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There are some things that Pomni misses about the real world. 

Upon first entering the circus, she’d been so distressed and confused that she hadn’t even realized that she’d been not only stripped of her name, but also her secondary gender. 

And while Pomni didn’t miss the embarrassment of turning in her bi-yearly letter of paid rut leave, she did miss her ability to closely monitor the feelings of the people around her. 

Her keen nose and sharpened emotional intelligence made her great at fleeing uncomfortable emotional situations. It also made her great at knowing when someone was going to swoop in for a hug or bump of shoulders. 

As open as the other people were about their presentations growing up, Pomni preferred to keep to herself about those things. Not only did people already seem comfortable making their own assumptions about her, but they also tended to end up making fun of her once they’d realized. 

Pomni didn’t exactly fault them, but as a teenager, those jabs at her second gender used to end with her full out brawling with other alpha’s. She was pretty small, sure, and she had a fairly meek and friendly disposition. She’s always been a laid back person- someone who preferred to sit in silence in group outings and go on solo-dates. 

This made it very easy for other young alpha’s struggling to find their role in the alpha pecking order to try and pick on her. She seemed an easy enough target- if she sits back and takes most things in silence, then she wouldn’t fight back to being put in her place at the bottom of the pyramid… right? 

Wrong. 

Pomni is possessive. She’s observant, intelligent, nimble, and strong. She practiced self-defense for years up until high school, and hit the gym up regularly after that. Pomni doesn’t hate a lot, but she hates being treated like a child.

So yes. Pomni laid a lot of alpha assholes flat on their back- and she did it often.

When she graduated and got accepted into a University across the states, she decided she’d start all over. No more fighting. No more friends. Friends always ended up being weird with her and her designation, and she wasn’t the most social of butterflies anyways. 

The decision ended up being one of the best that Pomni ever made. She protected her peace, and led a fairly relaxed life after that. She realized at one point that she may never end up with a mate, and decided she was cool with that. She’d rather spend her days cuddling her cat and giving her inner alpha the mild adrenaline rushes it desired via urban exploration. 

Now though… 

Pomni pauses mid-laugh at one of Zooble’s jokes. She misses her old instincts. Now that she’s actually close with people who she’s very sure would accept her for her, she yearns for the opportunity to pack-scent all of them. 

Sure, they had their own families at home, but they’re trauma bonded now. There’s no getting rid of each other. Pomni is sure she wouldn’t accept it, and from the looks of things, neither would the others. 

Pomni hasn’t been in a pack since she left her family. It sounds kind of nice to do that again, but this time, with people who actulaly like her and accept her how she is. 

“Pomni?” 

Pomni jolts. 

Ragatha is looking at her with big, worried eyes. Zooble and Gangle are also staring, though they look more confused. 

Pomni blushes, caught zoning out. “A-Ah… sorry! I’m a little distracted…” 

“What’s on your mind?” Zooble raises an eyebrow. 

Pomni stands suddenly, accidentally startling poor Gangle, who was sitting next to her. 

“S-Sorry!” Pomni apologizes again, wringing her hands. “I just… had some memories all of a sudden. Kind of killed my mood a little…” She admits, purposefully keeping the details of her flashback vague. “I think I’m going to sit by the lake… I’ll rejoin you guys later.” 

Gangle adjusts her mask, which skewed when Pomni startled her. “I understand… that happens to me too.” She smiles meekly. 

“Being alone usually helps,” Zooble nods approvingly. “But don’t stay out too long. The sun still gets kind of weird around you after the last adventure.” 

“Right,” Pomni laughs wearily. Maybe the lake isn’t a good idea then… 

“Speaking of the last adventure,” Ragatha begins. “Has anyone heard from… y’know…” 

“Jax?” Gangle asks. 

Pomni takes that as her queue to leave. 

She doesn’t blame anyone at all for their feelings towards the unstable bunny, but she likes to consider him her friend. She doesn’t enjoy standing around while someone talks mad shit about her friends. 

Sure enough, she hears Zooble’s grumpy “I don’t care” echo after her as she flees the scene. 

Pomni has no strong feelings towards the interpersonal drama occurring between all of her friends, but she’s sure she would’ve shot this all down forever ago if she had managed to keep her secondary gender. 

Pomni hums a quiet tune to herself as she makes her way down the hallway to the kitchen. It’s very presumptuous of her to assume that any of them would even accept her as a packmate, let alone accept her as their alpha. Still, from what she can guess, none of them are alphas. The only potential obstacle that’s actually in her way is… 

Jax. 

Pomni purses her lips. 

She doubts that Jax would have any hand over her in getting permission from the pack- the others. She doubts the others would give their blessing to him to be their pack alpha. He’d throw a fit over the loss of control, probably, but he’d be fine. 

Pomni looks over her shoulder, before scurrying to the suggestion box. 

She’s heard of the other’s laments over missing their secondary genders all the time. Surely they wouldn’t mind if she just gave Caine a little push. 

She quickly scrawls her suggestion on a notecard, and hastily shoves it in the box. 

There. 

Caine never reads those anyways. Even more, he likely wouldn’t bring back something that has potential to start even more drama. 

She just wrote it down to make herself feel like she did something to fix the situation. 

That’s all. 

A few days later finds Pomni staring into Caine’s dejected face in shock. 

Caine, eager to do anything to win the approval from the humans back, had finally decided to gift them with a morsel of their regular lives. 

“I can’t give you your names back,” Caine told them nervously, tapping his fingers together. “But I found something that might make you guys a little happier here.” 

“Like what?!” Zooble explodes. Caine flinches. “You’ve been tormenting us for years, what do you think could possibly make up for everything you’ve done?” 

“Zooble’s right…” Gangle pipes up. She looks unusually serious, face clear of any overwhelming sadness for once. “And not only that, but you’ve been tormenting Zooble most of all… it’s not going to be easy to trust you again.” 

“That last adventure really hurt,” Ragatha adds, voice cracking. She tugs on a strand of her hair, eyes downcast. “I don’t want to go through that again.” 

“It’s not going to be anything like that!” Caine is practically tripping over himself to redeem what’s left of his relationship with them. “Because I’m taking your suggestions for this!” 

“You said that with the exit door,” Jax spoke up monotonously. 

The group tensed. None of them saw him come in. 

Jax was sat in the corner of the room, ears downturned in exhaustion. His expression was bitter- gone was the fake smile and mischievous glint in his eyes. 

They’d all seen him absolutely lose his shit last adventure. Pomni can guess why he stopped with the facade. 

“How is this going to be any different?” Jax presses. 

Zooble’s antenna twitches in anger. Pomni slides away from them anxiously. They’re dangerously close to throwing a huge fit- and while Pomni wouldn’t blame them, she’d rather not be right next to them when it happens. 

Gangle touches their shoulder gently. Zooble relaxes a smidge. 

‘Thank God for Gangle,’ Pomni mentally breathes a sigh of relief. 

“I promise you!” Caine insists vehemently. 

“Well, what is it?” Ragatha asks, not unkindly. 

“Well, you guys are missing what truly makes you humans… human.” Caine explains uneasily. “The digital circus was supposed to be a place where everyone was free from the stressors of everyday life!” 

“Okay…” Gangle sounds confused. “And how are you going to change that?” 

“Well…” Caine looks over both his shoulders. His paranoia around this whole thing is giving Pomni anxiety. “I figured that since my handlers have completely cut off communication with me years ago, it’d finally be safe to turn off some of the modifiers that I think wouldn’t throw you head first into abstraction.” 

“My interest is piqued,” Zooble sighs. They rub their nonexistent temples in an effort to calm themself down. “But please get to the point before I deck you.” 

