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Archive name: hpotter1.txt (b/beast, fantasy, parody)
Authors name: Jason Carter (cyclone.69@excite.com)
Story title : Harry Potter's Magic Wand

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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. Thanks for reading. --jc

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