/storytiem/ - Onyxdime's Storytiem

RULES UPDATE

You are able to roll dice on /storytiem/ so we use that instead.

A roll of 86-98 counts as an epic win. A roll of 99 or 100 counts as a phenomenal win and can automatically win you the combat. Meanwhile, rolls of 3-15 count as epic fails and additional penalties are applied. Rolls of 1 or 2 count as phenomenal fails and you'll probably get your pussy drilled pretty hard.

You can roll dice by clicking on "Show post options and limits" just below your posting box.

>>20612

>>20643

>>20645

Welp. Guess we're getting some story-lewdness afterall.

>>20657

Awhhh yeah nigguh

>>20670

It always does.

>>20675

Fishy? Fishy! Why are you sleeping? Wake up!!

“Actually Haggard, I’m running late for my next class.”

“Yer nat gittin off tha’ easy, Hermione!”

“You know, I’m sure you can handle two hot schoolgirls by yourself.”

“Hmm?”

“You know, it’s getting cool out here. You should probably take them inside your hut if you’re gonna treat them.”

“What are you tal- Oh! Ahh! Yes, Hermione. I DO believe ah’ got a good grasp o’ the… situation.”

A wicked grin crosses his face as he picks the girls up under his two massive arms and stomps to his cragged hut, kicking the door open with a resounding bang. Problem solved! You’ve got a clear schedule for the evening and night now. Plenty of time to do whatever you want!

You dander back to the castle, wrapping your robes around your body to beat off the cold wind. It doesn’t help much though; the tear in your robes is getting a little bigger.

Evening Poll: http://strawpoll.me/4221158

Night Poll: http://strawpoll.me/4221181

Hermione

Horniness: 25%

Orgasm: 0%

Respect: 405/1000

You are viewed as: Tease

Clothing:

Red Bra

Red Panties

Tight jumper

Slightly too short skirt

Slightly off-colour robes (torn)

Regular shoes

When you arrive back in the main hall of the castle you pull out your worn timetable. The edges are beginning to fray from the constant use.

Hmm…

Unusually there are no classes scheduled for this evening. Perhaps there is a teacher’s meeting, or they are preparing to write the Winter exams. Ah well, more time to spend by yourself doing things that interest you!

As you begin walking up the central stairwell you hear the sound of spells being fired off in a side room. Curiosity takes the better of you and you approach, slowly opening the door to reveal the duelling club. They have pushed the tables and chairs aside to create several ‘lanes’ to down battle down. You could probably get in some good practice. Or you could simply observe and see what you can learn.

“Evenin’ Hermione!” a handsome man with thick magma-red hair a heavily stubbled face announces, sending two newcomers flying across the room with a swish of his wand, “That the best yeh got, chaps? I’ve fought Frenchies who put up more o’ a fight than yeh did!”

His lyrical Irish accent cuts through their confidence as they pull themselves back on their feet and skulk to the side of the room to tend to their wounded pride.

“Now, Hermione,” he pauses, turning around to face you, “I don’t think we’ve properly met. I’m Donal O’Seamus McMurphy. But ye can just call me Paddy. Are ye here to train t’night, or are ye just plannin ta watch and learn? Yer a Rank 1, so you’ll be pitted against another newcomer. Tha fight should be… mostly fair.”

“What are the ranks for?” you inquire.

“Oh, by tha cloak o’ St. Patrick,” Paddy exclaimed, “I knew ye were new, but not this new! Ranks are how we measure success here. We go from rank one ta rank ten. Winning a fight sends you up a rank, losing a rank sends you down one. Once you hit rank three you can spend your rank to buy some stuff from our wee shop. The quality varies from hoodies and small gold prizes at the lower ranks, to professional duelling wands and rarer items at the higher ranks. Just remember that if you decide to buy somethin’ ye go back down to rank one.”

http://strawpoll.me/4223075

Hermione

Horniness: 25%

Orgasm: 0%

Respect: 405/1000

You are viewed as: Tease

Clothing:

Red Bra

Red Panties

Tight jumper

Slightly too short skirt

Slightly off-colour robes (torn)

Regular shoes

“Sure, sign me up to duel,” you remark, rolling your neck, stretching your legs, and and cracking your fingers.

“Fantastic, Tommy! Get yer English arse over here. We got yer first game! t’s gonna be good craic.”

Tommy and you take up positions about seven meters apart and face each other.

“Wands at the ready!” Paddy bellows, “Rules have changed a bit since we started at the beginning of the year. First person to be incapacitated or surrender loses. Anythin’ goes; and I really mean anythin’! Just don’t do any permanent damage. I’m gonna count down from three, then you can fire off yer first spell.”

