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The Show Must Go On. 

That was the mentality all the members of the circus seemed to share. Whether injury, or insult, or waking up on the wrong side of the bed, you did your show and you didn’t complain. Or, kept complaining to a minimum at least. It wasn’t about the guests; no, it was about survival. More ticket sales meant more money meant more food, which meant survival. This was both silently understood and explicitly stated by all of the circus members. So, when one person’s show went awry…

“Jester!” you chirped, for the first time in your life relieved to see the purple monster. He grinned slyly as he turned to you, not letting your sudden enthusiasm go unnoticed. 

“Oh, Pierrot’s pet, what a lovely surprise,” he hummed calmly, standing straight as he looked down at you, his grin menacing. You shuddered at his intimidating presence. Still, you continued to smile up at him. 

He always called you that. You were sure he knew you by name, but you had never once heard him utter it, always electing to call you Pierrot’s pet instead. You didn’t mind much, outside of a bit of embarrassment and annoyance. You knew your place in the circus. 

“Listen, Jester, I can’t find Pierrot, and I know his show starts in, like, 5 minutes. I was wondering if you’d seen him?” you asked, unable to hide the concern in your voice. It wasn’t like Pierrot to wander off right before a show. He was always prepared, always straightening his hat or sharpening his knives backstage, so this sudden change left you… antsy. 

Jester frowned, raising a brow as he looked down at you. You wrung your hands out nervously, instinctively avoiding eye contact as his presence threatened to suffocate you. You hadn’t meant to get Pierrot in trouble, you were simply worried about him. Besides, he’d been acting off lately. He was constantly fidgeting, with his clothes, hat, hair, anything. More than that, he’d been much more touchy as of recent as well. He already hung off of you 24/7, but as of recently it was getting ridiculous. Seriously, he growled when you tried to go shower. Shower. How weird he’d been the past few days mixed with his sudden disappearance… you found yourself willingly asking for the Jester’s help. 

“Pet,” he said, his tone careful, “has your dear Pierrot been acting… off, to you?” he asked, as if he already knew. You nodded hesitantly, eyeing Jester warily. After a few tense moments of you studying each other, Jester's signature eerie smile returned, and he let out a hum. “Be a good girl and don’t go far, hm?” he said, patting your face in a condescending manner. Your face burned red in embarrassment as he turned and quickly left, footsteps thick with determination. 

Trusting Jester to locate your Pierrot, you pulled out your phone, staying in place like Jester asked. You opened some shitty mobile game to pass the time, thankful that the circus had terrible service, so the ads didn’t play mid game. You were unaware of what was happening around you, feeling safe to focus on your phone instead of the setting you were in, as you already knew many of the secrets the circus held. Despite the horrors that persisted here, you knew that Pierrot’s love for you kept you safe from harm here, so long as you stayed quiet. 

Immersed in your phone, you failed to notice the guests walking away from Pierrot’s tent, disappointed. You failed to notice the Closed for Maintenance, Come Back Later to See the Show! sign being put at the entrance. 

You failed to notice the figure hovering behind you, until one strong arm latched around your midsection, the other covering your mouth. 

You screamed instinctively, thrashing a bit against your captor. But their grip was strong, inhuman…

You stilled upon realizing it was one of the circus members, knowing you’d likely just be picked up and put somewhere else in the circus. It happened often, unfortunately. They all truly treated you like a pet, picking you up and placing you down somewhere nearby, either to be entertaining for them, or for you to be out of immediate danger. Pierrot, Jester, Doctor, Harlequin, hell even Ticker Taker was guilty of it. Guess they find that easier than an ‘excuse me’...

“What a good pet you are,” Jester purred teasingly in your ear as he began to walk towards Pierrot’s tent. You tried to glance up, but he kept your head forward, making sure your eyes were on your destination. “Thank you for alerting me to the issue with your… owner. I am happy to report that I found him!” he chirped, eerily elated. 

“Oh! Is he alright?” you asked, now worried as you saw the ‘out of order’ sign at the mouth of the tent. 

Behind you, Jester smiled. “Unfortunately, he seems to be feeling a bit… stressed. Would you mind going in and- I don’t know, helping him out?” he asked. You shuddered at the hint of sadism in Jester’s tone. Clearly, he wasn’t telling you everything. When did he? Still, you were always willing to help Pierrot, no matter the task. 

