"Oh, yes." Said Pransy Parkinson.
She was on the exact same plane as Harry and all of his friends but because of her Darkgroom Darco Malfoy's parent's money she was afforded the luxury of riding in first class. The seats in the first class section were much more thoroughly cushioned and spaced further apart, which had been suiting Hagrid just nicely. As Pansy's next gimp he accompanied her at all of the time and was surprised to find he could easily fit his halfgiant girth between the seats that Pansy and her Darkgroom were draped over, side to pale side. Draco was flipping turgidly through some tome or other, his pale bony fingers gripping the dusty well worn pages.
"Wait!" Pansy gasped urgently, and then, "okay, no, that's good, keep that up," she was talking so loud in there that Draco could alsmo hear her from al lthe way in his seat next to the empty ones she and Hagrid had just left. About an hour and a half into the flight, after the first class dinner had been served, roast lobster with buttered rolls and miniature black forest ham sandwhiches with orange juice or, for passengers of suitable age, orange juice with a little kick, some Vodka poured into it. Once the two liquids are properly synergized they produce what is known as a Screwdriver Drink and quite a few of the wealthier staff members, like Snape and Professor Flitwick, who had just recently inherited his late great uncles oil fortunes had been knocking the Screwdriver drinks one by one and getting a really pleasant affect, the air in the spacious compartment filled as with a miasma but not of deadly nerve toxins but good natured talking instead. The Vodka was doing it's job
. But back to the task at hand! After Pansy had thoroughly tucked away at least five of the delecious ham sandwhiches and then gnawed down a whole haunch of lobster, Draco, who secretly harbored an intense "gainer" fetish, watched in rapt sexual tension.
Pansy had a fierce way of eating. She was a refined and classy girl, most of the time. In the sack she was a beast, and she was little less at the dinner table, or as her slack jawed first class fellow passengers were learning even at the plane seat as well! She didn't know why she ate so quickly, it clearly made people around her uncomfortable and usualy she did her best no raise any eyebrows.. at least not in that type of way... because if one thing can be said about Pansy Parksinon it's that she never takes no for an answer and always get what she wants, ready to rip the jugular out of life to get what ever she wants. And she had learned from a very early age that to get what she wanted to she to give. Quid Pro Quo, her mantra, she knew that society has rigidly enforced expectations of young women, and it was her duty, she felt, upon recognizing this expectations to fill that role, the role of the perfect little girl, sugar and spice and everything nice, and lips, and...
After all of that exhausting, whirlwind fervency of the meal had passed away, at least for Pansy, since she ate so quickly all the other passengers were still only part way done by the time she had quite finished. So she was alone to go the bathroom to make room for desert... alone that is except for her gimp, who could no longer respond to the name "Hagrid," as it amused her, the exertion of her puissance to take his very name!
"Yes. Just. Like... That!" Pansy continued to wail out.
Unbeknownst to pretty much everyone on the plane Pansy was not in the bathroom for any kind of voiding at all, quite the contrary, nothing was going out, except words from her mouth and sweat from her brow, but something was going in... gimps fat sausagey middle finger. She was getting fingered by Hagrid while he knelt on the ground, an extra wide dildo shoved up inside him far enough to hold and stay put for a good long time. The gimp's dildo had it's name etched in pink along the side, the i dotted with a broken heart. Draco had drawn it on himself with the upmost of care, Pansy had high expectations for not only her gimps and fluffers but also her lovers, yet Draco was up to the task. The adornment he had added was perfect. The end of the dildo had a long black dog's tail on the end, because Pansy like to tease Hagrid and call him her dog and also he ate out of a dog bowl sometimes when the dark fancy struck her.
As he alternated between thrusting his girthy middle finger in and out of Pansy Hagrid began to think of the day when that finger would be on her hand, not in her private parts. His pecker was hard again, she didn't notice it though because he had on a chastity belt. His pecker was too small for the chastity belt to hinder an errection.
Pansy was sweating heavily, large salty gobs of it fell onto Hagrids shoulders and the crown of his furry tangled head. The hair at the top of Hagrid was good indication of what was going on below and even had Hagrid been endowed with an average or even well above average pecker it would have been impossible to spot it amongst his bushy light brown forest of pubic hair. His lower belly which curverd looming over head of his crotch was covered in a thatch of his sandy hair as well and unless he stood with a perfectly staright back the two intermingled making an already hairy situation worse!
