I've been doing what I've been doing when it comes to stories. That being, when I follow an idea and I like it, I check out that author's other works and favorites they have public. In doing such, I've always found more interesting stories that I would have never found otherwise. One of the more recent ones is an older Stargate SG-1/Avatar: TLA idea someone did and completed. Another such as the Mandalorian Harry idea that I mentioned in a previous entry. There is a lot of creativity on this site that sometimes goes completely under the radar unless you explore someone's favorite stories list. It's been a pleasure to show off these stories in these openings.

Today's entry is a similar case, I discovered it while looking through someone's favorites. The story itself was a three-part story where Harry opens a sex shop and hires Tonks to be a product tester. The author of this story, kenriot1214, has said that anyone could use this idea and just run with it. And thus, that is what I'm doing, I'm keeping the core concept – Harry opening a shop – and changing the rest. In the case of what I'm going to be doing, Harry will be opening a sex shop filled with magical and muggle marital aids but instead of Tonks or by himself, he'll be opening this shop with his wife Fleur. That's right, this is going to be a "Flowerpot" story.

Usually, I save this for the end of a story when I'm discussing the viability of it, but I may as well cover it now in case someone misses it at the end. Even if I were to release this separately, I wouldn't expect this to be a very long-lived series at all, maybe an absolute maximum of 12 entries and a minimum of maybe 2 or 3 including this one. Honestly, there's only so much you can do with the concept itself when talking of being outside of a few-chapter short story. But with that covered, let's get this started.

Title: Harry and Fleur open an adult store.

Rating: Explicit M for adult situations.

Pairing: Harry/Fleur. Others may be involved but they are the primary.

Description: Harry and Fleur Potter have decided to go into business together providing bedroom items to both couples and individual men and women alike. In doing so, they've come across a few old friends who want a more "hands-on" demonstration and they're more than happy to do so.

Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my copy of MS Word and my desktop. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, I just play around with her characters. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.

WARNING: This chapter entry contains explicit material between adult characters and the discussion of sexual activities with other characters as well as solo actions. If you are uncomfortable with this, please move on to the next entry. If you're alright with this please feel free to continue.

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"So, George," Harry said looking across the table of the office of the shop.

"Yes, Harry?" George asked.

"I want to expand Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes."

He looked at his underclassmen friend in surprise. "You do?"

"Yeah, but..." he trailed off.

"But?"

"I just want you to hear me out here."

"Alright?" he asked uneasily.

"Fleur and I have been talking, and we want to help people like we were in school."

"What do you mean?"

"How much do you know about marital aids?"

George cooked his head to the side. "I'm unsure if I've ever heard that term before."

"Has there ever been a night where Angela just wasn't feeling it and you have to crank one out to fall asleep? Or you not being home while she's feeling randy and she has to rub one out?"

"Yeah...?" he trailed, his tone suggesting that Harry choose his next words carefully.

"Well, imagine if there was an analog you could use instead. Say, you could use an artificial fanny that feels just as realistic as your wife or she has an artificial prick as real as yours."

"That... would be better than just a hand," he admitted.

"And it wouldn't be just solo material but racy lingerie aids for couples, potions and elixirs, and audio/visual stimuli."

"That sounds exciting."

Harry smirked. "Indeed, it does."

"And this is a new idea."

"Yes and no."

"How so?" George asked.

"The muggles have had these shops for decades. Granted the ones Fleur and I observed for inspiration were always seedy feeling, like you shouldn't be there. In Japan, we saw a more welcoming experience. It is an experience that we wish to bring to our store." He shook his head trying to get back to his original point, "We all grew up being extremely sheltered from sex on this side of the Channel which has caused some… interesting developments socially."

George nodded. He had heard of several divorces from couples, mainly intermingled ones from muggleborn to pureblood – or lesser yet established magical – families. A more recent high-profile case involved the former missus of Blaise Zabini. In a shocking move, he had married a girl a year under him but after two years they just broke up the marriage they had. No children were involved, luckily, in any custody battle. The rumor mill among the 'high society' wives was that they only slept together rarely. She had tried to get him to go to marriage counseling by a muggle therapist but he wouldn't have it. There wasn't much on the magical side of things for counseling; well, not in Britain that was. Magical Britain was a bit of a geographical sandwich. Just to the south of them was western Europe which was very open about adopting aspects of muggle social programs and adapting them to their magical communities, something that Fleur introduced him to, then there was eastern Europe which was like Britain was as to how their magical 'aristocracy' worked, then there was the 'Far East' which was a grab bag of being either sequestered or more open with outside ideas (a more recent adoptee of outside ideas in the region was Japan), lastly, there was the Americas which were about the same as well; doubly so for America itself, sometimes it was more open to muggle ideas and other times they were extremely closed off. One historical example was mentioned in the memoirs of Newt Scamander and private journals that Luna had shared with Harry after her marriage to Newt's descendant where a Jacob Kowalski had briefly used a wand with some success during the war with Grindelwald which raised all kinds of questions. MACUSA had covered up much of his involvement due to that but he was still mentioned as an ally and was left alone after the conflict. The ICW didn't want the word of muggles being able to use extremely limited magic getting out as that'd cause all sorts of trouble their world wasn't ready for yet.

"Yeah," George agreed. "Even Hermione and Ron's marriage isn't going too well these days."

Harry frowned at this. The two were his best friends. "Perhaps we make them our first customers, then."

"What did you have in mind?"

Harry pulled out a blueprint printed on magical parchment. It was similar to how the concept of the Marauder's Map worked, but it allowed for a single sheet to be used and could view the property in all three dimensions. "This is the space we're thinking of."

"That's…" George said as he did the math on the square footage for space, "quite a lot of space."

"I know which is by design. We need to be able to have different areas for different things."

"Like?"

Harry pointed to the entrance. "Here we'd put the registers for check-out." He then pointed to the center of the shop layout. "Here we could put different perfumes or colognes that are less 'everyday' wear and more 'sexy time' wear. Could even put some lingerie on display from a vendor or shop that wishes us to promote it." He pointed to one section. "Over here we could put female-oriented toys." Then he pointed to the other side. "And here male-oriented toys. And in the middle where they meet more couples targeted toys or toy sets for couples."

"And here?" George pointed towards a more sequestered area.

"Two ideas. The first is a more… controlled substance area where a strict watch is needed."

