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Every few months or so, things would get…weird. It was kind of hard to explain, and she didn’t know if any of the others really remembered any of it, because they were decidedly Not Talking About It. But she suspected they did, since Jax seemed to remember most of it. At least, as far as she’d gathered. But they were weird, fucked up nightmares, so she didn’t really blame anyone for not talking about it. And since they weren’t talking about it, she also didn’t talk about it. She already made enough waves among them as it was, she didn’t need to be souring anyone’s opinion of her by insisting they talk about the big elephant in the room.
But this time, things were different. Namely, she hadn’t snapped back to normal in her bedroom when Caine had been through with her. Well, okay, she was in her bedroom but things were decidedly not normal.
She was, she guessed, about five inches tall. She probably should have assumed some kind of fucked up shennanigans had been going on when Caine had dropped the whole ‘keychain’ spiel, but honestly, she tried very hard to forget whatever nonsense came out of his head during these ‘nightmares’. So, well, this was kind of on her. For being surprised, of course, not the actual issue at hand. Because everything that had happened after she’d arrived in this digital hellscape had been almost entirely Caine’s fault.
And a little bit of Jax’s, too.
But Jax was different. They’d kind of, well, developed something. Hadn’t they? After his total breakdown and shouting at Caine she’d kind of…followed him back to his room. Something just really hadn’t felt right. To her surprise he’d let her inside, after a moment, and she’d kind of stayed the night. And then after that first time they’d kind of followed each other. They took turns, it seemed. It had only been a week or so since the disaster that was their last official adventure, but they’d slept together four times and hung out every day. She was telling herself it was to be sure he was okay. But she also knew she just liked him. Even if he had pushed the wrong button.
But then again, he’d actually pushed the right button, hadn’t he? He’d called bullshit immediately. It had been their insistence that had dragged him through the adventure and broken him. And why had they fully believed that stupid story anyway? Abel had been suspicious from the start, especially with trying to exclude Kinger. They should have guessed something was up. But they hadn’t, and in the end, Jax had maybe saved them from a worse fate. After all, Caine had set the whole thing up. And now he was kind of pissed at them anyway, although he was lying about it. Which was worse, she was pretty sure.
And, on top of all of that, she’d had a week to think it over and…none of what they’d seen had been what she had seen when she’d gone through the exit door. In fact, the exit door hadn’t even been included. So, well, what gave? She wanted to talk about it with Jax. Or with anyone, actually. But she wasn’t sure where was safe, anymore.
Pomni sighed and rose to her feet a little unsteadily, but luckily the mattress didn’t indent from her weight so it was easier than she’d expected to stand on it. It was soft and springy, yet firm under her, similar to standing on one of those ‘safe flooring’ playgrounds. She looked across her bedroom and wondered if it was even worth it to try to join the others. On one hand, if she could show them the issue she was fairly certain they’d attract Caine’s attention for her and then he could fix his error. Because that had to be what this was, right? An error. Not some kind of weird, horrible punishment. It certainly wasn’t him still being sore that they’d wanted to leave badly enough to lie to him, right? And she’d behaved since they’d gotten back.
Which was lucky for everyone, wasn’t it? When they’d first gotten back she’d felt hopeless and angry enough to burn the whole fucking place to the ground.
But really, none of them had done much of anything since they’d gotten back to the main tent after the events a few days ago. Including Caine. Sort of. Obviously they’d kind of spoken to him a few times, since, but only to participate in his weird little sideshow where he pretended there was an audience watching them. As if The Digital Circus was a television show rather than a video game. Which, well…
She didn’t think it was possible. But it was kind of weird, actually, and she’d been kind of wondering about it all lately. Not that it mattered. Without bouncing ideas off the others, she couldn’t really sort stuff out on her own since being the newest member meant she knew the least out of anyone. And with the current state of things it was a miracle any of them were talking at all.
Pomni sighed again and sat down on the edge of her bed. The mattress stretched far in both directions, and when she sat her feet dangled over the edge. She’d only glanced down once, and that was really enough. It felt like looking down off the side of the Grand Canyon: big, dangerous, and impossible. Just as she’d decided she was going to slide down the blanket on her stomach and try to slow her descent by using the blanket as a sort of rope to rappel down the bed like it was a canyon, she heard the sound of a key in her door.
”Jax,” She said, relieved.
If it had been Caine, he would have just appeared. The door eased open and then Jax slid in, slyly, as if no one else knew they’d been spending all of their time together. As if no one else had seen him behave like a good boy for her all through their little adventure. He was a little bit in denial, she was pretty sure. But if she brought it up she knew he would push her away again. So she let him live in his own world. At least he was still coming over. That was something, and she’d take it.
Jax shut and locked the door behind him and turned to her bed with a cocky, playful smile.
“Hey Pomni— Uh?” Jax had taken one step towards her bed, but then paused, and his eyes scanned the space for a moment. She couldn’t blame him, her clothes matched the blankets, and the red and blue of everything was garish and made her eyes hurt. It was easy to lose her in the mess.
”Down here,” Pomni said, and climbed up to her feet and waved with both hands.
Jax’s gaze locked on her immediately and his brow furrowed, “How..?”
”Do you really think I know?”
They both looked sober for a moment and the same thought passed through them both: Caine. But neither of them spoke it into existence.
”So what are you gonna do about it?” He asked, kneeling down so his face was close to her without either of them craning their necks.
”Get his attention, I guess? But I didn’t think my voice would be loud enough to call for him”
“You do sound kind of squeaky,” Jax teased, smiling at her and gently pushing her shoulder with one finger. She stumbled back from the strength of it, and his eyes widened into near-circles.
”Hey, gentle!”
