Ron and Harry watched in amazement, as Harry's stag Patronus approached the Silver Doe. The doe lowered her head and let Prongs sniff at her haunches. As he turned, they could see the stag's massive erection.

"Blimey," muttered Ron. Harry merely gulped.

Then their eyes went wide, as Prongs mounted the Silver Doe. She leaned forward and appeared to welcome his hooves on her back, the weight of him. The thrusting became quite vigorous. Still, all too soon, the stag reared forward and threw his magnificent head back and slowly dismounted.

The Silver Doe appeared to stagger for a bit, then straightened up slowly, and stepped up to Prongs and rubbed her head against his flanks. Then she turned and began to trot off.

Prongs headed in the opposite direction.

The two boys released their held breaths. Their trousers were bulging from reaction. Harry gulped again.

"Quick wank by that tree?"

"You're on, mate. Last one to come fixes dinner."

THE END

Posted: 24 July 2007