Lulu's Carnival Part 3 - Miss Fortune's Shooting Gallery

To those not so intune with the powerful magics that coated the carnival in a thick haze, the strange events and stalls seemed normal, the people of the city and the champions of the League alike quite happy and content to indulge in the whimsical activities at their leisure. While Luxana was lead away from the Ferris wheel, dripping a mess of her own cum and drool down onto the floor below, she was greeted simply by a sigh and tutting as her friends Sarah Fortune and Nami walked (or swam in Nami’s case) past her, the buxom redhead even going so far as to chuckle.


“You’d think a girl like that would be able to handle fairground rides without making a fool of herself, don’tcha think Nami?” Sarah beamed widely, her hand wrapping around and squeezing the Marai’s shoulder before pulling her in closer to her chest, the flustered fish girl pouting slightly as she tried to squirm free while maintaining her small little wave of water below her.


“Well not everyone is as gungho as you are Sarah! I hope Lux is ok… she looked a little…”


“Oh don’t complain so much! This place is only a harmless piece of fun, she’ll be perfectly fine come the morning anyway. Now… where to go next? These games are pretty easy anyway, and the prizes are so lifelike!” Sarah smiles, holding out a small little action figure in one hand that looked suspiciously like Kayn, something that she had thought was funny when the three of them had approached the stall earlier, but after the three of them played the small dart throwing game and the Shadow Reaper had lost he seemed to disappear, no doubt to mope off in some wall somewhere and leaving them just with a little action figure of the person they defeated. Sarah would have to show it to him when they got back, she could almost swear that it sounded like him every now and again, but it was just a figure right? There was no way that could be possible…


The thought left her mind quickly as the pair of them approached the next stall along, Sarah’s eyes positively sparkling as she looked down the range to see an old fashioned shooting gallery, targets lined up along the back wall, but for some reason instead of that there was just a series of cans standing on podiums, a special sign propped up on the counter as the small yordle behind the stand beamed at the two of them.


[Special Even: Knock all of the cans off their pedestals in less than a minute and win the chance to be the grand prize!]


The wording on the sign seemed a little off, but then again if Lulu was anything to go by Yordles probably weren’t the biggest followers of grammar, Sarah smiling and tapping Nami on the shoulder as she approached confidently.


“Hey sugar, so a grand prize for all of those cans in just under a minute? I don’t suppose you’d want to double down with an all or nothing bet that I can get them all in under thirty seconds huh?” Sarah battered her eyelids, putting down double the amount of tokens required to play the game as the Maraii rolled her eyes, Sarah having done this at every stall so far, and from the stack of tickets spilling out of her far too tight pants she had yet to lose, the poor Yordle beaming and accepting happily as he pushed the tokens down into his draw.


“Oh sure Miss! You want to go double or nothing in the prize round? That’s no problem! I reckon I can set it ups just like that, but you gotta make sure you hit them targets first Missy!”


“Oh, there is no problem with that…”


With a quick motion, Sarah flipped her hat up into the air, rapidly grabbing two of the toy rifles on the bench before rapidly starting to fire, the rubber bullets slamming in to every can in turn, smashing them over one by as the sound of clattering metal rang through the air. In just over twenty seconds, the cans had been obliterated, Sarah catching her hat as it lazely made its arc back down and giving a seductive wink towards the Yordle as Nami sighed again, blowing a bubble in her mouth like bubble gum before bursting it just behind Sarah, causing her to yelp as the water splashed and the Bounty Hunter turned around in annoyance.


“Now you’re done showing off, can we grab something to eat? You may have massive fat reserves as a Mammal but some of us are used to having to catch our dinner…” Nami murmured, poking her finger into Sarah’s chest as she swatted it away and smiled.


“Fine, go get something at the food court, I’ll meet you there. I need to cash in my Prize…” Sarah exclaimed, the Pirate within her glinting in her eyes once again as Nami swam off, Sarah turning to follow the yordle backstage, eager to find out what her prize would be.


