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Animal Instinct	By : Thundergod17 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 24494 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: All the characters are 18 or above. J K owns Harry Potter not me.

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- 1-Magnetism
- 2-Vengeance
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Animal instinct

Hermione Granger tossed and turned on her mattress, unable to quench that burning desire to know more about Sirius’s whereabouts, whom she had personally helped to escape a fate worse than death.

Stealthily getting out of her bed, Hermione peeked at Ginny’s slumbering form, before rearranging her bolster and quilt in a vaguely human-sized shape, and tiptoeing out of the room.

Climbing the creaky stairs with feather-light steps, she finally reached Harry’s bedroom, previously used by Charlie Weasley, hoping to grill her best friend about Sirius.

After knocking softly on the wooden door, a couple of times, and getting no response she let out a frustrated huff, before pulling out her wand and silently opening the door, slipping inside.

And stopped dead in her track to find an empty bed with no sign anywhere of his wayward friend.

Knowing her friend’s penchant for inviting trouble if left unsupervised for too long, Hermione Granger spun her wand in her hand,

Point me, Harry Potter.

A spell that she had created in her previous year’s arithmancy class specifically keeping in mind Harry’s history.

Her wand whirled like the magnet of a broken compass for a few seconds before stilling and pointing her in the direction of the Weasley family orchard.

Honestly,

That boy…..

Huffing in anger, Hermione Granger tied her frizzy hair in a messy ponytail, thankful for wearing a full-sleeve top and sweatpants for the night, and started her journey of retrieving her friend, fully intending on giving him an earful.

Getting out of the Burrow silently, Hermione started her brisk walk in the direction of the orchard, following her wand’s direction, the silver light of the moon bathing her busty physique and gorgeous face, highlighting her flawless pale skin, making her look like an ethereal goddess.

Anticipating different scenarios of tomfoolery, her friend might be engaging in, at this time of the night, Hermione crossed a huge oak tree, skipped over its spread wide roots to avoid tripping, and came to a sudden stop.

And stared.

And stared some more.

The scene in front of her very eyes caused her mouth to open in a wide “O”, staring with horrified fascination, she murmured to herself.

“No fucking way”

Eighteen-year-old Harry Potter pranced around in the Weasley family grounds, enjoying the way the moonlight danced across his glossy, shiny feathers, and the dark brown undercoat of his powerful frame, rippling with his every movement.

He couldn’t ever remember feeling this much pride from any of his previous achievements.

Disobeying Sirius’s strict order of not transforming without any adult supervision, Harry sneaked out of the Burrow, the first chance he got, after everyone went to sleep, damn with the consequences.

He could still remember his awe at seeing professor McGonagall transform into her feline form at his first-ever Transfiguration class, silently promising himself to achieve the same as early as possible.

Keeping his self-study hidden from his friends turned out to be a chore, and so was hiding his burgeoning skills in the transfiguration class.

Thankfully he prevailed.

And last year learning his dad’s and his friend’s stories of achieving animagus transformation during their OWL year lit a fire in his belly, vowing to achieve it by his fourth year.

And lo and behold…

A few pointers from his on-the-run godfather and the unlimited spare time at the Dursley residence allowed him to complete the transformation before even completing his eighteenth birthday, breaking the marauder’s record by almost two years.

Ha, take that Padfoot.

And his animagus form…

A merlin damned Hippogriff.

A magical animagus was almost unheard of but look at him, breaking barriers and doing unthinkable things almost regularly.

Shaking his eagle head and twisting his neck to focus on a scurrying rodent in the orchard with his vastly superior eyesight, Harry almost glided with his massive dark brown almost black wings, capturing the fat rat with his clawed feet and crushing its head with the sharp talons on his front claws.

“Oh, my, what a gorgeous creature in our backyard!” a loud feminine gasp followed the arrival of the Weasley family matriarch, causing Harry to almost flinch in surprise.

The thrill of a hunt had made him completely blindsided, unaware of his surroundings.

