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Harry Potter: Monster Girl Quest	By : Almister Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 196491 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 31
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Finding Ron took less time than expected. He and his brothers were still up on their brooms when he found them in the 'usual clearing'. Someone had hung a few hoops up in the neighboring trees, and the three were taking turns tossing a ball around.
Despite how much fun it looked, I passed on the opportunity to join in, instead pondering over how to assign my new points.
From two levels, I had 10 points to split between stats. While my mental stats were no longer abysmal, I wasn't quite satisfied with them yet. That, and my physical stats were still in the toilette until I could cure my malnutrition.
"What to do, what to do..." Thinking back, I didn't exactly last too long with the Gnome. Though she seemed more depressed that my balls emptied after three shots. I can't expect every girl to have the same expectations. So I'd need to work on my endurance. Checking the menu, my constitution was a lowly 8.
Spending 6 points brought it up to a rather decent 14. That left me with four points to split between wisdom and intelligence, bringing both up to 15.
The next part was abilities. I wasn't sure if I got an even 25 per level, or 20 for level 2 and 30 for level 3, but either way I had 50 to spend. I was pondering how to spend them earlier when a thought occurred to me.
I can spend them whenever I like. I could, theoretically, save a few points and spend them when I encounter a situation where I need them. Thinking that way, I decided to put aside half of my points for now, only using them when I need them or when I next level up.
The remaining 25 I distribute evenly between Speech, Reading, Logic, Problem Solving, and more Sex Appeal. That should round off the necessary mental skills for a while, while keeping me ahead of the curve on the attractiveness side of things.
That done, I decided to go explore the area a bit, to see if I could find anything interesting. I waved off Ron's questions about where I was off to by claiming a need to piss.
I'm not sure what I was expecting to find. I mean, Ottery St. Catchpole is a magical neighborhood sure, but random encounters with magical beings had to be rare and-
Is that singing?
"O, chì, chì mi na mòrbheanna;
O, chì, chì mi na còrrbheanna;
O, chì, chì mi na coireachan,
Chì mi na sgoran fo cheò."
I round the corner to find a girl, younger than myself, dressed in a blue sundress, traipsing through the forest. Her blonde hair practically glistens in the light of the afternoon, and there's a sort of ethereal grace to her movements as she frolics, singing happily between the trees.
"Identify" I whisper, unable to take my eyes off the girl.
Luna Lovegood. [Level 1] [Half-fey]
Half-fey are one of the most accepted half-breeds among magical society, mostly due to the difficulties inherent in locating them among wizards and witches. Their innate magical abilities vary based on parentage and lineage, though many possess the grace of the fairfolk and enhanced senses. Illusion based abilities are not uncommon, nor is precognitive abilities. Fey in general tend to think in abstract ways, and are prone to wild imaginations and impossible trains of thought. They also tend to be capricious, and are quite vengeful if angered.
I blink, trying to puzzle out the meaning of the words. Was it warning me not to approach? Or simply telling me not to be a complete berk?
And then I notice the singing has stopped. She's spotted me, quite obviously from how she's looking at me. I take a moment to observe her as she observes me. She's thin, slight, but there's a grace to her thin hips and barely budding breasts.
Her face is similar, smooth and slightly pointed, her skin pale and framed quite well by her blonde hair. But my eyes are drawn immediately to her eyes, they're slightly too large for her face, and surrounded by her glasses.
I feel a twinge of heat within me at the sight. My body begins to warm up, as I find my eyes tracing the way her metal frames surround her face. The way the lenses rest upon her narrow cheek bones. The way the light catches in them, causing her eyes to practically sparkle...
Wait, what? Why am I so entranced by her glasses? Why am I getting turned on?
That would be the first of your 'kink's I suppose.
So I have a thing for girls in glasses now? Wonderful...
"Hello." She ventures, her voice airy and pleasant, as if her mind was far away. "Are you Harry Potter?"
I nod dumbly in response, trying to tear my eyes from her glasses.
"Oh... I was expecting Tam Lin, to be honest." I blink, puzzling over her words.
"Tam Lin?" I ask, taking a step forward. A friend of hers perhaps?
"A fairy prince, who comes to steal away the virginity of young maidens who wander in forests." She replies quite frankly, causing me to nearly choke.
"Ah..." I begin, trying to find words. "Well, I'm not Tam Lin." I pause awkwardly, trying to find a good way of adding 'but I'd bend you over for an hour or so.'
"No. You're a different fairy, pretending to be Harry Potter." She replies quite simply.
"I'm actually Harry Potter though." I protest.
