A Police Girl's Pounding (Harry Potter)

A/N: A Police Girl's Pounding was originally written back in July of 2021. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!

Themes: Rough Sex, Mind Break, Fucked Silly

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This was probably a bad idea; Tonks finds herself absently thinking. A moment later, she has to hold back a scowl at the errant thought. So, what if she'd made this decision in the heat of the moment. So, what if she'd been a little reckless when asking for this assignment. In the end, she was the gal for the job, so it was time to shut her own insecurities up and get to work!

Moving among the carousing werewolf pack and their not altogether consenting party guests, Tonks keeps a smile on her currently transformed face as she carries several beers in her hands, a way to avoid drawing too much attention to herself, making her look both like she belongs and like she's already preoccupied with getting drinks for a whole group of werewolves that would probably be quite upset if anyone tried to stop her or got in her way.

It was the best defense she could come up with on short notice, given the sheer amount of debauchery and depravity beginning to take place around her. Feminine cries and werewolf howls are already starting to fill the clearing, even as clothes are torn and the women from the village are bent over and taken like nothing more than bitches by their werewolf 'hosts'.

Tonks was here for one reason and one reason only… she'd been ordered to infiltrate Fenrir Greyback's werewolf pack. By no means a simple mission, it only went to show how much trust the new DMLE Director had in her. Or so Tonks liked to think. She missed Madam Bones as much as anyone, the woman was a fighter and a warrior in a time when they needed both. But Amelia Bones was dead, and the Dark Lord's might was on the rise.

Meanwhile, the metamorphmagus had her own personal issues she was dealing with. Namely, one Remus Lupin. Funny that, how she found herself running into the arms of a werewolf pack, in order to get away from her problems with another werewolf. Put bluntly, Tonks liked Remus. She liked him a lot, and she just wanted him to acknowledge that he liked her back.

She knew for a fact that he did, having seen the way he looked at her whenever he thought she wasn't looking. Some her age might consider him a lecherous old man, but Tonks appreciated the looks, she appreciated the attention of the older wizard quite a lot in fact. What she did not appreciate was his failure and outright refusal to act on his feelings towards her.

It'd gotten to the point where Tonks had outright confronted him about it, only to have Remus tell her that they could never be together. Not only was it 'too dangerous' because he was a werewolf, apparently, but he also considered himself much too old for her. Merlin save her from honorable men, Tonks couldn't help but think as she rolled her eyes in remembrance.

It just wasn't fair, but whatever. In the end, the young Auror had a chip on her shoulder and something to prove. So, both to make it clear she was a capable witch who could be relied upon, and to get away from Remus for a while as part of a plan to make the older wizard realize what he was missing out on, Tonks had asked her new superior for a difficult mission, one that would hopefully take her abroad and test her skills to their fullest extent.

She'd gotten it. Here she was now, in the deep, deep woods of some place in Europe. Fenrir Greyback was said to be gathering up werewolves on Voldemort's behalf, making the infiltration of his operations in Europe paramount. Or so Tonks had been told. In truth, the new DMLE director wasn't quite as brave and kind and stalwart as Amelia Bones had been.

While the Death Eaters hadn't quite managed to get one of their own into the position after removing Madam Bones, they had immediately began leaning on the new director, making him sweat and ultimately forcing him to capitulate to some of their demands. One of those demands was to offer up a sacrifice for the Fenrir Greyback mission, a pretty female auror preferably who would 'infiltrate' the infamous werewolf's pack and not be missed.

And so, Tonks was that sacrifice, even if she didn't know it. Disguised as a buxom blonde bombshell, she would have probably managed to go undetected amidst the pack for some time more. However, while a metamorphmagus could certainly change her physical appearance, not many of them ever thought to change their scent. Even here, Tonks hadn't seen a need to try and do so, not when it was much more difficult and none of these werewolves should have had her sent to begin with.

Except, knowing his subordinate's capabilities, the DMLE Director had sent along a set of Tonks' robes over to Fenrir, making sure the werewolf had her sent for when the time came. And so, as Tonks makes her way through the growing orgy, still secure in the knowledge that no one would bother her so long as she looked like she was carrying these beer mugs somewhere with purpose… the Alpha Werewolf caught wind of that familiar scent and zeroed in on her immediately.

