POV SHIFT: Severus Snape
I forgot to explain ur on night watch, and you find yourself just walking around or something.
You had planned for Draco to take down the Potter boy, but it backfired! Slytherin was no longer in the lead :\ You cursed James' name as you prepared to do night watch.
"Severus."
A chill crawled down your spine. Girl wtf
it was that crazy bitch McGonnagal
"We need to talk."
You pretended not to hear and began to frantically pace down the hall.
Instead of chasing you, she appeared right in front of you, almost causing you to faint. You attempt to speak, but the words aren't coming out correctly. Minerva beats you to it.
"You and the frog boy. You and the Malfoy boy. What's with you? Grown ass man." Suddenly a glob of mucus comes flying down upon your goblin-knitted golden-gleaming Slytherin blazon bearing blouse.
You blush. Had this wicked witch found out about you, Severus Andrew Snape, having a thing for frogs? So what? It didn't hurt anyone, and the frogs loved it! Your member trembled at the very thought of them, their soft, scaly skins crawling atop your supple hide. You're forced to mentally slap yourself to get the image out of your demented mind; it would do no good to have these thoughts in front of this witch, unless…?
"Minerva, I simply must ask… You boast the ability to transfigure into any creature yet; I haven't seen you take the form of a frog?"
Minerva laughs, apparently brushing off the very thought of being unable to do such a moronic metamorphosis. "Well, of course, I could become a frog. Allow me to show you, Andrew. Pullus Lepidobatrachus Laevis!" The incantation comes out far too fast for you to even attempt to prevent its production, not that you ever would; you had been fantasizing about this since you had the misfortune of meeting this cat c*nt.
With the disappearance of Minerva's large frame comes a glorious sound, a loud plop of glop smashing into the polished puce floor. You look down to see the most fetching frog to ever find itself within Hogwarts, right in front of you, vulnerable.
Just as your breeches hit the floor, the frog transforms into a 6'6 Amazonian warrior with a whip. Her toned tan frame is adorned with furs from various wizarding creatures. Most shocking is the stitched frog skin sheathing her breasts. The whip gleams flawlessly from the nearby candlestick, the striking strap looks state-of-the-art; you would surely be its first subject.
Her beautiful, androgynous face contorts into a sickening sneer, "You stupid freak! You really thought you could just have your way with me? A pitiful old frog lady? Did you truly believe you were to stick your slick, shriveled shaft into my tight Anura anus? No… You'll never have things your way, you vile git,"
"Incarcerous!"
Appearing from the ground, thick ropes embrace your wrists and ankles. You struggle, which makes it even worse as the rope slithers beneath your knickers and alongside your throbbing member. You feel your early grease come gushing out of your gasping urethra. The rope pulls more and more out of you, your wrinkles straining against their barbarous brushes.
You watch in awe as the ropes advance into your robes, disarming you from your precious wand. The thick tool moved downwards, precociously placed against your pucker. However, it instead reverses its journey back up, finding itself prodding your urethra. The blunt tip goading your entrance to gasp around its length, it eventually succeeds. You feel yourself stretch around something for the first time; it brings a groan from the depths of your gravelly bowels.
The next few minutes can only be explained by one expression; ecstasy.
The pleasure continues to increase, the coarse cords Mcgongal had set out now softened by the chunky pool of cream condensing beneath your crotch. Your skin no longer burns with each stroke; you can only feel the blaze of rapture kindling in your tummy.
Your haze of bliss comes to an abrupt break when the sound of a wail (noticeably not yours) comes to your captors' attention. Suddenly, a rotund redhead comes racing down the hall, screaming bloody murder. In an apparent moment of shock, Mcgongal summons even more vines, tripping the young boy and immediately ensnaring him.
"Waaahh…?" comes a hazy moan.
"WAAHH!" the boy finds himself cast into the air and caught by his legs, hanging capsized from the rafters, the perfect view to observe your torment.
Speaking of… With Minerva's glacial glare returned to you, the tickling sensation of the cords coasting across your skin begins anew. With this fresh feeling, your fatigued flesh flute finds itself rising to its former firmness.
However, it turns out leaving your cock unattended when it had previously been on the edge of climax was a costly mistake. For the second it had resurrected, a torrid tide of stored jism came seeping out, pooling at your base.
Mcgonnegel snickered at your misfortune, then brandished her whip. You could feel your alabaster complexion paling at its reveal. Your mind had almost elapsed its evil existence.
"Ribbit for me, Severus."
Huh..? No… You couldn't. You could never bring shame upon the Snape name in such a way. However, it was the disgrace or the leash, and you refused to be treated like some misbehaving muggle.
Just as you are about to perform the sacrilegious act, a miracle is delivered directly from the gates of Heaven.
"Ribbit, Wahhhhhhh"
It was the thoughtless toad boy! He had done what no other could! He surely deserved at least 10 house points for this heroic effort.
Minerva turned to the boy and growled, her muscular form rippling with each decibel. With her attention diverted, the strength of the surrounding ropes slackened! In haste, you find yourself running down the hallway; it was almost time for potions class!
As you flee, you manage to catch an agonized moan from the poor boy; you would never forget his spirited, stupid, and courageous act.