After all the work he'd done, the invaluable service he'd provided, Harry was ready to settle in and spend his days pumping all of his girls full of cum until they were too bloated to walk.
Of course, being Harry Potter, he got to enjoy about a weeks' worth of that before he somehow found himself embroiled in a diplomatic incident that seemed certain to deteriorate into a bloody war between goblins and wizards.
"Now listen here!" Fudge blustered at his goblin counterpart.
Harry wished he could just sink into the chair. He was accompanied by Sirius and Amelia as they watched the minister showcase his complete lack of tact when dealing with the goblins, who themselves seemed to be a bunch of sniveling cunts.
"You listen, wizard!" Bellowed Crotchrot.
Crotchrot the Fifth looked positively ancient. Dessicated, even. Thick tufts of white hair sprouted from his long ears, his skin looked like it would crumble to dust at the slightest touch, deep lines in his face seemingly halfway through swallowing up his features.
He was also king of the entire Goblin Nation, flanked by a pair of surly looking guards with spears.
"The ring was forged by goblins, therefore, it belongs to us." Crotchrot asserted.
As he'd done many times before during this meeting, Harry covered his crotch, hoping that his godfather had some sort of contingency plan that would help them escape Gringott's unscathed. Maybe if they sacrifice Fudge?
"It was enchanted by Rowena Ravenclaw, was it not?" Amelia stepped in, taking over for the minister. "Before that, it was an unremarkable ring."
"Unremarkable." Crotchrot spat, anger growing exponentially as he snarled at Sirius, "and you let the female speak out of turn?"
"Hey!" Sirius slammed his fist on the table, "listen here, you ancient little freak! We may use our women as cumrags, but as long as they swallow my nut first, I don't see anything wrong with letting them speak!"
Harry was now gripping the handrests, wishing he would have paid more attention in Binns' class - how did one put down a goblin rebellion? - and wondering if his shield charm was sturdy enough to take a swing from one of those goblin spears. (prognosis: unlikely.)
Then, he felt a slight burning in his crotch that could only mean the sorting cock had activated, and a soft, female voice whispered inside of his head.
"Tell him you want to discuss something."
Harry blinked. 'Why would I do that?' He asked the disembodied voice.
'Just trust me.'
The ring burned just a little bit hotter. As insane an idea as it sounded, Harry figured they were already one foot into a major war, and there was nothing he could say that would make it any worse. The sorting cock had been good to him so far, the least he could do was trust it.
"Ahem." Harry cleared his throat. "King Crotchrot, I wish to discuss something with you."
The goblin sneered at him, "What could I possibly have to discuss with you, wizard?"
Well, maybe he shouldn't have blindly trusted the ring after all?
Harry's lips parted, his tongue moving without his control as he suddenly rasped out some words in some strange, unintelligible tongue that could only be gobbledygook.
Everyone, especially the goblins, were left stunned. When he finished speaking, Harry clutched at his throat, which was now gravely sore.
Sirius conjured him a glass of water, which Harry gulped down as Fudge shot him a flabbergasted look. "Harry, my boy, you could speak their language this whole time? Why didn't you say so?"
Amelia shot the minister a withering glare before turning to Harry. "It was the ring, wasn't it?"
Harry nodded as Crotchrot finished whispering with his guards. The king cleared his throat as he stared Harry down.
"Very well, wizard. We will bring you down with us, but if you are not able to do as you say, we will retrieve the ring, no matter what else we need to detach."
"Like hell you will!" Sirius snapped, ready to leap over the table as Amelia held him back.
"Don't worry, Sirius, I've been in worse situations before."
He hadn't, but Harry figured that if he sounded confident enough, maybe things would play out in his favour.
"You will remain here." Crotchrot ordered as Harry was led away by the goblin guard.
There was an awkward silence as Fudge, Amelia and Sirius were left alone. Cornelius glanced at Amelia, noting how nice and hefty her tits looked, and how there was a streak of dried cum behind her ear.
"Erm… hehe… fancy a go, Amelia?"
Fudge never saw the punch coming, and as he lay on the floor, half in a daze, Sirius gave his wife's ass a firm squeeze. "That was so bloody hot. Bend over."
…
Instead of a mine cart, Harry rode a big, steel elevator down what felt like miles and miles of cave networks. At first, he could see vaults flying by, getting progressively bigger as they went. He swore he glimpsed a few dragons as well when the vaults were suddenly replaced by solid earth.