Jax didn’t answer her, he simply tilted his head. His pupils were so big they took up most of his eye and his smile had slipped. Which didn’t bode well for her, at her current size. At her normal size, she could at least stand her own against him. At five inches tall? Probably unlikely. Not that she thought he was going to hurt her. They were friends (despite his best efforts) and he liked her, clearly. They’d made out just yesterday, at least. So she was safe. Probably.
”Jax?” She said, looking nervous.
”You’re cute like this, Pompom,” Jax said, and she could hear the little thwip of his tail wagging behind him.
He leaned onto her bed, so his chin rested on the edge and both of his hands rested on either side of his head. She instinctively took a step back. She wasn't exactly small enough to pop into his mouth, but she was small enough that the urge was probably there. And if he stuck her in his mouth, she was going to strangle him from the inside.
“Thanks,” She said, dryly, “Call Caine for me?”
”I will,” Jax said, but her sigh of relief had been premature as he said, “After we play a little bit.”
”Play?”
His hands came up then, index and thumb of both snatching her hands between them. To her relief, he was being gentle, but it was a little disconcerting for her arms to suddenly be rendered useless. He tugged them up, so her arms stretched above her head, and she yelped in surprise. It seemed so effortless on his end, but on hers, it felt like an impossible force. Like no matter how much she’d tried to stop him, she’d have been completely unable to do so. The strength behind his fingers was unmatched. And he kept lifting her arms, up, up, until her whole body lifted gently into the air and her feet only just grazed the ground.
”Jax!” She cried, stretching to try and reach.
“Relaaaaax,” He sang, and gently placed her back on her feet.
She wobbled, feet unsteady without her arms to help balance her, but he still held her hands so she couldn’t fall over. One of his hands let go of her hand, his index finger gently stroking her hat. He tilted his head the other way now, gaze softening as he looked at her, and the finger on her hat trailed down the back of her head and gently nudged her forward. Which she did not want to do. Getting closer to his face was a bad idea generally, even if she did it anyway, and doing so at this size was a really bad idea, like to the point that she desperately didn’t want to do it. Her feet stumbled as she tried to stop him from dragging her forward, but her strength was no match for his. The two fingers holding her right hand dragged her forward as the finger that was now resting between her shoulder blades pushed her, and all the while she was digging her feet in with a childish thought of no!
”Jax, cut it out!”
”What, you think I’m gonna hurt you? Don’t worry, Pomni, I don’t bite.”
”Yes, you do.”
”Yeah but not hard. I don’t even leave a mark!”
”Only because you can’t, not because you haven’t tried!”
”Aw,” Jax tsked, “Is someone afwaid of wittle owd me?”
”Don’t— Jax!”
He yanked her gently, and she went nearly flying into his face. The only reason she didn’t was the finger on her back caught one of her hat’s tails and tugged her to a little stop. By jerking her whole neck. Annoyed, she tried to tear her hand out of his grip as her other hand yanked her hat free. He laughed, soft and low, as if he was afraid that he might knock her over with his breath if he laughed any louder.
”And here I thought you were my biggest fan.”
“I am, but only by default,” Pomni said, voice clipped.
“You wound me.”
”You’ll live.”
”Kiss and make it better,” He turned his cheek to her, closing one eye. His hands let her go, then, too, but settled behind her, lacing his fingers, creating a little ‘fence’ for her with his arms.
Annoying.
”Fine,” Pomni sighed, and stepped up, trying to ignore the pounding of her heart in her chest.
At this size, his head felt really, really large. His eye was probably the size of her head and when she went to kiss him his head loomed over her, his cheek the perfect height for her to kiss just under his eye if she bent her knees a little. Ugh, weird. The whole thing was really, really weird. And he was being weird. Up until he’d actually shown up she had been pretty sure if anyone was going to call Caine for her, it’d be the guy who she’d slept with four times in a week. Honestly, it was kind of putting her off of him entirely. Up until now she had been pretty sure his being a dick had been mostly a self-defense mechanism, and he’d been pretty alright to her at least.
But now that she was tiny and helpless? She had a different perspective entirely. Go figure. It actually almost made her feel bad for brushing off his bad behavior towards the others.
His cheek was soft under her mouth, but it felt like kissing a wall, almost. Or maybe a whale or an elephant. Big, impossibly big, but living and soft and warm. God, it was so strange she was struggling to really comprehend it.
”There. Can we get Caine now?” She said, taking a step away.
While she’d been busy doing as he asked, it seemed he’d been busy slowly dragging his arms in, so when she’d taken a step back, she slammed into them. Alarmed, she turned, placing both hands on his arm, but she wasn’t sure she could get her short legs over it even if she tried, and…well…
”Where are you going?” Jax asked, voice playful and lilting in a way that made her anxiety spike.
“I don’t like this game,” Pomni warned.
He seemed surprised, “What, really?”
His surprise surprised her and she blinked up at him. But then his face changed, and his cocky little look slipped and his ears drooped, and there he was: Jax. Her Jax. Real.
“I thought you’d be into being itty bitty, Pompom. So much easier to play with you this way.” He moved his hand around, offering her a finger to hold. She placed both of her hands on it tentatively, and his serious expression broke into another cocky, playful one, “You can’t really think I’d hurt you. At least not permanently.”
”Well, it’s just a little concerning being so tiny,” Pomni said, feeling a little bad. Even though she knew she shouldn’t because he had been acting weird. “I didn’t think you’d hurt me— wait, what, permanently?”
”Don’t worry, I’m just gonna nibble on you a bit,” He teased. The finger she was holding pushed forward a little, brushing against her chest.
