A Bunny Tale

TThis was originally written as a joke for a friend and it has evolved into something more. I had a lot of wonderful, amazing help with this including: whitestar_alpha, kai, yivel, Georgia and tons of other people who made it what it is.

Severus strode quickly through Knockturn Ally, his eyes scanning the shop signs. He had not yet met his newest customer and was curious to know why he desired a powerful contraceptive. The store front was an inconspicuous wooden door, tucked between a necromancer and a self-proclaimed curse lifter. Above the door, a sprawling, difficult to read script marked the name of the shop: Lagomorpha.


He pushed open the door and stepped into a long, narrow hallway lined with rows of cages. Excitement ran through the occupants of the cages and the female in the one closest to him immediately stuck her massive breasts through the bars.


“Pick me, Master!” The other females immediately began to call for his attention, sticking their body parts out of the bars in an attempt to catch his eye.


Severus examined the one nearest to him. Like the others, she looked like a human female with long white hair. He would’ve been surprised to see her in a cage if it hadn’t been for the two prominent long, white rabbit ears with pink centres that stuck straight up from the top of her head. Her body was entirely free of hair or fur except for a small rabbit tail perched above the crease between her buttocks.


He had never seen an Anthropolagos before although he’d heard of their existence from Lucius. They were a recently created species which had become very popular to keep as house slaves due to their relatively high intelligence level, and the fact that they were extremely sexual creatures that eagerly served whomever purchased them. Coneys were also relatively inexpensive because they were often bought by horny young males, used, and then discarded once their owners grew bored of them or married. Severus ignored them as he strode quickly down the hallway to the back of the shop. He could use a house servant, but not one as distracting as a coney. They were known for their tendencies to badger their owners for sex if their needs weren’t met and he was busy enough with preparing lessons for the next school year and the personal orders he sometimes filled.


A well-tanned, dark haired wizard glanced up from the desk crammed against the wall near the back of the shop. “May I help you?”


“I’m looking for a Mr. Oryctolagus,” answered Severus, although he knew he had found him. “I brewed a potion for him.” He removed the package from his robes.


“Ah, thank you.” His wide grin split his wrinkled face and he stepped over to collect the potion. “Several of my customers have requested this. I warn everyone never to let a buck near a doe unless they want kits, but they don’t believe me. I swear they can become pregnant just by being in the same room with the bucks. I have your money in the back.”


He motioned for Severus to follow him and then opened a door beside the desk, leading Severus into a large room that was crammed full of boxes. To the right of the door rested a large cage in which two male coneys resided. One male’s head bobbed up and down in the other’s lap and Severus stared at them in surprise.


“They’re always doing that,” complained Oryctolagus.


The male who was sucking the other off lifted his head, and glanced at Severus. He licked his lips and winked, clearly suggesting that he was eager to do the same for him. Severus quickly turned to face the other direction and noticed a kit chained to the wall, his face turned towards the floor. Unlike the other coneys, this one had black hair and fur. He was dirty, his gaunt form dressed in a stained and torn tunic.


Oryctolagus noticed his gaze. “That runt’s a waste of space. No one wants black furred coneys and he won’t have sex.”


“He won’t have sex?” echoed Severus in surprise.


“Yeah, can you believe it? These buggers are normally hornier than hell but this one ignores all my customers. Worthless piece of shite.” He kicked the kit in the back.


The kit moved to sit as far away from the shop-keeper as the chain attached to the manacles around his wrists would allow. He glanced at Severus as he adjusted himself, his striking green eyes contrasting sharply with the sullen expression on his injured face. One eye was almost swollen shut from the bruise underneath it and a jagged cut crossed his forehead towards the other.


“I plan on selling him to a pimp once his injuries heal,” explained Oryctolagus.


“I have some potions that will aid in his recovery,” offered Severus. “How recently was he injured?”


“About three days ago. I had him in the cage with the other bucks and he fought with them. Beat ‘em up pretty badly too. I lost my temper and roughed him up after that.”


Severus glanced incredulously from the scrawny kit before him to the more solidly built males in the cage behind him. “He injured them?”


