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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
41,748
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Magical Menagerie
Chapter Two: Magical Menagerie
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It was not until much later that night, when Ginny was already tucked in bed that she remembered the stolen literature that was hidden away in her satchel. She had retired early, all too aware that her fellow seventh year Gryffindor girls were uncomfortable with her presence. In previous years, Ginny would have been sat with Harry, Hermione and Ron, and as a consequence it was proving difficult to insinuate herself into a new group.
Once in bed, she had drawn the curtains and laid there for several hours trying not to think about Harry and Cho and what they might be up to together in London. That had led to thoughts of her conversation with Hagrid and the kind way he had treated her, which had led to entirely inappropriate but oddly distracting memories of Fang’s swollen erection as he had attempted to get to her, and finally to the magazine that she had stolen from the under the dog’s bed.
For several minutes, Ginny simply continued to lie there, listening to the sounds of one of her roommates snoring. Then her curiosity managed to get the better of her and she carefully climbed out from under the heavy bed sheets in order to crawl to the end of her bed. Once there, she stuck her head between the gap in her curtains, and after pausing a moment to determine that no one else was awake, bent over the trunk at the end of her bed to retrieve her satchel.
Shuffling backwards, Ginny lit the tip of her wand and then peered inside her bag. Shaking slightly, she plucked the magazine out. Then, while refusing to look at the cover, she settled back underneath the sheets and sucked in a deep breath.
Her heart was pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation. She felt certain that one of her roommate would appear at any second to stick their head through the curtains and find her with the magazine – the explicit magazine. And there was no doubt that it was explicit – the picture on the cover was proof enough of that.
Biting her lip, she gave in to her curiosity and looked down at the cover. “Magical Menagerie,” she mouthed and almost immediately a flush flooded across her features. It hadn’t changed – not that she had expected it to. It still showed a picture of a half naked woman trussed up in what was undoubtedly a harness of some description. In fact the more that Ginny looked at it, the more she realised that the getup closely resembled that which Hagrid put on the Thestrals each time they were pressed into service for the school.
She breathed deeply, her eyes picking over the woman. She was remarkably beautiful, and in many ways reminded Ginny of Hermione. The model had the same long tanned limbs and glossy dark hair. Indeed she even possessed familiar warm brown eyes. Her chest was fuller, straining against the leather straps that she wore, but the resemblance was still obvious, and Ginny could not help but wonder whether it had occurred to Hagrid as well.
It was clearly a magical publication. As Ginny studied her, the woman tossed her hair which had been styled into some sort of mane and turned around to display her rump. There could be no doubt now as to what the woman was meant to resemble; she was a stylised pony – right down to the flowing tail that was strapped to her backside. At least, Ginny thought as she peered closer, she thought it was strapped to her backside. There was no way… Well no one would… She blushed furiously as she realised that the base of the tail did indeed appear to be stuck up the woman’s back passage.
She looked away quickly, confused by how her body reacted to the picture. Her breathing was shallow, and the ruddiness that had stained her cheeks previously was also making its way down her neck and onto her chest. Self-consciously, she brought a hand up to hug herself and realised with some uneasiness that her breasts were tingling as if she was on the edge of arousal. She brought her knees up towards her chest and sucked in a deep breath as she low in her body clenched.
It was as if some invisible string was attached to her head. Despite the way that her cheeks were burning, Ginny found her eyes being drawn back to the magazine. The woman – the pony - was stamping her foot now, pawing at the ground. Underneath her, in swirling writing, there was the caption: ‘Training Your Mount: all the latest new techniques from the world’s premiere ponygirl show’.
She turned the page, leaving the agitated ponygirl trotting around the front cover. On the reverse there was an advertisement for some other publications by the same company. Ginny scanned the titles and gawped at them opened mouthed. Never could she have imagined that there was such a wide range of specialist publications available for what the advertiser termed ‘the discerning wizard or witch’.
Next she turned her interest to the contents page. Some of her embarrassment was passing now, though she still could not completely suppress the anxious worry that one of her roommates would interrupt her reading. The range of articles was just as astounding as the advertisement had been. There were not only articles from the ‘ponygirl show’ that had been mentioned on the cover, but others on a variety of animals. Ginny’s eyes skimmed over the words unicorn, piglet, phoenix, and house-elf before they landed on one which really caught her attention.