Caine summons a piece of paper out of thin air. Pomni pales. 

Oh, fuck.

That’s definitely her suggestion card. 

“It’s come to my attention that you guys are feeling empty without your… secondary genders.” 

Caine sounds disgusted as he says it. “So, after careful consideration, I’ve decided to try and lift these bans and create character updates. For your p-” Caine coughs, trying his best to not sound too disturbed. “-pleasure…” 

SIlence. 

Pomni covers her mouth in shock. Her face is on fire. She cannot believe he actually listened.

She carefully asseses the reactions of all her friends. 

They all look unsure of what to do with the information. Ragatha is the first to try and offer a cautiously optimistic reply. “So we can be… packmates?” She sounds hopeful. 

Gangle perks up. “Oh! We can scent each other?” She asks, starting to sound excited. 

“Yes and yes!” Caine answers, delighted that the group seems to be taking positively to the announcement. “You may also engage in-” he pauses. “Activities!” He decides on. 

“Oh, fucking finally,” Zooble covers their face and sags. Gangle just barely manages to catch them before their knees give out. “Fuck,” they choke out. 

Caine looks startled. 

“Does engagement in these sorts of activities actually mean that much to you?” The ringmaster asks, genuinely curious. 

Zooble peeks through their fingers to give him a glare- though it’s lost some of it’s heat with how vulnerable they’re feeling at the moment. ”Yes!”

“Sexuality is extremely important to some people,” Ragatha explains, cheeks pink. “Zooble and Gangle have it especially rough. First, they lose their names, then their bodies, and then their sexuality… it’s a lot for someone to handle. Taking away all of the things that they use to express vulnerability and trust in one another can really mess a person up.” 

“I see,” Caine ponders. “Well, this should fix a little bit of that!” He chirps. “But I do have one small expectation from this rule, if you will.” 

Pomni furrows her brows. “Like what?” She asks. “It has to be reasonable, Caine.” She warns. 

Caine waves his arms innocently. “It is! It is!” He insists. “I just ask you guys keep the drama down a bit. All issues must be resolved within a few days or I’ll have to intervene.” 

“I can do that,” Pomni agrees readily. She puts a hand on her hip, and gestures over at the others with her thumb. “Don’t worry Caine. I can keep these guys in check.” 

Caine beams, overjoyed at the positive reaction to his new project. “Perfection! I’ll hold you to it!” He twirls. “Now, I have to tweak some more of the updates. You will get software updates overnight, so be prepared for tomorrow to be a big day!” 

With that, Caine disappears from the common room with a ‘pop.’ 

“You don’t seem to have any issues with this, Jax?” Ragatha asks, a small frown tugging at her lips. She looks suspicious. “I thought for sure you’d be the least likely to let that slide.” 

Jax’s ears flatten. He gives Ragatha a nasty look, but it’s quickly replaced with one of indifference. “Whatever. I don’t care. It doesn’t matter to me either way.” 

He turns around, and saunters out of the room. “Have fun fucking or whatever. I don’t care.” 

Zooble’s eye twitches. Gangle’s fists clench. 

Pomni sighs. “Well,” she starts slowly. “We’ll work on him. He needs some time.” 

“Well he can keep to himself, then,” Zooble growls. “I don’t know if I want to be in a pack with that loser anyways.” 

That’s not at all what Pomni wants to hear.

She purses her lips. Surveys the room a bit. 

The three seem to be in mild agreement. Kinger is clueless, as always, but even he seems to be aware of the tense atmosphere a little. 

“I’m sorry if this is insensitive,” Pomni starts gently. “But are any of you guys… alphas?” 

Ragatha answers her first, with a giggle. “Me? Oh no, definitely not!” She laughs. Pomni isn’t sure what’s funny. “I’m a beta. I’m very obviously not an Alpha.” 

“You could be,” Zooble tells her, seriously. “You’re from a different generation than us, but where I’m from, it's impolite to assume that of someone.” They chide. 

Ragatha balks. “Really?” 

Gangle nods, clasping her hands in front of her. “Mhm… that doesn’t stop a good chunk of people from doing it still…” 

“But they run the risk of looking like a loser when they do it publicly, now.” Zooble finishes. 

Something in Pomni heals a little bit at that. Yeah. Her friends are going to take good care of her. She’ll make sure to take even better care of them in return. 

“I’m a beta.” Zooble finally answers Pomni’s question. “I’ll be less… angry, hopefully, with those stupid peacekeeper instincts keeping me in check.” 

“I bet that was hard,” Pomni frowns. “To go from hormonal stability to losing all sense of emotional regulation.” 

Zooble sighs. “Yeah. It didn’t help that I was already on hormone regulators. Mine were imbalanced, growing up. Used to get in a lot of fights.” They cross their arms. “I feel like I’ve regressed, a bit…” 

“We’ll keep you in check, don’t worry!” Ragatha placates. “We want to see you succeed.” 

Zooble’s eyes turn gentle. “That means a lot,” they say earnestly. “I’ll try to live up to the expectations.” 

“You’ll do a good job,” Gangle pipes up kindly. “And as for your question Pomni, I’m not an alpha… I’m an omega.” She hugs herself anxiously. “But I… don’t really like alphas romantically… maybe if it was a very nice, very sweet alpha woman? But that's a lot of words… you can't really find that, anywhere.” 

Pomni smiles reassuringly. “And that’s perfectly fine, Gangle.” She reassures. “Alphas, especially alpha men, are overrated, anyways.” She nudges Gangle's shoulder gently. 

Gangle giggles. “Y-Yeah! Betas and omegas are better…” 

“I agree,” Zooble nods in agreement. “I also have control issues though… I could never try to fight for dominance in a relationship.” 

“This is all very embarrassing,” Ragatha hides her face. “Do you guys just… talk about sex like this in the newer generations?” 

Pomni giggles. “Yes, Rags.” She rubs her back reassuringly. “After your generation started popping out babies and getting STD’s like crazy because your parents thought sex was too taboo to teach you how to be safe with it." 

“Oop-” Zooble’s eyebrows shot up. Gangle slaps her hands over her mouth in an attempt to hide her incredulous laugh. 

Ragatha blinks. “Huh… you’re right!” 

“I know I am,” Pomni smiles cheekily. “How about Kinger?” 

“Kinger’s a beta,” Ragatha answers. “I know that one for sure. He told me, way back then… he was still a little unstable, but he was able to answer questions back then.” 

Pomni nods. She taps her chin as she ponders. This makes her, potentially, one of the only alphas in the circus. At least, one of the only competent ones, if Jax is actually an alpha. 

Pomni glances over to the hall he had wandered off in. 

There's no way he is. She's willing to bet that his big personality is his way of compensating for something. 

Classic. 

Pomni thinks back to the touches. The glances. There had been chemistry, before the awards ceremony. She'd made sure of it. She didn't want him to doubt her advances on him. One of the only things left over of her dynamic, perhaps, was her determination and boldness. 

Being a female, short, and and alpha meant that Pomni had to learn to have audacity. And she has the audacity to believe that Jax likes her too. 

She won't have to guess, soon. She'll be able to smell it on him. 

Her mouth goes dry. Her face warms. 

She can't wait… 

“What about you, Pomni?” 

Pomni startles. Thoughts of Jax leave her mind as she realizes she's being stared at.

Eloquently, she musters up a surprised “huh?” 

Gangle giggles. Zooble rolls their eyes affectionately. 

“What's your secondary gender?” Ragatha repeats herself, eyes crinkling in amusement. 

“Oh!” Pomni laughs nervously. She rubs her neck. “Oh well- I um- I-” 

Fuck. 

