Patron Reward: Clowns In The Funhouse; Sockem and Bopper (Patreon)

Slightly complicated backstory to this one. A reward fic based on the existing storyline I have of Clowns In the Funhouse, a brothel set in a world where clowns are their own unique species that run on cartoon logic. The donor wanted a boxing story with boxing clowns and fused the ideas together into some dommy clown brother and sister boxing a customer.

Beyond that, it's just what it says... mixed boxing with clowns against an unwitting human who gets off to it.

Stacy had gotten used to the presence of clowns in the world. Not just the people who dressed up for birthday parties. Apparently an entire species of humanoids that had been hiding among people for untold centuries as people who just looked like costumed and facepainted fools. They had some of the same characteristics that people might expect, but they were people as much as anybody else. They had personal interests, quirks, and fetishes.

The part of the city that housed the goofy residents (locally known as Clown Town) was developing a reputation. If anyone wanted desserts or freaky clown sex, it was the place to be. The latter was what brought Stacy to The Funhouse, who was all too eager to try out the clown-owned brothel.

Stacy was a fairly plain girl with blonde hair down to her middle back. She was dressed in shorts and a sleeveless shirt for the warm day, which might come in handy if she had to undress in a hurry.

Stacy couldn’t be too surprised when she entered the colorful, one-story building and found an elevator lobby awaiting her. It led her upstairs (somehow) to where a comfortable, polka dotted room full of comfortable chairs and lounges were set up for the guests and clownish sexworkers. There were far more than were needed, because only two of the employees were left in the room.

The two clowns were similar in build and colors,even as a man and a woman. They were both in surprisingly good shape for clowns, visibly muscled around their arms and upper bodies. They had fair skin, curly purple hair, and round, naturally red noses that served as the most common indicators of a true clown. They both wore the baggy pants expected of their kind, which just showed off more of their low, cut abs. The boy wore a set of suspenders over a shirt with rolled up sleeves while the girl wore a spotted tube top. Between the boy’s bulging pecs and the female’s big bubbly tits, their respective tops were working overtime to contain their chests.

“Hi… this is The Funhouse, right? With the, uh…?” Stacy started sheepishly.

“Sex clowns?” the purple-haired girl offered in a cheerful tone.

“Damn right,” the other confirmed.

“It’s been a busy day. Most of the guys and girls are busy, ever since that hashtag ‘clussy’ thing took off. Hope you don’t mind that we’re all that’s left right now.”

Stacy’s mouth watered looking between the two buff and sexy clowns. Not what she was expecting from the cartoony babes, but definitely appealing.

“I don’t mind at all! So how much uh… what would it cost for you two together?”

“Well since we’re not giving you much choice,” the girl clown shrugged. “How about two for one special? Ten bucks for the both of us.”

“Of course!” she agreed.

Stacy had paid more than that for lunch! Satisfying her sexual urges and saving money in the process sounded perfect.

“Perfect. C’mon. We’ll take good care of you, pumpkin,” the boy offered.

He looped an arm behind Stacy’s lower back, starting to lead her down the hall deeper in the building. The girl came in on the other side, sliding her arm in to match and getting the blonde girl to blush.

“I’m Sockem. This is my sister Bopper. And you’re gonna love the kind of stuff we get into in our specialty room.”

Stacy couldn’t help but giggle. “Oh yea? And what’s your specialty? With names like Sockem and Bopper, I’d….”

Sockem pushed open one of the doors. The room, like the building itself, was much bigger than she expected. A roomy boxing ring took up most of the space, with hooks featuring robes and boxing gloves mounted on the walls. Heavy bags hung from the ceiling that looked like they had gotten a lot of use. There were no beds in there, but there was a row of cream pies at the far side of the room as if they existed just to confirm she hadn’t gone into the wrong room by mistake.

“Here we are!” Bopper welcomed Stacy as she strolled up to the ring.

