And so began the era of the wolf, the tiger and the dog. Sure, Prongs and Wormtail were there too, but they'd leave us big carnivores at sometime in the night. Then it was just we three—running, stalking, pouncing, smelling, nuzzling and wrestling. We gradually came to end our nights back at the Shrieking Shack, curling up to sleep in a pile of limbs and fuzzy coats of hair on the old, musty bed as dawn broke over the horizon. I'd leave the room to transform back into my person and return to my companions, snuggling in to sleep between my two loves who had changed out of their fur right along with me.
We would wake, bleary and happy, and they would massage the aches out of my muscles and bones. Since it was easier on clothes to transform naked, we were bare when we returned, making our cuddling an erotic, skin filled fantasy come true. Over time we took things farther and touched each other in increasingly intimate ways. Padfoot and I explored (new territory for me) and appreciated the features of her feminine form. She, in turn, was adept at taking our pleasure to new heights.
That first time, after the screams of pain during my transformation back woke them, Tiger-Rose just held me; she enveloped me in her softness, stroking my hair as my head rested on her chest with my chin nestled in her cleavage. I peacefully listened to the calming beat of her heart. There was something so soothing and nurturing about her tender embrace. She exuded comfort and embodied all the positive aspects of the female archetype: Angel, Mother, Friend, Lover.
Padfoot had curled around my back, running his fingers over our arms and legs. Then I felt his erection nudging me (the horny git!) and he slid his hand between us. Tiger's breath hitched as he brushed over her mound. He grazed his touch over my balls and then gathered up my hardening cock in his fingers and stroked it, making the head poke into her velvety skin.
I felt her reach down, forearm brushing against my shaft and Padfoot's fist, and I chanced a glimpse of her hand kneading and working her slit as she watched us from heavily lidded forest-green eyes. Padfoot rubbed his own stiffness against my inner thighs whispering "Moofoot" in my ear and increased the speed and pressure for the both of us. It was obvious that we found the girl's wanking over us incredibly fascinating and arousing—it was not long before we blew our loads to the sounds of Tiger-Rose moaning.
With each monthly romp we became more adventurous in our morning-after sessions. The massages turned to mutual hand-jobs; Tiger-Rose and Padfoot with entwined fingers wrapped around my prick, me pushing her breasts together while Padfoot thrust in between the tightly squeezed voluptuous cushions of nipple-tipped flesh, and us boys taking our turn to explore the wet, petal-pink flower of her womanhood.
Our manual manipulations graduated to pleasuring each other with our mouths. The first time Tiger-Rose brought her tongue to my tip, I gasped and grabbed at Padfoot. He held a steadying arm around me and laughed, pulling her hair back from her face so I could see my shaft disappearing into her lips. His breath tickled in my ear, "Isn't she beautiful?" And she was.
She knew things my Paddy didn't (that I vowed to try on him later) and made humming yummy noises that vibrated tingling jolts throughout me. When she slipped a finger into my asshole, I instantly sprayed my hot stickiness down her throat.
Padfoot and I pressing our faces together, vying (in between canine kisses) for the taste between her thighs was so immensely satisfying too. Making her head roll helplessly on the pillows and body shudder under our ministrations became a personal challenge for us. She made such sexy sounds in her ecstasy!
Somehow, we never penetrated each other (Sirius and I had kept that most intimate of things private between ourselves). But then there was a night like no other. It was the last full moon before our N.E.W.T's, bitter-sweetly heralding the end of our school days, and it rose huge and yellow for the occasion.
That fateful night Tiger-Rose seemed more restless than usual, her languid tail swishing constantly as she paced around us. And all the while, her alluring female scent was stronger than ever-- Nay, over-powering, assaulting our delicate canine noses and inflaming other senses as well. It dizzily filled me and the dog with a burning desire. It was difficult to focus on anything but our achingly stiffened loins.
Padfoot was the first to crack. When we stopped to rest at our favorite glen (the same clearing where we'd first met the tiger) the sight of her rear sticking up tantalizingly, the base of her tail curled up over the side her enticing opening as she drank from the stream, sent him over the edge.
