Opening day



       It was a Sunday morning in hell, most demons were either sleeping or playing outside with their families, but others simply were spending time on their own accord. So was the case of the little owlet named Octavia, who without much supervision was watching TV while sitting on the sofa.
       In the screen she could see commercial after commercial of different products she couldn’t even understand the use for, and hear a million words she didn’t even understand –but what kids love the most when watching TV is colourful tones and funny voices, such as the one from a popular clown who was just starting to make it big as a one-man show.
       The classic circus fanfare sounded in the background as this wacky clown imp moved arround the scene doing random noises with his voice and stretching his hands to impossible lengths and with abnormal flexibility.
       Shortly after, you could start to make out a song out of all this random sounds and giggles, even if little Octavia herself couldn’t do it so well.
       «Loo Loo Land, Loo Loo Land
       Everybody Sing along with the Loo Loo Band
       Every boy, every girl
       Every woman, every man
       Loves Loo Loo Land! »
       [pom-pom-pom]
       «Loo Loo Land, Loo Loo Land
       Everything is beautiful in Loo Loo Land
       Ugly children holding hands.
       In Loo Loo Land!
       Everybody’s friendly.
       And nobody is mean.
       No copyright infringements ever seen!
       I have a dream.
       [He has a dream]
       I’m here to tell.
       [He’s here to tell]
       About a magical, fantastic place
       Called Loo Loo Land! »
       The song seemed to continue over and over as disclaimers and other legal mumbo jumbo plastered the screen. Mostly saying that the clown in question; called Fizzarolli, could do as he pleased with the crowd if he so wished –all for the sake of entertainment.
       The little owlet seemed excited, it had been a while since the last time she went outside; and there is only so much a five-year-old can do in a palace all by herself –with a mother that doesn’t care and a father that works too much.
       She quickly got off the couch and ran to her father’s studio.
       Not a day went by where the powerful price Stolas didn’t find himself deep in his studies of the grimoire and the arcane arts or having to deal with human summoning and their convoluted requests. It was a busy life to have but he dealt with it –one thing at a time.
       —Daddy! Daddy! —The owlet screams from the top of her lungs as she runs—.
       But her father did not reply.
       —Daddy! Daddy? —Octavia kept at it as she got closer and closer to her destination—.
       Just as she was about to reach the door, it opened by itself; infused in a colourful blue mist that could only come from her father’s magic. The owlet went inside with haste and there he was waiting for her, prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia.
       A tall and slim looking owl, with the brightest smile.
       —Via, my owlet. —Stolas says as he kneels down to carry her on his arms—. What on hell has you this excited?
       —I saw it! I saw it! —she tried to point to where she came from—. The circus, I saw it!
       —What about it, my dear? —He continued, trying to piece out what she was on about—.
       —Can we go to the circus dad? —She requested right away—.
       Stolas was known for two things in hell. A workaholic, and a pleaser; mostly of his daughter, that is. He wanted to accept her cute little request right as she finished talking but having to balance both things out usually meant he had to leave one for later. As you can probably assume, his daughter always came first; and because of this reason, work had piled up for last.
       —My dear Via, I’m so sorry. —He tried to sound sweet and condescending—.
       The owlet’s face turned to a frown right away; almost wanting to start crying on the spot, but still in hopes for an answer.
       —B-but daddy…
       —Daddy has to work sweetie, maybe if you ask your mother- —He interrupted himself—. Uh… Never mind…
       —If I ask mom, will you take me to the circus? —She asked filled with hope—.
       Stolas did not want to answer that question. He knew very well Stella would just send her back to him and bitch about it during bedtime; saying how a terrible father he is and that he should be taking care of the girl at all times. And that if she was at the palace to begin with, and not at a tea party or made-up meeting.
       He looked at his work sitting on the desk and then back at her shiny watery eyes, back and forth trying to come up with an idea, that’s when it clicked.
       When he was a kid, his father would never be there for him, so when he wanted to visit somewhere in hell or at all go outside; he had an imp for that.
