Chapter 0 - Part the First and Only

HP: Lost in Translation
 
It is a little known fact that the difference between the werewolf call meaning “danger is near run away now!” and “I am a female in heat and in desperate need of a male!” is only two extra sounds.
 
The first one goes;
 
“Aooouuuuouououuuuuuuouuuuuouuuoouu”.
 
Whereas the second one goes;
 
“Aooooouuuuouououuuuuuuououuuuuouuuoouu”.
 
So it is perhaps understandable that when Hermione called out to try and save the past version of Harry as the werewolf advanced on him, she shouted the second instead of the first.
 
Harry, the present Harry, grabbed her demanding to know what she was doing.
 
She explained. The two things dawned on her. The first was the minor error she had made remembering werewolfish. The second was the fact the fact that the wolf was running towards them, not away from them.
 
“We should run.” she said to Harry, not hearing what he said.
 
Like an idiot he just stared at her.
 
“Run, Harry.” she said imploringly. After all, the wolf was only chasing her.
 
He was still hesitating when the werewolf burst from the bushes in a frenzy of claws, teeth and fur. With one hand it batted Harry against a tree, winding him. He slipped to the ground gasping. The wolf didn’t pause as it advanced on Hermione. She swallowed, staring up at the towering bestial form.
 
It pounced, scooping her up in its long arms, and turning its leap into a lope started bounding through the trees with startling speed. Hermione flailed limply, carried along under one long muscle-bound arm. Branches scratched at her as they whipped past, but all she could see was coarse dark fur flexing and heaving as the muscles beneath propelled the wolf onwards, deeper into the forest.
 
The werewolf halted abruptly and without ceremony tossed Hermione to the ground, where she sprawled face down. She tried briefly to crawl away but realised the futility of it almost at once. It was bigger than her, fast than her, and was standing, looking down at her, yellow eyes flaring.
 
She reached for her wand, praying it hadn’t snapped on the rough journey. Mercifully it hadn’t, and moving slowly she reached down with it to press it against the crotch of her pants.
“Diffindo minima” she whispered, and with a small hiss a hole opened up, starting at the wand tip and coolly singing the fabric of trousers and panties leaving herself exposed to the chill night breeze. Then, for good measure she cast the other spell twice. She knew what was coming, what she’d accidentally asked for. She even wondered, somewhere in the back of her mind, just how accidental the slip really had been.
 
The werewolf had growled when it smelled magic coming from the female before him, but the smell had passed quickly, to be replaced with an even stronger scent wafting from the pale rump which she was now presenting to him, a much more appealing scent. He padded forwards, sniffing, his long tongue lolling in anticipation.
 
Hermione lay still, quivering in mounting anticipation at the sound of soft padding feet getting nearer. Part of her wanted to look over her shoulder, to see the thing advancing on her, another part wanted to keep her face pressed to her arms in the ground, waiting bindly for the first brush of contact.
 
It came while she was still lost in indecision, ending her quandary in a small moan as from nowhere the wet nose pressed against her exposed behind. There was the prickle of hot breath over her pussy which twitched, eagerly. When the tongue lolled out she yelped. It was so long it easily covered her from coccyx to pubic hair, when it licked it rubbed over her every extent, making her toes curl and her fingers grasp handfuls of soil as the continued lapping sent shivers of pleasure through her body.
 
The werewolf continued contentedly for the moment, enjoying the sweet tastes coming in waves from the female before it. She was responding, rolling her hips against him. It could taste her readiness. With a final lick it rested its head on her rump, edging its massive, wry body forwards. Its long forearms came down on either side of Hermione’s middle and she could here its back legs continuing their steady scrabbling gate towards her. It edged its forelegs up, into the nook of her shoulder, its hind paws struggled to find purchase, catching her splayed legs. It was humping the air now, Hermione could feel brief tickles of hair from its diving chest catching her back. She arched her back, bringing her waiting self closer to the jabbing thing. This brought back memories. Chest flat on the ground, ass high in the air she readied herself.

It lowered its upper body further, its forepaws stumbling over Hermione’s folded arms. It came to rest in a low crouch, resting on its elbows, the head and first two inches of its penis nestling between the young female’s eager, flaring lips. It reacted at once, the warm wetness now clutching it driving it on. It let out a growl as its hips bucked downwards. 
 
