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Summary
– Harry goes into heat

Warnings: Cat!Harry, PWP, anal,
object penetration, HJ, SoloM. Pretty George centric

Can be
read as a stand-alone, but sort of goes with Pretty Kitty

Story
so far – Harry's a cat/human hybrid that Ginny turned him into
while trying to give him a love potion. He's with the twins, who are
as mischievous as ever. They're at Grimmauld Place for
Christmas.

Harry practically
purred as he woke up. It was a slow, calm awakening, so different
from
his usual mornings when he shot out of bed from either the twins
pulling his tail, or a nightmare.

He was on his stomach in
bed, the thick quilt shielding him from the cold of the room. He
stretched, arms rising to the head of the bed and claws digging into
the headboard. His torso pressed against the mattress.

Harry
gasped suddenly, eyes flying wide open. Fuck,
he thought, as his cock, which he hadn't even noticed being erect,
brushed against the bed. He squirmed, feeling his erection grow
harder, more blood pounding into it. He pushed against the bed, eyes
sliding shut at the feeling.

What
the hell am I doing? he
suddenly asked himself, realising he was just about to rut against
the bed like a cat in heat. He was no animal.
He was more than half human!

He was about to sit up and remove
the temptation of the solid bed from his treacherous mind, when the
sheets shifted with his movement, just touching his cock through his
pyjama trousers.

And then he was gone in a rush of white heat
and red waves, rubbing against the bed, hands uselessly gripping the
edge of his bed as he pressed his dick against the mattress, moving
his body up and down, trying to find some bloody friction!

“Ah,
Merlin,” he moaned, pressing down firmly, then lifting himself
and pressing his body down again. It felt so good.

But
there still wasn't enough friction, enough grip. His cock slid
teasingly against the bed, the movement too smooth, too flimsy. He
wanted to move his hand down, take himself firmly and wank for all he
was worth. But his claws refused to retract and he didn't have the
concentration to force them back, so he'd only end up hurting himself
if he even tried.

His cat tail flicked back and forth in
increasing agitation as he worked himself up but couldn't find any
release. It brushed against his bare back, and Harry grunted at the
almost tickling feeling of fine hairs against his sweaty skin.

His
eyes flew open suddenly as an idea struck him. He stopped in his
frantic movement, craning his head back to look at his tail, which
flicked, almost in question, at him.

A few moments later and
Harry was dashing across the room, locking the door. Ron had
disappeared, but he didn't want to risk him coming back. Harry then
darted back to his bed and sat with his back against the headboard.

He gingerly tried to pull down his trousers, but his claws
got caught in the cotton and he decided to abandon that idea all
together, moving his hands down to clench the quilt beneath him in
his fingers.

His tail was slowly inching closer to the tent in
his trousers as he did this, and Harry groaned as it rubbed circles
on his stomach, just above his waistline, before dipping in. His face
felt hot, too hot, almost burning, and his eyes were half lidded and
slipping closed frequently. The air in the room was frigid and made
his nipples stand erect, but the rest of him was so, so warm.

His
tail dipped beneath his trousers, too weak to try and pull them away,
and brushed up against his pulsing cock. Harry's hips thrust up
sharply and he only just restrained a cry by biting his lips. That
felt amazing.

His tail slithered up his erection in spirals,
tightening and then loosening in a kneading motion. Harry threw his
head back, not even feeling when it connected with the wall behind
him. Why hadn't he ever tried
this
before?

The tip of his tail brushed against the sensitive
head of his weeping erection and he held his breath in anticipation.
It was almost as if his tail were independent from his body –
he didn't know what it was going to do next, and didn't care
so
long as it did something.

“Oh
fuck!” Harry groaned as his tail pressed against his slit,
hard. It burned and felt fucking fabulous at exactly the same time,
and continued to just press in, not relinquishing it's hold for a
moment.

“More,” he whispered and, almost as if
the tail heard him, it squeezed around him. His cock jerked once,
twice, and then began to release as the burning coil in his stomach
exploded.
Harry's head went back, mouth open in a silent scream at the
wonderful, wonderful feeling.

He slumped down on his bed when
his erection had been milked for all it was worth. His tail slowly
unwound, sliding back to it's usual place, covered in cum. He'd have
to wash that off before going anywhere, and pray George's sharp nose
wouldn't be able to smell anything – that boy was like a blood
hound!

