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“If you manage to get out of my room in the next 10 minutes, I’ll be your servant for a week.” Ribbit proposed confidently, with a smug grin on her face.
Jax, lying under her on the bed, stared at her.
Then matched her cocky expression.
“I’ll make you eat these words everyday for breakfast when you’re my puppet!” He answered, and before Ribbit could reply anything, he had already wiggled out from under her, like a slippery fish, and was about to jump off the bed — which he actually managed to do, just to jerk to a halt mid-air, falling on the ground, right on his face.
He looked over his shoulder.
That goddamn frog had clutched his leg.
“You didn’t think it’d be that easy now, did you, sweet cheeks?”
Her calling him that sent a rush of heat to his face.
He liked it. He wanted to hear her say it more often.
He would make her say it once she was his servant.
“You’re feeling so cool right now, don’t you, huh?” He yelled back with a grin, then threw himself forward and bit her in the wrist attached to the hand holding him.
“FRICK! Ouch! No biting, you arse!”
“You taeft kinda Fench” Jax mumbled into her froglimb, not letting go.
Ribbit screamed of laughter and rage, trying to shake him off. “Oh my GOD stop being such an idiot and stop biting!!”
While shaking, the grip of Ribbit’s fingers became less secure. Jax spat out her arm and jumped.
“See ya tomorrow in a maid fit, sucker!” He shouted, though when he was about to grab the handle of the door, two arms hugged him from behind, wrapping around his torso.
Jax halted and looked down, the heat in his face growing so intense it felt as if it were burning.
“What—” He began, but he was cut off as the air was being pushed out of his virtual lungs; The green arms were hugging him closer.
In the next moment, he started to hover.
“wait———” He huffed.
It was too late.
He was already being surplrexed over her arching her back, in a perfectly conducted wrestling move.
A loud ‘KO’ resounded when his head hit the ground, and for a brief moment, he even saw the bottom of a KO graphic hovering over him.
“URGH UUUFFF—" he groaned. “How the HELL did you do that?!”
Ribbit let go of him and clapped imaginary dust off her hands, as if she just hadn’t done the coolest thing in existence.
“It’s easy, really. We’re not humans in here, Jax. We can be anything we want. The world adjusts to your expectations.”
Lying on the ground, half-way pretzeled up, his shoulders on the floor while his legs were still in the air, he looked at her.
She gave him a crooked grin. “And you decided to be a loser, it seems? Aww, too bad.”
Jax floundered himself into an upright position again. It probably looked only a tiny bit pathetic.
“I’ll make you eat—”
“Yeah yeah, it’s a balanced breakfast at this point. Only 8 more minutes, Jax.”
“Give me 2.”
“That’s what he sai—" Ribbit began, but to Jax’ delight, it was on her to be turned into a fool, because he had grabbed her by the arm.
If she could do these cartoony-ass moves, so could he!
He pulled, and to his surprise, he actually managed to tug her into the air, over his head, and back onto the bed, where she landed in a mountain of pillows.
It was missing the nice ‘KO’ announcement and graphic, but it was still satisfying.
She stared at him with an open mouth.
Then grinned.
“You learn quickly, young Padawan.” Her nerdy ass answered.
He put two fingers on his temple and saluted her in a (hopefully) cool way.
“Thanks. See ya tomorrow morning at my room, bring a feather duster.”
He turned around and grabbed the door handle.
“Jax——” He heard her say behind him. He immediately smelled it from the tone of her voice: An attempt at manipulation.
“Nope!” He gave back and turned the handle.
“Jax… turn around…” Ribbit pleaded — or maybe commanded? — with her voice being smooth as polished marble.
He could feel his body react to this tone by starting to heat up again.
“I won’t fall for that, girlie” he responded, albeit a little nervously, when opening the door.
He was one step away from his rightful win and glory.
“So you say that if you turn around, you lose the strength to walk through that door, Jax…?” Ribbit continued, still with this buttery smoothness trying to lull him. “Awww… I’m honored that you consider me to be that powerful.”
Jax let out a laugh and turned around to scold her when he saw the impossible.
Something he never thought he would ever see. That he was not deserving of. That bent the rules of the circus.
Ribbit was lying there on the bed, leaning against the wall, her legs splayed apart;
One hand on her crotch, one finger between her legs, spreading… something.
The outer labia of a p██y. Her p██y.
Jax stared at it as if he were watching a person suddenly explode right in front of him.
He couldn’t move.
The only thing he could do was to shut the door.
She grinned at him, a little unsure.
“Well? Didn’t you want to go?”
Jax didn’t move.
Her grin faltered.
“Eh… ehm…”
He still stared.
Ribbit’s finger let go, and she closed her legs.
“S… s-sorry. I… I shouldn’t have done that. That… o-oh, god. Sorry. I t-thought… it would be sexy and fun, but—— oh…”
Jax felt dizzy. His world seemed to rotate, noise rushing through his ears.
He must’ve hallucinated.
This couldn’t be.
