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The kitchen counter is icy cold beneath Gangle's arms. She leans into it, observing the workers. Pomni is standing at the desk, a cardboard box keeps her elevated enough to engage with the customers. She taps her fingers absentmindedly on the surface, whistling a tune.
Slumped over on the floor is Ragatha, stupid sauce has caused her to become temporarily… Well, Stupid. The Ragdoll had started the day working hard, despite her unfortunate interaction with the deep fryer. That was no longer the case.
Zooble was flipping burgers, a blank expression rested on their face. The abstract character was just about tolerating manual labour. But Gangle still found them to be a satisfactory employee. The same could not be said about Jax.
Come to think about it. Where had he gone? The last time Gangle saw him he was avoiding work in the bathroom. But she had shut that down before he could truly relax. Begrudgingly he stomped back to work, impatiently scrubbing the dirty dishes. He seemed agitated, more so than usual. Like Gangle has interrupted something significant. ‘What was more significant than an honest day of hard work?’
Nothing came to mind.
His station by the sink was practically overflowing with steaming hot water. Bubbles and water dribbled over the edge, soaking the floor. Revolting chunks of food floated in the sink. What a waste! Irritated now, Gangle shut the tap off and went on a search. He could be very inconvenient to find most days, but Gangle knew this building better than anyone. Jax could not hide from her, it would be pointless.
Her eyes drifted to the supply cupboard, soap bubbles stained the door. Wow he was awful at this, it was almost laughable! But not really, the environment was not suited for tomfoolery.
“Oh Jaxxxx, there's dishes in the sink again. Where are-” She heaved the door open, slipping inside quickly. She flips the light on, exposing the rabbit.
“Oh s%$!#” Jax yelps in an embarrassingly high pitch, pitifully trying to hide himself.
A silicone spatula pokes crudely out from his trousers. Rather shockingly he'd been servicing himself with the equipment. He rips it out and discards the item, leaning on the counter trying to act casual. Barely able to suppress a noise of hurt.
“Well, this doesn't look like work” She chastised, glaring at the rabbit in annoyance.
She summons the pink flip phone from her pocket, sending Jax a sly look. His pupils shrink and he flings himself forwards, urgently slapping the phone from her hands. It explodes into countless pieces when it lands on the floor. Gangle's eye twitches in agitation.
“Gangle, I can explain!” He said frantically closing his zipper. ‘God out of all the times she could have chosen to come in, why now?’ Jax's image would never ever recover from such a lethal blow. He could feel his chest rapidly tightening.
“I had no idea you were such an embarrassing little freak Jax” She taunted, jabbing him in the chest. He twists away with a defensive snarl, tearing himself away in panic.
“Hey!” He yelps in offence, only he could say that! At least that's what he thought.
An agonising moment passes.
“Do you want help with that?”
‘WHAT!’
Jax makes a flabbergasted noise, covering his mouth with his hand. ‘Was this her absurd attempt at flirting?’ He pulls up a strained smile, his eyes narrowed harshly.
“How are you going to help crybaby?” He hisses, cocking his head to the side judgingly. Maybe the insult would deter her, it was unlikely however. She had been incredibly stubborn recently, maybe it was Zooble's influence. Still, Jax was not fond of the change.
“You'll see, if you want to” She narrowed her eyes suggestively. Her hands floating towards his chest. She stroked him in a circular motion, tempting him to continue.
“Stress can cause poor performance, don't you want to be a model employee?” The manager continued in a sing-song tone. The hairs on his neck rose.
Restlessly, his foot thumped up and down.
Jax could not resist.
Immediately he folded, giving her the signal to begin. He had not managed to come down from the incredible high that His earlier “session” had provided. All of the stress built up, his frustration and his discomfort. It rested under his skin, gnawing at him. Sweet release was his desire. The image of her flawless body wrapping him up in a luxurious bouquet of bliss refused to leave his mind. His face was bright red with shame.
Gangle was honestly surprised by his eagerness. But she wasn't complaining, she felt like doing more than just customer service today. The rabbit looked so unbelievably pent up ever since he came to the restaurant. He had not been the best employee, in fact he might have been the worst. But Gangle liked to imagine that his behaviour would improve with positive reinforcement.
Silently, she unclipped her belt, coiling it up in her hands like a whip. A devilish smile was sent in Jax's direction. His bottom lip quivered in anticipation.
“Don't tell anyone about this, or I'll tell everyone about your little blue sketchbook” He warned quietly
“You’re hardly in the position to make threats right now” She hums, delicately wrapping the belt around his slender neck, securing the buckle like a collar on a dog. She pulls him closer, his breath warm and light on her neck.
