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There was a big box on his bed, brightly wrapped with blue paper and tied with a green silky bow. Nobody had access to your home.. how did this get here? There was no note. No signs of forced entry. It... could only have gotten here by a talented lockpick. But why would someone break into his home just to leave a present? .... No, it's not Santa, sorry.

In all honesty, the present should have been tossed, yet curiosity and foxes tend to go hand in hand. After a quick look around to be sure that no one was hiding about, the green bow amd blue paper was slowly torn away, as the fox looked at what was underneath

BOIOIOIOING!! The lid flew off and a huge white face with red lips and bulbous nose shot out, attached to a big blue and green set of shoulders, torso, arms, belly, hips, legs and then giant shoes! An entire clown had lept from the box with a loud happy cry of glee. He stood on the fox's bed in a ta-da! pose.

"Hahoooo you've been invited to the Funapalooza lil' boy!" The clown guffawed. How had he fit in there...??? His huge belly wobbled in time with his excited movements as he adjusted his gloves on his big fat hands, shaking his hips as if working out kinks from being cramped in that tiny - relative to his own size - box. How had he FIT IN THERE?!

"Come on, there's no time to lose! It starts in just a minute!" He bounced out towards the front door, gesturing for the fox to follow. The vulpine could see his giant globular ass wobbling as he skipped away. "Come on! Dohooo!"

".....what. the. Fuck" was all Artemis managed to get out, any other words lost to him. Clowns, he couldnt handle those under normal circumstance. Clowns whose bodies voided any known laws of physical space, those were firmly in the "hell no" category.

His sheer size was utterly baffling. His overly rotund belly, and an ass that seemed to jiggle with an almost comical amount of weight. "Ye-yeah. Uhm. The fuck is going on??" Artemis demanded, waltzing up to the intruder.

"A party, adoy! This way!" He was squeezing through the front door now - It was like parts of him shrank to get through the door, just the slice of him that was intersecting with the doorframe. Like.. magic?

"Come on, come on! You don't know what you're missin'!" He pulled from his big fat sleeves a lasso of hankerchiefs tied together into a rope! Uh oh! It zipped across the room and tangled Artemis up without even needing to be thrown first, and quickly started to pull him to the front door with him. He was being abducted! And the clown jiggled as he laughed, belly wobbling up and down.

"We're gonna be late if you keep dillydallying!"

"No. Nope. Not happ-WHOA!" Artemis felt himself being tugged and pulled forward, the makeshift rope snaring him with ease. No matter how hard he tugged, the fox was no match for the girth or power of the magic clown, as he was yanked forward.

"Help! Someone help!" He began to shout, hoping one of his neighbors would hear him and come to the rescue. Still, he fought and struggled against the clown as best he could. "Let me go you walking tub of lard! Somebody help me, please!! Home invader!"

"Now dat's not real nice! You shouldn't say such mean things to your buddy!" The wobbling bulk of candy-colored lewdity guffawed, picking his victim up in both arms and turning around with him, bouncing as he walked to... to...

Outside in the front yard was.. a.. bouncy castle? Overinflated walls, the structure itself looked almost fat and pudgy somehow. It stood out in the night as if it were lit with powerful ultraviolet lights, though none were visible. It wobbled and jiggled in time with eerie, happy music coming from within. There was a ramp leading up to its entrance, and it looked just like a big red tongue! The clown was currenly pulling Artemis towards himself with the magic lasso of hankies.

"Come on, come on, come on! We're gonna miss it!" He was practically jumping up and down in excitement as Artemis was squeezed into his body, wrapped up in a big, fat, warm jiggly hug. The clown's body was thick and soft and.. warm.. the fox could feel his captor's belly wobbling against himself, his pillowy moobs - actually they were closer to real breasts - squeezing around his head as he was carried up the ramp in an unyielding grip.

This had to be some fucked up dream. He had BEEN outside not too long ago, and there was never a structure like this in his yard. Even if it was a dream, the fox didnt wish to be involved with it any longer, and was about to resort to physical violence. However the clown seemed to be ahead in that regard, as Artemis found himself trapped against his fat body.