Pansy licked her lips, ran her hand across her forehead with shone with perspiration until she had accumulated a lot of it on the side of her hand. She chopped at the air but without hitting anything. She wasn't actually trying to karate chop anything, had never even taken classes, but was instead forcing the moisture off of her hand. When she had scooped it up the plan all along had been to use it in some way to further degrade her girmp. Despite the fact that he was currently loving it, still on cloud nine, the honey moon stage, she had begun to grow tired of the routine. America had been fun but she found that she dearly missed her latex lycanthrope, waiting for her back at home, probablty starving the poor dear.
A few months earlier Susan Bone's had been turned into a werewolf, during a skirmish with the Slytherins she was captured, shaved completely smooth and poured into a violently pink Zentai suite. She was originally supoused to have been killed but Pansy took one look into the heratbroken beast's eyes and knew that she had found, despite never having searched or even believed in such a thing beforehand, a soul mate. Pansy had demanded that Susan Bones be given safe passage and even the rarely invoked honors of the "Guest of House" rites. All the Slitherings where thirsty for blood, foaming at the mouths practically, but that also knew that the rites were an important and inescapble piece of the laws of Slythero The Founder.
The wretched creature, formerly a normal little girl, now transformed, forever probably, into a beast. Pansy knew how she felt, and yet how?she would wonder to herself time and again. 'I certainly am no beast,' she reasoned, 'certainly...'
Either way, Pansy was pretty sure that she and Susan had a future together. Hagrid failed to pick this up, he wasn't especially bright, or an empath like Draco. The whole time he was fingering Pansy in the bathroom she was fantasizing about Susan Bones while he had been fantasizing about finally working up the nerve to ask her father for her hand in marriage and then proposing, down on one knee, or all fours if that's how she wanted it.
Meanwhile in the first class seats, Draco sat brooding silenece. This was his usual default state and so no one really noticed his silence much, but this time he wasn't just having a passing fancy or stray thought, he was focused deeply, on the astral level, flexing his empathic muscles. His summer vacation had been spent in the legendary town of Cassadaga, immortalized since by Connor O'berst and the Bright Eyes Band in their song, "Cassadag". The spooky little town is located in the lower half of the United States, in , United States, just north of Deltona. It is especially known for having a large number of psychics and mediVolusia County, Floridaums, and has consequently been named the "Psychic Capital of the World".[1]
Every night he spent looking at those Floridian night skys his inert astral power came to, little by little, from its long years of rest. The Power had been within him from birth, as heralded by the alignment of the stars and meteor shower on the night of his birth 12 years ago, it had lain fallow all these dozen years. It was most likely the Power itself that had given him the confidance to approach a seventh year bombshell like Pansy out in the first place, but either way, he had suceeded and she had been his Darkbride ever hence.
Even though Draco's pyschic ability was off every chart the befuddled mystics and shamans and sages of that tiny little Florida town could draw up or even imagine it was still budding, still coming to fruition and as such he had some major blocks in the use of it. For one thing he was almost completely unable to read or understand fully emotions that he would rather not be aware of. As such he could feel the intense surge of passions welling out of hte plane, but he could not tell from whence they came or from whom they originated. If he had known his heart would have been shattered utterly and irrevocably. And so a quarintined, small, far flung corner of his conciousness sheilded him from this, it would come to pass in time that Draco would finally garner the control of his powers to meet this remarkable being, and the journeys they would then share could fill libraries, but one thing at a time!
Draco slid from his seat, moving at a snails pace, he wanted to find whoever was having sex and get a good peek at it! He was only twelve and did not really undesrtand what "Doing It" was, could barely say the word "Sex" itself without giggling, even if it were in reference to gender or some other inocuos usage... But he figured that since he had a mature 18 year old girlfriend he ought to go a head and learn about it sooner or later. And better soon than later!
Draco figured that stealth would be his biggest asset in the quest he was embarking upon, aside from of course his empathic astral sight, and so he got off on a right, and stealthy foot but lifting up from his seat so slowly as to not draw any attention to himself. He was standing out in the very aisle of the plane itself a while later and not a soul notice him, and they conti nued on in their ignorants as he stalked slowly down. Luckily for him he had been in the front seat and he could just creep down the plane and eventually he would get so see some sex.
