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The sleepover adventure was just up her alley, like, in theory. But in practice it was a bit weird to be playing pretend that she was a teenager having a sleepover with a bunch of her ‘friends’. Especially because those ‘friends’ included the Evil set of them and people like Jax. She was pretty sure her (pretty cool) parents would not have allowed her to have a guy at her sleepover, so that was immersion-breaking enough on its own. But it was also coupled with the idea that she’d ever have a sleepover where both Zooble and Ragatha were invited. They just didn’t feel like they’d have a lot in common, honestly, it wasn’t anything personal.
Pomni hadn’t really been certain that the sleepover games were necessary. But Evil Pomni and Jax had insisted, and so they’d played a few. Truth or dare. Never have I ever. Light as a feather, stiff as a board. Jax had suggested ‘bloody mary’ but Pomni had refused and he’d teased her for the rest of the night, all the way up until Evil Ragatha had suggested rather suddenly they do ‘spin the bottle’ or ‘seven minutes in heaven’. And then, mysteriously, his teasing had stopped. How strange.
Anyway.
Pomni had said no to that, too. And then Evil Pomni had produced a beat-up old copy of Twister. That’s how they’d gotten to the stupid argument they were still having.
”Why not?” Evil Pomni asked, shifting so she rested more comfortably against the bed.
They were all scattered around the bedroom, most of them on the floor. The beige carpet was kind of scratchy under Pomni’s legs and her back was a little sore from leaning up against the leg of the computer desk pushed against the wall. Jax had started in the computer chair but had moved to sit against the dresser between Evil Gangle and Evil Ragatha. Evil Pomni and Evil Jax were seated together, backs against the bed, facing Pomni. Evil Jax was looking quite at ease and was currently playing with a cootie catcher that Gangle had made for him. Gangle and Zooble were pressed against the sliding mirrors that made the closet doors. Pomni ignored Ragatha’s attempts to make eye contact, refusing to turn to look at the girl beside her. Instead, she matched Evil Pomni’s glare with her own.
“Because,” Pomni bit out, “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
”I don’t think anyone will be too bad at it,” Ragatha said gently, “Even if some of us have shorter limbs.”
”I think she just doesn’t want Jax on top of her,” Zooble said, and Ragatha looked confused and then flushed a pretty pink.
”Oh.”
”It’s not that,” Pomni said, and Jax glanced over at her curiously. She ignored that and continued, “I just think Twister never ends well. It’s too physical, it does something to people.”
”Okay, so we’ll do one on one!” Ragatha said, too quickly. “Then there won’t be too many people going at once.”
Pomni cast a glance at her but then thought better of it and shifted her gaze. Only for it to land on Jax, who was staring at her. He was kind of squished between Evil Gangle and Evil Ragatha, all curled up so he took up less room than usual. He’d been acting kind of ‘off’ for the past few days, but this was especially distracting. Especially because when he looked at her with his eyes all wide like that she had a weird, distinct urge to give his head a little smooch. Almost like he was triggering the ‘Oh cute!’ part of her brain that reacted to little baby animals. Which was weird, because he was kind of a guy (not an animal) and he was kind of the worst.
Then, suddenly thinking maybe he wanted to go against her, and maybe she wouldn’t exactly mind being climbed on if it was him doing the climbing, she opened her mouth to ask him if he wanted to be her partner. But before she could even say his name, Evil Pomni was speaking over her.
”I’ll take Pomni then.”
”Huh? What?” Pomni blinked, and then looked at Evil Pomni who was leaning forward, elbows on her knees, grinning at her.
”I’ll take you.”
”Why?”
”You’re totally frigid, yeah? That’s why you’re being so lame and holding up the group,” Evil Pomni said, sitting back again and shrugging, “If I’m your partner, it’s basically like you’re playing alone. Lame. But I’ll take one for the team.”
”I…guess…?” Pomni said, slowly.
”There, so now you can stop b####### and we can play. Evil Jax, pay attention.” She nudged him and he looked up from his cootie catcher. She frowned, “Pick a partner dummy.”
”You,” Evil Jax said, blushing. Jax groaned.
”I’m taken, idiot.”
”You are?”
”God could you pay attention?” Jax snarled. “I’ll go next, yeesh. Let a guy who isn’t the absolute worst go first.”
”Too bad Kinger’s not playing,” Gangle said. Jax made a noise like he was offended and glared at her.
”Fine,” Jax snapped, “I want Ragdoll.”
”What? Why?” Ragatha asked, alarmed.
”You’re next, Gangle,” Evil Jax said, trying to be helpful. Probably, anyway. While Pomni didn’t see a lot of ‘evil’ in the Evil Circus members, she wasn’t convinced that he wasn’t aware of what Jax’s motives probably were.
