Usual Suspects

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Slughorn stared with professional interest at the naked, spreadeagled form of his colleague on the examination table, while he thought about the best way to deal with the confronting problem.

After a moment, he'd decided on what he hoped was the best approach, and cast a spell that washed over Snape's erection. As the penis deflated slowly to limp flaccidness, Slughorn said, "Hmm, well, I see why you were reluctant to take this to Poppy Pomfrey, Severus. That charm I put on will give you some relief, but it's only short term. It's a very rare condition..."

"Never mind it's rarity, Slughorn," Snape snarled back. "The question is, how do I break the curse? My damned cock keeps getting erect, and I end up ejaculating every half hour! I'm worn out and there's no way I can sit through a class."

Slughorn moved to his desk as Snape got off the examination table and began to put his clothes back on.

"There's only one thing I know of that will break the Priapus curse," he answered. "You need to find the wizard or witch who cast it and have sex with that person."

"WHAT? But that could be any one of thousands of people, witches, wizards, Dark Lords, monsters, horny Purebloods, randy werewolves, loony Headmasters..."

Slughorn looked surprised. He smiled indulgently at the pale, greasy-haired, ugly wizard in front of him. "But, Severus, I wouldn't have thought you'd have that many admirers, not to put too fine a point on it..."

Snape cast him a nasty look. "You haven't been in Fandom long, have you, Slughorn?"

End.

Author's note: this story was inspired by the art of rexluscus, at:
http://rexluscus. check it out if you're a SS fan! It's a hoot!

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