A Day of Clowning 6
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Purity is trapped in the Clown Girl's grasp, and now she's going to experience things she's never done before!
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The magical girl, Purity, smirks confidently against the clown girl, cracking her knuckles and standing with arms akimbo. “Alright, clown. Get up to pay for your crimes. Literally.
BOING!
The clown pounces, grabbing Purity by the chest, leaning in, and pressing her cream-coated tongue against Purity’s cheek. The magical girl’s face burns a bright red.
“Gah, get off!” Purity swipes at the clown, only for the clown to tug at her top, ripping it in both directions, sending buttons flying and spilling out her big, bouncy breasts, her nipples hearty and perky.
Purity rushes to cover herself up, but the clown grabs her by the wrists, flutters her own eyes, and then dives between Purity’s tits, rubbing her face against them, blowing the loudest raspberry she can!
Purity struggles and steps, her heel striking the trolley and knocking her over.
She and the clown fall, Purity’s back crushing the undamaged desserts, squirting cream and crumbs all over her. The clown pulls her face away from the magical girl’s cleavage and presses against her nipple.
“Oh… oh fuck…” she gasps, feeling those lips wrap around her nipple, that clownish tongue lapping up and down against the sensitive flesh. She lays there, stunned, only soft moans rising from her throat.
A moment passes, and Purity finally snaps out of it, grabbing the clown by the shoulders and rolling to the side, only for the clown to latch onto her, popping up from under her arms and locking her lips to Purity’s own. That long tongue delves inside Purity, lapping up her saliva, wrestling her own muscle.
She’s paralyzed with the delight, the feelings of desires that well up within her. It’s often like this when dealing with amorous enemies, surrounded by onlookers, watching her be so exposed and handled.
Soon, the clown pulls free, slurping up saliva from the magical girl and giving her a broad grin as she pats Purity on the nose.
Purity lays there momentarily, panting, her chest heaving, stunned and bewildered by the zany assault. She shakes herself out of it and pushes herself up, only for the clown to shove her back. She then scoops some cream off her cheek and wipes over Purity’s nipple and then the other. She follows this by lowering herself, rolling out her tongue, licking up that exposed and aroused mound, flicking her tongue over the peak, and wrapping her lips around it.
It’s even more arousing this time. It’s so decadent and diabolical. Her eyes are hearts, but the feeling wells within her as the clown suckles her, lashing at the perky nipple.
Purity wraps her legs around the distracted creature and rolls her over, pinning her down, sitting up as those lips suckle and tug at her.
“Ugh… l… let go!” she yelps, her breast stretching from the suctioning strength of the suck.
The clown wiggles her eyebrows momentarily, long enough for Purity to realize the error of her ways before she lets go.
The breast snaps back into place, sending Purity sprawling back onto the squishy food mess. As she falls, the clown reaches up her sleeves, pulling out long, colorful handkerchiefs.
While Purity stumbles and slips on the mess, the clown rushes up to her, spinning her around, the kerchief whipping around her arms and neck, yanking her arms back, and locking her wrists together.
The same happens for her legs, binding them close, tying them up to her arms, hogtying her in an artful bondage that wraps around and binds her breasts together, leaving her lying there with no way to escape.
And with a quick flick by the front of Purity’s skirt, the clown reveals her heart-spotted panties for all the square to see.
“You stupid piece of shit, clown. I’ll fuck you up good when I get out of this!”
The clown clasps her hands to her cheeks, fake gasping before falling to her knees. Her large gloves slink between Purity’s thighs, squeezing those thick things before pushing them apart. That’s when she dives her head down between the hero’s legs, nipping at her panties.
Purity slams her legs together, squeezing the clown against her. “Oh, you gonna fucking go for me, huh? Let’s see you enjoy it when I twist your ne-aah!?”
While she is talking, the clown’s tongue snakes out, going further and further and further, hooking at her panties, pulling them away, and then slipping right up between her legs. How long exactly is the clown’s tongue? The question is something that Purity is about to discover as the clown’s wriggling muscle slinks. It slithers deep inside her, entering her from her womanhood and the back door.
The intrusion into such a new area makes Purity arch her back, her mouth frozen in a scream she fights so hard against making. How can she enjoy getting tongued in the ass by a fucking clown!”
And yet…
“Fuuuck!” she lets go, her legs resting on the clown’s shoulders, all while the clown grabs them, lifting them up to support herself.
Purity thrashes around, blushing and rolling her heart-filled eyes back, her panting getting louder and louder, her enjoyment echoing out for the park around them to see.
And all while her lust and excitement grow, the harlequin stands behind a tree, licking his lips. “That’s it, my friend, release her inhibitions. Make her feel everything she should be able to feel, and then, we’ll have what we need from her.”