"You there! Blonde Bitch!"

Fenrir's growl reverberates through the camp site as he pushes his current fuck toy off of his lap, leaving the village woman sobbing as she clutches at her torn dress, hurriedly crawling away. He and his pack had 'stocked up' for the Midsommar celebration at a nearby village, taking booze, food, and women in spades before making their way into the deep woods of the nearby wilderness. Tonks had placed herself among them in preparation for her mission.

Now though, she freezes up, her plan to stay under the radar and avoid too much attention falling to the wayside. After all, if any one werewolf could countermand her supposed task of bringing beers to a whole group of nonexistent beasts, it would be the Alpha Werewolf himself, Fenrir Greyback. Without much choice in the matter, Tonks hesitantly walks over, keeping her head bowed.

"S-Sir?"

But Fenrir doesn't waste time with words. As soon as she's within range, he grabs her, yanking her up onto his lap, his massive cock slapping against her abdomen and under her chest as she gasps. Beer mugs go everywhere, spilling all over the ground, but it's obvious the Alpha doesn't give two shits about the waste.

"You'll do, pretty thing."

His eyes flash with knowing and mischief that Tonks doesn't quite catch. As far as she's concerned, she was just unlucky enough to catch Fenrir's notice. Unfortunately, she'd been all but ordered to try and stand out, taking on as beautiful a form as possible to ensure that the werewolf pack took her along with the other village women when they came rolling through town. And so, Tonks was definitely a leggy blonde right now, with massive tits as well for good measure. And that, apparently, had drawn Fenrir's eye.

Wasting no time, he reaches up and grabs her top, ripping it away and releasing her seemingly natural breasts to the world. Tonks doesn't have to fake the cry that spills from her lips as he sneers at her with a wicked grin. If it were just the two of them, if he'd taken her somewhere private, Tonks would have her wand out in a moment and be cursing him to hell and back.

Unfortunately, Fenrir has taken ahold of her in the middle of everyone, the werewolves of his pack having no concept of decency of propriety. They're all fucking out in the open, celebrating Midsommar to the fullest. They've had their beer; they've had their meat. Now they're fucking their bitches to their heart's content. And it would seem, much to Tonk's dismay, that she's been chosen as Fenrir's bitch tonight.

"P-Please…"

Playing the part of a scared village woman, Tonks tries to make the most of a bad situation. Fenrir just chuckles, continuing to rip her clothing off, stripping her naked as Tonks whimpers and wiggles in his grasp. She has to… she has to impress him, the young Auror eventually decides. If she wants to make it out of this alive and be able to continue her mission, then she needs to make herself seem both desirable and indispensable to the Alpha Werewolf.

And so, when he shoves his hand down the front of her panties and grabs her cunt none-too-gently, Tonks swallows the urge to squeal and squirm in his grasp. Instead, she makes a show of moaning and humping at his hand, acting like a switch has been flipped and she's gone from scared to horny in an instant.

Needless to say, knowing what he knows, Fenrir is not convinced… but Tonks doesn't know that, and can only take the werewolf's answering growl as approval as he rips away her panties finally as well, before spinning her around and facing her out to the massive bestial orgy while lifting her up above his throbbing, pulsating cock.

"Here it comes, bitch!"

"G-Give it to me! Please sir, g-!"

Wanting to sell it, Tonks begs, even if it goes against every fiber of her being to do so. But in the midst of her asking for it, Fenrir jams her down and the act goes right out the window as she chokes on her own spit. It's like she got sucker punched in the gut, at first. His cock is much bigger than she thought it would be, and he doesn't take things slow, making it impossible for the metamorphmagus to comfortably take her time adjusting the inside of her cunt to his size.

She underestimated him, and in the end that would prove her undoing. As Fenrir bounces her up and down on his dick, Tonks tries her best to focus, she really does. But ultimately, it's all she can do to keep her current disguise up, to keep her current transformation from falling away to reveal her true self. She's never had this issue before. Only in times of extreme pain has she been unable to maintain her metamorphmagus transformation.

