Harry Potter, Game Jumper

'It can't be possible... It shouldn't be possible...'

He was so shocked that he didn't even notice how the werewolf girl was alternating between teasing Raidy's n.i.p.p.l.es and c.l.i.t, and whipping her. To him, magic was a wonderfull thing, open to a lot of possibilities, but it shouldn't be able to send him into a video-game. Video-games were not real! And yet, here he was, in a naughty yet dangerous video-game.

Smack!!

"HYAAAAAANNNHHH!!!"

A loud m.o.a.n of both pain and p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e brought him back to reality. The scene happening in front of his eyes was quite schoking. Dealing with just n.a.k.e.dness was already a lot for him, but witnessing an act of s.e.x.u.a.l nature was mindblowing. Despite it clearly being ****, Harry was incapable of reacting properly, except for his lower body. But even that he didn't realise.

It was only after the following crack of whip that he recognised what he saw as very wrong. Even though he was supposed to be cautious, his emotions got the better of him. He started to race forward as he raised his arm.

"FLIPENDO!"

The new voice brough the attention of both girls on him, and both recoiled at the expression on his face. It was a mask of cold anger and determination. The werewolf girl took the full power of the spell in her face, and fell hard.

"INCENDIO!"

Despite the choc of the attack, the werewolf girl wasn't stunned, and was able to roll out of the way of the stream of fire. Her eyes landed on Harry, with a predatory gleam. She was no longer in a playing mood, and was going to take down her new target. Said target had set his eyes on her after the failed fire attack. Although he refrained from trying to burn his enemies, what he had just seen made hatred burn in his c.h.e.s.t. He wanted more than just defeat her. He wanted to inflict her pain. He had never felt such anger and hatred toward an enemy, not even in the Chamber of Secrets against Riddle.

They starred at each other for 2 seconds before the hostilities began anew.

The werewolf girl had much better physical conditionning than the other girls Harry fought. She was faster and tougher. Most of the spells Harry cast at her, she could dodge. Those that hit were mostly partial hit, meaning they had reduced effects on her. The fight was closer to a game of cat and mouse, with Harry being the mousse.

After the initial exchange, he was mostly on the defensive, trying to keep his distance from the agile enemy. The only times he could hit her, was when she got close enough to hit him. When she managed to dodge the attack, he would receive a pain punch or claw strike. If he wasn't so used to dodging and pain, he would have been killed long before meeting her. The last thing that saved him was that she had fought Raidy before, and hadn't fully recovered. Both himself and the werewolf girl were wearing each other out, getting frustrated at their lack of progress against the other, and slowing down.

Harry's magic was running low. He knew that he could only cast a few more spells before being completly depleted. He was hungry, thirsty, he had a mean headache and his whole body was sore and hurting. He was reaching the limits of his endurance and he knew it. He knew that if he didn't defeat the werewolf girl soon, he would most likely die. As he fought, he was thinking furiously.

'Why do I always end up fighting something or someone I'm not prepared to deal with? Come to think of it, it's a wonder I survived... Right, it was because the beasts weren't smart, and the people... Looked down on me. I only struck a decisive blow when they though I was done for...'

On the werewolf girl following attack, Harry seemingly faltered in his attempt at evasion and was struck in the belly. Hard.

"Aaargh!!!"

He was lifted of the ground and painfully landed on his back 2 meters back. He slid another meter before stopping and clutched his belly in pain. The werewolf girl rushed to him, but didn't notice his other hand directed where she would be once she got in range. A grunted immobulus and her movements froze, however, her momentum sent her crashing on top of him. Not only did the pain of the previous strike distract Harry, causing him to cast a weak spell, his enemy falling on top of him made them smack heads violently, lightly stunning each other.

Harry was the first to recover enough to react. He pushed her body from himself to the side, and noticing her starting to move, he nailed her temple with a viscious elbow strike. After rolling away from her, he stood up. Right next to the discarded whip of his opponent, which he took. He got hit on purpose, not only to bait the girl, but also to get closer to her weapon without being obvious about it. With her weapon in hand, he could conserve his magic and continue fighting.

Even though he wasn't trained to fight with a whip, he could use it well enough. Discarded jumping ropes could be used in various ways, including playing at being a beast tamer.

Harry was feeling very vindictive at that moment, so he lashed out with the whip, striking the recovering werewolf girl in the c.h.e.s.t and ripping appart the clothe piece that was covering her beautiful b.r.e.a.s.ts.

Shcrack!!

"KYAIII!!"

With a cry of pain, close to that of a dog, she covered her c.h.e.s.t with both hands, but since she was using them to support herself, she collapsed on her face. Before she could do anything else, a 2nd strike hit her on her back. Her head jerked up as she cried again. She tried to crawl backward away from him, but Harry wouldn't let up easily.

"Locomotor wibbly!"

The spell hit her and the werewolf girl lost all strenght in her legs. Her mobility had been reduced to near zero. She became really scared at that moment, on the ground, weaponless, defenseless, unable to use her legs. She looked at Harry's angry face for a second before turning on her stomach and trying to get away with the power of her arms alone. It wouldn't help her.

Shcrach!!!

"KYAIII!!!!"

Shcrack!!!

"AWOOO!!!"

For nearly a full minute, Harry whipped her. Her lower garnement had been torn, and her b.a.r.e b.u.t.t and fanny were exposed. She had blood red whip marks on her back, arms, legs, buttcheeks. She was curled in fetal position, weeping and hidding herself behind her arms. It was obvious she was surrendering.