Hello, again!
First and foremost, don't expect as many updates as my other stories. Got enough of them as is, so this one is more 'If I got an idea for an update, I'll try and put it up.' If you want sex, futas, or seeming lack of public decency, while having semi-constant updates, check out 'Were'mon.' If I manage to get a few chapters done pretty quickly, then you got more to read, but if I don't then tough luck.
Doesn't mean I won't take ideas to help speed things along.
Now we'll begin in bringing in Hogwarts. Among the few things to note for later is the age range for magic-users. Pretty standard stuff, the whole 'Magic-users take longer to age than non-magic-users' bit. Also, Morgana and her group will start acting/sounding a bit more crude in comparison, but that is to show just how much they really care about a world that needs some serious work. Aka – not much at all.
Don't own Harry Potter.
Hogwarts calls
Morgana Potter was her reborn name, while Morgana le Fay was her original name. Not that very many people actually knew that. But in a growing age of heroes and villains, she had also taken a few other names that suited her too. She figured Joey and his friends had something to do with it, but she knew that names have held power throughout the tests of time. Therefore, she took the names of 'My Lady' and 'Madame Arcana,' among others. Although she did prefer to be simply called Morgana, as the only thing she planned on hiding was her preparations to obtain her revenge.
What's not to like about a name given to you in both of your lives?
However, whenever she has an encounter with people such as Batman, Lex Luthor, and just those that haven't earn the right, she is known as just Arcana, a more unisex name. It sounded about right, especially after she snapped her fingers and defeated both Dr. Fate and Klarion the Witch Boy in a magic duel at the same time. That pretty well classified her as the strongest wielder of magic on the planet. Like she cared about that.
She had just turned thirteen years old. Yesterday was her birthday. Thankfully, she had not only gained some true friends over the years, she had regained her current body's mother. Anyone else was more friendly acquaintances, most of them people she had saved or helped in exchange for their help, if she wasn't just feeling helpful at the time, which happened sometimes when she was helping someone from one of the 'criminal element.' Ever since Harley, she didn't have to live alone in the darkness of Camelot Castle, which she had turned into one of the top multi-facility places in the world.
Though, she supposed her life could have a lot worse. Above all, she could still have been with 'them,' powerless and helpless. But it wasn't worth it to waste away thinking about people were already dead. Even if it was because of them that her past life returned to her. Easily knowing that both Lily and James were magical, alongside herself, it was obvious why they had hated her. The Dursleys had a phobia to anything abnormal. More than likely, abnormal included having your parents die on you.
Returning to Camelot in present day London, she set to work making it usable as both a work space, living space, and recreational center for her brand of fun. Which she also currently partaking in on top of the head of the Sphinx in Egypt with an Egyptian woman.
Fucking said woman's brains out in a specially warded hot tub with a 7 ½ in cock and five copies. The real her was plugging up the woman's ass, while a copy was slamming away in her cunt, two more copies were being jacked off by the woman's hands, another was getting sucked off, and the last copy was de-aged to a kid and getting titfuck by the woman.
For the record, she had switched over to turning her clit into a cock a couple of years after she met Harley.
"You like this treatment, don't you Ishlut?" she said as she lay in the water, watching and listening as the woman on her was gangbanged, splashing a bit of water every time someone moved as the water was up to the middle of the woman's pussy and the bottom of her own tits. It added another element of fun to it in her opinion. "All those big futa cocks using your dirty, sexy body?"
Morgana's words didn't garner a normal response, but the woman's body did give one in place of it. Just as the copy in her slit thrust in, she clamped down on both her pussy and her ass, squeezing the cocks in each. Her hands increased their tempo while her mouth's suction intensified. She couldn't quite do anything about the one giving her chest a makeover, unfortunately.
Groaning some at the increased pressure, Morgana said "You've been a good slut. Here you go." That was the cue for all the copies to cum, leaving the woman completely soaked in cum. Unconscious and twitching from pleasure, the woman slumped back onto Morgana, who then picked her up and laid her right beside her in the hot tub as the copies dispersed.
"Great fuck as always, Ishizu." Morgana said as she laid back herself. Unfortunately, she was interrupted as her phone went off. Sighing, she activated her phone and speaker. "Yes, Tigra?"
