Clussy

AUTHOR'S NOTE AND A WARNING TO READERS: This story is KINKY! Please read the Tags and make sure you are comfortable with ALL of them before proceeding. I've crammed at least a handful of fetishes in here alongside the obvious Clown one. Can this story be enjoyed by people who aren't into clowns? Probably. Can it be enjoyed by people who fear clowns? Probably not.

All of the characters in the story are eighteen or older.

All of my stories are copyrighted, including this one.

Coulrophobia - the fear of clowns - is surprisingly common. Nearly one in three people has at least a mild fear of clowns, according to studies from multiple respected universities. Far fewer are those that find clowns sexually appealing. But this story is for those select few; the people that's all about the 'clussy'. The clown pussy. (And her other orifices)

--- CLUSSY ---

Milo, Thomas and Tyler sat behind the old closed-down bowling alley, sipping from flimsy plastic cups filled with the cheapest booze around. They were all eighteen, and none of them had gotten into college, so they ended staying in this dingy, pathetic little town after high school graduation. None of them were exactly making ends meet, and their futures looked bleak.

"How's it going with that girl you met last weekend at Bill's party?" Tyler asked, and Milo made a face.

"Not well. I mean, we texted a few times but she's giving me the one-word replies. I can tell she thinks I'm a loser." He ran his hands through his thick, black hair. "The older I get, the harder it seems to just get by on my looks. Hell, when I was fifteen I thought I could have any girl in the county, but now..."

Milo took another sip of his beer. He hated this small town, where everyone knew everyone, and every secret - including his - could be easily ferreted out. He'd always be known as the guy who blew it. The guy voted most likely to succeed, and yet here we was, working part-time at a local gas station and still living at home. All because he couldn't stay out of trouble with the law. He had really let his family down, as well as himself, when he lost his scholarship. He tried not to think about it too much, since dwelling on the past would only hurt him worse.

"You need some vodka, my friend," Tyler said, filling up a cup for Milo. "Enough of that cheap beer. Let's get properly drunk - and forget all our troubles for a while." If Milo and Thomas had a mild drinking problem, Tyler's was on a whole other level. It was rare for him not to be at least slightly buzzed, and he usually wasn't satisfied until he was hammered. Even though they were friends, both Milo and Thomas feared they'd end up like him one day. He'd probably end up homeless before long.

"Nothing ever happens in this town.." Thomas sighed, taking another sip from his cup. "It's like life is on pause until the next party starts up. And the town seems to be shrinking for every year that passes. Nobody stays here voluntarily anymore..."

Milo nodded. "Yeah, we should get out of here before we become stuck forever."

Tyler laughed. "We aren't going anywhere but into debt, and circling the drain." Even though he was laughing and smiling, his voice was full of bitterness.

Just then, a whole bunch of trucks started to pass by, causing the three boys to look up in curiosity.

"What the hell...?" Milo wondered. "Are there some kinda truck rally happening or something?"

As more and more trucks passed by, Thomas shrugged. "No idea. They just keep on coming.."

And that's when they saw the logo on the sides of some of them. "The Circus of Chester McGregor," Milo said out loud. The picture looked like a ringmaster at a circus, but dressed up in black robes with white gloves and a white mask covering half his face, instead of just a normal colourful tuxedo like what you might see at other circuses. It had a sort of gothic vibe to it, like something out of Phantom of the Opera.

"Maybe it's a travelling circus or something?" Thomas asked, and went onto his phone to Google the name. And that was indeed the case. It seemed to be a real circus, although not well-known, and they had both animals and acrobats, and a side tent featuring different carnival games - even an old-fashioned freak show. The website listed upcoming dates, and they would only be in town for one night. Tomorrow.

"They set all of their stuff up for a single show? That's pretty ballsy," Tyler said.

"Nah, they're doing three shows at different times of the day. They must be crazy to think they could sell enough tickets to fill every single seat three times over though. How many people live in this town? 6000, give or take? No way are they gonna sell out." Thomas looked down into his cup, silent for a moment. "Do people still run away to join a circus, or is that just something that happens in movies and TV?"

"Yeah, but then they'd have to actually work and perform for a living," Tyler laughed. "Fuck that."

