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You knew it was going to be a bad day from the moment you awoke. The shivers were already crawling up your skin and down your spine, goosebumps prickling your limbs and increasing your sensitivity. That’s always how it began. Living life as a percentage of a percent came with certain perks...and drawbacks. Though in your mind it was mainly the latter. You were one of the 10% of humans on Earth, almost seven hundred million people, who had been born with a little something extra in the last few decades. A subgender they called it. Another word for mutation, human evolution, the future.

There were three. Most, about 90%, were what the scientists were calling Beta. These humans had few distinguishable changes. Slightly increased senses and a greater capacity for empathy were their perks, the drawback being infertility. Nature’s way of culling the overgrown human population. You wished you had been that lucky. The next were Alphas...making up a little over 9%. Powerhouses of strength and confidence, something about Alphas drew people in. You could find most in positions of leadership or protective roles, as their easy confidence inspired the same in others. They had enhanced senses, and greater levels of instinctual behavior, making them far more passion and emotion driven than your average human.

Far from infertile, Alphas are extremely virile no matter the sex, and have been known to resist most kinds of birth control. On occasion it’s been reported that their pheromones alone are capable of rendering a female in estrus. Both sex’s genitals come equipped with a knot, like a canine, with the female version located within their vaginal cavity to prevent a male from leaving them during ejaculation. Once Alphas hit physical maturity, they go into a period of extreme lust every three months, called a Rut, where mating becomes the foremost instinct and their body releases extreme amounts of pheromones to facilitate this.

The last of the subgenders is extremely rare, with only 0.8% in recorded existence. The Omega, if anything, is the Alpha’s equal but opposing force. Equally compelling, Omega are characterised by their beauty and intelligence. Though they also inherit higher senses and more instinctive behavior, it’s tempered by logic and most find themselves having an easier time with mental pursuits. Physically, Omega are the most different. No matter what sex, their bodies are equipped with a womb and birth canal, their hips tending to be wide to facilitate child-bearing. Omega are extremely fertile and once of age, they have a similar cycle to Alphas, going through a period of Heat every three months.

And yours, unfortunately, was coming soon. You usually had to deal with a few days of pre-Heat symptoms; things like feeling chilled all the time and getting cramps or mood swings. But this Heat was late, probably due to the stress of moving to a whole new state. Derry, Maine wasn’t exactly your first choice of places to move ...but it was small enough you hopefully wouldn’t be bothered or run into any Alphas here. You had nothing against Alphas ...they were usually very nice people. It’s just that they made you feel uncomfortable ...namely your body. Omegas and Alphas had a weird mutual attraction thing going on that you didn’t really care for. You hated feeling like you had no choice but to like someone just because their body was putting out invisible sex dust that your body really liked. Fuck that.

At least you already knew there weren’t any Alphas in your new High School. That made it easier to get up from your bed and get ready for the day. You’d been there for a couple of weeks now, and finally the “new kid” syndrome seemed to be wearing off. You were somewhat popular despite your quiet nature, probably the Omega in you at work. People liked you, enjoyed being in your presence...and even the most surly of emo teens was pacified and put at ease by your calm nature. You were starting to fit in, and you really hoped this upcoming Heat and your inevitable absence from school would go unnoticed.

Sweat was already starting to gather on your skin as you biked towards the High School in your soft sleeveless sweater dress and tights, passing all kinds of folks out enjoying the crisp Fall weather. You couldn’t help but be grateful that none of your classmates knew you were here repeating your senior year. Omegas were kind of known for getting really sick right before they transitioned to full adults, and your illness had robbed you of your senior year and some change. The move to Derry gave you a fresh start, and a chance to finish your education in peace. Placing your bike on the bike rack with the others, you started moving towards the doors and prepared yourself for a looong day of classes.

The bell rang, loud and piercing like a clarion call. The signal of your salvation. You couldn’t wait to get home, honestly. This pre-Heat seemed to be coming on much faster than you’d ever experienced before, your symptoms escalating to the point of ensuring your misery for the latter half of the day. Thighs, damp beneath your tights and dress, chafed slightly as you hurried to pack up your things and rush out into the hall, joining the tide of students leaving the building. In your rush, you didn’t notice one of your new friends, Barbara, chasing after you with concern. That was until her fingers wrapped around your arm, the heat of her hand on your sensitive skin causing your whole body to jolt.

You turned your head towards her, both of you caught in the flow of students and unable to stop to have a proper conversation. Her light blue eyes looked you over curiously, her brow furrowed. “Hey, you seemed really distracted in there today. Is everything okay?” Her voice was barely audible in the din of the excited crowd, but you understood and felt your mouth go dry at her question. God, you had hoped no one had noticed your state of agitation all day. You’d thought you’d hidden it well, but apparently not.

“I...I’m fine Barb, just a little tired you know? Long week.” You attempted a smile to reassure her, but weren’t sure if you’d hit the mark. Your lower abdomen was starting to ache slightly. A sure sign agonizing cramps were on the way. So soon, you thought. Too soon. It was that perilous distraction that set everything else in motion. Someone suddenly slammed into you from behind just as you made it out of the cramped, dingy hallway and into the front courtyard of the school. You felt Barabara scrambling at your side, trying to keep you upright to no avail. The ground came up to hit you hard, your bag with your wallet and all your books going flying forward and scattering all over the flagstone. You looked up with a wince to see who had hit you with such force, only to see a trio of underclassmen.

The one in front had a mullet and was wearing a sleeveless tank top that showed off his fairly muscular arms. You shook yourself from those thoughts, quickly noticing he was going to pick up your things. Henry Bowers. You knew of him, though you didn’t really run in the same circles. Rumor had it he was a bully, and a cruel one at that, only targeting those younger than him. It was a sign of cowardice, which immediately had your body deciding he wasn’t mate material to your immense relief. However, as your friend tried to help you stand, you saw him staring at something small in his hand with a look of disbelief. Focusing your vision, you noticed it was your state ID...which had all of your information on it …name, address, and subgender.

