The Tub Tag Curse

Here’s a bit of fun for you. I was working on WAWN, and had just completed a big scene, when I felt like doing something silly. So… this just came out of me. LOL If you hate it, I’ll trash it. But if you want more, I’ll add to it when I can. Let me know.

Disclaimer: I can claim no ownership of the characters or places used in this fiction.

The Tub Tag Curse


A small grey owl flew into the Great Hall, dropping a small package in front of Albus Dumbledore while he ate his breakfast. “Ah, mail’s here,” he muttered, grabbing the package and opening it. A shiny gold disk gleamed inside. Curious, Dumbledore lifted it to examine. As soon as he laid one old finger upon it, however, the disk glowed and red letters began to form on the center of it.

Minerva McGonagall was sitting next to Dumbledore at the time. She leaned towards him when her attention was caught by the light on the disk. “What a strange looking object, Albus,” she said. “What is it?”

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and held the disk straight out in front of him so he could read the writing. Minerva waited, glancing from the disk to the headmaster. When she noticed the headmaster’s face becoming deep red, she said, “Albus? What’s the matter?”
She leaned over closer and read the words for herself. She too became beet red with embarrassment. “This has to be a hoax!” she exclaimed.

Albus turned his head, looking down the headtable to his right. “Professor Flitwick, may I see you a moment?”

The small man slipped off his chair and went behind Dumbledore. Albus turned around and handed him the disk. “What is your opinion of this? Is it a hoax?”

Professor Flitwick was an expert at charms, so he examined the disk carefully. When he read the words, he too blushed and cleared his throat. “Ah… sir… no, I believe this is real. I’m afraid that by touching it with your bare hands, you have set the curse in motion. The… conditions… must be met, sir, or else you’ll suffer the consequence.”

McGonagall put her hand over her mouth and gasped. “Oh, no!”

Flitwick nodded. “Yes, I’m afraid so. And since you touched it first, Headmaster, you must be the first to go.”

“But it says here that the whole school must take a turn or the consequence will be suffered by everyone, indefinitely,” McGonagall worried, eyes wide. “They are just children, Albus!”

Dumbledore closed his eyes and thought for a moment. “We’ll have to notify the parents. I’m sure that when they hear the consequence, they’ll agree to let their child have one… experience. We’ll just have to empress upon them that they must choose someone in their own grade.”

“Well that’s fine, but what about when the adults have all had a turn?” McGonagall asked. “One of us is gong to have to pass it on to a student, a seventh year, perhaps.”

“Yes,” Dumbledore nodded. “Who is our youngest staff member?”

“That would be Professor Trelawny,” McGonagall answered.

“Then we will have to make sure she is the last of the adults to receive it,” Dumbledore decided.

“Oh, Albus, this is terrible!” McGonagall cried. “We are going to have to tell the students, they need to know.”

“You’re right, Minerva,” Dumbledore said. He stood up and cleared his throat. “Excuse me, everyone, quiet down, quiet down. I have an announcement to make.”

Everyone grew silent and turned their attention to the headmaster.

“This morning, I received a package containing a very powerful curse,” Dumbledore said. Many students looked frightened. “I am so sorry to have to tell you this, but it involves all of you as well. If the conditions on the disk aren’t met, the consequences of the curse will affect all of us – for the rest of our lives.”

Students looked at one another in fear. Then Dumbledore continued. “Each of us, in turn, must have… sexual relations… twice.” Now the chatter broke out, gasps of horror and disbelief filled the hall. Some of the students, however, grinned at the news and looked excited about it.

“SILENCE!” Dumbledore’s voice boomed. “You must hear the rest. I received the disk first, so I must pick someone to accompany me to the prefects’ bath. And yes, it does specify the prefects’ bath. When we are… finished… then I must leave the bath and give someone else the disk. That person must go into the bath and have… relations… with the person I had just been with. When their relations are done, then the one who has had it twice, will leave the bath and pass the disk on to someone else who must then enter the bath, and so on. You can only give the disk to someone who hasn’t had a turn yet. We are going to add that you must give the disk to someone in your year. If everyone in your year has had a turn, then you must hand it to someone in the year directly below yours.”

“Since the adults will be going first, we will have time to notify your parents. I’m sure they’ll agree once they hear what the consequence will be if you do not do this,” Dumbledore said. He looked at Minerva and she nodded at him.

Dumbledore took a breath. “If you don’t participate, the curse says your body will be permanently altered. For men and boys, your… penis… will shrink to the size of a peanut and remain so for the rest of your lives.” The boys opened their eyes in horror.

“For women and girls, your… breasts… will shrink to the size of bug bites and remain so for the rest of your lives,” he finished, quickly. The sound in the room became deafening as the students began talking to one another all at once.

“QUIET!” Dumbledore yelled. Everyone grew quiet again, panic on their faces. “There is one more thing. Everyone must go through with it, once they are given the disk, no matter who is sitting in the water waiting for you. If any one person does not participate, the curse will affect us all and we’ll all be altered for the rest of our lives. So you see, there really isn’t a choice. I’m so very, very sorry. We will do everything in our power to find the culprit who sent this curse and they will be punished severely. In the meantime, it’s best if we get started.”

