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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Other, F/F
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Luna_Lovegood/Ginny_Weasley
  Character:
      Ginny_Weasley, Luna_Lovegood
  Additional Tags:
      Gender_Fuckery, Oral_Sex, Accidental_Dicks
  Stats:
      Published: 2005-01-25 Words: 1314
****** Side Effects May Include ******
by helwolves
Summary
     She was going to absolutely murder Fred and George.
Notes
     Originally written for a pornish_pixies genderfuck challenge.
Ginny’s chair clattered to the floor as she stood abruptly and bolted for the
ladies’ room of the Three Broomsticks. She slammed the heavy wooden door shut
behind her and dropped her bag, not even caring that an assortment of coins and
lip gloss vials spilled from it across the stone floor. Standing in front of
the mirror, gnawing at her lower lip, she shifted from foot to foot as her
fingers toyed with the hem of her skirt.
She was going to absolutely murder Fred and George.
She didn’t want to look, but she had to, oh Merlin, she had to. Gingerly she
gathered the pleated fabric in her fists, lifting just enough to allow a
glimpse of her own pale thighs, and her own sparkly red knickers, covering the
bulge of her own uncomfortably restricted cock.
“Fuck!” she hissed, as the bathroom door swung inward. Ginny let out a squeak
and quickly let go of her skirt, thankful beyond belief that she hadn’t worn
the clingy white mini after all.
Luna pushed the door closed, and after taking in Ginny’s flushed face, pulled
the iron latch down to lock it as well. “You too, huh?” she asked, after a
moment’s pause. “Didn’t tell me this is what they wanted you to test out.”
“It—it isn’t!” yelped Ginny, scandalized. “At least, that’s not what I
thought—oh, I am going to kill them!” She stomped one boot against the stones,
then grimaced, her hand clutching between her legs.
Luna tilted her head. “Does it...hurt?”
“Sort of does. It’s...tight. You know. Cos of my, um—doesn’t yours?”
“Oh, no,” said Luna, distractedly. “I wear boxers—in general, I mean. If
anything...”
Ginny scrunched up her face and tried to think of a nice way of asking whether
Luna even realized those were for boys, but the words froze and vanished as the
other girl stepped closer and lifted up Ginny’s skirt in one swift gesture.
Torchlight flickered in Luna’s wide eyes as she gazed down. Ginny felt her skin
flush, knowing her face had likely gone as red as her freckles. She tried to
move away, but the wall was too close, and she merely stumbled backward and
bumped her head on the rough stone. The thing between her legs, however, was
not uncomfortable being stared at—not uncomfortable at all. Ginny shifted
anxiously as her cock throbbed with a sudden warmth, straining against the
tight fabric.
“Here, hold this,” said Luna, pressing the bunched-up skirt into the other
girl’s hands. She hooked two slim fingers in the elastic at Ginny’s hips and
gently tugged at her knickers, the silky fabric catching as it stretched and
dragged over sensitive new skin. Ginny shivered at the warm feeling that
skittered up and down her spine.
Luna slid the knickers down Ginny’s thighs, then let them drop. Ginny kicked
them off with a shaking sigh of relief. She felt...it hanging heavily between
her legs, bobbing eagerly in its newfound freedom. And it felt good.
Maybe...too good, she thought urgently, releasing her skirt as a sudden wave of
shame broke over her.
The other girl frowned and dropped to her knees in a swirl of mismatched
fabric.
“Luna!” Ginny squeaked. “What are you—”
“It’s sort of pretty,” said Luna, utterly ignoring Ginny’s squirming
protestations and turning her head to peek under the skirt. “I’ve never seen a
ginger one before.”
Ginny giggled, nervously but genuine. “Oh, and how many have you—hey! Don’t—”
Luna’s fingers traced the underside of Ginny’s cock, feathery touches that sent
tingles straight to the tiny ache that had begun building somewhere in her
belly. “Ah,” Ginny breathed. Her fingers drifted back to her skirt’s pleated
hem.
