Carnival Hearts Chapter 1
#1 of Carnival Hearts
So... I decided to try my hand at NaNoWriMo this year... and I promise that I started off with the intention of not writing smut. However, that lasted for about a week before I just gave in to the dark side and just went for it. Worse, after I did, it went off like wildfire. I've got eight full chapters written, with two side stories that break away from the main character of Mal.
But, here's a bit about me. I'm a longtime storyteller, though writing is a relatively new avenue for me. I've got quite a few stories that I've written up from the last couple of years, but I've yet to quite have the courage to post any of it XD So, please, feel absolutely free to leave feedback for the good or the bad. I've been writing in a bubble, and I need to know what works and what doesn't. In any event, I hope you do enjoy this. I had a lot of fun writing this. And trust me, it only gets crazier from here.
Inspired in part by the songs:
Carnival Hearts, Chapter 1
There had been a kind of golden age for the town that Malcolm grew up in. From a relative perspective, at least. At least the well-to-do citizens treated it that way. Back in the '40s and '50s, there had been quite a booming local industry supporting the war efforts. Through the '60s and '70s, things got a little more complicated, but things moved on quite nicely. The town was doing well enough by the end of that period to set up its own little amusement park. It was nothing to rival Disney, but it had some rather well-made rides for the time, along with a resident circus of sorts, complete with a grand tent as befitted the expectations for something like that. The starring attraction was a grand carousel, which spanned two stories with dozens upon dozens of fantastical animals to ride.
But in the '80s things started to sour, and the '90s saw the final decline of the park. The local leaders frequently went on about revitalizing it and bringing it back into operation, but there was no stomach for it... let alone money. And so, through the first few decades of the 2000s, it sat abandoned and derelict, with the surrounding woods doing their part to reclaim the place. Those who ventured in would often see squirrels and deer roaming through the ruins. Raccoons had once been a problem, but they ultimately wound up being their own solution as they cleared out what garbage had been left to pick over within a few years.
Now, in 2021... it was just a depressing place that few but the elders of the town remembered as having been glorious in the now distant past. More often than not, it was a place for the high school kids to get up to all sorts of things. Young couples looking for a bit of privacy, vandals finding canvasses for their destructive artwork, and ample opportunities for a great number of other rites of passage.
On a deep level, Malcolm understood that the dare that he'd been given was, to a significant degree, a mark of respect from the other boys. A sign that they thought he was capable of handling it. But it didn't make it any more pleasant of a prospect as he stood in front of the gates to the park, the sun slowly setting in the west.
His friends were there behind him, standing on and around the car that had brought him here to cheer him on. "Go on, Mal! You can do it!" He put on a brave face and raised a confident fist into the air before turning back to the loose gates, pushing his way through them into the abandoned park. With their headlights on, he'd not needed to turn on his flashlight, but now that he was heading further into the park, he flicked the light on.
He was to spend the night in here and find some trophy from deep inside the park to return with. In the days leading up to this, he'd thought through the layout of the park, which was thoroughly mapped out in the lore of the children of the town. It was known what parts of the park had more or fewer hazards to negotiate, but there was one place in the park that was treated as virtually off-limits. A trophy from there would be something that he could hold high and wave in the faces of anyone who dared to doubt him. He'd be a virtual ring-leader among the kids in the school... and that was quite fitting for the prize he had in mind.
He made his way into the forbidden part of the park, and it wasn't long before he was standing there in front of the circus tent. Against all odds, the tent was apparently untouched by time, the red and white striped structure still bright and vibrant, even in the LED gleam of his flashlight. With everything else having decayed the way it had, it really was offputting to see something that should have long since been torn apart by the weather and bleached by the sun in such fine condition.
He walked through the open entrance of the circus tent, seeing the place still laid out for a show that would never return. There was an odd sense of silence in here. The rest of the park had a dead kind of silence, but here... it felt more like the calm before the storm... or the hush before a show. He made his way toward the back of the tent, where the performers would have their backstage accommodations, but as he neared the podium sitting in the middle of the center ring, he saw something that caught his eye.
