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Summary: Zooble gets a new part, and Gangle walks in at the wrong time.
Warning(s): Smut, Bondage, Sex Toys, Threesome, Semi-Public Sex, Vibrators
W/C: 4.2k
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A piece of confetti drifts down, spinning through the air before landing on the circus’ checkered flooring with a soft flutter.
The little waiting area you had all put together on an adventure-free afternoon before Kaufmo had abstracted now resembles a crime scene from some kind of slapstick cartoon. Cushions and playing cards are scattered across the floor, one chair lies belly-up like a dead beetle- another is missing a leg entirely.
Zooble’s detached arm is buried halfway into one of the circus’ walls- really high up and twitching every few seconds as though trying to claw its way out of the digital surface.
Zooble sits hunched on the couch, one-armed, their expression locked in that signature half-defiant, half-bored stare. There’s a slight tilt to their head, the unmistakable air of someone who’s already decided ‘I’m not going to apologise, and no one can make me’.
Across from them, Jax presses a half-melted sandwich bag of ice to the lump on his purple cheek like it’ll do anything. He exhales in long sighs every few minutes, and it echoes around the circus until it’s clear he’s less injured and more auditioning for sympathy he’s not going to get.
Kinger had claimed what’s left of the coffee table - a few sad splinters and one surviving leg - he sits in front of it, looking all sad and cradling the broken piece like a fallen comrade.
“It was a nice table.” He whispers, brushing his gloved thumb over the digital wood as though tenderness might revive it.
Gangle is nowhere to be seen, having bolted after the fight started. Ragatha had followed soon after, shoulders tense, mumbling something about ‘fixing Jax’s… condition’, but the way she said it made it sound like she meant both his ‘problem’ and his personality.
Now, only the stragglers remain- Zooble, Jax, Kinger, Pomni, and you.
Pomni sits close. Her pinwheel eyes jump from Jax to Zooble to you before she leans close, voice coming out thin and secret, “You haven’t felt, like… um, weird since Caine’s little update thing, have you?”
“No…”
You feel bad about lying to her. She notices your reaction, and a little smile dawns on her, reaching her eyes. You feel her slide up closer to you.
Pomni chews the inside of her cheek, gloved fingers twitching restlessly against her jaw, “Well, I have… kinda. I can’t explain it, though. It’s just weird.” She inches even closer until her knees knock against yours. “You’d tell me if something was wrong though, right? If Caine messed with you? If you were… feeling different?”
You tilt your head, “Different?”
“It’s just- you’re just… you. It’s like this place doesn’t even touch you- nothing gets in.” She blurts, the words tumbling out before she can stop them. Then she flinches back, shoulders curling inward as if she could hide from her own voice.
You only nod your head, and Pomni’s smile falters.
“You promise…?” She continues, “If… If you’re not feeling okay- promise you’ll tell me?” Her fingers tap nervously against her knee.
You blink down at her, caught off guard by the raw sincerity in her tone- the idea hits you before you’re able to talk yourself out of it.
You stick your pinky out.
“…Pinky promise.”
Pomni blinks a few times, then gives a quiet laugh that trembles at the edges. “You’re weird.” She snorts- but her blue glove lifts anyway.
Her pinky curls around yours- tiny and trembling just a little.
She can tell something’s off, though. You see it in the way her pupils shrink and the way her gloved fingers twist into the digital fabric of her little jester outfit.
Her thumb brushes the back of your hand like she’s trying to make sure the promise will stick.
For a second too long, neither of you let go. Pomni’s shoulders relax, the corners of her mouth twitching into something that almost looked like peace.
Until Ragatha’s voice slices right through it.
“Pomni! Can you come help me find Caine? Gosh, where did he run off to?”
Pomni jumps, little blush circles returning to her face like she’s been caught, “Oh! Uh- yeah!” She hesitates, one foot already halfway toward the door, and glances back at you, “Talk later?”
You nod and give her a little thumbs up.
Pomni lingers a moment too long, torn between leaving and saying something else, then finally spins away, nearly tripping over the upturned chair. The moment collapses behind her like a stage curtain dropping.
The second she’s gone, your shoulders sag and a breath leaves you, slow and shaky.
From the couch, Jax lets out an over the top gagging noise, long and dramatic just to ruin the moment.
“Criiinge.” He drawls, dragging the word out until it melts. He sprawls back, looking far too pleased with himself.
Zooble doesn’t even turn their head, “You’re just jealous nobody wants to interrogate you.”
Jax snorts- the sound ugly and sharp, and lets the ice pack slide halfway down his purple face. The circus lights catch his grin- too wide and too yellow.
“Jealous?” He practically spits the word, “Puuuh-lease. I just didn’t realise we’re running a full-time therapy office now.” He swings his long legs off the couch, leaning forward. “What’s next? Group sessions? Maybe matching clipboards? You two gonna start charging by the hour?”
Zooble rolls their eyes with the kind of effortless boredom that only comes from long experience, “Right. Because anyone here’s so desperate to hear your tragic backstory, Jax.”
He shoots up a little straighter, affronted in that performative way he does everything, “For your information, people love me.” He waves the ice pack in your direction, “Ain’t that right Y/N?”
