Gender: Female Location: every which way but loose
*cough*
Hun, we can't use yours, it's not in flow with the rest of the story. Why not read from the beginning? I know it's a chore but it'll help you to see what the storyline is, what the characters are up to etc. The Basilisk and characters like it aren't in this one, it's not an adventure where HP has to save the school, it's a soft porn, stoner crackhead type tale. OK?
Moaning Myrtle was drawn to the sounds and scent emanating from Ginny Weedley's bed-chamber. The ghost, Myrtle, entered the room, floating thru the door and she was stunned to see brother and sister frozen in such a compromising position.
"I know what evil has done this..." Myrtle cackled. "And they must be stopped!" the spectral vision shot through the wall of the chamber and streaked to Harry Potthead's room.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrryyyy.... Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrryy...." she moaned.
"Go away, Myrtle!" Harry snapped, rolling over in his bed, throwing a pillow at, and through, the ghost as she floated before him. "We'll smoke a bowl bright and early in the morning, I promise, now leave me be!!"
"HARRY POTTHEAD!" Myrtle growled. "This is important! There is a great and powerful evil loose! The Bongaspliff (Basalisk) has returned! With the power to turn stoners to stone with a simple gaze into it's blood-shot eyes, and it's voracious appetite for cannabis leaf and poppy flowers, the Bongaspliff is a terrible threat to the school!
Your friends, Ron and Ginny have already succumbed to the evil powers of the Bongaspliff! We must move quickly, before more students or more product are damaged!!!"
"What?" Harry groaned, barely able to comprehend what the ghost had been babbling about. "The Bongaspliff? There's no such thing...
is there?"
"Come quickly! See for yourself!" Myrtle became corporeal and gripped Harry's wrist, pulling him from his bed and zipping thru the wall. Unfortunately, Harry was not a ghost, and the poor boy slammed face first into the hard stone wall, crumpling to the bed again, knocked unconscious.
"Ooops..." Myrtle poked her head back thru the wall. "Sorry, Harry Potthead... tsk tsk! When you wake up in the morning, I hope you don't remember this! But, remember the Bongaspliff, and beware!!"
__________________ 'The future is not set...'
'I'll be back...'
'Hasta la vista, baby!'
'I'm back!'
'Come with me if you want to live!'
'You're terminated!'
__________________ 'The future is not set...'
'I'll be back...'
'Hasta la vista, baby!'
'I'm back!'
'Come with me if you want to live!'
'You're terminated!'
__________________ 'The future is not set...'
'I'll be back...'
'Hasta la vista, baby!'
'I'm back!'
'Come with me if you want to live!'
'You're terminated!'
Gender: Female Location: every which way but loose
I like it's simplicity. My sigs have become ever larger and more detailed, it's frustrating when I can only fit one line beneath them. I like this one, and I'm gonna keep it for a week or two so people can see her good use of Paint.
Anyway, moving on, next part of the story methinks.........
Gender: Female Location: every which way but loose
Three hours later.......
Cho Thang made her way up the stairs towards Harry's bedroom. She was extremely nervous, for she had been obsessed with Harry for two years now. Upon arriving at the portrait, she coughed, and the Phat Lady woke up with a grunt.
"Yes?" She said, squinting down at Cho.
"Um, do you think, I mean, would it be possible........uh, could I...........?" Cho trailed off, she couldn't bring herself to offer the Phat Lady a bribe, but girls who came to Harry's bedroom late in the evening were known by everyone the next day, and she didn't want to be seen as just another of his hoes.
The Phat Lady smiled down at Cho, she'd seen this many a time. But then, she'd never seen one quite as pretty, and innocent, as this. Making up her mind, she put a finger to her plump lips and winked, swinging herself forward quietly, she gestured to the entrance.
"Go on then sweetheart, I shan't tell a soul."
Cho's face lit up, and she hopped through the hole, and looked around.
Harry was still laying beside the wall where Myrtle had dropped him earlier. Cho gasped, and hurried over to him. Kneeling down, she leaned her head against his manly chest and listened intently. Heartbeat located, she straightened up and braced herself, before bringing her hand down with a resounding slap across Harry's face. He yelled, and jumped up. Furious, he spun on her and pushed her towards the wall, pinning her there.