It must have fallen out of your wallet when you fell. Your eyes locked on his face, desperately moving forward to reach for the small laminated card. It seems your movement broke his trance, as he quickly held it up out of your reach and quite loudly exclaimed, “You’re an Omega?” The word seemed to freeze everyone around you, both teachers and students. Those who hadn’t heard what Bowers had said were elbowing their fellow students, asking what was going on. Your breath came out in short gasps, your impending Heat not making it any easier to draw oxygen into your lungs as you started to panic.

“N-No..I…” You started to stutter out, attempting to do anything to deflect all this sudden attention and deny his claims. Bowers smirked, seeming to get some sort of sick satisfaction out of your floundering as he shook his head.

“Tut tut..don’t lie little ‘mega, it says right here!” he pointed to the card in his hand, still held out of your reach, though significantly lower now. “(First Name, Last Name), Age 20…Holy shit, you’re not even a teenager?” He chuckled, eyes wide as he scanned you in a way that made your insides clench in disgust. “Damn girl, you age well. I never would have known.”

You felt tears prick your eyes as you looked around for some kind of help, but all the students and staff appeared frozen in shock, unable to look away from the spectacle. There had never been an Omega in Derry before, most of the residents had never even seen one, let alone this close. You turned back to Bowers to notice that in his efforts to tease you, he’d let the ID dip low enough that you could grab it if you were quick. And you did just that, snatching it out of his hand and gathering your other belongings with great speed, taking off towards the bike rack while everyone still just watched you.

No one stopped you as you unlocked your bike and hopped on, resisting a wince as the seat pressed into the heated, sopping flesh between your thighs. You rode away as fast as you could, the tears streaming down your face as your carefully constructed new life came crashing down around you. It just wasn’t fair. You’d tried so hard ...Soon you had to stop and hop off the bike, the motions of pedaling were becoming unbearable as the seat rubbed against your core. You’d have to walk the rest of the way home. Wiping your tears, you let the cool Fall breeze blow your hair into your face, hiding the splotchy redness that had developed. As you got closer to home, you also got farther from civilization, surrounded by more trees than houses. Your new home was pretty close to the Barrens, a little ways out from town. Still only a twenty minute bike ride to and from school, but it was nice at moments like this to not really have neighbors.

During your Heat it would be a blessing, as you could leave your bedroom window open and not worry about neighbors commenting on the smell or noises that would drift out. You were startled out of your thoughts by the sound of a car approaching you from behind, causing you to move further to the side of road to let it pass. When it didn’t, you turned towards it to see one of the trio of underclassmen behind the wheel, Bowers in the passenger seat rolling the window down with a smirk. They pulled up beside you, and you increased your walking speed, determined to ignore the asshole that basically just ruined your life.

The mullet head leaned out of the window, almost close enough to grab you if he wanted to and yelled, “Hey ‘mega! You need a ride? I got a nice warm seat for you right here!” You didn’t look, but thought he might have been gesturing to his crotch.

You grit your teeth, wanting desperately to yell back at him that that wasn’t your name and not to call you that. His vulgar gesture disturbed you and you picked up your pace. This only seemed to amuse him as he continued to yell, “Aww, c’mon ‘mega! Don’t ignore us, we just wanna get a taste. I hear there’s nothing like ‘mega pussy. Sweeter than sin, ain’t that right boys?” He laughed as his goons chuckled with him. You were beyond disturbed and were nearly running now. Finally you heard something that made your heart freeze in your chest, the sound of the car pulling to the side behind you and coming to a stop. At the first sound of the doors opening you dropped your bike and started sprinting as fast as you could.

You had no idea what they really wanted, but you didn’t want to find out. Unfortunately you were slow in your pre-Heat addled state, your middle still aching horrendously. They started catching up, Henry yelling from behind you, “Stop running little ‘mega! We just want to play! Promise you’ll enjoy it!” His words only made you more desperate to get away, but your house was still at least 10 minutes in the distance, and there was no way you could outrun them. In a last bid to lose the trio you made a hard right into the woods, dodging trees and roots as you tried to take a shortcut you weren’t sure existed.

Various bushes and small branches tugged at your soft dress and cut into your skin as you ran, leaving minute scratches that wept crimson. Tears pooled in your big beautiful eyes, starting to make your vision blurry. Bowers and his gang were only yards behind you, you had to keep going. You furiously wiped your eyes, panting heavily as you rounded a tree and suddenly felt yourself free falling. You could feel the wind rushing past your face, hair streaming out behind you until suddenly you hit water, the air being knocked out of your lungs as the chill seeped into your bones. It was freezing, and you felt yourself being dragged under in some sort of current. You fought it as hard as you could, limbs numb with exhaustion, trying to break the surface for more than a moment. Trying to scream for help, though you had no hope of anyone hearing you. Your last coherent thought before the blackness took you was that you must have fallen into the river, and they’d probably never find your body.

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Deep within the cavernous, maze-like tunnels under the town of Derry, something stirred, lifting its head to sniff delicately at the air. It pivoted, trying to sift through the scents of rot, decay, and refuse to find the singular bouquet that had been teasing it all day. The tantalizing aroma had drifted through the sewers, suffusing the air with its rich perfume. It already knew the source, a human, newly arrived within its domain. 

There was something different about this one. Something interesting. The human had tickled its senses from the moment they’d crossed into its territory. It had intended to investigate, but the hunger always came first. Its pantry needed refreshing and the little curiosity could and would wait. The Eldritch knew it posed no threat to its continued comfortable existence in Derry, nothing did after all. 

But now... oh the scent was closer, so much closer, and seemed to be ripening by the minute. Prey, but also not prey. Not a food scent, no. Something else, the saccharine sweetness of it making the back of its throat tickle and itch, three balls of pure cosmic energy and light buzzing agitatedly within the physical form confining them. At the moment it appeared to be a nearly seven foot tall clown, male and humanoid enough ...with some minor adjustments. It was the Eldritch’s current favorite form.

His painted visage was lifted to the ceiling, nose to the air. The heady aroma called to the entity, causing thick, viscous drool to leak copiously from the clown’s crimson lower lip. It was easily more tantalizing than any pathetic fear-filled child. Curiosity bade the horror to move, to leave its lair and seek out the scent that was calling it. Calling him. Calling. Calling… filling him with a need the Eldritch did not understand.

