A Cat\'s Tale

Sorry about the long wait! Honestly, I had this chapter half-finished forever before I forced myself to sit down and finish it.

This chapter has the special requests from dmdarklord and picofoxy.

Warnings for this chapter: twincest, toys, tail-play, cross-dressing, food-play, bondage, feathers, voyeurism and orgasm denial.

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The feeling of something being wrapped around his wrists and ankles tying him down was becoming a disturbingly familiar sensation. Though the twins knew that Harry would follow through with their perverted schemes anyway, they enjoyed watching their lover squirming and restricted too much to deny themselves from that sight despite the lack of needing to bind Harry. So it wasn’t surprising for the part Cait Sidhe when he felt the spell hit his back the second he finished his breakfast. Less than a minute later the dark-haired boy found himself mid-air laying face up and stretched spread eagle completely naked. It took even less time for Harry to become fully hard and dripping with anticipation.

“We have a special day for you planned kitten.” Fred spoke up standing beside his helpless lover.

Harry moaned at that announcement; that meant that while he would undoubtedly have a mind blowing orgasm or two, but he would have to endure sexual torture and humiliation at the hands of his deviant lovers first.

“See, thanks to your situation we haven’t had as much time to work on new products lately.” George explained.

“And as enjoyable it is to spend all day every day fucking you silly, we really need to get some work done. So unfortunately you’ll be on your own for most of the day.” Fred continued.

“But don’t worry; we’ll make sure you’re not bored.” George added seductively.

Sharing one last evil grin, the twins brandished a French maid’s outfit with flourish. It was obviously not a real French maid outfit; the top consisted only of a black corset with white laces at the sides and skirt was so short Harry was sure his balls would be in plain sight if he wore it. Or at least they would be if he didn’t wear the lacy black panties complete with a white frilly edge that was also apparently part of the ensemble. Harry also took in the black silk stockings which would only reach to mid-thigh, the black choker, the frilly bonnet and the three-inch high heels. They also had a feather duster in their possession. Harry could see that it wasn’t the usual muggle feather duster with fake dollar store feathers and a plastic handle; like most things in the wizarding world it was old fashioned and with real feathers attached to an expensive looking smooth ebony handle.

“What is that?” Harry asked with apprehension, gut clenching in arousal as he knew what was coming.

“Why, it’s your outfit for the day sweetheart.” Fred explained.

“We haven’t really had time to do the housekeeping lately and thought you could work on that as we’re busy.” George elaborated far too innocently for someone who was holding such items in hand.

Harry carefully schooled his features into a faintly horrified look. “No. There’s no point in dressing up like that if you aren’t even going to be there to see me in it.” Harry said with resolve.

The twins just smiled before plucking a feather each from the multitude in the feather duster. “Oh, I’m sure we can convince you otherwise.”

Seeing Harry cross-dressing was one of the twins’ favourite kinks. They loved how the frilly and soft fabrics would make their lover seem even more exotic and delicate, how good Harry looked that anyone and everyone despite gender and sexual orientation would want a piece of him and yet how the act of dressing up in woman’s clothing was still so naughty and taboo.

Unfortunately for them, the first time the twins had convinced Harry to try it, the dark-haired boy hadn’t liked it. It was fairly early in their relationship, when Harry had still been very self-conscious and unsure about how he fit in their love triangle and it had felt like the twins were trying to make Harry into someone or something he wasn’t. Not to mention that for someone who was used to wear Dudley’s cast offs, regular sized clothing felt uncomfortably tight let alone body-clinging female clothing designed to show off curves and seduce. Over time Harry’s dislike for cross-dressing had grown into apathy and then to like. The black-haired boy would never willingly go out and buy female clothing for his own use or anything, but the looks and actions of his lovers during and after cross-dressing more than made up for the sometimes uncomfortable clothing.

However, Harry had never let his lover’s know that he was more than unwilling to cross-dress for them. The red-head devils knew all of Harry’s sensitive areas and kinks. They could make him melt into a puddle of goo or babble insanely in pleasure in a matter of minutes. And four out of five times the twins would team up with each other rather than one of them helping him with a plan to ambush the third member of their love triangle whether it be for a prank or for something to do with their sex-life. Harry needed all the help he could get to keep up with those two and so kept secret his growing like for cross-dressing as something to hold over their heads. By pretending to hate it, he could make the twins work and grovel for the opportunity to have one of their favourite kinks enacted and it was a power Harry desperately kept a hold of.

