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The family-friendly censors had taken a significant hit since Caine had returned and started taking the circus members’ suggestions to heart. The censors had always been odd. Caine could swear if he so pleased, but vices like alcohol and stupid sauce, which appeared rarely, had similar but duller effects than their real-life equivalents. And certain adult aspects of adult lives? You could think about physical intimacy all you wanted, get yourself as riled up as you possibly could by the thoughts in your head or the abstract shapes floating up above the common areas, but you wouldn’t feel anything. Ever.
But now the censors were lax. As far as they knew, no one was watching. Caine was letting them live their lives. Pomni appreciated the freedom. She didn’t swear that often, but it was nice to not be interrupted by juvenile sound effects whenever it did happen. And she could get drunk again. She had missed that so much. Maybe it’d been turning into a problem in the real world, maybe it had contributed to how she got here in the first place. But there was nothing she could do about it now, so why not down a few beers whenever she wanted?
Restrictions on other things were lessening up too, Pomni had noticed, fortunately. It initially felt shocking, then frightening, then a wave of relief, then back to shock. Arousal. She could feel it again. Physically feel it. She suspected Zooble had something to do with it, after noticing them and Gangle absent every few days, a Zooble arm tied around their doorknob. Zooble was also responsible for the now open 24/7 bar adventure, which Pomni couldn’t be happier about. She supposed she ought to thank them sometime, for being the only person cool enough to suggest these things to Caine.
One night, Ragatha joined Pomni at the bar for the first time. One and a half negronis in, Pomni watched as Ragatha prepared herself a margarita. Zooble would’ve normally done it, if asked, but they had been busy practicing faux tattoos on Kinger. Caine now allowed the members to switch up their wardrobes at will, meaning that they had to consciously change into the outfits previously assigned to every adventure. Pomni hadn’t felt like switching to her button down and slacks and opted for her usual default jester outfit instead. It seemed Ragatha wasn’t up for it either, and Pomni watched as the hem of her dress gently twirled with the subtle twist in her hips every step she took. Pomni was already feeling the heat from her cocktail spreading from her core to her cheeks, and the way Ragatha sat down, rested her elbow on the bar, and arched her back when she took a sip sent the heat traveling further down.
The thought had crossed Pomni’s mind before. What if she and Ragatha could be something. Pomni was able to suss out her “preferences” early on– well, no. That was the most obvious lesbian Pomni had ever laid her eyes upon. But Ragatha never acted like she was looking for someone to fool around with, not that Pomni had ever heard. She figured with her upbringing she must have some strong convictions about when you were allowed to be intimate with someone, who you were allowed to be intimate with. And Pomni wasn’t looking for a partner. Not in the circus of all places. But Ragatha was sweet and cute and caring and impassioned. Pomni was drawn to her, at least to be friends with her. But that half-lidded look in Ragatha’s good eye… it was hot. But maybe she was just tired. Maybe she should ask.
“You, uh… been sleeping okay lately?” Pomni asked, voice almost cracking from being so lost in her thoughts.
“As well as you can here, especially after everything,” Ragatha chuckled, not returning her gaze towards Pomni. “I guess it’s a relief to know there’s nothing else we can do, but it’s not easy knowing there’s nothing to look forward to.” She dunked back her next sip this time, leaving only a sips worth left.
Nothing to look forward to. Pomni could think of one aspiration as she observed that way Ragatha’s eyebrows subtly furrowed as she guzzled from her glass. She must’ve gotten a sip with too much salt. Pomni tried to cover her face in shame when Ragatha’s face turned delighted after she tasted past the salt. God, she was cute right now. Ragatha only turned to Pomni once her hand was positioned vaguely over her face.
“Sorry, that’s pretty heavy,” Ragatha apologized, mistaking Pomni’s gesture for annoyance. She set her glass down on the bar, looking like she was getting ready to leave.
“No!” Pomni said, a tad too passionate. “I get it. I’ve been dealing with the thought of forever in here,” she gestured to the bar around them.
Pomni’s assurance didn’t do much to sway Ragatha. “Well I better get a move on before I start thinking about it too much.”
Pomni sighed, watching again as Ragatha made her way towards the door. Her hips were swaying again. That’s how Ragatha usually walked, but tonight it felt like she had an extra pep in her step, like it was intentional. Pomni couldn’t look away, until Ragatha waved goodbye and she had to avert her gaze as quickly as possible.
