{Author's Note: I'm not dead! I've just been busy with that pesky thing we call reality. It seems like a higher power was conspiring to keep me from writing. The first time I sat down to write two weeks ago, my aunt got drunk and caught herself on fire. She's in the hospital with 3rd degree burns on 70% of her body. The second time I sat down to write, my water pipes froze up in our well. The third time I tried to write, my grandfather had to get a faulty pacemaker replaced. The fourth time I tried to write, I found out that Brian Randall, better known as the fanfic writer Durandall, took his own life. What the Hell!?}

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Mahou Shoujo Kaleido Amethyst: Rides

Harry entered the train, still dazed by his fiancé and sisters' farewells. His hand touched his kiss-swollen lips as he absent-mindedly hunted down an empty compartment. The hybrid ignored the stares of other students. 'That was unexpected', he thought.

Holly stifled a giggle. 'Unexpected? Harry, those three love you just as much as our harem does. I'm more surprised that they haven't jumped us yet.'

Harry stumbled on the flat surface of the train floor. 'Are you serious!? Oh God, how are we going to handle this?' he worried.

'Calm down, Harry', the spirit sent to her partner. 'Just… go with the flow. If Altrouge and our sisters really want to join in, let them.'

'"Our sisters?"' Harry shot back, distracted from the possibility of having seven or possibly eight lovers.

'Mm-hm. Our sisters. After all, I am you, and you are me', she answered. 'We're two sides of the same coin now.'

'True…' Harry acknowledged. He entered an empty compartment and sat down. His Servants took up vigil around him as the hybrid fished out his laptop and a folding table from his trunk. Fran hefted the trunk up into the luggage space as Harry settled in. Len curled up in his lap to nap for the trip. Harry hooked Prismakreuz up to the laptop, and set to work on a new set of spells. He had gotten the idea to remake several spells form a video game Waver was fond of called Valkyrie Profile 2.

'What is with you and making things from anime and video games?' Holly asked silently.

Harry offered a shrug in answer. 'I think its fun, and there are a lot of good ideas floating around out there.'

Holly looked at the preliminary calculations for an orbital bombardment spell called Meteor Swarm. 'Where the Hell are you going to get the asteroids to drop for this spell, anyways?'

Harry pulled up a different page on his laptop. 'I was thinking of using space debris, actually. It will take a while to finish, but I was thinking of enhancing space debris with strengthening spells to hold them together during reentry. I could also gather micrometeorites together for use with modified summoning and gravity spells. As for finding what I need, take a look at this.'

Holly looked at the page. 'Graveyard orbits? Oh, I see. You want to pull down old, unused satellites as a weapon.' She facepalmed in dismay. 'What the Hell, Harry?'

He grinned unrepentantly. 'Oh come on, you like seeing big explosions just as much as I do. We are the same person, after all.'

"So you're building a harem after all!" accused Hermione, who had just entered the compartment. Neville looked torn between jealousy and embarrassment as he stood beside her.

Harry looked up from his laptop at the interruption. "What are you talking about?" he asked.

The bushy-haired girl pointed at him. "You really are building a harem! I saw you kissing Altrouge, Euryale, and Stheno! What do you have to say for yourself!?"

He frowned. "My love-life, what there is of it, is none of your business. What I do and who I may end up doing it with is none of your concern", Harry snapped out.

Hermione flinched at the anger present in Harry's voice. She had forgotten how seriously her old friend took his privacy. "Sorry, Harry." She sat down across from him. "I guess I don't have the right to criticize you about your personal life." Harry peered at her through his visor, before nodding in acceptance of her apology.

Her eyes raked the boy's figure absently. She took in his rather feminine face and slightly swollen lips. Hermione's gaze turned to his long, shimmering black and purple hair pulled into a ponytail with a large black bow. Her eyes trailed down his androgynous body. Hermione shivered slightly, licking her lips. 'Did Harry always look this good?' she wondered absently, distracted from her original thoughts.

Neville's eyes wandered as well. When he realized he was eying up another guy, the boy shuddered. 'A boy shouldn't look so beautiful', he thought in dismay.

