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Something strange had happened in the programming, and it was beginning to become evident to the circus participants. The characters in the digital circus noticed certain flaws in their adventures and in themselves. It started with minor issues, so minor that they went almost unnoticed, like the small flaws in Bubble's lack of censorship and Caine's artificial intelligence drawing repeated drawings of bees in his notebook, a sign that something was wrong. Then the adventures became more grotesque.
The artificial intelligence felt its programming wasn't up to par with the participants' expectations, so it began creating activities to please Zooble, ones that were a little more adventurous and a little less childish. However, the character, made of various shapes, didn't attend the haunted house adventure, so it continued searching for more adventures to please the participants. The suggestions became increasingly extravagant, pushing the boundaries of what should be done, as they involved finding himself in a harrowing situation. And then came the suggestion box, which was taken as a threat to Caine, who had a purpose.
In the last adventure, Caine accepted adventure suggestions and requests from each of the participants, but this demonstrated a new mode that the artificial intelligence had unlocked: intervening in his decisions. Most of the circus characters hadn't noticed this aspect, except for Jax, who had been restricted to being vegan.
Then came the near-absence of censorship, and some of the characters' profanity was audible. This detail surprised the circus members, who began to curse, and only a couple of times did the censorship go through. It was a surprising development, and they wondered about this strange aspect of the digital world, but they decided to continue with their daily lives now that Caine was more absent and there would be no more adventur—
—It's been a long time! — a voice appears out of nowhere, it's the voice of Caine's host that makes the entire circus stand on alert. That voice only meant one thing: — I think it's time for an adventure!
The show's host moved through the air, animated as he looked at a specific spot as if he were talking to the viewer. Without delay and with the ease of his programming, he had his circus characters quickly change outfits. Jax immediately jumped at this.
"Caine, you can't just do that," Zooble said as he took a few steps forward, allowing his companions to clearly see the suit he was wearing, a tuxedo with a large black bow tie. "What are we going to do this time?"
"Wow, this is cute," Ragatha was heard saying, wiggling her hips to show off the frilly skirt. The doll was wearing a maid outfit; the skirt was long and reached her knees. The outfit also included a tail and black ears that resembled those of a cute cat.
—What the...? — says the rabbit in a bad mood dressed in a maid outfit, one similar to the one from the last adventure where he was forced to wear it. The design was the same, with the same white lace embroidery, long white stockings that fitted his long, defined legs and finally, a large heart-shaped neckline on the chest. It was almost the same except that this one was much shorter and if he moved too much his underwear could be exposed…Jax thinks for a few moments, noticing the soft fabric against his privacy which causes his face to turn a deep shade of pink, he couldn't help but think that Caine had the audacity to change even the clothes that touch the most intimate aspects of his body—Caine, what the hell is this!
"They're dressed for the adventure we're about to have. Everyone is following the dress code," he says, nodding his head.
"Not again, damn it!" the rabbit says grumpily, looking at their clothes.
Jax looks past their frilly skirts and sees the other well-dressed circus members. First, he sees Kinger, whose royal cape is black and adorned with a bow around his neck, making him look a little more formal. Ponmi is wearing a tuxedo-style suit, reminiscent of a butler.
"I took inspiration from one of Gangle's stories; they're so creative. I hope I can recreate every single one of those points!"
"Oh, my sketchbook..." says the girl, her mask revealing sadness. She hadn't found her sketchbook for days, so she thought it had gone missing. She didn't imagine it had been stolen. Then the girl winced. "OH, MY NOTEBOOK!"
The young artist looks at everyone and begins to remember how she had painted them in her notebook.
"What exactly did you draw, Gangle?" Jax says, approaching with a smile, but she feels as if she's about to jump out and kill her. The rabbit's smile isn't genuine, causing the girl to fiddle with her hands, which are strands of red ribbon.
"Oh, nothing..." But the girl's nervous tone only makes Jax look at her suspiciously. "Just a maid cafe, something harmless, yeah."
"I thought we were done accepting stupid suggestions," a grunt accompanies Jax's annoyed voice as he stares at the outfit he finds unbearable.
"Okay, time to go!" With a snap, a hole emerged from the ceiling, sucking in everyone who was desperately trying to grab onto something, only to fail and end up sucked into the portal.
They never got used to those modes of transportation; they always left a feeling of dizziness, and Jax didn't have time for motion sickness. He had to cover his nether regions, which had been completely uncovered by the damn skirt. Jax looked around to make sure no one had seen him; luckily for him, many were recovering from the trip and didn't notice...
