"Midnight Transformations"

Regulus Black slipped through the shadows, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark as he made his way through the quiet streets of London. He had always loved the night, when the world seemed to slow down and the magic came alive. As an Animagus, he had the ability to transform into a creature of his choice, and he had often used this skill to explore the city in a way that was both exhilarating and liberating. Tonight, he had chosen to take on the form of a small, fluffy kitten. He had always loved this shape, with its soft fur and playful demeanor, and he found that it allowed him to slip into even the most secure of places unnoticed. As he padded through the streets, his tail twitching back and forth, he felt a sense of freedom that he rarely experienced in his human form. His destination was a house on the outskirts of town, one that he had visited many times before. It was the home of James Potter, a boy who had recently come of age and was known for his wild parties and generous spirit. Regulus had heard that James had been celebrating a particularly big night, and he had a feeling that the house would be quiet and still, the occupants fast asleep. He slipped through the open window and padded silently across the floor, his ears perked up and his whiskers twitching as he navigated the darkened room. James was sleeping on a large bed, his brown curly hair mussed and his tanned skin gleaming in the moonlight. Regulus's eyes were drawn to the boy's rugged features, his broad shoulders and muscular build a stark contrast to his own delicate form. As he approached the bed, Regulus couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. He had always been drawn to James, with his deep voice and firm large cock, and he had often wondered what it would be like to be close to him, to feel his touch and his affection. Without hesitation, Regulus jumped up onto the bed, his tiny paws barely making a sound on the soft sheets. James stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he reached out a hand to stroke Regulus's back. "Kitty," he murmured, his voice deep and husky with sleep. Regulus purred, his tail twitching back and forth as James continued to stroke his fur, his fingers gentle and soothing. As James's hand wandered over his body, Regulus felt a surge of pleasure, his kitten pussy slicking up at the touch. "Such a pretty pussy," James murmured, his voice low and husky. "Such a good kitty." Regulus's eyes went wide, his heart racing with excitement as James continued to fondle his tail and belly. He had never been touched like this before, and he wasn't sure how to react. But as he looked into James's sleep-soaked eyes, he saw only kindness and affection, and he felt a sense of trust wash over him. As James continued to stroke his fur, Regulus began to purr more loudly, his body relaxing into the touch. He felt a sense of connection to this boy, a sense of belonging that he had never experienced before. And as he drifted off to sleep, surrounded by James's gentle touch, Regulus knew that this was just the beginning of a very special friendship.