Monica and Chester-Allen Granger had it all, money, respect and they lived lives of extravagant luxury. And yet they were oft overcome with their woe, alone, just the two of them in their gigantic, empty house. Down cavernous halls no gay patter of little feet ever rang sweetly in the air, instead a weighty silence settled over the house and over their lives...
"This place will never be a true home without children in it!" Monica said one day.
Chester-Allen was awestruck! They were both well into their 50's because up until that point they had no time to start a family while climbing the social and corporate ladders of success.
"I don't think this neighborhood is safe though!" He protested. They didn't live in a safe neighborhood at all it would seem...
But Monica got her way. Nine months later she crouched, hugging her swollen belly, her pulsing, distended vaginal lips drooped loose and rubbery with a coarse coating of dark stubble, swaying to and fro with each stertorous breath Mrs' Granger shakily expelled, that would not be the only thing she would expel! The rhythmic motion wafted a sharp tangy odor throughout the room which began to feel very close indeed despite its 12 foot ceiling...
Not half an hour earlier Monica had thoroughly ruined some grapes she had been stomping when her water broke. They made their own wine, sometimes anyway.
"Chester-Allen!" She cried out, "get in here the baby coming!"
Monica had always wanted to give birth but nobody had told her how messy and painful it could be! Her husband finally came to the room, when she saw him the betrayal felt raw and fresh, "you liar this isn't easy at all!" she accused Chester-Allen. She positively screamed at him.
Monica selected the Downward Dog yoga pose with her body. That way the baby's passage out her vagina and ovipositor can be aided by gravity so it doesn't fall back inside and get stuck somewhere. She certainly wouldn't want that to happen!
Sometimes stupid or lazy women didn't understand how to properly give birth. Chester-Allen sure hoped his wife was 'up to snuff', as they used to say, all those years ago...
A steady trickle of blood and effluvia seeped out of her to splash and puddle upon the floor. The Grangers kept a shag carpet that was very deep and busy but there was so much ejecta issuing turgidly forth from Monica Granger's inflamed nethers that it soon permeated every strand and follicule of that thick and dusty carpet. It was already very filthy because they don't make that kind of carpet anymore and now this...
Chester-Allen knew her favorite movie was Friday the 13th 3D but she kept flailing around in the agony of the birthing process so the glasses wouldn't stay on properly while she thrashed around wildly.
Mrs' Granger's vagina spasmed violently, a yellowish foam frothing around the corners of her vulva. It looked like a well lathered horse.
"This is what you did to me!" She screamed
At the seams of the corner where her lips came together was a crusty build up of some sort of yeasty concentrate. But now that she was giving birth the contractions forced about a liter of blood to welter out of her. The second contraction came on even faster and more extravagantly and this time the rotten, old period blood that had been trapped inside her since she became pregnant and couldnt have period anymore came spraying out in a pungent deep red geyser.
Also, as her contractions began she started to lactate, her large, swollen nipples absolutely spraying mothers' milk everywhere, for the baby.
A curtain of dark red blood in places solidified and fibrous splattered against the wall with a meaty thud. Some of it even got on the ceiling fan and then was spread around even more!
"Chester-Allen!" She wailed between gruesome contractions that lifted her bodily off the floor, "get the band aids I'm losing too much blood!"
"Dont worry honey this is all perfectly normal," Chester-Allen said he had to shout to be heard over the torrent of effluent that was completely destroying everything in the room. Several first edition books fell off a blood slick shelf onto the pieces of a mirror that had shattered when one of Monica's contractions had collided with it. The glass front of the shelf where the Grangers kept their nice china plates and cups burst and Chester-Allen knew they would never use those ever again. All the fish in the fish tank died because the blood and bile changed the pH of their environment and their flesh burst and boiled in ragged tatters.
He decided to support his wife through this difficult transition even if she was acting out like this. Sometimes women just wanted attention and didn't know any better way of getting it he knew so he tried to be patient with her.
He got a couple of buckets and began scooping handfuls of blood into them, beside him his wife shook and roared with another grisly contraction. For all his frantic scooping it made little difference, the contractions were getting faster and faster. Any minute now he knew and the rapid stuttering pulse would become a continuous stream of gore. From there it was only a matter of time until all the fluids and non essential solids had been evacuated from Mrs Grangers body, the newborn child along with it.