He crept through the maze of concrete, following his nose, sometimes skittering across the walls to avoid the rivers of Derry’s scum. The cosmic being found himself heading towards the opening leading to the Barrens, which only made him more curious. Such a remote area for such a tasty treat to be hiding. 

He poked his head experimentally out of the sewer opening, puffs of flame red hair somehow moving untouched past dead branches and hanging ivy. In the end he didn’t need to search very far, for just beyond the opening, presented almost as a gift, was a young human. The clown ascertained it to be a female of the species, a little older than he usually liked, but ohhhh her scent! It was even stronger this close, and before he knew what he was doing, he was hovering over her collapsed form.

His overly large head cocked to the side as he studied her. She was lying in the calf-deep water of the stream, the iron tang of blood drifting in the gentle breeze coming from the many shallow cuts decorating her body. It seemed her waterlogged dress was caught on some of the rocks surrounding the entrance to his lair, the fabric rucked up almost to her breasts, leaving her legging clad lower body exposed to the slowly darkening sky and keeping her from floating farther downstream. This was the source? This insignificant little thing was producing the most mouthwatering aroma he had ever had the pleasure of inhaling, and for all his infinite knowledge.... he had no idea why.

The girl was alive, her heartbeat steady though sluggish from the cold and her state of unconsciousness. The horrid sound of her labored breathing tugged at something within the clown, causing the entity to furrow his carved brow. Leaning closer, he took a deep inhale, filling lungs he didn’t need with the essence of her. Yesssss... This small, fragile female was the source, despite appearances, calling even now to instincts he had never given much thought before. 

So strange that he didn’t feel the urge to consume her, to strip flesh from bone, no matter that she was unconscious and easy prey. Just to be sure, his golden eyes went to a small gash on her tender looking stomach. Perhaps a little experiment was in order. The clown crouched over her prostrate form, mouth opening wide to let a too long tongue unfurl and lap roughly at the blood barely seeping from the tiny wound. Her scent was almost overwhelmingly intense this close, her blood like chocolate on his palate. But still... that urge to rend and tear and gorge was absent, something else taking its place, painfully heating the Eldritch from the inside until it manifested as a low, almost sub-vocal growl.

The things his instincts were urging him to do to the little creature were grotesque… things he had never considered before with such lesser beings. But he couldn’t simply ignore the strong, rhythmic pulsations of the Deadlights within him. The question became… what to do with the girl? Pristine white gloved hands hovered over her sprawled form, hesitating, unsure of what he wanted for the first time in a very long time. He didn’t want to eat her, and that in and of itself was strange new territory for him. It also knew that no one else could have her, ever, a surge of purely possessive instinct barreling through his empty chest. The Deadlights wanted her, for some unfathomable reason, and would suffer no other’s touch upon her. 

Finally coming to a decision, the clown wasted no more time contemplating. Wrapping the woman up in his long limbs, gripping firmly around the girl’s shoulders and knees, he lifted her from the freezing water. The entity heard her release a tiny whimper in what was most likely pain, adjusting his grip and assuming the delicate little thing was probably bruised in multiple places. No matter, he would take her to his inner sanctum where she could heal and he could have time to unravel this new delightful little mystery. She would belong to him until his curiosity was sated, and then... she would die.

Pain. It was everywhere, and frightening in its intensity. That was the first thing you noticed upon swimming up from the comforting blackness and back to consciousness with a barely audible groan. The ache permeating your body made going back to sleep seem very tempting, but your subconscious nagged at you, begging you to remember, to realize there was something you needed to do. You slowly came to your senses, memories flashing behind your closed lids. You remembered Bowers and his gang of teen thugs chasing you through the forest, your impending Heat spreading through your body at almost the same speed as your sprint towards safety. Then there was a sudden drop, the feeling of breathlessness, and cold... and then nothing. The cliff, you realize. You had run right off a goddamn cliff and fallen into the river. 

The first thing you needed to do was take stock of your body, worried something might be broken with the way you positively throbbed. The first sensation to jump out at you was that you weren’t freezing, just a little chilled, and also not soaking wet. All signs pointed to you no longer being in the water and at least some time having passed. There was something soft underneath you, cradling your body. It felt like some kind of velvety fabric. Your hands fisted into it, rubbing it between your fingers in confusion.

Luckily it seemed you had escaped the river mostly unscathed. Your throat and lungs were sore, probably from coughing up water, and you ached, but in a way that spoke of bruises and maybe a few cuts, not broken bones or internal bleeding. Surprisingly, the majority of the pain was centered in your lower abdomen. Your Heat... it was already upon you, and your sudden focus on it seemed to only intensify the cramping need within you. Your thoughts were sluggish, your body exhausted from its ordeal...and it was a damned miracle you weren’t dead.

There was also a scent in the air. Something that made the waves of desire feel less like the soft surging of the tides and more like terrible tsunamis threatening to drag you under. It was almost overpowered by the thick smell of waste, but it shined in your nose like a beacon of hope. If you were to try to describe it, it smelled like power. It reminded you of the crisp zap of ozone after a storm, the musk of leather, a hint of iron and the papery smell of old books, even bits of pine... and overlaying it all, something sweet. 

It was almost like the underlying scent was being covered up by some cheap cotton candy scented perfume. That part made you wrinkle your nose, not very partial to the unnatural smell, but the rest of it? Your heart thudded double time behind your ribs as the aroma saturated your sore, struggling lungs. It was intoxicating in the worst way, and it smacked of Alpha, though not like any Alpha you’d come into contact with before. You finally pried your eyes open, body already in search of the source of the smell.

As your vision came into focus, you could just make out a strange painted wood ceiling and warm orange light before a raspy giggle startled you, causing your head to whip around on your neck. You were in a box, a strange oblong wooden box, and in the corner was... a man? No, you thought as your vision focused...it was a clown. The largest clown you had ever seen. It stood nearly seven feet tall, its seemingly vintage costume cut in such a way as to add to the gangly effect. As your brain tried to process what the hell was going on, the clown spoke, its voice jumping up and down in pitch as crimson painted lips moved in a cracked white facade.

