#lisping

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This one shot is for @sewer-clown-hype

WARNING: VIOLENCE, MILD GORE, LISPING

My repeat jams for this were Smocking Gun by Jay Kill and I Against I by Massive Attack

@ithoughtiwasan-alien it's a Penny

Her eyes shine out into leaf smattered moon rays. She knows he is here. Can feel his presence as surely as she can feel the sway and call of her own heart beat. A sound she knows he will capitalize on.

Her breathe steams out into the night air in soft billowing puffs. Silent. But she knows he will see them. Almost wants him to see them. Is ready for the tension to snap. He’d said she could not hide.

And maybe she doesn’t even WANT to hide.

A slithering hiss rustles the undergrowth to her right. Her sharp vision pierces into the thick foliage which comprises most of the woodland around her home. She sees nothing. Crouching low, claws extending softly and needle sharp, she creeps forward, tilting her head to listen intently. She reaches a long clawed hand upward as a feathery leaf upon a branch brushes against her cheek, tickling her skin, brushing it away.

And hears dark laughter inside her own mind.

“I can see you beastie. Cant hide from me! No you can’t!” His words melt into snickers. She feels her alertness melt into ire.

“Alright, asshole. Let’s dance.” She leaps out of her cover gracefully, landing smooth and level straight, feet together, arms spread wide at her sides, palms out, claws extended.

And she sees him. But only for a moment. He’s in a very low squat, craggy branches nearly obscuring his form. His ochre eyes shine out in the darkness. The moonlight accentuates his high set cheekbones and highlights the dark lines cutting up thru his eyes. His face is skeletal in this light. Beastly. She pounces.

But he is waiting.

She glides down, stabbing her claws forward. He is expecting this, yet still doesn’t manage to jerk backwards quite fast enough to avoid a rapid slash to his cheek. His arm snaps forward, his elegant long gloved fingers wrapping around her neck, squeezing it mercilessly, before slamming her down into the damp rotten leaves on the ground. She hears raspy chuckles as he rubs her nose into the leafy detritus.

“Eat it.” He’s cackling. Her vision grows fuzzy from rage. Shove her face into the dirt???

Her arm reaches up, digging her claws into the soft tissue under his jaw, yanking down. Pressing her other hand into the damp soil she shoves her upper body up. A satisfying crunch grinds out as his nose breaks upon his own hand grasping her neck.

The snarl he rasps out tickles her finger tips, which are embedded in the floor of his mouth, her claws pinning his fluttering tongue to his palette. His fingers grasp the hair at her scalp as he stands, twisting his body to throw her away from himself. She feels her claws scrape and hook into his jawbone. Feels this break as well. Then watches the dark trees spin around her as her body twists thru the air.

With a huff she straightens her body, bloody claws reaching out to catch a thick branch, using the momentum to spin around and land softly upon her feet.

He’s already advancing upon her, a dark shape with glowing eyes. She can hear cracking wet sounds as his jaw knits itself together and his nose begins to heal. He’s pissed. His gibbering snarls croak and then change pitch, getting deeper. His body writhes to a stop before her, his face splitting into an obscene toothy grin. His chest jerks forward as his spine lengthens. His arms flop forward, his claws sliding into the soil as he leans forward and puts nearly all of his weight onto his fingertips. His eyes meet hers as, one at a time, his legs extend and lengthen with dry snapping sounds.

“Time to grow up.” Raspy demonic cackles as his lower jaw, still not completely healed, snaps forward, extending from his face obscenely as his face bubbles forward more slowly to follow suit. He’s already nearly 3 times her size. Still in a jerking, morphing four legged crouch, he extends a clawed hand, stepping towards her.

Shit. She backs away blindly, her posture defensive. Tripping over an exposed root and falling onto her back. Fuck. Scrambling to her feet. Pennywise arches his creaking back like a kitten and massive pops are heard as his spine crunches another 3 feet longer. Shitfuck. She is gonna have to either react or be bite sized.

She freezes. Waiting. A plan forming haphazardly inside her mind. Pennywise continues to bubble forward, dipping and swaying as different body parts increase in size. He’s still on all fours. As if he’s too lop sided to stand. Or simply too entertained by the expression on her face to stand and have tree branches impeding his view of it.

“C'mon junior.” Sammy brings her fists up to her chest, extending her forefingers and wagging them. Motioning him to come. “C’mon that’s a good boy.”

Foam sprays from his jagged teeth as he snarls irritably. “Beastie has a smart mouth.” His eyes are luminous above her. Her neck cranes higher as he slowly approaches, his body smooth and fully formed.

“At least one of us is smart.” She quips. He roars and leaps.

She leaps as well, her body morphing and changing much more rapidly and smoothly than his had. Warm tingles ripple down her skin as her pelt feathers out of her pores. A wonderful stretching feeling flows thru her muscles as her own body stretches and morphs to that of her wolf. And that luscious feeling one has as their back is cracked by a chiropractor. This is the only way she can describe the feeling of her own size increase. At least…… if she’d ever been to one she supposes and barks a laugh. All in a few moments as she flies up to meet him. Paw to claw. Blow for blow.