You fight down a laugh, “Suuure…”
“Oh, ha-ha.” He scoffs, tossing himself back into the couch cushions with a dramatic sigh, “Run along then. Run off with Zoobie. Don’t let me interrupt whatever riveting romance subplot’s happening over there.”
Zooble’s sigh is one of pure exhaustion. They push up from the armrest and gesture for you to follow, “C’mon.” They grumble, already halfway done with Jax’s nonsense, “Help me find an arm before Caine replaces it with something.”
Jax groans louder, dragging a pillow over his face, “Oh sure, just abandon me. Let me wither in emotional agony.”
You wince. The whiplash between this conversation and the one you had with Pomni only moments ago strikes you cold.
Zooble’s already disappearing down the corridor, their mismatched silhouette shifting in the dim light when you glance back. Jax watches you from under the pillow, just barely. A yellow eye peeks out and you think maybe something’s in it- but he covers his face again.
Then you turn and follow Zooble into the hallway.
You’ve always thought Zooble’s room looks exactly like their personality- half explosion, half art exhibit. The walls are panels of colour and pattern: green splattered with pink triangles and blue flooring. A massive bed dominates the centre, piled high with blankets that don’t match. Three mirrors line one wall close to their bed. Below them, a heavy parts chest is labelled ZOOBLE’S.
It’s cluttered, chaotic, but arranged like every broken thing has a place, and Zooble is the only one who understands the pattern.
Zooble flops onto their couch with a thud, body settling unevenly.
“I’m down to, like, five spares now.” They tell you head tipping back until it rests against the couch. The triangle of their face catches the light- one eye glinting sharply, the other dim and tired.
You kneel in front of the overflowing chest, its lid held open by a bent piece of scrap. Spare limbs spill out and you run your fingers through the heap.
“You could always ask Caine for more.” You tell them over your shoulder.
Zooble lets out a dry laugh, “Doubt it.”
“I don’t see why he wouldn’t, though.” You huff softly, “He fixes Gangle’s comedy mask all the time.”
“That’s because she cries about it. He just finds it annoying.”
You sift through the chest, and something catches your eye, glinting in the harsh light- a single glossy shoulder piece, but with two forearms jutting out of it, fused at the joint. One’s neon green, the other purple, and both end in hands that almost match.
You hold it up uncertainly, the double hands dangling, “This one?”
Zooble glances over, squinting at the thing, then lets out a dry snort. “Yeah, sure.”
You rummage a little deeper through the pile, and your fingers brush something else- another two arms, similar to the double-armed one already attached to Zooble. This one’s got the same mismatched colours, but looks a little more chipped, and one of the hands seems to be stuck halfway into a wave.
“Found some more.” You say, holding it up like some rare treasure.
Zooble eyes it, “Great. I love a matching set.”
You make a face at that as you kneel between their uneven thighs. The digital surface of the couch dips under the weight of your elbows.
“Hold still…” You murmur, reaching for the mess of parts on the floor beside you.
Zooble’s eye twitches, “You sound like Ragatha.”
“Good! Ragatha knows best.” You shoot back, fingers already finding their old arm. The joint gives after a second of stubborn resistance, popping free.
You set the old arm aside. The replacements gleam faintly under their bedroom lights. It looks wrong, but somehow right for Zooble.
Lining up the other arms carefully, you guide them into their respective sockets. You press the joint firmly until it clicks into place- all arms give a little experimental twitch, fingers curling and uncurling like they’re waking up.
You lean back a little, exhaling, “There! You look cool. Like a weird spider.”
Zooble’s new fingers twitch once, experimentally. Their triangle face reflects light; it’s impossible to read their expression, but something in the tilt of their head, the steadiness of their stare, makes your chest tighten.
“What?” You ask.
They flex their new hands, slowly, “I guess I like it when you look at me like that. All focused.”
You redden, especially when Zooble leans forward, elbows on their thighs. You give them a quizzical look, not entirely catching onto where they were going with this.
“Maybe I should lose limbs more often.”
You want to protest, but you immediately picture Zooble rolling around the circus with no arms or legs. You laugh, and it dawns on you now that you might be part of the problem.
You smile and wave your silliness away, “Don’t do that. Or else-“
Zooble leans in, “You’ll what?”
“I’ll…”
When Zooble puts one of their hands on your hip and runs it up to the little dip of your waist, it causes you to gasp in surprise. They pull their hand away, looking worried.
“Sorry! It’s not you.” You reassure and guide their hand back to your hip, “I just… wasn’t expecting that. But, I liked it.” You give them a cheeky grin to prove your point.
"I... it's not that. I have to tell you something." Zooble mutters. “I saw… you and Caine.”
“What?” You ask in bewilderment, sitting up from your spot between Zoobles knees on the floor.
“Yesterday? Look, it’s not a big deal or anything.” Zooble adds quickly.
“Not a big deal?”
"Listen," Zooble mumbles, "It didn't seem important to bring up earlier. Besides, everyone felt weird after Caine’s ‘thing’. Not exactly part of the minority here."
"But-"
"Y’know what? I'm beat.” Zooble tries nervously, “How about we get some sleep instead of… whatever this is gonna be?" They offer, wishing they’d stopped talking a long time ago.
