Down To Clown
Adagio Dazzle grinned evilly, looking into the mirror as she finished applying her makeup. Something of a self-absorbed narcissist, according to Aria, it wasn't uncommon for Adagio to get lost in her own eyes as she applied her mascara. The greatest failing of God and man was, in Adagio's mind, the fact that there was only one of her, so she would never truly know what it was like to share a night of passion with a curvaceous goddess of seduction as perfect as herself.
Today, however, Adagio wasn't eye-fucking herself in the mirror (at least, not quite as much). No, in this particular instance, Adagio was more focused on the meticulous application of her makeup, drawing careful, vertical lines beneath each of her eyes, purple on the left and orange on the right. Her heavy orange eyeshadow contrasted starkly with her even heavier application of pure white foundation, enough powder to make a proper Victorian lady recoil. Once her eyes were perfect, and she had painted her lips with cheap, tacky red lipstick that she ordinarily wouldn't be caught dead in the same room as, Adagio added the coup de grâce: a big, round, red nose, which she attached to her face with a small square of double-sided tape. That, combined with the rainbow-colored streaks in her gigantic mass of curly hair, her bright orange suspenders holding up her unreasonably frilly tutu, her mismatched, polka-dot thigh high socks, and gigantic red sneakers all came together to make Adagio literally what Aria often called her figuratively.
Adagio Dazzle was a fucking clown.
"Oh yeah," said Adagio, pulling up on her suspenders and letting them snap back to her shoulders. "Even when you look preposterous, you're still the sexiest bitch in the room."
"You're the only bitch in the room, idiot." Adagio glanced over to the doorway, where a brow-cocked Aria stood. "Do I even wanna know?"
"Sonata's going to be home soon. And since she's so scared of clowns…" Adagio twirled on the spot and struck a little pose. "Dazzles the Clown is here to help her get over her crippling phobia."
"Somehow, this is the most fucked up thing you've ever done to her." Aria shrugged and snickered before turning away to go to her room. "Try to get some pics of her face, I wanna see if you can make her cry."
After giving her stamp of approval to the incoming cruelty, Aria disappeared to do whatever Aria did whenever she wasn't butting heads with her sisters (a rarity in the Dazzling household), leaving Adagio all alone with her schemes. She had been preparing for this for weeks, and so she grabbed up her literal bag of tricks (a polka-dot drawstring bag she had acquired some days ago), slung it over her shoulder, and headed downstairs to prepare for her sister's arrival. It was a bit difficult to walk in her gigantic sneakers, but after a few steps, Adagio managed to get the hang of it. It was like wearing stilettos, sort of, and Adagio was very well-practiced in that. The hardest part of her grand plan was waiting for her mark to make herself known.
Thankfully for Dazzles the Clown, she needn't wait too long at all; Just a minute after arriving in the living room, hiding behind the couch and watching the front door, Adagio could hear the doorknob jiggle. She stooped down low, her phone at the ready for the first step of her plan. After struggling with her key for a few moments, the door finally popped open, and in strode Sonata. She let out a tired sigh as she slung her bag to the side, stretching out her arms over her head. Ever the naive, innocent, airheaded bimbo type, Sonata didn’t seem to realize the way that her movements effected her body, as her stretching forced her hefty tits straining tightly against her shirt. One wrong move and she’d be firing buttons from her top at speeds comparable to a gunshot, and that wasn’t even mentioning her bottom half.
Whenever Sonata made it home, she gave very little concern to the concept of decency, so she didn’t care to check that she was still properly tucked away. Sure enough, when coming up the stairs to the front door, Sonata must have jostled herself or otherwise tugged her panties aside, letting her thick cock swing freely between her thighs. No one knew why Sonata was the lone Siren sister to be bestowed with an impressive pillar of she-meat, as Adagio and Aria both lacked such features. It was one of life’s great mysteries, like what happens after death, or why Sonata insisted on wearing rather short skirts when she knew full and well she had nearly a foot of cock to attempt to hide.
“Ari! Dagi!” called Sonata. “I’m home!”
