A new story, why? Because I just can't help myself some times. If you're reading this and you've read some of my other stuff, you know what's coming.

This time a Harry Potter based smut instead of Naruto (I still need to update that other story). Naturally, its is a fem Harry story (Violet) and more known types for Harry Potter stories but I'll reveal them as the story goes on.

Warnings;

Underage. The story starts pre-Hogwarts and even if I aged up Hogwarts to starting at 15 instead of 11, there is still plenty happening with younger characters at times so be aware of that. And why did I start Pre-Hogwarts instead of 3rd, 4th, or 5th year like the usual smuts based on Harry Potter? Because there are scenes and situations I can only get by starting 1st year and moving up.

Futa. Pretty prominent but not the only thing by any means.

Beastiality. Not sure if I'll make too much like in some other stories with a fem Harry fucking Fluffy, but then again, I have many creatures I'm interested in writing about, and not just limited to HP canon creatures either.

Rape/Or Dubious Consent. Not too big on this one but sometimes for the story, it won't just focus on Violet, and with magic and the kind of things happening, its bound to pop up. Plenty of bitches to tame after all or karma to hand out.

Dom/Sub roles and play. Pretty self explanatory.

Bondage/Sadism/Masochism. Again, you get the idea.

Prostitution/Pimping. Brothels and such will play a part, both in and out of school so look forward to that.

Slaves/Debts. This one will be fun.

Public Cumdump/Cumdump in general. It's in the title for a reason, and Violet's specialty, but there are reasons behind it that you'll learn soon. Also, just because Violet is an unabashed whore in this doesn't mean she can't/won't say no or wants to be maliciously used. She's not just a slut after all and she has a purpose to it all.

Public Sex. Violet is special but plenty of others will get it on in public.

Orgies/Gangbangs. Need I say more?

No Scat, maybe light water sports. Don't ask.

There's more but I think these fit the bill for the most people should get a heads up in, whether to get warned off or know they'll find what they're looking for here.

Remember people, this is a FICTIONAL story with fictional people in a magical world. The views, rules, events, and morals in it do NOT reflect my own in actual life. That means either you read and enjoy it as the entertainment it is, or leave. Up to you.

Also, minor cross-over elements. I don't want to swap this story with OCs and I like other magic based worlds so elements of that could be seen, but primarily its Potterverse.

Enjoy and review!

Violet felt she was a smart girl. Regardless of what her 'family' said, she did have a good head on her shoulders. She certainly developed quicker than all the neighborhood kids, both mentally and physically judging by her results in school. She also liked to read a lot, though since almost no kids ever played with her, she had more free time than the average, even after chores.

Lots of free time to experiment, especially with the weird things that happened around her ever since she could remember. Objects coming to her at random if she really wanted them, changes of color to hair or clothes, re-growing her luscious dark hair after her aunt's horrendous hair-cut attempt. There was a word some people would put to that, a word forbidden in this household. Restricting it only cemented it in her mind; Magic.

She had magic, that was fact, and she'd been experimenting with it since she was 6.

Lots of trial and error on sleepless nights sneaking out of the house and into the local park (after perfecting the trick of unlocking things with magic to begin with) and at the ripe old age of 13, and in about two months, 14, she felt she had a pretty good grasp of it. At least, considering her youth and being mostly self-taught and reading her mother's school journals.

A goldmine of a find in the attic in a chest locked to the nines, she found it around her 11th birthday or so, and it was the first honest to truth piece of her mother she'd ever gotten that wasn't tainted with her aunt's hate, fear, and jealousy. Though, funnily enough, one thing her aunt called her mother turned out to be true. More on that later…

So, in summery of magic; it was all in the will, intent, and concentration while using the mystic energies within her body.

No wand though so she couldn't go trying anything of the big stuff, but she had First year spells down pat, and possibly made up her own pseudo-spells. Well, not actual spells but more of willing things to happen and then getting it or not, which according to the journals and her mother's records, was nothing short of phenomenal. She also apparently had a very high sensitivity to magic in general, something even adults through years of training don't achieve.

It didn't take her long to notice the magical field around her home tied to her, leaching off her.

Naturally, her first reaction was to get it off, so around 12th birthday, she magically grabbed it and did just that. Pulling it off herself like a magical tick was by far the most painful experience of her short life and she was pretty sure she tore something else while exhausting herself, but thankfully, she gradually recovered over a few months and was now back at full potential. She then stuck said parasite onto her fat cousin, Dudley. He had a tiny amount of magic in him unlike the almost non-existent amount in her aunt and uncle.

That was odd to her; she read that magicals either produce more magicals or squibs, not muggle even if most magicals see them as one and the same. Her aunt and uncle were 100% muggle, but Dudley was a squib. Considering her own mother was a full witch—and powerful one at that—Petunia should have been a squib at minimum.

Looking at old photos (that moved!) of her mother when she was young and compared to Petunia, it clicked in place. Lily Potter ne Evans was not born an Evans to begin with. So Violet wasn't even living with blood family to begin with! The bastards, and they had the gall to say so much shit about her while working her like a little slave (or they used to). Anyways! Dudley was the only candidate for being tethered to the barrier around the house.

By some miracle, whatever bastard put it on her never bothered to add some kind of alert if it was moved.

Then again, most people wouldn't be able to yank it off without destroying it like she did and said bastard certainly didn't think she could even detect the field, let alone modify it in such a crucial way. Luckily the spell forming the barrier had some functions to preserve the host, otherwise it would have sucked Dudley dry in an hour (something she only thought about after having switched it). It wasn't at risk of killing him, but it wasn't even getting a fraction of what it was before from Violet and she could feel it weakening by the day.

How long would it last? She wasn't sure but hopefully long enough for her to pull some strings once she hit 15 years old, grabbed ahold of the Potter account manager/lawyer (she was so curious to meet those fascinating goblins) and got moved before anyone could have a say in the matter.

The switch also had the benefit of rendering Dudley harmless.

Of sure, he'd huff and puff at her, make 'mean' looks and such but he was too tired to even power-walk after her anymore, let alone get physical. His little gang of miscreants had next to no spine without him so she could get them to back off easy, especially after she hit a growth spurt.

Another plus, she felt stronger ever since and more in tune with her magic. Now her goal was to work through Second year material by her 15th birthday, a little over a year and a half away, maybe two counting summer until actual school starts.

However, the discovery of her magic and then using it to improve her life wasn't the only thing that happened. Remember what she said about one thing mentioned about her mom being true? Well Petunia often called the late Lily Evans a slut and whore.

Yep. The more personal journals Violet found confirmed it.

Lily Potter liked freedom and jumped into the waters of sex and deviancy by winter of her first year at Hogwarts. Turns out, that sort of thing was normal in the magical world, though a lot more blatant around Third year and upwards. With that discovery, which Violet didn't actually feel any sort of shame to learn about, the young witch hungrily blazed through every steamy record left behind by her slutty mother.

She'd memorized them all to heart within a month or two. There was a lot to read through after all.

Tales of Lily using her womanly wiles and nubile body to get advanced material, favors, and even expediting her ways through the red tape to get her masteries thanks to her supposed 'muggleborn' status. Wild house parties leading to orgies at times, or just her being passed around like a fresh plate of cookies. Getting 'caught' out in the halls after hours and being deliciously punished by prefects.

Being kept after lessons for 'extra credit' with professors or getting detention for the silliest of reasons. If anyone were to ask about why the House Quidditch seasons were particularly fierce during those school years, it was because the extra prize. Winning team always had a certain redhead wearing their house colors waiting for them back in the lockers, plus exclusive use of her for the next week.

Just thinking about it warmed the young witch's body up all over.

And that led to another discovery about herself. Well, more like she became consciously aware of something. She loved attention. And not the attention hog, 'look at me I'm special' kind but more of 'eye me up like a piece of meat and touch me' kind. Ever since tearing off the tether on her magic around her 12th birthday, she really started to actively look for it, especially as her body jumped into early development.

She was already pretty, she knew that. Her naturally pale skin and dark luscious hair with her almost glowing green eyes always got looks her way. She soon noticed those looks were getting progressively more intense and … lower. That growth spurt hit her like a runaway truck, and she was still going. Nothing outrageous but rapid all the same, she was close to tallest in her class and it was blatant she was going to be curvy. But there was more than just developing physically; her mind was racing ahead.

She read her mother's journals, both for the tips and foresight into magic and the saucy, shameless escapades of the 'Gryffinwhore'. And her mind just absorbed it all like a dry sponge finally dipped in warm water, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She already knew more about sex than the average hormonal teenager that discovered the internet or found a parent's dirty magazine.

That after a year of basking in the growing attention her presence drew, it was time for a change, which was why she was standing in her room (Dudley's old second room), naked and looking at the meager clothes she had.

Big surprise about the room. They just moved her here out of the blue from underneath in the broom closet a month or so after her 12th birthday. Ever since she removed the tether, her 'family' seemed much calmer around her. They also didn't tolerate as much shit from Dudley anymore. Still spoiled his fat ass though.

