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If you were on the internet a lot during Harry Potter film releases post-Goblet of Fire, you are no doubt aware of the insanity that is the squirrely 13-35 year olds that refer to themselves as "Potterheads".
These insane fans are essentially bronies before bronies, as they have every quality shared between them. For example, artwork:
Fanfiction:
... And even other, more depraved things.
So, that being said, share what you like. Stories, images, other things.
These insane fans are essentially bronies before bronies, as they have every quality shared between them. For example, artwork:
Fanfiction:
It was a frosty December evening, and most of the students at the Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry had retreated inside for the night. The entire school was muffled with the odd sort of quiet that seems to descend during the coldest part of the year. The hallways were quiet, and even though the school was as well-lit as ever, a gray haze seemed to cover everything. There were only a few people in the library, and those that were there were mostly curled up in armchairs, quills frantically scribbling across parchment as the students attempted to catch up on homework which had been neglected for most of the Christmas break.
One student, a ginger-haired Fifth Year girl named Stit Soulevram, sat reading a large leather-bound copy of “Eighty-Eight sorts of Magical Meats and How to Use Them” by Toggaf Yag. She was content to merely sit and read her book, but after a moment she looked up and noticed that the chandelier hanging directly over her chair was gently swaying. She shrugged it off as one of Hogwarts' many eccentric habits. What she did not realize was that the chandelier was positioned direction underneath of a small closet where Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were busy porking each other, and it was the violent shuddering of their lovemaking which was causing the movement of the chandelier.
Hermione was on her back, both of her pulled straight back with her feet on either side of her head to allow her lover easier access to her hairless, smooth little honey pot. Her long, curly mouse-brown hair was splayed around her head like a halo, her eyes were closed, and her mouth formed a small 'o'. With each each thrust from her lover, her round, medium-sized breasts would roll back and then come forward again, jiggling in time. She was somewhat pear shaped, lacking the sexy hourglass curve of older women, but she made up for this with a round, squeezable ass which made a delicious slapping sound against Harry's body each time he pounded her.
Harry, for his part, was enjoying himself immensely. Each hand had hold of one of Hermione's ankles, and he panted heavily as he felt his cock pound into the girl's tight juicy cunt. The feeling and sound of his balls slapping her ass was incredible, and the sight of her breasts jiggling was entirely too much.
“Harry,” she gasped, running her fingers through his tousled black hair, “Oh, Harry...”
Feeling himself about to cum, Harry slowed down, not wanting to end this joyous encounter just yet. He pulled out of her sopping hole, his dick making a moist plop as it popped out of her wet pussy.
“Hold still, Hermione,” he said. He kissed her on the lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She was an urgent kisser, and he had to fight the urge to smile as he felt her soft full lips wrestling with his own. He withdrew from her mouth, then trailed kisses down her neck to her plump breasts. He wrapped his fingers around the soft, malleable flesh of her right breast, massaging it with a slow rolling motion of his palm, and fastened his mouth on the other. He drew the nipple up behind his lips, sucking on it slowly and deliberately. He nibbled the tip of it, then switched to the other breast, concentrating on the newly hardened nipple. Tweaking her left nipple, he moved down, trailing kisses over her soft pale rounded belly. Finally he reached her smooth moist muff. He reached up and held both of her hands in his own as he flicked his tongue over her sensitive clitoris, feeling a bit of masculine satisfaction at the little moans and half-gasps that began to issue from his lover's mouth
“Harry?” she said.
“Mmm?” he replied, still heavily engaged in cunnilingus.
“Do you remember the secret I told you about? You know, the one that I'd never tell anyone else?”
“Mmm.”
“Well, I think the time's come for you to find out what it is.”
Harry moved his hands up and down Hermione's soft warm body, wondering what the secret could be. He paused when he felt the muscles in her abdomen tense, as though she were going to the bathroom. Then, suddenly, he felt a something swell beneath his lips, and an oily, well-lubricated penis slid noisily out of Hermione's pink folds. The thing was pink and curved like a banana, and a bit of bubbly yellow ichor was leaking from the end. In preparation, Hermione reached towards her discarded robe and drew out her wand, quickly performing a charm to prevent any sound from escaping the secret chamber they were hiding in. It was a good thing she did, too, for Harry immediately let fly the most horrific, blood-curdling scream that Hermione had ever heard. His bright bottle-green eyes bulged and his face turned alabaster white, the now colorless lips pulling back from the teeth in a barbaric display of primal terror. He scrambled back from the Lovecraftian horror poking out of Hermione's crotch, plastering himself against the wall in a futile attempt to escape the monstrosity that had killed his erection.
“Harry!” she said sharply, giving him the sharp, bossy look that she always did when she wanted to get a-hold of him. He stood there for a few moments with his mouth hanging open as though unhinged, but eventually Hermione's reliable hawkish look got him under control.
