Oompa or death! | By : MidniteMoon Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 7927 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Snape looked at the door of the Room of Requirement in glee.
After almost three months of searching, he had finally found where Potter went at night. He had been aching to punish the boy for something. It was his fault Malfoy had disappeared, but no one would believe him. With the blonde pureblood gone, his rectum itched for some meat.
His various potions tubes did not do him any good either - without a flared base, they kept getting stuck in his bowels.
With no hope, he had turned to the only thing that seemed to make him happy these days - hurting Potter.
"Repulsum!" he intoned. The spell was normally used to help push things up tight passages, but its pushing force seemed to work well nonetheless.
A strong mist seemed to blow out and at him, and before he knew it, he was knocked off his feet and carried inside.
He fought the invisible foe, but was dumped on the ground moments later. Getting up blindly, he felt another force smack him back down to the ground. The mist clearing, he saw an odd looking throne in front of him. On it sat Potter.
"Bahahahahhahah!" he said coldly.
Snape looked at him confused before launching into a tirade. "What are you saying, you stupid boy? Has the loss of your parents finally rendered you insane?" He cackled for the effect.
Potter didn't respond, and repeated the sound once more. His eyes were looking past him. Biting back an additional insult, Snape flipped his greasy hair over his shoulder (which rewarded him with a wet sounding slap) and looked behind him.
A whole army of sheep looked back at him. The nearest one bit his ear.
"Arrrrghhhhh!" He screamed, punching wildly at the fluffy beast.
"Snape! You have been charged on multiple counts of pedophilia, ugliness, and failure to commit to your own personal hygiene. In addition, you have been witnessed to beat sheep on multiple occasions. For this, you have been sentenced to death."
Snape paled, forgetting entirely about the sheep gnawing at his earlobe. "What? You will do no such thing!"
Potter waved his wand and muttered something in sheepish. The sheep looked up suddenly and started crowding around him, all making obscene noises while head butting him.
"Please! Stop!" Snape suddenly screamed, as a sheep behind him started tearing out his hair. His wand had long been munched on. "Don't kill me! Aren't there any other choices?"
Potter paused, as did the sheep. Snape noticed for the first time the boy was wearing nothing but wool over his body.
"I give you a choice then. Oompa or death!"
Snape arched an eyebrow, an odd occurrence as he was currently surrounded my murderous looking sheep.
"Oompa?"
Potter merely smiled and bent over. With a short whistle, a small lamb walked over and tore his wooly loincloth off. Snape watched in horror as the lamb procured a massive cock from seemingly nowhere and plunged it in his rear end, bleating wildly as it rammed away.
Potter merely moaned, and before long, both had orgasmed, lying in a small, fluffy but sticky heap.
Snape had attempted to flee at the horrible scene, but was held in place by the other massive sheep. He preferred high quality stud like young boys, not well endowed wooly monsters. The very thought of the creature entering his precious no-woman's-land was unbearable. He was gay and proud, but in no way into bestiality.
"Death!" he intoned quietly, sneering at Potter. He wasn't afraid of the boy.
Potter grinned, as if expecting the answer. "I was hoping you'd say that." Grabbing a bone cane with a rattling human skull on top, he jumped wildly and danced for a bit before screaming "DEATH....by OOMPA!"
Snape turned around in horror to see the scores of sheep unleash their massive cocks, bleating eagerly. The massive one behind him plunged in without warning, tearing his sphincter and bloodying his asshole.
Pain shot through him as the sheep pounded away without Mrs. Inqy's Quality Cooling Lube, his anal lubrication of choice. (Dumbledore gave a bottle to him every Christmas and demonstrated its uses to him every New Years.)
With a massive spurt inside of him, the sheep dismounted, leaving Snape a crying mess. His bowels released without a sphincter, the brownish mush combining with the thick, ropy sheep semen.
Another sheep quickly mounted him, its cock plunging inside him deeper than ever before. It ripped at his hair, tearing at his skin.
Hours later, only half of the sheep had had their fun. Snape was nearly comatose, his face all bloody, his ears totally gone and his hair mistaken for tasty grass.
Potter dragged him up and slapped him a little. "Don't die on me yet, Snape - my sheep are still hungry!" He waved his wand, and Snape realized that his cock was now exposed. Floating him in the air facing down, Potter gestured over to the other sheep. These sheep had horns...
His body spasmed as the horns invaded his ass, his balls speared and his abdomen punctured.
Despite all this, Snape managed to gasp in pleasure when small tongue surrounded his member.
Potter chuckled. "Don't worry Snape, he's only tasting to see if it's worth eating."
Snape screamed moments late.
End.
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