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“EXCITING NEWS, MY FABULOUS SALAD BOWLS! After many— MANY requests on uhm…some touchy suggestions.”
Caine announced, his voice booming to insure everyone at the circus can hear. Even though they were…right below him as he floated above. Most of them jumped at the sudden volume of Caine’s voice near the theater coast of the tent. Even though kind of put off by having their own time disrupted, they still made their way to see what the floating dentures has in store for Them this time.
The Circus slowly but surely has been getting a lot of updates after the rogue AI came back to make amends as best he could with his peers. Sure it was a tall order to cater to everyone’s ideas and suggestions on making new worlds, some fixes, update some data, just basic human needs in general.
Caine tugged on his white undershirt collar before he furthered on, “Woof- things are about to get a lil spicy in here. Know why?”
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“Wh—“
“BECAUSE NOW YOU HUMANS CAN DO ALL YOU SQUELCHING HOT HUMANY ACTIONS WITH EACH OTHER WITHIN YOUR OWN ROOMS!!! Or out here. I research some like that.” A fainted blush brushed around Caine’s molars.
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“Sex Update.”
EVERYONE GASPED IN UNISON.
Gangle gripped Zooble’s clawed arm without any hesitation to spare and SPED right down the hall with a loud SLAM to get to Zooble’s door.
Ragatha was blushing like CRAZY. Though she shouldn’t be that shocked, she’s 30! It’s a very normal and common thing that adults do in their lives but…gosh it has been long since she felt the sensation of pleasuring herself, especially after a long rough day doing her duties on the farm. The memory is so faint that the only thing she remembers of the sensation was the tremble of her legs as they lifted up, her breath heavy yet quiet to not alarm her mother, the bed glittered in her ju— ices….
Speaking about Juices, a trickle of her own Raggy juice was dripping down here leg. “…W-Well uh- it wouldn’t hurt to test it out too, huh?” Quickly asked mostly to herself before speeding off right behind Zooble and Gangle to her room. Wow. Not a single thank you to the thoughtful ring master!
Sex was such a … bizarre subject to Caine. Having spent 2 weeks researching the arts of intercourse just for these humans to feel more… human. It seems t be a big part of their lives for some reason. Heck, it’s the reason there’s even humans at all! But what had Caine so curious in the nature of this activity is that it serves a lot of complex purposed for them. Some he would REALLY like to understand. Perhaps sooner rather than later.
He found out sex can be about giving life, intimacy, enjoyment, or plain pleasure among individual(s). It was weird to say the least, but of course, the nature of humans just being human never cease to intrigue Caine in their absurd behavior. He had wondered how it would be… if he indulges in these lewd behavior? Someone he knows and that knows him. Someone he trusts. Someone that knows his codes in and out since day one….
His Heterochromic eyes slowly narrows that description down as they cinder block slid over to. That. Chess piece.
… 𝙃𝙪𝙝 —
𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗡 𝗗𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥!?!! THAT’S UTTER NONSENSE!! Sure he and KINGER had been spending more time together throughout these months but— gah it’s so confusing!!
Too flustered in his spiraling thoughts on committing such an act, there was only 2 humans alone at the same place.
Kinger and Pomni.
Pomni honestly didn’t know how to take in this new update. Sex wasn’t really a necessity for her, only if she’s REALLY in a mood. Surprisingly, she rarely felt any of those urges within the circus. Maybe it was due to the stressful 3 years in here without a shred of ease. Maybe another time when she felt up for it…
Her colorful, attentive gaze shifted over at the pillow fortress opening. Where Jax was. It already goes without saying where Pomni wanted to be right now.
But it wasn’t long until Pomni felt 2 pair of eyes staring right down at her… seeming not too far from her. Her gaze shifted to her side, quickly having to look up to meet Kinger’s gaze. He was. Staring pretty hard at her.
Initially she would’ve been fine with the staring if this was the Kinger she’d known at first, the kookie insane one that didn’t seem to know he exist— THIS however was more different. This was 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚 Kinger, Kinger but more like himself, the serious and more acknowledgeable one… it made the little Jester unease’s at the sheer contact she made with the King chess piece. Something almost… ill intended with that gaze. 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮.
“Kinger,” Pomni began, slowly and carefully choosing her next words. “Are you alright? You’re kind of staring me down.”
ᴼʰ ˢʰⁱ—
Kinger blinked rapidly at his name being mentioned, realizing now that the small, scrawny Jester was looking up at him with concern ̶A̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶r̶a̶c̶e̶s̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶u̶n̶e̶a̶s̶e̶.̶. He was taken back but quickly responded with a light chuckle. “Oh sorry, just got caught up in a thought about something. You know. Spaced out?” He quickly brought up an excuse in attempt to bury whatever Pomni must’ve thought.
Clearly, it didn’t do much.
Pomni began to move her feet towards the big pillow fort, nodding along with Kinger’s words with a pulled up smile. “Y-Yeah! Gotcha! Heh, I’m gonna see how Jax is doing today. S-See you later.” She knew she messed up big time with her sentences, she made it obvious that she was uncomfortable! Maybe that was a good thing? Agh! She picked up a pace, leaving Kinger alone with himself.
