Pretty Kitty

Warning: graphic bestiality, credit to JKR
Pairing: HP/Crookshanks
Summary: Harry has sex with Crookshanks

Pretty Kitty
By Black Cat


Harry quickly slide through the common rooms, successfully avoiding every set of eyes that followed him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to anyone or even that he was on the outs with his fellow Gryffindor’s. He just needed a few moments to himself. He had been feeling increasingly crowded lately, it might have been Voldemorts return, Sirius’s death, his fellow students constant questions. All the same he just needed a few private moments to relieve sotrestress.

As he entered his dorm he was mildly relieved to find that none of his dorm mates were in the room. He pulled his robe over his head and began unbuttoning his shirt as he crossed the room. He flung the shirt on his trunk dropping his school bag down at the same time. Kicked off his shoes, his trousers and in just his boxers climbed into bed.

He flung himself down on the bed face down. A lazy hand reached out and pulled the curtains shut. Harry nuzzled his face into the pillow, pressing his face into it pulling it closer. The cool fabric felt good against his skin, refreshing somehow.

Harry giggled it kind of turned him on. The twitch of fabric against his bare skin, the clean crisp feel of the sheets, the fresh smell of spring. He felt the light stirring of excitement in his cock, this feeling it had been building all day. It had been a difficult day small things had repeatedly turned him on; Hermione’s slender fingers, Ron bumping into him, his Firebolt between his legs. It was all highly embarrassing, raging hormones, the teenage curse.

He had been waiting for this private moment in his dorm to relieve the stress of the day. He lifted his hips slipping his boxers down, breathing a sigh of relief as his cock finally came in contact with the cool sheets. He wiggled his hips, letting his cock rub back and forth against the cool sheets. Then letting his hips settle back on the bed, he lay there contently for a moment just enjoying the moment.

He smiled slightly as he slipped his hand down between himself and the mattress. He pressed his hand over his beginning erection, instantly feeling better and relieved. He rubbed in a small circular motion, just massaging his arousal. He shut his eyes, somewhere between contentment and the need he caressed. These were his favorite moments. Alone in his room. Him and the bed. The cool air touching his skin. Trying to stay silent incase anyone walked in.

He lay there caressing and stroking, time moved slow in moments like this and he was thankful he could finally take this time. He lifted his hips lightly letting his fingers continue to work their magic. Stroking, tugging, pulling bringing himself quickly to complete hardness, his hand filtered to his nipples touching each one, already sensitive and hard he pinched the tender flesh, shyly pretending it was someone else helping him along. Content he sighed.

Harry was so caught up in his touches that he didn\'t realize the dip on the bed as Crookshanks jumped up. The cats’ ears perched up as he caught a slow moan coming from the boy on the bed. The ginger haired cat slowly crept up to the front of the bed to see what was so entertaining. It took Harry a moment to realize he wasn\'t alone.

It was the touch of soft paws padding against his skin that startled him and he turned over. Locking eyes with Hermione\'s yellowed eyed cat. Propping himself up on one elbow. Harry blushed as the cat looked at him, scrutinizing him. The yellow eyes roamed his body, resting for a moment on where his hand was curled around his protruding member. Harry flushed suddenly feeling embarrassed. He quickly pulled the pillow out from under his head to cover himself.

\"Get Crookshanks,\" He made a move to push the cat from his bed. But Crookshanks was faster and jumped onto the pillow that was covering the boys groin. Harry gasped as the weight of the cat pressed down on him.

It felt kind of good. Harry moaned as the weight settled, was it wrong for it to feel this good. He watched the cat from his new perch eyeing him. The cat reached up one paw licked it and then rubbed his ear with it.

Harry watched the half cat-half-kneezle knead the pillow, turn around several times then lay down, followed by content purring. Harry waited as the cat settled a warm heavy weight pressing on his groin. Harry hadn\'t moved his hand and but now he wanted to continue what he started, he wanted to stroke him self off while the cat lay upon him. After two strokes it was obvious it was not going to work, Crookshanks peered over the edge of the pillow staring at the boy, \"Sorry\", he murmured.