“Gangle” He exhaled slowly, ears dropping in submission.
Her ribbons trailed down his chest, smoothly stroking his thighs. An excited quiver crawls through his body.
“Please” He whines, barely audible.
“Please what Jaxxy boy, what do you want?” She teased her hand sliding further down. Edging closer to his sweet spot.
His cheeks flushed bright red and his ears shot up like arrows.
“Oh he's embarrassed, how cute!” Gangle giggled, retracting her hands to cover her mouth. It brought her great pleasure, seeing him in such a position.
Softly Gangle strokes his ears, he's surprisingly soft. The rabbit relaxes slightly against the touch. Closing his eyes for just a moment of bliss. Suddenly she removes his visor and flings it away. Unintentionally ruffling his fur, she smooths it down her hand.
With a firm jab, Gangle pushed Jax into the wall. Jax seethes quietly, his head flopping back resting against the wall. She yanks the collar to force eye contact. Her stare is intense for she was finally the one in control. The look suited her, for once he did not want to wipe that overconfident smile from her face.
She pushed up against him, her ribbons swirling down his clothing. A confident spark in her eyes, she grazes her hand over his crotch. He seizes up against the touch, trying not to show signs of pleasure too early. She showed signs of experience, experience that he lacked. Come to think about, where did she learn all of this?
Shyly he began thrusting into her, diverting his eyes with flustered shame. Roughly, Gangle pulled his face back. She had a challenging look on her face.
Jax studied the heavy rise and fall of her chest. The way the fabric clung to her chest. But was more interested in what he could find beneath her shirt. Realistically he knew what he would find. Nothing. But that did not stop him from considering it.
Jax gently holds the tie between his fingers, pulling her closer. The two share precious body heat, Jax syncs up with Gangle's light breathing. She presses a short kiss into his cheek, before releasing him. A hot breath escaped through his teeth as he slipped down slightly. The interaction was exhilarating, but intensely overwhelming. He'd never experienced touch this pleasant.
Gangle then disappears behind a closet door, searching through it. When she emerges, a broom is held in one hand and a full bottle of stupid sauce peeks out from her pocket.
She spins the broom around on her hand and cracks it upon her palm. The bristles tremble with suspense. ‘Has she had enough? Was it time to clean up already? Surely not!’
What on earth was she plotting?
A moist pop echoes through the room when the stupid sauces cap is removed. The relish lazily dribbles out.
“Oh god”
“There is no god here” She said menacingly, dipping the end of the broom deep into the bottle. It squelches and bubbles wetly. When she pulls it out; it's soaked and dripping.
“You ready bunny boy?” She whispers teasingly, the broom handle edging closer to his face. He could already feel his arousal building. Gangle was not finished, in fact she had not even started.
Jax desperately attempts to unzip his trousers, but his anticipation makes his hands shake. His foot thumps against the ground in frustration.
Leaning the broom against the counter. Gangle steps forward, delicately working to remove his clothes. She barely manages to fiddle with the zip before he starts whining. The zip glides slowly down, mockingly so. She was doing it on purpose! To build suspense, agitation or to satisfy some sick kink? He guides her hand down, impatiently pleading for her to touch him.
“Don't rush it!” She snaps, twisting his ears and pulling them down. He nods submissively, his pupils dilating. Sweat beads on his forehead.
When the garment falls, Jax lowers down his legs spread enticingly. He lacks any proper genitalia, but Gangle had found a way to make it work. He for some unknown reason, possessed a hole. One that was incredibly sensitive and could be used. It was only small, and Gangle found herself questioning why he had it. If they were forbidden from anything adult oriented, how did this slip through the filter? Either way, she did not mind. As long as Caine did not catch wind of this, everything should be fine.
Silently she slithers in behind him, massaging his shoulders whilst riding him like a bike. Her ribbons slipped under him and her hand circled around his tender crotch. Unsurprisingly, he was already moist with desire.
Without hesitation she grinded against him, her ribbons stiffening up. The hard bumping was enough to set him off. Soft pants and the squeaking of Gangle's leather shoes sliding against the floor filled the room.
Then she begins swinging her hips to build up momentum, the force causing Jax's joints to crack.
Then he feels it.
The silicone tip of the broom prods at his entrance. Dabbing at the sensitive skin nearby. Jax grunts and bucks, but he is getting nowhere.