“Yeah, don’t look like much, but he’s got a lot of fight in him. I used all of my healing potions cleaning them up.” He held out a small bag of galleons. “Thank you for the potion. I’ll probably be asking you for more of it in the near future.”


“I’ll take the kit.” The words were out of his mouth before he realised what he had said.


Oryctolagus’s eyes widened. “You sure?”


Severus stared at the kit who had returned his bright eyes to the floor. If the kit proved too stubborn to be useful, he could clean him up and sell him to the pimp himself. If not, he would have a house servant to aid him in the household chores which would leave him more time to brew. Severus doubted he could take the kit with him to Hogwarts, but a summer’s worth of food and exercise would only improve the appearance of the kit which meant a higher price paid for him by the pimp. “Yes, I’ll take him.”


“Although he did end up costing me more than I paid for him,” stated Orytolagus, a greedy gleam in his eyes, “I expect him to fetch a decent price from the pimp. I’ll have to ask for five thousand galleons.”


Severus haggled the price down to a considerable chunk of his savings and left with the silent kit in tow. He Apparated the kit back to his home and led him to the bathroom.


“Clean yourself off,” Severus ordered before he left for his lab to collect healing potions. He returned with a small collection and found the kit almost finished with his bath. Severus examined him as he stepped out of the tub and dried off. The kit had many bruises and cuts scattered across his body and his lean form spoke of malnourishment, but otherwise he appeared to be quite healthy. If the kit had really roughed up two coneys twice his size, then he must have a decent amount of strength in his thin limbs.


“What’s your name?” asked Severus.


“Harry,” he answered, his vibrant eyes fixed on Severus’s.


Severus conjured a chair. “I am Professor Severus Snape. You may call me Professor. Come here so that I may heal your injuries.”


The kit stepped forward and placidly allowed Severus to rub the potions into his skin.


“You have been trained in household duties?”


“Yes, Professor. I’ve also been taught to garden and to care for brooms and owls,” answered Harry in a clear and steady voice. Based on his small size, Severus had estimated the kit to be around twelve in human years when he’d first spotted him in the shop, but the coney’s voice was too deep for one so young. Coneys did not have hair or fur in their groin or armpit region, so they tended to look younger than their actual ages.


“How old are you?”


“I don’t know, Professor.” Harry shook his head. “I lived in shops for three years and I was with a family for ten years before I was sold to the shops.”


Severus realised he had no idea how long coneys normally lived. He pressed a vial into the kit’s hand. “Drink this. I will give you this potion twice a day until your wounds are healed.”


The kit nodded and drank it quickly. When he finished, he gazed up at Severus with an expectant look on his face. Severus realised belatedly that he had not obtained clean clothes for the kit to wear.


“Wait here.” Severus hurried to his room and found an old nightshirt in the back of his cupboard. He returned and handed it to the kit. “I will show you around the house.” The kit pulled on the nightshirt, which engulfed his lean frame, and padded after Severus while he pointed out all the rooms of the small, but well-kept domicile. Severus warned Harry to never step into his potions lab and the kit nodded solemnly.


The last stop on the tour was the kitchen. “I expect you to prepare dinner this evening,” insisted Severus, eager to see how well the kit kept the house.


“What should I cook, Professor?”


“There’s chicken defrosting in the icebox. It’s meant for a stew that will last several days.”


Harry nodded. “I can make stews.”


“I will be back in four hours,” Severus informed him before leaving to work in his potions lab. Once he had retreated to the safety of his lab, the realization of what he had just done struck him. What had he been thinking spending so much of his hard earned savings? Hogwarts paid well, but not that well. He should’ve made certain there was even a demand for male kits before purchasing him. There was nothing he could do about it now, other than hope his money had been well spent.


After Severus finished for the evening, he returned to the kitchen grabbing a book as he passed through the library. He often read during dinner and he expected to continue that practise, as coneys were not purchased for their conversational skills.


The table had been set for one and the kit ladled a bowl of soup for Severus, placing it before him on the table.