“I’m in the kitchen!” Adagio lied through her teeth, hoping Sonata wouldn’t ask any secondary questions. Luckily, Sonata wasn’t the best critical thinker at the best of times, and after a long day of cosmetology school, her brain was focused primarily on getting a snack and crashing for a nap, so she didn’t think to ask what Adagio was doing, or why she sounded much nearer than she should. Instead, Sonata just trudged ahead, passing the couch and walking right past Adagio’s little hiding spot.
“Cool, are you cooking? I’m, like, so hungry right now! I was gonna get some nuggs from Wendy’s, but I left my wallet in my purse in my locker, so I couldn’t even get a cab!” Sonata stood essentially right in front of her sister, but her eyes were so focused on the kitchen that she didn’t notice Adagio stand up behind her. “Had to walk here, and I didn’t get my nuggs, so can you like make me something to… Dagi? Where are you?”
It was at that point that Adagio sprung her trap: She hit play on her phone, activating the speakers she had stashed around the living room and beginning her playlist of royalty-free circus music. As soon as Sonata heard the iconic upbeat trill of the horns, she froze in abject horror, a tiny yelp of fright escaping her lips. Slowly, she turned around, coming face to face with the stuff of her nightmares. Sonata already had a healthy amount of fear for her big sister, who had a bit of a temper on her, but seeing Adagio in this get-up was beyond frightening. Starkly contrasting with her sister’s palpable terror, Adagio wore a cheshire grin, her tacky, scarlet painted lips spreading from ear to ear as she absorbed Sonata’s fear.
“Hey there, little girl! I’m Dazzles the Clown, and I’m gonna be your new best friend!” Adagio ordinarily wouldn’t let such ridiculous words come out of her mouth, but she had to play her part, and that meant being the best clown she could possibly manage. “Wanna play a game?”
“Eep!” To put it simply, Sonata was petrified, unable to move as her worst nightmare cheerily danced its way to her. “D-d-dagi! You know I hate clowns!”
“Aww, how can you hate clowns? I just wanna play, and have a grand ol’ time with my bestest friend in the world!” Adagio bounced her way over to her sister before twirling on the spot and striking a pose, snapping her suspenders so hard that her own impressive bust jiggled a bit from the impact. “Don’t be scared, little girl! Dazzles here is going to…” Adagio glanced down, her expression shifting from cruel amusement to panicked confusion, and finally ending on sinister anticipation. “Oh my God! Are you getting hard right now?!”
Sonata covered her eyes with her trembling eyes, but even that couldn’t hide the glowing blush rising to her cheeks, or even more noticeably, the way her cock had sprung to life, standing erect and propping up her skirt. Now, Adagio could see every inch of her sister’s equipment, every inch of her mighty and hefty nuts hanging below. Sonata was embarrassed to the point of paralysis, which only made her even easier prey for Dazzles the Clown.
“Say, I thought you were scared of clowns,” purred Adagio, digging into her drawstring bag. She emerged a short spell later with a handful of balloons, and quickly blew into a baby blue one. “Your little buddy down there doesn’t seem too scared to me..”
“Dagi, p-please! You’re totally freaking me out! I don’t know why it’s getting hard, it has a mind of its own… ” squealed Sonata. Though terrified, she couldn’t help but peek through her fingers in morbid curiosity at what this thing was doing. “W-what’s with the balloons?”
“Oh, these? Just a little trick I picked up. I think you’ll like it…” Once the balloon was inflated into its long, tubular shape, Adagio began twisting and bending it, coaxing it into the crude shape of a penis. Sonata blushed even brighter at that, nearly erupting into flames when Adagio began gently stroking the phallic balloon. “And for my next trick…”
Adagio took the balloon to her mouth, parted her lips, and, after giving Sonata a quick little wink, proceeded to force the balloon into her mouth. Sonata squeaked in surprise, her concern entirely drowned out by the sound of Adagio choking down several inches of rubber. She tilted her head up in order to force more balloon down her gullet, and Sonata even managed to discern the bulge in her throat when she began to swallow every last inch of balloon. After Adagio forced every bit into her mouth, she quickly and skillfully pulled it out, with little more than a few coughs and several strands of saliva stringing from her painted lips to serve as evidence to what she had done.
“Ta-da.” Adagio inflated another balloon, this one orange, and simply twisted it into a circle. “Did you like that, little girl?”