That was over
pretty quick,
Harry thought suddenly, realising it had barely taken any coaxing
from his tail to push him over the edge. He frowned, looking down his
body, and then his eyes widened comically.

He was hard
again!

XxXxXxX

After a long, luxurious shower in which
he'd masturbated twice, once with his tail and then once with his
hand when he'd calmed down enough to retract the claws on his left
hand, he made his way down to breakfast, a concealing charm on his
trousers to hide his humiliating erection which just refused to go
down. His claws were refusing to fuck off either and driving Harry
mental – he kept nicking himself with them.

He sat down
heavily, feeling completely exhausted despite how perky his body
obviously was. Mrs Weasley set a piled up plate in front of him that
he knew he would only eat about half of, maybe less in his tired
state.

He spent most of breakfast wrestling with a fork that
he could barely hold, before eventually giving up with a huff and
sitting back in his seat. Ron was sitting across from his and
smothering his laughs with a hand.

“Aww, is our little
kitten having some trouble?” an all-too-unwelcome voice cooed
in Harry's cat ear, and he jerked away, scowling up at George, who
grinned down at him, leaning against his chair.

“No!”
Harry denied, crossing his arms, and then wincing when his claws cut
up his skin again. George frowned and sat down on a chair next to
Harry, taking his hands and studying the claws. Harry's arousal
twitched with interest at the touch and the fact that it was
George.

“Isn't that interesting?” George mumbled.
Sirius, who had been suspiciously silent all breakfast, made a
squeaking noise that attracted everyone's attention. Sirius stared
down at his breakfast, looking quite horrified. George shook his head
and turned to Harry again.

“Any idea what's happening?”
George asked and then, for good measure, threw a suspicious glare at
Ginny, who scowled right back. Naturally, anything that went wrong
with Harry's cat-side was Ginny's fault in the twin's eyes. She had
turned
him into a cat-boy, after all.

“No,” Harry
muttered again. He'd been wondering all breakfast if the claws had
anything to do with his increased state of arousal that was bugging
the hell out of him. The subtlest shift had his boxers rubbing
against his cock and him fighting back moans.

Sirius squeaked
again.

“Suppose I'll just have to help you eat, then,”
George said with a heavy sigh, as if it were such a burden. Harry
growled angrily and made to get up and escape, but George grabbed him
and wrestled him down onto his lap, grabbing Harry's tail to still
him. Harry went stiff as a board, though that was due to the heavy
surge of want that had just spread through him.

George grabbed
a slice of toast off Harry's plate, broke it in two and cut off the
crusts, the way Harry liked it. He then ripped a bit off and held it
up to Harry's mouth.

Harry turned to meet George's eyes, and
George fixed him with a stern look. Harry rolled his eyes and opened
his mouth, allowing George to guide the toast into his mouth. Harry
wrapped his lips around George's fingers, not honestly meaning to,
but not letting go once he had, either. George's eyes burned, and
Harry flicked his tongue out lick the butter off George's
fingers.

George hastily pulled his fingers out of Harry's
mouth, clearing his throat. Harry shifted uncomfortably, feeling like
he was on sensory overload. He wanted to throw George down on the
table and hump him like there was no tomorrow.

And judging by
the thing poking Harry in the back, he got the feeling George might
want something similar, too.

George held up some more toast,
slipping it into Harry's mouth and then leaning down to press a soft
kiss to Harry's mouth. Harry returned the kiss, wanting to further
it, but Sirius making a strangled noise snapped him back to
attention.

Remus lowered his paper and shot Sirius an
irritated look. “What on earth is wrong with you?” he
snapped. Sirius flushed and looked away from his friend, refusing to
tell him.

“George, stop feeding him toast!” Ron
snapped after the fourth time Harry had sucked on George's fingers.
George shot a vicious grin at Ron.

“Sorry Ronnikins,
forgot about those virgin sensibilities of yours,” he said,
causing Ron to flush bright red and rip a slice of his own toast
apart furiously. Harry scowled at George, and was rewarded with a
cheeky grin and a nip to a cat ear.