This time Ginny did not hesitate before turning the page, unconsciously rubbing her thighs together as she did so.
‘Your New Puppy’, she read. ‘A complete guide to training a lifelong companion’
She repeated the words mentally, and then mouthed them. A thrill of excitement ran rapidly through her body, and once again she rubbed her legs together.
She held herself back, deliberately stopping herself from reading anymore or looking at the pictures. Instead, she studied the page carefully, noting the way that it seemed to be even more worn and well read than the rest of the magazine. From the corner of her eye, she spied tempting glimpses of illustrations that made her heart beat quicker. She felt a further tingle of excitement when she spotted a small stain marring the corner of the page. It could have been anything, but Ginny’s active imagination chose to have it be dried cum and she was immediately able to picture Hagrid spilling himself while studying the pictures.
‘Choosing Your Pet,’ she read, skimming over the article. ‘As most readers will know, a dog can be a man’s best friend. But selecting the right dog or bitch is full of pitfalls. We will start this article by offering some advice on how to ensure you pick the right puppy for you!’
She read on greedily. There was advice on whether to pick a ‘dog’ or a ‘bitch’, on ensuring obedience, and even on toilet training. The last made her blush furiously as an unbidden series of images came rushing to the fore of her mind. There was no denying that her interest was peaked now.
The pictures only made it worse. The first was of a man, a canine mask covering his face as he pretended to growl at the photographer. He was even wearing a muzzle. The second was of a slight young woman with wild curling hair that was so blonde it was almost white. The tiny furry tank top she was wearing was designed to resemble her hair and obviously intended to make her look like a poodle. She was, however, completely naked otherwise, and Ginny was clearly able to see that even her pussy was entirely bare.
It was the picture on the next page that really made Ginny’s heart pound, however.
A slender woman sat back on her heels, a somewhat aristocratic expression on her features as she peered down the lens. She should have looked ridiculous sporting such an expression – she was, after all, dressed up as a dog. There was something about her, however, which made Ginny lick her lips in anticipation and finally give in to the urge to snake a hand down between her legs. The woman was gorgeous and it could hardly escape Ginny’s attention that she was a redhead. Her hair fell in waves around her face, slipping down over her shoulders to spread out over small perky tits. It managed to half hide the thick heavy looking collar that was fastened tightly around the woman’s neck but nothing could hide the long leash that dangled between her breasts.
Ginny pressed the flat of her palm firmly against her knickers – utterly unsurprised to find that they were damp. Still staring at the wonderful image, watching avidly as the ‘puppy’ began to stir and stretch, she quickly slipped a finger past the cotton barrier and easily into her cunt. The tremble that ran through her body in response was immediate and violent.
Merlin! She was practically dripping wet! Even as she worked a finger into her tight channel, she felt another surge of moisture arrive to ease its passage. Quickly, she added another digit and then another until she felt deliciously stretched.
It was all too easy to imagine her own features replacing that of the woman in the picture. Indeed, Ginny did so before she fully realised what she was doing. Thrusting her fingers deep into herself, and spread her knees as far as they would go. In her head, puppy-Ginny was furiously wagging her tail. She was whining for attention and barking and then being disciplined for being naughty. She was wriggling her hindquarters seductively and presenting them. She was being mounted and fucked like a bitch.
Ginny cried out as she came. She bit down hard on her lip to stem the sound, tasting blood as she did so. Still she continued to pump her fingers in and out of her cunt. The convulsions of her body made the juices springing from her body spurt so that soon her entire hand was covered in them. Even then her pussy continued to quake. Suddenly exhausted, she collapsed back against her pillows and tried to catch her breath, the open magazine clutched to her heaving chest.
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NB: -Sigh-
I really wish that this site had a method of replying to reviews.
I'm not going to spend ages writing replies to reviews and posting them at the end of each part because I know, as a reader, how irritating it can. If someone asks me a question, however, I will try to reply. Know that all reviews are appreciated though - sometimes they're all that keeps me going!
