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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Harry Potter's Magic Wand (b/beast, fantasy) By Jason Carter (cyclone.69@excite.com) *** Quick plot summary: Harry Potter buys a snake from the pet store in hopes of liberating him. Marty, the snake, finds a way to repay him. Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns one of these characters; please don't sue me, as I make no money off of this. And please don't read if you have issues with young men being sexual, or if you have some revulsion to snakes, unless, of course, you get off on that. Archival on Nifty or assgm.com, I'd be honored: others please email and ask (so I can check out your site! :-) Enjoy! --jc "Hey, look!" someone hissed. "Its Harry Potter!" Marty turned his head from the feeding dish. So that's what the boy looks like, he thought. Not bad, for a human. "I don't think he's your type," Jed laughed from the next tank over. "Shh!" Samantha hissed from above. "He's a parsel- tongue!" "You think I care if he hears me?" Jed responded. "Hey, yoo-hoo, pretty boy!" "Cut it out," Samantha hissed, her long, green body uncoiling in agitation. "Show some respect! You know where wed be without this boy?" "Voldemorts got plenty of respect for us snakes," Jed retorted. "You think all these Muggle-lovers are gonna do anything for us? They just sit idly by while we get bought and sold like so much canned rat. Has it ever occurred to you that some of us might like something more for our lives than to be an exotic and,"--he pointed to Samantha's price sticker with a flick of his tail-- "overpriced pet? Humans don't even know how to treat us properly, and then they get upset when we eat their gerbil or something." Marty let the chatter go by without paying attention to it. Instead, he watched as the famous young wizard entered the pet shop. The brown-haired scamp was pretty scrawny, but he was just starting to shape into something of a man, and an athlete at that. Marty shuddered as he thought about what muscles flying through the air gripping a broomstick between your legs built, but pushed the thought from his mind. He might have some fun with it later as he rolled over the sand in his tank, but for now it was much more interesting to watch the kid. Harry entered the pet shop hesitantly, shushing the silver owl on his shoulder as she started to squawk at the animal smells. "Excuse me!" a shrill voice said. A woman in green suspenders rushed up to him. "You can't bring that bird in here." "She wont hurt anything," Harry tried to argue, but it was no use. He opened the pet shop door and shooed Hedgwig out into the open, telling her to meet him later. "May I help you?" the still-annoyed proprietress asked. "Yes," Harry said, slightly timid. "I'd like to see the snakes." The woman led Harry to the back of the pet shop near the snake cages. "He's coming this way!" Harry heard someone shout. He stood by the wall of glass cages, eyes darting from one snake to the next. He stayed on a beautiful green boa, but he winced when he saw the price tag. Getting the amount of money he'd had converted into Muggle money had been expensive and troublesome; Hagrid had helped him but wouldn't have understood what it was for. Ever since Harry had accidentally freed the snake at the zoo, he's been really uncomfortable with the idea of all these beautiful creatures in cages, for sale. But what could he do? He wasn't allowed to use magic on break, but he could use his money and be of use to somebody. But they were all so expensive "Oh, don't worry about me, love," Samantha told him. "They way they've got me priced, whoever buys me'll love me for the rest of my life." As the snakes realized what he was doing, cries of, "Pick me! Pick me!" filled Harry's ears. Some of the snakes looked hungry, others bored. A couple didn't seem quite well. But Harry finally decided on a small brown snake with golden speckles. Once they were outside and Hedgewig had returned, Harry introduced himself. "I'm Marty," said the snake. "What kind of accent is that?" Harry asked. "I'm an American," Marty said. "From New York." "You don't sound like the New Yorkers I've seen on TV," Harry said. "You expect the accents in parsel tongue to sound like the accents in English?" "Um, no." "Well, then." "Yeah." Harry stopped by a small park on his way back to his aunt and uncles house. "Well, here you go." "What?" "You're free. That's why I bought you." "You're just dumping me off here? Getting rid of me?" "Don't you want your own life?" Harry asked. "Id hate to be cooped up in a cage all the time." "Yeah, don't get me wrong, so would I, but I'm a long way from home. You're a wizard, right? Couldn't you get me back to the States somehow?" Marty made a noise he hoped Harry would interpret as shivering. "Come on, its cold out. If you hadn't bought me Id still be back in my nice warm tank in the pet shop." Please, God, don't let him take me back there, Marty thought. "I'm sorry," Harry said. "But I can't keep you for long my aunt would have a fit, and I cant take you to school; were only allowed one pet each, and I already have Hedgewig." Harry turned thoughtful. "But I can take you home for a while, and then maybe Hagrid can take care of you, or one of my friend Ron's brothers could