Her quavering vagina twitched one last time and then it distended fully, coiling on the floor as her ovipositor deployed. Now that her ovipositor was completely exposed it was the most delicate part of the birthing process. This is where many women fail to deliver a heathy child because their ovipositors are formed poorly or maladjusted; this causes dangerous complications.
The tight pink muscles of Monica's ovipositor stretched as the child passed through. It was four feet long and segmented, tight concentric bands of a hard chitinous material. Her baby had to fight its way through and appeared to be doing a great job so far, the mucous membranes of Monica's trembling Ovipositor clenched as her child squeezed through the dense, muscular interior of her birthing channel. It looked like a human hand patiently clawing its way through a thick slab of raw steak.
Now there was even more blood than was already all over the place and as the last bit came spraying out so too did the baby.
Chester-Allen held his baby daughter and cried tears of joy and relief as his wife's tattered and gore flecked Ovipositor folded up into itself like the landing gear of a plane and then with a wet slurping noise was sucked back inside her vagina.
Just outside Minerva McGonagol was waiting, hiding in the inconspicuous form of a common house cat. She and Dumbledore had to get into the Grangers' House pretty soon and tell them their baby daughter was a witch and could do magic! But Albus was later than he said...
Just then Minerva felt her little fuzzy self being plucked up and tucked into the fold of a loose jacket. It was... Dumbledore!
He was laughing mischievously as he ran to a secluded spot with his prize...
"Albus!" Minerva literally hissed, trying to keep her voice down so they're not spotted out here in Muggle territory.
Albus looked around guiltily, like a naughty boy caught with his grubby fingers somewhere they shouldn't be...
"Down here Albus It's me retard!" She spat.
Albus let his shoulders slouch, clearly disappointed, out of the corner of her eyes Minerva espied a suspicious hardness tenting out of Albus' robes.
"Oh, hey Minerva," He mumbled as he put her down, "I totally knew it was you haha," he added, still clumsily trying to hide his erection from her.
"What were you going to-" she started to ask.
"Whatever!" He yelled making her jump with freight. A nearby porch light came on. Minerva shushed him but he paid her no heed.
"What are you? Like, my mom?!" Albus asked haughtily while Minerva desperately tried to silence him making erratic zip it up gestures at him. Several dogs had begun to bark at them and a few people had shouted for them to "shut up out there!" even. Any moment now and their cover would be blown and people would notice them! Then what would they do!?
"Get a grip!" She admonished, "now are we going to go in there and tell these muggles they have a magic baby or are we going to sit out here all night! Really!" She huffed and started up the moonlit sidewalk to the Granger House...
"Did you bring them?" Dumbledore finally asked under the low pulled brim of his hat, his voice husky and low in the dark night. In the distance forest bugs performed their nightly orchestrations.
"I'm a McGonagall damnit," Minerva said, displaying the adhesive bandages Dumbledore had implored her to procure. Minerva had brought along an assortment of Star Wars bandages with Darth Maul and Jar Jar Binks on their sticky surfaces.
"You idiot; she's giving birth, what would she need a band aid for?" Albus scoffed cruelly.
"You're the one who told me to bring them, besides, she's a bloody Muggle" Minerva spat, she was nearly annoyed enough to transfigure into dogMinerva and tear his insolent throat out with her canine jaws..."we've no idea what the Muggle reproduction system is like," she concluded, trying her darndest to dampen her darker impulses..
Dumbledore blinked stupidly in the glare of the street corner halogens.. "What, don't muggles have pussys?"
"Of course they do-"
Albus couldn't believe that, "surely not!" he erupted wide eyed in disbelief, "not all of them!? it's preposterous!"
Minerva sighed, "I meant Muggle women, not the men too, not all of them have pussies" she explained patiently. Albus was getting on in years, and with his homosexual 'tendencies he oft forget about the differences between man and woman and where they truly lay.
"where were you even going to put the band aids anyway! on her boobies?" he wanted to know
There was an awkward, confused silence, Dumbledore had no idea what was going on until Minerva said; "anyway what did you bring then?"
"Soup," he reached out and rang the doorbell.
Then they had the most destiny entwinned conversation of their lives, though they didn't know it at the time...
