[Premise/Background](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/725e4v/derry_premisebackground/)
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Rain, a soft rain would be the best way to describe it. There had been a steady flow for a few hours now with thunder off in the distance. The campus grounds were soaked save for the few portions protected by overhangs. Students darted across the wet grass and concrete, as if in fear of the rain melting them into a puddle. Alison inwardly chuckled at this thought, likening the other students to a horde of Wicked Witches of the West. In contrast to the rest of them, she walked forward as if nothing was out of the ordinary. While the rest hesitated to leave their areas of protection, she entered the downpour without any hesitation, refusing to allow the weather to illicit a reaction from her. She knew that there was no point in trying to run from it, unlike the majority of the student’s here who stayed in dorms Alison had a 30 minute walk home, by the time she got off campus there wasn’t a single bit of dryness left on her.
So she trudged on, focused on nothing more than getting home. The only distraction was a small worry consisting of the damaging possibilities of the rain. Though she was soaked to the bone, her own health or comfort wasn’t a concern. A good shower and a warm blanket would be enough to provide for her, her concerns laid with the schoolwork in her back-pack. A well known trait of Alison’s was that no matter what time of year or what the weather, she always wore a hoodie. A simple dark grey hoodie, if it had any logos they had long faded out of existence from constant use. If anyone had paid attention to her departure, they would have noticed that despite the rain she was not wearing this signature item. Instead it was draped over her back-pack in a small effort to protect its contents, worrying about it would do no good so she did her best to take her mind off of it.
The hoodie served to provide protection from the cold and social interaction as well as helping her feel secure. The thin long sleeved shirt she wore underneath did little good as a substitute, especially against the cold rain. Now far away from the prying eyes of her classmates, she allowed herself to drape her arms across her chest in an effort to combat these lowered temperatures. Her long, black hair was plastered against her face as the rain continued to pour, giving no indication of slowing or quickening. The blackness of her hair was vibrant against the paleness of her skin, it encircled her face in a way that accentuated its roundness. The length of her hair was such that it draped over her chest, which despite the stereotype for Asian girls was a few sizes larger than the average girl her age, giving the hoodie yet another reason to be.
“*Alison… Alison over here… down here…*” Despite the sound of the rain, the voice seemed crystal clear. Slowly she came to a stop, an uneasy feeling closing in around her as she checked her surroundings to confirm that she was still alone. As she had thought the rain had chased everyone indoors, leaving her the lone occupant of the street.
“*Over here Alison…*” She whipped her head in the direction of the voice, observing what lay before her. It was coming from across the street, all she could see was the space between two houses, both of with had connecting wooden fences. The lawns in front of them were both freshly mowed, the lawn trimmings produced from this were now soaked in the rainwater. This lead to that oh so familiar smell that comes from a long rain, yet Alison now smelled something else mixed in with it. Like the voice, she couldn’t quite understand any specifics about it. As she pondered this irregularity her eyes drifted downward beyond the lawns, coming to rest on a gutter. Lack of light within gutters is to be expected, yet something about the darkness in this one seemed off to Alison, it was just *too* dark. Even so, as she stared into the black her eyes saw something move.
“*You found me!*” The voice calls out, the more she stares at the source and listens to it, the more she can start noticing traits of the voice. It seemed excited to have been found, though it still spoke in a low tone. If asked what her thoughts were on the voice upon first hearing it, inhuman would be her best guess. Now there were traces of femininity to it. A large part of her brain told her, no, screamed at her to run. Another part kept her frozen in place, yet it was the last that she ended up acting on. The last part was her curiosity, what could possibly be speaking to her from within a gutter?
Ever so slowly, she took a step forward towards the gutter. A giggle rang out from the gutter, causing her to hesitate even further before taking another step. Her pace never quickened, she made her way begrudgingly slow across the street. In all that time no one came outside, so she was still alone when she came to a stop.
Her breathing was unsteady as she squatted down roughly a foot away from the gutter, as she peered inside she saw… nothing. Clutched tightly in her hand was her cell phone, while normally she’d be paranoid about exposing her phone to the rain that was nowhere near the top of her concerns at the moment. The screen showed an open phone app, with the numbers 911 predialed. She reached over the the top of the screen with her finger, shaky both from the cold and uncertainty, and swiped down to activate her flashlight. She took a moment to breathe, then shined the light into the gutter.
A sharp yelp escaped the lips of the being within as it jumped back and covered its face. Then it giggled and dropped its hand, “Sorry, just wasn’t ready for something so bright.” Alison could only stare, her mouth agape. The clown stared back, its bright blue eyes that seemed yellow just moments ago were unblinking. *Clown* Alison repeated in her head, there was a clown in the gutter. “Well, hiya Alison!” A cute clown.
Alison shut her eyes and shook her head, yet the clown was still there when she opened them again, brightly smiling. “Um, hi? What uh, what are you doing down there… and how do you know my name?” The clown giggled again, her bright teeth shining in the light, “Well wouldn’t you believe it, but I was walking home and all this rain caused me to slip and fall down here! I don’t have a phone on me so I’ve been stuck down here for hours, thank goodness you came along!” Alison furrowed her eyebrows as she waited for an answer to the second part of her question, yet it never came.
