It was finally time, you had been waiting for this day for almost seven whole days. It was finally the day you would be picked up and delivered to Hogwarts.
You always wanted to be a wizard, you knew from watching the disney shows. Luckily your stupid aunt had given you her old wand. You also decided to wear a lovely frock she prepared for you years ago, you could finally fit in it!
In a sudden blast of light, a large hairy man named hagrid appeared next to you.
Your face was open, your lips pulled ajar, you had never seen such a handsome and corpulent chap. You didnt even know it was possible to be this masculine, this was nothing compared to the men you saw on TV, this man appeared to be sculpted by the gods. His eyes were dark and piercing. He had a thick mop of curly brown hair and a big bushy beard, it looked as if it covered his chest completely. He was wearing a long brown tunic with a wide silver belt which made him look even more muscular. His huge arms stretched out towards you, and a massive smile spread across his face. You had never seen such a beautiful and powerful creature, this man would certainly dominate you!
"Hiya luv!" he said in his deep rumbling voice, "wotcher for?"
You were speechless.
"Err..." you managed to gasp.
"Well," Hagrid continued, "We gonna get along!," and with that he pulled you into an embrace. Your heart was beating fast, his hands felt warm and soft, his body smelled of some kind of musky cologne and the way his beard tickled your stomach made you squirm and shiver.
For the first time you feel in ache in your blossoming womanhood... the undeniable slide of grool down your quim is quite disturbing.
Hagrid sniffs the air, wags his large ears... and breathes heavily.. He appears to be intoxicated on whatever odor is permeating throughout his wide nostrils.
"Whats that smell?!" he bellowed at the top of his voice, "Is there anyhoo around?!
He looks at you, confused by his strange scent.
"No... why would there be?" you reply nervously, "It smells like.."
"...a girl? No."
You look at him puzzled,
"A girl who's been... well... well..." He pauses to take a deep breath, "...I dunno. Smells... like a woman!" He laughs, but it does not last long, as he begins to shake his head and rub his brow in an effort to clear his thoughts. "You got some sort of... scent going on! It smells really good! It makes me want to eat you..." he continues to mumble while shaking his head and laughing at the same time, "But... what the bloody hell are you?!" he finally says between breaths.
Oh no... It must be the secret magic your aunt always warned you about, a secret trait passed down throughout the generations of Malfoy blood. The secret odor that would give your ancestors powers beyond belief... power over other men, and women too of course. And you... power over the beast in this man, the one whose body craves yours.
The magic grool, you always knew one day it would come shoving its sickeningly sweet scent into your business. No matter, you would handle this in a way befitting a young, educated wizard such as yourself.
The smell... It makes him crazy, it makes him wild.
"Oh, I don't know!" you say innocently, "Why don't you just try me out and see?"
Suddenly, in a blinding blast of magic, Hagrid teleports you and himself to the delightful station of 4 and 3/4. Your aunt had stated this would be the site of your first extraordinary experience in the wizarding world; little did she know how right she would be!
Your aunt always told you it was a good thing to experiment when you were young and impressionable. You thought that you should wait for marriage to try out sex, but your aunt was adamant about trying new things early.
"There are some wonderful books around about the act !" she told you. "I read a few but never managed to do any of the exercises. The closest I've come to it is with ye' broom!" A strange woman indeed.
Hagrid was quite dishevelled by this point, more bear than man in his demeanour and gestures. You were scared and stirred beyond belief in a bewildering whirlwind of sensations. You felt something hard and large poking at you as grabbed your shoulders and stretched himself against you .
" how're yer doin this" he heaved in your face, his hot steamy breath blowing the bangs aside from your supple, naive temple. Sweat instantly condensates on your creased brow.
You stare up at him with wide innocent eyes. You have never seen such an imposing sight; he towers above you by almost two feet and weighs in at what must be two hundred and fifty pounds, surely there was no way you could control anything so strong. But then again, magic!