"Okay- wait no. I know what you're doing," You accuse mildly, "You're changing the subject!”
"No, nah…” They’d probably be sweating a little if it was possible, “Well, I am, but-“
DING! Zooble’s ‘parts box’ lid falls shut and you both jump.
They get up from their spot on the couch and you pad after them, slow and hesitant. The digital mattress dips slightly under your weight as you sit on the edge of their bed, keeping distance and watching their back as they crouch by the lid.
Their fingers curl around it, lifting slowly.
"Whaaat- oh.”
The glow catches your face first- it dawns on you now that it looks nothing like their usual hodgepodge of circus junk, but you can’t tell for sure from over here.
You tilt your head, trying to peek, but they shift to block your view. “Zooble…” You whine.
A low sound escapes them- half groan, half sigh. You stare, breath catching when Zooble crosses the room in a few long, deliberate steps. Their triangle head tilts slightly, eyes flickering as they size you up. All four of their hands shift, twitching against each other like they can’t quite decide where to rest.
“Whatever you do, don’t freak out.”
Their words are punctuated by the drop of a part in your lap.
"Uh," Was your eloquent reply, followed by, “What?"
You look down at the neat little logo of Caine & Abel, front and center which catches your eye first, then it hits you suddenly- the realisation of what the item actually is.
It’s a silicone… strap-on? It’s big and thick and has some kind of wacky vibrator attachment on the side that probably wouldn’t- shouldn’t work in the real world.
You can practically feel the stretch already.
“This is all so your fault, Zooble.” You grumble, trying to replace the sudden, inappropriately timed flush of arousal mixing in your belly because this is the wrong time and place.
“I mean, it could’ve gone a lot worse. I can’t believe Caine actually went through with it, to be honest.”
Well, neither did you. Your cheeks burn hotter, especially when Zooble kneels in front of you. Their taller frame puts them at eye level with your chest. One of their upper hands hovers near yours, while the other three curl gently around their own torso.
One hand comes up to wrap around your jaw, tugging your face down to them. You let out a little gasp.
It's breathtaking- as in, Zooble literally takes your breath away when they lean in, pressing the flat surface of where their lips would be to yours.
Any other time, with anyone else in the circus, it might’ve surprised you- but with Zooble, it just feels inevitable. Up until this point, every sarcastic jab, every eye-roll was them testing the line. But now Zooble’s ‘kissing’ you- quick, awkward, a little too flat.
They give you a moment to recuperate before they sit back again.
“How are we gonna do… this?” You ask, peering down at the toy in your lap, “Where do we go from here?"
"Well… Slowly, for starters." Zooble straightens, gaze fixed on you. They murmur, tone low and steady, “Think we should try it out?”
You glance down again, and peek up at them through your lashes. You swallow, cheeks still warm, and murmur, “Okay.”
Zooble twists one of their hands off and picks up the attachment, turning it over in their fingers for a moment, inspecting the smooth surface before sliding it into place where their hand was. They flex the attachment slightly, testing its fit.
It’s hard to gauge how… experienced someone like Zooble is. You’ve seen them bare their teeth and stand up to things that any other person in the circus would cower away from- especially when it came to standing up to Caine. So, for all you know they’ve had plenty of partners, or none.
Zooble’s other three arms travel over your stomach and dip down to push your knees apart.
Definitely plenty, you think, as your upper body leans back in preparation for them.
"That'ah girl… up we go.” Zooble urges, multiple hands moving to cup under your rear to shift you slightly further up onto the bed, your back now to their room door.
They don’t look away once, not even at the sight of the damp between your thighs.
"Man, I’ve missed this… So wet."
Wet is absolutely right. That had started with one of their hands on your hip, and hadn't stopped since then.
“Can- Can you feel anything?” You ask, genuinely worried about them not being able to feel or get off as much as you imagine you’re about to.
“I think…” Zooble stumbles over their words, suddenly super enameled by the way you run a thumb underneath the shaft. It’s like Bluetooth so surely something this stiff couldn't feel good?
“Mmmn!”
You guess you’re wrong about that- that was a very, very happy sound.
“You can!” You say, giving them a long, light stroke from base to tip. “It’s so thick, though… I can barely fit my hand around you.”
You can't help but press your thighs together instinctively when they send the vibrator roaring.
“Zooble?” You ask with a slight gasp- one of Zooble’s unpreocupied arms snakes up, grasping your wrist to hold it gently but firmly above your head. Their eyes lock on you to gauge your every reaction, somehow contorting the intensity of the vibrator thing to tug cute little whines from you.
“How’s it feel?” Zooble asks.
“It’s- ah!” You let out a noise akin to a hiccup, jerking as the vibrator nudges your sensitive nub.
Besides the arms holding your wrists and spreading your legs, Zooble says, “Huh? Didn’t catch that.”
It’s mean and they know it- especially when their extra pair of arms push your knees back nearly to your shoulders in response, squeezing tightly.
You’re fighting not to completely turn into a whimpering, whining mess as they work the toy against you in small, teasing motions, contorting your clit desperately. The need curls hot and unbearable in your belly. You let out a broken sob and slip your free hand down between your thighs.