Jester was counting on this. 

“I’ll help, but, what exactly am I help-”

You were rudely cut off as Jester set you down, shoving you through the mouth of the tent. “Pierrot! Here she is!” he announced gleefully. You looked back at him, confused. You were met with the menacing glint in Jester’s eyes, before the lip of the tent shut, leaving you in complete darkness. 

Turning around, you went to call out to Pierrot, but were rendered silent by the sight in front of you. 

Glowing amber pupils illuminated his maskless face just barely, enough for you to tell he had forgone his mask but not enough to make out any features. You could make out a bit of the ivory shade of his hair if you squinted, but it paled in comparison to that gentle glow. As you glanced down, you shuddered, only realizing he was naked as you saw the tip of his cock illuminated in that same radiant shade of amber. You saw his hard cock bob as he slowly stalked forward, slowly closing in on you like a predator would prey. 

It was easy to forget just how much bigger Pierrot was compared to you until he was closing in on you like this, your neck craning up as he neared. He growled as he got closer, the sound rattling some primal fear deep in your bones. On instinct, you backed up, tripping over your feet in your shocked haste, landing on your ass roughly. You glanced up, watching Pierrot begin to crawl over you. You were shaking in fear, not so much of your Pierrot, but more so the shock of the situation. Still, the scent of your fear wafted into the air, the monster scenting the air lightly as he hovered over you. 

Your fear was quickly quenched as Pierrot let out a dramatic purr, laying his entire body weight over you, smothering you with his affection. He said nothing, just continuing that loud, rumbling purr as he nuzzled into your neck. You felt his cock jump against your leg as he indulged in your scent, but you chose to ignore it for now, more focused on figuring out what was going on now that you knew Pierrot nor you were in any immediate danger. 

“Pierrot, love, what's wrong?” you asked, voice honeyed and sweet as you brought a hand up, going to caress his hat as you always did. Instead, you were met with the hard keratin sheath of his horns. You’d felt them under his hat before, but feeling them so openly like this had your hands wandering in wonder. You brought your other hand up, exploring the new parts of Pierrot you’d been exposed to. His purring only got louder, and he nuzzled more enthusiastically into your neck, drool beginning to slide down the sensitive skin there. 

You shivered, panting softly. You felt terrible for getting worked up while something was clearly up with Pierrot, enough to cancel his show apparently, but you really couldn’t help it, especially when he was so… sweet like this. He was always sweet with you, of course, but right now he seemed almost… domesticated? Whatever it was, it made your knees weak. 

You heard Pierrot growl above you, your only warning before he pressed a needy kiss to your lips. His tongue wasted no time bullying into your mouth, his hands gripping your waist greedily as he began to rut his cock against your leg. He grunted, shuddering as he moved against you like you were a toy, something to work his frustration off against. 

“P-Pierrot,” you panted out, head turning to the side to break the kiss, trying to get answers first. Pierrot didn’t take kindly to this, moving one clawed hand up to your face, meanly squeezing your cheeks as he forced you into another kiss. “Pmmrow-” you tried to slur against his mouth, before you were silenced by his large tongue sliding in, rendering any attempt at speech useless. You whimpered softly, eyelids fluttering shut on instinct at the pleasure. He always knew how to unravel you, make you weak for him in every way possible. That was how he liked you- needy, wet, desperate. Still, you tried to keep hold of at least a couple of brain cells for now, at least until you got some answers.

Pierrot pulled away from your lips. Your eyes had adjusted a bit to the dark, but only enough to make out basic shapes around you. His pupils were blown, completely heart shaped, illuminating his upper face. His skin was an inky black color, slightly amber tinged thanks to the glow of his pretty eyes. You could make out his teeth as well. Those sharp, unforgiving teeth of his, his mouth curled around them in an almost drunk smile. He looked unhinged. He looked feral. 

He looked pathetic. 

“Pierrot, are you ok?” you tried once more, bringing a hand up to cradle his face. He placed a hand over yours, holding it to his face as his inhuman tongue curled around it, trailing some down your wrist as he moaned at the taste of your skin. You shivered, but frowned, trying again. “Honey, I can’t help if I don't know what's going on,” you cooed, trying to coax even a few words out of him. 

