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Pomni had been trapped in the circus for about three days now. And those four days were…certainly a concept.
She’d discovered her new body, the new people, the new settings each day. Each thing was just as hard to comprehend as the last. She wasn’t used to anything just yet…she didn’t even know what she WAS used to. Something calmer, more muted, probably. Because after that last ‘adventure’, as Caine calls them, she needed some downtime. Unsurprisingly, spending time alone in her quiet room, was the best way to get her nerves in check.
She was hidden in her canopy bed, underneath the red-and-blue-striped covers. She had been hugging her knees, the bells on her Jester hat gently jingling whenever she shifted slightly. They’d been annoying initially, but she eventually tuned them out.
Pomni tried to settle in even with her uncomfortable costume stuck to her body, constantly moving around and changing her position. She groaned when she couldn’t figure out a good position. Desperate for some comfort. Pomni knew it was because of her damn unchangeable clothes, so her solution was to try to rip them off.
It was a rash decision, obviously…but she was getting extremely annoyed that she couldn’t relax in a moment meant for relaxing. Pomni pawed at her costume, trying to tug and pull it off her body, which...she wasn't successful with. She decided to see if she could at least get her hat off. She reached up to grab her hat, only to be met with a sudden feeling of pleasure.
Startled, she immediately flinched back and sat up in surprise.
“W…huh..?” she muttered, her wide gaze shifting to look at her hand.
Her cheeks flushed bright colors, one blue, and the other red. She held her breath for a few seconds, trying to decide if she really just felt… good from touching her hat.
Cautiously, her gloved hand drifted back up, gently brushing against the dip between the ‘tails’ of her jester hat. She flinched, her hand withdrawing just a bit. But then, her middle and ring fingers slid back into that crevice. A soft sigh escaped her lips, her body settling against her bed frame.
“Was this always something that could happen..?” Pomni asked herself, trying to recall any time somebody would touch her hat; if she felt certain tingles move through her scalp like right now.
She gradually eased herself into the new sensations, shifting around in bed to get comfortable. The jester attire still sucked to lay in bed with, but she was starting to pay less attention to that and more attention to the pleasure of rubbing her…hat.
Pomni didn’t want to question it for very long. This was her downtime, after all. Spending time questioning the weird stuff was for when she was with everyone else. Of course, this was something she aimed to keep an inside thought.
A few minutes passed, and she found herself growing increasingly needy. Her fingers sped up, her first hand staying in that dip while her other hand traveled up to grab at one of the liliripes. The bell jingles before going silent once the fabric of her glove enveloped it. Her hand tugged on it lightly, and the pressure set on the bell made her bite her lip.
The goofy censorship noise triggered as she cussed, “Ah, ████…”
She felt so vulnerable in that moment. She knew nobody was likely to disturb her, everyone was busy with their own debriefs…well, except Jax and maybe Caine. Though Caine would most likely only come if everyone else was with–
“Aah-!” a sudden squeak escaped from Pomni when she’d subconsciously squeezed her hat tight. Her eyes, at one point, were half-lidded but were now wide. Wider than usual.
She pulled away, sitting there for a moment. Pomni’s eyes flicked to the full-body mirror that had been positioned in front of her bed. There, she saw herself. Her new digital self. She noticed her flushed features and the way her hat seemed to look all scrunched from her attention to it. Her eyes seemed more dilated than normal, like a dog’s eyes when it looks at its favorite person.
Keeping her vision trained on the mirror, she watched herself as her hands glided right back up to her hat. She observed herself, examining the way her legs would press together whenever her fingers brushed against the striped fabric. Her shoulders relaxed, her fixed gaze making her more careful to not get too carried away. Her hat was very sensitive, apparently.
Her lids fell over her eyes, though they remained open enough that she could still see herself in the mirror. Her mouth opened to release gentle breaths of pleasure while the tip of her tongue peeked out.
Her fingers fell into a smooth rhythm, rubbing circles over the base points of her draping liliripes. The bells jingled once more from the fabric’s movement but fell into the category of background noise for Pomni.
“Haah…mmn..geez,” she whispered breathily. Her tongue poked further out from between her lips as a small drop of saliva coming from the corner of her mouth came along with it.
Another thing that was coming…would be Pomni in just a moment.
She could sense it, deep down. She wasn’t even sure if she had a pussy, but the sensations streaming from her head down to her core gave her suspiciously familiar feelings. Feelings of things that happened before coming to the circus.
Pomni’s fingertips dug slightly into the hat, eliciting a whimper from her lips. The gloves on her hands prevented her suggested nails from really scratching, but it was clear she was trying to do that. The jester was getting desperate for release, evident by her movements getting out of rhythm and her breathing increasing in pace, becoming uneven.
“Come on, come on, come on…” Pomni urged herself, shutting her eyes tightly
The sensations increased, her back slowly arching off the bed frame. Her bells jingled more and more, and her moans could be heard one after another.
Just a few seconds later, she let out a loud, guttural groan, “Aaauuh!”
Pomni tensed up, feeling a heat form on her crotch. She kept her fingers in place, teeth clenched tightly before she eased up a little bit after. She panted softly, lowering her shaky hands onto her bed sheets. She stared at herself in the mirror once more, taking in the tired, sweating look she had.
But then, her form changed for a moment—her body gruesomely twitched and flicked around, her startled squeaks coming out as glitched audio, like when Ragatha had been attacked by Kaufmo. She glitched up until she was laying her stomach on her bed, feeling something was…off when it stopped.
Her clothes felt…loose. And she noticed there was a gap between her forearm and the cuff of her glove. Still lying down, she slowly brought her hands in front of her face. The one with the red glove moved over to the blue one, experimentally tugging on the fingertips of the fabric.
Her pinwheel eyes widened as the glove lifted, prompting fore tugging until the glove slid off her hand to reveal the white skin and red-and-blue painted nails.
She stared for a moment, almost not processing what just happened. Then, she whispered, “Holy ████…”