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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. 

“No, she’ll figure it out. Besides, not like she’d dare deny her sweet Pierrot,” Jester grinned,  replaying your sweet overstimulated whines in his head with sadistic glee. 

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You’d found out many things about Pierrot during his heat. 

One- he slept a lot less than you did. It was something you figured, but never really realized the extent of until he was begging to fuck you for days on end. 

Two- monsters had zero refractory period. Apparently, that was normal even outside of heat, but Pierrot didn’t tell you until now, not wanting to push you. 

Three- heats lasted for five fucking days. 

You groaned as Pierrot picked you up, falling limp in his arms as he brought you to the bathroom. He’d done his best trying to keep you alive and well during the brunt of his heat, feeding you whenever his mind was just barely sane enough to remember, keeping a constant stream of water in you as he ravaged your body with ecstasy. Finally, when his heat lowered from a raging fire to a low simmer, he was able to put his desires to the side long enough to care for you. 

“My lady, how are you feeling?” he asked, running water for a bath. You hummed softly, your head laying on his shoulder as he held you up. 

“Tired…” you mumbled out. Pierrot smiled softly, brushing your hair away from your face. 

“I’m sorry if I pushed you, my love. But thank you for helping me, my heat would have lasted longer without a mate. And I’m honored that you chose to help me,” he grinned, bringing your limp hand up to his mouth as he kissed your palm lovingly. 

You sighed as he lowered the two of you into the tub, him sitting behind you as the warm water engulfed the both of you. He wrapped his arms tight around you, hands splaying over your tummy, sore from the obscene amount of cum he’d spilled into your womb. He pressed lightly, making you whine in embarrassment as it spilled from your hole and into the water. His cum was a pretty gold color, reflecting the light in an almost pearlescent way as it stained the bath. 

“I’ll always help you, honey,” you mumbled, snuggling into him as he grabbed a cloth to clean you. Pierrot giggled softly, nuzzling against your neck as he purred. 

Pierrot cleaned the two of you up in silence, allowing you a few moments to think, the first time since you entered his tent nearly a week ago. You had never seen much of Pierrot’s monster side, always keeping his more jarring features covered. His entire heat though, he’d been entirely nude, and though the lights had been dim ever since you joined him, your eyes adjusted enough to see his visage. That, and your wandering hands allowed you to map his body out. 

Pierrot had three horns sprouting from the top of his head going down. The base of them was sensitive, enough so to make him moan when they were manhandled. He also had a row of spines going down his back, laying flat against him unless he felt threatened, in which case they stuck straight out. His hands had large, sharp claws extending from the tips, and the skin on his extremities was an inky black color, covering the skin over his joints, face, hands and feet. The rest was that ivory shade you had grown accustomed to. 

You never saw yourself as having a monster boyfriend, but you couldn’t deny the thrill of having someone so dangerous so enthralled with you. All of his sharp edges seemed to round out for you, letting himself become docile in your presence. Your human fragility wasn’t something he saw as a burden. No, he saw it as an honor, that you would allow something so delicate to be cared for by someone who, at any point, could crush you. 

“Do you think it took, dear one?” you heard Pierrot ask, making you snap out of your train of thought. His hand was possessively laid on your lower tummy, where he had dumped load after load of cum into you until it leaked out. You chuckled softly, turning your head to kiss his cheek. 

“Can that even happen? Like, with our biology?” you asked, amused. Pierrot sighed softly, nipping at your shoulder. 

“I hope so. I hope they have your eyes,” he purred out dreamily. Your eyes widened, dread sitting in your gut. 

You had assumed that, biologically, you and Pierrot were incompatible. Hell, the two of you had never even thought about contraceptives. Hearing that Pierrot wasn’t sure if you could get pregnant threw you for a loop. Sure, the idea of having his kid was adorable, but nothing could have prepared you to be ready for this reality. You were sure Pierrot didn’t hide it from you on purpose, but it still shocked you. 

