A Night In Detention:
Harry sat feverishly at his desk; ink pot untouched, and parchment undisturbed. He had been recently assigned detention for the next few nights with some fellow classmates. He was wracked with nerves. His best friend, Ronald Weasely sat beside him.
"We've really got in it now, Harry." Ron whispered in his cowardly, squeaky voice.
"Shut up, just shut up for once in your life, Ron."
Harry angrily answered. It was understandable. He was furious. Malfoy had just called Hermione Granger, their lesser friend, a mudblood. Which she was. Harry wasn't prejudiced or anything, but he knew the definition of mudblood.
"You can't argue semantics." Harry thought as he nodded to himself.
He couldn't believe Ron had punched Malfoy for saying such a thing. It was rude, but no need to be violent. Harry believed that simply reporting him through the proper channels would have sufficed. Unfortunately Snape, the big-nosed douche of the dark arts caught them in the act. Naturally Harry was in trouble as well. The two boys waited in the front row, staring ahead while anticipating the horrible tasks that would soon be placed upon them. Harry snapped up into a straight, rigid posture once he heard a a voice break the silence.
"You three again?! Well, I shouldn't be surprised. Once a troublemaker always a troublemaker." It was Professor McGonagall. She smiled at the boys in front.
"Now then, you two." She looked sternly at Harry and Ron. "You have once ventured in the forbidden forest for detention, but now you must visit yet another...forest..."
Ron and Harry looked at each other in confusion.
"A forest? Professor?" Ron asked. McGonagall looked at him and gave a tender, country smile.
"Yes Mr. Weasely, a forest."
She unclasped the fifteen clasps alongside the left side of her wizarding robe, turned a key into the old rusted lock, and allowed the chains to collapse abruptly to the floor. Harry and Ron looked at each other in awe like they had just seen the Quidditch World Cup for the first time again. As they turned their heads to look back at her, she was already laying sideways on a dirty, floating, magic futon. Her flab and loose skin sunk down to flat surface of the bed. It was like 70 degrees, and she had just gone through wizard woman menopause, so she was very warm. The beads of sweat that covered her body glistened in the pale moonlit ceiling because Hogwarts has starry night skies and shit on the ceiling. She looked expectantly at the two boys, breathing heavily at the great strain it took to make that much movement because of her age.
"Well?" She looked impatiently at them. "Stand up. It's time for some herbology"
Referring to that wicked, wild, and untamed bush she was rocking down there. Ron and Harry shot up out of their desks. Both looking at each other confused.
"Wands out." She shouted.
The two of them whipped out their wands. Ron held an impressive 38.1 CM Willow; 50 CM in girth. Harry's 12 CM Holly paled in comparison.
"Oh my fuck." McGonagall exclaimed in awe at Ron's massive magic maker. "These old halls may not suffice."
Ron grinned at this compliment. Harry would have to try harder to make up for his short comings. Within seconds McGonagall was on the floor with her knees making a very loud cracking sound as they made contact with the floor. The boys shivered in discomfort, but light arousal. She gripped both wands in each hand and began gyrating side to side. Like a pendulum she moved her body left and right in tandem with her hands. She swayed back and forth like a tree in an indecisive hurricane. The boys began to squirm in pleasure.
"Now don't cream yet boys! I'm afraid, I haven't prepared endurance potions, but I do have figgly root for increased stamina!"
However Ron could not contain himself. He shot off his patronus quite shortly following this statement. McGonagall was surpised to find the true form of Ron's patronus was a massive torrent of cum. Like that time Goyle and friends unleashed a bunch of fire in the last movie, but instead of a tiger of flames, it was a tiger of semen. The cum splashed on McGonagall's skin. It settled into the crevices like melted ice cream in the cracks of a sidewalk. A river of milky, salty magic flowed through her aged wrinkles and loose skin folds. Harry was in such shock by the sheer volume that he too unleashed his own lumos spell. The lumos spell being spunk. McGonnagall arose, and glanced at both boys. She shook her head, and sighed.
"Speed is of the essence in Quidditch. It is not needed in a subject like Alcummy."
The boys looked down in disappointment. Their expressions were downcast. The post ejaculation sadness seeped into their souls. Maybe Harry would kill himself tonight. He wouldn't amount to anything. Those sorts of thoughts flashed in his head. McGonnagall laughed.