You see the Granger family surely didn't want to raise a witch! That was just crazy, they thought, so they saw their two wildly unexpected guests off with false smiles and recrimations... And then they set straight away to chaining the abnormal 'magi-child' they'd been cursed with into the basement to never speak of it again... (that's why Dumbledore usually doesn't tell Muggles when they have a magic child right away because they're prone to freaking out and overreacting at such an early stage!)
Monica and Chester-Allen hid the magic baby in their basement with a sigh of relief. Little did they know that their feral daughter Kraug would one day grow up to be the queen of the cave- people and a Goddess in a nearby alternate time-scape, the Diagonal Hallway Dimension*
But anway; fourteen years later...
One hot afternoon Harry's friend Ron come over. Ron had strong developed calf muscles, he was wearing shorts with low cut white cotton socks and a pair of white new balance trainers.
as Ron trundled amiably up the Dursley's drive Harry imagined what it would be like if the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles all burst forth from the sewers, their ample green muscles glistening in the late afternoon sun as they drag Harry back underground with them. Ron would be totally emasculated, Harry knew, and imaging his friends sexual frustration only turned him on further, his erection painfully intense, a sticky wetness dotted the front of his jeans.
Harry continued to fantasize about Leonardo and Raphael spit roasting him while Donatello and Michaelangelo held Ron down, forcing him to watch. Leonardo, as their leader, would be the most well endowed, the meaty green tip of his manhood dragging far behind him through the sewers. The smell of the rancid thing almost made Harry gag but he knew he must please his new master.
"Choke on it faggot" Leonardo spat down at Harry.
"Yes daddy," Harry said, batting his eyes coquettishly. It was the only thing he could do..
Harry gagged on the ropey and muscular turtle cock. Soon Leonardo couldn't contain himself any further, he began to thrust his turgid manhood deeper and deeper still down Harry's tight pink throat.
In these fantasies Harry and Ron were lovers even though the only real sexual contact they'd had was confined to the occasional nights when Ron overindulged in butterbeer (often at Harry's impatient and aroused insistence) but in Harry's fantasy Ron was never able to satisfy him. The redhead burned with shame as fierce orgasms rocked Harry violently.
A swaying pair of heavy green balls left several bruises on Harry's lily white pale cheeks. (He had been there captive for several months at this point in the fantasy and was kept out of all sunlight and only fed the turtle brothers' hot loads) Soon after Leonardo's tubular turtle jizz sprayed a salty eruption all over his face.
Ron was made to crawl on the floor and lick it off, openly weeping as he did so. Harry couldn't restrain himself, he began masturbating furiously.
Ron's eyes went wide. "Harry! You are enjoying this?!"
But before Harry could answer him Donatello snuck up behind him and thrust himself forcefully into Harry's tight sphincter. Donatello had a very small and thin penis but the suddenness took Harry completely off guard and he began coming all over Ron.
"Yeah you teach that little slut what we do to bitches down here, in the sewer" Michaelangelo said. He came up beside his turtle-brother and began to finger the purple headbanded turtle's quivering anus.
Harry had known all along that the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were in a four way gay incestuous relationship with each other. But for Ron it proved one shock too many and soon he was on the ground clutching his weak heart.
Pretty soon Donatello's urgent moaning attracted the attentions of the rest of the turtle squad. Raphael dropped to all fours and began lapping at Donatello's puckered anus, while Mikey began thrusting his nunchaku in and out of his own blistered green fuck hole.
It didn't take long for Harry to be forgotten about with all four of them together like this... Harry sighed dejected and forgotten.
Sure, he thought, they could get enthusiatic about a new fuck-slave but at the end of the day their lusts are oriented towards one another. Harry felt tears begin to well.
I'm just some passing aversion to them... He finally realized. It was a bitter thing to be sure...
"Oh yeah its Turtle Time," one of them moaned through a mouthful of throbbing hard cock. Harry could not be sure which one, they all sounded more or less alike when they were choking on each others cocks. Harrys own dejected pecker lay limp and forgotten in his lonely lap as the four brothers appeared to dissolve into a green blur of penetration, bodily fluids and deeply animalistic moanings and wet sexual noises...
"Mmmm," Leonardo moaned as he was penetrated by three of his brothers at once, "that's it, that's so totally radical I love my turt-bros!"
Harry knew that the taboo nature of their illicit couplings was the driving force behind everything the Ninja Turtles stood for. It was the whole reason they got out of bed in the morning and the reason they fought crime all night long, at least on the nights they weren't all fucking each other.