“Ooohoho! Look, look! It’s awake, yes it is! Fiiiinally awake! Tehehe.” The guy’s expression was a little strange, seemingly excited as he spoke with a wide smile that slowly dropped towards the end, one of his molten amber eyes drifting languidly to the side as he lapsed into unnerving stillness. 

Your body shivered at the strange tone, the hairs on your arms raising in goosebumps despite yourself. There were so many questions circling your fuzzy brain, and you managed to croak them towards the bizzarro clown who just had to be the Alpha you were smelling. “W-Who are you? And...and how did I get here?” 

This seemed to snap the guy out of his little dream-world, as he refocused on you and literally shook himself out of it, tiny bells on his costume ringing merrily. He leaned forward, bowing almost ninety degrees with his arms at his sides to answer you.

“Why, p-pardon me little thing. Tehe, I’m P-Pennywise the Daaaancing Clown. You’re down here with me, where everybody floats.” He giggled out, smiling wide. You weren’t sure if his stuttering was natural or if he was doing it to mock you, but decided against getting angry over it. Just remaining logical and lucid was taking more energy than you wanted.

Pennywise seemed to fit in perfectly against the backdrop, which you realized reminded you a bit of a box car, like the ones old trains used to ferry around. It was set up to look like a stage. In fact, upon closer inspection, the fabric underneath you seemed to be some thick velvet curtains, wadded up into a little nest. The clown must have taken them down and put them underneath you, a sweet gesture by all accounts. Especially from what seemed to be a rather powerful Alpha, this close to you during one of the strongest Heats of your life.

You wanted to ask more questions, but just as you went to speak, your body was wracked with another surge of arousal causing you to spasm and release a low hoarse whimper of need. The clown’s grin faded, buck teeth being hidden behind plump red lips as he cocked his head to the side. He seemed confused by the involuntary noise you’d made and the sudden increase in your scent from the gush of slick now soaking through your clothes, which...really made no sense. Any Alpha worth their salt, especially one as strong as this one smelled, should instinctively understand what an Omega in Heat smelled like....

Pennywise took a large step forward, closing the space between you almost unconsciously as the air thickened with your scent. This was a small, enclosed space… exactly the sort of place you didn’t want to be trapped with an unknown Alpha. The smell of ozone strengthened, causing you to squirm where you lay. You’d never been this close to an Alpha during one of your Heats. In fact, everyone including yourself had tried to keep you away from Alphas if it was anywhere near your cycle. It was just ...safer, and better for everyone.

“Sweet girl, soft girl, tasty tender thing. Little human seems to be in trouble, yes she does. And ole Pennywise can’t resist the little treat much longer.” the clown sang as it came almost unbearably close. “Why do you smell so…” Pennywise paused to take in a deep breath, eyes fluttering closed as his nostrils flared, only to snap open on a low growl, gaze burning into you. “...delicious?”

The end of his sentence was an almost feral hiss. The Alpha was obviously just as affected by you as you were by him. Part of you was mightily pleased at this, attracting such an obviously strong mate was something to take a primal sort of pride in, but you pushed it down as best you could and even more questions nagged at you for attention. Your mind was too muddled to really respond, but you weren’t deaf. You had heard him call you ‘little human’, and it along with his strange tone unnerved you. His unnatural stillness from before unnerved you. His weird eye color and costume unnerved you. Even his movements towards you, filled with the grace of a predator and yet also a small hint of wrongness, made you feel titters of unease crawl down your now sweat soaked spine.

In fact, the only thing about him even remotely comforting was the scent he produced, and even that was different. Suspect. Either this Alpha was crazy or… the other options didn’t bear thinking about. Either way you needed to get away from him, and soon, or you’d truly be lost to your Heat and risk being bred by some strange Alpha dressed up as a clown of all things.

Little bells seemed to jingle as he moved, crouching in front of you, decorating his rather unique costume at the arms and ankles. As weird as he was, his proximity forced you to breathe nothing but that glorious scent, your inner thighs dampening further in response even as your fight or flight instincts came online in a bad way. You tried to speak, to protest his closeness in some way or answer his question, but you couldn’t even get the words out. It was as if the perfume of him held you under some sort of spell, and all you wanted was for him to touch you. Take you.

You were barely holding on to your sanity, your Heat ravaged body demanding you entice this powerful Alpha, rub his scent all over yourself until you were drowning in it. It screamed in the back of your mind, slowly locking away reason and fear as you sank deeper into the raw instinct to mate. You realized suddenly that it was too late, you were out of time.

The clown giggled at your apparent struggle to speak and leaned forward, making his crouch seem all the more like the readiness before a predator’s lunge, long silk covered limbs caging your legs beneath him, “What was that, little one? Hmm? I can’t hear you.” He taunted, your brain barely registering that he was speaking at all as your womb positively ached in want. He was too close, it was too late, and you were too far gone. As if a switch was flipped inside your head, you released a soft, needy whine, arms weakly raising towards him, hoping to beckon the Alpha closer. A gush of slick further soaked your panties, and the clown growled so low as to be almost inaudible, feeling it in your bones and behind your teeth rather than hearing it.

He moved quicker than you thought possible. His hands, gloved in thin white fabric, suddenly gripped just under your knees. You could feel something slightly sharp poking at the delicate skin beneath your leggings, and looked down to see black claws sprouting from each encased fingertip, his hands so large they managed to wrap wholly around your legs. The sight should have frightened you, but the feeling had no room to bloom under the lust. Pennywise, though you were sure that wasn’t his real name, leaned down, his face directly over your throbbing center. You could see his chest expand as he took a deep inhale, suddenly baring teeth that seemed more like fangs, long and needle sharp. Your thighs parted easily with a rough motion of his arms, and the clown dipped between your legs to nuzzle at the sopping fabric there.

You trembled as your hands tentatively came down to touch his large head, fingers threading through bright red hair. “A-Alpha...please...oh god p-please.” You didn’t know what made Pennywise cease all motion, whether your touch or your words, but either way you regretted it. He’d barely given you a taste of relief and already the thought of him stopping was unbearable.