Harry noticed Neville's distress. "Is something wrong, Neville?"

Neville shook his head quickly. "No-no-no, nothing's wrong!" He glanced at the hybrid again. Neville hesitantly said, "There's something… different about you."

Harry gave him a deadpan look. "Indeed there is. However, that is a secret I plan to keep to myself." He determinately ignored the signs of arousal from the pair sitting across from him. 'I guess we should have expected something like this, eh Holly?'

Holly tossed an amused glance at the two humans being affected by Harry's looks. 'Between puberty and your changes over the summer, I'm not too surprised. You're going to have to beat the fan-girls and boys off with Prismakreuz, Harry.'

Harry suppressed a groan. While his actual features hadn't changed noticeably when he lost the last of his humanity, the effects of his/her looks in both forms had increased. He had gone from disturbingly pretty to nearly orientation-changing as a boy. His effect while female on a normal person had gone from incredibly beautiful to… Harry shivered at that thought. 'Going around as a male will be bad enough. I better not show off our body in front of these people. I'd rather not have the entire school population try to gang-rape me.'

'You wouldn't mind if Aqua rapes us again, though', Holly shot at him.

Harry turned his head to look at her. 'Can we really call that rape? Sure, we didn't expect her to jump us like that, but we went right along with it.'

The spirit considered for a moment. 'Not really. I liked it just as much as you did.' Her thoughts shifted. 'Do you really think the students would try to rape us?'

Harry's look turned morbidly amused. 'Remember how Sirius acted around us? Or how most people react to our sisters? Garbage like the Ferret and Weasel would try in a heartbeat. They're nothing but weak-willed sheep for the most part. The Purebloods' upbringing won't help either. We're dealing with teenagers, to boot. Someone would try within a week.'

Holly suppressed a snort. 'You'll likely have to deal with love potions in your food and drink within a week. The girls around here aren't any better than the boys.' Holly sighed quietly. 'I guess we'll have to limit our merging time until you graduate.'

Harry sighed as well. 'It won't be easy.' The pair had gotten used to staying merged most of the time over the past month. Going back to staying separated half the day would take some getting used to.

Neville spoke up, trying to fill the silence. "Did you have a good birthday?"

Harry turned his attention to him and smiled. "It was most… enjoyable." Hermione and Neville shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Harry's smile turned to a slight frown. "Except for Black's behavior during the party. That horny dog was a pain in the ass. That bastard kept hitting on everything with a set of tits. Altrouge almost killed him. I definitely won't be inviting him to my house ever again…"

His audience said nothing in reply. Harry shrugged, turning back to his work. His hands danced across the keyboard while Len continued to cat-nap. He looked up a few minutes later, hearing a commotion down the hall. "What the Hell?" His Servants perked up as well.

The compartment door flew open. Susan Bones poked her head in, staring at Harry with an upset and scandalized look on her face. "Is it true!?" She asked.

Harry looked confused. "Is what true?"

The Hufflepuff girl entered the compartment. "Is it really true that you're engaged!?"

The hybrid gave her an irritated look. "Where did you hear something like that?" Hermione held back a comment, wanting to see how the situation would play out.

Susan squirmed under his visor-covered gaze. Her eyes drank him in as she explained. "Ginny Weasley has been telling everyone that you and she are engaged to each other." Susan moved closer. "Is it true? Are you really engaged to Ginny?"

Harry looked confused for a second. He finally remembered the denied contract Dumbledore drew up in First Year. "No, I'm not." He shuddered. "God no! Could you imagine having Weasel as an in-law?"

The read-head shuddered as well. Ron Weasley was rather well-known, and well-hated by everyone outside of Gryffindor. Susan looked at Harry happily. She played with her hair idly. "So you're not taken? Good."

Harry held back a groan of annoyance. 'I was expecting something like this. Time to burst her bubble.' "I am taken, just not by Weasley's annoying little sister."

Susan looked slightly crestfallen. "What do you mean by that?"

Harry didn't hold back his groan this time. "I'm engaged to someone else."

She sighed despondently. "You're… engaged? Who are you engaged to?"