The tip of his finger took up the entire space between her breasts, so he could touch a little bit of both of them at the same time, even without moving. It felt similar to how it might feel if his entire hand came up to rest between them, warmth radiating out from the contact. She tightened her grip on his finger, and she knew before she saw the change in his expression that her cheeks flushed. Pomni wasn’t one for being touched, generally. She shied away from it from everyone: flinching when anyone reached for her, jerking her body out of the way.
Except for Jax.
With Jax, things felt different. Just like this felt different. Good different. Too good different, actually, because ever since they’d had sex right after that stupid adventure, her mind raced and her body reacted to every touch he gave her. Even stupid ones like this. And damn it if he hadn’t started to notice that her body was hyper-reactive to his attention. So sue her, she was attracted to him, and she’d been here for months, and her last friend with benefits had been months before she’d even put the stupid headset on.
His finger brushed over her chest now, making her shy away from the movement, his fingertip managing to caress both of her breasts entirely with very little effort on his part. A slight circular motion of his finger and it was like he’d put his entire hand over her breast and played with it. His touch was light, barely grazing, and she let out a harsh little breath at the sensation, body shivering even as she tried to stifle it, nipple hardening against her will at his attention.
She pressed at his finger, trying to push him gently off, but his other hand came up to wrap around her back, holding her in place. Gingerly, as if he was afraid to break her now that he was touching her more. His pinky slid under her legs and she tipped back into his warm hand, his fingers cradling her body, wrapping around her. She made a noise of surprise as the thumb of the hand holding her gently rubbed against her cheek, and then she was lifted clean in the air, so her feet no longer touched her bed.
Panic welled up inside of her, and she struggled, trying to get free. But between his finger on her chest and the hand cradling her, she was pretty well secured. He tipped his hand back so she was sort of laying in his fingers, but it wasn’t like being carried bridal style, it was more like being held like a doll or a hamster.
”Jax,” She complained, but the finger on her chest rubbed another soft, gentle circle over her breast and his name turned into a breathy little huff on her lips.
Generally, Pomni liked being in control. She had controlled most of her life, outside of the Circus, and the lack of control in here had done absolutely nothing to squash her desire to regain and remain in control as much as possible. So her body’s reaction to being completely out of control was kind of messing her up. Namely, the strange rush of soothing, gentle tingles through her body. It started at her head and ran over her like warm water, making her tense body go loose and kind of limp, and she relaxed in his hand, sinking into it, letting him be in charge. For once.
”See?” He teased, “You do like being itty bitty.”
”You shut up,” Pomni snapped, body tensing right back up.
Jax grinned at her, which was disconcerting when he was holding her aloft, and then he pulled her up even higher, so now if she fell she knew it would hurt. All of his movements were slow and careful, which was kind of a surprise, because he wasn’t usually especially tender with her. Even when they’d had sex he was kind of jerky and harsh in his handling of her. If she’d been pressed, she wasn’t even sure she’d think he could be this gentle. But he was. Which was making her feel, well, a way about it.
So by the time he had her close to his face, her heart was beating rather hard for multiple reasons, instead of just the worry of oh god his mouth is really close to my bite-sized body again. The finger on her chest eased up and she kind of sat up in his hand, both hands dropping to the pinky finger she was resting on to hoist herself up. The less cradled she was, the better, because all those moving digits under her back were making her body start to wake up. It was like suddenly every nerve in her realized that Jax was here and wanted to play.
Which was silly. What could they even do at this size?
She’d sat up too far on the edge of his finger, so when he finally stopped lifting her up, she toppled forward. For one horrifying second she thought she’d fall straight down to the bed, and she cried out, flinging her arms in front of her face to try to shield herself from the brunt of it. But just as her body started to slip from his grip, he pressed his face into her. His ‘nose’ (well, where he would have one if he had one) pressed against her chest, catching under her chin, and he pressed her back so she fell, soft and protected, into the palm of his hand again.
His fingers curled around her, his index just over her shoulder, forcing her head up so it was sandwiched between his finger and his thumb, gently holding her in place. The middle was on her waist, squeezing her gently, rushing over the side of her breast, her arm caught between them both. Her hands pressed against his face, holding his mouth at bay, but all of the contact and the sudden, desperate realization that he really could do anything he wanted with her tiny body making her breath grow ragged. Her head was caught, forced so her chin was up, which gave his face plenty of access to her chest. He nuzzled her, gently, and she gasped out loud as her whole body felt him at once. Every single inch of her was being touched by him, it felt like, and she was powerless to stop it.
In the excitement of the moment she’d forgotten entirely that Jax had four fingers, not three. His pinky, which had been resting under her ass, now gently nudged her legs apart, and before she could think to close them again, he’d slid his pinky between them. The motion was something she must have done when carrying things a million times, totally innocent, and she didn’t think that he’d meant anything by it. But when she was the thing being carried, it hit differently.
Namely, having a big round object forcefully dragged between her legs, knocking them apart, pressed tight against her so she was secure felt incredible. It was like the first time she’d shove a pillow between her legs and humped it, but even better. A pillow was soft and needed to be forced into some kind of firmness, but Jax’s finger was very firm, yet also soft enough to not make her pussy ache. And it was warm, just like the rest of him.
So she hadn’t stood a chance, honestly, and as soon as the tip of his pinky poked out from between her legs, both of her hands dropped to try to stop it as a rather loud, very high-pitched moan broke from her mouth. Jax paused, froze up, eyes snapping nice and wide. Which was scary, so close up, as if looking into a void that looked back at her. He leaned his head back to look at her better, which made her cheeks grow redder. Both of her hands rested on the tip of his pinky, which was just nestled between her spread, shaking legs. The finger on her waist rubbed gently over her, inching over her, pulling gently on her chest, so her breast rubbed against the cloth of her jumpsuit. It felt good, and being manhandled felt really good, and she was starting to get a little nervous about how this was all going. If he got her all riled up with no pay off, she’d be pissed at him.