Tommy seems a little bit anxious. He is quivering slightly in his uniform. You are too. You remember playing once when you came to Bogwarts, but that was well over a fortnight ago now.

“Ready?”

You both nod.

“Three.”

The countdown begins.

“Two.”

You gulp, feeling the gaze of the twenty or so people sitting at the edges of the room and watching you.

“One.”

Tommy’s wand begins to glow.

“DUEL!”

(You are using the Egyptian wand. Previously this gave a bonus to people rolling with an Orange ID colour, but this didn’t work well in practice. The wand now gives a 10% bonus to any magic spell which uses fire or heat.)

(Over to you Anons now! No more strawpoll! Look at your spell list at the top of this document and pick which you want to use: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TZx-GOJ4IuXcTZz6eqylwXMtXlCVw51lR8HO6SoH5uM

You have a lot of freedom now. You can try and win fairly, or you can fight dirty. You can try and knock out your opponent, or you can try to make them cum until they surrender. You’re allowed to use your body in addition to magic. Sucking and fucking is all allowed! Such are the moral standards at Bogwarts.

Leave your ideas and suggestions in a comment and upvote which ideas you like the sound of best. When I get back the top rated idea will be chosen.)

Hermione

Horniness: 25%

Orgasm: 0%

Respect: 405/1000

You are viewed as: Tease

Clothing:

Red Bra

Red Panties

Tight jumper

Slightly too short skirt

Slightly off-colour robes (torn)

Regular shoes

“Confusio!” you scream, flicking your wand and casting the spell at Tommy.

(Rolling 45+ magic test… 81 rolled! Pass!)

“Tentclacus Dominatus!” he bellows, pointing his wand at the wooden classroom floor.

A thick black shadow emerges where he pointed and begins gliding straight towards you. You quickly lurch to the left, nimbly sidestepping past the dark shade.

(Rolling 50+ dodge test…79 rolled pass!)

Out of the corner of your eye you notice a mass of black slimey tentacles reach out of the eerie umbra like the tendrils from a sarlacc pit. They grasp fruitlessly at the air before receding and disappearing.

“Ugh!” you hear Tommy grunt, as he begins panicking when the spell hits him, “Where’s my wand!? My wand is gone!”

You try to suppress a laugh as he completely fails to notice he is still holding the cheap pine stick in his left hand. He is now lurching around on all fours, scrambling to find where he has ‘dropped’ it.

http://strawpoll.me/4226677

Hermione

Horniness: 14%

Orgasm: 0%

Respect: 405/1000

You are viewed as: Tease

Clothing:

Red Bra

Red Panties

Tight jumper

Slightly too short skirt

Slightly off-colour robes (torn)

Regular shoes

You decide to play aggressively, rushing up towards Tommy and snatching the wand from his hand, before dropping it with an audible clatter. A few second later and you have swerved behind him, locking his arms harmlessly behind his back.

(Rolling 20+ combat test… 93 rolled! Epic win! Next roll in this combat has been made 30% easier!)

“Ugh! Get off me! Let! Me! Go!” he yells, kicking and struggling as the confusio charm begins to wear off.

You did much better than expected, your hold has actually made it very difficult for him to break free. Regardless, he spends his energy in one final vain attempt to escape your vice-like grip.

(Rolling 55+ strength test. -30 for epic win on combat. 25+ needed! 42 rolled! Pass!)

Thankfully he fails, tiring himself out and enabling you to gently lean into the back of his knees, forcing him down onto the ground, eventually planting his face on the wooden floor. As he pants and tries to regain his energy you lock his wrists, holding them in place with one of your hand while the other reaches around the front of his body, groping his crotch through his flimsy school trousers.

“Let’s see what you’ve got going on down here…” you tease, squeezing his crotch gently and massaging the fabric until you feel a growing stiffness between your supple fingers.

“Hnng…” he grunts, sqirming beneath you. The weight of your body is preventing him from getting up again. You pop out the hard little button on his trousers with a flick of your thumb and begin undressing his lower body.

*Zzzzip*

“G-get off! Argh…!” his voice is cracking with a pained embarrassment at being dominated by a girl.

“Woo-hoo! Finish ‘em off, Hermione! Let’s see how big he is!” Paddy cheers.

The crowd around is getting pretty excited now. Out of your peripheral vision you notice a girl subtly moving her hand underneath her robes, mouth slightly agape and face blushing a gentle pink. As you slip his trousers down to his knees you reach for his boxers and slide them down to in one fell motion. You can’t see his cock from this angle, but as you wrap your fingers around you feel it is probably an inch or two longer than your loosely clenched hand.

