The Toy Quiz
Sex Magic Part 2: Toys - Better living through magic.
When potions and charms just aren't enough, that's when a witch or wizard brings out the toy box! Have fun playing and be sure to put your toys away when you are done. Oh, and lock them up, too. As you can see in these stories, you never know who might be watching!
Thanks to a_bees_buzz and ellaselenelupin for suggesting this sequel quiz theme.
This week's quiz was chosen by mrs_helenesnape who made the SSHG world tour in record time!
Adults Only Warning. Do not continue if you are under 18 years of age.
You have been warned.
The first fangirl who posts a perfect score will get to choose the next quiz. Who's our resident pervy toy expert?
Match the quote to the story title:
The Gentleman’s Ticky Box by lulabelle72 (This has been removed from the internet.)
Dice by anogete
Dad's Prosthesis by septentrion1970
’R’ Toys Us? by tonksinger
Pirate by ladyofthemasque
GeeLicious by mazzy2121
The Vibrator, the Witch and the Painting by sylvanawood
The Golden Ring by pervelicious (SS/HG/HP/RW)
Dark Roast by lady_rhian
Walking the Gray Line by ms_figg
Unconsidered Trifles by mundungus42 (SS/HG/LM)
Irreconcilable Differences by Scarlet Siren
1. The three of them sprang apart, but the poultrygeist didn’t seem to have noticed them. It was rifling through a wooden box.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, Professor,” said the poultrygeist, “but I’m taking inventory of naughty items, but I’m a bit out of my league.”
“I’m really rather busy at the moment,” said Severus through clenched teeth. “And as you can see, I have company.”
The poultrygeist seemed not to have heard them. “Now I’ve seen novelty playing cards, prophylactic devices, and lacy lingerie, but what on earth is this?” It held up a glass cylinder with a crude pump attached.
Lucius blanched. “No idea. And it’s definitely not mine.”
“And these!” exclaimed the spectre, holding up a string of large beads. “I thought it was a necklace that had been put with the rude things by mistake, but there’s no clasp!”
Severus cleared his throat. “I thought you said you’d lost those,” he said to Lucius sotto voce.
“Must have slipped my mind.”
“And this is no ordinary rubber ducky,” said the poultrygeist. “But I can’t for the unlife of me figure out exactly what it does. Oh!” it exclaimed, noticing Hermione and Lucius for the first time. It narrowed its eyes. “Wait just a moment. What’s going on in here?”
“Revision,” said Hermione, crossing her legs primly.
2. Just get what you came here for and get out, she mentally scolded.
Finding the aisle she’d been searching for, Hermione looked around at her choices. There were so many of them!
Magical vibrators were stacked on every shelf running along the entire back wall of the store. She quickly began reading various labels to find an adequate choice.
Tantalizing Tongues: This unique magical device will have witches squealing like a Banshee. She only need lie back and enjoy as the masterful tongue glides over her entire body. Don’t worry, ladies, this guy knows exactly where to go and what to do, and he never gets tongue-tied!
Oh my.
The Gorgeous Engorger: This combination potion and vibrator allows a witch to enjoy a daydream fantasy of her perfect wizard while the extra-large organ thrusts and grinds to pleasure her into pure bliss.
Curiosity caused Hermione to open this package, wanting a first hand look at just how extra-large the Engorger really was.
Good God! Even a working girl wouldn’t need something that big!
3. This is the weirdest dream, Hermione thought. She sat up on the bed and looked around. That room was just as comfortable as the other one and had similar furniture and facilities, except that there were several strange contraptions on top of the chest of drawers. Hermione felt her curiosity challenged-she’d call it scientific zeal-and walked over to take a closer look at the contraptions.
There were two pairs of handcuffs, lined with velvet. There were several rings and clamps, a leather whip, a blindfold, and something longish, shaped like a cock. She took it in her hand; it felt remarkably good. Smooth and warm, almost like real skin. A soft squeeze, and the thing began vibrating.
I’ll be damned, Hermione thought. Here’s my vibrator.
The temptation to try it out right there and then was very strong, but Hermione resisted. If she looked closely enough, maybe she’d find out which charms were used to enchant the thing.
4. "Are they always like this?" Snape inquired, his cock still twitching despite the scene in front of him.
"Actually, they're better behaved than they usually are. Must be because they've both come at least twice today. I used to think it was sexual tension. Now I'm not so sure."
"How incredibly tedious."
"Oh, you have no idea," Potter said as he trailed his hand down Snape's thigh.
