Scullfuck

“Harry!” Tonks was stage whispering, peeping at him behind the door to her bedroom

“What?” Harry jumped, getting slightly surprised that he was being talked to at two in the morning.

“I want to try something. Care to be my guinea pig?” She said mischievously, eying Harry up and down. Harry smiled, suddenly more awake in more than one way.

“Nymph, my darling, I’m always up to try something.” Harry said, returning the sly look.

“Nymphadora. If you must use my first name, use it properly.” She rolled her eyes, which in the process turned from violet to orange. She stuck her arm out of the door and yanked Harry in by the wrist.

The door was shut behind him and they were submerged into the dark.

“It’s awful dark in here.” Harry commented.

“Don’t complain.” Her voice came.

“Lumos.” Harry muttered. The light came up on Tonks and Harry realized why she was hiding behind the door. She was stark naked.

“Like what you see?” Tonks screwed up her face and turned into Ginny.

“Good transformation.” Harry started, “The nipples are a little off. They’re a little pinker.”

He was rewarded with hot pink nipples and a tongue out.

“Not so much.” He laughed. She did the same and her outline shivered into the shape of the purple haired witch he knew best, “Thanks.”

“So I wanted to try out my metamorphamagus properties with you.”

“You always do. I didn’t know that Pansy would be so fucking tight.” He eyed hungrily, starting at her toes and lingering slightly at the still-hot-pink nipples. By the time he reached her eyes, they had changed color again. They were now the same shade as the nipples he just oogled, and the shape of them had become slightly rounder. “I can’t say that I’ve ever been turned on by pink eye.”

“I know that you’re ‘the Boy Who Lived’, but I had no idea that you were ‘the Boy Who Made Awful Jokes’ as well.” The twinkle in her right eye slowly faded. Harry quirked his brow and slightly smirked. His eyes followed Tonks’ hands as she reached for the newly formed leather strap that grazed her shoulders. He laughed out loud when the rest of her blurred to form the grizzled old man that we all know and love as Mad Eye Moody. Gone were her nice, plump thighs and replaced with one was a very solid wooden leg.

“Dear God.” Harry said, shaking his head.

“So, Harry, how kinky are you willing to get with me?” Tonks’ rich alto voice had not faded to Moody’s scratchy bass, a fact that he found endearing.

“I’ve technically fucked Moaning Myrtle. I think that one more won’t topple me over.” He smiled, noticing that the posture was still undeniable Tonks’.

“But how kinky?”

“We’ve been over this, sweet meat.” Harry leaned over to her bedside table and lit the candelabra there.

“Dessiminate.” Tonks/Moody said, casually unweaving all of Harry’s clothes.

“And the shoes?” He looked down, the leather suede trainers on his feet still in tact, apart from the laces.

“Do I have to do everything, Potter?” Moody naked with his hand on his hip in a very Nymphadora fashion was quite amusing, he had to admit.

“No, no.” He pulled them off and looked up again at Tonks who had moved to recline on the bed.

“So, how exactly am I going to become aroused by Moody?”

“Be aroused by me.” Tonks said, moving her hand over his eyes to shut them. She led him by the hand to the bed and he laid down, a small smile in place.

What he wasn’t expecting was to be turned over as soon as he lay on his back.

“What are you doing?” He asked, moving his head.

“Keep your eyes shut.” Tonks ordered. With that nice, white posterior up for grabs, who could resist? She managed to pull off the wooden leg with little difficulty, not wanting to get up for any of her less amusing toys. The leather straps that held the wood in place would do nicely.

SMACK

“What the fuck?” Tonk’s hand was on the back of Harry’s head instantly, pushing him back down into the pillow.

“Like it?”

“Yes, but what was that?” Another smack rewarded him, this time with the springy wood.

“Moody’s wooden leg.”

“What?” Another smack, “Ok, I don’t care.”

When his ass was red and nicely swollen from the spanking from Moody’s leg, Tonks reached around under him and felt that yes, indeed Harry was enjoying the bit of sadism she had an urge for. A weeping cock attested very strongly to that sentiment. He moaned as a larger, rougher hand than he was used to wrapped around it fully, Tonks enjoying the smooth, velvety feel of the skin.

“More?” She asked.

“Does it get any stranger than enjoying being spanked by Mad Eye’s wooden leg?”

“Ask and you shall receive.”

“I have an idea.”

“Really?” she grinned, a smile coming through her voice, her curiosity getting the best of her and she let him turn onto his back.

Harry let himself look up and down the new body that Tonks had supplied him with. Moody was not an attractive man, he’d give him that. His chest was covered with grizzly gray and white hair, scars criss crossing his torso and arms. Lank and thin graying dark blonde hair lay across his shoulders and face, almost helping a little to conceal the previously grievously broken nose and myriad of wrinkles. He shivered in slight repulsion and decided to go through with the plan to make Tonks pay for her bout of strange fetish.

“Exactly how far back does that magical eye go?” he asked, unbuckling the silver clasp that held the leather straps in place.

“What?” she asked, obviously wondering where he was going with this line of questioning.

“How far back into your head does the magical eye go?” He completely removed the eye ball and leather straps from her head and in its place was a four inch deep divot of smooth unblemished skin.

“Harry?”

“Perfect.” He said. A lubrication charm was performed.

“Harry!” Tonks cried as she felt Harry’s cock pressing into her scull.

“Hush. Let me have my fun.” He said, gently rutting against the smooth skin. It was strange to feel, the flesh was not supple or elastic, but hard like muscle over bone. It wasn’t all together unpleasant.

“Harry, this is strange. Ok? Ok! I quit! I don’t want to be Moody anymore! It was a bad idea!” she cried, laughing slightly.

“Say uncle, Tonks.” he said, continuing to grind.

“Uncle. Uncle, I’m saying uncle!” she cried, trying to squirm away.

“Good.” he said, “Change back.”

Moody thankfully went away, leaving in his place Nymphadora Tonks, lavender haired and slightly plump with cock sucking lips and legs for days.

“That’s better.” he said, “Never do it again.”