FIC: Mating Season (NC-17)
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hpkinkfestTitle: Mating Season
Author Anonymous
Prompt Number: self-prompt
Kink Showcased: bestiality
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Lily/Prongs
Summary: Lily goes looking for James, but finds something else.
Warnings/Content Notes: animagus bestiality; first-time sex
Word Count: 1929
Author's Notes: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tamlane for discreet beta-reading services so this isn't a jumbled mess of barely-connected thoughts. I watched way too many videos of deer mating, and needless to say, this is just fantasy. I do not recommend attempting to have sex with deer, even if you can do magic.
Mating Season
Where did James go? Lily wondered, trying to decide between the left-hand and the right-hand path. She'd followed him into the Forbidden Forest because he'd been acting queer since the term started. It wouldn't do to have the Head Boy acting so secretive and sneaking off all the time. She frowned. James was left-handed, so Lily chose the left fork. She hadn't gone very far down that path when she heard a deep cry. The sound made her shiver, but instead of turning around and making her way back out of the forest, she merely proceeded more cautiously. She was a witch, wasn't she? As Head Girl, she should be able to defend herself against almost anything, and if not, then escape it.
The path narrowed to an animal trail and the cries got louder as Lily progressed down it. The trees thinned ahead, and she crept closer as silently as she could manage. She glimpsed a herd of deer through the leaves, and crouched to peek around a bush. The herd seemed to be composed mostly of does, with a lone stag which was clearly the source of those deep cries. He seemed to be trying to mount one of the does, but she was having none of it, simply walking away from him.
The stag sniffed at another doe and licked up her hind legs and under her tail for a time before he tried to mount her as well. Like the first doe, she also seemed uninterested. The stag gave another of those shiver-inducing cries, sounding frustrated. Lily lost her balance and her knee came down on a dry twig, which snapped loudly. The does all turned and fled, but the stag stayed, staring at her as she stood up and brushed herself off. "Not scared of me, hm? Go on, then," she made a shooing motion with her hands. "Off you fuck."
The stag didn't bound off into the forest, but instead raised his head to sniff the air. Lily didn't want to turn her back on him. Those antlers looked wicked sharp. She'd become so aroused watching the stag's failed attempts to mate with the does that she wasn't even sure she could concentrate enough to Apparate, or if she were far enough into the forest that Apparition was even possible. He took a few steps towards her and she backed up. He stopped and sniffed the air again. Oh my god, can he smell that I'm all worked up? she thought with mortification.
He approached her haltingly, stopping halfway to open his mouth and bellow again. Lily took another step back, but he still came on. "What's the matter?" she said in what she hoped was a soothing coo. "Would none of those nasty does let you get your end away? Picky tarts. You seem like a prime specimen of virile staghood to me."
The stag regarded her solemnly and then took another step closer—almost close enough for her to stretch out her hand and touch him. Lily wondered how he'd react if she did. Would he allow her to pet him or not? Would he attack her? She took a half step toward the stag. Instead of shying away, he closed the last little distance. She let her hand rest gently on his neck. In response, the stag pushed his nose into her crotch and inhaled deeply. Lily jumped back, startled. The stag followed her, stretching out his neck to lick at the hem of her skirt and her bare thigh below it.
Oh, damn. He can tell that I'm aroused, and I must smell proper good to him, she thought as he continued to lick her thighs. Is he really going to try to mount me like a doe? She was surprised to discover that the idea didn't disgust her. Lily wondered briefly if Petunia was right, that her magic did make her a freak of nature, but she shook the thought. Petunia was a stroppy miss who didn't even like the Beatles. She tried, once, a couple of years ago to talk to her sister about sex, because Lily had been a bit confused by the strange desires that seemed to hit her at the most inappropriate times. Suffice to say, that had been a big mistake.
Lily learned her lesson and never tried to talk about sex with Petunia or anyone else again. It didn't stop her desires, though, and she learned to masturbate very quietly, finding secluded places around the school to take care of her itches when they cropped up. She laughed to herself when practically everyone called her Ice Princess just because she didn't indulge in giggly talk about boys with the other girls. As the other students began to pair off, and break up, and pair off again in an ever-shifting dance of partners, Lily stood apart. Some of the boys were quite cruel in their comments about the more popular girls. More than once, she'd had to remind Sirius if the girl he'd just called 'a right slapper' knew that's what he thought of her, he'd not get the chance to 'slap' with her ever again. Even Professor McGonagall, when she'd explained Lily's Head Girl duties, said that the position had been awarded based partially on Lily's good example of decorum and discretion.
