Bear's Beauties: Existential Crisis 25 (Patreon)

[center]<<Rhonda Weasley>>[/center]

I started simple, a few low barriers to jump over and walls to push off of on a padded floor. I wasn’t the most physically active before this, though Quidditch meant I was better off than most witches at Hogwarts, so the exercise manual that Cameron had gotten for me suggested starting small. Still, with magic and the Room of Requirement providing the obstacle course, I was able to get in a lot more practice than I was at Grimmauld Place.

“Rhonda Weasley!” Mione called out from the main entrance, pulling me from my exercise.

“What’s up Mione?” I asked as the Room provided a towel for me to wipe the sweat from my forehead.

“What exactly are you doing? Classes start…”

“On Monday,” I cut her off. “It’s Saturday. I wanted to see if the Room could provide an obstacle course for the project I’ve been working on.”

“What project?” Harry asked as she came up behind Mione. I blinked, I was sure I’d told them, but I’d had things slip my mind in the past.

“I saw some of the things that Nikhol and Lana can do, and I wanted to see if I could duplicate it with magic,” I said with a shrug, wrapping the towel around my neck.

“What does an obstacle course have to do with the Force?” Mione asked, her forehead furrowed in confusion.

“I saw Lana doing some jumps and acrobatics that were amazing… plus with how strong Cameron is, I couldn’t help but be inspired.”

Harry chuckled slightly, “They do have that effect, don’t they. Which… reminds me… we should probably get Luna here for this.”

A glance at Mione showed she was just as clueless as me about what Harry was talking about, but she fished out the galleon necklace we all had and tapped her want to it. I felt my own vibrate against my sternum, under the ‘sports bra’ that Cameron had helped me pick out. We’d made these back in third year, a necklace with an enchanted galleon that let us know when we wanted to have a coven meeting.

Soon enough, Luna arrived and was given a hug from each of us as the Room shifted back to our usual Coven Cabin arrangement. Sitting around the hearth with a bottle of butterbeer in hand, I took a sip before asking, “So what’s up Harry?”

“Well… over the summer, Nikhol asked to borrow my invisibility cloak to study it…” Harry trailed off, a glance to the side and a radiant blush telling us that there was more to the story, but we didn’t press, letting her finish her story. “When she returned it, she mentioned that… if I was interested, that I’d be more than welcome to join them when they left. And, well… I’m… seriously considering it.

“Outside of you three and Sirius, I don’t really have anything worth staying in this world for. Even once Voldemort’s gone, I’ll still be known as the Girl-Who-Lived and will be under constant scrutiny no matter where I go or what I do, I’ll always be wondering if the people I meet with will be interested in me or the mental image they have of me. With the Family…”

“You know that they’ll care about Hyacinth, not the Girl-Who-Lived,” Luna finished, her voice understanding.

“Not to mention the chance to see things most people can’t even dream of,” I added, thinking of the initial conversation I’d had with Cameron, the one that got my mind imagining what all could possibly be out there.

“Learn things that can scarcely be imagined,” Hermione mused, her gaze distant as she too imagined the opportunities that going with the Family offered.

“Sounds like all of you are considering it,” Luna softly said, a hint of nervousness in her words.

Harry turned to Luna and reassured her, “I have no intention of leaving you alone Luna, even if we knew for sure that traveling to other worlds wouldn’t have any effect if only part of the Coven went while the rest stayed here. I was hoping that you’d all come with.”

The Room was quiet, as we each considered the possibility of going with Bear and the Family when they left. It was a big decision, even bigger than the ritual we were planning in a few weeks. The hardest part, for me at least, would be convincing Mum and Dad to go along with it. Dad would be the easier one to agree, especially with how he’d been ever since the tour of Bear and the Family’s ship. Mum on the other hand… she still didn’t approve of Bill and Charlie’s career choices, and they were a floo call away at most!

I didn’t know Mione’s parents well enough to have a grasp on what their reaction would be, but from my impressions of Luna’s dad…he’d probably be the easiest: just frame it in a way of getting countless new stories for the Quibbler with a group of people that would look out for Luna. A glance at the others showed me that they were all thinking more or less the same thing as me.