They went around picking, and Pomni kept glancing at Evil Pomni, who had turned her own attention to Evil Jax. They sat close together, so they brushed up against each other casually. Now Evil Pomni’s knee was resting on his thigh and she was leaning over close enough that one of her hat’s ‘tails’ brushed against his shoulder and arm. Evil Jax didn’t seem to mind at all, in fact he kept glancing at her with a sheepish, soft, sweet little smile. It was cute. It was almost like they were dating.
Pomni suddenly sat up, rigid, and glanced at Jax. He’d been watching them, too, but he felt her gaze on him and he glanced at her. Although they hadn’t said anything at all, she just knew they were of the same mind. Evil Jax and Evil Pomni had a little something going on, and she was kind of feeling a way about it. Seemingly so was he, as he stared at her with big, cute eyes. And then they seemed to remember they weren’t alone and they both jolted and turned away, awkward, Jax scowling and Pomni blushing just a bit. When she turned back to the others, Ragatha was staring at her. God, could they have one day where she didn’t have to awkwardly tiptoe around everyone’s feelings?
One day just about her own feelings would be like Heaven.
It wasn’t even that she didn’t like the others! She did like them, all of them. It was just so tiring to have been thrust into a role she didn’t get to pick by everybody. At this point she was just waiting for Caine to pull her aside so she could have a heart-to-heart with him, too. It would be really, really nice to only worry about her own feelings. Something she hadn’t had time to do since being thrust into this weird purgatory.
”You doing okay?” Ragatha whispered.
Pomni sighed internally and forced a smile to her face, though it came out more like a grimace, “Great, thanks. Who’s going first?”
The Pomnis were third, and she was really not looking forward to it. The whole taking turns thing had been a good idea, she guessed, but it really just made things even more of a show for the others. It was like performing more than playing, if that made sense, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to do this anymore. But before she could argue, Evil Pomni had grabbed her by her hat and dragged her to her feet. They were all in pajamas, so her hat was a bit softer than usual, but it was still there, and she stumbled after her as she yanked her up.
They were identical, with only the color schemes being different. Even Pomni’s pajamas, a bit t-shirt and boxers, matched Evil Pomni’s. Although Evil Pomni was in a yellow shirt and red shorts and Pomni was in a red shirt with blue shorts, so there was at least that. When they stood side-by-side it was clear who was who, but she could see if they swapped clothes they’d easily pass for the other. Which was kind of unsettling, wasn’t it? Didn’t Caine say something about forgetting who was a person and who was an AI when he’d killed Gummigoo while she watched? What if he forgot which Pomni was which?
Would any of the others notice? Would they care? Or would Jax prefer Evil Pomni’s company to hers?
”Ready to get f###### owned, b####?” Evil Pomni asked, grinning at her.
Pomni gave her a dry look, “Sure.”
Evil Jax was holding the spinner, and looked up at the girls for confirmation before he spun it.
“You start,” Evil Pomni said, and shoved Pomni onto the mat. She turned, annoyed, but only rolled her eyes.
There was no use arguing with Evil Pomni, the girl was relentless. She would get what she wanted, so she might as well just accept that so they could get on with it. The sooner she lost, the sooner it would be Jax and Ragatha’s turn and then that would put an end to this whole thing. Because there was no doubt in her mind that his goal was to make the girl suffer.
“Left foot green,” Evil Jax said pleasantly.
Easy. Pomni stood on a green dot and waited.
It wasn’t like the game was difficult to understand. In fact, it was stupidly simple. It was just holding herself up that proved the challenge. Which she guessed was kind of the point, right? But Evil Pomni talked mad shit and try as she might to not let her get under her skin, she had, and now she kind of wanted to win this.
Her arms and legs were kind of shaking, because she’d ended up on all fours, sort of. Her knees weren’t allowed to touch the mat, so instead of being comfortable she was kind of leaning heavily forward on her thin little arms, which were trembling from exertion. That’s when Evil Pomni’s next turn had caused them to brush up against one another. Pomni jerked instinctively away, startled as Evil Pomni’s arm slid under her stomach to touch one of the dots under her.
There was no need for Evil Pomni to have that dot. In fact, now her arms were crossed, which made it less ideal than literally any other choice. Pomni cast her a withering glare that was met by a toothy grin. So it had been on purpose. But why? To win? Like hell. On her next turn, Pomni shifted her own arm to be over Evil Pomni, so she was looking down at her. Pomni’s chest bumped against the back of Evil Pomni’s hat.
And then Evil Pomni adjusted on her next turn so that Pomni was pretty much straddling her, legs spread wide to accommodate her (and hit her marks, obviously). But it felt weird to be so spread wide over another person, and she was acutely aware that her shorts didn’t hug against her legs like her usual daily wear did. It felt very scandalous to be standing the way she was, generally, all bent in half, but with Evil Pomni under her,it felt very, well, ‘naughty’. For lack of a better term.