“I was expectin’ somethin’ bigger from an Englishman! Let me tell yeh’ all a story…” Paddy begins.

“Oh God…” Tommy bemoans as a silence falls over the room. Apparently this Irishman’s stories are legend in this club.

>>20757

“The size o’ my cock is surprisin’;

An English slag I did leave writhin’.;

I blew her mind with sex;

Her pussy I did wreck;

That’s why they call it the Easter Risin’.”

Cheers and laughter erupt from the crowd as Tommy shakes his head in disdain.

“No one calls your cock the Easter Rising, except you!” he angrily retorts.

“Hermione, be a good girl and finish him off, would ye?”

You grab his stiff cock and begin milking him with slow steady jerks. The effect is immediate and he begins to puff in quick panting gasps. You feel his hot dick throb between your fingers as you tease him closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Uh… Ugh!”

“Are you enjoying being milked like this? You can just surrender at any time.”

“N-never!”

You reach up with your thumb and place it over the hyper-sensitive tip of his cock and begin rubbing it in small circles, sending small orgasmic waves of pleasure through his crotch.

“Cum for me. Cum for Hermione,” you command, pumping him faster now. As your arm grows tired you glance down, noticing his wand lying on the floor. It is a smooth plastic baton about eight inches in length, getting progressively thicker towards the bottom of the shaft. Most interesting though is the intricate design with several ridges where the surface curves out and in again.

A wicked thought crosses your mind.

You pick it up and begin circling the entrance to his asshole with his wand.

“What are you doing?! NOO!”

“You gonna surrender?”

He wriggles frantically against you, jerking and spasming in vain.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

You slowly push the wand into his ass, watching his anus engulf the end of the wand and widen to swallow the larger curves.

“Ah…” he grunts, gritting his teeth.

“It’s alright. This should feel very pleasurable, very soon. Just wait til it reaches your prostate. You’ll be squirting your hot cum all over the floor.”

“Gah. Let me g-ohhhhhhHHHHHH!”

“And there it is,” you whisper with a grin, twisting the wand around and pushing down to put extra pressure on his sensitive prostate.

He seems to give up the fight at this point, so you let his hands go and reach around to wank him off while you fuck his ass at the same time. Your fingers clamp tightly around his cock and begin bouncing up and down on it, making his legs quiver and his back arch. Playing on your advantage you pull the wand out and turn it around, shoving the thick end into his eager ass.

“Ah ah ahhh ahhhhhh ahhhhhhhhh!” he screams as his hips begin bucking and his cock starts pulsating in your hand. His butt clenches down around the wand, pulling it in even further and increasing the pressure on his prostate.

“Cum for me now!” you order, feeling a hot sticky jizz coat the tip of your fingers and drip onto the classroom’s floor.

“I-g-give up! S-stop! UGGGHHHH!”

(Rolling 15+ luck test… 78 rolled. Pass!)

You suddenly notice his wand glowing and quickly duck aside as a blast of light shoots out the back and harmlessly hits the roof.

“Haha, he just cast a spell with his ass!” Paddy roars with laughter, falling over and clutching his sides.

As the white cum continues to pool up beneath his body you take your hand from his swollen dick and tug the wand out of his ass.

“HAHAHAAH, AHHHHAHAHAAHAHA!” Paddy continues guffawing, struggling to stand back up, “Hahaaermione has advanced to- hahaahah… rank two! That’s the funniest shit I’ve ever seen since my buddy stuck his cock in a skull he stole from the Paris catacombs!”

You wipe your fingers on his robe and wave goodbye to everyone. That match has left you feeling a little horny. Regardless, you’ve decided to take a shower and freshen up. The girl’s showers are a five minute walk from the Ravenbaww common room, so you head back first and grab a towel and some soap before wandering back.

When you walk into the room you notice there are two other girls showering here. You don’t recognise either of them, judging from the uniforms lying around on the benches though one is a Gruffingbeast and one is from Slither-in. The showers themselves are communal with a dull grey tile pattern covering the floor and walls of the room. Sixteen people can use them at once. Those who are waiting can undress and sit on the benches until one frees up.

Alternatively there is a premium shower service for 6 gold per use at the corner of the room. After you get undressed by the benches you can use the private shower cubicle with a lock on the door to shower in. The water is guaranteed to be warm and your privacy is ensured from other students and peeping Tom’s.

http://strawpoll.me/4227287

Hermione

Horniness: 54%

Orgasm: 0%

Respect: 455/1000

You are viewed as: Flirty tease

Clothing:

Red Bra

Red Panties

Tight jumper

Slightly too short skirt

Slightly off-colour robes (torn)

Regular shoes

>>20769

Welp.

