Plants, Palliatives, and Potions

Author\'s Note: The first name of one of the threesome I got off of a Harry Potter trading card, so is not strictly canon, but as close to it as I could get.

This idea came to me whilst coming home from having done laundry one night. I just had to pen it. It pre-supposes a long-established threesome relationship. I dedicate it to my beloved, equally Snape-obsessed sweetheart... just because.

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DISCLAIMER: The characters are JK Rowlings. The situations they\'re in are the author\'s. Not meant to infringe on any legal holders of Harry Potter copyright.

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Severus Snape trudged toward his rooms, his normal distance-eating stride slowed by fatigue. It had been a long day and it was very late or very early depending on who you asked. Fortunately, the next day was Saturday so he\'d be able to sleep late.

As he entered the quarters he could smell the enticing scent of mint tea. It would be made, he knew, from the freshest spearmint leaves in the Hogwart\'s greenhouses. He smiled as he stepped up to the big, old, scarred, but sturdy wood table that served as an entry way catch-all where the large mug sat, steam rising from it.

He sipped and could feel the warmth filling him, the familiar flavour soothing him, the stresses of the day slipping away as it settled in his belly.

A covered tray sat next to the tea and he uncovered it to find a hot plate of Welsh rarebit, toast squares arranged artfully in a quadrangle sticking out of the cheesy mixture. He smiled now, appreciatively, and rapidly ate rarebit, sipping at his tea and nodding.

He was so blessed. After such a long day, many had to go home to cold, dark, dreary, flats. He had the caring, attentive and devoted attentions of--

\"Severus. Are you all right? I left you some tea, Poppy left a bit of rarebit for you with a warming spell over both.\"

\"They were much appreciated, my dear.\"

He stepped over, bent to kiss a warm sun-tanned cheek even as warm, work-roughened hands began to remove his outer cloak. A nightgowned Poppy stepped out of their shared bedroom to begin taking off his waistcoat in a brisk, efficient way, foregoing a welcoming kiss. She had lots of experience, he knew, with removing patients\' clothing, but the way her hands spread and lingered along his torso was not something she did with any of her patients. That was strictly for him.

\"How was your day?\" he inquired.

\"Better than yours, I heard.\"

Sprout piped in, \"Minerva told us you got summoned.\"

Snape nodded, sighing and his eyes closed. \"I\'d rather not discuss it, but yes.\"

\"Then we won\'t.\" Pomfrey said decidedly, suddenly bending to remove his trousers.

He allowed it, stepping out of them as Sprout took his hand and began to lead him to their bedroom, Poppy following.

Once he might have felt odd walking in only his undergarments, but things change in life, Severus reflected. Things change a great deal, indeed, he thought as the two women gently sat him down on the large bed, urged him to lay back and removed his underdrawers in tandem. They soon were all stripped bare, Snape taking in their two very different yet womanly bodies and appreciating the differences.

Sprout was short, stout, but sturdy, tanned from the sun, breasts and hips ample and inviting. Pomfrey was taller, slimmer, wiry, and pale, with small breasts, slender hips, her long limbs graceful and elegant.

Poppy cast a surface cleaning spell over all of them as Pomona reached for a bottle by the bed. She poured a liberal amount of the powerfully, but not unpleasantly scented lotion into one hand and handed the bottle to Pomfrey. Sprout spread the goop on both palms and rubbed them together, warming the lotion before slowly beginning to rub it into Snape\'s long legs, starting at his calves. Poppy soon joined her and Severus lay back, staring at the paneled ceiling, relaxing into their loving care as they massaged him from ankle to hip before urging him to turn.

The massage continued up his back and he allowed a groan to escape him as firm fingers pressed into sore, aching muscles. It hurt, but felt so good. Soon a tingling, warming feeling began to spread up along his body.

\"One of yours, Poppy?\" he asked quietly.

\"Crushed mint, camphor, cajuput, horseradish, and eucalyptus, powdered cinnamon, shark fin, and cuttlefish bone all simmered with your own all-purpose balm base, spelled for deep penetration into the muscles, then sieved and bottled,\" she recited. Then she looked across Severus\'s back to Sprout. \"All the herbs from Pomona, of course.\"

\"Only the best and freshly picked,\" Pomona agreed, smiling broadly. \"Except for the dry cinnamon, shark fin, and cuttlebone which came from your stores, Severus.\" She reached for her wand then and Pomfrey held out her hands. Sprout quickly spelled their hands clean.