Pomni, now alone, realized how worked up she had gotten over practically nothing. The warmth had spread to her entire body, a droplet of sweat was forming on her temple, and she had instinctively crossed her legs, trying not to squirm from just observing Ragatha. Was she okay? This was such an overreaction to her friend just… being a friend.
She let out a giggle when she realized all this was just because she could feel like this again, after so long in the circus with the inability to feel aroused. Everything was so sanitized. But tonight her radar was just rusty after being dormant for so long. She liked Ragatha, but this reaction had been… too much.
The next day, feeling far more normal, Pomni went back to the bar. Ragatha was already there, resting her head in her hands, two glasses in front of her, one empty and one half full. It was just the two of them again.
“How are you holding up today?” Pomni asked, sitting next to Ragatha after fetching a beer from under the counter.
“Oh, you know, just… fine.” Ragatha was smiling, but the sleepless look in her eye was still there.
“I know we don’t really have, like, brains or nervous systems,” saying that out loud, which everyone knew was true but never addressed, left Pomni with a twinge of nausea, “but is there some sort of sleeping aid you could ask Caine for?”
“Probably,” Ragatha sighed, “I tried a lot of different things for sleep before I got here, every new pill or gummy would stop working if I took it for too long, I’d have to hop onto the next thing every few weeks. I don’t think Caine has any interest in being my new psychiatrist.”
Pomni laughed. “I don’t know, he’d probably be stoked to get a look inside your head.” Good. I’m keeping it normal this time.
“I’m not letting him do that,” Ragatha smirked, taking another sip from her glass. Margarita again, tonight. The salt had already been licked clean from the rim of the glass. Ragatha placed the glass against her lips so gently, parting them slightly to let her drink through. She’s so soft, Pomni thought, specifically about the way her lips rested against her glass, but it applied to the rest of her body as well. Her normal dress was hiked up a bit further than usual, probably to keep it out of the way while she was sitting down, but it was far up enough to where Pomni could see the back of her calves. Pomni wondered what was just a bit further up, and whether or not she’d ever get to grab her thighs. Shit. She wasn’t keeping it normal anymore. She took a considerable gulp from her bottle to distract herself.
“Have you ever had a sleepover?” Ragatha asked.
Pomni, still mid-drink, raised an eyebrow before setting her bottle down. “I had a few, when I was younger. Like in middle school. Wasn’t a big fan.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, everyone has their own night time routine or rituals. I didn’t like having to give them up just so I could watch movies with friends a little later than usual.”
Ragatha hummed, no discernable expression crossing her face. Pomni returned the question.
“A few times with my cousins,” Ragatha answered, “when we were really young. We’d stay up late and then I’d come home the next day, totally tired, zonked, and have the best sleep of my life.”
Ohhhhh. “Sounds like that worked just as good as sleeping pills,” Pomni said, leaning into the drift she was catching.
“Sometimes better.”
Pomni bit her lip and promised to herself she’d act normal about this. “Well do you wanna have a sleepover tonight? Maybe it’ll help,” she asked, as nonchalantly as possible. “If I can still remember how, it’s been like, ten years since I’ve had one.”
“Proably near twenty for me,” Ragatha mumbled. Pomni caught the comment, her heart fluttering slightly when she remembered Ragatha was a blurry amount of years her senior. “But yeah, I think that’d be nice,” Ragatha smiled, downing the rest of her drink.
“We can keep the party going,” Pomni said as she made her way back behind the bar and grabbed two more beers, one for her, one for the ragdoll. Ragatha had her own plans, apparently, wordlessly walking around the opposite end and taking a whole bottle of gin and grapefruit juice.
“Alright, let’s go,” Ragatha said, innocently excited. Pomni held back a snicker. She held the door open for Ragatha. She was doing that hip thing again, Pomni noticed, holding the door open for her. Or maybe Pomni was just seeing what she wanted to see.
The two ended up in Ragatha’s room, the walk there relatively silent, save for the conversation they heard coming from the common area. Something about Gangle explaining flip-books to Caine. It was a comfortable silence, though. They were both quietly excited. But Pomni was also panicking underneath. She was getting all hot just being near Ragatha now, she didn’t want to come off as jumpy or deranged if they got too close in each other’s personal space. And she certainly didn’t want to try pulling any moves, not tonight, but the gin in Ragatha’s hand was calling her name.