Hermione, of course, knew all of the differences between the werewolf and the true wolf. She had memorised the whole list given in the text book. She even knew of several not listed in their school books. For example, she knew that if one added the fur or hair of a werewolf to a polyjuice potion, it temporarily turned one into a werewolf. Also, for example, she knew that the penis of the werewolf, unlike the true wolf, was, much like the creatures themselves, half human, half canine.
 
Starting from the top, or tip, there is a human glanis, with a human shaft, obviously several times larger than a normal one, but the same basic shape, but at its base the canine took over; the whole thing was extended from a furry sheath which sat above two balls also covered in thick, short fur. Also the base of the thing would, during coitus, swell into a very convincing knot.
 
Hermione felt the throbbing head lodged inside her being pushed further in by the creature’s thrusts. She felt the hardness continue to expand even as it went ever deeper. The wolf, it’s elbows against Hermione’s arms, it’s hips pressing relentlessly forwards growled in satisfaction, the female below him tightened around his advancing member and it felt the blood pooling at the base of the thing, the swelling just starting as their bodies met for the first time.
 
The growl turned into a howl as the thrusting intensified, the powerful body hitting against her buttocks with soft, furry thuds. Hermione was crying out with each impact as the bulbous glanis stretched her insides vigorously. The breath caught in her throat the first time she felt the expanding knot. She had known, somewhere, that it was coming, but it still shocked her the first time it had caught on the outward-stroke, holding the werewolf inside her for a moment before her straining lips gave way and it exited her with a slithering sound.
 
When in a frenzy the wolf pounded back down again the breath was this time forced from her throat and here eyes crossed when the knot, larger even in the few heartbeats its had been out of contact with her caught on her entrance again, halting the advancing thrust half way. For another few orgasmic heartbeats her pussy held out against the pressure, then it gave way, the thing, still swelling, plopped inside her in a rush, the rest of the thing lancing so deep inside her she could feel it in her chest. When she inhaled it seemed to increase the pressure inside her, her every twitch and quiver tightened around the thing, making it pulse and throb in response.
 
The knot came out of her two more times, and her body resisted stronger each time. The second time the werewolf thrust several times against the straining female before it went in. After that no amount of pulling would dislodge it as it still continued to expand, not that the creature didn’t try and with each backward-stroke Hermione felt herself pulled back a few inches as she moved before her pussy did. She would be rocked back again as the werewolf drove forwards once more, the knot seeming to roll a few those few inches inside her; a solid ball of bulging pleasure squeezing against her vagina just as the glanis squeezed against her deepest insides.
 
When the werewolf came it howled again, raising up its body and pressing its great forepaws against Hermione’s back, pinning her a second time as the immense knot pulsed and the shaft surged, delivering gouts of hot cum so very far inside her. Her eyes shut tight, her hands full of clods of earth, her legs scrabbling in the ground as an explosive orgasm rocked her. Her body tightened around the erupting penis, intensifying the pleasure, making the howl keen longer and lower as the werewolf’s own orgasm continued unabated.
 
It didn’t stop, though the wolf did. Hermione didn’t hear it, wasn’t aware of it, was too lost in another rapidly building orgasm as the thing pulsed along the length of her entire body. The werewolf, however, smelled the change in the air. Something was coming, and there was a lot of it. Cold depressing darkness seemed to be coagulating somewhere not far off in the forest. The werewolf didn’t like it, and would have run away anyway even if he hadn’t been busy. As it was he reacted well before Hermione knew what was happening.
 
It scooped her up with one enormous hand, and bounded away into the darkness.
 
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The wind rushed by. The werewolf ran on three legs, the fourth clutching Hermione to it’s body. Her legs hung clear of the ground, never catching on anything as it leaped through the forest. She held on limply with both hands to the one vast hairy paw that gripped her whole torso. The knot and shaft was still buried inside her, the blob of cum forming a fluid cushion around the ridgid thing that slished around inside her. Somehow it was still ejaculating even as it ran, the knot would throb and the shaft would surge, another pulse of heat would arrive inside her. She couldn’t see, for the werewolf’s paw, but she guessed the bulge of the massive shaft and head was already hidden by the expanding bubble of cum.
 
