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Daire watched his wristwatch intently until the stroke of seven-PM. The sun had descended over the horizon and the Hogwarts grounds were bathed in pale moonlight. It was a clear night, billions of stars splayed across the inky canvas above. But lack of cloud cover meant lack of insulation. And while there was little more than a small breeze wafting across the British country-side, Daire still rubbed his numb hands together and shivered off a chill.

This was some kind of record. Only five minutes off the Hogwarts Express, headmistress Professor McGonegall had yanked him up by the ear and dragged him off for a “talk." Detention for fighting (and winning) on the train followed swiftly.

So there he stood, third day into the semester when his first session of detention would begin. His sister was probably having a slice of apple pie with her fellow Hufflepuffs. Rosetta had kissed him before he left the great hall only a few minutes ago, promising that she'd somehow make do without him tonight.

Daire hadn't expected being replaced by an inanimate rubber object could hurt so much.

It wasn't all bad though. The headmistress had a funny way of assigning punishment. Because as “punishment" Daire would be helping out with a grounds-keeping assignment. He'd been told he was going into the Forbidden Forest, so dress practical.

Daire was practically ready for a high speed tactical operation, dressed in a pair of hiking shoes, cargo trousers and black softshell jacket, an olive green operator-cap perched on his head with the visor low over his brow. His wand was holstered on his belt and he wore a pair of “Oakley" SI assault gloves; the ones with a strip of hardened ABS across the knuckles, vents along the back of each finger and kevlar-padded palms. The gloves were probably the most expensive thing he wore, but purchasing them had been a no-brainer since classes like defence against the dark arts and care for magical beasts had ramped up the ante last year. There had been one too many grazed knuckles and beast-related bites for Daire's comfort.

Daire was patting the reassuring weigh of his wand holster when a figure melted out of the shadows formed across the green spread out before the school's main doors. The caretaker, Mister Filch was a gangly, crooked old man, the very thing you'd think when you uttered the words “evil wizard." He had long wiry hair, beady dark eyes and long, knobbly, crooked nose. He walked with a slight hunch, assisted by the walking stick that batted the stone floor of the Hogwarts main gate every other step.

Daire faked a smile as Filch approached looking tired as he always did.

“Fine evening, isn't it, sir?"

“Don't call me 'sir,' I work for a living." Barely a greeting out the way, the raspy old man beckoned with his lantern for Daire to follow. “Come on then, let's get it over with."

They crossed the green in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. High off to his side Daire could still hear the chatter of students in the great hall, probably chowing down into dessert still. Part of his punishment was skipping his favourite course of the evening meal. He had to scarf down dinner and scoot as quickly as possible so he wouldn't be late.

Best not awaken the sleeping dragon that was Headmistress Minerva McGonegall. She was his favourite teacher at Hogwarts, but boy; that woman knew how to put students in their place.

As they moved, the caretaker was unusually chatty. Though his face didn't betray a change in his glumness, his voice held a certain spark of giddiness.

“I remember when detention meant a few weeks hanging by your toes in the dungeons." Filch paused with a nostalgic sigh. “I miss the good old days."

“Would those days be back when dinosaurs roamed the Earth?"

The old squib's lip curled into a snarl. “… don't get smart with me, boy."

On the edge of the green right where the edge of the Forbidden Forest met the Hogwarts grounds stood a small cabin. Tanned hides, a well and various groundskeeping utensils were littered around the sides and the single window shone bright yellow to indicate a light inside.

Filch walked up and knocked three times hard.

The cabin door swung open and standing in the doorway was a giant of a man. His whole head was almost completely hidden by a shaggy mane of black hair and a wild-man's beard. His eyes were just about visible, black beetles glinting under all the hair.

The giant squeezed himself outside, stooping so that his head just brushed the top of the frame. His own house and Rubeus Hagrid didn't even fit through the door properly. Then again, Hagrid didn't fit in most places, being part-giant.

“Alright, Daire!" the Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts greeted, what was visible of his cheeks growing a little puffier to indicate somewhere under all that natural facial insulation he was smiling. “Figured it'd be yeh' who got detention only three days inta' the semester."

“You know me, sir," Daire replied throwing up a chaka – his fist curled with only his thumb and pinky extended. “Keepin' it real."

“Too real if you ask me," Filch grunted. “Enjoy your stay with the werewolves and wraiths… nighty-night." The caretaker hobbled off, his lantern bobbing back up towards the school.

