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• Ages - Teens
• Category - Action
• Category - Literature - Fan Literature
• Critique - Encouraged
• Critique - Optional
• Filters - Adult imagery
• Filters - Nudity
• Series - H - Harry Potter
• Series - H - Harry Potter - Charlie Weasley
• Series - H - Harry Potter - Colin Creevey
• Series - H - Harry Potter - Dean Thomas
• Series - H - Harry Potter - Draco Malfoy
• Series - H - Harry Potter - Lucius Malfoy
• Series - H - Harry Potter - Neville Longbottom
• Series - H - Harry Potter - Ron Weasley
• Series - H - Harry Potter - Severus Snape
• Series - H - Harry Potter - Sirius Black
• Series - H - Harry Potter - Tom Riddle/Voldemort
• Series - Not Applicable/Other
• Series - Original
• Theme - Alternate Universe
• Theme - Body Modification
• Theme - Celebration
• Theme - Comfort
• Theme - Costumes/Regalia
• Theme - Death/Character Death
• Theme - Family
• Theme - Flexibility
• Theme - Friendship/Platonic
• Theme - Historical
• Theme - Humour
• Theme - Mature - Anal
• Theme - Mature - Erotic Nude
• Theme - Mature - Humiliation
• Theme - Mature - Master-Slave
• Theme - Mature - Masturbation
• Theme - Mature - Multiple Partners
• Theme - Mature - Oral
• Theme - Mature - Orgasm/Cumshot
• Theme - Mature - Slash
• Theme - Mature - Tasteful Nude
• Theme - Mature - Toys
• Theme - Mature - Yaoi/Hard core
• Theme - Mind Control
• Theme - Muscle
• Theme - Satire/Parody
• Theme - Spirituality/Religion
• Theme - Supernatural/Fantasy
• Theme - Voyeurism
• Time taken - 8-12 hours
• Time taken - Who knows?
• Tools - Literary Work
• Tools - Literary Work - Prose/Stories
Harry Potter and the Bunkeys
By Notsalony
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Notes: While cleaning out a section of my room I found a note book from nearly ten years ago, and it contained some story ideas that I never got off the ground. The being one of them, after re-reading it I decided that it needed just a little refreshing to be post worthy.
Would you believe that this story when first written was only about four pages in a note book, but now their... like the maximum number of pages I can have for Y gallery! -GRINS- That is amazing to me.
“Were the world mine” song from the movie Were the World Mine was playing in the background. Check out the FULL song on youtube here
And if you think this makes no sense... well.. then... enjoy anyways.
Pairings:
Draco/Harry, Harry/Dean, Ron/Charlie, Dean/Neville, Dean/Neville/Plant, Ron/Merlin, Ron/Arthur, Ron/Knights of the round table,
Merlin, Arthur, and the knights are all from the BBC’s “Merlin” series, and I don’t own it or the HP series, I only own the actions take part of here. -smiles-
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Harry woke slowly, his mind clinging to the last vestiges of sleep, he clawed his way to the surface from deep sleep. His mind didn’t want to release the strangle hold it had on his dream, it keep trying to draw him back in. Harry wasn’t entirely sure how he knew it was a dream. Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t often go ridding around on a rubber chicken in naught bu red silk boxers with Draco Malfoy ridding bitch behind him. His mind let him drift back into the dreamscape.
“Problems Harry?” Draco’s warm hands were on his chest, his nimble fingers tweaking Harry’s nipples.
“No.” Harry road the giant rubber chicken like a magical broom, ridding around the castle.
“Good.” Draco slid a hand down to cup Harry’s hip, pull himself closer to Harry. Harry blushed as he felt hard flesh push against his silk encased ass.
“Draco?” Harry swallowed hard.
“Yeah?” Draco nuzzled Harry’s crook of his neck.
“Are you wearing anything?” Harry bit his lip.
“Of course not silly. Neither are you.” Harry realized then his boxers were gone, and he was sitting naked atop the plastic chicken while Draco, equally as naked, slowly humped his firm ass.
“Oh... I...” Harry blushed, not sure what he was doing now.
“Shhh.” Draco leaned in and kissed the side of Harry’s neck. “Let me kiss it and make it all better.” Draco turned Harry around on the chicken as it hovered in mid air and went down on the raven haired youth. Harry had time to look down and realize that Draco had gold and crimson hair that shimmered in the light as his head bobbed up and down. But as his mouth moved faster Harry stopped carrying that Draco had funky hair or that this might be a dream. He was so close. So close release that he just didn’t care.
“You awake yet mate?” Ron opened Harry’s curtains to his bed, Harry sat up, hoping that Ron wouldn’t see his blush or sweat as he held the blanket to himself, hiding the morning wood and the fact that he’d just came hard in his sleep. Harry rubbed his eyes with his free hand and for one brief moment he thought Draco had followed him out of the dream, till he put his classes on and managed to wake up the rest of the way. “You okay?” Ron sat down on the bed and put his hand on Harry’s naked shoulder. Harry’d given up pajama tops in his fifth year. Now being sixteen he felt it more fitting to sleep bare chested, but as he sat there, post orgasm, he gave thought to being totally covered.
“Good as I’m going to get I guess.” Harry tried to sound normal, utterly failing but trying just the same. “What day is it?” Ron looked at him like he’d gone stark raving mad, but then again most days Ron looked at him like he was barking at lease once a day.
“Tuesday.” Ron said in a slow voice.
“You sure?” Harry frowned.
“All day.” Ron countered as he shrugged, he’d felt Harry’s damp shoulder and knew there was only two reasons Harry’d be sweating in bed. One he’d had a nightmare and he’d wet the bed, or two, he’d had another sex dream and came in his bottoms. Either way Ron was going to give him the tactical space to cover up and not have to talk about it. Getting up off the bed he stood back a bit. Seeing the way Harry held his legs and his blanket to him, it was a sex dream. “Yeah I’m sure it’s Tuesday.” He gave a soft smile.
“You know what that means...” Harry started.
‘That you’ll probably wig out the second you see who ever you were dreaming about?’ Ron thought but he finished Harry’s sentence with him. “Care of Magical Creatures.” Ron nodded as he went to get his wand. “Want me to wait for you in the common room?” Ron said over his shoulder.
“Yeah... shouldn’t be long.” Harry said in a tight voice. Ron nodded and walked away, hearing the cleaning spell that Harry muttered under his breath. ‘Yep, big orgasm from someone in his sex dream.’ Was Ron’s thought as he walked away, mean while Harry was left shuddering, using cleaning charms usually left you clean as a whistle, but using it on cum was different. It was too organic and too filled with DNA for the spell to properly clean it. Instead it cleaned the bulk of the jizz but it left the feel of it and a slight residue behind. But when used directly on a cock that’d just cum, it left the whole thing hyper sensitive.
Taking the bottoms off so he didn’t cum again, he threw them on the floor. He hated having the house elves clean up after he’d had a wet dream, but such was life here. He stood up naked and stretched, spying around his bed to make sure no one else was in there he looked down at his still bloated organ and sighed. So now he was having sex dreams about Draco Malfoy sucking on him. What next? Sex with on a hippogriff? He sighed and flicked his wand summoning his towel and heading down to the boy’s shower room. He wrapped the towel around himself and walked in to find Dean under the far shower.
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The water cascading down his dark flesh, his firm ass clenched, one arm holding him up as he braced himself against the wall. Harry stopped in his tracks as he realized what Dean’s other arm was doing. He watched as his friend masturbated in the showers, his own cock growing behind his towel again as he watched. Dean let out a moan as he blasted his cum against the titled wall of the bathroom showers. He leaned his forehead against the tile and continued to milk himself as he stood there leaning against the wall. Harry stepped in and started a shower head, knowing if he didn’t hurry up he’d make Ron wonder what happened to him. Dean jumped as he heard Harry start the shower.
“Enjoying a morning shower Dean?” Harry grinned.
“Yeah... just what I needed.” Dean bit his lip not sure how much Harry had seen but went back to soaping himself up, since his hand was down on his cock he made it look like he was just washing it. But the action brought a moan he tried to suppress out of his throat. Harry smiled and soaped up his chest.
“You can stop worrying Dean. Everyone does it.” Dean closed his eyes against the humiliation he was feeling just then. “Most of us just charm the curtains close and use a silencing charm.”
“You saw then.” Dean hung his head in shame.
“Yeah, and not bad. I can’t seem to do it standing up.” Harry shrugged. “I can tug and tug but never really... you know.” Harry blushed then.
“In here’s the best for me. Don’t really know why, but it feels... so good in here.” Dean looked down too, his cock hard again. “Damn it.” He sighed. “I was hoping it’d stay down this time.” He turned his back to the water spicket and Harry got his first look at Dean’s front. His shapely chest, his six pack abs, his muscular thighs, and the large black member sticking out from his crotch. Leaning his back against the tiles, and squirting a little soap on his cock, Dean began jerking off again in earnest. Harry’s cock responded by going fully hard while watching Dean stroke off. Feeling that this was now or never, Harry turned around, squirted some of his shampoo on his cock and joined Dean in flogging the one eyed snake. They’d been jerking off for a while when Dean looked at Harry, they’d both been sneaking looks at one another but this was more direct. “Can I do something with out you telling anyone?” Dean bit his lip.
“Sure.” Harry shrugged. It wasn’t like he planed on telling anyone about this anyways. But as Dean lubed two finger and put his hand around behind him, he realized what Dean was doing. He watched in dumb fascination as Dean finger fucked his tight brown ass and flogged his cock with his other hand. Dean worked three fingers into his ass and was bucking on them hot and heavy. His breathing changed and his hand on his needy prick speed up. Harry vaguely understood that putting things in one’s ass was supposed to feel good if you hit a certain spot. And they’d covered some in the sex ed courses in public school that anal sex was what turned some fokes on. Harry’d never really been one for labels, but as he watched Dean fingering his own ass and getting off on it, he figured Dean must like ass play. “Can I help?” Dean stopped and looked at Harry confused.