You take a look at the private shower and remember you only have slightly over 100 gold pieces left. It’s probably safe enough to shower with the two other girls there anyway. Safety in numbers.

You head over to the benches and quickly undress, slipping out of your slutty uniform and unhooking your bra. Before you take off your panties you gather together your soap and shampoo, setting them aside. Finally you take off your panties and set them atop your folded uniform.

The two girls mostly ignore you, exchanging nothing more than a polite nod as they soap down their bodies. You stand under an empty shower head on the other side of the room and begin lathering up your hair. While the soap is in your eyes you hear the two girls leave the showers one by one, finishing up. You decide you need to quicken up and start letting the lukewarm water rinse the soapy suds from your hair.

(Rolling 30+ luck test… 12 rolled. Epic fail! Bad things happen…)

*Creak*

*Thud thud*

*Rattle*

*THUD*

The sounds come so quick that you don’t have time to wipe the soap from your eyes. Frantically you rush around the corner to the changing room to see the bench were you left your clothes is empty.

“Shit!” you gasp, glancing around the room. After a few frightened seconds you realise that there was a rag of material hanging on the door handle. Your robes. Whoever tried to steal them had been too hasty and the tear in your robe had caught on the metal handle. You walk over to pick it up, realising that your robe had torn in half. Glancing at the ground you notice your Egyptian wand lying there. Thank God, it must have fallen out when the thief picked it up.

Unfortunately you now have a problem. Your common room is five minutes walk away through some frequently used areas, you don’t have a towel to try yourself down, and the rag of a robe you have is only large enough to be tied around your chest or your waist. It must be nearly midnight now. It’s unlikely anyone else will be taking a shower tonight…

“Crap… crap… crap…” you mutter over and over debating what to do.

You cautiously peep out the door and notice that the coast is clear. One of your shoes has landed on the corridor up to the left. Your common room is to the right though…

Where do you want to tie the robe: http://strawpoll.me/4229517

What do you want to do: http://strawpoll.me/4229505

Hermione

Horniness: 47%

Orgasm: 0%

Respect: 455/1000

You are viewed as: Flirty tease

Clothing:

Half a badly torn off-colour robe.

You quickly tie the ragged robe around your waist, covering your privates as best, feeling the cloth cling to your damp skin. Dammit. Whoever did this to you was gonna pay. As you leave the bathroom you quickly slip on your shoe and hobble down the corridor looking for any more of your possessions they may have dropped.

Rushing down the corridor you suddenly hear the sound of two prefects doing a nightly patrol. Shit! You quickly notice a small archway that is normally used for presenting statues and gargoyles. This one is empty so you can take cover in while they pass by.

(Rolling 40+ stealth test… 40 rolled!)

The sound of their footsteps approaches, growing louder with each echoing step they take. Your heart begins racing until you notice two obese nerds walking past. You recognise them from Ravenbaww, but the seem to spend all their time at the video game club.

Just as they are about to pass one of them turns his head, staring straight at you.

“Holy shit! Hermione!”

“Huh?” the other one turns around to look at you.

Your heart leaps up in your throat as you consider bringing your hands down to cover your exposed tits.

“Look! This statue looks just like Hermione! It’s naked too! Damn, I wish Goyim hadn’t stolen our glasses earlier. I’d love to get a better look at this. Ah well, I’ll check it out tomorrow.”

“Aww, that sucks. I’m so short-sighted I can’t see shit. Why do they even have us doing the patrols, Bob?”

“Beats me, Dan.”

The pair of blind Ravenbaww prefects waddle off out of sight and you emerge from your hiding place.

(Rolling 25+ awareness test…66 rolled.)

There! You saw the next piece of your clothing lying a few feet ahead of you at the end of the corridor, your red bra. You quickly put it on, finally glad that your perky tits are covered up now. You decide to continue following the clothing trail, creeping along as stealthily as you can without alerting anyone to your presence.

Suddenly you notice another shoe lying on the ground and put it on. It seems to be heading in the general direction of the Slither-in common room.

(Rolling 40+ stealth test… 7 rolled. Epic fail!)

As you turn another corner you bump straight into the firm chest of a tall man. His fingers clamp down on your naked shoulder with an iron grip, holding you firmly in place.

“What is a sthudent doing out of bed at thesh hourshs! And why are you dresshed like that?”

