The Author - Hi peopel!! Another chapter, and I just want to say somethnig to some critics (from adultfanficton, on fanficti . net the people are really liking my work[but some people from adultfanfictoni too are sending me messsages that I really liked, thanks for you all too!!]). I don't know what are want from me. Every new chapter, I keep posting new stuff, developing the characters, revealling a bit more about the personalities and peculiarities of the characters. The mecha wolf blood is revealling itself more and more, but people say I don't write well. I thnik these critics aren't really reaching the upper level chapters, that's what I think. I don't want to fight, but the think is, you must read the good stuff before criticizing the entirety of the work. They read the first weak chapter and say it's all banned and all that. Sorry for the people who dont want get intervened inside these bullet flying ffights, but I must open my heart at how I'm feeling at all this (and I don't want to coble the review section with answers). No, I will not cease and desist, this is the project of my live, and I'm goint till the em. If you have suggestions on how to imprive the story, I'm very opened to advices (but please, read not only the first only, but the other ones too to really help me with this). So, have now a cool new brand chapter.
Note 1 - I only make a recomendation for this one. The action goes inside Hagrid's bar, and there's music for Hary's performance, sio, when I wrote this chapte, I was hearing My Boold Valentine (Loveless, the cool one!!) so, if you wanna hear it while reading, you can enter inside my head a little bit. And drink a fine whine (if you are over eighteen, if not, drink something purple...but not bleach). Enjoy!
Note 2 – As I sayid in my profile, because of the college, I will only updating at weekends. This is valid for Wolf blood Lineage chapters and new stories apart from this one. My next one will be a musical one, a request someone made almost a month ago and I had no courage to do...but next week, it will be here on the sire.
The Wolf Blood Lineage
Chapter Eight – The Premonition
Harry Potter was ready to go up and take the stage for himself. The chills in his spines were causticating the perceptions of his inner most soulful desires. The show must be perfect, and no less than his entire capacitances are going to be tested in front of the radiancing audience.
Harry goes up the small stairs, go thru the destiny curtains, and enter the capricornial stage. Lustful eyes are looking, thousands of hearts throbbing awaiting for that witcheryful boy, to unclothe his carbon fiolled skin of cantaloupe faith. Harry was immersed in a flamming ball of shameful promptositions. How can such an untrained blaster master of bitter agony like him can get free from the bounds of a cotton clad worshipper society of crunkcore followers? Indeed, he must fight the concorde, or else, Foxy's needed money will be foregoned, and she will never forgive his misconduicts towards the baby bommer flower of that precocious interstated loving girl.
So, Harry move to the center of the stage. The corned eyes are awaiting. Harry looks up, sees stroboschopic pinky lights washing his ready to dance corpse. To the right, a long and metallic rod, it's the pole dancing apparatus that will be put to use this tonight. Hagrid was very liking his new aquisition for the whorehouse. It's a very fine hand made phallic lust concerned structure that will guarantee much cash in his pockets. Yeh, the business is expanding, and he plans to build franchises all over the country side of England next week. But for now, he just wanna to see beuty pager Potter and his bodacious body of affection and fleshy tasty flavour. But Hagrid is not gay, not that there's anythnig wrong with that.
So, Harry Potter is almost ready. But he is worried. How can his frail unabused corpse can strip dance and pole swing at the same mournful time? The skills among his fingers are coconuts at best, and without mantra preparations, it'ns umpossible to cause a good imprisseion at the paying wizardry costumers.
Foxy, that was with with Carl Johnson, CJ, at a table, saw the mercyless blush of primal contortions of undecided liberating bones on Harry's pale crushed face of unrealized chilled expectations. So, she goes there at the stage front and calls Harry to offer comfort and peace:
"What ae you doing motherfucked?? !!?!? Goi there now and shake your humps or I'll drill your ass with my newly acquired rock grinding dick!!!!!"
Harry falls on the stage's groung,m appaled with the concils of that flowery girl. Yes, he must go, the fate of Hogwarts depends on his apologetic performance. So, Harryaproaches the pole metal. He rubs it, felling the pilgrim texture of that cilindrical phallus. Harry thinks to himself:
"OH, if I knew this sensation was so good, I would pole myself earlier in my life..."