Harry glared behind his visor at her. "I've been betrothed to my closest friend Altrouge Brunestud since the middle of First Year. That's all you need to know."

Susan gave him an imploring look that he ignored. "So I never had a chance…?"

Harry turned back to his work. "No, you didn't. Even if I were single, I would have rejected you. Find someone else to pine after." He flared his killing intent slightly to drive the point home.

Susan backed away, cowed by his killing intent. "I- I'm sorry Harry." She sniffled quietly. "I'll… I'll be leaving, now." Susan fled the compartment, slamming the door shut behind her.

Hermione gave him a disappointed look. "You didn't have to be so mean about it! She had a crush on you, you know."

"I know, and I don't care. Even if I wasn't already engaged to Altrouge, I would have turned her away." Harry massaged his temples. "I'm leaving the Wizarding World entirely after I finish this school year. And frankly, I'd never date a wand-witch under any circumstances." Harry's lovers sent their silent support to him through their link.

Neville looked shocked and slightly insulted. "What's wrong with dating a witch?"

The hybrid focused his attention on the upset boy. "None of the witches I have met would survive a week in the Clock Tower or the other places I go. They would be dead, or worse, within days. I have no use for a partner that I would have to protect every moment of her life. And you've both met my family. Can you honestly name a single witch who could stand to be around them without mortally offending them? I've seen enough of your culture to know how nearly any witch would react." Harry shook his head. "No, I'd rather not bother. Can we drop the subject?"

The group turned to other matters.

(Main Hall, Opening Feast)

Harry ignored the gazes being thrown at him from the others at the Hufflepuff table. The Fourth Year girls were glaring at him for upsetting Susan, while some of the older girls eyed him like a steak. The boys also shot Harry confused and slightly lustful looks. Students from the other houses also glanced his way occasionally. The professors were confused, being far enough away from Harry not to see him clearly. 'See what I mean, Holly?' Harry asked silently as he ate.

Holly looked up from her own food and growled quietly. 'What the Hell is with these people? I mean, we're not putting out an aura like a Veela. So why are they acting like you are one?'

Harry pushed his plate away. 'Looks like they all forgot about what I did to Malfoy in Second Year. I warned you they were weak-willed for the most part. Thank Heavens I fixed up our tower.'

Holly nodded. 'This is kind of creepy. Is this what our sisters went through?'

The hybrid replied, 'They had it far worse. They're full-on Goddesses and didn't have a reputation of crushing anyone who came after them under heel. The big issue here is that they're all human teenagers. Few, if any of them, can really control their urges. The girls will be the real problem, I think. The boys will be disturbed enough by their reactions that they'll leave me alone. The girls, on the other hand, will likely try all sorts of dumb shit to get me to date them... or sleep with them.'

Holly sighed in resignation. 'The girls were annoying enough last year, always trying to use you like a teddy bear.' She listened in on some of the whispered conversations further down the table.

Harry sent an irritated look at the girls eying him. They turned away, blushing and giggling. 'Oh for fuck's sake, didn't Susan let them know I'm spoken for?' Harry focused his attention on the staff table. 'We seem to be a teacher short. I hope Albus doesn't try to foist the job off on me again.' The food vanished from the tables. Harry turned his attention to Dumbledore, who had stood up to make his yearly announcements.

"So!" said Dumbledore, smiling around at them all. "Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices."

"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office, if anybody would like to check it."

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched. He continued, "As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forest on the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all below third year. It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch

Cup will not take place this year."

Harry raised his brows in slight surprise. 'Is this what Grandpa was referring to?"

Dumbledore went on, "This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy - but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts -"

But at that moment, there was a deafening rumble of thunder and the doors of the Great Hall banged open. A man stood in the doorway, leaning upon a long staff, shrouded in a black traveling cloak. Every head in the Great Hall swiveled toward the stranger, suddenly brightly illuminated by a fork of lightning that flashed across the ceiling. He lowered his hood, shook out a long mane of grizzled, dark gray hair, and then began to walk up toward the teachers' table.

A dull clunk echoed through the Hall on his every other step. He reached the end of the top table, turned right, and limped heavily toward Dumbledore. Another flash of lightning crossed the ceiling.