Feeling you stiffen, Pierrot spoke. “Are you alright, my lady? I-I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, concern dripping from his tone. You sighed, shaking your head. 

“You didn’t, baby. Just caught off guard, that’s all,” you assured, placing your hand over his tenderly. You decided to push the idea to the back of your head for now, planning on asking Doctor about it later. 

Pierrot washed you with care, making sure to soothe over any bruises and bite marks. He looked almost proud of them, like his mark meant something more than you knew. He washed your entire body before running his fingers along your folds, cum still pouring from your hole, allowing his fingers to glide smoothly. 

“Pierrottt-” you whined, oversensitive. His breath quickened against your neck as you squirmed away from his hands, trying to run from what you knew would turn into another round. 

“Please, my love? Just one more?” he whispered in your ear, nipping at the cartilage lightly as he rolled two fingers around your clit, his free hand cupping your chest as he kneaded the soft flesh greedily. “I’ll be gentle this time. I won’t even put the knot in,” he pleaded, his voice a low rasp. You groaned in exasperation, as if you weren’t actively spreading your thighs for him. 

“Go ahead, lovey,” you sighed out, wrapping an arm around his neck as you nipped and sucked at his sensitive flesh. He moaned, lining his cock up to your entrance and pushing in. 

You moaned, thankful that he was being gentler than he had the previous five days. His cock pushed in slowly, his fingers rubbing intoxicating circles around your clit as he entered. Your walls clenched around him at the pleasure, his length pressing against your sensitive walls. 

“Relax, my love. You’re still so tight~” he moaned, pushing you further onto his length. You whined, trying to relax some. 

“‘M tryin’. It feels good,” you murmured, his cock sinking into your walls making you lightheaded. 

Once Pierrot was fully seated inside of you, he rocked you back and forth on his dick, fucking into you gently like he’d promised. 

“Ngh, oh, my lady, you feel divine,” he whined out, his fingers rubbing faster around your clit. You moaned, rocking back onto him as he throbbed inside of you. “Please, it’s so good.”

You moved your hands to grip the sides of the tub, using the leverage to rock back harder onto Pierrot. As exhausted as you were, you were nearly addicted to his pretty begging at this point. That, and his cock never failed to make you see stars. 

Pierrot’s hands never left you as you rode him, one hand staying firmly on your swollen bud, the other roaming over your body, gripping at your thighs, waist, tits, anywhere that made you bounce back just a little harder on him. You felt hypocritical, really, having him be gentle when you yourself were being just as needy as he was. You couldn’t help it though, you felt nearly possessed as his cock speared into you, bruising against your most sensitive spots. 

Pierrot was helpless under your renewed vigor, mewls and whines leaving his lips as his hips met your every thrust. “M-my love, let me breed you, please. All mine, all mine, let me fill you up. Just this once I promise, please let me breed you-” he whined sharply, grunting out the words between his rough panting. 

You were nearly dizzy with pleasure. Before, him begging to breed you was something arousing, but ultimately a fantasy in your head. Now, despite your initial dread, the thought alone nearly made you cum, knowing he might actually be able to get you pregnant. 

“Pierrot,” you moaned out, beginning to clench around him greedily. “Cum in me, knot me!” you whined. Pierrot groaned, meeting your thrusts harder. 

“Ghmm~ d-don’t say that, dear one, I’ll-” he cut himself off with a moan, his thighs shaking under you as you rode him. You leaned back enough to press your lips to his ear, speaking directly into it in a low, growling tone. 

“Don’t you wanna be a daddy, baby?” you purred dangerously. “Fuck-!” you cursed loudly, his knot popping into you as he released another load into your abused cunt. 

You came around him at the stimulation of his knot against your gspot, his fingers never ceasing their motion on your clit. Your thighs shook as you milked his knot inside of you, drool leaving your lips as wave after wave of ecstasy ran over you. Pierrot panted as the two of you rode your orgasms out, tucking his head against your shoulder as he pawed at you, pulling you closer.