“Help?” Dean blinked.
“Yeah.” Harry moved quickly and was soon facing Dean’s crotch, his face level with Dean’s swollen member as he looked up at Dean. “I won’t tell if you don’t.” Harry smiled up at Dean. Dean blinked utterly dumbfounded by Harry’s actions as he watched his friend take his large black cock into his tight white mouth and suck while his hands snaked around behind Dean and began finger fucking him faster. Harry didn’t have any experience but that didn’t mater. What mattered here was the fact that Harry was young, and full of hormones, and he needed to get off, but mostly he needed to get Dean off. And it didn’t take long before Dean was emptying his swollen nuts into Harry’s more then willing mouth.
Both boys found release in the moment Dean came, Harry cuming as well, and they leaned back and panted as they both looked at each other. Harry noticed two small bite marks on Dean’s cock and kissed them causing the other boy to buck at the touch. Harry looked up confused.
“Sorry, just really sensitive. I was helping Hagrid unload some stuff this morning and.. one of the critters in the smaller cages bit me hard down there. Hagrid told me I didn’t have to show up to class today, and just go to the nurse. She took a look at it and how swollen I’d gotten told me to take a shower.” Dean blushed. “Then you came in.” He shrugged. “It looks like it’s finally going down.” He added.
“It just needing someone to help you.” Harry gave Dean’s cock a gentle kiss and got up. “I’ve got to get dressed and go, Ron and Hermione are probably waiting for me.” Harry smiled and waved as he walked a way, leaving his towel behind, his semi hard cock flopping back and forth as he walked away.
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Harry stood there in the hall for a moment before going on into the dorms and getting dressed. He rushed down and told Ron a story about the showers being slow this morning. Ron just grinned and Hermione rolled her eyes as they all headed downstairs to breakfast. Harry didn’t put much memory into breakfast because he was trying hard not to think of the fact that he’d just sucked Dean’s cock. Thankfully Dean has went to have a lie down instead of going down to breakfast. Neither boy was ready to face the other just yet. Harry really wanted to see what kind of creatures Dean had helped unload today that had left a bite light that.
Harry hadn’t told anyone yet, but three months of living in relative seclusion with nothing going on had caused him to hunger for excitement in ways he wasn’t sure were a hundred percent healthy. But as he ate and thought about what Hagrid had for them today, he hoped it would be something big and monster like. He could use something deadly to take his mind off the taste of Dean’s cum that lingered on his tongue. Gods what was happening to him. First sex dreams about Draco of all people. Harry instinctively looked up and over to the Slytherin table, where Draco was holding court as usual. And now he’d sucked Dean off in the showers. What was happening to him?
Sighing to himself he decided not to focus on it and to try to live up to his motto. Ever since he spent most of the summer thinking about Sirius’ dead Harry had come to one conclusion. That he needed to live life in the moment. Live in the now, not the past and not the future. So with that thought in mind he headed down to Hagrid’s with Ron and Hermione. H e was expecting to see something akin to the blast ended skrewts, so he was moderatly confused to see several large blue monkeys with tiny blue wings floating in cages along side and an equal amount of pink bunnies who were vanishing and reappearing at will. The tiny pick wings on the bunnies fluttered on their backs as they jabbed with their small red sparkly horns at the cage bars from time to time.
“W-what are those?” Neville asked from somewhere behind Harry. Neville had shot up a lot since last year, as tall as Ron had been. But the most striking feature was that due to the fight with the Death Eaters last year Neville had gotten cosmetic magic done to his face. Gone were the too large teeth and the misshapen head. His face was clear and handsome, and he was really growing into his body. Harry wondered when he’d joined their group but he realized slowly that Neville had been with them since before breakfast. As he spoke Harry also realized that Neville’s voice had finally started to change, it had to have dropped an octave or two over the summer.
“Not sure.” Ron sounded off next to Neville somewhere, and as he stood up straight Harry realized that Ron had grown again this summer. His body had become more physically developed due to his year on the Quidditch team last year, but as he grew it made him look even more lean. He was staying on the team again this year, and Harry mentally thanked the gods for that and the showers afterwards. Knowing he’d be seeing more of Ron’s bare body. But over all, in Harry’s opinion, the workouts had done nothing but good things for Ron’s body.
“I think they’re plot animals.” Hermione’s voice came from Harry’s right side. Harry blushed as he realized he had blocked the path to Hagrid’s hut this long. Moving to the side he noticed that Hermione and Neville were holding hands.
“Mione? What are plot animals?” Harry turned to Hermione, ignoring the fact that they were holding hands.
“They’re animals that effect the out come of stories, lives, and journeys. You can use them to change the out come of events. Past, present, or future. They’re powerful creatures.” She paused thoughtfully. “But why are we studying both plot monkey’s and plot bunnies?” She frowned. “Their dangerous when their alone, but together their effects would become more pronounced. People would begin to act out arbitrary events with no real reason why their doing it.”
“What’s the difference between them?” Neville asked as he put his hand on her shoulder in a loving manor. Harry vaguely remembered Hermione telling him about her having found a boyfriend over the summer. He’d thought it was someone else but the way Neville was holding himself and Hermione, it was clear they’d been dating since before their return to Hogwarts this year.
“A plot monkey controls the over all journey, the setting, mood, the whole thing. While the plot bunny simply controls the concept or theme. Didn’t you know that Granger?” Draco’s snide drawl came from behind them causing them all to turn. “Though the bite from a plot bunny can cause strange events to occur. I’d stay away from their mouths if I were you Potter, you’re luck you’d end up being a sex magnet in this school. Weasley should put his finger in there. Maybe he’ll turn to gold and his family can cut him up and sell him off by the pound and finally afford all those children.” He snorted.
“What the hell are you even doing here Malfoy?” Ron’s voice beat Harry’s. Harry had been too busy realizing that he might have blown Dean simply because one of these pink rabbits had bitten his crotch. Blushing horribly and hoping no one noticed he tried to fade into the background.
“I believe in finishing what I started. I had to take this class in the beginning but the lousy half giant of a teacher is good at providing deadly and dangerous creatures that help with my potions and poisons knowledge. So here I am. The question Weasley is why Potter started blushing when I mentioned sex? Are you a virgin Potter?”
“It’s none of your business.” Ron shouted as Hermione said, “Well of course he is.”, while at the same time Harry said. “Well not now.” Only half under his breathe the rest of them all heard it and stopped and turned to look at him.
“What?” Hermione looked shocked.
“Not what, WHO Granger. Who is more important.” Draco turned to Harry.
“Yeah, what he said.” Ron shook his head and nodded with Draco.
“None of your business who I slept with or what I did.” Harry blushed as he turned, they started to comment on what he had to have done but he cut them off. “Hey, look, Hagrid left a note.” He hoped he could draw attention away from his sex life, or magical augmentations of said sex life.
“Dear class, please begin your assignments, I’ve been called away. You’re to try to breed the plot monkeys to the plot bunnies creating a rare creature known as a bunkey. The bunkey has powers from both parent and can cause radical changes in your life. Enjoy.” Hermione frowned. “How do you get bunnies and monkeys to mate?”
“Okay, Draco, since you know so much about plot bunnies and plot monkeys how do we mate them?” Harry asked.
“I... you just called me by my first name.” Draco frowned.
“I’m tired, I’ve had a long morning and now I have to get two unlike species to mate. Just tell me what I need to know please?” Harry sighed. Everyone stopped and looked closely at him. He did look more tired the normal and he had not wanted to talk about the sex. They all thought various things, none of them even remotely close to the truth.
“Well... first you pick what kind of general over all mood you want. For example this one.” Draco walked up to a dark blue plot monkey. “He’s labeled for distant future. Pair him with the right plot bunny and you could end up with a future were everything turns out alright for you and all your children and their children for generations. Pair him with the wrong one and you would end up making Weasley look rich.” Harry put his hand over Ron’s mouth before he could speak.
“And that one?” Harry pointed.
“He’s good if you want to effect the past. He’ll change anything.”
“How do you mean?” Harry frowned. “You can’t change the past.”
“Okay, say you bred this one with a plot bunny that had a thing about socks.” Draco looked at Harry. “Then a day that happened in the past where socks were important wouldn’t have happened. Like when you tricked father into freeing Dobby. That never would have happened, and then he wasn’t free to help you ever again.”
“Which one has a thing for socks.” Harry started looking at plot bunnies.
“Hey, you freed him, no gives backsies.” Draco put his hands up.
“He can’t...” Hermione stopped in mid sentence as both Harry and Draco said as one that he was.
“Any way, this one is good for current events.” He pointed to a pale blue monkey. “And then this one is good for near future events. This one’s good for tangent ideas.” Harry blinked at him. “What if you’re eyes were brown instead of green like your mothers?” Harry nodded. “That sort of thing. This one.... this one is a random wild card...” He pointed to a nearly purple monkey. “And then we have a pwp monkey.” Draco stepped back as the monkey tried to grab him. “Their dangerous... they don’t rely on plot lines, they just make things up as they go along.”
“So... anything can happen... like the dead never died... or...” Harry went red.
“Or you could be a set of twins. It’s totally beyond control. The Dark Lord tried to win the war by breeding a pwp plot monkey with promising plot bunny that had the power to people’s minds. He wanted to create the power to mind control the masses into just following him. Instead he gave the Death Eaters a taste for musical theater and gave Snape an Opera background.” Draco shuttered.
