The Monsters' Favorite

Fun with Mr. Puddles! Part 1 (The Clown)

   You never exactly hated clowns, but right now, you wished that Puddles the Asshole would spontaneously combust and leave you the hell alone.

   Slurred laughter sporadically laced with wet hacks sounded behind you, though you could hardly hear it over the blood rushing in your ears as you ran for your life. Claudette missed a skill check on a gen, and yet you were the one being chased. A fifty/fifty shot and you're the unlucky SOB. Again. You wouldn't let Claudette live this one down for a while yet.

   A bottle wizzes but your head. A little too high, it lands far to your left. So, you take a sharp right, and eye a possible vault escape. Ok, just a little further...

   Looking over your shoulder, you stumble a bit seeing him reach for, yet, another one of those toxic bottles. Shit! So close! A little more! Come on, damn it!

   Pumping yourself up, you prepare to dodge a possible attack when suddenly, he lunges forward, butterfly knife at the ready. And.. yes! It misses your back! But to your total dismay, and the Clown's glee, it catches your shirt, ripping it from bottom to collar, practically tearing it from your thick frame. Yeah, it was already tore to hell and back, but damn, if this wasn't freaking embarrassing!

   "Hehe! That's more how I like it! Always had love for the fat girls!" He sneered, flicking his knife to rid it of the fabric tangled around it. You gritted your teeth, tears pricking your eyes and your lungs burning. Just focus on getting away! He's all talk, anyways!

   "I think I'll have some fun with ya, girly! Make ya feel real good, so ya'd never want anyone but me!" The Clown barked behind you. He's getting too close! Just need to vault over that opening and get some distance..!

   It's right there! You prepare to jump over the gap in the wall when you hear him grunt behind you. Before you could react, a pink cloud began to form around you.

   You squeal in surprise. Vision blurring and going double, you stumble and trip over your own feet and face plant right into the window frame.

   Distorted laughter fills your head as you struggle to pick yourself up. Something feels wet, but you can't place where. It should hurt, right? It doesn't, though, and you feel strangely giddy.

   "Oof, that looked painful, girly!" A gruff voice chuckled behind you. "Here, lemme lend you a hand."

   Painful..? Is your face wet? Or is it something else? You can't tell. Your body feels weird...

   Something grabs you by the waistband of your pants. Or what's left of them. Woah! You're pulled high up then slammed onto the window, your body leaning over it halfway. The frame squishes your gut, but not terribly so.

   "Wha? Where? Whosstha?" You mumble, laying completely boneless with your ass sticking up slightly. Something sticky is running down your lips and dripping off your chin. It tastes familiar.

   "Damn, ya got a nice amount of fat to ya. Plump in all the right places." A large hand slaps you hard on the rear, causing you to squeak. Heat began to pool in your gut from the tonic you inhaled. Definitely the tonic, and not the stinging mark that's surely reddening under your panties at the moment.

   "Ow.. Thass my butt..." You turn to look at the pink elephant behind you. Huh, that's funny... You began to giggle. Pink elephant? Here? You're definitely high. Even though something's telling you to be worried, you feel light and bubbly. And slightly hot.

   "Ha! Ya like that, darlin? Course ya do, yer a real slut, ain't ya? Runnin around like that. I'm gonna make ya feel real good here in a second!" The elephant laughed at you. You don't know what's funny, but you giggle too. You miss feeling good. You'd like to feel good again...