“Oh.. I see. Do you want me to call someone for you? What’s your name?” Her eyes traced over the features of the clown, its painted on face seemed almost too lifelike. Its bright red lips were drawn in such a way that they met with its eyes which were partially covered by orange-red hair. Its hair was done in something akin to a pixie cut, yet Alison’s attention wasn’t held long by its face. Her gaze traveled down its neck, which showed no sign of a disconnect in makeup, to its chest. Alison wasn’t one to stare, yet despite the clown’s child friendly appearance it possessed quite the sizable chest.
“Well,” it said with a snicker, regaining Alison’s attention, “allow me to introduce myself. I’m Pennywise, the dancing clown!” As it said this it performed a little dance, smiling brightly upon finishing. “And I don’t think we need to call anyone, I just need some help climbing out is all!” A bit of pink had come into the cheeks of Alison’s face, she didn’t like the thought that the clown had noticed where her eyes had last been.
“S-sure yeah, I can help you I guess.” Its eyes seemed to shine brighter at her agreement, “Great! Just give me your hand and I’ll be right out!” Alison shivered as the rain poured around her and she stared at the clown, as she leaned in towards the gutter she noticed that despite the water rushing into the drain, the clown seemed completely dry. Well, except for the drool dripping from its mouth. *Drool* Alison questioned, stopping just as her hand entered the drain. Her eyes widened along with the clown’s smile, its eyes changing from blue to some kind of yellow as it reached for her. Alison jerked her hand out of the gutter, then turned to run. Suddenly there was a tightness on her ankle, and before she could fully stand up she was jerked back to the ground. There was no time to react, she could feel herself being pulled back towards the gutter. As she opened her mouth to scream a firm, gloved hand was placed over it before she completely disappeared into the gutter.
She braced for the inevitable impact of her body against cold concrete, and she kept bracing for that which never came. With her eyes shut tight and her mouth muffled she did her best to sense her surroundings. She felt warm, warm and… dry all over. She could still hear the sound of the rain pouring outside the gutter, yet as she shifted slightly she felt none of it on herself. Even her hair freely moved, free from heavy moisture. She felt far more comfortable than she should, almost as if she was being cradled.
“You can open your eyes Alison.” Despite the mysterious warmth surrounding her, Alison shivered at the sound of the voice. It seemed different, yet the same, yet still something else entirely. It didn’t seem louder, if anything it was softer, but somehow it seemed… bigger. Alison could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of someone’s chest against her side, slowly she proceeded to open her eyes.
She was greeted by the sight of the clown’s face, yet this seemed different somehow too. It seemed familiar somehow now, as if the structure of it had shifted just a bit. And it was bigger… too big. Alison began looking around, first confirming that she was in fact still inside the gutter as evidenced by the light shining through the opening, then she fully realized her situation. The whole clown was bigger now, if she had to guess Alison would say that the top of her head came up to its naval. The clown was sitting with its legs criss-crossed, with Alison cradled in its lap. Alison realized that the warmth she had been feeling was that of its arms wrapped around her and her head resting on its chest. “Wh-wha?”
“Shhh, shhh… it’s okay, you’re okay…” Before she could respond it leaned down towards her, clutching her firmly as its face closed in on her. Its head was quite larger than hers, therefore so were its lips, yet as they softly pressed against her own, Alison practically melted into its arms. She could feel herself leaning into the otherworldly kiss, even as the rational portions of her mind begged her to escape.
Nothing was said between them for some time, there lips simply moved and shifted together as its tongue occasionally slide across her mouth. Her heart was beating out of her chest and her legs pressed together tightly as she tried to comprehend what was happening, then she felt something on her thigh. She jumped a bit as what she realized was the clown’s hand pulled her leg to the side. The hand made its way upwards, making her tremble as it neared where no one had ever touched before, not in that way.
She felt it pulling at her belt, then her button and zipper. Her baggy jeans were pulled halfway down her thighs with ease, goosebumps breaking out as the cold air hit her flesh. The hand pressed its fingertips lightly against the hem of her underwear, tracing along her hip. It then moved over the top of her underwear, pressing softly on her clit which caused her entire body to squirm. Its arms tightened just a bit in response, enforcing the cradle. She breathed in deeply through her nose as she continued to kiss it, willingly spreading her legs as it slowly began to rub her. Whines escaped her as it unrelentingly rubbed her clit, not too soft and not too hard, just enough to drive her insane.
In minutes she could feel herself getting close, she had only ever done this on her own either in the privacy of her bedroom or bathroom, but this felt completely different. The kissing grew more intense as she grew closer, but the pace of the rubbing never broke stride. She whined and moaned, thankful she wasn’t free to say anything at the moment as she was unsure of what would come out if she could.
Then it happened, a feeling of orgasmic bliss shot through her entire body as she arched her back. It held her close as her eyes rolled back in her head and she spasmed, she rode the high for minutes before finally settling back down. She took a breath as if to say something, then a torrent of rain hit her face. She cried out and turned on her side, feeling the wet gravel press against her. Taking a moment to look around, she realized she was laying on the road outside of the gutter entrance. She also realized her pants her still halfway down her legs, prompting her to quickly jump up off the ground. She hastily fixed her pants, looking around and seeing that she was still alone.
Her lip quivered as she tried to make sense of what just happened, but she had no idea how to even begin that process. Looking down at her side she realized that her back-pack was laying on the ground, with her hoodie neatly draped over it. She took a deep breath and bent down to grab the bag. As she did she glanced back over at the gutter, only to see just a normal gutter. As she gazed into it, a realization occurred to her. The clown’s face had seemed familiar somehow, a look of horror came over her face as she realized why.
It was the same face as her mother.
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