Psychologically, it was doing something to her. Unlocking the part of her brain that enjoyed some ‘mild thrills’. Doing something non-sexual that felt mildly sexual in front of an audience apparently counted. Especially when Evil Pomni shifted under her and brushed her ass up against her crotch. It shouldn’t be doing literally anything to her, because it was just, essentially, herself. But it was, because it brought her attention to how close their bodies were. And, like, it had been a while. Technically, yes, they were sort of the same person. But Pomni didn’t control her or anything. Which meant every brush against her body felt like someone else, which generally felt better than anything she could do.
She pushed all thoughts of weird sex and being so close to herself and how they were essentially on display for everyone else, and focused, rather hard, on holding her body up.
“You look like you’re going to collapse,” Jax teased, “Look at how your arms wobble, Pompom.”
”Shut up!” Pomni snapped.
”I’m only concerned for your safety,” Jax said, faux wounded. His voice was playful and full as he continued, “All I care about is your health and happiness.”
”Oh!” Evil Jax said, sounding excited. Pomni cast him a glance and saw he was up on his knees, tail wagging behind him. He was in cute purple pajamas with blue little stars on his shorts…His very short shorts.
Jax cast him a glare and then seemed to realize something and snapped, “No. Shut up. Sit down.”
”But I didn’t know you—“
”Down,” Jax snarled, and Evil Jax flushed a deep pink and cast a glance at Evil Pomni, who gave him a little nod, head brushing against Pomni’s throat and making her swallow hard.
Just the sheer proximity of another person had her mouth watering. The other woman was so warm, too, like a little heater. Every time she brushed against her, just from moving, Pomni’s breath hitched in her throat. Her loose shorts weren’t doing anything, either, in fact the added movement and brushing of soft fabric over her skin had her mind wandering so badly that Evil Jax had to say her name three times before she responded.
”Huh?”
”Left leg, yellow.”
Pomni currently had her left leg on blue. Which was like not a huge difference, but she was kind of ass up at the moment, and she knew her over-reactive body had responded (on its own, not because she was into Evil Pomni) to all the brushing already. But being spread wider was definitely going to be the opposite of helpful. She wanted to complain, or ask for a respin, or demand to see Evil Jax do it, so she could be sure he wasn’t skewing the results. But why would he? He didn’t know she liked her legs spread. He didn’t know she would feel a way. And even if he did, why would he do all that? Even Jax didn’t turn her on on purpose. it was all accidental shit.
”But—“
”Don’t tell me you’re already giving up,” Evil Pomni laughed, “You pussy.”
”God,” Pomni groaned, annoyed. “You’re—“
”I rock. Come on, b####. Move your weak a## leg,” Evil Pomni jeered, and lifted her hips, hoisting up Pomni into the air so even her toes didn’t touch the mat.
Pomni yelped, feet dangling, crotch rubbing against the fabric of her shorts. That’s right, she thought, dazedly, no wonder she was feeling everything so much. She never wore underwear if she could help it, and in the circus she could ‘help it’ all the time. Clearly either Caine had caught on or had just simply put her in what she wore to bed, anyway. Evil Pomni swayed under her, making their hips rub against each other as Pomni’s legs uselessly hung on either side of her. Pomni lost the battle with the rising blush in her cheeks, so her face colored, but she won the war and managed to sound normal as she snapped at her.
”Put me down so I can do it!”
Evil Pomni laughed and playfully did a ‘popping’ motion, so Pomni bounced off her a few times before she let her feet touch the mat again. But she didn’t back off, she kept her ass rubbing right up between Pomni’s legs. Even as she stretched them wider to be able to rest on the colored circles more comfortably. Evil Pomni kept shifting under her, and Pomni was growing increasingly convinced she knew this was going to get a rise out of her. How fucking unfair.
And this whole ‘in front of other people’ thing was actually really working for her. Being played with, moved against her will, brushed up against? All while needing to keep some kind of control over herself and her (overly enthusiastic) body? God, it was driving her nuts. She’d been wet plenty in her few weeks (months? years? it was hard to tell) in the circus. But this came with the burning desire to do something about it. And all because she— well, she supposed she was keeping her hands to herself.
In a few more moves, they were in a new position, this time Pomni under Evil Pomni, in a sort of ‘crab’ position, arms shaking so bad she was barely keeping up. This had been going on too long, and she was pissed that Evil Pomni looked much steadier and confident than she felt. Jax had stopped teasing her, and a quick glance his way showed that he was watching them with the same attention Evil Jax was giving them. She didn’t think anyone was aware at how stupidly turned on she was, but when she looked up into Evil Pomni’s grin, she had a feeling she knew.