[center]<<Dennis Creevey>>[/center]

“You Know Who would totally win!” Kyle all but shouted as the three of us made our way onto the lawn.

“Please, he’s powerful to be sure but have you ever read the Exodus? Dark Lady Skitter would go all biblical on his arse,” I argued, managing to repress the urge to shiver at the thought of all the bugs.

“You know the stories about how easily he used the Killing Curse, all You Know Who would have to do is clip her and boom! One dead Dark Lady,” Alvin pointed out.

“He’d have to hit her, and no one has ever seen her in person, she just speaks through bugs. You Know Who…”

“Hem, hem,” a high pitched voice cut me off as I was about to completely trash Kyle and Alvin in our debate. The three of us all turned to see the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher standing in the main entrance hall, somehow managing to look down her nose at us despite the fact that even Alvin had a good fifteen centimeters on her.

“Professor?” Kyle asked in confusion as she approached us.

“Now, why would three young men do something as foolish as discuss a dead Dark Lord and a wanted criminal in such favorable words?”

The three of us glanced at each other in confusion, and I said, “We were just arguing over who’d win if they fought, that’s all.”

“Is that so Mr. …”

“Dennis Creevey, Professor.”

“Creevey, Creevey… I don’t recognize that name. Half-blood?”

Aw shite, I couldn’t help but think, in the three years I’d been at Hogwarts I’d quickly come to realize what that sort of question meant: I was dealing with a bigot focused on blood purity. Still, I couldn’t exactly avoid answering, “Muggleborn, Professor.”

“I see, well that explains your ignorance. One can hardly expect proper behavior from one of such a… disadvantaged background.”

I grit my teeth at the insult to Dad. I’d punched Slytherins in the face for insulting him, given how hard he worked to provide for Colin and me after Mum up and left when I was five. I wanted to try out some of the more inventive curses I’d gotten from a Zonko’s book on the toad, but given how she was a Professor in title that’d be a really bad idea.

“Dennis! There you are,” a familiar voice called out, instantly quenching my anger as I fought a very different kind of emotion that rose up.

Hyacinth Potter. Her eyes like perfectly cut emeralds encircled with metal rims from her glasses, her hair black as the midnight sky flowing in loose curls down her back and over her shoulders, the way her neck flowed to her shoulders… I shook my head to keep my mind from drifting towards the awkward dream I’d had last night, instead taking the opportunity that she’d given Kyle, Alvin and I and snuck away, heading out to the edge of the lake.

The three of us were quiet for a few minutes, before I couldn’t help it, “Harry’d beat both You Know Who and Skitter.”

“No way!”

[center]<<Kara Zor-El>>[/center]

I had to admit, the dumbfounded look on Bear’s face as he stared at the cell phone was incredibly amusing. The way his eyes gradually grew wider and wider as they raced along whatever he was reading, the occasional nervous gulps, it had no right being as funny as it was.

“Something the matter, Bear?” I asked teasingly.

“I really should have read this before now,” he muttered as he scrolled up.

“How so? Find anything particularly interesting?”

“Does eternal youth via regular sex count?”

That made me blink, my teasing mood gone as I floated up to read over his shoulder. My eyes danced back and forth as I took in the information on the small screen. Some of the things the Q had provided… reaching down I tapped one of the ‘perks’ and asked, “So have you tried this at all?”

“No, no I have not,” Bear said, his voice steady but this close I could feel his blush.

“Might be interesting, I mean it could be fun to have one of the girls drinking an almost literal fountain of cum you just left in another. Plus if I’m reading this right it’ll also kill your refractory period. Or you could be a one man bukake.”

Bear leaned over slightly so he could turn and give me an incredulous look, “How’d you even hear that term? It didn’t become a thing in the West until…”

“Harley told me,” I interrupted him, making him sigh in fond exasperation.

“Of course she did,” he faux grumbled.