It’s the unmistakable voice of Professor Shnape. You’re not sure how you’re gonna make it out of this one. The longer that you’re wasting time with him though, the more time the thief has to get away with your clothes! You could tell him the truth, but he is Head of Slither-in house.

http://strawpoll.me/4231740

Hermione

Horniness: 47%

Orgasm: 0%

Respect: 435/1000

You are viewed as: Flirty tease

Clothing:

Red bra

Torn robe tied around waist

Regular Shoes

I have a very important examination on Friday, so I won't be able to continue the story until Friday evening.

Apologies for the delay!

I might try and update tomorrow during my lunch break, but revision will be taking top-priority.

>>20759

Lol

Honesty overtakes you and you begin telling Shnape everything that happened. As you do so his thin, slit-like eyes widen in surprise.

“…and that’s what I was doing when I r-ran into you out here, Professor.”

“Very intereshting.”

“C-Can you help me? I’m a little… exposed here…”

“Indeed you are. What a shlutty sthudent.”

(Rolling 65+ charisma test. 25 rolled +10 for being clean and fresh = 35. Fail!)

The Slither-in Professor’s wide gaze quickly retreated, returning to his wicked beady eyes. He runs a hand through his long black hair, debating what he should do next.

“Well, I am almossht shertain that I can pinpoint the unschrupulous sthudent who sthole your uniform. There is one glaring isshue though… why shhould I help you?”

He steps back from you, offering you a chance to go after the bull by himself.

“A-are you asking for a s-sexual favour?”

“You might very well tshink that. I couldn’t posshibly comment,” he replies with a widening smile.

You hesitate, realising that you are still half naked in the middle of a corridor. You’ll have to make up your mind soon.

http://strawpoll.me/4276887

Hermione

Horniness: 47%

Orgasm: 0%

Respect: 435/1000

You are viewed as: Flirty tease

Clothing:

Red bra

Torn robe tied around waist

Regular Shoes

>>21160

>>21161

Spaghetti test epic fail.

>>21162

Can you watch it with those rolls?

>>21148

“How about if I was to… suck you off? Would you help me then?”

(Rolling 25+ seduction test. 23 rolled + 10 for clean and fresh = 33 rolled! Pass!)

Shnape’s eyes widen again, this time with excitement.

“Yesh, we could do that…” he mumbles, fiddling with the doorknob on the broom closet behind him and opening it up.

You clamber inside and he follows suit, shutting the rickety wooden door behind you. He then grabs your shoulders, pushing you onto your knees before spreading his robes and dropping his pants to reveal a sizeable seven inch cock. It was much bigger than you expected, prompting your eyes to be the ones to widen for a change.

“Well? Sthart shucking!” he commanded, thrusting his erect shaft towards your mouth. With a little hesitation you lean forward and extend your tongue, licking up the length of his shaft. As your tongue reaches the tip Shnape’s breathing increases, he is apparently enjoying the attention there, so you redouble your efforts, twirling and twisting your tongue over his glans. Finally, as the last of your warm, wet saliva has coated his cock you form a small ‘O’ with your lips and plop it over the top of his glans, sucking softly as you look up into Shnape’s eyes.

His moans turn into groans as you begin to bring him to an orgasm. This is good, perhaps you can get this ordeal over with faster.

Suddenly he grabs the back of your head with his hands, pulling you onto his cock. The dampness of your mouth sends the long dick slipping easily straight down your throat.

“Mmmppff!” you gasp, feeling the wave of pleasure strike you. You’d completely forgotten that your throat had been morphed to feel as sensitive as your pussy. Damn that accursed potion!

“Ohhh yessshh!” Shnape gasps as your throat contracts in little waves of pleasure.

As you breathe through your nose you try to focus on anything but the cock fucking your hypersensitive throat, but it’s growing more difficult. You feel your pussy’s juices begin trickling down your thighs as you are brought closer and closer to an orgasm.

(Rolling 47+ resistance test… 46 rolled. Fail!)

Dammit, you can’t resist. It just feels too good as it glides across your throat. You reach around and grab Shnape’s ass, squeezing it and pulling his hips closer, taking his cock deeper. With your other hand you reach under your torn robes and begin flicking your clitoris quickly, imagining being spit-roasted by the muscled Bogwarts Quabbach Team. It almost feels like two separate orgasms are about to rush through your body.

“Ommm nom nom… ommfff…. shlurp shlurp!”

The sounds of you sucking echo through the small closet as your fingers plunge into your pussy, curling up to your g-spot and rubbing frantically. You other hand has left his ass to fondle his balls.