”Looking a little unstable there, Pompom,” Evil Pomni grinned, “Maybe you should submit to me, huh?”
”Ugh,” Pomni said, hating that her body throbbed at the idea. Being touched would be great, actually. Submitting wasn’t her favorite, but she didn’t mind it now and then, and she had a feeling Evil Pomni was the top here. Under her breath she said, “Yeah, maybe.”
Evil Pomni’s leg slid between her own when Evil Jax prompted her, and now Pomni was certain he was in on it. Why, though, she had no idea. She didn’t like the sound that came out of her mouth as Evil Pomni’s leg brushed her inner thigh. But she really, really didn’t like when her own movement shoved Evil Pomni’s thigh against her crotch. She was so wet the fabric of her shorts stuck to her, making her uncomfortable, and she shifted.
Which had been the bad move, because as she did so, Evil Pomni adjusted, and her thigh rubbed against her just right. She only barely managed to restrain herself from moaning, but a little heated pant escaped her anyway. She saw Jax sit bolt upright in the corner of her vision and flushed. Evil Pomni looked pleased.
On her next move their chests bumped against one another. Pomni tried to shy away, tried to lower down so they wouldn’t be rubbing breasts, too. But Evil Pomni wasn’t having any of that, and followed her, rubbing against her purposefully. The leg between hers was driving her nuts but the set of identical breasts, clearly as braless as her own, rubbing her through their thin shirts was driving her wild. She hadn’t had sex with a woman in years, and this one was as direct as she’d wished everyone was. Which, well, of course she was. She was her. She wondered what else she’d know and understand without needing to be told.
She had to lose, or she was going to embarrass herself further.
But before she could collapse to the mat, Evil Pomni’s mouth was by where Pomni’s ear should be, their bodies rubbing together as she spoke.
“Where are you going, Pomni? Don’t like what I’m offering?”
”What are you offering?” Pomni asked, voice low so the others couldn’t understand her words. Evil Pomni ground her thigh against her clit and Pomni bit her shoulder to keep from making a sound. Which didn’t look better, granted. Especially not for Evil Jax, who was down by their feet and could see exactly what Evil Pomni was up to.
And why that thought got her even wetter, she wasn’t sure. She cast a little glance at her own Jax and fought the thrill that shot through her when she saw his expression. He was locked the fuck in, staring with wide eyes, mouth firmly closed, knees drawn up. She didn’t glance at the others, because she didn’t want to know if they knew she was very, very close to dragging Evil Pomni off to bed.
”Come on, you’re not a dumb b####, too, are you? Naaah, you’ve gotta be smart. I’m smart. And Jax wouldn’t want you if you were like that dumb b#### over there, that’s why he hates her.”
”Well, actually,” Pomni said, ready to defend Ragatha.
”Feel this?” Evil Pomni asked, ignoring her and talking over her so Pomni was forced to stop talking. She rubbed her thigh against her and ground their chests together so Evil Pomni’s hard nipples rubbed against her. Pomni’s breathing was getting kind of weird, and she knew she was definitely showing signs of being turned on to the others. No hiding behind any kind of lie about her weird behavior now. It had been a reach before, but now there was nothing she could say that wouldn’t sound worse than just pretending nothing happened at all. God, that was embarrassing. Which wasn’t really her thing, so it was (thankfully) a little sobering.
Pomni nodded, knowing she couldn’t trust either of them with her answering her verbally. Either her voice would crack on its own or Evil Pomni would do something to get her to moan out loud as she tried to talk.
”Too bad you were so against seven minutes in heaven, stupid. We could have gotten each other and I could have shown you what your therapist meant when she said ‘self love is the best love’. You woulda lost your f###### mind.”
There was no way to get Evil Pomni alone to even see if what she was offering was something she wanted to buy. Even though she knew as soon as it was kind of on the table that she’d be down. Maybe. Wouldn’t that be weird though? It was weird to fuck yourself, wasn’t it?
Then again, she was literally a clown and her two favorite people out of her new forced-proximity friendships were a bunny and a sentient chess piece with floating hands so like maybe it didn’t really matter how weird it was. But then again, maybe the others would find it too weird. So she didn’t want to just like, stand up and announce to the group that she was going to go fuck herself. Even if she planned on doing that.
She wasn’t used to caring this much about what other people thought of her. She could definitely see how being in a scenario like this for decades could really do a number on someone, and she felt a slight twinge of guilt for not understanding Ragatha better until right now. This absolutely sucked already.
Pomni collapsed onto the mat and gasped out, “I lose.”
