Giggiline Returns (Patreon)

HarMo's note: A short, wholesome story set in the Cirraneverse!

Giggiline Returns

Written by HarmonyMotion
Commissioned by danio13
https://www.patreon.com/harmonymotion
harmonymotionfiction@mgail.com

Story set in danio13’s Cirraneverse

Chapter 1 - Giggiline All Around the Town

“Mommy, look! Who is that beautiful, goofy lady?”

“That’s… that’s Giggiline! Giggiline is back!?”

A hushed murmur descended over the crowd as Giggiline skipped through down in her big, red, clown shoes and symmetrically asymmetric polka dot outfit.

“Did you hear?! She foiled a robbery down at Cirrane Union!”

“So it’s true!? She’s really back?”

“Giggiline! Look out!”

Giggiline looked at the person who’d given the warning with a wide-eyed innocence as she continued to take large hops down the sidewalk. She raised her shoulders as if to ask “What?” just as her airborne leap was about to land on a standing banana peel. With her large shoes, there was no way she would miss.

A loud splat sounded as Giggiline landed on it squarely with the heel of her rubber shoe. A slide whistle whizzed, followed by the sound of cartoonish wheels spinning rapidly as Giggiline flew up into the air. There she hovered, spinning head over heels in a stationary location, a swirling blur of orange, red, and white from her gloves.

After untold rotations, she floated there in midair, belly down. Giggiline looked at her audience, looked at the pavement, held up a big “Uh oh!” sign, and promptly fell flat on her face. The sound of an entire eight octaves of piano keyboard accompanied her ungraceful collapse.

“Giggiline! Are you okay?” Some benevolent audience members ran up to comfort her.

“Honk honk! Tada!!” She jumped to her feet and cocked her hip, arms flailing akimbo. Her big red lips were curled into a huge grin as she honked her bulbous red nose.

The audience cheered and clapped, laughing at her self deprecating performance.

“Thanks everyone!” Giggiline curtsied cutely. “I’m so happy to be back, and I’m happy you all support me!”

“We love you Giggiline!” the little girl from before yelled out.

Giggiline patted her clown suit all over, seemingly looking for pockets that didn’t exist. And then, with a sudden flash of inspiration, she conjured a little daisy out of thin air and handed it to the little girl.

“Aw, thanks!” she reached for it.

Giggiline squeezed the flower, and a tiny harmless jet of water splashed the girl in the face.

“Eeee!” the girl squealed.

The pair laughed at Giggiline’s little prank. The entire crowd joined in soon after.

Giggiline threw her arms into the air, spreading a shower of colorful confetti. Naturally, they disintegrated as soon as she left the area. She didn’t want to set a bad example and litter in the town that she so dearly loved.

Giggiline went along her day, breathing in the fresh Cirrane air. It was especially satisfying today, being in public once more as her clowny self. It had been five years since Bev’s death. A tear formed in her eye, but she wiped it away. No, not today! No sad clown today. Archie had given her the strength to stand up to her fears and face her guilt, one step at a time. She still struggled with it, but the weight of her conscience did not let go so easily.

Some nights were still brutal. She bawled her eyes out as she tried to sleep, seeing Beverly’s lifeless body in her mind’s eye. Archie would sense her pain, even if she were perfectly silent. He would reach over her and squeeze her tight. And she would turn to face him, bury her head in his chest, and drench him with her tears. He would caress the back of her head and whisper to her that it was going to be okay. That it was normal to grieve. To let it all out.

She was so glad to have met him on that fateful day. He had rescued her from her despair.

But, as Archie said, baby steps. And considering the size of her shoes, a baby step was actually a huge leap forward. Giggiline giggled. She was so lucky to have a friend and lover as supportive as he.

She’d have to make another balloon animal out of his dick when she got home. A really, really long and windy one. So she could conjure every last drop of pleasure through his twisted organ and really show him the love he deserved as she pulled an infinitely long hanky out of his spurting member.

He’d probably turn into Gatey Doux as she wrenched him dry. Oh how she loved Gatey’s silent little grimaces of pleasure! She could be so expressive without speaking!

Chapter 2 - A Dissenter

“We inherited this Earth!” a man in a large brown trench coat yelled into a megaphone that screeched with feedback. “Not the birds, not the bees, and not no damn human-animal monstrosities!”

He gestured wildly upon his wooden crate, standing tall and completely shameless. He tried to hand out little glossy cards to all passersby. Most avoided eye contact. Some looked on in disgust. Others stood and listened before taking a card. The sidewalk and lawn was littered with them.

“It’s unnatural! An affront to nature! Man was meant to walk on two feet! He sleeps, works, and comes home to a human woman and his human children! These… freaks,” he waved his cards around, spittle flying furiously, “should not exist! We must hunt them down!”

“Hey!” Giggiline yelled. “You stop spreading that hate right now!”

“You! You’re one of them freaks!” He took out a sharpie and began to scribble madly onto his cards. “We’ll have to add you to the list!”