The lift clinked to a halt and the wrought iron gates stuttered open, letting out a metallic whine that made Harry flinch.
"Hmph." Crotchrot scoffed, a gesture parroted by his guards. "You are weak, Wizard. Flimsy."
'Not everyone has built-in earmuffs' Harry thought, though he kept to himself.
They walked out onto a vast underground city. Houses were carved out of the jagged rocks, stacked on top of each other, reinforced with metal frames at the points that seemed most precarious.
Harry had never seen so many young goblins before. It was obvious in hindsight, but it seemed that all of the tellers and guards at Gringott's were middle aged or older. Here, he saw teenage goblins working in teams as they hauled precious ores, and even younger goblins chipping away with pick-axes.
"No wizard has stepped foot on this soil and lived to tell the tale," Crotchrot said, determined to make Harry as uncomfortable as possible, "tread lightly."
The king nodded to his guards, who tamped their spears down on the ground three times, sending a strange vibration out over the vast caverns.
Everything stopped. The goblins ceased what they were doing and gathered up in front of the king, and as Harry watched, more and more of them came out of the woodworks, until close to a thousand goblins were standing right in front of them.
Each and every one of them gave a short bow to the king, but mainly, they all just sneered at Harry, looking at him as if he were nothing more than dirt under their shoe.
The king rasped out a string of words in gobbledygook. Harry had no idea what was being said, but the way the goblins responded with loud, mocking laughter was not a good sign.
Crotchrot chuckled darkly as he looked at Harry, "I am feeling merciful, wizard. If you are able to withstand even one minute in the presence of one of our hideous, repulsive, disgusting females, I will spare your life."
Another round of laughter followed that statement. The sea of goblins parted as the king led Harry down a sloping path, and as they went further below, Harry could see the covetous little creatures peering down from above, evil smiles on their little gremlin faces.
Harry was starting to panic. He had no clue what was going on, and there was no one he could really ask. Definitely not Crotchrot.
That was when he felt the ring heat up once more, and that same soft, female voice returned.
'I suppose I should explain things to you.'
'You suppose?!' Harry thought back aggressively.
'Don't get cheeky, young man! Now, as I was saying…'
While Crotchrot led Harry through a series of progressively thicker gates laden with multiple locking mechanisms, the voice brought him up to speed.
'Goblins have a breeding problem. It's why their numbers can never grow to rival wizardkind. Goblin penises are some of the tiniest in the entire magical world, and even with magical assistance, they struggle to get the necessary blood flow to maintain an erection. Their sperm is extremely weak, and, as you heard, they find their women to be hideously repulsive.'
They'd stopped at the final gate. Crotchrot pulled out a large, ornate key and slotted it into the keyhole.
"I'd wish you luck, wizard, but you've brought this upon yourself."
Harry stepped through the gate and it quickly slammed shut behind him, several locks clicking into place. Harry craned his neck up to see thousands upon thousands of goblins peering down at him, snickering and jeering. He felt as if he'd been thrown to the lions in the Coliseum.
'So I'm supposed to fuck the female goblins?'
'Yes you are. You promised to impregnate them all. Good luck.'
Crotchrot must have taken some sort of hidden lift, because he was suddenly up top with his subjects, and he shouted something in gobbledygook that Harry assumed must have meant "Release the women!", because after he spoke, yet another gate creaked open, this one on the opposite end from where Harry had entered, and it really did feel like they were about to unleash some sort of unholy beast.
There was rumbling. A low thudding that could only be dozens upon dozens of footsteps. Harry braced himself. He would have to fuck his way out of this. He started picturing the last orgy he'd had with all his girls, the image of his mum taking his cock down her throat while Hestia and Flora slurped his seed from her pussy. He remembered Alice squeezing her breast milk over his plate before her gravid tits were ravaged by Fleur and Cho.
Maybe, just maybe, if he pictured his girls, he could keep it up long enough to fuck these female goblins.
The very first goblinettes emerged from the darkness and the males above began to hiss loudly. Even from this distance, it seemed that the mere sight of them was enough to make them wretch.
Harry, meanwhile, was completely stunned.
The tallest amongst them was barely four feet tall. They had green skin, short stubby limbs, large, bat-like ears and a pair of fangs poking out from the tops of their mouths.
There were maybe thirty of them in total, and they were all the cutest, sexiest little shortstacks Harry had ever seen.