Then again, if he did anything to her at this size, she wasn't sure how she’d handle that, either.
“Jax,” She said, forcing her voice to sound somewhat normal. Although she hadn’t quite nailed it as it still came out trembling as she added, “You can put me down now.”
Jax didn’t respond. Instead the finger between her legs gently, purposefully, rubbed against her. Pomni’s hands gripped him tighter and she let out a little gasp, followed by a low moan. Both of his ears perked up and he smiled at her, his eyes softening a little.
”Oh, I get it. No wonder you were so skittish. When you heard me say ‘play’, you thought I meant this,” He rubbed his pink against her again, curling and uncurling it so the motion was constant.
Pomni was completely overwhelmed by it. Her legs clamped down around his finger instinctively, both hands clinging to him as she attempted to curl up, trying to chase the feeling as she moaned. But his other fingers held her still, didn’t let her move, and being forced to stay as she was only heightened the feeling. It was, honestly, nearly unbearable. Constant waves of pleasure radiated up from between her legs, making every nerve in her body light up, sending little shivers through her chest and bubbling in her throat until she let it out in the form of a moan. The sound of his tail wagging was unmistakable now: a loud, constant, quick thwip, thwip, thwip filled the air.
Her moans turned to short, sharp gasps and she rolled her hips in an attempt to get away from the constant rubbing. But he wasn’t getting the hint to stop, or maybe he just didn’t care how overwhelming it was. And clearly she didn’t, really, either, because as much noise as she was making, none of it was asking him to stop. She pressed at his finger, trying to push it away, and her little sharp gasps turned into desperate little cries as her orgasm approached rapidly.
It hit her like a truck, nearly taking her entirely out. She cried out and her legs wrapped tightly around his finger, holding him still, gripping it between her thighs so he was held tight, right up against her. He moved it still, just a little, as her body shuddered in his hand, shaking and twitching as she came down from her orgasm with tired moans that came out of her one after another like soft sighs. She was wet between her legs, and she knew he knew it, because she was pretty sure she’d soaked the fabric of her suit clean through.
“Wow, Pomni, you really do like it,” He teased, gently, nudging her foot with his face. She pressed it against him, pushing him away. Which he allowed, but only so he could press his face against her torso.
Her body was still twitchy and tingling from her orgasm, and the sudden large, hot presence of Jax’s breath on her made her gasp. He rubbed his face against her, and her body lit up like a light board, overwhelming her entirely with a shock of pleasure that shorted her brain out so the only thing she could do was let out her breath with a short: ah.
Jax was tender, gently working his lips over her body. At first she thought he was emulating a horse mouthing at a sugar cube, which she found kind of offensive, even if it did feel good. His lips rubbed over her chest: rolling, moist, warm soft, and feeling like both heaven and hell wrapped up in one. Heaven, because it felt incredible, and Hell because good god she couldn’t believe she was into being tiny and being manhandled and being touched with no hope of stopping it. At least from Jax, who seemed to be her one exception to a lot of things.
But then she realized after a moment that he was kissing her. Soft, sweet little kisses on her chest, that due to their size difference felt a little different than usual.
“Jax,” Pomni said, her hands pressing at his face, body trembling still.
His pinky finger began to move again, gently rubbing up against her, and she let out a sharp moan, one hand dropping down between them to push at his pinky as her body jerked, hard, trying to escape the pleasure before it pressed down against him, seeking it out. She dragged her crotch over the tip of his finger, rasping out a groan as her body decided for her that she could absolutely handle a little more.
“Greedy,” He mumbled, teasingly, “You want to come twice, Pompom?”
”Hold on—“ She gasped, and the finger by her breast gently pulled her clothing taut over her so he could grasp one of her pompom’s on the front of her suit between his big teeth.
They barely touched her, but the threat made her heart beat pick up so fast she was nearly dizzy, and the added adrenaline made everything heightened for just a moment. She whimpered and ground down against his pinky involuntarily, her body acting purely on impulse as it chased something that she wanted against her better judgment. He chuckled, and it was low, deep, and reverberated through her body. Her eyes rolled back and she gasped out, short, hot broken little moans as she rubbed against him. Mercifully, he reciprocated, rubbing his finger against her, gentle and steady between her legs. His lips brushed over her chest again as the fingers against her head rubbed her affectionately, and before her brain could register much beyond that, a second orgasm slammed into her like a tidal wave, knocking all thought from her head.
She cried out, grinding desperately down, and he was happy to help her, her entire pussy smaller than the tip of his pinky, so he was touching and rubbing every inch of her as her legs shook and she orgasmed against him. He stopped moving when her cries got raw, and when both of her hands pressed at his pinky as she tried to climb off of it to escape the ceaseless caress. But he didn’t remove it, and even the pressure was making everything between her legs throb with the beat of her heart, everything too sensitive, so her body was still sending electric shocks through her as his mouth worked over her chest again. It felt incredible, and her body kept twitching, half-heartedly humping against him as she pulsed and throbbed in her suit, totally soaked, probably soaking his glove, too, if she was being honest.
”Jax,” She whimpered, both hands pressing at his face, “Please, wait, I need a minute.”
”Just a minute, huh?” Jax said, and tsked at her, “You slut.”
Pomni scowled and he rubbed her cheek a little too hard. She turned her face and bit him, teeth sharp. He yelped and nearly dropped her, which startled her into letting out a scream and she clung to his finger. Okay, so that hadn’t been smart on her behalf. He pulled his face away, looking a little annoyed, and his other hand came back up, bopping her gently on her mouth.
”No biting.”
Pomni looked surprised, and then said, “I’m not a pet to scold.”