“Snape used to sing Opera....” Harry frowned.
“Yep. He also used to be about two hundred pounds heavier thanks to the Dark Lord’s messing about. The moral of the story, don’t. Just DON’T.” Draco shook his head. “So who gets what?” Draco looked around them.
“Well I think I’ll put the near future one together with this one.” Hermione picked up a pretty lilac hued bunny that had purple eyes. They noticed that as they got closer to the plot bunnies they were different colors, they simply looked pink from a distance.
“Okay.” Harry walked up and collected the current events monkey and a brown looking plot bunny.
“I suppose I’ll pick this one.” Ron picked up the past monkey and a green plot bunny.
“And I’ll take the distant future with this one.” Neville picked up a gold colored plot bunny.
“That... well crap.” Draco picked up the pwp and a black bunny. “So to mating.” He put the cages together and they fused into one cage. Hours later of sitting their watching them sit back and look at one another, like every else’s pairing, Draco screamed his frustration, grabbed his wand drew a green flaming heart in the air and yelled out. “Procreao Induco!” The green heart fell around the monkey and bunny and created a cloud that happily obscured any chance of seeing what may or may not have happened in the cage. The others were shocked so they started using the spell but Harry kept watching Draco, much to Draco’s embarrassment. Because Harry noticed how the spell caused Draco’s pants to tent out slightly. He went and did the same spell on his own bunny, letting Draco see him start to get hard from the after effect. A couple hours later the smoke cleared, the monkey was curled up in a ball shuddering and the bunny was sitting on its side smoking a cigarette. No one questioned how, why, or when, but they just thought it was really odd. They were about to ask what to do next when Draco’s bunny started talking.
“oh shit... oh shit... oh shit... OH FUCKING HELL NO SHIT FUCK!” It screamed as it popped out of being like it apperated leaving a pink egg with black hearts stamped all over the shell. Draco sat there blinking and when the other bunny’s repeated the process and left eggs in their places. Harry ended up with a pure neutral grey egg, Ron ended up with an orange and blue speckled egg, while Hermione ended up with a bright red egg with a single blue splotch on one side. Everyone turned to Neville’s cage where the egg was green with gold spirals all over it. They shrugged and retrieved the nests that Hagrid had left for them, placing their eggs in them they headed back to the castle.
“Shame we wont be back till Thursday.” Neville sighed.
“You know I’m curious what mind will do... but I’m also scared to have it hatch.” Draco looked down at the ground.
“Well who knows maybe it’ll make you gay and we’ll get along better.” Harry said off handedly.
“I... what?” Draco ran to ketch up.
“Uh... nothing.” Draco could have sworn Harry was blushing when he took off at a dead sprint.
“Did the rest of you...?” Draco turned and they all nodded. “Okay, what is up with him?”
“Dunno he’s having a lot of sex dreams... and it’s setting him on edge.” Ron shrugged. “When he’s not having sex dreams...”
“He’s having nightmares.” Neville finished. “We take turns putting up wards to lessen the screams so the others can sleep.
“Okay why would he... oh gods.” Draco stood stock-still.
“What?” Ron turned, ready for almost anything Draco could say.
“Harry just came out to me... of all people... I... why...” Draco’s mind shut down.
“It’s okay Draco. You’ll handle it. I figured it out a while ago.” Hermione hugged him. “It could be worse. At least he doesn’t have a crush on Voldemort.” She shrugged, took Neville’s hand and walked away.
“What was that about?” Ron ran to ketch up with them, looking back and noticing that Draco was standing in one place, stock still, and his eye twitching.
“Oh, Harry’s having sex dreams about Draco and Harry’s gay.” Hermione shrugged as they continued on into the castle.
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Harry was sitting alone in the courtyard when they walked by. Ron started to go to him but Hermione shook her head. She walked over and hugged Harry carefully. He turned into the hug and started crying heavily. She held him and waved the other two boys off. She was still holding a sobbing Harry when Draco came by on his way back to the castle. He stopped and looked at Hermione who gave him a soft smile. He started to walk past but she tapped Harry on the shoulder and he looked back over his shoulder, letting Draco see his red eyes from where he’d been crying. Other people had come and gone by now but nearly all stayed away. It was Hermione who turned some away when they tried to talk to Harry. Draco met Harry’s pained gaze and walked towards them. He put a hand on Harry’s shoulder.
“I don’t want you thinking I’m rejecting you.” Draco leaned in close. “I just don’t know how I feel is all. I mean you’re handsome. And I can see myself with you.” Draco had the grace to blush. “But.. I’m not sure how I feel over all. I’ll tell you before class on Thursday so it’s not the bunkey effecting my answer.” He kissed Harry’s temple. “That way no mater what happens you know the truth.” He smiled softly and held Harry’s hand till he moved back and headed to his next class.
“Well that’s something.” Harry said as he wiped his eyes.
“Harry...” Hermione held him to her. She wished she could make this right, but knowing that there was little she could do to help.
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Tuesday and Wednesday passed ever so slowly for the five of them waiting for their double Care of Magical Creature’s class on Thursday morning. Soon enough they were all on their way down the steps and found Draco standing on the path. He’d been missing meals lately and ducking out of classes and being abnormally silent when it came to the Gryffindors. No one could figure him out lately as they walked near him he fell into sink with Harry and company walking down to Hagrid’s hut. They were shocked to find another note, this one telling them that Hagrid had to go see to something that was life or death and that he’d not had time for a sub again. So he’d left their eggs in a state of slowed hatching so that once they went into the shed he’d built for their eggs, the eggs would start hatching.
“Did you decide?” Harry bit his lip while he held his arm and looked horribly younger then he really was.
“Yes.” Draco moved him over a bit and sat down on a pumpkin. “I think we should take things slow. Try being friends first, and then move on into the rest. I think we have something that’s wroth taking the time.” Draco smiled. “Yes I’ll date you. Yes I want to date you.” Draco pulled Harry into hug him. “Now I want you to know that no mater what our bunkeys do to our lives.” Draco tilted Harry’s head and leaned him onto his own neck. “Shall we go see what insanity we have to face?” Draco gave a smile.
“Sure.” Harry walked with Draco back to where Hermione had brought the nests out. She was watching her egg twitching and starting to break. The instant the shell broke a small bunny eared monkey looked at her, it had blue wings and was utterly crimson red. It raised it’s little hands at her and suddenly she looked misty eyed. She was seeing a future that would unfold over the next few years.
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Hermione was twenty-eight years old, wearing a robe of pure red sitting atop a throne. Hundreds of thousands of witches and wizards were gathered around as she explained her plan. She would be running the world in a mater of hours. Her children had infiltrated the highest orders of all world governments and were poised to hand over complete control over everything to her. She smiled as her youngest son came up and held his hands to be picked up. She picked him up and held him to her as she turned and looked at the side of her throne.
“Honey, I think we’ll need to breed more children.” She smiled as she looked down at Ron’s naked flesh. His cock and balls bound in tight leather restraints and under curses to stay hard and at the ready. He bowed his head for her, signifying that he understood. “My plan was perfect. My brains and beauty, your family’s fertility, it’s a perfect combination. Add in the ginger hair... and no one say it coming.” She laughed. “An army of ‘tainted blood’ geniuses. Stellar at magic, and visually appealing with my instructions to wed, bed, or black mail their way to the top. Now my plan is moments from success.” She smiled. “And it’s all because of your needy prick. I’m glad I enslaved you and your brothers to breed with. It made the perfect unassuming army.”
“yes mistress.” Ron hung his head. His body honed from years of working out and lifting weights but his chains designed to make him her willing slave.
“Now, I think you and Charlie should be making out now.” She snapped her fingers and Charlie came out from under a wizard’s ropes, his mouth dripping with the man’s seed. “You need to put your mouth to your brother’s cock.” She smirked
“Yes mistress.” Charlie hobbled over to his brother, equally as nude, his cock equally as engorged and swollen with need. He bent down and swallowed Ron’s cock to the root.
“I do so love obedient men.” She smiled.
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Hermione blinked back into the present, her eyes glazed over. She turned and walked away from the group and stood in front of Neville for a moment. “I’m sorry Neville.” She sighed. “You’re lovely and easy on the eyes. Intelligent, and everything I’m looking for in a man. But if I sleep with you the children will all be too good looking. They’d get noticed. If I’m going to rule the world I need children with my brains, my beauty, and a fatal flaw that will keep them over looked. They must be ginger.” She walked away from him and pointed her wand at Ron. “Get naked Ronald. You’re wildest and darkest dreams have come true. And you’ll be feeling like several new men by the time I’m done and our children are born.” She smirked, spelling off his pants and putting a cock ring and ball harness on him, instantly erecting his cock.
“Okay... that was unexpected.” Neville watched as Hermione dictated their relationship between herself and Ron. Mean while he got in close to his own bunkey egg as it hatched. Out of the egg came a gold version of Hermione’s bunkey, but he had green runes all over himself. He touched Neville’s face and instantly he was somewhere else.
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Neville was wearing transparent fabric that showed off his body, with a small green cock looking symbol over his left nipple. Looking confused he looked around him and realized he was in a nursery full of odd plants. The nearest one looked like a common dirigible plum plant, but instead of plums, it had floating green penis shaped fruit growing from it. Neville watched one of the fruit matured, growing into a very realistic looking green penis. He was examining it when the door opened behind him.
“Haven’t you fertilized the new crop yet?” Dean Thomas was standing there, years older then Neville, and he unzipped Neville’s out fit exposing his bare flesh to the open air. Turning him around he pushed Neville so that his cock was sticking into a slot in the side of the nursery wall. He then unzipped the out fit up Neville’s ass till it was in it’s rest spot just above hie ass. “I have to do everything around here.” Dean sighed as he lubed up his cock and shoved into Neville.
