“Now I know
you’re staying in tonight,” Sirius
joked, pulling the feather comforter off Remus’ bed and gathering it up into
his arms.
“Tonight,
yes,” Remus agreed. He had actually been staying in more than going out lately,
but Sirius couldn’t resist dropping a hint whenever possible. “I just saw Snape
and—”
Sirius made
a face of disgust.
“That’s
just about how I looked when I drank the potion.” He smacked his lips and
wiggled his tongue. “Please, Love, give me something to get this taste out of
my mouth.” He pulled Sirius by the collar of his shirt and kissed him deeply.
His head tilted, encouraging a long, hard snog. Sirius was only more than happy
to go along with it. Sirius touched his face affectionately, caressing his
cheek and his ear and running his fingers gently through Remus’ hair. The
kissing continued, lips parting and tongues meeting.
But then
Remus pushed him away. “We haven’t much time.”
Sirius
nodded. Along with the comforter, he cleared the various books, bottles, and
picture frames from the top of the dresser and shelves. He walked them all over
to his bedroom. He returned just in time to lock the door magically. Remus was lying
naked on the bed in a fetal position.
Sirius
looked at him sympathetically. “Bet there isn’t a color for this,” said Sirius.
“Sure there
is,” Remus said softly. “People use a square of fur.”
Sirius
raised his eyebrows at Remus’ smile. “So you’re up for it, then?”
Remus
looked down at his crotch. “I’m up for it,” he agreed.
Then he
curled in on himself even more. His body began to twist and transform. Hands
flexed and became paws. His nose extended and became a snout. His eyes grew
more amber than brown and slightly changed shape. From his skin grew fur and
from the top of his arse grew a tail.
When it was
over, he looked up to see a big black dog with gray eyes staring back at him. It
nuzzled his face and he nuzzled back, then licked and nipped Padfoot’s muzzle. Padfoot
whimpered lovingly.
Moony,
however, gave a playful growl as he collected his four legs and rose to full
height. Then he leapt off the bed onto the floor beside Padfoot. He circled the
dog a few times, brushing against and biting at Padfoot’s side. He sniffed at
Padfoot’s penis and arse, deciding he was ready without their needing to mark
each other. As he rounded Padfoot’s hindquarters, he pawed once at the carpet,
then jumped up on him from behind. Padfoot’s tail rubbed against him in just
the right place, just before he slid inside.
It wasn’t
quite like the sex they had in human form, but it wasn’t quite proper wolf sex,
either. Proper sex for wolves consisted of much more thrusting, a swelled
penis, and turning around to face away from each other while still locked
together. From experience they knew it could take up to two hours for wolves to
properly have sex and the wolfsbane potion would knock Remus out sooner or
later. For their sake, and the sakes of their libidos, they wanted it to be
later.
Moony
clasped Padfoot’s hips with his front legs to hold him in place. The dog
whimpered happily and the wolf howled, giving short, desperate thrusts into his
mate. Moony’s front rubbed against Padfoot’s back and arse, and the petting
sensation against his chest was as soothing as arousing.
Padfoot’s
legs buckled and his stomach touched the floor. Moments later, Moony howled
loudly and ejaculated. He paused briefly, panting with his tongue hanging out
of the side of his mouth, then continued to thrust his hips.
Moony
thrust hard and deep, feeling the potion take hold of his senses and knowing he
had only moments. The potion let him keep his mind, even if his instincts were
still that of a wolf’s, but it also sedated him when it fully kicked in. He
wanted to tell Padfoot they had to hurry, but he could not speak and Padfoot,
even though he was a dog, did not fully understand what an urgent bark meant.
They may have both had the minds of humans, but their only way of communicating
was as canines.
With a
yelp, Padfoot raised his snout into the air and his ears fell back against his
head. He came with a howl, and Moony soon joined in with one of his own as he
came a second time.
Then Moony
slumped forward onto Padfoot’s back, spent and sated. Padfoot crawled out from
beneath and Moony blinked at him sleepily. With his teeth, Padfoot pulled the old
woolen and patched blanket down off the bed. He stood on top of it and turned
around in a circle invitingly. He pawed at it, preparing the nest, before sitting
down in the center.
Moony
inched forward then crawled onto it. He lay down, his legs folded beneath him
and his tail covering his nose. Padfoot stretched out and curled his body
around Moony. He licked Moony’s muzzle until the wolf fell fast asleep.