The fair arrived in the middle of the summer each year. The event set up on a big empty lot right in the center of the city, between the Coliseum and the interstate. Unmarked trucks would roll in and raise their bay doors, allowing an array of brightly colored booths and structures to spill out. The various bits of metal and would rise up like inflating skeletons, creating lanes and streets surrounding bizarre polyps of lights and sound. The smell of cotton candy and fried dough would swirl into the hazy summer air to create a sugary miasma that welcomed attendees as if they were cartoon characters floating along in mid air.

Dennis loved the fair. He loved the gaudiness of it all, the rides and the food and the people. The people are what really amazed him. The ride hawkers filled the air with sing-song voices, with their bright and deceitful eyes calling out to people to test their strength or win a prize or ride to the top of the world. Behind them lurked the unseen Carnies. Hulking men and women of ill repute moved around just out of sight, constantly supplying the continual flow of food and drink to all the carnival goers. Then finally, the people themselves lumbered into view. A rush of humanity as the gates open and people of all sorts and kinds flood into the makeshift town.

The summer heat led to odd choices in clothing. Young people tended to want to look their best, even if they were at a seedy carnival. They chose smart looking, stylized versions of themselves to parade around for each other, each expecting the others to notice. Slightly older than them, the twenty somethings like Dennis. The men dressed normally, as they always do, in shorts with polos or t-shirts. But the women could be yet another treat for the senses. Tank tops and pony tails and short shorts or billowing skirts, there was a large variety to look upon. Dennis knew that many of the women were somewhat trashy and would be awful to have a conversation with, but that didn’t keep him from enjoying peaks at their tits or, if there was a lucky enough breeze, to see a bare ass in a pink thong.

His girlfriend, Susan, on the other hand decided to wear an old concert t-shirt and some loose fitting jeans. They had been dating on and off for a long while, but finally decided to consider each other seriously about two months before. They moved in together and started looking at life as a couple rather than two singles who happened to be doing similar things. Dennis naturally expected her attitude to change somewhat, but the dramatic shift in character was much more than he anticipated. She rarely dressed up any more and their sex life had dwindled rapidly. Prior to their cohabitation, he’d been staying at her apartment most nights, fucking like rabbits until the late hours of the night. Then they’d just pick up where they left off the following morning. She’d come to bed wearing nothing but a pink nighty, grab his hand and move it to her ass as her other hand took a firm grip of his hardening cock.

Nowadays, she would either be in bed by the time he came to the bedroom, or she’d quickly dart into the closet to change into some dull, granny panties. Then she’d hop into bed with a quick peck on the cheek and be asleep before Dennis could plug his phone in. She still made the effort some nights, and Dennis supposed that this is what a day to day life was like. It felt comfortable to him, and he didn’t really mind if he thought about it. Still, something under his skin, just behind a thought, nagged at him.

“How much longer do we have to stay?” whined Susan. “It’s hot and sticky and these people are just gross.”

Dennis tried to remain upbeat, “Come on, we haven’t even been on a ride yet. Look you wanted cotton candy a few days ago, they have entire shops of cotton candy. I think you can buy a barrel’s worth. Literally like a big plastic barrel.”

“I’m not going on those rides,” she said flatly. “Look at the Ferris wheel, it’s held together by like duct tape and gum.”

“Oh, come on, Sue it’ll be fun!”

Susan pursed her lips and scowled, “What have we talked about? My name is Susan, not Sue. I don’t like nicknames.”

Dennis could only shrug as they continued to stroll through the brightly lit paths. “Ok, fine, we can go.”

She smiled, smugly, “Best news I’ve heard all night. I think if we turn the corner here it’ll sort of head us towards the entrance without having to push back through the wads of people.”

Susan grabbed his hand and pulled him off the path, behind a tent. The bones of the carnival appeared before them. Unsightly trailers and bins of trash beside crates of stuffed animals and whirring machines creating food for the masses. Still, it formed a path, likely for service vehicles, and it was oddly vacant.

A prickling feeling crept over them as they walked. The air grew a bit cooler and the sound of the crowds was quieted as if they had stepped behind an unseen barrier. Orange glowing lights still spilled into the sky from the lanes on the other side of the wall of booths, but their new path was cloaked in a deep shadow of summer night. They passed the multicolored booths quickly, both suddenly sure that they were not supposed to be in the back lane. Each booth had a small door, obviously as an entry and exit for the workers. Other than the door, the backs of the booths were solid wood and metal. They were placed close enough to one another that this wall was uninterrupted except for slight cracks, no bigger than an inch.