George was just about to
rip another piece of toast off, when Ron once again interrupted. “For
Merlin's sake, use a fork!” Harry and George watched, bemused,
as Ron stuffed another forkful of bacon and beans in his mouth,
looking anywhere but at them.

“You're right, Ron. Guess
we'll be off,” George announced, swinging Harry into his arms,
bridal style. Harry yelped and clung to George for dear life,
prompting a wince as his claws dug into skin.

“Where're
you going?” Ron asked suspiciously around his mouthful, not
liking George's leer at his best mate. How could Harry put up with
them?

George smirked darkly. “To fork Harry, of course,”
he said cheerfully. Ron inhaled sharply and choked on the food trying
to force it's way down his windpipe as George walked away with a
furiously blushing Harry, whistling innocently.

Harry glared
up at George. “Don't be so cruel to Ron!” he reprimanded
– one of these days, Ron was going to explode at the hands of
Fred or George from sheer embarrassment. If Harry didn't beat him to
it.

“Sorry kitten,” George said without much
remorse. Harry rolled his eyes and nuzzled into George's neck, unable
to resist the contact despite his annoyance. Any other day he would
have stormed off, but his body just wouldn't let him.

Harry
pressed a soft kiss to the skin of George's neck, and then another
one, hearing George's breath hitch as he carried them up the stairs,
no doubt to the twins room. “You're certainly in a good mood,”
George said, slightly huskier than usual.

“Mm, I'm just
so bloody horny,” Harry murmured, kisses punctuating his words.
George grunted at the words and, before Harry knew it, he found
himself pressed up against the wall, halfway up the stairs. He
hurriedly wrapped his legs around George's waist as George supported
him with his chest, raining kissing on his neck.

“Fuck,
Harry” George growled, pushing into him, erections forced
against each other. “See how turned on you're making me, my
little sex kitten?” Harry was left wordless at the heat that
spread through his veins, and he shakily wrapped his arms around
George's neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

George's
tongue tangled with his, meeting him halfway and then pressing into
Harry's mouth. Harry's head was pushed against the wall during the
power struggle, and his legs tightened around George, claws digging
into his shirt.

“My, my, dear brother. Couldn't even
get him upstairs?” a voice interrupted, and the two pulled
apart to look dazedly up the stairs. Fred leaned against the railing,
grinning broadly. George shot him an answering grin.

“Sorry,
Gred. Got a little bit sidetracked,” George said, turning back
to look into Harry's eyes with his own burning blue ones. Harry
arched so his cock brushed against George's again. “Our kitty's
being a bit naughty.”

“Better get him up here,
then, so we can punish him,” Fred said airily, as if they were
talking about the weather. Harry groaned as his dick jerked with
interest, and both twins' faces split out in identical smirks as the
sight of the flushed cat-boy.

In a matter of seconds, George
had dashed up the stairs with Harry still firmly wound around his
waist, and they nearly crashed into the twins rooms, Fred hot on
their heels.

George fell on the bed with Harry under him and
Harry gasped at the weight pinning him down. George thrust against
him once, before grinning and sitting up, moving away from Harry.

“No,” Harry moaned, holding out an arm for
George. Fred sat down on the bed next to him, brushing a hand through
his hair, and then leaning down to kiss him. Harry arched his head up
to meet the kiss, wanting any sort of contact.

Fred trailed a
hand down Harry's neck and chest while he kissed the boy, pinching
his nipples through his t-shirt. Harry gasped into Fred's mouth at
the harsh movement that only served to send even more blood south.

There was some moving around and Harry was beginning to
wonder just that George was up to, when he felt the bed dip again.
Harry instinctively spread his legs, somehow knowing exactly where
George wanted to go, and George settled between them.

“...
Have you got a concealing charm on your trousers?” George
suddenly asked. Fred broke away from the kiss to look down Harry's
body, eyebrows rising when he realised he couldn't see any sign of
arousal, even though Harry certainly looked
aroused,
lips parted and wet, cheeks dusted red and eyes drooping. The picture
of debauchery.

George reached out and squeezed Harry through
the trousers, an evil grin on his face. Harry let out a choked gasp
at the feeling, thrusting his hips into George's hand. “Definitely
a concealing charm,” George said to Fred while idly rubbing a
near-frantic Harry. Fred nodded seriously, getting in on the action
and rubbing one of Harry's nipples with his thumb.