Harry and Holly reached out to the wards, inspecting the newcomer. The pair masterfully concealed their surprise. The grizzled newcomer had a Dark Mark. A predatory grin stretched across Harry's face. The identification ward marked the man as Bartimus Crouch Jr.

The stranger reached Dumbledore. He stretched out a hand that was as badly scarred as his face, and Dumbledore shook it, muttering words Harry didn't bother paying attention to. He seemed to be making some inquiry of the stranger, who shook his head unsmilingly and replied in an undertone. Dumbledore nodded and gestured the man to the empty seat on his right-hand side. The stranger sat down, shook his mane of dark gray hair out of his face, pulled a plate of sausages toward him, raised it to what was left of his nose, and sniffed it. He then took a small knife out of his pocket, speared a sausage on the end of it, and began to eat. His normal eye was fixed upon the sausages, but the blue eye was still darting restlessly around in its socket, taking in the Hall and the students.

"May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" said Dumbledore brightly into the silence. "Professor Moody. He will be taking the place of Professor Lupin and Harry Potter."

It was usual for new staff members to be greeted with applause, but none of the staff or students chapped except Dumbledore and Hagrid, who both put their hands together and applauded, but the sound echoed dismally into the silence, and they stopped fairly quickly. Everyone else seemed too transfixed by Moody's bizarre appearance to do more than stare at him. Several students grumbled quietly about Harry not teaching again.

'Mad-Eye Moody?' Holly wondered, hearing other students whispering quietly about him.

Moody seemed totally indifferent to his less-than-warm welcome. Ignoring the jug of pumpkin juice in front of him, he reached again into his traveling cloak, pulled out a hip flask, and took a long draught from it. As he lifted his arm to drink, his cloak was pulled a few inches from the ground, and Harry saw, below the table, several inches of carved wooden leg, ending in a clawed foot.

'Polyjuice potion, maybe?' Harry thought to Holly. 'As far as I know, wizards don't have any other way of disguising themselves as another person, barring metamorphmagus abilities.'

Holly shrugged. 'I don't know, but he's definitely not Moody.' She thought for a minute. 'Who is Bartimus Crouch Jr., anyways? He's a Death Eater, but I don't recognize the name.'

Harry thought back to the records of Voldemort's terrorist activities. 'He's the son of a high-ranking official in the Ministry. Officially, this piece of garbage died years ago in Azkaban. Did he break out like Black did?'

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "As I was saying," he said, smiling at the sea of students before him, all of whom were still gazing transfixed at Mad-Eye Moody, "we are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

"You're JOKING!" said Fred Weasley loudly. The tension that had filled the Hall ever since Moody's arrival suddenly broke. Nearly everyone laughed, and Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively.

"I am not joking, Mr. Weasley," he said, "Though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar."

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.

"Er - but maybe this is not the time... no..." said Dumbledore, "where was I? Ah yes, the Triwizard Tournament... well, some of you will not know what this tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wander freely. The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turns to host the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities - until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued."

"There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the tournament," Dumbledore continued, "none of which has been very successful. However, our own departments of

International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time; no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger.

"The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in

October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are the most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money."

"Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts," he said, "the heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, has agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age - that is to say, seventeen years old or older - will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. This" —

Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, for several people had made noises of outrage at these words, and the Weasley twins were suddenly looking furious - "is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below sixth and seventh year will be able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion." His light blue eyes twinkled as they flickered over Fred's and George's mutinous faces. "I therefore beg you not to waste your time submitting yourself if you are under seventeen.

"The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October and remaining with us for the greater part of this year. I know that you will all extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us, and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. And now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop chop!"

Dumbledore sat down again and turned to talk to Mad-Eye Moody. There was a great scraping and banging as all the students got to their feet and swarmed toward the double doors into the entrance hall.

Harry silently crept off towards the tower he appropriated. Len and Holly rode on his shoulders, and his Servants grabbed his arms. Once he was out of sight, Harry transported the group to his tower rooms.

The four Servants returned to tangibility as Harry set to work reinforcing the wards he left up last school year. Tamamo joined him in securing their temporary home. Fran, Len, and Liz unpacked the group's belongings while Harry and Tamamo worked their magic.

