Bear's Beauties: Existential Crisis 38 (Patreon)

[center]<<Sirius Black>>[/center]

That Lisa girl was far too smug as she and Miss Beniko returned to Grimmauld Place after their excursion into London. She was even more smug than James was back at Hogwarts before Lily knocked some sense into him.

“Should I be concerned about what the two of you were doing?” I asked, as Lisa flopped into one of the safe chairs.

“Just nipping a problem in the bud before they could stomp all over the preparations that Bear’s doing with Dumbledore on the international stage,” Miss Beniko answered.

I gave her a flat look, “That doesn’t make me feel any better. Perhaps an explanation? Please?”

Lisa chuckled, “Interesting story there…”

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“Please state your name and reason for visit.”

“Lady Beniko, here to see Minister Fudge about a donation,” Lana stated, her face a cold mask.

“Lisa Wilborn, Personal Advisor to Lady Beniko,” Lisa said, there’d be time for silly answers in the future.

There was a chime, and two badges were dropped from a slot in the elevator. Both women pinned them to the front of the high price robes they wore and waited calmly as the elevator continued to descend. Finally, the doors opened, and they entered the Ministry of Magic proper. The staffer managing the front desk was quite helpful in directing them to Fudge’s office, after being ‘informed’ that he didn’t need to see their wands.

The only curiosity that caught their attention on their way to meet with Fudge was behind a desk outside the Minister’s office. The wizard sitting there bore an extreme similarity to the Weasleys, and a glance at the nameplate on the desk explained why: Percival Weasley, Junior Assistant.

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“You ran into Percy?” I asked, surprised. In hindsight, it seemed obvious, as Arthur had mentioned Percy being promoted to working under Fudge to keep eyes on them.

“Indeed,” Miss Beniko answered, “and I must admit, he was more stiff and hidebound than even most Jedi I have met.”

“As I was saying,” Lisa chimed in. “We were greeted outside Fudge’s office…”

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“This is Minister Fudge’s office, do you have an appointment?” the ministry Weasley asked, looking at them with a neutral expression.

“We do not,” Lana began, her hand waving subtly at her side, “but Minister Fudge will want to see us.”

The ginger’s eyes clouded over, and he dully said, “Minister Fudge will want to see you. Wait here, please.” He stood up and entered through the door to Fudge’s office, before exiting a few minutes later. “Minister Fudge will see you now.”

The two entered the office, the portly wizard sitting on the opposite side with his bowler hat set on the desk next to him. He looked at them curiously, his face lighting up in recognition as the door was closed behind them.

“Lady Beniko, yes?” Fudge asked.

“Indeed,” Lana agreed. “It appears my reputation precedes me. I did not think I had done enough to be known by such an… esteemed person as yourself.”

“My friend Lucius mentioned your meeting a few months back, and if I may say so, your eyes are even more marvelous than I imagined when Lucius mentioned them.”

The thoughts and emotions that Fudge was all but blasting out made Lana want to roll her eyes, but she suppressed the urge and kept a firm political smile on her face as she and Lisa sat down.

What followed was an hour-long session where the two blonde women proceeded to, with a combination of subtle word play, mind tricks, and cold reading, completely dominate the foolish man. Convincing him that there was no need to interfere with the new proceedings at the ICW, that there was a chance his dear friend Lucius had been subjected to that horrible curse like he had so many years ago, that until the culprit could be caught, that Fudge shouldn’t be with Lucius, in case the caster forced Lucius to harm Fudge against his will. A myriad of smaller, less consequential details, but by the end Fudge would eat out of their hands if they’d wished it.

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“So to make sure I’m following you correctly, you went to the Ministry of Magic, got into the office of the Minister of Magic without an appointment or tripping any of the security features, and twisted his mind through wordplay to turn him into a puppet?” I asked incredulously.

“It was a touch more complicated than that, but essentially, yes,” Lana answered, the subtle smirk on her face suggesting she knew what was going through my mind.

“I weep for the security of Wizarding Britain,” was all I could say.

[center]<<Bear Sandosen>>[/center]

Tonks’s apartment (or was it a flat? I didn’t really know what the distinction was) was… cozy, to put it delicately. Were we back in the states, I’d call it a studio apartment, and it explained why Tonks spent so much time at Grimmauld Place: the bedrooms there were bigger than her entire apartment!

“Sorry about the mess,” Tonks said, rubbing at the back of her neck as she paced barefoot along the length of her bed. “Haven’t exactly had anyone over, but ya said it was a private talk, so I didn’t think having this at HQ would be appropriate…”

“Tonks,” Taylor interrupted. “Breathe.”

Tonks paused, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Opening her eyes to look at me and Taylor, she gave a sheepish grin and said, “Sorry, I have a hunch what this is about, and it’s… making me a little nervous.”

That much was obvious, from the way that her hair had been cycling through every color of the rainbow and then some. Neither Taylor nor I were rude enough to point it out.