The sudden gap in this austere wall surprised them. It was occupied not by a booth, but by a billowing tent. It stretched up higher than the booths on either side. The tent itself had stars and moons embroidered on the cloth. They shimmered slightly as the lights of the Ferris wheel moved through the night sky. The folds of fabric were slightly parted beneath a shoddy sign that read, “Games of Fortune – Change your Fate!”

“Ohhhh, this looks awesome!” Dennis said in a low whisper. “Susan, come on, we have to do at least one carnival thing.”

“Dennis, look at that place. It’s clearly a scam of some kind. And I don’t like being back here. Why is the opening on this side?”

“Of course it’s a scam! Everything here is a scam,” he said, exasperated. “Maybe they just set it up backwards and haven’t turned it around yet for some reason. Or maybe the other side is all mystical and they like sending people around here for added mystique. Come on.”

She firmly planted her feet and crossed her arms. “No, I’m not going to some silly fortune teller.”

“Fine, then you can wait out here,” Dennis growled and disappeared inside of the tent.

Susan boiled with anger. How dare he leave her out here to wait. The odd prickling feeling crept over her again and she looked up and down the alley. It was empty and quiet. The crowd was even less audible than before and the wind was slow and rhythmic, like the breath of some giant beast. She let out a huff of disgust and followed her boyfriend into the tent.

***

She collided into the back of Dennis immediately. He’d barely stepped two feet inside before stopping. “Whoa, watch it,” he let out in a harsh whisper. They were standing in front of a strange altar. On a table, a crystal ball had been placed, but it was not like anything they had seen before. Inside they could see the moving shapes and figures of people, as if from a bird’s eye, swooping in closer to reveal their faces, but mostly staying in the sky to peer down at the variety of humans.. Both of them were curious as to how it looked so real, but the grinning mask on the wall distracted them. It was a pallid green and made of some type of wood. The mouth stretched into a grotesque smile and the eyes were covered by a white porcelain, painted to show blue irises. Neither would have been shocked to see the visage blink at them, for they both felt that it was looking at them as much as they were looking at it.

The intent of the mask, though, was fairly clear. It looked down at an old top hat just behind the crystal ball. On the edge of the hat, someone had used a clothespin to attach a bit of cardboard that said “$3 to enter.” Dennis rifled through his pockets and produced two dollar bills and four quarters. He dropped them into the hat and they heard a loud click followed by whirring gears as the curtains around the altar shifted to reveal a room.

The room was small and lit by candles. It was empty except for two wooden stools, a table, and then a large wooden chair. Beside the chair stood a man. He was tall and imposing. Dennis thought it might be a trick, like the room was inclined and they stood at the low end. Nevertheless, the man seemed to be seven and a half feet from toe to tip. Long spindly hands were clasped together in front of him, looking neat and tidy in accordance with the rest of his appearance. He was dressed in a black suit that fit his thin frame with some flare. The only hint of color was a red ascot artfully trussed around his neck. Wispy grey hair topped his head and beetle black eyes watched his guests keenly as they entered. The man bowed low to them while not breaking eye contact, leading to an unsettling craning of the neck.

“I am Thaddeus, the Fortune Reader, the Fate Changer, The Gambler, The Rogue, and The Sorcerer. Welcome, please have a seat.”

Susan rolled her eyes as she plopped down on one stool, but Dennis was wide eyed and awestruck as he took his own seat. Dennis scooted closer to the table as Thaddeus swept into his own chair. The man moved with quick but graceful bursts of speed, as if he never wanted to be seen in motion but only as a static version of himself.

“Allow me to save you the trouble of introductions,” Thaddeus said in a low boom. His voice was heavy and each word pointedly emphasized. “You are called Dennis and you are Susan.”

Susan scoffed, “Did you hear us arguing outside? Very clever.”

Thaddeus gave her a tight lipped smile, reminiscent of the mask in the foyer. “You may believe that if you wish. But you have come to my realm, perhaps it would be wise to believe in your eyes rather than in your own preconceived notions.”

Susan smirked and shook her head. Dennis spoke, “So, what do we do? Are you a palm reader or like a psychic?”

Thaddeus did not look away from Susan but his demeanor shifted slightly to indicate that he was pleased by Dennis’s question. “I do know these parlor tricks among many others. I can make cards vanish and reappear. I can read your thoughts and tell you your darkest secrets. I can pull rabbits out of hats and turn them into doves and let the doves lay eggs that contain the untold names of your first kisses.” His eyes flared at Susan, shimmering black in the dim light, “But you are not here for parlor tricks. You have come to play a game. To change your fortunes.”

He swept his hands across the table and as they moved away, two small sacks were left behind one in front of Dennis and another in front of Susan. Dennis picked his up and opened the small drawstring. He upturned the bag and four pieces of white bone rattled onto the table.

“These are the knuckle bones of young black guitar player I met once. He wanted to be the best so he made a deal. He became a famous man whose name will always be remembered. I get to rattle his bones.”