One of Zooble’s arms moves fast, snatching your other wrist to pin it with your arm already above your head. You cry out.
"Did I say you could touch yourself?" They ask, holding your wrist higher which causes you to arch back harder onto the vibrator.
“Sorry- ‘M sorry-” You whimper as Zooble slides another hand down past your navel, running their fingers through the slick wetness between your legs. You groan as they nudge their fingers into your cunt.
The fingers pushing against your walls gives relief, just for a moment; to the vibration of the toy still heavy on your throbbing clit.
You whimper, throwing your head back against the digital surface of Zooble’s bed. Another one of Zooble’s arms’ fingers are quick to press from your jaw, finding their way into your mouth.
Closing your eyes, you suck on the digits, letting Zooble work their fingers deep into your cunt. They’re watching, lost in the way your face looks flushed with little tears pricking against your eyelids.
Popping Zooble’s fingers out of your mouth, you sit up a little more, meeting your reflection in the three mirrors on their wall- you can barely hold yourself from watching their numerous arms at work as they hold your legs back, cunt clenching and throbbing against their vibrator attachment as they twist their knuckles up into the gumminess of your walls.
You’re ready for that sweet feeling of fullness, of Zooble’s fingers twisting further and deeper inside of you and rubbing all the right places- so when they slowly retract their fingers, you nearly weep. You must be tired, dazed, and horny– maybe all three. Your legs are starting to hurt from how far they're spread, though.
The vibrator’s rumbling dies out and Zooble twists the attachment to remove it, tossing it to the side where it hits the floor with a THUNK! Your eyes widen a little, realising much too late what they’re intending to do.
Zooble’s tip pushes its way in, heavy-handed and almost completely filling- however wet you were a moment ago was no match for the length that they had shoved in.
Your body seizes, tightening around them as you cum hard- throat raw with the broken cry that rips out of you. That's when Zooble finally moves- just the barest nudge of the toy forward. The sudden push sends it slamming deep.
“Haa- I think I’m gonna-“
You’re both so lost in the moment, that neither of you notice Zooble’s room door open.
“Zooble? This mask isn’t… mine…”
Gangle’s voice cuts sharply through the sudden quiet, high and tense, tremors lining each word. Their small body freezes in the doorway, fingers twisting together nervously.
“I… was just…“
Zooble withdraws from you suddenly, toy still sheathed deep inside. You stare, upside down, from your position on their bed at the tiny, trembling figure of Gangle at the doorway.
Her silence speaks volumes. Not a single person out of the three of you makes a sound.
Your cheeks burn hot as you become suddenly hyper-aware of how much of your digital body is exposed. Your hand wanders down to one of Zoobles wrists, signalling to them that they can pull out. They don’t.
Shoulders tensing, you will yourself not to look down, already knowing your legs are as far apart as your digital body will allow– Zooble looks down at you, before glancing back up at Gangle, triangle head tilting.
Zooble’s multiple hands push your knees back- almost to your shoulders in response, and their arm gives their cock-attachment a slow but powerful thrust. You can only yelp.
Besides the hands preoccupied with spreading your legs, with shoving the toy so deep inside of you, another arm appears to beckon Gangle over.
“You just gonna stand there, or what?” Zoobles speech stutters for just a moment as they shove in some more. The arms that hold your knees tighten, like it’ll do anything in helping you take them.
Gangle gasps at the sight, eyes widening, darting between you and Zooble, then back to the mask which had ended up on the floor.
“I…” Her voice cracks, small, hesitant, almost a whisper. Gangle bends slowly, ribbons trembling as she picks the mask up.
You watch her cradle the mask in her ribboned hands for a second, turning it over like she’s studying a stranger’s face. The last time she’d done this, it hadn’t just been a change of expression- it had been a completely different version of herself.
Her mask dangles from one ribbon, swinging gently as she raises the new one. “You’re staring…” She says, voice still small but edged with amusement.
The mask slides into place. Then her posture shifts, ribbons straightening.
You feel an uneasy thrill crawl up your spine when Gangle rounds the edge of Zooble’s bed, sliding silently to stand just behind you. Her ribbon hands twitch in the air, looping before curling forward.
Panting and still hazed, incredulous laughter nearly comes tumbling out your mouth. You can’t help but wonder if things will be as much of a problem like the last time she tried a new mask.
But the giggle gets shut down when Gangle hefts you up in her ribbons, knowing you didn't have good enough strength to sit up anymore with Zooble still inside you.
Ribbons tug your hips back, coiling around your arms and chest, holding you close with strength that’s almost alarming. One ribbon snakes upward, looping around your jaw, pressing in just enough to caress and squish your face affectionately. The contact is intimate, teasing, but the thrill of it makes you freeze for just a moment.
Especially when you turn your head to question her, but the motion causes silky ribbons between your legs to move and shift. You gasp and wriggle but it only causes more stimulation, a knot you didn't know was there grazes over your clit, eliciting a whimper as you struggle to still yourself.
You blink up at Zooble through a haze due to the silk massaging your clit with each movement. You try rolling your shoulders back to ease the tension, but it only tugs the ribbons and causes the little knot to press more firmly against you. Your heaving breaths only serve to move your bindings and pleasure you more.