Chuckling, I leaned against his back and wrapped my arms around his neck before asking, “Anything else particularly interesting in the Read Me?”

I could practically feel Bear rolling his eyes, “Of course I get asked that by one of the sexiest women in any universe. That blouse and jeans combo you’re wearing is just not fair. Especially with you practically hanging off my back like that.”

“Well, if you want that,” I whispered into his ear before wrapping my legs around his waist and killing most of my flight.

Kryptonians are built a lot denser than humans, so we are heavier as well, but to my (pleasant) surprise, Bear didn’t so much as twitch at the extra weight. That was a lot more attractive than I was expecting.

Thinking back to some of the times I’d spied on him with some of the other girls, I leaned in over his shoulder and gently took his ear between my teeth before huskily whispering, “got anything on there you’d like to try out with me?”

Nikhol had mentioned, rather frustratedly, that it took a lot to get Bear to take the initiative. Maybe later I’d take charge, but for the first time with a new partner I liked to see how far I can tease them before they snap. Letting go of his ear, I slid my hand down across his chest, feeling the firm muscle underneath his clothes. He didn’t have the sharp definition that the men of the League did, but Bear did still have plenty of muscle on him, more like the powerlifters that vapid ditz I’d had to work with was enamored with.

“Kara,” Bear growled, like the animal he was named after. “If you keep that up…”

“If I keep it up, what?” I breathed into his ear, moving one of my feet to slide along the inside of his thigh, purposefully avoiding his rapidly hardening cock. “You’ll snap? Spin me around and kiss me so hard my lips bruise? Or something dirtier? Maybe rip my blouse open, and I’m not wearing a bra, so my breasts would be completely exposed.”

Even without looking, the tension in his frame and the way that Bear growled, the vibrations starting deep in his chest and passing into me through my nipples, I could tell that Bear was definitely hard. Using just enough of my flight to stay put, I slipped the hand that wasn’t drawing circles on his chest under his shoulder. Sliding down to his waistline, my fingers slipped under his belt to give his throbbing dick a squeeze before continuing down to cup his balls.

“C’mon Bear,” I purred, my voice light and breathy. “Take me.”

“Fuck it.”

Grabbing my wrist, Bear pulled my hand out of his pants before spinning me around and meeting my lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. This was no tender, delicate kiss, it was full of lust and desire, exactly as I’d been hoping for. One of his hands cupped my ass, squeezing through the fabric of my jeans, while the other held the back of my head, a handful of my blonde hair tight in his grasp.

Our kiss broke, both of us gasping for air. Giving Bear a lustful grin, I started grinding my core against his throbbing length, our pants the only things keeping him from slipping inside me by “accident”. This, as I’d been planning on, prompted another growl from Bear before his hands reached up and grabbed the collar of my blouse. With a display of strength that sent a jolt of warmth and electricity straight to my cunt, he tore the blouse open. As I’d mentioned earlier, I wasn’t wearing a bra, leaving my tits on full display.

Bear blinked in surprise at my tattoo, a winding dragonsnake along the sides and bottom of my breasts, giving the appearance of it supporting and framing them, before leaning in and kissing the end of the tail, against my ribs. He followed the rest of my tattoo, planting a kiss on each square inch, pointedly ignoring my perky tits, before coming to a stop at the head of the dragonsnake.

To my surprise, Bear unhooked my feet from behind his back. Before yanking down my jeans. Ah, I’d make sure to reward him for not ripping them later. As hot as it would be for him to rip them open, I liked this pair; the color matched my costume. I didn’t want to take the time to take my tennis shoes off, so I just kicked my left shoe free (the sound of metal warping told me it embedded itself in the ship’s wall) and slipped my leg free of my jeans.

Bear stepped forwards, my back hitting the wall as I hooked my legs behind his waist again, my jade bikini bottoms (soaked to an even darker green thanks to the foreplay) grinding against the outline of his cock through his pants.

Looking at Bear with lidded eyes, I gave him a saucy smirk and purred, “Ditch the pants and fuck me already.”