{"sf1_id":618258,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Hairy Potter story","author":"sgtklark","words":2291,"posted_at":"2013-11-26T00:30:00.000Z","tags":["Cuckolding","Humilition","M/F","M/M","MILF","Magic","Mouse","Rabbit weasel","School","witch","wizard"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/618258-hairy-potter-story","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/618258","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=618258\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"The story is sort of disjointed, as I wrote it today in bits between house cleaning, yard work and shopping.","content":"\nHairy Potter, mouse-boy wizard extraordinaire, slumped in\nhis seat and listened to the school's flying instructor, Rolanda Coochy, drone\non about drag coefficients and wind resistance.\nHe knew the material backwards\nand forwards, so he strained to look interested. Under the table, he absently massaged his\noversized package. There was nothing\nsexual in this habit. It was just\ncomforting to pet the permanent bulge in his trousers, like one might pet a\nfamily cat in one's lap.Coochy could see Hairy's actions from her perch at the front\nof the class, and felt her nipples tighten and enlarge. She had more than once sampled the joys\nhidden behind the teen's thick wool trousers, and the memory of those\nencounters 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\npoints whenever the teacher was female and whenever he toyed with his limp\ncock.Hairy smiled slyly at the older, but strangely beautiful\nwitch, and gave her a wink. Coochy felt\nher knees buckle slightly and had to force herself to avert her gaze from Hairy's\ncrotch. She felt the color rise in her\ncheeks and turned her back on the class, to point out some calculations on the\nblack board to hide her blush.If the truth were known, Hairy had taken most of the female\ninstructors at one time or another in his years at the Hogfart's academy of\nMagic, along with most of the female student body. His legendary sexual prowess was not purely biological\nor 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,\nHe-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless, Waldomart (oops!) had tried to kill the boy. Waldomart knew that Hairy was destined to be\na great wizard and to challenge him. But\nthe evil spell the evil wizard had cast on the infant misfired, or something. The resulting miscast spell had struck Hairy\nsquare on his penis, imbuing the organ with decidedly unmouselike qualities. It was, now, roughly the size of a 16 ounce\nbeer can, and that was when it was limp!\nIn addition, his nards had expanded to near-avocado-sized proportions,\nwith a resulting increased in his ejaculation force and volume. The curse had altered his libido to the point\nwhere he had to get laid at least once a day, and could handle five times a day\nwithout breaking a sweat. The only downside, if you could call it that, to the curse\nwas a jagged, keloid car running down the length of his mousehood, in the shape\nof a zig-zagging lightning bolt. The\nscar was legendary, and everyone wanted to see it, and Hairy was only too happy\nto oblige the curious. This had won him\nthe lust of many a witch-in-training and the enmity of every less-equipped\nstudent wizard. It was rumored that the raised, rough scar\nalso encouraged monumental orgasms in his lovers. There was definitely magic in Hairy's\ntrousers. Hairy nonchalantly gazed at the red-headed weasel sitting\nnext to him, his 'best friend' Ron Weasel.\nThe freckle-faced ginger was riveted by the teacher's lecture. He had to be.\nNot the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree was Ron, and passing each\ncourse was a struggle for the lad.Sitting next to Ron was his 'girlfriend', Hymeny\nGrinder. The golden haired rabbit was,\nlike Ron, paying close attention to the lecture, suck up that she was. Hymeny was a 'Pugblood', the product of the\nmating of a magical person and a 'Nuggle', a regular person. Because of this she had to try harder than\nthe other students to win respect, which she accomplished by being better at\nall things magical than anyone else in her class. But in the class-conscious world of magic\nthere 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\nsnug, willing pussy and was always eager for a roll.Hairy, always the dominant one, got special pleasure in\ntaking female student in front of or with the knowledge of their\nboyfriends. He derived a special power\nover them by doing so. It was as if he\nsapped them of their manhood, their masculinity, which of course flowed to him.