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Luna Explores	By : Aarden_Fluvier Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 17445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Myrtle was a relatively recent ghost.    She had died rather stupidly, when she feinted at the sight of her housemistress fucking just about every boy in her house.  They were lined up, ready to contribute their cum to the teacher’s fuck party, when Myrtle walked in unexpectedly.   She had made an appointment with her teacher, but had mixed up her dates.  The teacher had clearly become rather sloppy with protocol and last week’s access code still worked.  Myrtle was greeted by an atmosphere charged with sex and semen; the smell of so many sweaty bodies, as well as the incredible vision of so many rigid throbbing, twitching, pre-cum-dripping young man cocks, had been too much.  Myrtle desperately wanted to fill her pussy with a boy’s penis, but she was so horribly awkward, shy and clumsy that the likelihood of that happening was vanishingly small.  As she was standing there in shock, one of the older boys turned around and saw her.  He smiled hornily, and beckoned to her to join them.  But all that did was cause a red haze of confusion to descend over Myrtle’s eyes as her body shut down in panic.  Myrtle fell as she passed out, and smacked her head on the living statue as she did.  Well, actually, to be precise, she smacked her head on the statue’s massive stone erection and then collapsed like a log to the marble floor, smashing her head again.
When she “awoke”, she was in the hospital, and Madame Greystone was there, next to her bed, looking sad.  “Hello Myrtle, I see you have returned to us”, she offered. “Hello Madame Greystone, what’s going on, I feel really weird” cried Myrtle.    “I can’t remember anything, but I feel like I’m not really here; even my voice sounds odd” she continued in a panic.  Madame Greystone placed her hands above Myrtle’s head and whispered an incantation.  It had the effect of calming Myrtle somewhat, allowing the teacher the chance to explain to Myrtle.  “Myrtle, I’m very sorry, but I have something difficult to tell you.   Although you are here, as you say, you aren’t really fully here.  I’m sorry, but you had an accident and you died as a result.”   Myrtle’s eyes opened wide, “you mean I’m a g-g-g-ghost?”   Madame Greystone incanted some more, and as Myrtle calmed again she told her that yes, this was so.
Myrtle cried and cried, her ghostly tears evaporating as they fled from her eyes.  “But how, why, how did I die, why am I a ghost?”    The healer didn’t know the conditions under which Myrtle had passed away; the first she knew of it, she received a call to attend the hospital ward, and there, on one of the beds was Myrtle, still alive, but already transitioning towards the veil.   Madame Greystone had done her utmost, even calling in the headmistress to help, as she was skilled also in healing, but they could not stop her from leaving.  The head returned to her room to prepare a letter for Myrtle’s family and to decide how she would tell Myrte’s few friends at the school.

This left Madame Greystone on her own with Myrtle, and her thoughts turned to what would happen next. The rules around who became a ghost and who didn’t were really very poorly understood.  Not all ghosts were happy to be a ghost, and many were stuck as ghosts, unable to make the final journey.  Over the years, Madame Greystone had accumulated a quite detailed collection of information regarding who died, how or why, and who became a ghost.  This had led to some theories, but that’s all they were really, theories.
After a little while, Myrtle’s breathing became stentorian, and Madame Greystone knew her end was near.  She had documented all the details of Myrtle’s final few hours, and watched tearfully as Myrtle died.   Almost immediately, a soft white glow surrounded Myrtle and the healer could feel that Death was present.  It seemed that it was Death’s decision, who passed on straight away and who lingered in ghostly form.  She had concluded that some ghosts persisted because their death occurred just as they were on the verge of, ironically, a life-changing experience. It was as if Death wanted them to have the chance to explore that experience somehow, even if only as a ghost.  Or perhaps, Death was just being vindictive, teasing the ghost with its now unattainable experience.  Madame Greystone also had some quite well-founded ideas about ghosts and corporality – she had discovered how a ghost’s essence could, temporarily, be made more solid.  Madame Greystone had almost finished her book that would become the reference tome on ghosts for decades – Myrtle’s case would be the final exemplar.  It was a bit odd, but ghosts were really very poorly understood, and worse, rather ignored.  They were invariably lonely, sad, and a bit mentally unstable.
The glow continued to surround Myrtle, and Madame Greystone knew already that this meant Myrtle would be lingering on.    Death further made its presence known, the temperature plummeted and an uneasy atmosphere settled into the ward.  Madame Greystone had never managed to witness the whole ghost-transition process before, and so she remained still, all senses heightened.   After a little while, the glow around Myrtle started to pulsate and Myrtle’s spirit partially departed her body.  Madame Greystone could see it flow out of her and become locked in the surrounding glow, which she though of as a kind of soul container; a natural Horcrux.  The glow then separated itself from Myrtle’s body, and as it surrounded her, re-shaped itself into a small sphere.  Then Death appeared; Madame Greystone might have expected something scary and hideous, but Death appeared, standing next to Myrtle in the form of a young child.  But Death it was, and it reached up to take the soul sphere in its hands.  After manipulating the sphere in its hands in complex ways (Madame Greystone was really wishing for one of those new muggle cine-cameras), Death then launched it back at Myrtle.  It entered her body through her heart, and, at that moment, Myrtle transitioned to a ghost and Death vanished.
Madame Greystone remained stunned at what she had witnessed, but what was already clear to her was that if Myrtle was ever to fully pass on through the veil, she had to unlock the soul container, now trapped in her ghostly heart, and set it free.  Madame Greystone then had the difficult task of telling Myrtle what had transpired, although she omitted the details about Death’s role.  She felt that would confuse and stress Myrtle even further; besides she wanted to think about it, consult with colleagues, and write up her observations and theories in her book.
