Feathered families

Part 4/?

Severus gently encouraged the red-haired Gryffe, Arthur, to lay the next egg, stroking a hand through the long, soft head feathers and stroking his fingers over a milk-filled teat to distract it from the pain. The poor creature had been at it for twelve hours now and had only succeeded in laying three-quarters of the estimated dozen clutch it had been carrying for five months, the largest clutch ever recorded. The eight eggs of various sizes and various shades of blue that had already been laid were covered with Severus’s specially created heating blankets, waiting for their parent to finish with their siblings to give them his natural body heat.

The first of the eggs, a large pale blue one, had already begun to wiggle, indicating the poor Layer would not have much rest after laying before its children entered the world.

Severus winced at the thought of what the poor creature would have to go through with at least eight surviving offspring to attend to alone and handicapped. The Wizard Fertilizer was currently residing in Azkaban for animal cruelty under the Grindlewald Act of 1928, having been found guilty for hexing the red-haired Gryffe so bad it was now unable to stand without falling in its human and gryffin forms.

Luckily, when Severus had mentioned the story to a horrified Lucius, Lucius had instantly offered Malfoy Manor as a place for the abused Gryffe and offspring to stay until the clutch grew up or a suitable mate was chosen. Severus had to admit that had been his intention all along. Lucius, for all his apathetic attitude, was a lover of all magical creatures and Severus knew it broke his heart to hear such tales. If Narcissa allowed him, the house would have all forms of creatures running amuck instead of a small number on the grounds and watched over by the half-giant Rubeus Hagrid.

If only the same could be said of Draco. If Draco’s attitude did not change in the next few years, Severus would suggest relocating Harry to another part of the manor, closer to Lucius until another owner could be found or Draco grew up and learned the error of his ways.

A loud squeak brought Severus back to reality as his tired eyes watched the largest egg that had been laid so far drop onto the soft hay. “Easy, Arthur.”

Severus had never been one easily distracted from an important task, so the fact he had let his mind wonder for so long told him how tired he was.

“Just two more now, Arthur,” he said softly as the Gryffe shuddered as another egg slipped out with a wet popping sound.

Within minutes, the last two joined the others.

Arthur finally relaxes against Severus and then slowly inches his sore body against the exposed eggs. When the creature looks at Severus, Severus can almost swear there is a large amount of human gratitude in its eyes.

Shaking the notion off as sentimental foolishness, he had a nearby house elf inform Lucius about the successful laying right before he settled on the small cot to the side to get some well deserved sleep.

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(A few weeks later….)

Sirius laid back on the cool metal as his mate instructed, exposing his completely nude body, not wanting to be sedated and unaware of what his mate was doing with his body again. In the past weeks, he had realized his own thoughts were the things he could control now and he would not lose that regardless how sweet drug-induced dreams could be.

As a reward, his mate popped a sugar cube into his mouth. Sirius closed his eyes and concentrated on the sweetness of the sugar dissolving in his mouth as the Wizard in the white robe pushed down on his bladder to extract urine. Sure enough, a yellow stream was soon rushing into the large glass beaker. A small needle was inserted into a vein in his arm and his blood was also robbed from his body. If that was not enough humiliation, the Mediwizard turned his attention downward to work Sirius to hardness. It was bad enough having an unwanted mate touch him down there, but now strangers did as well.

“He’s far more behaved then he was last month,” the Wizard remarked as he reached a up to hand through Sirius’s long head feathers soothingly as the Gryffe arched with an uncontrolled trill, the Wizard catching the spray of cum into a beaker.

As Sirius lay panting in afterglow, he watched as the Wizard did various tests on his collected body fluids. His mate alternated between watching the Wizard and running his hands all over Sirius’s exposed body in what he thought was a soothing manner while saying things like ‘you’ve been very good Sirius’. After what seemed like an eternity of being petted, the Mediwizard announced simply, “He’s not breeding.”

His mate’s red eyes were blazing with fury. “I know that! I tested his urine yesterday and the result was still negative.” Sirius tried not to flinch as his mate ran a hand over his exposed lower stomach. “I need an heir soon. Find out what the problem is so I can go home, fuck him, and then fuck James.”