There was an old-fashioned, black top hat with a red silk band. Malcolm's face lit up as he saw it, a grin spreading across his face. "Yes... that'll do just fine..." he said as he reached out to pick it up. The hush around him seemed to intensify, as though there was suspense building in a show, but he was too focused on the hat to really notice.
He picked it up from the podium and, with a flourish, popped it onto his head. The motion felt oddly natural, just right for a hat like that. And, at that, the hat fit perfectly on his head... the weight of it just so comfortable.
His heart stopped as he heard sudden applause from behind him. He spun around and saw a young man... or woman maybe... a year or two younger than he was in a grand, red jacket with gold buttons and trim like you would expect to see on a circus ringmaster. He... she was applauding Malcolm enthusiastically, and when he had fully turned around, they took a deep bow.
"Bravo! Bravo! You know, you're the first person to make it here in ages. Though, to be fair, I can't really blame them. Just feels so wrong for this place to be so clean when everything else here is falling to pieces... but, honestly, that's part of the test. And you have passed with flying colors," they said... and hearing their voice didn't make it any easier to tell if they were a boy or a girl.
He raised an eyebrow at the surprise arrival, standing up straighter, trying to take on a more imposing stature. "Test? What the hell are you talking about? Spill it. What did the guys put you up to?" Standing there like that with that hat on his head, his voice had an extra layer of presence to it, but he was too focused on what he was doing to register that fact.
The young... person laughed and shook their head, beaming at Malcolm, "Oh, no one put me up to anything. Truth is that I used to be the owner of that hat, but when the park shut down, I just had to set it aside. But... even without it, I've been the ringleader of my misfits," they said before giving Malcolm another showman's bow, "Alexander Rosen Godwinson, at your service... and with how well you wear that hat, I can tell that you're very much suited to the job."
He. That made things easier and set Malcolm at a bit greater ease... but only so much greater of ease. He took a deep breath, tilting his head just a touch, "Job... what job? Look, I'm just here on a dare to spend the night at the park and find a trophy to take home... I'm not here for a job."
Alex laughed and gave Malcolm an impish wink, "Oh, but you have. Don't worry, I know that no one's understood what that particular dare has been about, but none of them have been the right people for the job. So, we've just kind of spun them around a bit, given them a wild dream to take home in their heads, and a bauble to show off for bragging rights. But you... oh, you've got what it takes," he said with a decisive nod of his head. "As for what the job is, it is to be our new ringleader. This place has always been special... drawing people into it. It's why they built the park here in the first place. I have to admit that it was rather clever of me to put the idea into their heads... it made for quite a fine home for all of us. Even now that it is closed, it still draws the right people in, even if they don't really understand it."
This was all making Malcolm more than a little bit uncomfortable. "You... can't have been the ringleader when this place shut down... never mind before it first opened. It opened sixty years ago and shut down just under forty years ago... you're..." he said, wrestling with the words.
Alex laughed and grinned, "Oh, I'm way older than even that. But my kind don't age like you would normally think. And, strictly speaking, I'm something of an immigrant. Rode across on a great, wooden ship back in the high age of sails with a handful of my kind, borne in the hearts and minds of the passengers who'd enjoyed our merriment in the woods outside of Dublin where we'd lived. But after thousands of years there, we grew weary, and when we'd heard of these new lands that had been found, we just had to come along. Of course, we didn't find this place right away, but we could feel its pull and slowly made our way here. A place of power where the boundary between this realm and ours is thin... and this tent is at the at the epicenter of the nexus. The bridge to Faerie."
Malcolm's jaw was hanging open, honestly not believing a word of what was being said. "You're bullshitting me. Fairies aren't even real. Come on, cut the act. This isn't funny." As he spoke, he swelled in his stature to a truly commanding presence. Even Alex could feel the strength coming from Malcolm, and it caused him to choke up just a little.