       This usually would go as follows: Stolas and the imp going together to wherever he wanted to go; and his father would communicate from time to time via a magical mirror of sorts carried by this imp. Then they would be teleported back to the palace remotely.
       —I think your daddy has an idea!
       Stolas put Octavia back down, who looked at him with a puzzled face, unable to understand what this idea was, or what it meant. Stolas just going back and forth between cabinets and boxes, looking for that old mirror.
       It took some time to find; but he did. It was all dusty and the scrying mirror had some scratches on the surface; probably from poor handling and the passage of time, but as long as the spell still worked Stolas had nothing to worry about.
       —What is that, daddy? —Octavia seemed intrigued by Stolas’ actions—.
       —You’ll see in a minute, sweetie. Your daddy just needs to work it out…
       With some hockus pockus, or more so actual satanic chanting and spellcasting; his iconic purple haze embedded on the mirror, and shortly after he was able to see himself on it, weirdly enough he could also see himself seeing him and so un until he got dizzy enough and called off the spell.
       The next step was to find someone who could take her to the circus. For that he did the same his father did; and called for the head butler. A short and thin imp, the son of the same butler that took him to the circus way back then. With short but pointy horns and a neck hidden by his uniform; tired eyes and the looks of someone ready to give up on their life.
       —Y-You called, sir?
       —Oh, Impington. —Stolas cheered—.
       Somehow, his excitement didn’t relax the poor imp, but instead filled him with worry.
       —Impington, I need to continue working. See? —Stolas pointed at his desk covered in scrolls—. So, I want you to take this mirror and my dear daughter to... eh...
       —Loo Loo Land! —Octavia shouted—.
       —Yes, Loo Loo Land. I have no idea where that is; but apparently, she saw it on the tele.
       —D-Don't worry sir, most imps know of it. A new imp circus that’s opening today on the outskirts of imp city.
       Stolas, a little in a hurry to continue his work, put Octavia down and gave her a little push to Impington –who grabbed her hand right away. The little owlet was used to be taken arround by the palace servants and had no complaints by his handling, but she did find saddening that her dad could not go with her. But, still adamant to go to that colourful place one way or another, she did her best to pull from the imp’s hand to have him start walking.
       —Come on! Come on! —She cheered—.
       Slamming the door shut behind them once they stepped outside; stolas went back to work, and the poor little butler’s nightmare began as they got into the carriage and on their way they went.
       But during the trip, Octavia, still thrilled to have her dad know all about it; asked the butler for the mirror –which reacted to her desire and called for him. In an instant a reflection appeared on it, visualizing Stolas on his studio still; surprised to be contacted in such a short period of time.
       —I-Is something wrong, my owlet? —Stolas sounded confused—.
       —Nothing!
       Stolas’ face showed nothing but pain.
       —Then why did you call sweetie?
       —I forgot to tell you the best part! The imp had like, this long hands! And this colourful dress!
       —You don’t say... —Stolas counted his blessings—.
       —Yes! And he sounded all funny too! Well, we are almost there! Bye dad!
       As they approached the entrance Octavia tried to hand back the mirror to Impington, but the weight of it and the sudden stop from the horses had her lose grasp of it, making it fall on the top of his head, and after picking it up while wishing for his pain to end, both got off of the carriage.
       It had all sorts of things, imps playing with balls and bowling pins, and other objects of different sorts –juggling them and throwing them arround. A weird looking stand with a target and a funny looking imp inside, sitting on a platform above a container filled with murky water and a sign that read: “I need a bath!”.
       Multiple stands, with guns of all sizes and sitting ducks ready to be shot at “Shoot and lose win!”. Small booths selling foods of all kinds, snacks and drinks “FDA can kiss my ass!”. Larger ones selling merchandise from the park such as apple hats with eyes and t-shirts with prints of all kinds. Kids and adults running around; the first being chased by the latter. All while the theme played in the background faintly from every speaker. «Loo Loo Land, Loo Loo Land. »
       All of this had Octavia amazed and excited, dragging Impington arround as she looked everywhere she could, trying to find what to do first and pointing to each place as they walked about.