"Controlled substances?"

Harry nodded. "In our travels during the last year, Fleur and I have discovered various potions and elixirs that have different sexual uses. For example, a variant of a love potion which is distilled to be stronger but allows the drinker to keep full knowledge of their actions; it basically removed their inhibitions."

"How is it different?"

"Where a love potion is keyed by the purchaser to get the drinker to love them in an almost hypnotized state, this lust potion which is being created and bottled by us internally when the store is up and running will – as mentioned before – keep the drinker in full control of actions and thoughts, but will remove all of their inhibitions towards their partner or partners. For example, if a woman likes getting buggered but is too afraid to ask her husband to do that to her, three drops and she'll be begging for it up the ass of her own accord as that's what she wanted in the first place."

George rubbed his chin. "That has some potentially interesting uses."

"Indeed, it does, which bring it a more serious topic, since we'll be manufacturing it in-house, we need to keep control of it as those with malintent may try to modify it to do something it wasn't designed to do."

"Like causing a group of women to become sex slaves willingly at the hands of their captors."

Harry nodded. "In conjunction with the Ministry's new Department of Controlled Magical Substances, we will be required to keep records on top of check for the identifications of those purchasing it. This is a substance that is meant to be used by adults for consenting adults. There will be other options as well of various uses as well that we'd sell."

George nodded. While they got rid of many of the issues with the Death Eaters, there were still people out there that would use benign things for evil intent. "What about this second floor?" George pointed out.

"What we're thinking is more 'specialized' goods."

"Specialized?"

"I don't know if Angela has made these requests, but Fleur has a few times to both of our enjoyment." He proceeded to pull out a wizard photograph and showed it to George who immediately had blood rush to his cheeks on top of his loins.

George took it from him and asked as he looked at the image. "What is this?"

"It's called BDSM, or bondage, domination, sadism, and masochism," Harry explained. "Some girls like getting tied up, handcuffed, gagged, blindfolded, deafened with headgear, and left on display for their lover. Some guys like it as well done to them, but to each their own." The image showed Fleur suspended in midair in ropes with her legs spread apart implying displaying her bare sex with her calves tied to her thighs so she'd be forced to walk on her knees if she was on the ground, her ankles had ropes tying them to a central knot above her where her wrists also were tied to. The load was balanced in such a way that she wouldn't be feeling actually painful strain on her limbs. She had headgear on that pulled her nose back like a swine's. Her hair was in a ponytail which had a metal ring braided into it which had a rope that connected to a hook that was up her ass causing her back to arch. In her mouth was what looked like a red rubber ball which was held in place with a leather strap; the ball had a few holes which allowed drool and allegedly sound to leak out. Around her neck was a leather dog collar that had been resized for a human; on the collar was a brass nametag that said 'Fleur' and a leash was connected to a ring on it which was currently on a hook preventing her from swaying too much. She was blindfolded with a silk cloth and her ears covered by what looked like the same muffs that Professor Sprout made them wear for mandrake repotting. Her breasts hung downward but swung as she heaved in pleasure and attached to her nipples were weighted clamps that pulled at them. Lastly on her clitoris was what appeared to be some kind of suction device and in her quivering quim was a phallic toy that buzzed in motion. She was completely exposed and humiliated from any onlooker's perspective.

"And she… likes this?" George asked as he handed back the picture.

"Immensely. Sometimes she just wants her hands tied up to the bed's headboard, sometimes she wants to be gagged, sometimes she wants to be led around the house on her elbows and knees like a pet."

"What a woman…" His mind started to race thinking about how Angelina would look in the same 'precarious' situation

"I'm glad you think so. Though we usually don't go all out like in that photo as it takes a lot of setup and aftercare so we save it for special occasions. But those items you saw we got from a muggle shop and we'd be able to sell more exotic variants too."

"That's… wow." Trying to change the subject, he pointed to a larger area near the back of the second floor. "What about here?"

"We were thinking of a lecture hall."

"A… lecture hall?" George asked confused. "Why?"

"To use the previous photo as an example again, how do you think Fleur and I did this safely without hurting her? Someone had to teach us the right way to tie the knots and set the load balancing so that none of her joints, especially her neck, would be stressed and strained. Fleur and I, or another instructor, could give seminars on how to be safe with your partner. We could also do product demonstrations as well showcases if a vendor or maker wants to show off their product."

"And the area below it?"

"We're not sure. Two ideas. The first is we could make it a 'peepshow theater.'"

"Peepshow theater?"

"Some places had them in America. You put in a coin, we're thinking a sickle for now, and the glass clears up to see a performer performing lewd acts on the other side. A set time passes and it clouds back up again."

"That may be messy," George commented.

"Indeed. The other idea is media."

"Media?"

"Such as magazines from the muggle side to sell as well as some startups we've managed to contact in the Americas, Japan, and Korea. We're talking pin-up images of sexy models or famous people, should they agree to have their likenesses used. The muggles have pornographic films and Fleur and I have been experimenting on how to make this transition to the magical side of things."

"In what way?"

The first is a Pensieve memory collected by a 'cameraman' which is sold. Fleur and I made a sex memory with Gabrielle as the 'camerawoman' in this case."

"Wait, Gabrielle?" George stopped Harry. "As in Fleur's younger sister?"

"The same. She even joins in from time to time with Fleur and I."

"How did you get her to agree to that?" George legitimately wanted to know.

"Veela have a different way of looking at sex, or so I'm told. Due to the love and dedication we have for each other, Fleur is more than happy to share our love with other women."

"Are there others…?"

"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," Harry joked. "In all seriousness, yes there have been others but I won't name them for the sake of their privacy."

George turned back to the blueprint and thought it over. "Can I remain a silent partner as you were to WWW? The store is more of a family-friendly space. And I'm pretty sure mother will blow a gasket if she found out. Six children and she's a prude towards it even after we've all grown up and have either children of our own or have spoken about it at the family reunions. I used the right analogy there, right? Gasket?"

"You did," Harry confirmed. "'Flip her lid' and 'have a shit fit' would have also been acceptable," he joked. "But yes, you may remain a silent partner. You'll get a cut of the profits as I had gotten with Fred's shares of the store."

"And the missus and I sampling some of the goods?"

"I can't see why not."