She didn't complain, and now she had choices to make. She'd already gotten rid of Dudley's hand-me down pants—though she did fill them in better—and the shirts that were too old/torn for her to use.

All she had left were 3 shirts that reasonably fit her, 2 old skirts bought at a discount store, 4 shirts that are just large/long enough to be dresses (only the long ones fit Dudley impressive girth), and 5 old, dollar-brand panties with faded color form how often she had to wash them to even have available underwear. She was seriously considering tossing them and just going without. The thought actually sent a bit of thrill through her.

As for bras, she tossed the only two cheap ones her aunt bought for her over a year ago. They could have lasted but she simply outgrew them. The simple A-cup things—bought early and just as Violet started to develop in that region—couldn't handle Violet's solid B-cups. Damn, at the rate she was going, she'd be a C-cup by next year.

"Not cute," she grumbled, striking a thinking pose as she cocked a hip to the side and nibbled on a finger.

However, looking at an old belt she had, she got an idea. It took her a bit but soon she was dressed. One of the large red shirts, she had its sleeves removed with a wave of her hands (hopefully her guardians didn't notice the seamless job) to leave her arms freer and then, using the belt, she tied it around the waist, right above her developing hips. Now it looked like a dress on her, a very short dress that just reached her thighs. It was her boobs' fault though, the girls pushing up more of the shirt even when Violet tugged it down and held it there with her belt.

She couldn't and honestly didn't want to do anything about her braless state though, proud to show off her assets. If anything, she got both a kick and a thrill of seeing how her well-grown chest—the biggest in her class—already drew eyes.

"Now this feels right," she mused, twirling a bit and completely uncaring of how the skirt flew up exposing her lack of undergarment, tiny pink pussy and tight ass bare to the world.

Glancing at one of said panties, she sighed before grabbing a blue pair and slipping into them. The worn material was soft enough, but Violet still wiggled with some discomfort. These panties were too … not right. She wasn't sure how, but these boring sets just didn't do it for her, but it was all she had. Bearing it though, she stepped out of her room and made her way downstairs, to join her 'family'.

They'd also reduced the intensity of her chores over time for some reason, but she still had duties. She didn't get any second glances, which somewhat surprised her. Petunia always had something to say after all, but Violet shrugged it off. Making quick work of doing the dishes, and then clearing the table for later tonight.

Once that was done, she went through the living room on the way to front to dust the window but failed to notice Dudley's foot in the way. She could only squeak as she tripped and fell back on her ass, legs akimbo, and crotched aimed at the sofa where her supposed to be 'family' rested.

Dudley pointed and laughed, Vernon surprisingly quirked an eyebrow and just stared at her parted legs with something akin to appreciation and interest. Odd, he never looked like at her with anything ranging in positive; at most, neutral. Again, surprising herself, she didn't mind being seen in such a position or the kind of look she got. However, she still paled as Petunia shot up from the coach and marched towards her until the older, recovered woman loomed over her.

Recovered? It was quite simple; Violet had an idea of what else the barrier did and had some visual evidence to support it. Her 'family' started to tolerate her more over time, gradually pulling back on the unreasonable chores or properly equipping her to do them. Vernon just seemed less angry overall, Dudley didn't hound her around just to antagonize her (partly because he lacked the energy), and Petunia, while getting almost nice, was also now getting pretty.

It was so gradual Violet hadn't noticed until a few weeks ago when she stumbled upon her aunt changing in her room—she'd been looking for her to tell her she needed more dish soap—and gotten an eyeful.

The overly thin, long necked woman with mounting crow's feet and a sneer always on her lips was giving way to a fuller, more motherly form. The cresses of her brows softened, the skin of her face relaxed, an amused snort or even slight giggle escaped her at Vernon's admittedly dry-yet witty one-liners he used for complaints instead of once being only rants and choked huffing. Her sandy-blonde hair looked softer, calmly flowing over her shoulders and her sharp brown eyes getting a hint of warmth to them. Her lips now had a noticeable plumpness to them, naturally drawing the eye.

Once, it was a chore to look at the woman and hold any conversation, now, if was easy and getting pleasant at times. It also helped her legs and chest seemed to be benefiting the most, and when Violet saw her aunt in tight cream panties and nothing else, she knew her aunt's ass was working to catch up. Perhaps that had to do with Vernon's improved mood?

Or, and this thought which she was getting surer off as it pissed her off worse, was that the barrier didn't just leach off Violet.

That shitty thing also worked to both make her family unhappy about themselves and unhappy with Violet in general. Now that it was on Dudley, it was too weak to really do any of the shit properly and after years under it, the Dursleys were on the way to recovery (except Dudley, he just got lazier even if it wasn't entirely his fault).

Still, even with the improving moods, Violet wasn't sure if that meant she could start getting away with being flashy and skimpy.

She was already bracing for it; the tongue lashing, maybe a spanking (been a while since she got one of those) or getting thumped upside the head (again also a rare occasion, and nowhere near as hard as they used to be), to be labeled a slut in the making (not wrong about that one), but she got none of it.

"We're getting you new ones."

"Huh?" was her intelligent response, looking up at Petunia as if she'd grown a second head.

"Those panties," Petunia pointed out casually. "They're not cute or flirty enough, so we're going shopping."

And Petunia turned around, already heading for where she hung her purse and car keys as Violet watched, dumbfounded. It was only the sound of Vernon clearing his throat that snapped her out of it.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" he asked, gesturing to where his wife went.

Not sure how to respond to their way too blasé attitude, Violet collected herself and scampered after Petunia who was getting into the car. Getting in passenger side seat herself, Violet sat in silence as Petunia got the car going, pulling out of the driveway and off to the shopping centers. Several minutes of silence passed before Violet spoke up, her voice low and somewhat timid since she wasn't sure why they were so calm.

"Um, aunt Petunia…"

"Yes?" the woman responded without taking her eyes off the road.

"You're not mad?" the teen witch asked, her hands gripping onto the end of her short dress.

"Not at all," Petunia answered, her voice sounding almost surprised that she'd even ask such a thing. "I should have known you were starting to grow up and switched out those dreadful hand-me downs and cheap buys ages ago."

Violet only blinked at that before asking, a spark of hope building in her chest. "And what are we getting instead?"

"They'll be plenty of options for you to choose. Panties, bras, skirts, tops, maybe some shoes too," the woman answered, this time shooting an amused look in Violet's direction. "As long as you don't run my purse dry, you'll be free to choose."

Violet's jaw dropped, not sure if she should believe what she was hearing and yet, something just felt right about it.

"Even … naughty types?" she asked, not even trying to hide the hope in her voice as she gave her 'aunt' big eyes and pouty lips.

She had her heart set on such things ever since reading about her mother's playtimes and having pilfered some of the old, naughty magazines Vernon tried to hide in the attic. And Petunia yet again shocked the young witch with her reaction. An amused smirk as the woman took her right hand off the wheel and set it on Violet's creamy thigh, tenderly rubbing and squeezing the smooth skin.

"If that's what you want," Petunia said, her voice coming out in a low, almost teasing form that Violet had never heard from her before.

"Really?" Violet asked, feeling butterflies in her stomach and warmth race through her body as her legs parted slightly with the touch of her thighs, the tiny dress doing nothing to hide the view of her panties in this position.

"Really~" Petunia purred, something Violet didn't know she could even do.

And then she slid her hand up until she was cupping Violet's crotch, fingers gently running against the folds of her covered pussy. Violet could feel her breathing hitch as she looked on, shocked to her trembling core currently being touched by her guardian's nimble fingers.

"This pussy is too pretty to hide after all," Petunia continued, adding a little more pressure to her fingers getting a tiny moan from Violet. "Oh yes, new panties and short skirts are a must with you. Tight, clingy little things that hide just barely enough."

Violet's breathing picked up as her 'aunt' continued to rub her as they drove into town, her fingers teasing the virgin folds driving a need into Violet she'd never felt before. Squirming a little, Violet looked at her aunt and asked, "You don't think its … slutty?"

Personally, she didn't care about the stigma of such a label. She'd heard about from housewife's and such complaining about those women. How they were degrading themselves and all that tripe, but Violet could only feel the opposite. They seemed so beautiful to her, showing off their sinful bodies and bringing pleasure to themselves and those how had got to use them.

She was aware many also suffered under forced usage or only did it because of desperation and lack of options. She'd never wish someone such a fate, but that still didn't stop her from wanting to be like those women in the magazine, to be like her mother, to surpass her. It was a drive that had been with her since she read those journals and just felt right; like it was as much a natural part of her as was her magic.

Hell, her magic felt more vibrant and energetic just thinking about those things.

However, hearing a slight chuckle drew her attention back to her aunt, the woman looking at her with clear amusement in her eyes. "Why am I not surprised you know that word and what it means? Teenagers…" Violet didn't bother trying to elaborate, not knowing if bringing up her mother's journals could actually set the woman off. Seeing her hesitance, Petunia gave her a small smile and a little squeeze of her cunt making the witch shiver. "It doesn't matter, you know it, and besides, isn't that the point? You want to look like a little slut, don't you?"