With a desperate whimper, he flopped down and lifted his leg, revealing his sensitive engorged tissues unsheathed from its fur casing. He started snuffling and lapping frantically at it with whines in the back of his throat. I surveyed the tiger hungrily as she gazed upon this scene of uncontrollable depravity.
Prongs snorted and fell to the ground, wriggling on his back and kicking his hooves into the air in mirth. I heard faint mewling emitting from the back of Tiger-Rose's throat, barely audible at first, and then grow louder and more insistent. She approached the dog and snuffled her nose against his. They eased into some unusual arrangement of slurping and licking, a sort form of combined kissing and oral gratification.
I was so caught up in being the intent voyeur that I didn't notice when Prongs left with Wortmail. And then something inside of the wolf broke free. My primal basic instincts shoved all other thoughts from my tenuous grasp on consciousness-- That pulsating pink passage held the answer to my sexual satisfaction and was drawing me in. I was incredibly and hopelessly ensnared by a driving force, as strong as the pull of the moon and tides, as ancient as the earth itself.
I leapt with a feral roar as Nature and the Universe silently screamed "Accio!" to my snout, summoning it to her mysterious well of delectable nectar. I buried and burrowed in among her hot juicy folds, savoring the taste of her magnetic essence.
I heard Padfoot finish grandly with a yelp and a yowl. He rolled away watching us and I became aware of furiously humping air, needing something…needing…Tiger-Rose let out a frustrated wildcat snarl and lowered her elbows to the ground, presenting to me, hind end in the air.
I didn't think I just wrapped my forelegs around her body forcefully, claws grappling as I savagely plunged my straining tumescence into her inviting depths. I pumped my thrusts with abandon. Nothing else mattered…but…but …this! The explosion of my orgasm! I threw back my wolfy head and howled as I sent my seed hurtling into her depths; in that moment it felt as if our fiery carnal act had successfully set the controls for the heart of the sun.
I opened my eyes hours later to faint sunlight filtering through the cracks of our dusty love-nest. Tiger-Rose and Padfoot were rustling and groping around under the covers next to me.
"Sorry mate," he said, noticing they'd woken me up. "You don't mind if we, you know….?" He asked with pleading puppy-dog eyes.
"No," I mumbled sedately rolling over to face them, "Of course not. You two go ahead, I just really need to rest…." I yawned and felt sleep pulling me under again. "I love you guys…." I murmured.
Tiger-Rose kissed my forehead. "We love you too, Moony." Padfoot kissed me too.
I felt each of them take one of my hands, holding them tightly. I sunk into dreamy darkness, the jostling and moaning on the bed next to me fading away.
The second time I awoke, I was tugged out of my golden slumber by my blissfully smiling companions running their hands all over my body.
"Rise and shine, Sweetness," Tiger-Rose purred sensuously.
"It's your turn, Love." Padfoot was grinning as he helped the tiger-girl straddle me.
I felt her crinkly hair on my stomach as she sat on me. She looked at me questioningly, searching my face for consent. The dog-boy was just nodding encouragingly.
"Yeah," was all I could muster out in a whisper as I grabbed her left tit, the one with the cute little mole on it.
She shifted position and poised her wet silkiness over the top of the head of my eager penis. And without using hands she lowered herself to envelop me in a new kind of embrace. We moaned simultaneously. I noticed it was different than Sirius, more textured somehow, more like a tongue.
She began rocking and grinding very slowly, face suffused in passionate rapture. I saw Padfoot's entranced expression beside me and reached up to cup his cheek as he began touching both of us all over.
"Wait!" he said, stopping us while my shaft was sunk to the hilt. "I wanna try something." He gently pulled her over so that we were lying on our sides, her legs hugging my waist and me still buried deep within her.
Padfoot curled around her back, nipping at her shoulders. He poked a finger in her ass. I felt it prodding and probing me through the adjoining wall of her flesh. She gasped in writhing pleasure. "Hullo in there,' he teased, giving me a wink, then withdrew and proceeded to penetrate her backdoor with his prick.
We all groaned. Soon, Tiger-Rose started thrashing and jouncing, frantic in her exquisite ecstasy. Padfoot and I quickly found our rhythm, pushing in and pulling back together in tandem. We were pleasing each other just as much as we were pleasuring her.
