May 20 Three Little Sisters
Title: Three Little Sisters Author: snapesgirl Characters or Pairing: The Black Sisters, Severus (if you squint), and Rodolphus Word Count: 1026 Rating: R Prompt: travel Kink: rough sex, beastiality Challenge: crossover Author's Notes: Unbeta'd, let me know of mistakes. Once again, it's time to fracture a fairy tale (I have a deluxe handbasket I'll be travelling for this one)
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived three sisters. Some say they were little, others compared at least one of the sisters to a pig, and many agreed the sisters were beauties beyond compare.
The Eldest sister was named Narcissa. She lived in a house made of straw. The middle sister was named Andromeda and she lived in a house made of sticks. The youngest sister was named Bellatrix and she was built like a brick outhouse lived in a house made of bricks.
One day, a big, bad wolf visited their village. He took a fancy to Narcissa and tried to woo her. When she turned her nose up in the air and locked herself in her home, he naturally decided she was only playing hard to get.
The wolf threatened and blustered and finally punched the wall of her home. It being made of straw, the house collapsed. Which made Narcissa very angry.
Nobody in the village liked seeing Narcissa angry. It made her completion less than perfect and she had a tendency to randomly throw hexes.
The butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker began to take bets on what would happen to the wolf. All three lost a fortune when she failed to flay, kill or incinerate the wolf.
The alchemist became very rich because not only did he win the bet, Narcissa gave him the wolf turned into a frog. Said frog became potion ingredients.
Another wolf entered the village the next day. He said he'd heard about the sisters and had travelled a long way to feast upon see them.
Andromeda was outside of her cottage made of sticks. She had a small garden she was tending. The wolf took one look at her and whistled in appreciation. He quickly regretted this action.
The lovely Andromeda had red hair the temper rumoured to go with said colouring. She pulled a stick off her house and began to beat the wolf with it. The duo ran around the village so many times, the wolf turned into butter which Andromeda scooped up, put into a jar and sold to a chef.
Bellatrix was the youngest sister. Her curves were legendary and so was her temper. While Narcissa was quick with a hex and Andromeda was a dab hand at cricket, Bellatrix kept her talents a secret.
Many a young man speculated upon what went on in her brick cottage. Those who were brave enough to enter were never seen again. This made the young women of the village keep their beaux on a tight rein.
A third wolf came to the village. He'd travelled from far, far away and was trying to find out what happened to two of his friends. He stopped at the straw cottage and received no answer. When he visited the stick cottage, no one was home.
This better not be like that Gilderoy pest who tried three beds and got eaten by a cur. His thoughts went to another wolf who'd ended up getting laid by a transvestite and her forester. Now that is a happy ending.
The wolf approached the cottage made of bricks and knocked at the door. This time someone answered. She had long dark hair and big beautiful tits eyes.
"You have beautiful eyes," he said.
"My eyes are up here," she growled.
He stopped staring at her chest and licked his lips. "My aren't you lovely, come here often? What's your sign?"
"I bet you say that to all the girls." She snorted. "I happen to live here and my sign is NO ADMITTANCE." She slammed the door in his face.
Not one to be easily discouraged, the wolf circled her cottage looking for a way inside. He stopped near a window and listened to the sisters laughing.
"I took care of my wolf, and Andromeda chased hers away. It's your turn, Bella, what are you going to do?"
"Cissy, I am not a perfectionist like you, and I've never caught on to the fine points of using a stick or club." She sighed. "He was handsome in a rugged way. I wonder if he likes to be tied up, ridden hard and put away wet."
The wolf felt his cock grow hard at Bella's final words. He paced back and forth then finally climbed up the wood pile and trotted across her roof to the chimney.
"Little babe, little babe, let me in," he called down the shaft.
"What was that?" One voice said
"I think it was the wind." The other sister commented.
"Maybe I should light a fire to chase away this chill breeze." Bellatrix' voice came from right below him.
The wolf grinned and put his face in the chimney. "I like being ridden," he whispered.
"What was that?" Bella looked up the chimney. "Something seems to be blocking the shaft."
"I think you know how to free my shaft," he told her.
"Cissy, Andromeda, I think you both should leave." Bellatrix's voice moved away from the chimney. In fact, you should probably not return. I'll comeā¦erm, I will visit you."
The wolf heard the front door open, there was a flurry of activity down below. He hid behind the chimney and cautiously peeked out just in time to see the older two sisters walking up the road.
"Get down here right now, you furry beast," Bella ordered.
"Your wish is my desire command." The wolf easily dropped onto the ground. He stood up and shook his coat.
She openly admired his dark course hair. "What is your name?"
"Rodolphus," he said.
"That's a mouthful."
"I have something else that is a mouthful," he leered.
"Oh, how naughty," she grabbed him by an ear and tugged him inside her cottage. "I have just the thing to cure you."
The wolf didn't complain at her rough handling of him. He let her throw him down on the rug and howled in joy when she rode him hard.
In fact, Bellatrix and her wolf had a lot of fun riding each other on every flat surface in her cottage. And they lived lustily ever after.