She swung her hips as she went, shaking her bubbly booty before she leapt over the ropes. She twirled around in the ring to face their guest and tore off her pants in a single sweeping gesture. They revealed matching boxer shorts beneath it, tightly clinging to the clown’s curves. She raised a hand to her face and blew into her thumb like it was the spout on a balloon. With an inflating noise to match, both of her gloves started to grow larger until they popped into the perfect shape of some polished white boxing gloves.

“Uh… what exactly did I sign up for?” Stacy asked nervously.

She looked over to Sockem. He just started to flex until his clothes burst off his body, showing off his bare chest and another pair of trunks. Stacy had no idea how he managed that while still keeping his suspenders on, but there was a lot people didn’t understand about clowns. He shook out his hands until they flopped out into boxing gloves to match his sister. Stacy was still staring when the studly clown scooped her up behind her legs, carrying her bridal style into the ring while Bopper held the ropes down for them to cross.

“Don’t worry about feeling underdressed. We got you covered,” Sockem assured her.

The flirty talk from the hunky clown had the blonde blushing as she was escorted into the ring. She was too flustered to object as Sockem set her down. He whistled sharply to his sister and waved her over. The two descended on Stacy and she was suddenly consumed by a cloud of dust that smelled of sweat and cotton candy. When the twins backed off again, the cloud settled and Stacy somehow found herself in her own set of blue trunks, sports bra and boxing gloves.

“How did… I didn’t even feel you touch me!” Stacy babbled in her confusion.

“Pro tip, tinytoes: don’t ask so many questions when you’re with a clown. Just enjoy the show, okay?”

Bopper patted Stacy on the cheek, the soft but dense texture of the glove tapping her like a gentle warning. It was much more exciting than Stacy would have expected it to be going into this.

“Ladies and gents, to your corners!” Sockem announced theatrically.

Stacy saw him holding a microphone that had somehow descended from the ceiling. His voice didn’t come from anywhere in particular like a speaker, but it echoed through the room.

“In this corner, we have the challenger! The sexy stranger from parts unknown, let’s hear it for The Pretty Punching Bag!”

A round of applause filled the room from nowhere in particular. Stacy blushed and found herself waving at the same mostly empty room out of instinct.

“Wait, the pretty what now?” she asked too late to stop him.

“And her opponents! First up, the clown princess! The runt of the ring! The KO Bozo! The lesser half of the returning tag team champion, Bopperrr!”

Bopper waved as well, but not without pouting at her brother. She snatched the microphone away from him and her voice took over the announcing echo.

“Oh yea? Well introducing the even LESSER half of the team. The birthday basher. The slapstick slacker. The one who keeps breaking all the good speedbags around here and should lighten up a little! Clap if you give a darn for ‘Put A Sock In It’ Sockem!”

The twins traded a few playful shoves at each other’s sexy chests before they settled back into their corner. They both took on ready fighting stances, taking exaggeratedly swift shadow boxing blows at the air.

“So… I’m supposed to fight the two of you? Both at once?”

“Oh what’s the matter? Don’t tell me you’re one of the ones that’s scared of clowns,” Sockem chuckled.

Looking from his handsome face to Bopper’s boobs to his bulge, “scared” was not the reaction she was getting. Of course, that distracted her until a bell rang from somewhere in the room and the clown siblings immediately moved in to flank her.

“I get her first!” Bopper chimed eagerly.

The busty clown suddenly blindsided Stacy with a cross to the face. It was more shocking than painful, rattling the blonde’s brains as her head bucked along with the blow. The gloves even gave off a short honking squeak like they were adorable chewtoys rather than a fist connecting with her jaw.

“No fair. She wanted mine first!” Sockem bickered with his sister… even as he brought his own glove into Stacy’s slender stomach.

The blonde human grunted loudly, doubling over as her gloves went to her stomach. Both of the clowns just shifted to either side of her and punched her in the tits. Their gloves came from completely opposite directions, mashing her tits together. It sent a shocking surge of both pain and pleasure through her chest. It was a very new experience for her to get off from being beat up by clowns.

