The Girl*
In memory of Rachel Beechinor.
(Please read in an overly-zealous English accent. Any spoken lines must be screeched like a chicken being tortured in the field)
Crookshanks prowled around the Gryffindor common room, scowering for his next victim. He rubbed a few legs as he made his rounds, but he had his eye on a few of the girls*. One of them was sitting on a plush armchair next to the roaring fire, and he had half a mind to abandon his plan and settle down in her** lap. However, Crookshanks was too amped up with adrenaline and anticipation to just desert the idea of it. He selected one of the young girls* he had been observing. She** was small and appeared to be a first year. She had large mint-green doe like* eyes and a rather long, elegant* neck. Crookshanks admired her cascade of shimmering black* hair, paired with her almond* skin tone. Crookshanks approached the girl* slowly, building up the sexual* tension with every step. Then, when he could hardly stand it anymore, he leapt through the air and landed on target. He was right above her** you know whatsit*. He was already kneading his little kitty paws on her** thighs when she** noticed him.
"Aww what a pretty kitty," she** exclaimed jubiously. Crookshanks began the act, purring and occasionally hovering over her womanhood*. He yearned to give her** what he knew she** wanted. She** stroked his head slowly at first, then rapidly increasing speed.
"What a pretty pussy..," In his mind, Crookshanks agreed. Every pussy is a pretty pussy. Crookshanks playfully caught the girl's* hand with his teeth. Just enough pressure for her** to understand what he wanted. What she** wanted. What they needed. He gently licked her** fingers, the stink of decaying chicken* still fresh on his breath from his last meal. She** giggled playfully. She** understood. Both of them simultaneously understood what was happening as he climbed up her** torso. He purred continuously. A smile grew on the face of the girl* as his purring got louder. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her** neck, living up to his name. He certainly would shanks her** crook ;) ;) ;). The peak of his enjoyment was cumming closer. He could feel the energy rising in his tail as his purrs soared in volume. The girl's* laughing was getting out of hand and he could tell they both were nearly done. Then, at the height of his pleasure he gave out a CATastrophic howl. The girl's* eyes closed and she** tilted her** head back. Crookshanks suspected it was all she** could do to stay silent in that chaotic moment of lust*. Together they both let out a breath as the moment ended and collapsed into each other. Crookshanks was out of breath. He gave the girl* one last lick and then struggled to the floor. He retreated into Hermione's bedroom, thinking only of sleep. He was completely spent. The girl* stared longingly after him, a single hot tear rolling down her** cheek.
THE END
*Please read as "tuna"
**Please read as "the tuna"