It took him a moment, but he just had to laugh and wipe the tears of happiness from his eyes, "Amazing..." he said before he started a slow, rhythmic clap. Malcolm was thoroughly confused, quickly becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Doubly so as the sound of more hands coming together joined Alex's. From the entrances around the tent steadily came more and more people, each one dressed like a different circus performer... but there was something wrong about them. They weren't... human. The longer he looked, the clearer it became that it wasn't just really good makeup... these were half-human half-animal creatures. He twisted around, panic rising in his veins as he did his best to take them all in, and when he looked back to Alex, he let out a short scream, stumbling back onto the podium.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!?" He screamed, crawling back onto the platform. In place of the young human in the red and gold jacket who had been standing there a moment ago, there was now a humanoid black cat standing there in an identical red and gold jacket, just grinning at the terrified young man.
"You know... it would have been easier on you if you'd just believed me when I told you that we were fey..." he said, shaking his head and chuckling.
Malcolm's mouth moved, taking on a frown as a scowl came over his face, "Okay. I get that. But... you really can't blame me. Everyone believes that fairies aren't real."
"Yeah, well everyone's wrong," Alex said with a little huff, "But unlike Tinkerbell, we don't need people to legitimately believe in us in order to keep chugging on. We're a hell of a lot more robust."
Malcolm slowly stood up on the podium, inadvertently standing right in the middle of it as he looked at the crowd now standing around him. Hesitantly, he asked, "Alright... so what happens now?"
There was laughter from around Malcolm as he stood there in the middle of the podium. Alex grinned and chuckled, giving Malcolm a wink, "Well... now things get interesting..." he said as Malcolm suddenly felt some kind of energy flowing through him. He looked around and back down at himself, seeing a glow rising up from his feet, moving up along his legs, progressing steadily over his body. There was a pinging discomfort as his body began to rearrange itself. With how bright the glow was, there was no way of seeing what exactly was going on. Whatever was happening to his body, though, it also seemed to be happening to his clothes, because there was no catching, no snagging, no ripping and tearing.
He could feel his heels rising up off of the ground, his feet shifting to balance more on his toes. His body stretched, and there was a sense of pressure at his backside. Looking behind himself, he could see a glowing tail stretching out from his body. His hands felt odd, the bones in them reshaping themselves along with the surrounding flesh. He could feel his face begin to stretch outward, reaching up to feel the muzzle that was forming there. His hands soon moved to the top of his head to feel his ears as they moved to the top of his had, becoming large and rounded.
These changes to his body hadn't been a source of duress, but there was a sense of pressure at his backside, getting an indignant mrowl from him as he reached back to feel his expanding ass. Changing to some kind of animal... made sense given everyone else around him, but this was a bit much! Still, it did not prepare him for the next change to hit him. His chest began to swell outward, getting a very pronounced cry of shock from him, his hands moving to clutch at his swelling breasts before darting to his throat, clutching at it as he tried to speak some more. His eyes went wide as he heard his voice come out... not as his usual baritone, but as a decidedly feminine alto. His heart fell into the pit of his stomach as he felt a pressure between his legs, his hands rushing down to investigate what was going on. He let out a sigh of relief as he felt that his balls were still there, though it took a moment of examination to realize what had happened to his dick. It had become covered by a sheath... but at least it was all still there... and he was just a little smug as his balls seemed heavier than before. But there was something about what he had been feeling that was... still... unaccounted for. His fingers explored further down past his balls, and his hand jerked back as though he'd gotten an electric shock. He unzipped the fly of his pants to get a second check... and... he let out a long, disheartened mrowl as he realized that... he... wasn't really a he anymore as his fingers found a pussy tucked just below his balls.
He... no she was having... more than a little bit of a panic attack as her glow was starting to fade away, revealing orange, white, and black striped fur as she scrambled to close up the fly of her pants once more. She looked herself over. Like the others in the room, she was now a half-human half-animal... a tiger at that. A... half-female half-male... half-animal half-human... This was going to take a moment to wrap her head around. As the light faded fully, she sat down on the platform, looking amazingly dazed and lost as she was having a wonderful existential crisis. Alex let her sit there for a moment before he... no, she could see now that Alex was female as well, and the scent coming from her was feminine. The fact that she could pick up on the fact Alex's scent was female sent off another round of existential crisis, but that one passed a little more easily with everything else that was going on.
