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The following is the answer to a challenge set by the wonderful Slash Muse. An MST of it can be found in her excellent yahoo club: http://groups.yahoo.com/grSlasSlash_Grievances/
I deserve to be flamed for this. Seriously, if I read that I'd flame myself. Challenge or not part of me wanted to delete the following and pretend I never went there.
TITLE: Squeak
AUTHOR: Mimine
PAIRING: Fred/George/Scabbers. Not entirely consensual.
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ARCHIVING: You want this? Ask and you can have it. I'm easy.
DISCLAIMER: JKR owns all things Potter and I'm not her. I pray to whatever god is listening that she will never get to read this and decide to sue me. Written for my sick jollies, not money.

Fred and George Weasley had been lovers ever since they could remember. It came naturally to them, as just another thing they did together. The problem with having started so young was that by the age of 15 they had already done just about everything two male wizards can do to each other.
They were lying in bed naked. It was a Hogsmeade weekend and they knew they wouldn't be interrupted. George was poring over a volume on rare potions trying to find a half-decent transformation potion to be used in their latest Weasley Weeze. Fred was also reading something, a glossy, Muggle porno magazine.
"How about tea-bagging?" Fred asked.
"What is that?"
"You sit on someone's face and dip your balls in their mouth."
"That's it?" George asked, wetting his finger to turn the page.
"Yes. Sounds boring, I'll admit. How about fisting?"
"I don't fancy another trip to the Infirmary to get my sphincter shrunk again. Same applies to that brilliant idea of yours with the molten wax."
Fred shrugged. "You said you liked it at the time." He turned a page. "How about that Muggle contraption we borrowed from Dad?"
"The vibrator wouldn't work here. It's eclectic. I owled it to Ginny to put it back to its place."
"Are you sure she won't put it anywhere it shouldn't be?"
"I like to think she won't understand what it is. You're such a pervert sometimes, Fred," George said affectionately.
"Part of my charm," his twin purred. He put the magazine over the thick tome George was studying. "Any thoughts on this?"
"Gerbiling, fact and myth?"
"Read it."
After several "ews' and "oh, mys' George put down the magazine. "I think a Niffler would be good for that."
"If I had a Niffler he'd be out there looking for gold, not exploring your anal passage."
"My anal passage? Who says we'll do it?"
"Come on! Admit it, you want it!"
"Well, fine, I'll admit that I am curious." And quite aroused as the stirring in his cock indicated.
At just that moment a frazzled rat run into the twins' room. Under normal circumstances he avoided the incestuous little bastards who had seen him as a test subject for their pranks rather than a pet. But these were not normal circumstances for Scabbers. That sharp-clawed orange monster the big-haired, buck-toothed know-it-all insisted on carrying with her wherever she went, had made it its life's ambition to have him for lunch. Or dinner. Or breakfast. Or a midnight snack. All hours of the day the Animagus lived with the fear of his life.
"Well, well, take a look at that -" Fred (or was it George?) said.
The nasty brats were naked. Peter wasn't surprised. The moment they had some time alone they'd be on each other. They would provide quite a show forcing the rat to indulge in auto-fellatio to relieve himself. In that respect, being the twins' pet had had its advantages compared to Percy's clinical detachment and Ron's overbearing affection. Not that the young boy's bed wasn't comfortable but the farts were something else not to mention that Scabbers had to sleep with one eye open to avoid getting flattened or squeezed within an inch of his life.
"Scabbers!" One of the red-headed perverts said rubbing his hands with delight. "Your timing is perfect!"
Pardon me?
"Oh, you're evil!" the other twin said with a twinkle in his eyes that Peter didn't appreciate at all. "Ron would never forgive us."
"Ron will never know."
Scabbers gave out a snarl. *Whatever it is you little deviants it can't be worse than what is waiting for me out there. I'll take it! Yellow fur, singed whiskers, corkscrew tail - I'll take it like a man!*
George eyed Scabbers doubtfully. "Isn't he a little big?"
"He looks fine to me," Fred said, licking his lips. His cock was thrilled at the idea, jutting proudly from the nest of red curls.
"We'll have to work on the mechanics of it. Explaining to Madam Pomfrey why my arse looks like a battlefield is not a pleasant prospect."