And then she rolled out from under Evil Pomni and crawled over to her spot on the floor. She would walk but she was pretty sure her legs wouldn’t support her at the moment, so she was forced to crawl. When she got back to her place she tucked her knees to her chest so she wouldn’t show everyone how wet she’d gotten from that stupid little display. It wasn’t fair that Caine had cursed her with genitals, but then again, maybe it would be worse to go without. Did Zooble and Gangle still get horny despite not having anything to fuck with? Probably. Didn’t Jax say something about an anime figure?
But her efforts were wasted, she was pretty sure. At least if she based her guess on the way both Jax’s were glancing between them, the way the others politely avoided her gaze, and Evil Pomni’s half-lidded expression, everyone knew she was wet regardless. She hid her face in her knees and sighed.
They’d played a few more games before the late-night slumber party ritual of all laying on the floor together for a movie was finally happening. Ragatha said there was a list of activities on a schedule taped to the fridge, but Pomni was pretty sure that was a white lie and they were just doing stuff Ragatha wanted them to do. Why any of them went along with it was a mystery, but everyone was pretty docile, honestly. Even Jax was lounging on the couch, out of reach of the others but not too far away that it didn’t count.
Pomni was lying on the floor just against the couch, and not because Jax had laid on the couch and she’d instinctively followed him but because Evil Pomni had ushered her there. At first she hadn’t really understood why, but ten minutes into some movie about some scientists studying monkeys, she felt her hand on her knee under the blankets.
Of course she knew if she shoved her hand off, Evil Pomni might try again. But she might also back off, since she might see it as ‘shooting her shot’ and being turned down. But, well, she didn’t do either of those things. Pomni wasn’t really one for subtlety and she wanted to be sure she was heard loud and clear. So she pulled her arms around from under the blankets and crossed them over her chest. Evil Pomni laughed, quietly, and then shifted, blocking the others from Pomni’s view. Her hand trailed up from her knee, brushing fingers up her thigh, making Pomni shiver and her breath catch in her throat. Nobody else noticed, but she heard a little shift on the couch and knew Jax had noticed.
”I have to go to the bathroom,” Pomni said.
”No you don’t,” Jax said, too fast, “None of us do.”
”I want to go to the bathroom,” Pomni amended, and he glared at her. In the dim light from the television it was hard to read his face, but something told her he was blushing.
Pomni pushed her blanket down and got up on her knees. Before she stood she gave a discreet tug on Evil Pomni’s hat. And then she was gone, heading back upstairs to the bedrooms instead of where everyone else was now, in the back living room. She could hear Evil Pomni following a moment later, both of them moving through the dark as if they knew the place. They didn’t, as far as Pomni could guess. Her childhood home had only one floor and her last place was an apartment, she was pretty sure.
But the house’s layout felt familiar, as if they’d been there before. And Evil Pomni was following her quietly, bless, as she led the way to one of the bedrooms that nobody had bothered using. There were bunkbeds against the wall, and Pomni slipped in, sitting on the bottom bed, nervous and shy as Evil Pomni slid in after her.
”Hi,” Pomni said, feeling stupid.
Evil Pomni shut the door behind her and stepped across the room. Moonlight shone in through the half-open blinds, casting little white lines over everything. Evil Pomni was staring her down, slowly approaching, and Pomni was so, so ready to do whatever it was she wanted. Whatever they wanted, really, she couldn’t see a world where she fucked herself and didn’t enjoy it.
”I don’t think I’ve seen you around before,” Evil Pomni grinned, “You come here often?”
Pomni laughed, startled by the flirting, and said, “New in town.”
”Gonna be here long?”
”Forever,” Pomni said, and then frowned.
”Good. Lots of time to get to know you. You know how they greet people around here, yeah?”
”No?”
As far as she could tell every world they visited behaved like the real world might. At least culturally. And by ‘real world’ she meant where she’d come in from. A big city in the United States. So she couldn’t even guess what Evil Pomni was asking her, and continued to be completely at a loss until she finally reached her on the bed. Their feet pressed together, soft slippers squishing together so she could feel Evil Pomni’s toes flexing through the layers. And then Evil Pomni grabbed her face and kissed her.
It was not the kind of kiss that would make your knee pop. This was the sort of kiss that went right to your pussy and made you ready to hop into bed: eager, tongue, soft moaning into her mouth, a light nip of the teeth at her lips, the whole shebang. Everything she did when she was really, really into a guy and wanted things to progress quickly. And Evil Pomni was using it against her.
Their mouths still pressed together, Evil Pomni groaned into her as Pomni’s hands came up and gingerly touched her hips. Her thumbs tucked up under her baggy yellow shirt and rubbed the hem of her shorts, gloved hands brushing over her skin.
”Do you have—“
”I have a pussy, duh, god can you f###### imagine if I was gunning for this and then still didn’t get off? I’d go f###### nuts. Don’t know how that Zooble b#### manages.”
