Bear's Beauties: Existential Crisis 27

[center]<<Remus Lupin>>[/center]

“Well Mooney, looks like for once I’m the responsible drinker,” Padfoot said with far too much joy and far too loudly.

“Fuck you Padfoot,” I grumbled as I sat down at the table and put my head against the cold porcelain plate, hoping it would ease the wicked hangover I had from celebrating Greyback’s death. There was an amused snort across the table, prompting me to lift my head up just enough to glare at the woman sitting on the opposite side, Nikhol, I think?

“And here I thought you were the responsible and mature one, Mr. Lupin,” she teased before taking a sip of her drink.

“Lay off, Nikhol,” the curly haired brunette (Taylor?) chided.

Before any further conversation could be had, the sound of the Floo echoed in from the hall, moments before Professor Dumbledore strided in, a somber frown on his face. Immediately his gaze locked on the members of Bear’s group in the dining room, and his frown deepened.

“Miss Hebert, Miss Diomedes, Miss Wilborn,” he said firmly, taking a seat while keeping his gaze locked on them.

“Here comes ‘the Talk’,” Lisa stage whispered.

“Contrary to popular belief, I do recognize that some people cannot be redeemed Miss Wilborn,” Dumbledore shot back.

“Sure, but you’re also a very old educator that has seen multiple generations of children pass through the halls of Hogwarts, and you can’t help but think of their time as a student whenever you’re interacting with Hogwarts alumni,” Nikhol said, rubbing at her chin. “That would explain your reluctance to utilize appropriate levels of force against your enemies, at your heart you’re a teacher, not a warrior.”

“Wait, if you’re a teacher at heart, why do you take so many political roles and lead the fight against Dark Lords?” Taylor asked, a question I was wondering myself.

Dumbledore sighed, taking off his spectacles and rubbing at his eyes, looking his hundred plus years in age. Putting his spectacles back on his nose, he looked at Taylor and answered, “I took the role of Chief Warlock shortly after capturing and imprisoning Gellert Grindelwald because I was quite literally the only member of the Wizengamont at the time over the age of twenty five. By the time I’d found a possible successor, I couldn’t convince them to accept because, to quote them, ‘without you as Chief Warlock, it’s not the Wizengamot.’ Similar circumstances led to my placement as Supreme Mugwump with similar difficulties in passing the position on to another.

“If I had my choice, I’d be solely Headmaster of Hogwarts, but I cannot find someone both suitable to replace me and willing to actually take my other positions. The ones who are suitable I can’t convince to take them, while those who are willing would use the positions to further their own goals, not the duties and responsibilities inherent in such high positions of power.”

I… how do you respond to hearing a confession like that? Albus Dumbledore had been the leader of the Wizarding World since before my father was born! It… it’s like when a child realizes that Mum and Dad are simply human.

“Well, you certainly have a better excuse than most Jedi I’ve met. You’re also far more self-aware,” Nikhol said, pulling me from my thoughts.

“I am over one hundred ten years old, Miss Diomedes. I have had a great deal of time to reflect and look upon my past actions, both those I did and those I chose not to do.”

Nikhol shrugged, “Like I said, more self-aware.”

[center]<<Harley Quinn>>[/center]

The witch with the mood ring for hair kept staring at me and Taytay, and it was high time I figured out why! So, as soon as breakfast broke up and everyone started heading their own ways, I pounced.

“So wha’s got ya so interested in me an’ Taytay?” I asked from my spot where I had her arm trapped between mine and ma girls.

Mood Ring Hair turned bright red as she stammered, “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“An’ I ain’ seen that Red’s a natural redhead, spill.”

“Who? Wait, no, I don’t need to know. Anyway…” I could tell she was going to continue to deny, so I decided to pull out the big guns.

“Tell me, pleeeeease?” the big pouty eyes worked every time!

“She’s not going to stop until you tell her what she wants, might as well just tell her,” Fuzzy said as he walked past us, making me nod firmly in agreement.

“Fine, just let go of my arm!” Mood Ring Hair (really need to think of a shorter nickname, it’ll come to me) agreed. Puppy eyes are victorious once again!

Setting free her arm, I grabbed her other hand and dragged her to the room Taytay and I’d been sharing and pushed her onto a bed before sitting down on the floor in front of her, like I was a little girl ready for story time.

“Sooooo…” I began, lightly bouncing.

“I… last month… IaccidentallyspiedonyouandTaylorwhileyouwerehavingsex,” Mood Ring Hair blurted out, her face turning red like a tomato and her hair matching.

“Oh that’s it? If ya wanted ta join, ya shoulda said somethin’,” I responded, a little disappointed it was something so simple.

She stared at me uncomprehendingly for a moment, the red color draining from her hair and face. Making me wonder…

“What can ya do besides change ya hair color?” I asked, snapping her from her befuddlement.

“Er, pretty much anything I can imagine. I can’t turn into an animal, but so long as I stick to the human form I can change just about everything,” Mood Ring Hair answered, seemingly glad for the topic, not that I could understand why.

“Can ya turn inta a furry?” I asked, a wicked fun idea beginning to form in my head.