There was the purr again and before Violet could answer, Petunia moved her fingers up and then dug them under the waistband of the panties. Violet mewled as Petunia smoothly slide her fingers down and directly touched her pussy, playing with the pink folds.

"And this wet after a little teasing," Petunia chuckled. "See? A little slut already."

"Yeah," Violet groaned out, rolling her hips softly against the invading yet welcomed hand.

The desire to be looked at and desired in turn, to be touched and caressed, to be invaded and used for others. Violet yearned for it all as she leaned forward and lovingly kissed her aunt's arm and hugged it to herself, finding the woman more attractive now than ever before. Petunia gave a hum of approval, swirling her fingers along Violet's dripping folds or feeling over the stubble of her re-growing pubes.

"Hmm, maybe I should get you fresh razors too," the woman mused out loud, the only returning noise being Violet's little mewls and moans.

When they finally parked, it was in a side-street of a shopping district Violet wasn't familiar with. Then again, she was barely taken out to shop in the first place so she couldn't be blamed. A mewl of protest escaped her when her aunt pulled out her fingers, getting a knowing smirk from the woman. Petunia even went as far as to bring up one of the shiny, lubed fingers and slowly sucked on it while looking at Violet. Fuck, she was turned on now, but Petunia was already stepping out of the car, so she followed suite.

Coming around it, Petunia took Violet's left hand in her pussy-juiced right—even if Violet was a pretty old for being led around by the hand—and led her along the street for a few minutes. Walking around with slightly wet, sticky panties wasn't exactly a new thing for Violet. Just recalling her readings while doing boring chores usually resulted in such situations for her crotch, but having that and feeling the wetness of her aunt's hand caused by her?

That was a new one and Violet's blush wasn't leaving any time soon, nor the shivers of desire and need racing down her spine straight to her quim.

After a bit the pair pulled into a side alley.

It was well kept, and she could see a storefront at the end, a sign saying, 'A Lady Never Tells'. Now her curiosity was thoroughly peaked but before they could get walking, her aunt stopped and squatted down—an impressive feat considering her heels—but also showing her favorite lacy cream panties thanks to her short skirt to Violet's appraising eyes. Now looking down at her aunt—Violet being quite a bit taller standing straight—the pair locked eyes.

"Just so you know, my…" Petunia paused, swallowing as she glanced aside for a moment before continuing, "… My sister showed me this store."

Violet couldn't help but gasp at that tidbit, glancing at the store in a new light.

"It was one of her favorites, back when she was going to that 'school' and exploring to her heart's content," Petunia continued, a fond look crossing her eyes as she casually admitted to knowing full well what Lily was, before focusing on Violet again. "I'm not her but, I guess I get the honor of bringing you here for the first time for her."

Violet wasn't sure if she wanted to glomp her aunt and squeal thank you or tear up, knowing how much this meant to her aunt and now herself as well. She settled for following whatever felt best and leaning down to plant a firm kiss on her aunt's lips. The adult woman gave a pleased hum as she kissed back, darting her tongue out to lick at Violet's lips before pulling back, much to the disappointment of the witch. Petunia smirked at Violet's pout before a playful look came onto her face.

"One little thing first," she said and before Violet could do anything, Petunia slipped her hands up the short dress.

Violet could only squeak as her aunt grabbed the waistband of the panties and slowly pulled them down, all the while eyes locking with Violet. Even without saying anything, Violet could almost see and hear her saying, 'enjoying this, you little slut?' and she wouldn't be wrong. Violet almost moaned as the panties slide to her ankles before she stepped out of them and Petunia stood back up, the wet undies in her left hand as she used her right to take Violet's again.

Now walking commando certainly raised the thrill factor for her. Soon enough they got to the store, letting Violet get a good view of some of the mannequins on display through the rose-tinted windows. Violet felt even more excited at seeing a store very clearly specialized the more 'mature' tastes but still discreet enough to wear in day to day things.

Her aunt opened the door and let Violet in first before following as the little witch looked around, her eyes almost glowing in her excitement. Shirts, tops, and pants were the first racks but down an aisle she could see them. Skirts ranging from long flowing to tiny little things barely suited to being belts, dresses that had just as much variety, and then, further back was the underwear. It seemed a good third of the store was just panties, bras, and lingerie.

And best of all, a mini catwalk with seats near the back next to changing rooms.

"What is this place?" she asked breathlessly, taking it all in with wonder.

She spotted several shoppers, all women, of varying ages with the oldest probably a little older than her aunt, the youngest being a young woman clearly with her mother—the two could pass for sisters with those looks—meaning Violet was the youngest here by far. Many of said women turned curious eyes their way at the chime announcing customers, their eyes zeroing in on Violet. For a moment she felt nervous, thinking they might react to seeing her here the way her aunt was supposed to.

Instead, their gazes became mixes of curious, attentive, and fond.

Not sure why she got those kinds of looks but not looking a gift horse in the mouth anyways, Violet turned to follow her aunt to the counter, where a pretty and busty blonde attendant was looking at them much like the other shoppers were. Violet met the gaze of those warm brown eyes, excitement welling up inside again.

"Welcome ladies," the attendant greeted, her voice as peppy as she looked. "Need any help with your shopping today or are we just browsing?"

"Well, today's a very special case," Petunia returned, cocking a hip to the side. "You see, my niece here needs a completely new set of clothes."

"Which kind?" the attendant, 'Samantha', Violet read on her label clinging to the thin blouse hugging the woman's ample bust, said as she eyed Violet's impromptu dress.

Petunia answered by handing over the panties as if it was nothing. Samantha took them, holding them between her hands to see what they were and the state they were in. However, instead of freaking out in any way, she just shot a quirked eyebrow at her aunt. Petunia then gestured to Violet right beside her.

Now Samantha's eyes were on her, curious as can be, and Violet acted before she could really think about it. She lifted her dress to show her lack of undies, some of her prior arousal still leaking and dripping down her thighs as her cunt swelled slightly with flustered skin. Samantha's eyes widened and then, instead of again any reaction Violet thought she'd get, the busty muggle just hummed as she eyed her appraisingly.

"Oh, I see. I'll gladly help~" Samantha said as she tossed the old panties aside and sauntered around the counter. "Cuties like this deserve special attention."

Violet eyed the tight mini-skirt worn by the blonde, the black little number barely reaching mid-thigh before mile-long legs spilled out ending in red heels.

"Come along now," Samantha said, taking one of Violet's hands and leading her down the isle.

The teen witch did not miss the way the other shoppers looked at her, some murmuring to whoever was close by as they watched her attentively making Violet get even more aroused than she had been, loving the attention. Especially that mother-daughter duo, both having gorgeous long raven hair and almost purple eyes. Though, for some reason both of them looked shocked when Violet's fringe moved enough to expose the odd scar she had on her head.

Still, thoughts about them were put aside as Samantha stopped at the aisles for panties.

"Alright sweetie just grab a handful of what you like and then we'll go trying them on with some skirts and tops I'll look for," Samantha instructed.

'No bras?' Violet silently wondered but didn't bother commenting as she looked around at all the lacy, frilly options, delighted that almost all she spotted were low-bikini cuts at most, with a very high supply of thongs and G-strings throughout.

"What about sizes?" she asked, knowing she was probably on the smaller scale due to her age and wondering if it would limit her options.

"No worries, most of these intentionally come small and are a little stretchy. You know, for that tight, showy feeling, so plenty will fit," Samantha replied with a smirk before leaning down a bit and whispering with a purr, "Personally, side-ties are my favorite … or just nothing at all."

She ended with blowing slightly into Violet's ear making her shiver, her eyes nailed to the attendant's prominent chest out of display thanks to the thin blouse clearly showing she didn't have a bra on. Also, she had a silver chain Violet just noticed, a cute bat-charm hanging at the junction of her breasts. Samantha then giggled and went off, hips swaying to Violet's eyes, as she went into the skirts and tops. Petunia was standing just a little bit back, having watched the entire thing with clear amusement.

"Let me know if you need help reaching anything," her aunt offered getting Violet to nod before she started browsing.

Honestly, she just wanted everything, but she managed to focus, going through the racks and looking for what really called her attention. Minutes of bliss passed by as Violet explored, her quim trembling in excitement at some of the things she picked. All the while she noticed the other shoppers got a little closer, their curious eyes flowing her with a similar fondness and possibly even excitement and interest as Violet grabbed panties to try.

She even went as far as to wink at one of the ladies standing rather close as she grabbed a tiny black G-sting with barely enough material in the crotch to begin with.

"Someone's pretty bold if they're into that kind of big-girl panties," the brunette woman said, the teasing in her voice clear as day.

"Don't think I'll look good in it?" Violet shot back just as playfully as the woman leaned in, her wonderful tits practically coming out of the large cleavage window of her blouse, looking Violet in the eyes at just about even level.

"I don't know, will you model them for me so I can find out?" she asked, her voice getting a low, husky tone that made Violet shiver.

