely recognizes his own voice from how softly spoken his words are, hand urging further against her, other hand slowly making its way to her head, brushing her bangs out of her watery eyes. He should feel some sort of shame over how hot he finds this, how he wants to prolong this further, how he wants to watch Pomni whine and squirm for hours on end. He can feel her heartbeat get faster and faster under his fingertips, until finally, she can’t hold it any longer.
With a sob, Pomni begins to wet herself. Her piss funnels all the way down to her shoes and onto the floor. Her slacks cling to her thighs from the wetness like a second skin. It takes significant effort to not wedge his hand between those legs of hers and make her desperation begin all over again.
“There you go, that’s it.” Jax wipes her cheeks with uncharacteristic kindness, shielding his ulterior motives.
Pomni lets out a shaky sigh when it’s all over, slumping her head against Jax, mindful not to get her lower half near him. His hand instinctively slides over the curve of her spine, holding her there for a moment. He can feel the wobbliness in her legs, and her warm, shaky breaths against his chest.
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Wanna get out of your wet clothes?”
Pomni stiffens again, putting distance between her and Jax once more. He's unable to hide his disappointment. “I, um. Really can’t do that.”
“What, too embarrassed to walk around in your underwear? I don’t see how that’s any better than what you’ve got going on right now,” Jax retorts. He’s too far gone in the situation to try and change the subject, or even turn to making fun of her. He can’t help but be anything but selfish right now.
“It’s just that, uhhh. God, I never thought I’d ever have to tell any of you this.” Pomni rubs at her face in a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. “I never wear underwear. Like, ever.”
Jax is at a loss for words for a moment. “You, uh, didn’t think to mention that before? You know, to weigh the options?”
Pomni squirms once more. “I wasn’t thinking clearly! You were just going on about how none of this is real, and I wasn’t thinking about the consequences, but now I’m dealing with following your advice!”
“Well, luckily for you, I happen to be a normal person who actually wears underwear, so you can borrow my pants.” Jax regrets those words the moment they come out of his mouth. Because he’d nearly forgotten about his erection that hasn’t willed itself away, not that it could after hearing Pomni make sounds like those.
“Fine.” Pomni begins to unceremoniously undo her pants, sliding them down and off her body, tossing them aside. They hit the ground with a wet thump. “Well?”
Jax’s eyes cannot do the impossible task of looking away, glued to the wetted skin on her thighs, and the sight between them. He slowly nods his head, taking off his own pants. There’s no hiding it now, his cock pitching a shameless tent in his underwear as he hands his slacks over to her. She notices it before she notices that he’s even handing his pants to her. Her eyes meet his.
“You gonna take the pants or what? Not all of us are freak exhibitionists like you, y’know, so this is awkward for me,” Jax blabbers hoping to deflect, hoping the obvious goes ignored and unspoken of.
The faintest hint of a smile is on Pomni’s face as her hands go to the buttons on her shirt, unbuttoning slowly, one by one. “You said it yourself, right? Everything here is fake. So it shouldn’t matter if I do this too, then.”
Jax’s eyes follow Pomni’s fingers until the last button is undone, leaving her on display. He can’t keep up with her ups and downs. He swallows thickly, eyes unsure of where to even look at this point. “So I took off my pants for nothing? Jeez, Pomni, I had no idea you were such a perv. Do you treat everyone in the circus like this, or just me?”
“I’m the pervert?” Pomni asks incredulously, laughing dryly. “You’ve been hard since we got into this stupid elevator. Don’t act like it wasn’t obvious. So, if all of this is some game to you, then play.”
Jax looks Pomni up and down before hoisting her up against the wall, her legs finding their way around his hips with ease. “You’re f[*$%]ing insane,” he mumbles, grabbing her jaw and forcing her to look up at him. “But if you’re going to be such a brat about it, then I guess someone’s got to put you in your place.”
Pomni’s eyes flash with surprise, then satisfaction at his words. “You seem all talk to me so far,” she taunts. “I’m not surprised. You never actually do anything, just prod and poke until something different happens.”
Jax’s grip tightens. “Pomni,” he says simply, a warning.