"doing what?!" you manage to stutter out, fear quite obvious through your meek tone, the man could most likely smell it fuming off of you by now. You certainly could, you were almost never stricken with embarrassment quite like this. It made your core flutter in the most delicate ways; you felt akin to a doe seeing a hunter.
He stares at you for a long moment, his eyes glazing over, a strange look of concentration on his face, his hands begin to shake. He begins to mumble something under his breath, " yer a spy aren't ya..." he spits out, though you can see his legs quivering. Why would he accuse you of this!? It didn't make sense, you wanted his affection not his contempt. You would make sure he changed his unfavorable beliefs regarding your nature, no matter what it took .
You stare back up into his eyes, a slight flush of red coloring your cheeks as you mutter, "what makes you say that?," At this point, you've found your mind to be as stimulated as it's ever been, your body straining from its oozing of fluids, your mind aflutter from the lacking blood flow gushing throughout your mind. The thrill of the situation seems to only add fuel to the fire that was already raging within your loins, making the throbbing sensations all the more intense.
Hargid stumbles, catching himself by slamming his hand against the pillar. This causes the numbers above you to shake. His big, ginormous belt undoes itself by this move. You flinch, and are suddenly shoved against the rocky surface. You never enjoyed pain, but you would do anything for this man, this beast was yours to tame.
His eyes grow wide, as though in surprise that you are so close to him, you must have been moving closer and closer as the seconds had passed, he wasn't paying attention. You could smell that sweet odour wafting from your pits .
Hagrid's large frame takes you in a a tight, yet comforting hold against the weary brick column of this grand station, you can feel the tickle of his every hair on his chinny chin chin against your brow... You worried about the dozens of children and parents around you. But who cared? You needed this, they could always just look away, it wasnt that simple for you. Luckily for you, a gentleman such as hagrid, always had a solution to such predicaments.
"Lookie what I got!1" hagrid says in a shockingly joyous tone. Suddenly he unveils beneath his potato sack shirt: the infamous cloak of invincibility! You had grown up to stories of the marauder's escapades with such coverings; your eyes wept at the sight, not every wizard could say they lost their maidenhood beneath such a notorious veil.
"Yer can keep it," he whisper s , his voice shaking with excitement.
You are in awe as the cloak appears to swallow the pair of you whole; your breath seems to become more shallow as it envelopes and covers us both. The warmth of its fabric against your bare skin feels quite pleasant, but you find yourself wondering what would happen if a gust of wind were to pick up...
Hagrid extracts himself from his slackened girdle. "Bend down sweet cakes," he grouses into your aching cochlea. Scared for your future hearing, you submissively comply. "LOWER!" He roars in a rage, you instinctively cower further in fear. Now, your fingertips can even touch your toes! Never before had you been this exposed. With his broad belt, he binds together your wrists and ankles, but not before taking a deep whiff of the crevice between your slender piggies. Now leaning against the hard banister, hagrid takes notice of the ample liquids leaking down your legs. You begin to squirm in your bonds as he takes one of his large, fat fingers and slowly inserts it into your quivering entrance. You let out a little whimper , your voice reverberating off the station walls, but hagrid is too lost in the task at hand to pay attention.
Hargid can no longer repress his lust, tearing off your fuchsia-flavored frock, guilt strikes you, you can remember your aunt's hideous wrinkled hands weaving this for you, you desperately want tears to fall, you want to at least appear sad over this loss! Yet your body betrays you, your juices are busy elsewhere. The thought of him removing this precious garment from your body makes your thighs quake.
H agrid now takes advantage of your exposed frame. His rough hands are all over your body; groping at your breasts, your waist, your legs... It makes you feel dirty but oh so good. The feeling of his hairy manhood pressing against your bottom makes you tingle in ways you've never felt. As the two of you make love for the very first time, his hands are never still.