She suddenly finds herself tripping over her words. Two minutes ago, she was so confident that she’d be able to tell them no problem. 

Now, though…

Why is this suddenly so hard? 

Pomni falters under their expectant gazes. What if they react the same way all her peers had when she was younger? 

Zooble and Gangle both sounded pretty open minded about it… Ragatha seemed open to learning. 

“Are you okay?” Gangle asks worriedly. “You don't have to tell us.”

“You can wait until tomorrow,” Ragatha adds. She smiles reassuringly. “I promise we won't be weird about it, no matter the case.” 

Pomni takes a deep breath. Holds it. Releases it nice and slow. “No yeah, I- I guess I just have weird feelings about it.” She sighs. “I used to get in a lot of arguments about it with people when I was younger.”

“Ah,” Zooble’s eyes widen in realization. Pomni nods subtly. “I think I get it.”

Gangle's head whips between the two curiously. “Get what?” She asks eagerly. “This sounds juicy…” 

Pomni can't help it- she laughs. “Oh, Gangle,” she wheezes. “Never change,” she grins. 

Gangle pouts, unhappy with being left in the dark. She migrates over to Pomni, and grips onto her arms. “If you don't tell me, I'm going to shake you,” she threatens. 

“Alpha!” Pomni squeaks fearfully. She's seen the way Gangle loses her shit on Jax. She'd rather not be the victim of that. “I’m an alpha!!” 

Ragatha’s jaw drops. Gangle gasps excitedly. 

“No way!” Gangle gushes. “This is like that one doujinshi!” 

“Doe-jin-shi?” Pomni repeats confusedly.

“Yes!” Gangle beams. “A comic! I read one about nontraditional dynamics. It was one of my favorites! I printed it out and everything!” 

“Riightt,” Pomni has no idea what Gangle is talking about, but she's happy to see the ribbon girl so excited. “I'm… glad?” 

“We don't think any different of you, Pomni,” Ragatha chimes. She looks like she's turning the idea of Pomni being an alpha over in her head. “I can't say I expected that, but I don't know what I was expecting, to be honest.” 

Zooble nudges Pomni’s arm. “I can see it.” 

Pomni tilts her head. Excitement bubbles in her stomach. She's never gotten that one before. “Really?” She can't help sounding so hopeful. She hopes Zooble doesn't think she's fishing for compliments. “No one's ever said that to me before!” 

“Really really,” Zooble snorts. “And that's because they don't know you. You were forced to be vulnerable with us in order to survive. We know you a bit more than your classmates probably knew about you in your school years.” 

“That does make sense,” Gangle sounds enlightened. “You're very…” she makes a gesture at Pomni’s body. 

Pomni looks down at herself. “You just gestured to all of me.” 

“Exactly.” Gangle nods. 

“You're very sturdy,” Kinger says from behind her. 

Pomni yelps, and jumps away from him. “Kinger!” She cries. “When did you get here?!”

“You also have a very commanding spirit,” Kinger continues, as if he didn't just scare the daylight out of her. “Something about you radiates ‘protection.’ You care about everyone a lot, and always do your best to make sure that a bad day ends on a good note.” 

“He's right,” Ragatha nods. She's got her chin hooked in her thumb and forefinger, and she looks introspective. “You're always there. Ever since you've arrived in the circus, I can't have a bad day without you there trying to make things easier for me…”

“Oh my gosh,” Gangle's eyes got wide. “You're right, Ragatha!” 

Zooble turns their gaze on Pomni, who suddenly feels incredibly emotional. “See?” They say gently. “We're not mad. We're not doubting you. We see you.”

“What if I'm a bad alpha?” Pomni blurts, cringing internally at her insecurity making her voice crack. “What if I screw things up in the pack?” 

“You're not a bad alpha now,” Kinger tells her informatively. “You have been acting all the ways a good pack alpha would. Suddenly getting your instincts back won't make it worse, it'll just make you better.”

“I can't imagine Pomni somehow being a better alpha,” Ragatha hums. “That seems impossible.” 

“Very,” Zooble agrees, tugging a sniffling Pomni into his side. “She's going to do a good job.” 

Pomni can't keep it in anymore. The weight of all the praise she's getting just piles in on her at once, and she feels something in her heart crack and fall apart. 

She bursts into tears. 

“Oh no!” 

“Pomni-!” 

“Tissues, tissues!!”

Pomni had a hard time falling asleep, but she made it happen. 

The update won’t happen until she ‘resets’ for the night. The circus was buzzing all night, excited to wake up to a semblance of humanity for the first time in years, in most of their cases. 

The first thing Pomni noticed when she woke was how relaxed she felt. Like a piece of a puzzle just slotted itself back in its place. 

She rolls onto her back, and breathes a huge sigh of relief. 

Finally. 

The second thing she notices are all the smells. 

Her nose wrinkles briefly. She didn’t realize that she didn’t have any sensory input there, but now that she has it back, she wants it gone again. 

Through all of the weird plastic smells of the circus, however, she’s able to pinpoint some that smell more human. Her friends. And hopefully, by the end of the night, her packmates. 

Right! 

Pomni shoots up, eyes wide. 

She needs to ask them for permission to invite them to a pack. 

But first… 

Pomni cracks open her door. 

Something smells really good. 

Her teeth ache. Her eyes scan over all the doors in the hall, before locking in on Jax’s door. 

Bingo. 

Lavender. Espresso. Amber. 

It calls to Pomni like a beacon, and she shuts her eyes tightly. A shake of her head doesn’t do anything to stop the absolutely filthy thoughts that begin to creep into the corners of her mind. Five minutes of alphahood, and she’s already thinking with her dick. Pomni is better than that. She has to be better than that. 

She slowly steps out into the hallway, and strains her ears. Strange noises emulate from Gangle’s room. Zooble’s room is suspiciously empty, and their door is cracked. 

Warmth blooms across her face. Guess they didn’t waste much time with that, huh? 

“Psst.” 

Pomni jumps. Whips her head in all directions. 

“Over here!” 

No way. She furrows her brows, and directs her attention to Jax’s door. It’s cracked, and she can only catch a glimpse of half his eye. An (ungloved, shockingly) purple hand pokes out, and gestures for her to come inside. 

Oh, fuck. 

Pomni turns even redder. 

“Jax!” She hisses. “You know I can’t do that!” 

“I’m not asking,” he snarks, cracking open his door a bit more. His scent hits her like a truck, and she stops breathing. “That idiot- he didn’t stop to realize that he’d be launching us into fucking heat.” He seethes.

Pomni can’t help the skeptical look-over she gives him. “What do you want me to do about it?” 

“Just fucking come here! God!” 

He sounds abnormally desperate. Something warm stirs in Pomni’s gut. 

“If you shoot me or something, you’re dead,” she warns quietly. She hesitates, but ends up taking a few steps closer to his room. When she gets close enough to his door, his hand darts out. She barely has any time to react before she’s getting dragged through his door. 

”Jax-!!!”

“Shut up!” 

Pomni is thrown haphazardly into a beanbag chair. Her hat knocks clean off her head, landing in a heap on the floor with an embarrassing jingle. She rights herself quickly, and shoots him a nasty look. “What-” 

Jax attempts to sit on his bed, maybe for some higher ground- unfortunately for him, his legs wobble, and he collapses right at her feet. 

Her words catch on her next breath. 

Pomni pauses, and purses her lips. She takes a minute to look at him, really look at him. 

The bags under his eyes. The rumpled clothes. The vulnerability in his lack of gloves. The suspicious maybe-self inflicted scratch marks littering his body. 

She sighs. 