“What the hell...” Neville started to complain as he was pushed against the glass like wall and fucked hard by his would be friend. He was confused as he suddenly felt something on his cock. The vines of what ever plant was in this container wrapped around his cock and began to milk him. He blushed as they wrapped around his balls and began pulling on them, pulling his cock down till it lined up with a flower bloom. Once the vines has Neville’s cock lined up the bloom swirled around his cock head and began sucking on his cock. Caught between the joys of Dean’s cock hitting the multiple prostates he knew he didn’t have an hour ago, and the plant sucking his cock.
He erupted his larger balls into the plant and started to relax, till he felt Dean picking up pace. The plant shot a sticky fluid up his cock, and next came a small tongue like vine that went down his cock and began stimulating him from inside. Neville had never felt anything so intense in his life. He started sobbing as the sexual energy in these two, Dean and the plant, knew no bounds. He was cumming again long before Dean showed any signs of stopping. It wasn’t until his eight orgasm that the plant let go of Neville’s spent but still swollen prick. Dean came hard in his ass and slapped it hard.
“There we go.” He pushed a button and a robotic arm came down and grasped a swollen tube on the plant. Dean pushed another button and the tube was cut off and brought up to a slot which Dean pulled it out of. He threw the tube onto the ground and watched as it grew into a complete clone of Neville, utterly naked, only slightly green colored.
“Plant Clone Neville reporting for duty.” The clone saluted Dean.
“Good. Only seven more of you to get out of this thing. We’re going to have to give this one more enchantments and enhancements.” He sighed as he stroked Neville’s swollen balls. “Eight of you at a time and having to wait hours for him to rebuild his sperm levels just isn’t reasonable on this war effort.” Hs sighed heavily as he zipped Neville’s transparent cloths shut. “At any rate I’ll be back with the next round of drugs to try in an hour. With luck you’ll be able to go for days having sex and I’ll have to call in others to take my place.” He smirked. “A non stop army to combat the hordes we face in this war.”
“Who are we at war with?” Neville had the sense to ask.
“Cavities.” Dean said before leading the eight clones out of the room and closing it behind him. “See you in an hour.” He said through the door.
“But... how... why would you need clones to fight cavities?” Neville blinked, utterly confused.
“Hey, don’t knock it. You get all the sex you can handle you little nympho.” One of the Clones said before they walked away.
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“Where’d Neville go?” Harry asked as Neville vanished.
“Dunno, but his pants are full of cum, so I’m guessing he enjoyed himself.” He shrugged.
“Ron, your turn.” Harry pointed as Ron’s egg began to heave itself up and down in the nest trying to break free. Ron watched as it broke out and his was a pure white copy of Hermione and Neville’s bunkey, only his had a green tail and blue eyes. It retch up for him and he felt the world turn side ways around him.
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“Right now, the virgin sacrifice is all prepared.” Ron turned around to find a short dark haired man testing his bounds. Ron realized then he was tied face down, naked except for Hermione’s cock harness to a stone at stone hinge.
“Now Merlin, you’re sure this will cure my father?” Arthur looked concerned.
“Oh yeah sure, Guiasus says this is how they used to cure this disease all the time. Take a horny teenaged red headed wizard, tie him down to the standing stones, and fuck his arse till he speaks gibberish. Works all the time.” Merlin grinned as he smacked Ron on his up turned well-muscled ass.
“So show us what we need to do Merlin.” Arthur smirked.
“Me?” Merlin blushed slightly.
“Well you’re plan you go first.” Arthur pushed him at Ron’s ass.
“Okay then.” Merlin undid his trousers, fished out his cock and fisted it till he was good and hard. “No need to worry about lube, Red Heads are naturally lubricated for this.” He shoved his whole cock into Ron’s suddenly lubricated and loosened hole. Ron moaned as the solid member of the most powerful wizard before Dumbledore’s time ravaged his ass. His body falling into the rhythm of the fuck he was being given, pulling at its bounds as he rode Merlin’s cock. Ron was starting to chafe from his ropes when Merlin groaned loudly and emptied himself into Ron’s warm hole. “Like that.” He panted as he pulled off.
“Okay then.” Arthur fished out his own swollen member and entered Ron hard and fast, fucking the lad like he was a fucking post. Not caring that he might be hurting the boy he bedded, only caring that this union of flesh may save his father’s health. There was no love loss in Arthur’s fucking style but as he emptied himself he stepped back and called the next Knight up to fuck Ron. “I’ll send the call out now. All males who are able are to enter that lad’s arse. Once we get every male in the kingdom to bed him, then we’ll start all over again, and again until my father is better.” Arthur panted as he cleaned himself up.
‘shit’ Ron thought to himself.
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“What the fuck?” Harry jumped as Ron’s cloths vanished and his ass began to leak cum by the gallon, and his wrists showed rope burn.
“What happened?” Draco looked concerned.
“Fucked by the whole kingdom of Camelot... for months...” Ron fell over, a book entitled ‘the reason red headed wizard boys should be pants less’ came into being next to him.
“Okay... if I vanish... I love you.” Draco kissed Harry as his pick and black egg hatched. His bunkey looked like a little winged monkey with bunny ears and a long monkey tail. He was pure black except for his pink wings.
(,,=^-.-^=,,)
He waves his arms in the air and Draco looked around and realized nothing had changed. He shrugged and sat down next to Harry, feeling the warmth on the sun on his bare skin. Draco wondered why he didn’t remember it being this warm on his body before. As he looked down at his purely naked body, his hard swollen cock, and the Slytherin colored ball stretcher he was wearing all the way down to his socks and trainers. He felt normal but couldn’t place what was wrong.
“So your bunkey made Slytherins nudists?” Harry frowned. “Odd. What’s the point there?”
“Mine has no point. Apparently all Slytherins everywhere are nudists.” Draco shrugged, remembering dinner parties held in the nude by his parents. Nude parties with Death Eater families. Nude Death Eater meetings held in front of a nude Voldemort. Draco shuddered. “Somethings shouldn’t be remembered.” He looked down at his socks.
“Voldemort?”
“Voldemort.” He closed his eyes.
“Gods.. I have the memory too now.” Harry shuddered. “He made Quarrel walk around naked when he was in the room with the mirror... and then in the chamber... naked at sixteen... and then... last year in the ministry... full frontal Tom Riddle...” Harry leaned in close and hugged Draco. “Gods, that’s nasty. Some people should wear clothing.” Harry looked at his egg as it bulged. “Oh dear gods what will this one do?” Harry watched as his egg burst open to reveal a perfectly snow white bunkey with soft grey eyes. As he raised his hands Harry felt a gust of wind on his body.
(,,=^-.-^=,,)
“Harry why are by pubes dyed gold with a crimson lion dyed in them?” Draco looked down at his crotch.
“Forget that Draco... why is your hair gold and crimson colored?” Hermione frowned.
“I... what?” Draco conjured a mirror. “Holy Hubert’s Horse Headed Hobgoblins.” Draco felt his hair and watched his reflection.
“I’m more interested in this tattoo.” Harry said as he ran his hands over it on Draco’s ass cheek. “Property of Harry J. Potter, Gryffindor.” He grinned as he looked at the tattoo done in his own hand writing.
“what happened?” Draco frowned.
“Well this was sort of my dream lately. You like this... and me riding a....” There was a soft whopping sound as a rubber chicken hovered out of the forest and floated in front of them. “That. And I was... only in my boxers.” Harry looked down realizing he was wearing dark emerald green boxers. “But they were red.”
“Well green brings out your eyes better.” Draco commented.
“They must have turned green because we’re dating.” Harry shrugged.
“I dyed my hair and you wear my house’s color boxers?” Draco looked affronted, then stopped as Harry’s large hard on spilled out of his boxers’ fly. “Oh, that explains why I’d do all this. God damn Harry how long you been hiding an anaconda down your pant leg?”
“I’m not normally this big.” Harry marveled at the large member protruding from his crotch and then he remember his new life. He’d hit puberty with full force this year. Growing and growing, especially down there. With his new live life now attitude, he’d started wearing only his boxers, and then dating Draco he turned his boxers green, now he was a bit of an exhibitionist. He turned to Draco. “So how do you feel about sex on a rubber chicken?”
“Why not. Who’s going into who?” Draco blushed.
“I’ll fly first so you get to thrust this.” Harry stroked Draco’s cock lovingly. “Into my ass and plunder my last virginity.”
“About that... you said the other day you weren’t a virgin anymore?” Draco frowned.
“Oh.. plot bunny bit Dean on his cock.. and I happened to walk by in the shower...” Harry explained as they got on the rubber chicken and floated to the fourth floor where they proceeded to have the most debauched sex imaginable, scaring the first years for life and ruining the sixth years for sex for the rest of their lives. Only stopping to take lunch and supper, the rest of the time they were in the air having wild sex. When it looked like they’d have to stop because of the darkness Draco went inside, grabbed Dean Thomas, stripped him naked and cast a light charm before they went into a three way on the astronomy tower. In the end, Dean could barely walk for days and his balls were so drained he didn’t even get an erection again for a month. Draco came out of it realizing that Harry REALLY liked to suck on his cock and that he liked Harry’s cock up his ass, it was a damn good thing that Harry was double joined and able to bend like that. Of course the real fun came three weeks later when a package showed up at Privet Drive and Malfoy Manor at the same time. The respective owners opening it to find signed wizarding photos of Harry and Draco going at it in the air, waving and fucking for anyone to watch. And all it had taken for pour Collin to take the photos and send them was being included in one of their three ways. But that is another tale.