The Mediwizard didn’t even flinch at the harsh language. “What I am trying to say is that is the only thing I find unusual given my results. His hormone levels are where they are meant to be, there are no strange compounds I can detect in his body fluids any longer, and his vitamins levels are very good as well.” The Mediwizard looked up from his notes at Sirius’s mate. “There is no known reason why his body is not conceiving.”

Sirius watched in horror as his mate’s entire body tensed as he pointed a wand at the Mediwizard. “The problem does NOT lay with me!” Red eyes were flashing dangerously. “I am as physically fit as I was forty years ago! Do you think our government would allow a weak and impotent wizard to run it?” The voice was screaming danger and madness. Sirius’s Fertilizer’s other mate had that same madness in her tone before she locked him and Regulus away, saying that they had somehow poisoned her food.

“You may be correct,” the young Mediwizard said with a slight tremble, the only emotional response he had given in all the time they had been there. “Sometimes these things take time, my Lord. Your other Gryffe is fertile now, correct? If neither one of them conceive in two weeks, I would suggest seeking out a Mediwizard specializing in male fertility. Fertility problems can even occur in young men, my Lord…”

“Another word of that and the headline tomorrow will be: Mediwizard Found Dead of Natural Causes. Do I make myself clear?” His mate had quickly closed the gap between himself and the other wizard and was holding his wand firmly under his chin.

Sirius hoped he never gave the madman hatchlings.

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Lucius glanced at the young Gryffe playing quietly on the hardwood floor by his cluttered desk with his two little dolls. As Lucius, indulging himself in a slight break from paperwork, observed Harry’s behavior for a moment he found it remarkable how easily he could have mistaken Harry for a human child if not for the feathers, which could be mistaken for normal hair at a distance. From his perspective, the way Harry moved the dolls back and forth made it seem like Harry was creating an imaginary storyline for his toys.

Lucius gave a small smile as the child looked up at him with those big green eyes. The Gryffe gave a small answering smile and turned back to his strange games. The two of them had fallen into a routine over the past few weeks. Lucius would come into his son’s room, kiss a peacefully sleeping Draco on the head before waking Harry. Lucius would then take a drowsy Harry to the bathroom, where he would help Harry use the facilities, give the child a bath, and then dress him. Lucius would then take Harry into the dining room for first meal, where Lucius would feed Harry fresh fruit and special formula by hand while consuming his own breakfast. Then the Gryffe would sit and play with his toys while Lucius did his work. A house elf would bring lunch to them

Lucius turned back to proofreading a bill on protecting the migration of merpeople during spring. Apparently the population of merpeople was dwindling due to Wizard fishermen catching and harvesting different parts for potion and wands before releasing them back into the water where they were vulnerable. Even some muggles were reported to have been catching merpeople and eating parts of them, a fact that thoroughly turned Lucius’s stomach.

As Lucius silently marked a spelling mistake on the sixth page, there was a small tug on his sleeve. Lucius reached over to pet Harry, thinking that was the reason for his interruption when the child unexpectedly scrambled into his lap, nuzzled Lucius’s chest before going slightly limp as he drifted off to sleep. Lucius remained frozen for several moments, unsure what to do, before deciding to cradle the sleeping Gryffe to his body and returning to the document.

Harry really was such a sweet child. He wondered why on earth Draco did not like his pet.

Perhaps he should just keep Harry to himself.

A hand suddenly appeared in Lucius’s line of vision before it came to rest on Harry’s sleeping body.

Lucius turned to see Regulus had somehow gotten into his office. The Gryffe’s deep blue eyes were intensely focused on the sleeping child in Lucius’s arms. Lucius tensed, curling Harry more protectively into his embrace as he was unsure what the adult Gryffe would do. Unlike his nestmate Sirius, Regulus had never shown the slightest interest in anything or anyone except for the outdoors and Severus since his wife had inherited her two young cousins six years earlier.

Regulus had not even responded to a baby Draco crawling around the house. Who knew why Regulus was reacting to the tiny creature in Lucius’s arms?

Lucius watched uneasily as Regulus’s face became elongated, black and dark brown and red feathers springing up under the deep blue human eyes as his mouth hooked and the expensive light blue robe’s snap buttons began snapping off around the enlarging body before fluttering to the ground just before two naked limbs emerged from Regulus’s back before small down feathers covered the stretching limbs, then were themselves covered by longer and thicker models. Lucius’s hand instantly went for the wand in his cane as the black gryffin backed up slightly, stretching his magnificent wings in a display both beautiful and terrifying for the wizard protecting a precious bundle in his arms.

