LITTLE MISS MARY, Part Thirty-Two

[guardians_song]

YOU again?!
Blame LiveJournal. It made me remember I had a Little Miss Mary tag. :D

Disclaimer: Nergal (both versions) and Ninis belong to Nintendo and Intelligent Systems. The fic belongs to Athea. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. Only the spork (and the other sporkers that drop in occasonally) belongs to me.

ONE FOR THE MONEY!
TWO FOR THE SHOW!
THREE TO GET READY!
AND HERE! WE! GO!

********* Severus *********

Harry's hips arched up to me
Nergal the Sane: ...I'd like to quit.
Nergal the Insane: We would all LIKE to quit.
while I tongued the little muscle into spasming open for me. He was such a natural in all his reactions to our lovemaking.
Ninis: As opposed to... what? "Faking it"?
His gasps and moans filled me with the need to make him purr for me.
Nergal the Sane: And now Snape's a furry?
Nergal the Insane: Pah. The man who married a dragon thinks he can preach?
Nergal the Sane: I - What? She takes human form!
Nergal the Insane: *snorts in disgust*
Sliding my lips up to his balls, I tongued them before heading up his cock. He looked so wanton with his legs splayed lewdly in front of me and those sexy sandals making his feet arch elegantly.
Ninis: How do... SANDALS... make feet "arch elegantly"?
Nergal the Insane: *checks* ...Apparently they ARE high-heeled sandals. ...*turbanpalm*

I rocked the plug past his muscles while I sucked his cock into my throat.
Nergal the Insane: - promptly tearing it off -
Nergal the Sane: *BRAIN BLEACH*
His shout made me smile around my mouthful. "Sev! Oh gods, oh gods, that feels so good. Bigger, Sev, make it bigger so I'm all stretched and ready for you."
Ninis:I have read... better... dirty talk... in the Anita Blake novels...
Anita Blake, the Tightness and Wetness between the Worlds: OF COURSE! I have the sexiest dirty talk in all the worlds! Now, come here, my prett- EEEEEW! FACIAL HAIR! And WRINKLES! Yuck! Go away, you dried-up cantaloupes! *flounces*
Nergal the Insane and Nergal the Sane: *look at each other* Were we just insulted?
Nergal the Sane: ...Well, should we MIND in this case?
Nergal the Insane: ...Absolutely not. She makes Sonia seem reasonable.

I had a little surprise for him and I tapped the end of the plug so it would widen inside of him. He shrieked when it began to vibrate.
Nergal the Sane: I would just like to note for all of those who have been hardened beyond sanity by this fic: we have gone from the boy doomed by prophecy to fight and die against a Dark Lord a thousand times more skilled than himself & the sarcastic, embittered, bullying Potions professor spying against that Dark Lord under constant threat of death... to vibrating buttplugs.
Nergal the Insane: Pardon me? In what universe is Voldemort even twice as skilled as a broken toaster?
Nergal the Sane: I meant in theory. This story's highest aim, in theory, is to eroticize an older man's fantasy of turning a traumatized adolescent boy into a mentally-deficient dubiously-pubescent little girl and write detailed slice-of-life pieces about said boy's vibrating buttplugs and high-heeled sandals.
-Yes? And your point, Captain Obvious?
Nergal the Sane: I'm trying to remind the readers how far we've fallen,
Nergal the Insane: Oh? And would you like to remind the readers that Twilight is misogynistic? That Fifty Shades of Grey romanticizes abuse? That, wherever she goes, Anita Blake leaves a trail of angsty, long-haired, over-sized penises in her wake?
Nergal the Sane: ...*sigh*
"Sev! How is it doing that?"

Letting go of the tasty cock in my mouth,
Ariana: What sauce did you use? :D
Nergal the Sane: ...o_o
Ariana: ...You've never eaten chicken? *scratches head* Don't they have chicken in your world?
Nergal the Sane: ...>_o
Guardian's Song: *curses* I forgot the obvious Venom Cock joke!
I grinned at him. "This is a new plug and it has a few extra added features. I'll let you discover them slowly.
Ninis: (Severus Snape) One of them is the "spork" setting. I've already used it on my doppelganger, and I am quite satisfied that it will dispose of you as well. *turns it on*
But right now, I need you inside of me.
Nergal the Sane: Well, that's a change.
Do you think you can walk down the steps to the basement? I love what those heels do to your hips."

