Oookaaay...I guess I'll just continue this then shall I? Suggest just about anything and I'll write it.
~PART FIVE~
THE END OF THE CONTEST
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"Start it! Start it! If I don't haze one of you soon I'm gonna burst!" Linda shouted, mainly at her Sevvy. Truly, his piece was quite exceptional...ly large...And she needed to haze someone...and fast!
Sirius was full on gaping at Sevvy's rod...out of jealousy, intimidation, or lust, we'll really never know.
"Close your mouth, Black. Some might take it as an invitation," came Snape's response to Sirius' leering glare.
"I think he fancies you, Sevvy!" Came a cry from the top of the martini glass. Linda abra cadavered someone.
"Only -I- may call him that!"
"Correct."
"And he better not fancy you, Sev, cause I'm not sharing!" Linda leered at Sirius, or a certain part of him, while clinging to Snape. She liked everyone finally freeing themselves of the restraints of clothing.
"I do not!"
"Why not? Am I not desirable?" Immediately all eyes fell upon the rather impressive rod belonging to Sevvy himself. Even Sirius' eyes were glued to the impressive instrument.
"You're shittin' me! No way is that thang real!" Sirius took Snape's rather majestic rod as a threat to his own...stick. Now who would get to haze Linda?
"Frightened, Black?"
"Hell no!" Sirius was rather confident in his tool as well. "Let's start this duel!"
"Sirius, you're wacked. It's already been goin' on!"
"WAAH?!?!?"
Linda was crazy foaming at the mouth by now, barely able to contain herself. The contest, er- duel, was almost over, and would end once Linda became so crazy with lust that she merely jumped one of them with pure primal instinct...and then the hazing would be good and long...and harsh...for many a fortnight...
Linda screamed, her brain becoming frustrated with all this se-...er, hazing tension. She needed one of their rods and she needed it now! "I'M GONNA BLOW!!!"
"Me first!" Sirius shouted.
"Shuttup, Black."
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!!" Linda screeched....but was, in a sense, going to freak out if she didn't haze someone very soon.
"Lady Linda's about to choose! Don't move if you value ur balls!" Random Death Muncher #3 yelled out.
Linda was a foaming, raging junkie and she needed her drug right now! But who would serve as her fix?
Everyone went still as Linda was bouncing about creepily with an insane look upon her face and a song in her heart...a very sexy song...a song too sexy...for her self...She started to shake as she lost all control and her Death Munchers froze in place for safety. Stoned and drunk they were, fools they were not.
Sirius looked confident (if more than frightened) and awaited some of the best se- I mean hazing punishment- of his life (he's just so damn kinky!)
Snape, on the other hand, betrayed no emotion as he stood and awaited the result of the duel, with his impressive rod for all to see...and see they did.
Linda had a look in her eyes similar to that of a crazed chipmunk on crack, and then she pounced, dragging her lovin'-partner...er, her hazing victim...I mean, victor of the duel, into the nearest gathering of trees on the riverbottom. There was much rejoicing as the obvious contestant was chosen as Lady Linda's new male lead in crime...among other things.
And all by his onesies, standing with a most shocked and appalled expression on his face, was Sirius Black, finally out-dueled by the Potions Master after so many years...and in a way he would have never ever dreamed of.
"No fockin' way."
There were screams every now and then, and sudden high-pitched shrieks coming from the clearing in which Linda and Sevvy were situated, getting it...for a lack of a better word, on.
The Death Munchers took full advantage of this and began the crazy RiverBottom Parties once more, passing out much booze and many different reality-enhancers. Linda couldn't steal and drink their booze now. She would be busy as heck with her Potions Master...and he with her.
And once all this was accomplished, then the real strike against the Death Eaters would commence. Ol' Moldy-Shorts had no idea that the giant martini the Death Munchers were making would in fact contain a giant ruffie...heh heh heh...
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Great Moon I'm on crack. You gotta be on more crack than me to be reading this...Okay, whatever the hell is possessing me to write this tripe is utter bull. If you'd like to see more, review or it stays this way. Also, I'm full open to any and every suggestion...Linda's not too picky.
