[TADC] 📜🎪 M A K I N G ◦ A N ◦ N P C ! - Act 10 (Patreon)

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⊹˚₊·‧Chapter 10: Pompom

Ragatha was there, too, behind Pomni, still holding her arms.

Pomni broke away from her, staring at her in shock. “Ragatha! You… y-you cannot just… s-say that and…. w-what the hell….”

She couldn’t hold back the tears of shock dripping down her face. “I trusted you!! Like… fully!”

Ragatha came closer and took Pomni’s hand into her soft hands. “And you were so good for that, and I treasure it deeply, love!” She appealed to her in an urgent tone.

The word ‘love’ echoed in Pomni’s head, disabling her rage for a moment.

“Believe me, he was just trying to mess with us!”

“B… but… No! No, you said that he wasn’t lying!”

“Because he wasn’t, Pomni! But was purposefully wording it in a way that would cause trouble!”

Pomni broke loose from Ragatha’s hands again, shuffling further away, panting. “I don’t see how he could NOT make this look like—”

“We used to date!” Ragatha blurted out, and she seemed almost in physical pain while doing so. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner, it’s… it’s something we both aren’t proud of.”

Again, Pomni’s world seemed to tilt. This time so strongly that she actually fell backwards on the floor, onto her butt. 

“What”, was all she could get out, her brain trying so hard to fit together the pieces, the past impressions, and his words. It was weird and uncomfortable, and it still didn’t make sense.

Ragatha faltered as if she wanted to approach again. Probably unsure if she was allowed to.

“I… I have a hard time explaining this to you, Pomni… but… but please, first off, believe me that he really was just messing with you. There’s nothing going on between us for a long time. Nothing… romantic or sexual, at least. It’s just… we used to be so close. We know things about each other that… no other in the circus does, still to this day. So even though we aren’t exactly what you would call friends anymore, we still look for comfort in each other from time to time. It’s like a secret truce. When we meet in private, we drop our acts and… and see what we can do to save the other from abstracting. Or do some sort of damage control. We’re both not really proud of it, because… let’s face it, we can’t stand each other most of the time. The last thing we mutually want is for people to find out about our connection. The others wouldn’t understand it, I’m pretty sure. And I get why.”

Pomni put a hand on her mouth, feverishly trying to process what Ragatha was saying. 

It was barely possible.

“So… does that mean… he knew… about our…”

Ragatha nodded slowly, came a little closer, and got down to sit in front of Pomni; her dress shaping a circle around her.

“Yes. From almost the beginning. Though the only two things he did back then were sitting wordlessy in my room while I was crying and holding my hair when I was puking.”

“Y-you were puking?”

“Don’t think too much about it, please. It’s thankfully long over.”

Pomni still couldn’t process any of this. She thought back to when she didn’t know about Ragatha’s pregnancy and faintly remembered Jax leaving a couple of minutes after Ragatha had abandoned a meet-up or an adventure early.

“B-but… what… what did he mean with… with you moaning? Making you cry…? Why is he still visiting you, even though I am here…?”

“Let me… let me show you,” Ragatha suggested, then made Pomni blush furiously when rolling up her skirt.

It was the first time that Pomni actually saw her nude belly. It looked so pretty and adorable, even though it was covered in patches, just like her dress, and even some stitches.

“At the plushy factory adventure a good while back… when you were panicking because you didn’t know how to repair the toys? Well… unlike you, Jax can handle threads and needles.”

Pomni carefully touched the stretched, fabriced skin of hers, immediately feeling the baby answering with a pushback.

“You’re… you’re ripping open…?”

Ragatha nodded.

“Yes… seems like a weird choice to program my avatar like that. Or maybe it’s just simply not meant to stretch in such a way. In any case… Jax helped me with the touch-ups when I was too much of a coward to do it myself.”

Pomni’s fingers brushed over the seams of the patches. They were barely palpable, merging well with her body. It looked sturdy, as if her design was meant to look like that from the beginning.

“Why… why didn’t you tell me…?” Pomni asked, but while doing so, her voice cracked, and she felt another tear dropping down onto her arm. She didn’t mean to cry.