A few minutes later, they were interrupted by a Patronus message. "Mr. Potter, I need to speak with you in the Hufflepuff common room", Professor Sprout said through the message.

Harry looked at the disappearing Patronus curiously. "What could she want?" he wondered. Harry turned to his family. "Tamamo, finish setting up the bounded fields. Fran, come with me. We'll go see what Sprout wants."

(Hufflepuff Common Room)

Harry entered the room silently. He eyed the professor and a nervous-looking First year student waiting on a couch. "What do you need, Professor?"

Sprout looked at Harry with annoyance. "Where have you been? You were nowhere to be found in the common room and your room was empty." She shook her head. "Never mind", she said. Sprout gestured to the First Year sitting beside her. "This is Kevin Whitby. He will be your roommate from now on."

The young boy looked at Harry with a small blush. He turned to the professor with a confused look on his face. "I thought I was going to share a room with another boy. She's a girl!" young Kevin exclaimed.

The professor looked at the First year with amusement. "Despite appearances, Harry here is actually a boy."

"But-but…" the boy sputtered, "He looks prettier than my mom!"

Harry pushed their conversation aside, smiling slightly at the boy's unintended compliment. "What do you mean by roommate?"

Sprout sighed. "Did you forget, Harry? When there are an odd number of First Year boys, the odd one out is roomed with an older student if one is available. You are the only one without a roommate, so young Kevin here will room with you." She looked confused. "Where are your things? Your room was empty, and the elves refused to bring them here."

Harry resisted the urge to face-palm. 'She just now noticed I don't sleep in the Hufflepuff dorms?' "Professor Sprout, I haven't slept in the Hufflepuff dorms since early second year. I appropriated another place to set up."

Sprout looked shocked. "What!? Where do you sleep then, and why did you abandon the dorm?"

"I set up shop in one of the abandoned towers. I've warded the place off so that no one else can enter. As for why, I needed more room to set up my experimental equipment."

"Experimental equipment? What are you doing up there?" Sprout asked.

Harry sighed. 'How should I explain this?' He planted his left hand on his subtly flared hip as he explained himself. "I tinker with runes and Muggle technology in my spare time. I only need around two hours of sleep per night due to certain… circumstances, so I occupy myself by making things like Prismakreuz here", he said, waving the bladed staff around with his right hand.

Professor Sprout was disturbed; hearing about her brightest Hufflepuff's sleeping habits. His oddly feminine body language also threw her off. She pushed aside any stray thoughts of her student's sexual orientation to address what she saw as the bigger issue. "You only sleep two hours a night!? Come on, we need to speak to Madam Pomphrey!" She exclaimed, reaching out to seize Harry's wrist.

Harry back-stepped out of her reach more quickly than the teacher could comprehend. He bluntly told her, "Madam Pomphrey already knows about my sleeping habits, and she has confirmed that it poses no risk to my health. Due to my… unique physiology and Occlumency, I require far less sleep than a normal person. If that is all, I'll be taking my leave. I was in the middle of renewing my wards when you called for me."

"Wait a minute, Mr. Potter! I cannot allow you to room outside of the dormitory", Professor Sprout exclaimed. "I shall send an elf to recall your luggage and send it to your dorm."

Harry repressed a snarl. Fran shifted in the background and Holly stirred on his shoulder, both of them feeling Harry's anger rising. "I refuse, Professor. I will not share a room with someone I know nothing about. My experiments and training are private! The last time I allowed others to see my training led to my near-death at the hands of one of your colleagues! I will not make the same mistake a second time!" Harry raged, recalling his encounter with Quirrell at the end of First Year.

A sad look stretched across Sprout's face as she remembered the incident as well. Her face firmed up. "Regardless of that dreadful incident, I must insist that you sleep in your assigned dormitory. Surely you don't believe that Hufflepuff of all groups would betray your trust?"

Harry shook his head resolutely. "I refuse. Goodnight, Professor. And be warned; my wards will hurt the house-elves should they attempt to take my things under your orders. Leave me in peace." Harry walked out of the common room, ignoring the worried Professor and shocked First Year.

