The big dog had experienced the widow’s mouth, pussy and ass – often in the same session. Mrs Dieran’s preferred position was to have Saxon lie on his back while she rode his erection to her climax, but she’d taken him in others. The widower had specially trained Saxon for more than guarding and walking in short, the hulking crossbreed was trained for sex. Mrs Dieran had other commands for her faithful companion, commands that she would not share with her neighbours. He certainly was well trained though, accepting the authority of Mr and Mrs Granger when passed to their control, and sitting, standing and following on simple commands. Had Hermione encountered this ‘muggle’ dog in the care of Hagrid, she would not have been surprised. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and it almost seemed as if there was no end to it. Certainly he could weigh as much as the petite schoolgirl, and likely more. The colouring was reminiscent of a Rottweiller, while the tail and head shape had something of a giant herding dog. His coat was short and mostly black, save for dark tan patches, and seemed to flow over his muscular body to longer hairs on the belly. When Mrs Dieran came to drop her dog off, it seemed almost that ‘considerable’ would not do justice to his dimensions. Hermione would not need to try and control the dog, which she understood to be a crossbreed beast of some considerable size. Mrs Dieran’s dog would be let out in the garden before they left, and then could be safely shut in the kitchen during the evening.
Typical parental guidance followed, though surely unneeded for a bright young thing like Hermione. We’ll be out of the house from lunchtime until about one in the morning." It was that career choice that led to their second piece of news for their beloved if occasionally bemusing daughter. Truthfully, referring to Hermione’s parents as Mr and Mrs Granger may not be entirely accurate, for both were qualified dentists. She had a lot of reading to do, and wanted a lot of time to do it in, on the large comfortable sofa in the Grangers’ front room. Hermione took the news with good grace and the merest frown to signal her displeasure at the possible disturbance to her planned routine. "We’ll save her such a lot of money on kennel fees for her first holiday since Mr Dieran’s funeral." "That’s right," replied Mr Granger, "and very well trained too." "He’s been Mrs Dieran’s constant companion since her husband passed away three years ago," Mrs Granger noted. However, Hermione’d barely been back home a week that summer before her parents surprised her with the news that they would be looking after a neighbour’s dog for the next week, to save the lady some money. Though she was prohibited from using magic outside the school, she fully intended to study as much as she could with the resources available. Please read the story codes above to ensure that you are not going to be offended by, or otherwise dislike, the content.Īdditional Credit: CanisLupus of the TSSA forum suggested a Hermione/Dog the summer that fell after Hermione Granger’s sixteenth birthday, but before her seventeenth, the holiday from Hogwarts did little to break the teenage witch away from the stress of opposing Voldemort’s growing influence.
The title is from the album of the same name by the band Saxon. I don’t own any of JK Rowling’s characters and make no profit from this story. While I'm disclaiming, racism, homophobia and other bigotry of any kind are also really fucking stupid. If you feel rape in the real world is a good thing, bend over in a prison and whistle dixie. The author does not condone illegal and immoral actions described. 100% fiction means real life rape is WRONG. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality whatsoever. By JD Home from Hogwarts for the Holidays, teen witch Hermione Granger learns the pleasures of canine lust.Ĭontent Codes: Dog/F(oral/vaginal), first, beast, consĭisclaimer: This story contains content that should not be read by people underneath the age of 21.