“What have you been doing to yourself?” Pomni asks earnestly. “You hurt us, and then yourself. What’s the point of all of this?” 

Jax looks away. Something in Pomni snaps. 

Pomni doesn’t realize what she’s doing until she's got his chin between her fingers. She yanks his face towards her, and forces eye contact. “Oh no,” Pomni tuts. “You’re going to face your feelings like a man,” she demands. 

Jax’s face is warm beneath her fingertips. His eyes dilate, and his mouth parts. 

Oh. Right. He’s in heat. 

She kind of forgot about that. 

Espresso coats the back of Pomni’s tongue as his scent spikes. Pomni shuts her eyes, and takes in a shuddering breath. Fuck, she’s definitely wet. 

She wants to ruin this man. 

But first. He needs to explain himself. 

“I’m waiting, bunny,” Pomni regains control of herself. “What’s the purpose of your behavior, huh?” 

Jax swallows thickly. She feels his throat bob beneath her hand. 

“Uh,” Jax stammers. “I don’t- know…” 

“Not good enough,” Pomni fires back immediately. Her grip on his face tightens. “Try again.” 

Jax’s jaw clenches. One of his hands comes up to grip her wrist, maybe tug it away, but she is delighted to find that he’s weak to her newly improved strength. She smirks. 

Oh, wow. It’s been a long time since she’s felt this way. She feels high- drunk from the look the pathetic man on the floor is giving her. 

“It’s a lot,” Jax finally answers. “Fuck, Pomni, what do you want from me? I don’t want to spill my guts to you.” 

“Here’s what I think,” Pomni hums. “You joined the circus young. You spent a lot of time here experiencing grief. Instead of leaning on others for support through it, you let the grief fester in yourself. With all the loss you’ve experienced here, you decided it’d hurt less if you pushed everyone away, so when they eventually left, you wouldn’t have to grieve for them on top of the friends you’ve already lost.” 

Jax glares at her. His face is getting pinker by the second, and his scent thicker. He’s losing himself, but Pomni can’t have that before he apologizes. 

“How’d I do?” Pomni urges him to answer, smiling cheekily. “You’re not hard for me to read, Jax.” 

“Fuck you,” he spits. “You don’t have me all figured out, or whatever you’re thinking.” 

Pomni tuts again. “Oh, but I do.” She lets go of Jax’s chin, and gets in his face. “You just aren’t used to that, are you? You’re used to being a dick to someone, and successfully scaring them away.” 

“Not true,” Jax growls. His growl sounds different post-update. Small, kitten-ish. 

Cute. 

Pomni assesses him carefully. “Let me ask you something.”

Jax glowers at her. “What.” 

Pomni glares at him. “Watch it,” she snaps. “I’ve been really, really patient with you, bunny. But you’re going to irritate me if you keep this up.” 

Jax’s ears flatten. He pulls his knees to his chest, and looks away with a scoff. 

“As I was saying,” Pomni tries again. “You’ve been trying to push me away for months. It’s not working. Why won’t you just give it up, already?” 

Pomni waits patiently for Jax’s response. Her question seems to have struck a chord with him, because he deflates before her eyes. 

His eyes wander the carpet for a bit, and Pomni lets him figure out how he’s going to answer her. 

“I can’t stop,” he eventually answers. He sounds grumpy that she won’t stop asking him questions. “I don’t want to stop, either.” 

Pomni observes him for a minute, and carefully chews over what he said. She’s old enough to have gone through the whole ‘pushing people away’ bit multiple times, and she can’t say it felt very good. It was isolating, but after some point, it became addicting. 

“Pushing people away feels good. Bad, but good. Right?” Pomni clarifies. 

Jax doesn’t answer her. He just shrinks even further into himself, and glares at her through the floppy ears covering his face. 

Exactly what she thought. 

“You’re addicted to hurting yourself now, huh?” She smiles wryly. “That makes sense. You really got to start communicating more, you know,” she pokes him with her foot. He twitches. 

“I won’t confirm or deny anything,” Jax insists stubbornly. “I brought you in here because I know you were the one to suggest the dynamics back.” 

Pomni shrugs. “Yeah. Not embarrassed to admit it.” 

“You should be,” Jax hisses. “This is embarrassing.” 

“Why didn’t you object, then?” Pomni tilts her head. “We tried to give you an out.” 

Jax doesn’t have an answer for her. She didn’t expect him to. 

Pomni lets him stew in silence for a bit, before reaching forward and nudging one of his ears out of his face. He shoots her a startled look. 

“Huh?” 

“You know,” Pomni smiles at him, sunnily. “I’m glad you didn’t object to us getting our dynamics back.” 

“What for?” Jax’s eyes lock in on her own, confusedly searching for answers to her sudden change in behavior. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Pomni giggles. He bristles. 

“What?” He asks again, snippishly this time. “What’s so funny?” 

“You smell good,” Pomni finally answers with a cheeky smile. 

Jax’s jaw drops. He stares at her, stunned silent. 

Pomni watches in real-time as pink slowly crawls from his shoulders all the way up to the tips of his ears. It’s comical, cartoony- ridiculous. It’s so very Jax. 

“Huh?!” Jax finally exclaims, dumbfounded. “Me?!” 

Pomni raises a brow. 

“Yes…?” She answers. “That’s what I just said.” 

“Dude,” Jax hisses. “You’re hormonal. No sane person, alpha, would ever think I fucking smell good.” 

Pomni feels a bit offended. Her brows furrow almost immediately, and she crosses her arms in irritation. “Hey,” she frowns, “I decide who I think smells good. And it’s definitely you.”

“Then you’re nuts,” Jax responds, quick as a whip. He doesn’t even entertain the idea. “You should like, give Ragatha a chance or something. She’d fall over for someone to praise her and call her their bitch.” 

“Jax,” Pomni says seriously. Irritation wells up from within her, and she does her best to frantically stomp it down. The others haven’t seen this side of her- it was the only blessing of not having her dynamic. She’s not even terribly short-tempered ordinarily, but Jax is incredibly talented at pulling that reaction from even the sweetest of people. “I have been trying to get in your pants for two months.” 

There. He won’t be able to refute that. 

For a minute, all Jax can do is stare at her, mouth slack. 

Pomni fidgets a bit, some of her previous confidence draining out of her a bit. ‘Oh, no…’ she thinks self consciously. ‘He’s fragile. I think I broke him. I pushed him too hard.’ 

“Are you serious,” Jax finally deadpans. “There’s no fucking way.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Pomni bristles, slightly hurt.

“I’m a fucking loser,” Jax tells her earnestly. His eyes are the clearest they’ve been in Pomni’s entirety of knowing him. He doesn’t sound self deprecating at all- in fact, he sounds 100% self-aware. “I almost trapped us here forever. I don’t know how to take a compliment. I’m allergic to friendship.” 

“Lies,” Pomni shoots back. She pauses, and thinks a bit more. “Well… you are kind of a loser.”

“Genuinely,” Jax nods solemnly. “And to be honest Pomni, you are way too fucking cool for me. Like, actually.” 

Pomni can’t help but feel a little flattered, her cheeks warming at the sincere compliment. “Not true!” She protests weakly, crossing her hands repeatedly in an ‘x’ motion. 

Jax isn’t hearing any of it, though. “Too true,” he argues back, brow raising. “Dude, everyone fights for your attention here. Why do you think you can never get a minute to yourself?” 

“That is so embarrassing,” Pomni whines, her face falling in her hands. “There’s nothing cool about me. I don’t have any friends out there, either…”

Jax scoffs, and rolls his eyes. “Say that all you want,” he points at her. “You’re cool here. And everyone here begs for your attention and praise. So out of everyone, I should not be the one you settle for.” 

