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Soft rain fell on the streets of Derry, New Hampshire, as Todd Lyman sat down heavily on the bus stop bench outside the town library. The bobcat rubbed at his bleary eyes, raw and red from hours of poring over microfilm. He gazed at his phone, swiping through the images he'd scanned until he heard the sound of an SUV’s tires crackling over the pavement. It was them.

Nick “Flyboy” Hensen stepped out from behind the driver's seat, waving at Todd. As always, the tubby Labrador was wearing his khaki pants, vest, white dress shirt, and matching boonie hat–as if he were going fly fishing. Hence the nickname. Behind him was Gauge Madden, the scrawny and perpetually nervous Jack Russell. The resident walking conspiracy encyclopedia let his eyes dart every which way, as if he were a Secret Service agent scanning a crowd for threats. And then, finally, she emerged. Elmira Ricks. As usual, the diminutive arctic fox wore a black shirt three sizes too large, featuring an unreadable logo for some metal band. She fired twin finger guns at Todd and winked.

“H-Hey, it's still raining!” Gauge observed, turning his muzzle to the sky. “E-El, you want me to get my umbrella for you?”

The fox rolled her eyes and smirked. “Cool your jets, man. The bus shelter is ten feet away!”

Todd sighed. As a lifelong nerd, he'd seen this scenario play out too many times. A bunch of male dorks doting over the only female in their group, just happy to talk to one who wasn't standing behind a cash register. Eternally hoping that maybe, just maybe, they'd be the one she chose. It never seemed to make Elmira uncomfortable, though. In fact, she seemed to be eternally amused by her ability to reduce the IQ points of every nerd in the room just by walking in, like a storybook succubus. While her magic wouldn't work on Todd, he still liked her a great deal. Her confidence and charisma held their group together like glue, even though Todd was the de facto leader.

They huddled beneath the canopy of the bus shelter, the rain tapping a soothing staccato rhythm above. The Northeast Paranormal Society had convened.

“Everyone get that slideshow I shared?” Todd asked, pointing at the monochrome photo on his phone screen.

“Yeah, but I was driving,” Nick shrugged. “Gauge tells me it's a bunch of fucked up stuff like fires, twenty car pileups, industrial explosions, stuff like that.”

“M-Man, it's crazier than that! The statistics are batshit bananas! This place has maybe 30,000 people in it, and the homicide rate is up there with the gnarliest cities. No real poverty or anything to explain it, either,” Gauge rasped, thumbing through graphs on his own phone. “All other forms of death are just as high. Accidents and everything.”

“Yeah, I noticed that too,” Todd said. “But look at these pictures I found today. What do you see?”

“Doom and gloom,” Nick mumbled, thumbing through Todd's slideshow. “Roasted cars, buildings, fires. If it bleeds, it leads.”

“What else?!” Todd huffed, realizing too late how confrontational he would sound.

The crew exchanged concerned glances before resuming their swiping. Elmira’s shadowed eyelids shot open as she enlarged one of the old photos.

“Is that a fucking clown?” she gasped, turning her screen to the others.

It was an article about a Thanksgiving parade tragedy, where a child had fallen off a flatbed truck float and was dragged beneath the wheels. Frantic bystanders and policemen crowded around the gruesome scene, their faces a menagerie of sadness, shock, and disgust. Only one subject stood out. Next to the cab of the truck was a tall, bulky wolf wearing a puffy ensemble with big, fuzzy novelty buttons down the front. His facial fur was bright white, with darker marks under his eyes and over his nose. The photo wasn't in color, but they gave the impression of being red.

“A clown at a parade? Is that really weird?” Nick asked, shrugging.

“Pretty fucking weird how happy he seems about a kid getting squished,” Elmira replied.

Indeed, the lupine clown's muzzle was turned up in a grin of absolute delight. The resolution of the photo wasn't the best, but the cruel sharpness of his teeth was still obvious.

“Look at another picture. Any of them,” Todd suggested.