She took a long, slow breath before she looked up at Alex with a thousand-yard stare. Thankfully, the black cat smiled and patted Malcolm's shoulder gently, giving her a reassuring nod. She returned the smile, bringing her hand up to pat the back of Alex's paw. "I... guess Malcolm doesn't... quite fit anymore..." she said with a half-choked sob and laugh as her other paw came up to wipe at her tear-filled eyes.
Alex smiled and nodded her head, "Mal still works. Mallory, maybe? Things go a bit easier pushing back against the old reality if you just make small changes... and there are enough big changes to work with as it is," she said with a laugh, getting a laugh from Mal as well.
Why was that funny to her? It shouldn't be, should it? But it helped to snap her out of the mental spiral she was stuck in. It really did help. She took a couple of deep breaths before she smiled and nodded her head, "Mallory, it is." She held out her hand, looking at the padded paw that it had become, turning it this way and that, "That's... going to be a lot for people to overlook back at home..."
Alex waved her hand dismissively, "Oh, that'll be easy. Just a simple glamour... besides, everyone remembers you as being a girl all along now. The magic that changed you saw to that. You'll just have to... make yourself look human when others are around who aren't ready to see the true you."
Mal tilted her head to one side, blinking in confusion. "The true me?" She played with that thought in her head, her brow furrowing for a moment as she weighed everything out, "Yeah... it kinda is the true me... I mean, I'd never thought I was... well any kind of female... but it kinda fits... and... hey, at least I'm a badass tigress, right? I feel stronger than I did as a boy... I kinda feel unstoppable..." she said, her tongue moving to lick at her powerful fangs. She took just a moment to mull it all over in her head. "But... people ready to see the true me? Will anyone except the other fey ever be ready to see me like this?" Other fey... did that mean that she'd accepted being a fey inside her head. Well... she'd already accepted being a tiger... and... mostly female. Was it so hard for her to have accepted being fey too?
Alex laughed and grinned even bigger as she nodded her head. "Oh yeah. You don't think everyone here came here from Ireland? Maybe eight of us in all," she said... and there were a lot more than eight in the tent with her. "And, don't worry, it's not like we just make carnies out of anyone who joins our numbers, it's just a safe space for them all, and a place where their magic is plentiful."
As she was speaking, one of the fairies came forward, giving Mal a big smile and chuckled. The wolf let out a breath and shifted to become... Thomas Stephenson? She knew him from school. And hadn't he... "You... you're one of the ones who took this dare... aren't you... so you're... fey... but..." she said, looking back to Alex, "You said I'm the only one you'd found..."
Alex let out a little sigh and said, "Yes. You are the first to have rated as our new Ringmaster. A lot of the others have been fine fey, but you... there's a spark in you. C'mon, stand up." Alex rose to her feet, holding her hand out to help Mal to her feet as well. The digitigrade feet felt... disconcertingly natural, but that was the least of her concerns at that moment. Thomas stepped back into the assembly as a wolf as Alex banged a cane that she suddenly had in her hand against the top of the platform. "Ladies and gentlemen, and all points in between! I present to you! Mallory! Our new ringmaster!" There was a drumroll and a building drone of instruments as Mal was lost on what to do.
But, as the lights turned to focus on her, it clicked. Her eyes refocused and a grin spread across Mal's muzzle. She brought one hand up to the brim of her new top hat as the other brought the end of her cane down against the platform as well. She'd known just how to call up the cane, and it felt so good in her hand. What's more, as it struck, her clothes erupted into a new form. It was quite the flourish of fabric as her shirt became a white, button-up blouse, wrapped around by a black waistcoat that helped to lift her breasts to prominence. Her pants became elegant, slick slacks that hugged her figure... very nicely. Her shoes were now knee-high, leather, high-heeled boots. And, to cap it all off, a dazzling red showman's coat flared out around her, trimmed with gold.
As her final transformation was complete, a resounding cheer went up from the crowd and the music launched into a triumphant reel. The fey in the room started to dance, celebrating the coronation of their new ringmaster. Even Mal could feel the music urging her to dance along with the crowd of fey around her, and it was just... amazing. She pranced down from the platform easily and began to jig and reel with the rest of them. Her body knew exactly what to do, and she had no interest in stopping any time soon. As she danced, drinks were passed around. Mal had been good and never drank alcohol... but here among the fey, it felt wrong not to share a drink with them.