“OMMM AAHAHHMMMMM MMMMFFFFF!”

“Oh yeah, yeah… I’m cumming!” Shnape gasps, thrusting his hips in one final time. You feel his cock pulse and his testicles clench as thick strand after thick strand of his cum hits the back of your throat, coating the sensitive walls and driving you over the edge. You accidentally swallow most of it as two orgasms crash through your body, spreading like a forest fire from your g-spot and throat, rushing towards the center of your being and sending you hurtling back into an old pile of non-magical broomsticks.

“AAAHHHHHH! F-fuc-fuck…” you gasp, reganiing your breathing, legs spread before Shnape.

“What a nishe pusshie you have… Shame I couldn’t have at it tonight. You’ll get your clothesh back tomorrow. But I won’t tell you who did it. I have to protect my sthudentsh… Shleep here tonight, I’ll bring your stuff down tomorrow morning.”

You nod, eyes half closed as you catch your breath, panting loudly. Shnape looks at your cunt one final time before leaving you alone in the broom closet.

(No respect was lost because no students knew. This was essentially a private relationship encounter. However, if Shnape or you tell anyone respect will begin dropping!)

Hermione

Horniness: 20%

Orgasm: 206% (Sensitive)

Respect: 435/1000

You are viewed as: Flirty tease

>>21184

Clothing:

Red bra

Torn robe tied around waist

Regular Shoes

Day 24 - Thursday (Christmas Eve)

The next morning you wake up to a knocking on the closet door. An exhausted Shnape enters, tossing you a pile of clothes before grinning and closing it again.

Your robes are ruined, so you head back up to your dormitory to get rid of them. When you finally arrive you pull out your suitcase and stuff the ragged robe inside. Maybe rags will come in useful some time.

Just as you are about to unpack your Winter Uniform to steal the robe from there you notice a brown thick A4 envelope on your bed. Strange… you weren’t expecting anything in the post. You only have two minutes before class, so you could either open the thick envelope and check its contents, or change into your more conservative winter uniform.

As you glance at your timetable you notice there is only one class. It’s a half day for Christmas Eve! You could probably go to the Magical Quarter later on if you wanted to buy Christmas presents for friends. (Presents will increase relationships with any student you buy one for.)

Vote here: http://strawpoll.me/4277694

AND vote for class here: http://strawpoll.me/4277724

Hermione

Horniness: 0%

Orgasm: 106% (Tingling)

Respect: 435/1000

You are viewed as: Flirty tease

Clothing:

Red Bra

Red Panties

Tight jumper

Slightly too short skirt

Regular shoes

You pick up the long brown envelope and curiously examine it. It feels heavy in your hands, almost half a kilogram. You finger the edge of the brown envelope and pull back, ripping it open. As you reach inside you pull out a black leather booklet, running your fingers over the fine crinkled surface.

Gold embroidered lettering over the surface reads, “Prom Dreams, Winter 2015 - Subject: Miss Hermione Manger.” You open it up to reveal numerous pictures of you taken in your prom dress at the Christmas market. After flicking through a few pages a small paper note falls out,

‘Thank you for being such a wonderful subject, Miss Manger.

Please find enclosed a copy of your pictures which will be published in Prom Dreams magazine. I am afraid that the images from your *other* photoshoot are currently under copyright protection with PlayWitch magazine. Until PlayWitch publishes their Christmas issue in June I shan’t be able to send you your other photos. I’m estimating that they will arrive sometime around the 28th December.

Best regards,

Rodger Raphealus

PS, if you fancy doing any more work for me I shall be operating a tent at the Edinburgh Magical Quarter until the 27th.”

You re-read the note quickly and flick through the photo album one more time. Rodger seems to have sent you eight of the best pictures. You add the elegant black book to your suitcase then prepare to head down to Bio-herbology.

When you finally arrive you are one of the last into the classroom. The teacher is eagerly lifting out plant pots filled with Milking Thistles.

“Oh God…” you mutter to yourself in embarassment.

“Today class, we are going to do something different. A couple of days ago a student almost got sucked dry by a milking thistle, so this is a self-defence class! When you are done you should know how to defend yourself from this troublesome nuisance of a plant.”

(Rolling 50+ bio-herbology test… 82 rolled! Pass!)

The lesson flies by as students grapple and wrestle against the molesting plants. A couple of students are grabbed pretty badly, but the teacher is quick to step in. In the end only one girl you recognised as Nicola got her breasts sucked, but you’re pretty sure she deliberately unbuttoned her shirt a bit to help the plant. It turns out that Milk Thistle Petals are a fairly valuable potion ingredient that sell for 6 gold per unit. Unfortunately you don’t know any potions that use them as an ingredient. In fact… you only really know two potions which are fairly simple to make.