“My… heat…” he rasped out, voice thick with need and accent heavy in his distracted state. You raised a brow, cocking your head. 

“Heat? What, like, mating season?” you asked incredulously. He nipped at your palm, before nuzzling against it again, nodding as he looked up at you with those needy doe eyes of his. You bit your lip, feeling him continue rutting against you needily. “And you want my help with it?” you asked, trying to keep your tone reassuring. He moaned at the simple thought of it, panting against your palm as he glowered down at you, gaze full of lust. 

“M-my lady…” he rasped, “please, I need you. I need to breed you.” His tone was almost pitiful, a raspy whine that showed just how much he needed this, needed you. Taking a deep breath, you nodded. 

“It’s ok, baby. Do whatever you need to to feel better,” you reassured. 

Wrong choice of words, on your end. Pierrot’s grin sharpened into pure glee, a whine of triumph leaving his lips as he stood abruptly, dragging you up before cradling you in his arms. It felt like only a second before you were into the back part of his tent, being placed gingerly on a pile of blankets and pillows, Your face burned red as he dragged the tips of his claws over your shirt and bra, effectively slicing them in half. You frowned, whining in protest. 

“Pierrot-” you groaned in frustration. He just grinned stupidly, looking up at you with joy. 

“Whatever I need~” he hissed out, licking over his teeth as your breasts fell, exposed to the cool air of the tent. One hand braced on your hip to keep you still, he brought his free hand to your chest, a soft moan leaving his hips as he gently traced the delicate curves under his fingertips. “Soo beautiful,” he slurred out, leaning forward to capture a nipple in his mouth. You sighed out in pleasure, back arching a bit as you gave him room to do what he needed. He was always so good to you. Baking you treats, keeping you safe… you figured letting him do as he pleased to you wasn’t such a big ask. Plus, you weren't complaining, not with the way electricity shot up your spine as he sucked on your nipple, teeth lightly grazing the sensitive skin there. So long as he replaced your bra later, you didn’t mind this one bit. 

His hips began to churn against your thigh yet again, the desperate humping motion rocking your body a bit with the force, causing your tits to bounce with the movement. Pierrot groaned, releasing your nipple from his mouth as he panted up at you. 

“M-my lady, please, let me in. I need to be inside of you,” he gasped, nearly doubling over as his movements against your thigh grew more rough. You bit your lip, studying the absolute mess Pierrot was right now. Normally, Pierrot took his time with you. Soft, teasing foreplay leading to working you open on his tongue, sometimes for hours, before he gently fucked into you. He was always so careful, knowing he was so much bigger than you. Not just him, but his cock. Every time he entered, you felt the air get punched from your lungs, the stretch stinging your walls. Because of this, your lover always held back, always treated you like damn porcelain despite your insistence that I’m a big girl, Pierrot, I can take it. You felt terrible, knowing that even if he came, it couldn’t have been satisfying. At least, his knot was always an angry red afterwards, pulsing just outsight the entrance of your cunt. 

Seeing how pitiful, how desperate Pierrot was right now, you knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back. 

You grinned, scratching lovingly at his scalp as his eyes rolled back softly, moaning at the contact. “My love,” you whispered to him, trailing your lips along the edge of his ear teasingly, “I need you to cum inside me. Knot me, breed me. Please, make me your mate,” you moaned, putting an extra slutty edge to your voice just to entice him that much further. 

“Fuck- please, my lady I need you!” he whined, fumbling pitifully with your jeans before looking up at you with wide pleading eyes, whining more as he failed to tug them off. You hummed softly at how fucking cute he was in heat, already shoving your jeans and panties down, laying back and spreading your legs for him. 

“Fuck, s’pretty-” he slurred, diving forward to your glistening pussy, drool dripping onto the blankets beneath you. Before he could reach his target however, you pushed his head back, making him whimper, his eyes gazing up at you all big and sad. 

“Babyyy~ come fuck me already,” you teased. His cock, which had been throbbing since you entered the tent (and probably before), looked painfully hard. As much as you knew he adored your taste, you didn’t want him in pain any longer. He gave a heartbroken glance to your cunt, before moving up, hovering over you, hands gripping your waist to hold you down. 