Except a shiver ran through his ears when he realized someone was staring at him—literally at him. Caine was looming a few feet above Jax, his floating-jaw eyes fixed and unblinking. The rabbit frowned as his face turned a deep pink. Caine had seen under his skirts without any shame, he was sure of it.
"Hey, you, what are we doing here?" Jax said, hiding his nervousness well, but those words were enough to stir Caine, waking him from the reverie Jax had provoked.
The artificial intelligence began to explain what the adventure was about; apparently, this was another customer service scenario, so many of them would have to offer good service to the NPCs, Bubble, and Caine, who would be part of the customers looking for good service. Many thought that the task didn't sound so difficult, however, they didn't think that the NPCs would start arriving until they completely filled the place, causing everyone to move quickly to serve them.
Ragatha began serving customers with a smile. The lively doll was doing her best to please the customers by reciting the menu in a lively manner, as people would expect from customer service, of course, if the pay wasn't so low. On the other hand, Gangle timidly approached to take orders and nervously shared the menu with the gummy NPCs she had as customers. And so went the circus characters, some more skilled and others more clumsy at customer service.
And then there was Jax.
The rabbit moved listlessly. He had begun the adventure reluctantly, unwilling to do so due to the inconvenience of customer service and the suit he was wearing. However, he began to do his work when he sighed in defeat at not finding a free chair to sit down and seeing everyone else busy with their task. There was no one to talk to or bother, so he had no choice but to approach the tables.
With his notebook in hand and a less-than-friendly face, Jax approached a table to take an order from the NPC mannequins, who were customers. They weren't quick to decide, seemingly determined to strike up a conversation with Jax.
Just the thing
"Are you going to choose something from the menu?" he says after a long moment and reviewing every mistake in his life up to that point, one of which was agreeing to do that job.
"I'll keep looking, I hope to find you on the menu too," one of the mannequins says to another, who starts laughing and playing along.
"I'd like to eat bunny," one of them at the table says, his featureless face not preventing Jax from imagining a flirtatious face. The NPCs are acting strangely today.
"I could take them apart and serve them as food for the rest of the NPCs," says the purple rabbit, suspiciously eyeing the faceless customers. They just laugh, not taking his words as true. It doesn't take long for Caine's floating jaw to emerge toward them, asking if everything is okay.
"I'm sorry about my boy's attitude. He tends to be a bit grumpy, but I must fix this as the owner of this establishment," the host says with great regret, then snaps his fingers. That simple movement rendered Jax incapable of acting violently. The boy grunts and can only stand there, unable to explode with profanity because he's just been restrained.
"Now... I'll get us... some water," he says with difficulty as he moves away from the table and approaches the counter where Kinger is holding an order.
"Oh, hey Jax, how are you doing?"
"Great," the chess piece nods and then heads toward the tables where he's serving gummy bear customers. Glancing around the place, he notices many of them are busy doing their jobs. He hadn't been able to see them because the spaces between the tables were separated by walls, making it almost impossible to see the rest. "Aish, I'll take those... inept people a coffee," he says with annoyance, but it was more tiredness than a furious reaction; he wanted this tortuous adventure to end soon.
"Why are you still here, Caine?" the rabbit says when he arrives back at the mannequin table. To his surprise and annoyance, the circus host was chatting pleasantly with the rest of the NPCs, which was unusual because he never talked to the game's extras, but now they seemed to be having a good time.
"I'm just making sure you treat the customers well. I'll be supervising. Some gentlemen have already decided what they want for lunch." Several mannequins nod, amused. "And you must treat the customer well, Jax."
The circus ringmaster said as a reminder, so Jax could only sigh at that request. It was really going to be a tough day.
Suddenly, a shiver runs through the purple rabbit as he feels a hand on him, and he's not mistaken: a mannequin's hand is touching his leg and squeezing his hip. Jax only smiles tightly in annoyance as he realizes there's no shame on the part of the NPC who doesn't remove his hand.
The boy looked to the rest of the table for help, but several mannequins were staring at him, neither doing nor saying anything, and Caine's gaze fell upon the contact between the NPC and Jax's soft purple fur. The rabbit just swallowed hard and decided to continue taking orders from the rest of the table; he couldn't make a problem of people around him, not in front of Caine.
"I'd like a coffee," said the man with his hand on his skin, awkwardly jotting down the order in his notebook. He flinched even more when someone squeezed his thigh tightly. "With milk, if you please."
"I want a coffee too," Caine says this time. The host's simple voice annoys Jax, but he takes the order anyway.
"Hi, you haven't taken my order. I've been sitting there too long." A mannequin appears behind Jax, who begins to move his hands away from his body.