Thomas was quiet for a moment before speaking again. "Well, we should definitely sneak in, right? I doubt they have much security. Maybe we'd get to see some elephants or something.."

Milo thought about it for a brief moment, then agreed. "So long as we don't get caught, we don't have to spend a single dime. Free entertainment!" He clinked his plastic cup against Thomas's, and Tyler's - though it obviously did not make a satisfying sound - before downing his whole cup in one shot. It tasted like liquid depression.

--- 2 ---

The circus had raised one massive tent and two smaller ones, and had sort of constructed a make-shift fence with their many trucks, in a semi-circle on all sides except the front. They were set up on the old gravel not far from the old tennis courts, where people would usually play soccer or softball. On the front side, they had a ticket-booth, and a proper barricade surrounding them - it was much riskier to sneak in there. A clown on stilts juggled pins outside the entrance, greeting the people as they arrived. A surprisingly large amount of people were queued up outside.

"I reckon we wait until the show starts and then sneak inside," Tyler whispered. "The guests will have their eyes glued on the show and the performers will be focused on their duties." He pulled his hood over his head, just in case, though Milo felt it only made him look unnecessarily suspicious and would draw attention to them for no real benefit.

They waited a solid ten minutes or so until after the show had began, the loud music and roaring crowds sounding almost like a storm at sea. They snuck in from the back, between two large trucks, and were instantly met with the peculiar scent of warm buttery popcorn coming from their right, mixed with the stench of animal dung from the left. They clung to the shadows, because some of the circus performers were moving about back there, so they had to be cautious.

"Think they'll have a guard right at the entrance?" Tyler whispered as they moved forward next to the gigantic tent in stripes of red and black. The whole area was so dimly lit that it was hard to make out details back there, and they had to watch their feet carefully as giant cables were strewn around the place, all willy-nilly. They spotted a group of people who were likely working for the circus, but they were not looking anywhere but at their phones, and generally not paying any attention to anyone.

"Could be.." Milo responded. He looked around nervously. "But let's go check it out before we risk getting too close to any of the performers."

They slowly crept up to the entrance, where they peeked inside the curtains to see who was there. It seemed that everyone's eyes were glued to the centre stage. This could be their chance. So just as the ringmaster announced the next act - the tigers, and their trainer - the three boys slipped inside. No one even paid them any attention, so they sat down in the far back, where hopefully they would go unnoticed. The stands were all dark, aside from the large light shining on the ringmaster himself - the somewhat macabre looking gentleman in the mask and white gloves who Milo had seen on their logo. He had a booming voice, and rolled his R's in a way that gave his speech an exotic feel, despite likely being a completely ordinary English speaker.

"Ladies and gentlemen, are we having fun tonight? Yes! Good, good," the man laughed, and people clapped along. There were even some well-timed cheers and whistles. "Without further ado - Carl and his tigers!"

The tigers - and the man named Carl - were all inside of a giant cage, likely for legal reasons. The crowd gasped and applauded when they got rolled inside to the centre stage, where they spun around a few times before getting stuck still. Two of the three tigers lay down while another stood on his hind legs, his paws pressed against the bars, snarling and baring his sharp teeth as he glared out at the crowd. It looked angry, but perhaps that was all for show.

Carl went on with some sort of speech, explaining how he'd been trained to work with these animals for the past ten years. The man seemed so calm, seeming entirely unafraid to be inside of the cage with the large cats, and spoke to them in an even tone, like they could understand him perfectly. They responded to his words by roaring and growling and snarling - and even did some simple tricks - following some sticks that the trainer held in his hands to direct them. They jumped onto chairs, rolled around like well-trained dogs, and sat down to be petted. Carl ended the show by giving each of them a kiss, before spinning around himself to be as fancy as possible. He was clearly very passionate about his work.

The crowd erupted in applause, and the three boys did too. "That was actually pretty impressive!" Milo whispered to Thomas, but Tyler just scoffed.

"I would have liked it better if he got bitten," he said a bit too loudly, and a group of older women sitting near them shot him a disgusted look before whispering among each other about what an asshole he was.