Hagrid shook his head, shifting his crossbow to his side and beckoning his dog, “Fang" to follow. “Don' mind that grumpy sod," he assured, leading Daire towards the edge of the forest. “Just a walk in the forbidden forest, nothin' you ain' done before, am I right?"

Daire grinned with a nod. “I know. Mister Filch is just sour because of this new generation. All that damn gangster rap and those video games are desensitizing today's youth to harsh disciplinary action."

“… wha' are video games?"

Honestly, Daire shouldn't have expected Hagrid to take any more away from that statement.

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Detention at Hogwarts wasn't the child's-play stuff like copying lines. Detention at Hogwarts taught you a lesson. At Hogwarts, if you did wrong your punishment was to either do something useful or get out.

Honestly Daire kind of liked it. He much preferred to do something useful than waste the whole night doing something pointless that didn't teach him anything.

Mild cases of sadism aside, Daire was learning a very particular lesson tonight. Navigating the Forbidden Forest.

Navigating the dark woods was easy enough if you stuck to the rules. Look cool, don't get lost; and if you do get lost, refer to rule one. Of course, it helped to just stick to the paths that snaked all over the Forbidden Forest. Follow those and you'd never get lost, so you could focus on looking cool.

Or in Daire's case, focus on talking Hagrid's ears off.

“… so then Mister Carmack started working on the Doom franchise," the young human explained to the oblivious giant accompanying him through the forest. “This is an important one, especially since it put the player in a complete three-dee environment."

“But ye' jus' said that Wolfenstein…" Hagrid started, indicating he'd indeed been paying attention for the past half-an-hour.

“Oh, yeah, that was three-dee. But that was, like, on a single level. Doom supported multiple levels of elevation, you know, up and down. Full three-dimensional presence and a physics engine that allowed for smooth, fast rendering of sprites and… I've lost you, haven't I?"

Hagrid did look lost for a moment. Though lost in thought, and it wasn't over what Daire was talking about.

He stopped in his tracks and took Daire three paces to realise. Stopping, he half turned to the groundskeeper, watching casually as the man peered past his lantern.

“Hold on. There's sommat' up ahead," he rumbled, lifting the light a little higher.

Ahead was a black mound that looked a little out of place against the rest of the forest floor silhouetted by the moonlight peering through the trees. Hagrid led them closer and as the light spilled over the mound just over the edge of the path. Light fell on the thing and all of Daire's hope for them stumbling upon a harmless pile of leaves or a felled log withered away.

Withered. An apt word to use considering what he was looking at.

It was a centaur, or rather, what had once upon a time been a centaur. The torso of a man, no matter how emancipated was easy to see, and the bare skin turned to fur around the waist that led out into the lower body of a horse. The torso was curled up into the best impression of a foetal position the creature could have mustered, once powerful equine legs withered and curled with arms folded feebly across the narrow, anorexic looking chest.

It was impossible to tell how old the body was, but from what little Daire knew about mummies he'd have to say several thousand years. That's how it appeared anyway.

The corpse could have been fresh for all he knew. But the skin was cracked and dried. Every fat-reserve and ounce of liquid was sucked out so the thin layer of dried flesh was pulled taught over the skeleton. The fur and facial hair were still fresh enough, with wisps of chestnut locks hanging oddly over the tiny little crackly shoulders.

Normally speaking Daire never would have bothered to try and get a straight answer out of a centaur. They were stargazers, the lot of them. Most were never interested in anything closer than the moon.

This one was dead and was way too revealing on the cause of death.

The only un-withered part of the centaur was the thick trunk of meat hanging partially rigid between his hind legs. To look as closely as Hagrid was looking made the teenager feel the need to belt out a “no-homo" for good measure. And the subtle little teeth marks in the sensitive pink and brown flesh made Daire squirm.

“Now there's sommat' 'ye don' see every day," Hagrid mused.

Daire had to disagree on that one considering it looked like whatever had sucked the centaur dry had done so through his man-straw. “Actually, there's something you never want to see, ever."

A whimper caught their attention and both Hagrid and Daire looked down to their canine compatriot. Fang quivered, tail between his legs and he took a few wary steps back. He obviously knew something the two bipeds didn't, but failed to share.

At least not until it was too late.

The mighty wolfhound that at first glance looked like he'd sooner maul you than lick you howled, turned and ran the moment it started. One minute he was there, then in the blink of an eye he bolted, running back onto the path and legging it towards home.

