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Sirius Black whistled as he made his way down the street to his goddaughter's house for his check-up. He was in a good mood today. He had won a lot of money at the gambling house he frequented, had won a mind game against Dumbledore at the Wizengamot, and had taken down his cousin's idiot husband in their game of passive-aggressive social chess.
He had been puzzled by Ivy's demand that the check-up takes place at her home and not at St Mungo's but lvy had inherited the stubbornness of her mother and the pig-headedness of her father, plus with her fiery attitude and temper, she tended to get her own way, whether you like it or not.
He finally arrived at her flat and knocked on the door. He heard a few muffled sounds as if she was placing things on a shelf in a hurry, then footsteps, and finally the door opened.
" Hi Padfoot, how are you?", Ivy squealed as she rushed to hug him. In such a rush she was, she knocked the wind out of Sirus and almost knocked him down.
"I'm fine, kiddo, but I really need to need to breathe" he was able to croak out.
Ivy let go of him with a blush and stepped back to regard him. Sirius was a handsome man with brown, shaggy hair, a
drooping mustache, a goatee, and gray eyes. He had been known and was proud to have been a hound dog when he was young. He still was, but his duties had constrained that part of his life.
As he stepped into her flat, he could see that it was typical for an early 20-something witch. Warm palettes, candles, and a lot of cushions. Why did they need so many cushions? A question that baffled him, as he was sure most men, but then he had seen how horrified women had been when he had invited them to his bachelor pad. Apparently, there was a thing called 'too spartan'. So he would call it a draw.
He then regarded his goddaughter. He had been a fixture in her life since she was born and had helped raise (mostly spoil ) her and her siblings. She had been a Prefect and Head Girl, to the horror of James, the pride of Lily, and the smug smirk of Professor McGonagall. She then had done her internship with Madam Pomfrey and had gone on to do her healer's course at St Mungo's.
Ivy was a beautiful girl with shoulder-length black hair which was sleek, unlike her father. She wore a pair of glasses over her emerald green eyes. She wore a white short-sleeve blouse, which was a bit tight on her, and had the top button undone to show a bit of her small cleavage with a hint of white lace bra( not that he would look any further, he had standards and Lily had threatened him a blunt knife to the balls while James sniggered when she was thirteen), and black knee length pleated skirt. She was also wearing her lime green healer's robe over her outfit.
"Are you ready for your check-up, Uncle Padfoot?" Ivy asked brightly.
"I guess I am but why did I have to come here? I could have come to your office at St Mungo's", he started to reason, but he was stopped in his tracks, by a glare from his usually sweet Goddaughter.
"It's because you're an animagus. Surely you, my father, and Wormtail know that when a wizard or witch becomes an animagus, the characteristics of the animal blend in with their magic present. It may be subtle such as your good hearing or as blunt as your like for rare steak." she countered.
"Also because you are the only idiot, who hasn't registered with the Ministry, any healer would be duty-bound to report you and you could be cooling your heals for 6 months in Azkaban or 10000 galleons in fines. Honestly, have you never questioned why only Auntie Andromeda has been doing your checkups?", she shot back
"Because of my good looks and charms", he tried to joke
The joke got him a whack on the head with a hastily conjured newspaper.
"Oww!!, ok, ok, I'll be serious", as he deftly ducked away from another hit with a laugh, "Ok Ok, why?"
"Because Auntie Andromeda is now a member of House Black and her familial oath prevents her from informing the Ministry
, so you show her a little more gratitude", she glared back
"However, for now, please strip in the bedroom and wear the robe that's on the bed", she ordered in her most professional tone.
What followed was one of the first the most embarrassing moments of his life. He was pricked and prodded and showed way too much skin to a girl who he cared for in a familial way. He always suspected that Healers had a sadist streak, and sadly Ivy's personality and that streak combined to form a toxic mixture.
Finally, with one last prod to his arm, she completed the checklist. He gave a sigh of relief and was about to get changed when he felt another prod to the stomach. He looked up to find her looking at him with an expectant look on her face.