“G-Goddamn! Check this out!”

This time, Gauge saw it first. It was a photo of the Derry Seed and Feed plant, which had exploded in the summer of 2002. A propane storage tank detonated with enough force to chuck a nearby railcar thirty yards away onto its side. Three had died instantly, with two more succumbing to burns in the hospital. Standing in a billowing cloud of black smoke was the very same wolf clown from the parade accident, which had occurred in 1984. He hadn't aged a day.

“Fuck me…” Nick murmured, showing his find.

This article was far older. “O’POSSUM GANG SLAIN IN SHERIFF SHOOTOUT!” the headline shrieked. Beneath it was a grisly photo of three teenage possums riddled with bullet holes, strung up on a rack by their ankles. Two lawmen stood on either side, looking smug. Just behind them on the street, a tall figure loomed. The fluffy clothing and facial markings were barely discernible, but unmistakable. If you squinted, perhaps, you could see a faint trace of his smile.

“The clown is in all of them,” Todd explained. “Over a hundred years and he's never changed.”

“Whatcha figure, m-man?” Gauge stammered, digging through the other photos. “A cryptid? A government experiment?”

“Dunno. But I tried asking the librarian if she knew about a weird clown, and she looked like she was about to toss me out on my ass,” Todd said. “Then I posted about it on the ‘I Love Derry’ Fuzzbook page. They banned me before I even got a single reaction.”

“Shit, man, that's c-classic Freemason stuff,” Gauge suggested. The others reflexively ignored him.

“Hey, hold up!” Elmira shouted, trotting away from the group.

A teenage otter was trudging toward the library, his backpack weighing heavily on his small shoulder by one strap. He stared at Elmira as if she were some kind of goddess, his eyes sparkling and mouth agape. Elmira showed the kid her phone, mumbling something to him. He pointed over at a nearby bridge, and then so did she–replying to something he'd said. They exchanged a few more private words before the fox stood on her toes and gave him a quick peck on the forehead, sending him reeling drunkenly on his original path toward the library. Elmira returned to the group, grinning.

“From the mouths of babes,” she said, retaking her place under the shelter. “Kids around here whisper about the clown all the time. And never in front of adults. Unless, of course, they're as naturally charming as moi.”

“I can see why. Asking about it turns them into class-A assholes,” Todd grumbled.

“That's not all,” she continued. “Word is the clown haunts the sewers. They found a kid's body next to the sewer access grate beneath that bridge over there just last month. Chewed to hell. And he wasn't the first.”

“The sewers? Shit, man, I like these shoes,” Nick groaned, lifting up his chunky Merrell clog.

“I…uh…still think it's the Freemasons!” Gauge wheezed, scratching nervously at his muzzle. “Let's just stake out their place instead! It's over by the Pizza Hut!”

—

“You guys are gonna feel like assholes when it's the F-Freemasons,” the Jack Russell grumbled as he stumbled down the steep embankment near the bridge.

“Feel free to leave,” Nick offered, leaning against the concrete base of the bridge and catching his breath. Mud and grass stains covered the knees of the dog's khaki pants.

“You couldn't drag me away,” Elmira said, scraping the bottom of her boot against a rock. “Three years of trying to listen for ghost farts in axe murderer houses, and nothing to show for it. But there's something to this!”

Todd frowned, his feline instincts screaming at him to get away from the heavy iron gate covering the sewer entrance. There was something to this, for sure. But was it anything they wanted to fuck with? The battered concrete around the gate was covered in various kinds of graffiti, but one stood out above all the others. It was one word painted in bright red, just like fresh blood.

“THAT”

“Look, guys, whatever this thing is…it's dangerous,” Nick said, running his hand over the ominous word written on the wall. “But we've got years of experience in banishing evil spirits. I mean…we haven't yet, but we know how!”

“Y-Yeah…but what if this isn't a spirit? What if it don't care about St. Michael's medallions and holy water?” Gauge asked.