"Maybe~" she replied in a cutesy voice, getting a playful look from the woman. "Oh, I'm Violet by the way."

"Isabel," the now identified Isabel said to which Violet nodded before she returned to looking at the displayed panties.

She swept her gaze side to side for a bit before raising it, her eyes widening as she almost started to bounce in excitement as she spotted a lacy pink side-tie thong with a little green bow and green trim. She was about to reach for it but then Isabel spoke up.

"You want that pair?"

Looking at the woman beside her, Violet nodded eagerly. Isabel gave her an indulgent smile before asking, "And why that pair?"

"Because the colors are two of my favorites," she replied, only to see that such an answer wasn't enough for Isabel's curiosity. So, without the slightest hint of shame or even bothering to whisper it, Violet added, "Green like my eyes and pink like my pussy."

Instead of a shocked gasp at such bluntness or even a blush, Isabel only chuckled before leaning closer till her face was only inches away, looking Violet in the eye, her voice smooth as she said, "I can see the eyes…"

She glanced down as she trailed off from there and Violet could only stare back for a bit before the bit unsaid came through. Her eyes widened as she looked at Isabel, spotting the little challenge and interest in her cobalt blue eyes. Meeting the look, Violet only smiled coyly.

"Why don't you check?"

That drew Isabel's attention, the woman's eyes widening a bit before a pleased hum came from her. She stayed looking for several seconds, each moment exciting the young witch more. Then, with an exaggerated sigh, Isabel squatted down as she brought her hands to the end of Violet fake dress.

"I guess I will," the brunette said as she slowly dragged the dress up, hungrily eyeing Violet's now exposed—and oh so wet—pussy. "Well, that is a very pretty shade of pink," Isabel finally said, one of her hands moving to lightly drag a finger along Violet's wet folds making her gasp.

Why was everyone suddenly interested in touching her so much and why didn't it happen sooner!?

"Panties are important, but you need pretty things over them too, you know," said a silky voice behind Violet.

The little witch begrudgingly turned around as Isabel removed her finger, but not before the woman eagerly licked it while looking Violet in the eye. 'Holy, is everyone going to touch and taste me today?' she wondered, almost hoping that was the case. Pulling her eyes away from the naughty sight, Violet looked at another woman that had approached them while she was talking to Isabel.

And she was holding the thong Violet wanted!

The woman, one with surprisingly deep red hair—not the fiery crimson Violet's mother was known for apparently—had her honey-brown eyes pointed on Violet and glancing at the small gathering of panties in the witch's left hand. Now that the woman had Violet's attention, she continued in a somewhat lecturing, but still friendly sort of voice.

"Cute and sexy panties are a girl's best friends, that's true, but it's the clothes before it that makes revealing your panties that much more fun." Leaning down in front of Violet, the woman held up the thong Violet wanted against the witch's crotch—pushing up her impromptu dress in the process—before adding, "But, even the best panties can lose appeal if your skirt or dress doesn't compliment it."

Violet didn't miss the slight crinkling of the woman's nose as she took in the witch's hand-me down turned dress.

"A girl like you is too pretty to be wearing something like this," the woman added as she took the pile of panties from Violet's hand and gave them to a silent yet firmly nodding Isabel before the woman untied the belt keeping the shirt in place. 'Is she going to? She is!' Violet squealed, getting a knowing giggle from both women. With the belt off, the woman grabbed the bottom of it and slowly lifted it up, purposely dragging her hands along Violet's body as she did so.

Violet was squirming at the foreign fingers, mewling as they passed over her perky chest, before the shirt was finally pulled off. Now she stood there, completely naked aside from her small sandals, in a lingerie store surrounded by mostly complete strangers and as far as she was concerned, the day couldn't get any better. Looking at the two adults, Violet shivered in excitement as they openly leered at her, Isabel going as far as to quickly lick her lips.

"Hmm, maybe we should just keep you like this?" the redhead asked, tapping her chin as she looked down at the naked witch.

"Well, if you want miss …"

"Oh, Lorena dear," the woman named herself but before Isabel cut in.

"Damn, how old are you anyway?" she asked, hand coming up to fondle Violet's soft tit, a thumb rubbing over the nipple.

"Turning 14 in two months," Violet declared proudly, sighing in pleasure as Lorena joined in on fondling Violet's free breast.

Isabel gave a low whistle. "And already packing this? Damn, I bet the boys and girls are all over you," she said with a saucy smirk.

"And an ass to match," Lorena asked, her free hand making a pass and grab of bouncy cheek.

However, before things could go any further, Samantha reappeared.

"Am I intruding?" the attendant asked, looking both amused and interested in finding Violet naked with two other customers.

Her hands were also full of clothes, mostly skirts, small tops, and maybe even a dress or two if Violet was seeing right. Isabel and Lorena both easily shook their heads in the negative as they let their hands slowly drop, leaving lingering touches on the tight teen witch.

"Ready to go trying those on?" Samantha asked as she turned her attention to Violet.

"Yes please!" Violet cheered, getting a round of giggles and coos from the women before all other them followed the attendant back towards the mini catwalk/stage and the changing rooms beyond. Naturally, as they walked the rest of the customers pulled even closer, eyes on Violet as they whispered to each other and even checked her out.

Violet loved it and tried to put into practice a little sway to her flaring hips, earning giggles and even one playful wolf whistle. Petunia was sitting at one of the chairs next to the walk, not looking even slightly bothered by the other women paying such attention to Violet. If any, she made a point to look Violet up and down before whistling low too.

"Maybe a new rule for home; you have to stay naked," she mused out loud though the look in her eyes told Violet she was seriously considering it, bringing a hot blush to the witch's cheeks.

"Oh, think we can exchange numbers and you invite me for tea some time?" Lorena asked excitedly, bold as brass, getting Petunia's attention on her. "I could bring honey cakes if you like … and my daughter," she added in a huskier tone getting a curious eye from Petunia. "She'd love it, especially since I got her a thong for her 14th birthday too—her first—but she hasn't had a chance to really show it off."

"Hmm, that could be interesting," Petunia replied and soon enough, Isabel was in the conversation too.

Samantha just chuckled as she herded Violet to the changing room as Petunia made fast friends, all revolving around spending time with the slutty witch. Violet was almost vibrating with excitement at the thought of future tea parties. Instead of the nagging, neighborhood housewives, it would be these fine ladies. Violet would happily serve tea and cakes for them, along with any other services that may be required of her.

Samantha placing a hand on her shoulder pulled her from her fantasies for the moment, taking the teen witch into the first available room.

Violet stepped in first before Samantha followed, setting the clothes down on a little table. The witch also noted Samantha didn't even bother closing the door, not that she'd protest such a thing.

"Oh, can't forget the panties," Samantha mused out loud as she stepped out for a moment. Soon enough she returned with the lacy numbers recovered from Isabel, placing them on the table too. "Now, which pair do you want to start with?" Samantha asked, looking at the collection of panties.

'Well, lets try tame first,' Violet thought, even if she knew her slutty little heart was set on all the thongs and G-strings.

"That one," she said, pointing to a small bikini-cut pair made of baby-blue cotton with a very cheeky cut to the back.

Not a thong by any means, but definitely something to ride into her cheeks and show off. Samantha only gave an amused hum, as if knowing what Violet was really thinking about, but grabbed the panties anyways. Squatting down, the muggle held the undies out underneath Violet as the witch stepped into them. Samantha slid them up, taking her time to tug them up more when they met Violet's cunt until her folds were clearly visible through the thin material.

"Turn around baby," Samantha instructed, getting immediate compliance from the witch, presenting her cute rear.

A guiding hand to her lower back had her bending over, legs spreading a bit as Violet nibbled on her lower lip to keep from mewling. A gasp did escape her as she felt Samantha's hand caressing her through the panties, making the material really dig into her cunny.

"That's better," Samantha then said, giving one of Violet's partially exposed cheeks a quick kiss. "Now the skirt and top."

"No bra?" Violet asked curiously.

Samantha only smirked and reached forward, grabbing onto one of Violet's tits and lightly squeezing as she asked, "Do you really want to hide these puppies?"

She merely shook her head and soon enough Violet was dressed up in a small, black plaid skirt that reached mid-thigh and a bright green top that practically molded itself against her slim yet curvy frame, highlighting her slim waist and flaring hips.

"Now let's show you off," Samantha said, the clear excitement in her voice getting the witch just as peppy as both walked out.

As Samantha directed her onto the start of the mini catwalk, Violet noted most of the customers were now in or around the seats, chatting and waiting for the witch to come and present herself. It seemed that her aunt, Isabel, and Lorena snagged themselves the best seats right at the end of the walk. Even in a normal length skirt, with the seating position and height of the walk, her panties would be clear as day to anyone sitting there.

"Ladies!" Samantha called, getting all eyes on them making Violet squirm on the spot, but for all the right reasons. Turning to Violet, Samantha gave her a grin as she patted her bum and stage-whispered, "Strut your stuff."