Evil Pomni shoved her down onto the bed and grabbed one of her ankles kind of harshly, making Pomni jerk her leg in an attempt to free it. But Evil Pomni was locked on now, and didn’t let her go. She yanked her up, so her ass pulled up off the bed and Pomni kicked at her with her other leg, snapping out a:
”Hey! Be gentle!”
”God, you whine a lot.”
Evil Pomni’s other hand grabbed the leg of her shorts and yanked, hard. Even as Pomni reached for the waist, she knew it was over, because the elastic was pretty stretchy and they were baggy enough that they came right off of her with zero resistance. And then she was acutely aware of just how wet this whole thing had made her, because the cold air hit her pussy and made her hiss.
”Oh but you’re soaked,” Evil Pomni laughed, “That’s why you’re so whiny, Evil Jax gets like that too when he’s in heat.”
”I’m not—“
But Evil Pomni hadn’t actually been talking with her, more like at her, and she was already shoving her legs uncomfortably back so she could shove her giant head between her knees. Pomni cried out when her (obnoxiously) large tongue pressed against her pussy, warm and wet and soothing compared to the frigid air. Why was this adventure cold? Had it always been cold? Was this room cold? Was it cold because Caine knew ‘without clothes’ was colder than ‘with clothes’? She wished she understood a little more about how games worked, but she really didn’t know much at all.
”Oh,” Pomni gasped, and then she was shifting to spread her legs a little bit, allowing Evil Pomni to have better access to her.
It was probably that they were the same person, but boy could Evil Pomni eat pussy. Seemingly with no effort at all she was good at it. Maybe it had something to do, too, with just how big her fucking tongue was. One lick and it covered everything. Even though most of her attention was on Pomni’s clit, just like she liked it. Pomni squirmed under her. It was a lot all at once and every time she glanced down, which was more often than she’d thought she usually did, she was reminded that it was herself between her legs. Ugh, weird.
And Evil Pomni’s eyes bore into her, so if she closed her eyes she was still very, very aware who was down there. Evil Pomni was loud, too, much louder than she was, and as she sucked and licked at her clit, one of her hands was shoved into her own shorts. Pomni could hear the muffled, wet sounds of her fingers playing with herself, and she was annoyed at once.
”What are you doing?”
”Uh, getting some? Why? Not good enough for princess? Yeesh, man, everyone’s a f###### critic.”
“Not that,” Pomni said, and pointed at her hand in her shorts. “That. Are you kidding me?”
Evil Pomni looked confused, “I’m not allowed to take care of myself, too? Fat chance.”
”You’re annoying, no wonder you get along with Jax.”
”Ohh,” Evil Pomni laughed, “You’re so down bad.”
Pomni rolled her eyes, “Come here.”
”Ugh, fine, whatever. But this is stupid, we’re supposed to be getting off. Why are we wasting time—“
”Do you talk all the time or do you know how to follow directions and do what you’re told?”
”Oh, it’s like that?” Evil Pomni laughed, “You really need to learn how to relax. You don’t always have to be in charge, man, damn.”
”Kind of hard to relax when you won’t come sit on my face while you do that,” Pomni said, wet and horny and still not satisfied and they had a time limit, didn’t she fucking get it? Someone would notice she was missing and investigate. Ragatha, probably, she always noticed when Pomni wasn’t in the room.
Evil Pomni blinked and then stood up, shoving her shorts down and hopping out of them and onto the bed in one clean motion. Now that she got the name of the game, it was clear she was down to clown. Evil Pomni gently placed one knee on either side of her head and then glanced down between their bodies. Bless her, she figured this would be a lot rougher than it was. But presumably Evil Pomni knew her well and knew too much rough housing would end up with no eating for anyone and they’d both go back downstairs pissy and soaked with no finale.
Pomni reached up, wrapped her arms around her upper thighs, and yanked her down so her face was shoved right up in there. And within two licks she could tell that the real skill was having a giant tongue. It made eating pussy easy as anything. Of course she did have skill, she’d done this before (and been told she was pretty good at it) but it had been a while. But she knew what she liked, and that really helped. And luckily for both of them one thing they liked was giant tongue.
Between her own legs Evil Pomni had resumed her own go of things, and she was a little bit ‘wilder’ in her movements, a little more erratic. A little more sticking her tongue out and moving her head so the whole thing rubbed in strange circles on her clit and made her stomach clench at the sensation. God, it felt good. And it felt good to make her feel good, too. She moaned into Evil Pomni’s pussy as Evil Pomni slid a finger inside of her, chuckling between her legs.
”Soaked, you slut.”
Pomni groaned, “No name calling.”
”Yeah yeah no fun here.”
”You like being called names?”
”I like getting laid,” Evil Pomni shrugged. “Whatever gets me there.”