_____Zerim868...
Once again, real life got in the way of writing. Then, when I did get chance to write, I found myself starting something and either getting distracted or running out of inspiration. I've had two goods ideas over the last couple of weeks though so hopefully the dry spell is over. As to "Pasiphae", I've started writing a sequel to it four times and I've ended up getting nowhere each time. I'm still hoping though, because I have a pretty clear idea where I want it to go. Thanks for the review. :)
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It was not until much later that night, when Ginny was already tucked in bed that she remembered the stolen literature that was hidden away in her satchel. She had retired early, all too aware that her fellow seventh year Gryffindor girls were uncomfortable with her presence. In previous years, Ginny would have been sat with Harry, Hermione and Ron, and as a consequence it was proving difficult to insinuate herself into a new group.
Once in bed, she had drawn the curtains and laid there for several hours trying not to think about Harry and Cho and what they might be up to together in London. That had led to thoughts of her conversation with Hagrid and the kind way he had treated her, which had led to entirely inappropriate but oddly distracting memories of Fang’s swollen erection as he had attempted to get to her, and finally to the magazine that she had stolen from the under the dog’s bed.
For several minutes, Ginny simply continued to lie there, listening to the sounds of one of her roommates snoring. Then her curiosity managed to get the better of her and she carefully climbed out from under the heavy bed sheets in order to crawl to the end of her bed. Once there, she stuck her head between the gap in her curtains, and after pausing a moment to determine that no one else was awake, bent over the trunk at the end of her bed to retrieve her satchel.
Shuffling backwards, Ginny lit the tip of her wand and then peered inside her bag. Shaking slightly, she plucked the magazine out. Then, while refusing to look at the cover, she settled back underneath the sheets and sucked in a deep breath.
Her heart was pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation. She felt certain that one of her roommate would appear at any second to stick their head through the curtains and find her with the magazine – the explicit magazine. And there was no doubt that it was explicit – the picture on the cover was proof enough of that.
Biting her lip, she gave in to her curiosity and looked down at the cover. “Magical Menagerie,” she mouthed and almost immediately a flush flooded across her features. It hadn’t changed – not that she had expected it to. It still showed a picture of a half naked woman trussed up in what was undoubtedly a harness of some description. In fact the more that Ginny looked at it, the more she realised that the getup closely resembled that which Hagrid put on the Thestrals each time they were pressed into service for the school.
She breathed deeply, her eyes picking over the woman. She was remarkably beautiful, and in many ways reminded Ginny of Hermione. The model had the same long tanned limbs and glossy dark hair. Indeed she even possessed familiar warm brown eyes. Her chest was fuller, straining against the leather straps that she wore, but the resemblance was still obvious, and Ginny could not help but wonder whether it had occurred to Hagrid as well.
It was clearly a magical publication. As Ginny studied her, the woman tossed her hair which had been styled into some sort of mane and turned around to display her rump. There could be no doubt now as to what the woman was meant to resemble; she was a stylised pony – right down to the flowing tail that was strapped to her backside. At least, Ginny thought as she peered closer, she thought it was strapped to her backside. There was no way… Well no one would… She blushed furiously as she realised that the base of the tail did indeed appear to be stuck up the woman’s back passage.
She looked away quickly, confused by how her body reacted to the picture. Her breathing was shallow, and the ruddiness that had stained her cheeks previously was also making its way down her neck and onto her chest. Self-consciously, she brought a hand up to hug herself and realised with some uneasiness that her breasts were tingling as if she was on the edge of arousal. She brought her knees up towards her chest and sucked in a deep breath as she low in her body clenched.
It was as if some invisible string was attached to her head. Despite the way that her cheeks were burning, Ginny found her eyes being drawn back to the magazine. The woman – the pony - was stamping her foot now, pawing at the ground. Underneath her, in swirling writing, there was the caption: ‘Training Your Mount: all the latest new techniques from the world’s premiere ponygirl show’.
She turned the page, leaving the agitated ponygirl trotting around the front cover. On the reverse there was an advertisement for some other publications by the same company. Ginny scanned the titles and gawped at them opened mouthed. Never could she have imagined that there was such a wide range of specialist publications available for what the advertiser termed ‘the discerning wizard or witch’.
Next she turned her interest to the contents page. Some of her embarrassment was passing now, though she still could not completely suppress the anxious worry that one of her roommates would interrupt her reading. The range of articles was just as astounding as the advertisement had been. There were not only articles from the ‘ponygirl show’ that had been mentioned on the cover, but others on a variety of animals. Ginny’s eyes skimmed over the words unicorn, piglet, phoenix, and house-elf before they landed on one which really caught her attention.
This time Ginny did not hesitate before turning the page, unconsciously rubbing her thighs together as she did so.
