A Cat\'s Tale

This is a challenge fic from Cherry Starburst. Here's the original challenge:

I have a challenge to anyone interested! I challenge you to write a fanfiction of Harry in heat! It can be for any slash pairing/threesome you like, the rules are -

- Anal/Smut/Any fetishes you like, really, apart from non-consensual sex
- Cat!Harry (doesn't have to be exactly like my cat Harry if you want to change some things)
- No Ron/Dumbledore/Hermione/Order bashing
-No mpreg
-Please have characters IC. I can understand some OOC, as we're not JK or anything, and I have OOC characters too. But nothing awfully OOC.

It can be any length you like – in fact, it'd be great if you could develop a WIP out if it, but I love oneshots, too. If you do take up the challenge, can you link your story in a review telling me the summary and pairing, or email me at – crackle_claw.yahoo.co.uk

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I followed the guidelines more or less (I do imply some Mpreg, even if there is no actual Mpreg in the fic). I didn’t really have a preference for pairing, so I decided to make it a Fred/George/Harry fic in Cherry Starburst’s honour.

Warnings: not HBP or DH compatible. Anal, smut, creature!Harry, sub!Harry, in-heat!Harry. In future chapters I may also have some tail-play, toys, rimming, bestiality, bondage, fisting, and all that good stuff.

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Harry woke up with a satisfying stretch and loud yawn. The sun was bright, the birds were chirping and Harry was filled with an inexplicable warmth. It was shaping up to be a lovely day. He ignored his morning erection as he got up and walked over to the shower, tail swaying lazily behind him.

On his seventeenth birthday last year, Harry had come into his inheritance; he was part Cait Sídhe – a fairy creature which could shape-shift from witch/wizard to a large black cat with a white spot on his breast. Harry was most comfortable in between shapes – keeping a mostly human appearance but with cat ears and a tail. Due to his shape-shifting abilities, few knew that he was anything but human. Which was just the way Harry liked it – he had enough experience with the wizarding world and the general public to know how they’d react to him being a magical creature. Especially since Cait Sídhe’s were said to appear when bad things happened. And besides, it wasn’t like his inheritance was any of their business anyway.

Harry took off his pyjamas and looked out the window. Nothing but trees, fields and mountains could be seen, all covered in a blanket of snow. The messy-haired man loved his home which he shared with his lovers; it was fairly large, yet still cozy and most importantly it was completely secluded with no onw around for miles. This meant that Harry could enjoy the privacy he craved away from the press and public, while the twins could work on their inventions and experiments all day without anyone complaining about the noise or minor earthquakes. As much as they enjoyed owning their own store (and now their own chain of stores), Fred and George quickly realized that their passion was in making the items they sold, not actually selling them. Therefore they left employees to deal with manning their shops as they continued to create and experiment from home.

There had been more snow than usual so far this winter and it was only November, Harry observed. But the 18 year old didn’t mind; he liked all weather and seasons since all had their ups and downs. For example, thanks to the cold weather he could look forward to an entertaining snow ball fight with his twin lovers followed by some snuggling and hot chocolate by the fire. Harry let out a contented sigh just thinking about it.

The messy-haired man quickly washed up, deciding not to indulge in his hormones right then. With devious lovers like Fred and George Weasley, Harry was no stranger to teasing and orgasm denial. Harry had learned to relish the build-up and intense pleasure both brought until he was at his lovers’ mercy, too overcome with pleasure to do anything but submit to their wills. Harry may be fiercely independent, but inside the bedroom it was nice to be taken care of, safe in the knowledge that the twins would stop the moment Harry wanted them to.

All those thoughts about his bedroom antics made Harry’s hard-on stick around, forcing the green-eyed man to turn on the cold water full blast until his erection subsided. Once finished his shower, Harry quickly towelled off, donned a housecoat and went downstairs for some nourishment.

Humming while making himself some breakfast, Harry made sure to make extras for Fred and George despite the fact that they had probably already eaten – they were Weasleys after all and Weasleys were always hungry. Harry had just finished flipping the pancakes when he felt the familiar heat start in his gut. He ignored it, but by the time he had settled down to eat, Harry was half-hard and panting. By the time he finished his breakfast, Harry was fully hard and fighting back the urge to grind himself against the kitchen cabinet as he washed the dishes.

“Hello kitten” George purred, draping himself over Harry’s back. While usually Harry would swat at him for calling him ‘kitten’, and scold them for sneaking up on him, today Harry was too bloody horny to care. He just thrust his arse back and grinded against the other’s crotch.