“Hermione,” he said, not coming any closer but with some color returning to his face, “That's rather a big a surprise. D'you think you could have told me about that before before we, you know, did this?“
“I could have told you I was a Cryptophallid,” she replied, crossing her arms over her breasts and letting her lower lip protrude slightly, “but if I had you wouldn't have wanted to.” Her eyes appeared moist.
Harry wasn't particularly good at picking up on these sorts of clues, but even he could take such obvious hints.
“I... I'm sorry. I didn't think it would hurt your feelings so bad. It's just that that thing... It's so...”
“So what?” asked Hermione, her eyes becoming even more moist. Harry sensed that the waterworks were about to come on if he didn't do something quick. Girls could be so fickle sometimes, especially this one.
“Look, if it makes you happy, I'll still do this stuff with you. Even with that thing around.” He said. Then he swallowed. What had he just gotten himself into?
She sniffed. She wasn't about to just relent and make it easy on him; no, he'd have to work for this one.
“Get on your knees.” she said, pointing at the ground. Harry groaned. He'd just made a promise, and now the bitch had him by the balls. This was going to hurt. A lot.
He sank to his knees and, with Hermione's less-than-gentle guidance, wrapped his lips around her throbbing member. The oily stench of it was overpowering, and it seemed to secrete something much stronger than ordinary sweat. The slimy fluid was sour and semi-acidic, and the Cryptophallus itself was unnaturally rough and scaly. Harry gagged as he felt the questing dick force its way up inside of his mouth, Hermione giving him an arch smile as she forced him to deep-throat her rather impressive dick.
“That's right,” she said softly, feeling his wet boy-lips slide up and down on her penis, “Gulp on it.”
Of course, this wasn't all she needed. She eventually angled her hips and stuffed the wang into Harry's cheek, fucking the inside of his mouth with reckless abandon. He sputtered and gurgled as she forced it back into his throat. The stimulation to her penis was arousing her in the same way that having her vagina licked would, and as a result she became more wet by the minute. Her vaginal fluids were being secreted in such great amounts that a bit of it actually began to drip down her leg. Cryptophallids have much thicker natural lubricant than humans, and it comes in greater amounts, so soon her vagina was leaking globules of cunt-mucus the consistency of pea soup.
Eventually, she pulled him off of it by his hair, then pushed him down.
“Get on all fours, Harry.” She said.
“What?”
She merely glared at him. He complied.
Hermione first positioned her saturated vulva over Harry's rear end, which was presently sticking up in the air. Thick goo bubbled out of her snatch and fell on Harry's anus, sinking in. Since Cryptophallids are designed to copulated with human males in order to produce offspring, her mucus sucked inside of Harry's asshole, naturally lubricating his colon. Harry whimpered as he felt the magical fuckjuice spread through his intestines.
“Are you ready?” said Hermione, placing a hand on Harry's buttock. When he didn't answer, she let the tip of her Cryptophallus poke against her partner's tight knot, then slowly push inside. Harry gasped. The intrusion was not painful, since he was well-lubricated, and as Hermione began to slowly pump her hips against him, he even felt as though he were enjoying it.
Hermione held Harry's waist in her hands. She squeezed his sides as she continued to fuck his asshole, watching and feeling his sphincter contract around her poking member. Feeling that she was not getting enough enjoyment, she picked up her wand and pointed it at her cock.
“Engorgio!”
The sound-blocking charm proved useful once again as an ear-shredding scream tore out of Harry. He shrieked continuously and clawed the ground to get away from his tormentor, but it was no use; her grip was iron. Harry, for his part, continued screaming. There were tears streaming down his face. There was blood streaming down his thighs. There was drool streaming down his chin. Most of all, there was his pride, streaming right down the fucking drain. In the red haze of his agony, though, he realized what he had to do. He grabbed his wand from the corner of the closet and recited a secret incantation Dumbledore had taught him – one that would prevent you from being coerced physically by another person.
“Pots ti Ekam Esaelp Dog Ho!”
Hermione, however, was much better at magic than Harry, and had anticipated his trying something like this. She hadn't expected him to know such an obscure charm, but she had a counter ready.
“Ycrem On Swonk Egoolps G'nik!
Harry's spell choked and died, leaving him only with the rough Cryptophallus ravaging his poor shit-factory. He howled pitifully.
It didn't last much longer, thankfully, but the finish was mind-bogglingly horrible; a wave of fizzing, scalding-hot Cryptosplooge burst into his anal cavity, leeching into his flesh. Waves of Cryptophallid polyps attached themselves like anemones to the lining of his intestine, busily impregnating him. Hermione pulled out before she was finished, and the scalding semen splashed all over the boy's ass, excoriating the surface of it until he had little skin on his ass. She sighed.
“Well, I guess I have to be a little bit nice to you.”
