Chapter 2 - Epilogue

When at last Hagrid had shrunk down to a mere foot and a half of soft, exhausted cock Ginny was able to ease, and squeeze the bulbous head from her battered and strained ass. He had come in her once more on the way down. A catch in her throat, probably another glob of his cum, made her cough suddenly and the pressure of it made his giant, sweating testicles heave one final time. A bubble of liquid heat suddenly appeared in her intestines, as the head continued to recede. It stat there, a visible bulge left behind by the retreating penis. Now she gingerly tried to stand. The abused muscles of her abdomen resisted, the spell was wearing off. She flopped down flat onto Hagrid’s chest. Her body quivering as muscles twitched, bringing her insides back to their normal position. The bulge in her belly that was Hagrid’s last offering moved with fluid rapidity through her and headed south.
 
The last of Hagrid’s cum splattered from her ass just as there was an insistent scrabbling at the door and it swung open. Ginny tensed, and another few squirts of cum rocketed from her ass. She snapped her head round to see the huge muzzle and droopy eyes of Fang, the boar hound. For a moment Ginny relaxed, before she caught sight of the flailing legs.
 
Hermione struggled and tried to yank herself off Fang’s knot that still hadn’t shrunk at all, despite the hour long walk… Drag back from the forest. Now Fang had pushed open the door to Hagrid’s cabin and had let out a soft bark. She struggled to turn her head and managed to catch sight of a red headed body atop Hagrid’s sleeping form.
“Ginny!” Hermione squawked breathlessly, her lips clenching on Fang’s cock that was finally starting to soften. The red-head tried to respond, but her movements only served to expel a final few dribbles from an ass that still gaped in a way that made Hermione wince. Her continuing attempts to turn around put torque on Fang’s member and with an audible pop followed by the sound of steady, and very heavy dripping his knot left her gaping pussy and dangled red but seemingly sated between the enormous dog’s hind legs.
 
It took over half an hour for the two girls to regain their feet. Hermione had yelped when the sudden withdrawal of Fang’s member sent one last spasm of pleasure through her body. She had stayed on all fours, feeling her ravished body slowly squeeze itself back into shape. Ginny too did not move for a while, lying in a dry pool of cum that covered Hagrid’s chest, also feeling, at long last the normal proportions of her guts returning. She could nearly have gone to sleep there, exhausted and still tingling as she was, but the arrival of Hermione stuck, as she had been on Fang, had sent lances of adrenaline through her body and now she was wide awake, but still too tired to feel any embarrassment or shame at the strange circumstance the girls now found themselves in.
 
They didn’t speak at all as they both tentatively stood. This caused some more errant splatters to fall onto Hagrid’s floor, mostly from Hermione. They supported each other to the door and lent against the lintel to catch their breath. Their legs were stiff and their bodies were worn out but unhurt. They glanced around the room, Ginny lamented her ruined shirt, covered completely with Hargrid’s cum that had now dried solid. Hermione waved her wand at it and it was good as new.
“You must teach me that spell.” Ginny commented as she tottered over to retrieve it, though she left her panties, still clutched in Hagrid’s sleeping fist. Hermione just smiled listlessly as they turned from the door to face the castle.
“Accio clothes.” She said suddenly, swirling her wand, a few moments later her cloak and panties sailed through the air from the direction of the forest. The cloak, which landed in a heap at Hermione’s feet was stained with a large pool of wetness that had escaped during the humping she had received against the tree, but she swung it over her shoulders anyway as the two of them walked shakily up the wide, sweeping lawns towards the dark, looming castle and the distant promise of a soft bed...
 