“Someone’s being a frisky kitty today.” Fred commented, putting down the leftover breakfast that Harry had left for them and making his way to his lovers.

“He’s right, you’re being a bad kitty.” George murmured, nipping a silky cat ear and sucking the tip. Harry was losing his mind in a haze of pleasure and mewed softly as Fred’s hand found its way within his robe to pinch a pebbled nipple. Harry let out a pathetic mewling whine as the twins pulled back.

“It’s been a while since you’ve been in such a state with so little teasing.” Fred stated with a frown. “You haven’t drunken one of our aphrodisiacs by accident have you?”

Harry shook his head while arching his body, trying to get more contact with his sexy lovers.

“He knows enough not to go snooping around in the lab” George said, running soothing hands up and down Harry’s sides. “He’s probably just in a randy mood.”

“Poor kitty,” Fred mumbled, nuzzling the dark-haired boy’s neck while his hand decided to repossess the swollen pink nipple.

“Unfortunately we’re busy in the middle of an experiment, so you’ll have to wait for us to take care of your little problem.” The red-head explained with a naughty pat on the straining bulge.

Neither twin looked very apologetic about leaving Harry in such a state, and with a final warning not to cum without them, the twins took the leftover breakfast with them to their private lab.

Harry meanwhile was left standing by the sink, gripping the counter so hard his knuckles were white and using all his considerable will not to reach down and take himself in hand.

Resignedly, Harry made his way upstairs to get changed and maybe work on one of his correspondence courses. Despite his previous goal of becoming an auror, once Voldemort was taken care of Harry found he no longer had any ambition to continue fighting against dark witches and wizards. He had at first planned to go to a wizarding university with Hermione, but he quit after the first week since he’d been harassed non-stop even in the middle of lectures. Harry wisely decided to stop attending personally and take correspondence courses on whatever caught his interest. He was also working to get caught up with his education in the muggle world, something that Fred and George were happy with since they often used muggle technology for ideas and inspiration.

Harry dutifully ignored his still throbbing cock as he picked up a book on high-school level physics. Hopefully the twins decided to call it a day soon and relieve him from his ache, despite the fact that it was only 10 in the morning.

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Midday found Harry in his study, surrounded by books he had hardly glanced at due to his unbearable hard-on. It was all Harry could do not to tear his hair out in frustration; he was horny as hell and lest he incite the wrath of his lovers (who would make his suffering ten times worse), he could do nothing about it.

Another half-an-hour passed, consisting of Harry staring unseeingly at his book, fidgeting and pressing his thighs together and then spreading them apart in his hope to alleviate the ache in his cock and balls.

“Fuck it.” Harry declared. He was too goddamned horny to bother restraining himself anymore; he needed to cum and he needed to cum now!

He hurriedly stripped off his clothes as he all but ran to their shared master bedroom and threw himself on the bed. He didn’t even bother reaching for a toy, or even some lube, as he reached down and grabbed his throbbing dick. Thankfully the amount of pre-cum from the leaking head was more than substantial enough to avoid any chaffing, not that Harry would have noticed in his mad urge to cum.
All the techniques, tricks and styles that Harry usually preferred when wanking – a teasing barely there caress along the shaft, a light pinch to his uncut foreskin and some thumbing of the sensitive head – were all forgotten as the green-eyed man brutally stroked and tugged on his cock, desperately trying to reach his peak.

...almost there...just a little bit more...

Frustrated tears leaked from his eyes, even as some desperate sobs escaped Harry’s mouth. He needed to cum! His balls were pulled up so tightly Harry felt that they would retreat into his body; that is, if they didn’t explode from the pressure of holding his ejaculate first.

A keening wail full of despair and frustration echoed through the house, grabbing Fred’s and George’s attention. They had left their sound-proof lab in the hopes that Harry had made some lunch for them, but after hearing that they ran upstairs to see what the problem was. What they found was both arousing and disturbing.

Harry, their pretty little kitten who had large beautiful green eyes which could make anyone melt, pink pouty lips you wanted to devour, silky feline ears and tail which were joys to caress, a lovely slender frame which demanded to be held, and yet enough magic to bring anyone to heel, was lying naked on the bed, pink nipples swollen and hard, knees spread wide and hands grasping his beautiful dripping cock.

While that image was enough to arouse anyone, other details made the twins confused. Tear tracks stained their lover’s distressed face, sobs escaped from a gasping chest, and that lovely cock, usually flushed a delightful dark pink like his swollen nipples, was now an angry purple and looked to be painful for their younger lover.