”Coulda fooled me. You’re basically the size of a hamster.”
”Well be nice to me and I won’t have to bite you.”
”That sounds like something a hamster would say,” Jax grinned.
She rolled her eyes, but then she was being moved again. His other hand covered her front and next thing she knew she was being gently tilted into it, so she was lying on her stomach. His pinky was across her hips, and her feet hung free, dangling below her. His thumb held her back and one of his fingers held up her head while the other held her shoulder so she wouldn’t fall. If she opened her eyes, she could see how dizzyingly high up she was, and her stomach churned. So she closed them and chose to trust Jax, even if that was more because she didn’t really have a choice and less because she thought trusting him was a really good idea.
Because while she didn’t think he’d hurt her (she hoped), he did seem to be the type to scare cats and find it funny, and she felt like maybe pretending to drop her would fit in that line of thinking.
But to her surprise, the only thing he did was gently rub his finger over her back. At first she had no idea what the hell he was doing, but then she felt him try to tug at the zipper at the top of her suit. His fingers fumbled, but they were still infinitely gentle against her, and she wondered how fragile he thought she was. After a moment he sighed and she laughed.
”Struggling back there?”
”Not for long,” He said, and then she was lifted up to his mouth.
His breath was hot on her back, blowing her hat around, and for a delirious second she thought he might use his tongue where his pinky had been. But running his tongue over her suit wouldn’t net much payoff for either of them, she guessed. He tilted her, gently pushed her head down, and then lifted the tails of her hat. His mouth pressed a soft, cute kiss to her head, and then her back. And then her ass. Her body reacted before she’d even finished gasping, lifting herself up to give him access to the suddenly-interested bit between her legs. Jax chuckled again, and she moaned out loud as the sound brushed through her.
“What’s doing it for you, tiny Pomni? The size? The helplessness? Help a guy out here. What can we do for you when you’re back to normal?”
“I don’t know,” Pomni said, and cried out when his tongue pressed between her legs.
It was huge, beyond reason, beyond thinking, and even through her clothes she could feel how hot, wet, and flexible it was. It covered all of her, and his teeth rested against her ass, a silent threat, as the very tip of his tongue flicked against her entire pussy. Her hands grabbed onto his hand and she shoved back against him, so the fingers securing her had to flex to keep her safely in his grip.
“S###,” Pomni gasped, and whimpered a little. She tried to close her legs, thinking a third orgasm in like five minutes might kill her, but Jax’s other hand came up and two fingers slid between her ankles, spreading her legs again.
She tried to free them but his fingers slid up to her knees and she couldn’t. Which was hot, kill her. The whole thing was hot. She’d never been so helpless in her life, and Jax clearly loved being in control, because he was happy to move her around and manhandle her and not let her get away. She wondered, again, if he felt the urge to bite her at all.
”Jax, stop,” Pomni gasped, and pressed her face into his finger, breath hot, nearly drooling, “Stop, hold on, let me catch my breath.”
His tongue left her alone at once, and the fingers holding her legs spread open let her go. Her legs were trembling again, and she crossed her ankles, breathing in hard, gasping breaths as her body cooled back down. Everything had been too much for a moment there, all white hot, sticky, tingling, and she had felt like she couldn’t breathe. She never went more than once in a session. And he only went twice because the first time he came always happened so quickly. This was…a lot.
”Sorry,” He said, softly, and she looked over her shoulder at him.
Annoyingly, her pussy was throbbing. And she was so, so wet. She didn’t think she’d ever been this wet in her whole life, and all of it because she was the size of a little toy and completely at the worst guy she’d ever met’s mercy. Although, granted, it was kind of hard to tell now that her entire thighs and her shorts were soaked with his saliva.
Jax brushed his face gently, tenderly, against her hat, gently pushing her face back down, giving him full access to her shoulders again. He kissed there there, and then his teeth grazed the back of her neck. Her heart pounded hard, and she tensed up, but then they caught on her zipper and he gently pinched it between his teeth and tugged down. Her suit opened up, peeling open as if it had been tightly adhered to her body and now that it was relaxed it could let her go. Which it had been, though she didn’t really think that was true in the same way it would be true out in the real world.
His upper lip caught on her skin as he dragged her zipper down, brushing over her entire back in one go. It felt weird, like being ran through one of those car wash rollers or something, but also good. She squirmed against his fingers and screw her eyes shut, breathing hard again. And then his mouth was gone and he was gently tugging on her shorts with his fingers.
”Careful,” She said needlessly.
He was being very, very careful. He had tugged her shorts down until her shoulders were bare, and then he flipped her over, gently, so she was sitting in his palm looking up at him again. Pomni dragged her knees together, desperately trying to contain herself a little better. He was right, she was really really into this. And seeing him looming up over her while she was being undressed by him like she was a doll was doing things to her.
As if he could read her mind he grinned down at her and she actually made a noise in her throat at how cocky he was about this whole thing. Unfortunately, she couldn’t begrudge him this time. He’d earned this. Twice. And hopefully at least once more.
“Don’t worry, I’ll undress you,” He teased, “You seem to like it.”
When she chose not to say anything in response, he laughed and his fingers came up to gently tug on her hat. When she swatted at his hand his fingers turned to her suit. He eased it down over her chest so it was wrapped around her ribs, the sleeves capturing her arms and pinning them at her sides. And to her surprise, he left her like that.
”Uhh, Jax?”
”Relaaax,” Jax said, rolling his eyes. He pulled her up to his face again, grinning. “I just want to play with your pom poms, Pompom.”
”Okay,” Pomni started, and the next sentence was going to be something about no longer being allowed to call her ‘Pompom’, but then he kissed one of her breasts and his whole mouth swallowed her chest up.