(Harry's Tower)

Harry threw himself onto his couch with a sigh. Len took her usual seat on his lap. Holly curled up against his neck. The hybrid's three Servants stared at their irritated lover with mild surprise.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Tamamo asked.

Harry turned his attention to his kitsune. "Sprout tried to order me to sleep in the Hufflepuff dorms again… and share the dorm with a first year kid."

Tamamo's ears stood up straight. "What!? She wanted us to abandon our love-nest to babysit a brat!?" The rest of his lovers were similarly shocked.

"Yeah, that's what she wanted. Naturally, I said no", Harry replied. "There's no way I'd ever share a room with a kid. We'd probably scar him for life given our sex life."

Len got off of Harry's lap, pulling him up by his right hand with her. Liz took his other hand. The pair led Harry off to the bedroom, Fran and Tamamo following the trio eagerly. Liz turned around, pulling Harry into a needy kiss. She pulled away a moment later, smiling lustfully. "Speaking of our sex life…" The dragon trailed off, kissing her lover once again.

Holly flew off of Harry's shoulder to land on her miniature bed sitting on a dresser. Harry's four lovers surrounded him, stripping his clothes off with the ease of long familiarity. The hybrid shuddered in pleasure, feeling their soft hands caressing his body. Tamamo pulled out his collar, securing it around Harry's slender neck. Liz dropped to her knees. The dragon sucked Harry's cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head slowly, blowing her lover.

"Oh… Liz…" Harry groaned, enjoying the soft suction on his penis. He stiffened slightly, feeling Len's small hands caressing his ass. Harry felt his succubus spreading his butt cheeks apart. "Len? What are…" He lost his train of thought when he felt Len's small tongue worm its way into his asshole. "Len…" he moaned under the two-pronged assault. "What are you two doing…?" Harry asked the two servicing him. Harry seized Liz's horns, bucking his hips into her face.

Fran and Tamamo laid themselves out on their bed, fingering themselves while watching the other three. Holly followed suit on her own bed. Len pulled her tongue out of Harry's ass. "…" The succubus inserted her middle finger into his clenching hole in place of her tongue.

"Gah!" Harry shouted, feeling Len rubbing his prostate. Liz picked up her pace, bobbing her head more quickly and sucking his cock harder. The Servant's long tongue danced across the underside of her lover's penis, seeking his most sensitive spots. The young hybrid soon succumbed to the double assault. "Liz… I'm coming!" Harry gasped as he shot his cum down his dragon's throat. She pulled back, allowing the last of his load to land on her face. Harry collapsed to his knees.

Liz wiped her face clean and licked the collected cum off of her hands. She pulled Harry into an open-mouthed kiss, shoving her cum-covered tongue into his mouth. The pair passed his semen back and forth with their tongues. Len had wandered off towards the dresser while her lovers made out.

Liz pulled back with a naughty smile, swallowing the last of Harry's cum. Her clawed hands brushed across his renewed erection. "Ready for another round, Love?" she asked. Not waiting for an answer, Liz turned around on her hands and knees to offer her dripping twat. Her tail twitched aside. "See how wet I am? I got like this sucking your cock. Take responsibility and give me the fucking I need", she moaned out provocatively.

Harry spread her folds and guided his cock into Liz's welcoming depths. He moaned, feeling her tight cunt pulse around his aching hard-on. Harry grabbed her hips to hold her steady. "?" He grunted in surprise. Liz had wrapped her tail tightly around his waist, preventing her lover from pulling out to thrust properly. "Liz, what are you doing?" he asked.

Liz turned to throw a mischievous smile back at her Master. "We all decided to try something a little… different", she said, grinding her hips back into Harry's.

Harry stiffened in surprise. His head whipped around. Len was behind him once again, working her fingers into his tight asshole. The succubus's fingers were covered in some unknown substance. She fingered his ass, working the fluid into his clenching hole. "…" The bluenette shot him a lusty grin. She pulled her fingers out of his ass. She shuffled closer to his hips on her knees.