Their faces were absolutely adorable. Unlike their male counterparts, they had hair, ranging from short bobs and pixie cuts all the way to having it reach down to their feet. Most were redheads, but there were a variety of purples, greens and whites present as well.
And their bodies. Merlin, those fucking bodies. Harry had to guess at least half of their overall weight was packed into their disproportionately large tits and wonderfully juicy asses, assets which jiggled with every step they took.
The goblinettes at the front squinted as they caught sight of him. Their eyesight wasn't the best, but the rapidly growing tent in his pants still managed to draw their attention.
"C-Cock?" One of them rasped out in very broken English, pointing at Harry's crotch with a look of pure hunger in her eyes.
"Husband? Mine? Mine!" Another one shouted.
"No! Husband mine!" Another one said, smacking the other one on the side of the head.
That seemed to be enough to whip them up into a frenzy, and it seemed like all thirty of them were about to start a massive brawl.
"Stop!" Harry shouted. He dropped his pants and freed his monstrous cock, and instantly, they began salivating, eyes growing big as they followed the movements of Harry's gigantic bitch-breaker.
"There's plenty of cock for all of you." Harry insisted. "Now, come on, who wants to go first?"
While he did end up causing a brawl, this one was a bit closer to organized chaos. The goblinettes pushed and shoved, they sometimes even punched as they jostled for position to be the first to reach him.
Harry was swarmed by the short, stubby little sexpots. One sank her fangs into his neck, gnawing at his pulsepoint while others grabbed his limbs.
"He's a fool! A deranged fool!" Crotchrot shouted from on high. All of the goblins had turned away, unable to witness such disgusting creatures engage in sexual acts.
Harry planted his feet firmly on the ground as he fought back. There were three - actually five goblinettes slurping on his cock and balls, one lucky one actually getting his head all to herself, swallowing it down her throat as the others fought for room.
Any other man would have been overwhelmed, but by this point, Harry was no ordinary man.
He squeezed tits. He groped asses and plunged fingers into cunts. He bit back, and the more he did, the more delirious the goblinettes became.
"Yes! Husband finger in Urgh!" One of them screamed as Harry stuffed two fingers up her cunt. Meanwhile, Harry was snogging another, groping at whatever big, juicy tits he could feel along the way.
"Alright ladies," he said after a few minutes, "it's time for those pussies to get railed."
They whined as he pulled his cock away from them, dozens of sloppy kisses and hungry nips raining down on his shaft and balls as they chased after it like rabid beasts.
Harry gripped the one he'd been snogging. Her short purple hair was combed off to one side, covering one eye while her other side was completely shaven. And she also had big, round tits with pierced nipples that looked ready to pop out of the primitive top she wore.
Harry tore her top off, dove down and captured one of her piercings as he forced her onto the ground and pushed his cock into her cunt.
She howled like a savage beast, and that drove the other goblinnettes insane. Up above, the goblins were actually beginning to gag, most running off as the sweet musk of sex wafted up to them.
Harry pounded her pussy with wild abandon, and it wasn't long before his goblin lover seized up, coming violently all over his cock as she shrieked incoherently.
Harry wasn't going to stop, though.
He continued pounding until he felt his balls ache, and with one last, mighty thrust he erupted inside of her.
There was a loud gurgling sound as Harry filled his shortstacks with his cum, bloating her stomach up as her womb filled with gallons of his wizard seed.
When Harry pulled out, the female goblins were staring at him in awe, looking at his slimy cock as if it were a god descended from the heavens.
"Alright, who's next?"
He was once again toppled over by a frenzy of horny goblinettes, all fighting to be the next on his cock. Harry lay back, several goblinettes rushing over to kiss his body as one finally emerged victorious.
She was bigger than the others, maybe four-foot one, with the biggest tits of the bunch and had her bright red hair in a pixie cut, her left ear completely covered in piercings.
She climbed onto his cock and impaled herself on the shaft, Harry reached out and helped her down.
Somehow, each and every one of the thirty - minus the one that he'd left broken and creampied - found a way to please him. They kissed him, rubbed their bodies on him, did anything in their power to exert their sexual urges.
The luckiest, of course, were on his cock. The redhead with the pixie cut was screaming like a cavewoman, her massive knockers bouncing so hard they smacked her in the face. Each time Harry lifted her off, there were three or four tongues lathering his shaft, lips sealing around the flesh and trying to give his thick meat a hickey before it was once again covered by goblin cuntmeat.