Cursing his stupidity, and preparing to unfurl his wings and fly away, he almost let out a loud screech, feeling a soft, small hand petting his breast feathers.

“Such a handsome boy” Mrs. Weasley cooed, encouraged at his easy acceptance of her touch.

Harry accepted that there is no escaping the attention of the Weasley matriarch and started to enjoy her hands traveling over his feathers, softly caressing the glossy silk-like textures there.

Focusing on his left eye to follow her hand’s movements, his eagle head did a double take.

What the hell?

Usually decked in frumpy, oversized clothes completely covering her figure, the Molly Weasley standing before him seemed like a completely new person to the one he remembers from memory.

Decked in a thin almost see-through black negligee with thin shoulder straps, the cups of her dress seemed entirely inadequate to hold those gigantic breasts, stretched to the extreme under their immense weight.

And he thought madam Rosmerta was the bustiest woman he had ever met.

Giving a mental snort, his dark green round pupils dilated even more, to see the bottom of that dress doesn’t even reach the middle of her thighs, giving him a teasing view of her hairless pussy, not obstructed by any flimsy knickers.

Fucking hell.

Who knew Ron’s mom was such a bombshell?

His mental musing was broken by the whisper of the aforementioned woman, hand now kneading his muscular hindquarters.

Hand traveling along his abdomen, his entire being got an electric jolt when her left hand reached his massive sack of penis, small hands barely encircling the humongous hairy organ.

Shuffling nervously on his hind legs, Harry tried to get out of the women’s grasp when her grip on his cock got painfully tight, right hand joining in the forceful ministrations, cutting any further action from him.

“You know, young stallions like yourself shouldn’t wander out of the safety of your herd.” Molly Weasley purred seductively, mauling and jerking his tackle furiously, trying to bring forth the massive rod, hidden in its fleshy sieve.

Harry tried to twist his neck, bunching his neck feathers in the process, eyes wide in panic, feeling himself getting aroused from his friend’s mother’s devious actions.

Giving a soft neigh to attract the attention of the enamored woman, Harry dug his hooves into the soil, unintentionally thrusting into her hand causing her to intensify her hand motions.

“I have been planning to apparate to the nearby stable to see if any stallion is in heat there, but to find a freaking Hippogriff in my own home…” Molly Weasley crowed jubilantly. “Mommy’s going to get stuffed tonight!”

If Harry was in his human form, he would probably have been disgusted at the Weasley woman’s creepy habits, but in his animagus form, with his senses and morality dulled by his inner beast’s more instinctual needs and desires, her desire to have sex with his hippogriff form only released a massive amount of oxytocin and testosterone in his body, priming his body for a night of ferocious mating.

Molly Weasley let out a loud gasp as before her very eyes, the fleshy sack of the young stallion’s penis split open, and a massive flared dome burst out followed by an unending length of her arm-thick reddish-pink fleshy cylinder, filled with crisscrossed red vessels already dripping with a ton of precum.

Her mature pussy gushing in desire, cuntlips vibrating in anticipated splitting, Molly dove under the beast’s underbelly, jaws wide open and mouth filled with her saliva, stretching her pouty lips to their absolute limit, inhaling the massive flared head of the beast’s cock.

Slobbering over the massive appendage, she tried to force as much as she can in her slutty mouth, Distending her jaws in the process.

Licking over the large pisshole, Molly collected all the precum with her tongue. Swallowing the musky treat to her heart’s content.

“So good!” Molly‘s moan rang throughout the clearing, causing Crookshanks, Hermione’s pet cat roaming at the orchard to bolt from there, scared shitless.

Lengthening the strokes of her hands to encompass every inch of that monstrosity not in her mouth already, Molly starts pushing the flared head past her wide-open mouth, past her uvula, then her pharynx, intending on resting it in her esophagus, leaving a huge indentation on her throat.