“God, you're so tight!” Gangle huffs, driving the broomstick further into his hole. His body resists tightening up around the foreign object. Jax grunts, trying to relax himself. If he could just loosen up then this process would be much quicker.
With a mildly annoyed hum, Gangle slides the broom out with a wet squelch. Relief sinks deep inside of Jax's chest. He did want it, but the pain provided him no pleasure. Gloved fingers travel down, forcefully pushing up inside. Gangle pushes his hand away, providing his groin with a warning tickle.
One of Gangle's ribbons swim inside, stretching and rolling up like a ball of wool. It knots inside of him, refusing to exit. The other wraps tightly around Jax's abdomen, holding her securely in place. Heavily she thumps him into the group, the cold tile growing slippery with sweat.
He fails to suppress an immense wail when she pulls out leaving a snail trail behind. Now he's been prepared she can reintroduce the broom.
It was not possible in the digital universe, but it felt like his organs were going to fall out.
He slips down onto his chest, back arched in a shameless display of pleasure. He backs up trying to force the item inside of him quicker. He could wait no longer.
Gangle produces a disapproving noise, waving her finger in his face. She strokes away a tear that rested on his face.
A loud moan echoes through the room as the appliance fully crawls inside of him. It felt like his organs were being rearranged. Each cell feels like it is being pumped with pleasure. An electrifying sensation. Gangle speeds up, pushing in and out at a head spinning pace. Jax's vision blurs out when he cries her blessed name.
He just continued begging for more, each occasion louder than the one before. Vulgar cries of lust. Even Gangle was getting sick of his praise. Sure it was nice to not be constantly belittled. But the compliments were beginning to grow stale, meaningless.
He was being too noisy, if he didn't stop someone could discover them in the act. That would not be ideal. However she did not feel like verbally silencing him. No, she wished to control him and own him. Take back what he had so cruelly stolen from her.
Without warning she expels the broom, stupid sauce spurts out with force. Jax yelps in surprise, his head snapped back to glare daggers at Gangle.
“What was that-” He snaps before being cut off
She effortlessly pulls the tie from her neck, pulling it into his mouth. Forcefully, she wrenches him back like a horse wearing reins. His jaw clicks and he mumbles incoherently. Saliva dampens the fabric as she securely ties the knot.
His throat twitches when the fabric tickles the back of his mouth. He jolts forwards with a powerful gag. Unwillingly he choked down the bitter saliva floods his mouth. His eyes burn with tension. He detested the texture, but he could not voice his opinion right now. He just has to push it away with his tongue and try not to revolt. Making a mess would be frowned upon, Gangle would probably make him clean it up.
Heavily, she presses her boot into his chest. The scent of leather reaching his nose. Its laces tickle his neck. Jax tightens up, his chest rising ribs clear with strain. The manager perches on his back, twiddling with his ears. She easily unclips her trousers, allowing a ribbon to snake out.
It's swollen and solid, curled at the tip.
Gangle drops her weight on Jax, sitting on him. Her makeshift organ travels inside, thumping and pumping him impossibly full of electrifying eroticism. Gangle's head flops back as she clenches her jaw suppressing the lustful moans that rise in her throat. Her mouth cracks open with a strained whine.
Seizing the opportunity, Jax slides his tongue into her throat, it squirms and traces around in her mouth. The cold porcelain of her face provides slight relief from the heat. His fingers kneaded into her shoulders, lustful pushes and moans are significantly quieter this time.
Passionate pushes develop into overexcited thrusts. The friction and the heat is both unbearable and heavenly. Gangle's tip quivered inside of him, he squirms. Her “cock” jumps inside of him, massaging him internally. The corners of his vision blur and Gangle folds backwards, her spine on the ground.
The dam breaks and he rolls onto his side, pulling Gangle down with him. Forcing her to pull out, untying the knot. A high pitched squeak is shortly followed by a thump. Gangle lays sprawled out on the ground. Inviting Jax to coil his fingers around her and explore. Gracefully she rubs and caresses her chest.
Jax's hands venture beneath her clothes, greedily reaching inside.
Gangle's mask falls to the ground with a soft clatter, she reaches out to retrieve it. But Jax catches it and snaps it over his knee like it was a twig. Shards of it spray dangerously close to his face, swiftly he snaps one up concealing it in his shirt pocket.