“There's always this, then,” Todd sighed, pulling aside his jacket to reveal his shoulder holster. “38. Special. Six shots. More than enough to kill anything that moves.”

“Well, just watch where you point that thing, John Wayne. It's bound to be dark in there,” Elmira grunted as she yanked at the gate, sending it shrieking open on its rusty hinges. “Luckily, I came prepared.”

The vixen reached into her boot and pulled out a flashlight. Despite its small size, the beam it cast was brilliant.

Just like its owner, Todd thought.

They crept into the dank passageway as Elmira's light guided them forward. A steady, shallow stream of water flowed down the middle of the concrete corridors as the quintet advanced through them.

“Look! There!” Nick gasped.

An arrow pointed to an offshoot to the left. It was made using the same macabre red paint they'd seen at the entrance.

“Guess that's as good a guide as any,” Todd surmised. “Let's go.”

For some time, the club walked in silence. Another arrow appeared. Then another. Just as they were about to round another corner, everyone stopped mid-stride.

“Hoohahahahaha!”

Depraved laughter echoed through the chambers. A single, large red balloon floated serenely around the corner before coming to a stop.

“W-What the fuck is this?” Gauge moaned as the balloon began making its way toward them, as if led by some invisible hand pulling its silvery string.

Todd reached into his coat and palmed the grip of his gun, every hair on the back of his neck turning rigid. Gauge pulled out his cellphone and started recording video. Unsurprisingly, there were no reception bars.

“In the name of Saint Michael, I rebuke–” Nick began.

The balloon ruptured with a massive bang. Bright red liquid exploded out of it, splashing everything–especially the flashlight lens. In the dim, crimson light it cast, Todd could see something in the air where the balloon had been. It was a tiny wolf with a muzzle full of shimmering predatory teeth. On its back were two leathery wings that flapped at impossible speeds, not unlike a hummingbird. Grotesque noises sounded from them as they permitted the abomination to hover in midair, grinning a madman's grin.

BOM!

Todd's gun unleashed a deafening roar as he fired at the thing. It shrieked in dismay as it canted to the left in midair. The wounded creature began to careen from wall to wall, carving a chaotic path toward the group.

BOM!

The cat fired again, missing. Concrete powder surged out of the wall as the monster swooped away.

“El, hold the light on the fucking thing!” Todd shouted, his hands digging tight into the small weapon's grip.

“I'm trying! It's goddamn fast!” Elmira shrieked, her clouded light flicking this way and that.

BOM!

He fired again at a movement at the edge of his vision, panic robbing him of his normally sound judgement.

“S-Stop shooting! It's fucking loud!” Gauge screamed, crouching down with his hands over his floppy canine ears.

In the frantically shifting light, Todd could see the thing dive at Elmira's hand. There was a yelp of pain as the light tumbled from her hands and into the water.

“Fuck, Elmira!” Todd shouted. “Somebody grab the fucking light!”

“On it!” Nick called, dropping to his knees in the filthy water. He lifted the now mostly-clean lens to the wall, where the creature now lurked. Green blood flicked from its injured wing as it whirred to life once more. It no longer looked amused.

BOM! BOM!

Another shriek of pain, along with a splatter of green on the concrete. The injured thing swooped out of the flashlight's beam. Before Todd could begin to wonder where, he heard Gauge scream. The light of Gauge's phone screen flickered briefly as it tumbled from his hands and into the water.

“AHHHHH, J-JESUS! GET IT OFF!”

The little bastard's teeth were clamped onto the Jack Russell's ear. Ichor oozed from its damaged wing and mangled leg as it dangled like some bizarre novelty jewelry.

Todd and Nick staggered over to their ailing companion in a bewildering procession of splashing, panting, and screams. Nick grabbed the creature’s torso and squeezed, heedless of the tiny claws that dug into his hand.

“Shoot the fucker!” the Labrador barked.

