A Fur Tale

This was a gift fic for CarvedWood.
WARNING: This involves the Animagus spell being used in completely inappropriate ways.


A Fur Tale

Deep, deep inside the castle that housed Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, there was a small and forgotten room. Well, it wasn’t all that small and it actually hadn’t been forgotten. At least, not by two enterprising young men who were desperate for a place to lock themselves away from the rest of the world. It was their private paradise, even with the dust and occasional cobweb. It was the one place that both young men could be themselves and speak whatever it was that was on their minds. Which, at that very moment, one of them was doing, much to the annoyance of the other.

“And then he tells me that I need to learn even more defensive spells! I mean, honestly! Am I going to be the only one on the battle field?”

“Harry…”

“And Hermione is still after me to study! I am studying! I just don’t care bollocks about the proper way in which to turn a bat into a toad and then into a dinner service for twelve! I am more interested in mastering that damn shield charm!”

“Harry.”

“And stupid Ron! He actually wants me to raid your Quidditch locker and charm some poisonous snakes into your breeches!”

“Bastard!”

“Exactly. I mean, how am I supposed to do all of this and yet act like the sodden hero they want! I can’t do this anymore, is what I’ve decided. I am going to chuck it all and move to Bermuda!”

“Harry, you are seriously dampening the evening.”

Harry stopped pacing and looked at his companion with a look of incredulity. “Are you serious? Don’t you care that I am stressed beyond human limits!”

“I care,” Draco drawled. “In fact, I say we get your mind off of it, eh?”

“Draco, as impossible as it seems, I am quite sure I couldn’t even think about shagging at this moment,” Harry huffed as he fell into one of the three pieces of furniture they had found in this dusty little hideaway. There was the horribly out of date armchair that still had quite a bit of spring left in it, a small stone table with a large gash down the center of it, and an overly large settee with ugly brownish-purple cushions. Draco hopped down from his perch on the stone table and sauntered over to where Harry sat with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Come on, Potter,” Draco purred. “We can play ‘doggy’.”

Harry laughed. “No. Not until we find a rug or something for my knees.”

“No, Potter, I think you misunderstand me. I’ll show you how to really play doggy.” Draco’s eyes were full of mischievousness that had Harry sitting up in alarm. But suddenly, Draco started to melt.

“Draco!”

The other young man’s body smoothly changed and in just a moment there stood before Harry a pure white wolf! A white wolf with grey eyes and a decidedly evil grin on its face.

“What the hell!” Harry jumped up. “You… Draco! You’re a wolf! When did you learn the Animagus spell?!” Harry was in-between anger and shock and his voice showed it. A small ripple of magic and Draco stood before him again in human form.

“I have to keep some secrets, now don’t I? I bet you were expecting a ferret, weren’t you?” he asked with a smirk. He gave Harry that evil eye again. “So, Potter. Ever wanted to be fucked by a canine?”

Harry’s eyes went wide. “What?” he exploded. “Draco, that is the most wrong thing I have ever heard.”

“Come on. Think about it,” Draco crooned as he stepped closer to the brunet. “A warm downy body hugging you tight… Hips more agile at pumping than a human’s….”

Harry shivered and then realized the images playing through his head. “Draco, that has got to be sick,” he argued. “I’m not going to think about it any more.”

“Really?” Draco arched an eyebrow and then quickly melted back into the wolf.

“Draco! Stop it!” Harry took a step back, away from the animal that easily stood as tall as his hips. The wolf advanced. “Draco, no.” Then he laughed. “Bad dog! Very bad dog!”

The grey eyes stared hard at Harry and then the wolf moved, jumping up and using its considerable weight to push Harry to the ground. Harry started to scramble backwards, but a heavy furry body lay on his legs and began nuzzling about his crotch. Harry’s face flushed bright red when Draco helpfully pointed out the obvious. Harry was getting hard.

“Draco…”

The wolf began tearing at Harry’s shirt and then began gnawing on his trouser waist. Harry put his hands on the muzzle and tried pushing him away.

“Okay, Draco, stop. Don’t tear it!” Harry quickly pulled his shirt off and the wolf obligingly moved off his legs so that he could shuck his shoes, socks and trousers. One steely-eyed gaze and Harry huffed and pulled his underpants off as well. “Alright, there. Now change back so we can finish this thing properly, yeah?”

But Draco did not change back. Instead, he again moved forward. The giant head dipped down and Harry jumped.

“Ah! Your feckin nose is cold!” he huffed. The wolf looked at him as if to tell him to knock off the dramatics and went back down. Harry felt the warmth of a huge tongue and he sighed. “Draco, come on stop. That feels way too good and it’s freaking me out with you like this.”