“What would you like to drink, Professor?” he asked as Severus sat down.


“Water is fine.” Severus cautiously took a sip of the hot stew. It was better than his own cooking, which was often thrown together haphazardly as he worked out problems in his head. He nodded to the kit stiffly.


The kit placed a glass of water before him and stepped back to stand by the stove.


“Why aren’t you eating?” asked Severus, annoyed with the kit for hovering around in the kitchen.


“Should I, Professor?” asked Harry in a hesitant voice.


“Yes,” Severus responded in irritation. “Grab a bowl, sit down, and eat.”


The kit’s ears shot up so that they were half sticking up on his head and his eyes widened in surprise. He hastily grabbed a bowl and served himself some stew. He hesitantly approached the table and then took the seat at the other end. He ate with his eyes on his meal, hungrily gulping down his food although it was clear he was trying to restrain himself.


Severus realised belatedly that most masters didn’t eat with their servants. However, it seemed foolish to insist on separate meals. This way, he could be sure that Harry was getting enough nutrition. He had bought the kit to resell him after all.


“Take as much as you need,” Severus informed him. “You are far too thin.”


The kit nodded, still eating hungrily. His ears were steadily rising. By the end of the meal, the kit had finished three bowls to Severus’s one. His ears stood straight up on his head and his eyes were bright as he watched Severus for instruction.


“Clean the kitchen and put the stew away,” Severus ordered as he strode off back to the lab. Several healing potions later, Severus decided to retire for the night. As he changed into his nightshirt, he realised he had no place for the kit to sleep. He cast a spell to locate the kit and found him in the kitchen scrubbing the floor. When Severus had said ‘clean the kitchen,’ he simply meant that the dishes the kit had used for making dinner should be washed and put away. The kit had taken him literally and had cleaned the kitchen so well Severus barely recognised the place. Everything on the counters had been neatly organised and he had the feeling that, if he opened the cabinets, he would find the dishes in orderly rows.


“That’s enough for now,” Severus commanded once he managed to recover himself. “Follow me.” He led the kit to the sitting room and transfigured the sofa into a bed. “You will sleep here for now.” The kit stared at it with wide eyes as if he had never seen transfiguration before. Severus summoned linens to him from the upstairs cupboard. “These are yours. You will place them back in the upstairs cupboard after you have finished with them.”


Harry nodded to show his understanding. Severus turned around and walked back to his bedroom.


The next morning, Severus woke and went about his morning routine. He used the loo, brushed his teeth, dressed, and went straight to his potions lab. He was almost finished setting up the cauldrons when he remembered his purchase. Severus reasoned that the kit should be fine on his own and worked until his hunger overtook him. He emerged from his lab and walked into the kitchen. The kit was there, polishing the table. The kit had turned one of the linens into a poorly made tunic that just barely covered his arse. It showed off his long limbs and his pert bunny tail, which was sticking out of the tunic and twitching merrily. The kit’s ears perked up when he saw Severus.


“Would you like breakfast?” asked Harry.


“Yes,” answered Severus as he forced himself to tear his eyes away from the puffed bit of fur. “Do you know what to cook?”


“I can make you fried eggs, toast, and bacon,” suggested the kit eagerly as he headed over to the icebox. Severus realised the kit had been planning the breakfast for a while and had been waiting for breakfast to be requested rather than fixing it for himself.


“From now on, I expect the breakfast to be finished at this time,” Severus informed him.


“Okay, Professor,” answered the kit as he began to quickly cook up breakfast. Severus read the paper, finishing the main section just as breakfast was placed on the table. The kit served Severus his breakfast and then looked at him expectantly.


“You may eat all your meals with me.” Severus nodded to him. Harry hurriedly served himself and took his seat. Severus turned the page on his paper and pretended he didn’t notice that the kit had already cooked his own breakfast.