And right now Harry was enjoying the power he held as the twins sought to convince him using feathers, hands, mouths and cocks. He had already come once and was feeling delightfully lethargic and satisfied. His head tilted back with a groan as the smooth handle of the feather duster slipped into his wet and waiting entrance.

‘Half an hour.’ Harry thought with a sigh of pleasure, relishing in the heavy object reaching deep within him, the calloused hands stroking his body (including one that was diligently working on his dripping erection) the feather drifting over his balls and premium and the twin mouths sucking at his skin (one at his neck and the other at his nipple). ‘Half an hour more and at least one more orgasm, and then I’ll give in and wear the maid’s outfit.’

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Harry knew that something was wrong when he woke up and couldn’t move his arms or legs. He had cleaned up in his ridiculous outfit as his lovers had wanted (they were right; the house was quite messy from their frequent love-fests and none of them had bothered to clean after themselves either) and after a few hours of spell-work and a small lunch Harry had decided that a quick nap was in order. As awareness forced itself into his sleep-addled brain, he realized that he was tied spread eagle on the bed and blindfolded. Though he was mostly naked, he could feel the bonnet, heels, choker and stockings from his maid outfit were still on; or more like put on since Harry had taken off the entire outfit for his nap.

Harry’s already hard cock gave a twitch of interest, spilling some pre-cum on his clenching stomach.

“Looks like the little kitty’s awake.” he heard one lover say.

While Harry could easily distinguish one twin from the other normally, the fact that they were speaking too softly, he was blindfolded, and most of the blood supposed to go to his brain was re-routed, well he could barely tell up from down at the moment let alone which twin was which.

“You’re right. And look, he’s already hard and wet.” The other said, giving his cock a brief teasing caress.

Harry panted with want and strained in the bonds to open himself wider, arch his back and make himself more alluring to his lovers. He needed them to touch him, taste him and fuck him; it had been quite a few hours since his last fuck.

“Slow down kitten,” one said. “Remember, we told you that we had a special treat for you today.”

There were some whispered words, and suddenly Harry felt his upper half rise until he was somewhere between sitting up and laying down. Some pillows materialised behind him to support his reclined position and his binds lengthened accordingly. Finally the blindfold covering Harry’s eyes disappeared. And when Harry looked to see what his ‘treat’ was, he couldn’t help but moan.

His two private sex gods were making out with each other. Watching the twin men pleasure each other was always something that made a bolt of pleasure run through Harry’s body. They were both gorgeous and skilled and knew just how to touch each other. Anyone who thought they might have some sort of ESP when they finished each other’s sentences would be completely convinced after seeing the way they pleased each other.

Fred sucked on the freckled neck in front of him while rolling George’s heavy balls and thrusting idly against his twin’s hip. Not to be outdone, George lifted up a leg to wrap around his brother and bring him closer, whispering dirty things in Fred’s ear while one hand stroked through fiery red hair and the other reached around to squeeze his ass.

Fred’s hand slid down from George’s back to slip a finger into his twin’s tight entrance. Both Harry and George groaned with that action.

“Such a hot little ass you have brother dear,” Fred murmured to his twin even as he stared into Harry’s spellbound eyes. “Do you think I should fuck you wide open?”

“Yesss...” again both George and Harry answered.

Both twins let out chuckles at the desperation in Harry’s voice – they knew how hot it made their smaller lover to watch them make love.

Fred bade George to lean over the edge of the bed so that his chest was pressed into the mattress between Harry’s spread legs and his ass was pointing back towards his twin. In this position it also allowed both red-heads to face and see all of Harry.

Fred sucked his fingers sexily for Harry’s benefit and then started to prep his brother for penetration. His breath started coming out in pants as his fingers were greedily sucked into the warm channel.

George however was riveted on a different sight.

Harry, being tied up to the four bed posts was unable to close his legs or touch himself. But what his lovers seemed to have forgotten was that Harry had a fifth limb – his tail. So while his green eyes were devouring the sight at the end of the bed, his tail lazily flitted across pointed nipples and slowly slid down the trembling stomach.

George’s mouth went dry when that dextrous appendage started teasing Harry’s leaking cock. It was one of the hottest things he had ever seen.

“Are you ready for me yet brother dearest?” Fred asked his twin as he pulled out his fingers from the clenching hole.

“Yes,” Harry panted, eyes glossed over with lust and hips thrusting uncontrollably into the air. “Do it! Fuck him hard! Oh God!”

But just as Fred pressed the tip of his dick against his brother’s pucker, George yelled out.