He was the smart one considering the rain of projectiles hitting them up.

Rocks poured from above and covering his head in his arms, Daire only just about managed to leap out of the way from the cascade. A pang of guilty relief hit him when he realised most of the projectiles were aimed at Hagrid.

He roared, then slumped over. Daire didn't see where he'd been hit, the human guessed the groundskeeper had been hit all over, but he figured one must have struck him in the head because Hagrid barely stirred where he lay between his shattered lantern and his useless crossbow.

Daire managed to roll over a clump of protruding roots and clambered behind a thick tree as another hail of rocks rained on him. Only this time with a little distance from the dead centaur that obviously served as bait for this hellish trap, Daire had a new angle from which to survey the situation.

His first observation were the rocks themselves, all of them smooth, polished pebbles. They were probably bullets flung from slingshots.

Secondly, they weren't raining from above. They were coming at him horizontally, meaning whoever was attacking didn't have the high ground. And Daire wasn't about to let them take it.

Breaking cover when the next wave of pebbles subsided, Daire pounded his way uphill like crazy. Survival instinct took over the nagging notion in the back of his head reminding him he was off the path. If he strayed too far from the flickering little light that remained in Hagrid's lantern he'd surely get lost.

He made it up a ridge, noticing the bullets arching up as whoever was shooting tried to track him. He was obviously moving faster than they could reload and aim. Dropping to his knees he slid over a bank of moss and pressed his back against the next thick tree he could find and listened to the rapid-fire thumps of the pebbles settle around him.

Quickly the sound subsided in favour for hooves cropping the moss underfoot. Daire listened intently, drawing his wand and holding it in both hands, safely pointed at the ground. He recognised the sound, it was definitely hooves. But it wasn't the gallop or canter – not even the nervous 'circle on the spot' – pattern he associated with centaurs. It sounded almost bipedal.

Whipping around out of cover, he held up his wand ready to erect a shield should another volley of projectiles be fired at him. The attack didn't come, and flinging a globe of magical light over the dale he watched nearly a dozen figures melt out of the shadows.

He recognised them instantly by the brilliant shimmering white fur and wondered how on earth they had managed to camouflage themselves so well and at the same time remain so clean and groomed. Then again there was something supernatural about the appearance of unicorns.

According to lore unicorns were beautiful, graceful creatures. So fast you couldn't catch one, and they'd only approach an innocent virgin. And these tales were of course true for the traditional unicorn.

Their anthro cousins residing on the Forbidden Forest were not so savoury. These were the bipedal tribals, hunters and gatherers, warriors who protected their territory just as fiercely, or in some cases more so, than centaurs would. And something told Daire he'd stumbled right into the midst of their land.

There were ten of them exactly, a conveniently round number. And conveniently enough, they were all females, as evidenced by the curved, shapely hips and the bare, uncovered breasts. Their crystalline horns glistened and shimmered in the orb of magical light Daire had cast, with unnatural pink fire glowing in their eyes and a lusty haze misting from their mouths.

That was a new feature Daire hadn't been expecting and it didn't take too much of his IQ to figure out something was wrong with these unicorns. And the way they dropped their slingshots, removed their loincloths and started seductively up the slope to where Daire stood told him he was about to find out what.

If Daire was to hazard any guesses, the first would be that it was these cursed unicorns were the ones who sucked the life out of that centaur. And now they were fixing on doing the same to him… so Daire met them halfway.

Aiming his wand like a firearm, Daire stepped forward and fired off whatever came to mind. Hexes and curses streamed down on the unicorns in a torrent that would make dark wizards shit their pants. But instead of striking the approaching women, the magic seemed to hit invisible shields projected around them, each subsequent impact vibrating through the hilt of his wand like he were swinging a hammer into an anvil.

Ducking sideways as one of the unicorns lunged forward like a sex-drunk zombie, Daire flourished out a series of curses (literal ones, not the magical ones) and moved clear. Swinging his wand like a blade he let out a blast intended to break through parries and magical shields. But like before, even at such closer range, the magic just whacked into an energy barrier similar to the pink haze bleeding from her eyes and sent Daire reeling.

Something smacked into his side and soon Daire felt hands tearing at his fatigues. Keeping his centre of gravity low, the human rolled with the impact, got his arms under the attacker and pushed the unicorn femme off him.