“Harley told me about that conversation you had,” Taylor said, causing the speed of Tonks’s hair color changing to rapidly pick up. Again, neither of us mentioned it, “I have a few things before I say yes. First off, if you use your powers to give yourself a dick, that stays far from me. I have no interest in any penises other than Bear’s.”

I admit, that was something of an ego boost to hear. Tonks nodded, and spoke up, “You’ll be happy to hear that I can’t do that all the time. It’s something that will happen on rare occasions.”

“Oh, is there something about different genders that is harder?” I ask, mostly to be part of the conversation.

“Not harder, I can shift into being a bloke as easily as I can change my hair color. Suppose I could have explained it better, there’s nothing stopping me from shifting into a bloke, my magic makes sure that everything works as it’s supposed to, but that’s the thing: when I shift my plumbing, I get all the hormones from it. I can’t do it often in order to keep myself mentally healthy. I tried being a guy long term back in Hogwarts, and…” Tonks’s gaze became slightly distant, a shiver running through her body, “let’s just say it was the stupidest thing I’ve done and I reverted back after six weeks.”

The three of us were silent for a bit, before Tonks spoke up again, “You said that no girldick for you was the first thing, what else?”

Taylor shook her head slightly, refocusing and clearing her throat, before answering, “I’ve already talked to the rest of The Family about this, and we’re in agreement that if and when we decide to have kids, Bear’s going to be the father. Period. Some might be okay with,” Taylor sighed, before adopting a tone that made it clear she was quoting someone, “‘playing with your stick’ but Bear’s the only one who gets to make us pregnant. That’s a dealbreaker.”

“Agreed,” Tonks said without hesitation, even as just what that condition meant ran through my head. All the women in The Family considering having a child that wasn’t mine a dealbreaker? “Eventual motherhood’s something I’d been planning on since I was a girl. Fatherhood’s an entirely different quidditch game.”

Taylor smiled, before standing up for one of the two chairs Tonks had in her apartment (I was sitting in the other one), “Then with that settled, I believe Harley mentioned a promise she’d made. You don’t mind if Bear joins in, do you?”

Tonks face and hair both turned bright red as she shook her head, and Taylor’s smile turned into a grin, “Wonderful. Strip, then lay down on your back.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the older woman responded immediately, standing without thinking. Only to let out an adorable ‘eep’ sound as she realized what she said. Despite her embarrassment, she still reached behind her and undid the button on her jean skirt, before unzipping it and letting it drop. Under her skirt, she was wearing powder blue, lacy panties that hugged her femininity and accentuated the curve of her hips. Her hands came up, grabbing the sides of her tight belly shirt and pulled it up over her head, showing the strapless bra that matched the color of her panties.

“Keep going,” Taylor said, her voice eager, despite her obvious attempt to sound cool and disinterested.

Not saying anything this time, Tonks reached back behind her and unhooked her bra, letting the strip of fabric fall to the floor and revealing her full, perky breasts to my and Taylor’s view. Then, almost before her bra hit the floor, she turned around and hooked her thumbs into the waistline of her panties, and bent over, showcasing her firm, bubble butt and lightly glistening folds. Tonks’s panties were barely past her knees when Taylor reached out and gave a swift spank to the witch’s ass. The result was, in hindsight, to be expected: Tonks yelped, gave a short jump, and then her infamous clumsiness kicked in and she fell head first onto her bed, the top of her head thunking audibly against the wall.

“MERLIN’S SAGGY BALL SACK!!!” Tonks shouted as her hands flew up and cradled her head. Taylor and I raced over, the mood having been killed as thoroughly as Tonks’s balance, to check on her. There was a tiny bump, but the dent in the wall from where her head hit was bigger.

“You okay?” Taylor asked, any sign of the burgeoning dominatrix display she’d been giving gone.

“Yeah,” Tonks said, hand rubbing over the top of her head. She tried to adjust herself on the bed, but her panties were still holding her legs together. Tonks looked at how we were arranged on the bed, and after a moment asked, “Bear, do you mind being a dear and helping me out here?”

I chuckled and lifted her legs straight up, before pulling her panties the rest of the way off her smooth, creamy legs and tossing them over to the pile of clothes. Tonks held her legs up in that pose, as I stood from the bed to strip and Taylor hiked up her black cocktail dress (that I’m 95% sure Lisa picked out) before swinging her leg over Tonks’s head to sit on her face.

By the time I was finished divesting myself of my clothes, Tonks had her legs spread wide open, showcasing her slick, glistening pussy with a patch of hair above it in the shape of what looked like a roaring bear’s head. I didn’t bother holding in the snort of amusement I felt at seeing it, and Taylor gave a matching grin, even as she leaned forwards, her palms resting on Tonks’s tits.

“Subtlety isn’t her strong suit, is it?” Taylor quipped as she lifted a hand and beckoned me to her with a finger.

The movement was a touch awkward, but she’d clearly been getting lessons from other members of The Family. Still, with a smile on my face, I walked up to her, and Taylor leaned down over Tonks to get the elevation she was after: her face level with my cock.