Approaching the entrance I am overwhelmed by a feeling of nostalgia. I haven't been to a carnival since I was a kid. behind the ticket booth, I can see the tents, the rides, and all the other attractions. I can't help but feel like a kid again.
Once inside I go around and enjoy the spectacle. Fair music plays from some unknown source and an aroma of fried treats tickles my nose. The carnival games make buzzing and beep sounds, while there is also an occasional roar from a passing roller coaster. The large crowd and maze of tents make it easy to get lost in.
As I walk through the carnival I start to feel a little hungry. Then at the corner of I see a small stand with a clown holding a balloon and a sign advertising cotton candy. It's not the most filling treat, but it has been so long since I've hand cotton candy so I decided why not. I make my way through the crowd and toward the clown.
Once I'm closer, I get a better look at the clown. They are dressed in typical clown attire, a bow tie, comically oversized shoes, white linen gloves, matching knee-high striped socks and striped shirt, and baggy shorts which are held up by suspenders. She is clearly a woman behind all that makeup, the key giveaway being her rather large chest filling out her shirt and stretching her suspenders. Speaking of her makeup it is really thorough. The white paint seems to cover all of her skin and she has a red painted on smile and eye makeup. The clown girl's pink hair is done up in two curly pigtails that hang to her shoulders. And of course what clown isn't complete without a red round nose in the middle of her face.
When I approached the stand I lock eyes with the clown girl. She very enthusiastically looks me up and down gives me a bright big smile.
"Hello, how much for some cotton candy?" I ask her reaching for my wallet.
The clown girl shakes her head while pushing my wallet back towards me. She then hands me cotton candy and gives me a nice wink. The way she moves and emotes is very animated.
"Oh, uh thanks," I stammer out and accept the cotton candy.
The clown girl then reaches into her pocket and pulls out a business card. The card reads, "Miss Honkers, Professional Clown Girl," but it is clearly handwritten.
"So then I guess your name is Honkers?" I ask her.
The clown girl nods up and down excitedly.
"Well thanks again for the cotton candy," I say as I start to walk away.
The clown girl quickly runs in front of me waving her hands up and down to get me to stop. I'm a little stunned wondering what she wants. Honkers reaches behind her back and pulls out a bouquet of flowers. I'm bewildered wondering where she pulled out these flowers from as she offers them to me. I reluctantly take it from her. I wonder if this is part of this clown's bit.
Honkers seemed disappointed with my reaction and pouts in front of me. Then her expression brightens up and she beckons me closer pointing to the flower attached to her suspenders. I figure I should just play along and lean into the flower expecting to be squirted with water. Instead of water when I get close the flower sprays me with a pink mist.
I jerk back in a daze as the carnival starts spinning around me. Everything around me starts to warp and seem hazier. I feel myself getting dizzy and I start to fall down, but I'm caught by Honkers who is studying me with her eyes. She gives me a predatory look and a wolfish grin as she leads me somewhere towards the back of the tents. I'm not sure where I am anymore, but I can still hear the carnival music in the background.
As the world is spinning I feel like I start to hallucinate and everything seems so surreal. Just then Honkers comes into view over top of me. Her face is soft looking while every muscle under her clothes are firm and toned. This leaves nothing to believe that this person could possibly be male let alone female.
Her hands are soft yet somehow still strong as they hold onto me tightly. My arms are lifted off the ground making it difficult to move or breathe as this strange creature pins me against a wall or something. Honkers' smile appears so sweet that it almost makes you want to trust her immediately. Not only that but its warmth radiates throughout my entire body leaving me tingly everywhere. Honkers kisses me lightly, letting our tongues touch briefly before moving further apart.
I feel intoxicated. I'm not sure if it's from the kiss or the drug she sprayed me with. Everything feels impossible and unrealistically good. My heart beats so fast that it nearly hurts and I feel lightheaded to boot. I note that I no longer have trouble breathing or struggling against Honkers who has me pinned so easily against a solid surface. This would normally imply that I was too weak to fight back or that this thing was stronger than me. But here's this strange character that could either overpower me physically or use drugs on me that could do the same. I don't feel threatened at all despite this fact. In fact, this scares me a little because now I know that this strange masked lady could literally kill me if she wanted to do so. This makes everything even more bizarre than usual and so far so unreal that I lose control of my senses completely. There is nothing real right now, all I care about is this strange person pinning me into this solid surface.
My whole body shivers uncontrollably and goosebumps appear across my skin. Honkers notices this and laughs softly at first before kissing me lightly once more. This time she presses herself firmly into me pressing me into this hard object that brings out my bestial instincts as I instinctively try to push back against this strange creature that's holding me so effortlessly. My instinct tells me to struggle and fight until death, but outside of this hallucination everything seems easier than it actually is and I find that I barely manage to resist. Even though I managed to push back against Honker's strength, she simply placed one hand on each side of my head, slowly squeezing my skull before pulling away and moving around to continue walking through the carnival.
Every step Honker takes makes my skin crawl, but she doesn't seem concerned at all as if she were playing fetch with me instead than fighting to rape me. Honker's movements have so much fluidity but also so much power packed into them. Despite the overwhelming force she uses to break my resistance, Honker's physical strength doesn't feel threatening at all. Everything about her seems so beautiful to me, but at the same time repulsive beyond belief, which makes sense considering this place