Violet looked back at all the waiting eyes—about a dozen women in total—and shivered in excitement but also nervousness. She wanted to be both cute and sexy, but she lacked the experience, and she didn't want to look foolish.

"Don't worry baby, you can do this and look, they'll love whatever you do," Samantha said, leaning into her ear while Violet did look at the waiting women again.

The excitement and leers were there, but there was also warmth and that fondness that she'd been seeing all day today. It did wonders to relax the young witch, a sense of calm and assurance flowing through her. Taking a deep breath and feeling her magic buzz with life around her, Violet started walking.

The first steps were a little shacky, the witch unsure of whether to try and sway her hips or just walk normally, maybe even do a little skip. But with each step, as she felt the gazes on her body and face, she drifted into a rhythm. Her walk got smoother, with a playful, soft sway to her young hips as some of the women gave little encouragements as she made her way to the end of the short walk.

Seeing her aunt looking at her with practically adoring eyes for the first time made warmth blossom within the witch's chest and between her legs as she smiled cutely and did a little twirl. Her skirt flipping up to show off her panties was met with little claps and teasing whistles. Violet giggled and then turned her back to the ladies before bending over again, her hands on the back of her thighs dragging up as she did so until they were cupping her bubbly rear, her panty-covered mound on display for them.

That got more whistles and clapping before Violet noticed one of the women close to one side of the stage had pulled out her phone, the camera aimed at her. Another shiver of thrill passed through her as she turned and walked towards her before turning again, her ass aimed at the woman. She then bent over as she spread her legs more and reached back with one hand and lightly spanked herself.

"Oh, just like that baby," the woman, a dirty blonde with pale green eyes purred as she stepped closer.

Violet grinned as she used a hand to tug the panty up her ass, feeling part of her pussy lips spill to one side getting a tiny moan from the woman recording her. Violet then blew a kiss at her as she straightened up and then walked back to the start of the walk where Samantha was waiting.

"You're a natural," Samantha said as she quickly pulled Violet backing into the changing room and stripped her down with exploring fingers. "Now let's take it up a notch."

Violet could only squeal in approval as Samantha handed her the next pick.

A red silk thong, nothing particular about it, with a jean mini-skirt and a sleeveless, green button shirt. Violet was squirming in delight once the thong was on and hugging her pussy while riding up her ass, so much so Samantha actually had to hold her still to get her into the other clothes.

Once on, Samantha went a little farther and reached into the skirt through the top, hooking her fingers through the waistband of the panties and tugging them up so they rested on Violet's hips. As for the shirt, it was barely buttoned up to begin with, just barely covering her nipples but showing next to all of her cleavage as her girls were pressed together.

Winking at her, Samantha led her back to the catwalk and her eagerly waiting audience. As Violet stepped up, an energetic, light techno music came to life within the speakers of the store, switching from the low, generic background music usually heard in stores.

Glancing back, Violet saw that there was a dial and control panel hidden slightly behind a painting on the wall next to the start of the walk. Samantha gave Violet a cheeky smile, mouthing 'setting a mood'. Violet grinned back before she focused her attention forward and started walking.

She was bouncier this time, playfully moving to the beat as she got admiring looks all around.

Once at the end again, she did another twirl but since it was a jean skirt, it didn't flare as much and only showed some ass cheek getting disappointed aww's from the women. Grinning playfully at their looks, Violet turned around as she bent over, this time sinking down to her knees and then down until her face was almost to the floor. Her breasts were pushed flat against the catwalk and her ass was pointed up and on full display, much to the approving whistles and some catcalls.

She then reached back with her hands and spread her cheeks as far as they would go before she waved her ass side to side, getting moans mixed in from the women. She squeaked then as she felt a hand rubbing over the panties, thumb eagerly running over her little hooded button.

Glancing back, she saw that it was her aunt that had come forward to the edge of the catwalk, giving Violet heavy eyes as she roughly rubbed the teen witch. Violet then moaned as she felt a finger get pressed against her little asshole, teasing the barely covered hole.

"Having fun, my little whore niece?" Petunia asked, her words clearly caught by the women around her who crowded closer to get a better look.

"Yes~" Violet moaned back, wiggling and rolling her hips back against her aunt's hand.

"I knew you would," Petunia continued before grabbing the waistband of the thong and then slowly pulling them down much to the approving calls of the women around her.

Violet mewled as she was guided to flip over, letting Petunia pull off her panties and then spreading her legs, loving how she spotted several phones out recording her or taking pictures of her wet cunt and tight asshole. She then moaned as Petunia leaned closer and gave her cunt a big, wet kiss much to the approving calls and whistles of the surrounding women, all the while never breaking their staring contest.

"Anyone else?" Petunia asked, looking around at the hungry faces.

Petunia barely pulled out of the way before Isabel and Lorena came forward together, licking Violet's thighs and meeting together at her cunt.

The witch could only throw her head back and moan as two tongues lapped at her sensitive folds. After a few moments passed, both women pulled back and took a side, each holding onto one of Violet's ankles to keep her legs up and spread.

From there the women took turns coming up, each giving her a big sloppy kiss on her pussy and licking all around. Violet felt only bliss as she was tasted like candy, meeting the eyes of each of the women, until each had a go, many happily coming around to fondle her breasts while they waited their turn.

"Next set," Petunia purred, leaning backwards into her seat that she'd pulled closer to the walk, causally sniffing the thong at the crotch before giving it to some of the other women to do the same.

Violet couldn't get up and back to Samantha fast enough, eager to put on the next bit just to have it taken off again. Samantha giggled at her excitement, again helping Violet strip but pausing before she could hand Violet any new clothes.

"I want a taste," was all the blonde said before she squatted down and pushed her mouth against Violet's cunt as she grabbed handfuls of the witch's pert ass.

Violet gasped and then mewled as Samantha licked and nibbled on her lower lips, bringing the witch to higher pleasure.

It took a minute before Samantha was finished, nearly bringing Violet to orgasm but not quite making her groan in horny need. Samantha only smirked at her, lips and chin a little wet from her snack, before helping Violet get into her next set of clothes. Another thong, this time a thin, practically transparent white one with little bows on it. With it came a small strapless sheer dress that was almost transparent too, hugging her curves in all the right ways.

"Oh, you look good enough to eat," Samantha complimented as she guided Violet back to the walk before switching the music to a slower, more sensual mix.

Violet followed the switch, slowing herself down as she walked, running her hands over herself and pausing whenever one of the women reached out to touch her. Caresses on her ass and tits, fingers dragged along her creamy thighs, even one taking a moment to grab her feet, slip each of her sandals off, and kiss her feet. Violet could practically taste the lust and need building up around her audience.

Some of the women were slipping their hands into their pants or under their skirts, rubbing themselves as they watched Violet like the juiciest piece of meat. Others had opened/taken off their tops and bras, fondling themselves or their neighbors.

As she reached the end, Violet looked on longingly as her aunt, Isabel, and Lorena sat together on the one seat. Petunia had all eyes on her even as Lorena pawed and suckled on her exposed breasts and Isabel had her hand fingering her, her aunt's skirt pilled to her hips and her own panties pushed aside.

"Was mommy the only slut or were you sister sluts?" Violet asked sweetly, swaying lightly to the music as two women came closer and pawed at her from each side, tugging down her sheer dress until it was at her hips.

"Oh, I have stories," Petunia purred back, breathing heavily as she rolled her hips on Isabel's fingers.

"Mmm, I can't wait," Violet returned before sighing as the dirty blonde woman from before came closer and started to kiss and suck of one of Violet's now exposed nipples, hands coming up to play with the witch's other tit.

Violet wrapped an arm around her head to keep her close as the other woman, a young black haired one with pale blue eyes, tugged the witch's dress down to her ankles and pooling it at her feet. Violet watched as the black haired one then kissed along her hips and down to her thigh, hands teasingly pulling at her thong.

"Turn to me darling," the dirty blonde said, guiding Violet into doing just that.

"Violet," the witch said, mewling as the black haired one quickly turned her attention to kissing the witch's ass cheeks and grabbing handfuls of her rear.

"Marian then," the dirty blonde named herself, closing in and tugging down Violet's head, their lips meeting in a lusted frenzy.

Violet moaned into the older woman's mouth, parting her lips and letting Marian's tongue in to plunder however she wanted as the older woman's hands fondled her full, B-cup breasts. She also felt her thong get tugged down before she felt a soft, warm tongue lick from the back of her pussy lips to her ass. The witch could only shiver and twitch at the sensation, soon feeling another pass as the tongue eagerly rimmed her little hole.

"Dear god, you taste amazing," came the slightly muffled voice of the black-haired woman running her tongue all over Violet's blinking hole.

That lasted for another good minute or so until by some signal, both women pulled back leaving Violet a panting, shivering mess that again, didn't orgasm. The little witch glanced back at the ravenette, seeing the woman leaning up with puckered lips and begging eyes. Violet didn't even need to think about it, turning around and slamming her lips into the woman's, their tongues quickly meeting. Another few seconds the woman pulled back, humming as she licked her lips.