“Good job Hermione!” the teacher remarks as you tie the plant’s tentacles in a knot before carefully picking the petals and handing them to her.

As you leave class you debate how to spend the last day before Christmas. Duelling club and Magical Artifacts society aren’t holding any events until the evening.

http://strawpoll.me/4279674

Hermione

Horniness: 15%

Orgasm: 100% (Tingling)

Respect: 435/1000

You are viewed as: Flirty tease

Clothing:

Red Bra

Red Panties

Tight jumper

Slightly too short skirt

Regular shoes

You set your sights on Rodger’s photography tent; you can probably earn some quick cash that way. Snow begins softly falling from the cloudy afternoon sky, settling on your thin jumper and giving you a chill.

The entrance to the tent flutters as you pull the tarpaulin back. A thin man is hunched over a small wooden desk with a calculator setting aside piles of money. Upon closer inspection it was definitely Rodger; his head turns up towards you and his eyes glow with anticipation excitement.

He stands up from his chair, extending his arms and brushing the snow from your shoulders.

“Miss Manger! How very nice to see you again!” he announces, his lyrical Irish voice melting the cold air, “Please, take a seat. Can I get you something hot to drink? Did you enjoy the final pictures I sent you?”

“Ah, I’m all right, thanks for offering though,” you begin before suddenly exclaiming, “Yes! I just got the pictures this morning! The look amazing.”

“I’m glad you like them, the toppless shoot will be ready soon. I just posted it off this morning, shame you didn’t drop by earlier or I could have handed it to you in person. Say, aren’t you supposed to be in school?” he winks at you.

“It’s just a half-day, term just ended,” you reply with a tinkling laugh.

“Well, in that case Happy Christmas! Now, let’s get down to brass tacks. I’m assuming you’re here for work. If you are willing, I have a couple of contracts that need fulfilled,” he pauses mid-sentence, arms flailing over his desk erratically. Suddenly his right hand pounces down with the precision of a drone strike, picking up a couple of sheets of paper.

“Now, I should inform you that there is a topless scene required for the bikini magazine. But we could always attempt some… strategic placement of your hands if you are willing to take a small cut in the payment you receive.”

You glance down at the two contracts in your hands. Both seem a little more risque than last time. The first one reads,

‘Summer Swimsuits 2016: Hot and Sexy Ladies - Hot and sexy ladies take to the beach in this 6 month (April-September) calendar. We need two hot ladies to model bikini shoots with three pictures each.

1. A cute swimsuit picture.

2. A risque swimsuit picture. (In this one the girl should lower her panties, or spread her legs and adopt a provocative pose. Loosening or removing of bra straps is acceptable too.)

3. A topless scene. (Ideally we are looking for a topless scene with panties on. However, the nipples may be covered by the girl’s hands or strategic placement of props or assets.)”

You set the paper aside and read over the second contract,

‘Dr. Denise’s Dinky Delicates requests a model for our new Spring Collection.

A set of photos is required of a (female) model wearing our new ‘Simply Scarlet Spring ’ set.

A.) Ask to do the Summer Swimsuit shoot. You can choose whether to do topless or nipples covered if this option wins. (+130 gold and minus minor amount of respect/minus moderate amount of respect if you do a topless shoot.)

B.) Ask to do the Dinky Delicates lingerie shoot (+84 gold and minus small amount of respect)

C.) Ask if he still does nude shoots (+169 gold and minus moderate amount of respect)

D.) Spend some time asking Rodger about the fashion and photography industry and see if he can offer you any advice, secrets, or tips.

E.) Ask him if you can do a shoot in a more conservative outfit. (Charisma test will be required. More conservative photoshoots, such as fully dressed ones, will raise your respect.)

Hermione

Horniness: 9%

Orgasm: 100% (Tingling)

Respect: 435/1000

You are viewed as: Flirty tease

Clothing:

Red Bra

Red Panties

Tight jumper

Slightly too short skirt

Regular shoes

“Let’s do the Summer Swimsuit calendar shoot,” you state, handing back the relevant contract.

“Great, if you could just sign your name along the bottom there,” he watches over your shoulder while you scrawl ‘Hermione Mranger’ on the dotted line.

“Good, good. Let’s begin. If you head into the back changing room you’ll find a red bikini, just put it on and head back out when you’re ready.”