George pulled out a bottle of fancy liquor, the type you only brought out on special occasions, and poured two fingers in the glass for him and Harry. He held it up in a toast, "To good business."

"To good business," Harry agreed.

Harry went home and as he walked in the door, he was greeted by his wife wearing muggle casual clothes, something she mainly wore when doing shopping in the muggle side of Britain. "So, how did it go?" she asked, excited about the outcome.

He closed the door and replied, "George agreed." She 'squeed' and hugged him before pressing her lips to his. When they parted Harry continued, "But he does wish to remain a silent partner as I am to the Wheezes."

"I'm more than happy to acquiesce," she agreed to the terms.

"All that's left to do is buy the property, bring in the design team, advertise, hire associates and train them."

She pressed a finger against his lips. "Non. That is tomorrow Harry and Fleur's problem. Tonight is for celebration."

"What did you have in mind, missus Potter?" he asked his wife who was already starting to have her cheeks flush.

"Well, mister Potter, I was thinking of a light supper followed by dessert."

"Oh, what kind of dessert?" he asked with a wry grin.

"Your favorite," she huskily replied.

"Treacle tart?" he asked faux obliviously, a pointed index finger to his chin in thought.

"A very special treacle tart." She then leaned into his ear and whispered. "I got a new test batch of that potion that I already drank, it should be in effect by the time we finish dinner." She then kissed his ear before lightly biting the lobe.

"Oh? Then let's not keep dinner waiting, hmm?"

It was a very special treacle tart indeed. Notes would be made for later to give to Daphne.

Fleur was on their bed, her back arched as her husband's tongue lapped at her perfect, Veela folds. She panted as his skilled muscle licked the sensitive skin of her sex. "How… do you like your special treacle tart, mon amour?"

He pulled his face away from her sex seeing that her juices stained his mouth and dribbled down his chin. "It tastes just like a treacle tart. I love it." He crawled up to meet her face to face and kissed her. Her tongue explored her own juices and confirmed that it did taste just like her husband's favorite dessert. "Though something's slightly off."

"Hmm?"

"It tastes a little too tart and not sweet enough."

"We'll need to let our mad scientist know to adjust the flavor profile accordingly, non?"

"Indeed." He positioned his mighty man-rod near her entrance. Fleur spread her legs further to allow deeper penetration once he did enter her. "But I want to make a remix on the treacle tart," he said lustfully, her allure getting to him and the heat radiating off their bodies.

"What would that be?"

"It needs to be cream-filled." He immediately plunged his member into his wife's sopping wet, waiting pussy. She cried out in lustful pleasure before she was cut off by her love covering her lips with his and their tongues explored each other's mouths.

She felt her man's member grow in girth. She knew he was going to blow soon. "Yes! Inject this treacle tart with your baby cream!" She squealed as she came herself but her man was still going.

"Fleur, I'm going to-!"

"Yes! Come for me! Come all of it inside me!" He grunted as his seed flowed inside her waiting 'tart,' the contact of his 'baby cream' spurting against her cervix pushed her over the edge again and her tunnel started to rhythmically pulsate trying to milk out every last drop. She wrapped her legs around his waist keeping him in place until every last drop of his essence was inside her. They both kissed passionately once more as he slowly drew himself out of her. If she was observant enough, she would have heard a small 'pop.' She shivered from the absence of her man's meaty rod. He rolled over and lay beside her. Still feeling a bit mischievous, she slid down and positioned herself between his legs and started to clean their combined juices off of his prick, her soft hands gently massaging his balls. The sound of sloppy slurping filled the room until she cleaned it to her satisfaction. She let the taste of her altered juices and his seed linger in her mouth before swallowing it. "You know," she mewled as she crawled back up to straddle her husband, "it probably would taste better if you drank the 'sweet cream' potion."

"I didn't know that Daphne made that one."

"Not yet, she hasn't," she replied mischievously. She was raring to go once again and rubbed her cum dribbling slit over his rehardening meat scepter ruining the point of cleaning it in the first place. "It looks like my pussy's best friend has reawakened." She kissed him again before plunging herself once more atop him. "After all, this is supposed to be a celebration, non?" she hummed happily as she felt full again.

He kissed her again as he groped her breasts and pinched her nipples for teasing him which caused her to help but was silenced by their conjoined lips. "Indeed, it is, mon fleur."

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One month later…

"Welcome to orientation," Harry said to his new employees.

In front of him were eight women and two men. They sat in the 'lecture hall' which had Harry and Fleur on the stage. They were dressed professionally for this, him in a suit, and her in a smart-looking dress. Their new employees were dressed in a pink and black uniform to mark them apart from any customers with nametags identifying them. Due to the nature of the work, a couple of the girls had elected to use aliases which were respected.

"Today begins your new employment at 'Potter's Pelvic Pleasures.' Our company is a welcoming space for all witches and wizards looking to spice up their love life or find a companion during lonesome times. We pride ourselves in providing the best quality dildos, pocket pussies, lingerie, sexual potions, and more to our clientele. Your job as floor salesmen is to provide quality information to potential clients to help them decide what is best for them," Harry continued.

"As this is a welcoming space," Fleur continued, "there will be no kink-shaming."

"That is, shaming a specific action that a potential client is into."

"Doing so may result in a lost sale and repeated offenses may result in termination of your employment. Our job is to make our clients happy, returning customers."

"The only time that it is ok for calling out a kink or fetish is if it is actually illegal."

"Though we encourage you to state that 'our products aren't meant to be used that way' before informing a floor supervisor or either of us," Fleur added.

"If there are any questions about the products themselves that you do not know, you may speak with either of us."

"Are there any questions at this time before we continue?" Fleur asked.

One of the burlier men held up his hand. "You hired me on to be a bouncer." Harry nodded. "Who am I supposed to be keeping out?"

"As this is an adult establishment the rules behind this are fairly clear on the muggle side of the fence at least in Britain, but magical gets strange. Even more so internationally. In France, for example, the homeland of my wife, the way sex is discussed between parents and their children is handled at a younger age though not in detail. When they come of age it's not uncommon for them to come into contact with different shops and see streetwalkers."

"My mother took me to get my first toy shortly after my coming of age. The local laws allowed her to bring me with her. I would not have been able to enter on my own," Fleur clarified.

