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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242818 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its associated properties. They belong to JK Rowling. I make no money from the production of this work.

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AN: Some shokushu tentacle action and some anal in this chapter.

The weekend at Jennifer’s manor was off to a wet and windy start, but the Coven paid the dismal weather little heed, irrelevant as it was to their plans. Sleep had been elusive Friday night; excitement had kept them awake late, but eventually, slumber had taken them all, one by one.

Luna yawned sleepily when Parvati’s furry tail tickled her cheek.

“Come on sleepyhead,” said Parvati, “We’ll have to make our shower quick--the others are already heading downstairs for breakfast.”

“Without us?” Luna’s furry ears twitched as she frowned questioningly.

“Not if we hurry,” Parvati replied, giving Luna a steamy ‘good morning’ kiss.

“Mmm... Yummy! You taste nice,” said luna as their lips wetly parted. “Who needs breakfast? I could just eat you all up right now.”

“After our shower,” Parvati giggled.

“Or maybe during...” Luna retorted as she followed Parvati out of bed.

Luna was as good as her word. Parvati purred and meowed with delight as the steam rose around the pair of young cat-witches. The spray of hot water massaged and caressed Parvati’s supple skin as Luna’s skillful tongue roamed through the warm and sopping vale between Parvati’s thighs.

After being brought to completion, Parvati returned the favour with her fingers, all in the name of cleanliness. The bathroom echoed with Luna’s purrs and squeals of pleasure.

Shower finished, Luna shook off her fluffy white tail while she dried herself. She peered around the bathroom, looking in vain for her dressing-gown. Not seeing Parvati’s bathrobe either, she gave Parvati a puzzled look.

“That’s funny,” said Luna, “I didn’t know Jennifer’s house had Nargles. They seem to have taken our clothes.”

Parvati’s eyes widened.

“That is odd,” she said a bit squeakily.

Luna peered at Parvati strangely, then smirked.

“Well, we’re at home today anyway--who needs clothes?” said Luna breezily.

“Erm... right!” Parvati quickly agreed, flicking her sleek black tail. Luna kept giving Parvati little looks as the pair of them padded through the halls of the manor utterly naked.

“There’s really no need to be nervous Parvati,” giggled Luna. “Everyone’s seen us without clothes on before.”

“That’s true,” squeaked Parvati, grimacing.

“But it is odd that there’s no-one else here...” Luna peered around the kitchen, perplexed. Even Dobby seemed to be scarce. Parvati’s furtive expression finally piqued Luna’s wit--obviously something was up.

“Alright Parvati--spill!” said Luna eagerly. “It’s not Nargles, is it!? Everyone must be waiting for us in the barn--are we having the orgy now?”

“I’m not... It... erm... it’s supposed to be a surprise for you!” Parvati blurted out apologetically. “I’m sorry Luna!”

“Don’t be sorry. I love surprises--especially sexy ones!”

Luna grabbed Parvati’s hand and excitedly led her to the front door. Paying no notice to the roiling black clouds, or the bitter gale and the icy downpour, the naked young witches stepped outside onto the grounds of the estate. They dashed along the pathway, through the sweeping sheets of cold rain, the trees and hedgerows swaying ominously in the wind.

“We could’ve saved some time and just showered outside,” giggled Luna as she pulled Parvati towards the red brick barn. “But I suppose that would have spoiled the surprise.”

Parvati nodded, sodden strands of her hair blowing across her cheeks.

Luna gave the heavy oak side-door a push and it creaked open slowly. She stood under the gushing eaves with Parvati, nipples hardening, her burgeoning clitoris visibly peeking from its hiding place. The sight of the rest of the Coven whispering and giggling, fully clothed, was puzzling but exciting to Luna. Parvati blushed under their frankly aroused gaze.

The two naked girls shivered in the doorway, the chilly wind whipping between their thighs, goosebumps rising.

Come in and shut the door, sillies,” said Daphne. “It’s cold.”

Parvati didn’t need to be told twice. She shut the door quickly, grateful that someone had thought to set a Warming Charm on the barn.

Luna peered around, grinning. Her eye came to rest on the stone--the piece of the original Room of Requirement--which had replaced at least a half dozen of the bricks in the wall. She counted the members of the Coven--one was missing.

“Wait--where’s Harry?” asked Luna.

“Oh... he’s around,” giggled Hermione. Dora was trying her best to keep a straight face. Daphne looked a bit nervous, but Jennifer and Fleur couldn’t hide their smirks.

Luna’s curiosity and anticipation had reached a crescendo, and she was already purring in delighted wonderment when her eyes caught something writhing in the shadows. Her big round eyes turned into saucers when the tendrils slithered out of the darkness. Two of the fleshy long appendages wrapped around Luna’s ankles and snaked up her legs, entwining around them like vines. Luna gasped, beaming at Hermione when it suddenly hit her. She knew exactly what her surprise was.