The dance went on and on, and despite the hour, there was no exhaustion. Hours had passed before things began to settle down, and she was able to make her way toward the back of the tent, Alex flopping down contentedly beside her. "There... y'see, it's not so bad. And you really do fit right in? Did you realize that it was your lead everyone was following when you came to dance with them? They know you're the one in charge. You're the one with the spark to lead us. Losing the park took a lot out of me. Hell, I used to be a panther, and now I'm just a house cat... but it's alright. You can't fight change when it comes."
Mal could see Alex as a panther, wearing the top hat and all... and it did suit her... but so did being a regular-old black cat. She thought about what Alex had just said and nodded her head, "They did, didn't they? It's so strange to realize that... but yeah, I think I can do this," she said with a confident nod. Confidence would definitely come a lot easier to her going forward. And as they sat there together, a thought crossed her mind. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the change she'd gone through, maybe it was the new sense of power that filled her... but... as they sat there together, she just leaned over and kissed Alex full and hard on the lips, pressing forward against her. This was crazy... but it just felt... right...
For her part, Alex mewled into the kiss, moaning softly as she arched up into Mal's body, one paw moving to hold Mal's side. That touch was all that Mal needed, pressing in even closer to Alex as she let out a low, hungry growl, getting a sweet purr in response. She held the kiss for a long moment, but after she broke it, she looked deep intoAlex's eyes with her piercing, green gaze. "Now... take me somewhere that we can have a bit of privacy. I have plans for you," she said, her voice full of need. Alex let out a little mewl that just drove Mal nuts before she rose to her feet and held her hand out to Mal, leading her out through one of the tent flaps. The landscape on the other side was nothing like had been at the park, so they must be on the faerie side of things, and Alex led them to a smaller side tent, which was far bigger on the inside than on the outside. It was positively luxuriant, like some sultan's tent. She let go of Mal's hand and made her way over to stand at the foot of the bed, her head ducked just... mmm... so invitingly adorably.
For her part, Mal just padded quietly across the floor of the tent, her eyes never leaving Alex's, pinning the golden-eyed cat in place with her gaze alone. There was no pause or hesitation as her hand came up to grip the back of Alex's head, digging her fingers into the cat's hair as she forced her head to tilt back so that she could kiss her ravenously, forcing her tongue into Alex's mouth to lick all around inside of it. She was treating Alex like she owned her... and Alex was doing nothing to disagree with that assessment. If anything, she was doing her best to encourage Mal along with all of those damned adorable sounds that she was making, it was just too much to take! She finally broke the kiss, but rather than simply shove Alex down onto the bed, she pulled her head further back, baring the cat's throat so that she could take hold of it in her powerful jaws, gripping it firmly... but at the same time quite gently.
Alex seemed to nearly cum on the spot, calling out in a husky mewl as her hands clutched at Mal's sides. She was shaking there as Mal claimed her like that, her eyes rolling back in her head as she just submitted completely to her. Mal happily held her like that for a long moment before she let go, giving Alex's lips a soft kiss, wordlessly thanking the little black cat. Her hands began to move over Alex's body, stripping the red coat off of her and tossing it to one side, followed by the waistcoat and, yes, her blouse. She ran her hands slowly over Alex's firm b-cup breasts, just savoring how they filled her hands before she brought her head down to nuzzle along them, licking, kissing, and yes... nibbling at them. She was in no rush. She was exploring her new territory... it was that simple. She would have all of the time in the world to enjoy her kitty. When she was satisfied, she moved further down, kissing along Alex's flat tummy, moving down to her knees.