“N-no…”
“I think you did. I think you liked it a lot. And if you liked that…” Adagio took the blue penis balloon, still slick from the interior of her throat, and used it to penetrate the orange circle, thrusting in and out in time with her suggestively bouncing eyebrows. “You’re gonna love what comes next."
Adagio dropped to her knees, and gently gripped Sonata’s fat baton in her delicate hands. With her sister above her trembling in equal parts fear and arousal, Adagio wrapped her crimson lips around Sonata’s bulging tip, running her tongue all around her sensitive head. Sonata yelped, unprepared for just how talented her sister’s tongue was. It moved with expert speed and dexterity, flicking and sliding along every groove, ridge, and vein of Sonata’s heft slab of meat, and Sonata let out an unwilling moan when Adagio began choking down inch after inch of her sister’s giant cock.
“Oh fuck, oh God, oh f-fuck…” Adagio looked up upon hearing Sonata’s outburst, and the conflict of emotions she displayed was uniquely entertaining to Adagio. Sonata was horrified, but perhaps even more than that, she was inescapably aroused. So turned on was she that, after just a few minutes of her sister’s admittedly expert mouth at work, her knees began to tremble and her cock began to twitch and pulse, drooling precum down Adagio’s greedy throat. In one deft motion, Dazzles the Clown pitched her head forward, taking every inch of Sonata’s cock into her throat until her big red nose smooshed flush against Sonata’s pelvis, letting out a comical and inexplicable little honk! After savoring the quivering of Sonata’s cock, Adagio quickly retreated for a breath, coughing and hacking into her open palm as she attempted to choke down air.
“P-pleeeeeaaaase stop, Dagi!” squealed Sonata, finally peeking through her fingers to see the smeared and smudged ring of brilliantly cherry red lipstick around her saliva-slickened cock. “Y-you had your fun, and if you wanna f-finish me off that’s fine, but please go change! I can’t take it!” Adagio didn’t respond, only managing to produce more coughs, and Sonata’s fear and arousal began to melt away in favor of sisterly concern. “Are you okay? That was a lot to swallow, can you…”
Sonata trailed off when it became clear precisely why Adagio was still coughing; From her mouth hung the corner of orange cloth. Of course, Sonata pieced together what was happening just a smidge too late, and was caught completely off guard when Adagio tugged on the cloth. She pulled a length of orange handkerchief free, but it was tied by its corner to a blue handkerchief, then a purple one, and so on as Adagio pulled a full foot of tied scarves from her mouth.
“Ta-da!” said Dazzles with a smirk. She wrapped a length of scarf around the base of Sonata’s cock, underneath her balls, and tied it into a loose knot. Not snug enough to cause her sister any pain or discomfort, but just tight enough to keep her from bursting too early. “Now for our next game… Lay down on your back, little girl.”
Whether due to fear or an unshakable hornyness, Sonata complied and laid flat on her back, her mighty cock standing upright and piercing the heavens. Adagio stepped over Sonata, one foot on other side, and tugged her panties out of the way. Slowly, she squatted down, easing herself down onto her sister’s impressive equipment, and she let out a moan when Sonata’s bulbous cockhead split her open. As she lowered herself down, inching Sonata’s fat cock into her cunt, Adagio made another reach for her party bag, this time emerging with three small bowling pins. She grinned evilly as she matched Sonata’s gaze and, with the expert dexterity of a proper entertainer and the hip control of a legendary thot, Adagio began to juggle as she rode her sister. She bounced her thick, juicy ass up and down, just as she rhythmically tossed and caught her bowling pins, the display a unique blend of arousing, impressive, and utterly terrifying to Sonata.
“Whyyyy?!” whined Sonata. She chewed on her lip, unable to do anything but accept the pleasure her sister was forcing onto her. Of course, it wasn’t the sex that bothered Sonata, how could it be? For all of Adagio’s narcissistic obsession with her own appearance, it was hard to say it was undeserved. And that wasn’t even accounting for how good she felt, her tight, hot, velvety cunt gripping Sonata like a vice and milking her for her sticky load. If it wasn’t for the makeup, outfit, and that damn circus music, Sonata would probably be in paradise. “It’s so freaky!”