His body was soft, warm, almost disturbingly so. Worse of all, there was no way to escape or attack. His arms were trapped in the hug, his head locked in a moob vice. "Listen, I don't want to go to the party! Just let me go, please!" He cried desperately, but the clown wasn't listening.

"Whaaaat? And miss out on all the FUN!?" SMOOSH! Suddenly, from behind, he was pressed into by a huge warm soft surface. Oohh and it was tight. And warm.. and wobbling.. and.. breathing?

"Doy howdy! Oh goody you got da guest of honor!" It was another clown! Hew as being squeezed between two of them, though he couldn't turn his head to see the second one. A huge gloved hand stroked his head. He didn't know which clown it belonged to. "Howdy lil' guy! Welcome to da party!" The clowns marched into the castle without releasing him - in fact they only squeezed tighter as they walked.

The sudden strike of pressure from being pinned between two clowns made it a biy tough to talk, let alone continue to cry out for help. Their grip was doing more than just holding him prisioner, but the warmth and tightness was putting him all of gaurd. However it didnt stop him from looking about.

The music was louder in here. The entire castle was bigger on the inside! Inflated rafters, tables, a stage, tables and chairs, a bar, hallways leading off into the distance, a ballpit, slide, and all sorts of things you couldn't determine, were all glowing brightly in the light of an invisible UV lamp. "We got 'em!"

"Woopeeee!" A cheerful cry rose from the occupants of the castle. How many clowns were here??

Just what was going on here? This was like a childs dream come true, just seemingly filled with demented clowns. "What are you going to do to me!?" he knew it sounded cliche, but he had to ask. To know just what kind of trouble he was in for.

"We's gonna make you feel good~!"

"Yeah, real good!"

"Really really good!"

"Yeah it's already time to get started!" Artemis was being waddlewalked between the two giant bellies deeper into the castle. He could hear a giant rubbery slurp as the tongue withdrew into the structure, sealing him inside with these weird bouncy creatures. They were carrying him.. up to the stage??

"NNFHN! N-no, not that, please!" Whatever they were going to do to him was going to happen in front of everyone, with him as the center of attention! God, no!

A clown's hand had been slipped down between his legs! OH! IT- it was tugging at his pants, the big gloved fingers were wiggling under his waistband, cupping his groin and squeezing his balls and bits.

"Mmmmhh~" One of the clowns holding hi, rumbled, eliciting a similar moan from the other so they were both moaning against Artemis. Squeeze, roll, squeeze, pump, rub... oh man he was really getting into it down there, stretching and toying with his sensitive flesh, his gloved hand making love to the fox's body.

"N-No. St-stop. please" the fox begged his strange tormentors, finding himself suddenly lost and caught up in the barrage of sensation and pleasure. Those hands were doing wonders, somehow finding the right places to stroke and fondle to draw out as many moans from him as possible.

Biting his bottom lip, Artemis tried to struggle free, pushing with all his might against the twin bellies that had him trapped. Yet, like last time, it was all for naught. Their sheer mass was enough to keep him sealed between them, able to do nothing to escape the pleasure they were forcing onto him.

He was on the stage now and everyone was watching! His cheeks burned - he could see some clowns touching themselves. All of them were sporting big bouncing bulges between their legs. Round bulges, spherical.. not like fabric that was holding back a set of genitals, but cartoonish and deceptively innocent spheres protruding from their legs.

"Pl-eease. Don't-don't look at me!" He cried out, as all those eyes watched his body ebing played and toyed with at the hands of the plump clowns. Their eyes were everywhere, every clown watching with glee. No, not jsut glee, but lustful eyes as well.

"Mmmhhyuck~ dat's bettah." The doofish voice whispered deeply in his ear, sending tingles of fear down the fox's spine. The music sped up in pace a bit and so did the hand on his bits. UUHN- Oh! He enclosed his hand around the trapped fox's shaft!! It was so warm and.. s-slick.. The texture of his gloves felt almost organic, almost.. like the flesh of a more intimate hole.