Stacy gasped and held her chest, finding her nipples hard and sensitive to the touch of her gloves. Bopper slid in behind her while she was distracted, looping her arms under the human’s. She was clearly outmatched by either one of the clowns, but the odds dropped to zero when she was grabbed in a full nelson. Stacy blushed as Bopper giggled in her ear, grinding her breasts against Stacy’s back. They came with another honking noise.

“Why so squirmy? Don’t tell me you’re getting off on this,” Bopper cooed, nuzzling her round nose against the blonde’s ear.

Stacy certainly felt a wetness in her borrowed trunks. Sockem stepped out in front of her with his gloves raised and ready, a handsome smirk on his pale face.

“Only one way to find out: trying out my new punching bag!”

Sockem started pounding on Stacy, his every hit announced by a lower honk of his gloves. The human girl grunted and jerked as her head was knocked around. Her dizzy moans escaped her lips, sounding much lewder than she might have hoped. Her body kept trying to slump down to the mats but Bop’s “helpful” grip kept her standing.

“Aww, don’t go limp on us already! You’re just starting to make the really fun noises,” Bop teased in her ear.

She shook Stacy around in her grip, making her flop limply in her captured daze. It made her breasts wobble around as Bop clearly used them as tempting targets for Sockem. He responded with a few quick, hard jabs into her chest, adding a little flick of the wrist whenever it connected. It kept Stacy grunting and moaning, confused between the steady ache and the shocking little grinding gloves rubbing her nipples.

It only became more confusing as Sockem stooped just enough to swing a firm uppercut in between her legs. Stacy tried to scream but only a choked gasp escaped her lips. She tried to reach down and cradle her pulsing pussy but Bopper still held her tight. It left Stacy to suffer through the throbbing sensation as Sockem ground his glove into her mound. It quickly became impossible for even Stacy to tell if she was in more pain than arousal. Her hips started thrusting either way, instinctively grinding on the same glove that delivered the devastating low blow.

“Ooooh~! Look at that! She’s lovin’ it!” Bopper teased excitedly.

The clowning sister finally released Stacy’s arms. The human slumped forward, only to get caught by Sock… in a sense. Her face landed between his thick pecs, resting slumped over into the buff but somehow pillowy soft muscle.

“Lemme have a turn, Socks!” Bopper demanded.

“Aww, but she looks so comfy like this,” Sockem teased.

He flexed his pecs, making them bounce beneath Stacy’s face like tiny, gentle punches of their own. They even came with their own little bass drum sound effect with each flex. The battered blonde just moaned and drooled over them, finding herself enjoying it in a punchdrunk way.

“Fiiiine. Just cuz mom says to share,” Sock finally conceded.

Stacy didn’t have the time (or spare brain cells) to think about where baby clowns came from as she was shoved away from the muscular clown’s chest. She staggered right into Bopper’s reach as she snapped a firm jab to her face. It left Stacy stumbling back but Bop zipped in to one side and got her with a hook to the ribs. Stacy let out a quick groan before the clown sister darted off to hit her from yet another angle. It was like she was using Stacy’s barely conscious body as part of a juggling act using only her fists to keep her upright.

“See!? She’s still up for more!” Bop insisted with a giggle.

Her brother joined in on the laugh.

“Man, I knew humans were weird, but this? Getting off to clowns AND getting your butt kicked? You guys can be sooooo weak and CRAZY horny. What a loser. ”

By now even the outright bullying was getting the confused and beaten Stacy horny. A damp patch grew on the front of her trunks, especially whenever Bop got her with a leg-crossing cheap shot to the twat. The clown caught her with a fresh low blow, stooping down and shooting back up to slam her with an uppercut. Stacy saw stars and before she knew it, she was flat on her back with her arms and legs splayed out.

“See, Socks? I told you I was a knockout. They don't call me The Big Bopper for nothin’!”

Bopper posed and paraded around the ring, throwing up her gloved hands and cupping them to honk her boobs. A voice started counting from somewhere in the private room, soft and echoey like an old video game or a crappy radio.

“Only cuz I softened her up for you. She was thirsty for it after I worked her over,” Sockem bickered back, almost ignoring the count completely.

