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With the truths finally being out, the members of the circus knowing their real bodies are safe and thriving in life, drastically helped them adapt and accept everything.
Along with everyone being there for one another, even at the most atrocious and gut-wrenching moments, it somehow brought them all closer together. This is specifically how Ragatha felt it was about a certain someone, she bonded with this someone in a way she never has before.
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Ragatha was hanging around with Caine and Kinger, creating and building whatever they wanted to. Spawning boxes and butterflies at their will, Ragatha had the idea to build a stable. Even without her horses. But that's besides the point! Everything was fine now, everyone was happy with where they were and that’s all that mattered. Even if it isn’t perfect she can still have fun. Even i–
“Ragatha?”
Ragatha jolts as she feels a hand on her shoulder, snapping out of her trance and turning her head to the side palming her hands together.
“Oh gosh, sorry Kinger, didn’t hear you haha..” She chuckles awkwardly
He lets his hand fall off her shoulder and his eyes light up immediately, “Oh that's okay! I just wanted to show you the giant mantis I just finished building!”
She’s never been a fan of bugs, especially centipedes…eugh. But she can get behind the prettier and less scary looking ones–like butterflies, moths, dragonflies, and maybe a mantis?
Glancing slightly behind Kinger, there stands a beautifully sculpted Praying Mantis, it looked similar to the ones she would see back at the farm.
Kingers face is now fully turned around, staring at the sculpture as well, staring at it with something that looked like a mix of admiration and the slightest hint of melancholy.
He walked closer to it, Ragatha trailed slowly behind, wanting to get a better look after all.
Kinger brought his hands closer together almost like he was holding a scrying orb, a formation of pixels beginning to bond together, gradually forming into a specific shape.
When he finished, the object plopped into his hands. It was in the shape of a crown. It began to levitate in his hands, he reached his arms up as the crown drifted to the top of the mantis head.
Kinger put his arms down and turned to face Ragatha, excitement washing over his eyes once more.
“Hah, I’ll call her Regnant Mantis! Hmmm, maybe I should surround her with some comfy pillows.” he says proudly, a lightbulb literally appearing above his head as he utters that.
And with that statement, off he goes to his pillow fortress, leaving Ragatha still staring at the sculpture. Something in her heart feels heavy as she continues to gaze upon it, but not in a bad way. More in a warm and comforting way, like a hug. A hug almost as warm as the one she shared with Pomni.
That thought alone made her face flush, she felt the warmth transferring from her heart to her cheeks. She quickly covered her face with her hands, feeling humiliated by nobody but her own conscious thoughts.
God I’m hopeless.
Dragging her hands down her face, she diverted her attention to the direction Kinger ran off to. Now seeing he was caught by the attention of Caine. Caine was breathlessly rambling about something he must've found. She couldn’t actually hear what he was talking about, but she could see that Kinger seemed to be attentive in the conversation though.
They seem to be enjoying themselves, no use for me to put myself in there! I can entertain myself in other ways.
She looked down at her hands and closed her eyes thinking to herself.
Let’s just start with a simple box, maybe it will get my inspiration flowing!
Opening her eyes she found there to be, just as she manifested, a box. It was more of a red violet colored box but of course the color didn’t really matter. Ragatha stared at the box for a while, and a good while that is.
Oh what am I even thinking, this will never get my mind off of anything.
Maybe I can go ask Pomni if she wants to hangout…yeah! Would she even want to hangout with me though, I mean sure we have gotten closer butwhatifsheisgettingannoyedwithmeand–
Ragatha takes a long inhale, closing her eyes delicately but squeezing the box in her hands harshly, her exhale seeming as heavy as her heart felt earlier.
Ragatha stop, she doesn’t think that, what is wrong with you. Just go talk to her and ask. And if she doesn’t it's not the end of the world!
And with that, Ragatha took another deep breath and worked up the courage to go talk to Pomni. Still holding the box in her hands. A smile forming across her face.
She strutted down the hallway, keeping her composure upright, glancing around as if she hadn’t seen these walls a thousand times before. In the distance she could see that a door was slightly ajar. The closer she got, the more she could start to make out whose room it was.