The ribbons between your legs are slick with your wetness now. You whimper, trying desperately tried not to move.
"Just one more?” Gangle’s new mask nuzzles your cheek as you choke out a sob, gripping Zooble’s shoulders as you nod, arching when Zooble sinks in. “Easy…” Gangle warns.
"She can take it." Zooble says, snapping the toy upwards into you suddenly.
PLAP, PLAP, PLAP.
It’s all too much, cunt overwhelmed as each of Zooble’s thrusts forces gangle ribbons to nudge against your clit, making you whine and reach behind you to drag Gangle’s mask close.
It surprises you enough that you gasp when a small, squishy tongue invades your mouth. Your little whines and pants flow into Gangle’s mouth as they both share you, dragging you onto another orgasm.
Gangle feels so good only watching as you cum, drinking in your sounds as Zooble bottoms out, eye clenching tight as they spill into you.
You whine, panting against Gangle’s mask.
Pants and grunts follow as you all plop down onto Zooble’s bed. Zooble holds you, pulling out while Gangle lays on the opposite end, admiring your drenched hole as it slowly leaks cum which honestly looks more like watered down glitter glue.
You make a grossed-out face as it dawns on you now, that you never did get a good look at Caine’s cum.
Probably all sparkles… and glittery too, you think.
Summary: Zooble asks Caine for the ability to have @#%!, and they all get @#$%ed.
Takes place instead of the episode ‘They All Get Guns’. Check tags!
Summary: Caine tests out his new ‘update’ on you.
Warning(s): Bubble, Smut, Gags, Bondage, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex
A/N: Decided to pick up writing as a hobby after discontinuing this TADC x Reader Fanfiction a little while ago! Enjoy!
W/C: 3.4k
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Caine’s constant adventures were finally starting to catch up to you. Every new spectacle, every wild detour- it all left you running on fumes. So when Zooble quietly offered the idea of hiding away for a while to avoid the next, the idea itself sounded almost too good to resist.
You didn’t even bother replying; just a simple nod was enough for them to take your hand and lead you away.
The adventures you’d been through still buzz uncomfortably in your digital mind. In the real world, it would’ve taken two years and a few thousands worth of therapy to even begin untangling what you’d seen. But after everything- the adventures, creatures and Abstractions… you’re not sure even therapy would even help at this point. Which is why Zooble’s concerned tone catches you off guard.
“Hey. Where’d you go?”
You’re perched inside a gigantic flower pot, hanging from one of the circus’s walls suspended by rope. You wobble, fingers curling against the digital ceramic edge for balance. The circus looks small and sort of cartoonish from far away, like it didn’t finish rendering.
You shrug, “Just thinking.”
Zooble tuts, shifting to sit beside you. “Could’ve fooled me.”
You have no idea how they do it, but even with no real face or features, they still manage to project their usual grumpiness when you look over at them, even more so when one of their limbs literally pops out of its socket.
“Hey,” Zooble says, picking up their arm, “You can always talk to me, you know.”
You nod with a soft hum and lean forward to get a better look at the checkered tiles below, “We’re pretty high up.”
Zooble’s eyes scan you over and the arm still attached to their body thunks against your back in what you think is meant to be reassurance, “Yeah, well, unfortunately for us, it’s not like we’ll really die if we fall.”
You hold Zooble’s gaze for a moment before turning away, chin on the heel of your hand. You lean back slightly into it, eyes drifting up to the circus ceiling above without really settling on anything.
Zooble doesn’t push. They just watch you for a second and shift a bit closer along the rim. The pot dips slightly.
Your hand slips to them without thinking, catching at their side to steady yourself. They pause at the contact, then their hand comes up to your side, holding you there like it’s the obvious thing to do.
“…You ever think about it?” They ask, quieter this time.
“About what?”
“Getting out. Or Abstracting.”
You let out a small breath, “Do any of us not think about those two things all the time?”
Zooble lifts a shoulder in a small shrug, like it doesn’t really matter either way, “True.” Their zig-zaggy antennae twitch in a short, uneven pulse before settling again, like something in their head is still catching up. “If we ever find a way out, would you-“
THUNK.
Zooble’s eyes scrunch in confusion as they look down at the arm laying limp at their feet.
“…Give me a second.”
You spare a little eye roll before turning to rest your cheek against the rim. From up here, you can see Jax and Pomni wandering below; just tiny digital explorers in a wacky world.
Pomni’s pinwheel eyes flick left and right, darting between the purple menace strolling along beside her and the painted walls of the circus.
Zooble’s arm detaches again- just as they’d managed to cram it back into its socket. They fumble with it for a second, but it plummets, landing straight in front of the pair below.
“@#%!.” They hiss, leaning over, “Can you toss that back up here?”
Jax tilts his head back, yellow grin stretching wider, “Making good use of your parts gimmick, huh? Can’t say I blame you.”
“What are you talking about?” Zooble snaps, while Jax does that thing where he somehow manages to wiggle his nonexistent eyebrows. His gaze drifts between the two of you and the implication seems to land. Zooble’s remaining arm swings out on instinct, swatting the empty distance between them, “Oh, shut up,” they bark, rolling a mismatched eye.