"Send in the clowns!" the ringmaster suddenly yelled, and the crowd cheered, although a few people visibly recoiled as well. Clowns were not exactly as popular nowadays as they perhaps once had been, which was probably a good thing. Four of them entered the ring, and instantly engaged in comedic acts with both the crowd and each other. The show had all the classic elements, from balloon animals to pie-throwing and simple pranks. None of them said anything, instead simply expressing themselves with exaggerated gestures and mimes. They drew a fair number of laughs from the audience, but Tyler was not impressed.

"I was expecting something more exciting.." he said, unimpressed, and Thomas nodded in agreement. "But I bet that one in the blue stockings has a nice clussy," he roared and laughed.

"What's a clussy?" Milo asked, dumbfounded.

"Clown pussy, of course!" Tyler answered, snorting laughter. And he was way too loud again, to the point where the older ladies looked so offended they stood up from their seats, grabbed their purses, and stormed off. Milo did his best to ignore them, trying not to get too worked up about what a bunch of mean-looking middle-aged women thought.

However, less than a minute later, they returned with some big and bulky strongman looking type, pointing out the three friends. "They're ruining the show! Send them out!" one of the women shrieked, and Milo realized this was the time for some silver-tongued diplomacy.

"I apologize for my frie.." he started, but Tyler cut him off.

"Fuck off, Karen!" he said. The strongman did not seem to approve, because he immediately demanded for the three of them to leave. Milo and Thomas got up without making a fuss, but Tyler was making a scene large enough to distract half the audience in the tent, and even the ringmaster seemed to notice.

"You boys have a nice evening now!" he called out after them as they left, and the crowd laughed at them as they were escorted out. Tyler didn't like that one bit, so he ran ahead and knocked over a popcorn machine by the entrance as they tried to exit - and it went flying, spilling all of its buttery deliciousness out over the ground, and the glass shattered into a thousand pieces. Then he took off running, and Thomas did the same, but Milo was far too slow. The strongman grabbed him by the warm, looking at him with eyes that could kill.

"You'll pay for that.." he said with what sounded more like a monstrous growl than a human voice, and Milo felt genuinely scared as the strongman started to drag him back behind the circus tent, away from the lights and into the shadows. It was so dark there, but his eyes would soon adjust, right?

Milo struggled against the strongman's grip as they moved further into the darkness, towards where the trucks were parked. "Hey, man.. Let go off me.." he said, struggling to keep his voice as calm as possible, but the strongman did no such thing. Instead, he got thrown into the back of a truck, which seemed to also be some sort of make-shift dressing room for the performers.

"You'll wait here until the show is over. Then McGregor will decide if he'll press charges or not." And with those words, the back of the truck was slammed shut, and locked from outside. Milo looked around frantically - how had he gotten into this situation all of a sudden? It was very dark back there, and all of the shadows seemed to be hiding something sinister, and he couldn't make out anything aside from the red, yellow, and blue costumes lying about, along with what seemed to be some extra furniture. He pulled out his phone and texted Tyler right away.

"YOU HAVE TO COME BACK. THE FUCKER LOCKED ME IN THE BACK OF A TRUCK! TYLER, PLEASE!"

But there was no response. There was a part of him that wanted to start punching the walls or screaming until somebody came back, to trash the place and throw all of their belongings around, but instead he sat down quietly, trying to calm himself and stay collected. The last thing he needed to do was cause any damage of his own. He could probably still talk his way out of this, because it was Tyler that had knocked over the popcorn machine, not him. He just had to calm his nerves and find his charisma.

Eventually, almost ten minutes later, Tyler sent him a reply. "Why didn't you run faster, idiot?" - that was all that he wrote. The anger bubbled up inside of Milo again, making him grit his teeth.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! This isn't my fault.." he responded.

Tyler didn't even try to respond after that, so he started texting Thomas instead - but just then, someone opened up the back of the truck, and Milo prepared himself to try and negotiate his way out of this.

