Myrtle always ran to the same cubicle when she was upset. It was near the back of the girl's bathroom, far enough from the entrance to avoid being found by students and sob in private. Of course, every girl who came and went could hear her and they all knew which bathroom she would run to, so they just left her alone and laugh at her in private. She preferred to be alone in these vulnerable moments and have a good cry in peace.
Of course, sometimes she wasn’t always alone in these moments. There was one other creature who would periodically visit this bathroom stall when it heard her weeping. It liked to roam the halls of Hogwarts and found the bathrooms to be a reliable source of nourishment between lessons. It had found Myrtle crying in the toilet stall many times.some would say it would take advantage of her vulnerability, but in reality it hoped to cheer her up what only way it knew how.
Today she caught it slumbering inside the toilet bowl, the fluid mass looking up as the seat rattled from her slumping down upon it. It listened to her sob for a few minutes until she decided to relieve herself while she was here, lifting the lid and pulling her underwear down her legs. She didn’t see the creature as she sat down and peed, too focused on how mean the other girls were to her. The creature took pity on her and let its pheromones drift up from the toilet to be inhaled with each sniffle. After a few minutes Myrtle started to calm down, her sobs turning to shallow moans as arousal diverted her attention. She rubbed her legs together and palmed her chest through her uniform, feeling very hot and bothered as she sat in her cubicle.
When she was suitably suitably aroused her hand drifted down to her pussy, leaning back to finger herself relieving the stress built up. That’s when the creature made its move, tentacles growing from its fluid translucent mass to slither up under her skirt and robes to soothe the girl. Myrtle sighed as it crawled up her back, caressing her spine comfortingly as it moved up to her neck. She didn’t care where these tentacles came from or what they wanted as long as they took her mind off how awful her existence was. She welcomed them as more coiled around her waist, around her thighs coaxing them open so more could rub her privates from below. She moaned as they slithered up her body, slipping under her uniform to rub her in places no wizard has ever touched her before. She gasped in amazement, it was as if it knew where she liked to be touched, how to be touched…she didn’t realize it had visited her before, that they had had sex before, that she had fed it her magical orgasms before. From her perspective this was her first time with this creature and it was a welcome relief. “Yes” she pinned, opening herself up to it as it wrapped around her legs and waist, her panties falling down to her ankles as she spread her thighs. It penetrated her pussy effortlessly, bringing waves of pleasure to the young witch as she let it fuck her, her hips rocking on the toilet seat massaging the thin tentacle inside of her. More tentacles coiled around her body, massaging her breasts and neck and arms, making her feel really good. When a curious tentacle drifted out of the toilet in front of her face, pushed up her glasses and leaned forward to give it a lick. She didn’t taste toilet water or urine, which was a relief because that might’ve put her off wrapping her lips around it to suck on. It pushed gently into her mouth to tickle her throat, receiving a delicious blowjob in return.
Its tentacles didn’t restrain her, despite how it looked with how many she was entangled with. They cradled her, hoisted her an inch from the toilet seat so more could slink out of the bowl and suspend her in the air, supporting her legs and hips, but she never felt tied up or restrained. It would let her leave at any time, but she was having too much fun to want to leave. She fucked this creature and enjoyed it, her tears forgotten as she moaned around the tentacle in her mouth. Another teased her ass and she relaxed in preparation for anal penetration.
Her plans got interrupted when she heard footsteps outside the cubicle. She opened her eyes as she listened to the footsteps make their way into the girl's bathroom. She wasn’t making enough noise to give away what she was doing, but what muffled moans and pants she was making could easily be mistaken for her usual sobbing. All the same she hoped they’d leave quickly so she could get back to have consensual sex with some slimy toilet tentacles in peace. The creature slowed its movements only a little bit, continuing to pleasure her but also lifting its tendrils from the ground along with her feet, hiding them both should the visitor stumble in their direction. The footsteps stopped a few feet away, somewhere near the sinks Myrtle guessed. As long as they didn’t bother her, she decided to continue getting fucked. She carried on sucking on the tentacle while stroking the others, rolling her hips with her new friend as it thrust deeper into her pussy. She could feel the buildup in her gut, a much-needed climax approaching. But then the visitor started to talk and she groaned. It was a boy's voice. Boys weren’t meant to be in here. And what is he supposed to be saying. It sounds really odd and creepy. She tried to ignore him, buckling her hips against the probing tentacles riding them faster trying to get that orgasm. But the boy outside kept putting her off.
After a short minute she had enough pulled the tentacle out of her mouth and called out “go away!” She knew it was a risk, it might draw him over to her, but right now she needed to cum and this stupid boy was distracting her. The tentacles continued to fuck her, trying to help her reach climax so it could feed on her, but the boy outside continued to mutter in his weird language. She growled in frustration as she called out louder “go away! I want to be alone!” He continued to whisper, ignoring the frustrated girl. His weird voice was proving a real buzzkill, her climax getting to the brink but not quite getting there. Finally she growled in annoyance and pulled herself out of the tentacles gentle grasp, shrugging herself free of the hungry tendrils and ripping the bathroom stall open angrily. “I said GO AWAY” she screamed as she stepped out to confront whoever was interrupting her.
She never saw the boy who was killing her mood. All she saw was the pair of big yellow eyes that killed her. Her body collapsed lifelessly outside the bathroom stall, the poor girl slipping from this mortal coil as the beast that killed her slithered out of the Chamber of Secrets to hunt the school once more. The boy who summoned it walked over and looked down at the dead witch impassively, his lip curling in a hint of amusement before leaving her alone as she wanted. Inside the bathroom stall, the creature pinned for the loss of a reliable food source, crawling back into the toilet to hide in the pipes until it could seek out a new victim.
Her panties remained under the toilet where she’d kicked them off in her haste to get rid of the wizard. As a result, when Moaning Myrtle came back as a ghost to haunt the Bathroom where she died, her ghostly form manifested her in her school uniform minus her underwear. And since she never reached her climax, she was left sexually frustrated for all eternity.
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