But this isn't painful, even if it starts out that way for a beat. No, very quickly Fenrir's rough fucking of her from below begins to feel amazing. And Tonks… Tonks doesn't know what to do about such extreme pleasure. She can't even keep up the act of moaning, lusty village wench, because it feels so good that it's rapidly not becoming an act. As Fenrir pounds into her from below, as she bounces up and down on his cock, Tonks gurgles, her eyes rolling up in her head, her body shuddering and spasming and undulating from the force of his blows.

She can't… she can't expand her cunt or her womb. She needs to, fuck she needs to if she intends to keep even a lick of sense about herself. Fenrir's massive bitch breaker of a dick is ravaging her insides like no one's business, and Tonks knows if she could just loosen up her pussy a little bit, if she could just make her cunt a little longer, it wouldn't be quite as debilitating.

With the right amount of focus, she could even do it in such a minor way as to make the Alpha Werewolf think that he was the one loosening her up, that her cunt was merely molding itself naturally to his cock size. But she can't find enough focus to do anything. Instead, Tonks' tongue begins to loll out of her mouth as well, and she squeals in ecstasy as explosive orgasm after explosive orgasm takes her.

The metamorphmagus was ill-prepared for this encounter, as she begins to realize when she soon finds herself on her hands and knees in the mud before Fenrir's 'throne'. Lurching forward, the hulking man pins her down and fucks her from behind, taking hold of her blonde hair and yanking her head back as he pounds into her to his heart's content.

Tonks… Tonks is beside herself. She can't stop it; she can't do anything but take it. And truth be told, she wants it. She wants it so badly that she hasn't even noticed her wand has been taken, nor that most of the pack has stopped their own debauchery in order to watch their Alpha really break in a new bitch.

When Fenrir finally leans in close and growls out into her ear, Tonks is barely cognizant… but she hears his words loud and clear all the same.

"Stupid little Auror bitch. Should never have come here. But I must admit… you make a sweet sacrifice all the same. Your yellow-bellied coward of a boss has bought himself a bit more time with your body."

Tonks' eyes widen at that, her pupils dilating as she realizes just how badly she's been played. None of it… she was never out here for a mission. She was never meant to actually succeed in infiltrating Fenrir Greyback's pack. No, in the end her purpose was always to be this, always to be a sacrifice to the Alpha Werewolf, to become his bitch.

That realization is what finally fully breaks Tonks. Moaning throatily, she reaches up and grabs at her tits, even as they shrink a fair bit. Her disguise falls away, revealing the metamorphmagus' true self as her concentration and focus on maintaining her blonde wench form fails. With that, everyone can see her for what and who she really is, Fenrir Greyback's bitch.

"F-Fuck me! Fuck me harder, Master! Fuck me like Remus never would!"

Fenrir doesn't stop thrusting away at her cunt, though he does make a considering noise in the back of his throat, before chuckling darkly.

"Oh? Remus Lupin? That kid's still kicking around? Would have thought the coward would have offed himself by now… perhaps I'll send him a message about your fate, and we'll see if he finally does."

It was a horrible thing to say, a horrible idea to perpetuate… and yet, Tonks isn't in any frame of mind to call Fenrir out on it. Gurgling on her own spit, lost in a world of pleasure and drowning in an ocean of ecstasy, Tonks just nods.

"Y-Yes! D-Do it! I don't care anymore! You're the only Alpha for me! M-More! Please, more!"

And he gives her more. Even as he does so, the other werewolves return to their own revelry, having watched their Alpha break in the Auror bitch they'd been warned would be skulking in their midst. With Tonks' admittedly meager threat removed, they all truly relax and celebrate Midsommar in earnest… to the detriment of the village women they'd kidnapped specifically for the night's… festivities.

Tonks can't bring herself to care about all of them though. Their fates are her own, in the end. She's made into Fenrir's bitch, and eventually has transformed to properly fit his… tastes. By the time he's done with her, no one who had ever known Tonks before would even recognize her. She looks like a punk werewolf slut, with dark black hair, and body writing etched across her skin.

As Fenrir pins her down and mounts her, fucking her into the ground all night long, Tonks the Auror is gone forever. But Nymphadora the Werewolf Slut has been born and isn't going anywhere.

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