By the fifth day with the kit, Severus had gotten used to living with him. Harry focused his attention on cleaning the house and only joined Severus for meals. Snape had never seen his house quite so clean or well-organised. The kit was quite proficient at his chores and only made a single mistake. He used bleach instead of fabric softener on one of Severus’s robes, covering the black cloth in large orange spots. He discovered the mistake when the kit didn’t have dinner ready on time. Severus found him in the laundry room, colouring over the spots with a black marker.


“You idiot! What have you done to my robe?” yelled Severus as he snatched the spoiled cloth out of the kit’s hands.


The kit squeezed his eyes tightly shut and clenched his hands into fists. He held himself still, obviously expecting to be hit.


Severus stared at the kit whose ears were drooping so low they pointed at the floor. Although he clearly expected to be beaten, he bravely remained on his feet rather than trying to cower or run away. Severus realised he didn’t know if coneys even could read; he had just expected that they could. He forced his temper under control. “Well, can you read?”


“Yes, Professor.” The kit nodded miserably, not meeting Severus’s eyes.


“Then why did you put bleach on my robe?” Severus asked in a low voice.


“I’m sorry. I don’t know all the words.”


“Then you should say so,” Snape hissed before leaving, taking the damaged robe with him. He ordered a learning set called “English in a Week” that promised to teach basic English in seven days. When the set arrived the next day, he pressed it into the kit’s hands. “The cost of this and the robe are coming from your selling price, so you had better learn this quickly.”


The kit nodded, his ears draped over his shoulders. Severus gave him tests everyday, making sure that he learned how to read as well as write. He learned quickly, mastering the lessons in six days.


“You’ve reached the level of a Hogwarts first year,” Snape informed him on the sixth day. “That doesn’t say much for the educational standards of this country.” The kit smiled at him for the first time and Severus’s heart skipped a beat.


“I’ll make dinner now,” commented Harry as he gathered the books to put them away. “Would you like the steaks tonight?”


“That’ll be fine.” Severus nodded, his mouth unaccountably dry.


The kit left the room, his tail bobbing happily behind him.


The next day, Severus was brewing in his lab when he heard a loud thump from the library. He turned down the flames on the potion he was brewing and went to investigate. He found Harry on his hands and knees, surrounded by books and rubbing his bum.


“What happened?”


“I was trying to put the books on the top shelf when the ladder fell over,” the kit explained.


“Are you injured?”


“I don’t think so, it just hurts a bit.” He pulled up the bottom of his tunic, revealing his perfect bum that was slightly marred with a red mark. He looked back at Snape over his shoulder. “Does it look bad?”


“No…. It looks … fine,” Severus managed to say. He tore his eyes away from those perfect globes and looked at his books. “What the….”


“I put them in alphabetical order!” Harry jumped to his feet and stepped over to Severus looking exceptionally pleased with himself.


“I don’t want them in alphabetical order,” Severus complained crossly. “Don’t touch them again.”


The kit’s ears, which had been standing straight up immediately dropped down and he cast his vibrant eyes toward the carpet. “Sorry Professor, I didn’t know.”


Severus awkwardly patted him on the head. “Just don’t touch them again. Go clean the bathroom.”


The kit hurried off, his ears pricking up slightly.


Two days later, Severus had to pick up items from Diagon Ally. He dressed the kit in old clothing and took him along. There he purchased trainers and a fitted tunic that fell to the kit’s knees.


“Now you look half-way decent,” Severus told the kit as he took him home again. All of Harry’s bruises and cuts had healed except for the jagged scar on his forehead. His limbs had filled out and while he was still thin, he wasn’t as sickly looking as he had been before. The kit’s ears stuck straight up at the comment and he bounded off to the kitchen as soon as they stepped in.


Lucius arrived for a visit the next day. The kit was wearing the handmade tunic again and Lucius paused in the pathway leading to the cottage in order to stare at the kit as he plucked weeds in the garden, his rump high in the air with his tail dancing merrily. Severus remembered how short that hemline was and hurried out to greet his friend.


“Lucius! How have you been?”


“You have a coney.” Lucius blinked at him in surprise.


“Why yes,” Severus agreed as he ushered Lucius inside. “He was rather inexpensive.”


