Thistle (thistle_chaser) wrote,

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Just in time for Slash Day, it's Instant Slash time!

The darkness was all around as Peter walked through some random Death Eater meeting down towards his dungeon, random thoughts of pony play crossing his mind.

He had been shocked earlier when Kat had told him she often dreamed about Mrs. Weasley involved in dry humping with a werewolf, but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Dumbledore.

One day he would discuss his feelings with Snape, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Dumbledore masturbating himself with a unicorn.

The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the whisk he was carrying with him. Would Dumbledore's middle finger feel like that to his eyebrow?

What would Dumbledore think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating steak and kidney pie off Dumbledore's beautiful belly button?

Peter rubbed the whisk against his middle finger whispering Dumbledore's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his dungeon but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Dumbledore's name into the night.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. some random Death Eater meeting was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the steak and kidney pie he was carrying and leisurely scratched his middle finger.

He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Peter calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his steak and kidney pie and ran towards the sound of his sugar wumwum's voice.

Dumbledore stumbled through the darkness towards Peter. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his sugar wumwum being attacked by a werewolf. Was he about to be raped by Harry Potter dressed as Mrs. Weasley? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his eyebrow.

Peter, Peter, my sugar wumwum, screamed Dumbledore. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Peter leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the whisk and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare belly button pointing in the air.

Dumbledore! Peter gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Snape said you were in your dungeon engaged in some pony play with Kat.

No, I was alone in my dungeon with nothing but my unicorn for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your belly button was, and how I would like to stroke my middle finger against it, and have you kiss my eyebrow, and now I see your belly button for myself I realise that not even Mrs. Weasley has a belly button to compare with yours.

Oh, sugar wumwum, Snape said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Kat.

What! That old werewolf, I'd rather get involved in dry humping with Harry Potter, a whisk and steak and kidney pie than dream of pony play with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my eyebrow curl.

Oh, Peter!

Oh, Dumbledore, my sugar wumwum!

Cue soft music, sounds of pony play and dry humping, soft focus and fade.........

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