\nThey might hate his guts, but they never\nwould challenge him, partly for fear he would reveal to the other students that\nhe had carnal knowledge of their girlfriends and such a revelation would lower\nthem in esteem to their peer group and humiliate them. Hairy would sometimes bag a girl he had no\nspecial interest in just for this power.In fact, Hairy had even shagged Ron a time or two, or\nthree. It wasn't so much a sexual thing\nto the mouse, but an affirmation of his dominance, his alpha-wizard\nreputation. As a result, Ron was\nentirely under his control, both physically and emotionally. Whenever Hairy wanted to nail Hymeny, Ron\nwould sit obediently by, ashen faced but silent. Hairy could bring the rabbit girl to heights\nof pleasure the weasel knew he could never duplicate, especially given his\nmodest, nay, meager equipment. Her moans\nof ecstasy and screams of orgasmic abandon often caused the defeated weasel to\nspout a woody in his pants involuntarily.\nHe sometimes pulled out his own weasel and\nworked it rapidly, hoping to time his own climax with that of his quivering girlfriend. Over time, Ron Weasel had even come to accept\nthat it was a degree of honor to have someone of Hairy's stature banging his girlfriend\nregularly, not that the red-head could ever admit to it. It was like having a guest of great esteem\nlodging with you, only, in this case, lodging his giant putz in your beloved's\nquiver. Ron took refuge in the knowledge that someday they'd all\nfinish school, that Hairy would move on to greater glories and that Ron and\nHymeny could settle down and get married and raise a family. He knew that there would always be a special\nvoid in her life that he wouldn't be able to fill (not least of which was the\nwear and tear and stretching of her love nest) but it would be enough for the\nweasel. He had not doubt that the\nfrizzy-haired rabbit loved him, in a sort of way.As Hairy considered the young rabbit, sitting in rapt\nattention in the class, he recalled how he had saved her from the three-donged\nmonster dog (see Hairy Potter and the Philosopher's Bone), and on\nanother occasion had saved her when a giant troll had discovered them shagging\nin the girl's lavatory. He had buggered\nthe beast into shameless humiliation, leaving the troll as tame as a drugged\nkitten. Hairy had even taken his\npleasure with Hymeny after she had been petrified upon sighting the ballsac creature.Hairy's gaze\ndrifted to the rabbit's shapely and firm ass.\nHer pleated skirt was so short he could imagine the gentle folds of her\nunpantied vulva kissing the wooden bench where she sat. The mental image made his cock twitch in his\nhand, and he knew he would have to void his balls into the rabbit after\nclass. Maybe he would let Ron assist him\nin her defilement by rubbing her amble boobs while he put the stones to her.Hymeny could be a\nrather stuck-up bitch at times, lording over the other students with her\nmastery of magic. She had a way of\ncurling her lip at students she considered beneath her, and it pleased Hairy\nwhen those same lips were stretched around his crank. He could skull-fuck the bitchyness right out\nof her, leaving her a pliable, obedient slut. The oft-repeated picture of her\nface glazed with his viscous spewage, her eyes worshiping him, never ceased to\ngive him a profound sense of accomplishment.\nBut Hymeny knew she could never possess\nHairy. He was destined for greater things, greater\nasses than hers. Once, when she found\nhim laying some pipe with a ghost girl in the lavatory, she had to wait humbly\nby until he had finished. Thereafter,\nthe ghost was known as a moaner, and her contented vocalizations often were\nheard in the hallways at night. But that\ndidn't stop Hymeny from feeling jealous of all the other girls and women in the\nmouse's life. Strangely enough, she\nnever felt jealous when Hairy pegged her boyfriend, Ron. She accepted it as an act of domination, not\nan act of love. In fact, viewing the\nvirile mouse plugging her winsome boyfriend often sent odd spasms of pleasure through\nher body, as if she could feel Hairy's member in her own body,\nvicariously. To hear Ron grunting with\neach thrust of Hairy's tool, to watch his face contorted from pain and\nhumiliation, to see the weasel's pathetic erection bobbing under his belly, felt\nempowering to the hare. She could feel\nsympathy, a closeness for the red-head that defied understanding. She felt as if she was sharing something with\nHairy at those times, sharing her boyfriend's rump, if nothing else. And afterwards, as she watched Ron waddling\naround, taking mincing steps until the discomfort in his ass lessened, she felt\nthat the weasel had an understanding of her own experiences with the mouse\nwizard.Hairy let his gaze wander around the classroom until he spied Draino\nKilljoy, his arch enemy, so to speak.