The Hogwarts stuff seemed moderately popular. I gave up on the timeline I was building, but I did get this done. I just wanted to write SOMETHING. Hopefully I never posted a draft of it before?



The clone of Miley Cyrus looked around the Gryffindor common room, smiling at the laughter and screams and sounds of power tools. They had just won the Quidditch game against Ravenclaw (leaving only half of their team dead, as opposed to three quarters of the other team, which was really used to determine the winner more than the score was) and Gryffindor House was celebrating. Most of the small amount of clothing on display was their trademark gold and scarlet of their House, but there was a bit of Ravenclaw blue and silver.


As was school tradition, Gryffindor had taken the cheerleaders of their rivals at the end of the game. The girls were being fucked mercilessly, a revolving line of girls took advantage of them with a dizzying array of toys. They would be beaten and broken, and they would all be cute little corpses by the morning, but none of it was meanspirited. There were plenty of friendships between the houses, it was just the nature of the game. The victors had the right to their spoils, and when you signed up to be a cheerleader, you agreed to be those spoils. No team had ever gone undefeated all semester, at least the first round cheerleading squad knew that their deaths were just a fact. Most of the squad was being taken by at least 3 girls at once, half of them were being whipped or beaten, and there were no hard feelings.


Darla, the Gryffindor team captain, a tall girl with an 8-pack, thighs that HAD been used to snap the neck of more than one girl eating her out, and enormous breasts came up, holding a brand, with a Gryffindor lion glowing red hot at the end. Four of her teammates restrained one of the cheerleaders, each holding a limb. The girl had a ball gag in her mouth, she was struggling and mumbling her protests. She and Darla were friends, there was no malice, and this was all fair game, but this was happening. She wasn’t mad at Darla, but she really wished that they could have just impaled her or something, almost every girl who didn’t fear branding was in Slytherin.


Darla pressed the brand into the cheerleaders toned belly, there was a sizzling sound, accompanied by the muffled screams of the cheerleader and the laughter of the athletes. They hauled the girl to her feet, pointing at the roaring lion with charred outlines in her skin, chanting “ONE OF US, ONE OF US ''. There was a round of applause, and the cheerleader, sweating from the pain, took an unsteady, playful bow. Miley was grinning ear to ear. She was biologically (Hannah Montana first season) and she loved bacon, which was the smell branded belly made and sent wafting across the room. She was younger and smaller than most of her classmates, more of a mascot or a pet, but after only a few weeks, she had a reputation for proper Gryffindor reckless enthusiasm, whether it was eating out anyone who wanted the use of her skilled little tongue, or running a three legged race across a minefield. She had been programmed with a ticking time bio-bomb that would cause a fatal stroke before graduation, but she had no idea when, so Miley lived each day like she might die in her sleep, she had no interest in doing that. She was a Gryffindor, she was gonna die doing something fun!


She wandered over to watch Tina and Tammy, who were twins. Someone had brought out a couple swords, which had led to the sisters both joking around about their skills, and how if there were a dragon, they would be the brave student able to slay it. Then there had been some playful trash talk, and now they were dueling. One of them would be the skilled champion of Gryffindor House, the other would be meat. They laughed and teased each other as they ran around, swinging the long, deadly sharp blades at each other “Too slow! You’ll never kill a dragon like that!” and “What kind of parry is that?” They fought to the edge of the crowd, most of whom were smart and quick enough to back away. Tammy lunged and swung hard and wide, a move she must have seen in some anime, it looked pretty silly. Tina dove under the blade and rolled, coming back up several feet away. A cute chubby Hufflepuff who had been coming over to get a drink for a girl she had a crush on was not so lucky. Her body fell to its knees, with her pigtailed head falling off her shoulders a moment later. The sudden, clean decapitation stunned most of the group, who burst into laughter and applause again. Tammy did hesitate, Tina did not.


As she came up from dodging the blow that should have taken HER head, Tina rounded on her sister again, and before the fate of the Hufflepuff had fully registered, she had driven her own blade completely through her sister. Tammy looked down, seeing the blade sticking a foot out of her chest. Tina pulled it out with a wet sound, and circled to stand in front of her sister, blade dripping blood. Miley was masturbating eagerly, gladiator fights were SO hot. Tammy looked up at her sister, on her knees and bleeding heavily, already going into shock “You cheated!” Tina shrugged, did a little spin and blew her sister a kiss “Well, most heroes don’t beat the dragon in a FAIR fight!” Tammy considered that for a moment, and grinned with blood rising and coming from the corner of her mouth “Yeah, you’re probably right” and chuckled before coughing up blood. Tina didn’t want to let her sister longer than she needed to, so she lined up and drove the sword between Tammy’s perfect tits, Tammy exhaled once and slumped dead.


At the moment the sword pierced Tammy for the second time, Miley went over the edge, crying out LOUDLY as her orgasm hit. She sank to her knees, rubbing furiously, reveling in the intensity, moaning the whole time, momentarily oblivious to the other students all around her. Miley squirted, and her eyes rolled into her head as she shuddered from repeated waves of bliss, her pussy spasming around the fingers buried inside. When she finally came down, she was aware that all of Gryffindor House was cheering her on, cheering and laughing and whistling, amused and delighted at the antics and pleasure of their mascot, who most viewed as more of a pet than a classmate.