“Oh… oh Pomni… There’s no need to cry… I-I’m sorry-”

“I told you I was ready to be a parent! I was ready to be on your side! And now I’m finding out that you’ve been doing… so much worse than I thought! That you needed to be consoled, and taken care of… that you went through morning sickness and all of that…”

“Pomni…”

“It breaks my heart! I know I probably couldn’t help you with the sewing, but I could hold your hand when you’re going through it! And I know I can’t turn back time and hold your hair, but I would want to know that! I… I might not get your connection to Jax, but I’m grateful that he was there for you, and I genuinely want you guys to continue whatever you were doing, but… I want to be on your side, too, Ragatha… I lo… l-love the collected, settled side of you, but I want all parts of you! I want the mother of my baby to exist in all of her dimensions next to me, please…”

In the next moment, Ragatha was all over her. She pressed her mouth against Pomni's, wrapping her arms around her while kissing her with both urgency and affection. 

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve told you sooner,” Ragatha mumbled into the kiss, frantically, “And you’re so right with your request. If our roles were reversed, I would want exactly the same, Pomni.”

Pomni couldn’t even remember what they were talking about.

Pomni was but a simple woman.

All she felt were Ragatha’s plush breasts and bulging belly squeezing against her, and without knowing how it got there, one of her hands on Ragatha’s just as delectable behind.

All she could do was to endure this sudden flash of sexy soon-to-be momma and grope her way through it.

“Wow you… you really move into gear quickly, Pomni…” Ragatha noticed, with a shy - but dared Pomni to acknowledge, aroused, too? - chuckle.

“Uuugh—uhum—”

Pomni herself wasn’t even sure what she actually had planned to say.

Another seductive chuckle. 

Ragatha’s body came even closer, pushing Pomni now fully onto the ground on her back, almost squeezing her.

“I actually just wanted to… show you my gratitude by being a little romantic, but… seems like you might prefer another form of affection…?”

Pomni just barely understood what Ragatha said.

Dear lord.

How could a 3D rendering of a ragdoll be that sexy?

Ragatha noticed her inability to answer and giggled again. Then she took Pomni's hand and put it on one of her breasts. Unlike her belly, they weren’t heavy. But they definitely were fuller and much more plush.

Pomni whimpered like an injured fox.

Didn’t they…. like… just have a fight, or something? Wasn’t it very emotional? Important, most likely?

“Isn’t it curious how my breasts change, too…? Even though it’s not needed…?” Ragatha whispered. If Pomni were capable of higher brain functions, she would’ve noticed the shy uncertainty in Ragatha’s attempt at dirty talk.

But she wasn’t.

So there were only boobs. And a very, very sexy Ragatha.

“I will… I will show you one of the… unconventional tricks I’ve told you about…” She then added and proceeded to wander down on Pomni.

Pomni watched her, helplessly, panting, curious about what she would do.

Once Ragatha’s face hovered over the middle of Pomni’s body, she looked up again.

“This might be… a bit strange. And it might not work. I don’t know the specific quirks of your body yet, but… Let’s give it a try, shall we?”

Whatever Ragatha said. Pomni nodded.

Ragatha nodded, too, then did something technically innocent that ended up looking so much lewder than anything she had ever done.

She started to lick over one of Pomni’s yellow bobbles.

And it felt… indescribable.

A startled moan escaped Pomni's mouth, making her put both hands over it in shock.

Ragatha stopped, looking up, smiling sheepishly.

“Seems like my hunch was right.”

“W--- wh- wh--- why-----”

“You need to unlearn human conventions. Everything in your avatar is part of your body now. The more unusual it is and the more it differs from your human body… the more intense it is. It’s not really comparable to any human sensation, right…?”

“R-r-right…”

“That’s because it isn’t. It’s a digital sensation. Something our brains cannot process. So it simply… doesn’t. Which makes you feel… well… this.”

And with that, Ragatha leaned down, licking over the delicate little pompom again.

Everything inside Pomni tensed up. It was as if her body was experiencing every single sensation at the same time. Hot, cold, pain, comfort, lust, and probably a dozen more. It was exactly as Ragatha said—her brain couldn’t process which feeling was appropriate, so it made her feel everything at once.

“B-b-but… I… I touch them sometimes…….”

“It’s different when you do it yourself. Or when you’re not expecting it. It needs to be from someone else… and it needs to be purposeful…”

Another lick.

Another overwhelming rush of feelings.

Pomni started to feel dizzy.

Unfortunately, Ragatha stopped.

"As much as I enjoy this, I would prefer to do it in one of our rooms. I know how we can get out of here. Shall we go, and I … I show you more tricks…? Involve you more in my world like that…?”

There really was only one answer to that.

“Yes… please…” Pomni said, pleadingly.

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Rose: A little shoutout to Flamink for inspiring me with Ragtha needing to be patched up <3