"Of course, there is always an opportunity to make up for your mistakes."
The boys perked up in curiosity. McGonnagall began to straddle a desk as she attempted to climb it. She struggled greatly as her failure to take her osteoporosis medication began to take a toll on her. For several minutes the boys watched as she slowly ambled her way to the top of her desk. She bent down and spread her sagging cheeks to reveal the darkest, hairy circle that Harry had ever seen.
"Was there an eighth horocrux?" He wondered to himself.
"It's not just sitting there for show. Take a bite!"
McGonnagall locked eyes with Harry in that moment. He knew what he had to do. Dying to kill Voldemort would only be the second most difficult task in his life. Malfoy who had been in the back the entire time, jerking off sneered at Harry.
"Scared Potter?" He gave a wicked smirk.
"You wish." Harry said coldy as he took a dive nosefirst into her chamber of secrets pushing past the hair, the fleshy ring, and even further past the red intestinal lining. He continued pushing. Going further and further. He worried he would reach her colon if he didn't stop.
"For goodness sake, Potter!" McGonnagall exclaimed. "Keep tearing through with that nimbus 2000 of a tongue, but you won't find any gold. Some chocolate maybe."
Chocolate he did find. It began to slide down his throat like a waterfall. Everyone knew it wasn't a waterfall. Malfoy couldn't stop slamming his snake. McGonnagall gestured him over. She spat out her magic dentures onto the floor. Malfoy "slytherined" his basilisk into the back of her throat. Soon he found his way into the bronchi of the lungs. She chocked on Salazar's legacy while hugging the back of Malfoy. Distinct gurgling noises filled the detention hall. Choking and gagging resonated in a cacophony of pleasure from both Harry and McGonnagall.
Ron jealously shoved all the figgly root in his mouth. McGonagall noticed immediately.
"Mr. Weasely! I was going to save you for dessert." She gave Ron a coy smile.
Ron attempted to smile back, but he choked a little. His wand was burning; Almost as much as Harry's scar. However, the scar wasn't burning from Voldemort's presence, but the possible infection he may get from being neck deep in his professor. McGonagall's coy smile turned to a troubled, and worried frown. Her eyes widened, but not from pleasure. It was fear.
"How much figgly root did you consume, Mr. Weasely?" Ron showed her the bag. It was empty.
"God save the queen!" She exclaimed.
McGonagall knew what it meant to eat all the figgly root. Ron's massive wand would not stop pulsing until his entire body's supply of blood would flood down there, and his brain would be deprived of oxygen. Acting quickly, she clenched her whole body really hard. Harry flew out of her hind quarters; head covered in brown sludge. She then exhaled with all of her heart, and Malfoy instincively knew to move away because he was more perceptive with women than Harry was. McGonagall flipped over slowly as her bones cracked in the sudden (for her) movement. She thrust her finger forward and pointed at Ronald.
"Bend over Mr. Weasely!" She shouted.
Ron in a confused panic, removed his knickers and bent over. McGonagall realized how desparate the situation was.
"I'm going to have to administer an intense, and violent prostate orgasm!"
Ronald Weasely's eyes widened.
"Do not worry Ronald! It is necessary for your survival!" As Ron spread it open, McGonagall transfigured into a cat.
"Why do you need to be a cat?" Ron asked.
"Meow." She responded. First one paw entered, then the second. The paws spread with impressive, still human strength. She then jumped inside. Ron wriggled and writhed.
"This is worse than scabbers!" Ron cried.
McGonagall carefully worked his prostate, being cautious not to let cat instinct overcome her, which would lead her to freak out and scratch the shit out of his anus. Her efforts would be rewarded. Ron writhed in pleasure as he shot out cum, and freshly stained the hard wood floors. However. McGonagall did not expect what Harry would say next.
"Meowch Ron, that "cat" have felt good"
McGonagall had found this so hilarious, that she couldn't contain her laughter. Unfortunately, the laughter shifted her back into a human. Inside of Ron. Ron quickly died of punctured organs because of McGonagall's bony joints, and McGonagall suffocated from being inside a young man's lower cavity. The erection had diminished, but so had their lives. Malfoy breathed a panicked sigh. He asked Harry once again.
"Scared, Potter?" Tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn't bring himself to admit the truth.
"You wish." Gryffindor was awarded 5 points for their trouble.