Gangle's head drops with a heavy exhale and a desperate whimper. She dives down burying her face in his thighs, lapping up the sauce that stained him. The sharp tang and the overpowering scent is so exhilarating, she would be thankful if she drowned in it. She adores the sensation of it dripping down his thighs, trickling into her mouth. Smoothly sliding down her throat, welling up in her stomach. Her tongue ventures further, investigating his body. Intently searching for more. Despite the pleasing taste, she chokes and gags. Barely able to choke down the fluid rising in her throat.
Jax's hand tightens around her body, pulling her up to look at him. Jax looks Gangle in the eyes, she's never looked hotter. Her collar hangs loosely around her neck. Buttons undone, her shirt floats off lying in a distressed heap on the ground. Now partially nude, if she could even be considered as such.
To Jax he figure is like that of a goddess. Her silky ribbons are tight and enticing. As if they were pleading for him to venture inside. He wanted to be wrapped up in her breathtaking beauty. To become lost in her glory would be the greatest gift.
Impatiently, he tears down the gag. It hit the floor with a wet slap. Drool drips slowly down his chin, he does not bother to wipe it away.
Jax presses rough kisses into her neck, sucking her like a lollipop. Her “skin” tasted like the sweetest cherry. Pathetic whimpers rise in her throat. She is soon silenced when he pushes his tongue inside of her mouth. Glassy tears of pleasure drip down her face, dampening his chest. His tongue retracts from her mouth, thirstily lapping up her tears.
Gangle returns the favour by suckling at his neck, savouring his flavour once more. She latches onto him like a vampire, aggressively sucking his flesh. The sensation of his skin pulsing and his fur shifting beneath her tongue. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. Her spit connects with his skin when she pulls back to breathe.
Jax takes his thumb, slowly wiping away her saliva.
The rabbit forcefully shot up when he heard three urgent knocks at the door. Gangle shoots him an intense look before retrieving her clothes. Quickly she pulls her shirt and soaked tie back on. The fabric clings tightly to her back, highlighting her abnormal posture. Jax scrambles behind the cupboard door, focusing on silencing his breathing.
He starts to feel sick with pleasure but also worry. It was bad enough that Gangle had walked in on him during masturbation. But the mere thought of Pomni seeing him in such a revolting, vulnerable state made him feel light-headed. He rests his head against the door, floating away into the depths of his mind.
He felt disgusted, why was he so dependent on her? Ever since she arrived Jax had made it his mission to make her already dismal life a living hell. But this did not seem like his original objective? What was he doing? The idea of catching feelings for the bundle of ribbons was repulsive. But not entirely unlikely.
Did he want her for her body or something else? Zooble would come swooping in like a hawk if he even implied such perplexing feelings. Gangle had become growing close to the abstract character, what would that mean for him? He would have to move on or die alone, miserable.
“Are you okay in there Gangle, I heard banging…” Pomni asked concerned, her voice trailing off gradually. The jester held onto one arm with anxiety, Gangle had not realised just how loud they had probably been acting. Pomni was not stupid, she probably already knew. Damage control! Fabricate an excuse!
“I was just rearranging! No need to worry, just go back to your station, don't keep the customers waiting!” Pomni reached out to say something but was silenced by the heavy door slamming shut.
Gangle stormed over to Jax, absolutely livid.
“I told you that you were being too loud!” She hisses, retrieving the shard from Jax's pocket. Gangle lightly presses the sharp end into his throat, tracing a line in his neck. His fur parts but blood never arrives.
“Sorry okay, could you get that thing away from me” His pupils darted side to side anxiously, edging away from the fragment. Her intense look dies down, so does her jumbled breathing. The erratic scribbles in her eyes calm down.
“Why should I ? You look so pretty when you cower” She praises, tickling him under the chin.
“Is that a compliment or…?” Jax questions sarcastically, Gangle rolls her eyes and lays beside him. Jax rests his head on her chest, exhaustion pulling him down. His eyelids droop, threatening to fall. Gangle strokes his ears, a purr rumbles in his throat. His eyes close and he finally relaxes, loosening up in her hold.
“Until now I was a virgin” He admitted with an ashamed chuckle. Staring up at the ceiling, counting the tiles.
“Really?” Gangle hums in disbelief. Even though she was not actually shocked, he lacked most traits that would be considered desirable.
“Yeah, thanks for this” Jax confesses silently, normally he would not be caught dead thanking someone for something. But he found these circumstances to be quite different.
“I enjoyed it, this was the most real I've felt since I got here”
“Mhm, what time is it?” Jax asks softly
Gangle lifted her head lethargically to look at the clock. It read 5:45. Which meant 15 minutes until closing. She had only popped in to make sure he was working…
“Oh f-”