“M-my love, I do not want to hurt you,” he whined, “but I need it, need to feel you around me, I need it more than I need air,” he begged, as if you hadn’t already given him the green light. He was fighting a battle with himself. Not wanting to harm you, versus not wanting his poor cock to hurt anymore. His head was so addled with lust, pheromones and instincts, and yet he was worried about hurting you still. 

God, he was so cute. 

“What if I ride you?” you asked, trying to give his needy mind a break. He whimpered, looking up at you. 

“Won’t you tire?” he asked, as if he didn’t literally drool harder at the thought. 

“If I do, I’ll let you take over. Deal?” you wagered, hoping he’d accept. 

You grinned as Pierrot nodded, laying back to let you crawl into his lap. As you wrapped a hand around his cock, he cried out, clearly over sensitive. He throbbed hard in your grasp, his heartbeat erratic and firm, tip still glowing that pretty, steady amber hue. It was incredibly helpful in the dark environment, allowing you to line him up with your entrance. His hands shook at your hips, keeping you steady as he ignored every impulse to slam you onto his cock like a fleshlight. 

“Nghh- my lady!” Pierrot cried as you began to sink down, biting back a wince at his impossible size. His hips bucked up once, twice, seating you halfway on his cock before you could realize what was happening. 

“Holy shit-” you gasped, clenching around him as you struggled to adjust. Still, you kept sinking down lower, although slower than before, truly intent on taking all of him. Pierrot’s hands left your waist, instead grabbing desperately at the blankets beneath the two of you, his eyes squeezed shut as his mouth fell open- the perfect picture of need. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you felt his balls press against your ass, signaling he was fully inside. He was writhing underneath you, cock pulsing against your walls as he babbled out, already pussy drunk. 

“Please, dear, ride me, fuck me. I need you so badly my love. You feel so good wrapped around me, so tight, so wet. Please use me, let me breed you. Please, please-” he rambled on, trembling at the effort it took to hold back. You hummed, grinding down on him a bit to watch him grasp harder at the blankets beneath him. 

“Pierrot,” you hummed, voice tight with the pleasure of him being seated so deep within you. “I think I’m tired. Won’t you fuck me?” you pleaded, voice low and needy. 

His control snapped in an instant, his hands flying to your hips before grinding you down onto his cock, rocking you back and forth as he made sure every inch was inside of you. 

“I-I’m sorry, my love, I need you,” he mumbled, before lifting you up as if you were nothing but a toy, a pretty breeding mount for him to relieve himself with. He slammed you back onto his cock, before setting a brutal pace, slamming into you like it was the last thing he’d do. 

“You feel so good my lady~” he slurred out, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as his mouth hung open, drool trekking down his face. As wrecked as he looked, you didn’t look much better, jaw slack as moans left your lips, soft whines punctuating every time his tip bruised your cervix. 

He fucked you hard, cock bullying your walls as he worked his heat out against you. Pretty tears began to well in his eyes as he relieved himself with your cunt, that amber glow framing them as they threatened to spill over. It wasn’t uncommon for Pierrot to get pussydrunk, but you’d never seen him so fucked out before, like the only thought in his head was you and your touch. 

“P-Pierrottt-” you drawled out, eyelids fluttering at the pleasure. You leaned forward, bracing your arms around his neck as your forehead rested against his, breath fanning against his face as you panted. He let out a garbled whimper, mouth agape as you pressed your lips to his. The kiss was hot, hungry, his desire for you too much as it spilled over, threatening to overtake you. 

“My love-” he panted into the kiss, his thrusts already beginning to lose their rhythm, becoming sloppy. “You’re beautiful, all mine. Mine to love, mine to fuck, mine to breed. Gonna lock you on my knot, gonna make your belly all full and round, full of me, full of-” he whined, cutting off his own words as his knot began to swell, popping in and out of your cunt as he thrusted into you. You felt the walls of your pussy stretch, your entrance catching onto his knot as he kept fucking you silly. 

“Fuck, knot me baby, fuck a baby into me, make me yours!” you gasped out, rocking your hips in time with his thrusts. He groaned, slamming you down hard onto his cock, his knot fully swelling as it finally locked the two of you into place. 