She yanked her legs up, knees uselessly hitting under his chin, and she struggled, trying to get her arms free, but only because the sensation of his mouth on her bare chest was weird. His tongue poked from between his lips and he pointed it a little, flicking at her breast, but the reality on her end was feeling like she’d bumped up against a wet, warm, fuzzy bath towel with her bare chest.
It wasn’t a bad feeling at all, in fact, after one flick her body decided it was quite nice. She tossed her head back and pressed forward, into his mouth, and he made a clicking sound with his tongue as his teeth tenderly rested against her breast. Her only rational thought broke out of her mouth with a sharp:
”No biting!”
”Aw,” He said, not moving his teeth so it came out funny, “But you like when I bite you.”
”No, Jax, seriously! You’ll tear them off!”
”I’d never,” Jax said, seriously, and started mouthing at her again.
She shifted in his hand, letting out little harsh breaths as he did so. And then his face pulled away again and he was gently rubbing his finger over her erect nipples, grinning lazily at her as she squirmed and moaned, face flushed, arms useless at her sides as her hands flexed. His hand wrapped around her, thumb now giving her chest attention instead, and lifted her up so her feet dangled again. She didn’t like not being able to grab his hand for stability, but her brain was torn between two things, and the thumb rubbing at her breasts won out. His other hand gently pulled her clothes off, dropping them to her bed. And then she was naked, well, as naked as she usually ended up. Shoes, gloves, hat. Great.
Jax cupped under her ass so she would feel safe as the hand around her body let go so he could flip her back on her stomach.
“Ready?” He asked, standing up.
The floor was so far away she nearly threw up. And seeing it suddenly drop away from her as he stood up had been terrifying and made her head spin. She groaned, clinging to the finger under her chest, keeping her from plummeting to a painful…well, not death. She couldn’t die. Just suffer.
”I’m not going to drop you,” He said, “Stop looking like that.”
”Like what? Like my very life rests in the hands of ‘the funny one’?”
Jax flinched, and looked away, annoyed, and she softened. She hadn’t meant to bring up anything that might upset him, it had just sort of slipped out. And her tone had been kind of rough. Unfortunately, he’d been kind of sensitive lately. Or maybe he’d always been sensitive and the only change was his ability to pretend that he wasn’t was now gone.
“..Jax?”
”Yeah, I get it. I’m not gonna drop you, okay? It wouldn’t be very funny, anyway,” He said, and then shook himself a little. “Now come here. You ready?”
Pomni didn’t think she was. Her whole body was lightly trembling still and she knew a third orgasm would make her lose it, but even as she wondered if she could handle it, her body was nodding for her and lifting her ass up so he could have access to her. He bit his lower lip, amused, and then laughed.
”Very ready, I guess.”
Pomni nodded again, not shy about it anymore. Cat was out of the bag, even if she hadn’t realized there was a cat and a bag even involved at the start of this whole thing.
“Trust me?” He asked, and she barely hesitated before she nodded. He grinned at her, “Good. Cheers.”
”Cheers?” She echoed, alarmed.
He tilted his head back and opened his mouth with an annoying ‘ahh’ and before she knew what was going on, she was being dropped onto his tongue. She yelped, struggling immediately, crawling over the wet, moving mass under her towards the safety of not in his fucking mouth. Just as she reached open air, however, his teeth gently closed down around her waist, capturing her, so only her upper torso poked out, and the rest of her was still inside, resting on his tongue on her knees. He wasn’t biting her, exactly, there was no effort on his end to hurt her or mark her or snap her in half. The teeth were there to keep her where she was, she assumed, and they were doing a fucking marvelous job at that. She squirmed, pushed, and kicked, trying to get free, letting out a slew of curse words directed at him. What a joke, what an ass, she was going to kill him when she got big again. The one thing she’d been worried about and—
His tongue, which had been under her knees a second ago, now rolled out from under her, so she was forced to lift her legs up or they’d dangle uncomfortably. But that only lasted for a second before it rolled between her legs. Her struggling and cursing stopped abruptly as she let out one short, harsh cry. His tongue had felt strange and incredible through her suit, so she didn’t know what she’d expected now that she was bare. But what she was feeling now was so unreal her brain shut off from the stimulus for a moment. Just totally blue screened her.
And then he pressed between her legs and gave her a swipe of his tongue and she let out another cry, and everything was back, sharply in focus. It felt better than anything she’d ever felt, and she had to imagine part of it was the impossibility of the situation, and the helplessness, and how fucking scary it was to be in someone’s mouth. If he gave her a penchant for horror after this, she was going to be extremely angry with him. But everything mixed together inside of her, and coupled with the sensation of his tongue (giant, overwhelming, warm, flexible, a delightful firmness under a soft, cushiony pillow) it was making her see nothing but stars.
”Oh, f###, Jax—“
His finger pressed to her mouth, gently, and the message was clear: no cursing. Annoyed, she grabbed his finger with both hands, and was going to give him a talking to, but then his tongue repeated the motion against her cunt and she shoved his finger against his mouth to stifle the sound she made.
That, it seemed, was an invitation to him. The hand of the finger she was holding touched her, gently, feeling out where her body was. And then his mouth got more comfortable holding her in place, and his lips relaxed, so they were around her waist too. The middle finger of his hand brushed over her breasts and she jerked, trying to get away, her mind telling her it was too much even as her body gave in. He rubbed against her, middle finger on her chest, pinky against his own lip to steady his hand, and his thumb gently rested against her head, and all the while his tongue lapped at her.