"In similar stores that my wife and I explored for inspiration, it was a hard age eighteen. Until otherwise stated by the Ministry of Magic, we remain at the age of seventeen as the minimum age of entry. An age line will be installed at the threshold to alert you of any underage individuals, permission of entry for those under that age must be accompanied by a parent or guardian." The bouncer nodded. "If there are no other questions, we will go over the products that you will be tasked with selling."

The slide projector turned on and displayed two columns. "The toy categories you will be selling fall into two different categories: manual and automatic," Fleur started to explain. "Manual toys are toys that require the user to move them how they see fit; this in the muggle world would be normal. The other type is automatic which requires the user to pour their magic into the matrix and depending on what specifics will do different things." She changed it to show a pocket pussy with realistic-looking lips. "This is one of the premier artificial pussies molded from well-paid Veela contractors. In the flesh-like material, there are runic arrays embedded and activated by the user's magic. The premium edition has the features of realistic undulation, pressure changes, heat generation to simulate real body temperatures, self-lubrication, and independent stroking. It's like having your own, private Veela cumdumpster ready and willing whenever you want. Many wonder what it's like to fuck a Veela, now they can," she said with a smirk giving her husband a side-eye.

"Not that I need to imagine," Harry quipped flirtatiously. That got him a playful elbow from his co-owner wife. He clicked to the next slide. "Similarly for our phallic favoring clients, we offer something similar." It showed what appeared to be a normal dildo. "Our ultra-premium model has similar features. Realistic feel with flesh-like material which has different firmness levels as desired, self-radiating warmth, and of course self-locomotion. Instead of self-lubrication as a real pussy would have, this one ejaculates a semen-like fluid upon command."

"These are, of course, these are the premium models and the most feature-rich. We offer models of both with fewer features for those looking for a more budget-friendly nocturnal companion. Questions?"

"Who are these based on?" a future salesgirl asked.

"The original dildo was based on my husband and the original Pocket Veela-."

"Patent pending," Harry interjected.

"-is based on me," Fleur concluded. "As mentioned before, we've contracted members of various Veela colonies who have graciously allowed us, for payment and royalties, to use molds of their vaginas to base our premier line on. Our less expensive models utilize patterns for the simulation of various sensations. Some may be more realistic than others. Unfortunately, with dildos based on humans, we're a bit limited and have to be a little more generic."

"Luckily that isn't all we sell for our phallic preferred customers. Behold!" Harry clicked onto the next slide to show much more exotic objects. "Our Animalia line. Sourced from the research of a close friend with access to plenty of magical beasts we're able to provide fantasy to the bedroom. Ever wonder what it's like to fuck a Cerberus? Well, you can find out! Want to know what a true dragon prick feels like? Go ahead, try this bad boy out!"

"And there is so much more to go into, including gaining experience yourselves," Fleur added.

"Experience ourselves?" a girl asked.

"Why, yes. Didn't you read the contract? It states you get a cost-plus five percent discount on all goods to try for yourselves so you may promote the best aspects of our products." The girls blushed at the thought of taking a night with a beast in order to sell it to their customers.

"So much more to cover, so little time!" Harry said as he continued with the presentation.

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Opening day…

A crowd gathered in front of the newest shop in Diagon Alley, a shop that had a lot of discussions going on in various circles as to what it was and what it was for. All of the promotional material and advertising it as a sexual health store which explained exactly that. The only question was what was going to be inside. But that would soon be revealed after the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

Harry stood outside with his wife beside him who held the comically oversized scissors that had no purpose but to be used for ceremony. He held his wand to his throat amplifying it over the babbling of the crowd present for the ceremony as well as those doing their normal shopping. "Thank you all for being here today," he started and the crowd quieted down. "This is a first for Wizarding Britain and hopefully not the last. My wife and I have curated the contents of this store to delight all who walk within. So, without further ado-," he trailed as he stepped slightly aside so his wife could stand beside him. They both gripped the scissors and cut the ribbon. "-I declare the official opening of Potters' Pelvic Pleasures!" There was a round of applause and while that happened one of the workers cleared the store's threshold.

When it was clear Fleur spoke up, "Please, come inside!"

The couple walked hand-in-hand inside and the crowd followed. Slowly all of the curious bystanders came in, bottlenecked by the door and the bouncer who confirmed they were of age, turning a few children away who tried to sneak in.

Among the curious crowd attendees were a few of the couple's friends including, but not limited to: Luna, Hermione and Ron, Gabrielle, and Tonks. For most onlookers that tried to look into things, they wrote off their appearance as showing support for a close friend (and family in the case of Gabrielle and Tonks).

The couple spent a fair amount of time greeting potential customers as their hired associates pointed interested parties to different parts of the store while the newly minted owners helped check their new clients out. Eventually, it died down to a more manageable state allowing Harry and Fleur to visit.

"Hello, Gabby," Harry greeted his sister-in-law. "How are you enjoying the store?"

The barely graduated, eighteen-year-old hugged him, "C'est magnifique! So many options for a girl like me!"

"I'm glad you like it."

"Do you see anything you like?" Fleur asked her sister. Some may have considered this a very awkward conversation, but the two sisters spoke of it like they were talking about the afternoon weather. Gabrielle looked around and leaned into her sister's ear. She blinked and smirked as she said, "Petit pervers." This got a light punch from her sister on her arm. "Nous pouvons le tester plus tard," she whispered just loud enough for Harry to pick up.

"How come it feels like you two are plotting against me?"

"I'd never do that, mon amour," she replied with a Cheshire grin.

"I don't know. I know that look in your eye. Shame on you, speaking in a language I'm not fluent in," he teased back. "Perhaps, je devrais te punir, hmm?"

"Votre français s'améliore," Gabrielle declared happily with a small clap.

"I'm still a long way off from fluency, but your sister's lessons are slowly sinking in." He ruffled her hair as one would do to a kid sister. "Let us know when you have your things selected, and we'll give you the friends and family discount."

"Merci frère," she said as she skipped off to the display of dildos. Gabrielle was almost like a miniature version of her sister. Where Fleur was borderline 5'10"; Gabrielle was still 4'11", edging in on five feet tall. Her breasts were a full cup size smaller, but just as perky, and her ass wasn't quite as plump. She was, though, a little spunkier than her elder sister.

His attention turned to his next friends, Hermione and Ron. "I'm glad you two made it," Harry greeted his oldest friends, the three of them exchanging hugs.

