Peter transformed in February when he was working up the nerve to ask out Gertrude Bigamies. Remus James and I all laughed at him good naturedly but I was Remus who gave him a shove and said; "Are you Man or mouse, Petey!"
And just like that he changed shirking and changing until a great brown rat was squeaking madly and trying to dart up James pant leg.
Again, I was irritated with my inability to grasp the mechanics and magic of the transformation. This time I grumbled and isolated my self, only appearing from my seclusion of my evening hair brushing. I could tell Remus wanted to interrogate me but he didn’t and I appreciated it far more than he knew.
In April Remus was talking to Gideon Weasley, an older bloke from the graduating class openly gay. He and Remus laughed and chatted easily as they walked side by side. I couldn’t help but glower from my half step behind and wish that Weasley was out of the picture.
I got Gideon out the best way —the only way, I knew how.
*
Gideon was a power fuck. He was built like a dragon; all muscles, masculinity and freckles. I didn’t know what to do with that much man, but he sure as hell knew what to do with me.
I was bent over an old oak desk braced firmly while Gideon kissed my tail bone and slid to his knees. His hands were large and his thumbs were calloused and rough as they held my arse cheeks open to expose me in the most shameful way possible. I felt a puff of warm air and then something slick and warm came into contact with the pucker of my anus.
As my subconscious (or Karma) dictated Remus strolled in to the class at that moment, holding the prototype map in one hand and clenching his wand in the other. Remus' Brilliantly gold eyes looked a moment from feral and are too wolfish at that moment.
"Gideon, get off of him please." Still Remus was infuriatingly polite, with a level voice. Gideon jumped up to his feet wide eyed and frazzled, clearly not expecting to have been found and ducked out of the door.
I stayed in position. My hands planted on the desk, arms braced, arse out and Trousers around my ankles. I couldn’t maintain eye contact and dropped my gaze to the floor.
"And here I was, thinking to only ever went for the ladies," Remus flicked his wand at the door making sure it wasn’t accessible. Remus' plush and chapped lips were on the side of my neck, sucking and biting. "You really are trying my patience."
"Remus." I moaned as he sucked one area particularly hard.
Remus didn’t say another word. He just walked around the table and draped himself over my body continuing to bite, nibble and suck on my neck. I didn’t mind that much, it was hot.
What irritated me was the face that other than those kisses he didn't touch me. I pushed my hips back to clue him into what I wanted but Remus onlychuckled and moved to the next bit of skin on my neck laving it with attention.
"Rem, I-"
"Hush."
In the end I followed Remus back to our dorm painfully hard, blushing scarlet, with a collar of mottled red purple hickies around my neck. Remus had laced his finger through my own leading the way and that's when I saw what animal I was.
I bowed my head and accepted it with grace because in truth a dog with out a master is a pitiful thing.
Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 5c/8
And just like that he changed shirking and changing until a great brown rat was squeaking madly and trying to dart up James pant leg.
Again, I was irritated with my inability to grasp the mechanics and magic of the transformation. This time I grumbled and isolated my self, only appearing from my seclusion of my evening hair brushing. I could tell Remus wanted to interrogate me but he didn’t and I appreciated it far more than he knew.
In April Remus was talking to Gideon Weasley, an older bloke from the graduating class openly gay. He and Remus laughed and chatted easily as they walked side by side. I couldn’t help but glower from my half step behind and wish that Weasley was out of the picture.
I got Gideon out the best way —the only way, I knew how.
Gideon was a power fuck. He was built like a dragon; all muscles, masculinity and freckles. I didn’t know what to do with that much man, but he sure as hell knew what to do with me.
I was bent over an old oak desk braced firmly while Gideon kissed my tail bone and slid to his knees. His hands were large and his thumbs were calloused and rough as they held my arse cheeks open to expose me in the most shameful way possible. I felt a puff of warm air and then something slick and warm came into contact with the pucker of my anus.
As my subconscious (or Karma) dictated Remus strolled in to the class at that moment, holding the prototype map in one hand and clenching his wand in the other. Remus' Brilliantly gold eyes looked a moment from feral and are too wolfish at that moment.
"Gideon, get off of him please." Still Remus was infuriatingly polite, with a level voice. Gideon jumped up to his feet wide eyed and frazzled, clearly not expecting to have been found and ducked out of the door.
I stayed in position. My hands planted on the desk, arms braced, arse out and Trousers around my ankles. I couldn’t maintain eye contact and dropped my gaze to the floor.
"And here I was, thinking to only ever went for the ladies," Remus flicked his wand at the door making sure it wasn’t accessible. Remus' plush and chapped lips were on the side of my neck, sucking and biting. "You really are trying my patience."
"Remus." I moaned as he sucked one area particularly hard.
Remus didn’t say another word. He just walked around the table and draped himself over my body continuing to bite, nibble and suck on my neck. I didn’t mind that much, it was hot.
What irritated me was the face that other than those kisses he didn't touch me. I pushed my hips back to clue him into what I wanted but Remus onlychuckled and moved to the next bit of skin on my neck laving it with attention.
"Rem, I-"
"Hush."
In the end I followed Remus back to our dorm painfully hard, blushing scarlet, with a collar of mottled red purple hickies around my neck. Remus had laced his finger through my own leading the way and that's when I saw what animal I was.
I bowed my head and accepted it with grace because in truth a dog with out a master is a pitiful thing.