“Wait! Stop!”

Fred pulled away a bit confused – while neither red-head was as fond of bottoming as their precious kitten, they both enjoyed it once in a while and Fred couldn’t understand what would make his twin call a stop to the proceedings.

Harry was also confused but was far more vocal about his displeasure.

“Noooo!” He panted, hips twisting. “Fuck him! Plunge into your brother’s hole! Do it!”

“Don’t worry kitten,” George spoke up. “I’ll let Fred fuck me. But only if you fuck yourself with your tail the entire time too.”

Fred and Harry’s breath caught in their throat. Fred couldn’t help out but let out a deep moan at the image that command brought.

“Yessss!” Fred hissed. “Let’s see you dance on that pretty tail of yours like the little whore that you are.”

Harry’s eyes widened – use his tail?! In there?! He could honestly say that that idea had never occurred to him – by the time he became interested in anything of a sexual nature (a.k.a. after Hogwarts and after Voldemort had been taken care of) he had already started a relationship with the twins, and with two delicious cocks (and plenty of toys which the aforementioned twins gave him) why would he need to use his lovely, silky, clean tail?

“B-but...!” Harry spluttered. “I can’t use my tail like that! It’s my tail!”

“I guess that’s fine then,” George said as he stroked Harry’s trembling inner thighs. “We’ll just go downstairs and finish things off there.”

Harry’s eyes widened in panic and disbelief as the twins got up and started to walk to the bedroom door.

“Maybe we can finish do it on the couch; it’s been a while since we’ve done it there.” Fred commented, slapping his twin on his behind.

“Of course.” George agreed, giving Fred’s prick a quick squeeze.

“Wait!” Harry yelled desperately, squirming in his restraints and trying to escape. “Don’t leave me like this! Please come back! Let me watch!”

The red-heads stopped at the door. “Does this mean you’ll slide your tail into your ass and fuck yourself silly with it?”

Harry gulped. “Y-yes. Yes, I’ll do it. But please, please don’t leave.”

Fred and George shared a victorious grin before stalking back to their trapped kitty. Harry mewled at the looks they were giving him that made his whole body heat up and take notice.

George went back to his previous position of bending over the foot of the bed and spread Harry’s legs as far as they would go in his bindings. Fred meanwhile went to the side to catch the wandering tail.

Everyone watched captivated as Fred pressed the furry appendage against Harry’s twitching hole. It felt kind of weird – the fur was nothing like the usual smooth warm flesh that pressed against his sensitive opening and Harry couldn’t decide on whether he liked the sensation or not.

He wasn’t given time to decide as Fred coaxed the tail into his clenching hole. Harry’s eyes widened in shock as he felt the duel sensation of being penetrated and feeling the pulsing heat surround his tail. His tail wasn’t as thick as the twins’ penises, but thanks to the fur it felt larger than it was. It was also much, much longer than anything Harry had ever had in his ass and the green-eyed boy almost expected it to come out his mouth as his red-head lover gently helped his body except more and more of the considerable length.

Once satisfied that their lover was stuffed to the brim with his own tail, Fred and George stepped back to watch the scintillating sight. Still tied spread eagle, Harry was reduced to body trembles and helpless thrusting as he lost himself in the pleasurable sensations. The Cait Sidhe didn’t have enough experience or muscle in his tail to properly fuck himself, which meant that he was helpless to pull out his tail or to push it in any deeper causing his furry appendage to just continuously thrash about inside him, repeatedly and relentlessly pressing against his prostate and sensitive walls.

Harry didn’t know how long he had been trapped in the pleasurable torment but finally a loud moan broke him out of his dazed state. He looked down to see his identical lovers fucking at the foot of the bed like they had promised, and the messy-haired man couldn’t suppress his own moan at the sight.

Time passed as the pleasure continued to build in all three of them. Eventually George gave a cry of release and spurted on the bed as his twin released deep inside of him. They relaxed into the afterglow as Harry’s frantic thrusting increased in pace and he sobbed, begging started to escape the pink lips. After sharing a lingering kiss George left to get something while Fred went to sooth their poor kitten.

“You were such a good kitten,” Fred crooned petting the sensitive ears. “We’re very proud of you. Don’t worry you’ll get to cum; George just went to get something to help you along.”

George returned with what looked to be a muggle water gun, but was actually one of WWW most popular products. It was inspired by the muggle toys but besides being able to hold much greater volume and being able to shoot at a further range with greater pressure (though the pressure was adjustable), the toy gun could also hold liquids other than water. They often sold it with a simple colour changing potion so children could play a less harmful version of paintball.

