Warnings: Underage Sex, Sub/Dom, Male Dom, Bestiality.
Chapter Two!
It was late and the halls were silent as Professor Minerva McGonagall was out patrolling the halls of Hogwarts after the welcoming feast in her cat form looking for first years that had been left behind or had gotten lost. Normally this was assigned to the seventh year prefects, however she had a soft spot for the lost first years and she often liked to patrol the halls, losing herself in the task, letting her mind drift and her animal mind largely take over. Any older students looking for a bit of snog time were largely ignored, her primary focus was the younger students.
Minerva began learning to become an Animagus during the second semester of her sixth year, 1943. As a transfiguration prodigy, her professor at the time had pushed her to learn the art. Her initial excitement over the project was visible. Soon though, she had become rather subdued due to discovering how long the process could take; a year or more. Minerva studied intently, meticulously researching the process. Her first step was to brew the Animagus potion. The problem with the potion was that it wasn't exact, as once you took it you would only get a fuzzy image of what your form was, gaining only a general idea of the species. After that you had to meditate to find out what your exact species was. This lead to next problem, subconsciously, your mind and magic worked together to select a form that you already had some knowledge about. If you had studied dogs excessively, your form would more than likely be a dog of some sort. Though, magic seemed to have a sense of humor because those who tried to take advantage of this and only studied large predators, usually ended up having a form that was small, and most often, prey-like animal, or insect.
The importance of studying as many species as possible was not lost on Minerva. Knowing that her form was a cat, she had spent over a month researching and studying every known cat. In her research she had come across several texts that covered the Animagus transformation and learned of the story of a wizard who had become the first, and only, known Multi-Animagus, achieving three forms, who lived during the seventeenth century. It was a possibility that every Animagus text mentioned, but regarded as near impossible.
The time and effort Minerva had put into researching had paid off, she'd become the largest breed of non-magical cat there was, the Maine Coon, a breed of cat that came from America. Since the form was based off your personality and magic, she had assumed she'd become a Maine Coon because she had, on more than one occasion, been told that she was an incredibly intimidating woman. She had achieved a complete transformation just weeks before the end of the her seventh year, and as such had received extra marks on her transfiguration NEWT due to the rigorous study and dedication required; most who attempted quit after a short time, becoming disheartened either with the length of time required, or after discovering their given form.
After she left Hogwarts she traveled the world to study more about transfiguration to gain her mastery. During her travels she was in Germany shortly after World War Two when she met her future husband. She was in a small village that was heavily damaged, and found a man helping to rebuild using a technique of Transfiguration she'd never encountered. Matthew McGonagall was American, twenty-three and stood at six feet, one inch; with short, wavy, light brown hair and bright blue eyes.
She fell in love with him over the next year as she spent her time with him and in the process learned a lot about transfiguration, she also found out that he too was a cat animagus, a Birman cat to be exact. When Minerva first learned about this she also learned that he used a stronger, more refined version of the Animagus potion to find his form. The version of the Animagus potion he used was much more effective in that he didn't have to meditate to find his form, that he didn't have to know the animal to become it as the potion would show him the animal he need to study. Matthew explained that the British Ministry enforced inferior methods to prevent most wizards from even trying. This in-turn lead to a "watch" list because, by ministry standards, any witch or wizard with the power and dedication to complete the transformation should be monitored. After hearing of this, Minerva lost any faith she had in the British Ministry and was wary in her future dealing with them.
After a few months of being together, Mathew introduced Minerva to the world of having sex in their animagus forms. At first she thought he was mad but with persistence on Mathews part and Minerva, who was still trying to control most of her cat instants and feeling, being in heat and was near a cat when she transformed into a cat, her cat side got out of control and the two had sex. She was surprised that although it hurt a lot, she found that she liked it and so agreed that they could continue to do it when the opportunity arose - which was often.
Over the years everything went well for Minerva and Matthew, they had married after nearly three years and the two of them traveled the world before returning to England after Minerva had officially became a Transfiguration Mistress. On returning to England Minerva expressed the desire to teach at Hogwarts so that she could pass on what she had learned. Matthew had loved the idea, the fact that it made her happy had been one of the main factors in earning his full backing.
Things soon changed for the two of them when You-Know-Who began his rise to power in 1970's. In the first few years of the war, Matthew was killed during an attack on Hogsmeade, defending several people from the Death Eaters. She was devastated by his death but she forced herself to recover from it and joined Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix, to take revenge on the Death Eaters that killed her Matthew. Although the Order of the Phoenix didn't take the fight to the Death Eaters or You-Know-Who they managed to stop most of the attacks and took any captured Death Eaters to Azkaban. Despite not being the revenge she initially desired, Minerva felt it was enough; what also helped was that her transfigured beasts had managed to accumulate a body count of double any other single member of the order.