Whipping around – even as the unicorn scrambled to rise with him and attempt to tackle him to the ground again – Daire levelled the tip of his wand on the unicorn's face and unleashed a traditional stupefy. She doubled back and stumbled, but like before it was as if nothing had happened. Shaking it off like she was protected by whatever hex she was under, the unicorn made forward again. Only this time she was right on top of him.

One hand grabbed his wrist and pushed his wand away. And with a hard shove she had Daire flat on his back. The unicorn straddled him, smiling deviously through the pink haze glowing from her mouth and eyes. Daire struggled, expecting to have some strength over the anthro femme, but he was a seventeen-year-old student. She was a tribal raised from birth without the modern comforts of most other people and taught to fight and hunt from a young age.

It barely took her any effort to keep him pinned down.

She had her mouth open and tongue out as she came down on Daire, clearly intent on sucking his brains out through his mouth. He would have thought of something more crude, like 'sucking his genitals out through his mouth,' but he was pretty sure her dripping nether lips had other plans for those said genitals.

She didn't get a chance to make contact though. She was stopped by a flash of orange light, and conjured in her gob was a ball-gag made of magic, strapped tightly in place.

“Ah-ah-ah," Daire chided, flicking his wand again. “I'm not into that kissy-kissy crap."

Rosetta's favourite spell left his lips and in a burst of light similar to the one that conjured the gag, a thick, long vibrator comprised of magic exploded into existence behind the unicorn. It self-guided as he drew his wand back, levitating the thing into position immediately.

The conjured phallus forced its way unlovingly into her cunny with desperate rage; although the unicorn didn't seem to mind if her muffled squeal and crossed eyes were anything to go by. The force of the thrust lifted her ass high into the air as she dug her fingertips into the dirt.

She didn't lift very high off the boy, but then Daire didn't need much. Just enough clearance to roll out from under the unicorn and scramble to his feet. He needed good footing. Scrambling about in the dirt would make him slow and vulnerable to the others.

He dug the grippy soles of his boots in the dirt just in time. The other unicorns were on all fours, scrambling about to get an angle so they could molest him while their sister had her way. But since she was otherwise engaged, moaning into the ball-gag, the others scrambled to tackle Daire again.

Jumping up from his crouch, Daire threw himself into a downhill tumble, and when he was satisfied he'd cleared some breathing room fired a flash-bomb spell into the dirt by his heels. The unicorns reeled, though not for long it still gave Daire the time he needed to conjure an orb of erotic purple light on the tip of his wand.

When the smoke and light from the flash-bomb settled, the unicorns were moving in again. But Daire was ready for them. Or more specifically, the spell he had prepared was ready for them.

Daire was – as you probably know by now – no stranger to breaking rules. In first year he worked out an enchantment in order to work electronic equipment at Hogwarts and was subsequently caught playing Pokemon on a Gameboy in the back of class.

Second year was when he got into a few fights, mainly other Slytherins during the academic year. He was probably the only Slytherin that got on better with the kids from the other houses than he did with those of his own house.

In third year he was caught sabotaging the house points system. It's not what you think though, he wasn't trying to add points to Slytherin. In fact, he was trying to shunt points away from Slytherin and into Hufflepuff. Rosetta had been mean to a friend of Daire's from Hufflepuff. It had been an attempt at passive revenge, which worked out pretty good because getting caught meant Slytherin lost a whole load of points, putting Hufflepuff in the lead for the House Cup. Detention sucked though, but at that point he was getting pretty used to it.

In fourth year he and Rosetta grew a tentacle plant in the greenhouse, which subsequently started a molestation spree during each Herbology class. Professor Sprout wasn't the least bit amused. How he had gotten away without expulsion was anyone's guess.

Alright, I'm going waaaaaaaaay off track here, but bear with me because I'm about to get to the point.

That same year was when the relationship between him and Rosetta really started getting physical. And Rosetta was a girl of varying, often quickly changing tastes. Not that she'd snub him for other guys. She wasn't exactly the loyal type, but Daire was pretty sure she didn't have a harem lying around. She kept coming back to him for some reason, and Daire sometimes theorised it had something to do with them both having a similar disregard for rules.

Anyway, the point is that Daire had gotten overwhelmed by Rosetta's seemingly infinite stamina. He had heard tale of something called erotic magic, hidden within the forbidden section of the library. So one night he snuck out of the Slytherin dorms and broke into the forbidden section. And among various terrible things like finger-biting books and scrolls that howl like banshees he found a tome that was considered black magic at the time of its writing.

