This choice: Something outside the tent grabs Jesse's attention. • Go Back...Chapter #4Risk the Midway, or Get Dragged Into the Tent? by: some_dude_guy   Jesse moves closer to the beckoning clown. His feet are almost moving by themselves, even though he'd rather stay. There is something compelling, almost intoxicating, about this clown. As he gets closer and closer, she giggles, laughs, coos, and bats her eyes. Almost a foot from her, Jesse can see that her makeup is on so thick, or has been on for so long, that it may as well actually be thick, rubbery, chalk-white skin (or ... hide?). He can also take in her scent ... no, her musk ... and she smells strongly of popcorn and cotton candy.
Jesse is less than an inch from the clown lady now. He could have walked past her, but instead he came straight to her. Her breath is hot and wet against his skin. She purrs, like a predatory cat, and traces her talon-like nails across Jesse's exposed skin. He is terrified, her nails are sharp and this feels wrong, but doesn't dare move.
"Ooh, someone's not wearing any underwear, under there," the clown says, her sharp yellow fangs so close to him and, he can see, very real. Jesse tries to laugh, but he chokes up as the clown runs both taloned hands up and down his body and sniffs him. This close, he can see the nostrils in her clown nose. "And you smell, so ... very ... nice." She breathes in deep again, moans with ecstasy, her whole body shaking like an elephant seal in heat.
The clown's hands are inside Jesse's overalls now. One rakes its claws against his tight, young ass. Another slides down the front and cups his cock and balls. Her skin is cold. It feels like latex and rubber. He's pretty sure, over the din of the carnival music and the clown's orgasmic moans and his own pounding heartbeat, that he can hear a rubbery squeak as her hands run over his skin. She plays with him for almost a whole minute, sniffing and smelling deeply all the while, and just when Jesse is about to come she releases his member and slowly slides her hands back up.
With a soft, understated giggle, the clown unfastens Jesse's other overall strap. The second he hears the click, something changes and Jesse feels like he can move his own body again. He blushes and grabs at his clothes, hoping nobody else just saw his naked ass and erect dick. The clown licks her lips--her tongue is blue, of course it is--as Jesse fumbles with the straps and only manages to get one completely fastened again.
"You know what?" the clown says, tilting her head back to the dark, empty, almost metallic tent opening. "This is the little children's show. You can go in, if you want, but I think you'll have much more fun if you walk around our Midway. See the sights. Play the games. Win some tickets and prizes. Eat the food." Her voice was mostly normal, but her last sentence comes out as a wet growl that echoes deep in Jesse's bones, something primal and powerful.
"It's your choice, young man," she says, patting her belly and gesturing, first at the dark empty door and then at the glowing cacophony of the Midway.
Free from the clown's spell, Jesse considers his options. It occurs to him that he could flee, but he knows he wouldn't make it far. There are sinister games, familiar-yet-bizarre food stalls, and dozens upon dozens of clowns, all huge and fat and cunning and bestial. The games look like strange twists on normal carnie games. There's one where he can toss toy children through a hole painted to look like a smiling clown's mouth. Another one invites him to spray a jet of water into a clown-balloon's mouth to inflate her as big as she can get. At the far end it looks like there's a test of strength, but who knows what he might pass on the way there?
As for the food, it smells like carnie food, and that means it smells of salt, oil, and fried things, along with the constant cloying cloud of popcorn and cotton candy. One stall promises multiple flavors of cotton candy, including "savory" and "meat." Another stall just says "Deep Fried EVERYTHING," and the clown running it is already trying to lock eyes with Jesse and beckon him close. It looks like there's some kind of eating contest going on past it; Jesse's not sure what they're eating, but it looks like they're asking for one more volunteer.
Jesse feels the tent-clown's hands on his shoulders. He gasps as she unfastens his overalls again. His clothes fall completely off and she starts to slowly, gently, but irresistibly guide him back towards the cavernous entrance of the tent. She talks over his initial protests.
"No lollygagging at the carnival, young man! If you don't see anything at the Midway that tickles your fancy, maybe you'll have some fun inside." She laughs and pulls Jesse's legs free of his discarded overalls. "You won't need those inside, it's nice and dark, and maybe that will make it more fun, what do you think?"
Jesse summons the last of his strength and will. He can feel the clown's presence overpowering his mind and body again, but now that he knows it's coming he can almost mount a defense. Just before she completely overtakes him and drags him inside the tent, Jesse ...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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