find a way to get you back home." Marty curled up in the pocket of Harry's jacket. "Thanks," he whistled. Marty spent a few hours exploring Harry's room at the Dursleys. Harry didn't see him before he went to bed, so he went to bed, thinking Marty'd probably be okay on his own. Before he went to sleep, Harry lay in bed. He rolled over onto his back and ran his hand down his chest and to his crotch, running his fingers over his new pubic hair and rolling his balls around as they relaxed under the warm blankets. He sighed softly, his eyelids drooping as he gently manipulated his soft flesh. By this time his penis had stiffened significantly, and Harry lost himself as he played his fingers over it. "I can help you with that," a voice said. Harry jumped, flinging his hands away from his crotch. "Yeesh!" Marty shouted, trying to avoid being flung across the room. "Relax, Harry!" "You could have warned me you were here," he said, pinkening in the dark. "Sorry," Marty said. "Its nothing to be embarrassed about, though. Guys do it all the time." "Even snakes?" "Especially snakes!" Marty said. "Ever read Freud?" "Um, no," Harry answered. His education had been purely in magic for the last three years. "He was a human psychologist. Started the stuff, actually. Anyway, he wrote that whenever you dream about a snake, it's really about a cock." "Oh," Harry said, getting a little more embarrassed at Marty's choice of words. "Its okay, really," Marty said. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. Even snakes have cocks, though they're kind of hard for humans to see. And like I said before, I can help you. Game?" Before Harry could answer, Marty was under the blankets and had wrapped himself around the base of Harry's cock. Harry moaned as Marty squeezed him. "You like it?" Marty asked. "Yeah," Harry said, his breath heavy. "Thought so," Marty chuckled. He stretched out a little, wrapping his body first around both Harry's cock and halls, then used his coils to gently stretch Harry's scrotum a little. He juggled Harry's eggs, the wrapped up around the boys cock again, throbbing and getting one hell of a kick out of the little gasps Harry was making. He wrapped himself around Harry's penis, slowly coiling and uncoiling, letting his rough skin tease Harry's sensitive parts. Then he slowed down, extending a little so that, while still gripping the base and halfway up Harry's cock, Marty stood with his head even with Harry's glans. He squeezed again, flicking his tongue at the spot just below Harry's dickhead on the bottom side. Marty grinned each time he felt Harry tense up. He flicked his tongue all over Harry's glans, letting Harry get used to it. Marty stuck his tongue in Harry's piss slit and wiggled it around as far down Harry's urethra as it would go. Harry had to put the sleeve of his pajamas in his mouth to keep himself from shouting. He'd never felt anything this intense in his life! Marty drove his tongue down, and Harry moaned again. "I think I'm going to cum!" he whispered. But Marty had other plans. He squeezed Harry's cock, tightly, about three-quarters of the way up from the bottom, and at the same time let himself wrap a little uncomfortably around Harry's scrotum. He pulled his tongue out from Harry's piss slit and spent more time rolling Harry's balls around, using the thinner part of his body near his tail to separate them from each other. Marty flicked his tongue over Harry's balls as he held each one secure, making Harry writhe with sensation. Then, just as if he were eating an egg, he let Harry's larger left ball go and swallowed it, quickly following it with Harry's right. As he rolled Harry's testicles around in his throat, Marty rasped his scales against the underside of Harry's cock. He could feel that Harry was starting to drip pre-cum and was almost ready to come again. He gently spit out Harry's balls, squeezing them securely with his midsection. He wound himself up around Harry's cock again, squeezing it as he coiled up, reaching down into Harry's urethra again, almost drunk on the smells of the boys crotch. Marty flicked his tail around Harry's dick head briefly, gathering what precum still dripped there, then took to gently flicking Harry's balls, covering his tail in his own saliva. Keeping his rhythm of coiling and uncoiling over Harry's cock and keeping Harry off-balance with his tongue in and out of Harry's urethra, Marty slipped his tail down past Harry's balls and lazily flicked at the entrance to Harry's hole. Squeezing the boy's cock as tightly as he could, Marty pushed his tail inside Harry's asshole, spinning it around the entire rim. He ripped his tongue from Harry's urethra and jabbed his tail at Harry's prostate, squeezing the cock again as Harry exploded. The young wizards cum spread across his groin and got Marty pretty wet. Another satisfied customer, Marty thought, rhythmically expanding and contracting to gently milk Harry dry, rubbing himself off on Harry's inner thigh muscles as he did so. The young wizards chest was still heaving as Marty gently unwound himself and worked his way up. Harry pulled a hand over to stroke Marty as he lay on his chest, and the two fell asleep. END Comments can be sent to Jason Carter at: cyclone.69@excite.com. 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