Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 81

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"I am not doing this again." Draco groaned as Snape tended to his very sore bottom. "Never, ever, never, uh-uh, don't even bother to ask. There is no way."

"No one said you would have to." The Professor responded, wielding his wand. A flick, a wave, another flick. Then he frowned. Something was keeping him from changing Draco back to completely male. Severus could only think of one thing that might do that.....

"Draco." Severus Snape said, his voice without inflection. His pale shoulders were hunched. "Try another push will you?" He spread one hand over Draco's tummy, pressing lightly.

"What? Why? No! Don't. Are you crazy? That hurts!" Draco spat out, as Severus Snape inserted careful fingers inside him, Draco lifting himself just enough to see the other man. "Shit! Ow, ow, ow, ow. No, no. Stop it. What are you doing?"

Yaji was instantly there, growling menacing. Snape scowled at him, a scowl that despite the lack of bristling fangs, was every bit as effective. They wasted a few moments glaring at each other, silently dueling before Snape turned his attention back to where it was more urgently needed. He snapped over his bare shoulder.

"Out of the way. There is another baby yet to come. I'm sorry, Draco, it isn't over yet. " When the big were-animal continued to tower over him, crowding him, Snape planted a shod foot a-top the were-leopard's bare one. Yaji yelped and drew back his bruised limb. "I need room. Here. Go find me more blankets. And go tell the king." Severus ordered then bent back to his task.

"Ghods. Oh, Ghods. No. Not again." Draco begged, bracing his feet on the slippery furs and cursing, trying to find purchase to push against. "This is so not fair. You should have to do half of the work at least. If there is a second child why aren't you giving birth to him? Huh? Amrys!"

The second was standing, frozen, next to the bed where the laboring youth lay, holding the first newborn which Severus had thrust into his arms. He was trembling. Mantheer inched in close behind him, gently relieving him of the baby, and cradling it safely in his own arms. He had a look of supreme satisfaction on his adoring face as he looked at the fussy bundle in his arms. Amrys shot him a look of pure panic. Mantheer nudged him forward, a dopey grin on his own face as he looked at Draco's exquisite child.

Yaji had gotten up on the furs, and now lifted Draco up in his arms to lay propped on his body. He surrounded the young man, like a cradle, letting Draco push back against him for leverage. He rested against a huge stack of cushions, his hands stroking the body of his love, with long motions, top to bottom. He held the youth tightly with each contraction, straining in counterpoint.

Snape looked at him shrewdly, wondering if it was were-leopard instinct, or if Yaji had attended other births. There were definite midwifery skills or at least instincts showing. The big leopard was calming Draco, while not stopping the pushing. It was exactly what Draco needed.

Draco let his head fall back, sweat streaming off of him. He panted, trying to get his wind back. Amrys tentatively crawled up near him, wedging himself next to Yaji. The youth let his head turn to look at the shocked, silent man as the current contraction eased. He raised his hand and touched Amrys' worried face.

"I'm not really angry. It just hurts." Draco croaked, then stiffened as his body squeezed down again, try to expel the second baby. Amrys petted Draco's damp hair, stroked his diminished but not yet empty belly. "Why does it have to hurt?"

"You are the most blessed." Amrys whispered. "You bring us not one new life, but two. I honor you for that." He kissed the Mother of his sons. Draco let him. Amrys revered the Mother. Draco had grown up knowing the man was dedicated to the Mother and to protecting her, showing her reverence, even the despicable Andromeda.

There was a brisk shuffle at the doorway, Gwydion Llyr and Lucius Malfoy entered, alone. Snape looking up at Draco, completely absorbed in his task, did not bother to cover the over-heated boy this time. Instead, he fixed his quelling gaze on the Seer.

"Might I inquire why you said nothing about this?" He asked, his irritation plain, his hands busy.

"The second child? Well, why should I? The Mother needed to give birth to one, why not two while he is at it? What is one more? A few more little pushes, and there are two for the work of one." Llyr shrugged. He seemed genuinely unconcerned. "Besides what a nice surprise, don't you agree?" Snape glowered, and Draco, at the moment resting, glared in outrage.

"It would have been nice to know." Severus gritted out. Draco was stopped from offering his point of view by one more hard contraction. He moaned. And Snape at last saw the head of the second child. Also blond.


This time, when Severus swished and flicked, Draco did turn back to a young man, without any extra parts. He let out a sigh of relief. He was not totally familiar with were-leopard physiology, and he was relieved that there were not more infants yet to come. No litter. For a moment he had feared there would be more. That would have been far too exhausting. And if he were tired, Draco must be done in. Two were more than enough.

"Better?" Snape asked. He hoped the aching would be less with the birth over, and conversion back to the young man's previous body form.

"Hey!" Draco sat up and squirmed cautiously. "That's miraculous. Why didn't you do something like that when I was in labor and giving birth!" He accused the other man. "It didn't *have* to hurt did it?"

Snape frowned. "It really wasn't possible." He replied, firmly. "It is part of giving birth."

"Shhhh." Amrys said, whispering. He cradled the small form of his second son in his arms, face glowing. He babbled on, amazed. "He is perfect. Beautiful." Mantheer joined them all on the furs with the first child. Lucius stepped forward to see the tiny children, and to acknowledge them as the heirs to the pride.

"Such perfect little kings." Gwydion Llyr said, bending over them as they were held carefully for the current pride king to see.

"Kings?" Snape asked, curiosity winning.

"Oh, yes. Kings. Twins are never kept apart in the lycanthrope world. They are born together, and are meant to remain together." The Seer informed him. Snape thought about that. He had noted that Fred and George were usually together. But not always.

"Little things, little things." The Seer said as Snape opened his mouth to ask, flapping his hands in the air. "They are together, when it counts."

They look virtually identical, Snape thought. Not fraternal twins then. No. These were Fred and George Weasley type twins. He allowed himself a small shudder and a prayer to Merlin these two would be less mischievous than the two red-headed rapscallions. The pride certainly didn't need the likes of Fred and George ruling it one day.

"Oh my Ghod." Draco said looking down into the tiny faces, one baby cradled in each arm, Mantheer's hand supporting one, and Yaji's the other. He stared into the deep amber eyes, at the lovely rosebud mouths. He lowered his head, kissed one on the forehead, then the other, almost afraid to touch the delicate flesh. "Oh, Merlin, Amrys. They are beautiful. Oh! I want another, more, a dozen, a hundred, just like them." His eyes were shining.

Amrys paled. The brave, powerful second of the pride eased himself behind Mantheer, hiding from the Mother. Mantheer scowled at him. Amrys shrugged.

"He is all yours." Amrys whispered.

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