The door flew open, but instead of Malfoy's buddy, there was Harry Windsor.
"Rumfield was supposed to bring this by, but the Dean wanted to have a word with him, so I volunteered to-" said
the royal heir and wizard as he stepped through the door. The room seemed unnaturally dark, so Prince Harry
waved his wand just into time to see the dogboy's face as he knocked the royal personage on his keester.
"No, no, no," Bates said banging his head against the wall.
The noise of rough sex abated. The beast boys were both naked and knotted. He sighed. His magiv worked well-
enough on Higgenbottom, but a prince should have all sorts of wards, talismans and spells protecting his life
and timeline from being altered. At least that's what Bates had thought. The two naked lads were facing
opposite directions with their butt cheeks pressed hard against each other. And each lad's big cock was buried
and knotted in the other's ass.
"That happened too fast," Bates said shaking his head, "Unless Harry was already a dog boy?" He thought about
the photos from Las Vegas. It was possible. The queen was notorious for her kennels. Maybe the whole Royal
family were werewolves or weredogs. Bates vaguely recalled something about Torchwood, Dr. Who, Queen Victoria
and werewolves, but maybe it had been more than just a story. He couldn't help but pet Prince Harry. The
prince licked his hand. "Good, Prince. Good Mally," he added patting Malfoy's head.