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Hairy Potter, mouse-boy wizard extraordinaire, slumped in

his seat and listened to the school's flying instructor, Rolanda Coochy, drone

on about drag coefficients and wind resistance.

He knew the material backwards

and forwards, so he strained to look interested. Under the table, he absently massaged his

oversized package. There was nothing

sexual in this habit. It was just

comforting to pet the permanent bulge in his trousers, like one might pet a

family cat in one's lap.Coochy could see Hairy's actions from her perch at the front

of the class, and felt her nipples tighten and enlarge. She had more than once sampled the joys

hidden behind the teen's thick wool trousers, and the memory of those

encounters made her woman flesh twitch."Ten points to Griffendork!" she suddenly shouted.The classroom moaned a unified complaint. They were used to Hairy's house getting

points whenever the teacher was female and whenever he toyed with his limp

cock.Hairy smiled slyly at the older, but strangely beautiful

witch, and gave her a wink. Coochy felt

her knees buckle slightly and had to force herself to avert her gaze from Hairy's

crotch. She felt the color rise in her

cheeks and turned her back on the class, to point out some calculations on the

black board to hide her blush.If the truth were known, Hairy had taken most of the female

instructors at one time or another in his years at the Hogfart's academy of

Magic, along with most of the female student body. His legendary sexual prowess was not purely biological

or learned, it was the result of an event that was yet clouded in mystery.When Hairy was an infant, the evil lord of dark magic,

He-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless, Waldomart (oops!) had tried to kill the boy. Waldomart knew that Hairy was destined to be

a great wizard and to challenge him. But

the evil spell the evil wizard had cast on the infant misfired, or something. The resulting miscast spell had struck Hairy

square on his penis, imbuing the organ with decidedly unmouselike qualities. It was, now, roughly the size of a 16 ounce

beer can, and that was when it was limp!

In addition, his nards had expanded to near-avocado-sized proportions,

with a resulting increased in his ejaculation force and volume. The curse had altered his libido to the point

where he had to get laid at least once a day, and could handle five times a day

without breaking a sweat. The only downside, if you could call it that, to the curse

was a jagged, keloid car running down the length of his mousehood, in the shape

of a zig-zagging lightning bolt. The

scar was legendary, and everyone wanted to see it, and Hairy was only too happy

to oblige the curious. This had won him

the lust of many a witch-in-training and the enmity of every less-equipped

student wizard. It was rumored that the raised, rough scar

also encouraged monumental orgasms in his lovers. There was definitely magic in Hairy's

trousers. Hairy nonchalantly gazed at the red-headed weasel sitting

next to him, his 'best friend' Ron Weasel.

The freckle-faced ginger was riveted by the teacher's lecture. He had to be.

Not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree was Ron, and passing each

course was a struggle for the lad.Sitting next to Ron was his 'girlfriend', Hymeny

Grinder. The golden haired rabbit was,

like Ron, paying close attention to the lecture, suck up that she was. Hymeny was a 'Pugblood', the product of the

mating of a magical person and a 'Nuggle', a regular person. Because of this she had to try harder than

the other students to win respect, which she accomplished by being better at

all things magical than anyone else in her class. But in the class-conscious world of magic

there were those who would never accept her as a full-fledged witch. It didn't bother Hairy, though. All that mattered to him was that she had a

snug, willing pussy and was always eager for a roll.Hairy, always the dominant one, got special pleasure in

taking female student in front of or with the knowledge of their

boyfriends. He derived a special power

over them by doing so. It was as if he

sapped them of their manhood, their masculinity, which of course flowed to him.

They might hate his guts, but they never

would challenge him, partly for fear he would reveal to the other students that

he had carnal knowledge of their girlfriends and such a revelation would lower

them in esteem to their peer group and humiliate them. Hairy would sometimes bag a girl he had no

special interest in just for this power.In fact, Hairy had even shagged Ron a time or two, or

three. It wasn't so much a sexual thing

to the mouse, but an affirmation of his dominance, his alpha-wizard

reputation. As a result, Ron was

entirely under his control, both physically and emotionally. Whenever Hairy wanted to nail Hymeny, Ron

would sit obediently by, ashen faced but silent. Hairy could bring the rabbit girl to heights

of pleasure the weasel knew he could never duplicate, especially given his

modest, nay, meager equipment. Her moans

of ecstasy and screams of orgasmic abandon often caused the defeated weasel to

spout a woody in his pants involuntarily.

He sometimes pulled out his own weasel and

worked it rapidly, hoping to time his own climax with that of his quivering girlfriend. Over time, Ron Weasel had even come to accept

that it was a degree of honor to have someone of Hairy's stature banging his girlfriend

regularly, not that the red-head could ever admit to it. It was like having a guest of great esteem

lodging with you, only, in this case, lodging his giant putz in your beloved's

quiver. Ron took refuge in the knowledge that someday they'd all

finish school, that Hairy would move on to greater glories and that Ron and

Hymeny could settle down and get married and raise a family. He knew that there would always be a special

void in her life that he wouldn't be able to fill (not least of which was the

wear and tear and stretching of her love nest) but it would be enough for the

weasel. He had not doubt that the

frizzy-haired rabbit loved him, in a sort of way.As Hairy considered the young rabbit, sitting in rapt

attention in the class, he recalled how he had saved her from the three-donged

monster dog (see Hairy Potter and the Philosopher's Bone), and on

another occasion had saved her when a giant troll had discovered them shagging

in the girl's lavatory. He had buggered

the beast into shameless humiliation, leaving the troll as tame as a drugged

kitten. Hairy had even taken his

pleasure with Hymeny after she had been petrified upon sighting the ballsac creature.Hairy's gaze

drifted to the rabbit's shapely and firm ass.