Todd jammed the hot barrel of his weapon against the thing's neck and pulled the trigger. An explosion of gore blossomed, along with the smell of charred fur. The thing's body fell to the ground with a meaty thud. Its severed head munched two more times on Guage’s wounded ear before tumbling down with it. The trio watched as the carcass melted away into a black ooze, swept away by the flowing rainwater like an oil slick.

Gauge groaned, burying his muzzle in his hands. “Guys…my e-ear…how bad is it!? Did it take a piece off?”

There was a small, crescent-shaped row of puncture wounds on his ear tip that slowly dripped blood onto his polo shirt.

“Nah, you'll be fine,” Nick gasped, examining the wound with the flashlight. “Unless it's poisonous or something.”

“P-POISON!? GUYS, YOU DON'T THINK IT WAS, RIGHT!? OH GOD, I DON'T FEEL–”

“Calm down!” Todd commanded. “Fuck, why would you even tell him that? You know how he is! Give me the damn flashlight!”

Nick mouthed an apology to the cat and handed him the light before putting a comforting hand on his fellow dog's shoulder. Todd swept the beam of the flashlight around, his heart racing ever faster as it revealed the terrible truth. There were only three of them in that dark chamber.

“Elmira?! Elmira's gone!”

“Shit, are you serious!? H-Hey, El!?” Gauge wheezed, apparently forgetting his ear.

“Fuck me, Todd…look at that!” Nick gasped, pointing at a pathway branching off to the right.

The light revealed yet another bright red arrow. This one was so fresh that the paint, if indeed that's what it was, glistened and drooled down the concrete. They were being guided.

“It's a trap, I know, but…we've got to go,” Nick spoke solemnly.

Gauge nodded.

A sense of pride and love for his friends surged through them. Lesser folks would have suggested running outside for help. They wouldn't have had the fortitude to go on. But for Elmira…there's nothing they wouldn't do. Todd felt that same determination hardening his resolve. He tucked the empty revolver back into its holster.

“Let's get this bastard, guys,” Todd said, walking on trebling legs toward the crimson arrow.

—

“What the fuck?” Nick gasped as the trio peered around the corner.

There had been two more arrows and two more branching corridors that led to where they now stood. It was a huge, open chamber lit by hundreds of yellow, flickering paper lanterns. A bizarre stage featuring a red velvet curtain stood in the center. Rocks and debris hung suspended in the air from strands of silk…along with something else. Something white and fluffy. Elmira's nude, unconscious form was spread-eagled on a bed of shimmering webs. The only thing she still wore was her ankh necklace, which dangled over her sternum. Her perky breasts rose and fell gently. Gauge and Nick had no doubt pictured her reclining in their disheveled bachelor's beds in such a state. Now their fantasies were twisted by the evil that lurked in this place.

“See the stage? Whatever this thing is has gotta be behind the curtain,” Todd surmised. “But if we're gonna get her, we've gotta rush in close. Be ready for anything.”

The other two males nodded. With that, they dipped around the corner and sprinted toward the stage as fast as their unathletic legs would carry them. Long before they reached Elmira, the curtain dropped.

There he stood. The clown. His looming, grinning form was identical to the photos they had seen. Bright red triangles were painted beneath both eyes, and his nose was the same shade of crimson. It was the same shade as the paint they'd been following. His perfect lupine teeth were fully exposed by his thin, grinning lips. He wore a baggy white suit with enormous red pompom buttons down the front.

“I'm Nickelwise, the prancing clown!” the thing crowed. “Fastest feet in Derry Town!”

The clown began to dance. His arms and legs jerked back and forth as his face remained stationary. Faster and faster, the wolf was soon moving at impossible speeds. At the center of it all was his unblinking visage, staring maliciously at the intruders into his domain. All at once, the mad dance ended. His body stopped on a dime.

“Well, how was that?” Nickelwise chuckled. “Mesmerized yet?”

The males looked at each other before turning back to the clown.

“Uhh…honestly, you're trying a little too hard,” Todd suggested, scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah, it's kinda c-cringe,” Gauge added.