She grew increasingly wild, moaning and screaming, clutching and clawing. There were canine howls and feline snarls as we called out in our passion, reaching our peaks (undoubtedly fueling the rumors in Hogsmeade of loud spirits dominating the Shrieking Shack).
All of us panted and gasped for breath as we fell back into the bed, drained and satiated. There were tender caresses and profound confessions in the murmured words of amazement, compliments and love passed between the wolf, the tiger and the dog.
We ended the year, the last two weeks of school devoted to studying for and taking our N.E.W.T.'s. Serena-Rose had actually forgone her typical rowdiness in the evenings in favor of schoolwork. We got through exams and had an end-of-school party in the common room that outdid anything we'd ever done before.
All too soon, it was time to say good-bye. We stood on the steps outside the Entrance Hall stalling for time until we would have to get into the carriages to the train station. We just kept looking at each other in unfathomable mixed emotions. James and Lily were unable to let go of each other, Peter was drinking in his last glimpses of Serena-Rose and Sirius and I were choked up about the impending departure our special companion (she was due in Dumbledore's office any minute now to floo back to California).
Serena-Rose was the first to break the melancholy silence. "So, Petey, you won't forget me when I'm gone will you? She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips and stuffed a purple velvet sack into his hands.
He opened it, withdrawing a bottle of rose-scented hand lotion and a photograph. We crowded around to look at it: There she was, completely nude except for her favorite pair of high-heel cowboy boots and a Gryffindor tie trailing from her wrist, sitting coyly on her broom and then straightening a leg over the handle to straddle it and then arching her back, reaching into the twigs with a desirous expression on her amused features.
He squeaked and didn't bother to hide the small nub of a bump at the front of his robes. He desperately clasped her to him. "I'll always love you!" he gulped in a stifled sob and then ran to the first available carriage with tears in his eyes.
"Ok," laughed James after he'd recovered enough to speak, "Where's my present Aldebaran?"
Serena-Rose turned to Lily and they whispered and giggled. Our Tiger actually giggled! Although I don't know why it surprised me that she could chameleon herself with the girls as well as she had done with us boys. "Do it! Give it! Now!" Serena-Rose was urging and nudging her "He'll love it!" She pivoted to face James, "I made her do it, so that's my present, something for you to remember her by until you get your own place."
Lily nervously handed James a similar velvet pouch, but bright green like her eyes.
James looked the contents within. Another photograph from the looks of it, and his expression registered shock, surprise, then admiration, lust and a painful yearning. He clasped it to his chest so none of us could see and fell to his knees in front of Lily, clutching her robes with his free hand.
"Marry me! Marry me!" He gushed out, all stag-like dignity forgotten. "I swear I'll do anything to make you happy! Anything you want! I'll get us a house with a white picket fence! We'll have dogs and cats and tons of beautiful babies!" he babbled on, and Lily just stroked his hair, beaming and murmuring, "Yes… yes…"
Serena-Rose turned to us. "This is for you guys, " she said in a strangled voice as she pressed a nicely framed photo into out hands "For your cottage. Consider it a house-warming gift."
There we were, the wolf the tiger and the dog. I recognized it immediately as one that Lily had took at the after-N.E.W.T party: Me on the left (one of the only times my true smile was ever captured on film because Sirius had just pinched my bum and Serena-Rose was whispering something absurdly naughty in my ear), Serena-Rose in the middle, widely ginning with love on her face before she turned to me and back toward the camera laughing in abandon and then to Sirius on the right, glancing at us in amusement and throwing his head and long black hair back and undoubtedly doing his signature bark. Across our chests was a scribbled message: "All my love always, your best bosom buddy, T-R."
There were no words that could describe our wrenching heartbreak of being ripped apart. We pressed our foreheads together in a three-way embrace, fighting tears. We didn't speak. We heard other students go past to the carriages, we heard James and Lily excuse themselves and leave. I could have sworn the entire grounds were doing the weeping we were fighting back at that moment.
Our human and beast minds melded and communed in a profound connection. Our lips met briefly in our triangle and she whispered, "Please don't forget me…." Then, suddenly she broke away and ran into the Entrance Hall leaving the canines feeling the loss of the tiger. She took a piece of my heart with her that day.