Harry buttocks are contradicting in excitation and love with that titanic rod. He rubs it harder, and enlaces it with his right leg:
"Huuuu.....it's oddly coldy...it's freezing my skin...but...so.......................carterpillar...."
Harry's pubic hair are dancing like pink flamingoes copulating at the hooligan's booze party. Harry, while spinning around the unflaccid metal god, goes shirtless,and throw his shirt at the audience. Minerva McGonagall is the lucky catcher. She picks Harry's sweating upper clothe and sniffs and savour it's decalicious smell. She is so horny that immediately, goes all naked and start to stroke the moist shirt inside her dry and bleeding cesspool she calls vaginae.
The shirt's sweat impregnates inside Minerv's cunt, blending with her own smell and creates an outrageously putrid rotten platypus eggs smell, deteriorating her decaying sterilllle utterus and forming pustulating abscesses all over her crotch.
The obscenes abscesses are black and cancerous and immediatley start to spread all over McGonagalls scriotunic poultry body. Her boobs are quickly drying over them is self consuming itself. Black leeches are emerging from her tits and enters again in her body to jolt acidic liquids on her bones, dissolving then like smashed lemonades.
Every witch and wizard at the whorehouse is disgusted and shocked by that cosmic horror unfolding before their eyes. Harrry on the stage is so affected he vomits all over the carcinogenic body of Mcgonagall, worsening her heuristic state of dying puke.
Foxy cannot hide her horror seeing that scene and immediatley calls an ambulance with the cell phone Hagrid gave her. She can only wait and watch McGonagalls eye orbs dry at the skull, launching gobs of blood and pus as Minerva tries to maintain the eyes in a sanity reservoir. Her ears are melting, the mouth is exploding and the nose is dirty. She haven't cleaned it in weeks.
After some minuter os suffering and desintegration, an ambulance arrives and picks McGognalls to take to the hospital. Foxy, Hatty Potter and CJ go along to see what happens. Harry's girlfrined, Ginny Wealey goes along too.
So...at the ambulance, the paramedic goes to examine Minerva decomposing dying corpse. Harry asks what is it:
"So mister medic...what's up with the old chick?"
The paramedic anachrolizes Minerva scarred foreskin and gives a premilinary analyzys:
"Mister Potter, I think auntie Minerva has been infected by some alucinorgenic pathological subject...we must wait the doctor's opinion"
So the ambulance rushes thru the transit at the two o clock in the mourning and finally reaches the hospital. Fast and steadly, Minerva is conducted to the observation room, and Foxy, Harry and Ginny are accompanying the operation. While the surgeon does the surgery, Foxy asks the condition:
"So mister surgeon...she will live?"
"Foxy" answer the neighbourly doctor "I don't even know if Minerva is still alive...but" and the doctor continues the surgical procedences. Foxy sweats a bit, moisting the ground of the surgical room. So, while the doctor operates Minerva, Foxy asks questions to /Harry:
"Harry...I really liked what you did to me today there on the stage...you proved you wanted to go to the end of time to help me sense of self identity."
Hgarry gets very embarassed, but Ginny kneads his buttocks, so he gets a bit calm:
"Yeah...that was a clinker one...but Hagrid was cool with that. He said the bread would get in my pockets tomorrow."
"Bread? Like...money?"
"Jake...it's that I rediscovered Elvis recently."
"I didn't knew you liked Elvis..."
"Neither do I...but...somehow...when you changed appearance and your hormones boiled blast in the sky...I think I got affected...even Ginny is hearing Elvis with me."
Ginny slaps Harry on the face:
"Wha's that jitterbug chick?!?!?!" asks confused Harry.
"Never say again I listen to Elvis." answer a infatuated Ginny. Even the sunflower on her hair spits on Harry perception of her tastes.
"Stop right there you popsikle stick!!! Didn't you know you shitty hippy bands owns a fucking lot to the king?"
"Owns nothing!!!! Janis would have sing the same if ElvisPugsley would haven't existed...even better if you ask me!!!
"So you say little honey!! It seens all your greenery diet is sackbutting your pea shaped brain."
