Categories > Books > Harry Potter > Ron Gets Wrecked (By Hagrid)
The day after is always so awkward. Sneaking out before the sun can penetrate the room (just like I had penetrated Hermione the night before). It all happened so fast, I barely had time to think, much less put on a condom.(Someone's womb is in for a surprise)."I'll have to use the Abortion Spell pops told me about." I muttered bitterly, disgusted at thethought of having to shove my trusty wand up Hermione's vagina and scramble things up a bit.
Me and Hermione have fucked plenty so last night wasn't a big deal or anything, but what was so different was my mind kept drifting... I kept imagining her vagina was Harry Potter's butthole. I yelled his name in pure ecstasy during climax. I was able to convince Hermione that I was remarking how she had been neglecting her 'carpet' (which matches the drapes in color, texture, and quantity if you dare to imagine such vileness).
I scrambled back to mine and Harry's dormitory, buckling my belt just as I walked in the door. "Where were you last night, stud?" That was all it took. My stomach was in knots. My best friend had called me a stud just like Olivia Newton John had called John Travolta in our favorite movie to watch together, Grease. "I was fuckin' Hermione." I answered. "Whatever, that bitch is sick. But don't be so coy, give me the deets, yo. After I wake up from a long nap where anyone could do anything to me because I'm such a sound sleeper." He then winked and nudged me like I was supposed to do something. When I didn't he just smirked and went back to bed.
I needed advice so, with Hermione's pubes still lingering in my mind, I sought out the biggest queer I knew - Hagrid. I trekked down to his cabin, a thermos of soup in one hand, a Ziploc baggie of trail mix in the other even though Hagrid's cabin is but a few yards from the castle. A big boy's gotta eat. I hunkered down on a tree stump outside to finish my snacks before finding the big lug feeding a hippogriff from his cavernous bellybutton. Needless to say I was aroused. When he saw me a strange, hungry light flickered in his eyes. "Ron, where's Harry and/or Hermione?" he asked. "Uh, it's just me here." I replied in the voice of Shirts on The Sasquatch Gang. "Oh, well that'll do just fine, come inside big Ron." Hagrid breathed, his breath permeating the wooded glen with the smell of semen.
Hagrid's tiny, disgusting cabin reeked of semen worse than his breath. I wondered why even though the scent was making my penis begin to grow hard. Hagrid offered me tea which I accepted even though he sucked at making it. I wandered about his cabin looking at all his trinkets, knick-knacks, and oddities. When I turned around to see how my tea was coming along I turned around to see Hagrid's erect penis coming right at me! At first I was too stunned to move, but then adrenaline kicked in, I rushed for the door which Hagrid had already double bolted out of my reach. For a man of such girth (in more ways than one) he had such agility. Before I could utter a cry his giant ham hand was in my mouth, the other snaking down my body which was bent over his table to undo my trousers. His great big dick entered my poop hole with such force the poop was actually squeezed out around his penis. For some reason, this aroused him and his rythym picked up, he thrusted deeper and deeper into the abyss that was my anus. I swear he felt the M&M's I had just eaten in the trail mix. I felt my butthole ripping beyond repair. I was in the worst pain of my life. No spell could get me outta this jam! Anyways, after another three hours of agonizing ass play Hagrid finally spilt his massive load into my anal crevice, making me gain 5 pounds. Hagrid left to go finish feeding his hippogriff, which by now was starving to death, it was nothing but a mere skeleton, dust in the wind if you will, performed by Kansas, respectively.
The few yards walk back to the castle felt like miles as his seed sloshed in my undergarments. When I got back I realized I had to take a dump. I realized I couldn't hold my poop in my bottom. It just came out on the floor. I decided to let someone else take care of that. But I would have to take care of the not being able to hold my crap issue. I grabbed a Safeway bag (why I had one at Hogwarts, I don't know, but who fuckin' cares I just got raped in the asshole) and tied it around my waist. It became my poopsack, my best friend from then on out.
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Me and Hermione have fucked plenty so last night wasn't a big deal or anything, but what was so different was my mind kept drifting... I kept imagining her vagina was Harry Potter's butthole. I yelled his name in pure ecstasy during climax. I was able to convince Hermione that I was remarking how she had been neglecting her 'carpet' (which matches the drapes in color, texture, and quantity if you dare to imagine such vileness).
I scrambled back to mine and Harry's dormitory, buckling my belt just as I walked in the door. "Where were you last night, stud?" That was all it took. My stomach was in knots. My best friend had called me a stud just like Olivia Newton John had called John Travolta in our favorite movie to watch together, Grease. "I was fuckin' Hermione." I answered. "Whatever, that bitch is sick. But don't be so coy, give me the deets, yo. After I wake up from a long nap where anyone could do anything to me because I'm such a sound sleeper." He then winked and nudged me like I was supposed to do something. When I didn't he just smirked and went back to bed.
I needed advice so, with Hermione's pubes still lingering in my mind, I sought out the biggest queer I knew - Hagrid. I trekked down to his cabin, a thermos of soup in one hand, a Ziploc baggie of trail mix in the other even though Hagrid's cabin is but a few yards from the castle. A big boy's gotta eat. I hunkered down on a tree stump outside to finish my snacks before finding the big lug feeding a hippogriff from his cavernous bellybutton. Needless to say I was aroused. When he saw me a strange, hungry light flickered in his eyes. "Ron, where's Harry and/or Hermione?" he asked. "Uh, it's just me here." I replied in the voice of Shirts on The Sasquatch Gang. "Oh, well that'll do just fine, come inside big Ron." Hagrid breathed, his breath permeating the wooded glen with the smell of semen.
Hagrid's tiny, disgusting cabin reeked of semen worse than his breath. I wondered why even though the scent was making my penis begin to grow hard. Hagrid offered me tea which I accepted even though he sucked at making it. I wandered about his cabin looking at all his trinkets, knick-knacks, and oddities. When I turned around to see how my tea was coming along I turned around to see Hagrid's erect penis coming right at me! At first I was too stunned to move, but then adrenaline kicked in, I rushed for the door which Hagrid had already double bolted out of my reach. For a man of such girth (in more ways than one) he had such agility. Before I could utter a cry his giant ham hand was in my mouth, the other snaking down my body which was bent over his table to undo my trousers. His great big dick entered my poop hole with such force the poop was actually squeezed out around his penis. For some reason, this aroused him and his rythym picked up, he thrusted deeper and deeper into the abyss that was my anus. I swear he felt the M&M's I had just eaten in the trail mix. I felt my butthole ripping beyond repair. I was in the worst pain of my life. No spell could get me outta this jam! Anyways, after another three hours of agonizing ass play Hagrid finally spilt his massive load into my anal crevice, making me gain 5 pounds. Hagrid left to go finish feeding his hippogriff, which by now was starving to death, it was nothing but a mere skeleton, dust in the wind if you will, performed by Kansas, respectively.
The few yards walk back to the castle felt like miles as his seed sloshed in my undergarments. When I got back I realized I had to take a dump. I realized I couldn't hold my poop in my bottom. It just came out on the floor. I decided to let someone else take care of that. But I would have to take care of the not being able to hold my crap issue. I grabbed a Safeway bag (why I had one at Hogwarts, I don't know, but who fuckin' cares I just got raped in the asshole) and tied it around my waist. It became my poopsack, my best friend from then on out.
FIN
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