“Your balloon monster thing was way scarier,” Nick shrugged.

The clown's grin faltered. “Okay, fine! How about this?!”

Nickelwise snatched Elmira from the web and wrapped his massive arms around her small body, pulling her close. Her eyes fluttered open as the wolf's pale hands pressed against her breast and belly.

“Let her go, asshole!” Todd growled, drawing his gun.

“That doesn't sound like fun!” Nickelwise returned, his voice snide and mocking. “I think maybe I'll suck her soul out through her eye sockets while you tubby losers do NOTHING to stop me! That'll be a laugh!”

“Oh…shit,” Elmira moaned, her hand brushing over the wolf's abdomen. “I know this doesn't mean anything to you guys, but this guy is ripped.”

A shocked guffaw escaped Nickelwise’s muzzle as he glanced down at his captive. “I-Is this some kinda joke? It's not funny.”

Thwack!

Elmira's hand swooped down and cupped the wolf's crotch, gripping it firmly. The monstrous clown recoiled, his arms lifting away from her. Not wasting a moment, Elmira landed gingerly on her feet. She spun on her heel, stooped down, and pressed her face into the bewildered beast’s crotch. Her tail arced high over her back, revealing the pink flesh of her most intimate parts. She shifted her hips in a way that made her vulva almost seem to flutter. The males stood motionless, their jaws agape. They weren't looking at the clown.

“Fuck, your balls are huge,” Elmira groaned, sniffing and snorting against the grungy fabric of his ancient costume. “Show me your cock! I need to know what it looks like!”

“I…uh…” Nickelwise stammered, looking down at her. The bewilderment on his face faded into fury as he fully realized what she was asking. “VILE SLUT! ONE GLANCE AT MY INCONCEIVABLE PHALLUS WOULD WARP YOUR MIND FOREVER!”

“Now I just want to see it even more!” Elmira shouted, tearing open the crotch of his costume with her claws.

A column of veiny, prehensile flesh surged out from between the clown's legs. On the bulbous tip was a set of six black, unblinking eyes. From the slit at the tip emerged a serpentine tongue that flicked clear liquid onto Elmira's muzzle as it tasted the air. It wound its way toward the fox's transfixed face, preparing to strike. Todd, meanwhile, began to make his way slowly forward toward the pair. Whatever this trouser snake had planned, it wasn't going to be good. He must intervene. The other two males had only just begun to join him when they saw something that stopped them all mid-stride. Elmira darted forward and gave the underside of Nickelwise's appendage a firm lick, right on the frenulum…assuming he had one.

“Gah! Wha!?” the monster gasped, grabbing his length and yanking it away from her. “What the fuck is wrong with you!? Are you joking?”

The fox dropped to all fours, turning her slender body in a sultry fashion until her upturned rear was facing the wolf. Reaching back with her slender fingers, she spread herself open. “Look how fucking wet I am, Bozo. Does this look like a joke?” Elmira huffed. “Stick it in me. I wanna feel it.”

“El, no–!” Gauge started, before Todd clamped a hand over his muzzle. She had the clown on the back foot. They needed this.

“How is it that you think you can give me orders, insect? I'll chew your clit off!” Nickelwise roared.

“With this!” Elmira shouted, pulling the ankh medallion over her shoulder and looking back at the wolf. An arrogant grin parted her lips, revealing her own predatory teeth. “A magic amulet that subdues the will of monsters on sight!”

A choking, gargling sound emerged from the clown's throat as he glared down at her. His hand pulled away from his penis as it went rigid, descending toward her butt like a dowsing rod. The wolf lifted one enormous, red shoe and took a shaky step toward the fox.

“You can't…I came from the void…” Nickelwise grunted. “I am the progeny of a thousand-eyed traveler, twice the size of the moon!”

“Oh, I think you will!” Todd shouted, brandishing his empty gun in the clown's direction and dry-firing it. “This is a laser that prevents all rational thought on contact! Pew Pew!”

God, I hope you know what you're doing! the cat thought to himself.