His balls were being sucked and licked by so many mouths that Harry had long since given up counting.
This goblinette came as well, collar snapping around her neck and seemingly driving her even wilder, making her cum on top of that first orgasm as her tiny body shook.
Harry peeled her off his cock and she was quickly replaced. He had a long way to go, and he was more than up for the challenge.
Harry smiled in satisfaction as he drilled into his final goblinette. This one was younger than the others, about half their size and with bee-stings for titties, but her pussy gripped him all the same, and she drooled and gurgled as he slammed home into her pussy.
The other twenty-nine females were lying together in a mass, collars around their necks, their bellies bloated and their pussies leaking cum. Harry was gripping the young one by her hair, long tresses of coarse red hair that were as tall as she was. Her legs, too short to wrap around him, gripped tightly onto his sides as Harry rutted in and out of her.
"Hnng!" He grunted as he drove home, emptying his balls for the twentieth time and flooding her underage pussy with his seed. Her stubby torso bloated up even more than the older ones, making her look pregnant as Harry's thick white cum filled up her womb.
"How much longer are we going to wait? I say we blast our way down there!"
"Sirius, don't be rash. Do you want another blowjob?" Amelia offered her husband.
Fudge was sitting in the corner, far away from them. He'd had to watch the couple have sex three separate times now, and he wasn't eager to witness a fourth.
Mercifully, at that moment, the door opened, and Crotchrot stepped in, flanked by his guards.
"Where's Harry?" Sirius barked accusingly.
Crotchrot did not retort. Both he and his guards looked deathly pale, as if they'd seen a ghost.
"I'm right here, Sirius." Harry said, peeking his head through the door.
"Pup!" Sirius shouted in relief, running over to wrap his godson in a hug.
Amelia turned to the goblin king, "Well?"
"You are free to go." He said in a faint voice.
"And the sorting cock?" Cornelius asked.
"You can keep it. The boy and I… we have reached an agreement."
"Wait, you get to keep all of them?!" Sirius guffawed.
Crotchrot and his guards cowered against the wall as Harry and Sirius entered the lobby, flanked by thirty sexy, freshly fucked little goblinettes, all of whom were looking at Harry with worshipful eyes.
Their group was very hastily rushed out of the bank, and Harry's platoon of thirty goblin cocksleeves drew a lot of attention, enough even for people to stop having sex to stare.
"So all you have to do is send the goblins any males that are born? That's a sweet deal." Sirius said as he eyed one of the big tittied goblin girls that was clinging to Harry's side.
"Yeah, pretty much." Harry said. One of his goblin cunts figured out that if she pinned his cock against his waistband so that it was vertical, she could suck him off while walking. Now, Harry had three of them slurping on his cock while he tried to maintain a conversation.
"You wouldn't mind donating a few of those to the wizarding public, would you, Harry?" Fudge asked.
The girls that weren't pleasuring Harry growled, baring their fangs at Fudge as they closed ranks around their master.
"They're mine." Harry said firmly. "I don't share."
It took a bit of effort, but after summoning McGonagall and turning a length of rope into a portkey, Harry and his goblin sex-slaves were all transported back to Hogwarts.
…
After claiming his adult witches, Harry had made the decision to withdraw from normal classes. McGonagall had given him his own wing of the castle, an area which no one except for him and his girls could enter. His witches taught their classes, and they even had their own food hall for meal times, meaning they only interacted with the rest of the school when out on the grounds.
"They're horny little minxes, aren't they?" Rosmerta said as Harry's goblinettes were unleashed and immediately began to tackle Harry's girls, trying to suck his scent out of their tits, asses and pussies.
Harry smiled, ready to settle in for a nice, big, celebratory orgy.
"Ahem." McGonagall cleared her throat.
Harry held back a groan. "Professor?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, I know you've had a long day, but I promise this won't take long."
Harry sighed. "Sure, let's go."
Harry followed the headmistress out of the castle, out onto the grounds and finally into the forest. After all he'd been through that day, Harry was content to just go with the flow, not questioning a single thing as McGonagall led him through the densely packed trees.
"Here we are." She said as they walked out onto a clearing.
Harry's cock twitched at what he saw. There were three young female centaurs, their succulent, youthful tits hanging freely in the chilly air as their faces flushed at the sight of Harry. They were all gorgeous, a blonde, a brunette and a redhead.
