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The retun of the horny clown fuckboi Olive from https://twitter.com/TheLewdCarnival. Was given kind of a blank slate besides a couple scenes and moves, so came up with some fun and suitably horny stuff as Minnie their big blonde strongwoman wants to introduce wrestling the customers to their circus.

Carnal’s Traveling Carnival knew its main appeal was being a kinky little getaway for couples and singles to let loose with their general circus theme. That meant appealing to the general public but also giving options for those with more specific fetishes.

That was when Minnie brought up her idea. She had talked to plenty of customers and between them and her own ideas of fun, she pitched building a wrestling ring into the middle of the circus. Customers could pay to wrestle with the brawny blonde country girl, and just by looking at the big girl it would mostly be people looking to be humiliated and tossed around before wrapping things up with some rough sex.

Pudding had given it the go-ahead. Wrestling was a classic part of carney history, so it fit the theme well enough. Pudding just wasn’t sure if customers would be bold enough to simply go for it. She figured that showing them an example would make it easier for them to swallow, so she roped Olive into coming along with her to take on Minnie in an exhibition match for the people.

Olive and Pudding stepped into the wrestling ring where Minnie was already warming up the crowd, flexing and blowing them kisses in a striped and skimpy leotard.

“So she’s not gonna actually hurt us, right?” Olive muttered to Pudding.

The dark-skinned mime style clown glanced back at him with a skeptical glance.

“Oh… yea! Of course,” Pudding insisted.

“This was her idea, and everyone knows wrestling’s fake. She’ll just make it look good. Just follow her lead.”

The clowns looked over at their resident freckled strongwoman. Minnie raised and rapped a knuckle on the ring bell mounted on the outside of the ring.

“C’mon, you two! Let’s getter goin’ and give these folks a show!”

The other two exchanged one last glance before they started to warily move in on Minnie.

“Ok,” Olive muttered. “But you’re goin’ down, Min. It’s two against one. But let’s just have fun and…”

The big country girl grabbed each of them by the arm, yanking them right into her grasp. She wrapped a beefy arm around each of their necks, trapping them tightly between her biceps and her breasts.

“Oh we’ll have lotsa fun, sugar!” Minnie assured him cheerfully.

Pudding and Olive gagged within her mighty hug, just for her to fling them over her shoulders like they were two squirming bales of hay. The dizzied clowns coughed in the fresh air, just to let it back out with a startled squeak. Minnie brought both of her strong hand slapping against their meaty behinds, fondling a cheek in each palm. The audience quickly started to get behind the big blonde’s showboating and humiliating treatment.

“Y’know, I never got the phrase ‘punching the clown’ for jacking off, but now I kinda do!” Minnie joked.

As big and blunt as she tended to be, the crude humor got a good laugh from the crowd. She flexed her arms and shoulders, hoisting the two clowns up even higher on her body.

“See? She’s just having fun with it,” Pudding panted.

The dark-skinned mime manager adjusted her hat on her curly brown hair. She was about to shut up to go along with the show when Minnie gripped her around the midsection and hurled her into the ropes. Pudding went flying into them, stretching them near their limit from their resident strongwoman’s killer throwing arm. The clowngirl went wailing all the way before she was slingshotted back to the middle of the ring. Minnie flexed and swung one of her beefy arms into Pudding’s tits for a breathtaking clothesline. The arm barely budged but Pudding gagged loudly as she bounced off it and flopped flat on her back.

“Not… playing…” she managed to wheeze out, clutching her aching tits.

Olive’s eyes went wide but her warning came too late. Minnie grabbed him by his crotch and neck, lifting him high over her head like one of her oversized weights. He let out a comical yelp as the country girl kneaded his balls a moment before swinging him back down, slamming his back across her extended knee as she knelt down low. He flinched but her thigh was wide and solid enough that it didn’t hurt him as much as he’d feared… which was to say he wasn’t as crippled as he expected.

“Happy landings,” Minnie laughed jovially, clearly having the time of her life.

“Agh… I haven’t hurt like that since our last Peg-a-thon,”  Olive groaned, her smiling face nearly eclipsed by her overhanging breasts.

He was left stunned and completely vulnerable, perfect for Minnie to grab and tear off his pants, sending his suspenders snapping off along with them. The big blonde hoisted him back up, but this time cupped his ass in both hands to lift him right in front of her face. It stuffed his dick up between her cleavage, making him gasp from the unexpected pleasure amidst being tossed around like he was Minnie’s favorite chew toy.