Oh god he was beginning to stroke.. stroke.. s-stroke.. he was being jacked off under his clothes. The texture of his glove was amazing, nearly magical, sending pleasure deep into Artemis' core and twisting all the way around his length on the way up.. back around on the way down..! The way he intimately pumped, twisting up and down his member was impossible to ignore.

"NNggh- N-no more" the fox whimpered, his protests all being ignored. The clowns were slowly breaking him down with their sensual attack on his body. Not only that, but the one that was busy tending to his cock, that was the one that was making him all the less willing to fight back. No matter hwhere his hips went, the fox couldn't pull away from the big gloved hand! Part of him didn't want to. It was far to skilled, and felt way to good. The gloves was slick, warm, and oh so tight. It was so hard to focus on anything but that. Almost.

The clowns began to bounce up and down in time with the uncanny music, and horrifyingly his audience began to clap and stomp and... dance.. all in time with the stroking to his hard cock. His balls weren't left out of the equation, either! An additional glove cradled them, fondled them and a finger even found its way up under his tail!

Somehow he was being squeezed from every direction at once. Every limb was feeling.. tight..? Or rather his clothes were. His legs, arms, even his middle were all under some strange pressure.

It was the sudden tightness that drew his attention towards the other monsters groping and molesting him. Something they were doing was messing with his clothes. He could feel something heavy pressing in on him, tight and tighter. What little freedom of movement he had was quickly being stripped away. Every area across his body felt like it was being trapped in a puffy and presssure filled vice

Fffff... ppfffff! PPPFFFFF!! NNGHUH! He was expanding!!? His clothes were getting tighter and tighter with every stroke- no, that wasn't true. As his body pushed the clowns farther and farther apart he could see a big colorful expanse of fabric starting to split the seams in his outfit. A- a clown suit!? When did that appear!?

Every stroke to his shaft sent it puffing up larger, much to the delight of the fat, toonish audience. "Woohoo!" "Pump that boy!" "Pump! Pump! Pump! Pump!" Which got the entire clown crowd chanting...

"Wha! No, please! Stop! Don't pump!" Artemis screamed breathlessly at the crowd, hoping to find someone, anyonethat would lend him a bit of sympathy. Yet no clown out there was willing to do anything but watch and enjoy the show. Instead all he could do was watch as he was stroked and inflated. He both felt and heard a loud RIIIIPPPP!!!! as his shirt began to tear and the tatters float down to the ground.

His new suit was pushing his clown molestor away, but it didn't seem to stop their ever questing hands. Artemis whined as the tip of his cock began to leak a steady stream of pre cum, the clear liquid leaking down his head and across the clowns' many hands. "N-no. No more.. Ju-just let me go.."

"PUMP! PUMP! PUMP! PUMP! PUMP!" The crowd kept chanting, louder and more frantic as the fox was approaching orgasm. And pump they did, now jacking him off to the beat of the chant. Creeeaaak... his old clothes were about to- BANG!! They exploded off of his newly clown-suited body in a flurry of torn cloth, leaving him standing between his assailants in a huge, wobbling suit identical to every last one of his tormentor's. And to make matters worse, he hadn't cum. He was so close!

Looking down, he could see only a big round bulge, almost like a balloon, throbbing between his legs. Just like all of the colorful creatures here had. "WHOOOOOOOOOOO!!" They went fucking ballistic, confetti flying from the ceiling as Artemis' new suit was revealed. They whistled, jump in place, hugged each other and danced in joy. Meanwhile you felt the full weight of your suit - it was warm and heavy and oh my god he looked exactly like the rest of them, each identical in body shape. Had he gotten fatter too!? He couldn't pull the suit off to check if there was any difference.

