Limewah's Hypnovember 2025
Day 18 - Clown

"We need to make sure our new friend puts his best foot forward when the Ringmaster arrives!"

Kezohr was not easily impressed. Applause didn't come very naturally to him. As everyone else in the big-top bleachers cheered and clapped, his clapping was delayed, a little more muted. He was enjoying himself, though! The horseback tango and the motorcycle cage stood out, but the highlight for him had been Raxil's Rampage. The titular clown, this kangaroo-dog hybrid painted bright red and blue and with golden bells pierced in his ears, was an incredible performer. Whether he was performing insanely acrobatic pratfalls, or leading a maelstrom of similarly coloured jesters through comical obstacle courses, it was hard for Kezohr not to stare with fascination at the clown. 

He was loving this, really! He just wasn't as good at showing it as the rest of the audience.
He also felt a little out of place in a sense; the dragon-goat hybrid's fur was a dull brown with gradients of tan and cream around his face and the backs of his limbs. He was also a lot bigger; he definitely stuck out, taking up enough seat-space for 3 other people(mostly because of his wingspan and tail). He had to practically squat in his seat too, his knees raised a bit too high for comfort.

Raxil's Rampage made Kezohr forget that discomfort, right up to the climactic trick of the act. First, the lead clown balanced himself on the tip of his strong kangaroo tail, springing off of it directly into a group of his painted compatriots. They flung him upwards, towards a wall, where a trampoline was waiting to send him shooting back cross the stage like a twisting multicoloured missile.

Kezohr was leaning forward in his seat, following the arc… before he had to screw his eyes. There was a stage light that kept kept getting him in the eye now and again, just a quick dazzling flash. When the stars faded from his eyes, Raxil was back in the middle of the room, taking big theatrical bows for the ovating audience.
…He missed the end, damn! Stupid lights…
Kezohr wished he was sitting a bit closer to the stage, so he wouldn't get splash damage from the lights. It was too late to shift seats now; the place was packed, and he was a little concerned about making a scene. 

Still… that jester was something else. Even through the slight stinging aftereffects of his eyes
"We're going to take a little backstage break!" Raxil said, his voice swirling through the tent's acoustics. "Stretch your legs, refresh your drinks, and we'll be back with our next act very, very soon!"
Stretching his legs sounded like a good idea. With a knee-crack and a grunt, Kezohr stood and reared up, carefully spreading his wings to avoid bumping anyone.
He wandered down the aisles of the bleachers, brushing past people, until he reached the edge of the ring. He climbed over the wall and dropped into the sandy circle. 
"Hey, is… that allowed?"
Kezohr didn't really notice who said that. His lackadaiscal gaze was focused on the exit Raxil and his cadre had left through.

The striped curtain, presumably the route to the dressing rooms and break room was, left open just enough to let some light in. 
Kezohr was beelining for it, albeit at a languid pace. He wanted to see Raxil up close. He had some lingering questions, like…. 
…hm. What were they? 
He just knew he really wanted to go backstage, and talk to the performers. 
But what was he going to ask?
He ultimately gave up trying to remember. It'd probably come back to him.
The large dragon still stuck out. As he stepped out of the bleachers and into the ring, wandering towards the open curtain… people watched. They whispered. 
The punters he'd passed by, or the ones who sat above the clowns' exit, could see his face. They noticed that there were thin bands of blue, red, and yellow whirling and warbling through his wide, unfocused eyes. His jaw was set, and the corner of his mouth was glistening with a tiny brook of drool. His movements had a slight stiffness.
Each and every one of them chalked it up to being part of the act - maybe he was a secret plant?

Kezohr walked backstage, through a bright red passageway covered in posters of past shows - some recent, some dating back decades. He continued to weave through a crowd - though this time it was a group of vaudeville dancers with bright white plumage, a crocodile motorcyclist, and a shredded lion who was taller than he was. 
Eventually, he caught flashes of blue, red, and white, and he could see the huddled mass of resting clowns gathered around some old salvaged couches.
Raxil was standing in front of them, facing Kezohr, with expectance in his blue eyes.
"Welcome~!" Raxil's arms were outstretched as if he was offering a hug to an old friend. "It's so good to see you!"
Kezohr was a little taken aback by the burst of friendliness, and it snapped him out of his mild stupor. His eyes returned to their usual golden shade, and his previously serene expression turned confused.
"Huh…? What?" He glanced around. "How did I get in here?"
Raxil wrapped his arms around Kezohr with a happy growl.
"We invited you, remember?" Raxil asked, his impish gaze gleaming up at Kezohr.
"Uhh…" Before Kezohr could give the question some serious thought, something flickered at him. Blue, Red, Yellow… more of those lights. He grunted and shook his head, eyes squinting shut again…
Then he opened them. The spirals had returned.

"Yeah… I think I remember." Kezohr nodded slowly, the words like thick taffy in his mouth. 
"Good! Because you're exactly what we need, and we gotta make sure you're trained for the next show!"
"You're, what…?" Before the dragon could interrogate that thought further, there was another flash. Three torch beams, each one from a different clown in the crowd. He blinked, he swayed, and his eyes spiralled again. 
"Yes, of course!" Raxil smiled, reaching out to take Kezohr's hand. The dragon-goat was surprised by its smoothness. There was not a hint of fur texture on it at all; it felt more like he was touching a smooth bodysuit than a furry paw. 
"Okay…" Kezohr grunted, still dazed from the lights.