As the two of you came down, Pierrot splayed his hand over your lower tummy once again, growling possessively. “Gonna be such a pretty mama,” he purred out lowly, nipping at your neck as he scented you aggressively. 

You shivered at the idea, but ultimately, it was just a fantasy. Surely, they wouldn’t have thrown you to Pierrot if it could actually happen, right?

…right?

…

Once the two of you had calmed down and finished up, Pierrot pulled you from the tub, patting you dry with a towel. “There, all clean!” he beamed at you, pulling out a brush to begin brushing your hair. 

“Can I brush your hair next?” you asked with a tired grin. He nodded excitedly, gently pulling the brush between your strands, careful to work any knots out gently.

As he finished, he handed you the brush, sitting next to you. You couldn’t help but giggle softly as you pulled all his hair behind his back, letting you have access to all of it. It was something so small, but it meant the world to you. Before his heat, he’d never taken off his hat with you. Now that you’d seen his horns, you understood why, but it didn’t make seeing all of his hair any less special to you. He hummed softly in pleasure as you brushed his hair as gently as he had yours, making sure to maneuver the hairbrush between his horns without hitting them. 

Once the both of you were finished with that, Pierrot stood up, picking you up bridal style as he grabbed a bottle off of his sink, moving towards the room you’d been in for the past week. 

Pierrot laid you down in his nest, small bottle of lotion in his hand as he straddled your hips from behind. 

“I’m sorry I was so rough with you, dear one,” he said sadly, his heat having fully left him in the bath. You could smell the sweet, candied scent from the lotion as he poured some into his hands, rubbing them together to warm it up. You sighed as he began kneading at the knots in your back, working out the tension the week had left you with. 

“It’s alright. I’m just glad you feel better,” you hummed, relaxing into the motion. You regretted that last round in the bath, having used up any energy you might have had left, but it was worth it for the fantasy. 

“My lady?” Pierrot started quietly. You hummed as his hands worked their way to your lower back. “Would you… actually like to start a family with me? If it’s even possible?” He sounded so small, so unsure of himself- it broke your heart. You tried to sit up to look at him, but he just pushed you back down. “I-I know it’s a lot to ask, but there is really no pressure! I’m just curious, is all,” he explained” You chuckled softly. 

“If it were possible, I would love to, Pierrot,” you sighed out. He giggled behind you, kneading your lower back. 

“If it were possible,” he stressed, the smile in his voice unmistakable. 

…

“Hey, Doc,” you greeted Doctor cordially as he motioned for you to come inside of his tent. He had checked you out shortly after Pierrot’s heat had officially ended, making sure he didn’t use you too hard. It had been about a week since then though, and this was the first time you’d been able to sneak off from Pierrot alone. 

Since his heat, he hadn’t once taken his eyes off of you. It was like his normal possessive nature had been dialed up to eleven, always having a hand somewhere on you outside of his shows, and even during his shows his eyes were glued to you. At least Jester didn’t seem to mind, as he was actually getting more compliments than usual on his performances. Still, finding some time away from him to ask such an important question was hard. 

“Hello, little one. How are things?” Doctor asked, seeming pleased to see you. You smiled, sitting down as he strapped you in. You always insisted that he didn’t have to, but Doctor seemed more at peace when you were restrained. 

“They’re good! Real good…” you chirped, trailing off as he placed a hand on your forehead, before writing something on his clipboard. 

“You’re not a very good liar,” he hummed softly, bending down to level his gaze with yours. You swallowed nervously, glancing to the side. 

“Well, I actually had a, um, question…” you mumbled quietly, glancing away from the intense cyan glare of his mask. The Doctor stayed silent, waiting for you to continue. “Uh, can Pierrot get me pregnant?” you squeaked, squirming a bit under his watchful gaze. Doctor laughed softly at your question. 