It was hard to tell where the suit ended, and where Artemis began. Was there even anything left of him udner the clown suit? The garb was heavy and warm and put far too much pressure and weight on his body for him to notice anything indicating the presence of his own formerly lithe frame. All he could feel was the weight and heft of the suit, and the pleasure. Oh gods the pleasure. Even as the clowns cheered on, Artemis felt himself right on the cusp of an orgasm, so agonizingly close. Against his will his hips began to hump forward, trying to get some purchase on the clowns hands. A look down, however, made it a bit harder to enjoy the pleasure.

It was like a perverted balloon was living between his fat,plump, and thick thighs. Everything about it, and himself, was fat, chubby, and hevay. "What did you do!" he shouted, trying to wobble forward "Get me out of this thing!"

"Uh ooohhhh it looks like he doesn't liiiiike iiiiit~!"

"Hahahah, nunna 'em ever do at foist!" The clowns on the stage sounded as if they were speaking with megaphones for the benefit of the hyped up fatties in the audience. "Poor little cummy yummy is scared shitless! Yummy!" He couldn't take his mind off of the round bulge he sported - the sensations didn't makes sense He could have sworn that clown's gloved hand had been stroking his naked shaft the whole time! How was that possible!?

Without warning he felt as if a carpet had been pulled out from under his feet! He'd somehow tripped and sprawled into a bouncing heap on the ground! "Oopsy, clumbsy little jizzsnack had a tumble! Let's help him up!"

"Yah! It's da most tastiest mix of fear and pleasure, ain't it!?" The fox was grabbed by the wrists as another clown hoisted him up to his feet, suddenly belly-bumped by him into another clown behind you who bumped you right back into the first and- they won't stop! He couldn't catch his balance thanks to the giant shoes that imprisoned his feet.

As soon as he thought he might be able to keep in one place, he was bounced into from the side! Artemis was flung bodily across the bouncy room with a startled yelp. This time there wasn't another clown to catch him and he was sent sprawling into a ball pit that he had seen earlier.

"Hahahahah!!" They'd loved that.

Fear. That was the best way to put what he felt. Fear. The pleasure, or at least the phantom sensations of it, were still there, teasing at the edges of his brain, however it was the fear of being aorund the sea of clowns that just made it all the harder to cope with anything else.

Looking from side to side, the fox tried to find some escape, so mean to be free from this prision, and yet, all he could find was his back on the floor. The slip didn't hurt, hell he barely felt it with just how thick the suit was. However, that didn't make it any better as the clowns started to taunt him all the more. He struggled, trying his best to hide his face from view, a bright red blush creeping along its edges. He couldn't take it, the laughter, or their cruel words. Even as he felt their hands hoist him up, he still couldn't bring himself to look at them. Yet, when they started to bounce him around, all he could see were their faces, each one laughing at his tormment.

Around and around he went, trapped in a seemingly endless bumper battle with the other clowns, unable to stop the force or momentum. Every time he stopped, Artemis was just bounced back to another clown, before finding himself tipping over and landing into the ball pit. "Just stop!" He cried weakly.

"Yeah right!" A big fat clown jumped into the ballpit with him and stuffed him down further! He turned around and plopped right down in the fox's lap and MMMPH puuuushed his rump into Artemis' new bulge! He could feel the giant cheeks swallowing his shaft- but that wasn't right, his member wasn't out of the suit. There was only a big round balloony bulge! Yet.. all it took was him pushing against the fox to feel like he was penetrating a tight, blubbery, thick clown hole! The clown bounced up and down in his lap, eliciting the feeling that he was being ridden by a talented butt!

He grabbed Artemis' ankles and pulled them up around his own fat legs so that he was forced to straddle his clowny companion from behind. Artemis could see his own giant shoes wiggling in the air, affixed there! Then he felt his wrists pulled up and around, his gloved paws squeezed into the clown's chest. He could feel clown-moobs through the fabric almost as if it were flesh on flesh.

"Ride the clown! Ride the clown!" The new chant went around the bouncy castle.