You peek a little further over the pot's edge and Jax’s yellow fingers flutter in a wave, “Heya, Y/N! Don’t fall, m’kay?”
Pomni raises a gloved hand to wave up at you, voice all wobbly, “So, what are you guys doing up there?”
“Hiding from Caine.” Zooble answers simply, gesturing at the pot with their only arm, “He’s planning some in-house adventure, and we don’t want to be a part of it.”
When they motion towards you, it earns you a courteous half-pat on your back. The touch numbs your mind a little.
While Zooble distracts Pomni with their complaining, Jax takes the opportunity to edge a little bit closer, voice low. “Pssst. Hey, c’mere,” He pats his skinny thighs in invitation, palms open. A jolt vibrates up your belly when he chuckles, “Come onnnn. You trust me?”
The rope sways.
Truth is, even though you’re used to Jax being deceptively sweet and gentle, you’d consider yourself above being fooled by him now… but you hesitate.
Curiosity takes over, and you lift a leg over the edge, testing your weight.
Zooble’s arm catches your wrist, yanking you back into the confines of the pot like a wacky looking claw machine.
“Not happening.” Zooble cuts in sharply, glaring down at Jax. Jax only returns it- it’s a silent standoff.
Across the room, you catch Pomni’s pinwheel eyes and your look basically says ‘see what I have to deal with?’ She can only offer you a helpless, sympathetic shrug.
It’s always like this. There’s always been someone vying for your attention here. With Zooble and Jax, though, the tension always ran too hot.
Saying it never ends well would be an understatement.
“Caine’s been checking on my room lately. Last time Y/N slept over, he started singing ‘Daisy Bell’ right outside my door. It woke us up. It’s creepy.”
You hum in agreement and Pomni gasps at that, voice shrinking to a murmur as she glances up at Jax, “Does he really do that?”
Jax’s grin falters barely, but enough to notice. His gaze flicks up from you to Zooble, before his pupils expand wide.
“I dunno,” He says, “Let’s ask him.”
Zooble’s entire body tenses, eyes darting up as if to say ‘don’t you dare’.
But Jax only cups his hands around his grin and hollers, “Oh, Caineee!”
Zooble groans, “#@!%hole.”
With a sudden swoosh, Caine zips into view, “Yes, Jax?”
Jax points up, “Look, it’s Y/N!” Then less enthusiastically, “And Zooble.”
Zooble’s reply is barely audible but blisteringly heartfelt, “$@!% you.”
Despite floating midair, Caine manages to spin on his heel. You wave down at him. He’d probably be beaming up at you if it were physically possible for him.
“There you two are...” He declares, “Now I don’t have to do the snap-summon thing!”
He snaps his gloved fingers anyway and the flower pot shatters beneath your feet. Gravity takes over, sending both you and Zooble tumbling.
You both faceplant with sounds that should not exist in nature.
“I’m glad I found you! We need even numbers, because today’s adventure is a-” His voice swells theatrically, “Team adventure! Meet you all at the stage in… let’s say, five-point-seven minutes!”
He vanishes in a puff of white smoke and Zooble groans from the ground next to you, finally pushing their upper half onto their elbows as you help gather parts back together.
“Great,” They mutter, glaring up at Jax, “You didn’t even ask him about the singing thing.”
Jax blinks, “The what?”
You all have to shield your eyes as lights flare overhead. Bubble wobbles beside Caine, trembling under the weight of a bulky camera almost double his size.
Bubble squeaks, little form bobbing unevenly, “This is so heavy.”
“That’s right, Bubble!” Caine pats the camera, “After seeing you all play Batball, we need to invent our own sporting events! Behold: the Caine Leagues!”
“Help me, Caine-”
“Cheerleading was fun.” You tell the nearest person to you, who just so happens to be Kinger. He straightens up beside you with a yelp.
Caine swoons dramatically like some overworked actor, “At least someone appreciates my efforts.”
Your shoulders draw in just slightly, trying to make the attention on you smaller.
Ragatha fidgets with the hem of her patchwork dress, eye darting nervously between everyone, “Uh… we could just play softball normally this time?”
Pomni grimaces, rubbing her arm, “Eeegh…”
Caine ignores her completely, “In the Caine Leagues,” He starts, “we have the 400 Meter Vertical Skedaddle, Bisection Boogie, Eggball, Lateral Hijinks, Orange Sport, Ball Run, Run Walk, and Ball Ball! Surely to-”
“Uh, yeah- sorry, no.” Zooble cuts in sharply, jabbing a thumb over their shoulder at Jax, “I’m not going to be on a team with that one.”
Jax leans lazily against a pillar, blowing a smug kiss. Zooble’s glare sharpens.
“Zooble,” Caine exasperates, arms thrown out wide, “why does all you do is complaining.”
Caine zips behind you, gloves coming to rest on your shoulders. He gives you a little shake before presenting you to the group, but mostly to Zooble, “Be more like our sweet Y/N! She never complains. I never know what you want.”
Caine let’s go of you when Zooble groans, “We had a whole suggestion box for that.”