Penny on the other hand was confused, so very confused. The tempting little morsel in front of it smelled divine, the aroma wafting from between her legs like a clarion call. The entity wasn’t completely ignorant. It knew how humans propagated, as weird as the creatures were. It was important information to know after all, for the wellbeing of his stock. But he had never felt this stirring from within, never had the urge to breed, to take a mate. It was all so wickedly strange, the girl’s scent, urging the clown to mount her, claim her. 

Her fingers in his hair had given him pause, the sensation of being touched gently so very foreign to the Eater of Worlds. The Deadlights within itched to snap her hands from her dainty little wrists and snack on them in front of her as a reflex, but there were other things grabbing at its attention. It let her keep them where they were for now, more concerned with getting the sweet smelling syrup she was producing into Its ravenous mouth somehow.

Yes...that is exactly what the clown wanted. To slurp her up like candy. The entity’s tongue rolled from its mouth, the pointed tip moving deliberately to lap at the drenched fabric covering the female’s breeding receptacle. It wasn’t enough. It could only taste the barest hint of her flavor. Letting out a frustrated gurgle, he reached up suddenly, hooking his claws into the flimsy fabric covering her and dragging them down her body. The girl keened softly and squirmed as the coverings fell in ribbons to the velvet below and blood welled in the light scratches now joining the others on her skin. The pieces of cloth beneath met the same fate until she was finally bare before him, her skin almost glowing as the orange light reflected off her sweet smelling sweat.

He paused a moment to take her in fully. He’d actually never seen a naked human in person before, always eating his victims whole clothes and all, to say nothing of the fact that most were children and therefore not fully developed. This was a woman, with curves that made something within him ache and strain. Her slit was puffy, engorged with blood and flushed a deep pink, and it dripped the sweet nectar he needed. It was so small and delicate looking that a part of him ached to sink his teeth in, to destroy something so genuinely pleasing to look at, but a larger part of him pushed the thought away and urged him to devour her in a different way.

The clown moved its hands under you, your plump little behind fitting perfectly in his palms as he raised you up to his mouth. That first touch of his tongue on your aching core had your eyes closing tight. It was so good, his breath hot on your throbbing flesh. Hotter than a human’s should be. And his tongue...oh god his tongue was so long and seemed to be completely prehensile as he suddenly buried it in your cunt, no hint of foreplay or teasing whatsoever. You choked out a whimper as it wriggled within you, almost curling in on itself before withdrawing back into the Alpha’s mouth. He did this several times, thrusting the supernaturally long muscle deep into your passage and then curling and withdrawing, tasting you, like...like some kind of animal. An anteater perhaps, or maybe a hummingbird. 

Each time his tongue curled within you, it pressed agonizingly against your g-spot, causing more slick to gush into his hungry mouth. He seemed to realize this after the first few repetitions and then started actively pressing against the spongy pleasure center, almost milking you from the inside. You threw your head back, fingers clenching in the Alpha’s hair as you struggled just to breathe through the assault on your senses. The pleasure was so overwhelming, so much better than your hand or even the toys you kept hidden in your room. You were so turned on it was ridiculous, lost in a haze of ecstasy. It didn’t help that you could hear him making these pleased sounds as he gorged himself on you, these mmm *sluurp* mmmm *sluuurp* noises that were just divine, making your body burn hotter and your thighs tremble.

“A-Alpha! Aaaaah!” You were going to explode, in the best way. The clown’s face was now fully between your thighs and you could feel his open lips just brushing your skin. His nose just barely pressed against your swollen clit and you were a goner, erupting into orgasm just like that, releasing a loud cry as your walls clenched and you gushed all over his tongue. Penny seemed startled at first, but then eagerly latched his mouth over your center and sucked, prolonging the delicious waves of pleasure.

You panted for breath as you came down from your high, the clown’s tongue lapping almost gently at your folds. Oversensitive and dazed, you tried to push him away, pressing your palms against his wide forehead in the hopes of getting a small break. The high pitched snarl the Alpha released showed those hopes to be futile, but the feel of his tongue rasping against your clit was almost painful now. You whined and pushed again, not even budging him from between your thighs, when suddenly he raised his head slightly. Or at least, you thought that’s what he was doing, but upon closer inspection you saw something that would have horrified you under normal circumstances.

He….It...had slowly unhinged its jaw, much like a snake, the top part of its face raising up to show a veritable treasure trove of teeth. For a second you panicked, snatching your hands back from his forehead just as he struck, simultaneously biting down on your pelvis and shoving his tongue inside you even deeper than before. You screamed, as much from the pleasure as from the pain as the razor sharp teeth pierced your skin. You were going to have an ovular mark of teeth indentations from the start of your pubic mound all the way around to your ass where his bottom teeth were lodged.

He had apparently resented your attempts to get him away from your pussy and had latched on rather effectively. You were trapped, unable to move away or squirm for fear of tearing your skin even more. You were completely at the mercy of his mouth, his tongue plumbing your depths and wringing sharp screeches of pleasure from your sore throat. If you were overwhelmed before, it was nothing compared to now...blood welling up around the Alpha’s lips and mixing with your juices as he feasted on you like a starving man. You were almost immediately ready to cum again, the pain adding an unexpected edge to the pleasure, making it sharper and more intense.

You had no time to be afraid, or wonder what the fuck was currently taking you to heaven and hell all at once. Any fear that had been conjured was just as quickly swept away under your next orgasm. Your hands fisted in the velvet fabric beneath you as you came on his tongue once again, gushing more slick than before into his waiting maw. Choking back a sob, tears leaked from the corners of your eyes as he didn’t even give you a moment to catch your breath, his efforts seeming to double.

You looked down to try and plead with him, only for your eyes to meet his, the former luminescent amber now seeming more of a burnt orange. Just as you opened your mouth, he did something with his tongue that sent your body into an uncontrolled spasm, muscles tightening and toes curling as the coil in your lower belly tightened once again. You were left with nothing to do but pant and mewl pathetically, reduced to non-verbal noises, your chest heaving, full breasts capped with flushed pebbled nipples rising and falling in a quick rhythm.