Harry didn’t even notice as his two boyfriends hurriedly undressed and joined him on the bed, too consumed with the pain of being unable to cum. He only registered their presence when Fred grasped his chin and descended to snog the life out him while George swatted away Harry’s hands to swallow his prick whole.

Harry jerked as if he’d been electrocuted when his throbbing cock was swallowed by the wet tight heat of George’s mouth, and if Fred’s tongue hadn’t been half-way down his throat his yowl of delighted surprise would have made the twins hold their ears from being so loud.

But even with his lovers’ wonderful actions – Fred kissing the breath out of him while pinching and pulling on his nipples and George trying to suck his soul from his cock while palming and rolling his balls – Harry still found something preventing his orgasm. He was reduced to full body spasms as the pleasure became too much and turned into pain, tears continuing to leak from his eyes, balls drawn up tight and cock still hard.

George frowned in concern – Harry should have cum by now. The hand palming Harry’s delightfully smooth balls drifted down to play with the boy’s pucker; Harry’s ass had always been very sensitive (another reason why the green-eyed man enjoyed bottoming in bed) and hopefully stimulating his passage and prostate would be the extra push Harry needed to climax.

George was surprised to find the hole already loose and wet, trying to suck in his fingers at the lightest touch to the throbbing pucker. The red-head decided to appease his lover’s body’s request and quickly plunged two fingers into the tight passage as deeply as possible.

Harry yanked his head away from Fred and opened his mouth in a silent scream at the feeling of being filled.

“Please...” Harry sobbed/begged. “Please...”

“What do you want kitten?” Fred murmured, nuzzling their kitten’s face and soothingly stroking the boy’s flank. Like his twin, Fred was also worried about their younger lover’s apparent inability to achieve orgasm.

“Please, fuck me!” Harry begged. “I, I need it so much! Fuck me! In me please!”

As worried as they were, the twins couldn’t help but be turned on by the slender man’s shameless begging and the way that hot and wet hole gripped George’s fingers in a vice grip. Harry let out a pathetic mew when George forcibly reclaimed his fingers, but his head fell back in delight when three fingers entered a moment later.

“Yeah, you need it don’t you.” Fred whispered in the trembling boy’s twitching feline ear. “Look at how ready you are; such a dirty slut, getting George’s figures soaking wet like that and gripping them so tight that I’m afraid they’ll break off in your tight heat. You wouldn’t even care, as long as you’re filled up by something.”

Harry mewled at Fred’s erotic words as George pulled out his fingers and moved so that his cock was pressed against the winking pucker. Not wasting another moment George thrust all the way into the welcoming passage, once again blown away by the tight heat like every other time he fucked this delectable creature.

Harry screamed at the feeling of George’s dick plunging deep into his bowels, and unlike usual the green-eyed boy began to thrust back immediately instead of taking a moment to get used to and relish the sensation of being filled. George took hold of the desperately bucking hips and set his own slower pace, thrusting deep and hard. Harry began babbling incoherently and clung onto Fred as George fucked him mercilessly, barely noticing as Fred nipped on his ears and pinched his nipples.

Finally George’s thrusts became rougher and faster as he came nearer to his own climax. Finally he exploded, releasing his seed deep into the clenching passage milking him for everything he had.

Harry, feeling the warm release flooding his bowels, seized up and screamed. He had never climaxed so hard or for so long in his entire life. He continued shaking for long moments, his cum shooting out so far as to hit his face and Fred’s chest among other things. Even once his cock stopped spurting his seed, Harry continued shaking. His body had been so high-strung for so long that after his intense orgasm he no longer had any strength or coordination. He was weaker and more disoriented than a new-born kitten.

Fred and George set out to soothe their little lover, petting him and stroking him all over gently and murmuring encouraging words. It wasn’t long before Harry passed out into a deep sleep.

Once they were sure that Harry was comfortable and wouldn't be waking up any time soon, the twins shared a look and hurried to the fireplace. Fred didn’t even care that he hadn’t cum yet, too worried about Harry’s condition. Did Harry accidentally ingest one of their experimental potions? Did someone hex their adorable kitten? Or was it something to do with his creature inheritance?

The twins didn’t have the answers, but they hoped at least one person would – Hermione Granger.

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A/N: Well, there's chapter one. I don't know how long this will be, since it'll basically be a series of PWP one-shots. Feel free to suggest any kinks you want to see done and I'll get around to it eventually.

Another warning, I'm not a speedy updater so I don't know when the next chapter (and the ones following it) will be up.