What made her sneer inwardly, though, was everyone's assumption that she was 'saving herself for marriage'. She hadn't a hymen to preserve any more, thanks to a spectacular broom crash in her third year. James and Sirius tried to demonstrate Parkin's Pincer, the asshats. The Cushioning Charm on her broomstick had been faulty, and her crotch had landed on the handle so hard she had to stay in the hospital wing for the rest of the weekend. Madam Pomfrey patted her hand comfortingly and told her that it wasn't her fault and that it would make things easier when she got married.
The stag pushed at her hip with his head, obviously trying to turn her. As he stomped one foot to shoo off a late-season deerfly, Lily caught her first clear sight of his erect cock. Good god, she thought, he'll rip me apart if he shoves that in me. She felt a thrill of real terror, but the sudden damp rush between her thighs had her planning how she could manage to take him without killing herself. Cautious of his antlers, she moved where he wanted her. He herded her over to a fallen tree, almost as if he understood she'd need something to brace herself on to bear his weight. She turned and placed her hands on the rough bark.
Lily's breath caught in her throat at the feel of his tongue on the back of her knee, lapping at the sweat that had gathered there. The stag worked his way up her leg slowly, reaching with his tongue to lave her inner thigh. Almost involuntarily, she shifted her feet further apart, granting him better access. She couldn't believe she was letting him do this! Then the stag reached the curve of her arse and he stretched forward to lick at her cunt through her knickers.
"Wait," she said, and he stopped as though he could understand her. For all she knew, he'd absorbed some of the magic of the forest or school grounds, and he could read her emotions. She shimmied out of her knickers and kicked them aside. Pulling her skirt up and tucking it into the back of the waistband, she resumed her position. The stag got the hint, licking her thighs, arse and cunt long enough for Lily to think she might come from that alone. She pushed her hips back and arched her back to get his tongue to hit the right spot, but he kept missing her clit.
Then he stopped altogether and she groaned in frustration before she realised he was getting ready to mount her. She pointed her wand at the back of each of her thighs and cast the strongest Cushioning Charms she could manage. She did the same for each of her buttocks. After that third year accident, she always put extra magical padding on any broom that she used, and her Cushioning Charms were among the best around. Hopefully, that would keep the stag from being able to put more than half his length in her. Even that much was probably more than was strictly safe.
He waited for her to finish. By that point, she was no longer surprised by his intelligence. She turned her head to watch him over her shoulder. He raised up on his hind legs and walked two or three mincing steps forward. His weight came down on her back as she felt his cock poking around between her thighs. He pushed her forward a bit, until he was able to get his left foreleg on the tree trunk and ease some of his weight off her.
She felt him resume his blind search with his cock and reached down with her right hand to guide him to the correct spot. Lily was so wet, he slid in easily. He thrust shallowly several times, and she felt the burn as she stretched to accommodate his girth. The slight pain felt exactly right. Of course committing this terrible act should hurt, but the knowledge that she was indulging in such a forbidden thing had her whimpering with need.
Her orgasm was so close; she was almost there. She wasn't sure how long a stag took to come, though, so she stroked her clit, her fingers slipping over her distended flesh. When she came, the pleasure was obliterating in its intensity. Lily couldn't scream, she couldn't even breathe for long moments as the hard pulses in her cunt gripped the stag's cock over and over.
He arched his back suddenly, lifting his weight off her completely as he gave one mighty thrust. Lily's Cushioning Charms held. She only felt a moment of intense pressure as he bottomed out and came like a hosepipe. Then he backed off completely, pulling out of her. She stood there panting while powerful aftershocks had her clenching almost painfully on emptiness. The stag was blowing like he'd been running for his life. She could feel his hot and heavy breaths on the bare skin of her arse.
Lily could also feel the stag's semen running out of her and down both thighs. "Well," she said shakily, turning around to lean against the tree trunk, "no need to ask if it was good for you." She cast a simple cleansing charm to take care of the excess. It would require a proper bath to get completely clean, but this would do to get her back to the castle. "At least I don't need to worry about you bragging to all your mates."
She retrieved her knickers, and shook them out, but had to wait a few minutes for her knees to stop shaking before she could put them back on. Stretching out her hand, she petted the stag's neck again. Then he finally turned and ran away. Lily made her way back to the castle more sedately, hugging close the knowledge that she'd managed to discard the last vestige of her virginity, and no one but her would know.
She forgot until she was lying in bed that night that she'd gone into the forest looking for James. It no longer seemed important as she felt the throb and ache in her cunt, and slid her hand into her knickers.
Author Anonymous
Prompt Number: self-prompt
Kink Showcased: bestiality
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Lily/Prongs
Summary: Lily goes looking for James, but finds something else.
Warnings/Content Notes: animagus bestiality; first-time sex
Word Count: 1929
Author's Notes: Thanks to
tamlane for discreet beta-reading services so this isn't a jumbled mess of barely-connected thoughts. I watched way too many videos of deer mating, and needless to say, this is just fantasy. I do not recommend attempting to have sex with deer, even if you can do magic.Where did James go? Lily wondered, trying to decide between the left-hand and the right-hand path. She'd followed him into the Forbidden Forest because he'd been acting queer since the term started. It wouldn't do to have the Head Boy acting so secretive and sneaking off all the time. She frowned. James was left-handed, so Lily chose the left fork. She hadn't gone very far down that path when she heard a deep cry. The sound made her shiver, but instead of turning around and making her way back out of the forest, she merely proceeded more cautiously. She was a witch, wasn't she? As Head Girl, she should be able to defend herself against almost anything, and if not, then escape it.
The path narrowed to an animal trail and the cries got louder as Lily progressed down it. The trees thinned ahead, and she crept closer as silently as she could manage. She glimpsed a herd of deer through the leaves, and crouched to peek around a bush. The herd seemed to be composed mostly of does, with a lone stag which was clearly the source of those deep cries. He seemed to be trying to mount one of the does, but she was having none of it, simply walking away from him.
The stag sniffed at another doe and licked up her hind legs and under her tail for a time before he tried to mount her as well. Like the first doe, she also seemed uninterested. The stag gave another of those shiver-inducing cries, sounding frustrated. Lily lost her balance and her knee came down on a dry twig, which snapped loudly. The does all turned and fled, but the stag stayed, staring at her as she stood up and brushed herself off. "Not scared of me, hm? Go on, then," she made a shooing motion with her hands. "Off you fuck."
The stag didn't bound off into the forest, but instead raised his head to sniff the air. Lily didn't want to turn her back on him. Those antlers looked wicked sharp. She'd become so aroused watching the stag's failed attempts to mate with the does that she wasn't even sure she could concentrate enough to Apparate, or if she were far enough into the forest that Apparition was even possible. He took a few steps towards her and she backed up. He stopped and sniffed the air again. Oh my god, can he smell that I'm all worked up? she thought with mortification.
He approached her haltingly, stopping halfway to open his mouth and bellow again. Lily took another step back, but he still came on. "What's the matter?" she said in what she hoped was a soothing coo. "Would none of those nasty does let you get your end away? Picky tarts. You seem like a prime specimen of virile staghood to me."
The stag regarded her solemnly and then took another step closer—almost close enough for her to stretch out her hand and touch him. Lily wondered how he'd react if she did. Would he allow her to pet him or not? Would he attack her? She took a half step toward the stag. Instead of shying away, he closed the last little distance. She let her hand rest gently on his neck. In response, the stag pushed his nose into her crotch and inhaled deeply. Lily jumped back, startled. The stag followed her, stretching out his neck to lick at the hem of her skirt and her bare thigh below it.
Oh, damn. He can tell that I'm aroused, and I must smell proper good to him, she thought as he continued to lick her thighs. Is he really going to try to mount me like a doe? She was surprised to discover that the idea didn't disgust her. Lily wondered briefly if Petunia was right, that her magic did make her a freak of nature, but she shook the thought. Petunia was a stroppy miss who didn't even like the Beatles. She tried, once, a couple of years ago to talk to her sister about sex, because Lily had been a bit confused by the strange desires that seemed to hit her at the most inappropriate times. Suffice to say, that had been a big mistake.
Lily learned her lesson and never tried to talk about sex with Petunia or anyone else again. It didn't stop her desires, though, and she learned to masturbate very quietly, finding secluded places around the school to take care of her itches when they cropped up. She laughed to herself when practically everyone called her Ice Princess just because she didn't indulge in giggly talk about boys with the other girls. As the other students began to pair off, and break up, and pair off again in an ever-shifting dance of partners, Lily stood apart. Some of the boys were quite cruel in their comments about the more popular girls. More than once, she'd had to remind Sirius if the girl he'd just called 'a right slapper' knew that's what he thought of her, he'd not get the chance to 'slap' with her ever again. Even Professor McGonagall, when she'd explained Lily's Head Girl duties, said that the position had been awarded based partially on Lily's good example of decorum and discretion.
What made her sneer inwardly, though, was everyone's assumption that she was 'saving herself for marriage'. She hadn't a hymen to preserve any more, thanks to a spectacular broom crash in her third year. James and Sirius tried to demonstrate Parkin's Pincer, the asshats. The Cushioning Charm on her broomstick had been faulty, and her crotch had landed on the handle so hard she had to stay in the hospital wing for the rest of the weekend. Madam Pomfrey patted her hand comfortingly and told her that it wasn't her fault and that it would make things easier when she got married.
The stag pushed at her hip with his head, obviously trying to turn her. As he stomped one foot to shoo off a late-season deerfly, Lily caught her first clear sight of his erect cock. Good god, she thought, he'll rip me apart if he shoves that in me. She felt a thrill of real terror, but the sudden damp rush between her thighs had her planning how she could manage to take him without killing herself. Cautious of his antlers, she moved where he wanted her. He herded her over to a fallen tree, almost as if he understood she'd need something to brace herself on to bear his weight. She turned and placed her hands on the rough bark.
Lily's breath caught in her throat at the feel of his tongue on the back of her knee, lapping at the sweat that had gathered there. The stag worked his way up her leg slowly, reaching with his tongue to lave her inner thigh. Almost involuntarily, she shifted her feet further apart, granting him better access. She couldn't believe she was letting him do this! Then the stag reached the curve of her arse and he stretched forward to lick at her cunt through her knickers.
"Wait," she said, and he stopped as though he could understand her. For all she knew, he'd absorbed some of the magic of the forest or school grounds, and he could read her emotions. She shimmied out of her knickers and kicked them aside. Pulling her skirt up and tucking it into the back of the waistband, she resumed her position. The stag got the hint, licking her thighs, arse and cunt long enough for Lily to think she might come from that alone. She pushed her hips back and arched her back to get his tongue to hit the right spot, but he kept missing her clit.
Then he stopped altogether and she groaned in frustration before she realised he was getting ready to mount her. She pointed her wand at the back of each of her thighs and cast the strongest Cushioning Charms she could manage. She did the same for each of her buttocks. After that third year accident, she always put extra magical padding on any broom that she used, and her Cushioning Charms were among the best around. Hopefully, that would keep the stag from being able to put more than half his length in her. Even that much was probably more than was strictly safe.
He waited for her to finish. By that point, she was no longer surprised by his intelligence. She turned her head to watch him over her shoulder. He raised up on his hind legs and walked two or three mincing steps forward. His weight came down on her back as she felt his cock poking around between her thighs. He pushed her forward a bit, until he was able to get his left foreleg on the tree trunk and ease some of his weight off her.
She felt him resume his blind search with his cock and reached down with her right hand to guide him to the correct spot. Lily was so wet, he slid in easily. He thrust shallowly several times, and she felt the burn as she stretched to accommodate his girth. The slight pain felt exactly right. Of course committing this terrible act should hurt, but the knowledge that she was indulging in such a forbidden thing had her whimpering with need.
Her orgasm was so close; she was almost there. She wasn't sure how long a stag took to come, though, so she stroked her clit, her fingers slipping over her distended flesh. When she came, the pleasure was obliterating in its intensity. Lily couldn't scream, she couldn't even breathe for long moments as the hard pulses in her cunt gripped the stag's cock over and over.
He arched his back suddenly, lifting his weight off her completely as he gave one mighty thrust. Lily's Cushioning Charms held. She only felt a moment of intense pressure as he bottomed out and came like a hosepipe. Then he backed off completely, pulling out of her. She stood there panting while powerful aftershocks had her clenching almost painfully on emptiness. The stag was blowing like he'd been running for his life. She could feel his hot and heavy breaths on the bare skin of her arse.
Lily could also feel the stag's semen running out of her and down both thighs. "Well," she said shakily, turning around to lean against the tree trunk, "no need to ask if it was good for you." She cast a simple cleansing charm to take care of the excess. It would require a proper bath to get completely clean, but this would do to get her back to the castle. "At least I don't need to worry about you bragging to all your mates."
She retrieved her knickers, and shook them out, but had to wait a few minutes for her knees to stop shaking before she could put them back on. Stretching out her hand, she petted the stag's neck again. Then he finally turned and ran away. Lily made her way back to the castle more sedately, hugging close the knowledge that she'd managed to discard the last vestige of her virginity, and no one but her would know.
She forgot until she was lying in bed that night that she'd gone into the forest looking for James. It no longer seemed important as she felt the throb and ache in her cunt, and slid her hand into her knickers.
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Date: 2014-05-13 07:56 pm (UTC)Wonderfully clever and naughty. Just great. :D
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Date: 2014-05-14 09:33 am (UTC)And just think, Lily did know about James and co's animagus powers in the end so...
re: Mating Season
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Date: 2014-05-15 05:46 pm (UTC)LOVED it!
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Date: 2014-06-08 10:11 am (UTC)