“Shokushu!” Luna squealed happily. Hermione nodded and returned Luna’s grin.

Somewhere in the darkness, Hermione could sense Harry breathing a huge sigh of relief, and feeling more than a hint of amusement. Hermione had been most concerned about Jennifer’s reaction, but Jennifer had taken the plan in stride.

Of all of the Coven, Daphne had been the most anxious, but Hermione could sense her relaxing as well, seeing how much Luna was enjoying herself. Parvati had been more than game--and eager to join in when Hermione had told her the plan last night--having long known of her fiancée’s mad desires.

Luna’s fluffy white tail vibrated ecstatically as more fleshy tentacles approached her and Parvati from the shadows. The rest of the Coven felt little tingles as their panties dampened, when Luna and Parvati appeared to be ensnared in a web of fleshy cables.

The tentacles pulled apart Luna and Parvati’s legs, spreading them wide; smaller tendrils encircled their breasts, the tips nudging their rock hard nipples. Throes of bliss had already taken Luna when the first serpentine tentacle spiraled into her dripping vulva. Another unfurling and well lubricated appendage delved into her rear entrance.

Luna’s purrs and meows of rapturous joy were suddenly muffled when a third undulating appendage plunged into her throat. Parvati was delightedly squirming, similarly subjected to the intrusion of three long, waving tentacles.

Hermione purred loudly, her fingers pressing her skirt into the moistening region between her thighs. Harry--still hidden in darkness and shadow--almost missed his cue, distracted as he was by the delicious sensation of having multiple penises ensconced in warm inviting sheaths. He was barely holding on, but Harry was determined that the pleasure of his wife and companions would come first today.

Harry still coudn’t quite believe how simple the basic process was for growing numerous extra extensions of his penis. He’d woken up early and practiced for an hour before Hermione had told him it was time to set everything up and get ready for Luna.

Feeling Luna’s and Parvati’s tightnesses gripping his many shafts as they climaxed, and hearing his wife’s purrs of pleasure reminded Harry that it was time. With a wave of his wand, Hermione’s clothes tore themselves to shreds as they flew from her body. Hermione giggled when Daphne squeaked, startled by Hermione’s sudden nudity. In no time at all, Hermione herself was as entrapped and impaled by the wriggling tentacles as the other two cat-witches.

No longer content to be mere spectators, Dora and Fleur couldn’t take it any more. Quickly they stripped off each other's clothing and began fondling one another. Jennifer raised her eyebrows at Daphne and grinned.

“Ready?” asked Jennifer.

“...as I’ll ever be!” panted Daphne, fluttering her eyelashes coquettishly.

The last two clothed members of the Coven removed their garments in a trice. Soon the entire Coven was moaning and writhing, pleasuring and devouring each other with fingers and hungry mouths while Harry’s tentacles eventually found their way to each and every one of them.

In the darkness, beads of sweat rolled down Harry’s face as he tried to hang on, but giddiness finally began to overcome him. He honestly had no idea how he’d managed to keep himself together so long. Harry could feel himself deep inside each and every member of the Coven: Hermione, Parvati and Luna, Dora, Fleur, and Daphne and Jennifer--all connected as one--connected as never before in an endless circle of bliss.

Squalls of Euphoria began to sweep through the entire Coven. Cascading tremors of ecstasy rippled through them again and again as the whirling Vortex of Magic grew larger and larger.

Finally it was too much, and Harry convulsed, swept away by the tsunami. He exploded, releasing himself in wave after wave--erupting like a geyser--injecting a flood of his sticky essence into the entire Coven’s depths. As the passionate fervor of the Coven fed back in on itself, Harry found himself as awash in uncontrollable multiple cascading climaxes as the others.

The Magic arced like bolts of lightning as the moans and meows of the Coven echoed throughout. The Barn lit up, bathed in the pulsating silvery luminescence emanating from the Coven, brighter than any moment to date.

Filaments of Magic--all colours of the rainbow--branched from the major crackling arcs bursting from the Coven and began crawling across the walls, ceiling, and floor of the barn. The stone from the Room of Requirement glowed intensely.

There was one last blinding flash of light... and it was over. The Coven fell into Oblivion.

When Harriet came to--several hours later--in the midst of a very sticky pile of glowing, luminous witches, she gave Hermione a puzzled look. Giggling, Hermione found her wand and conjured up a towel to wipe away the excess semen from her face and hair before answering Harriet’s unspoken question.