It was Gangle's door. Oh–wonder where she is, maybe hanging out with Zooble!
Ragatha smiled at the thought of that. She always thought they were great friends, she would never admit it but it made her slightly envious that they mustered up a relationship as soothing as theirs. She always silently yearned for something like that.
She continued down the hallway and it wasn’t until she got almost right to Zoobles door that she heard a noise. A certain noise that sounded like a–grunt or groan? It made her stop in her tracks. She whipped her head around to see if it was coming from some place other than she thought it was. She turned her head back and forth, back and forth back and forth. Starting to wonder if she was imaging it, suddenly a full on–very abrupt, very loud moan was heard.
Oh my god.
Yet again, Ragatha felt the heat crawl up to her cheeks. This time it didn’t stop there, she felt her whole entire face redden.
Oh my god.
Ragatha doesn’t think she ever did anything faster in her life. She squeezed the box as she brought it up to her face, running as fast as her little heels would let her.
Now the thought of visiting Pomni was definitely in her mind, but that wasn’t what her brain was targeted on now. So when she ran to Pomni’s room, do you think she remembered anything about privacy, like knocking? No. (Because when you hear your friends fucking you bust down your crushes door apparently.)
Low and behold when Ragatha dashed into Pomni’s room she saw a sight she only would have ever imagined in a dream state.
Pomni was sprawled across her bed, gripping the sheets with one hand while the other laid right in between her legs. Two fingers curling into her now apparent vagina. Her fingers were glistening as her slick was spread across them and her clit.
Bottoms of her outfit and her silly jester hat were discarded to the end of the bed. Pomni’s hair was frizzy, sweat was dripping down her slight pink flushed face. Her eyes were squeezed shut, head leaning back against the bed frame, biting the side of her lip to silence herself.
If Ragatha thought she was blushing excessively before, she was wrong. SO wrong in fact. She dropped the box onto the floor with a squeal. Bringing her hands to her mouth immediately.
Pomni jolted her head up and wrenched her fingers out of her entrance as soon as she heard the cube hit the ground. Her eyes wide and bulging from the shock, taking a moment to realize who it was.
When her eyes focused, connecting the dots in her brain that Ragatha was standing in front of her in a very vulnerable state. Her face crimsoned a very significant red at the thought. She slammed her legs shut, but still eyed the lady across the room from her in astoundment.
Ragatha veered her attention ever so quickly to the nearest flat surface where Pomni wasn’t in view. Ragatha now covered her whole entire face and tilted her head down in shame and all in one quick motion.
Ragatha grabbed the door knob began prolixly stuttering, clear utter panic and embarrassment in her voice, “I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY POMNI, I SHOULD HAVE KNOCKED I’M S–”
“R–ragatha…don’t go…”
And earlier when I said she never did anything faster in her life, I was lying again. She spun around like her life depended on it. Her heart was pounding against her chest, clawing like a wild animal in a cage. Utter elation with a hint of abashment washed over her.
Pomni was ogling her from across the room, hand moved back between her wide spread legs. Pawing at her own clit, chasing back her lost orgasm desperately.
“P-please..?”
Pomni’s glimmering eyes and frantic voiced words seemed to have been the key to Ragatha’s heart (and brain). She opened her mouth slowly, and it was left agape for a moment before she swallowed hard.
“You want..me..to stay?” She questioned, almost whispering while pointing a finger at herself.
Although Pomni seemed to be in a state of deep arousal, she chuckled, a genuine laugh arose. She tilted her head down and smiled softly.
“Please.”
Ragatha took small and nervous steps to where Pomni was laid out, preparing for her to be told to get out at any time. But she didn’t, she didn’t say anything until Ragatha was right in front of the bed.
A sincere smile sprawled across Pomni’s face once more as she gazed into Ragatha's eyes.
“Care to help me out Dolly?” Pomni purred, tilting her head slightly.
Ragatha felt like she could abstract on the spot.