Unfortunately for Sarah, the so called “Mistake” on the sign hadn’t been a mistake at all, and as she turned the corner and headed through the door behind the back of the range she was greeted by a strange looking harness, the girl barely having the chance to laugh or make a joke about the yordle being in “a bit of a tight spot” before she felt a wave of dizziness washing over her, a strange magic emanating from the creature’s hand as she swayed and blacked out, coming too a few minutes later completely naked and hung up in the aparetus she had seen just moments earlier. She wanted to cry out, to call for help, but a gag was planted firmly in her mouth, a large rubber ball that restricted her tongue and lips as her hands and legs were spread open, her chest pushed up by leather straps that ran above and beneath it, the entire harness wrapping around her most curvaceous assets and holding her tightly in the air, the strap around her crotch seeming to dig in ever so slightly so that every single motion that she made grinded it just that little bit more, stimulating her sex and making her moan in a sensual way, the bounty hunter really regretting that deep and dark interest for kinky scenarios now as her attention turned to the surroundings outside her current bindings.


In front of her was a wall, the same wall that she had seen at the back of the shooting gallery with the targets on it, except for this time she could see that on the other side of each target there seemed to be a different sort of small mechanical device, all of them pointing directly at her restrained position with a small monitor just above being linked to a camera on the other side of the booth, allowing her to see everyone walking past or lining up to play the shooting game. To her surprise, there were three men already there, figures she recognised, all drawn in by the promise of the newest prize…


[Shooting Gallery Special Event: Hit the targets to create the ultimate prize! Every point will specially generate your own life sized replica of Miss Sarah Fortune! The one with the highest points will take her home!]


The sign had a small picture of the red haired bounty hunter underneath, the three men looking at it with a little bit of disbelief, but like everyone else here they had seen plenty of magic that they hadn’t thought possible (and would probably object too if the overall magic of the carnival wasn’t in play), and so the chance to win such a prize wasn’t so easily missed, Malcolm Graves, Tobias Fate and Gangplank lined themselves up eagerly, each one sporting rather less conventional versions of the toy weapons laid out on the benches as they each prepared for a fierce competition.


“I don’t know what your playin’ at Tobias, you ain’t never held a gun in your life. Just step this one out and let me and one arm claim this prize, hell, you might even get the leftovers if you wanna pay for a broken toy..” Graves chuckled, the card slinger simply shrugging as he looked over the rifle slowly, not seeming to take much stock in it as Graves and Gangplank polished their weapons of choice, a powerful double barrel on one side, and a well kept pistol on the other.


“Even without practice, he’d probably be able to hit targets like that better than you can Malcolm, I’m surprised you can hit anything smaller than the broad side of a barn with your quality of aim, is that why you use such a large slug?” Gangplank smirked, Graves cocking the weapon in his hands before glaring back.


“Who cares if you hit them with a cannon or pistol, the point is that they get hit…”


Without much else to say, Graves fired the first shot quickly, slamming into two targets at once, the slight difference in timing causing a chain reaction behind the scenes as Sarah could only watch on in horror. The first device whired, seeming to power up for just a second before it fired out a strange, pinkish beam towards the Bounty Hunter’s chest, Sarah letting out a strained groan as before her eyes her already large and prominent chest started to swell outwards slowly, flesh rippling and stretching as she felt her body flush with arousal, the incredible heat of being swollen making her nipples rock hard as she moaned slightly, straining as the leather straps squeezed her ever growing chest tighter. Seconds later, the second device fired, the beam bouncing off a mirror behind her before slamming into her ass, a similar process quickly following suit as her ass started to balloon upwards in size, swelling, swelling, growing with her chest and seeming to thin out the rest of her body, like a corset squeezing her waist tightly and moulding her into a clearly oversized hourglass figure, chest and ass bigger than her head as the beams slowly came to a close, leaving the tightly bound bounty hunter panting and groaning as she swang from her restraints.