“I wouldn’t think so. I’m assuming no contraception was used?” he asked softly, sensing your apprehension. You nodded. “There are a few exceptions, but they are so incredibly rare that it’s not considered a possibility in most circumstances. I hope this information does not disappoint you?” he questioned. 

“Well, it’s a scary thought, naturally. But I can’t lie and say I dislike the idea,” you hummed in a noncommittal tone, smiling up at him. Doctor nodded. 

“Allow me to soothe your fears then, little one,” he said, grabbing a needle and a tourniquet. You cringed, but allowed him to take the blood. 

“Can’t I just pee on a stick or something?” you asked. Doctor chuckled, already holding the vial of blood. 

“Sure, but where is the fun in that?” you could hear the grin in his voice, his eyes flashing red for just a moment at the sight of the blood. Doctor unstrapped you, helping you up as you smoothed your clothes out. 

“Well, either way, thank you. How long til you know?” you asked. He chuckled. 

“Not long. If it tells me anything interesting, I’ll come and find you.”

You nodded, walking from his tent to go and find your lover, who you were sure was looking for you. 

Ensuring you were far from his tent, Doctor lifted his mask, uncapping the vial. He tilted his head back, grinning as the sweet taste of iron coated his tongue. As he swallowed your blood, he recapped the vial, noting the familiar aftertaste. 

“Hm, interesting,” he hummed to himself. “I think I’ll go and find Jester.”

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You waited idly outside of Pierrot’s tent. His show had just ended, his hypnotic movements leaving you entranced like always, the stark difference between his macabre stunts leaving you and the rest of the crowd breathless. You were waiting on your lover to finish cleaning up, playing on your phone as you leaned against the tent. 

You shrieked as a hand covered your mouth from behind, thrashing against the grip as you were picked up. 

“Shh, sweetie. It’s just me,” you heard the Doctor purr from behind you. You jerked your head to the side, dislodging his hand from your mouth. 

“I wish ya’ll would stop doing that,” you grumbled out, letting him take you wherever. It’s not like it mattered if you let them though, they all just dropped you where they wanted you either way

Doctor chuckled. “You’ll find it is much easier to transport you this way,” he mused, hands holding you up under your arms like you were a stray cat. 

Your brow furrowed as you saw the purple tent coming closer and closer as he carried you, dread shooting up your spine. The last time you had even spoken to Jester, it ended with you getting fucked for a week by your boyfriend. Sure, you liked it, but it didn’t make it any less jarring. You hoped this meeting wouldn’t end so dramatically. 

Doctor entered the purple tent from the back, walking in and setting you down at the large table where the circus members met often. It was where plans were discussed, where they ate meals together, and generally where they gathered for anything important. You’d only been there a few times, mostly so Jester could study you and see if you would be a nuisance, so you assumed this time would be the same. 

Jester studied you intently as Doctor sat you down, before he himself sat next to Jester at the head of the table. Jester smiled sweetly at you, though you could see the contempt hiding behind the mask of kindness. His gaze narrowed on you in silence, making you squirm in your seat, unnerved at his attention. 

“How have you been feeling after our dear Pierrot’s heat?” he asked after a few unbearable moments of silence. You raised a brow, surprised that he even cared. 

“Oh, um… I’ve been kind of tired,” you shrugged. Nothing had really been any different. You’d been more fatigued, and your sex drive had been a bit higher. Pierrot had been more clingy as well. Outside of that though, everything had been the same. 

“That is to be expected,” Doctor nodded, Jester shot him a sharp glare, making you tilt your head. 

“Well, uh, yeah. His heat lasted five days,” you nodded in agreement. Jester hummed. 

“Pierrot has been more attached to you than ever, I noticed,” he pointed out. You shrugged. Sure, he had barely let you out of his sight ever since, but he was already very clingy with you to begin with. Him being as vulnerable with you as he was in his heat made him being glued to your side in the aftermath entirely expected. “Do you know why you’re here?” Jester asked, resting his chin on his folded hands as he studied you. You shook your head. His grin sharpened. 