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Their sleepover was going swimmingly. They talked endlessly about their elementary and middle school years, after more conversation about their first few sleepovers. Classical music quietly droned from Ragatha’s radio, creating a pleasant vibe, and the pajamas they had conjured were keeping them cozy. Pomni and Ragatha originally sat on the floor, a yard apart, but they eventually moved to the bed, each glass of gin and juice bringing them closer and closer, until they were side by side, their backs against the wall, Ragatha resting her head atop Pomni’s shoulder, which couldn’t be all too comfortable, Pomni thought, due to her being taller and Pomni’s significantly bigger head. But they made it work. It wasn’t until Pomni felt just how fast her heart was racing that she realized she’d gotten too close to Ragatha. Now she was all sweaty, and sensitive to every breath Ragatha took. Pomni figured she should probably move, before she did anything stupid, but Ragatha looked so calm, so happy, so cute. When Ragath spoke, Pomni could just barely sense the warmth of her breath. Every up and down of her chest made her hair shake just slightly, rubbing up against Pomni’s neck, forcing her to suppress the shivers that ran down from her neck, down her spine, all the way to her lower back. It was unbearable, trying to stay calm, to keep her hands to herself, but she couldn’t disturb Ragatha, not when she was looking the most at peace she had in weeks.
“There was one time,” Ragatha started another story, after downing another glass, “I went to the school dance. It was Christmas themed, I think. Or maybe just winter themed. But all of my friends were either dancing with each other, or their dates.”
“Did you dance at all?” Pomni asked, iron grip tightening on her own knee, looking for a distraction.
“By myself? They woulda laughed at me,” Ragatha mused. “So I sat outside in the snow until my mom picked me up. And then she yelled at me for getting wet snow on her new leather seats. And I never went to a school dance again.”
“That’s sad, dude.”
“I know… Did you ever have a date to a dance?”
“A few times in high school, yeah. And I liked dancing, but it was always too loud so I’d end up ditching my date and dance outside with my friends instead.”
“That sounds way more fun.”
“It was. And dating in high school is a waste, anyways.”
“I concur,” Ragatha said, dramatically pouring herself another glass. Just gin this time. No juice. Pomni held out her glass, and Ragatha happily poured her the same. Thank god, Pomni thought. She could get a break from whatever effect Ragatha was having on her.
Now they were sitting cross-legged, facing each other. Pomni took a drink, and when she brought the glass away from her face, she saw Ragatha, comfortably slouched, staring intently at her. She clearly had something on her mind, so Pomni stared back, waiting for her to say anything. A few seconds into their staring contest, Ragatha opened her mouth, took a breath like she was about to say something, and closed it again. Pomni offered a confused smirk, ushering her to speak, but Ragatha just returned the same expression.
Pomni’s eyes couldn’t help but drift towards Ragatha’s chest, the loosely fitting tank top she’d donned making a window into further down. Even with the relaxed censors, there was nothing they could really do about their avatars, and so closer-to-human anatomy was still off the table. But because of the relaxed censors, Pomni was able to see things she hadn’t before, and Ragatha was endowed. Sort of. She had extra stuffing where her breasts would be, and in Pomni’s mind, it was like looking at the real thing. Pomni groaned internally at how sleazy her own thoughts sounded.
“Thank you for doing this,” Ragatha said, a gentle smile evident in her voice.
Pomni nearly jumped hearing her voice, immediately snapping out of whatever she was thinking before. “Yeah, it’s, uh, no problem,” she said, deliberately forcing her eyes away from Ragatha’s chest.
Ragatha changed her pose, setting her glass on her nightstand, now sitting on her knees. “You’ve been so… nice to me lately,” her volume lowered, her tone as soft as her plush body. She crawled forward a few inches, shortening the gap between her and the jester.
Overwhelmed at her advance, Pomni instinctively fell backwards. She heard Ragatha let out a tiny whine, and she could hear the fabric shifting underneath her, feeling her weight return farther than where she had started. Pomni wanted nothing less than to creep on Ragatha, but she would rather die than embarrass or push her aside, so against her best judgement, she rose back up, crawling closer to Ragatha. Her movements were slow, and she kept a serious eye on how much she could close the distance before it felt too intimate again. Her thighs brushed together a few times while crawling, forcing her attention to just how hot she had gotten. She really needed to slow down on the alcohol.