Suddenly a low hum came from the Alpha between your legs, and you felt his tongue twist inside you, stroking over your walls just so. Once, twice, three times and you were tipping over that edge once again. The coil deep within snapping with force as you filled his mouth with your essence. The noise you made didn’t sound human to your own ears, and just as quickly as it came the tension left your body limp and spread beneath your rescuer. Luckily it seemed as if he was finally sated, as you felt the teeth withdraw from your skin with a barely there tug. Your eyes closed and your head lolled to the side, mouth feeling dry as air rushed in and out of your lungs. That was the most intense experience you’d ever had, by far.

A shudder ran up your spine as a thought drifted into your fractured consciousness. As incredible as what just happened was, it wasn’t going to be enough. Biologically it wouldn’t cut it. The relief, while intense at the moment, wouldn’t last. Before long you’d be begging for more, no matter how sensitive or sore you became. You knew what you needed for some real relief, though you had no real experience with it. In the end, the only thing that would quell the fires you could already feel rising in your gut was a knot, and to be filled to the brim with Alpha seed.

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It was too late for you to try to get home and deal with this alone. Your body felt weak, limbs lethargic. Soon enough your biology would rule your mind and there was nothing you could do to stop it, not that you truly wanted to. You used to fear this very thing, and its inevitability....haunted by your future of being claimed by an Alpha. So far the reality wasn’t living up to your horror filled expectations. This alien Alpha had already given you more pleasure than you knew it was possible to withstand. 

Your respite from the Heat would be brief it seems, body already wanting, aching for more. It was best to resign yourself to this and at least try to enjoy it to the fullest extent. For all you knew, this could be your first and last Heat with an Alpha. You hadn’t missed those teeth. Now that you were more lucid, you understood to your core that the thing in front of you wasn’t human. Not at all. Your first Alpha..a clown-being of all things. 

Well, it'd be a great story to tell the kids when they were older. The thought had a dull sense of panic rising within you, but it seemed so distant now. Kids, there could be children from this union. You didn’t have any protection, and he didn’t seem concerned with it at all. You made a note to yourself to research if Plan B worked for Omegas once this was all over. If you survived this....

Whilst you were lost in your own head, the clown remained settled between your thighs, gently licking all around your sensitive folds. It seemed to be trying to get every last bit of arousal into its mouth. It was a futile effort of course. You produced slick faster than it could possibly clean it away. In fact, Pennywise was just lapping languidly at your entrance, keeping you painfully aroused and wanting. It was becoming too much.

Hesitantly, you reached shaking hands up to thread your fingers back into its hair. When he didn’t snap at you or make any noise more threatening than a soft purr, you risked tugging slightly on the thin red strands. The clown ignored you, continuing its self-appointed task. You tugged harder until finally it looked up at you. Its eyes were still filled with that otherworldly glow, this Alpha’s gaze so raw and powerfully hungry you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped you. Still, you needed more from him, It, than this.

“Please..” you managed to plead, once again tugging gently at its hair as your chest rose and fell in time with your staggered breaths. 

The clown cocked one carved brow and finally stopped licking, its tongue almost slithering back into its mouth as you watched, your own mouth overproducing saliva at the sight. Again you tried to beg.

“Please...I need..” this seemed to spark something in its head, the clown grinning with the help of its already painted smile, cheeks so full you got the strange urge to bite them.

“What do you need child? Tell ole Pennywise what you desire, hmm?” Its voice was heavy, rasping deep in its throat as it spoke. It seemed you weren’t the only one affected by the situation, and that gave you more confidence. Whatever this Alpha was, it was affected by your pheromones just as much as you were by his.

“I need you to fuck me, knot me, please….” you asked, voice only the slightest bit unsteady as you watched it watching you. Its head cocked to the side, something about your request seemed to confuse it, but your brain was too singularly focused to care. Right now, and you couldn't believe you were thinking this, you just wanted some clown cock. Preferably within the next few minutes.

It seemed luck was in your favor, your clown quick to get over his confusion and take action. You felt another momentary bolt of terror as you realized just how ridiculously long its limbs actually were. On its hands and knees it was a good foot or more above you, and lord only knows if its junk would match the lankiness of the rest of his body. A part of you was scared it would, another, larger part was busy flooding you between your thighs at the thought.

Finally your clown, yes you were thinking of it as yours now and if it was to be your mate it really was more of a “him” than an “it”, brandished his claws. He wasn’t careful as he ripped the rest of your clothes off, and you gained a few new shallow marks along your overheated body, a choked gasp leaving your lips. You were now laid bare before him, and he took a moment to look you over. Before insecurity could set in, Pennywise rose up on his knees and started to deftly unbutton some tiny, nearly invisible buttons at his crotch.

Was he planning on fucking you in the costume? The thought irked you a bit, as your body craved skin on skin contact. Feeling bold, you reached out to place your hand over his, the size difference striking. His hands were so large they could likely enfold yours completely in his fist. 

“Could you...maybe take the costume off. I want to feel you.” You pleaded quietly. Really you had no idea if he would comply. This whole thing was so tenuous, both of you finding your footing and testing boundaries.

He paused, looking at your hand over his. The silence stretched, closing in the space around the two of you. Just as you were going to start apologizing profusely, he reached up and grabbed the fluffy collar of the costume and tugged downwards. There must have been something...supernatural about the outfit, because it came off fluidly with little fuss, sliding down the clown’s body with ease that belied any normal human fastenings. Perhaps he was just as impatient as you and simply willed it off?

You didn’t know, but decided it was ultimately unimportant as you got a look at what was underneath. Your Alpha was corded with lithe muscles much like a feline, only visible when he moved, though you had a feeling he was likely a lot stronger than his musculature would imply. There was no body hair whatsoever, no happy trail to lead your eyes below, but you didn’t need to be guided. 

Your eyes fell there naturally and dilated at the sight before darting back up. Definitely not human. Not even an approximation of human. The quick peek you’d stolen confirmed that, as well as the size you were worried about. Long, girthy and...possibly prehensile? God...thinking about it made your stomach tense, but your nether regions ache.