       But the center piece was impossible to miss, the biggest tent of all, sitting right in the back. Red and tall, with most people going in but never out –like if something dragged you inside. The cheering voices of kids and wacky music that could barely be made out –it was no surprise she wanted to go and see with her own eyes what marvels had everyone so excited. And Impington; with no other choice but to comply.
       Stepping inside made clear that all that cheering was justified. Imps jumping from a cable to another, some swinging from side to side, tightly grabbing onto the other as they got close by. Another one taming a weird looking cat; looked like grandma the poor thing, even had an eye almost popping out.
       And lastly, on the front and right in the center; a circle-shaped platform with a dancing clown. “Fizzarolli” everyone arround shouted in par.
       Unfortunately, by the time she got close to the stage, the clown imp was saying his goodbyes, but promised to return for an encore in a short while –which did sadden the little owl girl who was left to sit on the floor until the colourful clown came back.
       —D-Don't worry princess, we-we can wait arround. —Impington reassured her—.
       
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       Meanwhile, the clown who had gone to his trailer to catch some rest couldn’t help but to monologue on his own, complaining of all the noise and lack of crowd as the day had gone down.
       —Fuck! I really need a drink. Or a blowjob, Nyehehehe —He laughed—. Or both at the same time.
       He had been doing the same performance all day, “he could get both and even pretend it was part of the act” –he thought as he slithered to the ground scratching his nutcrack.
       —Why the fuck not... —He finally mentalized—. Sex sells after all Nyehehehe...
       
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       After what felt like an eternity to the little owlet, but was simply one hour, deep in the distance she could see a figure emerge from the same place the clown disappeared from earlier; and as her heart raced from excitement, so did the crowd that began to form as the music began to play again –and the show was about to start.
       —Well, everyone! Welcome to Loo Loo Land! —Fizzarolli began to chant—. Get fucking ready for its Loo Loo Time!
       The crowd kept forming as they sang the Loo Loo Land theme song alongside Fizz, but the masses were such; before they could notice, Impington had lost his grasp on little Octavia –and as every new kid made it in; another pushed the rest arround. Impington was now standing outside the crowd hopeless and helpless while the excited owlet was now cheering and clapping in the front row.
       Should he call Stolas? –He thought, but immediately rejected the idea as fear made itself present. Should he try and reach her? –He brainstormed, but the ever-growing numbers of visitors made his courage vanish.
       As the clown sang the song, he grew more and more impatient –the hour of rest clearly didn’t cut it, and the idea he had about simply having someone blow him in public turned more and more into a craving more so than a funny thought –with him already looking arround for a good victim of his sinful desires.
       Even his song began to make darker and darker turns as improv took over the lyrics.
       —Every woman, every man, I can fuck them all day round. —Fizz kept singing—. It really doesn’t matter, just blow the clown!
       Some parents, weirded out by this, took their kids away while giving fizz angry looks. Other adults simply found it funny and even worked as chorus while they sat on the back. «All day round! », «Blow the clown! ». This also gave Impington the opportunity to get a better view of the stage and almost enough to find Octavia, if only she wasn’t so small.
       —Nyehehehe! —Fizz laughed as the song reached its end—. Who’s ready for a cool new lewd trick?! Well, everyone! I’m going to need a volunteer for this!
       All kids cheered, but the owlet shined above all. Her playful smile, pink dress and innocent vibe –it was everything someone like Fizzarolli could ask for.
       The kids arround did not know what that word meant, and the adults still present, who did know, got finally interested in his act for once. Regardless, being in stage with Fizzarolli was something universally understood, and all kids wanted to be there, but the clown already had his victim selected.
       —You, the little girl with the pink dress!
       Fizzarolli stretched his arms comically to grab her and take the owlet to stage, this also allowed Impington to finally locate her as he now tried to make it to the front of the masses –so concentrated on her, he didn’t even listen to what the clown was about to do to her.
