Is it really fair for only Draco to be having fun... (Remake)

Note: All characters in this story are over eighteen years old.

Draco Malfoy leaned back in his chair, slowly looking over his new, perfectly broken property. Sperm Toilet was greedily sucking his huge cock, her eyes glazed with narcotic addiction, her plump lips working with **** eagerness as if nothing in the world mattered more than his cum. Tit Whore stood nearby in her humiliating milking maid outfit, her heavy F-cup tits hanging freely through the hole in her dress while milk dripped rhythmically into the silver buckets. Idiot Bitch, dressed in pathetic rags, had already started clumsily stumbling and showing herself off, drawing contemptuous looks and chuckles from the café patrons.

It was perfect. Each of them had taken their place in the new hierarchy created by his will. But the longer Draco looked at them, the clearer it became: this wasn’t enough. These blood traitors and mudbloods were only the beginning. To restore the wizarding world to its true order, to the purity it was always meant to have, much deeper, global changes were needed. And he had the perfect tool for it.

With a predatory, almost manic smile, Draco opened the notebook and wrote a new line, every word filled with heavy, ancient magic:

Old rule: To preserve blood purity, any mudblood or human who has reached adulthood and whom Draco Malfoy considers a blood traitor must be immediately enslaved by one of the prestigious pure-blood families.

The magic surged outward like an invisible wave, spreading far beyond the café — across all of Diagon Alley and further. The air trembled. The patrons around them suddenly froze, and then their behavior began to change: looks of disgust turned into approving smirks. Reality itself was reshaping itself to Draco’s new will.

He chuckled quietly, looking out the window. Just moments ago, the arrogant Cho Chang — the former Ravenclaw Seeker who had always thought she was better than everyone else — had been walking past the café. Now she was still there, but her appearance had completely transformed.

She was wearing a shiny black latex pony suit: tight harnesses hugged every curve of her body, pony ears stuck up on her head, and a massive bit with rings was shoved in her mouth. A long black hair tail swayed between her plump ass cheeks. The girl stood on all fours, her knees and palms protected by special hoof boots. She obediently pulled a light lacquered cart behind her, in which Pansy Parkinson sat with a haughty expression.

Cho — or rather, what she had become — no longer carried her old name. It had been completely erased from the world’s memory. Now she was called Whore Mary — the perfect, humiliating name for a pony ****. Her eyes were empty and submissive, and her body, covered in a thin layer of sweat under the latex, trembled slightly from the strain. Every step was difficult, but she continued pulling the cart for her new owner, fully embracing her role as a silent, horny animal.

Draco Malfoy stepped out of the café onto the busy street of Diagon Alley and stopped, savoring the sight before him. The new world was blooming all around him in all its dark glory. Everywhere he looked, scenes of absolute pure-blood dominance and total submission of those who once dared to challenge the natural order were unfolding.

His gaze immediately landed on Whore Mary — the once-proud Cho Chang. Now dressed in a shiny black latex pony suit, she was energetically shaking her massively enlarged ass. Every step made her huge ass cheeks jiggle and quiver, drawing loud laughter from Pansy Parkinson, who sat in the lacquered cart. Draco smirked, remembering how Pansy had bragged publicly about using a body modification curse to triple the ****’s ass size — purely to humiliate the “stupid animal.” In private, she had admitted she simply loved ridiculously huge asses on girls. She could watch them bounce for hours while Whore Mary eagerly licked her out, and she melted completely when riding in the cart, mesmerized by her pony’s swaying latex rear.

Draco swayed slightly as new memories started merging with the old ones. This change was far deeper and more widespread than the previous ones — entire layers of wizarding history were being rewritten directly in his mind. But the feeling quickly became pleasant and natural. This world was better in every way: it put him at the very top, where he belonged. He nodded to Headmaster Tom Riddle as he walked by. Riddle strode surrounded by a small entourage of heavily modified witches, each perfected in her role as a ****. For a moment Draco felt a pang of envy, but then he remembered the notebook. If he wanted, he could take full control. For now, he decided to explore this wonderful new world a bit more.