"Oh no. You're most certainly an imposter, playing upon my fantasies to get me all hot and bothered." She replies with a dreamy smile.
"Fantasies?" I blink, trying to follow her train of thought.
"Don't pretend you don't know already." She crosses her arms. "Don't think it'll work either. I may be more than willing to spread my legs for the real Harry Potter, but an obvious fake like you won't be so lucky."
"I am the real Harry Potter though. I'm staying with the Weasley's, over there, at the Burrow. Ron's my best friend." I explain.
"Ginny's mentioned Ron's friendship with him... But that's just the excuse you need to pull off a stunt like this." She shakes her head stubbornly.
I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration, trying to think of some way to convince her. "Alright. Suppose I'm an imposter. If I don't get to have my way with you, what do I get?"
"Well, you're doing a convincing job of it so far. So I suppose we can reenact one of my fantasies..." She purses her lips in thought. "How about the one where I'm asleep upon the grass, and Harry Potter, fresh from a great battle, exhausted and parched, comes upon me, to drink from the lily of the valley."
"The what of the what?" I boggle, blinking a few times. She rolls her eyes, the sight magnificent behind her silver frames.
"You're doing a wonderful job, really, but you don't have to pretend quite so much. I lay here, you come upon me, and give me pleasure. Orally." She explains, pointing several times in the process, raising an eyebrow when she's finished.
"Oh. Ah, I suppose I can do that. What do I get in return?" I blush, already feeling the painful tent in my trousers.
"... To pleasure me orally?" She ventures, tilting her head in confusion.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. It's difficult, compounded with the resistance I'm putting up to admiring the way her glasses rest upon those wonderfu-
"Alright. I suppose I can do that. Is there any specific way?" I trail off, raising an eyebrow. She sighs, lowering herself down so that she's leaning on her elbows in the grass. One leg raises, flashing me a shot of her stark white panties beneath her dress.
I'm almost compelled to follow after her, lowering myself to my knees before her, my head already dipping downwards. I take a moment to brush my cheek against her smooth thigh, giving it a soft kiss as I approach. Her soft giggle in response encourages me to kiss along her inner thigh as I work my way upwards towards the soft cotton panties ahead.
There's a soft scent in the air, a mild freshness that I wouldn't equate with the usual musk of sex, but it urges me on none-the less. I reach up with both hands, gently cupping the smooth skin of her bottom as I drag the fabric downwards.
It's a refreshing feeling, lacking the urgent, frantic, almost violent feel of the coupling earlier. I'm in control here, and the pale pink lips ahead of me dripping a drop of almost nectar-like fluid are at my mercy.
I lean in and place a gentle kiss against them, collecting the fluid and spreading it across my lips with the tip of my tongue. There's a tanginess to it, but it's not unpleasant. More than the taste, the gasp of surprise eggs me on, drawing me in like a magnet to kiss her once more.
I'll admit I'm not a master lover, I'm clumsy at first, kissing wildly across her pelvis, listening to her gasps, using it like sonar to pick up her sensitive bits. The ginormous book Hermione made me read to answer all of my questions about sex help a little, but I'm certainly going to be perusing the codex for details in the future.
Eventually I find the hidden little nub of flesh that causes her to buck like my tongue is electric. I prod it gently, carefully, listening to the song of her moans change in volume and tempo, occasionally dipping lower to push into her hole.
I find I love the feeling of how her rather narrow tunnel seems to stretch and squeeze around my probing tongue, like it's trying to pull me in, begging for more as surely as her moans of pleasure. The taste has grown on me, becoming almost enjoyable, and I make sure to move between her nub and the well of the nectar frequently, to avoid spilling any.
When she's finally at her limit, her hands threading in my hair, her thighs clutching at my face, I step it up. I pinch my lips around the sensitive button, sucking hard to draw it into my mouth, and begin to flick the very tip of my tongue across it rapidly. She seizes up, bucking wildly with her hips as her back arches.
Dimly, I curse the dress that hides my face, preventing me from seeing the expression of bliss she's wearing. I wonder how that expression would look, framed by her glasses...
Eventually she goes limp, allowing me to pull back and wipe my face. She lays there, panting on the grass, a small satisfied smile gracing her usual dreamy expression. "Well... That was quite wonderful. Thank you."
"You know, I really am Harry Potter." I venture, painfully aware of the erection in my pants.
"If you really are, then I imagine I'll owe you a blowjob, when I see you on the train." She giggles, fixing her underwear and rising to her feet.
"I'll hold you to that." I sigh, standing up as well.
Partial Encounter Complete: Luna Lovegood, level 1, 100exp