       —Are you ready? —Fizz asked while performing a silly dance of excitement—.
       —Is a lewd trick just like magic? —The owlet asked—. My dad does a lot of magic!
       —Well little bitch, if you do it right, I’m sure it’s going to feel like magic!
       Fizzarolli untied his pants in front of everyone, exposing his flaccid dick to those still watching. The adults cheered, the kids were confused, and Impington went into panic mode as he helplessly had no choice but to see everything unfold –trapped in a sea of children.
       —Now this, is my magic wand! And to make it work you need to stroke it up and down; first slow and then fast!
       —T-That doesn’t look like a magic wand… —The owlet sounded confused—.
       —Of course it is! We all need it for this kind of trick!
       —B-but I never seen daddy use one for his magic!
       —Oh, he has one! You simply don’t see it under his pants! —Fizzarolli went from a cheerful voice to a more aggressive tone to continue—. Now start stroking.
       The little owlet walked close to Fizz, who swinged his cock arround her face, playing arround. It was red, thick and had a powerful smell that threw her off, but with all adults yelling “Stroke!” the pressure had her comply –grabbing it from top to bottom with her small trembling hands.
       His dick reacted to her touch right away, twitching as she started to stroke him, worried and scared for she still couldn’t understand what she was doing; or what could any of this accomplish. Fizzarolli on the other hand, was having fun, even posing as she masturbated him –most poses pushing his erecting penis towards her face, forcing Octavia to either move her head arround to prevent being poked or straight up closing her eyes.
       By the time he was completely hard more than one adult was also masturbating; watching the show unfold, while most kids had gone partially silent, standing there confused. Impington; completely giving up on doing something could only hear a couple of this kids talk about how either they themselves had a wand of their own, or how their parents or relatives had one too.
       —If we do what he does can we also do magic? —Said one—.
       —I think the magic is the white stuff that flows from it, my dad had me do that once. —Said another—.
       —Oh yhea, my uncle too, sometimes they put it in your butt too, but it hurts, and I don’t like it.
       —EWWWW! the butt?!
       The poor little butler didn’t know for whom to panic more; the fact that so many children arround him were molested and they didn’t even know it. Or that the princess, of all children present, was selected as a victim.
       Trying to see if he could get the act to stop, he looked arround looking for someone who might help him; but all he could see was some staff members closing the tent to make sure only those who wouldn’t snitch stayed inside –for this to be the first time; the staff seemed to already know how to act.
       —Shit! Nyehehehe! —Fizz laughed in a bored-out tone—. You really don’t want to see the magic? How about you also use that mouth?
       —My…mouth…? Like saying a spell out loud?
       The kids who knew what fizz meant tried to make gestures to her to explain it, but as she looked at them; Octavia began to hesitate, not understanding what they meant.
       Fizz on the other hand ran impatient, not wanting his boner to go down due to her lackluster performance, pushing her head against his cock while he repeated the same order over and over again.
       —Just open that fucking mouth!
       —B-But it smells weird! —She begged trying to push back, her hand still holding his dick—.
       —Open your mouth or I’ll tell your dad!
       —No! Don’t tell daddy! —Octavia began to cry—.
       —Then open that fucking mouth! Nyehehehe!
       Scared she obeyed –her mouth opening little by little until the constant pushing from Fizz made it slide inside. Of course, Octavia choked on it, but the clown did not care as he used the Owlet’s mouth like a fleshlight.
       For the next couple of minutes, the only sounds consisted of Fizzarolli’s maniacal laughter as well as Octavia’s gargling and coughing. At least until he finally let her have peace.
       —Can I go home now? —The owlet asked, coughing—.
       —Let’s make a deal. —Fizz responded—. You suck me dry, and I’ll let you go back to your dad.
       —Y-You swear?
       —Have I ever lied? —Fizz had a diabolical tone—.
       She had no choice but to believe him, opening her mouth wide as she looked at him with sad eyes. Of course, this meant nothing to him, as he started to fuck her mouth again, pushing inside as much as he could; going in and out.