Dennis held one of the bones in his fingers, noting the number on each of the four sides. “Awesome…” he whispered.

Thaddeus continued, “The game is simple, but the stakes are high. Each of you throws the bones and add up your sum for three rounds. The one with the greater number ebbs the flow of fortune in their favor. The one who loses, loses a bit of themselves for the other.”

Susan grabbed the bag and started to drop the contents out on the table, “Let’s get this over with.”

Thaddeus shot his hand out and stopped her, holding her by the wrist, “This will change you. Do not throw the bones unless you are ready to accept the consequences.”

“I don’t scare easily,” Susan said, pulling away from him. But he had rattled her nerve. The old man was quicker and stronger than natural. She noticed then that the crowd outside was silent, despite only the tent keeping them apart.

“Very well,” Thaddeus nodded. “What shall you play for? Great riches? Immortality? Or something more permanent like the ideal relationship?”

Dennis was intrigued. “What do you mean?”

“Three rounds,” Thaddeus said holding up three bony fingers. “The game is worth a small shift in fate. If Susan wins, then you Dennis become a little more her ideal man. If you win, then Susan becomes a little more of your ideal woman. I will caution you once more, this should not be taken lightly.”

“Alright, come on. So we play this stupid game. He does his slight of hand stuff and tells us to be better people or something. Let’s just get on with it.”

Thaddeus sneered at her, “Very well. Shake the bag and then dump the contents on the table.”

Dennis’s mood had soured. He couldn’t understand why Susan needed to be such a downer about things. He halfheartedly shook the bag and then spilled the contents on the table. Susan did the same. He counted his quickly, eleven to Susan’s eight. They looked at Thaddeus expectantly but all the man did was hold up one finger in front of Dennis.

They gathered up the bones and rolled again. 8-6 in favor of Susan. Thaddeus raised his other hand to show a single finger in front of Susan.

Susan felt a terrible feeling of dread as she gathered up the knuckles one last time. Thaddeus was unmoving, his hands displaying the score with inhuman rigidity. Superstition, she told herself. Then cast her lot. 12-4.

“Congratulations, Dennis,” Thaddeus said in a slithering, smooth voice. “I hope you enjoy your reward to the fullest.”

The candlelight flickered only for an instant. When the darkness retreated, Thaddeus and the bones were gone. Dennis and Susan were sitting in an empty tent, the raucous noise of the crowd just inches away and the stifling summer heat filling their lungs. “Pfft, Susan I’m sorry, this was dumb. Just spent three bucks on some guy to do a vanishing trick. Let’s go home.”

Susan looked at him with big eyes and a broad smile, “Ok!”

***

They did not speak much on the drive back. The only thing that happened at all was Susan reaching over to grope at Dennis’s crotch as he drove. He’d snapped her out of it with a cry of alarm and Susan went back to blissfully staring out of the passenger window.

Hours later, after preparing for bed, he entered the bedroom to find his girlfriend sitting, still fully clothed on the edge of the bed. “Jesus, Susan,” he said somewhat alarmed. “Have you not moved in two hours?”

“I’ve been thinking,” she said in a light, airy voice. “What does it mean to be the perfect girlfriend?”

“Sweetie, is this about what the carnival guy said? He was just poking fun at us. Like you were saying, they probably have people listen to us as we discuss going in and then play off that stuff. We’d been kind of squabbling about it and so he mentioned that.”

Susan screwed up her face like she was trying to understand, “No…it’s not about Thaddeus,” she said slowly. “I want to know what it means to be the perfect girlfriend.”

Dennis sighed, “Look, I don’t really feel like having a fight tonight.”

“Oh…no, no no no!” Susan said wringing her hands. “No fighting, I just want to make you happy! Like, like…um, a good girlfriend is naked a lot right?”

Susan started stripping off her clothes. Dennis watched dumbfounded, “Susan, what the hell has gotten into you?”

“Oh! That’s something else a good girlfriend needs to do! You should screw me all the time!” She pushed her jeans and underwear down past her hips, letting them crumple to the floor. She pulled her top off and unfastened her bra, letting her tits pop into view. “Look, your cock is already getting hard! I’m doing such a better job already!”

She pushed him back on the bed as she crawled on top of him. Trailing kisses up the side of his face, she locked him into a long kiss as she started to grind her bare pussy against his cock straining through his shorts. She slid down his body and got on her knees in front of him. With a quick jerk, she pulled off his shorts and boxers, letting his aching cock spring free. “Oh! There’s my lolly!” she said with a dumb grin before taking his length into her mouth.

“Susan! Since when do you do blowjobs?! You always said you didn’t want me to cum in your mouth.”