"We're not done yet, only one half has been completed, I will need you to go into your animagus form", she said matter of factly.
"Do I really need to?", he pleaded
"Yes", she said tersely
With a sigh, he removed the robe and turned into Padfoot, looking up at her, he gave her a bark. She then guided him to a large table where she signaled him to stand. As he did so, she then proceeded to move next to him and pet his head and play with his ears, as she used to when she was a child.
As she moved closer to him, he noticed something when he finally sniffed at her instinctively. Tilting his head curiously, he sniffed again, smelling something he hadn’t from her before, something that tickled his instincts and, unnoticed to him, caused the tip of his red dog cock to extend from the sheath under him.
She didn’t notice at first, too busy checking his teeth and joints and treating him like a normal dog for a bit. As he shifted in place a bit, she glanced at his rear legs and then blushed as she realized his cock was showing. As a healer and a young female witch, she had seen her share of cocks, but it was the first time she had ever seen a dog's cock and despite everything, she was aroused.
Unbeknownst to her, Sirius slowly was beginning to lose control of his instincts as he smelled her arousal as well as her fertility, due to her ovulating at the time as well. His cock slowly extended from the sheath the more his instincts took over, while her eyes kept glancing at it, her own arousal increasing as she saw the thick, red cock slide out into view.
Her tongue slid out of her mouth a bit to lick her suddenly dry lips as her face flushed more with arousal and less with embarrassment. She shifted in place a bit as a wet spot formed in her panties under
her skirt. She didn’t notice as Padfoot’s head lowered down to sniff at her skirt, her eyes still staring at the, to her, strange-looking cock.
Soon it came time to inspect his privates, with a questioning look at him, he almost wrecked his neck giving his consent. She first caressed his balls, causing him to cough and almost as if she was teasing him slowly but surely putting her hands n his cock.
At the first touch, Sirius lost control completely of his instincts and started to pant in pleasure. His hips thrust forward a bit, sliding it between her hands and causing her to gasp at the feeling of it. With a slight blush, she moved a bit closer to it, her mouth slightly open as she breathed quickly, due to her own arousal, as she slowly stroked along the length of the shaft. It felt slick, but solid like it had a bone in it.
Padfoot started to thrust his hips into her hands, instinct telling him to fuck something right now as he smelled a fertile bitch that wanted it. He lowered his head to her skirt again, sniffing at her as he smelled her juices. So lost in his pleasure he suddenly bit into her clothes and with a growl tore them savagely from her. Ivy screamed as she fell to the floor landing on her back.
Ivy was now as bare as the day that she was born, while Sirus's instincts were screaming at him to stop, Padfoot the Grim was now in command. He got down from the table and approached Ivy with what she would describe as a leer. He moved towards Ivy's sizable chest which had pale pink aureoles topped by eraser-sized pink nipples.
Padfoot’s tongue quickly lapped at her nearest breast, causing her to gasp and then moan loudly at the feeling. His tongue seemed to do wonders for her as its rough and sandpaper-like texture provided her with even greater pleasure than any of her previous partners. Padfoot took the time to alternate and leave her a quivering mess at the end of it.
Her near orgasm intrigued him, Padfoot leaned his head down to her lap and licked near her folds. Padfoot then moved his cold nose closer to her mound and started to lick between her thighs this time, the tip of his tongue hitting her clit. She collapsed backward as his rough tongue tapped that bundle of nerves and almost made her cum from it.
Her collapse had caused her legs to spread a bit, leaving more room for the large black dog to move towards her pussy and lick again, this time rubbing the long rough tongue along her entire slit, tasting her arousal now as he licked her repeatedly. She moved her hand to her mouth and screamed in pleasure into it as she came hard.
The massive dog moved his nose closer to her folds as she lifted her hips and licked faster, his tongue spreading her lips and dipping into her hole each time and causing her orgasm to hit again, her screams of pleasure increasing even though muffled by her hands and her legs sliding further apart. As he kept licking, a third orgasm hit her causing her to snap her legs closed and roll over, her legs pulled under her from the intense pleasure and her ass in the air now, showing her pale perky ass and now gushing slit as she was still cumming from the licking.