Pomni tried to give that some thought but the finger inside of her wiggled and she made a stupid whimpering sound. God it had been a while. Evil Pomni’s tongue lapped at her clit and she absolutely soaked her finger. Pomni flushed and pressed her mouth back against Evil Pomni’s cunt to stifle the sound she made. And then two fingers were pressing into her and she broke free again, crying out, shifting her legs. Evil Pomni pinned her thighs down with her elbows so they couldn’t get in the way and closed her lips around her clit, lightly sucking on it as she fingered her.
Her fingers slid gently out and then back in again, curling and moving against her walls as she repeated the motion, slow and confident, with the idea of completely undoing her. It was working. Most of her past hook-ups had been fumbling and messy, eager and sloppy, with the outcome being Pomni kicking a dude out of her place at four in the morning feeling marginally better than she had before that. Her pleasure wasn’t a super high priority for most of them, and maybe that wasn’t uncommon.
But Evil Pomni was her, and knew her, and she knew every single button to press to make her wet and make her body shiver with pleasurable tingles.
”Relax. You’re so f#####, man, you’re never gonna get dicked down by Jax if you’re this rigid.”
”Why, is he big?” Pomni asked, amusing herself with the question.
”Nah,” Evil Pomni said, “Prolly average. But you’re small as s###, so why don’t you let me warm you up for him.”
”What—“
Evil Pomni was done talking. She shoved a third finger into her and pressed down into her face at the same time, so her pussy muffled the little cry she let out. And then they were both going for it. Evil Pomni was just as good as she was; better, even, and she vaguely wondered if she had done this before. She must have, unless she simply got all of Pomni’s own memories. But then if she had her own memories, how did she get them? Could Caine make copies of her? Could Caine make copies of anyone? Would that make them—
“If you’re going to be a frigid b#### I’ll go f### Ragatha. At least she’d be interesting,” Evil Pomni snapped, “Stop getting distracted. Lick or I go.”
Evil Pomni rubbed against her face and Pomni wrinkled her face up in distaste. Crass. But she didn’t want to stop, so she focused in on the feeling of tongue between her legs and fingers inside of her. And when Evil Pomni had her attention again, she was happy to pick right back up where she’s left off. Pomni moaned softly as Evil Pomni’s fingers picked up the pace, and realized this was exactly what she did for herself, only another hand.
Nothing to think about here, just…having sex with herself.
Pomni shook herself and focused on what she was supposed to be focused on: eating pussy. Damn, she’d never been this distracted in bed before. But right as she could sense Evil Pomni was going to complain again, she got back to it. Her tongue glided over the minimal amount of folds the other woman had, and she wondered if that was because Caine didn’t know what a vagina looked like or if it was because of her specific body. But her clit was in the right spot, and that was one of the more important bits, so she’d take what she got.
In fact, her clit was kind of pronounced. The same pretty pink of her cheeks (and her nipples), engorged and obvious. Good to know, just in case she ever hooked up with anyone else in this nightmare. And Evil Pomni tasted kind of odd. Not like nothing, her brain was telling her they certainly tasted like something, but she couldn’t place it no matter how hard she tried. It slipped around, just out of mind, until she gave up. It wasn’t unpleasant, though, so there was that. And she smelled like nothing, too, except for the light smell of sex that was coming from her and coating her face. But it wasn’t strong enough to worry about it lingering on her and alerting the others to her, uh, ‘self love’ session.
Pomni wrapped her arms around her waist and flattened her against her mouth so her wide tongue could press at her entrance, making Evil Pomni moan against her, and she felt a surge of pride. Evil Pomni dragged her knees up on the bed and then spread them so she sunk onto her face and she was able to get more easily to her clit. Which she did, now, getting the hint. Evil Pomni moaned again and then pulled out from between her legs to say, playfully:
”Oh, so we do take direction.”
”Shut up.”
”Make me.”
Pomni sighed and then, copying Evil Pomni’s idea, shoved a finger into her. A little harsher than she liked it, a little rougher. She jerked her wrist so she slid out and then slammed back in, and she shifted her face out of the way and lower, so she could focus on her clit. Every now and then she pinched Evil Pomni’s thigh, getting a little pleasured cry out of the other lady.
Evil Pomni was not about to be outdone, though. Her own fingers worked Pomni tirelessly, gentle and sure but non-stop, slowly in and out of her, curling inside of her, wiggling and insistent and filling her up so good she kept moaning against her pussy. Her legs were pinned open still so she couldn’t instinctively try to close them and cut Evil Pomni off, and she was tender with that, too, firm but gentle. Pomni’s hips were moving on their own, trying to grind against her hand as she worked her. And the whole while Evil Pomni’s tongue lapped and circled and flicked at her clit until Pomni’s whole brain was filled with sensation and the need to please her, too, like she was being pleased.