She had no idea where they were going. She had only a vague idea of arriving. Suddenly she realised the wind was no longer rushing by and that the werewolf’s legs were pumping back and forth around her. They were in a cave, it had a wide mouth and the light of the full moon was streaming in. The floor was flat and covered in dry soil. There were a few blocks and boulders, but little else.
 
Hermione took none of this in however, for she was still suspended a clear foot from the ground by the bulk of the werewolf’s cock as the thing stood now high in its hind legs, breathing heavily after its headlong dash, one foreleg holding Hermione steady. Her legs dangled gently and her hands slipped from its paws to run over the rounded bulge in her stomach. Her head rolled back against the warm fur of the creature’s chest, her eyes were still crossing and un-crossing as she felt the thing inside her.
 
Vaguely she managed to wonder what would happen now. Should she try to move? Without thinking she tried to move her legs. The tension in her body made the wolf growl. She though at first, paralysed with fear, that it was threatening, but she realised it was pleasure when it moved its arm, shifting her up and down on its still flaring member. Without warning it flopped forwards, coming to rest on all fours.
 
Hermione’s hands and knees hit the soft ground, followed moments later by her face and chest when the weight of the werewolf drove down behind her. She let out another cry as again her deepest recesses seemed opened up by the advancing thing. The knot seemed to be wedged well past her lips now, she could feel the fur of the beast’s body pressing against her buttocks. And she could feel its balls flexing and twitching as they continued to unload yet more cum into her.
 
The wolf let out another howl, reveling in its new mate. Huge paws gripped Hermione’s shoulders, pulling her back onto its thrusts, still trying to bury itself deeper inside her. It only relented when another sound lilted from the mouth of the cave.
 
The werewolf sprang to its feet, taking Hermione helplessly with it. This time it let go with both its hands, and she flopped forwards to hang upside down between its legs, her head facing backwards, hair brushing the ground. The bulk of the knot now receded, catching tight against her lips, unable to surrender to gravity. There was growling above her, lots of growling, from more than one throat she realised hazily as another movement from the werewolf made its knot dance up and down against her stretched entrance.
 
When it began to step from side to side she finally dislodged from it, falling to the floor in a heap. It stepped over her without looking as she squrimed to right herself as cum leaked from between her gaping lips. Managing to sit up she saw what was growling. Two more werewolves, attracted by her wolf’s howls had entered the cave and seemed to be squaring up. Hermione’s eyes widened, imagining a three-way brawl between the creatures.
 
Fortunately they did not need to fight it out. The first wolf was satisfied for now having claimed primacy over this female. If these other males wanted to try her as well that was not his business. He growled and snapped authoritatively before padding softly off to one side to lick his smeared fur clean. The other two advanced on Hermione, who unresisting lay back, spreading her legs wide.
 
The first one to reach her spared her gaping hole a single lick before rushing forwards to assert its own dominance. It grasped her body in both hands and drove its dick forwards. Her pussy, still not recovered from the extended stretching administered by her wolf was an easy target and its entire human length entered her at once. She cooed happily as her insides were filled again.
 
The werewolf reared back suddenly, lifting her from the floor, holding her up and bringing her up and down over its length. She felt the knot already beginning to expand at its base. When it caught in her the wolf holding her howled in kind, letting go of her body to stand on all fours, humping wildy. Held high above the ground Hermione’s legs and arms dangled, her head lolled back, her mouth limp, her eyes now glazed as orgasm after orgasm continued to ripple through her hanging body.
 
When her abused body slipped off the knot, this one only slightly smaller than the first, the thing kept firing blasts of cum at her prone body, the wolf above her humping the air as its own orgasm continued for a few more heartbeats. Long enough for Hermione’s torn clothes to be soaked in seed. Her open mouth caught some too, its strong scent and taste maintaining the echoing orgasms still shuddering through her.
 
A growl from the third wolf signalled the end of its patience. Her new wolf climbed, or simply walked off of her, leaving her lying flat on her back, facing the final creature. She managed to turn onto her front before it pounced. It grabbed her waist in one hand and her head in another, hauling her to her knees. Seemingly with well practised movements it positioned itself behind her and eased forward into her hitherto unprobed ass. The sudden movements had knocked the air from her again and she simply hung their in its arms, her knees together, and let it inexorably push itself into her tight yet magically elasticated asshole.
 