Miley blushed crimson as she came back, she curled up into a ball, biting her lip and trying not to cry from the humiliation. But after a moment, she realized something. There was no name calling, no shaming, they all seemed happy for her, the laughter felt like it was supposed to be WITH her, not at her. This wasn’t Ravenclaw where they were supposed to be more composed, this was Gryffindor, and her ecstasy had been a great show, exactly what they were all about!


Miley decided to go with it. She uncurled and stood, prompting new cheers. She pumped her fists in the air, then lowered one, spreading her pussy for the crowd. She went over to Tammy and grabbed a fistful of the corpse’s hair, raising her up and pushing the face of the dead girl to her crotch. There was obviously no tongue movement and it didn’t do anything for Miley, but it drove the crowd wild and made her feel so ALIVE!! She worried for a moment that Tina might be offended, but the twin of the corpse she was molesting was doubled over, laughing harder than anyone.


Darla, the Quidditch captain with the body that seemed like it belonged on the cover of a sexploitation comic book, with the washboard abs and mammoth tits, laughed and pointed “ I’ll have what she’s having!” the girl joked. Miley was feeling pretty fearless, she figured, what was the worst that could happen? She dropped Tammy and crossed the room to Darla in a few determined strides. Her peers went absolutely nuts as the tiny child pushed the Amazon down on the nearest couch, a real push, like she was in charge. Darla had a quarter second where she was going to rise and BEAT Miley to death, but it faded almost immediately to amusement. Her reputation was secure, there was no harm in playing along.


Miley dropped to her knees and everyone laughed again as she forcefully spread Darla’s legs and they realized that she planned to follow those joking instructions and give the older girl what she had been having! It was not the first time Miley had eaten Darla out (although the first time outside of a bedroom or closet) and Darla thought she knew what to expect, an effective, but mostly playful job by a girl who was just eager to please, and hoped to be rewarded with a cuddle, maybe even a kiss. That was not what she got, Miley was like some tiny dominatrix, she was going to TAKE what she wanted. She started off wanting pussy, so she buried herself in there, tongue and lips and fingers, leaving Darla soaked in moments, aroused as much by the novel experience as the actions of the moderately skilled and experienced loli.


She brought Darla to a loud, dramatic orgasm, which was what Miley wanted. She clambered up and straddled the older girl, right in her lap and she raised her fist to the crowd again. Then Miley wanted boobies. Her own chest was very nearly flat, just starting to bud, and she knew from pictures of the original that they would never be large. But Darla had plenty for both of them, and Miley took advantage of what she saw in the moment as her own property. Weighing, squeezing, pinching and pulling and licking and sucking and mauling, they would be bruised all over in the morning.


Miley still wanted one more thing, a big finish. But what she wanted specifically, Miley couldn’t just take. She leaned to Darla’s ear and whispered. The older girl had lost count of her orgsms, they were unrelenting, and she was a little cum drunk, but she listened intently and nodded eagerly. Miley returned back between Darla’s legs and got back to work, until Darla wrapped her legs around the small girl. Miley hesitated only for a moment, then raised her fist again and started fist pumping. Darla grinned, the enthusiasm was adorable. She started pumping her own fist and chanting “Miley, Miley, Miley!” motioning for the crowd to join her. They were basically feral at this point, there was too much adrenaline, too many hormones, the Gryffindor common room resembled something in between an orgy and a riot. They started pumping their fists and chanting as well.


With her face buried in the crotch of the most popular and (in her opinion) beautiful girl in the school, Miley couldn’t speak or see her friends, but she could hear them, chanting her name and cheering wildly, Miley LOVED this school! Her little heart was racing, pounding harder than it ever had before, she kept her fist pumping, and if anyone in the room hadn’t been basically drugged by the chaotic atmosphere, they might have noticed how badly her fist and really her entire skinny body were shaking. It wasn’t fear, it was pure adrenaline, Miley wanted to go run at top speed through the entire school, all night long. She never wanted this moment to end, the power, the friendship, the sense of community, the entire group screaming her name. But really, right now the end was all that mattered.


As she felt another orgasm bubbling over, Darla did as Miley had asked. She twisted her body to the side, squeezing her thighs so tightly that it felt like Miley’s skull might crack. Her skull didn’t crack, but her neck did. There was a pop as Darla rolled over, Miley felt it as her head twisted almost entirely around. To an observer, she died instantly, but Miley was aware for a few seconds, feeling those beautiful thighs wrapped around the only part of her body she could still feel, and hearing her friends chanting her name as her senses went fuzzy and then stopped.


Miley didn’t get to see it, but what followed was recorded by the few survivors and was backed up by any numbers they could think to measure by, as perhaps the greatest party Gryffindor had ever thrown. They had screamed and jumped and drank blood and rampaged through the castle, kicking in the doors of the other common rooms, raping and killing and smashing. They couldn’t burn the building, but the contents (including students too slow to escape) of Ravenclaw tower were indeed consumed in an inferno. The staff, who slept in apartments just outside of the castle for this reason, locked it down and let events play out. There were survivors, including Darla, but no more than 5 or 5 per house, hundreds died that night. It was so intense that they had to call in and sort a new crop of students a couple days later. Gryffindor hired a couple artists and had them make a statue of Miley, the girl who had started the real party, the most famous, ridiculous Gryffindor ever. Darla didn’t have or want her face on the statue, but Miley knelt forever in the Gryffindor common room, with thighs of actual steel around her neck.