Harry Potter and the massive orgy

The romantic moment was suddenly interrupted. Loud screeches and bangs were heard coming from Buckbeak’s retreat. “I hope we don’t have to take those two to St. Mungos…” said Sirius, running upstairs, followed by the now half disrobed Dumbledore. “Keep your wand ready” Sirius said knowingly to Dumbledore, “Buckbeak can get QUITE rowdy.” As Sirius slowly opened the door, the noise intensified. Before them was the (somewhat sexy) scene of Buckbeak, full hippogriffpeen erection, ravaging on Fawkes, who didn’t seem to mind that much. Actually, it appeared that Fawkes was quite enjoying this, as his phoenpeen was bigger than Dumbledore had ever seen. “Diserectous hippogrifius!” yelled Sirius, but the hippogriff was just too turned on for the spell to have an effect. “Dismountus hippogriffius!” yelled Dumbledore, and once again there was no effect. Sirius looked at the intense scene. He knew there was only one way to de-erect the hippogriff. With a tap of is wand, Sirius turned into Padfoot and growled longingly at Dumbledore. Dumbledore, in turn, started rubbing his lower-mid-but-not-really-mid-at-all section. This seemed like a good idea to Sirius, what with his animal strength he figured that he would be able to get the hippogriff off if the phoenix in no time. He was wrong. In one fell swoop, Buckbeak pounced on the great black dog and began doing his business. The sounds coming out of Padfoot’s mouth were not exactly pain, but muffled dog sounds of pleasure. This scene aroused Dumbledore even more, and he could not wait much longer.

Hours later, after the Hippogriff romp had (somewhat) died down, and a VERY sore Padfoot trudged slowly out of the room to leave the Hippogriff to the Phoenix, Dumbledore was still ready to go. “I have the penseive ready,” he said, smiling a coy smile. Padfoot quickly changed back in to Sirius. “Dumbledore, we’re alone, is the really the time to learn about Voldemort? There’s so many other things I’d rather do…like role-play that we are back in the good old days when you would give me detention three times a week, in your office, locked up….” Dumbledore chuckled the sexiest chuckle he could muster. “Sirius, you have learned nothing from my detentions, and now you need to be punished. When would I ever choose talking about Voldemort over sex with the most handsome man I know?” “Oh, you’re MUCH too kind,” said Sirius, “but I was wondering the exact same thing myself... but how does a penseive fit in to all this?” he said, looking somewhat confusedly at the penseive. “Ah, I was hoping you’d ask,” said Dumbledore, his unicorn-horn shaped bulge showing more and more every second, “well…after one night of too much firewhisky in celebration of my 140th birthday, professor McGonagall and I thought it a good idea to go back to the headmaster’s office to role-play. You know who she played Sirius? She played you, and I played James Potter.” “That is so hot,” said Sirius, his bratwurst making itself known, “do I get to see it? Is that why you asked for the penseive?” asked Sirius with a hopeful tone. “Yes, I thought it would be a good start to our night of fun,” said Dumbledore. “Oh goody!” said Sirius, “of all the things I missed in Azkaban, your love and loving was hard to get over.” “But Sirius,” said Dumbledore, “the ones we love never truly leave us…my soul and fantasies were always with you where they belonged, even if you weren’t.” Sirius, tearing up, proclaimed “I LOVE YOU, and I don’t deserve to be loved as you love me, Dumbledore!” “Yes you do,” said Dumbledore, “for you have given me pleasure that I can never show you, and now I want to give you a present…the present of impregnation.” “Thank you!” Sirius said, balling his eyes out.