As the years passed by Minerva eventually allowed herself to mourn and properly move on from her departed husband. None of the men that she went out with over the years had that spark, the quality that drew her to her first love. They all fell flat and left her expectations unsatisfied. So, giving up on finding love again, she did as nearly all witches and wizards do at a certain point in their life, cast a glamour upon herself to appear older then she was. This was considered necessary as when witches and wizards reach a certain age, normally in their twenties, they begin to age slower. So, normally when they become forty they still look like they're in their late twenties, or early thirties and could live to nearly ninety before any significant signs of aging showed. But this was for an average witch or wizard, for someone like her or Dumbledore, who were much more powerful than most, it was different. They would age even slower and live longer. Dumbledore, for example, looked like he was eighty with his glamour but would be one hundred and ten in a few months and it would be possible for him to live until he was nearly two hundred. As for her, she would be sixty-five this year but she still looked like she was in her late twenties and she could live until she was one hundred and fifty years of age if she took care of herself.
Originally, the glamour's were so students would take them seriously. After all, a Professor that looked only a few years older than a seventh year wouldn't gain the same immediate respect as one that looked older. A few years after the practice was implemented, some of the students found out about it and asked that it be included in the seventh year NEWTs charms curriculum. The rest, as they say, was history. For various reasons the glamour caught on and eventually it became a tradition. Looking older and thus having a good glamour became a status symbol. Wedding rings were normally charmed to allow the user to see past the glamour of their partner, so nobody had any real reason to drop them. Some would think it was silly, but so were a lot of the traditions in the magical world and so they stayed as they were.
Shaking herself out her reflections Minerva found herself walking through the halls of Hogwarts. That night she'd felt a bit warmer than usual, in fact she'd felt a tingling warmth for a while, she suspected that her cat form had come into heat. She knew that she had to be careful, there were many male cats in the castle, and although she had sex in her cat form before with Mathew, she had never able to find a male that her feline instincts accepted as a match after him. She was much bigger than any normal cats within the castle, the only cats that were big enough or bigger than her were the half-Kneazle's, they, however had some form of mental problems. She had no idea why this was, it just seemed that every male half-Kneazle was about as smart as a sack of rocks. Clever at times, but still not too terribly bright. That didn't stop her allowing them to fuck her; like all human beings she had needs and fantasies but it wasn't particularly satisfying. They mated like drunkards and she normally had to do most of the work, which wasn't even close to what she wanted; an alpha male.
Dismissing these thoughts, Minerva-kitty stalked the halls enjoying her walk and making sure that she didn't cross any cats. She was half way up a corridor when she heard the sound of several cats from behind her, turning her head and tensing so she was ready to spring if she had to, she saw half-a-dozen mundane cats of varying breeds wandering towards her. Apparently she was right, she was in heat and they had smelled her. Thankfully with the help of her human mind she just felt warmer than usual and a bit more susceptible to her feline instincts. She prepared to scare them off as she'd done hundreds of times before when a black blur shot out from the shadows and bowled one of the cats over, toppling the group like dominoes.
She slowly backed away when she saw that the blur was a full blooded Kneazle. The Kneazle was even larger than she was, knowing that this could be bad, very bad, she tried to sneak away. Very few students had bonded with a full blooded Kneazle over the course of her tenure as the Transfiguration Professor and she had made sure to avoid them as often as she could after she had gotten into a fight with one over some of Pomona's cat nip and barely escaped with her life.
The Kneazle, which she could see was clearly a male and not neutered, wasn't even bothering to use his claws to fight the other cats, smacking them around with only the pads of his paws. The fight, if you could even call it that, lasted less than thirty seconds before the group fled as fast as their legs could carry them. The thought of transforming back never entered her mind as the cat's fight-or-flight instincts took full control of her and she tried to sneak up the corridor away from the Kneazle. She was almost around the corner where she could run full tilt back to her office when her tail twitched.
The Kneazle looked up at her, pupils narrowing as it instantly started walking towards her, his posture making his intentions clear to her feline half. Since she was a full hall away she had a good head start and she started running, or at least that's what she wanted to do. Her feline instincts flared, the shield that protected her human mind failed and for the first time in decades Minerva felt the full brunt of what being in heat was like. Her legs felt weak as a mind numbing warmth enveloped her body. Stumbling forward almost drunkenly her tail flickering from side to side she barely made it three steps before the Kneazle was in front of her, it had started running at some point.
The purring sound he was making seemed to echo in her head, she rubbed along his side taking in his scent and then spun around pressing her tail against her right side opening his way to mount her, while lowing her front half till her chin rested on the stone floor. She felt him cover her, his teeth gripped onto her neck and she felt like her limbs suddenly weren't her own as she lost control of them.