Both women turned the relaxed man and found that not all of him was relaxed, his long cock rigid against his flat stomach. Sprout bent down to kiss him as Pomfrey dimmed the lights and stretched along his side, rubbing her hands along his lean torso. Soon Snape pulled the rubenesque witch down to him and she settled on his other side, her free hand trailing along the hair from his chest, down his belly to his groin.

Their hands met at his genitals, with Pomfrey gently encircling his engorged cock and Sprout hefting and gently rubbing his scrotum. Snape groaned in appreciation against Sprout\'s questing mouth and reached his hands to fondle Pomfrey\'s small, but firm breasts.

When he began to try sliding over onto Pomona, both women paused and shook their heads.

\"No, Severus,\" Poppy whispered. \"Tonight, let us do the work.\"

Pomona kissed along his jaw. \"Yes, Severus. Tonight, let us do the work.\"

He considered this, but before he could argue or agree, they had gentled him back down and Pomfrey suddenly had a bottle in her hand. He frowned slightly.

\"Isn\'t that-?\"

\"The new lubricating potion you came up with. Yes, I do believe it is,\" she smiled knowingly, a slight gleam in her eyes as she glanced at Sprout who smirked.

\"And this--\" Pomona said brightly, flourishing her wand, \"is a new spell I learned.\"

She flicked the wand at her thick salt\'n\'pepper thatch and declared, \"Pene Tempore!\"

To Snape\'s astonishment, a thick, sturdy-looking cock began to emerge from the wiry curls at Sprout\'s groin. It was erect, the slitless head barely covered with a foreskin. Not long, but it was powerful looking, a chub of firm, heated tissue. Despite the oddness of the situation, he found himself more than intrigued at the possibilities presented.

Both women smiled at his look. He looked at them questioningly.

\"It\'s a spell that temporarily changes a woman\'s clitoris into a functional penis,\" Pomona explained, taking her firm cock in hand and gently stroking and closing her eyes as an appreciative hiss escaped her.

\"Since the clitoris has no opening, the created penis doesn\'t either,\" Poppy added in a clinical tone. She looked at Sprout\'s erection with interest. \"It has the added benefit of being like the clitoris, in that it is capable of multiple orgasm. Pomona has... been experimenting.\"

\"Indeed!\" Pomona said with great enthusiasm, adding, \"and it\'s only temporary. So let\'s not waste it!\"

He held back though and eyed them both. \"I\'ve no intention of appearing reticent, but... why?\"

Pomfrey smiled as Sprout gently patted his shoulder. \"Severus... we\'ve known you a long time. We both know you appreciate receiving as well as giving, shall we say.\"

\"We thought you might appreciate a... change of pace from our usual,\" added Sprout.

He could feel himself blush a little, but could not argue. \"Well... this is certainly novel. I\'ve no objection.\"

\"Good,\" Pomona said briskly. \"Then it is the perfect time to try out your new lubricating potion.\"

Poppy poured a liberal amount into her palm and handed the bottle to Pomona. Then she turned and urged Severus to bend his knees and hike up a little.

Soon he could feel firm, slick and gentle fingers spreading his ass cheeks, stroking slippery potion along his anus. He looked over to see Pomona stroking her potion-slick fingers along her cock. He reached over to finger her foreskin, sliding it over the tip and she shuddered.

Pomfrey began to carefully breach his tight sphincter as he reached over to toy with Sprout\'s potion-slick cock, intrigued. To his surprise, Sprout soon cried out and climaxed, her newfound cock jerking under his fingers to his delight. She was the most responsive of the two women in bed, he knew. It apparently carried over when it came to her having a cock.

Then a new sensation hit him as Poppy found and stroked along his prostate and he forgot other considerations. A gasp escaped him, then a moan and he pushed his hips back into the bed and jerked up into her fingers not with pain but with intense pleasure.

\"D-don\'t... stop,\" he managed to gasp out even as Pomfrey slid her efficient fingers in and out in a beckoning gesture, the tips of her fore and middle fingers brushing the tender pad of his prostate each time.

She looked over to Sprout who was recovering from her powerful orgasm, her cock still engorged but not quite as firm as it had been. She nodded, indicating she\'d be ready again soon and Poppy slowed her ministrations, making Snape groan and move his hips urgently. Pomona leaned over and stilled them.