Myrtle and Luna were rather recent friends.  It began when Myrtle had appeared in the bathroom when Luna was taking a bath.  Luna was luxuriating in the warm water, her body glowing with health, her fingers between her thighs gently masturbating.   Myrtle watched her for a while, and then removed her own ghostly clothes and slid into the bath.  When Luna opened her eyes for a moment, she was a little taken aback to see Myrtle.  Myrtle was apparently attempting to finger herself, but not having much success, as she was just not solid enough.  “Myrtle, what are you doing here?” asked Luna, as ever unshockable, and continuing to enjoy the spongy heaven of her pussy, “are you trying to frig yourself?”  “Oh hi Luna, sorry to disturb you”, giggled Myrtle. “I’m just soooo horny and I can’t do anything about it.  Before I died, I used to fuck myself with anything and everything, several times a day, and now I’ve been decades with nothing in my pussy.”   Luna smiled, imagining Myrtle legs wide open, pussy filled with a big fat dildo, cum leaking out around it.  “Really Myrtle, I thought you were a bit on the straight and shy side,” opined Luna.   “Yes and no” responded Myrtle.  “I was pathetically shy and clumsy around others, mainly boys, and no boy’s penis ever found its way into my cunt, but on my own, I was a very busy girl!”
Luna nodded, all the while continuing to keep herself aroused, soaping her beautiful full round breasts, which caused Myrtle to lean forwards a bit more to get a better look. “But why are you here Myrtle, not that I mind,” questioned Luna.   “I love girls and boys, and I love to watch and be watched, so it’s totally fine for me that you are here.”   “Well, began Myrtle, I’ve noticed something a bit funny.  When I get aroused in my ghostly state, I become a little more solid.  So I have this theory that if I can become very aroused, I might become solid enough that I might feel something in my cunt again.”  “You are the sexiest girl in the school, so where else would I be!” she giggled.  “Do you only like girls, Myrtle?” asked Luna.   Myrtle considered for a while before volunteering “No, I love seeing boys too, their cocks all hard and throbbing, and especially when they shoot cum, but I’m not comfortable around them still – my clumsy shy self still asserts itself.  I’m certain I can be comfortable with you, and I thought you might like to help me get so horny that I can finally get fucked by a boy!”   “Oh Myrtle, do you mean you died a virgin?” exclaimed Luna.  Myrtle nodded a sad little nod and Luna instinctively tried to hug her, only of course to fall through her and bang her nose on the end of the bath.  “Ow fuck that hurt,” squealed Luna, laughing at the same time.
“Let me put on a little show for you Myrtle, and see if that helps” said Luna once her nose had stopped throbbing so that she could re-focus on the throbbing in her pussy.  Luna was blessed with a gorgeous, petite, curvy body and she loved to show it off.   In particular, she loved to show it to Neville, usually whilst he was tied up in a chair with his cock throbbing and no hands available to attend to it.   Luna stood up in the bath very slowly, the soapy water flowing from her breasts and belly as she rose.  She took a little step closer to where Myrtle was lying, taking rapid ghost breaths. The soap gathered in Luna’s thick bush as she stretched fully, pushing her belly and breasts forwards.  The soft candlelight caressed her body in ways that Myrtle could only dream of doing.   Luna sensuously slowly stroked her breasts, belly, thighs and pussy, lingering along her slit, all the while looking directly at Myrtle, her mouth very slightly open, her tongue moistening her lips.  Myrtle clearly started to change, her translucence decreasing, and her moans increasing, as her fingers were able to just tease her flesh.  Luna started to gyrate and roll her hips, dancing for Myrtle, all the while opening her pussy a little more for Myrtle to see.  Myrtle moaned more; Luna thought that it was in satisfaction, but in actuality it was in gathering frustration.   Although she could just barely feel herself, it wasn’t enough to be satisfying, and she couldn’t get any more solid.  Luna continued her performance, turning fully around now, facing away from Myrtle.  She bent over so her ass pushed into Myrtle’s face. Luna reached her arms behind her and held her ass and cunt open for Myrtle.  Myrtle desperately tried to eat Luna’s swollen cunt, but again, she only managed the barest interaction, that Luna could just feel as a feint tickle.
Myrtle wailed in frustration and Luna realized finally what was happening; she slipped back into the bath and faced Myrtle again who now had tears streaming down her face and evaporating into nothing.   Luna so wanted to hold Myrtle, and now she was the frustrated one.  “I’m really sorry Myrtle, I’d hoped that that would help you” she whispered,  “if I can’t turn you on enough like that, I don’t know what else I can do to help you.”  Eventually, Myrtle’s sobs subsided enough that she could talk to Luna again.  “I was so excited Luna, I felt like I could maybe even cum just looking at you, you are so sexy and beautiful and your pussy is just delectable.  But I just got stuck at that very basic level of corporality. ”  Myrtle was quite upset, and soon Luna was reminded why she was nick-named “Moaning Myrtle”.
“Myrtle, I tell you what, I’m going to do some research on the ghostly condition.  I’m sure Hermione will help me. Perhaps we can find a way to help you.”  Myrtle finally subsided into small sniffles as she thanked Luna profusely.    “Maybe there is some dark magic locked away in the library that we can use. Maybe there is some of that powerful elf magic that could do something.”  At that point Luna’s mind wandered off into all sorts of imagery to do with Myrtle, other ghosts and those bizarre house elfs with their ever-ready cocks and pussies.   “Luna?” Myrtle said after a long while. “Oh sorry Myrtle, just daydreaming” giggled Luna.  “Anyway, I need to head to my dorm before the head comes after me.”  Luna and Myrtle said their goodbyes, although Myrtle didn’t really expect anything to come of the conversation.  She went back to the stalls and taps and basins, ready for some more, sad moaning.
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