You gasp in shock. Harsh Spanks come raining down upon your expansive buttocks with great intensity. You let loose a wail, frightened by the irrefutable fact that the hurried train-goers nearby had heard. Hagrid shushes you. "We;re not even at the main course yet my dear" His pants have since shimmied to the ground with his belt no longer there to uphold his girth.. For a moment, you sneak a glimpse at Hagrid, gazing up between your legs. From underneath the potato sack shirt, you can see his throbbing, erect member, it looked fierce. You gasp and look away hurriedly . Your eyes grow heavy with desire as you hear y ou stare at him, your heart beat ing rapidly at the sight of his monstrous length .
Unpreparedly, he spanks you again! He blindfolds you with his handkerchief. Who knows how long it has been in his pocket? You gag from the atrocious stench reeking from this fickle piece of fabric. At this point, Hagrid has laid his bulbous, pulsating cock on top of your supple behind. "How long do ya think this baby is?" He asks in a jaunty, yet ominous tone. Despite your best efforts, you cannot speak from behind the blindfold, your throat refusing to open and allow the horrid rank rag air down its confines.. "WRONG!" He interrupts your sniffling. "Don't fret my dear, you'll soon find out!" You let out a muffled whimper, his words were almost enough to send you over the edge. But Hagrid had n't even begun; he grabbed his manhood and began beating it against your crotch, mushing your fluids into a past e.
By brushing his beast into your damp cavern, he uses your abundant grool for its obvious purpose: sweet sweet anal. With your unexplored hole being suddenly prickled and played with, you fear for the worst… what if you get pregnant?!.(its the butt,,) Suddenly you feel his rough hands spread apart your cheeks, a sudden inhalation is audible, as well as a following groan. Suddenly, he spears your tightest crease. You shriek, immediately inhaling the fetid air around you, and Hagrid covers your mouth (more like your entire face xD) with his large, left hand. With his free hand, his hands seek deep into your hip to steady himself with every powerful stroke. You feel like a boat being shaken by unruly waves, so many lobster!.
He finally pulls off his shirt, exposing his large hairy chest...
"Ohhhhh ye ' " he moans, the sound reverberating across the station ; he is clearly in ecstasy. Your ass feels a burning sensation, a burning you never knew was possible.
You know bruises will show from the spanks and thrusts, Many delightful minutes pass as he continues to pound from behind. "COme here baby," he mutters. He doesn't allow you a chance to move for yourself as he grabs your head himself and turns you around, lapping at your tear-stricken face.. Hagrid it turns out, has quite the strong pullout game because by the time he came undone, he had already splashed your face with his steaming semen. He lets out one final heavy groan before loosening your bindings. "Ohh," you gasp as you sit up from the brick floor to see a pool of cum covering your entire body, even dripping down onto the ground between your legs. "Oh, that was fun!"
You breathed heavily, that was crazy! You haven't been this exhausted since your aunt took you to the local Planet Fitness gym in London. This was even better than when you went to the Luna Park Funfair Brent Cross in 2012! Perhaps, even more, demanding than when you swam the Yangtze river in fall 2013. A large smile appears on your face, fun!
Suddenly Hagrid snaps out of his lust-fueled haze, "eerr,,, sorry mate, mind not tellin ye Dumbedlore about this"? He mutters, embarrassment obvious"OF course Hagrid !" You reply . The two of you share a laugh... until he notices your state, your nude body still coated in hagrid's seed. "OH, I forgot to giv e yer clothes back , eeeep!" He blurts out as he hastily grabs your clothes from behind. "Here you go" He offers them to you as you quickly change into the now stained dress and trousers. "So did ya have fun?" He asks. "Oh yes, very much so! Thanks for being such a good friend." You respond.
The two of you stand silently beside each other under the invisibility cloak as rain begins to patter atop the roof. We had just missed the train! Hagrid pats your back and begins a long, treacherous hike to Hogwarts, a bright smile on both your faces. Then the sky opened up and a triple rainbow appeared.
