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Chap. 45: Mutual Acceptance, Mutual Satisfaction

They found the girls working on homework as usual on an evening following dinner. In the lead as they entered, Ron was red-faced but gamely sat in one of the three armchairs loosely facing the couch where Lyra, Hermione, and Ginny all sat from left to right on their side.

Iris glanced his way for support, but found him looking pensively at Hermione instead, so she sighed and moved to take one of the other chairs. She didn't know what to say, though. The girl knew what she wanted to say, but how to say it was... difficult.

Explaining things to Ron had been easier, in some way. Bloke to bloke, even if she was a girl, because of his close friendship with Harry. Lyra, too, would understand, because she always did, and likely had seen more perverse things.

Ginny, maybe. She, at least, had known Harry enjoyed being a girl on a few occasions.

But how would Hermione, who so enjoyed things 'proper' (despite her growing lust and addiction to sex) take this new development?

Her mind raced for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only ten minutes or so before the brunette looked up at her, then slowly set down her quill. "Alright, I'm listening, Harry."

She shook her head again, "Iris."

Hermione frowned, "I'm sorry?"

"This, me," the girl said, gesturing at her body vaguely, "is Iris. Harry is... in there, in my head, somewhere. I can feel him, hear him, but this... me, I s'pose, is not him. I'm Iris."

"I highly doubt you developed a split personality simply because you changed form, Harry. Or Iris."

She shook her head, feeling growing frustration. She knew what she was, but articulating it was proving difficult, and...

"I think what Master is trying to say," Lyra interjected quietly, "is that to help him or her cope with the hormone differences, s/he is partitioning their mind, building another persona, as a deliberate act to separate male-Harry from female-Iris. In effect, keeping said split personality from forming, but still allowing them to experience new thoughts, feelings, and emotions without conflicting overly much with their old ones."

Iris found herself nodding vigorously. "Yes, that's- that's it exactly. How did...?"

"I feel you, remember, Master?" Lyra replied with a casual shrug, "With a moment's effort, I know your emotional state as long as we're within a few thousand meters. Maybe at a few miles it would take a few seconds to reach you, but our bond is very strong."

Ginny looked up, "So... you've been me, and now... you? Iris, I guess? Is this... are you... staying?"

The witch in question blinked. "I... I hadn't thought about it much," she confessed. "I don't... I know I'm still... Harry, inside. This isn't my body. But it's... ours, in a way? Now that I'm here, I don't want to go away. Not forever. And Harry doesn't want me to, either. I..."

She blinked, and began to focus.

Her features melted away, and most of his friends looked on with some apprehension as the very male Harry James Potter appeared, wearing the same blue negligee. "I, uh, I'll be right back," he muttered, mightily embarrassed, and stood to hurry into his room.

Ron was still chortling when he came back out, dressed in his better-fitting pyjamas purchased that summer while being escorted by 'Lilian', but he quickly quieted when Harry said, "Hey, you shagged me, so I wouldn't go laughing, mate."

Harry shook his head at his friend's own blush, then took the same chair as Iris had, running a hand over a slightly stubbly chin. "Iris... Iris is staying. She wasn't wrong, I... I like her. I feel almost like she's a part of me, a part that could have been me, if I were... you know, born a girl. But I'm still Harry, and I always will be. I don't know if that- answers your questions. It's the best I've got though."

Ginny nodded, then looked back down at her Astronomy essay, and said, "Okay. Well, I won't say no if she comes out to play, but I do like Harry more."

Harry looked next to Lyra, who simply made a kissing face, puckering her lips at him, then winked.

He looked to Hermione last. Hermione who was looking at him appraisingly, saying nothing. Next back to Ron, who was still red-faced. He shrugged and looked toward Hermione as well.

She continued looking at Harry and Ron quietly for several minutes, eyes moving back and forth between them, then shrugged, sighing resignedly. "I suppose you can't take it back, and it's... just another adjustment. One of many, it seems. I can't even really complain, as I've obviously been with you both, it's just... new."