"You do recall asking for the occasional update, right?" said Tigra. "Well, this is one of them. Brooklyn Bitch was acting up again, only this time she attempted to trick one of the mermaids into the desert to rape. Lily's probably already have her in the Break Room at this moment."
Pinching her nose, Morgana said. "Serves her right. Hopefully, for her sake, she doesn't end up as one of the Toys."
"Yeah, but if she does, no skin off of us. Just some paperwork with the Yanks." Tigra said. "Cheshire also showed up and started an orgy on the stage after the China group were done their performance, by the way... Hehehe... Hold on, Bakura's getting my attention. Yes, Bakura?...WHAT?!"
"What is it, Hermione?" Morgana asked, concerned with her friend and lover's shout.
Tigra, or Hermione Granger, didn't hear Morgana. "What the bloody hell is Professor McGonagall doing here of all places?!" That got Morgana's attention. Professor McGonagall? The Transfiguration teacher Hermione mentioned? Looks like I'll have to cut my break off now. I was looking forward for a longer one.
"I'm on my way." she said before turning off her phone and stepping out of the tub. "Sorry, Ishizu, but break time's over." She mentally sent the woman back to her home, while locking off the hot tub so that it won't be found so easily without her. Morgana then teleported herself into the Menagerie right beside Hermione's table. Turning the corner to see her leather clad back to her, she asked. "Where is she?"
"Reowr!" Hermione jumped onto the table, surprised from Morgana's voice behind her. Turning around, she was about to reprimand her friend, only to sweatdrop at her lack of clothes. "Really? Professor McGonagall's here, and you're not wearing anything. You want to give her a heart attack or something?"
Hermione's warning came too late as the pair heard a cry of "Merlin's beard!" from the door. Turning to it revealed a seemingly middle-aged woman with dark brown hair, with a touch of gray, tied up in a bun, wearing a dark crimson long-sleeved dress that covered her entire body, but still maintain a level of beauty befitting her, and a pair of glasses that just screamed 'teacher' while still being somewhat old. Her sleek hand was on her pretty ample and firm chest in shock. Overall, Morgana was certainly liking the 'sexy teacher.' Although, considering that the woman was indeed shocked by her nude form, she had to acquiesce to Hermione's words.
With not even a look, Morgana's clothes faded onto her. A low-cut V-neck shiny navy blue vest alongside form-fitting pants of the same color underneath a white knitted skirt tied on one side. Black boots completed her look.
"That's not quite much better, love." Hermione said. "But then again, I'm about the same at the moment, so I can't quite say much of anything."
"M-ms. Granger?!" exclaimed Professor McGonagall. "What are you doing here?! And who is this...young woman...with you?"
Morgana answered that with her question. "You wouldn't happen to be looking Morgana Potter, would you?"
"Yes." the woman answered.
Morgana, with a bit of flair added, elegantly bowed and said "Morgana Potter, at your service." The poor professor couldn't take it, the daughter of two of her closest friends and students, was some sort of scarlet woman!
"For the record, I'm not scarlet." Morgana said. "I'm white. And since I didn't care about how the Wizarding World thought of me last time, I most certainly don't care this time. Most of them are rather prudish, gullible, and quite stiff, just like Old Man Merlin. Why else did they listen to Gwendolyn and Slytherin when those two turned me into the bad guy?"
"Not to mention that the term 'scarlet woman' requires the woman to be open for anyone and everyone." added Hermione. "Very rarely does My Lady here actually submit to anyone. It's either she dominates you, or not at a-aaaahhh!" To prove Hermione's point, Morgana cut her off with a hand petting her tail, making her gasp from the sudden arousal. Glowering at Morgana once her hand was off, Hermione said. "You didn't have to do that to prove a point, Morgana."
While the two were doing their little monologue, Professor McGongall's mind was racing at what she heard. Last time? Old Man Merlin? What is she talking about? How does she seem to know Merlin and Slytherin without being a part of the Wizarding World? And who is this 'Gwendolyn'?
Just then, a set of doors leading to another section of the castle burst open, a young blond boy running in. "My Lady, come quick! Harley and John are back, and they're both hurt! Something is seriously wrong! John is hurt worse than Harley, for the record."
Morgana was already up and running. Hermione turned to Professor McGonagall real quick and say to her "Sex is just her hobby, but she is willing to set it aside for us. Come along to see for yourself." and left to join her friend. The woman wasn't too far behind.