Achievement Unlocked: Chivalrous 200exp (Give more orgasms than you receive during a single encounter)

Orator 500exp (Give oral sex for the first time)

Total 4400exp
Huh. No new level, no bonuses for conquering... No actual conquer option. I suppose I need to cum inside a girl for it to count. Still, the bonuses for the two achievements make this worthwhile, even if giving oral to a cute girl wasn't worth my time, which it totally was.
I can't help but part ways with the odd girl with a smile on my face. I cleaned my face the best I could, but the scent still lingers with me.
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I'm on my way back to the Burrow when I hear the odd sound of 'yelping' coming from my left. I leave the trail momentarily, carefully picking my way through the trees until I find what I'm looking for. A small fox is trapped, it's back foot pinned in an old rusted trap hidden well beneath the foliage.
It's muggle-made, at a glance. I'm not sure how long it's been laying there, but it probably predates Oddery St. Catchpole as a wizarding community.
I step forward cautiously. By now the fox has spotted me, and is looking up at me with a mixture of hope and apprehension. "Hey there girl..." I'm not sure how I immediately pick out the golden fox as a female, but I somehow know. "It's alright. I'm here to help."
I speak to her the same way I speak to Hedwig, as if she were entirely capable of understanding me. It's unusual, probably, but I'm so used to having no one to speak to from growing up, that it's become a habit.
That, and the times I do speak to animals, like snakes, sometimes they speak back.
The fox relaxes, letting me approach and get a good look. Her back right leg is an absolute mess, the trap pinning it in place pinching and tearing at the flesh. I breath out a slow breath, fighting the squeamishness that rises from the sight of blood and gore. "Alright. I'm going to open the trap, I want you, when I say so, to raise your leg very, very slowly. When you're clear if the trap I'm going to tell you to stop, and then close the trap again, so it won't hurt anyone else. Understand?"
The fox doesn't respond, obviously, instead staring at me with curiously intelligent eyes. I reach out, grasping each end of the trap, and begin to pry it apart. It's difficult, the spring and the joints are all rusted, but I manage to pry the teeth apart a few inches. The fox whimpers and whines as the teeth grind against her wound, but she remains still until the trap is open almost completely.
"Alright, it's safe." Sure enough, she raises her leg and hobbles forward, clear of the trap entirely. I let the trap snap shut, and scoop it up, no sense leaving it here for someone else to find. Glancing over, I notice how badly the fox is hurt. "I can't leave you like that. Come here, I'll take you to the Burrow and see if Mrs. Weasley can fix you up."
The fox glances around warily, as if looking for an easy way to escape, but whines as it attempts to move. "Come on, I'm not going to hurt you, promise."
She seems to relent, and I bend down to carefully scoop her into my arms, carefully holding her so that I don't bump her around while running to the Burrow.
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Achievement Unlocked: Friend to the Animals +5 Empathy
Huh. I'd forgotten that I could get achievements for things other than sex. The little fox is on the kitchen table at the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley was rather put out at my request to heal the animal, claiming it would just be one more fox trying to get at her chickens. I'd vouched for her though, and given my best puppy-dog look, convincing her to fix the poor animal right up.
At the moment, I'm flipping through the codex in my mind, brushing up on all sorts of nifty things. It's a lot like having a well organized library in my mind, if that library contained an impossible amount of information, and a search function.
The first, and most prominent detail I realized was that I don't exactly freeze time while in the menu. Sure it seems to slow down, but I can't spend an hour or so reading and expect no one to notice that I zone out for a few minutes.
The second thing, is that apparently bits of the codex are locked, depending on my intelligence and some of my abilities. For instance, the section on Runes provides one of the most comprehensive overviews of runes and their purposes I've ever read. The following sections, on actual runes and their uses is completely locked to me unless I improve the ability.
Something to consider when assigning points, I suppose. I'm certainly planning on dumping points into Potions, the look on Snape's face when I ace the class despite his interference will be priceless.
"All finished." Molly sighs, stepping back from the fox. "She's surprisingly well behaved for an animal. I wonder if perhaps she's someone's familiar? I'll have to ask around."
I step forward, scooping the little golden animal into my arms. "So, what are the doctor's orders?" I joke, having heard the speech many times from Madame Pomfrey.
"Keep weight off of it for at least a week, and try to avoid any more traps. And my chickens." Molly sternly replies, glaring at the little animal.
"Alright then. Off you go." I head over to the door, letting the fox hop down from my arms. She hobbles a few feet, growing more certain of her balance with every step, and then turns to... Wink, at me? Huh.
A moment later it's vanished in the dimming light.
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That evening found me sitting in the living room with the rest of the Weasley clan. Fred and George were by the radio, the Wizarding Wireless as they call it, listening to their favorite radio show and plotting out pranks. Percy and Ron were playing game after game of chess.
That left myself and Ginny to the couch. I'm not sure about a lot of things, honestly. Like how the quilt that lay across the back of the couch became draped across our laps, or how she came to be leaning against me as she read her book.
