Bad Doggy
Finally.
Having broken free from Azkaban Prison, Sirius Black not only becomes an icon among all villainous wizards and witches, but he also becomes a free man.
Well, in this case, a free canine, often mistaken as a Grim in the wizarding world - a dog that if seen, foretells bad luck and overall... possibly death.
Sirius had no time to think of all the details, however. His focus was getting as far away from Azkaban as he could.
Under the alias "Padfood", Sirius approaches a rather large house, surrounded by the cities. The place looked rather average, truly not that magical at all.
Life as a dog would be hard, here. Already Sirius finds himself playing frogger with the streets, trying not to get hit. Making it across the street, Padfoot sits on the sidewalk outside the large house and pants, looking anxiously at the traffic.
_My God... these people drive like mad! I nearly died... I'd best get some cover for the night, I'll need to... huh?_Padfoot's incredible sense of smell catches wind of a light, feminine scent - in his nostrils, the scent is warm and even a bit musky.
Well, well... that does smell rather... good. Oh... it's been so long since I've had the company of a female... I wonder if... no, I truly shouldn't.
Padfoot ignores his better conscience and sneaks through the fence posts surrounding the house. He appears in its back yard where there is a rather large pool and lawn chairs - three of them - lined up next to each other, facing the pool.
On one of the chairs is thirteen year old girl with wavy brown hair. The musk was coming from her.
Padfoot slowly stalks his way up to the girl, close enough to where he can hear her speaking. She's using a telephone.
"Yeah? And then what would you do..." she says in a rather flirtatious, sultry voice, "Uh huh? Yeah... Oooh, that makes me _so_hot..."
Who the devil would she be speaking to that way? No matter... her scent... it's making me... mgh...
Padfood attempts to move closer, but the sound of a door opening startles him, chasing him out of the fence again. Curious, he sticks his head back in, in awe at what he sees.
An older, overweight man, near his thirties approaches the girl, who suddenly takes her hand out of her pants and hangs up her phone, turning her head to the man, almost as if being caught.
The man is pretty well hung for his age and size, approaching the girl and leaning over the back of the chair. "Your mother isn't home."
"Oh? I suppose I should start now..." the girl says, almost happily.
The man begins groping and caressing the young girl. To Padfoot's delight, he feels his groin tingling and an erection begins to grow.
"Hermione, your chest has gotten bigger, hasn't it?"
"Yes, Daddy, I think so. My minge is also changed. I had to shave it this morning, care to see?"
Padfoot shakes his head and starts panting as the girl - Hermione - stands out of the lounge chair. She's clearly wearing a rather skimpy bikini - black and sheer. It may as well be considered lingerie.
Hermione lowers her panties, showing the man she called "Daddy" her bare, swollen vagina.
"Hermione, Dear... you're swelling."
"Is that good, Daddy?"
"Of course. It means you're ready for our game! You know what to do, Princess."
Hermione lowers herself to her knees, her bottoms still around her knees. As she kneels, she takes her father's cock in her mouth; not hesitating, Hermione immediately begins sucking, bobbing her shaggy, brown-haired head up and down the massive shaft.
As she's kneeling, her legs are wide apart, spreading open her pussy lips, releasing more of her musky scent. Padfoot musters all his strength to keep him from dashing into the yard. Feeling his erection harden even more, Padfoot can only watch.
The man stops Hermione's sucking and smiles, "Turn around, Love. Let Daddy soothe your aching pussy before Mum comes home, yeah?"
"Alright, I've missed it!" Hermione says, turning around, showing her father her round, supple ass. Beneath her ass is her swollen, glistening, dampened pussy.
Hermione's father slowly gets to his knees, positioning his cock against her pussy, sliding the tip up and down her entrance, rubbing her clit with his leaking tip.
"Ungh... Daddy... that feels so nice..." Hermione moans gently, sighing in relief and pleasure.
"Good, that's a good girl," her father says, slowly easing his cock deeply into her pussy, listening to her moan and coo in pleasure.
Padfoot begins panting a bit harder as he watches Hermione's pussy swallow the entire length of her father's cock. He watched attentively as Hermione's father pressed his thighs against his daughter's, soon pulling out his length, only to slide it back in, picking up the pace.
