Neville's New Friend

Neville ran, crying, from Hogwarts. Malfoy had been teasing him again, and no one had so much as defended him. It was unfair. No one in that wretched castle cared about him.

It was sunset, and he somehow ended up by the lakeside. He sat down by the water to dry his eyes and compose himself before someone managed to find him. That is, if anyone was even bothering to look. He doubted it.

There was a sudden splash from the water, and he rose to investigate. Neville saw tentacles moving beneath the surface, and recognized the lake's resident giant squid. "Are you out here all alone as well?" he asked, not really expecting a response. Suddenly, without warning, those tentacles shot out of the water and wrapped around him.

The slimy, rubbery tendrils bound his wrists and ankles like squirming manacles. His scream was choked off by the sudden intrusion of one into his mouth. He attempted to bite the interloper, to no effect. Human teeth couldn't penetrate that flesh.

He could only hang there, helplessly, as the tentacles drew slimy lines across his body. He shivered, but oddly enough it was only a little from fear. A tentacle began to wrap itself around his cock, which had begun throbbing its way to fullness. It enveloped him, forming an undulating tube that stroked him up and down, eliciting moans that were quickly silenced by the tentacle in his mouth. His hips began to jerk with pleasure. He'd never even dared to take a hand to his own cock before; his gran would have hexed it off before the fleshy member saw daylight. In bliss and gratitude, he sucked at the thing in his mouth, licking it as he would an ice lolly. It gently began to thrust deeper into his throat. Yet another tentacle wrapped around his midsection, but it felt reassuring; it was almost like a friendly gesture.

A slimy tentacle began to slide against his nether orifice, rubbing in circles around his virgin anus. Against his will, he clenched the hole shut. More tentacles joined the assault, and weakened by the tentaclejob he was recieving, his resistance slackened as a tentacle forced its way into his anus. It paused, for a moment, then shoved more of its length into him. Inch by inch and then foot by foot, his asshole was stretched to impossible limits and he found himself craving more. He shuddered with the beginning of an orgasm as an unimaginably huge tentacle opened his tender bowels. He felt so full and complete, stuffed as he was with alien flesh. Then, the anal invader began to move back and forth, screwing his asshole with inhuman fervor. He came, forcefully, spewing his seed into the rubbery alien coils embracing his rigid length.

The creature was not done with him yet. It continued abusing his ass, fucking him into unimagined levels of bliss. He couldn't remember how long it was before he passed out from sheer delight.

***

The next morning, he awoke on the lake shore with his ass still stuffed. Soaking wet on the mud, chilled to the bones, he was loathe for this encounter to be over. Regretfully, he pulled the mighty tentacle from his rectum and felt every loving inch of it flow from his anal ring. He immediately yearned for its presence; its immense size drew awe from him, but no hint of fear. A love bite of sucker-rings marked his belly; a gift from the only living thing who understood his pain, and who only wanted to offer succor to a soul in need.

He stood there, naked and smeared with grime, and beheld the majesty beast who had deflowered him. To him, the cephalopod's beauty outshone a million Veelas. The squid, raising a limb in farewell, disappeared beneath the sunlight-dappled waves.

"I'll never be lonely again," Neville said to his new friend.