His cock popped out of her lips with a wet splurt. “What? That doesn’t sound like me!” She batted her eyes at him while letting his wet cock rub against her cheek. “Besides cum tastes yummy. I can’t wait for you to cum in my mouth. Oh, but I’m still not a good enough girlfriend yet!”

She let go of his cock and stood up, leaving him to grunt in vain as his cock strained against the air. She looked at herself in the nearby mirror. “Look at these boobies, they’re not very big.” She frowned. “A good girlfriend would have really big boobies.” As she said the words, her skin began to ripple as her tits swelled three sizes larger.

“What the ever-loving fuck?” Dennis exclaimed, knowing he should be alarmed at the freakish body change. Despite his surprise, he felt his cock get harder as his girlfriend turned to face him with teardrop shaped DD’s swaying on her chest.

“Oh, looks like you like them,” Susan said with a smile. “These big tits will be great to rub your cum all over. And you can suck on my nipples now all you want.” She held her finger up to her lips as she pantomimed thought. “Oh! I know, big puffy lips for cock sucking.” Again as she spoke, her lips swelled up to plump pillows of wet flesh. Dennis didn’t know if she was intending it, but her hair was also turning into a platinum blonde.

“Am I a good girl now? Does my boyfriend like me?” she purred at him as she got back between his knees. Her plump new lips wrapped around his cock as she sunk his length into her mouth. Blonde locks fell around her face as she watched him wiggle in pleasure. The taste of his cock made her wet. She brought her hand up to cup his balls, pulling slightly on them as she let her tongue slither up and down his cock. Precum oozed into her mouth and she greedily licked it down like the cum thirsty girlfriend she thought she should be.

Dennis was in a warm heaven. He didn’t understand what was happening, maybe he’d been drugged at the carnival or he was dreaming. But his blonde bimbo girlfriend was expertly sucking him off and it was driving him wild. He felt pressure building up in his cock, “Oh…I’m gonna cum soon,” he murmured. Susan doubled her efforts, bobbing her head up and down with excitement. Dennis couldn’t hold back any more and he felt cum burst from the tip of his cock and splash against Susan’s throat. He felt the intensity of his orgasm ripple through his body as Susan sucked and pulled at his cock, teasing out each and every drop of cum.

Susan raised her head with one final slurp. She pushed her now shoulder length blonde hair out of her eyes as she licked her fingers and lips. One dainty hand had preserved a pearly white drop of cum, which she took to her nipples and rubbed it in slowly, her body shuddering from pleasure as she did.

Dennis watched her and felt his cock twitch. Sitting up, he took off his t-shirt and pulled her up to the bed, throwing her forward onto her hands and knees. “Oh, are you going to fuck your bimbo now, Dennis? Are you going to put your hot cock in my little bitty pussy? Come on stud, stretch my pussy with your fat dick.”

Her taunts caused his blood to pump and his cock was rock hard again in mere minutes. He slapped her ass as she spread her legs for him. Susan slipped her hand between her legs to rub her dripping wet pussy while she mewled for him. “Yeah, I’m going to fuck you, bimbo. You want to be a good girlfriend? Then you’re going to be here every day waiting for me when I get home just like this. Ass up and pussy wet.” He gripped her hips firmly and positioned her in front of him. Pushing forward he encountered no resistance as he slipped effortlessly inside of her. Her pussy walls enveloped him with heat and throbbing rhythm.

“Oh yes, fuck me, fuck your bimbo slut. I can’t wait to feel your cum inside me! Please master make me your slut, give me your cum. I want to feel it splashing around inside of me. I want to feel it drip down my thighs while I clean my juices off your cock with my tongue. Mmmmmhmmph…ungh…ungh…” she lapsed into incoherent moaning as Dennis pounded into her from behind.

The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room until Dennis’s rhythm became erratic. Susan pushed back against him as he pushed forward, bottoming out inside of her as his balls poured cum inside of her. Susan’s body quivered and writhed in orgasm as she felt his hot sperm hit her cervix. Her pussy continued to massage his cock, just as eager for his cum as her mouth. He slid out of her, letting a torrent of cum leak out from her gaping pussy.

Dennis fell over onto the bed beside her. “My god, that was amazing, Susan.”

“Susan?” she replied. “Oh that’s a dumb name. My name is Susie! I’m Susie the Bimbo! Ooooh! I had another greatest idea Big D! The best girlfriend gets her Big D more girlfriends! Don’t you want to shoot cum all over two pairs of big tits? Then you can watch me and some other girl lick each other clean!”

Dennis sighed in contentment. “That does sound like what a good girlfriend would do. Know what else? The best girlfriends take it up the ass.”

Susie bounced with excitement. “Oh I can’t wait for you to fuck my ass!”

THE END