“You can call it ‘freaky’ all you want. Won’t change the fact that seeing me and my sexy makeup got you all hot and bothered,” said Adagio. She tossed her pins aside, and they made a very satisfying and cartoonish clattering sound upon impact. Adagio leaned forward, placing her hands flat against Sonata’s ample bust for stability before working her hips even harder than before. “But, since Dazzles is your new best friend, I suppose I’ll let you go soon.” Adagio slammed her ass down, impaling herself down to the base of Sonata’s cock, chuckling at the moan of pleasure and relief that escaped her youngest sister. “All you have to do… Is give my nose a little honk. Then I’ll leave you be.”
“W-What?!”
“You heard me, little girl. Honk my nose. You know you want to…”
Sonata was conflicted, as one might expect. Despite clowns being the thing she hated more than anything in this life, the way her sister moved her hips certainly helped to distract her. Sonata vaguely remembered reading something about fear and arousal being inexplicably linked, and that weird biological tick was the only viable explanation she had as to why she was so tempted to do as Adagio said. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, and it wasn’t sure which would erupt first: her twitching, drooling cock or her poor, faint heart. Finally, after a bit of suffering at the hands of her sister’s perfect pussy, Sonata decided not to leave it to chance; She reached up slowly with a shaky, trembling hand and gently gripped Dazzles’ nose, shuddering at the idea of touching such a vile part of such a heinous creature.
“H-honk honk…” whimpered Sonata, before immediately hiding her face in her palms again. Adagio grinned, then reached into her bag of tricks one final time; Someway, somehow, she emerged with a whipped cream pie, complete with a cherry on top. All the while, Sonata was so distraught that she never noticed. “Dagi, please! I honked the stupid clown nose, will you just end this?!”
“Of course, little girl. Let me just untie your pogo stick here,” laughed Dazzles. She grabbed the handkerchief by one end and slowly tugged, undoing the knot. “Oh, and Sonata? I have one last trick I want to show you.”
“What now? You promised you would stop,” said Sonata, just barely holding back her tears. She pulled her hands from her face so that she could properly see her sister. “What is—”
Adagio flung the pie down and into Sonata’s face, burying her features in a mountain of whipped cream. Though she couldn’t see Sonata’s expression, Adagio liked to imagine she was absolutely horrified, and that was the image that occupied Adagio’s thoughts when she leaned forward to whisper into Sonata’s ear.
“Go on, little girl,” purred Adagio. She pulled the scarves free completely, releasing the beast that Sonata carried between her knees. “Cream my pie.”
Sonata’s body went into autopilot, and she grabbed Dazzles by her wide hips for control as she slammed her hips up and into Adagio’s delicious tunnel. Sonata let out a little whine as she pounded her sister’s greedy cunt, until finally, her cock erupted. Sonata moaned through a mouthful of pie filling, her cock spraying Adagio’s iunsides like a firehose. She wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline and fear from Dazzles the Clown, or if her sister was just that damn good in bed, but Sonata couldn’t recall ever cumming harder; She shot off load after hot, sticky, stringy load, filling Adagio’s cunt to capacity. In fact, Sonata didn’t stop cumming until Adagio mercifully ceased her movement, and dismounted her prone, terrified sister. As she stood up, a river of cum dripped from her cunt, making a mess that would certainly be a pain to clean up later.
“Worth it,” chuckled Adagio. “Well, little girl, I’m afraid that’s all for Dazzles the Clown for now. Don’t worry, though, we’re still bestest friends, and I’ll see you again soon!” Adagio dropped her voice from overly playful, to downright threatening. “From your closet. I’ll be watching you sleep tonight.”
Very pleased with herself, Adagio turned to leave, to clean herself up, only to find herself staring down a very confused Aria, who had recently entered the room to see what all the ruckus was about.
“Uh….” Aria looked from Sonata’s slowly softening cock to the flood of jizz that was escaping Adagio, and slowly the gears began to turn in her head. “I thought she was afraid of clowns. Not turned on by them.”
“Evidently, both are true,” said Adagio.
“Huh. Well, uh, I’m fucking terrified of getting pegged by a hot nun,” said Aria, hiding her tone behind a tiny cough. “If you’re, like, taking requests.”
Adagio tilted her head slightly, but soon found herself grinning. As it turned out, costumes were quite a bit of fun.
“Get on your knees and pray, little girl. I’ve got to run to the costume shop.”