It was the book of Carnal Warlocks. Conceived back in the eighteen-hundreds, these guys were the pick-up artists of the dark-ages. They didn't even use wands, with their spells they could touch and bring men and women alike to orgasm through manipulation of electrical impulses through the central nervous system with gentle application of magic.

As far as books in the forbidden section went, Daire figured this book was the most harmless. And with some practice he had perfected a few contact spells that were best described as 'titillating.'

He'd never used any of the spells on himself though, he took Rosetta's drooling word for the fact they were satisfactory. But now, instead of gathering up a spell in order to mind-break Rosetta with an earth-shattering orgasm, he was spooling the magic up to defend himself from ravenous unicorns.

Truly Daire was living the simple life.

He lifted his wand as the unicorns drew in for another bout and Daire fired off the spell. A sliver of light peeled off the gathered orb, reducing its size like a gun cutting into its ammo supply. The beams of light arched outward, then met exactly where he had directed them, making hard contact with the nearest unicorn's face. Her whole head snapped back like he'd hit her with a stupefy at close range, only instead of falling with a bloody nose and tears in her eyes, she dropped to her knees moaning.

The purple light from the spell glowed across her face as she raked her fingers through her fur. She was otherwise engaged, but she didn't go down all the way. It was a crappy first shot, but the range between them had been so close Daire had a momentary lapse in judgement.

Ideally the carnal spells were directed towards erogenous zones. That way the magic really got working to maximum effect. With that in mind he left the first unicorn to her devices and aimed lower for the next.

Normally a magic duel was like a cross between a sword-fight and a gun-fight. This however descended into what was better described as a knife-fight. Three unicorns crabbed Daire at once, latching on with handfuls of his jacket while drawing in. But as their bodies pressed in to follow suit, the human jabbed them with the tip of his wand.

The orb of purple light on his wand-tip made contact with one unicorn's breast and she stepped back, grabbing the puddle of light clinging to her coat like it was a wound. She squeezed, squishing the ample flesh between her fingers as she shuddered with surprise of the electric jolts tingling on her nipple. Daire had already turned and poked another unicorn in the belly, then turned back to the femme massaging her breast and ran the tip up between her thighs. The light left visible purple trails along her inner thighs until he touched the tight, closed pussy lips forming the delta between her legs.

The effects were as instant as they were explosive. The unicorn danced on the spot for a moment. A jittery, gyrating dance that threw her hips back and forth as she clawed her hands down from her breasts to her thighs. Her balance completely compromised she keeled over to one side just as little jets of her cum started squirting from her tender, over-stimulated pussy.

It was just a small gush at first that increased in torrent as she heavily flumped into a pile of leaves on her side. The gushing fountain was large enough to tag Daire from the side, and were he not busy he would have recoiled.

Wet spots dappled his jacket and trousers as he forced his shoulder into another unicorn's ribs and pushed past her. Another pulled at him from behind to stop him from going, and as he let out a surprised yelp he tapped his wand on the rump of the unicorn he bodychecked.

Slivers of light pooled along her soft ass-cheek before breaking apart and slithering around the gentle curvature and up under her tail like sex-guided projectiles. The woman gasped loudly, eyes ablaze with surprise and pleasure as her anus lit up like New Year's Eve at the London Eye. Her back arched as far as it would go as she grabbed a hold of her ass-cheeks, squeezing and massaging them as she fell into a twitching, drooling heap.

The one that had a grip on him had a good hold though. One of her arms snaked under his and over his chest, the other went down over his hip and he felt her firm grip close on the hardening erection in his trousers. The sight of the women falling into loud orgasms was indeed getting to him, what teenager wouldn't be aroused. But his instinct to not be turned into an emancipated husk was overriding the carnal need to just drop trou and let the ladies have their way.

He felt her soft breasts squash against his back as she pressed her body to his, holding him firmly in place while her hot breath brushed Daire's cheek. Then there was a warm, sticky wetness on the side of his face, and with a gasp of revulsion he realised it was her tongue.

While she had him the unicorn grossly ran her tongue all across his cheek, up to the corner of his eye, back to his ear and then spread a layer of her saliva down to his jawline again.

