The Queen and Laura face off

The Queen ran, with both hands clutching her boobs. She looked back and saw Laura - stark naked and running with primal anger - her generous breasts bouncing every which way - approaching fast. In a minute, she'd have closed the gap and be snapping at the Queen's heels, but there was no place to lose her in the wide open field, no place except the circus tent. With a target in sight, the Queen picked up the pace. Laura sprinted after the Queen, her heart racing as she barreled into the empty circus tent. The flickering lights overhead cast shadows that danced along the vibrant fabric of the walls, amplifying the tension in the air.

"Nowhere left to run!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the vast space.

The Queen paused by one of the towering wooden structures made for trapeze artists, glancing back with a wild grin. “It's only up from here!” She seized a sparkler from a nearby prop table, setting it alight with a scrape against the tower, and flung it toward Laura.

Laura ducked instinctively as the sparkler arced through the air, narrowly missing her shoulder and landing harmlessly on the ground beside the cannon from Susan's "Naked Torpedo" act. Laura regained her composure, and saw that the queen was climbing up the ladder, making for one of the rope swings. Laura followed suit, her eyes fixated on the Queen's exposed vulva above her. Her breath came in sharp gasps as she climbed higher, determined not to let the Queen escape again.

“Didn’t your mother teach you not to play in high places” Laura called out.

“Oh please, this isn’t my first rodeo!” The Queen laughed, reaching for a rope swing that dangled precariously above her.

Laura lunged forward just as the Queen grabbed hold of it. She hugged the Queen's stomach as the pair swung off the tower. As the two rivals swung between the towers like a naked pendulum, Laura wrapped her legs around the queen, and attempted to grab onto the Queen's shoulders and climb atop her.

The two women grappled like two titans on a cliff edge—each trying to assert their dominance over the other. They wrestled for control while swinging between platforms, until their combined weight proved too much for the swing. The rope snapped, and sent them tumbling down together in an awkward heap. They fell onto a safety trampoline set up below—a cushy landing spot that sent them bouncing into the air like ragdolls.

“Whoa!” They yelped in unison as they soared upward before crashing into something far less forgiving: Susan's giant cannon.

An instant later, they found themselves wedged inside its hollow body, wide-eyed and breathless. The Queen also found herself with a mouthful of bristly hair, and promptly gagged as she saw two olive toned legs in front of her. She also felt a sensation against her own nether regions, before hearing Laura **** slightly, no doubt having a similar revelation on what she had just got a mouthful of.

The Queen put her arms around the canon's rim, and tried to pull herself out, but Laura grabbed her legs with an iron grip. But with Laura's bare behind hanging out of the canon, the Queen began furiously spanking her in an attempt to make her relent. But no matter how shrill her yelps, Laura refused to let go. In fact, she began to retaliate by aggressively licking the Queen's-

But as the two continued fighting, they failed to notice an ominous hissing sound. The Queen's stray sparkler had lit a fuse attached to the cannon's base, and smoke began billowing from behind them as sparks of flame danced along the rope.

As the flame finally reached it's target, the cannon recoiled, and the two women were shot forth from their metallic prison like fireworks bursting into color against an evening sky.

“AAAAAAAAH!” They screamed together as they punctured through the roof of the circus tent, leaving behind two woman shaped outlines.