"O-oh! N--nngh S-top" He tried to get out, only to find his voice degrading into impassioned moans. He could feel it. He could feel that huge and rotund rear end grinding into him. No, not just grinding into him, riding him. He could feel every wobbly stroke of that fat ass, as the clown slammed his hips atop his own. It was hard to know just what was going on, as the sea of plastic bubbles and balls had taken over most of his vision.

As the words of the clowns began to grow louder with every moment, Artemis tried to struggle free and fight against the ever rising sensation of orgasm. It was a miracle he hadn't yet cum. As his body was pleasured against his will, the fox tried to think of anything to fight off what was coming. He could feel his balloon cock swelling and twitching with need, even though he knew for certain there was no length there to twitch. It felt exactly as if it were trapped in the rear end of the clown atop him.

He was then lifted up, still bound to the clown's fat body from behind. Somehow, magically forced to keep his paws on the clown's moobs, legs around his waist, and the sensation of a tight, fat clown anus sucking on his dick.

"Conga line!"

"Yay, I love conga time!"

Oh god, he was being carried on the clown's back as he went to join the line!! Oh no, he couldn't get off, he grunted with the effort as he fought helplessly! "UUUHHHNN!"

Another clown approached from behind, wrapping his arms around Artemis' chest in a similar fashion. He was hugged tightly between two clowns again, but this time it was even tighter, with even more of the colorful nightmares pressing in on him. The one behind him was squeezing and playing with his nipples, not quite gentle but not causing any pain.

"HUHNNHH! Hhnnnng-ggooood!!" His new bouncy conga partner has pressed his own round bulge into the fox's rear, and Artemis felt three entire feet of length gliiiiide effortlessly into him. It took his breath away, filling him deeply, and despite the girth of the phantom cock he again felt no pain.

"Ha cha cha cha cha CHA!" They repeated, now marching around the entire castle just like this, each lined up against another. Every step was another thrust both from every cock. He remained sandwiched between his dance partners as they toured the caslte. Artemis didn't get to dance with them, however. Not that he wanted to. His legs were still bound around the hips of his dance partner in a demented piggy back ride.

It was a losing battle, his grip on sanity and what was happening around him. The more the clowns played with his body, the faster he felthis mind slipping. It was clear that, whatever they were, they cared not for personal space or how the rules of relaity work, which explained how he was seemingly glued to one of their bodies, trapped to him. He tried to pull away, yet every attempt only ended with his hips snapped back in place, thrusting his cock even deeper into the waiting clown hole. A hole that seemed to be stuck trying to suckle him dry!

The pleasure coursing across him was at most beareable, yet it became maddening as he felt yet another clown slip up from behind and slip inside ofhim. At least that was what it felt like, as his rear end felt full of plump cock. As the conga line moved, he could feel his body being taken from behind. Every thrust seemed to strike him even deeper, and push him even harder into the other clown. His eyess were starting to glaze over, as a doppey grin spread across his face

"Told you I'd get your soul, Artemis." He heard a different voice, smug, from his left. Wha..? Oh god it was him. Kiba. The white rabbit. He was sitting at a table in front of the stage, grinning ear to ear at Artemis, watching you he was carried around and around, squeezed between two new play partners.

"How do you like it here? Having fun?" None of the clowns seemed to notice he was there. He was sipping on a mug of something steamy warm, ignoring a rather excited erection that he was sporting. Why wasn't he touching himself? He looked achingly needy. He was blushing, though his expression betrayed nothing. He even dribbled pre into his own lap after a suppressed shudder... "I figure you have less than a minute left before you cum. Just wanted to see if you had any final thoughts you wanted to share before I leave you here."