You nod and head back into the small area sectioned off for changing, stripping out of your slutty school uniform and admiring the skimpy blood red bikini that has been left out. It’s at least two sizes too small, meaning your boobs will probably be pushed up much higher. After a stressful squeeze you slip into the tight two-piece swimsuit and anxiously head back out into the main room of the tent, feeling the soft rugs Rodger had laid out between your toes.

“Wow,” he whistled, watching you emerge from the changing room, “Have you… grown since I last saw you? They’re bigg- I mean, you’re… taller now. Yes… taller.”

You blush slightly at his failed attempt to cover his tracks. His eyes were glued to your exposed cleavage now, held together and accentuated by the tight article of clothing. You reached up and nervously shifted it about. There was perhaps half a centimeter of material either side of your nipples. Even a slight shift in your clothing could prove VERY dangerous to your reputation.

“Well Miss Manger, I’ve spread some sand on the floor over there and set up a blue backdrop to simulate the ocean. If you could just sit on your knees and gaze into the distance we can take the first set of pictures for the cute shot.

You move over to the sand and sit down in it with your legs crossed, imagining yourself on a real beach as you cross your legs and stare slightly to the right of the camera’s tripod. After a few seconds of fidgeting with his device the shutter flickers and several bright bursts of light illuminate your body.

*Snap Snap*

“Beautiful. That should do, let’s move onto the risque pose. How about you stand with your back to the camera, unfasten your bra clasp… yes! Just like that! Perfect! Actually, just lower your panties a bit too, expose the top of your ass. Good, just a little bit more- great. That’s looking swell. Now look over your shoulder at the camera. Bite your lip for me. HOLD THAT POSE!”

*Snap Snap*

“Stunning! Hold it a little longer. I’m gonna get a couple more angles.”

Rodger adjusts his tripod a little before taking a couple more shots of you, then giving a thumbs up.

“You’re gonna be the cutest little August they ever had,” he remarks, looking into the digital screen on his camera at his newest work, “You ready for the topless scene now?”

“Yeah, but I’m covering up with my hands.”

Rodgers face drops in disappointment, but he disappointedly agrees and turns around to let you remove your bra.

“Ok! I’m ready,” you announce, mushing your breasts together and covering your nipples by interlocking your fingers.

(Rolling resistance test 35+ resistance test… 85 rolled -2 for horniness=83. Pass!)

Unlike last time you manage to maintain your composure under the heat of the camera, keeping your fingers tightly locked, and even looking somewhat respectable!

*Snap snap*

Hermione

Horniness: 9%

Orgasm: 100% (Tingling)

Respect: 435/1000

You are viewed as: Flirty tease

Clothing:

Skimpy Red Bikini Top

Skimpy Red Bikini Bottoms

“Fantastic Hermione, that is us finished. I’ll let you get dressed, and you’ll get a copy of this calendar in the post sometime in a couple of weeks. The first test prints aren’t being made until early January.”

“Thanks,” you reply, walking into the changing room and redressing yourself.

As you emerge from the changing room Rodger hands you a small tie bag containing 102 gold coins.

“Looking forward to working with you again, Miss Manger.”

“You too, Rodger,” you reply with a smile. The relationship with him was much more equal this time now that you had some confidence doing photoshoots.

(+102 gold! No effect on respect! Your strong passing of the resistance test showed you coming across with confidence which offsets any negative effects!)

With 202 gold pieces now filling up your purse you decide to browse some stores. The first one to catch your eyes is a small store with the words, “Naughty Negligee Lingerie” emblazoned in shining bronze lettering against a black backdrop. Stepping inside you are greeted by a cute and eager shop assistant who shows you the latest wares. You aren’t certain, but you think she’s from Japan, probably using this job to finance her studies.

As she takes you around the store you recognise a couple of similar items from Dinky Delicates at the Christmas Market. Things are a little more expensive here though…

(Any items which get 7 votes or more will be put into a shortlist which you will take to the shop’s till. Then a second vote will happen on the shortlisted items to guarantee players don’t waste too much of their money in one shop. The first round of voting will be left open for a few hours. Some of the more expensive items may have random stat buffs. You won’t know their effects until you buy them, roll for item quality, and try them on.)

http://strawpoll.me/4289194

Hermione

Horniness: 4%

Orgasm: 100% (Tingling)

Respect: 435/1000

You are viewed as: Flirty tease

Clothing:

Red Bra

Red Panties

Tight jumper

Slightly too short skirt

Regular shoes

>>21395

The girl in the picture is what the shop assistant looks like btw.

If you want to know what any item of clothing looks like just ask and I'll post a picture.

For instance, the Christmas Undies look like this:

Could we have more Bogwarts, maybe?