He laughed and stretched all over, letting his legs drop to the bed. "I think I can but you'll have to help me up. I feel a little shivery and weak."

Rising to my feet, I took each hand stretched out to me and pulled him upright. He was biting his lip but the feelings of pleasure through our link told me he was all right. His first step was a bit awkward but then the plug settled down and his hips took up that swivel that drew my eyes to his long legs. He wouldn't grow much taller than he was right now. Years of malnutrition had seen to that but at almost 17, he was filling out nicely.
Nergal the Sane: Why do I have the feeling that the author likes it this way?
Nergal the Insane: Because, if she didn't, there would be no need for her to emphasize this.
Nergal the Sane: And I must ask: if the author insists on fetishizing each and every feminine characteristic that Harry might possibly have, why didn't she just write female!Harry and be done with it? Then he could come with breasts and a vulva, vagina, etc. rather than *grimaces* having to do all this nonsense with the buttplug and magical bra and whatnot.
Nergal the Insane: Why, then she couldn't write about his weeping cock. And we couldn't have icky het, now could we?
Nergal the Sane: *sigh* This may be the only time I'm going to say this sentence, but - would a magical-penis spell have been THAT inconvenient?
Elbe: *shows up* In the interests of full analysis, since Guardian's Song is somewhat better-educated than when she began this sporking years ago -

Let us note that OOC!Harry's stereotypical femininity and desire to take on a more stereotypically-feminized persona is NOT the main issue with this fic. Also note that this fic also stresses a fifteen-year-old Harry, fresh from the slaughter of his only living relatives (and possibly fresh from the beginnings of sexual abuse from Vernon and Dudley), LARPing being Snape's twelve-year-old niece - to the point where names and pronouns change in the creepier sections. And Harry doesn't necessarily sound twelve while in the "Mary" persona - more like eight or nine. And his "femininity" is entwined with this childlike, submissive persona which exists solely to cater to the fetishes of the "masculine" authority figure who kept Harry isolated from his friends and surrogate family for several months, as I recall, while he conditioned Harry with sex and praise in exchange for sex. 

If this fic was focused much, MUCH less on ANYTHING having to do with child grooming and satisfying Snape's fetishes, I suppose you could make a mtf!Harry narrative with later Harry/Snape out of the basic structure. But every single "feminine" attribute Harry develops is heavily sexualized, being viewed solely through the lens of 'how much it will make Uncle John's cock throb'. As such, rather than really letting Harry "be himself", this story turns Harry into nothing more than a passive sexual object existing solely to satisfy Snape's twisted lusts.

*climbs off of soapbox*

His arse was a thing of beauty and I loved nothing more than fondling it both clothed and unclothed. His sweet voice was still a bit alto and would probably stay that way also. He sounded more like Lily than James and that was fine with me.
Nergal the Sane: Of all the times for canon to make an appearance, this was NOT one of them!
Ninis: ...*makes the closest draconic approximation to a D: face*
Nergal the Insane: And when does Harry start wearing the dark-red wigs?
Nergal the Sane: You are NOT helping.
Nergal the Insane: Help? Why, whatever gave you the idea that I wanted to help?
"Sev, are you coming?"

I blinked and realized he was standing in the doorway, hands on those slender hips and his cock standing straight out from his groin.
Nergal the Insane: As opposed to doing loop-de-loops?
"I certainly hope so, sweetheart."

He laughed and held out a hand to me. Crossing the room swiftly, I kissed him tenderly before bowing him out of our bedroom. Watching him sway down the hall and stairs, I felt my groin come to life again. Only Harry could get me so hard again so quickly.
Elbe: *irritably* Thank you for proving my point, fic.
I had missed him more than I had thought I would. For a solitary man who'd lived most of his life alone, I was now addicted to the sexiest man alive.
Ninis: Sexiest.. man? Is that why you... dress him up as... a little girl?

//Thank you, Sev// he smiled over his shoulder at me. //But you're the sexiest man alive.
Nergal the Sane: *groans* This is Breaking Dawn: Pedophilic Crossdressing Edition.
You're my very own Slytherin Sex God//
Nergal the Sane: Yes, author, please tell us more about your Alan Rickman fet- That's rhetorical! Please don't do so!