"Daddy... mgh! Yes... please... harder!"
Hermione's begging made her father smile, and he gladly thrusted harder, also a bit faster.
The moaning and cooing fill the night air as Padfoot ends up creeping close to the situation, smelling Hermione's scent as her father pulls his cock out of her, cumming all over her pussy, filling it with his creamy, thick cum.
Padfoot can't help himself. He dives between Hermione's father and her pussy, shoving the father out of the way.
"What the?!" Hermione's father jumps, stumbling on his knees, "A dog?! Whose dog is..."
Hermione's father falls silent as he watches as the mangy black dog laps deeply at Hermione's pussy, licking his cum out of her and slipping his tonge deeply into her pussy.
He licks hard and fast over Hermione's clit, forcing her to shake as she cums. Hermione's moans are more aggressive as the sensitivity in her clit intensifies. She cums again, harder, dampening Padfoot's maw.
Padfoot begins to thrust his hips, his cock reaching out but grabbing nothing. As he licks faster and faster, he feels a knot forming at the base of his canine cock.
Suddenly, his seed sprays onto the ground and onto Hermione's leg.
Hermione's shaking orgasm is too much; she crawls away, hoping to catch a breather.
"Hermione, my goodness!" her father cries, "Even the animals want a piece of your sexy ass." Hermione's father looks down at Padfoot's groin, noticing his large, thick, red cock, twitching under his belly, "He's even got a chubby! Hermione, honey... why not welcome this little doggy to our home, huh? The way Daddy showed you."
Hermione, panting and shaking, still cumming a bit, turns to face the cum-faced dog, smiling and looking up at her father.
"Should I fuck him, Daddy?"
"Nah, princess. Let him fuck you. He's our little guest afterall.
Padfoot begins panting. What? Seriously? They aren't angry? Yes! I'm getting laid... oh, it's been so long!
_ _ Suddenly, he watches as Hermione leans forward, moving her hands under his arms and picking him up slightly. Laying backwards, Hermione drags the medium sized dog overtop of her, Padfoot's tip grazes Hermione's clitoris; that's enough to send him wild.
Padfoot thrusts madly, panting as he looks down at the girl, who looks pleased, yet confused.
Padfoot's panting intensifies as he quickens his thrusts, wrapping his arms tightly over Hermione's hips and knotting deeply inside her.
"Ooh! Daddy, the dog feels rather... tight... suddenly!" Hermione moans, "Is... is this..." Hermione is interrupted by a feeling of swelling. Padfoot's knot grows larger, connecting the two quite tightly.
"Oh! He's knotted!" Hermione's father laughs, "Means he's gonna cum. He can't get out 'til he does, though. Aren't you lucky?"
Padfoot grins as he feels a strange sensation. He then recalls a little-heard-of rule in the wizarding world: Should any wizard fornicate with a muggle, a special bond is formed. Not only will a bond be formed, but it's also an informal engagement.
Padfoot's ears perk as Hermione smile down, "Does this mean you're my familiar now?" she whispers out of her father's range of hearing.
Familiar? Wait, is she a witch? She's a Hogwarts student, I'll bet! Muggles don't know about familiars.
The ministry of magic is an organization responsible for maintaining, protected, and often times regulating the magic that takes place in all of the wizarding world.
Once they've received notice of Padfoot's and Hermione's bonding, the bonding was seen more as a familiar and master bond; it was as if Sirius was never a part of it.
It was decided. Hermione would soon receive a letter from the ministry congratulating her on the bonding of her new familiar. An owl would be sent the next day.
It was agreed upon, for future fun, that Padfoot would be allowed to sleep at the Granger's house that night. In the morning, Padfoot awoke on Hermione's bed, still in his canine form to see Hermione bustling about in her room, packing and frantically searching through her belongings and her clothing.
She stops, looking back at the dog, "Today is the day!" she says excitedly, "Today is the day I get to go back to Hogwarts! I dunno if you know, doggy, but... I'm a witch!"
Padfoot tilts his head. I knew it! She is indeed a witch. Living here... she must be muggleborn. Either way, she's my witch now... I should go with her.