“Your test results were… interesting,” Doctor chimed in. Your eyes snapped to him, your mouth falling open slightly in shock. 

“Wha- what do you mean?” you rushed out, glancing between the two monsters in front of you. You understood the implications of Doctor’s words, but your brain refused to comprehend them. “M-maybe we should wait on-”

“Hello, my love!” Pierrot chirped as he walked in, Ticket Taker escorting him curtly. Dread washed over you at the realization. Everyone already knew. 

“Ah, Pierrot! What a welcome surprise,” Jester grinned, motioning for him to sit down. Ticket Taker gave a nod before bounding off, no doubt to continue punching tickets. Jester stood up, hands folded neatly as he smiled warmly at Pierrot. His clear affection for the other monster would be adorable if not for the news being dropped. 

Pierrot grabbed your hand as he sat to you, holding it tightly in his, as if you’d disappear if he let go. 

“Pierrot,” Jester began, smiling. “How have you been feeling since your heat?” he asked. Pierrot tilted his head in thought. 

“I’ve been alright. My lady has been quite tired, though,” he mentioned. Jester nodded. 

“I have noticed as much,” he hummed. He studied the two of you for a moment, eyeing the protective way Pierrot leaned towards you “Y’know,” Jester began, placing a hand on Doctor’s shoulder, “our dearest Doctor here ran some tests on your little pet. I myself was quite shocked by the results,” he smiled. 

“I-is everything alright?” Pierrot said quickly, concern dripping from his voice. He pushed up the sleeve of your shirt, checking for any visible bruises or wounds. Doctor laughed. 

“She is alright, Pierrot,” Doctor mused. “I will need to run a few tests to determine if the little one is ok, though,” he mentioned. 

You gasped, the bluntness of his words leaving you unable to deny it any longer. Pierrot froze, his grip on your hand tightening to an almost painful degree. You glanced over to him slowly, eyes wide as you studied him. His pupils were wide, his eyes nearly taken over with the pretty amber shade. His smile was gone, but you could tell he wasn't upset with the way a rumbling purr began to resound from his chest, the way his hands began to shake in your grasp. 

“I know; I was just as shocked,” Jester said coolly, nodding towards you in acknowledgment. 

“How- how long have you known?” you barely managed to stammer out, glancing between the two of them. 

“About a week,” Doctor hummed. Your brow furrowed. 

“Don’t those blood tests take a few days?” you asked. You could feel your heartbeat rising steadily, your mind trying to process everything. 

“Not this one,” Doctor said slyly. You could hear the grin in his voice. 

“Back to the topic. Pierrot? How are you?” Jester interjected, regarding Pierrot softly. You turned back to your lover, nodding in agreement to Jester’s question. 

“How are you, honey?” you whispered to Pierrot. His gaze locked onto you, a growl sounding in his throat. 

“My lady… is carrying our child?” he asked, his voice a low rumble. You swallowed nervously, nodding. In a split second, you felt his arms wrap around you tightly as he nuzzled into your neck. “I-I cannot begin to express how excited I am, dear one!” he rushed out, tripping over his words in his excitement. “I did not know this was possible! My lady, carrying a part of me… of us! This is a dream come true!” Pierrot continued to nuzzle into you, purrs and soft whines pouring from his throat ceaselessly. 

“I’m glad someone is excited,” Jester mused as he watched the two of you, poking fun at your perturbed expression. Pierrot gazed up at you, his grin fading just a bit. 

“Are you upset, my dear?” he asked, hope shining in his amber eyes. You took a deep breath. 

“Just… processing. I’m really caught off guard,” you said hollowly, feeling as if you were staring through him. You felt dizzy, your heartbeat hammering against your chest. 

You held Pierrot’s hand tighter in yours, the warmth grounding you amidst the racing of your mind. You were never sure if you wanted kids. Sure, the idea was cute, but you knew the reality could be entirely overwhelming. You knew Pierrot would go through hell and high water to support you, so that thought comforted you at the very least. Still, this was entirely out of left field. 