“You’re always nice to me. I wanted to return the favor.”
Ragatha’s frown instantly flipped into a smile, and she grabbed one of Pomni’s wrists, dragging her down with her. Now they were lying down, facing each other. They weren’t even touching each other, but this felt much closer than Ragatha resting her head on Pomni’s shoulder. FUCK.
“You know,” Ragatha whispered, all giddy from her drinks, “the circus has felt so much more real lately. Like, I can feel everything.”
Pomni’s whole body shuddered, fairly certain what Ragatha was implying. Had she been feeling it too? She gulped. “Feeling… what?”
“Just… more. Stuff. Usually around you,” Ragatha said, bringing a hand to cup Pomni’s cheek. Pomni knew her face must have been on fire. Ragatha brushed her thumb over the corner of Pomni’s bottom lip, dragging it down just enough to where she could see her teeth. Pomni’s chest heaved when she caught Ragatha staring at her mouth.
“Sometimes I feel stuff around you too,” Pomni choked out after Ragatha released her lower lip. Pomni physically could not help herself anymore, and as if her body was acting on its own, she placed her hand on Ragatha’s hip.
And they stayed just like that, for a few seconds, laying on their sides and staring, their warm breath increasing the already sizzling temperature between them. And then Ragatha suddenly flipped them with ease, Pomni now supine under Ragatha, her hand fallen away from her hip. Ragatha’s hands rested on either side of Pomni’s head, essentially trapping the jester underneath the ragdoll. This had to have been intentional, Pomni realized, the platonic front she had been holding all night completely dissolving. Ragatha’s shirt was hanging low again, the strap sliding down her right shoulder, revealing even more of her cleavage. Her hair was messy, and her chest was essentially heaving. Pomni wanted to tear this woman apart.
But Ragatha was the one in control right now. She brought her hand back to Pomni’s cheek, tugging on her lip again, this time exposing more of her lower jaw. Every movement Ragatha made against Pomni’s skin increased the heat between her legs. Ragatha let her lip go again, just for a moment, before forcing her thumb into Pomni’s mouth, running the pad of her thumb across the points of Pomni’s teeth. She was drunk and drowsy, the combination making her obsessed with the way Pomni’s teeth caught the fibers of her fabric finger and almost pierced through when she pressed hard enough. She pushed further in, her entire thumb inside Pomni’s mouth, lips brushing against where her thumb and pointer finger connected. She explored every inch of her lower jaw, her gums, the inside of her cheeks, her molars in the very back.
Pomni felt crazed. She remembered doing something similar to previous real-life partners every now and then, but no one had ever jammed their fingers into her mouth. And the sensation was amazing. Being poked and prodded by a beautiful, intoxicating and intoxicated woman was something she hadn’t even known she needed. Pomni gazed up at Ragatha. Her eye was focused solely on Pomni’s mouth, and her jaw hung open like she was completely absorbed by finger fucking Pomni’s face. Ragatha’s expression and actions were the sexiest thing Pomni had ever experienced, and she too was becoming lost in the sensation. As Ragatha slipped her pointer finger in with her thumb, Pomni whined, closing her lips around Ragatha’s fingers and sucking. This motivated Ragatha further, revoking her hand every few seconds before shoving it back in with more force, more vigor, until Pomni’s head was essentially rocking in tandem with her fingers. At some point, Ragatha jabbed a spot near the back of Pomni’s throat, causing her to both gag and let out a rather pitiful whine. It stung, but it was the best pain she had ever felt.
Pomni would’ve let this go on forever, had Ragatha not snapped back to her knees, suddenly aware of what she was doing.
“Oh god, am I hurting you?”
Pomni lifted her head from her position just enough to see Ragatha, who had an overly apologetic and panicked look on her face. She could feel her saliva dripping from her mouth down her chin, and she caught her breath as quickly as she could. “No, it’s uh,” she struggled to return to reality, or at least close to it, “you’re doing good. So good.” She dropped her head back on Ragatha’s pillow to punctuate her sultry sentiment.
“I shouldn’t’ve done that without asking. Or at all. I shouldn’t’ve done that at all!” Ragatha blubbered, not listening to a word from Pomni.