“Is that the best you got? The low value targets? Just because you hit two doesn’t mean you’re going to beat someone that just straight up goes for the high scorer…”


With a second shot, Gangplank fired towards a much smaller target, the shot hitting home as another device whirred on the side, Sarah looking at it before a hose started to fire this liquid towards her, slamming into her naked body and making her grunt and gasp for air, the gag preventing her from swallowing any as the thick, sticky resin slowly stuck to her skin, a coating of latex like flesh encasing her body, sinking into her skin and becoming one with it, Sarah’s entire over sexualised frame slowly becoming shinier and more fake, blown up like some sort of big, plastic toy as she felt her hair too starting to stick, becoming a static shape of red plastic stuck atop her head. It should of been terrifying, but for some reason everywhere the resin stuck started to feel so… good? So sensitive, her new skin squeaking with her ever more restrained movements as she moaned louder and louder, finding it hard to contain her arousal as the two behind the wall started to reload.


They took it in turns, firing one shot after another as more and more devices activated on the encased, rubber toy that was previously Miss Fortune. One target activated a device that moulded the gag in her mouth, causing it to attach to her lips and open out like some kind big red ‘O’ ring, another did much the same to her sex and ass down below, creating a pair of tight, rubber holes designed to be fucked, strangely still wet and lubricated from her own inside arousal. Her eyes were soon coated in much the same sort of material as well, giving her a blank, glassy eyed look and stopping her from seeing what else was going on, her physical transformation all but complete in a couple of round as she was left trapped, horny and bound, whimpering softly in her bindings as Tobias fate finally stepped up to the mark.


“You know what they say Gentlemen, you can shoot all day at a target and try and hit it, but sometimes that one that seals the deal is just a lucky shot…”


Quickly reaching up his sleeve, the man suddenly threw a gold card with incredible force, the thin projectile flying through the air at high speed before slamming into the bullseye of the smallest target of all, the last device activating and firing straight at Miss Fortune’s head. In an instant, she felt an incredible rush of pleasure, her entire mind being melted with soft, pulsing rays as she felt her body tremble and cum, sticky juices squirting and running down her plastic thighs as she panted and groaned, unable to contain herself anymore as her mind gave in, accepting her place. She was a toy, a prize to be won, the Grand Prize, and as she had gone double or nothing, her entire form shook, her ass and tits doubling, her cunt tightening and lips puffing up even more the over sexualisation doubled before her mind popped into nothing, leaving her just a mindless sex doll to be enjoyed by her victor…


Nami returned about ten minutes later with food in hand, an extra portion floating on its own little bubble as she returned to the Shooting gallery, trying to pick up any sign of the buxom redhead or where she might of gone. Strangely enough, she noticed a flash of light just to the side, Nami floating around to find a sight she hadn’t quite expected.


There was a redhead alright, but it was naked, plastic covered with shimmering, cum covered skin and a blank looking expression, those fat lips pushed outwards in a perfect cock sucking O as Grave’s cock slammed into them again and again, fucking the empty space within the doll’s head as her large, swollen tits bounced around below him, giving his balls a soft pillow to grind up against as the other two attacked her from behind. That large ass was currently being groped and slapped by Gangplank, a loud squeaking noise filling the air as he fucked away, the creamy mess exploding from the tight hole showing it clearly wasn’t the first time it had been used, but still seemingly as tight as ever as she was plowed from the front as well, rubber cunt destroyed by the Card Player’s own monsterous cock as the three of them pounded the doll again and again, Nami looking on with confusion before shaking her head slowly and starting to look somewhere else.


“This Carnival really is strange, I could of sworn that doll looked like Sarah… oh well, maybe she went this way?” The Maraii wondered to herself, floating away and leaving the happily gangbanged pirate hunter to her fate…