“Stay back, Regulus,” Lucius warned as said bundle stirred as the imposing gryffin let out a sweet trill.

The gryffin stepped back one step but continued to trill and Harry continued to squirm even more until he managed to squirm his way out of Lucius’s tight grip as his own body began to shift and the deep purple robe’s buttons also began to snap. The young gryffin’s body proportions were slightly different than the adult and the eyes were different colors, but to Lucius’s untrained eyes the two looked strikingly similar. If he didn’t know any better, he would swear they were related.

“No Harry!” Lucius yelled with his wand at the ready, as the young gryffin cautiously approached the adult.

To Lucius’s amazement, Regulus laid down on the hardwood floor, his blue gaze looking into Harry’s emerald. Harry in return kept cautiously approaching before stopping a short distance away from the other gryffin and the two began a series of movements and trills as if they were having a conversation. After a few minutes, the adult cautiously craned its long neck closer and nuzzled the smaller one.

Harry trilled in an even more animated manner before running playfully around the adult griffin’s body like an excited puppy, flapping his tiny wings as he went just as a nervous house elf came in with lunch. The two then proceeded to playfully nip at each other.

Lucius laid his wand at the ready on the desk as he ate his roast beef and continued to watch with a wary eye as the two played until Harry’s energy was temporarily exhausted and the adult gryffin laid on his side.

In an act Lucius never suspected Regulus capable of with his indifferent nature, Regulus allowed Harry to clamp onto a teat and suckle.

It was that instant that Lucius understood he had witnessed Harry’s adoption.

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James was once again playing the hide-and-seek game he’d taken up. He was doing it a little too well for Tom’s tastes at the moment. Tom had looked everywhere for his absent mate and the Gryffe was still nowhere to be found.

Tom had already had sex with the possibly barren Sirius twice earlier that day, proving his stamina. Now he needed to make love to his longtime mate who had already proven himself as being capable of bearing children. Tom was determined to have one of them breeding before the week was up.

A movement out of the corner of Tom’s eye caught his attention and he yelled the stunning spell without a thought. To Tom’s relief, it was James who was laying petrified on the ground instead of a random house elf. The deep brown eyes were gazing at him with a look of utter betrayal.

The hunt was now over.

“I’m sorry James,” Tom said as he gently picked up the immobile body and carried the immobile body into the nearby guestroom.

He laid James on the small, white bed. The contrast between the white bedding and James’s dark hair and eyes, making it all the more appetizing as Tom slowly unwrapped him from the red cotton robe and tied the Gryffe’s arms to the bed post before turning his attention to the Gryffe’s limp member.

Tom blew gently on the head for several minutes, pausing only to watch with amusement as the spell began to wear off and the member curved towards the Gryffe’s belly instantly.

He slid a finger into the Gryffe to see if it was wet as well. It wasn’t wet enough yet, so Tom teased one of the Gryffe’s sensitive nipples near the head of the hard cock, sucking on it gently until James was twisting into it. Tom reinserted his finger and was pleased to find his way well lubricated.

Tom abandoned the nipple in favor of inserting himself into the warm heat. While James was not as tight as Sirius, knowing that it was his product of his seed and manhood that had made James lose his tightness over the years was an erotic thought that sent Tom pounding without mercy into the whimpering Gryffe.

The bed’s rocking was putting some dents into the wall.

Tom began to harshly fist the swollen member after several minutes.

“Oh…Give me a… uh so hot… magic child, love,” Tom chanted as James’s anal walls clenched around him while the womb seemed to suck the head of his cock in as James came. “Your dark hair…oh yeah love… and my tanned skin.”

And then he was coming as well, everything going white for a few moments before his vision cleared and his heart began to try returning to normal.

When his heart started to return to normal, Tom went in for his traditional after-sex French kiss, only to find James’s lips pressed in a stubborn line and his brown eyes bright with tears.

TBC

A/N: Sorry I haven’t updated in a while, but I had writers block for a little while. Hoped you like this!

Also, how do you answer reviews on AFF? Thank you so much everyone for your reviews, but I don't know how to respond to them. :(