“No, really,” Pomni sat up, slunk towards Ragatha, and placed both her hands on her shoulders. “You didn’t have to ask. That felt great.” Pomni tilted her head down and faintly furrowed her brow, keeping her eyes locked with Ragatha’s to make sure she understood. Whatever Ragatha was doing, whatever she wanted, she could keep doing it.
“It did?” Ragatha’s voice was meek.
Pomni nodded.
Suddenly, subtly, the glimmer in Ragatha’s eye brightened, the intensity in her expression returning. She forced Pomni back down onto the mattress, in the same position they had been just seconds before.
Barely giving either enough time to breathe, Ragatha’s two fingers were inserted back into Pomni’s mouth, now with the addition of her knee being pressed firmly between Pomni’s thighs.
As soon as Ragatha’s leg connected with Pomni’s body, she moaned. But this time, Pomni’s noises didn’t deter Ragatha, they only fueled her further.
It was insane how real it all felt. Pomni didn’t have anything down there, she assumed no one did, but still, the sensation of Ragatha’s leg grinding against where her clit would be set her entire body alight. She hadn’t felt anything close to this sensation in so long, it was like it was her first time again. Ragatha’s movements, both inside Pomni’s mouth and between her thighs, were understandably sloppy, but so incredibly desperate. Ragatha pushed so deep inside her mouth and ground so roughly against her it felt like she wanted inside. Pomni mourned she wouldn’t ever get to feel that, but she closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the passion Ragatha was pouring into her.
“You’re so nice to me,” Ragatha eventually choked out, somewhere between a sob and a moan, causing Pomni to open her eyes and look up at her in concern. Sure enough, she was also lost in the sensation, eye squeezed shut, a tear glistening in its corner. She pushed further into Pomni, and Pomni brought her hands to grip Ragatha’s waist so she’d stay connected. “I wanna make you feel good. That’s all I’ve wanted for so long. I want you… to feel how nice you are to me.”
Pomni couldn’t help but wrap her legs around the knee that was filling her up with red hot pleasure. She pushed herself harder on Ragatha’s leg, grinding back into her, falling back into that mind-melting place she had been before. Inexplicably, she knew she was getting close. She didn’t know what would happen once she came, but she didn’t care, as long as she could stay connected to Ragatha forever.
They continued, Pomni’s lips creating a wet pop everytime Ragatha pulled out her fingers just to shove them back in again. Somewhere in between this routine, she had started wiping Pomni’s own spit down her neck and chin, Pomni shivering everytime Ragatha did so. Where did she even learn to do this? Pomni was barely able to think, so enthralled by everything Ragatha was doing to her. She was right there, unable to hold back her increasingly loud and needy whines. Ragatha understood now, and continued to up the pressure, letting out the occasional pathetic whine herself.
A few seconds later, both of them absolutely at their limit of how much they could force themselves into one another, Pomni could feel it actually happening. She went limp, only her lower half shaking as Ragatha continued to grind into her, forcing every possible drop of pleasure out of the jester. She even removed her hand from Pomni’s mouth to rest beside her head, giving her more leverage to pump into her, to which Pomni let out a pitiful sound in protest. But the waves of pleasure washed over her, as if they were cooling the white hot lava her insides had become, and she allowed herself to swim in them.
Pomni could feel Ragatha slowing down as her orgasm wore off. She couldn’t believe she had actually felt that. In here. At the hands of Ragatha. She had never felt more elated.
Ragatha was glowing. She scooped Pomni up and hugged her as tight as she could, giggling once again right in Pomni’s ear. Pomni returned the hug, smiling as she let a singular tear drip from one of her eyes.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Pomni whispered.
“I can’t believe we can do that now,” Ragatha exclaimed.
Pomni loosened the hug, staring up at Ragatha. Even in the excitement, she still had questions. “Now? Have you tried before?”
Ragatha’s face paled, unsure of how to answer the question. “N-not with anyone else,” she answered, too honestly, through a shaky smile.
Pomni snickered. “Oh girl, me too.” She playfully batted at Ragatha’s chest, maybe lingering a little too long before taking her hand back. “But how did… you…” Pomni needed to know but didn’t want to come off as rude. “How did you know how to do all that?” she fumbled.