"We wouldn't miss it for the world, mate," Ron said. He did feel slightly uncomfortable. In all fairness, Harry did as well when Fleur and him explored shops for inspiration. "It's quite… something."

This got him a slight elbowing from his own wife, "Ronald."

Ron indignantly replied, "What? I'm not quite sure what to say. It's quite… different from what I'm used to."

Harry chuckled. "It's alright, Hermione," Harry reassured the two. "And I agree, it is going to be a strange situation for many for at least a while. Hopefully, with our little shop, we'll open the eyes of the more prudish to allow them to enjoy their private time or with a lover more enjoyably."

This got Ron to shuffle a bit uncomfortably. "Would you like me to show you some of our toy sets for couples?" Fleur suggested.

"No, you don't-," Ron started to say.

"Please," Hermione interrupted.

'Leave it to Cupid to fix some hearts,' Harry thought as she took them both by the hand and led them to the potions and elixirs counter. 'Probably the costumes too,' he added.

It didn't take long before Tonks found her way to him. "Interesting store here, Harry," she said.

"Certainly, see anything interesting?"

"I saw an interesting, sexy rendition of a Catholic schoolgirl outfit on top of a sexy Hogwarts outfit."

"Ah, yes. Some people like to relive their schooling glory days in a different light."

"Any girls you had your eye on that you wanted to conquer?" she teased.

"Oh, there were a few. Daphne Greengrass, Su Li, Luna Lovegood, Katie Bell, Susan Bones, even at one point Ginny."

She winced at the last one. "She was sort of a bit…"

"Obsessed, yeah. Fangirl spurred on from the written stories using my likeness. Luckily, she's calmed down and found herself a couple of boys over the years. Still gives me looks when she's visiting Ron while I'm there."

She leaned in close and purred into his ear. "Would you have liked to conquer me?"

"Well, had you been only a year or two older than me, I certainly wouldn't say no to the chase."

"Oh, how come a year or two."

"Because Harry didn't start looking at girls that way until fifth year," a dreamy-sounding voice came from behind her. She whipped around to see the petite form of Luna waving to them. "Hello, Harry."

He walked over and hugged the much shorter girl. Out of all of his friends, she was the only one who never really seemed to grow taller. She was still 4'8", as light as a twig, and had small-cupped breasts. Her husband looks absolutely enormous next to her which made quite a few people think 'how the fuck does he not snap her in half when they fuck?'

"Hello, Luna. Enjoying yourself?" Harry asked the smaller woman.

"Yes. I enjoy seeing all of my designs on your shelves and horny women lining up to buy them." She paused for a moment, a finger to her lips. "I should pick up the Puff toy to see how it compares to the real deal."

"Puff?" Tonks asked.

"It's a toy based on the mold of a Hungarian Horntail's penis."

"By compare, you mean you…?" Tonks asked warily.

"Oh, not in that way, you dirty girl," she laughed. Immediately Tonks was set at ease. "I kept a copy of the original and will be critiquing the scaling."

"Of course, your criticism is welcome," Harry said. "You know these beasts the best."

"Indeed, I do."

"How goes the next set?"

"Next set?" Tonks asked.

"As our previous conversation would imply, Luna is our source for all imprints for our 'Wild' line of dildos."

"All of the fantasy, none of the potential maulings," Luna added.

"Also, the lack of zoophilia which is frowned upon."

"Indeed."

"How does it work, exactly?" Tonks asked.

"When a mommy and daddy love each other very much…"

"You know what I mean."

Luna puffed out her cheeks. "You're no fun. There are two ways Rolf and I get the designs for Harry's shop. Mating season allows us to get a very up close and personal view of each magical animal's members and for those that are too dangerous, we use more long-range observation. It makes it less accurate but as close as one can get all things considered."

"Fleur and I thank you for your sacrifice," Harry said in a tone that Tonks was unsure of whether it was serious or not.

"Oh, it's no problem at all. You and Fleur pay Rolf and me well for our work and it's fascinating how these animals mate."

"Always the zoologist," he shook his head. "Any luck on the Crumple-horned Snorkack?"

"Not yet, but Rolf thinks he has a lead. However, what I did find was something interesting in the shop."

"Oh?" Harry asked.

"The 'Make you own lover' kit."

"Ah."

"Make your own lover?" Tonks asked. "What's that?"

"It allows for the purchaser to buy either a single or couples' kit where they make a mold of either their lover's dick and balls or pussy, they send it back to us, and we make it a special order. Our market research in the muggle world shows that this would be quite popular with dedicated couples who spend a fair amount of time apart on business trips and the like."

"That does sound quite good," she thought. 'It would have been nice when Remus was around.'

"To sell it to a wizarding audience, we even created a magical sync to it." Before Tonks could ask what it was, Harry continued. "We magically pair the two custom molds so that movement and actions done to one affect the other. So, if a woman's lover suddenly thrusts into the toy of his wife, she'll feel her toy press deeper into her and any pressure she provides from her pussy will be transmitted to the pocket pussy her lover is using. And if he busts his nut in the toy, hers will erupt as well in sync."

"That seems like it would be quite popular."

"In concept, yes. But due to the cost of it because of the enchantments taking a long time to do, it will be a time before it is more easily available unless you're willing to part with a few dozen galleons; so, for now, it's special order only."

She winced at the cost. Her family wasn't all that rich. Sure, they were comfortable, but not rich. The Black family disinheriting Andromeda hurt the most in that regard. Ted and Remus's life insurance policies had paid out fairly well, but it wasn't enough for paying for Teddy's caretaking without working. Harry helped out, but she wasn't one to take charity. Harry saw this.

He looked to Luna who nodded, they were on the same page. "Tonks, how would you like to be in our beta test group?" Harry asked.

"Beta test group?" she asked.

Harry nodded. "As you know, we can't just release product despite what some may think. We need someone or multiple someones to test them."

"For example, the designs I create and send may or may not be compatible with human physiology. We test it and see if they need to be scaled down to not create lawsuits," Luna added.

"The Puff?" Tonks asked.

"In real life is over a yard long and between a foot and six inches in girth alone. At the smaller end. Some can get as long as three yards long and almost one wide."

Tonks blanched. No woman, witch or not, could take that up her quim or ass without tearing something and being sent to the hospital for an embarrassing sexual injury. Some women were size queens and trained themselves to take such large objects, but things at that size were absurd! "I can see that you agree," Harry said.