And poor Harry can’t help but release soft gasping screeches, his virgin mind not accustomed to this mind-bending pleasure.

Running on instincts he was not even aware of, Harry tensed his considerable hind muscles and then starts thrusting forward intending upon ruining the promiscuous mother’s throat with his width, making sure her slutty mind always remembers this dicking that she got from her son’s best friend.
Guckh…… Glackh…..! Gackh! Guckh!
The choking sound came from the Weasley matriarch, helplessly accepting the pounding from the aroused beast.

Feeling her tears running freely at the pleasurable torture, snot bubbling from her nostrils, and rivulets of saliva dripping from her plugged-shut lips, thoroughly ruining her dress and drenching her mammaries fully in her throat slime, Molly stopped her furious jerking of the beast’s meat, one hand going straight to her leaking pussy, shoving three fingers immediately at her hot slippery depths while putting her right hands under the stallions massively inflated balls, creaming her fingers at the enormous weight of each testicle.

The only sound she could make was wet gags and choking coughs, defenseless against the beast’s ferocity all the while shouting mentally to never stop.

It feels like I am fondling a heavy coconut

That comparison in her cock-drunk mind was completely legitimate.

All the stimulation finally overcame Harry’s virgin resistance, hosing down an absurd amount of thick, smelly nut batter directly down the women’s stomach, feeding that thirsty bitch all his musky cum.

Molly Weasley was certainly not anticipating that much cum, trying to withdraw her mouth from the thick fleshy cylinder caused her mouth to immediately fill up with the smelly seed, her whorish cunt clenched and unclenched around her invading fingers after tasting the porridge-thick hippogriff jizz, wetting her hands and the underneath grass in her messy female ejaculate.

Getting on her hands and knees Molly took large gulps of air, her lungs burning at the lack of oxygen, dress partially open causing those heavy breasts to hang beneath her beast-bone, mind still not recovered from the dicking her throat-pussy received.

Harry potter slowly regained his mental facilities, the immense orgasm partially clearing his head. Slowly trotting away from the still-gasping woman, he was thinking of doing a runner when a blue spell hits his flanks, disorienting him somewhat.
What the…

Feeling the doused-out arousal roaring into an explosion, He stopped his advances toward the Burrow’s boundary, his ears caught a muttered spell.

Imperio

Feeling completely blissed out, Harry relaxed all the muscles of his powerful form, when a command reached his mind
Get on your back with your legs spread wide.

Feeling a small voice in the back of his mind shouting in indignation, the larger part of his aroused mind crushed that thought.
Following the mental command and lying on his back, Harry stared sky-wise, waiting for further instructions.

“Silly boy, you aren’t going back to your herd anymore.” Molly Weasley muttered, shredding the remains of her dress, she tossed her wand to the side. “I’m going to keep you in the shed as my pet, enjoying that horse-cock every time I’m alone.”

She crouched above the hippogriff’s prone form, lifting that massive pillar of red flesh with both hands, and started smacking it against her red pussy lips, letting out a loud gasping moan after every painful hit, not inhibiting her voice in the assurance of all her family member’s continued sleep courtesy of a sleeping potion.

Unfortunately for her, both outsiders in her home, Harry and Hermione never tasted those potioned cookies.
While Harry is underneath her, in his animagus form, Hermione has also joined the scene of debauchery, mouth agape with a stupified expression.

Hermione closed her eyes, shook her head, and reopened them again in the hope of dispelling the imagery that her tired mind had conjured, believing herself in a nightmare.

“All those times she had been spouting about chastity and saving herself for marriage and all that bullshit!” Hermione ranted mentally with a livid expression. “That hypocritical, perverted, cunt!”

It’s a shame I can’t even confide in Ginny about this incident

Hiding behind the thick trunk of the oak tree, Hermione Granger started to observe the scene in front of her eyes,

Collecting Incriminating evidence.

Her logical mind pointed out.

Not at all interested in seeing that fat badonkadonk of a hippogriff splitting a human pussy apart.