"It's new for me, too," Harry reminded her, "I've only spent... about five and a half hours as a girl, in any body."

The bookworm nodded, then looked back down and focused on her essay again. When Hermione, who wrote fastest but also wrote more in her own homework by orders of magnitude beyond what the others did, finished, she stretched and stood up, casting an eye about the room. "Well... I'm beat, but I need a shag before bed. Um... Could we use your bed, Harry? I... don't want to be alone tonight."

"All of us?" he asked, glancing about the room.

She nodded, "Yes, I..."

Ron shrugged, "I don't mind. Be a bit crowded, but we can get comfortable."

Ginny nodded, "Be cozy."

Several eyes turned to Lyra, who looked back at them, confused. "What? Why are you asking me? You know I'm fine with it. Let's go."

Harry was the first one into his room, and the first undressed. It would not, however, be the final 'first' of the night. Not for any of them.

When he turned around, the others were watching him in various states of undress. "Wh- what?"

Ginny, still watching him, leaned over and whispered something to Lyra, who giggled, then repeated it to Hermione. In turn, she turned scarlet, then nodded slowly and whispered something back.

Ron rolled his eyes and finished undressing, no longer seeming to care that his sister was in the room still, and headed toward the bed.

"Let's see Iris," Hermione said, giggling, "I want to... see her."

Harry blushed, looking toward Ginny who was grinning widely and nodding.

"Fine," he huffed, and spent the several seconds necessary to change back, this time undressing as he did so. After about thirty seconds, she stood up tall at just under Hermione's height, with her thick, wavy black hair falling to just above her bum, and her heavy, round tits sticking out quite as much as Lyra's did.

It was uncomfortable being stared at, but knowing that the girls he loved and his best friend, were ogling her in such a way sent an thrill of excitement through h- her, her, too.

Ginny, forward as always, stalked toward her, leering possessively, before she pushed Iris back onto the bed where she fell across the lower half just below Ron's feet then climbed up over her, resting her small, soft hands on Iris' chest and grinding her pelvis against the older- younger? Well, dark-haired witch's own. "Fucking sexy," she murmured down at Iris, "Isn't she, Lyra?"

"Master does have good taste in women," the Succubus agreed, giving Hermione a nudge. "Go on, lover... your boyfriend needs you. Unless I get to play with his lovely cock first?"

Hermione, staring at Iris, gave a little jerk as she was touched, then stammered, "No, n- no, I'll... I'll do it."

Ginny began kissing her way down Iris' body, much as she'd done with Harry's imitation of her own a couple days earlier. Then she pulled both of her tight, puckered nipples up from the other girl's ribs a couple of inches before letting them pop and moving down to circle her tongue through the girl's navel, then down, down...

Iris gasped as Ginny started eating her out, then grinned lustily as Lyra joined in, straddling her face, "Does Master want a taste?"

Iris was soon lost in bliss, panting in ragged breaths as she did her best (and failed twice) to bring Lyra to climax before Ginny did with her own much more sensitive pussy, and Hermione rode Ron to what sounded like a very satisfying mutual orgasm, then sucked him for about ten minutes before climbing off. Then the brunette had tugged Lyra away to watch Ron shag her doggy-style over Hermione's body while she licked at Ron's balls and cock from below, alternating with Lyra's sopping slit while the Succubus ate her out in turn.

She still wanted more, though, and almost unconsciously Iris's nether regions swelled and bulged. Ginny paused in her ministrations for a moment to watch as a familiar penis sprouted, already hard, from just above Iris's clit. "Mmm… Iris and Harry together? This'll be… fun." She resumed her sixty-nine eagerly, now intent on giving her all to get Iris's new, larger cock down her tight throat while the redhead worked two fingers inside her mistress and buzzed her lips over her clitoris, too.