Cho tried to scream, but no sound came out. She gazed at Harry in utter disbelief and he growled,
"What the hell do you think you're playing at??"
She squeaked, and then burst into tears. At this, Harry stepped back and had the decency to look apologetic.
"I s-s-saw you, on the floor!! I, I thought s-something had happened to you, so I woke you up!!!"
Harry blanched, and looked at the floor.
"Sorry, I can't seem to control my temper at the moment." He looked up and grinned sheepishly, the mark of Cho's hand livid on his cheek. Suddenly, he stepped toward her again. She shrunk back into the wall and he faltered.
"I'm not going to hurt you Cho, I was just kinda wondering what you were doing here. Were you, uh, were you looking for me?" He looked at her hopefully, and she seriously considered telling him that she'd only come to see Neville StrongPott. But as she looked into his dark green eyes, she melted, and smiled soppily at him. It was always the way, women just wanted to be with him, amongst other stuff.
She sighed, there was nothing else for it, "Yes, I came up here, to, to ask you something......" she glanced up at his face, but he was giving nothing away, so she ploughed on. "I came, to ask you, if, well, ifyouliketocomeanstayatminefoChristmas!!!" The last part didn't quite come out as she'd practised it, and Harry suppressed a smile.
"Come and stay with you, at your house, meet your family and stuff??"
Cho's smile faded, and she hung her head. "I knew it, it's fine. If you can't, I mean, why would you? You've probably got somewhere waaaay cooler to be right? Shit, I shouldn't have, well, I think I should be going. Bye." As she said the last word, her voice broke, and she hurried towards the portrait hole.
Harry, shocked at her rapid acceptance of something he hadn't even answered, rushed to stop her. He grabbed her hand and swung her around to face him. He waited a split second, and then pushed her hair away from her face, and gently lifting her chin with his other hand he whispered, "It's going to be perfect".
As she made to speak, Harry leaned in and silenced her with a soft kiss, lingering and passionate. Her arms snaked slowly around his neck and he felt her body press against him. He dropped her hand and wrapped his arms around her back, pushing one hand into her glossy hair.
"Holy shit, she tastes like strawberries......." was his last thought as he felt himself slip into heady oblivion, all memories of the BongaSpliff now pushed firmly into the filing cabinet marked 'Not likely to be recalled any time soon'.
Gender: Female Location: every which way but loose
So, no-one likes my story?
*sniff*
It's fine, I'll just sit here and read it all by myself, and if I'm lucky I'll start talking to myself at some point and then I'll have some company. Myself.
__________________ 'The future is not set...'
'I'll be back...'
'Hasta la vista, baby!'
'I'm back!'
'Come with me if you want to live!'
'You're terminated!'
While Harry got his sure thing from Cho Thang, the ghastly ghostly spirit of Ramafist scoured the halls and walls, looking for his revenge. From behind the mirror in Harry's room, Ramafist's ghost watched master Potthead make sweet love to the girl, biding his time, waiting for that perfect moment to strike... it shouldn't be long, 4 or 5 minutes tops, the way Harry was going at it!
"'ello, ello, old chappy!" a voice called over the shoulder of Ramafist's ghost in the mirror.
"What the--" the ghost looked into the glaring bloodshot eyes of Moaning Myrtle!!
"You'd best not be plotting against my man Harry, you filthy bugger! Filthy... scrapping... sexy... spectral.... mmmmmm... bugger..." she noticed how tight and toned and ripped the spirit form of Ramafist was, after serving 8 years of a 10 year sentence for possession of a controlled substance, with intent to distribute. "I bet you shag like a machine, don't you deary?"
"Aye..." Ramafist couldn't argue. "But... revenge... Potthead and his friends have killed me! I need..."
"I need YOU!!" Myrtle moaned, swooping into the ghostly gent's grasp. "Take me! Make me feel ALIVE again!"
"Not here..." Ramafist scooped up his phantastic phantom love, and spirited her off to the common room, where his corpse still lay, stinking. "If you make ME feel alive again, I want to be ready for it!!"
"Oooo... my man!" Myrtle moaned, happy to oblige now that Harry and his friends were safe again, for the moment.
