Hole

Above Malfoy Manor spectacular fireworks burst in crescendos of colour and sound. The traditional oohing and aahing noises were duly made by the guests, only half of whom could see the arched maze entrance at the end of the gardens, just beyond the sacrificial altar to which Harry Potter was bound.

Everyone had wandered over to look at Potter during the evening, taking a roundabout walk which passed him on its way through the lamp-lit gardens from the ballroom to the amphitheatre where acrobats, players and singers took their turns on the stage. The altar of black stone was imposing, but scaffolded seating had been raised in a circle around it so that the curious could get a good view of the boy bound helpless to the altar. Some of them approached close enough to touch, grazing reluctant or avid hands over his body, or souveniring locks of hair. He suffered it all dumbly and most of the onlookers realised that his voice had been silenced.

At each of the four pathways leading in to the altar, guards were stationed to prevent any sympathisers from approaching, and the wards did bounce a few gentle matrons and young maids, preventing them from approaching closer than three yards. The execution itself was by invitation only, and there were envious mutters from a more than a few of the lesser guests. But as the fireworks lit the sky, such trivia was forgotten, and when the display ended most of the guests began reluctantly to wander back towards the Manor, and thereafter by floo, apparition or carriage, homewards.

The overnight guests threw off their formal clothes and, dressed in togas and chitons, streamed into the maze and the enticements awaiting there.

Draco wanted to see the first of his commissioned performances in the amphitheatre. His purple and gold attire complemented the flaxen colour of his hair, drawing all eyes as he sauntered across the gardens, skirting the sacrificial altar entirely. He cast a host's careful eye over the group of musicians making their way across the grounds, harping and singing as they went, approving their carefree demeanor and precise musicianship. The piper was transfigured into a faun, a skin cloak secured with a gold pin at the neck his only garment. The guests stared, taking in the small curly horns peeping out from his hair and the rampant cock jutting from furred thighs. Beside him the lithe figure of the harpist was clad in a linen tunic which ended abruptly at his thighs, and the singer wore diaphanous drapery in a pale shade of green, the leafy wreath in her hair suggesting a dryad.

The Minister for Magic licked his lips as he watched the trio pass, then turned and plunged eagerly into the maze.

Draco smirked and hoped the performance he was about to watch would be as successful.

On the stage, the acrobats had changed from the white and gold spangled outfits of their previous performance into costumes which were more innuendo than attire. Two men were apparently lightly furred as cats, with tails that lashed so realistically that Draco assumed that they were in some way transfigurations rather than attachments. Their penises appeared sheathed in fur, with only a pink tip protruding. Three other acrobats - one male, two female - were furred in a soft brown colour with ears which suggested mice, and ... yes... thin mousetails whipping nervously from side to side. As the music began the cats stalked their prey, leaping and pouncing with beautifully choreographed moves, their muscles flexing powerfully under the scant concealment of furred thighs and buttocks. It became clear that they were playing with the mice, breaking their spirits. As the dark calico cat took centre stage, his ginger fellow watched idly from the side, one heavy paw anchoring the tails of his panting catch.

The calico cat bent his mouse back into a u-bend so extreme that the audience gaped, his powerful body arching over hers and sensually undulating so that each part of him slowly touched her in turn. His grin was feral as he grasped her hips and slid into her tautly resisting body. She let out a shrill scream that resonated through the audience, dying into silence as he growled over her trapped body. Her helpless companions squeaked frantically, hurling themselves uselessly against their restraints as the cat used her, throwing her body into whatever position suited him heedless of her dignity or comfort. When he had finished, his buttocks clenching and body quivering with his pleasure, he locked his jaws upon her neck and shook her, tossing her apparently lifeless body aside, then retreating to wash his paws with quiet dignity as the other cat took the limelight.

Draco watched the audience, which was utterly engrossed. Draco had an excellent view of one middle-aged man whose eyes were riveted to the stage. He had pushed his bodyslave down between his thighs and was thrusting rhythmically into the girl's mouth in time with the music. Very nice. The evening was going well.