~ fin ~
• Category - Action
• Category - Literature - Fan Literature
• Critique - Encouraged
• Critique - Optional
• Filters - Adult imagery
• Filters - Nudity
• Series - H - Harry Potter
• Series - H - Harry Potter - Charlie Weasley
• Series - H - Harry Potter - Colin Creevey
• Series - H - Harry Potter - Dean Thomas
• Series - H - Harry Potter - Draco Malfoy
• Series - H - Harry Potter - Lucius Malfoy
• Series - H - Harry Potter - Neville Longbottom
• Series - H - Harry Potter - Ron Weasley
• Series - H - Harry Potter - Severus Snape
• Series - H - Harry Potter - Sirius Black
• Series - H - Harry Potter - Tom Riddle/Voldemort
• Series - Not Applicable/Other
• Series - Original
• Theme - Alternate Universe
• Theme - Body Modification
• Theme - Celebration
• Theme - Comfort
• Theme - Costumes/Regalia
• Theme - Death/Character Death
• Theme - Family
• Theme - Flexibility
• Theme - Friendship/Platonic
• Theme - Historical
• Theme - Humour
• Theme - Mature - Anal
• Theme - Mature - Erotic Nude
• Theme - Mature - Humiliation
• Theme - Mature - Master-Slave
• Theme - Mature - Masturbation
• Theme - Mature - Multiple Partners
• Theme - Mature - Oral
• Theme - Mature - Orgasm/Cumshot
• Theme - Mature - Slash
• Theme - Mature - Tasteful Nude
• Theme - Mature - Toys
• Theme - Mature - Yaoi/Hard core
• Theme - Mind Control
• Theme - Muscle
• Theme - Satire/Parody
• Theme - Spirituality/Religion
• Theme - Supernatural/Fantasy
• Theme - Voyeurism
• Time taken - 8-12 hours
• Time taken - Who knows?
• Tools - Literary Work
• Tools - Literary Work - Prose/Stories
Harry Potter and the Bunkeys
By Notsalony
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Notes: While cleaning out a section of my room I found a note book from nearly ten years ago, and it contained some story ideas that I never got off the ground. The being one of them, after re-reading it I decided that it needed just a little refreshing to be post worthy.
Would you believe that this story when first written was only about four pages in a note book, but now their... like the maximum number of pages I can have for Y gallery! -GRINS- That is amazing to me.
“Were the world mine” song from the movie Were the World Mine was playing in the background. Check out the FULL song on youtube here
And if you think this makes no sense... well.. then... enjoy anyways.
Pairings:
Draco/Harry, Harry/Dean, Ron/Charlie, Dean/Neville, Dean/Neville/Plant, Ron/Merlin, Ron/Arthur, Ron/Knights of the round table,
Merlin, Arthur, and the knights are all from the BBC’s “Merlin” series, and I don’t own it or the HP series, I only own the actions take part of here. -smiles-
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Harry woke slowly, his mind clinging to the last vestiges of sleep, he clawed his way to the surface from deep sleep. His mind didn’t want to release the strangle hold it had on his dream, it keep trying to draw him back in. Harry wasn’t entirely sure how he knew it was a dream. Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t often go ridding around on a rubber chicken in naught bu red silk boxers with Draco Malfoy ridding bitch behind him. His mind let him drift back into the dreamscape.
“Problems Harry?” Draco’s warm hands were on his chest, his nimble fingers tweaking Harry’s nipples.
“No.” Harry road the giant rubber chicken like a magical broom, ridding around the castle.
“Good.” Draco slid a hand down to cup Harry’s hip, pull himself closer to Harry. Harry blushed as he felt hard flesh push against his silk encased ass.
“Draco?” Harry swallowed hard.
“Yeah?” Draco nuzzled Harry’s crook of his neck.
“Are you wearing anything?” Harry bit his lip.
“Of course not silly. Neither are you.” Harry realized then his boxers were gone, and he was sitting naked atop the plastic chicken while Draco, equally as naked, slowly humped his firm ass.
“Oh... I...” Harry blushed, not sure what he was doing now.
“Shhh.” Draco leaned in and kissed the side of Harry’s neck. “Let me kiss it and make it all better.” Draco turned Harry around on the chicken as it hovered in mid air and went down on the raven haired youth. Harry had time to look down and realize that Draco had gold and crimson hair that shimmered in the light as his head bobbed up and down. But as his mouth moved faster Harry stopped carrying that Draco had funky hair or that this might be a dream. He was so close. So close release that he just didn’t care.
“You awake yet mate?” Ron opened Harry’s curtains to his bed, Harry sat up, hoping that Ron wouldn’t see his blush or sweat as he held the blanket to himself, hiding the morning wood and the fact that he’d just came hard in his sleep. Harry rubbed his eyes with his free hand and for one brief moment he thought Draco had followed him out of the dream, till he put his classes on and managed to wake up the rest of the way. “You okay?” Ron sat down on the bed and put his hand on Harry’s naked shoulder. Harry’d given up pajama tops in his fifth year. Now being sixteen he felt it more fitting to sleep bare chested, but as he sat there, post orgasm, he gave thought to being totally covered.
“Good as I’m going to get I guess.” Harry tried to sound normal, utterly failing but trying just the same. “What day is it?” Ron looked at him like he’d gone stark raving mad, but then again most days Ron looked at him like he was barking at lease once a day.
“Tuesday.” Ron said in a slow voice.
“You sure?” Harry frowned.
“All day.” Ron countered as he shrugged, he’d felt Harry’s damp shoulder and knew there was only two reasons Harry’d be sweating in bed. One he’d had a nightmare and he’d wet the bed, or two, he’d had another sex dream and came in his bottoms. Either way Ron was going to give him the tactical space to cover up and not have to talk about it. Getting up off the bed he stood back a bit. Seeing the way Harry held his legs and his blanket to him, it was a sex dream. “Yeah I’m sure it’s Tuesday.” He gave a soft smile.
“You know what that means...” Harry started.
‘That you’ll probably wig out the second you see who ever you were dreaming about?’ Ron thought but he finished Harry’s sentence with him. “Care of Magical Creatures.” Ron nodded as he went to get his wand. “Want me to wait for you in the common room?” Ron said over his shoulder.
“Yeah... shouldn’t be long.” Harry said in a tight voice. Ron nodded and walked away, hearing the cleaning spell that Harry muttered under his breath. ‘Yep, big orgasm from someone in his sex dream.’ Was Ron’s thought as he walked away, mean while Harry was left shuddering, using cleaning charms usually left you clean as a whistle, but using it on cum was different. It was too organic and too filled with DNA for the spell to properly clean it. Instead it cleaned the bulk of the jizz but it left the feel of it and a slight residue behind. But when used directly on a cock that’d just cum, it left the whole thing hyper sensitive.
Taking the bottoms off so he didn’t cum again, he threw them on the floor. He hated having the house elves clean up after he’d had a wet dream, but such was life here. He stood up naked and stretched, spying around his bed to make sure no one else was in there he looked down at his still bloated organ and sighed. So now he was having sex dreams about Draco Malfoy sucking on him. What next? Sex with on a hippogriff? He sighed and flicked his wand summoning his towel and heading down to the boy’s shower room. He wrapped the towel around himself and walked in to find Dean under the far shower.
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The water cascading down his dark flesh, his firm ass clenched, one arm holding him up as he braced himself against the wall. Harry stopped in his tracks as he realized what Dean’s other arm was doing. He watched as his friend masturbated in the showers, his own cock growing behind his towel again as he watched. Dean let out a moan as he blasted his cum against the titled wall of the bathroom showers. He leaned his forehead against the tile and continued to milk himself as he stood there leaning against the wall. Harry stepped in and started a shower head, knowing if he didn’t hurry up he’d make Ron wonder what happened to him. Dean jumped as he heard Harry start the shower.
“Enjoying a morning shower Dean?” Harry grinned.
“Yeah... just what I needed.” Dean bit his lip not sure how much Harry had seen but went back to soaping himself up, since his hand was down on his cock he made it look like he was just washing it. But the action brought a moan he tried to suppress out of his throat. Harry smiled and soaped up his chest.
“You can stop worrying Dean. Everyone does it.” Dean closed his eyes against the humiliation he was feeling just then. “Most of us just charm the curtains close and use a silencing charm.”
“You saw then.” Dean hung his head in shame.
“Yeah, and not bad. I can’t seem to do it standing up.” Harry shrugged. “I can tug and tug but never really... you know.” Harry blushed then.
“In here’s the best for me. Don’t really know why, but it feels... so good in here.” Dean looked down too, his cock hard again. “Damn it.” He sighed. “I was hoping it’d stay down this time.” He turned his back to the water spicket and Harry got his first look at Dean’s front. His shapely chest, his six pack abs, his muscular thighs, and the large black member sticking out from his crotch. Leaning his back against the tiles, and squirting a little soap on his cock, Dean began jerking off again in earnest. Harry’s cock responded by going fully hard while watching Dean stroke off. Feeling that this was now or never, Harry turned around, squirted some of his shampoo on his cock and joined Dean in flogging the one eyed snake. They’d been jerking off for a while when Dean looked at Harry, they’d both been sneaking looks at one another but this was more direct. “Can I do something with out you telling anyone?” Dean bit his lip.
“Sure.” Harry shrugged. It wasn’t like he planed on telling anyone about this anyways. But as Dean lubed two finger and put his hand around behind him, he realized what Dean was doing. He watched in dumb fascination as Dean finger fucked his tight brown ass and flogged his cock with his other hand. Dean worked three fingers into his ass and was bucking on them hot and heavy. His breathing changed and his hand on his needy prick speed up. Harry vaguely understood that putting things in one’s ass was supposed to feel good if you hit a certain spot. And they’d covered some in the sex ed courses in public school that anal sex was what turned some fokes on. Harry’d never really been one for labels, but as he watched Dean fingering his own ass and getting off on it, he figured Dean must like ass play. “Can I help?” Dean stopped and looked at Harry confused.