Arriving in the infirmary, the two saw Morgana already working alongside the staff on the light brown haired man named John, who seemed to have rather red skin and was crying out in pain. Harley was off to the side with an arm wrapped up, indicating a big cut.
"Hey, kitty." Harley said upon noticing them. "Glad you could join us."
"What happened?" Hermione asked, concerned.
Harley shrugged. "Not sure myself. Just really in Gotham, looking into two more recent arrivals to the scene, Mr. Freeze and Poison Ivy, when we were attacked. All we could really tell was that they were using magic. We were kicking their butts when one managed to get John with a spell that made him like that. I got a cut from that distraction. Once all of them were gone, I got us back here as fast as I could."
"With good reason." Morgana added her results. "He's being affected by demonic possession."
"WHAT?!" cried the three women with her.
"Yes, but-" She was cut off when John cried out again, forcing her to use magic to put the man in a coma, then ordering the medics to put him in isolation until they could properly help him. "And keep me updated on his status." Turning back to her friends and guest, she continued. "But it is one of the strangest I know of. So far, it seems to just be burning him up. Normally it would've already been close to full take over by now, and yet it so far hasn't even tried. Last time required at least Merlin to intervene, and Etrigan was actively attempting possession. Hopefully I won't need to interfere."
Professor McGonagall was getting a migraine with all the shocks and surprises that's been happening. Rebirth, super-humans, demons, and the daughter of her favorite student was apparently the owner of a "Night club and bar, not brothel." And can also read her mind without using Legilimency. "If you want a good, strong drink, just let the bartender known that I said so."
"Thanks." she said dryly. "I don't suppose I'll be able to continue this conversation right now, so I'll just leave your Hogwarts letter with the bartender and be on my way."
"No problem." Morgana told her. "Although, for the record, I won't be coming for much training in magic." Getting her attention, she elaborated. "Dumbledore follows the footsteps of his ancestor, Gwendolyn, who had tricked everyone into believing that she was Guinevere and Morgana le Fay was evil. As such, his days are numbered."
"Have a good night, baby." Harley quipped. And with that, the teacher left, relieved at the end of the surprises for the day. She would have to wait for answers before it killed her. Although a shadow of rebellion had already formed within her mind, waiting until it can join Morgana and get some of that love. But it had to be patient, what with a pretty strict teacher persona up front, and it being a mere shadow.
Just then Morgana remembered Lily. "Hermione. How long ago did Lily take the Brooklyn Bitch to the Break Room again?" Hermione didn't need to answer as they then heard a thud and a cry of "Minnie!" from Lily. Running out of the room, Morgana, Hermione, and Harley saw that Professor McGonagall had apparently fainted after meeting Lily in her new body, wearing a black and silver sleeveless jacket-vest that ended just an inch underneath her nipples and loose slacks held up by a blue belt. (Basically Tia Harribel's regular outfit with a different color scheme)
Hermione smacked her forehead. "Great. Now we got an even bigger problem."
"Oh, you worrying too much, kitty." Harley laughed. "This just makes it easier. Lily can take care of getting her on our side a lot easier than us."
"She does have a point, Tigra." Morgana acknowledged. "They have a closer relationship than any of us do. Mom!" Getting Lily's attention, she said. "Take her into your room to sleep. With her arrival, its time for me to got to Hogwarts." The crowd in the club cheered at the last part of what she said, understanding that with that statement, the plan was set into motion. First step: take down Dumbledore from within Hogwarts.
"It's about damn time!" Lily said as she picked up Professor McGonagall. "Thankfully, though, it was Minnie that delivered the letter instead of someone a lot worse."
Morgana laughed. "Indeed. At any rate, I figure this is cause for a bit of...celebration... wouldn't you say, girls?" Lily, Hermione, and Harley all eagerly agreed, so it wasn't long before the teacher was in bed, and the three girls were all lined up, ready and waiting for the fun to begin.
Morgana created three copies behind them, naked, then dispelled her own clothes as she sat down on the bed in her own room. "Whoever lasts the longest goes first tonight, and I have a few things ready to keep it fair."