       And as he went faster and faster, he also got closer and closer to reaching climax.
       Oh, oh, I feel the magic coming! —Fizz chanted—. Here it comes!
       Fizzarolli pushed his cock deep on Octavia’s throat, ejaculating inside. Octavia tried to push away, get a chance to breathe some air, but all she got was cum, loads and loads of it. It tasted sweet, but the texture was unbearable –it was only because of her gag reflex that she drank till the last drop, all while Fizzarolli moaned loudly. And it wasn’t only him, some of the adults there started to cum as well. It was a complete sexual fest.
       The little owlet, after being abused in such a way, simply wanted to go home, but no matter how much she begged the clown, he wouldn’t listen.
       In the meantime, Impington tried to get outside help, but was captured by the security staff still inside the tent, they made it clear that the only way to leave was keeping is mouth shut.
       —I want daddy... —The owlet begged in between tears—. I don’t like this magic it tastes weird.
       —Oh no, we are not over yet! I said dry! Dry as a wall!
       Octavia tried to back away but the swift flexibility of Fizzarolli made it impossible, twisting and bending in every direction she tried to go to. When she finally gave up and curled up like a ball, Fizz grabbed her from her tiny dress; lifting her from the ground and over himself; just to see her sad face.
       —No need to cry! The next act will sure turn that frown upside down! —Fizz continued—.
       Octavia did not believe a word he said, instead trying to cover her mouth with her little hands and closing her eyes wishing to not be there. Both meaningless actions when he instead started to undress her –forcing her out of her dress, and her fluffy underwear. This made the owlet blush, as timid as she was; now shame took over her as she tried to cover herself from every bit and part.
       Fizzarolli laughed at her as he put her back down and tossed the dress away, which landed near Impington as he was making his way back after promising to not say a word and enjoy the show. He picked it up right away and turned to look at the stage.
       Octavia was standing in the middle; naked and scared, while the clown danced arround her, flapping his cock arround and laughing over and over.
       —Hey little girl. Does your daddy love your mommy? —Fizzarolli asked in-between jumps—. And I bet mommy loves daddy, too.
       Octavia said nothing; but nodded to both questions.
       —This next trick is what daddy does to mommy when they love each other. —Fizz giggled—. He probably would do it to you too if he loved you.
       —My daddy loves me!
       —Really? Then where is him?
       Again, she did not answer.
       —Don’t believe me, try to do this at home! If he doesn’t love you now this will make him love you for sure!
       —H-He will?
       —Ol’ Fizzarolli never lies! So, are you ready for the next trick?
       Octavia nodded again, slowly uncovering herself to the public. The adults in the back cheered, but the kids in front looked disgusted; like they knew what was coming –glad it wasn’t them this time.
       —Good girl! —Fizzarolli’s maniacal laughter got worse—.
       Getting deeper and deeper as he closed the distance between him and Octavia. Slowly touching her body in a lustful manner that she simple couldn’t understand or get aroused with, instead trying to understand what any of this meant and how it would make Stolas love her.
       The scene got more and more confusing to her as Fizz started to grab things from around the place: First, something that looked like a rug, next a lamp and finally what looked like a chair; putting everything in order like setting up a scene or a room. And once he was done, he wrapped his hands arround Octavia –sitting down with her, holding her just above his cock.
       —Ready or not! Nyehehehe! Here I go!
       Octavia looked down as the tip of Fizzarolli’s dick touched her cloaca. Worried as it twitched up and down in a swinging motion as she stayed suspended above it –wondering what his plan was.
       Poor little owlet when Fizz announced that he was about to start, for he forced his way inside of her right after it, the cry of pain reaching Impington’s ears as he hid from the horrific act.
       Most kids still present hid their faces as they tried to ignore the stage and block the noises, while the adults rejoiced alongside the evil imp clown who pushed her up and down his dick like a living fleshlight. Some even dragging some kids from the crowd to play with alongside the clown, others were even shared amongst the adult crowd.