She pointed her wand at his ass and uttered a few healing charms, working until his butt was more or less re-skinned.
“That was great, Harry. I'm really very sorry about using the Engorgio Charm to make myself bigger. Maybe next time, you'll enjoy it more. Come to think of it – Harry?”
Having been unable to withstand the brutal assault of the Cryptophallus on his virgin hole, Harry had passed out. Smiling triumphantly to herself, Hermione began to dress herself.
One student, a ginger-haired Fifth Year girl named Stit Soulevram, sat reading a large leather-bound copy of “Eighty-Eight sorts of Magical Meats and How to Use Them” by Toggaf Yag. She was content to merely sit and read her book, but after a moment she looked up and noticed that the chandelier hanging directly over her chair was gently swaying. She shrugged it off as one of Hogwarts' many eccentric habits. What she did not realize was that the chandelier was positioned direction underneath of a small closet where Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were busy porking each other, and it was the violent shuddering of their lovemaking which was causing the movement of the chandelier.
Hermione was on her back, both of her pulled straight back with her feet on either side of her head to allow her lover easier access to her hairless, smooth little honey pot. Her long, curly mouse-brown hair was splayed around her head like a halo, her eyes were closed, and her mouth formed a small 'o'. With each each thrust from her lover, her round, medium-sized breasts would roll back and then come forward again, jiggling in time. She was somewhat pear shaped, lacking the sexy hourglass curve of older women, but she made up for this with a round, squeezable ass which made a delicious slapping sound against Harry's body each time he pounded her.
Harry, for his part, was enjoying himself immensely. Each hand had hold of one of Hermione's ankles, and he panted heavily as he felt his cock pound into the girl's tight juicy cunt. The feeling and sound of his balls slapping her ass was incredible, and the sight of her breasts jiggling was entirely too much.
“Harry,” she gasped, running her fingers through his tousled black hair, “Oh, Harry...”
Feeling himself about to cum, Harry slowed down, not wanting to end this joyous encounter just yet. He pulled out of her sopping hole, his dick making a moist plop as it popped out of her wet pussy.
“Hold still, Hermione,” he said. He kissed her on the lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She was an urgent kisser, and he had to fight the urge to smile as he felt her soft full lips wrestling with his own. He withdrew from her mouth, then trailed kisses down her neck to her plump breasts. He wrapped his fingers around the soft, malleable flesh of her right breast, massaging it with a slow rolling motion of his palm, and fastened his mouth on the other. He drew the nipple up behind his lips, sucking on it slowly and deliberately. He nibbled the tip of it, then switched to the other breast, concentrating on the newly hardened nipple. Tweaking her left nipple, he moved down, trailing kisses over her soft pale rounded belly. Finally he reached her smooth moist muff. He reached up and held both of her hands in his own as he flicked his tongue over her sensitive clitoris, feeling a bit of masculine satisfaction at the little moans and half-gasps that began to issue from his lover's mouth
“Harry?” she said.
“Mmm?” he replied, still heavily engaged in cunnilingus.
“Do you remember the secret I told you about? You know, the one that I'd never tell anyone else?”
“Mmm.”
“Well, I think the time's come for you to find out what it is.”
Harry moved his hands up and down Hermione's soft warm body, wondering what the secret could be. He paused when he felt the muscles in her abdomen tense, as though she were going to the bathroom. Then, suddenly, he felt a something swell beneath his lips, and an oily, well-lubricated penis slid noisily out of Hermione's pink folds. The thing was pink and curved like a banana, and a bit of bubbly yellow ichor was leaking from the end. In preparation, Hermione reached towards her discarded robe and drew out her wand, quickly performing a charm to prevent any sound from escaping the secret chamber they were hiding in. It was a good thing she did, too, for Harry immediately let fly the most horrific, blood-curdling scream that Hermione had ever heard. His bright bottle-green eyes bulged and his face turned alabaster white, the now colorless lips pulling back from the teeth in a barbaric display of primal terror. He scrambled back from the Lovecraftian horror poking out of Hermione's crotch, plastering himself against the wall in a futile attempt to escape the monstrosity that had killed his erection.
“Harry!” she said sharply, giving him the sharp, bossy look that she always did when she wanted to get a-hold of him. He stood there for a few moments with his mouth hanging open as though unhinged, but eventually Hermione's reliable hawkish look got him under control.
“Hermione,” he said, not coming any closer but with some color returning to his face, “That's rather a big a surprise. D'you think you could have told me about that before before we, you know, did this?“
“I could have told you I was a Cryptophallid,” she replied, crossing her arms over her breasts and letting her lower lip protrude slightly, “but if I had you wouldn't have wanted to.” Her eyes appeared moist.
Harry wasn't particularly good at picking up on these sorts of clues, but even he could take such obvious hints.
