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bronze_ribbonsTitle: Menage à Mollusk (et...)
Because:
(1) It's V's birthday! Have a great time at Hollygrove, sweetie!
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catrinella and pixychelle just had to rabbit on about the actual logistics of squid sex. With links and all. How the hell was proposal-drafting going to compete with that?
Words: 100
Rating: R, I guess? I mean, I mention a penis, but it's the squid's. That's worksafe, innit?
Pairings: Squid/Snape, Willow/Snape, hint of Lupin/Snape
Warnings: Er, crack. Avec bestiality, swinging (so to speak), and hint of mpreg.
P.S. I'm singing in two Water Communion services 4.5 hours from now. Ah, timing.
The simultaneous bliss and agony of receiving the Dark Mark had been nothing compared to this. As the Squid repeatedly stabbed his forearms with its hypodermic penis, Snape thrashed and moaned and gibbered ludicrous vows to bathe in the lake daily. He had succumbed to the depths of orgasmic unconsciousness long before the Squid cheerfully lobbed him toward the foot of the Whomping Willow, who proceeded to smother him lovingly and lavishly with hundreds of yellow nodules of pollen.
When Lupin emerged from the Shrieking Shack, he immediately grasped what had transpired. "Time for the Squillow nursery," he muttered.
Because:
(1) It's V's birthday! Have a great time at Hollygrove, sweetie!
(2)
catrinella and pixychelle just had to rabbit on about the actual logistics of squid sex. With links and all. How the hell was proposal-drafting going to compete with that?Words: 100
Rating: R, I guess? I mean, I mention a penis, but it's the squid's. That's worksafe, innit?
Pairings: Squid/Snape, Willow/Snape, hint of Lupin/Snape
Warnings: Er, crack. Avec bestiality, swinging (so to speak), and hint of mpreg.
P.S. I'm singing in two Water Communion services 4.5 hours from now. Ah, timing.
The simultaneous bliss and agony of receiving the Dark Mark had been nothing compared to this. As the Squid repeatedly stabbed his forearms with its hypodermic penis, Snape thrashed and moaned and gibbered ludicrous vows to bathe in the lake daily. He had succumbed to the depths of orgasmic unconsciousness long before the Squid cheerfully lobbed him toward the foot of the Whomping Willow, who proceeded to smother him lovingly and lavishly with hundreds of yellow nodules of pollen.
When Lupin emerged from the Shrieking Shack, he immediately grasped what had transpired. "Time for the Squillow nursery," he muttered.