I chuckled and followed him down the steps to the altar where the wards welcomed him home with a burst of light and chimes.
Nergal the Insane: - and sparkles and unicorns, I presume. *scowls*
He threw open his arms and whirled around, returning their welcome with his own sweet self. I was such a lucky wizard, I thought fondly while watching his excitement. But then he spun himself into my arms and I kissed his laughing lips as if we hadn't touched in weeks.

The more of him I have, the more I want.
Ninis: We... noticed... around the point... you went from crossdressing him... to making him your sex slave.
I smoothed my fingers through his soft curls and wished he didn't have to cut it for school.
Nergal the Sane: Ah... because Dumbledore doesn't go about with long hair? And the author has no excuse on this point, because it was emphasized in Goblet of Fire that Ginny told her mother that she shouldn't look askance at Bill's ponytail because Dumbledore wore his hair long. So why does the author choose this as a point of conflict with school life? 
//Love your hair like this, sweetheart//

//Me too, Sev// He purred before pulling away with a glint in his eye. //The wards want you on the altar and spread out for me//

//Just the wards?// I teased him before leaning across the glowing altar and spreading my legs so he could come between them.

//Cool, the sandals put me at just the right height to come inside of you// His fingers slick with the lotion we kept by the altar slid inside of me and unerringly hit my gland. "Yes-s-s," I relaxed all over and started the slow burn that would eventually burn me down to the ground.
Thorn: *shows up, gas cans in hand* Well, it TOOK long enough for the pyrotechnics to start! Where do I pour these?

His fingers came out and his cock slid in just as tenderly as I usually took him. He might not be as large as me but his length was perfect
Nergal the Insane: - all two inches of it -
and his aim right on target.
Nergal the Sane: Well, we know his HIT is 100 - now what about his DMG and CRT?
His hands slid up my spine then grasped my shoulders so he could thrust even harder. I absolutely loved having him inside of me.

Our thoughts and feelings meshed along with our bodies. I'd missed him so much - it had been a physical ache no potion could dissolve.
Nergal the Insane: I assure you, enough acid will dissolve ANYTHING.
But that feeling was going away with each thrust. Pictures of his trip began to filter into our bond, much clearer and more detailed than our evening talks - a sunset, a fishing boat, a sea urchin seen up close below the waves. There were bits and pieces that bound us even closer together.
Guardian's Song: I repeat my Cori-Falls's-fics joke - if every time you do this binds you further together, how weak was your bond initially? 

I was still on a hair-trigger and all too soon, I sprayed the altar with my release. My climax drew out his and he slumped along my back with a contented sigh.
Nergal the Insane: So both of you are minutemen? How erotic.
Ninis: Nothing... could make... this fic... erotic.
Nergal the Insane: Yes, but evidently the author has given up any pretense otherwise. I presume the fic will last only -
Guardian's Song: One-and-two-thirds chapters longer, which is to say about sixteen more parts at the rate we're going? Why, yes, you'd be right.
Nergal the Insane: ...Are you CERTAIN it's impossible to murder a spork captain?
Guardian's Song: You can tr~y~❤
Nergal the Insane: *SEETHES*
"It's so good to be home, Severus. I love you."

"I love you too, sweet Harry." I flexed and he slipped from me with another sigh. But then I could turn to take him into my arms for a comforting kiss, the first of many he was due since he'd left me bereft. I really had missed him. His seed seeped out of me and onto the stone I was propped against while the wards brightened immeasurably.

They really did enjoy our lovemaking.
Nergal the Sane: And they're the ONLY ones who are doing so.
Perhaps Aphrodite still held sway over this spring, I thought lightheartedly. Harry giggled through the kiss when he caught my comment. //I like to think she's watching over us because we're her favorite lovers//
Guardian's Song: (Aphrodite) No, my son is in charge of utterly ridiculous and inappropriate loves. I have standards.

Switching to speech, I began to scatter kisses over his golden skin. "Did you feel any of the ley lines in Greece? Did they respond like ours do?"
Guardian's Song: (

aikaterini ) No, but they are filing sexual harassment suits.

 

He tilted his head so I could get his favorite hot spot below his ear. "They were really old and sleepy but they were kind of curious when I greeted them. In fact, when Sirius took us to the island of Crete, they flared up really bright and sang to me in a bay on the southern coast.
Guardian's Song:  (Harry-Sue) Oh, what a pretty song! Gee, I wonder what they're saying!
(Ley Lines) *in Greek* The minotaur's ghost is hungry!  Sacrifice the creepy idiot! Sacrifice the creepy idiot!
(Sirius) ...I'm thinking about it, I'm thinking about it....
I'd like to take you there and see what they do for both of us."