The memories came clearer. Every school year at Hogwarts now began with an inspiring speech about blood purity and superiority, delivered by Headmaster Riddle while he was balls-deep in one of his many slaves’ throats. When he finished, he would simply shove her aside — a silent lesson on how real students should behave. The annual Gifting Ceremony was especially exciting, when all adult blood traitors learned who they would belong to for the rest of their lives. The application of body modification curses was particularly entertaining to watch.

Draco recalled one mudblood from Ravenclaw in Tit Whore’s year — a tall, skinny nerdy-looking girl. After the curse, she had been turned into a tiny doll barely 140 cm tall, with tits and an ass each bigger than her head. On top of that, she temporarily lost all intelligence after every whipping, and her owner made sure to do it as often as possible so she could never string two thoughts together again.

While he was thinking, a girl ran up to him whom he barely recognized as Katie Bell. Now she was called Cumpixie. She wore a childish dress several sizes too small that barely contained her voluptuous G-cup body. Her hair was in high pigtails. If not for her height and massive curves, she could easily be mistaken for a child. Her face was heavily made up, lipstick smeared, and fresh cum streaks glistened on her cheeks.

“Hello, sir!” she chirped cheerfully in a high, airy voice. “Master Blaise asked Cumpixie to tell you he’s waiting for you at Ollivander’s wand shop!”

Draco nodded, remembering how Blaise Zabini had renamed her Cumpixie Giggleslut and turned her into a full-on giggling bimbo. Weird choice, he thought, but to each their own.

At that moment Idiot Bitch let out a loud squeal of surprise. Her own hands, acting as if they had a mind of their own, had already slid down and roughly shoved into her pussy and asshole. The girl started furiously finger-fucking herself right in the middle of the street, looking around in panic. Her moans and squeals sounded fake and pathetic, drawing even more mocking stares.

“Idiot Bitch, stop that right now,” Draco said coldly. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself without permission from someone important. You’ve already shown what a greedy whore you are, so no reward for you.”

The girl yanked her hands out with an exaggerated **** sob and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to fight the urge. But just seconds later she rushed toward a group of pure-blood wizards who were smirking at her and loudly, pathetically started begging them to let her continue, offering her body to them and any of their slaves. Draco shifted his gaze to Cumpixie, who was meanwhile kneading her own tits and giggling stupidly. He slapped her firm ass, sending her back to her owner.

The sight of her jiggling ass instantly got him hard again. He turned and called out:

“Come here, Sperm Toilet!”

Sperm Toilet had been quietly talking to Tit Whore. Draco frowned and flicked his wand. The milking maid’s eyes instantly went glassy, she let out a low, drawn-out “Moooo!” and started mindlessly squeezing her massive tits, causing even more milk to flow.

Sperm Toilet hurried over to him, but with every step her mind changed. Her hatred for Draco melted away, replaced by a ****, animalistic need for his cum. By the time she dropped to her knees in front of him, her eyes were locked on the bulge in his trousers and drool was running from the corner of her mouth.

“What a **** whore,” Draco laughed. “Drooling all over my cock. Too bad, you greedy cum-guzzler, but today I want to fuck you differently.”

He pushed her onto all fours. Sperm Toilet instantly arched her back, raising her ass high and offering both her virgin holes. Her pussy was already glistening with arousal. Draco didn’t wait — he slammed into her to the hilt and started pounding hard. The girl screamed in ecstasy, begging him to cum inside her.

Draco glanced at Idiot Bitch, who was now running between two tall pure-blood guys, trying to catch her thong while her hand kept furiously rubbing her clit. Nearby, Tit Whore sat on the ground with a completely vacant, stupid expression and continued squeezing her heavy tits.

With a victorious laugh, Draco came deep inside Sperm Toilet. Waves of orgasm crashed over the girl one after another, flooding her body and mind with pure, narcotic bliss. He exhaled, slowly pulling his cock out, and looked at his slaves, the new world around him, and the notebook in his pocket. Now he had to decide: keep enjoying his pets, explore how much the world had changed, or make a few more adjustments to make this perfect playground even better.