“I-I’ve never..done…been in a situation like this before, I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Do you want to be in a situation like this?”
“Yes–yes of course! I just..how do I…do anything..?”
“Don’t stress about it, we can take it as slow as you need, okay?”
Ragatha looked away from their held gaze for a moment, a slight wave of shame passing over her.
Pomni reaches out and grabs Ragatha's hand, caressing it slightly. Ragatha turns to face her again. Pomni looks into her eyes, a look of trust and assurance stated clearly in her colored orbs.
“I promise you.”
Ragatha studied Pomni’s expression before sighing and smiling with a slowly growing hopeful (and lustful) attitude.
Pomni slid to the edge of the bed where Ragatha was standing, while Ragatha crouched down in front of her, gently getting on her knees before her.
Pomni was throbbing, her previous wetness still apparent and shimmering even in the dim lit room.
Ragatha grabbed onto the sheets of the bed awkwardly, bringing her face right up to the other girl's pussy. Leaning closer she flicked her tongue against her clit. Pomni’s breath hitched, slightly grasping the satin sheets beneath her.
The reaction that came from Pomni made Ragatha’s heart light up in desire, even if it was barely a sound. She dipped her head back down, feeling slightly more confident from before going back down and taking as much of Pomni as she could get into her mouth.
Pomni’s gasp quickly turned into a whimper of satisfaction. Ragatha’s tongue curtly dived inside, lapping up all she can reach. Swirling around her tongue in the other, purring against her entrance, greedily taking her dampness into the warmth of her mouth.
Ragatha pulled back for a moment, looking up at Pomni with big eyes before returning back down to her new found home. This time she started at the perineum, slowly dragging her tongue up and down across every pleasurable part in distance. Pomni moaned sensually, leaning back onto her elbows.
Ragatha’s hands suddenly found themselves wrapping around Pomni’s inner thighs, pulling them closer.
Now in reach, Ragatha began planting gentle kisses on Pomni’s outer lips, making her way outward to the very inner parts of her thighs and surrounding areas. Pomni let out a hushed groan, beginning to intertwine her fingers into Ragatha's locks, reaching to the very back of her head churning her coils.
When Ragatha went back down, she circled her tongue around Pomni’s clit, letting any drool drip out, providing more friction. Pomni let out a whimper and tugged lightly on the beautiful red strands between her fingers.
Hearing this, Ragatha let out a little giggle against her channel, sending vibrations throughout the other's body causing a shudder of pleasure.
Feeling a sense of inspiration, Ragatha hovered her mouth nearby but took one of her hands to Pomni’s crotch, grazing her nub soothingly. Slightly moving downward, teasing her leaking entrance.
Pomni freeing a sweet needy cry, jerked the tresses amidst her digits. Crossing her legs around her woman's neck in desperation.
“Raggy, quit teasing me.” Pomni breathed out hungrily, eyelids fluttering with frenzy.
“Hehe…I’m sorry.”
Having that established, Ragatha planted one last kiss on her folds and abruptly inserted a finger into her entry. Immediately pumping in and out of her.
Pomni filthily whined, sealing her eyes closed, clenching her thighs fully around Ragatha as tightly as she could.
Encouragement chimed throughout the cherry haired girl, a new passion stirred inside her as she stood up out of nowhere, scooping up the jester with her. Fingers still plowing in and out as Pomni clutched Ragatha's neck with her calves, holding on the best she could.
A sudden, husky sob from Pomni echoed in the room they presented in.
Pomni’s hands weren’t in Ragatha's hair anymore, but her forearms were now resting on the sheets, trying to steady herself against the aggressive rutting of the fingers the other above her controlled.
When a steady rhythm of thrusting became present, the strands of slick clearly visible in every plunge, Ragatha decided it would be the right time to pop the rest of her fingers in.
Her three webbed fingers pressed up against Pomni’s hole before methodically penetrating her cunt; erratically pistoning themselves back and forth, soaking in all of her passion and fluids.
Pomni loudly expressed a strained choke, desperately mewling and clawing at the sheets every thrust.