Once only the boots and gloves remained, he moved back between your legs and eagerly went to settle in... before your hands came to his chest to stop him. This time a rattling hiss echoed sharply off the wooden walls, sounding like a pissed rattlesnake. Definitely impatient then.

“W-Wait! Please, let me...let me turn over.” You soothed, gently stroking over his unnaturally soft skin and consciously trying to make your pheromones calming. Really you just didn’t think you could keep your sanity intact if you had to watch him enter you with…*that*. Maybe in the future.

You gathered what strength you had left and quickly flipped yourself over, instinctually falling into a presenting position, your hips lifted and face down in the velvety curtains. This felt so much better, so good, so right. A soft, contented mewl slipped from you as you braced your knees properly. Behind you there was a pleased growl, your Alpha showing appreciation for the position as well.

Hard knees slot between yours and you honestly wondered if he might be too tall in this position. His legs were so much longer than yours. It seems he came to the same realization as he wrapped his gloved hands around your hips and suddenly lifted you off the floor, claws lightly scratching at your tender belly. You yelped, squirming a bit. There was no way to get any kind of purchase, leaving you completely at his mercy, his whims. You felt something hot press to your soaked folds, rubbing and twisting strangely. It was like his cock was covering itself in your slick...probably a good idea considering the size differential.

Finally a blunted tip pressed to your opening and slid inside just an inch, as if testing the waters. You heard a strange sound behind you that caused you to look over your shoulder. The clown was hunched over you, holding your hips up with arm strength alone, and had an expression on his face you couldn’t place..awe perhaps? Or wonder? Either way you didn’t have long to contemplate it before he suddenly thrust all the way forward and you were filled to the brim, and then some.

It was too much, way too much too fast, but instead of pain your body sang beneath him. Your scream of fulfillment went unheard outside of your little nest, your walls clutching and squeezing around his girth. A low growl built up in your Alpha’s chest, so low it was something you felt rather than heard as the cock within you twitched….then rolled in a wave that was as unnatural as it was pleasurable.

You whimpered and clutched at the fabric beneath you, your hands white knuckled. The fullness was monumental, the stretch divine. This was what you had been missing. This earth shattering, sky darkening, soul moving moment. It was beyond anything you’d ever felt and as his tip pressed to the entrance of your womb, you felt your body nearly give out from the relief. An hours long itch finally scratched, at least partially.

When he finally, finally began to move it was to a chorus of your moans. Your legs stayed spread as wide as possible in your odd position, Pennywise pressing his hips to yours to go as deep as he could with every thrust. Your Alpha started out eager, hips moving in quick, erratic bursts as a wild purr filled the box car. His scent was practically overwhelming you, to the point where you could taste the ozone on your tongue, all hints of the rancid cotton candy extinguished under lightning and steel. You tried to push your hips back to encourage a more steady rhythm, but it was impossible to move in his iron grip. Your breath left you at the brutal pace, and it was all you could do to reach back and cover his hands with your own, trying to soothe him in some way.

Eventually it seemed to work, his frantic rutting slowing to a crawl, his cock pulling back halfway only to ease in again. It was slow and sloppy and so damn good. There was a texture to his member that you were totally unfamiliar with, bumps and ridges that rubbed and stroked at your walls as he seemed to savor the feeling of filling you. The formerly wild purring had also slowed to a soft churr. There was something almost comforting about it. You released his hands as the strain on your arms became unbearable, fingers finding purchase in the soft fabric beneath you.

Every push into your overheated body forced a mewl or whimper from your lips, and your Alpha seemed to like the sounds. They got even louder and more frequent when the girth inside you began to undulate, almost squirming as if trying to wriggle its way deeper. There was already a small bump showing through the skin of your soft tummy, the sight when you looked down causing an extra gush of slick to coat your Alpha’s cock.

Suddenly the hands on your hips moved, one arm wrapping around your waist and lower body, and the other coming over your chest, between your breasts and finally wrapping around your neck in a firm hold. The clown lifted you suddenly, rising to be mostly upright and supporting your full weight as the tops of your feet barely dragged on the floor. This position was something else, all higher brain functions ceasing as all you could feel was him. The fat cock stretching you to your limits, the heated skin pressed to your back, the low vibrations from the noises constantly leaving his painted lips.

God...your Alpha was so strong, not showing any signs of slowing or straining whilst still managing to pound into you with brutal force. You were going to cum again, harder and deeper than before. It came upon you like a car crash, the coil in your stomach winding so tight it was almost painful before snapping, leaving you to scream your completion to the empty wooden walls. Pennywise felt your walls contracting around him and snarled, but didn’t stop or even pause. A warm wetness dripping over your collarbone and onto your breasts distracted you for a moment, causing you to look to the side and up.

The clown was drooling on you, mouth hanging open to show rows and rows of lethally sharp teeth. From deep within his throat, a glow started to suffuse the cabin and instinctively you looked away. Something told you not to glance back again and as yet another orgasm barrelled into you, it was easier to obey instinct than to question it. This one left you shaking in your Alpha’s lap, your skin hyper-sensitive where his arms felt like bands of steel around you. His grip on your neck was rough, but didn’t hinder your breath. A good thing, since if you hadn’t been able to pant like an animal you might have passed out. It was too much, and yet still not enough. As your eyes fell to the floor, you bore witness to the bulge of his cock in your stomach come and go with every push of your Alpha’s hips. It was obscene. It was ridiculous. It was so unbelievably hot.

Your hands came down from their place on the clown’s arms to flutter uncertainly over the intermittent bump. With a small, tentative press of your fingers, the Alpha behind you let loose a gargled noise and suddenly there were hundreds of little teeth buried in the crook between your neck and shoulder, right over your scent gland. You were so high on endorphins at this point you didn’t feel any pain, only a deep sense of belonging. This Alpha owned you now. You were his, and he...well...he was yours. The mate bond snapped into place and suddenly all you could think about was finally being knotted. Your body craved your mate’s seed like nothing else, and as tears started to slowly track down your flushed cheeks, you opened your mouth and begged once more.