Harry blushed, what was he doing, It was crazy trying to pleasure ones self while a cat watched.

Harry pushed the cat hastily to the floor with a large thud and a howl of anguish. He closed the gap in the curtain, lying back down and tried to settle back into a comfortable position to continue what he had been trying to relieve all day.

Pushing the cursed cat from his mind, he slipped his hand back down curling his fingers around his erection, tugging lightly, shutting his green eyes. Lips lightly parted, a pink tongue darted forward. Harry stoked up and down, letting his thumb graze the tip of his prick, the silky pre-come glistened the tip, his breathing shallower. Lifting his hips, bucking up to meet his own hand, curling his toes, moaning as pleasure coursed through his body.

On the other side of the curtain a very disgruntled cat hissed. He was not about to be scooted aside like some common kitty. Crookshanks sneered and jumped back onto the bed. Startled Harry sat up still holding himself and eyed the cat. Crookshanks gave him a look, daring him to push him off again. Harry sighed in frustration, Crookshanks taking it as a sign of defeat started to purr. He stretched his front legs, his behind in the air with a flick of his bottle brush tail he peered up at Harry.

Harry flopped back down on the bed, one arm over his eyes, "Go away Crookshanks…please" he moaned. But the cat wasn’t paying attention he was watching the hand that was wrapped so nicely around the protruding erection, the cats eyes followed the trail of soft black hair that lined it’s way up Harry’s stomach and chest.

Harry sighed again, this was just his luck, one could never get any alone time and just when you thought you could grab a few moments to your self this happens.

Harry let go of his prick and clapped his hands loudly twice, "shoo, get" he said firmly glaring at the cat, Crookshanks in return smirked. Harry laid his head back down with a groan. Stupid cat, stupid stupid cat…

"Oh".

Harry sat up suddenly Crookshanks had his front two paws on Harry’s legs and had leaned over and licked the tip of his cock. The rough sand papery feel of the tongue darted out and licked the pearly pre come again and then again. Harry gasped winding his fists in the sheets of his bed. "Bad kitty" he whispered, "Bad kitty", whimpering. His back arched, "get" he choked hoarsely. Damn that felt good.

Harry lay there torn between letting the cat continue and making him stop. It was just natural instinct he argued, but it was wrong because…. Because it was a cat. It wasn’t even his cat, what would Hermione say if she knew he was using her cat in such a way. He swallowed, ‘yes now he was defiling the innocent cat population of Hogwarts’. Harry looked back down as the cat stood up higher to lick the pre seed that was coming faster now. If he didn’t stop this soon this argument would be worthless.

But as soon as the thought came to mind the cat stopped what he was doing. Purring the bowlegged cat moved to the top of the bed where Harry lay. Purring loudly, he proceeded to butt Harry with his head to get the boy to scratch his ears. Harry sighed and reached up a shaking hand to give the cat a scratch.

"Pretty Kitty" he mumbled, still riling in the sensation of pleasure the cats tongue had quickly given him. He scratched the ginger cats ears and chin, running his hand down the course of the cats’ body, scratching his rump right before his tail. As he did this Crookshanks lifted his backend higher and rub his ears and face on the bed clothing. Harry smirked and stopped. Great, the cat gets off on a little rump rub.

The cat turned around waving his backend in Harry’s face, his tail high in the air, the tip flicking every which way. Harry darted his eyes away from the sight that greeted him, then back again. Harry reached a hand up to give that space before the tail a little scratch, then he was going to go take a very cold shower. The cat raised his rear higher and higher, against Harry’s better judgement his eyes darted to the little peach pucker of the cat he scratched. The pucker contracted and released and contracted again, a moan escaped the boy’s lips.

Normally Harry would find this appealing and arousing in a partner but this was just a cat and some how it seamed wrong to look at such things. The cat was an innocent and was just going with basic natural instinct.