They never coupled just the two of them either, Harry found that bit of sentimentality very touching indeed. If one of the brothers couldn't be present they would wait, cocks in hand.
The one time April O'Neil had dare suggested they get started with only the three of them and that the other could jump in when he showed up... well... Let's just say April doesn't have much to say anymore...
They had broken all the bones in her body and then starved her until she was desperately hungry enough to even try to eat her own bones and she choked to death on splinters of her jagged, hard bones...
"Yeah Bros!" Leonardo moaned urgently, "just like that! MMMM Turtle incest is so fucking hot"
But then Ron broke in, "how can it be incest if he's a Chinese Box Turtle and you're a Malaysian Box turtle?" Ron pointed out.
There was a shocked, offended silence.
"You bastard!" Michaelangelo couldn't believe his ears!
"It's true, I'm really into turtles and each one of you is a different species; so it's not really incest then, it's creepy as hell, you still got that going for you but you four couldn't possibly be brothers..." Ron finished gravely.
Donatello couldn't believe his green ears. He gaped so wide that Raphaels meaty fat cock fell right out. Raphael had the second thickest cock of all of them.
"Don't listen to him guys, he's just trying to drive a wedge between us!" Leonardo said, he was the leader afterall...
"Well look," Ron scoffed as he indicated their stubby green tails, "Raphael, the Malaysian Box Turtle has a shorter tail then the rest of you guys, and Michaelangelo over there has the distinctive yellow stripes and dark brown shell of a Chinese Box Turtle." He pointed out viscously.
Donatello had his hands clasped over his ears, weeping and shaking his head hard to either side, "Lies! Lies! Disgusting filthy lies!" He screamed, choking on his agony.
Raphael has a red headband, he is also the one with the hottest temper. He threw his ninja weapons down on the floor with a clang.
"Forget this! I don't even know you dudes anymore!" He stomped off out of their lives forever.
Leonardo fell to his knees wailing. "NOOOOOOOOOO" He cried out, his vocal chords shredding in his overwhelming grief!
Had it really all been a lie? Through his stinging bitter tears Leonardo could see the others, his brothers? No... No longer brothers... just... others... He could see them leaving their own separate ways, no longer would they do battle against the forces of evil and keep the city safe... No longer would they chow down on delicious pizzas... And least of all would they embrace, their urgent, hot and sticky embraces that left them drained and physically and emotionally drained for hours... No longer...
"What the fuck is wrong with you Ron!" Harry roared as his captors trailed out of the sewer one by one. "They were in love you sick fuck!"
Ron looked at Harry. He looked at Harry like he was just seeing him for the first time, "Well what good is love if its based on a lie?"
Ron didn't wait for Harry to answer. He left him them, left him in that cold dark place, alone...
Harry was still reeling by the time the real Ron had actually reached on the human-physical plane. Harry had to shake his head for a moment to clear his trailing vapors of fantasy.
"Hey Ron, what's up?" He started to ask, but just then Dumbledore called him!
Ron and Harry exchanged a wary glance, and then Harry picked up the phone...
"Hey Potter," Albus said silkily: Harry felt gooseflesh creep up his back at the soft susurration of his headmasters magically imbued vocalization... Albus had a voice like smoke wrapped in velvet.
"Mmmmm" Harry responded, rubbing himself with a far away look in his eyes. A little drool leaked out of the corner of his partially opened mouth.
His eyes were blank and dead in the light of the setting sun...
"Well I just thought I'd tell you that a girl that lives near you is listed here in the Hogwarts Files but she hasn't attended a single semester here!" Dumbledore said.
Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. That sort of thing just didn't happen... Or so he thought.
He listened with a growing sense of dread hollowing out a black pit in his stomach. Albus told him of the Granger girl, and how she had to come to school that year or else and wouldn't Harry go over there and bring her along?
Harry couldn't believe his ears. Ron had also had some pretty crazy things to tell him but Harry couldn't afford to think about that now... Nothing in his fourteen years* had prepared him for this!
*(that means that this is still a flashback to chapter one and it's the beginning of the story! for more information on Time Skips see Chapter 57)
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Ron asked.
Little did they know they were about the meet the most important girl in history, Hermione Prime... Kraug herself!
Bashfully Harry took Rons hand and they strolled along into the dark
...together