And Ragatha was absolutely loving every single bit of this, she could feel the soaked cotton between her legs, center pulsing at the very actions she committed to.
Since Pomni was tightly wrapped around her neck, Ragatha let go of her and brought the other hand up to massage her abandoned, pink, contracting clit. Fondling her bud in slow circles which soon transitioned to a fast paced kneading, pressing harder each roundabout.
Ragatha was contemporaneously fingering Pomni with one hand and grinding aggressively against her with the other, and god was Pomni feeling pure bliss. Strangled and elongated moans poured out of her, though her muscles were beginning to ache from the position of her legs and back being stretched into the air.
Ragatha pulled her head back for a moment to glance at Pomni, who was absolutely disheveled, her eyes rolled back into her head, a shiny layer of sweat ran across every inch of her body in sight, chest heaving dangerously, pieces of her hickory shaded bob stuck to her neck while the rest of it was tangled with static against the beds covers.
The pace quickened severely when Ragatha dipped her head back down, simultaneously planting kisses and nibbling any place that she felt was neglected from the warmth of her own hands. Pomni gasped out a ragged howl, arching her back as legs began to loosen grip.
A few thrusts later, Pomni was fervently crying and whining with overwhelming euphoria.
“R–aaahhggyy…I–ah, can’t…h-hold on–” Pomni murmured with tears pooling in her eyes and heat making its way down to sink into the depth of her regions.
Pomni bucked her hips upwards once more before her legs let go and she dropped harshly onto the bed, and to her surprise, Ragatha didn’t have any intention of stopping. Her two hands stayed in place as Pomni’s legs gave out and they followed the direction of the fall.
As Ragatha began frantically driving her fingers even deeper, Pomni heaved out exhausted groans, spreading her arms and legs outward and letting Ragatha work her to pieces. She felt her self-control getting weaker and weaker as she writhed against the fingers putting her in her place.
Ragatha spat onto her pussy before suckling and gnawing all she could maneuver in her mouth, all while still keeping the intense plunging pace in Pomni’s hole.
“Auughhhuhh…Ra-gathaaa, I’m gonna cummmmm, fuuucccckkkkk” Pomni choked out, rolling her hips upwards as much as her fatigued body could.
“Go ahead, please..” Ragatha mumbled against the calidity of the other, curving her fingers inside like she was clenching her fists.
And with that, shockwaves of ecstasy shot through every inch of Pomni’s body, her back arched as she felt the blissful tremor of her orgasm. The execution of squirt flowed out of her body, everything felt like it was on fire, her downstairs pulsating like never before.
Ragatha was there, helping Pomni ride out her orgasm. Gracefully allowing her fluids to cover her face, her hair, her chest, anywhere it spurt out. Taking in the slightly metallic, salted flavor that expanded over her tastebuds with great ease.
When Pomni stopped yelping, she laid flat on the bed, panting heavily with every second that passed by. Ragatha slowly removed her fingers out of Pomni, climbing up onto the bed tenderly so as to not shock the blissed out woman beside her any more than she already did.
She laid down aside Pomni, turning to look at her. She was the most beautiful and precious thing Ragatha has ever seen. Ragatha reached out a hand and grabbed the others gently. Pomni turned her head, even with an absolutely tousled look on her face, sweat still beading across her face.
“How..how was it?” Ragatha asked, with a hint of worry in her voice, hoping she didn’t go too far.
Pomni stared at her for a moment before letting out a giggle, “I didn’t know you had that in you.”
“Is that a good thing?” a panicked question arose.
“It’s a great thing.” Pomni smiled.
Ragatha's heart thought it would explode right then and there, she smiled back warmly. Pomni twitched slightly, then inched over closer, seemingly pulling Ragatha into an embrace the best she could.
And you know Ragatha felt like she was going to cry again. She wrapped her arms around Pomni, pulling her face into her chest and closing her eyes.
Pomni tilted her head up slightly, planting a tender kiss to Ragatha's jaw before leaning back down and closing her eyes.
Ragatha felt her face heat up again.
Maybe she will want to build my stable with me later.