Padfoot moved over her as he recognized the position as his bitch being ready for mounting, his fur on his stomach rubbing her ass cheeks as he stood over her now while she shook under him from the pleasure, still not realizing what was going on around her yet. He was going to mount and breed this bitch, Lily be damned.
Ivy was coming down from her high when she noticed something thick, hot, and hard rub along between her ass cheeks. As it pulled back, she felt the pointed tip of something slide down across her tight rear hole, down a bit further to touch her dripping wet vulva, and then move forward, forcing her lips apart almost missing the hole, only to slip into it from her juices lubricating her.
The thick cock forced itself deep into her suddenly, the dog's enthusiasm ensuring that she didn't have time to get adjusted. Her pussy stretched painfully around the dog cock, the tip of it hitting her cervix hard before it stopped moving forward and leaving her gasping in pain, with tears in her eyes from the sudden intrusion of her womanhood.
Before she could even adjust to the pain, the thick member was suddenly pulled back until it was halfway in before thrusting into her again, just as hard. Not even a second later it was done again, then again, and again, again, again, as the massive black form of Padfoot fucked her hard, neither noticing nor caring whether or not she was in pain or pleasure.
As Padfoot kept fucking her, the pain slowly left, turning into pleasure from the sensation of a cock sliding in and out of her tight hole. Her eyes closed, tears still in them, as she whimpered underneath the large dog as most of her muscles were still spongy and shaking from the previous multiple orgasms from his tongue.
As the pain turned to pleasure, though, her hands started to move on their own, one moving to her breasts and still rock-hard nipples that were being rubbed into the bed covers by the thrusts from the dog,
and the other moved to her clit, sliding through her pubes to the sensitive button of nerves. As both hands reached their targets, she decided to enjoy this as best she could and pinched one nipple hard while her other hand started to gently rub her clit, causing her arousal to quickly rise to a fourth orgasm.
Unnoticed to her, a thick portion of Padfoot’s cock started to swell just outside her pussy, soon looking like two grapes on either side of his cock as he rammed into her harder. Padfoot instinctively started to fuck her harder, trying to force more of his cock into her to get the knot into her before it swelled fully. She kept moaning now, her hips pushing back to meet the thrusts into her as she kept rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples.
When the tip of the pointed cock finally hit the opening of her cervix, the motions of them both forced it open wider around the pointed tip, allowing the knot to slip into her tight pussy and stretching it far wider than before around it as the tip and two inches of the shaft entered her fertile womb. Her entire body clenched from the pain as her cervix was forced open around the thick cock, making her fingers on her nipples pinch harder than before and the two fingers playing with her clit to pinch it instead, causing her to orgasm on top of the pain and clench on the knotted cock harder before passing out from the pleasure and pain.
Padfoot barely slowed his thrusting, only changing the strokes as his knot swelled up inside her quickly to the size of two golf balls, holding his thick cock deep inside her as he started to cum, spraying his hot, virile seed into her unprotected womb. As he sprayed into her, he finally stopped thrusting and panted over her. He quickly poured almost a cup of his semen into his bitch’s fertile womb. As he stopped cumming, he moved to dismount her, pulling at her folds with the knotted cock still stuck inside her.
After almost ten minutes, the knot had shrank enough to slip out of her, still forcing her lips to stretch further than when it slipped in and leaving her gaping for a bit as cum leaked from her womb and down her thighs to the floor before she fell over onto her side, still unconscious from the orgasms.
Padfoot, still in control, moved next to her and laid down after cleaning himself before sleeping next to his bitch.
Somewhere in a dusty tapestry room in No 12 Grimmauld Place, The tapestry, showing the Black Family
Tree, updated next to a burned-off name, reading Ivy Black nee Potter, with a line connecting the burned-off name and the new name, before another line moved down from the middle of it, stopping to show a blank spot for a new name. A name for the conceived child of the two.