She nuzzled and breathed deeply along the waistband of Alex's pants, teasing at the underside of her belly with gentle nibbles. She brought her hands in, at last, to start unfastening Alex's pants, unzipping the fly and unbuttoning them before slowly peeling them off of her. As she did, she let out a little gasp of surprise as she was met by an erect cock extending up from a sheath, with a cute pair of balls hanging beneath. She grinned up at Alex, chuckling darkly. "My, my... looks like I'm not the only one with both..." she said, giving Alex's modest cock a slow lick, causing her to blush horribly and mewl long and low. She took the head of Alex's cock into her mouth, suckling slowly on it as she savored her kitten's taste. She would never have thought in a million years that she would enjoy the taste of someone's cock, but today had changed quite a good many things about her. She just lovingly suckled on Alex's shaft for a good while before she moved down to lick at her balls, sucking them into her mouth and rolling them about with her tongue. All the while, Alex was singing so prettily for her tiger, who's ears were perked high, just taking it all in.
After some time playing with her prey, she drew her mouth back before pushing Alex back onto the bed, the black cat falling onto her butt with a squeak of surprise. Mal grinned and brought her paws to spread Alex's legs apart so that she could move up to what she was really after, running her tongue agonizingly slowly over the kitten's nether lips. Her tongue was much broader than before, but at the same time, it was more agile, offering a greater degree of control to the tigress. On top of that, it didn't bear the roughness of a normal feline's tongue, leaving it to be far more enjoyable to Alex's sensitive folds. Worse, she could not help but purr at the taste of Alex, just lapping hungrily at her prey. Her tongue moved down to Alex's entrance, teasing at it for a moment before pushing inside, drawing a particularly loud yowling moan from the little sweetheart. She pushed as much of it into Alex's passage as she could, swirling it around to lick at her inner walls until she instinctively brought the tip of her tongue to press against a spot along the front of her tunnel, rubbing against it in small circles. The result was very sudden, causing Alex's already snug walls to clamp down on Mal's tongue as juices sprayed from the cat's pussy into Mal's mouth, which was closed around Alex's mound, letting her get every drop as her girl came.
Once Alex came down from her orgasm, Mal drew back, giving her pussy a few tender licks before she rose up, smiling down at the smaller feline, "Such a good girl... I definitely think that I'm going to keep you..." she said, even as her hands were moving to undress herself, tossing her coat to one side and unfastening her waistcoat.
She paused in what she was doing when Alex spoke, sweetly saying, "Yes, Mistress..." in such a tender, submissive tone.
Mal's eyes went glassy for just a moment before her pupils refocused and a big smile came across her face. Her mouth moved, trying the feel of that word on her lips. "Mistress..." she murmured in a husky voice before she nodded her head, "Yes... I like that... and what would that make you, mmm?"
Alex blushed so adorably up at Mal, wiggling where she lay, "Your... your pet, Mistress..."
"Pet... yes..." she said, licking her lips slowly, "Such a good girl for mistress..." she murmured, her tail flicking from side to side as her brain was racing through new pathways. She quickly finished disrobing, finding such apparently complicated clothes pleasantly easy to remove. She came down onto the bed, her heavy double-D breasts hanging under her body as she padded up to be on a level with Alex, her hand coming down to grip her hair firmly on top of her head, "Now... are you ready for your mistress?" she asked, getting a shy, though rather eager, nod from Alex. "Good."
Her hands moved down to Alex's hips, grabbing a firm hold of them and lifting them up off of the bed. For her part, Alex wrapped her legs eagerly around Mal's waist, knowing exactly what was about to happen. Mal's heavy shaft was quickly sliding free of her sheath, lined with soft barbs. Mal was quite pleased with her earlier assessment... she was bigger than she'd been as a mere human. She took a moment to rub her cock along Alex's pussy, coating it in her juices before she drew herself back, positioning the tip at the entrance to Alex's pussy before she drove forward suddenly, burying herself deep inside her pet's cunt.
Alex gasped and yowled loudly, reaching up to clutch at Mal as she was taken so abruptly. But oh... her walls felt so wonderful wrapped around Mal's cock, and the tigress wouldn't be able to hold herself back for very long, and quickly started to thrust into Alex's body with a will. There was a primal quality to their coupling... a deep hunger and need that filled the tigress' mind. Mal had never had sex as a human. Masturbated and looked up porn on his computer, certainly, but he'd never had sex. This was a wholly new experience for him... and all it had taken was getting transformed into a hermaphroditic tigress fey. Small price to pay, in the end, really.