“Ugh…oh…?” Nickelwise groaned, his face going slack. He walked forward a few more steps until the tip of his bizarre prick was able to squirm against the lips of Elmira's sex. Its tongue tasted her, swiping over her clitoris.

“Whatever you…ugh…were before, you're just a big, sexy wolf with a huge, weird dick,” she moaned, holding the ankh high in the air. “And the only thing you're good for is fucking.”

A yelp emerged from her muzzle as the organ slid into her sex. It squirmed and twisted inside of her, dragging its mutated form against sensitive flesh. Ooze spurted inside until it drooled out from around the embedded shaft. She turned her panting face toward her companions before discreetly beckoning them toward her with one finger.

“Join us, please!” she mouthed.

Nick was the first to make his move. He strode toward the pair, watching Elmira's face for any sign of guidance and trying to ignore the wet, saucy sounds coming from beneath her tail. Her extended finger pointed to the floor directly in front of her. At last, the dog arrived at his designated spot. The rutting couple was on the edge of the short performance stage, bringing her face almost level with his crotch. Nick watched in wonder as El gripped his zipper with her teeth and yanked it down.

How many times have I dreamed about this? Nick wondered as he dutifully fished his thick, average-length cock out of his open fly. The feeling of El breathing on it was enough to forget about the evil clown thrusting just a few feet away. Slowly, languidly, her tongue swept over the tip before planting a firm kiss on it. She took half of him inside her maw, twisting her sucking lips around his length skillfully.

“Did you…*unf*...know she's always been a slut?” Nickelwise taunted, seeming to forget to inject the appropriate amount of malice in his words. “You're not even…**erf*…the fifth dick she's sucked this year.”

Gauge gulped, and with an open, panting muzzle, he stumbled like a sleepwalker toward the stage. He glanced at Elmira's rear. Her pussy was at full capacity, and her other hole was currently getting a thumb massage from a very aroused, very large abominable wolf clown. That's a no-go. Her mouth was occupied too. As the Jack Russell looked to her for guidance, her eyes darted toward her hand. Getting the picture, Gauge sidled up to the stage and, after taking a moment to steel himself, shucked his pants down below his ass. His slender penis bobbed happily up at Elmira as she wrapped her small, warm palm around the base. She pulled off of Nick's soggy length just long enough to expertly spit on the other dog's erection. Gauge gasped as the warmth *thwacked* against his tip, and then again as she massaged the wetness onto his glans.

“God, El…You're amazing,” Nick moaned as he watched his dick vanish once more into her hungry mouth. His eyes occasionally darted over toward his friend, who was getting his meat sloppily milked just a few feet away.

“Not even the most she's done at once…” Nickelwise jeered. “But I'm definitely the biggest, you needledi–AH!”

Todd was pointing the gun at him again. “Pew Pew! The laser makes you feel compelled to shut your fucking mouth!” the cat commanded as he started forward.

“GRAWWWW! You! You dirty queer! You should thank me for getting a chance to see your friends' cocks,” Nickelwise snarled, fighting off the effects of the imaginary weapon. “You were always too scared to tell them. Too scared to tell anyone! Just think of what your daddy said!”

The clown's face distorted as he snarled at Todd. His muzzle shortened into a feline shape, and markings formed on his face fur that very much resembled the late, not-so-great Hank Lyman.

“I fucking knew I failed with you!” Nickelwise spoke with the booze-soaked voice of Todd's father. “My boy, a homo! Who did it to you? Who molested you and made you a freak!? I oughta kill ‘em! I oughta KILL YOU.”

Nick and Gauge looked up at the clown with wide eyes. Elmira looked over at her feline friend, her own gaze pleading and not a little bit frightened. The clown was fighting back. And if they allowed him to become empowered by their fear, the clown would make them into just one more disturbing byline in the local paper. They might not even make the front page. Todd looked to his friends, and then to Nickelwise–his face morphing back into a smug, grinning lupine clown as he pounded his hips against Elmira. The bobcat smiled.