‘Your New Puppy’, she read. ‘A complete guide to training a lifelong companion’
She repeated the words mentally, and then mouthed them. A thrill of excitement ran rapidly through her body, and once again she rubbed her legs together.
She held herself back, deliberately stopping herself from reading anymore or looking at the pictures. Instead, she studied the page carefully, noting the way that it seemed to be even more worn and well read than the rest of the magazine. From the corner of her eye, she spied tempting glimpses of illustrations that made her heart beat quicker. She felt a further tingle of excitement when she spotted a small stain marring the corner of the page. It could have been anything, but Ginny’s active imagination chose to have it be dried cum and she was immediately able to picture Hagrid spilling himself while studying the pictures.
‘Choosing Your Pet,’ she read, skimming over the article. ‘As most readers will know, a dog can be a man’s best friend. But selecting the right dog or bitch is full of pitfalls. We will start this article by offering some advice on how to ensure you pick the right puppy for you!’
She read on greedily. There was advice on whether to pick a ‘dog’ or a ‘bitch’, on ensuring obedience, and even on toilet training. The last made her blush furiously as an unbidden series of images came rushing to the fore of her mind. There was no denying that her interest was peaked now.
The pictures only made it worse. The first was of a man, a canine mask covering his face as he pretended to growl at the photographer. He was even wearing a muzzle. The second was of a slight young woman with wild curling hair that was so blonde it was almost white. The tiny furry tank top she was wearing was designed to resemble her hair and obviously intended to make her look like a poodle. She was, however, completely naked otherwise, and Ginny was clearly able to see that even her pussy was entirely bare.
It was the picture on the next page that really made Ginny’s heart pound, however.
A slender woman sat back on her heels, a somewhat aristocratic expression on her features as she peered down the lens. She should have looked ridiculous sporting such an expression – she was, after all, dressed up as a dog. There was something about her, however, which made Ginny lick her lips in anticipation and finally give in to the urge to snake a hand down between her legs. The woman was gorgeous and it could hardly escape Ginny’s attention that she was a redhead. Her hair fell in waves around her face, slipping down over her shoulders to spread out over small perky tits. It managed to half hide the thick heavy looking collar that was fastened tightly around the woman’s neck but nothing could hide the long leash that dangled between her breasts.
Ginny pressed the flat of her palm firmly against her knickers – utterly unsurprised to find that they were damp. Still staring at the wonderful image, watching avidly as the ‘puppy’ began to stir and stretch, she quickly slipped a finger past the cotton barrier and easily into her cunt. The tremble that ran through her body in response was immediate and violent.
Merlin! She was practically dripping wet! Even as she worked a finger into her tight channel, she felt another surge of moisture arrive to ease its passage. Quickly, she added another digit and then another until she felt deliciously stretched.
It was all too easy to imagine her own features replacing that of the woman in the picture. Indeed, Ginny did so before she fully realised what she was doing. Thrusting her fingers deep into herself, and spread her knees as far as they would go. In her head, puppy-Ginny was furiously wagging her tail. She was whining for attention and barking and then being disciplined for being naughty. She was wriggling her hindquarters seductively and presenting them. She was being mounted and fucked like a bitch.
Ginny cried out as she came. She bit down hard on her lip to stem the sound, tasting blood as she did so. Still she continued to pump her fingers in and out of her cunt. The convulsions of her body made the juices springing from her body spurt so that soon her entire hand was covered in them. Even then her pussy continued to quake. Suddenly exhausted, she collapsed back against her pillows and tried to catch her breath, the open magazine clutched to her heaving chest.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
NB: -Sigh-
I really wish that this site had a method of replying to reviews.
I'm not going to spend ages writing replies to reviews and posting them at the end of each part because I know, as a reader, how irritating it can. If someone asks me a question, however, I will try to reply. Know that all reviews are appreciated though - sometimes they're all that keeps me going!
_____Zerim868...
Once again, real life got in the way of writing. Then, when I did get chance to write, I found myself starting something and either getting distracted or running out of inspiration. I've had two goods ideas over the last couple of weeks though so hopefully the dry spell is over. As to "Pasiphae", I've started writing a sequel to it four times and I've ended up getting nowhere each time. I'm still hoping though, because I have a pretty clear idea where I want it to go. Thanks for the review. :)