Her pleated skirt was so short he could imagine the gentle folds of her

unpantied vulva kissing the wooden bench where she sat. The mental image made his cock twitch in his

hand, and he knew he would have to void his balls into the rabbit after

class. Maybe he would let Ron assist him

in her defilement by rubbing her amble boobs while he put the stones to her.Hymeny could be a

rather stuck-up bitch at times, lording over the other students with her

mastery of magic. She had a way of

curling her lip at students she considered beneath her, and it pleased Hairy

when those same lips were stretched around his crank. He could skull-fuck the bitchyness right out

of her, leaving her a pliable, obedient slut. The oft-repeated picture of her

face glazed with his viscous spewage, her eyes worshiping him, never ceased to

give him a profound sense of accomplishment.

But Hymeny knew she could never possess

Hairy. He was destined for greater things, greater

asses than hers. Once, when she found

him laying some pipe with a ghost girl in the lavatory, she had to wait humbly

by until he had finished. Thereafter,

the ghost was known as a moaner, and her contented vocalizations often were

heard in the hallways at night. But that

didn't stop Hymeny from feeling jealous of all the other girls and women in the

mouse's life. Strangely enough, she

never felt jealous when Hairy pegged her boyfriend, Ron. She accepted it as an act of domination, not

an act of love. In fact, viewing the

virile mouse plugging her winsome boyfriend often sent odd spasms of pleasure through

her body, as if she could feel Hairy's member in her own body,

vicariously. To hear Ron grunting with

each thrust of Hairy's tool, to watch his face contorted from pain and

humiliation, to see the weasel's pathetic erection bobbing under his belly, felt

empowering to the hare. She could feel

sympathy, a closeness for the red-head that defied understanding. She felt as if she was sharing something with

Hairy at those times, sharing her boyfriend's rump, if nothing else. And afterwards, as she watched Ron waddling

around, taking mincing steps until the discomfort in his ass lessened, she felt

that the weasel had an understanding of her own experiences with the mouse

wizard.Hairy let his gaze wander around the classroom until he spied Draino

Killjoy, his arch enemy, so to speak.

Draino had given him such a ration of shit when Hairy first arrived at

Hogfarts, that it was only a matter of time until the pale rat had his

comeuppance. It actually happened rather

quickly. It was parents' night at the

academy. Draino's mother arrived to

visit her little shit son, and Hairy quickly and expertly seduced the older,

stately, classy MILF. By careful

planning, Hairy arranged it so Draino would enter his private dorm room and

find Hairy hammering his mother doggie style on his bed. Draino began to blubber, imploring his mother

to stop, but she was passed any reasoning.

Hairy doubted that she was even aware that her son was in the room. Hell, she probably wasn't even aware of her

own name at that point. Hairy simply had

smiled at his nemesis, and kept right on plowing his mother hard. Since then, Draino had given him a wide

berth. The family had tried to get the

head of the school, Dinkledork, to expel Hairy, but it came to nothing. When word had gotten out of his victory over

Draino Hairy became sort of a folk hero to Draino's many victims.The aerodynamics of broom flight class was almost at an end, and Hairy's

organ has begun to swell uncomfortably in his confining trousers. He feared he'd pop a full-on boner that would

rip the zipper his pants with a thunderous clap. It had happened before. No spell he knew could stop his engorgement

once it progressed to the point of no return.

And while he was justifiably proud of his tackle, he never liked the

idea of walking down the hallways with it obscenely jutting from his ruined

fly. Maybe when the teacher dismissed

the class he could linger in his seat until the other students had left, and

snag a quick and sloppy blow job from the punkish-looking Coochy. She would be so grateful for the attention,

since before Hairy came to Hogfarts the last time she had probably been laid

was when Merlin was just a freshman. Or

he could slip into an alcove and toss off.

But that was an act that required considerable effort and two

hands. He might be able to catch Hymeny's

eye and wordlessly communicate his lust to her, so she could linger after

class. Maybe he could bust a nut in her

butt again. No, she hadn't been able to

walk for two days after the last time he had done that. Hairy could force Ron to slip under the desk

after the other students had departed and orally placate him. He could always close his eyes and imagine it

was Ron's sister who was administering to him down there (they had amazingly

similar techniques).But it was too late. Hairy's

burgeoning erection was already lifting the table better than the Wingardium Leviosa spell. Quills started rolling off the table and the

students on either side of the frantic mouse were perplexed at the sudden

levitation of their desk. Hairy gritted

his teeth and tried to concentrate on something decidedly unsexy--like that

troll's pimple-covered green ass, but it was no use. The sound, like the tearing of a bed sheet,

came from under the desk as Hairy ruined yet another pair of trousers. Suddenly freed from its wool prison, his tool

lifted the desk another couple of inches.

There was general tittering in the classroom as the students became

aware of Hairy's plight. Ron

gasped. Hymeny smiled shyly and

blushed. Draino gloated. From her vantage point in front of the class, Coochy could see Hairy's dilemma,

as well as the purple head of his yogurt slinger, his dangling nards like twin

pink Bludgers.

"Class dismissed," Coochy hissed. The student began to slowly filter out of the

classroom, each pausing to take a last look at Hairy, still sitting rigidly in

his seat. At last it was just Coochy and

Hairy. Afterwards, as Coochy lay gasping for air on the rostrum, her cooze

steadily seeping his copious discharge onto the varnished surface, she raised

herself on one elbow and gazed lovingly at the course of her pleasure. She fondled his slowly deflating staff and

gave it a gentle kiss. That was all it

took. It rapidly reversed itself and

began swelling anew. "Well," thought Hairy,

"I guess Hymeny can wait another quarter hour while I service Coochy again."