       —It hurts! —Octavia shouted—. You’re hurting my tummy!
       But the laughter that came from the evil clown was louder than her cries for mercy –leaving her helpless as she felt her insides rearrange over and over as she was penetrated by Fizz, after all, with only 8 or 9 years to her name, she was forced to take something only an adult would manage.
       Fizzarolli, of course, was having the time of his life. He didn’t even know he was raping a member of the royal family; he probably wouldn’t care if he knew who she was, all he cared about was how tight Octavia was.
       Big enough to let him go inside, but small enough to fill her up –and because Octavia was afraid of him breaking her tummy; feeling her tiny hands trying to push it out each time he went in, just added to the pleasure.
        Yet, somehow fizz was getting bored of just sitting down, so he stood up; and fucked her some more, then he would lay her on the chair and fuck her against it. At one point he simply laid on the floor to have her ride his cock, even going as far as covering her mouth just to have her make silence, even if it was futile as her body tried to fight back.
       But, as time went by –Octavia, tired, would stop crying as brief growls of pain became her only sound. Her hands, weakened, would stop pushing on her tummy, and little by little her whole body would go numb from exhaustion.
       Meanwhile, Fizzarolli’s laughter turned into moans as he reached closer and closer to climax, struggling to keep his rhythm. It was now just a matter of time for this nightmare to end.
       So, as his final act, Fizzarolli laid Octavia on the floor facing upwards. Her eyes seemed lost as they tried to focus on one thing but couldn’t, so they looked for something else in an infinite loop of dizziness. Her body unresponsive as even when her mind still tried to have her scape, not a limb would react and move. Her feathers all disarranged as a result of Fizz’s violent management.
       And Fizzarolli, ready to bring this to an end, choked her as tight as he could. Bending down over her so his cock once again would line up with her destroyed cloaca.
       That’s when he made his last thrust, as the choking turned out to be not to hurt her, but to keep her in place as he raped her one last time –finally reaching climax and filling her up with his cum as Octavia finally passed out.
       By the time Fizz had finally finish cumming, and after cleaning the left over cum on his cock with Octavia’s body –he simply grabbed his clothes and left –unbothered by what his act had caused and the consequences of his lust.
       At the same time the staff asked everyone to leave so they could clean, some even bothered by this since they were still fucking. This is when Impington saw the opportunity to finally get Octavia and leave that terrible place.
       With no time to waste he took her to the carriage, did her best to clean her up, and dress her too.
       Using what limited tools he had; Octavia would look like a simple tired child who felt asleep on their way back, and hopefully Stolas wouldn’t have his head on a stick as decoration for the front lawn. But luck wasn’t on his side as the mirror began to show Stolas and his voice came arround.
       —Hello? —Stolas’ voice was heard—. Impington, can you hear me?
       He was just finishing up with the owlet when he grabbed the mirror to answer back.
       —Yes, sir. Loud and clear.
       —I just finished up here, so I thought of requesting a little… update?
       —Of-Of course sir! The princess had loads of fun, she’s beat. We’ll be back in no time.
       —Don’t worry Impington, I’ll see for your return.
       —Sir, wait! -
       As Stolas finished those last words a ring of fire surrounded the carriage; the old teleportation spell from Paimon’s arsenal, completely interrupting Impington who still had to buy some time for the little girl to wake up.
       A huge explosion came after as the carriage was taken from the circus back to the palace, and half the entrance with it too. And right at the palace’s door was Stolas, excited the spell had work.
       —Via! —He shouted as he ran to pick her up—.
       —D-Dad? —Octavia replied as she started to wake up—.
       Impington, not wanting to risk his skin simply made his way as Stolas took his daughter inside.
       —Did you have fun my owlet?
       Octavia couldn’t reply, simply burring her face on Stolas’ feathered chest fluff like a scared animal, and before he could ask why; Impington’s poorly done job had left just enough of Fizzarolli’s cum inside to have her soak her underwear and start to leak out.
       —What in the-





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