The build up was slow and steady, not rushed or electric. A steady warmth built up from between her legs and spread slow over her body, like easing into a hot tub or pulling on an electric blanket. Her body relaxed and tingled and her moans and sighs were ramping up in frequency, until they were nonstop. Evil Pomni was making noise, too, her hot breaths puffing between her legs and adding to the whole sensation, until everything got so warm that her body gave up trying to contain it.
It washed over her, made all of her muscles go tense, and then she was relaxing with a soft, low moan. Evil Pomni followed suit, squeezing her head and moaning a little sharply. Pomni bit her clit without thinking much beyond the evils like pain right and as soon as the other woman cried out she was super grateful she’d guessed that correctly. Because otherwise she was pretty sure Evil Pomni would toss her out the window. Without her shorts.
They licked lazily at each other as they came down, warm and relaxed, lazy and soft, rubbing each other's bodies and just enjoying the warm, comfortable afterglow of a good lay. Pomni had never had sex like that with another person before. Usually that sort of slow, steady build up was reserved for when she took care of things herself.
”Ah,” Pomni said, amused.
”What?” Evil Pomni asked, unamused.
”Nothing, I just— didn’t you think that might be more explosive?”
”Has it ever been?”
”Well, no, but…wait! Can you remember the same things I can?” Pomni asked, and Evil Pomni got kind of quiet.
”Nah,” She said, after a minute. “We better get back to the rest. Your loser boyfriend might come sniffing after you. Does he always follow you around like that?”
”I don’t know what you’re implying,” Pomni said, amused, “Jax never follows me around.”
”Five f###### bucks says the f##### is outside that door.”
Pomni considered it. Then, deciding there was no way he was, and deciding that it didn’t even fucking matter because in the circus money didn’t actually matter, she shrugged. Evil Pomni climbed off the bed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, licking that clean as she tossed Pomni her blue shorts and grabbed her own red ones. Pomni tried not to think about how fucking weird it was to be getting dressed at the same time. They’d had sex. She’d eaten herself out. Weird. The whole thing was weird.
But, well, it had been kind of nice. Not as nice as being tossed onto a bed or pressed against a wall and dicked down properly, but pretty good. Nothing to complain about. At least she’d gotten some tongue down there. Everything still worked, too, so there was…well, she won that lottery, didn’t she?
They tugged their shorts on and Pomni wiped her face with the pillow’s sham before tossing it back on the bed and following Evil Pomni to the door. Evil Pomni pressed a finger to her mouth and then grinned at her. Pomni adjusted her clothes and gave her a thumbs up. There was definitely no way that Jax had followed them.
But when Evil Pomni yanked the door open, not only did Jax fall into the room, but so did Evil Jax, who was seated in his lap. They were both flushed and both of them looked kind of dazed and Pomni blushed, casting a horrified look at Evil Pomni, who was laughing something fierce.
”Hey, what gives? You f###### creeps. Do you always sneak around spying on women or is this a special case cause you’re f###### deprived of porn in this place?” Evil Pomni asked, crossing her arms.
”Don’t be mad,” Evil Jax whined, crawling over to her on his hands on knees. Pomni’s eyebrows shot up and she cast a curious look at a wide-eyed Jax. Evil Jax whimpered when Evil Pomni stroked his head gently, which turned into a sharp little moan when she pulled one of his ears. His tail wagged behind him, making a little ‘thwp thwp’ sound from how fast it was going.
”I’m not mad. I know you like to listen, you creep. Give Mommy a kiss.”
Evil Jax made a whimpering little moan and eagerly sat up on his knees and Pomni decided she’d seen enough.
”Wanna go back?” She asked Jax, who was staring with a grimace. His ears perked up and she held out her hand, helping him to his feet. She said goodbye as she shut the bedroom door, but she wasn’t sure the other two heard her.
Jax and Pomni headed down the short hall and took a right just past the laundry room, heading down the stairs to the front living room where Kinger and Evil Kinger were seated and playing Battleship at the table.
”How’s it going, Jax? Having a nice night?” Kinger asked when he saw them. “Oh, hi Pomni! Did you have a good time with your girl friend?”
”Yeah, it was pretty good,” Pomni said, pleasantly, trying and failing not to blush.
“Only pretty good, huh?” Jax asked.
”I think it could have been better,” Pomni said, slowly, glancing up at him to find he was definitely not looking at her. His gaze was directed at the H.R. Giger painting over the front room’s couch. “I really miss dick.”
Jax choked.
”Anyway, goodnight Kinger!”
”Goodnight Pomni, have fun storming the castle!” Kinger said, pleasantly, and Pomni skipped off to the back living room, leaving Jax floundering behind her.