They meet midair. Clashing in a violent embrace of jingling bells and rippling fur. Metallic snapping sounds ring out as tooth and fang collide. Pennywise’s sharp buck teeth lay Sammy's gums open and the taste of blood fills her mouth. Sammy yanks her face back only to wrap her jaws around his face, biting down. The moonlight sparkles off sprays of his black blood as it floats away in large droplets. She feels sharp pains in her chest as his claws dig between her ribs then agony as a claw pierces one of her lungs. She releases his face to howl in pain.

Bushes quiver and shake as her large voice pours out. She is nearly as large as a bus now and he is even larger, so there is no clearance as branches rip and scrape her eyes, making each pained cry that much more unbearable. Pennywise does not release her. He tanks her closer still, nuzzling his torn and bloody face into the soft black fur underneath her tufted ear. “Such a big beautiful beastie.” His gasping deep snarling voice hisses before he rips her ear off with his teeth. The shredding feeling makes her howls morph into massive yelps.

Now she wraps her own forelegs around him, claws scraping at the spine on his costume as she jerks her hind legs up off the ground, bringing her hind paws up between them to press on his chest. The unexpected shift of weight and balance makes him fall forwards upon her. As his weight lands upon her she releases with her forelegs and pushes off with her hind legs. This sends him in a backwards flip away from her. His body snaps thru a small tree before his fall is broken by another larger tree. The sound of air whooshing from him brings a wicked joy to her.

He sits up, his panting broken by snarls, to lay his ochre gaze upon her. His silver suit is dirty and torn with bits of leaves and bark stuck in places.

“You dance so beautifully! Yes you do!” His bloody maw splits into an unnaturally wide smile. She can see that their teeth snapping together has knocked out one of his buck teeth. Her body rocks with beastly laughter. He looks like a damn eldritch inbred like this. Giant ass gap in the middle of his grin. She snarls with the hilarity, tossing her own blood soaked muzzle, pressing her tongue against the ridges on her pallet so that her laughter comes out as a massive “THTHTHTHTH”. A wolfine interpretation of a gap toothed lisp.

Pennywise's smile withers and dies, replaced by a look of demonic disgust. Baring his jagged teeth in a lipless snarl, blood bubbles and floats away as another tooth pops thru to replace the lost one. He lifts himself to a crouch. She knows he will spring. Her lupine muscles tense and bunch, rippling under her pelt. She is swift. She will teach this clown the meaning of speed.

And spring he does, looming forward, limbs splayed wide. She waits till the very last moment. Till he is nearly upon her. She knows he thinks she shall embrace him again. Instead she leaps forward and very low, swinging her muzzle up to rip off an orange puff from his costume, the silk from his trousers tickling the tender flesh of her nose as it clears him. Barely. He lands heavily behind her, the impact reverberating a deep sound in the ever growing clearing they were making.

Fleet of foot, she whirls, the pads on her paws soundless, and springs upon his back, the puff still clutched in her teeth. He huffs as his own face is now shoved into the mud. She leaps back and freezes. He rolls over, spluttering and spitting soil. He is not expecting her to still be directly at his feet. His eyes are closed and packed with inky dark mud. As soon as his mouth is empty, Sammy pounces on his chest, cramming the orange puff into his maw. Then springs clear of his flailing claws, leaving wolfish laughter to tickle his ears. Doing that NEVER got old.

Then she gave speed a new definition, racing her eldritch lover’s ability to set himself to rights. The wind carded thru her pelt, feeling lovely and cool on her skin. The moonlight reflecting off the foliage around her making the forest sparkle. Stopping in a meadow, she cocks her head, her nearly healed ear pricked. Listening.

And she is not disappointed. She can hear him cursing and advancing. Mocking him, she lifts her muzzle and pours her wolf song into the treetops of the barrens. Before the sound dies away, she teleports herself to her silent living room, neatly and comfortably sliding back into her fawn colored human skin as she does so.

Tossing her curls over her shoulder, she laughs, leaning against the cool surface of a wall, gazing out a window. All is silent here. All is awash in the blue grey of the moonlight.

“Gotcha.” She snickers.

Then gasps as silk gloved hands snatch her wrists and swing her body, using the momentum to throw her over the end of the couch in her living room. The arm of it digging painfully into her abdomen. She snarls as she feels his large body cover hers, his hands trapping hers. His lips brush her ear as he growls.

Alrighty then...before I answered the anon ask, I reblogged a gif set that reminded me of some naughty thoughts I had this morning while watching Doctor Strange.  So, um...shall I share them here, or just go have a good confession to my mutuals who know the workings of my secret mind (and dare I say, have occasional thoughts along the same line)?