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clussy (noun)

Clown pussy, or pussy of a female clown.

-Urban Dictionary

Just a fun prompt to celebrate the 1st of April, you know.

I am not taking this seriously in any way whatsoever, so to whoever's crazy enough to partake in this stupid fever dream, just know that anyone's welcome to play as some honkin' good clussy.

Friday night, right after work with some pals. The circus was in town! What better to spend the evening than for a bunch of dudes vibin' out to jams on the calliope, people on stilts juggling fire, clowns spraying water, and small $10 bags of kettle corn.

We had to have been there until they basically kicked us out --playing games, catching the attractions, grabbing some drinks. That's what real men do, not this Call of Duty online shit (that was for Saturday night, duh).

Now, I had sworn that we all chatted about how much of a good time we had as we left the gates, and began to head our separate ways to unwind, pass out, and enjoy wake up to a nice morning. Maybe think about what I'd have for breakfast.

If only it ended up being that simple...

Honk honk!

The sound jolted me out of my bed in a mild cold sweat. Okay, I was home... in my bed, sitting up... so far so good. I had made it back alive...

I knew I had a few drinks but, how fucked up can you actually get at a goddamn circus, you know? Good to know everything seemed to be alrigh--

"WELL HEY THERE CUTIE!" Honk honk! A woman sits up right in front of me... in my bed... face painted a perfect white with colorful patterns across her cheeks, eyes, and forehead. Short, shiny, and smooth rainbow hair. A decorated nose, crimson red, perfectly spherical and bulbous. A thin, white tank top with whimsical horizontal red stripes across the torso barely covered her chest, seeming to be stretched out a bit.

Oh god. What the FUCK happened last night?

"Let me tell you sugar...!" She continues speaking, a light, airy cadence to her voice. "Thank you for such a honkin' fun night! I might have to call in a snake charmer next time to keep that python under control, things were so crazy!" She finishes, bubbly and excited as ever, pointing at my crotch. Like an act that didn't have an end.

My face was immobile. I just sat there, staring. A few moments passed before I decided to rub my eyes in desperation to hold onto reality. Shaking my head left and right as hard as I could, she was still there.

She leans in closer to me, practically breathing onto my face. "Well...? Whaddya wanna do today, darlin'?" She squeals, holding her hands against her cheeks in pure excitement.

A few more moments just had to pass. I was going to wake up eventually, right? Maybe I just needed a little help...

"Uh... can you, uh... slap me across the face as hard as you can?" I ask in a monotone voice, simply bewildered.

This would be the part where I kinda elaborate on what I think would be cool to see, maybe what ideas you might want to bring to the table, etc... but you know what? I think this sorta just speaks for itself. Yep, it's all right here. What more can be said about such art, honestly.

Yeah yeah... kinks... limits... yadda yadda. We can... uh, talk about that.

If you're interested, you know... click the button and stuff.

If you'll excuse me real quick, I have an appointment with my therapist.