AN: This was inspired in part by Fantasia, in part by Danse Bacchanale, by Saint-Saens, in part by tentacle anime porn, and in part by a series of erotic artworks by Maeve, which have disturbed me ever since I viewed them a few weeks earlier.

Hermione's mind blew into a million pieces of color, each one a large penis penetrating her from all sides. Each penis was differently colored, but each so huge as well. She could scarcely believe what she was seeing; it was a forest of penises! A forest with moist tender sap boiling out of its bark, a brilliant, multi-colored, and interracial forest. The animals that pranced in the woods were each well endowed, and the birds pelted Hermione with a different white substance than the usual. Hermione paused to look around. She started chasing the animals around, leaping after their pulsing cocks like Paris Hilton. Finally, after catching a deer, she inserted its 10 inch radius cock into every orifice of her body, resulting in organisms.

"Ohhh, OHHH, OHHH yes!! GIVE IT to me Bambi!!" She spazzed on the forest floor of pubic hair, moaning wisely. Her arms flailed around her, brushing the millions of tiny penises on the forest floor. Even the flowers had penises.

The deer withdrew his cock at full force. "Jajajajajaja!!! I am not Bambi!! I am Juppiter!!!!" Then the deer snapped his fingers and disappeared.

Hermione chided herself for talking during the sexs. She knew that to talk during sex was cursed.

She lay on the forest floor, exhausted.

"Is this heaven?" she wondered aloud.

Against her naked back she felt the squirming of millions of miniscule penises, and she felt that she had received her answer. One by one, each ejaculated their miracle-gro onto her, fertilizing with spores on her back. These were able to grow their penises quickly due to the proximity of female pheromones, and then repeated the process. Thus, after a few minutes of musing, Hermione found herself ensnared by a mesh of penises.

"OH NO!! HELP ME! EJACULATE ME NOW!!" Her hands tore angrily at the layers that began to build up, completely obscuring her breasts and genitalia, and binding her hands to the forest floor. Her cries for help continued, as a number of the small penises began to organize themselves into one, huge, black sperm-gun. It grew, and grew until it reached a colossal size, undocumented throughout the history of mankind. The small penises that formed it began to coalesce into larger and larger units, until it finally formed a gargantuan thing of black ivory.

The thing stood before a shocked Hermione. It was an object of magnificent power, pulsing with the juice of life, and perfectly sculpted. It stood, massive, erect, and black. Its smooth skin was unadulterated by any welts or pre-cum, rather shining like the morning sun, and with the soft feel of a baby's behind. It was a scary thing as well, fearsome, brutal, and proud, like a native American chieftain. But this was beyond any totem pole the Native Americans could produce.

Hermione at once desired it and feared it. Never one to back down from a challenge, however, she beckoned it with the seductive open-mouth, lolling-tongue technique that she had learned when making the film One Night In Hogwarts. She regretted it at once.

The massive length of the ivory rod plunged into the depths of Hermione's cunt, bursting the skin, and rupturing the fallopian tubes. Eggs came tumbling out of Hermione's sweat and blood soaked pussy, and were instantly doused in a wad of semen. The pain was too much to bear. She fainted.