As she grew her cock and started stroking, her copys started on the other girls. However, the copys enhanced things depending on their target. For Lily, the copy's hands and lips were doing a sort of electro-shock draining on her, rendering her at a human power-level. For Harley, the copy was a bit rougher than normal, to bypass Harley's higher than normal resistance levels, but weren't on Lily's level. For Hermione, the copy secreted some cat pheromones on her. Basically, they all were forced down to a more human level for this.
James, I may still love you, but eat your heart! You've got nothing on Morgana! Thought Lily as her copy opened both her top and the bone armor underneath. It took a bit, but they managed to figure out how to get her bone armor off of her as needed. But thankfully, it didn't hinder anything beyond what requires her to be naked, like then. Raising her arms, Lily's chest was completely uncovered as her top and armor slid off, leaving her ample chest fully exposed. The copy twisted and pulled at her tits as it worked its magic on her, arousing the Doomsday clone to loud groaning from the pleasure. She idly felt her pants and lower armor start to slide down, but her focus was increasingly working on outlasting her sister-lovers. But like them, the more the copy worked her over, the harder it was to last.
For once, the Joker actually did something right for me. Mused Harley, remembering the other other times Morgana did something like this to her. In all honesty, she didn't care who won this little game, just so long as she got some loving herself. Morgana, despite being the domina of the relationship, had some unique tastes every now and then, and Harley was always ready to experiment. Especially if it was of the rougher variants, like now while her copy was stabbing her fingers into Harley's exposed nipples and planting hickeys on her neck, all the while she was bent over at the waist. Unlike with Lily, she felt her copy grow another pair of hands, drop her pants and panties, and then grabbed her arms to arch her back as one last 'arm' plunged its fist in her soaked pussy. This is new.
In the case of Hermione, however, her brain was already long gone from the pheromones knocking her into heat. The only reason she was still standing was the fact the copy and decided to forgo groping her to eating her pussy out, letting Hermione play with her own breasts. Growling meows from the pleasure, her animal instincts were fighting to take over, wanting the alpha to give her good, strong babies. It still knew, unfortunately for it, that Hermione wasn't quite ready to take that responsibility on yet, so for the time being her instincts just wanted to be claimed. Hard!
It only took ten minutes for all three of them to cum at the same time, causing an issue of who would go first. However, Harley revealed an idea.
"My Lady." she smiled as she pulled a small pill out of her pants pocket. "This just came in from the Lab right after you left and right before I did. I'm sure ingesting this can fix things for us, as well as be something you like a lot. Saw the recording for it myself."
Interested, Morgana took the pill from the former clown. "Really? Let's see for myself." swallowing the pill, the four girls waited to see what would happen. After about a minute, she felt it. Grunting as she bent over a bit, holding her hands over her slit. Next thing any of them really knew, a mass of purple tentacles erupted out of her, tying up Lily, Harley, Hermione, and Morgana's copies with four each for their limbs, two for their breasts, and one for their clits/cocks. Three more were poised near their dripping-with-anticipation slits, their asses, and their mouths. Although they all were surprised to find three tentacles poised for Morgana's own ass, mouth, and cock.
"Let me guess," the girl said. "it was a girl that test this out."
Harley nodded, laughing a bit. "One of the guys tricked her into. Imagine his surprise when those things erupted out and started fucking everyone in the room, including both of them. Neither of them wants to be in the same room as each other again."
The others couldn't help but laugh as well, thinking about how a naive guy paid the consequence for his taunt. He was definitely scarred for life.
Without further words, Morgana sent a mental command to the tentacles to begin. Said appendages plunged right in, twisting, sucking, pumping, with some vibrating and soothing in the mix.
Needless to say, all four of them approved of the pill. Just need to keep an eye on production and distribution. Although only Harley gained a bit of an addiction to the tentacles, while Lily and Hermione preferred a once every so often approach. But all four knew one thing was for certain as the lay together, completely covered in cum.
The true fun is about to begin.
For anyone that may be wondering about John, did you really expect me to keep The Ghost Rider out? At the very least, her primary list of fighting allies is one for each base (animal, tech, power, supernatural, magical, etc.)
I'll see what I can do about getting Superman and Batman, and the rest of them, some 'screen-time,' but they're primarily in America. Not England. And for the record, the upcoming Justice League movie won't be happening yet. With Superman still alive, Darkseid(He is the main bad guy for it, right?) will hold back for longer to properly prepare the invasion.
Until next time. Please let me know what you think.