When they switched again, Ginny and Lyra crossed one leg and started grinding their cunts together furiously while Iris, now on her hands and knees beside them was given the treat of cleaning Ron's spunk out of Hermione's hole while he climbed up and slid inside her own deep channel again, using his hands on her waist to guide her back onto him.

Then she and Hermione got to clean her own juices off Ron's long pole together, licking and worshiping his flesh before...

Iris gasped as something huge, massive, pushed into her from behind, making her cry out and gag on Ron's cock.

She looked down between her swinging tits, to see Lyra's legs, and...

A look over her shoulder past the thick raven hair revealed Lilith, the young form she hadn't been in for several days now, how she'd first appeared, spearing into her with his own heavy, thick shaft, "Oh, Merlin," Iris gasped, "Harry's dick is... is..."

"Amazing," Ginny supplied, reaching under Iris to cup her tits and give one a squeeze, "I love it, and you look so beautiful right now, Iris."

And she felt wonderful. So hot and wet, yes, but also desired, loved. To have two shafts filling her on either end, friends she loved so deeply on either side, sharing this with her, loving her...

She came as Lilith did, Ron following moments later to splatter against both her and Hermione's faces.

More pleasure, more lust, more love...

The next aware moment Iris had was watching Hermione's face as Ginny licked and fingered her while Ron's long shaft sank deeper and deeper into the childlike pussy of not just Lilith as Harry had first met her, but the younger, smaller form that she said Dean liked, the one that looked no older than twelve.

The bookworm looked a bit queasy, as did Ron, but the boy's face quickly transformed to pleasure as he felt that oh-so-tight hole embrace him. Iris wanted more, though...

It took some concentration, and she failed twice, but soon Harry's cock sprang from her own loins again, rising up from what had been her clitoral hood with the pearl now sprouting from her base and the folds below that as it separated inside her.

Then, while Lilith writhed under Ron's onslaught, Iris pushed her cock between the Succubus' tiny lips and started humping her face roughly. The Succubus coughed, but didn't object. Iris watched Ron's face as he realized what she was doing, and found him more aroused rather than less, as he sped up, "Fuck 'er," he muttered, eyes glazed with lust, "fuck the slag's face, Iris."

When Ginny left Hermione panting, fighting to catch her breath, the red-head leaned low over Lilith, then looked up seriously at Ron and Hermione. "You'll never- never really be with anyone this young, right? That's..."

"Nah," Ron muttered, "but this, Lyra's- Lilith- is... wow. So... ugh, so tight!"

Ginny nodded, then reached out to stroke Lilith's taut belly, moving up to her tender, barely-there bee-sting tits, then put a hand over her throat, which bulged and pulsed with Harry's cock. To Iris' surprise, she was joined on the other side by Hermione, who actually reached down to suckle one of the miniscule nipples, then rub her own much more massive teat against it.

Then Iris found herself being ridden by Hermione with Ron behind her, both rutting wildly as Hermione tried to maul Iris' mouth with her own, mashing both their breasts together so they bulged out on either side of their bodies, and Ginny practiced her oral skills on another version of Lyra's cocks, this one suspiciously long and thin.

Ginny opened her legs for Iris next, gasping as she was filled, with Hermione again back over her mouth, and Ron standing next to them on the bed, moving his cock back and forth between the bookworm and the shapeshifting witch. Lyra moved behind Iris, pumping into her even as she filled Ginny.

She didn't know what time it was when Hermione crawled away from them, muttered, "Sleep," and passed out over the pillows. The whole evening was becoming a blur of lust and satisfaction, climaxes blending together into a maddening mixture of everything Iris felt she ever wanted.

Her form, at some point, turned back into Harry's, and that persona took back over, moving over and into the child-form of Lilith while something else of import happened just a little to Harry's right.

Ron, gasping for breath but still rock-hard, knelt, leaned back but upright on his knees as Ginny crawled toward him with the same look of passion in her eyes she wore when she looked at Harry, and took him in her mouth. "G- Gin," he gasped, resting his hands on her mussed, sweaty hair.