~PART FIVE~
THE END OF THE CONTEST
*********************************
"Start it! Start it! If I don't haze one of you soon I'm gonna burst!" Linda shouted, mainly at her Sevvy. Truly, his piece was quite exceptional...ly large...And she needed to haze someone...and fast!
Sirius was full on gaping at Sevvy's rod...out of jealousy, intimidation, or lust, we'll really never know.
"Close your mouth, Black. Some might take it as an invitation," came Snape's response to Sirius' leering glare.
"I think he fancies you, Sevvy!" Came a cry from the top of the martini glass. Linda abra cadavered someone.
"Only -I- may call him that!"
"Correct."
"And he better not fancy you, Sev, cause I'm not sharing!" Linda leered at Sirius, or a certain part of him, while clinging to Snape. She liked everyone finally freeing themselves of the restraints of clothing.
"I do not!"
"Why not? Am I not desirable?" Immediately all eyes fell upon the rather impressive rod belonging to Sevvy himself. Even Sirius' eyes were glued to the impressive instrument.
"You're shittin' me! No way is that thang real!" Sirius took Snape's rather majestic rod as a threat to his own...stick. Now who would get to haze Linda?
"Frightened, Black?"
"Hell no!" Sirius was rather confident in his tool as well. "Let's start this duel!"
"Sirius, you're wacked. It's already been goin' on!"
"WAAH?!?!?"
Linda was crazy foaming at the mouth by now, barely able to contain herself. The contest, er- duel, was almost over, and would end once Linda became so crazy with lust that she merely jumped one of them with pure primal instinct...and then the hazing would be good and long...and harsh...for many a fortnight...
Linda screamed, her brain becoming frustrated with all this se-...er, hazing tension. She needed one of their rods and she needed it now! "I'M GONNA BLOW!!!"
"Me first!" Sirius shouted.
"Shuttup, Black."
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!!" Linda screeched....but was, in a sense, going to freak out if she didn't haze someone very soon.
"Lady Linda's about to choose! Don't move if you value ur balls!" Random Death Muncher #3 yelled out.
Linda was a foaming, raging junkie and she needed her drug right now! But who would serve as her fix?
Everyone went still as Linda was bouncing about creepily with an insane look upon her face and a song in her heart...a very sexy song...a song too sexy...for her self...She started to shake as she lost all control and her Death Munchers froze in place for safety. Stoned and drunk they were, fools they were not.
Sirius looked confident (if more than frightened) and awaited some of the best se- I mean hazing punishment- of his life (he's just so damn kinky!)
Snape, on the other hand, betrayed no emotion as he stood and awaited the result of the duel, with his impressive rod for all to see...and see they did.
Linda had a look in her eyes similar to that of a crazed chipmunk on crack, and then she pounced, dragging her lovin'-partner...er, her hazing victim...I mean, victor of the duel, into the nearest gathering of trees on the riverbottom. There was much rejoicing as the obvious contestant was chosen as Lady Linda's new male lead in crime...among other things.
And all by his onesies, standing with a most shocked and appalled expression on his face, was Sirius Black, finally out-dueled by the Potions Master after so many years...and in a way he would have never ever dreamed of.
"No fockin' way."
There were screams every now and then, and sudden high-pitched shrieks coming from the clearing in which Linda and Sevvy were situated, getting it...for a lack of a better word, on.
The Death Munchers took full advantage of this and began the crazy RiverBottom Parties once more, passing out much booze and many different reality-enhancers. Linda couldn't steal and drink their booze now. She would be busy as heck with her Potions Master...and he with her.
And once all this was accomplished, then the real strike against the Death Eaters would commence. Ol' Moldy-Shorts had no idea that the giant martini the Death Munchers were making would in fact contain a giant ruffie...heh heh heh...
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Great Moon I'm on crack. You gotta be on more crack than me to be reading this...Okay, whatever the hell is possessing me to write this tripe is utter bull. If you'd like to see more, review or it stays this way. Also, I'm full open to any and every suggestion...Linda's not too picky.
