Crabbe had always harbored an animalistic lust for his cohort Goyle. Goyle was tall, pale and beefy, plus he was very selective in choosing his words. Oh, yes. He was the perfect
boy toy.
Goyle was tall, pale and beefy. He was trisexual, as he was attracted to both boys, ghosts, and those snails that can change genders. He had once had an affair with Almost
Decapitated Dick, the Slathering House ghost, and after Dick dumped Goyle he was devastated. He was on the rebound and looking for love. Goyle bought a copy of the Daily
Poppet, part of his morning ritual. He laid the crisp, fresh bundle on the floor of the bathroom and saturated it with his uriney fluids. He knew that Crabbe was attracted to the color
yellow, and he knew that Crabbe would flip immediately to the personals, where Goyle had cleverly placed an ad for a romantically available broom closet cleaner for his dorm.
Crabbe found a piss-saturated copy of the Daily Poppet, the magical newspaper, on the floor of the bathroom. He picked it up, dried it off with his shirt, and proceeded to read the
personal ads. Alas, the text was so blurred by piss that it was illegible. He sighed and wished that the paper wasn't so pissed on. Little did he know that the object of his affections
was watching him as he sighed and jerked off in the corner crying…
"Damnit!" Goyle accidentally exclaimed aloud. Crabbe looked up, noticed the beefy and hulking figure of his love huddled in a corner with binoculars. He peeled his nude body up
off the tiled floor, sticky with stale jizz, and looked menacingly at Goyle. He slowly considered his situation and how this would look to an outsider, and decided to take advantage
of his predicament. Unfortunately for Crabbe, his mind was very slow and it took him 12 minutes to decide this. By then Goyle was already nekked, sticky and occupied with
conjuring a rubber fist with his wand.
Neither was sure when it happened, but they clashed somehow and broke every bone in Crabbe's body. His limp and unwilling figure was dragged into a cabinet and repeatedly
bum raped with the almost rubber severed hand Goyle had obtained after getting frustrated with his magic tricks. Crabbe couldn't achieve an erection due to his rare and serious
illness obtained in the dense, moist jungle-wetlands-barren wasteland-desert-undersea wonderland of Amerifricapan. Crabbe tried to cry but couldn't which made him even more
sad. Goyle, however, was already pounding Crabbe into oblivion. It would have been horror if not for the fact that Goyle's penis was a comical 2.8 inches in length.
For the first time that night, Crabbe's vaginal walls clenched. The suffocating pressure of the clench was so severe that Goyle's penis exploded. Everyone knows, however, that
penises grow back within minutes of removal, and he sprung back without hesitation. He tunneled into Crabbe's now dead corpse with his penis and accidentally triggered the
switch that made the secret compartment of ancient rubies spill into the chute leading out of Crabbe's left nipple. His corpse became impregnated with a baby which was killed upon re-entry of Goyle's now 15.5 inch meat rocket.
Goyle finished up after a few days, dried off, and showered up. Crabbe was still dead, and his miscarried baby slid into a pool of slime on the linoleum.
The End