"Y-yeah," Tonks said nervously.

"Here is what I propose: we send you prototype toys that Luna designs after initial redesigns such as resizing, you test it and provide a review with both positive and negative criticisms in where it can be improved, and send it back. We try to fix those issues and have you test them again until you find them satisfactory. This would be considered a part-time job in which you will be paid well for your contributions. You may opt-out at any time or pass on a design or product."

Tonks thought for a moment. A part-time job testing sex toys? Easy as pie. "Are there others in this testing program?"

"As we do need men to test products such as the Pocket Veela, we do have men as well as other women and couples under confidentiality agreements who are already doing the same as we're proposing now to you."

"What other things would you have me test?"

"Potions and elixirs, costumes, lingerie, perfumes, and other gear."

"It's a pretty good gig," Luna added.

Tonks thought for a while before stating, "I'll do it."

"Excellent," Harry said with a smile. "Fleur and I will draw up the agreement. Come over to our place tonight around ten and we'll have you look it over and show you what we expect. You don't have to dress up or anything."

Tonks was going to ask what that meant but Luna gave her a smile that said, 'You'll find out soon.'

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The Potter residence, later that night…

Tonks apparated outside the property line of the Potter family home. It was a mansion in the veritable middle of nowhere population speaking. Then again, it was quite common for manor houses for many of Wizarding Britain's elite. Large and sometimes overly unwieldy to show off their wealth. The Potter family was ancient as ancient could be, with tons of handed-down wealth for generations. Due to the size of the family for the last hundred or so years, much of the home went unused, treasures and other artifact items were housed in a wing stemming from both the muggle and wizarding.

One time Harry had taken her on a tour and on one wall alone was enough violations of muggle British law that if they knew he'd be getting a knock on his door. He had innumerable firearms from both theaters from all combatants in pristine condition on display. Stg-44s, MG42s, M1 Garands, Arisaka bolt-action rifles, and so on. There was even a Japanese katana on display that, according to Harry, his grandfather on his mother's side gifted to his future son-in-law's family as a token of friendship. His mother's father had served in the Second World War in both theaters. This wall was where the two men had bonded over their wartime experiences and shared stories of comradery and brotherhood before they both passed. The Potter patriarch on the more magical side of the conflict, and the Evans patriarch on the muggle side. Allegedly his maternal grandfather's stories had been recorded for some memorial project some years ago to remember the veterans of that war. Sadly, the same couldn't be said for the Potter grandfather; unless a Pensieve memory existed, his actions in that war will likely fade from the annals of time.

She shook her head and cleared it of the negative things. There was a ballroom where the couple had hosted a few Christmas gatherings over the years where mostly family and good friends were invited with a few notable exceptions such as a recently elected MACUSA president and his ambassador to Wizarding Britain and the magical French prime minister, though they were rare. The main areas the couple used were the kitchens, dining rooms, a living room, and their bedroom; the latter of which was obvious in rumor and factuality.

She walked to the front door and knocked. It opened to no one, but she looked down to see a house-elf dressed quite smartly; a rarity in magical Britain. "Hello, miss Tonks, master Harry and mistress Fleur are expecting you," he said. "Please, follow Dobby."

He closed the door with a snap of a finger as she cleared the door and threshold. In the 'great hall' were several busts of previous Potter family members. She noticed the one for James Potter, the only member of the Potter family she even remembered seeing. They were all done in a marble stone in the way a bunch of Greek and Roman busts was done in.

They walked up the stairs into the second level and into a living room. It was quite lavish, to say the least. Comfortable couches, and chairs in front of a fireplace. A wizarding wireless was in the corner currently playing what sounded like smooth jazz, not her personal cup of tea due to being a bit of a rocker or metalhead. On a coffee table in the center of the comfy room were Harry and Fleur sitting on a couch with a glass of wine sitting in an ice bucket. Glasses already poured for themselves with a third, empty glass opposite them. Opposite them was another couch that was empty.

"Master and mistress, miss Tonks has arrived," Dobby announced as they walked in.

The two stood up as Tonks walked over. "Please, have a seat," Fleur greeted. The three sat down at the same time. "Would you like a glass?" she offered.

"Sure," Tonks replied. Dobby walked over and filled her glass. "Thank you," she said to the house elf.

"Dobby is happy to serve," the house-elf humbly said with a slight bow.

"That will be all for now, Dobby. We will call if we need anything else," Harry stated. The house-elf bowed again slightly before vanishing.

"I see you really meant not dressing up," Tonks commented taking in the two's appearance. Harry had been dressed in a grey hoodie and sweatpants with what looked like an undershirt underneath. Fleur was dressed similarly but in baby blue and it looked fuzzy like one of those fleece blankets.

"Indeed. No need to put on airs now." He held up his glass. "To friends and good business." They clinked the glasses together and took a drink.

Tonks had good wine before, not really much that was in the 'expensive' tier though due to life circumstances, but this was beyond good. "What is this?"

"It's a Cabernet Franc from one of the Delacour family vineyards. If I recall correctly the one near Bordeaux?" he asked Fleur.

"Oui," she triumphantly replied. "You are learning your wines."

He looked to Tonks. "The French take their wine very seriously."

"You can't be the country that has a copyright on 'Champagne' as both a brand AND word and not be," she said proudly.

"As with the Irish and Scotts with their whiskeys, the South Americans with tequila, and the Americans with bourbon and Tennessee whiskeys," Harry countered playfully.

"We've had it longer."

"Yes, yes you have." He then turned to Tonks, "Liquor trivia aside, let's get down to why you're here." He pulled out a manilla folder that inside had a contract. He turned it around and presented it to her. "Here are the terms that Fleur and I have drawn up. Please read them over."

Tonks picked up the piece of paper, it was quite short in comparison to the ones she used to have to fill out for the DMLE. In her roles and responsibilities, she was to test various products thoroughly and write up descriptive and informative 'after action' reports. Feelings about the experience, how it felt, how she felt after, and if she'd use it again were listed as examples of what they were looking for. Upon submission of the report an immediate forward of 10 galleons and upon review a total pay of… "This can't be right. 1000 galleons?"

"No, that is quite correct."

"We know that time to test toys and other products may take time, especially for more elaborate tests," Fleur added.

