From the
moment he laid eyes upon Sirius Black during the sorting ceremony, Peter
Pettigrew was in love. He adored the mischievous grin and deep pale eyes. He
was infatuated by the strong Quidditch-toned body. He admired the roguish
attitude and quick wit. Sirius was everything Peter wanted to be, and
everything Peter wanted to be part of.
Peter more
than loved the young man; he lusted after him. Even since
before he knew the names for those urges, he felt them for Sirius. Every
time his friend spoke, moved, breathed. Back before they were friends, he’d
longed to know Sirius better. And after they became friends, he still did not
know as much as he would have liked. He always wanted more, and wanted it all.
Sometimes he even made up nightmares just so Sirius would let him crawl into
bed for the night. Sometimes Peter would lie down in his own bed for the night,
snuggling into his pillows and hugging a stuffed animal to his chest, and think
about every aspect of Sirius until he fell asleep.
He did not
fully understand this strange pull he felt towards Sirius until their fifth
year at Hogwarts. That was the year that most people began pairing off for
dates or shags. Unfortunately, it was also the year that Sirius had begun
dating Remus. It had been painful at first, walking in on the two snogging or
worse. But it had also shown Peter what Sirius’ kisses looked and probably felt
like. He knew what to expect from the man who was already perfect at everything
else. It only made Peter want him more.
Peter
believed Remus Lupin to be the luckiest bloke in the world. Everyone Peter had
ever met, everyone Peter knew, wanted Sirius Black. And while Sirius played
with many of them, Peter was sure Remus was the only one Sirius had ever shared
himself completely with. Peter was jealous of their loving stares, their
touches, their cute shared compliments. Peter wanted to have Sirius in that way
so badly, and he had ever since he’d fallen in love. Which, again had been ever
since he’d seen Sirius.
But it was
during their fifth year that they finally mastered the animagus transformation
that allowed them to be around Remus during his time as a werewolf. Peter was
not entirely certain it was a good idea to be around Remus, but went along with
the plan so they wouldn’t think him a coward. But once they’d done it, it had
been great fun to be out and about beneath the full moon. Plus it meant
squeezing under James’ invisibility cloak with Sirius and the close contact was
a highly enjoyable experience.
But beyond
the adventures and touching, there had been the sight of Sirius’ animagus form.
Sirius, who looked so attractive normally, had become a great, black dog. Though
he didn’t let on, Peter was enthralled by it. Whenever there was a question of
transportation he, as a rat, always chose Padfoot to perch upon rather than
Moony or James. He liked to get lost in the thick black fur and feel the warmth
right up against his body. It wasn’t that he was in love with dogs so much as a
certain dog. One that Sirius’ animagus form just happened to resemble too
closely to escape Peter’s notice.
*
Peter lay
awake at night, listening to Sirius and Remus in the bed across the room. They
usually kept to snogging until they were sure the other two Marauders were
asleep. This night, however, they had begun their love-making earlier than
usual without noticing the lack of snores from the direction of Peter’s bed.
Peter could
hear the sound of eager lips against skin and of heavy breaths and soft moans. With
such sounds, he could easily imagine himself right in the middle, being touched
and tasted. It did not take more than a minute of listening before his cock was
hard and straining again his white and blue striped pajama bottoms. It wasn’t a
minute after that before he reached down and pulled it free. He slipped his
shorts off then took his shirt and socks off as well.
During the
process, he pushed his covers down so that he lay naked on the bed sheet. Peter
made sure all the curtains around his bed were pulled securely shut, then he pulled his stuffed animal out from beneath his
pillows.
He had had
this big black dog for as long as he could remember. There were even photos of
him snuggling it in his crib as a child. Over the years, his fondness for it
had only increased, though he hid it to avoid teasing from his friends. He was
supposed to have outgrown sleeping with stuffed animals by now and moved on to
more mature things. But what they wouldn’t understand was that those mature
things also involved his stuffed animal.