Draco could feel the lustfull emotions stronger than ever after only a minute or two out of his seat. He was a little frightened, just a tad overwhelm at hte prospect of finally crossing such an important bridge on his journey through life, and longed for the familiarity of his comfy over stuffed seat. But he had taken the first step, and if his father had taught him anything in all his life it was that once a journey begins it can never finish until it is done. Draco continued on a little faster, the feeling he detected seemed to be reaching some sort of climax and he feared they would soon miss his chance.
He passed by the bathroom that his Darkbride was cheating on him in. The hairs on the back of his pale skinny neck raised as he walked by her, something seemed to be tugging at his memories. If he could only have calmed himself down enough to remember that Pansy had gotten up to go to the bathroom minutes ago, and she had had that gimp with her as well. But he kept on creeping down the aisle, even after the astral output had faded to nil and the two lovers had obviously spent themselves. Draco pressed on, hoping to at least catch sight of some people cuddling in the nude, he desperately wanted to see a man's penis. He was not a homosexual or interested in age play but he just wanted to know what his pecker looked like next to that of a full grown man's.
Draco would often catch himself daydreaming in class about on of the faculty members and their mature adult penis. What would be the heft of it? The weight? Was there much give and pull or did they become firmer over time? Draco desperately asked these questions and more to himself always and yet answers never seemed forthwith.
The sexual feelings had all but resided completely by the time Draco snuck into the coach section of the plane. The air here was foul, it stank of axe cologne, perspiration, cheap meals and cheap polyester body odor. 'How the working class manage to live with themselves is just beyond me,' Draco mused smugly, but with only one corner of his mind, the other part of his conciousness was still disecting earlier thoughts. For instance, what would it be like to place his penis next to Snape's? Did grown men compare size and girth with one another or was that taboo or just something for the homosexuals and gays? Draco thought that a grown man's penis would undoubtedly be better than a teenage boy's penis although he didn't know much about adult men in that way that seemed to be the one sure thing he could count on.
As he searched, ducking occasionally to check underneath seats, he got to thinking about Professor Slughorn... He was probably the oldest man at Hgowarts aside from that daft old fraud (and mudblood lover to boot!) Dumbledore who was the recipient of so much of Draco's scorn that the pale young wizard could barely bring himself to even think about the Headmaster without his blood pressure taking a spike. But he liked Slughorn much better, far better than he had taken to any of the other Professors at Hogwarts. He had been close to Quirell in his first year, but Harry had seen to that for him, the twat, and for the longest time Draco had felt pretty much alone at that big old, cold, school... That is, until Professor Slughorn had stepped in and taken him under his wing.
Once Draco had become a member of The Slug Collection, as the group of students hand picked to attend secret dinners by Slughorn were called, he started to feel like Hogwarts was a place that he belonged. The meetings were marvelous and put him in mind of the elagant parties his mother and father would often throw, after ushering/ forcing him upstairs and into bed early so as to not ruin their fun. "Well look at me now mommy and daddy!" He thought gleefully when he had sat down to the table at his very first meeting.
He had been just Eleven back then, his first year of school. And he had found himself surrounded by much older students. There were a trio of sixth year Hufflepuff girls, a sixth year Ravenclaw couple, only one Gryffindor, a seventh year, and four more Slitherins, all seventh years. Being surrounded by so many older students gave Draco a sense of pride and also set him to wondering for the first time about the penises of older teen agers. Until that point when he had thought about penises in general and not just his own he had always been considering the penises of fully grown men. Men in their thirties and up, grizzled men hardened by labor and toil, men with bristling thatches of pungent body hair, men with hair knotted muscles... men.
But now he wondered about young men, around the ages of 17 and up, through to until about the tweenties or so. The transitory period seemed to be specific to the male in question, Draco had noticed.
Professor Slughorn was a person of extreme import and as such all the discusions that flavored the weekly dinners took on that same weighty tone. A good deal of what was said had directly and easily applicable worth to Draco and it paid off handsomely for him to listen closely. It always chanced that he would hear something that would bring him considerable profit, and yet, he would often doze off a little and think about the differences between Slughorns penis and the penises of the younger men assembled at the table. Draco of course had never seen any of their penises but he felt like he had a pretty good idea none the less. The younger men's penises, he liked to imagine, were a much lighter shade than what he figured Slughorn's penis would be colored. He also was pretty sure that as men get older their penises would take on a somewhat coarse texture and imagined how much smoother the younger men must be compared to his favorite professor.
Slughorn walked with a stiff gait and favored his left leg. Draco surmised that his penis was unusually heavy and tilted to the side becuase of this.