"Elaborate tests?"

"Ones that require a partner and their assistance, for example."

"Oh." One thousand galleons per submission for testing some toys? That would easily put Teddy through primary, Hogwarts, and whatever he decides to do for post-secondary education. Harry had placed a pen in the folder. Her hand was already wandering towards it. Before she could logic her way out of this, she signed her full legal name and set down the pen.

"Fantastique!" Fleur said happily.

"So… when do I begin?" she asked somewhat nervously. After all, this was completely new to her.

"Now!" Fleur bounded up and grabbed Tonks' hand and pulled her to her feet. She then started to pull her towards the couple's bedroom. She giggled as she took her towards the couple's love nest. Harry followed close behind after grabbing the contract.

As they entered the room, Fleur dragged Tonks to the bathroom. "What?"

"We've got to get you cleaned up, non?"

"I guess?"

She didn't resist as Fleur stripped down to nothing putting her angelic, perfect body on display that had no body hair at all. She couldn't tell if it was because of magic or because Veela were naturally hairless in regards to pubes and armpit hair. She found herself also stripping down. She followed Fleur into the large shower they had and five minutes later the two walked out clean but donned bathrobes. They walked out and saw that Harry donned a robe as well. On the bed was a wooden chest-looking box. "And now, for your first official test," Harry said as he opened it up.

Inside were two oblong objects that appeared to look like short tentacles that tapered down before flaring out once again. "What is it?" Tonks asked.

"This is an experimental butt plug."

"Oh, I forgot," Fleur clapped as she brandished her wand. She said something that she couldn't catch in French and pointed at her rear. Tonks shivered as it felt like her entire colon was cleared out. She then did it to herself and moaned seductively. "All clean."

"If you would please remove your robes and lay down on your stomach."

Fleur shed her robe without missing a beat and leaned over the bed face down with a seductive smirk on her face. "Do you do this for every employee's first time?" Tonks asked.

"Only the single girls," Harry said with a grin. Harry noticed her hesitation. "If you want to back out, you still can."

Tonks steeled herself and shed her robe and assumed the same position as Fleur. The Veela leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "Don't worry, you'll enjoy this," she reassured her.

"Alright," Harry began to explain as he showed the product to Tonks. "So, this plug has a self-lubrication feature initiated by your magic before insertion, though that part will be done by me tonight." The plug started to secrete a slimy substance on its surface of it. "It also wriggles as you pour magic into it." It started to animate and come to life as it twitched and moved in all directions. "Love, if you would please spread your cheeks?"

"Oui," Fleur replied as she reached behind her to pull her asscheeks apart, exposing her puckering rosebud. The slippery end pressed against her before he slowly pressed it inside her. She bit her lip as she felt her sphincter get forced open and the foreign object moves deeper inside of her. As it reached the largest point in the base she moaned audibly before grunting as it suddenly narrowed to the flared base sealing it inside her. She turned to Tonks and said, "See? Not so bad."

"Now, it's your turn, Tonks. Please spread your cheeks," Harry ordered as he held the same plug that went into his wife. Its surface glistens in slippery lubricant. Tonks slowly moved her hands to her plump cheeks and spread them apart. She felt the cold, slippery invader knocking on her back door. "Don't clench, just breathe." She nodded and he started to press it inside her. She had to resist clenching down but he moved slowly, much slower than he had with Fleur. Soon it felt like her ass was about to be split open before it suddenly closed. "And there we go, we're all set."

Tonks had found herself gripping the sheets of the bed. 'When had that happened?' "Now what?" Tonks asked.

"Now you focus your magic into the plug," Fleur said. "Imagine as if it's your wand and just let it flow in."

Tonks closed her eyes as she sought out the invader in her ass. It took but a moment, but she started to pour her magic into it, and suddenly it started to thrust itself into her, the flared base stopping it from going inside her. This caused her to grunt out. It started to pull itself out but the large flared inside prevented it from happening and so it thrust inside her again. She looked beside her and saw that Fleur had done the same and it was ravishing her ass. She yelped out in pleasure, gripping at the sheets to keep herself from slipping off the bed. Then the both of them started to feel it swirl around inside, stirring them up.

"What- is that?" Tonks grunted out between thrusts causing her to gasp.

"A self-propelling butt plug that moves around while inside," Harry explained as he sat down beside his wife, shedding his own robe and showing his growing erection. "It's a prototype design."

"Harry- ah- and ah- I have ah- used it ah- before," Fleur gasped out.

"And it will keep thrusting as long as you pour magic into it."

Tonks couldn't focus enough not to do that. It just kept going, but she could feel herself starting to like it which confused her. Anal was taught to her by the other girls in school as a dirty, back door to premarital sex but she never participated in it. Before she could catch herself, her hand was wandering down to her already dripping wet slit and started to diddle her bean while her other hand started playing with her nipples.

Fleur had already fought for control and was winning as she slinked down to her knees and was already worshipping her husband's cock. Her tongue was licking it to the tip before inhaling it from tip to base without gagging. Seeing this feat of skill, Harry turned to her and said, "Veela allegedly don't have a gag reflex. Or at least she doesn't." That got him a playful slap.

Tonks could feel the Allure rolling off the other woman and was intoxicated by it. She was moaning and grunting in her own pleasurable buggering. Once her husband was at full attention, Fleur stood up, the plug still going at it, and laid back. She bent her legs back until her thighs were flat with her torso, her feet behind her head, and used her arms to keep them in place.

"S'il te plaît, mon amour, baise-moi," Fleur mewled out. She reached down to spread her pussy to her man, showing how wet it was, how much she wanted him.

Harry placed himself on top of her and lined his mighty prick's head up with her free hole. "Anything for mon fleur," he said before he thrust inside of her. She threw her head back and let out a cry of pure pleasure as both her holes were filled. Tonks watched as the massive rod impaled the woman next to her. He timed himself to be offset from the thrusting of the plug so she never got a moment's rest. Just never-ending pleasure to her holes. She reached up and pulled her man close, wrapping her arms to pull him in for a deep, tongue-invading kiss.

Seeing this, Tonks' imagination started to run wild as her fingers started moving from her clitoris to her leaking slit to finger herself. Her imagination wandered to the last time she and Remus fucked that passionately, minus the buggering toy, and slowly her former husband's face and body melted away to show Harry fucking her. She let out a cry as she came, but the toy didn't stop.