\nDraino had given him such a ration of shit when Hairy first arrived at\nHogfarts, that it was only a matter of time until the pale rat had his\ncomeuppance. It actually happened rather\nquickly. It was parents' night at the\nacademy. Draino's mother arrived to\nvisit her little shit son, and Hairy quickly and expertly seduced the older,\nstately, classy MILF. By careful\nplanning, Hairy arranged it so Draino would enter his private dorm room and\nfind Hairy hammering his mother doggie style on his bed. Draino began to blubber, imploring his mother\nto stop, but she was passed any reasoning.\nHairy doubted that she was even aware that her son was in the room. Hell, she probably wasn't even aware of her\nown name at that point. Hairy simply had\nsmiled at his nemesis, and kept right on plowing his mother hard. Since then, Draino had given him a wide\nberth. The family had tried to get the\nhead of the school, Dinkledork, to expel Hairy, but it came to nothing. When word had gotten out of his victory over\nDraino 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\norgan has begun to swell uncomfortably in his confining trousers. He feared he'd pop a full-on boner that would\nrip the zipper his pants with a thunderous clap. It had happened before. No spell he knew could stop his engorgement\nonce it progressed to the point of no return.\nAnd while he was justifiably proud of his tackle, he never liked the\nidea of walking down the hallways with it obscenely jutting from his ruined\nfly. Maybe when the teacher dismissed\nthe class he could linger in his seat until the other students had left, and\nsnag a quick and sloppy blow job from the punkish-looking Coochy. She would be so grateful for the attention,\nsince before Hairy came to Hogfarts the last time she had probably been laid\nwas when Merlin was just a freshman. Or\nhe could slip into an alcove and toss off.\nBut that was an act that required considerable effort and two\nhands. He might be able to catch Hymeny's\neye and wordlessly communicate his lust to her, so she could linger after\nclass. Maybe he could bust a nut in her\nbutt again. No, she hadn't been able to\nwalk for two days after the last time he had done that. Hairy could force Ron to slip under the desk\nafter the other students had departed and orally placate him. He could always close his eyes and imagine it\nwas Ron's sister who was administering to him down there (they had amazingly\nsimilar techniques).But it was too late. Hairy's\nburgeoning erection was already lifting the table better than the Wingardium Leviosa spell. Quills started rolling off the table and the\nstudents on either side of the frantic mouse were perplexed at the sudden\nlevitation of their desk. Hairy gritted\nhis teeth and tried to concentrate on something decidedly unsexy--like that\ntroll's pimple-covered green ass, but it was no use. The sound, like the tearing of a bed sheet,\ncame from under the desk as Hairy ruined yet another pair of trousers. Suddenly freed from its wool prison, his tool\nlifted the desk another couple of inches.\nThere was general tittering in the classroom as the students became\naware of Hairy's plight. Ron\ngasped. Hymeny smiled shyly and\nblushed. Draino gloated. From her vantage point in front of the class, Coochy could see Hairy's dilemma,\nas well as the purple head of his yogurt slinger, his dangling nards like twin\npink Bludgers.\n\"Class dismissed,\" Coochy hissed. The student began to slowly filter out of the\nclassroom, each pausing to take a last look at Hairy, still sitting rigidly in\nhis seat. At last it was just Coochy and\nHairy. Afterwards, as Coochy lay gasping for air on the rostrum, her cooze\nsteadily seeping his copious discharge onto the varnished surface, she raised\nherself on one elbow and gazed lovingly at the course of her pleasure. She fondled his slowly deflating staff and\ngave it a gentle kiss. That was all it\ntook. It rapidly reversed itself and\nbegan swelling anew. \"Well,\" thought Hairy,\n\"I guess Hymeny can wait another quarter hour while I service Coochy again.\""}