"Sounds good to me, sweetheart," I pulled back far enough to feast my eyes on him.
C!Syaoran: *puts on napkin and takes out silverware* Did you mention a feast?
"We'll go once it's safe. Until then, how about we clean up and eat before planning the rest of our summer?"

He nodded happily and we headed upstairs. I could hardly wait to begin our own travels.

***

It was a more dangerous summer than the one preceding. Death Eater attacks were more numerous and the muggles were putting it down to terrorism and taking precautions.
Nergal the Insane: Reason #981 why Muggles should rule the Harry Potter world, since the Wizarding idea of "taking precautions" is "LET'S HAVE A WEDDING!" Oh, and mustn't forget - "LET'S INVITE A WHOPPING CHUNK OF THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX AND DUMBLEDORE'S ARMY, INCLUDING THE ~CHOSEN ONE~ HIMSELF, TO THE WEDDING! :D"
We moved quietly among them, taking our own measures to ensure our safety. A couple of times we were able to thwart an attack and Harry discovered another talent to call his own.
Ninis: How many... powers... does he need?
Nergal the Sane: *pained sigh* Don't tempt the author...
He was really good at moving the earth out from under an attacker.
Nergal the Insane: (Harry-Sue) Nyah, nyah, nyah-nyah-nyah, Anita, I'm outdoing YOU at fucking my way into new power levels!
Anita Blake: *GLORP, GLORP* How DARE he! I shall take his pretty boy for my own! *glorps after Harry-Sue*
His command of that element was growing quickly and that was good.
Elbe: ...*in a daze* Why am I even ATTEMPTING to edit this fic?
Nergal the Insane: *irritably* Yes, yes, we all know lack of sanity is a consequence. Can we get on with it?
Water also responded to his call and he played for hours in the cool waters off the southern coast.
Nergal the Insane: - and then a kraken devoured him in one chomp, and all was right with the world.

For me, air and fire appeared to have adopted me as theirs.
Nergal the Insane: (Harry and Snape) BY OUR BUGGERY COMBINED, WE ARE CAPTAIN PLANET!
Once we got home to Hogwarts, we'd practice the elements until we could merge them into a working whole.
Nergal the Insane: Some of us would argue that Harry already has quite the working hole.
Nergal the Sane: *sputters and tries to club him to death with a Dark Magic tome*
Nergal the Insane: *blocks him with a quintessence-strengthened arm* Pathetic. The fic has driven you to even forget how to use magic?
Nergal the Sane: I don't WANT to try to use magic with these images in my head!
I had a feeling this new talent would prove necessary for the fight against Voldemort.
Nergal the Insane: ~*~*~*~*SUBTLE FORESHADOWING*~*~*~*~
...Pah, even sarcasm falls flat. This is less subtle foreshadowing than the average badfic prophecy. It is less subtle than the average video game designed for five-year-olds. It is less subtle than children's television shows!
Nergal the Sane: And what would you know about those?
Nergal the Insane: Nothing whatsoever. *switches browser tabs to a video site* *under breath* And what will we learn on this episode of the Magic School Bus?
And that could not happen soon enough for me. I was impatient for the future Harry had spun for us.
Ninis: And the deaths undoubtedly occurring matter nothing? The damage to property, public safety, and lives matters nothing? Only Harry and Snape's idyllic future?
*SNAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRL*

Still, we finished the lower half of England
Nergal the Insane: (Harry and Snape) You see, we were always inspired by Debbie Does Dallas, but we wanted to go further...
and stopped off for a few days in muggle London. Harry had never been there
Guardian's Song: Well, he did spend quite a bit of time in Diagon Alley... And we're expected to believe that he never went outside of the Wizarding area?
and I enjoyed showing him some of my favorite book stores and restaurants. However COMMA! we came very close to losing our anonymity when we almost ran into Hermione and her mother in Harrod's Department Store. Only Harry's quick thinking got us into a dressing room before she could do more than furrow her brow.
Nergal the Sane: (Hermione) Have I lost my bloody mind? Was that Snape hauling Harry around in a Lolita outfit?