Ragatha didn’t reply, she just stared, shaky smile still plastered across her face. She was clearly embarrassed, but Pomni knew if she pried any further Ragatha would definitely give in and reveal information she wouldn’t otherwise. “It’s crazy that we can even feel this way now. And you were amazing,” Pomni said, pulling Ragatha back in for a much gentler hug.
“I was?”
“Mhm,” Pomni hummed, feeling Ragatha’s chest rise up and down against her cheek. It was so strange how they’d always been able to feel their non-existent lungs and hearts, but any organs below the waist were off limits. Until now. Pomni shifted, suddenly aware of a squelching sensation in her shorts.
There’s no way, she thought, shifting again. Pomni knew, in the logical part of her brain, that there was absolutely no way she was actually wet or had actually cum in her pants. She knew there wasn’t actually any fluid there. But it felt fucking real.
“Ragatha,” Pomni began her request, her voice hushed, “could you do something for me?”
Ragatha immediately broke the hug, nodding enthusiastically before she even knew what she needed to do. Her left hand was still soaked from invading Pomni’s mouth. “Can you take your other hand… and see if I actually came?” Pomni groaned, mortified by her own question and need for clarification. She was dying to know the limits of these new policies.
Again, Ragatha nodded, immediately dipping her hand inside Pomni’s shorts and going straight to where her knee had been stimulating moments prior. Pomni winced at the sensation. It was mildly pleasant, but also uncomfortably embarrassing the way Ragatha was most definitely teasing her. She let out a sigh of relief once Ragatha pulled out her hand, and then a sigh of disappointment when she reported her discovery.
“Nothing. Dry,” Ragatha stated plainly. “But,” she continued, “it– it feels like there should be something there.”
“It’s all simulated, we can feel everything, but there’s nothing there.”
Ragatha pouted. “Is that enough for you?”
Pomni tilted her head and smiled softly. “Whatever you did… was more than enough.”
Ragatha beamed.
Pomni thought back to just a moment ago. How eager Ragatha was to follow her request. Pushing down her reservations, she opened her mouth, the sound of just her lips clicking was enough to alert Ragatha and focus all her attention on Pomni, before she even spoke. “Can you trade spots with me?”
Ragatha immediately obliged, moving to sit near the pillow, facing Pomni, who was now closer to the edge of the bed. Pomni wanted Ragatha to know just how much she was appreciated before she initiated this next activity. “You know, you’re the nicest person I know. Nicest person I’ll ever know, now. And you were always in my corner, e-even when,” she stumbled, the gin still very much in her system, “when you didn’t need to be.”
“Thank you,” Ragatha whispered.
“And… you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” Pomni added. It was true. She wasn't aware she even had the capability to be attracted to plush toys before she wound up in the circus. What a realization that had been.
“Thank you.”
“Take off your pants,” Pomni’s tone instantly darkened, not in a menacing way, but with conviction. She somewhat shocked herself with how easily she slipped back into this voice. Tonight was certainly dusting off all the sexuality she had packed away since arriving here.
Ragatha immediately obeyed, wordlessly removing her fluffy heart-patterned PJ pants from her hips, sliding them off her legs, tossing them on the floor, and returning to the same pose as before, sitting on her knees, palms face down on the fronts of her thighs. She stared intently at Pomni, like a puppy awaiting her next command.
Pomni was overjoyed, learning just how incredibly willing Ragatha was, but did her best to keep her composure. She sucked in a breath before continuing. Her mouth was watering at the sight of Ragatha’s bare thighs and the obedient, pleading look in her eye. She inched closer, finally able to have her wish granted, and gripped Ragatha’s bare hips, sliding her hands down till she reached her thighs, squeezing her unbearably soft, delicate skin. Ragatha whimpered. Her “skin” was a plush cotton fabric, and the seams that ran across either side of her body and limbs were thick and rough, creating incredible contrast. Pomni tightened her grip, seeing how much stuffing was packed under there. Enough to feel like a real person, Pomni thought, delighted. Her gaze returned to Ragatha’s face.
“Lie down.”
Ragatha assumed the position Pomni had taken while she rocked her world. She was eagerly posed, hands draped above her head and her legs parted enough for someone to place a hand between them. Her bottom half was fully exposed, and Pomni could hardly contain herself.
Pomni leaned over Ragatha, stepping back into the dominant position she hadn’t gotten to experience in years. She was thrilled.