“Help?” Dean blinked.
“Yeah.” Harry moved quickly and was soon facing Dean’s crotch, his face level with Dean’s swollen member as he looked up at Dean. “I won’t tell if you don’t.” Harry smiled up at Dean. Dean blinked utterly dumbfounded by Harry’s actions as he watched his friend take his large black cock into his tight white mouth and suck while his hands snaked around behind Dean and began finger fucking him faster. Harry didn’t have any experience but that didn’t mater. What mattered here was the fact that Harry was young, and full of hormones, and he needed to get off, but mostly he needed to get Dean off. And it didn’t take long before Dean was emptying his swollen nuts into Harry’s more then willing mouth.
Both boys found release in the moment Dean came, Harry cuming as well, and they leaned back and panted as they both looked at each other. Harry noticed two small bite marks on Dean’s cock and kissed them causing the other boy to buck at the touch. Harry looked up confused.
“Sorry, just really sensitive. I was helping Hagrid unload some stuff this morning and.. one of the critters in the smaller cages bit me hard down there. Hagrid told me I didn’t have to show up to class today, and just go to the nurse. She took a look at it and how swollen I’d gotten told me to take a shower.” Dean blushed. “Then you came in.” He shrugged. “It looks like it’s finally going down.” He added.
“It just needing someone to help you.” Harry gave Dean’s cock a gentle kiss and got up. “I’ve got to get dressed and go, Ron and Hermione are probably waiting for me.” Harry smiled and waved as he walked a way, leaving his towel behind, his semi hard cock flopping back and forth as he walked away.
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Harry stood there in the hall for a moment before going on into the dorms and getting dressed. He rushed down and told Ron a story about the showers being slow this morning. Ron just grinned and Hermione rolled her eyes as they all headed downstairs to breakfast. Harry didn’t put much memory into breakfast because he was trying hard not to think of the fact that he’d just sucked Dean’s cock. Thankfully Dean has went to have a lie down instead of going down to breakfast. Neither boy was ready to face the other just yet. Harry really wanted to see what kind of creatures Dean had helped unload today that had left a bite light that.
Harry hadn’t told anyone yet, but three months of living in relative seclusion with nothing going on had caused him to hunger for excitement in ways he wasn’t sure were a hundred percent healthy. But as he ate and thought about what Hagrid had for them today, he hoped it would be something big and monster like. He could use something deadly to take his mind off the taste of Dean’s cum that lingered on his tongue. Gods what was happening to him. First sex dreams about Draco of all people. Harry instinctively looked up and over to the Slytherin table, where Draco was holding court as usual. And now he’d sucked Dean off in the showers. What was happening to him?
Sighing to himself he decided not to focus on it and to try to live up to his motto. Ever since he spent most of the summer thinking about Sirius’ dead Harry had come to one conclusion. That he needed to live life in the moment. Live in the now, not the past and not the future. So with that thought in mind he headed down to Hagrid’s with Ron and Hermione. H e was expecting to see something akin to the blast ended skrewts, so he was moderatly confused to see several large blue monkeys with tiny blue wings floating in cages along side and an equal amount of pink bunnies who were vanishing and reappearing at will. The tiny pick wings on the bunnies fluttered on their backs as they jabbed with their small red sparkly horns at the cage bars from time to time.
“W-what are those?” Neville asked from somewhere behind Harry. Neville had shot up a lot since last year, as tall as Ron had been. But the most striking feature was that due to the fight with the Death Eaters last year Neville had gotten cosmetic magic done to his face. Gone were the too large teeth and the misshapen head. His face was clear and handsome, and he was really growing into his body. Harry wondered when he’d joined their group but he realized slowly that Neville had been with them since before breakfast. As he spoke Harry also realized that Neville’s voice had finally started to change, it had to have dropped an octave or two over the summer.
“Not sure.” Ron sounded off next to Neville somewhere, and as he stood up straight Harry realized that Ron had grown again this summer. His body had become more physically developed due to his year on the Quidditch team last year, but as he grew it made him look even more lean. He was staying on the team again this year, and Harry mentally thanked the gods for that and the showers afterwards. Knowing he’d be seeing more of Ron’s bare body. But over all, in Harry’s opinion, the workouts had done nothing but good things for Ron’s body.
“I think they’re plot animals.” Hermione’s voice came from Harry’s right side. Harry blushed as he realized he had blocked the path to Hagrid’s hut this long. Moving to the side he noticed that Hermione and Neville were holding hands.
“Mione? What are plot animals?” Harry turned to Hermione, ignoring the fact that they were holding hands.
“They’re animals that effect the out come of stories, lives, and journeys. You can use them to change the out come of events. Past, present, or future. They’re powerful creatures.” She paused thoughtfully. “But why are we studying both plot monkey’s and plot bunnies?” She frowned. “Their dangerous when their alone, but together their effects would become more pronounced. People would begin to act out arbitrary events with no real reason why their doing it.”
“What’s the difference between them?” Neville asked as he put his hand on her shoulder in a loving manor. Harry vaguely remembered Hermione telling him about her having found a boyfriend over the summer. He’d thought it was someone else but the way Neville was holding himself and Hermione, it was clear they’d been dating since before their return to Hogwarts this year.
“A plot monkey controls the over all journey, the setting, mood, the whole thing. While the plot bunny simply controls the concept or theme. Didn’t you know that Granger?” Draco’s snide drawl came from behind them causing them all to turn. “Though the bite from a plot bunny can cause strange events to occur. I’d stay away from their mouths if I were you Potter, you’re luck you’d end up being a sex magnet in this school. Weasley should put his finger in there. Maybe he’ll turn to gold and his family can cut him up and sell him off by the pound and finally afford all those children.” He snorted.
“What the hell are you even doing here Malfoy?” Ron’s voice beat Harry’s. Harry had been too busy realizing that he might have blown Dean simply because one of these pink rabbits had bitten his crotch. Blushing horribly and hoping no one noticed he tried to fade into the background.
“I believe in finishing what I started. I had to take this class in the beginning but the lousy half giant of a teacher is good at providing deadly and dangerous creatures that help with my potions and poisons knowledge. So here I am. The question Weasley is why Potter started blushing when I mentioned sex? Are you a virgin Potter?”
“It’s none of your business.” Ron shouted as Hermione said, “Well of course he is.”, while at the same time Harry said. “Well not now.” Only half under his breathe the rest of them all heard it and stopped and turned to look at him.
“What?” Hermione looked shocked.
“Not what, WHO Granger. Who is more important.” Draco turned to Harry.
“Yeah, what he said.” Ron shook his head and nodded with Draco.
“None of your business who I slept with or what I did.” Harry blushed as he turned, they started to comment on what he had to have done but he cut them off. “Hey, look, Hagrid left a note.” He hoped he could draw attention away from his sex life, or magical augmentations of said sex life.
“Dear class, please begin your assignments, I’ve been called away. You’re to try to breed the plot monkeys to the plot bunnies creating a rare creature known as a bunkey. The bunkey has powers from both parent and can cause radical changes in your life. Enjoy.” Hermione frowned. “How do you get bunnies and monkeys to mate?”
“Okay, Draco, since you know so much about plot bunnies and plot monkeys how do we mate them?” Harry asked.
“I... you just called me by my first name.” Draco frowned.
“I’m tired, I’ve had a long morning and now I have to get two unlike species to mate. Just tell me what I need to know please?” Harry sighed. Everyone stopped and looked closely at him. He did look more tired the normal and he had not wanted to talk about the sex. They all thought various things, none of them even remotely close to the truth.
“Well... first you pick what kind of general over all mood you want. For example this one.” Draco walked up to a dark blue plot monkey. “He’s labeled for distant future. Pair him with the right plot bunny and you could end up with a future were everything turns out alright for you and all your children and their children for generations. Pair him with the wrong one and you would end up making Weasley look rich.” Harry put his hand over Ron’s mouth before he could speak.
“And that one?” Harry pointed.
“He’s good if you want to effect the past. He’ll change anything.”
“How do you mean?” Harry frowned. “You can’t change the past.”
“Okay, say you bred this one with a plot bunny that had a thing about socks.” Draco looked at Harry. “Then a day that happened in the past where socks were important wouldn’t have happened. Like when you tricked father into freeing Dobby. That never would have happened, and then he wasn’t free to help you ever again.”
“Which one has a thing for socks.” Harry started looking at plot bunnies.
“Hey, you freed him, no gives backsies.” Draco put his hands up.
“He can’t...” Hermione stopped in mid sentence as both Harry and Draco said as one that he was.
“Any way, this one is good for current events.” He pointed to a pale blue monkey. “And then this one is good for near future events. This one’s good for tangent ideas.” Harry blinked at him. “What if you’re eyes were brown instead of green like your mothers?” Harry nodded. “That sort of thing. This one.... this one is a random wild card...” He pointed to a nearly purple monkey. “And then we have a pwp monkey.” Draco stepped back as the monkey tried to grab him. “Their dangerous... they don’t rely on plot lines, they just make things up as they go along.”
“So... anything can happen... like the dead never died... or...” Harry went red.
“Or you could be a set of twins. It’s totally beyond control. The Dark Lord tried to win the war by breeding a pwp plot monkey with promising plot bunny that had the power to people’s minds. He wanted to create the power to mind control the masses into just following him. Instead he gave the Death Eaters a taste for musical theater and gave Snape an Opera background.” Draco shuttered.
“Snape used to sing Opera....” Harry frowned.