A slight obfuscate-spell and within a few moments they were gone. We both breathed a sigh of relief and to celebrate, I bought my niece a skirt in tight black leather.
Elbe: Greetings, creepy persona change.
She wiggled into it and I zipped it up for her. A short white lace blouse that barely covered her midriff, exposing a little of that beautiful tan she'd gotten in Greece, with short sleeves completed her new outfit.
Elbe: Also, unless the short sleeves are actually covering Harry's midriff, that could have been phrased more clearly.

And, again, this is all intended to make HARRY look ~sexy~, and no, I will NOT refer to him as "Mary" or a "her". The fic makes it abundantly clear that the purpose of this identity is solely to give Snape an erection, and it is deeply disturbing. *departs*

She was indeed a little princess when we left with our shopping bags. To celebrate the final ward being added to our grid, we went out to dinner that night to a little club I knew in Soho. There'd be live singing at nine so we purposely made our reservations for later. While sharing the shower, I shaved Harry completely. He loved it when I did that because I always followed it with the application of a special lotion that becomes a scented powder.
Nergal the Sane: ...Then what's the point of the lotion?

We both enjoyed that and after I made sure a silencing spell totally encapsulated our suite, I beckoned him to bed. First I brushed his hair for a while, soothing him with long sweeps of the camelhair brush. Then with a couple of twists, he secured it to the top of his head with a quick binding spell. That left the nape of his beautiful neck free for my lips to kiss along his sensitive hair line.

He moaned happily and leaned back, trusting me to hold him upright. My hands stroked his chest, cupping his small, plump breasts and thumbing the nipples to hard peaks.
Guardian's Song: Not satisfied with attempting to ruin slash for the readers, the fic moves on to attempting to ruin het.

All in favor of jumping ship to femmeslash?
He arched into the touch. "Oh, Sev, more . . . I need more . . . it's been two days since you were inside of me. Take me now so I'm tender and full of your come when we go out to eat."

********* Harry *********

His hands pulled me closer than THEN rolled me onto my front before moving between my legs. "Up on all fours for me, sweetheart, I'm feeling rather needy, too. How I can go a day without your heat is beyond my imagining."

I giggled and rose up to all fours while he rimmed my hole and began moistening the clean skin there. His tongue always feels big at first but then it just feels good. Having no hair anywhere made every touch feel 'more', more hot, more scratchy, just more. I stretched like my kitten form would
Nergal the Sane: I tell you, he's becoming a furry.
and heard his chuckle.

"Sweet kitten, how like your namesake you are."
Nergal the Sane: They're both becoming furries.
Slick fingers slid through my entrance while his thumb rubbed behind my balls, making me shiver with need. "So hot inside, you should be the one who channels fire, little princess."

I laughed with him. "Oh no, Uncle John, you're the one who pours liquid fire into me every time you take me. Love it when your seed races through me, looking for my womb and the eggs hidden there."
Nergal the Sane: ...Can we go back to the furries?
Nergal the Insane: *to audience* Have you ever heard THAT sentence uttered?

His thumb folded in and made me ache with sudden need. I moaned and tried to spread my legs wider to draw him deeper. But he just chuckled and replaced his fingers with his warm cock. The first push in always reminded me of how big he is and how much I missed his bulk. He was everything I ever wanted and he was the one I dreamed about at night in my cold bed at Hogwarts.

But he was here now and balls deep inside of me while I panted beneath him. His dark fur tickled my back and legs with more warmth
Nergal the Sane: No, no, never mind. Can we just forget about the furries?
Nergal the Insane: *cackles* Too late now, fool!
until I was pierced and surrounded by him. "I love you, Sev, so very, very much."

"You're my sweet angel . . . my funny kittenSOME PUNCTUATION, PLEASE?!" each nickname came with another kiss down my spine and a thrust deeper inside of me. "My little princess . . .
Ninis: I thought... you said... "sexiest MAN alive"?
Nergal the Insane: By now, Harry is the sexiest man alive, a little princess, a kitten, Snape's niece, the Boy-Who-Lived, a hermaphrodite-to-be, and half of Captain Planet. And you expect the story to be consistent?
the keeper of my heart . . . and mind . . . and soul," his voice dropped to the purr I loved.
Nergal the Sane: *morosely* The furries are here to stay...

"More," I gasped, pushing back to get him deeper, harder, something before I burned alive. "Sev."