"Then you will do it!" Fred said, clapping his hands with excitement.
"You talked me into it," his brother replied coyly.
Scabbers' beady eyes went from one identical face to the other, his heart beating twice as fast with trepidation. What were they on about?
"A jaw locking hex then?" Fred said thoughtfully. "And we should do something about those claws."
"Coming to think of it, though, Muggles don't have that luxury. Perhaps we'd be missing the point."
"It's your arse, brother."
Pettigrew was starting to get an idea of what the two little sex maniacs wanted to do to him, or rather with him. If only he couldn't hear Crookshanks scratching the door!
"Fine. Jaw locked but leave the claws," George said. "Sounds like a fair compromise."
Both twins were excited now, identical cocks standing proud.
Peter gave out a loud squeak before the jaw locking hex hit him. Not loud enough for Ron to hear it at Hogsmeade and come rescue him.
Fred took the frightened rodent in his hand. "Now, now, don't be silly." He turned to his brother who lay on the bed on his hands and knees. "Ready, George? Let me stretch you."
George sat back, raising his arse eagerly. Fred scooped some of the strawberry sce lub lubricant he and George had patented and inserted two fingers in his twin's arsehole. George took in the fingers, his muscles squeezing and relaxing on them slowly.
"You want me to do this, don't you, you little whore," Fred said silkily, scissoring his fingers.
"Mmmm, I'm ready. Put him in me."
Scabbers gave out a series of muffled squeaks as Fred led him close to the gaping arsehole which contracted with anticipation at the feel of his whiskers.
*This isn't happening to me! Let go! Aargh! *Sickly sweet strawberry scent filled his nostrils as he took a deep breath, thinking it would quite possibly be his last. His head was in and his front paws followed. He scratched feebly at the soft, puckered skin, backing against the fingers that were pushing him in. *They'll kill me. Sick little bastards, what a way to go!*
The strong hand pulled Scabbers out.
"No! That was! Oh, my! Put him back in!" George cried out.
Peter would rather be anywhere else. In a nice sewer getting beaten up by stronger, meaner rats "“ story of his life be it in human or animal form - , giving head to Voldemort, even taking an Arithmancy exam - all those horrors had become fond memories compared to being shoved up someone's arse. *That's it! If he stuffs me in again I'll transform in his guts and kill the bastard!*
"Deep breath, Scabbers," Fred instructed then pushed the panting rodent in again.
Peter scratched and struggled, his pathetic cries muffled in the tight heat, lubricant, blood and who knows what else soiling his fur.
George thrashed on the bed, his arse working on the small, furry body until only Scabbers' tail was sticking out. His cock was leaking on the sheets. Fred was staring at the scene with eyes burning with passion, masturbating furiously himself and his brother at the same time.
*Goodbye cruel world. Should let let the cat eat me.* Peter didn't have the strength to transform and mourned his ignominious death still trying to back out of the tight channel.
Fred came, his spunk hitting George's quivering thighs as well as his arsehole from which a small hind leg and a tail were sticking out, still moving weakly.
"Shite!" Fred cried out as his orgasm subsided.
George squeezed and relaxed his muscles quickly as his climax drew near.
Fred took a hold of the small leg. "George, relax a little, let me get Scabbers out to breathe!"
Through the haze of pleasure George heard that, he squeezed one final time on the no longer struggling rat then let go his climax spilling on the sheets, his belly and his brother's hand.
Fred pulled the rodent out. He pressed on the tiny chest and found a weak pulse.
"Oh, fuck, that was amazing," George murmured.
"We're in luck! He's alive - I forgot about him," Fred said sheepishly.
Peter opened his eyes. He was nose to nose with one of the twins.
"Hi there," George said. "Thanks! You did an excellent job!"
Peter focussed on breathing, still unable to believe that he had made it. He'd scratch the little bastard's freckled nose but he didn't seem to have the strength.
*I want my Ron,* he thought miserably wondering whether getting intimate knowledge of the other twin was in the agenda.
"Fred, you must try this!"
*Use someone else's pet! I'm off to find Crookshanks.*

A/N: *ducks* You read it? Your really read this? Ok... next is worse. But it's the last one. And it's not like I'm making you read these stories, is it?

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