She balanced herself on her knees with her left hand next to Ragatha’s head, similar to how they’d been a few minutes before. She took her right hand and placed it on the side of Ragatha’s neck, slowly, agonizingly slowly, dragging it down where her collarbones would have been, than over her chest, leaving a light squeeze, across her stomach, over her hips, and finally, right above where she would’ve had a vagina.
Pomni paused, taking in just how gorgeous Ragatha looked, sprawled out and obedient, just for her. Silently, eyes locked with Ragatha’s, she took her gloved middle finger and placed it right between her thighs.
“Oh my god,” Pomni exclaimed.
“Huh? What??” Ragatha shot up, terrified of having done something wrong or not being quite to Pomni’s liking.
Ragatha had a dip between her thighs. Just like how her chest was shaped like she had breasts, her null anatomy actually simulated the outer folds of a vagina.
“You’re so lucky,” Pomni purred, voice absolutely dripping with lust over what she was about to be capable of doing to Ragatha. She couldn’t help but be a smidge jealous, having completely flat and void anatomy, not even mosquito bites on her chest. Which wasn’t too far off from real life, but a small part of Pomni was saddened to know Ragatha could never fondle her in the way she was about to manhandle Ragatha.
Pomni gently pushed Ragatha back down onto the mattress, dragging her hand back to her stomach. This time, Pomni grazed her thumb over a null spot, just above Ragatha’s folds, and then pressed in.
Ragatha winced and sucked in a breath, confirming that she, too, had the equivalent of a clit. Pomni began to roll her thumb over the area, sensing how every slight movement caused Ragatha to squirm underneath her. She increased her speed, entranced by how Ragatha’s chest expanded and contracted, both her tank top straps now fallen off her shoulders, leaving the very top of her breasts exposed. Just as the two were really finding a rhythm, Pomni abruptly pulled away, a sad sound escaping Ragatha’s lips.
“Roll your shirt up.”
Ragatha did as she was told, hiking up her shirt to reveal her chest all the way. Pomni instantly felt the weight of arousal crushing down on her, more than it had before, and she had to restrain herself to not lunge down and fall into Ragatha’s tits.
“I need- I need you to,” Pomni’s mouth was suddenly dry, “Squeeze them together.”
And Ragatha obliged, pressing her breasts together. She shifted her hips and arched her back, and Pomni assumed she was probably trying to imitate a Playboy centerfold. And she looked incredible doing so.
Ragatha’s eyes followed Pomni as she pulled herself back over Ragatha.
“Drop them.”
Ragatha’s hands fell slack at her sides, outstretched, and her breasts jiggled and flattened out with remarkable accuracy to real life. Pomni’s hands immediately grabbed them instead, squeezing them herself but not too tight, and Ragatha was back to squirming and whining underneath her. To make things more comfortable for herself, she sat on Ragatha’s crotch, now gently grinding into her.
They were writhing in tandem again, swept up in the remarkable authenticity of it all and just how wonderful it felt. Ragatha seemed like she was getting closer, at least making enough noise to signal so, but all her meek and far too humble for Pomni’s taste. Pomni backed up slightly, her left hand still on Ragatha’s left tit, and placed her middle finger flat against the inside of Ragatha’s folds.
Ragatha gasped, covering her mouth, her volume finally loud enough for Pomni now that she was busy dragging her finger up and down between her thighs. Why can’t I just be in her, she thought, frustrated when she brought her pointer finger into the mix and just couldn’t please Ragatha the way she really wanted to. It only motivated her further, upping the speed at which she pumped her fingers in and out of Ragatha’s crease. Like she had found with Pomni, Ragatha was dry, irritatingly so, for how much Pomni knew she would be soaking through her cloth had she been allowed.
Now they were rocking just like they had been Ragatha was on top, her voice growing louder and escaping the hands she had clamped over her mouth. Definitely close.
“Let me hear you,” Pomni more so begged than commanded, desperate to appreciate every little thing Ragatha was doing.
Ragatha shook her head, humming nuh-uh between a few moans.
“Move your hands, Ragatha,” Pomni demanded this time, aware of her tone leaning a little too annoyed, and although she hesitated, Ragatha obeyed. Now she was crying into the open, and Pomni found herself more drunk off Ragatha’s voice than the gin from earlier. She wanted to see if she could make Ragataha sob.