The dog had
a kind-looking face if you tilted its head and really looked, but otherwise it
looked mean and tough. In his younger years, Peter fancied taking it to bed so
that it could protect him while he slept. It legs dangled freely from its body and
its ears were two small triangles. Its nose was plastic and cold to the touch,
but Peter kissed it and breathed hot breaths against it and it warmed in
seconds. He kissed it again, but thought it silly to snog it the way he would a
lover.
He nuzzled
his face into its, feeling the incredibly soft fur against his cheeks and
sensitive lips. Even if there had not been the sounds of sex wafting over from
the other side of the room, Peter would have been hard by now. He squeezed the dog
to his chest in a tight hug. The plushie’s fur felt
so good against his skin. Soft. Warm. Comforting. There was nothing so
good as it in the whole world, he was sure.
As he
stroked the head of his dog with one hand, he reached down with the other and
stroked himself. The sounds his two friends were making grew a little quicker
and a little more desperate. He decided he did not have the luxury of time
tonight. But, luckily, he was already hard and leaking.
His hand
slid fast up and down his short cock as he moved the dog over his chest. It
caressed his nipples and his sides in a way that did not tickle him. It slid
over his stomach and did not voice an opinion about his weight problem the way
anyone else might. Instead, it seemed to like that there was more of him to
cover.
Peter
smiled as he moved it downward, all the while keeping his eyes on its. So
strong and comforting… he wanted to fuck it so very badly.
The fur met
his crotch. First the tail slid up and down alongside his cock, and then the
whole dog did. Its stomach was the perfect length when pressed against his
crotch, and its hind legs dangled loosely, slapping against his balls. Peter
groaned silently while Sirius and Remus groaned out loud. He could imagine what
it might be like to be with them… but he was certain it would not feel as good to
him as his dog did.
He brought
two fingers up to his lips and kissed them. Then he placed his fingers against
the dog’s nose to transfer the kiss. He smiled down at it for one moment
longer, but that was as long as he could wait.
His large
thighs gripped the dog between as he rolled over onto his stomach. With the dog
under him, his crotch was raised off the bed a little, and his whole cock was
up against the unbelievably warm and soft fur.
There was a
small tear in it, through which he sometimes slid his cock, thrusting into the
stuffing, feeling it all around him. But tonight he needed to go more quickly
and couldn’t spend the time on that. He tightened his hold. His hips bucked
downwards with irresistible urgency. The stuffed animal gave as he made his
thrusts, its insides as soft as its outsides. It squished as he threw his whole
weight into each thrust, but it stayed there, just as soft and soothing as ever
as he humped it.
It was all
he needed, all he wanted. It was the most pleasurable and purest sensation he
had ever felt. No matter how many times he experienced it, it was always
comforting and exciting each and every time. He imagined Sirius’ grin when he
found out how perverted and mischievous Peter was and imagined Sirius’
excitement to find that he was the source of so many of Peter’s fantasies. He
came only after he heard the recognizable moans from Remus and Sirius. Peter
pretended he was right there in the middle of them and pretended their moans
were because of what he was doing. He lost himself to the bliss of skin sliding
against fur.
Afterwards,
he wiped the dog off and pulled the covers up over himself. He cuddled the dog
to his chest, rubbing his cheek against his head. He could clean it up properly
in the morning. Now, he just wanted to snuggle it warmly and bask in the
pleasure.
*
Huddling
under the invisibility cloak, Sirius, James, and Peter quickened their pace. The
sun was setting, and Madam Pomfrey had already left Remus at the Shrieking
Shack. Their plans required them to jump into action the moment Remus was
transformed and there was no time to lose. Besides, Remus always seemed to like
it best when he transformed while surrounded by his friends.
“We’ll have
to transform and run the moment we get inside the tree,” whispered James. “Think
you can keep up, Wormtail?”
Sirius
answered for him. “He can ride on my back again. He doesn’t mind that, do you,
Wormtail?”
Peter
flushed brilliantly and shook his head. “I don’t mind at all,” he answered
meekly. He was already hard from being in such close proximity to Sirius… but
could barely contain himself at the thought of burying his whole body in the
dark black dog fur.