I blame it on getting lost in the codex, having placed an interesting looking book on my lap as cover.
In any case, when I'd finished my reading, coming back to reality, I found the young redhead leaning against me, elbow to elbow, looking rather content as she read her book.
"Identify" I murmured softly.
Ginerva Weasley level 1 Witch
Like wizards, witches are inherently magical creatures. While they require a focus to fully control their magic, they exhibit one of the widest ranges of magical talents among any known magical creature. Raw inherited talents are uncommon, though they do exist, in the case of things like metamorphmagi and the like. Rather, most wizards and witches have a specific type of magic they are better at than others. Note, this witch is a seventh child.
Attraction level: Severe Arousal Level: Mild
I blink away the information, sneaking a glance at the girl by my side as I ponder the words. I knew Ron's sister has a thing for me, but 'severe'... I reach down, letting the back of my fingers brush idly against her leg. She's wearing jeans and a shirt, most of the Weasleys wear rather muggle clothing when not going out in public, but I'm not sure if that's a common thing among wizarding culture.
She glances up from her book at me, giving me a small shy smile. Hidden from the others by the blanket, I drag my fingers across her denim-clad leg, inching my way from the edge of my leg to her inner thigh. Her eyes widen a bit, and then close with a happy smile.
I keep an eye on her expression as I pretend to focus on my book, slowly rubbing and squeezing my way up her inner thigh at a gentle pace. She sighs happily at the impromptu massage, even parting her legs slightly when my fingers get caught between them.
Without a word I continue on, reaching the fork of her legs within minutes. She gives no sign for me to stop, instead pushing her hips forward, giving me a better angle. She groans softly when I press down gently on her crotch through the pants, her eyes and nose scrunching adorably. I rub a bit, getting a feel for where her sweet spots are through her clothing.
And then she surprises me. One of her hands reaches down between her own legs, grabbing mine. I think for a moment that I've gone too far, but instead she presses against my fingers, increasing the pressure I'm putting on them. Encouraged, I rub harder, causing her to shudder and shake a bit as her hand retreats.
I keep at it for a few minutes, enjoying the gasps and whimpers from her as she fights to keep quiet in front of her family. Feeling bold, I drag my hand upwards to the clasp of her pants, and flick the button open.
Her eyes shoot open, and she looks up at me. Our eyes meet, and I give her my best 'reassuring smile'. She swallows thickly, and nods.
Her zipper comes down, and she wiggles slightly to loosen the pants from her body. I drag my hand across her stomach for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her warm smooth flesh, and then drag my fingers down.
I slip past the waistband of her panties easily, reaching down further to cup her mound with my whole hand as she stifles a moan. Her head is once again resting on my shoulder, her eyes scrunched shut with concentration. I count the freckles on her nose as my fingers start to move on their own, rubbing up and down her outer lips, teasingly drifting about her clit, drawing ever closer but not touching it.
She starts to pant, gasping out little 'hah, hah, hah's as I tease and play at her dripping snatch. I dip one finger between her lips, starting at the very bottom. I push it in just to the first knuckle, dipping into her drenched hole briefly before dragging it up with a sharp motion, flicking it across her clit at the end.
Her whole body shudders, she gives a nearly silent keening cry directly into my ear. Feeling mischievous, I turn slightly, whispering in her ear. "Tell me what you want."
"P-please..." She doesn't even hesitate, trembling with anticipation. "Please put your f-fingers into my..."
"Your what?" I tease, delighted by the thought of such an innocent girl talking dirty.
"My, m-my... my vagina." She blushes beet red, trembling from both embarrassment and anticipation.
"How many do you want?" I growl softly, slowly sliding my middle finger into her while the heel of my palm grinds at her mount. "How many do you usually use?"
My libido spikes as I imagine her face down on her bed, ass in the air, fingering herself while fantasizing about me.
"T-two..." She blushingly admits, trying desperately not to cry out as a second finger joins the first. "A-and one in m-m-my...."
It's my turn to blush, as I imagine the innocent little girl once more, two fingers feverishly plunging in and out of her dripping pussy while I shove my way into her tight little ass.
"I-I-I'm going to... Going to...." she trembles, biting her bottom lip as she draws near. I keep up the pressure, fingers curling inside of her as I grind even harder on her clit.
Her body tenses up completely, her muscles curling her inwards as she silently screams into my shoulder, trembling like a leaf in a hurricane. I do my best to hold her in place, eyes flicking about the room to make sure no one noticed.
My eyes widen as I notice Ron turning around, finished with his latest game against Percy. I panic, glancing down at his sister next to me, who's only now starting to recover.
"Dinner!" Mrs. Weasley calls, drawing all attention to the doorway to the kitchen. It's just enough time for Ginny to snap out of it, straightening out and quickly doing up her jeans.
"B-bathroom." She mumbles, practically teleporting across the room, past her bewildered brothers.
"Girls are crazy." Ron mutters, striding towards the kitchen. "How about a game of chess after dinner?"
"Sure." I choke out, plastering a smile to my face. I take a quick opportunity to adjust myself before joining the others in the kitchen.
Partial Encounter Complete: Ginerva Weasley, level 1, 100exp