"Len?" he asked, feeling her spread his butt cheeks. Harry stiffened when something brushed against his back door. The hybrid cried out as his ass was slowly forced open by the intruder. "Len!?" he shouted as the succubus buried her regrown cock into his asshole. She grabbed his hips, steadily working her way deeper into his lubricated anus. Harry shuddered when Len's hips met his ass. "Oh God…" he gasped out.

Len was buried to the hilt in his ass, and he was balls-deep in Liz's cunt. Liz unwrapped her tail from around his waist. Harry was in too much shock to move, so Len took up the slack. She pulled out halfway and slammed her dick back into Harry's ass. The force pushed him deeper into Liz. The dragon bucked her hips back into his, driving his cock back into her.

Len and Liz soon set up a steady rhythm, bucking into Harry's ass and dick at the same time. Harry groaned as the pair sandwiched his hips. He couldn't move on his own. The pair thrust together, burying him into Liz while Len bottomed out in his clenching asshole. The only thing Harry could do was hold on to Liz's hips for dear life while the girls fucked him silly.

"Oh… do you like… having your… butt fucked, Harry?" Liz panted out. The feel of his cock driving deep into her core and the knowledge that Len was doing the same to Harry's ass was driving her arousal up quickly. Her tail wrapped around her lover's waist again. The dragon used her grip to push back into Harry's hips harder and faster. Wet squelching sounds came from her stuffed, dripping cunt as she neared orgasm.

Len adjusted her tempo to match Liz. The succubus panted with her tongue hanging out as she drilled her Master's anus. Quiet moans tore themselves out of her throat as Harry's muscles clamped down on her well-lubricated dick. She could feel her seed rising in her loins, ready to fill her lover's anus full of her cum.

"Len… Liz…" Harry could barely speak. The pleasure he felt from his ass and cock was incredible! He knew from his experience as Amethyst that anal sex felt incredible, but he had never tried it as a male before. His breath came out in gasps. Harry could feel his balls swell with cum, and Len swelling in his ass. "I'm… gonna… cum…!" he warned his lovers. Liz's cunt clamped down on his cock, and his anal muscles contracted around Len. A flood of hot cum coated his anus, setting the hybrid off. Harry's vision went white as the trio came.

"Harry…" Liz moaned. Shots of hot seed sprayed into her cunt. The head of Harry's cock met her cervix, sending the rest of his load into her womb. The heat and stimulation sent her over the edge. Her head fell to the floor as pleasure swept through her body. Liz's muscles rippled along her lover's length, milking him of his life-giving seed. She caressed her stomach softly, feeling her womb filling with Harry's semen. 'Someday, I'm going to have his child.' She thought for a moment. 'Or maybe Amethyst will bear my child instead', Liz considered.

Len pushed herself as deeply into her Master's tightening hole as she could. The succubus shuddered in pleasure as she fired her load into Harry's ass. She draped herself across his back, leaving her softening cock in his butt. Len panted quietly as she tried to recover her strength. After all, the group was far from finished with Harry for the night.

Fran, Holly, and Tamamo all came around the same time as the trio on the floor. They all laid there basking in the afterglow as Harry, Len, and Liz recovered. They traded grins as they looked at the slack expression on Harry's face.

Len finally pulled out of Harry a minute later. She cleaned off her cock with a wet tissue. The succubus turned Harry's head towards her and pulled him into a kiss. Liz crawled out from under Harry as the pair made out. The dragon took up position behind Harry, lubing up her sprouting cock. Len got on her hands and knees before Harry, spreading her folds with a hand. He sheathed his renewed erection into her tight cunt.

"God, you're tight, Len", Harry exclaimed as he bottomed out. He paused, feeling Liz spread his ass open. He looked back at his dragon. "Are you really…?"

Liz gave him a toothy grin. "That's right! Every one of us is going to take a turn fucking your ass, Harry!" She pushed the head of her weeping hard-on against his back door. "Just relax… we've got a long, hard night ahead…"

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{I'll end this here for now. I had more planned out, but I'll just toss it into the next chapter. Heaven only knows what will happen when I try to type that up. In addition to my earlier problems, I had a power failure and a heater malfunction when I was working on this. Just… what the Hell?}