“Unph!" Daire jammed his mouth shut as she tried to turn his head into her sloppy ministrations and reached back until his hand found her horn. With a jerking motion he pulled her face away from his, but she didn't loosen her grip. “Lady, gimme a break!"

His wand came up behind him and he touched it between her legs, holding it in place for longer than he had with the others. The unicorn convulsed and screamed with ecstasy, but only tightened her grip. Even as a waterfall of hot cum soaked the back of Daire's legs, she refused to let go, hugging him like a comforter as she rode through an unending orgasm. Her whole body was shuddering and convulsing like she was having a seizure.

At the same time another unicorn looking for the same treatment came up the front with one of her sisters in tow. They immediately went for his pants, fingers fumbling with the button and zipper as Daire kicked trying to keep them off. Whipping his wand forward again he jabbed one in the nipple and the other across the belly.

As they fell back like they were being electrocuted, Daire looked at horror at the tip of the wand. He'd expended the entirely of the carnal spell and was going to have to muster another. But with one of the unicorns getting a free piggy-back ride, that was going to be hard.

Firing off a few rudimentary hexes he forced the stunned unicorns back then reached back with his free hand and found the inner thigh of the woman holding him in place. His gloved hand slid up along her slick fur until his fingers found the lips, wet and swollen with desire for round two. There was no romance in the action, he just plunged in like it was business as usual, and the unicorn doubled forward like he'd kicked her in the gut.

It couldn't have been very comfortable considering his gloves, but then he could feel her moisture leaking through the stitching. She was like a running tap as he worked his fingers in and out of her while his thumb found a soft nub of flesh near the top of the opening. It took three circular rubs of that pearl to get her to loosen up.

Slipping from her grip, he sidestepped and twisted then shoved her hard in the chest with both hands. As she fell back, Daire's wand flashed towards the first unicorn he'd engaged. She looked like the vibrating phallus of light had fucked her silly, her face in the dirt drooling around the gag and her knees under her chest, pointing her rump high and vulnerable into the air.

The magic dildo pulled from her sopping insides with a wet pop, eliciting a squeal form the unicorn before she keeled over, agonising bliss leaking from her eyes.

The dildo itself flew across the 'battlefield' littered with convulsing female bodies before pressing itself into the unicorn he just shoved. The excess of cum having flowed out of her lubricated the entry so it was like passing a cylindrical peg through a circular hole. There was no resistance. It just hilted inside her and the vibrations set the unicorn off again, her own shudders of pleasure tackling her to the deck.

With the breathing room he needed he whirled his wand by his side and worked up another reservoir of carnal magic. It took him several seconds of concentration before the purple bubble formed at the tip of his wand again. When it had grown to its previous size again, Daire got stuck in again.

When he was done, all ten unicorns were on the ground. Some of them were snoozing, others still riding off the last of what the carnal spells were doing to them. The grabby unicorn with the dildo hilted into her drenched passage was still moaning and crying out. Her hands gripped the base of it exposed through her stretched lips, but she made no attempts to extract it. In fact, she seemed to be trying to push it deeper as she lifted her ass off the ground and bucked into the air, streams of her cum squirting from between her nether lips and the toy.

Some of it dappled Daire's trousers, adding to the sticky mess clinging to his fatigues. But Daire wasn't watching.

His eyes were turned upwards. The fight had led him back down to the path where Hagrid lay unconscious still. And up on the ridge he had originally captured in the opening minutes of the ambush stood something new. Another figure, though not like the anthro unicorns now cooing and writhing on the ground around him.

The figure overlooking the aftermath was clad in a heavy cloak, sinister looking in all the typical ways. It didn't even seem to stand on the ground, seemingly hovering just a few inches off the ground.

Its hooded head turned to eye Daire as he raised his wand to defend himself, but it did not make any aggressive advances. Instead the figure whirled around and jetted away into the darkness, disappearing from sight.

Lowering his wand again, Daire stood in silence catching his breath. Soon the moans from the unicorns died down and the rustling of their bodies thrashing in the leaves dimmed as they fell asleep. Even the buzzing of the magical phallus died out as the spell that conjured it wore off, giving the grabby unicorn a final reprieve from her unending stimulation.

Splashed with unicorn drool and girl-cum, surrounded by unconscious naked unicorn anthros and Hagrid snoozing contently nearby… Daire sighed and rubbed his face.

The moment he made it back to the school he was going to have to pull a serious explanation out of his ass.