“All bark and no bite, as always.” Pomni’s hand trails between them, ghosting over his clothed erection. “It’s no wonder you’re a bunny actually.”
With that Jax flips Pomni over, pushing her up against the wall. “F[@^#]ing fine. But I don’t want to hear you complain when you can’t take it.”
Freeing himself from his underwear, he lines himself up with Pomni’s soaked cunt. His hands squeeze at her thighs, taking in the view for a moment longer. Not hesitating any further, he begins to push inside of her, letting out a groan at just how soft she is inside. He’s not even certain all of him will fit, but he’s definitely going to try. Her legs are shaking like they were when piss was dripping down her legs, and god damn it, this woman has irreparably ruined him. He’s not sure he’ll be able to ever have a normal thought again after this.
“More,” Pomni urges, impatient. She’s peering over her shoulder at him, face flushed, eyelids heavy with arousal.
“Now, that’s not how we ask for things, is it Pom?” Jax obliges anyway, pressing further, even when Pomni’s body seems to struggle to adapt to this much inside of her. It’s not that he’s comically hung or anything, just that it’s quite proportionate, and frankly Pomni is just tiny. “Say please, and I’ll fuck you like you deserve.”
Pomni lets out a shuddering breath, as if it both arouses and annoys her simultaneously. “Please, Jax.”
Jax pushes the rest of the way in, feeling dizzy. He gives himself a short moment to relish in the feeling of being fully seated inside of her before beginning to do as promised. The sounds of their coupling are amplified by the close quarters of the elevator, no doubt audible to anyone close by. He has absolutely no shame about anyone knowing he’s fucking Pomni – if anything, he’d be happy to show it off to a suck-up like Ragatha. Just the thought of the dumb ragdoll wanting Pomni like this makes him move a little rougher, digging his fingers into the softness of her flesh.
“You’re all mine now, Pom, you understand me? I’m not sharing with anyone,” Jax says breathlessly, fucking into her like his life depends on it. Those stupid bells on her hat jingle with every moment, mingling with her whines and moans. She sounds somehow better than he could have even imagined.
“Yours, yours, I’m yours,” Pomni blabbers.
Jax huffs and pulls out, eliciting a disappointed sob from Pomni. He moves them both to the floor, wanting to see her in all of her glory more than wanting to put her in her place at this point. He’s quick to slot right back into her, pawing at her breasts with enthusiasm. “You’re so good, Pomni. So good for me.”
Pomni cranes her neck upwards to clumsily kiss him. He’s quick to taste the inside of her mouth, mindful not to choke her with the length of his tongue. Jax can barely remember where they even are, too entranced by Pomni and everything she has to offer. Something inhuman and animal in his brain wants to be like this forever, fucking Pomni like somehow, in this digital hell, it could even take. The idea of her stomach distended and swollen just because of him has him closer than he’d ever like to admit.
“Don’t think I can last much longer,” Jax admits, thrusts getting a little uneven and much more forceful. “’S okay, gonna make you all mine, okay? Gonna be a good girl and let me breed you, right?”
Pomni nods her head much more enthusiastically than he could have expected. “Please, ‘m so close, please.”
Jax couldn’t deny her even if he wanted to. His hand reaches between them, thumbing at her clit, rubbing in desperate circles. He wants her to cum first, wants to see her fall apart just like when she sobbed and pissed earlier. He can barely contain himself with the anticipation.
Finally, with a cry, Pomni orgasms. Tears spring and fall from her eyes like before, moans and sobs flowing from her mouth. Jax can’t hold it together anymore, quick to cum deep inside her, pressed right up against her cervix. He groans in relief, slumping against her, head nuzzled against hers.
And then a third voice rings out suddenly.
“Sorry for the delay, I’ve got it all up and running again! Hold on tight, my darling deranged doodads!”
Jax and Pomni both make a startled sound and cling to one another as the elevator rapidly makes its way to the first floor, doors opening unceremoniously. The both of them stare, wide-eyed at Kinger, who seems absolutely oblivious to their states of undress and indecency.
“Jax, Pomni, there you are! Say, where’s the coffee?”