All of her. Her legs were rendered useless as his tongue shoved them apart, and no matter how much she tried to close them, trembling and useless as they were, his tongue wouldn’t allow her to. Which was just making the whole thing, unfortunately, even hotter. His tongue was so large there was absolutely nowhere he wasn’t touching, so everything on her lower half was now coated in a warm, slimy layer of his saliva. She was letting out a nonstop slew of sharp, desperate moans, and her struggling between his teeth picked up as she ramped up to a third orgasm, but he was absolutely not stopping without her asking him to, and she wasn’t going to do that, even as her body jerked and struggled.
And then she was coming, again, this time with a scream that he did cover her mouth for, chuckling a little, which only reverberated through her body and made her seize up harder, all of her becoming a tense little ball as her eyes rolled back in her head and she jerked, hard, against his tongue. He gave her one or two more licks, making her twitch and cry out, and then she was spat out into his hand: wet, exhausted, and completely out of her fucking mind.
Nothing felt real, none of her muscles would work, and when he tentatively asked if she was okay, the only sound that she managed to get out was an exhausted:
”Hue-gin-yn-a?”
Which was not a word. Jax had sat on the edge of her bed, apparently, at some point, and now he cradled her in his hands, not touching her spent, tired, soaked, tingling body. Which was such a relief, because if the roles were reversed, well…It didn’t matter. The roles certainly would never be reversed, so she didn’t have to think about how he’d fare in her hands.
“Hey,” Jax said, after a few more minutes, “Talk to me. You’re freaking me out. Did I kill you?”
”Can’t die here,” Pomni said, miserably. “Stuck forever, remember?”
Jax relaxed, and the worried expression on his face slipped into a smile, “There you are.”
She tried to sit up but her arms gave out, so she settled for rolling over so their gazes could meet better. “Wow.”
“I know,” He preened, looking pleased and confident, “I’m such a kind and considerate lover.”
”I’m sure the fact that your tongue’s the size of my body did nothing to help your prowess.”
”Please, as if anyone would think to tip you into their mouth like that? I knew what you wanted.”
”I didn’t want that!” Pomni protested, flushing a little.
”Sure you did. Every time you got near my beautiful smile your heart would beat so hard I could feel your pulse.”
”You’re kidding.”
”Why would I joke about that?” He winked, “Your secret’s safe with me. I won’t tell anyone what a slutty freak you are in bed.”
Pomni rolled her eyes, and then she looked at him curiously, “What about you?”
”What about me?” His ears drooped a bit and he looked annoyed, “I’m not going to fit in you at this size.”
“Of course not,” Pomni said, and he relaxed again. “I’m not stupid. But we should do something for you, too, right? It would be selfish not to.”
”I’m happy if you’re happy.”
”Aw.”
Jax looked surprised and then shocked and then annoyed, “Don’t read into that.”
”Hmm,” She hummed, smiling.
”No, really.”
”Sure. You should, um, finish yourself off. While I watch you. Maybe put me on…um, on your shoulder?”
”How about this,” Jax said, and moved her to the palm of one hand. He stood up, but she didn’t mind. In his palm, she couldn’t see the height.
And anyway, her eyes were on him.
He undid the buttons on his overalls and let them drop down to his knees before he sat on the edge of her bed again. He was wearing tight little boxer briefs, as he usually did, and he was stiff in them, the tip of his cock had soaked his boxers in precum, and she leaned over the palm of his hand, holding onto his thumb. His fingers formed a sort of ‘claw’ around her, securing her in place.
“Don’t get too eager or I might just have to drop you to prove a point,” He teased, and gently shook his hand. It wasn’t hard, but she still toppled over and bumped into his fingers, and her heart rate still shot through the roof.
”Jax!”
”You’re so high strung, Pomni. Don’t you know it doesn’t matter?”
Pomni didn’t want to feed into that thought right now. That was what had led to their first hook-up, shortly after they’d walked their miserable selves back to their bedrooms for the night, all shell-shocked. But it wouldn’t help either of them now, in her opinion. Thinking fast, she sat up on her knees and fixed him with as serious a look as her tiny body could produce.
”Come on, Jax. Pull it out for me.”
Jax’s ears perked up and his gaze went back to normal, instead of the angry, bitter look he’d had a moment ago. “So bossy for such a little lady.”
She made a face and he laughed, too loud, so she had to cover her ears, and he looked apologetic.
”Alright, if you’re so thirsty, I guess I can quench your thirst.”
Pomni rolled her eyes, smile tugging at her lips anyway, as he tugged the band of his boxers down, letting his cock spring free. It was slick and shiny from his precum, which had entirely coated the head and was nearly halfway down his shaft by now. It seemed she wasn’t the only one that liked her tiny body being manhandled. His other hand wrapped around the shaft and lazily stroked up, squeezing the head as he did so. His hand, now moist and glistening in the light from her chandelier, lifted up to her perch and offered her one of his wet fingers.
”Here you go,” He said, and she stared, blinking. “You were so eager, I assumed you wanted a taste.”
Pomni stared for a moment longer and then said, “Well, why would I want that when you can get me down to the source?”
Jax’s eyes widened and the smarmy look on his face slipped off and then he picked her up with his wet hand, trying not to squeeze her. He let her feet dangle, barely holding onto her naked body as he lifted her off his palm and lowered her down to his dick. The whole time she prayed he wouldn’t drop her, but it seemed he’d completely forgotten about teasing her at the moment. His hand closed around her, enclosing her body, and she squirmed, adjusting, until her arms were entirely free to move around as she poked out of the top of his closed fist.
Seemingly unsure, which was fair because she was pretty sure neither of them knew what they were doing here, he lifted her up to his dick. She leaned over, stretching, rubbing her hands on the tip, both hands barely even covering it. She looked up at him, sly, and grinned.
”What?” He asked, clearly on edge.
”You’re huge, Jax.”
He looked surprised and then he barked out a laugh, rolling his eyes good naturedly, “I know.”