"I know, sweetheart, more." He chuckled, his hands gripping my hips hard and slamming into me in a pounding rhythm that dried up my voice completely, leaving only my needy moans.

It was fast and furious but just what I needed right then after the fright of almost being discovered by Hermione.
Guardian's Song: He's so into it that... he's thinking about the shopping trip? Er, I can tell how absorbed he is right now...
I hoped she would accept me but what did one person really know about another? What if I disgusted her with my liking for dressing up as a girl?
Guardian's Song: What if you disgusted her with your liking for dressing up as a twelve-year-old girl who likes to get screwed by her creepy uncle?
I already knew Ron wouldn't understand, although I had a funny feeling that Draco might. There was just something about the blond that made me tingle all over.
Guardian's Song: So if you find someone hot, they automatically agree with all your fetishes? O...kay...

I thought we were more alike than different. Suddenly I seized up and came all over the hotel sheets. Sev moaned behind me and I felt hot liquid flow deep.
Nergal the Insane: (Harry) The blood of my enemies/
That made me smile the way it always did and I made the wish for strong sons and daughters.
Nergal the Sane: You're not a hermaphrodite yet! You can't get pregnant!
Nergal the Insane: Silence, or we'll have temporary-uterus MPreg!
Soft sucking kisses
Nergal the Insane: - like the touch of octopus tentacles -
were placed tenderly down my neck and over my shoulders while I shivered under his hot tongue.

"My sweet Harry, my only love," his soft murmur made my heart leap. "I love you more today than when we first began three summers ago. Sweet seventeen and more beautiful every day, sweetheart."
Nergal the Sane: This fic has been going on for three years?
...I am very thankful that I've lost my memory of most of it.
Nergal the Insane: *sourly* Unfortunately, I'm amnesiac and I remember it in exquisite detail. Dear TV Tropes - What is the inverse of Laser-Guided Amnesia?

I sighed happily then bit my lip when his bulk left me empty. A tiny spell tingled through me COMMA! and all the mess disappeared on the sheets COMMA!
Nergal the Sane: Wait, excuse me. If the spell tingled through him, how did it clean the sheets?
Nergal the Insane: Canon has fallen. Logic is dead. Harry and Snape are coming. All over the sheets.
Ninis: *GROWLS*
Nergal the Insane: *flinches* That's cheating!
but then I felt the smaller plug being inserted. "Thanks, Sev, how did you know I wanted to keep your essences inside of me?"
Nergal the Sane: "As You Know, Bob" hits a new low.
Nergal the Insane: Do we have absolute proof this wasn't written by Laurell K. Hamilton under a screen-name?

He kissed each arse cheek before biting the left one and making me jump. "I'm feeling quite possessive tonight, kitten. I'm marking my territory in more ways than one.
Guardian's Song: If this turns into watersports, I am snipping out the rest of the section.
Nergal the Insane: You know it won't.
Guardian's Song: That's why I can say such things. :D
Now, how about your special lotion for your satin skin?"

"Yes, please," I said happily and turned over to stretch out on the rumpled sheets.{snip nothing important}

I sat up so he could get my back, shoulders OXFORD COMMA! and arms. I felt like the most pampered person in London when he was done. London was the name of the prostitute we had hired for the night.
Nergal the Sane: I despise you.
Nergal the Insane: Rest assured that the feeling is mutual.
He approved my new outfit for the evening and I chose a silk thong with a white lace pouch and silky straps that teased my crease a little even with the plug in the way. The black leather stretched a bit over my narrow hips or I'd have never gotten the zipper up. It hugged them beautifully and I turned slowly in front of the mirror to get the full effect of the shortest skirt I'd ever worn.
Elbe: We are not disproving my point.
Nergal the Insane: *bored* Yes, this is a disturbing pseudo-pedophilic fantasy with added misogyny and nonconsensual LARPing with everyone around them, better known as active deception. Do you have anything more original or insightful to add? Is this secretly a metaphor for corporate exploitation of the proletariat? Is it an allegorical depiction of the communist plot to corrupt America? Or are you going to repeat what we've known from the very first part?
Elbe: ...

"You're beautiful, sweetheart. All the men at the club will have their tongues hanging out when you walk by."
Guardian's Song: Because, in a slash fic, there are no gay men. :D
Sev was pulling on a black turtleneck and I admired the way the black set off his pale skin.