Weasley continued removing a stunning array of sexual toys and aids from the bag, tossing them angrily on the bed behind Snape and Potter. Vibrators, cock rings of assorted shapes and colors, an enormous double-headed dildo - perhaps there was even more she wasn't sharing with the boys - followed by eight containers of flavored lube, handcuffs, and paddles sailed over his and Potter's head.
"Ron, stop it! You're making a horrible mess of my bag! I've got everything organized by size and frequency of use!"
"Of course you do. What, they aren't color-coded too?" Weasley sneered.
5. Hm. That was odd. He looked down at the paper in his lap. Why did the quill not work on it? Absently, he softly tapped his index finger on the "No" box.
He did not notice Hermione stiffen in her seat.
Did the box... Wait. Did the box seem to... give, just a little? He tapped again, a bit harder.
Hermione inhaled slowly, placing her hands on the edge of the table.
Yes, the box did seem to give a little. Placing the tip of his finger squarely in the middle of the "No" box, he began to push it in. When he was up to his first knuckle, he realized that the box not only let him push into it, but it felt soft and snug around his finger. It felt warm. Hm. Was this a trap of some sort? He pulled out quickly.
Hermione squeaked. He looked up at her. Her face was flushed, and she was blinking rather oddly at him. He raised an eyebrow. She raised both of hers back at him. He thought of asking what was wrong with her, but decided it was probably her horrific greens getting to her. Served her right. He looked back down at the parchment. Quietly drawing his wand, he cast a variety of simple disarming spells over the paper. Satisfied, he tapped the box hard and buried his finger to the second knuckle.
Hermione gasped and jumped up. She left the staff room in a bit of a hurry, he noted, and also, she was walking funny.
6. "I did no such thing!" he exclaimed, but his words were drowned out by the cacophony of laughter that could no longer be suppressed filling the room. Even Lupin was laughing so hard he had tears running down his face, the traitor. Locking eyes with his soon to be ex-wife, he growled, "This. Means. War."
She quirked an eyebrow and mouthed, "Bring it on."
Severus stood, raising is voice above the cackles and full belly laughs. "Perhaps, *Madam Granger-Snape,* we should also inform the court of your penchant for...how shall I say this... feminine apparatuses?"
She turned red from the roots of her hair to the neckline of her robes. "Severus, don't."
"Oh yes, my dear. I think I will. Hermione has quite a collection, you see. She even belongs to a "Vibe of the Month" club she enrolled in at a sex shop in Muggle London. Each month, it's a new toy -- single penetrating, double penetrating, ones to go into the shower with her, ones with pearl beads inside, ones shaped like rabbit heads. She has every color in the rainbow, every speed imaginable and the largest supply of batteries, I believe they're called, known to man.
"I ask you, how am I to compete with that?"
7. He had reached her skirt hemline, rucking the navy woolen material up along with the black cotton of her robes. Her muscles tensed and relaxed, quivering under his relentless touch. Something moist brushed against his index finger, and she froze under his touch. Severus stilled as well, before sliding his hands up a little higher, and inward a little more. Encountering more of her knickerless flesh. Her hot and most undeniably wet, knickerless flesh.
Severus collapsed to his knees, his legs unable to support him anymore. Partially out of shock, and partially out of nearly every last drop of blood cramming itself into his burning, throbbing loins. Shoving up the folds of her robes, the hem of her skirt, Severus exposed that flesh. His hands fumbled a moment with the material, before he had it piled on the small of her back, out of his way. A shocking sight met his eyes.
Something clear and oval-shaped met his gaze. The base of an arse-plug. She had come to her detention sans knickers and with a sex-toy lodged in her fundament. A groan escaped his throat as her musk perfumed the air in a warm cloud of mind-dazing lust. She came here, to him , with that thing in her body waiting to surprise him!
8. Miss Granger,
Here is your weekly personal allotment. I will leave this amount for you in this area each Sunday evening for your weekly needs unless you tell me you need more in which case I will accommodate you. This money is ONLY to be spent on your personal needs. Any items used for your research are to be purchased from my accounts, which I have temporarily set up with permissions for you to use. I keep careful tabs on spending however, so save all receipts and place them in the top drawer of my writing desk in the living room.
I have also left you a coupon. Please utilize it. It is good at anytime and has no expiration date.
SS
Hermione’s mouth formed an “O” as she read the coupon for Cedric’s Sexual Symposium. At first she started to tear it up…but after a moment’s thought…stuck it in her pocket. It wouldn’t hurt to browse the store, particularly since the Potions Master’s performances might be few and far between and, well, rather one-sided when they did engage. A witch had to look after her needs, and since she was cut off from other male companionship during Severus’ patronage, something from Cedric’s might come in handy. She changed her robe, choosing one that had a hidden hood tucked down in the collar. If she went to the sex symposium, she’d be sure to be wearing it.