\"Oh, no you don\'t, Severus. Save that for me, there\'s a good boy.\"

He looked over to her, a pleading look in his eyes, and Pomfrey slipped her fingers out of him. He tried to thrust his aching cock up but was held down as Poppy moved along the bed until she knelt by his shoulders. The two women shared a brief look then she threw a long slender leg over Severus shoulder\'s and straddled him.

He looked up to find Poppy Pomfrey\'s thick brown thatch slightly parted before him and an inviting musky aroma seeming to surround him. He reached up to part her moist pink lips and he could see her clitoris, swollen like a small juicy red grape. Before he could bring her closer, Poppy began to settle herself down. Soon his long tongue was sampling her tangy juices as she stifled a groan of appreciation and closed her eyes. She was much more reserved in bed than Sprout, but he could tell by her physical response what she found satisfying.

Meanwhile, Pomona was debating the best way to go about her task. She was lubricated, he was lubricated, now she needed to hoist his hips slightly and slip inside.

She lifted his pliant legs and slid his knees over her powerful thighs. Carefully, she hoisted him up slightly and manoeuvred herself closer still. A gasp from the head of the bed told her Poppy was in position.

Based on the slight rocking motion and tiny shudders wracking Pomfrey, she knew her bedpartner was well on her way to a profound climax.

With care, she reached down now and stroked her once more rampant erection, trying to control the shudders that ran through her. No wonder men were so responsive! She\'d experimented a handful of times with the spell and each time had been astounded anew at how sensitive and hungry for climax her clit/cock was. All she wanted to do when she had a cock was play with it until she came! If she did nothing else for the duration of the spell, she could come about four times she\'d learned. The one time she\'d tried the spell and forced herself not to touch herself had been damned distracting and she\'d been out of sorts for the rest of the day, until she\'d gone to her quarters that night, bespelled herself and wanked it silly. That night, she\'d come six times and passed out.

Well, that certainly explained the older male students\' behaviour in class sometimes, she reflected briefly before returning to the task at hand. She\'d never tried to enter anyone\'s body before, not in this way. Truthfully, it excited her greatly, her newfound cock throbbing in anticipation. She hoped the spell would last long enough; her cock would revert to clit after about 20 or 30 minutes.

She shifted and leveled the swollen tip of her cock to match his tight opening. It was slick with lubrication and it felt wonderful as she slid her cockhead along it. It must have felt good to Severus, too, because he arched slightly.

Nudging forward she guided her erection into his entry, astounded at the heat and tightness that pressed along her tip, but Severus didn\'t seem distressed. She pressed forward more and gasped as she could feel her foreskin peeling back from the head of her cock as she slid in, causing the sensitive flesh to press against the snug confines of Snape\'s ass.

It was so astoundingly pleasurable that before she knew it, she had her entire erection inside him and was rocking gently enjoying the intense sensations as her cock slid back and forth in the tight, slippery grip of his anus.

A stifled moan made her look up to see Poppy rocking, too, up and down along Severus mouth and chin, his tongue striving to reach as much of her quivering flesh as he could, their hands locked together in a tight grip as she used his upstretched hands to help her keep her balance. The sight was arousing, a beautiful tableau.

Pomona looked down to see Severus\' still engorged cock straining on his belly and she reached lube-slicked hands down to take it in her warm grasp.

He began to buck, even as Poppy moaned and she gasped, all three working towards a powerful climax.

When it came, it was nearly simultaneous, with Pomfrey letting out a hoarse cry of passion, Snape\'s cock jerking in Pomona\'s grip a second later, then spurting out bursts of thick, white semen onto his flat belly. The sight of them both in the throes of ecstacy finished Sprout who still held Snape\'s cock and a thigh and ground her spasming cock deep inside his ass.

Pomfrey slid down and off of Severus. As soon as she could move again after her series of powerful shudders, Sprout sat back, not surprised to see her once heavy penis was receding, changing back into her sturdy button of a clitoris, hidden in her hairy cleft.

The two women found their wands and spelled themselves clean, then Poppy cleaned the still-gasping Severus and Pomona summoned a soft quilt to the bed with a flick of her wand. She fluffed it out and spread it over the entire bed, pulling it up to cover them and lay back.

Snape finally caught his breath, managed to rouse himself just enough to place his head on the sleepy Sprout\'s ample bosom and curl against her. She idly carressed his thigh as Poppy slid up to curl against his back.

\"Well,\" he managed to murmur as sleep began to pull him down into it\'s welcoming depths. \"I take it the new lube was a success.\"

Only snores answered him, but as he was already snoring, too, it didn\'t bother him.

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Completed: 22 May 2004.