Pomni raises her head, and narrows her eyes at him. “Settle-?” 

“Yes, settle,” Jax snaps. “You’re settling. There’s two betas and an omega out there, go do your alpha sniffy thing around them and court them instead.” 

Pomni pouts. Jax is so hot-and-cold, it’s sometimes hard for her to keep up with him. She can take the challenge, though. 

“I don’t want them that way, though.” Pomni huffs. “Ever thought of that?” 

“You’re delusional,” is all Jax has to say to her. 

Pomni’s eye twitches. “I’m serious. I’ve been flirting with you nonstop for the past few months. Not them.” 

Jax’s shoulders hunch up, and he curls his arms around his stomach. He must be cramping. He doesn’t seem to be bothered all that much by it- he just seems mildly bothered by Pomni, instead. 

‘I can take care of it,’ a voice whispers in the back of Pomni’s mind. She attempts to stamp it down, but her eyes linger on Jax’s neck. His scent glands are swollen. 

Pomni’s mouth waters. 

‘I can make him feel better.’ That traitorous part of her brain whispers, again. 

Jax shoots her an alarmed look. Her scent must have spiked with her thoughts. 

Pomni slaps her hands over her scent glands, mortified. She used to have such good control of herself. Her cheeks feel hot, and she can’t help but feel betrayed by her own body. 

“Uh…Pomni?” 

“Shut up,” Pomni hisses, face burning. She suddenly can’t stand being sat anymore- she shoots up from her spot in Jax’s beanbag chair, and paces a bit. “It’s hard to be in the same room as you, right now.” 

Jax watches her with wide eyes. “Huh?” He asks stupidly. 

Pomni pauses. Turns on him. He’s still sat on the floor like a sad, pathetic lump of a man. He’s at perfect dick height. Pomni covers her face with her hands at the thought, and takes a deep breath. 

Big mistake. She practically chokes on his scent. 

“Jax,” she says slowly. “I need to leave. Right now.” 

Jax is clearly shaken by the request. “The fuck?” He exclaims. “Mid-conversation?” 

“I don’t think you understand,” Pomni stresses. “I like you. I really, really like you.” 

“Yeah, you said that-”

“-And you’re completely and totally allowed to reject me, or take your time getting used to my advances in the future, but being in your room while you’re in heat is driving me up the walls.” 

“Oh,” Jax mutters. He looks enlightened, as if Pomni’s situation just clicked in his head. 

Pomni turns on her heel, and stalks over to his door. “So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go to my room and hide away for the day.” 

”Wait!”

Pomni’s hand barely makes it to the handle before Jax has a hand weakly gripping onto her ankle. His cry of desperation shakes her to her core- never has she heard him sound like that. 

She glances behind her. 

Jax is still on the floor, but he somehow got his legs working for just enough time to support his weight as he launched himself across the floor. His hand is warm and trembling, and her eyes catch onto a damp patch in his pink overalls. 

She glances into his eyes. He looks embarrassed, but determined. 

“Don’t go…” Jax whispers. “Stay.” 

Pomni swallows thickly.

“Are you asking me to…?” 

“You like me,” Jax frowns. “For some stupid fucking reason. I don’t know. Either way, I-” 

Jax pauses. Frowns. 

Pomni kneels down to get to his height. She hesitates, but grabs the hand on her ankle in her own gloved hand. 

“I don’t. Hate you.” Jax forces himself to finish his sentence.

Pomni giggles. “You sound tortured, you know.” 

“I was flirting back.” Jax growls, clearly unhappy with Pomni making fun of him. 

“I know,” Pomni smiles, gently. She reaches out and holds his cheek in her palm. His fur stands on edge slightly at her touch, and Pomni’s heart squeezes in her chest. 

Jax’s eyes flutter, and lavender seeps into the air around them. He slumps into her hand. 

‘Cute,’ Pomni squeals internally. ‘I’m going to eat him up.’ 

“I was just trying to get confirmation before I ruin you,” Pomni tells him nonchalantly. 

Jax’s eyes shoot open, and his brows furrow in confusion. He’s definitely wondering if he heard her right. “Wait,” he picks his head up. “What-?” 

Pomni wastes no time. She tackles him onto his back, pushing a startled cry from his mouth. She swallows the sound down with a kiss, and forces her knee between his legs. 

“Pomni- wait-!” Jax curses, wriggling around. “What the fuck-” 

“You didn’t let me leave,” Pomni cuts him off, ripping her gloves off. “You begged for me to stay, then told me you like me.” 

Jax continues to squirm, but he doesn’t get anywhere beneath Pomni’s grip. 

“Now you want me to wait?” Pomni grips his chin, and he hisses at the roughness of it. Pomni would consider being gentler, but she feels the way his legs make a pitiful attempt at squeezing together. Too bad her knee is in the way. 

Not.

She forces her knee even closer to his heat, and relishes in the way he stills. She leans into his neck, and nuzzles close to his scent gland. “You shouldn’t have teased me,” she whispers, sickly sweet. 

Jax shudders, and tries to hide his neck from her. She doesn’t let that happen. She grips onto his ears in one hand, and yanks his head to the side to get a better angle of his neck. Jax chews on his lip, determined to not let any noises slip. 

Pomni is so obsessed with the challenge he presents to her. She never took the easy route in life, and now that she thinks about it, it makes sense to her that that would extend into her dating life as well. 

Jax isn’t used to being vulnerable. He hates it. He fights back, tooth and nail, until the very end. 

Pomni is excited to see it. 

Pomni’s teeth ache at the sight of his swollen glands, and she can feel the drool build up in her mouth. Ordinarily, in the human world, the drool contains pain relieving chemicals that make it easier for an appha’s partner to take a bite. She wonders if that still applies here, too. 

Pomni slowly eases her body onto his, and allows herself a little lick. The oils gather on her tongue, sweet and fragrant. She can’t help the little satisfied hum that escapes her at finally being able to taste him. 

Jax chokes down a whimper. 

Pomni attaches her mouth to his neck, and sucks. 

Jax jolts, accidentally grinding into her knee in the process. “Oh, fuck-” He gasps, one of his hands scrambling to grab on to her back. “What the fuck-?” 

Pomni pulls herself off his neck with a ‘pop,’ and giggles. “Feels good, huh?” She teases. She licks her lips, and runs her tongue over her canines. She wants to bite him so bad, but she won’t. 

Yet. 

A glance down at Jax’s crotch against her knee has her dizzy with want. He’s soaked through his pants, and it's taking every ounce of Pomni’s self control to not rip all of his clothes off. 

Pomni distracts herself by nipping at the other side of his neck. Just a nibble. Not a bite. 

“Mmph-!” Jax’s hands tighten their grip on her leotard. His hands shake. 

“You've been in heat for so long,” Pomni whispers. She licks over his scent gland, trying to show it as much love as she had the other one. “Have you touched yourself yet?”

“Wh-” Jax gasps as Pomni sucks hard at his neck. “What the fuck kind of q-question is that?!” 

“A sane one,” Pomni replies, pulling herself off. She begins to nip teasingly down his neck, every nibble making the body beneath her jerk. “Answer me.” 

“Y-Yes, I did, because I'm not nuts!” Jax hisses. “Who wouldn't?” 

Pomni sucks at his collar. Jax shudders. 

“So why are you still dressed?” She asks him. Her voice sounds unusually dark, and Pomni’s hands shake slightly at the effort it's taking her to be good. She's never so demanding, so dominant- but with her instincts back and a squirming, wanton, pathetic man begging for her with just his scent, she's struggling to keep herself in check. 