“Thanks for volunteerin’, Olly! I been lookin’ for somebody to test out my new Blowdriver out on,” the cheery brute chimed.

“I don’t know if I should be excited or terrified,” Olive groaned in her grip.

“You can be both!”

Minnie smiled at him before leaning forward enough to take the tip of his cock into her mouth, blowing and titfucking him all at once. Her drool pooled up between her breasts, soaking and stroking Olive’s dick with exceptional care. His lightheadedness came from another source than just being dizzy from being tossed and slammed around the ring in a non-stop rollercoaster for the last minute.

“Ooh! I could get used to this kind of wrestling,” Olive moaned.

He held onto Minnie’s hair, steadying himself while urging her to suck faster. Her lips curled into a proud smile, sealing them tighter around his cock before she suddenly spiked him down to the mats again. The springy surface soaked up the worst of the impact but Olive still bucked in surprise, which rammed his dick further into her mouth. The combined shock and thrill of the moment got him to gasp and spurt out a quick shot of pre into Minnie’s mouth. The country gal licked her lips as she got back up to her knees, dusting off her strong hands as Olive’s limp and startled body went tumbling into a corner, propped up on the bottom rope by his arms like a seated scarecrow.

“Gets ya by surprise, don’t it? Now this guy? He’da nut on the spot, am I right?”

Minnie pointed and winked at a blushing young man out in the audience, playing to them while making sure they were enjoying the show. She grabbed Olive his ankles, the groaning femboy laid out flat as she bent his legs back over his head. His leaking dick hovered over his face, drooling precum and Minnie’s saliva over himself until she straddled his hips, tugging his dick upright. With her legs pinning his, she peeled aside her leotard and mounted up, drawing him into her pussy with a low, happy hum. It was obvious to anyone watching (especially Olive) that showing off her strength and skill in the ring was getting her wet as hell.

“Got me nice and warmed up there, Olly. Now it ain’t polite to keep a gal waitin’...”

She started riding him roughly, bucking hard enough to bump him into the padded ringpost. It was soft enough that it didn’t do anything worse than hitting him with a pillow, but it kept him knocked silly enough for the blonde brickhouse to keep him trapped in a stupified but horny state. It was easy enough for her to bend him over into an amazon position, ramming her pussy up and down like a jackhammer on him.

“Mmmm, here we go! One! Two! THREE!”

Minnie timed her thrusts with each sound of her 3-count, pinning while fucking the stunned and aching clown. Olive gasped and shuddered instinctively, shaking as his cum shot into her slit. She beamed and backed out just enough for his cock to pop out and his jizz to spill over her abs.

“There we go! That’s one. Now just- HUP!”

Minnie gave a surprised little sound as Pudding hopped onto her back. She wrapped her arm around the bigger blonde’s neck, doing her best to choke her out while keeping herself suspended off the ground. Her acrobatic leap was the only way she could reach the towering bumpkin’s neck in the first place.

“I gotcha!” Pudding grunted proudly, dangling off Minnie’s broad back.

“The bigger they are, they harder they fall, right? And you…”

Minnie reached behind her and sunk her hand down the back of Pudding’s pants. She grabbed the brightly colored thong that was buried beneath her black pants and pulled up sharply on the only colorful thing the mime manager wore. Pudding squealed loudly as the blonde lifted her off her back by the hanging wedgie.

“You… you are apparently not big enough to fall for that,” Pudding gasped.

Her dangling legs kicked in the air as Minnie smirked at her. She tugged on the waistband of Pudding’s panties, making her gasp and shiver as it wedged deeper up her wide bottom and her dampening pussy.

“I knew I shoulda oughta put you two under some tag team rules, but where’s the fun in that?” Minnie teased, grinning at her writhing boss.

She gave a subtle tug on the underwear, tipping it over and spilling Pudding out of her panties. She landed with a messy huff as she hit the mats, falling right out of her clothes to leave her big brown booty sticking up in the air. Minnie climbed on top of her back and wrapped her legs around her neck, the iron-like thighs bulging and flexing to make the clowngirl gag in another one of her choking holds.