“Yeah, that's right, Pagliacci. I am gay. I always have been! And yeah, I have thought about my friends a couple of times. Especially Nick! I love dad bods!” Todd declared, advancing with his gun outstretched.

“Huh,” Nick mumbled, his cheeks feeling a little warm. His penis grew slightly harder in Elmira's mouth.

“But you know what else I like? Big fucking wolves with big fucking balls. And do you know what I like to do with those balls, funny-man?” Todd continued, shucking his pants and boxers down his legs with his free hand. His fat, stubby dick bounced in front of him.

Nickelwise was stunned. He looked at the cat as if he had just grown a second head.

Elmira pulled off of Nick's penis just long enough to mouth, “Hell yeah!”. A wicked smirk parted her wet muzzle.

“I like to do this!”

Todd mustered what little feline agility he could and sprinted toward the wolf's crotch before thrusting himself onto the stage. He slid to a stop beneath the wolf and Elmira. Their conjoined sexes filled his vision, along with his prize…or rather, prizes. He reached up and grabbed the wolf's smooth, furless gray scrotum so that the gonads within pressed obscenely against the skin. Then he devoured them. Each one was granted a firm suck–just enough to sting a little. Then his lips and tongue bathed both of them in sloppy heat.

“Oh…I…ahhh! Yahhhh!” Nickelwise groaned and grunted as his jewels were munched on by a ravenous bobcat. His hips thrust faster, and his bizarre penis squirmed inside Elmira with greater urgency.

Oh, fuck yeah! You did it, you beautiful cat! Elmira celebrated internally as she sucked and stroked with renewed vigor. Feeling inspired, she let her mouth pop off of Nick and dove down onto Gauge's slim erection. A cry of surprise and ecstasy surged from his throat as he was instantly pulled to the brink by her expert ministrations on his engorged glans.

“You can't just do this to me! I'm Nickelwise, the prancing…cl–AHHH!” the monster shrieked as Todd moved to kiss and nibble on his perineum. Elmira's pussy squeezed and fluttered around him, urging the inevitable climax to burst forth as soon as possible.

Their combined efforts on the wolf were taking their toll, along with the aura of arousal and bliss surging into him from the writhing mortals.

“Oh f-fuck El, I think I'm gonna…” Gauge shrieked as his balls shrank against his body.

A powerful surge of energy burst from him as he shot a hot stream of cum into the fox's mouth. Wasting no time, she released him from her maw's grip and turned to slurp and lick on the larger dog's twitching tip.

“Cum for me, Flyboy. Cum all over my fucking face,” she grinned up at him.

“Oh Jesus, El…I…I'm sorry!” Nick choked as his head jerked back and his eyes turned to the ceiling. Her paws kneaded and stroked his steely shaft as cum roared out of its tip and onto her face.

“Oh, don't be…You're a good boy. So fucking good,” Elmira groaned, nuzzling against his balls as his tip continued frosting her head fur.

Todd knew his assignment. His hand yanked on his own cock as he relished in the feeling of being beneath a strong, powerful male. The musk of his balls…the way they felt against his tongue…the taste of Elmira on the wolf’s throbbing shaft. All of it combined into a smorgasbord of sensual delight that made his whole body sing…and his load rise.

“Oh fuck! Oh shit!” Todd groaned as he arched his back and thrust upward, sending a shot of semen splashing against the wolf's balls and his own face.

“It’s…too much!” Nickelwise screamed as his hips hammered like a horny jackrabbit. His massive hands slid over his chest, pressing into his nipples as an unfathomable orgasm ripped through him.

The panting, babbling clown looked down his body as his shaft poured thick cum into the fox's clenching pussy–which soon reached capacity. His deflating member was forced out by the volume of its own ejaculation. It writhed around, spewing ropes of white in every direction as the wolf pinwheeled his arms and tumbled backwards. Todd barely managed to leap out of the way before the monster's bulk back-splashed into the stage.