“I’m really not certain Harriet, but if I had to guess, I’d say that either the Coven Magic--or, more likely--you yourself unconsciously forced the change after you’d spent yourself. You’ve just been the ultimate expression of maleness... and I think a big part of you just needed to be a girl again after all of that!”

Harriet peered in amazement at all of the girls around her--drenched in Shokushu-Harry’s semen--and couldn’t help a laugh escaping. She clapped her hand to her mouth immediately, a guilty expression on her face.

“Yeah,” she muttered, “I see what you mean...”

“Mmm but it was fun Harriet,” said Luna dreamily.

“Please... don’t feel guilty, Harriet...” said Daphne

“...And we all enjoyed it very much. I hope we do eet again sometime,” added Fleur. Jennifer and Parvati nodded, beaming at Harriet.

“They’re right, Harriet,” agreed Dora. “That ‘as to be the kinkiest thing I’ve ever done, and I loved every minute of it.”

“Blimey... I’m bloody knackered after all of that,” Harriet chortled. “Next time, maybe you should give the Shokushu thing a go, Dora! You’re the only other metamorphmagus in the Coven after all.”

Dora turned crimson and grinned shyly back at Harriet.

“Hmm... maybe I will,” said Dora quietly. “But I’ve only ever tried bein’ a boy cosmetically--never functionally... I wouldn’t know where to begin.”

“Erm... well I suppose I could help with that a bit,” said Harriet. “Though Hermione is really the one who understands best how all of the plumbing works.”

“Well, all you need is the diagrams really...” Hermione reddened. “Speaking of transformations, look at the barn.”

“Wow! You’re right!” exclaimed Jennifer. “That’s amazing. It looks like the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts--like a castle made out of stone I mean... instead of bricks...”

“Let’s test it out,” said Daphne eagerly.

“I’m so worn out, I can’t even think about training...” groaned Harriet, “And I’m the one who wanted it the most.”

“Well, never mind Harriet,” chimed in Hermione. “We’re just supposed to be relaxing on weekends anyway--Pomfrey’s orders.”

“Yeah,” said Jennifer, “Just think of something fun, Harriet.”

“Er... well given the dreadful weather outside--maybe it’ll make some place sunny for us?” began Harriet. “But why don’t you guys chose!?”

“Oooh, I know just ze place,” cooed Fleur.

Fleur grinned and closed her eyes. A few moments later, the Coven found themselves on a bright sandy beach, the blue-green waters of the sea sparkling in the sunlight and lapping at the shore.

“Oh! The Côte d'Azur!” squeaked Hermione joyfully. “It’s gorgeous...”

“Oui!” Fleur nodded and beamed radiantly. “Zis is famous nude beach--but here, ees only for us.”

“Bloody brilliant Fleur!” grinned Dora, conjuring up a pair of sunglasses.

~o0o~
“Madam Lestrange,” Percy bowed stiffly as he took a seat across the table from the notorious Dark witch. He had to admit, that despite having grown accustomed to the necessity of working with such people, that she still made him feel a bit uncomfortable... Or maybe it was the way that she was looking at him, almost hungrily.
“Well, aren’t you scrumptious!? Come now my dear boy,” purred Bellatrix Lestrange. “Why so formal? You and I are almost old friends now. Perhaps if Dolores would allow, we could spend some time to get to know one another... more intimately.”

Percy couldn’t help eyeballing Bellatrix’s cleavage as she thrust her breasts towards him and batted her long Dark lashes. He blushed furiously and gulped, surprised to find himself growing warm.

Dolores Umbridge chuckled and inclined her head slightly.

“Well, as long as you leave Percy in one piece, my deputy is free to fraternise with anyone who supports our mutual agenda,” Dolores offered sweetly. “It is entirely up to him...”

“Erm...” Percy swallowed nervously again.

Lestrange was oddly compelling, though Percy had never supposed that he might fancy an older woman of Dark proclivities. But it had been a long time since he’d had a bit of fun after all. Percy supposed that under the circumstances, it was only natural that he would find Bellatrix alluring--especially given the extremely low cut of the black dress she was wearing.

Bellatrix seemed almost able to read Percy’s mind.

“Perhaps later then... after the meeting?” she said with a smirk.

“Anyway, you know why we’re here, Bellatrix,” Dolores began. “My contact on the Committee for Statutory Violations informs me that the vote on Monday in the ICW is likely to go Dumbledore’s way.

“If that is indeed the case, then my ability to travel abroad will be seriously curtailed. However, Percy and I have a plan to draw out Dumbledore and Potter which will require your expertise. And if our plan is effective, then it matters little how the vote at the ICW goes... Eventually--should all go as planned--our friends overseas will see their own opening to taking back Power for the Pure of Blood in their own nations...”

AN: A thank you to my latest reviewer Joe_Rogue. :)
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