“Yep. He also used to be about two hundred pounds heavier thanks to the Dark Lord’s messing about. The moral of the story, don’t. Just DON’T.” Draco shook his head. “So who gets what?” Draco looked around them.
“Well I think I’ll put the near future one together with this one.” Hermione picked up a pretty lilac hued bunny that had purple eyes. They noticed that as they got closer to the plot bunnies they were different colors, they simply looked pink from a distance.
“Okay.” Harry walked up and collected the current events monkey and a brown looking plot bunny.
“I suppose I’ll pick this one.” Ron picked up the past monkey and a green plot bunny.
“And I’ll take the distant future with this one.” Neville picked up a gold colored plot bunny.
“That... well crap.” Draco picked up the pwp and a black bunny. “So to mating.” He put the cages together and they fused into one cage. Hours later of sitting their watching them sit back and look at one another, like every else’s pairing, Draco screamed his frustration, grabbed his wand drew a green flaming heart in the air and yelled out. “Procreao Induco!” The green heart fell around the monkey and bunny and created a cloud that happily obscured any chance of seeing what may or may not have happened in the cage. The others were shocked so they started using the spell but Harry kept watching Draco, much to Draco’s embarrassment. Because Harry noticed how the spell caused Draco’s pants to tent out slightly. He went and did the same spell on his own bunny, letting Draco see him start to get hard from the after effect. A couple hours later the smoke cleared, the monkey was curled up in a ball shuddering and the bunny was sitting on its side smoking a cigarette. No one questioned how, why, or when, but they just thought it was really odd. They were about to ask what to do next when Draco’s bunny started talking.
“oh shit... oh shit... oh shit... OH FUCKING HELL NO SHIT FUCK!” It screamed as it popped out of being like it apperated leaving a pink egg with black hearts stamped all over the shell. Draco sat there blinking and when the other bunny’s repeated the process and left eggs in their places. Harry ended up with a pure neutral grey egg, Ron ended up with an orange and blue speckled egg, while Hermione ended up with a bright red egg with a single blue splotch on one side. Everyone turned to Neville’s cage where the egg was green with gold spirals all over it. They shrugged and retrieved the nests that Hagrid had left for them, placing their eggs in them they headed back to the castle.
“Shame we wont be back till Thursday.” Neville sighed.
“You know I’m curious what mind will do... but I’m also scared to have it hatch.” Draco looked down at the ground.
“Well who knows maybe it’ll make you gay and we’ll get along better.” Harry said off handedly.
“I... what?” Draco ran to ketch up.
“Uh... nothing.” Draco could have sworn Harry was blushing when he took off at a dead sprint.
“Did the rest of you...?” Draco turned and they all nodded. “Okay, what is up with him?”
“Dunno he’s having a lot of sex dreams... and it’s setting him on edge.” Ron shrugged. “When he’s not having sex dreams...”
“He’s having nightmares.” Neville finished. “We take turns putting up wards to lessen the screams so the others can sleep.
“Okay why would he... oh gods.” Draco stood stock-still.
“What?” Ron turned, ready for almost anything Draco could say.
“Harry just came out to me... of all people... I... why...” Draco’s mind shut down.
“It’s okay Draco. You’ll handle it. I figured it out a while ago.” Hermione hugged him. “It could be worse. At least he doesn’t have a crush on Voldemort.” She shrugged, took Neville’s hand and walked away.
“What was that about?” Ron ran to ketch up with them, looking back and noticing that Draco was standing in one place, stock still, and his eye twitching.
“Oh, Harry’s having sex dreams about Draco and Harry’s gay.” Hermione shrugged as they continued on into the castle.
***
Harry was sitting alone in the courtyard when they walked by. Ron started to go to him but Hermione shook her head. She walked over and hugged Harry carefully. He turned into the hug and started crying heavily. She held him and waved the other two boys off. She was still holding a sobbing Harry when Draco came by on his way back to the castle. He stopped and looked at Hermione who gave him a soft smile. He started to walk past but she tapped Harry on the shoulder and he looked back over his shoulder, letting Draco see his red eyes from where he’d been crying. Other people had come and gone by now but nearly all stayed away. It was Hermione who turned some away when they tried to talk to Harry. Draco met Harry’s pained gaze and walked towards them. He put a hand on Harry’s shoulder.
“I don’t want you thinking I’m rejecting you.” Draco leaned in close. “I just don’t know how I feel is all. I mean you’re handsome. And I can see myself with you.” Draco had the grace to blush. “But.. I’m not sure how I feel over all. I’ll tell you before class on Thursday so it’s not the bunkey effecting my answer.” He kissed Harry’s temple. “That way no mater what happens you know the truth.” He smiled softly and held Harry’s hand till he moved back and headed to his next class.
“Well that’s something.” Harry said as he wiped his eyes.
“Harry...” Hermione held him to her. She wished she could make this right, but knowing that there was little she could do to help.
***
Tuesday and Wednesday passed ever so slowly for the five of them waiting for their double Care of Magical Creature’s class on Thursday morning. Soon enough they were all on their way down the steps and found Draco standing on the path. He’d been missing meals lately and ducking out of classes and being abnormally silent when it came to the Gryffindors. No one could figure him out lately as they walked near him he fell into sink with Harry and company walking down to Hagrid’s hut. They were shocked to find another note, this one telling them that Hagrid had to go see to something that was life or death and that he’d not had time for a sub again. So he’d left their eggs in a state of slowed hatching so that once they went into the shed he’d built for their eggs, the eggs would start hatching.
“Did you decide?” Harry bit his lip while he held his arm and looked horribly younger then he really was.
“Yes.” Draco moved him over a bit and sat down on a pumpkin. “I think we should take things slow. Try being friends first, and then move on into the rest. I think we have something that’s wroth taking the time.” Draco smiled. “Yes I’ll date you. Yes I want to date you.” Draco pulled Harry into hug him. “Now I want you to know that no mater what our bunkeys do to our lives.” Draco tilted Harry’s head and leaned him onto his own neck. “Shall we go see what insanity we have to face?” Draco gave a smile.
“Sure.” Harry walked with Draco back to where Hermione had brought the nests out. She was watching her egg twitching and starting to break. The instant the shell broke a small bunny eared monkey looked at her, it had blue wings and was utterly crimson red. It raised it’s little hands at her and suddenly she looked misty eyed. She was seeing a future that would unfold over the next few years.
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Hermione was twenty-eight years old, wearing a robe of pure red sitting atop a throne. Hundreds of thousands of witches and wizards were gathered around as she explained her plan. She would be running the world in a mater of hours. Her children had infiltrated the highest orders of all world governments and were poised to hand over complete control over everything to her. She smiled as her youngest son came up and held his hands to be picked up. She picked him up and held him to her as she turned and looked at the side of her throne.
“Honey, I think we’ll need to breed more children.” She smiled as she looked down at Ron’s naked flesh. His cock and balls bound in tight leather restraints and under curses to stay hard and at the ready. He bowed his head for her, signifying that he understood. “My plan was perfect. My brains and beauty, your family’s fertility, it’s a perfect combination. Add in the ginger hair... and no one say it coming.” She laughed. “An army of ‘tainted blood’ geniuses. Stellar at magic, and visually appealing with my instructions to wed, bed, or black mail their way to the top. Now my plan is moments from success.” She smiled. “And it’s all because of your needy prick. I’m glad I enslaved you and your brothers to breed with. It made the perfect unassuming army.”
“yes mistress.” Ron hung his head. His body honed from years of working out and lifting weights but his chains designed to make him her willing slave.
“Now, I think you and Charlie should be making out now.” She snapped her fingers and Charlie came out from under a wizard’s ropes, his mouth dripping with the man’s seed. “You need to put your mouth to your brother’s cock.” She smirked
“Yes mistress.” Charlie hobbled over to his brother, equally as nude, his cock equally as engorged and swollen with need. He bent down and swallowed Ron’s cock to the root.
“I do so love obedient men.” She smiled.
(,,=^-.-^=,,)
Hermione blinked back into the present, her eyes glazed over. She turned and walked away from the group and stood in front of Neville for a moment. “I’m sorry Neville.” She sighed. “You’re lovely and easy on the eyes. Intelligent, and everything I’m looking for in a man. But if I sleep with you the children will all be too good looking. They’d get noticed. If I’m going to rule the world I need children with my brains, my beauty, and a fatal flaw that will keep them over looked. They must be ginger.” She walked away from him and pointed her wand at Ron. “Get naked Ronald. You’re wildest and darkest dreams have come true. And you’ll be feeling like several new men by the time I’m done and our children are born.” She smirked, spelling off his pants and putting a cock ring and ball harness on him, instantly erecting his cock.
“Okay... that was unexpected.” Neville watched as Hermione dictated their relationship between herself and Ron. Mean while he got in close to his own bunkey egg as it hatched. Out of the egg came a gold version of Hermione’s bunkey, but he had green runes all over himself. He touched Neville’s face and instantly he was somewhere else.
(,,=^-.-^=,,)
Neville was wearing transparent fabric that showed off his body, with a small green cock looking symbol over his left nipple. Looking confused he looked around him and realized he was in a nursery full of odd plants. The nearest one looked like a common dirigible plum plant, but instead of plums, it had floating green penis shaped fruit growing from it. Neville watched one of the fruit matured, growing into a very realistic looking green penis. He was examining it when the door opened behind him.
“Haven’t you fertilized the new crop yet?” Dean Thomas was standing there, years older then Neville, and he unzipped Neville’s out fit exposing his bare flesh to the open air. Turning him around he pushed Neville so that his cock was sticking into a slot in the side of the nursery wall. He then unzipped the out fit up Neville’s ass till it was in it’s rest spot just above hie ass. “I have to do everything around here.” Dean sighed as he lubed up his cock and shoved into Neville.