Pomni always was a little violent during her ruts, back in the human world. 

She'd turn in her paid leave forms, scramble home, and tear up any pillows and blankets she'd get her little claws on. The week would be a blur of want and the sound of her nails ripping into yet another pillow. Pomni never thought of how she'd fix that when it came to her future mate, because she was sure she'd never have one. 

“I didn't want to be naked when I decided to corner you?” Jax answers her, audibly confused. 

One of Pomni's hands dart up, and grip at the base of one of his ears. Jax freezes. His pupils dilate. 

Oh. 

Pomni observes as his body slowly eases into a puddle. His scent explodes through the room. 

She must've triggered a switch. 

“Oh bunny,” Pomni shakes her head. “What I meant to say is… take off your clothes.”

Jax hurries to follow her command. She watches hungrily as he drops the shoulders of his overalls off, and wiggles out of the offending fabric. Bit by bit, more of his body is revealed to her, and she drinks it all in. 

Pomni takes a long second to admire the length of his legs. She thinks that may be one of her favorite parts of his body. 

His tail twitches, and it catches her eye. 

Hm… 

That too. She likes his tail too. 

Pomni licks her lips, and drags her eyes up his body to his face. His cheeks are red, as well as his neck and ears. He’s avoiding her gaze, and his eyebrows are turned down slightly, but the wet sheen between his legs and his wanton scent gives him away. 

He’s liking this. 

Pomni slowly unbuttons her leotard, and lets it fall to her ankles in a heap. Jax’s pupils grow wide, and Pomni can’t help the little smile that spreads on her lips as she relishes in the feeling of being wanted. 

She’s not used to being looked at this way. She kind of likes it. 

Pomni’s leg warmers are off next, then her hat, and shoes. She's completely bare to him in no time, and she feigns confidence as she stands before him in her most vulnerable state of being. She hopes, maybe, if she looks like she's sure of herself then Jax won't be too anxious. 

Pomni almost misses Jax’s tongue peeking out to lick his lips, and she's glad she doesn't- it gives her an idea of what he wants. She grabs his hand, and leads him to her bed. 

A half-built nest rests upon his mattress, and it's kind of pitiful. He doesn't have enough blankets or pillows to fully build it to his liking, and no gifts from packmates to make the isolation easier on him. Pomni frowns a bit, and makes a mental note to pester Caine for some more nest materials when she's done with Jax. 

Jax walks past her and throws himself into his nest. “Don't look so hard,” he grouches. “I didn't have much to go off of.” 

“I'm not judging,” Pomni hurries to reassure. “I was just thinking that I definitely have to ask Caine for more supplies later. I bet Gangle's having a bad time with her nest, too.” 

Pomni definitely said something wrong, because Jax’s eyes turn stormy. He glares at her. “Gangle doesn't matter right now,” he says hotly. “You have me naked in front of you. In my nest. You shouldn't be thinking about her.” 

Pomni softens. ‘Yikes,’ she can't help but internally curse herself for her dumbness. She definitely forgot there's an etiquette to this thing.

“I’m sorry,” Pomni apologizes, earnestly. “I forgot that there's some things I shouldn't say when I'm in this kind of… situation.” 

“Don't apologize to me,” Jax leans back against a pillow, and lets his legs fall open. Pomni’s mouth dries at the sight. “Just don't do it again. And stop talking. Put your mouth to good use.” 

Pomni doesn't need to be told twice- she dives into his nest, and hikes his long legs up with her hands. His scent is strongest down here, and Pomni takes a second to soak it in. Notes of amber invade her senses as she spreads him open before her. 

Looks like Caine browsed the internet forums pretty well. Male omegas are almost always intersex (with the exception of medical mutations and trans male omegas, of course.) Their cock is on the smaller side, and their semen is mostly sterile. Something something, evolution, something something omegas used to be female and almost went extinct- Pomni never paid attention in her biology classes. 

Right beneath Jax’s cock is a sopping wet pussy, which clenches hard around nothing as Pomni stares at it. Her mouth waters. Jax twitches, visibly inpatient. 

“Pomni-” Jax starts, irritated, only to gasp as Pomni finally, finally licks a stripe up his cock.  It fits nicely in her hand, which she likes, and is small enough that she'll be able to fit the whole thing in her mouth with no problem at all. 

So she does. 

She wastes no time in dragging him into her mouth, and relishing in the feeling of his hands scrambling for purchase in her hair. 

”Mmnn-!”

Pomni closes her eyes as Jax’s whimpers play like music in her ears. 

She works up a rhythm pretty quickly. She takes him in fully, and sucks. Pre drips onto the back of her tongue, and she groans softly. She sucks again, and is rewarded with more. 

She had no idea she was into that. She kind of wants him to cum in her mouth. 

Jax writhes beneath her, and his leg attempts to jerk out of Pomni’s hand. She tightens the grip she has on both his thighs, and uses her strength to drag him closer to her.

“Jesus, Pomni-!” 

Pomni ignores him, and drags her tongue around his tip. 

‘He’s been so pent up,’ she thinks excitedly. ‘He’ll cum in no time.’ 

“Pomni!” Jax exclaims again. 

Pomni pouts internally, and opens her eyes. She glares up at him, and reluctantly pulls her mouth off his cock. “What?” She asks snippishly. 

Jax glares back at her through watery eyes, his face redder than a strawberry. “You’re too far.” He snaps. “I can’t…” he pauses, and works his jaw a bit. Pomni waits as patiently as she can, because she knows it’s taking a lot for him to be vulnerable right now. She glances down at his cock, where pre beads heavily at the tip before dripping down the side. She swallows thickly, but forces her stupid alpha brain to focus on the man beneath her. 

Jax finally sighs, and looks up at the ceiling. “I can’t smell you,” he forces out. “When you’re down there.” 

Oh. 

Pomni’s heart hurts a bit at the admission, and she resists the urge to crush him like a little grape. He’s… cute. She didn’t take him for the clingy type. 

Pomni almost wants to make fun of him for it, but she bites her tongue when she realizes he’s working really hard to be open with her. 

“I can fix that,” Pomni smiles devilishly. 

Jax opens his mouth to ask what she has in store, but all that escapes him is a yelp of surprise as Pomni begins to manhandle him in a certain position. 

She disappears from his sight for a split second, and before his internal instincts begin to scream at him that he’s been abandoned, Pomni’s pussy is right in his face. 

“Choose where you want to put your mouth,” Pomni tells him, already lowering her face close to his cock again. “I won’t complain.” 

With that, she dives back into her previous job of trying to get Jax to cum in her mouth. 

She doesn't get much from Jax for a minute, other than his wiggling and choked gasps, but she waits patiently for him to get the courage to do something. Sure enough, she feels him hesitantly lick at her cock, which he'd been eyeballing earlier. 

Pomni hums happily, and rewards him with another hard suck. 

Jax jolts, and the movement makes him take more of her in his mouth than he clearly expected. He chokes, but doesn't pull back- he's stubborn like that. He probably thinks it'd make him look bad to pull away. 

Pomni wishes he were more vocal. She didn't think he'd be so shy about making any noises, but he continues to prove her assumptions about him wrong. 

She'll have to fix that. 

Pomni moans quietly as she feels Jax’s throat constrict around her. She bobs her head faster, and swallows around him. 

‘Please,’ she thinks desperately. ‘Please cum, please, please, please…’ 

Jax twitches. His back arches, and he begins to squirm. He attempts to pull off her cock, but she shoves her hips closer to his face to prevent him from running away. 

“Mmph-!” Jax whines. “Nn!” 

Pomni's hard work is rewarded. Jax groans around her, and the vibrations reverberate through her core. She moans and grips Jax’s hips as he spills down her throat. 