"Please, mon amour, fuck me! Fill me with your seed! Mark my slutty Veela womb as yours!" Fleur cried out.

"Always," Harry grunted out. This was apparently all the two needed to hear as their rutting intensified, Fleur's ankles locking behind Harry's back, using her legs as leverage to pull him deeper inside her. Harry grunted and Fleur cried out in pleasure as her insides were splattered with his seed, her eyes appeared to roll back.

She came down from her high a few minutes later and released him, resting on the bed itself. The toy thrust a few more times and was still for her. She looked over to Tonks who was still going. "Harry, look," Fleur panted. Beside them Tonks had spread her own pussy and was panting, looking pleadingly towards him.

"Please, fill me with your cock," Tonks pleaded between pants.

Harry looked to Fleur for approval and she nodded. His rod had already rehardened. Tonks had been bent over in the same position she started in. He quickly walked over to the nightstand and pulled out what appeared to be a condom and rolled it on, but it disappeared making it appear nothing was there. Before Tonks could request him to remove it as she wanted it raw, she lost focus as the plug thrust harder for a moment. Long enough for Harry to line himself up and slowly plunge himself into her.

She let out a long moan as she felt the hole, she once reserved for her deceased husband get split wide open. "I'm sorry, Remus, but I need a cock," she whimpered.

Fleur rolled over and kissed Tonks long enough for her to lose that thought. She rubbed a soft finger over her cheek and said, "It's been years, mon ami. Remus would want you to move on and find happiness in this world as you'd want the same for him if the tables were turned. But for now, enjoy this feeling." She nodded to Harry who had remained still until that point.

He pulled out to the head and thrust back inside. Immediately, Tonks saw stars that quickly passed before she saw them again once he thrust back inside of her. "Oh god! Fuck!" she yelped out. Soon her sadness had faded to the ever-growing force of sexual gratification. Her ass was still getting buggered and her pussy battered but her son's godfather.

Fleur stood up and straddled Tonks's back, the freshly deposited cum dribbling out onto her back as she began to engage Harry in a tongue wrangling contest. Fleur's one hand reached down and started to toy with Tonks' clitoris while the other teased the plug further out of her ass which allowed it to slam back in harder, widening her poor bud even more as she did. Tonks couldn't think straight and couldn't focus on anything. The only thing she could focus on was the cock in her pussy and her womb begging to be painted. The sound of the room was filled with squelching, panting, moaning, and groaning. It smelled of pheromones and lust.

"Please, cum inside me!" Tonks pleaded, not able to take it anymore. "Claim me! Make me yours!"

Fleur parted with her husband. "You heard her."

He nodded as he started to thrust faster, ignoring the rhythm he had before he bottomed out in her and grunted. Immediately Tonks could feel herself get filled with hot spunk, her womb's plea heard, she came like a madwoman letting herself cut loose. Harry and Fleur observed as their companion shifted between several different body types and sizes as well as hair colors and lengths before settling back on the one they knew her as. Her plug stopping as well with the sudden severing of magic flow.

"Well, that was interesting," Harry commented.

"Oui," Fleur said as she dismounted. She laid down on her back, exhausted. "A hand?"

He drew himself out of Tonks which caused a small pop sound and one final pleasurable whimper from her. She immediately started to leak out his freshly deposited load. He reached down to Fleur's plug and tugged it out. Her hole gaped slightly and started to pucker as the muscles tried to return. He then did the same to Tonks who whimpered as hers was removed. Her hole gaped much more and was borderline spasming as it appeared Tonks was still fighting through her own orgasm.

"I'm going to get pregnant," Tonks muttered.

"No, you won't," Harry said.

"What?"

"That thing you saw him put on? It's a special condom that kills sperm but allows all of the fluids to flow on through," Fleur explained.

"It's another prototype we're testing. I guess we'll know if it works if you don't get pregnant," Harry commented. He lay down next to Fleur who used the last remaining amount of strength to crawl on top of him. "So, on a scale of 1 to 10, how was it?" he asked Fleur.

"It was alright by itself, but you definitely need a toy for your pussy or a cock to fill it," Fleur answered sleepily. "Five and ten respectively."

"And you, Tonks?" He heard no reply. "Tonks?" He looked over to find her asleep from exhaustion. "Well, we'll ask for her opinion in the morning. Welcome to the company."

"Hopefully she doesn't mind us waking her up early with our morning routine."

To be continued…?

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And with that, I declare this very smutty oneshot/pilot to an end. Disclaimer: all French translations are provided courtesy of Google. I don't speak French so blame them if I got it wrong in any way. There were two Easter eggs in this story, the first was the plug is a reference to an animation done by a Rule 34 artist I found randomly in a Discord server which was reposted from Twitter. If I ever find the artist, I'll mention them. The second is a reference to Mizuryu Kei and his doujin series Mizuryu Kei Land. Think X-Rated Dosney Land where you're encouraged to participate. The physics and rules of that universe are… confusing, to say the least. They wear condoms but somehow the fluids fly. Yeah, confusing af. The first scene was a reference to the material of the inspiration for this idea.

Moving on to the idea itself, again as mentioned in the preface I don't expect this to run very long. If anything, a few chapters at the most. For the interested few, who would you like to see get involved? Am I just asking to drum up a conversation or to grift ideas, that's up to you to decide.

Moving on to real-life stuff. Well, the movening is real. The homeowner of my place is just the worst. Tells me that he's going to be showing off the house while I'm off at my family function this weekend. I swear if any of my shit's missing, I'm going to flip. Finding a place for my ammo can I don't bring is going to not be fun. Sucker's heavy. I could unironically do curls with them if I wanted, though the handles are not ergonomic for it. Ok, I can't be the only one, but does anyone else find ASMR stuff, not the eating stuff as that grosses me out, like calm conversations and the like is just calming af? The stock market's going down, gas prices could be up to $10/gallon by the end of the year, looks like the only currency is going to be either 5.56 or 9mm soon enough. Well, in the meantime I'll just enjoy shit until it's gone. Stock up on dry rice and beans, fam. Always be prepared.

Well, enough doomer speak. About 30 days until the move and it can't come soon enough. If you want to tip me, the addresses are in my profile. See you in whatever I decide to do next.