Achievement Unlocked: Blue Balls 200exp (end two encounters in a row without ejaculating)

Danger Close (1) 200exp (Finger your best friend's sister)

Balls of Steel 1000exp (Have a sexual encounter with a girl with her family present and unaware)

Nimble Fingers 200exp (Finger a girl)

Attentive Lover(1) 500exp (Bring three girls to orgasm)
Total exp 6600

New level 4

Whew. As crazy as that stunt was, it was certainly worth it. No conquest this time either, so I guess actual sex is a requirement. Still, another level.
5 stat points and 40 more ability points to spend.
Three more to strength, one to constitution rounding them out to 15. The last one I'll put into Charisma. Being famous is nice, but I'm sure I'll need to use more than that to get some action in the future.
40 points, plus 25 that I had stored. If I keep the 25 as an emergency supply, I can spend all the new points now. The question is, what to spend it on?
What is important to me? I want to get better at school, so mental abilities are important. I want to make more friends, and more importantly, I want to have a steady supply of experience. So social abilities are important.
I want to survive, especially if Voldemort isn't really dead. Besides, if my luck from first year holds up, there will be plenty of things trying to kill me this year. So, physical abilities, especially dodging and whatnot are important.
I want to be able to fight back as well, so magical abilities are important too. Ugh, this is so annoying. Everything in here is useful in some way.
Ten into Problem Solving. Let's see if it works.
Huh. Apparently it does. I can already see the problem unraveling before me. Obviously, the amount of points I get into abilities goes up with each level, as does the experience cost of each level up. So, early on, when levels are easy to come by, skills like Sex Appeal are going to be more useful. Later on, when each level gets me a massive point increase, I can focus on boosting practical skills.
Of course, I'll want to divide up some points among other things as I go, to stay ahead of the class on my magical abilities, but for the moment, power accumulation is key.
So, with thirty points left, unless I want to dip into the emergency pool, 10 goes into Sex Appeal, 5 into Confidence, 5 into Presence, 5 into Persuasion, and 5 into Speech.
Satisfied with my decision, I sit down to enjoy dinner with my surrogate family. Ginny is back down a moment later, a little bit flushed but no one comments. Though, she still can't quite look me in the eye.
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