Pregnancy, I have discovered over the past few years, is a very amazing thing. I cannot explain the joy it gives to watch one slowly give life to another over the period of nine months.
Male pregnancy however, is a very different thing and to me has been some of the brought to me some of the most rewarding months of my life. It can strengthen friendships, show you new sides of people you thought you knew and bring together the most unlikely of pairs.
It is a relatively new concept. For it is only in the past thirty years or so that healers have found a way for male-couples to have a biological child and the process is still in developmental stages. I have been fortunate enough to witness something almost unheard of. Spontaneous male impregnation, or as we labelled it at the time, Stale Fawn.
With all the permission granted, I feel now it is my duty to share the information I know on Stale Fawn. It is my sincerest hope that this book is a useful to you as the memories writing it has brought back to me…
Loud buzzing chatter echoed throughout the dimly lit classroom, some laughing at the next desk's potion, which seemed to be emitting loud belches as it's creators frantically skimmed through their textbook, others mumbling quietly about what to do next. One group consisting of four boys, however were chattering amongst themselves.
"Stir twice, then add the legs…"
"Five galleons say you don't eat it."
"Ten say I do."
"I don't think that's such a good idea, guys…"
"Then anti clockwise, then ad- Sirius! What are you doing?"
"Oh gross." Sirius laughed loudly through the mouthful of lacewing flies and stuck out his tongue as he leant forward to Peter, who pulled away disgustedly.
"Twen galleo pease Progs." He held out a hand and as James dug in his pocket for the money. Remus snatched the rest of the flies off Sirius's hand. "Wha ou ookin at?"
Lily Evans scowled and looked back at her potion, shaking her head disapprovingly. There was a fluttering sound and as James looked up at the owl flying through the dungeon door, Sirius turned away behind him and spat out the flies.
"Wonder how it found it's way here from the owlery."
"I think it's more important to know why it didn't deliver it at breakfast and who it's for." The owl circled the desks before swooping down and stopping in front of James. He shot a nervous look at his friends, who merely looked back at him questioningly. As he read through the letter, his expression changed and by the time he finished, he was clearly close to tears.
None of them noticed the potion boiling until it was too late. Peter shouted and the four marauders, along with everyone around them, were blasted out of their seats.
Recovering from the shock first, Sirius groaned and shook his head. His vision slowly cleared and he drowsily looked around the room. A couple more people had been knocked out and the substitute Potions Master was running around panicking. Peter and Remus, who'd been nearest to the cauldron, were still out for the count, covered in a thick pink powder. James had been thrown against the next desk to his left and when Sirius saw him, he scrambled up and hurried over.
His clothes were speckled with powder, nowhere near the amount covering the other two, and he looked rather more rumpled than usual, with his head against his knees and the letter he'd received clutched in his fist.
"Prongs? Are you okay?" He asked gently and James shook his head.
"They're gone."
"No they're not, they just took a bit of a tumble when the potion exploded. I wasn't aware that you cared so much for Moony and Wormtail though." James gave an uncharacteristic hollow laugh and looked up at him, his eyes wide and tear-filled.
"That's what the letter was for. My parents… they're dead." He said sorrowfully and Sirius gasped, snatching the letter and reading it quickly.
"Oh god, Prongs… James…" Sirius replied hoarsely. "Come on, let's get out of here…" He helped James shakily to his feet and ignoring the shouts of the Professor, started towards the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" A high-pitched female voice said angrily. The friends turned their heads to look at her.
"Shut it Evans!"
"You made this mess, you should have to clean it up!" She looked at James's face. "Potter, are you crying?" She said and sounded surprised. James looked back at his feet as the rest of the class started laughing.
Before anyone knew it, Evans was screaming as a stream of her own bogies flew around her head, attacking her face and Sirius was stowing his wand back in his pocket, dragging James out with him.
"Jamie! Oh my, I'm so sorry for your loss."
"Thank you, Aunty Catherine."
"How have you been holding up?"
"I'm okay, I've been off school since it happened. We're staying down here for a few more days to sort out all the legal stuff, my friend Sirius and me."
"Oh, are you close?"
"Very. He's been a good shoulder to cry on." Aunty Catherine hugged him tightly.
"Well if you need anything, you know where to find me, okay?" James nodded slowly. "You're a good lad James, take care of yourself." Catherine went, leaving the next funeral guest to comfort him.
"Padfoot?" Sirius gave a grunt. "Are you awake?"
"I am now."
"Can I come lie with you?" Sirius picked his blanket up, opening the covers as his friend eagerly shuffled across from his own bed.
"Do you feel like crying again? Should I fetch the tissues?"
"No, I'm fine, I just can't believe they're gone. I mean, I saw them when we left the platform after the summer before and they were fine and then…" James looked at his friend, who stared back.
"I know, it's happened so fast, they said to expect those feelings."
"And now, I just feel so, alone."
"Have you ever heard the story of the lonely cow?"
"I think I missed that one." Sirius shifted.
"There once was a cow, who kept on imagining that he was lonely. And he kept telling people he had no friends, even though he had three who would give their lives for him. And one day, he met some hunters. And they asked if he was alone. And he said yes." He stopped and looked smugly at James, who frowned.
"What happened to him?"
"Dinner."
"What?"
"We just had him for dinner." James raised an eyebrow. "It doesn't matter what happened to him, okay? He represents you. You say you're alone, but you're not, you've got Remus, you've got Peter, you've got me!"
"I'm a stag, not a cow." Sirius sighed impatiently.
"It's a moot point. The moral of the story is don't push away the friends you have when you lose something else, or you'll, or you'll" Sirius struggled to find something.
"I'll end up eaten?" He laughed.
"Mock my story if you want, but just know you're not alone." Sirius moved closer to him. "I'm still here."
"Thanks Padfoot. You've been great these past few days with all my moping and crying."
"It's no problem Prongs, you put up with me when I lost my family, well, technically not lost, but same difference really. That and you still owe me ten galleons."
"I said if you eat them, not spit them out when you think no one's looking." Sirius laughed and James gave his friend an unsure look before hugging him around the chest. Sirius hugged the shorter boy back.
"Maybe we can get a place together after school finishes, you're all I have now, Sirius."
"Likewise, James."
Conception of a Stale fawn happens over a fortnight or so. The uterus, which remains in the body following pregnancy (creating the possibility of second child), starts to form, joining itself to the anus and rectum. The lining thickens and the organs fall into place before the egg starts to form. This is all painless and the male is oblivious to what is happening inside his body.
Some of this story focuses on sex toys (Not as a kink though. You'll see what I mean later) so between fanfiction's damn sensitivity and my want to keep my account here open... it'll have to have some scenes heavily edited. But I'll try post the unedited one on my Lj sometime...
Anyway, if this gets a good response I'll post the next chapter soon. It's already all written because this was intended for the hp mpreg fqf before the group practically died.