“How is he?” Lucius asked as he sat on the couch.


“Good.” Snape informed him as he summoned tea from the kitchen. “He does everything: cooking, cleaning-”


“No, I mean, how is he?” Lucius waggled his eyebrows.


Severus felt a flush spreading across his face and he scowled at his friend. “I didn’t buy him for that.”


“Then I think you’re the first.” Lucius shook his head in disbelief.


“I doubt it,” Snape replied stiffly.


As Lucius was leaving, he watched the kit drinking from the garden hose. Harry’s little pink tongue darted out to catch the falling water. “If you have no need for it, do you think you could lend him to me for a bit?”


“No, he’s very busy here,” Severus answered firmly, hurrying Lucius down the path. He decided he’d have to destroy that too-short tunic.


Two days later, Severus found the kit naked in his bathtub.


“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice higher than it had been in twenty years.


“Oh, I’m cleaning out the bathtub,” the kit responded brightly, ringing out the cloth in his hands. “I couldn’t find my other clothes and I didn’t want to get the good one dirty.” He continued to scrub the tub, his little tail sticking straight up while his arse moved in circles. Severus stared at it, mesmerised by the movements. When the kit finished soaping the tub, he turned on the shower and rinsed it out. The water streamed over his body, running down his back, between his buttocks, and over his thighs. The kit sat back on his haunches and ran his hands down his chest, examining his firm torso. “I should probably take a shower, I’m really dirty.”


Severus hastily left for his lab.


That evening, when Severus left the lab for dinner, the kit stepped in the front door, completely naked with white splotches splattered across his sinuous torso.


“I repaired your garden fence and gave it a fresh coat of paint,” Harry happily explained as he walked ahead of Severus toward the kitchen. A splash of paint ran down the centre of the kit’s twitching tail. “Oh good, the stew’s ready now.” He served Severus a bowl of stew and fixed his tea. Severus avoided the temptation to count all the white spots, keeping his eyes on his meal.


The kit paused after he had finished serving Snape. “I should probably take a bath before eating. I got paint everywhere.” With that, he turned and left the kitchen and Severus very determinedly looked at his stew instead of the kit’s backside.


The next morning, Harry had made himself a new tunic. It was as short as the one Severus had destroyed earlier.


“Aren’t you cold?” Severus asked him that evening as he watched the kit bend over the top of the ladder to organise the kitchen pantry. He was very careful not to look at the kit’s bottom, which was very difficult to do.


“Oh no,” Harry quickly answered. “I’m fine. And besides, I’m on my knees so often, it would get dirty if it were longer.”


Severus snatched his mug and retreated to his library to read. He had been a fool to purchase a coney who didn’t like sex. He wanted to grab the kit, throw him across his bed and fuck the ears off his head. Or across the kitchen table. Or the bench in the garden. Or the- Severus quickly shut off those thoughts as the kit bounded into the room.


“The owls are here!”


Severus followed him into the kitchen to see what sort of post he had received that Strix hadn’t been able to handle on her own. Strix sat on the sill, glaring daggers at a Hogwarts owl which was puffed up with self-importance. Harry fetched the letter for Severus and tried to pacify Strix.


Severus opened the letter and read:

Dear Severus,
The approval for the new potions lab has gone through. I would greatly appreciate it if you could cut your holiday short and return to Hogwarts to oversee its construction. You will be compensated for your extra time, of course.
-Albus Dumbledore


Severus left the letter on the table and strode off to his potions lab. While he would’ve jumped at the chance to return to Hogwarts a month ago, the coney had been so helpful to him he had been able to brew considerably more than he had thought possible. He wanted to stay and brew. However, he felt it was imperative that he supervise the workmen. They would surely be a bunch of dunderheads who would more likely destroy the lab than set it up properly. He could not take Harry with him to Hogwarts. Even though he hadn’t slept with the kit, his possession of a coney who looked to be as young as a student would cause rumours to start. He brewed for hours and hours but by the time he finally retired to bed, he still only saw one solution: he’d have to sell the coney and return to Hogwarts.

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