Pomni crosses her arms, “Yeah, Zooble and I constantly say we want chill, relaxing adventures.”
Ragatha looks between them, “Did you really not like my softball idea?”
“I’m not big into sports. Sorry.” Pomni mutters.
“The suggestion box just causes interpersonal drama, and me no likey.” Caine grumbles, turning away and clicking his dentures shut with a sharp snap. There’s something so normal about it- like watching someone get worked up over a bad day at work.
For all his bright colors and cartoon nonsense, Caine moves and reacts like a person trying to manage too many feelings at once.
It’s easy to forget he doesn’t- or isn’t supposed to have any.
“Alright.” Zooble huffs, stepping closer. The air around them grows tense, “You really wanna know what I want?”
Caine’s floats back slightly, tone dropping, “Oh no.”
Zooble points straight at him. “I want the ability to have @#$%!.”
The digital circus falls silent.
Jax chokes out a fit of giggles, bending double, “No way. Are we finally having this conversation?”
Caine groans, rolling upside down midair, “Evidently, there is tension between you all. Perhaps we should implement Zooble’s suggestion after all!”
“What?” Everyone blurts at once.
Ragatha raises her mitten-like hands, “I think- Maybe we should do a vote? I don’t think it’s appropriate to-“
“How would that even work? For some of us, anyway.” Pomni mutters under her breath.
Zooble crosses their arms tightly, “That’s it? ‘You can @#$% each other now, have fun’?”
“I didn’t say ‘have fun’.” Caine deadpans, “I don’t know what you freaks are into.”
“Caine!” Zooble barks.
“Teams or trios can still exist,” He snaps, suddenly sharp, “Or you can pair up in twos- I don’t know how your disgusting human bonding exercises work! Happy?”
Zooble grumbles, “Not really-“
Caine clicks his gloved fingers once. A cloud of smoke bursts around the group and swallows you whole.
When it clears, the circus is silent again. Everyone stares down, inspecting their digital bodies. Caine is gone; Kinger looks very confused, and Jax tugs lightly at the wide opening of his overalls, checking for changes down below.
“Aw,” He mutters, sounding disappointed, “Still smooth as a ken doll.”
You’re about to say something else when Caine pops into existence in front of you.
“Oh, Y/N! I need you for something.” He snaps his fingers.
“You’re going to put me in the shredder again, aren’t you?” Your voice comes out thinner than you mean for it to, breath catching as Bubble’s teeth tug your wrists tighter behind your back.
From your position, bent over the desk in Caine’s ‘office’, you can’t get much of a view of what he’s up to as he hums that same Digital Circus tune. The one that greeted you when you first landed here, bright and looping and impossible to forget.
“Now, now,” Caine chirps. “You started this… I’m doing you the honours of being the first to test out this little update.”
From the harsh, grating scrape of wood forced along under the strain of something heavy, sound sharp enough to make your teeth ache, you realise something’s being pushed up behind you.
“This should work!” He chirps, drifting down in a slow, controlled drop until his feet meet the makeshift stool.
“Can’t you just use one of the NPCs?” Your words spill out in a rush.
“Where would be the fun in that? Besides,” he says, almost idly, like the answer is obvious, like your suggestion barely registers as anything worth considering. His voice stays light, but it’s thinner now, stretched tight over something colder, “Since when were you in charge?”
“I didn’t mean- I wasn’t-”
“Bubble…” Caine says, as easy as ever, like this is nothing at all, “Time to seal the deal- and by deal, I mean her mouth.”
There’s a quick, eager snap as something colourful and oddly similar to confetti is forced into your mouth, cutting you off mid-breath. The intrusion is immediate, the faint graze of Bubble’s jagged teeth too close for comfort.
“Mmmn!”
You jerk back on instinct, a muffled, disgusted sound swallowed down around whatever’s been shoved between your teeth, your words reduced to nothing but broken, useless noise as you try to speak and can’t.
“So, are you going to behave…?”
Wrists straining behind you, shoulders tensing, breath hitching at a sudden swat to your rear- you can only bring yourself to nod.
“Excellent! Now we can get straight to the fun part!” Caine chuckles, pushing himself up against you, making you mewl around whatever’s stuffed in your mouth.
Your mumble turns into a surprised squeak as Caine prods your entrance, definitely not there before, with a thick gloved finger.
His rubbery thumbs spread you wide, and he does a wolf whistle.
“So, so slippery…” He purrs, applying gentle pressure until he’s able to slip a finger in, curling his fingertip against you in search of a particularly good spot.
Before you can even think about it, he’s rolling your clit under his thumb. You keen into the gag, cheeks starting to tingle with how flushed they are. A heavy, syrupy warmth spreads through you in a way that renders you stupid.
“Holding in there?“ Caine’s knuckles slap at your skin, fingers curling like he has something to prove, “How’s about we add another?”
A second finger easily presses into you before you can even fully process the implications of his words. You whimper and clench your fists, wriggling your hips against the new intrusion.
“Oh, you humans… so sensitive!” Is all he has to say on the matter, as his pace crescendos.
At some point, a delicious heat begins welling up deep inside you- not like anything you’d experienced before- and you begin to writhe and whine, only for him to withdraw.
