A Cat\'s Tale

A/N: I know DarQuing wanted some plot with the porn, but I don’t really have any ideas for this fic. I admit that I’d like to reuse Harry being a Cait Sidhe, but no plot-bunnies have attacked me yet. Until they do this will remain a PWP. Though if you want a bit more plot with your porn, I am working on another fic (though it’s Neville/Harry) – you can find it on my author’s page.

picofoxy wanted Harry to be in a maid’s outfit and teased with toys, his tail and maybe a feather duster. I’m afraid that this chapter doesn’t have those things (I’m sorry!), but no worries – next chapter will have those kinks, I promise.

Warnings for this chapter: Harry sandwich, talk of mpreg and rimming.

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It had taken awhile for the twins to finally get in touch with their lover’s best friend – Hermione being Hermione was taking 6 courses instead of the usual 5, was also continuing her muggle education and was constantly at the library even when she was a full week ahead in all her courses.

Finally they tracked her down and told her what they knew. To her credit she remained calm and serious throughout the entire conversation, a permanent blush the only indication of her embarrassment and discomfort over the subject matter. She had promised to get back to them as soon as possible, so now the twin brothers were waiting in their bedroom with a still sleeping Harry.

“Mmmmm....” Harry groaned, thrusting up in his sleep sensuously.

The twins watched their delectable lover, wanting nothing more than to wake him up and start another round of hot sex. But they restrained – they still didn’t know what was wrong and Hermione was due to arrive any moment.

As if the thought of her had summoned her to them, they heard the fireplace downstairs roar and deposit Hermione into the living room. They all but ran down to see her.

“Fred, George.” Hermione greeted. Unlike Harry she still couldn’t tell one from the other right away, but she figured she had a 50% chance of being right. “Where’s Harry?”

“He’s still sleeping.” Fred replied.

“And we’d like to keep it that way.” George continued.

“At least until we know what’s wrong with him.” Fred finished.

“So do you have any idea?” George asked desperately.

Hermione gave a sigh. “Actually yes, I think I do.” The bushy-haired woman replied, pulling out a book from her backpack and handing it out to the twins. “This had been delivered to me anonymously a few months ago, but I had been working on the porlock case at the time and hadn’t gotten around to reading it until you called asking for help.”

When Harry had retreated from the public eye, the press had started to focus its attentions to Hermione, Ron and the twins as the Boy-Who-Lived best friends and lovers (respectively speaking). Each had taken the opportunity of the lime-light to promote their own goals, (such as promoting new stores or products in the case of the twins). Hermione used her influence to lobby for the rights of magical creatures and she had become known throughout the wizarding world as an activist as she spared time to help individuals fight against the ministry laws which suppressed them (like looking up previous cases for a werewolf who had been told she couldn’t adopt, or speaking on the behalf of a veela who had been fired since the other employees found him too distracting). Because of that, many creatures, part creatures or creature sympathisers had taken to send Hermione diaries, facts and tokens anonymously to help her out.

“It’s a journal of a lover of a Cait Sidhe. The symptoms of Harry’s, affliction, are described starting on page 52.” Hermione told them with a blush. “It’s no surprise you didn’t know beforehand – Cait Sidhe’s are very reclusive and besides this diary the only information that I could find on them was the fact that they could turn themselves into a cat. Since they can look like normal people, it’s almost impossible to tell who is part Cait Sidhe if they don’t want that information known.”

“So what is wrong with our kitten.” Fred asked as George started reading the diary.

Hermione blushed a deep red. “He’s in heat.” She mumbled.

The twins looked up. “Say that again?”

“He’s in heat.” Hermione repeated a little louder this time, but still blushing to the roots of her hair. “And unfortunately he’ll stay that way until he either becomes pregnant or his mating season ends.”

“And when will that be?” George asked, already planning to give Harry a contraceptive potion once their lover woke up. It wasn’t like they didn’t want a baby (the threesome had already had a long talk of their future goals and dreams both within and outside of their relationship), they had all agreed that they eventually wanted kids, they just didn’t want them any time soon.

“Well, according to that journal all Cait Sidhe’s go into heat sometime between the beginning of November and the end of December; that ensures that any young they have will be born in the spring (since they give birth after 6 months instead of 9) when the weather is warmer and there’s a greater food supply. Thankfully he’ll only go into heat once a year. But if you guys want to have a baby some other time you can still take a potion for it like the none-magical creature homosexual couples.” Hermione replied.

“I can understand that his sudden horniness comes from the heat,” Fred spoke “but why was he so hard that it hurt? Why couldn’t he cum?”

Hermione looked down in embarrassment; this was going to be the longest talk of her life.


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Harry slurped on the large cock in his mouth. There was definitely some truth about those rumours of the Weasleys being naturally gifted with sex magic. Besides their undisputed fertility, they all had bodies like Gods (even comparatively scrawny Percy held some serious muscles in his wiry frame) and had often been the envy of everyone in the male communal showers at Hogwarts. Harry groaned in pleasure with the knowledge that he had two such gods all to himself.