“I… don’t know? I’ve never heard the word used that way.”

“Ya know, a person with animal ears, fur, tail, a furry. Can ya do it?”

Instead of answering, she started to grow fur on her face and hands, her nose shifting into a black little nub, her ears turning into triangles and migrating to the top of her head. The whole process took about thirty seconds, but just as I’d hoped, she turned into an adorable cat-girl! There was only one possible response, and there was no way she’d be expecting anything but.

“Gah!” Mood Ring Kitty cried out as I leapt off the food and tackled her before reaching to scratch her adorable kitty ears. I like cute things, so sue me.

As I scritched, scratched, stroked, and petted the fluffy kitty ears, I couldn’t help but notice the noises that Mood Ring Kitty was making. Apparently kitty ears are sensitive, because she was letting out a lovely mix of purring and moaning. I hope she didn’t have anywhere to be today, because the noises she was making were going straight to my own little pussy.

Hmm…she was cute, but unlike Hyacinth’s Coven we hadn’t really talked about bringing Mood Ring Hair into our Family. I’d put in a good word for her, but I should really talk to the others before doing anything more than some heavy petting with her. Although…

“Got one last question for ya,” I said, poking Mood Ring Kitty in the cheek to get her attention.

“Wha?” good, she was paying attention.

“Can ya grow a dick?”

“Um… yeah? Why?”

“Do it.”

Mood Ring Kitty’s nose scrunched up adorably, before the front of her robes formed a tent. Decent size, not quite as girthy as Fuzzy, but still decent. She pulled back slightly, just enough for her to pull her robes off, and push the now ill-fitting panties (turquoise lace, nice) off. Right, definitely need to talk to the others about getting Mood Ring Hair into the Family. Girls are nice, but nothing beats a good hard dicking, and Fuzzy can only be in one place at a time. Pulling Mood Ring Kitty back, I placed her head between Da Girls and got back to work on playing with her ears.

“Ya know,” I began, as the purring and moaning started up again. “If ya want, tha odds are good that when we leave this Earth, ya could come with us. A big family, adventures throughout tha multiverse, and ta top it off, Fuzzy’s really great in bed. Even if we gotta keep pushin’ him ta take charge, that’s half tha fun.”

“F… Fuzzy?” Mood Ring Kitty asked, her voice husky and her eyes lidded over with lust.

“Ya know, tha only guy in our Family? I call him Fuzzy, because he very much is.”

At this point, the noises Mood Ring Kitty were making were really getting to me. So, I took one hand from the scritching and petting to work my shirt off, glad that I’d decided to not bother with a bra this morning. With Da Girls freed from their cloth prison, I looked down to meet Mood Ring Kitty’s eyes.

“Tell ya what, give Da Girls some suckin’, and I’ll talk Taytay inta sittin on ya face. Sound good?” I offered.

Mood Ring Kitty’s response was clear and irrefutable. She leaned up and took my left nipple into her mouth, her cheeks caving in as she started suckling away. Immediately, jolts of electricity shot through me. I loved having Da Girls sucked on, they were so sensitive, always had been. Took me forever to get used to having the fabric of my bras rubbing against them when puberty hit. Hell, taking Fuzzy between them was almost as good as actually getting fucked. Plus the way they made Red go crazy… I should really talk to Fuzzy, see if he’d be willing to find my Earth, so I could talk her into joining us.

A sharp nip brought me back to the present, Mood Ring Kitty having given my nipple a soft bite before moving to the other Girl. Returning my focus where it should be, on fluffy kitty ears and petting of said ears.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” I cooed as she started sucking on my right nipple, my fingers tracing patterns on the twitching cat ears sticking out of the top of her head. As I called her a good girl, Mood Ring Kitty’s hips started to move, back and forth, humping the air as the sensations were apparently getting to her, just like they were getting to me.

I closed my eyes as a small orgasm shot through me, making my back muscles tighten and flex, pushing Mood Ring Kitty’s head into Da Girl. Her head was close enough I was able to lean down and gently took one of her cat ears between my teeth and gave it a tug. There was a rush of air against my breast as Mood Ring Kitty gasped through her nose, her hips thrusting forwards one last time as her cock started to erupt, shooting jet after jet of white sperm across the bed sheet.

I let go of Mood Ring Kitty’s head, and she fell back, gasping and panting, not that I was much better. Still after a few minutes, we both got our breathing under control, and Mood Ring Kitty returned to her normal look, putting her panties and robes back on.

“I… I’ve never done anything that,” she admitted with a blush.

“It was fun,” I told her as I pulled my shirt back on. “So submissive…wonder what ya’d be like with Fuzzy inside ya? Or maybe ya could have me suckin’ on ya dick while Fuzzy’s poundin’ me from behind. Or ya being the one fuckin’ me, and Fuzzy in ya from behind. Mood Ring, if ya join the Family tha’ll open up so many options.”

Face lit with a nuclear blush, she glanced one way then the other, before finally saying, “I’ll think about it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I really need to get to work.”

“Bye Mood Ring! I’ll talk ta Taytay for ya!”