"All the women will envy me my handsome escort." I told him sweetly and enjoyed his laughter. I had a strapless bra now with a little padding so I had more than two bumps to show under my blouses.
Nergal the Sane: Your blouses? How many are you wearing?
Fastening it behind me was always a little difficult but Sev came to my rescue with his clever fingers and a soft kiss to the nape of my neck.

He really liked it when I wore my hair like this. I grinned up at him and pulled the new blouse off its hanger. It was some kind of muggle material and it stretched a bit when I pulled it on over my head. It clung like a second skin and barely reached my waist so an inch or two of skin showed along with my navel. It was quite the most daring top I'd ever worn and Sev obviously approved because he encircled my waist with his big hands, making me shiver with renewed need.
Guardian's Song: But in all seriousness, I swear this must be some sort of User's Manual to mentally-deficient-adolescent grooming. Snape just pushes Harry further and further into satisfying his fantasies, and rewards him with sex. And he's been doing this for three years straight.

I'll be happy when this sporking ends for good...

"Absolutely the most beautiful girl in all of London, sweet Mary, that's what you are tonight." He kissed my ear. "Wear your emeralds, please. They'll be just the right finishing touch."

I nodded and fished them out of my purse, slipping them in my ears before pulling out the emerald necklace he'd given me for my 17th birthday. He fastened it for me with a soft kiss to the nape of my neck. The hanging heartHYPHENshaped pendant was almost an inch long and wide with tiny diamonds in a gold ribbon motif at the top. I was afraid it had been really expensive. But he laughed when I asked him about it and told me he liked spending money on me. So I wore it with pride, knowing he really wanted me to have it.
Guardian's Song: And, incidentally, the sing-song childlike narration CREEPS ME OUT.
Nergal the Insane: And, incidentally, bears defecate in the woods, the Pope is Catholic, and Dumbledore is gay.

I sat on the bed to put on a new pair of strappy heels that Sev had let me buy. The threeHYPHENinch heels would be a challenge COMMA but if I walked around a bit in the hotel room COMMA then I should be all right. If I felt wobbly, I'd just take my tall uncle's arm. *RETCH* Grinning, I opened my makeup bag and got out my blush and lip gloss.

Poppy had been a really good guide to what makeup I might be able to use and enjoy.
Nergal the Sane: And a really poor guide to how fast he should be running away from Snape.
The nail polish was my first attempt and I really liked the way it made my nails look. Then I tried face powder COMMA but it felt heavy and goopy on my skin COMMA so I wasn't sure about the powdered blush when she suggested it. But it was much lighter and I only needed to use a little to accent my cheekbones.

The lip gloss came in scents and colors.
Guardian's Song: And booze comes in flavors and alcohol levels! And clothes come in styles and sizes! And what else can we name, Captain Obvious?
Sev had vowed to create some that wouldn't come off if I bit my lip or if he kissed me hard. Those had been really fun experiments but he'd finally succeeded on his last try and I had a supply of both colored and non. I used the plain when I was Harry and the colored when I was Mary.
Guardian's Song: And either way, I get tempted to vomit on the screen.
Tonight, I stroked it on with my little finger and used a little extra to bring out the cherry of my lips.

"Are you going to leave your hair up or take it down?" Sev finished zipping up his black pants and I admired his darkly dangerous look.
Nergal the Sane: (Snape) No one has any idea how dangerous I am until they write a story depicting me as a predatory pedophile. *points wand at author*
His black leather vest practically matched my skirt.

"I think I'll leave it up and just coax a curl or two down by my ear." I turned my head this way and that. "Poppy had all kinds of ideas about hairstyles. It's a pity I have to leave my bangs so long to cover the scar.
Guardian's Song: Just - use - makeup, you dolt! Or wear a hairband! Or anything! Is that so hard?!
Sev, do you think it will go away once we get rid of Voldemort?"

"I don't know, sweetheart." He caressed my upper arms and I leaned back against his chest, liking the image of us in the mirror. "We don't know what caused it, your mother's love or a residue of Voldemort's death. When he dies again, will that remove it or will it begin to fade naturally? We just don't know."
Guardian's Song: Is the author planning to go anywhere with this, or just throwing the kitchen sink at the readers?
Never mind, we all know she is. Sweet gad, but this is BORING. It's either brain-bleachingly bad or mind-numbingly boring. Yes, I know I'm Captain Obvious. But there's so little to SAY that I haven't said already!