Dumbledore turned towards the headtable and noticed all the professors were looking down at their plates or off at some distant spot on the wall. Flitwick was able to duck under the tablecloth. Dumbledore’s eyes finally rested on Minerva and he smiled. “Minerva, please accompany me to the bath,” he said politely.

The students gasped and blushed as they realized that Dumbledore and McGonagall were about to take a bath together and have… sex! Many of them really didn’t want to imagine it. Old people fucking? Ewww

McGonagall stood up and caste her eyes down in embarrassment. Snape stood and walked over to Dumbledore’s side. He leaned down and said, “Sir, I could fix you a restorative if you should need it.”

“I’ll be quite all right, Severus,” Dumbledore answered. “There’s still some flobber in my old worm.”

Snape looked at him a few moments. “Yes, sir.”

Dumbledore offered Minerva his arm and they exited the Great Hall as everyone began talking all at once again.


Dumbledore and McGonagall walked into the prefects bathing room. While the water was filling in the tub, Minerva said, “I haven’t bathed in here since I was a prefect!”

“Ever share it with someone?” Dumbledore asked, a twinkle in his eyes.

“Now, Albus,” McGonagall said, coyly. “A lady must have some secrets.”

When the bath was filled they both stood on opposite sides and looked at one another. “Well, I suppose I’ll go in first,” Albus said, dropping his wizard’s robe to the ground.

Minerva was surprised to see that he was completely naked underneath. Her eyes opened wide as Albus stood there, his old prick rapidly swelling in size. It was much bigger than she anticipated! “Oh, Albus,” she said. “You have a very nice body!”

“Thank you, Minerva,” he smiled. He stepped into the tub and sat down, waiting for her to undress and join him.

McGonagall sighed bravely and threw off her robe. Underneath was another robe. She threw off that one, and there was yet another robe and another.

Dumbledore was getting frustrated. How many robes did the blasted woman wear? Was she really that cold?

Finally she was down to her last robe and she smiled at Albus with her face turned down shyly. When she took it off, Dumbledore saw that she wore bloomers instead of modern knickers, her boobs sagged, almost reaching her belly button. Dumbledore wanted to turn his face away, but he didn’t want to be rude, not after she had given him such a nice complement.

He cleared his throat and said, “Nice… acorn squashes… you have there, Minerva.”

“Thank you, Albus! Do you really think so?” Minerva said, excitedly. “Look what I can do with them.” She picked them up in her hands and lifted them to her face, licking at her own nipples.

Dumbledore watched in shock. He had no idea she was this kinky! His cock grew harder under the water. “Very… nice,” he rasped. “Won’t you join me, Minerva?”

She dropped her breasts and they bounced off her belly, jiggling until they came to a stop. “Let me show you my kitty,” she said, grinning. She began to peel off her knickers, exposing her grey bush. “Would you like to pet the kitty?”

“Yes, I would,” Albus replied, lustily.

McGonagall jumped into the bath, feeling like she was a teenager again. The water splashed all over Albus’ face and he wiped his eyes and sputtered.

“Oh Albus, I feel young again,” McGonagall laughed, splashing around.

“Well, as the headmaster, I must discipline you for your unprofessional behavior,” he teased.

McGonagall looked at him to see if he was joking and notice the twinkle in his eye. She laughed and decided to play along. “I’m sorry, Headmaster,” she said. “What’s my punishment?”

“Lean over the edge of the bath,” he said, standing up.

McGonagall laughed and did as he said, exposing her old arse to him. Then she yelped when she felt his hand come slapping down hard on her wet arse. “Albus!” she exclaimed. Then he did it again, and again. Slap, slap, slap! “Albus! Please! It hurts,” she yelled.

“Then I’ll have to kiss it to make it feel better,” he said, bending down and sticking his tongue in her arse, wiggling it around.

“Oh, oh, oh, Albus!” she screamed. “You old pervert!”

“I have an arse fetish, Minerva,” he replied between licks. “Always have, ever since my first rim job back in 1942.”

Minerva was wiggling with joy. “Oh, oh, oh.”

Moaning Myrtle watched the two old people from above, her head sticking through the ceiling. She was grinning from ear to ear. It was working! Her curse was working! Now she’d be entertained for a long time to come, thanks to her blackmail of a certain… someone… who helped create the curse and put it in the mail. She held her giggle in as she watched the first participants.

An hour later, Minerva McGonagall had a big grin on her face as she leaned back and relaxed in the tub. Dumbledore was drying off and putting his robe back on. Then a thought came to her mind. “Oh, Albus? Who are you going to give the disk to?” she asked.

Dumbledore looked at her with mischief in his eyes and said, “It will be a surprise.” He slipped out the door before she could say anything else.

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A/N What do you think? Who should do McGonagall? I don’t want to spend too much time on the teachers, because I want to get to our favorite students! I know I didn’t complete the whole sex scene between Albus and Minerva – that’s because they just don’t turn me on. LOL It was meant to be funny in their case. If you want to see someone together, let me know. I’ll take suggestions, but I still may surprise you. LOL

Remember, this fiction is written for some smutty fun and comedy. There will be no heavy plot and the chapters won’t be too long because I’m focusing the main bulk of my time on my fictions that have a plot. I just get the urge to be silly at times, and this piece is one way for me to do it.

Let me know if you want more… Thanks!