“Wankers!”
Harry growled, hoping it didn't sound as pitiful as it had to him. He
needed skin on skin contact, their attention on him, not teasing him
into a mindless state!

George was rubbing Harry's solid
erection with a thumb, and then trailed it down to press against his
balls. Harry gasped when George went even lower, pressing against his
hole through his trousers, and rubbing the sensitive skin.

“Oh
fuck, George!” Harry whined. Fred and George shared a grin, and
Fred lay down on Harry's side, pressing kisses to their kitten's neck
while George taunted the poor boy-saviour. “Please!”

George
chuckled, sitting up so that he could look into Harry's eyes, his
gaze dark, almost dangerous. Harry's toes curled and he realised he
liked that
expression – if only because he knew he would never be in
danger around George.

“You beg so prettily,”
George told him, and Harry swallowed audibly. George took out his
wand from the pocket of his jeans and touched it to Harry's trousers.
Instantly, they, along with his boxers, disappeared, leaving him in
just a t-shirt. Fred craned his neck to get a better look and groaned
softly. George licked his lips and spread Harry's legs further apart.

“So sexy,” Fred whispered, almost in awe. Harry
flushed, quite embarrassed about being so exposed, even though it was
becoming a regular thing with the twins.

Fred's hand trailed
down his chest to his stomach, and then past that, as George's hands
ran up Harry's inner thighs. Harry titled his head back to look at
the ceiling, then squeezed his eyes shut when Fred and George's hands
met each other, around Harry's cock. He bucked as the two wrapped
their hands around his erection and entwined their fingers, like some
twisted form of holding hands.

George's other hand was rolling
his balls between his fingers, and then skating lower. Fred lowered
his head to catch Harry's bottom lip, bringing it between his own
teeth and biting down on it as he sucked.
Harry's breathing quickened even further. The hands tightened on his
cock, and then began moving up and down.

There was the sound
of a tube opening, and then George's hands removed themselves from
Harry's body. He whined at the loss, but Fred shushed him with
another kiss, rubbing his thumb along the head of his erection.
George bent down and pressed a kiss to Harry's mouth as well,
slipping his tongue inside, along Fred's.

Harry's hands rose
to fist Fred and George's hair as he began purring at the dual
assault on his mouth. The twins doing something together,
to him, always got him hard as a rock.

He flinched when a
cold finger was pressed against his entrance suddenly. George shoved
his tongue in further, forcing Harry to widen his mouth even more and
effectively distracting him – Harry could never understand his
strange attractiveness to George's forceful side. It was like his
love of Fred's annoyingly mischievous side.

George pressed a
finger into Harry, and then another, not giving him time to adjust.
Harry squirmed at the feeling as the lube began to warm up, and
George scissored his fingers, stretching Harry's arse like he was his
mouth.

Fred's finger suddenly dug into the slit of Harry's
cock, reminding him very much of that morning, with his tail. Harry
jumped even as he groaned louder, and Fred chuckled against his
mouth, finally pulling away to trail wet kisses down Harry's face to
his jaw, and then his neck, leaving seductively hard bites and sucks
in his wake.

George had four fingers inside of him by that
point, nudging Harry's prostate with them teasingly. George broke off
from the kiss and Harry's eyes opened to see him sharing a look with
Fred. Fred grinned and nodded, and George smirked.

Harry
instantly tried to sit up and move away, not really wanting to find
out what the twins had planned. Fred captured his mouth in another
kiss, and then another, until Harry stopped struggling, his attention
span suddenly shorter than Professor Flitwick.

George's hand
wrapped around his tail, soothingly stroking it, and Harry groaned,
arching his back. George took the opportunity to move his tail down,
over a leg, until it was between his legs. Harry frowned, briefly
wondering what George was up to. But he didn't have to ponder much
longer.

Harry lifted his head and gaped at George as his furry
tail brushed against his stretched entrance. George grinned
mischievously. Harry shook his head and looked to Fred for comfort –
surely George wasn't going to do what he thought he was going to do?
Fred merely looked amused and lustful.

Harry's head fell back
down onto the bed, neck no longer able to support it, as George
inched his tail into his own body!