“I should get mah practice in now. I know these head scissors are gonna be a real popular one with the fans,” Minnie explained.

Pudding was too busy gasping and beating her fists on the seemingly tireless muscles of the country girl. Minnie leaned back, bracing herself on her palms as she put more pressure on Pudding and made her lean back, her breasts ready to burst through her top. Just before it felt like Pudding would pop, she felt the pressure loosen. Minnie caught her by the hair and spun her around to face her still-exposed pussy, slick with her own juices and OIive’s leftover cum.

“I can end this right now, or you can make it worth mah while to keep this up a bit longer,” Minnie purred.

She flexed and bent her legs, urging Pudding’s face forward. The mime stared but ran with it as she leaned in, kissing and licking at Minnie’s pussy that was left right in front of her. The big girl moaned and her legs tightened up again, squashing the dark-skinned clown despite her latest offer. She started humping Pudding’s face without even loosening the hold.

“MMM~! Nothin’ like a bit’a cleanup after sweaty match, right?”

Pudding mumbled that she wouldn’t know, but it was drowned out by her mouthful of pussy. She could just watch Minnie’s abs and breasts bob along with her thrusts before the blonde twisted off to one side. Pudding briefly lost track of her before she felt Minnie slap a hand against her ass. Pudding squeaked and her lower body jerked obediently, letting Minnie spread out her boss’ legs and start to eat her out in a twisted 69 headscissor. Pudding’s panting and moaning grew louder, and her much softer thighs hugged around Minnie’s head appreciatively rather than in anything close to an effective hold.

Pudding lapped away obediently, licking up Minnie’s overworked pussy. The blonde gave her own hungry grunts as she rolled her tongue around inside the clown, painting her slit with her saliva as she enjoyed the hold a bit too much. Minnie gave a sudden and delighted moan, sealing her lips around Pudding’s clit as her vibrating tongue stroked it from base to tip. Pudding’s eyes went wide beneath her sweaty bangs as she thrust her face into Minnie’s crotch, the girls gushing over each other. Pudding’s whole body trembled while she also clearly got the worst of the exchange, Minnie squirting a strong wave of cum over her face. The clown makeup was naturally made to handle a cumshot, but Pudding started instinctively slapping against Minnie’s thigh rather than risk drowning in the orgasmic flood.

“Annnd tapout! Guess who’s still reignin’ champ around here?!” Minnie boasted.

She finally released the soaked and listless Pudding as she stood back up, flexing one brawny arm while the other braced on her hip. The audience went wild as they hastily tried to find where to trade in their tickets for a round with the musclebound femdom.

“Not so fast! Heel turn time!” Olive shouted triumphantly from his corner.

He came charging at Minnie from behind, leaping into the air for a flying karate kick. He was mostly just copying what he’d seen on tv, but he thought he got the hang of it. At least, until Minnie turned around at the last minute. She caught him under the arms, stopping him abruptly in midair. She dropped swiftly to one knee, swinging his whole body down with her so that his naked crotch crashed into her braced and flexing knee.

Everything seemed to slow down for the bratty femboy as his nads rearranged themselves like a testicular car crash. Olive had never really thought about his life. What had brought him here, working for a sexual circus act. Part of it was the attention, he supposed. He was mouthy and he tended to stand out already, so why not crank it up to the max as a sex-working clown? But was it all worth it? Was the pay and the hot sex and pestering his coworkers worth what felt like a rhinoceros had decided its only escape was up through his taint? He would never know the answer, with his mortal wisdom, but it felt like enough for him to seek out whatever crass-humored god arranged all this just to call him a bitch.

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“Well the good news is everyone’s been flocking to Minnie’s ring. She’s breaking a sweat but she’s not slowing down, that’s for sure. So guess everyone’s having a good time about it,” Pudding noted.

She walked by Olive at the ticket booth with a pair of crutches. She was more sore from muscle aches than she was actually injured, but Minnie’s sloppy cunnilingus had left her legs like jelly for the last hour.

Olive had mercifully been granted the easy spot in the ticket booth after the existential crisis (aka Minnie’s muscles joining forces with gravity to team up on his junk) that he’d gone through. He was slumped back in his chair with an oversized ice pack slowly melting on his crotch.

“Good for her,” Olive muttered weakly.

“Glad Minnie didn’t hurt anything when she ran inta my magnum dong.”