Absolutely not.

Molly Weasley rested that flared massive head against her leaking flowerpot, gyrating it against her distended wrinkly flaps of pink lips, slowly inserting the head inside of her cooch.

“Morgana’s hairy cunt! This is even bigger than that centaur cock from my seventh year” Molly’s shocked exclamation was followed by another almost inaudible feminine gasp.

Slowly descending another half a dozen inches with loud whorish moans, cunt being stretched to the absolute limit, Molly Weasley used her thigh and glute muscles to ascend upwards to the point of being almost dislodged from the fleshy monster before letting go completely, gravity causing her to take almost half of that huge horse-cock in a single go with a very loud scream of pleasure.

Fuck me….. you fucking animal…..

And with that war cry, Molly Weasley started jumping up and down as a woman possessed, mouth open in a delirious scream, pussy making obscene wet sounds.

Getting bored at being inactive for more than a dozen minutes just acting like a glorified dildo, Harry Potter started to thrust upwards against Molly’s every downward descent, knocking on the woman’s cervix and almost dislodging her in the process, causing her to hold both of the beast’s muscular hind legs to ride that furious onslaught from bellow.

Feeling the beast’s flared head scrapping against that special nerve bundles at every upward and downward journey, Molly started to feel a tingling sensation start at the tip of her scalp, rapidly descending her extremities, spreading into her massive undulating breasts then nipples, and finally reaching her lower abdomen, eyes wide in anticipation of a monumental orgasm, she screamed like a banshee.

“I’m fucking cumming……..”

And then she started squirting like a broken faucet, raining her pussy juices everywhere messily, pussy still clogged from the bestial length’s relentless pounding, drenching the dark brown coat of the hippogriff’s underbelly.

“Ungh… stop, stop you brute!”

Unfortunately for Molly the lust-driven hippogriff only intensifies his assault, chasing his ending with a single-minded focus.

“No…… it’s too much” Molly shouted hoarsely and with intense concentration cut the imperio’s link with the beast’s mind, hoping for a reprieve.

Unfortunately for her, Harry’s bestial instinct had completely taken over, suppressing the wizard’s mind.

The removal of Imperio only made the beast angry at his prone position, corkscrewing the insensate redhead’s body with his front claws, Harry put the woman on her hands and knees by pressing her forward with a titanic thrust, finally mounting her from behind, the hippogriff let out a victorious caw, delighted at the spasming muscles around his veiny member.

With monumental effort, Harry Potter finally wrenched back control of his mind from his inner beast, angry beyond reason to have his mind controlled like that.

Glaring furiously at the redheaded whore under him moaning weakly to stop, but still pushing her hips behind at his every forward thrust, Harry put both of his front clawed feet on the woman’s shoulder, gripping it tightly in his vice-grip, and planted his hindlegs stoutly, bending his flexible vertebra, he snorted through his nose.

So, you wanted to get fucked by a beast, huh?

Let me show you, you lusty whore…

When I am done with you, your cunt will forever remember the shape of my Horse-cock.

Sweat-drenched Hermione shakily raised her wand, thinking of a spell to stop the hippogriff which is currently pulverizing Molly Weasley’s cunt, despite the loud cries of the woman to stop.

She focused her eyes on the panting woman’s frame to see her still thrusting her ass behind into the beast’s savage thrust, clear white liquid continuously squirting from the abused hole.

She’s loving this.

Shaking her head in disgust, Hermione turned her back on the depraved scene, robotically walking back to the Burrow and into Ginny’s room, intent on forgetting the whole event as a bad dream.
Her drenched panties reminded her at every step that her body had betrayed her mind, enjoying the bestial mating more than her anticipation.
Cursing her horny, virgin body, Hermione got into her bed when a sudden thought made her jerk upright,
Wasn’t Harry supposed to be at the orchard?
Her brilliant mind quickly connected the dot, causing her eyes to widen at her realization.
Oh my fucking God!
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