"And I'm Diana by the way," she said, winking and then pinching Violet's ass as the teen witch made her way back to Samantha.

"Ready for the next one?" Samantha asked, the woman looking flustered herself with her top gone leaving her large breasts exposed.

Violet absolutely loved the barbell piercings in her nipples and wondered how they felt. Violet still managed to nod even with her eyes trained on the woman's chest, getting a knowing look back. However, for a moment Samantha glanced over Violet and back to the waiting group of women only to gasp, surprise clear as day on her features.

Wondering what got such a reaction, Violet looked back as well. Firstly, was what she more or less expected, finding the writhing group of women looking moments away from falling into an all-out orgy. The only thing keeping them back was that most eyes were hungrily looking in Violet's direction, except for two of them.

It was the mother-daughter duo that caught Violet's eyes early on. Both had clearly been enjoying the show just as much as everyone else, the mother having her top tugged down to expose her own full breasts and pierced nipples while her daughter next to her had her panties hanging at her knees, her shorts nowhere to be seen. However, both were standing stock still, skin paled, and looking towards the aisle leading to the entrance.

Following their line of sight and finding just who they were looking at, Violet also gasped.

'Stars above, she's gorgeous!' the young witch thought, her eyes nailed to the vision slowly walking closer to the gathering of women. First was the height; the woman was easily amongst the tallest Violet had ever seen in person, probably touching on or even surpassing six foot even without the tall heels. The height was deliciously balanced with the woman's curves, a flawless, full hourglass figure highlighted by the silky pitch-black, gown-like dress she wore.

'She has to be double D, maybe even an E!' Violet mentally squealed, looking on in wonder as the woman's breasts showed no sag even with the lack of bra, judging by the impression of big, suckable nipples pressed against the thin fabric of the gown. Every step gave just the slightest jiggle, the hip-high cut of the gown showing sun-kissed calf and thighs, and if Violet was watching right, no hint of a waistband for panties. 'She's not wearing anything under.'

Violet shuddered in place, dragging her eyes back up from the woman's hips and hoping to see a peak of something, back up to her face. Every inch of her skin was perfectly even in its tan but that only made her platinum blonde—near white—hair stand out that much more. If Violet didn't know any better, she'd say that hair was made of liquid ivory.

She wanted to get a feel of it so bad!

And then her eyes. Like two, burning rubies cut straight from the perfect ore, the slit pupils only adding a sense of feral passion and intensity to go with the woman's aristocratic features. All in all, she was the embodiment of perfection as far as Violet was concerned. However, she was shocked out of her staring as she felt Samantha's hand on her shoulder.

Being suddenly led back to the changing room, Violet looked up at Samantha curiously as the woman looked back intently at her.

"Okay, you just saw that goddess of a woman coming in, right?" Samantha asked to which Violet quickly nodded. "Well, that's the owner of this store and the parent company that runs at the international level," the muggle revealed, getting wide eyes from Violet to which Samantha nodded. "Yep. Miss Adriana von Draegul, the power behind the company and my boss's boss a dozen times over."

"What's she doing here?" Violet asked in wonder, peaking around the corner back towards the catwalk and the horny women around it, her eyes nailed to the platinum blonde.

They'd definitely noticed the beauty within their midst and looked to have calmed somewhat though some were looking at her with wide eyes, clearly recognizing her. Though the mother-daughter duo had left, not that anyone else seemed to have noticed or cared.

"She's actually a regular visit," Samantha answered, leaning over the corner too, above Violet. "Apparently back at corporate HQ it gets dull fast, so she travels between a bunch of the smaller branches and off-shoot stores."

"So, you know her personally?" Violet asked, glancing back at the woman.

"Yes," Samantha replied as she backed up into the changing room.

"Will you get in trouble for…" she wasn't sure what to say, vaguely gesturing to the main room and the women that had been pawing at and stripping her, tasting her and quickly approaching doing more with plenty of evidence to bout.

She wasn't sure how or why all those women were so okay, if outright into it, but if even only one of them wasn't and blew the whistle of what had been going on less than a minute ago, there would trouble. She wanted the attention and didn't feel shameful in the slightest, but she didn't want her kink for exhibition and slutty demeanor to cause everyone else problems.

Seeing her look, Samantha smiled reassuringly at her as she cupped her cheek. "Well, you're a bit younger compared to our usual customers but what was happening itself wasn't exactly new here. We specialize in catering to more than just clothes and have a very loyal customer base thanks to it. Why do you think we have that catwalk?" Samantha asked almost smugly.

Violet thought about it and could see it being a bit of an attraction all itself. Store sporting sexy, trendy clothes along with some classics and even simple, more modest sets in a discreet location with a spot for women to model before their peers if they chose. Hell, Violet wouldn't be surprised if they could install a stripper pole in moments at the end of the walk.

And now Violet was thinking about what she'd do on a stripper pole.

"You should see the parties that we get in the upper floor or the basement when it's rented out," Samantha mused out loud as she started sorting through the cloths for Violet.

"Other floors?" the witch asked, getting a saucy smirk from the attendant.

"Oh yes. Upstairs is the specialty clothes for sex and toys. Downstairs is a lounge and play dungeon."

Violet's eyes were beaming at hearing that. Now she wanted to go and explore but Samantha beat her to it, holding up another set for Violet to put on.

"We're still doing it even with her here?" Violet asked, more for Samantha's sake than anything else.

She personally wanted to run back out there and get that gorgeous woman's eyes all over her.

Samantha started grinning seductively as she leaned in close and whispered, "We're doing more because Miss Adriana just loves see amateurs using her catwalk, so a cute little slut like you will be just to her taste."

Grinning, the witch quickly stepped into the tiny G-string she'd picked out, trembling in delight at how the thin black cloth dug into her pussy, leaving her lips to spill out the sides. Samantha then helped her slip into long, thigh-high black tights and a garter belt, clipping it to her socks. Then she shimmied into a tight red miniskirt that didn't even reach the bottom of her ass or cover much of her pussy. Last was a cloth bikini-top, the thin material looking almost painted on as it hugged Violet's endowed beauties, perky nipples poking through.

"Ready?" Samantha asked after Violet checked around to make sure everything was in place.

"Yes!" she almost cheered, strutting after the woman as they both left the room and around the corner to the walk.

Violet paused just before taking the few steps up onto the catwalk, looking down to see that the women were waiting. However, now it looked like her aunt had willingly relinquished her central seat to Adriana. The gorgeous woman was sitting, long legs exposed thanks to the way she crossed them, casually speaking to her aunt even as her ruby eyes looked back towards Violet. The little witch could only shiver in excitement as her cunt and magic both trembled under the attention.

The sudden start of another jazzy song playing shook the witch out of her staring match long enough for her to get on the catwalk.

As all eyes turned on her, hungry and leering much to her delight, as she started to walk. She put more of a sashay into her hips, a bit of a pout on her lips as she kept her eyes locked with Adriana's own. The amusement and interest were clear as day, but the woman seemed far more in control of herself than the rest of the woman crowding around the walk.

Even as she paused and posed whenever one of the women reached out to touch her, she still kept her eyes on Adriana, until she reached the end and was now looking down at the woman sitting only a foot or two away. Trying to give her most charming smile as she swayed to the music, slowly running her hands up and down her body.

The women were perfectly happy with her little show, some calling to 'take it off' or just coming closer to reach forward and do it themselves but Violet's attention was on the platinum blonde. So, slowly sliding down to her knees, Violet then shifted to sitting on her rear on the edge of the catwalk, legs spread. Her left hand came down to teasingly rub herself along her tiny panties as she looked into Adriana's eyes.

The platinum blonde only quirked an amused eyebrow at that, not a hint of fluster on her cheeks, but even then, Violet wasn't about to give up until she got a reaction.

With her left busy, she used her right to untie the little knot at the center of her top. The moment it went loose her breasts bounced free as she pulled the bikini-ish garment over her head and tossed it towards her aunt. Petunia caught it, looking very entertained at her niece's actions. Winking at her aunt for a moment, Violet then returned her attention to the woman that had all of her attention.

Adriana had a slight smile to her lips; an amused, almost indulgent one as she then pointed a finger at Violet and made a 'come hither' motion.

Violet certainly didn't need to be told twice as she slid her ass off the catwalk then slowly took the few steps needed to get close to Adriana. At her action, the other women quieted down, watching carefully with hooded eyes as the little witch approached the platinum blonde beauty. Under those burning ruby eyes, Violet had never felt smaller and so vulnerable, like a tiny kitten about to jump into a tiger's open jaws. Her heart raced away in her chest, her arousal having soaked through her tiny panties and dripping along her thighs.

Adriana certainly didn't miss it going by the way she glanced down, her smile getting a little smug at seeing the reactions caused, before Violet noticed her sniffing.

Adriana suddenly took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she slowly exhaled before she opened her eyes again. Violet was pretty sure they were actually glowing now, and she felt like a piece of meat about to be eaten to the last morsel, yet she still closed in. Leaning closer, Violet slowly and deliberately put one dainty hand on Adriana's knee, marveling at how soft the skin felt.