"That was fun," he says quietly to himself. You nod and follow his lead, you can feel the cum on your back and butt as you walk with him... but you don't care.
Later that day -
You arrive by nightfall to the grand castle known as Hogwarts. You can barely stand as you climb the stairs into the main entrance, your quivering legs buckling with each step. Thankfully, there are still other students arriving. One kind student appears, a girl your age, she dons hair as curly as Hagrid's, an attractive sight at a time like this, and she rushes towards you upon seeing you stare. However, as she gets closer and closer, It becomes clear she is no match for your hunky lover, with her small frame and hanging robes. "Oh my, allow me to help you" She (without asking) slings your arm over her shoulder and assists you with climbing the steps. You look at her in surprise, then back to Hagrid, who smiles at you and says: "Go ahead, have fun."
"So.. what were you doing staring at me?" she asks, Her voice is clear like a singsong bird. "Ah, n-nothing!" You stutter out. "I just thought you looked familiar…"
"You do?" She laughs, and you notice how her voice is as pleasant to the ear as a breeze blowing through the grass on a summer's day.
" You 've got no friends either huh?" She asks. "Well..." you respond cautiously. You both share another laugh together. "Hey, wanna go get some snacks with me before the sorting ceremony ?" You ask, her response is immediate: "YES!" She exclaims excitedly, and with that she grabs your hand.
Her small hand clasps yours as you race through the enormous hallways. You can't believe your eyes: this is Hogwarts? It is absolutely huge! There are so many people, so much noise. A few students turn their heads curiously and look upon the two of you rushing past them, but they soon lose sight of you as you pass through an archway. "This is amazing!" You exclaim aloud. You feel her hand tremble in excitement. "Ohh," she breathes quietly, her face flushing in a blush at your loud remark, "I'm really glad to see I'm not the only one who thinks so!" You smile warmly, a friendship could blossom between you, you think.
POV SHIFT: Professor Severus Snape
You were Severus Snape, professor at Hogwart. If anyone asked what your interests were, well you loved bullying children, and masturbating to dead acquaintances from high school, and brewing potions! :D
But that's all just on the surface. In fact, the REAL Snape was a lot more complex than most people thought he was. For example, he hated it when people assumed he was a mean person, because he actually enjoyed the company of others.
For instance, his favorite pastime was reading to small children at the hospital. He was especially fond of teaching the younger ones. They had so much pure potential for the future. It saddened him to see these innocent kids fall into bad habits. It was his goal to show them they could be better, smarter.
Just as snape was wor king on his manifesto regarding the training of youthful witches and wizards, a small cat rubbed affectionately into his leg.
"damn i miss lily" you thought aloud. Having to tuck the swelling in your robe.
"wjat did yiu say" a small cat suddenly rubs affectionately i to your leg. you jump in fear "what da fuck!" you shriek .
the cat (like an animorph) suddenly transforms into a withered stout old lady. "i can smell your awful pheromones from a kilometer away" She claims, holding her head high, looking down upon you. Her impressive height becomes apparent. Professor. McGonagall!
You blush, flustered, you try to pace away as fast as you can to avoid this sadistic woman. You'll never know the satisfaction that wicked woman gets from her games. "i'll be watching you severus." it felt more like assurance than a threat, but you couldn't help but shiver as you continued down the dark hall to your defence against dark arts class .
That night -
Your alarm blares loudly. You pull yourself out of bed and start dressing, but something feels off about your body. What could it be? You think. Suddenly, a small paw slips into your pants and starts rubbing your member. You groan at the feel of your catgirl familiar licking around the shaft.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" you gasp, not wanting her to have free reign of your body. "Mm.. I'm getting a late breakfast!" she purrs before going back to work on your manhood. As she gets closer to her breakfast, she pushes her way further between your legs and rubs the tip against her vulva. "McGonagall!"