“Ah’Ah’Ah...” He waggles his still damp finger at you.
There’s the sound of a zipper, then a BOING! And the realisation of what’s about to happen hits you so suddenly it sends a pang of arousal straight to your core– Caine…
…How does he even know how to-
“Ready?”
He pauses there deliberately, like he’s actually expecting you to answer.
You can only turn your head, just enough to look at him over your shoulder, wholly unimpressed.
“…Oh. Right. I gagged you. Hehe.”
There’s a beat of silence before he laughs again- light and almost patronising, like the reminder is more amusing than inconvenient. His grip doesn’t loosen.
“Ready or not, then.” He says lightly, as if the entire thing is already decided, and he’s just being deceptively polite about it.
In one smooth motion, Caine reels back and slots himself inside you with no resistance. He groans. Oh, you’re starting to feel dizzy already.
“Hoo! This- this feels better than I thought it would.” He pulls back and starts at a steady, shallow pace.
You whimper softly with each thrust, insides turning molten as the stretch alone clouds your mind with pleasure. You’re so full, fuller than you’ve ever been, and still wanting a little more.
Caine picks up the pace, sinking deep.
“Oh’Ho’Ho! So smooth and so wet! I could do this-” He dips lower to rest his bottom row of teeth on your back and grips your waist for leverage, “All,” PLAP, “Day.”
He moves even faster now, your toes curl as he repeatedly rolls over a specific spot inside you that has you seeing stars.
“Mmf!”
The desk quakes, the noise of it against the floor is distantly recognisable to some part of your digital brain that isn’t currently occupied with the length pistoning in and out of you.
PLAP, PLAP, PLAP.
“Sing- Sing for me!” He growls, dentures looking all wet with cartoony beads of sweat.
You're more than happy to, moaning and whining into that confetti-gag like there’s no tomorrow.
“Gah- Just like- haaa- that!” Caine stammers, evidently getting as close as you are.
You manage choked gasps of air in between each thrust, feeling a little woozy in the best way possible. Your knees threaten to give way as you experience one of the most mind numbing orgasms you’ve ever had. You crunch down on the gag and clench around him, as that’s all you can do.
“I’m- I'm-” SPLAT! He slides out after a moment of pumping you full and topples over somewhere on your left, panting and wheezing.
You shift, twisting around to face him, and pause.
He’s sprawled out across the floor. The box he’d been standing on seconds ago must have tipped over at some point, legs casually propped up against it as if he’d meant to all along.
Tiny Gloinks orbit lazily around his top-hat, heterochromatic eyes having lost focus- turning unevenly, like they can’t keep up with themselves.
Dentures softened into something dazed and unfixed, he murmurs, voice all distant and syrupy, barely holding together, “Cloud nine…”
His gloved fingers snap together and your surroundings pull inward.
One second you’re somewhere else, mid-thought, post having your brains @#$%ed out by an AI, the next, you’re standing in the red hallway outside your bedroom door.
You stagger slightly, balance lagging behind your body. The corridor stretches out the same as always. Too bright and too polished that you’re able to catch your reflection on the empty frame mounted crookedly beside your door. Your reflection stares back at you, and it’s like you’ve been dragged through something and only just shaken loose.
You barely manage to wrap your fingers around the doorknob before Jax’s panicked yelp echoes somewhere down the hall. You stumble back, gripping the doorframe.
Across the hall, Kinger and Gangle peek out of their separate rooms.
It’s barely five minutes later when everyone’s gathered outside Jax’s door, staring at his smug, cartoony portrait on the front like it holds answers.
Inside, footsteps pace in panicked circles.
“No… no. No. No. This- this can’t be happening,” Jax’s muffled voice comes. Then, “Why is it purple?!“
Your fist rubs your eye as you stand there, completely dumbfounded. Kinger hesitantly rests a hand on the small of your back, and it strikes you as oddly intimate.
“Maybe… a bug?” He suggests.
“No, I don’t think so.” Gangle says.
“At least we know he hasn’t Abstracted.” Zooble murmurs, glancing over their shoulder at Ragatha who shrugs.
Pomni frowns, “We still can’t say for certain yet,” She reaches over and taps your elbow once, nodding towards Jax’s door, “It’s better if you do it, I think.”
You swallow and take a step forward. You clear your throat, “Jax? Are you, um- okay in there…?”
Silence thickens. You lean in close, ear pressed to the digital surface- then the room door swings open, sending you sprawling onto your knees between his legs, at eye level with the sizeable bulge in his boxer briefs. You start to feel a familiar current flood between your legs.
“Okay!?” Jax blurts, voice cracking halfway between panic and fury. His cheeks burn dark violet, a yellow glove snapping down to shield his nethers like his dignity depends on it. “No- No, I’m not okay! Just look at me–”
Heat rises in your cheeks. Jax’s gaze snaps up to Zooble.
“You!” He roars, pointing with his free hand. “You did this!”
He lunges past you; Pomni grabs his arm and chaos erupts in the hall. Ragatha gasps. Gangle cowers, hiding her mask behind ribbons, while Kinger reaches down to help you to your feet.