“It’ll be alright,” Pierrot purred against your ear, nuzzling against you. “We’ll figure this out. I would do anything for you, my lady. I will never let anything happen to you, or our little one.”

Feeling Pierrot’s horns press into you from under his hat as he rubbed his head against you made you stiffen. “Are you guys born with the claws? And the horns?” you blurted out, the idea terrifying you. The three monsters in the room laughed, finding your lack of knowledge about monsters entertaining. Even Pierrot giggled softly at the question. 

“Do not fret, sweetie. We aren’t born this sharp- we’re born just as soft and round as you humans,” Doctor reassured. You sighed in relief. 

“Ok,” you nodded. You took a deep breath, repeating the sentiment. “Ok…”

“Tomorrow, I will be at Doctor’s tent at noon. I expect you there as well. Pierrot, you are welcome if you so desire,” Jester commanded. 

“Uh, I have work,” you squeaked out. It was bad enough you missed the week of Pierrot’s heat. You weren’t sure you could call out again and still be employed. 

“No you don’t,” Jester smiled unnervingly. You cocked your head at him, confused. “Ticket Taker turned in your day’s notice today. Such work wouldn’t be good for the baby,” he grinned, thoroughly entertained by the helpless expression on your face. 

Before you could speak, Pierrot laughed beside you. “I will take care of you my lady, I swear!” he said, nipping at your jaw in affection. 

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find you can earn your keep here,” Jester promised, the implication making you shudder. You weren’t sure what work he would be having you do, but you weren’t looking forward to it. “Now, run along. My show starts within the hour,” Jester said, waving the two of you off. You stood up, only for Pierrot to pick you up, whisking you away. 

He was silent on the way to his tent, unable to be seen speaking in public, but the second the mouth of his tent shut, his voice came out, rushed and ecstatic. 

“This is amazing, dear one! I never thought this would be possible! Do you think it’ll be a boy? Or a girl? Oh, maybe twins?” he rambled, gently setting you down on his nest. You said up, gazing up at him with wide eyes. 

“Hold on, Pierrot, we don’t wanna get ahead of ourselves. Can I even carry to term?” you asked, fear settling in. You wouldn’t be so off-put if he were human, but the truth of the matter was that he wasn’t. What did monster pregnancies even look like? What if your body couldn’t handle it?

“It’s rare, but a human and monster conception has happened once or twice. If I recall correctly, both were without much complication,” he soothed, pushing you to lay down in the nest before resting his entire body over your own. It was his favorite way of showing affection, smothering you. Just as he got comfortable though, he gasped, rolling off of you. “Can’t hurt the baby,” he mumbled, hearts shining brightly in his eyes as he crawled down your body. He pushed the bottom of your shirt up, instead kissing over your lower tummy, nuzzling gently against it. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?” he asked, gazing up at you with wide, lovestruck eyes. 

You let out a shaky breath. This all just felt so sudden. Pierrot’s excitement helped soothe your nerves a bit, but it also set you on edge. There was just so much you didn’t know. On top of it all, finding out you apparently quit your job made you hot with dread. 

“I… I need a little bit. I think I need a moment,” you stammered out. Pierrot nodded, resting his head on your plush tummy as he studied you. 

“I know…” he murmured soothingly. “I know you’re overwhelmed, my love, but I swear- it’ll be alright,” he reassured, his gaze full of reverence as he looked up at you. “I will be here every step of the way, my dear. Our child will be loved, and cared for. You will want for nothing, and neither will they. I love you, dear one. Everything will be ok.”

You hiccuped softly, tears welling in your eyes at his sentiment. You tangled your hands in his hair, holding his head against you as you tilted your head back, crying softly. You felt terrified. More than that though, you felt loved. 

“I love you s-so much,” you cried softly, sniffling. Pierrot laughed. 

“I love you, my lady.”