0-6: Caught with your pants down in dangerous circumstances or by a threatening creature.

Bold and aggressive though you liked to think you were, you didn't have QUITE the sexual adventurousness of some of the students here, particularly the upperclassmen and those of House Draconis. You tended to approach any 'challenge' in the most straightforward way possible unless it was obviously the wrong thing to do, and that applied to sex as well. There was a natural progression - hugging, kissing, rubbing, then putting you and your partner's naughty bits together. Here at Boarbristle you were finding out that formula tended to be played around with a lot by Leontes students - and outright ignored by all the others. Sometimes this was nice - the smug Draconis boy who'd been your first paramour at the academy had been only the second time you received oral, and he'd been *much* better at it than your old boyfriend had. However - giving rather than receiving that particular favor was a rather awkward, discomforting sensation, and the few times you'd done it you had been terribly self conscious.

As you knelt down and opened up the handsome lad's robes to let his sword flop out and protrude challengingly at your face, you couldn't shake the feeling that it was a bit undignified. All you could see right now was his cock and his well-toned abs. Although that wasn't an unpleasant sight exactly (and he even shaved his legs!), the position you were in, kneeling in front of him, felt a bit demeaning. After all - he could just as easily be looking at some other girl and ignoring you as you went about your thankless work down here. That went double when the Draconis student grabbed hold of the sides of your head and roughly forced the meaty head of his shaft past your lips and all the way to the back of your throat, making you gag and sputter.

Bertie found all this quite humorous. "Hah! Oh I wish I had one of those mundane picture-taking boxes right now. It's a jolly sight, a sharp-tongued witch like you gagging on some arrogant bloke's pecker." he says, teasing you remorselessly. "C'mon mate, see if you can peg her on the chin a few times with your sack, that'd be good fun!"

You tried to grunt a retort but the boy was holding your head too firmly in place. Your teeth accidentally scraped against his hard shaft, but rather than pulling back, it just seemed to excite the Draconian more. And strangely... the humiliation, which Bertie was eagerly contributing to, was starting to get you fired up in and of itself. T'was the story of your life, really - you constantly flipped back and forth between wanting to prove yourself to equally proud boys and force them to respect you, then wanting to be used by them. And to his credit, the Draconian was very much focused on you. Once you began rolling your tongue around his shaft and letting the head nestle in the back of your throat, teasing the glans with the back of your tongue, he loosed his grip and began running his hands through your hair almost affectionately instead.

Suddenly you feel a strange sensation as a pair of hands starts massaging your inner thighs and squeezing your bottom. You start to give Bertie a dirty look over your shoulder - after all, you'd thought you had a good 'platonic yet perverted partners in crime' kind of friendship going on with him. But as it turns out he's still just watching and chuckling. Upon feeling some frizzy hair tease itself against your bare bottom you realize it is actually Bertie's latest conquest, the Draconian girl, taking an interest in your exposed nethers.

"Yes, that's right," the boy who's cock you'd pulled your lips halfway off said, "we Draconians take care of one another. Mmmf... Be a good girl and you'll get rewards, Leontes." As if to punctuate his words, for the second time, you felt a girl's tongue run itself over your delicate little slit, sending shivers up your spine. It was still... weird. And kind of gross in a vague way that it wasn't when it was a guy doing it to you. But the weird wrongness of it only made you tingle more strongly, and a telltale quiver ran through your thighs when her lips puckered up to give your 'lips' a nice kiss. You gurgled and slurped noisily, which the male Drake seemed to enjoy.

Alas, just as you started feeling your pleasure building the frizzy-haired Draconis girl behind you recoiled away and sputtered. "Gyeh!!" she audibly cringed, spitting several times into the grass. "Yech! You could have mentioned that your fanny was still full of someone's cum, y' continental tart. Not a good taste."

Before you could pull off the knob you were sucking and start to protest that you had bloody well tried to get all the semen from 'round one' out and that it wasn't your fault that some nebbish boy had been carrying around so much pent up spunk that one shot was enough to leave you leaking for the better part of an hour, and that it was certainly no excuse for her to stop giving you satisfaction - but just then a bitter, slimy load exploded all over your own tongue and throat. Reflexively, you swallowed some of it, which you instantly regretted. You recoiled away from the briny load and ended up shoving your arse into the disgusted girl's face. Taking this as an insult, she gave your hips a forceful shove - and since she was a good deal stronger and heavier than you, your shoulders crashed right into the Draconian's knees just as they were buckling, causing him to flop down painfully hard on top of both you and the other girl face-first.

Bertie was hooting and laughing uproariously like a gibbon. Several other sexually-satisfied students turned to snicker at you and the two Draconians' comical pratfall as well. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment. "Fuck!!" you shrieked. "What is wrong with the two of you?!" you demanded, putting all of the blame on them. "I swear, every time I think things are going right for this party... Did someone put a curse on me? Is there anything ELSE that could go wrong at this point?"

You aren't sure you believe in God or Fate but those words feel very ill-considered all the same as shadowy, misshapen figures burst from the ground and tear their way out of innocuous-looking shrubs. It all happens so quickly that you scarcely have a chance to react before a pall of smothering blackness descends over the party and all the lanterns are snuffed out as on... accompanied by a chorus of cruel, vaguely childish giggles, followed by witches and wizards shrieking in alarm in unison.

"Children! It's an attack! Back to the school, hurry!" an authoritative older voice you recognize as Fergus's barks out suddenly. A small halo of light suddenly illuminates Master Firetail standing up and holding up his wand... as well as holding his other "wand" in his off hand, apparently so engrossed in it that not even imminent danger could drive him to abandon his course of self-pleasure entirely.

"WHAaaaat the hell is going ON?" you demanded shrilly amidst all the shrieks. Unfortunately, when in a man's arms, many witches naturally tended to be a bit more passive, and they (particularly the Leontes ones) mostly clung to their lovers in fright, while the boys wrapped their arms around them, protectively... instead of either sex doing the sensible thing and grabbing for their wands. Much to your chagrin, you suddenly realized your first lover had worn you out a bit more than you gave him credit for... but it got worse, as you then remembered that your own wand had been left in the pocket of your robes... in a pile that was now overrun by shadowy, gangly, diminutive humanoids. A bit of knowledge from one of the lectures on magical beasts suddenly shouted in your mind: 'Shadow elves!'