Jax continues to grunt and thrash beneath her as she sucks him dry, trying to not waste a single drop of the omegas seed. Her grip on him is tight and unrelenting, and Pomni can only think about how sad it is that his fur is going to cover up any bruises she leaves on him. 

Slowly, Jax begins to go lax beneath her as he rides out the rest of his orgasm. It's only when he's completely limp does Pomni release him from her hold on him.

Pomni switches positions so she's sitting on his stomach, looking down at his face. His eyes are half lidded, and his pupils are huge. His scent has mellowed out significantly as well. 

“Poor bunny,” Pomni teases. “You must've really needed that, huh?”

Jax doesn't respond. He just slowly blinks up at her. 

Pomni tilts her head. “Are you… okay?”

Again. No response. 

Pomni jumps when Jax’s chest begins to vibrate. The vibrations work up into a small rumble, and it takes Pomni an embarrassing amount of time to realize that Jax is purring. 

Bunnies don't purr. Omegas on the other hand… 

Jax’s eyes close. He shifts around a bit so she's not sitting on his chest anymore, hikes his legs up, and gently presses his sopping pussy against Pomni’s dick. 

Pomni nearly passes out. 

Heat rushes to her face, and she can't rip her eyes away from his face. He's almost completely gone to his heat, now. His inner omega must be satisfied with the orgasm she gave him, so he's completely relaxed. 

He's trusting her to give him more and not fuck it up.

It’s an extremely weird sight to see as Pomni. 

It's a fantastic sight to see as an alpha.

Pomni feels like she's fighting herself as she watches him grind against her. On one hand, she feels like she's not really fucking Jax. Her feisty, complete dickhead, theatre kid of a best friend has vanished, leaving behind this purring puddle of goo. 

On the other hand, this is Jax now, too. He's been a clingy friend, up until their last adventure. That never changed. His instincts just made it harder for him to hide. Up until now, he’s built a slightly rocky trust with her, which is something she worked hard to nurture, too. If there's anyone who his instincts would trust to take care of him in such a vulnerable state, it'd be her. 

It's flattering. 

It's frightening.

Pomni doesn't realize she's been spacing out until Jax’s brows furrow, and his eyes open. He glares at her, and growls lowly in his throat. 

Fuck. Right. She's supposed to be doing something. 

“Sorry!” She smiles sheepishly. 

Jax doesn't say a word. He just glares harder, and slots their heats together. 

Pomni chews on her lip, and takes a deep breath. His warmth is inviting, and when he grinds his hips, it makes a lewd slick noise. The sound makes Pomni blush. 

She wants him so bad. 

Pomni grips herself, and drags the head of her cock down to his opening. Jax’s eyes flutter, and he stills. 

“Hey, Jax…” Pomni worries. “Are you… sure about this?” 

Jax rolls his eyes. Still not speaking. 

Knowing Jax, he must’ve lost speech the second he got overwhelmed. Still, even though he lacks the ability to speak with words, he doesn’t hesitate to communicate with actions instead. 

Jax cants his hips down. The tip of Pomni pops right inside him. 

Pomni gasps. Jax sighs in relief. 

Pomni watches, entranced, as Jax pushes himself up to his elbows. One of his hands still holds one of his legs up, and he uses the leverage to rock his hips down. He takes more of her in. 

Pomni bites her lip, using every ounce of self control she has to keep herself still. His heat pulses around her as he takes more and more of her inside. Jax pauses for a split second, presumably hitting an obstacle making his ability to take her in all the way difficult, and his brows furrow. 

“Are you… okay?” Pomni asks, hesitantly.  She’s a petite woman. She’s not exactly huge. 

Then again, Jax may be tall, but he’s small in all the other ways. He’s so skinny that she can probably fit both her hands around his waist and her fingers will touch. She can wrap one of her whole hands around both of his wrists. His thighs don’t touch. Ordinarily, on a human, that would totally freak her out. But he’s a cartoon rabbit, so she’s not sure how normal that is in this case.

Hm. Maybe it does make sense that he’d struggle taking her in, then. 

Jax nods stubbornly to her question, and growls quietly. He lifts his hips a bit, before he slams himself back down, this time taking her all the way in. Their skin makes contact with a firm ‘slap,’ and his cunt presses snugly against Pomni's navel. 

“Ah-!” Pomni cries out, surprised. “J-Jax!” 

Jax pants heavily, his eyes half lidded. He’s tight, so much so that Pomni folds over him and grips onto his hips tightly in an effort to ground herself. She desperately attempts to gain her bearings, hiding behind her hair in an effort to not look at him. Unfortunately, this brings her gaze directly to his cunt. 

She gets a full, uncensored view of Jax twitching around her. Slick drips down from where they're connected, and soils the sheets of his nest below them. 

Pomni loses it. 

Growing up, she never, ever wanted to lose herself to her instincts. Pomni has worked extremely hard for years to control her feral inner alpha. Too many problems came with being so feisty. She convinced herself that she didn't need that dominance- that her hot headedness and need to stand on top of her peers was narcissism and control issues. Being an alpha was no excuse to act like an animal. 

All of that feels like it's slipping right through her fingers. All because of one stupid, insecure, pathetic purple bunny. 

Pomni's head grows cloudy as she watches Jax’s hole suck her in. She feels her teeth ache with the need to bite him and claim him as hers. She replaces the hand he was using to hold up his leg with her own, and keeps her free hand on his left hip. 

“Jax…” Pomni whispers, running her tongue over her canines. 

Jax makes an exasperated noise, clearly unhappy with the lack of action, and looks at her expectantly. 

“The safe word is… bubble.” 

Jax has no time to react to her warning before she's dragging him impossibly closer to her hips. She pulls out, and fucks right back into him hard.

Jax makes a punched out noise, and Pomni loses herself to her instincts. 

She fucks him hard. She fucks him fast. 

She watches as his ability to hold his noises back begins to falter. Slowly, he begins to cry out every time she fucks into him. His nails tear at the nest beneath them. 

Pomni pants. She slows her rapid pace to grind her hips in small circles into him, and hums happily when he arches and whines. 

“Good!” He grits out, legs shaking.

“Good spot?” Pomni coos. She can barely recognize her own voice. She slaps her hips into him again. Jax’s walls tighten around her. “You're so tight, Jax…” 

“Shut up!” He whimpers. He shakes harder as she rolls her hips into the spot mercilessly. “Haah-!” 

“You're in no shape to be talking to me like that, omega.” Pomni scolds, gripping onto one of his ears. Jax goes tense beneath her. “If you don't behave, I'm going to stop.” 

Jax’s eyes shoot open. His scent grows scared. “No!” He yelps. “Fuck! No!” 

Pomni croons. “Then be good. Okay, bunny?’ 

Jax frowns, eyes wet. He doesn't say anything at first. 

Pomni frowns. She gently rubs the ear she has in her grip. “Okay?” She repeats. 

“Okay,” Jax mutters, pouting. 

“Not used to being put in your place, huh?” Pomni giggles. She thrusts hard into him, once, and relishes in the surprised grunt she pulls out of him. 

Jax bites his lip, clearly holding back a retort. Pomni smirks.  

“Do you hear that?” She whispers. She thrusts into him again. 

Squelch 

Jax’s face turns red. 

“You're so wet.” Pomni’s grip on his leg and hip tighten. “You must’ve really needed this, huh?” She teases with a sadistic giggle. 

God. 

She’s so gone. 

“Sh-Shut…!” Jax starts, but cuts himself off. 

He's clearly thinking of her earlier threat. 

Good. 