9. Ginny perused the items in Hermione’s velvet-red drawstring shopping bag. She groaned. “They’re red versions of your normal knickers.”
“Well, yes!” Hermione exclaimed. “I’m not adventurous, nor am I particularly sexually active …”
“I gave you a great Muggle contraption, Hermione.”
“The Rabbit vibrator is quite exceptional.”
“But it’s not racy lingerie!” Ginny said rather loudly, drawing a few amused glances from the other witches in the shop. “Here’s what I have,” she said, reaching into her black silk shopping bag.
“What bag do they give the pink girls, by chance?”
“Cotton. Awfully boring, if you ask me. Bras with flowers shooting out from the nipples, it’s really rather girly… ah! Here they are,” Ginny exclaimed, setting her pending purchases on a table of red sex toys (the feathers were very unrealistic, Hermione thought).
Hermione looked at the three pairs of black underwear. The first was standard kinky Ginny - black leather. She sighed knowingly, eliciting giggles from her friend, and moved on to the next. Black and green lace. “Branching out, are we?” she asked.
“I figure that if the green is below the belt, it won’t make me look like a Christmas present.”
Hermione nodded, and moved to the third. She heard Ginny whisper a charm, and, all of a sudden, the thong sprung to life on the table, vibrating harshly against the silk tablecloth, causing the table itself to shake.
“Ginny!” she screeched. “Make it stop!”
With another murmur, the commotion was gone.
“What in the bloody hell was that?” Hermione asked, eyes narrowing.
Ginny was looking a little too smug for her own good, Hermione thought. Ginny grinned. “It is the latest in the Illusion Vibrating line. That was the highest power setting. Think of what that could do to a witch!” Ginny exclaimed.
10. Severus was lifting a racy black corset from the heap of sex toys and sexy undergarments their sons had thrown on the floor.
“I had nearly forgotten about this,” he mused.
Hermione’s breath caught. She remembered herself and her husband wearing matching corsets and making love on the windowsill.
“I think Aurelius and Albus will be mortified enough, and won’t try to get out of their room for at least an hour.”
Severus’s words were turning Hermione’s internal heating on.
“An hour?” she croaked.
“It should be enough time for us to reminisce, don’t you think?”
When potions and charms just aren't enough, that's when a witch or wizard brings out the toy box! Have fun playing and be sure to put your toys away when you are done. Oh, and lock them up, too. As you can see in these stories, you never know who might be watching!
Thanks to a_bees_buzz and ellaselenelupin for suggesting this sequel quiz theme.
This week's quiz was chosen by mrs_helenesnape who made the SSHG world tour in record time!
Adults Only Warning. Do not continue if you are under 18 years of age.
You have been warned.
The first fangirl who posts a perfect score will get to choose the next quiz. Who's our resident pervy toy expert?
Match the quote to the story title:
The Gentleman’s Ticky Box by lulabelle72 (This has been removed from the internet.)
Dice by anogete
Dad's Prosthesis by septentrion1970
’R’ Toys Us? by tonksinger
Pirate by ladyofthemasque
GeeLicious by mazzy2121
The Vibrator, the Witch and the Painting by sylvanawood
The Golden Ring by pervelicious (SS/HG/HP/RW)
Dark Roast by lady_rhian
Walking the Gray Line by ms_figg
Unconsidered Trifles by mundungus42 (SS/HG/LM)
Irreconcilable Differences by Scarlet Siren
1. The three of them sprang apart, but the poultrygeist didn’t seem to have noticed them. It was rifling through a wooden box.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, Professor,” said the poultrygeist, “but I’m taking inventory of naughty items, but I’m a bit out of my league.”
“I’m really rather busy at the moment,” said Severus through clenched teeth. “And as you can see, I have company.”
The poultrygeist seemed not to have heard them. “Now I’ve seen novelty playing cards, prophylactic devices, and lacy lingerie, but what on earth is this?” It held up a glass cylinder with a crude pump attached.
Lucius blanched. “No idea. And it’s definitely not mine.”
“And these!” exclaimed the spectre, holding up a string of large beads. “I thought it was a necklace that had been put with the rude things by mistake, but there’s no clasp!”
Severus cleared his throat. “I thought you said you’d lost those,” he said to Lucius sotto voce.
“Must have slipped my mind.”
“And this is no ordinary rubber ducky,” said the poultrygeist. “But I can’t for the unlife of me figure out exactly what it does. Oh!” it exclaimed, noticing Hermione and Lucius for the first time. It narrowed its eyes. “Wait just a moment. What’s going on in here?”
