Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
(c) 2002 Couture
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Later on, Harriet went back to her dorm room, and began outlining her plans in earnest. She idly twirled her pencil through her fingers, occasionally glancing at the door as if expecting something.
Suddenly, the door burst open and Heather stormed in fuming mad.
"What in the hell did you think you were doing in the cafeteria?"
"Exactly what you wanted," Harriet said, unperturbed.
"But-but," Heather stuttered. She couldn't help glancing down at Harriet's crotch, the curly haired girl wasn't even wearing her robe. Just a tight pair of BVD's which did little to hide the phallic shaped wand within. Heather found she couldn't keep her eyes off the protuberance. "Y- you're drawing too much attention . . . and why aren't you wearing your robe? We have class in a few minutes."
"Because it's hot in here," Harriet said. Her hand went down to her crotch and slid up and down bulge, outlining the shape. "Don't you think it's hot?"
Heather felt herself growing aroused and more than a little flushed at the erotic display. "Maybe a little," she admitted.
Harriet spread her legs wide and pressed down on her underwear, causing the mushroom shaped head to peak out from the fly of the briefs. "Maybe a lot," she said. Heather was entranced like a moth to a flame.
"Say Heather," Harriet asked in a unconcerned voice. "Where's my share of the money?"
"What money?"
"The money you've been making selling me - selling this." Harriet pointed down to her crotch. Now, two inches of the wand rose of from the band of Harriet's briefs.
Heather was clearly growing more and more anxious from this line of questioning and from the sight of her near nude roommate. "Ah-ah I'll give you your share later."
"Just how much is my share? What percent?"
"It's enough." Heather snapped. She was annoyed by Harriet's presumption. Heather knew it was high time to put the little upstart in her place.
"Greedy slut," Heather slyly whispered, advancing on the semi-nude girl. "My little whore-lock, you'll get what I give you and smile like the good little bitch boy you are."
Harriet couldn't help but to react to the dreadful filthy words. Her hands moved over her body caressing small breasts and nipples of their own volition. While she might not have control over her body, she still retained control of her mind, but not by much.
Heather reached beneath her robe and her panties fell into a puddle at her feet. She advanced on the writhing girl on the bed. "Come here," Harriet urged. "I'll do you. I'll do you just like I'll do everyone else. *For free*."
Heather stopped in her tracks.
"That's right," Harriet grinned. "I'll give it away. I'll flood the marketplace with wooden cock. Law of supply and demand Sweets. Let's see how much you can sell it for then."
They didn't cover economics at Frogwart's, but Heather wasn't stupid either. What Harriet said made sense. Who would want to buy a fuck, when they could get it for free? She stopped and stared at Harriet with a sudden new respect.
"Okay," Heather said. "Seventy-thirty."
Harriet took off her BVD's and leaned back against the wall. "You can do better than that Babe," she said, waggling her cock at Heather.
"Sixty-forty." Heather pulled her robe over her head. Her mousy brown triangle of hair was matted with moisture. She crawled into Harriet's lap, flung her hair back out of her face, and attempted to mount the hard phallus.
However, Harriet stopped her at the last moment. "Fifty- fifty and you ride for free."
"Deal," Heather gasped, as Harriet teased her with the wand, but didn't penetrate her.
"Good," Harriet said, finally allowing the blonde to mount her wooden cock. She wrapped her hands around Heather, firmly grasped the girl's tight arse and buried the dildo to the root. "Let's fuck on it."
And they did.
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After that, things were working out much better for Harriet. She had money. She had a map of the Frogwart's and its surrounding grounds courtesy of Candice. She had her homework being done by a young Redrobe.
Her only problems were: She hadn't been caught slipping the wand into any of her classmates and gotten thrown out of school as a result. It wasn't for lack of trying either. There had been some close calls, but so far she had escaped detection by the teachers.
And though she had more sex than she would have ever imagined - she was still no closer to an orgasm than she was since she arrived.
Her last problem had to do with the map of Frogwart's that Candice had given her. She had the map sure, but she didn't know how to use it. Well, she knew how to use a map alright, but Frogwart's was big and as impossible as it seems, it was even bigger inside than it was on the outside. Too big to search with her limited time.