Pomni coos, pleased. Her chest rumbles, and she briefly registers through her brain-fog the mantra of ‘good boy’ repeating in her head. 

“That's right,” Pomni gently pets the ear she's holding. “Good job. Be nice, and you get rewarded.” 

Jax’s ears droop a bit, embarrassed at the way she’s treating him. He averts his gaze to the polaroid wall beside him, and trembles.

Pomni pulls herself closer to his chest, adjusts her legs, and begins to fuck into that spot that got him whining so much earlier. 

Jax's eyes roll back. His pheromones become heavy with need almost immediately, and Pomni fixates her gaze to the swollen glands on his neck. 

Her teeth hurt. 

Her teeth hurt. 

Need… she needs… 

“Ahh…” Pomni moans, quietly. Her breath escapes her in heavy, short bursts. Her jaw drops open as she works her cock into him, and she can feel herself dripping down her legs. 

He’s so good. They fit together so perfectly, she can’t help but think deliriously. Like they were made for each other. 

Her jaw aches. Her head spins. 

She feels her canines fully extend, and drifts the hand she has on Jax’s hip to his cock. She grips it in the palm of her hand, and relishes in the loud yelp she’s rewarded with. 

He’s so vocal now… 

For a minute, all Pomni hears is the sound of their skin slapping together and the almost pained whimpers from the omega beneath her. She knows what he's feeling- she's fingered herself enough times to know that the spot she's hitting feels good. 

Pomni bites back a whimper as he pulses around her. He makes her feel so good, and all he's doing is letting her fuck him. 

“You’re doing so good,” Pomni praises. Her speech sounds slurred, not used to talking while her canines are fully out. Jax answers her with a drawn out groan, his back arching prettily. Pomni swipes her thumb over the head of his cock, and she purrs happily when he wails in response.

She feels the edge of his hole begin to catch as she pistons into him. Excitement bubbles in her chest as she realizes she'll get to knot this stubborn bunny- and soon.

Jax also seems to realize what's happening. His hips meet hers eagerly, and his scent turns sweet with want. This is what he's been craving ever since the update was processed. He wants a knot, and he wants it now.

Jax’s head falls back, and he bares his neck. 

Pomni’s heart skips a beat. 

“W-Wait,” she gasps, hands darting up to her mouth. She slows down her relentless pace in an attempt to stop, but Jax doesn’t let her. He wraps his long legs around her waist, and yanks. 

Pomni falls onto his chest with a yelp, and chokes out a whine as the movement drags what’s formed of her knot fully into Jax’s warmth. She scrambles for purchase on his chest, and cries out as Jax fucks himself hard on her cock. 

Jax grips hard onto her hair, and yanks her head up. He’s growling, and he squeezes around her purposefully. 

“Jax-!” Pomni whimpers, the grip on her hair stinging deliciously. 

“Don’t pussy out now,” Jax snarls, finally finding his words. “Bite me.”

Fuck, that’s so hot. 

Pomni knew Jax wouldn’t be the most submissive of omegas, but it’s reassuring to see it in person. She’d love Jax no matter how he presented himself to her, of course. This is just… an extra nice surprise. 

His grip on her hair tightens, and she feels her knot swell even more at the action. Jax’s brows twitch, and his breath catches, but other than that he shows no outward reaction to the sensation. 

“Are you sure?” Pomni still asks, despite knowing he won’t budge on his decision. 

Jax shoots her one last bratty glare, before shutting his eyes and letting his head fall back. He bares his neck to her once more, and uses his grip on her hair to drag her face close to his scent gland. 

That’s as good an answer as any, isn't it? 

For the second time this evening, Pomni finds herself drooling over the sight of his neck. 

Her mouth floods immediately as her nose is bombarded with his pheromones at full force. 

‘Bite me!’ His scent screams. ‘Bite me!’ 

Pomni drops her jaw, and licks up his neck. 

Jax shivers, his hand shaking on her scalp. He releases her hair, and instead grips onto his nest for purchase as she takes to fucking him in earnest. 

Pomni sucks on his scent gland, her mind going hazy. The sounds of Jax’s cries begin to fade into something more muffled as she focuses all her attention into making him feel good. 

She feels him gushing around her with every push of her hips, feels him tremble as she finds that spot once again- all while she works on softening the skin on his neck to prepare him for her bite. 

Now that she thinks about it, she’s getting close… 

Her knot fully swells. She pushes it into him with a ‘pop.’ 

Jax arches. 

”Nnn- God-!” He wails, his hand flying to his stomach as if it’d ease the pressure of taking her knot for the first time. 

Pomni sinks her teeth into his scent gland, and feels herself tip over the edge. 

Jax thrashes- once, twice, before he goes completely limp below her. 

Pomni closes her eyes, and loses herself to the fog that has been threatening to take over her mind the entire time. 

Pomni comes to slowly. 

She didn’t even realize she’d blacked out. That’s… embarrassing. 

A quick mental assessment reveals to her that she’s still naked, but she’s no longer attached to Jax. She blinks lethargically, and tries to sit up, but a weight on her chest stops her. 

Huh? 

“Don’t move.” 

What? 

Pomni looks down at her chest. Jax has a hand splayed there, and he’s sitting down by her legs. His face is red, and he’s avoiding her gaze, but he doesn’t look unhappy. “I’m not done yet.” 

“Done?” Pomni slurs. She notices briefly that her canines have retracted into a somewhat normal length, thank goodness. 

“Yeah. So don’t move.” Jax orders. He leans down, and starts to drag his tongue over one of her thighs. 

Oh. Oh.

He’s cute. 

Pomni realizes she’s mostly clean, and it’s only on that one thigh that she still has any residue of their activities. She’s even clean down there, including her pussy. 

She slept through it all. 

She’s disappointed and turned on at the same time. 

“You’re sweet,” Pomni blurts. “Like. Stupid sweet. It… infuriates me, sometimes.” 

Jax glares at her, but doesn't even bother gracing her with a response. He twists his head to get at a spot a bit deeper between her thighs, and the change in position reveals to Pomni the angry red bite she left on his neck. 

Pomni’s alpha purrs internally, pleased. Oh yes. 

She claimed him. 

It then hits her that she made Jax her mate. That he begged for her to mate him. That he’s given her every ounce of trust he had in every way he could, and she accepted it and made his issues hers with just a bite. 

“Hey Jax?” Pomni asks, suddenly feeling quite weak. 

“Mmm?” Jax hums questioningly, still not looking at her. He’s finished grooming her for now, and has taken to tidying his nest. He definitely doesn’t realize what he’s doing. Pomni isn’t willing to point it out to him. 

“Uh. Do you… regret what we did?” Pomni worries her lower lip between her teeth. She’s not sure why she’s asking, considering it’s far too late to have regrets now. Still, she can’t help but feel like she’s trapped him. 

She’s such a filthy, disgusting alpha. 

To Pomni’s surprise, Jax just scoffs. “I don’t do anything I don’t want to do,” he answers her breezily. 

His response, as simple as it was, leaves Pomni speechless. 

He makes it sound easy. Simple. The grass is green. The sky is blue. 

He wanted her to be his mate. 

Pomni swallows thickly. She watches in silence as he continues to adjust blankets and pillows in his nest, and lets him drag her to the spot he designated for her. 

Jax crawls outside his nest, and tosses a water bottle at Pomni’s chest. She scrambles to catch it, and yelps when she realizes it’s cold. 

“Get some rest,” Jax tells her simply. He slides on a pair of clean overalls, and cracks open his bedroom door. He tosses her a big grin before he leaves, a sight that makes her heart jump to her throat. 

“I’m not done with you yet, Pom-pom.”