Easing the nozzle into Harry’s hole alongside the tail, George pressed the trigger.
Harry arched back with a deafening scream as the feeling of the warm thick liquid George was shooting into him triggered his long-needed release. His mind blanked and all he knew was pure bliss as wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled through him.

After what felt like ages later, Harry opened his exhausted eyes to see Fred still petting him and murmuring that Harry was such a good and beautiful kitten, and saying how amazing he looked when he came with his tail still inside of him. And as things started to become clearer, the part-magical creature was surprised to feel the pressure in his stomach which was growing by the second.

“Wha-?” Harry asked looking down, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Shhh, just relax.” Fred soothed. “George is just making sure that you’re nice and full.”

Harry whimpered as he saw George still pressing on the trigger, causing more and more of that warm thick liquid to gush inside of him. With how they designed those toys it was impossible to say how much more was left.

Fred and George continued to pet and encourage him as Harry’s stomach distended from the large amount of liquid being pumped into it. It was a weird feeling to have his tail surrounded in and trying to move through the dense unknown stuff. Finally, just when Harry thought his stomach would burst George pulled the gun away and gently eased out his tail, instructing Harry to clench his muscles to keep as much of the liquid as possible inside him.

Once his tail was free, George used a butt plug to ensure the rest stayed within their little kitten. Harry let his soaking tail slump onto his body, dripping the unknown liquid all over the exhausted boy. Harry peered down at his poor tail and frowned at the condition of his once beautiful appendage – what was once slick, beautiful and clean was now covered from whatever his lovers had pumped into him and his own spunk from where his tail laid on his cum-covered stomach and chest. Not to mention about how the fur was sticking up in most places and was all tangled.

Ruing the fact that his hands were still tied, Harry instinctively brought his dirty tail to his mouth and started to lick it clean. He only managed a few licks of the now-identifiable honey and cum covered tail before his eyes widened in shock at what he was doing and he pulled back.

“Don’t stop now kitten,” George commanded huskily.

“We won’t untie you until you finish your snack of honey and cream.” Fred added.

Harry moaned at the look his lovers were giving him. With a sultry look of his own, Harry dipped his tail into the puddle of cum on his chest and brought it back to his mouth to start sucking on the tip. Fred and George felt their knees go weak at the lovely show, but finally gathering their resolve they stepped back.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying your snack kitten,” Fred said.

“Because we unfortunately have to leave you now and finish things in the lab.” George finished.

“We’ll be back soon enough for an early supper though.” Fred explained.

“And we expect your tail to be clean by then.” George stated.

“Wha-? But, you can’t leave me tied up like this!” Harry exclaimed. “I can’t even reach most of my tail!”

“Hmmm, maybe you’re right.” Fred declared thoughtfully.

“It’s no fun tying you up if we can’t watch anyway.” George agreed.

“And if our little kitten keeps staying in bed like this he’ll get fat.” Fred added putting a bit of pressure on Harry’s distended stomach.

Harry let out a weak growl at that comment; it was their fault that he found himself flat on his back most of the time and the only reason that his gut looked pudgy was because they filled him to the brim with honey.

The twins ignored their lover’s anger and freed him from his binds.

“Oh dear,” George exclaimed. “I don’t think his outfit will fit anymore with his tummy in that shape.”

“I guess he will just have to keep cleaning to get some exercise then.” Fred stated matter-of-factly.

“Well, I’m sure the panties and the skirt will still fit since they’ll be right underneath the bulge.” George declared. “We’ll just have to find something to replace the top with.”

A few minutes later the twins declared Harry fit to finish his housecleaning. Harry looked at his image in the mirror torn between horror and arousal. He still had the bonnet, stockings, heels, choker, skirt and panties from the previous maid outfit, but as the twins had said the corset couldn’t fit around his distended gut. Unfortunately, their idea of a replacement top was just a pair of nipple clamps making the outfit even more sluttish and unbearably arousing than it was before. That, combined with the thought of walking around with honey sloshing inside him and a butt plug stretching and helping to fill him to the brim made Harry whimper out loud.

“Don’t worry kitten,” Fred soothed.

“It won’t be for that long.” George said.

“It’s only about two hours or so until tea time.” Fred continued.

“And the theme for our meal will be honey.” George added with a perverted leer, caressing Harry’s bloated honey-filled abdomen.


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A/N: there, another chapter finished! Feel free to suggest more kinks!