Stacy didn’t even try to get back up, feeling that her arms and legs were just limp noodles now. Apparently, it wasn’t her choice to make because Sockem grabbed her hair in one of his gloved hands and dragged her up to her knees. Being this close gave her an obvious view of the bulge in his trunks. It was that or he had a life size balloon dachshund in his pants.

“Oh! She got back up! Looks like you forgot to finish the job!” Sockem announced, teasing both his sister and their mutual customer.

Stacy just shuddered in his grasp. She was so sore, but a part of her was soooo happy to find out that it was going to continue.

“Yea, she looks dumb enough to keep going,” Bopper said, coming over and grabbing one of Stacy’s arms. The two of them propper her up on her feet, staggering limply before they both socked her in the face at once. The rapidly advancing spheres of white nailed her and sent her flying back into the corner where she slumped there like a drunken scarecrow. She was sporting a few light bruises, for but for how badly she’d been getting her ass kicked, the clowns somehow avoided any lasting damage like it was nothing but a slapstick routine. The pain was certainly still real though, as was the arousal.

The twins seemed to set aside their squabbles to share their mutual love of battering their guest. Sockem knelt down in front of Stacy while Bopper stayed standing, but both unleashed a series of firm, grinding jabs into her body. Socks bashed some stiff straights into her groin, pounding the wet weak spot and sending constant shocks of pain and pleasure up through her pussy. The occasional uppercut really drove it home when he’d hit her clit like it was the perfect bullseye for his crotch beating.

Bopper went high while he went low, pummeling Stacy’s boobs as her main focus. She kept slamming her big soft tits while her own bobbed around happily, filling Stacy’s ears with the sounds of colliding leather and her own horny grunts. It kept knocking the air out of her, and the occasional surprising cross smacked across the blonde’s face to send her sweat and spit flying from the ring like they were trying to keep it clean from her various juices.

“Who would have known that humans were the perfect punching bags?! Nice and soft and weak for such cute little things,” Bopper taunted, clearly rubbing Stacy’s submissive weakness into her face.

“And they make such horny noises. Absolutely shameless. We might be clowns but if she’s losing to us, this slut’s the real joke!” Sock agreed.

Stacy’s body jerked violently, but not from the beating itself. She groaned as an orgasm rushed through her and gushed through her trunks and panties, soaking her borrowed bottoms. Her eyes rolled as the shocking stimulation in her tits and crotch caught up to her, making her tremble and fall away from the ropes. She slumped forward, her face landing in between Bopper’s big pale tits and Sockem’s similarly meaty pecs. Their chests bounced against either of the moaning, witless human’s cheeks as they laughed at her.

“Looks like this match is over,” Sockem observed, smirking down at the punchdrunk, cum drunk blonde trembling with pain and pleasure between them.

“Oh it was over like ten minutes ago,” Bopper assured him.

“As soon as this littlefoot simp stepped in the ring with the two best boxing clowns in town~!”

The siblings thumped their gloves together proudly as they stepped back, just enough to let Stacy drop listlessly to her knees. She would have fallen all the way if they let her, but she ended up with her face stuck between their hips. Her eyes rolled as she found herself caught between Sockem’s thinly covered erection and Bopper’s damp pussy radiating warmth through their trunks.

“The winners and still clown on human boxing champions! Sockem and Bopperrrr~!” Bopper cheered, shaking her hips in a little victory dance that finally let Stacy flop to the mats.

“Hey, you mean champion. I was the one working her toybox when she squirted her brains out,” Sockem corrected her.

“So that was totally my KO.”

“Uhhhh, ‘scuse me?”

Bopper put her gloved knuckles on her hips.

“I was honkin’ her funbags the whole time and keeping her knocked silly. You’re such a dude to think that squirting your seltzer’s all about what’s going on downstairs. I could have had that weak little pinky gushing from the boob bops alone.”

“You wanna go too? Cuz I’m all warmed up after that pretty little punching bag.”

“I’ll be the Punch to your Judy anyday, bozo!”

Stacy was only vaguely aware of the siblings squaring off. Her head spun as she barely managed to put together how much she was dying for a rematch before she passed out completely.