Harry propped himself up on his elbows, his own erection was still hard and leaking with need, Crookshanks was wiggling his behind in the air begging for a satisfying touch. The moment was to strange and he had to take a shower and get rid of "this" quickly. He made a move to sit up when Crookshanks pounced on his chest. The cat turned and stuck its rump in Harry’s face. "What do you want boy?" Harry whispered the cat looked back over his shoulder, to Harry it seemed to be grinning but he couldn’t be sure of that in the cats squashed flat face.

Harry reached a shaking hand up to scratch the cat again but Crookshanks wiggled his hand off, it didn’t seem to be what he wanted. Harry reached up to scratch his ears but the cat waved that off as well and wiggled his rump even closer to Harry’s face.

Harry swallowed; it couldn’t be what the cat really wanted? Could a cat even know what it was asking? The pucker gleamed as Harry reached with a trembling hand and petted the underside of the cats tail and then hesitantly the area around the pale pucker. He was rewarded with a brush of a sandpaper tongue over the tip of his cock.

Harry gasped.

Crookshanks stretched his legs wide in front and began to rub his head and face along Harry’s cock causing Harry to whimper. The warm fur on his erection felt like velvet. He touched the pucker again and was rewarded again with lick of a rough tongue and a furry face rub.

They stayed like that several moments, one petting, the other being rewarded. But Crookshanks had had enough of this game, he turned meowing and meowing, he seemed to be having a one-sided conversation, then turned and showed his back end again. Wiggling and twisting. He head bowed down his rump firmly planted in the air.

Harry gulped, his hands were shaking. Silence seemed to deaden the room. The space around his bed darkened. The air became still, holding his breath he raised a hand gliding his middle finger around the small pucker; Crookshanks purred contently pushing himself back into the hand that petted him. The small hole seemed to open for him, begging to be touched. Harry reached over to his bed table getting the lotion, he put a drop on the tip of his finger, he slide the finger around the opening and then gently over the small pucker. Crookshanks howled in frustration, he rubbed his ears franticly on Harry’s erection, pushing his own rear back on the finger.

Harry rubbed against the pucker amazed at how it seemed to open so willingly for his finger, it seemed to search for it. His eyes were transfixed on the movement. His finger finally slide in easily to the first knuckle and then to the second. Slowly he eased in more until his whole finger was in, he slide it out but not all the way only enough to apply more lotion. He slide the finger back in, faster and faster and was rewarded by licks of his \"pretty Kitty’s\" tongue. Small teeth grazing the tip, Harry squirmed and tried to stop himself from bucking up in to the touch. He couldn\'t believe the roughness of the cat’s tongue could feel so good.

He wanted to thrust up to meet the licks but yet didn’t want to throw Crookshanks from his chest. But it didn’t matter anyway Crookshanks suddenly stopped, Harry slipped his finger from the cat, propping himself n hin his elbows scarred he had somehow hurt the cat. Crookshanks crawled down between his legs and butted back against his hard cock. Harry gasped, Crookshanks looked back over his shoulder, wiggling. A welcoming look gleamed in his eyes.

Harry froze, he couldn’t possible be asking for that. He watched him wiggle again and meow. Kneezles were very intelligent but they could possibly be this intelligent. Crookshanks couldn’t possibly be asking for such a thing. The cat jerked back again

A grim intelligence shown in his eyes, Harry sat up kneeling on his soft bed placing a pillow between his legs, Cshanshanks jumped up eagerly, turned around his front end down and backend in the air, waiting. His tail danced wildly around in anticipation. Harry reached for the lotion behind him, pouring a midsize amount into the palm of his hand he slicked his cock, then pour a liberal amount onto Crookshanks waiting rump. Harry positioned himself at the hole that awaited him, he was unsure if he should hold onto the cat or if he should grab the bedpost. He settled for one hand on the post and one on the cat.

He eased forward, watching as he nudged Crookshanks as the cat willingly opened for him, as the tip of his prick sank slowly in to the velvet warm. He was about mid way in when the cat gave a feral growl, his head twitching every which way rubbing his ears on the pillow and bed clothing.