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Unfortunately, all were NOT so safe just then. Herpionme had invited Neville and Semen to Greenhouse 8, to tend to harvest; harvest of the crop of hybrid marijuana she and Harry had been growing, and another round of tending to Herpes own greedy need for seed!
While the boys rolled some skins into plump spliffs, and Herpes shed her robes, to her skins, fluffing the robe as a blanket for the party to spread out on, Raper N Enjoy was watching from the shadows, toking on his own weak-ass bong wand.
"This is some righteous plant, Herpes baaaabby!" Neville grinned, toking on the fatty.
"Help yourselves, boys..." Herpes leaned back on her elbows, spreading her nude self across her robe-blanket, while Semen moved in over top of her.
From the shadows, Raper conjured. Tweakers toke and sex-slaves bone
Turn these stoner freaks all into stone!"
Just then, Professors SmokeSomeMore and I'veDun'emAll crashed into Greenhouse 8, giggling and laughing, hooting like mad. Both professors were naked to the skins, and SmokeSomeMore was RIDING I'veDun'emAll like a pony, with a leather bondage strap and red ball jammed in 'the horse's' mouth attached to a long leather leash, which Smokes used as a whip, lashing the mount into obedience.
The kids gasped and scurried away, hiding deeper in the greenhouse, while the profs rode up to the blanket and blunts, as Raper Enjoy's magics made way across the room toward Herpes' robe-blanket
"Ahhh... time to feed, my steed.." SmokeSomeMore smiled, dismounting and smacking I'veDun'emAll's ass hard and playfully.
"Nay, nay, my pet..." Dun'emAll defied. "Time to BREED!"
"aahhhhhhh hahahahahahhhhaahhh!" Smokes cackled as they took up the spliffs and toked up heartily.
Semen pressed close to Herpes who hid her naked body behind Neville. Semen finally found his place, and he gasped at how warm and welcoming a place it was. "Feels strangely different this time, Herpes dear..."
"Probably doing it RIGHT for a change, doofus!" Neville whispered, turning and taking Herpes into his arms from the front. "Make way now, boy... let a man show you how it's done!"
"Boys, boys, boys!" Herpes huffed, excited by the prospects of another threesome as much as by all the other sex and drug activity going on in the room. "There's room enough in me for the both of you, now HUSH! and... ooohhhh... mmmmmm... yessssssssssss..."
"DRAT!" Semen cursed.
"Done already?" Neville chuckled.
"No, fool! They are smoking our spliffs!!"
"SHIT!" Herpes cried. "That was the virgin batch!"
Raper N Enjoy's spell took hold of the area surrounding Herpes blanket-robe, while SmokeSomeMore and I'veDun'emAll were smoking and toking, tickling and licking each other, and were quickly and completely turned to stone before the eyes of their stoned sex-starved students!
__________________ 'The future is not set...'
'I'll be back...'
'Hasta la vista, baby!'
'I'm back!'
'Come with me if you want to live!'
'You're terminated!'
Gender: Female Location: every which way but loose
Oh My F.ucking Gawd!!!!
You're fantastic! Amazing! Pure talent my darling
I can't carry on right now, but I'm sure someone alse will oblige sooner or later.
Damn, we're a good team, you cover the perverted, X-Rated side of the tale, and I'm all about the underlying lurve story. We both got comedic value though, fo' shore
Gender: Female Location: every which way but loose
Tidus, I wish we could give you what you want
But the simple fact is, this forum is rated at a PG13, we can't push the boundaries. It's disrespectful to the hundreds of members who follow the rules, and of course to the staff.
We have to stick with how the story is going so far, I'm extremely appreciative that the Mods have already turned a blind eye to the few blips we've had, you know we haven't exactly been completely innocent
So, just sit tight and wait for the next installment. I think it's my turn, but it's not gonna be tonight
__________________ 'The future is not set...'
'I'll be back...'
'Hasta la vista, baby!'
'I'm back!'
'Come with me if you want to live!'
'You're terminated!'
KMC Community Forums
Jul 5th, 2004 11:06 PM
Niiiiice job Slick, I love your style 
I love your... siggy... Syren