Her heavy balls slapped against Alex's backside with each powerful stroke while she leaned down to kiss her pet deeply, just hungry for every last point of contact with her. She wouldn't last long, the way she was going... but she really didn't care. She would have all of the time in the world to enjoy Alex, and so she was free to just let loose, rather than try to horde every moment of their time together tonight. After all, she was the new ringmistress of this troupe. Just how much could that entail? Thoughts were just racing through her head as they fucked like wild animals, but soon enough, Mal couldn't hold back. She drove herself up to the hilt inside Alex and came hard, throwing her head back in a powerful roar of pleasure. Jet after jet of hot seed rushed deep into the black cat's body, filling her to the absolute brim. Her own song of pleasure mingled with Mal's, filling the tent with such music like Mal had never heard before in her life.
As Mal's orgasm passed, she collapsed against Alex before rolling onto the bed beside her, panting heavily. "God... I'm... so happy I took that dare..." she said with a laugh, getting a tired giggle from Alex in return. She reached over and stroked her kitten's cheek, purring softly to her as they took a moment to recover. They drifted off there together in the bed, fucked out and exhausted. Mal slept just... so well that night, her heart full of joy from everything that had happened.
In the morning, though, she woke up on a bed of leaves and grass further toward the entrance to the park. Alex was nowhere to be seen, and she had a brief moment of panic that last night had all been a dream. However, as she sat up and wobbled a bit from the weight that her breasts added to the movement, her attention snapped back to herself. Seeing that she was now a girl clinched it for her, as did the hat, cane, and jacket folded neatly by her side with a rose sitting on top of the hat. She grinned broadly and rose to her feet, pulling on the coat and popping the top hat on before flourishing the cane and heading back to the entrance, stepping out into the morning sun.
Her friends were there, waiting in their car, and when she came out, they scrambled out and rushed toward her, cheering, "Way to go, Mal! We knew you had it in you! Did you seriously go to the circus? Shit, Mal, you've got bigger balls than any of the guys at school!" Oh, if only they knew.
She grinned back at them, embracing them and patting them on the back, being good and careful with the cane. "See... And you guys were worried... touching... but unnecessary," she said with a laugh and a smirk. They all climbed back into Tom's car, and drove back home, dropping Mal off and waving goodbye to her.
"Mallory Jacob Stevenson! Where have you been all night?"
Mal winced, recognizing her mother's voice. She gave her mom a half-sheepish grin as she brought her free hand up to rub the back of her head. "Hey, ma. What can I say? I got dared to spend the night in the park... and you know me..."
Her mother sighed heavily, shaking her head, bringing her hand up to rub her forehead, "Yes, Mal. I know you," she said, coming over and kissing Mal's forehead. It all felt so natural, and even her mom wasn't thrown off in the least by her being Mallory rather than Malcolm. She then stepped back, holding Mal's shoulders, "Now, let me get a good look at you," she said, looking over Mal appraisingly to make sure that there wasn't any urgent cleanup of her daughter needed before she was allowed to galavant around the house. "Well... you've kept yourself... rather tidy..." she said, sounding almost disappointed by that, "And I see you've brought home a few souvenirs..." she said, brushing her fingers across the top of the hat to knock away any dust up there. "I... assume these were put away neatly in the ringmaster's tent... so... they've stayed nice and clean all of these years... or did you somehow manage to find and use a laundry facility there?" she asked with a smirk.
"Nah, ma, you've got me. There were a few things there sitting out, but I didn't want anything ratty as my trophy," she said with a laugh, "I think I did pretty well for myself there, last night."
"Mmm... I really can't argue with you there... and you haven't killed yourself or gotten kidnapped..." she said with a huff, seemingly bothered by her inability to find anything to fuss about. "Oh well... I've got bacon cooking in the pan, and I'll do up some eggs for you once it is done. Please, at least brush your teeth and wash up a bit?"
"Yes, mom..." Mal replied, slouching off to go tidy up for the day. It was certainly shaping up to be an interesting one.