“F-fuck!”
Harry
grunted hoarsely as his tail slid in as much as it could go, which
was, surprisingly, quite a lot. Harry suspected George had put a
lengthening spell on it.

“Fuck,” George agreed
quietly, eyes fixed on where his tail was entering his body. Fred
inched over to George, groaning aloud at the sight of Harry spread
out before them; legs parted and bent at the knees, and tail in his
own arse, shifting and inadvertently fucking himself on it.

“George! Fred! Get it out of me!” Harry snarled,
even as he moaned in pleasure – each touch of his tail on his
prostate made his body burn.
It was so furry and light and different
to
fingers or a cock or even that fucking vibrator of the twins.

“No,”
George murmured, shaking his head at Harry's request. Fred looked
like he wanted to agree with George, but was far too distracted.
Harry growled, shutting his eyes and concentrating on trying to
remove the tail by himself, not wanting to touch it with his clawed
hands.

All this did was make the tail thrash around in his
arse even more, pressing strongly against his prostate. Well, that
proved it, his tail was independent from his body.

There was
no way he wanted this!

It wasn't down to his own wants that
the tail was slowly moving in and out of his arse, beginning to fuck
him at a slow and steady pace. He opened his eyes and looked to Fred
and George, who were still watching avidly, Fred stroking George's
uncovered cock lazily.

“Nnh, I'm gonna kill you,”
Harry promised, even as his tail hit that spot inside him that made
him see stars, and he spread his legs so wide they started to
ache.

“Fuck yourself harder,” George ordered
hoarsely, and Harry couldn't help but obey, his tail beginning to
piston in and out of him faster, the strokes even longer than before.
As the tail pulled out of him, the hairs were scraped back on end,
and then smoothed out by lube as the tail pressed back in. Harry idly
hoped the twins had put a silencing spell on the room, because his
mixture of cat-like and human cries were getting louder and louder.

Suddenly, there was a weight on his chest, and he opened his
eyes, which kept closing, to stare at the cock in front of his face.
Fred sat on him, eyes intense, still wearing most of his clothes,
with his trousers undone.

“Suck his cock,” he
heard George order, and there was a slap on his arse. Harry groaned
and clenched, then bucked at the feeling of squeezing his tail. Fred
guided his cock to Harry's lips, rubbing the head on them for a
moment and smearing pre-cum.

Harry opened his mouth eagerly,
eyes rolling into the back of his head when Fred pushed his whole
cock into him, nearly choking him from the awkward angle. Thankfully,
Harry had had enough practice to relax his throat and gag reflex.

At
the same time that Fred pushed his erection into Harry's mouth,
another dick pressed up against Harry's hole, alongside his tail.
Harry's breath hitched, and he sighed shakily around Fred's cock.
Fred groaned, threading a hand through Harry's hair and pressing down
further into that mouth.

George began pushing his erection
into Harry's body, stretching him further than he'd been stretched
before. His arse stung with the unfamiliar stretch, but that only
added to Harry's pleasure.

“Ugh, this feels fucking
fantastic,” George moaned out, “such a good little slut,
begging to be filled up to the brim.” Harry's weeping cock once
again spurted more pre-cum at the words, and he felt George caress
it, feather light. Fred was pulling out of his mouth and thrusting
back in steadily, at exactly the same pace as George, as if he
instinctively knew.

Harry
wished George would touch his erection firmly, take it in hand, let
him cum.
His body just wasn't letting him, he needed more friction, a tighter
grip, anything.

“Gonna make you cum from this alone,”
George told him huskily. Fred and Harry groaned in unison at the mere
thought – and, on Harry's part, a little despair.

But
George was true to his word – he thrust in and out of Harry's
ass with an almost animalistic fury, pounding him raw and outmatching
his poor tail. Fred was grabbing the headboard and using that to
manoeuvre himself faster, harder. Harry's mouth was sore from
stretching and his throat and arse felt equally as raw in a way
they'd never felt before.

Harry's moans around Fred's cock
grew louder and louder, and George grabbed his tail harshly, forcing
it to go faster. Harry arched his back, his angle changing, and
George's cock slipped in even further as Fred's did, hitting the back
of his throat again and again.