Some onlookers began to boo the proselytizing man.

“Her… abilities are unnatural! Her clothing is completely indecent! She’s corrupting our youth with her abnormal ways! And her body... is totally outrageous! This isn’t a human, folks! This one is pulling the wool over your eyes! Why, she could kill us without thinking, but we worship her as a hero!? She is the worst kind of enemy! The wolf in sheep’s clothing! She’ll invade your homes and eat your children and you’ll thank her for it like she’s some kind of hero!”

“Throw her out! Throw her out! Throw her out!” he tried to begin a chant, looking to the crowd as he pointed an accusatory finger at her.

Some of the crowd began to chantalong in a hushed murmur, but the snowball never picked up traction. The rest of the crowd just shook their heads and booed harder.

“Giggiline saved my wife!” A large, burly man screamed. He began to run toward the soapboxing man.

“No, no, stop!” Giggiline beseeched the man who would defend her honor. “He’s just a hater! A mean, black-hearted, little old hater!”

“Listen to her ridiculous voice!” he continued, trying to pile it on. “Look at her, pretending to be one of us! Playing the saint! Wolf! Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!”

Not only did he not have the crowd’s ear now, he was actively aggravating them. They began to approach him menacingly.

His eyes went wide with fear. He swung the megaphone around as he put his arms out, trying to halt their advance.

“No… no… wait, you must listen to me… she has controlled your minds! Wolf… wolf...”

With his arms extended, the brown sleeves of his trenchcoat slid upward. On his forearm was a strange looking tattoo, black and sinister and violent.

He tried to speak again, but the only thing that came out was a loud HONK!

The crowd froze in its tracks. That was Giggiline’s signature sound. Why had it come from him?

The protester covered his mouth in shock. With the megaphone still dangling in his hand, another HONK rang out, magnified by the little sound amplifier pointing toward his shoes. The deafening sound and powerful gust expanded his pants, blowing them out like a balloon.

The crowd began to laugh.

“Beep beep boop!” were the sounds that came out of his mouth when he tried to voice his shock again. He looked at Giggiline with daggers in his eyes and pointed the megaphone at her, preparing to honk or beep or boop or whatever at her, as loudly as possible.

He sucked in a deep breath and really let her have it.

But instead of some deafening, earth-flattening sound, the megaphone had turned into silent party blowers! The dark-haired, tattooed protestor’s mouth was now filled with plastic pieces connected to straightened paper rolls.

He sucked in a deep breath, and all of the blowers followed suit. They rolled back up toward him and smacked him in the face!

He rubbed his face, getting the damn streamers out of his eyes. He was a laughingstock now! He turned to run, trying to get out of there as fast as he could with his new baggy pants, but to his shock, he wasn’t making any progress!

He looked down at his legs. They were moving all right. Those accursed clown pants billowed all around his skinny legs as he tried to flee. But… they merely hovered in place as he placed one leg in front of the other! It was like he was running against a conveyor belt!

The crowd laughed even harder at the silly doofus performing a running man right in front of their very eyes. And quite a good one, too! He looked down, looked to his left and right with a complete state of panic on his face, pumped his arms and legs harder, but didn’t budge an inch!

His only reaction was to pump even harder. The crowd doubled over in uproarious laughter.

Meanwhile, Giggiline had her arms around her belly as she guffawed loudly, her open mouth echoing the sounds of multiple slide whistles and irregular honking.

Finally, she relented. With a giant BRRRRRRRRRAP, the vile protestor passed an untold amount of gas as he propelled out of the park, screaming and flailing from his flatulent flight.

Everyone had tears in their eyes now.

Giggiline flashed a little victory sign and winked.

“Thanks everyone for standing by me!”

Giggiline cupped a closed hand to her lips and puffed. A balloon materialized along the outer edge of her hand. She continued to inflate it before sealing it off with a pinch of her fingers, conjuring a long, thin string to hang onto. She floated off into the distance, waving goodbye to the adulation of the citizens of Cirrane she had sworn to protect.

Chapter 3 - Old Friends and Remembrance

Giggiline touched down in the cemetery as the sun set over Cirrane. The long shadows of the thick trees covered her mask of pain as she beelined toward a specific gravestone. She’d been too guilt-wracked to visit, but she’d never forgotten the exact spot it was located. Giggiline had visited often in her mind, pouring her heart out to her friend. She reached the exact spot she had always envisioned, standing before her friend.

Beverly Fraser

May 19, 1971 - April 5, 1996

Always in our hearts

Gone was Giggiline’s natural playful and pranky personality. She stood there in total silence, her entire costume growing somber as the polka dots melded together, combining into a single solid color. Her baggy pants sucked inward too, giving her a serious air.

She just stared blankly at the headstone.

She’d been here so many times in her mind, but all of the gut-wrenching confessions, the outpouring of emotion—none of it was coming out. Her throat was dry. She didn’t know what to say.

