I see your "Jax turns into a rabbit for some reason, and Ragatha is gushing over how cute he is and kissing him all over"
But may I raise this in return: "Ragatha gets turned into a literal mini doll version of herself, and Jax is silently and hesitantly so endeared by her in this form that he does also gush over her, and brush her hair and play with her in like a considerably less dangerous and maniacal way than he usually is- And he'll pretend that this is all reverse psychology payback to how she treated him during the bunny adventure, no, he isn't enjoying this, this is torment!! (He screams to himself), but if anyone else tries to take her away so Caine can turn her back, he hiss back like a cat till they're gone"?
“Ragatha… I-“ She hesitated, arm paused as her fingers curled towards the rag doll girl. A sense of dread and guilt stopped Pomni, as she found herself gaping for words that weren’t there, “I’m-“ the sorry felt heavy on her tongue. Pomni knew she messed up, had abandoned the girl in need, favouring her own escape. She thought it was all a dream! Anyone would do the same!-
Excuses were just… excuses. Pomni had to be brave in the face of overwhelming guilt.
Ragatha was gone.
“Raga-“ Pomni spotted the redhead over behind a cartoonishly large children’s block. She rushed over, reaching out again. With all the might in her she burst out, “I’m-“
The doll lit up, an aura of translucent energy around her form, which was increasingly shrinking by the second. Pomni panicked, “Oh no- not another thing! I- w-“
Ragatha, who was now comfortably settled about the size of Pomni’s finger, sat up and stared at Pomni. She looked shy, but spoke out, “I know you’re sorry. It’s okay! Things happen, you were in danger.”
No, Pomni wanted to apologize, “I should’ve saved you, or, maybe not, or maybe I’m dreaming after all and I’m about to wake up with some profound outlook on like and all of this will be-“ she caught herself, “eh, sorry, I… I wish I was there for you, Ragatha.”
The doll smiled, appreciation filling her tiny chest.
Pomni used a palm to scoop her up, “…Why are you small?”
“Oh,” she glanced down at herself, “It’s the digital world, remember? You can do anything.”
“But why?”
“Eh,” she ticked one of the coils behind an ear, “I don’t know when I started, but when I’m really stressed and nobody needs me, I’ll shrink down like this,” she presented herself, fluffing the dress.
“…does it help?” Pomni asked, partially confused and curious.
“It makes me feel small,” she stated dumbly, pausing with a nose scrunch before continuing, “It reminds me that my problems are as tiny as I am, and that they’ll pass, like how I can change back when I feel better. It’s not forever, you know?”
Pomni nodded slowly, “Oh, yeah.”
Ragatha twirled in her dress slightly, smiling with a faint blush.
“You can do anything,” it was meant to be a question, but left her tongue as a forceful statement.
The tiny rag doll eyes fixed upwards inquisitively.
“I’m sorry, again, Ragatha. I want to be your friend, I want you to trust me.”
She was silent as she listened.
“Let me do this, to prove you can trust me, okay? It might feel weird, or be wet and uncomfortable, but I’ll let you back out.”
“Pomni, what are you t-“ her ask became a fearful yelp as she was brought to an open mouth, teeth pointed and presented for Ragatha’s body to be placed behind.
She gasped as she was settled upon Pomni’s tongue. The wet thing rolled her felt body along, flipping her around inside Pomni’s mouth. Ragatha was pushed around by the muscle; it ran along her figure, dropping saliva alongside her body. She was soon drenched, being swirled around like a candy.
While this was mildly disgusting, what came next was terrifying. A gulp sounded around her entire body, aching in her ears like a thunderstorm. It was a sound of horror, as she sped to grasp onto any surface by her. Her plush hands met teeth, and she gripped them shakily. Ragatha’s breath faltered as she stared down at the throat that beckoned her. The uvula dangled meanicingly, like a grim reaper asking you to follow, it was losing to accept, but inevitable.
The ground, or rather, tongue, shifted and wrapped around the doll’s body. The teeth clicked and her world was shrouded in darkness. Ragatha whipped her head around wildly, desperation and survival rising above all else.
“Tr’st m’,” was what boomed around the closed mouth. And Ragatha was reminded why she was standing inside a wet uncomfortable mouth, about to be swallowed.
She couldn’t be hurt here, at least, she probably wouldn’t be. Putting her entire sense of faith into Pomni’s hands, or, teeth, she let go of her anxiety, and let Pomni take a gulp.
The world around her moved once more, as Pomni gulped around her. The slippery muscle pushed upwards and the redhead was pushed until she was sliding down, down, down, and soon falling down.
The throat caught her as it became tight, squishing against her entire body. Ragatha could feel Pomni’s fingers pushing against her from the outside, guiding her journey down.
Before she knew it, Ragatha was inside an open spot, and she clicked it immediately as the stomach. The walls were deep red and wet, the air was stale, and everything was loud and pulsating, movement swaying and slushy.
Pomni was whispering something so soft, the ragdoll cranked her head to listen in. It was incredibly faint, barely audible at all, but Pomni was speaking her affections out, ‘I’m sorry’s, and ‘you’re safe’s. The ragdoll couldn’t help but feel warmed at the sentiments. Maybe it really was a good idea to trust the new stuff.
Then, only moments later, the swaying because violent tossing and turning, and Ragatha’s screaming body was hoisted up, squished back through the throat, and briefly meeting the mouth, before she was thrown up into Pomni’s hands.
The jester smiled lopsidedly, “T-there!”
Ignoring the disgusting ink-like puke around her, Ragatha beamed, “You… you kept your word.”
Pomni’s smile extended to one without awkwardness, “Of course.”
Wordlessly, Ragatha hugged Pomni’s fingers. A thank you was on the tip of her tongue, but the moment said it for her.