Minerva's felt his large solid member slide deep within her in a single full thrust. Taking his time the male Kneazle barbed member began grinding in and out of her at a slow pace his member scraping her walls causing a most pleasurable painful feeling. Slowly, he built up his speed until his thick prick was hammering in and out of her and she found herself thrusting back at him, yowling in pleasure. He pounded more and more urgently into her trying to cum and she found her pussy walls undulating trying to pull more of his large member deeper within her. Suddenly he stopped and holding himself deep within her, letting out a loud yowl he came. She could feel him pump his cum into her, as her pussy twitched around his cock tying to pull as much of his seed as possible into her fertile cat womb. Moving away from the male Kneazle as he pulled his member out of her she rolled around on her back allowing more of his cum to seep into her womb before sitting and starting to groom herself.
As her human mind came back to her she stopped grooming herself and stood, she could feel the Kneazle seed sloshing about in her womb and leaking out her pussy down her hind legs. She thanked Merlin that she wasn't a real cat, as she feared if she was she would now be pregnant. She was about to dash to her office and clean herself properly but she found she couldn't move as the male Kneazle growled at her causing her to freeze. She moved once more into the crouched position in front of him and flicked her tail to her side, panicking as she has only expected to be mated once. He moved above her again and was once again pressing at her entrance, her thoughts raced, for this Kneazle to mate with her more than once he would have to have had a lot more energy than normal. But before she could think more on it her brain process screeched to a halt as the Kneazle sheathed within her again, the pleasure was twice as intense as it was previously and Minerva settled down, no longer caring about anything as her demented yowls of pleasure steadily filled the corridors, getting progressively louder as the Kneazle kept mating the slightly smaller cat.
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Minerva was in a pleasure induced shock, the Kneazle had kept trying to breed her for almost half an hour before getting off and stumbling off to who knows where, exhausted. He'd dominated her and shown her that she was his and his alone, to do with as he pleased and that she couldn't do anything about it. The Kneazle reminded her of her late husband, he too, when he was in his cat form dominated her. But nothing he had done was half as pleasurable or had her as submissive as she had just been, it was something that she loved, craved even and she wished she could find this kind of person as a human. As the Kneazle left she thought back and suddenly felt a wave of shame and humiliation, the yowls of pleasure that she'd made were near constant after the first mating. If a cat could blush she knew she would be at that moment because thanks to the racket she had made more than one student wandering around after curfew had checked to see what was going on, only to blush heavily and almost sprint away as they saw what was happening.
Minerva collapsed onto her side, feeling like her brain had fried from the increasingly pleasurable matings. She was dead on her paws and as darkness slowly took over she wanted nothing more and hoped heavily that she could meet that Kneazle again soon. She wanted to feel the intoxicating pleasure of being dominated again, not to mention the feelings the multiple matings had caused, she knew it probably wasn't healthy to experience that kind of pleasure, as she was literally seeing stars for the last two, but she didn't think she could live without that kind of mind numbing pleasure again.
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As Harry left the Maine Coon behind him he was smiling inside at the sense of accomplishment he'd gained from dominating the large cat. Over the summer he fucked the nearby stray cats, taking pleasure in mating Mrs. Figgs part Kneazles, keeping the woman awake at night from the loud yowling of the queens. He'd done it as he was curious to experience the feeling of fucking them but it was nothing like fucking that Maine Coon. When he'd originally left the Gryffindor Tower he was going to dominate the one cat that everyone hated, Mrs. Norris, to show her that there was a new top cat in school and it had the added benefit that is would piss Filch off. Simply put, if the man was going to try and nail him with punishments for things he didn't do, well, he was going to return the favor and nail his cat. But as he started searching for the much loathed feline he saw some other males wandering towards a female Maine Coon. His Kneazle side was telling him that the female cat was in heat, more like screaming really, and he could guess what the others wanted from her. His Kneazle instincts wanted this cat for himself however, and his human side didn't want sloppy seconds, so he took action and drove the other tom cats away so he could enjoy the female in peace.
His plan was to fuck the Maine Coon one time and then move on to find Mrs. Norris. But after the first mating all thoughts of anything but emptying every drop of his seed into the Coon left his mind. For some reason this cat was different, as if he had to prove something to her. After the first time he wanted to do it again and again, to dominate her and to make her his in some animalistic fashion, and for the next half hour he'd done just that, even though he wasn't sure why. It was like he knew exactly what this cat wanted and he was more than happy to do it for her. Thinking about it he realized that this wasn't the first time this happened, his Kneazle form was very empathetic to other creatures and felines in particular. He would have to read up on Kneazles again when he was less exhausted as every bit of energy he had was poured into the Maine Coon, literally, he was having trouble standing, let alone even walking straight.
Deciding his plans for Mrs. Norris could wait, he staggered back to the Gryffindor Tower and barely managed to hurl himself up onto his bed before he fell asleep, still in his Kneazle form, under the covers and dreamt about how all this started, how he became an animagus, a Multi-Animagus in fact, along with everything else he'd learned this past summer.
TO BE CONTINUED!