Giggiline reached into her breast pocket and pulled out a hanky. She blew her nose. No silly sound came out. Just a regular puff of her, a ruffling of cloth, and a single teardrop rolling down her face.

After a few more moments of silence, she was finally able to vocalize something.

“Bev.”

She sat down cross legged under the shade of the cemetery’s willow trees. The words suddenly came pouring out as she broke the seal with her very first word.

“Bev. Remember those old days, when I showed you my powers, and you were so happy for me? You told me I could do so many great things. And… and I think… I’m doing some of that. The people of Cirrane still remember me, I guess. That has to be good, right? Even after… that… even after five years, they still remember me.

“There’s some… darkness floating about now. There was this guy today. He was ranting about other creatures and stuff. He even singled me out. I saw some people in the crowd start to chant with him. I don’t know if he had some sort of control, or if some people in the crowd were really turning against me, but I can feel the darkness growing stronger.

“No. Silly clown. Why am I talking about that? Bev doesn’t need to hear that.

“Anyway…

“I’m happy to be back. I want to continue to fulfill our vision. I hope… I hope you can…”

Giggiline choked up. The tears were streaming down her face now. Her irregular, involuntarily sobbing and gulps of air prevented her from speaking any further.

She looked down at the grave, watching her tears seep into the dirt above Bev’s body. She could have drowned out an ocean just standing there, trying to apologize to her friend.

But that’s not what Bev would have wanted.

Finally, Giggiline wiped her eyes.

“I hope you’re happy. Wherever you are now, Bev. Thank you for your final words to me. I love you.”

Giggiline conjured a beautiful bouquet from her solemn clown suit. Holding it at the base of the plastic wrapping, Giggiline placed the assortment of daffodils, tulips, and hyacinths, vibrant and glistening with dew, next to her friend’s epitaph.

She murmured under her breath, not sure of what to say anymore. Just feeling that she had to say something, anything else.

Shuffling her feet along the well-groomed grass, Giggiline began to exit the cemetery. To her surprise, she found her old friends Lina and Kai approaching.

“Giggiline,” Lina ran up and embraced her clown friend. “I’m so glad you came.”

“You… you followed me?” she asked, trying to hide her quavering voice.

“No. But we expected we would eventually run into you,” Kai answered evenly.

“Bev forgives you, you know. I know these things. You two were friends, but I knew her better than any of us. She would never want you to blame yourself for what happened. She doesn’t.”

Giggiline squeezed Lina even tighter as she cried into her shoulder.

“Five years is too long. I’m sure that’s what Bev thinks,” Kai commented.

Lina shot him a death glare.

“But… Bev would tell you to take all the time you need,” Kai quickly corrected his course of words. Lina’s eyes softened, showing approval.

“Lina… Kai… I missed you!” Giggiline sobbed.

“We saw you not too long ago,” Kai began.

Lina shot him another death glare.

“I mean, er. We’ll always be here for you.” He returned Lina’s gaze.

“Thanks, you guys… I think… I’m back for good now. It’s what Bev would have wanted, I think.” Giggiline sniffled.

“Yes dear, Bev would have wanted that. And what do you want?” Lina asked tenderly as she stroked her friend’s hair.

“I… I would like that too.”

“So can we expect some more impromptu carnivals soon? I miss the flying elephants, personally speaking.” He cracked a wide, shit-eating grin.

Giggiline laughed, finally breaking her embrace with Lina. She went to hug Kai, squeezing him tight and lifting him off his feet.

“Whoa! Giggiline!”

“We’ll see, logic boy,” she winked at him with her bright orange pupil before setting him back down. “Oh, I have one more thing to show you. You have to keep it a secret, okay?”

“Huh?....What secret?...” Kai asked.

Giggiline acted before she lost her nerve, before her friends could voice any objections. In a large, pink and orange puff of smoke, she presented herself in her normal Joyvanna form.

“Ta-da…” she pantomimed a less hyperactive version of her Giggiline pose.

“Hey… I know you!” Lina exclaimed. “I’ve seen you at the Busy Bean Bistro. You’re there all the time!”

“Hi Lina… my name’s Joyvanna. Jovie for short. It’s… hehe, it’s nice to meet you,” she introduced herself shyly and stuck out her arm for a handshake.

Lina swept Jovie’s arm aside and gave her another hug.

“I always knew,” Kai stated.

“Oh shut up!” The girls found themselves simultaneously rebuking him.

“Jinx!”

“Ji… oh hell!”

All three of them laughed.

Epilogue

An extremely well-endowed woman sat in an infinite space of whiteness. The only things that existed in that realm were she and her computer.

She was browsing the city of Cirrane’s website.

Childish graphics, misaligned text, and hard to navigate links were placed willy-nilly all over the screen. She managed to click on the latest story about Giggiline foiling a bank robbery.

She shivered in anticipation as she read it. Her enormous bosom jiggled in response. She licked her lips as she focused on every detail of Giggiline’s antics.

“Soon, soon, I will be coming,” she whispered huskily...