"Centaurs." Harry said, his mouth beginning to water.
The blonde bowed her head. "Indeed, Harry Potter. We are the sole three fillies of this herd. Our herd has consulted the stars, and by the word of Venus, we are to gift you our virginities."
Harry's eyes jumped to their tails, the same colour as their hair, which lifted up to reveal their sopping wet centaur pussies.
"How old are you?" Harry asked as he walked forward.
"We are ten of your years." The redhead said.
"Which is the same as our years." The brunette added.
"You're all ten?" Harry asked incredulously. While their faces did appear young enough, the redhead was the only one sporting a flat chest. The blonde and brunette were both sporting a set of large, hefty, womanly tits, and while the blonde had a slim torso, the brunette was stout and stocky, which along with her large septum piercing made her appear almost bovine.
"I am still growing!" The redhead squealed, self-consciously cupping her chest.
"I-I didn't mean to insult you? You're really quite beautiful. All of you." Harry insisted.
"My name is Lyssandra." The blonde said, "This is Tauriel," the brunette nodded, "and the flat-chested one is Astraea."
"Hey!" Astra spun around and kicked at Lyssandra, who dodged around artfully as the girl trotted after her.
Taurie sidled up to him with a smirk, her wavy dark hair bouncing with each step, "I guess that means I get to go first."
She bumped shoulders with him, brushing her lower half against him as she reached out and pulled Harry's cock out through his pants.
"Oh!" She gasped, expecting a human sized cock and finding one that dwarfed even those of her own kind.
"I hope you're ready." Harry said as he rounded up on her rump. They were all small enough that their backsides were level with Harry's crotch, which made it that much easier for Harry as he brushed her tail aside. Her firm, meaty hindquarters braced as Harry pressed his cock against her slit.
"Ooooh!" The centaur moaned as Harry slipped his horse-cock into her equine pussy. She squeezed him tight as he pushed in, arching her back as her lower half tensed.
Astra and Lyssandra trotted over, mesmerized by the sight of Harry claiming their friend's virginity.
"How does it feel, Taurie?" Astra asked as she cupped Harry's balls.
"S-so goooood!" The brunette moaned.
Lyssandra stepped up to her friend, and the two centaurs pressed their tits together as their mouths locked in a sultry kiss. As Harry stroked into Taurie, Astra nuzzled his face. Harry turned towards her and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
Harry lost himself in the sensation of having his cock encased in a piping hot centaur pussy. He rolled his hips expertly, and soon he felt Taurie quiver around him as her pussy clenched and her body shook in orgasm, a collar forming around her neck at the same time.
Next was Astra, and the redhead knelt on her front hooves, keeping her backside in the air as Harry slammed into her from behind. The delicate centaur turned her head to face him, blushing deeply as her backside rocked with each stroke, her hind legs turning to jelly as Harry filled her virgin cunt up with his cock, its entire length buried to the root.
This time they both came together, with Harry depositing a thick, voluminous load inside of his centaur pet. Astra twitched, body shaking as her underage - but still fertile - equine womb was impregnated with his wizard seed.
Harry's cock didn't even flag as he stared down Lyssandra, his final conquest, the most classical of beauties, even her horse half looking slender and refined. She tossed her long hair over her shoulder as she shot Harry a smoky, seductive look, lifting her tail up to present her sweet, sappy cunt to him.
Harry gripped her backside as his thick cock flopped over her hungry lips. His head smacked against their sloppy wetness. Harry gripped it and pushed, forcing himself into his third centaur pussy.
She hissed, trying to maintain her facade of aloofness as her innocence was taken by Harry's godly cock. As he plunged into her, Harry reached forward, managing to grasp her large, perky tits when he finally hilted himself to the base inside her cunt.
"Oooh!" she threw her head back as Harry squeezed her tits, his balls slapping against her backside as he filled her cunt completely. Nearby, Taurie was lapping away at Astra's pussy, drinking his seed from inside.
Harry's blonde centaur bucked against him as he slammed deep, her tail brushing against his face, her tits jiggling under his grip as his cock claimed her pussy, molding it into his perfect little cocksleeve.
Harry pinched her nipples as he pulled her back, her front hooves flailing in the air as Harry's cock pierced her womb and made her pussy spasm and clench all over him.
Harry bred his last creature of the day, and soon he was walking back to the castle with the Headmistress, closely followed by a trio of satisfied, well-fucked mares.