“Revision,” said Hermione, crossing her legs primly.
2. Just get what you came here for and get out, she mentally scolded.
Finding the aisle she’d been searching for, Hermione looked around at her choices. There were so many of them!
Magical vibrators were stacked on every shelf running along the entire back wall of the store. She quickly began reading various labels to find an adequate choice.
Tantalizing Tongues: This unique magical device will have witches squealing like a Banshee. She only need lie back and enjoy as the masterful tongue glides over her entire body. Don’t worry, ladies, this guy knows exactly where to go and what to do, and he never gets tongue-tied!
Oh my.
The Gorgeous Engorger: This combination potion and vibrator allows a witch to enjoy a daydream fantasy of her perfect wizard while the extra-large organ thrusts and grinds to pleasure her into pure bliss.
Curiosity caused Hermione to open this package, wanting a first hand look at just how extra-large the Engorger really was.
Good God! Even a working girl wouldn’t need something that big!
3. This is the weirdest dream, Hermione thought. She sat up on the bed and looked around. That room was just as comfortable as the other one and had similar furniture and facilities, except that there were several strange contraptions on top of the chest of drawers. Hermione felt her curiosity challenged-she’d call it scientific zeal-and walked over to take a closer look at the contraptions.
There were two pairs of handcuffs, lined with velvet. There were several rings and clamps, a leather whip, a blindfold, and something longish, shaped like a cock. She took it in her hand; it felt remarkably good. Smooth and warm, almost like real skin. A soft squeeze, and the thing began vibrating.
I’ll be damned, Hermione thought. Here’s my vibrator.
The temptation to try it out right there and then was very strong, but Hermione resisted. If she looked closely enough, maybe she’d find out which charms were used to enchant the thing.
4. "Are they always like this?" Snape inquired, his cock still twitching despite the scene in front of him.
"Actually, they're better behaved than they usually are. Must be because they've both come at least twice today. I used to think it was sexual tension. Now I'm not so sure."
"How incredibly tedious."
"Oh, you have no idea," Potter said as he trailed his hand down Snape's thigh.
Weasley continued removing a stunning array of sexual toys and aids from the bag, tossing them angrily on the bed behind Snape and Potter. Vibrators, cock rings of assorted shapes and colors, an enormous double-headed dildo - perhaps there was even more she wasn't sharing with the boys - followed by eight containers of flavored lube, handcuffs, and paddles sailed over his and Potter's head.
"Ron, stop it! You're making a horrible mess of my bag! I've got everything organized by size and frequency of use!"
"Of course you do. What, they aren't color-coded too?" Weasley sneered.
5. Hm. That was odd. He looked down at the paper in his lap. Why did the quill not work on it? Absently, he softly tapped his index finger on the "No" box.
He did not notice Hermione stiffen in her seat.
Did the box... Wait. Did the box seem to... give, just a little? He tapped again, a bit harder.
Hermione inhaled slowly, placing her hands on the edge of the table.
Yes, the box did seem to give a little. Placing the tip of his finger squarely in the middle of the "No" box, he began to push it in. When he was up to his first knuckle, he realized that the box not only let him push into it, but it felt soft and snug around his finger. It felt warm. Hm. Was this a trap of some sort? He pulled out quickly.
Hermione squeaked. He looked up at her. Her face was flushed, and she was blinking rather oddly at him. He raised an eyebrow. She raised both of hers back at him. He thought of asking what was wrong with her, but decided it was probably her horrific greens getting to her. Served her right. He looked back down at the parchment. Quietly drawing his wand, he cast a variety of simple disarming spells over the paper. Satisfied, he tapped the box hard and buried his finger to the second knuckle.
Hermione gasped and jumped up. She left the staff room in a bit of a hurry, he noted, and also, she was walking funny.
6. "I did no such thing!" he exclaimed, but his words were drowned out by the cacophony of laughter that could no longer be suppressed filling the room. Even Lupin was laughing so hard he had tears running down his face, the traitor. Locking eyes with his soon to be ex-wife, he growled, "This. Means. War."
She quirked an eyebrow and mouthed, "Bring it on."
Severus stood, raising is voice above the cackles and full belly laughs. "Perhaps, *Madam Granger-Snape,* we should also inform the court of your penchant for...how shall I say this... feminine apparatuses?"
She turned red from the roots of her hair to the neckline of her robes. "Severus, don't."