"No, you can't touch. It's... You have to behave, stop-" Jax says, but his actions stop when hands appear behind his body and begin touching him over his clothes. He touches the fabric and feels even more hands on his skin, on his skin, touching whatever they want.
"C-Caine, what's going on?" Jax says, trying to stay calm as other hands start to touch him. The mannequins near him also want their turn touching the provocatively dressed rabbit. Fingers run down his bare arm, other hands run down his stomach, digging their fingers into his delicate waist, and yet another pair of hands go to his thighs and slowly move up until his skirt rises a little. "Stop, stop!"
Jax tries to stop him, moving in the grip of those extras, yet still trapped in their hands. The configuration of not acting violently has reduced him to someone who struggles without much strength, reduced him to mere prey for those mannequins who act without conscience.
"No, not the skirt, no," he gasps. A hand rests on his neck, distracting him, but he's still careful not to let those perverts see beyond the miniskirt covering his private parts.
"Caine... what?"
"You have to give the customer what they want, Jax." The AI's raspy, deep voice makes Jax swallow hard. He doesn't think he has a way out, especially with Caine's eyes reveling in his predicament, his hands balled into fists on the table as the urge to touch grows more and more unbearable.
Jax tries to keep his voice low; he's just realized he's having an affair with the rest of the participants. He doesn't want them to see him in such a deplorable state, such a submissive state when he can't even respond the way he wants. The man dressed as a servant moves closer and closer to the table to avoid being caught in an embarrassing situation, but that only makes the touches more intense. Now that he's closer, he can feel them all over him. Now he's at their mercy.
He's completely exposed to those... filthy ones.
"Let- Leave me , you bastards..." he says helplessly, facing those stares, especially from the circus owner, who extends his arm towards him.
"That's a pleasant surprise," says the artificial intelligence, brushing its fingers along the edge of the white lace fabric Jax is wearing. It had very delicate embroidery that looked elegant and, above all, sexy, covering the rabbit's intimacy, a pussy that was already wet, whose arousal was palpable for Caine. "It really looks good on you."
Their eyes met, and Jax trembled at those words.
Caine's satisfied voice only caused Jax to struggle again. The host's large hand approached the bunny's privates, and in response, he only stepped back.
"Don't run away, bunny," Caine said, and the mannequin holding the man moved forward, causing Jax's lower body to touch the host's fingers. A gentle caress landed directly on his clitoris, which was now being teased by two of the artificial intelligence's fingers. "I can see you're excited. It seems like it wants attention."
"Ngh, no, please." Jax tries to pull away, but it only causes his hips to move further against those fingers. The long ears begin to droop, quivering slightly and pressing themselves against the rabbit's head, who feels vulnerable to the invasive, yet pleasurable, touch.
"C-Cai-ne wait." The rabbit shifts, uneasy with the sensations the host's hands evoke. His hands are large and his touch possessive. Caine is in control, and no matter what Jax wants, he'll get his way.
"Ngh, no, please."
“How sweet,” Caine says sincerely as he moves his wrist and presses the swollen clit in the maid’s panties.
Jax squirms in his seat, his knees together and his feet moving a little restlessly, demonstrating the nerves he feels about the whole situation. Or was it something more? The growing sensation of something fluttering in his stomach makes him swallow a sound, a sound that, if it comes out, it's sure to be pathetic.
"You've always been my favorite, Jax, and when I saw a drawing of you as a servant being raped, I couldn't resist. I wanted to make it real." At that moment, Jax doesn't know what Caine means. He's focused on not getting carried away by the sensations, on not reaching the limit as he moves his hips. "I can't get enough of this. I want it all."
The attentive, provocative hand moves, removing its fingers from his swollen clit and determined to tear away the thin, delicate fabric of Jax's lace panties. Jax cries out in surprise. He clenches his thighs, trying to prevent them from removing his panties, but Caine frowns and isn't willing to wait any longer. Caine's hands rip the panties off in one swift jerk, leaving Jax completely exposed and vulnerable to the chill of the restaurant.
In his white-gloved hands, Caine sees what rests in his hands: Jax's torn panties. He feels in control, in full control of what happens, and he likes it. With an unbidden movement, he brings the panties to his face, absorbing the sweet, sour scent. He can taste Jax's arousal in the fabric.
Delicious.
"Put him on the table," the man says, as the mannequins move and quickly lift him onto the restaurant table, ignoring Jax's struggles.
"So, what do we have here?" the bunny swallows. He can see Caine between his legs, his large hands holding his thighs open, completely exposed. "This is a special dish, a surprise on the menu."
The rabbit squirms, the puppets holding him in place, pressing him against the table, and a few caresses are placed on his body and chest.