Smiling at him, I brought one of his hands to my lips so I could kiss it. "Bangs aren't so bad, Sev. So long as he's dead, I'll accept what happens next. It will be a fun story to tell our children."
Ninis: Meanwhile, the dead? The orphaned? The broken? All irrelevant. It's a fun story to tell the children.

His eyes crinkled in a smile. "We'll never run out of stories to tell them, kitten. Now, are we ready for our evening?"

I checked my look in the mirror and picked up my little leather purse to hang on my shoulder. Taking a few steps, I balanced on my new heels, turning and then moving back to where Sev watched me with a lustful look on his face. I practiced my demure blush and knew it had worked when his hands rose to take mine. He kissed each one before offering his arm.

I loved going out in public when I'm disguised as a girl.
Nergal the Sane: Greetings, random tense shift!
I loved the admiring looks and the way Sev bristled when someone got too close to me. I liked the way my body moved in heels and how sexy my skirts made me feel. And wearing a bra reminded me how much my nipples enjoyed being pleasured. I just enjoyed pretending to be a girl, I thought while the taxi drove us to the club where we had reservations.
Guardian's Song: Because a "girl" is a construct existing solely to cater to fetishes and to be admired by men. There are no such things as tomboys, butch lesbians, or any sort of girl other than the kind who run around in heels, skirts, and bras, particularly the sexy kind that cater to creepy middle-aged men.

You know, I'm pretty sure the author's female, but this whole thing DOES read like a creepy male-gaze porno fantasy. I'm not sure if I should take this as proof that creepiness knows no gender or as evidence that I may have incorrectly guessed the gender of the author...

Sev had to help me out of the cab, my skirt was so tight. I loved that feeling of slight helplessness. And the taxi driver's eyes were glued to my legs all the while Sev paid him. So I was smiling when we entered the club. It was dark and kind of smoky when we entered but the maitre de seated us in the nonsmoking section when Sev asked him. The menus were big and I looked through the selections before closing it up.

"You order for me, Uncle John." I fluttered my eyelashes at him and watched him smile. "There's so much I've never tried before."
Guardian's Song: *pulls a face*

The waiter was a young man in what appeared to be a kind of uniform for the wait staff, COLON! a black t-shirt with the name of the club on the front and a pair of black pants. Sev gave him our meal order and also ordered my favorite lemon squash to drink. A glass of wine now and then was the extent of our drinking at home. Sev said he'd been too paranoid for too long to drink liquor in public.
Guardian's Song: Why? Afraid someone will roofie you and use you like you used a traumatized, mentally-addled fifteen-year-old?

That was all right with me. I liked being alert so I didn't miss anything. A quartet of two men and two women had just taken the small stage across the room and I sat up to see them better. Sev leaned over and told me quietly they were a group he'd heard before. They specialized in jazz from the forties before we both were born.
Guardian's Song: Yes, we know Snape wasn't born in the forties.
I nodded and wondered what they would play.

Their music started out fast and loud to get our attention then smoothed out into something mellow and rich that flowed over my ears like silk. I'd never heard a saxophone before but I fell in love with it instantly. When one of the women began to sing along, I was mesmerized by her husky voice and how it meshed with the sounds of the sax.

Sev held my hand until the food arrived. The quartet took a break about the same time we began to eat so I could give my full attention to my meal. It was chicken in some kind of garlic sauce that was just delicious. The vegetables were fresh and lightly sautéed in the same sauce so each taste blended with the others. I was sure to have garlic breath by the end of our meal.
Guardian's Song: Cori Falls, I'm sorry for criticizing you - YOU WROTE BETTER FOOD PORN THAN THIS.

When I whispered that to Sev, he chuckled and said he was looking forward to it. I squirmed a little and crossed my legs under the table so one foot could tickle his pant leg. His heated look told me I was definitely going to be chastised when we got back to our hotel room. A slight flick of his fingers on my hip and the plug began a low level vibration. I was going to be well and truly turned on and begging for it by the time we got back.

I could hardly wait.
Nergal the Sane: And I feel ill.
Ninis: As... do I.
Nergal the Insane: And I don't care. *looks up* Oh, is it over?
Guardian's Song: For now. I figured I should make this relatively short. *waves hand* You're free to go.

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*heh heh heh* As I said, for NOW....

=END SPORKING (PART 32)=