”You’re bigger than both of my hands,” She said, laying it on thick, rubbing the tip of his cock with big, flat strokes of her palms. His breath hitched and he looked back down at her, eyes wide.
They spent some time like that, her rubbing the head of his cock as he shuddered and let out low, soft moans. But after a few minutes she started to think about the next steps, as nice as watching him watch her was.
There was no way he’d come from this. It just wasn’t enough friction. She could ask him to touch himself while she kissed the head of his cock and rubbed it, sure, but the chances of getting coated in cum was pretty high, and she thought that sounded pretty…uh, well, not for her. She didn’t really have access to any showers, and while eventually her body would ‘reset’, the idea of sitting in a puddle of cum while she waited sounded unappealing.
”I have an idea, since you’re pretty useless at this size,” Jax said, and she took her hands back, resting her chin in her palm.
”I’m listening.”
Jax adjusted them again, kicking his overalls off to kick his legs up on her bed. He brought her up, lifted her high so he could lay down on her bed. She gripped his hand, a little unsettled even though he’d behaved so far. He adjusted her pillows so he could lean against them, reclining against her dark headboard. And then he lowered her and sat her on his shoulder, so the side of her head brushed against his cheek, and she had a clear view of the show.
He shimmied his boxers down a little more, so now they were down around his mid-thigh. She suspected he preferred to be nude, but she also knew her position on his shoulder was precarious, so she pretended he didn’t strip so he wouldn’t jostle her. She shifted a little, making sure she was planted as securely as possible, and he rubbed his cheek against her a little before he started to touch himself.
For a moment she wondered if he’d forgotten she was there, because the way he wrapped a hand around his cock and just kind of went for it alarmed her, but when she chanced a glance to see his expression, his gaze was on her. He’d even moved his head a little so he could see her better. The hand on his dick had set a steady pace, gliding over him with practiced ease, barely making a sound. A soft, consistent wet gliding sound, sure, but not anything louder than that.
Honestly, if anyone outside of the room could hear it she’d be shocked. And not only was it quiet, it was clearly fast. Or maybe he was just ready after getting her off so much. Or maybe he hadn’t come today yet. But within a few minutes his breathing had gotten very labored, and every exhale became a soft, breathy little moan. His eyes were shut now, too, as he lost himself in the sensation of his hand. She wanted to help, too, and found it infinitely unfair that he’d gotten to get her off and she had to sit back and watch him enjoy himself without her.
Part of the fun of sex with Jax was seeing his face when he came from her effort.
But before she could think of a way to involve herself more, he grunted and his stomach clenched and then he was spilling out over his hand. After a few more pumps of his fist, he sighed, relaxing into her pillows, letting his messy hand lay limp on his soiled boxers.
Pomni brought a hand up to his cheek and gave him a rub, like one might do to a horse. He opened one eye and peered at her. And then she kissed his cheek, too, soft and sweet.
“That was fun,” Jax said, and rolled his head so it laid heavy on her.
Pomni tried to move away but his head leaned further, forcing her to lay down on his shoulder, and then he rubbed his cheek into her, gently grinding her against him with a big stupid grin on his face. He was being annoying on purpose, and he’d won. She was annoyed.
”Jax.”
”Oh, sorry, Pompom. Were you still here? It’s so hard to tell! You’re somehow even smaller than usual, you know. Easy to lose. Easy to accidentally snack on.”
She opened her mouth to argue with him, but then he twisted his head and caught the end of one of her hat’s tails in his teeth, giving it a little chew. She tugged it free and shoved his face off with both hands, glaring when he tilted his chin away.
”Oops.”
”Uh huh. Can we go get Caine now?”
”So eager to get back to your normal body! And here I thought you’d adjusted to your new fun size.” He sighed, dramatically, “But alright, I guess I can help you.”
”Thank you. My clothes should be—“ She began, but he interrupted her by picking her up and rolling over, taking her with him. She yelled out, clinging to his fingers as he, essentially, took her down the drop of a giant rollercoaster.
He pulled her, clasped safely between both of his hands, her head poking out of his fingers, up towards his face on the pillow, so he was barely an inch away from her. She was being cradled like she was a tiny plushie he was attempting to cuddle, and she squirmed in his warm fingers, desperate to be back in her normal body so she could process…well, everything. But no, of course not. Jax had to be a dick.
”But first!” He said, feigning a yawn, “A nap. Night, tiny Pompom.”
”We don’t get tired,” Pomni said, pressing her feet against his hands. He opened them up for her, and she slipped a little, scrambling for purchase.
She hadn’t realized they were at such a sharp angle.
”You don’t want to cuddle? Aw. I thought you liked me,” Jax teased.
Pomni paused and cast him a curious look. They’d shared a bed for most of their nights since the whole ‘escape adventure’. If not a bed, then definitely a room. Sometimes they slept. Sometimes one of them did, and the other didn’t. And sometimes they both laid beside one another and didn’t touch and didn’t talk but were just…there. Existing. Together.
And they probably wouldn’t last forever. She couldn’t save him if he didn’t want to be saved, she knew that. And she knew he was on the edge, and that her presence was keeping him here. For now, anyway. Because she also knew that if he chose to go, she couldn’t stop him. But now here he was, asking to cuddle. And sure, he was pretending he was joking. And their size difference meant it wouldn’t be like it would be later, when she was back to normal.
But hey, he was reaching out to her. It was something.
“You know what,” She said, and one of his closed eyes peeked at her, smile still on his face from his teasing. She laid back down in his palm, curling up, resting her head on her arms, “I am pretty tired.”
Both of his eyes opened, his smile slipped, and then he closed them again, and rested his face against his hand, so when she slid over, her knees would touch his nose. He didn’t move away.