“S’good, s’full. Breed, yeah, breeding you. My pretty girl, so pretty- so wrecked on my cock,” he babbled out drunkenly, a stupid smile on his face as his hips moved in little circles. His cock twitched with each load of hot cum he shot into you. You moaned, clenching around his cock as your orgasm hit you, rolling over you in waves. 

He panted into your neck as he came down, though his cock still twitched in your walls, knot pressing unforgivingly against the edge of your gspot. You whined, hips rocking against it instinctively, even as the pleasure threatened to be too much. “M-my lady-” he groaned, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. He worked you against his cock, groaned as his hips bucked up in time. You were already so full of him, full of his cum, but he wanted more. He was insatiable. 

“Pierrot, can you even cum again?” you asked, almost scared of the answer. That stupid, drunk smile widened on his face as he looked down at you nodding. 

“My love, I can do this even when I’m not in heat, I just don’t want to hurt you,” he giggled, pulling your hips impossibly closer, your clit rubbing on his waist with every rock, making you whine. 

“Honeyyy~” you drawled, moving to place your hands on his bare chest. “I don’t want you pent up all the time. I want you to feel good too,” you mumbled, the words hard to utter with the constant pulsing of his cock in your walls. 

“You always make me feel good,” he panted, hips beginning to roll in little circles against you. “And I feel so good right now. Need to stuff you full, keep you locked on my dick, pump my cum in you ‘til it takes,” he growled. Any of the relief he felt from cumming was replaced with need yet again, his heat making him insatiable. 

“Fuck, Pierrot,” you whimpered, orgasm washing over you yet again at the raw need in his tone. He never stopped moving you, shooting another load in your cunt as you came down from your orgasm. “Pierrot, you done?” you whined, beginning to get oversensitive.

“Nuh uh,” he slurred, beginning to lift your hips. You felt his knot strain against your cunt, making you cry out at the stretch, his knot slowly beginning to pull out of your cunt, Pierrot grunting at the tightness. Finally, his knot fully popped out, cum pouring out of your hole and pooling around his base. 

“What’re you doin’?” you mumbled, hole clenching around the length that was still buried in you. He whimpered, no doubt feeling more needy without his knot being milked by your warm cunt. 

“Wanna keep fucking you,” he said determinedly. He seated you down on his cock again, seated just above his still-inflated knot. You shuddered as he laid you back against the blankets beneath you, your legs wrapping around his hips as his hands braced on either side of your head. His cock began bullying its way back in again, thrusting into your pussy in that same desperate pace as before. Luckily, your poor cervix got a break, as his knot kept his full length from entering you. Unluckily, his thick cock head was aimed straight for your gspot, ramming against it with every hit, quickly pushing you past overstimulation. 

“Pierrot!” you cried out, back arching  as your eyes squeezed shut, unable to stay quiet at the overwhelming pleasure. He moaned, laving his tongue over your nipple before sucking at it yet again, losing himself against your body. Each thrust made your hole twitch, your poor clit ache. Even your sensitive entrance was suffering thanks to the battering of his knot against it. 

“Such a pretty toy for me,” he whimpered out, “my love helping me, taking my heat like a good girl. Thank you, fuck, thank you,” he gritted out, battering your walls in a bruising pace. You tried to respond, really, but you were so overwhelmed by the pleasure. 

His knot still hadn’t deflated by the time he came again, so instead he just braced one hand on your hip, roughly slamming against you until it finally popped back in. He grunted in pleasure, face entirely pleasure drunk as you squealed at the mix of pleasure and pain radiating from your cunt. He kept rutting against you as he came yet again, adding more cum to the already obscene amount in your womb. 

“You done?” you whimpered yet again. Pierrot shook his head, humping into you harder. 

“Please, please don’t leave. I need to keep fucking you, my lady. Please?” he begged. You winced, the pleasure entirely too much, but you couldn’t deny him, not when he begged so prettily. You whined, but let him continue rutting into you, your cunt tingling with every grind. 

…

“Think we should tell her this is gonna go on for a few days?” Ticker taker sighed as he walked past the tent, the circus already closed for the night.