A swear muttered underneath his breath as the co-creator of this project began to shuffle over to his own pillow fort.
What had just happened? Caine had never left his spot in the air, watching the 2 lonely humans drift away from each other like little ants on their way to do separate things. He hadn’t exactly heard what came between the two ̶A̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶r̶a̶c̶e̶s̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶u̶n̶e̶a̶s̶e̶.̶ but the way he’d seen how KINGER was looking at her with such…
Desire…longing and….
𝘓𝘶𝘴𝘵?
No. No that couldn’t be. Those two had connections to even be considered partners in those kind of acts! They were more like- friends! Co-worker friends even, father and— someone you see as a close friend! There was nothing going one with the—
Wait. What’s this?
Caine’s thoughts tracked as he catches a glimpse, watching from a corner of his teeth Kinger’s sudden halt only to look behind himself again. Gaze directed at Pomni’s back side entering the pillow fortress, his eye eyes scanning each corner and crevasse of her small, flat figure. How tight that jester costume was, the frame of her small body, how young and innocent she looked… Kinger’s eyes latched onto every single imagery he could get of that before she sunk herself more into the fort to see how Jax was doing.
Caine’s eyes quickly shifted to movement down Kinger’s nether regions, something growing, tenting up with small hardy twitches. The chess piece caught that on himself, hiding away the embarrassing display and retreated into his own fort to deal with it.
The Red AI hung in the air, astonished. Why? Why does she get that kind of look from him? That kind of look that he DREAMS he could someday get from his creator, the closest thing to a father’s approval. LOVE. Yet she gets it on a silver platter without any effort, without even trying. Why? Why is it so EASY. What did Pomni do? What does Pomni has that HE didn’t? Caine had done everything in hopes of Kinger could one day get that kind of look, a genuine one. He did so much— THIS ISN’T FAIR! If only he could take the place of the Jester’s for one day just so he could feel the warmth and care of Kinger’s gaze upon him… it would be enough. Oh how he envied that jester for being in that place he so desperately tried to bring himself into. Oh. Hold on. Caine just had… the greatest idea.. on how to get the same attention as Pomni can. Easy and effortlessly. 𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 Kinger laid awake on a pillow under his head, his king cloak draped almost off to show his spent cock to the side. Not cleaned with sticky residue sliding off his hip to traces of a pillow that was thoroughly used, stuffing out and all. So,e feathers clung to his appendage as he lied there on the floor. reminiscing some memories in his head. Of course about Pomni but…other things in his life. And how truly DISGUSTING of a man he is for still having these thoughts. He’d been had these thoughts for as long as he can remember, he simply thought he’d grew out of it, he should’ve. Nothing had happened to him to have these thoughts, not from childhood or growing up. He really thought after he’d found Queenie in his life they’d stop…but… An exasperated sigh drawn out from his breath, hands coming up to rub his tired eyes at the self loathing he couldn’t help but sink into further. He looked to his side to glance at his computer screen. A new one he has gotten for Christmas for his own benefits on helping Caine out whenever he needed a second or 10th pair of hands. It was plastered with shots of Pomni he has taken from now and then. Of her eating a sandwich, her in her beach swimsuit, her havin* a relaxing with with ragatha, one where she’s undress in for..a shower they all shared…and the last being her when she was asleep in her own bed. What was WRONG with him? He knew Pomni was an adult. She’s 28 now! But god, she was such a tease. With her naturally high voice, scrawny flat figure, young and cute face, it drove him crazy! Was she just doing this on purpose?! Does she KNOW what he’s doing to him and just playing hard to get? The thoughts racing about Pomni stirred up his cock again, once spent and flaccid now twitched up for another round, bead of sticky pre pearling out his foreskin as his meat started to stand tall again.
God he was PATHETIC.
Getting hard again over Pomni and the way she looked at him earlier!
How would anyone react if they saw him in this shameful state? … how would Quee—
“Heeeeyyyyy, Kinger-boy!” A high, child like voice chirped outside of Kinger’s pillowed door earning a sudden jolt from Kinger, quickly grabbing the endings of his of robe to hide away his erected member. WHO the hell—?
The voice sounded oddly familiar but doesn’t at the same time…and there was only one person that would call him by that nickname but..
“. . . Caine?” Kinger question in a hush, squinting at the entrance of his pillow fortress.
Not a moment too soon, the entrance swung wide open for the new comer. Kinger jumped away with an eek, they didn’t need to kick down the door THAT harsh—
The tiny silhouette floating inside the pillow fort with ease. Having to squint to see more of the details, Kinger can make out a few things that indicated who this was in seconds.
The small figure had a spinner hat on top of their small dentures, pearly white teeth with one canine tooth gone from the socket, 2 large heterochromatic beaming up at the older man, all while wearing bee Pj’s snug yet saggied sleeved around their chubby plush body. All while having a dumb, dopey pose like this.
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/. \ (how would you describe this pose.)
“SMART AS EVER, KINGER-RINO!”
𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗗 . . .