Don't Worry, Baby (Kinkfest submission)
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hpkinkfestKink: Beastiality
One to three pairings: Hermione/any character you want
Optional supplementary prompt: Ever since Hermione accidentally used cat hair in Polyjuice Potions, she's been aroused by animals. An Animagus (your character choice, your animal choice) notices Hermione's pheromones are heightened when they are around in animal form. They decide to see if their instincts are right.
submitted by: bonsaibetz
Title: Don't Worry, Baby
Author/Artist: pretend_mulling
Pairing: Hermione/Padfoot
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bestiality, underage, Animagus bestiality
Word Count or Medium: 1,587
Summary: Polyjuice Potion isn't a substance to be trifled with, as Hermione Granger found out the hard way. When used for human-to-animal transformation, things can go wrong and not crop up for years. Enter Padfoot.
Author's Notes I kind of varied from the author's prompt, a little. I hope it's okay!
Hermione Granger prided herself on being the smartest witch of her age at Hogwarts. But one problem with being so much smarter than most people was when she made mistakes. Because she was so much more clever than the other kids, her mistakes were much bigger and more vexing than when they made similar mistakes.
Case in point, her snafu with the Polyjuice Potion in her second year. She had accidentally put a strand of cat fur in her goblet, thinking it had belonged to Millicent Bulstrode. Polyjuice Potion was never meant for animal transformations (nor, she would admit, was it supposed to be used at Hogwarts for spying on Slytherins), but at the time, she'd thought the worst of her problem was turning into a cat.
Now, at sixteen, Hermione realized that being turned into a cat from a Polyjuice Potion accident was the least of her problem.
She had first noticed the stirrings after buying Crookshanks, when she ovulated for that cycle. Hermione was used to her cycle; she had gotten her period just after starting at Hogwarts, and in that eighteen months, her cycle had been as regular as clockwork. She had read What's Happening To My Body? and knew that her feeling sexually aroused when she was ovulating was perfectly normal. But no book could have prepared her for realizing that she was aroused by her cat. Something about the way he moved, or the way he meowed at her... She couldn't say with certainty why it was happening, but it was, and the only answer her highly analytical mind could produce was that it was a side-effect of her misadventures with Polyjuicing herself into cat form.
Hermione had told herself, very firmly, that animals were Off-Limits. Completely. Carnal relations between animals and humans were illegal in the Muggle world; she couldn't imagine why it would be different in the Wizarding world.
But that had been easy, as Crookshanks never seemed to reciprocate Hermione's arousal. This summer, she was staying at Grimmauld Place, the ancestral home of Sirius Black. Who happened to be an Animagus, and who had moved back into the house to help the Order of the Phoenix and stay off the Ministry of Magic's radar.
Hermione had noticed Sirius stalking around the house as Padfoot several times since she'd arrived. She supposed that was normal; he'd told her, Ron, and Harry, on the night they'd met, that his emotions and thoughts were less complex and less acute when he was in his dog form. It was just his way of coping with a less-than-pleasant situation, she reasoned. But when he was Padfoot, Hermione found herself becoming almost unbearably aroused. And he seemed to sense it.
One night, she decided to take matters into her own hands. Once and for all, she was going to see if Padfoot -not Sirius, Padfoot- was onto her and her secret, shameful, bestial desire.
Sirius heard the door to Hermione's and Ginny's room open and shut, and heard soft footfalls heading up down the hall to his room. He turned himself into Padfoot. This, he figured, was a win-win situation: If it was Ginny coming down the hall, she wouldn't be likely to check on him, but if she did, she wouldn't pay attention to his Animagus form. If it was Hermione... Well, if it was Hermione, he'd get his answer, and possibly a little piece of action.
Normally Sirius didn't want to have sex when he was in his Animagus form, and especially not with humans. But Hermione was different. As Padfoot, he could smell her pheromones, and when Padfoot was around Hermione, he had to work hard not to start humping her right there and then. Ever since she'd arrived at Grimmauld Place, he'd felt like a perpetually horny teenager. Or, perhaps more appropriately, a dog in heat. He just wanted to mate.
In his human form, Sirius thought Hermione was pretty enough, but she was too young for him. He wouldn't have had sex with her. As Padfoot, though, nothing was out of the question. If she wanted Padfoot to fuck her, then he'd do exactly that. However she wanted.
The footsteps had paused outside his room. He could hear Hermione's nervous breaths, as though she were willing herself to open the door. His cock started to harden in its sheath. Please, he thought. Please come in and let me mate with you.
Finally, the door opened. Hermione stepped in. Padfoot could smell her arousal from clear across the room. He stood up, tail wagging. Hermione immediately shut the door behind her.
"Padfoot?" She called softly.
Padfoot let out a soft yip.
"Look, I know this is unorthodox, but-"
He didn't let her finish the sentence. Instead he crossed the room in three great strides and pushed his snout into her crotch. The smell of her arousal was overpowering, and her pussy was so hot... Her voice couldn't have screamed "FUCK ME!" nearly as loudly as her body.
Well, he'd said that if she wanted Padfoot to fuck her, Padfoot would fuck her. He was a man, and Animagus, of his word.
"Oh!" Hermione cried out softly in surprise as Padfoot stuck his nose in her crotch. It wasn't what he'd done that surprised her, but her own reaction: Immediately her pussy became wet and warm with arousal, and her skin flushed.
Padfoot sniffed once, then whined. Hermione knew exactly what he was whining for.
"Do-- Do you really want to?"
Padfoot whined again, more insistently. He pushed his snout into her crotch again and began to lick at her damp knickers. This took Hermione by surprise, but it felt so good...
Hermione Jean Granger, you snap out of it this instant! She told herself. For shame, letting an animal lick you. How do you know he even knows what's happening right now? "S-Sirius?" She said, her voice shaking.
Padfoot stopped licking her and looked up, ears pricked toward the sound of her voice. And that, for Hermione, settled the matter.
"One moment, big fellow," Hermione said, trying to make her voice sexy as she gently pushed Padfoot to the side. In response, Padfoot's tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth in a clear laugh. She blushed as she turned and locked the door, then put a soundproofing spell on it. Then she walked to the bed, Padfoot following her, his tail wagging.
"Show me how you want to do this," she said as she laid down, opening herself to him.
Padfoot put his front paws on the edge of the bed, head between her legs, and nipped at the elastic on her knickers. The message couldn't have been clearer, and Hermione slid out of them and tossed them to the floor. Without hesitation Padfoot began to lick her pussy and clit.
"Oh..." Hermione moaned and closed her eyes. His tongue felt good, but it was the heat contrast -cold nose and warm tongue- that felt amazing. She rocked her hips to match his rhythm, feeling a pressure starting to build in her core.
After a few minutes, he stopped licking her. He backed away from the bed, and Hermione sat up, looking at him quizzically. Padfoot yipped again and jumped up slightly. Hermione thought she knew was this meant, and slid off the bed into a kneeling position. Padfoot yipped again, turning so that Hermione could see his red cock peeking out of its sheath.
Of course, Hermione thought; he wanted her on hands and knees, the better to mount her. She obliged, her heart pounding fast and hard. Padfoot licked her pussy again, briefly, before leaping up and bringing his front paws to rest at her waist. He thrust his hips at her back end a few times before finding his mark, at which point he sped up.
Hermione gasped, screwing her eyes up. This was better than she could have ever imagined; better than it should have been. She reached back to stroke her clit as Padfoot pistoned her mercilessly. She felt something swelling inside her, and with a bark, he came. She felt his cum hitting her cervix, thinking it was one of the best things she'd ever felt.
"Good boy," she panted, trying to move out from under him. Padfoot whined, and Hermione felt his knot tug painfully; not wanting to hurt herself or him, she stopped moving.
Suddenly, she felt his weight changing and his knot receding. As she stood up, she saw Sirius leaning against the bed, a thoroughly satisfied look on his face. "I have to say, Hermione," he said, with a devilish grin, "that was the best fuck I've ever had."
Hermione gaped at him. "You did know!" It came out more accusatory than she'd intended. "Sorry," she said quickly.
"Never mind," Sirius said, still grinning. "But just out of curiosity, why do you get so hot and bothered around dogs?"
Hermione felt herself blushing. "It's not just dogs," she mumbled. "It's all animals. I think it's because I accidentally Polyjuiced myself into a cat in second year."
"Hm... Could be." Sirius stood up and handed Hermione her knickers. "You'd best get back to bed; Ginny might miss you."
"If she does...?"
"Tell her you and I were talking. It's not exactly a lie," Sirius said, his devilish grin widening.
Hermione nodded and left, undoing the wards on the door. She knew -and she suspected that Sirius knew- this wouldn't be their last interspecies meeting.
One to three pairings: Hermione/any character you want
Optional supplementary prompt: Ever since Hermione accidentally used cat hair in Polyjuice Potions, she's been aroused by animals. An Animagus (your character choice, your animal choice) notices Hermione's pheromones are heightened when they are around in animal form. They decide to see if their instincts are right.
submitted by: bonsaibetz
Title: Don't Worry, Baby
Author/Artist: pretend_mulling
Pairing: Hermione/Padfoot
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bestiality, underage, Animagus bestiality
Word Count or Medium: 1,587
Summary: Polyjuice Potion isn't a substance to be trifled with, as Hermione Granger found out the hard way. When used for human-to-animal transformation, things can go wrong and not crop up for years. Enter Padfoot.
Author's Notes I kind of varied from the author's prompt, a little. I hope it's okay!
Hermione Granger prided herself on being the smartest witch of her age at Hogwarts. But one problem with being so much smarter than most people was when she made mistakes. Because she was so much more clever than the other kids, her mistakes were much bigger and more vexing than when they made similar mistakes.
Case in point, her snafu with the Polyjuice Potion in her second year. She had accidentally put a strand of cat fur in her goblet, thinking it had belonged to Millicent Bulstrode. Polyjuice Potion was never meant for animal transformations (nor, she would admit, was it supposed to be used at Hogwarts for spying on Slytherins), but at the time, she'd thought the worst of her problem was turning into a cat.
Now, at sixteen, Hermione realized that being turned into a cat from a Polyjuice Potion accident was the least of her problem.
She had first noticed the stirrings after buying Crookshanks, when she ovulated for that cycle. Hermione was used to her cycle; she had gotten her period just after starting at Hogwarts, and in that eighteen months, her cycle had been as regular as clockwork. She had read What's Happening To My Body? and knew that her feeling sexually aroused when she was ovulating was perfectly normal. But no book could have prepared her for realizing that she was aroused by her cat. Something about the way he moved, or the way he meowed at her... She couldn't say with certainty why it was happening, but it was, and the only answer her highly analytical mind could produce was that it was a side-effect of her misadventures with Polyjuicing herself into cat form.
Hermione had told herself, very firmly, that animals were Off-Limits. Completely. Carnal relations between animals and humans were illegal in the Muggle world; she couldn't imagine why it would be different in the Wizarding world.
But that had been easy, as Crookshanks never seemed to reciprocate Hermione's arousal. This summer, she was staying at Grimmauld Place, the ancestral home of Sirius Black. Who happened to be an Animagus, and who had moved back into the house to help the Order of the Phoenix and stay off the Ministry of Magic's radar.
Hermione had noticed Sirius stalking around the house as Padfoot several times since she'd arrived. She supposed that was normal; he'd told her, Ron, and Harry, on the night they'd met, that his emotions and thoughts were less complex and less acute when he was in his dog form. It was just his way of coping with a less-than-pleasant situation, she reasoned. But when he was Padfoot, Hermione found herself becoming almost unbearably aroused. And he seemed to sense it.
One night, she decided to take matters into her own hands. Once and for all, she was going to see if Padfoot -not Sirius, Padfoot- was onto her and her secret, shameful, bestial desire.
XXX
Sirius heard the door to Hermione's and Ginny's room open and shut, and heard soft footfalls heading up down the hall to his room. He turned himself into Padfoot. This, he figured, was a win-win situation: If it was Ginny coming down the hall, she wouldn't be likely to check on him, but if she did, she wouldn't pay attention to his Animagus form. If it was Hermione... Well, if it was Hermione, he'd get his answer, and possibly a little piece of action.
Normally Sirius didn't want to have sex when he was in his Animagus form, and especially not with humans. But Hermione was different. As Padfoot, he could smell her pheromones, and when Padfoot was around Hermione, he had to work hard not to start humping her right there and then. Ever since she'd arrived at Grimmauld Place, he'd felt like a perpetually horny teenager. Or, perhaps more appropriately, a dog in heat. He just wanted to mate.
In his human form, Sirius thought Hermione was pretty enough, but she was too young for him. He wouldn't have had sex with her. As Padfoot, though, nothing was out of the question. If she wanted Padfoot to fuck her, then he'd do exactly that. However she wanted.
The footsteps had paused outside his room. He could hear Hermione's nervous breaths, as though she were willing herself to open the door. His cock started to harden in its sheath. Please, he thought. Please come in and let me mate with you.
Finally, the door opened. Hermione stepped in. Padfoot could smell her arousal from clear across the room. He stood up, tail wagging. Hermione immediately shut the door behind her.
"Padfoot?" She called softly.
Padfoot let out a soft yip.
"Look, I know this is unorthodox, but-"
He didn't let her finish the sentence. Instead he crossed the room in three great strides and pushed his snout into her crotch. The smell of her arousal was overpowering, and her pussy was so hot... Her voice couldn't have screamed "FUCK ME!" nearly as loudly as her body.
Well, he'd said that if she wanted Padfoot to fuck her, Padfoot would fuck her. He was a man, and Animagus, of his word.
XXX
"Oh!" Hermione cried out softly in surprise as Padfoot stuck his nose in her crotch. It wasn't what he'd done that surprised her, but her own reaction: Immediately her pussy became wet and warm with arousal, and her skin flushed.
Padfoot sniffed once, then whined. Hermione knew exactly what he was whining for.
"Do-- Do you really want to?"
Padfoot whined again, more insistently. He pushed his snout into her crotch again and began to lick at her damp knickers. This took Hermione by surprise, but it felt so good...
Hermione Jean Granger, you snap out of it this instant! She told herself. For shame, letting an animal lick you. How do you know he even knows what's happening right now? "S-Sirius?" She said, her voice shaking.
Padfoot stopped licking her and looked up, ears pricked toward the sound of her voice. And that, for Hermione, settled the matter.
"One moment, big fellow," Hermione said, trying to make her voice sexy as she gently pushed Padfoot to the side. In response, Padfoot's tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth in a clear laugh. She blushed as she turned and locked the door, then put a soundproofing spell on it. Then she walked to the bed, Padfoot following her, his tail wagging.
"Show me how you want to do this," she said as she laid down, opening herself to him.
Padfoot put his front paws on the edge of the bed, head between her legs, and nipped at the elastic on her knickers. The message couldn't have been clearer, and Hermione slid out of them and tossed them to the floor. Without hesitation Padfoot began to lick her pussy and clit.
"Oh..." Hermione moaned and closed her eyes. His tongue felt good, but it was the heat contrast -cold nose and warm tongue- that felt amazing. She rocked her hips to match his rhythm, feeling a pressure starting to build in her core.
After a few minutes, he stopped licking her. He backed away from the bed, and Hermione sat up, looking at him quizzically. Padfoot yipped again and jumped up slightly. Hermione thought she knew was this meant, and slid off the bed into a kneeling position. Padfoot yipped again, turning so that Hermione could see his red cock peeking out of its sheath.
Of course, Hermione thought; he wanted her on hands and knees, the better to mount her. She obliged, her heart pounding fast and hard. Padfoot licked her pussy again, briefly, before leaping up and bringing his front paws to rest at her waist. He thrust his hips at her back end a few times before finding his mark, at which point he sped up.
Hermione gasped, screwing her eyes up. This was better than she could have ever imagined; better than it should have been. She reached back to stroke her clit as Padfoot pistoned her mercilessly. She felt something swelling inside her, and with a bark, he came. She felt his cum hitting her cervix, thinking it was one of the best things she'd ever felt.
"Good boy," she panted, trying to move out from under him. Padfoot whined, and Hermione felt his knot tug painfully; not wanting to hurt herself or him, she stopped moving.
Suddenly, she felt his weight changing and his knot receding. As she stood up, she saw Sirius leaning against the bed, a thoroughly satisfied look on his face. "I have to say, Hermione," he said, with a devilish grin, "that was the best fuck I've ever had."
Hermione gaped at him. "You did know!" It came out more accusatory than she'd intended. "Sorry," she said quickly.
"Never mind," Sirius said, still grinning. "But just out of curiosity, why do you get so hot and bothered around dogs?"
Hermione felt herself blushing. "It's not just dogs," she mumbled. "It's all animals. I think it's because I accidentally Polyjuiced myself into a cat in second year."
"Hm... Could be." Sirius stood up and handed Hermione her knickers. "You'd best get back to bed; Ginny might miss you."
"If she does...?"
"Tell her you and I were talking. It's not exactly a lie," Sirius said, his devilish grin widening.
Hermione nodded and left, undoing the wards on the door. She knew -and she suspected that Sirius knew- this wouldn't be their last interspecies meeting.
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