“I... I'm sorry. I didn't think it would hurt your feelings so bad. It's just that that thing... It's so...”
“So what?” asked Hermione, her eyes becoming even more moist. Harry sensed that the waterworks were about to come on if he didn't do something quick. Girls could be so fickle sometimes, especially this one.
“Look, if it makes you happy, I'll still do this stuff with you. Even with that thing around.” He said. Then he swallowed. What had he just gotten himself into?
She sniffed. She wasn't about to just relent and make it easy on him; no, he'd have to work for this one.
“Get on your knees.” she said, pointing at the ground. Harry groaned. He'd just made a promise, and now the bitch had him by the balls. This was going to hurt. A lot.
He sank to his knees and, with Hermione's less-than-gentle guidance, wrapped his lips around her throbbing member. The oily stench of it was overpowering, and it seemed to secrete something much stronger than ordinary sweat. The slimy fluid was sour and semi-acidic, and the Cryptophallus itself was unnaturally rough and scaly. Harry gagged as he felt the questing dick force its way up inside of his mouth, Hermione giving him an arch smile as she forced him to deep-throat her rather impressive dick.
“That's right,” she said softly, feeling his wet boy-lips slide up and down on her penis, “Gulp on it.”
Of course, this wasn't all she needed. She eventually angled her hips and stuffed the wang into Harry's cheek, fucking the inside of his mouth with reckless abandon. He sputtered and gurgled as she forced it back into his throat. The stimulation to her penis was arousing her in the same way that having her vagina licked would, and as a result she became more wet by the minute. Her vaginal fluids were being secreted in such great amounts that a bit of it actually began to drip down her leg. Cryptophallids have much thicker natural lubricant than humans, and it comes in greater amounts, so soon her vagina was leaking globules of cunt-mucus the consistency of pea soup.
Eventually, she pulled him off of it by his hair, then pushed him down.
“Get on all fours, Harry.” She said.
“What?”
She merely glared at him. He complied.
Hermione first positioned her saturated vulva over Harry's rear end, which was presently sticking up in the air. Thick goo bubbled out of her snatch and fell on Harry's anus, sinking in. Since Cryptophallids are designed to copulated with human males in order to produce offspring, her mucus sucked inside of Harry's asshole, naturally lubricating his colon. Harry whimpered as he felt the magical fuckjuice spread through his intestines.
“Are you ready?” said Hermione, placing a hand on Harry's buttock. When he didn't answer, she let the tip of her Cryptophallus poke against her partner's tight knot, then slowly push inside. Harry gasped. The intrusion was not painful, since he was well-lubricated, and as Hermione began to slowly pump her hips against him, he even felt as though he were enjoying it.
Hermione held Harry's waist in her hands. She squeezed his sides as she continued to fuck his asshole, watching and feeling his sphincter contract around her poking member. Feeling that she was not getting enough enjoyment, she picked up her wand and pointed it at her cock.
“Engorgio!”
The sound-blocking charm proved useful once again as an ear-shredding scream tore out of Harry. He shrieked continuously and clawed the ground to get away from his tormentor, but it was no use; her grip was iron. Harry, for his part, continued screaming. There were tears streaming down his face. There was blood streaming down his thighs. There was drool streaming down his chin. Most of all, there was his pride, streaming right down the fucking drain. In the red haze of his agony, though, he realized what he had to do. He grabbed his wand from the corner of the closet and recited a secret incantation Dumbledore had taught him – one that would prevent you from being coerced physically by another person.
“Pots ti Ekam Esaelp Dog Ho!”
Hermione, however, was much better at magic than Harry, and had anticipated his trying something like this. She hadn't expected him to know such an obscure charm, but she had a counter ready.
“Ycrem On Swonk Egoolps G'nik!
Harry's spell choked and died, leaving him only with the rough Cryptophallus ravaging his poor shit-factory. He howled pitifully.
It didn't last much longer, thankfully, but the finish was mind-bogglingly horrible; a wave of fizzing, scalding-hot Cryptosplooge burst into his anal cavity, leeching into his flesh. Waves of Cryptophallid polyps attached themselves like anemones to the lining of his intestine, busily impregnating him. Hermione pulled out before she was finished, and the scalding semen splashed all over the boy's ass, excoriating the surface of it until he had little skin on his ass. She sighed.
“Well, I guess I have to be a little bit nice to you.”
She pointed her wand at his ass and uttered a few healing charms, working until his butt was more or less re-skinned.
“That was great, Harry. I'm really very sorry about using the Engorgio Charm to make myself bigger. Maybe next time, you'll enjoy it more. Come to think of it – Harry?”
Having been unable to withstand the brutal assault of the Cryptophallus on his virgin hole, Harry had passed out. Smiling triumphantly to herself, Hermione began to dress herself.
... And even other, more depraved things.
So, that being said, share what you like. Stories, images, other things.