However, that was soon pushed aside as Violet took far more in than she thought she would.

She gasped as her magical senses flared, flooding with the power she felt emanating from the platinum blood, tightly held and suppressed to the greatest degree until Violet touched her. Vague impressions of the moon and night among other things flashed behind Violet's eyes before a wave of feelings assaulted her; loneliness, sadness, desire, and need, the yearning of someone searching. All and more came through Violet's senses as she touched the powerful magical woman.

At this point, between the looks and power, Violet would hard pressed to deny the woman being some sort of magical goddess.

And then, as quick as the flood came, it receded leaving Violet gasping, eyes locked with those of Adriana. The woman was doing much better, her tan skin darkening from her cheeks to the massive display of otherworldly cleavage. Her chest was also heaving, making her perfect melons bounce with every breath within their thin prison as Adriana locked her wide eyes on Violet.

The next thing she knew, Adriana had scooped her up and placed her square on her lap, hugging her close and making the teen witch squeak in surprise. Violet felt her entire head heat up as her face was pressed against Adriana's sinfully blessed breasts, the warm flesh feeling both pillow soft and yet resiliently firm.

And she thought her tits were nice!

Violet didn't even bother trying not to nuzzle into Adriana's breasts, mewling in delight as her entire body shivered and her cunt wept with need as the platinum blonde's smell got to her. Honeysuckle and earthy herbs with a hint of iron and something else that simply drew the witch in. Her magic was purring like a kitten finding a giant, fresh pile of hot blankets, making her want to bury herself into the platinum blonde's presence.

A deep, resounding chuckle came from the large woman as she pulled Violet tighter against her chest, one of her hands trailing down to cup Violet's rear and squeeze her in possessively making the witch moan.

"Well, that was a surprise," she spoke, her voice velvety and dripping like warm honey.

Violet shivered at the voice as she turned her face up to look into Adriana's heavenly face, sinking into those burning ruby eyes.

"What's your name, lovely?" she asked, bringing her right hand up to lazily trailed a finger along Violet's cheek and jaw.

"Violet, Violet Potter," the witch answered getting a moment of surprise going across Adriana's eyes.

The woman then used her finger to push aside Violet's fringe, showing her odd scar that looked vaguely like a lightning bolt. It was an ugly, bright red thing that she always made sure was hidden by her bangs.

"Hmm, now this day is just full of surprises," Adriana mused out loud before taking her eyes off the scar and focusing back on Violet's emerald eyes. "And tell me lovely, do you know what you are?" she asked.

Violet thought about how to answer that, knowing they were both currently surrounded by muggles, only, they all seemed remarkably quiet. Glancing around, Violet finally noticed that all of them looked vaguely dazed and unfocused. Some were still fondling themselves or someone else and passing over her direction with their eyes but there wasn't any clarity to it. Violet could also feel the palpable aura of Adriana's power flowing around them and farther out among the women.

"Oh, don't worry about them, I just thought you'd appreciate a little privacy," Adriana answered the witch's budding question.

Well, if she didn't need to worry about muggles…

"I'm a witch, like my mom," she answered, even though she was pretty sure Adriana definitely knew that already.

"Just a witch?" Adriana asked with a deviously cute tilt of her head, exposing her slightly tapered ears to Violet.

"Ah, a slutty witch?" she quipped after a moment of silence getting an amused yet somehow graceful snort from the larger woman.

What else was there? Unless Adriana was talking about really specific stuff like Violet's technical half-blood status (something she planned to rectify with the goblins, among other things), the witch wasn't sure if there was more to it.

"Oh lovely, you are so much more than just a mere witch," Adriana answered, the hand on Violet's ass rubbing in between her cheeks as she added, "And not just slutty. You're THE slut."

Violet wasn't sure what to say to that other than how good it felt to be called that and was having a hard time focusing as she moaned. The feeling of Adriana's hand digging past the G-string and rubbing her fingers along the witch's pussy and arsehole was delicious. Violet started to grind on the woman's lap, desperate for more friction to finally achieve release after a day of stimulation.

"You like that?" Adriana breathed into her ear, making the witch nod into her big chest.

Adriana hummed again, reaching back with her free hand to the choker holding up her dress and undoing it with a sharp click. Violet leaned back to watch as the soft gown slipped down as if water to fully reveal a perfect set of tits. Vaguely tear-drop shaped with no visible sag as they defied gravity and no unnatural roundness or sudden swelling like in implants but the gentle sloping and curve of natural beauties. 'Definitely E,' she thought, licking her lips as she looked at the big, dark, puffy nipples.

"You want?" Adriana asked knowingly, bringing her free hand to heft her left tit, making it bounce an inch or so from Violet's face.

"Can I?" she asked eagerly only for Adriana to smirk and use the same hand to cup the back of Violet's head and pull her in.

Violet's lips met the puffy nipple and the witch quickly started to kiss all around it, worshipping it like such perfection deserved. After turning to the sister tit and kissing it all over too, Violet turned to the original one and latched onto the nipple, nibbling and sucking like a hungry babe.

Adriana just about purred in delight, cradling the back of Violet's head before murmuring, "Suck harder."

Violet moaned in affirmative as she did just that, her hands coming up to fondle and squeeze the breast as she ground herself against the woman. She got more into it and then gave a harsher suck and bit of a bite on the nipple, getting a low moan from Adriana, before warm, thick fluid burst into Violet's mouth.

Her eyes flew open in surprise even as she moaned at the creamy, earthy taste and hungrily swallowed it. 'Best tits ever!' Violet thought, not even surprised that someone clearly magical like Adriana could provide breastmilk at will. Plenty of her mother's journal entries cited milk play, either coming from her or the other girls she slept with on several occasions.

Violet didn't see or feel Adriana use a spell though, but it wasn't important at the moment.

Redoubling her efforts, Violet suckled away. Warm, rich milk filled her mouth before she greedily gulped it down, feeling whole and content as it settled into her stomach. Her entire body was almost vibrating with energy now, her cunt burning with need and her magic rolling on and around Adriana as if she was catnip.

Soon Violet switched target to Adriana's other, poor, lonely breast. She was rougher this time as she nibbled and tugged on the puffy nipple, getting the vague impression that Adriana loved rough play. She was right, as the woman gave a louder, needy moan as her fingers continued to rub Violet's cunt and ass from the back making the witch moan in turn.

After minutes of this, Adriana sighed as she gently pried Violet of her tit, getting a petulant whine from the horny witch. Adriana only giggled at that, leaning down to lick the few drops of milk spilling down Violet's chin and before engaging in a full kiss with the witch.

Violet submitted before she could even think about it, mewling into the kiss as her lips were expertly pried open and Adriana's tongue invaded. It was then Violet became aware of just how long Adriana's tongue was, the dexterous appendage curling around her own, small tongue and still snaking back to Violet's throat. 'Is that a spell too? I want to learn it!' she thought, moaning wantonly as Adriana broke the kiss for a moment. Both were panting as they stared into each other's eyes, lust, need, and maybe more building in them.

"I'm not usually like this, but I can't seem to help it with you," the woman said, her glowing eyes zeroing in on Violet making her entire body heat up more if possible.

Violet then threw her head back and made a hissing moan as one of Adriana's fingers dug into her virgin arsehole, lightly pumping into the tight entrance as Violet clenched on it out of reflex.

"I know I can't hog you all to myself, but even then, you're mine first," she heard Adriana growl, drawing the witch's eyes back to the platinum blonde's face.

She only saw Adriana open her mouth again before her dark pink tongue darted out, slipping through Violet's lips before she could even gasp, and plunging into her throat.

Violet made a slight gagging sound as Adriana brought their lips together again, even as her long, serpentine tongue acted of its own accord and pumped back and forth. Violet's eyes almost rolled into the back of her head as she felt her throat getting fucked by Adriana's tongue, the sheer dirty erotica almost being too much for her. Sometimes she lightly gagged as the hot, smooth organ dominated her mouth and throat, pumping and writhing within as if she was swallowing a real snake.

Adding in the pleasure of the one finger currently exploring in her ass and the witch was at a peak of pleasure she didn't know she could reach.

She was a moaning mess as she surrendered in her entirety to Adriana's touch and whims, somehow getting a growl of approval from the overwhelming woman. Violet tried to give back just as much, sucking and nibbling on the tongue as she slightly bobbed her head back and forth to meet Adriana's plump lips. It vaguely reminded her of reading a small passage in one of her mother's journals, about making out with a witch while both sucked on an end of a double-sided dildo.

Adriana certainly made it known how much she liked it, making her tongue pump rougher as she added a second finger to Violet's arsehole, both digits pumping up to the knuckle as she clenched around them. The heat pooling in her core was searing at this point, her entire body shivering and twitching in Adriana's embrace as she gave herself to the magical beauty.

And then, in a dual attack, Adriana forced her coiling tongue further in and down Violet's throat as she also added a third finger, ruthlessly pumping all three into the witch's ass.