You kept begging, no matter how hard he pounded into you, no matter how full you already were. You kept begging him for a “knot”. He didn’t understand, had no idea what it was you wanted. The waves of white-hot pleasure were all-consuming, and just understanding you were speaking to him was difficult. His mind had never been so clouded, so full. Your scent was everywhere. Filling the cabin, his nose, and even his mouth. The place his teeth were buried was especially potent with it, and he had no intentions of letting go as his tongue laved over the sweet spot he’d found. 

Eventually though your pleas became obnoxious and he paused his tongue, but not his hips, so he could concentrate and dip into your mind, searching for what it was you needed from him so desperately. When he found it, he managed to chuckle, low and devious as he immediately began to change his form.

You screamed as you could feel, beneath the pounding rhythm of Penny’s thrusts, your hole stretching and burning as it tried to accommodate the bulbous knot suddenly growing at the base of your Alpha’s cock. “YES! Y-YES!! Please! I n-need it! Fuck!”

Pennywise groaned as movement became more and more difficult. Your body was desperately struggling to accept his new girth, which grew and grew until he could no longer pull out and was forced to make small bruisingly hard motions with his hips. He was so deep, your walls gripping him tightly and releasing in rhythmic waves meant to milk his release. He hadn’t really thought ahead when deciding to change form to give you what you wanted. You were so snug around him now it was nearly painful. The pleasure was close to unbearable as he panted into your neck, thick strings of drool dripping down your shoulder and over your chest, making your hardened nipples glisten in the orange light.

You simply went limp in your clown’s arms, impaled and overcome by the sensations bombarding your poor heat-addled brain. Drool slipped down your own chin as your mouth hung open, adding to your overall sticky wetness as the clown continued to fuck you onto his knot, your walls spasming and clutching at his thick cock as you slipped from one orgasm to another, hardly any break inbetween. Your toes were curled so tightly they ached, and the muscles in your stomach twitched as your channel gripped and released, gripped and released.

Pennywise could no longer stand your body milking him, and suddenly the pleasure he felt peaked violently. His hips stuttered, then snapped forward, burying himself as deeply inside you as he could get as he felt a rush of ecstasy leave him and flood into you. You managed one last weak cry as you were suddenly being filled with heat, your voice so wrecked it was hardly understandable as you whimpered out, “Yes, Alpha y-yes...breed me. Knock me up, fill me f-full.”

And indeed the cum was coming so hot and so fast you felt your womb ache slightly as it was filled to the brim, and then beyond. Your once flat, but soft tummy was now slightly rounded, as though you’d had a big lunch or put on a few pounds, and you couldn’t see the outline of his cock anymore. You were positively bloated with your Alpha’s seed and your body was reveling in it. It felt so good, so warm and right. You weakly nuzzled back into your new mate, exhausted at this point as your body finally calmed and you could pay attention to how overheated you were. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, Pennywise lowered you both to the little nest of curtains, laying on his side and being semi-careful not to jostle the knot within you. Reason and thought came back to you slowly, undermined by the soft churring coming from the chest behind you. It was such a soothing noise, instinctually making your eyes droop and your body relax. Sleep claimed you easily.

Bonus!:

When you woke it was to an empty nest and an even emptier feeling in your nether regions. This displeased you so much a loud whine escaped your raw throat, the sound echoing back to you in the small space. Your Alpha, your mate, had he left you? In Heat and alone? There’s no way, he...it wouldn‘t do that to you after what had just happened, would it?

Before you could get too panicked and try to move your incredibly sore body, the door at the other end of the stage car opened and your clown stepped through, instantly bringing you a wave of relief along with his particular staticky scent. Your eyes drank him in hungrily, even as you managed to rasp out, “Where were you? I-I woke up without you.”

He paused, seeming surprised to see you awake and aware, but only for a moment. He then tossed something in your naked lap. Looking down, you realized it was a box of pop-tarts of all things. What the hell? Your eyes were drawn back to him when you heard a sharp huff. Your Alpha’s nostrils were flared, and he issued a sharp command. “Eat!”

This...what? What reality was this? Your new mate, a clown-being-thing, just fucked your brains out and then brought you a box of...you grabbed the box and brought it up to eye level...s’mores flavor pop-tarts. Really, what could you do but laugh? In between soft, wheezy giggles you managed to thank your mate who was looking at you in interest, and open the box to pull out one of the foil wrapped treats. No matter how absurd your life had just become, at least your Alpha seemed to want to care for you. A fundamental instinct you were so happy to see applied to your non-human lover.

Meanwhile, Pennywise found himself crouching down and warily crawling closer to you. Your scent was mild at the moment, still laced with the intense something from earlier but it was ignorable at the moment. He couldn’t help but study you, watching your limbs move, bruised and cut. The wounds bothered him on a level he wasn’t willing to analyze at the moment, more concerned with finally scratching the itch within that had gotten him to venture out in the first place and get something for the little human to feed on.

Watching you eat gave him a deep sense of satisfaction, as well as the seed he could smell dripping slowly from you. He would have to fix that later, when he’d had a chance to process the experience he’d just had. It had been….indescribable. He had nothing with which to compare it to, and simultaneously wanted more and to never do it again. All these strange new urges and thoughts.... He shook his head violently, like a dog who’d just been drenched, which caught your attention.

You looked up from your mostly eaten pop-tart and after a moment of intense staredown, beckoned your Alpha over and into the nest where you’d settled yourself more comfortably. His body moved almost on its own, inexorably drawn to you as a soft churring purr rumbled in his chest. You eventually settled in his lap, the silken fabric of his costume feeling cool against your still heated skin. One of his long, lanky limbs wrapped around your waist and he buried his red nose into your tangled hair, taking in an impossibly deep breath. You were content to let him do as he pleased as you dug into your second pop-tart. It was important to get some calories in you just in case… There was no way to tell immediately, but there was a likelihood you were pregnant, and in that case you needed food. Lots of it. 

What would happen after this you didn’t know. But for the moment, wrapped up in your clown, your strong mate, breathing in the scent of ozone and steel….everything in the world was alright.