"Let's not dawdle," The dog-roo said, shaking his head to get the bells ringing, and pulling apart Kezohr's already split focus. "We need to get you fitted. Axel?"
Another clown approached Raxil - this one was a capybara wearing a teal and white striped pierrot's outfit. He had a large pot full of white, greasy-looking paint at the ready.
"Let's take him to the private changing room…" Raxil said. "We need to make sure our new friend puts his best foot forward when the Ringmaster arrives!"

Kezohr stared at his reflection in the mirror. It was a very curious sight. When had he taken his clothes off? Why were his eyes spinning like that? They looked rather funny. It made him giggle now and again, and that sound too was curious - a deeper, lower 'hyuck hyuck', a far cry from the low chuckles he normally made…
The greasepaint covering his face and the front of his bared torso felt rather pleasant.
The cool texture smeared into his flesh, slicking the bushy fuzz right down, melting it into a smooth, flat form. It made him feel funny. So funny that his cock had been standing to attention for what felt like forever. 
It had also turned the colour far more vibrant - his fur had taken on a more orange tint, calling to mind a sweet citrus ice-cream with its tones. 

A huge red bulb was held before Kezohr, in the paw of the teal capybara. Kezohr's eyes crossed inwards to follow it as it was pressed against his snout. It stuck fast, right between the nostrils, and shone. A clown nose… his clown nose. It was there, always in his periphery - even without a reflection, he'd know what he was whenever his eyes were open.
He was a clown.
Wait… since when…? Wasn't he…?
Something was wrong, something was missing…
Clothes! Where were his clothes? Yes, a clown needed a proper costume…
Especially when he got to see Axel's eyes, swirling just like his, yet brighter. The capybara was smiling brightly - or maybe that was just the makeup. But it was a nice smile either way. Kezohr smiled back at him. His right leg was lifted off the sandy ground, and into a long sleeve. The eyes spun faster. Then the same for the right. The eyes gleamed brighter.

Suspender straps suddenly snapped around Kezohr's shoulders. He was somehow able to tear his gaze away from the pretty colours in the other clown's eyes, to see he was now wearing a bright green pair of pants, big enough to work as a parachute.
How perfect for him…
He hyuck-hyucked again.
"Kezohr is no more," The capybara hummed, a childish gesture towards a melody. "Zekil the clown's in town…"
"Kezohr is no more…" who was Kezohr? That was him, wasn't it? Or was he Zekil? "The clown's in town…"
He was a clown, he was pretty sure… the red nose, the painted face, the little pompoms on the tips of his horns and the conical party hat between them.… the goofy smile, the spinny eyes, the mismatched clothes…
"Kezohr is no more," Axel said again. "Zekil the clown's in town."
"Kezohr is no more…" the dragon repeated. "Zekil the clown's in town!"
"Kezohr…"
"Is no more!" Zekil said, triumphantly. "Zekil the clown's in town!"

Raxil stroked the newcomer's shaft as he lounged at his feet. Since Axel was taking on the task of brainwashing this big, handsome inductee, the star clown could just focus on enjoying the warmth and texture of that meat through the open fly of the baggy pants. It hadn't taken too long to figure out this new clown's name, either. Just jumble around some of the words of his name, find something suitably silly, then that was that…
"Having fun up there, Zekil~?" Raxil asked with a triumphant giggle. "Practice that giggle… you're gonna nail your audition for the Ringmaster at this rate!"
"Hyuck hyuck… you got it!" 

Zekil the strong-clown spun his 'boss' in the air like he was shaping a disc of pizza dough. Raxil was playing it up with a 'whoaaaaaa~'. Zekil did the task one-handed, leaving his other hand free to play with himself. 

The Ringmaster watched, not a hint of a smile beneath the elephant's trunk - or his moustache.
Zekil was undeterred, his spinning eyes focused entirely on his form, his tongue sticking out of the side of his clenched snout in concentration. Then, with a grunt, he threw Raxil up into the air, letting him spin like a propeller to the heights of the empty Big Top… before he started to slowly fall back down.
Panicking, Zekil barreled and stomped around to try and get beneath his boss - crashing into tables, knocking other clowns flat, and leaving complete destruction in his wake… at the last possible moment, he tripped, and fell over, rolling onto his back. His wardrobe malfunctioned, his cock stuck right out of his pants… just in time for Raxil to plunge, ass-first, right onto it.
Raxil squealed with faux-pain, even as his own dick throbbed and stars pulsed through his eyes. 

By that point, the Ringmaster was already applauding, his heavy thick hands booming through the acoustics of the tent.
"A very good find, Raxil. Exactly what I ordered you to find. Well done. You're hired… Zekil, was it?"
"H-hyuck… th-thanks Boss…!" Zekil smiled dopily, sitting up and clambering to his feet. Raxil was still lodged inside him, and was also pulled up to standing… before Zekil grabbed hold of him and pushed his hips against him.
"Can I cum inside boss, Boss?" he asked, excitedly.
The elephant smiled. Two other clowns unbuckled and pulled down his trousers and undergarments, and immediately got to work on his massive cock. He planned on watching.
"Go on, boys…"
With the audition over… the rehearsal could properly begin.