"B-Ba-bastard!" The fox cried out. Kiba. That cursed bunny. He should have known. Hell, to honest that should have been his first guess, yet hindsight was always 20/20. They way he sat there, smug, smirking, confident. It was troubling, and yet just a tad bit... well erotic. Perhaps it was the feeling of being so close to orgasm that made him think that way, but watching the bunny enjoy his torrment, erection and all, put a kinky spin on it. One he had to brush aside to actually foccus on what was going on

"Wha-what do you me-OH!!!!" He gasped out loud as a violent thrust from one of the clowns sent him froward, plunging ever deeper into that seemingly endless, squeezing tunnel of tight clown ass. "What is going to happen when I cum?!" He managed to finally say, as he tried to fight off his coming orgasm. Knowing Kiba, he had a feeling the moment he did it would all be over. Hell, he still recalled the stint with that Donkiba version of himself, and that endless void he was trapped in

"Alright I'll tell you. Once you cum, you'll keep cumming forever! I mean, obviously. These nice fellas will find endless ways to hump and squeeze and rub you while goofing around and playing with you at the same time. It's a little nightmare I whipped up that I loved so much I kept it on my quickspell slot~"

The rabbit shifted in his seat, clutching his drink with both hands and shivering. "Huuhhn.. nnh-hnn.. trouble is I'm not immune, myself, so I can't stick around here long. If I cum they'll see me and make me join as well. I can't stay forever, I have too many souls to collect. Thirty seconds left~ you barely look coherent. I'm surprised you manage to hold back as long as you did!"

Artemis was trying his best. The urge ot orgasm was rising. It was growing quicker and quicker. Sure, being trapped in a hellscape with clowns whose only thought was to keep him locked in a haze of never ending orgasmic pleasure could be fun. Well, fun for the first few times. An hour later, and Artemis knew he would be a drooling mess. However, as he watched the bunny twitch and moan, clearly affected by his own nightmare, Artemis began to think as quickly as his lust addled mind would allow.

"Y-you don't want to join??" He panted out, as he felt his cock suddnely spasm, the tip leaking heavily. He had only moments till he would pop. "Wat-watch as they t-t-t-take me over and over??" Artemis moaned lustfully, his eyes locked onto Kiba's. "Don-dont you want t-to get off as well!? I c-can OH GODS!" He cried out as his hips began to slam forward, pushing into the cock inside of him with every thust backward.

"Heheh, you're not the first to try to trick me into stepping into my own trap and you probably won't be the last. No." He shook his head, watching his prey yowl in defeat, spasming and finally starting to cum, still mushed between two clowns.

"Ju-just stick around. Co-come play as well. O-or. Le-let me ple-pleasure yo-AHHHHHNNNHH!!" The end had been reached and the fox felt the pleasure slam home! His body twitched and spasmed as he unloaded spurt after thick spurt of fox cream into that waiting rear end. His own ass clenched tightly on the ballon cock still fucking him. The entire time, his eyes never left Kiba's as he tried to entice the bunny into either staying long enough for him to cum fromt te display or even change his mind and join the fun and get himself trapped.

"Rodeo time!!" The clowns agreed unanimously, and suddenly they all paired off into couples. Artemis was still attached to the back of 'his' clown, and each of the others held onto their friends similarly. The clown the fox was squeezing, cumming into, was on all fours prancing and bucking around like a bull with a rider on its back! He had no choice but to roughly fuck the clown's giant rear, bounding all around the colorful nightmarish balloon castle.

By the time he'd made one complete circuit, the rabbit was gone. Artemis was alone with these ridiculous monsters, cumming, cumming, *CUMMING* again and again! God he couldn't stop! He couldn't.. he couldn't!! Pleasure continued to blast through his body and he was helpless to push it away!

"Da-adamn--damn UGHH!" All thought and reason was slowly lost on the fox. His pleasure seemed to be a never ending wave, cresting at a height and only going beyond that. Everytime he thought he was done, another burst of pleasure would rock his core, forcing him to cum once again. As he was forced to ride the bucking clown, it was hard to tell if there was a moment where he wasn't cumming. His cock wasn't his own, trapped in a sexual hell, unable to do anything more than endlessly spill its seed. There was no sense of rest, or need to for that matter. As he tried to fight it off, the pleasure just seemed to rebound all the stronger. He wouldn't escape, couldn't escape.