George let out an echoing groan at the vibrations of that undulating throat around his cock. And Fred just licked his lips before stabbing his tongue back into the dripping wet hole between Harry’s plump ass cheeks.

Fred and George had learned a lot of things about Cait Sidhe’s – and by extension, their lover – in the past few days. And one thing they learned was that Harry going into heat was the. Best. Thing. Ever!

Harry hadn’t left the bed except to go to the bathroom and eat as his lovers tasted, teased and fucked him over and over again trying to find out every little detail about his condition. This is what they found out from Harry’s body and from the diary Hermione had left:

- Cait Sidhe’s have a very low birth rate. Instead of birthing litters like other cat creatures, they only bore one at a time (twins were possible, but even more rare among Cait Sidhe than in humans) and even then it might take two or three mating seasons (without the use of potions) for a typical Cait Sidhe to become pregnant.

- To make up for that fact, Cait Sidhe’s have evolved so that when in heat, submissives (whether male or female) can only orgasm when someone ejaculates within them. So no matter how hard the twins suck Harry’s cock or how long they finger fuck him, Harry is unable to cum unless Fred and/or George cum in his ass.

- Harry’s body will orgasm each time someone cums inside him, no matter how close together it is.

- Harry’s body can be tricked into thinking that someone ejaculated inside if the twins spurt any thick warm liquid inside – whether its fake cum from a specially designed dildo in their WWW adult products line or warmed honey with a pressurized enema; as long as the liquid is a bit thicker than water, is warm and is shot into Harry’s rectum with a bit of pressure, Harry will cum.

- If Harry retains jizz or any liquid in his ass (thanks to a plug or something) and then masturbates; well he won’t cum but he will orgasm (which just makes Harry’s need for physical release all the more pressing).

- The same reaction of having an orgasm without cumming happens if someone releases into Harry’s mouth instead of his ass as well.

- Harry’s passage self-lubricates during his heat. Not only that, but it’ll do it with a clear viscous liquid which is very addicting and tastes different to each person; Fred swears it tastes like chocolate and oranges while George argues that it tastes like strawberries and cream and in the diary the lover described his Cait Sidhe’s juices as minty.

- Harry needed to be fucked at least once a day. A vanilla sex session would have him craving another round after a short nap, but the twins usually took things up a notch or twelve so that by the time Harry was hard again hours later, his limbs were still like jelly.


George let out another heartfelt moan as Harry swallowed around his cock.

“Merlin!” he exclaimed breathlessly. “Goddamn it Fred! Just fuck him already; he’s been ready for your cock this whole time and I can’t last much longer against his wonderful cocksucking mouth.” George finished with a moan.

“Like you can talk.” Fred snapped back without any heat, wiping the back of his hand against his wet mouth and chin dripping with his saliva and Harry’s juices. “Yesterday you spent a full hour rimming our little kitten while I was tied up and forced to watch.”

Harry and George both shuddered in remembrance. Harry had always preferred receiving a rim job to a blow job any day and could still remember the mind melting pleasure of yesterday, being on the edge of orgasm for a full hour as Fred rimmed him thoroughly. One of the few things Harry enjoyed about his heat was his new tasty self-lubrication – now the twins were more than eager to rim Harry.

“As if you didn’t enjoy it.” George retorted breathlessly.

Fred chuckled as he positioned himself at Harry’s entrance. “No, I can’t deny it.” The red-head replied, ignoring Harry’s muffled squeal as he plunged in the whole way. “It was beyond hot watching you slurp on that slutty winking hole, getting your face drenched in our kitten’s juices as he mewled helplessly, thighs far apart and trembling from the never-ending pleasure. I couldn’t touch myself to ease the ache in my cock at the lovely sight or even help you tease our little lover, even though his nipples had been begging for me to suck and bite them. I came without a single touch to my cock, just watching you pound into this little whore again and again.”

Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head both at the feeling of being pierced and rammed at both ends by his lovers, and at Fred’s words. If he hadn’t been in heat he would have cum already.

Finally, long after Harry lost track of time and lost himself in the rhythm of being pushed and pulled and speared with between his two red-headed sex gods, Fred climaxed. Harry trembled with his own release and instinctively avoided biting George as his body convulsed and milked Fred for every drop of seed he had. George barely kept himself from releasing into the throat swallowing down his cock as his lovers finished cumming.

Harry barely registered George and Fred pulling out at the same time as he slumped into the mattress. He did register George thrusting his unsatisfied organ deep into his ass in one smooth stroke and cumming not even thirty seconds later.

Fred and George watched their kitten tremble through his second orgasm in one minute, limbs shaking and eyes rolling at the back of his head before he collapsed unconscious from pleasure overload.

They shared a tired smile before tucking their younger lover under the bed and settling around him. Tomorrow would be another wonderful day of debauchery.


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A/N: Next chapter will have picofoxy's requests. So look forward to Maid Harry.