Feathered families

Part 2/?

James hugged the soft toy that smelled of his son the most to his chest, no longer wailing and screaming but rather numb. He cooed at the toy in the same manner he would his cub, hoping in a way that his son would somehow be comforted by his invisible arms wherever he happened to be. He remembered his own Fertilizer telling him something similar when his Layer died despite the fact wizards, as they called themselves, seemed to believe that Gryffes had no way of knowing what they were saying.

As he hugged the soft ‘deer’ to his chest, he spared some thought for his deceased Fertilizer and Layer. His earliest memories were of his Layer cooing at him while he nursed. His Layer had had the long white chin-feathers that only a Gryffe who was seeing its last years possessed and he remembered curling into the softness, the same nuzzling his son had done to his head feathers only a few days ago, before a clutch mate squawked to receive the same attention. His equally elderly Fertilizer would then call him over and gather him in his arms while telling him his worries of how the Layer looked tired, thinking James could not understand him, his words comforting what he thought were deaf ears and at the same time comforting himself.

But James did understand, he just could not communicate or comfort his Fertilizer with words despite all his efforts. Gryffe vocal cords were simply not made to speak as Wizards did. His Layer understood as well, explaining to him later that Wizards in general often feared death while their kind celebrated it as a part of the natural cycles.

Yes, death was part of a natural cycle and James would have accepted it if his child had died. However, his child did not join the cycle but was taken from him unnaturally and prematurely by James’s own mate, Tom. And through Tom’s words as he wailed he knew and understood why. Tom was feeling the draw of the cycle and James’s first clutch had only produced one egg. He wanted more offspring, better offspring… a child ‘Wizard.’

Yes, James understood on some level but he himself was very young and had many clutches ahead of him after his first baby reached maturity. He also knew from his own Layer that his Fertilizer had produced twelve clutches with him, not one a Wizard and he and his siblings had been allowed to remain with their Layer until maturity or, in the case of his and his clutch mates, the death of their Layer.

Tom had further betrayed him by bringing another mate into the home.

James knew then that his mate no longer cared for him. Though the other Gryffe’s presence, if his sympathetic nature was any indication, was not one that posed any danger, it was basically as his Fertilizer would say ‘a slap in the face.’ The presence of another mate basically told him he was inadequate. His first clutch had produced only one egg and a Gryffe at that.

This new Gryffe’s smell stated it was very fertile and would produce a large clutch when mated almost immediately. James would have to wait until a month after the scent of his little Harry vanished before his body was fertile again. By then, James knew the new Gryffe would be swelling with eggs waiting to be laid.

But as James sniffed the toy’s scent one more time, he wondered if he would ever trust his mate again.
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Harry watched the small wizards play from his corner of the room, having been forced by the small blonde wizard to stay on his small nest while he played on the other side of the room, near the door with the three other boys some game that made a lot of noise. The four boys laughed with each other like Harry imagined clutch mates would, basking in a warm companionship that had little Harry envious and feeling all the more alone.

Harry’s life had changed so drastically in less than a week. He had gone from a life of constant attention by his Layer and Fertilizer to being virtually ignored except by the two other wizards who would pet and feed him three times a day as well as assist him in the bathroom.

Harry began to wonder what he had done wrong to deserve being left with these people. Had he preened the wrong feathers from his Layer’s head? Had he pulled too hard on his Fertilizer’s robes? Had he been too loud?

No, he did not think so. Maybe the situation was only temporary. His Fertilizer would return soon and he would be returned to his Layer! Until then, he would simply have to wait in the room of the small blonde.

Harry was suddenly drawn out of his thoughts by the sound of someone calling his name. “Here Harry! Come here Harry!”

The small dark wizard was calling him. Harry tilted his head in curiosity as the small boy beckoned with his hand in a gesture his Fertilizer used often.

“Give it up, Blaise. You know these creatures do not understand a word we speak,” the blonde wizard said, flashing Harry a face that made Harry stay put.

“You’re so lucky to have a Gryffe of your own Draco!” Blaise said as he turned his eyes back on the game as it made loud cracking sound. “My older brother has been begging for one for years!”

“That makes three Gryffes your family owns?” one of the larger boys asked in awe, a slight trail of liquid coming from the corners of his mouth.

“No, it’s two. My family traded Sirius for this one.” Draco wrinkled his nose again as if smelling something foul. “I think we got the worst deal ever. The other one was always keeping Father on his toes by moving objects around. This one does nothing but cry.”

‘Traded?’ Harry wondered what that was.

“What about… Regum?” Blaise asked.

“Regulus? Don’t know. Father said something about Uncle Sev and it?” Draco said, the look on his face looking slightly as if he really needed to use the bathroom, in Harry’s opinion. A loud snap echoed.