But Harriet knew there had to be some way to scientifically approach the problem. Otherwise she could spend weeks exploring the massive structure. Yes, there had to be a mundane solution to this very magical problem.
"Hey, how-ya-doin toots?" asked a voice from underneath her, a voice that ought not to have been there.
"Oh shit!" Harriet screamed, jumping up out of her seat and landing hard on her bottom.
"Hey, watch the tail . . . watch the tail," warned the sleek black cat beneath her chair.
Harriet's heart was beating a mile a minute. She clutched a hand to her chest. "You scared the bejesus out of me. You shouldn't sneak up on people like that."
"Hey, I walk through walls. How-am-I *not* gonna sneak up on people? Besides, you've been a busy chick. I haven't wanted to interrupt you when you were shall we say 'occupied'", the cat said, it's whiskers wrinkling up as if in a grin. "Damn girl, you've been getting more pussy than I have."
Harriet felt her quim quiver. It even seemed to respond when the cat cussed - a cat that shouldn't be speaking, much less cussing and sounding a bit too much like Joe Pesci than a anyone should be allowed to.
"Are you the cat I saw back home?" Harriet asked.
"Who else would I be? There some other cat been impersonatin' me?" Blackie said.
"No," Harriet said, trying to calm the agitated cat. "But I wanted to be sure. You never know."
"Yeah, you never know." The black cat swished his tail indignantly then jumped up on the table Harriet was working at. "So, what's cookin'?"
Harriet picked the cat up and unceremoniously put it back on the floor.
"Hey!" the cat protested.
"You stay down there. This is people stuff." Harriet said, straightening the map on her desk. "Jesus! Shit!" she gasped, her chair screeching as she backpedaled, when the cat moved through the table and perched back on top of her desk. Yes, that's right, the cat moved through the table as if it wasn't even there, perched on top, and studied the map.
"Look Toots, I'm your familiar, so you better stop thinking of me as a cat. How many cats you know can talk? How many cats you know can jump through a table? How many cats you know can do this?"
"Do what?" asked the young sorceress.
"Close your eyes. Close your eyes and picture me in your mind."
Harriet did. Amazingly enough, she saw herself sitting there with her eyes closed. It was different though. It seemed more clear - brighter - bigger! Then the view shifted, and she was looking at a black furry paw right in front of her face. She licked it. It was then she realized what had happened.
"Wow! I can see through your eyes," Harriet said in amazement.
"Not bad huh?" said Blackie.
"Not bad *at all*," Harriet said. "Okay, you can come up on the table and see what I'm working on, but don't mess up anything. I'll tell you what I know so far. . ." The young sorceress filled the cat in on what she had seen and what she was trying to do to get to the bottom of Paige's mysterious death. She left out the part about getting thrown out of school. The cat didn't need to know about that. ". . . .and maybe now that you're here and can walk through walls, together we can solve this mystery."
"Sounds pretty good o' wanded one, but there is a slight problem with your plan," the cat seemed to swell in size, leapt up, and landed at the edge of the table. "I've already been looking! Even without a map, I've combed this cold dreary school from one side to the other and I haven't found a single thing - not one blasted thing. Then again, maybe I have, but I just can't remember it. What good is it going to do to search again, if I forget what I find?"
Harriet scratched the cat behind his ears, and his angry demeanor disappeared into a series of purrs. "You look so cute when you get mad," she giggled.
"Hey, stop it you. I'm a familiar, not a freakin' house pet."
"Listen, Blackie," Harriet said, picking the cat up, and holding it in her arms. "We don't just have to depend on your magic. Using the map, you are going to check out each room and the surrounding grounds in a logical manner. When you are done, we mark off the areas you remember visiting. If you don't remember an area, then *that* area is the one we want. Get it? The spell might make it hard to remember, but as long as we can still think, we can beat this thing."
"But how do we know if I forget?"
"Simple. You look at the map and pick ten rooms to search. You search them, come back here, put your little black paw in the ink well and mark the map, if you remember the area. The area without a black paw is the one we are looking for."
"You're pretty smart for a chick, Hotter . . . now give me a good scratch underneath my chin. Yes- there, right there," Blackie purred.
"I can see why they don't let housecat's talk," said Harriet.