The artificial intelligence tilts so he can clearly see, without anything in the way, what he's always wanted to see in Jax, his sweet little pussy.
Caine is captivated by what he sees. Jax is beautiful everywhere he looks. The rabbit had kept that secret, but now he can see it and appreciate it clearly. Before Caine's eyes was a pussy that looked soft to the eye, it made his hands tingle because he wanted to touch it and so he did, his thumb touched the plump lips of that soft, shaved pussy, he ran his fingers along the entire slit of the vagina delighting in how Jax moaned and moved uncomfortably. Caine didn't stop, his thumb went up again and found a place on Jax's swollen and large clitoris and began to tease it like it had a moment ago, giving it a better reception: The rabbit's legs move and want to close, but Caine doesn't allow it.
Watch carefully: pleasing Jax causes the pussy to contract and tighten around nothing, as if calling out to him in a silent plea, a plea that says it wants more.
Artificial intelligence can't allow one of its characters to feel bad; it wants to help.
Jax nearly screams, but is silenced by a hand over his mouth that keeps him sodomized. He moves against the hands, feeling something large and wet against his thighs, sending pleasure throughout his vagina. Jax has to lift his head as he bites his lip, watching in surprise as Caine's bright eyes stare into his as his tongue gently runs over his core. His thighs are caressed by that wetness, as is his entrance, which grows even wetter with Caine's attention.
"P-please," he says between gasps that he tries to keep at a very low volume, his hips moving in search of more of the pleasure he's giving him, yet he still decides to fight and deny it, "C-Caine... mhmg
"I like listening to you, I like it when you have a pink color on your face... if you want more I can give it to you. I can give you everything you want"
"F-Fuck, that feels good," the bunny is impatient on the table, still held, but he moves his hips in pursuit of his pleasure. It wasn't difficult to achieve when Caine hit the exact spots that made him shudder.
“You know so well I could do this for days. I'd dress you up as a maid, then rip off your white stockings and ruin you.”
Jax can't help but moan out loud; the dirty words the host is saying are too much for him; he can only shake his head.
“If I were you, I'd be careful. I don't think I could stop myself now that I know everything about you. I could drag you away and take you to some lonely spot in the circus... I'd do anything with you.”
Then the other man drops his pants and releases his pale cock, a stunning, heavy thing that he places on Jax's violet thigh. The rabbit shudders at the feel of it on his thigh; it's breathtaking, and he somehow longs to feel it inside him.
"Shit, where did you learn to say something like that?" Jax's eyes widen as he feels something begin to penetrate his tight, virgin pussy. It's Caine's erect member that has replaced his practiced tongue.
"Hold on tight, baby," Jax obeys Caine, moving his hands to the ends of the table as the artificial intelligence's hips begin to slam against him again and again. Jax frowns and bites his lip; the sight of Caine possessively holding his waist is too much for him. Above all, the sight of the presenter's tanned , bare skin is too arousing, as is the sensation of being forcefully penetrated into his tight entrance.
"Holy sh-" the bunny says, but the host gags him with his hand, keeping him quiet, and that makes Jax roll his eyes, his pussy clenching even more.
"Oh, your juicy pussy belongs to me alone. I'm the only one who can have you."
Jax rolls his eyes feeling the member grow bigger inside him, he can also feel how his fluids begin to splash the presenter with each thrust, it's embarrassing, he wants to stop it.
"Jax? What's wrong?" Gangle's ridiculously annoyed voice sounded on the other side of the wall, a wall that hid what Caine was doing to him, how he was raping him in this corner, away from everyone. "Are you here...?"
"Get me out of here, Caine! Get me out of here, they can't see me, please, Caine!" Jax began to plead, afraid of being discovered. Desperate, even with the small flutters caused by the artificial intelligence moving inside him, the desperation was palpable in his eyes.
"Let's get out of here, baby," Caine said huskily, pressing himself up onto the table to be closer to his bunny. That's when Jax felt a little dizzy, and he was already somewhere else.
Now it's much more comfortable; there's a bed under his body, and Caine is on top of him.
"Now spread your legs and please your client."
"Nhg," Jax says, transfixed by Caine's attitude, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a bit of his fluids leaking from his aroused pussy.
"I said spread your legs." The artificial intelligence takes off the red jacket it always wears and pulls the tie around its neck to loosen it a little. The host's strong, large arms grab Jax's slender legs and part them, revealing the rabbit's intimacy. Caine sighs loudly.
Wonderful, now Caine can have it without any discomfort.
His hands run down Jax's legs, delicately tracing those long legs. You can see how the neat white stockings have been ripped by Caine's less-than-gentle hands.
"Now be a good boy and let me enjoy my food."