"Oh yes, my dear. I think I will. Hermione has quite a collection, you see. She even belongs to a "Vibe of the Month" club she enrolled in at a sex shop in Muggle London. Each month, it's a new toy -- single penetrating, double penetrating, ones to go into the shower with her, ones with pearl beads inside, ones shaped like rabbit heads. She has every color in the rainbow, every speed imaginable and the largest supply of batteries, I believe they're called, known to man.
"I ask you, how am I to compete with that?"
7. He had reached her skirt hemline, rucking the navy woolen material up along with the black cotton of her robes. Her muscles tensed and relaxed, quivering under his relentless touch. Something moist brushed against his index finger, and she froze under his touch. Severus stilled as well, before sliding his hands up a little higher, and inward a little more. Encountering more of her knickerless flesh. Her hot and most undeniably wet, knickerless flesh.
Severus collapsed to his knees, his legs unable to support him anymore. Partially out of shock, and partially out of nearly every last drop of blood cramming itself into his burning, throbbing loins. Shoving up the folds of her robes, the hem of her skirt, Severus exposed that flesh. His hands fumbled a moment with the material, before he had it piled on the small of her back, out of his way. A shocking sight met his eyes.
Something clear and oval-shaped met his gaze. The base of an arse-plug. She had come to her detention sans knickers and with a sex-toy lodged in her fundament. A groan escaped his throat as her musk perfumed the air in a warm cloud of mind-dazing lust. She came here, to him , with that thing in her body waiting to surprise him!
8. Miss Granger,
Here is your weekly personal allotment. I will leave this amount for you in this area each Sunday evening for your weekly needs unless you tell me you need more in which case I will accommodate you. This money is ONLY to be spent on your personal needs. Any items used for your research are to be purchased from my accounts, which I have temporarily set up with permissions for you to use. I keep careful tabs on spending however, so save all receipts and place them in the top drawer of my writing desk in the living room.
I have also left you a coupon. Please utilize it. It is good at anytime and has no expiration date.
SS
Hermione’s mouth formed an “O” as she read the coupon for Cedric’s Sexual Symposium. At first she started to tear it up…but after a moment’s thought…stuck it in her pocket. It wouldn’t hurt to browse the store, particularly since the Potions Master’s performances might be few and far between and, well, rather one-sided when they did engage. A witch had to look after her needs, and since she was cut off from other male companionship during Severus’ patronage, something from Cedric’s might come in handy. She changed her robe, choosing one that had a hidden hood tucked down in the collar. If she went to the sex symposium, she’d be sure to be wearing it.
9. Ginny perused the items in Hermione’s velvet-red drawstring shopping bag. She groaned. “They’re red versions of your normal knickers.”
“Well, yes!” Hermione exclaimed. “I’m not adventurous, nor am I particularly sexually active …”
“I gave you a great Muggle contraption, Hermione.”
“The Rabbit vibrator is quite exceptional.”
“But it’s not racy lingerie!” Ginny said rather loudly, drawing a few amused glances from the other witches in the shop. “Here’s what I have,” she said, reaching into her black silk shopping bag.
“What bag do they give the pink girls, by chance?”
“Cotton. Awfully boring, if you ask me. Bras with flowers shooting out from the nipples, it’s really rather girly… ah! Here they are,” Ginny exclaimed, setting her pending purchases on a table of red sex toys (the feathers were very unrealistic, Hermione thought).
Hermione looked at the three pairs of black underwear. The first was standard kinky Ginny - black leather. She sighed knowingly, eliciting giggles from her friend, and moved on to the next. Black and green lace. “Branching out, are we?” she asked.
“I figure that if the green is below the belt, it won’t make me look like a Christmas present.”
Hermione nodded, and moved to the third. She heard Ginny whisper a charm, and, all of a sudden, the thong sprung to life on the table, vibrating harshly against the silk tablecloth, causing the table itself to shake.
“Ginny!” she screeched. “Make it stop!”
With another murmur, the commotion was gone.
“What in the bloody hell was that?” Hermione asked, eyes narrowing.
Ginny was looking a little too smug for her own good, Hermione thought. Ginny grinned. “It is the latest in the Illusion Vibrating line. That was the highest power setting. Think of what that could do to a witch!” Ginny exclaimed.
10. Severus was lifting a racy black corset from the heap of sex toys and sexy undergarments their sons had thrown on the floor.
“I had nearly forgotten about this,” he mused.
Hermione’s breath caught. She remembered herself and her husband wearing matching corsets and making love on the windowsill.
“I think Aurelius and Albus will be mortified enough, and won’t try to get out of their room for at least an hour.”
Severus’s words were turning Hermione’s internal heating on.
“An hour?” she croaked.
“It should be enough time for us to reminisce, don’t you think?”