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-(Puppyslut)

It was Lord Vernon's turn with me. He wanted to show how Muggles dealt with pets. He fitted me with a different collar and then produced a small remote. With a press of a button, pain erupted from my neck.

A shock collar.

Students for the chance to try it. Giving me a task and shocking me if i wasn't fast enough or did it wrong.

~

-(Cowslut)

Out in the barn, "Hermione Granger" is wearing a cowhorn headband, cowprint elbow gloves and thigh high socks, and a collar with a cowbell, all in Gryffindor colours. But... it isn't true. Hermione is in my Classroom, teaching my class.

I am hooked up to a milking machine while enchanted dildos thrust into my arse and cunt. A tube from above pokes into my mouth, gagging me and steadily feeding me throughout the day.

I won't be freed until dinner. And even then, at the Gryffindor Dinner Table, I would have to serve my milk to the Students before being directed to the Submissives' communal trough.The

I am Minerva McGonogal. Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I am Minnie Mac Gobbler, an insatiable and weak-willed Submissive that nobody remembers fucking. Dumbledore Claimed me through Magic instead of sex and used his control of me to effectively occupy the positions of Head, Deputy Head, Head of Gryffindor, and Transfiguration Professor.

A lot of the people tasting my milk say I'm on the fast track for being a big draw in future. Popular milk cows could be visited and fucked, but this was "Hermione's" first time as a Cow.

The Barn... being a Cow... I had always feared it the most. Sure, waking up in the Garden as a Bunny would be bad, but it would be The End.

• As a Puppy, I'd be chased and domesticated. I have a Submissive nature and spent decades as Dumbledore's puppet and mouthpiece.
• As a Pony, I'd be physically worn down as a beast of burden. As a Secret Submissive, I've been relying on physical pursuits and exercise as a way to tame my libido since Dumbledore never fucked me.
• As a Pig, I would be physically modified and mentally hobbled. I know that as the **** of Umbridge, who was debating turning me permanently into a double of Hermione Granger, and... as an aside, apart from being an Animagus... I am very smart. My lessons were memorised from Dumbledore puppeting me.

But being a Cow? My only points of pride were being an Animagus, my ability to memorise and deliver speeches, and my considerable magical might. I could fight. But as a Cow... that power was turning into milk and being irretrievably drained from me.

Suspended, being fucked and milked, I was losing my magic. With time, I could maybe build my core back up. But repeated milking quickly turned a Witch into barely more magical than a Squib.

How would I be able to teach if the simplest spell could drain me after one casting?

~

-(Ponyslut)

Pansy was enjoying her ride to Potions when her water broke. Thanks to magic, she was able to handle everything quite painlessly and before long she had a beautiful baby boy in her arms. Lucian Malfoy. Which made her Lady Malfoy and Regent Malfoy. With Lucius still in Azkaban and Narcissa and Draco both being Submissives, Pansy was head of House Malfoy.

It also meant... her arrangement with Draco was done. Little Drakey shook and whined, quickly realising that a newborn male Malfoy meant saying goodbye to his manhood. While that whore Jasmine Potter kept calling Draco a girl already, Draco still held out hope if he focused hard enough, he could be a Switch, or a Top. He could be a man!

He thinks while dressed as a Ponygirl. His hair falling down to his bubble butt, his face delicate with full, pouty lips, his chest swollen into breasts, and his miniscule dicklet caged.

But... a little present.

~After Class, before Dinner.
The cage was removed and air caressed the Ponygirl's dicklet. Jasmine looked confused by such a pathetic puny penis.

Pansy chanted and cast the Spell to end Draco's masculinity. He would ejaculate and further feminise until there was no trace of "Draco Malfoy". But, Pansy was allowing him to expel his remaining boyjuice into the recently emptied womb of Jasmine Potter. Here it was, a chance to have a final "victory" over Potter before it's all gone.

Draco titters girlishly before blushing and trying to guffaw like a villainous Lord. Jasmine spreads her thick thighs, not thrilled. True, people who hate her get her cunt gushing. And she is a Bottom for Bottoms.

But...

Her old fantasies of Draco were so grand and cruel and the real Draco is...

He can't get hard! The poor blonde Pony huffed and whined and rubbed her groin against the wet cunt of Jasmine Potter and... nothing.

Chuckling, Pansy pulled her pet from Potter and began fingering Draco's well-fucked arse. It took almost no time and Draco was squirting a weal, watery load into a cup. Not letting up, Pansy kept on going. Draco came easily and her voice became higher, her hair longer,  her skin smoother, her breasts more natural and her arse plumper. Her balls shrank until they disappeared. Her dicklet shrivelled further until it no longer barely resembled a dick. It became a clit, and a pussy, plump and wet, appeared with it.

Pansy held the glass, its almost clear contents the last of Draco's masculinity.

And Pansy tipped it onto her Ponygirl's head.

While Ursa Malfoy sputtered and whined, Pansy produced another container, with a very special Potion. She got taller, her body got stronger, more muscular. And from her crotch, an immense pillar of cockmeat.

While Ursa was wearing the last of Draco's pitiful seed, Jasmine would be getting bred by the real conquering Slytherin, Pansy Parkinson!