One more thing.

Harry pulled her wand off the floor, waved it, and as Dudley began to shoot ropes of viscous semen into the air, the cum seemed to dance into a bizarre cloud that hovered around the strangely life-like dick that emerged from Harry’s nether regions, an inch about the entrance to her pussy.

In a flash, all of Dudley’s cum funneled into the tip of Harry’s cock.

It was a strange sight, almost too much to believe, but so much of the world of Hogwarts defied muggle imagination.

Harry seemed glazed, outside of herself. She looked down at her temporary cock, filled with Dudley’s semen. She pushed it to one side so she could get a better look at her still-new pussy. She’d just been ravaged by a dozen orgasms, had just been fucking her cousin while filled with quivering provocative gelatin of her own creation, but as she slid a finger along her wet slit, she was reminded that she was still a virgin.

Harry had a moment’s thought that Hermione and Ginny would be desperately jealous.

She had another thought about how she might make it up to them.

Harry crawled up Dudley’s body. She liked how small she was. She sat herself on his chest. She leaned forward, laying her own hard cock on Dudley’s fleshy mouth. Dudley looked ill but intrigued. Harry picked up her wand. “Gratuitous empathicatus!”

Dudley, despite himself, opened his mouth and tried to lick Harry’s cock. Harry pulled away.

“Dudley, this cock is going up your mouth. You will suck on it like a baby at her mother’s breast. While I’m fucking your face, you are going to live to make me happy, and you are going to love making me cum. When I do cum, and that won’t be for quite a while, your own semen will pulsate down your throat, and you will taste the stickiness for weeks. When you taste it, you will feel guilty and sad for all the bad you have done.“

Dudley nodded. Again, a tear formed in both of his eyes.

“And after you have sucked my cock and swallowed your own cum, you will forget all of the details of what happened. You won’t remember how much you loved my cock up your ass, or the taste of my body, or even the fact that I have a small mole right next to my left nipple, but you will always remember to be kind, to be empathic, and to feel the misfortunes of others.”

Dudley nodded again.

Harry slid her cock into her cousin’s mouth. She liked the feeling of dominating this bully, and she loved the sensation of sliding so deeply into the boy’s mouth that he gagged. The feedback into her pussy and clit was intensifying. She watched her cock slide back and forth. She felt her spine slide into goo. She felt something penetrate her tummy, like a sweet chocolate, suffusing her core.

Harry thrust back and forth. She fondled one of her own nipples, twisting it, squeezing it.

With her other hand, she grazed her clit, pinching and pressing. She had to work around her gelatinous device. Worth it.

As she continued to fuck Dudley’s face, Harry felt an orgasm well up from deep within her pussy, flash through to her clit, and reverberate back and forth. She thought she was going insane. Her cock paused while she came.

Dudley appeared to crave her dick, which seemed to have grown startlingly large. She pulled it out to get some measure of its size. Much larger than her old dick, seemingly larger than Dudley’s, it looked nice on the bully’s face. She noticed Dudley was trying to reach her dripping pussy with his tongue. Alas, she thought, ‘twas not to be, not for him, not today, not ever.

Harry returned her cock to Dudley’s mouth, and her clit began to quiver, and her pussy again spasmed into a gut-wrenching orgasm. Her cock paused again, patiently. Again and again, parallel sex, twisting and turning Harry into exhaustion, again and again spurring him into passion.

A long while later, Harry heard the scratching of an owl and the tick of a clock, and woke herself from the rhythmic back and forth into Dudley’s wet mouth.

Harry pulled herself up and rammed more deeply into Dudley’s throat, which was still held down by the dog collar. Well trained after their time together, Dudley allowed the full length to slide down his throat. The boy had to hold his breath, but he no longer violently gagged at the huge cock that was embedded so deeply. Looking into Dudley’s upturned eyes, Harry felt herself cumming, finally, from her cock. And from deep in her pussy. And along her slit. And from her clit. And cumming some more. She thought her pelvis was melting. She pulled out and fell alongside Dudley.

Harry glanced over at her cousin, who was wide awake. He leaned over to kiss her. She looked at Dudley’s eyes, which seemed warmer than she’d ever known, and at the big piggish face, which boasted thick streaks of cum on its left check.

“Ewww, Dudley. We aren’t going to kiss. We’re related, plus you’re gross.”

She reached to her wand. “Expellus bindersall!” The dog collar disappeared. Dudley had lost all external constraints, but he could still move only slowly and minimally.

Harry popped off the bed. She detached the cock and gelatinous device and tossed them into her Hogwarts trunk. She returned to the bed and lied down next to her cousin, who lay on his back. He looked up and down, seeming to try to memorize Harry’s loveliness. He tried to stroke her but could barely move. She reached over and stroked Dudley’s cock. It rallied with the enthusiasm of youth.

“While the idea of kissing you makes my stomach turn, this interlude does mean something.” She continued to pull on the cock, and Dudley’s hips began to move slowly up and down.

“And what it means, Dung Beetle, is that from this day forward, you will figure out how to be kind and thoughtful to all such folks as cross your pitiful path.” With fingers from both of her slender hands, Harry twisted the bulbous head of Dudley’s dick. Jerking him off with one hand, she dabbed some pre-cum onto one finger. While she tasted it, Dudley shut his eyes and tried to ram his cock into satisfaction.

“Dudley, pay attention.” She twisted his cock harshly, and slapped his scrotum. “Effective immediately, you will have the patience and mindfulness of a Tibetan lama, and you will, always, remember that your personal conversion occurred when you experienced what it was like to have been him, how much he got screwed around by you and your family, and how little he complained. You’ll see Harry almost as a Christ-like figure, as someone who helped save you from yourself, as a flawed guy who helped you, and you are going to help others in the same way. Are you listening?”

Dudley nodded, but he was also breathing deeply, gasping, lunging. Harry leaned over and took Dudley into her mouth. She felt full and generous as Dudley tried to hammer his big dick through the back of her throat. After a few moments, Harry felt the thick salty semen. She swallowed.

“Consider this your come to Jesus moment, Dudley. You won’t remember what happened, but you’ll remember Harry’s hallway as your personal road to Damascus.“

Dudley nodded and fell asleep.

Harry stood. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was chaos. Her abdomen taut, her nipples swollen, and her skin sweaty, mottled, and marked. Her thin red lips looked bruised. Her pussy remained a thin slit, untouched by Dudley’s graspy fingers, his fleshy mouth, and his horse cock.

This pussy, she thought happily to herself, was going to be having a lovely time with some lovely friends. And also, perhaps, with some folks who aren’t that lovely.