The human head and shaft now firmly inside her it started thrusting, letting its not swell some before even trying to put it inside this new female. When it did try Hermione yelped through the haze of another tide of orgasms pouring from the sensations coming as the massive, rock-hard thing shot back and forth. It was already big, too big. Her ass strained against it, but the wolf held her tightly even as she cried out. It pushed her down, her hole resisted, it lifted her up again, it pushed her down. This continued, Hermione’s cries becoming more strained with each repetition.
 
When her ass gave way her cry was lost in a gurgle as the massive knot filled her body. It shot up through her, coming to rest deep in her belly. The shaft seemed to be resting at the base of her neck. The werewolf let go with one hand, holding Hermione up by her head, rocking her body back and forth over its length and knot. The cum came soon after, filling her rapidly and making her belly expand for a third time. She dangled there the broad fingers gripping her cheek, jaw and head, her arms and legs hung straight down, between them her jumper bulged outward over her stomach as it grew.
 
Her head, also dangling, seemed to be as full of cum as the rest of her body was. She barely noticed some of it slither out of her slack throat and over her lolling tongue. Thoughts were washed away by the burning stretching expanding pounding things that were being done to her. She twitched occasionally as the thing supporting her surged another round of cum into her.
 
Time had lost all meaning long before the last werewolf left her body. The knot popping from her straining ass, followed by the long spongy shaft and at least the bulbous glanis, then a shower of cum. Her body flopped, held up now only by the wolf’s hand. When it leg go she collapsed in a limp-limbed heap, cum still flowing freely from every orifice.
 
Her insides were full of molten ecstasy, the contractions of her enchanted insides caused more twinges of pleasure to shimmer through her. Each soft splash of cum escaping her brought a soft contented giggle from her mouth, lips, like the rest of her, still more than half numb.
 
A sudden growl prickled over her body with a rush of adrenaline, her eyes focussed and she looked up into the furry face, gleaming eyes and lolling tongue of her first werewolf. Her eyes tracked down to its groin. With a trepidatious sigh she saw it, he, was ready again. She smiled up at him as he lent down to lick his own trying cum from her face. She reached out a hand to grasp the already raging erection pointing at her, aching to open her up again, aching to deposit more steaming cum deeply inside her. She would have to cast the spell again, she thought as the rough tongue tickled her cheeks.
 
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Hermione woke with the first rays of sunlight coming in through the wide mouth of the cave. She opened her eyes. All around there was the soft sound of snoring, human snoring. Her body was still burning, but the fire had ebbed to a low heat deep within her. Her legs were slathered with cum. Her top was little better. Her throat ached. Had she had one of them in her mouth at one point? She vaguely remembered feeling fur tickle her nose and soft testicles bouncing on her forehead.
 
She got slowly and quietly to her feet and looked around. Three naked men were sprawled around her. She didn’t look at their faces, she didn’t want to. They were her wolves and that was all. Instead she regarded herself. The bulge in her belly had gone, though her clothes were torn, stained and stiff with floods of cum. Her wand was mercifully unbroken, secure in her sleeve. She withdrew it and with a thought repaired the rips and erased the stains. Then she also removed them from her skin and hair. Lastly, the remembered suddenly as a cool morning breeze whistled over her exposed, raw and very well used pussy, she repaired the hole she had made in her trousers what must be seven or eight hours ago.
 
Clean and fresh she reached for the golden chain around her neck. The time turner was also whole and she held it delicately, looking around for the best spot to stand. Selecting it carefully she turned the tiny golden hourglass over six, seven, eight times. Time played in rapid rewind before her eyes as three werewolves woke up backwards and un-took her past self over and over again. She watched, wishing the vision wasn’t passing so quickly, memories of pleasure awakening inside her despite her exhaustion.
 
When time returned to normal the cave was empty, it was dark again and clouds were still obscuring the moon. She smiled and walked towards the mouth of the cave. Emerging, she found herself on the side of one of the hills overlooking Hogwarts and the grounds. She set off briskly, with luck she would find Harry before he knew she was gone. She’d probably have to modify his memory. Again. But that couldn’t be helped, it was better this way. Let him think Buckbeak rescued them from the werewolf. Yes, that would work. She sped up as she saw the distant clouds dissipating, preparing to reveal the shining orb that had, would have, started this whole episode.