But he didn't push her away this time.

Ginny pushed all the way down, coughing twice, but got his whole eleven inches into her throat before pulling back. She wrapped two fingers around his base, and looked up her brother's muscular chest. Then she whispered, as he looked down at her, "I like your cock, Ron. It's sexy."

Then she pulled away and rolled onto her back, still looking up at him and pumping slowly with her left hand. The other ran down her body between her breasts to pull apart her petals. "Am I sexy, Ron?"

Harry, watching raptly, pumped another load into the Succubus' pussy and kept rutting. He wanted more, still... at least two more orgasms. More.

Ron slowly nodded. "Yeah. Y- you're really sexy, Gin."

"Am I dirty? I sucked my brother's dick, and I liked it."

"R- Really dirty," Ron groaned, and started pumping, staring down at her.

"D'you- want to touch me?"

He nodded.

"I'm dirty," Ginny whispered, "and I want you to touch my dirty places, Ron. The places Mum said we shouldn't play with."

He reached out a hand, and cupped her sex. Ginny sighed into him, then lifted her hips to grind into his palm as he pushed a thumb into her depths. Harry, wanting a better view, pulled free of Lilith to move to the side onto his knees, then yank her onto his lap, spearing the Succubus up past her ribcage, both now facing the siblings. Ron groaned as Ginny sighed in pleasure, one hand moving to pinch her nipples in turn, the other coming down to cover his. "That feels so good, Ron... you're making we so wet... D'you feel it? Feel how wet you're making me?"

Ron swallowed, but didn't answer.

Instead, he took on a determined countenance, and knee-walked back a bit, keeping his hand on Ginny's cunt, then put his face between her legs and pushed out with his tongue while slowly uncovering her.

"Master," Lilith cried out as she bounced on him, "Ron's eating his sister's dirty, naughty cunt! Isn't it hot?"

"Yeah," Harry agreed, "Finger-fuck her, Ron."

Then he took Lilith by the waist and started lifting the tiny body up and down until he was just buried tip-deep, then slamming her all the way onto his shaft, using her like a cock-sleeve. The pressure on his own member was exquisite, the tiny body's folds holding him with far more force than usual, yet Lilith was slick enough that it still felt amazing as she engulfed him in a way no child her size could actually do without mortal harm.

Ginny burst, gushing upward into Ron's mouth, covering his fingers and chin in her juices, and Harry filled Lilith a moment later. Ron kept mouthing his sister until she pushed him away, gasping. Ginny, though, immediately pounced on him as he sat on his haunches, pulling his cock between her lips again. "Owe," she said, going as deep as she could, then pulling off, "you," and again, "an," again, "orgasm." She kept speaking, punctuating each word with a deep-throat as far down her brother's eleven inches as she could manage, "gonna make you cum in my mouth, gonna love it, love the taste, love your cock, love Harry's cock, love cock, love co-!"

The last word was cut off as Ron shoved his member into his sister's face as hard as he could, blasting out with a clear climax as he roared her name, hands clutching her head to his pelvis.

Harry continued to pull the tight pussy of the Succubus down onto him while Ron gingerly flopped onto his back spread-eagled, one arm draped over Hermione's slender waist and panting desperately. His hips jerked spasmodically into Ginny's face as she very slowly, lips sealed tightly around his cock, pulled free. She separated with a very loud popping sound, then opened her mouth to show Ron, then looked over her shoulder at the two shagging nearby.

Ron had unleashed an incredible load, and even though most had doubtless gone straight down his sister's throat, Ginny still held at least a quarter-cup of his semen in her mouth. Then she closed her lips, swished it around, and swallowed the lot before lowering herself, grinning stupidly, to the wrinkled, disheveled bedspread. "So tasty..."

Harry enjoyed his final climax of the night while he watched the very sated siblings drift quickly (though with good reason) to sleep, then lay down with child-Lilith still on him and joined them.

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