Another swipe of the tongue and Harry held back a moan as his cock filled completely. Draco huffed and lay back down on Harry’s legs and settled in to give him a thorough tongue bath. And thorough it was. That tongue was amazing and agile, easily wrapping around and up and down. It scooped up, and got behind, Harry’s sac and Harry nearly cried out at that.

“Draco… unh, come oonnn, please change back…” Harry moaned. In answer, he got a hard head butt in his chest, making him fall over onto his back. At that, Draco got up on all fours again and really became earnest in his licking. The tongue moved into the crevice where leg met torso, and down the thighs. Then a furry head pushed up under Harry’s leg and began licking one butt cheek.

“Sweet Merlin,” Harry whispered, and though he felt really bad for doing it, he tilted a bit more to the side to give Draco more access. The wolf took immediate advantage and began licking further and further down. It lapped across the expanse of Harry’s hind end and without even knowing it, Harry had rolled completely onto his stomach. A wet tongue made its slow way along Harry’s cleft, driving the brunet crazy.

“Draco! Please change back! You’re going to drive me insane!” he growled. He got a growl in response and a cold snuffling nose right against his sac. “Ahh!” Harry pulled himself up onto his knees away from the cold nose and then a hot tongue swept right across his now exposed opening. Without any sort of conscience, Harry spread his knees a bit more and let that tongue go to town.

The wolf whined and began using its tiny front teeth to nibble at the hole, as well as licking it. Harry’s hands clawed at the stone floor and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. He couldn’t think, he could only plead. “Draco… Draco, please…”

The tongue moved away just then and Harry nearly moaned in disappointment. But then he felt a furry chest against his rear and then in the next second it disappeared and the heavy weight of the wolf settled on his back. Harry rose up on his hands in shock and he felt teeth nip his shoulder as Draco scrambled to find the right purchase on Harry.

“Draco! Draco, I don’t think…” Harry’s panicked words died as soon as he felt it. It was prodding against him, it wanted inside. And then, it was inside. Draco, but not Draco. Thinner and longer than his lover usually was, but still him. But not. Harry was thoroughly confused until a soft lick against his neck brought him back to his senses. “You are so going to owe me for destroying my sense of boundaries,” he whispered. He got another lick against his neck for that and then the wolf moved and Harry grunted at the slight burn the almost dry friction caused. Harry summoned the lube from the other side of the room and quickly grabbed a blob. He reached down between his own legs until he felt the wolf’s cock half inside him. Harry nearly blacked out at the image he knew they must make, but quickly slathered the greasy stuff around his stretched hole and then slowly felt the wolf up, spreading the lube along the exposed bits. He withdrew his hand and then lowered his head down onto his folded arms, signaling his acceptance.

The wolf whined a bit and then began pumping. Hard. Fast. Deep. The big paws dangling near Harry’s prick where the canine had wrapped around him, holding him tight as it humped him hard, were rubbing just enough against his stiffy to make him go nearly out of his mind. The speed and depth of the wolf’s thrusts were dizzying and Harry couldn’t stop from moaning and yelling. His hands grabbed his own forearms tight as his body was rocked hard. His knees ached, his hole ached, but Harry couldn’t give a damn as he got the fucking of a lifetime. The wolf’s flanks were rubbing against the outside of Harry’s thighs. Sweat was pouring off Harry’s back where the fur lay against him. He hoped it would never end and yet feared for his life if it continued much longer.

“Draco! Draco, I have to come! I have to…” Harry couldn’t finish those words for he was screaming out his climax. He felt the warmth of it splash his chest and neck. He wanted to fall flat on his stomach in exhaustion but the wolf wouldn’t let him. It held him in place, as he was humped, pumped and owned.

Harry wasn’t sure if he lost consciousness, but he did know when he felt the wolf get close and then go over the edge. The thrusts became nearly brutal and then stopped all together as it pulled out of him roughly and the paws came up on his back. Harry felt it then. The wolf’s come falling onto his back, dribbling down his crack.

*~*~*

Panting was near his ear, and Harry threw an arm around the large furry neck, pulling the wolf close. Then the fur was gone and Draco laid there, grey eyes staring into his.

“Wild, yeah?” the blond panted.

"Yeah,” Harry agreed and snuggled closer to the now fully dressed Slytherin.

It was cold on the stone floor, after all. “But one word about anyone being anyone’s bitch and I neuter you.”

Draco chuckled. “As long as I distracted you from the troubles of the world.”

“What world?” Harry asked and then yawned. He couldn’t be more relaxed right then.

The end.