“Are you close?”
“Uh-huh,” Ragatha could barely breathe.
“What can I do to make you feel better?” Pomni was back to desperate again.
“God, Pomni, anything you want. Anything.” Ragatha’s fingers clutched the bedsheets below.
Pomni’s eyes traveled back to her left hand, still playing with Ragatah’s breast. She thought back to how insane Ragatha had gone for her teeth, and without very much deliberation, fell towards Ragatha’s chest and bit her.
Ragatha screamed, and Pomni took that as her go-ahead. She proceeded to nip up and down her breasts, up towards her plush collarbones, and down towards her stomach, peppering kisses in between, and continuing her motions between her thighs. Ragatha’s hand made its way to Pomni’s hair, pulling and pushing her harder into her skin, groaning every time Pomni’s teeth caught onto her fibers and sucked as she pulled back up.
Pomni was making sure she wasn’t hurting Ragatha, at least not too much, but soon Ragatha’s squirming turned into kicking, like she was trying to get Pomni off of her. So Pomni released her, having to fight her hand out her hair, and couldn’t hide her extremely concerned expression.
“Does it hurt? Am I doing too much?”
“It’s just… so much. You’re incredible, but… it’s too much right now.” Ragatha panted.
Makes sense. Ragatha hadn’t done anything like this for longer than Pomni. Or maybe never at all. Pomni rolled her eyes internally. She didn’t know that. But if it was true… she’d be honored to be Ragatha’s “first”, real life or digital.
“Do you want to keep going?” Pomni asked, the softest her voice had gotten tonight.
Ragatha covered her face with her arm and gingerly nodded. “Yea.”
Pomni went back to kneeling. “Sit up, okay?”
Ragatha did so.
Pomni rubbed up and down her own right thigh, demonstrating what she wanted Ragatha to do. “Come here,” she ordered, spreading her legs just enough so Ragatha could straddle her.
Ragatha, lips parted, jaw slightly slack, sweat dripping from her forehead and stomach, slowly settled herself onto Pomni’s leg. Oh, so we can sweat buckets but we can’t cum. Okay, Pomni thought, bitterly. Pomni looked down to place her hands on Ragatha’s waist, and when she looked back up at Ragatha to meet her gaze, Ragatha, without any commands, leaned in and kissed Pomni.
They’d gotten this far and hadn’t even kissed yet, and it was absolutely the right time to do so now. As soon as their lips locked, Ragatha began grinding against Pomni’s thigh. Hard. Vigorously. Their kisses were sloppy, lips occasionally landing on one another’s chin or cheeks, but that didn’t deter them one bit. They stopped separating their faces as Ragatha increased her speed, each other’s tongues now entering the other’s mouth. Pomni pulled her waist closer, rocking back against her, whining when Ragatha would moan inside her mouth. Ragatha’s arms were now resting on Pomni’s shoulders, the insides of Ragatha’s elbows squeezing tighter around Pomni’s neck with every passing second.
The jester and the ragdoll were flush now, nearly clipping into one another. Ragatha was so fucking close, Pomni could feel it, and her hands traveled towards to her lower back, pulling her tighter, even though there wasn’t any any more room to close.
Suddenly, Ragatha broke their kiss and dropped her head. Her pace slowed to a drag, huffing and puffing, creating as much friction as possible. She was shaking. She was cumming.
Pomni held her tight, forcing her down onto her leg so Ragatha could extract every possible particle of pleasure. She looked utterly gorgeous riding out her orgasm, flushed, soaked with sweat, eye clamped shut, unable to speak.
And then Ragatha collapsed against Pomni. Pomni rubbed circles into her back, feeling Ragatha’s breathing slowly return to normal.
“You good?”
“Mm. Yeah.” Ragatha sighed, almost dreamily. “Can we sleep now?” she added, not five seconds later.
Pomni chuckled. “Oh, yeah.”
Pomni adjusted the two, laying Ragatha languidly atop her pillow. She looks like a princess. She pulled the covers over both of them as she crawled right beside Ragatha. She switched off the lamp on Ragatha’s nightstand, situated herself, and placed her hand over Ragatha’s chest, landing on top of her simulated heartbeat.
“Goodnight,” Pomni whispered.
“Thank you.”