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Greg whirred his wings rapidly as he lightly bounced on his legs. The wonderful feeling of unused muscles being stretched spread through his body, and he sighed. It had been ages since he'd had a chance to transform into his Animagus form. He settled quickly into the form as he adjusted to the widened vision from his blood-red eyes and faster reflexes. As a human, he often found himself cumbersome and lumbering, his limbs moving sluggishly and inelegant. In this form, he was nimble, and sharp. His senses heightened, he was the cream of the crop. If cicadas had crops.
The sense of urgency in his bladder reminded him of why he had transformed. Right. That.
He barely swivelled his head as he scanned his surroundings for any potential bystanders. Mm, no humans in the area, which was to be expected considering how far he'd hidden into the Forbidden Forest before transforming. Still, there didn't seem to be any mammals either. He didn't much feel like doing it to the family of spiders below, for fear that they told the Acromantula clan to seek retribution. The garden snakes reminded him too much of his House mates, and that was just a turn-off. As much as he would enjoy imagining Draco's expression…-No, he fluttered his wings briefly to shake his thoughts. He had slipped out of his communal housing just off Downwardly Way to sneak back to Hogwarts where he could spread his wings. He wasn't going to ruin this chance by letting ol' Drakey-boy ruin his fun.
Finally lifting his wings off his segmented thorax, he took flight into the cool night sky. Flying as a cicada was different from Quidditch practice. For one thing, his level of control on a broom was nothing compared to the way he darted over or under branches, avoiding spider webs. That had been a difficult lesson. He'd spent ages in the Goyle apple orchards practicing during the summer before his seventh year. Why then? His dad, mostly.
"You've been an Animagus for a year, but your skills aren't good enough. Go train." Those were Goyle Sr's final words to his son before kicking him out and banning him from returning until nightfall.
It had been gruelling, but he'd figured it out. Of course, he hadn't figured out everything until he'd been released from Azkaban. What a day that had been.
Greg's reminiscing was cut abruptly short as he felt another urgent pang. Ah. He'd better find a target soon, or he'd have wasted this opportunity for nothing.
Eyes scanning for every movement as the wind began to pick up, he landed on a swaying branch and waited. His senses tingled as the vibrations of rustling entered his tympanae. Something was rustling.
Severus tucked his wings into his body and dove through the Forest, his eyes shut as he flitted through the familiar path. An old ache from the War wracked his neck but he barely twitched, too used to its presence. The air shifted slightly and he cracked an eye opened, keen eyes spotting his target. His centre of gravity shifted and he deftly curled his wings up before flapping once until he managed to land on a branch. Gripping it in his claws, he swung his body toward the ground, letting his muscles relax as he unwound for the day. Ridiculous students were a hazard of his occupation, and he had long-since found his coping mechanism. Closing his eyes, he breathed out a sigh.
Greg's keen eyes watched the bat slowly settle onto the branch below him. What luck! Rubbing his legs, Greg let out a soft chirp as his legs began to rub against his aedeagus, his big-penis. Oh, the hairs on his leg were tickling him. Sucking air in through his rostrum, Goyle widened his stance, positioning his rear in just the right position. He would only have one chance at this.
Excitement thrummed in his wing veins, making him flutter so rapidly that he had to concentrate not to take off. Feeling his bug-penis engorge, he let out a long breath of air as he finally released the liquid he'd held for hours. Bliss flooded his body and he shuddered, spraying the bat below with his yellow spray. Fuck, that was good. He honed in on his prey, watching as his sprinkle misted over its fur. It was confused, shaking its head but he had no intention of stopping.
Severus flinched as the first droplets hit his fluffed fur, and he brusquely hung on one claw to flick them away. Had it rained earlier? Perhaps droplets from leaves above. When the spray began to grow, droplets falling into his fur and wings, he let out a disgruntled chirp, swivelling his head to look up at what could possibly be causing this morning shower. Scanning the branches above, he squinted his beady eyes as the spray, now oscillating, hit him square in the face.
"Eugh!" He squacked, immediately letting go of the branch and flying around to sit on it like a bird for only a moment before he fell back down to hang as nature intended. Shaking his fluffy head, he froze as his tongue tasted the liquid. The instant hit of bitterness mixed with saltiness sent a shiver down his spine as he instantly recognized the taste combined with the unmistakable smell.