“What the hell...” Neville started to complain as he was pushed against the glass like wall and fucked hard by his would be friend. He was confused as he suddenly felt something on his cock. The vines of what ever plant was in this container wrapped around his cock and began to milk him. He blushed as they wrapped around his balls and began pulling on them, pulling his cock down till it lined up with a flower bloom. Once the vines has Neville’s cock lined up the bloom swirled around his cock head and began sucking on his cock. Caught between the joys of Dean’s cock hitting the multiple prostates he knew he didn’t have an hour ago, and the plant sucking his cock.
He erupted his larger balls into the plant and started to relax, till he felt Dean picking up pace. The plant shot a sticky fluid up his cock, and next came a small tongue like vine that went down his cock and began stimulating him from inside. Neville had never felt anything so intense in his life. He started sobbing as the sexual energy in these two, Dean and the plant, knew no bounds. He was cumming again long before Dean showed any signs of stopping. It wasn’t until his eight orgasm that the plant let go of Neville’s spent but still swollen prick. Dean came hard in his ass and slapped it hard.
“There we go.” He pushed a button and a robotic arm came down and grasped a swollen tube on the plant. Dean pushed another button and the tube was cut off and brought up to a slot which Dean pulled it out of. He threw the tube onto the ground and watched as it grew into a complete clone of Neville, utterly naked, only slightly green colored.
“Plant Clone Neville reporting for duty.” The clone saluted Dean.
“Good. Only seven more of you to get out of this thing. We’re going to have to give this one more enchantments and enhancements.” He sighed as he stroked Neville’s swollen balls. “Eight of you at a time and having to wait hours for him to rebuild his sperm levels just isn’t reasonable on this war effort.” Hs sighed heavily as he zipped Neville’s transparent cloths shut. “At any rate I’ll be back with the next round of drugs to try in an hour. With luck you’ll be able to go for days having sex and I’ll have to call in others to take my place.” He smirked. “A non stop army to combat the hordes we face in this war.”
“Who are we at war with?” Neville had the sense to ask.
“Cavities.” Dean said before leading the eight clones out of the room and closing it behind him. “See you in an hour.” He said through the door.
“But... how... why would you need clones to fight cavities?” Neville blinked, utterly confused.
“Hey, don’t knock it. You get all the sex you can handle you little nympho.” One of the Clones said before they walked away.
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“Where’d Neville go?” Harry asked as Neville vanished.
“Dunno, but his pants are full of cum, so I’m guessing he enjoyed himself.” He shrugged.
“Ron, your turn.” Harry pointed as Ron’s egg began to heave itself up and down in the nest trying to break free. Ron watched as it broke out and his was a pure white copy of Hermione and Neville’s bunkey, only his had a green tail and blue eyes. It retch up for him and he felt the world turn side ways around him.
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“Right now, the virgin sacrifice is all prepared.” Ron turned around to find a short dark haired man testing his bounds. Ron realized then he was tied face down, naked except for Hermione’s cock harness to a stone at stone hinge.
“Now Merlin, you’re sure this will cure my father?” Arthur looked concerned.
“Oh yeah sure, Guiasus says this is how they used to cure this disease all the time. Take a horny teenaged red headed wizard, tie him down to the standing stones, and fuck his arse till he speaks gibberish. Works all the time.” Merlin grinned as he smacked Ron on his up turned well-muscled ass.
“So show us what we need to do Merlin.” Arthur smirked.
“Me?” Merlin blushed slightly.
“Well you’re plan you go first.” Arthur pushed him at Ron’s ass.
“Okay then.” Merlin undid his trousers, fished out his cock and fisted it till he was good and hard. “No need to worry about lube, Red Heads are naturally lubricated for this.” He shoved his whole cock into Ron’s suddenly lubricated and loosened hole. Ron moaned as the solid member of the most powerful wizard before Dumbledore’s time ravaged his ass. His body falling into the rhythm of the fuck he was being given, pulling at its bounds as he rode Merlin’s cock. Ron was starting to chafe from his ropes when Merlin groaned loudly and emptied himself into Ron’s warm hole. “Like that.” He panted as he pulled off.
“Okay then.” Arthur fished out his own swollen member and entered Ron hard and fast, fucking the lad like he was a fucking post. Not caring that he might be hurting the boy he bedded, only caring that this union of flesh may save his father’s health. There was no love loss in Arthur’s fucking style but as he emptied himself he stepped back and called the next Knight up to fuck Ron. “I’ll send the call out now. All males who are able are to enter that lad’s arse. Once we get every male in the kingdom to bed him, then we’ll start all over again, and again until my father is better.” Arthur panted as he cleaned himself up.
‘shit’ Ron thought to himself.
(,,=^-.-^=,,)
“What the fuck?” Harry jumped as Ron’s cloths vanished and his ass began to leak cum by the gallon, and his wrists showed rope burn.
“What happened?” Draco looked concerned.
“Fucked by the whole kingdom of Camelot... for months...” Ron fell over, a book entitled ‘the reason red headed wizard boys should be pants less’ came into being next to him.
“Okay... if I vanish... I love you.” Draco kissed Harry as his pick and black egg hatched. His bunkey looked like a little winged monkey with bunny ears and a long monkey tail. He was pure black except for his pink wings.
(,,=^-.-^=,,)
He waves his arms in the air and Draco looked around and realized nothing had changed. He shrugged and sat down next to Harry, feeling the warmth on the sun on his bare skin. Draco wondered why he didn’t remember it being this warm on his body before. As he looked down at his purely naked body, his hard swollen cock, and the Slytherin colored ball stretcher he was wearing all the way down to his socks and trainers. He felt normal but couldn’t place what was wrong.
“So your bunkey made Slytherins nudists?” Harry frowned. “Odd. What’s the point there?”
“Mine has no point. Apparently all Slytherins everywhere are nudists.” Draco shrugged, remembering dinner parties held in the nude by his parents. Nude parties with Death Eater families. Nude Death Eater meetings held in front of a nude Voldemort. Draco shuddered. “Somethings shouldn’t be remembered.” He looked down at his socks.
“Voldemort?”
“Voldemort.” He closed his eyes.
“Gods.. I have the memory too now.” Harry shuddered. “He made Quarrel walk around naked when he was in the room with the mirror... and then in the chamber... naked at sixteen... and then... last year in the ministry... full frontal Tom Riddle...” Harry leaned in close and hugged Draco. “Gods, that’s nasty. Some people should wear clothing.” Harry looked at his egg as it bulged. “Oh dear gods what will this one do?” Harry watched as his egg burst open to reveal a perfectly snow white bunkey with soft grey eyes. As he raised his hands Harry felt a gust of wind on his body.
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“Harry why are by pubes dyed gold with a crimson lion dyed in them?” Draco looked down at his crotch.
“Forget that Draco... why is your hair gold and crimson colored?” Hermione frowned.
“I... what?” Draco conjured a mirror. “Holy Hubert’s Horse Headed Hobgoblins.” Draco felt his hair and watched his reflection.
“I’m more interested in this tattoo.” Harry said as he ran his hands over it on Draco’s ass cheek. “Property of Harry J. Potter, Gryffindor.” He grinned as he looked at the tattoo done in his own hand writing.
“what happened?” Draco frowned.
“Well this was sort of my dream lately. You like this... and me riding a....” There was a soft whopping sound as a rubber chicken hovered out of the forest and floated in front of them. “That. And I was... only in my boxers.” Harry looked down realizing he was wearing dark emerald green boxers. “But they were red.”
“Well green brings out your eyes better.” Draco commented.
“They must have turned green because we’re dating.” Harry shrugged.
“I dyed my hair and you wear my house’s color boxers?” Draco looked affronted, then stopped as Harry’s large hard on spilled out of his boxers’ fly. “Oh, that explains why I’d do all this. God damn Harry how long you been hiding an anaconda down your pant leg?”
“I’m not normally this big.” Harry marveled at the large member protruding from his crotch and then he remember his new life. He’d hit puberty with full force this year. Growing and growing, especially down there. With his new live life now attitude, he’d started wearing only his boxers, and then dating Draco he turned his boxers green, now he was a bit of an exhibitionist. He turned to Draco. “So how do you feel about sex on a rubber chicken?”
“Why not. Who’s going into who?” Draco blushed.
“I’ll fly first so you get to thrust this.” Harry stroked Draco’s cock lovingly. “Into my ass and plunder my last virginity.”
“About that... you said the other day you weren’t a virgin anymore?” Draco frowned.
“Oh.. plot bunny bit Dean on his cock.. and I happened to walk by in the shower...” Harry explained as they got on the rubber chicken and floated to the fourth floor where they proceeded to have the most debauched sex imaginable, scaring the first years for life and ruining the sixth years for sex for the rest of their lives. Only stopping to take lunch and supper, the rest of the time they were in the air having wild sex. When it looked like they’d have to stop because of the darkness Draco went inside, grabbed Dean Thomas, stripped him naked and cast a light charm before they went into a three way on the astronomy tower. In the end, Dean could barely walk for days and his balls were so drained he didn’t even get an erection again for a month. Draco came out of it realizing that Harry REALLY liked to suck on his cock and that he liked Harry’s cock up his ass, it was a damn good thing that Harry was double joined and able to bend like that. Of course the real fun came three weeks later when a package showed up at Privet Drive and Malfoy Manor at the same time. The respective owners opening it to find signed wizarding photos of Harry and Draco going at it in the air, waving and fucking for anyone to watch. And all it had taken for pour Collin to take the photos and send them was being included in one of their three ways. But that is another tale.
~ fin ~