Violet made a gagging scream of some pain and overwhelming pleasure as she orgasmed, her cunt spraying her girl-cum as her arse clamped down on the glorious invaders. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she could only see white, tremors of pleasure pulsing through her body as her magic flared, only to be corralled and dominated by the potent power rolling off Adriana.

Violet was in a near stupor for over a minute, moaning and panting as Adriana lazily pumped the fingers in her ass while slowly retracting her tongue. Violet made sure to lick it and suck on it as it passed through her lips, looking on adoringly at the platinum blonde that, as far as she was concerned, owned her now. She knew it, down to her quivering core, that no one would ever get her and make her feel like Adriana could.

To make her submit in mind, body, and magic, something as precious to a witch as her soul.

The thought of not being around this vision of a woman almost physically hurt to the young witch. She needed to stay around her, at minimum to see her regularly. Violet could feel that longing hidden deep within Adriana, and she wanted to fill that spot, knew that she could better than anyone even if she wasn't sure how she knew that or why.

And it wasn't one-sided either.

If her magic was acting like a kitten cuddling up to Adriana's warmth and presence, then the platinum blonde's magic was a massive she-tiger curled around her possessively. Pain and death were the only options to anyone so much as thinking about taking Violet away from the ruby-eyed woman.

A hum from Adriana broke her out of her thoughts, the woman leaning in and giving Violet a soft, yet somehow soul-searing kiss that made Violet melt all over. It easily lasted for a minute or two, neither in a hurry to separate. Once they finally broke apart, a thin trail of saliva still joining them, both grinned.

Only, Violet then gave another small, hissed moan as Adriana slowly pulled her fingers out of Violet's ass getting an amused chuckle from the blonde. As soon as the fingers were out, Adriana brought them up to between their faces. Violet blushed hotly at the sight of the shiny wet fingers, mewling as Adriana gave her a wink and slowly stuck the fingers in her mouth. One by one. Moaning as she kept her eyes locked with Violet's, taking her time to lick around the fingers with her incredibly long tongue.

A long, forked tongue.

Musing about whether it was natural or the result of a spell, Violet focused on Adriana's face at large. After finishing her treat, she popped the fingers out of her mouth and then leaned forward, giving the witch another quick kiss.

"As much as I'm loving this, I shouldn't keep all of them dazed too long," Adriana said, looking around the gaggle of women mostly minding their own business, trapped in Adriana's magically induced waking-dream.

"Yeah, probably," Violet admitted, watching her aunt lazily lean against Isabel's naked chest, poking one of her nipples and giggling. She then frowned a bit as she looked back at Adriana. "Are you going to, um, wipe their memories?"

She knew from her mother's journals that it was a standard practice for magicals to hide their activities form muggles, throwing around mind altering spells like cheap candy at times. At this point, Violet was pretty sure everyone being so okay with Violet's behavior and their own in turn is her fault. She didn't know if her leaving would suddenly leave all these women confused and then horrified of what they did, plus seeing the pictures they took of themselves and each other.

It wouldn't matter how willing Violet was for all of it.

However, before she could worry herself too much, Adriana caressed her cheek, smiling at her before saying, "Normally yes, but there's no need in this case because it's you."

Violet could only tilt her head in confusion. Because of her? Sure, she could get she caused it, but why not erase the memories? Luckily, Adriana elaborated a little more, but not explaining everything.

"No. You see, you're special Violet Potter, in more ways than one. Anything like this happening …" Adriana said, gesturing to the gaggle of dazed women around them. "… is perfectly okay and will stay that way even if you leave and they never see you again. Hell, walk out naked and strut down the street and people will cheer you on. Think of it as one of your special quirks."

Violet still felt a little confused but didn't get a chance to really ask as Adriana slipped her off her lap and then snapped her fingers. Violet felt Adriana's magic focus and return back to its master as the women blinked around, regaining focus.

As they snapped back to it, Violet glanced at Adriana and caught the woman giving her a wink before patting her rear and leaning forward, stage-whispering to her, "Next outfit."

That made the women around them come to, eyes zeroing in on Violet once again. The witch couldn't help but giggle at how they reacted to Adriana's words and her presence.

"Alright then," Violet shot back, walking away with a sway to her hips, feeling the eyes following her.

Samantha looked more than ready to help, judging by the hungry looks she was getting…

Violet sighed in content as she stepped back into her room, letting the used towel pool on the floor and leaving her refreshingly naked.

She walked up to her open window, uncaring of bouncing chest being seen. She trusted Adriana's words and judging by her aunt having phone calls with the ladies' numbers she got today, blatantly talking about how much fun they had with their new model, and making plans for more visits, either to the store or straight to the Dursley home.

It seemed that the platinum blonde was right about the after affects.

Still, after another hour or two of 'modeling' Violet left the store with a full wardrobe for free! Adriana wouldn't even hear of Petunia paying for anything meant for Violet and judging by some of the looks from the other women, they would have chipped in too. Several in fact helped take the new clothes to the car.

From there, the witch and her aunt had done a bit more shopping, getting her shoes, a coat, and even new pillows and blankets for her bed. Violet had been so happy about how the day turned she even offered to model some of it to sate Vernon's curiosity and burn off some of the excited energy when she got home.

Not the same as in 'A Lady Never Tells' but more of just her outer clothes with skimpy but not outright slutty outfits.

She certainly flashed her pink, pussy-hugging thong enough times though, getting a dry 'very fitting' from the portly but much calmer man. 'And now I just have to—ah!' Violet smiled as she watched a large form flying towards her window. She stepped out of the way of the window as the bird flew past and easily landed on her bed, sharp yellow eyes turning to her.

"Hello, you must be Acheron," Violet greeted the large, Great Grey Owl, holding her hand up towards it getting a curious yet friendly nibble on her fingers.

Giggling lightly at the sensation, Violet spotted the small pouch held in one of Acheron's powerful talons.

"May I?" she asked politely, getting the owl to bob his head and hold out the talon to her. Once it was in her hand, she pointed to a small cup filled with bits of meat leftover from dinner. "Enjoy."

Acheron ruffled his feathers as he quickly hopped closer and dove in, getting another giggle from the witch before she focused on the pouch. Remembering Adriana's instructions, she opened the zipper and then pulled the opening, making it stretch a fair amount as its contents spilled out.

A smooth, leather bound journal that according to Adriana, would allow them to write to each other in real time. Grabbing it excitedly, Violet flinched at a sharp sting to one of her fingers, watching as a drop of blood was absorbed into the cover before the entire thing glowed for a second or two. Now only Violet could open it.

The second was a small, black, silky choker with a tiny ruby pendant.

'Just a little start so everyone knows you're mine' had been Adriana's words, before the woman gave Violet another long, hungry kiss. The platinum blonde also mentioned some protections being crafted into the ruby of it, telling the witch to wear it at all times, even showering and sleeping.

Not wasting a moment, Violet grabbed the choker, again with a sting and drop of blood taken bonding it to her, and then clipped on the accessory. Just putting it on made her feel warm and safe, like Adriana's magic.

With that on, Violet turned her eyes to the last bits in the pouch, a collection of panties.

However, these panties—naturally thongs and G-strings—were special. They were Adriana's specially made panties that she wore on occasion. Magically made with some exquisite material called Acromantula silk, the panties were now Violet's pajamas and something to wear whenever she expected to see Adriana.

Because both knew they would, no questions there.

Taking her time to put away the panties back in the travel pouch for safe keeping, she slid into a silvery sheer pair. She sighed in content at the soft, clingy feel of the panties hugging her cunt. Looking back, she saw Acheron looking at her and giving her another bob before he took off, back into the night sky.

Closing the window and turning off the lights, Violet crawled into bed under the covers, snuggling into the warm blankets. Thinking of the beautiful woman, her folds started to warm with need and her arsehole clenched in memory of servicing fingers. Smiling indulgently to herself, she shifted to laying on her stomach, her breasts and erect nipples rubbing against the bed cover with her ass raised on her knees, both her hands snaking down.

One down her front, slipping into the panties and teasing the needy folds. The other, around her back, pushing aside the thong and quickly digging in two fingers into her blinking hole. A mewl escaped her as she started to work herself, the sinfully beautiful face of Adriana in mind…

How was it for the first chapter? I'm going ham with the smut in this story, so be looking forward to that. Feel free to give me ideas or requests, I could easily write them in, or make dedicated omake's to them.

Yes, Adriana is an OC but she's based off another show/source. I bet some of you are already seeing connections. She'll also be Violet's main pairing along with one more who you won't meet for a another chapter or two.

Also, this story is inspired by Harlequin Potter and the Velvet Butterfly, The Rise of Meretix, and Harriet Potter: Hogwarts Cumdump. They're are great stories found in Hentai Foundry or Adult Fiction but discontinued from what I can tell.

I will also be making an account in Hentai Foundry, Archive of Our Own, and maybe Adult fiction just to cover my bases and cross-posting there.

My the smut be with you!