Urine.
Disgust was the feeling that should have overcome him. Instead, Severus felt something stir in his belly. How long had it been, since something this debaucherous had happened to him? He couldn't recount the last time anything had come remotely close to comparison. He bit down on his lip with his fangs, letting a shiver travel through him as he continued to feel the mysterious urine rain down on him, like a pungent shower. Licking his lips for another taste, he closed his eyes as his ears twitched every so often with delight at the warm liquid tricking down his snout. His cock, tucked away until now, had begun to swell as he felt radiating pleasure slowly creep towards it.
He smirked inwardly as he lifted a leg to rub against his bug-penis, feeling it lengthen in an almost human-like quality. His breathing grew rapid as he began to contract and relax his abdominal muscles, making the sound most people associated with cicadas. Grunting as he felt the flow of his pee begin to slow, he fluttered his wings as he tried to prolong the ecstasy. The level of concentration needed to remain in Animagus form was making him lose focus, to his dismay.
As the intensity of the spray began to lessen, Severus decided enough was enough. Shaking his body to rid himself of as much of the fluid as he could, he took flight off the branch, aiming to the ground. Without so much as a whisper, he transfigured back into his human self, glaring up at the branches to try and spot the insolent creature that had been so daring. His onyx eyes scanning the darkness above, he huffed when he knew it was of no use. Glancing down, he adjusted his robes that were barely holding back his swollen prick. A pang of need made him pause, a wild idea taking place.
No one would believe it.
Transfiguring back into a bat, he took flight with only one destination in mind.
Goyle watched in horror as old Snapey transfigered and then did it again. His leg-hairs still brushing against his swelling bug-penis, he scuttled away until he was sure he was well-hidden before transforming back into his human form.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Goyle cursed as his hand groped within his trousers to grab his thick cock in his hand, already pumping. The thrill of it all was too much for him. Nearly getting caught was bad enough, but by Snape? It was unthinkable. It was ridiciulous. It was…just the kind of thrill he'd been waiting for all night.
Groaning, he leaned against a tree trunk, his hand rubbing as precum leaked from his length. He had to memorize every single moment of tonight. He'd be reliving it for years.
Finding him should have been more difficult than it was. Severus scoffed to himself as he landed on the roof of an adjacent townhouse, watching while hanging upside down as Padfoot made his way around the corner of the neighbourhood back toward Grimmauld Place. Typical dog, always returning home. Still, it was just his luck. Severus glanced at his bat-cock, watching it twitch against his abdominal fur impatiently.
Padfoot trotted happily as he caught sight of the old house. He hated the old place, but it was familiarity. He needed that. Meandering into the slightly-long lawn, he made a show of sniffing the side of the other townhouse, playing his role as Animagus before he would retire for the night.
The spray of something warm and musky hit him from out of nowhere, making him yelp and fall onto his back legs. Oh, what fresh hell was this? He scrambled to wave his paws in the air, shielding his eyes as he tried to find the source, but it was hidden in the shadows. A burst pipe? That didn't seem right, but who knew what Muggles did with their indoor plumbing. And the spray was growing!
Severus watched with amusement at the writhing dog below, his cock bouncing as he swung himself by his claws. The throbs of pleasure did not escape his notice, and he filed it away for future examination as he concentrated on drenching his target. His prick twitching as a gust of wind heightened its sensitivity, he quickly reached completion before shaking himself off. The last remnants of his urination splatted over Padfoot's nose, which he instinctively licked to clear the sensation. Severus' eyes narrowed as he watched for the dog's reaction.
Sirius's eyes widened as he registered the taste in his mouth.
"Ugh!" He howled, scrambling into the house and immediately transfiguring into his human form again. "What bloody animal sprays urine in the middle of the night?"
Smirking, Severus took flight again. His cock was now begging for attention for a different reason, and he had no intention of satisfying it in Padfoot's presence.
Wringing the final drops of his spend from his weeping tip, Greg slumped against the tree with a blissful sigh.
"Mr. Goyle." The distinctive baritone of none other than Severus Snape made him freeze.
Fuck.