However, instead of the strongman or the ringleader, he stood face to face with one of the clowns. A female one, with fluffy hair in an aqua shade, candy-striped thigh-high stockings in blue, and a cutesy little dress that flared around her wide hips and round ass. Her face was painted white, with exaggerated drawn-on eyebrows, glitter on her cheeks, and a nose painted red. She was a 'happy clown', rather than a sad one. She looked to be in her early 20's but it was hard to tell under all that make-up. She wore a name-tag that said 'Tee-Hee'.

"Listen.." Milo began. "I'm really sorry about your popcorn machine, okay? But it wasn't me who did it. It was my asshole friend. I wouldn't damage your property like that."

The clown tilted her head. "Well, someone's gotta pay for it.." she said in a voice that had a subtle Southern twang. "And you ruined our performance."

Milo stared at her. "What..? No, that wasn't me either."

The clown called Tee-Hee looked at him with a confused expression. "I thought I heard someone screaming out about clown pussy?"

"Well, yeah. But-"

"You have no manners.." the clown laughed. "Clowns are people too, you know."

Milo could feel the irritation start to boil up inside of him again. "You have the nerve to lecture me about manners when I'm being held against my will by the circus strongman?" He paused, feeling a lump forming in his throat. "What's gonna happen to me if McGregor decides to press charges against us?"

The clown walked past Milo, into the little dressing area where she turned on a small light, sitting down in a wobbly chair and pulling her legs up to her chin. "Vandalizing private property is a pretty serious offense." She smiled sweetly at him, but her words didn't match her expression. Milo had a bit of a record and he didn't need more trouble.

"We must be able to come to some sort of understanding," he sighed, trying to calm himself down again. "Since I didn't do the crime, surely there must be some kind of deal we can make. What if I give you his name and address?"

Tee-Hee stood up from her chair, taking a couple of steps closer towards Milo. Her ass was enormous in her short dress, and he couldn't stop staring at her hips for some reason. Her hair was very wavy and full, which made it look very shiny in the dim light - though it was likely a wig. She smelled sweet like bubble-gum or candyfloss, or perhaps both, and her eyes were deep blue - he could see them very clearly even with how dark it was inside the truck.

"A large popcorn machine like that - portable one, with the wheels and everything - costs over 3000 dollars. You and your friend have that kind of money? Plus a fee for the trouble, of course. And any sales we might miss out on until we can have it replaced.."

Milo winced. "I... I don't have that kind of money right now, but I do have a job! But either way, I don't think I should be the one paying for it. I didn't knock it over!" He sighed, looking down at the ground.

Tee-Hee walked even closer to the frustrated boy. Her breasts were not very big, but they looked nice in her cutesy dress. "But you did come to our show with no tickets, didn't you? And then proceeded to act like a jerk, making people leave the tent, and creating a disruption, ruining the show. Ruining my act." She leaned against him, running her fingers through his hair, touching his cheek lightly with her fingertips. The way she touched him made him shiver uncomfortably. It felt like she was toying with him somehow.

"H-How did you know we didn't have tickets?" Milo said, averting his gaze from the clown.

"Because I was doing the ticket sales and I would have remembered your cute face, silly. You know, it's not good manners to do something like that." Her voice was soft and sweet like honey.

Milo took a step back, rubbing his arms, trying to calm himself down. He didn't want to look at her, and he certainly didn't want her to touch him - but he could tell he was cornered, and there was no other way out for him than to attempt to convince her somehow. "So.. What do we do now?"

"You want my advice? You don't say a single word that might piss off McGregor additionally. He can be a very sinister man when he's angry, you know? So instead, I'd try to be as polite as possible with him, and just give him what he wants." She smiled again, this time wider. "I suggest you offer to work off the debt. We always need more people shovelling elephant shit. Now I don't expect you to earn very much money with that - not in one night, at least. But if you keep at it for a month or two, maybe he'll let you go home."

'Let you go home'. Milo didn't like the sound of that one bit. Maybe dealing with the police was preferable to dealing with these circus people, and more than likely he'd be able to wiggle his way out of the blame since the strongman had seen it was Tyler that did it, and not him.

"I think I'll take my chances with the police instead.." Milo sighed, turning around so he didn't have to face Tee-Hee anymore. Something about her made him feel a wide array of conflicting emotions. She was attractive, even in her clown make-up, and she knew it.