“There are these monks in India, you know,” said Luna, sitting back on her
feet, fixing Ginny’s cock with an appraising gaze. She curled one hand around
the base and pulled, watching the loose skin slide forward and then back, the
flushed, damp head disappearing and peering out again. Ginny’s thighs trembled.
“Ahh—are there?” she gasped.
“Mm.” Luna shifted closer. She touched two fingertips to the exposed tip,
rubbed them together, and stuck them in her mouth, sucking idly. “It’s real,
you know.”
“I know.” Ginny let her head fall back against the stone wall, her long fringe
swinging into her eyes, screening her vision red.
Other things throbbed between her legs. Heavy and full. Tightening. She didn’t
want to think about it, but there was such an ache....
“Luna, can you—” Ginny shifted her legs apart, her hips bucking slightly. “It
does sort of hurt still.”
Luna looked up, the ghost of a smile on her thin lips. Her tongue peeked out
and retreated quickly. “Anyway, they’re hermaphrodites. Both, you know? It’s
sacred. But they only—” She tightened her fist around Ginny’s cock, reaching
the other hand further to cradle her balls, tickling just a bit as her
fingertips brushed the fine hairs there.
Ginny moaned—a very girlish sound that erupted from deep in her chest.
Luna gave Ginny’s cock a long, steady tug, setting Ginny’s head spinning with
lust, her cock throbbing, every vein in her body racing with quicksilver. Her
hands scrambled at the wall. She didn’t trust her legs anymore, doing that jam-
like thing as they were, with her hips trying to thrust at every small movement
of Luna’s fingers.
“—only switch during certain planetary alignments,” Luna continued, “so that—”
“Oh, fucking hell,” Ginny groaned, “would you stop talking already and
just—ahhh—”
Luna smiled up at Ginny, her hand still stroking slowly. “Just what?”
Ginny felt her skin flush as if it were on fire, but that was nothing compared
to the smoldering ache between her legs. “Just... Your mouth. Please. Suck
it—me,” she gasped. “Suck my cock.”
Luna shrugged.
Ginny whimpered as soft, licked-wet lips closed around her cock, one hand
supporting the weight of it, another gently kneading her balls. Luna sucked and
withdrew, her tongue lashing out to tease the tip, then wet the length of it
with wide strokes, and back to drawing more and more into the slick heat of her
mouth.
She sucked hard and Ginny couldn’t stop her hips from thrusting anymore,
bucking away from the wall to drive herself deeper and deeper, Luna soon
feeling her insistence and complying, moaning around Ginny’s cock, the
vibrations and curls of her tongue driving Ginny mad with so close almost
butnotquite and then just right there just finally tighter faster until Ginny
felt herself hit the back of Luna’s throat and Luna’s fingers stroked just
behind her balls, and she closed her eyes and felt a tugging like all the blood
in her veins was trying to rush to that one spot and she was coming, she was
coming and too overwhelmed to care or even really notice how very strange it
should have felt to come in almost-painful spurts with another girl’s mouth
around her cock.
Breathing shakily, Ginny did not open her eyes again until she heard the tap
squeak, the sudden echoing sound of water hitting the sink basin snapping her
back to reality. Luna spat and bent over to sip some water from her cupped
hands.
“Umm,” said Ginny, when she found her voice.
Luna turned, wiping her hands on her long, disturbingly ruffled skirt. “So,
there’s another Wheeze to...fix things, isn’t there?”
“Yeah,” Ginny said, nodding. She pointed at her bag. “Hopefully.”
“Well,” Luna breathed, “let’s try it, then.” She snatched the bag from the
floor and held it out toward Ginny, who grinned and grabbed Luna’s wrist
instead.
“Wait—I think it’s only fair we give them a...full report of the side effects,
don’t you?”
“Hmm.” Luna shrugged, then smiled in a way that made the blood rush to Ginny’s
face all over again. “They are paying us for this.”
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