They didn’t have… that. They all were smooth. She was so, too! Her stupid avatar-thing was nude all the time, he knew she was blank there usually!
Finally, he noticed the look on her face.
Terror.
His lack of response had made her terrified about what she had done.
Even though she had read the room correctly;
He… he was into her. Bad. Like, really bad.
And if they still were in their human bodies, the move would definitely be incredibly sexy and fun, as she assumed.
He wanted her. All of her.
But instead of showing her this, he made her doubt her perception, and even feel guilty about it—
No.
Only… only one way to fix this.
“P-please, go. Forget what you saw.” She begged of him;
Then squeaked when he was suddenly all over her.
“How did you do that,” he asked with shaking breath while grabbing her waist.
“I— uh—— I don’t know, it… it just happens sometimes, when I r-really want it… maybe a quirk of my avatar?”
“...you… really want it right now?”
She stared at him, shocked, with big eyes, realizing what she had just said.
“W-wait—— n-no, I mean…”
“Let me see it… Show it again!”
She gasped, her cheeks now clearly featuring a reddish hue, too.
“I… uh— I…” She began, then paused, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
Once she opened them again, she looked more composed and like herself.
“Make me.” She said.
He grinned at her, nervously.
Then kissed her.
It made both of them gasp and stop.
Kissing felt… odd. Their mouths felt odd. Of course they did, they weren’t… they were just… …
It didn’t matter.
It felt good. And static-y. And right. And exciting.
He put a hand on her thigh, and to his surprise, she opened her legs again, willingly; Needingly.
This time, he didn’t hesitate.
His fingers dove down to her crotch, meeting her new asset.
He moaned in the kiss.
It felt so soft. And… wet.
“H-how did you do that…” He repeated into the kiss while his fingers explored the semi-detailed new bodypart.
“I… I told you…” She answered, and Jax noticed that she was panting.
“When you really want it…” Jax recited, awestruck, while brushing one finger slightly between the folds. “Am… Am I the first, to… you know…”
Her panting grew heavier while she splayed her thighs more and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Y… yes.”
He groaned. This answer hit him right in the stomach.
She hadn’t been lying.
She…
She really trusted him.
And… She really wanted him.
Ribbit broke off the kiss, squirming slightly, saying, “S-sorry if it’s… wack. I actually didn’t, you know—— uh… I mainly tried to be funny and quirky. I didn’t expect you to———”
Jax plunged in his fingers.
She moaned surprisedly, then immediately held onto him.
“Oh—— OH gosh————”
Jax wrapped his other arm around her, feeling her body tremble. It was… overwhelming, feeling this usually composed and chill woman like this in his arm and under his hand. She had been the one who showed him the most of this place. Who had taken him by the hand and helped him through all the new experiences, who had witnessed him in his weakness and had taken so much care of him, without actually… degrading or patronizing him in any way.
And now it was his turn to do the same for her.
“Does it… feel…” He began, nervously, but got interrupted by her.
“It feels GOOD, holy smokes!”
Jax laughed. “You’re so goofy for trying to work around the censoring in such a situation.”
“Shut up and take me harder, you dork!” She answered, moaning and laughing.
God.
How was she so… real? She wasn’t afraid to be wrong or different or offputting or weak or silly. She just served all of herself to Jax on a silver platter, which made everything about her — even whacky-weird cartoon avatar — so… so authentic.
She was so beautiful like this. So inspiring.
Jax wanted all of her. And wanted to be like her. And wanted to make her hold onto him more, while making all these enticing noises and gifting him these laughs and words and herself.
“Jax…” She panted while rocking her hips against his fingers, urging him to take her quicker.
He complied. “Do you— hah… ngh… Want to know — hahhh—— a secret…?”
He would’ve loved to answer something witty and smug, but he could only nod.
She chuckled, while holding onto him.
“I… I only…”
She paused, as if she were unsure whether she should continue or not.
She decided on it.
“I only like women.”
Jax snorted.
A comment about how he was so good that he could turn anyone around or something of that caliber was forming in his mouth, when she uncoupled her arms from him and leaned back enough to look him directly in the eyes.
Her gaze made him hesitate.
It didn’t fit the narrative.
These weren’t the eyes from somebody who just said ‘you made me reconsider’ or ‘you changed me’.
No…
She looked a little scared, wearing a bashful, unsure smile. As if she had just said something that might be overstepping. As if she were waiting for his reaction; as if his reply were important.
What…
What did she…
The realisation hit his subconsciousness first;
A tear dripped down his cheek.
The warmth in her smile grew as she put a hand on his cheek, wiping away the wet trail; Then brushed up, to fix his bow.
Jax stared at her in disbelief, barely able to endure the rush of feelings washing through him, as her words slowly settled in his brain, too.
He panted, his breathing accelerated.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
It was okay.
She was with him. She saw him. She saw all of him. And she wanted all of it.
If she was ready to explore this, so was he.
Opening the eyes again, Jax looked at Ribbit.
Then, she kissed her.