The boys then began to talk about something called Quidditch? Harry stopped listening in favor of playing with the soft blocks on the floor next to his nest. He stacked them up in various ways, but it wasn’t as much fun as doing it with his Layer. He hoped his Fertilizer would come back for him soon!
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WARNING: Rape! (Takes place two weeks after Harry was left with the Malfoys)

Lord Tom Riddle peeked into the room holding his James through the tiny peephole in the door. Just as a few days ago, the Gryffe was catatonic. A talon covered hand was gripping their child’s favorite toy in an iron grip as he stared at the wall. ‘I should have at least given Harry his toy to keep with him… I could always…’ No, Tom had to stop that way of thinking. If he let himself slip even more into those sentiments, he would soon be returning to Malfoy manor for his son. He had to be strong.

Lord Riddle closed off the peephole and turned away from the heart-wrenching sight of his catatonic pet and continued his journey a few doors down to where his new pet was waiting. He’d been giving Sirius several days to become accustom to him, making the squirming pet accustomed to sexual touches in the recent days where he would pleasure the Gryffe with his mouth. He had discovered in that time that Sirius was a wild child by nature and would often scratch at him to get him to stop before attempting to transform, so he had to tie the Gryffe’s hands together.

Lord Riddle opened the heavy door with more difficulty than usual, only to find Sirius had pressed himself against the door to prevent him from entering, squawking frantically with his dark eyes flashing yellow dangerously.

Tom ignored the possible danger as he advanced on the struggling figure, pulling a vial of charmed oil from his robes. One of the most brilliant minds he happened to be acquainted with, Master Severus Snape, was not only known for his potion skills but also for his expertise on breeding creatures. In his newest book, Snape had suggested that fertile Gryffes could be calmed enough to breed by reminding them of the area where the eggs would be carried. He had suggested warm oil being massaged onto the lower abdomen to promote relaxation and make the creature aware of its childless state.

Making shushing noises while applying the vial’s warm contents seemed to temporarily distract the thrashing creature. After half an hour of constantly massaging and shushing, the Gryffe began to coo, its legs parting slightly in such a way it was most likely involuntary.

With one hand continuously massaging the lower abdomen, the other began to work itself on the inner thighs. The legs spread wider to grant the hand better access.

Gradually the hand went into higher regions, eliciting another round of coos as the Gryffe’s body was flushed in arousal. The hand finally began to work its way into the cleft of the Gryffe’s firm ass, then onto teasing the rosebud there, sending the Gryffe into a withering, panting state of madness.

Then, Tom inserted an oiled finger into the Gryffe’s body.

It tensed, the flush of arousal fading slightly, before it began to struggle as Tom added another finger into the tightness.

“Shush, Sirius. It will be alright. You want eggs, correct?” Tom said in soothing tones as he massaged the lower abdomen harder to emphasize his point to the creature.

Sirius cried out as a third finger began to stretch him before all fingers moved around his anal walls in an attempt to discover the pocked entrance to his uterus. They finally found it and pushed in slightly against the membrane of his virginity and then pushed so hard, it ruptured.

Sirius saw white for several seconds from the pain, enough time for Tom to oil and position his manhood inside of him, the head of the penis just barely inside his uterus but filling him completely.

It hurt! It really hurt despite the fact Lord Riddle was attempting to be very gentle. The thrusting could not be over soon enough in Sirius’s opinion as the tip of the elder man’s penis pushed in and out of his internal uterus cavity, stretching something that had never before been stretched. He was squawking and struggling with everything he had to make it stop but it was not working, his pushing against their restraints.

Suddenly, the thrusting sped up as the Wizard’s face flushed brightly before Sirius felt a hot substance fill his insides and the thrusting lessened until it stopped completely and both master and pet stilled before Lord Riddle gently withdrew.

Both were still breathing heavy, one filled with sorrow and slight afterglow while the other was curling into himself in shame and pain.

“It will get better,” Lord Riddle promised his now second Gryffe mate. “The first time is always the worst but by next week, you may find the act enjoyable.”

Sirius gave him no indication of understanding the promise or responding, his fingers slipping below as much as they were able to with the bindings in an attempt to dislodge the hot substance from his anus, only to have them retrieved in a firm grip.

Lord Riddle leaned into Sirius’s face with a dark, frustrated expression and stated low and dangerously, “Do. NOT. Remove. It.”

Sirius stilled and returned to laying on his back on the carpeted floor, shame filling him as he felt his new mate’s seed fall drop by drop from his body onto the floor. One thing that had been impressed on him and his brother their entire lives was to keep themselves and the room where their nest was clean. His new mate had demoralized him in a thousand ways in an act of a few minutes.

END RAPE SCENE

TBC

A/N: So what do you think? Suggestions on how to improve?