Harry could feel his orgasm
hitting breaking point, and he came, cock exploding onto his and
George's stomach, a monumental amount of seed spilling forth. George
groaned as Harry's arse tightened around him and the tail, and he
thrust forward again and again, pace losing rhythm and getting more
and more frantic.

Fred pulled out of Harry's mouth, sliding
down his body to pinch his nipples and palm his awakening cock as
George thrust harder. Harry couldn't believe he was getting hard
again so soon, even though he felt so exhausted, but George's
spasming cock, pleasure wrought face, and Fred's smirk were getting
him hotter and hotter.

With one last thrust, George erupted in
Harry, filling him with cum and soaking his tail. Fred moved and
pushed George out of the way the moment he was done, and George made
a mumbled complaint, moving to lie down beside Harry, breath harsh
and heavy, and mouth meeting his in a lazy kiss.

Fred slid
his hands up and down Harry's body, then leaned over to kiss and lick
Harry's neck as he positioned himself, pushing firmly into Harry's
welcoming body. Harry groaned as Fred's stomach rubbed against his
swelling cock, and he felt the twins smile.

“Merlin,
you were right, this is hot,”
Fred said, marvelling at the feeling of Harry's tail. George grinned,
satisfied, as Fred thrust harder at the feeling, cum being forced out
of Harry's hole with each movement, with a lewd squelching sound that
made Harry blush and breath even faster.

After being in
Harry's mouth for almost too long, Fred knew he couldn't last. He
grabbed Harry's cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts, as George
nibbled on Harry's cat ear and fondled his balls.

“Ugh,
Fred, George!” Harry cried out loudly, body tensing as he came
for the fifth time that day, seed squirting onto his chest, hitting
his chin with the force. He didn't know how he was able to still
climax so explosively after so many orgasms. Maybe it was just the
twins.

Fred groaned out Harry's name as he came nearly at the
same time as Harry, the feel of those walls clenching around him and
the tail sending him over the edge, shooting more cum into the
already full arse.

Fred pulled out, the tail slipping out
with him, and slumped on Harry's other side, letting a hand drift
down to Harry's hole. As Harry panted heavily, completely unable to
move due to so much action, Fred pressed a finger into Harry's hole,
then two, marvelling at the easiness and the cum that escaped,
trickling down onto the bed.

George stroked Harry's tail, and
then moved it up so that the wet tip brushed Harry's face, then his
mouth. George coaxed Harry's mouth open with a thumb and pressed
Harry's tail into his mouth. Harry groaned at the combined taste of
Fred and George, the dirtiness of the act of sucking the tail which
had just been in his arse. Fred and George watched lustily –
there was nothing more gorgeous than their kitten.

“Godric's
balls, Harry,” George murmured, resting his head on Harry's
heaving chest. Harry squirmed as he felt himself getting aroused from
Fred's ministrations. George and Freed watched, with interest, as
Harry's cock began to harden again. Fred pressed his fingers further
into Harry. George laughed, shaking his head.

“I do
believe, kitten, that you
are in heat.”

“... Fuck off.”

XxXxXxX

Haha,
okay, I was in a very smutty mood. Reckon Sirius knows about Harry's
heat? ... That's a disturbing thought, poor guy.

I know most
of what I put in here isn't fact so much as fiction – I've no
idea where I came up with the claws thing, or dogs being able to
smell the heat, it just sort of happened ;;shrugs;; :P

About Harry using a concealment charm - I wasn't certain if he
could do magic out of school at Christmas or not, sorry...

I have a challenge to anyone interested! I challenge you to write a
fanfiction of Harry in heat! It can be for any slash
pairing/threesome you like, the rules are -

- Anal/Smut/Any
fetishes you like, really, apart
from non-consensual sex

-
Cat!Harry (doesn't have to be exactly like my cat Harry if you want
to change some things)

- No
Ron/Dumbledore/Hermione/Order bashing

-No
mpreg

-Please have characters IC. I can understand some OOC,
as we're not JK or anything, and I have OOC characters too. But
nothing awfully OOC.

It can be any length you like – in
fact, it'd be great if you could develop a WIP out if it, but I love
oneshots, too. If you do take up the challenge, can you link your
story in a review telling me the summary
and pairing,
or email me at – crackle_claw.yahoo.co.uk
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