“Oh shit, guys! Look at him!” Nick shouted, pulling out his phone and recording.

Nickelwise's already baggy clothes were becoming baggier by the second as he thrashed and gargled on his back. It seemed as though his very essence was spraying out of the tip of his otherworldly appendage.

“What the fuck is wrong with you creatures!?” the dying wolf screamed as his eyeballs dropped like marbles into his melting skull. “How could you be this horny!? How could anything want to fuck me!?”

“Y-You’d be surprised,” Gauge replied, crossing his bony arms across his chest and smirking. “Or you maybe wouldn't, if you saw the stuff I favorite on e621.”

“Don't get too smug just because you got to fuck me,” Elmira spat, wiping a glob of cum from her crotch and flinging it at the clown. “As you so astutely pointed out, that doesn’t make you special.”

“Same for me,” Todd chuckled, wiping his muzzle on his sleeve. “And honestly, your balls weren't even the biggest I've seen.”

“Grawwww!” Nickelwise rasped as his body lost its form totally beneath the stained clown garments. “I am…*glorp*…eternal…I can't…be killed…”

And yet, the Northeast Paranormal Society had done just that. The creature was now beyond speech. A twitching, burbling black ooze drooled out in every direction where the wolven abomination had fallen. Nothing, not even his grotesque penis, was recognisable.

“Do you really think he was right?” Nick asked, putting down his phone. “Is he going to come back?”

“Well, if he does, we know what to do. Right, boys?” Elmira chuckled. “Now put those things away. Pretty sure those are against the club charter.”

The males looked at each other, then down at their penises, which still drooled and dripped between their thighs. In a mad scramble, they clothed themselves like firefighters woken up in the middle of the night for a call. Elmira watched, amused, before glancing over at a web-strewn corner and seeing what was left of her own clothing. Her smile faded. They were in tatters.

“Hey, El! Here!” Nick said, unbuttoning his shirt, removing it, and draping it over the small fox's shoulders. The hem hung low enough that it almost looked like a bizarre skirt.

“Thanks, big guy!” Elmira grinned up at him as she buttoned it over her slender body. “So…anybody got any clue how to get out of here? I wasn't exactly conscious on the way to this dump.”

“Well…” Gauge mused. “The power of s-sex killed the clown. Maybe if we all fuck again, it'll give us the power to escape!”

“Geez, you must be on some weapons-grade coke if that's your first thought,” Todd groaned, massaging the bridge of his muzzle. “Let's just leave the way we came and hope for the best.”

“I-It was just a suggestion,” Gauge grumbled as the group laughed and walked together away from the stage and the corpse dissolving upon it.

“So…uh…Todd?” Nick asked, his vest draped absurdly over his bare torso. “Did you mean what you said about guys with dad bods?”

Todd chuckled and clapped Nick on the back before shifting his hand a bit lower. “We'll talk about it later, big guy.”

—

Epilogue

The Northeast Paranormal Society, after some moderate confusion, found its way out of Derry’s labyrinthine sewer system.

Nick's phone video was nothing more than a garbled mass of shifting black shapes and distortion. No evidence of an anomaly was ever documented.

Elmira eventually found a boyfriend named Reece LeForge, a hunky and attractive wolf who managed the smoke shop near her apartment. They eventually married, and Elmira gradually lost contact with her friends following their move to Colorado a year later.

Todd ended up sucking Nick off several times, though he ultimately cut him off after meeting and marrying Lance Swanson, a chubby raccoon he met at an open mic night. Nick never found anyone who could suck his balls quite as well.

Gauge started a paranormal podcast that never got more than 20 listens per episode. He asked Todd on multiple drunken occasions if he'd be interested in sucking him sometime, too. Todd declined.

Derry’s mortality rate plummeted immediately following their journey underground. A sense of optimism and joy surged through the residents…a sensation that no Derry native had truly ever experienced. This golden age of peace and prosperity continued for 20 years before abruptly ending.

The clown came back.