"What the...you must be blitzed Harry...let's boogie down this behaviour...here...have this one...it's from a golden harvest" and them Ginny gives a nice pot cigarrete that he promptly smokes a joint...to feel the swing and forget the clash of generations. The surgeon doctor smells the pot fumes and look at the corner of the room, were the boys are waiting:
"Hey you freaks...don't you know it's forbidden to smoke inside the hospital?"
Harry immediatly feels bad for his attitude. The doctor approaches Harry and pull off the cigarette from Harry's hand. The doctor them put it on his own lips and start to smoke the weed:
"Okay...now you stay quiet while I fix your bloated teacher here."
Foxy don't get intimidated by the porky doictor and continues to talk:
"Hey Harry...and what about our plans to kill Dumble...you know who...so....I asked CJ and some homies from his neighboorhood will help with the attack. But CJ said he must acknowledge Hogwarts first."
Harry is a bit sad with the lost weed...but he answers neverthless:
"I see...I think we need to put CJ inside Hogwarts...as a student."
"What? Isn't he a bit older to study witchery anymore?"
"Nahh...we fake his identity and bribe the sorting hat. This phase of the plan will be easy...the problem is how we will attack Dumble...yopu know who."
Foxy scratches her head for a while. Probably, the best way to blows up Dumbledore's ass is a full frontal attack, because Dumbledore will never expec someone attacking him in front of his eyes. As a smart and resouseful guy he is, he probably have all kinds of countermeasures against plans of attack. But one he don't have is against a no plan attack. If you attack him without a plan, he have no anti measure, because you have no plan to him conter attack you. And that's thesecret poker card Foxy is hiding inside her fast smart mecha wolf brain.
"We talk about that later Foxy..." says Ginny... "but say somethnig to me...what do you think about...open relashionships?"
"Hum?" Foxy gets conufsed "open relashionship? Like a wife letting the husband fuck a whore?"
"More or less like that. You see...I thinks you are very attractive...wouldn't you like to do a threesome with me and Harry tomorrow at Hagrid's place?"
Harrry gets so shocked he falls on the groundand his nose spills gallons of blood:
"WHAT!!!!! What are you thnking Ginny? You want to fornicate with my best friend, want me to participate and don't even ask me first?!!?! You are insane chick!!!!"
"What a square you are Harry" says Ginny "slow down your pompadour and let the groovy waves take you with the marshmellows..."
"No fucking way!!!! Do you think it's that easy?????? All the dynamics of our realashionship will change and probably our moral codes will get lax to accomodate new boogie woogies from your jinxed brains!!!"
Foxy don't quitte understand all that perpetration. Actually, she is a bit worried. What a strange proposal by Ginny, a homo erotic relashionship sharing a chosen one wizard on the bed of flowers. Yet, Foxy felt strangely aroused by the proposal...is it the penis she grew in the prison? But she felt attracted to Harry at the same time...what all this means? Foxy don't undestand all the changes her body have been going in these days...everythnig is going so fast see can't even thnik about it all with a mature head.
"Alright..." says Foxy.
"What?" asks Harry.
"Excellent." says Ginny.
"Harry gets angry:
"You can't be seious...what about our long term friensdship? It will be all over after all this!!"
"Harry..." says Foxy "this is somethnig...I don't know why...but inside my own blossomedic heart...I feel we need to do this...it's feeling almost as a premonition...like...this way we will get answers..."
Harry's dick is very hard thinking about how good it will be to fuck two girls at once...but his moral standarts corrupts his animal compasses. The clashing surfaces of his soul are battling agaist a power unconceivable to a chosen one wizard in his sixteen years. But the fate of the mecha wolf depends on him...the mysterys revolving around the wizard hatred against these old friends turned enemies shakes his mind. He must know the truth.
"Okay Foxy...tomorrow...we do a Menage-a-Trois...." and Harry sighs in disapointment.
All the three of them get quiet. They been talking for some while, and now...Foxy sees that the doctor surgery hasn't protested against their noise. So Foxy looks stright to see what happened. The doctor is lay with his upper body on Minerva's laying body...what the fuck? Foxy go towards this strange scene...and when she gets near, she sees...McGonagall is eating the doctor brains!!!!! Minerva Macgonagall turned into a Zombie!!!!!!!!
Eighth Chapter End