Harry pulled back a little and then slide back in slowly, Crookshanks seemed to spread his back legs wider and push back, Harry sank further and further in, his thrust fell into a firm groove. Crookshanks seemed to want more pushing back, low animalistic growls of need and strange mating ritual cries echoed through the room. Harry couldn\'t help but reply with his own growls of need, his repeated thrust rocket through his body. With the curl of his toes he move further forward, Crookshanks lifted his rear higher as Harry repeatedly thrust into him.

He held on to the slim hips of the cat, trying not to hurt him but all the same full filling his own need, His thrust grew faster and more frantic as his released neared, he was holding tighter now, more feverent. He murmured silly things, things one usually whispered to a lover, but none of them seemed to fit this one, then it hit him \"pretty kitty.\" whispered over and over again, \"pretty kitty\" tumbled from his dry lips. He slammed into that tightly little rump, embedded in it, small movements of his thrusts, his movements wild and frantic, he reached up and scratched the rear of his pretty kitty, with that a wild feral howl escaped Crookshanks and with that the cat sprayed the bed clothing. The tightening of the heat Harry was embedded in contracted as the cats own orgasm hit. The pulsating contraction was too much and with one more thrust he sank in to his pretty kitty and came. He slide out easily as he collapsed forward, the cat rear leaking with the seed he had released with in , he lay there at the foot of his bed, the gleam of sweat and semen mixed together, curled on his side and Crookshanks pressed against his chest, laying on his back with paws in the air purring contently. Harry shut his eyes just for a moment slipping into a comfortable content sleep.


***


Ron sat up glad it was finally over. He innocently rubbed his sleepy eyes with the back of his hand. He padded lightly over to Harry\'s bed, the curtains were shut though slightly astrew. He parted the curtains to see the beds duvet and usually crisp sheets kicked to the side of the bed. Harry had one arm wrapped around a pillow and Crookshanks, Hermione’s cat was sleeping next to Harry\'s head wrapped in a tight ball that only seemed comfortable to cats. Ron looked down at Harry a gleam of sweat seemed to glisten his body, fearing his best friend would get a child thd then sick he pulled the duvet from the foot of the bed and covered his friend.

Harry stirred in his sleep reaching out a sleepy hand searching for his "pretty kitty". Touching the fur of his "pretty kitty" a smug smirk on his face, his body still content with his earlier actions he pulled the cat closer to him, \"pretty kitty\" he murmured.

Ron snorted.

Harry\'s eyes shot open. Crookshanks lay in the crook of his arm, a sweat stained pillow clutched to his chest. The uncomfortable feel of wetness laced through his lower half. Startled Harry rolled suddenly and fell out of bed, he stood swiftly, damp boxers clinging to his pale legs.

\"You okay mate?\" Ron eyes shot down to Harry\'s stained boxers and back up again. He smirked knowingly.

Harry looked down startled, Crookshanks lay lazily on the bed: one leg in the air licking himself, Crookshanks looked up smirking at he boy then returned to his task.

Harry whimpered, wide eyed he stood there in his wet stained boxers not sure what had happened, his eyes darted to the cat, to the darkened window, to the snores of Neville, suddenly very aware that it had all been a dream he grabbed suddenly to pull the duvet to cover his stain. His mouth-gapped open as if to speak though no words came out.

\"It\'s okay mate, happens to everyone...wet dream…just part of growing up\" Ron nodded though he looked worriedly at Harry.

Harry shook his head quickly pulling the rest of the duvet from the bed, Crookshanks tumbled off, Ron jumped aside as the cat howled a scared cry of anger. By the time he looked up Harry was dashing for the bath door wrapped in the duvet.

Ron shook his head, he bent down to pick the pillows back on the bed then though better of it. He cast a quick cleaning spell and levitated the pillows back onto the bed. His hand already out stretched he petted Crookshanks instead, a quick scratch behind the ear, \"pretty Kitty\", he whispered.

The End
Black Cat

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